Date: Sat, 28 Jun 2008 09:26:58 EDT
From: Jarrod749@aol.com
Subject: Raw Recruits.  Chapter 20.

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Raw Recruits.
Chapter 20.


Still on the road home with Bo

'Barrup! Bram! Bam!'

Everybody jerked their raspers out of their respective buddy body part and
looked to the door....

"Back to work, faggots...'iss prob'ly the office punk on his break with my
chow. You get back to yur own chowin'!" Hobbs called over his shoulder as he
went to the door.

His massive hog hung long, sleek, black, and thick and shimmered from teen
spitslick in the light of the parking lot. The kid from the motel office handed
up the bag of stuff Hobbs had asked him to get earlier.

The young dude was bustin' to see into the room which reeked of funk and
fuck that wafted up into the dude's face and nose. He rubbed his itchy
prick through his jeans not wanting to take his eyes off Hobbs' humongous
tool, but still trying to see some of the action inside.

Hobbs cupped the back of the teener's head in the palm of his hand, and said,
"You thinks yuh wanna play, boy?"

The kid was so fuckin' horny and anxious for whatever the fuck was happenin'
just inside, that he just nodded rapidly, breathlessly, almost whispering,
"Ohh yehhh!" rubbing frantic on his cock through his pants now,

"Yeww thinks yo' man enuff?" Hobbs goaded the fool punk.

"C'moaan, Trav! getcher ass a'movin'! Yur break's gonna be ovah and we ain't
chased shit in this one horse town tuhnight!" came the prodding from his four
buds in the car revvin' out in the center of the lot, wantin' to go find them
some pussy.

The motel kid shot a hand out toward the car to calm them down, without
missin' a beat and blurted out, "Oh, yehhh...yessss...sir! I be tooled and
reddd-deee! and I sure am man enuff! I got me mah fust piece'a tail when I
wuz jes' 10 y'ar old...mah tenth birfday, matter'a fack! You knows ahm
ready, suhhh!  Yessuh!" he was hunching and knee-bending wantin' so bad to
get into whut he didn't know nuthin' about whut was happenin'....just
wanted the fuck INNN!

With the bag of feed in one hand held up like a waiter does from underneath,
and the young dude, 'Trav'.... trying to peek under Hobbs' elbow, Hobbs rubbed
his broad chin with the other hand.  He was looking out at the car with them
four other whitie pullets just about as flaming fuckin' hot as the one he had
right in front of him beggin' for play, and said, "W'alllll....lammee thank
on'iss fer a few...." and shut the door leaving ol' Trav streamin' prefuck in
his jeans! Trav was crazed and might'a about started hump-fuckin' the door jamb
if........

"Doah's open, bowieee!" Hobbs called from inside, and Travis burst through
the door and it banged off the wall reshutting itself....standing
baldfaced, droolin' and spitting spray saying, " Ohh mann 'iss' is great
man. Thank yuh fer 'vitin' me in. I can't wait to fun with y'all!"

All Trav saw was three white tails, sticking straight up at the ceiling...
the hands underneath each butt were pushing up and holding them in
position.

His cock musta doubled in size at the thought'a fuckin' him some prime pussy
flesh, THREE TIMES OVERRRRR!!!

Hobbs was sprawled out in all his blackness on the matching bed next to the
one them tight asses was warming up for ol' Trav. Travis was so fuckin' crazed
shedding his drawers he didn't really get a good look at the 'pussy' treasure
he was thinkin' he was hot for.

Hobbs kept pulling on his ebony truncheon which shone wickedly in the bed
table's light and then he called Trav over with a, "Heah boy....y'all gonna
like'iss."

Travis' wasn't lying when he said he was MORE than ready fer some hot
ass.....that fucking kid was hung like a damn hoss!

"How big yo' is 'ere boy!" Hobbs asked as the boy approached Hobbs in all the
boldness of the cocksure cuss he was.

He pulled the boy down on the bed next to him, and Hobbs fitted the boy's
raspberry freckled hand to that big black boy pleaser of his.

"Evah felt anything like it, bowieeee?" Hobbs asked.

Knowing the answer from Trav's trembling hand, he moved it up and down on
that slick mantrunk. After several up'n downs, the boy was looking mesmerized.
It's not clear he knew where he was. All he knew now was the scent of fuck
emanating from the precum sludge oozing out Hobbs' winking pisshole, and that of
the earlier fuck-around Hobbs and the boys had before Travis was invited to join.

In a most smoothe but very pointed move Hobbs' big hand stronged up around
Travis' neck and the young motel clerk was being fitted mouth, lips and tongue
around a blackness the size of which he'd never imagined in all his borned days.

His eyes were poppin' out his head as his throathole felt the magnificent
size of that horsedong seeking bottom, and then Trav was so relieved to be
allowed off the end of it, just to swash it over with his tongue which was
swirling that mouthful of prick like he'd done it all his life!

He'd have heard Hobbs' fingers snapping behind his buttnaked boyness if he
was truly aware of anything...but he didn't, and he didn't feel the six hands
stripping him of his shirt, and sneaks, socks, or the rumbled jeans and shorts
curled around them at his feet.

He must have felt the tongue at his hole, the one sucking in his balls and
the mouth on his 8 incher 'cause he seemed to redouble his now two-handed grip
on Hobbs root while slopping over that masthead! He just kept woofin' on big
black hog like there wasn't no tomorrow.

His gasping, breathless wheezing and squirming showed all Hobbs had to see
of the young tool. Hobbs picked Travis up with one hand around his waist
and eased him butt down over his belly where he then proceeded to raise the
punk doof onto 'big blackie' and slowly, gently ease him down while the
other three buttheads still worked his hole, nuts and dick with their
tongues. There was man and boy sex all over the young dude.

It was Jameson whose tongue was up inside Travis as Hobbs' cock started up
the new trainee's treasure trove.

Barry had become so enamored of all Hobbs had to offer that he stayed right
on that massive fucktool till it completely disappeared up into Travis!

Who said beauty is only skin deep....it is truly at least 11 inches
deep.....and driving!

Hobbs' big-assed smile was all white teeth and blackness in the dimly lit
room as Travis felt the thrill of a ride he never thought he'd be taking. Up and
down they went slowly and Bo, Twinkster and Barry were all around him biting
his nipples, sucking his bobbing prick and sucking out his pits.  Soon enough
Barry was back down at the teener's buttslot and trying to get his tongue up
that tightly jammed hotbox with all he could muster. He settled for licking what
he could when Travis rose up each time. He loved licking at Trav's anal skins
being pulled out of him every time Hobbs' meat reemerged.

Soon Travis was rolled over onto his back and Hobbs power drove the punk tool
into the mattress. He loved how the air phoofed out of him each time he
rammed his prize pullet.

Now he pulled two of the others to each side of Travis' head and had them
feed their two cocks into his slobbering mouth. The kid was a fucking natural! He
couldn't get those two cocks deep enough! "Dayammmmm, boy!!! Yo' is belongin'
to diss my l'il sweetbread!
Betcher honky buds outside din't know you'd like to be working their tools
like a fine honed machine ehhh?"

Hmmmmm...that'd be a fact for sure. Welll, maybe not. After all, there had to
be a few rounds of finding out what the other kid's got hanging back behind
the barn some of these last years as the horny young dudes found out their
dicks wasn't just for pissing.

It might even be that while Travis lay to black meat for the first time, and h
ad him some white boy play, he might actually be remembering his really first
time with Bobby Jay in the hayloft when they slipped away from the baling job
to grab some shuteye all them years ago.

Anyways, so much for his buds outside. There'd been a ruckus of whoops and
yowls out in the lot about 5 minutes after the door slammed shut behind
Travis.  With about 3 horn blasts and a whine of burnt rubber, Travis' buds
were off to find whatever cunt was still crawling the streets after the
bars closed. Any money on it that they didn't find nothing but each others
dicks before the night was over? 'Specially since one of them cunt stalkers
in that car was Bobby Jay!

Hobbs was at his choreographing best as he moved the boys into this
contortion and that to keep their assholes, hands and mouths full, while
giving Travis the fucking of a lifetime!

He leaned to Travis, and was breath-to-breath with the teendude's double
cocked mouth when he growled, "Yuh luvs it don'tchu honkyboy! Tell Daddy
Hobbs yuh luvs it and don't want it nevah to stop."

"Thwwukkff! Phuvvit! Uggghhcch! Thwevuhskoppff!" Travis tried to
repeat. The fever in that tool's hole was to behold! If that could only be
recorded, scrapbooked and relived again and again after the first reamage
at the end of an 11 inch horse fat prick like he was gripping with his
toyboy tight hole that very second!

Hobbs at last had his fill of fresh honky, and turned his charge over to his
serf team of faggots that would take Travis through his paces. Barry, Twinker
and Bo got the thrill of their first fuck since they swooned for Hobbs on the
bus. Up till then all they did was serve....now they were going to have their
first chance to 'service'.

Mannnn! and service they did. Travis was crawling balls naked from dude to
dude to beg for the chance to give his ass to them. Just when he'd get one
dick, balls deep into his mouth, there was another, and another! Then he'd
see his feet curled above his head as the boys tried to feed Trav his own
dick while they gang-plowed his hole one after the other and again and
again!

True, Travis was way past his hour break, but in fact Travis learned all
about life anew in just 90 butt-filling minutes!

Hobbs didn't want any attention by the motel owners if they came looking
for their clerk...even if he really was 'serving' the clientele. Hobbs
dragged his horny ass off the bed and took one of the boy's feet from it's
perch above and behind Bo's neck and dragged the kid into the bathroom,
where he shoved him into the shower on the floor and turned the spray
on. "Yowwwwwwwwwww!' Trav screamed from the shock of the cold water on his
fuck-steaming body. Jameson was assigned to Travis to get him dried,
dressed and returned to the outside world of boring motel clerkdom.

Meanwhile, Hobbs was back in the bedroom with Bo and Twinker applying their
tasters to his massive torso. Twink was under Hobbs' balls when Trav longingly
rubbed his pecker through his jeans as he came back through the outer room
with Barry.

Travis' heart was beating out of his chest as he stopped to watch the new
arrangement of toyteens forlornly, as Bo weakly smiled and bounced on Hobbs'
boyplow, with his fine pinky-white tool bobbing and slapping at Twink's head
burrowed under Hobbs' huge balls.

Hobbs crooked a finger at the sappy kid who rushed to the bedside and slipped
to his knees pursing his lips on Hobbs' reddish brown nipple. Hobbs' reached
down and closed his fist in Travis' crotch through his jeans and squeezed till
the boy squealed and threw his head back in tears. Hobbs' hand slipped up
around the kid's neck and pressed the black-needy fucker's lips to where he was
holding Bo up so Travis could get one more taste of that mancock from hell!

His face dug, and burrowed until he could get both lips on Hobbs' teenboy
joygiver. He sucked and drooled and gasped for air, not wanting to leave
what he knew he'd need again and again! Somehow, both he and Hobbs knew, it
wouldn't be long till Hobbs was back at the motel to give the fire-hot
young tooltail what he so cravenly needed!

With a yank and a shove, Travis was out from under Bo's boytail and was
being ushered to the door by Barry Jameson. Hmmmm...it seemed Barry was not
forgetting the chance he had to work some tool through Travis earlier, and
just before he opened the door, he turned and just looked at the floor and
then Travis' face....

Travis slowly kneeled and took Barry's dick in his mouth....and what was
supposed to be just a goodbye 'cockslopping kiss' turned into a full
'blown' suck job! Before it was over and Barry shot his wad over the punk's
tongue, he had him bent over backward, and arched up on his hands,
facefucking Travis in a power-driving frenzy to climax!

Jameson pulled out of his cocksucker's mouth, and the trembling kid fell to
the floor.

Jameson opened the door and without a word or a look, Travis just crawled out
the door and Barry shut it behind him.

Hobbs called Barry over to the bedside and shoved Bo off his meaty boner,
dragging Barry up onto it facing him. He then thunderously slapped Barry forehand
and backhand over and over till the poor fucked up salesman burst into tears
while bouncing his lilly white ass on Hobbs billyclub. His cries were like
hiccup gasps as he bobbed on the huge mandick again and again.

"DON'T you nevah take liberties wiff my propitty, faggot! Nevah! Nevah!
Nevah!" 'SMACK!' 'SMACK!' 'SMACK!' the face slamming went on.

Barry cried and cried long after there were no more tears to stream down his
face.

Some time later, Hobbs pulled the young man down to his chest and coddled
him, petting the back of his head and neck, explaining that if Barry was ever
going to be a perfect houseboy for Hobbs, he has to learn everything quickly so
as to be able to please Hobbs 100% from the outset. "Yu unnerstand thet, boi?"

Barry whimpered into Hobbs neck under his ear and a tiny "Yesssir!" could
barely be heard.

Back at Hobbs' asshole, Bo and Twink were working in tandem to happy their
special black man...especially after what they saw happen to Jameson.

It was getting light out and Twinker's early bus would be arriving, so Hobbs
sent him to the shower. The night was a blur to the cute blond twink as he
turned his head up into the spray to waken himself for the day and his ride home.

He wondered if this night would...could...ever repeat itself for him. The
thrill of the friction fever in his hole as that massive cock plowed him inside
out! He whipped hard and fast on his smoothe and slender boy pud and was
bucking and buckling and "Ohmigod....so gooood sogooood!" the boy called out to
himself just above a whisper! Could he ever have again what Hobbs gave him this
day????

When the naked slip of a boy came into the front room, he found Bo smuzzled
onto a pillow with Barry sitting at his head fuck-feeding his cock into Bo's
mouth as the boy took Hobbs' training tool in rapid-fire ham-slamming rammage.

Twinky watched in awe as the big man's ebony butt slot yawed open on
outstroke and sealed for the pounding rut-fuck! He was dressing himself from the
cloths strewn across the floor, and when he sat on the end of the bed to pull his
sneaks on, the vibrations of the three quivering bodies, rutting in the throes
of a wondrous fuck overtook the toy twink and he just laid into the big black
hole and smooshed his lips and curl-hardened his tongue till he could get the
last and best of the big man he might never have again.

Ohhhhhhhhhh! The sweat....that superheated slot....the funk and sex of it all
consumed the young kid. He fucking couldn't get enough. He sucked and chewed
and gnawed, humming, groaning, growling and even finger diddled the great
manhole to make even more room for his voracious tongue!

Hobbs, for maybe the first time since he pulled Bo onto his hambone the day
before on the bus, was truly crazed....needy...in serious fucking need....to
fuck the living shit out of his awesome bungholer!

With one huge hand and beefy arm, he grabbed and swung Twinkster up on top of
Bo's back, yanked the kid's freshly dressed butt, bareassed naked and pulling
his prick from Bo he plowed into Twink with a raging fury of fiery lust!

He roared his approval as he sank balls deep into that cuteyboi hole, and
cried out for joy as he nutted so powerfully up inside the trembling boy.

Twinky's dream did come true! He did have another chance. A chance to ride
the forbidden....the black of it....the black fuck of it! The thrill of the
steam friction heat on every nerve ending up his asshole. There would never be
anything like it...and now he knew...he knew...it would always be the same...it
would feel this good EVERY time...not just the first time.

While his just drained balls gave up a whole nother wad of boyjoyjizz, he
looked into his black daddy's face and smiled a love....a love of cock! A
love....of BLACK COCK!

Hobbs licked the boy's face...up his chin, over his lips and eyes and into
his hair. He consumed the kid's mouth on return with those big rubbery
lips....his spit gushed through Twink's mashed lips and out over the boy's tongue. 'Oh
god! I love it! I love it! I fuckin' love'iss' echoed in Twink's mind as the
big man separated their faces, picked the boy up and stood him on his feet with
the kid reaching down to redress himself.

Twink stared as that semi-flacid 11 inch tool hung and swung below Hobbs'
muscled black belly while tightening his belt once more.

His tongue swabbed across his lips as he watched Hobbs' huge truncheon harden
and rise in its heat-seek of Bo's winking butthole again.

Hobbs smacked the kid's ass hard and shook him loose to make his bus.

The bright morning sun blazed across the big black ass rut-reaming him some
honkyboy tail as Twink went out and turned to watch one more time.....

His hand dug inside the waistband of his jeans as he started to pull the door
shut. With just a crack still open, he peered in and heard, "Take it yu
whiteyfaggot! You need it boi! Tell Daddy you needs it!"

"OhhhhhhhhhhhDaddddddeeeeee! I-I-I-I-I-I-I-yiiiiiiiiii NEEEEEDIT
S-o-o-o-o-o-o badddddddd!!!"

Twink's knees buckled and he slumped into the door jamb as he pulled the door
shut with his hand wet and sticky from the fresh boy gooooze drooling from
his prick. He licked the door frame as he pulled himself up and made for the
street out to bus station.

He could feel gushing blackman sperm in his tail when his cheeks rubbed
side-to-side as he walked. He fished that hand out from around his cock and worked
in back and down into his slimy buttcrease.

His bus was pulling in at 7 AM on the dot as he pulled two coated fingers up
to his mouth and sucked them inside....and shot a whole 'nother load into his
pants as he fell onto the first step of the bus!

The tall slender boy behind him, grabbed his elbow and helped him up the
stairs and down the aisle to a seat together. Twinker was whimpering, and the
handsome boy put his arm around Twink and the boy cuddled to the bigger kid's
chest.


Raw Recruits.  Chapter 20.


The ribbon of highway stretched before them endlessly. Twinker was sound
asleep as the bus droned on. The slender young guy who'd helped the kid to his
seat, occasionally rubbed his fingers across Twink's brow and into his hair while
looking out the window. He wondered what'd been going on with the young kid
those moments....hours maybe, before he tripped his way up into the bus that
morning. David...that was his name....David, stared at the sleeping kid's form
slumped around and between their two seats. He found himself getting hard in
his pants....the scent of fuck was unmistakable. David smiled thinking the
pretty little dude must have found some honey and fucked her brains out the
previous night. Hmmmm....the freshness of that 'fuck'roma told David that the kid got
a 'goodbye' fuck, too, before he made for his bus.


Back at the motel, Bo's lower lip flapped and his tongue was slipping in, out
and around his mouth as he bounce-fucked on his new 'best friend'....ol'
Hobbs' big black cock.

"Ahhhhhhhhhh! Man dick...'at's whutchu needed all'iss times sweetbread. BLACK
fuckin' man dick! Hah! Umph!" he humped up into the fair-skinned prettyboi.
"Ain't dat whutchu needed??? Tell black daddy! Tell yo' black daddy!" Hobbs
coaxed his fucker boy.

"Y-Y-Yuh! Yahh! Uh-yeh! Fuck....black unnngh...fuck! Dick! Black....my black
daddddeeeee!
Ughhhh! Uh!Uh! Uh!" Bo responded to that big toothy white smile of Hobbs'.

On and on and fucking on, they fucked. Hobbs bounce and bum-fucked Bo for
what seemed hours, but it was just the nature of the young, tight, white ass
being ravaged by such a monstrous poker that made it seem like forever, regardless
of the pleasure it gave young Bo.

He had long forgotten his orders from Sgt. Carter. Shit, he'd still have to
find some 'nother black dude to blow and fuck his swollen ass on film!

Too bad none of this action was captured, so he could just send it to Sarge.

That all never crossed his mind as whatever was left of his pea-brain was
sending thrill sparks through his every nerve ending, right down to his curled
under toes. He grunted, and groaned. He moaned and drooled and blubbered and
wheezed as he tried to see, through the sweat and welled tears in his eyes, the
man who was giving him all this pleasings.

The friction-fire inside his tiny hole made him whimper...and sometimes
scream out the tiniest of shrieks. He could never more belong somewhere else in his
life, the way he belonged right there in that motel bed, impaled on that big
black tool of whiteboy joy!

Hobbs pulled his pinkyboi to his burning red lips and sucked that boy's whole
face into his mouth it seemed. His massive features seemed to overwhelm the
whole room, and it's toyboy occupants.

That huge tongue-muscle snaked out all over Bo's head and face. The boy was
totally spitted by his black master. Man-rasper surged through Bo's lips and
sucked the boy's tongue right out. It was woofed on by Hobbs' big man-lips.

He was fucking trying to....going to swallow Bo WHOLE! Bo was delirious!  The
toy boyman had had his share of pussy play at school....and of course, the
couple of rounds of buddy funs in the hayloft over the years.....but he had
never been so totally, so overwhelming  taken...loved by anyone like Hobbs was
consuming him at that very moment.

Bo had fallen into a swoon....he thought he might even be passing out from
just much too much pure pleasure.

"Lick me outta my pussyboy's ass, faggot!" Hobbs growled at Jameson, who had
been relegated to the floor where he had curled up into a forgotten, panting,
drooling slut in waiting.....hoping.....for a chance to serve big black.

His eyes lit up, and he swooped in under Bo's buttslot, lodging his tongue
into the swollen tail skins, and suctioned onto Hobbs' cock. His face burrowed
in underneath, engulfed by the sweat and heat and manfunk as he searched up
into that dark abyss. He actually shoved Bo up and off Hobbs' dick as he rode
that big mantool up and sucked the
teenbutt-slimed cockhead into his mouth as Bo fell off to the side into a
sweaty clinch with Hobbs.

Hobbs' leg scissored over top of Bo and almost no pinky-white boyskin showed
for the shimmering black, all around and over top of him.

Barry's face was all but squashed between Hobbs' thighs as the big man
swamped his serfboi with the sweat and lust of his black.

Jameson's head sqwoozed out and Barry found the big man's balls to service
till he could get his nuther chance to ride that big black dick.

He soon was back on it, and he shivered as he chewed hard on Hobbs' foreskin
and his tongue slupped up through and around the purply-black, skin-smothered
knob. He sucked in the smeg that somehow did not find it's way up into Trav's,
Bo's and his own butthole during the rut-banging training Hobbs gave all his
young cockhounds through the night.

Soon enough, Hobbs rolled back over and off of Bo, onto his back and whipped
Barry's face with the end of his 11" of manblack.

Whapp! Whapp! Whapp!

Boy, Barry didn't need any direction when he was pummeled with that
dreamtool. He lurched for it and sucked the Bo-boy-tailslime off of it. He got a little
dizzy when he thought of every bit of what he was licking right then after
its having just been inside that pretty little guy lying on Hobbs' upper arm
licking that big, black chest.

Jameson's cock was red-boned at the thrill. He wondered if he'd be able to
get up inside Bo, too....uggghhh! Just the thought made him tremble!

But his dream of serving black was first and foremost as he wolfed that
mandick.

Hobbs petted the top of Jameson's head, feeling so lucky to have latched on
to a permanent fuckslave like Barry. He'd be able to put Jameson to work at
his home whenever he was on leave, and he'd even have him come up to the
post when he needed change from the service that his white boots would be
providing....and of course, Bo, especially after he enlisted and was
assigned to Hobbs.

Bo being a recruit in Hobbs' charge would probably be ok with Sgt.
Carter....or....not.

But......that was later....now was all about getting that teenboy white on
his own personal BLACK....and anyway, there was something that interested Hobbs
in Sgt. Carter. Yeh...Sgt. Carter....tall, slender, black muscle....young
dude....and barely out of boot camp his own self. Hmmmm....he wasn't having
visions of Sarge being put to service.....was he?

"White me, boy! WHITE me!!!!!" Hobbs roared as he scared Jameson into jumping
up and sitting his queerassed butthole on top of that beckoning black tool.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhh!" he moaned. "Mmmmmmnnnnggghhhh!" he groaned as the whole of
Hobbs' meaty, blackness surged up and up annnnnnnnnnd fucking UP into that
handsome young dudehole!

The strain....the wrinkled face....it all morphed into a consuming smile. A
smile that says 'I have everything I could ever want!' And, he DID! He sat into
Hobbs' rough man pubes and wiggled around driving him and Hobbs wild for that
hair-raising moment.

He'd never been fucked in all his life till he first beckoned this big black
to take care of his unknown needs. Now....NOWWWWWWWWWWWW...in just these mere
hours since he crawled on the floor of that bus to satisfy that need, he
couldn't live without it!

He dripped goo from his mouth at just the thought of being Hobbs' fuckslut
for fucking EVERRRRRRR! He couldn't believe his dream....the dream he'd
never had, was coming to reality. He would be a slutfuck for the biggest
black fucking dude he'd ever seen. He'd be his slave. He'd be owned by this
black man....this man....this dick....he....needed....SO FUCKING
BADDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!!!!!!

That shit-eating grin broke out all over Hobbs' face as he watched the dumb
rut-humper bounce his whitey-boy ass up and down, and grunt, and moan and
beg for more. That weird smile pasted on Jameson's face seemed to say it
all....Jameson's mind was gone! Riding big black dick with reckless abandon
was all that mattered to that young dude.  Hobbs knew it, too.

The big black sergeant pulled Bo's face into his sweaty armpit.
"Sssmooommpphhh!"

Shivers went through Hobbs when the little guy lapped his skins wildly,
chewing, biting and vacuuming black like a piglet to its momma's tit.

Hobbs looked up into Barry's eyes as the young man gave his all to the
butt-fucking he was giving himself. He was picturing the handsome tool
crawling around Hobbs' place in Meridian that next day, doing
chores....hoping to earn enough houseboy points to ride that magic dick
again and again and and annnnnnnnnnnnnnnd.........


In the motel office, Travis' head was still spinning. He'd had his brains
fucked out! Annnnnnnnd....he liked....it....wanted it.....loved.....it!!!!!
His mouth watered at the aftertaste of teen ass, man dick...BLACK man
dick. His hand was fevering his rock hard prick through his jeans as the
images coursed his mind's eye again and again like a video reel.

With his cock bent down in his pants he could hardly stand straight when he
went over to the TV and switched on Channel 3. HOLY SHIT! He'd forgotten all
about the closed circuit setup that was installed at the motel. The owner had
told him it was disconnected because it was not legal.....so Bo had never
switched off the cable hookup to see what was on the local channels.

There in full color was Jameson bounce-fucking his ass on Hobbs like it all
just started.  The grunts, and gasps....the sighs and sight of young Bo
eating that big black's pit inside and out....ohhhhhhhh! Trav was pressing
down on the bone in his pants with the heel of his palm, and then humping
into it!

He nearly popped his wad when he saw Hobbs pull Bo up onto his chest and fit
that toy teen onto Jameson's prick with those pinky-white legs splayed out
wide to the left and right. Mannnn....those wrinkly teenboi feet bottoms and
scrunched-up, curled-under toes! Bo was on his back, and his face lay next to
Hobbs' where it was being licked by the big man's rabid rasper. Then the kid's ear
disappeared into Hobbs' mouth!

Jameson ham-slammed up into the splayed out toyfuck teen each time he
rutted himself on Hobbs' massive probe! Huff! and Hump! and Fuck! and Rut!
The sights and sounds of fuck were just about all a teenboy voyeur could
handle without throwing his own self on the biggest cock he could find! How
he wanted back in there! How he wanted that big black tool! To lick, to
suck....to fuck till he couldn't breathe! And that teenboy, whitey
faggot....he could just...."HEYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY! I know that kid! I KNOW that
kid! Tha-That's Osborne's l'il brother! I got me a piece of ol' Os's kid
brother!"

Rubbing even harder at his fly, Travis was thinking, '....and that won't be
the last time, neither! Carter Osborne's brother....faggot!'

Travis was so excited he was trembling at his find coupled with his fevered
lust at the moment, and the action going on in the motel room now at full
volume on the screen. With his quivering fingers he changed the tapes in
the VCR so as not to have the thing wrap around and lose the part when he
himself was in the room with the other kids. He pulled the ejected cassette
to his lips and kissed it. He'd find a way to use this against Bo AND his
big brother when he came back from the Army. "Hmmmmm.....my own....my very
onliest cockhounds....and all to me own self!" Trav whispered out loud as
he tugged his leaking prick out of his pants...."Ummmpphh! Uhhhhhh!
Ahhhhhyehhhhh....soooogooood!


Back at the bivouac area, the military field problem had been set in motion,
and the white recruits were all in the same squad. The rest of First Platoon
was licking it's collective lips.


Out off the highway, Twinkster's bus was just getting to the depot in his
hometown. David, the older boy who had helped the stumbing kid to his seat, was
also getting off there. He offered Twink a ride home. Without response, Twink
just seemed to move in David's same space to the parking area.

Dave didn't ask for an address or directions....he just helped the sleepy,
fucked out little doof into the car and drove. He reached his hand around
Twink's neck and helped the kid down to a comfy spot against his right thigh.

Twinky refixed himself and nuzzled up against his new benefactor, one hand
over the other, under his head.

David's hand moved down the young dude and kneaded his butt cheeks. Cupping
his hand back up around Twinky's face, his fingers found the kid's lips and fed
themselves into Twink's mouth.  At first there was nothing, but soon Twink's
tongue swirled it's way around the fingers and then Dave felt Twinky grip his
wrist and begin to ever so slightly face-pump over them. Dave's rigid prick
vibrated like a tuning fork.

David pulled the car off the highway and into a secluded grove. His cock was
about to burst it's fragile skins. Twink's breath was short as he fucked his
head on the throat seeking digits.....

We might not see Twinky anymore but we'll know he lived a lifetime inside
these last 24 hours.....and he was about to build on that!


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