Date: Mon, 24 Jan 2000 01:45:06 EST
From: spamkings@aol.com
Subject: The Robbery

This is a work of fiction.  By posting this story, I do not imply that I
condone any or all of behavior contained in it, and furthermore, I believe
the ONLY place this behavior is acceptable is in story form.  This may be
an outlet for desires and fantasies, NOT an encouragement to act on them.
If you have a problem with consensual and somewhat nonconsensual man to
man, man to youth, or man to boy sex scenes, then get out of here, right
now, and don't come whining to me about morals.  You also have to know the
stuff about condom use, unless you live under a rock, in which case you
have worse problems facing you than STDs.  On a personal note, I really
have to thank all the wonderful writers posted to the Nifty Archives, as
they've been such an inspiration.  I won't name names, but you'll know who
you are when you read this.


THE ROBBERY
by RBW
spamkings@aol.com

	Having subdued the babysitter with rope and some duct tape, Martino
was free to ransack the house.  The danger of the whole thing always
excited him, especially knowing that the single father was as big and
muscular as himself, and would be a formidable opponent if he decided to
return home early that night.  But Martino had watched the house carefully.
He knew that the boy had just been put to bed and that it was still too
early for his dad to return.  It was a little before 10.  On the kitchen
table he noticed a note, saying "Mark, here's the number where you can
reach me...Jeff."  He'd thought it was a little strange to find a teenage
boy was the babysitter, but he had other matters to think about.  He looked
around for some valuables in the kitchen and living room, not finding much,
but found the silver candlesticks in the dining room.  Going upstairs
quietly, he went first into the father's room.  On the dresser was a box
for change and jewelry.  He found a gold watch and a stack of twenty dollar
bills, which he put into his pocket.
	As usually happened on his stealing binges, Martino's uncut dick
began to creep down his right leg, becoming visible through the thin silk
boxers he'd stolen a few weeks ago, and his baggy black jeans.  Knowing if
the father or the cops did find him there, he would be trapped in the
second floor bedroom only increased the flow of adrenaline.  Checking the
nightstand didn't help his condition, either.  In it he found, amongst
other various crap, a dildo, around eight inches long, a bottle of lube,
and a small egg-shaped vibrator.  He grabbed them, gripping the dildo tight
in his hand, looking at it for a while, and his dick began to strain
against his jeans.  He was going to have to do something about it.
	Martino walked down the hall, past a wide open office door, to the
room where the boy had to be; this door was only open an inch or two.
Carefully, he went in and closed the door behind him, leaving the lights
off.  He walked silently over to the bed, where the boy was lightly
sleeping, and looked at him.  He'd seen him through the windows of the
house, but now, though it was dark, he could see him better.  He was around
ten or eleven, had sandy blond hair that wisped around his head, and had an
innocence to his face that made Martino's dick twitch.  He put the toys and
lube on the floor and sat softly onto the bed, resting his hand on the
boy's leg.  The boy suddenly opened his eyes and gasped.  "Who are you?!"
He almost shouted.  Martino's figure was threatening in the darkness, just
over six feet tall, decked out in all black, with black hair and scruffy
face.  His sillouhette showed that his shoulders were broad and powerful.
	"I'm Mark's friend Bobby," Martino said softly but menacingly, "he
asked me to come up and see if you was okay."  He was rubbing the boy's leg
somewhat roughly.
	"He didn't say anything to me about having a friend over!"  The boy
looked at him straight in the eye, suspiciously.  The boy's innocent face
masked a certain brattiness that Martino knew he would have to deal with
soon.
	"Well, he did, and here I am.  Now, aren't you hot in those
pajamas?  Wouldn't you like to take them off and sleep naked, like good
little boys do?" he commanded, tugging at the boy's pajama bottoms.  The
boy grabbed them.
	"No, I don't wanna," the boy said indignantly.  Martino tugged
harder and managed to rip them halfway down the boy's smooth little legs,
bringing his little white briefs with them.  "Hey!  You're not supposed to
do that!  Stop it, or I'll tell dad."
	"Oh, no you won't, or I'll spank your little ass right now."
	"You'd better not, daddy says only he's allowed to spank me."
	"Well, Mark's asleep, and I'm your babysitter now, so you better
listen to me."
	"No, I won't!  Leave me alone!"
	"Oh, so you won't obey your babysitter, huh?"
	"You're not my babysitter!"  But before the boy could finish this
protest, Martino was already pulling him across his lap and pulling his
pajamas clean off.
	"Let go of me!  MARK!" the boy yelled uselessly.  Martino brought
his palm down hard on the boy's little ass, with a loud crack.  The boy
yelled out furiously, "Ow, let go of me!"  Martino smacked his ass hard
again, and then again.
	"I'll teach you to obey your babysitter," he growled with pent-up
lust, and smacked him again, even harder.  The man's big red handprints
were now clearly visible on the cute little ass, even in the dark.  The boy
fought and kicked and punched at the bulging thighs under him, but struggle
though he might, Martino was far stronger than he.  The boy's squirming
against Martino's dick was making it ooze precum, and he could feel the
silk boxers getting wet and sticky.  The boy's ass was bright red, so he
smacked it one last time and, picking up the boy in one massive arm, went
over to his duffle bag where he'd kept the ropes.  The boy shook and
thrashed, desperately trying to get away, but Martino managed to keep hold
of him.  "Now...we're going to make sure you can't escape your punishment,
you little fucker.  You've been very bad tonight and you're going to get
what's coming to you."
	"Noooo..." the boy whimpered.  Martino tossed the boy roughly onto
the bed, and took both his wrists in one hand, swinging one of the ropes
around them several times, loose, but secure.  "STOP IT!  LET ME GO!!!"
the boy yelled again, to no avail.  Martino said nothing.  With the boy's
hands restrained, he tightened a knot and flipped the boy over throwing him
onto his stomach.  The boy yelled out again in frustration and kicked at
the man behind him wildly.  One kick landed squarely on Martino's abs, but
the hard muscle there protected him.  Martino chuckled at the feeble
attempt nastily to himself and held tightly onto the boy's ankle.  The
boy's legs were slightly stronger than his arms had been, but with some
effort, the new "babysitter" managed to get a rope a couple times around
his left one, just above the knee.  He bent it up to the boy's chest, and
pullling the rope tightly across the smooth lower back, bent his other
flailing leg the same way and secured it on the other side.
	"What are you, gonna to do?" the boy asked desperately.
	"Shut the fuck up, cunt," was Martino's only response.  Martino
stepped back a moment to view his work, the boy's arms were up above his
head, his head in the pillow.  His tight little virgin ass was pointing
straight up at Martino, his cheeks spread wide open.  Martino licked his
lips lewdly as the boy's little hole tightened up momentarily.  He could
take his time now, so he took the black sweatshirt off, and in one fell
swoop, took his baggy jeans and boxers off over his combat boots.  Standing
there in the moonlight that streamed through the window, the results of all
his climbing trellises and running from the cops was apparent.  His big
pecs glistened with the sweat from wrestling with the boy, and matted a
little the black hair that covered them.  Down a bulging sixpack went a
trail of more black hair, into a big bush over his cock.  His eight and
half inch cock pointed at the boy's little pussy, and he ran his hand over
his meat a few times, pulling back the thick foreskin.  He grabbed his cock
by the base and held it, veins popped out of the shaft and a long stream of
precum oozed out onto the floor.  The boy's whimpering had Martino's head
reeling.
	He pumped out another drop of precum, and, with one knee on the
bed, rubbed the head of his dick along the boys wide open butt crack.
"Oh!"  the boy whimpered, confused and a little afraid.  The boy's little
hole was shiny and clean: he'd obviously had a bath that night.  Martino
leaned his elbows down onto the bed, and, not touching the boy, licked his
own clear juices off the boy's little cunt.  Hungrily, he started tonguing
the boy's asshole.  "What are you....UGH!"  the boy cried.  He thrust his
tongue deep into the boy and spread his ass lips with it, coating the boy's
insides with his spit.  His drool ran down the boys hairless crotch as he
licked and slurped.  His tongue probed at the boy's tight little hole, and
it began to loosen up.  The boy shook and his ass wriggled around a bit on
the man's relentless invasion.  "Oh..." the boy said softly, still a bit
confused, and his hole loosened up a little more.  After getting his fill
of mouthing the boy's ass, Martino leaned back again, kneeling on the floor
at the foot of the bed.  Instinctively, he pressed his throbbing cock into
the bed, smearing the bedspread with his juice.  He grabbed the lube and
positioned it over the boy's spread open ass crack.  He let the clear fluid
dribble down onto the boy's anus and down to his little ball sac.  "What
are you...?"  The boy squealed.
	"I said, shut the fuck up, boy.  Now I'm really going to teach you
how to obey."  With one hand, he smeared the lube all over the boy's ass
and balls, fondling each one thoroughly in his hand, and with the other,
stuck a finger slowly up the boy's ass.  "AAGHH!"  The boy grimaced.
	"Open this hole up wide, you little slut."  Aggressively, he fucked
the boy with his middle finger, twisting it around and spreading the hole
open.
	"OW!  You're hurting me!"  The boy complained somewhat dishonestly.
	"Shut UP, bitch."  Martino growled, slapping the boy hard again on
the ass.  The boy just whimpered.  Martino dribbled even more lube on the
boys ass, so that it ran down the inside of his spread legs, and began to
soak the bedspread.  For what seemed like a half hour, he mercilessly
finger fucked the boy, steadily getting harder and harder, smearing his
tight little balls with lube the whole while.  After a few minutes, he
found the boy's prostate.  The boy gasped when this happened, and a moan
escaped his powerless little body.  Martino bombarded this spot with a
hard, relentless massage until he had the boy moaning and panting and
pushing his ass back for deeper penetration.  The boy's little hairless
dick was hard now, and everytime the big man would rub his prostate it
would twitch a little bit up toward his stomach.  Martino's own dick was
dripping so much precum that a small puddle had formed in the carpet
between his legs.
	"Yeah, you like that, don't you, you little fuckin slut.  You like
me finger fucking your little hole.  You see what happens to little shits
like you who don't listen?"
	The boy just went, "mmmmm," and whined like a puppy for more.
	The boy's little virgin hole had widened so much from the
ministrations, that Martino consented to sticking two fingers in, and
finally three.  Each time another finger was inserted, the boy just grunted
loudly and wriggled his hips around eagerly.  With his other hand, he
teased the tender asslips that protruded slightly when he pulled his thick
fingers out.  This seemed to make the boy whine even more.
	"Okay, whore, I think you're ready for something bigger."  Martino
looked down at the dildo, and then to his own cock, which was painfully
hard now, and shiny wet from all the precum the whimpering boy had forced
out of it.  No contest, he decided.  He looked at the boy's twitching hole
and his throbbing cock pumped another huge glob of precum out the tip.  He
stepped up to the bed and grabbed the boy by the hips pulling him roughly
further toward the edge of the bed.  He grabbed his dick by the base, aimed
it at the boy's twiching hole, and with one smooth, steady stroke, shoved
it all the way up the kid's ass.
	"UUNNNNGGHHH!!" the boy grunted loudly, "oooh, mmmm," his responses
were mostly involuntary, but being filled all the way up with the man's big
cock was a feeling he liked much more than he'd expected to.
	"Yeeeaah, you like that big fuckin cock, don't you, slut?" Martino
whispered nastily.
	"Oh, yes, Sir!"  The boy was panting heavily now, and as his
assailant slowly picked up the pace, he started drooling as his face
contorted in the lust of taking his first dick.  In answer to the boy's new
found obedience, Martino started really plowing the virgin asshole hard,
thrusting deep with every stroke, pounding so hard into the boy's little
ass that the bed banged up against the wall again and again.  The boy just
whimpered pitifully, "please, oh, please, oh, yesss, oh, yes, sir, do it
harder, please!" as he watched, over his shoulder, the huge rapist stealing
his cherry.  With one final pounding thrust, Martino stiffened, his mouth
dropped open, and he shot his hot load in torrents up the boy's ass.
"AAANNGH!"  he groaned loudly.  The boy, not wanting his first good fucking
to stop so soon, played with the cock in his ass, tightening his sloppy
asslips around it, milking it for more cum.  Martino kept shooting more and
more cum uinto the insatiable boy until finally he sighed heavily and
rested his weight down on his arms.
	After a minute or so, Martino slid his softening dick back out with
a juicy pop, which made the boy sigh disappointedly.
	"That's a good little whore," Martino said as he slapped the boy on
the ass lightly.  "Now we're just going to keep you nice and warmed up
while I go take care of this cunt babysitter of yours."  As he said this,
Martino was flipping the boy over onto his back, with his legs helplessly
spread open in the air.  He grabbed the egg-shaped vibrator off the floor
and, after fingering the boy's hole a little to let some of his spunk
dribble out, popped the vibrator in.
	"Now you be a good boy while I'm gone, you hear me?"
	"Mmmm," the boy said, and with that, Martino turned the vibrator's
remote switch to the highest setting and let the boy writhe around for a
while on the hot sensations inside him.
	"OHH!" the boy moaned in pleasure, tightening his spent little
pussy around the cord sticking out his ass.

	Martino picked up his bag and threw the dildo and lube into it as
he made his way downstairs, still naked except for his combat boots.  Since
the lights were on downstairs, on his way he put back on the ski-mask he'd
worn at the beginning, that is, until he could get Mark, the babysitter,
begging for his thick cock, at which point his identity wouldn't need
concealment any longer.
	Mark was sitting as he'd left him, tied to a wooden side-chair in
the living room.  When he noticed Martino, he started to struggle in his
bonds, but he was tied well.  It was scary seeing this big hairy man buck
naked with a massive semi-hard dick swinging around between his legs,
because Mark knew something very perverted was going to happen to him.  His
face reddened in frustration and he struggled against the ropes a little
more.  Mark was about fifteen or sixteen, from what Martino could tell, but
obviously a jock in school from the look of his preppy clothes and almost
buzz-cut dark brown hair.  He was probably just trying to make a few bucks
by babysitting to buy a car or something, Martino figured correctly.  His
clothes were baggy, but as he strained, the thick muscles in his neck
bulged, and up the legs of his longish shorts a light dusting of pubescent
hair covered what looked like well-toned, soccer-player's thighs.  Martino
hoped this one would try to pretend he didn't want a good hard ass-fucking,
too, and it certainly looked like he was going to.  Mark wasn't as naive as
the boy upstairs, being a teenager, so, Martino thought, he was going to
need a little coaxing to be a receptive pussy boy.
	"Well, look at this, another slut just waitin to get plowed.  You
see this?" Martino grabbed his dick underneath and raised it toward Mark's
face.  "This dick is gonna plow your tight little butt, and you're going
want every inch of it."
	"YOOO!" Mark yelled, which was all of "no" that could make it past
the gag in his mouth.
	"But, first, these are gonna get in our way." He said as he tugged
greedily on the teenager's shorts.
	"Mmmmfff!"  the kid struggled more when he saw that Martino was
holding a buck-knife from his duffle bag.  Not so carefully, Martino
grabbed the shorts and cut up one leg to the zipper, and then up the other,
scraping Mark's left leg with it, making him bleed a little, but not a
serious wound.  Then he grabbed a hold of the scraps of shorts, ripping the
seams at the zipper the rest of the way.  He went around behind the chair
and pulled them out from under him roughly.  Coming back around front,
Martino noticed that Mark's white briefs had been pulled down a bit,
tightly trapping the teenager's dick in the pouch and letting his soft
brown pubic hair peek out over the top.  Martino noticed that the kid's
dick seemed to be growing slightly, so he reached over to rub it.  He
groped the boy aggressively through the briefs to see if he'd get a
reaction.
	"You startin' to like the idea of being my second slut boy of the
night, huh?"
	"Mmmmmfff!" Mark cried angrily, but his dick was hardening fast
because of his raging teenage hormones.
	"Yeah, you like that, don'tcha?"  Martino's own cock was starting
to grow for the second rape of the evening, and Mark stared at it
wide-eyed.  "Why don't we get rid of these panties, too, boy?"  Martino
threatened, and, grabbing the knife, pulled the teenager's briefs away from
his body by the each leg hole, slipped the knife underneath, and sliced
them free.  As with the shorts, he ripped them out from under the helpless
boy from the back.  Mark neglected to raise his ass to help, and he winced
as the underwear rubbed past his ass cheeks with a burning sensation.
"Now, I'm gonna get your cunt ready to take my cock, like the little whore
upstairs just did."  Mark moaned in protest again, but it fell on deaf
ears.  Martino dribbled a good amount of the lube onto his hand and spread
it around with the fingers of his other hand, wiping them off on the
destroyed underwear laying on the floor.
	Mark shoved his ass down as hard as he could onto the chair, but
Martino's hand was so well lubed, that he had little difficulty getting it
under him from behind, and finding his virgin hole.  The teenager, in
further protest, had clenched his sphincter tightly closed, but his
assailant found it, anyway, and began poking at it with his middle finger.
Struggle though he may, Martino noticed the boy's cut dick was standing
straight up almost to his navel, and bobbing with his quick pulse.  Slowly
massaging the hole, and gyrating his finger around it, Martino was finally
able to work his finger in, and after breaking the seal, shoved it as far
in as he could from his awkward position.  Once inside the kid, he kept up
his swirling movements, and, looking over the kid's shoulder, he could see
that his dick was starting to drool teen precum down his veiny shaft and
onto the chair, and he was now breathing heavily, as well.
	Martino got in the boy's ear and whispered raunchily, "yeah, you
like that, you like havin your tight little cunt finger-fucked, huh?"
Before he could catch himself, Mark grunted loudly as the finger worked
around inside him.  "Yeah, cocksucker, tell me how much you want this big
cock."  Every couple of seconds, another stream of precum would ooze out
Mark's gaping cockslit as his teenage balls begged to release their load.
Martino's cock was starting to dribble now, too, as the kid started to come
around, and he knew Mark would be begging to get fucked all too soon.
	Martino pulled out the finger suddenly and stood up straight.
First, he took the knife again and, pulling on the front of Mark's shirt,
sliced it straight across the upper chest, revealing youthful but
worked-out pecs covered with a barely visible growth of hair, and two perky
nipples the size of tic-tacs.  Then he took the bottom egde of the slice
and pulled down hard, tearing the shirt the rest of the way off, and licked
his lips as he looked at the young jock body heaving.  He flicked at one of
the nipples with his finger and the boy gasped.  Then he lightly pinched it
and got another gasp, this one slightly vocal.  So he took hold of both of
them and started playing with them, twisting and pinching, pulling at the
sensitive pink tits.  Mark leaned his head back unconsciously and breathed
as his dick pumped out a huge glob of clear teenage juice.
	Then, after working on the erect nipples a little while longer,
Martino grabbed the chair by its back and, tipping it over, laid Mark on
his side on the carpet.  Mark's wrists were tied together around the back
of the chair, but weren't attached to it, and neither were his ankles, so
Martino simply slid the chair out from behind him and threw it aside.
Whether out of fear, or hope that the finger-fuck would continue, Martino
wasn't sure, but the kid didn't make much effort to struggle or get up,
rather, he lay there in sort of a fetal position on the floor, watching
Martino with pleading in his eyes.
	"Now we're really gonna have some fun," he said, and sat down
behind the kid's waiting ass.  It was beautiful, too, with just a light
covering of brown hair surrounding the glistening pucker, and his ass
muscles tensed into tight round globes on either side.  He got a bit more
lube and went back to work on the loosening hole that faced him, and
watched as the boy wriggled and twitched in the ropes.  The kid's body
contortions made Martino's dick pump out another long stream of precum, and
his foreskin tightened even more around the head.  He worked this virgin
pussy as he had on the young boy upstairs, twisting two, then three fingers
around and deep into the kid's ass.  Unable to move too much, Mark still
seemed to be pushing back onto the probing fingers, and he strained to open
his asshole wider as he moaned through the gag and panted heavily through
his nose.  "You want more, boy?"
	"Mmm-hmm," the boy whined.  He removed his fingers.
	"You want more?"
	"MMM-HMM!"
	"Good, cause you're gonna get it."  He took off the ski-mask, sure
of his power now, put it into the bag, and took the dildo out.  With it, he
crawled around to the boy's face.  Tauntingly, he lubed the eight inch pink
tool right in front of Mark's pleading face so he would know what was about
to violate his ass.  Then, he straightened up, so that his own rock-hard
dick was right over the boy's face as he knelt in front of him.  For an
excruciating amount of time, he caressed the dildo, jerking it off slowly
and steadily, as the kid watched him, his teenage dick now dripping like a
faucet onto the floor.  Occasionally, Martino would rub his dick against
his cheek, spreading precum all over the cute young face.
	"Okay, slut, we're going to work that hot little hole real good, so
get ready."  Martino crawled back around behind the prostrate boy, and
aimed the slick dildo at his pouting hole.  He rubbed the head of the dildo
up and down the kid's ass crack, teasing his hole with it, and the teenager
whined in disappointment each time he passed it by.  Finally, he went to
the boy-pussy and pressed.  The kid grunted.  With a little more force, the
head popped inside, and Mark let out a satisfied groan.  Slowly and
deliberately, Martino slid inch after inch into the boy's pussy hole, until
he had only the fake balls at the base to grasp onto.
	"Well, look at that hungry little pussy boy, takin' every inch.
Too bad it's not my big cock fuckin you, huh, kid?"
	"Mmm-hmm," the teenager reluctantly agreed.  Martino had had enough
talk and concentrated instead on working the eager young ass with a
vengeance.  The jock kid had put up less of a fight than the preteen
upstairs, so Martino was a little easier on him, and paid more attention to
opening his ass slowly.  He slid the dildo in and out carefully, but with a
steady rhythm, and each time twisted it around to stimulate the kid's
stretching asslips.  He'd pull the dildo out so only the head remained
inside, pulling the sensitive pink lips out slightly with it, pinched them
lightly, and rubbed around the dildo, so the boy would be conscious of his
vulnerable virgin hole.  Then, he'd push the latex cock in a few inches at
an angle, and mercilessly play with the kid's prostate.  He'd alternate
between these two tortures, and after only two times going back to his
prostate, the boy moaned loudly and shot five, six, seven long streams of
fresh teenage spunk across the room, without even being touched.  The kid
heaved and sighed, his dick still dribbling the last bit of semen onto his
leg.
	Martino refused to let up with the dildo, however, still twisting
it around up the kid's ass, so the horny teenage dick only softened a
little bit before starting to pulse back up again.  Halfheartedly pumping
the tool with one hand, Martino leaned over the kid to lick the remnants of
his load off the hardening cock.
	"Mmm, tasty," he said, leering nastily at the tied-up youth.  He
took the teenager's cock into his mouth and bobbed on it a few times,
savoring the taste of young boycream that had been coating it for the past
half-hour or so.  Mark gasped at the soft slobbering tongue slathering his
as of yet untouched cock with drool.  Martino could feel it pulse and jerk
in his mouth, already preparing to shoot another load, the skin becoming
tight around the shaft.  He pulled off far too soon, but the kid was still
lusting after real cock.
	"Now it's time for you to milk my pole with this tight ass of
yours," Martino said huskily as he slowly slid the dildo out.
	"Ooohh," Mark whined as his ass was suddenly left empty.
	"Man, little slut wants dick bad now, don't you?  You want me to
fuck your ass raw with this big, slimy cherry-buster?"
	"Mmm-HMM!"  the jock moaned like a good slut, almost panicky now
for it.
	"Good," Martino said mysteriously.  He grabbed his painfully hard
cock by the base and crept toward the waiting ass on the floor in front of
him.  He rubbed the head up and down the crack, coating it thouroughly with
his now steady stream of precum.  Each time he'd reach Mark's spread open
pussy, it would try desperately to grasp onto his dick and pull it inside.
A couple times, he'd let the pink lips surround his oozing dickhead, and
slurp on it, but as much as Mark would try to push back onto the invading
organ, he wouldn't drive it home.  He wanted to make the kid crazy for it
first.
	"That's right, now you're a good pussy boy, begging for cock like
your `sposed to."  He pulled his dick away.  Mark looked at him, confused
and desperate.  "Now you just think about how much you're gonna love having
this dick abuse your juicy cunt when I get back."  Mark whined loud and
pleading, his asshole twitching and aching to be fucked by a real man's
cock, but Martino got up cruelly and silently and headed back upstairs.

	What Martino failed to account for was the fact that the young
boy's room was in the back of the house, and otherwise the house was pretty
solid.  When Jeff, the boy's father, drove up the short driveway and
slammed his car door, Martino didn't hear a thing.  Meanwhile, most of his
attention was now focused on releasing his second pent-up load into the
younger boy's cute little ass.
	Jeff came in the door, completely oblivious to what was happening
in the house, so he threw his keys on the table by the door and said,
"Mark?  You here?" quietly enough to not wake up his son.  It was a bit
strange that Jeff Lorenzo hadn't gotten lucky while out drinking with his
friends, he was tall and blond (though moreso in the summer), had big
shoulders and weighed in at 195 pounds of muscle.  The Addidas he'd worn
that night crept slightly up into his butt crack, revealing the finest
round butt of any of his friends.  But, nonetheless, he was alone.
	"UUNNNNGH!" was the only thing he heard from the living room, and a
confused look came over his face as he went to investigate.
	"Jeff?  What's going aa..."  He stopped dead in his tracks as he
surveyed the scene in horror.  Mark, the highschool kid in whom he'd
entrusted the wellfare of his only child for the night, was lying on the
floor with no shorts or underwear, tied with rope around his wrists and
ankles.  His mouth was gagged with a rag tied around his head, and his eyes
strained up at him fearfully.  Facing Jeff where he stood was the kid's
spread open bubble- butt, which was shiny and glistening with the lube that
had been spread all over it, and the lube-coated dildo that had gone up is
own ass so often, aimed right for it on the floor.  Jeff stood there,
transfixed, his mouth gaping open for a few seconds before he realized that
he'd been rubbing his own dick through the thin nylon of his pants, and was
sporting a pretty good hard-on.
	"Iiihhrrr Rrrnnoo, LEEE!" came through the gag, meaning
"Mr. Lorenzo, PLEASE!" it was enough to shake Jeff out of it, and he ran
over to Mark to remove the gag in his mouth.  As he crouched down to him,
Jeff noticed the teenager's dick was not completely soft, and there was a
sizable pool of suspiciously creamy-looking fluid in the carpet in front of
his crotch.
	"I'm so sorry," Mark whispered loudly, and gasped for air when the
gag was off, clearly humiliated.  He found eye-contact difficult.
	"What happened?"
	"He's still here," Mark whispered, "he's upstairs.  He...put
it...in my..."
	"Okay, okay, lemme just find..." Jeff's dick, still semi-hard, was
pressed against the kid's ass crack, as he knelt behind him with his knees
spread wide open, so he stayed there for a few seconds longer and looked
around for something to use as a weapon.  He used his jerking head
movements as an excuse to grind very subtly against the violated ass, until
he noticed the duffle bag, which was still laying in front of Mark.  He
leaned over Mark to grab it, grinding harder into him.  The kid didn't move
at all, but seemed to be pressing back against his stiffening cock with
equal force.
	"The knife..." Mark said, his eyes locked on the thirty-year old
stud on hands and knees on top of him.  Jeff saw it, next to the bag.  He
grabbed it, and as his leaned back up again to test its sharpness with his
thumb, ground his hard dick against the kid's ass.  His hard-on laid off to
the right side in his boxer-briefs so it fit perfectly in between the kid's
butt cheeks as he knelt there, pressed against him.
	"Good." Jeff said of the knife, and since Mark was still helplessly
tied, he leaned over him partially from where he was, sliding one rough
hand up the boys stomach to his chest comfortingly, and said in a soft
voice as he rubbed the tight pectoral, "will you be okay here till I come
back?"
	"yeah, but please hurry, and be careful, he's big!"

	Jeff slowly crept upstairs, the knife menacingly positioned next to
his rippled stomach.  The moaning gradually became more audible, and when
he got to right outside his ten year old son's bedroom door, he could hear
everything.  He stopped.  What caught his ear was mind-boggling.  His
beloved son, Jeremy, seemed to be enjoying what was happening to him!  Jeff
couldn't believe it.
	"Oh, yeah, oh, Sir!" he was saying, "oh, stick it in my butt,
harder, please!"
	"Call me `Daddy,' bitch," a husky voice commanded.  Jeff's head
jerked up.
	"Yes, daddy, oh, I love your big penis, daddy," Jeremy was moaning.
	It was too much for Jeff to handle.  While bathing Jeremy, he'd
paid a tiny bit of extra attention to teaching him how to clean under his
young foreskin, and unbeknownst to the boy, had gotten hard right along
with him.  He'd only been wearing boxers, which had developed at large wet
spot from his drooling cock as the bath progressed, but he hid this behind
the side of the bathtub.  His son was a little too old to be bathed by his
daddy, but he didn't seem to mind being lathered up so thoroughly, and Jeff
certainly didn't mind, either.
	"Okay, now turn around and let daddy wash your rear end," he'd
said.  He'd paid extra attention here, too, and, when he got to the cute
little anus, said, "okay, Jerry, bend over, we have to get you reeeeeal
clean, inside and out," with a tone of voice saying it would be fun.  With
soapy fingers, Jeff slid his hand up and down his son's ass crack
thoroughly, and very carefully, inserted the tip of his finger into his
cute little hole.
	"Hee hee heeee!  That feels funny!" Jeremy had said, and danced
around a little, splashing the water.
	"I know, son, but we want to get you very, very clean."  He pressed
the finger in again and slid it deeper this time, twisting it around and
getting his son's insides nice and clean.  Jeremy just giggled and writhed
around on his daddy's finger.  Jeff's cock was pulsing now, and soaked with
his juice, as he ground it up against the tub.  Vividly he imagined getting
up and pulling the boy's hot ass down on his fuckpole and having him take
every inch, but he dared do no more.  "Okay, you're all done.  Dry off and
put on your pajamas, now, kay?" he said, and just slapped him playfully on
the butt before leaving the bathroom.
	And now, his son was being fucked, and hard, by some pervert, and
he was calling out for his daddy's cock.  Jeff was unable to control
himself any longer so he pulled out the rock-hard seven-inch dick his
little boy was calling out for and began stroking it, slowly, with a tight
grip, like he imagined Jeremy's pussy would be.  As his son grunted and
begged for the rapist's meat, he imagined it was he that was giving his son
a much-needed pounding.  He stroked his uncut dick in time with his son's
grunting, and as he got to the point where he was sure he would shoot, he
stopped and let go.  Something had occurred to him.  Why should this
stranger get to shoot his son full of hot mancream, as he stood there
wasting it on the floor of the hallway?
	A bit angry now, Jeff turned and slowly opened Jeremy's bedroom
door, he watched as the stranger long-dicked his son, pulling a massive
cock almost all the way out, and shoving it hard back to the hilt.  Each
time, Jeremy would grunt loudly, and on the out stroke, would murmur some
encouragement like, "yes, daddy, yes, sir, oh!"  Jeremy laid on his bed on
his back, his legs still tied with ropes, so they left his sloppy little
boyhole exposed and vulnerable, but his wrists were free, and with them he
rubbed the man's powerful hairy chest up and down.  For the first time,
Jeff got a good look at the intruder, at least from behind.  He watched as
his intensely muscled back rippled with each thrust into his son, sweat
dripping freely down into the dimples in the small of his back, and his
gorgeous hairy ass, round and hard.  Its tensing was hypnotic as he drove
his piston deep into the hungry little boycunt over and over, slowly but
aggressively.
	"Oh, daddy, fuck me," Jeremy groaned, thrashing his head around,
his eyes were half open.  "Oh, yes, daddy...DADDY!"  He yelled when he saw
Jeff, his real father, standing there, watching, just ouside the door.
Martino looked up suddenly, but almost immediately saw, in the light of the
hallway, that Jeff was stroking his own hard, dribbling dick.  Martino,
methodically, just kept right on pumping the ten year old full of cock.
	"Hey, man," Martino said arrogantly, "this is some hot little slut
you got here.  Been takin this dick for a good hour now.  Why don'tcha come
on over and see?"  As if automatically, Jeff felt his legs going, one in
front of the other, over to where his son was still steadily being impaled
on eight inches of mancock.  He kicked his pants and boxers off over his
Nikes inbetween steps.  He liked this man's odor, it was musky and hot,
like a locker room, but less stale.  "Take a look, buddy," Martino slowly
pulled his dick out with a pop, and they watched as Jeremy's ass struggled
to keep it inside.  As Martino held his dick there, pointing menacingly at
Jeremy's boypussy, Jeff could see how impressive the throbbing boy-fucker
really was.  Martino pulled his heavy foreskin up over the head and in one
smooth stroke, slid it in again.  He threw his head back at the feeling of
warmth inside the boy. "Damn, that's a hot pussy."  He pulled it out,
teasing the boy who'd learned by now to crave it so badly by rubbing around
his sloppy hole with his shiny cockhead.
	"Daddy, are you going to fuck me, too?"
	"I...I..."  Jeff's cockslit gaped open and oozed a thick cord of
precum that hung by a string for a few seconds, waving in the air, until
finally dropping to the floor.
	"Go ahead, buddy, fuck him deep, he needs it now that I broke him
in for ya."  Martino pulled away a foot.  He took Jeff's dripping cock
tightly by its base and sliding his other hand under the T-shirt that stuck
to the sweat on Jeff's lower back, pulled him by his aching fuck stick down
onto the bed and in towards his little son's puckering cunt.  Jeremy's
asslips were so loosened up at this point, and so drippy with cum and lube,
that all Martino needed to do was prod it with his daddy's cock and it
wrapped around the slimy head like a mouth, sucking at it, trying to pull
it inside.
	"Oh!" Jeff moaned at the warmth of his son's slurping wet hole
around his cockhead.
	"Oh, daddy, do what the man did, please?  Put it inside me?"  Jeff
could not resist the begging any more, and slowly, cautiously, slid his hot
daddy cock up his little boy's ass.
	For at least two hours, Martino and Jeff, who of course, by now had
forgiven the criminal for breaking and entering, took turns fucking the
shit out of Jeremy's ass, each one, in turn, getting right to the point of
shooting and then stopping, to make it last as long as possible.  While the
one was filling his ass with cock, the other would be letting him slobber
all over his waiting dick, cleaning off all the precum that was flowing so
freely, or give his little prepubescent poker a tongue bath.  Jeremy loved
when they did that, and would buck even more on the dick in his hole.
Halfway through, they flipped the panting boy over onto hands and knees and
rode him like that for a while, to make things interesting, and then a
number of other combinations, like Martino would take hold of the boy under
his arms and bounce him up and down as hard as he could on his daddy's
cock.  After some time they realized Jeremy's legs need not be restrained
so they untied them to let him help.
	Jeff would just lay there, arms up over his head, legs crossed
lazily, and watch his cute son drool and groan as his pussy was stretched
to the limit.  Martino would look down at the stud father, laying there,
his musky armpits waiting to be licked, his powerful carved chest and
nipples begging to be pinched and bitten, and it would make him jerk the
boy even faster up and down on his daddy's rod, just hoping he would get to
see the look on Jeff's face when he shot his load like a hose up his son's
ass.  Jeff would look out hazy eyes at the dark, hairy bull fucking him
with his son, and his dick would harden even more inside the boy.
Martino's biceps bulged obscenely with every stroke of the boy, but he
seemed to lift him effortlessly.  His thick chest glistened with sweat that
Jeff would have loved to taste, and every once in a while would grit his
teeth angrily and pump the boy real hard, causing Jeremy to squeal with
delight.  Then, he would hold the boy up by the legs, spreading his hole
wide open, holding him tight against his hairy stomach, and gyrate his own
body so the boy's cunt would caress his daddy's dick slow and smooth.  Jeff
would reach over with one hand and fondle his son's hairless balls, which
would make his asshole tighten and quiver around his dick.  Jeff knew that
Martino was rubbing his own beautiful uncut piece up and down on the boy's
back while he rode his daddy's dick.  They each got caught staring, but
quickly looked away.
	A few more strokes, and Jeff tensed.  He could feel it rising, and
there was no way of stopping it, even if he wanted to stop it, which he
didn't.  Jeff began to moan, and Martino, staring at his rugged face,
steadily picked up the pace with which he was bouncing Jeremy on his dick.
"Oh, God," Jeff said softly, "oh, God, I'm cumming, man.  Jeremy, I'm
cumming in your ass, boy.  Oh, my God, here it comes!"
	"Yes, daddy, fill my butt with your juice," Martino watched as
Jeff's head went back, his mouth gaped open, his hands gripped tight to the
back of his head and his elbows came in toward his face.  In a groan that
started deep in his gut, he started to cum,
	"Uuuuuuuhhnng, Goooood.  UNGH!!"  Martino was overcome by the lust
on Jeff's face, and he knew he would cum, too. Jeff's body jerked
spastically, and with each spurt, he thrust deep into the boy, who would
grunt each time uncontrollably.  He shot about three or four times into his
son's ass before Martino gripped the boy's sides tightly and started to
pump his dick into his back.  He yelled, "AAAAW, FUCK!"  Martino's load had
been building for hours, and he shot hot creamy jism onto his chin and
neck, in Jeremy's hair, and all down his smooth little back.  It
practically poured onto Martino's softening dick and down into Jeremy's ass
crack.
	They all sighed.  Martino laid the boy down on one side of Jeff,
and flopped himself down on the other.  They squeezed tight together to not
fall off the twin bed, so Jeremy was mostly on top of his dad.  Jeff's dick
popped out of Jeremy's butt with a squelching noise, and Jeremy pouted
quickly, half joking, half disappointed it was over.  They were all still
breathing heavily and since they were dripping with sweat, Martino licked
some off Jeff's chest next to him and slowly slid his hand down over his
glistening six-pack to where Jeremy's butt was empty for the first time in
hours.  With two fingers, he lazily fingered the boy's ass, feeling all the
hot cum that was dripping out.
	"Man, you came up a storm in this little pussyboy...SO...what's
your name, stud?"  They both laughed, Jeremy was too tired to notice.

	"Oh, my God," Jeff said suddenly, "I completely forgot about Mark!"
Martino just laughed.
	"Yeah, that's right, he's as ready for you as the kid was.  Plus,
this one's out like a light."  Jeremy had dozed, and was obviously going to
sleep like a rock.  The two men got up off the bed, and Jeff ripped off the
damp, soiled bedspread to put Jeremy softly down to sleep.  Halfway down
the hall, Jeff paused and whispered, "wait, I have an idea.  Let me go down
by myself, you can listen from the stairs, but make sure Mark doesn't see
you."  He picked up his running pants and threw them on.  Martino shrugged
his shoulders.
	"Whatever..."
	Jeff arrived in the living room to find Mark lying on the couch.
He'd obviously hopped over to where he'd be more comfortable, because his
ankles were still tied.
	"What happened up there?" he asked, confused.
	"Well, I got that pervert tied up in his own ropes and I'm about to
call the police, but my son's been raped, horribly."
	"Oh, God."  Mark seemed genuinely upset, but slightly jealous of
the boy.
	"I fucking trusted you, you little shit."  Jeff worked up the anger
and pointed at him threateningly.
	"God, Mr. Lorenzo, I'm so sorry, he snuck up on me, he's so much
bigger, I was no match..."
	"Bullshit, you could have run for the phone."
	"There was no time...shit."  Mark looked at the floor, ashamed.
Jeff stomped around the couch to him, looking upset.
	"Now my sweet little Jeremy's going to be fucked up for life,"
sitting next to the teenager, Jeff grabbed him by the arm roughly and
pulled him over his lap, "and it's all your fault, you motherfucker."  He
slapped the kid's ass.
	"OW!  Mr. Lorenzo, I told you," again, "OW!  There was nothing I
could, OW!  Do!"
	"That's" SMACK "a load" SMACK "of crap" SMACK!  Jeff was pounding
the kid's ass good as he squirmed all over his lap, the pinkness of his
cute bubble-butt and the squirming making Jeff's dick pulse to life again.
"I ought to have you arrested for aiding and abetting."  SMACK!  The fabric
between his own dick and the half-naked boy's was not very thick, and they
kept rubbing against each other as he punished him.  Mark, catching on to
what was happening, got hard almost instantly, but kept playing along as he
ground his crotch into Jeff's lap.
	"Mr. Lorenzo, sir, OW!  Please!  I'll do OW!  Anything you want,"
SMACK, "I'll babysit for you, OW, for free OW, forever, I promise!"
	"That's not all you're gonna do.  You think you'd last in jail, a
pretty little bitch like you?"  SMACK!
	"Oh, God, please, sir, no!"
	"Then you're gonna suck my big old cock and drink every last drop
of my cum, you got it?"  Mark looked up, putting on a pitiful face, but
there was a twinkle in his eye.
	"Yes, sir," he said, trying to sound reluctant.  Jeff yanked at the
ropes to untie his arms and legs.
	"Good, get to work."  Mark slid easily off the man's lap onto the
floor.  He tugged at the nylon and Jeff raised his ass up off the couch.
The kneeling kid took them the rest of the way off and threw them aside.
When he looked up and saw the dick bobbing in the man's lap he gasped and
swallowed at its size.  He looked into Jeff's face.  "You like that, huh?
Well?  What are you waiting for?"  He spread his legs so Mark could crawl
in between them.  Mark took a deep breath and licked up the shaft, tasting
his first dick carefully.  It was starting to ooze lube out the tip, so he
licked that up, too.  He straightened up some and slowly wrapped his lips
around the big cockhead.
	"Yeeeeaaah, that's it.  Go down all the way, boy."  And the jock
obeyed greedily, as he began to relish the salty flavor.  He was slurping
up cock and milking the blond stud for more, getting better at it with
every stroke and fondling the guy's low-hanging balls when suddenly, he
heard a voice.
	"Lemme get some of that, why don't you?"  It was Martino.  Mark
lifted his head quickly, but Jeff grabbed it and pulled it back down.
	"I didn't say you could stop, did I?"
	"No, sir," and he started up again.
	"Sure, come on over, he's a good little cocksucker."
	"Mmm," Mark moaned about the fresh helping of precum Jeff was
serving him.
	"Knew he would be," Martino offered.  He walked over to the back of
the couch and stood behind Jeff, whose head was leaned back, and rested his
hardening dick on his face.  Jeff stuck his tongue out and stuck it under
the foreskin, nibbling on it in his mouth and probing hungrily at the slit
inside.  Martino groaned and bent down to play with Jeff's nipples, which
were sticking straight up at him out of the dark golden patch of hair.
Jeff dug deeper with his tongue and caught some of Martino's clear juice
forcing its way out of the slit.  "Ooh, yeah," Martino growled.  His dick
was like steel now, so he said, "I want that slut throat wrapped around my
dick, buddy.  Share the wealth."  He walked around the couch to Mark and
kneeled behind him, sticking a couple fingers up his ass and feeling
around.  "Yup, still ready."  He wrapped an arm around the kid's body and
lifted him up, pulling him rudely off Jeff's cock with a slurp, and
proceeded to lay him face up along the arm of the couch.  Mark's head was
dangling over the edge in the front of the couch, and his legs off the
back, his feet just reaching the ground when on tip-toes.  In this
position, Martino could just stand in front of him, and his throbbing
pecker would go right into the teenager's mouth.
	Jeff, not ready to be denied, got up and walked to the back of the
couch, where Mark's legs were spread open, leaving his dick and hairless
balls exposed for use.  "Work on his balls, man," Martino ordered, "and
don't touch his dick.  Make him wait for it.  I got his hands."  Martino
had a firm grip on the kid's wrists and used them for leverage to slide his
dick in and out of the hungry, slobbering mouth.  Jeff knelt down and
grabbed each of Mark's ankles tightly and went to work on the tight orbs
that dangled in front of him.  When he made contact, Mark moaned on the
dick fucking his face, and Martino shoved it deep down his throat.  Jeff
licked up and down the boy's crotch, and pulled one, then the other
cum-filled ball into his mouth and swirled it around, relentlessly laving
them with spit, flicking them with his tongue, and nibbling at the soft
skin.  The teen writhed around, lifting his hips, and shoving his crotch
against the feasting mouth, although he was too well restrained by the four
hands on him to move a whole lot.  His dick stood at a 45 degree angle over
his abs, pulsing and bouncing around, dripping a steady stream of sweet
young boyjuice onto his flat stomach.  It ached to release the pent up load
across his chest but there could be no relief.
	Martino kept up a slow but steady rhythm filling the hot young
mouth with his meat, and reaching new depths down the willing throat.  The
kid's tongue was working magic on his sensitive head, each time he pulled
out, to the point where he almost thought the whore would deserve to shoot
a load.  But Jeff had decided to finger the still slippery boycunt while he
tortured the balls above it with his suctioning mouth, and had found the
gland that sent shivers through the young jock body.
	"Unngh, UNNGH!" Mark groaned on the boy-fucker in his throat, and
shot a powerful spurt of cum out his rigid tool that smacked Martino on the
chest.  Then another, that hit the hair trailing down his abs, and four or
five more that gradually covered the length of the smooth jock body down to
his pubic hair.
	Martino looked down at Jeff with a smug grin, "This whore sure
likes gettin' dicked from both ends.  Why don'tcha let him feel that big
fucker in his hot little cunt?"
	"Good idea," Jeff grinned.
	"Mmmm!" Mark groaned in anticipation.  Jeff brought the smooth
muscular legs of their new-found cock-slut up with him when he stood, and
leered at the moist, vulnerable hole puckering and quivering for his meat.
With a couple short shuffles, his cherry-buster was at its destination,
pressing at the entrance to the boy's gut.  He spread the ankles in his
hands wider to spread the jock's pussy lips open, and shoved his dick in,
all the way to the base.  "AAAGH!"  Mark groaned at its size as the blond
stud filled his body with cock.  Lustily, he started paying extra attention
to the uncut log fucking his throat, and starting to tongue it feverishly.
Martino gasped once, and grunted, "here it comes, pussyboy, drink my hot
cum, UGH!" and he shoved his dick all the way down the boy's gullet, then
pulled back to shoot some for him to really taste.  He lapped at it
hungrily, drool and cum running down his face and into his hair.  "Oh,
yeah, slut, eat it, eat it..." he ordered
	Martino slid his cock out of the kid's mouth and walked around to
where Jeff was giving his ass a good reaming.  He watched Jeff's thick cock
disappear into the boy in slow, deliberate strokes.  He reached over and
wrapped a few fingers around it so Jeff would be fucking his hand as well
as the horny teenage ass.  They looked at each other and smiled.  Martino
sat down under Jeff and watched from underneath for a minute before
suggesting, "just shove it in and leave it for a minute, dude."  Jeff
stopped thrusting and kept his dick all the way in.  "Spread your legs."
Martino got up close to the junction of dick and boypussy and started
licking and sucking on everything he could get his mouth on.  Mostly, it
was Jeff's ping-pong sized balls that his sucking was applied to, and it
made Jeff's dick dance around inside the boy, which the kid loved.
Eventually, Martino made his way back to Jeff's hairy asshole.  He made
sure to get it good and wet with spit and shoved his tongue deep into him.
Jeff groaned loudly and shoved his dick even deeper into Mark's ass.  When
the hole was good and dripping with his saliva, Martino let up, and said,
"okay, man, do it, fuck the shit of that hot cunt.  Fuck him raw!"
	"Oh, yeah!  Do it!  FUCK ME," Mark chimed in.  And fuck him he did,
Mark almost fell off the arm of the couch from the pounding, before Martino
came back around and held him down.  Meanwhile, Martino was deep-throating
the boys cock, watching his sweet little boypussy getting used like never
before.  The driving abuse on his messy cunt, and the continuous mouth work
on his teenage cock were more than the kid could take, and he shot another
huge load into Martino's mouth.  When he came, his spent pussy lips grabbed
hold of Jeff's pounding rod, and Jeff came, too.  Martino leered at the
twitching hole as more spunk dribbled out of it each time Jeff drove in.
	"Fuck, man, that was somethin' else!" Martino sighed as he flopped
down on the couch.  Mark was still trying to catch his breath, but rolled
onto the couch, too.  Jeff jumped over the back in between them, and the
three sat, panting, and snickering to themselves, a pile of arms and legs
intertwined, until they finally fell asleep.


	A few months back, Jeff had taken Jeremy on a weekend camping trip,
and had asked Mark, his next door neighbor's son, to keep and eye on the
place, occasionally turn on some lights, and water the plants while they
were gone.  Since Jeff had satellite TV, and Mark's family just had cable,
he ended up hanging out there quite a bit that weekend, and besides, Jeff
had told him to make himself at home, so Mark figured he wouldn't mind.  As
Jeff had mentioned before they left, the gardener was going to be coming,
and said that the guy was cool.  It'd be fine to offer him a drink if he
wanted one, he'd said.  So the presence of a guy with a mower and hedge
clippers milling around all afternoon was no surprise.
	It was extremely hot that day, somewhere over 90 degrees, so
occasionally, Mark would notice the poor gardener pausing to wipe the sweat
off his forehead, and generally curse the sunlight.  At one point, Mark
looked over to see the man standing by the sliding glass doors in the
dining room, he was taking his shirt off and using it to wipe off his face
before sticking it in the back pocket of his jeans.  His massive chest
shone with sweat in the sun, and the black hair that covered it must have
made him even more uncomfortable in the heat, Mark suspected.  He was an
intimidating guy, pretty tall and built like a horse.  His jeans hung just
barely on his hips, and Mark thought for a second that he could see the top
of the man's pubic hair, but he was too far away.
	He got up to go take a closer look.  He wasn't sure why, all he
knew was that he was curious about this big bull of a man.  He went to the
glass doors.  He watched the gardener from the back as he clipped the
hedges, his sweaty back forming an impressive sinewy V.  As he turned to
clip a hedge facing the other direction, he was sort of faced toward Mark,
and he could see that, sure enough, the trail of hair leading down into his
jeans got thicker and bushier right at the top of his pants.  Mark guessed
that, probably because of the heat, the guy wasn't wearing any underwear.
Mark felt a stirring in his own shorts, which were starting to tent out a
little.  He pushed down on his dick, to feel it, and also to maybe coax it
into not embarrassing him.  When he looked back over, the gardener was
staring at him with this nasty smirk on his face.  Mark had thought that
the difference in light levels inside and out would have meant all the guy
would see is a reflection in the window, but he must've been standing too
close to it.
	Mark quickly composed himself and opened the door.  "Hey, uh, how's
it goin'?"  he stammered.
	"It's damn hot, but otherwise..." the gardener answered
questioningly.
	"Oh, uh, I'm Mark, I'm watching the house, uh...for the weekend."
He stuck out his hand.  The guy took it and shook, still holding the
clippers in the other hand.
	"Martino, nice to meet you."  Martino looked down at Mark's crotch
quickly and slowly sized up the kid's firm body.  Mark took his hand away
and looked around nervously.
	"Yeah, so, I was just wondering, uh, if you, you know, since it's
so hot, if you wanted a drink or something."  Martino squinted in the
sunlight.
	"You got any beers in there?"
	"Uh, think so.  I can check..."  He did, and came back out with a
Heineken.
	"Thanks, kid."
	"Sure.  Well, uh, guess I'll go back in, just let me know if
you...need anything."
	"Right."  Martino went back to work, and Mark went to watch some
more stupid Saturday afternoon TV shows.  At one point, Mark glanced out
the window, and noticed Martino was rubbing his crotch, not really getting
serious about it, but also more than just a scratch or a rub.  It almost
seemed like he was getting a hard-on and trying to move it into a
comfortable position.  Then he moved out of Mark's view again.
	At around 5:15 or so, Martino knocked on the back door and opened
it halfway.
	"Hey, kid!"  Mark jumped up and went to the kitchen.
	"Yeah?"
	"Right, well it looks like I'm all done out here."  He stepped
inside.  "Whew!  I cannot wait for fall."  Mark chuckled.  "Say, uh, what
was your name again?"
	"Mark"
	"Mark, right, say listen, Mark," Martino moved closer to Mark, a
little bit too close, about a foot and a half away from him.  It made Mark
a little uncomfortable, but he was already leaning up against the kitchen
counter and couldn't move away.  He could feel the heat coming off the
bull's body, and could smell the musky, manly odor.  "Sometimes, on days
like this, Jeff lets me take a quick shower...you spose that'd be alright?
I probly stink like hell by now."  As he said it, he lifted his right arm
up over his head to expose his hairy, sweaty armpit.  The odor was
unmistakable now, and Mark unconsciously smelled to gauge how bad it really
was.  The aroma was hypnotic.
	"Uh, w-w-well, I guess so...you sure it'd be alright with Jeff?"
	"Absolutely.  Like I say, he lets me do it all the time."
	"Okay, yeah, okay, go ahead, I guess."
	"Thanks, kid."  He touched Mark on the side of the neck and quickly
rubbed it, which Mark thought was somewhat odd, and went upstairs.
	Mark went back to watching TV, and although he was getting a bit
bored, he knew he should wait for the gardener to leave.  When Gilligan's
Island was over, he realized that he'd watched a whole half-hour episode
and Martino was not done yet.  He was itching to go back home, and possibly
dinner was ready, so he decided to go check on him.  When he got upstairs,
he heard that, sure enough, the shower was still running, so he went into
the bedroom at the end of the hall.  The door to the bathroom was mostly
open, and steam came out the top of it.  He didn't want that big scary guy
thinking he was spying on him, and plus, he might tell Jeff if he did, so
he crept over to the bed, from where he could see into the bathroom.  In
the glass shower stall Martino stood, away from the flowing water, slowly
stroking on the biggest dick Mark had ever seen.  It was amazing to watch
him stroke it, play with it, twist his big hand around it.  He treated it
like his most prized possession, staring at it with such pride and
pleasure.
	Mark's own dick was hard as a rock in seconds, and slowly he
lowered himself onto the bed.  With one knee up, he pulled back the leg of
his shorts and pulled his aching dick out the bottom.  He stroked his own
meat along with the hairy stud in the shower.  The guy was faced away from
the door, and Mark was fairly certain he would not be noticed, but what he
didn't know was that Martino, while showering, had bumped the shaving
mirror on the shower wall so that it gave him a perfect view out into the
bedroom.  When he saw that the boy was watching him, he stepped up the show
a bit, running soapy hands over his big hairy pecs, playing with his stiff
nipples, and jerking his cock steadily faster.  He ran one soapy hand into
his ass crack, playing with his hole, and clenched up his powerful ass
muscles seductively.  He watched the boy closely, saw him put his fingers
in his mouth and flog his pretty teenage cock lustily.  Finally, Martino
threw his head back and groaned loudly (he knew it didn't matter any longer
if he made noise), shooting his load at the tiled wall.  He could see the
boy's body jerk on the bed, and knew he must be cumming, too.  He grinned
to himself as he finished rinsing off.
	The phone was ringing, so Mark fixed his shorts and ran downstairs
to get it.  Martino's shirt was still damp with sweat, so he put on only
his jeans, making sure that, off to one side, his half-hard dick was
clearly visible, and went downstairs.  Mark was on the phone with his dad,
who had called to say dinner was ready, so Martino just went over to him
whispered, "thanks for the shower, dude," smiled, and fondled the kid's
packed crotch in lieu of a handshake before disappearing out the front
door.
	"Mark...Mark!" his dad was calling through the receiver.  Mark just
stood there, his mouth gaping open.
	"Huh?"
	"What the matter with you?  I asked you a question."
	"Oh, sorry, what, dad?"
	"Do.  You.  Want.  Ice-cream for dessert?"
	"Uh, yeah.  Sure.  Okay, I'm leaving now."  He said goodbye and
hung up, but stalled for a few minutes, trying to bring to mind anything at
all that would make his hard- on subside.

	A week or two after this, Jeremy and his dad were in the living
room watching TV before bed.  The roofing job Jeff had been assigned to was
rough, so after dinner, he'd showered, but was completely wiped out.
Jeremy, who'd been goofing off at summer camp all day, was not tired, and
he lay on the floor, happy to be able to watch TV later than usual.  That
day, one of the camp counselors had shown him something interesting.  He
really liked this counselor, Tommy was his name.  He was around eighteen
years old, so Jeremy looked up to him and followed him everywhere.  When
Tommy went to the bathroom after their game of softball that afternoon,
Jeremy had followed him as usual.  They peed together, and when he was
done, Tommy noticed Jeremy was staring at his dick.  He rubbed Jeremy's
sandy blond head and asked, "what's so interesting, little man?"
	"Yer weener, it's so much bigger than mine...and hairy!"  Tommy
turned to give the boy a better look at the first man-sized cock he'd ever
seen.
	"That's right," he said, "and when you grow up, yours'll look like
this, too, except that yours has a foreskin and mine doesn't."
	"Foreskin?  What's that?
	"Well, see how the tip of mine sticks out all pink, and yours is
covered up?"
	"Yeah?"
	"Well, that's foreskin on yours."
	"Will mine really get as big as yours?"
	"Well, maybe.  Have you ever looked at your dad's?"
	"No, we have separate bathrooms, me and him."
	"Oh.  Well, if your dad has a big one, then you probably will, too,
someday."
	"Cool."  Tommy stretched his head up so he could see out the little
window for anyone that might be approaching.  They all still seemed to be
just milling around the baseball field, horsing around.
	"You wanna see something even better?"
	"Yeah!"
	"Watch what happens when I play with it."  Tommy started to knead
and rub his dick, and, being eighteen, it didn't take long for it to rise
to full erection.
	"Wow!"  Jeremy stared at it, fascinated.  "It's getting bigger!"
	"Yeah, just like yours does in the morning, or if you play with it
right."  Tommy stroked up and down the shaft steadily.  "Just like this,
and believe me, when you get to the end, it feels great!"  Jeremy wasn't
too sure what he meant, and was going to ask, but suddenly, Tommy stopped.
There were voices approaching, and when it was obvious they were heading
toward the bathroom, Tommy put his hard-on back in his pants and knelt
down.
	"Now, listen, Jeremy, I only show my penis to very special little
boys, like you, and I wouldn't want the other kids to get jealous, so let's
not tell anybody about this, kay?"
	"Okay, Tommy, I won't, and thanks!"
	When Jeremy got home, he was all excited to play some games with
Mark, who babysat before Jeff got home from work, so he forgot all about
trying to make his dick get bigger like Tommy did.  He finally remembered
while he and his dad were there watching TV.  His dad was obviously asleep:
he snored fairly loudly (Jeremy thought it was funny), so Jeremy turned
over on his side, still watching TV, and reached his hand down his pajama
bottoms to play with his hairless young dick.  It felt good right away, and
sure enough, just like when he woke up in the morning, his dick got hard.
He kept playing with it some more, and it did keep getting better, like
Tommy had said.  Then, he remembered what Tommy had said about his dick
growing to be as big as his dad's.  Jeremy looked up at his dad, sitting in
the armchair in his thin cotton bathrobe, his legs spread open and his head
falling off to one side.
	Jeremy was very curious to see what was in store for him, so he
crawl over to where his dad was sitting.  He didn't quite understand that
he might get into trouble for doing something like this, but he also didn't
want to disturb his daddy while he slept, so very carefully, he reached up
to where the bathrobe was covering his daddy's bulging crotch.  It was a
fairly short bathrobe, only coming down to his knees when he stood, so
there wasn't much in the way, but Jeremy slowly lifted one flap, and then
the other.  He was shocked at what he saw.  Not only was his daddy's dick
even bigger than Tommy's, and hairier, but it was covered by the same flap
of skin as his was.
	Jeremy was just way too curious to know how big his daddy's would
be when it was played with, so, without thinking twice, he reached up and
very lightly started rubbing it with his tiny hand.  At first, nothing
happened, the floppy foreskin just sort of slid around, but slowly, it
began to thicken, and gradually stick out from his daddy's hairy crotch.
When it had risen to a position where he could grip it, Jeremy wrapped one
of his little hands around the shaft as far as he could, and started
stroking his daddy's dick back and forth, like Tommy'd shown him.  What he
thought was neat was that every time he would stroke down, the pink
cockhead would peek out the hole at the tip of the tube of skin, and then
on the way back up, it would hide again.  Soon enough, the shaft of his
daddy's cock had veins running all up and down it, and the foreskin
wouldn't completely cover the head anymore.
	Suddenly, Jeff moved.  His head went to rest on the other shoulder
and his breathing was interrupted.  Jeremy pulled his hand away, quickly,
and watched his daddy's face closely.  Jeff was only half awake, but knew
his dick was hard and exposed, and he managed to catch a glipse of Jeremy,
out of half-closed eyes, sitting on the floor between his legs.  His dick
twitched up the air.  It was the moment he'd been waiting for, and he
didn't want to scare the boy off, so he closed his eyes again, cleared his
throat, and slid down in the chair to get his dick closer to the boy's
face.  Obviously, he was not going back to sleep, and he didn't know
exactly how he sounded when he was asleep, but he knew he snored, so he
started a basic louder-than-normal, heavy breathing pattern that he hoped
would fool his curious son.
	His dick was aching now, and sure enough, Jeremy reached back up
after a few seconds and wrapped his hand around his throbbing shaft again.
He gripped it lightly, but the whole idea that his little son was there
playing with his hard-on like a toy made Jeff weak, and his dick dribbled
out a bit of precum.  Jeremy stopped.  "Was daddy peeing?"  he thought to
himself, but then no more came out.  It wasn't a heavy stream like pee.  He
leaned in and smelled it.  It didn't smell like pee.  He stroked daddy's
dick again and a little more of the clear juice oozed out.  He took his
other finger and dabbed at the head, and brought it to his mouth to taste
it.  It was sort of a sweet, tangy flavor, that he liked, but even more
because it had come from his daddy.  He stroked the shaft again, and this
time a long stream of the liquid came out.  Jeremy thought this was fun, so
he kept stroking his daddy's dick steadily, and, looking up to his face to
make sure he was still asleep, brought his face in close and licked up some
of the sweet daddy-juice.  But there was more and more of it, so finally he
decided to just wrap his lips around the big head and suck the juice right
out, as he milked the shaft harder and harder, which seemed to be making it
flow.  Digging his pointed tongue into the slit where it was coming from
seemed to release an even better supply.
	He sat there sucking and sucking on his daddy's throbbing cockhead,
just loving tasting this juicy offering from his daddy's big fuck-tool so
much that he barely noticed that his daddy was shifting around in the
chair.  All he knew was that daddy seemed to be snoring still, which meant
he was sleeping.  Jeff looked down at the boy, eyes closed, mouth working
mercilessly on his senstive head, his agile tongue continuously torturing
his gaping piss-slit, eagerly sucking out all the precum he could get,
stroking the steel-hard shaft with both little hands, and he knew he would
cum, and soon.  He figured that if the boy liked his daddy's precum so
much, he ought to like the real thing even better, so he let Jeremy finish
him off, and just tried not to fidget too much.  He was getting real close.
He could feel his whole mid-section go almost numb, and gradually, he felt
his balls tighten and the mind- blowing sensation worked it way through the
base, through the shaft, up to the tip where the boy was working his innate
talents, and finally shot into his son's suckling mouth.  Jeremy jerked at
first, confused, but just assumed it was more of the delicious treat daddy
was feeding him, and swallowed as much of it as he could.  "Mmmm!" he said
out loud, relishing the tasty new discovery.  Daddy's cock shot hard down
his throat, but there was a little bit too much of the last couple spurts:
they squirted out his mouth and dribbled down his chin.
	Jeff's dick stopping pulsing eventually and the head became too
sensitive for more, so he stretched and yawned stupidly.  Jeremy quickly
flopped onto the floor as if still watching TV.  Jeff covered his spent
dick back up with the bathrobe and stood.
	"Okay, sport, it's time for bed."
	"Aw, dad, but I wanted some more...more TV, I mean."  Jeff smiled
knowingly.
	"I know, Jerry, but daddy's tired.  You can tomorrow night."
Jeremy pouted a little, but trudged off to bed anyway.
	Most of the time, Jeff would just jerk-off in the shower after
work, or even at work, in the Port-O-San, if one of those hot high-school
age guys were on the job, bare-chested and glistening with sweat right next
to him all day.  Every once in a while, though, he'd be in the shower
remembering what his son liked so much about watching TV at night with his
daddy, and would save the load for him.

	A few weeks later, Mark was babysitting and there'd been an
accident.  When Jeff got home from work and Jeremy wasn't in his usual spot
in front of the TV, he was surprised.  Mark was there, watching What's
Happenin'?.
	"Hey."
	"Hey," Mark said.
	"Where's Jeremy?"
	"He's up in his room.  He hurt his hand, before, so he's up there
lying down.  It wasn't so bad, but he seemed kind of upset about it."
	"How did he hurt his hand?"
	"He wasn't real clear on that.  He and his friend David?  They went
out bike riding, and an hour or so later he came back and his hand was cut.
He said he fell."
	"Man, that David kid is bad news.  Jeremy!"  Jeff yelled.
	After a few seconds, Jeremy called down, "yeah, daddy?"
	"Could you come down here, please?"  A minute passed and then there
was the sound of scrambling coming down the stairs.  Jeremy looked normal,
but he had a big Band-Aid on his palm, and he was holding it carefully out
from his body.
	"Yes, daddy?"
	"Mark tells me you had an accident on your bike this afternoon."
Jeremy looked at his hand.
	"Yeah, I fell and got cut on something.  A stone I guess."
	"Where were you riding your bike, exactly?"  Jeremy looked down and
shuffled his feet a bit.
	"Around."
	"Around where?"
	"Around...the street, around David's house."
	"I have a feeling you were down at that vacant lot again."
	"No, I wasn't, I promise!"
	"You better not be lying to me."  Jeff looked sternly at Mark.
Mark looked at Jeremy.  "Was he down at that lot?" Jeff asked Mark.  Mark
looked at Jeremy and cringed.  He knew that's where Jeremy'd been, and he
didn't want to get him in trouble, but he also didn't want to jeopardize
his job by lying, being so close to having enough money for his car.
	"Well, he said they might go there, but he might not have, I don't
know."  Mark looked at Jeremy with a sorrowful look on his face.  "He
didn't say."  Jeff got down on his knee and grabbed his son firmly by the
shoulders.
	"That lot is filled with all kinds of broken glass and crap.  I
told you a million times you're not supposed to go there, but as soon as
David shows up, you forget what your daddy tells you, right?"
	"No, daddy," Jeremy was starting to whine, "I swear, it wasn't
that.  David says it's so much fun over there..."
	"So you DID go."
	"Yes, but..."
	"Well, that's it.  I've had it with you, young man.  You are not to
play with David ever again, do you understand me?"
	"Yes, sir."
	"And now, I think we need to talk about disobeying your father, and
lying to me."  Jeremy started to cry.  Jeff took his son's undamaged hand
and dragged him over to the couch, where he sat down.  Mark was starting to
worry.
	"Mr. Lorenzo, really, he's always very good, he just had a little
accident, that's it."
	Jeff looked at him, appreciating his kindness for the boy, but
still said, "I know, Mark, but you only know half the story."
	"No, daddy, please!  I promise I'll never play there again!  I
swear!"
	"Not good enough.  You're going to learn."
	Mark just watched in shock as Jeff unbuttoned his son's shorts as
Jeremy tried to get free to run away, and pulled both them and the boy's
white briefs down to his kicking ankles.
	"NO, daddy, please!"  There was something strangely insincere in
Jeremy's pleading.  Jeff pulled the boy onto his lap and made sure his
creamy white ass was sticking up and exposed.
	"Now, when I tell you to do something, are you going to do it?"
Jeff took a swing at the cute little ass, smacking it hard enough to leave
a hand print.
	"Ow!  Yes, daddy!"  SMACK!  "OW!"
	"And if I tell you NOT to do something, are you going to do it,
anyway?"  SMACK!
	"No, daddy!  I promise."  SMACK!  "Ow, daddy, please!"  Mark just
stood there, staring, his mouth wide open.  For some reason, Jeff chuckled
softly.
	"Well, we're just going to have to," SMACK! "Tan your cute little
butt," SMACK!  "to make for sure."  What Mark didn't get was that Jeremy
had sort of stopped crying, although he was still whimpering a little bit.
Every time another smack landed on his upturned butt, he would wriggle
around on his daddy's lap a little more than was necessary.  Seeing Jeff
get all nasty on the naked ass was making Mark sweat a little, and each
time he would grit his teeth and take another powerful swing, Mark's own
ass would tingle, almost jealously, and his dick started to tent his shorts
just a little.  SMACK!  "You're going to obey what your daddy says!"
SMACK!
	"Yes, sir."  SMACK!  Jeff looked up at Mark, standing there across
the room, with a raunchy sneer on his face, and Mark was suddenly very
aware of his tenting shorts.  He moved over to sit on the arm of the couch
to hide it, but the punishment was over.  Jeff lifted Jeremy up and set him
on his feet.  Jeremy bent to pull his shorts up, but before he did, Mark
could plainly see that his little dick was sticking straight up against his
stomach.  He gasped, but covered it like he was coughing.
	"Now you go to your room and think about what you did."  Jeremy
shuffled off, but Mark thought he caught the boy grinning as he walked
away.
	"Jeez, Mr. Lorenzo, he's been so good, I can't believe you punished
him so severe."
	"Well..."
	"Do you spank him like that, uh..."  Mark looked down for a split
second, nervously, but then did a double-take.  At the crotch of Jeff's
plaster-dust covered jeans, he saw a thick tube resting off to one side,
and at the end of it, a wet spot seeping through the fabric.  "Um, do you,
uh, I mean, spank him like that often?"  He kept asking the question, but
barely heard himself asking it, and he couldn't tear his eyes away from
Jeff's bulging crotch, as hard as he tried.  His own dick was bouncing
around in his shorts, but he pressed down on it with his hand to try to
cover it up.  Jeff just sat there, staring right through the teenager, one
arm resting on the arm of the couch, the other on the back of it.  He
spread his legs a bit wider and flexed his chest so his one nipple would
pop out the side of the tight white tank-top he had on.
	"Yeah, once in a while.  Why?  Doesn't your father ever give you a
good bare- bottom spanking?"  Mark looked at Jeff's face, finally.  He was
sweating fully now.
	"Well, uh, yeah, sometimes, but only when I done something really
really bad."  Mark couldn't help look at Jeff's hard-on again, but was able
to look back up.  Jeff gave him a raunchy leer.
	"I think every kid needs to get his naked ass pounded once in a
while, don't you?"
	"Uh, well..."  Mark looked down sheepishly, "yeah, I spose so.  I
mean, I guess it feels sorta good to get punished if you done something
wrong, you know..."
	"Yeah, I know."  There was a brief silence, Jeff just stared at
Mark.  Mark shifted around a bit, still trying to conceal his now leaking
dick.  So..." Jeff stood up and reached in his pocket.  Mark's eyes got
wider.  "I guess that'll be twenty again, right?"
	"Oh," Mark laughed nervously, "right!  Yeah, twenty."  Jeff gave
him the money and walked him to the front door.
	"See you tomorrow night?"
	"Yeah, see ya."  Jeff held the door open for him, and as he was
walking out, Jeff smacked him hard on the ass, still sort of playful, but
hard enough to sting a little.  Mark spun around and stared at Jeff.  Jeff
nudged his hard-on just slightly with his fist.  He could tell that Mark
was breathing very heavy and shaking.  Jeff looked down, obviously checking
out the tent in Mark's shorts.
	"Hope no one needs to get punished tomorrow!"  he said, like a
warning, and grinned.
	"Yeah!  Heh heh!"  Mark's face flushed bright red about five times,
and finally he turned and ran back home.


	What Jeff had forgotten was that the next day, Jeremy was going to
stay later at camp because they were having sort of a party for the mid-way
point of the summer.  So, when Jeremy reminded him over breakfast and took
off for the bus, Jeff immediately went to the telephone to call Martino,
seeing as how the job he'd been working on had finished, and the next one
hadn't begun, and he had the day off.  In a quick conversation, he found
out that Martino had a long lunch that day, and told him that his yard was
going to need some "serious plowing."  Martino, of course, knew what "yard"
Jeff was talking about, and told him to be ready for him around 12:30.  He
spent most of the morning cleaning up, and around a quarter to twelve, gave
himself an enema, and spent the next fifteen or so minutes lubing his ass
and loosening it up with his favorite dildo, frantic with anticipation.  He
kept his aching cock confined in a sweaty, cum soaked jock-strap that he
saved for just these special occasions.
	When the doorbell rang, he quickly wiped off the dildo with some
tissue and ran down in just his jockstrap and tank-top.  Martino stood
there and sized him up for a second.  He had on a flannel shirt with the
sleeves cut off unbuttoned in the front, showing off his sweaty, meaty
chest and all the thick black hair that covered it.  He'd also already
undone the button-fly on his jeans, so some pubic hair and his veiny
cockshaft could be seen through the hole.
	"Well, well, well.  What have we got here?" he said, mockingly.  He
squeezed his dick through his jeans, and shoved his way inside, slamming
the door behind him.  He grabbed Jeff by the arm and, spinning him around,
twisted it up against Jeff's back roughly.  With the other hand, he probed
at Jeff's twitching asshole, feeling the slick lube and slipping a finger
easily inside.  "Hmm, looks like we got a horny jock slut just waiting to
get plowed."
	"That's right," Jeff said hoarsely, "what are you gonna do about
it, pig?"
	Martino jerked Jeff's arm up and Jeff winced.  Martino whispered
raunchily in his ear, "I'm gonna fuck that tight little ass raw, that's
what."
	"You're not man enough to fuck me, you pathetic fuckin' pussy."  He
laughed mockingly.  Jeff knew the challenge would get Martino worked up,
and he would get fucked hard for it.
	"Oh, man," Martino threatened, "you are really gonna get it, now,
punk."  Martino shoved him toward the stairs and they headed for Jeff's
bedroom.
	As per usual, Jeff was tied down to the bed, his arms up over his
head and his knees spread open and secured at around the middle of the bed
so Martino would have full access to both his dick and his ass.  Jeff was
gagged and blindfolded, and as he lay there, he hoped Martino would see him
clenching his glistening sphincter and be persuaded to start in fucking him
right away.  Martino did see it, and after removing his shirt and jeans,
climbed onto the bed with his rock-hard dick leading the way.  He shoved a
couple fingers up Jeff's ass first, and twisted them around cruelly,
stretching the lips wide.  Jeff moaned and rocked his hips toward the
fingers.  Martino grabbed hold of his balls, and tugged them down roughly,
bringing Jeff's hard cock with them so it pointed straight up at him.
Jeff's dick was all shiny with steadily drooling precum, so Martino licked
up the shaft to taste it.  Jeff shivered and groaned again.
	Martino rolled off the bed.  "Where's that dildo, punk?" He knew
where it was.  "I know you've got a dildo around here somewhere.  Where is
it?!"  He smacked Jeff across the face.  Jeff winced and jerked his head in
the direction of the nightstand.  Martino got it out and climbed back onto
the bed.  "Now, we're gonna get that ass ready for a good plowin'."  Jeff
rocked his hips eagerly.  Martino rubbed the head of the dildo up and down
Jeff's hairy crack a few times, and watched the hole twitch for it.
Excruciatingly slowly, he slid the dildo into Jeff's vulnerable pussy.
Gradually, he started thrusting it in and out, twisting it around and
really working Jeff's hole to the maximun.  Jeff bucked and panted, a large
puddle of precum forming in between his bulging abs as he pined for the
real uncut meat he knew was bouncing around between Martino's powerful
hairy thighs.
	For a little under an hour, Martino worked Jeff's pussy with the
dildo, taunting him the entire time and laughing at his lusty pleading,
until he finally consented to giving him the real thing.  He pulled out the
dildo, and in one smooth stroke, impaled him on his thick, slimy pole.
Jeff grunted loudly, he could feel the give of a real cock up his ass right
away, but when he felt Martino's hot pelvis pounding his crotch he knew for
certain he was being truly dicked at last.  He murmured to himself how good
Martino was, and strained to help his ass get fucked good.  Occasionally,
Martino would slow down and play with Jeff's aching cock, which was jerking
around helplessly, he knew that would make Jeff even more slutty for his
eight inches.  This lasted another hour or so, Martino just kept stopping
every time he was going to cum, although Jeff had already cum once and had
gotten hard again.  It had been a while since he and Martino had been able
to do this right, and more than just a quickie.  Eventually, Martino did
cum, and it felt like a geyser inside Jeff's gut because it'd been building
up for so long.  Jeff almost came again, but Martino never touched him, and
his hands were still bound.
	Martino decided, so very kindly, to give Jeff's ass a rest, so he
wiped his dick off with some tissue, pulled on his clothes and left to take
care of a short gardening job.  After a few minutes in the dead silence,
Jeff realized Martino was not just going to the bathroom.  He just chuckled
to himself at his helpless position, thinking "that motherfucker!" until it
occurred to him: he'd forgotten to call Mark!  He spent the next twenty
minutes hoping and praying that Martino would get there before the
babysitter, but sure enough, at around three, Mark let himself in.  Mark
had been jerking off at home, fantasizing about his employer, Jeff Lorenzo,
smacking his own ass, wishing it was Jeff's big hand doing the honors, and
had completely not noticed the time.  So he got there a little late, and
was hoping that Jeremy'd not gotten home yet.  He looked through the
downstairs, and ran up to Jeremy's room, but from the hallway, could see
that there was someone in the big bedroom at the end.  He walked slowly
toward the room.
	"MMMPH!" was all he heard.  When he got to the door, he couldn't
believe his eyes.  There was Mr. Lorenzo, with his whole crotch area spread
open in full view.  The lubed dildo shone in the light coming from the
bathroom, as did almost his entire ass, but especially his swollen pink
hole.  Mark just stood there in shock, taking it all in, his dick quickly
getting tight in his underwear.
	"MMM!"  Jeff whined, knowing Mark was there, what he'd feared most,
and he cursed Martino's fucking carelessness to himself.  Mark walked over
to the bed, checking out the whole scene, and rubbing his throbbing teenage
cock through his shorts.  He'd never seen anything quite like this before,
but it wasn't too difficult to figure out what was up.  Suddenly, Mark
realized his position.  With this stud lying here, bound and blindfolded,
he could do what he'd been fantasizing about, and Mr. Lorenzo could never
be absolutely sure who it was who'd done it.  He undid the fly on his
shorts, and spread the front flaps of his underwear to set his hard-on free
through the opening.  He stroked it a few times as Mr. Lorenzo groaned
desperately again.  He sat on the bed and reached over for the big cock
that lay in the drying precum.  He carefully took hold of it and Jeff
gasped, surprised at what the kid was doing.  After a few moments, Jeff
realized both that there really wasn't anything he was going to be able to
do to stop the kid from playing with his cock, and also that he kind of
liked it.  Mark watched in fascination as the beautiful piece on this blond
stud just got harder and harder.
	He looked over at Jeff's heaving chest, and stared lustily at his
big hairy pecs.  He'd watched Mr. Lorenzo washing his Camaro bare-chested
from the window of his bedroom many times, but this was different.  He had
the guy's dick in his hand.  He used the same techniique on Mr. Lorenzo's
throbbing tool as he'd used on his own teenage dick while watching him on
those hot summer Saturdays.  He coated Mr. Lorenzo's shaft with the precum
that was now starting to flow freely, and there was enough of it left on
his chiseled stomach to coat his own dick with.  He stroked both dicks with
equal speed, and when he started to hear Mr. Lorenzo's breath quicken he
picked up the pace.  His own dick was starting to tingle with the beginning
of a mind-blowing orgasm, and he shook with excitement.  Suddenly, both
cocks in his hands got rigid, and he tightened his grasp and slowed his
strokes down.
	"UNNGH!" Jeff groaned, and his load shot up in an arc and
splattered on his face.  Mark's dick shot several spurts onto Jeff's
massive thigh, dripping down onto the bed.
	"Oh, OH!" Mark yelled, before realizing he might be revealing his
identity and stifled it.  He stroked Mr. Lorenzo slowly a few more times
while he caught his breath, and watched as the foreskin started to loosen
up and hide the big mushroom head.  He let go of it, leaned over
Mr. Lorenzo's face, and licked a bit of the stud's cum up off his cheek to
savor on his way downstairs.  He considered untying him, but he wasn't sure
if he was ready to be found out, so he just left him and went down to the
kitchen.
	He fiddled around a bit, wiped the sweat off his forehead with a
paper towel, and got a drink of water.  He heard the metal of the screen
door and looked up.  It was Martino.  He glanced around the room nervously
and finally concentrated on his glass of water.  He looked back at Martino.
Martino was grinning from ear to ear.  He stared at Mark for a second then
said, "hey."
	"Hey."
	"You here to watch the boy?"
	"Uh, yeah."
	"You been upstairs?"
	"NO.  I mean, uh, yeah, just for a second, to check, you know, um,
to see if Jeremy was here."
	"Rrriiiight."  Martino looked at him, not believing a word.  "You
like what you seen?"  Mark looked at his feet nervously.
	"Uh, yeah, I guess."  Martino stepped in closer and put his hand on
Mark's quivering shoulder.
	"Bet you'd like the same treatment, huh, kid?"  Mark jerked his
head up and stared at the hulking man in front of him.
	"Wha...?  I...you mean...like...tied up?!"
	"That's it.  You'd like that, wouldn't ya?"  Mark looked down
again.
	"Yes, sir, I would."
	"Good.  You're gonna get it, and soon."  Martino left Mark in the
kitchen, ashamed, confused, and horny all over again.
	Martino took off Jeff's blindfold and gag and, as he was untying
the rest, offered, "He's into it."
	"You motherfucker, I can't believe you'd...what?  Who's into it?"
	"Your hot little babysitter down there, he's into it."
	"Into what?  Letting you bust his cherry?  You're such a perv,
dude!"
	"Oh, right, like you won't try an get in on THAT action."  Jeff
grinned.
	"Yeah, well, maybe just once..."


	Jeff was asleep in his bathrobe on the easy chair, as usual, or
that's what he hoped Jeremy would think, but his son seemed more interested
in watching TV that night.  At some point, as he watched the boy secretly,
Jeremy got up and went to the shelf where the videos were kept, and was
looking for a movie to put on.  He pulled a few things out, and looked
behind them.  He pulled out a tape that wasn't marked and looked at it,
saying, "hmm," to himself.  As it slid it into the VCR, Jeff saw what it
was, and quickly yawned loudly, and said, "Whatcha puttin' on, Jer?"  But
it was too late.  The VCR automatically started playing it, and before
Jeremy could say, "I don't know what it is," he turned to the TV to see a
kid getting his ass seriously reamed by a big Latino guy, who kept slapping
the kid's ass as he fucked it.  He stood there transfixed, and didn't miss
the fact that the kid in the video seemed to be really liking a lot what
was being done to his ass.
	"Jer..."  Jeff warned, "that's not for..."
	"Daddy, that looks like fun!"
	"Well, yeah, I suppose it IS fun," he said truthfully.
	"Can we try it?!"
	"`We?'  You mean you and me?"
	"Yeah, I wanna try it!  Will you do it with me, daddy?"
	"C'mere," Jeff said seriously, patting his lap for Jeremy to get on
it.  He reached for the remote on a side table and put the TV on mute.
Jeremy climbed up and put his arms around him.  "You know I love you very
much, Jeremy, but that's not something daddies do with their little boys."
	"But daddy, I've already seen your penis, and I've even played with
it, and put it in my mouth, while you were sleeping.  What's so different
about that?"
	"Well...you...I guess it's not so different.  But it just doesn't
seem right, somehow."
	"Oh, daddy, pleeeeease?!  It looks like so much fun.  If you really
loved me, you'd do it."  Jeremy pounted playfully.  "Besides, I felt your
penis when you were spanking me, and you know what?"
	"What?"
	"Sometimes I do bad stuff on purpose, `cause I like it when you
spank me."
	"Wow.  Really?"
	"Uh, huh."
	"Hmm."  Jeff thought about this for a minute, "well.  I guess we're
gonna have to find another punsihment for you, huh?"  And he poked Jeremy
in the stomach to tickle him.  Jeremy wiggled around on his lap and
giggled, making sure to grind into his daddy's crotch a little.  "Hey, Jer,
I've got an idea...you know our gardener, Martino?"
	"Yeah?"
	"Well, I bet he'd be willng to do that to you, too."
	"Oh, wow, really?  I like him, he always lets me ride on his lap
when he's mowing the lawn."
	"Yeah, I know.  Did you feel his penis, too?"
	"A few times, when he was cutting the grass, I felt it up against
my butt, and boy, was it big!"  Jeff looked carefully into his son's eyes.
	"Now, you're sure you want to do this?"
	"I'm sure!  And if Martino did it, that'd be even MORE fun."
	"Okay, well I'll talk to him and we'll have some fun one night,
kay?"
	"Will he spank me, too, daddy?"
	"I bet he would."
	"Oh, goody."
	"We'll make a game out of it, how `bout?  And we'll all play along,
and maybe Mark would join in, too."
	"You think he would?"
	"I think he would."
	Over the next few days, the four of them planned out the best night
any of them had ever had, making sure everyone got a bit of what they
wanted most.  And after that, they would all refer to "The Robbery" with a
snicker.


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