Date: Sun, 10 Jan 2016 19:52:21 -0500 From: Kevin Peake Subject: Dads N Lads Episode 1 (Revised) Dads 'N' Lads Episode I - A Boy and His Marine by Daddy.K © 2013, 2015 NOTE - This is a revision of the original. The plot's the same but the details are enhanced. Enjoy. Donate to Nifty Archive. For almost twenty years, Nifty has been giving wankers something to do. Story Code: Mb/oral/anal As soon as they're clear of Ellicott Falls, something illegal begins to happen in the red Mustang as it shoots down the rural road. Something the Marine had hoped for a very long time. He gasps. Shit! Landon catches his breath, fighting for control. He's about to spew cum into his boxers. This kid's trying to jack me off! "I-- I-- guess yer sure about this, kid, aren't ya?" he stammers. Landon looks like a Mississippi farmboy, and sounds like one too. He is a freshly minted Marine. High and tight haircut. He's about 6'1" and because he's only 20 and just got out of Camp Lejeune about six months ago he's still a bit on the lanky side. The muscles are incipient, and his shoulders are wide, his biceps hard, his belly flat, all revealed by a snug tee shirt which is soaked by broad semicircles of sweat under Landon's armpits. Not a flat crotch. No. Farmboy/Marine wears his jeans a bit tight. He shows bulge. About eight inches' worth of it. At least the part you can see. The kid's got his hand on it. Stroking slowly. Petting it like a puppy. Landon sighs. Back home there's a younger edition of Landon, called Austin, and Landon remembers how awesome it felt when Austin stared at his crotch, flecked with hay and soaked with summer's sweat, after they had wrestled up in the hayloft. Kid sits next to Landon, reaching across the Mustang's parking brake -- not in use -- to cup his hand on Landon's cock. Kid is blond. His hair is much longer, with long golden bangs cascading over his eyes and down the back of his neck. Sides are shaved. He's slender and his skin is golden and creamy like butter. Eyes gleam like sapphires. Lips sweet as cotton candy. A lithe boy but strong in the shoulders and chest. Kid's name is Jesse. Jesse Peake. You'll come to know him -- and his family -- well. Jesse plays on the Calhoun Middle School baseball team, but he's also a star swimmer and up and coming dive champion. Won the Chatauqa County Regional Championship earlier this year. He wears board shorts, soaked because he tugged them hastily over his speedos when the two of them left Harrison Pool about ten minutes ago. "It's a nice one," Jesse says, his voice light. His eyes are focused on the Marine's bulging crotch. Landon, staring at Jesse's lips, almost nails a squirrel which is sitting in the middle of the lane. The Mustang's tires shriek as he swerves. "Slow down, man," says Jesse. "You act like you don't get a boy touching you a lot." Landon realizes his heart is going a million miles a minute. "Well," he drawls, "I don't." Jesse looks up at the Marine and grins. "Really?" "Yeah, kid. No boy ain't ever held my junk like yer doing right now." "Cool," Jesse says. "I thought only kids were virgins." Landon shifts, pressing his hard cock through the denim against Jesse's hand. "Shit ya feel good." Jesse laughs. "It's gonna feel better!" Landon ventures a question that's been bothering him. "So ... ya said you were 16, right?" Jesse looks out at the road, at the trees shooting past, at the long ridges in the distance, grinning to himself. "Yeah. I said I'm 16." "Ya don't look 16." Jesse strokes the Marine's balls, bulging in the denim, with his fingertips. "I said I'm 16." "Cool." Landon swallows. "I'm cool with that." A few minutes later, following Jesse's directions, Landon pulls his blazing red Mustang into a small parking lot off the road. There's no one else parked in the gravel lot. The boy and the Marine are alone. The trees press close. After the throb of the Mustang's engine dies away the birds resume their song, and there is the sound of running water. Landon swivels his head, looking. Just to make sure. Christ, if anyone knew how much he got off feeling a kid -- fucking underage kid -- palming his junk ... but it's OK. No one else is around. Jesse turns around in the seat, reaching for his backpack. Landon discovers he doesn't miss the feel of the kid's hand on his cock. Because he can see the boy's fine ass in profile. Fine. Boy. Ass. Mind consumed in fire, he swallows. "Let's go!" Jesse whoops. A path leads out of the gravel parking lot, winding its way down a shallow slope, through the trees and the thick underbrush. Landon trots after Jesse, who runs ahead of the Marine, his backpack slung over his shoulder "Wait up there, kid!" "Hurry up, old man!" Landon has to adjust his boner. The hot cockhead throbs, soaking his bush with precum. It was that perfect view of Jesse's ass -- not at the pool, barely clad in Speedos, but in Landon's car, displayed in profile -- that's caused precum to drizzle so copiously. The trail leads to a grassy clearing, bordered on two sides by trees and hedges of laurel. The trail enters the clearing at the apex, the Buck River chortles along the base. Across the river you can see a few trailers and small houses. A flash here and there of a kid riding his bike. Marine and boy are alone in the woods. Alone enough to do what they need to do. Jesse discards his backpack into the long grass. His shirt follows. He flashes Landon an impish grin. Secrets seethe in this kid's alluring eyes. He watches Landon approach, one finger hooked into his lips. "Took you forever. You're old." Landon grins. "Ya got a smart mouth, kid." The kid's nipples draw his eye. Small. Tight. Erect. The kid's hot body beckons. Landon struts to the boy. Never in his life has he been so proud of his physique or the masculine bulge in his pants. God it's fucking awesome to be showing it to this sexy kid. In that moment Landon knows this is what he wants his life to be about. Showing bulge to kids. "I think ya need something in that smart mouth of yers," he says, looking down at Jesse and grinning lopsidedly. "Yeah? You think that, old man?" Jesse pulls Landon's tee shirt up. "Well, let's work on it." Nervous as hell, excited as all fuck, Landon strips off his shirt. He flings it onto the grass. Jesse, awe-struck eyes roaming the Marine's boss body, whistles. Yep, Landon's destined to be one hell of a stud. He's still young, not there just yet. But Landon's body is enough to entrance Jesse. Hair grows thick and long in the valley between Landon's pectoral muscles. A thicket leads down his belly, vanishing beneath his belt. The hair's reminiscent of teenagers, fine and sleek, but a few more doses of testosterone, produced by Landon's swollen balls, and the marine'll sport a man's hair: coarse, dark, wooly. Landon's nipples are two pink dolmens crowning muscled mounds. Perfect for a boy to suck on, seeking milk or some other form of sustenance. The brief flash of armpit hair slugs Jesse hard. Or maybe it's the hint of Landon's musk. Boy can't resist. He presses up against the man's body, grinding against the Marine's boner, and lifts Landon's arm. His tongue slithers through Landon's sweat-drenched armpit. Jesse's nostrils flare as he inhales the marine's sweaty funk. Nothing's more intoxicating to a boy than the natural reek of a man. Try it some time. "Oh, shit, that's hot," Landon mutters. "Yeah, do it." He bends down and kisses the back of Jesse's head. His hands explore the boy's back -- smooth, hard with young muscle. Christ, the skin is satin. And the heat -- He stares down the rear of Jesse's shorts, which have pulled low. Landon feasts on the exposed boy buttcrack. What he wants -- to see, to touch, to lick, to breed -- more than anything. His heart is about to explode. "You smell good," says Jesse, breathing deep. The fumes from Landon's armpits are almost -- almost -- as good as poppers. Landon cups one of the kid's buttcheeks. It's tiny, and hard, and it squirms in his grasp. Jesse giggles. "Want it, dontcha?" "Yep." "You're gonna get it, 'cause I want this." Jesse squeezes the Marine's cock. The boy, even more eager than the Marine, drops to his knees. He stares at the straining denim. Licks his lips. His face shines with Landon's pitsweat. He looks up at the Marine. "Ready?" "Fuck yeah." Landon can't help it. His upper lip curls into a sneer. He sees the lust in the kid's eye, and fucking Christ, it makes him feel like a god. Jesse undoes the belt buckle. He sees a big stain of precum in the Marine's jeans, dark blue on blue. Grinning, he unbuttons the fly. Jesse inhales. Savors it. Yeah. This smell is what the kid needs. Sweaty mancrotch. "Shit, you smell hot!" "Take it out, kid." Christ, Landon loves calling the boy kid. He used to call his young brother Austin 'kid' a lot, especially when they were wrestling in the hayloft. Or when they were alone down by the creek. Or that time Austin came in and talked while Landon was taking a bubble bath, and totally missed the huge boner his brother sported -- and fondled -- under the suds. Jesse tugs the jeans down. "Boxers,' he murmurs. "Why'd it have to be boxers?" Landon's cock tents the cotton, and there's a huge stain of precum on them. Jesse tongues the fabric. A hint of salt christens his tongue. "Yeah," he growls, a slow grin spreading over his face. What he just tasted came from Landon's body. He licks the fabric covered cockhead, giggling as it bounces. He pushes his nose beneath the boxers' hem and breathes. His head spins. Yeah. That's the smell of a man's balls! "Woohoo!" Back at the Harrison Pool, where Landon met this hot boy, all he could think about, all he could see, was that boy's fine butt cupped in the boy's blue swim team speedos. That curvaceous profile Jesse showed off in Landon's Mustang and that tantalizing glimpse of forbidden boycrack focus Landon's mind. There's no doubt any more about what Landon wants. Landon wants this. Landon wants to fuck this sixteen-year-old. Screw the age of consent. Man and boy need it. Landon's having a hard time keeping Jesse and Austin straight in his head -- and that's a dangerous thing, because even the picture of his younger brother kneeling in front of him, tonguing his precum-soaked boxers, is an explosive image -- but he doesn't care. His balls pound, needing to burst. Fuck the teasing! "Look at this big cock, kid," he growls. "Look at my fucking huge COCK!" He shoves his boxers down to his knees. Eight inches? Nope. You put a hot boy like Jesse in front of a Marine's throbbing boner and that man grows an extra inch. Guaranteed. Nine inches. Nine inches of stud Marine cock throbs in front of Jesse's adoring face. It juts out of a greasy nest of pubic hair soaked with manstench: precum, sweat, and ballmusk. Landon's breeder is thick with a blunt head. Girls have squealed like mice when he's put it in them. His urethra is thick as a finger. His nutstack is drawn close. 'Cause he's hot. 'Cause there's a boy kneeling down there, worshipping his mancock, the way God intended it to be. Each testicle is the size of ahen's egg and each pulsates as Landon creates more and more sperm. "Suck it, kid," Landon orders. "You got it, old man!" Jesse seizes the shaft and stuffs the head into his mouth. His mouth is so small he can't get much in. Just the head. The boy's lips stretch thin over the fat manmeat. Jesse's tongue flutters on the underside. Landon grabs the boy's ears. He roars. "FUCK!" Startled birds explode out of the trees. The Marine cums. Ignore the way Landon's muscles bleed through his skin. Jesse can't see them anyway. Jesse's preoccupied. Hot babygravy geysers out of the pisslit, catching Jesse by surprise. It floods Jesse's mouth. That first blast is so thick, so voluminous, that Jesse can't handle it. The boy, surprised because it feels like he's clamped his lips on a bottle of shaken-up Pepsi, splutters rich mansperm over Landon's belly, crotch, balls, and thighs. But Landon's not done. He blasts again. Jesse, desperate for seed, doesn't give up. Getting control of the situation, he grabs the man's blasting cock and keeps it firmly planted between his lips. He swallows. And swallows. And keeps on swallowing, his eyes growing wide with astonishment as he feels a warm lake forming in his belly. Landon's got a lot to give. "SHIT! FUCK! DRINK IT! GOD! DAMN! AUSTIN!" Landon doesn't care. Doesn't fucking care who hears him. For the first time in his life he's cumming in a boy. In a boy's mouth. So much better than anyplace else. Except -- yeah -- a boy's butt. Jesse nurses on the cock, swallowing cupful after cupful of spurting sperm, murmuring happily to himself. For the blond kid, this is a dream come true. The flood is endless. Noah could float an ark on the juice Landon ejaculates. Is Jesse going to complain? Fuck no! The boy just swallows. Jesse's experienced enough -- savvy enough -- to know when a stud's orgasm is about to be over, and to hold the dregs in his mouth. He knows men like to see their juice dribbling from their boys' mouths. He looks up at Landon's heaving chest, running his tongue over the cockhead and through the hot gravy boiling in his mouth. He waits until the Marine comes down from his unutterable high, then he lets the cock go with a plop. He opens his mouth, shows that its filled with sperm. To the brim. A holy grail of semen. Unexpectedly, it sloshes over his lower lip like melted ice cream, and cascades down his chin. With an embarrassed grin Jesse slurps up the slime. He swallows. Belches. "Good one," Jesse says. "Glad you didn't jam it all the way in. I ain't so good deepthroating," Landon, caressing the boy's soft hair, laughs. "Ya don't need to be, kid. Shit, didn't mean to blow like that. Fuck that was hot." Jesse giggles. "Who's Austin?" Landon sucks in a deep breath. Reveal his secret? Would that incestuous revelation freak out this spunky teenaged cocksucker? Feeling Jesse's cheek nuzzling his shaft, he purrs, "Kid brother." Jesse brightens. "Yeah?" He slips the cockhead back in his mouth and tongues it. It's still a hard rod, ready for round two. "I got brothers too." Jesse doesn't blush when he reveals this. "Really? Damn." Landon pumps his cock at Jesse's mouth. Surely the kid doesn't mean that Jesse does anything with his brothers. Landon knows he's an isolated pervert. Horny pervert, too. His balls don't feel as if they've lost a thing. The pressure's still there. Intense. Hot. Like they're gonna rip open if he doesn't do what he needs to do to the kid. "How old's your brother?" Jesse says. He slurps up a fleck of jism off Landon's hairy belly. "He's ... "Landon hesitates, but then -- what the hell. If it's illegal to let a sixteen year old blow you, it's also illegal to want a kid brother to blow you. Or to buttfuck either one. "Eleven, in five months." "Cool," croons Jesse, and he licks Landon's cockhead like a lollypop. "You're still hard, old man." "Yeah, kid, I am. Watcha gonna do about it?" Jesse reaches to his backpack. He pulls out an old green towel, still damp from where he dried off back at the Harrison Pool. The fabric of his shorts clings lovingly to his hot ass. Jesse spreads the towel on the grass. Landon feels stunned. Wow. Doing it out in the open, not even trying to hide it from whoever might be in those trailers across the river. Hadn't there been a kid, riding around amongst the trailers on the far side of the river? Where was he? Maybe he'd gone down to the riverbank, and was lurking there under the trees, watching this NAMBLA theatre being presented in the clearing across the river. And, maybe, pulling down his shorts and sticking a slim finger up his tender butt. "Fuck," Landon laughs, "I'm a sick fucker!" Jesse looks back over his shoulder. "Get out of those jeans, you sick old man." In seconds, Landon's shoes go spinning off somewhere into the tall grass and his jeans are piled on his shirt. It feels glorious to kick away his boxers. Warm spring sunlight highlights his muscles. Body hair glistens like strands of silk. The boy's eyes devour the Marine's hot body. Unconsciously, he licks his lips. The hard-cocked Marine is Power. Emitting a soft whimper, Jesse goes down on all fours and shakes his rump. "Come on. Take these shorts off me." His heart hot and throbbing with power, Landon crouches over the boy. Just like the beginning of a wrestling match with Austin. His cock drizzles precum onto the boy's back. He looks at the curlicue of glistening sin. Wow. It's another kind of ... what? Defilement? No, domination. He reaches around Jesse's waist. His palm caresses Jesse's silky belly. The kid's giggle makes Landon's cock twitch. Landon finds the drawstring and pulls. The shorts drop. Damp speedos hide Jesse's glory. "Wiggle 'em again," Landon says in a dry mouth. Jesse again wriggles his butt. The speedos, smelling like Clorox, cling to his rump. They hide nothing but the raw skin of fine boy ass. He arches his spine. He hops on his knees, kicking his buttery thighs open. His small balls swell the speedo's pouch. "Come on. Do it! ALL the way, old man. Don't chicken out on me now!" Fascinated, Landon stairs at the trickles of sweat crawling on the small of Jesse's back. They're pooling in the valley of his spine. The spine that leads right to the crack. "Man," Landon drawls. Cupping the damp speedos, Landon slurps up the sweat. He's too excited to dwell on the thought that he's copping a feel of a teenager's forbidden butt. He curls his fingers in the fabric, then yanks the swim trunks. "Holy Christ!" This time it's Landon who's worshipping. His altar is fine boy ass, sculpted perfectly by some divine pedophile. The cheeks dimple sweetly. The spine, perfectly curved, arches over Jesse's bubble butt to become the deep cleft. The boy's skin is so smooth it looks polished. And, because of Jesse's lewd posture, the treasure's on show. The tiny pucker, fresh and pink, buried between two taut boycheeks, purses at Landon. "Ah shit, kid, fucking shit!" Landon, trembling, can barely speak. That pucker needs to be kissed. The Marine plunges his stubbled cheeks in the boy's valley, and for the first time -- but not the last -- he tongues a kid's asshole. The tang of Jesse's hole makes a torrent of spit drool from Landon's tongue. He swirls his tongue around his target. The hole's so small it's hard to find. He can only locate it by the way the texture changes, from smooth, firm skin to rubbery, yielding pucker. Jesse coos with delight as the man goes to town on his smooth, hairless butt. Aw fuck this is awesome! So smooth, no fucking hair, just skin, creamy smooth white skin, not a hair to be found, not even on the boy's ballsack which feels like silk when Landon's tongue moves south to lash it with appreciative pleasure. Landon chortles, clasps his hands to Jesse's boycheeks and peels the kid's ass open wider. For an awestruck moment he stares at his gleaming handiwork. His spittle runs down Jesse's tight sack. The butthole winks. Fuck he wants to be in there. He plunges back in. This time his tongue stabs. His tongue worries the hole. Eyes fluttering and slack jawed, Jesse sighs, relaxing. The most unbelievable thing that Landon's ever experienced finally happens. His tongue is sucked up into boypussy. Once again, Landon's stunned. He is up inside a boy, yes, his tongue up inside a fucking hot boy hole. It feels as if his tongue is sliding into a hot tube coated with olive oil. Fuck! Landon's got to go all the way! Landon's got to do what he's beginning to sense he was created to do. Landon kisses the butthole once then pulls back. Landon moves between Jesse's legs, his cock an iron bar. He hunches his cock along the kid's crack. "Gonna do you, Jesse!" he growls. "Gonna do you so damn hard!" "Shit! Wait up, old man!" Jesse reaches for his backpack. "You're cock's fucking huge! I can't take that thing dry!" Jesse pulls a jar of Vaseline out of the pack. Uncapping it, he scoops out a dollop and smears it on his butthole. He pushes a finger up inside. He knows he'll need it there, too. "Don't cum when I do this!" He smears another dollop on Landon's cock, from head down to the hairy root. Landon, eyes fiery slits, growls but doesn't spew. Jesse sniffs the crotch sweat on his hand before wiping the excess Vaseline on the towel. A thrill flutters through him. Call it a boy's need to be bred. He folds his arms on the towel and rests his cheek on them, presenting his butt to the Marine."Stick it up there!" His small pink balls now hang low in the heat. "Fuck yeah!" growls the Marine, staring down at the spectacle. Look at all the goddamned smooth skin! It's his! He could rape it, stuff it, put his baby up there, but fuck, the damn kid's giving himself to Landon! This lithe slut is begging for hard hairy manshaft. The moment, long dreamt of, is finally here, in Vaseline-enhanced reality. Landon lines up. He groans as he pushes his cockhead into the slippery socket. To his fevered gaze his cock resembles a boy's toy submarine. Something a kid might play with in the bath. Something that might start out innocent, until boyish lust and curiosity took hold of him. Something he might shove up there, just to see what it feels like, when he's alone and he's pretty sure Mom won't burst in on him. And yeah, staring down at the small body crouched in front of him, Landon is cognizant of the size of his cock compared to Jesse's slim frame. The marine's well aware that it seems impossible that that tiny pucker can stretch wide enough to envelope Landon's steel hard invader. That, when Landon gets in there -- and Landon's going to sink in balls deep, because Landon's a man and testosterone rages in his blood -- his cockhead will blaze somewhere behind Jesse's sternum. That vision only makes this act not merely hot, but incendiary. He grabs Jesse round the waist. "Hold still!" "Ain't going nowhere." Groaning, Landon pushes. Jesse gasps. The boypussy resists for a moment, sinking in, not opening. Jesse cries "Ow!" but only once. Landon's grasp is firm. The blond isn't going anywhere. The pressure increases. Blood roars in Landon's ears. The boy's sphincter yields to the man's triumphant lust. "Take it, kid!" Landon snarls. "Take my cock!" "It's big," Jesse breathes. The sphincter continues to iris wide. Wider. Widest. "FUCK!" Landon roars. The Marine's cockhead is embedded in the boy. Jesse gasps, twists as his body adjusts to the massive invader, but doesn't try to escape. Suddenly a chagrined look spreads over Jesse's face. Jesse feels it, but Landon doesn't see it As the stud Marine's manshaft spears the youngster's butthole, a teardrop of white semen escapes, dribbling down Jesse's hairless thigh. What's the explanation for this? See, earlier today, Jesse got a pass from his fourth period study hall teacher. So did a couple of his friends, Ben Harrison and Chris Dugger. The trio met in the boy's bathroom on the second floor, the one with the window that looks down on the playground. Jesse's two friends boned him good. Both are shooters. Yeah, Ben and Chris strut around school with a lot of spunk in their young balls. And after school, Jesse also let Mr. Harrison, Ben's dad, fuck him in one of the toilet stalls in the men's changing room at Harrison Pool. Mr. Harrison had spooged Jesse's slimy boyhole just fifteen minutes before the roar of Landon's Mustang drowned out the cries and laughing of excited young boys. Jesse Peake needs jism. Jesse likes a wet butt. So, to cut to the chase, Landon's cock sinks pubic-bush deep without much effort. And, Christ no, Landon doesn't notice. Doesn't care. The only thing that matters to him is sinking his shaft all the way in. Getting every inch of his cock embedded in that gooey, liquid, cooing sin. Panting, sighing, gasping, Landon's a Man in his Moment, feeling a boy's rectum hot and tight clutching his babymaker. "Goddamn," he breathes, "I finally fuckin' did it!" Jesse moans and wiggles his fine butt. He loves the feel of a man's pubic hair in his buttcrack. Landon? He's all tied up with the sensation of his hard Marine cock stuffed up a boy's butthole. God damn, that's one hot tube of flesh, squeezing and caressing and loving the hard manshaft buried in the kid's ass. Fuck the powers, fuck the principalities, Landon's lost in the Hallelujah Chorus of a first time pedophile. It's so sinful and lubricious in there that the inevitable comes quickly. Landon, prisoner to instinct, starts withdrawing his cock. The sucking sensation draws his eyes down. Jesse's assring stretches, forming a funnel that elongates as Landon's shaft emerges. Landon, feeling orgasm threatening like a thunderstorm, slams home, because when a man breeds he's got to have his shaft all the way in. "JESUS FUCKING CHRIST!" The moment Landon's fat mansack bounces off Jesse's diminutive boy balls the hot surge comes and he nuts again. "God! Fucking! DAMMIT!" Landon, pure stud, nuts gloriously. It's a firehose going off in the boy's tight rectum, shooting a torrent of spunk up there with the kind of force you see gushing out of a dam' spillway. Think stallion juicing a herd of succulent ponies. To Landon it feels like oceans of jism pour from his balls. Landon's balls are so intoxicated by the sensation of Jesse's clinging, clasping, greasy boychute -- by the thought that they're seeding a sixteen-year-old -- that Landon's furry nuts labor to create more and more spunk. Landon is a Marine who exists to fill kid's asses with his seething, testosterone rich seed. He is a pedophile Niagra of semen -- a motherfucking breeder -- and it's all for Jesse's hot, beautiful, smooth, teenaged ass. Jesse? Well, he just chortles happily to himself, feeling the hot rush of cum in his intestines. For a moment. Then, as the pressure grows and he feels his colon begin to bloat, he turns to look wonderingly back over his shoulder. "Are you pissing up me?" he asks. Jesse hopes so, because that's hot. "FUCKING HELL! FUCKING HELL!" Landon growls, still coming, "Oh yeah, take my load, Jesse!" "Give it up, old man," Jesse murmurs, butt upraised, absorbing the cascade of hot nut butter. Oh yeah. He's going to get up with the wettest butt he's ever had! At last Landon's orgasm dies away. Fitfully, and with last-second spurts of jism joining the flood in Jesse's butt. Do Landon's fingers -- clasping Jesse's waist -- relax? Hell no! The foxy teen isn't going anywhere. Lust still possesses Landon. His nuts still feel swollen. He still feels the need to spooge. To rut. To breed. To pour his rich testosterone-rich mangravy into Jesse's slender rectum. Man and boy remained joined. Does Landon feel the need to apologize for premature spunking, like he felt the first time he ever boned a girl, back home in Mississippi? What are you, nuts? Men don't apologize to boys. Men bless boys with seed, and boys coo as they feel the warmth gurgling in their abused guts. The Marine's chest heaves. Sweat beads on his forehead, on his nipples, courses down his clenched hairy buttcheeks. The only hint of his pubic hair you can see escapes in a greasy tuft from Jesse's smooth buttcrack. "Sorry," Jesse giggles. A tiny farting noise. A bolt of jism squirts through Jesse's butthole. It hangs like a giant booger from the underside of Landon's nutsack, melting in the man/boy generated heat. "Still horny?" Jesse grins at Landon over his shoulder. "Fuck yeah, kid, I'm gonna bone ya all night." "Shit, can't do that, old man, gotta get home for dinner. I'm just a kid, you know." He squeezes his butthole on the Marine's hardon. "But you can fuck me some more. A lot more." "Shit, kid," Landon laughs, "I ain't fucked ya nothin' more than a bit just yet. You're so damn hot." "You gonna do something about that?" Jesse moved his butt on the Marine's shaft. Lewd noises sound. The teen's eyes close, and he grins. Sexy blond teens don't need to ask Landon twice. The man withdraws his shaft. It emerges, still had, wearing a sheen of spunk. A tornado of spunk-scent whirls as Landon eases back. Jesse's oyster-textured ring glides over his cock. "Yeah!" Jesse raises up on his arms so he's on all fours, spreading his knees wider, arching his back and turning his butt upwards. He knows what incites a man. "You're gonna fuck me good and hard this time, aren't you?" Landon watches his shaft emerge from the rubbery seal. Goddamn, he never realized he had this much prong until he withdrew it from Jesse's hole. He backs until the teen's sphincter bulges, straining to keep Landon's flared cockhead inside. "Here I come, kid!" he snarls. He rams forward. Landon's thick nut gravy gurgles in Jesse's colon as that fat manshaft churns Jesse's greasy butthole. Jesse's breath catches. You might suspect that maybe the Marine's just dealt out a stroke the kid can't handle. Not really, which you'd know if you were spying from the bushes and saw the kitten-like glow in Jesse's eyes. And you'd know, if you were there, that Jesse's desperate sound -- that hint of pain -- pierces Landon's brain, for the marine's body surges with power, and his hips go to work. Lashing Jesse's supple young body with strokes pulsating with power. "Take it!" Landon snarls. "Take my cock!" Landon's crotch smacks against Jesse's ass as he pumps. Faster, faster, faster and more powerful. The raw strength of the man -- Landon towers over the crouching boy -- becomes more evident as his hips jackhammer the youth. Landon's demented face and the lewd squelching sounds suggest an outrage is going on here. Maybe, you might think, you should grab a crowbar and pry this man off this boy. Until you see the subtle motion of Jesse's butt, thrusting back because the kid wants every inch of what the stud is dishing out. To prevent the boy from bouncing away -- Jesse's not trying to escape; Landon's simply buttfucking him brutally -- Landon grabs Jesse round the waist. He slides his hands inward, feeling the boy's smooth flesh now bedewed with sweat. His fingertips slide between Jesse's smooth, silky balls and his smooth, hairless thighs, and Landon's thumbs slide over the boy's belly, smooth and hard, to the base of the kid's cock, which is big and hard and-- Smooth? Yeah. Smooth. Not a hint of crispy pubic hair present, which there should be, if this kid was -- Oh God. Terribly exciting thoughts seethe in Landon's fevered brain. Smooth boy calves? Smooth boy chest? Smooth boy ass? Smooth boy thighs? Smooth boy lips? Smooth boy crotch? Hairless boy crotch! Did it mean --? Landon jabs in, rotates his cock, skewering Jesse's young assflesh on his cock. The kid emits a clear, high-pitched moan. He carefully feels the boy up. Cups the kid's balls. Smooth as satin, though heavy with testicles. Good sized dick on the kid. Hard as iron, maybe six inches long. It's all silken down there. Satin. Oh shit. Landon isn't off in fantasy land with his kid brother Austin. Landon is in a sun-dappled clearing, across the river and in plain view from a trailer park, screwing Jesse Peake, a kid way too short to be sixteen, and who doesn't have a lick of hair on his luscious body. "Fuck, kid," Landon grunts, pumping away. Bursts of sweat fly from his body. Sweat trickles over his jaw. "How old are ya?" Jesse, cooing and squirming as the man finally touches him in places men aren't suppose to even think about, grins a secret grin. "I told you--" "No bullshit, kid," and to remind him who's in charge here Landon hammers the boy hard. "I'm thirteen.," Jesse flips a smile over his shoulder. He grinds his slim butt against Landon's furry crotch. "Shit, that's hot." "Yeah, ain't it? Fuck me, old man!" Grinning, happier than he's ever been, Landon pops the boy on his ass. "Quit calling me that. You make me think I'm your Dad." Jesse groans. He tosses his blond locks like a pony breaking into a trot. He ruts back harder and harder, perfectly synchronized to Landon's pounding. "If you were my dad, I'd fuck you all the time." A pensive look comes onto his face, as if he expects an unpleasant reaction. Landon's eyes cross, as if he's about to spooge. He plunges in to the root and stops. For a few moments the pair remain together, motionless except for Landon's trembling. He's clearly struggling against something. "Whew," he breathes. "OK, Jesse! Let's rock!" Here's one of the world's best kept secrets. A boy's rectum is something exquisite, tight and alive, desperate to experience the sensation of a man's big cock inside, and flooded as Jesse's is with cum and Vaseline it is a cave of pure pleasure for the grunting, sweaty Marine. He tries to retain control of his strokes. Tries to pace himself. Tries to shy away from the precipice that always looms when a sexy young kid twitches his sweet ass, but Jesse's clenching assring milks him, drawing him towards a blinding light. "You're a slut," Landon puffs through clenched teeth. Sweat bathes his head, plastering even the spikes of his high-and-tight to his skull. "A fuckin' whore, Jesse!" "Goddamn," breathes Jesse, "you're a stud. Fuck me!" He strains back into the thrusts the Marine pounds into him. The thirteen-year old's stretched assuring dribbles cum and Vaseline, but it works assiduously on the plunging shaft. Squeezing. Relaxing. Egging the big, muscled stud on. Straining to make the hot man give up his potent seed and fill Jesse's sloppy hole with babies. Each drop of Marine sweat that splatters Jesse's back is like a drug. An aphrodisiac. The kid's got to have more. There's something about feeling a giant cock, a breeding instrument that no one in his right mind could expect a slim teen like Jesse could take, roaring and stabbing blasphemously away in his guts. That feeling can only happen at this tender age, an age where malicious lawgivers forbid that man and boy should take and give such natural pleasure to one another. "Austin," Landon breathes. Nut! Hot man butter explodes into Jesse's gut. "Shit! SHIT! SHIT! FUCK! TAKE IT! TAKE IT!" Hollering with delight, Jesse takes it. Takes those titanic blasts of seed. Rejoices as he kneels in front of the man's intensity, abasing himself in order to gain the man's potency. Higher and higher he soars, an ember whirling up from a bonfire. Wet butt? Christ, Jesse feels like a mud geyser is going off in his colon. He wonders if he, overfilled with spunk, might split like a sausage skin. He moans. Fire rages along his spine. Jesse's own cock bucks hard against his belly, like a pony masturbating. His balls, dripping with his sweat and the slime that's leaked from his boypussy, shake, quiver, throb. Bbut nothing spurts out of his cock. Dry cum. But a hot cum. The great pressure forces a torrent of semen to explode out of his butthole, blustering like a massive fart, soaking Landon's crotch with sperm. Sweet boygasm clasps Landon's pulsating staff, seizing it, teasing it, coaxing more and more of that divine flood out of the best part of a man. When you molest a kid you can't dissolve into pure orgasm like you do with a chick. You feel his rectum on your shaft, and it reminds you of what you're doing. That you're bonding with him, knitting his immature soul with your divine power with the glue of bubbling semen. Fuck a kid once, and you'll never want to fuck anything else again. Huffing, puffing, juicing like a god, Landon pictures himself between his kid brother's immature legs, looking down at Austin's back, seeing his own big fat boyfucker -- yeah Landon's got a boyfucker now; a big, hairy, child molesting shaft, greasy and slimy and eager to pop cherries -- buried in tiny kidbutt. Yeah. Austin would be tighter even than Jesse. "Jesus!" Finally, it's done. Landon's cock twitches, spurting another teaspoon of semen into the milky goo inflating Jesse's rectum. Landon pulls out with a slurp. A huge worm of pure spunk wriggles free of Jesse's hole and slithers out, landing with a plop. A puddle of sperm the size of an apple pie oozes wider and wider on Jesse's faded green towel. Long tongues of manjism hang from Jesse's butt and ooze down his boy thighs. Thirteen-year-old Jesse's been thoroughly molested. "God, Jesse, you're gonna kill me!" Landon topples backward, half on the towel, half on the grass. He pulls Jesse's body down onto his. Smooth boy skin on hairy man skin. Landon strokes the kid's back as if he were a cat. Jesse nuzzles his cheek against Landon's stubble. The jism leaking from Jesse's ass oozes onto Landon's belly. "You like that, old man?" Jesse asks. "Fuckin' awesome," says Landon. "Ya got a fuckin' awesome butt, kid." Jesse chuckles. He slides a hand over Landon's sweaty body, feeling the chest hair, teasing a nipple. He finds Landon's soft cock. A brief disappointed look crosses his face. He's patient, though, and skilled. He strokes it, grinning as he feels the blood surge back into it. "Yer wantin' more, aren't ya?" "Fuck yeah," says Jesse. He checks Landon's nutsack. It's loose, hanging low between his hairy thighs, but it's not soft. Jesse figures he can get another load, maybe two, out of the stud young man. "I like your cock," says Jesse, jacking the man's shaft slowly, watching how the pisslit opens and closes. "Yeah, I can tell." Landon grins while the kid plays with his cock. "Shit, glad I went to that pool." "Yeah, me too." "Ya looked so hot in them speedos, standing there by that game. Fuck. All I could think about was molestin' ya." Jesse pecks the soldier on the lips. When the Marine doesn't react, he plants his lips on Landon's. Surprised, Landon enjoys the boy's warmth for a blissful, indecisive second. Then, laughing softly into Jesse's kiss, he opens his mouth and thrusts his tongue into the boy, frenching his hot pink lips. Man and boy kiss. Jesse's murmurs are high pitched. Landon's growls shake the earth. Long and slow. Each enjoys the oppositeness of the other. Hairy versus smooth. Hung versus small. Top versus bottom. Bodies squirm together. Sweat blossoms. Hair mats to foreheads. Hips thrust. Landon cups Jesse's asscheeks. Firm, tight, small ... best of all, easily penetrated. Grinning, Jesse breaks the kiss. He feels the hard, hot manshaft on his thigh. "Fuck me some more?" "Ya betcha ass, boy," Landon laughs. Jesse rolls off the man's muscled body, onto his back on the towel. He doesn't care that he's lying in a puddle of sperm that squished from his butt. He hooks his hands behind his knees and lifts his legs, exposing his hot-red, sperm-drenched, pulsing boypucker. Semen slimes his buttcrack. 6 inches of throbbing boycock juts out of his groin. His diminutive nutsack is tight, his balls squirming in anticipation. Landon's eyes rake over the boy's smooth form. Small pectoral muscles, tiny nipples hard as thumbtacks. Hairless body. Nothing in the crotch, man. Pure kid sexiness. That's the way he wants it. Grinning, he fists his cock as he moves between Jesse's thighs, aiming his shaft towards the beckoning pucker. He presses against Jesse's butthole. The pucker gapes and expels a hot dollop of fresh-baked jism onto his cockhead. It glistens like snot. "Horny little boy, aren't ya?" Landon says, rubbing his cockhead against Jesse's ring. He watches the boy's face. Now that he's taken the edge off -- Christ, it took three orgasms to take that edge off -- he enjoys teasing the succulent blond boy. Landon sneers as he sees desperation bloom in Jesse's eyes. "Yeah!" Jesse says brightly. "I like it when you molest me!" "Yeah," Landon says huskily. "I like molesting ya. I really really fucking really like molestin' ya." "Yeah, you gonna molest lots of boys now, aren't you, old man?" Jesse pushes his butt back, trying to get the Marine's hardon inside. The boy needs it bad. "Yeah," Landon drawls, thinking of wrestling matches in haylofts. And boys at swimming pools. And seventh grade locker rooms. Sixth grade classrooms. Following a kid into a public bathroom, unzipping his pants at the urinal, and hauling it out, standing back so the kid can stare in awe at what Landon's got between his legs. He pushes it in. Cum gurgles around his shaft. The penetration is obscene. Groaning, Landon sinks his shaft in slowly. A sound like boiling glue rises as spunk burbles from Jesse's greasy boypussy. The tiny pucker opens wide. Landon's pubic hair is matted flat with jism and sweat. "Feel it, Jesse?" Landon breathes, eyes fluttering. "Feel my big mancock, going up there?" "Oh yeah," says Jesse. "I can't feel anything else!" Landon's balls come to rest in Jesse's cumdrenched buttcrack. Hot man flesh and hot boy flesh writhe against each other, greased by the man's sperm. And the boy's Vaseline. As he begins pumping the boy, Landon leans down and kisses Jesse. Not slow and romantic, but hard and assertive, the way a man does when a boy excites him beyond all belief.The boy loves it, whimpering and curling his toes. Jesse's butthole farts as Landon pumps. "You sound nasty, kid," Landon growls. "Yeah, do it," Jesse murmurs into Landon's mouth. " Molest me!" Slyly, Landon says, "What do ya want me to do, kid?" "Molest me with your big hairy cock, mister!" The Marine fucks the boy with long, slow, sure strokes. The urgency, the novelty, the sheer thrill of his first time with a boy has left him. Lacking that edge, that urgent need, Landon can simply pump, enjoying the slurping sounds, the feeling of tight flesh gliding on his cock. He doesn't need to bust a nut. He's bred this boy, bred him thoroughly, and the Marine can now just enjoy it, feast on boyflesh. Man and boy share a supreme moment of forbidden pleasure. He fucks Jesse the way he dreams of fucking his younger brother, the sexy, lop-sided grinning Austin, who likes to wrestle shirtless in hot haylofts. "You make my butt feel awesome," grunts Jesse, eyes closed. "Do I, kid? Ya like what I'm doing to yer butt?" Jesse squeezes his butthole, making Landon's cock jump inside him. "I like it when you cum, old man! Molest me, old man, and make me cum too!" Suddenly the blond lad coos. Jesse's cock twitches, struggles, spits out a shiny drop of precum, forced out of his immature prostate by Landon's plunging manshaft. "Yeah, I know, ya sexy boy. Shit, anyone ever tell you how hot you look in speedos?" Jesse smiles. "Yeah ... " "I was watching ya, kid, down at the pool. Like when you got out of the water, and yer speedo was wet, and ya pulled yerself up, and yer legs were spread, and I could see yer butt and yer balls, and all I wanted to do was fuck ya silly." "You're a fucking pedo," smirks Jesse. "Hot damn yeah, kid, I'm a fucking pedo! Woohoo!" The rebel yell echoes across the river. The pace picks up. Manballs batter boybutt. Sweat drips from the man onto the boy. Jesse caresses the man's body, feeling the wet hair with his fingers, drawing designs on the Marine's muscled chest. Tweaking his nipples. Reaching down and holding the man's precious nutsack. Caressing it. Worshipping it. This flesh purse givs infinite gifts to sexy adolescent boys. Landon kisses Jesse again. His eyes blaze brightly. He says something that's been flickering on his mind since ... well, since he first watched Jesse trot around the pool. "Gonna get ya pregnant, son." The Marine awaits condemnation. Rejection. But it doesn't come. Jesse's eyes roll up and he babbles deliriously. This time, when they nut, they do it together. Landon shoves his cock in deep and hoses Jesse's intestines with his hot breeding sauce. Jesse wraps his slim legs round the Marine's waist, trying to stuff even more of the man inside, then cries out in pleasure as his cock throbs, pulses, and manages to expel a thimbleful of sticky, clear fluid. Hot breath explodes. Sweat rains on the overwhelmed boy. "Sweet zombie Jesus, kid!" Landon withdraws, cock spent. His groin is white and foamy with sperm. The farmboy is one nasty, stinking mess of mansweat, boysweat, and hot pedo sin. He falls onto his butt. His cock droops across his balls, dribbling white fluid. Panting, he rests his forearms on his knees, staring at the thirteen-year old boy he's just bred. Infused by three loads -- a satisfying fix for any boy addicted to spunk -- Jesse whips into action. He knows the Marine's still good for more. He can feel it. He crawls between the Marine's knees and nuzzles the young man's hairy balls. The smell of cum and sweat makes fireworks go off behind his eyes. "Aw, come on," Landon pleads, not at all seriously. "We keep doin' this, my cock's gonna fall off!" Jesse breathes the fumes rising from the man's crotch. He stretches on his belly. His tongue slurps up the froth coating Landon's magnificent balls. Between his buttcheeks sperm burbles. Sometimes a hot fountain of white spunk leaps up, streaking the towel or the grass with ejected spooge. "Shit, Jesse," says Landon, panting, stroking the back of the kid's head, "you're gonna make me hard again." "Yeah?" says Jesse brightly. He's been quite impressed with the Marine's staying power. He likes men who can cum a lot. He pops one of Landon's nuts into his mouth and sucks on it like a hard-boiled egg. "Aw fuck, suck it," says Landon. He reclines back on his elbows, kicks open his legs, and watches Jesse go to work on his hardening shaft. "Shit, kid. Molest me. Molest yer uncle Landon." The boy tongues the head, scooping up remnants of cum. Jesse cups Landon's nuts, stroking them back to life. He stuffs the shaft into his throat. Even though it's greasy, Jesse chokes. That's a fat shaft, and hard as diamond. It's not going to make the bend and plunge down his throat. But he keeps at it, laving the man's cock. "Blow me," murmurs Landon, his head lolling back while the seventh grader does him. "Blow me, Austin." It's a long, slow, thorough blowjob. Landon's in heaven. All he has to do is lay back and let this insatiable kid do him. Jesse is after the juice, and more than a little impatient. His lips flutter up and down the shaft. He's careful to caress Landon's nuts. Jesse knows the Marine is at his limit. Jesse wants to show his appreciation. Show his respect. Show his admiration for this stud who showed up out of nowhere and put a gargantuan amount of spunk into his life. Jesse won't give up, not until he gets what he needs. A mouthful of manseed. Sweat drying, the sound of the river filling his ears like music, Landon lays on the towel and lets the kid blow him. The young Marine is a real man. The kind of man any boy would bend over for. When Landon cums, Jesse dutifully swallows. "I think that's it, kid," Landon pants. "Yeah," says Jesse. He glances at the sun, which is getting low. "I gotta get back home." They dress. Jesse doesn't bother with his speedo, just tossing it into his backpack and tugging his board shorts on commando-style. It takes only a second for the cum coating his butt and thighs to soak the shorts. "Christ, what's your family gonna think?" Landon asks, fastening his fly and looking for his belt, wondering how the kid is going to get through the door without having to explain all that spunky goo. "Don't worry 'bout it, old man." They trudge back up the path. It's not an easy walk, for Jesse keeps wrapping his arms round Landon's thigh, making googly eyes at the man. Landon plays along until they get close to the road. He's worried that maybe someone's pulled in -- maybe seen what he's been doing to Jesse and gone for the cops. The gravel lot is still empty. Feeling uneasy -- Christ, what has really happened here? -- Landon gets into the driver's seat. But Jesse doesn't go round to the passenger side. He stands in Landon's open door, shirtless, backpack slung over one shoulder, looking down at Landon's crotch. He smells like a Persian whorehouse on payday. His lips are shiny and there's a mischievous look to his eyes. "Hey, uh, can I ask you something?" "Yeah, what, spunk?" "Since I let you fuck my butt ... will you let me drive your car?" Landon bursts out laughing. "Yer too short, Jesse. Feet won't reach." Jesse unties the drawstring on his boardshorts and lets them fall, showing off his succulent young butt. Dried streaks of semen speckle his buttcheeks but his crack is a seething mass of wet spooge. Tendrils of it hang from his abused, loose pucker. Jesse swivels his hips, his eyes alight with lust. "I could sit in your lap, hold the wheel ... " Once again a hot rush fills Landon's groin. The Marine grins. Yeah, he can fuck the horny boy one more time. "OK, kid. But you gotta ride my stick shift." Jesse tosses his backpack across Landon's lap into the passenger seat. "Hurry up. Before someone catches us." Landon unbuckles his belt, pulls it off and tosses it in the back. He unbuttons his fly and fishes out his hardon, then shucks his jeans down his thighs. Jesse crawls onto Landon's lap. Sighing he eases his taut buttcheeks over Landon's cock. Both groan. Instantly the car is filled with the odor of man and boy, sweaty and hot for each other. Jesse's sweet hairless butt presses into the cum-and-sweat-soaked swamp of Landon's pubic bush. A puddle of sperm burbles from his cunt. Hot slime oozes over Landon's balls and puddles between Landon's ass and the leather seat. "Here's the key. Put it in. Don't crank it! I gotta work the clutch. OK, go ahead." When the engine roars to life a thrill shoots up Landon's boner into Jesse's butt. "Whoopee!" Jesse cries. "Alright, Jesse, hands at ten and four." The Marine puts Jesse's hands on the wheel. His voice sounds a little strained. "OK. You steer. I got the speed." Grinning from ear to ear, Jesse drives the roaring, snorting Mustang back onto the road. He turns back towards Ellicott Falls. Landon keeps the speed low, but the boy impresses him, and not just because the boy's drained his nuts again and again and will do so again before they can get the seventh grader back home. The thirteen-year old is a good driver. "Fuckin' awesome," Jesse says. He squeezes his butthole. He waves at a farmer coming up the road in a pickup. The farmer waves back. Landon and Jesse share a laugh. The man's got no idea of the crimes these two are committing. Landon hunches his crotch at Jesse's butt, getting a little movement going. Shit, he'll probably shoot dust when he comes, but by God he's gonna cum in this boy's butt again. When Landon's sure that Jesse's got good control, Landon downshifts and guns it. Tires squeal and they leap forward down the road. 210 horsepower throbs, and the boy and the man both feel it. They begin to pant and they move, each wanting to please the other. They're both hot and sweaty again by the time they get back to Ellicott Falls. They move, man and boy, wanting each other, wanting one last release. They're on Broad Street, swerving through traffic, when Landon murmurs, "I wanna nut in ya, kid." "Yeah, I want it -- hey! HEY! Stoplight." "All right, kid, settle down." As they roll to a halt Jesse lays into the horn. "What the fuck, Jesse?" says Landon, alarmed but humping faster and faster at Jesse's buttery rectum. Heads turn in the other cars. Of course they can't see anything, not the real thing, not the hot sight of Landon's big mancock, hairy and thick and greasy with Vaseline, quivering between Jesse's smooth globes, moving in a dance of illicit lust. But Landon sees their gaze, feels his sin to the core of his being, and flushes. But he doesn't stop fucking this kid. By God, if he's going to get busted, he's going to get busted doing it to the boy. He'd really love to be spurting when the cops pry him off the boy so they can see his spunk oozing from Jesse's rectum and smell his seed, sizzling on the boy's hungry skin. The other drivers merely smile. Pedophilia? Here in this small town? Why, that's the farthest thing from their mind. They think they see a strapping young man -- so clean-cut and virile he must be OK -- being nice to a very happy -- if strangely drooling -- adolescent boy. "Shit, Jesse, stop that!" Jesse bangs on the horn again. "Hey! Ben! BEN!" He rolls the window down. Landon sees in the Ford F150 next to them a brown-haired boy about Jesse's age hanging out the passenger window, staring at them with large warm eyes. Ben, Landon realizes, can see Jesse's butt on Landon's lap. Can see that Jesse has his boardshorts pulled down. Can see that Landon's jeans are round his thighs. Must know -- even at that young age, for Ben looks to be Jesse's age -- that Jesse's naked ass rests on the Marine's naked crotch. Must suspect what the two are doing. "Oh, Jesus H. Christ!" But Jesse wants Ben to see everything. Grinning, the imp scoots a bit to one side, yanks his boardshorts down even further, revealing his boycock, hard and wet at the tip. Jesse pulls himself up by the steering wheel, showing off the Marine's bushy crotch fur and the sperm-streaked base of the fat manshaft. "Shit, Jesse," Landon says weakly, panting. He thrusts madly against the horny boy. Can't stop. Doesn't wanna stop. Even if a cop pulls up on the other side, Landon is going to get this nut no matter what. Chortling, Jesse bobs up and down. He jacks himself. Ben is grinning. Landon blasts his final load of cum into Jesse's bowels. Ben, the brown-haired kid, givse a thumbs-up to Jesse. "Do it! Do it again!" he calls from the cab. The lights change and the truck roars off. Landon sees the man in the cab -- Ben's father? -- slip an arm around the boy's shoulder and pull the boy to him. Ben stares at the Mustang through the back window. "You're crazy," Landon pants. "Keep your pants on, old man. He's cool." While Jesse drives, Landon slips his hand around the boy's waist and nuzzles his cheek. "I like molesting you, Jesse." "I like it when you molest me, old man." "You're one fucking hot kid." Sadly, Landon's cock slips free of Jesse's rectum. Jesse's tight hole squirts cum. The Mustang smells like a whorehouse. Jesse's eyes smolder over his shoulder at the Marine. "And you're my kind of stud. Old man, I'm gonna have your babies all night long!" Jesse drives them to the big house at 901 North Buck Road. It's home. It so happens to be almost opposite of the field where he and the Marine did it, though Landon's feeling too squirmy inside to notice the familiar terrain across the river flowing behind the house. He's never been in such a weird situation before. He's dropped off girls that he's fucked at their parents', but never a boy. Thankfully there's no one in the yard. Landon doesn't think he could meet the gaze of any of Jesse's brothers. Jesse grabs his backpack. When he gets out of the car his loose boardshorts fall to his ankles. Nonchalantly he pulls them up and ties them off. They're still stained with Landon's cum. He pecks Landon's lips. "See ya tomorrow? At the pool?" "I'll try," whispers Landon. "I got duty, ya know, so if ya don't see me tomorrow I'll be there sometime." "Cool." The Mustang's door shuts. Landon buttons his fly. Grins. Waves. Does a U-turn into the road and roars off back towards town. With a dreamy look on his face, Jesse watches Landon's fiery red Mustang roar off down the road. Then the 7th grader licks his lips, turns, trots across the yard, and bursts through the screen door. He bellows: "Hey Dad! I just got buttfucked by a Marine!"