Date: Sun, 26 Jan 2014 20:07:21 -0500 From: Kevin Peake Subject: Dadddds N Lads - Episode VI Dads 'N' Lads Episode VI - The Marine and His Boy by Daddy.K © 2014 :::::: FROM THE DEPT. OF SHAMELESS SELF-PROMOTION! ::::::::::::::: SAME WRITER! DIFFERENT PSEUDONYM! "Leather Messiah" and "Disciples of the Leather Messiah" By "R K Araddion" Available on Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/s/ref=ntt_athr_dp_sr_1?_encoding=UTF8&field-author=R%20K%20Araddion&search-alias=digital-text&sort=relevancerank ::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: Email: daddy.kevin.p@gmail.com Twitter (story announcements, assorted bullshit.): @daddykevinp DONATE TO NIFTY ARCHIVE or your wanking days are OVER, puny human! http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Story Code: MMbbb.../oral/anal/piss It is second period at Calhoun Middle School. The geometry teacher, Mr. Godwin, has drawn on the whiteboard two axes with his black dry-erase marker. Godwin was careful to check that, yes, these were indeed dry-erase markers and not Sharpies. There were pranksters afoot. Mischievous pranksters. The whiteboard is incongruous. Calhoun is an old school. Brick. High ceilings. Ivy. Thick, old trees in the front. A playground. Originally the whiteboard had been a chalkboard, but these had been replaced. Chatauqua County has to renovate what it has, not build and rebuild. Mr. Godwin -- a man with too little hair and too much flesh -- meticulously labels the axes X and Y. With a red marker he labels his sketch the "Cartesian Coordinate System." Beneath those words: "Slope." His students are silent. Though Godwin's not sexy he is a good teacher. His kids pay attention, even when he's expounding on a subject as dry as this. Godwin makes two points in blue, labels them A and B. Next to A and B he writes, inside parentheses, a pair of numbers, separated by a comma. With a flourish he draws a green line through A and B. "This, student, is a line. And is has a slope." Jesse Peake is in this class. Third row from the door, second seat from the front. He wears light blue board shorts and a loose tee shirt. He rests his tennis-shoe clad feet on his backpack, stuffed beneath his desk. He is fidgeting, opening his knees and closing them. You, being a sick boyfucking pedo like me, would naturally regard such behavior as an invitation to get between those knees and fuck Jesse silly. In this context, however, at this moment -- it means nothing. It is merely the burning off of excess energy. "What is a slope?" asks Godwin rhetorically. "Rise over run." Jesse Peake is alert and interested. Given that Jesse's blond, this might surprise you. But what you need to realize is that many of the world's most wanton sluts are, in fact, quite brainy. They are not encumbered by silly notions like monogamy and fidelity. Why should they worry what the neighbors think? Who cares, they're morons! Let's fuck! If it feels good, do it. And then do it some more. And do it with some men whose name I don't even know! And so, if a young kid like Jesse is getting laid regularly, he's not a tightly wound bundle of unfocused energy. He can listen to Godwin drone on. He can focus, and learn. Yep, school's much more effective when a boy's getting cock up his ass. The Greeks knew this. What the fuck went wrong? Second row from the door, second seat back, sits Jesse's good friend, Ben Harrison. You know Ben, of course -- the lanky, mahogany-haired boy from Coach Dusker's health class. He's quite drowsy, yawning frequently and, when Mr. Godwin isn't looking, stretching his long, slim arms. He's smartly dressed in a buttoned shirt and jeans that are, unfortunately, neither revealingly snug nor teasingly saggy. His geometry book is open but it's hard to say what his mind is on. Sure, he's sexually active. He pumps his nuts up Jesse's butt from time to time. He wrestles with his young brother in his underwear. But his tight little pucker? Neither man nor boy has yet enjoyed that. This kid seethes with unfulfilled needs. It's Ben who reacts to the buzzing. He hears it, jerks as if awaking, then glances over at Jesse. The blond boy stares at Godwin's every expanding array of numbers and lines. The buzz sound again. Ben hisses. "Hey, Jess! Your phone!" Oh yeah. Jesse feels the phone vibrate in his pocket. He reaches down, plucks it out. Text message. Jesse winks at Ben. Cautious, he checks Mr. Godwin. Yep. Back turned, formula being scrawled. Coast is clear. When Jesse sees who it's from, his eyes light up and a huge smile bursts across his face. The message reads: hey kid I got a wkend pass u up 4 it Yep. You guessed it. Landon. Mississippi farm boy. Marine. Pedophile and stud. Let's now turn our attention to one of our favorite areas. Jesse's crotch. Under his blue shorts the kid wears briefs. Thin white cotton. If they were wet you could probably see through them. Well, in those briefs his dick shoots to attention. From limp piece of meat suitable for peeing to hard throbbing boyrod ready to spew streams of precum as a giant hairy cock pounds his tight young butt. In about three quarters of a second, as you'd expect with a young lad like Jesse. The thirteen year old doesn't realize it but he's quivering with excitement. Anyone around him can see the transformation. Ben sees it. He looks at Jesse quizzically. Jesse doesn't notice his buddy's look. He stares at his phone. At that message. Thinking of Marine cock. His breath quickens. Jesse likes cock. Big hairy mancock. He slips the phone back into his pocket. He slouches in his chair. Without realizing he begins to pet his dick through his shorts. Ben watches his buddy play with himself. His own hand slips to his crotch. He begins to play with his own suddenly-stiff flesh. He's been hoping to bury his meat in his friend's butt. He's been thinking about it since peeing in the toilet this morning. He's got no idea what the text that Jesse received said, but knows it has to be about ... sex. "Mr. Peake." It's difficult to say why Godwin called out Jesse. Teachers seem to have an uncanny ability to spot something out of the ordinary, to sense the source of the currents of inattention. Jesse is now, for example, staring moodily off into space, stroking his crotch beneath his desk. He snaps to attention, though. His hand doesn't leave his throbbing dick. "Yes, Mr. Godwin?" Ben stares down at his open textbook, fingers touching his stiff dick right where the head pushes against his jeans. "Is something ... distracting you, Jesse?" Mr. Godwin regards Jesse through his glasses, his arms folded across his belly. Jesse blushes. "No, Mr. Godwin." "Why aren't you paying attention, then, Mr. Peake?" "I-- uh, I-- well, I didn't sleep too well last night." "Something he ate," Ben offers. Behind a cupped hand he grins at Jesse. "Yeah," Jesse says. "My dad's c-- uh, cooking." "He made salami," says Ben. "Yeah," says Jesse, "and it, uh, upsets my, uh, stomach." The boys and girls in the class anxiously examine Mr. Godwin's steely gaze for clues. None of them very experienced with the ways of adult emotions, it's a moment of great anticipation, of great fear. An explosion? Detention? What could happen? But Godwin is satisfied. He rather likes this Jesse kid. The boy is smart, crisp, and respectful. "Very good, Mr. Peake. But pay attention." Mr. Godwin turns back to the whiteboard. Jesse sighs softly. He was afraid Godwin was going to make him stand up and explain himself. Not a good thing to happen to a thirteen year old sporting a hard dick in his briefs. Well, not in this class. Maybe in Coach Dusker's it would've been OK. For Jesse, geometry is done with for the day. All he can think of is that Landon's cock juts from his groin at exactly the same angle as the line connecting A to B on Godwin's whiteboard. The need for casual sex afflicts Ben, too. He's thinking of getting Jesse up to the second floor bathroom, you know, the one that overlooks the playground, and bending his friend over, and getting a nut. The next thirty minutes are an eternity. For both boys. Jesse: Marine cock. Yeah. Marine cock up my butt. The lanky Marine just does something to Jesse. Makes him burn. Ben: Sweet white dimpled butt. On my dick. Yeah. Maybe sliding in on Chris Woodpine's jizz. Or maybe Chris Dugger's. Or ... heh heh ... both. There's a wet spot on the front of Jesse's shorts. Ben's jeans smell like someone just came in them. It's almost impossible to concentrate on what Godwin's babbling on about. To hell with Rene Descartes! Bring on the Marquis de Sade! The bell rings. Chaos erupts as students stuff textbooks into bags, as Ben Harrison and Jesse Peake tug their shirts down over their bulging boy crotches. They fly out into the locker-lined hall, echoing with feet that should be walking but are, for the most part, running. Ben grabs Jesse's arm, stopping him, next to the locker of some girl. "So who was it?" Ben asks. Jesse whips his phone out. "Landon," he murmurs. "Who?" "My Marine." "Jeez, Jesse," says Ben, watching his friend's thumb fly over the tiny keyboard, "slow the fuck down or you're gonna break it!" The message Jesse sends reads: hell yeah old man meat me after skool bring lots of butter "Butter?" asks Ben, looking over Jesse's shoulder. "Yeah," says Jesse. He looks dreamily off into the distance. "When he boned me at the restaurant that was the only lube we could find." He presses his buttcheek against Ben's crotch. He grins as Ben humps it. "You gotta give me some of your lube later!" Ben brightens up. "Fuck yeah!" He's horny enough he'd fuck Jesse right there in the hall. "Come on!" Jesse yells. "We gotta get to class!" The two seventh graders dart down the hallway. The morning drags on. Jesse can think of nothing but throbbing Marine cock. His teachers aren't remotely pleased by the blond boy's vacant yet sunny smile as he sits at his desk, gazing at nothing, his hands out of sight. But all those teachers can say nothing. He's not doing anything wrong. He's think wrong things, and fucking enjoying it! Finally, the bell rings ending fourth period study hall. Jesse, desperate for cock and knowing his buddy Ben sported one, had pleaded for a bathroom pass. But no luck. Jesse has plans for lunch, though. First, the two boys race for the cafeteria, dodging slow-moving clusters of their less sexed-up peers. It is Friday, so hot dogs and pizza are on today's menu. Ben and Jesse join the two Chrises, Woodpine and Dugger, in the line. Chris Woodpine you met in Coach Dusker's class. Chris Dugger you've heard of -- one of the boys who dropped a load up Jesse's butt the day the blond slut met his Marine. Chris Dugger is kin to Bobby Dugger -- speaks with a pronounced mountain twang, is tall and slim. All knees and elbows. Buzzed short brown hair. Got a fully developed set of equipment. He can pump out real sperm, the white stuff that gets girls pregnant and makes Jesse coo with pleasure when it sizzles in his rectum. It's Chris Dugger who notices Jesse's hardon. Laughing, he points at his friend's straining shorts. "Hey, Jesse. Gonna play baseball with that thing?" Jesse laughs, cupping his hand over his groin so he can claim he's hiding his dick but so he can also play with it some more. "Yeah, buddy," he says. "I'm gonna swing all night long!" They boys have to keep it cool, though. This is a junior high -- and there are girls nearby, turning their backs on them -- always a clear sign of ears being focused on conversations not meant for them. So the quartet cavorts in line, as boys do, while the cafeteria ladies ladle food onto their trays. Jesse, who had pizza last night, selects hot dogs. Because he is cute -- and he can smile a smile to charm the panties off any old ironcunt -- he gets two dogs, steaming hot, fresh, and snug inside one overstuffed bun. There's a table near the windows overlooking the street outside the school. The boys, munching French fries, pile onto the benches. "So what's up with that boner?" asks Woodpine, smirking. "Landon." Grinning, Jesse deepthroats one of his hotdogs before biting off the end and chewing. Landon. That's all Jesse needs to say. The boys have seen the pics Jesse keeps on his phone of his favorite Marine. No, no, settle down -- Jesse's not an idiot, no nude pics. Jesse knows that, if anyone ever finds nude pics of a man -- Landon, his Dad, Mr. Harrison -- on his phone, they'll be hell to pay. His teenage years bereft of cock! No young slut like Jesse would dare risk that. Chris Dugger drawls, "Daaaaamn." A slow grin spreads over his face as his thoughts, often slow, turn to sex. "So. You wanna pay a visit to the bathroom?" "Yeah, Jesse," says the other Chris. "Come on." He snickers. "It'll go in easier if you let us grease it up for him." "Hell yeah!" Jesse begins scarfing his food. This is fucking awesome! He's gonna get pigfucked even before Landon gets hold of him! Chris Woodpine coughs, frowns, reaches into his mouth. He digs in the back, and then yanks. Triumphantly he holds up a long, black curly hair. The other boys stare at him, their expressions demanding answers. "I snuck over to the high school showers," says Chris, blushing. "Got three of 'em." High fives all around. All four boys love to sneak over to the high school, when they can find the time, and cavort with the big boys. You know, the one with almost-adult cocks and balls just brimming with hot young jizz. Let's make things clearer. There's a service corridor that runs behind the boy's shower in the gym over there, and many years ago holes were made in the tile walls. Generation after generation of teen has discovered the pleasure that can be had if some kid from the junior high or, better still, an elementary school, has parked his mouth right next to the hole. "Who?" asks Ben. "You know that Curtis guy, that football player?" They all do. Jesse especially. He smirks, remembering coming home from school yesterday, to find his little brother Kevin bent over their Dad's weight bench, the black-haired high school stud pumping away at his tight pucker. "Yeah, well, that pube was his. Then there was this black cock. I think it was one of the basketball players. It smelled hot!" He scoops up a slice of pizza. "Who was the third?" Jesse hisses. Chris Woodpine chews slowly, drawing this out. "Ain't telling," he says finally. Ben thumps him. Chris Dugger kicks the other Chris' shin under the table. "Betcha it was a MAN'S!" says Jesse. Woodpine nods, grinning. "Huge, too! Sweaty. I think he was a coach, or maybe that guy who runs the ROTC over there." He belches. "His cum was thick like Velveeta!" The quartet is done with lunch in about five minutes. This leaves them about twenty-five minutes before the next bell rings. Their trays clatter onto the conveyor belt that leads back to the kitchen. They race out into the hall. Instead of just Jesse's crotch bulging, there are now four. "Which one?" asks Ben, breathing heavily. "Second floor bathroom's always busy now," says Jesse. "How 'bout the gym?" asks Chris Dugger, idly playing with his throbbing young dick. "Yeah," says Jesse. He tugs his shorts down a bit. He can't wait to get his three buddies' dicks up his butt. Sure, he's had 'em all one at a time, but they've never gangbanged him. This wouldn't have happened if that Marine's text hadn't made him so fucking horny. Thanks, Landon! They race to the gym. It's empty. The boys trot across the basketball court, tennis shoes squeaking. They peer into the locker room. The smell of the place -- boy dicks and boy butts and ripe armpits not yet soiled by deodorant-- stimulates their nerves tremendously. All clear? The lock room is empty. The lockers are shut. No one is on the benches -- except for discarded jockstrap with a massively distorted pouch and a small pair of briefs. "Who's in the showers this time of day?" mutters Ben. You can hear the water running and see the steam pouring through the entranceway. "Let's find out!" says Jesse. He's too horny to give up on this. The boys creep forward, as silent as they can be. Chris Dugger stumbles over a towel but catches himself before he can crash into a locker. "Shh!" hisses Ben. "I hear something!" The boys stop just short of the entranceway to the showers. The sound of running water echoes. But also something else. A rhythmic thumping noise, almost overwhelmed by the hiss of the shower. Slap. Slap. Slap-slap. Slap-slap-slap. Slapslapslapslap. Pause. Then repeat. It's not a steady pace. It speeds up, rises to a crescendo, and then halts. Jesse giggles into his cupped hand. He grins at his friends and motions them forward. The four boys peer round the door jamb into the big communal shower. The first figure they see is their classmate, Victor Franco. He's standing, spread-legged, his back arched, both palms pressed against the tiles. His dick juts from his groin. His balls -- full, round plums-- cluster tight against the base of his dick. His wet hair is plastered to his skull. His eyes are closed. His mouth is parted. His soft tongue darts out to lick his lips. Water gushes from his chin. The second figure? Yes, you guessed it. Coach Dusker - the huge, hulking, hairy man -- has his giant cock jammed into Victor's dimpled butt. Coach Dusker is clearly struggling with ejaculation issues. The four boys spying on this evil pedo can see the look in his eyes, the way his tongue lolls senseless from his mouth, and they know the big muscled man is lost in the throes of unutterable lust. Victor's fine butt -- a sight Jesse has ogled many times, clad in Speedos, when the two boys are at a diving competition -- is the kind of butt to make a pedo like Dusker go nuts. Not that Dusker is a man needing encouragement. But the smooth hemispheres, the deep cleft, and best of all the kid's tight butthole -- well, they're obviously driving Dusker to insane heights of pleasure. The big coach hammers at his sweet-assed boy, his crotch fur plastered to his groin. He looks like a gorilla that's been swimming. The quartet can see the pleasure blooming on his face. The boys can see his eyes roll up. They all watch his head lean back. They can see an adult male, about to breed a boy's cunt. But Coach Dusker fights it! No, no nut, not right now! Just like me put a few more strokes into this heavenly tight butt! Victor's a hot kid. Full lips and bubble butt. He's a whore at both ends. Dusker jams that big adult prong of his deep in Victor's ass, and he holds it there, and you know he's praying he can hold out just a little longer. Coach D lets the urge to cum die down, lets the blazing fires in his balls sink down just a bit, before starting up with slow strokes. Victor's chest rises and falls slowly as he absorbs the thrusts. From time to time a small grin blossoms on his face. The quartet can see a leg twitch when he squeezes his butthole. Kid needs that cum. Kid needs that mancum. Doing everything he can to tease it out of Dusker's swollen nuts. Squeeze butthole. Arch back. Spread cheeks. Be a whore for the stud who's pounding him. The quartet gives each other the thumbs up. Victor's eyes fly open. He sees his classmates peering in. He too shoots them thumbs up. Yeah! "Fuck me, Coach," Victor says, grinning, grinding his sweet hairless ass against the Coach's hammerstrokes. As quietly as they can -- in this case, not very, since they're way too overstimulated from this unexpected man/boy porn show -- the quartet stumbles deeper into the Locke room, pushing through the old wooden door to a small cubical with four toilets, two urinals, two sinks, and a long mirror. Shutting the door behind them, they let out their breath explosively. "Wow," says Ben. "Did you see the size of Coach D's wang?" Jesse, grinning, says, "Sure did!" He drops his shorts and briefs. He hikes his shirttail above his waist as he stands in front of a urinal, bending over slightly. "Now. Who's going first?" "I am," says Chris Dugger. He can be, like his kin Bobby Dugger, a bit slow. Unlike Bobby, though, he knows what he likes when it comes to sex. He likes buttfucking. So Chris Dugger opens his fly and pulls out a thick, cut six inch dick. For a thirteen year old he's quite developed. He's got a thick pubic bush and a substantial nutsack, already drawn tight. Looking at Jesse's ass -- smooth white curves blazing hot between two bands of tan flesh -- he hawks up a huge gob of phlegm and smears it along his dick. Stepping forward, he lines up his dick for penetration. Jesse says, "Hold up a sec." He spits on his fingertips and probes his own butthole. Folding his arms on top of the urinal he bends forward slightly and wiggling his butt. "Stuff it in!" Chris Dugger's thick dickhead penetrates Jesse's ring easily enough. Jesse's used to taking monsters. It burns a little, sliding in, and Jesse gasps. But it's a delicious pain. Eagerly he thrusts his butt backwards into Chris' crotch. Sweaty boy butt grinds against boy belly. Jesse purrs with excitement, enjoying the feel of Chris Dugger's thick pubic patch between his buttcheeks. "Oh, that's nice," Jesse says. He glances over his shoulder. Chris' eyes are glued to Jesse's butt. He looks briefly into Jesse's eyes. "Yeah," Chris says. "Gotta get me a nut!" He starts pounding. No artistry. No love. Just a boy getting his rocks off. Two seventh graders, fucking in the bathroom. Flesh slaps against flesh as boydick churns in Jesse's rectum. They're young, they're horny, and they don't have much time. Jesse's own dick, jutting out of his own groin, soon begins to drip a stream of precum. Chris's taut balls smack against Jesse's looser, pink spheres. "God, Chris," says the other Chris. "You look so serious!" Chris Dugger takes his fucking and his nutting seriously. No smile on his face, just a look of intense concentration. Like a quarterback in the middle of an intense game. He jams his dick all the way in to the root, feeling the cum boiling in his nuts. God, he's gotta cut loose or he'll fucking explode! Suddenly he hammers Jesse's butt hard, gasping, then plasters his crotch tight against the blond slut. He pumps a few teaspoons full of thick white teen gravy up there, christening Jesse's butthole with his young seed. He pulls his softening dick out of Jesse's hole with a wet slurp. "Whew," he says, zipping up. "Thanks, Jesse. I needed that!" Chris Dugger grabs his books and shoots through the door. The remaining boys can't hear Dusker pumping at Victor's sweet ass. Coach D must have got his nut too. "Who's next?" Jesse grins, wiggling his ass. "You go," says Ben, tagging Chris Woodpine. Staring at Jesse's butt he licks his lips. "Yeah," says Chris, lowering his zipper. He too spits on his dick. He lines up -- and it's in! It slips inside smoothly. Jesse doesn't even wince, taking his second Chris in five minutes. The other Chris soaked his rectum with soothing kidcum. "Mmm," says Jesse. He has to bend over further and spread his knees wider; since Chris Woodpine is a little shorter than Dugger. And his dick is much more boy like -- slim, and with a sparse, thin bush at the base. It goes up Jesse's butt like a finger, tickling the blond the way a doctor's finger might when giving a kid a prostate exam. "Hurt?" grunts Chris, hips already working. "Nah," says Jesse, rocking back and forth on Chris's pumping dick. Chris pummels Jesse hard suddenly, almost as hard as Coach Dusker had been doing Victor right at the crescendo. "Ow!" says Jesse. The pain isn't from the slender dick scouring his tight anus. It's from the sheer pounding Chris is dealing him. It's like being paddled. "Holy Christ, Chris," says Ben. Watching Chris Woodpine nail Jesse hard and fast really gets him in the guts. Yeah! This boy's gotta nut. Ben opens his own fly and pulls his dick out. At six inches, and with a bit of girth, it's more Jesse's style. "Take it, Jesse," huffs Chris. "Take my dick. Can't get enough of me, can you? Shaking your butt, yeah, you need what I got, don't you?" "Fuck me!" cries Jesse. He likes this! He likes it better when Chris grabs his hair and hauls his head back. Yeah! Chris must be watching some good Internet porn! Jesse loves the way this posture makes him feel. Like he's just a hole, that all he's good for is taking dick and getting his boychute filled with semen. He wishes it were a man doing it, though. Chris is trying, but he's still an amateur. Not a hung boy. Not like Landon. Not like Keith Peake. Not like Coach Dugger. But it's a dick, and any dick is solace to a slut in need. In a few minutes, though, Chris nuts, spewing his own load into his friend. If you could see it, it would be nowhere thick as the other Chris. Watery and slimy. Not the kind of stuff to knock a girl up. Chris yanks his dick out. A horny boy, it's not really soft. It is soaked and it smells rich and spermy, thanks to Chris Dugger's sperm swarming in Jesse's butthole. "Whew, man," says Jesse, looking over his shoulder. "That was almost good!" "Yeah, fuck you," grins Chris. He stuffs his dick back in his pants and zips up, then grabs his backpack. "Watcha doing this weekend?" "Landon!" laughs Jesse. "Oh yeah. Well. See ya Monday!" Chris exits, whistling as he trots through the locker room. Looking over his shoulder, spreading his legs invitingly wider, Jesse says "Well, buddy. It's just you and me. Wanna fuck?" "Hell yeah!" Ben doesn't even bother to spit on his dick. He can see Jesse's butthole. Warm. Wet. Slimy with two boyloads. He slips up behind his friend and stuffs his dick inside, sinking in all the way to the root in one stroke. "Nice!" says Jesse. He grinds his hips against Ben. "Come on! Fuck me!" Ben is thirteen, and his balls are on fire, and his brain has been consumed with lust ever since second period. Not much time left, either. Both boys work each other's body. Jesse's own prick begins slapping his belly while Ben's dick slips in and out of his asshole like a knife in warm butter. His eyes roll up, his butthole clenches, and he gasps out as his orgasm sweeps over him. Grunting, Ben pours a few more teaspoons of clear ejaculate into Jesse. "Fuck! Take my load, Jesse, take it all!" Jesse coos, feeling his buddy's cock pulsing within him. "Aw, man," says Ben, lips nuzzling Jesse's neck. "That was hot!" He pumps his dick some more, stirring the semen around. "You think we got time for another?" The answer comes in the form of a bell. No, they don't. Hastily, Ben yanks his dick out of Jesse's succulent butthole. Jesse farts, winces, afraid he's lost some of that wonderful juice. But no, it's still there, inside him. His buttcheeks are slippery with his and his friends sweat, but his guts are greased up with three loads. Laughing, he gets dressed and follows Ben out into the locker room. The jockstrap and the briefs are gone. Together the boys plunge across the basketball court and reenter the tumult of a middle school hallway in the midst of changing classes. They pass a smirking Victor Franco. Victor's hair is still wet and he's walking stiff-legged, like a boy who's got a massive load churning in his guts and is seriously afraid that his loosened butthole might just drop that rich gravy into his briefs. The boys exchange thumbs up, happy to keep each others' secret. The final shape of Jesse's weekend is dictated when, as he sits in his next class, enjoying the slow gurgling of his friend's jism up his butt, his phone buzzes again. Landon! The word goes through him like lightning. A brief moment of despair. Could the lanky stud be cancelling out? It had happened once before. A military man, Landon didn't have full control of his life. But no. That can't be it. Jesse can feel it. He knows he's in for a hot weekend. The text is, in fact, from his Dad. And when Jesse checks it, in the hall after class, it reads: hey boy taking yer brothers up 2 lake wanna cum :)? Hot damn! Dad and all his brothers will be gone until late -- they'll be at the lake until the sun sets, and then they'll stop at a buffet for some grub. Jesse's going to have the house all to himself -- except for one horny Marine! Fuck yeah! How much better can a boy's life get? He texts back: no dad got 2 study He's pretty confident his dad will buy that. The rest of the day is torture. His young dick is stiff again, and the loads his three friends dropped in his butt at lunch just make him want more. He wants big Marine cock and huge loads and giant balls that never stop shooting jizz up his hungry butthole. Fuck! When the final bell rings he erupts from his desk, hooting, "Weekend pass! Weekend pass!" He fistbumps Ben then explodes out of the classroom. He races down the hall, streaking past his older brother Tristan. Jesse's the first kid out the door and -- What the fuck? No red Mustang! Goddamn that butt-teasing Marine! Jesse angrily throws his backpack down, whips out his phone, and hammers a message into the keyboard: mothrfkr where u @? In seconds the reply comes: corner 1st and mason Jesse laughs to himself. This has happened before. Silly Marine! He's embarrassed to park his car out front of the school. Afraid of looking like a pedophile out cruising sweet young flesh. Hell, doesn't he realize Chatauqua County is crawling with pedophiles, with men eager to sink their hairy, giant shafts up a kid's tight rectum? All you got to do is keep it a secret! Jesse races down the street. And there, a block away, is the red Mustang. A muscled arm rich with hair beckons from the driver's window. Jesse tumbles into the passenger seat, tossing his backpack into the rear seat, and puts his hand right on Landon's bulge. Yep. That's what he wants. No kissing. No hugging. Just big man bulge. Landon's had his hair trimmed. Stubble on the top of his head and nothing in the back or on the sides. He wears mirrored shades. He's skipped shaving this morning. Sunlight glitters on the stubble. He wears a white wifebeater that's about two sizes too small. His pectorals strain against the fabric. His jeans are faded, and snug, and though he doesn't need it, he wears a belt with a buckle forged in the likeness of the Marine insignia. "Missed ya, kid," he breathes, spreading his legs and pushing his bulge into Jesse's hand. "You too, old man." Jesse puts his nose against Landon's armpit and breathes deep. Well, it's not what he was hoping for. The Marine smells like he's showered this morning. Jesse yearns for the raw potent funk of an unwashed armpit, but it's not there. At least he doesn't smell of deodorant, or cologne. Ugh! "Where you been?" "Exercises up in the mountains, kid," Landon drawls. "Camping out with my platoon up there. Trainin', boy. That's what we're here for." Jesse sniffs again. "I wish you hadn't showered, old man!" Landon laughs, ruffling Jesse's hair. "Yeah, I know, Jesse, but if I hadn't, I'd have burned your face off." He starts the car. "Come on. I'm starvin'. Let's go get something to eat!" They start down the street. Jesse pets the man's big bulge, feeling the shaft thicken and grow. Oh yes. Manshaft! So much better than boydick. "Spread those legs, old man," Jesse orders. The Marine complies, grinning. "Feels nice, kid!" Jesse cups his palm over the bulging denim where Landon's nuts rest. They're so swollen that not even one can fit into the thirteen year old's palm. This Marine's gotta nut! "Fuck," Jesse breathes. He watches as a wet spot blooms right at Landon's cockhead, throbbing off to one side of his jeans. "I ain't got off for a whole week," Landon says. "Not one goddamn drop. Not my hand. Not even humping my rifle! When I cum, kid, I'm gonna blast ya off my cock and yer gonna go sailing over that river like you were a jizz rocket!" Yeah, this man and boy have been doing a lot of fucking in that field across from the trailer park. And some other places, too, snatching pleasure wherever they can. It's hard to be a man and boy in lust! Jesse says shyly, "Ummm .... my family's gonna be out till late tonight. You, uh, wanna go back to my place?" Hell yeah! Landon wants to plow Jesse's sweet ass there, in the kid's own house. A feeling of excitement stabs through him. He wants to molest Jesse in the kid's own bed so badly .... almost as bad as he wants to fuck Jesse in the showers up at the post. But -- Landon's cautious. "What time will they get back?" "They never get back before nine," says Jesse. "All right. I'll have to bail out at eight, then. Don't wanna be caught, ya know?" "No," says Jesse, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. "Wouldn't want that." He pulls down Landon's zipper and fishes the Marine's nine-incher out. Gaping wide, Jesse sinks his face down on it. It slips into his throat with no trouble. No trouble whatsoever -- except, of course, his distaste that Landon's crotch didn't smell richly funky enough. The hell with soap! A man's supposed to be tasty! Landon pats the back of Jesse's head. "Blow me, kid." Grinning, lips shiny with spit, Jesse pulls off to look up at Landon. "You gonna call me Austin? I like it when you call me that!" "Shit, Jesse," grins Landon. "Yer something special. Now go down on me. All the way. Like that, Austin. Use your tongue. Yeah, little Austin, just like that!" As Jesse suckles on Landon's cock, the Marine pulls into the drive-thru at the Burger King on Broad Street. There's a line. Landon relaxes and lets Jesse do him, stroking the kid's hair and pumping up. "Yeah," he groans over the growling engine. "Suck on it. Suck me, Austin." He can feel Jesse's spit coursing down his shaft, matting down his pubic hair. Oh yes. Landon's leaking, leaking lots of precum. "Shit, Jesse," Landon says, "lay off a second or I'll blow the back of yer head off." Jesse sits up, wiping his spit from his lips with the back of his hand. He wags his tongue. "I had hot dogs for lunch, but I like your meat lots better!" He grips Landon's big shaft and jacks the farm boy. They pull up to the menu. A voice grates out at them, welcoming and demanding to know what they want. Landon calls out: "Two Whoppers, two fries, two Cokes." He glances at Jesse. "That OK with ya?" Jesse nods. "Can I go down on you some more?" "I thought ya'd never ask." Landon sighs as his boy's lips flutter erotically down his shaft. He strokes Jesse's hair. "That's right, Jesse. Suck my cock. Ya got to have it, don't ya, kid? Yeah, boy, be good to yer Landon!" As he eases the car forward, the Marine is startled. A car shoots past to his right. It's crammed full of girls -- young teen girls, in halter tops. High school girls, he thinks. Shapely bodies, with big tits. "Hot man!" a blond yells. "Wanna see my tits?" She lifts her top. No bra, of course, and her nipples are spiked. Landon can see himself slurping on those things. Yeah. He bets that girl would produce hot sons, if she got bred by the right man. Young Jesse's throat is about to get bred if that overanxious kid doesn't slow down. "OK, Jesse," Landon says, waving at the girls as they ride off. "Let up. I gotta get our food." Once again Jesse sits up. "I heard those girls. They like you." "Yeah, well, I already got what I want working on my junk." Jesse winks. "You wanna fuck young girls, old man!" Landon laughs. "I wanna fuck a lot of things, kid!" Unfortunately, since they're almost at the drive-thru window, it's time to stuff that manshaft back into those tight jeans and zip everything up. Jesse helps, gently easing the rock-hard cock he loves so much past the zipper's teeth. He pats Landon's throbbing bulge when it's done. "I'll see you in a few minutes," he says. Landon shakes his head as if clearing the fog of weariness. Last week was hell. Trudging with a hundred pounds of gear on his back up and down the ridges of the Appalachians. But now all that's forgotten. He can tell this is gonna be a damn fine weekend! In a few minutes they're shooting up Broad Street, making for the turnoff to North Buck Road. Jesse has the two Whoppers in his lap. He is feeding one to Landon while the Marine drives and chews. Grinning, Jesse barely gives the Marine time enough to finish chewing one bite before forcing him to take another. "Come on! Eat up!" Jesse orders. "You got a kid to fuck!" "I know." Landon's words are muffled. Grinning he chews. Hell yeah! Both of them are done and sucking down the Cokes when Landon pulls his Mustang up the driveway at 901 North Buck Road and parks in the carport. He can't help but to rev the Mustang's engine triumphantly. Hear that, you fuckers? I'm gonna screw this boy all goddamn night! Jesse's so excited he tears out of the car, leaving his backpack in the rear seat. Fumbling at his pocket, he races for the door. Landon steps out of his car, locks it. He stuffs his own keys in his pocket. He watches Jesse frantically fumble with the lock. Feeling, at last, like the stud he's always known himself to be, he pulls his tank top off and struts up behind the boy, his giant boner throbbing in his jeans. Yeah. A pedo badge of honor -- bare-chested, belted, hard cock throbbing in jeans. His cockhead is trapped behind the leather belt. If it hadn't been for that he would have had his wood throbbing above the waist. "I'm gonna fuck yer hot ass, boy," he growls. Jesse freezes, watching his Marine strut his way. His eyes devour that hard torso, sculpted and tanned and swelling with growing muscle and with growing masculine power. The look in Landon's eyes is the same look his seen in his own father's eyes as Keith Peake labors between Jesse's spread legs. The same look in Coach D's eyes as he struggled to keep from cumming in Victor Franco's succulent butt. "Hurry up, Jesse!" Landon barks. He cups his balls. "What I got ya gotta get!" The key turns. The door opens. The two stumble inside. Landon doesn't take much notice of the kitchen. It's Jesse he's after. Landon perches himself on a countertop, spreading his legs arrogantly, displaying his mighty male bulge and the globe-and-anchor emblem of his belt buckle. "Blow me, kid," he commands, pointing at his crotch. "You want a beer?" asks Jesse, licking his lips, his eyes on the huge tube raised in Landon's jeans. "Hell yeah," says Landon, cock throbbing. "A boy, a beer, and a fuckin' blow job!" There's a good supply of beer in the refrigerator. Jesse fetches two of his Dad's beers. He opens both, passing one to Landon. The Marine chugs about half of it, belching, wiping off the foam leaking down his chin. Swinging his legs impatiently he waits for his little boy to get back down on his hardon. Jesse twists the cap off his bottle the way his Dad showed him, and takes a good mouthful himself. "Ya ain't supposed to be drinking, Jesse," says Landon. "Yeah, well, I'm not supposed to be sucking an old man's cock either!" "You like suckin' this old man's cock, don't ya?" "Hell yeah!" Clunk! Jesse sets his bottle on the counter next to Landon's thigh. He gazes at the man's crotch. One last look of that hot meat imprisoned inside. Jesse likes men in tight jeans, likes it better when they're out of them. He's not planning on seeing Landon in clothes until he has to leave Sunday. "Blow me, Jesse," Landon orders. "Enough fuckin' around. Suck my pedo cock!" Reverently, Jesse unbuckles the Marine emblem belt buckle. Unthreading the belt from Landon's jeans, he places the long leather strap on the countertop. He unbuttons the jeans. Down the zipper slides. The turgid shaft leaps at his face. Long. Hard. Slimy. Just the way Jesse likes 'em. Grinning, the boy swipes his tongue over his lips. Then he stuffs the cock into his mouth, not stopping until the shaft is jammed into his throat and his chin rests on Landon's swollen nuts. "Aw, yeah." Landon swigs the beer. His free hand seeks out the back of Jesse's head. He guides the kid's face up and down on his shaft. The boy is taking care of him just right. The little tongue flutters all over the head, teasing out fluid, while his throat greedily devours the man's oozing precum. Yeah. This is life. Sitting back after a hard week. Slurping down a beer. A boy giving you a blowjob. This is the life Landon wants. Landon doesn't even bother trying to restrain himself. He knows he's gonna spew and he's gonna spew gallons. He is gonna blow the back of Jesse's head off. His cock's been hard since this morning, when his buddy Santiago pointed it out to him while they showered in the barracks at Camp Dorner. Waiting for this boy to get out of school hadn't helped. It had only intensified the feelings. Waiting for the object of his lust to get out of middle school. Too fucking hot. And then, in the car, as this eager kid nibbled and licked his manshaft. "Get ready, Jesse. I'm gonna nut," he groans, finishing the beer. "Gonna drown ya, buddy!" No need to keep throating this Marine, then! Jesse backs up, feeling the huge shaft gurgling out of his throat. The Marine's hot cockhead pulses. He lashes it with his tongue, torturing the piss-slit with light, feathery motions. He feels the slit gape. Jesse chortles. This is the best moment of his day! "FUCK, KID! TAKE IT!" Landon blasts. "FUCKING HELL!" Landon roars. The windows rattle. Hell, the hicks down the road in the trailer park probably heard it. A single massive blast of thick, clotted semen instantly fills Jesse's mouth. Never in his life has any man ejaculated so much sperm into his body. It's like having a tangerine-sized ball of hot gravy suddenly appear in his mouth. Fuck, this is awesome! Sure, some escapes from his lips, but he greedily gulps most of it down. The second blast is almost as immense. This load Jesse savors. Rich, potent, musky. Another gulp, another blast. "Shit! Shit! Shit!" Man and boy, in perfect sync. Man feeds kid his nutjuice. Kid takes it in, makes it part of himself. Very little of it escapes, as you'd think. A few whitest rivulets run down Jesse's chin when he releases Landon's still hard cock. He belches richly. "Yeah," he murmurs. "Been waiting for that." Landon feels much better. The energy seething through him hasn't completely dissipated. He knows he's good for an awesome performance today. He's gonna breed this kid till his balls are shooting dust -- and he's gonna keep on breeding this boy. Right now, though, he basks in the wonderful afterglow of a richly satisfying balldrainer. "Aw man, Jesse," he drawls, "thanks, kid!" Jesse picks up his bottle gulps even more beer. The taste of beer and sperm go together just swell. He stands up. His own six incher tents his shorts. "You really needed that, old man." "Yep. Needed it really bad." He laughs. "Yer somethin', kid!" Jesse hefts the Marine's empty bottle. "Want another? Don't want you drying up on me." He smacks his lips, smiling. "Yeah. Uh. Yer Dad gonna wonder where all his beer went?" Jesse shrugs. "Nah." He turns towards the refrigerator again, plucks out a beer. "Come on!" Landon takes the beer, opens it, tossing the cap into the garbage. His erection thrusts arrogantly between the opened fly of his jeans, still glistening with Jesse's spit and his own sperm. To Jesse his groin now smells right. Like sex. The way a man's crotch should always be. Ready to fuck a boy. Jesse leads the Marine into the media room. He points at his Dad's recliner. "Take your jeans off, old man. I'm gonna blow you right this time!" He kneels beside the recliner and chugs on his own beer. He giggles. Landon peels off his jeans. The Marine stud's muscled body is fully displayed to the adoring kid. Young muscle, silky hair, hard jaw, flinty eyes. And that cock. That giant instrument, always hard, always ready to plow a boy's needful ass. "Yer something special, Jesse," says Landon, plopping his naked ass down into the chair. Jesse moves between Landon's knees. "These are pretty fucking special, old man." He cups the Marine's heavy nuts. They're tight and they quiver like grenades about to explode. He has to hold each nut with one palm, so potent is Landon's breeding equipment. "Ya like my balls, boy?" Landon barks. "Uh-huh," Jesse says. He leans in. His tongue emerges. He begins slathering spit on Landon's nutsack. Landon's cock, towering up past his navel, begins to drool again. He swigs more beer. "Lick 'em, Jesse." "You gonna call me Austin?" asks Jesse slyly. "I betcha Austin would love to lick your nuts." "Shit, Jesse." This boy confuses Landon sometimes. He always felt bad calling Jesse Austin. But he couldn't help it. His little brother turned the stud on something fierce. But Jesse? He was something else, something special and precious. The first boy Landon ever fucked. A boy who lived to worships a man's genitals. Jesse tries to stuff one of the man's massive testicles into his mouth but it's just not possible. "Fuck, yer good to me," growls Landon, staring intently down at the kid between his thighs. He lifts his feet so they're on the chair. Taking hold of his sack he lifts it. "Lick me down there, boy." Jesse begins nuzzling under the Mississippi farm boy's nuts. Yeah. The smell is great. Musky. Powerful. It's like he's diving down a cavern filled with underwear, with jockstraps, with porn mags drenched with jism. Old sweat, and piss. The reek makes Jesse's head spin. He hums happily, lapping at that sticky space, seeking more. Landon shudders as the boy's tongue does its work beneath his balls. And he wonders. Is Jesse trying to do what he thinks the kid is trying to do? The boy's tongue flutters further and further in the man's crevice, towards a place no one has ever touched in lust but is now, suddenly and fiercely, alive with sensation. A brief moment of hesitation as the Marine sorts out what he wants to happen. So, kid, you want that? Landon's not sure if Jesse wants it. Landon's not sure if he himself wants it. Landon is a man. His butt definitely isn't for fucking. What about ... munching? But he wants to ... explore. Go for it! Landon juts his butt forward, grabbing his legs behind his knees, and folding himself almost double. Jesse looks down in awe. Yeah. There it is. Screened with a soft mass of hair is Landon's tight anus. It looks almost as tight as his own pucker used to be, right before his father popped his sweet cheery. Jesse goes for it. He dives forward. His tongue stabs at the man's butthole. "Oh, yeah," Landon breathes. "That's nice, Jesse. Real nice." It's a powerful ring of muscle, Jesse can tell, resisting penetration. It must be teased. So he circles his tongue on the man's anus, in circles of ever decreasing diameter, laving first the flesh of Landon's muscled buttocks, then the asshole itself, then finally attacking the mysterious singularity right there in the center. "Go for it, Jesse," Landon orders. Jesse clasps the Marine's buttocks firmly, peeling open the cheeks. It's a battle only his fierce lust can enable him to win. The man's got a powerful butt, and he's only a kid. But there's something Jesse wants, wants really bad, and he's gonna have it. With a final effort his tongue pierces the man's anus and slips into that hot, secret space. "Oh, yeah," Landon says softly. His eyes close. He drinks deep from the bottle, relaxing. The kid's tongue feels like a banana slug stuffed up there. And Landon can feel his butthole trying to eject Jesse's tongue.. But Landon doesn't want that. Getting kidtonguefucked is the fucking hot! Getting a boy to munch on his butt. He moans, wishing Jesse had a foot long tongue. "Shit, boy, eat me!" This is something special. This is sublime. Jesse's puffing breath stirs the hair on the Marine's nuts. The kid's tongue squirms from side to side, trying to widen the hole he's found. But, as I've said, Landon is a man. You're not getting much up his butt. Jesse's tongue, slurping down there, is just exactly what Landon wants. Jesse slurps, murmuring happily to himself. The manshaft trembles, and a huge pearl of precum cupped in the piss-slit shimmers, collapses, running down the man's urethra. Landon's nipples are erect too. Long and hard, rising from his lightly furred chest. Smacking his lips, Jesse pulls his face out of the man's asscrack. "Nice!" "Yeah, kid." Landon lowers his feet to the floor. He grabs his cock by the base and brandishes it "Ya got me hot, kid. Really fucking hot." Jesse grins. "You gonna get all nasty with me?" "Yeah, boy, I'm gonna do all sorts of perverted things to yer hot body!" Landon's expression is half-smile, half-snarl. A dangerous light shimmers in his eyes. Jesse shivers with excitement. Taking hold of the man's cock, he holds the throbbing shaft upright. He lowers his tongue into the man's pubic bush and begins licking, as if the tower of meat were a Popsicle. From base to cockhead he laves the shaft, his tongue slithering along Landon's thick urethra. "Yeah, Jesse, suck me!" Jesse's tongue lashes the Marine's frenulum lightly, teasingly, making the man's buttcheeks squirm on the recliner. Precum gushes out of the shaft, to be devoured by Jesse's hungry lips. He cups the giant nutsack in his hands, extending his index finger to tease Landon's wet anus. "Blow me!" Landon yells. "Blow me, Austin!" Fuck yeah, he can just picture himself in the living room at home, pretty little Austin kneeling there -- Jesse stuffs the cockhead into his mouth. He feels Landon's hands clasp his head, trying to yet again yank Jesse's face down into that thick pubic bush, but the boy resists. Nope, man, I know you want that big shaft in my throat, but I'm gonna tease you. I'm gonna make you cum so fucking hard. Jesse nurses on the cockhead like a baby at a teat. Landon, guessing that Jesse's resistance signifies the kid's just not going to throat his manmeat, gives up. He guzzles beer while the thirteen year old mercilessly teases his cock. Yeah, man, this is life. A hard week at work, then coming home, having a kid shove a beer in your hand, and then sucking your cock! When he's done with the beer he belches and sets the bottle on the table beside the recliner. He slumps, relaxed, his eyes glazed with pleasure, and lets Jesse do what he wants. Yeah, Landon wants to nut. He'd love to do it right now. But if Jesse wants to lick his dick, slurp on that precum let 'em. He'll get off. Even if he has to rape the kid. Jesse works on the man's cock for many pleasant minutes. Then the boy leans back. Looking up at Landon with mischievous eyes, he says, "You, uh, want another beer?" Lazily, Landon ruffles Jesse's hair. "Ya bet." Jesse darts off to the kitchen. Landon reclines in the chair. Yeah. This is nice. Much better to ball this kid here, in a house, where they can be alone. Where they don't have to worry about prying eyes. Sure, it's great fucking Jesse in the field by the river. Or in the back seat of his Mustang. Or in the restroom at the Waffle House on Broad Street. But, when you don't have to worry about some cop rolling up and asking why you've got your big hairy cock up some seventh grader's guts, things are a lot looser. More relaxed. Fuck. Where's that beer? He stands. He can feel the beer he's already consumed. Just a bit. He can also feel his cock, blazing in his consciousness. Hard. Powerful. Thick. Commanding. It thrusts out his groin, demanding that some sweet-mouthed kid some along and nuzzle it. His swollen balls rub his thighs as he strides towards the kitchen. "Hey Jesse!" Landon barks. "Where's my fuckin' beer?" He grins. Jesse whirls, startled. He's at the counter. He's stark naked now, his shorts and his shirt discarded on the floor. One cold and frosty beer sits on the counter, right next to Jesse's phone. Jesse's clutching a small, clear plastic bottles in his right hand as he closes the door to the freezer with his left. There's another, smaller, brown bottle almost hidden in that hand. Laughing, Jesse scoops up all three. "Get your ass back in there!" "Fuck that!" Landon jabs a finger at his throbbing hardon. "Suck it!" Jesse kneels before the Marine. He passes the fresh beer up to Landon, who rips off the cap and throws it somewhere. He sets the two other, smaller bottles by his knees. Swallowing that throbbing cock, Jesse's lips kiss Landon's pubic hair as the Marine pours more beer down his throat. Wiping his lips, Landon begins pumping at Jesse's face. "Nice, kid. Yeah. That's it. Down that throat!" Landon fucks Jesse's throat steadily. No tongue action possible. His hardon plunders the kid's mouth, brutally thrusting into his gullet. Jesse doesn't gag. The boy kneels there, in front of the stud man, spit escaping from the corner of his mouth and dripping onto his thighs. He's never been so happy, gobbles mancock. But when Landon starts facefucking him, really hard, in the way that signals that a giant orgasm is building in the man's balls like a storm -- Jesse rips himself off the cock. "Dammit, boy!" Landon growls. "Get in that damn chair, old man!" Jesse whirls the horny Marine around and herds him back towards the media room. Jesse follows just a foot behind Landon as they head back to the recliner. He's got the plastic bottle open. It is Astroglide. Yep, he's at home, so no need to improvise with the lube. As he trots behind Landon, he pours a huge dollop onto his fingers and stuffs them up his butthole. Yeah. He can still feel the loads he took at lunch up there, sticky and wet. The marine falls into the chair, laughing, sucking on the beer. The boy climbs on Landon's lap. Both man and boy feel their hearts about to explode. Landon's especially. He's probably seething with more urgency now, having been relentlessly teased, than he was before he got his first nut in Jesse's mouth. Jesse's not done teasing, though. He wants to enjoy himself too. Squatting over the man's lap, he again savors the funk rising from Landon's armpits. Yeah. Much nicer. The Marines has worked up a sweat, having sex with the boy. It's powerful, the scent. Pure male, raw and potent. It makes Jesse's butthole quiver, open, to release a droplet of someone's cum which hangs there, hidden between his boyish buttcheeks. Reaching down, he maneuvers Landon's cockhead behind his smooth balls, so that it's pointed right at his cum-leaking boycunt. But not yet. His mouth seeks out Landon's nipples. First the left, then the right. He nurses on them briefly, inflaming them with his warm lips and soft tongue. Then, just like his Dad taught him, he goes after them lightly with his teeth. "Jeefuckingsus!!" Landon writhes happily as the blond boy tortures him. His cock thrusts along the kid's asscrack, leaking precum. "God, Jesse, I've gotta do ya! Gotta do ya now!" Jesse settles his butt so he's resting his pucker on the leaking cockhead as if it was a stool. He brings up the other bottle. Grimly he twists off the cap. "What the hell is that?" asks Landon, thrusting upward. The squishy boycunt eggs him on. Fuck! He's gotta get up there, gotta get up there now. Jesse holds the bottle up so Landon can read it. "What the hell is Jungle Juice?" "It's a sex drug!" Jesse plants the bottle under his nose, takes two deep whiffs, and plunges down the Marine's shaft. "Oh, fuck, kid, YEAH!" The Marine is in heaven. This is the best! Yeah. Landon's up there. Up there again in tight boycunt. Jesse? Well, you know poppers. He's squirming around like mad. There's nothing like that first moment of penetration, when the high from the Jungle Juice is at its peak as well as the pleasure of being penetrated by a giant cock. Your mind dissolves into raw sensation, and the sensation, of course, is a big fat cock jammed up your impossibly tight kid butt. The Marine? Well, of course he doesn't get a full-on blast of the amyl. But some tendril of the vapor reaches his nostril. And that one tendril, that mere whiff, does all that is needed to dissolve the strictures of his conservative, drug-fearing upbringing. Shit, this stuff makes him horny! His mind, too, dissolves, and all he's conscious of is Jesse's rectum, sheathed on his cock, and the enormous pressure in his own nuts. The need to breed. Furiously, man and boy rut together, butt ramming groin, balls slapping buttcheeks, in a furious frenzy of lust. They growl, they moan, but they don't speak. They're two animals, fucking. Power, and need. For the two of them, the most important thing is all the cosmos is Jesse's hairless, tight butthole, gliding up and down Landon's fat shaft. After a minute or two the drug dissipates, and they discover they are staring at each other, chests heaving, tongues lolling like Wolfsbane's on a hot day. "You like?" asks Jesse. He shifts on Landon's pale, taking it as deep as he can get it. "Goddamn, boy, that's somethin'!" Landon can feel the sweat on his back, sticking him to the recliner. He doesn't much care. Jesse bites his lip. "I'd give you a full blast," he says, "but I'm afraid you might rape me." Grinning, Landon rips the Jungle Juice from Jesse's grasp. Uncapping it, and remembering what Jesse did, he pinches shut one of the seventh grader's nostrils. Jesse takes several enormous lungfulls. His eyes go blank and his lips slacken. Landon this time snorts one full blast. The acrid chemical does its work swiftly. With the last remaining shred of human consciousness he's able to spin the cap closed with his thumb. Then the two crash to the floor. Landon is already pumping madly in midair. He feels as if he's riding a fiery tornado, rising higher and higher, and down there, beneath him, tanned legs spread invitingly, is the smooth flesh of the boy he's gotta seed. The house rattles with the power of his frenzied strokes. The floor bounces. It seems almost as if he's gonna fuck Jesse right down into Keith's room beneath. Landon pulls back, right on the edge of getting a nut, sensing that, yeah, if he waits a bit, it'll be better. But it's gotta be soon. Jesse is grinning up at him. His little nipples are spiked up. He's holding his legs up and apart so the Marine can do what he does best -- fuck an adolescent's ass. Landon's pubic hair scours his buttcrack -- one of the best feelings in the world! The giant cock blazes like hot iron in Jesse's guts. He's sure he's about to burst from within. Landon's eyes shine with fury and with power. That look makes Jesse's teen dick leak. "You like that, didn't you, old man?" "I'm gonna fuck ya all night, and all day, and all night, and all day." Landon pounds his chest and roars. "Gonna fuck yer brains out, Jesse!" His nuts are swollen ominously. Jesse sees the Jungle Juice, lying on the floor. He manages to stretch his arm out and grasp it. "Come on!" he says, uncapping the bottle. "You gotta nut, old man!" He squeezes his butthole, making Landon's shaft jump. "I can feel it." Chest heaving, lips drawn back in a feral snarl, Landon watches Jesse uncap that wonderful stuff. "Give me a good hit, Jesse!" Man and boy both get blasted on Jungle Juice. The hammering resumes. Pure rabbit fucking. Wet, sweaty flesh slapping on wet sweat flesh. Spit drools from their open mouth. The smell of sex is thick in the house. Landon's huge cock is a blur as it thrusts into Jesse's young rectum. Landon, feeling kin to spirits of fire, can tell it's coming. He feels the semen rising from his balls like magma entering a volcano. "Again!" he barks. Jesse shoves the bottle beneath his nose. Timing is perfect. As the high from the poppers crescendos, the trajectory to orgasm reaches its apex. Landon's nut is cataclysmic. It is like being at the very center of a nuclear bomb. The explosion of pleasure rips through him like white light. Knees planted firmly on the floor, back arched, staring skyward, and his belly and chest muscles fully outlined by his stitched skin, Landon cums. His mouth is open in a soundless scream of primal joy. Those little boyloads pumped into Jesse earlier today, those paltry teaspoons of young teen jism, are drowned in a gushing ocean of pungent manseed. Landon's cockhead spews cum like the exhaust from a rocket engine. The turbulent tide fills Jesse's rectum, almost in one titanic blast. Little Jesse, enfolded in the intensity of his own orgasm, feels his cock throb, juiceless, against the Marine's hot belly. But that feeling is nothing. Nothing compared to the sensation of gallons of raw hot breeding sauce, flooding his guts with testosterone. When it's done it feels to the kid like the lower ten feet of his intestines are swimming with countless billions of Landon's sperm. The Marine collapses onto him, panting. His cock is still hard, and man and boy are still joined in that forbidden union of pederasty. "Shit, Jesse," Landon pants. "Shit, Jesse, yer somethin'! That was the best ever, kid!" Jesse laughs feebly. "I knew you'd like it. You're a fuckin' stud, like my dad!" Jesse cringes a little, realizing he may have said a little too much. "Ya turn me on, kid, ya turn me on somethin' awful!" Landon kisses the boy's forehead. "I fuckin' love it!" The size differential between the seventh grader and the Marine means that, when Landon fell forward, his armpits were near to Jesse's popper-teased nose. And after two orgasms -- and working hard for the second -- the Marine's armpits final reeks the way they should. Musky, dark, and male. Jesse can't wait for more! He squeezes his butt. "Get it moving!" he whines. "Fuck me some more, old man!" "Fuck," says Landon. "Give me a rest, Jesse!" "Come on! Coe on! Fuck me! I need it!" "Shit, kid, yer gonna kill me." An idea strikes Jesse. He squirms. "Come on, then, old man! Let's go up to my room." Man and boy decouple. You might think that Jesse's butthole would start drooling semen. Those slimy tentacles of lust would emerge from that glistening ring, to crawl down his legs. But no. He's gotta clamp down to keep it all inside, and his eyes narrow with the effort especially as he leads Landon up the stairs to the next floor. But he wants this feeling, of a wet, thoroughly bred butt. Best feeling in the world. Jesse's bedroom overlooks the back of the house. Through the window they see the shadows lengthening on the Buck River and on the green ridges rising beyond. Jesse's room is longer than it is wide. A single bed, which, as I'm sure you guessed, reeks of cum. Opposite the bed is Jesse's desk, strewn with homework, a few toy planes, the charger for his phone, a Kindle. There's a framed photograph of an older man, some teens, some young teens, and some boys, all with their arms thrown over each other's shoulders, wearing shorts, holding inner tubes and paddles. A dresser stands next to a closed door. A blue trunk squats beneath the window. Open, that trunk reveals some board games and one of Jesse's Matchbox racing sets sitting on a pile of youthful goodies. Posters on the wall: surfers glorious in the sun, movies about racing, a Winnie the Pooh drawing which for some reason Jesse still likes, even though he's no longer a little kid like his brother Seth. Landon gratefully collapses onto the bed. He pulls Jesse down onto him. The boy kisses the Marine briefly, then moves so his face is buried in the Marine's armpit. He fondles the Marine's shaft, not rock solid yet still engorged, and he strokes those big stud balls, nowhere near to being empty, like a beloved puppy. "You're still good for more, aren't you, old man?" Jesse's alarmed at the fact that Landon's cock isn't immediately stiff as it usually gets when he plays with it. "Yeah, kid, but us old guys need a break!" "Us young guys wanna do it all the time!" "Yeah, I know, kid, I know." He laughs. "That's why us old fuckers like ya so much!" Landon's hand caresses Jesse's butt. The smooth skin is sticky with cum and lube and sweat. He feels the kids muscles flex beneath his fingertips. His racing heart slows. Man, that was some awesome shit Jesse shoved at him. Poppes, eh? Makes hot sex even hotter. Jesse, realizing he's going to have to wait for some more action, props his chin on his hands, rests his elbows on Landon's pectorals. He looks down at the Marine, a lock of blond hair falling forward. "So. You hear from Austin lately?" Landon grunts. "Yeah. Talked to him last weekend. Had a bunch of texts on the phone when I got back from maneuvers." Jesse licks his lips. "He ever see you naked?" "No!" Landon laughs sharply, but then he starts remembering things. Has his kid brother ever, maybe, peered through the keyhole at the old farmhouse while his stud older brother was drying off from the bath? "Well, I don't think so. Ya ever see any of yer brothers naked?" Jesse looks shyly down at Landon's chest. "Promise you won't tell?" "Promise." Jesse grins. "I've been them all naked!" "Figured ya had, kid, ya little pervert." Landon ruffles Jesse's hair. "Tell me something. Ya ain't no virgin. Ya weren't the first time I fucked ya. So. Who was the first guy who fucked ya?" This time Jesse blushes deep red. He fidgets with Landon's chest hair before answering. "Won't tell, I promised him I won't tell." Landon's feeling playful now. Laughing, he grabs Jesse and flips the boy onto his back. "Come on! Tell me!" Jesse pulls his legs up, revealing his bright, pink butthole, glistening with lube. Landon's swollen cock hangs just above. "Fuck me again ... and I might!" "Tell me," says Landon, "and I'll fuck ya!" "When are you gonna fuck your kid brother?" Jesse bats his eyes. In falsetto: "Oh, big brother, take it out, it's so big and it hurts so, oh!" "You little -- !" Landon picks the boy up and rolls over. Man and boy crash to the floor. The house rattles. The wrestling match begins. It's hard to separate the two of them, if you were there watching. Both are too eager for the feel of the other. Landon's hairy flesh tickles Jesse. Jesse's tan skin, sporting the pure white band around his waist, is often buried beneath Landon's muscular form. Jesse, smaller and weaker, is still much more nimble, and is able to squeeze out of holds. The end of the match comes in this fashion. Jesse scrambles round and is able to get Landon from behind in a half-nelson. His rock-hard boydick throbs in the man's crack. Grinning, he draws his hips back, and his cockhead presses against Landon's cherry butthole. "Don't move, mister!" Jesse laughs. "I'm thirteen, I got a dick, and I know how to use it!" Landon spins free. There is a tangle of arm and legs. He really puts his strength into it. He's able to get the boy onto his hands and knees, in the classic wrestling position, while his revived cock throbs and drools on Jesse's buttcheek. Jesse looks at the Marine over his shoulder. "You gonna molest me, big brother?" Landon most definitely is. But he smacks Jesse's ass and stands. "Gotta piss. Where's yer bathroom?" Jesse's eyes light up. "Come on!" He leaps up and grabs Landon's hand. He rips open the closed door next to the dresser. They stumble through, into the shared bathroom. The bathroom is small. A toilet, a sink, and a shower stall. Most definitely this is a boy's bathroom. Discarded briefs on the floor, dirty shoes, towels in disarray. "Thanks, kid," says Landon, moving to stand in front of the toilet. Jesse grabs the Marine's hardon. "No," he says, fondling the man's meat. "Come on, Jesse, I gotta piss bad!" Jesse's thumb strokes the Marine's cockhead. "Come here!" "What?" "Quit being a doofus!" Jesse leads Landon into the shower. He turns. And he kneels. He looks up into Landon's eyes, his own crackling with excitement. He points the nine inch cock right between his tiny, spiked nipples. "Come on," Jesse says hoarsely. "Pee on me!" Landon's mind spins. What? Really? Does Jesse want me to -- ? But, no! That's wrong. "Jesse, I can't pee on ya!" His cock jumps in the lad's hand, but Jesse's grip is too strong to let it escape. The slit remains aimed at the target. "Please," Jesse pleads with moist eyes, "I wanna be your boy! Pee on me, man! That's the only way!" Does the Marine want to do this? It's so wrong. But everything that he's done that's been wrong, from the moment he met Jesse -- fucking thirteen year old boycunt, screwing a kid in the back seat of his car, boning a boy in a cheap diner with the sound of plates clinking in the background, and drugs -- it's all been hot. "Fuck!" Landon closes his eyes, struggling "I don't know if I can -- " But he can. The stream bursts from the man's cock and it jets like a laser beam right into Jesse's chest. The boy sighs as the hot fluid marks his flesh and splatters everywhere. His hairless teen cock jumps as if with joy as Landon's urine gushes down it. "Yeah!" he coos. The smell is awesome! Sharp. It reminds him of the smell when the two Chrises and Ben screwed him earlier today in the gym bathroom. Jesse licks his lips, staring at the cockhead, at the slit where Landon's gusher emerges. "Goddam!" Landon cries. It feels like he's coming. He looks down at the boy kneeling there. He sees his golden piss coursing down Jesse's slim, hairless body. He feels his own piss splashing against his thighs. He feels it running beneath his feet. He sees the delighted look on Jesse's face and it sends a surge of heat blasting through his loins. But when Jesse begins directing his flow higher, and the seventh grader's mouth opens, Landon is suddenly suffused with the need to make this happen. "Ya look real thirsty, Jesse!" He takes his pissing cock in one hand and plants his other hand on the back of Jesse's head. Quickly so the kid doesn't have a chance to reconsider, he stuffs his piss-spurting cock into Jesse's mouth.. Oh yeah. This is right. Jesse coughs a few mouthfuls of the Marine's urine right back into the man's crotch. Not because he doesn't want it. It's because Jesse, having been raised a Peake, has definite notions about how a man should smell. Just a few mouthfuls, to get the Marine's crotch hair soaking wet. The rest the kid gulps thirstily. Landon stares down in wonder. Jesse's cheeks bulge and his throat works frantically but he doesn't lose a single drop after he gets the spurting cockhead in his mouth. Sure, there's plenty of piss already decorating the kid's delicate features, but not another drop will go to waste. Jesse drinks it all, right down into his stomach. Shit Landon thinks, where is this kid taking me? After the flood trickles away, Jesse teases the underside of Landon's shaft with his tongue, and is rewarded with a final spurt or two of pungent piss. The boy leans back, his young dick throbbing, his young nuts tight and dripping, and he wipes his lips with the back of his hand. Then he burps. It is a seventh grader's burp, loud and prolonged. "Nice," Jesse says. He looks up at Landon. The Marine's face is a hard mask of pure, animal lust. "So. You gonna fuck me again, Landon?" "BLOW ME, KID!" The muscles on Landon's arm bulge as he drives his shaft down Jesse's throat. Kneeling in the Marine's piss, caught by surprise, Jesse chokes on the invading cock. Spit foams on the manshaft. He's really done it now. Jesse knows that for a fact. His Dad has had similar reactions, watching his boy happily guzzle his bladder's offering. It does something to a man when a boy drinks his piss. His Dad, of course, can't stuff his monster down Jesse's throat, so it's always a furious anal pummeling. But Landon can stuff it down Jesse's throat. And Jesse discovers he likes that very much. "Suck it!" Landon roars, churning his cock. This is a man/boy skullfuck. The man is in command. Hard. Muscles bleeding with exertion, with lust, through taut skin. Big cock flecked with boy spittle. And balls, man, huge balls, swelling with even more cum. Fucking hard, Landon's pubic hair abrades Jesse's lips. The sound of the boy, gagging and choking, eggs the Marine on. Thrust! Pump! Faster and faster! He doesn't give a rat's ass about Jesse's pleasure. This is all about what this hot sexy boy has done to him. Teased him. Begged him. Made him into a man insane with lust. Gotta nut. Gotta nut. Jesse? Yeah, well, something this powerful is outside his realm of experience too. But goddamn he loves it. The feeling that he's really got a man going. That this man wants nothing more in the world than to coat his tonsils with hot breeding sauce, causes Jesse to drycum. You wouldn't notice it, if you'd been there spying on the two. All that you could have seen would have been the boy's dick throbbing hard against his belly. You couldn't hear his delighted chortling, because the giant rampaging cock in his throat blocked that. "SHIT! AUSTIN! YOU LITTLE FUCKING BITCH!" A stream of gravy explodes from Landon's cock. The Marine throws his head back and howls. His balls throb furiously against Jesse's chin. Nope. He's not gonna let the boy taste it. Nope, this is all about jamming it in there and blasting away. This is about a man seeding a boy. His cream pours down Jesse's throat, right into his stomach. Only thing that'd make this better, Landon realizes, is those fucking poppers. Yeah. When Landon's done he lets out a big sigh. His cock begins to soften in Jesse's mouth. He looks down at the boy. "Sorry, Jesse," he says. "I really lost it there." He strokes the boy's hair. It is soaked with his piss. Jesse releases the big cock. It emerges pursued by a huge burp. He wipes foam from his chin. His lips, pounded hard, are bright red, like an iron just withdrawn from a furnace. Mucous drips. "'s OK," he slurs. He grabs his jaw and readjusts it. "Better!" He grins up at the Marine. He stands, gazing a little sadly at Landon's cock. He darts out of the shower, still dripping pee. He pauses in the doorway leading back to his bedroom, bends over, thrusts his sweet young ass back so that Landon can see his young balls swaying between his thighs and that gloriously tight pucker, bulging dangerously from all the mancum inside. "Come on, old man!" Landon, chest heaving but wanting even more from this hot and sexy kid, follows him back into his bedroom. He falls back onto Jesse's bed, lying on his elbows. "Hey. Get me a beer, won't ya?" "Sure thing!" Jesse darts out of the room and scampers downstairs. Jesus, Landon thinks. This is the life. This is what I want. To have sex with hot kids. To be kinky and depraved. It was all that time he spent in the church in Mississippi, listening to the preacher drone on and on about sin. If it was something that caused an eternity of hellfire, it must be fucking hot! Yeah, that and ... Austin. Sweet Austin. Those innocent and adoring eyes, and that butt, so warm, so small, so round, and so firm against Landon's crotch when they wrestled in the hayloft. Landon's cock stiffens a little when he pictures Austin watching him pee. Yeah. He'd really like to pee in front of his brother. Lickity-split Jesse is back but not just with beer. He plops the Jungle Juice and the lube on his desk too. He gazes at the Marine's groin. He bends down, sniffs it. Looking up, he asks, "You wore out yet?" "Give me a second, Jesse," says Landon, "and I'll fuck yer brains out." Landon drinks from the bottle. Jesse frowns. He needs cock up his butt, pronto. Suddenly his face lights up. "I'll be back!" He scampers out of his bedroom. Lying in the bed, breath slowing, quaffing beer, Landon hears Jesse thunder down one flight of stairs. Then another. From a distance he hears the sound of drawers sliding open. Brief silence. Then the accelerating footsteps as Jesse races back upstairs. He hurtles through the door, bearing ... "Is that a bong?" says Landon, frowning Jesse grins at him. "Yeah! Don't tell my Dad. He says we can't smoke weed until we're older!" "I ain't gonna tell yer Daddy nothin'! But ya really shouldn't smoke the wacky weed, Jesse." A feeling of dread grows in Landon as he watches Jesse load the bong. He is thinking of piss tests and stuff like that -- all the apparatus the defenders of liberty have created in order to detect the slightest aberration from national chemical purity -- and what it might mean for him should he pee a positive result. Which is, if you think about it, a rather foolish attitude for someone like Landon to take. After all, Landon's fucking a thirteen year old boy, one of the most heinous crimes ever invented in the Land of the Free. It's difficult to explain why Landon thinks this way without quoting God, of course, on the subject: "The human race ain't nothing but a bunch of fucking morons. The Creator sincerely regrets His error." "Here!" Jesse thrusts bong and lighter at the Marine. "No," he says slowly. "Can't." Jesse sighs. "Fine." He lights, he ignites, and he inhales. The boy's eyes turn red and a silly grin spreads across his face. He exhales towards the naked Marine laying on his bed. Landon sits up. Well, he thinks, the smoke is fragrant. Kind of like his armpit gets on a hot day, if he skipped a shower. He finishes his beer and watches Jesse take another hit. His mouth drops when he realizes how hard the boy is hitting the weed. And though Jesse doesn't really want to give up this wonderful lungful, he seizes his opportunity. He plants his lips against Landon's, seizes the Marines head, and blows. Man and boy explode apart, coughing, while a grenade of illegal smoke blasts between them. "Dammit, Jesse!" Landon says. Doesn't this kid know about piss tests? He feels it. He feels the incipient high. The mellow exhilaration. The rise, as if he were in a balloon. New lands and new vistas spread out. Best of all his cock begins to fill with blood. His heart begins to pump. Jesse watches the lengthening cock. Grins. "More?" he tempts. "Yeah," says Landon dreamily. "Wow. Fucking wow. I'm molesting a dope pusher!" They share a bowl. The Marine sucks on the bong, coughing up smoke, but determined to get in as much as he can. This stuff is making him ... high. Jesse stuffs Landon's hardon down his throat to keep from choking on the pungent smoke. This is his dad's good stuff, and it so happens that, this time, it's really really good. Far better than it's ever been the previous time's Jesse raided his dad's stash. "Aw man," says Landon, sitting the bong down. "Wow. So this is what it's like to be stoned." He grips his cock. Yeah. This must be why they call it 'being stoned.' He laughs stupidly. Jesse takes another lungful, and grabs beneath the marine's thighs, then lifts. Landon, grinning, gets the idea. He lies back on the kid's bed and lifts his legs. His tight asshole pouts at Jesse's adoring eyes. It doesn't work quite as well as Jesse had hoped. Yep, the kid buries his face in Landon's butt. Yep, it smells great there. Piss and cum and sweat. Yep, he inserts his tongue there. But Landon's butthole is too tight for the final act. Try as he might Jesse can't blow as much smoke up Landon's ass as he'd wished. Landon, laughing softly, ruffles Jesse's hair. "Yer all right, kid." He sits up. His eyes glaze. He's in a dangerous mood now. Horny. Stoned. Uninhibited. Fuelled by his first experience with an aphrodisiac. "I wanna fuck ya, Jesse!" "'Bout damn time!" Jesse leaps up. He plops his elbows on his deck and spreads his legs. "Come on! Ride me, horsie!" He tosses Landon the lube. Landon flings the bottle aside onto Jesse's bed. "Fuck that!" He coughs up a huge gob of mucous and smears it on his shaft. Jesse wiggles his ass at the Marine. "Betcha can't make that big hairy thing fit up my butthole, big brother!" Landon eases up behind the thirteen year old and lines up. "My cum's gonna run our yer nose like snot. Little brother!" Jesse takes his first hit of poppers into his lungs just as the Marine thrusts his nine inch boner deep into his guts. Oh yeah. This is life. Balls deep in a young boy's ass. Shit yeah he's gonna do this all night. Landon grins as he withdraws his cock. Fuck yeah! He's getting sloppy seconds off himself. His cock is slimy with the load that's been baking up Jesse's butt. Heh. Bet Austin's butt would be too tight. Yeah. Betcha it'd scrape big brother Landon's load off as those nine boyfucking inches slid out. Yeah. Betcha that kid butt would want every drop of semen his big brother put out. Wonder what hay mixed with cum smells like. Marijuana? Slowly Landon churns his hips, smiling at all sorts of private thoughts. "Come on!" Jesse begs. "Fuck me hard!" Landon pats the kid's flank. "Settle down. I'm the man. I'm in charge. I'm gonna ride ya long and slow." He laughs. "Yer already wet!" And so he does. He's in a great state right now, horny as shit, feeling like he could fuck this blond slut boy all motherfucking weekend, but in no need to bust a nut right here and now. He churns the butter up Jesse's butt slowly, the THC coursing through his veins acting as a spice, enhancing the sensation of that boy's tight rectum squelching on his cock. Jesse rests his chin on balled fists, his eyes closed. He's savoring this feeling. He likes it when the Marine fucks him like this. It's almost the same way his Dad does, too, the smooth powerful strokes of a man who enjoys hot boyflesh. Long moments pass in silence. Landon's nuts, swinging low and heavy, sway back and forth. He saws away, jabbing the boy now and then a little harder, making his own heavy nuts slap against the kid's immature spheres. Shit, he thinks, this is awesome. He doesn't want to do anything more than fuck boys for the rest of his life. Hot boys, like Jesse, and maybe, if he can pull it off, innocent boys, like Austin. Shit! Fuck this whole planet! Who the hell is anyone to keep his big breeder out of how boy tail? Sneering, he looks at the photograph on Jesse's desk. His eyes alight on the older man. Good-looking man, Landon can admit, even though there's no chance of Landon ever wanting to ball the man. Must be Jesse's dad. Must be. Yeah, all those brothers share a resemblance with the man, in some way: outline of jaw, or the shape of their chest, or the eyes or the ears. But they differ, too, in significant ways. Must have different moms. Landon grins, picturing that big man atop some woman, breeding that fine brood. He must be a stallion. Yeah, dude, Landon thinks, his lip curling into a sneer, I'm fucking your kid! In your house! He's got a big wet load of my juice up his butt and he's gonna get a lot more, motherfucker! Jesse begins bucking his butt into Landon's thrusting, hitting the poppers as he does so. "Come on, man, give it to me!" "Yer getting' the best I got, kid!" He pops Jesse's buttocks. "Fuck me hard!" Jesse begs. Landon pumps increase in pace. Yeah. He wouldn't mind dropping a load up the boy's guts. Then more beer, more weed, and another hot fuck. Shit yeah he's gonna bone this kid till his dong shoots dust. Landon pops Jesse's buttcheek again. "Tighten that ass!" The thirteen year old obliges. Smack! "Come on, kid, make me happy! Squeeze my dong!" Landon's strokes harder, faster. Sweat blossoms again on his body. "Molest me, big brother!" Shit! Landon's balls have never felt bigger in his entire life. His veins course with raw power. Shit, the things his mind pictures. Rampaging naked through a middle school, his big cock pointing at every boy who turns him on! Standing outside an elementary school window, his jeans open, masturbating while youngsters stare slack-jawed at his big hairy mancock. A little league baseball team, kneeling, little tongues slurping his semen off their chins! Fuck yeah, he thinks. Fuck yeah, I'm the goddamned man! He spits on Jesse's back. Jesse coos. "More!" "Can't get enough of my cock, can ya, kid?" "I need it! I want it!" Aw man this is awesome. Hips pumping, sweat dripping, cock barreling in and out of sweet young boy butt. Yeah. This is what being a man is all about. Jesse arches his back, presenting his young butt for breeding. "Come on! I need it!" Landon stares down at Jesse. The kid's hair is wet with sweat and is plastered to the nape of his neck. He can watch Jesse's back muscles work as the kid hunches himself back into Landon's powerstrokes. Jesse's small butt -- round, dimpled, whiter than snow -- engulfs Landon's bounding cock. Landon can't see the ring he's penetrating but he can see his shaft seeming to disappear into the boy's buttcrack. He savors the sweet, sharp pain of Jesse's nuts slamming into his own. Goddamn Landon likes this. He likes fucking kids! Kids make him horny. Boys make him hot. "HELL YEAH!" he roars. "I'M A FUCKING PEDO!" Drenched with sweat, he cuts loose with a flurry of strokes. Yeah, gonna nut in this boy. Gonna cut loose with so much cum it shoots out of Jesse's mouth like a fire hose. Boom! The bedroom door explodes open. It is the one moment in that tough Marine's life when he almost shat himself. The huge, muscular man standing in the door, staring at the huge dong jammed up young Jesse's ass, is the man in the photograph. And clearly must be Jesse's dad. Shit! Landon gulps. He's dead meat!