Date: Sun, 21 Dec 2008 12:07:35 -0800 (PST) From: Charles Rascal Subject: Drinking my little boy's load I knew, from the way my son stiffened his legs and gripped the sheets, that he was about to cum in my mouth. Damn, for a boy only 10 years old, one who had begun to ejaculate, rather than dry cum, only two months before, Darren could produce a load that would choke a horse - or his dad! I stayed on him, deep throating him, taking his impressively long cock all the way, then pulling back to his mushroom head, not wanting to let go, not wanting to miss a second jerking, spurting of his cum, and also enjoying his squirming to get his cock head away from my mouth as it had suddenly become super sensitive, and his gasping turned to moans and his "Oh Daddy!" to a more whiny "O, Daddy!" But I kept on, knowing it would subside, and he would be glad I kept at it, draining him, even though I knew I was depriving my buddy Alex of some of the load he was expecting later when my son went to spend Saturday night with Alex and his son Mark, also 10, at their house just down the street. (Like me, Alex was a single dad with a beautiful son he couldn't keep his hands - or lips - off of. We took turns letting the boys stay over at each other's house, resulting in my having sex with Mark as much as Alex had sex with Darren. And, for good measure, Alex and I had sex with one another, something we'd been doing for years, until our boys were old enough to reach puberty - both early bloomers, thank god - and eager little whores, as we liked to call them, to their amusement - and pride.) I slowly pulled away, squeezed his head, got the expected extra "tip," we called it, the last drop of cum that I licked up and swallowed.. Funny, I thought, here I had been sucking guys off since I was 10, enjoying it so much, my uncle who lived with us, the next-door neighbor, the bus driver, the mail man (oh, the mail man! a black guy with a cock that you only read about in those dirty magazines, claiming all black men had gargantuan black uncut cocks and this guy - what was his name? Mr. Robinson? I couldn't remember, and yet I swallowed his cum every time I was home alone when he brought the mail) and now I was, on the other side of the equation, or the other side of the cock, anyway, giving head to a boy of 10, my own flesh and blood, a boy who begged me for it all day long in the summer and on weekends, and who walked in the door after school, unzipped his pants, and walked into my home office, with his cock, hard, sticking straight out, and a big-ass grin on his face. If I were on the phone, I'd still give it a quick suck while the other person spoke, and, if I was speaking, I'd start to slowly masturbate him, shaking my head if he began to make any noise. Of course, sometimes I was on the phone with one of the men I shared him with, so I could say, "Darren just walked in and the bitch has his cock out, ready for me to blow him," and the other guy would laugh and cry out, "Darren, save some for me!" and I would hold up the phone. "Who is this?" Darren would ask, rubbing my head as I bent over to begin a slow sucking of his cock, pushing back his long foreskin, tasting some of the cheese that had formed in his sweaty jock strap at his after-school basketball practice. The buddy would tease him. "Listen you little whore, how many men are you having sex with?" and Darren would laugh. "You and the rest of the whole fucking town, that's who!" he'd say, as he began jerking his hips, getting into the rhythm of getting a blow job from his dad. Darren wasn't that far wrong. For several weeks now, he had been spending a lot of time in a lot of men's beds, naked, cock sticking straight up in the air, moaning and sighing, and feeding it the men who were excited beyond belief at sucking the youngest cock they'd ever had, one that could stay hard so long and pump out two loads - at least! - at every visit. And that ass! Guys would call me up and describe, almost in tears, how good it was to eat a little boy's ass and hear him cry, "Jesus! Oh, Uncle Fred (or Uncle Buddy, or Uncle Tommy, and on and on)," as the "uncles" flicked their snakeish tongues all around my boy's asshole, then suck hard on the tender skin, causing him to almost shout and hold on to their hair, pulling on it, getting their gift of a rim job and a hand job at the same time and shooting high into the air, the cum dropping all over the bed, on my son, and on his dear uncle whose only regret was not to have swallowed the entire load, not just what they soon licked off my baby boy's skin. For he was my baby, even though he had a cock men envied, a cock men sucked, a cock men masturbated, a cock men watched me suck and jack off, letting one of the lucky guys get on his knees, as Darren sat naked on my naked body, while I gave him a slow masturbation, watching the beads of sweat grow on his pretty little chest, not a hair on his body other than his small tuft of pubic hair (and even then he had more hair there than any other boy in his class - I know because I videotape the boys' locker room every day and review them every evening and save the "good parts," even some sexual activity between a couple of the boys and between a boy and a coach, including the time that Darren was made to lie naked on the wooden bench, with a towel under him, while Coach Briggs got on his knees, and began eating Darren's ass. Soon, Briggs stopped, worked out his cock - thick! - and began masturbating, then he moved Darren to a higher position on a work bench and took some lotion, lubed up his fingers, inserted them in my boy's ass, lubed up his cock, and fucked him until you could see the cum run down my son's bare leg. Thanks god the camera had a wide enough range to capture both the ass eating and then the fucking). There was something so special about Darren that appealed to and attracted men and teenage boys. He was handsome, awesomely handsome, black curly hair like mine, dark eyes, beautiful teeth, a body that was proportioned so well that he could have been a model for a clothing line (making every boy and man in America who looked at the Sunday newspaper ads take that one into the bathroom and masturbate right on to Darren's face, something both Darren and I did on a regular basis when we found a young boy (for me) or a handsome man (for him) every Sunday). He was friendly, not overly so, but friendly and would stand close to the high school boys when he talked to them, letting them rub his hair and stare at their crotches and ever so slightly lick his lips. The quicker ones did a double take, wondering if what they thought they saw, they saw. The others missed it, but, if they were alone, Darren's daring reach for their bulges in the front of their football uniforms or, better yet, wrestling outfits made even the dumbest guy realize this kid was seriously coming on to them. And, they would take him into a spare room, under the bleachers, out to their cars, into a dark hallway, and let him work their cocks out and suck them, expertly, of course, until they held tightly on to his head while he let them pump load after load into his mouth. He didn't have to do that to very many high school boys for the word to get around and soon he was "booked" every day after school, sometimes three or four (or, one famous time, 12!) guys,waiting their turns, discreetly, for blow jobs from a cute little boy who didn't seem old enough to even know what a cock was for other than take a piss. And, of course, I would be given a full report, especially about the teens who expressed an interest not just in getting head, but in touching and playing with my son, who let them feel him, finger him, kiss him, and, if there was enough time, no other boys waiting their turn for head, let them take him into the supply closet, lock the door, and fuck him. Once they'd had a taste of his ass, both literally from eating him, which most of them did, and from fucking him, they were his. They could not get enough and I had to arrange to be "gone" so he could bring them home for more fucking. Of course, I was there, watching on the system I'd set up in the house, sitting in my basement office, masturbating while Darren got fucked in his own bed, teddy bears and video games pushed aside while some popular jock, a guy supposedly fucking half the girls in the high school, was eating my son's 10-year-old ass then mounting and riding him. Then, some would stay and cuddle with him, kissing him deeply and masturbating my son who moaned - for my sake, since he knew I was watching live and taping it - loudly, and ask, sweetly, "Derrick (or Sam or Jason or....), would you fuck me again? That was awesome, man!" And, by god, no boy ever, ever refused! Darren knew I wanted him to beg to keep the boy's damp jock strap "to wear so my cock will be in the same place where yours was," and the boys always gave it to him.. Darren loved jocks, but it was me, his old man, who really got off on smelling them, lying on Darren's bed after the boy went home, while Darren slowly, tantalizingly licked my thick shaft up and down, stopping to pull a stray pube out of his mouth now and then, and between rubbing the skin up and down, licking me up and down, giving me a little head, then licking some more, then finally settling in for the wonderful blow job he gave, I soon shot so much it ran out of his mouth, down his chin, and on to my groin. And I kept on smelling the boy's jock the whole time, chewing on it, tasting the sweat and piss, and breathing the nectar that teenage boys give off when trapped in a tight jock while wrestling or playing basketball or making out with a team mate out of the sight of the other boys - or, sometimes, while the other boys watched. Alex and I had come up with a way of delivering our sons to the other man's house that proved to be a lot of fun and what we called a "dirty adventure." We would strip our son nude, handcuff his hands behind his back, put a leather, metal-studded jock on him, bind his ankles, blindfold him, put tape across his mouth, lube up his ass, and put him in the trunk of our car, then drive to the other person's house, where we would be let into the garage and the host dad would come out and open the trunk, and see the visiting boy in this outfit, his beautiful little 10-year-old ass stuck up in the air, the boy unable to see or speak, his hands behind his back. Whoever was the host would be absolutely compelled to unzip and finger the boy, deeply inserting his middle finger, then take the lube offered by the visiting dad, rub it on his cock, insert a generous amount in the boy's ass and fuck him while he was still in the trunk, holding on to him, rocking back and forth, crying out, "Oh, yeah! Oh, yeah!" even though it was the 50th time we'd fucked the other man' son but the pleasure of a boy, bound and gagged, handcuffed, and otherwise naked, taking our load up his little ass only 10 years old, was pure, pure delight. When I took Darren over that night, in the trunk, handcuffed, blindfolded, etc., I didn't know there would be a pleasant surprise. Alex had brought to the house four teenage boys he regularly had sex with, boys from his church group. Alex put his finger to his lips when we pulled in and the garage door was shut behind us. The boys tiptoed out of the house, all of them wearing wife-beater t-shirts only, their hard cocks sticking out in front of them. Alex took his turn first, holding on to my son's waist and inserting his cock slowly, slowly, slowly into his ass while we could hear grateful moaning from the taped-shut mouth. He smiled at the four boys, whose cocks were glistening with pre-cum, as they caught the drips and rubbed the wonderful tasty liquid over the big mushroom heads, and then licked their fingers or let the boy next to them have a taste. Alex enjoyed having the boys watch him and then, predictably, he began to cry out, "Darren! Fuck! Oh, baby! I'm cumming!" and he rocked back and forth. He was what I called a "jerker." He jerked almost violently when he came, gasping, almost unable to stand as he came in my10-year-old son's ass. He stayed there a while, then slowly removed it. Darren, of course, thought he would, as always, be lifted out and carried, his ass dripping with cum, into the house. But, this time, the first boy came up to him, not saying a word, and slid HIS cock into his ass and began to fuck him, using Alex's cum as more than enough lube to give him "sliding power." I knew Darren wondered what was going on, but no one was about to tell him. It would be a fun surprise for him to find out later, when we were all inside and he could see his fuck buddies. The boys looked vaguely familiar. Alex had told me about them, how he had this church group of high school boys who were, mostly, not aware of what he did with a handful of them. They did a lot of praying and testifying about how they served God. It was a conservative church that had a lot of families, but Alex and I knew some of the fathers and knew they were some of the horniest pedophiles and teenage-boy-lovers we knew. Alex slowly penetrated, no pun intended, the group, picking up one lover after another, letting the lovers find the others or he would take the chance and "pounce" on one, always very, very careful to check out the situation, and always judging correctly that the boy was eager, desperate even, for a daddy who would make love to him, cuddle him, make him call out "Jesus!" for a very different reason than when he was leading the prayer at the group. The first boy finished, panting, sweat running down his face. He withdrew, reluctantly, wiped his forehead, walked over to Alex who was sitting on his car's bumper. I gasped at the sight of Alex licking the boy's wet, dirty cock, taking time to clean him up, totally, it seemed, while Boy No. 2 moved up to my little son's ass and worked his cock in to him. It was then I realized they were lined up for a reason - the first boy had the smallest cock (and it was impressive!) and the last boy had the biggest (huge, almost as big as mine). I unzipped my pants and began to play with myself, watching my son get one cock up his ass after another, knowing bigger and bigger ones were to come, and knowing my son could not figure out what was happening. He didn't know who they were or how many there were yet to fuck him, but I knew that he knew they were different cocks, because he would tell me he could tell the difference between Alex's and mine and the other guys who fucked him. I was so proud of him! That beautiful white ass up in the air, so smooth, so small, only a decade old, the cum running down the insides of his legs already. It dawned on me that the boys would probably line up all over again and fuck him a second time. And they did.