Date: Fri, 20 Mar 2020 13:10:34 +0000 (UTC)
From: micah cooke <x_emoboi_x@yahoo.com>
Subject: Eroticia

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Eroticia


	Deadmau5's Bipolar suddenly cut on announcing to the two occupants
of the king-size bed ten o'clock had arrived. The older of the two,
sixteen-year old Zane, pulled back the tie-dyed duvet from the slender,
nude, golden-tanned, long-haired, dirty blond fourteen-year old boy still
trying to sleep in the bed next to him.
	"Wakey, wakey, Sagey Wagey," giggled a masculine, but still boyish
voice as the duvet pulled completely off the toned, slender, nude, and
nearly hairless body of the younger teen. A sparse smattering of freshly
growing blonde pubes crowned an enormously proud, erect, almost four and
half uncut boy boner.
	"Time to wake and bake, Sagey," chuckled the voice, as the sound of
a lighter clicking, was followed by the sound of bubbles and a deep inhale,
and then a long exhale of smoke a minute or so later. Zane stared lustfully
at the young teen lying next to him in bed. He wished the night before had
been more than just a couple of BJs before sleep. Sage seemed to try and
ration anal sex under the guise of lack of rubbers, but Zane knew his
younger friend preferred bareback sex for anal.
	The first time they fucked it was raw, but afterwards Sage said he
shouldn't have done raw because he promised his mother. Next time Zane
purposely tore the rubber and said it broke, because Sage had a hot lil'
hole to die for. Sage, baked and horny as hell, ripped the remains off Zane
and begged him to pound and flood his boy pussy with his loads. Which Zane
promptly did three times, afterwards a guilty Sage, once again said he
promised to use rubbers, so they needed to the next time they fucked. When
the next time rolled around, Zane asked if he could just put the head for a
minute in before he wrapped up for the fuck. After all what could possibly
happen as a result. Three deep thrusts and that was all it took before Sage
took over, pushing Zane back on the bed and began riding the older teen's
cock like a crack whore trying to earn her next fix, all the while begging
for his seed.
      The older teen had also discovered through Sage's own carelessness of
leaving his iPhone unlocked, Zane was not the only one privileged enough to
enjoy the pleasure of Sage's raw ass here in NYC. There were several hot
pics and vids of three faceless older men fucking and blowing their loads
deep in the young teen's boy-pussy. Two of them were late twenty-something
blacks who got down-right dirty and nasty with the fourteen-year old. Zane
couldn't tell what they looked like, but their voices seemed vaguely
familiar along with their muscular bodies and impressive uncut cocks. His
young friend seemed to really enjoy being treated like a slut by the two
men. Sage just needed to admit he was a cumslut/cumdump and embrace it.
	"Fuck dude, what time is it anyway?" Muttered the fourteen-year
old's still unbroken little boyish voice. It had been a late night
before. He and Zane had gone to a party in Chelsea and returned after
midnight back to Sage's brownstone to smoke up and spend the next couple
hours kissing and sucking one another. He knew Zane wanted to fuck him
badly since it had been a while, but he was afraid the older teen would
discover he had spent the earlier part of the day getting baconed and being
spit-roasted by Darius and Prince, his new friend Rhys's Afro-American
roommates. They had texted him and told him to get over there promptly,
they needed a hot, young, white, bitch ass to use. They always came a lot
and left him a little stretched out. It generally took a day for him to
return to his normal tightness after they finished using him.
	"After ten, sleeping beauty, Heather has already been in once to
check on you," laughed the equally naked, preppy, toned, sixteen-year lying
in bed next the still sleepy younger boy. "She said she wanted you up
before she leaves for her trip," he laughed reaching down to grab the
fourteen-year old's hard four and half inch uncut boner. "And not like
this," he said with a smirk, bending over sucking the younger teen's erect
cock into his warm, wet mouth. Zane pushed back the tight hood, twirling
his tongue around the sensitive cherry-colored, almost peach-pit sized
gland causing Sage to moan loudly.
	"No! Fuck! I've got to piss," suddenly exclaimed Sage as he bolted
up in bed. "I'll never be able to piss if you blow me first thing in the
morning, you know that asshole," giving the older teen a scowl.
	"Well it got you up at least," the older teen smirked before taking
another hit from the iridescent purple, blue and white swirled glass bong.
	Sage climbed out of his bed naked with his bouncing hard boy-toy
leading the way to his bathroom. Zane exhaled before giving the naked
fourteen-year old a wolf whistle. Sage turned, stuck out his tongue and
flipped his friend the bird before entering the bathroom and turning on the
light.
	Zane laughed, calling through the open door to his friend, "I doubt
you could handle it; it's made for power tops not power bottoms," he
chuckled taking another large hit. "Besides Buddha will fuck with your
karma now," Zane laughed playfully poking fun at the younger teen's
multitude of Tibetan mala beads he worn constantly on both arms along with
other bracelets and colored wrist bands. Sage also wore several colorful
jelly wrist bands on his skinny ankles. Two or three hemp necklaces or
chokers, along with his omni-present Hawaiian fishhook necklace.
	A few minutes later the toilet flushed, and he heard water running
in the sink. The older teen took another large hit enjoying his growing
euphoria, it was the second-best way to wake up in the morning. The older
teen's absolute favorite way to wake up was with his hard cock buried
inside a tight younger ass, getting baconed and then fucking the boy
awake. Zane knew Sage was no doubt brushing his teeth and fixing his
hair. He found it funny the former Cali hippie boy had such a fetish for
cleanliness and his appearance but thought nothing of being barefoot all
the time. The younger teen only put on his flip-flops when he absolutely
had to, otherwise he went barefoot. Which was not exactly the best thing in
NYC, but Sage made it work somehow usually in areas he knew were safe and
it made him look extra sexy in a slutty way. Unfortunately, today the young
teen would be wearing his flip-flops most the day due to size of garbage
produced by Pride. No doubt a save the world rant would be coming from the
young teen at some point during the day. Thank god Sage wasn't a vegetarian
or vegan, Zane thought. If he really wanted to cut down on waste and help
the environment, he should completely give up rubbers Zane thought with a
smile.
	Sage walked out of the bathroom several minutes later with his
long-hair pulled back in a man-bun, or rather a boy-bun in Sage's case and
his teeth brushed. Sage looked so hot with his light blue braces, they made
him look so innocent, but the reality was so completely different and
better. Sage had also changed his ring black and green earplugs for a pair
of inch plugs with pink triangles for Pride. His hot-dog thick uncut had
deflated a bit, but as soon as he saw again Zane lying in bed naked it
started to inflate rapidly once again. He was a horndog, that needed an
itch scratched.
	Zane shot Sage a dirty smirk as he pushed the duvet completely off
the bed and on the floor. He teasingly waved his thick, six-inch,
wedge-shaped, uncut cock at the unfazed Sage, who soon returned Zane's
lusty stare. The younger teen quickly hopped on the bed and grabbed the
bong and lighter from Zane, kneeling between the older teen's spread legs.
	After three or four large hits from the bong, Sage sighed with a
contented smile handing the it back to his friend before lying down between
the older teen's legs working to hungerly swallow his friend's cock to its
wide base. Zane suspected the older guys Sage was hooking up with were
working on refining his oral technique. Granted the fourteen-year old
already had some impressive oral skills, but his technique had seriously
been improving toward professional porn star levels. Zane knew a few boys
who belonged to LGBTQ student alliance at the school were also enjoying the
benefits of Sage's blooming oral talents, and if there was any truth to the
rumors at school several straight/bi boys were enjoying his talented mouth
as well. The younger boy now seemed to have totally lost any trace of a
gag-reflex in the last few months. From what Zane had seen in the pics and
videos it wasn't surprising it had appeared the smallest guy was almost
eight inches by the look of things and the other two were almost nine if
not a little over that and all with thick Red Bull can sized girths.
	"Oh Fuck! Yeah Burn-boi, work that mouth and tongue!" Zane moaned
loudly, as he fumbled for the stereo-remote, before finding it and turning
up the volume of Deadmau5's Bipolar attempting drown out a little of sound
the two teens were now making. Both teens were very verbal in sex. "Yeah
work that tongue bitch," Zane growled enjoying the tongue stud he had
talked the fourteen-year old in getting for his birthday a few months
earlier. The kid loved sucking cock and was more than happy to prove that
fact anytime someone needed a BJ. The tongue stud added to his recipients'
pleasure. Zane reached down grabbing a fistful of his friend's long-hair
tied up in a bun, beginning to seriously face-fuck the fourteen-year old.
      The sixteen-year old hoped to give his younger friend plenty of
opportunities to practice his oral skills both at Pride and later
afterwards at a party his dealer was throwing in Tribeca. Zane also hoped
to get some of the boy's pussy tonight after the party. What the young
fourteen-year old didn't know was he was going to be introduced to Devon
finally. Zane's dealer had been patient, but now he wanted access to Sage's
ass, and if he couldn't fuck it tonight, then Zane would need to provide a
way for Devon to fuck it, if the sixteen-year old wanted anymore
drugs. Sage would be exposed to his first orgy, and with any luck he would
join in willingly, if not now then after his return from Europe. Zane
though wasn't worried, once Sage tried Devon's special laced weed, he'd
give his ass up without a fight. The best thing of all there won't be a
rubber to be found at the party.
      When they left the party to head home Zane hoped cum would be running
down Sage's legs, and if not then at least horny enough for Zane to fuck
him. Fortunately, he would give Sage a chance to get some rest and to
recover, as they flew to Prague to spend a couple months bumming around
Eastern Europe. Zane had convinced Heather to allow her son to join him
visiting family. Unknown to Sage's mom and Sage the trip was meant to
expose the still somewhat naďve fourteen-year old to heavier drugs,
uninhibited raw sex, and the dark web of illicit boy-porn. Zane had friends
and relatives in Croatia and Czechoslovakia who were excited to meet Sage
and introduce him to a whole new world. By the time Sage returned to
America he would be as famous as his author mother, but for an entirely
different reason and by an even more specialized group of admirers.
	Zane smiled down at the younger teen formerly of Santa Cruz so
eagerly blowing him, just as he had most mornings since they had met in
December before winter break after he transferred into Dennis Patrick
Academy. The school was well-known in academic circles as a place for
extremely bright students, but of a more alternative bent in life and
academics. There was no dress-code, and they were fully supportive of
Sage's anti-shoe bent and hippie lifestyle. They only required him to wear
flip-flops when outside the building and on school trips.
	Zane, a sophomore, and one of the school ambassadors, who also
served as a mentor to incoming students met and showed Sage around the
school his first day there. He knew at once the freshman was going to be a
fun little fuck toy. While showing Sage to his locker, the younger teen's
dugout slipped from the pocket of his Baja hoodie to the floor as he bent
down to toss his flip-flops in his locker. "Don't worry dude," he said with
a smile at the horrified Sage. "If they cracked down on weed here, most the
student body and more than half the staff would be gone in a day," he
laughed.
      The two teens quickly became friends and after school that day they
got baked the first time together, and Sage showed what he had learned from
Ronan, the eighteen-year old emergency babysitter from next door in Santa
Cruz. Ronan introduced him to weed and sex at eleven-years old, telling
Sage he was a late starter to sex and needed to practice whenever possible
to become a proper lil' gay boy slut. That summer the next-door neighbor
boy taught him a lot, giving him lots of practice and as a result unleashed
a very horny boy on his neighborhood.
	Surprisingly, when Sage came out to his mother the next year at his
twelfth birthday certain she was unaware of his gayness, he was almost
disappointed she had already figured out what was happening at his sleep
overs with friends. She really couldn't be happier for her son to come out
as gay, but she had a few rock-hard provisions, One, it was okay for him to
suck all the cock he wanted, but if there was to be anal, rubbers were
needed, period no exception. Next, never force or guilt anyone into sex no
matter what, be respectful of their choices, and lastly if he was going to
continue to smoke weed, his grades better be no lower than a 3.3 or weed
privileges were cut off until he had at least 3.8 for an entire
year. Everything except for rubbers he faithfully followed. He tried to
remember but when baconed and horny it was so hard to remember to stop and
get his top to put one on and that was if they even had one. Besides, it
really felt so much better without one, in addition he had really only let
friends fuck him raw.
      Ronan, his next-door neighbor, who broke him in, his hot
twenty-something Chinese regular take-out delivery guy while still in Santa
Cruz, his old thirty-something pool guy, who kept him supplied with weed
after Ronan left for college, Zane from his new school, and Rhys, a
twenty-something barista from his local Starbuck's in exchange for an Iced
Cocoa Cloud Macchiato. Well in truth, it started as a BJ, but Sage was
seriously baked and horny that day. When the guy's rubber broke as he tried
to push inside, Sage told him to go ahead and push in raw so they could
finish up. Sage needed get to a required afterschool activity. Rhys dumped
a huge three-day load deep inside him a very satisfied Sage. Rhys promised
the cute thirteen-year old at the time free drinks anytime he was working.
      They exchanged info and Sage soon found himself a couple times a
month after that meeting up with Rhys at his apartment in Brooklyn to smoke
up and take his dick and loads. The thick eight-inch cock with a giant
mushroom-head just felt too good inside him not to enjoy again and
again. Sage never asked him to use a rubber again because he thought it
would be too rude to do so. Once not long after he turned fourteen, Rhys's
two roomies came home to find a naked, seriously baconed & toking Sage
riding Rhys' raw cock on the living-room couch like it was his favorite
toy. The twenty-something barista did what all good roomies do, share his
good fortune.
      It also be Sage's first two black cocks, and his first
gangbang. Okay, Darius and Prince, weren't technically friends when they
took turns switching ends spit-roasting the underage Sage that first time
while Rhys took a smoke break, watching and recording his roomies share the
fourteen-year old white boy for the first time, but they were by the
end. Plus, Sage didn't want to appear racist by making them wrap up but not
Rhys.
      Granted now only Zane, Rhys, Darius, and Prince now had any frequent
access to his boy cunt, since they were friends. The older men were the
only ones Sage didn't try to get wrap-up. They assumed his ass belonged to
them and he didn't argue. Zane generally got inside Sage raw, but they
always had to play the rubber game. Zane knew when they came back from
Europe Sage wouldn't ever bring up rubbers again.
      Only when Sage was with Rhys or Darius and Prince did he let go and
be totally slutty. Surrendering to buried secret desires. They were so
dominate, taking control of him and making him bring pleasure to them
before they would bring pleasure to him. The things they said to him just
made him lose control and surrender to his tops. Sage didn't want Zane to
think less of him for loving older dick fucking and controlling him and
think his friend was a total slut. He wanted and needed his friend's
respect.
	Plus, he liked to think taking dick from someone needed to be
restricted unlike sucking dick. He wanted to keep the number to ten or
under until he got a boyfriend, which he really wasn't even thinking about
getting before he was sixteen or seventeen. Sage was afraid being fucked by
random guys was way too addictive, he loved a hard-raw cock fucking and
flooding his hole way too much. At least he didn't try to keep track of all
the cocks he sucked. He stopped counting at fifty, at eleven there were far
more important things to remember like all the different Pokémon and
other anime characters of his newborn obsession.
      "Shit your mouth feels so good on my cock burn-boi," moaned Zane as
he pummeled his young friend's mouth trying to push himself to a climax. He
couldn't resist sucking on a couple fingers before fingering Sage's
beautiful tanned bubble-butt. He so wanted to fuck the fourteen-year old's
ass right now but knew all hell would break loose if he did it now and
Heather walked in the room, and he wasn't wearing a rubber. Zane though
planned from this day forth never to wear another raincoat when fucking the
fourteen-year old once Heather left for her trip.
      Sage couldn't vocalize his agreement other than moaning. He loved his
mouth being used hard like this, it turned him on something awful. The
fourteen-year old also enjoyed the intense ass-play from Zane. The young
teen had unknowingly been trained to be submissive by Ronan when the
eighteen-year old had taken Sage's virginity at eleven.
      The older neighbor had been watching Sage grow up but couldn't figure
out a safe way to molest the young boy until the boy's mom solved the
problem. She needed to go to NYC for a month to meet with her publisher and
make agreements to possibly move into her parent's old brownstone in
midtown to be closer to her publisher. When she returned a month later,
Sage was a certified gay stoner boy.
      Heather trusted in her carefully instilled values for Sage to do what
was best for him to be the best person he could be as a person. Sage had a
kind heart, loved, and helped care for Mother Gaia and those around him. He
was a beautiful soul. The recent success of her New Age books finally made
it necessary for the two of them to move closer to her publisher. In a way
she thought it was better for Sage to become a true citizen of the
world. He had made good friends from his new school who would help guide
him and keep him safe as he became the best person he could become.
      His best-friend Zane liked him enough to invite Sage to spend two
months in Czechoslovakia with his relatives. She hoped the two boys would
become boyfriends in time, but knew only time would figure that out, and
that was for the best. She hoped Sage would use this trip to become a good
world citizen, learning from all the new people he would meet along the way
during his summer trip. If all worked out, she would consider sending him
every summer to explore and make new friends.
      Heather's US book tour was going to keep her on the road for almost
the same amount of time, so she wouldn't be at home the entire summer. The
invitation to travel to Europe was a win-win for everyone. After all Sage
was fourteen now and a mature being. Her constant hovering around him would
only create resentment, it was time to let her "baby bird" fly on his
own. Sage was a good boy and son.
      Sage could tell Zane was almost there as he felt his friend's cock
begin to swell. He worked his throat to trigger Zane's climax, he loved the
taste of jizz, and Zane's was especially tasty. Once his friend fed him his
morning load, he could then get himself off.
      "FUCK! SWALLOW...IT!" Zane howled as he humped Sage's incredible
mouth harder beginning to pump his morning load down to the boy's stomach
before pulling back to let Sage taste his jizz before finally coating the
fourteen-year old's face with the remainder of his load all the while he
continued fingering Sage.
      Sage panted as he pulled off his friend's wonderful cock and
scrapping Zane's cum from his face before licking his fingers clean. He
grinned up at his friend, "Thanks for breakfast," flipping over on his back
and shifting as he jerked off, so Zane would continue finger-fucking him to
completion. A moment later he grunted loudly as he fired his load all over
his face, chest, and stomach. "Fuck that was good," he panted before
scooping up his own load and eating it.
      "Well if you two are finished can you get out of bed?" Sage's mom
laughed. This was not the first time in Sage's life she had caught him in
the act of sex, and she doubted it would be the last.
      "Heather!" A surprised Sage exclaimed, sitting up and looking at his
mother.
      "Sage don't tell me you're embarrassed with as many times you are
pulling on it during the day," she chuckled. "You are naked most the time
you are home, and don't forget Wormy there spends most his time at a
90-degree angle," she laughed. "Please put on some shorts and wash your
mouth before you come downstairs to say goodbye. I don't want to be tasting
a cumsicle when I kiss you."
      "HEATHER, YOU PROMISED never to call my dick that in front of other
people," he whined embarrassed someone else now knew his penis's
nickname. He knew he would never live it down.
      "Ocean Sage Burnes-Ayers I never promised any such thing," she
playfully scowled at her son. "Besides it's such a cute name for it, you've
called it that since you were three," she smiled. "Wash, dress, downstairs
you have ten minutes."
      "Kill me," Sage muttered flipping over on the bed.
      "Wormy? Oh my god that is too cute," laughed Zane before lighting the
bong again and taking a deep inhale. "Wait `til the guys from the Alliance
hear your nickname for your lil' pee-pee," he chuckled as Sage groaned into
the bed. Zane bopped the bong on Sage's head before handing it to his
friend. "Take a couple hits and go say goodbye to Heather."
      Sage hit the bong for a couple of big hits before heading back to the
bathroom for a quick mouth rinse and wash his face and stomach before
grabbing a pair of khaki cargo shorts and heading downstairs.
      Zane used the bathroom before finding his clothes and heading down to
join Sage and his mother. He needed to make sure everything was packed
before he headed out to Pride with Sage. He was planning on spending the
night at Sage's since his own parents had already left for Asia on a
business trip. He had already said his goodbyes.
      "You have everything packed including extra chargers for your phone
and iPad?"
	"Yes Heather," Sage nodded.
	"An extra pair of flip-flops just in case?"
	"Yes Heather," he nodded again.
	"The two boxes of condoms?"
	"Yes Heather," Sage continued to nod.
      "Your passport? Spending cash to get started?"
      "Yes Heather," he nodded yet again beginning to feel a bobble-head.
      "Make sure you keep your credit cards safe, and don't forget to take
the international sim card. Your phone should work everywhere, but if you
need to go ahead get a disposable phone."
      "Yes Heather," another nod.
      "Be safe and smart and take lots of pictures," she said smiling and
giving Sage a kiss.
      "Yes Heather," he nodded yet again.
      Turning to Zane with a smile, "Take good care of Sage and have fun,
I'll see you both in two months." What a good friend her son has she
thought looking at the older teen.
	Looking back at Sage with a serious look, "Oh Sage, NO weed on the
plane, it might do you good to take a break for a little while. I don't
want to get a call from Kain he had to bail you out of jail over there."
      Sage nodded yes one final time knowing her assistant Kain had already
taken care of packing everything. "I won't be taking anything through
customs I'm not supposed to I promise. Besides if I did get into trouble
over there what good is Kain going to be all the way over here?"
      "Oh, Kain is going to be over there for a couple weeks on vacation
while I'm gone. He's going to visit some friends and go to some sort local
folk festival in some village outside Prague, so he will be there for a
little bit if you need anything. You boys should get together and join him,
it might be fun," she said once again kissing Sage.
	Sage smiled at his mother, leaning in to hug her he softly kissed
her saying, "I love you mom."
	"Don't you dare call me that Ocean Sage," she said with a playful
frown on her face.
	Sage grinned at her, "Okay Heather," he said kissing her on the
cheek.
	"I love you too Ocean," she said with a smile, caressing his cheek,
she wished he still used his first name, but she understood he had been
afraid of what the kids at his NYC would think of Ocean as a first
name. "Be good and have a wonderful trip," and with that his mother grabbed
her purse and briefcase and headed down the front steps to her waiting
Uber. She waved and blew a kiss as the car drove away.
	"Ocean?" Zane asked with a bit of a surprised look. It hadn't
really registered the first time she had used it upstairs in Sage's
bedroom. He actually thought it was a cool name and seemed to suit his
friend even more than Sage.
	"Please don't give me grief about my name," Sage pleaded with his
older friend. He was afraid Zane was going to make fun of him. He often
playfully teased Sage for being a hippie, but he didn't always enjoy the
comments.
	"No dude, I actually think it's pretty cool for a name, I think it
suits you," Zane pulling his friend into a hug. "I really like it dude,
would you let me call you Ocean? If you don't like me using it just tell me
and I'll stop, but I really think you should start using it here," he said
smiling softly at his friend.
	"You really like it?" Sage asked, surprised his friend wanted to
use it. Zane didn't seem like he was teasing him. "Okay we can try it I
guess, but if you start fucking with me using it you have to stop and if
you don't, I'll catch a flight and come home got it?" A couple of dudes at
his old school his last year there really ragged on him about his name so
he told Heather he didn't want to use it anymore. Since Zane seemed to be
not mocking him, he'd let Zane use it over the summer.
      "It's a deal Ocean," he said smiling at his young friend. "Well I'm
going to head home to clean up and bring my stuff over here so we can just
leave from here tomorrow to go straight to the airport. Oops, I mean gaily
forward to the airport," Zane chuckled. "I'll be back in a bit so we can go
to pride for a bit, before Devon's party later," Zane said heading out to
retrieve his things. When he returned, he would make sure Sage or rather
Ocean didn't have any condoms when he left on the trip.
      What the young boy didn't know how fucked up he was going to be after
getting there. Zane had told Sage/Ocean not to worry he knew where to find
weed when they got over to Czechoslovakia, he didn't though tell him
Borislav, his distant cousin, was a major drug dealer and producer of
dark-web boy porn videos and sometime pimp. Sage was going to be smoked up,
then rolling, and finally spun within an hour of arriving. They would spend
the first week or so at his cousin's penthouse, making Sage an internet
porn-star before heading off to Croatia and Lokrum Island where a still
fucked-up Sage would be let lose to explore his slutty side, before they
returned for the weeklong Eroticia Psytrance festival at his cousin's
ancestral family estate. It was an invitation only event for males from
nine to seventy or eighty. Invites went to friends with similar tastes as
Borislav. Individuals, families, including older brothers bringing younger
brothers, fathers bringing young sons, grandfathers bringing grandsons.
	In reality the psytrance festival was a no holds bar all male
orgy. Borislav had been involved in the psytrance world for several years
before he created his own private festival with the help of a couple
like-minded friends. While attending different festivals around the world
he noticed all the drugs, sex and music seemed to let people let go without
any guilty feelings afterwards since love for everything and everyone was a
central theme. He also noticed many families with younger children attended
these festivals, so their children learned early to enjoy all these things
their parents enjoyed with no guilty feelings or social hang-ups.
	Borislav took many ideas from festivals he attended and
incorporated them in his festivals. There were mosh-pits, areas for artists
and craft people to demonstrate and show their crafts, swings, both regular
and sex, mud pits, permanent pavilions to rest and engage in public sex,
which actually occurred everywhere at the festival, public shower areas,
wooden merry-go-arounds among many other things. All the camping areas had
running water and electricity. Also, the festival was clothing optional,
but usually by the second day few people were wearing clothes at all
including the specially chosen DJs. A lot of teens and preteens would often
make sure the DJs weren't forgotten during the festivals. It was common to
see teens and preteens blowing DJs on stage or up on the equipment tables
getting pounded in front of the dancing crowd.
	His estate had a lake where people could swim, sun, and enjoy
themselves, there were forest areas, and trails to explore as well. He had
even managed to have a small waterfall built at a quarry near the woods not
far from the main festival grounds, it quickly become a popular place to
fuck. Basically, the festival was a retreat from the world where
like-minded people could relax and enjoy their secret pleasures publicly
with others. He invited others he found from other festivals who shared his
tastes, as well as some clients of his other businesses. People from all
races, and cultures attended. One of his early attendees had jokingly
suggested Fuckapollsa as a name, but he suspected there might be some
unwanted attention if he had gone with that name. He often included several
government officials from both local and federal governments in
Czechoslovakia to join the festivities. More than a few happily visited the
festival to sample some of the willing young boys and teens.
      A few even brought their own children or grandchildren to the
festival to share. One enterprising official brought his secretary's
nine-year old son, who was no longer a virgin twenty-minutes after
arriving. The drugs kept the boy cruising for sex the entire time he was
there. Jizz was constantly running out his ass and down his legs. He made a
lot of grandfathers, and a whole of other adults and older teens happy that
week. Now thirteen, the boy asked if he could bring his nine-year old
brother, who he had trained to be his personal fuck toy at home at an
exceedingly early age, after his first visit the festival. The enterprising
boy had no hesitation in loaning his baby brother out, especially to his
older friends and adults in exchange for party favors. Borislav was looking
forward to meeting the now well-broken in young boy and trying him on for
size.
      Sage thought about all the fun he was going to have on the trip with
Zane as he showered. His friend told him about a psytrance festival they
were going to where no one cared about the age of the people attending. It
was a small festival with maybe five-hundred people attending on someone's
farm. The festival had been going for over ten years, so the owner of the
property had everything set up so there were fun things sent up for
everyone to do when not dancing. They were also going to visit Croatia to
hangout on some of the beaches there and visit other family friends. Two
months of having fun traveling and enjoying fun in the sun what more could
he ask for. It also meant since he was not going to be stoned all the
time. He had no doubt there would be some partying, but it would be more
controlled, and he could begin keeping his promise to his mother and use
rubbers with sex. Sage knew Zane wouldn't be happy about that, but he
needed to be more careful though Sage doubted anything would happen to him
after all he was careful with his choice of partners mostly.
      Sage dried off and finished his toilet, he hit the bong a few more
times before deciding what to wear for Pride. He rummaged through his
drawers before finally settling on a pair of black button-up cargo shorts
and an olive-green T-shirt which said on the front side "Always make eye
contact when eating bananas" and on the back "Sorry girls, but dudes just
taste better". He had never worn anything thing under his pants or shorts
once out of diapers, much less anything to bed. Heather hadn't thought it
healthy for a growing boy to be constricted by repressive garments. The
shirt Sage had chosen was one of his favorite shirts and the one he had
been wearing when he first met Rhys. Sage took another couple of hits
thinking back to the day he had forgotten his wallet and didn't want to
walk all the way back down the block to get it, so instead he offered the
hot alternative looking, tatted older twenty-something man a BJ, which led
to an amazing fuck in the Starbuck's restroom.
      Sage knew his mom wouldn't let him get permanent tats, but she didn't
say he couldn't get henna ones, so once he got over to Europe Zane promised
to get him some henna ones to show off while he was there. Maybe after the
trip he could convince her to let him keep getting henna ones until he was
old enough to get real ones. That would be awesome.
	Damn, he thought he was so horny to be fucked now thinking about
Rhys using his ass as a cumdump but wanted to try to hold off getting
fucked until he was safely in Europe with Zane. Sober would help him insist
they needed to be safe, smoking weed just made him too horny and slutty to
feel a raw cock fucking his boy hole and warm jizz pulsing inside him
coating his tunnel with the best lube ever. He needed to make sure he kept
Zane busy today, so the older sixteen-year old wouldn't pound his hole so
good while they were out today. He needed to get him to save it until they
got back to Sage's where there would be condoms somewhere in his room.
	Sage decided he needed to take the edge of his horniness before
getting dressed otherwise he could see Zane talking him into getting fucked
on some ally way. It had almost happened twice in the last month,
fortunately a homeless guy came by each time to interrupt them.
	Mediation might help, so Sage pulled up Spotify before searching
through all his playlists to find Ultimate Zen Mediation. Once the calm
music began to play the young teen sat down on his yoga mat in a full Lotus
position. He slowed his breathing, allowing the music to flow through him
and calm his restless thoughts. Unfortunately, through his semi-closed eyes
he noticed one of Zane's rubber cockrings laying on the floor just under
his bed. Any semblance of mediation slipped from Sage's mind as his dick
began to inflate and his hole began to tingle remembering how good Zane's
cock felt thrusting deep inside him.
	Sage realized he needed something more direct to solve his
problem. He got up to take another hit from the bong but ended up hitting
it three more times before reaching down to open the bottom drawer of one
of his nightstands. He couldn't help but smile as he pulled back the towel
covering the items at the bottom. Four colored bags lay at the bottom of
the drawer along with a large bottle of Gun Oil lube and a lube injector.
	He reached in the drawer pulling out the lube and injector before
selecting the blue bag. Carefully, almost reverently he opened the bag
letting a blue glass dildo wand slide out. The wand would help him relieve
his itch. Sage lay back on the bed, putting a folded-up pillow under his
ass to help keep his legs pushed back leaving his hole open and ready to
take the glass wand. He filled the injector with the Gun Oil, inserting it
inside his hole and filling himself up, then he lubed the wand up before
quickly sliding the slender pointed end inside his now well-prepared hungry
ass. He couldn't help moaning as the textured swirls rubbed against the
sensitive sides of his colon stretching him open as the wand widened
towards the bulb handle-tip. Slowly Sage began working the glass wand in
and out, slowly picking up speed. He moaned loudly as he continued to fuck
himself edging towards his impending climax.
	Suddenly Sage heard the doorbell ring. It took him a minute to
realize Zane had returned, shit he had been so close to blowing his
load. Sage gasped as he quickly pulled the wand out of his hole. He didn't
want to be caught like this, because he knew Zane would soon be buried deep
in his lubed hole and unloading his amazing copious thick jizz deep inside
him.
	Sage quickly pulled out the wand causing him to moan loudly in
pleasure. He dropped the wand in the drawer with the lube and injector,
rushing to the bathroom to get the lube off his ass. Shit, he thought he
was now hornier than ever instead of relieving his sexual tension.
	"Yo slut, ready to go?" Zane called as he walked in Sage's bedroom.
	"I'll be out in a minute," Sage called from the bathroom making
sure the was no lube on the outside of his ass, so it wouldn't show-up on
his shorts. Damn, his erection now was so hard he could pound nails as
Ronan used to say, and he knew from past experiences he would likely remain
that way for most of the day.
	Zane dropped his messenger bag on the floor, followed by his
backpack. He didn't pack heavy with clothes since he knew he wouldn't need
them for most of the trip. He had a pair of Teva sandals, and a pair of
running shoes packed and would continue wearing his Van orange and white
checked slip-ons on the flight. He knew Sage would have two pairs of
flip-flops, one he would wear on the flight and the other as a
back-up. Otherwise he would be barefoot since where they were going the
streets were better kept than NYC. Sage had been looking forward to that
part of the trip.
	"I'll be out in a minute," called a husky voiced Sage.
	"Take your time Burn-boi," Zane called back as he opened Sage's
backpack. He rummaged around until he found the two boxes of rubbers, he
pulled them out smiling. "You won't need these slut," he smirked to
himself. He looked around for a place to stash them out of sight. He
noticed the bottom drawer of one of the younger teen's nightstands slightly
open. Zane opened it to discover an obviously freshly used dildo lying on
top of a towel with a bottle of Gun Oil lube and lube injector. "You lil'
slut," muttered Zane with a smirk. He lifted the towel and dropped the two
boxes of rubbers in and covered them with the towel before pushing the
drawer securely closed. Zane had no doubt now his raw cock was going to be
buried deep inside the fourteen-year old before the day was out.
	Sage walked out of the bathroom at a slight angle to try to prevent
Zane from seeing his now extremely hard cock. If he had beat off his moans
would have exposed what he was doing in the bathroom and that was the last
thing he wanted at this point. Zane would have joined him and fucked him
against the shower wall as he had before on more than one
occasion. Hopefully somewhere at Pride, he could find a restroom and
relieve his dilemma. He quickly grabbed the pair of black cargo shorts he
had left on the floor, pulling them on and buttoning them up
quickly. Though the shorts were tight enough not to completely sag-off his
ass, they were still seriously tented out. Sage grabbed the shirt pulling
it on quickly while Zane loaded the bong.
	"Hey Ocean, you're going to love this shit, Devon says it takes you
to the stratosphere," laughed Zane as he turned to pass the bong to
Sage/Ocean to start it off. "Shit man you're wearing more clothes than I've
ever seen you wear at home," the older teen smirked at the dressed
Ocean. Sitting on the bed Zane could tell Sage had a wicked
boner. Evidently, he had not had enough time to get off with his dildo,
which meant the boy was horny as shit and lubed for fucking. This was
definitely turning into a very promising day. Suddenly Zane had an idea, a
very brilliant idea which would set the tone for the next couple of months
with the fourteen-year old.
      Once Sage/Ocean had a few hits of this stuff he was going to be ready
for anything. Normally Ocean only seemed to wear T-shirts in the winter
when outside, otherwise as soon as school was out, or it was the weekend he
was shirtless when outdoors. Well after smoking this shit he would be
shirtless and uncaring what people thought of his tented shorts. The big
plus was if he thought he was horny now, when this laced shit hit him, he'd
be ready to fuck a girl just to relieve himself.
      Zane loved how easy it was to turn Sage's natural hippie tendencies
of weed, naturism, and love of all things against him to turn the
fourteen-year old into a full-blown cumslut. It seemed whoever broke him in
started Sage on the right path, but Heather's desire to protect her only
son was starting to hamper Zane's plans for Sage. The gloves or rather
condoms would be completely off once they landed in Prague. Sage would be
like a municipal carwash; everyone would be taking a turn.
      Sage ignored Zane's comments about being fully dressed. He knew the
older teen was fully aware of his naturist tendencies. When home Sage
rarely worn clothes unless his mother had guests who might not be
comfortable with a naturist fourteen-year old roaming the brownstone. The
housekeeper Charlie, an older distinguished fifty-something widower, and
Kain, a thirty-something former triathlon star, who served as her
assistant/editor all around man Friday had grown accustomed to the boy
roaming the house naked. Sage sometimes teased both men sexually just for
the fun of it when he was stoned. He knew better than to try anything with
either man, because his mom would castrate him for fucking with her
staff. He doubted she knew he secretly preferred older men, which accounted
for his constant boner at home.
      "Start us off Burn-boi, so we don't miss all the parade. Afterwards
there are tons of fun sights to see and lots of hot daddies and twinks to
drool over, and queer stuff to buy," laughed Zane passing the freshly
loaded bong and a lighter. I've got a dugout filled with this shit when it
starts wearing off Ocean."
      The younger teen was glad Zane didn't pursue the issue of Sage being
fully dressed. He hit the bowl, surprised at how quickly this stuff was
hitting his already stoned body. Two more massive hits turned everything to
mere ash before he handed the bong back to Zane for his turn. He couldn't
remember being this stoned, since the first time Ronan had gotten him
baconed. He just laid back on his bed enjoying the euphoria created by the
incredible weed, and without even thinking slipped his hand in his shorts
and started stroking himself. Everything just felt so alive.
      "Here do another Ocean," Zane encouraged his younger friend, using
the boy's newly discovered name. He would use it often now to exploit his
friend's vulnerable psyche, binding him closer to the older teen than
before. He smiled seeing how fucked up his younger friend now was, and very
shortly he'd be totally wasted. It was going to be hot seeing his friend
walking around shirtless and boned up for the world to see.
      Ocean sat up pulling his hand from his shorts to take the offered
bong. He shot a goofy smile at Zane. "Damn this is some really dank shit,"
Sage, or rather Ocean now said before hitting the bowl. Zane encouraged
Ocean to finish it up, which the younger teen promptly did. When he was
finished smoking the second bowl Ocean realized he had never been so high,
energized, and horny as fuck in his life. He handed Zane the bong for his
turn and laid back on the bed again enjoying his high.
	"Ready to go burn-boi," asked a smiling Zane getting up and
grabbing his string backpack he had left the night before.
	"Aren't you gonna hit it?" Sage/Ocean asked surprised his friend
hadn't smoked up.
	"I already did, two is more than enough for a while," laughed Zane
setting the bong on the nightstand. He smiled at the confused Sage; the
fourteen-year old was so baconed he would be able to convince him he had
already smoked some of the laced weed.
	Ocean climbed off the bed bracing himself against the end of the
briefly, "Whoa this is some serious shit," he smiled at Zane. His body
seemed to vibrate with energy, which in turn made him feel hornier than
ever. Ocean knew he wanted cock, Zane's cock, Rhys's, even Darius and
Prince's cocks. Shit he wanted them all now, he couldn't understand what
had suddenly overcome him. All he could think about was cock.
	Zane couldn't help smirking, he knew what was going through the
boy's mind now. He wanted dick, well soon enough he'd have all he could
possibly want. "Ready Ocean?" he asked his friend.
	"Yeah let me grab my bag," Ocean said going over to his hat-rack to
grab one of his BenThai messenger bags. He selected the Tie-Dye one he had
been using recently knowing it had his dugout and a couple of lighters, his
"Is it 420?" change purse filled with weed. He would grab some granola bars
and his CamelBak water bottle from the fridge when they went downstairs to
leave. Ocean grabbed his favorite Tie-Dyed change purse from his dresser,
checking it to make sure it had some money before sticking it in his
pocket. Lastly grabbing his iPhone from his nightstand. "Let's roll bro,"
Ocean smiled at Zane.
	They headed down the hall and down the stairs, before heading
towards the back of the brownstone to the kitchen. Ocean opened a glass jar
on the granite counter filled with granola bars. The young teen grabbed a
handful dropping them into his bag. He pulled a chilled cobaltite blue
reusable water bottle from the fridge. "Okay let's go," he said to his best
friend.
	The two teens headed to the front door of the brownstone, pausing
only for Ocean to stop, and put on his Flip-flops and grab his John Lennon
sunglasses. Ocean sighed as he did so hating he was going to have to wear
them most of the day. Why did this amazing city have to be so filthy? Back
in Santa Cruz he almost never wore shoes. Ocean grabbed his DefiantXgear
stoner pot leaf lanyard with the house key and his monthly transit pass on
it dropping it around his neck. He smiled at Zane, "Ready bro," opening the
door.
	The 90 plus degree humid air hit the two teens like a blast
furnace. "Fuck it's hotter now than when I came back," Zane said putting on
his own Julbo Stream sunglasses. He paused to take off his string daypack
so he could pull off his shirt, tucking it into the front of his own shorts
before putting his backpack back on. He paused looking at Ocean.
	Ocean realized Zane was waiting for him to take off his own
shirt. He dropped his messenger bag on the stone landing glad a stone
railing blocked him from the street. His boner was still pretty obvious
tenting out his shorts, but by putting his shirt in the front of the shorts
it would be hidden from view. He quickly removed and tucked in his shirt
but couldn't help moaning softly as he touched his hard boner in the
process.
	Zane moved behind Ocean wrapping his arms around the waist of his
young friend reaching down and unbuttoning the top button of the boy's
shorts, pausing a brief moment to stroke the hard four and a half inches.
	"Hey! Not here!" A panicked Ocean grasped.
	Zane went ahead to pull the back of Ocean's shorts down exposing
almost half his ass, but at the same time pulling his boner back against
his almost hairless groin. "There Wormy isn't sticking out and attracting
unwanted attention," Zane grinned.
	Ocean wanted to say something, but Zane was right. It wasn't like
he hadn't sagged with this much of his ass out before. It might be hot to
tease guys with his ass out at Pride. He smiled back at Zane before heading
down the block to 96th Street Station to get on the local C train south to
14th Street in Chelsea. He stopped for a moment, "Don't call it Wormy, and
thanks," was all he said before continuing down the street with Zane.
	Zane expected more of a challenge from Ocean, but surprisingly he
accepted his help. The younger boy didn't realize Zane was setting Ocean up
for a surprise public fuck at the parade. There would be so many people
there packed in he wouldn't be able to move or protest without drawing
attention to his situation, which in turn would lead to others wanting to
join in. The younger teen would have to just stay put and endure his public
fucking. Besides Devon would love Ocean was already lubed with jizz when he
finally slid inside the fourteen-year old.
	The two teens talked about things they expected to do at Pride and
on the coming trip. Ocean reminded Zane he wanted to get henna tats when
they got to Czechoslovakia as he walked past Rhys's Starbucks. Shit, he
thought to himself he needed a cock inside him badly. He suspected Zane
would finally do him in an alleyway. Strangely it excited him more than he
wanted to admit.
	Zane assured his friend he already spoken to his cousin about
getting henna tats. His cousin had already arranged to have an artist at
his place to do a tat when he got there. The artist already an idea of what
he wanted to do, because Zane had sent a picture of Sage/Ocean's back. He
wanted to do something smaller first and then something bigger later once
Ocean got used to it. The fourteen-year old was going to be given a tramp
stamp to start with, and then other henna tats as he was introduced to
others who would be enjoying his body and making videos with him. In a way
disguising him from those who might look for him.
	The teens caught their train finding it becoming increasing fuller
as they got closer to their destination. Other teens like themselves
wearing Pride flags as capes over their shirtless torsos, leather daddies
in harnesses, twinks, and drag queens. Everything you could think of as
part of the gay culture. Music blasted through the streets as people
cheered floats and groups marching down the street. Zane guided Ocean down
the street looking for a place they could slip in and watch the parade. As
they tried to find a place to watch Ocean could feel people playing with
his ass, rubbing the exposed skin, a few fingers even slipped down his
crack looking for his hole. Each time someone explored his crack his cock
throbbed oozing precum.
	"Here's a place," Zane smiled pushing his friend in front of him
towards a police barricade. They slipped through a pressing crowd of
shirtless muscular daddies and large hairy bears until Ocean was standing
at the barrier on the street. This was way better than Santa Cruz's Pride
by a million times. Zane leaned forward over his shoulder to watch the
marchers and floats. "Pretty amazing isn't it," the older teen whispered
into his friend's ear huskily. "Know what else is amazing Ocean?" He asked
starting to rub Ocean's exposed ass.
	"No what," Ocean asked, distracted by a group of drag queens
walking down the street throwing beads.
	"My dick in your tight lil' ass," Zane whispered, pulling down the
back of Ocean's shorts until they were under the cheeks of his
ass. Suddenly the crowd cheered, as a float began to work its way down the
street.
	"What are you doing?" the shocked stoned teen asked trying to turn
to see what Zane was doing, caught off guard by this sudden change of
events.
	"I'm gonna slide my dick inside you and breed your hot lil' hole,"
he leaned in whispering as he fiddled with the zipper on his shorts.
	"You can't do that here," the horny Ocean replied softly, knowing
at this point it could and would happen to him. He was torn between his
desire to get fucked good and hard in public, and how he would look in
Zane's eyes. He didn't want to look like a slut to his friend. He was
completely trapped, as he felt Zane's cock find its target before beginning
to slide slowly inside his still lubed ass. He couldn't help but moan
loudly as Zane's big balls contacted his smooth ass.
      Ocean closed his eyes realizing just how good the older teen felt
inside him. The younger teen was conflicted about situation he now found
himself. On one hand he was extremely horny and desperately wanted sex, but
in public like this was another thing where people could see him taking raw
cock and being slutty. What would others think when they saw him skewered
by a beautiful, hard raw cock pulsing with life.
	"Yes, I can," Zane whispered as he licked Ocean's ear making him
shudder and moan in response. The older teen ground his trimmed pubes
against his friend's amazingly smooth bubble butt. He flexed his cock
inside the fiery hot, velvety softy, fuck tunnel of his half-naked
fourteen-year old friend in front of him eliciting a loud moan. A moment
later Zane felt Ocean push back and rotate his ass against his groin. The
slut was his now, he grinned licking the smaller boy's ear again. He pulled
partway out before thrusting steadily back inside the young teen's boy
pussy eliciting a loud moan of pleasure.
	Ocean couldn't help himself; his friend knew what turned him on and
how to play his body. The teen knew exactly what was coming as he felt Zane
pull completely out of his hungry hole, before thrusting back in
forcefully. As Zane's cum-filled balls slapped loudly against Ocean's ass,
the young team couldn't help himself moaning loudly, "YES!"  The older teen
repeated his long-dicking four more times making Zane moan even louder each
time, before he began rapidly rabbit-fucking the helpless teen.
	"Not so loud Ocean," grunted Zane, realizing they were getting a
little too loud with all the people around.
	"Hey John, look at the horny twinks," a deep voice called to one of
the men surrounding the two teens fucking. Someone had finally noticed what
they were doing causing Ocean to try to curve his moaning.
	"Damn, look at him fucking that cunt," replied another man, rubbing
Ocean's ass. "The twink loves getting railed," the man continued.
	"Shit boy use that hole," growled another as Ocean, which made him
back-up trying to get more dick from Zane.
	"Fuck he's horny lil' pussy boy," laughed another.
	Ocean continued moaning louder as Zane continued to pummel his ass
like there was no tomorrow. He couldn't help himself and soon found himself
begging Zane to fuck him harder, which his friend was more than happy to
follow his young friend's request.
	"Dude, not so loud," Zane begged, beginning to realize the
attention they now had managed to attract.
	Ocean began to get increasing turned on knowing others were
watching him get fucked in front of them, seeing Zane use him so
publicly. He knew he shouldn't, but he couldn't help himself. He at this
point didn't care.
      "Hey boy, this will keep the slut quiet," said one of the bears
grabbing Ocean's head pulling the young fourteen-year old into a passionate
French kiss.
	"That's it give the slut that raw cock," growled someone close to
Zane. "Hurry up and unload in the slut, while Mack keeps him quiet,"
laughed the man.
	"Damn this is hot," said another man. "This is going to look hot on
Xtube," he chuckled. "Good thing I'm not showing the slut's face, so it
will be up there for a while," laughed the man.
	Zane switched into maximum fucking speed, begging to slam fuck
Ocean for everything he was worth. He was so close from the scene he had
created. Ocean was seriously sucking face with a large, very hairy,
heavy-set bearded bear of a man, keeping him quiet from the very public
fuck he was enduring from his best friend.
	Ocean barely registered the fact his public fuck was being
recorded. Rhys, Darius, and Prince had recorded him in the past both with
his phone and their phones promising no one else would see the pics and
video of him being a compete nasty slut. He found himself getting turned on
knowing countless people were going to see him being fucked so publicly and
so good. Precum poured out his hard cock, he could tell the front of his
shorts was soaking wet from it. The worst thing was he couldn't touch his
cock, because he needed both hands to hold himself up on the barricade. No
one was giving him any aid, but they were to Zane using his
ass. Periodically someone would hawk a wad of spit on his hole when Zane
pulled out or smack his ass or play with his now sensitive nipples. The
crowd cheered yet again as YMCA blasted from some float.
	Zane couldn't believe how hot the fuck was turning out. Ocean had
gotten totally into the public fuck as he heard the thirty and
forty-something men softly encouraging Zane to fuck and breed his friend
but trying not to attract any more attention than necessary. A much older
hairy, bearded large man, started kissing Ocean dominating his mouth, so
the young teen could no longer moan out-loud begging for Zane's cock and
load. Ocean was milking Zane's cock each time he buried it deep inside his
now fiery fuck-tunnel.
      Zane knew he wouldn't last much longer; he could feel his balls
tightening up getting ready to coat Ocean's incredible fuck tunnel with his
jizz.
	"That's it boy, seed that cunt with your DNA," growled a
silver-haired, heavy-set, beer-bellied bear standing next to him, into
Zane's ear. The man had pulled out his Red-Bull thick, eight and a
half-inch cock stroking it as he watched Zane fuck Ocean.
	"FUCK! OH SHIT! YES! TAKE IT SLUT!" Zane grunted trying to keep his
voice down, as he slammed back inside beginning to fire corkscrews of
thick, heavy, teen jizz deep inside Ocean. "FUCK! TAKE IT SLUT!" Panted the
sixteen-year old as he humped the last of his load inside his friend. He
panted heavily before slowly withdrawing his now shrinking cock. Ocean's
hole remained slightly open as a slow dribble of cum began to run down the
younger teen's crack. Several phones appeared and multiple shots were taken
of his young friend's well-bred hole.
	The next thing Zane knew, one of the men grabbed him, pulling him
back away from Ocean. The man who had been standing next to him smiled as
he moved into place behind Ocean's ass. The man kissing Ocean gave the
teen's new fucker a thumbs up before pushing the teen back from the
barricade wrapping his arms around the teen continuing to kiss the unknown
teen slut keeping him distracted from what was about to happen to him.
      "Oh, look at those hot guys on that float," said the heavy-set bear
at Ocean's ass pushing forward easily breeching the boy's well-fucked
hole. He didn't pause but continued to slide forward burying himself deep
in Ocean. He turned to a stunned Zane, smirking at the sixteen-year old,
"This is how you keep your slut of a boyfriend satisfied," he chuckled
softly back at Zane.
	Ocean shuddered as a new unknown much, much larger cock took
procession of his body for its pleasure. He was now trapped between two
mysterious men with one fucking him publicly using his body for his
pleasure and with one no doubt planning on planting his load deep, the
other kissing him unlike anyone had done before. He should try to resist
but he wanted this, no he needed this. Men just taking him and using him
without any concern for him. Dimly he was aware of the crowd once again
cheering about something in the parade, as his fucking began in
earnest. Which in turn caused him to kiss the bear holding him even more
passionately.
	"Damn, those guys on the float certainly aren't virgins," groaned
the silver-haired bear now using Ocean's boy cunt, smiling at his friends
watching him. "They're hot pussyboys," he continued moaning softly as he
pulled out to his plum-sized cockhead, pausing briefly to spank Ocean's
tanned ass hard a couple times, before slamming back in hard. The man's
balls almost sounded like his hand smacks as they slapped Ocean's ass
cheeks. "Shit look at those sons up on that float, they're made to take
daddy-cock," groaned the man softly to his surrounding friends keeping
watch as he picked-up speed pounding Ocean hard and fast, long-dicking the
boy with each thrust.
	"His mouth tastes like cinnamon and weed," laughed the man kissing
the fourteen-year old pulling away from the panting teen. The man loved the
way Ocean worked his pierced tongue; the boy certainly knew how to kiss and
no doubt suck cock. He wished he had the teen's hot mouth wrapped around
his cock, but he didn't think they could get away with too much more with
him.
	Ocean was on total sensory overload now; this was unlike anything
he had experienced before in his young life. It made him feel so dirty and
nasty, but he loved it more than he could ever have imagined. Darius and
Prince's repeated uses of his body now paled in comparison to what was
happening to him now. He knew he shouldn't, but it felt so right being used
like this in front of all these men.
	"Yeah look at those bitches on the float work their asses," growled
the man using Ocean's ass, pausing every now and then to smack boy's
bubble-butt hard. He loved the red handprints marking the lil' underage
cumslut. Soon he would be filling the lil' bitch up with his man-spunk, he
was debating on letting one of the other men use the slut's boy pussy but
decided it might be too much of a scene here at the parade.
	Ocean's fucker grunted quietly as he slammed balls deep back into
the young boy. "FUCK...I...LOVE...A...GOOD...PARADE!" he hissed into the
boy's ear as he pumped eight shots of man-juice deep inside the underage
teen he had just used as a fuck toy. He continued to pump in and out slowly
working his load deep. As he started to pull out, he smacked Ocean's ass
hard. "Nice cunt boy definitely need to use it again sometime," he chuckled
into the unknown teen's ear.
	The man using his mouth pulled back from kissing letting the
fourteen-year old finally catch his breath. "You have a hot mouth boy,
anytime you want something filling it with a tasty treat come find me at
Billy Bob's Leather Emporium. I can take care of both holes for you and
find some friends to help me," chuckled the man pulling up Ocean's shorts
half-way up his ass.
	Zane stared in amazement at his friend. The fourteen-year old had
been well and truly fucked by the unknown older man and seemed to actually
enjoy his rape. The boy was made to take dick.
	"Happy Pride boys," laughed Ocean's fucker as the men surrounding
them left leaving Zane and Ocean alone in the crowd.
	Zane hugged Ocean, concerned his trick might have gone too
far. "You okay burn-boi?" He asked wondered about what this now meant for
the trip.
	"Fuck yeah," Ocean panted with a smirk, still high on the
incredible sex. He grabbed a hold of Zane and kissed him hard and
passionately, Frenching the older boy as hard as he had the bear who held
him during his fuck. The crowd around them erupted in applause and cheers
at the two teens so freely celebrating Pride.
      "Wow! That was pretty radical, but I need a hit and a bathroom not in
that order," he giggled heading back towards a Starbucks. "Order me an Iced
Cocoa Cloud Macchiato," he asked working his way back to the restroom,
hoping he made it before farting out all the jizz down his legs.
	After Ocean finally joined Zane after using the restroom, they
headed back outside. "How are you?" Zane asked once they were outside in
the crowd.
      Ocean took a long sip from his drink before shyly looking at his
friend, "Yeah...it...it was pretty hot," he said softy. "You...you don't
think less of me, do you?" Ocean asked, afraid to look at his friend, after
one of the hottest fucks he had enjoyed in a while.
      Zane looked at Ocean with total surprise, the younger teen had
actually enjoyed his public fuckings. His dick suddenly surged to full-size
in seconds. "Really?" Zane smiled at his friend.
      Ocean didn't want to confess his deep secret, but he didn't want his
friend to feel bad. "Yeah...I...I...kinda get turned on by
gang...gangbangs," Ocean admitted afraid to look at Zane. "God," he thought
to himself, "Zane must think he was a total slut now. He must be so
disgusted to know him."
      "Wow, that is so hot burn-boi," Zane smiled at his friend pulling him
into a hug. "If I had known that sooner dude, I would have introduced you
to a few friends of mine that get into those," he chuckled leaning in to
kiss the younger boy. "Ocean you have some deep mysterious secrets, I'd
definitely like to explore with you," Zane whispered with a smile.
      Ocean felt a swell in his heart and soul, his friend didn't hate or
feel disgusted his by his actions at the parade. Maybe he didn't need to
fear being himself around his older friend, he hated feeling like he needed
to be on guard all the time to protect his image. This trip to Europe would
allow him to be himself, and maybe engage in some three-way or group sex
while they were over there. The possibilities were endless for the next
couple of months.
      He felt he could completely trust his friend; this was a first since
Ronan. Ocean knew Zane let him explore his fantasies and make sure he was
completely safe. After look how concerned he was for him after the intense
fuck by the unknown man. Europe was going to be so much more fun with
Zane. He couldn't think of a better friend than Zane.
      "Hey, Zane let's find a place to recharge I'm fucking starving, then
let's recharge, my buzz is starting to wear down," Ocean smirked at
Zane. He still felt buzzed, but hey there was no such thing as too high.
      "You read my mind," Zane chuckled. The trip was going to turn out so
much better than he ever imagined.
      The two teens walked for a while looking all the people, booths, and
sights to see, before finally heading down towards Eighth Ave and the
Chipotle. Ocean was having a serious craving for Mexican food. The place as
usual was pretty busy, but by the time their food was ready a couple of
seats were available. Ocean tore into his tacos and burrito like a starving
man. The young teen sat smiling as he watched Zane finish his salad.
      "That really hit the spot," Ocean grinned at Zane. "I think it's 420
time."
      "Yeah let's head over to Washington Square to smoke up and then we
can head over to Devon's afterwards. His parties always start early and
last all night," Zane said with a smile as they headed out into the still
sweltering summer heat.
	The park despite the heat was still filled with people. A fair
number of kids splashed around in the fountain, while nearby parents
concerned themselves with conversations with one another or talking and
texting on their phones. Shirtless skateboarders roamed around practicing
tricks or just chatting with one another. Small groups of teens sat around
smoking weed openly, knowing no one really cared.
	A tall, slender, well-toned twenty-something noticed Zane, calling
out, "Yo Zman," waving the two teens over to join them. "Long time no see
bro," said the shirtless, somewhat sweaty slightly older man, hugging his
sixteen-year old friend.
	"Yeah Blaze, been busy hangin' with Burn-boi here, we're getting
ready head to Europe to bum around and hit a couple of festivals," Zane
said wrapping his arm around Ocean's shoulders.
	"Sweet Zman," he nodded smiling as he took a deep hit from a thick
potent-smelling blunt. "So, this is Burn-boi? I've heard some good things
about you from Zman here," he nodded smiling knowingly at Ocean as he
passed the young teen the blunt.
	Ocean grinned back at the older man, accepting the blunt and taking
a huge hit, before handing it back to Zane's handsome friend. Blaze was
definitely a hot guy, and from what he could tell was seriously packing
from his bulge. The young teen couldn't help getting a massive boner at the
man. He would love to see just how big his cock really was if given the
chance. He kept looking at it, just imagining sucking on it.
	Turning to Zane, Blaze handed the teen the blunt, "So you gonna
show up to "D"'s Pride party tonight?" Blaze asked Zane, hoping the answer
was yes, he would really like to take Burn-boi for a ride, a long hard
ride. The teen looked barely fourteen, which was very cool. Blaze's
preferred range was ten to sixteen. Zman was almost outside his age range,
but the teen certainly knew how to take big, thick cocks. He had shared
Zman since eleven with Devon, when to boy was brought over to buy weed by a
friend who promised him the best shit around. Zane didn't know at the time
his friend was delivering him to Devon for a good price on an ounce. They
smoked him up and then slipped Zman some "E" and booty bumped him before
taking his cherry, just as they had his friend a couple years before. Thus,
Devon was regularly supplied young friends of established older teen
clients, who regularly came to him for drugs and cock. Many prominent NYC
families would be scandalized if they knew their young sons craved
Afro-American, Latin, and white dick along with their steady supply of
drugs.
	"I hear Burn-boi you're from Cali, you skate?" Blaze asked Ocean,
looking forward to seeing his half exposed naked bubble-butt in action.
	"Do surfer boys suck cock?" Ocean smirked at Blaze, dropping his
bag, and kicking off his flip-flops, before grabbing Blaze's skateboard.
	The small group of stoned teens watched in amazement as Ocean
skated around the fountain barefoot. Zane had no idea his friend even knew
how to skate. Sure, he had noticed a couple skateboards mounted on the wall
but had never seen Ocean take them down and use them. The boy had some
serious moves. After about ten minutes of skating Ocean skated back to
Blaze flipping up the board handing it back to the older man with a smile.
	"Anti-Hero is a pretty cool board, but I like Santa Cruz boards
better," Ocean grinned toothily at Blaze.
	"I'll try to ride a Santa Cruz hard and rough soon to test it out,"
Blaze chuckled winking as he adjusted himself, letting his hardening cock
begin to point down his jean's leg. He could tell from the boy's leering
expression he knew exactly what the twenty-something was talking about.
	"Damn Burn-boi, that was impressive," exclaimed Zane impressed with
his friend. "Why don't you skateboard more?" He asked.
	"I can't ride barefoot through the city," he laughed, taking
another blunt offered him by another handsome late teen Latin well-toned,
shirtless skater boy with Blaze.
	The small group roared in laughter, understanding Ocean was an
excellent skater, because he learned barefoot, but didn't think he was good
when he wore flip-flops because he had a hard time gripping the board. The
group finished smoking the second blunt, before they decided to head to
Devon's party. Periodically when Zane was distracted Blaze would dip a
finger into Ocean's exposed ass crack to tease the hot teen, who was
already heading towards sexual overload.
	At one point during the train trip to Tribeca Blaze had slid the
back of Sage's shorts far enough down to slide his middle finger fully
inside the boy's already fucked hole. The man smiled as the young teen
slowly fucked himself on the man's finger. The teen at one point turned and
looked pleadingly at the man teasing his hole, which hungered for another
good fucking. Blaze couldn't help smiling lustfully at the fourteen-year
old boy. He loved slipping boys the Tina-laced weed, it made them so horny
for dick. He couldn't wait to get the boy to Devon's so they could maybe
share the teen. He hoped the boy liked big, long, thick cocks, because he
was going to get stretched out before the night was over.
	Ocean was so stoned and horny. He had never felt like this before,
sure he had been stoned and horny and would have fun with others like that,
but this was like a never-ending itch he needed scratched in the worse
way. Only some serious pounding with big cocks would satisfy him. Ocean
wanted Blaze to rip off his clothes off him, then push him down on a bed,
opening his dirty jeans and fucking the hell out of him, not caring he was
using an underage boy for his pleasure.
	The small group took goofy selfies of themselves riding the
elevator to top floor of the old converted warehouse. Devon had the entire
top floor to himself. Blaze used a rhythmic knock on the sliding floor,
before it opened. An obviously stoned face appeared in the opening, the
slender face grinned at the group, "Finally new people to play twister,"
announced the cute teen to others in the loft. A small cheer went up.
	Ocean entered the loft seeing a mixed group of maybe twenty guys
including young tweens, mid-teens, older teens, and a few older men like
Blaze, a number of guests were just wearing multi-colored tented
boxer-briefs, but most were naked. The door slid closed with a resounded
bang, followed by a deep clank as the lock was thrown. If Ocean had
believed in God, he would think he was either in heaven or hell. Heaven
because they were all hot guys, hell because there was no chance, he would
be soft the entire time he was there. His worry about that quickly
disappear as he noticed several guys with hardons and semis as they played
pool, danced, played twister, or stood or sat around talking.
	"You going to join the party Burn-boi?" Zane smirked as he asked
his young friend, standing naked in front of Ocean with a seriously chubbed
cock.
	Ocean paused for a minute, before pulling his shirt out of his
shorts, pushing it in his messenger bag, kicking off his flip-flops also
pushing them in his bag, followed by his shorts, and finally his
lanyard. His hard cock stood proudly out at a ninety-degree angle. "Let's
party," he smiled at Zane, while hoping he could resist the temptation to
be anymore slutty than he had already been today.
	As the small group headed into the loft, most of them headed to the
kitchen to get drinks, but Zane guided Ocean toward a large L-shaped
couch. Sitting in the corner of sofa was a tall, well-built muscular
Afro-American with a long set of beaded dreadlocks lying back enjoying the
work of a smallish, milky-pale, red-haired, young teen with his head buried
in the man's lap. A large hand firmly held the teen's head in place as he
seemed to slowly hump against the boy's buried face.
	"Hey Zman, good to see ya. I was beginning to think you were going
to bail on my party," he said giving the sixteen-year old a hard look
before turning to look at Ocean. He smiled at Ocean in such a way the boy's
cock seemed to pulse as it released a small stream of precum.
	"Sorry "D" we got a little distracted, you know I'd never miss one
of your parties," he replied respectfully to the black man, who was his
dealer.
	"I thought that might be the case Zman, no problemo now you are
here," he smirked at the sixteen-year old, knowing the teen wasn't trying
to cross him, but it was important to remind Zman who his boss was. He had
been waiting a while to finally tryout his lil' friend. Two of his dealers
had already reported how nasty the lil' cracker could be supplying him with
videos of their use of the fourteen-year old. It was good to see the boy
looked even hotter in person. Zman had supplied pics of his friend but had
delayed in supplying the boy to his dealer. That was going to change
tonight if all went well.
	Devon released his hand from the back of head of the small
red-haired boy who had been deep throating him. The young boy pulled off
coughing and choking as he tried to catch his breath. Spit, snot, and
precum dripped from his mouth and face. He looked up with pride at the man
who's thick, eleven-inch uncut cock had just been buried down his
throat. "See I told you I could do it "D"," he panted proudly. "Prince said
he knew I was ready," he smiled.
	"Nice work Roo, I'll make sure you get your prize latter," he
smiled ruffling the red head's already messed up hair. Here was another boy
cunt he needed to plow before the night was over. The horny just turned
twelve-year old was promised a fuck by his cock if he could deep-throat the
man.
      When the boy turned eleven a friend introduced him to Prince one of
"D"'s dealers. The man smoked up and bumped the cute red head's boy pussy
and popped him, while his friend took Darius's cock. The boy learned to
take any cock offered him, but he seemed to prefer black cock. Prince and
Darius trained the red headed boy to be a total lil' slut. They promised
him if he was really good at taking cock, they would take him to a Pride
party where he could ride an eleven-inch cock, if he could deep throat it.
      "Go have fun Roo," Devon told the young boy. As the boy got off his
knees turning to leave Devon ran a finger along his ass-crack. "Don't
forget to get that lubed up for later," he smiled.
      "Don't worry I'll get five or six so I'm well-lubed for you," he
promised. He paused for a moment looking at Ocean, before breaking into a
big smile. "Sage!" He exclaimed in surprise, "Wow it's so cool to see you
here," he said hugged a shocked Ocean. "I didn't know you got into dinge
cock, so cool dude," he smiled at his schoolmate before heading off to get
a drink, then getting more stoned, and finally some cock to ride. Prince
told him; Devon liked his bottoms loaded with several loads of jizz for
lube.
      Ocean stared in amazement as the pale, slender, bubbled-butt, red
head walked away. Rooney had been in his art class at his new school, the
boy was a talented artist, who had been advanced to the ninth-grader's art
class. He had never suspected the boy was gay much less even sexual, but
the tween boy was a seriously talented slut, just as he was. Rooney had
mentioned the name Prince, what were the chances it was the same Prince he
knew?
      Devon distracted Ocean from his thoughts, "So Burn-boi, Zman says
you're a pretty cool lil' gromet transplant from Santa Cruz," he chuckled
as he slowly stroked his hardon. Knowing the lil' teen piece of ass Zman
had brought him was beginning to wonder how he would feel buried inside his
tight lil' ass.
      "Um...th...than...thanks," Ocean replied staring openly at Zane's
friend's incredible cock. "God," thought Ocean, he so wanted that cock, his
hole hungered to feel it buried inside him. It would be the largest he had
ever taken, knowing it would hurt, but hurt in such a good way.
      "Well get something to drink, there are plenty of favors and play
some games. I'm sure we'll get a chance to talk later, Burn-boi in
private," he grinned at Ocean, dismissing the teens.
      Zane led Ocean to the kitchen where a tall, naked, muscular,
Afro-American stood behind the counter smoking a joint as he made drinks
for a couple older teens. "Couple of your specials Prince, please," Zane
asked the bartender. The man gave a toothy grin to the two teens. "No prob
Zman," as he proceeded to pour some Reyka vodka in a couple of glasses,
then cracked open a couple mango White Claws pouring them in glass, while
mixing some pineapple juice, then pouring a shot of Chambord on top of the
drink. "Here ya go homeys, Jungle Bunny Fuckers," offering the two teens a
glass, while winking at Ocean.
      Ocean couldn't believe Prince, one of his regular fuckers was here at
the party. He knew the drink name was directed at him, since that was what
he made Ocean call him while pounding his ass, that, and nigger. Things he
would never say in regular life, but in during sex with Prince and Darius
he often said things he knew were wrong, but the men loved making him beg
to take their nigger fuck-sticks up his cracker boy pussy. They wouldn't
fuck him until he begged to be their lil' white bitch. Had Prince told
Devon what he had done? Ocean knew he was in deep shit if Devon knew and
for some reason his cock was harder than it had been when the man fucked
him at the parade. He really hoped Zane didn't see him being fucked like
that, but a slender part of him wanted his friend to see him lose complete
control and be used by men as their fuck toy.
      "Well pool or twister?" Zane asked Ocean taking a gulp of his
drink. He knew pool would keep Ocean's fuckable ass front and center, but
maybe pool would be after he'd been stoned even more and saw the others at
the party start having sex. Roo was already rolling and if not already spun
would soon be and then he would be looking to take as much dick as he
could. Zane wouldn't mind seeing Ocean in the same condition on a bed next
to Roo taking on all comers. No doubt after the trip he would arrange for
Devon to set it up, it would be a hot scene. Tonight, though they couldn't
get too hardcore since he and Ocean needed to fly out the next day. Devon
knew that and had promised to keep things sort of tame for the moment.
      "Twister looks fun," Ocean smiled taking a swing from his drink,
before heading over to the group playing.
      Zane followed his friend over to watch the five guys playing twister,
well four guys since one, BB, a friend, was only spinning the spinner. He
was also handling the bong. BB would spin the spinner, then give the player
a hit before the player would try to move into position. This made the game
more challenging.
      Ocean walked over to BB, "Hey can we play next?" He asked the cute
seventeen-year old BB.
      The blue-eyed blond looked up at Ocean like a hungry wolf, "Oh ya you
can definitely play next," he smiled up at the adorable, fuck-toy Ocean. He
held up a filled bong partway, forcing the young teen to bend-over exposing
his fuck-hole to others standing around watching the game. He smiled as a
number of guys' cocks started to harden up, as they stroked them no doubt
hoping to fuck the newbie. They all knew Devon loved fucking in sloppy
holes for more experienced boys, and they all knew there were no virgins at
this party. The boy was fair game.
      BB lowered the bong down to the floor forcing Ocean down on all
fours, so it was next to his hard seven inches. When Ocean exhaled there
was BB's glistening cock standing proud waiting to be worshipped. "Go ahead
give it a little lick," he whispered softly to the boy kneeling in front of
him. "Go on he likes you," BB continued. Those playing the game and
standing around waited with bated breath to see the fourteen-year old take
BB's cock between his pouty cocksucker lips.
      Ocean felt as if he were in a dream as he exhaled the potent
smoke. If he felt, he was horny before he now felt on overdrive. His body
craved sexual attention in the worst way. The beautiful cock in front of
him begged for his attention, it seemed to call to him. Its owner told him
it was okay to suck it. He looked up into BB's deep blue-eyes as he lowered
his open mouth to the waiting cock. It was as if a tractor-beam was pulling
him closer and closer. BB nodded with a smile as the younger boy extended
his tongue contacting his oozing precum. Ocean kept his eyes on BB's eyes
as he slowly swallowed all of the hard seven inches down to his shaved
groin.
      "Yes," hissed BB as Ocean closed his lips around the cock buried in
his mouth, beginning to lick around the thick cock with his tongue
stud. After a couple minutes Ocean began slowly bobbing up and down on the
older teen's uncut cock. This was as natural as breathing air for the
fourteen-year old.
      Zane couldn't help smiling as he watched his friend go to town on
BB's cock. He knew others would be lining up to have Ocean polish their
knobs soon enough as the party began switching from game play to sex
play. Before Zane started to look for a hole to breed, he noticed Ace, a
tall, pale, toned, tatted, well-hung, goth, eighteen-year old talking to
Blaze as they smiled looking at Ocean's ass. Blaze handed the goth teen a
Tina rock and a bottle of Devon's special laced spicy lube. If Ocean
thought the bear earlier had fucked him good, wait until Ace finished with
him.
      Ocean's entire focus was BB's delicious cock. He worked his tongue
under the teen's hood and around the sensitive plum-like gland attempting
to get more of the flowing sweet precum. The taste was extremely
addicting. He show BB's cock all love he could give it, there were few
things Ocean enjoyed more than a hard cock in his mouth. Ronan who
introduced Ocean to sex, made sure he learned how to suck cock by making
sure he spent a large part of each day with Ronan's cock in his eleven-year
old mouth, if it wasn't buried in his boy pussy. Ronan even took him to a
cruisy public restroom with a glory hole to learn how to suck all types of
cocks. After Ronan went off to college Ocean would sneak out at night to
suck cock, and on weekends he would spent part of each day practicing his
newfound love, but it was only with Prince and Darius he completely lost
his gag reflex after learning to take bigger cocks.
      "OH FUCK!" Grunted BB, as he felt his balls tighten up in preparation
to blast his load into his sucker's mouth. Ocean pulled back off BB's cock,
concentrating on working the sensitive gland with his pieced
tongue. "SHIT!" BB gasped grabbing the young teen's head, holding him in
place as his cock pulsed firing his jizz in Ocean's mouth. He'd never had
someone get him off this quick using just his mouth. The kid was fucking
talented, he was definitely going to need to get together again outside the
party to play with him. He hoped the teen's cunt was just as good.
      No sooner than Ocean pulled off with a satisfied grin, than he was
presented with two more cocks, the twister players now wanted to sample the
newcomer's talented mouth. As Ocean turned his attention to two more teen
cocks, he felt someone spreading his ass and attacking his hole with a
powerful, pieced tongue. Due to his previous fucks earlier before the party
it slipped easily into his hole causing him to moan around the current cock
burying itself in his mouth.
      Ocean could barely focus on blowing the two cocks in front of him
because the guy rimming and fingering was driving him crazy. He wrapped his
arms around the waists of the teens he was sucking in an attempt to hold
himself up as he kept alternating between the two cocks, deepthroating one
then the other as he worked for their loads. Meanwhile the fingers working
his ass with warming lube continued to drive him crazy, without even
thinking about it he started humping back against the fingers working his
hole. Strangely the burning sensation created an itch he was needing
scratched in the worse way. The only thing Ocean knew would satisfy the
itch would be a big, thick cock pounding him hard and deep.
	Ocean's mind couldn't process what was happening to his ass, all he
cared about was getting his hole fucked more by the amazing fingers working
it now. He whimpered when they pulled out of him, he needed to feel them
back inside him, "Please put them back in, PLEASE," begged Ocean. "Please!"
Never in his life had he been so horny.
	Ocean jerked awake, not realizing where he was at first. Panting
hard he looked around excitedly, before recognizing he was seated in first
class of a Lufthansa 747.
      "Sir, Sir, excuse me, but we will be landing shortly," A handsome
twenty-something steward smiled at Ocean, waking him from his dream about
the previous night's activities.
      "What?" The fourteen-year old asked, finally coming fully awake from
his dream. "Oh ya, thanks, sorry I was up late last night at a party, and I
guess I must be more tired than I realized," Ocean smiled sheepishly at the
handsome young steward.
      "It must have been a good party," smiled the steward winking at
Ocean.
      The teen took a swing of his now warm water wondering at the
steward's wink, before realizing his shorts were seriously tented out with
an obvious wet spot.
      He couldn't believe he was still thinking about what happened at the
party. The memory of the tall, slender, pale, huge-dicked, tatted goth who
claimed his ass, while he had been blowing the guys at the Twister game
last night was now permanently ingrained in his brain. Ace pounded him all
over the apartment, making sure everyone at the party saw him fucking Ocean
and letting all know each of the three times he bred his hippie pussy
boy. Ocean shivered at the promise Ace whispered in his ear before pulling
out leaving him panting on Devon's bed. A promise to help Ocean explore all
the deep, dark, nasty fantasies which lay buried in the recesses of his
mind when he returned from Europe. Ocean had let a couple dark fantasies
slip out while Ace forcefully dominated him. He was terrified of what
things Ace planned to do to him, but at the same time aroused at the
promised dominance by this older teen.
      Once Ace had finally finished "playing" with him, Blaze and Devon
then quickly incorporated him into their "playtime" with Roo and Rez, a
cute barely ten-year old long black-haired goth boy who already had a
purple tongue stud, who Ocean later learned was Ace's own little
brother. The two men demonstrated repeatedly how easily their ten and
eleven-inch thick cocks could fit inside Roo, Rez, and his boy cunts. All
three of them, by the time the two men had finally finished with them, had
large gaping holes with jizz leaking out covering their balls and
thighs. The three-ways Ocean had with Prince, Darius, and Rhys could barely
hold a candle to what he had just experienced, and Ocean knew he wanted
more. Before Ocean and Zane left to go home and get some rest before they
flew out for Prague, he had managed to get the names and phone numbers of
all the people he had had sex with and a few others he had seen at the
party. He promised without fail to meet up with them once he returned to
the US. He had never been so horny and slutty before in his life, and he
had let four basically unknown men during the day fuck him raw and he liked
it.
      Thank goodness no more weed or at least much less weed than he had
recently been smoking for almost two and a half months would be a good
thing, a really good thing. He would be able to control his sexual urges,
and not repeat the events of the night before. It was just too much of a
temptation. Once home from the trip he would figure out a way to get out of
all his promises to share his body with all his "new" friends, no matter
how tempting the offers.
	A couple minutes later the pilot came on announcing the plane would
be landing shortly, was well as the current time and weather conditions in
Prague. Ocean returned his seat to an upright position, hoping by the time
they landed his cock would had gone down. He knew he would need to wear his
hemp Baja surf hoodie tied around his waist to cover-up the precum wet spot
on his shorts. Unfortunately, going commando all the time sometimes had its
drawbacks now that he could jizz.
	In no time it seemed the plane landed, and everyone had disembarked
and made their way through customs. Zane had told him his cousin would be
meeting them once they passed through customs.
	The boys carried their belongings towards the crowded Vaclav Havel
airport lobby. Small groups of people were standing around holding signs
with people's names on them. A tall, handsome, blonde man with a stylish
five o'clock shadow beard wearing sunglasses stood with three hot-looking
teens who would have been impossible to miss. The older two teens seemed
eighteen or nineteen and dressed in matching sleeveless tie-dyed light
hoodies one with black hair and khaki cargo shorts, while the other blonde
wore black cargo shorts. A younger teen standing with them appeared maybe
fifteen or sixteen, stood holding a small rectangular sign with Zane's and
his names on it. The younger, shaggy haired blonde teen was slender, but
well-toned, with a dark golden tan, wore only a black vest with a
black-beaded rosary, and tight black pants with a pair of well-worn black
Chucky T converse high-tops untied.
	"Borek," called Zane as he moved to hug the older man. "It's so
good to see you again," he smiled at the man, "This my friend Ocean, the
one I told you all about."
	"Hello sir," Ocean said stepping forward to shake Zane's cousin
hand, but instead of a handshake he found himself in a tight hug.
	"Nice to meet you Ocean, I hope you enjoy your stay with us. I know
my boys are looking forward to spending time with you during your stay with
us," Borislav said without a too heavy of a Czech accent, giving Ocean a
warm smile.
	"Thank you for having me," Ocean replied, thinking to himself "I
have to be imagining things, because it's like he's hard." As he looked at
the three teens realizing all three were hard. He could feel precum begin
leaking from his cock as he wondered what it would be like to have sex with
them.
	Borislav smiled at Zane, pleased at the boy's discovery. The boy
was going to be extremely popular and especially since he was already
broken in properly. While breaking a virgin could be fun, he preferred his
models and boys freer with their bodies especially once party favors were
introduced. Their true selves could emerge and from what Zane had told him
and shown him in pictures and vid clips this Ocean would be very free with
sharing his body. He had decided it would be better if Zane was out of the
picture until the festival, so he could have complete unrestricted access
to the fourteen-year old American teen. Borek had many plans for the
American teen.
	One of Borislav's clients wanted a teen from his stable to play
with the man and his three boys, who ranged from thirteen to nine on their
yacht for a couple weeks. While some of his stable and clients entertained
Ocean, Borek would send Zane over to the man. Zane had played with him when
he was younger, so Borislav knew his cousin would enjoy his time. Once both
boys were properly partied-up he would separate the friends. Ocean would be
too busy getting high and fucked to realize his friend was even missing.
	"Let's go boys I'm sure these two want to get cleaned up and
relax," Borislav said motioning for the two older teens to take the
Americans' backpacks, as he began to lead to way out of the airport. As the
group wound their way outside Ocean found himself surrounded by the three
teens, while Borislav seemed to distance himself and Zane by moving further
ahead of the rest of the group.
	"I'm Liam, is this your first trip to Czechoslovakia?" The older
blonde carrying his backpack asked him. Ocean was surprised at the proper
English accent of the teen.
	"Yeah it is," Ocean answered looking puzzled at the older teen. "I
don't what to be rude, but you don't sound Czech" He asked perplexed at the
teen's British accent.
	"No," he chuckled, "I'm British, Johann there is German, but Dusa
there is Czech and so are Bohdan and Kamil who are waiting at the car," he
smiled at Ocean.
	"Are you related to Borislav?" Ocean asked confused as to who these
teens were.
	Laughing Johann answered, "No we all work for Borek, many years we
model for company. Maybe you join us for couple of shoots, you very sexy,"
he said leaning into kiss a surprised Ocean on the mouth. As the German
teen pushed his tongue inside the younger teen's mouth, he squeezed Ocean's
ass.
	"They not only ones who think you sexy little fucker," growled a
just beginning to break boyish voice as Ocean felt bare arms in-circle his
waist and reach under his hemp hoodie to squeeze his hard cock. "Yes, very
sexy," whispered the voice into his ear while licking it. "We going to have
lots of fun this summer," Dusa growled humping his hard cock against
Ocean's ass.
	Ocean couldn't believe this was happening to him, three European
models wanted him, and he had to admit he wanted them. He hoped Zane
wouldn't mind too much.
	Once outside the group turned towards a long black Mercedes
limousine with two shirtless, barefoot ten-year old boys leaning against
the car smoking cigarettes, next to a hulking muscular man dressed in
black. The two boys smiled as soon as they saw the group, dropping their
cigarettes, before rushing over to Borislav talking a mile a minute in what
Ocean suspected was Czech. They kept giving the man standing by the limo
dirty-looks as they spoke to Borislav. Finally, once they were finished the
two boys, who were obviously twins now Ocean got a good look at them, stuck
their tongues out at the man dressed in black.
	The man just smirked at Borislav and shrugged his shoulders, to
which Zane's cousin along with the others in the group except Ocean, who
had no understanding what was going, started to laugh loudly. The driver
opened the trunk and loaded in Zane and Ocean's belongs, while the
black-haired Johann opened the back of the car.
	Borislav entered first followed by the twins, who started to crawl
all over the older man, Zane sat next to his cousin while Johann joined
them on the back seat. Liam and Dusa sat on either side of Ocean on the
seat facing the back. A few moments later the car began to move. The twins
once again said something to Borek in Czech, which made the others
laugh. Borek nodded and smiled at the twins saying, "Ano, but you must
speak English for Ocean, he doesn't understand Czech."
	The twins grinned at Ocean in such a way, he felt like a piece of
meat to the two boys.
	"Hello Ocean, I am Bohdan, and this is my brother Kamil," one the
twins said reaching out to shake his hand, followed by the other
brother. "You smoke marihuana with us?" Kamil asked pulling a fat joint
from his pack of cigarettes followed by a zippo lighter with a pot-leaf on
it.
	The ten-year old quickly lit the joint and took a practiced hit of
the joint holding it for a long time, before offering it to Ocean with a
smile. "This really, really good, try it."
	Ocean looked around at the people in the car as they looked at him
expectantly to take the joint. He knew if he meant to fit in on this trip,
he needed to take a hit. He had promised himself he would be good on this
trip, but could he keep his promise to himself and his mother, not get
slutty and take raw cock? He was going to try hard to not let the weed make
him too horny and get out of control.
       Ocean reached out and took the joint, he could smell how potent the
weed was from the powerful smell of the smoke. He paused briefly before
taking a hit, instinctively Ocean took a big hit, then passed it to a
smiling Dusa. "Damn, this is some really good shit," Ocean thought as he
exhaled. It was looking out to be a fun trip, he thought as the joint was
passed back to him.



       I just to thank all my faithful readers for your support over the
years. The past couple of years I've been suffering from a health issue,
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working and taking care of myself. I have started work on some of my more
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