Date: Tue, 13 Dec 2022 17:39:19 +0100 From: roby bobby Subject: midnight-express-to-neverland-04 This story contains graphic sexual scenes between males under 18: if material of this nature offends you then you should not read this story. Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age in most states, the law may have forbidden you from reading this story. Please understand this is a work of FICTION. The actions described in the story are neither real nor encouraged or condoned in real life. It's just fiction, folks. Please be sure to support Nifty and keep it going with your donations at https://donate.nifty.org/ Feedbacks welcome at de182tg@gmail.com. I'm not native English speaker, so please be kind to me! Thank you! *** Midnight Express to Neverland - Part 4 *** My mother made me do my homework when she came home from work. For a while I had a hard time distinguishing C from K: why "Kill "and "Cost" and not "Kill" and "Kost" didn't make any sense to me, go figure why. One evening my mother was explaining the difference to me with immense patience. But I could hardly listen to her because I realized that in the meantime my father was becoming more and more agitated. I knew what would happen a little later: he'd take his belt out and beat me like crazy. So I had to explain to him the difference between the C and the K. At that point of course I couldn't put my mind to work anymore, so once again my ass was beaten up and I sorrowfully went to bed. Later, once everyone else was asleep, he came to my room and, for good measure, unceremoniously fucked me. After having been fucked by Ty's big black dick several times already, I didn't feel pain anymore when my father's cock invaded my little body. And to be honest, I even found it slightly pleasurable. He never lasted more than a few minutes but, boys, they were intense minutes: he usually had me laid on my bed, on my stomach, ass slightly raised with the help of a pillow. He'd spit on his cock and ram it into my ass in quick, short strokes, often hitting my love button inside my abused ass. Sometimes he would shoot his cum deep into my ass, other times he had enough control to take his cock out and force it down my throat, flooding my mouth with salty cum. I loved it both ways, but I was extremely careful not to show too much appreciation. Except my little dick that invariably got hard as a nail. The shameful, little traitor. This was his way of making me do my homework. He wanted me to be good and to be the best of them all. After all, his father had been one with a lot of money: he had owned, among other things, a printing firm and a newspaper in UP, "The Voice of Upper Peninsula". During the financial crisis in 2008, grandpa Henry went bankrupt and all his, and our, wealth went lost. And now my dad was freaking out when he thought I wouldn't do any good in school: fully understandable to me, less so to my bruised ass. After dinner my father went out quite often and then the three of us finally breathed a sigh of relief. These evenings were wonderfully quiet. But when he'd came home in the night, troubles were on the charts again. Most of the time he had been drinking a little. Or a lot. Or even more than that. Any nonsense, and he'd go batshit crazy. It could be toys or clothes scattered around, or an empty glass left on the counter. My father always said order is the most important thing in life. And when he saw "the mess" he'd beat me. Or fuck me. Or both. Then my father would throw all our toys on the floor and order everything be fixed in five minutes. Most of the time we didn't make it: sis was sent to her room, and I was taken to my bedroom and fucked royally, even when mom was at home. He'd just push her away, lock the door and have his way with me. In these cases my mother almost always stayed at the door to cry. She rarely dared to defend me because then he'd hit her too. One afternoon after school, the doorbell rang and I opened it: it was a friend of my father, Malcolm, who had come to pick him up for a tour of the bars. My mother and sis were out shopping and, surprisingly, my father invited him to enter. He was much younger than my father, probably in his early twenties, black, tall and muscular, with curly hair cur very short. He was dressed in a "Chicago Bears" blue shirt and baggy shorts, and looked a lot like Ty, just older and more developed. A very handsome guy, I thought, feeling a little heath growing in my pants. They sat on the couch watching some sport on TV when, out of the blue, my father asked him if he wanted to "tag team the little fag". I didn't know what "tag team" meant, but I had no doubt the "little fag" was me. Malcolm, unfazed, looked at me, smirked and simply said, "Why not, man, if that's what you want I'm game." "Go get Malcolm's present, Jerry" I heard my father say. "Why don't you come here and unwrap your present, little fag?" Malcolm grabbed his soft dick through his shorts and gestured me to move between his long and muscular legs. "I got the kid is into gay sex, man. But how it comes you started on him?" asked Malcolm, squeezing again his thickening dick. "Oh, it all started one Saturday morning. I was home alone with Jerry and have had a few Bud's. You know, I was alone, it was hot... First, the half naked little fag walked in front of the TV set while I was watching that show about vintage cars you know about. Then, he spilled his milk and cereals all over the kitchen floor. I thought he needed a lesson... so... it happened. And he DEEPLY enjoyed the throat and ass fuck, right Jerry, you little fag?" I had no choice other than to say "I loved it... Daddy". "Ok... Nothing's for free, you need to earn my present, kid. First of all, get naked. Now!" ordered Malcolm. "Then unwrap my lil' present and show it some respect." I jumped on my feet and quickly disrobed. My hairless, little body was in full display for my father and the black man to ogle about. My dick was already iron hard, 3 1/2 inches of boy dick practically glued to my hairless groin. "Get on all four, come here and get yo' big present, white slut!" I did as Malcolm ordered. Ass in the air, I crawled toward the seated black man and knelt between his long, muscular and slightly hairy legs. He briefly raised his muscular butt and I pulled his shorts and boxers down to his ankles. When the half-naked young man seated back, I removed his size 11 shoes and pulled down his shorts and boxers, finally having unrestricted access to his impressive, black dick, 7" long even if still not fully hard, and huge ball sack. Well, if I thought Ty was impressive, Malcolm was exceeding any expectations of mine in the filed of big dicks. And I was honestly a bit scared by now... I took hold of the slowly inflating dick with one hand and jerked it, while with the other hand I gently massaged the man's hairy ball sack. When a shiny drop of precum appeared on top of the purple dick head, I bent over and lapped at it with my small, pinkish tongue, savoring the sweet taste of the clear emission. Malcolm took hold of his hardening dick and repeatedly slapped my pale face. "Yes, -- SLAP -- little fag! --- SLAP -- Lick ma' -- SLAP -- cock head and -- SLAP -- stroke ma' -- SLAP -- big dick, -- SLAP -- make it ready to fuck yo' little ass! --- SLAP -- SLAP --" snarled Malcolm, looking with his dark eyes full of lust at me, a white, naked little kid, now with a reddening face, knelt between his muscular legs. He then moved one of his big feet between my legs and began to handle my hard dick with his long toes, slowly fondling and masturbating me. "Yeah, see how the little fag is enjoying himself, you see? He is a born slut..." I heard my father say. "Don't play around, Jerry! Suck him good, slut! Lick his balls, bet they smell really bad..." I re-took possession of Malcolm's meaty prize and lapped at the cock head for a little more. Then, I twisted my head a little on one side and, still jerking the inflating dick with one hand, I moved down to lick and suck on the hairy nut sack: as my father said, the smell down there was intoxicating... but good... really good!. I sucked one egg-sized ball into my drooling mouth and swirled it around with my tongue while slightly nipping the wrinkled skin with my teeth. Malcolm's whole body tensed, and he sucked in a sharp breath. A small whimper escaped from his mouth. "Yeeesssss! Good bitch! Play with my nuts!" he said, looking down at me with a mouth full of balls. I then moved to the other one, repeating the treatment. I repeatedly buried mu nose into Malcolm's pubes and in the dark place under his ball sack, and the smell was way better than the "poppers" Ty made me use sometime. Malcolm's huge, pulsating dick soon reached its maximum size I estimated close to or exceeding 10 inches in length and 6+" around. I was frightened but at the same time attracted to it, like a moth to a flame. "Suck my friend's big black cock, fag boy" said my father. "Show me how hungry you are for black cock!" I moved north and engulfed Malcolm's cock head with my wet mouth, sucking on it like a big, tasty lollipop. I extended my tongue and ran it over the purple head, finding its slit, and the clear syrup that oozed from it, the sweetest honey on earth. I heard him draw in a breath, hold it for a moment, and then release it in a long sigh. I bobbed up and down on that wonderful black tool. "Yeah, Jerry-bitch. Suck on it, get it down your fucking tight throat!". Malcolm grabbed me by the hair and began to jerk my head up and down his ramrod, pushing a little more dick down my tight throat every stroke. I had tears flowing down my cheeks, and large amounts of precum and spit seeped out of my mouth, coating Malcolm's dick and balls with slime. With the corner of my eyes, I saw my father standing up and getting naked. He moved behind me and knelt on my side. I felt his hands caressing my ass, moving down along the crack and further down to my marble sized balls. He encircled them with his hand and pulled down, squeezing a little and causing me to stop the blow job and pull my head up to breathe. "I didn't tell you to stop, kid! Go back down on my friend big fucking cock" My father relented the pressure on my balls and grabbed my hard dicklet as well. With one hand he slowly pulled them down, while with the other he grabbed me by the hair and forcibly pushed my head down on the big black cock. Oblivious to my gargles and sputters he pressed down steadily, until my nose pressed against Malcolm's pubes and all 10 inches of black meat buried deep into my tight throat. I heard him say, "Bro, skull fuck him as the little slut deserves!" "Fuuuuck man, bitch's swallowing my whole dick! All 'em 10 inches!" Malcolm took hold of my head and slowly began to slide it up and down his shining, spit-and-slime-covered black dick. Every five or six stokes, he would let it completely out of my mouth, to let me breathe. He then would look straight into my deep dark eyes, spat a large wad into my open mouth and slid his hard dick back into my throat. Down to the root. "Suck it, bitch!" "This fucking faggot is good at it, right man?" said my father. "Let me have a taste of the bitch's mouth while you rim his pussy and get it ready for you cock". "Come get my cock, Jerry" My father pulled my head by the hairs yanking it from Malcolm's huge cock, shiny strings of spit connecting it to my wide-open mouth. "Drag your little bitch ass over here and ask for your present now!" Still pulling on the my hair, he dragged me along until he reached the couch on the opposite side and sat down on it. "Ask for it, little fag!" "May I have my present now, Daddy?" I pleaded, still gasping a little for air. My father pulled on my hair, causing me to open my mouth wide. Then, he spat a big blob of saliva into my mouth and, looking straight into my eyes, said "You gotta ask for it properly, Jerry!" I swallowed hard and then asked again, this time in the proper way "Sir, may I please have my present now?" "Get your little hands busy and unwrap your fucking present, bitch!" I knelt between my father tights and hurriedly proceeded to suck on "my present". Malcolm stretched prone on the floor behind me, his big dick pressed between his rippled abs, soaking the carpet with clear precum. He parted my white buns and kissed at my ass hole, hungrily lapping around and bathing it with spit, probing it with his fat tongue. When he was satisfied with his wetting work, he began to push his thick mid finger, the size of a wiener, into my ass, working it in and out, wiggling it around to open the hole. He soon inserted two and then three large fingers into my "boy pussy". He then started to finger fuck me and massage my love button, eliciting loud OHHHHHs and AHHHHHs of sheer pleasure from me. Meanwhile, I opened my mouth and lowered my head on my father's dick, steadily and easily swallowing it down to the root: easy-peasy after Malcolm's killer schlong. My father grabbed my head and used me like a fleshlight. He smashed my nose into his groin, pressing and holding my head down forcibly until the I started struggling for air. I began to swallow frantically, pushing my head up but unable to beat an adult man powerful hold. "YEEEAAAH! I love to feel the little fag chocking on my rod until he passes away!" Then he let my head go and added, "... almost pass away!" He grinned at Malcolm, who was finger-fucking me with three black, thick fingers. I unconsciously pushed my ass back, fucking myself on Malcolm's thick fingers. My dicklet was harder than steel, my ass hole stretched as never before. I endured almost another half-minute of dick-sphyxiation before pulling up and starting to breathe again, shiny strings of throat slime connecting my drooling mouth to my father's dick. "I... did... it... Sir!" I panted with a raspy voice. "I did my best... I guess!" "So, you think you've earned Malcolm's present, Jerry?" asked my father while spreading my tears and drool all over my face. "Yes, sir! Please give me my present!" I pleaded at Malcolm. "Yeah, slut! I will fuck your boy-pussy and breed you like the little white bitch you are!" He moved on the couch and sat there, legs wide spread and thick cock standing upright like a flag pole. "Sit on my dick and you move out, my nigga, I want this piece of white ass all for me now!" I stood up. I vaguely remembered how just a few weeks ago my father had fucked my asshole for the first time in this very same spot! I quickly hopped up on the couch, then turned my back to Malcolm, my ass level with his muscular pecs. Next, I climbed on his thick tights and slowly crouched down, my hands using Malcolm's tattooed chest as support so I didn't fall over. When my butt hole was inches from his erect cock, Malcolm reached up, held onto my waist and said "Ok little fag, I'll hold you up. I want you to guide my cock up your boy-pussy by yourself, you got it?" "Yes, sir!" I replied and did as I had been told. I reached under me, grabbed my spit-covered butt cheeks and pulled them wide apart. "Now lower yourself, faggot." Again, I obeyed him and slowly started to lower myself, until the fat cock head touched my slimy butt hole. "Come on, we don't have all day long for us, kid. Lower yourself on my big, black cock. Your father here said you can take cock, now prove it!" I rubbed my ass against the tip of Malcolm's throbbing cock. Then, with one hand spreading my butt cheeks and the other guiding the long, black cock, I lowered himself a little more, getting the first four inches of black cock into my little ass. "There we go," Malcolm said letting me go and use my own, little weight to impale myself on his thick, black cock, all the way down, until the black man's wiry pubes scratched my tender bum. "UUUAHHHHHRGGgg! YEEESSSSsssss, sir!" I purred out with a satisfied sigh. "I like your present! I REALLY like it, sir!" "Show me how much, kid! Fuck yourself on my black cock!" ordered Malcolm. Then, he turned to my father, watching open mouthed at the big, black dick being swallowed by his 9-year-old son. "Close your fucking mouth, man, or you might catch a fly!" and grinned. I started to self-fuck myself on Malcolm's long dick, tightening my ass ring as I slowly raised to the point only the head was still into me, and then suddenly letting go and dropping with all my weight on the man's crotch, impaling myself on all of the 10" inch-long, black dick. Malcolm's dick head massaged my love button in the process, getting me closer and closer to a shattering dry orgasm with every stroke. When Malcolm felt me approaching the point of no return, he grabbed me by the waist and pulled me down on his groin, holding me still. At the same time, he pushed up with his hips, trying to bury every inch of his black, pulsating cock into my bowels, pubes and balls included if that was possible. He turned to my father and ordered, "Man, get your ass here and let the fucking bitch suck you dry!" And that's exactly what my father did. He pushed his hard cock into my mouth, as deeper as possible and started to skull-fuck me. Malcolm took over from where he'd left, ramming his big cock in and out of my overstretched ass hole. It didn't take long for them to reach a powerful orgasm, flooding both my ends with huge loads of warm cum. I wouldn't be honest if I said I didn't like it, that I didn't have my powerful dry orgasm. In fact, I loved the intense afternoon of sex with my dad and his young black friend Malcolm. Nothing to regret. From that fateful afternoon, Malcolm and my father often fucked me: at home, in the Camaro, even at the park. The thrill of being in public places with a little (and mostly willing) kid impaled on their cocks only added to their excitement. I met Malcolm also when I was home alone, or he had his house for himself; sometime we were alone, some other time he showed up with Ty and they immensely loved to "tag team" me. The affair only lasted a couple of months: right after summer break, Malcolm was shoot dead by a rough white cop while "suspiciously" running in the park at dawn... He was just training for a cross-country run. Everyone at The Gardens were devastated. My father returned to be the asshole he used to be, beating me for no reason. He stopped fucking me, tho. Luckily, I still had Ty and Andy to "comfort" me... ******* My stories on Nifty: https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/incest/little-alex/ - The Mother of all my stories https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/young-friends/little-alex-friends - A spin-off adventure among Alex's friends https://www.nifty.org/nifty/bisexual/incest/little-alex-jenny-and-the-machine - A Bisex variation with a little sister https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/sf-fantasy/a-romanian-in-paris/ - A dark fantasy packed with young, nasty boys.. https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/incest/the-devil-lives-in-paris/ - Remastered version of A Romanian in Paris, with a different twist https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/i-am-back - An hommage to fellow Author Norfolkandgood https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/incest/midnight-express-to-neverland/ - A story in the suburbs of Chicago, inspired by the novel Christiane F.