Date: Fri, 15 May 2020 07:01:50 +0000
From: whipped@protonmail.com
Subject: Leicester Farms

The following is a total work of fiction. It is based on no real events
and no real people and everyone portrayed in the story is over eighteen.

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Part 1

Benjamin Dade, like the rest of his neighborhood, fought the building of
the government housing complex on the edge of his neighborhood. People
moved into Leicester Farms because it was safe and high-end. They knew
their neighbors would be well-off. A little bit of it was racism too. The
entire area had only one minority and he was the asian adopted son of two
white lawyers.

Then the government decided to build low income housing near their park.
An entire complex full of the poor and not white.
Some of his neighbors panicked and threw fits and even moved out.
Benjamin figured he'd wait and see.
It was a life-changing decision.

Benjamin was a pretty typical suburban man in his fifties. He weighed 220
pounds and was 5'11. He wasn't quite balding, but he was getting salt and
pepper hair and a belly. He kept his face clean shaven for work. He
wasn't pasty, but nobody doubted from his skin tone that he was Irish.

His big ritual, for years, was to stop at the park before heading home.
It gave him time to destress and get ready to deal with his kids and wife
and all the noise and mess he would walk into. His bench was quiet and a
place to reflect.

Before Darry Mooreland Apartments, anyway.

His bench was now a front row to Latin boys playing basketball and
soccer. Every day, no matter how late he came, they were there.

At first, he tried to ignore them. But it was impossible. They were loud
and yelling in Spanish and everytime one walked by he'd get the strong
smell of cologne and teenage sweat.

They also grabbed their junk, constantly.

It took Ben two weeks of watching to figure out what was going on. One of
them was constantly being bullied. He looked younger and was built real
small. Most of the guys were close to six feet and he was around 5'6. Ben
thought his name was Puto, at first, but they also called him Marco. They
all called him names and shoved him, but they didn't beat him up or
anything.

But they did sometimes vanish with him for a few minutes.

The moment it clicked was when the guy they called Juan vanished with the
kid behind the park trash dumpster and then came back. Juan was smiling
and the kid's whole face was flushed.

There was also what had to be cum on his chin.

Juan noticed me watching them and winked.

I skipped the park for the next few days.

Having seen that cum on Marcos chin changed everything. I found myself
watching for the other guys to take him behind the dumpster and it got me
hard. They all knew I knew too and they got more blatant. They'd call him
a faggot and a cocksucker in front of me and grab themselves and ask if I
wanted some.

I wasn't gay. I had a wife and two kids. I'd never done anything with a
guy. But something about the way they treated Marco was hot.

I came in my pants the first time I saw them fuck him.

It was later than normal when I arrived at the park because I had a
client dinner I had to go to after work. The park was dark, except for a
couple of lights around the basketball court.

They were just finishing up a game when I sat on the bench and I know
they saw me. All they were wearing were basketball shorts and they were
all drenched in sweat. You could tell they were freeballing because their
dicks were flopping around everytime they moved.

They didn't go behind the dumpster this time.

Juan grabbed Marco and pushed him towards me. My body tensed a little,
but he just brought him to the bench across from me. They were so close I
could smell them or even reach out my feet and touch them.

Juan pushed Marco to his knees and then brought his hands to his shorts.
Marco shook his head and then looked at me, his little baby face looking
nervous. Then he pulled Juan's shorts down.

Nothing could have prepared me for the sight of Juan's dick. It was as
sweaty as the rest of him, but at least eight inches long and
uncircumcised. He had heavy looking balls too, hanging low. And he wasted
no time.

He gripped Marcos head and forced his dick balls deep in the other boy's
throat. The kid was gagging and choking. Juan's balls were slapping the
kid's chin as Juan treated his throat like super loose pussy.

Then Juan sat down on the bench and just relaxed while Marco sucked him.
Juan kept looking right at me, moaning, while getting blown.
Occasionally, he would wink and start thrusting his hips deep to make
Marco choke.

It was like he was putting on a show for me.

Then Juan shouted in Spanish, "Rico, a la mierda este maricón."

Rico was probably the ugliest guy in the group. He was 6 foot, but fat.
Probably 30 pounds heavier than me. He had one of those wispy mustaches
boys get when they can't really grow facial hair.

He didn't waste anytime.

He came over to the bench and got on his knees behind Marco. I watched as
he pulled the boys shorts down and saw the kids ass for like two seconds.
It looked smooth and tight. I was shocked by how hard Marcos was. Then
Rico took his shorts off and I watched him spit on his ugly dick.

Then he shoved it into the boy.

Literally shoved. The boy bucked under him. Rico just pressed the kid's
head further down on Juan's dick and kept going.

He started talking dirty then, saying things like, "Fucking maricon...you
like that Puto...take that man dick up your faggot pussy...beg for that
shit..."

And Marco did.

He pulled his mouth off Juan's cock and went down to Juan's balls,
lapping at them with his tongue, and saying, "Please fuck me hard,
Rico...eres in dios...I'm your pussy.."

I watched Rico nut inside him. He started pounding him harder than ever,
his belly laying flat on the skinny boy's back, and then he groaned and
thrust hard.

When he pulled out, I could see the white cum leaking out of Marcos red
hole.

The next guy was there and in the kid in what seemed like seconds flat.
He lifted Marco off the ground and had him bend over standing to get
fucked.

At that point, my dick was rock hard. The other boys were crowding around
by this time. Ten of them. All talking Spanish, all hard in their shorts.

Juan finally nutted in the kid's mouth. I saw his hips thrust and his
hands grip Marcos head right as his balls pulled up. I watched the little
slut swallow his cum and even lick and suck off the spilled drops from
Juan's balls and pubes.

Another boy was in Juan's place instantly.

Juan, meanwhile, still undressed, moved until he was standing next to me.

He leaned in close, his dick flopping near my face, gripped my dick, and
said, "100 bucks and you can go next. Whichever hole you want."

And then I came. I don't know what did it. If it was the idea of fucking
Marco up the ass or using his mouth or Juan's hand on my dick or
something else.

My entire body just jerked and my load flooded my underwear.

When I realized what happened, I was mortified and scared.

Juan just laughed and said, "Go home, gringo, unless you want your pussy
or throat fucked."

I fled.