Date: Fri, 3 Dec 2010 06:02:44 -0800 (PST)
From: niftystories2000@yahoo.com
Subject: THE HIGH SCHOOL STUDENTS AND THE CUBAN BOYS

This is an absolutely fictional story about high school students and younger
kids having sex.  If you don't like this idea or are under 18, what are you
doing here?  Go elsewhere.  If you do like the idea, read on, and remember --
your fantasies can almost always be more excellent than what happens in real
life, but if real life happens, just sit back and enjoy!

They found him sitting on a bench in the park.  He looked good to them, very
good.  They were four kids from the local high school -- 17-year-old senior Matt
LeGrande, his best friend, 17-year-old senior Jake Bryan, 16-year-old junior
Steve Watson, and 16-year-old junior Bart Buchanan.  Once a week they went out
trawling on Friday night to the local park to find some street kid to have some
fun with.  They came from the rich side of town, and they were all from
prominent families.  Matt's dad was a banker.  He was his only son, nearly six
feet tall, with a blond crew cut and the muscles that came to him from four
years on the high school wrestling team.  Jake's dad was a lawyer in town, he
had a younger brother.  He was just 5'4, but he spent an hour at the gym every
day and had big muscles as a result of it.  Steve lived with his grandparents,
his parents having been killed in a car accident when he was three.  He didn't
much remember them, but they left him a trust fund of several tens of millions
of dollars from which he got a very generous allowance.  Steve was 5'6, a star
of the high school track team with the lean, muscular body of a middle-distance
runner.  And Bart's dad was an author who sold millions of copies of his crime
novels.  Bart, six weeks younger than his friend Steve, was almost six feet tall
and on the junior varsity basketball team.  The team had a bear of a coach who
made his kids work out a lot, so Bart was nothing less than buff himself.  Matt
and Jake had started to get interested in their own dicks and each other's when
they were eight.  Matt learned to jerk off first and at the very first
opportunity told his best friend about it.  The two of them beat their little
boy dicks almost raw that day, both excited to be doing it, and both excited
about doing it with a buddy.  The two of them got older, their dicks got bigger,
but even after they got hair around their penises and started to have sperm,
they still got off on smaller boys who had neither.

Matt found Steve in a chat room for teenage gays when he was a freshman in high
school and Steve was in eighth grade.  The two of them looked at each other on
their Webcams, liked what they saw, and spent a happy half-hour jerking off and
talking about what they enjoyed.  When Steve said that he liked boys younger
than himself, Matt asked how young, and Steve said well, he didn't want to sound
like a pervert or anything, and Matt said, I like them when they're still
smooth, and Steve nodded and said, Me too.  Of course, Matt had had hair and
sperm only for a year and a half or so and Steve for eight months, but that
didn't matter to either of them.  They talked about watching young boys get it
on and both blasted hot, massive loads at the same time.  The next day Matt
introduced Steve to Jake.  Steve told them that he had a buddy who liked to jerk
off with him and also liked to talk about young boys while he was beating off.
So that's how Bart joined them.  A couple of weeks later they decided that
talking about naked boys was one thing, but actually seeing one was something
else.  It was Jake who suggested bicycling over to the other side of town, which
was literally and figuratively on the wrong side of the tracks. It took them six
minutes to find a kid in the park who said Sure when they suggested that they go
and have some fun together and said that they'd give him a hundred bucks if he
played nice.  He wanted to know what kind of game they wanted to play, and when
Matt asked him if he liked to play naked, he said Sure again.  His name was
Rusty, and he was nine years old.  The teens took him back to Steve's house,
because his grandparents were very old, went to bed at 9:00 PM every night, and
didn't hear anything, much less what was going on down in the basement.  The
teens took Rusty down to the cellar and told him to take his clothes off.  He
didn't mind, and a minute later he was standing there, naked with his little
penis there for all to see.  Rusty didn't bat an eye when Matt, Jake, Steve and
Bart got naked, too, and when they pointed out that they had boners and he
didn't, the nine-year-old  took his dick between his fingers and rubbed it up to
a surprising four or more inches -- definitely a grower, not a shower, this kid.
When Jake asked him if he knew what a blowjob was, Rusty nodded and said that it
was when someone sucked someone's dick.  When Jake then asked whether he'd be
willing to give them blowjobs, Rusty looked dubious for a minute, but then he
remembered that he was getting $100 for it, which was a lot of money, and it was
all OK for him.  He went around the room sucking each of the four dicks in turn,
and to his credit, his own penis didn't flag for a minute.  He wasn't very good
at it at first, but the teenagers taught him, and by the time they were ready to
cum, he was taking almost all of the length of their dicks into his mouth at
once and playing with their balls while he did.  Rusty winced a little bit when
Bart's 13-year-old penis erupted in his mouth, and some of the cum dripped out
the corners of his mouth, but then he got the hang of that, too, and every drop
of cum from 13-year-old Steven, 14-year-old Jake and 14-year-old Matt went
straight down into his gullet.  Then the teenagers did what they would do with
each of the boys they brought down into grandpa's basement.  They fell on him
and, for the next five or six minutes, kissed him, licked his sexy little body,
sucked his dick, licked his balls and asshole and brought him to the mountaintop
of ecstasy that he had never come anywhere close to before.  They gave him his
hundred dollars and bus fare to get home, and as he was leaving, back in his
cheap jeans and denim jacket, with ratty old gym shoes on his feet, Rusty said
thank you with all of the sincerity that was in him and meant every word of it.
And then he took the bus home and taught his two brothers, Frank and Dave, who
were eight, everything that he had learned from the teenagers, and although
Frank and Dave knew how to masturbate (what kid in a family of brothers
doesn't?), they had never experienced a blow job or someone licking their body
or someone licking their puckered butthole or someone kissing them hard on the
lips, and their orgasms were just as powerful as their brother's had been a
couple of hours earlier.

And so the four troubadours set out each Friday evening -- early evening at
first, because they were, after all, not that old themselves, later evening
later, when they had proven to their parents that they could be trusted to come
home when told to.   Sometimes they failed to find a kid in one of the three
parks they trawled, but most often the $100 was plenty to get a boy naked, boned
and eager.  So now, here they were, three weeks before Matt and Jake's high
school graduation.  It was a beautiful night in late May, and they were full of
high spirits.  Jake spotted the kid on the bench first, and they observed him
from afar for a bit.  He had dark skin, like an Italian, or maybe a Hispanic,
and for a distance he looked to be maybe 10 years old.  They walked up to him
and saw that no, he was a bit older, because he had just a shadow of a moustache
on his upper lip.  They were about to go further and find a kid who didn't have
any hair yet, because that was their yen, but then the boy spoke to them.

"Hey, chicos," he said.  Cuban or Puerto Rican obviously.  "I know who you is.
You dem guys who give kids a c-note to suck your dicks, right?"  The four
teenagers looked at one another.  This was a first.  "Don't worry," the kid went
on.  "I ain't no narc.  But if you dudes give up five hundred, I give you the
ride of your life."

Jeff chuckled.  "You're that good?"

The kid looked at him implacably.  "Not just me, chico.  Me an' my brothers."

"Yeah?  And where are your brothers?"

The kid raised a finger and wagged it.  "Not so fast, chico.  Show me de money."

Jake shook his head.  "Uh, uh.  Brothers first, money later, dude."

The kid stretched on the bench, yawned and spread his legs.  He was wearing a
pair of cutoffs and a sleeveless T-shirt, with dirty gym shoes and no socks on
his feet.  It was clear that this was a kid who already had some muscles on
him.  As they stood there, the kid put his right hand on the front of his shorts
and gave a couple of rubs.

"I know you likes de little boy dicks," he said.  "But you ain't seen what
Rico's got.  Worth a Benjamin right dere.  Wanna peek?"

The teenagers didn't say anything.  This was the most any kid had ever said to
them before agreeing to go and have some fun for a hundred bucks.  But Rico
obviously wasn't going anywhere, at least not yet.  He was just sitting there
with a smirk on his face.

"OK, what've you got that's worth 100 bucks?"  That was Steve. He was always
horny and wanting to move things along.

The kid looked both ways and then opened the top button of his cutoffs and
pulled down the zipper.  He put a hand inside, and when he pulled out what was
in there, the teens were agape.  That had to be a seven-incher right there, and
it wasn't even particularly hard.  Holy baseball bat, Batman!  Rico gave his fat
uncut tool a couple of slow strokes, still looking up at the four of them with
sleepy eyes and a smirk on his lips.  He gave them a good look and then tucked
himself back in.  "So whaddya say?"

"You said something about brothers?"  This was from Matt.  Matt's family was the
richest of the four, but he was known to be something of a tightwad.


"Yeah, I said somethin' about brothers," the kid on the bench mimicked him.  "We
good for five c's?"


"Let's see the brothers," Matt said.  "Where are they?"

The kid inserted two fingers in his mouth and gave a whistle that could probably
be heard in the next county over.  The teens heard rustling behind them, and
when they turned around, there were three boys coming toward them, all of them
dressed in the same outfit of cutoffs and T-shirts, no socks, just gym shoes.
They were all dark like Rico, and they all had a bit of a swagger to them.  They
came over to stand next to their brother at the bench.

Rico pointed a thumb at the biggest of them.  "Dis here's Ernesto, he 11.  I'm
12, since you di'n ask."  He pointed at the other two.  "Dem's Arturo and
Diego.  Dey nine years old, and dey twins."  The last statement was
unnecessary.  Arturo and Diego were as identical as two peas in a pod.  The
three boys just stood there, staring at the teenagers, all of them just as
implacable as their older brother.

Rico gave a cough.  "You guys look like you seen a ghost.  So what about the
money?"  He grinned and added, "Dey all got big dicks just like Rico."

"You'll get the money when we're finished," Matt said.  "Let's go."

Rico stayed on the bench.  "Uh-uh.  We ain't goin' nowhere with you guys.  Ain't
you heard of stranger danger?"  There was a mocking tone in his voice.  "What's
wrong with right here?"

"Here?"  There was a slight tone of panic in Bart's voice.  "There's people
here."

Rico turned his dark eyes on him.  "I don't mean right here on the bench,
chico.  I ain't stupid.  Dere's a place just inside dese trees dat's good."

The teenagers stepped away and conferred.  They'd never been given instructions
by one of their boys before, and they had never had sex at the park, either.
But it was the big tool that was between Rico's legs that overcame any doubt
that they had, and so Matt went back to him and said, "OK, show us where.  But
like I said, you'll get the money when we're finished.  We're not stupid either
... chico."

Rico smiled a lazy smile.  "Now you talkin' ... mister gentleman."  He got up from
the bench and snapped his fingers. "Ernesto, please show these fine gentlemens
where we gonna get naked with them."  Without a word, Ernesto turned around and
disappeared among the trees, the twins following him.  Rico looked back at the
teenagers.  "What'ya waiting for?  We don't bite."  He laughed and disappeared
into the trees also.  The teenagers, all four of whom had whopping and
ball-busting boners in their pants, had no choice but to follow.

"What if he's got a knife?", Bart whispered as they were pushing their way
through the brambles and shrubbery of the park.  Jake poked him with his elbow.
"Don't be stupid.  We can take them if we need to."

The teenagers could hear the four Hispanic boys up ahead, and in a couple of
minutes they found themselves in something of a clearing.  It was shadowy, but
as it was still light outside, there was plenty of light for them to see what
there was to see.  And that was four Cuban or Puerto Rican or Nicaraguan -- who
knew, who cared? -- boys standing there buck-ass naked, just their gym shoes on
their feet, their shirts and shorts placed neatly on the ground to one side.
Rico hadn't been lying.  Ernesto, if he really was 11, also had an uncommonly
large penis for such a young boy -- probably six inches, while the twins, who
were nothing less than beautiful, were lightly fingering tools that were five
inches if they were a millimeter.  Rico was stroking his tool, which looked to
be too big for a kid twice his age.  Hard, it was probably closer to eight
inches than to seven.  He had a little bit of pubic hair around the thick shaft,
and his balls seemed to be hanging halfway to his knees.

"So," Rico said when the teenagers were standing in the clearing with him and
his brothers.  "You guys gonna keep your clothes on?  Makes it harder."  The
mocking tone was still there.  The four teens quickly undressed, and when they,
like the boys before them, were naked except for their shoes, the kid gave a
sarcastic little whistle.  "Pretty big dicks," he said.  "Don't know if me and
my brothers can get such big dicks in our mouths."  One of the twins giggled.
Rico turned to them and said something in Spanish, and the next thing the
teenagers knew, there was a boy in front of each of them, then the boy was on
his knees, and then the boy had the teen's cock in his mouth.  Rico inhaled
Matt's eight inches of athlete bone.  Ernesto was licking the shaft of Jake's
seven-and-a-half.  One of the twins had Steven's seven inches buried right down
to the back of his throat.  The other was suckling on the tip of  Bart's
six-and-a-half incher.  And then they went to town.  They sucked, they licked,
they slurped, they drooled, and it was not more than a minute later that Matt
was frantically trying to push Rico away and saying that he didn't wanna cum
yet, he didn't wanna ... but Rico stayed plugged on, and Matt almost keeled over
with the power of the orgasm that blasted through his muscular body.  At the
same moment, Jake was groaning and delivering his load to Ernesto, Steven was
almost collapsing with the power of the orgasm that was filling up one twin's
mouth, and Bart was whimpering like a puppy as the other twin sucked down every
bit of cum that his balls had to give.

Rico sat back on his haunches, wiped his mouth with the crook of his hand, and
gave a sardonic grin.  "Didn't know you guys was so, so ..." He said something in
Spanish to Ernesto, who said "premature."  "Yeah," Rico said.  "Didn't know you
was so premature."  He gave a little chuckle.

Matt was still too dazed to recognize, much less respond to the fact that he was
being made fun of.  "Dude," he sputtered.  "Nobody, and I mean nobody has ever
sucked my cock like that."

"We's four," Rico said.  "We gots lots of practice, chio.  We all sleep in one
bed like all the Cubans do.  One of us get a boner, the others knows what to
do."

Then he stood up.  His cock was so heavy that it wasn't really standing up, it
was sort of drooping downward.  He gave it a squeeze.  "Me and my brothers ... we
like getting blowjobs from muchachos blancos.  Bet you ca'n do me fast as I did
you."

Well, Matt LeGrande was nothing if not competitive, and when he took two steps
toward Rico, took him by the shoulders, gave him a kiss on the lips and dropped
down to his knees, Jake, Steven and Bart followed suit.  Bart, who was a polite
boy, looked up at his twin and said, "What's your name?"  The twin grinned and
said "I'm Arturo.  Or maybe I'm Diego.  Does it matter?"  Bart had to admit that
it did not, and he gave a happy sigh as he looked at Arturo or Diego's rock-hard
uncut boner and dove in.  Like the four brothers, the four teenagers were not
inexperienced cocksuckers -- they had all sucked each other's cocks more times
than they could remember, and each of them had fuck buddies on the sidelines
whom they sometimes shared.  Rico was right, though.  Even Matt couldn't get his
big dick to give up its goodies in a minute.  It took nearly four minutes, and
although Matt could tell that Rico was trying not to cum, he wasn't about to let
him, and soon enough Rico was groaning "Si, si!" and then Matt was rewarded with
a literal flood of cum rocketing out of the big-dicked pre-teen's swinging
balls.  Eduardo, whose eleven-year-old penis was being expertly sucked by Jake,
heard his brother cumming and let go himself.  Jake wasn't expecting any cum
from a kid that young, but he got two spurts and quite a few drops on his tongue
anyway, and savored them.  The twins were yipping as Steve and Bart brought them
to their climaxes.  At the very same second, both of them grabbed their teen by
the back of the head and rammed their near six inches in to let them throb and
dance through a spectacular dry orgasm.

When the four young Cubans stopped panting, Rico took a step back and looked
down at Matt, still on his knees.  "You gots a boner again, chico.  Rico turn
you on that much?"  Matt looked up and him and could only nod like a dope.  He
realized his tongue was hanging out, and he quickly put it back in his mouth.

"We do you again," Rico said.  "No extra-- dis one's on the Menendez brothers."
He said something in Spanish again, and the four Cubans rotated one to their
left -- Rico on Jake, Ernesto on Steve, Arturo or Diego on Bart, and Diego or
Arturo on Matt.  This time the four teenagers were bound and determined to last
longer than before, but they were soon helpless again under the ministrations of
the Cuban boys.  Matt couldn't believe that a nine-year-old could suck cock like
such a pro, and that thought alone brought him three steps closer to an orgasm
into Arturo's slurping mouth.  Then the little Cuban did something Matt was
totally not expecting.  He reached around his hips and poked a finger straight
up Matt's tight asshole.  The finger felt around a little bit and then hit
Matt's prostate with deadly precision, and that was all it took.  Matt roared
and he trembled, and his cum exploded out of his cock.  He dimly heard his
friends groaning and gasping as their cocks were forced to let go and let their
balls empty out one more time.  The four Cubans swallowed every drop of cum that
was splashing into their mouths, and when they were finished, they licked each
of the four penises perfectly clean.

Matt felt like there was nothing he wanted to do more at that moment than just
curl up in the grass underneath his feet and go to sleep, maybe with Rico in his
muscular arms.  He had never in his life had two orgasms of such power and
magnitude in such quick succession.  Rico was standing up, Rico was giving him a
hug, Rico's tongue was in his mouth, Rico's hands were all over his body.  Matt
couldn't remember being in such heaven ever before.

But everything has to come to an end sooner or later.  The Cubans and the
teenagers all put their clothes back on, and Matt fished his wallet out of his
hip pocket.  He took out five hundred-dollar bills and handed them to Rico who
gave him a sardonic little bow.  Then he thought about it some more and took out
another hundred.  "You deserve a tip," he said.  "Like I said before, nobody has
ever sucked my cock like that."

Rico pocketed the money and gave Matt the first sincere smile of the evening.
"Thanks, chico.  Dis means me and the boys has steak for dinner tonight.  No
refried beans, eh?"  He clapped Matt on the shoulder and produced a grin. "You
all right for an old guy," he said.  "You wanna come out to the park some other
time, me and the brothers ... we be here.  All you gotta do is whistle.  Like
dis."  And again he put two fingers in his mouth, and his whistle made birds
rise out of the trees above them.  Then he looked at Matt and said, "Next time
maybe free.  You suck cock pretty good, too, chico."  And then he snapped his
fingers, and a minute later he and his brothers were gone.  But not far enough
that they didn't hear Rico calling back to them:  "I lie to you, chicos.  I turn
13 three weeks ago."

The four teenagers stood there, still in something of a daze.  For the past
couple of years they had had their dicks sucked by young boys almost every
Friday night, but no one had ever produced the results that these four had.
They weren't just boys, they were voodoo boys, magic boys.  They trudged back to
Matt's SUV, and as they were opening the doors, Jake said, "So -- anyone know how
to whistle like that?"  That cracked them all up, and they drove back to Steve's
house laughing.  Without saying it, they all thought that they could probably
get up another bone or two down in Steve's grandparents' basement.  Their dicks
were still tingling from the thorough blowing that they had received.  And they
also all thought, without saying it, that yeah, they'd be back.  And before
then, they'd learn to whistle.