Date: Mon, 6 Apr 2020 16:43:07 +0000 (UTC)
From: Boy Daddy <badgod69@yahoo.com>
Subject: BOY DADDY, Pt. 21

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BOY DADDY, Part 21

Within a few weeks, Ben had become a regular fixture at our place, though
he also spent a lot of time at Jenny's.

Nick lived at home with Jenny and Leda but spent as much time as he could
at my and Sam's place, so between the two locations, Ben and Nick were able
to hook-up pretty much whenever they wanted.

While Ben was fucking her little boy on the sly (as well as her husband and
daughter), Jenny was falling heavily for Ben as the weeks went on, and Ben
mentioned that Jenny had asked him to move in.

We even discussed whether he should ask Jenny to marry him, an idea I
thought was the perfect set-up.  Nick thought so, too.

Sam never did take to Ben, really.  He tolerated him and thought it was
funny that I enjoyed having sex with him, too, but Sam rarely engaged Ben
in sex-play.  I guessed that jealousy played at least a small part in his
dislike for the man.

I kind of had it all at that period.  Sam and I were for all intents and
purposes partners, tighter than ever, and we continued sharing the girls he
brought home from school or met in various places.  I'd frequently bring
home a bitch I picked up in a bar or met somewhere or other, and Sam loved
sharing these women even more than the high school bitches.

Leda had worked fast to seduce Ben on her own, before he even had a chance
to make a move on her.  When he told me they'd fucked in her bedroom while
Jenny was making dinner, I opened a bottle of champagne, and we celebrated
by getting drunk and having sex while he gave me all the details.

Hilariously, Nick still charged Ben for sex, but they had worked out a
deal.  If Nick initiated sex-play -- and it happened, believe me -- there
was no fee.  But if Ben initiated it, Nick charged him $3K for the
privilege.  At first Nick had demanded $5K, but he relented and gave Ben
what Nick termed `the family discount'.  Both seemed content with this
arrangement, and Nick was quickly amassing a small fortune for a 12-year
old.  Ben thought it was cute.

The dynamic between them was fascinating.  Nick dominated Ben and Ben
willingly let him do it.  In many ways, Nick treated him like his personal
servant.  He was frequently demeaning and dismissive, or bossy and
demanding with his big, hairy boyfriend.  Ben eventually told me he got off
on "being a slave to a hot little boy", so I figured if they were both into
it, more power to them.

Gradually, Nick brought his buddies into Ben's orbit, and they were
unbelievably easy to convince to let Ben molest them, though Nick certainly
didn't call it that.  He called it `playing'.

When the boys were told they'd be paid a thousand dollars each just for
letting Ben `play' with their bodies along with a solemn promise not to
tell, they argued over who would get to go first.

The privilege fell to the youngest of Nick's buddies, an 11-year old named
Jake who had attended Nick's sleepover birthday party.

After spending an hour alone with Ben, Jake left our place with a wad of
$100 bills in his pocket, a throbbing asshole, and a regular appointment
for weekly hook-ups.

Ben was thrilled with Jake and told us later that the boy's ass was
exquisite, plump with some baby fat still, though he wasn't impressed with
the perfunctory way Jake had sucked his cock after they'd fucked.  But he
said Jake was trainable and "a good investment at a measly thousand bucks a
fuck."

A few days later, Nick brought Brian over to play with Ben.  Nick wanted to
watch while they played, and since Brian didn't mind, Nick sat and observed
for a bit before joining in on the fun.  The three of them played until
they just couldn't any longer.  Brian was beaming when he left to bicycle
home, with a thousand dollars in one pocket and an additional $300 in the
other.  Ben had tipped him for being such a noisy boy.

As a confirmed pederast, Ben was happier than a pig rolling in filth.

Cisco, the feisty Mexican boy, was too experienced for Ben's tastes, and
though their session went fine, Ben wasn't interested in having him again.

Of course, all of Ben's encounters with the kids were filmed.  We had a
more-or-less permanent videocam set up on a cheap tripod in our unused
bedroom, what used to me my `official' bedroom, though we had now all taken
to calling it Nick-and-Ben's room, since that's where they fucked and slept
together whenever they could.  Ben would just press the cam's record button
after he closed the bedroom door behind whatever boy's turn it was, and
that was it.

I wasn't willing to share Scotty with him yet, so we held off on bringing
them together.  I was still training Scotty in the arts of perversion, and
besides that, he had a major crush on me which I wasn't about to let
anything alter.

The months flew by, and with them our birthdays.  I was now 28, Leda was
14, Sam was 16, and Nick was halfway to 13.

In June, at long last, Leda told us guys that she was pregnant.  I couldn't
have been happier, but she wasn't so sure.  She had no idea who the father
was, which to me made it even hotter.

Jenny was the last to be told, of course, and I went with Leda when she
finally told her.  At first, Jenny freaked-out as expected, but she
eventually shifted gears and promised to do everything she could to make
sure Leda had the best medical- and child-care.

Jenny's first question, naturally, was who's the father?

We had decided that Leda would say she wasn't sure, it might be one of
three boys, that she didn't care which boy it was, and that she didn't want
the father involved anyway.

Jenny cried a little when she heard that and asked what she'd done wrong to
make Leda behave so promiscuously.

It all got patched up and Jenny ended up holding Leda in her arms while
they both cried, mostly out of happiness, and I took off to go skate with
Sam.

I assumed the father must be Ryan, the stinky redheaded boy with a
horse-cock who had also been at Nick's sleep-over.  Leda and Ryan had been
dating for a few months, though they weren't really having a relationship
much beyond fucking their brains out every time they met.

I'd been fantasizing about them fucking whenever I jerked-off for several
months.  Somehow or other, Leda always morphed into me getting fucked by
Ryan's huge prick.  He'd be slamming into me, really punching my guts with
his red-haired cock, low-hanging balls slapping my ass; his strong sweat
stink would cloud my senses, the moist feel of his pale, scrawny body under
my hands would make me shoot cum like a geyser.  Ryan was the epitome of
`young, dumb, and full of cum'.  Yeah, the kid really fueled my lust.

Of course, my boys and I, and now Ben, had sex with Leda all the time, too,
so it really was a mystery as to who had seeded her.

We decided to place bets on who we thought the father was.  We made a game
out of it to make her pregnancy even more fun and exciting.  Stakes were
pretty high, $10K each.  It was a lot of money, but we could all afford it,
so why not?  Even Leda joined in on the bet after we agreed to front her
the money.

About a third of the way into her pregnancy, Ben came over one evening with
an unreadable expression on his face.  I poured him a drink while he sat
and lit a joint before he said anything beyond, "Hey, what's up" as he came
in.

He downed his drink and took a deep drag on the joint.  Exhaling, he said,
"Jenny's pregnant."

I was stunned into momentarily silence, then roared in a rush of laughter
and surprise.

"What the fuuuuck?!?  No way!  Holy shit, that is AWWWESOMMME!"

His expression went from flat to dazed happiness in a matter of seconds.

"Is it yours?" I almost squealed.

"Yeah; I mean she said she hasn't had sex with anyone but me for months."

"Woooow, dude, that is so amazing!  Another kid on the way, bro, maybe a
boy!"  I was grinning and laughing like a fool.  I couldn't believe our
good luck.

"So.  What do you wanna do?  You gonna stick around, or bale, or...what?" I
asked.

"Man, I don't know...  It'd be perfect really, but do I move in with her,
or have her move in with me, or what?  It'd be a helluva commute for me if
I moved here."

"Well, I know Nick wouldn't move from here, he'd want to live with me.
You'd have a hard time hooking-up with him if you moved.  Are you willing
to not be able to see him all the time?  That's the real question.  At
least it would be for me," I said.

"Yeah, that's the biggest hurdle I'm dealing with.  No, I'm not willing to
lose easy access to him, so I guess that means I have to figure out a way
to make it work with me living here..."

He was clearly thinking things through as we talked.  He needed someone to
bounce ideas back and forth with him, and I was happy to help.

"Dude, this will be amazing, it's an incredible opportunity for us, all of
us!  We could take a huge family vacation somewhere, think of the sneaky
fun we could have, right under Jenny's nose!  So. Much. FUN!"

I hadn't been this excited about something since I was a kid.

"I guess I could re-arrange my schedule, have my staff re-group while I
work remotely, maybe go in once or twice a week..." he said.

"Dude, we gotta have a celebration!  Let's get everybody together and go
out to dinner somewhere nice," I chattered.  "We'll honor the new moms,
it'll all be for Jenny and Leda!"

Ben nodded while he laughed at my excitement.

He pulled me into his side and gave me a fierce kiss, filling my mouth with
his thick tongue.

"Hey, Bad Boy, now you've got me all jacked-up about everything, too!" he
chuckled as he let me go.

`Bad Boy' was his nickname for me, something I wasn't wild about, but it
seemed to give him pleasure.  So, I accepted it.

"I love fuckin' `em when they're pregnant, cumming all over their fuckin'
big bellies!  And Jenny gets real horny when she's pregnant!"

"Yeah, she does," he chortled.

"So, it's decided then?  You're gonna move in with Jenny?"

"Looks like it, yep.  That's the plan."

"Then get the hell outta here and go tell Jenny the news!  She'll be
thrilled," I said.  "So will Nick."

He stood up and gave me a bear hug, nearly lifting me off my feet.

"Thanks, J.J.  That means a lot to me.  You mean a lot to me," he huffed
into my face.

When he left, I called Sam to tell him the news.

"Bro, guess what?  Mom's pregnant!  Ben knocked her up!" I purred into the
phone.

"No way," he muttered.  "Now what's gonna happen?"

"He's gonna move in with Mom, I guess," I laughed.  "Where are you anyway?"

"Chillin' with Cisco," he said.  "But I'm on my way home.  Be there in a
few."

When he got home, he looked rumpled and smelled like sex.  He and Cisco had
become good fuck buddies since the night of Nick's sleepover party.

He undressed himself while we smoked from the bong.

"Wanna suck me off?  I haven't washed it yet; still tastes like Mexican
food, probably," he said.

Whenever he was going out to fuck around with Cisco, Sam always said he was
gonna go have Mexican food.

I laughed and gave his raunchy cock a few good sniffs.  I could definitely
smell ass.

"Nah, I already ate.  Go ahead and suck yourself off and I'll fuck you
while you do it.  That's what I'm hungry for."

Sam and I had taken a break from our weekend parties, since several
pregnancies had resulted from them over the past several months.  We didn't
want anyone to start wondering why there was a spike in teen pregnancies in
the area.

But we figured it was OK to resume them after a couple of months and
decided to throw a party night just for younger kids, something we'd call
"Tween Fling", keeping it exclusively to kids between 10 and 13.  Sam
wanted it to be 8 and 14, but I decided the range was too broad.  Plus, 8
just seemed way too risky to me.

Sam agreed with me that we should tell Ben about our weekend parties, now
that he was to be a part of the family.  We figured that Nick would tell
him about what went on at our place, anyway.

So, we decided to let him come to the Tween Fling and see for himself how
we spent our weekends.  We also knew that it would be like having a kid in
a candy shop, which I thought was kinda sweet.  We'd have to keep an eye on
him.

A couple of weeks before the big party, I told Nick and his buddies to
start inviting kids they knew who'd be into partying with no parental
supervision.  It didn't take long before they had gotten a decent-sized
group of kids together and sworn them to secrecy.

At the last minute I had Sam invite some of our older teen regulars as
well, so it wouldn't be all little kids running around getting fucked-up
and drunk.

Ben at first thought we were joking when Sam and I explained what kind of
parties we hosted most weekends.  But when we showed him some of the cam
footage and photos from past parties, he was convinced and enthralled.

Since there were never adults at our events, we had to figure out a way to
introduce Ben to the kids and make his presence seem normal and
unremarkable.  Alcohol and drugs would help with that, but we had to have a
story about why he was there.

We decided to just say that Ben was a good buddy of mine from out of town
who was staying with Sam and I for a few days.  We'd also make sure to let
the kids know that Ben was a friendly, good-natured, gentle guy.  I knew
his hairiness would spook some of the younger kids, especially the girls,
and that some of them would find his extremely hairy body repellent.

Nick said he'd tell the younger kids that Ben was just like a big teddy
bear, and that he was furry, not hairy.

Ben roared with laughter when he heard that, but Nick knew what he was
talking about.  By the time the big day rolled around, the invited kids had
been warned about Ben's `furriness' and they were actually anxious to see
`the big teddy bear' for themselves.

Ben and Nick had spent the night at our place, and in the morning we all
helped prepare the house for the party.

Ben brought the beer kegs in like they weighed nothing, while the boys
prepped the rooms with supplies -- condoms, drugs, disinfectant wipes,
bottles of lube, boxes of tissues, rolls of toilet paper, hand sanitizer,
stuff like that.  I had Ben put fresh sheets on all the mattresses, then
set up the bar and party drugs table, while I finished prepping a bunch of
food and snacks.

By mid-afternoon, the place was ready for our guests and we had the
late-afternoon and early evening to ourselves.  Normally, this would mean
lazy hours of sex and drugs, but we wanted to be fresh and horny when the
kids arrived.  Hard as it was, we didn't fuck around at all, not wanting to
take the edge off our excitement.  But we did take the usual drugs and made
a good dent in a fresh bottle of whiskey.

Shortly before 7 p.m., the official start time for the party, kids began to
show up.  The first to arrive were three skinny young boys on bicycles,
clearly nervous but fronting like young thugs.  They parked their bikes but
didn't come into the house right away, working up the nerve to enter by
teasing and shoving each other in the front yard.  They were cute as hell,
and Ben was glued to the window, muttering for them to hurry up and come
inside.

Two middle school girls came pedaling up to the house and greeted the boys,
all of them giggling and taunting each other.  Once the girls had parked
their bikes, the group approached the door and Nick went to open it.  Nick
was going to take the lead on getting the younger kids settled and
comfortable.

Within the next half hour, the place began to fill up with tweens and
teens.  The older teens helped set the tone for the newbies, and the
youngsters eagerly followed their example.

We made sure that every tween took a light dose of Molly, first off, just
like the older kids already knew to do.  Then we got them stoned, before
giving them a plastic cup and pointing them to the kegs.

Nick was a great host.  He went around to all the new kids and got them to
relax and feel at ease.  Many of them already knew him from school or
through their baseball league.

There were more tween bitches than I had anticipated, which made me very
happy.  I had immediately noticed at least three of them who looked to be
no older than 10, and that got me leaking pre-cum fast.

Sam was making the rounds of the older teens, welcoming any new kids he
spotted and passing around a bowl of potent joints.

Ben and I manned the self-serve bar for a short while, just so the kids
could see us and to give us an opportunity to greet each of them as we
filled their cups with beer.

As the room heated up and the drugs took effect, clothes started coming off
and soon the house was a noisy jumble of sweaty, young, naked bodies.

The packed living room and hallway began to empty as kids started breaking
off into couples and small groups, all of them searching for a space where
they could make-out and fuck.

The sofa and mattresses in the living room were mostly put to use by the
younger kids, while the older teens made a beeline for the bedrooms.

We watched the tween boys as they made fumbling attempts at seducing the
girls, shy but determined, the Molly starting to course through their
developing bodies.

A cute, little, slutty bitch, maybe 11, tops, took the lead and went down
on one of the boys as she jerked off the two boys who flanked him.  That
was all it took, and within seconds all the other kids were at it, kissing
and licking and sucking like puppies.

I got naked in a flash and tuned to watch Ben strip.  Mostly, I wanted to
watch the kids react once they saw him naked in all his `furry' glory.

Nick had cleverly placed himself near Ben, so he could gauge and manipulate
the kids' reactions.

He casually led Ben into the center of the room and helped him get his
clothes off.  The kids weren't paying any attention to them, totally
focused on their own fun, until one of the girls saw Ben shirtless and
squealed in glee, alerting all the others.

It was hilarious and rather marvelous to see the kids take notice of the
big, handsome, hairy beast standing stark naked before them.  One by one,
they got up and moved in closer, clustering around Ben as though he were a
curiosity, if not a celebrity.

"He's like a giant stuffed animal!" Nick shouted, and the kids chuckled in
agreement.  "Look at how furry he is," he added, stepping closer to Ben and
stroking his arm and chest like a salesman presenting his wares.

I jacked my dick and felt it throb in my fist.  Nick was Ben's pimp at that
moment, and the idea enflamed me.

Skinny young arms reached out to feel the furry giant, fondling his beard,
rubbing his back and stomach, his chest and legs, some hands bold enough to
pet and squeeze the furry, meaty globes of his ass.  Nick ran his hands
through the thick forest of pubes and under Ben's hefty, hairy balls,
before letting the other kids have a feel.

At first there was a lot of giggling and some snide guffaws, but as the
tactile sensations of Ben's warm, moist, furry body electrified their
drug-sensitized hands, the laughter turned into sighs and hums of delight.

Ben was nearly trembling as he stood there, surrounded by over a dozen
pre-teen boys and girls caressing his hairy flesh.

His engorged cock jutted out from the thick jungle of hair, throbbing
obscenely, pre-cum flowing heavily and dripping onto little hands as they
stroked and petted his groin.

One little bitch started jerking him off, her petite hand sliding up and
down his slick shaft, hair growing halfway up its impressive length.

"Oh, fuck that's good," he muttered, his knees buckling from the exquisite
sensation.  The little bitch giggled.

Curiosity satisfied, the kids began to drift back to their interrupted sex
games.

As they began to move, Ben made an announcement.

"Hey, everybody! I'll give a hundred bucks to anybody who gives me a
blowjob and makes me cum!  Just give it a try and you might leave here
tonight with some cash!"

The kids laughed, thinking it was a joke.

"It's true, guys, he's rich!  He'll pay anybody who can do it," Nick
confirmed, sending a ripple of excitement through the crowded room.

No one volunteered right away, but the evening was early, and our guests
were still settling in.  I told Ben to get his money ready, because kids
offered cash always cave.  Never fails.

Ben took a slow tour of the house, stunned but thrilled by what he was
seeing, jerking himself off as he moved from room to room.

He watched the older teens fuck for a while, but the Siren call of the
living room quickly called him back.

A 13-year old boy I recognized from Nick's baseball team was on the sofa,
fucking the little bitch under him like a tiger.  The three wannabe thug
boys were watching and laughing, their fists a blur as they jerked off.
Two girls also watched, fingering their hairless pussies and cooing like
babies.

Young kids were noisily making-out on the mattresses and floor.

One very young boy, probably 9 or 10, was on his knees before a little
tween bitch, and an older teenage bitch who had wandered in to play with
the newbies.  His head was deep between the tween's legs, licking and
sniffing her cunt and making her moan.  Then he moved to the older girl's
pussy and did the same, alternating back and forth.  His buddies were
egging him on in their girlish voices with dirty talk, waiting to take
their turns.

As Ben stared at the action from the doorway, a drunken teenage boy barged
into the living room and staggered over to the sofa where the 13-year old
was still fucking like a devil.

"Lemme fuck her, dude," he slurred, giving the younger boy a rough shove
and taking the kid's place.

He loomed over the girl, a behemoth beside her tininess.  As he leaned
forward, his thick cock gouged into her little hairless cunt, making her
shriek.  He cackled in drunken glee.

"Hell yeah, THAT'S how you fuck a young pussy, dude!  Gotta make `em
SCREAM, hahaha!"

He fucked the little bitch harder, making her yelp in pain, then began
spitting in her face every time she cried out.

"Bitch, you love my big cock rippin' you up?  Fuck yeah, you do!  How
old're you anyway?" he snarled.

"Eleven," she gasped out between cries.

The younger boy who had first been fucking her snorted in derision and
laughed.

"Liar!  She's nine!" he brayed, and all the boys laughed loud.

"Whoo boy!  Hell yeah, even better!" the older boy said, really slamming
into her tortured cunt.  "The younger, the better, dudes!" he shouted, and
they all laughed again.  "For serious, the best pussy's baby pussy!"

He couldn't have been more than 17, and he already talked like an
experienced perv.  He interested me now, and I decided to follow him around
when he was finished to see what else he was into.

As he roared into his orgasm, his hips snapped into the little thing's cunt
over and over as he shot his load deep inside her.  She sobbed and moaned
as he slowed his pace, his balls draining every precious drop of sperm
before he pulled out.

Another harsh laugh came out of him as he leaned back on his haunches and
surveyed the demolished little bitch beneath him.

Abruptly leaning forward, he whacked his slimy cock against her mouth, then
wiped his prick off using her sweaty, tangled hair as a cum rag.

Climbing off her, he stumbled into the watching kids but regained his
balance with a certain drunken dignity.

"Who's the youngest bitch here?" he bellowed.  "I'm gonna fuck the youngest
bitch here!"  He laughed and then belched loudly.

"Come on out, lil' bitches, I'm gonna fuck your baby pussies!"  The tween
kids snickered at his embarrassing drunkenness.

Leaning heavily against the wall, he bent double and placed his hands on
his knees.

"Aw fuck, I'm wasted!  I gotta fuck some young pussy, dude, as young as I
can get it...I gotta have it..."

He continued mumbling and talking to himself as I leaned next to him
against the wall.  Most of the other kids had already dispersed in search
of new fun.

"Dude, you fucked that little bitch good!" I laughed, brushing his shoulder
with mine.

"Fuckin' right I did!" he laughed back, trying to focus on me.

"I'm J.J., by the way.  What's your name, how old are you?"

"Hunter, gonna be 17 next month," he said.

"Short for `Pussy Hunter', huh?" I laughed.  He was too fucked-up to
realize what I'd said.

I nudged him hard, just to keep him conscious.  "You like young pussy,
huh?"

"Hell yeah, love young pussy, it's the best; all fresh and tight and
virgin..."

"What's the youngest cunt you ever fucked?" I asked conspiratorially.

"Aw, dude, I don't even know..."  He laughed again.  "Younger than that
bitch I just breeded, definitely."

"Nice," I said.  I was impressed.

He tried to focus his eyes on me again, but it only made him cross-eyed.
He closed his eyes, then sighed and grinned.

"My little sister...she's 7," he slurred, almost giggling.

I waited for him to go on, but he said nothing more.

"Yeah?  That's cool," I said.

He chuckled.  "I fucked her," he said in a loud stage-whisper, then
guffawed loudly.

"I fuck her all the time, dude!" he shouted, then slid down the wall and
sat on the floor.

I sat next to him.  He leaned heavily against me, his body damp and slick
with sweat.  He felt good against me and I shifted my weight so we'd be
pressed even closer together.

"Dude, you better not yell that out, you don't wanna get busted!" I said,
giving him a friendly squeeze.

"Fuck yeah!" he mumbled.

"When'd you start doin' her?" I asked.

"I don't know, maybe last year?  How the fuck should I know...?"

He was so drunk that his head flopped on to my shoulder because his neck
would no longer support it.  I nuzzled his hair and inhaled its sweaty,
musty smell.

"Is it good, is she any good?"

He raised his head off my shoulder, then looked at me and laughed, his
breath reeking of beer.

"Duuude....it's AWESOME!  Baby pussy!"  He awkwardly rose to his feet and
began to stumble towards the hallway.

As I got up to follow him, Sam came into the room and sauntered over to me.

"Kids cave for cash, you're right about that!" he said, smiling.  "Beast's
already paid out four-hundred bucks."

`Beast' was what he called Ben.

"Seriously?  Anybody make him cum yet?" I asked.

"Nah, but he's payin' `em anyway just for tryin'.  So more are lining up,
now.  Come on, you gotta see this."

He led me into our bedroom, where Ben sat on the edge of the bed, his furry
legs spread wide.  A hot, blond, high school bitch (with luscious tits),
named Lindsey, knelt between his muscular thighs as her head bobbed up and
down on his prick.  Lindsey prided herself on being a talented cocksucker,
and from first-hand experience, I knew that she truly was.

She had to stop repeatedly to spit or pick stray pubes out of her mouth.
My cock gave a lazy lurch every time it happened.

I knew that Ben had little interest in being sucked-off by Lindsey.  What
he really wanted was a line of young boys willing to suck his dick for a
hundred dollars.

As the big-tittied bitch kept working on his dick, Ben wrapped her long
blond hair around his fist and guided her head under his furry balls to his
asshole, holding her there until she yanked her head away from his grasp.

"You like that?" he asked her.  "You like it down there?  Now suck that."

Somehow offended, she got to her feet and walked away, first taking the
hundred dollar bill Ben held out to her.

There really was a line of kids waiting to earn cash just for a few minutes
of sucking dick.  Four girls -- two tweens and two teens -- and a high
school boy waited their turns.  All of them were glassy-eyed from the
Molly, and fairly drunk.

It didn't surprise me to see a boy openly willing to try his luck at
cock-sucking.  Since we'd begun our parties months ago, I had noticed a
rapid rise in the number of boys who were curious and willing to go
bisexual.  A few of the boys had come out as gay since the parties began,
too.  I felt like we were doing the community a service by broadening the
sexual horizons of our youth.

Sam and I were just doing our civic duty.

Nick came up to us and said that a lot of the younger boys wanted their
chance to earn a hundred dollars too, but were embarrassed and unwilling to
do it in front of so many people.

So, he suggested that Ben go into the large shed behind the house, and he'd
tell the boys they'd have privacy there.

We already had a mattress and portable heater set up in the shed, so all we
had to do was get it warmed up and we'd be good to go.  Nick ran on ahead
to turn the heater on and to spread the good news to the boys.

Ben was so happy with Nick's idea that he decided to up the amount he'd pay
to $500 per boy.  I told him he'd have to tell the boys to keep their
mouths shut about earning more, or the other kids would be pissed-off.

"Hmmm, yeah.  Hadn't thought of that.  Hey, man, why don't you come out to
the shed, too, with me and Nick?  I need somebody out there thinking about
stuff like that.  C'mon, we're gonna have fun," he said.

Of course, I had every intention of being there; I wouldn't have missed it.
But I let him think he was inviting me, because I knew that he was
flirting.

I made him take another dose of Molly with me before we headed out to the
shed.  He grabbed an envelope, thick with cash, from where he'd stashed it,
along with his phone, and headed outside.

I found Sam and told him what was going on and to keep an eye on the party.
He was pounding some high school bitch while we talked, and when I held out
another dose of Molly for him, he took it and swallowed it dry, never
losing his fuck-rhythm.

As Ben and I turned the corner of the house, we saw a group of naked boys
clustered around the door to the shed, boys in all shapes and sizes.  I
couldn't believe how many there were, and Ben gave a gasp when he saw the
small crowd.

Nick was talking to them, and occasionally they would all burst into
laughter before going silent again while Nick spoke.

"Hey, guys, we'll be ready for you in a minute," I said as we neared them,
then stepped inside the shed and shut the door behind us.

It was very warm inside, the portable space heater glowing orange it its
corner.

"Turn it up higher, dude," I said to Ben, and he did.  "The hotter, the
sweatier," I added, and he grinned like a devil.

As he sat himself on the edge of the mattress, I ducked down and gave his
hard cock a few slow, firm strokes, just to make him hornier.

Ready now, I opened the door and welcomed the boys.

"OK, guys, all set.  There's only room for three at a time, so the rest of
you will have to wait in the kitchen.  Have some whiskey if you want,
there's a couple of bottles on the counter.  We'll let you know when we're
ready for the next batch."

I made a quick head count, and tallied 11 boys, plus Nick.  Ben had hit
pay-dirt.

The first three kids scampered into the shed, and I closed the door behind
us.  Nick was inside, too, ready to give moral support and encouragement to
any boy who seemed spooked or reluctant.

"OK, guys, all you have to do is suck his dick and try to make him cum,"
Nick said, casually and good-naturedly.  "And since you guys are gonna be
getting $500, not $100, there's a couple of other things you'll have you to
do, too."

The boys gasped and chattered at each other, delighted by the news that
they'd be getting $500 instead of $100.  It made them feel special.

"So, who's gonna go first?" Ben asked, grinning and leaning back on the
mattress.

A handsome little guy stepped forward, with blond hair and golden tan skin.

"I'll go," he said, his voice still that of a girl's.

"All right...," Ben beamed at him, as the kid dropped to his knobby knees
between Ben's hairy thighs.

"What's your name, son?" he asked him softly.

"Dave," the kid replied.

"And how old are you, Dave?"

"Ten."

"Beautiful.  I'm gonna stand up, I think, but stay on your knees.  I wanna
look down at you while you work," Ben said, rising to his feet.

He towered over the little fellow kneeling before him, lifting his furry
balls and rubbing them before grabbing his thick, hard shaft and wagging it
before the boy's startled face.

"C'mon, Dave; you can do it," Ben coached.  "Nothin' to it..."

The kid reached up and wrapped his little hand around the hairy, drooling
thing, then aimed it towards his virgin mouth.  He licked his lips with the
tip of his tongue, hesitating.

"Go on, sweetie; you'll like it," Ben purred at him, stroking the boy's
blond hair, infinitely patient and encouraging.

Little Dave opened his pure mouth and took Ben's cock into it before
clamping his lips around the helmet.

Ben couldn't help himself and thrust his hips forward, making Dave gag.
The boy pulled his head back, eyes full of tears from choking.

"Oops, sorry," Ben giggled.  He grasped his veiny prick and offered it to
the boy again.

Dave gamely wrapped his lips around Ben's cock for another go.  As he
lowered his mouth down the shaft's length, Ben groaned and clutched at the
boy's hair.

"Good boy, that's it," he muttered, grabbing his cell phone off the
mattress.

As the boy got half of the hairy prick down his throat, Ben aimed the phone
down at Dave.

"Look up, honey; look at me while you do it, OK?"

Dave turned his huge brown eyes up to Ben, who immediately snapped off
several photos.

"Beautiful; you're such a handsome guy," he said.  "Now lick my balls."

Dave sat back on his slender haunches and put his little hand under the
hairy sac, lifting it up and lapping at it with the flat of his squirmy,
pink tongue.

"It's salty," the boy muttered into Ben's crotch.

"Mmm-hmm...lick all under them, too," Ben rasped out.

"It's so hairy," Dave giggled.  He continued nosing up under Ben's balls,
noisily licking and snuffling.

Ben's legs quivered with excitement.  He reached down and raised the boy to
his feet.

"I wanna see your butthole, Dave.  Can I?"

Dave chuckled breathlessly.  "OK," he chirped, turning around and bending
over.

Ben knelt behind the boy and spread his little, creamy butt cheeks,
exposing the tiny, starfish hole.  After looking at it and petting it for a
bit, he leaned his face down to the boy's asshole and took a deep,
luxurious breath, before sticking the tip of his thick tongue inside it.

"Oooo!" the little boy yelped, laughing and shimmying from the new
sensation.  "Wow, that feels so weird, it tickles!"

"Feels good, doesn't it?  Now I'm gonna stick my finger up your butt, OK?
Just for a second, and then I'll take it out.  You ready?" he asked.

"I guess so, OK," Dave said.

Ben sucked his finger and slowly inserted it inside the boy's asshole.
Dave spasmed and stiffened his body, but then relaxed as Ben slowly pushed
his finger in and out of his warm, slick chute.

Gently rotating his finger deep inside Dave, Ben's gaze was fixed on the
tiny red rosebud he was deflowering.

Dave groaned and then giggled.

"Feels funny," he grunted, looking back over his shoulder as Ben continued
fingering him.

Pulling his finger out of the exquisitely tight hole, Ben smelled it and
then stuck it in his mouth, sucking and licking it like a lollipop.

Dave and the other boys burst into a chorus of nasty laughter as they
watched Ben.

"You're amazing, Dave, and you taste delicious!  You sure did earn your
$500.  Guess where it is?"

The boys stared at Ben, smiling and eager for their buddy to collect his
prize.

Ben turned his back to the boy and leaned over the mattress.  I could see
something protruding from his asshole, something I couldn't make out in the
dim light of the shed.

"You gotta pull it out with your mouth if you want it," he said, laughing
mischievously and wiggling his big, hairy ass in the boy's face.

Dave screwed up his nose and said, "Gross," but he wasn't about to turn
down his reward.  Scooting closer, he leaned his face into Ben's spread
cheeks and bit the tiny tube sticking out of his anus, fairly hidden by
hair.

I moved to their side, anxious to see Dave's mouth touch Ben's hairy
shitter as he tugged the rolled-up bills out of his furry ass.

The image was so depraved and exciting that I couldn't keep my hand off my
Molly-sensitized prick.  I knew I'd spurt in seconds if I continued, so I
forced myself to stop.

As Dave stood, triumphant and clutching the roll of bills between his
teeth, the kids cheered and congratulated him on his courage and sudden
wealth.

Ben gave the boy a kiss on the top of his head and then turned to the
others and asked who wanted to go next.

A slightly older black boy stepped forward and said, "Me!", then smiled and
bashfully lowered his eyes.

As Nick steered him into position, Ben stroked the boy's glistening
chocolate skin, then held the boy's cock in the palm of his hand, as if
weighing it.

"It gets a lot bigger," the boy said as he watched Ben fondle his penis.

"I bet," Ben said.  "What's your name, son?"

"Marcus," he replied, "and I'm 12 years old."

Ben placed a hand on the kid's ebony shoulder and the boy lightly dropped
to his knees.  Without waiting for instructions, he wrapped his thick lips
around Ben's dripping cock and started sucking.

Ben chuckled as he stroked the boy's bobbing head.

"I didn't even need to tell you what to do; you're a smart kid, Marcus, and
your mouth feels so, so awesome.  Look up at me, handsome."

The camera clicked, over and over.

Ben knew what he liked and put the other boys through the same basic
routine -- cock-sucking, ass-sniffing, a little fingering, and payment via
ass-to-mouth.

The third kid, Trevor, was also 10, a curly-topped ginger with freckles.
He was the smallest of the group, and Ben seemed to enjoy him best.  When
it came time to have his ass sniffed, Ben couldn't help himself and ate the
little boy's ass out for a good full five minutes before he let the little
fire-cracker go, $500 in hand.

As the first group of boys left the shed, happier than ever, Nick went to
summon the next group.

I helped Ben prep the next three sets of bills and stuck one roll up his
ass, making sure to leave a tiny bit protruding.

We could hear the boys approach before we saw them.  They had taken my
advice and tossed back an unknown amount of whiskey while they'd been
waiting, and now they were all drunk, still standing and mostly functional,
but drunk enough to lose all inhibitions.

This group included a Chinese kid and two more white boys, 12 and 13-years
old, respectively.  These kids had more body hair than the previous
youngsters, and each had at least a nice fringe of pubic hair.  One of the
white boys had a bush as thick as Sam's.  I was impressed.

Two more groups followed, and Nick had cleverly selected one particular boy
to go last, and alone.  Thoughtfully, figuring his big, hairy boyfriend
would enjoy this boy most, Nick had arranged it with care.

The kid's name was Howie, and he was tiny.  I had never seen him before and
had never heard him mentioned.  We never had kids this young at our
parties, and I had no idea how he got there, or who had let him in.

"This is Howie," Nick said, introducing the tyke to Ben and I.

We were now the only people left in the shed, just the four of us.

"He just turned six," he added, smiling wickedly, conspiratorially.

"Nick..." I said softly, about to protest.

"It's OK, everything's fine, I promise," he interjected, smiling more
broadly now.

He sounded so confident that I let him go on.

"Howie is Scotty's little brother," Nick announced smugly.

This was news to me.  I didn't know Scotty even had a brother.  Of course,
I'd never bothered to ask.

"Scotty told him it's OK to do whatever you tell him, and that he'll have
fun. Scotty showed him, and now Howie wants to play!"

Nick looked from Ben to me and back to Ben again, beaming his proud,
confident smile.

"I got him as a present for you," he said softly to Ben, blushing and
glancing at the boy.

Howie just stood there, fascinated by the orange glow of the heater, paying
no heed to what we said about him.

Ben and I were a bit stunned.  The room went silent as we stared at the
tiny boy before us.

"That's pretty!" Howie shouted, pointing at the glowing heater and smiling
like a cherub.

We laughed heartily, and the tension drained out of the shed.

Ben pulled Nick to him and clasped him in his strong arms, nearly lifting
Nick off his feet.

"Oh, my god, he's perfect!  He's just beautiful, babe, so hot!" he said,
and then kissed Nick hungrily.

When they finally stopped, Nick asked, "You like him?", grinning up into
Ben's eyes.

"Mmmmm," Ben purred in response.  "I am so in love with you, Sexy...I can't
stop thinking about you, I don't know what to do.  You make me so happy,
you're unbelievable..."

He shook his head, his eyes misting as he again hugged Nick to his sweaty,
matted chest.

Nick laughed happily, as he pulled back slightly and gave Ben's beard a
little tug.

"Awesome," he said.  "But you still have to pay Scotty a thousand bucks for
letting me have Howie for an hour.  That's the deal I made with him."

Ben laughed loudly and ruffled Nick's hair.

"No problem, you rascal," he chuckled.

"Let's play!" a voice squeaked loudly.

Howie had gotten onto the mattress and now began bouncing up and down on it
on his knees.

He truly was a beautiful little thing.  Golden curls framed his baby face
like a halo.  His skin was also golden where the sun had bronzed it, the
sun-hidden parts pale and flawless, like fresh cream.

The heat of the room and his own playful excitement made the roses of his
cheeks bloom furiously, causing his most striking feature, his eyes, to be
even more startling.

They were large and luminous, and an unearthly shade of blue, almost azure.
The color seemed to shift with the light, which made them irresistible, and
glimmer with an inner fire like opals.  The effect was nearly unnerving.

When he smiled and laughed, little white baby teeth were displayed, and
where he had already lost one, an adorable gap showed plainly.

Between his legs his little uncut dick and plump balls jiggled as he
bounced on the bed.  The motion quickly stiffened his penis.  Giggling, he
stopped bouncing and started playing with it.

"My weiner's hard!" he chuckled, gazing at it in fascination.  He glanced
up at us, laughed, and pointed.

"Yours are hard, too!" he said delightedly.  "Play with mine like Scotty
did!"

"You have to play with mine, first, sweetheart," Ben said.  "Didn't Scotty
make you play with his?"

Howie nodded emphatically, and said, "Yep.  But after he did mine."

"Ohhh, OK then.  I'll play with yours first, and then you have to play with
mine," Ben said softly, absolutely captivated by the little beauty.

"I know.  Like Scotty showed me.  He's got a big weiner.  And he can make
his squirt stuff!"

"Yours is gonna squirt stuff, too, when you grow up, Howie," Nick chimed
in.  "We can all squirt stuff, just like Scotty."

Howie laughed uproariously, like it was the funniest thing he'd ever heard.

Ben got onto the bed next to the little boy and stroked the entire length
of his body, leaning over periodically to tenderly kiss it.  All of this
made Howie ticklish and he laughed and squirmed, enjoying the hell out of
it.

Ben's ramrod cock was leaking pre-cum all over this hairy stomach and
dripping into his massive bush.  He started jacking off with one hand,
while he fondled Howie with the other.  Finally, he rolled over onto his
stomach and lowered his big bearded head over Howie's groin.

He sniffed and nuzzled all around the boy's genitals, and finally swallowed
them whole, cock and balls at once, tonguing and gently suckling his
mouthful.

Howie was giggling, sighing, or humming, depending on how his body reacted
to Ben's skills.

Letting go of his hold on Howie's junk, Ben raised his head and chuckled in
near disbelief.  His eyes rolled back in his head as he went back to work,
this time taking only Howie's tiny dick in his mouth.

I could see his tongue swirling and rolling all over it as he held the
little thing between his lips.  Howie hummed with pleasure and grabbed at
Ben's stubbly head, as if to hold him in place.

The touch of the boy's little hands acted like electricity on Ben, and he
slid his drooling maw down to Howie's asshole.  Noisily slurping and
sucking the boy's ass, he'd periodically groan softly in ecstasy.

Howie could barely tolerate the new and spectacular thing Ben was doing to
him.  He writhed and rolled his head back and forth, sometimes giggling,
sometimes whining or whimpering, his hands clutching at the mattress or at
Ben's head.

I glanced over at Nick, who hovered near the end of the mattress, ready to
help or assist or partake in Ben's pleasure.  His cock was stiff, and he
fondled it continuously as he watched.

Kids Howie's age didn't interest me.  I just didn't find anything
particularly arousing about very young kids, especially boys.  But Ben's
excitement and lustful hunger for them got me horny as hell.  I got off on
watching him get off.  I got thrills seeing him do depraved, taboo stuff
almost as much as I liked indulging in my own perversions.

Without saying a word, Ben shifted his position so that he was now
straddling Howie's little body, shaking his engorged cock in the little
tyke's face, bouncing the wet, purple head against his pink cheeks and
plump lips.

Howie gamely flicked his tongue over the swollen helmet, then licked the
hairy shaft like it was a popsicle.  Ben growled deep in his chest, the
sound of an animal in heat.

He got off the boy and stood up at the side of the mattress.  He held out
his hands to Howie, who scrambled up onto his knees and grabbed Ben's big,
sweaty hands in his.

With a playful whoop, Ben lifted the joyously squealing boy off the bed and
set him gently on the floor in front of him.  Grabbing his phone, he got
ready to take photos of the little six year-old sucking his 35-year old
cock.

My aching dick pumped out a fresh rivulet of pre-cum when I did the math
and realized that Ben was nearly six times as old as Howie.  So depraved
and fucked-up, and so hot.

Howie wrapped his short fingers around the shaft and tried to take as much
of it as he could into his adorable mouth.  Not much of the cock went down
the little lad's throat, but it was enough to drive Ben to the edge of
shooting his load in the boy's mouth and face.

The deep growl he'd been making just seconds before turned into a
high-pitched whimper, a sure sign that he was moments away from blasting
off.

Both Nick and I well-knew that sound and were pulled hypnotically closer
and closer to them, surrounding them as we furiously jacked-off.

Howie took his mouth off Ben's cock and turned his sweaty face to smile up
at us as we came closer.  Ben whinnied like a bitch in heat and forcefully
took Howie by the chin, roughly turning the boy's face back to his
drooling, thrusting prick.  Howie whined just a tiny bit until Nick put a
hand on his shoulder and squeezed it gently.

Reassured, he opened his little, despoiled mouth as wide as he could, and
Ben pushed into it as gently as he could manage.  As soon as Howie clamped
his lips around the swollen, leaking head, Ben started to quietly babble in
his deep voice.

"Oh, my sweet baby Howie, I'm so sorry I touched you so rough, I didn't
mean to, baby, you just got me so excited, so fucking horny, couldn't help
myself, little lover boy...oh my fucking god, yeah, that's it, Howie, I
love you, sweetie, you know that?, I love you so goddamn much I could
fuckin' eat you up, you little darlin' angel boy..."

Encouraged, Howie wrapped both his hands around the hairy shaft and pulled
up and down on it while he sucked away at the helmet.  His curly blond head
swayed back and forth, then lightly rotated as he swirled his tongue around
the super-sensitive ridge.

"Oh, fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck," Ben started chanting loudly.  "I'm gonna
squirt in your mouth, baby, get ready, it's gonna fuckin' shoot right down
your throat, get ready, you ready? all over your precious little face, oh
fuck yeah, oh fuck!"  By now, he was bellowing.

Nick and I were so close to Howie that our balls were bouncing up and down
on his skin, driving us closer to shooting all over him, front and back.

The heat in the shed felt unbearable, infuriatingly hot, and it mirrored
perfectly the heat and fury of our fuck-lust.  I'd never seen Nick so
amped-up and jacked-up on testosterone, but he looked magnificent, enraged
with hunger and lust.

When he felt me looking at him, he turned his gaze on me.  It took a moment
before his eyes cleared and he recognized me and half-smiled, half-snarled.
But it was over in a flash; his eyes glazed again as he turned them back to
Howie.

I could feel how swollen and full of nut my balls were, and I knew it was
gonna be a big load, especially after what I'd been witnessing over the
past couple of hours.

I leaned into Ben and Howie, so close that I was pressing against them,
both over-heated bodies sweating and sticky, the stink of hot sweat
steaming from Ben, mixing with the equally potent scents wafting out of me
and Nick.

Ben threw his head back, making perspiration drip from his thick beard down
his throat and into the dense mass of hair that climbed it.

Without a thought, I reached over and ran my hand roughly up his throat and
into his beard, forcefully sinking my fingers into it and grasping until my
fingers were wet with his sweat.  I dragged his head back down to face me.

"C'mon, bro, shoot that fuckin load in him, dude, you been dreamin' of
this, c'mon, fuck yeah you fuckin' pervert, brother pervert, yeah c'mon
bastard, feed him your fuckin hot jizz, fuck yeah!" I barked at him, my
jumping balls churning and ready to blow.

Nick began to pant loudly, a soft whimper building in intensity and volume
as he pressed in closer, sliding his flesh against other flesh, any flesh,
his fist a blur.

Gritting his teeth, Ben took a half-step back, pulling his cock out of
Howie's mouth.

"Suck their dicks now, baby, just for a few seconds" he said to the little
boy.

Me and Nick groaned in appreciation of Ben's magnanimity.

Howie turned his head towards me first, dazed and a little overwhelmed at
being corralled between three guys, all aching for the touch of his mouth
on their swollen pricks.  I immediately shoved my cock in his face as he
opened his mouth and took me in.

His hot breath and moist, wet mouth felt like heaven on my junk.  I wanted
to grab his head and thunder-fuck his skull but satisfied myself by staring
at his pretty mouth sucking and licking my dick head.  I could only take a
few seconds of it before I knew I'd spray my cum all over him if he didn't
stop right away.  I gently pushed his head off my pulsing cock and turned
him towards Nick.

Because Nick's cock was much smaller than mine and Ben's, Howie was able to
take most of the shaft down his throat.  Nick moaned and clutched Howie's
blond curls like a horse's reins in his trembling hands.

"Good, Howie, that's awesome, heck yeah, you suck dick really good," Nick
muttered breathlessly, his legs shaking from the incredible sensations.

Ben couldn't wait any longer and turned Howie back to face him.  Without
prompting, the little guy grabbed Ben's shaft and wrapped his lips around
the huge, leaking, purple knob, slobbering and giggling like this was all a
funny game.

Ben brought his arms up and clasped his hands behind his head, hairy
armpits streaming sweat down his sides, his hips moving lasciviously.

The shed echoed with our voices, deep guttural moans, high-pitched keening,
repetitive chants of "fuck yeah" punctuated by bleats of ecstasy.

It all came to a crashing climax for us nearly simultaneously.

I could smell Ben's cum before I saw it.  I got only a fleeting glimpse of
the huge mess he was making on Howie's face.  The seedy odor of hot sperm
filled my head, and I could feel my own jizz race up my throbbing shaft,
ready to erupt.

I was behind Howie, Nick was a bit to his side, Ben in front of the boy.
We stood so close together that Howie was totally obscured.  I saw only Ben
and Nick, their faces snarling masks of depraved pleasure as we shot our
pent-up loads.

Nick suddenly gasped and pressed himself tight against Howie.  I could see
him trying to aim his dick as he started to orgasm, and it looked like he
was sliming the side of the boy's face.  I could see it in my imagination,
Nick's sperm rolling down Howie's pink cheeks and dripping off his chin.

With an inhuman roar, I jacked my cock a few final strokes until my balls
started unloading their precious juice.

A long, twisting rope of cum blasted out, leapt about four feet straight up
into the air before raining down again, to be followed by five more thick
jets.  Shorts bursts of sperm continued pumping out after the major dump,
sliming my forearm and hand and stomach.

I had sprayed cum everywhere, including all over myself.

Moaning and grunting, panting and swearing, we slowly came back to Earth
and took a step back to see what we'd done.

Howie stood there smiling, then burst into a little dance of joy.  His
blond hair was sopping wet and matted in the back, my cum dripping from the
golden curls and running down his neck.  Some of my jizz was on his tiny
ass, too, and there were streaks and clumps of it on his calves.  I had
really doused him good.

Nick had squirted his small load on Howie's ear and cheek, but it was Ben's
load I was most eager to see.

With all the edging he'd been through, it was only to be expected that his
load would be a big one.  But I didn't expect what I saw.

The entire front of Howie was glistening with semen.  Cum covered most of
his face, including what looked like a wet, sloppy beard that dripped off
his chin like candle wax.

Down his scrawny chest ran multiple rivulets of sperm, and as it dripped
onto the floor, Howie rubbed his little toes through it.

"It's slippery!" he giggled, rubbing his hands over his scummy chest.

As he talked, his pink tongue lapped up the cum all around his mouth.

"Tastes good," he muttered to himself, swiping up more cum and licking it
off his fingers.

"Oh, my god..." Ben whispered, a huge tremor coursing through his
over-excited body.

The three of us broke into laughter, and Howie joined in.  We told him what
a good boy he was, how awesome he'd done, how much fun we'd had.

Nick asked him if he'd had fun, too, and if he wanted to play with us
again.

"Yes!" he barked at Nick, "let's play some more!"

"Not tonight, Howie, but soon," I said.

"But when?" he demanded to know.

We glanced at each other, smiling, aware of how lucky we were.

"I don't know, maybe -- tomorrow?  The next day?  We'll have to check with
Scotty what a good time would be," Nick answered.

"Can Scotty play, too?" Howie asked the three of us.

"Of course, baby, Scotty is always welcome here.  And you are, too!" I
said, stooping to pick him up.  He threw his little arms around my neck and
I held him against my chest.  He felt incredible, slimy and sticky, and
reeking of cum.

"I gotta get him back, now," Nick said, "before his parents get home."

I kissed Howie on the lips and poked my tongue into his mouth for a second,
then handed him off to Nick.

"Let me hold him a sec," Ben said, reaching over and taking Howie in his
arms.

Howie seemed to be fond of Ben, and when Ben nuzzled his hairy face against
Howie's, the little boy nuzzled back.  Both their faces were now smeared
with cum.

Ben licked some of it off Howie's face, who giggled and sighed as he did
it.  When he was done, he brought Howie's face close to his and kissed him
deeply, forcing his cum-covered tongue into the boy's mouth.  Howie let him
do it, and when Ben pulled back, Howie kissed him on the cheek with cummy
lips.

Squirming to get down, Ben placed the tyke on the floor in front of Nick,
who took Howie by the hand.

"Time to get you home, squirt!" Nick said.

Howie burst into laughter.

"Squirt!  Squirt, you called me squirt!  Squirt, squirt, squirt, squirt!"
He grabbed his little dick and every time he said it, he pretended he was
squirting cum.  Howie was adorable.

Still not knowing how the boy had gotten here or how he was getting back, I
figured Nick had everything planned and under control.  Nick really was a
clever kid.

Ben and I went back inside the house, after turning off the space heater
and turning the light off in the shed.  It smelled like us, sweaty and
musky and redolent of semen.  I hoped it would still smell like this the
next time I opened the shed.

When Sam saw us, the expression on his face told me he knew exactly what
we'd been doing and how it had gone.  He laughed and came up to us.

"You both look like you ran a marathon," he cackled, leaning in to give me
a sloppy kiss.

"Bro, I wish you'd been there, you would not believe how awesome it was!" I
said, still basking in the incredible sensations our bodies had endured.

Glancing at Ben, he asked, "So who finally made you cum?"

Ben and I looked at each other and laughed.

"Uhh, did you know Scotty has a little brother?" I asked Sam.

He looked at me quizzically and shook his head.

"Well, he does.  Howie.  Who just turned..."

Ben snickered.  "Wait for it!"

"What?!  C'mon, how old?" Sam demanded.

"Six!" I shouted, laughing wildly.

"Wow, seriously?  Damn, dude, super young!  Hah, you guys are such fuckin'
pervs, that's awesome!"  Sam was intrigued, I could tell.  "Hell yeah, I
wish I'd been there!"

"So, what's your score?" I asked him, meaning how many pussies had he
fucked that night.

"Seven," he answered, grinning like a disheveled imp.  He looked at Ben,
and added by way of explanation, "How many bitches I fucked tonight."
Turning back to me, he asked, "What's your score?"

"None, zero" I laughed.  I hadn't had time to fuck anybody, but I didn't
care.  I'd had plenty of fun in the shed.

Sam guffawed and then looked at Ben for his answer.

"Yeah, me neither, none," he chuckled, his cheeks flushing as though he
were embarrassed to admit it.  "But, dude...what we got was fucking
mind-blowing.  Fucking magical, bro!"

Ben was clearly still high from the smorgasbord of little boys he'd played
with, besides all the booze and Molly flowing through his system.  I'd
never heard him speak so familiarly and fraternally with Sam.

Sam laughed freely with him, and I thought I caught a momentary sparkle in
his eyes.

"Dude, that's awesome, I want details!" Sam snickered, slightly leaning
against Ben, just barely rubbing against him.  He held his eye contact with
Ben for a moment, then turned his druggy gaze on me.  Leaning his sweaty
forehead against mine, he kissed me firmly but gently on the lips.  When he
finally took his mouth off mine, he smiled and said, "I gotta take a piss,"
then turned around and headed for the bathroom.  His breath reeked of
alcohol.

The party had already begun to break up.  The younger kids had already
left, and the older teens were either passed out for the night or preparing
to take off.

When Sam came back from taking a piss, the three of us lounged in the
living room passing a bong back and forth.  The weed was making me horny
again, and the letch I'd been feeling all night to fuck Ben returned
stronger than ever.

My eyes kept coming back to the little bit I could see of his asshole as he
sprawled back on the sofa.  It was more a matter of knowing that's where it
was, had it been visible.  Instead, I was staring at an impenetrable
barrier of dark blond hair, a forest of it spreading out in all directions.
But it was enough to arouse me to the point where I needed to fuck, had to
fuck, that sweet brown eye coyly beckoning behind a veil of hair.

"Ben!" I blurted out, realizing how fucked-up and drunk I still was.

He turned his head to me, his eyebrows raised in question.  "Yeah?"

"Duuude," I chuckled.  "I wanna fuck you, bad.  After what I saw you do
tonight, what we did...fuck, I gotta.  Like right now.  You wanna?"

Sam looked at me and cackled softly, nodding once.

Ben closed his eyes and sighed contentedly, as though he were too
comfortable and wiped-out to consider it.

But then he surprised me by sliding down a bit in his seat and hiking up
his strong, furry legs. With his hair-covered ass on offer, I was right in
front of him in a flash.

I got on my knees and petted it, running my fingers through the hair,
finally parting it where it nearly covered his moist grunthole.  I sniffed
it and filled my head with his earthy musk, feeling my cock rapidly engorge
with blood, tapping against my belly.

"Fuck, you smell so goddamned good, dude..." I said.

"You want this ass?" he muttered breathily, biting his lower lip slightly,
teasing me like a whore.

He placed his hands on the hairy globes and spread himself wide open for
me.

"Stick your finger in me," he said, curling his lip.

I sucked my finger to slick it up and then shoved it hard and fast up his
ass.  He jerked and hissed in his breath but then relaxed and let me do my
stuff.

First one, then two, and finally three of my fingers disappeared up his
shitter, loosening and relaxing his sphincter for the brutal pounding I
couldn't wait to deliver.

Sam got up and sat on the coffee table in front of us, watching and
jerking-off.  At one point he rubbed his foot down my sweaty back until he
came to my butt crack, which he probed with his dirty toes.  It felt
amazing and got me even more fuck-crazy.

Ben repositioned himself on the couch so that he was now sideways on it,
enabling me to kneel on the sofa with him.  I told him to get into doggy
position, my favorite.  He got up on all fours, and I pressed myself up
behind him, probing his hairy ass crack with my hard cock and getting it
slick with pre-cum.

The hairiness of his body was making me crazy as I spit on my dick and got
ready to spear him.  In my drunk and drugged mind, I imagined that he was
an animal as I ran my hands all over him, feeling hair under my fingers no
matter where they roamed.

With low growls and grunts, I grabbed his hips and slowly forced my cock up
his ass.  He let out a loud, deep moan as I filled his guts, and when my
balls were pressed tight against his furry ass, I started fucking.  Each
thrust was better and tighter than the last.  I could smell our sweat, and
the harder and deeper I fucked him, the more I could smell his ass.

I wanted more power in my thrusts, so I nearly draped my body over his and
put one foot on the floor for better leverage.  Now I could really fuck
hard and deep.

Sam got off the coffee table and placed himself on the floor in front of
us.  Somehow or other he managed to get his head under us and in a position
that allowed him to lick my shaft with every back-thrust.  He alternated
this with lightly sucking and licking my balls as they flopped back and
forth.  The added stimulation was incredible.  Sam was such a good kid.

Next thing I knew, he had moved behind me, and was trying to stick his dick
in me.  I paused in my fucking, making Ben whimper for more, in order to
let Sam enter me easily.

Once he was in, the three of us fucked like a meat-machine, perfectly in
tune with one another and building up steam, huffing and sweating and
talking shit to each other.

"You looked so fuckin' hot with your dick inside that baby's mouth," I
panted in his ear.  "I could see how bad you wanted to fuck his tiny ass,
split it open with that big, fuckin', hairy prick..."

"Aw, fuck yeah, that sweet, little boy ass, begging for my cock, begging me
to rape it..." he rumbled.

"Sick, fuckin' pervert, that's what you are, dude," Sam snarled as he
fucked me hard.  Was he talking to Ben, or to me?  It didn't matter, it was
all one and the same.

"Fuck yeah I am, boy!" Ben shouted.

"Dirty, fuckin' baby-raper...I know you wanted to fuck that baby so fuckin'
bad, so fuckin' hard; you wanted me to watch you fuck him, didn't you?;
that little virgin shithole, admit it..." I babbled, picking up speed and
punching into his guts like a demon.

Ben howled and yelped like a dog from the brutality of my pounding.

"You fuckin' degenerate...you fuck all your kids...you fuckin' molested all
of `em...and turned `em into pervs just like you...faggot!" Ben hissed at
me, and laughed

"Fuckin' freaks, you cocksuckers...you filthy, fuckin' freaks!" Sam barked
out in a deranged voice, his sweat dripping onto my back.

I heard him hock up a wad of spit and he spat it at the back of my head.  I
could feel it drip off onto my neck, warm and wet, and it kicked me with
into a higher level of lust.

"Hey, motherfucker, you like fuckin' my wife?  Huh?  You like fuckin' my
kids?  You like fuckin' me, too, don't you?  Yeah, you fuckin' love it!
Not as much as this, though, you love it when I fuck your ass, when I shove
my cock up your fuckin' hairy shithole and make you take my cum!"

I was going out of my head, almost speaking in tongues.

Suddenly, Sam pulled out of my ass and leapt off the sofa.  Moving to the
side of it, he stood in front of Ben and grabbed him by the beard, yanking
his head down hard onto his prick, fresh from my ass.

"Smell his ass on my dick," Sam said in a vaguely threatening tone.  Ben
did it, and let out a long, loud sigh.

"Suck it!" he barked at Ben.  "J. J.'s ass is the fuckin' best...smells and
tastes better than any ass I ever had...  I fuckin' love that ass, I love
HIM, every-fuckin'-thing about him!" Sam said.

He was making a declaration, staking his claim on me, giving Ben a warning.
He made me blush, but the more he talked, the closer I got to shooting my
load.

Ben noisily slurped my ass juice off Sam's cock, savoring its smell and the
slimy sheen that glazed it down to the root.

Sam leaned forward over Ben's body, forcing his tongue down my throat and
pinching my nipples as hard as he could.

I flung myself forward into Ben, knocking the breath out of him as I
started to shoot.

"Aw, Christ, you motherfucker!" Ben roared, clearly in pain from my
aggressive thrusts, making me buck even harder with every spurt.

"Fillin' you with my fuckin' seed, dude, drainin' my balls in your ass!" I
yelled at the back of his head.

Sam shoved Ben's face off his cock and pushed me out of the way as I
withdrew my still spurting prick out of Ben's fuckhole.

Taking my place, he rammed his cock up Ben's hairy ass and began to
relentlessly pound him.

"Aw, fuck!, that feels so good..." Sam slurred.  "I'm fuckin' in J. J.'s
cum, so fuckin' slick and nasty..."

"Your father's cum," Ben growled.  "Fuckin' in your dad's sperm..."

"Hell yeah," Sam moaned, picking up his speed.  "We do everything together,
we're gonna fuck you together, both our cocks up your ass at once,
motherfucker!"

"Yeah, fuck me, boy, shoot that load on top of your daddy's, give me your
cum NOW!"

"Shut your fuckin' mouth, bitch!" Sam spat out at him, giving a sharp smack
to the back of Ben's head.  "I'll shoot when I'm goddamned ready,
cocksucker!"

Sam was going off on him, snarling and spewing fucked-up words in his
rutting heat.  I couldn't take my eyes off him.  He was magnificent.

Ben suddenly rose up and shoved Sam backwards, making Sam's cock evacuate
his ass.  He gasped from the sensation as he flipped over onto his back and
pulled Sam back into his asshole.

Now fucking him nose-to-nose, Sam repeatedly hocked spit at Ben's face,
until it was dripping with saliva.  Sam let out a wild shriek of
mean-spirited laughter, like a banshee.  I got chills, but my cock started
to bloat again.

A rumble building to a roar filled the room as Sam got ready to blast.

Red in the face, and sweating like a horse, Sam thunder-fucked Ben, raging
and tossing his head like a wild stallion, flinging sweat from his mane.

I moved to Ben's end of the sofa and turned my back to him before squatting
and almost sitting on his face, my grungy hole directly on his nose.

"Fuckin' savor that stink, dude, that's what a real man's ass smells like
when it's been fucked," I said.

Ben was furiously jacking himself off, and under my ass I could hear him
start to moan as he got close to blowing.

All at once, both Sam and Ben roared as they started blasting, Sam up Ben's
ass, Ben all over himself and the sofa.

I hopped back onto my feet and turned just in time to see Ben's dick spray
sperm, like a sprinkler turned on full blast.  Cum spattered all over his
furry chest and stomach, his forearms and thighs.

Sam was nearly insane as he shot his load, teeth gritting, the veins in his
forehead standing out. He screamed like a bitch, his adolescent voice
cracking for the first time in months.  He was that unhinged.

Finally, completely spent, the three of us lounged in our funk, breathing
in the incredible aromas of cum, boozy sweat, and grimy flesh.

Ben sat up on the sofa, and reached between his legs, feeling his asshole.
When he brought his fingers up, they were shiny with semen.  He smelled
them and then licked his fingers clean.

Sam was still breathing heavily, coming down from his astonishing orgasm,
milking the last drops of cum from his slimy dick.

I reached out to grab a joint from the bowl on the coffee table,
inadvertently farting as I leaned in.  We all snickered like smutty
schoolboys.

"I got both your loads in me, " Ben said, grinning evilly.  "I'm full of
you both."  He was staring at me, his eyes glittering, a smile playing at
the corners of his mouth.

I figured we were thinking the same thing.

"Let us out," I said to him.

He leered at me with a far-away look in his eyes.

A softly wet sound roused Sam's attention and he turned to look at Ben.  As
he did, a cataract of cum squirted out of Ben's ass and soaked the sofa
cushion between his legs.

"Aw, fuck, that's sick!" Sam laughed.  "Hell yeah."

More spurts of pearly ass-cum squelched out of his hairy shitter, until it
ran over the edge of the cushion and dripped onto the floor.

We were all laughing and groaning from the spectacle.

"You dick, now I have to get the sofa cleaned!" I chuckled.

"Nah, don't clean it!" Sam protested, full of the devil.  "Just let it dry,
it'll be OK.  And it'll be hot seeing people sit on it without knowing what
it is!"

The idea thrilled me, and I praised Sam for his foresight.

Just as we were getting ready to call it a night, the front door opened and
Nick came in, having gotten Howie home safe and sound.

We watched Ben and Nick make-out for a while, and then headed to our room,
leaving the two of them to their own devices.

It had been a night of happy endings for all of us.