Date: Wed, 29 Oct 2014 14:13:10 -0600 From: dannyoceandocean20@hotmail.com Subject: 1-800-TWOBOYS This story is totall fiction. Please do not read if it is illegal in your country. Please e-mail me with feedback. Thanks. dannyoceandocean20@hotmail.com 1-800-TWOBOYS by Danny Ocean "You gotta be fucking kidding," murmured Big Ed as he sat in his lazy boy recliner staring at the TV. It was 2:30 in the morning and he had fallen asleep during a late night talk show. While he slept the national broadcasting had turned to local broadcasting. He awoke to the sound of sexy porno music. He knew even before he opened his eyes what he would see: half naked girls gyrating to the music as the toll free number seared into his eyeballs at the bottom of the screen. When he did opened his eyes he started choking. Instead of the sexy dancing girls there were two little boys in speedos swinging their hips and bumping their asses in time to the music. The were very cute and giggling non-stop. One was blonde, the other a red-head. "This has got to be a joke," Big Ed said after he got his breath back. "You're wrong, gentlemen, this is no joke," said the DJ voice. "These two lovelies can be yours in the privacy of your own home. Just call 1-800-TWOBOYS. They'll be at your door in no time. And they're guaranteed to satisfy you in ten minutes. That's right. Ten minutes or your money back. How can we make this offer? To keep one steps ahead of the authorities, that's all the time we can spend in your house. Then it's on the road again. Just have the cash ready when we come a-callin'. Again that's 1-800-TWOBOYS." During the DJ's spiel, two more boys joined the group. The moves they made had Big Ed salivating. Suddenly, something was blocking his view of the TV. It was his erection that had grow to full size. He got up and went to the bathroom to piss. While urinating, he looked down at his dick and said, "Should we make the call, Little Ed?" He picked up the phone and dialed the number. "Hello, this is Jack. What's on your mind?" "I want two boys." "Do you have three hundred dollars in cash?" "Hold on," Big Ed said as he dashed to get his wallet. He ran back, picked up the phone and said, "Yeah, I got it. What else do I need?" "When I come to your door I'll have a few disclaimers that you must sign stating that you're not a cop. Is that OK?" "Sure." "And once all that is taken care of you're going to be turned into a mumbling drooling retard by two of the sexiest little boys you've ever seen." Big Ed gulped. "How soon can you get here?" "Listen, pal. This isn't like ordering a pizza. We have nine teams working your area tonight and they're busy as hell. It might take 45 minutes to an hour." "That's fine." "OK, let me have your address." Big Ed gave him all the info and hung up. His heart was pounding with excitement. He sat back into his easy chair and darn near dozed off again when he heard a knock at his front door. He looked at his watch. 4:15 am. He lurched his fat ass out of the chair and shook the house running to the door. A sleazy looking man with a pencil mustache and greasy hair stood there with a clipboard in his hand. "Hi, I'm Jack. I need you to sign these forms." "OK, where are the boys?" "Oh, they're in the car. And that's where they stay until you sign the papers and hand over the cash. No offense." "None taken," said Ed as he signed the documents with the ballpoint pen that Jack provided. After Ed forked over the three hundred dollars, Jack waved his arms and the car door opened. Out popped two little boys wrapped in black capes. They were barefoot and they came running full throttle up the driveway and into the house. "Now here's what going to happen," Jack said stepping into the living room and closing the door. "I'm going to sit quietly in this chair while you and the boys cavort in your bedroom." As Jack spoke the two lads spun around the room like Thing 1 and Thing 2 on speed. "All I want to hear from that room is giggles and groans. Any screaming and I bust the door down. Get it? "I get it," said Ed nervously. "OK, boys, get to work, " shouted Jack. "Get going, Chubbsy-Ubbsy. You got ten minutes." The boys each grabbed a hand and danced Big Ed into the bedroom. The door slammed shut. The boys unhooked their capes and threw them into the air revealing their perfect nude bodies. Unlike those anorexic Russia boys, there darlings still had some puppy fat on them. They were both nine years old. While Big Ed removed his clothes, the boys began rubbing up against each other and kissing up a storm. "Oh, baby," was all Big Ed could say. Soon Ed was naked and lying down on his bed. Then the boys broke their lip lock. "Hi, I'm Andy," one said. "And I'm Randy," the other quipped. Both said, "And we're the cum bandits!" "We're here to steal all your cum, Mister. So get ready." The boys jumped on the bed and began bouncing up and down while singing Wipe Out. They soon settled down and began tickling Big Ed's cock and balls, giggling the whole time. Ed's big six-incher was rock hard and throbbing. And he was whimpering like a wounded animal. "I'll suck his cock, Randy, and you suck his balls, OK?" "OK, Andy. Just remember I want to taste his cum, too." Andy shoved as much of Ed's cock in his little mouth as he could, then swiveled his body around into a 69 position. Ed found himself staring at the sweetest little bubble butt he could imagine. He then felt his balls being sucked on by Randy. "Ohhhhh, God, that feels so good," he drooled. Andy popped Ed's cock out of his mouth long enough to say, "Don't you want to lick my hole?" Without a word Ed got to work tonguing Andy's tight little pucker. Suddenly, Ed felt a little finger being wormed into his ass and tickling his prostate. Wow, he thought, these little dudes really know their stuff. Big Ed was shaking uncontrollably and moaning into Andy's ass. It wasn't long before he gripped Andy's ass with all his might as the first shot of cum exploded out of his cock. Andy, ever the professional, never stopped sucking. He took Ed's entire load, but didn't swallow. He then bent over Randy's open mouth and shared the cum per Randy's request. Ed had never seen anything like that before and filed it away for future fapping sessions. Randy squealed, "Yummy, yummy, yummy. Cummy in my tummy!" A knock at the bedroom door. Jack said, "C'mon, you little munchkins. Time to go." Big Ed wrenched himself off the bed and followed the odd trio to the front door. Andy and Randy, re-caped, dashed out the door and into the car. "I guess you'll be calling us again in the near future," said Jack. "Probably," said Ed, still dazed by the ferocity of his orgasm. "Say, can I fill out an job application?" Jack lurched in shock as if an M80 firecracker just exploded in his ass. "A job application?" He then began stomping around the room, laughing like a thousand hyenas. He was stamping Ed's living room floor so hard you could hear dishes rattling in the kitchen cabinets. Tears were forming in his eyes. He was clutching his sides as if in severe pain. "Oh Lordy!!!! Oh, you must excuse me, fella. I'm not used to laughing this hard this early in the morning." He exited the front door, still laughing. "Oh, baby, wait til I tell the other guys. They'll bust a gut!" He laughed all the way to the car. Big Ed just stood there, naked and dripping, watching the car disappear from sight. "Worth. Every. Penny."