Date: Mon, 19 Aug 2002 22:19:52 EDT
From: CupDrinker@aol.com
Subject: Avery's Boys part 1

     This story, and subsequent other stories, is all made
up.  There is nothing in this story that is true, except for
a few city names; highways; expressways; cars; restaurants;
colleges/college dorms; and everyday products.  Each one of
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story that I have created in my mind.  In this story or a
later chapter, of this story, I have inserted some names and
places of different stories that I have read from nifty.org,
some of these are oblivious and some are not.  It is not my
intention to plagiarize their works, but to show my respect
for some excellent works.  This is my first attempt of
writing this type of story line.  Comments are expected from
readers, if you feel the need to, flames will be ignored.
     The following stories include sexually acts between -
adult/teen; teen/teen; teen/boy; boy/boy; adult/boy;
adult/teens; adults/boys.  If you are offended or do not
like a gay story with a small bi story contained within, do
not continue reading and ask yourself this question, "what
the fuck are you doing reading this?"
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Story:  Avery's Boys
Chapter:  1 - Finding Chris


     So here I was jogging the last leg of my afternoon run.
I've ran this ten mile circle for the last 8 months; some
days I would have a neighbor run with me, but today I was by
myself.  As I turn down the sidewalk into my subdivision, I
see my house towering above the newly planted trees.
Everyday that I've jogged, I always asked myself this
question, "Why did you buy such a big house"?  At the time,
I just wanted to have a permanent place to live, and never
have to worry about being transferred around the country,
again.  So here I am, turning up my driveway, looking at my
crib.  4 stories, along with a basement and decks coming out
of the 2nd and 3rd floors, while many neighbors would love
to live in it, I could care less.

     I graduated High School, at the tender age of 16, and
went right into college.  Throughout college, I always found
myself bored, and wishing I could teach the class.  Why, or
why did I ever choose Political Science as my major?  So now
four years later, and 21 years old I graduate.  Do I
continue on with college?  Do I take one of many jobs
offered to me with the State Congress, U.S. Senators or the
U.S. House, as one of clerks?  Nope, I sit down and talk
with one of the FBI agents, who try and recruit college
grads.

     I passed with high marks in the FBI training course and
academy, and was stationed in Las Vegas.  I never liked the
`big city life', being from Michigan I enjoyed the cold.
During my summers as a child, I begged, and won, in having
my family take vacations in Canada, by the Hudson Bay.

     My FBI partner was out sick, for the first time that
the entire office staff could remember, on the one day that
changed my life.  In the morning, the mail courier passed
by, and threw a medium size package at me.  "Heads up" he
yelled.  The package read: Agent Avery Douglas, Las Vegas
FBI.  Opening it up, it produced a letter and some photos.
The man in the photo looked familiar, familiar as in the
man, my partner and I were given the case file to track
down.  I made a few phone calls, and jumped into the Bureau
car.  I drove for about 2 hours, and hooked up with the
local Sheriff.  My partner and I were in charge of tracking
down `John Jay'.  He was wanted in 5 states for killing 38
people, and burning down each victim's house.  Four hours
later, I kicked down his front door, as we charged into his
house, and found him sleeping on the sofa.  Damn, this was
too easy.

     Two months on the force, and I solved my first case.
21 years old, and I'm being touted as a hero, in the eyes of
the force and being paraded around on the media.  My desk in
the Las Vegas building was piled with hundreds of letters
saying thank you and such, but now it seems that every wacko
that owns a stamp is sending me a letter, saying that they
were going to slice me up, and kill my family.fuckers piss
me off.  I was reading a couple of them, when the Area
Director sat down on my desk and said "Thanks for making the
U.S. safer, and now I think you should take a vacation and a
slight retirement.  Oh, here is a bonus for the arrest."
Pay to the order of Avery Douglas, in the sum of $25 million
dollars.  Damn right, the US government is giving one of
their own agents the reward for bringing in `John Jay'.
(Hey I don't make the rules; I just try and follow them.)
So I left the force on a rather long vacation, with slaps on
the back and was now able to do...well, whatever I felt
like.  On my way out of the door, I told my area director
that I would like a transfer once I came back to the Bureau.
He smiled at me and told me that would be done.  Enough of
this fucking heat; I'm going back to Michigan.

     So now here I am, $25 million richer, pretty much
single, almost 22, and living in a $2 million dollar home,
in an upper-class subdivision.  The subdivision was a nice
one, every house was recently built, and was owned by
families in their thirties and forties, most being
engineers; contractors and a couple of lawyers.  Oh, how the
neighbors hated me at first, having a kid with a nicer house
than theirs living next to them.  Soon they got over it,
when they realized an FBI agent lived next door.  Four
floors, twenty-seven rooms to live in, and I made my home in
only the main floor.  I walked inside front door, sat my
mail down on the foyer table, and walked through the glass
foyer door.  I walked into the kitchen, checked my answering
machine then walked into the living room, turned on my
computer, and walked back into the kitchen.

     "You've Got Mail!!" my computer spoke, as I poured
myself some ice water.  I looked at my buddy list, knowing
in my head that I would only talk to 2 or 3 of the 15
buddies signed on.  I saw the name on the top of the list,
it was Kevin.  Kevin was an American version of an Athens
Adonis.  He stood 5' 8", 150 lbs of tight skin and muscles.
He went to the gym, after his college classes everyday.  He
worked out, but he didn't have that nasty steroid muscle
look.  Kevin is 19, his girlfriend is 21 and she takes him
to the tanners with her.

CupDrinker:  Hey, Kevin, what's going on?

Pu$%#&*cher:  Sup, Avery.  Back from your jog?

"Yeah, jogged by myself.  Thought I saw Roxy's car in town.
I hope that she doesn't stop in."  Roxanne (Roxy), was 5'
9", 130 lbs, shoulder length strawberry blonde hair, watered
blue eyes, 20 yrs old, and one of the greatest volleyball
players in the state. She was my girlfriend (off and on) for
3 years.  That was my downfall in falling for girls; all I
asked for in a girl was blonde hair and blue eyes.  I could
have chosen the biggest bitch in the world that could have
spent all of my money, but as long as she had blonde hair,
blue eyes I could care less.  I asked to go to Las Vegas,
hoping that she would move on.  But as I feared she welcomed
me back, when I arrived off the plane.

"Why, don't you just admit that you like her still?
Besides, she is the only girl I know that can blow you 5
times a day, and swallow after each.  Plus, you know as well
as I do, that she still is tight!"

     Damn, Kevin always had to bring that up, I can still
remember that night; I invited all my friends to my house,
when I moved in.  Everyone came, old high school friends,
neighbors; paperboy; area FBI agents; etc.  At the end of
the night it was just Kevin, Roxy, Kevin's brother Chris,
and myself.  Chris was 16 years old, an almost identical to
Kevin.  While, Kevin played football, Chris was a wrestler.
While, Kevin excelled in school, Chris excelled in skipping
school.  While Kevin had one main girlfriend, Chris played
the field, and played it well.  All three of them used my
full bar, as their personal pleasure.  I kept it in my house
as a visual piece; my friends used it as free drinks.

     Roxy got wild when she drunk, and tonight was no
different.  She was now down to her tank top, and cotton A&F
underwear.  Kevin sat in cargo pants, and no shirt.  Kevin
had the greatest abs.  His six-pack was perfect, and he
never missed a chance to show off.  Chris being his mini-me,
sat in the middle of the floor with his shirt off also, and
wearing only his cargo shorts.  I sat in my chair, still
wearing a tee shirt, and rip off pants.  I sat watching a
movie, and then it all happened.  Roxy, comes walking into
the room walks over to Kevin, unzips his pants and pulls
down his pants and boxers, with no objection from Kevin.
Kevin was perfect!  No body fat, no chest hair, light hair
on his legs, and his pubes were trimmed.  A pleasure trail
went from his belly button down to even his perfect dick.  8
inches of pure thick meat, above two over-ripe balls.  Roxy
took a short breath and engulfed Kevin in one swallow.

     Kevin, didn't mind, he knew that I slept with his
girlfriend before, so this was only fair.  Roxy didn't mind,
just in the fact that she was always horny.  Not to be
outdone, Chris stood up, shrugged off his baggy cargos, and
sat next to his brother.  A mirror could have been placed
next to Kevin, almost twins 3 years apart.  Same pecs, hair
color, face, abs and almost the same package.  Chris had his
brother beat in Penis inches.  Chris sported a 10-inch
baton.  Chris sat and watched as a, now submissive girl was
severing his brother.  His hand slowly stroked his now
ridged pole, while his mushroom head was glistening with
drop upon drop of precum.  Roxy looked over and caught the
bigger toy.  She bobbed up, and let Kevin's dick exit with a
loud SLUUURPPPPP, a long spit line ran from his dick to her
still open mouth.  And just as before, she took a short
breath, and took all 10 inches in one swallow.  Kevin
couldn't believe this his younger brother was up staging
him.  He was just given a blowjob, and she didn't even
finish him off.  He sat up, dick still covered with a mix of
spit and precum, stood behind Roxy, eased off her panties,
slowly spread her legs a little, and in one quick thrust of
his hips, filled her pussy with every inch until his pubes
touched her ass.

     "MOTHERFUUUUUUUCKERRRRRRRR!!!"  Chris yelled.  "SUCK
IT, DON'T FUCKING BIT IT".  Roxy wasn't prepared for Kevin's
invasion, and bit Chris' dick.  Chris took this personal and
now had control of Roxy's blonde hair, and was roughly face
fucking her.  Slight moans were now coming from all three of
them, Kevin was now rapidly fucking her as his balls were
smacking against her ass.  Chris sat with a huge grin on his
face, as he knew it would only be a little bit more, before
he would blow his load.  Roxy rested her swinging tits on
Chris' knees, as she raised her ass to give Kevin better
access.  Kevin knew the stories about Roxy, as I told him of
her acute taste for cum, he was about to find out.  Just
before spewing her pussy with his cum, he pulled out and sat
next to his brother.  Roxy's eyes bugged out, as she knew
what Kevin wanted to find out.  She withdrew Chris' dick,
and with her hands bent the two shiny tools to form one
massive double dick.  She now took one deep breath and
without any trouble, deep throated the two teenage boys.  In
just 5 quick bobs of her head, both brothers erupted with
heavy creamy shots of cum into her mouth.  Kevin couldn't
believe that his brother was matching cum shot for cum shot
with him.  As Kevin, eased out his fifth and final shot,
Chris kept on shooting finally ending with eight.  And true
to my word, Roxy swallowed every shot without any exiting
from her mouth.  She eased off their dicks, and sprawled out
onto the floor, and started tickling my foot.  This finally
woke me from a trance with the movie on the flat screen TV.

     "Damn it Roxy, you know I hate when people do that".
As I started to scream, and squirm in my chair, all while
she was laughing her ass off.

     "Shit Avery, why didn't you join in.  Your girlfriend
could have fit you in."  Kevin said as he finally saw that I
had sat in the chair the entire time.  I looked over to my
left, and I saw Kevin and Chris sitting naked on my couch.
Kevin sporting a half hard 5 inches, while Chris still had a
rock hard ten.  I glanced down at Roxy, and saw her spread
eagle naked on the floor.  I looked thinking, "What the fuck
just happened".

     "Come on Kev you know that Avery, will sit through that
entire movie, even if his house is on fire."  Roxy said, as
she closed her eyes, and started playing with her tits.

     "That's ok.  If you still wanted to, you could still
help me.  I still have about 10 more shots left in me."
Chris joked, and gave his brother a jab in the side.  Kevin
didn't find that too funny, now knowing that Chris had one
more thing he was better at.  I awoke from my daydream, and
saw that Kevin had sent 5 instant messages, during that
dream.

Pu$%#*(*&her:  Do you mind if I ask you a favor?

Pu$%#%^%her:  It seems that Chris has ran away/moved out
again, but he hasn't been back in over two weeks.  One week
longer than the two over times.

Pu%%#%$#her:  I've talked to his friends, and none really
know where he is.  A few of them have seen him, but none in
the last 6 days.

Pu^(((^$#$%her:  My parents think that nothing is wrong, but
I just have this brothers instinct that something is.

Pu&^#&#$%her:  So I was wondering if you could make a few
phone calls and see if you could look him up.  Maybe use a
couple of connections that you have on the force.

Pu@#$%%#her:  Avery....AVERY......Where are you?  Don't you
fucking leave.

CupDrinker:  I'm still here.  I just had to go and grab my
phone book.  (I typed something real quick, and then ran off
to get my personal phone book.)

CupDrinker:  Ok, I'll be up in the Tri-Cities tomorrow, and
I'll look around.  (I knew of a couple places that Chris use
to go to, and I knew some of his friends, as both him and
Kevin had almost the same friends.)

     I signed off from aol, and picked up my cell.  I made a
call to the F.B.I. field office in Saginaw.  I talked to one
of my friends that I graduated with in high school, who also
worked on the force.  I told him of who I was looking for,
and where he might have last been seen.  He typed the info
into the server, and with luck no matches came up.

     I packed my SUV with a couple changes of clothes.  I
grabbed my cell, camera, along with my force apparel.  I got
on US-23 and pressed my OnStar button to call a friend of
Chris'.

     "Hello" a sweet voice came on the speakers.

     "Hi, is Sean there?"  Sean was a friend of both Kevin
and Chris'.  The last time, I was told, him and Chris were
best friends.

     "Yeah, this is Sean."

     "Sean, this is Avery.  I'm heading up to your town, and
was wondering if you would be home.

     "Agent Avery, you looking for another killer, or just
some pot?"  I always hated when people would call me Agent
Avery.  Although I didn't think of it, some weed would be
good.

     "Um, no but thanks for asking.  I'm actually looking
for Chris.  I have to give him some tickets to the Eminem
concert for his b'day."  Chris' b'day was a couple months in
the future, and I couldn't figure out what to get him so I
picked up some tickets to the Anger Management Tour.

     "Sorry, no luck.  I last saw him, 5 days ago.he was in
Saginaw.  He said that he had a pad on the East side, in the
township.  That's a plus for him.  He could be doing worse
and live on the West or South sides."

     "True.  But to save me time, I'll still get hold of you
latter, in case I have any questions.  Talk to you later," I
pushed the end button.  Ta da, my first lead.  Now onto the
East side.  I pulled into Saginaw Township, and started to
go towards the East side.  I knew a couple of the buildings,
from my youth living south of Saginaw.  I drove past a
couple of apartment buildings, and got a couple of phone
numbers.  And then with pure luck and timing there was his
truck, pimped out neon green, 20 inch dubs, S-10.  What a
shithole, nothing but welfare money for this place.
     I stepped out of my truck, and saw three underfed kids
playing soccer in the parking lot.  I called them over, and
asked about the truck.  They were cute but dirty, brother's
maybe, all with blonde hair and dirt caked under their
nails.  Their names were Jon, 16 years old; Steven 15, and
Danny 13.

     "You know who owns this truck?"  I asked towering above
them.  Jon was the tallest at only 5 feet.

     "Yeah, but what's it worth to you?"  Jon said, knowing
that I had to find out.  Steven and Danny looked at each
other then to me, with smiles on their face.

     "Ok, here's a twenty.  That still has to beorth
something for you three."

     "Please, we can get that, selling to the Elementary
kids" Steven said, as I handed Jon the twenty.

     "Alright then, how much do you have to pay to get your
supply?  Cause if you pay, over 12 per bag, I think we could
work out something."  I knew I had them there.  Fucking
junkies were overcharging these street kids, to get
themselves rich.  We talked about their business and got
hold of Sean.  Sean was one of the bigger dealers in the
counties south of Saginaw.  I told them what was going on,
and he said that he would hook them up, but I had to pull
some strings, and get some cops off his ass.  The deal was
done, and they showed me up the old creaky stairs to a dark,
dank pissed smelled hallway.  His number was 25, and from
look on the outside his doorway, I knew I was not going to
be impressed.  "Don't have too much fun!" Danny said, as the
three of them ran off, as I was about to knock on the door.

     "FUCK, come back in 20 mins.  You're fucking early."
The voice yelled through the thin walls.  I knocked again,
this time harder, and stood off to the side, with my hand on
my gun.  The force let me keep it, for some reason while I
was on my vacation.  Probably knowing that I would be back
with them again soon.  I held my badge to the peephole.

     "FBI, can you come to the door so we can talk."
Usually I hear people running to the bathroom, to flush
whatever they think I was standing out side to find.  Some
people are funny.

     "Ummm....I can't right now..give me a few minutes."
The voice seems startled.

     "Open the door, or I will bust it down."  This was his
last chance.  I heard no movement, only something knocking
on the wall.  Shit, was Chris in a fight?  I stood 2 feet
away from the door, unholstered my weapon and kicked it
open.  I stood, bugged eyed, with my weapon aimed at the
person.  There Chris laid on his bed, with a thin haze
floating in the room.  He was naked from the chest down,
only having his Tommy ankle socks on.  Atop of his thick
pole was a lanky boy, no more that 20 yrs old.  Sweat was
dripping off of them.  The boy stopped in mid fuck.  His
hands were up in the air, not knowing what to do.  Sweat was
beating off of his forehead and the middle of his back.  I
looked at Chris's dick in the boy's ass, it seemed huge
while shoved in the boy's small ass.  Cum was now leaking
down the condom, spurt after spurt.  I looked around the
room, there was 2 joints lit on a tray next to the bed.  At
least 9 soiled condoms were thrown on the floor, each with
wads of cum, trailing out of them.

     "Well, you fucking found me.  I told you to fucking
wait."  Chris said, as I finally came out of my blank stare.
I put my gun, back into my holster.  I walked to the side of
the bed, and saw the boy's face.  He looked like an older
version of the three boys, from outside.  I grabbed his hand
and lifted him from Chris' dick.  A loud POOOOOPPPPPP came
from his ass, as every inch left his boyhole.  I picked up a
pair of boxers and threw them at him.  I walked him to the
door and showed him out.  His face was beat red, as his
modest 7 inches pointed straight up; drops of precum were
running down his head.  I shut the door and locked it; I
turned around and stared at Chris.  His dick was still hard,
and the condom was still on with cum filling it up.

     "So who called you?  I know it wasn't my sister, Beth.
It must have been Kevin, right?"  Chris said, as he
repositioned his pillows, while still laying on the bed.

     "Matter of fact, it was.  You could have called, saving
us both some time."

     "I just wanted to be left alone for a while.  I didn't
want everyone to keep a watch over me.  So what are going to
do now?"  After that sentence, Chris had a small smirk on
his face, and a gleam in his eyes.

     "Case is closed.  I don't have further orders.  I have
though, a couple of questions as you might have guessed.
First, what the fuck was this all about?  Did you just turn
gay one day?"

     "Fuck no.  You see this?"  He wrapped his hand as much
as he could around his dick.  "You should know, that if you
have this, you could sell this.  Andy, the boy that was just
in here, he lives next door.  His parents are the
super's...I give him a ride of his life, once a day, and I
get to stay free for a month.  He's just a business deal."

     I didn't know what to say, after that.  I started to
walk around his apartment.  The kitchen was slightly
remodeled, along with the wood flooring.  I opened the
fridge door, cans of Mountain Dew and Coke, a gallon of
milk.  On the counter top, were about 20 boxes of mac and
cheese.  The bathroom floor was covered with wet towels, and
dirty boxers.  Boxes of unopened condoms were set on the
bathroom sink.  I walked over to the living room window, and
cracked it open to help get rid of the smoke and the funk
smell.  Chris was still on the bed, still hard and still
wrapped in the cum filled condom, he was watching the 11
o'clock edition of Sportscenter.

     "Umm...yeah, so again tell me...What the fuck is going
on?"  I finally thought of something to say.  Not my
greatest question ever, but it worked for the time.

     "I got tired of working at the Honda shop in town,
making only $7 bucks an hour.  Plus, I had to get there
after school.  $7 an hour for only 18 hours that the
government says I can work, I didn't have enough money for
my car and spare time.  After that night with you, Kevin,
Roxy and myself, she came up to me after and told me that I
could make hundreds a day with my tool.  I thought about it
for a couple of weeks and finally started to put things in
play.  Now I have my own place to stay, and a couple of
thousand dollars to spend, on me and only me.  Besides, I'm
only doing what you did at my age, but if I may say, only
better."  Chris had me there, and he knew it.  Why oh why
did I have to tell Kevin about my 14th year?

     "Ok, you are partly right.  At least I stayed at my
home, so people didn't have to worry about me.  Second, I'm
not whoring myself out."  I had to turn it back onto him,
but I knew I was already beaten.  "So you have clients?"

     "I have my regular ones.  I do have a waiting list."
He had a big smile on his face.  "I have women lined up to
help fill the role of their man.  And then I have guys, who
should be women that, can take it all."

     Chris continued to talk about his last couple of
months.  He talked about getting some help from one of his
friends.  He told of how he would choose his clients, and
why.  He mostly chooses blonde girls, with long hair, long
legs, perfect ass, and a good cleavage line.  Men, though he
was even more choosey.  They had to be someone that he could
walk down the street with, and have both of them gets
stares.  They couldn't have larger dicks than him, their
chest must be hair free, and they couldn't be over 30.  He
said that the oldest guy he was with was 45, and the sight
of his old hairy balls, made him puke on the bed, and the
oldest girl was 37, and her bush started at the middle of
her chest and went down to her mid thigh.  Fucking white
trash.  He continued to tell of his youngest girl being 12,
and the youngest boy was 13.  Chris finally stood up and
walked to the front door.  His dick still hard, and sticking
out at a 45 degree angle, he picked up a small cardboard
sign.  He unlocked the door and put the sign on the outside.
He turned back and said that it said he was out and they
should come back next week for double the time.  As he was
looking back towards the bed, he pulled the cum filled
condom off and tossed it on the floor with a splat.  Now
there were 10 soiled condoms on the floor.  I finally had to
ask.

     "Don't tell me that you fucked that boy 10 times?"

     "Shit I wish.  He does this fucking anus muscle thing,
which can clamp down on my dick, like no one else.  When you
busted in, we were just going on one.  You must have met his
brothers, outside?  Today, I had a brother special.  Each of
them got three rides on the Chris mobile.  Jon likes it long
and soft, Steven likes it fast and hard, while Danny gets
freaky wild.  He continued to tell his story, of how he
moved into the apartment.  He moved in three months ago,
with help from his friend Billy.  Billy knew Andy from
school and he owed Billy a favor, by giving Chris the
apartment Andy got a months free supply of weed, what a good
deal for Andy.  Chris went to school for a month after
moving in and only came to the apartment to smoke weed.
After the second month, we went to his morning classes then
left to go to the apartment, smoke and then bring a few
clients.  It was a dream come true; people let him fuck them
as many times as they could stand.  Each time a new condom
wrapped his dick, he charged $50.  I sat up, walked and
grabbed us both a coke.  I sat in the only chair in the
room, while Chris sat on the corner of the bed, with his
still ridged dick dripping precum into a puddle on the wood
floor.  At first he would only bring back women.  He looked
at them like trophies, trying to out do the last girl.  Some
would walk in his room, get on their knees lean on the bed,
and tell him to go at it.  Others would tell him, they only
wanted to do it doggie style, some wanted to be fucked while
taking a shower and a few had him fuck them on the small
kitchen table.  One girl couldn't wait after she saw his
outline in his shorts that she had him fuck her in the back
of this truck in the parking lot of his apartment.

     His first guy was by accident.  The guy, was looking
for his pet dog, and knocked on Chris's door.  Chris
thinking it was a client opened the door, wearing only his
sandals and shell necklace.  The 25 yr old guy, was a little
startled, and was trying to explain why he was there.  While
he was talking and trying ever so slightly to look down, the
answering machine picked up the phone call.  "Chris this is
Amy.  I can't make it, cause Mark is home.  I'll make it
next week though...damn I wish you could fuck me
tonight...thanks....bye."

     "Well, I'm not doing anything for the next hour, do you
want to find my dog bone?"  Chris looked at the college boy.
The guy was in good shape, probably from 3 hours 5 days a
week at the gym.  The guy looked down, and was hooked.
Chris led him in, and gave him the low down.  He could have
charged the college boy $500 a fuck, he was transfixed on
the boys 10 inches.  His mind was a total blank as he
dropped his faded jeans, and then his Polo boxers.  As Chris
was putting on the first condom, he snapped from his zone.
"Shit, you're about to stick that in me, and you don't even
know my name.  Name's Zak".  He extended his hand.  "Well,
Zak.  I hope you're not a screamer like most of my girls",
Chris lay down on the bed, and watched as Zak bit his lip,
and slowly sat down on this dick.  Being an anus virgin, he
only heard stories, so he slowly sat on it.  He finally got
Chris' head in his ass, when he stopped.  Chris, knowing
that this could take a while, rather quickly raised his
hips, and with a loud smack from his balls hitting Zak's ass
shoved the last 9 inches in the college boys ass.

     "SSSSSSHHHHIIIIITTTTTTTTTT!!!  You motherfucking kid.
You shoved my stomach up to my throat.  You're fucking dick
burns, fucking take it out.

     "If I take it out, I'm only going to shove it back in.
Just sit down, and get use to it.  What type of man are you?
Can't take a fucking 16 year olds dick.  Damn, I'm sure your
friends would be proud of you."  Chris was going to prove a
lesson.  He was going to prove that he could please both men
and women, and still have fun.  Chris knew that Zak was
hooked, and he knew he would fuck him at least 3 times.  Zak
did as he was told, and let the intruder stay in his
boyhole, while his ass got use to it.  Finally, Zak started
to move his ass up and down.  Being it his first time, his
super tight ass, took its toll on Chris and he screamed
out..

     "UUUUUUUUUUUHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, SHHHHHHHHIIIIIIIITTTTTTTT.
FFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUCKKKKKKKKKKK MY DICKKKKKKKKKK."  Zak could
feel 6 throbs from Chris' dick.  He knew this boy was
something, as the most he could ever do was three.  And as
quick as the fun started it ended.

     "Shit you mean, this is it?  Five minutes.five fucking
minutes for $50 bucks?"  Zak was somewhat pissed, wanted to
continue this newfound fun.  Or if not, he wanted to blow
his wad, and not leave blue balled.

     "If you want to keep on going I'm all for it.  You're
too damn tight."  Chris pushed him onto the bed, and exited
Zak's ass.  He unrolled the used condom, tossed it on the
floor, and slipped on a new one.  Chris saw this as $50
bucks, Zak saw this as a way to tame him new crave.  Again,
Chris lined up his dick, and with one quick thrust, inserted
his massive tool, into the college boy.  Chris was like a
jackrabbit.  His hips were a blur, his balls hanging low,
smacked Zak's ass, almost making him stop from the pain in
his ball sack.  Zak raised his legs and rested them on his
pleasure boys shoulders.  Zak thought of his college
buddies, and dreamt of them getting on some of this fun, he
wondered if they would let him fuck them?  He was brought
back as Chris found his prostate, and now aimed for it.
That took its tool on Zak and unleashed cum from his dick.
It was like his last 20 orgasms rolled into one.  Cum was
shooting over his head and hitting the wall, he couldn't
believe it as five spurts of cum flew out of the tip of his
dick.  The spasm from Zak's anus, caused contractions on
Chris' dick and after four minutes from his last cum, he
started to shoot again.  Chris counted seven, while Zak was
too dazed to even fathom what was happening.  Zak was too
tired to move, as his 6 inches was leaking cum onto this
trimmed pubes.  Chris eased out of him, and rested on the
floor of the room.  Both were in their pleasure highs, that
it took a while for Zak to hear is phone beeping from his
pants.

     ".....Sup?"  This was all Zak to get out.

     "Zak?  Rusty.  Your dog is back on the campus
apartment."  Rusty was Zak's rommie.

     "Ummmmm...gee that's...good.  I guess I should come
back."  Zak finally realized that his time was up and he had
to leave.

     "Aight...out....yo..pick up some pizza and beer."  Zak
flipped closed his cell, and looked down at Chris.  Damn,
this kid is fucking beautiful, and hung.  He leaned down,
and Chris opened his eyes to see and upside down face of
Zak.

     "Sorry, but I have to run.  My dog came back...um....do
you mind if I come back?"  He hoped that, Chris would say
`yes'.  He craved for this young boy's dick.

     "Just give me a call ahead of time, so I can make sure
that I'll be here."  He knew that Zak was now addicted to
his tool, he has seen first hand, what women go through,
when he tortures them, by not showing it in.  Zak was now
dressed, and took out his wallet.  He pulled out all the
cash he had, and sat it on the bed.  $250, but Zak knew that
this kid was worth more.  He walked to the door, and he felt
his hole still staying open.  He never thought that
something as big as Chris' tool could have fit into this
virgin hole.  He shut the door, and walked past two kids
playing in the hallway.  Chris was not tired from fucking,
he was just thinking of the new market that opened for him.
If one college boy would pay that for two fucks, imagine was
the rest of the men would pay?  As he sat sprawled on the
floor, dick still hard, he didn't hear the door creak open.
He finally opened his eyes, as his closed eyelids darkened
as if something or someone was blocking the light.
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     Ok, so this is it for this chapter.  There are about
seven more already written, I just wanted to pace them out,
and most importantly get a feel to see if people like this
story.  I know I will get a couple of emails about this, so
I will let you know now there is only one more scene written
with Roxy and someone else in a sex scene.  So let me know
what you think.who knows I might use some ideas from `Cool-
Kid-Brother', if you write.