Date: Sun, 28 Apr 2024 23:52:30 +0000 From: Urbuddynick Subject: Beating Off Chapter Eight BEATING OFF By Nick Waters I can be reached at Urbuddynick@protonmail.com If you like the story or would like to see something in the story, please feel free to drop me a line. I love feedback and love to chat. Fantasy only. Before some of you clutch your pearls and think this is a true story, know that it is not. It is entirely a work of erotic fiction. Fantasy is different from reality. Check it out. Also, please consider donating to Nifty. It costs money to run this site, and your donation really helps them out. My other Nifty stories are: Living the Life and Entrepreneur Andy Peterson slowly slid his nine inch penis into John's eleven year old mouth, paused, and then continued down his throat. The little boy choked a bit, but he held his mouth open and let the man fuck it. The jock maintained a tight grip on the kid's hair while he pleasured his pedo dick with his tongue and clutching esophagus. My eyes were drawn around the strange room that belonged to the mansion's owner, Chase Worthington. The room was furnished in black leather and heavy dark wood. Mahogany wainscoting covered the bottom half of the walls, and the rest plus the ceiling were painted black. In a large four by four painting, a lusty satyr, very erect, was playing his panpipe for an enthralled ephebe, also very erect. "That's it, boy," the muscled twenty three year old cooed. "See? You're sucking a dick an inch longer than Kurt's. Sucking it to the balls. You were born to be a cocksucker of men. Oh, yeah! That feels good bottoming out in your throat. Now move your tongue so it massages the base of my dick and balls. That's it. Good boy!" The quarterback pulled his spit wet member from the boy's fuck hole. His nine inches twitched in passion with a line of spit connecting his leaking piss slit with the kid's deep red lips. Andy pulled the boy's head back by the hair and then slapped him hard across the face. His dick twitched, and he slapped him again. Hard. The naked boy moaned, and his hairless three inches remained as hard as an iron pike. "Why do you slap me?" John asked evenly. He was curious, not aggrieved. "Because some guys like it rough. And I can tell you are one of those guys," Andy said with a smile. He slapped the kid again. "Am I wrong, pig?" Andy asked. "No. It makes me almost cum," he admitted. "That's my boy! You're my good buddy now. I am going to have to visit Kurt and John often so you and I can get together. Would you like that?" "Yeah," John said smiling. "I can't believe you're my buddy. My mom is going to be so excited meeting you." "I'd love to meet her. She'll think of me as a big brother but will remain clueless about what we do in private. Why don't you go to your room now and pick out your tightest pair of shorts? Jack will be here in twenty minutes, and we have to get you ready. No, you don't need clothes. It's just down the hallway. Run over there bareassed and come back." When he left, he tapped on the mirror for me to open it. I was hard as a rock. "Well done," I said. "Thanks. He just needs to swing on your dick before Jack comes in. I want him to do one more thing before he does. When he is naked on his knees looking at the mirror and begging to suck dick, come out. OK? Oh, and see that button on the upper left of the camer? Press that before you come out. Any motion will then be recorded." "Sure," I said. Andy kissed me before I went back into the secret room behind the one-way mirror. John came back naked and still hard. He held a pair of small white shorts in his hand. "That's perfect. So, after sucking my dick, your sex appeal has doubled. That's good because you still have to convince Jack to hire you. If he wants to take pics of you naked, do it. If he wants you to spread your cheeks and show him your fuck hole, do it. Basically, you do whatever the fuck that pedo bear wants. Now go and take a good look at yourself in the mirror." The naked preteen scrutinized his reflection. He flexed his horny boner up and down and then started to lightly stroke it. "See that handsome boy there? You're a sexy kid, John. Just know that in your heart and let that side of yourself out. Tell you what. Go over to that sexy boy in the mirror and try to hug him. And then French kiss him." John looked at him like he was nuts, but he approached the mirror tentatively. His hand touched his reflection, and he pressed his hardon against the glass. From my perspective, his smooth erection smooshed on the glass. I nearly came when his tongue came out, and he started kissing the glass. I knew this would make wonderful kiddie porn footage. "Good boy," Andy said. "Now get down on your knees and beg Jack to suck his dick." John backed away before sinking to his knees. He looked straight ahead and said, "Please, Jack. Can I suck you dick?" "With passion!" Andy barked. Please, Jack! I am begging you, please, please let me suck your dick!" That was my cue, and I nearly frightened the kid to death when the floor to ceiling mirror suddenly opened. I walked out naked and aroused. "Everything you did has been recorded," Andy said. "That's going to make its way into the sexual underground soon enough. We have ten minutes before Jack comes. Suck Bill's dick here so you can double your sex appeal once again." The little slut licked his lips! I stepped forward and grabbed his hair. "Suck my balls, faggot," I said before spitting a big wad of gob on his smooth face. "OK," John said leaning in. I pulled his head back by the hank of hair and snarled, "That's, yes Sir!" "Yes Sir," the kid said loudly before swallowing my wet cockhead and sliding down the shaft. "Save your load," Andy reminded me. Already this eleven year old had acquired some considerable cocksucking skills. He was almost as good as his dick pig brother, Zach. Man, I thought, this is just going to fuel their sibling rivalry. I fucked his mouth and punched through into his throat. He gagged and sputtered until his spit was drooling around my hard flesh and snot was running out of his nose. I pulled out and slapped him with my fuck tool. "Anymore and I would have shot," I said. "OK, sexy," Andy said to John pulling him to his feet. "You have three cocks under your belt now. Jack's will be your smallest dick which means you can take your time and use lots of tongue and suction. OK?" "OK. Thanks Andy." He turned to me and said, "Thank you, Sir," in that unbroken voice. The sir thrilled me. "Let's go take a bath before dinner," Andy said to me leading us naked out of the room. Twenty minutes later we were immersed in an antique seven foot bath tub. Those relics are the way to bathe! They are nothing like the tiny jokes we have today where one can only fit by bending their knees. Here two big men could face each other, with their legs comfortably wrapped around each other. "You were amazing with John," Andy said. "I really get off on that dominant part of you. But then, hell, I love your submissive side as well." He raised a foot from the steaming water and probed my lips with his toes. I looked him in the eye and let his big toe enter my mouth. I sucked it gently but thoroughly. Then I sucked each toe one by one. He took his foot out and cocked his head. "Did you read me and know I am into feet?" I asked noting that my dick had hardened. "Naw. Kevin told me. Do me a favor. When you talk, talk from your diaphragm." He said lifting his foot and placing it right above my belly. I looked at his foot, "From there?" "Yeah. Don't talk with your throat. Talk from deep within your chest," he said. "Like this?" I said, surprising myself with how deep my voice was. "Yes! That is your authentic voice. It's full of your personal power." "Wow. It feels good talking from here," I said. I loved how deep and masculine my voice was. "Suck my fucking dick, you pig. That's it. Eat it," I said grinning. "See? Now that voice matches your body," the handsome jock said with a smile. "I am looking forward to sleeping with you tonight, Bill. As you can probably guess, I am crushing on you hard. It happens with my special buds. In the morning I am going to fuck you long and deep. Then I am going to kiss you long and deep. You're going to cum just from my dick." I saw his swollen dickhead break the surface of the water. "But sometime this week," he said putting his hands behind his head revealing his blond pit hair. "Sometime this week, no date planned but some hot afternoon, I want you to tap into your amazing inner strength. Then I want you to fuck me like you hate me. Fucking rape me. I want to feel those muscles sweating over me. I have been itching for a real man to ream the fuck out of me." "Deal!" I said grinning. Damn, my voice was now rich and deep. Was there no end to my transformation? "I know you are a little apprehensive about fucking little Kelli tonight. There's no need for that. Just follow my lead. I've gotcha. I will take you on a tour of a naked little girl. We'll lick and taste her and then slide our pedo cocks inside and give her the fuck of her young life. But just know, I will be making love to you the whole time." My heart swelled. Was I crushing on him too? Before I could figure it out, I heard a bell ringing outside. I was literally saved by the bell." "It's dinner time," Andy said. "Let's go eat. Henry and Kelli should be here right afterwards." He grabbed a towel and lovingly dried every inch of me. I did the same to him. Then we kissed before putting on just our shorts and going down the three flights of stairs barefooted. The sun was beginning to set over Hidden Lake, and our group of men and boys were chatting away on a cluster of picnic benches. The appetizing smell of barbecuing steaks and burgers wafted through the night air. As I looked around, I saw that everyone was wearing just their shorts or swimsuits. Kevin was right. We would all be cavorting around naked soon. Kurt motioned us over, and I sat down next to him with Andy across from me. Little Petey was across from Kurt, and Alex and Trevor were at the other end. I chose steak and Andy chose a burger piled high with all the fixings. "Well," I said to Kurt. "Andy managed to convert John over to the team. He's fully on board with doing pornos." Kurt eyed me closely but didn't mention my deeper and more masculine voice. "Well done," Kurt said to Andy. "I don't see Jack or John around, so I imagine Jack is taking some excellent nudes of him." "Jack likes to take nude pictures of us too," Trevor said tackling a massive T bone. "Yeah," Kurt said smiling. "He's taken some really good ones of you guys." Kurt put his arm around my waist and said into my ear. "Have you been having fun today?" "Yeah," I said kissing him on his bearded cheek. "Good. Little Petey here is going to spend the night with me," Kurt said. Petey smiled behind a hamburger bigger than his head. "We have some catching up to do," Kurt said smiling back at the little boy. Towards the end of the meal, I felt Kevin embrace me from behind with him arms draped over my pecs. Chuck did the same thing with Kurt. "Hey guys," Kevin said. "We were wondering if it is OK if Alex and Trevor spent the night with us?" "That OK with you two?" I asked the boys. "Yes!" they said in unison practically bouncing off the bench. Andy laughed. "I agree, my little men! One taste of Kev and Chuck is simply not enough." "Where are your charges Bobby and Reily spending the night?" Kurt asked. Chuck motioned to another table where Arizona was running around the picnic bench acting like a monkey. Bobby, Reily, and little Georgie were laughing hysterically. "That lucky fucker is going to have all three in his bed tonight," Chuck said. "He's hit the jackpot. Seven, seven, and seven! He has promised to keep it to just oral and a single finger up the ass." "Mmmmm," Andy said. "I'd love to spend an evening sucking them to one dry cum after another. Maybe one anal cum for every penile cum." Andy's barefoot found my crotch and rubbed my hardon. "We have to jet now," Andy said. "Henry is going to be bringing over that baby twat for us to .... defile." "You're in for a treat," Kurt said to me. "Hell yeah, you are," Chuck drawled. "Remember that cunt we shared in New Orleans, Andy?" "Yes, Daddy. One dick up her ass and the other in her cunt. So fucking special," the athlete said kissing Chuck and his brother on their cheeks. "Love you two!" Andy went to a table nearby and whispered in little Roy's ear. I saw him nod affirmatively, even enthusiastically. Then as we walked back to the house, we saw a lone picnic table sitting in the shadows. Sherriff Radar looked like he was eating a steak alone. As we passed, however, I noticed Zach was kneeling on the grass with a plate before him. He was naked with his hands cuffed behind his back. Every now and then, the cop would throw a piece of food on the plate, and Zach would bend over and eat it. Andy walked up to Radar and said, "Your boy looks thirsty." He smiled nastily and said, "Yeah. You want to give him something to drink?" Andy nodded and pulled his shorts down. His soft five inches quivered before a stream of hot piss came out hitting the ginger teen on his face. Zach opened his mouth and slurped it down. Some of the hot liquid ran out of his mouth and down his smooth chest down to his teen boner framed with a few ginger pubes. Andy ruffled the kid's carrot top, and the boy grinned. "Fuck yeah!" the sheriff said. "I will be using my slave all night if you want to stop by and use his holes." "Thanks, Dennis," Andy said. "Would you mind radioing Flacco and ask to come up to the third floor? Have him bring his briefcase." "Sure bud," Officer Radar replied. They shook hands, and we went inside to wait for our guests. We heard voices up the stairs. "Do I have to?" the childish voice asked. "Yes, boy. No worries, though. No one will notice or care that you are naked," the unmistakable sound of Jack boomed. The big- bellied porn director ambled down first and smiled broadly at us. "Good news! John is going to be our new star," he said high fiving me and Andy. John crept down slowly with one hand over his smooth groin. He saw us and smiled. "We heard the good news!" Andy boomed. "Congratulations. You better hurry if you want a steak or a hamburger." Jack rubbed his hands together. "Yum!" "John," Andy said. "Think of this as a chance to meet your future fans. All the men out there are pedophiles. They get hard when they see a naked hairless boy like you. Soon they will be beating off watching you suck dicks and get fucked in one kiddie porn after another. They are your fanbase. Get hard for them. Hell, suck them off if they want. They're paying you " "That's right. I think the rule with John here is that he never puts on clothing while he is here. If we go into town, we can pick out an outfit for him. Otherwise, he should be totally nude," I said mischievously. "That's a great idea, Bill. No more clothes for you John, not for almost two weeks. Remember too that you are older than most of the boys here. You're a head taller than the seven year olds, and your dick is twice as big. Be an example to them about how cool it is to be naked and showing it off to men and boys," Jack said. The little boy groaned, but I noticed his finger sized dickie was boned hard. Little fucking slut. Little film whore and fuckmeat pig. "He totally gets off on the embarrassment," Andy said to me as he left. "Yeah." Soon we saw the same Hyundai that Henry was washing earlier pull up in front of the house. The dad opened the door for his little princess, and she got out wearing a New York Giants cheerleading uniform complete with a pair of pom poms. "Welcome Henry. And who is this vision of loveliness?" Andy asked, bowing to her. "It's me, Kelli," the little girl said. "Wow. Are those ruby slippers?" I asked. Kelli was wearing glittering red slippers with flat one-inch heels. The third grader preened and showed off her shoes. Henry was wearing a loud, florid shirt and never made eye contact with us. I instantly comprehended he was ashamed of what he was doing. "We're three flights up, I'm afraid," Andy said. "No worries," I said. I almost effortlessly picked up the girl who couldn't have weighed more than fifty pounds in my arms and headed up the staircase. Henry and Andy followed, and Kelli squealed in delight. Upstairs we went into Chase's bedroom. "This is where you are going to hang out tonight, Henry," Andy said. He pulled back a painting of a church burning (so weird!) and revealed a safe behind it. He entered a code and pulled out a chrome laptop and a cord which he plugged into the big screen TV. Then he entered another code on the computer. "The pornos are listed by category. Section A are girls and section B are boys. The categories pretty much cover every kink you can imagine. Beware, though, the ones labeled DARK are not pretty. You can also search by age." Henry looked like a kid left in a toy store. A knock on the door introduced Flacco who was carrying little Roy. The boy was, of course, grinning with his adorable dimples and pudgy cheeks on full display. He was wearing just a pair of Paw Patrol underwear. Kelli looked scared of Flacco, and who could blame her? With his myriad of crude prison tatts covering him from head to toe, he kind of creeped me out too. Kelli stood behind her father and peeked out. Flacco opened a briefcase and asked, "What's your pleasure?" "An eightball of meth for my friend here tonight and a glass pipe. Another eightball for him to take home with him, and what do you want, Bill?" Andy asked. "I want to smoke some cocaine," I said. "How much is it?" "It's my treat guys. Please put it on my account. Also, I would like a gram of meth shards," Andy said. "It's a shame you can't do any," I said to Andy. "Oh, boo hoo. The famous quarterback millionaire can't do drugs. Ha ha. I have some fine weed and a bottle of Woodford Reserve bourbon. I will be just fine," Andy said with a smile. "And Henry," Andy said. "I want to put some shards up your daughter's ass. Just about the size of my thumbnail. It will put her in the right frame of mind to take two men." Since it wasn't really a question, Henry didn't answer but started scrolling through the laptop. "You're both doing the girl?" Flacco asked, leering at the little cheerleader. "We're having a private little pom pom party. Henry, I'd like you to meet Roy. He will take care of you tonight. He will fetch you water to keep you hydrated. You can do whatever you want with him but no bruises. He likes it all. Please allow Roy just three hits tonight. No more. Also don't give him your chem piss no matter how hard he begs. It will keep him up all night. Sound good?" Henry again just nodded and grabbed his crotch. Roy went to work filling the glass pipe and presenting it to the dad. Henry greedily grabbed it and the torch lighter. "We'll be in the room on the other side of this floor," Andy said. "Shall we go, my lady?" Andy asked with a bow. The little girl beamed and took both of our hands walking in between us. Before we closed the door, Andy went into the hall and whispered something to Flacco. The drug dealer grinned and nodded. When Andy came back, he poured a couple of fingers of bourbon and loaded a pipe for me. I took a few hits and the rush had me feeling excellent in a few minutes. Andy pulled the little girl onto his lap face down. He reached under her cheerleading skirt and peeled off the little pink panties. "Do you want to see my kitty?" Kelli asked innocently. "Oh, yes," Andy said. "But first we are going to put some fun medicine inside your bottom. He lubed up a finger with what I have come to recognize as the cocaine laced Alboline, and he parted her little cheeks. He rubbed the hole for a bit before sliding his finger in. Then he took a clear rock of meth and pushed it into her asshole as far as his finger could go. Kelli squirmed and whined, "Oooh, that burns." "I know, sweetheat. But it will only last a couple of minutes. Then you are going to feel so good." He took her off his lap and stood her on a bare desktop. She was a bit wobbly from the drugs, and her pupils expanded. "Mmmm, I feel funny but nice," she purred. "Good," Andy said taking a sip of his bourbon. He pulled up a couple of chairs for us in front of the desk, and he put the desk light on the floor and bent the neck so that it shined on the girl like a spotlight. Andy lit and joint and said, "Let's see you do a cheer." The eight year old started moving the pom poms and kicking up her glittery red heels. Every now and then, her little bald pussy would flash us. Andy grinned and moved into me for a kiss. "Potato chip, potato chip, crunch, crunch, crunch. Looks out team, here's your lunch," she cheered. "Excellent," Andy said as we clapped. He stood up, his boner tenting his shorts, and pulled off her Giants shirt. Then he removed her skirt. Now she was naked except for her red "come fuck me" heels. I was used to the flat chest having seen enough little boys, but the slit between her legs was interesting. Totally hairless and smooth. The unsightly vaginal folds of womanhood (in my view) hadn't opened up yet. Just the tantalizing slit. "Do you like my kitty?" she asked. "Kitty. Isn't that adorable? Not a pussy yet, just a kitty. But kitty is a word that daddies use to describe your fun spot. Now your daddy wants you to have fun with other men like me and Bill. With other men your kitty is called a different word. It's a cunt. Can you say cunt?" I could see the girl sweating and knew the drug was making her feel wildly sensate and alive. "Cunt," she said tentatively. "That's right. No, keep your hands off your cunt. That's our toy. So, little girls who play with men other than their daddies are called sluts. You are a slut or a bitch. Can I hear you say, `I am a slut?'" "I am a slut," she repeated. "Now, I want you to say fuck my cunt." She frowned. "The f word is a bad word." "No baby. It's a good word. Fucking is when men put their dicks in your cunt and move it back and forth. It's what you were born for, slut." "I want you to fu fu fuck my cunt," she said reaching down to touch her cunt. Andy slapped her hand away and then slapped her bald twat three times. "Ooooh," she cried out. "That feels weird," Andy looked at me and said, "I want to get some things from my room. I'll be right back." That left the naked girl with me. I picked her up and sat her on my bare thigh. I was just wearing a pair of shorts. "Do you like my muscles?" I asked, flexing my pecs. The immature girl looked at my chest and put her hands on me. "You're so strong," she said in amazement. "Yeah, we are," I said. Andy returned with a football and a cheerleader's baton, a light metal rod with white rubber ends. "What do you want to be when you grow up," Andy asked adjusting his raging boner in his now precum stained shorts. "I am going to be a ballerina," she announced proudly as Andy lifted the naked slut to desktop again. "Ooh, you are pretty enough to be a dancer. You know cheerleaders are considered dancers too. I bet you will be a great dancer. I bet in less than ten years, you will be working strip joints." "What are those?" she asked. "It's a place where sluts like you dance for men like us. Naked. Showing off your cunt and tits to men." She looked doubtful but was distracted when Andy put the football on the desk between her feet. "Now you can't touch your cunt yet, but you can rub it. Why don't you squat down and rub your cunt on the football?" Andy asked as he pulled out his phone. The twat was game and sat down on the laces. She moaned as her bald little slit started rubbing on the rougher texture. The little slut started grinding herself on it and panting out loud. "Oooh, this feels good!" she declared. "Of course it does. You were made to be a slut for football players," I said. Her breathing intensified, and it was clear she was about to cum. Andy snatched the ball away. He stuck the baton between her legs and planted the rubber end against the wall. Then he raised the metal bar until it was on her kiddy slit. "Ooh" the drugged kid said as the metal touched her cunt lips. Soon she was grinding her labia on the metal pole. "Feels good, huh hooker?" Andy asked. "So good!" she moaned. "That's what strip dancers do. The grind their cunts into the pole," Andy said. This time he let Kelli rub away until she had a huge orgasm. Andy lifted the bar so that he little bald cunt lips were on either side. She moaned, sweated, and mewled in pleasure. The football jock dropped the bar and picked up the girl before placing her on the bed. He pulled her down by the ankles until her cunny was on the edge. He pulled one ankle wide and asked me to do the same with the other. "Look at that baby cunt," Andy said with wonder. "Let's lick it together." We leaned in, and I tentatively stuck my tongue out. I took a long lick from the bottom to the top. Andry grinned and did the same. Soon we were kissing each other and then slobbering on the eight year old's immature fuck hole. "With women, the clit is annoying high up from the vagina," Andy said. "But with little sluts, it's so damn close." He took a finger and rubbed her tender slit. Kelli moaned and tried to close her legs, be we held them wide apart. Andy plunged the finger into the cunt making the girl gurgle. He fucked her with his digit before pulling it out and putting it into my mouth. I sucked his finger like a little boy dick. The taste was mild and not at all unpleasant. Andy's tongue moved up to her tiny clit, and he sucked it into her mouth. This drove the little bitch wild with passion. He stood up and kicked off his shorts revealing his nine inch cut penis. It was marvelously erect and wet from desire. I followed suit, and soon we were both wagging our hardons at the child. Kelli looked at our dicks in awe. She was used to her father's little pizzle, and I could tell she was hungry for some real mean. "Your love pickles are so big. And you don't have any hair like me," she declared when looking at my pedo dick. "They are called dicks or cocks," Andy said before getting on his knees. He leaned over and engulfed my slick dickhead in his mouth. I moaned as his tongue feathered half my dick. Then he slid it into his throat. This jock knew how to suck a man! He pulled off, and my penis twitched and bobbed. He leaned in and started tonguing her twat. "Rub your dick head on the slit," he instructed. I did so, and Andy's tongue alternated between pussy and penis. "Now put your dick head in," he urged. The slut gasped as my bulbous mushroom head spit her hairless cunt lips and popped inside. "Now fuck it all the way inside the whore," Andy said. I grinned and with a hard thrust buried my pedo dick inside her tight vagina. How to describe little girl cunt? It was tighter than my wife's, by far. It was also a smooth, silky, and oh-so-gratifying fuck passage. I moaned at how good it felt. Andy positively beamed. I pulled out until just my cockhead was inside, and then I plunged back in with a slow but forceful thrust. "My father used to buy Cadillacs because he said they were a smooth ride," I said tingling with sexual pleasure. "Damn, baby cunts are amazing!" "I knew you would like it!" he exclaimed. Occasionally I would pull out and put my cock into his mouth. Andy moaned while he sucked her essence off my molesting prick. Then back to her pussy I went. I was sweating profusely, and I could feel the little cunt gripping my meat right before she came. Then the velvet glove squeezed and massaged my raging child fucker. I nearly came but managed to hold off. I pulled out and Andy slapped me on the back. "Well done, Bill. You've fucked a preteen twat. Now are you a true pedo!" Andy loaded my pipe and poured some more boubon for himself. He took another shard of meth and rather forcefully shoved it up her tiny asshole. The slut cried out but almost instantly was thrashing from the burning sensation and pleasure flooding her body. Andy shared his joint with Kelli who seemed to know what she was doing with it. At least her father taught her a useful skill. That and getting fucked of course. When we started up again, Andy coated my dick with lube. He flipped her over and urged me to fuck her ass. Normally I would lick and suck a boy's ass before nailing it, but I just couldn't do it. Andy picked up on this and said, "I don't lick female ass either. Boy ass and man ass, hell yeah, but not some inferior cunt's shitter. Now fucking rape that asshole. Show me what you can do!" I pressed against the tiny asshole, so very much like that of a boy's hole. She yelped when I entered her, but even this anal fuck was turning the drugged child on. After several strokes, I bottomed out in her ass. "Now stay inside, roll over, and flip the bitch over, bro. Yeah!" Andy said lubing his achingly hard dick. He stepped up without hesitation and slipped his perfectly shaped cockhead between her now puffy red cunt lips. Then he deliberately plunged all the way in. Oh fuck! I could feel his nine inches stroking in and out right next to my seven inches. It was like the thinnest tissue separated our penises. I growled and moaned, and Andy leaned in and kissed me. We made out and thrust our dicks inside the kid's fuck holes. We kissed so long, that we only pulled apart when Kelli began hitting our sides with her fist. Apparently we had trapped her face between our sweating abs and forgot about her. We began fucking again looking at each other's faces but this time giving the fleshlight room to breathe. She was cumming over and over, and I literally saw Andy's eyes cross just as I felt my cum shoot out of my dick. We kissed as the three of us came. I felt Andy's cock pulse with jet after jet of hot cum shooting into her cunt. I could tell he felt my copious ejaculations up her asshole. We rested and hydrated and then Andy got on his knees and spread his ass cheeks. The cleft was covered with sweaty blond hairs, and looked delectable to me. "Come on, slut. Lick up and down my butt crack. Then put your tongue in my hole and lick and suck on it." Kelli looked horrified and said, "I can't do that." Andy reached behind him and grabbed ahold of her two golden braids in each hand. He yanked them until she yelped and her face was forced into his ass. "You heard the man, cunt!" I barked as I pressed her head into his ass. "Lick his ass. Sluts like you lick the assholes of men like us because cock is superior to cunt. Learn that, and things will go easier." She licked his hole for ten minutes, and then we banged her again. I tried to fuck her mouth, but honestly it was tedious. She could barely get my dickhead in her mouth, and when she did, she damn near scraped my skin off. Andy didn't even try. We ended up standing her on an ottoman with me in her cunt and Andy in her ass. "Fuck her like you are going to put a baby inher, bro," Andy encouraged. "Damn, now I know what straight guys meant they wanted to get a piece of ass. That's what I want. This hairless cunt as a fuck toy. The rest of the bitch you can have. I just want the baby cunt." Andy laughed, and we settled into a nice rut. The cunting slut came a half dozen times, but we stayed fucking for a good forty minutes before we came. I loved the idea of impregnating her but knew it was ridiculous. My cock plopped out of her now well fucked hole, and some sperm oozed out and onto the floor. All of us hydrated and rested. I inspected the child's cunt, and it was nicely reddened and inflamed with irritation. It was the gaping hole of a third grader whose father turned her over to two pedos in exchange for some porn and drugs. What a great vacation, I thought. There was a knock on the door, and Andy looked at his wristwatch. "Right on time," he said as he walked naked to the door. He opened the door and motioned for Flacco the drug dealer and Crush the private security guard to come in. Crush and Andy did one of those cool bro handshakes which I can never master. The jock was unashamedly naked and hanging long and wet. "I am a big fan bro. You totally deserved the Heisman. So, is this the little cunt?" he asked looking at the well fucked child slut. "Yep. We need to get the father's permission first. He's in Chase's room," Andy said. He gathered up the girl's pom poms and cheerleader outfit and led us all over to Chase's room. He knocked and then went in. Inside Henry was naked save for his shirt, and Roy was half-heartedly licking his limp dick. Henry, deep in a meth zone, reluctantly pulled away from the video. On screen two men were shooting their loads onto the faces of two little cunts who were twins. Thoughtfully, however, the men cleaned the cum off with a long and healthy piss. Andy looked hard at Henry and shook his head. "Henry. Henry!" he said louder before the man looked at him. "It's midnight. Party's over. Unless ... unless you accept an offer from these two gentlemen. You know Flacco, of course, and the muscle stud here is Crush. They want to continue the party with your daughter. They are willing to buy her services for one ounce of the same meth you have been smoking and apparently snorting all night. If you accept, two other security guards will drive you both home at nine AM. What do you say?" Henry thought and sweated and played with his limp dick. Crush, meanwhile, was eying little Roy. The impish little fucker had zeroed in on the man's hard cock tenting his camo pants. "Can we play with the boy too?" Crush asked. Andy smiled looking at Roy's lust. "You think about it, Henry. Roy, let's you, me, and Bill have a talk in the hall." The little boy, still in his Paw Patrol undies, stood between us. "Have you been having fun, Roy?" Andy asked. The adorable boy pouted and said, "No. He doesn't get hard. He doesn't talk. He doesn't even look at me." "What an asshole," Andy said. "I'm sorry, buddy. What about Flacco and Chase. You want to play with them?" "Yes. I can tell they're hung. I don't want to play with Henry anymore!" We all went back inside. Henry was back looking at the screen and fiddling his flaccid noodle. Kurt always said smoking meth allows you to get hard, snorting it leads to party dick. "What's your choice, Henry?" Andy asked. "I'll take the ounce," he said. Andy grabbed him by the arm and pulled him to the edge of the bed. "I need you to say it out loud, Henry." Andy had positioned him to look right into the full-length mirror where he was secretly being recorded. "Bill and I turned your daughter into a slut tonight. Now these two studs want to turn your daughter into a whore. Say you want to whore your daughter out for drugs." He sat glassy eyed. "Say it or go home!" "I, ugh, want to whore my daughter out for an ounce of meth," he said. Flacco and Crush high fived. "Roy would love to play with you guys too," Andy said. "Here are the rules. Roy is my buddy, so if you hurt him you answer to me. He likes a good spanking but nothing severe. He also loves sex and will lick your ass and throat your dicks. I want you to make sure he cums a few times too." Crush was undressing as he listened, and when naked went to Roy. He bent down and kissed the boy before stripping off the Paw Patrol undies. "Let's give the boy a cum now," Crush said. "I love sucking little boy dick more than anything in the world." Roy sighed and held the massive man's head as he got head. Andy grabbed Henry off the bed and sat him in a club chair. He then turned the big screen to face the man and placed the computer on the table. He reached iside the man's shorts and pulled out his wallet and keys. In the background, I could hear Roy dry cumming with deep moans. "You get your wallet and keys after they drop you off. Men, secure the computer in the safe with the cord. Don't give him the ounce and addition eightball until he is home." "Wait," Flacco said. "I want to do something with the cunt here, but I need another man. You see, with little girls, they have three holes a man can plunder. I want to fill all three." Andy begged off, and remembering the bitch's teeth I said, "I'll take her ass." I entered her and flipped her over, exposing her cunt. Flacco was naked now, his body tatts were full of spiders and bats and skulls. The massive, monstrous uncut meat between his legs looked unreal at first. I had been fucked by Chip, Kurt's uncle, and he was ten inches. This fucker was bigger and girthier. It was crisscrossed with snaking veins, and the thick foreskin pulled back to expose a slick, slimy, and dark brown cockhead. "Sweet Satan, that is a big pedo cock, brother," Crush said. The drug dealer pressed his excited dickhead against the little girl's abused puffy red mound. He leered at the petrified little slut and rammed his rapemeat inside. Her eyes flew open, but she couldn't speak even as he bottomed out in her. My dick ached from how hard and turned on it was. When I fucked her, my seven inches added forty percent to the more to what she had been used to with her father. Andy's nine inches added another forty percent. Now Flacco had more than double the length and width of meat her father has, and he relentless rammed into her tiny cunt. He fucked hard in and out of her, and suddenly the little whore screamed. Not from pain, but from deep within her slutty soul. "Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck my cunnnnnt!" she moaned. Crush chuckled before straddling the drugged girl's neck. He shoved a few tatted fingers into her little mouth and pried her jaw open. Then the bruiser rammed his dick into her mouth and right into her throat. I admired his obvious skill. Kelli gagged and thrashed as all three of her fuck holes were being used for the selfish and deliciously exciting pleasure of three pedos. Fuck me! Feeling Flacco's monstrous cock slide on top of mine felt like a mountainside avalanche next to my dick. Crush held his cock in the girl's throat for an alarming amount of time before he pulled out. Kelli gasped but with her breath restored returned to moaning with a feral lust. Each time the drug dealer rammed into her little cunt, she moaned. I thought she was going to cum again but was shocked when piss began to fly out of her squelching twat. It flew into the air with some running down onto my penis which continued to methodically fuck her ass. Flacco grinned, "Most kids can't take my chulo without pissing themselves. I like it. Makes me fuck like a cochino." Soon after, the tatted pig came deep inside the whore which in turn made me cum deep in her backside. Crush had already pulled out, and now he was eagerly eating out Roy's ass. "Hey, buddy," Andy said to Roy. You can come sleep over in our room on the other side anytime if you want." "OK, Andy," the tyke said as Crush slipped his index finger into his ass. "Oh," Andy added. "Listen guys. He can have one more hit right of smoke now, but under no circumstances let him have any of your chem piss no matter how much he begs." "Damn, little puto, you like chem piss?" Crush asked with a leer. Roy giggled and nodded. Andy said, "If he drinks it, he will be up all night and tomorrow." "Damn, little boy. I am going to get nasty on your ass now that I know what a little piggy you are. Woofs." We all laughed as Andy and I left. We grabbed a much-needed shower and then went to my bedroom where he pulled out a big bong. "Let's get stoned and go to sleep. Remember I am going to fuck you in the morning." I fell into the sexy jock's arms and soon was asleep. I was awakened by something probing my ass. Sleepily, I felt Andy's arm around my chest as his naked body spooned mine. A lubed finger entered my ass, and the stud whispered in my ear. "Good morning, you sexy perv. As promised, I am going to fuck you firs thing. You were such a good sport and a hot pedo fucking Golditwat last night. This morning, though, I am going to make love to your hole." I felt another finger enter my butt hole, and I opened my chute for him. His meaty dickhead pressed against my ass, and with the ease which comes from fucking a thousand people, his nine inches slid inside of me. I love getting fucked on my side. "God damn," he cooed. "Your ass feels even better than it looks. I have been wanting to tap this bubble butt since I first met you. Oh, yeah, there it is. Your boy button. Mmmm." He reached around and stroked my now erect penis. He licked my ear as he slowly fucked me. My head ached a bit from the drugs the night before, but Andy's throbbing cock soothed me from inside. The only other man who could awaken my anal lust like this was Kurt. I began to pant and moan. "Yeah, baby. That's my boy. MMM, feel it. That's it. Let it go," he said as he sawed his nine inches in and out of my rectum. "Oh, fuck Andy," I whispered. Then my dick shot sperm into his palm, and my ass quivered and spasmed in anal ecstasy. My orgasm was enhanced by the pulsing ropes of sperm Andy's throbbing member bred deep into my intestines. The jock stayed inside of me even as the first rays of sunlight began to fill the room. I felt so satisfied and at peace. As the room brightened, a previously hidden figure was revealed. It was a man, dressed in black, sitting with his legs crossed in a chair. "What the fuck?" I asked sitting up. "Who the hell are you?" Andy sat up as well, pulling his spent dick from my hole. "Dude! What are you doing here?" The man in the shadows uncrossed his legs. "Well, I do own the place," he drawled. "You said you weren't going to be here for a couple of days," Andy said leaning against the headboard. "A storm was coming into the Mediterranean, and I wanted to get out before the flights were grounded." The conversation was so casual it threw me at first. Then I got angry. "Do you always spy on guys fucking?" I asked hotly. "It's nothing I haven't seen before," he replied. "Hell, I can't even count the times I have seen Andy in action." Andy laughed and said, "You're such an asshole. Bill this is Chase, Chase this is Bill." Chase idly waved his hand in greeting. "I came in at four this morning. Imagine my surprise when I went to my room and found a meth zombie watching my porn, a little boy sleeping on the couch, and a little cunt sleeping in my bed. I went to the sleeping porch, where I met a handsome frat boy named Tim. After he sucked me dry, he said your room was on the second floor. I went down there, but inside it was a hairy bearded man fast asleep with a little boy. Then I returned to the porch where I fucked frat boy up the ass. He then said you might be in this room. And there you were. My question is this. In a house full of fuckable little boys, why are you and I fucking men?" "Your frat bud Tim is fucking hot, and I will nail him sometime this week if I get the chance," Andy said. "Last night Bill and I fucked the little twat sleeping in your bed. Get this, we call her Golditwat." "Nice, bro," Chase said. "Who's been sleeping in my bed. Ha ha." "I have to take a leak," Andy said chuckling at his joke. The naked blond jumped out of bed and did one of those inscrutable bro handshakes with Chase on the way out. I was still pissed and just glared at the intruder. As the light filled the room, his features became clearer. He was smooth shaven like Andy and around the same age in his early twenties. His short hair was jet black like his clothes, and his facial features were refined and handsome. "It's not going to last, you know," Chase said. "What isn't going to last?" "Andy's crush on you. He moons over his crushes like a lovesick freshman girl, but eventually he will be onto his next one." I surprised myself by leaping to my feet. I walked naked over to him and in voice I pulled from deep within growled, "Fuck off." "Hey, take it easy, big guy," he said leaning back in the chair. "I am telling you this for your own protection. I don't want your heart broken." Then he looked me up and down taking in my naked body. He zeroed in on the silver chain and lock hanging around my neck. "Who owns you?" he asked. I wanted to smash his fucking face in, but I took a concious breath. In the same deep voice, I spoke evenly albeit through clenched teeth. "If you're looking for a place to bunk, your best bet is the sleeping porch with Tim." "Fine," the lanky young man said. "Would you tell Andy where I am?" "Sure," I said as I returned to bed. I was beginning to wonder what happened to Andy when he returned with little Roy in his arms. "Look who I found," he said. "I gave him a quick wash. He's going to sack out with us for a few hours." The little boy smiled at me and yawned. I was tired too, "Chase went to sleep on the porch," I said. The three of us climbed into bed. I gave a few sleepy mouth pecks to Roy and Andy, but soon we were all asleep. I awoke several hours later. Andy and Roy were gone, but there was a tray with cut fruit, croissants, and a carafe of coffee. I saw the note next to it and got out of bed to unfolded it. `B. Come play outside with us, sexy. A.' I looked out the window and saw men and boys romping on the lawn. A couple of boats were out on the water. The afternoon sun had heated up the room, but I enjoyed the warmth on my naked skin. I poured a cup of coffee and looked through my luggage until I found a cigar. I sat in a club chair and lit up. Sometimes a cigar is the perfect complement to the moment: black coffee, pungent maduro tobacco, and nudity. I filled my lungs with the earthy smoke and idly fiddled with my half hard dick. I caught sight of myself in a mirror. I flexed, bated, and gooned on my powerful body wondering again what I was becoming. I enjoyed my solitude and the quiet. Without thinking I got up to check my phone messages and realized I could only get them on the sleeping porch. Kurt's smartphone was next to mine. Perfect, I thought. No electronic dings and bells and likes and swipes during our vacation here. Just a couple of weeks of sun with men and boys living in the moment. I was ready for anything. There was a knock at the door. I answered it naked and found John standing there wrapped in a bath towel. His hair was wet. "Hey, John. How are you?" I asked. "I was looking for Kurt or Andy," he said. "Come on in," I said holding the door open. He entered, and I closed the door behind us. "Have a seat," I said motioning to one of the club chairs. The little boy complied looking around. I smiled slyly and picked up Kurt's phone, entered the password, and set it to record the bed head-on. Then I opened mine and positioned it from a side angle and set it to record. "Are Andy and Kurt here?" John asked. "No. It's just you and me," I said evenly. I looked through my luggage and found my black leather gloves. I slipped them on my hands. "What are those?" he asked. "These are motorcycle gloves. Kurt and I are going to rent motorcycles with passenger cars and drive the boys all around Europe. Now come sit on the edge of the bed here," I said patting the spot next to me. He approached slowly. I tore off his towel leaving us both naked. "The rule was you were to be naked while you are here," I said standing up when he sat down. "Did you have fun last night?" I asked. "Did you enjoy being nude in front of everyone while they were clothed?" "Yeah," he admitted. "Everyone was real nice." "Did you suck anyone?" "Yeah. I sucked Chuck, and that was cool. I never saw a foreskin before. And I sucked the doctor." "Good boy. That brings you up to six cocks you have sucked. Kurt, Andy, Jack, me, Chuck, and the doctor." "Did you lick anyone's ass?" I asked. "No, that's gross," he said making a face. "No, boy. It's the best way to taste a man, and you will be doing it a lot. Has anyone fucked you?" "No. That's why I was coming to look for Andy or Kurt." "You want them to fuck you?" I asked as I started rummaging around the desk drawers. "Well, I kind of promised each of them they could fuck me. Andy told me about special lube he uses that will make it so it doesn't hurt." "Right. The one with cocaine in it. It works great with little boys. You, though, won't get that lube. Your first fuck should hurt because you like to get hurt." "What?" he asked. "Ah, here we go," I said holding up a magic marker. "What's that?" he asked. "It says it is a wide tipped permanent marker. Perfect. But first we have some things we need to clear up." I faced the boy with my dick half hard. Then I swung my arm and slapped him hard across the face with my gloved hand." "Ow," he cried as he teared up. I slapped him again. "That's for not acknowledging me when you came into the room. I said, `Hello, John,' and you asked where Andy and Kurt were. That's rude, and I won't tolerate rudeness from you. Let's try it again." The teary-eyed brat looked at me and barely whispered, "Hello, Bill." I slapped him again, and he started crying. My dick responded by stiffening quickly. "What do you call me, faggot?" I asked before spitting in his face. "Ugh, oh! Sir! You're Sir," he said. I looked down and noticed that his little pecker was also rocked up. Kurt and Andy sure read this little slut correctly. I caressed his reddened cheeks with my gloved hand and slipped a few leather covered fingers into his mouth. The juvenile cocksucker wrapped his tongue around them and slurped. "The other thing is you did not promise Kurt or Andy that they could fuck you. When you were spying on Kurt fucking me in the RV, Kurt said he wanted to fuck you," I said. His panicky, guilty look made my dick twitch. "And I was with you when Andy said he wanted to pop your anal cherry. But you never promised either of them anything. Even if you did, that doesn't matter. This is what is going to happen. I am going to fuck you and take your anal virginity," I said smiling with my seven inches standing at attention. "You can't do that," the kid said angrily before nervously adding "Sir" at the end. "Who's going to stop me? You? I don't think so. If you try to run away from me, I will beat the shit out of you and rape you anyway. Your best bet is to just obey me while I show you how much fun your other fuck hole can be. Now sit perfectly still." I picked up the marker and drew a single line about three inches long on his chest next to his left it. Then I drew three more next to it. Then I crossed the four with one and put one more line next to it. "Perfect. Now everyone will know you have sucked six dicks so far. I wonder how many marks you will have by the end of your stay?" I moved to the club chair and took a seat. I picked up a phone and said, "Now crawl to me, faggot. Show me what a low life faggot dog you are. Crawl to me between my legs and then beg to suck my dick and balls." The great thing about John was how emotive he was. As the cliché goes, he wore his emotions on his sleeve. His tearful eyes, pouting mouth, wailing and whimpering were perfect for the perverted films he and I (and many other men) would make together. Pedos around the world got off on his apparent suffering. Only his treacherous penis, hard as can be, betrayed how much he enjoyed it all. The slut crawled over slowly and looked up at me. "Please, Sir. May I suck your cock and balls?" "You may," I said as I held the camera and zoomed in on his mouth. He lapped my smooth, sweaty nuts and eventually took each in his mouth and sucked them. Then he got to work on my dick. Just like his cocksucking brother, Zach, he was a natural. The day before with Andy I had only gotten his mouth for about five minutes. That day I let him suck and choke on my dick for much longer. I held him down, and soon my junk and thighs were covered with his throat spit. I scooted forward and hooked my legs over the arms of the chair. This exposed my smoothly shaved crack and hole. "Now lick the sweat out of my asscrack with long licks up and down. Then shove your tongue inside my asshole." The boy teared up again and shook his head no. I grabbed him by his hair and jumped out of the chair dragging him to the bed. "You need some discipline, boy," I said throwing him on the bed. I got on my knees on the bed and began slapping the boy's body. When I say body, I mean body. The slaps stung but did not bruise. I slapped his tits and undefined pectorals. I slapped his belly, his naked thighs, his calves. He howled when I brough my gloved hand down on his little hardon and balls. I slapped his face and his arms. Later when I started to do research on BDSM play, I realized the slaps caused John's body to think it was under attack. In response, his body was flooded with endorphins giving the budding masochist intense pleasure. On the video, though, his body was pink and red from the assault. I sat on his chest with my twitching pedo hardon above his face. "Let's try this again. Lick my goddamn ass, faggot!" I boomed. I scooted forward and sat my sweat soaked ass on the child's face. Slowly, tentatively, his tongue began to move. Soon he thoroughly licking and sucking my crack and hole. Oh, yeah. I got up, relit my cigar, and then sat on his face again. This time the eager slut went at it with gusto. Occasionally I would smack his flat belly or chest. "You did that very well, pig," I said getting off the bed. "You deserve a reward. I am not going to use cocaine lube, but I will let you smoke some." I got the pipe from the night before and loaded it. The curious boy was sitting up watching me. I torched it and drew a big cloud before exhaling on him. I handed it to him, and he excitedly took it. I lit it for him, and the eleven year old took his first hit of hard drugs. I gave him my cigar while I hit the pipe, and he handled the tobacco smoke admirably. Soon we were flying high and coated with a sheen of sweat. I repositioned the phone and flipped him on his stomach. "The cocaine you smoked will make every nerve come alive in your body. You have ten thousand of those in your asshole. It would be a shame to numb it. My dick will hurt you, especially this first time. But you will discover that inside of you is a spot which feels amazing. Now I am going to lick and suck your ass, and you will know why men love it." His sweaty, hairless boy ass was ---- well most of you readers know what it's like. Pedos who are lucky or brave enough to actually have sex with a boy know. I rubbed my beard in his delicious cleft savoring every drop of boy sweat which was delightfully infused with that incomparable little boy smell. If I were to make a cologne for men, I would include the sweat from a little boy's ass. My pedo dick loved it and soon was a sticky mess. John loved it. He moaned and shoved his butt back onto my face. I growled and then tongue fucked him deep before wrapping my lips around his tiny hole and sucking. Cocaine lube would have deadened that sensation but not smoking it. I stood up, and my raging boner was flinging dick snot everywhere. For the final step before fucking, I needed to find something I could use to spank his ass. I looked in the closet and found a bag full of clothespins on a shelf. I smiled evilly. Eventually I found Kurt's hairbrush which had a smooth wooden back. Perfect. I started spanking him with my gloved hands. He moaned. I got harder and harder, and soon his butt was pink. I grabbed the brush and spanked him harder. The cocaine was releasing its own voluminous endorphins, and this prompted the submissive slut to start moaning with each smack on his utterly smooth butt cheeks. Eventually his ass was bright red. I took off my gloves and lubed a finger using no drugs just Alboline. I slipped it into his tight hole, and he groaned. I twisted my finger around until I found his prostate. The cocaine made the contact with my finger nothing less than electric. He moaned out loud and said, "That feels so good." I smiled and flipped him on the back. With my dick curving upwards, this position would be sure to hit his immature prostate. I took a couple of clothespins and put one on each nipple. He yelped at first but then moaned. "Oh, you like that?" I asked grinning. "Yeah. It makes my dick tingle so good," he said smiling. He was ready. I pulled his ass to the edge of the bed and pressed my lubed dick against his virgin boy hole. My piss slit drooled its own river of slimy precum as I pressed into him. John winced and clenched his teeth. When my dickhead popped inside the incredibly moist and tight chute, he screamed out loud. "That hurts!" he yelled. I leaned in and said inches from his face. "I know, boy. It will pass. The pain is necessary to initiate you as a man's boy. Then you will love it," I said before kissing him. While we dueled our tongues, I continued to slide my pedo penis deep inside his clenching chute. He whimpered and moaned around my tongue, but his eyes flew open when my fucking cockhead rubbed against his boy button. This slut was a natural. Little boy John, hairless and prepubescent, cried and moaned freely while I slowly fucked my pedo meat inside his most private place. I smiled wickedly knowing that Jack, Kurt, and Andy wanted his anal virginity, but I was the one who took it. I ran my fingertips over his drug sensitized body making him shiver with pleasure. I tweaked the clothespins on his nips which made him groan and drool. All the while I never stopped fucking him --- slowly, relentlessly, and so fucking pleasurably. Nothing is better than fucking the ass of a hairless little boy. My perverted penis was ready to cum, but I kept the tempo slow enough not to set it off. John was panting more and wincing less. He began to shove his ass back against my hard cock rammed deep up his hole. "That's it, you dirty slut. Fuck yourself on me," I said with my sweat dripping down on his immature body. I was huge next to him. Even without working out, I was bigger than him. But my new physique made our size difference even greater. This thrilled me. Then I heard the first pant. Almost breathless. Then another. And then he came in dry, ecstatic joy. The little slut was fucked to his first orgasm. "Oh, Sir! Oh god! Oh wow," the boy cried as his steaming elastic chute gripped my boy fucker like an anaconda does its prey. I shot load after load into the boy while I leaned in for a deep kiss. I held my pulsing penis in the kid's ass for quite a while, and when I pulled out, I was still hard. I turned to one of the phone cameras and twitched my cummy hardon at it. Using the black permanent marker, I drew a single line on the kid's ass cheek. I smiled into the camera and in my deep, authentic voice said, "A real man takes what he wants."