It Takes a Village Chapter 1

It Takes a Village

🏳️‍🌈 A story by Josh Terrence 🏳️‍🌈

mb/oral/anal/mast/rimming

Author's note: This short story depicts sexual acts between males of various ages. If you are offended by sex between men, teenage boys, boys or between males of any age, why are you here? If you are not a legal adult or if this content is illegal in your locale, leave now.

This story is a work of pure fiction. The taboo acts depicted in this story are not condoned by the author, this is fantasy only. All Characters in this story are portrayed by actors 18 years of age or older. This disclaimer applies to all installments of this story, past and present.

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Chapter One -- A Neighborly Dick Down🏳️‍🌈

At around noon Saturday, I was working in the yard with mom when the text came over. It wasn't even a message, just a dick pic. As soon as I saw it, I felt my ass tremble and my 15 year old dick stiffened. I immediately told mom, "I'll be right back."

"Where are you going, Nate?" she asked, and I let my guilty eyes wander to the house across the street. She gave me a knowing look and nodded her approval but didn't say anything. I quickly abandoned the lawn mower and hurried across the street with an urgent switch in my hips.

As soon as he opened the door I bit my lower lip. We both looked back at mom, who was watching us intently from the yard. Disregarding her presence, I smiled up at Mr. Jackson and he ushered me inside. As soon as he closed the door, he put his hand on my boney shoulder and leaned down to plant a kiss on my mouth. I moaned softly when his tongue slid into my mouth, then my 6'1" stud dipped me back. Safe in the arms of my powerful lover, I felt my anus quiver while assjuice flowed along the walls of my desperately horny ass.

We broke our kiss and he led me to the family room and closed the blinds to the front window. With the shades drawn, he sat on the couch and took his dick out while I scrambled out of my pants. When I stepped out of my pants and undies, he set his gaze on my small erection and I blushed. He gave me a warm smile and held his arms out for me to come to him, and I quickly obeyed him by stepping between his spread eagle thighs.

"You looking forward to riding this dick?" he asked, and I moaned again as I nodded my answer. "Take it out, buddy."

"Okay," I sighed, feeling breathless with desire as I reached into his basketball shorts and pulled his trophy out. As soon as I felt the familiar warmth and girth in my hands, I shivered hard and my boy pussy surged with assjuice that was already flowing heavily. I eagerly pulled it out and felt my toes curl as I contemplated enjoying the massive pleasure stick like I had so many times before. I quickly gave it a few strokes, then he cupped the back of my head and pulled me into another kiss.

Our tongues were dancing fluidly as he combed his thick fingertips through my blond hair, driving me crazy with lust. My head was spinning in anticipation of what was coming as he kissed me up, then he slid his hands down to my hips and pressed his fingertips into my buns. I could feel his mammoth prick throb in my hand as heat poured off the shaft and precum coated the head. When our tongues disengaged, I gave him a pleading look and he nodded his approval.

My ass was already slippery with desire, so I straddled his lap and centered my hole against his massive cock head. With a moan, I pushed down and his rod slid up my ass while I sighed with relief. I've taken Mr. Jackson's prick so many times that I've lost count, but every time it slides up my ass it feels brand new. So as the plum shaped head bullied its way along the tight lining of my gripping poop chute, I felt a searing pleasure grip me. At the same time, my rectal walls were squeezing his veiny shaft tight, pulling it all the way inside with powerful contractions that only added to my pleasure.

When he bottomed out inside me I sighed with a dreamy smile on my face, grinding my hips around in a clockwise circle while his pubes scrubbed the insides of my crevice and my taint. We shared a kiss in the lips with a little bit of tongue, then I began riding him.

His rock hard manhood felt like heaven inside me as I took thrust after thrust with horny moans. With each and every up and down stroke I treated myself to, I could feel my urgently horny rear end grip his dick with tight contractions. We both looked down at my tiny erection and I noted that it was moist with precum while he dominated my ass with no effort at all. In the midst of my ride, he puckered his lips and I moved in for another mouthful of tongue. In no time flat, I got lost in a haze of carnal mist.

Two decadent minutes later, he grabbed my hips and held them tight while he thrusted his cock up into me. We broke our kiss and I laid my sweaty head on his shoulder as the pleasure signals coursed through my nervous system with relentless force. My eyes were barely open and I could hear a light, steady humming in my ear as he deep dicked me through the final leg of our fuck.

Finally, he buried his rod all the way up my ass, lifting me up with the power behind his final thrust. I moaned blissfully as my body lolled with the motion of his hips, then he unloaded his sperm while my chest heaved against him. With his dick still jerking and throbbing inside me, I picked my head up from his shoulder and we shared a final kiss.

When his load was fully received, our tongues disengaged and our lips parted, then he pulled out and sent me home to mom with a satisfied rear end. 🏳️‍🌈

Mom and I moved into the neighborhood when I was 12 years old and we've enjoyed ourselves every single day. When we first moved here, I wasn't sure what to expect. Especially because I was so used to the apartment complex we were living at before. We'd been there for years, and I was surrounded by people we knew and loved. Our apartment was like a community gathering spot, and there were men and boys in and out at all hours to see mom and me.

But mom worked hard and bought a house in a working class neighborhood. Just like at our last place, she went out of her way to make friends by being as neighborly as possible. As it turned out, everyone here is really accommodating and we were welcomed with open arms. Being the neighborly people we are, we've welcomed them all with opened legs. On any given day, we have no less than two or three neighbors over for company, and sometimes it's more than that. Especially on the weekends.

Mom says it's healthy for a kid my age to have strong male role models in my life, and that it takes a village to bring a boy out and raise him the right way. Mom's really gone out of her way to make sure that I'm surrounded by men who know how to fulfill my needs. Luckily, the men who live in our neighborhood are more than happy to fill the gap that I need them to fill -- in more ways than one. 🏳️‍🌈

It was 2pm when I woke up from my post coitus slumber. I was dressed in nothing but a pair of tighty whities when I came out of my room and went to the bathroom to drain my bladder. While I was peeing, I thought about the luscious sex I'd had with Mr. Jackson and sighed with bliss. My little wiener, which had been rock hard when I hurried across the street to see my lover, was now soft as a marshmallow and practically hiding in its skin. My balls were relaxed and my boy pussy was still warm and glowing with satisfaction as I let out my last few, shy drops of pee.

I flushed the toilet and washed my hands, then I joined mom in the living room. She was sitting on the couch browsing on her phone, so I curled up beside her and rested my head on her shoulder.

"Hey sweetie, I see you're awake," she noted, and I nodded with a sleepy smile while she rubbed my back. "I went in to check on you and you were out like a light."

"Yeah," I said with a shy smile. "I needed a nap."

"I saw that," she said, then she caressed my satisfied bubble butt. "Are you all set back there for now?"

Nodding my answer, I nuzzled my cheek into her shoulder and said, "Mr. Jackson made sure I was okay."

"I'm glad to hear that, sweetie," she said, then she patted my butt. "Mommy's planning to have company later. Would you like me to arrange for you to have some company, too?"

I felt my ass tremble and quickly nodded my answer. I know from experience that mom and I have similar taste in men. She likes her men hung, just like me, and since we've moved into the neighborhood, we've picked our favorites. Of course, I'm a little less selective than her. If I can hop on a dick and enjoy a ride, I'll do it regardless of the size. But mom knows that extra large is best, and always finds the hottest studs to come through and keep us both satisfied.

Lately we've been entertaining a father-son duo in our respective rooms. Mr. Larson and his 19 year old son Jason live just down the street and we love to trade off. Some days I get dicked down by Jason in my bed while Mr. Larson pleasures mom across the hall. Some days I get to open my legs for Mr. Larson while Jason powerfucks mom in her room. I'm not picky about which one fucks me because it's a pleasure, no matter whose dick I end up riding.

"Is it Jason and Mr. Larson?" I asked hopefully, and mom nodded. "What time will they be here?"

"Probably around 6:30," she said, and I groaned a little. She patted my rear again and said, "I thought Mr. Jackson fixed you up, honey."

"He did, but I really want to see Jason right away," I admitted, my head still resting on her shoulder.

"Jason's at work right now, sweetie," she said, and I felt my heart sink.

"Oh," I said with a sullen inflection in my voice. "Mama?"

"Yes sweetie?"

"Can I go back across the street to see Mr. Jackson?" I asked hopefully.

"That'll be fine, Nate," mom said. Giving me a whiff, she said, "How about taking a shower and freshening your pussy up before you head across the street?"

With a shy smile, I nodded in agreement while she brushed my messy bangs out of my eyes and kissed me on the end of the nose. I hurried down the hall to text my beau and set up another ride on his stallion, then I jumped in the shower to get my ass ready to be serviced. 🏳️‍🌈

I was laying on my back with my legs wrapped around Mr. Jackson's waist, watching with tortured eyes as he ran his dick deep inside me. My moans were laced with an audible quiver as the unmistakable sensation of anal intercourse ripped through my 5'3" frame.

All 110 pounds of me was soaked in sweat as our marathon session approached the 25 minute mark. As he hovered over me, I could see hundreds of sweat beads forming on Mr. Jackson's knotted brow and trickling down, leaving wet trails that glistened against his cocoa complected skin.

My size 7 ½ feet were digging into Mr. Jackson's hip bone as he treated me to thrust after deep, decadent thrust of his jumbo sized dick. His strong hands were holding onto my pelvis while my small erection strained against my pubic bone. My sparse patch of pubes framed my tiny spike, which was sizzling with pleasure and drooling precum. My tummy was rolling with each and every cock stroke I took while my calves burned with exhaustion.

On both sides of my torso, the bedsheets were bunched up and pulled toward me. This was because as each wave of orgasmic pleasure washed over me, I was gripping the sheets with my fists. My head would occasionally thrash from side to side as my ecstasy peaked, then my climax would wane. That's when I would try to pick my torso up from the mattress while taking short, fast breaths as if I were a woman in labor. This would be followed by the rapid onset of yet another tidal wave of orgasmic energy that I was powerless to control.

Each carnal onslaught would overwhelm me so fast that I barely knew it was happening until I was deep in its grip. The ecstasy would cause my head to fall back to the bed, then whip from side to side while my boy pussy reacted with violent contractions. These contractions would cause the lining of my chute to tighten around Mr. Jackson's stallion, adding to my pleasure and his, and encouraging him to thrust harder.

At some point, it became a vicious cycle that seemed to go on for a luscious eternity.

But like all good things, the cycle had to come to an end. And for Mr. Jackson and me, the cycle ended sometime around 35 minutes into our union. That was when my anal glands expressed themselves for the final time. It was also when my rectal walls caught the head and shaft of my stud's dick and didn't let go. The moist friction pulled a powerful orgasm from his package that caused him to throw his head back with a groan.

I felt his fingertips dig into my waist as he buried his shaft up my clutching, satisfied rear end for the final time and shot his load while sweat poured liberally from his brow and down his cheeks. His eyes rolled back in his head and I felt his magnificent cock jerking against the walls of my throbbing anus and knew I'd been bred. A generous dollop of sweat fell from the end of his nose and landed on my smooth pubic bone, barely missing my hard as steel boy cock. He let go of a long, satisfied sigh and released his grip on my waist so he could wipe the sweat from his face, then he smiled down at me while I gazed up at him with stars in my eyes.

"Is that better, champ?" he asked without pulling out, and I felt my satisfied boy pussy throb around his stalk as I nodded my answer.

"Thanks for seeing me again, Mr. Jackson," I cooed from the mattress, tightening my legs around his waist. "I feel so much better, now."

With a wink, my virile lover rubbed my thighs, encouraging me to release my grip around his waist, then he pulled out of me. I shivered as his massive prick slid along the walls of my pleasured rear end when he removed it. When the head popped out, I used my forearms to sit up so I could wrap my lips around it and suck it clean. With the delicious pleasure stick in my throat, I beamed up at him and moaned with satisfaction while my little boner raged between my legs. 🏳️‍🌈

Up Next: Meet the Larsons in Chapter Two of It Takes a Village🏳️‍🌈

Plus: It's bedtime, but Jimmy's got an insatiable craving for anal sex. Will he find relief when he sets up a Rendezvous at the Back Door? 🏳️‍🌈