Date: Sun, 12 Mar 2000 12:36:36 PST From: Martin M Subject: "Last Australian Hero"-part 3 Phil, Sammy and Joe Phil quckly came to like the place that he was hoping would be his home for a while longer. The hot climate, the seclusion, the relaxation, and above all, horny little boys that were available to him every hour of the day. In the beginning he had worried about the fact that the lads were being forced to their sex games, but he noticed now that it was almost always one of the kids who took initiative when it came to kinky sessions. A bond of love settled between himself and Billy and also Sammy, who was his all time favourite. Sammy was a master a sucking his cock slowly, pressing his lips tightly around his fucking pole and very sensually arousing him, to finally draw his seed into his throat. Billy was the "hard kid", always swearing and cursing (Phil loved it when boys his age talked dirty), and his main passion was kicking around on his dirt bike. Dexter and the other adults seemed as relaxed as always, going about their chores and projects, maily related to engines and trucks. Phil had learned that they were pretty well off, since they had not so long ago filmed five three-hour videos starring the boys in action with local truckdrivers and made a good profit from the sales. Customers as far away as Alaska had contacted them for copies. Sammy seemed to have friends his age all over, especially in the town where Phil had landed with the bus about 3 weeks ago. Sometimes they'd come out to the house and play with him, and Phil would watch them play ball, get into tickle fights and chase frogs out on the front yard. None of Sammy's friends were drawn into any other "activities", since Dex wanted to keep a low profile. Nevertheless, Phil enjoyed just watching the boys play and frolick in the sunshine. He did wonder if Sammy ever got any questions as to why he always smelled strongly of urine, and why his jeans always had yellowing stains. Sammy never saw the need to shower, and there was no-one who made him. He'd occasionally jump into the pond behind the house wearing his clothes and swim around for a bit, to remedy the worst smells. A regular afternoon, the sun sitting high and blazing mercilessly down on the secluded estate walled in by swamps and forests on all sides, Phil was sitting on the large veranda overlooking the front yard and the highway beyond. He was having a beer as usual, while reading a Boy's Life magazine, enjoying the pictures of Scouts in uniform trying to get a raft together for a water event. He was feeling horny, since two days had passed since he'd been screwing around with any of the boys. It had been a well needed break, since his balls had almost been aching from the intense activity that had characterised his first two weeks on the estate. He longed to feel Sammy's body writhe beneath his, with his own toung simultaneously intertwined with Billy's. He decided he'd approach the lads for some fun as soon as he knew their whereabouts. Almost as if a higher power had been able to read his thoughts he was suddenly attacked from behind by a fast moving prowler, that qickly covered his eyes with small hands and yelled: "Guess who!" Phil immediately swung his attacker around, and made him land on his lap, giggling. "You little brat, are you trying to give me a heart attack ?!", Phil laughed, as he tickled Sammy between the ribs, the boy trying to escape his grasp. He suddenly froze, as he discovered that they were not alone. Behind the screen door stood a small boy about Sammy's age, not quite knowing whether to come out on the veranda or not. "C'mon out, man", Sammy shouted to the kid, "this is Phil that I've told you so much about." The boy swung open the screen door, and emerged on the wooden floor that covered the veranda. Phil looked at him, and was struck by two things immediately: how amazingly hansome the kid was, with high cheek bones, a round face that looked like a silk blanket, and cherry red lips that contrasted beautifully with his blonde complexion. His hair was thick and dark brown, but not as long as Sammy's, who still insisted on having long hair in his neck. The other thing that amazed Phil was his clothes: a new shirt, well ironed, navy blue slacks, and well-polished shoes that gleamed in the sunshine. He was perplexed, since he'd never seen anything but blue jeans since he arrived. "Say hi to Joe", Sammy urged. Phil greeted the boy, and wondered what this was leading to. "I've been telling Joe about our fun, and how cool it is to play around with each other. He asked me if he can play with us, and said that he could. Can he, oh please Phil, let him, he hasn'' got many friends." Sammy's puppy eyes gleamed at Phil, who really didn't know what to answer. "Does he really know what we're into, Sammy?" Phil was sceptical. "Oh yeah, I've told him about everything, and he's been dreaming about doing it too, but never known how to ask anyone." "How old are you, Joe?" Phil asked the boy, who looked no older than seven. "I'm eight, mister", the boy replied, and Phil noticed a hint of politeness. He suspected this boy was from a well-to-do family, not "white trash" as Dexters boys were referred to as. "Are you sure you wanna play?" Phil felt his excitement rise, but wanted to be sure. "Yes, mister, I want to try, at least." Sammy jumped onto the floor, and tugged Phils arm. "C'mon, Phil, let's get going. I'm horny." He led them into the house and up the stairs, into his room, and it struck Phil that he'd never been in Sammy's room before. He shared it with Billy, but Phil had always wanted to respect their need for privacy, and not barge in on something private. Sammy's room was large, and dominated by a huge double water bed, with the sheets in total disarray. Phil guessed the boys both slept in the bed, that looked large enough for four people. A large cupboard stood against one wall, the doors open and spilling out clothes. A tangled mess of basket shoes and rubber boots lay strewn in one corner, and a stale smell of urine emanated from the cupboard. Phil guessed it must originate from the heap of jeans that covered one of the shelves, and knew that he must have contributed to at least some of it himself. Joe looked around in wonder, and wrinkled his nose. "Yuck, it stinks in here. Is your toilet leaking?" he asked. No, that's the way my room smells, and if you don't like it fuck off!" Sammy replied amicably, and smiled at Joe. "You'll like it, I promise. But you can't wear those sissy clothes, you gotta dress like a cool dude, man." Sammy approached the cupboard, and tipped the pile of jeans onto the floor. "Here, you can choose whichever pair you like. Here's some that would fit you. They're mine, but your almost as thin as me." He picked out a pair that were soiled to unrecognition. They'd probably been dark blue once, since a dark patch was revealed where one of the back pockets was peeling off, and large yellowish stains covered the crotch area and one of the legs. Surprisingly they only had a small hole at the right knee, but instead the whole left upper leg was worn so thin that the cloth only consisted of frayed white threads. "Try them." Sammy held them out to Joe, who was looking repulsed by the heavy smell of piss that emanated from the jeans offered. He slowly unbuttoned his shirt, and slipped off his own slacks, and placed his neat shoes in a corner of the room. He picked up the smelly jeans, and found them covered in some sort of crust that stained them yellow. He slipped them on, careful not to rip them further at the knees, and was surprised that they felt soft and comfortable after all. It was when he was going to button up the fly that problems arose. They were very tight on him, in spite of his slimness. Phil dropped to his knees in fron of the kid and helped him. He first removed him his underwear, revealing a perfect, cut boycock that was accompanied by two small, totally hairless balls. "Without these, you'll get them on" Phil said helpfully. With some effort it worked just fine, Phil got the tight jeans over his legs and around his waist, and he stood up and marvelled at wat he saw. They must have been tight even on Sammy, but on Joe they were as filled out with boy body as they could be. They stretched snugly across his butt cheeks, the peeling pocket standing out a little, the frayed edges dangling a few white threads. In the front a small bulge revealed that Joe was starting to find the whole situation exciting, and he absently adjusted his cock inside the tight denim. Sammy picked up a pair of black rubber boots from the floor, and handed them to his friend. "Wear there, things are going to get wet" he said, and grinned at Phil. Joe looked puzzled, but took the boots and put them on. They were slightly large for him, and reached almost to his knee. He was a sight, black rubber boots, tight jeans that were threatening to burst, and a well built torso. Sammy, as always, wore his 501s, that were dry for the moment, but full of splodges and stains from past adventures. The small hole by his back pocket had widened, ad the edges of it were frayed, white threads dangling. Phil could see that he wasn't wearing any underwear either, nor socks. Just his hi-tops covered his feelt, unlaced as always. Phil removed his shorts and shoes, reveaing his now half erect cock. Joe gasped when he saw it, and felt his heart race faster. "That's a wicked one, mister!" he esclaimed, impressed. "Just waitto see what comes out of it", Sammy replied and lay down on the water bed, the matress swaying. "I want you to sit on my face, Joe" he continued, and placed a soiled pillow under his head, his long locks of hair spreading out a little. "On your face?" "Yeah, c'mon, I won't bite your willie off." Joe did as he was told, approached the bed and straddled his friend, and slowly lowered his groin until the bottom of the fly made contact with Sammy's nose. The jeans were, if possible, even tighter actoss his butt now that he was attempting to sit down on his friends face, and Phil couldn't resist caressing his butt with his hand, playing with the fraying back pocket amd marvelling at the tightness. He ended up half sitting behind Joe, also straddling Sammy. His large hands ran across Joe's upper torso, and the man buried his nose in the thick hair, drawing in the extatic smell of newly washed boy's hair. He felt his cock prodding the kids back, but Joe didn't seem to notice. He finally sat down on Sammy's face with all his weight, nestling his crotch just beneath his friends nose. "You remember all those sodas we had before?" Sammys voice sounded muffled from under his friends crotch. "Uh-huh." "Well, time to get rid of them. You need to pee badly, don't you? At least I do." Sammy was directing the act skilfully. "Well, yeah, I've been needing to go for over an hour, but you wouldn't let me, remember?" Joe was starting to realise what was about to happen. "Well, do it now" "In your face?!" Joe's voice gave away his level of excitedness. "Yeah, I've done it with Phil lotsa times". Joe wondered how it would feel to his friend, but decided it was a cool thing to do. He sat still for a while trying to get going by pushing. It didn't really work, even though he was bursting, and realised it was probably due to the tight conditions inside his jeans. He tried realaxing totally instead, and suddenly felt his small cock spring to life as a trickle of pee leapt out. A second later he saw a dark stain spread just to the left of his fly, colouring the faded denim dark blue again. He relaxed a bit more, and the trickle grew into a free-flowing stream, that made the stain quickly grow into a large patch that ran across his crotch, down his left leg down to the knee, and on to his friends face below. He lifted his crotch off Sammy's mouth alittle and saw his urine trickle merrily from his jeans and splash onto his friend's face, soaking his cheeks, lips and his brow. Then, to his amazement, he saw Sammy open his mouth and let some of the cascading piss enter his oral cavity. He stretched his tounge out and lapped the yellow liquid. Joe sat down on Sammy's face again, and continued pissing. The only difference now was that the toilet-boy beneath him now had his mouth open and lapped some of the warm piss into his body. Phil, sitting behind, ran his hand over his soaked thigh, and rubbed the gushing cock through the fabric of his jeans, little squelching sounds turning him on further. Sammy was now drenched from the shoulders and up, his hair totally soaked. Joe finally felt the stream subside and, sighed in delight. "Man that was SO COOL!" he exclaimed.He stood up, and watched his friend who was presenting them a wet smile. "Yeah, ain't it? Now it's your turn." Joe lay down on the matress, and took Sammy's position, while Sammy straddled his friend, again with Phil sitting behind, rubbing his butt. Sammy, experienced at this, had no trouble getting going. His jeans were dry, but heavily stained with past pissing adventures. He sat heavily on his friends face, and let go of his bladder control. The initial dark stain quickly became a totally wet pair of Levis, and the piss cascaded warlmy onto his friends face and soaked his newly washed hair. Phil rubbed his cock too as he was pissing, and soon he had a throbbing hardon, which cut off som of the urine flow. As Phil stopped his rubbing, he rubbed his wet groin in his friends face, and it took him less than two minutes to reach orgasm. He let out a yelp of pleasure and he humped Joe's face through the wet jeans and climaxed. He fell back into Phils embrace, exhausted. Joe lay there looking surprised at what had happened, but didn't object. Phil had had enough of watching, he wanted to participate. He'd been drinking beer, and was also bursting to go. He scooted up to take Sammy's place, and straddled Joe's torso, letting his semi-erect man-cock dangle an inch over the boy's nose. "I didn't see you do any drinking, Joe" he said sternly to the kid." It's time you learn how." He propped another pillow under Joe's head so that he could slip his cock in the boys mouth comfortably. "Open your mouth and stretch out your tounge" Phil ordered, and the boy obeyed. "Don't worry, this isn't dangerous" the man comforted the child. He placed the tip of his crown on the outstretched red tounge and marvelled at the sight. He wondered what the boy was thinking at that moment, especially about the man's smell. Like everyone else around here, he didn't shower all that often, and he felt his own crotch cheese reek over the innocent lad. He slowly let go of his bladder control, and surprised Joe by letting the first gush of pee hit the boy in the eyes. He adjusted his direction and let go again, the yellow piss starting to gush onto the boys upper lip, and trickle into his mouth. He re-wetted the boys face a little, before pushing forward a bit and letting his piss-firing cock fill the whole entrance to the boys mouth. He was now truly pissing in his slave's mouth, and let go of all control. Literally gallons of beer was stored in his bladder, and he now filled the small tyke's mouth with his man piss, and felt him trying to swallow. He enjoyed his position, straddling this kid who only minutes ago looked liked a well behaved little boy, now drinking his piss. Sammy was a little envious, and scooted his face closer to his friends, soon lying cheek to cheek with Joe in front of Phil. The man knew he wanted some, and withdrew his large organ, giving Joe time to breath. A trail of piss spat across both boys faces, asPhil redirected his stream at Sammys face. He waved his large organ, thoroughtly irrigating their angelic little faces, before reintroducing it in Joe's mouth. The man kept going for another half minute, feeling the sensation of relief that only comes from taking a well-needed pee, as he heard Joe swallowing loudly what was fed into his mouth. Soon, Phil felt his hot stream abate, and was randy as ever. He found that nothing turned him on more than pissing into the mouth of boys, especially young tykes like Sammy and Joe. Phil let his cock rest inside Joe's mouth while he drank in the scene below his own hairy belly, a soaking wet pretty face with his growing cock shoved between two succulent red lips. Sammy moved around behind Phil and arranged himself so he was lying face up, with Phil's testicles and anal orifice just within reach of his tounge, while Phil continued to straddle Joe's chest. Phil suspected Joe didn't know what to do, so he gently but firmly placed the palms of his hands on Joes wet scalp and movrd his head rhythmically, showing the boy how he wanted his blowjob. The kid was a quick learner, and soon picked up the rhythm, letting his adult lover's now steel hard cock glide in the tight fit that his own lips constituted. Meanwhile, Sammy was starting to work on Phil's heavy balls that hung low in the boy's face. He stretched his toung to lick them thoroughly, not minding the wiry strands of male pubic hair that stuck in his mouth causing discomfort. He attempted to take a whole testicle in his mouth at the same time, but did'bt quite succeed due to the large size. Phil enjoyed his treatment immensely. He found the horny boys taught him new pleasures every day, and this was no exception; he never had had anyone rimming him while a small boy sucked his throbbing cock. He slowly lowered his butt onto Sammy's face, ending up basically sitting on it with most of his weight, while he felt the small tounge probing the crack of his ass. Sammy's soft (although soaked) hair caressed the inside of his thighs as he sat on the lad's face, adding to his pleasure. Joe was having problems coping with the enormous size that Phil's manhood had grown into inside his mouth. He was being areal trooper, trying not to scrape the man's shaft with his peraly white teeth, but his jaws hurt from being pried open by the shaft raping his virgin mouth. Phil wasn't aware of this fact; He was lost in his own world of pleasurable sensations that his little lovers were providing him, docile and willing to serve him. He once again grabbed Joe's head with his hands, and steadied his face while he pushed his cock further in, sinking the large shaft in millimeter by millimeter, closing his eyes in bliss. He managed to get almost his whole shaft in before he felt the kid gag beneath his weight. By then the glans was well inside his throat, and the spasms of his young slave's larygeal muscles kneaded his cockhead into a state of hypersensitivity, every nerve in the man's body alive with the advent of a powerful orgasm. Phil realised Joes discomfort, and slowly withdrew his pulsing trouser snake from the confines of the tyke's mouth, and let the very tip of it rest on Joe's outstretched tounge. He took the boys left hand and placed in on his raging shaft. "OK, man, wank me off really slow" Phil panted, wanting to make the most of his orgasm. Joe did as he was told, his small fingers delicately kneading the man's rough shaft, while Phil felt Sammy's hot breath tickle his anus as he went on licking his butt crack. Even though Joe was a pro at wanking, even though Phil rested the tip of his cock on his satiny pink tounge and even though Sammy's hair ticked his thighs, his tounge stuck into his assole and his breath fanned his balls, did the man want to cum just yet. But no pleasure lasts for ever. Phil had been pre-extatic for several minutes now, tethered on the pivotal point where he just managed not to cream on his boys angelic faces. Joe's lips were by now covered in slimy precum that mixed with his saliva and the remains of the piss that minutes before had gushed over his face. Phil gasped as he felt Sammy's tounge probe deeply into his butthole, and he grabbed a tuft of piss-soaked hair on Joe's head as he felt his love tool spring to life, his juices rushing up through his urethra, and exploding in a cascade of pleasure from his slit. He held his breath as he looked down to see a thick, white and creamy splodge of his man-seed hit Joe on his upper lip, splattering out due to the force of ejaculation. Joe looked surprised but never lost his slow wanking rhythm with his hand that was firmly wrapped around his lover's steel shaft. Phil yelped as Samy once again rammed his tounge into his butt, and pumped his abundant hot semen into Joe's smooth face, his cheeks disappearing under a thinch carpet of sticky juice. He lifted his cockhead alittle and fired two rewarding shots into hte lad's left eye, and then managed to plunge his firing hose in between the red lips, to experience the extremely pleasurable kneading that they exercised on his exalted throbbing shaft. He felt his cock recoil for every shot of cum that he shot into Joe's small mouth, and sighed as he felt his powerful climax wearing off, fading into a comfortable afterglow. Joe was covered. The sticky strands clung to his face and lips like icing, and was slowly dripping off his chin onto his chest. His eyes looked like a small puppy's as his gaze met Phil's, his lips still firmly wrapped around the fat penis shoved into his mouth. Phil sighed in delight and withdrew his now half limp fuckpole from the lad's mouth and lay in on his lips, rubbing some of the cooling strands of semen into his skin. Sammy had scooted around to the front of him, and he watched the boy bend down over his young friend to begin licking some of the cum on his face. He stuck his tounge out with deliberate exaggerated licks, and Phil saw his own semen form long strands of goo clingning from Joe's smooth face to Sammy's pink tounge, as the tyke slurped on his feast. Phil's cock, still resting on Joe's lips as he straddled the boy, also received a few licks, cleaning the shaft from cooling sauce. The smell of semen lay heavy in the air, and competed with the reeking urine that had dominated in each and every one's nostrils. Sammy used his dinky nose to rub some of the abundant semen into Joe's facial skin, little squelching sounds emanating from his task. He looked up at Phil, who saw a wet smile, both boy's faces now sticky with his whipped up sperm.