Date: Wed, 24 May 2000 13:30:43 PDT From: Martin Malmberg Subject: The Last Australian Hero (Ch. 7) (All standard disclaimers apply. ) M/B, oral, WS The Last Australian Hero Chapter 7 Phil had spent som much time with Sammy and now also Joe, that he'd drifted apart from Billy a little. The boy was of the quieter type, not as lively as Sammy, and spent a lot of time on his own, his best friend seemingly being his dirt bike, that he could be heard almost constantly roaming around the bushland surrounding the secluded settlement that Phil had now come to call home. He didn't know how long he was meant to be staying. No one gave any hints as to whether it was time for him to move on, get a job, nothing. It seemed all he was expected to do was enjoy constant fucking and sucking and a generous helping of watersports with the horny boys that surrounded him 24 hours a day, and Phil was vaguely statrting to wonder if there was a catch somewhere. He was not to bring the question up, he'd decided for himself, since he was enjoying his warped pleasures more than he'd ever imagined. It seemed so natural to have Sammy suck him off every now and them, to take a piss in Joe's mouth and on his face, cuddle with Aaron and have plenty of beer in between, that he'd almost come to see this as the general way people lived. The other men in the homestead did exactly the same, with the difference that they seemed to be endlessly busy on mechanical projects. The place was frequented by truck drivers, and Phil had come to know a few of them better than others, since they stopped for a little more than petrol when they came around. But he definitely missed having more contact with Billy, whose vulgar appearance with his earrings, dirtbike, cowboy boots, black tank-top and tight beat-ta-hell jeans that were fraying in every possible seam, aroused him considerably as he admired the boy whenever they were in the same room. "Hey Billy, whatcha say we go for a ride together on that bike of yours, it's a killer bike and and it's been a while we went", Phil proposed around lunchtime on a particularly hot Monday, when the sun seemed more merciless than ever, making the air vibrate intensely as the heat rose off the ground. "Sure, man, it's runnin' fuckin' ace now", Billy replied cheerfully, the rough language contrasting to his light boyish voice. We could go right now after lunch, I'm pretty bored anyways." "I wanna come too!" Sammy had listened in on the conversation from his side of the table, and was not to let his brother get Phil all to himself for a whole afternoon. "You know there ain't place on tha fuckn' bike man", Billy replied harshly. "I'm sure there is, if we just squeeze together right". Phil tried to get both boys to come along, since he was horny as always, but wanted to try something with both Sammy and Billy. "Yeah, I'll sit in the middle!" Sammy was more excited than ever. Out in the couryard, the heat was inpenetrable. Sammy and Phil waited impatiently for Billy to kick-start his bike, succeeding in his third attempt. Phil wathed with growing arousal the thin, tanned boy swing tha mane of his thick hair as he tried starting the engine, small beads of sweat tracing rivulets in the thin film of dust and dirt that covered his torso. As he straddled the saddle, Phil admired the rather big bulge that was visible in the crotch of Billy's ever so tight blue jeans, that were dirtier than ever, splodges of oil and dust blending with the faded, worn out denim that clad his thin frame and slender legs, and snugly hugged his round, small buttocks. Sammy sat down behind his brother, and Phil observed that he was wearing the same 501's that he always wore when he knew things were going to get wet and messy. The jeans he was wearing hadn't been washed in the four or so weeks that Phil had stayed with the boys, and he smelt the faint but distinctive odour of urine as he straddled the bike behind Sammy, pressing his body against the small body in front of him, letting his hands rest palms down on Billy's thigh, that was soft and hot from the blazing sun. Once they were on the dirt track leading away behind the house, the wind picked up a little and the heat became a little more bearable. Phil buried his face and nose into Sammy's hair, and drew in his scents as he felt his organ stir slightly. Billy skilfully directed the souped up crossbike up and down mounds, over rocky ledges, and into dried out river gullys as the suspension took the worst bumps out of the ride. They were riding along the bottom of a rocky ledge when Billy suddenly slowed down, shifted gear and brought the bike to a standstill. Phil dismounted and lifted Sammy off the saddle, and the pair watched Billy put out the footrest and climb off. "I think you guys are ready for a surprise", he grinned as he moved away around a rocky outcrop. Phil and Sammy followed and discovered his secret - against the rocky ledge, that was maybe 50 feet high, stood an old back seat from a car wreck that lay rusting a few feet away. It wasn't large, it was huge, and Phil realised it must have come from an old, well sized automobile. The red upholstery was in relatively good condition, and was only showing signs of fading due to the intense sunlight. "C'mon, its really cool" Billy shouted, and Phil and Sammy walked over and sat down, the surface hot from the sun. "Man, you never told me about this", Sammy said disappointed. "Well, I only discovered it last week, and you guys being so busy with each other, I never got a chance to tell you. But today you're mine..." Billy said cryptically, with a broad grin in his cute face. "I wanna try, you know, the stuff you've been up to. You know...pissin' and stuff, looks really cool." "Hey, that's ace dude" Sammy said excitedly. "Phil can piss for ages and ages, I almost drowned once, it's so cool." Most of it is dried into these" he continued proudly, patting the lap of his jeans. "I know, dear bro", Billy said amorously, "I took them a few times when you were asleep and wanked off into them." Phil couldn't resist any longer. He had been eager to make out with Billy for the last half hour, and now he simply slid off his own shorts, tread them over his cowboy boots, removed his tank top, and stark naked sat down on Billy's lapfacing the boy, his lage chunky body weighing heavily on the slender boy underneath him. He was already sporting a semi-erection as he leaned forward and kissed Billy tenderly and passionately on the lips. The boy responded quickly, and opeden his mouth for Phil's invasion as the man stuck his tounge out and probed the soft mucous interior of the kid's satin mouth. Their tounges met, and the two writhed gently around each other, never getting violent or pushy, just firm and loving. Phil absorbed the softness of the boy and felt his manhood grow to its full thickness and length, and with his right had he reached down to feel the growing bulge between Billy's legs, still contained by the snug jeans. He rubbed the denim, and felt Billy moan quietly and stick his tounge out even further to please his lover. What they had totally forgotten about was Sammy. Phil suddenly felt a hot tickle on the crown of his cockhead and felt Sammys hot lips close gently on the purple mushroom head, while a small hand closed around his throbbing shaft, kneading it slowly as a small hot tounge swirled ever so slowly over his sensitive cockhead. It was now Phils turn to moan, and he pushed his tounge deeply into Billy's mouth, their noses interlocking, and Phil's right hand in a tight grip around Billy's neck, his other resting on Sammy's hair, helping the smaller boy get the whole cock into his mouth by pushing harder on the back of his head. The threesome carried on in this manner for a few minutes that felt like an eternity of pleasure for Phil, whose arousal was steadily building up. Sammy had returned to licking the man's enormous cockhead like a lollipop, and Phil decided he wanted to reward the tyke a little for his efforts and encourage him to carry on. As Sammy sat with his head between Billy's and Phil's bellies, facing down tracing the man's piss slit with his small tounge, the man let go of his bladder control. Even though he had a throbbing hardon, he managed to surprise Sammy with a spray of hot piss right up the boy's nostrils, splashing into his eyes and irrigating his lips. Sammy dove onto the piss-firing cock and closed his lips around it, swallowing a few gulps, but soon found the stream died to a trickle. "Hey, what's goin' on?" he asked irritated, looking up at Phil. Phil removed his tounge from his brothers mouth, and grinned. "There's plenty more, but save some for later huh?" Sammy smiled a wet smile and was about to dive onto the cock again, when Phil suddenly stood up. "Let's change position a little, I think your brother's legs here are pretty dead by now, I'm sort of heavy". Billy looked grateful, and stood up from the car seat. Phil got behind him, placed his large hands on Billy's hips, and stuck his still hard organ between his legs so that the crown and the outer part of the shaft stuck out under Billy's crotch. Phil was pleased by the soft feel of the denim covering the inside of Billy's thighs now caressing the rough sides of his manhood, as he pushed forward a little as he buried his nose in the mane of Billy's neck, his palms covering and caressing the firm, tight buttocks of the boy close in front of him, playing a little with a peeling back pocket that was fraying heavily. He felt the white threads tickle his fingers as he rubbed the tight butt. Sammy instantly used his imagination to figure out what to do. He knelt in front of his brother and weighed the man's cockhead that was protruding under the fly of Billy's jeans, before working his lips around the whole crown. Sammy was still finding the large size hard to cope with, he had to work around it rather like trying to fit a rubber hose onto a water tap, before he managed to get the swelling mushroom inside his lips. That was what Phil enjoyed the most about Sammy: his mouth was so small and hips lips so dinky, that he'd never experienced any tighter, more wonderful sensations as when Sammy sucked him. His cock simply felt bigger in that small mouth, and more powerful, a rough man cock raping innocense materialised. Sammy sucked like a trooper, the only sounds being heard were Sammy's slurping and Phils quiet moans, stifled by the fact that he was biting and licking Billy's ears at the same time. Phil brough his right hand behind Sammy's head to assist him in his blowjob, a firm grip on a tuft of hair. He used his other hand to massage the rigde running from Billy's crotch to the left, a boycock straining to escape the tight conditions inside those jeans. The ridge in question was rock hard, and Phil felt the older boy breathing in short gasps, as his level of excitedness was rising steadily. Sammy managed to get a decent amount of Phil's shaft past his lips, even though Billy's thighs on each side of the mans cock served as a stopper for any deeper oral sex. That didn't matter to the man, who took extreme pleasure in feeling the young tyke's soft, hot tounge helping his cock throb and his toes tingle. As the man was reaching his climax, he trust his hips forward more and more, now roughly fucking Sammy's face, while his hands reached arounds Billy's hips, firmly clasping Sammy's head to steady it for the onslaught. Phil was a man who loved to see his hot man-seed splatter onto a boys face, and he always endeavoured to pull out his cock during a blowjob to see his manhood carry out it's dance of joy, and see the sticky mess fill a cute, young mug. Today, however, was different. He was so horny that he didn't find the self-discipline to put him through the extra wait for climax. He looked over Billy's shoulder, past the boy's tight crotch and onto the top of Sammy's head squashed against the faded denim,and bit Billy's ear as he felt himself fire a torrent of his spunk into Sammy's sucking mouth, his crown just inside the small boy's lips and recoiling sharply as his lovejuice quickly filled the small mouth of the boy-whore. He felt Billy squeezing his thighs together slightly more, the inside seam of his jeans squashing Phil's throbbing cock, helping the man milk his cum into his younger brother. Phil was in heaven as he tightened his grip on Sammy's hair and pushed forward a little, sinking his cock deeper into the tight hot mouth, feeling the physical strength of the discharge of molten magma leaving his piss-slit, now lubricated by the ample amount of cum in the receiving mouth. He felt his last wad hit the roof of the little one's mouth, and he felt his knees weaken as he felt himself sinking into the immediate afterglow, his still erect organ shoved between Sammy's lips, the boy still with his face deeply buried into his older brother's crotch, made even tighter by the fact that Billy's erection was trying to make a tent in the small confines of his jeans. Sammy carefully let go of Phil's cock, sliding it out as he tilted his head backwards. Phil came back down to earth as he saw a thin trail of his sauce escape down Sammy's chin, but the tyke was acting odd, his face turned up with cheeks bulging and lips tightly shut. The man suddenly realised what was going on as the kid opened his mouth, revealing the thick, custard-like man-spunk filling his mouth to the brim. He simply hadn't swallowd any, or hardly any, as he usually did, but saved Phil's whole ejaculation in his small mouth. He motioned for Phil to take a step back, and sit down on the old car seat with Billy on his lap. Phil obliged, and placed Billy's tight jeansbutt on his naked lap, his now wilting cock still sticking up under Billy's fly. Sammy kneeled down, careful not to spill any of Phil's juice from his mouth, and bent over his brother's crotch, suddenly tilting his head forward again, the sticky contents of his mouth drooling out onto Billy's fly, the faded and worn-thin denim becoming covered in Phil's still-hot cum. Sammy deposited little dollops here and there, laying a particularly large amount where he thought his brother's erection was located. He then used his nose, lips and cheeks to rub the sticky substance into the fabric of Billy's jeans, the fly becoming darkened and slippery with cum, and squelching sounds could be heard as he used his teeth to gently bite the tell-tale ridge that was harder than ever. He used his hand to caress it through the jeans, and he heard his brother moan quietly as he provided him with pleasure. Phil helped by smearing some of his now whipped-up cum over Billy's lap, also rubbing his straining cock, and finally carefully using his fingers to unbutton his fly, to release the boycock from it's tight confines. He only managed to undo the belt buckle though before he felt the familiar hot, wet feeling under the palm of his hand rubbing Billy's hardon through the jeans. The older brother closed his eyes in bliss as he pissed in his rough jeans, mixing the hot urine saturating the denim with Phils cum that was by now well worked into the jeans. Phil yanked the fly open down to the last button, and decidedly pulled out the boy's piss firing cock, that was almost fully erect, aiming the stream straight up in the air, splattering down all over his lap. Sammy quickly placed his face right over the pissing cock, and closed his eyes as he let it irrigate his cheeks, chin, mouth nose and wet the front of his hair. He then had no trouble getting his brother's erect but still small cock (in comparison to Phil's) into his mouth and starting to swallow the yellow piss that his brother generously fed to him. Phil was considerably aroused, and his fat manhood had already stirred into a new erection that prodded Sammy's chin as the small tyke drank his brother's piss. Billy pushed a little to get the last drops out of his bladder, and when Sammy felt this, he dropped Billy's penis and suddenly didn't know which penis to lick. His brothers, half erect after a good piss, or Phil's, fat, luscious and fully erect, again dripping precum from it's piss slit. He licked Phil's precum off, and set the man off in the wildest pissorama he'd experienced so far. He didn't know Phil had been waiting for a leak ever since that morning, and been saving up to please his little friends. Phil's piss gushed from his erect cock, hit Sammy full force on his nose, and splattered before raining down on Billy's already wet and cum-drenched lap, as well as his now rapidly growing cock. Sammy decided to go for the whole show. Phil felt his lips close around his piss-firing member, and moaned as he felt the cascading urine splashing into the closed mouth, and the tyke's desperate attempts to swallow it all. Sammy drank steadily for half a minute as Phil pumped his hot piss into the small oral cavity, then slid the man cock out of his mouth, the never-dying flow again spattering in his face as he paid Billy's wanting cock some attention, placing his hands on his brother's soaking wet thighs and taking his whole cock into his mouth. Phil decided to save a little piss for later, and cut his flow a little after Sammy started on Billy, helping the boy by holding Billy's shaft and wanking it while Sammy blew and sucked on the head. Billy was gasping in short breaths, and had probably gone long without cumming. He grabbed the back of Sammy's hair, pulled him roughly off his cock, and held his dinky small nose right by his cock-head, while Phil very steadily and slowly wanked him , never quickening the pace. His reward for this was an explosive orgasm, that rocked his 11 year old body like no eleven-year old had ever experienced before. Phil saw a loaded jet of cum splatter on Sammy's upper lip, followed by another, and another, the second and third globs of boycum dragging the first one with them, large dollops running down over Sammy's mouth and down over his chin, before dripping into Billy's already loaded lap. Phil felt Billy sink into a state of relaxation as he milked the last wads out of the erect boycock peeking out from the soaked open fly, using his other hand to smear it over Sammy's face, creating a sticky smeg that he loved so much. What he also wanted to do was to cum again. "Billy, get on your knees and help your brother suck me off, I wanna cum in your mugs", he ordered, loving the sense of power of having small boys sucking him. Billy got off his lap, Phil now sitting alone on the old car seat, leaning back, spreading his legs a little, to let both boys get their heads between his legs. They were both on their knees on the ground in front of the man, and Sammy rubbed his well-lubricated lips over the edge of the man's crown, tracing it and letting Billy gain access to the actual tip and the piss slit with his tounge. Both boys worked their tounges over the man's mushrooming head, their eager little tounges working hard to please the sweaty boylover, Billy's right hand wanking Phil's fat shaft as slowly as the man had wanked him. Phil loved the fact that he was able to orgasm twice so close together. It hadn't been more than fifteen minutes since last time, and already he was feeling the pressure build up in his balls, precum leaking heavily into Billy's still dry face, loving the feel of the soft moist and warm tounges, and the tickle of the boys' relatively long hair on the inside of his sensitive thighs. The boys licked with vehemence, their young energic tounges tracing all sensitive parts on Phil's manhood, and the man was in that wonderful part of the sexual act where he felt his juices rising slowly, his horniness accelerating each minute and his thighs starting to feel light. This time he did want to see his cum all over their faces. He pulled both boys' hair back to get a good view of their mouths licking and sucking on his engorged head, and the mere sight of the cute faces was enough for him to take the final step into total bliss. He "mmmhhh"ed as he shot a creamy hot splatter of cum into the air, hitting both boys on their noses that were right above the piss slit, followed by an equally powerful jet that hit Billy on the corner of his mouth and another that splattered into Sammy's right eye, the small boy trying to blink it away as another wad hit his brother on the outstretched tounge. As the man fired his last shot both boys steadied the throbbing mancock with their hands and nuzzled it under their noses from each side, working the sticky manseed into their skins, rubbing it on their lips, and working it into a salty whipped carpet covering most of their faces. Sammy even used Phil's manhood to rub his eyes with, open and everything. They both loooked up to meet Phil's eyes, their small freckly faces covered in the man's sticky cum, their eyes like a small puppy's, their hand sholding the now wliting cock between their faces. Phil had all the time enjoyed the treatment comfortably reclined on the seat, but now he sat forward on the edge, the boy's faces still between his legs, and his hands on each of their shoulders. "You boys did such a good job, I'mm gonna give you a little reward. " You want that?" Phil asked. The boys didn't say anything, but just nodded egerly. "OK, here goes". Phi had been saving some piss for the finale, and as he relaxed his bladder for the third time that afternoon, a shower of his man-piss rained over the boy's cum-laden faces, somewhat washing away of the quickly-drying spunk that was caking on their noses and lips, spalttering onto their outstretched tounges and trickling into their mouths. Billy, who'd never tasted a man's piss before, gently grabbed Phil's tool by the base of the head and closed his lips around it, drinking in the hot liquid into his mouth before swallowing in large gulps, Sammy licking wahtever escaped his lips from his chin. Billy was by no means selfish, and soon took the man's gushing tool out of his mouth, Phil by now leaning back comfortably as he held both boys faces right over his cock, enjoying the scene of the two cute mugs being drenched in his pungent urine, dripping fron their brows back onto his mancock, running in rivulets in the creases of the old, hot car seat. Phil yawned as he felt the last drops seeping out of his piss slit, Sammy now nuzzling his softening cock under his nose as if it were a pet, Billy licking some of the cooling piss from the man's crotch and inner thighs. This day had really turned out perfect, he'd once again shown the two young cuties how to enjoy the pleasures of having an adult lover. No kid could ever give them so much cum to swallow or so much piss to bathe in.