Date: Thu, 1 Feb 2024 13:09:16 +0000 (UTC) From: Toby Wolf Subject: Patrick's Game // Gay // Adult-Youth If you enjoyed this story, feel free to contact me at: werewolftoby@yahoo.com Leave your comments / criticisms / praise, or just say hi! nifty.org is a free service, and would not be possible without your donations. Copy / paste the link below into your browser to donate to Nifty to keep it going: https://donate.nifty.org. Note: this is a re-write of a story I completed previously. Disclaimer: I do not condone any actions taking place in this story! DO NOT try this at home. Patrick's Game by werewolftoby There was something about being alone in his bedroom in the summer and looking out through a slit in the blinds that Patrick found so relaxing; the subtle way the sun lit a golden stripe up his pale face and red hair, the meaningless chatter of birds on the windowsill, the gang of more than a dozen young boys play-wrestling on the grass outside. Mostly the boys. And he didn't find them relaxing, exactly. In fact, they filled him with a swelling excitement, a perverted bile that rose up and made his stomach ache and blood flood to his cock. Yes, he liked watching them, a voyeur in practice. More than that: he took pictures to use later while he laid on the bed and slicked his hand up and down his long shaft. Biting his lip, Patrick watched with all the patience of a predator as he set up his phone at just the right angle and balanced it on the ledge so he could kneel on the carpet and watch the whole show while slowly wanking himself off. As the morning rolled round to about one in the afternoon, Patrick was sweating. He'd been bating, edging himself all morning, his green eyes turned a glassy blackish evergreen as a near-unbreakable focus was on the boys, where twelve had dwindled to four. By now, all the boys had taken their shirts off, their gleaming, smooth hairless bodies glowing in health and sensuality. He fantasised being one of them, where he could see the innocence beaming on their faces up close and not just through a lens, where he could touch their bodies and get their sweat on his fingertips to lick off later and savour, where he could smell their sexy boy-smells and lodge in in his memory forever. "Oh, fuck," he moaned under his breath, close, so close. Still, Patrick wouldn't change this for the world right now: where no harm was being done. It was the summer holidays, and all adults wanted nothing more than getting their annoying kids out of their collective hairs for as long as humanly possible. Their loss was Patrick's gain, and more importantly, Patrick's game. He wasn't ignorant to the fact that what he was doing would land him in a lot of trouble, but he just couldn't ignore what made his prick hard. `Just a bit longer' he would tell himself one day, and before he knew it, all the young boys had disappeared off home and he was left frantically trying to peek out the blinds of every window in the house in order to catch sight of them again! Again and again it happened, they would leave him restless and missing something. After all, what would was a pervert if he had no subject to spunk to? There was only two boys left outside now. It was so hot -- literally -- as the heat in the room rose thanks to the man's frantic all-day masturbating, and that, coupled with fact that temperatures had risen to close to thirty degrees, meant he needed to cool down before he passed out from overexcitement. Patrick could see the boys were slowing down, too. After his trip to the bathroom to splash some cold water on his face and body, he slipped into a pair of joggers and hung a damp towel over his bare shoulders and went from the bathroom to the landing, where out the corner of his eye he could see through another window, and what he saw through this particular viewing spot made him stop and look again. "Oh my god..." he breathed, jaw nearly hitting the floor. Two boys -- brothers, he knew (from listening to every word they'd scream outside his window) -- Lachlan and Luke, had not only vacated their usual spot on the communal grass, but had actually SAT on HIS garden wall! They had managed to find a scrap of shade there from the shadow his house cast on it. If he went outside now before they left, he could... he could. Moving from upstairs to downstairs rapidly, he lost all sense of reason for a second before he stopped himself from leaving the house through the back door just in time to think about it: what if someone was watching? Was he seriously about to try and chat to these two sexy, sweaty young lads who were only looking for somewhere cool to sit? He was breathing hard, sweating and nervous, but after thinking about it, he decided that this would not look in any way indecent: it was the dead of summer, and these boys were on his property; no-one would bat an eyelid if he approached them with his shirt off and offered them a drink or something, would they? It was a semi-working class neighbourhood, and the sight of any male bare-chested was a pretty common one around here. Still, he was the neighbourhood outcast wasn't he? While other neighbours knew each other, called each other by name and even trusted each other to look after their houses while they were on holiday, Patrick had lived here only a few years and hadn't really clicked in the same way. Would these boys see him as the one their parents warned them about? Deciding to risk it -- be brave -- Patrick swallowed his fears, bit down on his doubts and wandered in to the garden, tried to make it look natural. The property itself was well-manicured -- defensible, even -- walled in by a low wall and tall garden hedge, it was totally possible for its occupant to lie naked in his garden and get a tan without anyone ever seeing him. Of course, that meant he couldn't watch the young lads play! So he didn't do that, not exactly anyway. Sometimes he did have a quick wank on his doorstep and film it for his own pleasure. It was that thought that really made him nervous -- definitely shouldn't be thinking like that when he was going commando and on the prowl. But fuck, he was so horny! He left the back garden through a gate and was out on the street outside his house. This way he could walk around the front of the house and `bump' into the boys, like he'd just been out to the shops. For a moment he stopped, feeling his arousal tenting his damp joggers and had to pinch the head of his cock to force it down, but no, as soon as he saw the shiny half naked boys come into view, still sat on his garden wall, he couldn't keep it down. As soon as he saw their heads turn in his direction -- they'd seen him -- he bowed his head, a feeling akin to guilt washed over him, he took his towel from around his shoulders and mopped his chest with it, absorbing some of the drips caught in his wiry red chest hair, then lowered it to cover his lively, bouncing perv-cock. God he was fucking nervous. "Alright lads," the greeting came out of his mouth before he could stop himself. He didn't make eye contact with them but slowed his pace. "Heyup," said Lachlan, scowling up through the glare of the sun at the man. Luke simply looked up and him. Patrick knew them both. He knew their names, where they lived and he knew their personalities JUST from listening through an open window. Lachlan was eleven years old with short brownish hair, he was the oldest lad in the neighbourhood gang, a bit of a bully who never smiled or laughed and strove to get attention through how hard he hit and how scared he could make others feel around him. Luke was more of a wild card. The younger brother was nine years old and had a head of messy black hair, he was quiet but the other kids actually seemed to like the little daredevil for his stunts on the bike and skateboard and were frequently seen recording him on their phones jumping over obstacles. The brothers didn't get along. Lachlan was always trying to have what his younger brother had, taking his scooter, throwing the smaller boy around. However, when they were alone together like this, they were nearly calm. Must have been the heat. "Lookin' hot out here aren't you?" God. Did he just say that? Lachlan, who apparently wore the mouthpiece, said "arr... bloody boiling mate..." `Mate.' Absolutely perfect. No respect for adults. `This might be easy,' he thought. So, putting on his best act, he smirked and leaned against the wall next to them. "This is my house, you know," he said with a playful jab to Lachlan's knee. "Oh, sorry mate... do you want us to move?" "No, no," he waved off that idea. "But you can come in if you like? I've got some cokes in the fridge." It sounded casual. It sounded tempting. Both boys perked up. "Can we? Gagging for a drink," said Luke, finally piping up, making a show of squeezing his throat and making dry mouth sounds. Patrick's mouth watered. "Yeah, come on lads," he winked and cocked his head for them to follow him around the house and in through the main gate. Fucking hell, was he really doing this? Luring two young boys -- brothers -- who'd been the object of his perverted desires all week, into his house, his lair? Fuck yes he was. That demonic side of him truly wanted to come out. It was telling him to play it cool for now, but take every advantage you can. They jumped off the wall and followed him, dragging their feet a bit, perhaps some hesitancy still existed but they were clearly willing. Lachlan even punched his little brother in the arm for being too eager; if anyone was drinking coke first, it was the older brother, the alpha brother. Like a dominant hound nipping at the neck of its younger sibling to remind him of his place, he charged ahead and picked up speed getting ahead in front and behind the ginger bloke who was the answer to their thirst-prayers. Closing the gate behind them, Patrick pointed "just go round back and let yourself in, lads. Door's open." Now it was Luke's turn to try to press his luck, pushing his bigger brother forward. "Hurry up, am thirsty!" "Am going, me first!" Darkly, Patrick smiled. Were all young boys this naive? So easily he'd managed to ply them with the promise of a cold drink. What could he get from them if he offered food, or something else? He had a playstation in the living room, and he was sure they'd love to have a go. Inside the kitchen, the two boys fought their way to the fridge like animals, opening it and taking out a can each. They hadn't even asked, Patrick smirked. "Oi," he raised his voice at the back door, showing his dominance, leaving it open because it was hot both inside and out. Patrick actually impressed himself: his voice wasn't shaking nearly as much as he was. "Are you animals? Trainers off." "Aw, fuck sake," whined Lachlan, who then turned around and went back to the door to slip off his trainers. Luke followed him, but was slower, pressing two cold cans of coke to his sweaty naked torso. 'Fuck me, they're gorgeous,' Patrick thought. He couldn't resist. As soon as Lachlan bent down to get his shoes off, he stepped in front of Luke and put both hands on his shoulders and looked down on the young lad. Luke stopped and looked up. Was that a trace of fear, or just impatience? Luke twitched and put his hands on the man's hips. "Aw, come on... I wanna drink first. I'm sooo thirsty mate!" "Mmm," moaned the man. He was sure his cock twitched in front of his face. Then he took the coke cans from the boys hands, allow, making sure their fingers touched. "I'll put these in glasses for you, okay? Go get your trainers off, please." Luke rolled his eyes and swerved around the man. By now Lachlan was shoeless and had gone over to the kitchen counter where Patrick was busy pouring drinks, but he was waved off. "Nope, go into the living room it's a bit cooler in there -- both of you -- I'll bring the cokes in for you in a minute." "Me first!" "No, me!" "Fuck..." Patrick swore under his breath, bit his lip til it almost bled, then he grabbed his long pedo-dick through his grey joggers and squeezed, squeezed squeezed. Getting them out of the kitchen had been a good idea, as he was at this point sporting a near complete stiff one. He watched until they had gone around the corner, and then he bent down and pulled a bottle of whisky he'd been saving and took a long, hard swig. It burned in his throat but holy shit did he need it. Then he took the screw-on cam and poured a small dose into it, which he proceeded to dump into each tall glass of coke. "No way!! He's got a PS5!!" "What? Move!" Patrick grinned. "Thought you'd like that," and came into the room. Luke was sat on the floor legs spread temptingly, while looking through the collection of games that were lined up there. Lachlan was stood up, hands down his pants (like a typical lad) staring open-mouthed at the set. This was going well. Patrick didn't think that they were really that thirsty anymore because their cute mouths were watering at the sight of Patrick's tech. How badly he wanted to stick his tongue in there and swirl it around. Shaking that thought briefly out of his head, Patrick then cleared his throat and put the drinks down on the table. "Cokes, lads! Might have a bit of a kick." And they both came scrambling over, Luke stayed on his knees as he downed the glass without a bit of manners, dripping cola down his gorgeous full lips. His eyes looked up at Patrick, filled with gratitude. Lachlan guzzled noisily about half the glass in one go, made a noise of satisfaction, then drank more. It was clear they were competitive, and if one boy finished first, they other wasn't happy. For no reason at all, Lachlan then thumped his brother on the shoulder, nearly knocking him on to his back. "Hey! Shithead!" But Luke laughed it off. "You're spilling it, Luke!" Lachlan said. "Oi! Settle down!" Patrick laughed. Patrick felt so filthy, so pervy, being here in his man-cave -- his den -- shirtless, with two young lads he was currently leaking a wet streak of pre down his inner thigh for, he could use them if he wanted, and fuck did he want to. It seemed after that little telling off they had accepted Patrick as their pack leader. Lachlan sat on the sofa with his feet on the table, and Luke sat on the floor in front of him messing around with the PS5 controller that was a bit too big for his hands. On the screen was a fighting game that they both knew the name of. "Here, beat on each other with these instead," and handed them each a controller, before he picked up their glasses to go refill in the kitchen. But filling glasses with cold cola wasn't all that Patrick did. Fetching the dark brown liquid that definitely was not cola back out from the cupboard, he drank another mouthful and felt lightheaded, nearly giggled. The absurdity of this situation was getting to him. While he wanted nothing more than to flood the lad's guts with his pervy load and threaten them to keep quiet about it, here he was: serving them drinks and letting them play his games. Treating them like the kings they were. He poured a little whisky into the boy's drinks, then took them back in to the den. "About time!" Laughed Lachlan, taking the drink and slurping messily. Luke was too absorbed on his winning streak but paused the game long enough to get up and sit up on the sofa next to his brother where he too, had a long drink break. "Mmm, thanks!" It was nice to see them, red-rings starting to form around their drooping eyes. Patrick went back to the kitchen where he made sure he'd closed the curtains and shut out the light, as well as the door. It was hot as hell in the house, which was appropriate because he sure as hell was going there. Then he picked up the boy's trainers and gave them a smell. "Mmmfhh, fuck..." he groaned, and rubbed his hardening cock through his joggers. "Smells so fucking good... ahhh," he pressed Lachlan's sweaty shoe to his nose and mouth and inhaled with all his lungs could muster, and pulled out his long, shiny pale cock and rolled his hand around the slick pink head a few times. The boy-smell to him was one of the hottest things he'd ever smelled in his life; bringing reality to his fantasies, sucking it into his body like it gave him life. He stroked his cock, up, down, then tightened his grip around the base. Purposely he oozed a filthy stream of his excitement into the boy's shoe before putting the shoes neatly back together and rejoining them. He might not be able to get away with actually fucking them, but he wanted to take whatever he could get this day, even if it was beyond the limits. Patrick came back with a bottle of beer, thinking fuck it at this stage; might as well enjoy himself. And enjoy he did, sitting next to the boys so the three of them were squeezed on tot he same sofa. He opened the beer and wasted no time drinking it. The boys were totally glued to their game, and in between they could drink more laced cola. "Mate, how come we didn't know you before?" asked Lachlan, not even looking at him. Patrick smiled and relaxed back enough to slip an easy arm around the boy's sweaty shoulders. "Why? Well, you know me now don't yer?" Lachlan laughed, actually laughed: "Yeah! Guess so! Ey, what's your name anyway? I'm Lachlan and that's my brother, Luke." Fuck, the sound of hearing this usually rough and tough young lad erupt like that really made his cock pulse. He tightened his arm around Lachlan and then fished his phone out of his pocket. Lachlan glanced over in time to see this man taking a selfie of himself, WITH him in shot. "What are you doing?" but that meant Luke had got in an easy hit in the game and he had to concentrate on the game again. Patrick flinched and sluggishly came up with an excuse: "I... have a girlfriend, mate..." "So?" "So... I told her I couldn't see her today because I was, uhh... babysitting. She just texted asking for proof, so..." he shrugged, then took his arm away, feeling a bit awkward, maybe even called out. Lachlan grinned. "What!? You have a girlfriend?" Patrick smirked; he'd forgotten he was reasoning with little kids here, easier to trick. Of course he didn't have a girlfriend, not even a boyfriend. But it was a good a reason as any. This way they would think he's just a straight, normal bloke and if they ever got suspicious of his actions, well... "Yeah, I have a girlfriend... don't you, Lachlan?" "No!" He laughed, made it sound like that concept was ridiculous. "Why not? You're a handsome lad!" Lachlan stirred at that and looked at him. "Think so?" Patrick winked. Then he leaned in, leaned in, until his lips nearly brushed his. He looked into his eyes, and whispered: "Yeah, I do... don't tell your little brother, but you're better looking than him," he smiled and leaned back. "Good-looking lad like you could easily have a girlfriend by now if you wanted. Could kiss." Lachlan sneered at turned back to the game. He seemed a little uncomfortable at that. "Nah mate, I don't think I'd like kissing... hey! Shit, you wanker!" "Concentrate then instead of talking about kissing!" said Luke, who seemed decidedly floppier in his seat, nearly laying down, cute nipples sticking straight up on display. His control of the game was also failing, his eyelids drooping, his mood different. Patrick decided that this was a good time to press. He feigned getting a text and tutted: "guess what? She texted back. Doesn't believe that I've got my nephews round..." "Nephews? We're not your nephews." "She doesn't know that," he sniggered. "Hey, I know... I'm gonna take some more pictures, take em around the house so she knows you're really here!" Lachlan shrugged, "dunno mate... just dump her." "Nah, this is gonna be good, a fun idea." For a while, nothing happened, until it was clear that Luke had fallen asleep; his character in the game running into nothing. He stirred for a minute, but then his eyes closed again. He went on like this for a while until finally he was out like a light. "Gotta piss..." complained Lachlan, squeezing his little cocklet through his shorts, not even taking note of his brother or the game. He got up and stood in front of Patrick. "Patrick, where's the toilet mate, gotta piss really badly..." Patrick thought about playing with this, but he kept looking over at the sleeping younger boy and decided to do the polite thing. He nodded. "Upstairs, turn... uhh, right, and its one of the rooms there, you'll find it..." he watched as Lachlan was off, taking off like a lightning bolt upon the stairs. Pleasantly drunk, Patrick leaned over and wanked his cock through his pants again, this time he did it with such a diseased expression of perversion; through the eyes of an animal, not a man, slyly like a fox he got his phone and started taking photos of the sleeping boy at first. Then he shifted all the way over to him, making sure that he was still asleep, and that his brother was loudly pissing away upstairs. He traced his long finger up and down Luke's bare arm, then he touched his chest and stroked his sexy smooth body the same way. He knew he wouldn't have much time; boys didn't waste time on the toilet, did they? Standing, he carefully took the boy's legs by the cuffs of his trackies and slid his slim form down so he'd been lowered flush on to his back, then he got between his legs and started peeling his waistband down... Flush. Patrick quickly left the boy and stood up just as Lachlan came bounding down the stairs like a madman, big grin on his cheeky face. The noise had woken up Luke, who stirred and rubbed his eyes. "Thanks!" Lachlan said before moving to bounce on the sofa on his knees. Patrick was red, his hair, but now his face; guilty as sin. Had he really been about to? "So you wanna take some photos of us mate?" "Soon," said Patrick, for the first time flaking in his cool demeanour. "I'll be right back." The boys paid Patrick no heed and it sounded like the started wrestling as he was half way up the stairs, and in other circumstances he would have wanted to watch! As it happened, however, he felt like being sick, rushing to the toilet. However when he got to the bathroom, he saw the site of a war which had immediately changed his tune, flipped his stomach into knots and brought him to his knees. "Dirty little bastard..." he said, groping himself. The sight of the toilet seat absolutely saturated in yellow boy-piss had made his mouth water so much he nearly salivated on to the floor where puddles of messy pee had ended up as well. "Really? Do boys these days have any manners?" And speaking of manners, Patrick knew it would be bad manners to let all this go to waste. And, he needed to clean up, so two birds with one stone, he got down and licked, LICKED the filthy, pissy toilet seat, moaning as he slurped up the golden delight that coated it. It tasted so good to him, like an acidic nectar that kept wanting to make the bile rise in his throat, but he refused to let it, groaning like a dirty pig he lapped it all up, spreading long wet stripes over the seat. This tasted so fucking good to him. He would have preferred it from the source but bigger's couldn't be choosers! Patrick very nearly came in his joggers after he'd rubbed some of the piss from the floor into his cock head, but let it flop, close to busting before washing his hands and going back downstairs now with a big smirk on his face. The boys had stopped fighting, and were sat on the sofa again. "Back, lads," he greeted with a wave. Lachlan ignored him as he played a new game Luke looked at him a little dozily but smiled regardless and waved back. "You lads promised me some photos, so..." he made a gesture like `get up.' But then went around the front of them and started taking pictures on his phone from the front. Lachlan was more interested in the game now, even if he looked like he was about to pass out. When Patrick had take plenty of pictures, focusing on the young lad's naked torsos, the desire in him built up. "Hey, how about you take off your socks?" Neither lad complained, quickly peeling off their socks without question and dropping them. It was a simple enough request but it was only the start of what he wanted to see. Like a pro-photographer, Patrick walked around the sofa, taking dozens of pics of them. He lifted their legs up and spread their feet out on the table and got close-ups between their legs, their bare soles, and toes, even under their armpits. Of course, if they knew he was taking these weird pics they would have looked at him funny, but they had no idea. All the while he was getting even more horny (if that was possible) managing to touch the both of them in pretty much every place, licking his fingers always after, and because they were too absorbed in their competitions with each other, never even thought about it. "Aw, fuck you, Lachlan..." "No, fuck you!" And they started fighting again! "Shit," grinned Patrick, coming to the `rescue' pushing himself between the two lad's meanwhile rubbing his hands up and down their sexy bodies, fully exposed to him, while acting as the mediator: the wall between them. "Alright, shit... hold up, come on." When they stopped fighting, Luke started giggling. "Oh?" And Patrick realised his touching of his underarms had garnered an unintended but moderately lucky reaction. "You ticklish, little man? Eh? Eh..." "Nooo! Ahhhh!" Luke screamed his head off when Patrick pushed him on to the floor and mounted his little body under the weight of his thighs. He started tickling him mercilessly. "Oi!" Said Lachlan, not wanting to be left out. He climbed op top and held on to Patrick's shoulders and started getting a bit too rough. It was then that Patrick had to put a stop to it because Lachlan was too needy, pushing and kicking. With a sigh, he stood up and dusted himself off. He stopped caring if they could see his hard-on now, too. In fact, it was clear that when he put his hands down his joggers and arranged himself in front of them, that he now loved showing off. Lachlan laughed and fell back on the floor, mimicking the adult's action. "I think you lad's have had enough games for today," said Patrick smiling. He turned off the PS5. Of course it was an action that had a pretty obvious negative reaction. Both boys screamed "noo!" and fell about the place on their knees, begging. "Please!" "Please?" It was Luke's gorgeous blue eyes, big innocent ones that almost melted him. "Ah-ah, no way... you've both played enough. How about... something more stimulating, eh?" "What's that?" Luke asked, a stupid expression on his face as he laid back on his elbows and fidgeted. "Stimulating?" added Lachlan. "It's when you play with your willie until the white stuff comes out, stupid." Luke sneered, "no, it isn't, retard! That's called spunking! And you can't do it anyway." He then looked at Patrick and joked: "His willie is so small bet he can't even find it!" Bet I could find it! Patrick's thoughts were more perverted that his words, because, after a brief twitch of a nervous lip, he said, "that's not called stimulating. That's masturbation. But you too are too young for that. I'm talking about a different game." "Just don't tickle me again," shuddered Luke. Patrick laughed. They were being so fucking cute right now he was finding it hard pulling out his ace card, but it was coming; he steeled himself and sat down in front of them, cross-legged, and said: "no, it's a great game -- lot's of fun -- called `Don't Bite.' Lachlan scratched his head and scowled. "What's that?" Patrick smirked, a conspiratory gleam came in his dark green eyes, and he answered: "It's a guessing game: we take turns guessing what the other person has put in our mouth -- without biting -- only using our lips and mouth and tongue to try and guess what it is in their mouth. The winner is the best of three. So... you both will have your mouths open and I'll put the same thing in your mouth, Lachlan, and then you, Luke. You get one guess each." Luke matched his brother's frown, he was deep in thought, obviously not quite understanding, and then he asked: "it's not going to be anything gross is it?" "Nope, I promise, I won't put anything gross in your mouth." That was enough for little Luke. He happily got up on his hands and knees. Lachlan scoffed, "no way, Luke. You're not putting anything in my mouth!" Luke laughed: "shut up, sounds fun. Besides, I'll win." "No you won't," sneered Lachlan. "There's one more thing..." Patrick picked up the boy's discarded socks and tied them together. Both boys looked on in interest as he knotted together their dirty, grass-covered socks. "Blindfolds," said Patrick, already putting one of his own inventions around Luke's head first. The boy wriggled and whined but let him do it, he was even grinning. Lachlan laughed along with it all. In fact he was well up for it, putting his own sock blind-fold on himself, even though he needed Patrick's help making it good and tight. "Ugh... Luke, your socks stink!" "Do not! Yours stink more!" While they were arguing, Patrick's heart was racing. This was unbelievable. With shaking hands, he set up his phone to video mode and set it up on the table to catch probably the horniest, nastiest idea he'd never even fantasised about in his wildest dreams. A million thoughts were running through his head: he could use their open, wet mouths right now if he wanted. Blindfolded they'd have no idea! And he could lie about what it was! They weren't the brightest pair, and he was already thinking whatever devil allowed him this fucking awesome gift today! "Do!" "Don't" They were both on their knees, sat waiting, semi-hyperactive. Little bastards. They were going to kill him if they kept this up. "Right. Both of you shut up. It's time for some fun! Remember the rules? No peeking, no talking, and NO BITING. Open your mouths and keep them open." He made them repeat the last part. Now they were eager and waiting, impatiently, young mouths hanging open. Patrick stood back. Heavy breathing, he stood and pulled down his pants. Exposed his hairy naked cock and arse, totally naked in front of them. Then he went back and checked that the phone was recording and he got down just out of frame and teased the boys a little bit first, blowing into their open mouths, gentle breathing, just to see their reaction. Surprisingly, they took it and didn't say a thing, while his pervy prick pulsed, rock hard the whole time. First, Patrick slid his thumb against the eleven year old's lips, rubbed it slowly around, feeling the skin move under the pressure. He was so hard he didn't think his poor cock could take it. He tried not to touch himself, but he couldn't help it. His hips involuntarily humped the air when he pushed a thumb inside Lachlan's mouths. He put up no fight, and immediately started eagerly rolling his wet tongue around it, tasting the skin, licking the nail. When he did it to Luke, he dipped his thumb in the pool of clear pre cum that oozed from his head, and then he stuck his thumb inside the nine year old's mouth. And FUCK did his gorgeous mouth work it. It wasn't pre-come anymore, he was leaking a steady stream down his long, white cock. "Mmm... right," said Patrick. Luke moved and started to take off his blindfold. "W-whoa, no, not yet," he said, fixing the blindfold down again before he got sight of his cock in front of his eyes. Then he breathed. Calm. Calm down. It's okay. "Right... right... now think about what it was, and when I count to three, you both tell me at the same time what you think it was... okay?" They nodded. "Okay. One, two... three..." "Thumb!" They both shouted in unison. "Ah! Perfect lads! That's a 1-1!" What Patrick loved, was that because they were so eager to best each other, neither complained or was grossed out by it. Which meant he could go forth and really take it up a notch. Round two came, but instead of a thumb, he popped his toes in their mouths. Patrick was laid on his bank, wanking his dick, moaning, while these two boys slobbered and suckled on his toes, threading their curious tongues between each toe, exploring the knuckles and apparently having a great time, as they were both keen, leaning into it, using their lips, creating suction. "Ahh, fuck..." If he kept this up, he'd shoot without any lips on his dick at all. Swiftly he pulled the dripping wet toes out of each mouth with a pop and a smirk, then he sat back and called time. "I dunno..." said Luke. "I... was it like, toes or something?" "Yes," he replied breathing hard. "Yes, you're right Lachlan... it was..." "Ugh!" laughed Lachlan, wiping his mouth vigorously with his hand. "Thought you said you weren't gonna put anything gross in!" "That wasn't gross! I promise you my toes are clean." "Yeah... they are now we've licked them!" Lachlan laughed hard. He was finding it all very funny. Even Patrick laughed, albeit with a nervous chuckle. "Okay, lads, settle... settle down. So far it's Lachlan 2, Luke 1, so Luke you've gotta win this next round to stay in the game!" He spoke so encouragingly, even warmly, but if only the could see, they'd see how truly deviant this man was who'd invited them into his home. They'd see him, chalk-white, red-faced, red-cocked, looking more like a ginger devil than a man at this stage. "I'm going to grab a few things from right here in the room, okay, and we'll try those." Of course, he lied; rather, he looked around for something -- anything -- that could passably substitute for what was coming in round three. Round three came, and Patrick thought of a way to let Luke win this next round: by cheating. Leaning in, Patrick stuck out his tongue, and slowly slowly drew close. Fuck, he could feel the hot breath around his tongue, and when he slowly inserted it into Luke's mouth, he dove in deep. Keeping his tongue as rigid as possible though, he knew that the boys would not be able to tell what it was. Wet on wet, Luke's tongue swirled around the organ, no longer tentative but rough and needy, he sucked on his tongue hard. Slurped. Saliva spilled down both their chins and Luke was seemingly still no closer to getting it. When he moved on to Lachlan, he got the treat of his life, because Lachlan was eager to please, eager to beat his younger brother that even before Patrick slipped his tongue inside, he latched on to it in an open-mouthed, closed-teeth slobbery kiss. The whole room now stank, absolutely stank of Patrick's sex, his foreskin and spunk, the boy's sweat and the entire pervy atmosphere. "O-okay, holy... enough..." "What was that!?" Lachlan whined. "I think I know..." Luke contemplated. Fuck. Patrick needed a moment; his tongue actually ached from snogging for so long, letting the boy's agile tongues assault his like little swords. His cock ached so much, yearning for release. He was now afraid to touch it it was twitching all on its own, pulsing with the beat of a crazy underground drum. Wild, rampant... primal. This was it. The moment he'd been wanting for so long. It didn't even matter what they guessed at this point. He declared Luke "right!" for guessing game controller, and declared Lachlan wrong for guessing nose. "Right! It's... oh, god... fuck, it's two-all lads," he couldn't even speak anymore he was crazed -- insane -- with extreme lust, but he managed to squark out the words enough to say: "F-final round, okay? This one takes the win. The win, yeah..." "I'm gonna win!" bragged Luke. Lachlan didn't like that. He elbowed his brother and argued: "No, I am!" While this was happening, Patrick got to his feet and held his long, pallid cock straight out. He wanked it slowly, determined to spray the kids with a nice thick horny load before this `game' was over. These dopey, clueless young boys would get their first taste of man-cock, and he was shaking all over, so fucking nervous, scared, but absolutely gone, soullessly horny. This was about him, his own pleasure; he would use their mouths, treat them like pigs, dumping grounds for his hot pedo spunk. "Yeah, that's right, lads! Stick your tongues out more, like that... fuck yeah..." He was wanking wildly, teeth gritted, sweat pouring down his body. This was it. Shaking like a leaf, he first probed entry to Luke's mouth; and FUCK... the feeling of his slick, slimy tongue already eager made Patrick whine as it brushed up against his sensitive cock-head. Tears streamed down his face, it felt THAT good. He saw stars, so many that he actually considered pulling away before he passed out. But then Lachlan, who wasn't waiting while his fucking brother got the first go, drove forward and mashed his beautiful face against the sweaty, greasy cock, his lips and tongue sought out whatever he could find, sucking on the shaft, licking just under the foreskin and tasting the deposits before fighting with his sexy brother, tongue-wrestling for control of the head. They BOTH wanted it in their mouths NOW. And they weren't willing to share. There was spit and saliva and cummy dribbles all over their faces, making them shine and gleam, messy angels. Patrick grabbed the back of one head with one hand, and the back of the other with his other and and let them at it. They fucking WANTED it. They slobbered and licked, sucked like starving babes, and he was in heaven -- not the hell he imagined -- the wetness, the roughness, the sheer animality of their instincts left him breathless, and Patrick pulled back just in time, pulled back his dripping-wet foreskin and showered the boys with well-earned load. He had such a hard time keeping quiet about it, because fuck it was the biggest blast of spunk he'd ever shot. The boys screamed and laughed and recoiled, stuck out their tongues in disgust as the man had obviously decided on a liquid assault. It didn't matter though: if they covered their faces, their tongues had already got a nice splash, and their hands couldn't protect themselves prompt he pervy juice, nor could they stop the ropes the splattered against their bare chests, in their hair, or over the pants. "Fuck, ahhh! Fuck, mmhmmmm..." he whined, whimpered, finally making his lip bleed. He couldn't pull his pants up quick enough when the boys rushed to yank off their blindfolds! "Ugh! What is all this wet stuff?" "Ahh! Hahahah!" Luke was laughing, big smile on his pretty face. Patrick frantically fished for an excuse, a reason, because for all of his impulses, he hadn't even thought how he'd get out of this situation. "Eugh, its sticky, it went in my mouth!" Lachlan laughed, sticking his fingers in his mouth. "I know what it is, Lachlan!" Luke claimed, scooping up some of the clear white fluid from his naked chest and sucking on his finger. Proudly, he beamed: "It's sour milk, right?" Sour milk. That's the first time Patrick ever heard it called THAT, but fuck. Fuck yes. "That's... uh, yeah." His face was so hot and red that it actually felt on fire, and his cock was still beating, throbbing, leaking like a heavy tap, down his leg. It would have been obvious to anyone looking at him, even the boys, so he sat down with his knees up, quivering in the soup of his own making. Shame drenching him. "Yuck, you squirted us with milk?" Lachlan stood up and wiped himself down. Luke immediately did the same. They were both laughing. Patrick was going through it, unable to stop himself shivering in spite of the heat. Cold sweats, dread, guilt, sublime pleasure. A crooked, bent smirk appeared on his face. Then the boys moved. "Ah! That means I win, right Patrick?" Luke broadly beamed. Patrick faked a smile. Well, Luke just fucking loved that. He cheered, jumped up and down, and then he even clapped Patrick on the back. "Yeah! See? Told you I'd win." Lachlan sneered, "fuck off, you probably cheated! Next time I'll win!" "Next time," repeated Patrick, slowly, under his breath. Yeah, he thought, with a devilish smirk... he'd like that. END.