Date: Thu, 25 May 2017 00:40:13 +0200 (CEST)
From: z.blake@tutanota.com
Subject: Quivers in the Quartet

QUIVERS IN THE QUARTET
By Zachyboy & Scuba Steve
M/M/b/b, oral, anal, rimming, felching

The following story is a work of fiction. There's an interesting story as
to how it was actually written if you like fascinating, behind-the-scenes
technical stuff, but if you're sitting there with your dick already out,
ready to get busy with your cockhard-self, or if introductions in general
bore the shit out of you, feel free to skip down to the boy fuckin'. No
hurt feelings on our end.

This story actually started out as a short, pervy fantasy email Scoob sent
to me privately. We're grown men with erections that need caring-for, and
we do such things. I liked Scoob's email so much, I felt the need to flesh
it out, so to speak. I flesh things out all the time. You should see how
many used tissues I flesh out of my upstairs garbage can in a typical week.

Anyhoo, with the help of a good set of formatting tools NOT designed by
Microsoft and a half-bottle of vodka, I separated each individual sentence
of Scoob's juicy email into its own magnificent standalone paragraph, then
inserted one paragraph of my own between each of his, creating new
material, a continuation of his theme, and a double-length story.

The result is (hopefully) a coherent, cohesive story combining the work of
two writers, lobbing paragraphs back and forth at each other like a tennis
ball.  It's one of those "he-said, she-said," things, only both of us are
he's. (Theoretically). Two men, talking about two boys. Giving you quivers
in our quartet, hopefully.

Anyway, I guess you didn't really need to know all that shit, but we felt
like bragging about it because it was a somewhat-impressive feat of
technique for the two of us who did it, and, well, that's the kind of
pathetic lost souls we are, desperate for your approval, ongoing praise and
unsolicited ego-stroking. ((SNORT!!))

But, ack. Enough of that behind-the-scenes shit. Let's get back to the boy
fuckin'.

The following story is a work of fiction. More like a dream really. Half of
it's Scoob's. Half of it's mine. With two boys to boot. We were all there,
though. The four of us. And everybody came. Way more than once.

Please give generously to the Nifty Archive Alliance, because co-authored
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"On with the show," he said with a smile.

"On with the show," his friend said too.

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All of us were buck-ass naked.

The room already smelled like sex, even though nobody's cock had been
inside anybody's boypussy yet. Just from analingus alone, anybody walking
into your bedroom that night would know for a fact that some filthy double
mancock, down-and-dirty boy-squeal butt-fuckin' was about to go down fast
and go down hard.

Based on our instruction, Jared had eaten the fuck out of the Linc's
boypussy for a solid 10 minutes.

Jared was 15 and Lincoln was 10, and I don't think I've ever seen a
gobbling teen mouth attack a twitching tween boycunt with such gusto in my
life, have you? Fuck no, you haven't. Never. No matter what you say.

You had told him to prepare it for your cock and patiently admired The
Proceedings slightly off to the side while stroking your obscenely erect
and leaking penis.

"That's it, Jared," you growled at him with sinister encouragement. "Get
that boypussy good and wet. Tongue that babycunt as deep as you can." The
Linc's eyes were hypnotized, glazed over in bliss, as Jared ate his honey
hole, and both boys watched you stroke your thickie.

I was doing the same, holding my phone to record the events for posterity.

"Spread his ass apart," I grunted. "Before you fuck him, let's get a shot
of his unfilled hole." The Linc moaned at his impending dishonor, but
allowed Jared to peel his little starfish apart so we could add its last
seconds of dignity to an already overabundant camera roll. "That's it,
Jared," you growled. "Spread that pussy apart and slather it good." I
tossed the phone on the bed. Fuck it. My hands were shaking too much
watching Jared eat the Linc, I couldn't trust my own focus.

When Jared was done, and had coated the aforementioned boycunt with layer
upon layer of his teenboy saliva, you done fucked the Linc good.

He gasped when your dick went in him. You fucked him righteous.

Better than good.

You put your heart and soul into it. You gave him your A-Game. You nailed
him in superlatives. Not good. Not better.

The Best.

"Oh my God," I heard you mutter. "You can't believe how wet he is
inside. How gooey. How slippery. OH FUCK, I'm gonna breed his insides. OH
FUCK, I'm gonna cum inside this slippery-boy's juicy-cunt. HIS SLIMY
CUNT. OH FUCK. OH FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKK MAN!!! I am PISSING my cum in him!!!!!!
PISSING IT IN HIM! FUCK! OH FUCK!!!!!!!!!!! OH FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKK!
NNNNNNNNNNGHHHHHHH!"

Your orgasm was absolutely spectacular, and I stood in absolute awe jacking
my own cock furiously.

"Jesus Christ," I watched you shudder. "OH fuck. OH FUCK, he's hot inside."
The Linc was gasping, wincing, shuddering as you power-fucked gloriously.

Your pregnancy thrusts were magnificent as you dumped your seed as deep as
humanly possible inside his then 10-year-old main orifice.

"It feels like a heartbeat," the Linc whispered breathlessly. "It feels
like your cock is squirting it's heartbeat up my butthole." I watched you
shiver as you finished up inside him. I watched him wince as the sweat
dripped off the back of his neck. "Hurts," he whispered. "But hurts all
good and gooey in me." You smiled and kissed his sweaty back. Licked the
sweat from his skinny-ass shoulder blades.

I complimented you for a job well done and told Jared to move into
place. We had discussed his upcoming positioning while you were lost in
your fuck.

I wanted you to fuck Jared's ass harder than hard, and I wished you'd hurry
up with the touchy-feely aftermath over there in Linc Land and let me have
a go at the hot little fucker. Ugh, man. You were killing me here.

Following your healthy ejaculation, you stayed ensconced in the Linc for a
couple minutes, savoring your surreal conquest.

"Hurry up, hurry up," I was thinking in my head. Enough about you, I was
thinking. Let's talk about me. But nope, you were still coming down from
your cock-high, doing kissy-prissy romantic things. And the Linc was eating
it up.

He was too little for you to kiss his neck with your cock still buried
inside him. You chose basic Rear Entry to dominate him - your favorite -
and yes, his absolutely perfect boypups were raised in the air when you
nutted.

You always were a fan of the pups, and the Linc was happy to raise his to
the heavens for you.

I had already taught him that doing so allows for a man's penis to
penetrate him even deeper than normal, so you were literally depositing
your semen directly onto his fertile sigmoid.

If he'd been a girl, you'd be a daddy in nine months. I could tell you
wanted to suck on his little mouth, post-fuck, but the angles weren't
lining up right.

Since he was too small in stature for kissing of any kind, you simply
rubbed your Loving hands through his now-sweaty hair.

"Love you, baby," you whispered gently. "Love your sweet boycunt."

When you sadly withdrew a few minutes later, Jared was ready.

"Please," he begged. "You gotta let me eat it. Let me eat his butt off your
dick." You damn near rammed your cock in his face, you were so eager to
have him do just that.

He engulfed your messy man cock in a matter of seconds, cleaning you of the
spent Love which didn't make it inside Linky, as well as the latter's
internal juices.

"So fucking good," he moaned as he gobbled. "His ass on your cock."

The ass-to-mouth move was breathtaking in its filthiness, and Jared slurped
on your softening member like it was his last nourishment for days, which
it wasn't, as he would soon prove.

"Suck that cock," I ordered him. "You're on clean-up crew tonight, kiddo."

I almost prematurely came from the delicious sight, but I needed to get
inside Linc's used boypussy pronto.

"I hope you're done," I told you with a wink, "because I'm about to
reinvent the term `sloppy seconds' here. I promise you that."

When you scooted off to the side, satiated as only a card-carrying pedo can
be, Jared made a quick move with his agile teen body, leaning down with his
head to re-eat the tattered boycunt only inches away from the three of us.

"Pleeeease," he whined, and his lust was palpable, visceral in the
air. "I'm not done tasting him yet."

I thought about grabbing his bare shoulder to hold him back, as I desired
to shove my dick directly and immediately through your mess and into the
impossibly tight confines of our shared 10-year-old lover.

Jared begging for Linc. Linc needing to be pleasured. I almost pushed Jared
aside, so great was my greed and need. It was pounding through every inch
of my filthy erection like a bad-dick migraine. I wanted to push Jared out
of the bed for even daring to delay me.

However, I thought better of it.

"That's it, baby," I told our teen. "You go right ahead and eat his pussy
some more."

Sometimes it's best to leave a budding gay teen pedo to his own burgeoning
devices.

Davey Junior was barking between my legs. Aching to be let off the
leash. It was a shame to see Jared felching the dribs and drabs out of the
Linc with such gusto, but I knew you planted that wad deep.

There would still be plenty of your spent semen for DJ to utilize as lube.

I stroked my cock, enjoying the teen-on-boy show. You were in the corner,
panting, eyes rolled back in your head. You looked like you needed a
two-hour nap.

The sounds of Jared's mouth and tongue as he feasted on the delightfully
available offerings were jaw-dropping.

"Look at him twitch," you said between gasps for breath. "Linky's ass is
actually twitching around Jared's tongue." Fuck it was hot, because fuck,
it was true. Linc's rosebud was blinking like Rudolph's nose.

There were also the unmistakable aromas of boy ass and man cum in the
surrounding air.

"Christ, smell that hot boycunt."

My erection was straining at my 41-year-old maximum, about 20 degrees above
floor-parallel, but it did spasm at the olfactory blend.

"Nothing finer," you nodded, leaning down closer to the Linc's battered
boybox for a cursory huff. "You always were a nose man," you
teased. Yeah. Fine. Mock me if you will.

I noticed the same smells were serving to already harden your
previously-deflating phallus.

"Takes a huffer to know a huffer," I winked. Jesus, now you'd moved on from
Linc's boy business to the rear end of Jared's splayed money-maker. You had
your face about an inch away from his glory land too.

I was sure you'd be fucking Jared within minutes upon my imminent
penetration of young Lincoln.

Jared the Elder. Lincoln the Innocent. Or not so much anymore, really.

Speaking of the former, when the teen piglet had gotten his fill from the
lust-satisfying feeding trough in front of him, he pulled his head back.

"Please fuck me," Jared begged. "Somebody fuck me. I need it bad."

His lips, mouth and chin were coated and dripping with the breathtaking
sight of his own saliva, your spent jizz, and the Linc's liquid center.

"Oh, we'll fuck you, all right," I promised him. "Get ready for a night
full. But first I'm gonna wash your mouth out, bitch. With mine."

The opaque spit, off-white sperm, and Linky-caramel created a magnificent
macchiato which was impossible for me to resist leaning in for a lengthy
tongue kiss in order to enjoy a taste of the goodness myself.

Davey Junior was in pain. A gentleman's cock is no longer a gentleman when
push comes to shove and it starts to go wild with the raw need to breed. I
kissed the rest of Linky's ass drippings from Jared's mouth.

The felched blend tasted as good as advertised and served once again make
DJ lurch. He clearly wanted his own taste, which he would be receiving in
very short order.

Peripherally, I watched you watching me mouth-wrestle with Jared.

You gasped an audible, "Fucking HOT!"as I french-kissed your teen bride.

"That's it," you encouraged me. "He likes that man tongue WAY down deep
inside his pretty throat."

Compliments for the several years of pedo training by the way - God DAYUM
can that boy make-out something fierce.

Jared was whimpering. He needed way more than kissing. He needed your dick
up his cunt. I wrapped things up with some lip nibbles and a quick bite on
his salty neck.

As we finally separated, I re-focused my attention on the much younger of
our two underage sex toys.

Linc was panting. His eyes were rolled back.

DJ was more than ready.

I lifted his legs up and everybody moaned at the sight and the smell. Both
were glorious. Starfish perfection. "Look at that," you whispered in
admiration.

Just at that moment, a sizeable rivulet of your cumload began leaking from
the newly-tween anus now virtually winking at me.

"Christ, that's so beautiful I could cry just watching it run out," I told
you.

Not wishing to let it go to waste, I leaned down & in for a thorough
painter's swipe with my hungry pedo tongue directly against the messy
valley and sucked.

"Oh God. Oh Jesus, help me."

Holy Fuck, you and him combined taste mofo delicious.

"I'm eating your wad out of his ass," I
whispered. Incredulous. Near-bursting with gratitude. Linc moaned in heat.

I hummed a yummy sound as my Adam's apple did its thing.

Enough of this oral interlude. Linc needed fucking. Jared needed
fucking. We nodded at each other. Unspoken words. Shared instinct and
objective. It was time to pick a boy and mount up.

When I pulled back and righted myself to prepare for much-needed
penetration, I leaned over to kiss you for a job well done.

Your mouth opened for me, as soft as a breath. As natural as our history.

I know you'd rather have 7 or 10-year-old me from the wrestling or Little
League photos, but I wanted to give you a snowballed taste of your essence
blended with the boygod's insides.

"Taste him, Zee. Taste his childhood."

You didn't seem disappointed.

We broke our kiss, and as I watched you reach for Jared, I knew inside and
out what you were about to do to him, and exactly what it would feel like
inside his teen ass.

I turned back toward the Linc for a final time.

"Are you ready, baby?" I whispered softly, looking into his eyes. He nodded
and whimpered. "Go slow," he sniffled.

I readied my penis.

"I'll make it feel sooooo good for you, I promise."

There was enough pre on DJ's tip to oil a stubborn screen door.

I was absolutely wet for this boygod. My dick was dripping love for him.

I nudged my naturally lubed helmet against his entrance and gave it a
slight push.

"Owwww," he whimpered. "Go slow." And then..."Ahhhhhhhhhh!" his sweet sigh
of cocktip relief. My mushroom head slid in with a soft pop.

It easily breached the already well-fucked 5th grade rectum with ease.

"It's good," he whispered. "I like it. It's good."

I felt his first sphincter welcome me with open arms.

"Gonna go deeper now, baby. Take a breath. It won't hurt. You're already
nice and wide and open inside. You know how to do this by now. Here we go,
baby. One? Two? Three? AHHHHHHHHHHHH."

His second sphincter was equally accommodating.

Instinctively, he reached up with his tiny hands and grabbed my butt
cheeks, pulling my cock down into him harder, quickly embedding me. His
yank. His demand.

I uttered an autonomous, "OH FUCK!"as my shaft disappeared inside the
skinnycunt in a single, uninterrupted motion.

"Yes," he whispered. "I've been waiting for you to do this again." He held
onto my arms, my ass, my back as I fucked him. At one point, his little
fingernails pierced my skin and I didn't even care. This boy was my life.

I threw my head back in total ecstasy.

I loved us all so much right then. The four of us
together. Rutting. Sweating. Quaking and Quivering. Quivers in the Quartet.

Lincoln squeaked the most adorable puppy sounds below me.

"You can -- go faster," he panted, to the rhythm of my fuck. "Go faster
– when you – squirt in me."

The gasps of a fucked boy are like a symphony to a pedo's ears.

"I will," I promised him. "I'll do it really hard at the end. Really
hard. Really fast."

Jared was watching closely, admiring my handiwork.

You were lubing your cock, getting ready to make the elderminx waddle home
with a bun in his own oven. He knew it, yet he still found time to wink at
me and give me a thumbs up.

"Fuckin' HOT, Uncle Dave."

I nodded at him. Beads of sweat dripped off my forehead and landed on
Lincoln's quivering lower lip. His little tongue darted out and he licked
it up. A taste of salt. A taste of man.

As I bottomed out, my man pubes brushing against his impossibly silky boy
taint, our teen sex partner added, "Now fuck him really good."

There was a glint in his eye. The sinister pay-it-forward of a long-loved
boy. Still aching in his asshole. Still quivering in his own quartet. In
his own hot hindquarters.

"No problem, Jared."

I lifted Linc's legs and I fucked him with renewed vigor. I put his little
left foot in my mouth and started sucking it, nibbling it, and slathering
it with spit as I got damn good and ready to fuck my man load up the
boygod's quivering cunny box.

Fuck him hard? Fuck him really good? "Gotcha covered, Jared," I winked as I
watched you shove your dick up Jared in one fell swoop and smiled as I saw
our shared teen clench at the bedsheets and bite on his pillow, writing in
heat for your sudden rude intrusion. God, that boy loves it when you take
his breath away. As for mating in Lincoln and giving him the same? Shared
goal noted, my friend. Two men? Two boys? And orgasms all around?

I think we can make that happen.

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