Date: Sun, 09 Dec 2018 13:33:07 +0700
From: Bun Bunns <mrbunns@yandex.com>
Subject: Secrets of Pinewood Heights: Enter the Sandman

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Enter the Sandman (M/b, b/b, oral, anal, bondage, voyeur)

By Mr.Bunns

While Pinewood Heights was a lively little suburb during the day, at night
it took on the guise of a sleepy little burg out in the middle of nowhere
that was common among neighborhoods of its kind. Gone are the chatter and
laughter of its inhabitants roaming about its streets as they moved their
reveries indoors, and in their place were the sounds of crickets
interspersed with the dull roars of cars passing on the freeway
nearby. Everything else remained still and silent, save for one young rebel
who had decided that remaining still was not his style.

Bobby Sanders trudged down the abandoned sidewalk wondering just what the
hell he was getting himself into. Well, that's not quite right: the
fauxhawked, light brown-haired boy knew precisely what he was getting
himself into ever since his fateful encounter with Pablo and discovering
the more promiscuous side of the good-looking ten-year-old star of the
school. What he didn't know was just how promiscuous his other schoolmates
were, or for that matter, the many, many other boys of Pinewood Heights who
easily put Pablo's brand of promiscuity to shame.

It all started when Gabe had invited him, Andrew, and Pablo to his house
for a sleepover. He knew the instant the chubby blonde runt said
"sleepover" there will be very little actual sleeping involved, and the
fact that Gabe's mom was working a double shift yet again that night meant
they can be as loud as they wanted to be with little to no risk of being
discovered. Thus the trio of older boys spent the entire night tag-teaming
the eight-year-old sex fiend to ejaculate their seeds in every orifice on
his small body over and over again, and after hours of pummeling their
cocks into his sweet little holes and twisting the child around in
positions that would make a yoga master gawk in disbelief, the four
sweat-drenched youths decided to take a quick break as they all lie tangled
up in a heap on top of each other on Gabe's small, rickety wooden bed.

"Ay dio!" Pablo gasped as he wiped the sweat off his brow.

"You can say that again," Andrew panted as he laid beside him, cradling
Gabe's sweaty stocky frame on top of him.

"Goddamn that's the best one yet!" Bobby's voice was muffled as he was
lying face down on the sweat-drenched pillow, too tired to move even the
slightest muscle.

"Oh I dunno," the little blonde imp sighed while rubbing his right cheek on
his best friend's damp, hairless chest, "That was good, but my first time
was definitely the best one for me."

"Is it with Pablo?" the hint of jealousy was apparent in Andrew's tone, but
the little boy shrug it off with an angelic smile and a chuckle.

"Nope," was his reply, "I don't really know who it was since I can't see."

"Wait, what?" Bobby was filled with a sudden interest as he propped himself
up to look at the grinning kid's face, "What do you mean you can't see?"

"Gabe got himself a `playdate' for his first time. Isn't that right, Gabe?"
Pablo shot the younger boy a meaningful smile, to which the blonde imp gave
a cute little giggle as if he had just said the most amusing thing in the
world.

"What, what playdate?" Bobby pursued as he turned to regard Andrew with a
questioning look. The befuddled expression that the freckle-faced boy wore
told him he didn't know what the other two were talking about either, and
the wide grin Gabe wore as he turned to regard Bobby told him the imp was
enjoying the smug satisfaction of imparting yet another previously unknown
secret of Pinewood Heights.

"It's something for guys who wanna mess around and feel a little, uh,
adventurous," Gabe started to explain, "Basically, you mark down your house
to let other guys in the know that you're down for some fun. Then you cover
your eyes and wait until someone comes, and then, well, you know the rest."

"So, the whole time you're doing it you have your eyes closed?" Andrew
chimed in.

"No silly, you cover `em! With a blindfold or something," was the blonde
angel's enthusiastic reply, "It's kinda scary at first, but once you got
into it, it's really super fun! And you get to feel good like you never
felt before!"

Bobby blinked twice in shocked disbelief before he could command his mouth
to form his thoughts into words. "Goddamn," he sighed in disbelief, "I knew
you're all messed up with all the shit you're into, but I didn't realize
you're this fucking messed up!"

"Why? What's the problem?" Gabe gave him a rather innocent quizzical look.

"What's the problem!?" the young buck blanched at how brazenly casual the
blonde imp was being, "A lot is the problem! What if you get discovered?
What if your parents walked into your room to see you get fucked in the ass
by a stranger while all blindfolded and shit? What then, huh?"

The blonde imp stared back at him for as if he had just said the silliest
thing in the world, before a naughty grin dawned on his face. He turned
towards Pablo, and Bobby noticed that they were both sharing a meaningful
look as the imp turned his attention back towards the fauxhawked older boy
and said, "Well if you're so curious about it, why don't you give it a shot
tomorrow night?"

"Huh?" was all he could muster, for Bobby could not believe this sudden
turn of event. There he was protesting of the logic of trespassing into
little boys' room to fuck them up the ass, and all of a sudden he was
getting an offer to experience the forbidden tryst for himself. Despite of
all the time he spent hanging around and quite literally fucking with these
kids, he just could not get a handle of how some days might turn out each
time they meet up. This, as it turns out, was going to be one of those
days.

"Go down Dell Street to Ed's Goods," Pablo spoke up in turn, "There's a red
mailbox on the side of the front door. If you press on the bottom of the
box for a while, a secret compartment will open up. Take what's inside and
use it to find the place of your, um, playdate."

The last part was said with that same meaningful smile Bobby noticed always
played on Pablo's lips whenever he used innocent terms to hint at
not-so-innocent deeds. The humor was beyond him, but it was certainly not
beyond the eight-year-old blondie who chuckled at the last part. "Trust
me," the mischievous little imp added, "You're gonna make some guy's night,
especially with that awesome peepee of yours!"

On any other night Bobby would have took pride in any compliments for his
impressive dick, as the insatiable blonde imp announced that he was horny
and ready for the another round of rough gangbanging. While Andrew gamely
shuffled the little boy around so he could take him missionary style while
preparing his own rear end for Pablo's prepubescent dick, Bobby wondered if
he should even consider taking up Gabe's risque little offer. Living for
danger is the mark of a true delinquent, but what Gabe had proposed was far
beyond any measure of danger that he had dared himself to carry out. As he
fed the eager chubby blonde angel his dick and watched Andrew and Pablo
went to town on both him and each other, he decided that he would not puss
out on this dare that was laid out before him and show the cute little
devil what a real delinquent is capable of.

At least, that's what he thought when he set out of his home earlier that
night. Thinking that he was man enough to do the deed was one thing,
actually carrying out the deed was another as he felt his heart racing with
each step he took towards Dell Street. He crossed the now deserted suburban
road while constantly looking over his shoulders, certain there was a nasty
surprise ready to jump out from the long dark shadows cast by the telephone
poles and broken streetlights.

He didn't need to endure the torturous anxiety for long, for he found
himself safely standing in front of his destination a short while
later. The neighborhood convenience store was dark, its doors closed and
shuttered and the only light left on were the ones on the marquee above the
door that says "Ed's Goods" in what should have been big bold gold
letterings a long time ago. The whole premise looks to be unsupportive of
Gabe's little story, but right as Bobby was wondering if the blonde imp had
conspired with the school star to mess with him he spotted the red mailbox
right behind one of the holes of the roll-up grille. Bobby's heart began to
race once more as he approached it with the care of a bomb removal expert
defusing a live explosive.

While it seemed to be as secure as the rest of the store behind the grille
at first glance, the red mailbox was placed in a strangely convenient
height that can be easily reached if one were to stick their hand in one of
the grille's holes. The rectangular holes were also just about the right
size: small enough to prevent adult hands to reach into but not too small
as to deter the hands of, say, a curious boy to touch the bottom of the
mailbox itself. Bobby couldn't help but wonder if the design was
intentional as he placed his hand on its bottom and did as Gabe had
instructed.

He waited for a good ten seconds before he could hear a faint whirring from
the mailbox followed by a loud click that nearly startled him. Just as Gabe
told him, a small rectangular segment of the mailbox's bottom popped open
to reveal a piece of paper and a small metal object inside. Bobby hesitated
for a second before he reached in to collect the secret container's
contents, and right after he had done just that the hidden compartment once
again snapped shut and vanished into the bottom of the mailbox.

He stood in awe over what just happened, and not in small part also feeling
like one of those secret agents in those movies that he loved so much. He
regained his senses quick enough and examined the items he now held in his
hand: a piece of paper torn from a school notebook, and a metal object he
recognized to be the very same kind of skeleton key he saw Gabe and co. had
used during their hide and seek session at the school sometime ago. Bobby
unfolded the piece of paper and saw the content to be some kind of an
address, written in a child's crude handwriting and full of spelling
mistakes. He held up the note to better lighting to decipher that amidst
the messy chicken-scratch, the address actually read "22 Wilford Drive,
blue house, back door."

Bobby gulped down hard as he realized what he held in his hand was
basically a child's invitation for him to ravage their prepubescent body at
the comfort of their own home. The very thought sent a thrill of excitement
down his spine, and his cock immediately went rock hard imagining what was
waiting for him at his destination. He folded the note up in a rush and
tucked away both it and the key in his pocket before he dashed away without
another second to spare.

Wilford Drive was but a short walk away from the convenience store, and he
had very little trouble finding number twenty two due to it being the only
blue-painted house in a neighborhood of white and yellow houses. The fact
that he was still in West Pinewood Heights, his own home turf, also
reassured him that he won't be having too much trouble as he approached the
chain-linked fence's gate and quietly lifted the latch before crossing its
threshold. The loud patter of his green sneakers soon changed into soft
crunches of the grass he trampled underfoot as Bobby strolled off the
concrete pathway leading up to the front door of the house and instead
crossed the lawn to make his way around the side.

He half-expected a large, vicious dog to jump him when he reached the
rather unkempt backyard, or perhaps even the owner of the house who just so
happened to be coming back from a night stroll. Nothing of the sort
happened as he climbed up the creaky back porch stairs and made his way
towards the weather-worn back door as silent as he possibly could. He
gulped as he reached into his back pocket to produce the skeleton key he
had retrieved earlier, and slowly reached out to the door knob before
inserting the small metal shaft into the slot and turning it clockwise.

A loud click told him that he was now free to enter the house at his
leisure, and once again he was filled with a certain kind of dread. It was
not a common feature, but he knew for a fact that a good number of houses
in West Pinewood were fitted with burglar alarms precisely to prevent this
kind of thing from happening. He wondered if his midnight caper would come
to an abrupt halt the moment he pushed the door open, but once again his
lust won over his reason and he steeled himself for the worst as he turned
the door knob and pushed the door open.

Instead of the incessant blaring of a loud alarm system, he was greeted
with the still silence of a darkened small kitchen area which was only
disturbed by the creaking of the opening back door. He noticed that the
kitchen island, the wooden cupboards, and the way the plastic chairs and
table were aligned in the room in relation to the rusty old refrigerator
and the sink and dishwasher reminded him of his own home's kitchen. In
fact, the layout of the entire house was very much similar to his house as
he stepped past the linoleum flooring of the kitchen to the hard wooden
threshold of the rest of the house, walking along the connecting hallway
right next to some stairs leading up to the second floor. For a second
Bobby felt the rather uncanny feeling of breaking into his own home, one
that he could only brush off when he walked past a set of pictures hanging
on the wall to his left.

There were quite a number of family photos of who he assumed to be the
mother, the father, and their two sons in both candid and studio-arranged
shots. One of these included the four of them together: a brown-haired man
with glasses and dark blue eyes smiling alongside an auburn-haired woman in
a rather outdated dress, with each of their sons on either side of them
also smiling for the camera. Bobby guessed that the eldest was about Gabe's
age, although judging from how dated the photo looked he must have been a
couple of years older now.

In fact, there was a picture of the same brown-haired boy in another family
photo that looked to be more recent depicting him to be at least the same
age as Bobby. The younger child that used to be an auburn-haired tot in the
previous picture was now a gap-toothed little runt who was smiling proudly
as he clung on to his father and older brother's arms. The father in this
new picture still remained the same, but the mother was curiously missing
this time around.

For a second he thought about what could have happened to the woman before
he caught a faint, rather curious noise. Bobby was ready to make a dash for
the back door when he realized they were not coming from the same floor as
he was and up the stairs behind him instead. There was something that
sounded familiar when he heard that noise as if he had heard it a million
times before, and the budding delinquent figured that since he had gone
this far he might as well risk it all and check in on its source.

Bobby climbed up each step with great care, and the more he did the louder
the noise grew. Halfway up the stairs he realized what the source of those
noises were, and he kicked himself for being way too cautious. After all,
anyone making those noises would probably be too occupied with what they
were doing to notice his intrusion, and he hastened his pace up the stairs
and onto the carpet of the second floor landing. The hallway was dark save
for the light coming from a slightly open door at the end, and he peeked
into the room to confirm what he had already suspected.

Beyond the door was a modest-sized bedroom that seemed to be reserved for
the parents, and the furniture seemed to be hand-me-downs if their dated
designs were anything to go by. The king-sized bed at the end of the room
seemed to be particularly dated, since it creaked rather far too loud for
holding the combined weights of just one child and one full-sized adult. Of
course, the fact that said child and adult were having hard sex on top of
the bed could be a contributing factor as well, as Bobby watched how the
brown-haired boy bounced up and down to slam his ass onto the pistoning
cock of the man below him.

Though the much younger male has his back turned towards the door, Bobby
figured from his traits and features that this was the older of the two
brothers who was deliriously riding the man's slickened fuck pole like a
rodeo cowboy. Judging from what he could gather of the man's hair and
facial features from his precarious position, he also deduced that this was
the boy's father who was seizing his son's slim hips with his large hands
and pounding his first born's quivering butthole with all his
might. Bobby's keen eyes took note of the sheer sheen of sweat covering
almost every inch of the smooth fair skin on the bouncing buckaroo's back,
suggesting that the couple have been going at it for quite a while now and,
if the boy's delirious pleas were any indication, showed no signs of
stopping anytime soon.

"Ooooh nnhhhh faster nnngh nnnnnhh harder aaaah aaaaah daddy," he heard the
brown-haired boy lamented while shaking his head from side to side.

"Aaaah aaah oooh baby," this time it was the man's voice that caught his
ears, "Uuugh uuugh nnngggh daddy loves you so much!"

He could feel his dick straining against the front of his jeans the more
the incentuous pair went on and was considering of unzipping to sweet
voyeuristic relief when he heard a soft sound coming from behind him. He
turned around to realize that there was another slightly open door right
opposite of the master bedroom, and judging from the colorful wood block
cut letters that spelled out `Mikey's Room' on the door he figured this
must be the younger brother's room. Moreover, the sound that came out of
the room seemed to be restrained somehow, as if there was something
preventing it from reaching his ears in the first place.

Bobby took great care to move in the shadows without a sound, though he
doubt that was necessary considering how loud the father and son pair in
the bedroom was being, and inspected the other door. The dimmed lighting
took some time to get used to, but there was no mistaking that right below
the letters that stated the owner of the room's name, and even more
colorful letters that spelled `Keep Out', was a large piece of paper torn
from yellow notepad stuck to the the door. He strained his eyes to see what
it says, and what he read made his dick even harder than before.

`Unless you're here to play, then come on in!' was written in messy,
childish scrawls with the same kind of spelling mistakes that he recognized
from the note he found in the hidden compartment. Bobby realized then and
there that the owner of the room and the one who had written the message
was one and the same, and he also realized that when this Mikey had
indirectly invited him to come in and play, he didn't exactly mean Legos or
video games. The young buck swallowed the lump in his throat and wondered
what the hell is he getting himself into this time, as he reached out slow
and pushed the door open a bit wider to allow him to pass through.

It was clear that Mikey has a thing for outer space, for the inside of his
room was lined wall-to-wall with everything space related. There were
rocketship toys and space alien figures lining up the shelves, planetary
models hanging from the ceiling, and even cartoon posters depicting planets
and other heavenly bodies tacked onto the star-pattern wallpapers that
lined up the walls of his bedroom. Even his ceiling was littered with
glow-in-the-dark paint splotches that emulated the star-spangled night time
skies, an illusion that was made all the more impressive in the darkened
room as the fake star field seemed to connect with the real ones just
outside the open window.

As fascinating as the layout of Mikey's room was, Bobby's eyes instead
drifted right below the aforementioned window where he finally located the
source of the muffled sounds he heard earlier. Lying on top of a soft bed
covered with cartoon rocket ship and alien patterns was the owner of the
room, clad in blue pajamas that matched his bed sheet and writhing about
under the covers of a similar-patterned blanket. For a second Bobby thought
that Mikey had stirred awake from both his intrusion and the sound of his
father fucking the ever loving shit out of his older brother in the
opposite room, but as he approached the bed he couldn't help but gasped as
he realized the reality of the situation was much, much more unbelievable.

The adorable little lad with the unkempt auburn hair was blindfolded with a
blackout sleep mask, and he wore a soft padded collar around his neck with
two metal rings on either side. He also wore a similar collar around his
wrists, each of which was secured to each metal rings and preventing him
from moving his arms around while still keeping them in a comfortable,
relaxed position on his heaving chest. A small red ballgag completed his
kiddie bondage looks, and despite of the tiny bit of drool leaking out from
the corners of his mouth the kinky accessories didn't seem to bother him as
much as the sounds of incestuous hard sex coming from just outside of his
door.

Of all the things Bobby had seen and done ever since Gabe and friends
introduced him to the secrets of Pinewood Heights held close to the chests
of seemingly every neighborhood boys he knew, this one most definitely
takes the cake and he was already considering of backing out slow before
running as far as hell away from here when he noticed another piece of torn
yellow stationary paper taped to the boy's bedside table. He was careful to
take it off the bed without letting the squirming child know that he was
not alone in his bedroom, and brought the note close to his eyes to make
out the message in the darkened room. In the same messy handwriting filled
with spelling mistakes, this one read, `Leave the door open `cuz I like
listening to daddy. Now take off my pants and let's play!'

The last shred of Bobby's reason fluttered away with the paper that he
dropped on the floor as he drink in the sight of cute little Mikey, all
clad in his cartoon jammies that contrasted with the bondage gears he wore
on his face and wrists. Figuring that the kid knew what he was in for,
Bobby did not hesitate any longer and approached the bed before kneeling
down next to the squirming child. He placed his hand on Mikey's elbow that
made the auburn-haired scamp jumped a little bit, and Bobby was quick to
appease the little boy's fears by whispering, "Shhhh, it's okay! It's okay,
Mikey! Don't be scared. I'm your playdate."

Whether it was realizing that the intruder was just another boy like him or
hearing the key word `playdate', Mikey's tensed little frame soon relaxed
in response as he let out a breath of relief from the nostrils of his cute
button nose. The messy-haired lad then turned his head towards Bobby as if
he was expecting something more, and Bobby had to double check to make sure
that the scamp truly could not see anything from underneath his
blindfolds. Once he was certain, he leaned in closer and whispered once
more, "I'm going to take off your pants now, okay?"

He saw Mikey nod his head in an all too obvious excitement, before Bobby
leaned over to pull down the covers to reveal the lower parts of his
body. He noticed that Mikey was already sporting a tiny little erection on
the front of his pajama pants, though Bobby wasn't sure if that was because
of listening to the incessant moaning of his older brother getting porked
by his own father in the next room over or from the anticipation of a
complete stranger coming into his bedroom in the middle of the night to do
the same thing to him. What did become clear though was the cause of his
non-stop squirming and shallow breathing, and it was revealed to him when
Bobby pulled down Mikey's pajama pants all the way past his ankles and off
of his legs.

He had expected to see the cocktail wiener hard and quivering, its bulbous
pink knob twitching with every single breath Mikey took, and the boy's pair
of almost non-existent balls to be taut in their sacks and ready for what's
to come. What he did not expect was that below his ballsacks, right where
the entrance to his sweet little boypussy supposed to be, was a
half-inserted black spherical object with a ring pin attached to one end of
it. His experiences with the blonde sex fiend Gabe enabled him to identify
the object as an anal bead lodged into the depths of the auburn-haired
boy's rectum, and Bobby could feel his own cock throbbed as he imagined all
of the unspeakable things this not-so-innocent boy has been doing to get up
to this level of kink.

He leaned in close to kiss the child right above his tiny dickie, inhaling
his clean soapy aroma and causing Mikey to shudder with delight as Bobby's
hot breath makes contact with his bare skin. With each peck of Bobby's
puckered lips the child's hard peg throbbed with even greater
anticipation. While it tempted Bobby's evil bones to prolong the little
boy's torment and watched him writhe in desperation, he decided that he was
too horny to take that route as he open his mouth to swallow the rigid pink
flesh in one go.

"Mmph!" Mikey gave a stifled moan as he arched his back to push more of his
dickie into Bobby's warm mouth. Bobby was more than happy to oblige, and
very soon the lad was tossing his head from side to side as the young
fellator slurped on his hard peg and gobbled up his tiny little
nutsacks. Mikey gave a muffled groan as he shook and shuddered with each
thrust, desperate to seek the warmth of Bobby's mouth enveloping his
immature genitals.

Listening to the cute little bondage enthusiast's groans of pleasure slowly
became unbearable for Bobby, and he desperately craved release of his own
as he unzipped his pants and pulled out his hairless hardened boycock. He
wanted nothing more than to ravage Mikey's hole with the engorged fuckstick
he was busy stroking right this instant, but first he had to make doubly
sure that the lad could actually take it. Moving his right hand towards the
messy-haired boy's stuffed hole, he hooked a finger on the ring and pulled
in a slow and deliberate manner.

Mikey's back arched even higher as his anal muscles resisted Bobby's effort
to pull the sex toy out of his rectum. His puckered ass lips stretched in
an obscene manner as the slippery large plastic ball passed through his
sphincter with a tug of Bobby's finger. Eventually one bead popped out of
Mikey's hole as the little boy shuddered with delight, and Bobby continued
to slurp on his immature dickie as he worked on the next bead.

On and on the sweet torture went, with Mikey's muffled moans and gurgles
growing louder with each bead popped out of his cherry. Seven times the boy
lunged his hips up into Bobby's mouth to seek even more of the gooey warmth
of pleasure, and with the eighth and final bead popped completely out of
his hole, Mikey thrashed about wildly as if a large current of electricity
ran through his petite body. His cherubic face was flushed pink and his
messy auburn hair was now even messier, matted with dollops of sweat
breaking out on his furrowed brows.

Bobby halted his ministration of the twitching pickle to admire his
handiwork. The sight of the helpless small boy panting and heaving on a now
damp cartoon print bed sheets caused his own cock to throb even harder than
before,and Bobby decided to take things to their logical conclusion as he
pawed the child's still-quivering butthole. His nimble fingers found
Mikey's still-winking starfish, and without further ado he shoved no less
than three fingers into the boy's pooper in one smooth movement.

A normal child would've screamed bloody murder if his anus was invaded by
three long digits without warning like that, but fortunately the anal beads
have relaxed Mikey's hole enough to offer almost no resistance to the
probing fingers. The auburn child let out a long, drawn out moan of
pleasure while thrusting his hips upwards to demand the warmth of Bobby's
mouth once again. The older boy flashed a wicked grin and rewarded the
little one's eagerness by jabbing his fingers in and out of Mikey's hole
with rapid strokes as he once again popped the lad's cocktail wiener into
his mouth, encouraging the bound boy to intensify his hip thrusts into the
familiar warmth.

As Bobby bumped his nose repeatedly against the thrusting boy's hairless
loins, he knew that jerking himself off is not going to be enough
anymore. He wanted, no, needed to ravage this horny little devil's body,
and he needed to do so now. Bobby eased off the short shaft out of his
mouth and pulled his fingers out of the boy's hole in one simultaneous
motion, causing the bounded imp to gasp in surprise as he plopped down onto
the bed.

It was obvious from the way the half-undressed kid was squirming about that
he was not yet satisfied, and there was an evil kind of glee for Bobby in
watching the restless tyke groaned and twisted about in desperate sexual
frustration. However, just as his young charge craved sexual release so too
was the preteen cradle robber a slave to his own desires, and he unbuckled
his belt and stepped out of his jeans to stroke his hairless shaft with his
firm right hand. The delicious sight of the writhing lad before him made
his young cock drip with precum, and he knew he could not hold on any
longer as he seized Mikey by his hips, pulled him towards the edge of the
bed, bent the child's skinny legs over his head, and sank his throbbing
hard on into the puffy pink hole all in one go.

"MMMRPHM!!" the messy haired boy sputtered against his ball gag as his back
arched high from his bed. Bobby could feel that despite of the tight
initial resistance he had no problem sinking his fuckstick all the way to
the hilt, and the fact that it only took a couple of seconds for the little
boy to go from tense to completely relaxed told him that this was not the
little brat's first rodeo either. The thought of either one or both of the
other two members of this all-male, all-incentuous household who was loudly
fucking each other in the next room had lodged their dicks into this tight
warm cavity before brought tingles down his spine, and he wasted no time
adding his own dick onto the visitor's list as he took a firm grip of the
little boy's slim waist and made slow, deep-thrusts into his warm, moist
hole.

For the next few minutes the room was filled with the child's muffled
moans, Bobby's desperate pants, and skin slapping against bare skin as the
young buck plowed into the kid's upturned butt. The complimentary groans of
an older boy getting pounded and an adult man huffing and puffing from the
next room assuage any of his fears of being discovered as Bobby grew bolder
in pursuing his own climax with his young partner. Without stopping his
thrusts into the whining child's hole, he lifted his shirt over his head
and tossed it aside, relishing both the cool night air and the unbelievable
kinkiness of standing in only his socks and sneakers while fucking a little
kid on his own cartoon-print bed. He then bent over to inhale the sweet
mixture of soap and sweat, kissing and licking every inch of the boy's
smooth velvety skin as he pump even harder into Mikey's quivering hole.

If the boy was not driven into a frenzy before, he sure was now as Mikey
groaned and shuddered to each peck of Bobby's puckered lips. He would arch
his back each time Bobby suckled his pink jutting teats, and his hips would
quiver to each of the young colt's thrust as the tip of the bulbous glans
tickled that sweet spot where his immature prostate supposed to be. Copious
amount of drool started leaking out of the holes of the ball gag as Mikey
savored the older boy's dick plumbing his depths, and fearing that the boy
might choke on his own saliva, Bobby scooped Mikey up into his arms while
reaching back to undo the clasp that was keeping the ball gag secure in its
place.

Freed from his mouth restraints, Mikey began chanting a litany of "Oooh!"
and "Aaaah!" as Bobby continued to pump into his kiddie ass. The little
boy's vocal complaints didn't sound loud enough to interrupt the sound of
the rhythmic pounding of his father's cock slamming into his wailing older
brother's ass from the room across the hall, but he played it safe anyway
by clamping his mouth over Mikey's lips and probing his mouth with his
tongue. The sensation of snaking into the gaps between Mikey's row of small
baby teeth and slithering against the little one's own turned the older boy
on to no end and only served to encourage him to do even more depraved
things to the younger boy's little body.

He picked up Mikey to fuck him up the ass as he walked across the room,
bouncing the feather light kid against his cock with each step he took. He
stood in front of the dressing mirror, admiring how much of a turn on his
slightly-toned body contrasting with the babyish features of the small
child as he abused the boy's poor fanny as if he was furiously pumping his
cock into an oversized fleshlight. He laid the boy down on his chest on top
of a pile of plush toys piled up in the corner of his room, pounding on his
quivering bubble butt without mercy as the little kid sighed and drooled
liberally on a blue cartoon astronaut plushie.

On the floor, against the wall, and even over the desk, there was not a
single surface left in the room where Bobby had not left behind a mixture
of sweat, precum, and ass-juice stains where he had fucked the little boy
silly. The child in question even managed to snag the blue cartoon
astronaut from before, hugging it for comfort though mostly to muffle his
moans as Bobby brought him back to his bed to jackhammer his quivering
kiddie ass into oblivion. The innocent sight of a young boy hugging his
favorite plush toy tight contrasting with the not so innocent deeds they
were committing sent Bobby to the point of no return, and he hugged the
child tight to smoosh the stuffed toy between their gyrating bodies as he
gave three hard, deep thrusts before letting his cannon loose.

While he knew he wasn't unloading gallons upon gallons of man batter into
the boy's ass hole, it certainly didn't feel that way as he unleashed a
rapid salvo of his boy juices into the kid's rectum. Mikey cooed with
delight, and Bobby could feel the child's rectal muscles clenching and
unclenching on his shaft while his hard pickle twitched about like crazy
against Bobby's belly. The little boy had no doubt rode the pleasurable
highs of a satisfying dry kiddie cum, and there was a certain kind of pride
for Bobby that he was the one who gave it to him.

The two held each other tight before they relaxed enough for Bobby to
untangle the boy's legs which were previously locked tight across his
back. Climbing off the bed, he then stood panting right next to it like an
artist marveling his latest masterpiece. The auburn-haired sex puppy's body
was coated with a glistening coat of sweat and quivering with delight, his
once hard pickle now limp as a noodle as the child basked in the afterglow
of his very thorough buggering.

The way he was splayed across his damp bed sheets while hugging the plush
toy close to his chest was almost enough to tempt Bobby to have a second go
at the kid, but he decided against pushing his luck as he gathered his
clothes and got dressed as fast as he could. He spared a thought for the
naked little boy and tucked him in under the blankets to protect him from a
cold night sleeping in the buffs. Bobby paused for a second before he
gently ruffled the kid's soft, sweaty auburn mop for being a good sport
over the whole ordeal and quietly made his way out the door.

The way the older boy and the man were howling in chorus in the room
opposite Mikey's room assured him that they would be too preoccupied to
notice that anything had happened to the youngest of their brood. He felt a
tingle down his spine and under his nuts when he caught a glimpse of the
man seizing both of the older boy's legs and jackhammering into his own
son's upturned cum-soaked hole, but also knew that it's best not to
overstay his welcome as he hurried down the stairs and back towards the
door he came in from. The cool night air felt good on his sweat-covered
skin, and after making sure that his intrusion remained undetected by
locking the door back up, he strode back around the side of the house and
crossed the small front lawn before latching the gates shut once more.

Bobby took several steps away before stopping to look back at the darkened
house. From the outside it looked just like any other houses in the
neighborhood, yet within its walls were a father who loved to pummel his
grade school son's butthole with his cock and a little boy who was well on
his way to becoming a prolific bondage artist. It sounded like something
lifted straight from a bad erotica novel, if it wasn't for the fact that he
was there to witness, and get a taste of, it all firsthand.

He stood there staring at the second floor of the house for a good long
while, before he turned his gaze down towards the skeleton key gleaming in
the dim glow of the streetlights. He couldn't help but imagine which other
house's doors will this key open up, and just what kind of other acts of
depravity he would find inside. The thought of another young boy getting
his ass worked over by another male family member made his balls tingle
with excitement, and youthful hormones only worked to double his boldness
as he gripped the key tight before placing it in the pocket of his jeans.

The night was still young, after all, and there were still plenty of horny
little devils out there who could stand for a visit from the sandman.

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