Date: Wed, 11 May 2016 13:35:02 +0000 From: Danny Ocean Subject: TASTE-T-BOY TASTE-T-BOY by Danny Ocean Please do not read if it is illegal in your country. Feedback is encouraged. Please e-mail me at dannyoceandocean20@hotmail.com I went to work driving an ice cream truck for the Taste-T-Boy company after losing my computer analyst job and enduring my mother's constant prodding to take "any job." So, it was with much embarrassment and total self-loathing that I got behind the wheel and proceeded to drive through strange neighborhoods selling low quality ice cream products to the common rabble. I didn't have to ring any bells as I drove. The annoying musical jingle on a continuous tape played constantly announcing my arrival. It was just one more thing that added to my stress. Did I also mention that I had to wear a paper hat? Mothers and children alike would scream......no, shriek for me to stop. Plus, I didn't have to exit the vehicle. I walked from my seat to the covered cab area to dispense the soft confection into cake cones through the window. I'd hand out the product, collect the money, make change, thank the customers, get back into the drivers seat and drive away. Repeat and repeat. After the sun went down, I noticed a distinctive change in the demeanor of the customers. Gone were the joyous toddlers and gabby mothers only to be replaced by smart-alecky adolescents and vulgar teenagers. They seemed to think that our business transaction should include giving me a hard time. The insults flew thick and fast, usually proceeded by the words "hey faggot." I had just handed out cones to a group of seven boys with ages ranging from eleven to fifteen. I was ready to pull my torso in from the serving window when one of the more attractive little jokesters decided to have a little fun with me. "Hey, faggot. Did you hear about this new popsicle?" he asked with a ring of vanilla cream around his lips. "What new popsicle?" I asked. "Well, it's real stiff and after sucking on it real hard it shoots cream into your mouth." As my face turned beet red all the boys were wracked with laughter. They laughed so hard that some of them dropped their ice cream in the dirt. "Look how red his face is," my tormentor said. "I'll bet he's got a boner, too. Holy shit. He DOES have a boner. Look!!!" Like an idiot, I actually glanced down at my crotch which brought another round of raucous laughter. I must admit that the comic ringleader was kind of cute, especially when he would suck the tip of his cone. In fact, all of them were quite attractive. "Hey, tasty boy," my tormentor began again. "There's one kid here who really wants to meet you. C'mere, Timmy," he said as a lovely little thing nervously stepped into the light. "Timmy here is the only member of our gang that's never had a blowjob. Would you like to do the honors?" Now I was rock hard in my pants. "I think I'd better get back to work." "Stop right there, faggot," said my tormentor who's name turned out to be Richie. "Either you suck his dick or we call the cops. AND...we all get to watch." Then Timmy shyly said, "Will you please, mister? Can I be your tasty boy tonight? I really want to get my first blowjob." I slowly turned off the truck engine and the inside light. Then I stepped out of the truck and joined the boys. The only light now was a dim shaft from the street lamp. They had all finished their ice cream and some of them actually had their hands in their shorts. Richie said, "Lift him up and kiss him, faggot." If I hadn't seen Timmy's pleading expression, I would have left, but the young lad was so cute and shy. I bent down and lifted him off the ground. He put his thin arms around my neck and socked his lips against mine. While we kissed I heard Richie say, "Wow, look at his pants. He is REALLY HARD!!!" Still kissing, I carried Timmy over to the truck and sat him down on the hood. We broke the kiss and I proceeded to pull his pants down followed by his Underoos. His sweet little three inch dick pointed up at me. "Ohhhh," he cooed. "Feels so good." "I haven't even started sucking you yet." I grabbed him under his knees to make sure he didn't slip off the hood and engulfed his cock and balls into my mouth. I could hear the other boys slowly walking forward to get a better look. They whispered all sorts of comments. I released Timmy's genitals and looked back at the boys as every one of them were masturbating. I resumed my task and was rewarded with little grunts and groans from Timmy. Suddenly, Richie proclaimed. "I just gotta see what his cock looks like." I felt his hands opening my belt, then my zipper. My pants and boxers fell to the ground after which I felt a soft hand on my straining dick. "This guy his huge," said Richie. "Feels so good in my hands. If you squeeze it real hard, you can feel it throb." Then I felt a small hot tongue swirling around my head. Then I felt Richie take three inches of my dick in his mouth. Damn, I was in heaven. Getting my dick sucked by a cute teen while I sucked a little boys cock. It got even better when Richie started playing with my balls. Richie pulled his mouth off of me with a loud pop. "Somebody lick his asshole." Just when I thought things couldn't get any better I felt my ass cheeks being pulled apart and a small hot tongue licking my hole. Shit, I wasn't going to last too much longer. Timmy squeals started to get louder and more frequent. As I continued to suck his little dick he knocked off my paper hat and tangled his fingers in my hair, pulling me against his body. Meanwhile Richie was sucking my cock like a champ. Right before reaching orgasm I decided not to warn him. I grunted loudly into Timmy's crotch at my cum exploded into his mouth. I reveled in the snorting and gagging sounds he made. "Oh, Mister, I'm cumming!!!" Timmy screamed as I felt his little penis twitching and throbbing in my mouth. When it was over, I gently set Timmy down on the ground and he pulled up his pants. Some of the other boys had ejaculated also. Richie was wiping his mouth off. "Wow, man. That was a big load. I never sucked off a man before." "Well, I'd better get back to work," I said getting into the truck. I started the engine and saw Richie with his arm around Timmy's shoulder. Everyone was waving at me. "See you tomorrow night, Tasty Man," said Richie. They all laughed as I drove off. When I arrived home hours later, my mother met me at the door. "How was your first night, son?" "Mom, I think I found my true calling."