Date: Mon, 5 Mar 2018 14:36:33 +0000 (UTC)
From: Tague Micheals <tag.michaels@yahoo.com>
Subject: Unlikely Muse VI

I need to point out an error. In an earlier chapter I stated that Archer
was 8 going on 9 years old which isn't correct and doesn't fit with my
timeline. Archer was 9 going on 10. Sorry if that fucks up your vision of
my adorable boy. Also, I changed Marco to Marc, again in keeping with
continuity of the story line and its supposed location. Get over it.

N-joi
Hugs,
Tag_m

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"Can I ask you a question Remy," Archer asked me. We were lying in bed at
home up with Archer cuddled up in the crook of my arm with his head resting
on the edge of my chest. My bent arm was idly playing with his hair,
teasing those big dark curls. I had just spent a good 40 minutes getting my
boy red hot before fucking him hard for the last 10 minutes. As always,
Archer screamed for more. The kid was a total wildcat in bed.

"Of course you can baby boy, always."

"Remember when we first decided that I was going to live here and you said
there were two real big rules, no stealing and no lying?"

"Uhuh," I said, not thinking much about the question.

"Does that mean you too?"

"Of course it does Archer." His fingers were playing with the nipple on the
other side of my chest just as idly as my fingers were playing in his hair.

"Well, how come you've been lying to me?" Note that there was no real
accusation here, no outrage, no inflection in his voice one way or the
other. He might just as well have been asking if I liked broccoli. Still, I
didn't think much about what he was asking.

"How is that Archer, that I've been lying to you I mean?"

"When I asked you what you did for work you said you had an investment
consulting business. For openers I never have seen you consulting with
anybody except maybe those business trips you take every couple of
months. But mostly it's because I don't think investment consultants always
carry guns and knives with them wherever they go or know to use them like
you do. And who the hell wears a boot with a spring loaded blade in the
tip?"

"I don't think investment consultants know all the self-defense stuff that
you do. The really big thing is that I don't think they scan their
surroundings for threats every time they step outside like you do,
especially on their own private fenced property. And actually, you do it
constantly when we're away from the house too. Remember, I'm street, so I
know darn well that's what you're doing. And let's face it Remy, Pierre is
more like a body guard than a houseman and just happens to be armed
whenever he steps out of the house. I know you're wealthy and stuff but,
come on now.

"I pretty much figured it all out the first week, starting with the way you
handled a knife and those goons that tried to snatch me but especially
after you backed down the Hawker. Fuck, except for his pissy assed whining
and empty threats, he didn't even try to stand up to you which means you
got to be a bad ass. In my experience that all adds up to you being a
professional, although I don't know what. But I just wanted to watch and
wait, ya know. I mean, I'm okay with you not being 100% honest with me Remy
`cuz I figure you got your reasons. Besides, I love you so, it's
okay. Still, I think it would be nice if you would trust me."

That last statement pretty much broke my heart.

STOP! Once again, I'm getting ahead of myself so, back to the resort. We'd
been invited to a party, specifically a boy sex party if I understood the
situation correctly. Furthermore, a teenage boy had supposedly declared
that he wanted me to fuck him and apparently my young lover had no problem
with that.

"Did Marc say when he gets off work Esme," I asked the boy. "I'm not
particularly interested in waiting around all night."  We were standing in
the large open hotel lobby outside the restaurant.

"He said he was going go home sick so should be coming out soon," We talked
for a short bit then Esme's got a huge grin on his smooth face. "There he
is now." I turned to see the boy coming toward us. We moved as a group to a
more private area of the lobby that was also completely out of view of the
restaurant.

"So," Marc said, "My friend Andres lives close by and on weekend nights he
has a bunch of boys come over and they have sex all night long. His mom is
gone on the weekends but she knows what he does and is okay with it because
she knows he's at home and not running the streets. They don't use drugs
but sometimes they have some wine but they don't get drunk, that is
definitely against the rules, and they don't tear the place up. The boys
are as young as 10 and I'm the oldest at 15. Andres is a year younger than
me and there are usually 3 or 4 other sperming boys there that are all 14
and under. Most of the boys are downright cuties, they all love sex,
they're all down for being fucked. I know Andres will love to have you
there, all the boys will `specially if you got a big dick. And I would damn
sure want you to fuck me and I'm sure Andres would as well."

"Oh he does have a big dick," Archer confirmed. Esme muttered an
"amen". When I asked if there would be other adults there Marc shook his
head. "There are never any adults there but some of the boys have talked
about it, so you'll be perfect. Actually, before I even told my boss I was
leaving I phoned Andres and he said that would be great but he wants to
meet you first, just to be on the safe side." I nodded my head.

Like always, my eyes were in constant motion, checking my surroundings, and
what I saw were parents and kids and plenty of kids without parents, the
resort being a very safe place. In looking around I saw a boy looking at
our group while trying not to look at us and slowly making his way toward
us in a round-about way. I was fairly sure that it was Andres. I didn't
give any indication that I'd spotted him but did watch him in my peripheral
vision, which by necessity, is very good.

The kid was gorgeous in an emo sort of way, starting at his head. His dark
hair was cut short, above the ear on the left side and at temple line went
immediately longer. It was brushed to the right and hung down past the high
point of his right cheek and his right ear and in fact would go past the
tip of his nose. The line on that long side wasn't a straight blunt cut
however, but very raggedy and shaggy, purposely uneven.

"Hey Jean-Marc," he called out from 10 feet away so we all turned in that
direction. Note that Jean is pronounce like the second part of Dijon. The
boy said hey again in response. His voice had gotten past the high pitch of
puberty but was still a ways from the deeper register of a teenage boy and
even at that had a very slight effeminate tone to it. Up close I saw
amazing eyes, or actually one eye since the other was hidden behind the
hair. They weren't large, as in orbital size but it his eyeballs were,
dominating the whites of his eyes. Their color was a true hazel green which
leaned more to the green side of the spectrum which made them compelling to
look at. Above them were thick brows that seemed almost perfect in their
formation, most likely groomed that way.

His skin wasn't pale nor was it dark and tanned. His nose was narrow but
got wider at the bulb, his nostrils definitely pointed downward, and
brought attention to a perfect cupid's bow and amazingly rose pink and
kissable lips. As I said, his cheekbones were high, his skin flawless
except for a small beauty mole straight down from the outer edge of his
left nostril, half way between the nostril and his lip line.

The boys' 5'7" slender frame was clad in black, from sneakers to a logo
free t-shirt, his denim jeans shredded in the thigh and knees in keeping
with that style. Both wrists had a half dozen or more string ties and a
colored rubber wrist band or two and on the left side a beaded rainbow
bracelet. As I said, he was gorgeous.

"Hey Andres, Marc said by way of greeting then the two boys kissed lightly
on the mouth. "Do you remember Esme from a few weeks ago?" Andres nodded
his head and smiled.

"I never forget a cute boy" Andres replied, the effeminacy of his voice
more pronounced but without being annoying. He kissed Esme lightly on the
mouth as well.

"This is Remy," Marc said, and I would swear that Andres look was
appraising me from toe to head. His hand shake was soft and light, simply
completing a formality.

"And Archer," our teen guest said.

"Oh God aren't you just an adorable thing," Andres said, "I want to pick
you up and cuddle you." As they shook hands Archer said,

"I'm okay with that Andres, I love cuddling." Everybody laughed then Archer
emphasized his statement by his snuggling up to me in a proprietorial
fashion. The hot teen then looked me up and down again then said,

"That is certainly understandable; I would be too." Quite the flirty boy.

"So," Andres said to me, drawing the word out, "You are interested in
playing with a bunch of boys?" He had a bit of a cocky attitude about it,
as if challenging me, but it was only play and I knew that.

"Absolutely," I replied. I nodded at Archer and Esme, "these two can vouch
for that."

"Oh fuck yes," Esme said with a grin. He then related to Andres what had
taken place earlier in our hotel room, explaining the double fuck situation
we'd been in."

"Wow that sounds hot as fuck," Andres said, "I might want to give that a
go. And Jean-Marc said you have a large cock." It was a statement but
clearly a question as well. "I don't get large cocks that often," the boy
looked at Marc and said, "no offense."

"I'll show you mine if you'll show me yours," I answered without missing a
beat.

"I assume you have a room here," he said, "perhaps we can do a little show
and tell before I make a decision. I'm sorry if that sounds elusive but
I've never invited an adult to my house so..." he let the sentence trail
off.

"Follow me," I responded. The ride in the elevator was quick but quiet. In
my room everyone seemed to gather in a circle and begin to undo their
pants. Marc was hung much like Esme, maybe a tad larger, but Andres verged
on spectacular. The hose between his legs hung at least 7 inches, equal to
if not slightly larger than me and it was fat. His balls were quite large
and hung quite low and since there wasn't a hair in sight it made
everything seem larger. His foreskin completely covered the head, which
itself looked the size of a baby's closed fist. The boy wrapped his fingers
around his cock and skinned the fleshy hat back and forth a few times as he
commented on my cock.

"That is a very nice cock Remy. I think it would please my pussy quite a
bit, that is if you don't mind fucking an older boy."

"I don't mind at all and hopefully you'd return the favor. You're sporting
a cock that could make my ass very happy too," I said. Andres said he would
consider that. He stated that he didn't top very often, preferring to get
fucked than to fuck but he might make an exception in my case. That said we
all buttoned up and headed back out, but not before Andres declared that he
would love to have us join his little sex fest.

As we traipsed our way to Andres'' house we did a little more "get to know
you" stuff. Marc explained to me that Andres was the only one that called
him by his full first name and Andres explained the weekend night
gatherings as his house. Apparently, there were a group of about 2 dozen
boys that participated although never all at the same time. The youngest
was a 10 year old, which caused our host to comment that Archer would then
be the youngest boy there. Marc was pretty much the oldest boy and the
general age of attendees was 11-14, at least 4 of the boys tonight would be
hairless.

"Most of us love playing with smooth hairless boys," Andres said. I told
him that I hadn't done much playing with hairless boys until Archer came
along, having preferred sperming boys but that my hot young lover allowed
me to gain a full appreciation younger boys.

"Sperm isn't everything," Archer added to the conversation.

Andres explained further that there were very few restrictions with the
group although there was no smoking and no drug use allowed. Sometimes
Andres had a bottle of wine but even then drinks were limited. All the boys
were open to fucking or getting fucked, plenty of them loved doing pissing
games. Everybody loved to make out and kiss too so overall it would pretty
much be everything goes. Andres asked me if there were any restrictions on
my part and I shook my head.

"Archer and I have been lovers for a few months now and run the gamut of
sexual exploration," I exclaimed then Archer jumped in.

"I do like pain stuff sometimes," he said. "Usually though it's when we're
doing pretend stuff, role playing I think it's called, but even in regular
sex, sometimes I like my balls pulled on hard or squeezed. Spanking is fun
too and Remy is very good at it and really understands the limitations and
stuff."

"Ooohhh," Andres said, "that sounds very interesting. I've never done that,
getting spanked I mean. I might like to try that Remy, if you don't mind."
To Archer he asked, "Does it make you real hard when he does that?" Archer
nodded his head and explained.

"Often when we do that the cums I have seem to be much more powerful. Once
Remy had to beat me for real because I broke a serious house rule. That
time it wasn't for play and it hurt me and I was very angry and threatened
to kill him when I got loose, which I would never do. Anyway, the beating
turned from pain to pleasure, even though it still hurt a lot, and I begged
him to hurt me more. I finally make him fuck me without any lube or any
preparation or anything and I made him just shove his big cock into me all
the way. When I cummed it almost blew my head off it was so intense. Even
though he has never beat me again, sometimes I like him to get very rough
with me."

Andres said that was even more incentive for him to try it and I agreed to
be of service if he so chose to go down that road. As we walked, Marc told
Archer and me more about his life which on the balance of things was pretty
normal and basic, except for the sex stuff. He shared that he first had sex
when he was 10 and had loved it ever since. He and Andres had known each
other for 3 or 4 years and were very close friends.

Archer asked me if he could tell them his story and when I nodded my head
he explained his homelessness, his supposed mother dying and him being
alone on the streets of Paris for 3 years. He talked about his exploitation
by men but chose to leave out the killings and other brutalities that he'd
been exposed to. He told them how I'd rescued him from some bad guys and
how we became lovers and I eventually adopted him and now he was my son. I
swear that Andres got tears in his eyes on hearing the story and he had to
stop and hug Archer and thank him for sharing that story.

"You're a very lucky boy Archer," the teen said.

"And I'm a very lucky man," I added, and Archer just hugged onto me while
Andres nodded his head in agreement.

We made it to Andres' house about 15 minutes later and went through a
locked wrought iron gate and into the yard. It was a very nice
Mediterranean style home and just as the 8 foot high wall was that
surrounded the one acre lot, the adobe was whitewashed although it had the
slightest hint of lavender to it. The front of the house was a covered
lanai, and the front of that was typically arched between the support
posts, all of which were adobe as well. I knew that it couldn't have been
cheap, being as close as it was to the beach, which caused me to wonder
just what the boys' mother did for a living. I guessed that whatever it
was, it probably wasn't legal.

As we walked up the gently curving 6 foot wide brick walkway I noticed the
gardens, and trees. The latter were quite a variety of palms, some Avocado,
Loquat and orange trees and I further noticed how well tended everything
was, probably done professionally. I also noted security cameras at both
corners of the house and glancing around noticed at least 2 other cameras
that weren't at all as obvious as the first two. At the front door Andres
used a fingerprint reader that slid open a small metal door that was flush
to the wall. That in turn allowed access to a key pad and after a
complicated set of numbers a loud click indicated that the front door was
unlocked. Pretty sophisticated system that made me wonder again just what
Andres' mother did. We stepped into the marble floored foyer, which segued
into other rooms or hallways through large arched doorways and followed
Andres into what would turn out to be an amazing home.

The large, high ceilinged living room was essentially white. White leather
furniture, white marble floor with large white fluffy area rugs, glass
topped tables in white. Table and floor lamps were also white. The wall
behind a huge sectional sofa was dominated by an incredible impressionistic
style painting that had to measure 6 feet wide and at least 8 feet tall and
was unframed. Done in swirling brush strokes, the predominant color was
variations of orange but also contained tans browns and reds and to a
lesser degree pale yellows. On closer inspection it would best be described
as a horse in a violent desert sandstorm. You see the horse from front on
and close up, the terror on its face very evident and the knee of one leg
high as it runs away from a huge sun and swirling sand that looms behind
and above it.

"That is a most incredible painting," I said, and Andres said it was
painted by an uncle of his that he'd never met. Glancing around the room I
saw a variety of accent pieces such as vases or bowls and such. Most were
of a smaller variety no more than 6 inches high but just inside and bracing
the doorway we'd come through were a pair of 5 foot tall floor vases. All
these items were done in various shades periwinkle, a perfect compliment to
the orange hues of the painting. There were no photographs or books except
for a large coffee table hardbound titled Picasso.

The room looked out onto a patio, decent sized swimming pool of a
non-traditional design, lush lawn and gardens and once again, plenty of
tall foliage. Along the entire back wall were heliconia and ginger plants
fronted by multi-colored birds of paradise and protea. An arched doorway on
the right led to a gourmet kitchen and informal dining area that looked out
onto the back yard. A formal dining room abutted the kitchen and was
situated toward the front of the house.

We exited onto the lanai which, like the front of the house, was
covered. Light colored rattan outdoor furniture with a floral print was
placed tastefully around the 15 feet deep lanai and off to one side close
to the kitchen entrance and also under cover, was a built in barbecue, sink
and small reefer. On the other end, the house angled outward, its entire
wall also made up of glass with gauzy white curtains to block the view and
the sun.

The pool had more gently curving lines to it than straight ones. At one end
a large jacuzzi was situated in the curve of the pool. Water entered the
pool from a half dozen square raised troughs.  Closer to the pool and out
in the open were plenty of chaise lounges and other pool-side
furniture. There was also a pool house that looked like it would go easily
700 square feet. The entire back yard was blocked from view by outsiders
thanks to the wall, the trees and the fact that surrounding homes were also
single story.

"That's the playroom," Andres said as we walked toward the pool house. Like
the house, the front of the pool house was mostly glass with the gauzy
white curtains offering privacy. "Being out here means we don't have boys
running wild all over the house, spilling shit and stuff like that." He
opened one of the floor to ceiling glass doors and we went in. The large
room had some furniture, a sofa, couple of arm chairs and some table but it
was definitely durable outside furniture. There was also an entertainment
unit that housed a 60 inch TV screen. Leaning against a bare wall on their
edges appeared to be king sized mattresses which Andres confirmed a scant
moment later.

"Help me get the mattresses down please." It took a couple of minutes, but
we got not two, but the three of them on the floor, two side by side and
the third one perpendicular to them at one end. As soon as that was done
Marc pulled open a pair of louvred folding doors to reveal a side by side
washer and dryer upon which were sheets, folded and stacked. He also pulled
one from the dryer. As we got them on the mattresses Andres said,

"We have our own bathroom and multi-head shower out here and as you can
see, a fridge, microwave and sink. We have easy access to the pool. All the
boys come and go through a back gate which is on the other side of the pool
house and they bring their own towels, snacks and whatever they want to
drink. It's a pretty sweet situation." The kid wasn't lying, it was almost
perfect. A light tinkling sound came from somewhere and Andres quickly
grabbed a remote off the counter and clicked it.

"The boys are arriving. Don't be too surprised if some of them come through
the door already naked."  A moment later that prediction came true as three
boys came in and the one that appeared to be the youngest was stark
naked. A cute little blonde boy he looked to be maybe 11 years old and
stopped dead when he saw a fully dressed adult male present.

"It's cool Gage," Andres said, "don't get your knickers in a twist, not
that you're wearing any." With the exception of his light blonde hair the
boy didn't appear to have a hair anywhere and he was nicely endowed for a
preteen on the edge of becoming a teen. The two boys with him looked to be
12 or 13, one a brown haired boy and the other a brown skinned Asian boy
with pitch black hair.

"Guys this is Remy and his lover Archer," Andres said. "They're going to be
our guests tonight. Do you guys know Esme?"

"Hey Esme," the Asian boy said with a slight wave and Esme responded with a
hey David.

"This is Gage," he said pointing to the naked blonde, "and Maxime,"
pointing to the brown haired boy. Maxime looked older than David and was
quite a cutie as well, while David was cute enough he couldn't be called
beautiful.

"You gonna play with us," Gage asked, his voice much like Archers', high
pitched and somewhat melodic. I nodded my head and he pulled his right arm
back in a typical fist pump and said, "Yessss. I get to be first."

"Oooh no sweet boy," Andres said with a chuckle and wag of a finger,
"you're gonna have to get in line," to which the boy said, "well fuck." A
moment later 3 more boys came through the door, two of them obviously
brothers roughly10 & 14 years old if I had to guess. The 3rd boy looked to
be in the 12-13 year old bracket. All three were some variation of blonde,
the youngest more so than his brother who was dark blonde verging on light
brown. As the boys came in they put food and drinks in the fridge or on
counters, their sports bags if they had one, off to the side along with
their towel.

A moment later we were introduced to brothers Kagan, the oldest, and Dakota
as well as Luc who was quite the cutie with longer blonde skater hair. His
hair wasn't as blonde as Gage's but was the longest overall of the boy
pack, reaching his jaw line on the sides, and the bottom of his nose in the
bangs. Parted just off center, albeit haphazardly, it allowed his pretty
blue eyes to shine. At 13 years old, Luc wasn't a big boy, larger in
stature than Gage and Dakota but not by much.

Kagan was just a little stand offish, wanting to know what the deal was
with having an adult present. Andres explained that Esme had found me &
Archer then introduced us to Marc and after meeting Archer and me he had
invited us to join the party, ending his statement with,

"He's got a dick that rivals mine, trust me you'll be just fine. Besides,
we've been talking about having an adult join us and Remy is a perfect
fit. Besides he brought a cute as fuck boy with him." Kagan nodded, said he
was cool and shook my hand. Andres suggested that we strip down and hit the
pool for a bit and nobody could argue with that.  Despite it pushing 7pm it
was still in the low 80's. As Archer and I undressed I whispered to him and
asked if he was going to be okay with whatever went down and my boy
grinned.

"Of course I am Remy. At the end of the day I'm the one that goes home with
you." I kissed him and told him I loved him. Once naked everybody took a
moment to check everyone else out. Andres and I still sported the biggest
cocks while the 13 & 14 year old's were pretty much even, with Kagan
leading the pack. Young David was hung pretty nicely for a 12 year old
Asian boy. Luc didn't have much more moss on his dick than David did but
equaled the boy in size. Dakota was as hairless, as was Gage, larger in the
cock department and both younglings had balls that had started to
drop. Spending time with them would be fun.

As we headed outside two more boys came around the corner of the pool
house, saw us and me specifically and stopped dead in their tracks. Both
were dark haired, although stark naked and carrying sports bags and a towel
over their shoulders. Andres introduced Zaran, an 11 year old with longer
hair that was mostly black but shot through with light shades of dark
brown. It had a lot of body to it and given another couple inches would
likely turn into big loose curls not unlike Archer's. It covered his ears,
would hit a t-shirt collar if he had one on, and also covered what I would
later learn were his thick eyebrows. It highlighted amazing green eyes,
more so even than Andres. The boy was fairly pale and had a fair amount of
freckles spreading across his narrow nose and just onto the inner part of
his cheeks. He was adorable.

The second boy, Cyan, like the pepper looked to be 10 year old, possibly
11, and like all the boys was slender. His hair was a tan color about the
same length as Zaran's hair but without the degree of body of the other
boy, but certainly not stick straight either. Cyan's skin tone was pale but
not white, his large eyes brown, his nose slender and his lips full,
pink-ish and quite kissable.

Both boys were nicely cocked although I would learn later that Zaran went
over 5 inches when fully hard. Both boys' balls were dropped and hanging
and neither boy had a single hair below their neck line. Cyan was cute as
the dickens as well and I had my first thought about the possibility of
purchasing a home down there. As everybody moved outside toward the pool I
admired the collection of boy butts, all nicely formed and immanently worth
my time. Archer had been braced by Luc and Gage, the 3 of them began
chatting like old friends. Andres stopped me and moved into my arms.

"You know I want you first, right," then he kissed me on the mouth and it
wasn't a quick hello kiss. "Is Archer going to be okay with that?" My arms
were around the hot teen and slipped down to his butt.

"He'll be fine," I responded then kissed the boy back. That said we joined
the rest of the crew who were already in the pool and frolicking about like
boys do. We all tossed a ball about, played some games of chicken fight,
the smaller boys riding on the shoulders of the bigger guys. It was great
fun and of course I got groped when we got tumbled over into the water. I
assume I wasn't the only one getting groped. I hadn't played the game in a
couple dozen years and it was fun having a boy on my shoulders like that,
and a naked boy to boot. We played for a good 30 minutes before some of the
younglings decided it was time to go inside.

"I'm getting the itch," Gage finally said and was quickly seconded by David
and then Dakota.

"What do you mean," Archer asked. Gage stood up and showed us his cock
which was half way to full on hard. David did the same and he too was well
on his way in his rise to glory and as I had surmised, he was going to be
large for a hairless boy.

"That's fuckin funny," Archer said, "I'm gonna have to use that on Remy."
We all climbed out of the pool and began brushing as much water off our
skin as possible so as not to drag it into the playroom, even though the
floor was tiled. Inside, everybody grabbed their towels and Andres said
he'd get us a couple of them from the bathroom, which he did. When everyone
was suitably dried off they tossed their towels into the dryer and Marc
went to a cupboard and pulled out 3 bottles of lube and a half dozen
raggedy old hand towels which I presumed to be cum rags and dropped them on
the floor on different sides of the mattresses. I got dried off, as did
Archer and the boys all flopped onto the mattresses and began playing with
whoever was closest to him.

Again, Archer and Gage seemed to connect and the two began making out,
kissing deeply and I have to say that it was hot as fuck seeing Archer
being sexy with another little boy. Kegan was right there with them,
adjusting the boys' bodies, getting them apart enough to get at their
boners. And then his mouth went to work.

"Come on little boy," Andres said, taking my hand, and led me to the
playground where we lay down and began doing what everybody else was
doing. Andres was an incredibly passionate kisser, going straight to wide
open mouth, tongue stuffing kissing. He had both hands on my head, his
finger gripping what hair he could since it was so short. I slipped a hand
between us and found his cock stiffening rapidly from the excitement and
wrapped my fingers around it. He was a very healthy boy indeed.

"I gotta suck your cock Remy," Andres finally said, pulling away from me
and breathing deeply. He rolled me onto my back and took hold of my
cock. "Goddamn I can hardly wait to get this in my pussy," he said then
lowered his head and began the process. I glanced around to see what was
going on, which was actually quite a bit.

Archer was on his hands and knees with his face buried in Kenan's crotch
while Gage was behind my young lover with his face buried in Archer's ass
and licking at whatever he found for all he was worth. Farther over I
watched as the entire group was clustered together in a mass of arms, legs,
mouths and cocks. Everybody was doing something to someone and nobody was
talking but there was plenty of moaning, groaning and some mumbled cursing
as intense feelings ripped through the boys' bodies. I watched as hands and
mouths left what they were doing, found another and went back to work. The
feeling of Andre's face against my pubic hair brought my attention back.

I watched the boy bring his head up then lower it completely, taking my
entire cock into his mouth and down his throat causing me to gasp. It had
been quite some time since anybody had been able to do that to me. He had
moved to his knees between my legs in order to accomplish the deed and did
he ever. The kid knew how to suck cock. He moved back up and held on to me
mid cock and began working just the swollen head. He had kept my foreskin
retracted in order to accomplish the job and once again did a credible job.

Cyan moved from the boy cluster to where we were lying and got behind
Andres, the younger boys' cock at full stand. God what a little hottie he
was. He gently touched Andre's butt, letting the teen know he was there,
then rubbed downward. From my position it seemed as if he stayed in the
crack and when Andres grunted I knew that the little boy had rubbed across
the teenager's hole or was playing with his balls. Maybe he was doing both,
I had no idea.  His arm moved and then I knew that he was fondling Andre's
heavy sac of balls which caused the teen to moan some more.

"Go ahead and lick me Cyan," Andres said, his voice husky from lust, then
went back to sucking my cock. Cyan did as requested and a moment later all
I could see was the top of his head as he began rimming Andres'
hole. Behind him I watched Marc rubbing lube in David's asshole and then on
his 6 plus inches of stone hard boy boner. The Asian boy was on his hands
and knees with his face on the mattress and his tender little ass in the
air just waiting to be pummeled.

"Let the fucking begin," I thought to myself.

"Would you fuck me Archer," Gage asked my hot young lover. Archer had
gotten his cock into my ass a few times but the boy really preferred it the
other way around.

"I'm made to be fucked Remy," he told me one night as we lay cuddling after
an enthusiastic session of hide the weenie. "Maybe when I get older and
have more cock to work with it'll be different but for now I prefer to have
a cock in my butt hole."

I will say that by the time Archer was 13 year old he was sporting easily
6½ thick inches of cock and by 14½ years old he was pushing 8 inches
and would be able to fuck me silly. Archer would fuck me if I asked and he
would do it gladly, but he would still prefer to be a bottom.

"Sure Gage, I'll fuck you," Archer said agreeably. "Maybe Kegan could fuck
me while I fuck you Gage," Archer said.

"That's good too but I want a good fucking out of you before he puts his
dick in your ass." Archer laughed and said he promised. Farther over Maxime
Luc and Dakota had gotten together and the two older boys were working the
little boy like a Rubic cube. Dakota and Luc were kissing like crazy while
Maxime was sucking Dakota's cock.

Farther over I saw that Esme and Zaran had hooked up. The older boy was
taking the lead it seemed and had the younger boy on his back, Zaran's arms
between his legs then hooked behind his knees. The position opened the boy
up like a steamed clam but also raised his asshole up into a much more
accessible position and believe me, Esme was accessing it to the
fullest. Because of the position Esme didn't need to use his fingers to
peel Zaran open; the boy was as opened up as one could get. On his knees,
Esme simply placed his palms on the mattress for stability and put his face
up against Zaran's hole and began licking the boy.

"Oh Jesus Esme, lick my hole, lick my hole. Fuck I love my butt hole being
licked on, god, oh god." I swear the kid was whimpering and just hearing
that raised my heat level.

"I'm gonna move Cyan," Andres said after letting go of my cock. He then
moved up over my body, straddling me, and planted his mouth against mine
for more heavy duty kissing. After he broke it off he said, "Wanna suck on
my cock a little bit while Cyan works my pussy with his fingers?"

"Sounds good," I responded. Andres moved from above my body and asked Cyan
if he'd participate to which the youngling grinned big time and nodded his
pretty little head. As I started to turn my head I heard David yelp a
little.

"Hold up a second Marc," the boy said and I turned to see the teen sort of
squatting above the boy with the end of his cock stuck in David's asshole,
Marc's heavy balls hanging in the air above his own puckered
hole. Interesting position I thought.

Gage was on his back and Kegan was straddling the boys' chest and holding
Gage's legs open as Archer got into position, holding his own boner down
and aimed at the darling cute boys' hole. I watched Gage reach up and begin
playing with Kegan's balls while he waited to get Archer's boner in his
butt.

"How about if I straddle your face and fuck your mouth Remy," Andres
asked. I figure that was as good a way as any to get the boys cock down my
throat and told him to go ahead. Watching that big thick teen cock coming
toward me caused my heart to skip a beat. It had been a long time since I'd
gotten a sausage that big. I wasn't all that invested in cock size, it
really was about the cocks' owner whoever that might be. But still, it's
nice to have a mouth full once in a while and it had been a while.

As he closed in on me I reached up and pulled his boner downward. I admired
the girth of the thing, the end of it almost bright red from trapped
blood. It had been some years since I'd been that engorged, a side effect
of age. I skinned his foreskin back and ogled the head which I believe I
said looked like a baby's closed fist. I wasn't wrong about that. His piss
slit was large as well and I could only imagine the thick stream that would
roar out of it when the boy had a full bladder. In any case his cock was
hard, warm and juicy having leaked some gooey precum. I began by cleaning
him off with my tongue.

"Go ahead and play with my hole and finger fuck me Cyan," Andres told the
boy. I could turn my head a little and when I did, I saw that Archer had
gotten inside of Gage and was fucking the adorable young boy. He'd leaned
forward and put his hands on the bed so I could actually see his cock in
the blonde hottie's hot hole. My boy was giving a good accounting of
himself too.

This was turning into one hell of a fucking party.


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