Date: Wed, 6 Feb 2019 15:39:09 +0000 (UTC) From: Julian Otero Subject: What I liked about Fucking Darby part 3 Please contribute to nifty to keep us all enjoying this great site. What I liked about Fucking Darby part 3 I invited Glenn that night so I could get his advice. He and I had been fucking since freshman year college. He was sensible and always had good advice. "Darby, huh? That's a nice name but...only twelve years old? That's a big risk...but since he wants money he'll probably keep his mouth shut. Problem is his brother...older...have you meet him? That could be trouble." Since I was already paying for sex with the younger one we agreed I should invite the older kid over and see how that goes. Of course I'd have to pay him too, but if Justin was as sexy as his kid brother it was money well spent. And if it all worked out Glenn definitely wanted to be part of it. As the years passed, he said he'd developed an eye for youngsters and had been jerking off with a desire to fuck one. You can be close friend with someone for a long time and think you know all about them. His confession delighted me for now I was to have company in my putting my dick up the ass of kid boys. Money lubricated the way. So Darby became quite a little horn dog for my mouth and my tongue. As reliable as the daily newspaper he derived, each time he and it arrived down would go his jeans, and out would come my tongue, followed by my wallet. Unlike those first nervous times, the routine into which we settled now allowed us both the relax . He undressed completely now so before sucking the boy's cock or licking that fine ass I took time to appreciate Darby's silky smooth thighs, took time to appreciate the tender space between the boy's asshole and hairless balls, the perineum. I loved kissing and smelling that part always. His hands were more delicate than you would first suppose as were his full lips, though he absolutely refused to kiss. Ok, I could live with that: there was so much else he allowed me to kiss. When a number of weeks passed and our comfort with each other grew I brought his asshole up for discussion. "Darby, dudechick, you like my tongue in there so much why not try my cock?" He looked at me with a quizzical eye. "You know, I was 13 my first time...It took a little time to get used to, but I really love it now. My friend Glenn fucks me and I fuck him. Boys do it all the time." "Yeah I know they do...I think my brother does..." "Well, think about it." I could see from his expression my suggestion was getting serious consideration. "Ya gotta pay me a lot more." "A hundred" I said with a wink. "Each time!?" I could see that figure made an impact. "Yes." I ordered a small butt plug, 2.5 inches, showed it to him next visit, explaining is use. "If you're interested, honey, use some vaseline and put this in for awhile at home. Don't let your brother, anyone, know." He was very very intrigued. This blue rubber thing, in his butt, for how long? ooh ooh, that could be...something! "Wash it off when your done and hide it." He took it but made no promise. I'd gotten five hundred dollars worth of Darby's fine ass. The routine was always the same: He'd let me smell and lick his anus for about ten or fifteen minutes, then he shoved a pillow under his hips when he was aroused enough saying, sweetly, "I'm ready now." His legs would open and he'd spread his cheeks wide so I could apply astro glide--the same stuff my buddy Glenn and I used. With more on my cock entering him the first time became so easy, too easy. He was a small boy so fit under me like my boogie board. With my eyes closed I imagined us together at the beach, my dick in him with a crowd of leering men watching. Thoughts like these and the feel of his small cool ass against my groin always gave me powerful orgasms. I had to commend the kid: he took my almost seven inches without much complaint. So I had fucked Darby five or six times when things took an unfortunate turn. On a Sunday afternoon he rang my bell unexpectedly. A man stepped into view behind him as I opened the door. A large man. I knew without being told he was the boy's father. No, it wasn't the police. The moment of panic I had felt eased. His name was Dan. He was polite and friendly, a few inches taller than me and 30 pounds heavier. He followed his son into the living room. Darby sat next to his dad, a smirky smile decorating his cute face. Father took out a smart phone and pressed a few buttons. It was his son's phone which he handed to me. There we were, Darby and me, in all our HD video glory, my cock in his young son's ass as far as it could go. I heard my voice clearly praising the youngster's "hot pussy," his tightness. Darby's voice too, asking for harder thrusts. Jump cut to me with my face in the kid's ass. Another jump, his mouth filled with my cock. The sounds were sexy. Short, but a piece of evidence that could not be contradicted in court. Deal was this: I was to continuing fucking his son as before, paying the usual fee. And I was to spread my ass so the father could fuck me after his son, costing me another $100 each time Daddy penetrated me. What a mercenary father and son pair! Teaching his son to whore himself instead doing honest work! Can you believe some people?! Darby, the little cock sucking kid, looked at me with another shit-eating grin. He must have hidden the phone in his discarded a pile of clothes while I was too busy for his body to notice, too focused on his sweet asshole. Daddy had a nice sized dick, used it none too gentle on my ass, seeming to want to punish me. I wiggled my butt and squirmed faking he was hurting me even though I was enjoying it greatly. Glenn, I realized, was too timid a lover: Dan let his animal instincts out on long leash. It got me hot. Darby watched his father drill into me. If the kid hadn't yet been fucked by his father, he soon would be. He always watched with his dick out, stroking. That visit by father and son cost me $200. So did the next and the one after that. It wasn't an outrageous amount and still well what I could afford. But that was the problem. I talked it over with Glenn. It was all sex and money, a cold deal, and the demand for cash was bound to increase. And it did. I made a plan. One day I just quietly disappeared and popped up on the West Coast, the flight painless because I did my job freelance from home. That's how I wound up in Santa Monica. The boys out here are something else: tanned little blond beauties who know the score and make themselves available. About a year later I financed Glenn's move and rent for a while so he could join me. It all worked out fine. He paid me back by bringing young boys around for me to fuck. And the weather here is so much better. -O- Please let me know what you liked about my time with Darby. Put "Darby" in the subject line. Thank you. other nifty stories of mine: https://www.nifty.org/nifty/authors.html#julianotero Julian ba9ba9goodman@yahoo.com or ba9ba9goodman@tutanota.com And please contribute to nifty to keep us all enjoying this site.