Date: Wed, 3 Apr 2013 13:07:46 -0400 From: kyle garter Subject: Witness Protection Chapter 6 +-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+ All the usual disclaimers apply: +This is my first story. It is my work and you may not reproduce it without my permission. +This story is a work of fiction. If you think it is real, you have a very active imagination. +Do not read this story if you live in an area where it is illegal to do so. +Scenes of sexual activity between an adult male and non-adults are represented. Do not read further if this offends you. +Please do not imitate the actions portrayed herein - the author cannot accept responsibility for any actions promoted by this story. +Please consider a financial donation to Nifty. If you would like to get in touch, please e-mail me at: livinglife19@hotmail.com +Flames will be ignored. Witness Protection – Chapter 6 After a night of excitement and experimentation with Jeremy, I really thought that I would my body would allow me to sleep in. But, like clockwork, I woke up right at 6:00 am. I also woke up in my new favorite position – I was spooning Jeremy with my hard cock lying between his buns. Two sets of underwear were separating us, but it still felt perfect. I figured the little guy would be exhausted from our late night shenanigans, so I gave him a quick kiss on the back of his head and got up. I pissed my morning boner away and smelled coffee brewing, so I headed downstairs. I was only wearing my boxer briefs, but I had spent 4 years of my life in front of Skeet in a Speedo, so modesty was not an issue. I got to the bottom of the stairs and saw Skeet standing bare-assed naked before me. His back was to me, but he must have heard me enter as he spoke up and said, "Cup of coffee, Jack?" I smiled, told him sure, and asked him if he was a nudist. "No, but I didn't think anyone would be up yet," he said as he turned to face me. If I had ever seen Skeet naked, I didn't remember a thing about him. But then, my interest in males had come on suddenly, so I doubt I would have noticed or committed any details to memory. Sure, I noticed if my former teammates or guys at the gym were particularly well-endowed, but as a rule, I wasn't checking out a lot of other penises. Skeet looked pretty darn good for a 48 year old guy. He was still relatively fit, and his broad chest was complimented with quite a bit of hair. Skeet had a small belly, but it only worked to make him sexier. His legs were strong and developed from years of swimming. His flaccid, uncut penis hung above his low-hanging nuts. It looked to be about 4 inches long. The fact that he was old enough to be my father suddenly intrigued me sexually, and I didn't dare stare at his lower regions for too long. We shared a cup of coffee, and then I told Skeet I was heading out for a run before the boys woke up. Skeet was wearing a robe when I came back down from getting dressed for my run. I was happy to see that for the sake of the boys. I told Skeet I'd likely be back before the boys got up and going. I had a great run, and I got to think about everything that had changed in my life in such a short period of time. I decided not to over think things and just enjoy myself while we were running from the Columbians. The morning was gorgeous, and I got in four miles before returning to Skeet's farm. I entered the door to find Jeremy enjoying a bowl of cereal at the kitchen table with Skeet. I said to Jeremy, "Hey buddy. You awake already?" I figured he would be sleeping like a rock after the middle-of-the-night play session we had. "I was really hungry this morning Jack. Skeet gave me some cereal but he only has Raisin Bran," Jeremy replied. Skeet, still wearing his robe, smiled and said he would get some better cereal for the boys when he went into town later. Jeremy was wearing his little Spiderman underwear, and I wondered if Skeet had added some underwear beneath his robe since he knew the boys might be coming downstairs. Jeremy broke me out of my thoughts by telling me he was going to drive a tractor. Skeet told me he wanted to plow the "back forty", and that he had invited Jeremy to ride along with him and steer some. Jeremy finished up his cereal, and then both he and Skeet went to get dressed. I heard the upstairs shower start, and I knew that Kyle was finally awake too. "Hmm", I thought to myself, "maybe I can get clean with Kyle again." Skeet and Jeremy went to start the plowing, and I headed upstairs. I got to the bathroom right after the shower cut off. Kyle already had his towel around his waist when I entered the bathroom. I hoped my disappointment didn't show on my face. I explained that I had been for a run, that Skeet and Jeremy were out on the tractor for awhile, and that I was hoping I could catch him in time to join him in the shower and maybe wash his hair again. He smiled, and told me he would like it better if I didn't shower just yet. "But, I'm all stinky and sweaty," I said. Kyle replied, "I know, and I like you like that." I said, "You are a goofball." Since we had only showered together and then slept in the same bed together, I didn't know what his level of interest in playing really was. But, the comment about my man smells gave me hope. "Well, I am going to need to shower at some point," I said. With a mischievous smile, Kyle said, "Not yet. Can we go in your room for awhile?" I told him sure, and he let his towel fall to the floor. Wow, what a sight. Kyle took my hand and led me into my bedroom. My eyes were glued to his hot, little ass as he led the way to my bed. Kyle sat on the side of my bed. I stood next to the bed while two small hands reached up to the sweaty waistband of my shorts. He took the shorts and the attached liner and pulled them down exposing my stiffening shaft. I asked, "Are you sure?" But, he held a finger up to his lips telling me to be quiet. Kyle lowered my shorts and his eyes locked in on my cock. Getting off the bed, he helped me step out of my shorts, and then looked upwards from his squatting position on the floor. In one swift motion, his mouth was on my sweaty cock. Whereas his brother was obviously a novice, Kyle had done this before. He sucked and licked with gusto, and I enjoyed several minutes of that oral pleasure before pulling him off me. I asked, "Hey buddy, where did all that come from?" Kyle responded, "I knew you wanted to do it ever since you got hard with me in the shower. I wanted it too." And I wanted it too. I wanted it badly. Then Kyle said, "Jack, I couldn't pass up the chance with you being so sweaty. I love the smell of a guy right after he works out." Kyle sucked my sweaty cock and steamy balls for a bit longer, but then I was ready for my turn. I pushed Kyle back on the bed and feasted my eyes on his perfect little body. Licking my lips, I realized I was ready to taste the second dick in my lifetime, which would also be the second dick in the past couple of hours. His three and a half inch penis was rock hard and laying against his hairless pubic bone. Perfection! Getting to my knees, I took his throbbing boy cock in my mouth. The flavors were incredible and difficult to describe. I could only think that it was sweeter than any piece of candy I had ever put in my mouth. Next, I ran my tongue around his circumcised, little helmet head and Kyle quickly responded with a moan. I enjoyed demonstrating my newfound talents as I performed a combination of licking the underside of the boy shaft while simultaneously sucking. The more I licked, the louder Kyle's moans got. It was a good thing I could hear the tractor outside to ensure that we were safe. I had to get a taste of those balls that were just beginning to drop. As much as I didn't want to remove my mouth form that little spike of boy love, I did and enclosed both balls in my mouth. The balls had a different flavor to them, yet just as powerfully delicious as the boy cock. The balls had a certain muskiness to them, even though Kyle had just showered. I savored both of those little boy orbs for several minutes. Another moment of truth presented itself. I wanted to go lower. I had never done it, but I wanted to lick Kyle's boy hole and see how it tasted. This would be the ideal time to do it as he had just showered. I wasn't sure if Kyle would go for it, but I decided to give it a shot. I started licking below the balls and Kyle tilted his hips upward. That must be a sign it was okay for me to continue. The tight boy hole appeared close up before my eyes. Beautiful! I licked lower and tentatively ran my tongue across the tiny hole. The taste was intoxicating and my head actually started to spin a bit. I was becoming a man that was possessed by things I knew so little about. Darting my tongue inside, I savored more of the flavors of Kyle's inner core. I would be unable to describe it, but the delicate flavor would remain locked in my mind forever. Touching the tip of my cock, I found a steady stream of pre-cum drooling from it. I could have licked the boy's hole all day, but I wanted to enjoy some more of his penis. Running my tongue upward, I found the boy prong and started sucking again. My cock continued to drool copious amounts of liquid as I feasted on his small, hard boner. My finger was coated in pre-cum as I tried to keep it from getting on the carpet. Then, I had an idea to remedy that problem. I took my gooey finger and worked it to the small little boy opening. Gently, I started rubbing, and his little hole responded by opening to the well-lubricated index finger. I continued to suck and lick his penis. As I got just the tip of my finger past his very tight sphincter, Kyle started to buck wildly and moan loudly. His entire body went into a spasm that lasted for about two minutes. During his intense dry cum, I held my finger as still as I could while continuing my oral assault on his hot little penis. When he finally finished shaking, he looked at me and said, "That shaking thing only ever happened once before to me, but it was nothing like that." I smiled and told him I was glad he liked it. I removed my finger from his hole, but he asked me to put it back in because it felt so good. I re-lubed my finger with my pre-cum and reinserted it. This time, it slipped in a little further and Kyle moaned again. He obviously liked the anal play. I did too as my thoughts raced to that tight hole clamping down on my throbbing bone. I thought about how tight it would feel and more pre-cum flowed. Since he was enjoying the finger play, I started sucking him again. Within minutes, he was having another dry orgasm with load moaning. My God, he was a vocal boy. This time when he bucked and shook, I let my finger explore more and simulated a back and forth, fucking motion. By the time he came down from his high, my finger was in right up to my big knuckle. I pulled my finger out and he looked down at me wistfully. He took a mini-break before asking me to do it again. How could I refuse that angelic face? I reapplied another round of lube and the finger eased back inside of Kyle. It went deeper inside this time. When I had no further to go, I touched something inside. I didn't know at the time, but it was Kyle's prostate. When I rubbed it, Kyle took his moaning to a whole new level. I wondered if they could hear him outside over the roar of the tractor. In no time at all, he was enjoying his third dry cum. The bucking and shaking were even more incredible with this one, and I knew that rubbing his little boy spot deep inside had taken him to a new level. When he came down from his peak, Kyle asked, "Oh my God Jack, what did you do?" I told him I didn't really know – that I had just rubbed something inside of him. He said it felt incredible, but I already knew that from the writhing and moaning. I was glad that I could give him such pleasure. Kyle then asked, "Jack, can I make you shoot now?" I told him I would love that. I climbed up beside him on the bed. Kyle leaned into me and gave me a tentative kiss. Even though I responded positively, he pulled back and asked if the kiss was okay. I told him it was more than okay and dove into his mouth for more kissing. He was more experienced than his brother, and he was likely more experienced with guys than even I was. We started to grind and I rolled over onto my back. Kyle told me that he loved me all sweaty, and he started to kiss down my neck. In a matter of seconds, he had his head buried in my armpit. With him, I felt like the student and Kyle was the teacher. He licked my chest and nibbled on my nipples. I was on fire. By the time his warm mouth hit my cock, I was already close. Within two minutes, I was filling his throat with my seed. He pulled off somewhat, and proceeded to suck every drop of cum off of my cock. He finished up by lapping at each of my sweaty nuts before coming up to rest his head on my chest. "I'm so glad you saved us Jack," Kyle said as we snuggled. I thought to myself, "you boys are the ones that are saving me." Way too quickly, we heard the tractor go silent, and Kyle went to get dressed as I grabbed a shower. These boys were having a huge affect on my life, and now I wondered if my future would ever involve being apart from them. +-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+ In Mission, South Dakota, the four Columbians had gotten two rooms. They had put a tracking device on the Jeep, but it had not moved since they arrived. The four men were taking shifts watching the hotel and casino for any sign of the boys. As discreetly as possible, the men followed room service orders as they were delivered to the rooms in case the boys and their protector were holed up in one. Twenty four hours had passed, but they were no closer to finding their targets. Roommates Arturo Castellano and Jose Jiminez had worked together for three years. At 37, Arturo was the more experienced of the two men. Jose was only 23, but his family had been involved in the drug cartel for years. Arturo was married, but Jose was still sowing his seeds as a bachelor. Neither man had been home to see family or loved ones in three months. Arturo was checking the indoor pool area where he saw the boy swimming. He was not sure if it was the target, so he took a seat in a lounge chair and waited. When the boy got out, he was fairly certain the boy was too old to be the target. Arturo estimated him to be 13 or 14 – the age of his oldest boy back home in Columbia. Arturo would wait for the boy to dry off and leave, and then follow him to his room just to make sure he was not one of the two boys he was after. When the boy finished drying off, he headed to the bathroom while giving a definite head nod to Arturo. Thinking he may have information on the targets, Arturo followed after a few seconds. When he got to the bathroom, the boy met him inside and locked the door. Arturo was not sure what was going on. Out of nowhere, the boy reached out and groped Arturo's cock through his jeans; Arturo knew that his penis showed as it hung off to the left. In his heavily accented English, Arturo asked, "What are you doing?" The boy replied, "I want you to fuck me." Was this boy crazy? "I'm a married man," Arturo thought. But, the boy's groping hand had the blood rushing to his cock, which reminded him that he had not seen his wife in over three months. Why was he not stopping the boy as his small hands undid his zipper? Why did he not protest as the boy undid his top button, lowered his jeans, and then lowered his shorts? His dark, uncircumcised cock sprang forward as it was freed. The boy said, "mmmm" as he removed his bathing suit exposing his own boyish cock. Arturo was still not convinced he would go through with things until the boy sat on the counter above the sink, lifted his pelvis slightly, and pulled his knees toward his chest by hooking his arms beneath them. There, in front of a stunned Arturo, was the tiny hole waiting to be deflowered. "Spit on your cock and fuck me," the boy said as his eyes met Arturo's. For Arturo, the need to fuck a hole so tight won out. Arturo spat on his cock and lubed it up. The boy's hole looked too small to accommodate his cock, but he was so horny that he would try. To his surprise, Arturo's cock slid in fairly easily, and he realized it was something the boy had done before. Despite the ease with which he entered, it was the tightest hole he had ever been in, even tighter than when he had first fucked his virgin wife many years before. Arturo relieved the boy of holding his own legs by taking them in his hands and pointing them upwards. An animalistic drive overtook his and he fucked like he had never fucked before. The boy's head was knocking against the glass mirror, but he had a smile on his face and a glazed look in his eyes as he got fucked. Somewhat reluctantly, Arturo looked down at the boy's hard cock. A smattering of a few hairs let Arturo know the boy was just into puberty. He found himself actually liking the boy's smaller cock as his bigger one came into view and then disappeared again repeatedly right below it. He liked the contrast of the sizes as he fucked the tight hole. As he was looking down, the boy began to shoot his tiny load from his little dick without even touching it. Seeing the boy shoot sent Arturo over the edge, and he dumped his massive buildup of cum into the boy's bowels. He let out a low, bellowing moan as he filled the boy with the seed that had created his own children. After pulling his cock out and cleaning up with some paper towels, Arturo expected to feel guilt. Instead, he felt lust and wanted to fuck the boy again. The tight ass was a totally unexpected treat, and it felt wonderful surrounding his seven inch man-cock. The boy snapped Arturo out of ideas for a second round by saying, "I have to go, but my dad will be in a poker tournament at 8:00 pm. Come by room 116 if you want to fuck me again." The boy pulled his swimsuit on and left the bathroom. Arturo thought to himself, "8:00...room 116". He felt a surge pulse through his cock before he got put back together and continued his rounds. Suddenly, the search for the targets didn't seem so important. To be continued.