Date: Tue, 22 Nov 2016 20:19:32 -0500
From: db.byron@jacobsplayhouse.com
Subject: Boys Will Be Boys Part Fifteen M/b Incest

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Chapter Fourteen:  "Billy Got Bear Caught"

With the first cold day of winter fast approaching, my nephew Jacob was
getting in one final game of soccer with his teammates on the soccer field.
It was still warm out but it was very breezy as the cold from moved south
towards our neck of the woods.  I was sitting in the stands along with
several of the other parents; Watching the boys kicking the ball around the
field.  Thinking that it might get cold before practice was over, I had
come dressed in my jeans and a sweater.

Of course, it was still really too warm for that and I ended up rolling up
the sleeves to keep from overheating.  The boys on the other hand, were
dressed in their shorts and team jerseys as they ran around the field.
Jacob was goalkeeper for his team and was doing a fine job of blocking
every ball that came his way.

His friend Billy was playing defense during much of this particular day of
practice and he was doing great, thanks to his larger size and build.  The
boy was now 15 yrs old and was filling out quite nicely the older he got.
It was hard to imagine now that I'd known him since he was 12.  I remember
the first time I saw him, he drew my focus in a heartbeat; What with his
spiky blonde hair, skinny, hairless, toned build and blue eyes.  Even back
then he was quite the looker, I tell you.

Now he still had the same spiky blonde hair but he was no longer as skinny
and his hairless skin had sprouted a dense fuzz of blonde hairs.  He even
had a little peach-fuzz mustache started and it looked really cute.  Though
I had to admit, seeing him growing into a young man took away from his
prepubescent sex appeal.  At least it did for me.

I just couldn't look at him the same way as I once did.  Not with all that
hair growing on his legs, arms and face.  When I looked at him now, I
didn't see the little gay bottom boy in training that I once knew but
rather a rapidly maturing bisexual top hunk.  I say that, because as Jacob
had told me in recent days; Billy had begun dating a girl that went to his
church.

As you might not be aware, the adoptive father that Billy had been placed
with after his own mother and father passed away; Was a local minister, who
was known for taking in young boys to foster until they could be placed
with suitable parents.  While the boy had been living there with the man
and his other boys, he once again had become the focus of sexual abuse.

Only this time, it wasn't his father abusing him or even his foster father
but rather the other boys who lived in the home.  When I first learned of
that, I felt really bad for Billy and spent some time talking about it with
him.  That night of talking soon turned into a night of sex between us and
then later a morning of sex between him and another little boy.

It was during that, that I came to realize that Billy was not going to be
the bottom boy many of us had come to expect him to.  Instead, he showed us
just how much of a top he could be and I think we could all agree that we
were impressed with his skills.  So it came as no surprise to me, that some
time after this, he met himself a girl and had began sleeping with her.

Of course, he was doing so in secret and as Jacob said, he was doing all he
could to avoid getting her pregnant.  I didn't know how old the girl was
but given that Billy was old enough to orgasm, I figure it's safe to say
that if she was around his age, then there was a real chance that there
might be a baby in their future.

That said, Jacob was smart enough to know that his friend really didn't
need to become a daddy yet and he'd asked me to buy the boy condoms.  I had
no issue with buying them for Billy and had actually gone out and bought
several boxes for him.  The only trouble with having so many on hand was
that now he had to find a way to hide them from the other boys and his
foster father at home.

I wasn't sure how he was going to manage it but once practice was over and
the boys had retreated from the field to shower in the locker room; I left
the stands and joined them to make the hand-off.  It felt so sneaky and
perverted going into the locker room with the other boys; With a bag full
of condoms in my hand.

Thankfully Coach Roberts met me just inside the locker room and he escorted
me to his office.  Once there, he pushed the door open and inside I found
Billy standing beside the man's desk.

He looked to Billy and said, "If you need me I'll be right outside."

Billy nodded and then Coach Roberts pulled the door closed behind me.
However, then I heard the door lock as the man used his key to lock it from
the outside.  This was an unexpected development and had me wondering had
prompted it as I watched Billy come walking over to me.

He reached out for the bag and said to me, "Are these them?  Wow, how many
did you buy?"

I smiled and replied, "A lot but you can never have enough."

To which he replied, "Yeah, I know right?"

Then he took the bag from my hand and stepped over to a filing cabinet in
the corner of the room.  It was there, that he pulled a key from his pocket
and inserted it in the keyhole of the cabinet.  An with a twist he had
unlocked it to pull the bottom drawer open and place the bag of condoms
down inside.

"So that's your little hidy-hole, huh?"  I asked and he turned to me and
smiled.

"Mhm, Coach Roberts said I could keep them in here for as long as I need."
He said, before opening the one of the boxes to retrieve a single condom.

Once he had it in his hand, he closed the drawer and returned to me.

He stood right in front of me and smiled as he held the condom in his hand
and said, "Thanks James.  This really means a lot.  You don't know how mad
my dad and the boys back home would be if they knew I was using these."

His phrasing intrigued me so I asked, "You mean using them in general or
using them with a girl?"

That's when he explained that his foster father was not only a minister but
he was also a very strict catholic.  An he taught others that the use of
contraception was a sin in the eyes of the lord.  The irony was that this
was the kind of thinking coming from a man who had taken in sexually abused
boys, only to then allow them to abuse each other without regard for their
safety or well-being.  Was that not a sin in an of itself?  Could he really
think that contraception was a greater evil than sexual abuse?

I didn't want to ask Billy what he thought about this but I for one was now
practically rolling my eyes in disbelief.  The irony was just staggering to
me.  I suppose maybe it was thinking like this that made me hate religion
so much.  Do as I say, not as a do; Jesus loves me but not you.  So on and
so forth.  I really hated shit like that and had to bite my tongue when I
heard such bullshit.

Anyway, before I get off on a rant; I told Billy that his foster father was
entitled to his own believes but that I didn't agree with them.  Billy
clearly felt the same way or else he wouldn't have accepted the boxes of
condoms and instead would have obeyed the man's teachings.

That said, Billy then put his arms around me and unexpectedly gave me a
hug.  I didn't think that giving him condoms was going to get such a
powerful response from him but I welcomed it and gladly put my arms around
him.  We embraced for a moment and I told him that I was just happy to be
able to help him out with the condoms.

That's when he looked up to me and said, "I've missed you, James.  It's
alright if I call you James right?"

"Sure, Billy."  I said and patted him on the back as we continued to hug
each other.

That's when he moaned unexpectedly, "Mmmmmmmm!"

"I've missed you too."  I said, before awkwardly asking, "So is this girl,
um, a long term thing or is she just a fuck-buddy kinda girl?"

Then he looked up to me and replied, "I don't know...  She just, well, she
let's me put it in her.  So that's something.  I mean, that's all I like
about her."

Hearing his very truthful and unsentimental response, I chuckled a bit but
said, "You sound like a true straight man now."

To which he replied, "Just because I slip her the dick doesn't make me
straight...  Does it?"

"No, it makes you an opportunist.  An maybe bisexual or at the very least
trisexual."  I said.

"What's trisexual?"  He asked, "I ain't ever heard of that before."

I smiled and replied, "It means you'll try anything once."

That brought a smile to his face and he said, "More than once if I like it
or if it's really easy."

I couldn't help my chuckle again at his honesty and had to give him another
pat on the back.  That made him hug me tighter and before I knew it, I
realized that he was also grabbing at my ass through my jeans.

His gentle yet obvious squeezing of my ass cheeks gave me the chills and I
looked down to him to say, "You got something you wanna tell me?"

He looked up at me and smiled wide; An I knew he had something mischievous
on his mind.  It didn't take a rocket scientist to realize he was enjoying
our moment of closeness a little too much and before long, he was guiding
me over to Coach Roberts' desk.  I leaned myself up against it and spread
my legs to allow him to step between them.

Once he was standing there between my legs, he placed the condom on the
desk and took off his team jersey.  His sexy chest came into view and I
could see that he now had grown himself some abs.  They were well defined
and included a cute little treasure trail of blonde hair, that lead
straight down into his shorts.  An it took me less than a second to notice
the tent in those little black shorts to know where things were leading.

He saw me checking out his bulge and without missing a beat, he pulled his
shorts down to reveal his bulging jockstrap.

"Damn boy, you have a growth-spurt or something?"  I asked jokingly.

That brought a big smile to his face and he pulled his jock down to his
ankles to reveal every naked inch of his growing boy cock.  It was rock
hard and quite a bit larger now than last I'd seen it.  It must have been
around 5" with a nice little bush of blonde pubes at it's base.

"I bet you play with that a lot now, huh?"  I asked curiously.

"Oh yeah, Mmmmmm.  I jack-off all the time."  He said, "Usually when I'm
thinking 'bout you."

Hearing that honestly caught me by surprise and I had to ask, "Me?  Really?
Me?"

He nodded and replied, "Yeah you, you're sexy as fuck."

"You think so, huh?"  I asked.

"I think so.  You're my kind of man."  He said and placed a hand on each of
my legs.

"I'm your type, huh?  Why's that?"  I asked as I felt his hands begin to
move up my legs.

"'Cause you like it both ways, just like me."  He said, "You like to give
it and take it.  I'm like that too."  For some reason hearing that made me
blush and I said, "Yeah, I can't argue with you there."

Then he stepped even closer and moved his hands right to my crotch.

"Oh Billy."  I gasped.

Hearing my surprised reaction, he pulled back and reached down to give his
length a stroke as he said, "You make me so horny, James.  I wanna jack-off
for you, right here, right now."

Before I could say anything, we went to doing exactly that and I stared
down at his rock hard cock as he beat it furiously.  Not knowing how far
this was going to go, I looked around a little nervously, fearing that at
any moment Coach Roberts was going to come walking right in through the
door.

Thinking maybe I could speed things up and lessen the chances of us getting
caught in the act, I reached down and felt his fuzzy boy balls.

"Oh James, Mmmmm!  I love it when you touch me."  He moaned and I cupped
his young set of balls in my hand.

I watched as his eager young body shivered with pleasure and it turned me
on to see him wanting me feeling him like that.  He was loving it so much,
that before I knew it I was down on my knees in front of him and eagerly
helping myself to a proper groping of his ass.  I had one hand massaging
his balls and the other reaching up underneath him to feel his peach-fuzz
taint.

I knew it had to be driving him wild to have his taint played with but I
also wanted very much to stick my finger in his asshole.  The only thing
stopping me was fear that he might not react so well to it, given how bad
his father had abused him in the past and the other boys he lived with were
continuing too.

The more I groped him the closer my fingers got to his hole and I said to
him, "I love your ass, Billy.  It's fucking perfect."

"If you love it, why don't you fuck it?"  He asked with a smile.

I rubbed my finger over his hole and replied, "You really want me to, huh?"

"I need to feel your cock inside me.  A man's cock.  A big adult cock."  He
replied as he continued to stroke his own cock hard and fast, "The boys at
the house are rough and mean but they're nothing.  They're not men.
They're just stupid boys with little cocks."

Hearing that, I couldn't help be think that Billy had become used to the
abuse he was receiving at home and had quite possibly come to think of it
as nothing more than boys doing what boys do.  An with most boys, when they
do that sort of thing they don't do it all that well.  They often lack the
experience and guidance to fuck properly.  At least, that's what I'd always
been told and given what the boy had said, it sure sounded as if that were
the case.

I looked up to him and said, "Boys will be boys, until they become men."

"I can't wait that long for them to grow up.  Please, James.  I need it."
He begged and as he did so I abruptly shoved two fingers up his little
asshole.

The feeling of my forced penetration sent his whole body into a tense
shaking and I took his young cock into my mouth to accept the cum that I
knew was about to erupt from it.  No sooner than I locked my lips around
it, did he shoot his load and it hit the back of my throat hard.

"Ohhhhhh!!!  Fuck!  Ohhh!  Shitttt!"  He moaned and groaned.

I swallowed down every drop of his young sperm; All the while keeping my
fingers buried in his little ass, until I'd completely drained him of his
load.  After which point, I gave him a final lick and suck, an pulled my
fingers from his rear.

He was breathing heavy now as he looked down at me finishing off his
orgasm.  I then began to stand up and as I did, I licked my way up his
body.  My tongue traveled the length of his treasure trail, between his abs
and right up his neck to his lips.  An that's where I planted a kiss and
swapped the taste of his cum between our tongues.

Then afterwards, I helped him get dressed and we sat down together on the
coach's desk to talk.  This would be the time that I got to know what was
going on in his head a little better.

"Everybody says what my Daddy did was wrong but I miss it."  He said, "Does
that make me a bad person?"

"No, Billy.  You miss your Daddy's love and there's nothing wrong with
that.  Nothing wrong with that at all."  I said comfortingly, "He might not
have gone about showing you his love the wrong way but when he was inside
you, if felt right didn't it?"

He nodded and replied, "It hurt so bad but it felt special to me.  Ain't no
one else done it like that since him.  Will I ever feel that again?"

That's when I put my arm around him and said, "You will if I have anything
to say about it."

That seemed to put his mind at ease and he thanked me again for being so
understanding to his plight.  He and I were very much alike in the way we'd
been raised by our fathers and I guess I felt a sense of duty to help him
in any way I could to find that special feeling he had once experienced
with his Daddy.

Shortly there after, there came a knock on the office door and Coach
Roberts re-entered the room.  We got up from his desk and had a brief word
with him, before stepping outside to the locker room to rejoin the other
players.  That's when Jacob came walking over to me and asked if we could
go out to eat.  I told I'd take him out for pizza and he jumped at the
chance.  Then he asked if Billy could come too and I told he could, as long
as it was alright with Billy's foster father.

Billy decided them to call and ask for permission from the man and was
granted it with little to no questioning.  I thought this was very odd,
since the man had been entrusted by the state to care for the boy but as
Billy would later explain, his foster father had way to many boys to look
after and often allowed them to do whatever they wanted.  The more detail I
got from him, the more and more it sounded as though the man was nothing
short of a con-artist.  He was simply taking advantage of the system by
accepting as many boys into his home as he could for the soul purpose of
collecting money from the state.

You see as a foster care father, the man was receiving funds for each of
the boys in his care.  The more boys, the more money and being a minister
running a church, he was also tax exempt and able to rake in some serious
cash; That he was not obligated to spend on the boys.  Sure, I bet on paper
he made it look like all those boys were being well taken care of but in
reality, they were being left to run-a-muck.  All the man cared about was
collecting their checks.  It all sounded truly disgusting if you ask me but
again, this was one of those things that made me hate religion and men who
preyed on innocent in the name of the lord.

Now knowing that it likely didn't matter if Billy returned home at a
specific time or not, I took him and Jacob out to dinner at the Pepperoni
Phallus.  There we ate a good meal and talked some more.  It was during our
dinner talk, that Jacob and I conspired to get Billy the rough sex he
needed.  I know we sound like a couple of creeps doing that but Billy was
right there joining in the conversation.  So it wasn't as if we were about
to throw him to the dogs or something.

In actuality, we were planning to take him with us to Dipsticks.  Alright,
so maybe that does sound like throwing him to the dogs.  Alright, alright,
so we weren't just going to take him there and drop him off or anything
stupid.  Jacob and I both knew many of the men that worked there and after
a long discussion, we decided that we'd take the boy by the hand and make
sure he got the royal treatment from only the best of the nasty fuckers at
the bar.

Just talking about it, Billy was getting turned on and being the teenage
horn-dog he was; He became quickly aroused to the point of having a tent in
his shorts again.  Thankfully we were sitting far enough from anyone else
to prevent them from noticing.  But once we got back in the car after
dinner, he went to masturbating right there in the backseat.

Luckily, by this time it had gotten dark out early as it always does in the
winter months.  It was only a little after 6pm and it was already dark
enough that I needed to use my headlights to drive.  While I drove, I kept
glancing back in the rear-view mirror to see Billy jerking himself off and
Jacob being the good friend he was; He eagerly went to helping his buddy
get a load off.

It didn't take long, before I saw my nephew's head bobbing up and down in
the boys' lap and I knew that Jacob was sucking his friend's cock for him.
It was exciting to see the two of them going at it like that in the
backseat.  Just watching them, I myself began to get turned out.  Soon my
cock was straining against the inside of my jeans and I had to keep
adjusting myself.

I don't think I have to tell you, that by the time we finally arrived at
Dipsticks; I had precum pooling on the inside of my jeans.  I could feel it
smearing around my cock as I parked the car and stepped out.  Amazingly,
Billy had yet to cum and instead had to tuck his cock back into his shorts,
before getting out to join Jacob and I.

Once outside the bar, my nephew lead Billy and I in through the front door.
That's where we were greeted by Jeff with his hand-held metal detector.  He
scanned each of us before allowing us to enter.  It was when it came to be
my turn, that Jeff commented on Billy and said that he thought the boy
looked too good to in a place like Dipsticks.

I suppose he had a point.  Billy was the captain of his youth soccer team
and was becoming quite the handsome little heartthrob.  This was not lost
on Jeff or even Roger for that matter.  Both men took notice of the boy as
he followed Jacob into the main bar room.


The three of us arrived to Dipsticks after closing and were allowed in by
Roger.


While Jacob went to explore the rest of the bar, I kept a close eye on
Billy as we made our way deeper into the backroom.  The boy was nearly 15yo
and in the eyes of most men he was well within breeding age.  Young enough
to be a boy but old enough to know what he wanted or in this case, old
enough to know what he needed.

Looking back on this, I think I would waited until a bit later in the
evening to bring the boy into the bar; Given how he turned heads and drew
the attention of pretty much everyone in attendance.  Maybe it was because
Jacob and I had known the boy so long, that we didn't see him the way
others did.  But whatever the reason, he had all eyes on him as he and
Jacob politely approached the counter.

There, Jacob introduced his friend to owner, Roger and the man offered to
shake his hand.  Upon finishing their handshake, he asked if the boys would
like a cup of soda and they accepted.  An then with their drinks in hand,
the two of them made their way around the bar.  It was clear from the way
Jacob was taking the lead, that he was giving Billy a guided tour of the
place.

Once which started in the main bar room and ended in the bar's filthy
backroom.  I of course followed them on their tour and was there when they
came into the backroom.  It was there in the glowing red lights of the
dingy, cold, room that we happened to bump into my old buddy Bear.  Well, I
say we bumped into him but you know, if I hadn't of known better, I'd have
thought that Jacob had advance notice of the man's whereabouts.

I say that, because this just so happened to be Jacob's man of choice at
Dipsticks.  I suppose it made perfect sense for my nephew to have come to
think of Bear as one of the best men to play with; Given that Bear had more
experience with little boys than anyone else we knew and he'd always taken
a special liking to Jacob.  On many occasions he had taken the boy aside
for some hot fun and also looked after him in situations that warranted his
protection.

That said, it was odd to see Bear at the bar at this time of the night and
even stranger to see him fully dressed.  It was simply out of the ordinary
for him to be there so early and in clothes.  We quickly discovered that
this was because he had come to help install a heater in the backroom.
Which was great, because it was getting colder by the minute as night began
to fall.

He was sitting on the edge of the small bed that set along the wall of the
room, opposite the cement shower stalls and was fiddling with the knobs on
the heater as we approached him.

That's when he turned to us and said, "Well, look who the cat dragged in."

"Hi Bear!"  Jacob replied happily and stepped closer to give the man a hug,
"What'cha doing?"

To which the man replied, "Trying to get this damn heater going, so I don't
freeze my nuts off.  Haha!"

That's when Jacob looked to Billy and remarked, "Bear's got really big
nuts.  He's gotta keep 'em warm.  Hehe!

"Listen at you, telling bidness.  You sneaky little shit.  Hey, who's this
handsome devil you got with you?"  Bear asked as he sat up and turned to
face Billy.

"This is Billy."  Jacob replied, "He's the captain of our soccer team.
Pretty hot looking ain't he?"

Hearing the kind praise from Jacob, Billy blushed and I put my hand on his
back.  He looked up to me and smiled shyly as the man extended his hand for
him to shake.

"Well put her there, slugger.  Any friend of Jacob's is a friend of Papa
Bear."  The man said and Billy shook his hand, "Yeah, he's a little
heart-breaker for sure."

"It's nice to meet you, sir."  Billy said politely, "Thank you, sir."

"An so polite."  Bear said with surprise, before bringing their handshake
to an end and reaching over to give Jacob a playful reach around.

It was so cute to watch the way he groped my little nephew and the look
Jacob gave him in return was just as cute if not more so.

"So what brings you boys by?"  Bear asked and then returned to his work on
the heater.

Jacob looked to Billy and then to me, before returning his attention back
to Bear to say, "We was hoping maybe you might could give Billy a good
fucking.  You know, if it's not too much trouble."

Hearing that, Bear jiggled the knob on the heater one last time and it
started up.  The fan inside began to spin and blew air passed the heating
elements in the front, sending warm air out into the room.

With the heater nor working, Bear turned back to Jacob and Billy to say,
"Billy, Billy, Billy...  Now what on earth would make a pretty boy like you
want a fat old fucker like me to give you a screwing?  Hmm?"

That's what I motioned to Jacob to come have a seat with me on the other
side of the bed to allow Billy and Bear to talk.  I took a seat on the edge
of the mattress and my nephew had a seat there beside me, while we watched
our sexy young friend inch his way closer to Bear.

I think the man could sense there was something hiding deep within this
handsome teen, that was just begging to be drawn out into the open.  He
reached out to Billy and pulled him a little closer.  It was interesting to
see just how quickly the boys' demeanor had changed with the presence of
sexual tension that was now filling the room faster than the hot air from
the heater.

Billy lowered his head and replied softly, "I need a man to fuck me, sir."

Hearing that, Bear pointed to me and said, "There's a man right there,
that'd fuck you in a heartbeat.  Matter of fact, I bet he already has.  So
I ask again, why you want old Papa Bear?  Hmm?"

Not being sure how to answer, Billy nervously looked to me for guidance and
I had to speak up for him.

"Billy's missing his Daddy."  I said, "You might remember him?  Dr. Wiener?
He's the local guy that got busted by the FBI for, well, abusing his son.
Well, Billy here is that son."

"Oh?  Poor thing was being mistreated, huh?  Used and abused by the old
man, eh?"  Bear asked rather excited and curiously.

Billy nodded his head slowly in an ashamed manner but Bear could read
between the lines and knew there was not so much shame there but more so
sadness and nostalgia.

That's when the man placed his hands to either side of the boys' waist and
drew him in even closer to stand right between his spread legs.

"Don't you worry, boy.  Your friends here brought you to the right place.
They looking after you real good.  You trust 'em to do right by you,
don'tcha?"  Bear asked and Billy nodded his head, "That's right.  Now tell
me, how'd he do it?  Your old man that is.  Did he put the loving to you
nice-like or he take you rough?  Don't be shy, you can tell me."

"He was terribly mean, sir.  He beat my ass bloody.  Beat me and raped me."
Billy replied and his voice cracked.

Hearing the way talking about his abuse upset the boy, Bear pulled him in
closer and put his arms around him.

They embraced each other but then Bear said, "Your Daddy did a real number
on you, didn't he boy?  Treated you like a piece of meat.  Took your little
ass whenever he felt the need.  I bet he never even said he loved you, huh?
He just had his way with his little boys' ass and left you crying when he
was finished."

"Yes, sir.  Exactly, sir."  Billy replied with a whimper, "That's how it
was all the time, sir."

"Mmhmm.  Daddy made you his little cum-dump.  Mmmmm."  Bear said, before
using his hands to force the back of Billy's shorts down, along with the
jockstrap beneath them to reveal his young ass.

Then he rubbed the boys' ass cheeks a few times, before laying into him
with a round of very hard swats from his bare hands.

'Smack!  Smack!  Smack!  Smack!  Smack!  Smack!  Smack!'

Naturally Billy went to crying like a baby as the man spanked his bare ass
with all his might.  An you might have thought, that if this had happened
to you, you likely would have taken off running to get away from this man.
But Billy didn't do that.  No, Billy stood there with his arms embracing
the man as he stood there between his legs and took the spanking he so
desperately needed.

"That's it, cry those pretty tears for Papa.  Let him hear you cry.  It
makes Papa feel good to see his little boy hurt'n.  Crying like a little
faggot" Bear said as the boy stood there sobbing and in pain, "Is my boy a
little faggot, hmm?  Does Papa need to fuck you up the ass and make you his
bitch?  Hmm?"

"Yes, sir.  Please, sir."  Billy cried and Bear reached behind him to
spread his now red ass cheeks.

An the second they parted, he shoved his finger right up against the boys'
hole.  That sent Billy to shivering, squirming and crying harder as he
surrendered himself to the man's intense sexual advances.  I'm sure Bear
knew he was hurting him forcing his finger in dry like that but it was
exciting to see Billy enduring it so well.  He was at the mercy of old Papa
Bear and now in the hands of the most experienced boy-lover I knew, other
than my own Daddy.

"That'a boy.  Open your fucking hole for Papa Bear."  Bear said, "Mmmmm,
yeah.  Papa's gonna fuck you.  Gonna fuck his little faggot boy up the
ass."

Just hearing the way Bear was talking to Billy and had the boy crying as he
fingered his young asshole; Jacob and I couldn't help be be turned on and
begun quietly feeling each other up as we sat on the opposite side of the
bed watching the two of them.  I think was just as Bear was removing his
hands from between Billy's ass cheeks and instructing him to get on his
hands and knees; That my nephew unzipped my jeans and took my cock out to
suck.  I made myself available to him and before I knew it, he was going
down on me like the little cock loving slut he was.

Meanwhile, Bear had Billy bent the mattress with his sexy little ass
presented for mounting.  I watched with anxious anticipation as the man
lowered his pants, whipped out his thick cock and plunged it right between
the boys' ass cheeks without preparation or word of warning.

"AHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!"  Billy screamed it echoed throughout the room.

It was so loud, that it gave me the shivers.  Shivers that traveled right
down to my taint.  An it started Jacob, who started to lift his head up in
surprise but before he could, I put my hand on his head and pushed him back
down.

"He's alright, keep sucking."  I said softly and the boy resumed his
talented sucking of my throbbing hard cock.

It felt so good to have him sucking me as I watched his friend getting his
little ass ripped by Bear, that it took a lot of restraint not to begin
face-fucking the boy.  Jacob was good at sucking cock it's fair to say it
wasn't his favorite thing to do.  He'd much rather have been taking it up
his little butt.  So having him choosing to suck me instead was a rarity
and so I reminded myself that he was doing it to please me.  An pleasing me
he was.

Just like Billy, Jacob was on his knees and giving my shaft a real good
licking, sucking and slobbering.  An with my hand guiding him gently as his
head bobbed up and down on me, I looked to Bear and watched as the man gave
the handsome soccer player a royal screwing.  I knew he had to be tearing
at the walls of Billy's ass with that fat cock and from the sounds of the
boys' cries he was feeling every inch of it.

Soon the bed went to shaking as Bear began to pile-drive his fat cock in
and out of the boys' ass.  There's really no words to describe the sounds
Billy made as he submitted to the fucking he was receiving.  He'd asked for
it and was getting it in spades.  Bear had his hands on both of the boys'
shoulders as he slammed the little fucker's hole from behind without mercy.

An in the heat of it all, I suddenly orgasmed, sending me own load of hot
cum right into Jacob's mouth and down his throat.

"Aaauuughhhmm!!!"  I groaned and fell back onto the bed with my nephew
still sucking and slurping on my shaft.

That's when I turned my head to face Billy and saw the tears pouring down
his face as he stared back at me.  His body was heaving to the motion of
the fucking he was receiving and all I could think to do was wink at him.
I'm sure he would have done the same, had he not been so busy crying and
all.  He was at the mercy of Papa Bear now and had to just take it.

In fact, that's what Bear said as he fucked the boy, "Take it!  Take Papa's
fat dick!"

This went on for a good solid 10mins or more, before bear finally released
his load; Slamming his bare raw cock balls deep into Billy's ass, filling
him with the milky white punk and sending the boy hard against the
mattress.

"Fuck!  Fuck!  Fuckkkkkkk!!!!"  Bear growled as he unloaded inside Billy.

At which point, Jacob came crawling up onto the bed with me and I put my
arms around him.  He wiggled his way up on top of me and planted a kiss on
my lips; Which I returned with pleasure and stuck my tongue into his mouth.
We kissed passionately there on the bed with his little friend beside us,
sobbing and Bear impaled deep inside him.

The man had giving him a good rough fucking and from the looks of it
pleased each of them greatly.  It wouldn't be until later that evening on
the ride home; While Billy sat quietly in the backseat of the car in deep
thought, that it was truly set in for him.

I looked back at him in the rear-view mirror and asked, "Billy?  Billy,
where do I need to turn?"

I had no idea where he lived and needed the boy to tell me, which he
eventually did but it took him a minute.  That rough fucking must have
knocked him for a loop or something, because he was definitely not thinking
straight afterward.

Once he finally told me where to go, I drove him to his foster father's
church and he hopped out of the car.  I watched him as he limped his way
out of the backseat and around to the driver's side window.  That's when he
tapped on the glass and I rolled the window down to ask what he wanted.

However, instead of replying with words he reached inside the car, threw
his arm around me and hugged me.  I embraced him and I knew that he was
thankful for everything I'd done.  I didn't know what to say but I was just
glad I could help him in his time of need.  An with that, he quietly
resumed limping his way back towards the church for the night.

That's when I looked to Jacob and said, "That boy Billy's a good-egg."

To which Jacob replied, "I think he's a bit scrambled after all that.
Hehe!"

Then we both smiled and I drove us home.

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