Date: Tue, 14 Mar 2017 19:40:43 -0400
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Subject: Boys Will Be Boys Part Sixteen M/b Incest

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Chapter Fifteen:  "Bareback Reenactment"

The Civil Way Battle of Ole Rusty took place not all that far from where we
lived.  In fact, an area north of town was dedicated to the battle and the
old battlefield had become an historical site.  During the first quarter of
each year, people from all over the surrounding counties would come to
celebrate the battle; Which I always thought was pretty funny considering
the south lost the war.

However, this battle was one of the few they did manage to win.  An I
suppose it was, coupled with their undying belief that 'The south would
rise again!' that kept them coming back each year to remissness in their
tiny victory.

As you might know, the battle was fought between the Confederate armies of
Georgia and Florida vs. the Union armies of New York, North Carolina,
Massachusetts and Connecticut.  The Union forces consisting of 5,500 men
and 16 cannons marched westward; Until they were met in opposition by the
Confederate forces.

At which point, a fierce battle was waged well into the dark.  During which
the casualties mounted and when it was all said and done, the Union had
lost some 1,861 men and the Confederates some 946.  It was only after the
Union had driven the Confederate forces into the swampland, that they
withdrew from battle and left the south to claim a "so-called" victory.

So are you can imagine, every year there are claims from both sides that
both won but I personally choose to believe that if you don't defeat your
enemy and are instead pushed into the swamp and left for dead; Well, you
can't really call that a win.  I call that a strategic decision by the
other side to walk away and let you hide in the mud.

Nevertheless, in the years that followed the locals of our town would
gather to pay tribute to their ancestors and the battle they'd fought.
Shamelessly, they would do this without any regard for the many
African-Americans who now inhabit the area; Who's ancestors died as slaves,
for which the war was fought over.

Don't let people tell you that the Civil War was fought over anything other
than slavery; Because that's exactly what it was about.  Even to this day,
local adorned their rebel flags atop their 4-wheel-drive trucks and chased
black folk all over town with their chants of, well, I won't even say his
name here.

Let's just say that since the recent presidential elections, the racists of
our town had turned to chanting our new president's name in the faces of
anyone they didn't like in hopes of distilling fear and degradation among
the minorities of the community.

This year at the the annual reenactment of the Battle of Ole Rusty; Which
my Nephew Jacob had persuaded us all to attend, the sound of these chants
could be heard.  As we arrived to the battlefield at noon, the dirt parking
area just off the main road was filled with off-road vehicles, ATV's,
trucks, dirt-bikes and alike.  An many of them had rebel flags strapped to
them for all to see.

Once I'd parked my car in the makeshift lot, Jacob, Mark and I got out.
Then my Dad parked his truck beside us, before he and Alex got out to join
us.  We were all dressed rather warmly as the weather had turned cold
overnight and there were rain clouds moving in all around.

For some reason it always seemed that the reenactment was met with heavy
rains and cold weather and this year was likely to be no different.  That
said as I stood outside of my car and looked upon the crowds making their
way toward the battlefield, I felt a cold breeze blow over me and it wasn't
simply the cold weather.  I can't explain it exactly, it just felt colder
somehow.

As it would turn out, I wasn't the only one to notice.  You see, at that
very moment Jacob seemed to look around curiously as if he too had picked
up on the sudden cold sensation.  I placed my hand on his shoulder and he
looked up at me with a smile but even still, I could sense that he had just
become unnerved by something in the wind.

I didn't say anything but he and I were so close, that I really didn't have
to mention it.  We had a bond that transcended linear time and space.
Alright, that probably sounds a bit too science-fiction-y for you but we
really did have a powerful connection that could not be explained any other
way.  He and I both had inherited a psychic connection from my Mother.
Mark too had recently discovered this ability but for some reason, during
this particular moment, he hadn't seemed to pick up on the same vibe that
Jacob and I had.

Nonetheless, he wasn't surprised by the way the two of us were looking at
each other.  He might not have felt what we felt but could see from the
looks on our faces, that we were reacting to something.  Being the kind man
he was, he joined us our side of the car and gave us each a subtle touch of
affection to show that he was aware of what was going on.

Just then the air was cracked by the sound of cannon fire as the infantry
shot off a round to alert the crowds to the start of the reenactment.
That's when the three of us followed my Dad and Alex to the entrance to the
battlefield.  It was a short walk to the gates and once inside, we made our
way to the bleachers that had been setup for the crowds of spectators.

There was a huge audience in attendance this year and among them were none
other than our friend Raul from the Blue Crane Nudist Community.  It was
hard to miss the bodybuilder as he stuck out among the crowd and was
sitting at the end of one of the bleachers with a bag of popcorn in his
hand.  He waved hello to us and we quickly marched over to join him.

After taking a minute to say hello, we each climbed onto the metal seating
and watched as the reenactment commenced.  From a podium in the middle of
the field a general dressed in full Confederate garb addressed the crowd
and began to recite some of the history for which we were about to see
played out.

"On this the day of our lord February 15th, we commemorate the 153rd
anniversary of the great Battle of Ole Rusty."  He said into his microphone
and his voice was carried over the air by powerful speakers placed just
behind the bleachers.

His voice was so loud coming over the speakers that it gave me the chills
and I had to cover my ears a bit.  But that was nowhere near as loud as the
sound of the artillery and gunfire that soon echoed throughout the
tree-covered-battlefield.  You see, this particular battle was waged deep
in the forested swamp lands and although most of the reenactment would take
place in the sparse clearing, there were thousands of soldiers marching
through the woods that we couldn't quite see from our vantage point.

Finally with the ceremonial announcement complete, the battle got underway
and we each watched with excited eyes as the two enemy forces converged on
one another.  It was in the midst of the battle that I happened to hear a
voice beside me.  I'm not sure how I heard him over the sound of all that
weapons fire but there sat an old man, dressed in torn clothes with a beard
and had.

He was sitting a few feet away from us but I could hear his voice loud and
clear somehow as he recited a poem for all to hear, "Cannon to right of
them, Cannon to left of them, Cannon in front of them.  Volley'd and
thunder'd; Storm'd at with shot and shell.  Boldly they rode and well.
Into the jaws of Death.  Into the mouth of Hell..."

Then a woman's voice chimed in from somewhere down in the front row.

Again, I could hear her just as clearly as she too spoke the poem, "Flash'd
all their sabres bare.  Flash'd as they turn'd in air.  Sabring the gunners
there.  Charging an army, while all the world wonder'd; Plunged in the
battery-smoke.  Right thro' the line they broke; Blue Coat and Gray.
Reel'd from the sabre stroke.  Shatter'd and sunder'd. Then they rode
back..."

An then the man continued where the woman left off, "Cannon to right of
them, Cannon to left of them, Cannon behind them.  Volley'd and thunder'd;
Storm'd at with shot and shell.  While horse and hero fell.  They that had
fought so well.  Came thro' the jaws of Death.  Back from the mouth of
Hell..."

I didn't recognize the poem at first but after some later thought, I placed
it as 'The Charge of the Light Brigade' by Alfred, Lord Tennyson.  Surely
it was not a poem that referenced this particular battle but hearing them
reciting it still managed to bring a tear to my eye.  An I wasn't the only
one brought to tears by the emotional performance.

I looked over to my Nephew and saw his tears streaming down his cheeks.  At
which point I put my arm around him and snuggled him close.  He looked up
at me, smiled and I wiped his eyes for him.  I was surprised to see him
overcome by emotion but I have to say it also warmed my heart.  It wasn't
often that Jacob showed this part of himself so openly.  He was almost
always the boy you'd see with a smile on his face and a song in his heart.
He danced to his own drum beat and loved it when men beat his drum.

That said, this was one of those rare moments when the song in his heart
was in tune with the world around him and the deep emotional vibes that
were sweeping over us, were reverberating within him.  I held him close and
together we watched as the reenactment continued.  The sound of rifle fire,
the smoke from cannons filled the air and through it all, men fell to their
death.

The bodies piled high along the ground as the amassed armies fought for
their opposing views.  One side wanting freedom for all and the other
demanding their right to enslave another.  Could this be a metaphor for
what was yet to come in our present day world?  The right vs. left, the
rich vs. poor, the free vs. a totalitarian ruler in the making.

I won't get political here but a part of me could easily draw comparisons
there on the battlefield to things happening in the here and now.  That
fact was no lost on me nor my Dad and Brother.  Each of them would would
later express their views on the present divisions in our country.  An if
we ever needed proof of those divisions, we only had to look around us at
the crowd of spectators.

There wasn't an African-American in sight nor were there any Hispanics or
even Asians.  We were surrounded by an ocean of white people.  Many with
their voices raised as they called for the south to rise again.  An others
waving Confederate flags in a show of force against the Union.  Not just
the union on the battlefield but the more perfect union that many of those
soldiers had died in pursuit of all those many years ago.

An as the battle drew to a close, the smoke cleared and the loses mounted;
It became clear that at least in this part of the south, the hate and
division had stood the test of time.  With the battle at and end, the
crowds began to disperse in preparation for the victory parade that would
come just hours later.  That's when the group of us got up from the
bleachers and headed towards the concession area.

There Mark bought Jacob and Alex something to eat; While my Dad and I
talked with Raul.  The man had apparently come with his motor home and had
parked it somewhere in the parking area but I hadn't seen it on the way in.

Nevertheless, he invited my Dad and Alex to come back with him and they
gladly jumped at the opportunity.  Before they left us, Mark and I told
them that if we didn't catch up with them later; That we would be taking
Jacob to Dipsticks to celebrate his birthday in a few hours.  I wasn't sure
if they'd want to meet us there or if they had other plans but given that
the cake and ice cream was back at our house and not at the bar; I assumed
they'd likely slip back home without spending much time at Dipsticks.

It wasn't that they didn't care for the place but they were really
home-bodies if you know what I mean.  They preferred to run around the
house naked and enjoyed each others company in the privacy that only our
home could provide.  Of course, Raul's motor home was an acceptable
substitute and since it was so close by, I had a feeling the three of them
would likely get up to some naughty fun before it was all said and done.

So with that, they headed off to do their thing; While Mark, Jacob and I
had ourselves some carny-food and walked around festival area.  There
wasn't all that much in the way of vendors this year but there some
interesting if not completely overpriced items for sale at the booths.
Jacob seemed to have a lot of fun pointing out different items to his Daddy
and Mark couldn't resist buying at least a couple of things.

I think he did it mostly to support the local vendors.  Although, I know
that when bought a pair of wooden swords, he did it just so he and Jacob
could sword fight in the middle of the field.  An that's exactly where they
ended up before too long.  I stood out there with my eyes trained on the
sky as I awaited the rain to start falling at any minute.

Thankfully it held off long enough for me to finish my elephant ear and
soda.  I don't know why but I just loved those big deep-fried doughy
treats.  Soon all that cinnamon and sugar had me ready to run around to
burn off all the calories.  I ran right up to Mark, snatched the wooden
sword from his hands and stared smacking it against Jacob's.

The two of us played around for a good couple of minutes, before someone
came over to tell us to stop.  I'm not sure who they were but from the way
they acted, you'd have thought we were putting on a better show than the
reenactors or something.  Which made little sense, since that was all over
but we had inadvertently drawn a small crowd of watchers of our own.
Mostly just bored teenagers of course but having them watching us got me to
laughing.

Shortly there after having our fun trampled on, the three of us stood
around bored as we tried to decide what we wanted to do next.  That's when
from out of nowhere the sound of a galloping horse caught our attention and
we turned to see a very large man in Confederate garb on horseback riding
towards us.

"Is that?  No, it can't be?  Bear?"  Mark thought out loud as the man
slowed his approach.

I couldn't believe my eyes but sure enough, there atop the horse was none
other than our friend Bear.  I had no idea that he'd taken part in the
reenactment but there he was, all dressed up in his gray uniform with the
markings of a general.

"Hey boys!"  He called out as he rode up along side the three of us, "Ain't
it your birthday?"

Hearing that, Jacob smiled back at him and said, "Yup!"

"Well, happy birthday."  Bear said, "How 'bout you hop on up here and I'll
give you ride."

Without any hesitation, the boy handed Mark his sword and Bear leaned down
to lift him up and onto the horse.

"Whoa, this is awesome!"  Jacob said as he took his position in front of
the man.

"You ain't seen nothing yet."  Bear said and with a kick of his heals the
horse took off running, "Hiyah!"

An with that, the two of them rode off into the battlefield, leaving Mark
and I to stand and watch.

"Did you know Bear was gonna be here?"  I asked.

To which Mark replied, "Maybe..."

"Maybe?"  I asked with a smirk, "An you didn't think to tell me?"

"Nah, it was supposed to be a surprise."  He said and playfully used his
wooden sword to play footsie with the one I was holding.

It was cute I admit and just subtle enough that no one noticed.  That
brought a smile to my face and the two of us began to walk out into the
battlefield.  I didn't know where we were going but Mark apparently had
some clue as he was instinctually leading the way.

As luck would have it, we'd almost made it into the middle of the field
when the rain inevitably began to fall.  It was a drizzle at first but the
further we walked the harder it began to come down.  Soon we were caught in
a full on rain shower with nowhere to run.  An yet, running is exactly what
we did.

We ran towards the deep woods; Where a tent could be seen sticking out from
behind the high brush and trees.  There was smoke in the air as we drew
nearer and it smelled oddly enough like barbecue; Possibly chicken or ham.
The two of us pushed our way through the underbrush and found the large
white tent with a horse tied up out front.

Thinking it must have been the horse Bear had ridden away on, we stepped up
to it and I pet it slowly as not to startle it.  That's when I looked just
passed it and noticed the source of the smoke.  It was coming from a fire
pit and there hanging over the flames was a steal rack for roasting.

I hadn't had more than a few seconds to look it over, before I heard the
sound of moaning come from inside the tent.  That's when Mark and I raised
our wooden swords and approached the entrance.  The two of looked like a
couple of poorly dressed musketeers as he pulled back the flaps of the tent
door and slipped inside.

That's where we found my Nephew Jacob, laying bare ass naked on a table
with a group of Confederate soldiers in uniform sitting around him.  There
were plates of food on the table as well and some of the men were eating
freshly roasted chicken; While others couldn't help but feel the boys'
naked body.

I think Mark and I nearly panicked as the sight of our boy laying there on
his back with his legs spread and a smile on his face.  Surely not all
these men were willing to accept or participate in the molestation of a
young boy?

I was about to ask what was going on, when Bear; Who was standing at the
end of the table, between Jacob's legs, turned to us and said, "'Bout time
you two showed up."

That's when Marked asked, "Um, wow, um, what's going on?"

An Bear responded by placing his hand on Jacob's leg and said, "Your little
birthday boy here wanted himself a private history lesson."

"Yeah?"  Mark asked, "Maybe I should'a paid better attention in school;
Because I sure don't remember studying this chapter in American History..."

That's when one of the other men looked to us and said, "Not every moment
in American History makes it's way into the history books.  Some are too
dark, lured and perverse for even the greatest historians to mention."

Then another man said, "But like all die-hard history buffs us reenactors
aspire to recreate history in exacting detail, no matter how dark that
history may be.  Some of the most interesting characters from our past are
the ones with the darkest most sinister back stories."

An then Bear said, "Damn right.  You don't think I chose to the role of
Major General Patrick Cleburne for the title, did you?"

Not knowing who in the hell that even was, I looked around the gathered men
in hopes that one of them would fill me in.

Thankfully one did and he said, "Cleburne was quite literally the most
notorious of homosexuals serving in the Confederate army.  Though it's
often disputed by historians, his lured past digressions were detailed in
many letters back home to his bear of a wife."

Hearing that, Bear nodded proudly, stuck out his chest and felt his way up
Jacob's supple body to his hairless smooth boy cock.  The boy moaned softly
at the man's touch and before we knew it another two men had reached out to
join him in fondling my Nephew.

Then the man who had began telling us about the General continued by
saying, "In one such letter, while he was stationed in Virginia; Cleburne
told his wife that he'd slept with one of the many 'boy-girls' who were
nothing more than drummer boys dressed in drag."

"Some of them little fellas weren't much older than Jacob here.  Most were
younger though, on a count of that made them easier to transport on
horseback.  A soldier could toss 'em on the back of his saddle and ride him
around the battlefield with ease."  Bear said as he reached down with one
hand and unbuttoned the pants of his uniform.

This came as a signal to the men of his regimen that it was time to strip
and get down to business.  Though most of the men weren't the sort to rape
a boy, there was no raping the willing in this tent as Jacob laid back and
reached out for the cocks that were soon presented to him.  Mark and I
watched in awe as our horny little boy was put to use, right there on the
table, surrounded by a half-dozen horny Confederate soldiers.

Our eyes were trained not only on Jacob but also at the range of both cut
and uncut cocks that were now in need of servicing.  An being the
able-bodies homosexuals that we were, we laid down our wooden swords and
took to joining the boy in handling up on some raw manhood.  We each took
our position in front of a man and went to sucking them as we listened to a
few of them discussing the even dark side of history.

The man for whom I was actively sucking, looked to Jacob and said, "Mind
you, it wasn't all drummer boys and drag queens neither.  To the victor go
the spoils and that included little boys."

"Mmhmm, you got that right."  Bear said, "When them little turn-tails got
caught, Mamma and Daddy got shot and them boys got worse."

Then the man for whom Mark was eagerly sucking and stroking, turned to my
guy and said, "They'd drag them little Union boys back to the camps; Where
they'd be stripped and made to service the men in every which way."

That's when Mark turned to me and said, "Who knew history could be so
perverse?"

I pulled the man's cock from my lips and replied, "I'm guessing these horny
fuckers know all to well."

Then I shoved the hard shaft back into my mouth and resumed sucking on his
long foreskin; While I massaged his hairy balls.  An although it was
exciting slobbering all over a random strangers knob whilst his friends
watched, the smell of his cologne was making me want to gag a little.  It
was pretty overpowering as I'm guessing he must have doused himself with it
before coming to work that day.

Nevertheless, I kept on sucking him until completion; At which he shot a
heavy load down my throat and I swallowed every hot drop, before allowing
him free from my lips.  After which, I turned to Mark and placed a kiss on
his lips, before joining him in licking the cock of the man he was
servicing.

Although, our join sucking didn't last long; Because there were others
seeking a mouth to fuck and another man tapped me on the shoulder to get my
attention.  That's when I turned around and welcomed another throbbing hard
member into my mouth.  This one was a bit longer than the first and not as
easy to deep-throat but at least there was no cologne to contend with.

While I took to sucking him, the previous man returned to his seat at the
table and said to Jacob, "Back in those days it could be quite brutal and
it wasn't all that uncommon for a little boy to be taken by any number of
men in one night, forcibly sodomized by all and it repeated until he
passed.  An all that simply for being on the opposing side.  Some say the
gang-rape the boys suffered was the most violent and depraved action taken
during the war.  It was downright brutal and often bloody."

Of course the man had no way of knowing just how my Nephew might react to
the before mentioned depictions of violent man/boy sex and I'm sure he was
trying to be careful not to scare him too much. That's probably why he
decided to close his history lesson on a lighter note.

"Now don't get the idea that it was all forced sex and married men cheating
on their wives.  No siree.  there were a good number of boys who later
switched sides to become full-time sexual partners to the abusive
soldiers."  The man added, "Having a young boy as one's lover became a
symbol of high status and they could be found tending the beds of many
captains and generals on both sides by the end of the war."

It was at that moment, Bear brought his thick cock to bear and rubbed the
head of it across Jacob's puckered hole as he laid on the table with his
legs in the air.

"Mmmmm, I wouldn't mind having him tending my bed."  Bear said with a
smile, before pressing the tip harder against the boys' opening.

"Ohhhmmm!  Mmmmm!"  Jacob moaned and the gathered men watched as he boy
accepted the man's thick 6" cut cock.

Luckily for Jacob, Bear hadn't had the opportunity to pump it up yet and so
it wasn't quite as difficult for him to take as it otherwise might have
been.  Nonetheless, it was still thick enough to bring tears to the boys'
eyes and that brought grins to all the men's faces.

"That's a good boy, give your ass to the General."  One man said.

"Fucking give him hell, Sir."  Said another.

An with such encouragement from those horny men, who was Bear to disappoint
them?  Indeed, he not disappoint and Mark and I both finished sucking off
our perspective men just in order to watch our old buddy pound the boys'
ass.  It was hot to see Jacob taking that fat old cock with a smile on his
face and tears in his eyes; While we all watched and encouraged it.

I don't think I could ever tire of watching Bear fuck my Nephew.  They were
simply an incredibly hot pairing.  One young and the other old, one
hairless and the other hairy, one skinny and the other fat, but most
importantly one had a little boy hole and the other had a fat cock.  Not to
mention, the sight of those unique set of super low hanging balls as they
swung wildly as he thrust in and out of the boy.

An I know Jacob really loved the feel of them slapping him in the ass.
He'd mentioned on numerous occasions how great that felt and this
particular fuck session was sure to be one of his personal favorites.

"Ohhhmm!  Ahhh!  Ohhhmm!  Mmmmm!  Harder!  Ohhh!  Harder!  Mmmmmmm!"  Jacob
moaned.

"He's a horny little fucker, ain't he?"  One man commented, "He must have
one lucky man in his life keeping that boy pussy in shape."

That brought a proud smile to Mark's face and I couldn't help but smile
along with him.  I'm guessing the men didn't know how we were related to
Jacob, since the topic hadn't come up.  To them we were nothing more than a
couple of fags who had wandered into their tent on a rainy afternoon.  An
speaking of rain, it was coming down hard outside by this time.

We could hear it pounding on the material of the tent as we listened to
Bear's balls pounding on Jacob's puckered-hole.  I suppose it must have
been the rain that kept anyone else from venturing out to the tent that
afternoon.  Because I tell you, I kept waiting for someone to come walking
through the door but it never happened.

Nope, as luck would have it no one interrupted the boys' private birthday
fuck session.  It was almost as if the entire thing had been rearranged or
something.  A fact that was not lost on me as I watched Bear draw closer to
orgasming.

Soon his hairy balls were drawing up tighter and slapping against Jacob's
ass with a loud clapping sound.

An then came the moans and groans of the man's orgasmic eruption,
"Fuckkkkk!  Ohhh!  Ohhhmmmm!  Fuckkkkk!!  Aaauugghhmmmmm!!!!"

Bear's body shook and Jacob cried as the man's load of hot cum flooded his
young asshole.  The sight of him breeding the boy swept over the the crowd
of men like a wave as their eyes widened and their cocks throbbed.

After the man had unleashed his load, he eased himself back out of the
boys' ass and the torrent of cum oozed out all over the ground.  What was
left between his spread cheeks, his Daddy quickly moved in to lick up and
the men watched as Mark tongue-fucked his little boy clean.

Then he planted a kiss on his Son's lips and stepped back to offer his
young ass to the next man to take.  An from that point on, each of the men
took a turn on Jacob's ass.  He laid back and took them all like the proud
little cum-dumpster he was too.  An I think that made the whole experience
all that much more enjoyable for the men.

Now I'm not sure how long we were in that tent but I do know that by the
time we were ready to make our departure, the rain had stopped and the sun
had begun to set.  Oh and not to mention, Jacob had taken so many loads up
his ass by then, that his Daddy had to shove some napkins up his little
poop-chute to keep it all from running out of him; While he helped the boy
to get dressed.

Of course, just because he was dressed didn't mean he was finished for the
day.  Oh no, this was just the start of the fuck-fest for my horny little
Nephew.  As you might know, it had become a ritual for the boy to get
fucked and seeded by as many men as possible on his birthday.  An keeping
with tradition, Mark and I had scheduled a proper gang-bang for him at
Dipsticks for later that evening.

What I didn't know at the time, however, was that Mark had also had a hand
in arranging the gathering in the tent.  Apparently he and Bear had worked
the whole thing out in advance and even Jacob had been in on the surprise
the whole time.  Which is why he'd been dropping hints about wanting to
attend the reenactment in the days prior.

I felt like such an idiot for not connecting the dots sooner but oh well, I
knew I was still going to have the last laugh once we got to the bar.  You
see, although Mark had helped plan the gang-bang, he had no idea how
extreme it was going to get or who all was invited.

So with that in mind, I had a smile on my face the whole way back to the
car.  Once there, the three of us got in and I pulled out onto the main
road for the drive to Dipsticks.  It was a relatively short drive from the
battlefield and we actually arrived a little ahead of schedule.

Knowing we'd be there later into the night, I pulled us around back to
park; While Mark headed inside to let us in.  The two of us got out of the
car and approached the backdoor; Where we waited for Mark to come and open
it for us.

During which time I put my arm around my Nephew and said, "You ready to get
the shit fucked out of you?"

To which he nodded and replied, "Like, duh Uncle James.  It's all I wanted
for my birthday.  Hehe!"

That brought a smile to my face and I leaned down to kiss him.  I don't
think I have to tell you just how much I love that boy.  His willingness to
be fucked by so many men and all just for the fun of it, really made me
proud of him.  He reminded me so much of myself at his age.  Only where I
had to rely on my Dad to provide me the opportunities to get fucked; Jacob
merely had to suggest it and his Daddy and I would go out of our way to
make sure he got the fucking he desired.

We were still standing there kissing when the backdoor opened and Mark
stuck his head out to see if we were there.

He took one look at us and said jokingly, "Oh sorry, I'll come back
later..."

At which point, Jacob and I both looked up and started laughing.

Then Mark let us in and we stepped through into the glowing red lit room
that was the filthy backroom of the bar.

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