Date: Sun, 28 Dec 2008 14:57:29 -0800 (PST) From: Charles Rascal Subject: Drinking My Little Boy's Load, Part Two Afer each of the young Christian teens fucked my 10-year-old son, they reluctantly removed their slimy cocks and walked immediately to Alex who smiled at them, reached for the boy's cock, and began licking and licking it, his tongue cleaning not only their cock but their pubic hair, wet with sweat and cum (either that boy's or one of his buddy's, or both, impossible to tell by the time my son had been fucked so many times), and their balls, so damp and so tasty that Alex could be heard, murmuring "Ummmm!" I could hardly take my eyes off the boys fucking my son Darren, tied up, gagged, wearing the leather jock strap, as he was positioned, his tiny boy ass up in the air, while the teenage boys held on to him and rammed their cocks inside his ass, each of them getting off inside of him two times, waiting their turns, impatiently, but I would pull away to watch Alex cleaning up the latest boy, his cock rock hard, after one hard, sweaty, "Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Darren, take this, bitch! Take this" kind of fuck, even after two fucks, as Alex went from cleaning to servicing, after the second time the boy with the hard, wet, dripping cock came up to him, and, suddenly, the boy would reach for the wall for support as his mouth dropped open, he made a silent gasp, and pumped his third load of the evening into Alex's mouth. Sometimes, almost hard to believe, there was so much cum that it ran out of Alex's mouth and down his chin. Another boy, waiting his turn, would quickly lick it off of Alex's face and kiss him and kiss his buddy on his cock, then stand, frowning with the impatience of a 13-year-old, which he was,wanting to be taken care of by his Bible study teacher. Finally, the last boy had had his second fuck, Alex had cleaned up each boy two times, and my son was still clueless as to who had fucked him or how many different cocks had been inside him, but I knew he would be counting. This was, as far as I knew, a record number of times he had been fucked at one session. I know Alex had had a couple of buddies over one night when Darren had slept over and they each had fucked him once, then a hey-what-the-hell, he's-here-he's-queer, let's pound him again kind of high-fiving, and they mounted him a second time, or so I was told, and Alex's 10-year-old son had confined himself to a 69 with his best friend, so the cocks inside my son's ass were a total of three, times two. Darren had been so excited about that evening that he could not wait to tell me about it. When Alex dropped him off the next morning, so we could get ready to go to church, Darren had run into the house, jumping up and down in excitement. "Daddy, I got fucked six times! Six!!" "Damn, did Alex manage that?" "No, Daddy, he had two friends come over. They said they knew you - a black guy named Ray and a white guy named, uh, what was his name, oh, yeah, Al. Man, they are both hung like you, Daddy! I am so full of cum right now, even though Alex sucked on my asshole afterward and licked me up and down my legs. But, if you want, I bet you could get some more cum out of me if you want some breakfast before we go to church!" I readily agreed and took a hold of my little boy's hand and led him up the stairs. I stripped him naked, slipped off my bathrobe, and held him in my arms, our hard cocks rubbing against one another. "Turn around," I said, and lay him gently on my bed, so that his legs reached toward the floor. He was too young to reach all the way yet, but his butt, the object of my desire, was right there. I got on my knees on the floor, using my robe as padding, and gently spread his cheeks apart and licked him inside his butt, then sucked, gently, then harder and harder, on his hole. I inserted my tongue inside that hole that was obvioulsy well used recently, and managed to taste some cum, but there wasn't much to get. "Here, let's try this."I lay down on my back and told him to squat over me. This way, gravity might help - and it did. Sucking hard on his hole now brought out a little more of the cum and I smiled as I thought of eating the cum from three different men, all mixed up together inside my little boy's ass. I spent a few more minutes sucking and licking Darren who showed his appreciation by leaning down and jacking me, then going down on me, causing me to give up a load, even though I'd been out late the night before, since he was gone, and had picked up a very willing boy at the convenience store over on Millington Road, a popular place for boys to hang out if they wanted a good ass pounding. And, that I provided, to one boy, two times, in the back of my van, first making out with him and going into a 69, so that I could taste his groin, none too clean but, god, so very tasty, and feed him my big cock, showing him what was going to be shoved up his ass in a few minutes' time. "Mister," the kid said, "I don't know if I can take this or not. It's so big!" But, he did, and he did so, happily, saying over and over, "Thank you, Daddy" and "Daddy, I needed this, thank you, thank you," and cuddled up with me after the first fuck, and snuggled and whispered, "That's the biggest one I've ever had." I didn't care if he were flattering me or telling the truth. I liked hearing that and soon mounted him again, shooting another impressive load of cum deep into the boy's ass. Lots of kisses, snuggles, cleaning him up, refusing to give him back his dirty briefs which I kept as a "souvenir," and a pat on the butt and he was out of the van, smiling back at me, as he went inside to take a piss. At our church, seated in the pew where we always sat, with me all the way in, up against the wall, by one of the stained-glass windows, and Darren right up against me, no matter if there were others in the pew and we had to squeeze in or whether we were alone, he made sure he pushed himself into me, so that we were conscious of each other's bodies, our legs touching, and, sometimes, my arm around him, gently touching his right shoulder, but careful not to begin caressing him. He would lean his head against my shoulder, almost in a position we liked in bed, something we both thought of instead of listening to the Scriptures being read or the sermon being preached. And, although I cautioned him to be careful, he would slowly look around (we at in the last row, so as not to worry about people being behind us), he would slide his hand over to gently squeeze my crotch, finding my growing cock, and massage it, under the hymnals, not able to leave me alone. I stared straight ahead, focusing on a picture of Jesus at the front of the church, or staring at the backs of the heads of boys his age and a little older, thinking of how they wold look just like that if I got the opportunity to lie them on my bed, on their stomachs, and mount them (as some of their fathers did), seeing only the backs of their heads, licking and sucking on those beautiful white or black necks, sticking my tongue in their ears, sucking on thier earlobes, as their fathers did. I would be rock-hard, much to the delight of Darren, who would give me an extra squeeze and look up at me and smile, thinking his eager, experienced fingers had brought about a raging hard-on. Well, it was his work, plus the fantasy about a boy two or three rows in front of me, the back of his head an erotic "invitation" to lay him down, naked, and mount him, leaving my seed deep inside of him, in the very space where his father's cock, no doubt, made a daily visit. I imagined, probably rightly so, that, as we sat there, his father's cum was slowly dripping out of his ass, into some tissue in his underwear, to keep the mom/wife from having any idea. It wouldn't do for her to find a pair of her little boy's white briefs in the laundry and see some recognizable cum spots where his asshole would have been. On this particular morning, we were elated to find that Alex's group was singing two hymns before the sermon, and we stared at them in awe, especially at the group of them who had fucked Darren and who would now become his regular fuck-buds, whether at Alex's house or ours, or, as we discovered later, in the church basement, in the toilet, with Darren sitting on the boys' cocks while they sat on the jon, their pants around their ankles, their shirts pulled up, and Darren facing them, kissing them passionately as they moved his small body up and down on their long, super-hard cocks, sliding in and out, up and down, in the now-familiar asshole of my 10-year-old son, naked, sweating, moaning, giving the boys tongue, sucking on their tongue he pulled into his mouth, hard sucking, as he so readily and expertly took it up the ass, whispering, when they paused in their kissing, "Oh, Jesus!" but a very different meaning than what was said upstairs in the sanctuary by the minister. Sometimes, as I walked up to the jon to watch my son get fucked, so harshly sometimes, it was almost more like rape, although both were very willing, very loving partners, it was just that a 13- or 14-year-old fag with a young boy's ass, warm and wet and tight, squeezing his cock, was too much for him - you had to expect him to get a bit rough, a bit of a hurry, yet never, never wanting to cum, wanting it to last forever. Sometimes, as I walked up, I could hear things like, "I love you, Darren," said with such sweet tones, albeit with a gaspy voice, panting out the words, or you could hear one of them say, "Suck my tits, bitch," or "Lick me, lick me, lick every bit of me you can reach, you little 4th-grade cunt!" Both of their bodies glistened with sweat. It was amazing that the non-Alex cunts in the group never caught on, even when the Alex boys were a long time in the toilet (fortunately, there were two available in the basement). It made me proud, so proud that sometimes I'd stand in the doorway, smile at the boy, Darren with his back to me, and I would unzip my pants, remove my cock, a challenge as it was already very hard, and jack off on to the teenager's face, my cum flying through the air, barely missing Darren who would exclaim, "What the fuck!" and turn to me (he wouldn't know until then whether it was Alex, or one of the other boys overcome with the moment, or good ol' Dad) and break out in a big grin. The teenager would lick what he could around his mouth, but there would be globs of cum on his eyebrows, on his forehead, on his ear, and poor Darren, desperate to eat it and lick his boyfriend at the same time, couldn't reach far enough, as the boy was holding him back so he could see Darren's beautiful, tiny, smooth body, his cock hard and erect, ready to soon shoot its own load all over the boy, unless one of the other boys, with permission, scooted up close to them and began to give Darren head, really driving him crazy, and another boy might, almost as a tease, but also as an act of pure enjoyment, become the third teen to partake of Darren, kissing him on the lips, licking Darren's lips first, then slowly making love to his mouth with his mouth, and then unzip his own church pants and let Darren taste, once again, the sweat and then the load of jizz from this particular boy. The moans from Darren turned to growls, guttural sounds of passion, as he was fucked, sucked, and tongue kissed and sucking, all at the same time, by three of his favorite young lovers, all of whom would be standing, the next Sunday, in their suits and ties, at the front of the church, sometimes their cocks still damp from being in one of the other's guys asses, or their own ass dripping cum into some TP tucked into their butt cracks and more resting along the back of their briefs, as Alex had been unable to behave, and had bent one over the desk in his office in the basement, the door locked, and ground his cock into the boy's ass, just because he needed to get his rocks off yet one more time, even though we all knew he'd fucked the bejeezus out of his own 10-year-old son for at least an hour before they rushed to the shower to get ready for rehearsal before church. Alex was a pig. I was a pig. And our sons were piglets, we loved to call them. And the teenage Christian boys, spending time on thier knees for all sorts of reasons, having "religious experiences" of all kinds, were definitely young pigs. I stared at Marcus, the one black boy in Alex's group, one who had tasted my son and fucked him , but who had not yet had sex with me. Marcus, I decided, was going to be my next conquest. Just then, Darren gave me an extra squeeze, and in a strange coincidence, leaned over and whispered to me during the singing, "Daddy, when are you going to give it to Marcus? He's so, so hot. I loved eating his ass. He wasn't very clean, but I liked that!" I smiled down at my piglet and jerked my cock so that it was jumping while Darren was touching it. He giggled and released his hand, so we could stand to sing a hymn together. Fortunately, I had had the foresight to tuck my cock downwards in my briefs, so I was not tenting my good suit, although there was a nice-enough bulge that Darren alone could see and he glanced down at me and, on my side of him, licked his lip back and forth, before turning to the front of the church and singing the praises of God.