Date: Wed, 28 Apr 2021 22:45:22 +0000 From: ChubbyHank Subject: Felix Boy Part Nine Gay Incest Felix Boy Part Nine Be sure to donate to Nifty! M/M/b Incest During the week, I masturbated over Merle, wondering what he was doing and how maybe we could go about moving our lives closer together. I also had that random urge to go to the park to expose myself and maybe play with a few new men. I always loved public playtime and seeing new cocks, and having new fun. I drove out to a mostly deserted and quiet set of back trails wearing my cruising shorts and a tank top. Every so often, I pulled my cock out as I walked and flipped it up and down, giving anyone there a quick chance to look at it. I went into the little clearing where the picnic table was, and I sat on the top. Usually, a good time could be found around, under, on this picnic table, and I know I've been on my back or on my knees a few dozen times here. I sat and waited when quite the surprise appeared. It was Wallace, a man whose cock has been in me more than a few times. Good guy, well-groomed, good cock, and kind. He'd been to my house for a few all-male parties even. Who was with him was the surprise--a young boy, maybe a year older than Felix, not more than two. Tan with curly dark hair, slightly pudgy, in shirt and shorts, just beautiful. They paused hesitantly at the entrance, peering in. Wallace saw it was me and raised his eyebrows and smiled, waving at me. He urged the boy forward, and together they came over to the table. "Hey Wallace," I said. "Hello, Chris. Good to see you." Wallace gave that winning smile. "I'm glad to find you here." "And who is this charmer?" "This," Wallace said, putting his fingertips to the boy's shoulders, "is Milo." The boy smiled but didn't say a word. His grin was genuine and geeky, maybe a hint of a blush. "I can't apologize for Milo not speaking," Wallace said. "He can speak well, but he only speaks rarely and only to certain people." "Is this the best place for such a cute young man, Wallace?" "Well, Milo is quite a special boy, and I wanted to help him see some sights, peek in on a few special friends of mine, see what he might like... and here you are." "I'm honored to meet a special boy. Is there something you want to see?" The boy smiled and blushed bright red, looking away. He looked back and nodded. "Young Milo has confessed to me," Wallace said, stroking the boy's shoulders, "and indeed I've caught him at it, that he's had a few escapades of showing off his wonderful privates and how he likes the attention of other men and boys." "Have you now?" Milo nodded. "I loved doing that myself as a boy." Milo gave that `you did?' look with his beautiful, dark eyes. "I did. I would take off my clothes almost anywhere. I love exposing myself to boys, to men... well, really to anyone!" "It's fun!" Milo said barely at a whisper. Wallace did a little gasp. "Oh, he likes you!" "I like him," I said. "He's adorable. Have you two..." "Oh no," Wallace said. "I've only seen him playing naked in the field down his street having a wonderful time. We've had some long talks, and here we are. I want him to see real men expressing themselves without shame doing what they like to do. Kind of keep him safe while having some good fun." I put my hand between my legs and started playing with my cock and balls through my shorts. Milo was all eyes, watching me with great attention. "Out here, Milo, special men will come out here and play in the ways they like. Some just watch, some will let anyone do things to them; it just depends." I spread my legs even more. "However, you do have to be careful showing off the special place between your legs because it can get you in trouble. Not everyone appreciates it." Milo frowned a bit, looking down, and Wallace leaned forward. "Come to find with our frank discussions," Wallace said, "he's been in trouble over it, but we've learned that we pick our times for being naked and naughty and who we do it with so we don't get in trouble. Out here, everyone expects men to be naughty and naked." "Yes, but boys aren't usually out here. You could get in trouble without Wallace with you." Milo nodded with a look at his feet. "But I know you're a special boy, and special boys know to be secret, to be safe." Milo smiled up at me, my hand still between my legs. "Have you ever had a penis in your mouth?" I asked the boy. He smiled that blushing smile and gave a shake of his head, no. "You think that's something you would like?" He looked at Wallace. "It's okay. You can talk to Chris like you would talk to me about our special stuff." I could see Wallace also had a heavy pouch going on in his shorts. "I'd like to try," the boy said very quietly, putting his fingers into the edges of the leg of his shorts. "I've seen pictures. I like to try for real." "Oh, the internet steals the innocence so quickly these days," Wallace said. "What else do you like?" "I want to put my face there. I want to hug really hard. I'm not sure," Milo said with a giggle. "I like that stuff too. I like big men, and I like little boys like you." He frowned at that. Huh. "What's your favorite movies?" "Star Wars." "Oh, yes, a favorite!" Wallace sat to the side, watching in that intent way he liked to do. "You like Luke Skywalker? Han Solo?" He frowned again and shook his head no before looking up at me and saying barely above a whisper, "I like Rey." "Rey! Oh, she's a good one. Strong and tough!" Milo smiled, positively glowing. Now we're getting to something, I thought. I put my hands out to him and drew him in closer. I slid off the top of the table and onto the bench. "I can see why you'd like her. How fun it would be to pretend. Special boys can be whatever they want and have the kind of fun they want. While I like boys and men, I also like women and girls. There's something to be found in everyone." "Really?" "Sure, I like your dark hair," I said, cupping his head lightly. I ran my hands down his arms. "I like the tan skin you have. I can never get so beautifully tan." "I'm always like this!" I turned him a bit. I ran my hand over his chest. "I really like a little girl's beautiful titties," I cupped his breast and lightly held them with a slight squeeze, "like yours." Milo gasped and jumped forward. He turned about with a bright smile, clutching at his chest. "You think my boobs are beautiful?" "Oh, honey, they are." He raced in for a hug and then turned about, his hands to his chest. He stepped back up to me, and I played with his fat titties. A girl wouldn't have tits like that at his age, but he had a pair of nice man boobs going on as a slightly heavy boy. "I love your cute little boobies," I said, pinching slightly at where his nipples poked ever so slightly up against the material of his shirt. Milo was in heaven. He was a little girl having her titties played with. Wallace winked at me and gave me a puckered kiss in the air. Milo stroked his hands over the top of mine at his breast. My hands soon slipped on down. "I like a girl's belly button," a scratch there getting a good giggle, "and I like a girl's pretty hips," and I set my hand on his hips. I moved my hand to his bottom, and he gasped. "A girl's bottom is special too." Milo turned about and preened. "And between her legs is the most special thing of all." Milo pulled up his stretchy shorts by the waistband, dividing his balls as he pulled up the fabric. It could look like a sweet, young pussy. "What do you have there?" I asked. "Those your puffy lips and the slit between?" Milo nodded at me with a big smile. "You know what the little bump at the top is?" "It's my clitoris!" he laughed behind his hand with a big blush. "Yes! And it feels so good to play with, right?" He nodded and put his finger to where his balls were divided by the fabric. "You have such pretty lips on your pretty pussy!" I said, eyeing Wallace nearly jerking off openly. He was such a voyeur. Milo ran his finger down the divide of his testicles. "There are two little lips inside!" he said. "And it's where my pee hole is hidden!" "That's right. What else is there?" "My vagina! It's where things go inside!" "I bet it's lovely to play with!" Milo nodded and rubbed at himself. His little boy cock was making a hard tent in his shorts. "Have you had anything put inside your vagina?" He frowned at that and shook his head no. "I can't put anything into my vagina." "Well, while you're a boy, you should know a secret." "What?" "Boys might not have a vagina, but they do have a pussy. It can be as fun to play with and to stick things in as a girl's vagina." I ran my hand over his rump. "It's their little boy hole back here!" "Really?" "Yes! You keep it clean and treat it nicely, and it will be your best friend. It loves to have things put inside, especially fingers and not just yours! It also loves good kisses and having a penis inside like your cutie vagina does!" "I didn't know!" "Well, now you do! It's yours to explore." Milo put his hands to his bottom. "You know what else I like to do around pretty little girls like you?" "What?" "I like to expose myself. Should I expose myself to you?" With a cute blush, Milo nodded quickly. I lifted my butt up and slipped my fingers into my shorts. I pushed them down over my legs, keeping my legs together as much as possible. Off the end of my feet, they came, and I tossed them aside. Milo watched them go. "Now, sweetie, take a look!" I spread my legs for her, my cock as hard as it could be, my balls nicely full and hanging. I started stroking it for the little girl. "See?" Milo nodded, stepping forward. "This is how a man plays with himself. My penis gets really hard and really big when I see a cutie like you, and I just have to play with it. Look at my dark hair." "It's really furry!" I pulled off my shirt, revealing my very furry chest. My cock was making slick, sticky sounds as it dripped clear, sweet juice. "My balls are big, huh?" I loved making him look between my legs and tell me how he liked what he saw. "It feels so good playing with myself out here with a sweet girl like you watching me." "I am a girl. I am!" Milo pulled at his breasts, and then one hand would go between his legs, and his fingers would play like he was teasing his little clitty and slipping along his little wet slit. "You've seen how older girls play with themselves?" Milo nodded with a blush. "I saw them rub at themselves on daddy's computer. I learned how to make my clitoris feel really good." "I'll bet! Would you like to do one naughty thing out here?" Milo nodded and turned around. He pulled his shorts down over his rump and let me get a look at his plump, wonderful little boy butt. Milo was so cute showing it off for me. He pulled his shorts back up. "Anything else?" He gave me a silent blushing no. "That's a lot for him," Wallace said quietly. "And well-done, sweetie," I said as I kept stroking. Milo stood closer between my legs, so I spread them wider, tempting him to move in closer. "You know I also have a special little boy, my nephew Felix. Felix and his dad and my boyfriend like to have special nights just for special boys," and with a wink, "and girls. We have a very special naked time just for ourselves. Felix is a little younger than you, but he loves to show off and play just like you and me!" "Really?" "Yes, and Friday a week is our next time altogether. You want to come?" "Can I?" he asked Wallace excitedly. "This is at your home?" he asked. "Yes, with Merle and Felix and his dad, Danny. It's a lot of naked balls and butts and fun." "Oh, I think we should, don't you, Milo?" "Yes! I want to!" "Great! You remember where I am over there?" "I'll never forget your parties! Of course, I know where you are!" Wallace took Milo's hand. "We've got to move on, but we'll see you next Friday!" I stopped stroking as Milo leaned in for a hug. I saw where my juice got on his shirt as he pulled away. Off they went, and I did my best to cool down, gathering my clothes, hoping another regular would show up, and eventually one did, stretching my hole so good I had to pee on myself before I shot a huge load. ... That Saturday, I picked Merle up to go do his errands. Once in the car and driving away, he had his hand on me, rubbing my crotch. I put my hand over his, pressing it down slightly. "I love you, Chris," he said with that big goofy smile. "I love you too, Merle," I said back. "I like your big penis," Merle said with a chuckle. "It's your penis." "All mine?" "It's yours to play with whenever you want," I said with a laugh. "Whenever?" "Whenever... well... within reason, of course..." "I want to play with it." I pulled over and unzipped my pants, and shucked them down. "There you go, buddy. Play with my dick all you want." He grabbed the fat shaft and stroked me until my precum had my cock and his hand slick and sticky. I drove while he pulled and played with it, even bending his head down to it to suck my purple, leaking head. When we arrived, I parked and rubbed his head. "We're here. We got to straighten up to go in." He looked up at me, grinning with my fat cock head between his lips. He sat up and let me get my pants up, and my big dick tucked away. "What if I want it in the store?" "Within reason..." I said with a chuckle and a wink. In no hardware store ever have I had my crotch held and fondled as much as I did that day. He was so happy having my balls in his hand through my jeans as we gathered what we needed. "I like how your balls feel in my hand," he whispered to me with a chuckle as he palmed my crotch. "They love the attention from such a handsome man..." I said to him. He blushed and let my crotch go, keeping that happy look on his face. On our way to the car, he got right beside me. "Take my dick out," he said. "My dick or your dick?" He touched my leg and pointed with his finger at my crotch. "Take my dick out." I handed him the bag of stuff I bought, and I unzipped and hauled my hard cock out for him. "He likes to go for a walk on the outside," Merle said. "Yes, he does," I agreed. In the car, he bent over me and sucked me like a freight train. I pulled it free from his mouth. "My dick!" "We got one more stop, and I want to save my cum," I said, rubbing his nearly bald head. "Okay." Merle sat up and wiped at his mouth. "My balls are really full right now." "Mine too, buddy, mine too." "I love you, Chris." He leaned over and laid his head on my shoulder, and put his hand between my legs. "I love you too." I drove him to my favorite adult bookstore, Hammerstones. It had a little of everything for men who liked hard cocks and the men attached to them. "Have you ever been here?" I asked him. "A few times before when I was gay with another guy." "You're always gay, Merle," I said. "I can be real gay with guys, but only a little gay without them." "Okay," I grinned. "Let's go." We went inside, and Merle waved at the man at the counter who said hello. The man was wearing a tank top and jeans with heavy boots. "I gotta..." Merle muttered. "What?" Merle undid his belt, popped the button on his jeans, and unzipped them, leaving them wide open. I was kind of surprised at that, but I let him do what he wanted. Quickly, his jeans were sagging down over his butt, showing off his tighty whities. He tried to kiss me. I leaned into him and kissed him a good long smooch. This was one place in public we could really kiss like that. He patted my chest then thumped it with his loosely closed fist. "You want to be naughty, don't you?" He nodded his head. He had that steamy, seriously horny look. I knew he was ready to make something cum. We walked around looking at magazines and books, dildos and vibrators, his hand on my ass or grabbing my balls. He talked out loud about holding my balls and cock as he rubbed me and squeezed at me. He loved being naughty like this. He was so worked up. In view of the man at the counter, I put my hand between his legs and played with his nuts in his underwear, his pants sagging down to his thighs. "I know what might be fun," I said, leading Merle from display to display. I was looking for the cock rings as I thought he might like to have one. They were in the front display case. The man behind the counter moved to where we were not saying a word at Merle's hand on my ass on his pants, sagging halfway down his legs. "Let me know if you need to see something." "These go around your whole balls and dick?" Merle asked, putting his hand between his legs. "Yeah, buddy." "I like that big shiny one!" "It's great," the man said, stepping back a bit. "I'm wearing one like it right now. You want to try it?" Merle looked at me with a big `huh' face. I nudged him to go ahead. "Yes!" he said, clenching his fists excitedly. The man pulled it out for him, a big shiny chrome ring. It was fantastic, I had to say, and it would fit his frame and his massive dick for sure. Merle studied it with that gleam in his eye. He liked what he saw. "You want to try it on?" the man asked him. Merle looked at him. "Can I?" "Sure. You know how it works?" "No." "Here, let me show you." The man came around the counter and pulled at his fly, popping open the row of buttons there. He flopped a long, soft dick out. It hung over his balls, hanging low beneath. He was indeed wearing a similar ring which he managed to get off with a bit of effort. He opened the package for Merle and handed him the silver band. "Get your cock out," the man told him. Merle pushed his underwear down to his thighs with glee, his jeans now down to his knees. His meaty cock and that big, fleshy sack of balls plopped on display. Merle pushed his hips forward to show it off to the man. The man showed him how to get his cock and balls through the ring with ease. Merle followed what he did and had the ring in place, resting in his scant pubic hair. It really showed off that big dick swinging between his legs. "See? That's just perfect!" the man said, reaching between Merle's legs and hefting Merle's big balls in his hand. It fit snug and really made Merle's already huge package look even bigger and better. Merle stood there with mouth agape, his cock rapidly stiffening up, thrusting his hips out, he showed off that shiny ring around his groin. Soon the man stood there with a hard-on, sliding it alongside Merle's. "It looks good on a big dick like that," the man said. "I'll ring it up for you?" Merle nodded as precum began to drool from the slit in his cock head. "That's fine," I said. "We might get a couple of other things." "Sure." He left us, tucking his junk back into his jeans. You knew he was thinking, `that always works.' He's not wrong. A hands-on demonstration probably seals the deal most times. The next thing Merle spotted was the leather goods. He liked the wrist bands and the gauntlets, but a pair of wrist cuffs with a metal bit to connect them that he really became fascinated by. "What do those do?" he said, smelling them and squishing them together. "They're like handcuffs but sexier." "Oh! I see!" His eyes got that look. "Put them on me, daddy..." I looked up, the man at the counter smiling at us. "Well, kneel down... and put your hands behind your back." He complied, and I bent down and cuffed his wrists. They were adorable. I liked the way they felt as I pulled them tight about his wrists. Then I linked them together, and he was caught. He looked up at me as best he could. "Oh, daddy..." He leaned his head down to the floor and had his butt up in the air, his hands still in place behind his back. I pulled up on his arms, and he moaned. "Oh, be angry, daddy. I want to be bad..." I looked at the man at the counter, and we smiled at each other. I pulled up on his arms and pulled at the cuffs. "You like that, Merle?" I asked him. "Oh yes..." His lips trembled, and he spread his knees. I reached under him and groped him as the man came back over to us. He put the sole of his boot on the side of Merle's face. "Daddy, he's so angry with me..." came Merle's muffled voice. I pulled the back of Merle's underpants down further to his knees. I smacked his fat, white bottom as he cried out, sputtering under the man's boot. I pulled his balls out between his legs, and I gripped them in my fist, pulling his balls taught. I smacked them with my hand then kissed them as he cried. I struck them again as the man pulled his wrists up and away from his back. He let them drop, and he went for Merle's bottom, spreading his cheeks to get a look at his hole. I popped his fat testicles again, and he cried out, panting. "Okay, daddy, okay..." We got him up, and I paid for the cuffs and his cock ring, his ass still hanging out with his jeans bagging around his feet. "I think we need to take care of that hard-on you got there," I said to Merle, so I bought some tokens to go back into the booths. Once in the long dark hall, Merle took off all his clothes, leaving them where they fell. At the end of the hall, he got on his knees, his hard cock waving long and proud. It took a moment, but soon he had two men tussling their cocks in and out of his mouth as he moaned and made loud sucking sounds. Another one soon was on his knees, sucking Merle off. He was lost in the lust of these men using his mouth to dump their cum, and he worked hard for it. By the time the second man squirted into him, his face was red and sticky. When that man was done, I stepped up carefully, letting the man sucking him keep working. "I want your dick in me, Chris," he panted. I pushed into his mouth, and he sucked me with a fury. Drool hung from his chin, his fist held my balls, and his other hand pulled me up against him by my bare ass cheek. For minutes on end, he sucked me with great passion. I pulled at his hair and fucked his mouth, his eyes closed. I knew that look. I knew those sounds coming from deep inside him. He was cumming in the man's mouth between his legs, giving the man a good load. He jerked and spasmed. I let loose my own load and filled Merle's mouth. When he finished sucking my cock, he got up and hugged me. "You ready to go?" He nodded at me and walked down to where his clothes lay. He walked out into the light of the main room, naked and wet with sweat. His face was red and puffy, his dick still large and drippy with his cum. The man came up to us. "You boys had a good time?" Merle smiled but bowed his head and looked away. "He did," I said. "I can tell. The big man can't be bare assed out here, though. He has to have his pants pulled on." I helped him dress, and he was soon hiding up against me from behind. I put my head down to his. "It's all good, buddy. We've got our stuff. You had a good time?" He nodded silently. "Ready to go?" He nodded, and we left. We held hands getting to the car, and he let his eyes rest on the way home. "I met Wallace on the trails the other day?" "You did?" "And he had a special boy with him." "Like Felix?" "Yep, and I invited them over for next Friday." "Oh, that will be fun!" he said with a smile. "I think it will be!" ChubbyHank@protonmail.com On Wickr chubbyhank