Date: Sun, 18 Jul 2021 12:16:27 +0200 From: roby bobby Subject: little-alex/little-alex-a-tween-and-a-tank This story contains graphic sexual scenes between males under 18. If material of this nature offends you then you should not read this story. Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age in most states, the state may have forbidden you from reading this story by law. Please understand this is a work of fiction. The actions described in the story are not real nor encouraged or condoned in real life. It's fiction, folks, and remember that, please. Please be sure to support Nifty and keep it going with your donations. Feedbacks welcome at de182tg@gmail.com. I'm not native English speaker, so please be kind to me! Thank you! Characters starring in this episode, in no particular order: --- LITTLE ALEX, son of Jim Clinton, almost 12 y.o - 4'5"/70 – Curly blond hairs, deep blue eyes - TWO hairs now! dick is 3 3/4" long (growing!) when hard, shoots cum, has a skinny ass and a very white complexion - He is a 5th grader at Primary School. --- MARKUS TYREE BOYCE, school bus driver, 23 y.o. - black, 7'1" / 280 pounds of lean muscle, just a little hairs on the chest; tight curly hairs on his head, cut short. He wear size 14 shoes. His cock is 14" 1/2 long, 8" around. --- TANK, Markus dearest friend, 43 y.o. - 5'4" / 205 - Extremely fit and muscular, smooth body with several tattoos. Shaved head but a trimmed beard around his jaw. His dick is 10" long, 6" around (based on a real person, a dear reader that helped me setting up the character!!) *** Little Alex, his Dad and Friends *** *** From Part 30 *** ... When they arrived at the farm, Jim noticed the lights were on inside the house. "Danny did you or your father Josh go into the house today?" asked Jim, slightly worried. "No sir, we didn't. And when we left there were no lights on, I'm sure" answered Danny, stopping his Volkswagen New Beetle in front of the porch. To everyone surprise, Brenda came out the door with a pissed-off look. "Where you boys have been? And why you didn't pick up my phone calls, Jim?" *** Part 31 *** - A Tween and a Tank "Brenda, baby! When did you get back home? Where's my little Johnny?" Jim got off Danny's car, leaving Alex and Danny behind. He was surprised to see his wife back at the farm. In fact, he didn't expect her for a few more days. But there she was, with a fancy pink trolley close to her. "Don't try to change the subject, Jim Clinton! I've been calling you since this morning only to get a "User not available" message! I had to leave Johnny with my Dad and come here to check if you two were dead or alive!!!" Brenda hissed back to Jim, looking straight into his eyes. When she started to call people by full name, she was clearly pissed off. A lot. An awfully lot. Jim took his phone out and... shit! It was in airplane mode since earlier in the morning, when they boarded Danieli's jet. "Brenda, I... I'm sorry, I think the battery died and I haven't realized it ..." Jim tried to be convincing and almost succeeded. "I've been out of town with Trey for a business and took Alex with me for ..." "BUSINESS? I DON'T GIVE A FUCK TO YOUR BUSINESS AND YOUR SMELLY BLACK FRIENDS AND YOUR LONG NIGHTS AT THE CLUB OWNED BY THAT FAT PERVERT WITH RED HAIRS!" Brenda was derailing quickly now. "I'M FUCKING TIRED TO LIVE IN THE MIDDLE OF FUCKING NOWHERE, WITH FUCKING HORSE MANURE PILING UP EVERYWHERE! I SMELL OF SHIT, YOU SMELL OF SHIT WHEN YOU COME TO BED, EVERYONE AND EVERYTHING SMELLS OF SHIIITT!!!" she concluded stomping her feet. Alex was speechless; he had never seen his mom so pissed off and cursing so much. He was on the verge of crying, looking alternatively at his Dad and his mom. Thanks God, Danny was there to comfort him, holding the little kid between his arms. The little traitor between his legs immediately showed some appreciation to the physical contact with the handsome black teenager. "Brenda, baby, I'm sorry I didn't tell you I was going out of town and that I couldn't pick up your calls, really sorry!" Jim tried his best to be calm. "I have GREAT news for you, for us..." Brenda interrupted him. "I'm the one with "GREAT" news for you, Jim.Fucking.Clinton. I'm L.E.A.V.I.N.G, I'm D.I.V.O.R.C.I.N.G you, you fucking redneck. I'm going back to the place I belong and I will have Johnny with me. Alex can stay with you. And you can keep your fucking farm and all the horse-shit you own. I want no crap from you or this shithole. I just come back to pick up my few things". She started to move toward her shining BMW 335i, dragging her pink trolley behind her. "WHAT?!?! DIVORCING? YOU'RE OUT OF YOUR MIND, M'LADY!" Jim was quite infuriated now. "Brenda, if you leave now, I swear to God, you will never ever set foot in this house again and will never ever see me again! And that's final!" "That's exactly what I want, DUMBASS!" Brenda retorted with a devilish grin. "The Holy Father John said these would be your EXACT words, and the Holy man was right! He told me I can't live anymore with a sinner like you, a mean individual more attracted by my sinful flesh than my pure soul! My lawyer will contact you soon for a divorce. AND THAT'S FINAL!" "Ok then, "PURE SOUL", next time you will see us it will be in Court!! Now tell the "Holy man" to come and pick your sinful flesh up! 'cause that fucking BMW is registered in MY name and it's not gonna leave MY fucking farm! You just said in front of your son and a witness that you want no crap from whatever I own, right? So, call the HOLY man or an UBER" Jim moved close to the BMW and deflated a couple of tires to immobilize the luxury car. "Or walk away with your stupid pink trolley, Brenda!" He then turned to Alex and Danny. "Boys, ya'all move inside, we need to talk..." "But... but Mom... where is mom going, Dad?" Alex had now tears running down his reddened cheeks. "And Johnny? When will we see Johnny again, dad? I want Johnny to be with us!" Jim knelt in front of his weeping son to comfort him. "No worries, hon' Johnny and you are safe. I swear to God nothing's gonna happen to you two, Salvo will sort out everything. Now just get inside and let me call him. Danny, I will need you to talk to my lawyer as well, if you agree" Danny nodded his yes, so Jim and the two kids went inside and locked the door behind them, leaving a furious and BMW-less Brenda out, fuming with rage and waiting for an Uber. They called Salvo Danieli and he reassured them, and especially his little friend Alex, that nothing bad would happen to them two kids. He also stated that the Court would probably leave both kids with Jim, and that they would be able to visit Brenda, if they so wished. Danny witnessed Brenda's declaration the she wanted nothing of what Jim owned, so the recently acquired 6.5 million dollars would also remain in Jim's exclusive availability. The good news from Salvo cheered up Alex considerably: Mom was Mom, yes... But Brenda had been a real bitch, recently, and both he and his daddy almost welcomed her departure. Danny left soon after the phone chat with Salvo, leaving the exhausted dad and son to their quick dinner and a well-deserved night of rest. --- Jim woke up early the next morning when, around 5.30 a.m., Ricky the Rooster announced the world the sun was rising again. Yeah, big surprise, thought Jim. He was still spooned to his son's lithe, naked body, his muscular arms wrapped around the child's chest. The previous night Alex had some problem to get to sleep, his mind and soul in turmoil after the scene his Mom played before his incredulous, and sorry, eyes. At the end, Jim spooned him from behind and gently rocked him to a peaceful sleep. The lovely father bent his head forward and kissed Alex on his cheeks: man, he loved the little slut! Then, he carefully disentangled himself from the sleeping kid and went to the bathroom to take care of the three "S": shit, shave and shower, as the Navy taught him some twenty years ago. He dressed in work clothes and down he went to the stables to meet Trey and a couple of hands and take care of the horses. Horses didn't care if he was a millionaire or not, there was work to be done and horse-shit to be shoveled away! He also secretly wanted to get a little birthday present from Alex's black-furred best friend, Fury. A couple of hours later Jim was back in his bedroom. Before waking up his son, he removed the bed top sheets and lovingly gazed at the perfect naked body of the freshly 12 years old, little kid. Alex sported a nice morning wood and Jim would have sworn that a couple more of blond hairs had sprouted around his hard dicklet. He decided not to engage in any sexual activity for now (there was already plenty planned for the birthday party!) and gently shook Alex, grabbing him by the hips. "Alex, wake up son! It's your birthday today!" he gently said to the sleeping kid, still rocking him. Unsuccessfully. "Wake up, hon', I have presents for you!" The word "presents" somehow succeeded where "wake up" failed miserably and Alex brain went to warp speed in nanoseconds. He opened his eyes and rubbed them, yawning and smiling at his father all at the same time. Brain find some time to order a quick pull on the hard dicklet. "Presents? For me?" a little more yawning, and eye and dick rubbing followed. "Yes, hon'! Happy Birthday, my sweet boy. You are now officially a TWEEN!" Jim said with a warm smile. Then, he hugged his naked son and passionately kissed him on the lips. "Come on, hurry up with your morning duties and meet me downstairs for breakfast and to get your presents. No need to dress up, hon'" He winked at his son and added "It's your birthday, so the birthday suit is the most appropriate!" Again, the word "presents" did the unthinkable and Alex darted to the bathroom to take care of the two "S", being too young to shave. When the finally 12 y.o. met his father in the kitchen, Jim was seated at the isle with three wrapped boxes and an untouched bowl of cereals in front of him. He pushed the first box to Alex. "Open this one first, it's from me". Alex unwrapped the little box with a little eagerness. "A video tape?" he said a little disappointed, frowning his eyebrows while looking at the unlabeled VHS tape. "Yeah, hon'... that's the tape of the first time you "accidentally" sucked Fury's dick and got a cum shower in return, do you remember that?" chuckled Jim, smiling at his reddening son, seating naked in all his tween, smooth splendor just in front of him. "DAD! I swear it was an accident!" Alex stomped his little feet on the floor to enforce his little lie. "I was just... mhhh... looking at his big big thingy and things got out of hands ..." "Yeah, and into your little slutty mouth" laughed aloud Jim. "Do not pretend with me, son. I know how much you enjoyed that and all the sexy things that happened after that. And I'm absolutely fine with all of this." Jim smiled at his son and affectionately ruffled his blond hairs. "Now the tape is yours and only you will decide if, when and to whom you will show it. There are no copies, I don't need to hold it against you anymore. Not that I'd have sent it out to your friends for real, anyway." "Thank you, Daddy! I feel better now that I know the tape will be safely hidden in my room! Like... FOREVER!" Alex said smiling. "I appreciate it, Daddy, reeeaaallyyyyy!" and he bent forward to kiss a thank you to his smiling dad. "Now the next one!" Jim pushed the second wrapped box toward Alex. "That is what Johnny, Mom and I chose for you. Even if they are not here to wish you a happy birthday, you know they still love you, regardless of what regretfully happened yesterday night!" Still a little upset with his mom and her previous nigh outburst of rage, Alex unceremoniously unwrapped the box. As soon as he saw the content, his jaw dropped and his eyes went wide like saucers. He watched alternatively at the present and at his dad, unable to say a word, overwhelmed by the surprising present. "Ya' better close yo' mouth before you catch a fly, hon'" Jim said nonchalantly, with a wide grin crossing his face ear to ear. "A ... it's... it's an i-Phone!!! Ohhhhh my gaawdd, Daaaaad! It's an i-Phone!! AN I-PHOOONE!" Alex jumped on his naked feet and started to dance around like a little Indian's rain dance, his now soft dick bouncing up and down and all around. He then stopped the dance and went to hug and kiss his father. "Oh daddy, I wanted one since... since I was born, I guess!" "Yeah sure, except you discovered them like... last year, maybe? Ya' doofus!" Jim patted the little kid on his white, round ass. "Open the last one, that's special!" Alex took the last wrapped gift. It was heavy and rounded. When he carefully unwrapped it, he found a 16 ounces jar, with a little, red heart made of paper stuck on the lid. It was almost full of a slightly warm, whitish goo. "That's a special gift from your furry friend, Fury", said Jim looking intensely at his son. "He loves you, ya' know?" "Is... is this Fury's... cum, Dad?" asked Alex, sloshing the white goo around into the jar, unconsciously licking his lips and tugging on his hardening, little traitor with his free hand. "Yes, hon'. I milked it out of his happy dick early this morning, before Trey joined me. I think you will best appreciate it with your cereals. Fury would like that, ya' know..." said Jim. Then a little more sternly, he added, "And I would as well..." Alex smiled at his father and nodded. Then he momentarily left his hard dick and uncapped the jar. Immediately, the heavy scent of horse cum reached his nostrils and he took a deep breathe, as if it was the most expensive perfume in the world. His stomach growled with hunger while he dipped his index finger into the warm goo and then licked it clean. "Mhhhh, Dad. It's sooo gooood! I love it! And I love you!" He took another whiff. "And Fury, I guess..." He then emptied a little more than half jar of warm horse cum into his cereals, took his spoon and eagerly took the first mouthful of his special birthday breakfast. "Mhhh, I think I will have double portion today, Daddy!" smiled Alex, chowing the crunchy cereals coated with yummy goo, quickly adding another spoon of it to his already full mouth. Jim's phone went off at that very moment. He looked at the caller ID and could not recognize it, but it started with "+870...". "A Satcom number? Who on earth could that be?". He touched the green icon and answered the unusual call. "Hello?" "Buongiorno Jim!!! Good morning! That's Roberto calling form the UK!" The voice of Danieli was crystal clear notwithstanding the almost 4,000 miles of distance. "Hey, Roberto! What a surprise!!" answered a happily surprised Jim. "Where are you calling from?" "Oh, I'm with the gang at the Holiday Inn close to Norwich airport, in the UK. Both Giorgio and Ahamed send their best regards to you and little Alex! It's 2:30 p.m. here and we have just had our lunch. We are now waiting for the local real estate agent to start touring a few properties for our stables project, you know... But the fucking guy is already half an hour late ... stuck in traffic, he said..." answered Danieli. "Traffic? I though the UK was a quiet rural country like our little town in Arkansas! Only with small European cars instead of our RAM's and F350!!!" laughed Jim. "Well... it almost is!" laughed back Danieli, "There are a lot of motorways, but also lots of narrow country roads. That's why we have rented a helicopter and will fly around instead of driving. Besides, it's good to view properties from above to get a better idea of where we are putting our money into. Anyway, that' not why I called you, Jim, seriously..." "Ok, I'm listening. I'm all ears" said Jim, looking at naked Alex pouring a second load of horse cum into his cereals bowls and lapping the dripping jar clean with gusto. "All right, I will try to cut it short. After you called Salvo yesterday night after the quarrel you had with your wife, he called me and we both agreed that it'd be a good thing to set up some sort of security at your place. We won't allow anything bad to happen to you or Alex or Johnny, you're family now. So, a man of our absolute trust will be with you any moment from now to help you around the horses and ensure your safety, especially when you cannot be with Alex. Tank is the name of the man" "WOW! That's a lot to take in, Roberto... I'm not sure I want a stranger around my kid or my horses ..." replied Jim. "I know Jim and I fully understand your concerns but please, please listen to me. He has been working with Salvo for three years now as head of the security staff in Wilmington. Ahamed is his boss and we all know and trust him. He used to be a jockey; in fact, he was the first black jockey to win the Kentucky Derby three times before a corrupt justice put him in jail" "WHAAAT! JAIL?" "Yes Jim, jail like in prison. But he was innocent; they framed and falsely accused him for the death of a horse during a race. Salvo found out the horse was drugged by Tank's former boss and stable owner, an addicted and broken bettor. In brief, he was released without charges three years later. Believe me, he is a good man. He would die to protect Alex or you" said Danieli. "And ..." "And?" "And... Tank is like us; he loves gay sex" added Danieli. "He is strictly a top, a very Alpha, gay black man; Giorgio knows him very well and jumps on his big cock any time he has a chance. Don't be surprised if he'll fuck little Alex in front of you within five minutes of meeting that little hot boy of yours!" "Ok, man... I think I could make some use of an ex-jockey, ex-convict, black Alpha fucker..." answered Jim, looking at his son with the face deeply buried into his cereals bowl, striving to reach its bottom with his pointy, little tongue to lick the last remains of Fury's cum. "A real cum slut, just as I wanted..." he thought. "How's he going the get here?" he asked Danieli. "Oh, he's there already... he flew out of Wilmington with Salvo's little jet yesterday night and spent the night with a "DEAR" friend of him that's living close to you. He will be there soon." Said Danieli. "I must go know, Jim. The realtor finally arrived, helicopter is started and we are ready to go shopping around. Talk to you tomorrow, Jim. And best wishes of a Happy Birthday to our little, beloved Alex from all of us!" "Ok, ya'all take care, my friends" said back Jim and closed the call. He then turned to Alex and said, "Hon', Trey and I have to go to the bank downtown. You will stay with Trey's mom and kids. Get ready to go in 30 minutes, I have a few phone calls to make and then I'll drop you on the way downtown". Over the next 30 minutes, Jim called the people he wanted to invite to Alex's birthday party that was to be held in the late afternoon at Dave's Bikers Club. He was about to call Markus when the doorbell rang. "That must be the Tank man..." he thought, and went to open the door. "Markus?" the huge black bust driver was standing at his door, all 7'1" / 280 pounds of him. An older and shorter, but way thicker, man was at his side. "Jim??? Whatcha doing here, man?" asked a very surprised Markus. "Well, as it happens "here" is where I live, my friend ..." He then turned to the other man and said "I get it you must be Tank, man. I was waiting for ya', not so much for the big fella here ..." "Yes man, I'm Tank and the big fella Markus is the dearest friend of mine, he will help me here around. Mr. Salvo Danieli sent me over. Pleased to meet you, man!" He extended his thick hand to meet Jim's one and shook it, the bulging guns and pecs threating to shred his shirt. Tank looked to be in his early to mid 40ies, roughly 5'4", with a clean shaved head and a neatly trimmed beard running from ear to ear. The man was all muscles, thick like a sequoia, just not as tall. Hard to believe he was once one of the best American black jockeys of all times, barely weighing 110 lbs. and yet able to firmly control a horse moving at 40 mph and weighing around 1,200 lbs., riding it to victory. But that was before he got arrested and jailed for a crime he never committed. While in jail, he discovered weightlifting and it became like a drug to him. He spent hours in the "Fed's Hotel" gym, lifting weights and running on the treadmill, burning the anger for the injustice suffered and building the muscles he needed to defend himself from the other convicts. Before being released, he topped at 215 lbs. and 6% body fat. Now, three years later and at 42 years of age, he was down to 205, but still with an enviable 9% body fat. Markus met Tank in USP Hazelton, West Virginia, when he was just turning 19 y.o. and be convicted for sexual assault in the third degree. Tank took the young, lanky kid under his much-needed protection before the other inmates would turn him into a bleeding pulp of meat and broken bones. They exercised together at the gym, both turning into the black mountains of muscles now comfortably seated in front of Jim, sipping coffee and telling him their story. "Wow! That's what I call a story..." said Jim, almost with disbelief. "It makes my five years in the Navy looking like a bed-story for kids" He heard the unmistakable noise of naked feet hitting the hard wood floor and turned to look at Alex coming down the stairs. "And speaking of kids... Tank, that's is my son Alex, that Markus got to know fairly well... Today is his 12th birthday..." Alex, dressed with basketball shorts and top reached the three adults and politely welcomed the two guests. "Mr. Markus, I'm so happy to see you again. Gotta a present for me?" he asked with an impish grin, looking at the black giant's crotch. His little traitor woke up and started to slightly tent his tight shorts. "Maybe one, kid", then he turned to Tank, "or maybe two...". He turned to Jim and looked for approval. Jim nodded and then said "He is gonna have lunch with Trey's family and we will throw a party later on at the Biker's Club, that Markus knows well. You are both invited to join the "special" party", he said winking at a grinning Markus and at a slightly confused Tank. "Sure man, I will explain everything to Tank and get him up to speed" said Markus. "By the way, I've been there at Dave's yesterday about my HD ride... Ya' won't believe what that little Richie kid is able to do with two..." He just stopped short of "big dicks into his ass at once". The mention of Richie perked Alex's attention, but he stayed silent, wondering about what the "... two..." could have been. "Oh, I pretty much have an idea, man" answered Jim, laughing. "Now I really gotta go. Alex will show you around the house and the stables for a first impression. Just make sure you drop him "undamaged" at Trey's house by noon. Then I will see you at the Club around 4 p.m." Jim stood up, kissed Alex once more and ruffled his blond hairs, still damp from the shower he had just had. Then he took his truck's keys and left, sorry not to be able to witness the sexual abuse his little son was going to receive for sure from the two horny black studs. "Why don't ya' come here and unwrap yo' big present, little slut?" Markus grabbed his soft dick through his trousers and gestured Alex to move between his long, muscular legs. "I got he is into gay sex, bro. But how it comes you know him?" asked Tank, squeezing his thickening dick through his jeans. "Oh, it all started when I caught white boy being ass fucked by his PE teacher's foot long dick out in the open, one day the school organized a trip to the river. After they finished, I followed the little slut into the communal shower and fucked the shit out of his little, cum-dripping white boy pussy. And then again at their secret fuck club..." Markus then turned to Alex, now knelt in front of him. "And he DEEPLY enjoyed the throat and ass fuck, right slut?" Alex grinned widely and turned to Tank. "I loved to get Mr. Markus huuuge willy into my little ass and mouth, sir! Have you a big present for me as well?" "Nothing's for free, you need to earn my present, kid. First of all, get naked. Now!" ordered Tank. "Then unwrap my lil' nigga's present and show it some respect." Alex jumped on his already bare feet and quickly disrobed. His hairless, little body was in full display for the two black men to appreciate, his iron hard, 3 3/4 inches of boy dick already leaking a little precum. But what Markus and Tank appreciated the most was his little, creamy-white and round ass, nicely framed by tan lines and resting atop a pair of hairless, coltish legs. "Get on all four, come here and get yo' big present, white slut!" Little Alex did as Markus ordered. Ass up in the air, he crawled toward the seated huge black man and kneeled between his muscular and hairy legs. He unbuckled the belt and unbuttoned the trousers. Markus briefly raised his muscular butt and Alex pulled the man's trousers and boxers down to his ankles. When the half-naked black giant seated back, Alex removed his size 14 shoes and pulled down his trousers and boxers, finally having unrestricted access to his impressive black dick, 9" long even if still soft, and huge ball sack. The little, 12-years old kid took hold of the slowly inflating dick with one hand and jerked it, while with the other hand he gently massaged the man's hairy ball sack. When a shiny drop of precum appeared on top of the purple dick head, the kid bent over and lapped at it with his small, pinkish tongue, savoring the sweet taste of the clear snot. Markus took hold of his own, hardening dick and repeatedly slapped the kid on his pale face. "Yes, -- SLAP -- bitch! –- SLAP -- Lick ma' – SLAP -- cock head and – SLAP -- stroke ma' – SLAP -- big dick, -- SLAP -- make it ready to fuck yo' little ass! –- SLAP – SLAP --" snarled Markus, looking with his dark eyes full of lust at the naked kid, now with a reddening face, knelt between his muscular legs. He then moved one of his big feet between Alex's legs and began to fondle the kid's hard spike with his long toes, slowly fondling and masturbating him, pressing his big toe against the taint. The little slut re-took possession of his meaty prize and lapped at the cock head for a little more. Then, he twisted his head a little on one side and, still jerking the inflating dick with one hand, he moved down to lick and suck on the hairy nut sack, locking eyes with the man. Alex so gently sucked one egg-sized ball into his warm mouth and swirled it around with his little tongue while slightly nipping the wrinkled skin with his teeth. He then moved to the other one, repeating the treatment, never breaking eye contact with the black giant. The smell was intoxicating, Alex repeatedly buried his nose into Markus's pubes and in the dark place under his ball sack. Markus's whole body tightened, and he sucked in a sharp breath. A small whimper escaped from his mouth. "Yeeesssss! Good bitch! Play with my nuts!" he said, looking down at the boy with a mouth full of balls. Thanks to Alex's ministrations, the black man's huge, pulsating dick had now reached its maximum size, close to 14 1/2 inches in length and 8" around. "Suck my nigga's big black cock, white boy" said Tank. "Show me how hungry you are for black cock!" The little slut moved north and engulfed Markus's black weapon head with his wet mouth, sucking on it like a big, tasty lollipop. Alex extended his tongue and ran it over the purple head, finding its slit, and the clear syrup that oozed from it, it was the sweetest honey on earth. The kid heard him draw in a breath, hold it for a moment, and then release it in a long sigh. Alex bobbed up and down on that wonderful black tool. On the upstroke, his tongue run around the corona, and over its slit; on the downstroke, his throat compressed around the head. "Yeah, bitch. Suck on it, get it down your fucking tight throat!". Markus grabbed Alex by the hairs and began to jerk the kid's head up and down his ramrod, pushing a little more dick down his bulging throat at every stroke. Large amounts of precum and spit seeped out of Alex's mouth, coating Markus's dick and balls with slime. Tank glaze lingered on the little kid's white ass, pointed up in the air and slowly wiggling while his owner tried to swallow more of Markus's impressive, shining black shlong. He got a glimpse or two of a pink boy pussy winking between the two white orbs of kiddy flesh. The heavy muscled man stood up and removed his shirt, revealing his barrel chest and tattooed biceps and pecs. He moved behind Alex and knelt on his side. Tank caressed the kid's ass, moving his hand down along the crack and further down to the two marble sized balls. He encircled them with his big hand and pulled down, squeezing a little and causing Alex to stop his blow job and pull his head up to breathe. "I didn't tell you to stop, kid! Go back down on my lil' nigga big fucking cock" Tank relented the pressure on the kid's balls and grabbed his hard dicklet as well. With one hand the stocky, muscular man slowly pulled the dick-and-balls combo down, while with the other he grabbed Alex by the hairs and forcibly pushed his head down. Oblivious to the kid's gargles and sputters he pressed down steadily, until Alex's nose pressed against Markus's pubes and all 14 1/2 inches of black meat buried deep into his spasming throat. Tank smirked at Markus and ordered, "Bro, skull fuck him as the little slut deserves!" "Fuuuuck Man, bitch's swallowing my whole dick! All 'em 14 1/2 inches!" Markus once again took hold of Alex's head and slowly began to slide it up and down his shining, spit-and-slime-covered black dick. Every five or six stokes, he would let it completely out of the kid's mouth, to let him breathe. He then would look straight into the kid's deep blue eyes, spat a large wad into his open mouth and slid his hard dick back into Alex's welcoming mouth and throat. Down to the root. "Suck it, bitch!" Tank stood up and watched at the kid taking his best friend's huge black dick almost effortlessly into his throat. "This fucking faggot is good at it, right Bro?" he said to Markus. "Let me have a taste of the bitch's mouth while you rim his pussy and get it ready for my cock". "Come get your present, kid" Tank pulled the kid's head by the hairs, yanking it from Markus's huge cock, shiny strings of spit connecting it to his wide-open mouth. "Drag your white bitch ass over here and ask for my present now!" Still pulling on the kid's hairs, he dragged him along until he reached the couch on the opposite side and sat down on it. "May I have my present now?" pleaded Alex, still gasping a little for air. Tank pulled on the kid's hairs, causing him to open his mouth wide. Then he spat a big blob of saliva into the kid's mouth and, looking straight into Alex's blue eyes said "You gotta ask for it properly, slut!" Alex swallowed hard and then asked again, this time in the proper way "Sir, may I please have my present now?" "Get your little hands busy and unwrap your fucking present, bitch!" Little Alex knelt between Tank tights and hurriedly proceeded to "unwrap" his present. Markus stretched prone on the floor behind the kid, his big dick pressed between his rippled abs, soaking the carpet with clear precum. He parted Alex's white buns and kissed at the kid's ass hole, hungrily lapping around and bathing it with spit, probing it with his fat tongue. When he was satisfied with his wetting work, he began to push his thick mid finger, the size of a wiener, into the kid's ass, working it in and out, wiggling it around to open the hole. He soon inserted two and then three large fingers into the wet boy pussy. He then started to finger fuck the kid and massage his immature prostate, eliciting loud OHHHHHs and AHHHHHs of pleasure from the little slut. Meanwhile, Alex finally unwrapped Tank's black snake, close to 10" long and 6" around, already dripping a steady flow of clear precum. "I like my BIIIG present, Mr. Tank!" "Stop talking, bitch, and get my black cock warm and wet!" ordered Tank. "You have been teasing me with that pussy of yours, begging to be fucked. And fuck it I will! Soooo soon, slut..." The kid opened his mouth wide and lowered his head on Tank's dick, slowly but steadily swallowing the long, black cock down to the root: easy-peasy after Markus's killer schlong. The muscular, tattooed man grabbed the kid's head and used him like a living fleshlight. "YEAH, BITCH! OPEN THAT FUCKING THROAT, SWALLOW ALL MY BIG NIGGA'S DICK!". Tank smashed the kid's nose into his groin, pressing and holding his head down forcibly until the kid started struggling for air. Alex began to swallow frantically, pushing his head up but unable to beat Tank's powerful hold. "YEEEAAAH! I love to feel the fucking bitches spasming on my rod until they pass away!" Then he let the kid's head go and added, "... almost pass away!" He grinned at Markus, now finger-fucking the little, gasping kid with four black, thick fingers. Alex unconsciously pushed his ass back, fucking himself on Markus's thick fingers. His dicklet was harder than steel, its rosy head dripping precum on the carpet, his ass hole stretched and gaping open, as if it were a little bird asking for more meat to satisfy its hunger. Tank yanked Alex's head backward, looked into the kid's teary eyes and spit-smeared face. "Show me how much of a slut you are kid... Swallow my whole dick again, down to the root and without my help. I want to feel your nose pressed into my pubes and see how long you can stay there on your own device, without breathing! DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME, SLUT?" He then spat into the kid's open mouth and bent forward to French kiss him, pushing his fat tongue as far as possible, wrestling with the kid's much smaller one. Alex looked into the man's dark eyes and then at the big, shiny black dick throbbing in front of him. He smiled at the man and, without a word being spoken, he swallowed Tank's dick, impaling his head on the black 10-incher, pushing down and swallowing until he could press his nose into the man's pubes. He gave a last push down, smashing his nose against the pubic bone and held his breath. After almost a full minute Alex began to swallow frantically, but kept pushing his head down, deep into the muscular man's groin, unwilling to give up already. His eyes overflowed with salty tears, dripping on Tank's groin and mixing in the pool of spit and precum drooling out of Alex's mouth. Alex endured almost another half-minute of self-inflicted dick-sphyxiation before pulling up and starting to breathe again, shiny strings of throat slime connecting his drooling mouth to Tank's dick. "I... did... it... Sir!" he panted out with a raspy voice. "I did my best... I guess!" "So, you think you've earned my present?" asked Tank while spreading the kid's tears and drool all over Alex's face. "Yes, sir! Please give me my present!" pleaded Alex. "What do you want, let me hear it..." Tank spat again into the kid's mouth and bent to briefly French kiss him. "Pleeeaaase sir, put your thingy into my ass, pleeeaaase!" Alex did another try, pulling on his aching hard cock. "Thingy? Use the FUCKING proper words, and say it like you mean it! AND DON'T TOUCH YOURSELF!!!" "Please, sir! Fuck my ass with your big cock, PLEASE SIR?" "Try again, let me HEAR IT!!" "SIR, PLEASE FUCK MY ASS WITH YOUR BIG BLACK COCK, PLEASE MR. TANK, SIR!" "Yeah, slut! I will fuck your boy pussy and breed you like the little white bitch you are! Sit on my dick and you move out, Markus my nigga, I want this piece of white ass all for me now!" The 12 y.o. kid stood up. He vaguely remembered how just a few weeks ago his Dad had fucked his asshole for the first time in this very same spot, and big read bear Dave soon after: now a complete stranger was going to do the same. SO MUCH FUN!!! He quickly hopped up on the couch, then turned his back to Tank, his ass level with his muscular pecs. Next, he climbed on Tank's thick tights and slowly crouched down, his hands using Tank's tattooed chest as support so he didn't fall over. When Alex's butt hole was inches from the erect cock Tank reached up, held onto the preteen's waist and said "Ok kiddy slut, I'll hold you up. I want you to guide my cock up your pussy by yourself, you got it?" "Yes, sir!" Alex replied and did as he had been told. He reached under him, grabbed his spit-covered butt cheeks and pulled them wide apart. "Now lower yourself, faggot." Again, he obeyed him and slowly started to lower himself, until the fat cock head touched his slimy anus. "Come on, we don't have all day long for us, kid. Lower yourself on my big, black cock. My nigga Markus here said you can take big cocks, now prove it!" Alex rubbed is gaping ass against the tip of Tank's throbbing cock. Then, with one hand spreading his butt cheeks and the other guiding the long, black cock, he lowered himself a little more, getting the first four inches of black cock into his hungry ass. "There we go," Tank said letting the preteen go and use his own, little weight to impale himself on the thick black cock, all the way down, until the black man's wiry pubes scratched Alex's milky-white and tender bum. "UUUAHHHHHRGGgg! YEEESSSSsssss, sir!" Alex purred out with a satisfied sigh, his hunger for a big dick buried deep into his tiny body returning stronger than ever. "I like your present! I REALLY like it, sir!" "Show me how much, kid! Fuck yourself on my black cock!" ordered Tank. Then, he turned to Markus, still lying on the floor and watching open mouthed at the big, black dick being swallowed by the little white kid's boy pussy. "Close your fucking mouth, nigga, or you might catch a fly!" and grinned. Alex started to self-fuck himself on Tank's long dick, tightening his ass ring as he slowly raised to the point only the head was still into him, and then suddenly letting go and dropping with all his weight on the man's crotch, impaling himself on the 10" inches long, black dick. Tank's dick head massaged the kid's prostate in the process, getting the moaning kid closer and closer to a shattering orgasm with every stroke. When Tank felt the kid approaching the point of no return, he grabbed him by the waist and pulled him down on his groin, holding him still. At the same time, he pushed up with his hips, trying to bury the last inches of his black, pulsating cock into Alex's scorching hot innards, pubes and balls included if that was possible. He turned to Markus and ordered, "Nigga, get your lazy ass here and suck the fucking bitch to orgasm, my boy!" The black giant knelt in front of the duo, bent in half and kissed first Tank and then the kid on the mouth, briefly engaging them in a tongue battle while gently squeezing the kid's balls into his huge black paw, giving the kid enough pain to stop his orgasm on track. Alex moaned into Markus's mouth and tried to reach his hard dicklet, wank it and get his rocks off. "HANDS OFF, KID!" almost shouted Tank. "I DIDN'T SAY YOU CAN TOUCH YOURSELF!" The thick man removed his hands from Alex'x waist and moved them to the kid's nickel sized nipples. He began to pull and twist on them, pinching them hard enough to give the kid a little taste of pleasurable pain. They quickly hardened, sending spikes of pleasure to Alex's brain, now in sensory overload. "Uhaaaauuuurggghh! Pleeeaaasse siiir! Lemme cum!" pleaded Alex. "My balls are aching! I wanna cuuummm!!" "I gonna take care of that, kid" said Markus in an unusually soft voice, made deeper by the lust burning inside him. "Gimme your baby batter to swallow..." With some difficulty, the 7'1" tall man managed to crouch in front of Alex's throbbing 3 3/4 inches of hard-as-steel pink dick, dripping with precum, twitching and throbbing with every one of the kid's heartbeats. He moved a little more downward and began to lap on Tank's ball sack, wet with precum and ass juices. "Yeah my nigga, get `em nice and clean!" muttered out Tank. "Like you used to do back in prison when you were my lil' protegee, before I fucked the shit out of you!" The black giant felt a wave of heat at the memories of the time he had spent in prison with Tank making love to him; his dick got harder and twitched in response, dripping more precum on the carpet. He gave a few more, affectionate laps to Tank's nut sack then moved upward, licking the exact spot where Tank's black dick disappeared into Alex's stretched pussy, puffy and reddened by the heavy pounding he just got. The contrast between the different skin colors amazed him, still impressed by how easily Alex could take big cocks into his little boy pussy. He pushed two of his tick and long fingers into the kid's ass, along Tank's 10-incher, looking for, and soon finding, Alex's little prostate. "AHRRRRGHHH! YES! THEEEEEERE!! YES! YEEEES!" groaned Alex, "GIMME THE TINGLES, MR. MARKUS! PLLEEAZZZE! LEMMEEEE CUUUM!!!" While gently rubbing on Alex's pleasure button, Markus moved his tongue along the kid's taint, finally reaching Alex's marble-sized balls and throbbing dick. He gave them a few gentle laps, with flattened tongue like a dog's and easily encompassing both. "Come on, boy! Stop teasing around and go to town!, I need so bad to seed the bitch!!" commanded Tank, twisting harder on Alex's nipples. "URRGHHH! YEEESSSSS..." Moaned out aloud Alex, about to pass out from the intense pleasure he was getting from the two black studs. "Pleeeaase, Mr. Markus... sir... please..." Markus opened his mouth and engulfed Alex's hard boy meat. He twirled his rough tongue around the pink, little dick head, sealed his meaty lips around the shaft for better suction and began to bob up and down, still massaging the kid's prostate. Alex could not last more than a few seconds, half a minute top: the intense, simultaneous stimulation of his nipples, cock, ass and prostate drove him to the most earth-shattering orgasm of his young life. When Markus gave a final, powerful push against the kid's P-spot with his two tick fingers inserted in the boy's pussy alongside Tank's big dick, Alex let out a loud "AHHHHHHHHHHHRGGGGG!!!!" and went stiff as a board, his mouth hanging open and his deep blue eyes rolling back. All his muscles contracted and twitched, while his dicklet began to fire a few volleys of white cum into Markus's mouth. The black giant however didn't swallow and kept the boy's sweet nectar into his mouth, flooding his taste buds with the unbeatable taste of preteen cum. The combination of Markus's fingers friction and Alex's muscles spasming around his dick got Tank to finally cum and flood the kid's intestine with hot, nigger cum. "UUUAARGHHH!!! I'm... fucking...breeding... you... kid! You are my bitch now!!!" Alex went limp as a rag doll, with Tank still pumping hot cum into his bowels. Markus got on his knees and, with his mouth still holding Alex's little cumload, bent over Tank and kissed him on the mouth, sharing spit and sweet boy cum as only two seasoned friends, or lovers, could do. "My turn to get a fucking piece of that white ass" said the black giant moving back to a kneeling position, slowly wanking his impressive erection in front of Alex's still stuffed ass, now seeping cum all over Tank's ball sack. "No time now, my nigga" said Tank with a serious tone. "Keep it warm for tonite party!" He then lifted a slowly recovering Alex from his still hard dick, white cum now freely running out of the wide gaping kid's ass hole. "Let's all have a quick shower and then tour the property. Heck! It's 10:30 already and I haven't seen a fucking horse yet!!!" "Bro, you have one right in front of ya'" said Markus, eliciting a laugh from his friend. But he knew better then questioning Tank's orders. Resigned to forget about the ass fuck for now, Markus lifted a dreamy Alex into his muscular arms and, with his hard 14 1/2 inches-long dick leading the way, they all moved to the backyard pool to take a shower and a rejuvenating dip into the fresh waters. ********* My stories on Nifty (all written 'mostly' in English): https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/incest/little-alex/ https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/young-friends/little-alex-friends https://www.nifty.org/nifty/bisexual/incest/little-alex-jenny-and-the-machine https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/sf-fantasy/a-romanian-in-paris/ https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/incest/grampa-will-journey-to-arkansas/ https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/incest/the-devil-lives-in-paris/ https://www.nifty.org/nifty/bestiality/little-alex-furry-friends/ https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/il-commissario-bellandi/ I wish to thank the readers who provided feedbacks, comments and suggestions. 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