Date: Thu, 3 Dec 2020 16:02:42 +0000 (UTC) From: Drayk Subject: The Bonds Among Family Chapter 10 I hope you enjoy this, readers. Just a story of love and family from the depths of my imagination. Usual disclaimers of legal consumption and copyright (Drayk 2020) apply. Please, after you read, consider supporting Nifty if you at all can. It's cause of all of us that this great archive of stories is here for us. Thanks for reading my tale. Enjoy! The Bonds Among Family Chapter 10 Lance and Zack finished being measured and sized by their new friend, Jose, and were dismissed as the tailor turned his attention to the younger boys. They wandered through the store together, looking at the racks and displayed clothes. Idly they talked while waiting for the rest of their family to finish. Across the room, Aaron was looking at cloth samples, occasionally glancing over at his sons. "This place is amazing," Zack grinned. "Look at all this." They had reached the part of the store dedicated to underwear. The wall was covered with shelves displaying boxes from several major designers, Andrew Christian, Diesel, Calvin Klein, Under Armour, and more. Floor racks showed more risque and kinky wear, Cellblock 13, Nasty Pig, and the like. Some pieces lacked a designer label and the boyfriends guessed that they were Jose's own work. "Seriously," Lance returned with a grin. "I kinda want to get all this stuff. What do you think of this?" Lance held up a red and black Nasty Pig jock. "As if you don't show off your ass enough already," Zack teased. He gave said ass, visible over Lance's sagging cargo shorts, a playful smack before leaning in for a kiss. "I like it, though. You should try it on." "Think it'd be okay?" Lance asked, leaning into his boyfriend's embrace. "Look around, babe," Zack said. "This place is designed for gay men. I bet trying on underwear is downright common around here." "Point taken," Lance laughed. "Why don't we pick out some pairs we like and model them for each other?" "Mmm," Zack groaned softly. "Sounds fun." He didn't yet release Lance, enjoying hugging the muscular teen. He idly caressed his lover's body for a moment before letting him go. As he did, Zack seductively slid his hands down Lance's sides, hooking his thumbs in his sagging shorts. He nuzzled the back of Lance's neck, causing his love to shudder, as he pushed Lance's shorts even lower. "There," Zack said as he settled the shorts fully below Lance's bulging underwear. The small briefs were already snugly wrapped around his equipment and the package visibly grew as Zack teased and exposed Lance. "Better. Now we can go shopping," Zack turned his partner loose with a playful leer. The teens parted and began to browse the racks. Lance didn't bother to pull his shorts any higher, keeping his semi-hard teen dick on full display. As he considered which pairs of underwear would best tease and around his boyfriend, Lance glanced over at his family. Aaron was still looking at materials, though now with a thoughtful expression. His brothers were smiling and laughing as Derek was being carefully measured by Jose. Lance found himself also grinning, and getting yet a bit stiffer in his briefs, imagining the near erotic thrill Derek must be feeling as the attractive tailor worked so close, but never quite touching, his privates. *Having fun, little bro?* Lance asked. *Yes! This is awesome,* Derek's psychic voice audibly carried his trembling excitement. *We aren't playing around or anything, but I still feel all sexy. It's fun!* *I get what you mean, exactly, Derek,* Lance laughed. *Jose's attention is professional but somehow still intimate and kinda hot.* A pair of almost see through mesh briefs caught Lance's attention. He went to look at them closer, telling his brother to *keep having a good time* as he did. It was a few minutes later when all four guys heard Aaron's voice coming to their minds. *Hey, boys. I have something to share with you.* The youths were treated to a bevy of images and experiences as Aaron filled his sons in on the more exclusive aspects of Jose's business. They enthusiastically let their interest build from the revelations of Jose's sexual relationships with his customers and grandsons. When Aaron shared his idea to seduce the other family, his worked up boys agreed immediately. Derek was completely unable to keep his excitement from showing as he waited for Aaron's signal. Luckily he'd already been visibly beside himself with the day's events, and Jose was focused on his work, so his giddiness when unnoticed. Derek kept up his chatter with Jeremy, his friend updating him on recent changes to his Minecraft server. After a few minutes, Aaron called over, asking for Jose's help, and the young boys were remanded into the care of Martin. The teenager led the way to the changing rooms while Derek waited for a chance to pull Jeremy aside. He soon got his opportunity. Martin stopped just outside the changing rooms to answer a text. Derek quickly grabbed his friend and halted them a few steps back. He leaned in close and whispered conspiratorially, "Hey, Jeremy. Wanna have some fun and mess with your brother?" Jeremy glanced at Martin before grinning widely. "What'd you have in mind?" he whispered back. "Ok, so when Martin tells me to try on this swimsuit, I'll get undressed right there. It'd be hilarious if you do the same thing!" Derek lowered his voice even further. "Maybe we could even kiss like on our sleepovers. That'd really weird him out." "Ye, yeah. It would," Jeremy flushed a bit in embarrassment. "It would! Let's do it!" Derek found he could tell that the plan was definitely appealing to his friend. The conspirators looked up to see Martin staring at them, having finished with his phone. "What are you rugrats talking about?" "Nothing!" the boys answered in unison. Martin paused a second then rolled his eyes. "Whatever," he said. "C'mon." Martin took the last steps to the changing rooms and gestured for Derek to proceed him. The space had four alcoves, each with a curtain hanging across as well as mirrors lining their walls. A tasteful and comfortably upholstered chair waiting in each room, one of which Martin procured and sat down in, just outside the first room. "Change into your new suit so I can check the fit, please," Martin explained professionally. He leaned back in his chair. "Once it's fitted correctly, Abuelo will do the final tailoring." Derek smiled as he glanced around, making sure to catch Jeremy's eye. "Where should I change?" he asked. "Wherever," Martin answered. "Ok!" Derek's smile became a full grin as he reached for his shirt. Quickly, before Martin could react, he pulled it off and dropped it to the floor, then shoved his gym shorts to his feet. Derek turned toward his friend, brining his small Superman emblazoned rear into Martin's view. Jeremy was only a moment behind, almost tearing his shirt off, and throwing it aside. The seven year old fumbled a moment with his jeans, but quickly managed to get his smooth legs free. Jeremy's lanky form was flushed with his excited trepidation, and exertion, giving his brown skin a bright copper glow. He stood in nothing more than Sonic the Hedgehog boxer briefs while he and Derek looked over at where Martin was sitting. The teen's eyes were wide with stunned disbelief. "What's going on?" Martin stammered, unable to tear his gaze from the small posing boys. "Nothing," Jeremy and Derek again replied in unison, giggling all the while. They two boys came together and pulled each other into a hug. They glanced again at Martin, then back to the other. Then the two children began kissing. They'd already been playing with each other during sleepovers over the last several months, games of doctor and mild sexual experimentation. Fun as it was for them, both boys had been holding back their full knowledge of sex from their friend. Now though, as they pressed their lips together, both boys did so with full intent. In no time, the prepubescent friends were wrapped around each other while full on making out, tongues dancing between them. Martin groaned softly. Watching his little brother and his friend kissing with such heat was having a distinct effect on him. A creeping flush spread across him and he could feel his crotch growing tight as his cock responded to the sight. Martin's skinny jeans showed a clear outline of his shaft, which Martin was soon stroking and rubbing. "Mmm," he sighed. "Fuck!" For a brief time, this scene was just that. Two boys in their underwear, kissing and hugging each other, and older teen watching and groping himself. It was a perverse and passionate display of underage sexuality. Martin soon broke from his trance and called the boys over. "Damn, you two are hot. Come here, boys," he patted his lap. Jeremy and Derek grinned at the fourteen year old and quickly climbed onto his lap. They leaned back in and returned to their intimate kiss. Martin moaned loudly, the two tiny butts wriggling pleasantly against his cramped crotch, stimulating him to even harder an erection. The teenager reached around the kids and took hold of their small boy dicks. Martin felt shudders of pleasure ripple through the cute boys as he fondled their hard nails. His own cock began throbbing in his boxers, Martin becoming incredibly turned on by the underwear clad children in his arms. The three youths together began groaning loudly, eagerly giving themselves over to their sexual pleasure. Zack and Lance wasted no time at all. As soon as Aaron began his seduction of Jose, the two lovers stripped in record time. They rushed each other and crashed into an embrace, kissing madly and grinding their bulging packages together. The young men were fully hard, their thick rods straining the underwear they wore. Panting with lust, they devoured each other, both loving the taste and feel of their boyfriend. Lance pulled himself free, his face flushed and glistening with sweat from aroused heat. "I love you, sexy man," he gasped. "Show me what you found." Zack smiled suggestively and stapped back a bit and turned. He stretched, deliberately making his powerfully muscled back bulge and flex, his swimmer arms popping to his partner's delight. He made a show of pushing down his deep blue trunks, doing a little striptease. Zack twisted his hips, bent over low to show off his firm ass. He peer back and was pleased to see Lance's face was radiant with love and appreciative desire. Zack chuckled and grabbed the first pair of trunks he'd picked out. He stepped into a purple Andrew Christian boxer jock. He pulled them up his muscular legs, setting the underwear around his waist, and took a moment to adjust his dick in the pouch to its best effect. This incidentally left his framed and naked ass facing Lance, who groaned and had to hold himself back from diving into the round globes. Zack turned around to show off his hefty package and then it was his turn to let out an aroused moan. While his back was turned, Lance had changed his briefs and was now wearing a eye popping yellow swim jock. The mesh pouch could barely contain Lance's balls and shaft, the material revealing every line of their shape clearly. Lance's heavy pouch weighed down on the jock's narrow waistband, uncovering his trimmed pubes. Zack's own package was lifted up and out by the trunks he wore, giving him a rounded and prominent bulge that stuck out several inches. The teens stalled as they took in the sight of their partner's obscenely pronounced underwear. Then they crashed together again, fiercely kissing while groping and pawing at each other's cock. Hands grabbed asses and slid into underwear to take hold of thickening rods. Growls of lust and pleasure came from their throats as they hungrily devoured each other, both boys aflame with sexual joy. Lance and Zack eventually tore away from each other, gulping in deep breaths. They each gasped out an "I love you," before tearing into more packages of underwear. This time Lance donned a barely large enough silk g-string, Zack a mesh backless brief. They turned back, posing and teasing, but ultimately unable to resist molesting each other in their erotic gear. Again, the hot athletes crushed against each other in almost violent passion. Martin could hardly believe what was happening. Having his little brother on him and aroused was very familiar, but but doing so openly in front of other people was unthinkable. Or had been. Now, Martin's head was spinning and his dizziness left him feeling like his painfully throbbing teen cock and the two boys making out were the only real things in the world. Jeremy and Derek were totally caught up with each other, oblivious to anything beyond their best friend and their dueling tongues. Martin played the stunned voyeur, not even entirely aware of the steel boy dicks in his hands for several minutes. Finally he roused himself to take a literal active hand in the erotic action. Martin started to play with the tiny boyhoods, tweaking and fondling them through their little boy undies. The boys' sounds of pleasure increased as their dicklets were stimulated. Martin hummed his own joy, greatly enjoying the taboo irony of sexing up children through the superhero emblems emblazoned on the cotton. Not long passed before Martin wanted more. He slid his hands down each boy's soft, smooth leg, then returned to their underooos. This time, he worked his hands up under the cloth, making skin to skin contact with the prepubescent penises. Martin sighed in true enjoyment, the small organs feeling amazing in his fingers. He stroked the hard shafts with his fingertips, loving the contrast of still aroused rods and soft young skin. Martin alternated between the boys' erections and their tiny immature balls. He also gently rubbed his thumb across their completely smooth pubic region. It felt wonderful having two boys in his hands, and Martin's attentions in turn brought them to whimpering gasps as they continued to kiss. It wasn't long before the stimulation got too much for Jeremy. Martin knew exactly how to work his brother's dick and the seven year old was nearly overwhelmed in short order. He broke free of the kiss and clasped Martin's hand to pause the assault on his privates. "Oh god. Fuck," Jeremy panted. "This is amazing, Derek." He smiled, his eyes still glowing with his arousal. "I love how we've played and experimented together. But it sucked having to pretend I didn't know anything." Jeremy laughed lightly, joined by Derek and Martin. "I'm so glad I can share this with you now." "Me too," Derek said. "Man, I can't believe you also play sexy games." Derek was bouncing excitedly, bumping against Martin's still rock hard shaft, making the teen gasp and shudder. "How long have you played them? I only started getting to a couple months ago." "Umm," Jeremy hesitated, looking at his brother for guidance. At Martin's reassuring, if distracted, nod, Jeremy continued, blushing a fair bit. "Uh, quite a while, I think. As early as I can remember, Martin and mi abuelo were intimate around me. But I first started being included a few years ago, now." He looked up at Derek, uncertainly over the reaction his confession would garner writ on his face. He needn't have worried. Derek's face lit up. "Really? Oh man, that's awesome!" Derek looked at Martin. "And you've done it even longer? So cool. I have so much to catch up on. Wanna help me?" His utter enthusiasm broke the mild tension and the Hispanic siblings laughed aloud. "You know it!" Jeremy answered. "How about this?" An evil grin spread across Jeremy's face. "Help me." The young boys turned toward Martin, straddling each of his legs, before working to pull off his polo. As they leaned forward, Martin slid his hands around, taking hold of the two cute little butts. He rumbled happily as small hands lifted and removed his shirt, while his own felt up the perfectly smooth asses and ran a finger between the hairless globes. He hummed an aroused and contented sound. Martin's chest came into view, his dark skin showing the signs of his puberty well on its way, but not yet complete. Muscles were evident, though not prominent, his flat stomach lacking defined abs. He was fit and athletic, his years of track and soccer producing a lithe teenage form. The developing body showed clear promise of the stunning man he'd yet to grow into. A faint dusting of hair was beginning to spread across his chest, Martin clearly taking after his grandfather. Jeremy dropped Martin's shirt heedlessly as it was pulled free. The boy halted then, taking in his brother's torso, once hand splayed lightly against the teenage chest. The siblings met each other's eyes and for a moment, Derek and everything else was forgotten. Both their expressions were those of tender love and affection, a compelling mix of familial and romantic love and sensual arousal. Martin pressed his lips to Jeremy's, nothing overt, just lips against closed lips, which Jeremy immediately returned. It was almost chaste, innocent, but their faces and intimate air spoke clearly of the deep care each boy had for his brother. Derek sighed a happy and thrilled noise, seeing the same love he felt for his family expressed in his best friend. The sound broke the spell and Jeremy regained awareness with a slightly chagrined chuckle. He pushed himself away form his brother and looked at Derek. "Watch this," he said, a hint of conspiracy in his voice. "You can get him to do anything this way." Jeremy dropped his head and placed his mouth on Martin's left nipple, the small dark brown nub already firm in anticipation. The effect was instant and dramatic. Martin's entire body went rigid, goosebumps erupting along his arms. A gasp escaped his throat followed by a breathless, high keening. Jeremy started to suck and flick the nipple with his tongue, gently biting and scraping teeth across the incredibly sensitive flesh. Jeremy wanted to show off for his friend, so he applied all the skill he could, and Martin reacted entirely. The teen's voice went even higher in pitch, breaking and cracking between adult and child, periodically cutting off entirely as he gasped for breath. Martin's muscles trembled uncontrollably, his limbs twitching in mindless bliss. He kept flinching between pushing his brother away and restraining himself from doing so. Evidence of Martin's enjoyment of the assault, despite the pained, almost inhuman sounds he was emitting, was in his groin. Marin's cock was fully erect, and them some, visibly throbbing even through his snug jeans. Jeremy kept this up for almost a minute. He then released the nipple, settling back on Martin's leg. His eyes had a wicked gleam in them as he looked down at the breathless teen. "You see?" Jeremy said to Derek. "His nipples are crazy sensitive. He's helpless when they're played with. And he fucking loves it!" To prove his point, Jeremy reached down and took hold of Martin's package. The shaft jumped as he grabbed it, and Martin gasped aloud. Jeremy looked at his friend. "Wanna help me blow his mind?" "Hell yeah!" Derek grinned back. In unison, both children went for Martin's pecs, latching onto his insanely tender nipples. Martin was just starting to recover when the pincer attack hit him. He almost screamed at the incredible sensations but his breath caught in his throat before it came out. For several long moments, Martin was literally unable to breathe, his entire body locked rigidly in overwhelming sensation. Finally he gasped and sucked in air. "Ah, oh, m, motherfuck," the teen whimpered and groaned. "Fucking sexy brats. Just wait till I get back at you. Oh god, don't stop you little bastards." Martin clasped the young boys tightly to him, still fondling their perky hairless butts. He began prodding their tiny holes, rubbing his fingertips across and around the lads' rosebuds. Both boys moaned at the stimulation of their most intimate place and nursed ever more eagerly on Martin's erect nipples. "Oh god, mijos," the teen managed to get out before his super sensitive nips overpowered him once again. Lance and Zack had gone through several more pair of erotic underwear, the floor around them littered with discarded pairs and packaging. The two young men were flush with unsated desire, panting and sweating their fierce arousal. Zack was currently in a traditional plain white jock, the mesh stretched almost to its limit by his rod. Lance was in the sheer see-through briefs he'd noticed earlier. The boyfriend brothers were sprawled on the floor, wrapped around each other. In a mad frenzy of lips and tongues they kissed, seemingly struggling to occupy the same physical space as each other. They rolled and wrestled through the pile of underwear until Lance finally shoved Zack off him. Lance didn't stop there, bodily pushing his love up to a kneeling position, knees spread. Flipping around, Lance maneuvered himself on his stomach, head even with the stretched out jock pouch. In a desperate, needful whimper, Lance begged Zack, "Give it to me. Your piss. I fucking need it. Now!" "But we're on carpet. In a story," Zack hesitated. "I don't fucking care!" Lance almost sounded furious at the delay, a frantic demand and plea coming through his voice and eyes. "Get your piss down my goddamned throat!" At that Lance swallowed his lover's bulge, mouthing a third of the pulsing shaft through the rough material. Zack was taken aback by Lance's fervor. The wrestler was certainly into watersports, but not this passionately. This need was generally Zack's own. Still, the mouth on his cock was wonderful and the demand for his piss roused his bladder. Zack groaned as he tried to get his stream to work through his hardon. He leaned over Lance to ease the angle a bit and at last his dick let loose, spraying hot golden liquid into the jock and his boyfriend's mouth. "Oh, fuck," he grunted. Lance tightly sealed his lips around the shaft. In no time, the white pouch was soaked through, piss filling his mouth rapidly. He groaned aloud as the fluid washed over his tongue, beginning to sate a primal need in him. He let his mouth fill with the salty warm water, swallowed it down, and let it refill him, repeating the cycle over and over. The wonderful tasting piss quickly spread through the mesh, the pristine white jock turning pale yellow. Despite Lance's thirsty gulps, piss dripped down across his face from the soaked pouch. While Lance literally sucked the piss out of him, Zack groaned loudly. The dual joys of releasing his bladder and getting blown, both viscerally pleasant feelings on their own, added into an incredible experience. Shudders of bliss coursed through him, threatening to to cause his legs to give out. Zack growled on, his supply of fresh piss seemingly endless, bolstered as it was by time and water from their day's swimming. For whole minutes he kept going, watching as his lover greedily and desperately drank every bit possible. As he pissed, Zack decided to go all in on the kinky moment. "That's right, drink my piss, dirty fucking pig," Zack said menacingly. He drove his cock into his partner's throat, choking him and making Lance gag briefly. "Look at you, perving on me, begging for my waste. Fuck, you're drinking my damn piss like you're starving." Zack wrapped his hands firmly around Lance's neck, giving himself a handle to start fucking into the wrestler's face. "Filthy faggot," he sneered. "Fine. Better be ready to finish what you're starting then." Zack redoubled his efforts, splashing even more piss into Lance's eager mouth. Lance was moaning nonstop, delirious with the taste of piss and cotton. The piss finally trickled to a stop while Zack's roleplaying abuse filled his head and stirred his passions to white hot heat. He seized the ass straps of the jock and used them to pull Zack deeper into his mouth, gagging again as the cloth covered head fought with his throat. Not wanting to make things too easy, plus being lust maddened to boost, Lance violently yanked back the jock straps and let them go. The elastic snapped loudly against Zack's hard ass, a sharp stinging pain surprising him. He roared in shock and outrage. "You'll fucking pay for that!" Zack took hold of Lance's perky nipples, giving them a firm yank and twist. As the younger man yelped in pain and pleasure alike, Zack freed his cock from both Lance's mouth and the soaked jock, pulling the pouch aside. He met Lance's eyes with his own, smacking his heavy shaft against the wrestler's pissy face several times. "This is going down your throat," Zack growled. "Better be ready, boy." So saying, he aimed his dick and drove it into his love's mouth again. He did so carefully enough to not hurt the teen, but forcibly enough that Lance choked for a moment and had to struggle a bit to relax enough to swallow the thick tool. Zack quickly bottomed out, his balls pressed against Lance's face. Lance rumbled deep in his chest, fully into the sub role. The vibration made Zack cry out, already beside himself from the unbelievable tightness clamped onto him. He moved then, fucking himself carefully into his boyfriend, working to loosen him enough that the deep throat fucking he craved wouldn't harm the man. Soon he was able to easily thrust fully into Lance, sliding in and out with increasing speed. He reached out, mentally making contact with Lance. *Got a surprise for you, sick fuck,* Zack sent. He shoved fully into Lance's mouth, then stopped. A second later, he began pissing again, the remaining flow he'd cut off and held for this. Lance groaned even more, feeling his lover pissing directly into his stomach. *Yes, use me. I'm a fucking urinal for you. A sex doll. I exist for nothing but your pleasure, Zack. A dirty, filthy, sick perv.* Lance urged Zack on as his stomach filled with hot piss. He moaned like a bad 70s porn star, aloud and psychically, throwing himself fully into the role. Zack resumed fucking deep into Lance's mouth, pulling totally out, periodically, just enough to let Lance catch a breath, before shoving his spit covered cock back into the warm tight throat. He used one arm to brace himself over Lance, while also yanking and playing with his sore nipples. For his part, Lance held on for dear life, holding firmly to his lover's ass and hips. Now and then he 'accidentally' smacked those cheeks or snapped a jock strap, receiving swift and ecstatic punishment for his efforts. A litany of insults, dirty talk, threats, and pleas fell from their voices and minds. Deeper through their mental link flowed a constant stream of love, care, and check ins. The lovers minds both ensured their play was safe and consensual, even as the physical act became more and more forceful between them. Martin was a moaning, keening ball of electric sensation tearing through him. The eager kiddie mouths sucking on his nipples was driving near insane with ecstasy. The young rears in his hands were smooth, soft, and firm with muscle, sliding wonderfully in his palms. His prodding against their tight little holes had set Jeremy and Derek humming in pleasure, adding yet more extreme bliss to Martin's nipples. Finally, Martin couldn't stand it any longer. He disengaged himself from the boys, somewhere between pushing them away, pulling back, and dropping them to the floor. The awkward maneuver ended with Martin on his feet, his tight pants bulging uncomfortably, his dick clearly visible down one leg. Derek and Jeremy landed on their knees and quickly clambered to their feet. Martin groaned, reaching down his pants to adjust himself to a more comfortable position before squeezing and fondling the iron rod. "Damn, you two are hot," Martin sighed. "Fuck! Lie down. It's my turn." The teen guided the boys down until they were side by side on their backs. For a moment, Martin looked down at them, groping himself as he took in the phenomenal sight. The two prepubescent boys, their only hair on their heads, lying together in only comic book character underwear. Their faces showed a mix of playful fun and lustful interest, eyes shining with juvenile excitement crossed with sensual arousal. "Fuck," Martin whispered again. He quickly pushed down his jeans, revealing a tight pair of red plaid boxers. Finally freed from its constraints, Martin's five inch dick popped through the open fly, the head already glistening with precum. Martin knelt between the boys, one knee between each of their smooth legs. "Can't believe how lucky I am," he breathed. The young teen leaned in and kissed Jeremy, then Derek, quickly but passionately feeding them his tongue, deeply and intently. All three we left agape from the kiss. As Martin retreated, he gently nudged the children's faces toward each other. With no further urging, they began to again make out with youthful enthusiasm. Martin turned his attention to the two boy crotches protected by nothing more than thin cotton underoos. Poking out in the fly was the proof of their sexuality, tiny cocklets hard and pushing out the underwear. Martin licked his lips eagerly as he bent over and latched his mouth on his brother. He sucked firmly through the kid undies, using lips and tongue on the little shaft and balls. The cloth was soon soaked with his saliva, turning the white parts semi-transparent, giving tantalizing hints of the immature equipment hidden beneath. Martin admired his handiwork for a second, then repeated the process on Derek's groin. As he suckled, Martin slid his hands up each boy's soft leg and reached into the leg hole of their briefs. Once more, he slipped into their crack and poked gently at their tight holes. Jeremy and Derek cried out at the attention, moaning in through their kiss. Each spread his legs to give Martin better access, wanting and welcoming the pending intrusion. The teen took full advantage, working a finger into each hole about half an inch. Lack of lube made it impossible to get any deeper into the tiny rings, but Martin nonetheless happily pleasured the boys' asses, balls, and wonderfully delicious underage cocks. For several long moments, Martin simply dedicated himself to his task. Back and forth his head bobbed on the small packages, thoroughly tonguebathing them. He continued his campaign on their butts. As the gleeful boys loosened, Martin found himself barely finger fucking them, a couple millimeters back and forth. With an impassioned cry, Martin stood, darting over to the nearest of many stashes and grabbing a small bottle of lube. He quickly returned, cock flopping around and dripping through his fly. Jeremy and Derek were still lip locked but had rolled, facing each other. Each had reached down their buddy's underwear, clearly stroking their friend. Martin watched the show for a minute or two, sliding a hand along his almost five inch dick. Pleasant tingles ran from the shaft through his entire teenage body, his half mature organ nearly as sensitive as his nipples. Martin kneeled again, resuming his prior position. He grasped each boy's wrist, pulling them away from their toys. Jeremy and Derek broth their kiss to protest, but Martin shushed them firmly. "It's time for payback," Martin promised, his tone playful and seductive. He briefly licked their small fingers, sucking on the digits like they were cocks. He then positioned the boy's arms up above their heads, leaving their young bodies completely at his mercy. His hands slid down those bodies, tracing jaws and tweaking nipples, before once more taking hold of those cute little packages. His touch was rewarded with high pitched voices whimpering in joyous pleasure. Martin grinned. Slowly, teasingly, he gently tugged down Derek's briefs, finally revealing the steel hard child cock. High sighed pleasantly, loving the sight of the smooth, pale penis. It was beautiful and obscene in its taboo contrast of innocent boy and twitching arousal. "So sexy," he whispered. He leaned down, placing a simple feather light kiss on Derek's pubic area, right at the base of his shaft, enjoying the tremor rippling through the hairless boy. Martin left the underwear part way down Derek's thighs, smirking at the printed Superman witnessing the perverse activity. He then repeated the process with his own brother, step by step. Once the familiar spike, just a bit longer than two inches, Jeremy sported was freed, Sonic now also positioned to watch, Martin placed his hands on their hips. "Ready for my to have my way with you two?" Derek nodded rapidly, gasping out a "Yes!" Jeremy locked gazed with martin, the siblings sharing another deeply intimate moment. "Siempre, mi hermano. Siempre." Always, my brother. Always. Their dark eyes shined with the depths of their love for each other. Martin indulged the affectionate moment a few seconds more. Then he shook his head and set to his promise, eager to thoroughly enjoy their youthful forms and give them enjoyment in equal measure. With well practiced motions, Martin quickly covered his first two fingers in lube, getting them as slippery as he could. Once more, he reached down between the kids' legs, sliding his fingers between their cheeks. This time when he prodded at the hidden rings, his slick fingers easily slipped in to the first knuckle. Gasps of bliss came from came out of Jeremy and Derek as they welcomed the joyous intrusion. Martin ran his thumb across the two pairs of small testicles, snugly held in their smooth sack, adding to their pleasure. A bit more work on their holes, and his fingers pushed in to the second knuckle, then slowly even further. The boys cried out as their groins spiked pleasure through them. They were now visibly twitching, almost thrashing, from the wondrous feelings. "That's it, mijos, let me in," Martin crooned. "If you want mi verga, you'll have to open up more. Is that what you want, perhaps?" "Oh, god, yes," Jeremy wriggled down on the incestuous digit. "Si, Martin, si! Fuck me, any time!" Derek hesitated a moment before deciding. He desperately wanted to be able to bottom, but aside from Cody and some finger play, hadn't yet done so. He badly wanted to be a big boy like his oldest brothers, join in sex play as they did. They and Aaron had been frustratingly leery of going there, not wanting to hurt Derek at all. Which he appreciated, knowing they loved him too much to ever abuse or take advantage of him. And their dicks were frankly huge, especially to a little boy. Still, they were all distracted, his psychic senses told him. And Martin was not nearly as big as they were, though much bigger than Cody. And the finger did feel amazing as it now slid easily in and out of his six year old ass. Riding Cody's smaller rod felt great, too, and Derek had been feeling a strange itch in his butt any time he thought about fucking since them. All this ran through his young mind, but it was his best friend that made him decide. Only a couple months older than him, Jeremy's begging demands and clear lack of anal virginity pricked Derek's male ego and competitive spirit. If Jeremy could get fucked by a full sized (well almost full sized) dick, then he damn well could too. The choice made, Derek spoke up, only seconds after his friend. "Fuck yeah!" he shouted. "Put your cock in me. Fuck my ass, Martin! I want it so bad." Martin laughed aloud at the response to his suggestion. "You got it, boys. Plenty in me for both of you." He thrust his finger completely into each tiny stretched hole, a teasing promise of what was to come. "But first, I'm gonna enjoy these tasty little weenies," he said, licking his lips. He did just that. Sucking one small underage dicklet, then the other, Martin lost himself in the taste of boycock, one of his favorite flavors. The smooth balls under his thumb and tight clamped rings around his index finger only added to the ecstasy. Young voices moaning lustily and rambling a mix of Spanish and English vulgarities added to his arousal. Martin's own cock was pulsatingly hard, eager and ready to sink into those waiting holes in an extreme act of taboo and love. For long minutes of ecstatic bliss, Martin feasted on his snacks, all the wile pleasuring and loosening the hot kids for what was next on the menu. Zack had been fiercely face fucking his lover for what felt like ages. Twice he'd had to pause, pull back from the brink of orgasm. Both times Lance had whimpered and begged, desperately struggling to get the thick rod back into his throat. The second time, Zack slapped Lance's face around for the audacity, whereupon he'd subsided to quietly wait for Zack to be ready. As a reward for the obedience, Zack again filled Lance's eager mouth with a bit more piss he'd managed to produce. Lance greedily gulped down the notably stronger piss, made so by the growing delay since the boys had hydrated. Zack followed up the watersports by fully shoving his shaft to the hilt in his brother's mouth. Lance gagged ever so slightly, but his abused throat was sufficiently relaxed by now to easily welcome the fat head. Zack pounded that throat with long full thrusts for another few minutes until, again, he felt his balls threaten to unload. "Oh fuck!" he gasped, panting from the strain of holding back his cum. "I'm not finished with you yet, you sick fuck. Don't think we're done." "Yes," Lance thrashed and groaned, pawing at his mesh covered cock. "I'm yours, do anything to me, whatever you want." "Hey! Knock that off! Nobody said you could touch yourself!" Zack ripped Lance's hands away from their stroking. He smacked the hard wrestler abs to firmly emphasize the point. Lance cried out in pain and lust, more precum oozing from his dick, adding to the sticky mess that was his pubes and mesh underwear. "And shut the fuck up! Tired of hearing your voice." Zack tore off his jock. "Open up," he said, leaning over Lance's face. When the teen let his jaw drop, Zack stuffed the sweaty piss stained underwear in, gagging his boyfriend. Lance protested, but the thick cloth muffled his complaints. "Better," Zack leaned back. "Least your quieter." "Now then," Zack worked his way down Lance's torso, firmly smacking and punching his abs and pecs several times. "I'm gonna fuck the shit out of your sweet little ass." Zack took hold of his lover's legs, bodily lifting him up until Lance was supported on his arms and shoulders. The thick muscular ass spread open, revealing a twitching pink hole. Zack grinned. "Oh shit, you can't wait to have a cock in there, can you, slut? Just desperate for anyone to fill that ass, fag?" Zack ran a finger across the hole and leered when it pulsed wider, seemingly trying to pull the digit inside. "You really can't stand not having me in there, can you?" Lance groaned with desperate need through the gag. Despite it, he was begging for Zack to please stop tormenting him and fuck him already. None of the pleas got through the jock, but their meaning was clear enough. Zack chuckled. "I suppose you've behaved, for the most part anyway." He worked his jaw and built up a wad of saliva which he spat onto the winking hole. "Guess I can give you what a perv like you needs. Was gonna plow your ass, regardless, of course." Zack spat a second glob of spittle into Lance's ass, then leaned in and worked his tongue into that pucker. Zack hummed happily as he feasted on the delicious hole. He didn't have lube handy, nor did he intend to use any if he did, so set to prepping his love the old fashioned way. Which suited him just fine. Zack loved eating ass, especially Lance's. His lover's unique blend of sweat and man covered his tongue in a taste better than ambrosia. Zack spent quite a while eating Lance out. Several times he sit into that hole, getting it ever more slippery. He constantly spanked the muscular globes as well, until Lance's ass was bright red. All the while, Lance groaned through the assault, chewing on the soaked jock, sucking out as much of his boyfriend's piss flavor as possible. Finally Zack couldn't hold off. Gasping breathlessly, he stood and braced Lance more stably using an underwear rack. "Better be ready, boy," he growled. "My dick's going into you and I won't stop until I blow." Zack lined up, placing his cockhead against Lance's gaping hole. Lance groaned and flailed, eagerly anticipating the penetration. With no further warning, Zack thrust his hips, impaling Lance in a single moment. The young man literally screamed through his jock gag. A mix of pain at the spit lubed rod splitting him open and the wonderful feeling of being filled to capacity by the love of his life tore through his body. Zack didn't pause, pulling out and slamming back into his lover's tight and hungry hole. "Oh fuck! So tight," Zack shouted. "I love your ass. Fucking take my fat cock, you sexy bastard!" Slapping skin filled the air, Zack's low hanging balls bouncing off Lance's wide spread ass. As hard and fast as he could, Zack fucked that hole, using his rod as a weapon rather than a tool. "Ugh! So good! Your ass belongs to me, boy. Any time I want, gonna have this dick in there." A litany of threats and promises came from him, the dirty talk adding to the scene and turning them both on even more. Lance was soon reduced to a mindless quivering puddle of overwhelming pleasure edged with a thrilling touch of pain. And endless moan emitted from his threat, his voice threatening to give out. Lance's throat was already raw from the vicious fucking it'd received, but he was beyond caring. All he wanted, all he could even do, was let his ass get reamed and chew on the pissy jock. The rutting teens quickly lost themselves in their violent lovemaking, grunts and curses becoming louder even as their orgasms rapidly built up. Martin hummed in perfect contentment as he sucked on the two shuddering boys. He could happily nurse on the tiny rods for hours, and considered doing just that. He had, however, made a promise to the kids and the thought of sliding his teen cock into tight juvenile butts was nearly as appealing as sucking their dicklets. Derek and Jeremy were twitching nonstop, even going into occasional full spasms. The talented teen mouth on their dicks, the thumb fondling their balls, and the now two fingers buried in each of their asses and stroking their immature prostates gave them an incredible ecstasy. Both boys were thrilled with the attention, gasping and crying out. But they'd been promised a fuck and were determined that Martin pay up. "Damnit, Martin," Jeremy growled. "Ugh! Fuck!" he was interrupted by an especially good finger move by his brother. He ground his teeth to regain control, flailing around on the floor. "Come on! You promised! Fuck us. Ugh! You can blow me all night while I sleep if you want, but only if you get that dick in my ass right now!" Jeremy yelled at his stubborn brother. Derek took up the call. "Please Martin," he begged. "Fuck me. You've no idea how badly I want it. I wanna feel a few sized cock in me. Will you? Please?" Martin groaned, a hint of frustration in his tone, and kept sucking the delicious boy dicks for another minute or so. At last he released them, rising to his knees, reluctant to end his favorite sexual activity. "Alright guys. Have it your way," he chuckled. "Flip over and get those cute little butts in the air." Jeremy and Derek quickly rolled over to their hands and knees. Derek stayed there, looking over his shoulder at Martin, who was generously coating his teen dick with lube. Martin still wore his boxers, cock and balls pulled through the open fly. As he stroked himself smoothly, Martin noticed Derek looking. "Ready for this, mijo?" Martin asked, flaunting his erection. He did so with a kind and reassuring, though still suggestive, smile. Derek felt the pounding in his chest shift more toward excitement and anticipation than fear. "Hell yeah!" Derek breathed deeply, readying himself. "Use your rod on me, Martin." Martin positioned himself behind the small boy, straddling his legs. He adjusted Derek's stance to be more comfortable. Before continuing, Martin looked over at his brother. Jeremy was sprawled out on his chest and knees, spread as far as his underoos allowed anyway. The seven year old was growling and cursing, demanding Martin "get to fucking already." Three of his own fingers were buried in his needy ass, Jeremy trying frantically to soothe his own desires. "Don't worry, hermanito," Martin rubbed Jeremy's soft ass cheeks. "I'll take care of you both." "Fucking better," Jeremy muttered. "Get on with it!" Martin chuckled while he worked more lube into Derek's nearly virgin hole. The boy gasped as he was stretched open by Martin's skilled hands. Having been sexually active with his brother for years now, Martin had excellent training in prepping a tight little kid ass. Though Jeremy was now well practiced at taking a solid dicking down, he certainly hadn't started there. "Relax, little man," Martin crooned. "I'm gonna give you the ride of your life." The teen set his head against Derek's tight right and carefully started to push his way in. Derek's breath seized as the intrusion began. It was like pain, but not quite the same. Riding Cody hadn't really required the muscle to stretch, since he was still largely prepuberty. Martin was well on his way, however, and was forcibly expanding Derek's unbelievably tight asshole. That said, Martin had well prepared Derek for this with the earlier fingering. Furthermore, Martin's endowment seemed almost tailor made for breaking in small children. His penis had grown in length during his maturation, but not yet much in girth. Likewise, the head of his fourteen year old dick had thickened but retained a slim tapered shape, just a bit wider than his shaft. The resulting slender rod and tip were perfect for gently opening a tiny boy hole and beginning their journey to happily taking even larger ones. With carefully deliberate motions, Martin pushed into Derek, coaching the child. "Breathe, Derek. Keep relaxing. You got it, miho. Doing great. You feel so good." Derek gasped breaths deeply in and out. The pain that was not pain continued to build, radiating from his full ass. Cries of overwhelmed sensation filled the area and Derek's young mind struggled to decide if this experience was good or bad. Then two things happened nearly at once. Martin had worked about half his length into Derek, working in and out a bit at a time. He thrust forward to slide in another inch. At that moment, Derek's ass ring finally gave in, relaxing completely as it accepted the penetration. In a single smooth motion, Martin suddenly found himself balls deep in a tight, warm, six year old hole. The teen groaned aloud and instinctively pulled back for another thrust. Derek yelled out at the abruptness of being totally filled with cock. The head dragging across his young prostate once, then a second time, the shaft bigger than anything he'd yet felt, the teen balls pressed into his own nuts, was literally mindblowing for the young boy. "Argh! Fuck!" he screamed. Martin immediately froze, stopping mid thrust. "Are you alright, kid?" he asked, concern overriding everything else. "Fuck! Keep going," Derek panted. He shoved himself back, once again being gloriously filled with teen cock. "Yes, don't stop. Oh god, this is great. Fuck me, Martin!" Derek squirmed himself around, trying to repeat the incredible feeling of being impaled. Martin moaned as the amazing tightness worked his dick. "No problem," he said. True to his word, Martin began a measured pace, fucking Derek with firm, full length thrusts. Derek was quickly reduced to wordless sounds of bliss, punctuated occasionally with sexual obscenities and demands. Jeremy was watching the show with intense joy, but also getting more than tired of waiting for his turn. Watching his best friend get pounded was hot, but their cautious pace and his dickless ass was not doing it for him. "God damn it, Martin," Jeremy growled. "Fucking use that cock already. I know you've got more in you. He can take it. I know he can." He gasped as he jabbed at his own hole. "If not, then fucking give me your cock. I'll take whatever pounding you've got!" "Don't worry, bro," Martin grunted between thrusts. "I've got you. Hope you're both ready. Gonna really start working you two." Martin carefully pulled out of Derek, who protested at the emptiness within him. The teen pushed the boys' hips closer to each other, taking perverse joy in Superman and Sonic still watching the tableau. Hope you guys are enjoying the show. Only gonna get crazier, he thought to himself. "Careful what you wish for, Jeremy," Martin said as he got into position. Years of knowing him told Martin what Jeremy needed, so with no further preamble, the teen slammed his cock into his brother. Flesh smacked flesh and Jeremy cried in blissful satisfaction. "Finally," he sighed. "Missed you, bro. Now fuck me!" Martin said nothing, but his adoring smile spoke volumes. Instead he began to rapidly slam into his brother's perfect ass. The brothers had coupled like this countless times, but it was still as wonderful for them as ever. Both boys loved their grandfather Jose dearly, and were utterly thrilled to have sex with him. But their bond, brotherly, sensual, incestuous, was something else. Neither brother felt as content or whole as when one was in the other, passionately making love to mouth and ass, sharing their dicks and bodies and hearts. As before, the siblings lost themselves for a few long moments. Quiet, aside from groans of ecstasy and the sounds of fucking, settled on the area. Soon though, the Latino brothers remembered the other member of their threesome. Jeremy shuffled even closer to Derek, wrapping an arm over the other boy. Martin, meanwhile, slammed hard into Jeremy's eager hole, then pulled out. "Get ready, buddy," Jeremy said after a blissful gasp. "He's gonna go to town on us now." Derek only whimpered with his excitement. Martin growled, a rumbling deep in his chest. He turned to Derek and slid his searing cock back into the boy hole in a single thrust. Derek cried out, "Yes!" and gladly welcomed the intrusion. Martin no longer went carefully, his arousal rising and now satisfied that he wouldn't hurt the small child. With long, powerful thrusts, Martin impaled the tight ass ring over and over, to all of their sexual joy. "Aw, yeah, feels great, doesn't it?" Jeremy asked. He was watching the expressions running across Derek's face, vicariously enjoying the hot fuck. Intimately familiar with how Martin's member felt, Jeremy could nearly feel the beloved dick in his own ass. "Love getting fucked. Bet you do, too, don't you, Derek?" "Oh, yes!" Derek whimpered and gasped. "Oh god, so good. Fuck me!" He turned his head and kissed his friend briefly, before more cries of his pleasure escaped him. "We're gonna do this all the time. On sleepovers, right? Ahh!" he cut off as his prostate sent a blast of ecstasy through him. "You know it," Jeremy grinned. "Maybe we'll even let Martin joinnggh!" His words fell apart as Martin, without warning, left Derek's ass and plowed into Jeremy at full force. "Ugh! Fuck yeah. What I needed." "That's right, bro," Martin grunted. "Better not forget who's ass that is. We both know you gotta have me up your hole, right?" "Si, papi, si!" Jeremy yelled. The brothers fell into a brief exchange in Spanish, which Derek couldn't follow. Only a couple moments later, though, he was once again part of things as Martin's rod forced its way back into him. All three boys call out their rutting passion, heedless of who could hear. Back and forth, Martin wielded his cock on the two kids, fucking them with all the speed and power his runner's build could manage. Derek and Jeremy clung to each other through the assault, loving every moment and impaling thrust. Endearments, curses, ultimatums, and encouragements were voiced by all, fueling their passions. Martin was deep in his brother when Jeremy noticed the change in his pace that told him he was getting close to cumming. Martin's voice had degenerated into nothing but grunts and growls as he took his lust out on the little boys. "He's close," Jeremy got out between slamming fucks. "Gonna cum soon. Oh fuck!" He fumbled behind him with his free hand, soon finding Derek's rock hard spike. It hadn't lost any of its stiffness through the plowing. In fact, Jeremy thought it might be a bit bigger and harder than normal, just over two inches long. Frantically, Jeremy started to play with the hot cocklet, seeking to bring his friend to orgasm as fast as possible. Derek was also beyond words, aside from a litany of "oh, fuck, ugh, ooh, yes," but he picked up on the cue and found Jeremy's boy dick as well. In unspoken agreement, they wedged themselves together and against the floor, making out as best they could in the awkward pose. Nonstop, they beat each other off and soon both boys felt the growing tingles that presaged their dry cums. Martin sped up even faster, slamming his teen hardon once or twice into a boy before switching. Ever more frantically, he pursued the mindblowing orgasm that fucking underage asses would bring. Already his balls were tightening, his young cum boiling and building. Time stretched out in endless moments of bliss for the group, each delirious with sexual joy. Despite their wish otherwise, the inevitable climax arrived all too soon. Martin roared as he felt his orgasm crest. He voice, already strained from his constant sounds of lust, cracked and broke through it but there was no mistaking its meaning. Martin yanked himself free, Derek crying in dismay at the unexpected empty feeling. Martin went to stoke himself off, but to his shock was already cumming. "Argh, fuck, oh!" Martin cried out as his cock spat off. Hot cum ejected from his teenage balls sprayed across the two hairless boys beneath him. Creamy white splattered over smooth boy butts and up their young backs, soaking Derek and Jeremy in fresh semen. The first drops of teen seed hitting them was enough to send both kids over. With high pitched yells, spasms of bliss ripped through them. Their small dicklets twitched and bounced, their immature testicles trying in vain to shoot cum. Their pleasure was no less extreme for the dry orgasm. Derek and Jeremy both continued to play with their friend to rid the crest of the sexual wave as long as possible. Eventually the young orgasms finally released the three boys. Jeremy and Derek collapsed to the floor, gingerly favoring their stretched and pleasantly tingling asses, euphoric expressions of intense satisfaction mirrored on their faces. Martin sagged to a sitting position, disbelief and happiness writ large in his expression. The teen raised a hand to the boys, massaging their backs and butts, rubbing his load into their smooth skin. They hummed contentedly from Martin's attentions, eventually rolling over onto their backs. The three friends shared a moment of happy intimacy, their gazes carrying their joy, affection, and appreciation for the threesome. Martin's eyes dropped, seeing the two tiny little dicks, and he smiled. Unable to resist the temptation, Martin at long last pulled off the boys' underwear, rendering them completely naked. He laid himself out and resumed softly sucking on the kiddie cocks. His suckling was slow and gently, not working to get the children off again, just wanting the taste and feel of those hairless little penises in his mouth. Even so, Derek and Jeremy felt mild tremors ripple through them. Almost mini-orgasms, the pleasant spasms flowed from their sensitive boyhoods and both were soon sighing in satisfaction. They turned heads toward each other, kissing idly and quietly For an uncounted time, Martin, Jeremy, and Derek stayed there, sensuously and intimately coming down from their frenetic sexual high. Elsewhere in the shop, Lance and Zack were rutting like madmen. Zack was unleashing his insane lust on his boyfriend's ass, heedless of what Lance wanted. Lance was fully willing, however, crying through the soaked jock still gagging him. He'd long since sucked out all the delicious piss of his beloved, but still struggled to find any he'd missed. Otherwise his care and awareness was reduced to only his ass, acting as nothing more than a hole for Zack's enjoyment. And enjoying that hole, Zack was. Nothing brought him more joy than sex with his lover. This submissive behavior was new, unexpected, but Zack found himself getting into it. Lance's mental connection with him ensured their limits and consent, despite little prior discussion about such play. And having free rein on Lance, using his willing body for anything he liked, had its appeal. "You're just a fucking hole for me," Zack growled. "No more than a Fleshjack for my cock." He drove into Lance with powerful thrusts, all but dropping his entire weight on Lance's strained body. "Mfg, ggh," Lance's groaned barely got through the jock but he couldn't help making them. The ravaging his ass was being subjected to was too much to ignore. The perfect dick pounding him over and over relentlessly set every nerve in his body afire with burning heat. Zack heard the groans and roughly slapped Lance's ass cheek. "Told you to shut up," he grunted. "I'll tell you when you can talk." He smacked the butt again, adding yet more brilliantly bright red to the inflamed flesh. "Oh fuck," Zack gasped. Between one moment and the next, he was suddenly reaching his climax. Cursing and growling, he fought it down, holding off cumming. "Oh crap. Too close!" he moaned. "I'm gonna cum, bitch. I expect you to cum, too. Only when I tell you to, got it?" Zack punctuated the order with a strong, full length thrust and a stinging spank. Lance nodded his acceptance, at this point willing to do literally anything Zack might as for. The incredible fuck he was being given and the exciting dom/sub dynamic they'd entered, bolstered by the mental link merging their experiences, set both men afire with ecstasy and passion. Lance in particular was aware of little more that the big cock tearing him open, the waves of pleasure coming from his ass and prostate, and the endless love he felt for Zack. The muffled sounds of his arousal through the jock spoke of his enjoyment, which Zack found highly appealing. Despite his self control, Zack couldn't hold off forever. His building orgasm rose to a blinding white hot edge and hung there for several drawn out moments. Time seemed to stop and Zack managed a couple more vicious slams into Lance. He felt the first spasms and managed to grunt out "Now cum, boy." Zack bottomed out and his balls fired off like a shotgun. Lance moaned, insensate with overpowering bliss. Zack's command, alongside the strongest fuck his hole had yet felt, triggered his own orgasm. Wads of his teen load shot down across his body, missing his abs but going directly at his face and chest. Thick drops of cum splashed across his pecs, covered his face, and soaked into his hair. Lance was still being held up by Zack, propped nearly inverted on his shoulders and arms, so all he could do was ride out the intensely overwhelming convulsions. Zack held in his lover's hole for the first couple blasts from his cock, then pulled out entirely. He aimed and let the rest of his cum splatter across his prone brother, adding to the mess. Globs of semen coated the wrestler's chest and face even more, a heavy facial mask of sex fluids. Lance's eyes were squinted shut against the white rain, jaw clenched on the now filthy jock. Despite the pained look, Lance's face also showed release, joy, and growing post-coital contentment as the two of their orgasms expended themselves. Their lust finally sated, Zack gently lowered Lance to the floor. A sound of pained relief came from him as strained joints and muscles were allowed to relax into a normal stance. Zack lied down alongside his young boyfriend. He freed the jock gag and used it to clean the worst of the cum from Lance's face, particularly around his eyes and nose. "Doing alright?" he asked, smiling softly. "Doing great," Lance smiled back, working his jaw to ease the aching muscle. "That was incredible." The couple spent a time in a contented embrace, gradually bringing themselves down from the mad heights of their play. They exchanged tender kisses and caresses, shared loving words of their appreciation and affection. Each boy made an effort to clean the other somewhat, fingers gathering cum and sweat, licking the delicious mix from stated bodies. They even shared their post orgasm urge to pee, idly drinking each other from a sixty-nine position. All the while, their minds carried the love Lance and Zack felt for each other. They didn't speak in words, but in sensation and emotion melded between them, a unity of full and true love creating a shared mindscape neither would ever be able to describe. All around Jose's store, worn and happy groups recovered form their exertions. Zack and Lance began dozing, wrapped tightly together in near sleep. Jeremy, Martin, and Derek sprawled out, idly playing with each others' bodies. None were willing to separate yet, so remained casually kissing, suckling, and fondling their spent forms. Cody, Aaron, and Jose laughed and snuggled, negotiating playfully for future purchases and fittings. Between Aaron and his sons, an air of utter bliss and comfort took form. Carried from and toward each of the five through their psychic bonds, love and contentment wrapped around the family. Words of those feelings came to them, sourceless but warm and familiar. As everyone happily rested from the unexpected intercourse, Aaron and the boys basked in the fullness of love, contentment, safety, and sexual afterglow. Miles away, on the far side of the city, a bundled figure huddled in a trash strewn alley. Cyn's arms wrapped around knees pulled tight against her chest. Being wedged in the corner between a dumpster and the dirty, scraped up wall hid her from the street, but still she made herself as small as shape as possible. She was rocking slightly, shivering from a cold that had little to do with the cool night coming on. Cyn had not only withdrawn her body nearly fetal, but her mind as well. Oblivious to the outside world, her thoughts desperately clung to a despairing hope. She knew it was futile, too much had happened too close together, but she freely lied to herself that it wasn't. Deeper still, beneath the denial she tried depressingly to believe, Cyn frantically struggled. In desperate panic, she frenetically worked to bury what she knew of the man Aaron and his family. It was nearly as pointless as trying to hide herself, but some shredded vestige of the young woman she'd once been, a tattered remnant of the optimistic and awe-filled person she'd thought destroyed, demanded she make the effort anyway. After she'd left the park, Cyn had panicked, fled as the realization of her unintended exposure hit her. Nobody had noticed her mad dash, the old and filthy homeless woman sprinting at full tilt down sidewalks and across parks. Adrenaline and horror lent power to a body long atrophied from physical action and in time it failed her. Cyn had dragged herself to her current hiding place and collapsed in misery to await the inevitable. She'd let her attention and focus drift too much to other matters. Her control had slipped too far and would now be noticed. They had been far too close, far too connected, for far too long for him not to. It honestly took longer than Cyn would have thought. He may have been busy or distracted, unable to quickly deal with her sudden reappearance. More likely, she thought, he was deliberately letting her stew. Letting her own pain drive her deeper into her despondency. It'd be like him to do so. Naturally, there would be an understandable explanation for the delay. Cyn used the time to cram more pointless layers of distraction around her knowledge of that kind, innocent, poor and vulnerable new family bond. At long last, his voice slipped into her thoughts, a sliding snakelike tendril that came to her mind with such intimate familiarity. Cyn's body shuddered at the long unheard voice. *Why Cynthia, there you are,* Aiden crooned, a careful note of surprise and pleasure modulating his tone. *It's been far too long. How are you?* Cyn hated herself that better than half of her involuntary trembling came from the arousal and desire that voice instilled. The rest was due to rage and disgust Aiden likewise caused her. Nausea roiled her stomach and Cyn patently refused to examine why it was flip flopping. She ground her teeth, fighting a mental battle to not rise to his bait, keep her thoughts empty. A moment later, his voice returned. *I truly hope you are alright. You seem pained somehow. It's been what? Ten years? Fifteen?* *I'm fine.* That should be safe enough, Cyn almost convinced herself. *Wonderful!* Cyn could almost see the self satisfied smirk on Aiden's face. *I was beside myself with worry when you vanished. I can't tell you how happy I am you're back.* Cyn bit down heavily on her lip, using the spike of pain to help her focus, keep her mind from revealing anything. She still knew it was a delaying tactic at best, but she'd take it. Knowing it was foolish, Cyn couldn't resist a sardonic, hate filled comment. *I'm fucking sure.* *Ah, Cynthia. Always the wordsmith,* Aiden paused, letting her have a chance to respond. When she didn't, he continued. *We will have plenty of time to catch up. A car is on the way to bring you home. I can't wait to see you again, my love. You will adore what we've done with the place, I'm certain.* Aiden paused. Cyn sighed, a sorrowful gloom crushing down on her. She could sense how he was cocking his head, as though quizzically considering something that just now caught his attention. *And if i'm not much mistaken, you found new recruits for our little project. Excellent. You were always good at finding others.* Aiden had picked up on that almost immediately, Cyn knew. Her denials and futile obfuscations had done as little as she'd feared. A miserable hope that she'd been able to keep specifics hidden, at least for a while, was all she had left. She let all her hatred and revulsion color her words. *I won't help you. You know that, Aiden,* Cyn wasn't able to withhold the longing, the arousal her traitorous mind and body still felt for the man. Even all this time later, after everything, he called to her. They'd been a perfect match, and a perfect match they still were, even if it sickened her to acknowledge it. *I quit everything and will not ever again.* *You already have, my dear. And you will again. Your curiosity will drive you, as it always does, You're too invested in the work we've done,* he deliberately shared memories of their work and love, their past. *I'll see you soon. I love you very much, Cynthia. Welcome home.* Aiden broke the connection with a mental caress that Cyn loathed and loved in equal measure. She pulled even deeper into herself. Mind and body both were pulled tightly curled, pushed toward a wish to vanish into nothingness by their tragic owner. When the expensive town car pulled up in front of the alley, Cyn didn't react in any way. Limp and hollow, she didn't resist as the two identically suited aides helped her up, respectfully but firmly, and into the comfortable leather interior. Mindless and despairing, huddled tightly around the shredded wisp of hope she couldn't quite lose, Cyn was driven back to the home she'd long abandoned.