Date: Sun, 25 Jun 2023 16:59:09 +0000 (UTC) From: Gregory Eugene Subject: Parentless Boys, Chapter 4 Parentless Boys, Chapter 4 Gregor E Gregoryeugene5@yahoo.com I like believing you would consider my stories and characters as real. Probably, not so real. I would really like to know what you think of my story. Good or bad, too long, too many words, not enough description, or how it made you feel. I would love to read emails and will do what it takes to respond to you. Please email me at gregoryeugene5@yahoo.com Thanks Gregor E I hope the title shows up correctly. It keeps getting changed to PANTLESS... instead of Parentless. If you enjoy any of the many beautifully written works on Nifty, please consider donating: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html A few days after my mom took me back to town, I was still sleeping when I heard a knock at the door. I kneeled on the bed and looked out the window to see the Lasky boys. They were up early. It turned out that their parents were going to the lake with friends and woke them up. I just yelled at them to come on in. I was sleeping naked then and I had my morning boner. I didn't want to have to open the door and get exposed to the neighbors. My morning boners usually wouldn't go away unless I jacked off and then pissed. Sometimes, if I leaned against the bathroom wall, I could start pissing with a boner. Conrad told me that was a horrible waste of a boner. I thought that it was so easy for me to get a boner that it wasn't that much of a waste. I stood up by my bed as they came in. My boner was impressive that morning. Hard as a rock and pointing towards the door as they came in, I even made it bounce back and forth. Curtis came in first and he flinched back when he saw my dangerous weapon pointing at him. Clark laughed and walked right up to me and grabbed it. I moaned even though I knew he was going to do that. And we were face to face, as in he was the same height as I was. Our faces were touching and we were almost kissing. We might have continued the kiss but Clark was pushing my boner inside his cut offs and I could feel the heat of his junk. Conrad and Curtis were telling me what was happening with them as I was being treated by Clark. It was hard to maintain composure at all. I noticed that Clark's breath smelled like cum. I was wondering if had been sucking dicks or just hadn't brushed his teeth. We weren't really into sucking dicks that much, at the time, but it had happened. As part of their parents going to the lake, they gave the boys a box of PopTarts and a jar of Tang. That was an acceptable breakfast, they just hadn't cooked them before they had to get out of the house. I did manage to piss and I stayed naked as I went to the kitchen with them. It seemed like every time I turned around, one of them was feeling me up. It was also odd that none of them got naked. I think it was because they were hungry. We kept splitting the PopTarts until they were gone. I found some leftovers in the fridge to finish us off. And nothing was left of the Tang. I was rinsing the dishes at the sink when Conrad stood next to me and squeezed my butt cheek. It made me stand on my tip toes. He whispered something to me but I wasn't paying enough attention. When he said it again, I heard butt, fuck, and cum. Ok, I got it, and it was finally time for what he promised to do weeks ago. There were a few warm up things. That was fun as I was shaking about what was going to happen. We were back in the living room. Clark and Curtis were on the couch rubbing their boners through their jean shorts. Conrad was pulling me tight against him and grabbing my butt hard. I felt his finger start to explore my butthole. That made me nervous. He stopped and told me I need to go shit. I had not thought about that but I knew he was right. And why I closed the bathroom door to shit, I don't know. I did my business and thought I was ready. Conrad grabbed me again and probed my hole again. He told me that I needed to do better, he was a little gruff about it. I tried to get rid of it but all that happened was my face turned red as I grunted. I came out of the bathroom again and told him it didn't really work. He snorted and walked to the back door and looked outside. He told me to get my butt over there. (yea, I was thinking he just wanted my butt) We went out back. It was the first time I was naked out back and I wasn't even sure if neighbors could see or not. There was a wrought iron table and some bad lawn chairs and tall grass. He grabbed the hose and started the water. Clark started getting excited and almost cheering what was about to happen. Before then, I knew the basic idea of an enema. Four or five times, Conrad used the hose to wash me out. The turds came out pretty quick but he continued. I felt the cold water build up inside me and I was amazed at how it shot out of me. The clear clean liquid really met Conrad's approval and I was ready. The water had washed away anything slippery enough to let his dick from going in. It felt like trying to shove a football up my butt. The udder balm came to the rescue again. I was yelping with each poke of a greased up finger. That was a new feeling too, I could have stopped there and been happy. Back in the house, Conrad leaned me over the kitchen table, that was just cleared of PopTart crumbs and Tang crystals. He kicked my ankles to spread my legs. Used his finger to adjust the balm, then lined up his boner. There was no pop as his head slipped in, he just kept pushing. I was sure he was pushing 3 feet of dick into me. I could feel it hit my belly. Three or four times he pulled out slowly and pushed back in slowly. I was liking the feeling but it was like having to shit. Conrad started going faster and it was hurting and I was fighting to not tell him to quit. It would get intense, still hurt but feeling great. He kept going faster and faster and he balls were slapping the hell out of my balls. I never thought about balls doing that. It was a really unexpected delight! Conrad got going so fast and hard that the sound of his belly against my butt got so loud that it amazed me. It made Clark and Curtis laugh. He got going so hard and fast that my feet were no longer on the floor. I was holding on tight to the table, I didn't want to fly off. I couldn't believe that Conrad could fuck that long. I got feeling like I was in one long constant orgasm. Like I was shooting over and over. I thought I was going to pass out. Then Conrad started shooting. I didn't feel the shots but he slammed into me as hard as he could and growled. At least ten times he did that. They got weaker and he was almost melting when still in my hole. When he stopped humping, I got desperate to cum myself. I wanted and needed to shoot right then. I couldn't get my hand underneath me to complete the jacking and I couldn't hump the table or anything. It was a big relief when Conrad pulled out of me. I felt a rush of cool air in my butthole and also my hole clenching as it started to close. I was just rising up to get to my boner when Conrad pushed me down again. He called Clark over and got him lined up between my legs. I felt his hand guide Clark's boner into my hole. It turned out that Clark had been complaining that he never ever got to fuck anybody. He really wanted to do me. This was a good opportunity for Clark. They talked about whether the goo in me was the udder balm or Conrad's cum. They decided it was cum. That made me think, "Oh wow! There is cum IN me! Well yea! I was just fucked!" Clark and I got into each other as he was rocking back and forth. None of that hard slamming but easy and deep strokes. He was also hitting a much different spot. I would figure out years later that I had a prostate, and it was good for something. Clark was hitting it just about each time. I got vocal then. I started with "aye aye aye" and went to "ung ung ung" then to "mom mom mommy mommy of mommy". I didn't use the word "mommy" until then. I actually start to beg to let me cum. That is when Clark said "me first!". It was right then that Curtis appeared next to my face and he aimed his dick at me and he shot cum all over my face and hair. Clark laughed and kept humping my butt. When he slowed to shoot, I started to cum. I could hear my cum shoot out, like it was being forced between my belly and the table. Curtis was shaking his dick like he was shaking the last of the pee at the urinal. Either Conrad or Clark was rubbing their hand over my butthole and smearing the cum up and over my butt. I was moving my hips enough to slide my belly in my own cum. And I was still twitching like I was having miniature orgasms. I was thinking as I slipped to the floor that I used to think that jacking off was a lot like fucking but now I realized that it was a lot more than that. A little toilet paper to wipe the cum and a minute of catching my breath was all it took to recover from jacking. After being fucked, I was thinking I might need a couple of days before I could stand. I also wondered when my hole would close. I did sneak into my room and grabbed my polaroid camera. I took pictures of my hole. I took more pictures of my hole than any other thing with that camera. A couple of them came out really good and clear. It was probably a gross thing but I kept them around and looked at them for years. I didn't want to move for awhile. I sure wasn't going to go to school and run. I mostly just stayed on the floor and didn't move. I did get up once and tried to piss and it was the worst piss of my life. It went all over the bathroom. It was like my pee hole was glued partly closed. I was never one of those boys who could not stop pissing once I started. When I came back from that, I slipped in between Conrad and Clark. All the naked bodies felt so good. They kept playing with my dick and balls. Gently and calming. Curtis had gotten back on the couch and was stroking while watching TV. He just kept wishing we could watch porn. We all asked him how porn would be on TV, and considered that to be pretty impossible. He insisted he had seen it, at a hotel, with someone I didn't know. He got up and sat on my chest. His balls were hitting my chin. He jacked off fast and shot all over my face. He rubbed his dick head on my lips, the first time my lips had touched dick. I flicked my tongue just to be silly but Curtis smiled back. I tried to clean up the house but I was going to have to mop and really scrub the table. There was more than cum scattered around. Conrad and Clark got in the shower. They were fairly quick. They came back into the living room to cool off and dry. I was so sticky and covered with cum, I had to go get a shower. Curtis joined me. I could tell he had been waiting for me to go. I started on the toilet. I made mostly noise as I tried to shit. Curtis stood right next to me, his hand on my shoulder. He was saying that if it doesn't all come out, we could go wash it out again. I was thinking that may not be a bad idea. But we went ahead and took a shower. Curtis was a lot more attentive in the shower than the others had been. We took turns washing each other. With a lot of soap and a lot of rubbing. He massaged my butthole with the soap, it really made me feel good there, like it almost returned to normal. He said he could feel stuff keep coming out. He wanted to go to the back yard and use the hose on me. I said I had a better idea. The handheld showerhead would actually become useful. It worked even better with the head unscrewed. I couldn't take it very much, but it did feel like I was clean. Curtis wanted his turn. The boy was full of shit! Then it happened. Curtis was boned up and I was kneeling to see here the hose was pointing. He was flipping his dick on my face and lips. I went ahead and kissed his dickhead. That lead to me holding it in my lips. And when it felt so nice and tasted alright, I got it into my mouth all the way. I know I gave him a really bad blowjob but it was still a blowjob. He didn't shoot. He did return the favor. I knew is a minute that I could get used to that! I didn't shoot either. We just rested the remainder of the day. I blew off the workout the next day too and ended up cleaning the house. I thought it was nice and clean until I left for a walk to Cabell's and came back and realized that house smelled like my old underwear, or worse, a pair of Lasky shorts! Another trip to Cabell's and another Icee and a bottle of Mr Clean made for a nice smelling house.