Date: Tue, 5 Sep 2023 18:02:44 -0500 From: None Subject: The Naughty Boys Club - Part Eleven This is a completely fictional story that involves youthful boys forming a sex club. It is based in the state of Alabama, located in the deep southern USA. The story was written with grammatical errors in an effort to emulate the local accent and speech used there. The story has no plot or romance, but is purely about boys having sex. No adults are involved. Be aware that there is a great deal of profanity used in this story. Please donate to Nifty, as no other site would even consider publishing such a story. The Naughty Boys Club -- Part Eleven After lunch, George made his way to the fort, where he found Tyler and Brady already looking at a porn magazine. He brought with him some butter that he had put in wax paper, as well as a paper towel he had laced with some of his mother's perfume. "You cocksuckers ready for some real naughty-boy shit?" he asked. "You fuck'n right!" Tyler replied, proud of his new dirty talk. "Then let's all get fuck'n naked," George said. Within moments, they had shed their clothing, Brady and Tyler eager to learn what was next. Tyler already had a boner, and Brady wasn't far behind. George had already scoped out all of the magazines in the pile. Reaching to the bottom, where he had stashed it, he pulled one out that read, "Eat'n Down Under." Setting it on the small, wooden table in the fort, he flipped through the mag, finding a page that might help him. "See this guy eat'n the girl's pussy?" he asked. They both nodded. "Girls like their pussies eat'n. Since they got no cocks or balls, that's what makes 'em scream like when we blow our shit," he explained. Sifting further along, George found the pages showing a man licking and eating a woman's ass. As expected, Brady furrowed his brow, while Tyler looked curious. "See how she's lik'n it?" George asked, pointing out the crazed look on her face. Both boys silently stared in wonderment. "Well, since we ain't got no girls here, boys can have the same fun. We got no pussies, but we got asses," he reasoned. After pondering for a bit, Tyler asked, "you mean boys can eat ass, too?" "You damn right, and fuck 'em, too. Some girls also like their asses fucked. Not only that, but boys got a special hidden place built into their butts that girls don't. Somebody finds that, and you'll blow like never before," George teased them. Brady was now hard as stone, curious to learn more, while little Tyler began his puppy-whimpering again. "Come here and bend over the table, Brady," George said. Brady did so, showing his beautiful ass. George spread his legs apart, and got to his knees. "Get over here, Ty, and watch carefully," George directed. Tyler joined him on the floor. George ran his hands over Brady's ass. "Fuck, Brady, your ass is so hard. It's all fuck'n muscle," George commented. Brady smiled. He then began kissing and licking the smooth globes, finally spreading them to reveal the tight pucker. He licked Brady's crack, then flicked his tongue around the opening. "You're lick'n his poop hole! That's gotta stink," Tyler said in disbelief. "Nah, he's nice and clean, just like the girl in the magazine," George assured him. He resumed licking, worming his tongue into the opening. "Oooo, that feels weird, but nice," Brady said. After a few moments of tongue-fucking him, George said, "your turn, Ty. Get on that fuck'n ass." Tyler inquisitively put his face into the ass, and was pleased to find that it didn't stink. He started licking and kissing, while Brady began to squirm. Meanwhile, George retrieved the butter from his shorts. "You like eat'n that pussy, don't ya, Ty?" George asked. "Ah-hah" Tyler responded, yet continued to work his tongue into Brady's ass. "Now it's time for some more naughty shit," George said, pulling Tyler away. He buttered his index finger, teased it around the hole, then slowly inserted it. "Oh!" Brady chirped. George started finger-fucking the tight hole. Since it was small, Brady felt no pain, but the finger working inside his ass was a new experience that he was beginning to enjoy. George slid his finger into the hot chute, moving it with increased speed. "You gotta loosen the hole up a little before you fuck it," George instructed. Standing up, George then greased his hard cock. "I'm gonna fuck you, Brady," he warned, then slid his dick into the hole. Brady wasn't alarmed because George's cock wasn't much bigger than his finger, but he was now going to be fucked, making him concerned it would turn him gay. Grabbing Brady's hips, George slowly slid his hard cock into the hot ass and began to fuck. "Oh, shit, Brady, that's such a tight cunt," George moaned. Tyler was watching carefully, his little cock screaming hard. "I wanna fuck him!" he shouted. George pulled out, and put a little butter on Tyler's wiener, nearly making him faint in the process. "Go ahead, Ty, fuck that ass," George devilishly said. Moving into position, he found that he was too short to reach the hole without standing on his tiptoes. "Lemme help you with that," George said. Gathering some of the porn magazines, he set them on the floor behind Brady. Tyler was feverish with lust, and quickly stepped up, spreading the hard buns, and shoving his pecker into Brady's hole. "That's it, Ty, grab that bitch and fuck him," George said, urging him on. Brady felt the small cock in his ass and, as Tyler started to hump him, still felt somehow queer, but knew he was going to do the same. George was excited as he watched the little demon, much like himself, fuck until he squealed with delight as his little balls were finally satiated. "Eeeeeeeeee!" is all Tyler could shriek as his little body shivered as never before. Pulling his dick out, Tyler fell to the floor, his eyes closed and gasping for air. Brady stood up from the table, his cock fully erect. "I got some shit to deliver," he said, looking down at Tyler. George was there immediately. "You're right, Brady. Let's get that little pussy open for business," he taunted. Together, they brought Tyler up from the floor, stood him on the magazines, then leaned him against the table, spreading his tiny ass. "See that little cunt?" George asked. "You're gonna fuck it, but you gotta eat it first." Brady was still anxious. "I just don't know if I can do it," he said. George started lapping the little buns. "These are like eat'n lemon meringue pie," he said with a nasty smile. Brady got down to his knees, and took a closer look, also sniffing around. "Pew, kinda stinks," he said in disgust. "Did you get nice and clean, like I said yesterday?" George asked. "I took a bath last night," Tyler responded, feeling as though he had done something wrong. "You gotta get clean right before ya wanna eat and fuck, not the night before," George said with a smile. He got the paper towel laced with perfume, and gently wiped it several times along Tyler's small crack and hole. "Ooooo, that feels nice," he purred. "Now, try it again," George ordered. Brady resumed his position, ready to quit. However, he smelled the intoxicating perfume, and started to lick. "Yah, that's it Brady, eat that pussy, and then you get to fuck it," George encouraged him. Brady kissed and licked the sweet-smelling boy-hole, his cock raging. "You wanna fuck that hole?" George teased. "Right now," Brady replied, standing up and taking his dick in hand. "Not so fast, Brady. That's a virgin pussy that needs some work first, lest you tear him up. You can't just go bust'n in like a bull," George said. He greased a finger, and slipped it into the opening. "Eeeek!" Tyler yelped, feeling his tiny sphincter part, instinctively trying to close it shut. "Just relax and push out a little," George soothed him. Tyler did as told, feeling some of the pain subside as the finger worked its way in. "That's it, Ty, it'll get better," George cooed as he slowly moved the finger in and out. Tyler relaxed, and began to enjoy the greasy digit working into his ass. "I can tell you're start'n to like this, Ty," George said. "Maybe you're ready for some cock instead of a finger," he suggested. "Do it!" Tyler demanded, his sexual curiosity driving him wild. Slipping his finger out, George gently inserted his buttery dick into the hole. "Oooooo!" Tyler moaned, putting his head on the table. George slowly worked his cock into him, not much bigger than his finger was. He couldn't believe that he was actually fucking this little boy, grabbing his hips and picking up speed. "Tell me if I should stop," he thoughtfully said. "Hell, no, just keep fuck'n," Tyler replied, now enveloped in naughty, youthful heat. George established a rhythm, slowly humping the sweet ass until he was pounding into it. Brady watched with lustful passion, his cock ready to explode. "Fuck that little bitch!" he yelped. George did just that, slapping his pelvis against the velvety buns. Tyler was moaning, still not sure whether he was liking this or not. "Shiiiiit," George groaned, as the terrific orgasm overcame him. Twisted demon that he was, even George couldn't comprehend the violent jolts that swallowed his entire body, encompassing it in shudders and clouds of sexual paradise new to him. Perhaps it was because he was now the teacher, breaking in the new kids. After delivering his last thrusts, George pulled out, ready to collapse, but his devious mind still at work. "You better get that fuck'n dick in there right now before that hole tightens up," he panted to Brady. Fully buttered, Brady was there in a second, sliding his cock into the hole. "Ouch!" Tyler yelped, feeling some burning pain as the thicker and longer pole went into his ass. "You want him to quit?" George asked, his delirium having settled down, remembering well how his little ass was first punctured by a bigger dick. "No, just go slow," Tyler softly said. Brady was careful, already losing his mind, as he barely moved his dick into the blazing chute. He had never felt anything like this before, and it only took a few moments before he came, pushing out his drops of seed, and nearly fainting as he pulled away, his mind churning. "Jerking; wonderful. Blowjob; fantastic. Fucking; absolutely nothing else like it on the planet," he thought. Tyler was bent over the table, his ass hurting. Yet, his naughty mind was already at work. He stood up as best he could, the little sphincter trying to close. "Thanks for teach'n us about butt-fuck'n, George," he said. "Not sure whether I like it or not, but your ass is now fair game," the nerdy little pervert said as he realigned his glasses. George, although only seven years old himself, but having been part of the NBC for over a month, felt like an old hand. He bent his small body over the table and spread his legs. Looking back, he asked, "who want's some a this shit? Wanna fuck it, gotta eat it first," he dared them. Tyler and Brady looked at each other, their minds whirring. Tyler was quickly there, even though his butt hurt. "You got nice buns," he said, running his hands over the smooth skin. Spreading the little cheeks, he looked at the rosebud facing him. "How many times you been fucked?" the naughty boy asked. "More than you can count, so get work'n already," George impatiently said. Wasting no time, he worked his little tongue around the hole, kissing and teasing the tender bung. "That's nice, Ty. You learn fast," George soothingly praised him. Tyler dug his tongue into the hole, then started to suck. "Oh, you dirty bitch," George moaned. "I'm ready to get fucked," he pleaded, squirming his hole onto the probing tongue. Tyler pulled away, greased his hard cocklet, and thrust into him. He grabbed George's hips, and fucked like a crazed animal. "Yah, that's it, Ty. Fuck that little cunt," Brady encouraged him, his own cock ready for another round, barely able to keep his hand off of it. "Unnhhhh," Tyler groaned as his small body convulsed with a terrific dry orgasm, nearly making him pass out. So much for looking at dirty magazines, and then going home with a boner that he didn't know how to deal with. "He's all yours," Tyler panted as he pulled out. Brady was quickly on his knees, working over the sweet ass with his tongue, this time feeling no anxiety. "You like my fuck-hole, don't ya?" George smirked. "Oh, yah, and that's exactly what's gonna happen to it," Brady replied, standing up and spearing his cock into the buttered hole. "Fuck him, Brady! Fuck that bitch!" Tyler squeaked. Brady humped him like a wild horn-dog, slapping against the little cheeks until he couldn't take it any longer. "Oh, oh, oh!" he grunted in a wild, dry orgasm, perhaps pushing out a droplet of seed. George stood up, and turned around to look at them. He was ready for more action, but could tell that they were spent. "So, you bastards like eat'n ass and butt-fuck'n?" he boldly asked. "I sure do, as long as my hole don't get stretched too far. That fuck'n hurts, at least at first," Tyler eagerly replied. "I guess eat'n ass is okay, as long as it don't stink, but I sure like fuck'n," Brady concluded. George was pleased with himself. Without having a computer, he had gathered information about girls and pussies from his older friends, and certainly knew about the "hidden place" in his butt from personal experience. As an experienced NBC member, and champion, he already knew that Tyler was addicted to cock, and was ready to try most anything, as long as it didn't hurt too much. Brady was a mini-Andy, willing to do what was required, as long as it lead to him fucking, clearly his favorite thing in the world. In terms of naughty-boy sex, George was wise beyond his years. "Is there really a club where other guys do this shit?" Tyler asked. George had to decide whether they should be allowed to know. "If there was, would you want to join? That would mean lots a suck'n, fuck'n and dirty talk with boys older than you," he shared. "How big is the club?" Brady asked. "It's six right now but, if you joined, that would make it eight," George answered. Tyler was excited. "Eight boys suck'n and fuck'n? That would be awesome!" he said. Brady thought for a moment, then said, "I might not like all the gay shit." "It ain't gay, Brady. You ain't gonna get no pussy now so, until ya do, just enjoy naughty-boy fun in the meantime," George reassured him. "Okay, I guess I'd at least give it a try," Brady finally replied. That's all George needed to hear, and explained the NBC. He divulged who the members were, and where they met. Being new in town, they didn't know any of them, but were mesmerized that two were not only black, but also brothers. "Fuck, that's some really naughty-boy shit," Brady said. Tyler's little mind was spinning, his eyes wide as though hearing a tale read to him from a storybook at bedtime. "Mind you, these boys got way bigger cocks than us, and can shoot the hot cream. They might even look like those in the magazines to you, and scare ya at first, but they're just fine things to play with. Nobody's gonna force you, push ya, beat ya up or make ya do anyth'n ya don't want. The club is just for naughty-boy fun, and you can quit anytime ya want," George explained. Posing the final question, George asked, "wanna be members, or not? It's now or never, and all a secret either way. You tell a soul about it and they'll rip your balls off," he warned. Tyler and Brady looked at each other, instinctively grasping their crotches with both hands to protect their family jewels. Without saying a word, both nodded in agreement.