Date: Wed, 06 Jul 2011 11:19:17 -0600
From: applesandpears@hushmail.com
Subject: A Little Revolution: Prologue

PROLOGUE

THE old man wandered through the house, seeing what he had done, seeing a
lifetime's dream and work made flesh. He held his youngest's grandson's
hand, moving from room to room to show the little towheaded boy what his
beloved papi had made with his long life.

In one bedroom doorway, five naked boys, all of them between ten and
fourteen, sat on a long leather couch engrossed in a video game, two at a
time fluidly moving the controllers while the others waited their
turns. Behind them, forgotten in their competitive boyish concentration,
two girls in their late teens writhed on the bed in a panting, sweaty 69,
vigorously lapping at each other's waxed red pussies, their tight bodies
all curves and smooth creamy white skin. One of the boys, a black-haired,
bronze-skinned lad of twelve or thirteen with just a few tiny black hairs
evident above his sizable but deflated cock, pulled his attention away from
the video and glanced over to the girls. Like a blow-up toy or a gag gift,
his long thin member rose to full hardness in a brief count of five. He
kept his attention on the girls and wrapped a hand around his smooth shaft,
then started a lightning fast stroking, his hand and dick a blur. It only
took about fifteen seconds before he let out a ragged sigh and a few clear
drops flew out of his fist, landing on his tight, muscular belly. One drop
managed to fly onto the thigh of his younger brother seated next to
him. Feeling the wet drop, the younger boy absentmindedly wiped it up with
a finger and stuck it in his mouth, never moving his eyes away from the
digital action on the screen. One of the two players let out a grumble as
his play ended, and handed the controller into the spearmy hand of the boy
who had just ejaculated, a who then turned his back on the girls, his brief
orgasm instantly forgotten. The girls continued on without the slightest
awareness of what they had inspired.

The next doorway revealed an older teenage boy kneeling on the soft carpet,
muscled like a gay porn star, his skin dark as oil. His black cock was
enormous, a dark veiny shaft with a rosy head, and he slowly, carefully,
used that head to spread open the tiny tight slit of the ten year old girl
on her hands and knees in front of him. The girl bit her pillowy lower lip
and looked over her shoulder, twisting around her long neck with an animal
grace, her full straight blond hair falling away from her face, and
nodded. With that consent the boy began sliding the fat fuckstick into her
impossibly stretched twat. She let out a few sharp, deep breaths, like they
teach women to do during labor, and shifted her weight back, taking even
more. The old man knew she could take it, for she was his granddaughter,
older sister to the boy who held his hand.  On the bed the girl's mother,
his youngest daughter, cast a watchful eye down on her. His daughter was
still beautiful with her long, curvy lived-in body, a ceasarean scar a
perfect flaw along her abdomen. It was a body that still thrilled the old
man to enter, but he wouldn't be doing so now, since she was squatting over
two other teenage boys, young slim studs with wet cocks straight as swords,
both laying on their backs with thighs overlapping, while she rode one into
her cunt and another into her ass. The old man smiled at her and moved on.

Through a bathroom door he could see into the shower, where his dearest and
oldest friend, still fit in his early sixties, stood under the raining
nozzle, water running down his wrinkled but firm body, as a little wet and
shimmering asian boy not much older then his grandson energetically sucked
his cock.

The large open room at the end of the hall was full of people. On the rug
in front of one large monitor a gaggle of little children, some still in
diapers, watched a loud children's video in which a thin black man with a
rainbow afro opened a secret toy box that sprang to life with animated
characters. On another monitor hard core porn played with the volume
down. At a low-slung long couch two older men sat, conversing softly in
German. One of the men was being ridden by an enormously pregnant girl who
couldn't have been older then fifteen, while the other was getting his fat
red cock lazily masturbated by the elderly woman next to him, who with her
other hand moved a large dildo in and out of her withered gash. Further
down the couch a teenage boy and girl fucked in a missionary position,
their identical brown curly hair, pale coloring and similar features
revealing them as brother and sister. The boy sped up his thrusts, groped a
hard little tit, arched his back, and pulled his angry red cock out of his
sibling. It was a short and deeply curved dick, made even smaller by
circumcision, but it rode proud above a brace of balls the size of two
plums in a sack, and the boy uttered a happy curse as string after string
of jizz exploded onto his sister's hairless crotch and abdomen, coating her
like a cinnamon bun. He seemed to shoot for minutes before his cumming and
panting stopped, and he leaned over and started lapping her clean, sperm
soon coating his soft fuzzy adolescent cheeks.

Through the kitchen they wandered, where three middle-aged women stood
around the counter island preparing dinner, exploding in laughter at a
shared joke. Two of the women wore dildoes held in place by straps around
their waste as they worked. The third didn't slow her hands as a perfectly
slim and entirely tanned young girl stood next to her and suckled milk from
one of her fat tits. The girl had her little hand half way inside the
woman's pussy, a fact that didn't slow her down as she chopped carrots
expertly. A stocky young man sat at the kitchen table. In front of him was
a bowl of ice cream and a boy of eight, the boy laying on his stomach, his
tight round ass cheeks pulled apart by his little hands. The young man
scooped a spoonful of the ice cream onto the boy's asshole as the kid
giggled hysterically. Then he leaned down and licked the boy clean, his
tongue probing the tight red ring, prying it open just a little. As the old
man and his grandson watched, the stocky young man scooped up another
spoonful and offered it to his grandson, who ate it greedily, white cream
running down his jaw. The old man bent over and licked the delicious cream
from his grandson's face, giving him a wet tongue kiss.

Out by the fenced pool the sun beat down and warmed the old man's
bones. Young kids splashed in the shallow end of the pool while older boys
dived into the deep end, competing to see who could make the bigger
splash. All around the pool on soft lounge chairs and mattress pads laid
out under little cabana tents, men and women, boys and girls lay tanning,
took naps, fucked, conversed with each other. Across the pool a young man
of nineteen or twenty with the fit build of a professional swimmer laid
back in the sun, his long muscular body deeply tanned except for the tight
band of pale skin around his crotch, his sizable erection being licked by
twin ten year old boys with identical blond buzz cuts and all over bronze
bodies. The young man, without any sign that he was approaching orgasm, let
out a fat dollop of cream onto his chest, but the boys never stopped
licking and the erection never flagged.

His beautiful towheaded grandson tugged at his hand and he looked down at
the boy, all blond bowl of soft hair, red full lips, huge blue eyes, and
sun browned beautifully defined little body, a body that was the echo of
his own boy's body, so many years ago. The boy was holding his own little
erection in his cupped hand.

"Sucky" was all he needed to say. The old man lowered his aching bones onto
a soft chaise, lifting the boy with his still strong arms above him as he
laid back. The boy held his arms out as the old man put a knee below his
tight abdomen, holding his 25 kilos horizontally in the air as they played
their favorite game of "airplane", the old man making old fashioned
propeller sounds as he swung the boy left and right above him. The boy
closed his eyes and enjoyed the sensation, giggling and doing his best to
keep balanced. Finally he dropped the beautiful creature onto his chest,
the boy's little legs hugging him. He lifted his head and took the boy's
silky stiffy into his mouth and enjoyed the salty taste of boy. His own
member grew erect. With age, he found he only needed to cum once or twice a
day, but he had not orgasmed so far this warm summer morning. As he sucked
his grandson's flawless cock, the little member that his own daughter had
fucked and birthed into this world, the stiff smooth shaft so like all the
others of the men and boys in their family, he ran his hand up and down his
own larger version, until a mouth took over for him. He didn't even bother
to lookaround his grandson's waist to see who was sucking him, but they
knew what they were doing.

The little boy showed all the signs of his premature excitation, and as the
old man came into the unknown mouth, his wad more of a gush then an
explosion, the magical little boy he held above him wriggled and sighed in
pleasure, his nose wrinkling, his eyes scrunching closed, his thighs
squeezing his beloved grandpa as his little hips erupted in a brief flurry
of involuntary thrusts. The unknown mouth moved away from his now deflating
erection, and the old man smiled into his grandson's face as the boy
grinned back, then, satisfied, jumped off of him and ran away, his perfect
tiny ass pumping, to play his next game.

That's when he heard the buzzer.

The old man rose, his knees complaining, and shuffled back into the
kitchen. Next to the refrigerator was one of the security panels, and he
punched in the code to turn on the screen. The dashboard blinked that there
was movement detected at the front gate, so he pressed the button that
opened the video feed.

Everyone in the kitchen froze as the old man gasped.

On the screen was the face that occasionally haunted his restless sleep,
the face of the only man he really feared, the one face whose mere thought
could shrink his hardest erection. A hard face, tough and angular, covered
with a scratchy black beard and hollow in the deep eyes. As the old man
watched, the one whom he had never hoped to see craned his neck about,
looking left and right before finally spying the little camera perched
above him. He smiled his sardonic smile right into the lens, a flash of
straight sharp white teeth like an animal. Behind this terrible smile, over
broad shoulders, the old man could see the assembling strike force of the
special unit the man commanded, sinister in their black body armor with
weapons like the arms of insects jutting out from their bodies. They formed
up in a rank as one black-clad soldier with a circular saw kneeled at the
front of the heavy steel gate.

For a moment the old man's heart stopped. Then he thought of the sunny face
of his little grandson and pulled out the keyboard below the screen. He
typed in a command. He pressed a button. The world caught fire.

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