Date: Wed, 28 Jul 2004 09:48:10 EDT
From: Justin0398@aol.com
Subject: Chester the Molester: Tyrone by Justin Davis (M/t,mast,oral)

The following story contains graphic sexual scenes between young males
and an older male. If material of this nature offends you then you should
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This story is purely a work of fiction. Any resemblance to person's
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Chester the Molester the Next Generation: Tyrone
By
Justin Davis

It was a typical Saturday morning and Chester Davidson, "Chester the
Molester" as he was known among two generations of boys by now, was
leisurely sitting at the breakfast table reading his newspaper and
sipping his second cup of coffee when the doorbell rang.

"Fuck! Who the hell can that be!" Chester exclaimed, noticing that the
kitchen clock showed it was only eight thirty in the morning.

Chester closed up his terrycloth bathrobe, tied the sash into a bow-knot,
and then headed for the front door, pissed that someone was bothering him
so early.

"Timmy! You know I don't see visitors this early in the morning!" Chester
said, having opened the front door and seeing Timmy Wilson, the
sandy-haired thirteen-year-old, who was a regular, standing on the front
porch.

Immediately, Chester also noticed that standing next to Timmy was a
lanky, African American kid, with mocha-colored skin. He was a little
taller than Timmy and was dressed in the same style baggy tee shirt and
jeans Timmy had on but had a blue "do rag" on his head and a gold earring
in his right ear.

"Uh, well this is kind of a special case, Chester." Timmy replied, and
looked over at the other kid and then back at Chester.

"Well, who might your friend be?" Chester asked.

"Uh, this is my new best friend. His name's Tyrone." Timmy replied.

"Why am I not surprised," Chester said, a tone of sarcasm in his voice.

"Uh, excuse me, sir! I couldn't help but notice the sarcasm in your
voice in regard to my name. I am well aware that my name is the butt of
many jokes related to African American males, usually told by members of
the white majority who have nothing better to do than pass on ethnic
jokes. However, if my name annoys you, you can call me Ty. Most people
do." Tyrone replied.

For a moment Chester was speechless.

"Huh?" Chester then exclaimed, and looked at Timmy, who raised his
eyebrows.

"Uh, I think he means you should call him Ty. Too many white people make
jokes out of the name Tyrone," Timmy responded, and again looked over at
his friend.

"Well, uh, Ty. What brings you here this early in the morning?" Chester
asked.

"Well, sir! Timmy has told me that you have a proclivity for gratifying
people orally. Specifically, that you place their penises in your oral
cavity, and for that, they receive some remuneration." Ty responded.

"What did he say?" Chester replied, with a weird look on his face that
prompted Timmy to snicker.

"Uh, I think he means he knows you suck peters and pay money for it,"
Timmy replied, and looked back at his friend Ty.

"Yes, that is correct. And, I also understand that for additional
remuneration you also explore one's anal cavity with your tongue." Ty
replied, looking back over at Timmy.

"What's he talking about?" Chester exclaimed, and again looked at Timmy
for help.

"Uh, you'll have to excuse Ty. He's kinda smart. Both of his parents
are college professors. I think he means that you'll pay extra money to
eat his hole," Timmy replied, then got a somewhat sheepish look on his
face.

"Yes, Timmy is correct. Although I find the term "eating one's hole"
rather strange. Obviously, in order to actually eat my anus you would
have to carve me up and devour me like a cannibal. A more appropriate
characterization would be that you stimulate someone's anal orifice with
your tongue. A prospect which I find highly unusual but intellectually
stimulating," Ty replied, and smiled, showing his perfect white teeth.

"Why don't you talk normal, kid?" Chester asked, in exasperation.

"Oh, you mean like YOU think a black kid should?"

"Whatever!" Chester replied, frustrated to hell and back.

"Alright, you white azz honky mutha fucker! I iz here for you to suck my
black dick and lick my black azz. You is gonna pay me some dough and den
I is gonna go to the video sto!" Ty responded, and again smiled and
showed his perfect white teeth.

Chester burst out laughing at the kid's reply. In fact, both Timmy and
Ty laughed so hard they almost fell down on the porch.

"Come in! Come in!" Chester said through his laughter, and opened the
screen door and stood aside so the two boys could enter.

As Chester locked the screen door and closed and locked the wooden front
door, Ty followed Timmy, who knew the drill, over to the black leather
couch where he plopped himself down beside Timmy and waited.

"Well, Ty. Timmy is familiar with the routine so let me briefly explain
things to you," Chester said, as he sat himself down in his stuffed chair
across from the couch upon which the two boys sat. "I pay ten dollars if
I suck your dick and twenty if I eat your ass out and then suck your
dick. Any questions?" Chester asked.

"No sir! That seems plain enough," Ty replied, looking at Chester and
then smiling.

"Okay, then. Get naked boys," Chester responded, and then smiled back.

Timmy, who knew the routine, began to pull off his trainers and his
friend Ty followed his lead. Chester watched as both the boys removed
their shirts and was amazed at how much muscle definition Ty's tummy
already had compared to Timmy's still smooth tummy. However, when both
the boys shucked off their jeans and boxers, and were dressed only in
their white socks, the difference between the two boys became even more
apparent.

"Well, Ty, it seems that some stereotypes are true," Chester commented,
seeing Ty naked for the first time and noticing his dick and balls.

Simply put, for a thirteen-year-old the kid was hung. Protruding from a
small, nappy, bush of black pubes was a thick, uncircumcised, flaccid,
penis, that had to be at least four inches long, resting above a set of
low-hanging balls that were each the size of a couple of walnuts.
Needless to say, Ty's sexual equipment was a stark contrast to Timmy's
few, sandy-colored, hairs and two-inch, flaccid, circumcised, penis and
pecan-sized balls.

"Oh! I assume you are making reference to my genitalia," Ty replied, and
plopped himself back down upon the couch.

"Yeah, kid. You do have a big peter for someone thirteen," Chester
remarked.

"Well, it's all a matter of genetics, really. My father has huge
genitalia and I assume that I will also when I am older. I can assure
you that most of the other African American boys in my PE class are not
as developed. Therefore, your reference to me as a stereotype is not
correct," Ty replied, and leaned back upon the couch and put his hands
behind his head, revealing small tufts of hair in his armpits.

"Whatever!" Chester replied, rolling his eyes. "Look, let's cut the
chatter and get on with it. Who wants to go first or do you guys wanna
get done at the same time?" Chester asked.

Timmy looked at his friend Ty, who shrugged his shoulders, then looked
back at Chester.

"Uh, the same time I guess," Timmy responded.

"Okay, Timmy. You know the drill," Chester said, and began to get up out
of his stuffed chair.

In response, Timmy grabbed hold of his legs and pulled them back toward
his head exposing his hole. His friend Ty followed his lead and Chester
couldn't help but smile as he got down upon his knees to feast upon the
two perfect boy holes that stared him in the face. It was a hard
decision to choose which hole to attack first with his tongue.

"I assume that we are in this position so that you can stimulate our anal
orifices. I would imagine that the stimulation should be
quite-------Ahhhhhh! Shit!!!" Ty hollered, stopping mid-sentence, Chester
having made up his mind to shut the kid up by attacking his hole first.

For about a minute, Chester lapped at the mocha-colored hole to a litany
of gasps and moans from Ty. Then, he stopped and dove upon Timmy's pick
hole and it was Timmy's turn to fill the living room with gasps and moans
for awhile.

Chester was pleased to see, by the time he attacked Ty's hole again, that
the kid's penis was now hard and had to be at least seven inches long.
In fact, the thing was so hard that the foreskin had completely retracted
from the head, and as he ate Ty's hole again he couldn't help but think
how sensitive the head of the kid's dick was going to be.

For over fifteen minutes, Chester went from one hole to another, the room
alternately being filled with the gasps and moans of one boy or the
other. Several times, Ty attempted to make some comment about what was
going on, and when he did Chester would shut him up by plunging his
tongue into his butt hole as far as he could get it.

The same was true when Chester began to alternately suck upon the dicks
of the two boys. Only once did Ty start to launch into a dissertation on
penile stimulation while Chester was sucking Timmy's peter. When that
happened, Chester immediately pulled his mouth off of Timmy's dick,
swiftly moved over between Ty's legs, and then promptly slurped Ty's dick
into his mouth and buried his nose in Ty's nappy, black, pubes.

In response, Ty stopped mid-sentence, yelped loudly, grabbed hold of
Chester's head with his hands, and then began to wildly fuck his
seven-inch dick into Chester's throat, then yelped again in frustration,
as Chester pulled off his dick and went back to sucking on Timmy's hard,
four-inch, penis.

For about fifteen minutes, Chester alternately gave his attentions to the
boy's throbbing dicks, and when they were both leaking pre-cum like leaky
faucets, especially Ty, he figured it was time to let them get off.

"Okay, who wants to cum first?" Chester asked.

"Me!" Timmy replied quickly, fondling his hard, unoccupied, peter.

"Okay, how you wanna do it?" Chester asked.

"I wanna fuck your face. I like doing it that way," Timmy replied, and
smiled.

"Okay, one face fuck coming up," Chester said, and lay down upon the
floor on his back.

Immediately, Timmy got up from the couch and straddled the man's
shoulders with his legs, then leaned forward resting his hands upon the
carpeted floor. As he did so, Chester slurped the boy's penis into his
mouth.

"Oh yeah! Fuck! Fuck!" Timmy exclaimed, as he began to hunch his hips and
fuck Chester's face.

Needless to say, after having his hole eaten and his cock sucked for so
long, Timmy didn't last longer than a couple of minutes.

"Oh man! Here it comes! I'm gonna go! Ahhhhhh!!" Timmy cried out, and
began to rabbit fuck Chester's mouth as he filled it with squirt after
squirt of sweet, teen, cum pellets.

Finished, Timmy rolled over onto his back upon the carpeted floor, still
breathing heavily from his cum, and Chester wiped his mouth and sat up
and looked at Ty.

"Okay, how you want it?" Chester asked.

"Like he did it," the lanky, mocha-colored, teen replied, his dick with a
gleaming blob of pre-cum oozing from the slit.

"Okay, stud. Get down here," Chester said, and lay back down upon the
floor on his back.

"I think I should warn you, sir. I ejaculate a huge quantity of semen,"
Ty said, as he began to position himself upon the floor like Timmy had
done before him by straddling Chester's shoulders with his legs and
leaning forward on his hands.

"I think I can handle it, kid." Chester replied, and slurped the boy's
hard, seven-inch penis into his mouth.

"Oh yessssss!" Ty hissed, as Chester's mouth enveloped his penis.

Then, the black teen began to fuck Chester's face. Yet, more slowly than
Timmy had done, for he wanted the gooey feelings to last as long as they
could.

"Mmm-Yeah-Mmmm!" Ty moaned, as he hunched his hips slowly.

Indeed, Ty did last longer than Timmy did. But, not by much. In about
five minuets he was ready to cum and began to pant.

"Oh, sir! I think I should warn you. It won't be long!" Ty panted.

Of course, for Chester that was stating the obvious, for the teen's penis
had grown even harder as it fucked his mouth and was oozing pre-cum like
crazy.

"Oh sir! I'm going to ejaculate! Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!" Ty exclaimed, and
began to frantically rabbit fuck Chester's mouth.

Instantly, Chester learned that what the kid had said was true, for his
mouth was filled with a huge gush of hot teen goo, which he swallowed
quickly. The initial blast was followed by three more that filled his
mouth and he gulped them down as if he were drinking a milk shake.
Finally, when there was nothing but dribbles, Ty moaned loudly and rolled
over onto the carpeted floor on his back and lay there panting.

"I want to thank you, sir, for an extraordinary experience," Ty said
afterward, as Chester handed him the twenty-dollar bill.

"Sure, kid. Come back any time. You don't have to wait on Timmy."
Chester replied, and smiled.

"I think I would like that very much. Maybe next time you could
stimulate my anal orifice a little more. I enjoyed that immensely," Ty
said, and smiled back at the man.

"Sure, kid. Anything you want," Chester, visualizing his fingers probing
inside Ty's mocha-colored hole. "Here's your twenty, Timmy," Chester
then said, and handed Timmy his twenty-dollar bill.

"Uh, thanks!" Timmy replied, and tucked the bill into the pocket of his
jeans.

Chester ushered the boys out the door and closed and locked it behind
him, and as he walked back toward the kitchen, to get himself a fresh cup
of coffee, he couldn't help but shake his head and chuckle at the strange
oddity that was Tyrone.

The End