Date: Tue, 10 Apr 2007 01:49:09 -0700 (PDT)
From: Randy Craig <akhighrover@yahoo.com>
Subject: Mr. Johnsons Boys Part 4

Pablo quickly settled into his new life at Mr. Johnson's. He enjoyed his
own room for the first time in his life, as well as good food and
friends. The other 6 boys of Mr. Johnson's stable quickly took to the new
boy, especially after his "breaking in" adventures at Roaldo's.

Each of the boys insisted on every small detail, and asked again and
again for the descriptions of the Americans. They were in awe Pablo as he
said once again how the huge cock had slowly entered his tiny asshole.
They giggled as he described the round Chinese and growled at the
description of the aggressive Brazilian.

But mainly they chattered and laughed as all young boys would do. Each
day would begin with some prank by one of the boys and end with some
pillowfight or giggling fit.

Some days or nights would include a "visit" to a man's home of course.
Once, or occasionally twice a week Pablo and the other boys would be
escorted across town to what was usually a fine house or apartment. After
Roaldo's party, Pablo had visited only one man at a time, sometimes for a
short tryst and other times for a full night. He enjoyed these visits and
always felt as thought he was unwrapping a christmas present as the
usually middle aged man was slowly revealed to him.

He looked forward to the man's stiffening cock the most. By the time his
small and nimble hands had worked their way into the man's underwear he
was already anticipating with pleasure the feel of the cock in his mouth
and eventual grunting passage up his ass.

Of his newfound friends at Mr. Johnson's, Tommy was his favorite. He was
about Pablo's age, although know one knew for sure how old he really was.
He must have been close to ten, though, as his uncut cock was still small
and his scrotum small and hairless. Like the other boys he was small of
build and lithe as a dancer. While the other boys had typical latino
looks, Tommy was remarkably different.

While Tommy knew nothing of his parentage or background, by looking at
him it was easy to assume a few things, as his striking anglo looks
showed a very different beginning. It was pretty easy to assume some
prostitute had birthed the  beauty, and had probably passed him off to
someone else to care for as quickly as possible. The father? Who knows,
perhaps a traveling norseman, a Canadian, perhaps. There could be know
doubt the sperm had the Anglo origins of the north, as Tommy had striking
blue eyes, a mop of blonde hair and the whitest skin Pablo had ever seen.

Another difference between Tommy and the other boys was his sexual
experience. While Pablo and the others had arrived virgins and been
broken in by high priced customers, Tommy had been fucked back as far as
he could remember.

Living on the streets for as long as he could remember, Tommy had always
been singled out by men for his good looks. As Tommy related it, life on
the street was hard for the beautiful boy. When he fell asleep in a park
or under a bridge, he knew as often as not he would be awakened by the
rough hands of a wayward or homeless man.

Cry out as he may, struggle as he may he always felt the rough hands hold
him down, pinning his little body on the ground before roughly pulling
his pants down to expose his rounded white ass cheeks. Usually without a
moments hesitation, except for the time it took for the mans pants to be
unzipped and odorous underwear yanked down he would feel the probing of
the man's fat cock on his ass. If he was lucky the man spat on his ass
before roughly fucking him.

Then, while Tommy cried out, the man would ram is cock in to Tommy again
and again. And here was another difference between Tommy and the other
boys. While Pablo and most of the others quickly learned to either accept
the pulsing cocks invading their asses, Tommy always fought back.

 His ass never became accostumed to invasions these cocks brought his
ass. Every time it was as though it was the first painful invasion. His
ass canal felt every pulse of the throbbing member, every bulging vein
brought some nerve to fiery life, and every thrust brought his entire
body to life. He would arch, cry out writhe like he was on fire, and the
men loved it.

While he learned as a small boy how to keep these men from finding him as
much as possible, or in some cases to use his obvious attractions to buy
protection, he eventually came to the attention of Mr. Johnson. One look
at the boy had Mr. Johnson breaking his age old rule of only taking in
virgins.

The boy quickly became a house favorite. Between his angelic looks and
his writhing, vocal style of sex, men requested him more than Mr. Johnson
could accomidate.

It was only a month into his life at Mr. Johnson's that Pablo got a
chance to work alongside Tommy. It had been over a week since Pablo had
had any action and that had been a mellow sleep-over so Pablo was more
than ready to try something new.

Prior to having his driver drop them off, Mr. Johnson had described the
clients to them. Unlike the typical clients who tended to be middle aged
or older, this was a soccer team visiting from Argentina. A rich fan had
decided to entertain them in style after their tournement game in Mexico
City.

On the drive over, both boys were visably excited. Joking and bouncing
around they teased each other about their revealing Toga outfits and
giggled about what the team might be like.

Inwardly Pablo was a bit nervous. Aside from Mr. Roaldo's he had never
been with a group, and was unsure of what to expect. Could he handle
younger more virile men?

It was not until the Pablo and his friend Tommy walked into the party
that Pablo realized how handsome men could be though. The team, 12 in
all, literally towered over the buffet table set up. Pablo couldn't help
staring, at least momentarially, at the men. Aged 17 to 22, the men
belonged to an elite College team from the South American country.

Fresh off the field, the men wore either their muddy uniforms or loose
fitting muscle shirts. One wore no shirt at all, revealing a muscled
chest and muscular arms. There appeared to be no fat amongst the men as
all had the lean look of athletes. Some had sweat stains still soaking
their jersys as the men recounted the game, play by play.

The boys felt truely small amongst the men. Neither came much above the
players navel as they moved over to the bar to start their first chore of
doling out drinks to the thirsty players. As Pablo moved amongst the
crowd, Pablo sized up the men, and after giving up trying to tell them
apart, began to feel a growing anticipation for what the evening might
bring.

The men, totally excited by the days events at first barely noticed the
boys moving nearly naked amongst them. Soon, however, the famaliar feel
of a mans hands greeted Pablo and Tommy as they made their rounds.

Responding to a gesture from the team captain they were to know a Drake,
both boys moved with brimming beer pitchers to the bright eyed man. With
a "whoop" and shout, he pulled both Togas from the boys boys before
dousing both with beer. "Drink up, my champs!" he shouted and pushed the
boys towards his team mates.

With a laugh and a roar, the men licked the beer from the boys. Beer was
licked from their hair, their chests and suckled from their dripping
little cocks. Laughing, the men doused them again and again as the
tongues repeatedly licked them at least partly dry. More than once Pablo
felt his butt cheeks parted and licked clear of the sticky suds.

As Pablo was passed around and around in the beer drinking game, he found
himself "accidently" rubbing the men more and more. These men were hard
chested muscular soccer playing machines, and he could tell from the
bulging shorts none were lacking in cock size either. Drake, he was
almost sure was the largest, and as the game got more towards what he was
sure was the next stage he manuvered his lithe body towards the handsome
team captain.

This team, he could tell from the hands groping his bottom, were
definitely going to go for ass play and his heart skipped more than one
beat when a mat was brought into the room and put on the floor.

Drake's arm was possesively around Pablo when the second mat was brought
in. Pablo looked over to see another player with his arm around naked
Tommy's waist as well.

Pablo, without hesitation, pulled down and removed Drake's grass and beer
stained soccer shorts. The cock that popped out was already an angry
throbbing purple and as large and muscular as Drake himself.

Unsure what to do next, Pablo started to lean over to encircle the
throbbing giant in his mouth. With an athletes ease, Drake lifted the boy
by the chest, leaving his little bottom pointing upwards and exposed, and
carried him quickly and roughly to the mat. Placing him on all fours,
with only a moments hesitation to utilize the lube nearby, Drake quickly
forced his bulging member inside Pablo.

Gasping, and feeling his ass suddenly full to the bursting, Pablo barely
caught his breath before Drake began his thrusting. Pablo felt himself on
fire! This was so different. No gradual fucking, but an athletes hard
body thrusting his huge cock into him again and again.

Sweat began to form on his ass and back as he labored to meet every
thrust and lunge. His ass canal, so recently untouched became alive with
tingling nerves as  the angry cock head worked back and forth.

From the corner of his eye he caught a glimpse of Tommy. Little blonde
Tommy was writhing like a snake on his back as a player rode him like a
bucking bronco. Tommy was letting out his legendary yells, matched this
time by Pablo's.

Pablo was unabashedly clawing the mat and writhing like a mad man. His
yowls became whimpers and his whimpers became strident calls for Drake to
fuck him ever the more.

From his occasional glimpses of Tommy, he could tell he was onto his
second player. Drake only plunged on like the champ he was. By the time
Dake's mighty impaler had started to shoot its jets of cum deep inside
Pablo, the two were groaning in unison, almost as if their bodies had
become one.

Stiffening, and with one final thrust, Drake shot the final shot into the
boy, before collapsing onto the boy, exhausted.

In the moment of silence that followed, only puncuated by Tommy's excited
yelps and cries, Pablo felt the snake deep inside him slowly start to
retreat from his hole.

"Hey, my turn" laughed another player as they playfully punched their
naked team captain. "Tommy's already done three."

As the evening progressed, Pablo felt fulfilled like he never had before.
Athletic body after athletic body first penitrated then connected with
him as no one ever had before. As his hole felt each cock plunging into
him, and as he felt the harsh thrusting, he also felt the perfection of
each of their bodies.

Rather than tire, Pablo urged each on more vocally, more urgently did his
own body respond, and theirs to his. Tommy following suit, never let up
on his shrill yowls and cries, but thrust into each man ever the harder.

By the time their driver arrived the sun was already starting to appear.
Pablo lost count of the times he had been taken by the team members but
was pleased and excited that Drake had taken him for another ride. Before
their tearful goodbyes the team had each signed the boy's naked chests
with magic marker and had posed with them for a memorable photo op.

The boys only bothered with towels for the ride home, as they were too
tired to even look for their long gone Togas.

"Maybe", muttered a tired Tommy on the way home, "Maybe we should ask Mr.
Johnson for a few days off".

Pablo only smiled a contented smile as he dreamed of his champion team.