Date: Sun, 25 May 2003 18:46:21 -0400
From: JSL <jsl2k4@hotmail.com>
Subject: My Island pt. 3

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My Island-pt 3


"So," Jack panted as he tried in earnest to keep up with his big brother as
they hurried through the back alleyways, "Where is he taking us? I
mean...where are we going? Is there gonna be just him there or what? I
wonder if he's gonna like me? Do you think that he'll like? I like me...I
think he'll like me. I don't know Jonathan...do you think he'll like me?"

"Dude!" Jonathan stopped suddenly, "I told you! He'll love you...now for
fuck's sake...let it rest!"

"Sheesh," Jack moaned as he started the two walking again, "I just asked a
question!"

The pair made their way through the backstreets and up to the
lakeside. They weaved through the strollers and the night time joggers,
blending and not seeming to gain anyone's attention. Street kids had a
particular skill for becoming invisible. The full moon shone brightly in
the mid summer sky. Jack took in the sights of the marina. He had never
such a large display of sailboats. He smiled as he savored all the new
things he found on his new adventure. The brothers finally made to their
evening's destination. As they stood across the street from the grandiose
Regency hotel, Jack wavered back and forth from one foot to the other, one
hand holding tightly onto his brother's, the other busily switching between
picking his little nose and scratching his tiny balls. Jonathan scanned the
traffic and moved the two of them across without incident. Once on the
other side, they stopped short of the concrete steps leading up to the half
moon valet drop. Another quick scan of the surroundings found eye contact
with Xin Mae. Both traded nods and the two boys turned from the hotel and
walked down the sidewalk to the corner streetlamp.

"What happens now?" Jack wiped his nose again.

"Just hold on a minute pal," Jonathan smiled as he somewhat nervously
continued to scan the environment for potential dangers. He remembered one
of the first pieces of advice he got from Brandon, 'always watch the area,'
he would say, 'especially when you think you're sure it's cool...that's
when you get fucked'.

"I feel funny," Jack looked up at his preoccupied brother.

"What are you talking about?" Jonathan made brief eye contact, but returned
to his surveying.

"My tummy feels all prickly and jumpy," he said unsurely.

"It's nothing lil' dude," Jonathan smiled empathetically, breaking from his
crowd searching with the realization that Jack was after all only 5 1/2 and
needed some reassurance, "you're are just nervous. It's gonna be ok buddy,
you're really gonna like this guy. And yes...he's gonna love you"

Jack smiled and Jonathan could sense his relief. He thought about how
trusting his brother had become with him. It made him feel good, but at the
same time made him a little anxious as it began to sink in that he was now
responsible for him. The feelings of fear quickly left him as he looked at
Jack, continuing to hop back and forth, holding his hand tightly. He gave
his hand a quick squeeze and Jack turned to him and smiled. Jonathan saw
the familiar limousine round the corner and took the cue to walk down the
side street to the backside of the hotel.

"Good evening boys," Xin Mae greeted the pair as she held the door to the
black stretch open for them.

"Hi Xin Mae," Jonathan smiled as the climbed in, "nice to see you again.

Xin Mae winked as he disappeared into the large vehicle. The limousine sped
off into the night with it's young cargo safely secured within it's
doors. Traffic rolled by and both boy's watched through the deeply tinted
windows as the city surrounding them passed by. Jack bounced around from
one seat to the other, constantly remarking on how 'cool the great big car'
was and how many 'really neat' gadgets, buttons, and fixtures lay at his
disposal. Jonathan smiled, watching his little brother lose himself in the
newness of the experience. The car took a sudden sharp turn causing Jack to
collide into his brother. Jonathan quickly looked out of the window to see
that the boy's had entered a parking garage. Rows upon rows of cars passed
by as the limousine made its way to the very back of the structure. The car
pulled into a space, the engine went silent, and the door opened.

"Well," I said softly, "you must be Jack"


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Brandon rolled a quarter over his fingers as he waited by the streetlight
on 3rd and Dawson. A slow night indeed, but there were always prospects
around every corner. The 13yr old watched as countless cars weaved through
the area, slowing down, making connections, and then speeding off into the
sordid darkness of the city night. Brandon was a good kid, no doubt about
it, but there was a roughness to him that wasn't evident in any of the
other boys in their group of friends. He had been dealt an unmistakably
shitty hand in life. The abusive home life that had led to him being
brought into foster care didn't help matters, but what even made it worse
was the short stick he'd been given when it came to his body. Slightly over
weight he could deal with, the poor education and lack of more refined
social skills was workable, but the tiny cock thing was a real fuckin'
drag. Three inches hard on a thirteen year old was no laughing
matter. Well, at least not for him...many of his clients and some of the
other kids had found it down right fuckin' hilarious. It meant one thing
for sure, he had some making up to do in other areas. You see, like a
writer once said... a few inches of snow is significant, a few of rain is
nothing to sneeze at, but only a few inches of cock...well that doesn't do
a whole lot of good to anybody.

"Fuckin' just my luck," he thought out loud.

The strangers continued to play out their nightly routine. Exchanging goods
and services in a dance of momentarily shared loneliness. It was a
depressing scene to be sure. Brandon recognized a familiar figure as the
sea of sad cases parted. A 14yr old named Robin, a regular in these parts
and a pretty good friend, was walking towards him. Brandon had known Robin
for about three years now. They had spent some time together in a couple of
foster homes before being sent to the Wells Home. As he watched Robin get
closer, he knew what would be in store for the evening.

"Hey bro," Robin gave Brandon a nod as he came up to him. Robin was a tall
boy with a medium build. He wore a white tank top and dirty blue jeans with
a hole in the right knee. His dirty blonde hair hung shoulder length and
waved in the night breeze. His lightly tanned skin glistened in the
reflected streetlight.

"'Sup man?," Brandon got that old familiar queasy feeling in the pit of his
stomach.

"Nothing dude," he smirked, "listen man, you know that old man Peters has
been asking about you."

"I figured as much," Brandon new damn well what was coming next.

"So yeah man," Robin cocked his head to the side as he lit up a cigarette,
"anyway...you down for it tonight? You know he pays top dollar."

Brandon new that old man Peters paid top dollar. He knew that each boy
would walk away with $500 a piece for about an hours work. But it wasn't as
simple as it sounded. Old man Peters was a retired Army Colonel who liked
to play rough, really rough. $500 dollars meant spending an hour getting
tossed around, slapped, and generally humiliated. You see, old man Peters
liked to put his 'bitches' through a workout which typically ended up with
Brandon in tears..and covered in bruises.

"Fuck man," Brandon bummed a smoke from the older boy, lit it up and took a
deep drag, "I don't know if I can handle him tonight dude."

"Aw c'mon man," Robin blew a slick cloud of smoke in the apprehensive boy's
face, "don't be such a fuckin' pussy yo. It's an easy 5 bills."

"Easy for you bitch!" Brandon snapped, "You're not the one who ends up with
the shit kicked out of him!"

"Oh settle down ya big baby," he laughed, "I told him after last time that
we wouldn't be down for anymore of that kinda shit."

"Really?" Brandon took another deep drag.

"Yes...bitch," he smiled again, "I told him no more hitting but he still
expects to humiliate the fuck out of you and fuck us both raw."

"Whatever then," Brandon scanned the crowd pretending not to be thinking of
the ridicule that was surely coming," but if that old fuck lays one hand on
me...I'm outta there!"

"Deal," Robin flicked his dying out cigarette butt onto the ground and the
pair headed for the old man's house.


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"You are a beautiful creature Owen," Father Donovan smiled as he poured
warm water over the naked boy's back, "is the bath warm enough for you?"

"Yes Father," Owen smiled as he enjoyed the smells of frankincense and
chamomile wafting out of the incense burner. He always enjoyed it when the
old priest bathed him in his large tub. For a moment he felt really loved,
even if it wasn't what most people would have considered to be love. But
most people didn't live Owen's life. In fact, Owen had learned to find love
wherever he could. He had loved his parents deeply. But they were gone and
he was alone. He still felt the mixture of anger and sadness over his
parent's death. Sadness for the obvious loss, and anger over the painful
fact that they had never thought to plan for what would happen if Owen were
ever orphaned. Instead, reality was that he had nothing.

"You have been taking care of your body I see," he ran his hand down the
boy's chest and rested it on his plump belly, "so clean, so well
nourished."

"Yes Father," Owen enjoyed the thoughtful touch.

"But as I fell the muscles in you shoulders and back," the old priest
noted,"I sense some tension."

"Yes Father," Owen gave a disheartened look.

"You are carrying to much of a burden my child," he touched the young boy's
tender cheek, "have you been suffering at the hands of the other boys again
Owen?"

"Yes Father," a single tear escaped from his eye and crashed into Father
Donovan's caressing hand.

"Oh dear my sweet boy," the old priest sighed as he drew the saddened boy
to his clothed chest, "such pain and sadness I see in your young heart. Are
you getting closer to having the money you will need to leave that wretched
place?"

"Yes Father," Owen buried his face into the kind old priest's vestments.

"Let me help you release this sadness my son," Father Donovan helped the
young child out of the water and led him over to a table that was set up in
the far corner of the room. Owen recognized it as the massage table that
the old priest had once told him that he used for his physical
therapy..whatever that meant.

Owen climbed up on top of the table and lay on his stomach as instructed by
the old priest. Father Donovan disappeared for a moment and when he
returned, Owen could smell the sweet aroma of the incense even more than
before. A mild flinch when Father Donovan poured some warm oil onto the
young child's back and ass, but Owen soon relaxed into the power of the old
priest's sensitive touch. Owen let several moans of pleasure escape his
young lips as the old priest rubbed his smooth hands up and down his young
body. After a little while he was directed to turn over so that Father
Donovan could attend to his front side.

"Such a lovely plump penis you have," the old priest praised as he stroked
the young boy's throbbing member.

"You will be a fine man someday," he smiled as he continued to work Owens
stiff prick.

The old priest used his free hand to spread the moaning child's legs so
that he could have better access to his hot little boyhole. Without
hesitating he plunged two long fingers into the boy's waiting ass. Father
Donovan's work was being met by a symphony of moans and whimpers as his
hands worked the young boy into a lather of sexual pleasure. The old priest
lovingly rolled Owen's foreskin back and forth over the boy's engorged
glans, milking little offerings of precum from his aching penis. Waves of
delight flowed from the youth's trembling body as his powerful orgasm
overtook him.

"Yes my child!" the old priest commanded, "give in to your pleasure."

Owen thrashed at these words bucking his hips and mashing his hole down
upon the old priest's fingers. A tiny stream of clear boy juice shot from
his plump cock and splattered onto his belly. He had only just begun to
come down from his orgasmic cloud, when Father Donovan rammed his fingers
deep into the boy's spasming ass. The tension on his little prostate
brought on another intense orgasm and Owen began to shake violently as the
sexual release saturated his young form. The pleasure overwhelmed the small
soul and he soon passed into a deep sleep.


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We sped off into the night, all of us a little nervous about the meeting,
but somehow I think we all knew that things would be just fine. Jack stayed
very close to his big brother who sat in the seat mirroring my own as the
giant car maneuvered through the meandaring traffic. I watched as Jack paid
me inquisitive glances. He smiled a lot but I could tell that he was a
little uncomfortable. It was very much as if he wanted to relax, but his
body was already so tensed up that he had to just ride it out.

"So," Jonathan broke the silence with his angelic voice,"where's dinner
tonight?"

"Yeah!" Jack chimed in, "are we gonna eat at that fancy place like you guys
did before?"

"Well," I smiled as I moved up in my seat to be closer to them, "we won't
be dining at Giontello's if that is where you mean."

"Oh," Jack looked crushed.

"Giontellos is nice," I took a chance and patted his thigh, "but I have
much bigger plans for us tonight."

Jonathan only smiled as he hugged his brother close to his young body. It
was around 7pm, the sun had retired for the evening and the city glowed
with artificial light. I knew that the boys would have to be back inside
the Wells Home by no later than 11pm in order to sneak in during shift
change. I had planned the evening perfectly. As we charter hanger area of
the airport, I chuckled to myself as the boys grew more and more excited
while at the very same time, more and more confused. As we came to a stop,
the boys put at least the first part of our adventure together.


"Are we going up in that thing!" Jack's eyes widened as he pointed to the
charter helicopter reading for take off about 50 feet from the limousine.

"That's the plan," I smiled.

"Too cool!" Jonathan joined in his younger brother's shock and excitement.

I grabbed onto both boy's hands firmly as we exited the limousine and
crouching made our approach to the chopper, it's huge metal blades slicing
violently through the night air. Once inside, the boy's immediately
surveyed the layout. Charter helicopters are very different from the
typical little news or law enforcement birds. They are quite literally,
hovering limousines, complete with leather seats, a mini bar, and an
entertainment center. Both boys plastered up against the glass as we
buckled in and waited for take off. The giant bird rose into the dark night
sky and both boys immediately commented on how their stomachs flipped when
it did. They were beside themselves with amazing anticipation. As we flew
around the city, lit up in a dazzling display of colors, I could see that
Jack was in a clear state of nirvana. The boys took turns trying to point
out and name familiar landmarks. I would occasionally make an observation,
or suggest the actual identity of an object, but for the most part I let
them paint the city with their own imaginations.

Jonathan sat back after awhile and I ran my hand up under his shirt and
caressed his back. It was not a sexual thing, but rather a soft way of
letting him know how pleased I was that he and Jack were enjoying
themselves. He leaned back into my touch and I could feel him breathing
deeply. His skin was so soft, and so intoxicatingly warm that I felt a stir
in my groin. Jack stayed fixed to the window as Jonathan turned around,
looked into my eyes and then brought his gorgeous lips to mine. I felt a
little awkward about it at first, what with Jack being right there, but how
could I resist or deny his full wet kiss? Our tongues married in a twisting
dance of lite moans and subtle caresses. I loved this boy. I was sure of it
now. We broke our kiss, not a single word was uttered, and he rejoined his
brother at the window.


It was now about 7:30pm when we touched down on the roof of the Regency. We
made for the penthouse where dinner was waiting for us on the deck. I had
instructed the room service staff to set for three with decorative torches
encircling the linen covered table. The flames danced in the darkness of
the night as we took up places at the intimate little table. I had selected
a menu of fine Kobe beef steaks, steamed vegetables, and wonderfully
prepared garlic mashed potatoes.

"Wow," Jonathan exclaimed as he took in the sights and smells of the
wonderful meal.

"Only the best for my favorite boys," I smiled as I motioned for Xin Mae to
pour my glass of wine.

"So..." Jonathan smiled slyly,"do I get some of that too?"

"Hmmm," I gave him a look letting him know that he was treading on thin ice
with that one.

"Thought I'd give it a try," he smiled.

"I have to go pee," Jack reported with a noticeable degree of discomfort.

"Xin Mae will show you to the bathroom sweetheart," I signaled for my
assistant.

"You need me to take you Jack?" Jonathan broke from cutting his steak.

"I'm not a baby you know!" Jack snapped his brother an icy glare.

"Sheesh dude," Jonathan shook his head, "just tryin' to help. Well...get on
with it then."

Jack went with Xin Mae and it didn't take long before Jonathan was almost
in my lap. Ensuring that we were still alone, our lips met in a deep wet
kiss. I squeezed his bubble butt in my hands, bring forth a sweet moan of
pleasure as we broke our lip's embrace.

"I've wanted to do that for awhile now," Jonathan smiled then licked his
lips.

"Oh really," I teased, taking a large gulp of my wine. I pulled him to me
again and our mouths locked. We passed the bold Merlot back and forth
between for a brief moment before Jonathan swallowed my gift.

"Mmmm," he smiled again, "that tastes awesome!"

"And that's enough for now," I sent him back to his seat expecting Jack at
any moment.

"Ok!" he announced, "I'm ready to eat now.

"Wonderful honey," I smiled as he joined us again.

We feasted on the magnificently prepared food, and by the chorus of
pleasurable sounds coming from my two angels, I could tell they were
enjoying themselves. I noticed however, that Jack was avoiding his steak,
and looking around wantingly.

"Do you need me to cut it for you sweetheart?" I helped him verbalize his
need.

"Yes please," he picked up his plate and bounded over to me. Without saying
a word he placed the plate before me and hopped up into my lap. Jonathan
smiled with a hint of amazement and some of relief as Jack seemed more
comfortable with me.

"Well," I said confidently, "let's see if we can sort this out for you."

He wiggled his cute little butt on my lap as I cut through the fine meat. I
was going to have to hurry up due to the intensifying heat and tingling
within my balls. At first I found it innocent and adorable, the way he had
just hopped into my lap the simple way a son would sit with his father; but
something became interestingly apparent. Jack had positioned his crack
right over the growing bulge in my pants, and was now beginning to grind
into me a little whenever he moved. I was wearing linen pants, so there
wasn't much material between my growing cock and the warm boyass ontop of
it. His nylon shorts left little to the imagination as well and I could
feel the heat coming from his tight little hole as he moved over my prick.

"Mmmm," he cooed as I fed him a tiny piece of Kobe steak, "that's so good!"

"I'm glad you like it little man," I brought another piece up to his
waiting mouth. Jonathan gave me a wink as I continued to feed the hungry
boy in my lap.

With every bite he ground deeper into my throbbing cock. I gave a
questioning look to Jonathan as his younger brother was now obviously dry
humping me as he ate. Jonathan returned my look with a kind of 'I don't
know dude....just go with it' expression. I got a little bolder and, while
continuing to feed my new friend with one hand, I began to rub his back
under his shirt with the other. He purred and giggled as he enjoyed both
the feeding, and the massaging.

"Enjoying yourself Jack?" Jonathan smiled at the hot little boy on my lap.

"Mmm Hmmph," Jack mumbled, his mouth full of potato and veg.

"Don't you think that you're being a little rude?" he glanced over at my
plate, full of food growing cold.

"Mmph?" he looked at the plate, then around at me (smiling back at him),
down between his legs at my engorged dick, and then back at his brother,
"sorry..." he saddened.

"It's fine sweetheart," I lightly massaged his cute little butt,"

"I can fix this!" he cheered up again and hopped up off of my lap.

"Umph," I let out a moan as my prick strained in my shorts. Jonathan's eyes
widened as he put together what his brother had been up to. Then to both of
our surprise, Jack pushed his plate forward on the table, quickly threw off
his clothing, and hopped up onto the table. He knelt down over the plate,
putting his stretched out boyhole right in front of my face.

"Now everyone's happy," he smiled looking back and forth between Jonathan
and I, "so....dig in," he slid my plate back towards me.

I looked at Jonathan as if to ask permission. Jonathan just gave me the
'why ya lookin' at me dude?' face. I looked back at the gorgeous almost 6yr
old boy butt staring me in the face, the pink hole winking at me, and
noticed that Jack had returned to eating his dinner.

"Well...," Jack turned around again, "are you gonna eat your food or what?"
he chuckled.

"Well.." I stammered.

"Here," he took command of the situation, "start with that." To the
surprise of both Jonathan and myself, the ballsy little guy scooped up a
handful the garlic mashed potatoes and planted it right in the middle of
his ass crack, followed by a sliver of steak which he rested on top of the
mound. "Now get to it before it falls off...sheesh"

Jack went back to eating and I took a second to take in the prospect of
eating my dinner off of the ass of a beautiful 6yr old. Jonathan just sat
there with his mouth gaping open. I figured what the hell and gently placed
my hands on either side of his cute little butt. I leaned in and took the
piece of steak in my mouth. I savored the flavor of the finely seasoned
Kobe, almost forgetting that it had just rested on the sweet tail of my new
friend. I swallowed the meat and went in for a taste of the potatoes. I
took a long lick and felt my tongue make contact with Jacks young skin. He
giggled a little bit as I took another lick. I heard him sigh just as he
backed up, ramming his ass into my face.

"Stop being a baby and eat it!" he laughed.

I plunged my tongue between his little wedge and began licking and sucking
his warm flesh. He moaned as he ate the last few bites off of his plate. I
had now licked and sucked up all of the remaining food off of his ass. He
turned around to inspect my progress.

"Now...that's better," he smiled, "here, I wanna watch you eat."

He rolled himself over onto his back. His legs spread out before me
exposing the most adorable set of boyballs tightly snugged up under the
cutest little 3 incher. His cut cock stood stiffly pointing up towards his
belly button. He had a thicker ringmeat than his big brother and it pouched
a little on the under belly of his little prick. He picked up my plate and
smiled at me before dumping the entire contents onto his crotch. Juice from
the steak ran down between his legs and started to form a pool on the table
around his butt cheeks. He patted the potatoes and veg into a little
mountain around his cock and rested the remaining pieces of steak on his
belly. I saw him smile at Jonathan as I leaned in for the second course. As
I took my time enjoying both the food and the boys off which I was dining,
let my hands explore his young body. I massaged his supple thighs and
worked my way down to his crack. His pink hole, still slightly smeared with
mashed potatoes, puckered when I made contact with it. I looked up to see
Jonathan removing his clothes. He was trying hard to pull off his shirt
with only one hand as he was busy rubbing his hard boymeat in the
other. Jack's eyes were closed and he was breathing very deeply as my
finger tip worked its way inside his virgin ass. My mouth was fully
covering both his tiny prick and the two small testicles the clung tightly
below. He was pushing his hips upwards to meet my face as I took him in
each time. Jonathan had moved in between my legs and had freed my pulsating
cock from my pants. His mouth was hot and very wet and I almost fainted
when he took me all the way inside of his throat. He was more turned on
then I had ever seen him before. I figured that the sight of his brother
being pleasured had been enough to work him into a deep lather. We worked
together in a unison of sexual delight. Moans, panting, and the occassional
unintelligible mumbling filled the night air. I could feel the cum rising
in my balls and knew that I wouldn't last much longer so I pulled Jonathan
off of me and brought him up. I stood up and rid myself of my clothes.I
picked Jonathan up and laid him down on the table next to his brother. He
instinctively lifted his legs up and apart.

"This is what you wanted to see Jack," he motioned towards his crotch as I
got in between his legs. Jonathan then pulled his brother on top of himself
in a 69 position so that could watch his big brother get deep fucked by his
host.

Jack played with his brother's cock but he was more intent on watching my
man sized pole aim up towards the waiting boyhole. Jack gulped loudly when
he saw my full cock in the torch light. He looked concerned as I touched
the tip of my prick against his brother's puckering ass lips.

"Is that gonna hurt him?" Jack looked up at me.

"No sweet boy," I tussled his sweaty hair, "he's gonna love it"

"It's cool Jack," Jonathan assured him as he wrapped his arms around his
brother's waist. Jonathan could feel his brother's cock sticking him in the
chest.

"Aaahh!" Jonathan moaned loudly as I entered his scorching ass.

Jack seemed to relax when he heard his brother begin a steady rhythm of
moans and groans. I started out slowly at first but soon I was ramming my
hard pole deep into the young boy's hungry ass. Jack seemed to pick up on
his brother's pleasure and took his cock bhack into his hand. Jack began
stroking it in time with my own thrusts. Soon Jonathan was overwhelmed in
orgasm as his boycock jerked a couple of thin streams of juice into the
air, landing on his brother's cheek. Jack kept pulling on his brother's
meat until Jonathan had to stop him. I had stopped pumping into him,
waiting for his orgasm to subside before I concentrated on my own. Jonathan
pulled off of my cock and sat up.

"Hang on a minute," he panted.

He got up onto his hands and knees and then after getting his bearings,
scooted backwards so that his asshole was in front of my cock again. He had
Jack lie down in front of him and when I lined up my cock again, he took
his little brother into his mouth. I plunged back inside of my young
lover. I knew that I wouldn't last long, but I was hoping that I could time
it with Jack's own orgasm. Jonathan was truly gifted when it came to
sucking cock, so I knew that it wouldn't be that far off. I continued to
fuck him and I could tell by the way he was clinching my rod with his ass
muscles, that he was nearing a second climax.

"I'm...getting...that...neat...feeling....!" Jack shouted as he began to
shake uncontrollably. This sent both Jonathan and I over the edge as we
both let loose our loads. I could feel the walls of his ass spasm as my
cock spit several streams of searing hot cum into his bowels. Having just
cum a few minutes ago, Jonathan had only a dry orgasm like his little
brother.

We all crashed into the table, a mass of exhausted flesh heaped upon the
remnants of what at one time was a five star feast. When we all regained
composure, I picked both boys up and carried them into the pool. We floated
for several minutes before Jack broke the silence.

"That was the coolest!" he was a little less animated than he had been
previously, but he had more energy than either Jonathan or I.

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"That's right you dirty little street whore...eat his ass out good!"
Colonel Peters commanded as he puffed on his foul cigar.

Brandon dove back between Robin's open legs and devoured the teen's gaping
asshole. Robin had both legs cradled in his arms while his hands pulled his
ass apart. Brandon's eyes watered somewhat thanks to fact that Robin was a
pure street kid and obviously had not showered in a few days. The mixture
of shit, sweat and dirt was a little much for him, but Robin did have a
nice body and Brandon knew that he would get to taste that serious cock in
just a little while. Robin's 8 incher lay flat against his stomach as his
hole was being serviced.

"That's it you sick little fuck," Peters laughed, "lick up that dirty
hole. I'm gonna let you choke on that big fuckin' cock soon enough little
prick. You must be ashamed of your little shit next to that real piece of
man meat. You fuckin' faggot....work that hole."

Robin let his legs fall down onto Brandon's back as he took his thick cock
into his hands and worked it to its full hardness. Brandon felt like he was
going to pass out. Between the smells and the heat of being trapped under
Robin's heavy legs, he knew he wasn't going to last much longer. He pulled
up off of the boy and Robin immediately brought his legs down onto the
floor.

"I didn't tell you to stop you disgusting little faggot!" Colonel Peters
made a move towards the panting boy but Robin quickly fixed him a sharp
stare reminding the old man that he had already been told not to lay a
finger on Brandon. "Dirty fuckin' slut. You can't even eat an asshole
right. What? Was the little faggot getting to hot down there?

Robin never corrected the old man for his verbal taunts and
humiliations. The deal was he couldn't hit Brandon, that was it. Colonel
Peters was into punishing the boy, that's what he paid for, and that's what
he'd get. Brandon knew it as well. He had been with other men who were into
pain and bondage, some even liked Brandon to do the mocking, and normally
he would just play the role and look hurt and tortured. But with the
Colonel it was different. With old man Peters it was for real. Brandon felt
ashamed and ridiculed from the very center of his being, and it showed. It
never took long before the young boy would start crying.

"Ah shit," the Colonel laughed, "the little baby fuckboy is crying
already."

"I know what'll stop that," Robin stepped in to help his friend, "a big
fuckin cock in his mouth."

Brandon would have smiled if he could have at his friends kindness. He fell
onto the older boy ramming the large cock into his open throat. Robin left
his legs on the bed this time, not wanting to cause Brandon anymore
discomfort than was absolutely necessary.

"Fuckin' hell yeah slut boy!" the old man heckled, "swallow that giant
prick!"

Colonel Peters was now naked and jacking off as he watched the two boys go
at it. At 73 years of age, the old man was no prize himself. His body had
been abused throughout his 40 plus years in the armed forces. His nine
inches of bitter old man meat hung atop two large balls wrapped in a loose
sac of wrinkled flesh. He was pounding his flesh as he walked around the
pair on the bed.

"That's right whore," he grabbed Brandon's ass hard forcing a shriek to
travel along Robin's prick and escape his outstretched mouth, "choke on
that hot cock."

Brandon was crying again and Robin knew that he wouldn't be able to keep
this up much longer. The old bastard would need to get his nut soon or
Brandon would be in trouble.

"How 'bout you shove that old prick of yours into the little whore's
fuckin' juicy pussy!" Robin shouted as he pinched his own nipples.

"Oh yeah," the old man lined up behind the now shaking boy, "I'm gonna fuck
that little pussy real good!"

"MmmmmAAArrrrgh!" Brandon screamed as the old man shoved his cock deep
inside of his young body. Brandon was good at taking big cocks up his hot
ass, but the Colonel didn't even bother to wet his cock with some spit, he
just shoved it in there dry.

"Fuck him Colonel!" Robin tried to make this end faster, "fuck his dirty
little asshole!"

The old man plowed into the trembling boy in front of him. Brandon choked
and gagged as he was being violated. Robin could see the intense pain in
his eyes. Robin started shouting that he was cumming and pretended to
release his seed in Brandon's saliva covered mouth. The old man kept
fucking him hard as he yelled at Brandon to swallow every bit of Robin's
juice. Robin pulled his dick away so that Brandon could get a few good
breathes. Robin got up from the bed and stood behind the old man. He knew
just the trick to push the nasty old fuck right over the edge.

"Oh fuck that's right bitch!" the Colonel groaned as Robin reached around
him and grabbed both of the old bastard's nipples. He twisted hard causing
the old man to fly right over the edge.

"Take it....you dirty....little.....WHORE!!!!" Brandon screamed again as
the Colonel buried his cum deep within the child's aching bowels.

When he had regained his hold on the moment, the Colonel stepped back and
laughed as Brandon collapsed onto the bed. The young boy had been brutally
ravaged and he was still crying and shaking.

"Look at the pussyboy Robin," the old man smiled as he saw the boy's
asshole spasm and then begin spewing out a thick mixture of cum, ass juice,
and a little blood.

"That's how it's done," the Colonel shoved Robin aside as he made his way
towards the door of the bedroom. "Your money on the nightstand whores. Now
get your shit and fuck off."

Brandon never moved as the old man opened the door and started out. Just
before he shut the door behind him, the old man spun around and barked back
into the room that he would see the boys again real soon.

"Dude,!" Robin ran to his friend's side as soon as the door slammed shut,
"Oh dude! I'm so fucking sorry! I had no idea that he was gonna do that. I
told him 'no hitting'. I never thought he'd make up for it by raping you."

Brandon sat up and Robin wiped the tears from his eyes. He helped the
battered boy up and brought him his clothes. The pair dressed, took their
money, and left the house.


To be continued.....

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