Date: Sun, 26 Nov 2006 07:42:52 -0600
From: Justin Davis <justin0398@gmail.com>
Subject: Old Man Brown 03 By Justin Davis (M/t, mast, oral, anal)

The following story contains sexual scenes involving young males and
an older male. If material of this nature offends you then you should
not read this story.  Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age
in most states you are not allowed to read this story by law.

This story is purely a work of fiction.  Any resemblance to person's
living or dead, or to events that may have occurred, is purely
coincidental.  Additionally, the actions of the characters in this
story are in no way intended to show approval of, or give sanction to,
their actions, or encourage similar actions by others.

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Old Man Brown
By
Justin Davis

Chapter Three


"Gosh my hole hurts!" Jimmy Stevens said, as he pulled on his shorts,
then wiped another tear from his cheek.

"Here!  This'll make it feel better!" Jacob Brown said, handing the
kid the final fifty bucks he needed so he could buy the Starter Jacket
he wanted.

"Uh, I don't think I'm gonna be coming back," Jimmy said, as he tucked
the cash into the pocket of his shorts.

"Well, that's your choice.  You've got a new bike and now the jacket
you wanted.  But, if you change your mind feel free to come back
anytime," Jacob replied, and unbolted and opened the door so the kid
could leave.

"Uh, you ain't gonna have to put your thing in my butt every time from
now on are you?" Jimmy asked.

"Depends on what you want," Jacob replied, and smiled, causing a soft
moan from the kid as he turned away to walk home, his dilated hole
already leaking sperm into the crotch of his shorts.

For a bit, Jacob watched the kid as he walked down the path, stopping
twice to adjust the seat of his shorts, which were becoming sticky
with the cum that was leaking from his hole.  Then, he shook his head
and closed the door.

Of course, whether Jimmy would come back or not depended on whether
there was something he just had to have, as Jacob well knew.  So, as
he went to the kitchen to get himself a can of beer he wondered if
Jimmy would be like David Johnson from four years ago.  Now, there was
a slut for cash if ever there was one!  In fact, physically, Jimmy
kind of reminded Jacob of David.

Four years ago, like others had before him, David had shown up at the
door to Jacob's trailer for the purpose of getting his peter sucked.
Of course, none of the boys talked to one another about getting their
hole eaten or getting fucked with Old Man Brown's fingers when they
got sucked.  That was just too queer.

Naturally, Jacob had picked up very quickly on the fact that the kid
hunched back on his fingers, as they invaded his bottom, and that
David might be a prime candidate for the vibrator some time down the
road.  Yet, with David there wasn't the usual slow progression.

"Uh, I need twenty bucks real bad!  Can you loan it to me?" David had
asked, one Saturday morning when he had shown up at the door.

"I don't make loans," Jacob had replied.

"Look, I'll come by four days in a row, startin tomorrow, and you can
suck my dick," the kid offered.

"I don't pay for just eating your hole and sucking your peter," Jacob responded.

"But I just gotta have twenty dollars!" David wailed.

"Come in and we'll talk about it," Jacob said, and stood aside so the
kid could enter.

Jacob waited until the kid had plopped himself down upon the couch
then seated himself in one of the stuffed chairs across from it.

"You gonna give me the twenty?" David had asked.

"No, I'm gonna give you thirty," Jacob replied.

"Wow!  Outta sight!"

"Not so fast!  You gotta earn it."

"How?"

"Well, you gotta lick my hairy balls and suck my cock," Jacob replied
calmly, and smiled.

"No way!  I ain't sucking your dick! I'm goin home!" David had
exclaimed, and jumped up from the couch.

"Better yet.  I'll make it forty just this once."  Jacob said,
prompting the kid to stop in his tracks and turn around.

"Forty bucks?"

"Yep!"

"What I gotta do?"

"I told yah.  You gotta lick my hairy balls and suck my cock," Jacob replied.

"How long I gotta suck it?"

"Until I cum in your mouth."

"Ewwwwwwww!  That's awful!" David exclaimed, his whole body cringing
at the prospect.

"It ain't that bad.  I eat lots of fruit," Jacob replied, and smiled.

"Let me spit and I'll do it."

"Nope!  You gotta swallow it all."

"Oh God!  I hate the taste of that stuff!" David whined.

"Oh really?  You've tasted cum before?" Jacob asked.

"Yeah, my cousin's.  Please let me spit!"

"Nope!  For forty bucks you swallow it all."

David left forty bucks richer that morning, albeit with a load of
sperm in his tummy for breakfast, and at least once a month he was
slurping on Jacob's tool to earn the usual thirty.  Naturally, to
Jacob, it was obvious from the beginning that the kid had been sucking
someone off on a regular basis, either that or he was a natural born
cock sucker.  And, of course, Jacob knew that it was only a matter of
time before the kid would give up his bum for even more cash.

Sure enough, it was only a few months later, as Greg Kirk was riding
around on his new bike, that David broached the subject.

"I want a bike like Greg's," David said.

"Really?"

"Yeah!  He told me he did some work for yah to earn the money," David said.

"Uh, yes he has.  You're earning about thirty a month now for sucking
my cock.  That should be enough!  In five or six months you'll have
enough," Jacob replied.

"I want it sooner than that.  What work you want me to do?" David asked.

"Well, I need some help painting the fence around the trailer park.
I'll pay you fifty bucks for helping me with that," Jacob said.

"That's not enough.  Greg told me the bike cost almost three hundred."
David responded.

"How much money you have saved up?"  Jacob asked.

"The last thirty I got from yah," David replied.

"I see," Jacob said.

"Look, how bout I suck you off everyday for a week?" David asked.

"I don't think so.  Once a month is enough," Jacob said.

"Oh, I just gotta have a bike like that!" David wailed.

"Okay, tell you what.  There is a way you can earn the money," Jacob replied.

"How?"

"I'll give fifty bucks every time you let me fuck your butt," Jacob said.

"Fuck my butt!  No way!  You're dick is huge!" David exclaimed, having
sucked the thing and only being able to only get a little over half of
it in his mouth without gagging, not to mention the fact that he had
to open his mouth as wide as he could to get the thing in.

"Don't worry! It'll fit in your bottom.  So, you want to give it a go
for fifty bucks?" Jacob asked.

"No!  I'm going home!  I ain't comin back to suck your dick either!"
David said, and quickly got up off of the couch.

"Suit yourself.  The money's yours if you change your mind," Jacob said.

"I won't!" David said, and opened the door, exited through it, and
slammed it shut behind him.

It was three days later before David showed up at the door again and
he stormed into the trailer when Jacob opened the door.

"Why?  Why you gotta fuck my butt? David whined.

"I don't have to fuck your butt or do anything.  You can still suck my
cock for thirty once a month like you've been doing," Jacob said,
closing the door.

"Did you fuck Greg's butt?  Is that how he got the money?" David
asked, having plopped himself down upon the couch.

"You'll have to ask Greg about that," Jacob replied, as he walked over
toward one of the stuffed chairs.

"I know you did!  You ain't bein fair!"

"I am being fair.  I just told you you could still earn thirty bucks a
month doing what you've been doing," Jacob said, having seated himself
in one of the stuffed chairs across from the couch.

"No you're not!" David exclaimed.

"Look, if you came back to get me to change my mind I'm not.  If you
want the cash for the bike I'll pay you fifty dollars each time I fuck
your butt.  That's the deal," Jacob replied sternly.

"But I don't wanna get my butt fucked!" David wailed, prompting Jacob
to shrug his shoulders.

"I guess it depends on how bad you want the bike," Jacob responded.

"Please, just let me suck yah every day for a week," David said, his
eyes beginning to tear up.

"Look, David, this is getting boring and going no where.  Now, if you
want to start earning the cash for the bike get naked and bend over
that foot stool and lets get the first one over with," Jacob replied,
nodding toward the foot stool that was in front of the other stuffed
chair.

For a moment, the thirteen-year-old sat and looked at Jacob, the first
tear running down his right cheek.  Then, his lower lip began to
tremble as he got up from the couch and started removing his tee
shirt.   Soon, he was naked and leaning over the footstool whimpering
softly as he waited for what was about to happen.  He had slurped on
Jacob's big cock enough to know that it going into his fanny was going
to be totally different than slurping on it and swallowing the man's
huge sperm load.

"Now, look, David.  Guys smaller than you have had my cock up their
butt.  So, your crying is not going to make me change my mind," Jacob
said, as he began to lube up his cock. "I'm not gonna lie to you.
You've only had my fingers up your butt a couple of times.  It's gonna
hurt some.  But, I'm gonna go slowly.  If you don't relax it's gonna
hurt more.  You understand?" David asked, kneeling down behind the
boy.

"yesssssssssss," David whimpered, and craned his head around.  "Oh God
I can't!" David exclaimed, when he saw the gleaming rod, and scrambled
away from the footstool.

"David, come here," Jacob said, re-arranging himself cross-legged upon
the carpeted floor and holding out his arms.

"I'm sorry!  I'm just so scared!" David sobbed, as he crawled into Jacob's lap.

"Look, sweat heart, there's been lots of boys that have had my dick in
their butt.  None of um died from it," Jacob said, rubbing the boy's
head.  "I'm going to go real slow until you get used to it.  I'm not
going to hurt you anymore than I have to," Jacob added.

Eventually, after enough reassurance, David was again draped over the
footstool.  He had just about quit whimpering, that is until the head
of Jacob's cock popped into his bottom.

"Owwwwwwwww---It hurts---Owwwwwwww---Owwwwwwwwww---Owwwww!"
David wailed, and began to cry.

"You got it in you, David.  Just try and relax more." Jacob said,
pushing forward again, prompting another howl from the boy.

Slowly, inch by inch, Jacob's tool began to disappear into David's
bum, to a litany of howls of protest and sobbing from David.  The boy
grabbed hold of the foot stool with his hands and began to bang his
head up and down on the cushion when over half the thing was in him,
then he just whimpered as his ass opened up and Jacob's pubes quickly
rested upon his ass cheeks.

"Now, that wasn't so bad was it?" Jacob asked, after it was all over.

"My hole hurts!" David replied, wiping another tear from his cheek.

"You'll be okay in a few days.  Soak it in the bathtub.  You can come
back when you feel like you're ready to earn the next fifty," Jacob
said, handing the kid the fifty bucks cash.

Needless to say, Jacob was astounded when the kid showed up again the
next afternoon.  This time Jacob took him to the bedroom to fuck his
butt, and the kid was soon wailing at the ceiling, his feet pinned
clear back to his ears, as the huge pole fucked his still sore hole.

Six days is what it had taken the kid to earn the money for the bike,
him taking a break here and there to let his hole feel better.  As for
Jacob, he thought that would be the end of it.  Yet, David turned into
an absolute slut for cash.  In fact, so much so, that Jacob had to put
a limit on how much he could earn in a month, for he was beginning to
drain Jacob's balls and his savings account at a rapid rate.

Yet, the boy still had Jacob's cock up his bottom enough so that he
got all the goodies he had ever wanted, and then some, by the time he
had turned fourteen and the family moved.

To be continued