Date: Sat, 30 Dec 2000 02:14:47 -0700
From: C. F. Earbrass <objectlesson@hotmail.com>
Subject: Party Time 3

The following is Chapter 3 of the story Partytime. More should be coming.


PARTYTIME!
By C.F. Earbrass
ObjectLesson@hotmail.com

This is a fictional story intended for adults only.  All characters that are
said to be underage are to be portrayed by consenting adults of legal age.
Sexual activity with a minor is illegal in most parts of the world. If
reading a story about this sort of behavior offends you or is illegal where
you are, do not read any further.  Also, since this is a work of fiction
intended to arouse the reader, the characters in this story regularly
perform unsafe sex.  Be sensible enough not to imitate their behavior.  Wear
condoms with your sex partners.


CHAPTER 3

     It took me a few moments to realize just what was going on.  The
muscular man standing in front of me fondling his cock through his tight
super hero outfit was not the "real" Lightning but a man hired to play the
role of Lightning for Jimmy Baker's party.  I watched transfixed as
Lightning slowly worked the ample cock that was barely hiding beneath his
glossy red tights.
     "Hiya, Jake," said Peter, smiling like the cat who swallowed the
canary, "I'd like you to meet my new best friend, Billy.  Billy, meet
Jacob."
     "Hi Billy," said Jacob, extending the hand that wasn't groping himself
out in handshake.  I twisted myself around from where I was seated -
straddling Peter's furry "bear" chest - and his gloved hand met mine in a
nice firm grip.
     "Billy's only nine years old," said Peter, "but he can be a fun little
playmate."
     Jacob started removing his gloves.  "Oh yeah, I can see that," he said.
     He then unsnapped his helmet casing, pulled it off, and I was shocked
to see that Jacob a.k.a. Lightning was not a teenager!  On the show, the
Super Special Forces Rangers are usually played by guys in their middle to
late teens; Jacob looked old enough to be my grandfather!  With his thick
white hair and white mustasche, I estimated him to be somewhere between 50
and 75, but whatever his age, he was still very handsome.  As I watched
Jacob lean in to scoop some of my boycum off of Peter's beard and into his
own mouth, I looked closely at his costume and started to wonder if the
muscles he was showing off were merely fake ones sewn into the fabric, like
the rubber muscles that were sculpted into Batman's costume.
     Jacob licked his fingers clean, then leaned in to scoop up some more.
"Goddamn, that is some tasty, tasty jism for a nine-year old" he growled.
     "Yeah, well consider yourself priveleged," said Peter, trying to suck
the excess cream out of his own whiskers, "That tasty jism is Billy's very
first cumload."
     "Well," Jacob said, in a rich, regal voice, "it is an honor to be one
of the first men to ingest your very first load of baby batter."  He
chuckled a little bit as he gave me a long, deep kiss.  I swear I could
taste my sperm on his tongue.  As his tongue roamed around my mouth, my hand
went up to his chest to test if my costume theory was true.  My fingers
explored his right pectoral, and the muscle mass I was grabbing there
certainly seemed fleshy enough, but Jacob soon broke the kiss to stand
upright.
     "You'd better get yer ass back out there, Pete, before Esteban get
swamped under a pile of kids," said Jacob.
     "Yeah, right!" Peter scoffed, "Like he wouldn't adore letting that
happen!"  Both of them laughed at that comment as Peter picked my nude body
up off of his belly and set me down on the couch so that he could stand up
and get his overalls rehooked.
     "Yes, but I don't think any of those children would be willing to have
as much fun with us as Billy-Boy is having."  Jacob sat down next to me and
gave my cock a little squeeze.
     Peter reached into one of the kitchen cabinets to pull out a couple of
paper napkins so that he could mop any of my extra jism off of his face.
After a few quick dabs, Pete turned around to face us.
     "Did I get it all," he asked.
     "Most of it," said Jacob, smiling.
     Peter took half-a-beat and muttered, "Fuck it, let the little brats
wonder."  Jake started laughing as Peter headed back out.
     Once we were alone, Jake leaned in, whispering, "C'mere, Billy-Boy, and
gimme a little more of that sugar."  His lips met mine, and he proceeded to
conquer me thoroughly with his lips and tongue alone.  He got me hotter than
a pistol and my cock hard enough to cut diamonds!  He abruptly broke the
kiss to grunt, "Let's head back to the bedroom!"
     I couldn't run back there fast enough.  I leapt onto the double bed
with Jake following close behind.  He stood at the foot of the bed and
turned around.  "Unzip me, baby," he said.  On the back of his costume at
the top of the neck was a little tab that I grabbed and eased down to his
waist. He pulled off the red lycra top and turned back around.  To my shock
and delight, I discovered that all of those muscles were not part of the
costume; it was all one-hundred percent Jake!  He was built like a
lumberjack -- muscles for days and furry all over!  Thick white fur covered
his massive chest, and I immediately wanted to run my fingers through it.
It actually looked thicker, furrier, and more luscious than Pete's bear
costume!
     Pete smiled at me as he hooked his thumbs under the waistband of those
ever-so-tight pants and eased them down over his daddycock.  It was an
incredible sight to behold!  Jake's fuckstick was eight-and-a-half inches
long and quite thick.  All I could do was stare as he stroked that monster.
     "So," he said, "you're really only nine years old?"
     "Uh-huh," I mumbled, completely captivated watching Jake manipulate his
throbbing gristle.  I managed to shift my gaze up into his eyes and ask,
"And how old are you?"
     "I'm 54," he said.  "I'll be 55 next month."
     "Wow.  That means that you're..."  I quickly did the math in my head.
"...you're six times older than me!  You're almost as old as my grampa!"
     His lips pursed, and his eyes narrowed.  "Yes, that's exactly what it
means, Billy," said Jake.  "You're a very clever little boy."  I smiled, not
realizing that I'd taken a pot shot at his ego.
     "So," he said, "did you enjoy your first blowjob, Billy?"
     "My first what?"
     Jake smiled.  "That's what Pete gave you when he took that cock of
yours into his mouth -- a blowjob.  How did you like it?"
     "It was fantastic," I beamed.
     "Have you ever given anyone a blowjob, Billy?"
     "No, sir, never."
     "Well, I would love to have my cock be the first one you ever suck.
Willing to give it a try?"
     I looked back down at Jacob's erection and didn't hesitate in my
answer.  "Sure," I said, "I think I can do that."
     "Excellent," said Jake.  He crawled up onto the mattress and laid down
on his back.  I snuggled up next to him and prepared myself to dive down on
his babymaker.  Jake stopped me just in time to give me a few instructions
first.  "Open your mouth as wide as possible," he said, "and take the head
into your mouth slowly.  Then, gently close your lips and tongue around it
and don't let any teeth come in contact with it.  Once you've got it in
there, slowly bob your head back and forth.  Think you can handle that,
Billy-Boy?"  I nodded.  "Good," he said, "get to work."
     I took a deep breath and prepared myself to do it right for him.  Jake
started talking me through it as I followed his instructions.  I slowly
placed my wide-open mouth over the head of Jacob's cock and gently closed my
lips and tongue around it, all the while making sure not to let any of my
teeth come in contact with his fleshy daddymeat.  As soon as Jake's cockhead
filled my mouth, I slowly started to bob my head back and forth about an
inch or so.
     "Oooooohh!! That's wonderful, Billy," he whispered, "Do you think you
can take my cock deeper into your mouth?"
     I took my lips off of his monster meat so I could look back into his
eyes.  I flashed him a devilish grin before I shifted positions and go back
to work on his cock.  He had no idea what he was in for!
     I had always said to my parents that I was going to join the circus as
a sword swallower.  I discovered one day at an early age that I could take
an entire hot dog frank down my throat without gagging.  I used to show this
talent off for my family sometimes at dinner, even with one of those long,
thick kielbasa sausages.  My dad found it amusing; my sister thought it was
gross, but my mother would always say quite bitterly, "Well, it's no wonder
you're so overweight if you choose to eat like that!"  After she lobbed
those comments at me one too many times, I stopped showing off my special
talent at the dinner table and just did it to impress myself.
     I was about to show Jacob just how handy this talent could be!
     I adjusted my body slightly and opened my mouth as wide as possible and
started to swallow his cock letting the back of my tongue guide it directly
down my throat.  As my throat muscles started to relax and open up to his
ramrod, I found Jacob's comments quite amusing as I went further and further
down on him:
     "Ooh!  Oh!  OK, hold on now, Bi--.  Now, Billy, don't choke yourse--!
Billy, what're y--!  Oh!   OH!!  AAAAAUUUGGGHH!!!!!"
     He took a couple of quick short breaths and sat up a little to see if
what he thought was happenning was really happening.  He saw a chubby little
boy's face deeply impaled on his daddymeat.  He was filling my throat all
the way down to his balls, and somehow I was still able to breathe - through
my nose, of course.  I slowly started to rock my body back and forth so I
could get used to the feel of him inside of me.  "Oh my fucking god!" he
groaned as his shoulders and head collapsed back down onto the mattress.  I
was able to keep this motion up for a few more minutes and listening to
Jacob's moans and howls really tickled me.
     "Whoa! Jeezus! Back off, Billy! Back up off my cock fer a second! I
wanna ask you somethin'."  I dislodged myself from his grandpacock and
waited patiently as he took a moment to catch his breath.  "Now," he panted,
"lemme make sure I understand this.  You've never sucked a cock before?
Ever?"  I shook my head "no".  "Jesus, kid, you chow down on dickmeat
better'n a Thai whore," he sputtered.  I had no idea what the hell he was
talking about, but I thanked him anyway.
     "Get on yer back, Billy-Boy. I wanna try something."  He had me lie
down in the center of the bed with my head hanging over the edge.  He stood
up and positioned his legs on either side of my head.  His massive cock
towered above my face, and his furry balls lightly swiped across my face.
He knelt down and aimed the head of his fat daddymeat towards my lips. "D'ya
think you can take me like this, Billy-Boy," he asked.
     "Yeah, I think I can."  As I spoke, my lips lightly brushed against the
tip of his dick.
     "Good," he said. He grabbed my hands and placed them against the sides
of his legs, saying, "Now if you have any trouble, just slap my thighs a few
times and I'll pull out, OK?"
     "OK," I said.  I opened my mouth wide again, and Jacob slowly slid
himself into me.  Just before he did this, he said, "Now I'm gonna find out
what it's like to truly face-fuck a little boy!"  He let out a very loud
groan as he travelled down my throat.  I could feel every bulge and contour
of his huge erection as it slowly slipped down my esophagus.  After a few
seconds, his pubic hair came in contact with my chin, and his hefty ballsack
rested comfortably against my nose and eyes.  "Aw, fuck," he grunted as he
started to slowly buck his hips back and forth.  My hands slowly found their
way towards Jacob's sweet, furry asscheeks.  His huge hand slowly slid down
my body and gently grasped my expanding cock.  His pelvis swayed in and out,
and out of Jacob's mouth spewed forth a filthy monologue that still rings in
my ears to this day whenever I get face-fucked:
     "Aw, you sweet little boyfaggot.  You cockhungry little queer!  Does
yer daddy know that yer out here getting pussyface pummeled by mancock?  I
wish I was yer daddy.  I wish yer little boy body coulda shot outta my dick.
  I woulda been fucking you from the day you were born!  If your mother
wouldn't give me any pussy, I'd crawl into your bedroom and give you all the
cumloads you could drink!  Yeah, you'd like that, wouldn'cha, you little
faggot!  To be drenched in your father's cumloads!  I'd be fucking you every
single day and every other night!  I'd sneak into yer little boy bedroom
late at night and chew on yer toes while you snored away.  I'd chomp down on
those little digits and let you know that daddy was ready to fuck your
face!!"
     As he said this, he pulled my right leg up and sniffed my toes. "Yeah,
those are the ones," he said.  He licked my toes and mauled my feet with his
teeth, lips and tongue.  All of these new sensations were driving me out of
my fucking mind!!  Jake's fuckspeed began to increase as he managed to get
more than half of my boyfoot into his mouth.  He then bit down on my foot
for a quick second before opening his mouth just enough to announce, "Aw,
Christ, I ain't gonna last much longerrrr!!!!"  His cock seemed to suddenly
DOUBLE in girth, and it was starting to block my flow of air!  I frantically
slapped Jacob's thighs, but he had passed the point of no return.  Jake
started to yell like a man being torn from limb to limb!  His entire body
started to tremble and sieze, and I could feel Jacob's cum pulsating through
his cockshaft, shooting directly into my stomach!  All the while I kept
hitting his legs trying to get him to be merciful enough to let me get some
oxygen, when finally he relented.  His scream died down to a series of
grunts as he backed out of me, shooting jism all the while.  He popped a few
more shots of cream onto my face and chest as I did my best to gasp for air.
     "OH, BILLY!!  OH MY FUCKING GOD," he growled like a lion, all the while
keeping a tight death grip on his pulsing, dripping cock.  We both kept
panting for air in time with each other: in, out, in, out, in, out,...  I
watched Jacob's face as it started to relax from its tight grimace.  He
slumped back down onto the bed and leaned into my cum-slicked face.
     "Billy-Boy," he panted, "you are a miracle!  You are a fucking
godsend!!  The Lord Jesus must've sent you down from heaven so that you
could swallow as much cum as possible from old fagfuckers like me!  I bet
God himself shot a huge load down your throat as a blessing before you came
down to Earth!!"  (Is that the best or what?  I do miss Jacob terribly
sometimes. I made it a point from that moment on to memorize every single
compliment he paid me.)
     Jacob kissed me hard and then broke it so he could start licking his
jism off of my face, neck and chest.  As his tongue travelled around my
young tits, I heard the door open again.  I fully expected Peter to be
standing there again, but he wasn't.  Instead, I saw a goateed gentleman
dressed in a tux, top hat and tails!  I was in absolutely no shape to
register shock or surprise.   Quite nonchalantly, I began to think, "Oh,
this must be Esteban, the magician that the Bakers hired for Jimmy's party."
  That alone was quite a change of thought from my previous surprise guest!!
     Esteban spoke in a rich Spanish accent, "Holy shit!  I guess Peter
wasn't lying to me!  But I guess I should have known that you were fucking a
young boy, Peter, from all of that screaming I heard you doing as I was
walking back here!"