Date: Sun, 31 Jul 2016 04:42:05 -0400
From: Robbie Robot <lostinspace1966@protonmail.com>
Subject: Taking It Deeply Part Four

Taking It Deep Part Four
© Van T Z Boi 2016

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End of Part Three

        "Fuck me," I say in my small voice as I stare across the open
meadow to see a group of boys appear clutching what looks like a baseball
bats, they are about to play their game and I am about to play mine.

   I place my hands under my thighs and hold open my boy cunt, it gleams in
the sun, almost winking at Mr Ray. Naked and pulsingly erect he groans and
sinks to his knees.



   PART FOUR



   I smile and show the tip of my sweet little tongue, I lick my top lip
and move my soft hands to his steel hard cock; it is pulsing and throbbing,
and it is wet with his liquids. ¨Oh your willie feels so hard,¨ I
still use the small boy voice, playing to his fantasy, ¨is it safe to
fuck me here where everyone can see?¨ I rub my right hand up and down
his fleshy shaft whilst I squeeze his hairy balls with the other. He moans
softly at my touch and looks down at me. My open naked young body, exposed
on the grass, every part lit up by the bright sunlight above, I am his and
every boylovers true fantasy, a willing wanton boy who likes nothing better
than to be fucked and fucked in the open for all to see.  Mr Ray grunts and
licks his lips; it reminds me of a snakes two forked tongue as it flickers
across his thin lips. He is living it now, living his fantasy where he is
the MAN and I am the boy; a sex slave or a boytoy to be played and fucked
with at will. He will take his pleasure and make me give him that pleasure;
my life is his to command, to dispense with, to end if he so wishes in his
erotic wishdreams. He sucks in his breath as his heart beats that much
faster as he senses that he is about to fulfil one of those wishdreams, the
ones that engage him night after night after searching for those particular
pictures or video shots that fuel his nightly handrubbed fantasy's. I sense
his innate cruel streak but he is not the first would be dominator I have
dealt with. I intend to let him have his moment in the sun but I know the
cost he will pay and it won't just be the money my daddy will extract from
his wallet.

   I lean in and force open his legs, reaching under his balls for his
manhole. My face is buried under his balls and his cock as I seek his
centre. His legs open wide, wider and I reach in under him and rasp my
tongue over the wrinkly skin that opens up to reveal the entrance to his
manpussy. My tongue darts in, flickers and fucks the tight hole, scraping
the sensitive skin with my tongue and adding a finger which I lick
carefully, lubricating as it slides inside the hot hole. He actually moves
and fucks himself gently on my probing finger and flickering tongue. I
press home and add another finger; he is oblivious to what I am doing, so
intent and focussed on watching the distant boys as he rides my two, then
three fingers; his manpussy instinctively opens up for me, allowing more
and more ingress. Carefully I look up, his eyes are absorbed on the
baseball boys, Mr Ray is kneeling proud, his manbody and his rampant cock
on full display, his legs wide apart and an intensive leer on his face; and
I am fucking his manpussy with my four fingers. He grunts and lowers deeper
on my fingers, slowly I add my thumb, forming my hand into a proper
manfucking fist. I spit quietly onto my hand and with an agonised grunting
moan my fist slides up inside Mr Ray's man pussy. I honestly had not
expected this, Mr Ray had not shown he was the type of boyfucker that would
accept being fucked by a boy but now I am aware I know what to do. I work
my fisting hand in and out of the heated mantunnel as Mr Ray accepts my
deepening probing. I find the nub, the special spot and rub it with my
knuckles as I fist him. I feel his heat increase and his guttural cries as
he rides my hand which is now four inches beyond my wrist. I knuckle his
nub again and feel his response and then he grunts and reaches down and
tugs at my hand. I catch his eye, he glares at me, this is not what he
planned at all and he is angered that I have found out one of his secrets,
one which I will relate to daddy who is always on the lookout for
boyfuckers who like being fucked by little boys; they pay so well for the
pleasure.  I now have to regain his interest, divert his anger get back to
his open air fantasy, revitalise the dreamwish that we are playing out. I
appeal to his boyfucker ego. ¨Oh how hot your hole was, so exciting,¨
I mewl and return my mouth and hands to his cock and balls with slight
passes over his heated manpussy. ¨Your cock is so biiigg,¨ I appeal
to his fantasy again, ¨How good it will feel when it is inside my boy
pussy,¨ I tell him and he relaxes as his cock again strains and spews
its lubing liquid.

   In the distance we can hear the cries of the young boys down in the
meadow as they set up their game; the usual arguments as to who is on what
team and who is going to bat first echo around and above us; two naked
bodies under the sun on the grassy mound, exposed for all to see if they
would just, if they could look this way. Mr Ray trembles with both lust and
fright; what we did in the wood was illegal but private, safe, secure,
here, now in the public gaze it is just as illegal but so much more
satisfying as he can impress other boys that he is THE MAN, he is THE ONE,
he is the predator the boys playing in the meadow have been warned about
and he is going the fuck a naked boy and take his pleasure, at least that's
what he thinks. I watch him rise a little on his knees as he feels he has
regained mastery of the situation and look down at the group of boys who
are oblivious of our presence and his lust. He actually drools at the mouth
for one moment and the intense look in his eyes is marked by the straining
of his pulsing dick which also drools with his clear pre-cum. His liquid
glistens in the bright sunlight.

   I move my position; now I am lying on my back with my head facing
downwards towards the meadow, Mr Ray turns on his knees following me
round. His eyes as ever focus on the boys in the distance, not on my naked
willing body and so available boy pussy. I see the yearning look in his
eyes, he's willing the unavailable boys to turn around, to see, to perhaps
shout and point a finger and, I can see it in his eyes, they could come and
watch and then take their turn on the end of his cock; after all it's the
best boy fucking cock in the world, isn't it. I can almost feel his belief
in the pulsing of his straining boyfucker. I place the glittering tip at my
pussy lips, the wet, warm welcoming touch of my heated entrance makes him
look down at me; his eyes flash with dissolute lust and then I ease the
slimy tip inside. His deep agonising groan as he instinctively sinks the
rest of his arrogant cock inside me is loud; louder than he intended and he
stiffens, frightened for a rare moment; scared that he has been heard. Mr
Ray looks up now fearfully at the scurrying boys; still far enough away,
still intent on their game; a click of a ball hitting a bat sounds above
our heads, normal life continues around us, unaware of the naked fantasy
taking place on the grassy mound above the meadow. I can see into his
fantasy and know that although he has wanted, lusted, dreamed about doing
this, not one of the boys he has ever fucked has let him do it to them in
public, in the open; he is about to get his deepest wish but I know the
difference between a willing boy and a fantasy and how easily real life can
intrude in ways the dreamer doesn't expect

   I squeeze the rock hard cock in my pussy, Mr Ray grunts and pure lust
takes over as he starts to pump inside my boy tunnel. He fucks me hard, so
hard and quick, his piston like manrod motoring inside my chamber but his
eyes are always on the boys in the distance. I can see it in his mind as he
pumps me, `Turn around, why don't they turn around, why are they not
watching me?.' He is frantic as he thrusts wildly and yet his mind is all
at sea; lost in his lust, lost in his fantasy which is now soured by the
fact the boys are more intent on their game than him fucking away at a
naked boy. `How can I impress them with my big cock if they don't see,' his
brain is hammering the point relentlessly as I squeeze him constantly, my
pussy muscles working hard, matching his fevered thrusts. My own wants are
not sexual; my intent is all too clear in my mind to bother about my sexual
wants. My daddy has trained me well.

   I work his cock and caress his chest, tugging at his nipples, my little
boy lust voice whispers sexily, ¨Oh your willie feels so good inside
me. Those boys will be so jealous of me taking your big willie in my little
boy hole,¨ I purr, sending the sensation within me, caressing his cock
with little waves of pulsing pleasure. His eyes blaze is frustration as he
fucks me hard, a deep hard rut but the boys play on in the meadow, ignoring
his frantic conquest of a fellow boy. ¨Can they see us, are they rushing
over to watch you fuck me?¨ I wheedle my voice at him, tearing into the
fabric of his fantasy, ¨Oh they will so want to have you fuck them as
well, one after the other, here on the grass lying where I am.¨ A shout
is heard followed by the whack of bat on ball and more cries of
encouragement and jeers but there is nothing directed at Mr
Ray. `Look. Look can you not see,' his eyes blaze again as he mentally
implores the group of players to drop everything and come and watch the
best boyfucker in the world do it in public. I twist his nipple with my
left hand, he is distracted and looks down at me, I stick my thumb in my
mouth and suck on it. ¨Oh you fuck so good,¨ I lisp through my thumb
filled mouth and I cross my legs over his bum and squeeze him. ¨Ohhh I'm
coming,¨ I moan and writhe my body as I contract my pussy, grasping his
dick tightly with my dark boy tunnel.

   ¨Ggggrrh, gnngh, Ohh fuck,¨ he grunts and it is over, his cock
spurts, three, four heavy fantasy filled bullets of sperm, the rest just
dribbles of his manseed, pooling weakly into my milking pussy and his head
sinks down on and rests on the ground over my left shoulder; again he is
looking at boys in the meadow. He has done it, he has fucked a boy in
public and no one knows. A cry goes up from the players, ¨Your out!¨
resounds into the sunlit air and so is Mr Ray.

   Mr Jerry approaches, it is still very dangerous for me, for us; he is
taking careful aim with the camcorder, attempting to get shots of both of
us with the playing boys in the background, these scenes will be worth more
money to be extracted from Mr Ray's deep purse.

   ¨Come on now,¨ he urges and a spent and slightly depressed Mr Ray
slides out of my pussy, his boyfucking cock now a limp dangling
worm. Unmanned he crawls towards the bushes, Mr Jerry films this unnoticed
by Mr Ray but I know this will be used by my daddy to keep Mr Ray in
order. I stand up; Mr Jerry films me, standing proud and naked on the mount
with the boys in the background. Still involved in their game not one spots
me standing there pink and shiny with sperm in the sunlight. I follow Mr
Ray into the bushes and Mr Jerry follows me after taking more shots of the
boys, he can splice them into the film for better effect.  Mr Ray is lying
under the bushes with Mr Ray and Mr Alan watching, they are jealous and yet
unsure of what they observed. As they have not experienced what Mr Ray has
they do not understand the failure of his fantasy, they would have been
ecstatic if they had done what he has just accomplished, they watch as he
lays there, his cock listless between his legs, a slight strand of semen
glistening in the patchy sunlight and a sense of depression gathering
around him. Now I play my ace in the game and beckon Mr Jerry to my side.

   ¨You're sure?¨ he asks and I am insistent. He calls the others
over, ¨the boy says it's not fair for the other two not to fuck him in
public as well.¨ I can see the shock and the resultant lust on their two
faces and I see the anger in Mr Ray's; he knows he's going to miss out on
the private fuck he has turned down; the disappointment of his public fuck
fantasy is also hitting him hard now as he realises just how much his fuck
filled fantasy failed in reality. Gone now is the heroic boyfucker, instead
he sees Mr Ray the unknown public boyfucker and it hurts his ego badly. I
can see the rage in him and the frustration and I smile to myself but I am
not finished with his humiliation just yet.

   Mr Rick trembles, he's not sure, he's very much scared so I take him by
the hand and lead him to the side of the grassy mount; here there is some
leafy and shadowy cover from the bushes and trees and from the public gaze,
were are not so open hers and now I see that he sees the possibilities.

   I make him lie on his back; if he turns his head he can watch the meadow
boys at their game and he looks up at me, terror and wonder are looking
back at me from his eyes. He is in totally unknown territory here and it
scares the hell out of him just as much as it excites him. I kneel down
between his open legs; his flaccid cock almost leaps into an erection as I
give it the barest of sucks.

   ¨Ohh God,¨ he mutters and I don't know if it's a prayer or an
apology to his master. Gently I mount him, he looks at me with his cow
eyes; he hadn't expected this at all and his eyes flash and flicker and
then they flit from the nearby boys to my cocklet where he can see his own
dick as I rise up and down and I notice him work to flatten that paunch so
he can enjoy a better view of his cock sliding inside me and the look on my
face as that mushroom head works its magic on my boy canal. I can see the
puzzled wonder and delights and terror in his face as I ride him. My body
rises and falls, my cocklet bounces on his paunch as I show him how a boy
can mount a man. Mr Jerry is there; closer now, lying on the side of mound,
hidden by the long grass from the meadow and he films in close up. He
points the lens down over Mr Rick's paunch to capture the action as the
thin cock invades me, I pull up, expose the large plum red cockhead, more
tomato shaped now and then plunge back down in one swift cock squeezing
movement. Mr Rick gasps as the wonderful delights wash over his body, I am
taking him beyond any fantasy he has ever had as he lays there helpless in
my grasp. I could have taken Mr Ray to this spot and done this and more
with him as well if not even hotter and better, but I knew what I was
doing. He may think he is THE MAN but I AM THE BOY and I call the shots in
this game. I know he is watching from the bushes, he will not be on the
lookout as the others would be. He was probably seething with envy.

   Mr Rick grunts as his mushroom head flares inside me, its thick shape
now hitting the spot I need rubbing. Carefully I rotate my body so his
funny shaped cock can really rub me to heaven. I put a hand behind me and
reach back and cares his ballsac, the lumps of spermy gristle twitch in my
hand and Mr Rick moans loudly. The thwack of a ball being hit cuts across
and then there is the thump as the ball lands close. Shouts and cries are
heard and then comes the sound of pounding feet. One of the boys is coming
to get the ball. Mr Jerry is quick to move to get the shot that will pay
and he flashes me a look. I put my hand on Mr Rick's head and turn it so he
can see the boy running towards us. A look of panic shoots across his face
and I put my hand across his mouth and shush him. The boy runs forward, he
is intent on the ball which lies in the grass at the bottom of the mound. I
use my pussy to manipulate Mr Rick's cock, the look on his face as he feels
that special pleasure mount coupled with the danger of the running boy
heightens his sexual desire and passion. The boy, head down, pants as he
comes close, if he looks up, he would see our naked enjoined bodies,
whether he would understand what we were doing is another matter but I am
sure Mr Rick does not think about that. The boy reaches the ball, he bends
down picks it up turns and throws it high towards his friends and follows
down after it. As he stands there his arm pitching the ball I have twisted
and rotated my hips and my pussy and I feel Mr Rick's cry through my
fingers cupped across his mouth as his cock jets its sperm inside me. The
five jets he gives me are the strongest that have ever exploded from his
slim cock and he manages to thrust up off the grass, pushing hard inside my
boy tunnel.

   ¨Ohhh Gooddd,¨ he mutters through my fingers as he sinks down into
the grass, his eyes on the backside of the boy running back to the game in
the meadow.

   ¨We could do this in the cemetery amongst the gravestones,¨ I
whisper and his eyes widen, ¨Or in the choir loft,¨ I suggest
¨even in their changing room,¨ he gulps and I feel his cock twitch,
another spasm of sperm pushing into me, ¨I could wear just a robe with
nothing underneath it,¨ I can see the pictures flittering across his
eyes and he whimper as I play with his particular fantasy. His face screws
up and his mouth falls open and he sobs gently as the images flow on and
on, the boys in his vision only adding fuel to the fire.

   Mr Jerry leans close to get shots of Mr Rick's wasted face and he
whispers to me, ¨Got all that, well done lad, your daddy will be proud
of you.¨ I glow with pride there is nothing better than daddy's praise
apart off course from his big cock for me. Slowly I sit up on my knees so
Mr Rick's cock can slide out of my pussy; the mushroomy head is very, very
pink now and there are the globules of sperm that coat the shiny skin. Mr
Rick is still heaving from the exertion and his paunch now wobbles as he
pants, just like the boy did. He too finds it easier to crawl into the
bushes where Mr Ray and Mr Alan have been watching. Mr Ray's cock is
especially hard and throbbing and I am sure he has a green tint of envy on
his face as he glares at Mr Rick who had come within a whisker of being
seen fucking me. Mr Alan is also very hard and he is trembling both with
lust and fear. I think the nearness of the boy has affected him and he is
in two minds about what happened and what is going to happen.

   ¨Perhaps its' too dangerous now,¨ Mr Ray suggests hoping to
convince Mr Alan to reject the opportunity to fuck me in public. His own
fantasy was spoiled even more by what had happened to Mr Rick and he wants
some sort of revenge.

   ¨I don't know,¨ Mr Alan is dithering but as I said I AM THE BOY
and I roll the dice.

   ¨Davey wants daddy's cock now,¨ I sidle up to Mr Alan, take his
cock in my hand and bleat at him, fluttering my eyelashes. ¨Its soo nice
in the sun on the high grass,¨ I wheedle, ¨Davey needs it,¨ I
whisper and tug his hand.

   ¨Davey,¨ Mr Alan's eyes glazed and he followed me to the same
place I had fucked Mr Rick, it was relatively safe and gave him a sense of
security. I tugged his hand and he lay down on the grass, his eyes intent
on mine, the boys at their game were no distraction for him. The sound of
their playing, the cries, the yells, the sounds of bat and ball had no draw
for him. Mr Alan wanted his Davey and I was happy to give him his Davey in
the shape of my boypussy. He pulled me down on him and we kissed, simple
butterfly kisses at first, then the heavier tongue in mouth sensual
stuff. I could feel his sexual heat, it matched mine as Mr Ray and Mr Rick
had not brought me anywhere close to satisfaction. My hand was busy with
his manrod as we kissed, it pulsed and throbbed as he lay entwined and I
was enjoying being loved by a man who wanted just to love his boy, his
Davey and of course the sex that went with that. Mr Jerry was there with
his camcorder and I made sure that he got the shots of the boys in the
background as we kissed and I rubbed Mr Alan's hard dick. I slid down his
body now to suck on his cock, getting it good and wet ready to slide inside
me. As I was about to mount him just as I had done with Mr Rick, Mr Nate
appeared and whispered carefully.

   ¨Boy on a skateboard coming,¨ Mr Nate hissed, ¨just around the
bend, will be here any moment.¨

   ¨How old?¨ Mr Jerry asked from behind the camcorder.

   ¨About the boys age,¨ Mr Nate suggested.  Mr Jerry looked at me
and I nodded.

   ¨Wh, wh, what?¨ squeaked Mr Alan, I felt his cock shrinking.

   ¨Just lie there,¨ instructed Mr Jerry, ¨let the boy do his
thing.¨

   I could feel Mr Alan shaking, his fear also showing in his eyes which
widened and flickered from side to side. I slid back up his naked body,
plump and saggy as it was, I caressed his full breasts with my hands,
squeezing them and palpitating them and I spoke quietly looking at
him. ¨Davey needs his daddy to be good now, wants his big cock to do
everything to him,¨ his eyes held my gaze and his trembling eased,
¨that's it poppa,¨ I smiled as I bent down and kissed him, flicking
my tongue into his panicked open mouth, licking around the inside of his
mouth, one hand rubbing his right nub, the other back to stroking his cock,
which hardened again and pulsed. ¨Ok poppa, Davey gonna love your big
cock now,¨ Mr Alan nodded. Down I slid over his sagginess, over his
greying course hairs to the scrawny snow forest around his stiff upright
dick. I kept his eyes focussed on me as I moved down, licking my lips they
way I know men like. His fear trembling stopped and was replaced with
anticipatory shivers. I took his cock in my mouth; licking over the head as
I welcomed it into my mouth, making my lips tight so they rubbed his
sensitive head and the ridge as his cock slipped into my maw. As the head
entered my hot funnel, his eyes closed and he moaned softly, a deep
satisfying moan. I glanced to the right, I heard the sound of the
skateboard on the asphalt path and on my upstroke twisted my mouth around
Mr Alan's cock, again making him gasp and allowing me a clearer view of the
skateboarder.

   Mr Nate was right he did look about my age, no helmet on his brown hair,
no knee or elbow pads, a rebel maybe although he was moving real slow. I
lifted my head up and sank back down on Mr Alan's prong, making a lip
smacking sucking noise. The brown haired head moved in the direction of the
noise. I bobbed up and down, Mr Alan lost in Davey's delights, moaned good
and the noise of the skateboard's wheels stopped. I looked up at the face
that was watching me, curiosity beamed in the green brown eyes and behind
that the worrying concern that I expected to see. `Hi,' I mouthed and
sucked deep on Mr Alan, he twitched and with my hand I beckoned the boy
over silently.

   A long moment followed, the boy was weighting up his options. I had no
knowledge of his experience, but was sure it was not as comprehensive as
mine. ¨Boys are inquisitive,¨ daddy would say, ¨they are easily
tempted and when they find they liked being tickled, touched, rubbed,
sucked then,¨ and he would make an `o' with a thumb and forefinger and
slide the forefinger from his other hand through the `o' and we would
giggle.

   The boy stepped of his skateboard and tipping it into his hand with
practiced ease, approached. He stood about a foot away and watched as I
sucked Mr Alan's cock, rubbing the shiny shaft and plumping the large low
hanging balls. I took a another look at him, worn blue t-shirt, dark blue
crumpled shorts, socks that were grey white with age and worn out trainers,
the laces didn't match and I doubted that was a fashion statement. The boy
moved closer but looked right and left first, checking the scene. He
scrunched down on his heels and leaned closer, watching the action of my
mouth and my hands on the fleshy pole that belonged to Mr Alan.

   ¨Watcha doin?¨ his whispered voice had no trace of testosterone in
it, like me his balls were a long way from producing what I was trying to
get out of Mr Alan's, but he was curious.

   ¨Sucking cock,¨ I told him as I lifted my mouth of Mr Alan's
glistening rod and rubbed it gently with my young boy fingers, teasing my
finger around the edge of the helmet, Mr Alan writhed, moving, rotating his
hips and groaning again. I looked the boy right in his green, brown flecked
eyes, which widened as much as his mouth did as his brain heard my words.

   ¨Fuuuuuuucccckkkk,¨ he whistle whispered and rocked a little on
his heels. He did not run, he did not scream, his brain I knew was working
the situation, evaluating what he was seeing, what he was hearing. This was
no old man molesting a kid; this was a kid, a kid around his own age
sucking on a man's cock, alright an old man, but it was a man's cock and it
stood up proud, drooling in the sun. I leaned back down and sucked Mr
Alan's cock down, deep into the root, my lips buried in the grey coarse
hairs. ¨Why?¨ he whispered, no scream or shout of `Stranger Danger.'

   ¨I like sucking cock,¨ I told him and licked Mr Alan's cock like a
popsicle. He could not take his eyes of the pink prong and my tongue,
licking the heart shaped head and slicking across the slit.

   ¨Fuuuuucccckkk,¨ he whispered again, this time bending closer, he
looked around, again checking the scene. Behind us the game in the meadow
continued, the baseball boys' shouts and jeers passing over our heads in
the sun. ¨Does it really feel good?¨ he asked.

   I sucked Mr Alan's cock; he was as good as gold, mewling like a kitten,
his eyes now a slit as he watched two boys, one naked, one clothed but yes
TWO BOYS looking and loving his big man rod. ¨He likes it,¨ I
replied, stroking the skin up and down, covering and uncovering the pre-cum
slicked head, Mr Alan, twitching and groaning with each touch. ¨You
wanna know what its' like?¨ I smiled my `I'm a little boy and your a
little boy,' smile.

   ¨I dunno,¨ he said shaking his head slowly and looking around
again, making sure he was safe, his exits clear.

   I reached out with both my hands slowly and started to undo his shorts,
the button flap, then the zip, easing it down, the whizzy sound of the
plastic rasping in the air. He bit his lip, and his eyes flickered
wildly. I opened his fly, the flaps bending sideways due to the pressure of
the way he was sat on his heels. In my mind I am also aware that Mr Ray
will be watching, watching and fuming, this must be one of his favourite
dreams, a strange boy, made available and seduced in public. He must be
green with envy and red with rage that it is his fault this has happened,
if he had not been selfish and demanded a public scene then this would not
have happened to Mr Alan and his fantasy dreams would have been safe; how
it must irk him to his heart that he is responsible for other men to
achieve what he could not. I reach inside the open fly and pull up the
t-shirt, the boy, nervous takes the hem in his hand and holds it up
exposing his flat tummy and the dark space below. He wore minions briefs,
the large wide printed eyes looked at me from the obvious bulge between
them. He swallowed nervously and again looked around. I put my finger in
the waistband, there was no flyhole in these cheap briefs and tugged
carefully downwards. Mr Alan groaned as he watched and the boy twitched.
Using my other hand I reached inside the shadowy opening for the reason for
the bulge. I looked the boy in the eyes as my fingers gently made
contact. He shivered.



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