Date: Thu, 4 Oct 2007 13:17:19 -0700 (PDT)
From: tag michaels <tag_m@yahoo.com>
Subject: Two For One Special

No truth to this what so ever. It's only a story just enjoy it, unless
you shouldn't be reading it but if you choose to read it, N-joi
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Tag

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I woke in the middle of the night to insistent pressure against my naked
butt, more specifically; pressure to get inside my naked butt hole.
Another, much more slender butt was pushed back against my half hard cock
although that butt was just resting there, no pressure. My arm was draped
over the side of the thirteen year old body that owned that delicious
little ass and I quickly remember where I was and why. I looked back over
my shoulder and whispered,

"Are you trying to fuck me Coot?" A slightly high pitched voice behind my
back uttered an "U-huh. Is it okay Leon?" Getting fucked by a cute little
thirteen year old boy was always okay in my book. I lifted my upper leg
and moved my waist backward to give him position. Having only five hard
inches to work with the angle had to be just right for the kid.

The boy was a little horn dog. He and his little buddy Davis had been
with me for the entire weekend and a good part of the time was spent
naked and sexy in my four room bungalow.

I felt the pressure against my puckered muscle then the pleasure of it
being stretched as Coot pushed his rock hard young dick inside of me
until his sparse little pubic nest was against my butt.

"Is that little fucker at it again?" an equally high pitched voice said
in front of me. I rubbed the boy's flat belly then let my hand move down
to his fully hardened young cock and squeezed it.

"Yeah," I said back in a soft voice.

"What do you want me to do?" the boy asked and I told him it was his
option; that he could join in however he wanted to. As an answer he got
to his knees in front of me then draped his body over my head presenting
me with another five inch or so long cock. Davis was thicker than Coot.
His balls, hanging below his boyhood pride and joy were nice sized and
smooth as the day he was born. I took hold of his dick and slid the
foreskin all the way back and began to clean the swollen head, the boy
moaning immediately at the feelings.

So, the big question is how did I end up in the position, no pun
intended, that I found myself in. That was very simple but a little
history is required first.

My name is Leon Greer. I'm thirty three years old and the western
regional manager for a conglomerate that owns a bunch of shopping malls
as well as upscale clothing stores. I have an eleven state territory and
because of my overall performance I'm in line for a national managerial
position. Not that I want that you understand because this job suits my
lifestyle quite well.

I make something like a hundred and seventy five K a year plus
performance bonuses. I have no living family and few friends. The company
leases me whatever I want to drive, this year a tricked out Hummer, which
is traded in each year. I fly first class when I'm required to fly, and I
stay in the best hotels, not motels. My meals and clothing are all paid
for and I have an extremely generous expense account on top of that. I'm
a performer and I'm rewarded handsomely for it. As a consequence I'm on
the road constantly so the only thing I really own is a very nice condo
that I stay at less than thirty days out of the year and an original '65
AC Cobra MK III. As a further consequence, or bonus, I have almost a half
million dollars in a couple of banks and twice that in other investments
including stock in the company.

I grew up in orphanages and foster care. I was given up at birth by an
underage mother that, aside from her being underage unwed, I know nothing
about and I've never bothered to try and locate. I grew up pretty tough
and very smart, the smart part helping me greatly to avoid the proving I
was tough part. I managed A's all through school and college and I've
worked since I was ten, full time from age fifteen. I was determined not
to end up like so many kids in my situation so was a go getter verging on
aggressive in my pursuits, no matter what the pursuit.

Growing up like I did, I was exposed to sex at an early age, mostly by
older boys but on occasion by girls and even a foster mom. By the time I
was seven I'd been told by so many people that I was about the cutest
thing they'd ever seen that, by my nature, I learned how to exploit that
and not be exploited. By age fourteen, I'd lost my virginity more times
than I could count having learned very early that males and females of
all ages got off big time thinking that they were the first to plumb my
beauty and my terrific body. I didn't have a clue about my DNA but I did
know that I'd been gifted by my unknown parents.

My skin tone was very slightly brown, almost more of a golden brown, the
kind that blonde kids get from being in the summer sun. My black hair was
thick and had a great deal of curl to it, the loose kind and not the
nappy kind, so along with my skin tone it was assumed I have some
Italian, Portuguese, Hispanic or even Polynesian blood flowing through my
veins. My face shape was considered perfect, at least according to my
hairdressers and a few artists I'd known, and was dominated by large
hazel eyes framed by thick lashes and brows. As a young teen I could have
been on any heartthrob magazine cover and as a man any men's mags.

My body was a medium size, slightly stocky and well developed, mostly by
genetics but enhanced by steady workouts from the time I was twelve. I
didn't develop a lot of hair, my body remaining fairly smooth all my
life. Between my legs I developed early which surprised many a male and
female, some of them almost faint at the sight. At thirteen years old I
was barely an inch shy of my full grown max of eight and half inches,
healthy sized balls accompanying a thick uncut dick, and I'd already
plowed a great many assholes and mouths. As I said, I'd been with females
so had buried my young hard dick in pussy as well but it was males that I
loved to be with and share my body with. There are probably a great many
psychological reasons for that but fuck it, I don't care. It worked for
me and when I was a young teen it made me a fair amount of money.

Don't get me wrong, I wasn't a boy prostitute, at least not in the street
sense, but more than one man gave me money for being with him and not as
enticement. Anyone who offered me money first, I rejected. I chose who I
wanted to be with for other considerations and those men often gave me
money afterwards. It was because of such a man that I got my first job in
an upscale clothing store as a salesperson despite being only fifteen. I
had the looks, the skill and "the gift" of being able to sell almost
anything to anyone. The man watched me, guided me, got me into college
and helped me move higher so that by age twenty two I'd surpassed men
twice my age to become an area manager. From there it was a rapid rise to
my current position.

I'd been wooed by other companies but every time I mentioned those
overtures to my boss I got a raise and other considerations. I didn't
exploit that however, I knew well where my future lay.

As I said, I preferred the company of males and most specifically boys. I
very rarely spent time with a boy who was pre puberty preferring my boys
to have at least a little fuzz and be able to produce sperm so the twelve
to fifteen year old category was my drug of choice. Sure I'd spent time
with older guys but by the time I was eighteen the guys I was with always
looked younger, generally passing for teenagers.

All major cities have areas where one can find the favor of a boy. I tend
to avoid such areas as often that type of boy is "run" by someone else
and that's something that I can't abide by. I've busted up the face of
more than one man who treated his boy badly. There's also a higher risk
of disease. No, I prefer the boys in my bed to be there because it's what
they want and yes, I often reward boys in a variety of ways. Believe me,
I've never lacked for the companionship of a boy.

So there I was in a major city and staying at one of the most exclusive
hotels. I always took a bungalow when I was in town, preferring the
anonymity of a private entrance and the conveniences of kitchen, and spa
type bath tubs as well as other amenities. The grounds of the hotel were
large, lush, and very park like and I generally spend a fair amount of
time wandering through the gardens and utilizing the meditation pools and
other quiet areas. I loved being in the outdoors having not gotten a lot
of that as a kid growing up in the city. I often sought out the large
parks of cities and towns I was working in and a secret dream of mine was
to retire early on some acreage in the country and build my own park like
environment. Needless to say parks were also a great place for finding
boys, or boys finding me. Either way the end result was the same.

I had been approached more than once on the grounds of the hotel but
usually by other men which I tactfully rejected so I was a little
surprised when a boy stepped into the secluded grotto area from a side
trail. We looked each other over in the dim light provided by the lighted
walkway and soft pastel lighting that was trained on rockery and
waterfall.

I nodded my head and said "hey." The boy responded the same way. He
appeared to be a bit of a motley thing; raggedy jeans, battered Airwalks,
and a faded jean jacket over an equally faded and stained mixed blue t-
shirt. His hair was a mop of dishwater blonde, not as curly as mine by
any means but not stick straight either. It looked about two months past
due for a cut or trim and bounced off the boy's eyebrows and nose. Hands
in jacket he came a little closer.

"You got any spare change mister?" I looked him over a little better,
didn't detect the presence of alcohol nor evidence of drug use in his
eyes or demeanor. I did recognize a hustle however.

"How much spare change did you have in mind?"

"About a hundred bucks."

"That's a hell of a lot of spare change. I don't have that much on me,
I'd have to go up to my room for that."

"Okay," that's fine," he responded with a bit of a smile.

"So what do I get for that much spare change?"

"Anything you want. Well, except I won't kill somebody."

"Really. So you'll pack my suitcases for me." He looked at me strangely.

"What?"

"You said you'd do anything. Will you pack my suitcases?"

"You want me to pack your suitcases?" Kid was pretty slow on the uptake.

"Hello, that's what I said." He shrugged his shoulders.

"Dude, that wasn't exactly what I figured on but hey, it's your money."
Indeed it was.

"I dunno," I said as if in dismissal. "A hundred bucks is a lot of money.
I should get two of you for that." He looked at me with his head cocked
slightly to one side as if to determine if I was joking or not.
Apparently he decided that I wasn't.

"Hey Coot," he whispered loudly, "come over here."  To my never ending
surprise another boy about the same size and age came out of the brush to
stand along side the first one. The boy's black hair was the biggest
difference that I could discern between them, boy number two dressed in a
similar fashion, fashion being used in the loosest of terms, as boy
number one. Side by side they presented a pair of very cute, if unkempt,
young boys; twelve or thirteen would have been my guess.

"I asked for a hundred bucks," blondie said and his friend got a little
pissy.

"I thought we agreed on fifty." The first boy gave his friend a look that
said shut up and go with it, then nodded his head toward me as though I
didn't get what was going on. "For both of us."  Boy number two shrugged
his shoulders and faced me.

"I guess you get the two for one special," he told me.  I went about
asking him the same questions that I'd asked the first boy and got the
same sort of response when I asked if he'd clean my toilet.

"So let me guess, you guys haven't done this before right?" They looked
at each other then shook their heads. "Why are you doing it?"

Essentially it was the same old story; poor family, no money, don't want
to get involved with gangs or drugs, and need clothes for school. Another
boy had told them about a couple of friends that make money having sex
with men; sex described as mostly jacking off in front of the men or
allowing the men to suck their cocks. What boy wouldn't go for getting a
blow job and get paid for it.

"Yeah well, blow jobs are only part of it guys. Boys get raped and killed
out there, I know cuz I was poor as you are when I was your age so I know
what the streets can do." Not totally true cuz I'd already been there and
picked up good money but they didn't need to know that.

"So do I understand that you two are willing to engage in sex for money?"
They looked at each other then back at me and nodded their heads. "What
exactly does that mean?" I asked them. "Are you talking about just cock
sucking, and is that me sucking you or does it work both ways. How about
fucking, does it include having a dick in your ass? How about if you two
have sex together while I watch and jack off?"

Clearly the two youngsters hadn't thought things through, that is if the
blank looks on their smooth faces were any indication. I went on.

"See guys, I don't pay for sex. There are plenty of boys that will share
my bed for nothing. The thing is that, unlike many men, I treat boys with
a lot of dignity and respect. I don't hurt boys, I don't mess with them
emotionally and I don't have them do things that they don't want to do.
Plus, they always leave me with money in their pockets even though they
don't ask for it. Now, you two are cute as all hell and honestly I
wouldn't mind spending a few days locked away in my room with you but we
have to come to some sort of understanding about what it will cost me and
what exactly you'll be doing for the money I pay you. Or, you can come
with me without me paying you, we have a hell of a fun time and you trust
that I'll still reward you well for your time. If you do it that way, you
might just end up with more than a lousy hundred bucks. So, what's it
gonna be cuz I'm a little tired and ready to go to bed so I'm gonna head
back to my rooms."

I stood up and walked slowly back down the dimly lit walkway toward the
hotel and bungalows. I heard the boys whispering loudly to each other but
couldn't make out the words. I'd thrown them for a loop, required them to
rethink what they wanted and was taxing their trust in the process. A few
minutes later I heard the patter of soft soled shoes coming up behind me.

"Wait a sec mister," I heard the blonde boy call out. They passed me and
stopped in front of me. "How do we know you won't fuck us over, I mean if
we don't ask for the money right now and wait to see what you say you
might do for us afterwards."

"Good question, you don't. But, I can give you a show of good faith."
Clearly they didn't understand what I meant so I explained the concept to
them. I then pulled out my billfold and took out a one hundred dollar
bill and showed it to the boys, who smiled hugely. I then tore the bill
in half which shocked the shit out of the young teens and handed them one
half.

"Now, you have half of a hundred dollars and I have the other half. At
the end of our time together you get my half. And you know you're gonna
get it cuz my half isn't worth a thing to me any more than yours is to
you."  The boys nodded their heads.

"Okay, well, you said a couple of days. We can do that if you want but we
think it should be worth more than a hundred bucks," blondie told me.

"I agree but that depends on what you're willing to do," I answered back.
They didn't hesitate but answered in unison,

"Anything."

"Well then, I guess we have a deal." I extended my hand to the blond boy.
"My name is Leon." He took my hand and shook it gently telling me his
name was Davis and the other boy was Coot, who shook my hand in much the
same manner as Davis did.

We reached my bungalow a few minutes later and entered an environment
that the boys had only seen on TV or in movies. Leather furniture, oak
floors with area rugs, gas fireplace, 52 inch plasma, full bar, crystal
vases filled with flowers and all of that was just the living room. I had
them leave their jackets in the small entry closet along with their shoes
as well as mine. I went to the bar and opened the safe then placed my
wallet with the half a hundred inside and closed it.

"You guys hungry?" Generally I find that to be a ludicrous question when
posed to a teenage male and this time was no different as indicated by
their nodding heads. I handed them the after hours menu from which they
chose some sandwiches then led them to the kitchen where they grabbed a
couple of Thomas Kemper's from the fridge. We returned to the living room
to wait and get to know each other.

The boys were thirteen, Davis just turning in the last two months and
Coot the past five. Coot's name apparently came from when he was in first
grade and had contracted head lice four times in the first two months of
that year thus earning the nickname cootie, Coot for short, although no
one called him cootie any more. His real name was Harold, which he hated.
Coot had the most amazing blue gray eyes I'd ever seen and a pair of lips
so sensual that no one under the age of eighteen should own them. I
looked very much forward to having them pressed against my lips as well
as my dick.

With a skin tone more pale than Coot, Davis' eyes were a cornflower blue
and framed by dark brown lashes and brows. Both boys were smooth faced
and blemish free, the epitome of beauty for boys their age. Neither boy
was very big, no more than a buck twenty five in weight and five foot
four or five. I managed to glance at both of their asses as they'd looked
around and figured that having my tongue and my cock buried in either one
of them was going to be worth the hundred bucks easy.

A knock at the door interrupted the conversation and Davis asked if they
needed to leave the room to which I shook my head. The busboy came in and
set the food on the bar, I slipped him a twenty and he left without
giving the boys a second glance. The staff was very well trained there.
We ate and talked some more and I discovered that despite looking like
ruffians they really weren't, they were simply poor folk. They were good
natured, not smart asses, fairly smart and over all rather enjoyable to
be around.

"Well," I finally said as we all lay back on chairs and sofa's and rubbed
our bellies, "since you two are going to be here a few days I suppose
I'll need a few extras. I called the front desk, made my request and ten
minutes later another knock at the door brought toothbrushes, extra
pillows, towels and a couple of bathrobes. The boy also removed the
leftover dishes when he left.

"Aren't they gonna wonder why you need all this extra stuff Leon?" Coot
asked. I shook my head.

"Not really, this bungalow costs about fifteen hundred a night. They
aren't too worried about an extra guest."
Both boys' eyes were wide open at the cost of the place and Coot said,

"I knew we shoulda asked for more money." I laughed then asked if they
needed to take showers before bed. They shook their heads and said that
they'd taken care of that before they left their houses.

"Okay well I'm taking a shower regardless so follow me." In the bedroom I
told them to go ahead and get undressed and into bed. They could wear
underwear or be nude I didn't care at the moment. I then went into the
bathroom, undressed and showered and was back by the bed in ten minutes
wearing a bath robe around. The boys were lying in bed facing each other
and talking quietly but rolled to their backs when I entered the room.

"Everything okay guys?" I asked and they both nodded their heads and
Davis said they were just wondering what was going t o happen now. I sat
in one of the arm chairs by the bed.

"Well I'd like to see what I'm paying for so why don't you come over
here." They looked at each other, something I'd see a lot of over the
next few days, then slid out from under the sheet. They were both wearing
white cotton briefs which were much newer and cleaner than the rest of
their clothes. Both boys sported a nice little package, about what I'd
expect for their size and age. They stood in front of me, a little
anxious. I reached out and gently pulled Davis' underwear down first and
exposed a respectable cocklet that, while soft then, would probably go
five inches or so when hard. The boy was uncut, his foreskin completely
covering the head and forming a little nipple that added a quarter inch
to his little hose. He had a small patch of dark brown hair right at the
base of his dick, the fuzz barely curling and sparse enough to see white
skin beneath it. His balls were totally smooth and held in a nice rounded
bag beneath his cock.

I reached out and cupped the entire works, gently squeezing them and
feeling the boy respond to the handling of his boyhood pride and joy. I
let go of him the moved my hands to Coot's underwear, the front of which
was already begin to tent as blood became locked into his cock. I slid
his briefs down to reveal a half way hard dick about the same size as his
buddy's but not quite as thick and with a small dark flat mole at one
side of the head. Like Davis, Coot had a little patch of hair growing at
the base of his cock although his was black. His balls were of the same
size, equally as smooth and hairless as his friend but seemed to hang
just a tad. As I did to Davis, I cupped and fondled Coot's boyhood,
bringing to full young boy hardness in a moment. I used a thumb and
fingers to stroke the five inch piece of boy meat then leaned in to taste
him.

I licked at the head then put my mouth over the shaft and sucked him,
taking the entire works into my mouth, the head hitting the back of my
throat. The boy gasped at the feelings, totally new to him I was sure.
Oh, he probably had his dick sucked by a friend at some time but probably
never had the entire thing engulphed by a warm mouth, or warm anything
else for that matter. That had already started to change.

I let go and turned back to Davis whose dick was standing proudly in
front of his pale flat belly. The foreskin was only partially retracted
so the slit was visible under the elastic skin. I pulled the skin all the
way back then licked at his cock head before taking him into my mouth and
sucking him. Davis' boy cock was thicker than Coot's although not enough
to prevent me from doing the job that needed to be done. I suckled him
for a moment, earning a shape intake of breath then leaned back into the
chair. I gazed at the pair of young teen genitalia then up into their
cute faces.

"Well boys, I think we may be able to have a lot of fun. What do you
think?" they both nodded their heads enthusiastically then Davis asked,

"Can we see yours Leon?" I nodded my head, stood up and said,

"Help yourselves." Both boys shucked their underwear and kicked them out
of the way then Davis tugged at the belt on the bathrobe, the front of
which was already protruding from my hardening cock. The boy pulled hard
on the belt and the robe opened up freeing me up to rise unobstructed.

"Fuck Leon you're huge," the boy said, his eyes wide open in total
surprise. I never seen a dick so goddamn big. Can we touch it?' I laughed
and shucked of the robe saying,

"Boys, you don't have to ask, that's what we're here for." Davis reached
out and grasped onto me just behind the half covered head and pulled my
foreskin back then slid it forward again. The boy knew from experience
what felt good and he wasn't wrong although a big part of the feelings
for me at that moment were about who was doing the stroking. Coot put his
hand on me so Davis took his away to allow his friend full access to me,
my dick having finally reached full engorgement.

"So have you boys every played with another boy before?" The looked at
each other then nodded their heads, Davis taking the lead.

"Yeah we messed around with other boys before, you know jacking off
together, seein who has the biggest dick or the most hairs, who makes the
most cum or shoots it the farthest."

"You ever do anything else?" Davis went on to say that he and Coot and
sucked each other before and even swallowed each other's sperm. Once when
a group of boys were jacking off together one of the boys let another boy
fuck him and that was pretty hot to watch but neither of them had gone
that far, even with each other, although they had lay on each other and
dry humped before.

"Have you ever kissed another boy?' They both shook their heads. I
started with Davis, leaning down to his face as I raised his chin. To his
credit the boy didn't try to avoid me but closed his eyes. I touched my
lips to his and he responded immediately, pressing back against me. I
pushed my tongue against his mouth and he opened up wide allowing my
tongue to mate with his and again, he responded favorably. His breathing
picked up as we kissed and the movement of his tongue and mouth told me
he liked it.

I disengaged and turned to Coot and performed the same task although he
put a hand on my shoulder as though to keep me there while he explored my
mouth with his tongue. These two would make terrific kissers, and maybe
before the weekend was out. Davis took the liberty of playing with my
cock while I kissed his friend and as we broke away he dropped to his
knees and began licking at my cock head while he slowly stroked the
shaft. Coot went to his knees as well and began playing with my heavy
balls and licking at the side of my cock. Given the boy's energy and
enthusiasm so far, it promised to be a very exciting weekend indeed.

I'd been with more than one boy on a few occasions and thought back to
them as the two below me continued to thoroughly explore me with hands
and mouths. A favorite had been two brothers ages eleven and fourteen.
While they had both been beautiful boys, the youngest had been stunning
and he loved to fuck. I'd stuffed every inch of my cock inside of the boy
a half dozen times over a weekend and still the kid screamed for more.
His older brother told me that he fucked the boy on a daily basis,
sometimes two to three times. The kid had been insatiable and when he
came he was as noisy as anybody I'd ever heard. The older boy had been
well hung, sporting a solid seven plus inches, and I had enjoyed having
it buried inside my ass a couple of times that weekend, loving the warmth
of the copious amount of sperm that he left inside of me.

The two cuties currently attached to my dick finally stood up and I
hugged them both to me. As much as I'd wanted to play I was tired. It had
been a long day, starting at four thirty in the a.m. and I needed sleep.

"So boys, how about I make you cum and we go to sleep." They couldn't
find any fault with that decision so I had them lay on the edge of the
bed with their on the floor and I knelt between them. I took a raging
young boner in each hand and proceeded to jack them off. I had a little
procedure I went through when I was with a boy for the first time. Much
as I loved to swallowing boy cum I loved to see them squirt. I loved
watching the play of emotion on their smooth young faces as they spermed,
loved watching the nectar of their smooth balls as it entered the living
world outside their smooth bodies.

After a half dozen strokes I moved between Davis' legs and worked on him.
I gently pulled and squeezed on his balls while I jacked his rigid
boyhood using fingers only. It didn't take long before the boy was
moaning and less time than that before he came, a few droplets of watery
white goo plopping out onto his panting flat belly. I had been standing,
bent slightly to work on the boy and once he was done sperming I leaned
down and licked the juice from his belly.

I then went to work on Coot and within two minutes took the boy to the
clouds and rain stage. Coot was more noisy than his little buddy, cursing
under his breath as I got him to the edge and took him over. Coot's
offering was a little more than what Davis had produced and he shot a
little further but he tasted about the same.

"What about you Leon, are you cum for us?" Coot asked when we were
finished. I declined at that time. My dick was mostly soft, that alone
amazing the boy's, and it was more work than what I wanted to do to get
it up and get it off. Both boys were a little amazed that I could do what
I'd just done and not want to cum but they resigned themselves to it. I
got a wet washcloth from the bathroom and cleaned the remaining
stickiness from their bodies then turned out the lights and climbed into
bed, a hot young boy on each side of me. I kissed them goodnight, deep
tongue thrusting kisses, and was sound asleep in about three minutes.

I woke before the boys and got up, leaving the bed reluctantly. I mean,
what the hell, two cute young teenage boys both naked and willing to
play. But I let them sleep. Tired boys wouldn't be much fun and I
intended to have a great deal of fun with them. I'd also figured out what
I was going to do to reward them, besides the money I mean. My plan
turned out to be more realistic than I'd intended when I got a frantic
phone call about eight thirty from one of my mall managers. Apparently
they were short a couple of boy models, size large for a huge fashion
show that was suppose to go on that morning. Everyone knew I had contacts
everywhere in the clothing and modeling industry as well as the fact that
I'd been known to be able to pull a rabbit out of my ass at the last
minute so thus the phone call. I told him I'd take care of it.

The two boys in my bed would fit the bill well; they were large for boys,
small for young men, which technically they were. I went into the
bedroom, gazed on them as they slept the sleep of the innocent. The
covers were pushed down and a sheet barely covered Coot's tight young
butt and Davis' flat belly. I could easily have removed the sheet and
went to town but when work beckoned it took precedence over everything
else in my life, even naked young boys. I tugged the sheet down,
revealing their nudity, Davis full on young boy morning hard. Okay, so
maybe work could wait for a few minutes. I reached down and fondled his
balls, the smooth eggs fully hanging gently between smooth thighs. He
woke up and stretched then smiled at me.

"Morning sunshine," I said, my voice along with the cooler air on his
delicious butt causing Coot to wake up and roll onto his back, he too
fully hardened and fully exposed as he stretched out like a cat.  "We
have work to do lads," I told them, my hand having moved up to stroke on
Davis' stone hard cock.

"That's what you're paying us for," Davis said, his arms under his head
as he enjoyed the fondling.

"No, besides this. I need you to model some clothes in a fashion show
that's going down in a few hours.

"What?" Davis asked, sitting up. "We don't know anything about modeling
besides that's not what you're paying us for." I reminded them both that
their agreement was "anything".

"Look it's not that hard, well this is," I said gripping his dick firmly,
"you can do it. In any case you wanted to get some school clothes, this
will help you achieve that as well as getting paid cash money." I
continued to stroke Davis' boyhood pride and joy as I went on to explain
that I could arrange for them to have a hell of a lot more clothes than
what they'd imagined besides, doing the show would give them an
explanation to their parents, or whoever, when they showed up with an
entire new wardrobe. I let go of Davis and climbed on the bed, Coot
moving over to give me room.

"Meanwhile I think we should get off. Well spermed boys always work
harder." I slid down on the bed and took Davis' dick into my mouth and
began to suckle him, gently squeezing his balls, the boy spreading his
legs to give me better access. I felt movement on the bed than Coot's
hand on my own half hardened cock. I stopped what I was doing, had Coot
move then rolled onto my back and propped my head up on a couple of
pillows.

"Come over here and fuck my mouth Davis," I told the cute young blonde
boy who did as I asked. I enjoyed sucking a boy that way as it gave me
full access to his butt and Davis' ass was quite desirable. He did as I
requested and in a flash my mouth was full of hard boy cock and my hands
full of firm young butt cheeks. Davis didn't get but three slow thrusts
into my mouth before I felt a hand on my hardened dick then a warm mouth
engulph the swollen head. I slid a hand around and held onto the boy's
smooth nuts and fondled the orbs as moved toward orgasm. I felt Coot try
for more than my cock head then the sound of choking and coughing. Like
many boys, he'd tried to take too much of me.

"Ooohhh," Davis moaned above me and began humping a little faster and a
moment a later I felt his cock thicken against my lips then the warmth of
his boy honey as it shot into my mouth. Coot had gone back to licking my
cock head; that being a safer move for the boy. He slid my foreskin up
over the head and suckled in it as well, something he'd obviously done
with his pal. Davis finally pulled his dick from my mouth as the rampant
boy cock was too sensitive for me to keep exploring. He moved off of me
and we both watched as Coot stroked my thick brown shaft and licked at
the liquid seeping from the slit. Since he was lying facing me I reached
down and began stroking his boyhood pride and joy which seemed to spur
him on in his treatment of me.

I finally told him to move up and lay next to me then went to town on his
rigid cock, sucking the thing to the root while Davis didn't hesitate to
take over the jacking action my cock, accompanied by his lips. Like most
young teens Coot hit the sperming stage in a couple of minutes and held
onto my head as he pumped his hips into the air, forcing his cock as well
as his watery morning sperm into my mouth. Needless to say he too became
sensitive quickly so I had to leave his boyhood charms. I lay back and
allowed Davis to manipulate my eight and a half inches of uncut cock, the
boy sliding the foreskin back and forth over the seeping swollen corona.

"In the interest of time Davis, even though I love having a boy jack me
off, I think I need to do this." I reached down and took hold of my cock
and began loving myself, knowing just what felt good. My free hand went
to Davis' still hard boner and played with it while I took my self off.
In about three minutes I declared that it was close and thirty seconds
later ropey white jets of cum were splattering my chest and belly, both
boys vocal in their surprise and admiration. I continued to milk myself
after the main event, squeezing my foreskin up over the head and causing
my sperm to ooze out the small hole.

"Dude I sure hope I can make that much cum when I get older," Coot
finally said, Davis nodding his head in agreement. I assured them that
they may well, who was to tell. With that I rolled off the bed and told
them if they needed to use the toilet to get that done as we needed to
shower and get moving. Like me, both boys were morning people so took the
obligatory four minutes in there. Afterwards we adjourned to the shower
area, an open tiled room that could hold three or four people easily.
Much as I relished the idea of extended shower time, I forced the boys to
keep things on task, choosing to have each one do their own hygiene
otherwise we'd never have made it out of the bungalow.

Fifteen minutes later were headed down the road, both boys fully
enthralled with my ride. We stopped by Mickey D's for breakfast and were
at the sight of the show another twenty minutes after that. Like any big
show it was a mass of seemingly chaos, in some cases not even seemingly.
Factory reps mixed with models, hairstylists, makeup artists,
photographers along with men and women doing all the last minute clothing
alterations. It was a frenetic, crazy madhouse and I loved it.

I got the boys hooked up and into the male changing room where they were
a bit aghast at the degree of nudity. They jumped right in however and
didn't seem to flinch when they needed to take jeans or slacks off in
front of a woman or a man while they did the last minute pining, taping
or sewing or while the hairstylist worked on their mops, the boys dressed
only in new boxers. The show went off without a hitch and the boys loved
it, garnering the respect and admiration as well as a promise of more
work from the people who arranged shows and models. Because of my
position, I arranged for the boys to take almost whatever they wanted
from the myriad of clothes that they'd modeled, as well as clothes that
were being returned to the manufacturer. Each of them came away with a
good six hundred dollars worth of jeans, shirts, shoes and underwear.
That's cost, not retail.

In my rig later they were both very chatty about the entire affair,
giving me tons of thoughts and perceptions as though I'd never done a
show before.

"Did you see that black guy Leon, fuck his dick is bigger than yours." He
was talking about a twenty year old young man by the name of Treyton. I'd
bedded the boy when he was fifteen and sixteen so indeed I'd seen plenty
of the black python that hung between his legs. I'd had that ten inch
hose shoved between my lips and my legs more than a few times and I'd
never complained. I didn't tell the boys that as I didn't feel it was
really any of their business.

We were all hungry so stopped at a popular bistro for a late lunch then
headed back to the hotel where the boys unloaded their bags of clothing.
They got a little secretive, huddling their heads together and giggling
then directed me to sit in the armchair in the living room while they
went into the bedroom. I could only imagine what they were up to. The
bedroom door opened five minutes later and out the came dressed only in
the barest of skimpy underwear their boyhood charms bulging in the small
pouch that contained them.

The mimicked being on the cat walk; hand on swaying hip and a sultry look
on their smooth young faces. They came out then stood in front of me and
went through a series of provocative poses including turning around to
show me that they stuffed what little cloth had been holding their
slender little butts in check into their cracks to give the illusion of
wearing a thong. Looking over their shoulders they swiveled their butts,
pushing them out seductively.

When they faced me again they went through a variety of motion that
simulated stripping, pulling the sides and then the front of the
underwear down, giving up a slight fuzz shot but no real flesh. It was
obvious the boys were getting off on their show as the pouches in the
skimpy garments were beginning to bulge even more as their young cocks
began to stretch out. Davis came over and climbed onto the chair, a knee
on each arm, his crotch all but in my face. I leaned forward and placed
my mouth over his cock and nuzzled it with my lips and gently bit it
through the cloth. At the other end I could feel Coot working at my belt
and then my slacks.

"Do you want to suck my cock big boy?" Davis asked in an attempt to be
sexy, his high pitched voice not quite pulling it off but I didn't care.
I took a moment to lift my butt up off the chair so Coot could pull my
pants and underwear down then settled back in and went about peeling the
front of Davis' underwear down far enough to free up his fully engorged
boy cock and free hanging balls. I felt Coot take hold of my half
hardened dick just as I took Davis into my mouth and bounced his cock
head off my throat. I put my hands on his butt, kneaded the flesh and
encouraged him to fuck my mouth, which he readily did. The warmth of
Coot's mouth on my own cock head took my attention away briefly and I
reveled for a moment at being sexy with two hot young teenage boys. What
a fucking life.

"Half time trade places," Coot said, letting go of my flesh and standing
up. Davis slid off the chair and Coot took his place, his underwear
already discarded, his hard cock standing proudly in front of is taut
belly. I pulled it down, jacked it a couple of times while Davis got
between my legs and began licking at my shaft, the wrapped my lips around
him.

"Fuck yes," Coot moaned as I suckled the nail hard five inch piece of
thirteen year old flesh. "Can I cum in your mouth Leon?" the boy asked. I
took his cock out of my mouth and said,

"I have a better idea." I disentangled myself and went into the bedroom,
discarding my shirt as I went, then returned with a bottle of lube and a
hand towel. "How about if you dump your sperm into my ass instead of my
mouth," I asked the boy whose face immediately split into a wide grin. I
went through the necessary preparations, doing myself first and then
applying a liberal amount of lube to Coot's raging cock causing the boy
to go weak when I smeared his ultra sensitive swollen cock head. I got
back into the chair on my knees facing the back and lowered my ass until
the adorable dark haired boy told me to stop.

"What should I do Leon?" he asked and I told him to just put the thing in
but do it gently. I felt his flesh touch mine, pressure, then the
pleasurable feeling of my muscle being stretched as the boy's cock
slipped inside of me. I really preferred to be fucked by cocks about the
boy's size. It was a nice easy stretch and not overwhelming like bigger
dicks can be although I always seemed to manage just fine when a larger
cock was inside of me.

The boy put his hands on my hips and proceeded to let Mother Nature take
over, moving in and out of me as though he'd been doing it for years. I
didn't think he'd last all that long, thirteen year old boys rarely do,
but I encouraged him none the less.

"Fuck me good Coot," I moaned. My head was turned sideway on the back of
the chair and without being asked, Davis came over and bent over to kiss
me. I returned the kiss, our tongues doing the eternal dance, and I
reached down and took hold of his rigid dick and began stroking it,
sliding his foreskin back and forth over his pale swollen dick head.
Behind me Coot was picking up speed and I heard him groan.

"Fuck me harder Coot," I commanded as the boy's cock thickened against my
sphincter muscle. He seemed to be able to do that, slamming his hips
against my ass and ramming his boyhood pride and joy into me. Normally I
could feel the warmth of a boy's sperm as it entered me but Coot made so
little liquid that it went in unnoticed. He finally slowed down a little
bit which was when I told Davis to get his cock lubed so that when Coot
came out he could go in. Less than a minute later Davis's hard young cock
was buried in my ass as far as the boy could get it.

"Jack me off while Davis fucks me will you Coot," I asked him. Davis
seemed to last longer than his friend and he added more action to his
fucking, moving his little ass from side to side or moving up onto his
toes to change the angle of his dick. I had no complaint what so ever.
Coot had lubed his hand and was jacking me off, using mostly the shaft
until I told him to work just on my cock head. The boy did as I asked
which got me to the sperm stage very quickly. I managed to stave it off
until I knew that Davis was cumming, his groans giving away what his body
was doing.

"Oh yeah Davis, fuck me harder boy, fuck my ass harder," I moaned and let
my balls release their nectar. It was a great sperming made better by the
knowledge that I was a thirteen year old boy's first fuck. I knew well
the feelings that were ripping through his body and I knew well that he
would remember this for the rest of his life.

"Don't come out of me right away," I whispered to him as his little ass
slowed to a stop. He did as I asked, staying inside of me and gently
moving his butt around. It was a great afterglow experience until he
softened some and his cock squished out of me with a plop. Coot had
removed his hand from my dick by then, showing us his cum covered
knuckles. When I got out of the chair I was grateful for leather because
the back was literally awash in my cum, the white standing out strongly
against the dark brown fabric.

"Man when you came I could feel your asshole grip on my dick Leon," Davis
told me which of course made Coot want me to cum while he was fucking me.
I laughed and told him it was entirely possible. I headed into the shower
and for reasons of their own the boys elected to join me. We soaped and
cleaned each other which did nothing to cause our hard cocks to abate.
Both boys reveled in the feelings of having their tight young asshole's
washed by someone else and they moaned even louder when I introduced them
to rimming.

I did Davis first and then Coot, my mouth and tongue paying homage to the
puckered hairless muscles that I intended to bury my cock in before the
night was out. It made my dick throb in anticipation just thinking about
it. We returned to the bed where we engaged in a cock sucking m^Ānage a
tois, each taking turns licking slurping and sucking on each other. At
one point I was engaged in a sixty nine with Davis on top and Coot behind
him licking his friends asshole. I could actually reach up over my head
between Davis' legs and play with Coot's cock and balls while licked his
way to oblivion at Davis' temple of Priapus.

"Oh man Davis can I stick my cock in your ass?" Coot asked, his voice
deepened by lust. Amazingly Davis told him to go ahead. Before he did I
told him to lube up my finger and proceeded to prep the boy, sliding my
slippery digit in and out of the tight muscle and grazing across his
prostate in the process. I then watched from close hand as Coot got into
position and gently slipped inside of his friend, causing Davis to moan
loudly, and buried himself to his balls. I reached up and fondled both
sets of sperm makers, loving the feeling of their soft flesh. I only
stayed there a moment, long enough to get a good view of the action, then
slid out from beneath the boy then sat in front of him with my back
against the headboard so that he had full access to my stuff. He took
advantage of the position and licked at my balls and then my cock.
Because he needed his hands for balance I pushed my dick downward so he
could suckle me, which he went about with enthusiasm.

"Fuck I'm gonna." and that was all Coot could say before he groaned out,
unloading his small amount of sperm inside Davis' ass. He stayed there
for a few moments before pulling out causing Davis to moan at the loss.
When I asked if he came Davis shook his head no.

"Do you think you can handle my dick?" I asked the boy. He nodded his
head.

"I can sure try." Like his friend, Davis was in a total fog of hotness,
his voice deepened from lust, his eyes half closed for the same reason.
Now would be a perfect time to fill the boy with eight plus inches of
thick man cock. I directed him to lay in front of me, back to my belly
while Coot lubed my dick up. Then I lifted his top leg and angled my dick
and moved in, my swollen cock head touching his flesh. Coot was right in
close watching and gasped almost as loudly as Davis did when I entered
the boy. Once the head was lodged in the tight hole I stopped to allow
his adolescent body to adjust my size, something that experience and
older guys generally need to do. I gave him a ten count then slowly
inserted as much of my cock into his butt as the position would allow,
which was most of it. I'd wrapped my arm around him as I slipped inside,
holding the boy to me, a position that I liked, not for the penetration
but the holding of a boy.

"My God Leon my hole must be stretched out as far as it can go," Davis
moaned when I bottomed out inside of him. Indeed, it must be. I began the
slow process of loving the boy, not in any hurry for either of us. We
must have stayed that way for a good three or four minutes, Davis moaning
and Coot carrying on a running commentary on how hot it looked, how it
must feel and so forth.

I was getting heated up and the position wasn't one of incredible
pleasure so I told Davis I was going to come out of him and change
positions. He agreed and slipped out of him as gently as I could, leaving
a gaping hole. I had him roll onto his back then pushed his legs back and
reentered him, pushing in until my hairs were against his butt. I began
the motion again, sliding in and out of his tight ass. After getting him
used to it I placed my arms under his legs and moved forward, rolling the
boy farther onto his back then placing my hands on the bed next to him.
It was from there that I began to seriously fuck the thirteen year old,
driving my cock down into him and obtaining the maximum depth achievable.

"Fuck I can't believe how mashed up your ball get when you're all the way
inside of him Leon," Coot observed. I felt his hand cup and fondle my
nuts as they hung in the air then he asked if he could somehow get his
cock in my ass and fuck me while I fucked Davis. I told him to go ahead
and give it a try. I'd been the meat in a sandwich before and while fun
as an exercise it wasn't necessarily the best fuck imaginable but hey, it
was thirteen year old boy asking so it was all good. I felt him get into
position so stopped my movement, felt his pressure against me and in a
flash he was inside of me. I told him to get in close, which he did, then
I began to fuck Davis again and getting a double fuck. It was okay but
the boy was really too small and inexperienced for it to be an
overwhelming experience but like I said, when you're with thirteen or
fourteen year old boys all sex is good sex.

Coot finally pulled out of me, not being able to maintain the position
for very long. I concentrated on bringing Davis and myself to an orgasm
and as we fucked I picked up speed until I was slamming eight plus inches
of hard cock down into his ass, my balls starting to make a slight
whacking sound as they connected with his butt. Below me the boy was
moaning like a banshee and when I leaned down to kiss him you'd a though
I was giving him CPR he was so aggressive in returning the kiss. In no
time at all he was screaming out as his body reached its peak and took
him over the edge so at that point I allowed myself to go on the ride
with him.

"Oh fuck Davis," I groaned and began pumping a ton of cream into the boy,
my sperm racing off in search of an egg that they'd never find, the poor
little bastards. As usual the show ended sooner than anyone ever likes
and we stayed there not moving for a minute while we caught our breath. I
finally told him to hold onto me, that I was doing to move into a sitting
position with him on my lap. With a little maneuvering we achieved the
desired position and the boy snuggled in, wiggling his ass against my lap
and nuzzling his face in my neck.

"That was incredible Leon. I though you were going to rip my asshole open
but damn after you were there for awhile and fucking me it felt so
fucking good I can't believe it." He kissed my neck and just sat there
holding on to me so I rubbed his smooth back and down onto the cheeks
that I was still ensconced between and let my fingers trail over my hard
flesh where it penetrated his diminutive body. I didn't want Coot to feel
left out so suggested we all take a shower and since I was a little
concerned about my cum pouring out of Davis' ass I managed to stay inside
of him and carried him to the shower.

The shower turned into a playground as well and I took the opportunity to
explain and demonstrate the art of frottage to the boys having them
perform it on each other as their body sizes matched up almost perfectly.
I took the time to finger fuck Coot while they rubbed against each other
and in process taught him about his prostate gland. Nobody came however
and we retreated back to the bedroom where we became a three headed, six
legged monster whose hands and mouths explored every square inch of each
other's bodies. After a solid hour of play both boys were dying to unload
their young balls and I agreed with them. I didn't want them to suffer a
serious case of blue balls for that would take the fun out of the rest of
the weekend.

And so it came about that I fucked Coot starting with the boy on my lap
facing away from me on the living room sofa. He felt that was the best
way for him to get accustomed to my size and it seemed to work although
it took the adorably cute young thing a good four minutes before he was
able to sit firmly on my lap with most of eight plus inches of thick cock
inside his tight little ass. Davis stood in front and watched, idly
playing with his balls and stroking his cock.

"Fuck that looks pretty hot you guys," he commented. I invited him to
join in and to his credit he didn't ask what to do but just got to his
knees and began licking first on my heavy balls then took on his friend's
smooth sac. The boy had gone about half soft so Davis took the limp shaft
into his mouth and proceeded to blow life back into it. Because of the
position we were actually fucking, just sitting there connected together
but I loved holding the boy while being inside of him and looking down to
watch Davis work his magic on coots dick was pretty hot too. We stayed
like that a good five minutes before Coot informed that he wanted a good
fucking.

I usually enjoy facing a boy when I love him, always amazed at the
emotion that plays across his smooth face as he experiences the beauty
and incredible feelings of sex. From time to time I enjoy taking a boy
from behind makes for great diversity. I held him as my eyes scanned the
room for something a little more exciting that simply doggy style on the
floor. I told him to hold on and I picked the boy up and we stood for a
moment. I had Davis move the footstool for the chair over by the sofa
then I turned Coot around. After telling him what we were going to do we
managed to drop down to the floor and into a position where the boy was
lying with his upper body on the footstool, right knee on the floor, his
left knee hiked up and resting on the sofa. It spread his slender little
ass wide open and from there I began to fuck him.

"Davis, have Coot suck your cock," I told the boy who got to his knees
and placed his uncut dick in Coot's face. The dark haired boy wasted no
time taking his friends pale five inch shaft into his mouth and
attempting to suck the life out of the boy's sperm makers. For me, it was
a hot position. I held the boys cheeks open as far as they would go and
kept my eyes on the actions, watching my thick meat slide almost all the
way out of the boy's tight little asshole then drive back inside.

Jesus Christ but I loved fucking young teenage boys. There simply wasn't
anything that I could think of that brought me as much physical as well
as emotional pleasure. I connected with a boy on his level, remembering
with every fiber of my body what it was like when I was his age and
experiencing sex of any kind. When he took time out from cock sucking to
tell me to fuck him harder I knew he gotten to the pinnacle of feelings.
Any boy with a cock the size of mine in his ass who begged to be fucked
harder had reached the apex. I did as he asked, pulling out until the rim
of my head showed beneath my foreskin then slamming back inside of him. I
felt my balls begin to roil, knowing that my explosion was close at hand.
Coot was right there along with me. He was in such a total fog of hotness
that he couldn't suck on Davis' cock any more but had to just lay there
and moan loudly. His right hand snaked down between his legs and I knew
he was jacking off, knew that it would only be a moment, and it was.

The boy screamed out, unintelligible words, only noise. I felt his
asshole constrict against my cock and felt my body ride the tide with
him. I held on tight to his slender ass and rammed my cock inside of him,
moving my own ass from side to side and creating different pressures
inside Coot's body. The boy moaned loudly and had I heard it on the
street I would have assumed he'd been hurt severely.  I continued on,
driving into him, pumping my warm sticky cum out into him. In front of us
Davis had continued to jack off and he too came, the expression on his
smooth face the familiar mix of pain and pleasure. He moved his hips
forward and let his juice go onto Coot's face, the dark haired boy
raising his head slightly so that he could wear his friend's sperm. All
in all it was a more than satisfactory sperming.

Later, in the shower, Coot wrapped himself into my arms and kissed me
hard for the second time since I'd gently slipped my cock from body. He'd
said he couldn't have imagined being able to take my entire dick in his
ass let alone love it but he had, almost more than when he fucked me.
Getting as facial, small amount though it was, had been exciting for him
as well and he'd asked if maybe I could jack off on his face before the
weekend was over. I'd managed to do that Sunday morning and it wouldn't
do but what Davis had wanted to try it as well.

Everyone was hungry when we got out of the shower so I asked the boys if
they'd like to go to a fancy restaurant where they might see some famous
people. Of course they were all for it so I had them dress in slacks and
dress shirts and we headed out with their promise that they wouldn't
stare, point, or otherwise bring attention to themselves, other than just
looking pretty. I'd had reservations for two, just in case, so it was an
easy matter to get that changed, which I'd done earlier in the day.

I was a good night, the beautiful people were out and the boys got to see
a well known action actor and his popular big titted girlfriend as well
as a few others they recognized. A lead singer from a popular boy band
stopped by my table to say hello, hugging me and shaking the boy's hands
enthusiastically. The boys were totally impressed and when the young man
offered his autograph I thought they'd faint. I didn't tell them that I'd
bedded the extremely cute man when he was a fledgling musician at the
ripe age of sixteen. I also didn't tell them that he adored thirteen and
fourteen year old boys.

We cruised around for awhile after dinner and returned to the bungalow to
watch a little TV. The boys had never seen a porno flick so I ordered
one, gay of course, and it wouldn't do but we spend the rest of the
evening trying out a variety of positions that they'd seen. It was later
than night where this story began with Coot trying to fuck me while I
slept.

The boys stayed with me until Monday morning and if we all came less than
seven or eight more times I'd be surprised. Both boys fucked me again,
although Coot managed four times I think, and I fucked them each again as
well. When it came time to take them home around noon I wore loose
fitting jeans and a very special custom made belt and slipped another
special little item into the pocket of my worn leather jacket. While I
rarely dressed down, I did carry a couple of street outfits, clothes that
would allow me to fit into the rough tough neighborhoods that I sometimes
found myself in, the kind of neighborhood where Coot and Davis lived.
Being a street kid I knew that the car would attract attention but
dressed like a dandy would seriously invite predation and I avoided that
when I could.

The boys had told me about Coot's older brother, a fat shiftless prick
who thought he was tough but wasn't all that. Coot said he dominated
their single mom household but that was about it. Coot had some concerns
about his brother taking all of his new clothes and hocking them, or
wearing them, so I was prepared to dissuade the boy if necessary,
actually hoping for a confrontation because if I didn't have one with him
I knew that what Coot feared would come to pass. As luck would have it,
Solomon was there when we pulled into the cracked, weed filled driveway
alongside of the small two bedroom house in a run down neighborhood. Two
other young men were with him.

"Oh great," Coot said as soon as he saw the trio. Davis muttered similar
sentiments. Of course the three pulled themselves from lawn chairs they
were slouched in and sauntered over to where we three were unloading the
Hummer.

"What have we here, Christmas in August?" the boy I'd identified as
Solomon. He was indeed a rather overweight slug, a contrast to his two
skinny friends. He immediately yanked a bag from Coot's hand and of
course Coot protested loudly. Solomon told him to shut the fuck up and
started to paw through the bag.

"Put it down," I said softly. All three older boys looked at me then each
other with a look that told me they figured me for the mouse and
themselves for the cats. Solomon dropped the bag and I heard Coot mutter
and "oh no Leon".  The three boys came right up to me, Solomon in my face
asking what I'd said. I told him that I hadn't stuttered that he'd heard
me. He reached out toward me and it was then that I knew that it was game
over.

I used a simple wrist lock, grasping his wrist from on top and using my
thumb to press the back toward the underside of the wrist. Hurts like a
mother fucker and allows one to completely control his attacker. In the
process I spun the tub of shit around, slammed him against the Hummer
with my elbow against his neck, the wrist still locked in my hand. At the
same time my other hand went to my belt where I pulled a thin five inch
stiletto from its hidden sheath and put the tip just under his left eye.
I got his attention.

"Listen carefully. These two are under my protection. If even a sock
turns up missing I will come look for you. If a button should happen to
fall off of a shirt I will assume it's your fault and will come looking
for you. If either of them should accidentally fall and get even a
scratch I will figure that you had something to do with it and come
looking for you." His two friends had moved in close and I glared at one,
then the other. One backed away but the other one must have been feeling
frisky. I didn't say a word but slashed out and cut the front of his
shirt open from his left shoulder to his right hip and had the stiletto
back under Solomon's eye before anyone could blink an eye. I then used
the thin blade to slowly pop the top two buttons from Solomon's shirt
then slowly drug the tip down across his chest, grazing his nipple, and
allowing for a very thin red line appear.

"Any questions?" I asked quietly. He shook his head. "Do you believe me?"
He nodded his head. I let him go turned around than turned quickly back
and slammed my fist into his solar plexus and dropped him like the fat Ox
that he was. We carried Coot's stuff into the house where his Mamma had
been watching the interaction through the faded living room curtain. I
greeted her respectfully, explained why her son had the clothes and the
hundred dollars I'd given him. I also explained that if her oldest son
gave her the slightest lick of trouble to call me and the problem would
go away. On the way back to my car I explained that same situation to fat
ass who was still on the ground trying to breathe. He got the message.

Davis' mother was not at home so I gave him my business card if she, or
he and Coot needed my help in the future. I also told him I'd enjoy
spending time with them both next time I was in town if they were
interested. His smile followed by a deep throated kiss, as we stood in
his bedroom, were all the answer I needed. That and his hand at the front
of my jeans. I kissed his neck and he moaned loudly and shivered. I broke
way and looked at him.

"Is this safe?" He nodded his head and I immediately dropped to my knees,
undid his pants and pulled them down along with his boxers. He was
getting hard already and my mouth swallowing his cock got him to full on
wood status in a flash. I stroked his cock, pulling his foreskin all the
way over the head and sucking the elastic flesh like a nipple, then
retracting it with my lips pressed tight against the silky skin of his
cock head. My other hand was tugging on his smooth balls, an act that I'd
discovered the boy dearly loved.

"Oh God Leon," he moaned then added, "Do you want to fuck me before you
go?" I stood up and looked at the adorably cute blonde and asked again if
it was safe. He nodded his head, eyes half closed in lust. I nodded my
head and began to unbutton my jeans as Davis dropped his pants and
underwear to the floor and stepped out of them. He opened a drawer in the
belly high dresser that we were standing in front of, pulled out a small
bottle of lube and proceeded to smear his asshole. I'd gotten my jeans to
my knees and was going to take them off.

"No Leon, keep them on just like that." He smeared the length of my cock
then turned and bent over the dresser and reached behind himself and
peeled his narrow little butt cheeks open, revealing the shiny muscle of
his hole. "Right here Leon, just fuck me right here." I stepped up,
pushed his shirt up out of the way then held my rigid dick downward and
put it against his hole and pushed, the head slipping inside immediately.
Davis cried out and I stopped but he told me to keep going. Hands on his
hips, I pushed all the way inside of him.

"Fuck Leon I love having your cock in my ass," he groaned, his fingers
feeling around down there where our bodies were connected. "Fuck the shit
out of me Leon, make it hurt." I was a little stunned at those words but
sort of understood where the boy was coming from. I'd been there myself
when I was his age. I held on tight and slammed, rammed, crammed and
pounded my thick light brown cock into his tight little white asshole. It
was what he wanted and needed and judging from the sounds coming from his
mouth I guessed that he was getting his need met. As usual Davis screamed
when he came, his high pitched voice loud in the small bedroom. I
unleashed a torrent of sperm as his body convulsed the second time and
his asshole constricted against my dick.

As my balls finished draining I relaxed, moving slowly inside of the boy
and trying to keep the feelings going. I eventually stopped and leaned
forward, resting my upper body on his back. He reached behind himself and
touched me.

"That was fucking awesome Leon, thanks," he said after I'd pulled out of
him and we'd stood there in a deep throated kiss. "I kinda wanted to be
with you without Coot. I love him and all, we're best friends, but, I
dunno, I just needed it to be you and me." I kissed him again, this time
more tenderly and told him I understood completely. I reached inside my
wallet and pulled out my business card and scribbled a number on the
back.

"You can call me any time baby boy," I said, "and if you want to get
together without your friend then that's okay with me too." He smiled and
thanked then said he call just to day hello and I encouraged the boy to
do so. I pulled my jeans up and put myself back together. Davis stood
watching with his arms crossed in front of his chest, the t-shirt barely
coving his boyhood charms. I could and would end up spending time alone
with Davis but that's another story. We stood and held each other then
kissed one last time and I headed out of his room, Davis on my tail. We
kissed again at the door and I left, climbed into my rig and backed out
of his driveway and headed toward the freeway and from there North to a
regional meeting and the arms of an incredibly beautiful fourteen year
old Filipino boy.