Date: Mon, 19 May 2008 16:43:35 -0700 (PDT)
From: Charles Rascal <charles.rascal@yahoo.com>
Subject: Tyrone - Part Two

Tyrone was moving his hips up and down, thrusting his hard black cock
straight up into the air. Lying flat on my bed, a very familiar place for
him to be, I could hear him breathing hard. I was lying beside him, also
nude, and masturbating him -- as he raised up and went back down, I held
on, so that he was masturbating himself, in a way, while I held on to his
eleven-year-old cock, my hand helping move the loose outer skin up and down
and the foreskin over his big head and back again, revealing the beautiful
pinkish-brown head and some of the underside of his foreskin. Up and down,
up and down, faster and faster, he thrust, and, faster and faster, I rubbed
his young cock up and down. His head was big, much like mine, and the long
piss slit was slightly open, his body's reaction to the incredible sexual
feelings he was feeling. My hand almost slid off from all the pre-cum he
was making. I swung around so I could switch hands so I could eat the
pre-cum that was covering my hand and sticking my fingers together.

Man! I loved his pre-cum even more than his cum. I don't know why but it
had a special flavor to it that was so good or maybe it was because I knew
we were still in the throes of getting him off and it was a symbol of
engaging in sex not in exploding into the final act (though I never
complained about that).

The cameras were running, of course, although no one had ordered this
scenario yet, but we'd be sure and let our distributor know so he could
market it. This was really for us to watch ourselves or for us to show a
house guest. Tyrone had mentioned a white boy at his school, a neighbor kid
named Rod.

"Rod?" I had asked. "Does Rod have a nice rod?"

Tyrone had giggled, something he didn't do much. But he said, sort of
shyly, "I guess so. I've seen him in the shower. God, I stared at it enough
that one day it started to grow and he quickly turned around. He looks at
mine all the time, so I think it was only turn-about-fair-play!"

"Well, I shouldn't make fun of his name. It's actually a pretty hot name,
sounds like a movie star."

"Oh, I think he could be some day. Let's have in one of our movies, Daddy!"

Although I was obviously concentrating on Tyrone, I began to think of Rod
and the two of them together, hell, the three of us together. Two
eleven-year-old cocks at once. One white, one black, the two little boys
engaged in a 69, in fucking, in kissing, in mutual masturbation. The
possibilities! Nice! Already I called Tyrone's young cock my favorite toy
in the whole house. I doubted that Rod's would take first place, but it
might be nice to have another popular toy! And, with Rod living only a
couple of blocks away, surely we could manage some after-school fun that
would be better that pick-up basketball or doing homework.

Tyrone tensed up, arching his back up, his cock firmly in my hand, aiming
at the ceiling, and I knew he was going to come. "Daddy," he cried, "I'm
cumming!" Before he could say it a second time, an amazing spurt of cum
shot into the air and splashed in my hair, on my nude back, and on his
chest and abdomen. More spurts followed, landing all over the place, as he
began to relax just a bit, slowly lowering himself to the bed. I continued
to masturbate him, giving him that wonderful/awful feeling afterward when
he wanted me to stop touching his now-super-sensitive cock head, yet he
could not get enough of his white daddy's hand job he loved so much.

"I'm a fucking mess," I teased him, leaning over to lick some of his cum
just above his silky black bush. "Ummmm," I said, continuing to lick.

"Oh, Jesus, Daddy, that was so good! So good!" He leaned up, and gently
pulled up my head, and gave me some quick tongue and murmured something I
couldn't understand.

"What'd you say, baby?"

"I said 'Thank you, Daddy,' and I don't just mean for beating me off, I
mean for everything, for loving me so and taking such good care of me and
fucking my ass, and cumming deep inside me, and letting me drink your cum
from your big white cock and for sucking off my black boy dick and....."

I laughed. "I feel just the same way about you, baby. I'm so very glad we
hooked up. So very, very glad.."

I didn't even bother to clean him up any more or wipe any of his cum out of
my hair. I finally let go of his cock, still hard, still warm, almost hot,
to the touch, and scooted up my pillow and pulled him close to me, holding
him in my arms, stroking his wonderful short, wool-like hair, kissing him
quietly on the forehead, and holding him close to me, our sweat and his cum
making us a moist couple of guys with big cocks -- and big grins on our
faces.

We fell asleep, Tyrone in my arms, holding on to me, snuggled up against
me. I was on my back and he was on his side, his still-wet cock pushing
into my thigh. We slept, knowing we were deeply in love and that we were
near the beginning of a long, long wonderful sexual relationship that was
so satisfying and so hot for both of us.

We were each getting what we wanted: He wanted a man, a real man, a white
man with a furry chest, a big cock, a man who would work that monster cock
up his ass almost daily. He had a white daddy who loved him and who fucked
him and sucked him. And it was wonderful.

And I got what I wanted: A young black boy, barely hitting puberty, with a
nice big black cock that he eagerly shared with me, letting me suck it and
jack it off, and lick and kiss it. A young boy who looked even younger than
his eleven years who had fallen in love with me and made me so very happy.

I knew that Tyrone needed to get home. We had to clean him up first, get
him back in his clothes, and, after tucking some money in the waistband of
the jock he'd worn instead of briefs, he'd be on his way. At home, he'd
hide the money - I'd build him a box he nailed way up inside his closet and
he'd stick the bills in there, then take them out every month or so, count
them, bring them to me, and we'd go shopping for something for his room at
my house. It was like a dream palace for a young boy - all the high-tech
stuff you could imagine, as well as the biggest collection of hard-core
porn that any 11-year-old on the planet surely owned. He had a nice bed
there but he was rarely in it, except when we decided to play daddy /
little boy and he let me slide in under his covers and kiss him and talk
baby talk to him and then, still talking about my widdle boy, I'd slide my
not-so-widdle cock up his black ass.

But Tyrone had to get home because it was his turn to get fucked by his dad
and he'd damn well better not be late. Tyrone's mom was at a church women's
meeting and his dad didn't want to waste a minute. He'd fucked Tyrone's
sister that morning, he told me, and he could hear her moaning only minutes
after their mom left the house. His dad seemed as horny as I was, if that
was possible. He was always, always fucking one of his three kids, taking
turns, and, besides, fucking his wife, pounding her pussy a couple or three
times a week too. Man, the cum that came out of that man must have been by
the bucket load.

Tyrone would tell me in rich details of the sex he had with his father. He
enjoyed it and he loved his father but he preferred me, partly because he
had a thing for white men and partly because I didn't whip him with a belt
when he misbehaved. These days, if he didn't get his daddy off and suddenly
they heard the mom coming in through the garage, the dad would be furious
and would yank the belt out of his slacks and bring it down hard on
Tyrone's bare ass. The very act was enough to make his daddy shoot and
Tyrone had to lick the cum up off the floor and lick his daddy's cock
clean, in a big rush, so they'd be presentable when she came
upstairs. Fortunately, she liked her TV a little too much, so she often
yelled a hello then went into the living room, but they couldn't take a
chance, so the dad couldn't be sure he'd be safe if he had Tyrone sit on
his lap and had him ride his big horse cock. Tyrone would be disappointed
too and he sure didn't like getting beaten with the belt, but in a way it
was also a turn-on for him especially when he could see his daddy's big
thick cock dripping - I mean, dripping! - pre-cum all over Tyrone's
floor. His brother and sister would stand in the doorway and the sister
would be masturbating herself as the belt came down on her brother's bare
bottom. Their brother, his cock hard and dripping too, would guide her hand
to him, to masturbate him while he watched. Soon, there would be not just
some drops on that part of the floor, but a splash, then a puddle, of cum
that the daddy would make his daughter get down and lick clean.

Tyrone was a happy boy. He made good grades in school because the
frustration that most boys his age felt, their cocks always hard, always
leaking pre-cum, always wanting to be stuck somewhere in someone somehow,
was absent in his life. He went home after school and sucked his daddy
off. If his daddy was fucking his sister, he sucked his brother off. If his
brother wanted it, and he often did, he sucked Tyrone off. Then Tyrone
might watch his brother fuck his sister or watch his daddy, finished with
his sister, and still wanting and needing more, shoved his pussy-slimy cock
up into his brother's ass.

And, then, of course, there was me. Tyrone's daddy and mommy were grateful
for me. I provided Tyrone with some little bit of employment. I had a big
old house that always needed something done to it that even a young boy
could do - cleaning, painting, helping me with some carpentry, with yard
work -- but, mostly, his time spent with me involved hot, hours-long gay
man/boy sex. And he got paid for it! He didn't really care about the money,
especially since were making a killing on selling the videos, but he had to
show something when he got home. And he always came home, cleaned up, the
sweat gone, the cum gone, nothing dripping out of his ass, no crust of cum
on his lips or chin, no wayward wet cum spots in his hair. No, we did a
thorough inspection and a calm, soft-penis boy rode his bike home, money in
his pocket for his chores, whistling, thinking of homework, and TV shows,
and video games, and how it felt to have my cock all the way up his ass,
making him grab a hold of the head board rails, moan and cry out, and say,
with tears in his eyes, "Jesus! Jesus! Fuck me, oh, my god, fuck me,
daddy!"

This day, he had another thought. The idea of including Rod in some of his
adventures with me sounded good. He knew Rod would never figure in his
father's sex life. He seemed very content to be fucking four members of his
family, two male and two female, three of whom were years under the legal
limit and his own biological children. No, Rod would be his and mine. And
he smiled, as he pulled the bike into their garage, at how he planned a
slow seduction of this cute little white boy. It would be tantalizing, a
word I'd taught him recently and demonstrated it daily.

Even he couldn't believe he got hard thinking about it, after what he'd
been through. Just as he parked his bike, his father came to the garage
door leading to the kitchen. "The bitch is gone to her lady's circle
meeting. Come on upstairs. I got me some ass to fuck, boy!"

Tyrone's ass, he swore, began to twitch at the thought of getting fucked by
his own father for the millionth time. And he never, never, never got tired
of having his father's big arms around him as he took the big, thick cock
up his ass. Never!