Date: Fri, 30 Aug 2013 18:30:46 -0400
From: kyle garter <livinglife19@hotmail.com>
Subject: Witness Protection -- Chapter 9

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Witness Protection - Chapter 9

I took in Skeet's last words, "That was worth the wait son.  I'm surprised
you had any cum left following your afternoon with your boys."  As I had
been taught in U.S. Marshall training, I ensured that my facial expression
remained unchanged.  But inside, my heart pounded and I felt a sudden ache
in the pit of his stomach. I thought, "He knows.  How the fuck does he know
about it?"  Yet my expression remained unchanged, and I said nothing.

Skeet spoke again, "It's all good with me buddy.  I don't judge anyone just
as I don't want others to judge me.  Obviously, you don't want to talk
about it with me, but I am here if you ever want or need to discuss things.
I can tell you love those boys like they are your own flesh and blood."

I stood up and gathered up the three pairs of Speedos.  And then I looked
at Skeet with the same deadpan look and said, "That was great Skeet.  I
better run these swimsuits up to the boys and make sure they are awake.
Thanks again for getting these for us."  I turned to leave and then smiled
to myself as Skeet said, "You're welcome son."

The boys were just starting to rouse when I entered the room.  I wanted
desperately to dive into another play session, but thought twice about it
after Skeet's comments.  I placed all three Speedos in the dresser drawer
and got the boys up and dressed.  They bounded downstairs within ten
minutes as I suddenly was worried about the way Skeet would interpret
things amongst the three of us.

Skeet was still in his robe, and I worried that it would fly open at any
moment revealing his nakedness to the boys.  Luckily, Skeet kept his robe
closed and announced that we were making a trip into Manhattan for dinner
and an errand.  I was a little leery about going into the bigger city, but
I also knew they were relatively safe and probably had not been followed.
I also knew that I had my pistol with me if things got dicey.

After Skeet threw on some clothes, everybody piled into the pickup and we
drove into Manhattan.  It was a tight squeeze in the cab of the truck, and
I sat by the passenger door with the boys in between.  I quickly noted that
Skeet had to reach between Jeremy's legs every time he shifted the truck's
gears, and that made me the slightest bit uncomfortable.  It would have
seemed totally innocent had Skeet not made his comments to me earlier.
Perhaps I did need to talk to Skeet about things.  My protective nature was
kicking up a notch, but I reminded myself that Skeet was not the enemy; the
Columbians were the enemy.

I relaxed the rest of the way into the city, and thought what a little
compact family unit we looked like - three generations heading into the
city.  On the rather boring drive across the flat Kansas plains, I thought
about how truly happy I was with the boys in his life.  During this
downtime, I also let my mind slip back and think about my "real" life for
the first time in days.  I wondered how Heather was doing, but then
realized that I didn't really miss her at all.  I wondered about friends
and family, but knew that my life was on an altered path at this point.

My daydreams were interrupted by Kyle's poking finger in my thigh.  "Earth
to Jack, come in Jack," Said Kyle while smirking.  "Sorry guys, I was just
daydreaming," I responded.  Looking at the two precious boys to my left, I
smiled and realized that life had definitely taken a turn for the better.

Skeet pulled into a GameStop.  The boys' eyes lit up when Skeet announced
that he was buying an Xbox and a Wii system.  I tried to protest, but it
was in vain.  Like Skeet, I realized the boys would get bored on the farm
after the novelty of it wore off.  Against Skeet's wishes, I used some of
my cash to buy three games for each system.  The boys worked together well
in deciding which games to get.  I planned to steer them away from anything
violent, but the boys never even considered that genre - perhaps their past
experiences were still too fresh in their minds.

Dinner at Applebee's was uneventful.  I kept my eye on the door the entire
time, but nobody entered that was the least bit threatening.  The waitress
commented that I had "two good looking boys".  I beamed with pride when
Kyle said, "our dad is good looking too."  It wasn't the compliment on my
looks that brought the tear to my eye; it was being called "dad".

The first half of the drive home in the dark was filled with the excitement
of two boys talking about which game they would play first.  After some
discussion, they decided they would play soccer from the ESPN Sports
multi-pack of games.  After that was decided, they rode the final miles
listening to the radio.

I allowed the boys to play the Wii sports games until 11:00.  Skeet and I
had a few beers and cheered the boys on.  It was an Americana family
moment.  With some regret, the boys turned the game off and headed up to
brush their teeth.  I gave Skeet a big bear hug, and headed upstairs twenty
minutes later.  Both of the tuckered out boys were asleep in my bed when I
arrived.  After locking the door and rechecking the lock a second time, I
slid in between them and drifted off.

At 6:00, I awoke and dressed for my run.  Surprisingly, Skeet was not
awake, so I took the house key and diligently put in my six miles.  The
temperature was warmer, and my shorts were soaked through when I returned.
I walked in to find Kyle and Skeet sharing breakfast at the kitchen table.
Since Skeet was at the table with him, Kyle blushed when he looked down and
could see the outline of my cock through my shorts.  I followed Kyle's eyes
downward and pulled the clingy shorts away from my penis.  I looked at Kyle
and rolled my eyes as I grinned at him.

I asked, "Is Jeremy still sleeping?"  Kyle responded, "Too much Wii and he
stayed up too late too."  I grabbed some water while Skeet announced that
he was teaching Kyle how to drive the tractor that morning.  Skeet had
additional property two miles north, and he needed to plow that field.  It
seemed as if Kyle was not as excited about the prospect as Jeremy had been,
but he seemed willing to give it a try.

I waved goodbye to Kyle and Skeet as the tractor pulled out at 7:20 a.m.  I
had insisted that Kyle wear his baseball cap to alter his identity
somewhat.  Although I doubted that anyone knew of our whereabouts, I didn't
want to risk it.  Skeet had told me that it would be several hours, but
that they would be back by lunchtime.  I noted that there was less room for
Kyle to sit between Skeet's legs and I wondered if Kyle was going to enjoy
tractor driving lessons at all.  Maybe Kyle would think he was too old for
the lessons, but hopefully the thrill of driving would excite him.  I knew
that he was approaching that age where the allure of driving increased
exponentially with each passing year.

After locking the door, I headed upstairs to grab a shower.  Jeremy was
still sleeping soundly after I had exited the shower and toweled off.
Still naked, I slid back in between the sheets and joined the precious,
sleeping angel.  Jeremy was naked too, and I pulled him closer until there
was skin toughing skin.  I gently kissed the boy's eyelids until the sleepy
boy slowly opened his eyes.

"Good morning Sleepyhead," I said as I pulled back my head and admired how
beautiful Jeremy could look when coming out of a deep sleep.  With the
cutest little grin, Jeremy replied, "Good morning."  I explained that Kyle
had gone with Skeet to get a tractor driving lesson, and then asked Jeremy
if he wanted some breakfast.  "Maybe afterwards," Jeremy replied with a
slightly impish grin on his face.  Playing dumb, I asked, "After what?"
"After this," Jeremy replied while grabbing my throbbing boner.

I laid back and let the boy explore my morning wood.  My run had gotten me
extremely horny, and my pre-cum was flowing before the boy had even touched
my cock.  Jeremy leaned down to lick the sweet fluid from atop the
cockhead, and then I pulled the boy atop my body.  I had to lean upward and
then put the boy's extended legs over my shoulders, but we were able to get
into a modified 69 position and I thoroughly enjoyed the boy's delicate,
little penis while getting my own cockhead sucked.  This position resulted
in my nose and eyes being focused on the tiny pink hole that stirred my
lust.

I was overly excited from this angle, and it seemed like Jeremy was able to
engulf more of my hard cock this way too.  Jeremy had definitely moved
beyond the head of my penis, and I could feel my cock head filling the
opening to the boy's throat.  With every thrust, the tip would slip into
Jeremy's throat just a little bit.  Meanwhile, my own tongue was slipping
in and out of the boy's foreskin as I sucked Jeremy's cock and balls in
tandem. I realized at that moment that I had never been more turned on
sexually than I was right then.

As I focused my tongue on the underside of the two-inch, rock-hard boy
spike, Jeremy starting shaking and experienced his first orgasm of the
morning.  During the dry cum, the boy relaxed completely and his throat
unexpectedly opened completely.  Expecting to hit the back of the boy's
throat with my cockhead during a thrust, I was surprised when another inch
or two slid into the suddenly open air pipe.  The tightness of the small
throat encased my rock hard cock, and I felt an extra jolt of pleasure
pulse from my cock and down through my low-hanging nuts.  As the boy's
orgasm subsided, I slid my cock back out of the tight throat.

Following the boy's orgasm, I raised my focus upward to the tiny pink love
slit between the boy's tight ass cheeks.  It was amazing that the normal
size of his hole was comparable to my smallest fingernail before
stimulation.  While Jeremy continued to nurse on the pre-cum flowing from
my cockhead, I began to gently lick the sweet boy hole.  As my tongue
entered the inner folds of the boy's sweet hole, Jeremy spread his legs
wider to accommodate the welcome licking.

I could have happily licked that hole all morning while the boy greedily
licked my big cock. But, after about ten minutes, I reached over to the
nightstand and grabbed the Vaseline jar.  I greased up my middle finger and
placed the tip against the small, pink opening.  With gentle pressure, I
slid the finger in inch by inch.  When I located the small prostate inside,
I began to gently flick it.  Within seconds, the boy atop me began to shake
and wiggle, and I was rewarded with the boy opening his throat once more.
This time, it felt as if my cock got even further into the boy's windpipe
and the pressure was even more intense.  By the time the boy came down from
his high, I was fighting to hold off my own orgasm.

I then pulled my finger out and greased up both my middle and index
fingers.  It was a tighter fit when I reentered Jeremy's tight hole, but I
started to work them in with a bit of force.  The boy did not make a sound
as he continued to gobble down the copious amounts of pre-cum being fed to
him.  I was so fucking horny at that point that I knew I was producing a
ton of sweet nectar.  As I pushed deeper with my two fingers, there was
increased resistance as the boy's ass reluctantly expanded to the wider
girth.  As my knuckles pushed past the tiny sphincter, Jeremy actually made
a sound.  It was a cross between a coo and a moan, but it was definitely a
sound of love.

"Are you okay?" I asked as I stopped my fingers from going deeper inside
the small boy's hole.  A muffled "uh huh" was all I got in return as Jeremy
continued sucking my cock.  When I had gotten both fingers all the way
inside the boy, I used both of them to gently rub and tickle the small
prostate.  While doing so, I got Jeremy's small uncut penis back in my
mouth and licked the length of the shaft.  On cue, I was rewarded with a
violent series of shakes that sent the boy into his most intense orgasm
yet.  I loved being the maestro for Jeremy's orgasms, and I loved giving
him such incredible pleasure.

With my expert manipulation and steady oral assault, Jeremy's orgasm lasted
for two minutes.  And, with each thrust of my own cock, I could feel more
of it inside of the boy's open throat.  The tightness of the opening on my
cock, the thrill of having two fingers deep inside the perfect boy butt,
and the small hooded boy spike in my mouth was too much.  By fucking just a
few inches in and out of the boy's throat, I shot a hot stream of man cum
into the depths of the boy.  My own orgasm seemed to go on and on as the
pure pleasure of the moment overwhelmed all of my senses.

When I slid his cock out of Jeremy's throat, the boy gasped for breath.  I
had been so involved with his own orgasm, that I had forgotten the boy
needed to breathe!  Quickly pulling my fingers from the boy's butt, I
twirled Jeremy around and pulled him into my arms.  "Are you okay?  I am so
sorry," I said as I coddled the tiny boy.  Jeremy just looked up at me and
grinned.  "That was so cool.  You didn't hurt me Jack.  You would never
hurt me because you love me."  The boy was right; I did love him.  I showed
him with a long, passionate kiss while holding him tightly in my arms.

I rubbed the angelic boy's face and said, "Ready for some breakfast, silly
boy?"  Without missing a beat, Jeremy replied, "I think I just had it."
"Very funny," I said as I stood up and pulled on my boxer briefs.  Jeremy
was going to pick up his Spiderman underwear, but I beat him to them.  I
held out the legs as Jeremy stepped into one leg opening and then the
other.  Savoring the vision before me, I slowly pulled the underwear up,
and then looked down at this perfect boy.  I rubbed my hands over the
cotton-covered ass, and then gave it a playful swat before sending the boy
downstairs.

After a bowl of cereal, the two of us went back upstairs.  We decided to
lie down on the bed, side by side while still in our underwear.  Jeremy
rolled atop me, straddled my body, and nuzzled his head into my chest.  I
smiled to myself, completely content as I lazily rubbed the boy's back.  As
I lowered my hand to caress the soft material of the Spiderman underwear, I
felt the boy's little stiffie grow between our bodies.  I was already rock
hard; I knew that another round of play was imminent.

Jeremy raised his head and looked into my eyes.  He asked, "Can we try it?"
I replied, "We can try whatever you want to try.  What are you talking
about?"  Jeremy smirked a bit and then said, "Kyle told me all about what
comes next.  I want to try it with you Jack.  I want you to do me.  Kyle
told me it has a bad name and that I shouldn't say it."  I lay motionless
as I pondered what the boy was asking.

I had eventually hoped to fuck Jeremy, but I wasn't sure that the boy could
handle it.  Hell, I thought it would hurt for me to receive anal sex.  But
then again, Jeremy really got off when his prostate was stroked.  Wouldn't
fucking just be a further extension of that stroking feeling?  God knows it
would feel terrific for me, but I would hate myself if I hurt the boy.  My
mind was reeling as I attempted to weigh the pros and the cons.

Jeremy broke me from my trance.  "Can we Jack?" he asked.  "I dunno buddy.
That would feel good for me, but I'm afraid it would be too painful for
you," I replied.  Jeremy countered, "But you put two fingers in me and I
liked that.  I know your dick is bigger than just two fingers, but I at
least want to try."  Knowing that we had ample time, I looked into those
gorgeous pleading eyes and said, "Okay, we can try.  But, you need to let
me know if it hurts too much and you want me to stop."

Jeremy's eyes lit up.  I had him sit upright on my stomach so I could just
stare at him for a minute.  His tiny nipples were pointed outward like two
miniature bullets.  His rock hard boy cock pushed his Spiderman underwear
outwards.  His small, smooth, delicate waist begged to be touched, so I
caressed it.  I loved the softness of his skin.

I pulled Jeremy down into a long, tender kiss.  Reaching down, I rubbed his
tight ass through his underwear.  It was so tiny and so tight, and now I
was going to potentially get inside of it.  The thought excited me to no
end.  I reached inside of his underwear and felt the tight little boy
crack.  My finger felt the small hole and slipped in just a little.  I felt
the tightness around my fingernail as we kissed more passionately.  If his
ass was that tight on my finger, it would feel like a vice on my cock.
Jeremy was rubbing his cock against his underwear and my stomach as we
continued to kiss.

I pulled my finger out of his tight hole and slowly started to wiggle the
boy's underwear downward while maintaining our kiss.  I had to break the
kiss to get him totally naked but then got him back on top of me and
started kissing again.  I wanted this to be passionate and memorable for
him.  We kissed a few more minutes before he broke the kiss and started to
lick down my neck.  He licked down to my waistline, and I raised my butt as
he lowered my boxer briefs.  He looked at the huge wet spot on the front of
my briefs that was a result of our kissing.  Looking up, Jeremy said, "What
a waste."  I smiled at him, and he giggled.

Jeremy scooted over and grabbed the jar of Vaseline from the nightstand.
He handed it to me.  "I'm ready," he proclaimed.  It was the moment of
truth.  Was I really prepared for this?  I could convince myself that up
until now, it had all been innocent fun - just some kissing, and licking,
and finger play.  But, this act would cross thresholds that neither Jeremy
nor I had ever crossed before.  He would be losing my virginity, and I
would be losing my virginity with a male.

Before these two angelic boys entered my life, I had never considered such
an action.  I had no attraction to men or boys.  I had never considered
anal sex with Heather or any of the other females I had slept with before
her.  So then, why had I become so fascinated with the tight assholes of
these two perfect boy specimens?  Why were my dreams composed of erotic
scenes where I fucked the boys senseless?  Why did I savor the flavor of
their tight holes and so desperately want to bury my tongue, and ultimately
my cock inside their sweet, soft butt cheeks?

I took the Vaseline jar from Jeremy's hand and validated the confirmation
that he was ready to try this experiment.  Now, I realized that I really
didn't know how to proceed.  I had no idea what position to try or if one
position would potentially hurt more than another.  It truly was the blind
leading the blind.

Rolling Jeremy over onto his stomach, I pulled out a good-sized glob of the
petroleum jelly with my middle finger.  Jeremy was still fairly lubricated
from our earlier play session, but I added more Vaseline.  Although I knew
the location of his prostate by heart, I rubbed it with my finger to make
sure of its exact location.  Jeremy involuntarily shook, but not to the
point of an orgasm.

I turned to my cock next.  Using the Vaseline, I lubricated my leaking
cock.  It was leaking profusely.  Like Pavlov's dog, my cock was drooling
uncontrollably at the site of a tender morsel.  I looked down at my cock,
and then at the miniature hole before me.  It seemed unlikely that the two
could somehow create a union that was beneficial or enjoyable for both
parties.  I know I am not the hugest guy in the world, but it literally
seemed like an impossible task for the boy's tight hole to accommodate my
cock.

It didn't help that I was more excited than I had ever been in my life.  My
cock seemed to have grown an inch as it spewed its sweet drool in
anticipation of entering the boy.  My mind was racing, and we hadn't even
started.  If the act was anywhere near as good as the anticipation, I could
very nearly pass out in mid-fuck.

I rolled Jeremy over on his back; he was lying across the bed sideways.  I
figured I would lift his legs upward and leave his back and shoulders on
the bed to start.  That way, I could see his face and judge how he was
handling my cock's entry into his lithe body.  Once more, I asked if he was
ready, and he assured me he was.

Standing next to the bed, I took his small calves in my hands and lifted
him upwards.  His small butt moved towards my cock and lined up perfectly.
Spreading his legs wider, the small hole opened wider and took the shape of
a small, pink circle.  It actually looked a bit bigger than before, and I
hoped there would be the chance of getting at least partially inside of him
without ripping him apart.

Looking up to Jeremy's face, I saw a combination of apprehension and
desire.  I knew he really wanted this to be a successful interlude.  He
wanted desperately to please me and he also wanted to accomplish something
that "big boys" do.  Yet, the fear of the unknown also registered on his
adorable face.

I edged my hips forward and felt the soaking tip of my cockhead touch his
hole.  Looking downward, I watched the tip of the head begin to slowly
penetrate the well-lubricated opening.  Moving cautiously, I edged in a bit
at a time until the head of my cock was inside.  It was tight.  It was much
tighter than I had even imagined in my dreams, and this had certainly been
a prevalent and very vivid dream of mine the past few nights.

Jeremy didn't grimace, and he didn't make a sound.  His expression remained
essentially the same.  Since Jeremy didn't protest, I waited a few seconds
and then edged in a bit more.  I figured the slower I went, the easier it
would be for Jeremy to acclimate to my cock's invasion.  Meanwhile,
Jeremy's boy cock was rock hard.  Obviously, he was enjoying the experience
as well, so I slowly dove deeper.

The vice-like grip of his ass on my cock was mind-blowing.  It was
exponentially tighter than anything I had ever fucked before, and the
feeling was incredible.  That his tiny boy rectum could accommodate my
girth was stunning.  I wouldn't want to feel anything that thick up my ass,
yet Jeremy was handling the girth without shedding a tear.

I'd estimate that my cock was about three inches in when it hit the
roadblock.  Until then, Jeremy's anal tunnel had gradually expanded to
accept my forward progress.  I used a series of mini back and forth
movements to try to get past the obstruction.  This felt really good for me
- pressure on all sides of my shaft and now an obstruction in front of my
cockhead.  It wasn't all-out fucking, but it was definitely a toned down
version of the act.  As I hit the obstruction on my sixth inward jab,
Jeremy started to shake violently.  His orgasm forced his small body to
convulse on my dick and the feeling was incredible.  It felt as if a
hundred little fingers were all playing with my cock at the same time.  I
could have shot my load in a heartbeat, but I was determined to make this
first time last longer.

The other thing that happened during Jeremy's intense orgasm was the sound.
Whereas Jeremy was nearly always silent during our play sessions, he was
not during this orgasm.  With high-pitched grunts and squeals, the sound of
his orgasm filled the room.  He was not yelling, but he was definitely
making noises that reflected the pleasure he was experiencing.

I continued my mini-thrusts over and over.  Each time I thrust forward, I
would hit the obstruction inside his ass, which I now realized was Jeremy's
prostate.  My fucking action and the associated prostate bumping prolonged
Jeremy's orgasm, or series of orgasms.  His high-pitched noises were
driving me mad, and I picked up my speed.

We were able to continue this partial fucking for about fifteen minutes.  I
repeatedly fucked the first three inches of my shaft in and out of his
tight hole.  During that time, Jeremy never stopped shaking from his series
of orgasms.  His small boy dick jerked continuously and his eyes were
rolled backwards into his head.  He was in a state of complete bliss as his
whole body reacted to his altered state.  It looked like he had entered an
altered state where his body accepted my penis while his mind went into
another dimension.

Finally, my hope for any further control over the situation was lost.  I
erupted and had an orgasm like I had never experienced in my life.  My
orgasm seemed to last for minutes, although I know that was not possible.
Every hair on my body was standing on edge as I filled the boy with my
seed.  Finally, I came down from my high, and Jeremy finally seemed to
return to normal.  His eyes came back into focus and his body began to
settle down.  A big grin formed on his lips.

I slowly started to ease my cock out of his hole.  Even though I had the
most intense orgasm of my life, I remained mostly hard.  With a small plop,
the cockhead was released from the tight hole.  As I lowered the boys legs,
a mixture of my cum and a small amount of blood began to seep from Jeremy's
sweet hole.  Using my finger as a stopper, I picked the boy up and carried
him to the toilet.  He released his bowels as I started to pour a bath.

As he sat on the stool, I asked, "Are you okay?"  He replied, "I'm more
than okay.  That was the best thing to happen to me ever."  I told him, "Me
too.  The best thing that happened to me ever times a hundred."  When he
was finished on the stool, I lifted him up and he wrapped his legs around
me.  We kissed deeply.  Reluctantly, I broke the kiss and lowered him into
the tub.

I scrubbed Jeremy.  From head to toe, I cleansed my boy.  His ass was
tender, but I lovingly got it clean.  The warmth of the bath, the late
night Wii session, and the series of body-shaking orgasms had nearly
exhausted him.  I joined him in the tub and leaned him over the side to
inspect his somewhat battered boy hole more closely.  It was somewhat
swollen, but was no longer bleeding.  I inserted my tongue to soothe it and
Jeremy let out a soft coo.

I could have gone another round, but I knew the boy was exhausted.  I got
out and dried off, and then I helped dry Jeremy off as well.  I carried him
to my bed, where he belonged.  Jeremy's droopy eyes were barely open by the
time we crawled back into the bed.  We were both asleep within minutes.
------------------------------------------------ Meanwhile, at the north
pasture, Kyle was learning to drive the tractor.  Whereas Jeremy had only
gotten to sit on Skeet's lap and steer, Kyle actually got to shift the
gears and drive.  Skeet had given him several pointers, and then he stood
behind Kyle and let him drive.

Kyle had several missteps with the clutch at first.  He was nervous, and
that would cause the tractor to lurch forward at times.  Skeet had to hold
on to both Kyle and the back of the tractor's seat to maintain his balance.
As Kyle got the hang of driving, Skeet instructed the boy on the process of
making rows by lowering the plow.

On a water break, Skeet could tell how proud the boy was of his efforts.
With Skeet's guidance, Kyle had actually done a decent job.  Skeet enjoyed
mentoring and teaching the boy.  They had stopped near the one clump of
trees on the far edge of the property.  Kyle shyly asked, "Um Skeet, where
do I go pee?"  Skeet chuckled and said there were a number of trees he
could use.  "Follow me, I have to go too," Skeet said.

They walked over to the trees and Skeet unzipped his fly and started to let
loose with a powerful stream of piss.  Kyle stood beside him and unzipped
as well.  Under the rim of his baseball cap, Kyle discreetly checked out
Skeet's penis.  It looked big to Kyle, and he could see that it was uncut
as the piss shot out of the foreskin.  Kyle was unable to piss, and then he
got hard as he checked out Skeet a bit more.

Skeet noticed the boy wasn't pissing, and thought he may be "piss shy"
around others.  Glancing to his left, Skeet noticed the ball cap and that
the boy couldn't see his own face.  As Skeet finished his piss, he looked
down and saw Kyle's small penis at full attention.  A smile crossed Skeet's
face, and then a jolt of blood shot down into his own cock.  It plumped up
and was more fully engorged, yet not all the way hard.

Kyle continued to check out Skeet's cock beneath the brim of his cap.  His
own dick was rock hard, and he wanted to stroke it.  Skeet finished
pissing.  In a way, Kyle hoped that Skeet would zip up and leave Kyle alone
so he could piss.  In another way, he hoped that Skeet wanted to fool
around.  Kyle closed his eyes for a minute and tried hard to push out some
pee.  No pee.  He opened his eyes, and it seemed as if Skeet's dick was
even bigger.  "Was Skeet getting hard," Kyle wondered?  Just as Kyle had an
inkling of hope that he might get to play with the older man, Skeet was
tucking his full cock back in his jeans.

Skeet zipped up and started to leave.  When he got behind Kyle, Skeet
squatted down, reached around the boy, and took the boy's hard cock in his
large hand.  "Relax son, and let it flow," Skeet said in a husky voice.
And, somehow Kyle did relax enough to shoot a steady stream of piss onto
the trunk of a nearby cottonwood tree.  A quiet sigh escaped Kyle's lips,
and Skeet responded with, "Feels good to let it go, huh?"  Kyle replied,
"It feels really good," as he looked down at the older man's large hand
encircling his boy cock.

All too soon, the boy finished pissing.  Skeet shook off the last few drops
and started to pull his hand away.  Much to Skeet's delight, Kyle's hand
went over the top of Skeet's hand to keep it on the hard penis.  "I'm not
done yet, Skeet," Kyle said.  "Oh, I thought you were," Skeet replied.
Skeet waited for about 20 seconds, before realizing the boy really was
finished pissing.  Ever so slightly, Skeet started a slow jerking motion.

When Kyle didn't object, Skeet started to exaggerate the motions a bit
more.  All the sudden, Kyle started to moan rather noticeably.  Obviously,
the boy was enjoying the attention.  In a low voice, Skeet asked, "You like
that Kyle?"  The boy responded, "It feels really good Skeet."  "Yeah, I
know it does buddy," Skeet said in a raspy voice.  Skeet continued the
stroking motion for a minute more, and then Kyle abruptly moved Skeet's
hand away.

Skeet was thinking that the fun was over way too soon - the boy must have
gotten scared about fooling around.  But, Skeet was wrong.  Kyle turned
around and reached out for Skeet's crotch.  Skeet looked down to see the
small hand lower the zipper and unsnap the button atop his jeans.  As
Skeet's pants fell around his knees, his hard cock was free since he was
going commando.

Without trepidation, Kyle raised his small hand and encircled the older
man's uncut cock.  Kyle slid the skin back and forth over Skeet's cock
head, and Skeet responded with a low moan.  Kyle quickly bent over and took
several inches of Skeet's penis into his small, hot mouth.  "Oh shit,"
Skeet muttered as he felt the tight mouth begin to explore his foreskin and
cockhead.

Skeet had been with boys before, but never one this young.  The fact that
Kyle hadn't even entered puberty yet made the encounter even more forbidden
and thrilling.  Skeet looked up to the blue skies above him as the small,
hot tongue explored under his foreskin while a small hand gently massaged
his low-hanging nuts.

Of course Skeet had been under the assumption that Jack and the boys were
playing, but he hadn't known for sure.  He had checked the doors of both
Jack's and the boys' room many times, and they were always locked until
that one fateful afternoon following his trip into Manhattan to buy the
Speedos.  That afternoon, he snuck upstairs and checked the doors as usual.
To his surprise, the door to Jack's room was not locked.  Ever so slowly,
Skeet opened the door and the splendid view before him took his breath
away.  There was Jack, naked and asleep between the two naked boys.  Skeet
closed the door and snuck back downstairs.

And now, Skeet was enjoying a surprisingly enjoyable blowjob from Kyle.
The boy obviously knew what he was doing - no teeth, nice suction, and a
focus on pleasing the recipient.  "Jack must love getting these blow jobs
all the time," Skeet thought as the boy continued his oral assault on
Skeet's throbbing cock.  After ten minutes, Skeet could feel cum boiling in
his balls and knew that his orgasm was moments away.  "Hold up a minute
buddy, maybe I should return the favor a bit before I shoot," Skeet said to
the little cocksucker.

Skeet begrudgingly pried the boy's hot mouth off of his own raging boner.
Looking down, he saw that Kyle's small penis was still sticking out of the
zipper opening of his jeans - it was hard and looked perfectly delicious.
Skeet reached down and unbuttoned the top button of the jeans, and then he
pushed the jeans and small, tight briefs down to the boy's ankles.  Lifting
the boy under his arms, Skeet placed him on the second step of the tractor
so that the boy was approximately five feet off the ground.

Skeet didn't have to lean over very far to get his mouth near the boy's
crotch.  He took in the mouthwatering site that lay before him - the
hairless boy crotch, the stiff little penis that he could only describe as
perfect in every way, and the two small boy balls that clung close to the
boy's body.  Skeet looked up and smiled at Kyle's face before lowering his
head and delicately running the tip of his tongue across the boy's small
cockhead.  The taste buds on Skeet's tongue danced from the delicious
flavor of the small cock.  Skeet lowered himself a bit further and took the
entire cock in his mouth.

Kyle's cock was much smaller than any cock he had ever sucked, yet Skeet
found himself to be incredibly turned on.  His nose pressed into the small,
bare pubic bone - a pubic bone that had not been shaved like those on so
many of his swim team.  This boy was naturally smooth, and that fact made
Skeet even hornier.  Skeet lowered his right hand to his own cock and was
not surprised to find a long stream of pre-cum dribbling downward onto the
freshly plowed dirt below.  The sun above created a warm and embracing
climate for the entire ordeal.

Skeet moved on from tasting to sucking Kyle's beautiful little cock.  He
began to apply steady, rhythmic suction to the boy's penis while
occasionally lowering his tongue to lap at the small balls below. Only a
few seconds passed before Skeet heard the loud moan escape Kyle's lips.
Below him, the boy started to wiggle all over the tractor step, and Skeet
slid his hands under the boy's butt so it would not get scraped up.  Skeet
then realized the boy had had a dry cum.  This fascinated Skeet as he had
never been with a pre-pubescent lad before.

With much determination, Skeet sucked the boy to four more dry orgasms.
Each time, the moans got louder and the boy shook more violently.  Skeet
was already mastering exactly how to work his tongue over the tip of the
boy's cockhead while sucking in order to ensure a more intense orgasm.
Skeet's own cock was throbbing, but he was unable to show it any attention
with both hands planted below the boy's tender ass globes.

After the boy's fifth dry blast, Skeet used his hands to raise the boy's
ass and lick lower.  The boy did not resist, so Skeet implanted the tip of
his tongue in Kyle's hot asshole.  The boy had been sweating on the
tractor, and the musky combination of sweat mixed with the inner lining of
the boy's hole to produce an exotic taste.  The sun was beating down on
them more as Skeet plowed his tongue deeper into the inner sanctum of the
boy's butt.  This time, Kyle moaned even louder and Skeet realized the
immense pleasure he was giving the boy.  Skeet was caught off-guard when
the boy had another dry orgasm as a result of Skeet's oral backdoor
assault.  Skeet was still enjoying himself when, the small hands started
pushing Skeet's head away from the tender, young butthole.

"Skeet, can I suck you off now?" asked Kyle with a sheepish grin.  "I'd
love that, but only if you want to Kyle," Skeet replied.  Kyle shook his
head and Skeet took the boy in his arms and lowered him to the ground.
Kyle sat on the lower step which placed his head directly in front of
Skeet's drooling cock.  "Mmm," Kyle moaned as he leaned forward and let the
stream of dripping pre-cum hit his tongue.  Skeet watched and realized that
the boy was likely enjoying this as much as he himself was.  Kyle lapped at
the flow of daddy nectar as he focused on Skeet's dickhead and piss slit.
Skeet marveled at the expert lapping by the young boy.  Finally satiated
with pre-cum, Kyle took more of Skeet's shaft into his mouth and began
sucking with a purpose.  A low, bear-like moan rose from Skeet's diaphragm
as he neared his climax.  "Fuck, fuck, fuck," Skeet shouted as he delivered
a healthy load into Kyle's throat while fighting hard to maintain his
balance.  Like a pro, Kyle swallowed every drop and then proceeded to lick
the man's shaft, foreskin, and cockhead clean.  Skeet smiled down at the
boy and then pulled him into a standing position.

"Thanks buddy, that was incredible," Skeet told the boy.  "I think we've
plowed enough for today.  Let's head home."

Skeet and Kyle rearranged their clothes and climbed back aboard the
tractor.  Kyle felt the strong hand on his shoulder as he thought about
Skeet's beautiful uncut cock.  He drove the tractor with much more
confidence as the man's hand gently rubbed his shoulder.  Kyle felt safe
and loved as the warm sun beat down on him on the drive back to the farm.

To be continued?