Date: Tue, 10 Aug 2010 07:52:23 -0700 (PDT)
From: Friedrich Craig <fitchboy@att.net>
Subject: Trained By The Best part 8
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Trained By The Best
Part 8
Damn, this is going to be good. Squirt's in the pool,
his hole cleaned out and then primed with two loads of my
scum and now Rog and three of his team mates are here with
their dicks getting hard just thinking about using the
little bitch. It's finally my turn to `play poker with the
guys' without being the bitch who gets poked. If the old
man knew what was really going on here he never would have
let me out of the house, or he would have demanded he come
along for the party. No fucking way I'm gonna share my
pussy boy with him. It's cool to be playin' poker with Rog
and his buds but there's no fuckin' way I'm gonna let the
old man in on this.
I spent a couple of hours on my knees in the living
room at home, thinking up a story to get that shit head to
let me go today. A while after he fucked my face and
pissed down my throat, I had to piss myself so he brings me
a beer pitcher he swiped from his last favorite bar and
hands it to me. After I empty my dick into the pitcher he
tells me to drink it. I filled and drained that damn thing
two more times; my piss getting more rank each time. Then
he comes in the room and tells me it's almost lunch time,
pushes me down on my hands and knees and rips the plug out
of my ass; a butt plug that's been in your ass overnight
hurts like hell when it comes out. With the plug out he
starts fucking and asks, again, where I was the day before.
I tell him I think I've found him a new boy for poker night,
13 years old and a real cum slut, loves dick in both holes
and can't get enough scum. He starts to get real excited,
fuckin' into me harder and asks how I found the bitch. I
tell him I caught the kid in a bathroom in the park, taking
it at both ends from a couple of stranger's. That gets him
off in my ass. He pulls out, pushes the plug back in and
comes around in front of me saying, "Time for your lunch
slut".
He makes me lick his cock clean first, and then he
fucks my face until he dumps another load down my throat,
followed by his piss again. When he's done he tells me to
get in the bathroom and clean myself up because I smell like
garbage. After I cleaned up and put some clothes on I told
him I was supposed to meet the new bitch, alone, in the
park. He said he'd let me go, but if he found out I was
jerking his chain there'd be hell to pay. Like my life with
the old man wasn't hell already. Truth is, I don't care
what he does to me. I'm 18 now and in a couple of month's
I'll graduate and get the hell out of his house, and this
crappy little town. In the meantime, I've got the squirt to
use as my own little bitch so I get to do the fucking some.
If he thinks I'm gonna turn a new boy over to him and his
buddies for poker night he's crazy. He'll just have to find
a pussy boy to replace me on his own.
By the time I got out of there and headed for Rog's
house, I figured Rog would be long gone to his soccer game.
I was glad I got there when I did. First because I got
there just in time to see the show. Watching Squirt suck
Rog off while Rog was sleeping was hot. Second, if I hadn't
gotten there when I did Rog might have missed his soccer
game and I wouldn't have had the afternoon to get the little
bitch cleaned out, primed and stoked with his Daddy's queer
porn; the little bitch really loved that shit. Also, if Rog
had missed the game, his team mates wouldn't be here to play
poker with us. And they were ready to play all right. All
I had to do was step in the shower room and tell them there
was a bitch out in the pool ready to take us all on and they
practically ran over me trying to get out to the pool faster
than their dicks were getting hard.
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After the game, I drove the guys back to my house where
we could all shower up and maybe hit the pool. We were out
of our gear and in the shower pretty quick and then Steve
walks in from the pool deck. None of us were expecting
Steve to be there, and I was even more surprised to see him
come from the pool without a suit on. Even though the pool
was really private, Mom insisted there was no skinny dipping
in her pool because her backyard, "...is no redneck swimming
hole."
Steve didn't even say hi, he just looked at us and
said, "I got a bitch out there that can't get enough of my
dick, I've already fucked her twice, but she wants more,
says she'll take us all on."
In no time, the showers were off and we were out on the
pool deck to find nobody out there but Squirt, treading
water in the deep end, obviously as naked as all of us were.
I knew right away what Steve had in mind, but it took a few
minutes for the other guys to catch up. The three of them
stood there, staring at Squirt, cocks pointing straight
ahead, probably wondering where the girl was. Steve told
Squirt to swim over and he did. Then Steve said to squirt,
"You know what to do."
Squirt walked over to me, bent over and took my cock in
his mouth. It didn't take him long before he was deep
throating me, bobbing his head up and down on my cock, all
the way down, back up to where just the head was in his
mouth and then back down all the way again. Squirt had come
a long way as a cock-sucker in just one day. I was really
getting into Squirt working on my cock when Steve stepped up
behind him and started fucking. I looked over at the other
three guys and they were just staring at the three of us,
all of them jerking on their cocks.
Squirt was just too good: in no time at all I was
pumping my load straight into his belly. Steve told me to
step aside and give one of the other guys a chance. They
all looked back and forth at one another for a few seconds
then one of them made the move and took my place in front of
Squirt, who sucked the new cock in front of him right down
his throat.
I dove in the pool, swam to the deep end and back, then
stood in the shallow end, leaned on the edge of the pool and
watched Steve and my team mates take their turns. After
Steve yelled he was "pumping scum into the bitch's hole" he
pulled out and joined me in the pool. One of the two guys
still watching and jerking took his place. Steve and I
watched while the the two of them fucked into Squirt,
probably the first time either of them had fucked anything,
other than their own hand. The guy at Squirts ass, didn't
last long, he creamed that hole in less than a minute. He
stepped aside and let number three take his place, but he
didn't jump in the pool, he waited, cock still hard for his
team mate to get off in Squirts mouth, then plugged his
cock, still slimy from Squirts ass right in the other end.
The three guys were really a team going at Squirts holes.
Two of them were going at Squirt non stop for at least an
hour, with the third waiting, cock hard at all times, to
step in and plug whichever hole had just sucked in another
load.
Steve cheered them on the whole time, and kept up on
Squirt, telling him what a good: pussy, slut, cock-sucker
and cum-ho he was. Finally, the other three guys joined us
in the pool. One by one, they got to the point where they
couldn't keep it up anymore. After the third guy was
through pumping into Squirt for the last time and had jumped
in the pool Squirt stood up, real slow, and looked over at
Steve. Steve told Squirt it was OK to jump in so he did.
Steve and I turned to watch Squirt floating in the pool
while my team mates splashed and played in the deep end.
Steve said, "Watching them use the bitch was hot, my dick's
hard as rock and won't go down, how about you."
I couldn't deny it, I was up and ready to go again, had
been for a long time while watching the show. Steve called
to Squirt and Squirt floated over to us. Steve told Squirt
to get out of the pool and go lay down on one of the lounge
chairs. Squirt didn't say a word; he just climbed out of
the pool, walked to one of the chairs and lay down. Steve
followed Squirt and I followed Steve. Steve went behind the
chair and lowered it so that Squirt was laying flat on his
back. Steve leaned forward and told Squirt to lift his legs
up. When he did, Steve grabbed his ankles pulling them
apart and back, lifting Squirts ass up off the chair. Steve
looked at me and told me to climb on then looked down at
Squirt and said, "You know what to do."
Before the words were out of his mouth Steve's Cock was
in Squirts and on its way down his throat. Steve and I
quietly fucked Squirt this time. We took our time and
enjoyed the feel of our cocks fucking into the warm slick
holes. I came twice. After the first time, I just kept
going until I pumped out yet another load. I think Steve
did the same. While were going at it, the other three guys
wandered over and gathered around us. It didn't take long
before they were all hard and had cocks in hands. Steve
pulled out of Squirt first this time and sat down on one of
the other lounge chairs, where he had a good view. One of
the other three plugged in as soon as Steve stepped back and
started fucking away at the Squirts face. After I pumped
into Squirts ass the second time for that round, I got off
his chair and took a seat on the other side of Squirt from
Steve.
Just like before, one of the guy's took my place.
After the guy fucking Squirts face pulled out and sprayed
all over Squirt's face, he went into the shower. The last
man standing stepped up and slid his cock into Squirts mouth
and started slowly sliding in and out. The fucker at the
rear announced he was cumming, then climbed off and headed
for the shower. The guy with his cock sliding in and out of
Squirts mouth let go of Squirts ankles and Squirt let his
feet drop to the chair. Number three was in no hurry, but
after a while he fed Squirt one last load and followed his
team mates into the shower.
Steve was crashed on his lounge chair and Squirt looked
to be dead to the world on his. He'd rolled over on his
side after the last fucker pulled out and hadn't moved a
muscle since. When the three guys came out onto the deck,
all dressed in their street clothes, they reminded me that
they all needed me to drive them home. I started to head
into the house to get dressed and decided, "What the hell".
I went in, grabbed my keys and climbed into my truck bare
assed to drive them all home.
I dropped the guys off one by one at the curb in front
of each guy's house. When I got home I went out to the pool
deck and found Steve fucking Squirt again. Squirt was on
his stomach, arms and legs spread wide so that his hands and
feet were hanging off the sides of the lounge chair and
Steve was in push-up position on top of Squirt, pistonning
his Cock in and out of Squirts ass. I asked Steve if he was
ever going to get enough. Steve just said, "Enough of this
hot, tight hole slick with all the cum five guys can pump
into it? I don't think so".
With that Steve dropped down on top of Squirt and
pumped yet another load in the kid's ass. When he was done,
Steve climbed off of Squirt and dove into the pool. He swam
a couple of laps then climbed out and said he had to get
home. After he got dressed and left I picked Squirt up and
carried him into the shower, got us both cleaned up the best
I could and took him to my bed where he just curled up into
a little ball and went right back to sleep.
Before climbing into bed with Squirt, I realized I
hadn't checked my phone for messages all day. I found it on
the floor by my bed, where I'd dropped it after calling Rob
last night, and flipped it open. Six voice mails. I
checked the number's and saw five of them were from Rob and
one was from a number I didn't know. I listened to them
all and heard Rob sounding more and more frantic each time
he called, the last message he left was, "If we need to
talk, how can we if you won't answer your phone or call me
back? I'm coming home, I'll be there tomorrow." I looked
at the Squirt, asleep in my bed, and thought Rob's visit
should be interesting.
The message from Dad was short and strange. "Cell
won't work out here, using ship phone. Change of plans,
I'll be home Tuesday." Tuesday was less than half way
through the cruise, how do you come home early from a
cruise? I was sure he said "I'll be home Tuesday", not,
"We'll be home". What's that all about?