Date: Thu, 16 Aug 2001 04:51:47 -0700 (PDT)
From: Ed Rock <storywriter44@yahoo.com>
Subject: 'Vacuum Cleaner Boy 9' (m/m,m/t,oral,anal,humil)

Note to Archivist:
David, this is chapter 9 of my story located in the authoritarian
section of Nifty.

Thanks again,
Ed

                           Vacuum Cleaner Boy 9

     "Brad, you found yourself a real nice little girlyboy here.  I
can see you've been having fun with her ass anyway, good shade of
red, goes nice with the whipped cream leaking out of it.  An ass
like his should be kept well-spanked.   I haven't seen a better
looking trailer on a boy since Michael.  You remember Michael don't
you, John Gulley's son?   John and I used to be good friends until
that time we were both drunk down at the Union Hall and he wanted to
suck my cock.

     I was surprised as hell... you think you know somebody really
good, then they go pull some shit like that.  I used to be at his
house all the time... watching football games and drinking beer.
Hell, I thought he was like us.

     Should have guessed something was wrong though because of the
way Michael was.   The kid never seemed to be interested in the
football game but he was always there with us.  Used to fetch us
beers and stuff from the kitchen, he seemed to like taking orders.
One time he even made us a platter of those fancy hors d'oeuvres,
little mushrooms with bacon, all kinds of pansy-type food.   He'd
bring that stuff in and when I reached for something, I'd catch him
looking at my crotch.  He was always flirting with me but John never
seemed to care.  Prancing around the house in skimpy shorts, 2 sizes
too small for him, the kid was just asking for it.  Hell, if that'd
been my kid, I'd have kicked the shit out of him.

     Daddy didn't really answer Jake except to acknowledge that he
knew the family.  Bobby, on the other hand, got a real odd look on
his face when Jake mentioned Michael's name.  I wondered what
connection Bobby had with Michael Gulley.  I didn't have much time
to consider that because Jake spoke up again, only this time he was
talking to me.

     "Turn around boy!!  Look what Uncle Jake has for you."

     I managed to push myself up from the coffee table.  The whipped
cream that Jake aerosoled up my ass chute was not only leaking out
my ass, it was running down the back of my thighs onto the carpet.
Geezus, what a sick fucking bastard he was!!   When he shoved in that
nozzle and released the jets of cream, I never felt more violated...
more used or humiliated.   Jake really knows how to manhandle a
pussyboy like me!  My legs felt like jello when I turned toward him.
He had a self-satisfied, confident smirk on his face.

     My eyes stared at his crotch in utter disbelief.  Both of Jake's
beefy hands were wrapped around his thick sausage shaft with four more
uncovered inches clearly visible behind the sheathed head.  It could
have been my imagination but I swear, his piss slit winked at me just
before it belched up some precum... it was positively eerie!!

     Bobby has a cock, Daddy has a fuckpole... but Jake... omigod...
Jake has a schlong.  I've viewed hundreds of male appendages in men's
magazines, on the Internet and in porno films.  None had the combined
thickness and length of the one Jake just fished out of his shorts
to show me.

     "Kneel down and kiss it, boy!   Milk it, make it's head come out
of hiding.  Get it nice and hard!"

     I dropped down and skinned it back.  The head was more purple
than skin-colored.   Apparently Jake wasn't too big on hygiene, the
smell of head cheese was overpowering.   My nostrils flared open to
receive a full blast of his manly aroma.  It was nauseating, yet so
very, very sexy at the same time.   I licked the pre-cum glistened
tip, then bathed the exposed head with broad swipes of my tongue.
I kissed it with the reverence of a Seminarian presented with the
Papal ring.   I was in the presence of a Male God and needed to pay
homage.

     Jake released his two-fisted grip on the shaft, permitting me
to heft and fondle it.  It wasn't fully hard yet so I still had some
work to do.  About two inches of the shaft base was hidden in a dense
patch of pubic hair where I eagerly buried my nose.  It had it's own
distinct aroma of dried sweat, cum mixed with urine and a fishy smell
that I assume was from a recent female conquest.  Had I stayed there
too much longer, I'd have run the risk of passing out from his heady
mixture of manly odors.   I needed to see his balls, stroke, smell
and make love to them, but they were still tightly confined in his
shorts.  I think he sensed my predicament because he popped open the
top button, raised his ass and shoved the shorts to mid-thigh.

     Before sitting down, he cupped them forward, putting them on
display like melons in a produce market.  Since I was the only
shopper, I kneaded them with my fingers, sniffed them and gave
each a wet kiss.   The malodorous, rank smell they emitted was an
indication that these two melons were ripe but far from clean.  I
remedied that by bathing every inch of them with my tongue.

     All my licking, touching and smelling was having the desired
effect because his mammoth appendage started to raise up and sway
like a hooded cobra.   He grabbed a handful of my shoulder-length
blonde hair and pulled me to my feet.

     "It's time Timmyboy!  That cream in your ass needs a stick in
order to make a creamsicle!"

     He spun me around, grabbed my hips and skewered me on the tip
of his schlong.  The full anal coating of whipped cream helped to
grease his entry but I wasn't prepared for his girth.  The pain was
so intense that my brain started a light show rivaling a 4th of July
fireworks display.

     "OH GOD!!  NOOOOOOOO!!  PLEASE STOP.... PLEASEEEEEE!!"

     He bounced me on his lap until his impossibly large cock had
disappeared and my asscheeks rested on his pubic bush.  I've never
been fisted... but it couldn't be much worse than this!

     Fully speared in an upright position, he alternated between
bouncing me around like a ragdoll, then taking short rest breaks
with me impaled on his bone the whole time.  Through the searing
pain, I looked over and saw Daddy humping my sweet, young Bobby.
Bobby was staring at me the whole time with a look of longing.  Was
he jealous because Jake was fucking me or jealous because Jake wasn't
fucking him?   I kept waiting for Jake to spew his manseed up my
sore, aching rump, but he just kept pumping and resting.  Somewhere
along the way, I started begging him to fuck me harder!  His huge
pole, combined with his bodily odors, were the stuff of my dreams.
This manly beast kept relentlessly humping me.  After what seemed
like an hour, he pulled out completely and forced me to turn around
in his lap.  He impaled me again, only this time I sat facing him.
He removed his teeshirt and pressed my head into his hairy pecs.

     "Kiss them, Timmygirl.  I bet you like making love to a man's
tits... cunts like you are all the same."

     Of course he was right!  I leaned toward his chest and felt a
sharp pain from my ass to my gut.  His cock was so far up inside
me that movement of any kind hurt like hell.   I kissed one tit
and then the other.

     "Lick the sweat from my hairy armpits.  Get your nose under
there girl, take a good whiff.  That's a man's smell... no deodorant,
just all man!"

      He raised his left arm and rested it on top of my head.  I
buried my nose inside the hairy wet cavern and breathed deeply.  A
stale, musky odor enveloped me.  It was a men's locker room smell,
condensed down to it's purest form.  Jake was an alpha male pheromone
factory!   Every part of his body seemed to generate it's own unique
smell.   My god... I could learn to love this man!

     I swabbed his underarm hair with broad, flat strokes of my
tongue then reburied my nose until he grabbed my hair and pulled me
out.  I kept my eyes closed, not wanting sight to interfere with my
sense of smell.  He released his grip after shoving my face in the
other armpit.  I inhaled this new, unwashed cavern and delayed
cleaning it as long as I could.   I liked it just as it was, rank,
dank and deliciously aromatic.  Reluctantly, I completed my
assignment just in time for him to start bouncing me up and down on
his cock again.   He groaned and finally erupted inside me.

     He lifted my spent little body off his cock, let me slide between
his splayed hairy legs and ordered Bobby to join me there.  We shared
his gigantic creamsicle, Bobby licked up one side of his shaft and
I licked up the other.

     To our surprise, Daddy knelt down between us and took Jake's
helmet into his mouth.   In a matter of minutes, the three of us had
it sparkling clean.  I looked up at Jake's face... the smirk had
returned.   He looked at Daddy, kneeling before him and his smirk
turned to disgust.

     He stood up, put his clothes back on and told Bobby to fetch the
shaving gear.

     Daddy pleaded with him:

     "no Jake... please... anything but that... I don't know what
came over me... i'm a stud, just like you... it's just that seeing
the boys licking your cockshaft... it got me so hot!  don't jake,
don't embarrass me in front of my boys... please sir!"

     "Stop that goddamed whimpering!  You sound like a pussy and
now you're going to look like one!   John Gulley and now you!!  Am I
the only real man left in this fucking town?

     Bobby must have thought that Jake's question was directed to
him.   He took the electric razor in his hand and said:

     "I'm only 16 years old but I'm more a man than he is... I fucked
little Timmy real good before you got here.   I was the one who beat
his ass red, not him!   I made Timmy wear the girl's bed clothing...
not him!    His daughter is my girlfriend and she's gonna be fucked
good right in front of him.   You can screw her too... I don't care.
He clipped and shaved off all my body hair, tried to make a cunt out
of me.  LET ME SHAVE HIM, I want the sonofabitch to know what it
feels like!"

     Jake looked at Bobby, smiled and said:  "OK little stud, you got
your wish!"

     Daddy started pleading again but Jake slapped him behind the
head.

     "You heard THE MAN!  Get off your knees and stand up on the
coffee table!  I swear Brad, if you say one more fucking word, I'll
let Bobby cut off more than your hair!!"

     I heard the whir of the clippers and watched as Bobby ran them
all over Daddy's naked body.

     Jake sat on the sofa, unzipped his fly and told me lay my head
down on his fat, limp cock and plump balls.  He said I looked tired
and could use them for a pillow.

     "After this is over, you'll be going home with me, son!  I'll
be putting you to bed early.   Young boys need their rest.  Tomorrow,
we'll talk about your household chores, dress codes, naptimes etc.
How are you at making that pansy food?"



the end for now.

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