Date: Sun, 13 Mar 2011 16:01:28 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jon D <playbuddy123@yahoo.com>
Subject: Love Unlocked - 1   (Revised)

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction and as such is a product of my
imagination. It is not and should not be thought of as a record of actual
events. There are a number of other stories using this theme; but this tale
is my attempt and has not been based on any other author's work. Any
similarity between my characters and real people is merely a
coincidence. The story will include descriptions of sexual activity between
teen boys, a few of which are under duress. If material of this kind might
offend you or if you are not of legal age, then stop reading. All others
please enjoy! You are welcome to send comments or story ideas to
Playbuddy123@yahoo.com


Love Unlocked - 1


The smell inside the gray government van would make anyone gag. Cole
Hemerling thought it was a toss up as to whether it was more like a
dumpster or an outhouse. "Probably a dumpster," he decided as the vehicle
came to a stop behind the Anoka county courthouse. Of the three other kids
on the van, one seemed arrogant, one indifferent and the last was
definitely frightened. Cole was somewhere in the middle. As the door slid
open, bright sunlight poured in.

Cole squinted and looked at the two guards that flanked the exit. One
motioned for him to get up and out. The boy, barely fifteen, did his
best. He shuffled toward the opening, his restraints clinking. The sunlight
flashed off the ankle chains as well as the cuffs on his wrists.

"Watch your head," one of the guards said as he helped Cole down the two
steps to the ground. A blue line painted on the concrete led the way to the
rear entrance of the courthouse.

The other three kids followed behind.

"I have to pee," Cole said to the first guard as the line of juveniles
slowly made its way through the basement of the judicial services building
and then up a set of stairs. He couldn't stop from blushing as he said it.

"You'll have to hold it," the guy said as they continued to move along.

* * * *

Looking back on it, Cole was at a loss to explain exactly why he and Pablo,
his friend from the projects, had jumped into the car.

"The keys are in it," Pablo had smiled as he peered through the
window. Then he had tried the door. It's open, "Let's go!"

"I don't think so," Cole remembered saying, but then Pablo had dared him
and five minutes later they were headed down the street laughing and
showing off.

Their joy ride had lasted barely six minutes. Without warning, the engine
of the car had faltered, the door locks snapped down, and flashing red and
blue lights had come on behind them. It had been a set up.

Through the bull horn just above the flashing lights on the police car an
officer had ordered them to pull over then put their hands up.

"Fuck!" Pablo had moaned.

"Bait car!" Cole had sworn.

The boy's had heard that the Minneapolis police had been using the
electronically controlled cars to lure thugs that were operating chop shops
in the area.

The arrest had been swift. Cole and Pablo had been hauled out of the
vehicle, thrown to the ground, cuffed, and then stuffed into the police
cruiser.

"Thanks a lot!" Cole had said with an angry look at Pablo.

"How was I to know?" the boy had whined.

The simple truth was, it had been a muggy night, and they had both been
bored. Cole would readily admit it wasn't the first time he and Pablo had
gotten together and done something stupid. Hell, doing stupid things came
easily to them. "But this was not only stupid, it was just plain dumb!"

* * * *

The procession of young prisoners ended at the side entrance to Judge
Cecilia Jackson's court room.

"Can I pee now?" Cole asked as a guard worked on removing his cuffs.

"Over there," the guy nodded, "but the ankle bracelets stay on."

Cole shuffled toward the door of the men's room. "At least I have my hands
free," he thought, glad he didn't have to solve the problem of how to unzip
his jumpsuit and pull out his dick all while handcuffed.

* * * *

The arraignment went quickly. Cole was provided a court appointed lawyer
who spoke on his behalf. His age and the fact he wasn't driving the bait
car worked in his favor, but against him was the fact that this was the
second time he had seen the inside of Judge Jackson's courtroom. In fifteen
minutes he had been ordered to be held by the County Department of
Corrections, Juvenile Division. Social Services were given responsibility
to do a study of his case and make a recommendation to the judge.

"Do you know what happened to Pablo?" Cole whispered as his lawyer gathered
up his papers.

"Sorry, kid," the guy shrugged. "I don't have time to follow up on stuff
like that."

Cole hadn't even bothered to look for his mother, he knew she'd be working
and couldn't afford to miss another day because of him. Cole always seemed
to be in some kind of trouble.

Cole was worried and looked at his lawyer.

"I'll see what I can do," the man offered. "Look on the bright side, maybe
they won't lock you up for the rest of your life." The guy laughed.

Cole didn't think he was very funny.

* * * *

When he arrived at the juvenile facility, Cole listened to a staffer who
explained things about the place that would probably be his home for God
knew how long.

"Pathways is a privately run institution for boys," the guy droned on. "The
County Board decided they couldn't afford to build another facility on
their own, so they contracted with us. Pathways is intended to be different
from other places housing juvenile offenders."

Cole's mind was wandering.

"This facility was built with rehabilitation as its goal, not
punishment. So, even the layout of the place is unique. Each boy has their
own room and can come and go as they please, within reason of course."

Cole looked around at the beige walls, the place kinda resembled the inside
of a high school. Everything was on one level.

"There's a classroom, a gymnasium, library, recreation hall and a dining
area."

Cole didn't think it would be so bad after all.

"The doors on the bedrooms, however, are something else."

Cole's ears perked up.

"You'll find they're made of hardened steel with a narrow slit of
unbreakable glass. There's a trap door for passing things through. The
rules call for the doors to be open all day, no exceptions for any
reason. But, they'll be closed and locked tight each night. Outside the
main areas, guards will escort you from place to place. You won't be
wandering around on your own." He paused, "This isn't a fucking resort!
It's jail!"

* * * *

Later that evening, lying on his bed, Cole decided that the first few hours
of being locked up had been the worst. He had been delivered by police van
to the facility, and then shown into a processing area where he had been
given the orientation lecture. Then he had been finger printed and
photographed. After that he had been made to remove all his clothes. He was
walked to a nearby shower area and handed soap and shampoo. He had washed
himself under the steady eye of a twenty-something guard. When he finished,
the guy had handed him a towel and some flip flop shoes. The guy had then
looked him over carefully; telling him to open his mouth and stick out his
tongue. He had then looked under Cole's arms, between his legs, even making
him lift his nut sack. Finally he was made to turn around and spread his
cheeks. Cole figured he was checking for drugs or something.

"One last thing, kid," the guy had said walking over to a table containing
rubber gloves and other supplies.

Cole's dick jerked as he remembered what had come next.

He had been told to put his hands against the wall and bend over. The guy
had slicked up his hole with something. Then came the guy's gloved
finger. It had pushed against his ring, slipped inside, and slowly made its
way up his butt. His rectum had been thoroughly searched. The finger probed
so deep Cole had been forced up to his tip toes at one point. Apparently
they were making sure there wasn't anything there that wasn't supposed to
be. Then the guard withdrew.

"You did good, kid," the guy had said softly as he snapped the glove
off. "First time anybody did that to you?"

Cole had nodded, embarrassed because his cock was firming up.

"Watch yourself," the guy had said quietly, tossing him a pair of white
briefs and a short sleeve jumpsuit from a cupboard near the door. "With an
ass like that you might end up being somebody's girlfriend if you're not
careful."

Cole blushed. He had been relieved to finally be allowed to put on some
clothes.

As they left the room, the boy had asked if he could call his mother, but
was told he wasn't allowed to make a call until the next day.

"Welcome to Juvie," Cole had thought as he was led down a long hallway
carrying a fresh bundle of prison clothes.

* * * *

The lights blinked off and on three times, alerting the boys it was time to
get to their rooms. Cole was already lying on his back on his bunk, his
head resting on a worn pillow. He had been reading a laminated card which
listed the facility's rules. There were surprisingly few. "Do as you're
told. Don't talk back. Be on time to all functions. Do your assigned school
work and chores. No fighting. Follow all other instructions of staff." The
last line, warning of the punishments of reduced privileges and
segregation, didn't seem to be a hollow threat.

"You ready for lights out?" a staffer asked, stopping in front of Cole's
door.

"Yeah," the boy whispered.

"Don't worry, we can't see if you're pulling it," the guy smiled and then
laughed.

Cole knew there were cameras almost everywhere else. "Fucker," he muttered
as the man locked him in and walked down the row.

Five minutes later the lights went out.

There were a few lewd comments yelled from room to room, some shrill
screeches from boys as they let off steam, then the place settled down.

Cole quietly unzipped and wriggled out of his jumpsuit before crawling
under his blanket. The white briefs he had been issued after his shower
were confining and he was glad to get out of them.

"Hey, Hemerling!" His next door neighbor called through the wall. "You
jerking it yet?" the kid laughed.

Cole reached down and fondled himself. "In a few minutes," he thought, but
said nothing.

"Let me know if you want some help with it," the kid giggled.

Cole closed his eyes. "Thanks, Pablo," he whispered to himself. "How in the
fuck did I manage to get here?" he sighed.

* * * *

Cole had a fitful night. He hadn't gotten much sleep. He had just dosed off
again when a buzzer went off and all the lights snapped on. It was morning
and his second day had begun. The sound of doors slamming against the metal
walls as they were flung wide open made its way closer and closer.

"Drop your cocks and grab your socks!" A guy hollered as he made his way
down the line. He unlocked Cole's door and pushed it open.

Cole wiped at his eyes and crawled out of bed.

"Put on clean shorts and a new jumpsuit."

"Yes, sir," Cole mumbled and did as he was told.

"Leave yesterday's stuff by the door." The guy was wearing black slacks, a
gray pull over golf shirt with an embroidered patch, and well shined black
shoes. He had a ring of keys hanging from his belt.

Minutes later Cole was walking through the cafeteria and getting a tray of
food. The line wasn't long, after all, with just twenty boys it wasn't like
being at school. The food smelled great and looked even better. "Way better
than I usually get," he thought as he selected pancakes, sausage, an apple,
and orange juice.

"This fuckin' sucks!" a boy said from the back of the room. He apparently
didn't share Cole's opinion of the food.

Cole was heading to an empty table when a tall, dark-haired kid pushed a
chair out and blocked his way.

"Sit," the teen said, giving Cole a firm look.

Cole hesitated only a moment before sitting down. The kid had a lightly
pimpled face, a tiny scruff of hairs on his chin, and a thin barb wire
tattoo around his right bicep. He looked street wise, but not hard
core. The image of a rough and tumble neighborhood basketball game came to
Cole's mind. "He'd play center," Cole thought.

"My name's Tony," the kid said between mouthfuls of oatmeal.

"Cole."

"Heard you jacked a bait car," the kid laughed.

"Pretty dumb, huh?" Cole looked down at his food.

"Yeah, pretty dumb." Tony chuckled.

Cole squirmed in his seat, noticing that most of the other guys in the room
were now staring at him.

"Okay, newbie, here's how this place works," Tony said quietly, looking at
the staff positioned around the room. "There's school, there's chores,
there's talks with the guidance counselor, and there's anything else we can
get away with."

Cole squirmed again.

"Know why I'm in here?"

Cole shook his head, `no.'

"I robbed a liquor store."

Cole tried not to act surprised.

"Three of us broke in; we looked for cash but couldn't find any. So, we
ended up stealing six cases of beer."

Cole gave Tony a look.

"Who would have thought they had a video camera in a shit hole like that?"
Tony shrugged and then chuckled.

Cole didn't know what to say, he decided to stay quiet.

"So, back to you; I won you last night in a card game."

Cole turned to the boy, his eyes wide.

"You keep me happy, and everything will go smooth for you around
here. Cause trouble, you'll get your ass kicked, end up in the infirmary,
and you'll have to do whatever I want anyway."

Cole looked around the room. The other boys' faces told him everything he
needed to know. Their smiles grew as they realized he had just been told he
belonged to Tony.

Tony took a swig of juice. "So what's it gonna be?"

Cole sat back, his shoulders sagging. "I don't want my ass kicked," he
finally whispered.

"Good choice," Tony smiled. "Shower room in ten minutes."

As he got up from the table, Tony made a point of pausing and groping his
dick.

If Cole hadn't understood before, he did now. He looked at what was left of
his breakfast and wondered if he'd be able to keep it down.

* * * *

When Cole arrived at the shower room there were four boys talking near the
sinks. Tony was leaning back against the wall at the end of the row.

"Glad you didn't chicken out," Tony said with a grin. "Stoner, go watch the
door." A kid with long hair and a vacant expression did as he was told.

Cole watched as Tony smiled and slowly unzipped his jumpsuit. A well
defined set of abs rippled as the kid pushed the fabric off his
shoulders. There was a small trail of black hair leading from his navel
down into his briefs. "Time to make me happy," he said with a nod toward
the floor.

Cole slowly made his way across the room, the other boys watching his every
move.

Tony pushed the elastic waistband of his white-cotton briefs down and a six
and a half inch cock popped into view. It was circumcised and already had a
drop of clear liquid on the tip. The thing was fully hard.

"It won't take long, I'm horny as fuck!" Tony said as he gave himself a
couple of strokes and pushed the briefs down further.

"I never did this before," Cole choked, his eyes starting to water.

"Like I care! On your knees and open up," Tony said with a steely look.

Cole paused. The other guys made it clear they would see that he did as he
was told. Cole gave in and got down, but couldn't go any further.

"I said, `open up.'" Tony grabbed Cole by the hair.

The young boy opened his mouth, Tony lined up, and pushed forward.

Cole had heard the words most of his life and had laughed when he himself
had used them about other boys. But now it was different. Now he was the
`cocksucker'.

* * * *

Dozens of things went through Cole's mind as Tony's cock settled in. The
first was that the feel of another boy's penis in his mouth was odd. The
fat knob had pressed against his lips and then pushed inside. He expected
the thing to taste nasty, but it actually didn't have much of a taste at
all. There was a smell of soap coming from Tony's crotch hairs and just a
very faint whiff of body odor. Cole wondered if it might be from the kid's
ass crack. The jumpsuits were polyester and were hot. He had already
noticed his ass seemed sweaty.

"Watch the teeth," Tony warned, easing his hips forward.

Cole felt the spongy cock head slide along his tongue then go further into
his throat. He couldn't help himself, he gagged, pulling his mouth off and
coughing.

"Little fag wasn't lying," Tony chuckled. "The kid's never had a cock in
his mouth."

The other guys in the room laughed.

Cole wiped the tears from his eyes.

"Guess I need to show you how it's done," Tony grunted, and took Cole's
head in both hands. Moments later Tony's cock was back in his mouth.

Tony pumped the thing in and out, moving Cole's head from side to side, to
get the best feeling. He face fucked the boy, but was careful to watch how
far he put it in. Gradually, he increased speed.

"Yeah, you got a sweet mouth," Tony moaned as he thrust in again and again.

Cole was beginning to feel the need to swallow. Spit was building up and he
worried he might choke. He looked up and Tony was smiling. There wasn't any
doubt he was enjoying using Cole's mouth. Cole had had very few sexual
experiences previous to this. He had jerked off of course. He had started
pulling on it when he was twelve and had made cum a few months later. He
and Pablo had gotten drunk a few times and they had jerked off
together. But that was about it. Finally, there was the one time when Pablo
had invited him over and the pair of them had secretly watched Pablo's
sister Maria have sex with her boyfriend. She had surprised both of them
when she asked her boyfriend to put it in her butt. She explained how she
didn't want to worry about getting pregnant. Her boyfriend had been more
than happy to oblige.

The sound of Tony's grunts seemed familiar; Cole wondered if he was getting
close.

"Get ready, kid," Tony groaned and pumped faster.

Cole panicked. There was no way he wanted Tony shooting in his mouth. But
that was clearly what was about to happen. Just as he started to back away,
Tony pulled his head tight against his crotch.

Cole gagged as the thing went in too far. The sound was lost however,
because Tony was grunting loudly.

"Fuck, fuck! Here it comes!"

As squirt after squirt of Tony's sperm hit the back of his throat, Cole
wondered if he was going to die. He was running out of air, and the choking
feeling had come back. The third shot was the worst, it felt like it would
never end. Cole struggled, and finally managed to get some
down. Fortunately Tony pulled back for an instant, so he could catch a
breath. Then, he plunged in once again.

"Come on, swallow it," Tony groaned as he swiveled his hips and pumped in a
few more times as if to push the stuff down his throat. "Protein's good for
you," he joked. Cole made a face and swallowed a bit more.

Taking a breath, Tony pulled his dick out. Looking down, he wrapped his
hand around it and quickly stroked. He managed to get a few more drops of
cum to ooze out the end. "Lick it," he ordered, and pushed his dick
forward.

Cole reluctantly stuck out his tongue. He could still feel the remnants of
the other stuff in his mouth as he cleaned the new stuff off the head.

The room was quiet except for Tony's heavy breathing. The kid by the door
laughed. "You got a nice little faggot," and then he smiled.

Tony looked down at Cole. "Not bad, almost as good as my last girlfriend,"
he smiled and slowly tucked his dick back into his briefs. "When you can't
get pussy you take what you can get," he chuckled apparently wanting to
explain why a straight guy like him would fool around with another dude.

Cole's heart was pounding. He was at an age when sex was all still pretty
new. As he sat back, his mind was whirling. Part of him was furious at
being used as Tony's cum dump, but he couldn't deny that he was also turned
on by it. He had never thought of himself as gay, but Tony's cock in his
mouth had started him thinking.

"Kid's got a boner," one of the other guys chuckled. "He must like being
your bitch."

Cole looked up at Tony, he was confused and didn't know what to think or
feel. What he did know, was that he felt afraid, alone, and desperately
needed someone.

Perhaps Tony sensed his vulnerability. "Don't worry, kid, I'll treat you
right," he said gently. This time there wasn't a hint of bullying in his
voice.

His tone seemed to surprise the other boys. It certainly surprised
Cole. There wasn't any doubt that Tony was going to be in charge, but he
seemed to be saying he'd take it easy on Cole.

Tony nodded in the direction of the door and the other boys headed out. He
put his hand on Cole's head and pushed the hair from his eyes.

"You got five minutes." Tony looked toward Cole's crotch and then smiled.

Cole blushed. As Tony walked out, Cole reached into his pants. He didn't
need five, he only needed four and shot one of the biggest loads of his
life.

* * * *

"We have twenty minutes to straighten our rooms and get ready for
inspection," Tony explained as Cole followed him from the shower room back
toward the dormitories.

"Then what?" Cole whispered.

"Classes until 11:00, then homework until 12:15, lunch, and then work
details."

"What kind of work?" Cole hurried to catch up, he was falling behind the
longer-legged boy.

"Laundry, or cleaning, or food service," Tony said, turning the corner.

"What's my job?"

"They'll tell you after classes. I'm guessing you'll be in the laundry."

As they walked into the dorm all eyes turned toward Tony. He smiled and
dropped his hand to his crotch and lifted his balls. There were hoots and
hollers. Cole could tell from the looks of the other boys they all now knew
he had just taken care of Tony's business.

* * * *

Cole felt the rest of the day had gone pretty well. He had been given some
tests to complete to assess his grade level and then was partnered with a
kid near his age with apparently similar abilities.

"I'm Sammy," a mousy looking boy with a bruised right eye whispered as the
two huddled over an assignment.

"I'm Cole."

"Yeah, Tony's new boy." The kid shrugged.

Sammy looked to be about Cole's age, fifteen, but was small in stature and
barely over a hundred pounds. He wore glasses and looked a bit like that
wizard kid in the movies.

"What happened to your face?" Cole winced.

"Delayne hit me," Sammy said softly.

"Who's Delayne?"

"Black kid, two years older, part of a gang from the north side," Sammy
looked around the room. "I have to do whatever he says, or he'll hit me."

"Don't the guards stop that kind of shit?"

Sammy shrugged, "they're never around."

"What's a little fart like you doing in here?"

Sammy giggled. "You said fart!" he laughed.

Cole couldn't figure out why a little guy like this was in Juvie. "So?"

Sammy's expression changed. "I put a knife in my mom's boyfriend."

Cole's surprise must have been evident.

"He was hitting her, and when he wouldn't stop, I grabbed a steak knife and
slammed it into his leg."

"Self-defense!" Cole offered.

"Yeah, that's what I said. But the judge ordered a hearing. It probably
won't happen for a few months. I was put here until then."

"Were you trying to kill him?" Cole whispered.

Sammy chuckled. "Nah, I thought about trying to cut his nuts off, but
decided I just wanted him to leave us alone so I went for his leg."

Cole smiled. He was starting to like this kid.

* * * *

It was an hour before supper, and the boys had some free time. Cole watched
as several played pool, others played cards, and the rest sat in front of
the television.

Tony gave Cole a look from time to time, but didn't say a word. He had told
Cole he wanted him to stay close, "so they don't mess with you."

Cole thought the others wouldn't dare do a thing, he guessed that Tony just
wanted him close by.

"Hey, Tony, my man," a black kid about six foot tall said as he walked
over.

"Delayne!" Tony nodded.

"Want to watch me do Sammy up the ass?" Delayne chuckled.

Tony looked around the room, he seemed bored. "Sure, why not?" he sighed.

Cole couldn't believe what he was hearing. They were talking about Sammy
like he was some kind of toy.

Tony motioned toward the dorms. "Come on. Delayne really knows how to
fuck!"  He smiled as he got to his feet. "Besides, you never know, you
might learn something that'll come in handy for when I do you."

That comment caused Cole's stomach to turn. He didn't move.

"I said, get your ass up," Tony said sternly.

Stunned, Cole stood and reluctantly followed the two older boys.

Sammy was reading a book when Delayne came up behind him. He put his hand
on the back of the boy's neck. "Time for a pony ride," he joked as Sammy
turned to look at him.

Sammy's eyes said everything. He knew what was in store for him and he
didn't want to go.

"You want another black eye?" Delayne said softly, but with obvious menace.

Sammy shook his head "no," and slowly got to his feet.

"We're gonna put on a show for Tony," Delayne laughed.

* * * *

Cole watched as Sammy wriggled out of his jumpsuit and crawled on top of
Delayne's bed. He positioned himself on all fours facing the open
doorway. He put his head down, turned his face to the mattress and used his
arms as a pillow. Delayne stripped down as well, and with a push stepped
out of his briefs.

Cole couldn't believe what Delayne was packing.

"I love looking at your junk," Tony chuckled as Delayne started to massage
an impressively long piece of meat.

"Yeah, I never worried about flashing it in the locker room," Delayne
chuckled. He gave the thing a final stroke. "Show Time," he smiled once he
was satisfied he was fully hard.

Cole watched as Delayne stepped over to a shelf above the stainless steel
toilet. He took down a tube of hand cream and squeezed some onto the tip of
his tool and used his hand to spread it over the head. Then he did the same
for the shaft. Moments later he was on his knees behind Sammy.

Both Cole and Tony were standing by the door. Cole really didn't want to be
there, but he had no choice. Sammy's eyes met his and they stared at one
another knowing they were both powerless to prevent what was about to
happen.

Tony tugged at Cole's arm, and they stepped inside.

Delayne pulled down Sammy's briefs just far enough that the boy's ass came
into view. His ivory toned cheeks looked baby soft. The sight of that
childlike rear end in comparison to the almost fully mature man behind it
was incredible.

Delayne spread the boy's cheeks. Cole saw that Sammy's pucker was tight,
but looked a bit puffy and slightly swollen. It appeared this wasn't the
first time that Delayne had put his thing up the kid's butt. There was a
squirting sound as Delayne pumped a glop of cream into Sammy's crack and
spread it around. The kid's hole winked when it was touched. The boy
flinched when Delayne pushed his finger inside.

"You like the feel of that don't you?" Delayne teased, turning his finger
around in there before fucking it in and out a few times.

Sammy didn't reply.

"I said, don't you?" Delayne said more forcefully.

Sammy whimpered softly. "Yes."

Delayne pushed his finger deep and gave it a twist. "That's my boy," he
smiled.

Cole closed his eyes when Delayne rubbed his cock head up and down the
kid's crack. Cole couldn't imagine what it would feel like to have
something that long pushed up your butt, and he didn't want to watch. Sammy
yelped. Cole opened his eyes and saw several inches of Delayne's dick
squeeze past the tiny opening and push into Sammy's rear end.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck," Sammy whimpered. He squirmed, moving his ass from side
to side. Delayne slid back slightly and then pushed some more up
there. Sammy tried to crawl away, but Delayne had him by the hips and
pulled him back onto the thing.

It seemed to Cole that it took forever, but eventually Delayne was buried
up to his balls. Sammy's ass quivered and his breathing was rapid and
shallow. He continued to whimper softly as Delayne started a steady fucking
motion. Sammy moved his legs further apart, perhaps hoping it would help
make room for the thing. Delayne stopped for a moment, and Sammy sucked in
a big breath and held it. Cole wondered if he was anticipating what might
come next.

Delayne pulled himself almost all the way out and then slammed in hard,
causing Sammy's head to skid forward on the bed. Sammy grunted each time
Delayne repeated the move, and he repeated it often.

"I love when he does that," Tony smiled.

Sammy's eyes were now closed and his head all the way down as he obediently
offered up his rear end to Delayne's probing dick. Unbelievably the curved
tube seemed to go deeper with every thrust. As much as Cole wanted to stop
watching, he couldn't take his eyes off the highly erotic scene. This was
the first time he had ever seen a boy getting fucked, and boy was Sammy
getting fucked!

The rhythmic slapping of Delayne's nuts against Sammy's ass was
mesmerizing. Cole couldn't find any word for it other than, "hot." He
stared at Delayne's balls as they swung back and forth.

Tony turned and looked at Cole. "That's gonna be you," he chuckled, "head
down, ass up, and my dick so far up your butt you'll think it's gonna come
out your mouth."

Cole looked away, his ass hole instinctively clenching tight.

The fucking continued without interruption. A bit later Cole heard the
sound of Tony pulling down the zipper of his jumpsuit. "This is making me
horny," he sighed as he fished out his dick. It was already hard and
clearly ready to go. Tony nudged Cole and looked down, "Put your mouth on
it."

Cole knew he didn't have a choice. He looked toward the bed and Sammy met
his gaze. The kid's head was bouncing as Delayne pounded his ass.

"On your knees," Tony smiled as he gave his dick a wiggle, "and open
wide. I want to see how far I can get this down your throat."

Cole slowly knelt in front of Tony and closed his eyes. Moments later he
felt Tony's cock push into his mouth for the second time that day.

The room filled with the sounds of teen sex. Sammy's grunts and Cole's gags
were ignored by the older boys.

When they reached the end, Delayne and Tony came at about the same time,
filling their respective boys with blast after blast of cum. There were
several gasps and groans, and then quiet.

"Fucking awesome!" Delayne said proudly when finally he had pulled his cock
out of Sammy's ass. The kid's hole remained open for a moment and white
stuff dribbled out.

Meanwhile, Cole finished swallowing Tony's cum. He wiped his mouth with the
back of his hand, tears in his eyes from the workout. He looked up at Tony
hoping he too was done.

Tony grinned and tapped his now softening dick against Cole's lips. "Finish
your bottle, baby boy," he chuckled, and pushed the slimy thing forward one
more time.

Cole opened his mouth and used his tongue on Tony's cock until it was
clean.

Satisfied, Tony and Delayne smiled at one another and reached for their
clothes.

"Fucking always makes me hungry," Tony grinned as he zipped up.

Delayne chuckled and they both headed for supper.



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First chapter, tell me what you think. Send comments to
Playbuddy123@yahoo.com thanks, Jon.