Date: Mon, 20 Jul 2015 01:34:59 +0000 (UTC)
From: Db Byron <db.byron@yahoo.com>
Subject: Boys Will Be Boys Part Two M/b Incest

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Chapter Two:  "It Turned Out All Riot"

After hearing of the news about Eric having been arrested, tension around
our house had started to really increase.  There was a sense of fear,
concern and overall anxiety about the whole thing.  My Dad feared that the
investigation into the good doctor's mistreatment of Billy, would surely
broaden as the FBI began to follow it's leads.

We were all worried that if they followed the breadcrumbs, they could
eventually show up at our front door to question us or the boys.  Needless
to say, even though we weren't explicitly involved in the boy's
mistreatment, we were far from innocent.  My Dad had enough skeletons in
his closet alone to fill a graveyard.

So naturally he was on the defense, while also taking offensive action, an
hiding anything around the house, that could be used to implicate him or
our family in any wrong doing.  This went as far and beyond as taking down
certain pictures from the walls, hiding sexual items, cleaning up the
basement of all of it's kink and bondage equipment and deleting sexual
content from his laptop and cell phone.

Of course, he also encouraged Mark and I to do the same.  Which sadly was
no fun at all.  It was incredibly disheartening to feel as though were
becoming prisoners in our own home.  It didn't feel right to have to
protect ourselves from the authorities but unfortunately, we had very
little choice for the time being.

We had to do what was best for the family.  That included sitting down with
Jacob and Alex, an giving them one of the scariest talks of their lives.
They had to know that if worst came to worst and the investigators came to
our door, that they had to tell them as little as possible.  This was easy
for Jacob, who was already accustomed to telling little white lies and
dodging the truth whenever it suited him.

Alex on the other hand, was very susceptible at his young age to the
influence of the authorities.  We all knew it wouldn't take much to make
him talk.  That, coupled with the fact that he was hardly even documented,
posed a serious legal concern.  Sure he had papers but we had no way of
knowing if they would hold up under any real scrutiny.

Thus, my Dad decided it probably best to place him with friends for a short
time; While the investigation ran it's course.  So he gathered up all the
boy's belongings and he and Mark took the boy to the Blue Crane to stay
with our friend Olivier; Who had offered to look after him.  That way he
wouldn't miss any school and would be out of harms way, should things at
the house go south.

As if all the worries at home weren't enough, we weren't the only ones
living in a new and uncomfortable state of fear.  The local black community
was reeling from a recent police killing of an unarmed black man.  The
story had taken over the local news and protests were being carried out on
a daily basis around town.

To make matters worse, an attack on a predominately black church a few
states away, had become national news.  An it had resulted in the removal
of Confederate Flags from all around the country; Since they were now being
seen as symbols of racism.  Of course, living in the deep south, our little
town had it's share of Confederate Flags.  As well as it's share of crazy,
racist, Confederate Flag toting rednecks.

Which were quickly becoming the opponents of the black protesters.  The
situation was getting really heated the longer the unrest continued and
after a few weeks, a massive demonstration was planned for in front of the
county courthouse at the center of town.  With my Dad, Mark and Alex away
at the Blue Crane, an with growing calls from our black friends to come and
support them; Jacob and I decided we'd go downtown to see what all the
hub-bub was about.

It was later in the evening, when we got dressed to leave.  I put on my
favorite jeans and a white t-shirt.  An Jacob wore his gray sweatpants with
a short sleeve black shirt.  We locked up the house and got in the car for
the drive into town; Where we'd agreed to meet Derek and Jerome at
McDonald's near downtown.  We arrived just in time to see that a huge crowd
of protesters had already taken to the streets and were making their way
towards the courthouse.

The police had several blocks partitioned off and were directing traffic
around the protest area.

"He wants you to go that way, Uncle James."  Jacob said as he looked at the
cop through the front window of the car, directing traffic ahead of us.

"I see that, kiddo.  But I'm trying to get over to McDonald's."  I said,
"I'll have to go around the long way I guess."

Having no other choice but to follow the flow of traffic being detoured by
the cops, I made a right and had to loop around a few blocks, before
finally making it to the restaurant.  No sooner than we pulled into the
parking lot, were we met by Derek and Jerome; Who had been sitting inside
and watching for us from the windows.

They walked up to the car and Jacob waved to them.  They seemed excited to
see us as I pulled us into a parking space and turned off the engine.  From
there, Jacob and I got out and I locked the doors.  Once we were outside,
Derek came over to me and Jerome walked over to Jacob on the other side of
the car.

"You is a sight for sore eyes."  Jerome said to my Nephew.

Jacob smiled and greeted him, "Hello."

"Glad you could make it, man."  Derek said as he put his arm me and patted
me on the back.

"Looks like everyone in town is here."  I said as we ended our embrace.

"I know right?  It's a fucking mad house 'round here."  He said, "This shit
gonna get crazy."

"Should we be worried?"  I asked and looked around the parking lot at the
people walking passed.

By this time, there were groups of protesters making they way passed the
restaurant on their way to join the crowds downtown.  I'd never seen so
many people come together like that in all my life living in our town.
I'll admit though, I was relieved to see that it was a mix of all races
walking the sidewalks.  That made me feel a little better about joining in
as I felt we wouldn't stick out like a sore thumb.

"Nah, we got you covered fellas."  Jerome replied and lifted up the corner
of his shirt to reveal a handgun stuffed into the waistband of his jeans.

I don't know why but seeing that didn't exactly fill me with confidence.  I
didn't feel any safer with an armed convicted felon in my company.
Especially once we heard the sound of car horns and turned to see a row of
trucks driving by with Confederate Flags waving in the air.

"Racist motherfuckers."  Derek said, "Black lives matter!"

"Oh Jesus..."  I said under my breath and looked around nervously.

I had a feeling things weren't going to stay peaceful long and a part of me
was ready to get right back in the car to leave.  But I'd promised to be
there for our friends and I didn't think it would be right to leave so
soon.

However, as we started our trek toward the courthouse, I did mention to
them that we would only be staying as long as things didn't get out of
control.  An that, that those conditions were non-negotiable.  As a matter
of fact, once we got close enough to hear the crowd chanting and yelling, I
told them that at the first sign of trouble we were getting the hell out of
there.

Jerome didn't seem to think that was too cool but Derek understood.  He
stayed right by my side and kept looking over his shoulder.  It almost felt
like I had my own private security with me as long as he was there.  Jacob
picked up on it too and made it a point to walk close to Derek as well.
Which left Jerome to take the lead.  An I guess that was alright, since he
was the only one of us packing a weapon.

It took us awhile but we eventually arrived at the perimeter to downtown
and slowly waded our way into the crowd.  People were packed onto the
narrow streets like sardines.  It was literally assholes and elbows for
several blocks.  I don't know how we managed it but we somehow found
ourselves at the base of one of the historic monuments, in the park, in
front of the courthouse.

There, we stopped and Jacob climbed up onto it to look around at the crowd.

"It's like an ocean of people!"  He exclaimed.

I knew he was right, because from where I was standing I couldn't see
anything other than countless heads.  I couldn't begin to tell you how many
there were due to how dark it was getting outside.  Plus I couldn't see
very far ahead of me.  Luckily, the darkness was soon illuminated by the
light from a police helicopter.  The sound of which, echoed overhead and
resonated through my body.  I can say without a doubt, that the memory of
that moment will be with me forever.

I'd seen lots of coverage of protests on TV but actually being in one like
that, was an intense experience.  You could feel the tension around you as
the crowd chanted 'Black Lives Matter' and the roar of the helicopter
hovering overhead reminded you of just how oppressed the black people must
have felt.

In that crowd, there was no freedom, only determination; Coupled with fear
and anxiety.  Which every single person there felt together in that moment.
We were gathered in defiance.  In rage and solidarity.  We must have spent
about an hour there, by the time we heard some commotion ahead of us.  I
couldn't see what was happening but soon Jacob was announcing from his
perch atop the monument.

"She's climbing the pole!"  He yelled, "Uncle James, look!"

At which point I started looking up and tried to follow his hand as he
pointed across the courthouse grounds.  I still couldn't see what he was
seeing.  That is, until another helicopter arrived and shined it's
spotlight onto the flagpole at the base of the courthouse steps.

Then came the voice of the pilot over the helicopter's loudspeaker, "A
mandatory curfew is now in effect.  Leave the courthouse grounds
immediately or you will be removed by force."

"Hell no, we won't go!"  The crowd shouted in response.

It was during this exchange of words that I finally noticed what Jacob was
talking about.  In the light of the spotlight, I could see someone climbing
the flagpole.  They were about half way up, when the pilot of the
helicopter turned his focus to them.

"Descend the pole!  Now!"  His voice echoed.

However, the person climbing was having known of that.  They continued
their climb right to the top, where the Confederate Flag was waving.  I
expected them to try and pull it down, an that was exactly what they did.
At least at first.  But when they couldn't get it free from the pole, they
turned to their plan-B.

Even at the distance from the pole that I was, I could see the flicker of a
flame as the climber unexpectedly lit the flag on fire.  Presumably with a
lighter or something and it took them a little while to do it with the wind
from the helicopter making it difficult for them.  However, they eventually
managed to get it lit and the dry material quickly went up in flames.  Then
the wind from the helicopter began to fan those flames.

"Yeah!!!  Burn that fucker!"  Someone yelled.

Then Jerome yelled, "Burn this fucker down!"

I looked at Derek and he looked back at me.  We both had the same look on
our faces and we knew shit was about to get serious.  Before we could say a
word, we heard the unmistakable sound of a gunshot ring out.

'Bang!'

It echoed through the crowd and I looked up to see the person on the
flagpole fall backwards from it as they plummeted to the ground.  They'd
obviously been shot.  The only question, was by who.  Was it the police,
the rednecks or someone in between?  Of course then wasn't the time to try
and figure it out.  Because within seconds the crowd went into a full-on
rage.  People started screaming at the top of their lungs, pushing, shoving
and running in absolute insanity.

It suddenly felt as though we were about to be wept up in the chaos as
everyone rushed passed us.  That's when I stepped up onto the base of the
monument and grabbed hold of my Nephew to shield him.  It was the only
thing I could think to do at that time.  There was no way I could fight the
crowds and get us to safety.  All we could do was shelter in place and hope
for the best.

Derek stayed with us and even helped to fight people off who were beginning
to claw at us as they ran by.  Jerome on the other hand was suddenly
nowhere to be seen.  I don't know where he went but I sure couldn't see him
from my vantage point.

We waited a few minutes for the crowd to thin out, before even considering
moving from our perched position.  It wasn't long after that, that we saw a
line of police officers in riot gear come into view and we knew it was
probably safe to get down.  We climbed off the monument and ran for all our
lives.

It was a long way to back to the car but I swear we reached the parking lot
in record time.  Unfortunately, even though we were now only yards from the
car, getting to it wasn't going to be as easy as you might have imagined.
You see, apparently some thugs had gotten the bright idea to begin looting
and destroying property.  I could see my car but just behind it was the
McDonald's, which was now in flames.

"Son of a bitch!"  I yelled and ran for my car.

Derek stayed with Jacob as I rushed to get my car out of the parking lot.
I was lucky enough to get inside it but I couldn't back it up to get out of
the parking spot, because of all the looters.  So without giving it more
than a seconds thought, I hit the gas peddle and jumped the curb.  I'd
never been so scared in all my life as I bounced around in the driver seat.

The car came down the side of the embankment and I turned back onto the
street.  From there I drove up to Derek and Jacob, who were waiting and
watching for me.

As I pulled up to them, I rolled the window down and Jacob yelled, "That
was awesome!"

But I was too shook up and in a panic to say anything other than, "Get the
hell in!"

At which point, they clambered inside and I floored the gas peddle again.
I drove around the block and away from the burning restaurant, before
coming to a stop at a stop sign to gather my thoughts.  I hadn't been there
more than a few seconds, when I heard knocking on the back of the car.  I
turned around in a panic, not knowing what to expect and saw Jerome
standing outside.

"Don't leave a brotha, damn!"  He said and pulled the back passenger side
door open to get in.

He slid into the seat, next to Jacob and I took a deep breath as I drove us
back onto the main road.  The four of us sat, looking out the windows at
the city as we passed burning buildings and crowds of looters.  It looked
as though our small town was now in the grips of a full stage riot.  It
felt like we were driving through a war zone.  I was completely in shock.
Numb really.  I didn't even know where I was driving.  All I knew was that
I was going to try and keep the flames in my rear view mirror.

It was as we sped away from town and the glow of the fires behind us
diminished, that Derek finally asked me where the hell I was taking them.
I told him I didn't know.  So he suggested that we go back to his house.  I
didn't know where he lived but he said he'd show me.  While he pointed out
my turns to me, Jerome started a conversation from the backseat.

"I don't know 'bout ya'll but I'm horny as fuck."  He said.

I looked at him in the rear view mirror and asked, "How the hell can you
horny at a time like this?"

"Look at me bro, this big dick needs attention all the time.  An they ain't
no time like horny time.  An that's all the goddamn time."  He replied.

I couldn't believe what I was hearing and I turned to Derek who said, "He
ain't had a bitch in weeks."

Jerome rolled his eyes and said, "Yeah, well you ain't either."

Derek just shrugged his shoulders and smirked.  I honestly don't think he
cared all that much.

Jerome crossed his arms and said, "The bitches in this town be whack yo.
Ain't a single one wanna get at this.  Ain't that some shit?"

Then I heard Jacob say, "That's alright.  They're probably all on fire
now."

"Well, damn..."  Jerome said with a shocked look on his face.

Derek looked at me and started laughing, and even though I was trying to
focus on driving I couldn't help but laugh too.

Then I looked back at Jerome as he grabbed himself and said, "I like my
bitches hot but damn yo..."

"I can be your hot bitch."  Jacob said proudly.

Then he turned to me and asked, "Right, Uncle James?"

Before I could answer him, Jerome reached over to him and pulled him close
as he said, "Nah, you's a hot-pocket-rocket."

Jacob smiled and Jerome very casually took hold of his hand as he slipped
it into the pocket of his jeans.  I could tell by the expression on the
boy's face, that he was feeling something and it wasn't the man's gun.

"When I got you 'round, I don't need no bitches no ways."  Jerome said,
"They can't handle a proper beat down with this'un."

I knew he was trying to shrug off the disappointment of not getting laid
but he actually was making a good point.  If the girls knew how big his
cock was they probably couldn't take it.

Derek laughed and said, "Nah, bro.  It's that showoff attitude you got,
that scares them away.  You be walking up in the club like, 'what up, I
gotta big cock.'"

Before I could get a word out, Jacob beat me to it and said,"Well, he
does...  I'm touching it."

Jerome grabbed himself again and the boy's hand inside his jeans and said,
"You know it.  I be ready to show them bitches.  But they ain't wanna get
hurt.  My anaconda make them little bitches cry for reals."

Derek shook his head and rolled his eyes again, and I said, "Well, you're
probably better off without the lady drama anyway.  I mean, it's not like
they know the first thing about pleasing a man."

Jacob nodded his head in agreement and smiled.  Derek was quick to read
between the lines of what I was saying and he smiled at Jacob and I.

"Yeah, I know that's right."  Jerome said as he rubbed himself through his
jeans once more, "Maybe tonight you'll let me at some of that little
man-gina."

Hearing him say that caught me by surprise and I turned to Derek, just as
he turned and pointed out a street for me to turn onto.  I pulled us onto
the street and he glanced over at me a little nervously.  I couldn't be
sure in the dim light of the car but it seemed like judging from his facial
expression, that Derek was becoming a little flustered by Jerome's
proposition to Jacob.

Then Jerome turned to Jacob and said, "Ya'll been real good 'bout taking
care of us down-low brothas."

An that really seemed to unsettle Derek.  He turned his head away from me
and stared out the passenger window at the passing trees as we drove.

"So, what you say?  You fellas game tonight?"  Jerome asked, directing his
question more to Jacob than to myself.

I was too busy driving to answer and Derek didn't say a word but Jacob
apparently had things under control.  I looked back in the mirror just as
he crawled over into Jerome's lap and straddled him.  I could see the man's
hands as they caressed the boy's butt and quickly slipped a hand down the
back of his sweatpants to cup his tiny hairless cheeks.

"Mmmmmm, little man.  Yeah, you wanna get at this, huh?"  I heard Jerome
ask.

Then I heard Jacob reply innocently, "I want you to hurt me with your
nigger dick."

Most white people would never use the N-Word around black people in fear of
offending them; Especially on a night like this.  But we'd come to know
Derek and Jerome pretty well and they knew our ways.  They knew we didn't
use the word offensively but instead as sexual term of endearment.  Knowing
that, I think we were probably the only white people around who could use
that word and not be beaten up for it.

Jerome just smiled and squeezed the boy's tiny butt as he pulled him closer
to him.

"An I want your pretty little faggot ass."  Jerome said softly.

I watched them in the mirror as long as I could, until Derek pointed out
another street for me to turn on.

I pulled us onto the street and said, "He'll take such good care of you.
You'll never want a girl again."

However, that seemed to really bother Derek for some reason.  He rolled his
eyes and slouched down in the seat.  I didn't know then what was bothering
him but I would later come to realize that, that car ride was actually
quite awkward for him.

A few minutes later, Derek pointed out one last street for me to turn onto.
It was a narrow side street with a sign for a mobile home park nestled into
some bushes just off the road.  As you might have expected, he lived in
this mobile home park on the west side of town.  It was a dark and seedy
looking place from what I could see as we drove through the park on our way
to his house.

There were groups of people huddled in front of their homes, speaking
loudly and angrily.  An it was clear they were upset, much like the crowd
of protesters were who we had just left from.  Hearing the frustration in
their voices made me nervous about getting out of my car but I continued to
drive with my windows down; Just so that I would be able to listen to what
it was they had to say.

I wasn't able to overhear every word of their conversations but I got the
gist of what they were saying.  There were angry words of frustration
mostly.  Some directed towards the police.  Some directed towards the
rednecks.  An even some directed towards me as I drove through their
neighborhood.

After several long minutes, Derek pointed out his home to me and I pulled
us into the driveway.  I turned off then engine and four us started to get
out.  We could still hear the loud voices of his neighbors echoing in the
darkness but there didn't seem to be anyone around us in the immediate
area.  Which was a relief to say the least.

We each exited the car and I locked the doors, before following Derek up
the front steps.  There, he pushed open the door and lead us inside.  It
was dark in the narrow single-wide mobile home but I could see a nightlight
glowing in the distance.  We walked through the living room on our way to
the kitchen, where I thought I heard the sound of snoring.

I looked around for a moment and quickly realized someone was sleeping on
the couch.  I couldn't see who it was but judging from the sound of their
snoring, I assumed it was probably a man.  Just then, Derek flipped on the
kitchen light and I was able to see that it was in fact an old black man
that was asleep on the couch.

He was dressed in a white tank-top and white boxer shorts.  He had gray
hair and I knew he had to be well into his late 70's or 80's.  He was
sleeping soundly and completely unaware of our presence as we stood only
feet away from him in the kitchen.

It was while were standing around, that Derek pulled out a bowl of
marijuana and quietly proceeded to roll himself a blunt.  It wasn't long
before he'd rolled three joints and took them in his hand.  He held onto
them as he returned the bowl to the cabinet and then he and Jerome lead us
down the hallway to the back bedroom.

Inside, they flipped on the light and gently closed the door behind us.

However, once the door was closed, Jerome put his arm around me and said
softly, "Thing's 'bout to get freaky up in here."

To which I smiled and watched as Derek sat down on the bed in the middle of
the room to light the first of the three joints.  Jacob looked up at me
curiously as he watched the man preparing to get high.  He'd not seen much
drug use, so this was a rare occasion.  The most he'd ever seen before was
when Mark would get totally trashed but luckily, those days were long
behind us.

Then I felt Jerome's hand leave my shoulder and he began to take off his
shirt.  He lifted it up over his head to take it off and revealed his
muscular black chest.  He had an impressive body for an older guy.  The
years of prison fitness had done him a lot of good.  I quietly admired him,
while he tossed his shirt to the floor and put his arm around my little
Nephew.

He pulled the boy close and asked, "You ready to get freaky, boy?  Hmm?"

Jacob nodded and smiled.

"I know that's right."  He said and unbuckled his belt with his free hand.

As the belt slipped it's loops and fell to the floor, the man's
loose-fitting jeans slid down a few inches, exposing even more of his boxer
shorts than what had already been showing.  His curly black pubes and
matching treasure trail came into focus as Jacob stood at eye level with
them.

I watched as he looked up at the man and Jerome pulled him even closer.
Jacob stepped as close as he could to the man and reached his hands out,
taking hold of the waist of Jerome's boxers.  I half expected him to just
pull them right on off of him but to my surprise, he instead took a moment
to admire the horny man before him.

He leaned in and planted a kiss right above the waistline and I heard
Jerome moan, "Mmmmmmm."

Then he kissed him again, only this time he stuck out his tongue and began
to lick around the man's curly black pubes.  It was exciting to see the boy
taking the initiative to enjoy the moment, instead of rushing into things
for a change.  While I watched, Derek offered me a hit of his joint and I
sat down beside him on the bed.

Once there, I took it in hand and inhaled a long drag.  The warm smoke
filled my lungs and I held it deep inside for as long as I could, before
finally exhaling.  I slowly blew smoke out and across the room as the drug
did it's thing.  It was suddenly very relaxing to be in the same room with
two black men and my 10yo Nephew.

Any feelings of anxiety I'd felt from the evenings events was quickly
slipping away and I gladly let it go.  Then, just as I took another hit of
the joint, I felt Derek place his hand on my chest and he pushed me back
onto the bed.  I laid there with the smoke still in my lungs as I looked
over at him, reaching over to my crotch.

At which point, he nodded to me and unbuttoned/unzipped my jeans.  I felt
him pull them open and reach his hand in to grab my 8" cut cock.

"Mmmmmm, fuck."  I moaned softly as I exhaled.

Then to my surprise he leaned his head down and I felt his tongue lap over
my length.  I hadn't expected him to be the sort of guy to suck another
man's cock but there he was, eagerly taking mine into his mouth.

I think it was then, that I began to piece things together in my head.  He
worked his tongue around my shaft like only another cock-loving man could.
He was clearly more experienced with gay sex than he'd first let on.

Then I heard Jerome say, "Mmmmm, that's right motherfucker.  Suck that big
white dick."

"Yes, Sir."  Derek mumbled with my cock in his mouth.

It was then, that I came to realize the situation.  These two men were more
then just best friends.  They'd become fuck buddies on the down-low.  They
had a sexual energy between them, that I could feel flowing over me as it
connected each of them from across the room.

Naturally, I couldn't resist asking, "Where'd you learn to suck cock like
that?"

An Derek lifted his head and looked over at Jerome with a grin.  Just as
the sound of the man's jeans coming down filled the room.  At which time, I
joined him in looking over and set my eyes on Jerome's massive 12.5" uncut
black cock as it came springing up to attention, right in front of Jacob's
face.

The boy quickly took hold of it with both hands and held on to it as the
man stepped out of his jeans.  Once he was standing there freely again, he
placed his hand on the boy's head and guided his lips over the length of
his long shaft.  Derek had stopped sucking me to watch them and my cock was
throbbing hard.  So I placed my hand on his head and pulled him back down
onto me as I gently began to fuck his mouth.

The man sucked and licked my cock like only a professional cock-sucker
could.  He was attentive in every inch of me and his hands massaged my
balls the entire time he had me in his mouth.  Soon he had me stoned and
horny as hell.  I could feel my cock throbbing as I looked over and watched
my Nephew going at Jerome's big cock.

"That's it, Mmmmmm.  Suck him good kiddo."  I moaned.

He eagerly sucked and licked the man's shaft for several minutes, before
finally taking a second to catch his breath.

It was during that time, that Jerome playfully slapped his meaty shaft
against the boy's face and said, "You handle up on this'un real good.
Ain't no bitch can compete with those skills."

Jacob smiled and licked his lips as he listened to the man's praise of him,
before returning to the task of sucking him.  I watched with amazement as
he pulled the man's foreskin back and sucked on the red, swollen knob
hidden within.

Jerome's legs shook as the boy sucked hard on his most sensitive area and
he rustled the boy's hair encouragingly.

"Fuck, yeah.  That's it, Mmmmmmm!  Take care of that fucking dick."  Jerome
moaned.

Then he began to gently face-fuck the boy.  He was careful not to overwhelm
him but he made sure to drive it deep enough to make Jacob choke on it,
before easing back and letting him breath.  My Nephew was getting a good
long suck session out of the man as I finished the joint I'd been smoking
and turned my attention back to Derek.

His head was bobbing up and down on me as he sucked me fast and hard.  His
tongue didn't miss a single inch of me and it wasn't long, before he had me
ready to cum.  I was prepared to pull out and safe him from having to
swallow me.

So I made sure to let him know I was close, by moaning, "Mmmmmm, fuck.  I'm
close.  Mmmmm!"

He started to lift his head up but before he could, Jerome chimed in and
said, "Don't you waste that shit.  Swallow that fucking nut."

An Derek did just that.  He went down on me and stayed there, while I began
to cum into his waiting mouth.  My balls tightened up and globs of thick,
white seed, spurted into his mouth and down his throat.

I could feel him swallowing it as I moaned, "Ohhhh!  Fuckkkkk!!!!"

My body shook as I laid there, letting him milk me dry of my man seed.
After a few minutes, I was completely spent and was beginning to go soft in
his mouth; When he finally let me free of his warm lips and laid down
beside me to relax.

Then he picked up one of the joints and lit it, taking a hit of it as he
let my sperm settle in his stomach.  By which point, he looked in need of a
milking himself and I slid my jeans down to my ankles as I got up to my
feet.  I stood at the edge of the bed and reached down to his belt buckle
to start undressing him.  He smiled at me as I pulled his jeans open and
helped him out of them.

Then he laid back and spread his legs for me.  His 10.5" uncut black cock
was laying there, already dripping with precum and ready to be sucked.  I
got down on my knees between his legs and quickly went to work, sucking his
delicious cock.  The second his salty precum hit my tongue, I was hooked.
I was stroking and sucking his incredible length, while continuing to
listen to my Nephew gagging and choking on Jerome's massive shaft across
the room.

Both black men were moaning and enjoying us white folk worshiping their
enormous black cocks.  They knew we only wanted to please them and they
were more than happy to let us do it.  I was too stoned to realize how much
time was passing but I figure we must have had their cocks in our mouths a
good 30mins, before Jerome began to walk Jacob over to the bed.

I looked over, just as he picked the boy up and set him down on all fours,
beside Derek on the mattress.  Then he grabbed hold of Jacob's sweatpants
and yanked them down, revealing his hairless bubble butt.

Jacob smiled at Derek and wiggled his butt in anticipation.  He was eager
and ready to take the man's cock, and I was excited to see him do it.

"That's right.  Shake it for me.  Let me see you wiggle that pretty young
thing."  The man said and Jacob wiggled his butt with excitement.

I stopped sucked Derek for a moment and watched anxiously as my little
Nephew presented himself to the horny, hung black man.  Jerome stepped
closer and slapped his massive black cock across the boy's bare butt
cheeks.  It was an incredible sight to see.  The long black inches laying
atop my Nephew's tiny bubble butt was almost enough to make Derek cum as I
felt his cock throb in my hand and a spurt of precum oozed out from within
his foreskin.

I licked it up and smiled as I relished the taste of it.  While I savored
the flavor, Jerome knelt down behind Jacob, spread his tiny cheeks and
shoved his tongue between them.

"Mmmmm!"  The boy moaned.

Derek and I watched as the man devoured the boy's puckered rosebud hole and
sent him into shivers of pleasure.  His little body was shaking as Jerome
nibbled, licked, sucked and tongued his boy hole.  We all knew how much the
boy loved his hole played with and if there was one thing Jerome and Derek
would real good about, it was pleasuring his hole.

Both men knew just how to send him over the edge.  I don't know if Jerome
even realized it but at one point he had gotten Jacob to dry orgasm without
even trying.  It must have been the flick of his tongue across the boy's
puffy fuck hole that did the trick.  Because his entire body went wild as
the man rimmed the hell out of him.

Derek was smiling from ear to ear as he laid there with me watching.

Then I heard him whisper, "That tongue of his, Mmmmmmm.  Ain't no one can
do what he can do."

I smiled and nodded.

Just then, we heard the man smack the boy's butt cheeks hard as he said,
"Make that pussy blink."

We couldn't see Jacob's hole from where we positioned but judging from the
reaction he got from Jerome, he was twitching it just right.

"Fuck yeah, Mmmmmm.  That's a hungry pussy right there."  The man said.

Then he gave it a few last licks of his tongue, before standing back up
behind the boy.  At which point, he placed his hand on the boy's back and
shoved his head down.

"Get that head down."  He said.

An Jacob had no choice but to lower his head down to the mattress.

"Mmmmmm, yeah boy.  I'm fix'n turn this shit out."  He said.

Derek and I watched as he lined himself up with the boy's hole and shoved
the head of his cock in, sinking it in a few inches.

"Ahhhhhhhh!!!!"  Jacob cried out.

He lifted his head but Jerome was quick to slap him and say, "Put that
fuck'n head down!"

The boy started to cry as the long black cock worked it's way up inside
him.  His little body shook and squirmed and his face turned bright red as
Jerome held him by his hips and forced inch after inch of his cock into
Jacob's hole.  It took several minutes but eventually he'd managed to cram
it all up inside the boy.

"How that feel?"  Jerome asked.

"It hurtssssss!  Ahhhhhhh!"  Jacob cried.

"Mmmmmm!  Be a good bitch and handle it."  The man said with a proud grin.

Then he rocked his hips pulling himself half way out of the boy, before
quickly slamming back into him again.

"Ahhhhh!!!"  Jacob cried.

His cries were loud and I knew others had to be able to hear him.

Derek realized it too and said, "Take it easy dude, don't wanna wake the
old man up."

Jerome looked down at Jacob and said, "You heard him, boy.  Shut the fuck
up."

"Ahhhhhh!"  Jacob cried out again.

"Shut, the fuck up!  Take that dick and shut the fuck up."  Jerome said as
he continued to slam the boy's hole.

I could see my Nephew trying hard not to make a sound, while the man fucked
him but it was very hard for him to do.  Fortunately, after a few more
minutes Jacob was adjusting better to the ass pounding and his cries had
begun to turn to labored whimpers and sobs.

Jerome was really getting into it and enjoying having the boy's young hole
wrapped around his long shaft.  He was giving him long, deep thrusts and
making sure Jacob felt every inch of it.  I could tell from the sobbing,
that Jacob was hurting deep inside as the man's cock drilled him as deep as
it could.

"Gotta teach this boy how to take it like a prison bitch."  Jerome said,
"Gotta keep that mouth shut and let that booty do the talk'n.  Gonna make
that booty hole yawn."

At which point, Derek asked, "Think I can hit that shit too?"

I smiled and replied, "Um, yeah I guess.  If Jerome let's you."

"I ain't mean after him, I mean with him."  Derek said as he stroked
himself.

Even with his bad grammar, I could connect the dots and knew he was asking
me if he could double penetrate my Nephew.  I probably should have said no
and looked out for the boy's best interest.  However, he was face down,
crying like a baby and taking a serious fucking from a huge cock; Which I
knew was hurting him in all the right ways.  An I figured knowing him, if
there was a way to hurt his hole just a little bit more, he'd want to try.
So I just nodded my head in acknowledgment.

An with that, Derek scooted over close to Jacob and whispered something in
his ear.  The boy lifted his head and started shaking it with a panicked
look on his face.

To which Jerome asked, "What goes on here?"

The man slowed his fucking to a stop and stared Derek down as though he'd
just brought his entire fuck session to an abrupt halt.  I could sense the
tension between the two of them and I laid there waiting to see who was
going to win out.  Jacob was scared and having second thoughts.  Jerome was
in mid-fuck and standing there waiting.  While Derek tried to negotiate his
way into the action.

In the end, few words were said but one things was clear; Derek was going
to get his way.  The next thing I knew, Jerome was pulling himself out of
Jacob's hole and the boy looked back at him in shock.

"Hope you is real hungry 'cause we fix'n to force feed that pussy bitch."
Jerome said and laid down on the bed.

Jacob turned to me and his little tear stained eyes popped open wide as he
said, "Uncle James..."

To which I replied, "Don't look at me, you're the one that wanted to be his
hot bitch."

"Bu-bu-but not for both of 'em."  He whimpered and sniffled.

"Eyes bigger than your mouth, eh bitch?"  Jerome asked with a grin as he
laid back on the bed and reached out to Jacob, "Get over here and sit the
fuck down."

Before he could say another word, the man had dragged him over to him and
was picking him up by his little waist.

Then he planted the boy right down on his massive black shaft and Jacob let
out a scream, "Ahhhhh!!!"

I watched as the man's cock slid right back up inside the boy, filling his
puffy, red, swollen hole full.  The sight of which made my own cock twitch.
I could have laid there enjoying that show for hours, if it weren't for
Derek blocking my view as he scooted up behind him to grab hold of his
little legs.  The boy fell onto his back across Jerome's chest and the man
threw his arms around him to hold him still, while Derek guided his own big
black cock towards the boy's hole.

As the head of the man's shaft began to press against Jerome's cock,
already deep inside Jacob's hole; The boy started to let out a scream.

However, Jerome placed his hand over the boy's mouth to muffle him and
said, "Open your fucking pussy and shut up."  I watched as the two men
pried at my Nephew's hole with their big black cocks, until they somehow
managed to gain entry to him.  Jacob was bawling his eyes out but he wasn't
able to make too much sound with Jerome's hand tight over his mouth.

All he could do was let Derek throw his legs back and lay there, while they
raped his little butt hole bloody.  Soon both men had the bed rocking to
the sway of their fucking and Jacob was taking it like a little rag doll.
I think he'd lulled them into a false sense of security by not making
nearly as much noise as they expected.  Because after a few minutes, Jerome
became confident enough to move his hand away from the boy's mouth.

However, the second his hand slipped away from Jacob's lips, he immediately
went to screaming, "AHHHHHHH!!!!!"

The sound echoed through the room and reverberated through the poorly
constructed walls of the mobile home.  I knew if that wasn't enough to wake
the man sleeping in the living room, than nothing would.

Of course, naturally it had and he was quickly making his way toward the
back bedroom.  So as you would expect, we all went into panic mode when we
heard him pounding on the door.

'Bam!  Bam!  Bam!'

"Oh shit!"  Derek said.

"Oh hell nah..."  Jerome remarked.

I jumped up from the bed with my jeans at my ankles and shuffled my way
over to the door.

'Bam!  Bam!  Bam!'

The man pounded again and fearing that he might break the door down, I
flipped off the lights, plunging the room into darkness.

"God damn it, Derek!  Open this fucking door!"  He yelled.

Everyone went quiet as I tried frantically to pull my jeans back up.  I was
holding them by the waistband when the old man unexpectedly managed to
force the door open.  Luckily my foot was in the way, preventing him from
completely opening it but he set eyes on me and his jaw dropped.

"A white boy!?  In my house!?"  He yelled and reached around the door,
grabbing hold of me.

I tried to keep his hands away but he somehow managed to grab me by my
jeans and before I knew it, I was being dragged threw the partially open
door.  I did the only thing I could do and took hold of the handle and let
him yank me into the hallway.  I pulled it shut behind me and stood there
in shock, in the glow of the nightlight with one hand holding my jeans and
the other covering myself.

"Who the fuck are you?"  He asked in a deep scratchy voice.

"I'm James."  I replied nervously.

To which he said, "I don't know no James."

"I'm, I'm Derek's friend."  I said.

"Do I look stupid to you, boy?  I Derek he don't hang 'round no white
folk."  He said as he started for the door again, "Who else he got in
there?"

I stood fast and blocked him with all my strength.  I could only imagine,
that if this was how he reacted to finding a white man being in his house,
there was no telling how he'd react if he discovered a little boy in his
Son's bed.

"I'm his, um, um, his um..."  I stammered looking for the words.

"You his what?  Huh?"  He asked as he grabbed my shoulder, "Get out the
damn way...  Better yet, get your ass over here."

Before I could respond he began shoving me down the hallway towards the
living room.  Together we came around the corner and into the light of the
kitchen, which brought my half-nakedness into view.

He stood there with me for a moment and just stared.  An that made me even
more nervous than I already was.  I wasn't sure what to do and before I
could say anything, we heard the sound of Jacob's crying echo from the
bedroom.

I instinctively turned my head to look back down the hallway but that only
lasted a second; Because the next thing I knew, I felt the man's hand
tugging at my jeans.

"Drop 'em."  He said forcefully.

I immediately released my grip, causing them to fall to the floor.  At
which point, my semi hard cock came into view and the man took notice of
it.

"That's all you got?"  He asked and shook his head with disgust.

Feeling as though he was calling me out for my penis size, I looked at his
crotch to see if I could get an idea of what he was packing.  It was then,
that I nearly fainted when I saw the head of his long black dick poking out
from the bottom of his boxer shorts.  Mind you, they were baggy cotton
boxers.  So you can imagine how long his meat had to be to reach all the
way down to the bottom.

"Oh shit..."  I said under my breath.

Then to my surprise, he took hold of his boxers and pulled them down to his
knees to reveal his low hanging black cock.  I'll say one thing, what they
say about black men having big cocks must be true.  Because the old man had
an impossibly huge 13" uncut cock on him.  I stared down at it as we both
listen to my Nephew continuing to receive his fucking in the bedroom.

"Shit, now that's..."  I said in disbelief, "That's a fucking weapon..."

'How on earth could such a thing be real?' I thought to myself.  It was the
biggest cock I'd ever seen and it actually scared me to be so close to it.
However, I wouldn't stop looking at it.  He rocked his hips and made it
flop around as I stared long and hard at it.  But just then, my attention
was quickly redirected when Jacob let out another loud cry and I turned my
head.

"Don't worry 'bout your friend.  They gett'n handled up on, black-style."
He said and reached out, taking my hand and guided it to his cock, "This
here fix'n make you scream."

An with that, I turned my attention back to him and his long black cock.  I
wasn't sure if I was ready or willing to take on such a challenge but
without even thinking about it, I got down on my knees and opened my mouth
for him.

A part of me really wanted to go back into the bedroom and see what I was
missing but another part of me knew I had a job to do.  I had to keep this
old black man occupied, so that he wouldn't discover the little white boy
in his house; Being butt-fucked by Derek and Jerome.

I won't bore you with how I took care of the old man but I'll have you
know, I did just that.  I sucked that big black cock for all it was worth
and swallowed his thick load of baby-batter too.  He might not have made me
scream like he'd promised but I sure made him cream.

Luckily, after he'd drained his balls, he'd tired himself out again and I
was able to help him fall asleep on the couch; Long enough for me to get
back to the back bedroom to retrieve Jacob.

By this time, my Nephew was a sobbing, wet mess as he laid there on the bed
soaked in cum and tears.  Derek and Jerome, had fucked the hell out of him
and left him there to cry himself to sleep; While they shared the last
joint and spooned together on the far end of the bed.

That's when I became a little frustrated with them.  Would you believe they
didn't even offer to help me lift the boy up and get him dressed.  They
just laid there and watched with a stoned, proud, grin on both their faces.
Needless to say, I was not impressed but I did feel a little better about
things, after I got Jacob's sweatpants back on him and carried him out to
the car; Where he told me his hole hurt real bad but that he loved it so
much.

It was a relief to know that he was happy with how things had turned out.
After all, he'd just had his little fuck hole stretched and seeded by two
horny black men.  Not many boys his age could say that.  So all in all, I
suppose things had turned out nice and puffy in the end.

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