Date: Sun, 14 Nov 2010 13:57:25 -0800 (PST) From: Ronald Frobnitz <moose91762@yahoo.com> Subject: Bruce's Tale This story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance between the characters depicted in this story and any real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. Copyright 2010 by Dick Zucher The following story includes descriptions of sexual acts among children and an adult, including homosexual incest. If reading such material is illegal where you are, or if you are offended by such material, please leave now. This story is a continuation of the tales of the Little Perverts Club, as seen in Nifty Erotic Stories under Young Friends. If you enjoy this tale, (I know someone will enjoy Bruce's Tail) (ugh. sorry about that) I would like to hear from you . Send your comments to moose91762@yahoo.com Thanks for reading. Bruce's Tale From the files of the Little Perverts Club By Dick Zucher My name is Bruce. I'm a member of The Little Perverts Club, which you know all about if you've read some of the stories written by Dick Zucher. I'm twelve years old, and I live in the brand new Country Village apartments, out on the edge of town. The Little Perverts Club got started when my three friends, Ted, David, Grant and I started meeting in an old barn so we could jack off together. Then Ted taught us about sucking dick, and David taught us all about fucking. Grant's big brother, Gary, and Ted's brother, Ron, walked in on us one day when we were sucking each other off, and they named us The Little Perverts Club, but they didn't mean anything nasty by it, I'm sure. After all, they offered to take us all camping, and the day we got home from that camping trip is where my story begins. Gary dropped us all off in the parking lot, and we said our good-bys. It had been a busy couple of days, and everyone was tired, not to mention all fucked out. Gary had fucked my ass but good, and I was a little sore. Gary is 17, and he's got like a seven-inch cock. I grabbed my back pack and headed home, not to eager to see my old man, who's a real asshole. My dad doesn't spank me and my half-brother, he uses a belt. My stepmother is cool, but she's afraid of Dad. I think he knocks her around some, too. Anyway, I walked in the front door of the apartment, and thought I might sneak into my bedroom and take a nap before Dad knew I was home. I should be so lucky. "That you, Bruce?" my dad called from the kitchen. "Yeah, I'm home," I said. "Well, c'mere and give your old man a kiss," he said. I went into the kitchen, and found Dad sitting at the breakfast bar with several empty beer bottles in front of him. This didn't look good. Dad could be real nasty when he was drunk. Sometimes, though, he got all mushy and lovey. "Have a good time camping, boy? "Yeah. It was real fun. We made s'mores, and told scary stories, and we had a weenie roast," I told him. "A weenie roast?" he said. "Where you piss on the fire to put it out?" "Yeah. Like that," I answered. "We used to do that when I was a kid," Dad said. "I always liked to do that, 'cause I was able to show 'em my dick was bigger than theirs. Yep, I prob'ly had a bigger dick than any other 12 year old in Columbia County, Arkansas. I showed 'em!" "Well, 'scuse me, Dad, but I gotta fire to put out right now." I turned and headed toward the bathroom. "Wait a minute. Why you walkin' funny?" "I told you, Dad, I gotta pee." "That ain't no gotta pee kinda walk. You get cornholed while you was campin'?" "Ah . . . no." "Don't lie to me, boy." He grabbed the elastic waistband of my shorts and yanked my pants down around my ankles. Roughly, he turned me around. "You're all red. Who's been fuckin' you, boy, the Hooper kid?" "No, sir," I answered truthfully. "Then it must've been Gary Carson." Dad was hot. "Your other queer little friends couldn't be big enough to make marks like that." "Dad, it's . . . it's not like you think," I stammered. "Nobody's gonna fuck my kid in the ass but me," he said. He fumbled with his belt buckle. Oh, no, not the belt, please. But instead of pulling his belt off, he dropped his pants and his boxers, exposing his cock. My dad did have a big cock, like he said. Soft, if was about five inches long, with a foreskin that hung down a good inch below that. "If you're gonna mess around with a man's dick," he said, "then make sure it's a man's dick, not just some snot-nose teenager's. Suck it, boy." I didn't need to be told twice. My own little dick was standing straight up at the idea of sucking my dad's cock. I took his tool in my right hand and pointed it upwards at my mouth and gave it a lick. My dad wasn't the cleanest redneck in California. He was a bit cheesy under the foreskin, but no matter, the smell and the taste drove me wild. I skinned back the hood and licked the head. "That's right, boy," Dad said. "Clean it up good." My dad's cock was getting harder now. I still held it in my hand as I sucked as much of it as I could get into my mouth. "That's right, suck it. Take it all in," Dad was saying. "Mmm. That Carson boy musta taught you right." My head bobbed up and down on his man cock, and I swirled my tongue around on the head, doing my best to please the old man. At least while he was getting his cock sucked he wasn't thinking about whooping me. Out of the corner of my eye I saw movement. My half-brother, Dickie was peeking his little blonde head around the corner, and was watching us. Dickie is seven, and I suspect Dad has been fucking him since he was five. Dad pulled his dick out of my mouth and said, "Get down on the floor, kid. I'm gonna fuck you like you never been fucked before." I obeyed, getting on my hands and knees with my ass in the air. Dad knelt behind me, jacking his cock slowly. He ran his hand through his hair to get the Brylcreem for lubricant. He used a lot of Brylcreem, so lube wasn't going to be a problem. Dickie's eyes were as big as saucers as he watched our dad stick his dick in me. He came into the room, his own little cocklet tenting his bathing suit. Like me, he never wore a shirt if he didn't have to, so he was tan all over, and his little bare feet made slapping noises on the linoleum as he walked. Dad pushed his ramrod into my ass, and it took all I had in me not to cry out. Immediately his pubes were brushing against my tender bum. At last the pain went away, and the good feeling you get when getting fucked took over. Dad started fucking in and out, getting into a good rhythm. "Hey, Dickie," Dad said. "Glad you could join us. You like the sight of your big brother getting cornholed?" Dickie nodded shyly, and rubbed his little penis. "Come on over here, boy, and put your dick in Brucie's mouth. Make him suck you." Dickie's little boner sprang up as he pulled down his bathing suit. I'd seen Dickie naked lots of times, but this was the first time I'd ever seen him with a stiffy. It couldn't have been more than an inch and a half long, and his foreskin was tight. It still covered his head completely, with that little pucker at the end. I took his little bone into my mouth and started sucking while my dad pounded my ass. "That's right, Bruce," Dad grunted. "Suck his dick. Suck Dickie's little dickie. Hah!" Dickie put his hands on my head as though to guide me in my sucking, and Dad had his hands on my hips, pulling me into himself. He pounded my ass hard, furiously, with a passion. Groaning and grunting, he continued, in and out, until finally, he tensed up and cried out. "Ahhh. Holy shit! Oooh, man, oh man. Ughhh." I felt his cock twitch and pulse as he shot his load deep into my bowels. With a sigh, he pulled out and rested on his haunches, his pants around his ankles. "Whew! I was gonna tell you you couldn't see those boys anymore, but I'm thinkin' with practice, you might get good at this," he said. "Go get your old man a beer, huh?" #*#*#*#* Well, that's my story, and I'm sticking to it. I hope you enjoyed it. I'd love to hear from you. That's what I'm writing for, just to hear your applause. (And I know some of you didn't care much for it, but maybe you could tell me how I could make it better.) The address is moose91762@yahoo.com I have another story on Nifty, under Incest, entitled Roleplay With Steve, and I'm working on a continuation of that, tentatively titled My Nephew, My Son, My Lovers which should be done some time around November 20 or so. And don't miss my other stories about the Little Perverts Club, under Young Friends.