Date: Mon, 18 Jul 2016 12:35:16 -0400
From: Fmhar1969@aol.com
Subject: Fireman's Son, Chapter 11

Archive: "Fireman's Son, Chapter 11" (Rob) (BBs oral anal group)

The last chapter (10) got longer and harder to write when I got the idea of
bringing on Bart, a new graduated jock and then had the flash of
inspiration to introduce John, Bart's older Navy Seal brother. So now Steve
has had hot sex with two adult military men (Matt the Marine and John),
Rick the White's handyman, and Doug the twins post-graduate cousin. When I
finally finished, I was tired and my computer/e-mail was acting up and I
completely forgot to add on the opening paragraphs before submitting. Since
this chapter was already almost complete, I decided to polish it up a bit
and submit it so you would have two long chapters to enjoy. Hope you do
enjoy this chapter and Chapter 10. Let me know what you think. I haven't
heard from hardly anyone in awhile.  Rob at fmhar1969@aol.com.

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Fireman's Son
Chapter 11
Next Day – JoJo, Luis, and the Barrio Gang

	Sunday evening Steve and his parents had a quiet night at
home. Steve told them what a great time he had had with JoJo and Kurt on
the lake. He also told them about meeting Bart and John Jenkins. They knew
about John and had heard he was coming home on leave. His father was
especially interested in John and asked Steve a lot of questions about him
and what he had told them about his military service. Steve didn't know too
much, but was able to elaborate on the few facts that he remembered that
had come up in the course of the afternoon and evening.
       To get off the subject of John's heroic military exploits, Steve
told them all about the fabulous Jenkins lake house, describing it in
detail to his interested parents. The Jenkins were much better off then the
Andrews and most of their friends. Although their town wasn't really big
and most of its citizens knew one another well enough to say hello, there
were levels of "society" that were somewhat separate
       Of course, what Steve didn't tell them about was all the sex they
had had. How he had been fucked and used all day and into the night by the
three teenaged jocks and the older Navy Seal.
       His father was going back on duty at the firehouse the next day, so
they enjoyed being together.
      About nine o'clock Monday morning, after his father and mother had
left, the telephone rang.  Steve answered and heard JoJo's deep voice,
"What's up, kid?"
      "Not much.  I'm still in bed, resting up from yesterday."
      "How `bout me coming over there and joining you?  You up for some
more fuckin'?"
      "Sure.  Come on over.  I'm always ready for you, big boy."
      "I bet you say that to all the guys, don'tcha?"
      "Yeah, I guess I do.  At least to all the guys that're as hot and
sexy as you."
      "See you in fifteen minutes.  You better be naked and ready for me
`cause I'm randy as a goat.  Just thinking about fucking that hot ass of
yours has me hard as a rock," and he hung up.
      Steve ran to the bathroom and took a quick shower, using his mom's
douche attachment to clean his ass out real good.  Just as he was drying
off, the doorbell rang.  He wrapped the towel around his waist and went
downstairs.  He opened the front door and there stood the big powerlifter
dressed in only a pair of shorts and sneakers.  His t-shirt was stuffed in
his back pocket.  His shorts were low-slung around his hips, showing the
heavy growth of dark hair running from below his navel into his pubic
patch.  Steve thought it was so sexy compared to the short, growing-in hair
on his torso.  His heavily muscled upper body glowed with a sheen of sweat
as if he had just oiled it for competition.  He must not have shaved again
because his face was shadowed by a darker stubble than yesterday. It was
almost thick enough to be considered a short beard.
      "Well, kid, are you just gonna stand there looking at me or are you
gonna let me in so I can show you the rest of it?" the big jock asked with
a grin.
      Steve stepped back and said, "Sure.  Come on in."
      JoJo stepped in and closed the door behind him.  He reached out and
pulled the towel from around Steve's waist.  The boy stood there naked in
front of the older boy, his nice sixteen (actually sixteen and a half)-year
old cock hard already.  "Oh baby, I get off just looking at that sweet
smooth, muscled bod of yours.  Thinking how it's gonna open up and take my
big dick and make it feel better'n any chick I've ever had.  Turn around
and let my see that cute ass."
      Steve turned around and bent over slightly, thrusting his ass toward
the big teenager.  JoJo reached out and grabbed Steve's melon shaped buns
in his big hands and gave them a hard squeeze and pulled them open exposing
Steve's shiny-with-lube pucker.  "Oh, yeah, round and firm and fully
packed.  Just waitin' to take my big dick and make it happy.  Ain't it?"
      "You know it, big guy," Steve moaned.  "I can't wait for you to fuck
me, fuck me hard just like yesterday and the day before."
      JoJo turned Steve back around to face him, reached for the buttons of
his shorts, and quickly unfastened them, pushing them down.  As they
dropped to the floor, his massive cock jumped up and slapped his hard belly
before coming to a halt at a forty-five degree slant out from his body.
Steve gazed at the massive piece of manmeat quivering in front of the
muscle-stud's hairy groin.  As he gazed at the raging ramrod, Steve felt
his asshole quiver with anticipation.  He could hardly wait to feel JoJo's
massive monster pounding into his itching, still slightly sore cunt.  He
knew from yesterday that the night in the cabin hadn't been just a party
thing.  After yesterday at the lake, Steve knew he could count on JoJo to
take good care of him, just like Tony wanted.  He knew those big balls
hanging in their loose sac of hair-covered skin were full of cum just
needing his talented mouth and ass to get it out.
      "Let's get up to that bed of yours," JoJo said as he stroked his
hardon, gathering the pre-cum that was drooling out of the piss-slit into
his cupped hand and slicking it down the shaft, making the whole thing
gleam in the light filtering through the closed curtains.
      The two naked teens mounted the stairs and made their way to Steve's
room. As soon as they reached Steve's bed, the big jock pushed him forward
and down, "Legs spread and ass up. I know how you like it, hard and dirty,
and that's how I'm gonna give it to you, slut-boy."
	Steve fell forward, at the same time reaching around to spread his
ass cheeks wide open, offering his hole to the big hairy stud's ramrod. "Oh
yeah! Shove it in, stud! I need it! It's been twelve hours my ass's been
empty! Ram that big meat in and fill me up like you did yesterday and
Saturday. I wish Kurt and Bart and John were here, but it's up to you big
guy. Fuck me good and hard," he moaned as the thick meat forced its way
through his ass muscle and plunged deep into his insides. "Oh yes! That's
it fuck me! Fuck me!" he continued as JoJo pulled all the way out and
rammed back in again and again and again.
	"I'm cumming! I'm filling you with my cum, you little slut. I'm
filling your pussy with my hot jock cum. You feel that? You feel that jizz
filling your guts, pussy-boy?"
	"Oh yes! Oh god yes! I'm cumming! I'm cumming! You're fucking it
out of me, you big stud!"
	Emptied out – for the moment at least – the big weight-lifter
crashed down, forcing Steve flat across his bed. They were still for a
moment. Then Steve, realizing that the big cock was still hard up inside
him, began to rotate his hips, pushing up against the weight of the big
teen on top of him.
	"What the fuck!" JoJo exclaimed when he realized what Steve was
doing. "You little slut! You wantin' more already? It's a good thing I've
had the night to refill! You want more, okay I got more for you. You feel
that?" he demanded as he flexed his hardon inside Steve's guts. "You feel
that! That big rod is still hard and I'm gonna fuck another load up your
cummy ass. I'm gonna fill you up with another load of my jock cum. You're
gonna be vomitin' it out your belly, but before you can get it out I'm
gonna plug your pussy-throat with my big, thick cork. Whatta you think
about that, you little cunt? You're gonna be corked just like a bottle of
seltzer!"
	All Steve could do is moan as the big jock pulled up and out of his
ass before plunging back in.
	"Yeah! Moan, bitch! Moan and take it! Take this big cock like the
little whore you are! Yeah! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" the muscle-heavy stud
demanded as he forcefully slammed in and out of Steve's hot, slick asshole,
pounding him into the mattress.
	"Yeah! Take it! Take my cum, you little whore!" as he slammed one
last time deep into Steve's guts and filled them with another jock load of
jizz."
	Then, as he shot out the last spurt into the tight tunnel, he
pulled out, grabbed Steve's legs, turned him over onto his back and kneed
his way up to his chest. "Open up, baby. I told you I was gonna plug you at
this end. Open up and swallow it down." Steve opened his mouth and took the
big, cummy snake into his mouth and swallowed as it was forced down his
throat. "Oh yeah! Hot, tight gullet! Swallow, baby! Suck Daddy's cock
clean!"
	Several hours and several fucks – doggy, missionary, upside down
- later, as the two lay in the rumpled, cum-soaked bed together, Steve
cuddled up against JoJo's side, his head resting in the crook of the big
jock's arm pit, his cheek resting on the side of his massive, hairy pec,
the older boy's arm wrapped around the younger one's body, pulling him
close, Steve said, "You know all you buddies of Tony's: you, the twins,
Kurt, Jimbo, have stepped up and taken care of me like Tony wanted.  But I
haven't heard anything from Luis.  Doesn't he want to fuck me?  Do you
think he doesn't like me?  I thought he had a good time that night in the
cabin, but he's never tried to come back for more."
      "Shit, kid.  I'm sure Luis would love to get into you tight pussy, to
feel those sweet lips wrapped around his big pinga and to plow your cute
ass with his big brown pole.  Unfortunately, he ain't as lucky as the rest
of us.  His family doesn't have much money and he's having to work two jobs
this summer trying to save up enough to get him through college in the
fall.  He's working at his uncle's garage down in the barrio and he works
the night shift at the factory.  He probably doesn't even have time to
think about this sweet ass of yours.  If he does think about it, it
probably just gives him a hardon that he has to get rid of with his five
fingers.
      "Speaking of that sweet ass, looks like my big boy is ready for
another ride.  You ready to get plowed again?"
      "You bet," Steve said as he rolled over on his stomach, spread his
legs, and lifted his butt into the air.
      An hour later, after JoJo had left and Steve had taken another shower
and used his mother's douche tube again, he got the idea of checking out
the yellow pages to see if he could find the number and address of Luis'
uncle's garage.  He was lucky.  He found a big ad for "Mendoza's Garage"
with an address he knew was down in the Mexican part of town.  After some
hesitation, he dialed the number.  A gruff voice with a heavy Mexican
accent answered.  Steve asked if he could speak with Luis.  The voice
yelled, "Luis, telefon."
      "Si, this is Luis."
      "Luis, this is Steve.  Steve Andrews, Tony's friend.  Do you remember
me?"
      "Steve? Ah, si...Tony's little puta.  Yes, I remember you well."
      "JoJo told me how you're working two jobs this summer, and you don't
have much free time, but I was wondering if you could come by my house
sometime or, maybe, I could come down there.  I'd sure like to see you."
      "What's the matter, little girl," Luis whispered into the phone, "you
not getting enough hard cock with Tony gone?  That sweet white ass of yours
hungry for some Mexican chorizo?"
      "That's it, Luis.  The other guys are taking care of me real good,
but I'd sure like to get some of your hot Mexican cock," Steve replied.
      "You know where this place is?"
      "I think so."
      After giving Steve directions, Luis told him to park his bike on
Maple Street between Cedar and York.  He told him to walk down the alley
until it dead-ended at a wooden fence with a loose board where he could get
in.  That would put him in the back of the garage beside a shed.  He told
him to wait there, out of sight, until he could slip out to join him.
      Steve got his bike out of the garage and pedaled down to the place
Luis had said.  He chained his bike to a tree growing on the sidewalk and
walked down the dusty, weed-choked alley.  He found the loose board just as
Luis had said and slipped through the opening.  He waited in the shadow of
the shed, hidden from view from the main building.  As he looked
surreptitiously around, he saw old broken down cars, piles of oil drums,
and other assorted junk all grown up with weeds.  This was clearly not a
place that got much attention from the men who worked in the garage.
      A few minutes after he arrived, in the stillness of the deserted
yard, Steve heard a door close.  He peeked around the corner of the shed
and saw Luis coming toward him.  Steve watched as the tall Latino stud
walked his way, carrying his tall, slim body like a great jungle cat.  He
wore a greasy grey overall open down to his navel, revealing his smooth,
brown, hard-muscled chest and abdomen.  He turned the corner and reached
for the waiting boy.  He opened a door Steve had not even noticed and
pulled him into the shadowy semi-darkness.
      "We don't have much time.  I can't be gone long.  You want to suck my
dick, get on your knees and get to work," Luis commanded as he pulled the
zipper of the overall all the way down to the bottom, revealing the long
silky black hairs surrounding the base of his thick cock.  He reached in
and pulled it out.  The long, dark-skinned snake was already half hard.
The foreskin was partially pulled back uncovering part of the bulbous
purplish-pink head.  He smiled down at the kneeling boy and fisted the
foreskin all the way back revealing the entire helmet glistening with the
accumulated cock slime.  The pisshole was drooling precum.  "Come on, baby.
Take that cock.  I been half hard ever since you called remembering how
good those soft lips felt wrapped around my stiff pole and how good it felt
fucking down into your tight throat.  Gimme head!  Blow that fat pinga!  I
need it bad, baby!  I ain't had time for any kind of sex since school let
out.  My hand's been my best bud and now you're it."
      Steve concentrated on giving the hot Latino stud the best blow job
he'd ever gotten.  First he sucked on the mushroom shaped glans lapping up
all the slime covering it. He pushed his tongue up under the folds of the
heavy foreskin, getting every last bit of the goodies it was hiding. He
knew he wanted more of Luis' big Mexican dick, and he was determined to
give him the best blowjob he knew how to give so as to have him coming back
for more.  Luis urged him on with dirty talk in a mixture of Spanish and
English as he forced his thick shaft all the way in and down.  Soon, after
fucking the big invader in and out, he was flooding Steve's mouth and
throat with his spicy salsa and moaning loudly.  He let Steve suck on his
softening dick, tonguing under the heavy foreskin as it moved down to cover
the head, and then pulled it out of the boy's hungry mouth.  Steve began
slurping on the big, sweaty balls as he lost the cock, "Oh, Luis, that was
so good.  I love your big cock, but I want you to fuck my ass," Steve said
looking up into the handsome brown face of the perspiring stud.
      "Yeah, I wanna fuck that pretty ass, but not now.  I gotta get back
inside or my uncle will be wondering where I am.  Look, I leave here at
three o'clock.  I gotta be at my other job at five.  What about if I come
by your house on my way?  Will you be alone?"
      "Yeah, my mom doesn't get home until five thirty or six o'clock.
I'll be there ready and waiting with my ass all lubed up for your hot, hard
cock.  We'll have plenty of time.  It only takes about fifteen minutes to
get to my house from here. Do you know where I live?"
       Steve gave him directions to his house, and the two slipped out of
the shed, and Luis headed back into the garage while Steve slipped out
through the loose board and headed for his bike.
      When he got to the place where he had left his bike chained to a
tree, he found it surrounded by a mixed group of young teenagers. There
were a couple of Blacks, five Latinos, a couple of white kids and an Asian.
They were dressed in a mixture of cutoffs, cargo shorts, and jeans.
Several of them were bare-chested and the others had on tank tops or
t-shirts.  They were all tanned and muscled and tough looking.  The tallest
boy, a hot looking Latino in cargo shorts and short-cut t-shirt, stepped
toward Steve and said, "So, gringo, is this your bike?"
      "Yes, it's mine," Steve replied as he ran his eyes over the young
stud's partially covered torso, taking in the well-developed chest
stretching the fabric of the tee and what he could see of the rippling
six-pack.  The trail of dark hair running down from under the bottom of the
cut-off shirt and disappearing into the low-slung shorts caught his eye and
he followed it down to stare at the bulge in the boy's pants.
      "What're you doing down here on our hood with your fancy bike, sissy
boy?  Looking for trouble?  Or maybe you're looking for something else," he
said as he let his hand drop down to grab his crotch.  Steve was mesmerized
and couldn't help but stare as the leader stroked the growing mass.  "Hey,
guys, I think we got us a gringo sissy-boy down here looking for some
action.  You think we got something for him?"
      A small Asian kid who looked about twelve stepped up next to his
leader.  "Yeah, Rafe, I bet we got what he wants.  I know I got seven hard
inches the sissy-boy can have," he said as he stroked an impossibly large
bulge in the front of his tight jeans.  There was an answering growl of
assent from the others as they moved closer to Steve and began to encircle
him.
      "Hey!  Wait a minute, guys.  I don't want any trouble.  I was just
coming to get my bike so I could leave, go home," Steve said as he
nervously glanced around at the pack of young, tough studs who were now
surrounding him.  He was a little scared, but realized that he was excited,
too.  There was a tingling in his loins and his cock was beginning to get
hard.  He'd never been in a situation that had any potential for danger,
but he recognized the same sex heat emanating from this group of sexy boys
as he remembered having felt as Tony pushed him into the midst of his
half-naked buddies a month ago that night at the cabin.  He realized that
even the youngest of these street kids had the toughness he wanted in his
sex partners, the toughness to dominate him and make him do whatever they
wanted him to do in satisfying their male urges.  He stood with his head
down and his arms at his side, passive before the power of this gang of
young toughs who were standing close to and surrounding him, the leader,
Rafe, right in front of him.
      Rafe reached up and unbuttoned Steve's shirt and pulled it open.  His
rough brown hands ran over his chest and belly before moving up to his
nipples and giving them a hard pull between his thumbs and forefingers.
Steve looked into his hard brown eyes and moaned softly.
      "You like that, don't you, gringo?  You like a tough guy feeling you
up, pulling your nips, don't you?  Just like a little girl.  It feels good
to have your pretty pink titties played with," he said softly, but loud
enough for everyone to hear.  Steve just moaned softly again.  "I didn't
hear you, pretty boy.  My buddies didn't hear you.  You like having me play
with you tits, don't you?" he demanded as he pulled harder on both of
Steve's hard nipples.
      "Oh, yes," Steve moaned loud enough so all the surrounding pack could
hear him.  "Yeah, I love it, what you're doing to me.  Pull `em harder.
Oh, yeah.  That's it.  Yes.  Yes," he continued as the hot Mexican punk
worked him over. Steve felt a hard body pressing against his back and a
hard bulge pressing into his ass crack. He leaned back into it as Rafe
continued to maul his hardened nipples.
      The Asian kid reached down and grabbed Steve's crotch, grinding his
cock and balls through the fabric of his shorts in his surprisingly strong
grasp.  "Yeah, the little slut's hard as a rock.  He's really getting' off
on this.  Hey, Rafe, why don't we take him inside where we can really work
him over and make him take care of us.  We can give him what he needs and
get our rocks off.  I ain't jacked since last night and I'm ready for some
action."
      "Sounds like a plan to me.  What about the rest of you guys?  You
ready for some action?  You ready to use this pretty boy and make him take
care of our big dicks?"
      There was a mutter of assent from the gang as the one behind Steve
pushed him into the arms of their leader who grabbed Steve by his arms and
pulled him forward.  They didn't have far to go.  Just a few yards away was
a door into the building they had been standing beside.  It looked like it
was closed up tight with padlocks in three places, but a heave by a couple
of the boys caused it to open at the hinge side far enough for the group to
slip in. Rafe pushed Steve through the crack into the dimly lit interior.
      Once inside, Rafe (short for Rafael) pushed Steve to the center of a
space surrounded by piled boxes, barrels, and other castaways left by the
former occupant of the building.  The open area was relatively hidden from
the entry and was lit by dirty skylights in the ceiling.  Around the edge
of the circle were smaller boxes that could be used for seats.  This was
the gang's meeting place, the place where they talked dirty with one
another, smoked a little weed when they could get it, and sometimes had
circle jerks.  They felt safe from grownup interference here, and they were
all excited about what was about to take place.  This was something new to
them. Having a guy standing in the middle of their circle, taking orders
from their leader acting sort of like a prisoner or something was a new
experience for them. In the minds of the little gang of young teens was a
question: What was about to happen?  What was Rafe doing to this stranger?
Was he really going to suck their dicks, eat their boy cum? There wasn't a
"punk" in their group who was used for sex like they had heard about in
some of the gangs of older boys in the barrio, so they'd never experienced
anything like this.  They were all equal from the youngest to the oldest.
Rafael, their leader, led by consent because he was the oldest, toughest
and most mature.
      "Okay, pretty boy.  Get out of those clothes.  Get naked so we know
what you want," Rafe commanded as he seated himself on one of the low
boxes, spread his legs, and leaned back against the higher stack.
      Steve quickly stripped off his shirt and shorts.  He didn't have on
any underwear.  He had hoped Luis would fuck him and wanted it to be quick
and easy for the Mexican stud to get at his cunt.  His dick was hard and
standing straight out from his groin.  He stood before the older boy, is
hands at his side, making no effort to hide his hardon.  He bowed his head
in an attitude of submission, an attitude that was becoming more and more
natural to him, signifying the acceptance of his subservience to the
dominant male.
      "Look at him, guys.  Look at the little fag.  He's got a hardon just
waiting to serve us.  You are a faggot bitch, ain'tcha?  You're hot to suck
our dicks, ain'tcha pretty, rich boy?  You want to suck all our hard dicks
and drink down our cum, don'tcha?
      "Yes," Steve said loud enough for all the boys surrounding him to
hear.  "Yes, I am a faggot bitch, and I do want to suck all your cocks and
drink down all your hot cum.  I love cock.  I can't get enough.  Please,
let me suck your dicks.  Please fill my belly up with your cum."
      Rafe smiled and spread his legs wider as his hands went down to the
snap of his jeans, opened it and started to pull down the zipper. He
stopped and reached to the bottom of his t-shirt and pulled it up and over
his head, tossing it aside.  Steve stared at the hard pecs and rippling
stomach. The flash of dark hair in the young stud's pits made him stick out
his tongue and lick around his lips. The young leader grinned as he saw
Steve's reaction and went back down to the zipper of his jeans.  As he
slowly lowered it, thick shiny dark hair appeared then the base of his
cock. He raised his ass up and pulled on his jeans resulting in his
half-hard cock popping out into view.  The bulbous pinkish-purple glans was
partially covered by a heavy foreskin with ragged edges. Rafe pulled his
jeans down some more, reached in and pulled out a pair of heavy
hair-covered balls.
      "This what you want, fag?  You want to suck on this big cock and
slurp on these hairy balls?
      "Yes! Oh please let me suck your cock. Let me lick and suck on your
balls. I'll make you feel real good, all of you." Steve almost moaned as he
looked all around the circle.  `I want to suck all of you. I love cock,
lots of cock. I can't get enough hard cock in my mouth and down my throat."
He thought of adding "and up my ass" but decided these young guys might not
be quite ready for that!
      "Whatta ya say, guys. You want this pansy faggot to give us all a
blowjob?" There were nods and murmurs of assent from the surrounding
circle. "Okay. Anybody that wants a blowjob from this queer; down pants and
pull out your cocks and balls and come in closer.  And, you, faggot, get
between my legs and show me what you can do."
      Steve quickly moved in between Rafe's outstretched legs and bent down
to take his cock in his mouth. "Balls first, shithead!" the Latino stud
growled. Steve bent further down to the stud's hairy balls and licked and
slurped on them. Then taking each of them, one at a time, entirely into his
mouth he caressed and licked it with his tongue. After several minutes of
Steve ministering to the stud's luscious nut-sack, Rafe growled, "Okay,
that's enough. Get up here on my cock and get me off.  You've got lots more
cocks to service, cocksucker."  At the same time he slid down from sitting
on the box so he was standing, leaning against it, forcing Steve to slide
to his knees before he could get his mouth onto the big fucker.  He pushed
the foreskin back with his lips, his lips tight around the base of the rim
of the glans, licking around the slimy head, tasting sweat, piss and, maybe
boy-cum. Rafe grabbed the back of Steve's head and forced the hardening
cock all the way into Steve's warm, wet hole. He began to power fuck into
the kneeling boy's mouth.  He quickly got to the barrier of Steve's throat
and forced himself through and deep down into the tightness of his gullet.
It didn't take long for him to reach his massive teen climax. He began
cannoning spurts of hot cum directly into Steve's stomach, pulling out so
the next shots filled his mouth before pulling out entirely to finish up
across the boy's face.
      Finished, he pushed Steve, causing him to fall back on his
heels. "He's all yours guys. Take him and make him know he's getting fucked
by a bunch of studs.  Make sure he takes good care of everybody. If he
likes it as much as he says he does, we'll probably have him come back
again sometime for more."
      The young Asian kid who had manhandled Steve's cock and balls out on
the street was the first to grab Steve's head and pull it up to his
crotch. There in front of Steve's face, resting on a small pair of hairless
balls, was the hard seven inches the kid had bragged about. Steve opened
his hungry mouth and lunged onto it, taking the entire length down into his
throat in one slurp.  The tough kid grabbed Steve's head and began to fuck
in short jabs that kept his cock lodged deep, ravaging the tight tunnel.
Soon Steve had to fight to pull back so he could breathe. The kid slowed
enough so Steve could make love to his hard shaft with his tongue as he
continued to fuck his mouth and throat.  Soon he was filling Steve with his
creamy teen-juice. When he finished, he like Rafe pushed him away saying,
"Who's next?"
      After that, Steve was handed from stud to stud; sucking every cock
pushed his way.  There were big ones, small ones, brown ones, black ones,
and white ones. Some of the guys were shy and Steve got to really make love
to their dicks; others were aggressive, forcing their ramrods down Steve's
throat and fucking him to a quick cum. However they treated him, Steve
loved it! When he had done all ten of the gang he knelt there on the dirty
floor, naked, covered in cum that had been shot on his face and chest and
wished for more.  He silently hoped that Rafe, the hot Latino leader, would
use him again or the Asian kid with the long dick.  But they all seemed to
be somewhat subdued. Most of them had put their cocks away after they had
gotten blown. As he looked around Steve realized several of them had
already slipped out.
      Rafe, completely dressed stood to the side.  "Okay faggot you did
good. We might want to use you again sometime. Here, take this towel and
clean yourself off," he said as he handed Steve a small fairly clean towel.
Turning to the remaining group he said, "We better break up now. Some of
you need to get home.  We'll meet up tomorrow."  Such was his authority
that the others quickly left and Steve, wiping the cum from his body and
putting his clothes back on, was left alone with the hot stud.
      "So, queerboy, what were you doing down in this part of town? We saw
you coming out of the alley and there ain't nothing down that way. It
dead-ends at the fence behind my uncle's garage."
      "You mean Mendoza's garage? Is he your uncle?"
      "Yeah, that's it. How come you know the name? What the fuck do you
have to do with my uncle and his garage?" Rafe asked moving closer to Steve
and grabbing hold of his shoulders.
      "Nothing. I don't know anything about your uncle or his garage."
      "Then what the fuck you doing down that alley, faggot?"
      " Well...I...uh...was meeting a guy down there."
      "Meeting a guy down there! What the shit does that mean, cocksucker?"
      By now Rafe had Steve backed up against the wall and his face looked
really angry and mean.  "Uh...There's a guy from my school I know and he
told me to meet him there...uh...so...uh...I could give him a blowjob,"
Steve said trembling.
      "Why the fuck would anybody from your school meet you way down here
to get head. I'm sure there are plenty of places in your part of town you
could get together for a blowjob."
      Steve was so scared that he didn't know what he was saying when he
said, "He works down here and could only slip out for a quick one."
      "He works down here? He slipped out for a quickie? What the fuck you
talking about, you little queer?" Suddenly Rafe's expression changed. A
light went on in his brain. "You little fucker! You doing somebody that
works for my uncle? You met somebody in the back of my uncle's garage and
did him while he slipped out?  Who? Which one of my uncle's mechanics is
letting a slutty little cocksucker like you swing on his cock?" Again a
change of expression: "Wait a minute! You said he went to your school. What
are you saying? You mean my Cousin Luis lets you swing on his big cock?"
      "I can't say," Steve pleaded. "Please let me go. I can't tell you. I
don't want to get anyone in trouble. Please. Please let me go."
      The bigger boy just pushed Steve harder up against the wall and
reached down to grab his cock and balls through his thin shorts. "I ain't
letting you go until you tell me what I want to know, and you better tell
fast or you ain't gonna have anything that works down between your legs,"
he said as he tightened his grasp, causing Steve to moan from the pain.
      "Oh please! Please don't, it hurts," Steve begged.
      "It hurts does it? It's gonna hurt way lots more if I don't get what
I want.  It don't hurt me. In fact it sort of turns me on," he said as he
grabbed Steve's hand and forced it down onto his crotch. "See! I got a
hardon roughing you up. It just gets better and better the more I hurt
you," he said as he squeezed harder.
      "Oh please, please. I can't stand it anymore. Please don't. Oh, oh,
oh God, please no." Another tightening and an upward lift of the stud's
strong arm! "Oh God. Okay. Okay. It is Luis. I guess he's your Cousin
Luis. Please, Please stop hurting me."
      Rafael released his grasp on Steve's crotch and let to boy slide down
the wall to slump on the floor as he took a step back. "Luis! My Cousin
Luis has a little cocksucker taking care of his dick. How long you been
slurping on my cousin's big Mexican chorzo and drinking down his hot
salsa?"
      Steve looked up straight into Rafe's crotch and could tell the Latino
stud was aroused. "Since his graduation. It was only once before
today. Well, really lots more that once, but only one night.  He and a
bunch of his buddies used me at their all night graduation party."
      "You sucked cock all night? How many guys were there?"
      "There were seven. They were all buddies of Tony, the guy who made me
a queer. And I didn't just suck cock. They all fucked me up the ass. I
really love getting fucked up the ass, maybe more that sucking cock," Steve
said as he began to rub Rafe's cock bulge.
      "What the fuck're you doing," Rafe shouted as he jumped back out of
Steve's grasp.
      "I was just feeling that big bulge you've got in your jeans. It looks
like you need some more relief, more that just the blowjob I gave you.  I
can blow you again, but I'd really like you to fuck me with that big cock
of yours. I was hoping Luis would fuck me so I'm all cleaned out and lubed,
but he didn't have time for anything but a blowjob. Have you ever fucked
ass? It's really tight. All the guys who fuck me say it's better than
pussy. I'm sure a young stud like you has fucked lots of pussy, but until
you fuck a tight ass, you haven't really fucked. At least that's what all
the straight jock studs have told me after they've tried my ass-pussy."
      Rafe stood, his muscular legs spread apart, and looked down at Steve
groveling on the floor in front of him. "You fucking slut! You telling me
you take it up the ass, that my cousin Luis and his buddies fucked your ass
at their graduation party and you loved it."
      "Yes. I love to have my ass filled up with some hot young stud's hard
cock, fucking the shit out of me. And it wasn't just graduation night,
except for Luis, the other studs who fucked me that night have been putting
their dicks to me ever since then. One of the guys who was fucking me this
morning told me Luis was working two jobs to earn money for school is the
reason he hadn't called me for sex, so I called him at your uncle's garage
and made the date to meet him down here. Like I said, I was hoping he would
fuck me, but he only had time for a blowjob.  I really wanted his big
Mexican cock up my ass. I've really missed it."
      While Steve was saying this, Rafe had started rubbing his bulge and
then unzipped his jeans and pulled his cock and balls out of his fly. His
cock was hard and sticking straight out from in front of him. "So you're
hot for some Mexican cock up your ass this afternoon," he said with a
grin. "And you think I'd like to sample the tight pussy you were hoping my
older cousin would be shafting?"
      "Oh god yes! You're not as big as Luis, but I'd really like to have
you ram your Mexican cock up my cunt just like you fucked my
mouth-pussy. You're a hot stud fucker and I want you bad. I'm yours to
fuck. I'm here to be your bitch. To service your every desire.  I'm
well-trained.  Tony trained me to please him and his friends and any man
who wants me. I know a young stud like you would know how to use me for his
pleasure."
      "Get over here and start sucking.  Get me really hard and then turn
around and bend over and grab your ankles. I'm gonna give you a fuck
that'll be as good as any my cousin and his friends ever gave you. Get on
it, bitch!"
      Steve quickly crawled over to the young Latino stud and took his cock
in his mouth.  After a few minutes of sucking, Rafe pushed him away and
ordered, "Drop your shorts and assume the position, bitch!"
      Steve jumped up, dropped his shorts, turned around and grabbed his
ankles. Rafe immediately moved behind him, grabbed his ass, spread his
cheeks and rammed his hard shaft all the way to the short hairs into
Steve's welcoming ass."
      "Oh yes! Yes! Ram it in! Now fuck me! Fuck me hard! Make me know I'm
being used by a man, a stud, a stallion mounting his mare, a dog mounting
his bitch! Fuck me! Fuck me, Rafe!  God, I love your cock! It feels so
good! It fills me up so good! It's so big inside me!"
      Rafe fucked like he was possessed. Steve's dirty talk was turning him
on so hot.  He'd never fucked an ass before. Actually he'd only fucked a
girl twice and only gotten a few blowjobs. But this was turning him into a
fucking machine. He reached around Steve's waist and lifted him, carrying
him over to a nearby crate and putting him down on it so he could fuck
harder without the give every time he rammed home. Since he had gotten off
from Steve's blowjob earlier, he was able to fuck longer. It took longer to
raise this load than when he was getting blown, but finally he felt his
orgasm building – up, up, and up – and blam he began to shoot like a
cannon exploding into Steve's guts – again, again and again.
      Steve could feel the river of hot teen cum spurting into his belly
and shot his load all over the crate under him. As he came down from his
high, he felt Rafe laying on his back gasping for breath.  As his own
breathing came back to normal, he realized that the cock inside his ass was
not softening. Rafe's cock was still hard, still filling him up with its
steely thickness, just like JoJo's had earlier.  Slowly Rafe stood up and,
realizing his cock was still hard and imbedded up Steve's ass, stood for a
moment before slowly pulling it out.
      "Turn over, slut," Steve heard.  He slowly turned over onto his back
and looked up at Rafe standing between his outstretched legs, his cock
standing out from his body dripping cum and ass juices. Rafe pushed Steve's
legs up with his muscled arms and said, "Looks like we're going another
round. You up for it, bitch?"
      "You know it, stud! Like I said, I need cock. I need to be used and
you know how to do it!"
      Once more Rafe rammed his cock into Steve's hungry hole.  The new
position allowed him to go even deeper into Steve's guts. Again and again
he rammed in and pulled out while Steve moaned and screamed. He kept at it
for 30-45 minutes. He was young. He'd already cum twice. He could hold off.
Finally he let himself go. Pummeling Steve's ass with all the strength and
energy his young body possessed. When he came, he screamed out and fell
onto Steve's body, forcing his legs apart almost to the breaking point.
When he regained his equilibrium he realized Steve had cum again and his
shirt was soaked.  He reared up and ripped his shirt off and threw it
across the room.
       Looking down at Steve, he screamed, "Get up, get your clothes and
get out of here you fucking little slut!" Steve ran, grabbing his clothes
and heading out the door. He ran to his bike, jumped on it and got home as
fast as he could.



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