Date: Mon, 17 Nov 2014 21:37:22 -0800
From: Tyler Waggoner <twag1983@hotmail.com>
Subject: Helping Uncle Joe - Chapter 1

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Helping Uncle Joe - Chapter 1



Hi, I'm Jason.  My mom is a Major in the US Army.  I am 13 years old.
Actually 13 years, 2 months, and 14 days.  I live in Austin TX.  Now, I'm
on my way to Duluth, Minnesota.  Yeah, mom is deployed and I am on my way
to Uncle Joe's; my mom's older brother by 14 years.

The Greyhound bus arrived at the station a little past 3 in the afternoon.
I saw him standing there, 6'3" grey/black hair, steel blue eyes, and
wearing his characteristic Stetson handmade boots.  The faded blue of his
jeans hugged his curves ... he was a stunningly good looking guy; a girls
dream at 45 years old.

As I threw my backpack over my shoulder, my feet landed on the pavement.

"Hey," Uncle Joe called out, coming over and putting his arm around me,
"how's my favorite nephew?"

I looked up, wrapping my arm around him, smiling.  "Hey Uncle Joe, good to
see ya!".

We proceeded to his pickup.  I threw my backpack into the back, between the
seat and the wall.  He slid into the front seat, his arm reaching for me.
I slipped across the seat, snuggling into him as he gave me a big hug.

"How are you Jason?".

"Doing well Uncle Joe"

"Good.  My you're growing so quick, " Uncle Joe looking me over head to
toe, " Damn boy, your ALL grown up!".

I smiled, slipping back against the door.  I buckled up when I heard Joe's
snap into place.

We drove for a while.  The city soon gave way to the double lane highway.
It wasn't long before we pulled up to Uncle Joe's gas station and bar.  I
noticed seven or eight trucks, a few motorcycles, and one old car pulled up
to the back side of his little oasis.

"Wow Uncle Joe, your place has grown".

"Yeah, just a little side business.  You know, not much around these
parts".

I nodded.  Yeah, I knew about 'these parts'.  I had been out here just
after Aunt Helen died; I was 10 years and 1 month old.

I took my duffle bag and proceeded down the walkway leading around the
back.  Uncle Joe's small yard was well tended.  I walked through the garden
area and opened the front door.

Hmmm, not much had changed.

Since Aunt Helen died, a little over three years ago, things had been kept
pretty much the same.  I walked to the back hall, and down to the guest
room.  Uncle Joe had made the bed, the familiar Minnesota Twins baseball
sheets, with the worn red comforter cover lazily resting on top.  I fell
onto the bed, enjoying the familiar feeling of the well worn sheets.  I let
the smell of the room, the memories of being at Uncle Joe's fill my senses.

"Jason", Uncle Joe's voice above me.  I opened my eyes, my focus quickly
adjusting.

"Yeah", I sleepily mumbled.

"You awake", he said as his weight shifted the bed.

"Yeah".

"Remember Jake?", my focus now on Uncle Joe's face.

"Yeah, I 'member".

I looked over Uncle Joe and there was Jake.  He was shirtless, his bulge
just like I remembered.  As I rubbed the sleep from my eyes, Jake stepped
up to the bed.

"Hey Jase", his voice a low husky vibration, "nice to see ya again".

I heard his zipper, then his belt buckle.  The warmth of his meat pulsed,
as he straddled me.  My tongue reflexively twirled in the heat of his slit,
prenutt dripping over my tongue.

"Yeah, kid, that's really good", my mouth now engulfing his heat.  Jake's
tang made me salivate.  Yeah, Jake was what I remembered most.  My mouth
slowly worked his hardness, the tingle of his prenutt in the back of my
throat.  I now was on my knees, arms pulling his hips into me.

Uncle Joe slipped out of the room.

Wet sucking, my lips slipping around Jake's meat ... reverberated off the
walls.  Jakes prenutt now a stream, as I swallowed.  Deep, guttural moans,
now filled the small room.

"Shit kid, you've gotten so good at this", his cock slipping past my
gullet.  I stifled chokes as he slipped his meat further down my throat.
"Fuck, I'm so close!".

Jake bucked his hips as his cock pulsed then spit ... "ahhhh fuck kid", as
wave after wave of man juice sprayed down my throat.  "AAAAGGGHHHHH",
warmth now sliding down to my stomach.

He slowly finished, letting me milk the remnants of his juice, licking my
lips as he retreated.

"Jase, you are one fucking good sucker!".

I smiled.  Jake was the first guy that I had ever sucked; he taught me how
to take every drop of a guy and enjoy it.  That was when I was ten.  Before
I had left for home on that trip, I probably had more of Jake and his
friend Duke than I did breakfast.

He zipped up, and slipped out of the room.  I sat there, my dick hard,
pushing against my jeans.  Jake's tang swimming in the back of my throat
... familiar.

I made my way to the kitchen.  Uncle Joe was sitting at the table, a slight
smile spreading across his face.

"Glad you stepped up buddy".

"Yeah, Jake is really cool".

Uncle Joe smiled.  His hand brushed against my cheek.

"Business has picked up," he looked at me, his eyes tracing my body, "You
up for it?"

I smiled, nodding my head, "Yeah Uncle Joe," my dick pushed against my
jeans, Uncle Joe's eyes on my crotch.

"Good, 'cause the guys heard you we're gonna stay with me".  Uncle Joe's
eyes methodically traced my body.

I shifted, pulling my dick a little as I lay back in the chair.

"mmmmm," Uncle Joe shifted, "you're making me horny kid".  I looked at
Uncle Joe, eyes sliding down, looking at his expanding crotch.

"mmmm", as I stood up. "I better get ready, huh?".  My voice had gotten
deeper and a little huskier over the last year.

Uncle Joe nodded.  I smiled at him then headed down the hall.  Stepped into
the bathroom, I took out the bag and tubes from the lower drawer.  I
thought back to when I was last here.  I was 11.5 years old, and Jake was
teaching me how to 'clean up'.  I made the soapy water and filled the bag.
Jake had taught me a lot.  It was in my room, here with the Minnesota
Twin's sheets on the bed, that Jake, the Minnesota University sophomore had
taken my 'cherry' ... he had gone really slowly that night, taking his time
before he put my legs up and taught me what a real man felt like.  He'd
spent the night, me waking up feeling his body wrapped tightly around mine.

That's how I knew about the video system -- Jake told me that Uncle Joe had
watched us; I guess he showed a few of his friends, cause before I left for
home two of them had come up to my room (one on a Wednesday night and the
other on a Friday night) and took me like Jake had done -- they had spent
the night too.

I finished my 'clean up' and then took a hot shower; I soaped everything
up, then carefully washed off.  I dried then made my way down to my room.
I pulled a pair of red shorts out and put them on, then a white tee shirt
that had no sleeves.  Last, I put on my flip flops.

I entered the back area of the gas station.  The front was the store and
garage; Uncle Joe closed this around 5p (he was open every day, usually at
6a).

The back was actually detached, being a converted old barn.  There was a
bar, with a long oak countertop and several tables, two flat big screen
TV's, and a stereo that had a 10 CD rack.  There was a door that led to a
small hallway and the bathrooms, and another door also leading to a
hallway, opening into a small anteroom, off the kitchen.

Although it wasn't known to just anybody, there was a door that opened from
the back of the anteroom -- it looked more like a crawl space door.  If you
went through this door, you found yourself in a narrow hallway that was
black -- floor, walls and ceiling.  There was a coat check in desk which
was about 7'x7'; Uncle Joe told me this is where guys had to stop and have
a rapid test before going downstairs -- if it showed no bugs, they were
stamped with invisible ink (well, invisible until you were under the lights
down stairs).  If you continued down this hall, you reached a steep
stairway to the basement.

The stairs descended into a 15' x '15 room space, with a cold cement floor
... there were several video monitors as well as a little bar that sat
maybe ten people.  Two hallways opened off this room.  One had little
rooms, each with locking doors.  Some had two cots, others only one and a
few just standing room only.  The first hallway and rooms were all black --
black ceilings, walls and dark gray cement floors.

The second hallway lead to a large room, about 40' x 40' ... this room had
small doorless rooms that opened off it, each with a very dim black light
... the center of the room had a cement table.  It was completely dark.

As I entered the bar, I saw guys at the counter and some seated around the
tables.  The ranks were growing.  There was at least 10 guys around the bar
and another 15 or 20 at the tables.

I heard several sighs, as I walked into the room.  Many eyes were on me.  I
walked over to the bar and ordered a Maker's on the rocks.  The bartender,
Troy, winked and poured a hefty portion.  I sipped, my body tingling with
the warmth of the bourbon ... feeling the effects pretty quickly.  Troy
whispered, "You really have grown up".  I nodded, Troy slowly looking over
my body.  "You look hot!".

"Thanks Troy"

"How long ya here for?"

"Well, at least for the summer." I said, taking a long sip, " Mom's on
deployment".

Troy nodded then turned to get more drink orders as another 4 guys had sat
down.

I noticed that as the bar filled up, more guys were slipping down the
hallway.  I finished my drink and then slowly headed down the hall.  There
were a few guys standing, hugging the black walls, eyes staring at me as I
slowly walked by; guess they were waiting to be 'let in' downstairs.

I turned and walked back, letting them see me lookin.

I saw Duke, a junior from the local high school.  He walked over and
slipped in behind me as I resumed my place at the upstairs bar.

"Hey Jase," he said, looking down my body, "wow, you have really grown up".
"Bet your old enough to squirt now".

I smiled.  "Yeah, pretty far too".  Duke let his hand slip down, past the
elastic of my shorts.

"Mmmm," he leaned in so I could hear him, "sweet Jase," his hand now
cupping my balls.  Just like I remember, only fuller, bigger.  Mmmmmm,
dude".  I let Duke's fingers explore my balls then my rigid shaft.  "You
are hot Jase.  Nice bush," his fingers exploring.

I looked up, face in his chest, "thanks Duke."  Troy poured me a second
drink.  The bourbon heating my throat.  I sipped it slowly, with Duke
against me, his hand now cupping my ass ... finger flicking against my
hole.  I liked the sting in my throat, my ass now arching back, Duke's
hardness pushing against my shorts.

"Joe said I'd find you here," Duke's arms now around me.  I nodded.  "Why
don't we go to your room Jase and make sum luvin?"  I pushed back, letting
Duke's hardness push my shorts further into my crack.

"k Duke, " I said, "let's go".

I gave myself a few moments to let my hardness shrink.  Tony winked at me
as Duke turned me into the crowd.

Duke followed as we slowly made our way out of the bar.  We crossed the
gravel and then walked through the small yard and garden.  The screen door
creaked, front door squealing.  Duke put his arms around me as the door
closed; he smelled good ... fresh cologne and testosterone.  He followed me
upstairs, i could hear his belt buckle as the bedroom door closed.  I
kicked my flip flops off, turning as he slipped his shirt over his head --
the fruit of the loom underwear hugging his tight body.

Duke stepped out of his jeans, bare feet flaring on the hardwood.  His cock
pushed against cotton, a small wet spot growing through the fabric.  His
blue eyes slowly worked their way over my body.  He stepped up to me, the
warmth of his body mixing with his scent.

His finger lifted the front of my tee, penis throbbing in my shorts.  The
cool air shifted against my skin as my tee fell freely on my toes.  Duke
knelt, his breath hot against my shorts.  The cool air now slipped down and
over my balls as my shorts fell around my feet.  I gasped as Duke's hot
mouth took me in ... tongue swirling around my teen meat.  Duke shucked his
whities, bush springing out followed by meat.  He lifted me, laying me down
on the bed ... crawling on top, the wet of his cock head now on my bud.

Duke fingered some of his prenut into my hole.  Fuck he felt so good.  The
Minnesota Twins logo rubbing along his balls, leaning over me, as he
grabbed a bottle from the table, my nose grazing in his underarm hair.  My
meat now throbbing, leaking.  I heard the familiar squeeze of the bottle,
the cool warmth of Duke's finger, slipping into my rose bud.

"aaahhhh," my bud tightening around.

"mmmmm," Duke's rumble, his smell now over me, "you are fuckin hot Jase".
His finger deep, turning, adding another finger, more turning.  "so fuckin
sweet Jase".  His fingers slipped out; the sound of the bottle squirting,
slick gliding as Duke worked his pole.  The heat of his cock head against
my bud, pushing, pushing, pushing, firmly pushing.

"Ugggh," as his head then shaft, pushed inside, my boy cunt spasmed around
him, causing him to shiver.

"Fuck dude, you are fuckin sweet!" his bush now against my skin, Duke's
scent falling around me.  Hands cupped my face, drawing me to his lips.
Soft lips that interlocked with mine, blond stubble prickled my face
... his kiss SO awesome.

Duke's forearms and hands next to my head, shaft sliding out, then sliding
in ... out, drawing my cunt lips, then, in, pushing them inside me as his
shaft plunged again, my legs locking around his waist.

Wet sliding, wet slipping, wet sliding, wet slipping ... Duke's smell now
mixing with the grassiness of his prenutt ... wet slipping, wet plunging,
wet slip, wet plunge ... my ass cheeks slapped as his body pushed me apart.
Bush and balls squeaked against me ... slip plunge, slip plunge, slip
plunge ... his rhythmic grunts inside my head ... my meat felt full, really
full ... my ass tingled ... my heartbeat vibrating ... hot breath against
my face ... my whole body tensing as

"HOLY FUCK!!!!!!!!!"  Duke became rigid, "FFFFUUUUCCCCKKKKKK!!!!!" as his
cock swelled and then pulsed, pumping jet after jet after jet of his jizz
deep inside me, "Ffffuuuccckkk", he grunted, as his balls jumped and the
next wave of jizz filled me.

Duke lay on top; my legs, weak, sliding along his legs ... the coolness of
the sheets meeting them.  The deep pressure sensation, now subsided.

Duke looked into my eyes.  God his blue eyes were so pretty.  His smile
over me ... faint smell of cut grass mixing with his cologne.  "You are so
wickedly hot!".

I used my cunt walls to massage him, Duke's eyes rolling back, "so fucking
sweet".

"Howd'ya like edging?"

"What?"

"Edging Jase.  Its when your about to cum but don't".

"Kewl.  I like it alot"

"When you eventually cum buddy, it will be SO cool!"

I felt his shaft slip, my rosebud shutting, keeping Duke's juice inside.
We lay there for a little while, then Duke rolled up on his elbow.

"Gotta get you back Jase, " he smiled, "I know Joe made promises".  I
smiled back.  Duke walked me across the yard and back into the bar.  The
music was louder, people mingled between the bar and the tables.  I made my
way to the bar; Troy already pouring my bourbon.

"Hey thanks Troy"

"No worries kiddo, just take it easy and have fun!"

I stood and sipped, letting the warmth fill me.  I was feeling so relaxed.
I finished my drink, the room kinda spinning a bit.  I made my way around
the bar to the hallway.  Guys were loitering, looking me over as I slowly
walked by.  I carefully went down the stairs, allowing my eyes to adjust to
the dim light.  I saw Brad at the bar, his shirt off and his cock tight in
a dark blue thong.

As I made my way up to the bar, I saw Uncle Joe coming out of one of the
rooms (the kind with the locks on them); he was pulling his zipper up.  He
smiled as he walked past.  Just then I looked up and saw this blond kid,
about 15 years old, stepping out of the room, naked, except for his flip
flops.  Hey Jackie, looks like you're the first tonight.  Jackie smiled.
All the guys started cheering, Jackie blushing.  Jackie jumped up onto the
bar, Brad pulling a glass bowl from under the bar.

"Jackie ... Jackie ... Jackie," the cheers louder.  Jackie teasingly licked
his lips, then squatted over the bowl.  I watched as a stream of white was
released into the bowl.  Hoots went up from the crowd.  Brad slipping his
finger into Jackie, then into his mouth, the crowd now roaring.  Jackie got
up, slipping off the side of the bar.  A few guys quickly slapping his ass.

Brad lined up shot glasses, evenly pouring the white fluid so that every
shot glass had some.  Each of the guys reached over and clinked the glasses
then, "One", "Two", "Three" each of the guys slipping the white fluid down
their gullets.

"TO JOE!!" they all sung in unison.  Then, each one went back what they
were doing.

I stood there, mesmerized.  Jake came over and slipped his hand down the
small of my back.  "Hey kiddo, pretty cool huh?"  I slowly shook my head in
amazement.

"Yeah, way cool".

"It's become a tradition at Joe's to eat the 'fruits' of our labors," Jake
chuckling.  "Every time there is a conquest," he leaned into my ear,
confiding in me, "of a boy under 17, we all share it".

My boner pushed against my shorts.

Jake led me up to the bar, the guys shifting to allow me in the middle.
"Hey guys, for those of you who haven't met him, this is Jason," he paused,
"the ONE and ONLY Jason!".  All of the glasses clinked around me.

Brad the bartender leaned over, "Hey Jase, what're you having?"

"Makers, on the rocks".  I heard the guys all grunting agreement.  Brad
poured the elixir, putting it in front of me.

"To a hot time with Jason!" Jake's low husky voice now booming.

"To Jason!" they all chimed in unison.

As I felt the warmth again in my throat, Jake's fingers slowly lifted my
tee.  My skin tingled as he slipped it off.  He threw it over to Brad who
draped it over the MN beer tap.  I slipped out of my flip flops, the cold
cement against my feet; Brad put them on top of the register.  I felt warm
and woozy as his hand slipped over my butt cheek; his finger feeling the
wetness on my bud.

Jake slipped his finger into his mouth.  "Mmmm, kiddo," his voice a
whisper, "Duke is extra good when he leaks from you."  My dick throbbed in
my shorts.  Jake reached down and shucked them.  My dick sprung free, with
a little splash of precum.

The music from above now thumped.  Jake threw my shorts to Brad who draped
them over the other tap.

"I think you should explore a little Jase," Jake led me over to the doorway
that opened into the vast darkness.  He nudged me.

I felt a hand grab ahold of mine, leading me into the darkness.  I could
feel warmth next to me, my skin goosebumped as a finger slid over the tip
of my dick.  Then another hand, and warmth now behind me; and another,
slipping over my ball sac. A wet tongue slipped into my ear, my dick
pulsed.  I felt a hairy chest against me, then another wet tongue slip down
my belly, dipping into my belly button.  I gasped as the warmth of his
mouth surrounded my dick, my slit spitting more precum.  "mmmmm" a deep
moan, pulsing into my balls.  Another tongue slipped down my back, then
teased my cleft before slipping over my bud.

"aaahhhh," I couldn't help it, the heat of tongue nipping my bud, Duke
slipping out onto this unknown tongue.

"fuck", I heard a voice against my butt cheek, the tongue slipping back,
getting more.  "fuck".

I was passed on to more guys, their hands fondling my body, wetting my
nipples, then fingers playing with my ball sac.  I felt intense fullness
deep in my belly, pushing into my balls and my butt hole.  I slowly slipped
out of their nest, walking.  The fullness lessened.  Another hand and a
warm body.  This time, I slipped down onto my knees, my lips suckling a
large man slit, prenutt spraying onto my tongue.  "uuuggghh fuck", a huge
hand against the back of my head.  I opened my lips, mouth widened as a
huge veiny shaft pulsed in.  My fingers reached up, lifting a huge hairy
sac.  "uugggh fuck" the moan now reverberating around me.  The masculine
smell of prenut and fresh ball sweat filled my nose as the moistness of his
large pubic bush pushed into my nose.  I gagged a little then readjusted,
his meat pulsing.  I slowly began to suck him, fondling his huge balls, his
smell fully filling my nose.

"uuugggh fff u u u c c k kkk!!" as SPLASH then GUSH, my entire mouth
filled.

I swallowed, GUUSSHH, as my mouth filled again, I swallowed.

GUUUSSSSHHHH GUUSSSSHH some slipping from my nose, I swallowed and
swallowed.  This bull unloading his cream, low guteral grunts, GUSHHH
GUUSSHH GUUUSSSH, swallow and swallow.

I felt that pressure, deep inside me, my prenut pulsing.  I slipped back,
taking the last drizzle as his strong hands pulled me up.  "Yeah, fuckin
yeah", his hand slipping along the small of my back.

"Jase," I whispered.

"Mmm, thanks dude.  Chason".

"Cat .. Catch ya later?"

"Yeah Jase, anytime dude".

I slowly made my way back out, following the slivers of light.  As I
entered the lounge, Jake slipped his arm around me.  "Mmmm," he leaned in,
his nostrils flaring, "I can smell him on you".  I grinned.

"Yeah, Chason"

"Mmmm, nice dude, real nice".  Jake led me back to the bar, his finger
slipping along the wetness of my bud.  Brad poured me another drink.  I
slowly sipped, the bourbon burning in Chason's tang.

I smelled the familiar earthiness as a bong was lit off to my left.  Waves
of herb filled the room.  Jake passed the bong to me ... I let the cool
vapors fill my lungs ... holding my breath as long as I could, then letting
the vapor shoot above me.

"Dude, " my head buzzing, "kewl".

The bong was passed to everyone then back again.  My senses were now aware
... everything alive.

The monitors behind the bar clicked on.  I heard a familiar sound ... it
was ... it was me.  I turned and saw Jake, the camera panning down to me
... geeze I was 10.  I opened my mouth wide as Jake's head flared, spray
coating my tongue, throat bobbing as I swallowed him.  Then wet slapping
sounds, me on all fours, with Duke's ass clenching as he shot his load into
me, his moans of pleasure filling the room.

"Fuckin hot kiddo, fucking hot!" Brad, the bartender fixated.

"You never saw that bud?" Jake turned to Brad.

"No ... shit dude ... shit!"

The video continued, with me on my back, this time one of Uncle Joe's
buddies, Nick, was slamming into me; my voice higher, a boy's voice.  His
grunts filled the room as the guys all watched, Brad's meat pushing the
limits of his thong.  My legs loosely around his waist, my cheeks giggling
... his balls wetly meeting my skin.  I was 11, this was from the bedroom
... the baseball sheets in view ... the cherry night stand swaying as the
bed bumped into it ... my boyish moans, the slapping of Brad's balls on my
skin.  "Fuck kid, fuck!" as he suddenly tightened, the ripples along his
ass telling everyone what was happening.  My toes flaring as I began to
shake with a dry orgasm.

"Holy fuck, you are hot!" Brad leaned over the bar.

I felt Jake's hand on my butt cheek; Jake looking over at Brad.  "Well
buddy, I think the first one is yours!" The guys at the bar clinking their
glasses, as Brad stepped out from behind the counter.  My dick was arched
and pulsing.  I could feel that deep pressure again, and had to think of
something else ... anything to keep from shooting.  Brad tilted his head,
pointing to the other hallway.  We walked down.  I could see the monitors
in the rooms ... me on my knees, 10, sucking on Jake.  Brad pushed a door
open.  The room was larger, there was a single cot, centered in the room.
The blue haze of the black light casting a surreal glow.

Brad is a sexy guy.  Light brown hair on his chest, a well cropped beard,
baby eyes that are hazel with specs of blue and, neat ink on this right
arm.  His bush pushes up, full.  His cock has a wide base and narrows to a
head that peeks through his foreskin.  I looked back as he shed his thong,
cock full, veins pushed out.

"You are so fuckin hot!" voice lower, biceps flexed as he rubbed his shaft.
I lay back on the cot, my eyes flirting with this hunk.  Brad reached over
to a countertop and pulled down a bottle of lube ... warming it between his
fingers, slipping a finger into my wetness.

"Mmmm, so fucking hot", another finger slipping inside me.  I pulled my
legs back, hands surrounding ankles, exposing my bud.  Another finger,
slowly lubing me, the last stream of Duke, slipping, dripping onto the cot.
"fucking hot kiddo, fucking hot".  I felt Brad's head slip between my teen
lips ... pussy responding, gently squeezing.  "F U C K ing h o t!", as his
shaft slipped deep into my heat.

"Uggh" his cock separated me.  Brad leaned over me, gripping my ankles
... my hands slipping onto the cot.  His breath hot against my lips, his
tongue dove into me.  Wet SLLRRRP as his cock slid out then SHHHHPP as his
shaft buried itself into me ... the soft noise of his balls meeting my skin
... SSLRRRP SHHHHPPP SSLLLRRRP SHHHHHPPPP SSSLLLRRRP SSHHHHHPPP as Brad
began to time each thrust ... my butt cheeks giggling ... SSSLRRRP
SHHHHHPPP SSSLLLRRRPP SSHHHHHP over and over, my whole body now surrounded
by his sexiness ... his smell, masculine, with the slightest hint of musk
... his sweat ... his excitement.  SSHHHHPP SSSLLRRRP SSHHHHPPP SSSSLLLRRRP
SSSHHHHHPP SSSLLLLRRRPP SSSHHHPPP SSLLLRRRP

"Uh holy fuck," Brad's eyes rolled back as his pace became rabid, "h o l l
l yyyyyy f u c k in AAAAAAAA", as he lunged forward, pinning me to the cot,
the pulsations of his seed jetting into me ... over and over and over
... his mouth hanging open, sweat flicking onto my skin, "F U U U C C C
KKKKK", his body now fully on mine.  He lay on top of me, catching his
breath.  I felt warm all over ... my skin tingled.  Brad slowly slipped
out, my rosebud closing.

I heard clapping then saw Jake and Nick.

Jake is 22yo and 6'2", curly dark brown hair, hazel eyes, trimmed beard,
and the cutest treasure trail leading to a full bush.  His cock was
perfectly shaped.  Nick is a friend of Uncle Joe; 40 yo, trimmed grey/black
beard, thick black treasure trail leading to a full bush and nice cock.
Brad stood, as Nick separated my legs, his tongue diving into Brad's
wetness.

"Mmmm, fuckin right" his lips smacking as he made eye contact with me.
Jake threw him the lube, and the sounds of lubrication lapped off the
walls.  I felt Nick's head push, slipping by my rose cheeks, into the
wetness of Brad.  "Jeezus fuckin-A," Nick now fully inside me, my warmth
massaging his pulsating meat.

FFFFWWWPP as Nick slammed into me, my butt cheeks violently giggled, a
small trick of Brad slipping by, the smell of cum mixing with man sweat;
with hints of cologne.

FFFWWWPPP FFWWWPPP FFWWWPPP FFFWWPP FFFFWWPPPP FFFFWWWPPP FFFWWWPPPP the
sounds of Nick and my union filled the room.  The deep pressure now pulsing
inside me, my dick head tingling.

FFFFWWWWPP FFFWWWWPPP FFFFWWWPPPP Nick's head flipped back, hands pinning
my legs up on the cot, FFFWWWWPP FFFWWWWPPP FFFWWWPPPP

"HOLY JEEEZZZZUSSSS!" as the violent expulsion of his seed pulsed in me
... chute expanding with the force of his orgasm ... pulse after pulse
... distension ... pulse.  Nick's head moved from side to side as he
finished unloading deep inside me.  As he slid out, I felt a hand slip
under me, turning me on all fours.  My rigid dick arched, a strand of
prenutt dripping onto the cot.

Jake adjusted himself, wet of lube preparing his pole.  The heat of his
head pressed against me, slipping inside, my boy lips closing tightly.

"Yeah, buddy," his voice gravely, "y e a h" as his cock slowly invaded me.
I could feel Brad and Nick slosh deep within me, Jake's cock pushing them
deeper.  'SLURP' the sound of our love making ... 'SLURP' 'SLURP' 'SLURP',
the slosh of Brad and Duke deep in me, 'SLURP' 'SLURP' 'SLURP' 'SLURP',
Jake's rhythm increased, 'SLURP' 'SLURP' 'SLURP' 'SLURP' 'SLURP', my head
back, all of Jake around me, his smell mixing with Brad and Nick, 'SLURP'
'SLURP' 'SLURP' 'SLURP' forcing my knees and hands deep into the cot.

"Fuck kid ... I'm close", 'SLURP' 'SLURP' 'SLURP', "so close", 'SLURP'
'SLURP' 'SLURP'

"Awwwww fuck!!!!!", Jake's legs straightened, ass tensing over me, balls
lurching up, "AAWWWWWWWWWWW" as his faucet released, jet after jet after
jet of nut, my belly full ... deep deep deep pressure in the base of my
dick, electric shocks pulsated in my ass ... Jake's tongue swirling in my
mouth, his hot breath mixing with mine .... pulse pulse deep inside me.  I
felt the pressure ease.  Jake's meat softening ... 'pop' as my cunt lips
closed.  Jake rolling off the cot directly into a stand.

I looked over my back.  Kyle stood there.  Brown hairs went from his chest
to his bush, his thick cock dripping with excitement.  Biceps and triceps
rippling as he worked lube onto his love pole.  His deep blue eyes enhanced
in the black light.

"UUUUGGGHHHHH" he held my hips as the full thickness of his love pole
invaded me.

"AAAhhhhhhhh!" my cries echoed off the cement walls.

"UUUGGHH" his force pushing me upward, my head met the wall.  'SLAP' the
force of his manhood knowing me, 'SLAP' 'SLAP' 'SLAP' 'SLAP' the feel of
his balls wetly against mine, a trickle of Jake, Nick and Brad slowly
slipping in the cleft of my ball sac, 'SLAP' 'SLAP' 'SLAP' 'SLAP' 'SLAP'
'SLAP' 'SLAP' Kyle's force, massive, deep baritone grunts now hovered over
me, the pressure in my balls unbelievable, 'SLAP' 'SLAP' 'SLAP' 'SLAP'
'SLAP' 'SLAP' 'SLAP'

"UUUUUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH hhhhhaaaaaaaaaa", Kyle's cock
swelling to twice its size.  Wave after wave of hot force pushed into me
... deep gurgle as his seed pushed passed Jake, Nick and Brad ... filling
me .... lots and lots of pressure ... deep pressure .... I felt like I was
gonna explode.  Nick softened.  Pressure eased.  His tongue filled my right
ear ... breath, hot.  He very slowly pulled out, my swollen pussy lips
closed.

I looked over my shoulder, and Blake was standing there with Dylan.  Blake
is 24 yo, beautiful brown eyes, little tufts of hair that poke from under
his arms, wisps of brown hair surround his nipples, and a soft treasure
trail leads to an ultra thick bush and meaty arched manhood.  Dylan is
17yo, a senior in high school; pouty lips, taunt body, with arched globes;
his cock has a nice tapered head ... bush, developing.

Blake flipped me on my back, pulling me down to the end of the cot.  I saw
the surreal colors of his ink, distorted in the black light; his biceps
flexing, raising my legs.  Dylan pushed a vinyl covered wedge under me,
pushing my cunt out and my hips back.  I felt Blake's thick head push into
the moistness of my cunt ... my belly gurgled as I was shifted back.

WWRRRRPPHH WWRRRRPPHH as Blake took over, his thick bush wet with remnants
of Brad, Nick, Jake, Kyle, and Duke.  WWRRRPPPHH WWWRRRPPPHH WWWRRRPPPHHHH

"I c - a - nnn - tt HOLD IT !!!!!!!!", he froze ... head flaring deep in my
cunt ... hot spurts deep, inside me ... spurt after spurt after spurt.
Blake stayed there, only his meat pulsing.  Draining every last drop of nut
into my wet.  My cunt rhythmically milked him.  Distant pressure building
... toes tingling .... the deep rumble as the studs swam inside.  Blake
slowly slipped out, never losing his hardness.  My tired lips tightening.

Dylan's slit was opening, trickles of prenut slipped out, his hand working
the prenut over his shaft.  Dylan flipped my legs onto his shoulders, my
toes meeting behind his head.  His lips, blowing me a kiss as his cock head
slipped into my heat.  He began to pant, shifting my body back, pushing the
full length of his teen meat deep into me.

"Aaahhh," shuttering as he began to twist deep inside, "Aahhhhh" His lips
now melded to mine; he kissed me deep and then again; meat swelling with
excitement.

MMMMP his bush gyrating into me MMMMP MMMMP MMMPPP his head pushing on my
thing ... oh yeah, that thing deep inside me ..... MMMMPPP MMMPPP MMMPPP
MMMPPP MMMPPPP MMMPPPP MMMPPPP his spit slipping between my lips as his
tongue knew me ...  MMMMPPPP MMMPPPP MMMPPP MMMMPPP MMMMPPP, I couldn't any
more ... deep deep pressure .... oh such DEEP pressure ... MMMMPPP MMMMPPP
MMMMMPPPP

"YYYEEAAAAHHHHH!!!!", Dylan convulsing over me, "YYEAAAHH YEAH
YYEEAAAAHHhhhhh", his teen swimmers surging into me, "oh y e a hhhhhhh",
jerking pulses as his body pushed out the last of his sweet spooge.  The
deep pressure lessened, but I felt like my dick was gonna explode.  Dylan
hugged me deeply into him.

"Jase, you are one wicked kid!" his voice deep, gravel.  "Sweet
wickedness!!!"  His eyes smiled into mine.  He twitched his meat twice
more, inside me, then slowly slipped out.  My pussy lips, heavy.

All of the guys stood around me, clapping.  I looked into the doorway and
saw Uncle Joe, grinning as he pulled on his crotch before slipping out of
view.  Jake picked me up, carrying me, the guys following, to the bar.  We
had a bong or two then Brad poured drinks for everyone.

"You pulled a train dude ... a fuckin train!", Jake's voice graveled.

The bourbon burned against my throat.  Brad leaned down, "it's time kiddo";
he brought out the glass bowl.  I started to get up on my haunches.  "No
kiddo, you are keeping us.  WE want you."  He turned me on all fours.  I
felt his tongue drive into me, pushing up ... oh holy shit ... the intense
pressure ... I couldn't hold it any longer ... I

"UUUUUUGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH," my head flipped back, the weight of Brad pushing
me into the bowl.

WOOOOOSHHH WOOOOSSSHHH WOOOOOSSSSHHH WOOOOSSSSHHH WWWOOOOSSSSHH of young
teen spunk pushed out of my slit, splattering against the bottom of the
bowl, WOOOSHHH WOOOOSSSHH WOOOOSSHHHh woooshh woosh w w

My jizz heavy in the bowl.  Brad slipped his finger down, swiping the
remaining spooge from my slit ... loudly enjoying its taste.  All of the
guys huddled around, the intense smell of them all over me ... the
nuttiness of my sweet teen juice mixing with their scent.

I was helped up.  Brad poured a shot glass for everyone.  They all raised
their glasses.

"To Jason!" Brad yelled out.

"JASON!!!!" the glasses clinking then the slurps as each guy tasted me for
the very first time.