Date: Fri, 3 Oct 2014 18:26:36 -0700
From: Db Byron <db.byron@yahoo.com>
Subject: Jacobs Playhouse Part Fifteen M/b Incest

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Chapter Fifteen: "Bag Of Dicks"

It was the evening of Halloween as my family and I, arrived at the Blue
Crane Nudist Community.  We'd been invited to join in the annual
festivities at the estate.  Which consisted of three days of fun and games
for the kids, as well as some entertainment for the adults.  It was all to
start with 'trick or treating' Halloween night.  Where the kids would be
allowed to go door to door in costume, in the safety and protection of the
community.

Which was a good thing, since all the kids had been asked to dress up in
costumes best befitting nudists.  That of course, meant they'd undoubtedly
be showing a lot of skin and the walls of the estate would protect them
from the closed-minded public and allow them to express their creative
spirit in ways only nudists could appreciate.

However, the costume requirements did pose a bit of a design challenge for
us.  But after a few hours of contemplation, we each finally came up with a
unique costume for ourselves.  Once we'd pulled into the parking lot and
I'd parked the car.  I slipped on a pair of dark black sunglasses, in my
attempt to be Arnold Schwarzenegger from the movie Terminator 2.  I got the
idea from the scene where he first appears naked and goes into the bar to
steal some clothes.  I figured it was simple enough and certainly had a
nudist feel to it.

My Dad and I got out of the front seats of the car and stretched.  It had
been a long hour plus drive to the Blue Crane and it felt great to stand
up.  As we stretched our legs a bit, the boys opened the back doors and got
out to join us.  I looked over at my Dad as he pulled off his cum stained
sweatpants and tossed them inside the car, before closing his door.

For his costume, he'd decided to wear his tool belt from work and a hard
hat, in his attempt to be a nude construction worker.  At first I thought
it was a silly idea but after seeing him standing there in his costume, I
found it down right sexy.  The only thing that made it even sexier was when
little Alex got out of the car and walked over to him, wearing the same
outfit.  Before we'd left the house, I'd had to do some alterations to make
the boy's tool belt fit his tiny waist better but once I was done it looked
really cute on him.

His little plastic hammer and screwdriver really made the outfit pop and I
couldn't help but think that he reminded me of a young Bob the Builder.
Seeing the boy and my Dad standing together as naked construction workers
was pretty exciting and I could see how much my Dad enjoyed it too.  The
two of them looked like Father and Son as they stood there eagerly waiting
for me to open the trunk of the car.

I pulled off my sweatpants and tossed them into my seat and closed the
door.  Then I walked around to the back of the car and opened the trunk.
As I lifted it open to reveal the three plastic pails, shaped like
jack-o'-lanterns, which the boy's were going to use to carry their candy, I
was joined by Jacob and his friend Billy.  Both boys had done quite well in
coming up with their costumes all on their own.

I handed Billy his pail and he smiled up at me excitedly.  He was so cute,
standing there in his black jockstrap, along with an oversized jersey,
which hung down just below his waist and two black streaks painted on each
side of his face.  He made a sexy little football player and it took all I
had not to ask if he was a tight end or wide receiver.  Even though
secretly, we all knew he was quickly becoming the latter.

I think my Dad found the boy's choice of outfit to be sexy as well, because
he was glancing back towards him pretty excessively.  For a 12yo, Billy
wore the jock well and probably could have even worn it without the jersey.
However, I think he was a little nervous about being naked around strangers
and had opted to wear the jersey as a way to cover up a little bit.  He'd
never been to the Blue Crane and I knew he was feeling a little shy.

Jacob on the other hand was not at all shy or embarrassed about being naked
in public.  So his choice of costume didn't surprise me one bit.  However,
his explanation of it did.  He had decided to go completely naked with the
exception of a strategically placed leaf.  The painted green cardboard leaf
he'd made was taped to his crotch and covered his little boy cock
perfectly.

I'd assumed he'd chosen to go as Adam, from the biblical story of Adam and
Eve.  However, when I'd commented on it before leaving the house, he made
it a point to correct me by saying he wasn't Adam but rather he was Steve,
from Adam and Steve.  My Dad and I both got a chuckle out of that and
naturally I had to ask who was going to be Adam if he wasn't.  To which, he
explained that his friend Damien was going to be Adam and that he was going
to meet us at the Blue Crane's school.

I handed Jacob his pail and grabbed the remaining one for Alex, before
closing the trunk.  Then I walked over and handed Alex his pail and he and
my Dad lead the way to the entrance.  Jacob and Billy followed them and I
trailed behind them.  It was getting cool out as the sun began to set.  We
walked passed the main office, just as the outside lights were coming on.

I looked over, through the windows of the office and was surprised to find
that there was no one inside.  Only a note was posted on the glass, that
said for all the kids to come to the classroom before heading out 'trick or
treating'.  So, we all made our way to the classroom, where we found a
group of kids and parents had already gathered outside the small room.

As we approached, Damien came rushing out of the crowd and over to Jacob.
Both boys hugged each other and we stopped about twenty feet away from the
others to allow them a moment to greet each other.  After they ended their
hug, Damien gave me and my Dad a quick hug as well.  Then he complimented
all of us on our costumes.

He was clearly excited to see us but after a few moments, his excitement
turned to curiosity as he looked around.

"Mark didn't come with you?"  Damien asked.

I shook my head and replied, "Nah, I'm afraid not.  He had to work tonight.
He said he might come by during the weekend though."

"Oh...  Well, I hope he can make it."  He said, "Tomorrow they're gonna
have face painting and pumpkin carving, down by the lake.  It'll be a lot
of fun."

"Cool!"  Jacob said excitedly.

"Yeah, very cool.  I'm sure Mark would enjoy that a lot."  I said.

Damien smiled and I knew he was really hoping to see my Brother.  The two
of them had become close in the short time that they'd known each other.
Even though, the boy had done some sexual exploration, between both me and
his Uncle Max.  Mark was really Damien's first true sexual experience.

I knew Mark had feelings for the boy and cared for him very much.  It was
because of those feelings, that he had taken on the responsibility of being
the boy's 'first time'.  As the old saying goes, 'you never forget your
first time', and with the two of them it was certainly true.  In fact,
there were even pictures of it, that Coach Roberts had managed to take
during the intimate event.

I wasn't sure if Damien knew it but Mark had printed several of those
pictures out and had them hanging on his bedroom wall at home.  Something
that my Dad thought was risky as holy hell and warned against.  However, my
Dad eventually relented and the pictures stayed as a reminder of what the
man and boy shared that night in the tent.  An event Mark held very close
to his heart.

As the group of us continued to talk, Jacob introduced Damien and Billy to
each other and both boys seemed to hit it off rather well.  Even though
Billy was still very nervous being around so much public nudity.  It wasn't
long before I felt him holding onto my leg for comfort.  I hadn't seem him
so nervous before but I figured he was just out of his comfort zone.

Being in public with naked men, women and kids took some getting use to.  I
stayed close to him as we heard Mrs. Simmons call everyone into the
classroom.  Damien lead the group of us into the room for the makeshift
meeting the members were having.  We followed the other kids and their
parents as everyone piled into the small room.

Once inside, Jacob and Damien made their way to the front of the class with
the other kids.  They stood next to Mrs. Simmons, who was dressed up like a
witch.  She'd dyed her hair black and had on a big witches hat.  Of course,
she wasn't fully dressed and had the undivided attention of all the Fathers
in the room as she proudly showing off her firm breasts and perfectly
shaven vagina.  I half expected some of the men to start becoming aroused
but as my luck would have it, they apparently had great self control.

After everyone had gathered together, Nancy stepped out of the crowd and
joined Mrs. Simmons at the head of the class.  She must not have been in
the Halloween spirit too much, since she hadn't bothered to dress up at
all.  She was naked ever with her big nippled breasts on full display.  I
couldn't help but giggle to myself, when I glanced down and noticed Billy's
eyes looked as though they could pop out of his head at any moment as he
stared at the two women.

I put my hand over his eyes and he moved it away to pear around it.  I
shook my head and smiled at his innocent and natural curiosity.  Nancy and
Mrs. Simmons informed everyone that they were going to have a costume
contest for the kids before 'trick or treating' began and another costume
contest later in the evening for the adults.  Mrs. Simmons handed Damien a
stack of blank post-it-notes and asked him to write a number on each one.

Then he was told to stick the number to each kid in costume.  Billy and
Alex both were invited to join in and they went up to the front of the
class.  All the kids lined up with their numbers displayed on their chests,
while Mrs. Simmons handed Jacob another stack of blank post-it-notes and a
handful of pens.  He was told to hand them out to the adults, so they could
write the number down of the kid they thought had the best costume.

There must have been about thirty kids in costume and each of them had done
a really good job creating their outfits.  As much as I admired some of
their crafty handy work, I was partial to the boys from our group.  All
though, that didn't make choosing a favorite any easier, since there were
four of them and I could only make one choice.

Me and my Dad looked at each other and decided we'd each pick a different
boy.  I chose Jacob and he chose Alex.  Then we folded the pieces of paper
with our numbers on them and handed them to Damien, who came around the
room picking them up.  He carried them to the front of the class and
Mrs. Simmons counted them out on her desk.

The kids waited anxiously for the results to be read out loud.  It was
exciting and the longer we waited the more anxious I became too.  Finally,
after a few intense minutes, Mrs. Simmons finished tallying the votes and
handed Nancy a piece of paper with the results.  She called out the third
and second place winners first.

Which to our surprise, little Alex managed to win second place with another
of the kids taking third place. Then we all waited as Mrs. Simmons tapped
out a drum roll with her hands on her desk.  The suspense was pretty
intense as we waited to hear the winners name.  I think they took longer on
purpose just to drive us all crazy.

After a minute or so, Nancy finally announced what turned out to be two
names.

"And first place goes to...  Adam and Steve!"  Nancy shouted.

The parents looked around confused for a moment, until both Jacob and
Damien started jumping up and down hysterically.

"Oh my God!  Oh my God!  Oh my God!  Oh my God!"  Both boys shouted
excitedly.

My Dad and I looked at each other in surprise as we heard the results.  At
first, I couldn't believe that both boys had won and I wasn't the only one
who felt that way.  One of the other kids, who was a chubby little white
boy, that stood taller than both Jacob and Damien; Came walking over to
Nancy and began to raise a fuss about the results.

I figured he must have been about 13yo or so.  He had jet black hair and he
had his face painted to look like a rabbit.  He also had a white ball of
cotton tapped just about the crack of his chubby little butt.  He was
certainly not happy about the way the vote had turned out and he wasn't
afraid to let everyone know it.

"How can they both win!?  It's not fair!"  The boy yelled and stomped his
feet, "You're only suppose to choose one!"

Nancy rolled her eyes and explained, "Everyone was asked to vote for the
best costume, Jacob and Damien just happened to be wearing the same one."

"But that's not how it works, that's not how any of this works!"  The boy
yelled, "I demand a do-over!"

Mrs. Simmons and Nancy both rolled their eyes and sighed.  I could tell
they weren't happy with the boy's outburst and had clearly had issues with
him and his temperament before.  As proud as I was of the boy's, I did feel
as though they did kind of cheat.  I don't know if they knew in advance how
the rules of the vote were going to play out but as they stood there
proudly in defiance of the angry boy.  It became pretty clear that they
didn't care what he thought.

Nancy eventually told the boy to calm down and that there would be no
do-overs.  Which only upset the boy even more.  He left the front of the
room and stood by a very large woman, who I assumed was his Mother.  They
were standing close enough to me, that I could overhear them as she tried
to calm him down.

"It's just not fair."  The boy said as he crossed his arms angrily,
"There's no such thing as Adam and Steve anyways."

The woman looked down at the boy and said, "Oh?  Peter Cotton Tail's real
than is he?"

"No, maybe not..  But it's suppose to be Adam and Eve, not Adam and Steve."
The boy said, "No way God would let two fags into the garden of Eden."

With that, the woman went quiet and for some reason that angered me more
than anything.  I guess it bothered me, that she'd corrected the boy for
saying something wasn't real but not for talking so negatively about gays.
As everyone waited to find out what the prizes for the contest were, I just
stood there, stewing over what the boy had said.

I watched with frustration as Nancy and Mrs. Simmons handed out two large
candy bars to the third and second place winners.  Then they picked up an
even bigger candy bar from behind Mrs. Simmons' desk.  It must have been
almost two feet long and about a foot wide.  They prepared to hand it to
Jacob and Damien but before they did, they stopped and laid it on the desk.

We all watched as they proceeded to crack it in half and then gave each
large piece to each of the boys.  Their eyes lit up and they smiled from
ear to ear as they held the giant pieces up for the crowd to see.  The
angry boy watched and he became so mad, that he nearly began to cry.  I
should have felt sorry for him but after hearing what he'd said, I was
almost happy to see the little bastard upset.

Then all the kids returned to their parents as Nancy informed everyone of
the rules for 'trick or treating' on the grounds of the estate.  She
explained that candy was being given out at each of the members apartments
around the grounds.  Anyone who had their outside light on was accepting
'trick or treaters' and she assured the kids that they would have plenty of
candy for everyone.  That way there was no need for the kids to rush or
fight over any of the candy.

She also discouraged the older kids from not get into any shenanigans or
she would see to it, that they had to give up their candy as a result.
Then she asked that everyone come back to the classroom at 9pm for the
adult costume contest but until then, everyone was free to go knock on
doors.

With that, the crowd made their way out of the small room and out to the
pool area, where they began to split up and head off 'trick or treating'.
The room cleared out pretty quickly, since the kids were in a hurry to get
started.  However, my Dad and I stayed behind to gather our little group
together.  It seemed that Jacob and Damien had their own game plan for
getting the most candy and while they proceeded to tell Billy and Alex what
it was, Nancy pulled me and my Dad aside.

She informed us that she'd heard rumors about candy being given out at the
men's only gazebo across the lake and that if any of the boys wanted some
extra candy, that they should check it out.  However, she also warned us to
keep an eye out for Jennifer.  She apparently was planing to hide out in
the bushes along the trail, with plans of catching sexual predators.  I
knew the woman had made statements in the past about my Dad and her disgust
with there being a men's only area.  So I wasn't surprised that she would
be the kind of person to stakeout the place.

We thanked Nancy for the heads up and she left the room to join the others
outside.  Once the boy's had their plan of action ready, my Dad and I
followed them outside.  However, before they could get started Jacob and
Damien already had a problem.  They didn't want to carry their giant candy
bars around in one hand and their pails in the other.  So, we decided our
first stop would be Olivier's place.

He'd already agreed to let us all sleep over for the weekend and we figured
it was probably the best place to stash their candy while they went out to
gather more.  The group of us approached his door and Alex got to the do
the honors of knocking on it.  After he knocked on the door, Olivier slowly
pulled it open and stepped into the doorway in all his naked glory.

He was wearing a Phantom of the Opera style mask, which covered half of his
face.  But I could tell it was him, from the smile on his face and his big
soulful eyes.  Not to mention his dark tan skin and gorgeous, thick body
hair was a definite giveaway.  He held his door open and looked down at
Alex.

Alex held out his little pail and said, "Trick or Treat."

"Oh my, it is the repair man."  Olivier said with a smile, "You have come
to fix my broken refrigerator, yes?"

Alex looked up at the man with the most awkward and confused expression as
he stood there with his pail in hand, unsure what to do next.

Olivier started to laugh and said, "Haha!  Oh, I see.  You want payment
upfront.  Must be American repair man."

Then he reached over, picked up a bowl of candy and held it in his arms.
Alex's face lit up and he shook his little pail in excited anticipation.

Olivier grabbed a handful of candy and dropped it into the boy's pail and
said, "Here you go."

"Thank you."  Alex said with a big smile as he stared at the pieces of
candy in his pail and stepped back, allowing the other boy's to present
their pails.

"Oh!  You brought a whole crew!  My fridge must be terribly broken."
Olivier said as he gave each boy some candy, "Here you go, boys."

The boy's thanked him for the candy and then Jacob and Damien asked if they
could put their giant pieces of candy bar in his broken fridge.  He laughed
and invited them in.  They quickly placed the candy in his refrigerator,
closed the door and headed back out again.

As they returned to the front door, Alex looked at Olivier and, "I don't
think it's broken.  The light came on."

Olivier knelt down to the boy, rubbed his little bare butt and said, "I
see, yes, you are right.  I shall have to find something else broken for
you to fix, when you return later, my sexy little repair man."

Alex blushed as the man rubbed his butt and Olivier kissed him on the
cheek, before standing back up.  It was cute to see the two of them
together and I could tell Olivier really liked the boy.  Just as Mark had a
fondness for Damien, Olivier had a fondness for Alex.  It was natural and
very sweet, I thought to myself.

With their candy now in safe keeping, the boy's went about 'trick or
treating', with me and my Dad in close tow.  We followed them as they made
their way around the grounds and each took a turn knocking on the doors.
Interestingly, despite Jacob and Damien's success in winning the costume
contest, it was becoming more and more obvious that Alex was winning big at
getting the haul of the candy.

I wasn't sure if it was his costume or his young age that was winning over
the community members but whatever the reason, he was certainly racking up
the sugary loot.  In fact, in less than an hour he had already filled his
pail and had resorted to using his little hard hat as a bowl.  Regardless
of what Nancy had told everyone, their might have been enough candy to go
round but it was certainly not being handed out equally.

It wasn't long before the other boys caught on and decided they needed to
devise a better strategy, in hopes of getting a few extra pieces.  While
Jacob and Damien stopped to think up a better plan of attack.  I watched as
my Dad continued to escort Alex and Billy from door to door.  He was having
a good time leading them around and it was great to see a big smile on his
face.

While I watched from a distance, Damien's Uncle Max came wandering over to
me.  We hadn't seen him since arriving and I'd been wondering how long it
would be before we'd bumped into him.  He shook my hand as we stood
together and took in the sights of all the kids moving about the grounds.
I found it funny that we both had our own witty comments on Billy's costume
and we had a good laugh as we discussed it, among other things.

Max was dressed in a black toga sort of outfit.  It had a hood on it as
well as wrapped around his shoulder and hung down covering most of his body
up.  As he stood next to me talking, he swayed his hips back and fourth
almost as though he was nervous of impatient about something.  His swaying
motion was just enough to open the front of his outfit and I couldn't help
by stare down between the white fabric at his 8.5" cut cock, with its large
mushroom head and pitch dark pubes.

In attempt to distract myself, I asked him if he was keeping his distance
from the others on purpose or not and he explained that he'd preferred to
keep his distance from my Dad, since he didn't want to insight any tension
between them.  The two of them hadn't talked since the day in the camper,
when Max had tried to convince my Nephew Jacob to run away with him.  I
knew they had some ill feelings towards each other after that and agreed it
was probably best to leave the subject alone.

As our conversation came to an awkward and abrupt end, Billy wandered over
to join us.  He looked a little bummed out as I glanced down at the boy,
while he looked into his half full pail of candy.  He appeared a little
unhappy about how much he had gotten so far.

"What's the matter, Billy?"  I asked.

He looked up at me and replied, "Nothing, Sir.  I just wish...  Well, I
wish they'd hand me as much candy as they do Alex."

"I think Jacob and Damien are wishing the same thing.  He does seem to be
getting the most candy, huh?"  I said.

"Yeah, I don't get it."  Billy said, "He won third place in the costume
contest and now he's getting all the candy too.  Is my costume really that
bad?"

Max looked at the boy for a moment and replied, "Nah, it looks sexy too
me."

Billy blushed and moved closer to me.  Him and Max had never met before, I
think he was a little shy around the strange man, who was attempting to
flirt with him.

I put my arm around him as he stood next to me and he said, "Thank you,
Sir.  I wish the others thought so too.  Maybe then I'd get more candy..."

"Hmm...  If it's more candy you want.  I might know a place."  Max said.

"Really, where?"  Billy asked.

Max and I looked at each other and smiled.  I had a feeling I knew what he
was thinking but I waited for him to confirm it.

"They're giving out candy across the lake."  Max said, "I bet if you played
your cards right, you could even have more candy than Alex before the end
of the night."

Billy glanced down at his half empty pail and asked, "I don't know how to
get there.  Will you show me?"

I rustled the boy's hair and replied, "We'll go together.  Just let me tell
the others where we'll be."

Then I left Billy with Max as I went to tell my Dad where we were going.  I
met up with him a good distance from where I'd been and from where he was,
he couldn't see Max.  I purposely neglected to tell my Dad about him, since
I didn't want there to be any tensions between the two men.  All he needed
to know, was that Billy and I were going for a walk across the lake.  My
Dad was having so much fun, he happily agreed to keep an eye on boys while
we were gone.

With that, I returned to Max and Billy and the three of us started off on
our trek across the estate.  Billy held my hand as Max lead us down the
wooden footpath, which circled the lake.  Soon we came to the end of the
wooden planks and stepped down into the sandy footpath, which continued the
rest of the way.  As we started down the path, Max pulled the hood over his
head and somehow unfurled more of the fabric so that it nearly covered all
of his exposed skin.

It was very dark and we had only the moonlight to light our way.  As I
looked around I noticed that the black fabric almost made Max invisible in
the darkness.  He asked that we stay very close to him as he lead us closer
to the men's only gazebo, located at the very end of the path.  Suddenly,
we heard some rustling in the bushes and I felt Billy tighten his grip on
my hand.

I looked around but it was too dark to see see anything.  Just then, we
heard heavy breathing and whimpering approaching us.  Max stopped in his
tracks and the three of us dashed off the footpath and into the bushes.  We
waited there silently as we heard the sounds coming closer.  I looked down
the path and noticed a boy running towards us, from the direction of the
gazebo.

It might have been dark but I could tell as the boy ran passed, that it was
the same chubby boy I'd see in the classroom.  He was whimpering heavily as
he ran past us as fast as he could down the footpath.  He didn't even look
over at us.  He just kept running, until he was quickly out of sight.  Once
he was gone, Max lead us back onto the path and we continued our journey.

I wasn't sure what the little bastard was running from but knowing he was
coming from the direction of the gazebo, meant it was probably something
involving man/boy sex in some way and that made me smile devilishly to
myself.  I hoped karma had served the boy a well deserved bag of dicks.

Eventually, we arrived at the men's only gazebo on the far side of the lake
and found several men had gathered there.  At least I assumed they were
men.  They were all dressed in black shrouds as they sat around the picnic
table in the middle of the gazebo, playing a card game.  The light of
several candles, that were setting on the table cast an eery orange glow on
them.  At the very center of the table sat a large bowl of candy.  Which
those gathered were slowly eating as they quietly played their game.

In fact, our arrival had been met by eery silence.  However, even though I
couldn't see their eyes, I felt as though they were staring right at us.
More specifically, they had their eyes on Billy.  The boy was noticeably
trembling as we came to a stop behind the picnic table.  He looked around
nervously at the silent group playing their game.

Max cleared his throat and said, "We have someone here who would like to do
you a trick, if you gentlemen care to share your treats."

His words were met by even more awkward silence as the members of the group
turned to each other.  Finally, one of them turned around and motioned for
us to come closer.  As the large hairy arm of the man came into view from
under the black fabric, I lead Billy over to him at the end of the table.
The boy looked at him nervously as he held out his little pail.  Max tapped
me on the shoulder and I looked at him as he motioned for me to step away.
I stepped back and Max stepped up behind Billy.

He placed his hands on the boy's shoulders and said, "I think you have to
say the magic words.  Here, like this...  Trick or treat, I like big meat,
give me yummy cum to eat."

Billy looked up in surprise as the spoken words had the effect of a secret
password on the man, who lifted up the front of the black shroud and spread
his legs, revealing his hairy legs, thick pubes and a 6" uncut cock.  The
boy looked down at it, while the man set his cards on the table and took a
handful of candy from the bowl, dropping it into Billy's pail.  As the
candy landed inside, it became clear that it was to be the currency of
choice for the boy's services.

Billy took notice as the man began to stroke his cock and motioned for the
boy to come to it.  I watched as the boy reluctantly but submissively got
down on his knees between the man's legs.  He set his pail on the edge of
the seat and reached out to feel the man's cock.  He stroked it slowly for
a few minutes, until the man reached over and tossed some more candy into
Billy's pail.

Once the additional deposit had been made, the man placed his hand on the
boy's head and drew him down to his cock.  Billy parted his lips and took
the hard cock in his mouth, like a good boy.  As he began to suck, the
other men resumed playing their card game as if the cock sucking taking
place was nothing unusual to them.

Once Max was sure Billy knew what was expected of him, he stepped away and
over to me.  He put his arm around me and pulled the hood from over his
head.  While we watched the boy service the man, I reached my hand in
through the open front of Max's outfit and cupped his hairy balls in my
hand to massage them.

He smiled at me as I felt him up and soon he was raging hard, even though
no one could see it through the black fabric.  It was exciting to see Billy
sucking a strangers cock and the longer he did it, the more candy he earned
himself.  Every so many minutes, the man would toss a few more pieces of
candy into the boy's pail and Billy would keep going.

As I watched, I thought back to the little fat boy I'd seen running away
from the gazebo and remember how he'd been whimpering.  I wondered if it
was only sucking men's cocks that had upset him or if there was more to it
than that.  I also found myself thinking about the way all the men had
chosen to dress in black shrouds and resisted speaking to each other.  I
wondered if it was to protect their identity from each other or perhaps
from Jennifer, who was undoubtedly combing the trail for them.

I leaned in close and whispered to Max, "These men aren't all gay, are
they?"

Max grinned and replied, "Maybe, maybe not but every man enjoys a good
blowjob."

I blushed as I started to stroke his cock.  It almost felt like old times
again, except for the group of creepy horny men watching and playing cards.
As I stroked him he reached around and began playing with my hole.  It took
all I had not to moan out loud as he played with my puckered hole.  But I
managed to refrain from making any noise and we continued to watch Billy.

After several minutes, the man began to moan and groan with pleasure as the
boy sucked him to completion.  We watched as Billy gave the man a final
lick, before standing back up again.  The man pulled the black shroud over
himself, reached into the bowl and tossed some final pieces into the boy's
pail.  Then he got up from the table and quietly exited the gazebo.

Billy started to walk back over to join us but before he could take a step,
the man seated next to first man reached into the bowl and tossed some
candy into the boy's pail.  Billy stopped and looked at him as he turned
around on the seat and lifted up his black shroud, revealing his cock to
him.

The boy looked at me and I nodded my head and said, "You said you wanted
more candy.  Go for it."

Billy grinned and knelt down between the next man's legs and began sucking
him.  When he completed servicing him, another man would make himself
available to the boy and the process would begin again.  I watched as he
sucked each man at the table and before long, he'd nearly filled his little
pail to the top.

It wasn't until the last man had got up from the table and walked off into
the darkness, that Billy finally stood up and looked around.  He licked his
lips clean as he looked at his pail full of candy.  He'd consumed a great
amount of cum and his pail was now practically overflowing with sweats.  As
he licked his lips, he looked at the sugary compensation he'd received and
smiled proudly.

Just then, we heard the sound of whistling coming from the direction of the
footpath.  It was a creepy sound to hear coming closer from out in the
darkness.  The three of us stood there nervous and curious as we awaited
the arrival of whoever it might be.  Soon a very tall black figure came
slowly walking up the steps of the gazebo and into the candle light.  The
person was dressed in a black shroud of fabric, just as the others had
been, which completely covered them from head to toe.

They slowly made their way closer to Max and I, before turning and
approaching Billy.  They stopped inches from the boy and a hand reached out
from underneath the shroud, pulling Billy's head in close.  The boy looked
up nervously as the figure held his head against them.

Then slowly, they lifted up the shroud just enough to pull it over the
boy's head and slipped it over him, strapping him inside it with them.  Max
and I looked at each other for a moment, until we saw the unmistakeable
motion of Billy's head bobbing under the shroud.  Then we heard the boy
begin slurping and gagging.

He was clearly sucking on someone's cock and by the sound of it, it was a
pretty good sized one.  We watched as the boy's head bobbed up and down,
making the shroud move back and fourth.  It was arousing just to imagine
what must have been going on behind the fabric.

However, our wondering came to an unexpected end.  When the head bobbing
stopped and Billy cried out.

"No, please!  Don't make me take it off!"  Billy cried.

With that, our attention was drawn downward.  Where Billy came crawling out
from under the black shroud of fabric without his jersey on.  He crawled
across the floor in a panic, got up to his feet and grabbed hold of my
waist.  Tears ran down his face as he looked up at me.

I put my arm around him and held him, just as the mysterious man lifted off
his shroud.  I watched in awe as the black fabric along with Billy's jersey
were laid upon the seat of the picnic table, by none other than Kevin.

He stepped closer to me, pinning Billy between us as he kissed me on the
cheek.  The boy's back was to Kevin and the man's 9" cut cock, hung just
over Billy's shoulder.

"Sorry I'm late."  Kevin said softly.

"About time you showed up."  Max said with a grin.

"What can I say, they always save the best for last."  Kevin replied as he
turned his attention to the boy, "Isn't that right, Billy?"

I looked down at Billy as he stared up towards me and Kevin with scared
little eyes.  Kevin reached down, took his big cock in hand and rubbed it
against the boy's face.  I felt Billy tremble as he started to whimper.

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