Date: Tue, 12 May 2015 13:33:03 -0700
From: Chub Hubby <chubihubby@gmail.com>
Subject: The Swallow Family: Jonathan Runs Errands

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The Swallow Family - Jonathan Runs Errands

by

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"Jon!" shouted Hank Swallow to his 12 year old son, "Shake a leg we have
lots to do today."

"Dad do I have to?" his middle son asked from the top of the stairs,
standing there in a t-shirt, and nothing else, sporting a hard 4" boy dick
which he gently stroked, "I was going over to Ricky's today. He and his mom
are out of town for the weekend and Ricky's dad was gonna fuck me this
morning."

"Sorry champ." Hank told him taking in what his son said rather
matter-of-factly. "You knew we had to go shopping today, you need shoes,
shirts, a new suit, your Aunt Grace's wedding is less than a month
away. Your brothers have already done their shopping and you keep putting
it off. So get dressed and let's go."

With a sour pout on his face Jon turned back to his room to get
dressed. His 9 year old brother Jimmy was at his own bedroom door having
listened to the conversation.

"So Ricky and his mom are out of town huh?" he asked innocently. "Do you
mind if I..."

"Yeah go ahead. Ricky's dad was expecting me, but I'm sure he'd love to
fuck you just as much." Jon sounded defeated as he walked into his
room. Jimmy bound down the steps and out the front door shouting a "Bye
Dad!" and heading to a nice long morning fuck.

A few minutes later Jon headed out the door and met his dad at the car.

"I know you're disappointed Jonny, but we have to get this done today, we
won't have a chance again before my sister's wedding." Jonny sat in the
passenger seat quietly pouting. Hank looked over at his son and smiled
understandingly. "It was awful nice of you to send your brother over to
Ricky's dad in your place, you know?"

"Yeah," Jonny said quietly, "I know." Hank ruffled his son's hair and the
boy pulled away and smiled widely. "Stop it dad, don't muss the hair."




Hank and his son walked into the chill air of the Riverton Mall. Almost
immediately Jonny caught the eye of a large, black, security guard in his
mid 30's. Jonny smiled at the man and gave him a slight wink, the guard
narrowed his eyes at the small boy then grabbed his crotch and smiled back
at Jonny very perversely. The 12 year old had never seen the man before but
had an almost supernatural sixth sense when it came to identifying boy
fuckers. Out of the corner of his eye Hank saw what his son was getting
into, "No time for that buddy, we have too much to do." As they walked
further into the Mall Jonny looked back at the guard, who was now pawing at
his massive crotch bulge, and shrugged his shoulders apologetically. The
guard watched the father and son walk away, but thought it might be a good
idea to keep tabs on them.

Jonny was very aware that the large black security guard was shadowing
their every movement and he decided to be the perfect son while he and his
dad shopped, and before Hank knew it they had everything picked out and
paid for with a good 45 minutes to spare.

"We got extra time kiddo, wanna head to the food court for some lunch."
Hank saw his son look over his shoulders and there, across the way he saw
the large, middle-aged, black guard standing near the security offices. The
man was joined by a smaller, thinner, white guard; `barely out of high
school' thought Hank. "Alright Jonny, you've been exceptionally good this
morning I guess you deserve a treat. But I need to know where you'll be."

Jonny handed his dad the packages he was carrying and scurried over to the
guards. Hank saw them talking for a few minutes, exchanging very knowing
smiles. The black guard looked in Hank's direction, took on a more serious
demeanor and wandered over.

"Sir, good morning." The black man said. "It seems your son was a witness
to a... uh... shoplifting case from a few weeks ago that we are
investigating. My partner and I would like permission to take him back to
the offices for... uh... some questioning." Hank loved how men would tie
themselves into knots trying to allay suspicions of what they really wanted
to do to his little fuck slut of a son. `If they only knew' Hank
thought. "We have a waiting area if you'd like to stay there while we
question the boy." Hank nodded at the man and followed the guards and his
son into the security offices.

Down a short white hallway the guard showed Hank a row of chairs. "It would
probably be best if you wait here while we chat with your son." Hank sat
down in a plastic chair and set his shopping bags down. The two guards
escorted Jonny into a room across from the chairs. After a few minutes Hank
thought he heard some sounds coming from the room that let him know what
was really going on. `Was that a moan?' Hank thought. After a number of
minutes with his imagination running wild, the room's door opened and the
white guard came out. The young man was looking a little flustered and
flush in the cheeks and his shirt was not tucked into his slacks very well.

"We, uhhhh, need to contact the supervisor, but it won't be much longer."
The white guard blurted out, trying his best to remain composed. He
wandered further into the offices. A minute later the guard reappeared with
a large heavy set man with dark olive skin and large, bushy, black
mustache.

"Mr. Swallow?" the large man asked as he approached Hank. Hank noticed the
man's shirt barely covered his large belly and it was unbuttoned down to
his chest, showing off a thicket of dark fur. The man's arms were large,
muscled, and also darkly furred. "I'm Frank Garabedian, head of security
here at Riverton. I want to thank you for your cooperation, we just have a
few more things to go over with your boy, shouldn't be more than 20 or 30
minutes."

"That's no problem at all. Is it okay if I just wait here?"

"That's just fine Mr. Swallow." The heavy, hairy, Armenian stud nodded to
the young, white guard, who then scurried back into the mall. Garabedian
knocked on the interview room, but waited a good ten seconds before opening
it with one of his keys. Even then Hank thought for sure he could hear the
distinct sound of flesh slapping. He smiled wickedly to himself as the door
shut.

Looking around the quiet hallway Hank noticed a door next to the room his
son was in marked "Observation". He looked both ways up and down the hall
and there was no one in sight. Hank slowly got up and grabbed the door knob
to the observation room and was surprised when it turned and opened. He
slid into a dark room and let his eyes adjust. There on the wall to the
interview room, was a large window looking into the room next door. Like
anyone who had ever seen any police show on TV, Hank recognized the two way
mirror.

As imaginative as his perverted thoughts got at times, what he saw in the
window dwarfed every twisted thought he had about his cum junkie sons. Just
a few feet from the window Jonny was naked and bent over a metal
chair. Behind him the black guard was also naked and was slamming his fat
9" fuck pole into Jonny's boy cunt. Mr. Garabedian crossed the room to
Jonny's head. The fat, hairy man unbuttoned his shirt, his massive belly
jutting out like a fur covered balloon, and undid his belt. His slacks
dropped and gathered around his ankles. The big man's thick, hairy legs
were spread wide and he grabbed Jonny's head, lifted it up and shoved his
thick uncut cock down the boy's throat. The supervisor's belly slammed into
Jonny's forehead as the man strained to bottom out his cock into Jonny's
throat.

Hank's cock was tenting his pants. It was very rare that he ever got to see
his boys in action, and this was hotter than anything he had seen up to
that point in time. After a few minutes watching the perverted goings on
Hank noticed a small speaker box next to the window. He moved to it and
flipped it on. The observation room was suddenly filled with the loudest,
most perverse sex noises he had ever heard. The first thing he could
distinguished was his son's voice. With every thrust of the massive black
dick into his ass Jonny was screaming with joy. At least Hank thought of it
as screaming, but because his throat was being assaulted with Garabenian's
massive Armenian dick, his sons shouts of joy were muffled, but still loud
as hell. Along with Jonny's moaning Hank heard loud huffs and puffs coming
from the overweight supervisor, sweat pouring down his brow as he lifted
his gut to get as much of his fuck pole into the boy's throat. But louder
than both of those was the black guards perverted sex talk.

"Your fucking little faggot!" the big, black man swore as he was attempted
to tear open Jonny's boy cunt. "I knew when you walked into the mall dat
you were nothing but a low-life, cum-loving, little boy-slut. You saw me
and wanted this fat nigga dick. Didn't you faggot?" The black man leaned
over and reached around to Jonny's chest and savagely pulled the boy's
nipples. Jonny screamed more, though still muffled by the older fat man's
dick. "Yeah I know when I see a faggot. And little, white boy fags love
this big dick, they sure do." The black guard moved his hands down to
Jonny's dick, which was rock hard. "Little faggot you must love this black
dick up your cunt, you hard as a rock."

The black guard sped up his thrusts into the boy and lifted Jonny up off
the fat man's dick, lifting him up in the air while his muscled arms raised
and lowered the boy onto his huge dick. Now Hank could hear his little boys
moans. What had sounded as muffled gibberish sex sounds Hank could now make
out. His boy was yelling "Fuck me! Fuck me!" over and over with each thrust
of the black dick.

The black man pulled Jonny's head back and whispered in his ear, "What is
it you want baby? What is it you need."

Jonny lolled his head to the side. "I need that fat nigga dick. Please
don't stop fucking me."

"And what else you fucking faggot. What else you need?"

"I... I... need that nigga cum. Please give it to me. Give me all your
nigga cum."

This drove the black guard mad with lust. He started ramming his dick into
the boy's used hole, holding onto the Jonny with his massive arms. Finally
he pulled the young boy's ass tightly down on his black dick and screamed
as he shot a huge load into Hank's son. For thirty seconds the man emptied
his balls into the insatiable boy's hole. When he was finished he pulled
Jonny off of his dick and set him down on the floor.

"Frank," he said to his boss, "you are gonna love this boy cunt. And it's
nice and sloppy just like you like." The black guard dressed quickly and
opened the door to the hallway. He stuck his head back into the room. "His
dad's gone. His bags are still there. He's probably in the bathroom. Have
fun boss." He said as he closed the door. Garabedian moved over to the door
and locked it.

"I'm glad we're alone," he said as he kicked off his slacks and moved
closer to Jonny. "Can I kiss you boy?" he asked. Jonny nodded and
smiled. The large, hairy, fat man leaned down and gave the boy slut a very
tender, yet lust-filled kiss. The older man kissed Jonny for a good five
minutes all the while jacking the boys very hard cock. As Jonny started
thrusting more and more into the thick, hairy hand of the supervisor, the
man could tell he was about to cum. Garabedian slid down to his knees and
slipped Jonny's little boy dick into his mouth just as the kid began
cumming. The old man moaned as he gulped down the sweet boy load. He pulled
off Jonny's dick and looked at the boy, "Don't you ever tell anyone that I
sucked your dick. I'm a married man. I got kids. But every now and then I
like me a little boy cum. But I ain't no fag. Got it."

Jonny looked into the big dark eyes of the hairy man, leaned down and
kissed him deeply, tasting some of his own cum still in the man's
mouth. "Don't worry mister. I won't tell anyone anything. But I really need
you to fuck me with your fat dick."

Garabedian sneered at the little boy, lifted him up and almost threw him
onto the table top. Jonny leaned back and lifted his legs, grabbing them
with his arms and holding them open as an invitation for the large, hairy
man to use his boy cunt as it should be used.

Without waiting the supervisor slammed his fat uncut dick into Jonny's
sloppy hole. He rammed the boy, silent but for the heavy breathing all this
exertion was causing him. He grabbed Jonny's nipples and twisted them as he
had seen his employee doing, and Jonny screamed in pleasure. After a few
minutes of this Jonny began whimpering in lust. Looking up to the big man
with his big eyes, pleading with him to dump a big load of cum into his
hungry hole.

By now Hank had lost almost all control over himself. He had his cock out
of his slacks and was jacking his dick furiously. He continued abusing his
dick as the bulky Armenian man fucked Jonny with furious passion. The man
was breathing even more heavily and slamming his fat dick into Jonny's
sloppy hole. A few minutes later the man began to moan in a high pitched
whine like a little boy. His big frame now rabbit punching Jonny's cunt,
the older man whimpered as he finally slammed his cock into the boy hole
and shot his huge load. After letting it rest in the boy's hole for a
minute the big man pulled his fuck pole out of the boy slut's ass and as he
did a huge rope of thick cum leaked out and slipped it's way to the
floor. Hank was sure he could hear the cum splat as it hit the floor and he
lost all control and shot his own huge load all over the window.

Hank saw the supervisor getting dressed, so he jammed his cock back into
his slacks, slid quietly out of the observation room and sat back down in
the plastic chair. A minute later the door to the interview room opened. A
visibly out of breath Garabedian led Jonny out by his shoulder and turned
to Hank.

"Mr. Swallow I want to thank you immensely. Little Jonny has been very
helpful to us and this will greatly benefit our case."

"That's good to hear, I'm glad he could help you out." Hank said with a
smile as he led Jonny back out to the mall. The two of them walked silently
back to their car. Hank drove around the parking lot until he found a
deserted section next to a row of dumpsters behind the mall. He parked,
then reclined his seat all the way and laid back on it. With out any words
being spoken, Jonny slid off his shorts and squatted over his daddy's
mouth. With a little pressure Jonny squeezed out the cum from his cunt into
his eager father's mouth. Hank moaned like a starving man as thick ropes of
cum slid into his waiting mouth. He lifted his head and planted his lips
onto his boy's cunt and sucked his ass clean of the cum loads. He spent a
good five minutes making sure he got every drop.




Driving back into town from the mall Hank said, "I'm glad you were able to
have a little fun kiddo, but we are now running late. I've got to drop the
car off for a check up, then we are heading to Bosco & Sons to get you a
new suit. We have just enough time to grab a little lunch first, so we
stick to the schedule from now on. Okay?"

Jonny nodded silently looking out of the window reliving the amazing fuck
his little boy hole just had. Before long his father pulled into
Kostopoulas Auto Shop in downtown Riverton. Father and son walked to the
front desk and rang the service bell. In a minute an older white haired man
walked up to the counter. The man gave Hank a big smile, "Mr. Swallow so
good to see you again. You coming in for a check up?"

"Hello Christos," Hank said as he shook the mans greased stained hand. "And
please you gotta call me Hank."

"All right Hank, and this one," Christos said as he nodded to Jonny, "This
one's Jeremy right?"

"Nah, I'm Jonny Mr. K."

"Ahhhh that's right," Christos said as he took in Jonny's handsome features
with his sharp green eyes. Christos handed Hank a clipboard with paperwork
to fill and said, "I know Jeremy and I know Jimmy very well, but I don't
think I know you yet, right?" Jonny watched as Mr. Kostopoulas wiped his
hands on his slacks, presumably to wipe off some of the grease, but Jonny
knew the man was adjusting his growing cock in his overalls. Mr. K. did
know Jeremy and Jimmy, very well, Jonny knew. He had heard many stories
over the years of the wiry, muscled, greek father fucking his brother's
brains out. His tightly muscled body, covered in salt and pepper hair
holding tightly onto the young boys as he mercilessly rampaged their young
holes. Mr. K, as Jonny's brothers always referred to the man, tousled
Jonny's hair. The old man then tweaked the boy's chin, looked over to the
boy's father and seeing that Hank was busy filling out the paperwork for
his car, slipped his big thumb into the boy's mouth and smiled perversely
as the kid closed his lips and sucked on the digit. Getting bolder, Mr. K
grabbed Jonny's arm and pulled they boy's hand to his old man dick that had
grown rock hard. Johnny wanted the man's hefty fuck pole in the worst way.

"How long do you think this will be Christos?" Hank asked.

"Well my guys are out to lunch, I'm here by myself for at least 30
minutes," he said pointedly, and gave a wink to the little boy. "But as
soon as they get back, your's will be the first car we work on. Shouldn't
be more than an hour or so."

"Perfect." Hank smiled. "Let's go get some lunch champ."

"Dad I'm not really hungry, can I stay and, uh, play some video games."
Christos kept a few vintage arcade machines in the waiting room, just for
this very purpose, to keep young boys hanging around his shop.

"Jon," Hank said harshly, "I told you we don't have a lot of time. Let's
go." Hank marched his son outside as Christos kept grabbing at his rock
hard cock. As he watched the father and son through the glass door he could
see them arguing. After a minute Hank threw his hands up in the air and
relented. Hank walked away and Jonny re-entered the body shop.

"I got some quarters for you if you still want to play the video game,"
Mr. K said with a big smile.

"Don't have a lot of time Mr. K," Jonny said, "You wanna fuck my ass?"

Christos unzipped and slipped out of his overalls, locked the front door
and with a big smile led the little boy slut into his office. Jonny had his
shorts and shirt off in record time and helped Mr. K get t-shirt and work
pants off. The old greek man had a very nicely muscled body, covered in
dark hair, shot through with a bit of salt and pepper. His long, thick cock
hung straight out from his flat stomach. He pushed Jonny back against the
desk and leaned down to the small boy and kissed his sweet lips. Mr. K's
tongue pushed into the willing boy's mouth. Jonny groaned which made the
greek father kiss him even harder. The young boy used both of his hands to
massage the older man's hard cock. Mr. K was thrusting into the boy's hands
while he prolonged the kiss. Finally Jonny broke it off as his real desire
was this hairy man's fat pole.

Jonny slid to his knees and aimed the cock to his small mouth. He pulled
back the thick foreskin and worked the man's dick head with his
tongue. Mr. K grabbed Jonny's head with both hands and very slowly pushed
his dick down into the boy's throat until Jonny's mouth was pressed flat
against the old man's hairy groin. Jonny massaged the man's dick with his
throat muscles making the old man squirm and corkscrew his pole in and out
of the boy. After nearly of minute of this the old man pulled his fat cock
out of the boy's mouth. Jonny gasped for air and fell back against the desk
almost blacking out.

Christos lifted the boy up to the desk and leaned him back, lifting and
spreading the young one's legs. The muscled, hairy stud bent down and took
the boys dick into his mouth. He sucked on the boys hard cock for a few
minutes then lifted Jonny's legs and dove his mouth down onto the sweet,
hairless boy-cunt. Jonny thrashed in ecstasy as the man worked his magic on
the boy's tasty hole.

"Mr. K.," Jonny moaned as his ass was being devoured, "I don't have a lot
of time, can you please fuck me now?"

Kostopoulas lifted his mouth off of the exquisite boy cunt, spit into his
hand and rubbed it on his fat dick. He pushed the head of his cock slowly
into the boy's hole. Knowing that the boy, like his two cum-slut brothers,
had probably been fucked dozens, if not hundreds, of times the wiry man
slammed his fat dick into the boy cunt all the way to the pubes. Jonny
screamed in joy. Christos slowly pulled his dick back out of the boy hole
and then slammed back into the boy with a fury. The old man then started
fucking the young slut in ernest. Using his well toned body the greek fuck
machine pounded Jonny's grasping hairless hole, and for five minutes the
two were lost in their own sexual bliss. The old, hairy man's dick that had
given his wife five children, and that had sought out dozens of different
boys over the last 40 years, had reached it's peak, and with one last slam,
it started emptying it's load into the grasping boy hole.

"Uncle Christos?" the old man heard from behind him. Christos pulled out of
the boys ass while he was still cumming, turned and looked into the eyes of
his 30 year old nephew, while his cock still spewed it's potent load all
over the floor. The old man was speechless and in shock. His nephew Mikos,
a tall, widely built greek man with a thick head of black hair and a short
goatee and mustache, looked onto the scene wide eyed and mute. Without
realizing it Mikos had been squeezing his crotch. His uncle smiled to
himself, knowing that boy fucking must have been something his nephew was
extremely familiar with.

Jonny turned slowly, looked at Mr. K's nephew, then leaned down to clean
off the older, hairy, greek man's spent cock. Christos held the back of
Jonny's head while the boy sucked him clean and watched as his nephews cock
tented the man's sweatpants obscenely. Jonny came off the older man's cock,
walked the few steps to Mr. K's nephew, dropped to his knees and pulled the
shocked man's sweatpants down. The man's long, fat dong bounced up and down
as it escaped from it's confinement. Jonny leaned in and licked the skin
covered head of the man's dick. Christos' nephew closed his eyes and moaned
as the talented underage boy slid his fat dick into his mouth. Mikos looked
to his uncle who was now jacking his spent dick while watching the
perverted action.

"He's really going to want that fat dick in his boy hole Mikey." Christos
purred to his nephew. "You gonna help the boy out and fuck that sweet ass?"

Mikos looked down to the boy still nursing his completely hard dick. He
bent over and reached his long, hairy arm down to Jonny's ass. Mikos'
fingers slipped easily into the boy's gaping cunt. He slid them in and out
a few times, and when he pulled them out his fingers were covered in the
cum his uncle had just deposited. Mikos pulled Jonny's head from his dick
and, as the boy looked up to the stocky nephew, slipped his cum covered
fingers into the boy's mouth. Jonny nursed on the cum while staring up
longingly at the man.

Mikos looked to his uncle as though asking permission to do what he knew
was coming next. Christos nodded slightly to his nephew and the large,
younger man pulled Jonny up, turned him around, leaned him over the desk,
and buried his fat dick into the boy's very willing hole. Mikos started a
slow heavy rhythm to his boy fucking, he pulled his t-shirt up and over his
head exposing his bulky chest covered in a light dusting of fur. Mikos
reached up and pulled on his pink nipples, closed his eyes and thrusted his
hips deeper into the slut riding his cock. His uncle moved over to the
pair, lifted Jonny's head and let the boy swallow his dick. Christos was
getting a perverse pleasure over sharing a boy with his nephew. He had long
wondered if any of the men in his family shared his love of boy cunt, and
he was glad that the answer was yes. Mikos was his sister's oldest boy and
to Christos had always seemed a bit dull and thick. Watching him grab the
little boy slut's ass now made his cock hard, wondering how many boys his
nephew had fucked in his lifetime, regretting that they had never tag
teamed a young cunt together before today. He reached his hands up to Mikos
nipples and gave them a savage twist. The large bulky man moaned lowly and
opened his eyes looking to his uncle.

The two men stared deeply at each other while they shared the little
boy. Christos leaned in to his nephew and, put his hands on the younger
man's head, pulled Mikos to him and started kissing him deeply. Passion
flooded between the uncle and nephew. As he tongued his nephew with deep
lust Christos flooded Jonny's mouth with his cum. Mikos ramped up his
fucking and, within a moment, blasted his huge load deep into the boy's
ass, all while still passionately kissing his uncle. The three of them
collapsed onto the desk as they heard the shop workers trickling back from
lunch. Christos pulled the young boy up and gave him a sweet peck and the
three of them quickly pulled on their clothes. Christos escorted the boy to
the shop's front door and gave him a light pat on his ass and sent him to
meet his father.




The dinner door swung open and Hank walked out just as his son reached the
restaurant.

"I was getting ready to send out a search party for you scout." Hank said
as he tousled his son's hair.

"Sorry dad, I meant to be quick but Mr. K's nephew walked in on us and,
well..."

"And you just couldn't pass him up could you. You're a very sweet boy Jonny
but sometimes you have a one-track-mind." Hank said as he walked with his
boy towards the tailors. "I called Bosco's and they are closing up for
inventory, but they are willing to get you fitted for a new suit. So you be
extra nice while you're in there. I have a few more errands to run while
you're there, but I talked with the owner and he knows what you need." The
father and son walked briskly and quietly up Main Street to Bosco and Sons
Haberdashery. It was a nondescript storefront with a few mannequins in the
front window showing the latest in suit styles. Hank knocked on the door
and a large man of about 35 opened the door.

"Mr. Swallow? Joe Bosco." the handsome man at the door said as he reached
out his big hand and shook hands with Hank. "And this must be Jonathan? You
talked to my grandfather, he'll be the one helping your boy get fitted for
his suit."

"Thanks so much for being so helpful, We have been run ragged with
everything we needed to get done. I hope you don't mind but I'm going to
get some more errands run while you help out Jonny."

"No problem at all Mr. Swallow. This shouldn't take more than half hour, 45
minutes top."

Hank continued on up the street as Joe closed and locked the door to the
shop. He walked Jonathan towards the back of the store. "My grandad is
going to help you pick out a suit and get you fitted. He's right back
here." The boy was lead into a small, softly lit room with a riser and a
set of mirrors at one end, and racks of suits and bolts of cloth throughout
the area. A small silver haired man leaned over a cutting table adjusting a
bolt of dark wool. "Popop," Joe said in a loud voice. The old man turned,
pulling his glasses down from the top of his head onto his face. As tall as
his grandson Joe was, the elder Mr. Bosco was almost comically tiny, no
more than a few inches taller than Jonny himself. "This is Jonathan, the
boy you're going to help with his new suit." The old man squinted at Jonny
and gave him a smile.

"Nice to meet you son," Mr. Bosco said in a slight Italian
accent. "Giuseppe you head back to your brother and finish up on that
inventory." The large dark man gave Jonny a wink and a pat on the back and
left the dressing room. "Come on over here and let's get a look at you."
Jonny walked over to the well lit dais next to the mirror set up and the
old man pulled his out his measuring tape and quickly measured Jonny's
waist and inseam. "Okay why don't you take off the shorts and the shoes and
we get you something to start with."

The old man wandered to the rack of suits and pulled a few out to
start. Jonny took off his shorts, bent over and started untying his
shoes. He had no underwear on and just as the old, silver-haired tailor
turned to the boy, Jonny's well used boy cunt gave a light spasm, and a
small trickle of cum started leaking out of his hole. The old man stared at
the young boy and watched as the trickle of cum worked it's way down his
left leg. Mr. Bosco got closer to the boy, still bent over untying his
shoes, and gave Jonny's messy ass crack a deep sniff.

The distinct smell of a fresh cumload leaking from a young boy's ass
jostled Antonin Bosco's memory. He was swept back in time to his own
boyhood in post World War II Italy. He was a very small 10 year old
scrounging for anything that could help feed his family. He had three
sisters and his mother, and they were all living in one room of a
dilapidated house near the edge of their small village. The war had left
the area completely devastated, and there would have been no hope to cling
to except for the ever present American military which helped heal the town
with a mostly, bustling black-market. Antonin's mother took in whatever
laundry and sewing she could get, but it barely kept any food on the
table. Little Antonin scrounged for any scrap he could sell, but mostly
went hungry so his sisters could keep their energy up.

One evening his life changed over night. He was wandering near the edges of
the village close to one of the American check points that covered the
roads those days. Faint from hunger as his last meal was at least a day
prior and consisted of a days-old, half-eaten apple, Antonin found himself
near a smoldering fire being maintained by a large grizzled American
soldier. The large man was leaning up against a stack of empty pallets
smoking a cigarette when he spotted the young boy at the edge of the
fire. The man squinted at the kid and said, "Hey you little dago mutt, what
are you doing out at this hour?" Though he had learned a spattering of
English over the last year, Antonin just stared at the large American with
his wide, dark eyes.

"What's your name?" The soldier asked him. But Antonin just stared back at
him dumbly. "What's your name ya little wop?" He said more forcefully and
Antonin took a step back. The big man shook his head and sighed, "My name
is Farley," he said pointing his thumb at his chest. "And your name???"

"Antonin," the boy said quietly, and thinking for a second said with a
little more force, "Tony."

"Ah Tony." The soldier said with a grin, "That's a perfectly good greaser
name for you kid. Come on over and get warm." The soldier gestured to the
fire. Antonin shuffled over and let the heat from the fire seep into his
bones. "So what you out looking for tonight little man?"

Antonin looked up at the tall soldier next to him and said, "any food?"

"I figured that was what you was snooping around for. You fucking dagos
think we gotta feed you after all that shit you pulled in the war? Fuck
that." Farley spit heavily into the fire and it sizzled angrily. He looked
up and down the dirt road. Nobody had been by in hours and he wasn't
expecting anyone, but he searched vigilantly before he said to the boy, "I
bet you'd do just about anything for some food wouldn't you, ya little
punk?"

Antonin heard the word food and just stared up at the soldier. Farley
scanned the area again and then reached into his coat pocket and pulled out
a hershey bar. He waved it in front of the small boy and watched as his
eyes grew eve bigger. "Yeah I bet you'd do anything wouldn't you," he said
as he held the candy bar down to his groin. Antonin looked at him and back
to his crotch. Farley smiled pervertedly to himself as he reached down,
unzipped his uniform and hauled out a large, pink, uncut cock, and he held
the candy right next to it. The little boy was confused, but when the large
man grabbed the boy's head and pulled it to the big cock, the boy reached
out for the candy bar. "No no no, sonny, gotta pay for what you want, don't
ya?" Farley reached down an grabbed one of the boys hands and placed it on
his large cock. Antonin tried to pull away but the big soldier held firmly
onto the boy's hand and started jacking his cock with it. After a few
seconds the large man took his hand off of Antonin's hand and the boy
continued to jack the now hard dick. "That's it you hungry, little
pervert. Make me feel good and you get yourself the best American chocolate
there is." Farley reached and grabbed the boy's other hand and brought it
up to his cock so the boy was now jacking his pre-cum leaking dick with
both of his tiny hands.

"You're learning pretty quick little man. Let's see if we can teach you a
little bit more." The soldier reached out his hand and slid his first two
fingers into the boys mouth, and very slowly and obscenely slid them in and
out of the child's lips. Knowing he now had a kid that would bend to his
will for just a bit of chocolate, Farley brought the boys lips to his cock
head and slid it between his lips. Antonin closed his eyes and curled his
tongue around the Americans cock head. Farley sighed and grabbed the back
of the boy's head, afraid he might try to run away. But Antonin had no
thoughts of leaving without his reward and allowed the big man to push his
cock further into his mouth. The big man held onto Antonin's head and
fucked it for a good ten minutes. Finally as he was shoving it faster and
faster into the compliant little boy, he blew his pent up load into the
boy's mouth. Antonin tried to pull away but the soldier wouldn't let him
until he was done emptying his balls into the virgin mouth. "Swallow it all
up ya dago faggot. Swallow it up or no candy for you." Somehow Antonin knew
exactly what the man wanted and let the salty, thick load of man cum slip
down into his stomach. The big soldier pulled his spent cock from the
little mouth and handed over the candy to Antonin. "Kid, a little more
practice and you're gonna be better than any of the 50 cent whore's I've
found around here. Now you come back tomorrow night and I'll get you some
more okay?" he said with a sick grin.

Antonin looked up at the leering face as the man slipped his softening cock
back into his fatigues and nodded to him before running down the street and
disappearing into the dark. He rounded the corner into an alleyway and
ripped open the chocolate bar. He tenderly broke off a quarter of the bar
and gently bit into it as his mouth watered. Even the residual cum taste
couldn't blunt him enjoyment of the sweet chocolate candy-bar. He wrapped
the rest up for his sisters and ran home.

The young boy visited Farley for many nights to follow for any scrap of
food the man could supply. And it didn't take long before he found many
other American soldiers that were more than willing to supply him with what
he needed to keep his family healthy, as long as he submitted to all their
perverted, pent up desires. He was used repeatedly by a requisition
sergeant that found better housing for his family. He let a corporal fuck
his boy ass for the first time in exchange for clothes and household
supplies for him and his family. And his greatest discovery was a black
cook at the base, with a massive always hard 10" cock, who would exchange
nightly fucks for full meals that went uneaten by the soldiers. Depending
on what was needed, Antonin would wander home most nights with two or three
loads up cum deep into his ass from his many suppliers. After a few months
of cum drinking and ass fucking Antonin had to admit to himself that he
would allow himself to be used by all these men even if they had nothing to
give him. He spent many years, even after the recovery of his area,
exploring his sexual subservience to so many of the older men in his area.

At the age of 16 Antonin was married off to a 14 year old village girl that
had gotten knocked up by one of the American GI's. The boy's mother had
long deduced exactly how her son was able to supply the family with all
it's needs when so many others in the village could not get by. She feared
the ridicule of all the local families if they should find out that her
little boy was a disgusting `finocchio'. So she was able to convince the
pregnant girl's family that it would be the best for all concerned if the
two children should be married. Once they were wed, Antonin began
apprenticing for his father-in-law at his tailor shop. A few years after
the birth of the child two things happened that spurred Antonin's family's
move to the United States. The first is that Antonin's now 17 year old
wife, frustrated from the lack of sex from her husband, had gotten herself
pregnant again from a different American soldier. The second was that
Antonin's mother-in-law caught the boy in a very compromising position with
her husband in the back of his tailor shop. The families quickly pooled
together their money and had the young family quickly sent to
America. Antonin found many more sexual adventures in his new home, but the
memories of his sexual awakening stayed fresh in his memories to his oldest
days.

When old man Bosco came out of his reverie, he realized he was only inches
from the young Swallow boy's hole. Without even hesitating he moved his
mouth to the string of cum leaking from the young boy and licked it up to
the boy's ass hole. Once there he planted his mouth on the used cunt and
sucked all the cum out of it. Jonny had long since stopped being surprised
at all the men who wanted his body to use as they wished, so when he felt
the old man's tongue on his leg and then in his boy hole, he just smiled
and spread his cheeks for the tailor. The old man slurped at the boy's hole
for minutes. Neither he nor the boy noticed the tailor's two grandsons at
the dressing room door, pulling on the giant hard dicks in their well
tailored slacks. Both of the grandsons had heard rumors of their
grandfather's questionable activities over the years. Antonin did his best
to keep his escapades quiet, but his voluminous adventures had given him a
widely know reputation as a man and father of questionable virtue. Growing
up the two young boys heard many stories of their grandfather's perversity
from many sources. Instead of being shamed, they actually took pride in the
fact that the old man had lived up to his perverse reputation.

Joe and his brother Dominic discovered early on their fondness for cock and
ass, especially boy cock and ass, and the two of them spent many hours
scouring the local area for any action they could find. Unlike their bottom
faggot grandfather, the two grandsons, from a very early age, were
aggressive, total tops. By the time the two boys could cum they were
finding holes to cum into. They particularly loved a sweet younger boy to
use, but were known for not turning down any ass that was presented to
them. After watching their popop slurp at the young faggot's hole the two
men entered the room as this seemed like a hole that the two large, Italian
stud's could not pass up.

Dominic was a few years younger than his brother, and at 32, he had the
bulky physique of a dock worker and the unbridled sexuality of the best
porn star. He gently nudged his grandfather away from the young boy's hole,
unzipped, hauled out his fattening 9" cock and got to his knees positioning
his dark, fat, uncut dick at the boy sluts cunt. Antonin, cum and ass juice
coating his face, moved away from his grandson and watched as the boy
moaned when Dominic slid his fat hard dick head into the boy's sopping
hole. Dominic's dick was slick from all the pre cum he leaked from watching
his grandfather so he gave a push into the boy, and slid his dick down to
the groin into the little faggot's hole. As the fat Italian dick slid into
his ass, Jonny let go of a loud moan of pleasure. Dominic held his dick at
the bottom of Jonny's cunt and let the pleasure of having a young boy
wrapped around his dick sink in.

Dom's older brother Joe moved to the front of the little slut, lifted his
head and kissed him hard and deep. Jonny wrapped his small arms around the
big Italian studs neck as the two kissed like long lost lovers. Antonin
watched the two men and the boy act out all the things he loved and did as
a child. The old man ran his hand along his face gathering all the cum
still clinging on and licked it into his mouth. He reached down and
unzipped his beautifully tailored slacks and pulled out his hard 75 year
old dick, which was not much larger than the little boy in front of
him. The man's two grandsons looked at their popop as he tugged on his
little pud and smiled with a deep perversity. Joe lifted himself up and
pulled his fat dick out of his pants and shoved it into Jonny's willing
mouth.

"Fuck," Joe said as he slid his whole eight inches into the boy's throat
with ease. He watched his brother slam the boy's ass with abandon and then
leaned towards him and the two brothers kissed deeply. Antonin moaned
loudly as his two grandsons made love to the boy, dreamily allowing himself
to, again, float back to his memory of his extremely perverse childhood.

"Popop?" Dominic said loudly to get his grandfather's attention. "You were
a little slut just like this kid, when you were young, weren't ya?"

Antonin stared at the huge cock slamming into the boy's cunt, "Si, si, my
bambino." The old man was entranced at the scene in front of him. His dick
harder than it had been for 20 years. Dominic reached over and lifted his
small grandfather up and brought him closer. "Joey, let the little faggot
suck popop's dick," Dom said. His brother backed up a bit and the little
boy whore quickly gobbled up Antonin's tiny, hard dick. The old man closed
his eyes and leaned back into his grandson's large chest.

After a few minutes of sweet boy head the old man, completely lost in his
lust, turned to his grandson and whispered to him, "Please Giuseppe, fuck
me." His grandson spit into his palm, lubed his fat dick, and without a
word spoken slid it into his grandfather's very tight man hole. The old man
opened his mouth wide as if he would scream, but no sound came out. Joe
slowly slid his uncut hog into his grandfather's hole until he pressed his
groin tight against the old man's ass. After resting for a few seconds Joe
slid his dick almost all the way out and then quickly back into the old
man's ass. He looked at his brother and Dominic had a huge perverted grin
on his face as if saying, `Can you believe the shit that gets us off bro?'
The two, large Italian studs started to slam into the holes in front of
them, quickly and in rhythm. It was a game they played. They like to see if
they could sync up their fuck rhythms to see if they could come at the same
time. The men slammed at the holes in front of them staring at each other's
eyes with a deep, passionate, and perverted love. They usually had a couple
of young boys in front of them, the two men working feverishly on their
tight holes, but the idea that one of the cunts was their grandfather, who
was now moaning strongly, speaking reams of Italian that his two grandsons
did not understand, ramped up the two studs to a frenzy,

Before long the two studs were huffing and puffing in unison until they
both slammed into the tight holes and blasted huge loads. The two big men
collapsed into each other as their dicks slid out of the boy and the old
man. Antonin was whimpering quietly, feeling the huge load of cum his
grandson had blasted into his ass and once again reliving his life of
debauchery.

Jonny had been very quiet as the sex unfolded around him. He leaned forward
and kissed the old man who just had his first fuck in over 15 years. The
two Italian brothers where straightening themselves up and zipping away
their fat, spent, cocks. Antonin kissed the young boy back and continued to
quietly weep for joy at the pleasure his grandson had given him.

Eventually they two small bodies, the 12 year old boy and the 75 year old
man stood up and got back to the business at hand. Wordlessly Jonny tried
on a few suits until they decided on an appropriate one. The final
measurements were taken and the old man lead the boy out to the front of
the store. Jonny saw his father talking with the two Italian brothers and
Hank smiled as he saw his son heading towards him.

"Your suit should be ready in about two weeks Mr. Swallow," said the old
tailor as he patted Jonny on his back.

"We might need for your boy to come in to firm up some measurements though
before we finish," Dominic said rather quickly, dreaming of taking Jonny's
cunt again some time in the very near future. "That won't be a problem,
would it?"

"No, no problem at all. Just let me know when he's needed and I can get him
here," Hank said with a smile as he and Jon left the store.

Hank had retrieved his car from the mechanic and it was parked directly in
front of the tailor shop. Jonny slid into the passenger seat and Hank
started the car and headed back to their home.

"Well, all in all, I'd say we had a pretty productive day, wouldn't you
champ?" When Hank didn't hear anything from his son, he turned and saw
Jonny fast asleep in the passenger seat looking like a little angel.