Date: Sat, 1 Sep 2007 11:00:59 +0800
From: Larry Flint <phangasm@operamail.com>
Subject: The Troop - Part 6

The Troop - Part 6: Roy and Timmy Finish up - Rob's Paper Boy Delivers -
The Viewing Room - Jake and The Mayor - Garry comes home.



Young Timmy felt as though he were floating on a cloud. Time seemed to hold
still for long periods, then speed up to a lightning-fast pace. The feeling
was unlike anything the boy had ever felt before. All bad feelings about
Roy had left his mind. He could not remember why he was originally upset
that the teenager had called him here. He felt so safe and warm in his
strong arms.

Roy's fingertips gently glided over his naked flesh. He felt tingles that
made his entire small frame shudder in delight. He heard moans escape his
mouth that he couldn't have stopped if he tried, but at the same time he
couldn't always tell if it was himself moaning...it sounded like his voice,
but he wasn't sure.

Roy hadn't taken the formula in several days, now he was once again
floating on the stuff, damn near as good as his first time. He reminded
himself to lay off the stuff for a while so he could experience this
feeling again. The little boy was heaven in his arms, so soft and
beautiful...he couldn't stop touching him if he tried. He brought his lips
to the boys ear.

"Feel good?" he whispered.

"Yeah."

"Such a handsome little man..." Roy whispered, gently brushing his lips
against the boy's ear. His hands found the boy's chest once again, his
fingers lightly gliding across Timmy's little nipples. Timmy writhed in the
arms of the older boy, pleasure coursing though his skinny little body.

Roy knew it was time to take it to the next level. Scooting his butt
backwards away from the edge of the pool, he pulled the boy after
him. Then, he moved from behind the boy until he was beside him, gently
pushing on his chest, making the kid lay down. In an instant he was
kneeling over him.

"I've wanted you so long...." Roy whispered as he slowly lowered his head.

Timmy couldn't believe what was happening. Roy was kissing his lips
gently...the boy was too shocked to do anything at first. The older boy's
warm lips felt good. He finally closed his eyes and began to return his
advances, puckering and kissing Roy's moist lips. When he felt Roy's mouth
open and felt his tongue licking his lips, trying to push inside his mouth,
he didn't hesitate and opened his own mouth.

Roy felt the little boy's arms wrap around his neck as their tongues
swirled together. He lowered his body slowly until his throbbing cock felt
the cold wet cotton of the kid's underwear.

Roy broke the kiss and began to move himself downward, his mouth moving
over Timmy's narrow young chest, kissing. He discovered one of the kid's
nipples and sucked it in. Delicious.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh." Timmy moaned, his slippery-wet little body writhing
as the older boy licked at his chest.

Roy moved downward, licking as he went...his tongue gliding on the perfect,
smooth young boy flesh. Finally, after what seemed like forever, he had
arrived at the wet waist-band of Timmy's underwear. He moved down further
to the little tent that had formed in the middle. He pulled the wet cotton
into his mouth, sucking.

"Ahhhh God." Timmy sighed, his little rump raising off the floor.

Timmy could not believe the incredible pleasure he felt at the older boy's
touch. Now he looked down, moaning as he watched Roy work his cock through
the wet cotton of his briefs.

Roy slipped his fingers under the waistband of Timmy's underwear, slowly
pulling them down to the boy's knees. Now, Roy's face was directly above
the kid's pelvic area, watching the beautiful, hairless little 3 inch
cocklet throb. He opened his mouth wide and placed it over the stiff little
rod until his lips met the soft skin where hair would sprout in two or
three years, closing his lips, he sucked slowly upward.

"Jesus." The boy whispered as he arched his back.

Roy began to move his lips up and down, flicking his tongue at the little
cock-head as he worked. Timmy's legs parted, forcing his undies to slide
down over one knee, as the older boy began to gently rub his smooth little
thighs, working his fingertips up and down on the left side, then moving
over to the right, occasionally stopping in the center to gently fondle his
little balls. Roy reached down and pulled the kid's underwear off. He
tossed them over his head, they landed in the pool where a grinning
pool-boy would find them still floating the next day.

Timmy raised his head and watched as the older boy licked his little prick
up and down, flicking his tongue at the head and then move downward. The
little boy threw his head back and moaned as Roy placed his warm mouth over
his little balls, sucking the entire sack gently in and out of his
mouth. Timmy felt as though he could not spread his legs far enough,
wanting to feel the older boy's tongue on his entire crotch, which is
exactly what Roy did next, licking on either side of Timmy's little balls.

Roy's tongue glided over the smooth, completely hairless flesh. So
delicious. Gotta eat his little hole, he thought and began to move
downward, flicking his tongue, groping for the kid's ankles as he went.

Timmy felt the teenager's tongue move downward. He felt strong hands grab
his ankles and push his little legs upward....he knew what was going to
happen next but he still didn't believe it until he felt the older boy's
hot breath on his butthole.

Roy plunged forward, his tongue stuck out, rigid. He speared the tight
little sphincter as neat as you please, plunging in as far as he could go.

Timmy felt Roy's tongue slip inside him. "Uhhhhhhh....Jesus..." he
whispered.

Roy was in heaven, slurping and licking the tight little fuck-hole as he
listened to the music of the kid's cries. He raised his head.

"Flip over, cutie."

Timmy obeyed immediately, knowing exactly what Roy wanted.

"Yeah, that's it." Roy breathed, reaching for the boy's cute little buns,
pulling them apart as he moved in with his tongue once again.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhyeahhhhhhhh." Timmy moaned, "Jesus....lick
it.....yeaahhhhh...fuckin' lick it man."

Timmy had never felt anything so fantastic in his life....he pushed up with
his little butt, unable to get enough. He could not believe the endless
string of profanities that poured from his mouth.

"Jesus, kid," Roy panted, "So fuckin' hot."

"Please....don't stop....more....please." Timmy begged.

Roy slipped his tongue back inside, feeling the kid push up, humping his
tongue. He raised his head and quickly wet a finger, then began to gently
massage.

Timmy was about to protest when the hot, wet mouth left his hole, then he
felt the finger. Yes, this was what he wanted!

"Yeah......put it in me." He sighed.

Roy barely got the finger in to the first knuckle before the boy slammed
his ass back, ramming the finger in to the hilt.

"Ahhhhhh yeah.....yeah.....oh God, more....more!" Timmy cried.

Roy twisted the finger while moving it in and out. The kid went nuts,
moaning, pushing upward with his little ass. Roy spit on the kids ass, then
quickly, rudely added a second finger, pushing both in deep, then began to
hammer the kids ass, his hand smacking into the kid's spongy little butt as
he finger banged him.

Timmy let out what was close to a scream, the fantastic "tickle" (that was
the only word he could think of later to describe it) that hit his cock,
balls...his entire crotch, caused him to lose his vision for an
instant. Roy reached between his legs and grasped his little dick, causing
the feeling to double, then triple as the teenager stroked quickly, his
fingers continued to dig and plow the tight little hole.



****


It began for Brendon Roberts late that afternoon when he decided to finish
off the Gatorade that his son, Garry had brought home for him. Brendon, or
Rob, as his friends called him, was not a very good neighbor and didn't
really socialize with the neighborhood families. His son, on the other hand
was a friendly boy....he was currently being friendly with two of his
neighborhood buddies and their dad in the motor home across the street.

Rob was feeling really fucked up from the 2 beers he had drank after he
finished the Gatorade....plus he was really super horny. The wife was
out...across town at a girlfriend's house. He was about to do something he
hadn't done since he was 14, jack off in the bathroom over the toilet, when
he looked out the window.

13 year old Steve Jenkins was coming up the walk.

Rob liked Steve. He didn't toss the paper in the yard like the other
carriers. He came up on the steps like a civilized human being and placed
it in the paper rack. Such a nice young man. He got up to greet the
boy...to say "hi", maybe hang out for a few minutes....maybe offer the kid
something to drink...

"Jesus." Rob mumbled. Looking out the window, Steve was still walking
toward the house, even though it was only a few feet. Next thing he knew,
he was opening the door. He hadn't recalled walking across the room.

"What's that mister Roberts?" Steve asked with a touch of a smile on his
face.

"Nothing," Rob answered absently, "How are your today, Steve?"

"I'm cool....here's your paper."

Rob stared into space for what seemed like a hour, finally he remembered
that the Jenkins kid was there.

"Yes! ...thanks Steve." He stammered, remembering that he had wanted to
invite the kid in for a bit, but not remembering why...he did know that it
was important. "Come on in for a sec....want a cookie?"

Want a COOKIE??? Rob thought, What the fuck, the kid isn't 5!! WANT A
COOKIE? Geez....What the fuck is WRONG with me?

"Sure, mister Roberts." Steve answered and stepped past Rob.

Rob was about to say "Call me Rob", then decided that he liked the boy
calling him "mister"...he was not sure why.

Steve walked in, Rob followed. "Take off your coat."

Steve obeyed immediately, taking off the light jacket with the funny "fist"
logo on the back.

"Can I get you something to drink?"

"Yeah....got a beer?"

Rob looked at the boy, he was smiling, but didn't look like he was kidding.

"I don't think you should have a...."

"...I'd really like a beer, sir."

Rob was clearly not himself. There is no way that under ordinary
circumstances would he ever give a 13 year old a beer. These were not
ordinary circumstances. Rob was definately fucked up, making the boy's
request for a beer seem almost like a normal thing for a 13 year old to
do. The kid had asked for a beer, when Rob had started to protest, he had
not taken no for an answer. The only logical thing to do, in his mind at
the time, was to get the boy a beer.

Steve was sitting in the over-stuffed chair across from the couch when Rob
returned.

Rob looked him over.

The kid was awesome looking, dark brown hair and eyes so dark brown they
were almost black. Rob handed the boy his beer, gazing into those hypnotic,
dark eyes...it was almost like if you gazed into them long enough, you
could get lost.....and not find your way out again. The kid was wearing a
tight-fitting t-shirt that didn't go all the way to his belt line. Smooth,
tanned skin showed for about 3 inches, with a light dusting of dark hair
that disappeared into the waistband of what appeared to be boxer shorts...3
inches further down, the boxers disappeared into loose fitting blue jeans
cinched with a belt. Rob looked at the bare skin once again...it appeared
as though the kid worked out.

"Might wanna be careful of that beer....I got a funky buzz goin on from
just two."

"What else did you have today?" Steve asked, that smile again, his brown
eyes sparkled. Rob felt himself swoon and tried to gain control.

"Not much....oh! Garry gave me a bit of Gatorade..."

Steve said "Ohhhh. I think the beer will be fine," the boy said, popping
the top and taking a large pull, probably finishing better than
half. "Aren't you gonna join me?"

"Nah, it's like I said...I got this funny buzz." Rob said as he watched
Steve tip the beer back again, finishing it easily. "I'm not sure...if it's
not the beer then...."

"....got another one?"

"Huh?"

"Another beer, sir."

"You'd like another?"

"Yes sir."

Rob rose again, although he could not remember sitting. When he came back
in the room, the boy was shirtless.

"Didn't you have a shirt?"

"Yeah...warm in here." Steve said, taking the beer from Rob's hand...Rob
seemed to have forgotten it was there...his eyes were on the boy's smooth
chest, and that trail of hair that disappeared.......

Jesus! What the fuck??

"Everything ok sir?" the boy asked, that smile yet again.

"I...I guess so...just..."

"Fucked up."

"Yeah."

"You'll be fine, sir."

"Yeah? How do you...."

"It was the Gaterade. Your son's Gaterade."

"How do...."

"Don't worry about it...Garry called me, told me you would probably drink
it....you'll be fine after a nap." Steve said. He was now rubbing his hand
across his smooth chest.

Rob didn't notice that his hand had fallen into his lap and was squirming
there....he was sitting down again. Interesting....so Garry had spiked the
Gatorade with something? Not possible.

"You don't normally deliver the paper today, do you?"

"Yeah...I am delivering today." Steve winked, then tipped his second beer a
second time and it was gone. He tossed the can on the floor, Rob didn't
seem to notice that either. Steve, now with both hands free began to feel
himself up, rubbing his chest, his tight abs, pinching his nipples.

"Jesus, this feels good sir."

"Yeah...." Rob whispered.

"You are playing with yourself, sir." Steve said, grinning.

Rob looked down. "Oh, Jesus...I'm so sorry, son."

"No....no....'sokay...check it out, dude." Steve said. Taking a couple of
steps forward, he began pinching his nipples again. "Ahhhhhhhhh.....I love
my nips played with, don't you man?"

"Yes..." Rob whispered softly.

"Play with yourself, dude."

"Huh?" Barely a whisper.

"Rub your cock, sir."

Rob began to rub his throbbing meat once again. He watched as the boy's
hands stopped at his beltline. A thin line of drool began to run from the
man's mouth.

"Garry drugged you, mister Roberts." The boy said.

"Huh?"

"The Gatorade, sir...The drug kinda takes the edge off."

"Why would he....."

"....he thought maybe you'd like to fuck me."

"...you mean...."

"....yeah, stick your cock up my asshole....fuck me."

Steve grinned devilishly, Rob swooned and thought for a second he might
pass out...then the boy began to remove his belt. His baggy pants dropped
almost immediately, reveiling red, white and blue stripped boxers.

"Very patriotic." Rob mumbled.

"Like 'em?" the boy said, grinning down at his boxers, ""Got 'em on sale."

They boy stepped out of his pants and stepped a bit closer. He placed his
hands at his sides and grasped the waistband of the shorts. Slowly, ever so
slowly, he began to push them down.

"Fuck you....you said I'd like to..." Rob said in a daze, he looked up at
the boy's smiling face.

"Yeah....fuck my ass." The boy repeated. "You'd like to, right?"

Rob watched, his heart pounding in his throat. The line of hair
continued.....continued.....it seemed like this would take forever. Now a
larger patch of dark hair began to appear.

"God..." Rob whispered.

"You could bend me over the edge of the couch here," the boy gestured at
the arm of the sofa, "You could lick my butthole...get me nice and wet."

Slowly, the shorts continued down. Rob noticed the tan line and the paler
skin previously hidden by the boxers. The patch of hair continued...now the
base of the boy's shaft surrounded by the black hair....still more...the
kid had a lot of shaft for a 13 year old....did the kid mention that Rob
could lick his ass hole? Rob wasn't sure.

5 inches later the beautiful velvet tip sprang free.

"Sweet Jesus.." Rob whined.

Young Steve let the boxers drop to the floor, his beautifully proportioned
balls were now reveiled.

"You like it?" the boy asked.

"Jesus....yea....yeah." Rob stammered.

"I think you should probably check it out a bit closer."

Steve stepped forward, Rob leaned forward, taking the throbbing hard
boy-cock into his mouth, sucking it like he had been sucking cock his whole
life, sucking all 5 inches down to the balls, his nose buried in the musky,
sweaty black hair.

"Ahhhhhh yeah sir.....yeaaahhhhhhhhh." the boy moaned as the man slobbered
up and down his stiff boy-pole.

This is so fucking hot! Rob thought, This is my 13 year old paper boy!! His
hands wandered, exploring the boy's naked body, moving in behind and
squeezing the full globes of his hot young ass....then moving upwards over
his ripped abs...he couldn't believe how soft and smooth the boy was.

"You must work out, son."

"Yeah...I do, don't talk....suck it."

Rob obeyed.

"Ahhhh God yeah...faster...ohhhhhh yeah, suck it, mister Roberts....yeah."

Rob felt as though he were starving, sucking like a crazy man. He loved the
feel of the stiff, hot and throbbing flesh in his mouth. He couldn't get
enough.

"You must do this alot, sir....mmmmmmm so good."

"Hmmm?" Rob question with his mouth full of teenage cock.

"Suck cock....you must suck a lot...you are so good at it."

Rob looked quickly up at the handsome young face. "First time." he said
quickly, then swallowed the delicious, throbbing boy-dick once again.

"Mmmmmmm...no way.....you really know how to please a guy......ohhhh
yeah...that's it...lick the head, sir...ahhhhhhhhh.

Rob pulled back and looked at the glistening-wet tool in his hand, then
began to slurp on the head, sucking his way down the shaft....downward,
taking the kid's balls into his mouth...their musky taste filled his mouth
causing him to salivate...drool ran from the corner of his mouth as he
slurped the teenager's sack. Licking his way upward again, he plunged back
down on the throbbing young cock, sucking it up and down.

"I think I need another beer."

Rob took his mouth off the wonderful boy-tool for a second and said,
"They're in the fridge." Then plunged back down again, as if he could
continue while the boy went after a beer.

"Ya know, if I go get one, I have to take that with me." Steve said,
grinning down at the man.

"Oh.....right." Rob said, looking at the beautiful cock before him, "Then
don't go." He swallowed it once again, sucking deep and hard. His hands
moved upward and found the boy's firm, smooth chest. His hands glided
toward the kid's nipples and began to gently twist and pinch.

"Ohhhhhh yahhhhhhhhhhh.....Jesus! ....yeahhhhhhhhhhhhh, mister
Roberts....fuck, thats so good."

Rob picked up speed, slurping and sucking, up and down....faster....faster.

"Ahhhhh yeah.....gonna cum soon....Jesus, yeah....don't wanna cum yet,
sir...." The boy moaned, "Please stop sir.......ahhhhhh God yeahhhhh." The
boy made no move to stop the man, but Rob wanted this to last a bit longer;
to see what would happen next. He had to literally force himself to take
his mouth off Steve's cock.

"You really know how to suck cock, mister Roberts." Steve said, turning
away to get his beer. "You'll be a favorite down at headquarters."

Rob got his first look at the boy's sweet ass as he walked
away....beautiful. Holy shit, was his fucking paperboy really naked in his
house? He glanced out the window at the fading daylight, wondering when his
wife would return, hoping it would not be soon. He had no clue what the boy
meant that he would be a favorite, nor did he have any idea where
"headquarters" were. He also had no clue that his entire life was about to
change in a way he could have never predicted.

The boy returned, no less hard than when he left, with an open beer in his
hand and the remainder of the 12-pack carton in the other. He sat in the
large chair once again..

"Take off your clothes," he said, setting the 12-pack on the floor, then
taking another large pull off his beer. "Man, I'm catching a fuckin' buzz."

"You want me to...."

"Take off your fucking clothes, man....you wanna fuck my ass, right?" Steve
said.

"I didn't think we were really gonna...."

"Hell yeah! I'm not leavin' till you do....think about it man, you can blow
your fuckin' load inside me." The boy said with a beer in his left hand,
his sweet young cock in his right, slowly stroking from tip to base.

Rob began to unbutton his shirt.

"Yeahhhh, that's it, sir!" Said the boy, grinning, "Yeah...wanna see your
big cock, dude."

Rob looked up, the boy was grinning, still slowly stroking his prick with
his free hand. "Yeaaaah....take 'em OFF, dude." He whispered.

Rob stood, shrugging out of his shirt, then nervously began fumbling with
his belt.

"You gotta hairy chest, man...I like that." The boy said, then swallowed
the rest of his third beer, that done, he cracked a fourth and took another
large pull, belching loudly afterward.

Rob finally managed to undo his belt then worked the button and fly and
dropped his pants. He quickly heal-toed out of his shoes and stepped out of
his pants.

His boxers were a huge tent.

"Oh yeah...let's see it dude, stop fuckin' around...take 'em off." Steve
said, tipping his beer once again. Once done, he tossed the can over his
shoulder where it bounced off an end-table and onto the floor. The boy
cracked a fifth one.

Rob said nothing about the beer can, but he was concerned about the number
of beers the boy was consuming.

"I think you've had enough beer, Steve." Rob said shakily, unable to take
his eyes off the naked boy and his still throbbing cock.

"I don't think you are in any position to tell me how much beer I can
drink, mister Roberts." Steve said as he walked toward the man. "I think I
can do pretty much anything I want." He was now face to face with the
man. "C'mon, dude...I'm getting a buzz and having fun...no one will find
out, I promise."

The boy smiled. Rob swooned, the kid was fucking beautiful.

"Now take off - Your FUCKING - Shorts." The boy giggled. "Sir."

Rob was shocked. This was his nice, polite, always smiling paperboy. This
kid was completely in control, and Rob suddenly discovered that this
excited him. He hooked his thumbs into his boxers and pushed them down. The
small confrontation with the boy left him shaky and nervous, but it did
nothing to his raging hardon. Rob could not remember the last time it stood
up so far and was this stiff, he guessed that it was probably when he had
been a teenager.

"Holy shit, mister Rogers.....nice...so nice.....yeaaahhh." The boy
whispered as he slowly sunk to his knees. Rob felt the kid's hot breath on
his chest....his abs....pubes....and finally on the head of his 7" of
throbbing manhood - - right before it was swallowed completely. One second
the boy was kneeling before him, the next his young lips were touching his
pubes, he could feel the head of his cock in the boy's throat. The pleasure
was so intense that it turned the man's knees to rubber. His legs began to
shake.

"Easy there, big guy....sit down." Steve said.

Rob sat, the boy was on him again like a tiger, sucking him deep, fondling
his big nuts.

"AhhhhhGod yeahhh....oh yeahhhh, kid....yeahhhh." He moaned as he placed
his hand on the back of the boy's head, stroking his soft hair lovingly.

Steve's friend Duncan from The Troop had taught him how to take a cock deep
without choking on it. Steve was so into being used...his favorite thing
was to have one up his ass and another in his mouth, plowing him. He was
having a ball....plus he was drunk as hell.

Rob looked down at the young boy's bobbing head. "You said that GARRY said
that I'd like to fuck you? ....I really can't see him saying anything like
that."

Steve looked up, grinning. "Yeah....things have changed for you today."

"I don't understand."

Steve grinned again, then licked the head of the man's swollen cock. "Take
a second and think about your kid, mister Roberts. When was the last time
you walked into the can and he was naked, drying off from a shower? ...or
maybe you saw him walking down the hallway in his undies? ....think about
him....in his room, shirtless, laying on his bed listening to his Ipod."

Rob looked dazed as he began to think about his son from an entirely
different prospective.

"Now," Steve said softly, dropping his voice to almost a whisper, "Think
about him naked....and you naked, with him laying on top of you, your hands
squeezing his ass. Think about him bent over in his room, your cock inside
him, FUCKING him, sir......he's telling you to do it harder, faster."

"My God...." Rob whined.

"I've fucked him, sir....he's un-fucking-believable."

Steve went down on the man once again, sucking him deep.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh." Rob moaned, thinking about the past week...the
times he had seen Garry shirtless, in his tighty-whities...the lump of his
developing boyhood visable under the tight cotton. It had been a while
since he had been in the bathroom when Garry was drying off, but the
memories flooded back. His little cock would swing back and forth as the
boy dried his back. He though about his son's little ass, fresh out of the
shower,shiny wet.....about how he could move up between his legs....spread
those sweet little cheeks with his thumbs. "Ohhhhhh suck it, kid....suck my
cock."

He pictured his son on his knees, worshiping his manhood, sucking daddy's
thick cock.

Rob suddenly couldn't wait until his son came home.

***

Brandon awoke, it was like slowly climbing stairs leading out of a deep and
dark celler.

As the ceiling came into view, he remembered where he was....and the
strange dream that had haunted his sleep. He raised his head. He was laying
on top of a sleeping bag, he saw that he was completely naked. He heard
whispers and soft giggles...he turned his head to see his friend Willie,
naked, his head resting on his dad's chest. Eddie was also completely
nude. Willie's leg was drawn up, lying across his dad's pubic area, his arm
was thrown across the man's chest. The two hadn't noticed that Brandon was
now awake.

Panic hit Brandon like a hammer.

The previous night had not been a dream.

Am I gay? He thought. He took a second, took a shallow breath and then
thought about it, running the events of the previous night through his
head.

The answer was no, but he had definately changed, that was for certain. but
how....and why?

He also noticed the bizzare stop-start, herky-jerky feeling had
subsided. His feelings were still the same, however.

Brandon discovered that he was ok with that.

A couple feet away from him, father and son continued to whisper.

"She doesn't give a fuck about you, pop.....she's only here for the money."

"So now I'm pop?"

Giggles from Willie. "You don't like pop?"

"Pop is just fine, kiddo."

Brandon watched, smiling as Eddie kissed his boy on the forehead.

"I know that she's with other guys...I just didn't think I was up to the
task of kicking her out, going through the nasty divorce, watching her take
half of what I have worked for....including you."

"No fucking way I'd go with her!" Willie said, raising his voice a bit.

"Maybe you wouldn't want to, but you are only 13.....you probably wouldn't
have any choice...it would be up to the judge."

"I'm thinking she wouldn't want me around anyway....I'd just be in her
way."

"You are probably right, kid."

"I think you should talk with her...tell her that it is over, maybe settle
out of court for a small settlement. She'd jump at the chance to get paid a
big lump sum and leave....I'm pretty sure of it...as long as she don't hire
a lawyer.

"Maybe....." Eddie said thoughtfully.

Will droned on. "You could tell her that you would give her this lump sum
and she can leave...and if she takes you to court that you will fight her
and she'll get nothing."

Eddie looked at his son like he was seeing him for the first time. "When
did you get so smart? ...we have missed so much."

"Not anymore, pop."

Eddie began to tickle his boy, Willie squeeled and giggled.

"Man, you sound like a little girl when you squeel like that." Brandon
said. He had rolled onto his side and had his head propped up on his hand,
watching the two.

"Hey little man....finally awake! I thought you were dead for a while
there." said Eddie with a grin.

"I slept like the fuckin' dead....after last night." Brandon said, flushing
slightly and grinning.

"Last night...." Willie said, trailing off.

"Yeah..." Brandon said, "I mean...why do you think we....I mean....I
*STILL* want to, ya know?"

"It's that Troop gas, right pop? What else could it be?"

"Huh?" Brandon said.

Will told him the story of the dude and the canister of gas.

"Pop said it's from that Troop place."

"Let's see it." Said Brandon.

Willie rose and retrieved the canister from it's hiding place, then handed
it to Brandon.

"Yeah, it's their logo....wonder what it's all about? I can't figure that
anyone Terry knows would have anything to do with that place, ya know?"

Willie nodded. "I know....doesn't make sense."

"I plan on going over there to discuss it sometime this week....but today I
have other things I need to do, not so pleasant things." Said Eddie.

Willie joined his father once again on the sleeping bag.

"So you are gonna talk to her?" Willie asked.

"Yeah....today. That is, if she comes home today."

"Cool." Said Willie, grinning.

"Can I take this home today?" Brandon asked, holding up the canister.

Willie grinned at his friend. "I'm not sure how much is left in it.....I
ran it a couple of times yesterday."

"I think it would be ok." Eddie said, fairly sure he knew what the boy had
in mind. "As long as you bring it back....I plan on taking it to the Troop
to ask about it....I don't care if it's empty."

"Cool." Brandon said, turning the small tank over in his hands, already
making plans in his head.

"Since it is going to be a rough day...I think we at least need to start it
off right." Eddie said, placing his hand on his son's chest and rubbing
back and forth, lazily down over his tummy to where his young cock was
already begining to stiffen. Eddie took his boy's dick in his hand and
began to stroke it slowly.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm..." Willie moaned, placing his hands behind his head as he
watched his dad go down on him. "Jesus......ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh."

Grinning, Brandon moved to join Willie and his father, his own hardon
pointing the way.

***

Timmy had lost all sense of time.

The formula had reacted with his system like no other boy before him. They
were currently in the small apartment that Roy and Duncan shared, although
Timmy had no idea how he had gotten there...the time when he had walked
into headquarters to discover that Roy had tricked him into coming seemed
like a year ago.

Roy was almost frightened by the way lust had stolen the boy. They had been
by the pool, Roy had begun some mild butt-play....rimming, and then
fingering the kid deep. Timmy could not get enough of this, begging for
more. Roy answered by inserting a second finger, sliding in deep and
twisting gently, always adding fresh saliva as he didn't want to hurt the
kid. When young Timmy asked the older boy to stick his dick inside him, Roy
immediately said no.

"Why?" the boy sighed as the older boy moved his fingers in and out of the
tight little hole.

Secretly, Roy wanted to fuck the little guy so badly that his cock ached
for it....but he also knew that to hurt this kid would be big trouble, no
sex was worth his stature here at the Troop.

"I can't risk hurting you....no fucking way....just enjoy what I'm doing to
you with my fingers...you like that, don't you?"

"Yeaahhhh......but I want more....fuck meeeeeee."

Roy had spit twice more onto the boy's hole, then slowly added his ring
finger. Timmy little sphincter expanded nicely, snugly grasping Roy's
fingers. He tried to imagine how it would feel with his cock in there.

"Ahhhhh God, yeah....I like that...feels so good...ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh."

Roy reached between the boy's legs with his free hand, no sooner had he
started playing with the stiff little cocklet, Timmy dry orgasmed again,
crying out...begging once again - and quite loudly - to be fucked.

Roy had looked up at the cameras in all four corners of the room. All Doc
had to do was flip a switch and they'd be seen. Roy couldn't be sure, but
it was even possible that they were being recorded. He knew it was time to
move to where it was safe, up to his apartment where no cameras existed.

He had gathered up what clothes he could find. Then the two had donned
robes from the locker room and headed to the fourth floor by way of the
freight elevator.

Once they were in the room, Roy felt safe.

As soon as he was on the bed between Timmy's legs, the idea of fucking the
boy wandered into his mind and took a seat there.

Now, he knelt behind the boy, his huge cock, now dripping with lube, aimed
at the boy's tiny little ass. He moved forward, the head penetrated easily,
Timmy moaned, trying to push back.

"Easy there, cutie...." Roy said, placing a halting hand on the boy's
little rear, "Let's take it nice and easy, ok? Let me do this."

"Yeahhhh....ok.....yeah...fuck me...."

Roy began to slowly slip his cock inside the kid. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh..." he
sighed as the boy's tight sphincter gripped his hard cock.

"Jesus....yeaaahhh." Timmy moaned as the older boy's cock filled his ass.

"Ahhhhhh..God yeaaaahhhh," Roy moaned as his pubic area contacted soft boy
flesh.

Roy was amazed at how easily the boy had taken him inside, never once
indicating that he was in pain. Timmy began to plead once again to be
fucked.

Roy didn't disappoint.

Grasping the skinny little hips, he began to fuck the boy, gliding easily
in and out.

"Oh my God...yeah...oh yeahhhhhhhhh." Roy moaned as Timmy's tight little
ass milked his thick teenage cock.

Roy quickly picked up speed, hammering his flesh into the boy. Timmy's
pleads for Roy to fuck him had turned to soft whimpers as the teenager
satisfied his urgent need. After about 3 minutes of this, Roy quickly
pulled out, flipped the boy, raised his legs onto his shoulders and
reentered. He lowered his head, placing his mouth over Timmy's soft lips.

Timmy wrapped his legs around the older boy's ass as they kissed. Roy's ass
began to move once again, moving faster until it was almost a blur as he
drilled the kid. Sloppy-wet kissing sounds, grunts moans and cries, as well
as the unmistakable flesh meeting flesh sound of fucking filled the room as
the two coupled.

They fucked in every position imaginable. With the boy laying on his side
and Roy behind him, holding Timmy's leg high as he pistoned his cock in and
out. Then Roy lay on his back, with the younger boy straddling, riding the
thick pole. And finally with Timmy bent over the arm of a soft chair. It
was at this point that Roy could take no more, he felt his thick cum
boiling in his nuts, ready for release. He began to hammer harder, crying
out as he fucked the sweet little ass. At the last second, he pulled free,
jacking his thick meat rapidly, moving up to the boy's face.

Timmy didn't hesitate. He knew what was going to happen and he couldn't
wait. He took the thick head into his mouth as Roy jacked and cried out.

"Ahhh God....Uh. uh. uh. uh. UHH! UUUUHHH!! ...UUUUUHHH! UUUUUUUGGGGGG!!!"
He cried.

The initial volley of hot cum hit the back of Timmy's throat and caught him
by surprise. He gagged, spewing the cum back onto the teenagers cock. Roy
grasped the back of the kid's head and pushed his cock back inside. More
cream rocketed from his cock, filling the little boy's mouth. This time
Timmy swallowed hungrily, only to have his mouth filled once again by the
horny young teenager. Roy now had both hands on the back of the boy's head,
fucking his sweet little mouth as his cock fired again and again.

Finally, exhausted, Roy collapsed into the chair. Timmy was immediately in
his lap.

Roy giggled. The kid's mouth was surrounded by his thick spunk. As well as
a couple small spurts on his cheeks.

"Could't take it all, huh?" Roy panted.

Timmy returned the older boy's smile, gazing into Roy's eyes with nothing
less than adoration. "It came out so fast." he giggled.

Roy placed his finger on the boy's face, scooping up the remnants of their
lovemaking. He then placed the finger at the boy's mouth.

Timmy opened willingly, unable to believe how delicious the thick white
fluid tastes. He sucks the finger clean, then grins at the teenager.

Roy's heart swells.

For a second he thinks of Duncan and what this might do to him. Then he
realizes that Duncan will not care, that this is the old way of thinking
still stuck in his head. Things like jealousy over a lover no longer exist
for him, and he's sure Duncan would feel the same. He has enough love in
his heart for many.

"You are so beautiful, my little one." He whispers.

Their lips meet. Roy rose, his hands cupping the boy's sweet little ass as
he moved to the bed. Roy lay the boy on the bed, still kissing, laying down
on top of him. Eventually, Roy rolled off. The boy lay with his head on
Roy's shoulder, his little arm hugging him tight across the chest and his
leg across his midsection. Roy's hand gently rubs the little boy's back.

Laying just this way, the two eventually slept.

***

The room was amazing.

The Doc had told Cameron that only a handful of people had seen this
room. The ceilings were 40 feet high. The wall before them was one huge
projector screen. Behind them, about halfway up the wall was a
projector. Using a large remote, the screen could be split into several
views of headquarters, or one huge picture could be viewed.

On the opposite wall was the bed. It was not any ordinary bed, but as wide
and as long as two king size matresses.

To the left of the bed was a full kitchen, fully stocked. To the right were
several couches and chairs.

Cameron and the Doc lay naked in the center of the huge bed. The Doc held
the remote in his hand. Cameron lay with his head on the man's shoulder,
watching the various views.

The two have not yet had sex, and Cameron, being the horny teenager that he
is was beginning to lose patience.

"C'mon, the building's EMPTY, dude! Let's do it!" Cameron pleaded.

The Doc grinned and turned toward the boy.

"Patience, my horny little specimen....I want to show you something."

"Specimen?" The boy said, grinning widely, "What, am I just another project
to you?"

"Yes...but you are my favorite." The doc said, the abruptly dropped the
remote and began to tickle the boy.

The boy squeeled, his voice cracking in pubecent glory. The Doc stopped
abruptly and pulled the boy on top of him.

"You are so beautiful, my boy." he whispered.

Cameron lowered his head. The two kissed as Cameron's muscular butt rose
and fell.

When they finally broke the kiss, Cameron gazed into his mentor's
eyes. "What did you want to show me?" he whispered, grinning.

"I think you'll like it.....should get you nice and hot." The doc said,
rubbing his nose against the boy's.

"I'm already nice and hot."

"Be that as it may, I still think you will like this....but you gotta get
off me so I can run the remote."

"What if I don't wanna." The boy said, wiggling his hips from side to side.

"Mmmmmmmm..." The Doc sighed, "Well, you feel so good right where you are,
so I guess I won't make you."

Curiosity finally got the better of Cameron, and he rolled off to the side,
taking his previous position.

Doc picked up the remote and began to work it's many controls. Soon, the
entire wall turned an odd shade of green.

"That's great Doc, but a paint brush and some ugly green paint would be
cheaper than that screen."

"Smart ass. Look...there...off to the right."

The Doc made a few adjustments...the green got a bit brighter. Cameron
finally saw that he was looking at a room, he also recognized the green
tint - night-vision technology. Off to the right were two human figures,
one tall and one short. Doc zoomed in on the taller subject. He appeared to
be walking around the walls of room and patting the walls with his
hands. Cameron realized that this person was looking for a door in the
dark. Doc then moved in on the shorter subject, who was doing the same
thing.

"Who are those people?"

"That, "the Doc said matter-of-factly, "...is the mayor of our fair city,
Herb Williamson."

"No way!"

"Yes....and his 13 year old son. That room has been filled with the gas for
about 25 minutes."

"Holy shit!" Cameron said, sitting up on the bed. "Now what?"

"Now," the doc said as he manipulated the remote, "We give them something
to watch."

The green tint slowly disappeared from the screen as the Doc dialed back
the night-vision and the room lit up with a screen of it's own. On it was
video that Duncan and Roy would have recognized instantly, their meeting of
a week ago in Doc's chambers. Roy was currently fucking his young
friend. With a turn of a dial, Doc had audio. The moaning from the video
filled the room.

Doc zoomed in on the mayor to get his reaction.

The look on his face was pure shock.

"What is this Williams?!" the mayor shouted, looking up and around for the
cameras.

"Won't he see them?" Cameron asked, still grinnning, hot for what would
happen next.

"No, not in that room...they're well hidden in there....15 different angles
in that room."

"Cool!" Cameron said.

"Let us out, damn you!" The mayor shouted.

"Check out the boy." Said Doc.

Cameron glanced over at the other side of the screen, that was literally so
huge that he had to turn his head. The boy had stopped looking for the door
and was watching the screen.

"Cool...." Cameron whispered, taking his own stiff cock in his right
hand. "He's into it."

"Oh yes," Doc said, "His father will be soon as well."

"What else can we do?"

"We can turn up the heat a bit."

"Yeah...let's do that! How fast can we make it hot in there?"

"I can raise the temperature from 72 degrees, which is what it is now, to
over 85 in less than five minutes."

"Yeah! Do it!"

"You are so into this, my little man." The doc said. Grinning, he kissed
the excited boy on the cheek and tossled his hair. Cameron appeared not to
notice, his eyes fixed on the screen. Doc worked the remote once again. To
Cameron's surprise, the number 72 appeared in the lower left-hand corner of
the screen. The 2 changed to a 3 as he watched. Another twenty seconds went
by and it was up to 74.

"Yeah." Cameron whispered.

"Jake....what are you doing?" the mayor asked his boy.

"Jake" was about as blond as blond could be. He was tan, muscular...built
like Cameron himself actually, only taller.

Jake was currently standing in front of the large screen, mesmerized.

"Jesus, dad...they're fuckin'." Jake whispered.

"Just like you two will be in a few minutes." Cameron whispered.

Doc grinned.

"I don't know what John is up to.....but he's not going to get away...."
the mayor started.

Jake's hand dropped to his crotch and began to play.

"Here we go!" Cameron shouted, turning and grinning at Doc.

"Jake....for Christ's sake...stop watching that...stop...stop playing with
it!"

Jake pretended that he hadn't heard.

"Christ....fuckin' hot in here." The boy whispered, pulling his shirt over
his head and tossing it carelessly to the floor. The mayor didn't notice
that his son was now naked from the waist up, he was busy watching the
screen himself now, his hand threatening to grab at his own crotch, then
backing off.

"Holy shit, man...look at 'em take it up the fuckin' ass." Jake said. Never
taking his eyes off the screen, Jake worked the button and fly on his
jeans, then pushed his pants and underwear down to his shoes.

"Oh...yeah!" Cameron exclaimed, "Man, I'd like to suck that!"

Doc zoomed in on the boy's cock, his hand was gently traveling up and down
it's curved 5 inch length.

"Jake!" the mayor shouted.

Doc his a button and instantly had full screen again.

"Jake.....Jesus.......my God son." the mayor said, his voice trembling. He
moved toward his boy. "Holy shit.......son....my god..."


***

"My wife will be home soon." Rob stated, gently stroking the boy's soft
hair.

Young Steve was still going down on him....the silky-warm wetness of his
young mouth gliding slowly up and down, up and down, was unbelievable. Rob
could not remember a better sexual experience in his entire life. Steve
raised his head.

"Where's the last place she would look after she walks in?" Steve asked.

"The garage, I suppose....she doesn't park in..."

Steve was on his feet, taking Rob by the hand. "Let's go."

"...our clothes..."

"What the fuck will we need them for?" the boy giggled.

The world did a weird flip as Rob rose to his feet...it wasn't a sickening
feeling, but rather pleasant. What seemed like a second later, they were
standing in the garage.

Steve walked in front of Rob's car and immediately bent himself over the
hood. "C'mon."

Rob moved to the boy.

"C'mon, get me wet...get your mouth down there."

"You want me to lick...?"

"Yeah...get me wet, man....let's fuck."

Rob dropped to his knees, slowly moving his head forward. Steve moved his
left knee up onto the hood, spreading himself wide. Rob watched as Steve's
butt-cheeks parted, reveiling his tight, pink hole.

Beautiful, he thought.

He closed the distance with his tongue out, completely unaware that he was
drooling. Moving his hands to the boy's cheeks, Rob spread him open
further. He began to eat, licking deep and hard.

"Ahhhhhh God, yeah....lick it, dude." Steve moaned, pulling his right knee
even farther up onto the hood.

Rob couldn't believe he was doing this - or how much he was enjoying
it. Not only was the taste fantastic, but the sounds of the boy's moans
increased his lust by the minute.

He was actually going to fuck his paperboy up the ass.

Moving his fingers in further, he spread the boy even wider, opening the
spasming little hole. He pushed his tongue inside as deep as he could,
grunting and moaning, he could not get enough.

"Ahhhhh...Jesus Mister Roberts.." Steve moaned. The boy arched his back and
reached back with his left hand, placing it on the back of the man's head
and pulling forward. "Get it in there....ahhhhhhhh.....that feels SO
good...yeahhhhhhh.....c'mon...suck my fuckin' hole!"

The kid was strong, Rob felt his head being forced further into the boy's
crack. He pushed harder still with his tongue, moving it in and out. Steve
went nuts, pushing up with his ass as he pulled on the man's head, crying
out in pleasure as Rob tongue-fucked him.

Finally, Steve could take no more, he had to have the man inside him. He
brought his knee down off the hood and stood upright, turning to face Rob,
who was also standing. Before the panting man had a chance to speak, Steve
moved in, putting his arms around Rob's head and placing his mouth over
his. The boy pushed his tongue inside, the man responded instantly,
grabbing the kid's soft buns, feeling him up as they kissed desparately,
passionately.

Steve finally backed off after a full two minutes. "Fuck me." He whispered,
grinning.

"Yeah," Rob replied,

Lifting the boy into his arms, he placed him on the hood of his car. He
grabbed the kid behind the knees and pushed. Steve allowed himself to be
manipulated and lay on his back, his legs in the air as the man dove in
once again, eating like a starving man...spitting on the tight little
sphincter and pushing it in with his tongue. Then, after spitting in his
hand two or three times, he rose, jacking himself.

Placing the boy's legs on his shoulders, he moved forward. He hit the mark
easily, sliding in to the hilt on the first try...the feeling was
incredible.

"AhhhhhGod!" Steve cried as he felt the man fill his ass. There was no
pain, only pleasure. He was now used to this treatment from his own father
and two older brothers. Over the course of the past two weeks, ever since
they had forced the horrible-tasting juice down his throat, the three had
used him on a regular basis. Often times Steve's father would invite others
over to use his handsome young son.

"Jesus, kid." The man sighed as he began moving his cock in and out. "Ahhh
my God...so fuckin' tight.

Rob moved in closer. The kid's legs fell off his shoulders and off to the
side. Their lips met as the man began to hump faster, slamming his hips
into the boy with a slapping sound that could be heard across the
street...that is if other households cared to listen.

The two whimpered and moaned as their tongues moved together. Rob found the
boy's nipples and began to pinch and twist. The boy arched his back,
breaking the kiss, moaning.

"Ahhhh God yeah....play with my nips, man.....ahhhhhhhhhhhhh.....fuck
me....fuck me." He begged.

Rob raised up again, continuing the nipple play as he moved his hips
faster, hammering his cock into the kid, who continued to cry out, his eyes
shut tight, his head rocking back and forth.

Rob slowed his strokes slightly.

"Gonna cum soon, paperboy." He panted, grinning.

"We hafta go in the house, The boy said, "To your bed."

"No...I wanna finish up out here..."

"You can't...you're gonna pass out when you cum. You will need to be in
your bed."

"Huh?"

"Remember...you have been drugged...it's a side effect. If you cum out here
you will be naked on your garage floor for 3 hours, maybe more."

"Really?"

"C'mon...you wanna cum, don't you?"

"Man....I HAVE to cum, kid."

What seemed like a second later, they were walking into the bedroom.

"Jesus...this shit is fuckin' weird." Rob said.

"Yeah...it's a little intense at first." said Steve. "On the bed,
dude....on your back."

Rob understood right away what this meant, he obeyed.

The kid climbed on, Rob aimed his cock upward, Steve lowered his muscular
young frame.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...." the kid moaned as Rob's thick pole entered him,
sinking in deep.

He began to ride slowly, tightening his ass on each up-stroke. Rob was in
heaven as he felt his load boiling in his nuts.

"Clean up....the beer cans...before you leave, and....bring my clothes...in
here." Rob panted.

"Shhhhh," Steve said, "I'll take care of it...don't worry about it."

"Ohhhh my God, kid....Yeahhhh..."

Rob grabbed the kid's hips, holding him steady as he took over, thrusting
his stiff pole deep into the boy. The kid grasped his own cock and was
jacking, his head thrown back, his young mouth forming an "O".

"AHHH GOD! Uggghhh!  UHHHHHHHH!!! UUUUUUHHHHHYEAH!" Steve cried, arching
his back, every muscle in his teenage body was defined.

As Rob felt his thick load travel the length of his own stiff rod, he
watched as the first stream of cum rocketed from Steve's cherry-red cock,
landing on his neck. Rob then arched his own back, raising the boy up as
his hips continued to buck and spasm, his eyes squeezed shut tight, crying
out as his cock began to fire over and over again. He could feel the boy
still laying down lines on his chest as his own seed filled Steve's ass.

Some people passed out immediately after their first cum, some went
slowly. Rob went slowly over the course of a minute. He opened his eyes and
saw this beautiful teenage boy, still panting, Rob's now softening cock
still inside him.

"Fantastic......fantastic." Rob whispered as the light slowly began to
fade.

The boy lay forward, the man's cock came free of the little hole, followed
by a flood of cum. Steve grinned, kissing Rob gently on his lips. "That was
so fuckin' hot, dude." he whispered.

"Yeah....yeah...." Roy whispered, "Can I....see you again?"

"Count on it." Steve said as he watched the man's eyes roll to whites and
then close. He kissed Rob on the forehead one last time before climbing
off.

Moving quickly, he went to the adjoining bathroom and wet a wash cloth. He
wiped the man down quickly, then covered him with a blanket. After rinsing
the cloth and placing it in the hamper, he quickly moved through the house,
still naked, his flacid penis swinging back and forth as he worked to pick
up the man's clothes. After placing the clothes by Rob's bed, he returned
to deal with the beer and cans, cracking a fresh one and swallowing
deeply. He placed the remaining beer in the fridge and the cans in the
trash, then proceded to get dressed. Just as he was pulling his boxers up
over his well-fucked ass, Roy's wife pulled in the driveway.

"Man, talk about great timing!" Steve giggled to no one. Gathering his
clothes and staying low, he made his way to the garage, where he finished
dressing and drank the last swallow of his beer. He discovered that the
garage had a door that led into the back yard. He quietly let himself out.

It was dusk and the lights in the neighboring houses had began to turn on.

As he walked through the yard to the alley in back, he heard the slapping
sound of flesh meeting flesh, then a boy's voice - begging, no, *pleading*
- to be fucked harder. Looking up, he knew the sounds were coming from the
treehouse next door.

Steve grinned.

He reached the alley and turned right. Muffled cries of pleasure caught his
attention. He looked to his left. Through the window two teenage boys close
to his own age were standing naked, embracing, kissing as their hands
stroked each other's young dicks. No one had bothered to close the
shade. He found a similar scene off to the right where three boys of
varying ages were having a good time, they were currently in the process of
removing each others clothing. Steve watched until they were naked and then
moved on.

Further down the alley, he heard the whimper of a young voice behind the
bushes. He moved in closer and peeked. Between the bushes and a garage
stood a handsome young lad of around 11, his pants and underwear were
pooled at his feet as a man of about 40 serviced his little tool. Steve
watched as the man worked, sucking the boy's stiff 4 incher up and down,
then moving down and taking the kid's little sack in his mouth and sucking
it gently.

When the boy opened his eyes to watch the man work, he gasped when he
spotted Steve. The man turned his head quickly and turned white as a sheet.

"Oh Jesus....." he started.

"Hey," Steve said, holding up his hands and grinning, "It's ok...it's
cool."

Color returned to the man's face. "Jesus...you scared the hell out of me."
He looked Steve up and down. "Man, you are a good lookin' kid...."

Steve waved him off, "Just had some. I would like to watch you for a while
though, if that's ok."

"Sure."

"Your kid?" Steve asked as the man began to fondle the boy.

"No...he's the neighbor's boy...I saw him wander back here, when I came
back he had his fly open - playing with himself."

"Cool."

The man began sucking the kid once again. Steve watched and listened, he
discovered that the man's name was Raymond, the boy was Sam.

The boy sighed, a dopey grin played at the corners of his mouth as the man
sucked his little pecker and balls. Steve decided that even though he did
not intend to participate, he could help out. He rose from his crouch. He
grabbed Sam's dirty t-shirt at the bottom and pulled upward, the boy
dutifully raised his arms. He then worked on the the kid's shoes, pants and
underwear. Once Steve had the boy naked Raymond instructed the kid to put
his hands on the garage wall and spread his legs....Sam promptly turned and
did what he was told. Raymond moved in and began to rim the kid, spreading
him wide with his fingers and licking deep.

"Ahhhh......ahhhhhhhh." the kid sighed as he bend over further.

"You've done this before." Steve said to the boy.

"Yeah," Sam said, "My big brother'n me do it."

As the man stood and dropped his pants, lubing his thick cock with saliva,
Steve discovered that he was hard again. He watched as the man's thick cock
slowly penetrated the lad.

Eventually dusk turned to evening. Steve was now bare-ass naked for the
third time today. Eventually the man backed out and offered the little boy
to Steve, who took his stance behind the boy immediately. The kid was the
tightest little fuck the teenager had ever had. He fucked the kid hard,
slapping his hips into the soft little buns. Just when he thought that it
couldn't get any better, he felt Raymond's warm tongue on his crack. He
spread his legs as far as he could, still pounding the boy, whose whimpers
had now turned to soft cries.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmm." said Raymond, "Whose cum am I eating, kid."

"My two older brothers.....my dads...and your neighbor's, Mr. Roberts."
Steve panted. After all the fucking his young ass had endured this day, his
asshole was no less sensitive...the man's tongue on his ass felt
awesome. As far as Steve was concerned, the formula was the most fantastic
stuff ever invented.

"Man, you've been a busy boy today." He said, then began licking once
again.

Steve continued to fuck the boy, picking up speed as the man licked his
asshole, then the man stood.

"Stop for a second," Said Raymond, placing a hand on the teenagers rapidly
moving ass. "Keep your dick inside him."

Steve stopped and the man moved in behind him. He felt Raymonds fat cock at
his hole, then pressure...the man entered him. Steve began to pump once
again. Even with all the orgies he had attended, he had never been in the
middle of a three-way-fuck. He slammed his pelvis between man and boy,
groaning, sweat poured from his muscular body as he worked in and
out...fucking, being fucked. The man reached around him and began to fondle
his nipples, pinching, twisting gently.

"Ahhhhh!! God yes!" Steve cried as he moved his hips faster, feeling his
load boiling in his swinging balls, which were slapping almost painfully
against the perfect boy-butt before him. His nipples were now a very angry
shade of red. The line between pleasure and pain was very thin, the
sensation was a wonderful mix of extasy and agony.

"Ohh God, kid," the man moaned, "Hot little fuckin' ass....holy shit
kid....gonna cum....my god YEAH! uhhhhgod....UUUUUHHHHH!" the man grunted
as his throbbing pole boiled over, filling the teenager's sweet ass.

Steve comtinued to impale his ass on the man's thick cock as he penetrated
the younger boy, he felt the hot load explode inside him, felt the man's
cock get slick and begin to glide easier. This was all the teenage boy
could take. Steve tipped his head skyward, his eyes squeezed shut tight as
his tongue hung from his open mouth. Cum shot from his throbbing young
cock, filling the little boy's bowels. Even though this was Steve's third
cum of the afternoon, it was no less intense. He backed away from the boy,
pulling his still-squirting cock free as he panted and gasped for breath.

For a while they all sat naked in the grass, with the boy sitting in the
man's lap. The man continued to fondle the kid's little cocklet as they
talked. Steve promised to meet up with the man again soon as he stood to
leave, gathering his clothes.

When he finally walked away, the man was kneeling between spread legs, once
again going down on the kid. Steve was surprised to discover that his cock
was still hard as stone.

He grined.

Wrapping his shoes and shirt in his jeans, he tucked the roll of clothing
under his arm and once again heads for home, completely naked. He wonders
who will be waiting for him in his bed at home.

He doesn't get far, maybe a block. He hears a deep male voice calling him
from another back yard.

Steve walks toward the voice...he can see the man is big, but that is
all. He wonders if this is the man who will satisfy his constant
need....the man who will fuck him so hard that walking home will be
difficult.

Steve finally reaches the man...he's huge. And naked. Steve sees that he is
drinking a beer.

"Got another one of those?" Steve asks, dropping his clothes carelessly
onto the ground.

The man reaches down and hands the boy a beer, then drops to his
knees. Steve cracks his beer as the man engulfs his raging hard cock.

Steve tips his beer and swallows.

He begins to moan.


***

Mayor Williamson didn't know what to think. The lights had gone out about
10 minutes ago.

The Mayor's son, Jake, was doing the same thing as he was, searching for a
door on the other side of the room.

"I told you this is a waste of fucking time! ...place can't even keep the
lights on!" Jake spat.

"Watch your mouth!" the mayor hissed.

"FUCK you!"

"Jesus." the mayor mumbled.

At only 13, Jake was one of the biggest troublemakers in town. This was a
great embarrassment to the Mayor. The cops were at his home more often than
his friends. Ever since Herb's wife had left him a little over a year ago,
the boy was getting harder and harder to control. Herb felt he was a good
father, but it was Doris who had kept their son's behavior in check. Once
Jake had figured out that his father was all talk, he pretty much did as he
pleased.

It was his good friend and pillar of the community Doc John Williams that
had suggested they come down and look the place over, and that perhaps all
that Jake needed was the comradery of a few different friends and the
fellowship of The Troop. Herb was skeptical, and Jake had proved to be even
more so.

"There is no fucking way," he told his father on that rainy Tuesday after
school, "that I'm gonna hang out with a bunch of idiots playing camp-out."

When Herb went to John with this, John suggested that Herb do anything to
get the boy there, even resort to bribery if necessary.

"I'll give you a hundred bucks," Herb told his son the very next day, "all
for just one hour of your precious fucking time."

"Are you serious?" the boy had answered. "Ok...I'll take your money. We go
there...AFTER dark. I don't want any of my friends to see me walk into that
dorky place.....and we're there for one hour. ONE."

That was basically the only reason the boy was here now, the promise of
money, paid in advance of course, and only an hour of his time wasted. Herb
figured the kid was right.....what a waste of time and money. Herb
remembered when he was a boy...the thought of getting a dollar from his Dad
was great...such are the times we live in, Herb thought.

Herb didn't think the lights out-thing was a part of the Doc's plan, but
who knew? All he really knew is that the pure-pitch-darkness was making him
feel a bit woosey and disoriented. For one thing, he had sworn that the
door was on this side of the room, but he could not find it now.

He was about to ask Jake if he was having any better luck when the lights
came back on....well, not really, maybe it was the emergency lighting, as
it was much dimmer than when they had been escorted in.

Herb looked down along the wall, there was no door. A door could not be
found on the next wall either. Herb turned slowly in a circle.

There was no door.

Herb spun around again.

Nothing.

He went to the place that he thought the door was located when they came
in.

Not so much as a crack in the wall.

He began to turn slowly again. That's when he noticed where the light was
coming from. On the wall directly in from of the chairs was a large plasma
screen. Right now it was pure white, but it was beginning to change, going
out of focus. Then, suddenly, the picture was focused.

Herb's jaw dropped.

On the screen were two boys, one looked to be about Jake's age, the other
was probably around 16. Now, the sounds of the scene before them was slowly
increasing in volume.

The boys were completely naked.

The 16 year old was sodomizing the younger boy...to the youth's delight!
The sound was louder now - moaning, panting, the wet sounds of sex.

"What is this Williams?!" Herb shouted as he looked up and around, figuring
that there had to be a camera hidden somewhere. "Let us out, damn you!" He
shouted, not wanting his son to see the images on the screen.

But that's exactly what Jake was doing...standing in the middle of the
room, arms by his sides, mesmerized.

Herb knew now what this place was about...the secrecy, the one way glass.

"Jake....what are you doing?"

The boy said nothing, Herb thought he was being ignored as usual.

Then: "Jesus, dad...two boys....they're....they're fuckin'."

The boy's hand moved to the front of his jeans, squeezing, rubbing.

"I don't know what John is up to.....but he's not going to get away...."
the mayor started as he looked around once again for the door. If only he
could find the control for the lights, he wouldn't feel so damn
disoriented. He looked at his son once again.

"Jake....for Christ's sake...stop watching that...stop...stop playing with
it!"

Jake was totally involved, not paying any attention to him. Herb looked up
again, looking for the camera the he knew was hidden somewhere.

Jake could not believe what he was seeing...and how he felt about it. His
friends certainly wouldn't understand how he felt...they would probably
beat him senseless if they had a clue what was going through his head right
now. But all of a sudden, his friends didn't matter so much. As a matter of
fact, who gives a fuck what they might think, the boy thought. All that
really mattered was the beautiful scene unfolding right before his eyes.

"Hot in here." He whispered to no one as he pulled his shirt over his head,
his hand then moved back to his stiff young meat.

"Holy shit, man...look at 'em....takin' it up the fuckin' ass."

His cock pushed against his jeans painfully, so hard...he had to touch it,
stroke it. Not caring who saw him, he unbuttoned and unzipped his pants and
pushed them to the floor.

"Jake!" He heard his father shout.

Jake's hand moved up and down his stiff rod. It felt so fine. He watched
the people on the screen, the young boy on the bottom, his head rocking
back and forth on the pillow as his older friend fucked his ass. Jake
wondered what that might feel like....to fuck, to be fucked. He noticed his
father, walking toward him, as if in slow motion.

I'm fuckin' stoned, he thought. There must be something in the
air...something being piped in here.

Cool.

"Jake.....Jesus.......my God son." Herb said, his voice was trembling, Jake
had never seen him like this before. He moved closer. "Holy
shit.......son....my god..."

A tear slid down the man's cheek as he faced his son.

"D...dad?  ...what is it? What's wrong?" Jake stammered. His voice seemed
to come from somewhere else in the room. This was so fucking cool.

Herb brought his hand to the boy's face, brushing his hair back from his
forehead. Jake could not believe the feelings that rushed through him at
such a simple gesture.

"It's....it's....you're so beautiful...I....I hadn't...I hadn't
noticed....we've...." Another tear slipped down the man's
cheek. "I...really don't understand what I'm feeling right now."

"I...I don't...I don't....dad...I don't understand either."

Herb put his arms around his son, his hands came in contact with the
beautiful, silky-soft skin of his back.

His father's hands touching him was the most intense sensation to date in
his young life, far out-doing his nightly jack-off sessions. Imagine, Jake
thought, if he touches me down there.

Jake shuddered.

Herb had no intention of touching Jake's ass as his hands slid slowly
downward, but it was like they had a mind of their own...they slipped past
the boy's lower back, coming to rest on the soft globes, feeling,
squeezing.

"Ahhhhhhhhhh yeahhhhhhh." He heard his son sigh, and then moan as he worked
the spongy flesh of his son's sweet little butt.

Jake could not believe what was happening to him. His own father, the man
he couldn't even speak to lately, was feeling him up. It felt so fucking
good, he wanted more. Jake put his arms around his father and held him as
the man moved in closer, kissing his neck. The boy shuddered as his
father's hands squeezed his butt. He could feel the man's stubble on his
neck as his father pulled him closer, kissing him, making love to him. All
the anger, all the things he had done with his so called friends to get in
trouble seemed distant now....rather stupid, in fact. He felt himself being
lifted off his feet and moved, then placed on the sofa where they had been
sitting when the lights went off, which seemed like ages ago.

Herb knelt down, slowly undoing the laces on his boy's sneakers and gently
pulling them off. Then, slowly, his socks followed. After, he slipped the
boy's bunched-up pants and underwear off. Then he looked up at his son,
smiling.

Jake watched as his father slowly finished stripping him naked, knowing
what was going to happen next. He returned his father's smile with a
devilish grin of his own.

"I don't know why, but I gotta do this, son." Herb panted. His emotions
were mixed right now, half lust, half disgust...that is until his son
spoke.

"I know, dad...It's....it's ok....I...I want you to....please."

Herb moved up to the throbbing 5 inches of his son's hard little cock. He
noticed the dusting of fine blond hair at it's base, the almost virtually
hairless balls. He moved in, inhailing the musky odor...so sweet. He sucked
the stiff boy-tool into his mouth. His boy's cock seemed to stiffen more
and come alive in his mouth, hot and throbbing. Jake moaned and arched his
back. Herb moved his hands up onto the boy's chest as he sucked the
delicious little meat-stick up and down.

For Jake, it was like he had lost control of his lower body. His hips
pushed up on their own as his father moved his hands up, brushing his
fingertips gently across his nipples. The sensation was intense,
electric. The boy's mouth opened and he moaned...something else that seemed
to happen out of his control.

"Ahhhhhhhh my God, dad.....suck it....mmmmmmmmmmmmmm." Jake moaned as Herb
began to work it faster.

***

Cameron watched, stroking his own hard cock, as the man sucked his
son. Jake was watching his father suck him, his hands behind his head, his
tanned, muscular young body writhing. Cameron lay back on the bed, his
right hand stroking his stiff dick, his left fondling his balls as he
watched the show unfold before him.

On the screen, Jake was now bent over the arm of the couch. His father was
struggling to take off his belt as he licked his son's sweet little
boy-pussy. Finally, frustrated, the man stood and worked his belt, then the
clasp on his slacks. The mayor wasn't a good looking man, in fact he was
quite overweight. This didn't seem to bother his handsome young son, for no
sooner had the man dropped his pants and boxers, the boy was on him,
sucking his fat cock as though he were starving. The mayor threw back his
head and moaned while reaching down to stroke his boy's soft hair as he
worked.

"Little fucker can suck a cock." Cameron observed.

The doc picked up a wireless microphone that had been laying on the night
stand.

"Hello Mayor...having a good time?" Doc said.

"Williams." the Mayor said, raising his head as he searched once again for
the cameras. "What's happening?"

"All in good time, Mayor....for right now, why don't you fuck him?"

"Huh?"

The mayor looked stunned, but not completely shocked.

"Bend him over, stick your cock up his tight little asshole. Fuck
him......I wanna watch you nail him."

The doc smiled at Cameron, who was grinning from ear to ear. The Doc moved
in closer to his young lover, kissing his ear, his neck, his
chest. Finally, his tongue settled on the boy's armpit, licking and
flicking. This was something that drove Cameron wild. To him it felt like
something in between intense pleasure and torturingly ticklish. He didn't
know whether to giggle or moan. This time, the pleasure outweighed the
other part...the boy moaned and picked up speed, his hand flying up and
down his stiff prick. Doc slowly licked his way down the boy's tanned body.

Cameron arched his back in anticipation.

As Doc's warm mouth enveloped his prick, he watched as the Mayor, who had
decided to take the doc's advice, slowly pushed his fat cock between his
son's tight little puppy buns.

Mayor Herbert Williamson fucked the heir to the Williamson throne like an
animal, grunting as he pistoned his hard flesh in and out his boy. For a
period of 3 minutes straight, the man pulled completely out, and then would
slam all 7 inches back in hard. Jake cried out each time, pushing up with
his little butt and begging his father for more. Finally, the man could
take no more and began to hammer the kid harder than ever...bringing his
right hand down hard on the boy's ass cheeks over and over. He cried out as
he came, his hands on the boy's skinny hips, pulling him onto his throbbing
cock.

Wobbling on weak knees, the man backed off, pulling his cock free of the
boy. Cum ran from Jake's dialated little sphincter in a flood....dripping
from the kid's balls and steel-hard young cock. The mayor dropped to his
knees on the carpeted floor, then fell forward, catching himself with his
hands and lowering himself to the floor. His eye's rolled to whites and
then went shut. He began to breathe the deep breath of a sleeping man.

Jake was on his feet, his young cock still jutting upward.

"Dad?... Dad! ...wake the fuck up! You can't sleep now!" The boy cried, his
hand jacking on his hard prick.

Herb didn't move.

Jake grinned. In an instant, the boy mounted his father, placing his hard
cock in the man's deep ass crack. Cameron had no doubt that he probably
didn't come close to the man's hole, but it probably felt great anyway,
buried between the two huge cheeks. The kid let his skinny legs fall onto
either side of his father and began to hump, his little butthole opening
and closing as he worked his cock in and out of his dad's buttcheeks.

Doc took a second away from the tasty cock he was working on to zoom in on
Jake's hot little crotch as it moved up and down.

"Ohhhhhhhh God daddy....yeah.....Uhh...uhhh...uhhh...Uhhhhhh!
UUUUHHHHHHHH!!!!" Jake cried as his cock began to
squirt. "....Ahhhhhhhh.....ahhhhhhhhh.....ahhhhhhhhyeahhhhhh." he sighed as
he began to come down from the best orgasm of his life.

The boy moaned. He tried to raise up, then collapsed on top of his
dad. "Yeahhhh," he whispered, and then was out cold as his thin spunk ran
down his father's ass.

Doc placed the remote back on the end table and turned his attention back
to the boy on the bed. Cameron placed his hands behind his head and closed
his eyes. He felt Doc's warm breath on his dick, then the blessed
wet-warmth of his talented mouth.

When he opened his eyes again, he was getting close. He saw a group of
young men on the screen gently lowering the young boy into a bed that had
appeared out of nowhere, as things did here. They had obviously already
muscled the town's mayor into bed. Father and son now lay together as the
lights dimmed.

Cameron didn't know how things could get better.

The Doc slipped a wet finger up Cameron's asshole and suddenly the boy was
cumming...he arched his back, grunting out his load into the Doc's hungry
mouth. Electric pleasure surged through his entire body...it was like every
orgasm was better each time.

"Awesome." He whispered as the doc smiled up at him.

***

Brendon "Rob" Roberts woke up about three and a half hours later feeling
just fine.

He remembered the events of the afternoon as if they were a vivid dream,
yet he knew that they were real. Just to prove it to himself, he checked
the fridge. Only 4 cans of the 12 pack remained/ He had drank 2, which
meant the boy had consumed a six pack while he was here.

The boy. he thought, smiling. He had fucked his paperboy...simply cause his
son had left him a spiked drink....spiked with what? Where did his son get
this stuff?

His son.

Rob felt his cock stir in his pants.

"'bout time you got up."

A female voice behind him. Helen.

"Yeah," Rob said softly.

"10 beers Rob?" she said teasingly, "You could have saved a few for me."

He turned from the fridge, where he had been standing deep in thought for
the last 10 minutes. She was smiling.

"I wish I would have." He said groggily, feining a massive hangover. He had
actually never felt better in his life.

"Where is our son?"

"Huh?"

"You know....very short person, 12 years old?"

"Oh! ....yeah...."

"I realize I'm asking the tough questions....."

"He's at Mark's.....overnight." Rob lied...he actually didn't have a clue
where his boy was....he had a pretty good idea WHAT he was doing
however. He felt his cock begin to stir once again and fought it back.

"Ok...well I'm going to bed. I had a couple of drinks at Margie's...I did
manage to stop at a couple though..." She grinned.

"I love you too, dear." He said. "Think I'll watch some TV."

"K....night!"

Rob headed for the living room and found the remote. He switched on the TV,
not really watching it, playing over the events of the afternoon in his
head. Evenually, he dozed.

He woke suddenly and looked at his watch. 2:00 AM...it didn't feel as
though he had slept that long.

A noise at the front door...a key rattled in the lock.

Garry.

Slowly, the door opened and his son crept inside.

It was like Rob was seeing the boy for the first time. He was adorable,
even the surprised look on his face from seeing his dad was still up was
cute as hell.

"Dad...you're still up..." Garry whispered, "Is mom..."

"Sleeping." Rob whispered. "Where you been?"

"Mike's."

"You didn't tell me....I was a bit worried."

"Sorry."

"'sokay....this time. I know things are gonna be different now, but you
still gotta tell me where you're going and stuff, ok?"

"Sure dad." Garry said, then his expression became quizical. "Different?"

Rob acted as though he hadn't heard. "Come on over and watch some TV with
your old man....or are you pretty wiped out?"

"Nah....I fell asleep at Mike's....when I woke up I realized that I hadn't
told you where I was, so I thought I had better come home. What did mom
say?"

"I told her you were sleeping over at Mike's."

Garry looked dumbfounded.

"Lucky guess." Rob said, grinning.

Garry sat beside his dad and returned his grin. Rob was instantly hard, his
big cock pressing painfully against his pants. He crossed his legs. He
handed the remote to his boy, who began channel surfing.

After close to 200 channels and nothing on, Rob said, "How about we go for
a drive?"

"Now? Won't we wake mom?"

"We could be very quiet...there's nothing on TV and I'm not tired."

"Me either." Garry said. "We could go to the convenience store and get junk
food." The boy grinned again, knowing that late night snaking was usually
forbidden in the Robert's house.

The boy's grin was doing nothing to ease the man's excitement. "I think
that's a great idea....we'll drive around and eat crap."

Garry giggled. "How we gonna get the car out."

"Well, for one thing, we won't take my car...we'll steal your mom's."

"Cool!"

"Shhhhhh..."

Garry grinned sheepishly, Rob ruffled his hair.

"Also, we will put it in neutral and back it out into the street before we
start it."

"This is like an adventure."

"You got it, sport."

"Where are her keys?"

"Just so happens that I have a set....made especially for occasions like
this one."


The boy grinned wide again. Rob pulled the keys out of his pocket.

The boy stood, anxious to get going. Rob crosssed the room and carefully
opened the door. Garry went out and Rob closed the door quietly.

"Go ahead and get in." Rob said, "Close the door quietly, it's ok if you
don't get it all the way shut, we'll take care of that down the street a
ways."

The boy got in and closed the door, but not enough to make it latch. Rob
hopped in quickly and did the same. He put the key in the ignition, but
turned it only enough to unlock the steering wheel and gearshift. He put
the car in neutral and the silently glided down the driveway.

Once they were on the street, Garry said, "She might still hear us."

"True....maybe we should push it a few feet?" His dad said, grinning.

Garry returned his smile and hopped out of the car, being careful not to
slam the door. Rob got out as well. With his right hand on the steering
wheel and the other pushing on the door frame. Garry pushed from
behind. The two managed to push the small car quite easily, and once they
were three houses down from their own, they got back in, both breathing
hard.

"Good thing your mom drives a Neon." Rob said. The boy giggled. Rob turned
the key and the two drove off.

After stopping for twinkies, chips, candy bars and soda, Rob headed out of
town.

"Where're we goin?" asked the boy through a mouthful of junk food.

Rob stuffed an entire twinkie in his mouth and said "Who gives a shit?"

The boy had a fit of giggles, spraying chips everywhere.

"You know, we are going to have to clean that up or we are so busted."

"Yeah...she'd kill us...junk food at 3:00 AM!" said Garry.

Finally, Rob found the place he was looking for. The sign read: LEVEL B
SERVICE ROAD - ENTER AT YOUR OWN RISK.

"What's LEVEL B mean?" Garry asked.

"Just that they don't perform maintainance on this road much - mainly cause
no one lives on this stretch."

Rob drove down the road a half a mile or so, then pulled over to the edge.

"Why're we stoppin'?"

"I just thought we could get out here....drink our sodas and look at the
stars."

"Cool."

Rob stopped the engine and the two got out of the car. The man then hopped
up on the hood and lay back against the windshield.

"C'mon up here, sport."

Garry handed his father his soda, then hopped up beside the man and began
to lay back.

"No," Rob said, "Here." He patted the space between his legs. The boy
climbed over his father's leg and sat between his legs. "Now lay back."

Garry obeyed, resting the back of his head against his dad's chest.

It was about all Rob could stand, feeling the warmth of his boy against
him, but he wanted to move slowly.

"Wow." said Garry as he gazed up at the billions of stars. It was a clear
night and the darkness was absolute. Looking at the stars in the city was
hard to do with all the lights.

"Beautiful, huh kid."

"Yeah."

They sat in silence just that way for a time. Then Rob finally placed his
hand on the boy's head, gently gliding his finger's through his hair. Garry
said nothing as he enjoyed the warmth of being close to his dad. Rob moved
his hand down and touched the boy's shoulder...so warm. He loved the feel
of his hard cock pressed against his boy's back...he knew that Garry must
know that he was stiff, but he didn't say anything or try to pull away. Rob
sat his soda on the car and used both hands, gently rubbing his son's
shoulders.

"Mmmmmmmm...." Garry sighed, "I get a shoulder rub out of the deal too."

"Nothing but the best treatment for my boy tonight." Rob said.

Rob gently rubbed for the better part of three minutes, then began to move
his hands down onto the boy's chest. He heard the boy whisper a sigh, his
chest rose and fell faster and his dad's fingertips pleasured him through
the soft cotton of his t-shirt. When Rob reached down to put his hands
under the shirt, the young boy dutifully raised his arms. he had not
intended to take the boy's shirt off, but since that was what Garry
expected Rob smiled and complied, pulling his son's shirt over his head.

Placing his hands on the boy's chest once again, Rob looked down at his
son's angelic face, gazing in wonder at the stars. The two had never
experienced a moment like this before. Rob was usually a pretty busy guy
and spent very little quality time with his boy. That would change now.

Garry gazed at the stars....he had never really noticed how beautiful they
were until now. He felt so warm and safe in his father's strong arms. He
felt the man's rough hands return to his now-bared chest and begin to rub.

"Ahhhhhhhhh." he moaned, "That feels so good." Garry had been eating a
Twinkie, it was still in his hand, completely forgotten. Rob took it from
the boy, laying it on the hood.

Rob sat up a bit. Reaching under the boy's arms, he pulled him onto his
lap. Garry's head now rested on the man's shoulder. Rob turned his head
slightly and kissed his boy on the neck. Garry's sweet little ass pressed
against Rob's hard on, driving the man crazy with lust. He felt he could no
longer take it slow. His hands traveled down his boy's chest once again,
this time they didn't stop, moving onto the front of Garry's jeans,
rubbing, feeling the hardness there.

"Garry," Rob whispered, "I want to take off your pants....make you naked."

"Yeah...ok." Garry said, his voice shaking.

"Are you sure, sport? I don't wanna do anything you don't wanna do." Rob
lied.

"I want to...really." Garry said, trying to control the tremor in his voice
that he knew Rob was mistaking for fear. Garry's voice was actually shaking
with excitement. He could not wait to feel his father's hands on his naked
body. He moved forward, off his dad's lap and slid off the hood of the
car. He immediately bent to untie his shoes. His dad was beside him seconds
later, once Garry had his shoes off, the man moved in behind his son,
taking him in his arms once again, rubbing his young chest roughly.

"Ahhhhhh yeahhh." Garry moaned. Rob's hands moved downward, moving to the
button that held his son's jeans on, undoing it and quickly working the fly
down....then did what he never would have imagined....he dropped his son's
pants.

As Garry stepped out of his pants, he felt his dad's hand on the front of
his briefs, gently rubbing his stiff little dick through the soft cotton
fabric. Seconds later Rob was pulling those off. Garry had a bit of trouble
getting them off his left foot, he finally kicked and they flew to the
other side of the road, immediately forgotten for now. The boy stood naked,
save for his socks. Rob's arms were around him once again...his right hand
stroking the boy's 4 inch stiffy, the left fondling his little balls. Then
the man's hands were everywhere, his chest, his belly, his smooth back, his
cock and balls, his ass...his hand dipping into the crack...his fingers
grazing his hole. Garry let his head fall back and moaned as tingling
pleasure surged over his naked body. He begged for more, calling Rob
"Daddy" for the first time in years.

"Ohhh my boy....my beautiful little boy." Rob moaned into Garry's ear, his
voice shaking with excitement. Once again his hand dipped into the boy's
butt-crack, this time aggresively seeking his asshole, roughly massaging
the tight little orifice.

"Ahhhhhhhh....ahhhhhhhhh....ahhhh yeah." Garry moaned as he bent at the
knees, pushing up with his little ass. It wasn't enough. He turned toward
the car and bent over, raising his right leg onto the hood. Garry's hole
opened nicely and Rob felt the moisture there. He slipped a finger in
easily then removed it, replacing it with the index finger of his other
hand.

He smelled the first finger.

Unmistakable.

Semen.

"Man...you are nice and wet." He said, moving his finger in and out.

"Uhhhhhh" Garry moaned.

"Who's been fuckin you, son?" Rob said, adding a second finger easily, his
lust growing by the second. He took his free hand and began to undo his
belt. Garry heard the jingle of his dad's belt and knew that soon, his dad
would be humping his ass. He had been waiting for this since he had first
tried Doc's juice, now it was finally fucking time! He answered his father.

"Today? Mike. Mike's dad, Mike's brother Terry....."

"Jesus Chr...."

"....my friend Jason, some older guy that Mike's dad invited over....didn't
catch his name." Garry continued. "He fucked my ass while Mike's dad fucked
my mouth."

"My God." Rob said, dropping to his knees and moving in. The bleach-like
smell of spunk hit his nose. He could not remember a time in his life when
he was ever so driven by raw lust.

He moved forward quickly, burying his tongue in the boy.

"Ahhhhhhyeahhh.....ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh." Garry moaned as he felt his dad's
tongue lap at his hole.

"Mmmmmm....stay right here, just like you are." Rob said. He moved to the
driver's door and opened it. Reaching inside, he clicked on the parking
lights. He moved back to his boy and knelt. He could now see the boy's
little crack perfectly. He poked at the puckered hole with his tongue. He
watched as it spasmed....thick cum ran from his son's hole. Rob licked,
unable to believe he was capable of such a thing. He could taste nothing
foul, only cum.

"So nice and clean...."

"Mike's dad put a rubber tube in me and pumped me full of warm
water....rinsed me out good....felt awesome." Garry said.

Rob pictured his boy naked in Mike's bathroom while Mike's father pushed a
tube up his hole, giving him an enema.

Rob placed his mouth over the spasming little ring of muscle and began to
suck greedily. Garry's little hole spasmed again and again, the thick fluid
flowing freely now. As Rob sucked, he pictured his boy on all fours with
two strange adult men using him...he could wait no longer.

He stood, his pants falling to the road. He dropped his underwear with his
left hand while spitting in his right, then grabbed his raging horn on,
stroking...all the while moving in and taking aim.

He split the boy's ass perfectly, sliding in deep in one smooth stroke, his
cock gliding on a mixture of saliva and the cum of half a dozen men and
boys.

"AhhhhGod!!" Garry cried as his father penetrated him.

Rob lifted his t-shirt over his head as be began to pump, his cock easily
gliding in and out of the tight little hole. He tossed his shirt carelessly
into the breeze and moved his hands down to his boy's skinny little hips,
grasping them roughly as he fucked his child, pulling the boy onto his
thick pole again and again, picking up speed...faster...faster, his hips
slapping against the kid's little bubble butt. Garry's whimpers, moans and
cries of pleasure fueled his lust. Rob then pulled free and easily flipped
the boy, laying him on the hood, then moved in again, spearing him without
the use of his hands and sinking in to the balls. He looked down at his
son's stiff boyhood, then over at the forgotten Twinkie. He reached down
and squished it against the car, then took some of the cream filling in his
fingers. He took the 4 incher in his hand and began to stroke it, coating
it's length with the smooth sweet filling, rubbing it down on his little
balls.

Garry felt the tingles start to take him almost immediately as the man
stroked his slippery little dick. He couldn't squirt just yet, but he knew
he would be able to soon. A lot of his friends his age could let loose a
few clear drops.

Rob felt his boy tense up and knew what was happening. He picked up speed,
both with his hand and his cock, hammering it into the boy.

"Ugggghh! Uuuuuhhhhhh!!!" Garry cried as the orgasm took over his little
body.

Rob felt his son's little hole tighten, squeezing his cock. The pleasure
was so intense that he cried out.

"Ohhhh daddy......ahhhhhhhhhhhh." Garry cried, his little pecker growing
impossibly hard in Rob's fingers. His little back arched as his son's dick
came alive in his hand, throbbing, trying to spit the juice his little
balls could not yet produce. Soon, his cries turned to whimpers as his body
began to relax once again.

"Ohhh my God, Garryyy....yeahhhh....yeahhhh..." Rob moaned as he moved his
hips faster. One moment, he was enjoying his balancing act on the edge,
then just like that he was cumming....his cock jetting 7 or 8 big squirts
up his son's sweet little ass. He rolled his head back and cried out into
the night. He had never cum so much in his life, not even when he was a
teen. His legs turned to rubber and his vision clouded....he wondered if he
would black out once again. But the feeling passed as he began to come down
from the incredible high.

Garry felt his father tense up, then felt the warmth burst inside him as
his daddy's cum mingled with all the others that had used his butt
today. He loved the way the drug made everything so intense.

Panting, Rob lifted his boy into his arms. Incredible pleasure threatened
to drop him once again as his softening cock slipped gently out of Garry's
hole. Cum immediately began to run, dripping onto the hood of the car as
Rob held his son close.

Minutes passed as the two stayed just this way, catching their breath.

Finally, Garry pulled his head from his dad's shoulder and moved in on his
face, his mouth opening as he quickly closed the space between them.

As Garry's lips covered his own, Rob opened his mouth and accepted his
son's tongue. They kissed on and on, Rob's hands wandered over his boy's
tight, naked little frame. When his hands moved down to the boy's
sloppy-wet little hole, he wasn't surprised to find himself growing hard
once again. He inserted two fingers, his boy broke the kiss, moaning.

"Fuck me.....fuck me." Garry panted.

Rob turned, still carrying his son, and sat on the hood of the car. He lay
back and his son took over. Reaching down, Garry lifted his daddy's thick
cock off his belly, then promptly sat on it, feeling every inch slip inside
him.

Garry began to ride, slamming his ass down onto the man, moaning, unable to
get enough....never able to get enough.

***

Cameron walked home that same dark evening.

Even after everything the boy had witnessed to date, he could not believe
he had just watched the mayor fuck his own son.

The doc had finished up by fucking his ass, which was still tingling,
aching for more. But alas, the doc had no more to give. He was now sleeping
in the center of the huge bed...Cameron had decided to walk home.

Off to his right in the darkness, he heard quiet moaning.

He crept slowly into the yard, following the sound, then peaked around the
corner of the house. By the small amount of light from the corner
streetlamp, Cameron saw a boy that looked to be about 14. He was naked, his
hands against the house. A middle aged man was plowing him from behind. The
boy whimpered quietly while he pulled on a nice-sized teenage cock.

Cameron began to salivate.

The man turned to see Cameron, his hand on the front of his jeans. The man
grinned, not speaking and motioned with his head for Cameron to come to
him.

Cameron obeyed. The man reached out and grabbed the boy, squeezing him
through his jeans without missing a stroke. Using only one hand, the man
unbuttoned and unzipped him.

A warm hand slipped into his underwear.

Cameron grinned.


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Hey guys! I know I said I was going to finish this up with part 6, but I am
writing yet another chapter...at this point I do not know where it will
end. I would love to finish it up so I can write something else. Also, it
took me forever to proof read this...after 4 times and several corrections
I gave up. It still feels like I am missing something important and I
really hate to upload it like this. So, if you found something a little
out-of-whack, too bad. I do not care. :) If you are enjoying this story,
please drop me a line....I would love to hear from you!
phangasm@operamail.com

Cheers,

'gasm