Date: Mon, 23 Nov 2015 09:09:32 +0100
From: Zachyboy <z.blake@mail.com>
Subject: Gobble Gobble 2

GOBBLE GOBBLE 2:
I'LL TAKE SOME DARK MEAT
By Zachyboy
t/t/b, oral, anal

I started this story last year, and here it is again already. Another
Thanksgiving and another chapter. Wow, it's sort of like a holiday
tradition now, huh? Like the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade, only all the
kids butt fuck. Well, I assume they butt fuck anyway. Let's not get ahead
of ourselves. Roll the disclaimer, Skippy.

This story is a work of fiction. It involves three boys, their penises,
their butts, a Thanksgiving turkey, a mini-fridge full of Dr. Pepper, a
completely unused Xbox and quite a bit of young teen semen dripping inside
and outside of three kids' trim, taut bodies. If poultry or boy sex offend
you, please take your plate to the sink and quietly go away. If not, tuck a
napkin under your chin and get ready to catch some heavenly dribbles of boy
gravy.

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Cast
Brain Barrett, now 14
Casey Renning, now 14
Dante Moore, a fully-functional and surprisingly confident 9

Take it away, Brian. On with the show.

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Thanks! (Whoever that guy was).

Wow, is it already Thanksgiving time again? Man, that came up fast, didn't
it? Seems like I was just here last week telling you about all of my
assfuck adventures, but nope, here it is a year later already, and what can
I say? Time flies when you're getting fucked! Anyway, Happy Thanksgiving.

My name is Brian Barrett and I'm 14, and if you remember from last year,
I'm the kid who got fucked by this total dickwad-bully classmate of mine,
Casey Renning.

Casey was the bully of my lifetime, as far back as I can remember. He's
been a real pain in the ass to me all my life, but last Thanksgiving when
his family came over to my family's house for the holiday (not my idea,
believe me), he turned out to be a REAL pain in the ass the jizz-squirting
way, because somehow he talked me into letting him fuck me up the ass in my
bedroom before dinner.

And after that, he pretty-much wasn't a bully to me anymore.

Shit, I wish I'd have known that in kindergarten. It would have saved me a
whole lot of school years of grief, you know?

Anyway, I won't go into all the details of that ice-breaking buttfuck,
since it's all here already. Hit the back button and re-read chapter 1 if
you have to. That's why they call it an archive.

Anyway. Casey and I have spent the whole year since the famous "End the
Bullying BF of 2014" repeating that mutually agreed-upon activity as many
times as we can. All year long, we've been fucking and sucking, fingering
and rimming, jacking off and blowing wads up each other's asses, and I
gotta tell you, man, we're getting really good at it.

I mean, you're not likely to see us in any porn movies. We're not that
talented. But as far as your sheer, basic, day-to-day cornholing skills go?
Fuck. Confidence achieved.

And of course, giving up my virginal treasure to Casey came with immediate
perks. He's not an asshole or a bully to me at all anymore. In fact, he's
downright sweet sometimes. I mean, he didn't' go all prancy on me or
anything. Sometimes we still do a little grabbing of the wrists and pushing
each other down on the bed for some rough fucking and some nasty talk, but
it's all in good fun.

We also switch sides and mix it up a lot. In fact, one game he really likes
a lot involves him doggie style with his bare ass up in the air and me sort
of spanking him (pretty hard actually) with an empty DVD case while he fake
cries, which gets me really super hard. It's called "Who's the Bully Now,
Bitch?"

So, I wouldn't say we're boyfriends exactly. That's kinda gay. We don't
tell people at school we're big lovey-dovey ass buddies or anything. But in
private, at my house or his, or especially at sleepovers, man, we sure do
fuck a lot. And we sure suck each other's cocks a lot. And we don't even
care who fucks who anymore.

We just sort of take it wherever it goes. We get together, sleep in tents,
sleep at each other's house, take our pants off, hop in bed, cuddle up, get
our dicks real hard, and just let it all happen.

Best friends? Yeah. I hate to say it, but we're definitely best friends
now. Who'd have ever thought, right? Not me, man. Not in a million years.

Anyway, back to the butt fuck stuff. I know what you're here for. It's not
my sparkling backstory narrative, that's for sure. I've had an ass and a
stomach full of Casey's hot cum pretty much five days a week since last
November.

So, this being a jack-off site, and you being a guy out there with your
dick in your hand, I guess it's about time I pull out all the holiday
stoppers and jizz you guys a sequel. A jacker gets hungry, so they tell me.

So get your dicks out and open wide. You know the drill.

Gobble gobble.

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For the past few months, Casey and I have been eager to find another boy to
bring into our sex play together. We think it would be hot to have a third
kid involved. You know. Watch each other fuck him and stuff. Compare
dicks. See what we can get him to do.

We almost immediately agreed it would have to be a younger kid, maybe 11 or
12. If you go too young, they talk and tell on you. If you don't go young
enough and wind up with a same-age guy, they suddenly want to be in charge
and call the shots. You get his pants off, lock the door, and instead of
being Mr. Top like you planned, suddenly you're face down on the bed,
biting the sheets being Mr. Bottom.

So, Casey and I pretty much figured we needed a neighbor kid, someone close
by, maybe 11, maybe 12, and we started ticking off the roster to see who
was available.

There's a kid over on the next block, Jacob Shipman, 11-years-old, and
rumor has it he can suck his own dick, and that might have been interesting
to watch him go to town on his own little twig. In fact, he was the leading
contender, but then we heard he's already super gay for this 12-year-old
other kid in our neighborhood, Matthew Sanders, and, well, not to be gross
or anything, but every kid in the neighborhood knows Matthew Sanders
probably hasn't wiped his ass since he was 6, so there was no way we were
going there.

And the rest of the kids were kind of a mixed bag. The Guerrero twins are
kinda cute – Riker and Riley – they live three houses down from me –
but they're kind of weird in general, and the summer we were thinking of
fucking them, all the kids in the neighborhood said they were going around
trying to shove ice cubes up other kids' butts. And that's just weird.

Casey summed it up best.

"Uh-uh. No way. That's where I draw the line, Barrett. I'm not letting some
dinky little 11-year-old shove an ice cube up my ass just for the chance to
fuck him."

"Fine," I told him. "Then you find us a boy. I'm out of options."

"Patience, Barrett, patience," he smiled, like a wise old guru.

It drove me crazy that he still called me by my last name Barrett instead
of my first name Brian.

I mean, there comes a time after you've had your dick up a guy's butt for
the hundred and fiftieth time, you sort of drop the tough guy act and admit
you're on a first-name basis.

"We shall find a fair young 12-year-old boy maiden to plant our babies in,"
he assured me. "Just you wait and see."

I shrugged. "Whatever." I was feeling horny and I really didn't have time
to argue. Luckily, he concurred.

"Get down here on your knees and suck my cock," he said gruffly, unzipping
his pants and shoving some of his new pubes in my face. `I'll let you know
when it's safe to come up."

"Mmm," I said hungrily, opening up for the cock I'd learned to crave like
dinner. "I guess I know who's the bully tonight, huh?

"Damn right," he said, grabbing the back of my head and pulling me down to
the throat-gagging limit on his big hard fuck stick.

And I did gag. I really did. He pulled me down hard, and it actually
brought tears to my eyes.

"Oh yeah," he said, instantly aroused. "Big, isn't it?"

I nodded with my mouth full of cock and my eyes full of gag-tears. Fuck he
was big now. It'd grown an inch in the past year. It was thicker now too.

"You know what to do with a big long cock, don't you, Barrett?"

I nodded yes and took it deeper.

"Oh yeah," he moaned. "You're doing great."

He reached down inside my t-shirt and gave my nipple pinch and I moaned.

"Looks like I'm the bully and you're the bitch tonight, Barrett. You okay
with that?"

I wanted to moan, "yeah, I'm fine with that, Casey," but I was too far gone
in sucking his beautiful cock to even remember how to answer a question.

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As it turned out, we didn't have to wait long to find our young kid to
fuck.

My mom announced a week ago that Dante Moore, a kid who lived half a block
from us, would be coming over for Thanksgiving.

His mom was Chalise, and she was really nice. She used to babysit me when I
was a kid.

And his dad Nolan works with my dad and Casey's dad. They're all old
buddies or something.

And when my parents found out Chalise and Nolan were moving back to
Augusta, Georgia right after Thanksgiving, well shit, that's all it
took. The whole Moore family got invited over to our house so fast for
Thanksgiving, it made my head spin.

"Most of their kitchen stuff is already shipped home or packed up with the
movers," my mom explained. "So you and Casey look out for Dante,
Brian. This is his last weekend in town, so I want you to be extra nice to
him on Thanksgiving."

Oh, I'll be nice to him, I wanted to tell her. I'll be nice to him right up
his ass and then Casey will be nice to him twice. He'll remember this
Thanksgiving until he grows up and has ass babies.

But then she told me he was only nine-years-old and I just about shit my
pedophilic pants.

Damn! Nine?? I was thinking he'd be 11 or 12, you know, capable of a whole
workout, not just a tickle-giggle nine. Shit. 11 or 12 would have been just
the right age for our 14-year-old cocks. But wow. Nine's a little young. I
mean, you can still get in his ass all right, but the "I'm gonna tell"
factor goes up.

"I don't know," I told Casey later that night when I told him Dante would
be joining us at the annual Trudy Barrett Homeless Shelter Lost Puppy
Neighborhood Thanksgiving Extravaganza. "That's kinda little to fuck around
with him, don't you think?"

"Ehh, nine's not all that young," Casey shrugged. "I started jacking off
when I was nine."

"You were an early bloomer," I reminded him.

"Yeah, well, I need to bloom up a new kid's ass, and Dante gets my vote."

"Fine," I yawned. "Nine it is."

Sometimes it's like that, right? You're holding out for a twelve, but life
throws you a niner. There's not much you can do but get your cock extra
lubed and adapt. Go a little slower and hope for the best.

Anyway, Dante Moore might be coming over a 9-year-old virgin, but I was
pretty sure by the time he spent a couple of pre-dinner hours up in my
bedroom with me and Casey, he'd be going home that night a 9-year-old big
boy. The kind with two loads of cum up his butt and probably a few down his
tummy as well.

They don't call us gobble gobble for nothing.

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"Dante's a black kid, you know," I told Casey in passing. "You
know. African-American or whatever our moms like us to say."

"So?" said Casey. "He's still got a butthole, right?"

"Um, yeah. I'd assume so."

"So what's the big deal?" Casey shrugged. "I'll take some dark meat, then."

"Aw, man," I told him. "You can't say that."

"Can't say what?"

"Dark meat."

"Seriously?"

"Seriously."

"Why not?"

"Because it's rude. It's racist."

"What's racist about dark meat?" he said, all innocent. "I'm not being
mean. I'm fucking turned on by it!"

"Yeah, but you can't call an African-American kid dark meat," I told
him. "That's just politically incorrect."

"I called you a fucking sissy girl in kindergarten through fourth
grade. Nobody thought that was political."

"Yeah," I said, pulling my pants down and bending over for him, "but look
where it got me."

He smiled proudly, lined up his cock and pushed it inside me.

"Ahhhhh," he sighed. "You're still my favorite girl, Barrett."

"Ooof," I grunted. "Fuck you. And put more lube on."

"So, let me get this straight," Casey said as re-lubed his dick and began
to slow pump me. "You mean I can fuck Dante up the butt, but I'm not
supposed to make note of the fact that his butt's darker than mine?"

"You can notice it," I told him, clenching my ass muscles together and
making it tighter for him. "You just can't say it out loud."

"Wow," Casey said simply as he grabbed my hips and picked up the
pace. "This is a complicated world."

I nodded. I sighed. He felt big and good today.

"Oh well," he shrugged giving me a pump for emphasis. "As long as I get my
nuts off, I don't care if his shit pussy is pink, purple and green."

I rolled my eyes. There was a smart-ass response on the tip of my tongue,
but then he really started fucking me.

I grabbed two fistfuls of bedsheets and I completely forgot what I was
going to say.

It's like that sometimes with Casey.

He fucks the witty retort right out of you.

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There was quite a bit of discussion about how far, or not far, we should
actually go with Dante Moore.

I mean, truly, he was an unknown element to us.

He had an older brother that much we knew. But the older brother was away
at college, starting his first year. So that made him, what? 18 or 19 to
Dante's 9? Holy fuck. If Dante's brother was tapping some of that sweet
nine-year-old honey hole with a size 18 cock-a-doodle-doo, congratulations
were in order. Plus there was the upside that Dante laying down and
spreading for me and Casey would be a walk in the park for the kid. He was
already fully pried open.

Or maybe he was totally untouched and naοve. Maybe we'd have to start
the seduction from scratch.

"In this neighborhood??" Casey guffawed with disbelief. "You gotta be
kidding. This neighborhood is like the Bermuda Triangle kid fucking."

I nodded my head. It was true. Our subdivision, Morningwood Way, (don't
laugh, I swear that's its real ass-crazy name), was pretty well known for
making anal virginity a rarity among boys who live here. I'm not kidding,
man. A boy's chastity could wander through our subdivision for a walk
through the park, and wind up pregnant with twins.

"What if Dante's only been fucked by smaller kids?" I asked Casey. "You
know, same age as him."

"Well, then it's time to up the ante," he shrugged. "How big's your cock
now, Barrett? Five? Five-plus? I've got a sixer, shooting for seven."

"Ha!" I said. "Keep dreaming."

"Point is," Casey said. "if he's already had his little doodle diddled by
some of those pervy kids down the block like Riker and Riley, what I'm
saying is, it won't be hard to slip him a 5, if he's already comfy with a 3
or a 4.

It's true. Boys often break anal-virginal ground for other, bigger boys.

"I guess we'll just have to find out what state his ass is in when he gets
here," I shrugged.

Short of showing up on his doorstep with a clipboard and interviewing him,
I didn't know how else we'd get the goods on him anytime sooner.

I mean, for curiosity's sake, we did ask around. That week before
Thanksgiving, we talked to some of kids in the neighborhood just for fact
gathering. "Does Dante Moore mess around?" But the answers were all mute
shrugs. If he did, nobody was talking. Dante apparently kept to himself.

"Well, I'm getting up his butt," Casey assured me. "You do what you want to
do, but I'm getting some dark meat. He's little AND he's black. How often
do you get that chance?"

"Whatever," I said, outwardly uninterested, but inwardly super-wild
horny. "I still think you're a racist."

"I'm not!" Casey said. "I just want to fuck a different color! What's so
wrong about that?"

I giggled.

"What if he wants to fuck you?" I said with a smile on my lips. "You know
what they say about black kids and their old size-a-roony. You know. Down
there."

"Fuck," Casey said. "If he's got a big one, bring it on. I'll lay down for
a brother in need."

We giggled again at the political incorrectness. Totally sorry, but come
on, we're 14. Cut us a break.

Stereotypes are a bad thing, unless one of them is anatomically correct and
it happens to get shoved up your ass.

Then you don't hear anybody complaining.

Then they're actually kinda fun.

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Thanksgiving arrived, and Dante was gorgeous.

He was not black-black, he was peanut-butter brown-black, which we totally
didn't expect, and it threw a whole new spin on the works. Now we didn't
know what color his asshole might be.

"Holy fuck," Casey whispered to me through clenched teeth as my mom was
showing Dante and his mom and dad around the downstairs. "He's
beautiful. What color is he?"

"Mocha," I said. "Caramel Frappuccino."

"Oh my fucking stars," Casey squealed under his breath. "He's gonna taste
great, isn't he?"

I nodded.

"Hey, Dante," I said. "You wanna come up in my room with me and Casey and
play video games before dinner?"

Casey just about pissed his pants. "Play video games." Euphemism for "let
the fucking begin." I don't think my Xbox has been turned on since October
2014.

He looked at us hesitantly. Two bigger boys. Ulterior motives? He was
hesitant and shy.

"Go ahead Dant," his mom coaxed kindly.

She called him "Dant." It rhymed with font.

"Go ahead, sweetie," my mom echoed. "Dinner's not for another two
hours. You boys get to know each other. It'll give the grown-ups some time
to chat."

My mother pantomimed drinking a big glass of wine and all the adults
laughed and nodded their heads.

So up we went, me in the lead, Casey next, and Dante bringing up the rear,
wagging his tail behind him.

Oh Lord. Thank God for a mom and dad who thoroughly believed in cocktail
hour.

This was going to be amazing.

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I had a mini fridge in my bedroom, so I offered us all Diet Dr. Peppers. I
used to drink regular Cokes and regular Dr. Peppers, but now that Casey was
fucking me up the ass all year, I switched to Diet. No big deal, but a guy
likes to keep his ass in shape if it's getting tapped five times a week.

"You got a nice room," Dante smiled nervously.

I closed the door and locked it surreptitiously. No need to bother; the
adults would be down there drinking and laughing for two hours before they
called us, but in case we got Dante's sweet little holiday booty in the
air, no need to take chances, right?

"Wanna play some Xbox?" I asked him.

"Sure," he shrugged, sort of a smile, sort of a nervous thing.

Casey just stared at him up and down, his beautiful creamy color, his
perfect, slim tummy, his butt which was the stuff that dirty dreams were
made of, his eyelashes which went out to the moon and back, and his long,
slender fingers which were so proddably perfect I couldn't help but
wondering where he'd already poked them. I wanted to see this kid's little
cock so bad I was afraid steam would come out of my ears like it does in
the Bugs Bunny cartoons.

"Whatcha wanna play, Dant?" Casey asked him casually, grabbing for a stack
of disks. "Bri's got Marvel Super Heroes, Portal 2, Sonic Generations, Lego
Star Wars..." he was ticking them off nervously.

"Anything," Dante said without concern. "You pick."

He sat down on my bed while Casey put a disc in. Lord, he was pretty.

"So, um, Dante. You hang out with any of the other kids on the block?" I
asked him, trying to judge his participatory play level.

"Nah," he said. "Not much. I hear lots of stuff, though."

Casey's eyebrow shot up.

"Really," I said, trying to sound casual. "What kind of stuff?"

"Oh, you know," Dante shrugged. "Dick stuff. Whatever."

My heart just went from a three-speed to a ten-speed.

"Oh yeah, sure," Casey said coolly. "There's a little of that once in a
while. Matthew and Jacob do dick stuff. Riker and Riley and Duncan down the
street do some dick stuff once in a while."

No response.

"You know," Casey clarified. "From what I hear, I mean."

Dante looked around the room, walked over to the window, looked
absent-mindedly out of the curtains, not checking for anything really, just
sort of nervous and staking out his territory in an unfamiliar space. He
turned around, looked around again. Shrugged.

"So, you guys prolly wanna do dick stuff with me, right?"

Bam, out of nowhere.

Casey's eyes bugged out and I almost dropped my soda.

"Um, well, wow," I stuttered. "What makes you think we want to do dick
stuff with you, Dant?"

He shrugged again. It seemed obvious to him. "Anytime it's two bigger boys
and a little kid in a room together, they always want to do dick stuff to
the little kid. You know, suck and finger and fuck him and stuff."

Oh Lord, I thought. Too good to be true. This kid comes pre-packaged. No
instructions required.

Dante continued, "My brother's in college now, but he said be careful. He
said, if you're going to Thanksgiving with two older boys, they're prolly
gonna wanna get up inside and do you, right? They're prolly gonna wanna get
up inside and do some dick stuff with you."

I felt myself blushing, because yeah, that's exactly what Casey and I
wanted to do. We all but envisioned it from the beginning. We just thought
we'd have to teach him. Apparently not. Apparently Dante came
pre-taught. Whoof.

"You like doing dick stuff with guys, Dant?" Casey asked. I could tell by
the way he said it, this was already turning him on a LOT. And in case you
didn't read chapter one last year, you wanna be really careful when Casey
gets turned on, because when that happens, I can pretty much guarantee you,
somebody's gonna get fucked up the ass. Fairly hard.

"Ehhh," Dante said, not particularly excited one way or the other, like
maybe this happened to him too frequently to worry about, "Dick stuff's
okay. If there's no girls around. You know. No pussy in the room to bust
in."

Holy fuck. This little boy had a pair on him! Little pussy hound at nine!
Casey was looking at him like lunch was about to be served.

"How far have you gone, Dante?" I asked sort of breathlessly. "You know. In
doing stuff with girls. Or guys," he added quickly.

"Oh, you know, everything," Dante said, perking up a little, adding a
little swagger to his tone, a little bragging. "Licked a girl's
slit. Busted inside her pussy. And boy stuff, too. The usual. Jacked off
cocks. Did sucks. The other one. The butt one."

He said "the other one, the butt one" with definite pride in his voice. I
looked at Casey and Casey looked at me. We locked eyes. Casey mouthed the
words "holy fuck" and I nodded.

God bless little boys who already know how to do the other one, I
thought. The butt one. In fact, let me come right out and say it. God bless
the other one. The butt one.

Dante seemed pretty-much unworried by all of it. Just another round in the
bedroom with the big boys for Dante.

I did notice him checking out Casey's hard-on though. He looked at it long
and carefully in Casey's pants, probably wondering if sausage "D" was going
to fit into little slot "A."  I assumed we all knew that Dante was going to
be the bottom, and when he got a load of what Casey was packing, he licked
his lips in curiosity, but he looked a little hesitant. I've had Casey's
dick up my butt before, and let me tell you, the hesitancy's
well-deserved. It's a workout. I don't blame the little guy for being
nervous.

Dante fidgeted with his own little wiener, which by now was getting hard. I
could see the shaft pressing out against his jeans. He rubbed it a little
and it wasn't that small actually. It was a fairly good size for a
9-year-old. As it kept getting harder, he looked at Casey's big dick
outline again.

"So, you guys prolly wanna stick your dicks up my nuzz, right?"

"Up your what?" I sputtered, almost choking on my Dr. Pepper.

"My nuzz," he looked at my quizzically, like this was the most obvious
thing in the world for a body part. He looked at me like I was dumb for not
knowing it. Like repeating it might help.

Still getting nothing but a shell-shocked look from my direction, he added,
""My nuzz? My shit nuzzle? The hole where my shit comes out?"

There was an unspoken "duh" at the end of each sentence.

"Oh," I said. "Right. Your nuzz. Yeah. Of course we wanna put our dicks up
your nuzz. Thanks for offering. We just never heard that term before."

He shrugged. Drank some of his soda.

Casey piped up, kinda rubbing his hard dick through his jeans. "You get
fucked up your nuzz a lot do you, Dant?"

"Oh yeah," Dante said with a casual shrug. "A bunch of times. My brother
mostly. Couple of cousins."

"Fast or slow?" Casey asked him, testing the waters. "Hard or gentle?"

"Sometimes slow," Dante shrugged. "Specially if the guy's new at it and
scared."

We nodded.

"But mostly hard. Specially by my brother. He goes really hard in me."

Casey and I looked at each other again. We both had boners and I could
barely breathe. His brother was in college. Jesus.

But Dante seemed unimpressed by all of this.

I took a breath and could smell my mom's turkey roasting downstairs in the
oven. Please Mom, I thought. Have some more wine. Let it be two hours until
dinner time. Let it be three. Let it be six.

"You can both have a turn in me," Dante shrugged. "I can take both your
cocks, one up inside me, and then the next guy. No big deal." He started to
unbuckle his pants.

Oh my God, this kid was killing me. I think my dick was ready to jump out
of my jeans and crawl up his ass without me.

"Can we go hard and fast like your brother?" Casey asked quietly. Almost
hopefully.

"Sure," Dante shrugged. "Just don't pee up my nuzz. My brother did that
once when his dick got soft in me and it made a big mess. It gushed back
out all over my sheets like an enemy."

"An enema?" I asked for clarity's sake.

"Yeah," he said. "Like an enema. Only a piss-enema."

I think I saw Casey actually gulp and break out in a sweat.

"So no peeing up my nuzz," Dante said firmly. "You can shoot your scud up
in me, but no piss, promise?"

"Oh, we promise," we both said way too quickly. Like a reflex. Jinx. Owe me
a soda.

"How do you want me?" Dante asked, shucking his pants down and exposing the
cutest grey and blue undies. Briefs, about a size too tight.

We stopped and stared. He waited for an answer.

"Pants pulled down? On the bed on my tummy? Or on my back, legs in the
air?"

"Holy shit," Casey whispered, amazed at how easy this was turning out to
be. Talk about an open invitation. "How does your brother do you, Dant?
Which way does he like you best?"

Dante shrugged casually.

"Oh, he likes to fuck me standing up the best. Sorta pushes me up against
the wall and kinda grunts his scud up my nuzz. He says it feels good that
way, like I'm his bitch. Like he's busting in my pussy."

"Do you like it that way?" I asked him.

"Aw," he said, suddenly kinda shy, in a softer voice. "I don't mind it any
way you bust. It all feels good after the hard part is over."

"What's the hard part?" I asked him.

"The second lock," he said.

I looked at him, puzzled. He sighed, like I was stupid again.

"Your nuzz has two locks," he said, put out, like he was explaining it to a
first-grader. "You got your first lock on the starfish part. That one's
easy to loosen. Then you got the second lock halfway down the inside. That
one's harder to get past.

I nodded. He continued.

"You have to push slow and not go too fast, or that one gives you a big
long pain when you try to get through it. Then you have to stop and take it
out and put more slippery goo on your cock. Then you just try it again
slower. You gotta go your super slowest getting past the second lock. My
brother had a hard time getting past that one in me. But then we got the
hang of it."

I was dumbstruck. I didn't know what to say. This kid knew
everything. Shit. He just outlined dual sphincters, something I didn't
figure out until last year's chapter one. Fuck.

"You got some good slippery goo right?" he asked. "Not just lotion, but
real goo to make it go up inside my nuzz easier?

"Lube," Casey said. "He wants to know if you have any lube."

"Oh. Yeah," I said quickly. "Sure. Of course."

And of course we did. Casey and I were lotion fuckers up until
recently. Lotion and Vaseline, the bane of childhood existence. But then we
discovered the KY section at the local grocery store, and embarrassing as
it was, raised eyebrows from the checkout clerks notwithstanding, life had
never, ever been the same.

"Okay then," Dante shrugged. "If you've got goo, we might as well get
going. If you both wanna bust in my ass, you better hurry up before we all
get called down for dinner."

He shucked his undies off and Casey and I stared in amazement at the sight
in front of us.

His body was perfect. Absolutely perfect.

Slim, trim, caramel-colored perfection. An ass that would make a Catholic
priest convert to Southern Baptist on the spot, and a cut little cock that
made my mouth water, already hard as a rock and nearly as big as mine.

It's twoo what they say, I heard the Blazing Saddles lady say in my
mind. It's twoo. It's twoo.

Dante reached down and scratched his significant 9-year-old balls. Casey's
cock was bursting out of his pants.

"Let's do dick sucks first before you stick it up my nuzz."

Casey nodded with wide eyes, staring, dumfounded.

"You know," Dante continued. "I'll do you guys and you can do me."

"Sure," I said. Reciprocal was fine in my book.

But we didn't move. We were too amazed.

"You have to take your clothes off," Dante said finally. Like we were
struck dumb or locked on pause or something. Which we were.

"Oh. Yeah. Right." I said. And Casey and I both shucked our pants, shirts
and undies so fast you would have thought we were shooting for gold in the
Undress World Olympics.

"Nice," Dante said, admiring our big boners. "You guys got good
ones. Almost as big as my brother's. This is gonna be fun. I bet you guys
shoot a shitload of scud."

Casey moaned. I couldn't take my eyes of Dante's perfect brown cock. It was
bobbing up and down. He was squeezing it. Flexing it. God, he was doing
acrobat-tricks with it. Without even knowing it, he was driving me insane.

"You can lick my butt crack too," he said. "That usually gets it ready
good. And I can lick yours if you want me to."

Casey actually moaned out loud for a second time in a row. I could almost
read his dirty thoughts. "A Thanksgiving rimjob from a fucking
nine-year-old?" he broadcast psychically. Whenever my mind envisions an
unspoken Casey line, it always overuses "fucking" as an adjective, as-does
Casey himself.

Without another word, Dante got down on his knees and headed for the
nearest cock, which Casey's.

"Oh God, oh God," Casey muttered as Dante opened up and took his big cock
in his mouth. "Oh shit, Barrett, shit," he whispered. "He's sucking my
cock. He's sucking my cock!"

Not wanting to be left out, I walked over and stood beside my friend. "Take
mine too, Dant. Suck mine too, please?" I was begging, but I didn't care.

Dante kneeled there, and coming off Casey's, took mine in his mouth
too. The feeling of heat and wetness when he first took me into his little
wet maw was nothing short of breathtaking.

"Oh, man," I whispered. "That's it, Dante. That's a good boy."

He kneeled there, going back and forth, sucking me for thirty seconds, long
and leisurely, then switching over to Casey. And then going back. I wanted
this to last forever.

"What's it taste like?" Casey asked him. "Who tastes better Dante? Me or
Bri?"

"Both," Dante mumbled through a mouth full of double-cock. "Yours tastes
like raisins and Bri's tastes like pancakes."

He said "tastes" with two syllables. Taste-ses.

Casey groaned at his sucky-hot littleness.

"Maple," Dante whispered, satisfied. "You both taste like maple."

Not wanting to shoot my load – and oh God, I was close – I pulled
Dante's head from my cock, as much as it killed me.

"Lay down," I told him. "Lay down on my bed, Dant. Let us make you feel
good."

Smiling, he nodded, got up off his knees, went to the bed and flopped down
quickly on his back. Like a ragdoll. Like an obedient faint. He wiggled his
legs and butt and scooted up farther in the bed Casey and I were on him in
a second.

"Hey, you guys," he giggled. "Slow down, that tickles!"

But it was too late for tickle considerations. We were already on him like
vultures. Like vampires.

We both opened wide and went for his impressive little boycock at the same
time, and we didn't even care that our tongues met in the middle. He tasted
like almonds, like peanut brittle, like peanut butter Captain Crunch. His
dick was amazing.

His hairless V smelled like nacho cheese Doritos. Faintly, sweetly, cheesy,
spicy. His dick and balls and hairless public region tasted like salt and
syrup. Mrs. Butterworth. Aunt Jemima, I thought inappropriately.

And then it just tasted like spit. My spit, Casey's spit, mingling saliva,
in and out of each other's mouths as we licked and sucked and battled for
his stand-up prize, sharing, competing, tongue-bathing him completely.

Casey wet a finger full of spit and slowly pushed it up Dante's asshole.

"Sssssss!" hissed Dante. "Go slower in there. Go slower at first!"

"Lift his legs," Casey nudged me, disregarding Dante's yield, and pushing
it into him slowly and steadily.

"Sometimes you just have to keep going," he told me once. "They wanna say
stop, but stop's not good for them. You just have to keep pushing forward."

I was so hard thinking of that, I was afraid I might cum.


"Lift his legs up and eat him out while I finger fuck him," Casey ordered,
and it didn't take long for me to comply. I was hungry for that kid's ass
like the last kid in the lunch line.

I pushed Dante's legs up and his sweet, pink starfish came into view.

A scent rose up, musky and sweet, like french dressing and root beer
barrels.

His sweetass smelled like root beer candy. I was on it in a minute, diving
down, licking him passionately. My tongue was french kissing his wet little
boyhole. It was bitter and coppery-sweet. Like pennies and
dandelions. Nickels. And heaven.

As I licked him, I watched Casey's finger go in, deeper and deeper until it
was last-knuckle deep.

"You like that, huh?" he whispered to Dante. "You like it when it goes
deep-in like that?"

"Yeah," Dante whispered in return, his eyes rolling back in his head, then
closing his eyes as his back arched widely, pushing more of his ass onto
Casey's finger. He sighed and twisted back up against it.

"You're fucking my shit nuzz," he moaned as he twisted. "You're past the
second lock. You got it in there good now."

Casey grabbed the tube of lube from my dresser and re-lubed his middle
finger. Pushed it back in again and made Dante feel it. Dante moaned. He
was getting good and properly finger-fucked now.

"Does your brother do this to you, Dant?" Casey whispered quietly as he
twisted it in and out of the boy.

"Uh-huh," mumbled Dante, lost in his bliss.

"Tell us what your brother does."

"Fingers my nuzz."

A whisper. A dream.

"Say it again, Dante, Tell us what he does to you.."

"He fingers my nuzz. He sticks his finger up inside me. To get me ready. To
get me ready so he can bust up my butt. Deep like that, only harder."

"Harder?" Casey asked. "Like this?" He shoved it
forward. Deeply. Aggressively.

"Nnngh," grunted Dante. "Oh yeah. Like that."

Casey twisted his finger and Dante writhed and hip-twisted. I could see it
all going so deep in-and-out of him. I could smell richness, and
moan-groans, and buttery boy musk. Like pumpkin and goodness. Butternut
squash.

"Your brother likes fucking his finger up your ass, doesn't he, Dante?"

"Uh-huh."

"He likes sticking his long finger like this, way deep in your nuzz,
doesn't he?"

"Uh-huh."

"Tell us he likes it."

"He likes it."

"Tell us he likes fingering your nuzz."

"He likes fingering my nuzz."

"Tell us what he says about it."

Dante was writhing. In heat as Casey finger fucked him. He reached down to
stroke his own hard dick and we let him.

"He says it's hot inside me," Dante moaned.

"Yeah?" said Casey.

"He says I'm hot like an oven. Like an oven for his cock."

"Oh yeah,' Casey whispered. "You're hot in there, Dante. You're really,
really hot."

"And squidgy inside," Dante whispered to us quietly. "He says I'm all
squidgy in my insides."

"Oh fuck yeah, baby," Casey moaned. "I feel you, Dante. You're all squidgy
in there."

I sat there stroking my hard cock, watching Dante stroke his. Casey's dick
had a big bead of pre-cum on the tip as shared this sacred moment,
breathing deeply, enjoying the sights and smells of Dante's cunt, watching
Casey's long finger slide in and out of that chocolate-caramel treasure.

Casey nodded toward the lube tube. He made a motion for me to grease up and
fuck the kid. I quickly complied and slathered my cock with slippery stuff,
waiting for my cue.

"I bet your brother fucks you good, doesn't he, Dant?" Casey teased.

"Oh yeah," Dante whispered, his eyes still closed.

"He fucks you good with that long, black cock."

"Oh yeah," Dante mumbled. He was whimpering and dreamlike.

"We're gonna fuck you really good, Dant."

"Oh yeah," he whispered.

"You ready to get fucked really good? Really hard?"

"Oh yeah," he repeated.

"Bri's gonna fuck you first, is that okay, Dant."

Dante opened up his eyes and looked right into mine. He ooked down and saw
me stroking my big cock with that freshly-added lube.

"Oh yeah," he nodded at me. "I'm ready for you, Bri. I'm ready for some
cock."

"You want it, Dant?" Casey teased him, and Dante whimpered and nodded. "You
want that fat cock of Bri's up your squidgy little nuzz?"

Dante nodded. Swallowed. Arched his back up. Spread his legs farther
apart. Whimpered for me.

Casey leaned down and kissed his forehead. Dante shivered. Kissed his
little lips. He shivered again. Licked his tongue across his lower lip and
nibbled it. Nipped it. Bit it just a little. Dante whimpered, keening, so
ready for what was coming next.

"You ready for Brian to fuck you now, Dante?"

"Oh yeah," Dante whined like a little lost puppy. "Stick it in me,
Bri. Stick in in my nuzz," he begged in a pitiful whisper. "Bust inside
me. Do it good."

I lined up, pushed Dante's legs further up in the air and his knees up into
his shoulders. I touched my cock to heaven's gate and memorized it there,
staring at it, mushroom fat against his tiny little pink spot.

Then I pushed it steadily and watched it slide in, an inch, then another,
then a slight tight resistance, a loosening, a release, and then suddenly,
a gentle whoosh, and ohhhhhh, so good, a relief, a breaching, and then all
the way in.

"Ohhhh yeahhhh," Dante groaned as my dick filled him up. "It's in me now,
Bri. It's in me all the way."

"Atta boy, Barrett," Casey said quietly, respectfully. "You know what he
needs now. Give him some cock. Fuck him the same way you know I fuck you."

Slowly, no hurry at all, I slid my hard penis in and out of Dante's
twitching rectum. Casey leaned down into the little boy's ball sack and
licked his little nuts. Licked his taint at the junction of where my cock
and Dante's asshole met.

"Oh fuck," I heard Casey whisper. "Oh fuck you guys taste good." He was
lubed up now, stroking his own hard cock, knowing I wouldn't last long in
this little boy.

"Don't pee," Dante warned me quietly. "Please don't pee in me, okay?"

"Don't worry," I whispered gently. "I won't pee in you, Dante, I promise."

"He won't mess you up with piss, Dant," Casey promised softly. "He's just
gonna cream up your insides. Would you like that, huh? Some of his cum in
your hole now? Let him bust up inside you?"

Dante moaned. I picked my pace.

"Not gonna last," I whispered to Casey. "Trying to, man, but I'm not gonna
make it..."

"That's okay, Barrett," Casey said in a low voice. "Give him your
load. Bust it up his beautiful nuzz."

"Please," Dante whispered, pumping back against me. "Bust in me, man. Shoot
your scud up inside me. I really, really want it."

He grabbed my ass, he kneaded, he squeezed and he pulled me deeply far into
his asshole.

"Oh, fuck," I grunted. "Oh, fuck. OH..NNNNNNGGGGGGGGHHHHHH!"

I let myself go, fired it all loose with a hundred firework displays of
blessed release, and I blasted my cream right up his twitching, gyrating
ass. His squidgy-sucking ass.

Dante's ass absolutely gulped at my cum, and he wiggled back against me
wildly while I shot my big load up inside him. Gyrating, mashing it around,
getting himself sticky in my mess, I could feel us smearing in my jizz,
dripping it back out, swirling his assgate on my cockshaft like a stir
stick. Stirring it in good.

"Oh fuck," Casey said. "Look at him twist on it, Barrett. That is so
fucking hot. Oh my God, he's just twisting. Oh fuck. It's running out of
his hole."

Casey bent down immediately and licked at it. At his taint. At his
balls. At the base of my cock which made me see fireflies. It made me arch
up with a wild tickle shiver.

I pulled my spent dick out and watched a strand of clear ooze stretch from
Dante's ass right up to my cock tip, then snap off with a splatter onto his
left ass cheek.

His hole was wide open and leaking semen. I could see his heartbeat in it.

I leaned down to lick his balls. I ate his ass greedily. I licked my
spilled semen off the bottom of his ball sack and the copper-open pucker
ring of his tangy-flavored fuckhole.

Casey was re-lubing his own hard dick with a fresh dollop of slippery stuff
he squeezed from the tube.

I put my cock up to Dante's mouth and told him to clean it off.

He did. He sucked my cock good.

"That's a good boy," I told him. "Clean it all off. Make it all shiny for
me."

He cleaned off the stickiness. My cum, the lube, his ass flavor. He ate it
all up while my cock, half-soft, rolled circles inside his wet little
mouth.

I could tell by the look in Casey's eyes, he was ready to blow. I've seen
that look all year. He needed ass. He needed it now.

"On your feet, Dante," Casey said with command.

Dante look surprised. He looked dazed and numb. But he quickly sat up.

"Bend over the bed," Casey told him, taking his hand and pulling him
forward. "Get over the bed with your ass in the air. Show me that nuzz. I'm
gonna bust up that thing."

Dante did as he was told. Rolled over, scooted down, bent over the bed,
spreading his ass cheeks wide apart with his hands, presenting his oozing
back door to Casey.

"Oh yeah," Casey said, taking a look at Dante's cum dripping honey
hole. "Look at that ass. I'm gonna fuck that sweet ass good."

"Fuck it as hard as you want it," Dante said, putting the dare back in his
voice. "I can take it. I won't break."

Casey took him up on the offer. Lined up his big dick, paused for a moment
to appreciate the view, then bore forward and in one, long push.

He slid it into Dante in one swift motion that made Dante gasp out.

He grabbed the sheets, surprised by the speed of the intrusion, but then
quickly relaxed as Casey grabbed his left hip in one hand and his neck in
the other and slowly began to doggie-style fuck him with the care of a
master. Little Dante's cock was still rock hard and pointing up to his
tummy.

"Get your mouth on him, Barrett," Casey ordered. "Suck his little bone
while I deep fuck him."

Dante's little bone wasn't so little, and between the awkward angle and the
pounding Casey was giving him, it was all I could do to get it in my mouth
without giving myself a black eye.

Dante moaned as I took his cock in my mouth, and I could tell by his moans
and whimpers and uncoordinated jerk-humping, he didn't know which way he
wanted to fuck – forwards toward me to ram his cock in my throat, or
backwards toward Casey to get more dick up his ass.

Luckily, Casey took the decision-making out of his hands, and I could tell
he wasn't going to last long.

"Fuck, this ass is tight," he growled. "You're gonna get some real scud up
this shithole now, kid."

"Yeah," Dante hissed dirtily. "That's the way to do it. Fuck your scud up
my hole. Fuck your dick up my nuzz. Bust in my ass, you big nasty COCK."

Fuck that was hot. He needed no more. Casey grabbed him by both hips and I
knew he was gonna blow.

"Fucking little dirty boy," Casey grunted. "Nnngh! Gonna show you what a
little dirty boy gets."

"Yeah," Dante dared him. "Bust in me good, you fucker."

Damn. Casey pumped another five or six times, bucked really hard, rammed
forward so hard it knocked Dante over on the bed, laid down on top of him,
full weight, pumped again, ram-locked hips, and BAM, creamed his ass like
there was no tomorrow.

"FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKK!" Casey grunted loudly, through shivering teeth. "Oh
fuck, OH FUCK that's some ass!" I could actually see him quiver and jerk,
lost and epileptic as he started grunting his baby-makers up Dante's sweet
cunt.

"Oh, fuck," Dante hissed, his little boy treble a sweet, dirty deep
note. "I feel your dirty hot scud going all up in my shit nuzz. Oh fuck
yeah, man. You busted in me GOOD."

Casey had beads of sweat on his forehead and was breathing heavily. Trying
to come back to earth again. Heart pounding. Climbing down the mountaintop
from heaven.

"Oh man," I told him respectfully. "You really creamed him good. Look at
him. He's shaking."

And Dante sure was. His shoulders were twitching. He gave an involuntary
shudder. Two hot loads in a row. Damn that kid's ass was a treasure
house. His brother in college should be thanking his lucky stars he gets to
come home to that fuckbox, for sure.

Casey groaned and shivered himself. "Fuck," he whispered. "I can't even
talk."

He giggled then. At least I think it was a giggle. It could have been a
prayer. A little prayer of gratitude.

"Fuck, that was hot," I told him, watching him grind and ream the last
drops in before he pulled it out with a moan from Dante and a satisfied
plop. Dante's ass was wide open now, red and empty and bubbling jizz.

"You guys bust fast," Dante said, panting. "Jesus, how much did you put in
me down there?"

He pushed out, and some air escaped, along with a bubbly white froth of two
loads of semen, which started running down his leg.

"Oh man," he moaned. "I gotta fuck somebody."

He wiped a big wad of cum off his leg and smeared it all over his cock
shaft like lube, looking eager.

My eyebrow shot up. We didn't expect this part, exactly.

"Which one of you guys is gonna let me bust a load in your nuzz?" he said
casually, like he was asking what time it was.

I looked at Casey and Casey looked at me. We both shrugged.

We didn't exactly expect it, but hey, turnabout's fair play, I guess.

Used to being the bottom in this math equation, I laid down on my stomach
and spread my legs for Dante.

Casey grabbed the lube tube and fingered some up my ass like he'd done so
many times this past year. His finger inside me was an old familiar friend.

"You need some extra lube on your cock, Dant?" Casey asked him.

"Nah," Dante said coolly. "I'm smeared some scud on my cock. I'm gonna bust
you guys with your own scud. Him first and then you. I'm gonna scud fuck
you bitches up the ass."

"Holy fuck," Casey whispered, mesmerized.

I didn't care. I just wanted to get fucked. I didn't care if he was nine
and already as big as me. I just wanted him to fuck me.

Dante spread our combined jizz wads on his dick, fingered a smidge into my
ass for good measure, and laying down with his full body weight,
power-cocked his dick into me, dead center, faster than I thought humanly
possible, right to the hilt and with very little politeness.

"Oh shit!" I gasped. "Slow down, Dant! Oh shit, man, slow down!" He was not
being gentle about this at all. Mother of God.

"You didn't slow down in me, did you Bri?" he grunted.

I could hear him giggle and Casey sort of joined him. Made a soft laughing
sound, like air escaping.

But then it started to feel so good, so I didn't even care. Let them
giggle. This little boy was fucking me good. I give him credit, man. He
turned the tables and put me in my place in no time. Damn, it felt good
letting this little kid fuck me. I felt totally humbled and felt really,
really good about it. The most natural thing in the world. I never would
have guessed.

And man, that kid could fuck. His cock was already as big as mine, and only
half a hair shorter than Casey's, and fuck, we were five years older than
him.

He was going to be downright dangerous with that thing by the time he
turned my age. He was gonna have a fucking anaconda in his pants someday.

"It's twoo, it's twoo," the Blazing Saddles lady said in my mind again.

Dante fucked it in and out of me for a good two minutes, and when he needed
more lube, he actually reached around to his own backside, air-farted more
out of his own creamed ass, re-wet his dick and stuck it back in me.

Holy fuck. I was getting fucked by a 9-year-old with the
combination-cumloads Casey and I just shot up inside him. The dirtiness of
that, the sickness, the sexiness had me hard as a rock as he ground his
little missile up my shit tube. I thought I was gonna make babies in the
mattress.

"Watch me," Dante said to Casey. "I'm gonna bust in his ass. Watch how he
likes it."

I was hard as a rock, hearing him talk about me like that. Bragging to
Casey, like I wasn't even there. I moaned in spite of myself. Wanted to
give it all up and be a bitch for him. Wanted him to own me.

He picked up his pace, and I got really excited. There was nothing I could
do but just lay there on my belly and take it. It hurt. He was fucking me
hard now, and the friction was imposible.

I couldn't even reach my own dick. I could only lay there and get
fucked. Total bottom. Total surrender to this little boy. And I found out I
liked it. I liked it a lot. He was fucking me every bit as hard as Casey
did, and it hurt in a good way, and before I knew it, he was just
jack-rabbit fucking my hole while I gritted my teeth, picking up his pace,
ready to get his nut. Ready to fucking bust in me.

"Oh yeah, man," he grunted. And then he just fuck-punched me with his
little long cock. Actually rammed it into me so hard it took the breath out
of my lungs. I gasped and praised Jesus for the cum that was about to
happen.

"Here it comes, bitch! Gonna bust in your nuzz! Gonna piss my hot scudload
right up your squidgy little nuzz! NNNGHHHH! UNNNGHHHHHH!!!! Take it bitch!
Here comes all of it!"

"AHHHHHHHHHNNNGGG!!!!!!!!!!"

And with that, he fell on top of me, shaking and twitching, ramming and
cursing. I could feel his penis jerking up and down inside of me, buried to
the hilt, owning me to the core.

I didn't know if he had a wet cum or a dry one, but it sure went deep when
he jabbed it in me. I sure felt it, big as anyone. My ass lips were numb
and my prostate was pulsing. It felt so good, I couldn't even describe it,
to have this little boy use me this way. I found myself moaning, actually
whining that it was over. "Do it again," I wanted to beg him. "Please,
little Dante. Do it again."

Oh fuck. I don't know what Dante's big brother was sticking into him on
breaks home from school, but there was no doubt in my mind, Dante was doing
just fine on his own, sticking it back.

"Busted up his nuzz," Dante said proudly to Casey, pulling his dick out and
wiping it off on my ass cheeks.

"You sure did, little man," Casey said, patting him on the back. "You
busted in him good."

"Hey," I grumbled from down on the bed, trying shakily to find my voice
again. "How come he's getting all the congrats? I'm the one down here with
my asshole on fire. A little mazel tov's in order, assholes."

Dante giggled. "Made you my bitch," he bragged.

"Feels like I gave birth to twins," I grumbled. And I was not kidding at
all. Not for a minute. That kid could fuck.

Dante giggled again.

But by that time, his eager fuck and his sweet treble voice had made my
cock as hard as a rock again, and so was Casey's. And, well fuck, dinner
was still at least another hour and a half away, so reaching for the lube
tube, Casey and I decided to flip that cocky little kid over for another
wet slathering and another hard basting and an another holiday round of
"Who's the bully now, bitch?"

And that, my friends, is how Casey and I banged our first black
kid. Numerous times as a matter of fact. And vice-versa as my still-sore
ass can attest to. Dante Moore was our caramel brulee. Our peppermint
mocha. Our mocha soy latte with a squidgy little nuzz at the end. Room for
cream, my friends. Cinnamon and cocoa powder and ohhh, room for cream.

Between our before-dinner icebreakers and our after-dinner "Xbox rematch"
(pfft, yeah right), while the grown-ups talked shop and lived their
wine-induced nonsense downstairs, Thanksgiving wasn't over until Casey and
I each put three more loads up Dante's bottom.

And Dante put a few more buns in our ovens too.

That little black kid went home smiling with a raw, red dick and a raw, red
asshole along with his doggie bag of leftovers, that's for sure.

# # # # # # # # # # # # # # #

You know the old saying. Once you go black, you'll never go back.

Well, I know for sure that's not true now, because after Dante moved back
to Georgia the next week, Casey and I went right back to fucking and
sucking each other like we've always done, just as comfortably Caucasian as
ever.

I mean, a dick's still a dick when it comes right down to it. Lighten up
and see beyond race, people. Chocolate minxes, lily white minxes. It's all
the same in Balls-and-Assland. Be a little color blind, people. Open a new
window

However, I will say this:

Casey and I did fuck a little more enthusiastically for many months after
Dante came and went, because we were both all horned-up remembering his
sweet-caramel pucker, and the way we creamed inside his squidgy little
nuzz.

And how he powerfucked us both, not once, but several times, proud as punch
to bust in our asses.

Three words I never thought I'd add to my regular vocabulary: squidgy, bust
and nuzz. But I did. And now I use them all the time.

More than once, Casey and I role-played "Bust up Dante's Squidgy Little
Nuzz," and we both took turns acting out fucking him, and man, that was
hot. Georgia's lucky if you ask me. They got a real firecracker back.

So anyway, Happy Thanksgiving everybody. I hope you get your favorite piece
this year. Piece of turkey, that is.

You know what I mean.

Perverts.

As for me and Casey, we'll see you again in another year, I guess. We'll be
15 next year with bigger cocks and a whole lot more experience. I wonder
what that'll mean here in the world of the masturbatory sequel. I almost
can't wait to find out.

My mom and dad are always inviting people over for the holidays at our
house, and I've got a private bedroom way upstairs, way at the end of the
hall with a lock on the door, and while the adults are distracted hanging
out in the dining room, laughing, talking, drinking their wine, they're
just glad we're upstairs, quiet and out of their way.

Meanwhile we're up there, fucking like Miles Standish at the first Indian
picnic when you could still nail a 9-year-old Indian boy for a small sack
of beads.

Which is why, thanks to that big happy lock on my door, Casey and I can get
up to just about anything or anybody when Thanksgiving rolls around. And
hey, why not tell you about it, right? That's what the holidays are
for. That happy sense of sharing.

I wonder who it'll be next year, and I wonder what we'll do with him?

I wouldn't mind messing around and rubbing some little boy's cock with a
dish of that lame cranberry sauce nobody eats otherwise. Or maybe a little
pumpkin pie smeared in some cute little 11-year-old's ass crack so Casey
and I can lick it back out again.

That might be fun and messy and hot.

You wanna come over? You get fun and messy and hot with me and Casey? Tell
me what you want to do to us. I dare you.

Aw, crap. Gotta go. Mom's calling.

Take care of yourselves, gobblers.

Casey and I will see you next year.

I hope your Thanksgiving's all that you hope for. I hope you don't leave
the table until you're stuffed and satisfied. Or until you've stuffed and
satisfied somebody else, young and tender and fresh out of the oven, just
like me.

Gobble-gobble, squidgy bitches.

I've got some white meat for you.

Love, Bri

via z.blake@mail.com

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Based on characters created by my alter-ego David Lemmaire in "Brian & The
Bad Boy" (Nifty Young Friends, January 2000), and with a huge nod of thanks
to RickTheDick for his story "Little Black Boy's Bitch," (Nifty
Interracial, November 2004). Rick's story introduced me to the
deliciously-nasty, load-splattering verb "bust" in a way I fixated-on
immediately, and haven't been able to shake all these 11 years later. Long
enough for a brand new boy to come of age.

http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/interracial/little-black-boys-bitch/

Thanks, Rick. Still an awesome story. Kudos to you man, if you're still out
there. One of my all-time favorites I recommend to fellow readers all the
time.  –Z.

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