Date: Wed, 23 Nov 2016 09:53:27 +0100 (CET)
From: z.blake@tutanota.com
Subject: Gobble Gobble 3

GOBBLE GOBBLE 3:
WISHBONE
By Zachyboy
t/t/t, oral, anal

Good heavens. Have I really been adding to this story for three
Thanskgivings in a row now? That's just gluttonous, if you ask me. As far
as expendable sequels go, there hasn't been this much superfluous holiday
stuffing since Miles Standish and Patricia Arquette came over on the
Mayflower.

Anyhoo, be that as it may, this story is a work of fiction. It involves
three boys, their penises, their butts, a Thanksgiving turkey, a rather
messy piece of pumpkin pie this year, and their ridiculously rechargeable
amounts of semen. Suspension of disbelief will perhaps be required.

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 gravy.

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Cast
Brian Barrett, now 15
Casey Renning, now 15
Gareth "Wish" Wisherton, only 13, but far from naïve, and ready to do
some basting of his own.

Take it away, Brian. Your third Thanksgiving special awaits you.

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Jesus. Thanks, Zach. How do I top that intro? Well, I guess I better tell
you about the boy we fucked for Thanksgiving this year. Some people like to
go over the details of the meal when it's over. Compare notes on the side
dishes. Me and Casey? We like to recap the boy fucking that goes on up in
my bedroom while the grownups talk downstairs. When my mom hauls out the
cranberry liqueur for the guests, it's time to take their sons upstairs and
nail them up the woofer.

So, to catch you up in case, you know, you can't hit the back button and
read two prior chapters for yourself, two years ago, I told you about my
childhood bully Casey fucking me, and how I sort of learned to like him,
the big jerk.

And last year, I told you about me and Casey fucking that cute little black
kid Dante up the squidgy little nuzz (his words, not mine), which drew a
suprising amount of sexy reader mail from the Baptist community, of all
places.

And this year it's going to be 13-year-old Garrett "Wish" Wisherton, whom I
sprang on Casey at the food court at the mall, three days prior to our
annual Thanksgiving dinner holiday coitus.

In other words, on with the show, as Zachy likes to say. Aren't you glad he
writes all this shit down?

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"Whoa, whoa, whoa," Casey said, picking at his orange chicken from Panda
Express. "Gareth What Whatington?"

"Gareth Wish Wisherton," I repeated, slurping my strawberry banana smoothie
from Hot Dog on a Stick. "I'll give you a hot dog on a stick," I felt like
saying to nobody in particular. I hadn't jacked off yet today and I was
dying to cum.

"Jesus, poor kid," said Casey. "Blabby Blab Blabbington?"

"Well, you know how it goes," I told him. "My family's from back east. They
all do those stupid echo names out there. They're seriously not very
creative. Morty Mortenson. Stiney Steinberg. This poor kid's name is Wish
Wisherton.

"Sheesh," Cashey sighed. "So fucking unfortunate."

"Gets worse," I told him. "His dad's Big Wish Wisherton. The kid's Little
Wish Wisherton."

"Jesus," Casey shook his head. "Poor kid's never gonna get laid."

"Ehhh, it's back east," I told him. "Girls'll fuck anybody."

"Fair enough." he nodded, with hope in his heart after all.

We boy-watched in the food court a little longer. Casey started to get a
little excited when a particularly cute little 7-year-old walked by our
table on the way to the restroom, seemingly unattended.

"Come on," he nudged me. "Let's follow him in and see if he needs any help
wiping."

"You're such a pig," I grinned, but I was secretly impressed.

Casey just shrugged.

He was a perv all right, and that's why I loved him.

Not boyfriend love or anything overly-gay. Just regular
take-it-up-the-butt-love. I mean, when you're two horny 15-year-olds, you
can almost pretend you're still straight when you're just fucking each
other's asses for recreation, not romance.

Casey and I pretended we were still straight about 300 times this year. He
pretended about 200 times up my ass and I pretended about a hundred times
up his.

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Thanksgiving took place at our house like it always did. My mom and dad
were there. Casey and his parents were there. And this year's
adopt-a-family from my dad's endless supply of turkey day freeloaders from
work appeared to be Mr. Gareth Wisherton Sr. (Big Wish) and young master
Gareth Wisherton Jr. (Little Wish), and Mrs. Somebody Wishyass Wishmother,
whose name I didn't catch.

"Hey, Wish," Casey said to the kid, after all the coats were off and the
parents were already talking and headed for the cocktails. "You want to
come up and hang out in Brian's room before dinner?"

Casey winked at me.

Little Wish, a 13-year-old brown-haired skinny, wiry kid said, "Sure. What
the fuck. Let's go."

Casey blinked, temporarily caught offguard by the kid's lip.

"Um, Bri's got some great games we can play up there, doncha Barrett?"

I nodded. "Great games," I said. "Only the best."

"I bet," Wish said, looking Casey right in the eye. "I've heard about some
of those games, fuckers."

Casey's eyebrow shot up in a fairly good Vulcan impersonation while Wish
took the lead and tromped up the stairs, leaving us dumbstruck. We're not
used to the butt victim taking the lead at Thanksgiving. This was a new one
for us.

"Oh well," I shrugged. "Word gets out. I told you to keep this shit off
Nifty."

Casey shrugged.

We followed Wish up, admired his tight little ass on the stairway, showed
him which room was mine, ushered him in, and locked the fucking door.

Lickity split.

Let the holiday begin.

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"So I hear you guys cornhole kids a lot up here," Wish shrugged, looking
around the room.

"What?" I said, all silly innocence. "What do you mean. Cornhole who?"

"Aw, skip the prelims," Wish said cooly. "Little Dante's my neighbor,
bitches. Shit. I've cornholed that kid about 90 times. He told me you both
blasted up his nuzz last Thanksgiving."

Casey smiled. "That we did," he shrugged. "And I can't say he complained a
whole lot."

"Mmm-hmm," Wish nodded thoughtfully. "Thanksgivings at this house are kinda
famous now."

I shrugged sheepishly. "It's good to be appreciated."

"So, you guys want to ass-fuck or not," Wish said, unhooking his belt and
sliding his pants down.

"Jesus," Casey whistled. "We're going to be done in time for the opening
kickoff. Finally."

We all got busy taking our pants and underwear off. There's no real
formality when boys-in-the-know shuck to get their game on. No sense being
coy about it.

"Nice dick, Wish," Casey said.

"Thanks," Wish said. "Bitches call it the wishbone, cuz they all want it."

"You fuck girls, Wish?" I asked him.

"Fuck yeah," he bragged quietly, giving his boner a flick. "Boys are just
time-passers. Pussy's the real deal."

"Oh, absolutely," Casey said patronizingly. "We'd all way rather fuck
pussy, right Barrett?"

I nodded. "Oh, yeah, sure, of course."

Pfft.

"All right," Casey barked. "Somebody get the lotion out and bend over for
my cock."

That's what I love about Casey. Always the subtle gentleman.

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Well, it turns out, Wish wanted first dibs, so before I knew it, I was down
on my knees bending in front of the kid, getting a taste of his wishbone
first hand.

And I gotta tell you, it wasn't half bad.

Wish's dick at 13-and-growing was about 4-inches of sweet, skinny
cock. Just a tiny smattering of pubes up top to tickle my nose and fill my
nostrils with a heady smell when I started sucking him. He was a day past a
shower and things were smelling pretty cock-musky in my humble opinion,
which is always a plus in my cocksucking book.

"Awww, yeah, Brian," he taunted. "Suck that big fat cock you little whore
bitch."

Jesus. This kid had a mouth on him. I was somewhat tempted to bite. Then
maybe flip him over and spank his little ass.

But, what can I say. His dick tasted good and I was in a generous holiday
mood. Plus, when a kid comes over for Thanksgiving, you like to make him
feel welcome, so I latched on, gave him the full suction-and-tongue
treatment and even put up with him graciously when he grabbed two tufts of
my hair in his hand and started throat-fucking me like a guy with a
jackhammer putting in new waterproof cable conduits up and down 32nd
Street.

"Damn, Wish," Casey said admiringly as he watched the kid skull fuck
me. "You don't bother with the slow stuff."

"Bend him over," Wish grunted. "I'm about to make some wishes up this
bitch's corn hole."

Well. I'm no stranger to taking dick up the butt, but it was kind of
presumptuous for this 13-year-old newcomer to be calling the shots all
cocky and smart-ass at me. But a quick look at Casey was all the eye
contact I needed. He flashed me a look I immediately understood as, "Ehh,
don't worry. Let the kid cum up your ass and take the edge off. We'll make
him pay the piper for his smart lip."

And oh, how I love it when the piper gets paid.

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So I let Little Wish ram his 13-year-old cock up my hole like a
first-grader sans Ritalin. No style at all. He just mounted up and fucked
me like this year's season finale of The Flash.

"Fuck! You make a nice girl, Brian," he grunted as he fucked me. He reached
around and squeezed my chest while he did me me doggie. "I'm pretending I'm
fucking your pussy and squeezing your sexy titties."

"Whatever," I shrugged. Honestly, I was getting bored. Littler kids who
think they're a red hot fuck are usually sorely disappointed when they bang
their first girl and cum too fast, learning from an eye roll and
exasperated sigh they're not so skilled at fucking after all.

Such was the case with Wish. He was in my ass for about 15 more seconds
before he was already panting and gasping and wheezing and shaking and
saying "Oh yeah, oh yeah, cream that hot little pussy," and gyrating his
pencil-dick into my guts, goobering out whatever little cum wad he had to
offer.

I wasn't impressed, and neither was Casey.

"Well, that was anticlimactic," Casey yawned, looking at his watch. "I
think that took you, what, all of 45 seconds in there, Wish? Jesus. I've
taken pisses that lasted longer than that one, buddy. You really need to
pace yourself."

"Couldn't help it," Wish whispered. "Bitch had a tight pussy."

"All right," I warned him. "Knock off the bitch stuff, kiddo. First of all,
I'm older than you. Second of all, you're white. You're embarrassing
yourself."

"Ha!" he giggled, pulling his cock out of me and wiping it twice on my butt
cheek. I air-farted, and a tiny bit of his semen burbled out.

"Ewww," he said. "My load's gooping out of you."

"Load's a bit of an overreach there, Skippy," I assured him.

"You mind, Barrett?" Casey asked me, staring at what goop he could spot.

"Be my guest," I said, securing better leg purchase on the bed and offering
up my ass.

Casey leaned his face down, felched the kid's meager cum out of my butt,
leaving Wish wide-eyed and bushy-tailed, appalled to the teeth, and all
sorts of interested. You could see him taking notes in his mind for his
next time he messed around with Dante. I don't think it occurred to him
that cum's still edible after you put it up somebody's ass.

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We took a quick break for a Diet Dr. Pepper. I've got a mini fridge up in
my bedroom, which makes me one of the coolest and most sought-after kids in
the neighborhood. (Well, that and the easy lay). And while we sipped our
drinks, Wish told us about the first kid who sucked his wishbone.

"My little cousin Alex," he said, burping and wiping the fuck sweat off his
upper lip. "I was 10, Alex was 5. I tricked him into it. I told him Sprite
comes out of my dick at the end."

"Wow," I said. "And he bought that?"

"Yeah," Wish shrugged. "His mom doesn't let him have soda. I think he knew
it was a long shot, but he wasn't taking a chance on missing it."

"Did Sprite come out?" Casey asked, fake serious.

"Nah," said Wish. "A few squirts of piss. But he was a good sport about
it."

"Nice kid," I nodded. "Maybe we'll have him over for Thanksgiving next
year."

Casey grinned. "See what we can squirt in him?"

"Two wishbones for the price of one," I nodded, burped Dr. P, and threw my
can out of the way.

"He's a tight little fuck," Wish said casually. "He's 8 now and lets me in
him all the time."

"Hmmm," I said. "Remind me to get this kid's family on the guest list."

"I'd really like to fuck his little sister," Wish said. "She's 7."

"Damn, Wish," Casey said. "You like `em young, don't you?"

"You know what they say," Wish said. "The less hair you see down there, the
sweeter the skin tastes."

I don't know if anybody really says that, I thought, but I couldn't
disagree with him on general principle. His hypothesis seemed sound.

Oh well. Enough foreshadowing next year's chapter.

It was time to fuck the guest.

We had 45 minutes before the turkey came out of the oven.

You hate to be late and smelling like butt sex when you come down for
dinner.

We had 40 minutes to fuck and 5 minutes to tidy up.

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Wish sucked me off first, and he was pretty damn good at it.

There are certain younger boys you know right away you're going to have to
say "watch the teeth" at some point, and then there are certain younger
boys who learned how to watch the teeth a whole long time ago, and Wish was
the latter.

He hoovered onto me like a wood tick in a national park, and while my
respectable 5-incher isn't going to win any gagging awards, he took me to
the root with minimal effort. Sure enough, sports fans, this was a kid
who's gobbled a meat pole before, mark my words. Like we say in the header
cocksuckers...gobble gobble.

After I came in Wish's throat and he swallowed it all down cooperatively,
he got into position to suck Casey off and Casey said, "Uh-uh, get off your
knees and get up on the bed. You're getting this big daddy right up your
cunt, Skippy."

"Aw, no. That's okay," Wish blushed. "I don't take any dick up my ass. I
just suck."

"That's not quite the answer I'm looking for," Casey said firmly, and then
he just stood there. Not speaking. Not breaking eye contact.

Wish chuckled nervously.

Don't blink first, Wish. Don't blink first.

"Um, I really don't like it in my butt," Wish said quietly.

Aw, I grinned internally. Wish blinked first.

Casey smiled.

"Oh, I didn't say you had to LIKE it in your butt," he shrugged. "I just
said you have to TAKE it in your butt. There's a subtle difference."

Wish gulped.

I beamed.

Who's the pussy now, bitch?

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Casey wanted to fuck him ASAFP, but I made him stop while I licked the
kid's ass a little. I'm kinda into that part. Why waste the fresh flavor,
right?

Also, I smuggled up a piece of Trudy's pumpkin pie. My mom makes killer
desserts. I fingered a little of it up Wish's asshole and ate it back
out. Then I smeared a whole fucking wad on his asshole and started pushing
it up his clencher for Casey-lube.

"Oh wow," he whispered. "It actually tingles."

"Cloves," Casey told him. "Allspice. It's tingly."

"Shut up," I said, jacking off and ramming my dick in his mouth.

I fed Wish another load out of my cock when I was ready to shoot, then told
him "sorry about this next part," because I was fairly certain Casey was
ready to fuck him unplesantly hard. That's basically what happens when
you're 13 and smart off too much and Casey decides he wants to fuck the
politeness back into you. That's what happened to me anyway, two
Thanksgivings ago. And look how I turned out. I'm a seasonal sequel.

Wish was about to join the club.

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Toward the end of Casey's really demanding ass fuck, when Wish stopped
wincing, whimpering and biting down on the pillow, Casey picked up the pace
a little, just to teach the kid his manners and send him down to the dinner
table a little bit humbled. Casey was good at that. Teaching a boy
humility.

"So, how do you like this big wishbone, little man?" he taunted. I watched
his thick cock going in and out of Wish's puffy red asshole while I jacked
off in front of Wish's face, occasionally smearing my pre-cum on his lips,
as he dutifully licked it off.

Casey pulled out only briefly to lube his cock with more of my mom's
pumpkin pie before ramming it back in, and I've never smelled such a
delicious mixture of pumpkin, teen cock and boy ass in all my life.

"Ever wish you'd get one of these big fat pumpkin cocks up your sweet
little corn hole, Wish?"

"No." Grunt. "Not really." Grunt.

At least the kid was honest. Casey likes honesty.

"Wish you were a girl so it didn't hurt so much?" Casey asked him.

"Yeah," Wish peeped.

"What's that?" Casey grinned.

"Yeah," he sighed, defeated and fucked.

"Tell me that you wish for it," Casey smiled as he fucked him. "Tell me you
wish you were my little girl."

"I wish I was your little girl," Wish said quietly.

"A little louder, sweetie. I can't quite hear you over the sound of my dick
making you pregnant."

"I wish I was your little girl," Wish said again. And this time there was
something honest when he said it.

"Well close your eyes and wish hard," Casey grunted through gritted teeth,
"because your cum-filled pussy is about to get splattered."

He jabbed and seized and pounded and thrust and BAM!

"NNNNGGGGGGGGGGHH!!!"

He shot what I knew was a gusher right up Wish's quivering, gobbling,
13-year-old boy cunt.

"Ow," said Wish with the breath knocked out of him. "That's hard. That's a
LOT."

"Nah," I told him. "That was an easy one. You should see how hard he fucks
you if you piss him off."

Wish wiped sweat off his brow with the back of his hand.

He was about to get up and limp off to find his underwear when Casey said,
"Uh-uh. Barrett, hop on up here and get some sloppy seconds. You don't
mind, do you, Wish?"

Wish looked exhausted, but smiled and shrugged. "Only fair, I guess," he
said with weak, resigned duty. That's the best part about boy sex. It's
reciprocal as hell, even if your ass is killing you.

"Look at the boner he's got, Barrett. This kid wants your dick up his ass."

I was happy to oblige.

I fucked Wish doggie style like he'd fucked me, while Casey squatted down
under the kid's hips and sucked his little wishbone to a twitching little
cum drizzle.

"That's the flavor I remember," Casey smiled. "I remember when your cum
tasted all sweet and watery like that, Barrett. Thirteen's a good age for
flavor."

I would have paid more attention to him, but I was five pumps away from
cumming.

"Feel how his ass clenches down when I pinch his little nuts a little,
Barrett."

Casey pinched, Wish half-howled, and his ass tunnel snapped down on my dick
like a mousetrap. That's all it took. I grunted like a grateful madman and
blew a pent-up load of semen up that little kid's cunt so hard I think I'm
still cumming in his butthole, just typing this.

"EEEEEEEEEEEEE!" Wish hollered.

"FUCCCCCCKKKKKKKK!" I growled.

"DAMN!" Casey said. "That was fucking synchronized!"

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Wish limped down the stairs to dinner with a smile on his face and a
promise to come back next weekend to continue his education. He wasn't
nearly such a smart-ass after that first time, and he never called us
bitches again. It's a good, noble thing when you teach a boy his
manners. It's what the holiday spirit is all about. They should teach it in
church, but that would be a different type of story.

"You boys want the wishbone?" my dad said, carving the turkey and holding
it up.

"Aw, no thanks, Mr. Barrett," Casey smiled innocently. "I already got
everything I wished for this Thanksgiving."

"Awwwww," said all the moms at the table.

"That's so sweet," said my mother. "He's such a good boy, that Casey," she
said to Casey's mother.

Meanwhile, Wish smiled weakly and tried not to fart cum bubbles out of his
ass before the pumpkin pie was served. The pumpkin pie that was
mysteriously missing a single, lost piece.

Wish wiggled thoughtfully in his chair. Allspice itches.

Wish came back. And so did Dante. And so did the 8-year-old boy cousin Alex
and his 7-year-old sister what's-her-name. But we'll have to save all those
other stories for another year. These holiday specials drain all the juice
out of me.

Anyway, have a great Thanksgiving, hungry bitches. Casey and I will see you
next year. Until then, gobble-gobble, and be careful what you wish for.

Sometimes the boy you wishbone, might just bone you back.

Love and sloppy seconds,
Your best boy Bri
via z.blake@tutanota.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).

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