Date: Fri, 1 Jan 2016 07:40:17 +0100
From: Zachyboy <z.blake@mail.com>
Subject: Treyden in the Treehouse (Revised)

TREYDEN IN THE TREEHOUSE
By Zachyboy
b/b, oral, anal, interracial

This is a sexy made-up story about a frisky boy who does wiener and booty
things with another frisky boy. So, if you don't like sexy made-up stories,
or frisky boys, or wiener and booty things, or if you're too young to read
about them, or if it's illegal where you live, or ((sigh)), whatever else
we're supposed to put in these disclaimers, then please just go away and
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Leo, Trey and Tarren. On with the show.

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My name's Leo David Martin and I'm white. When I was 12, the one boy I
couldn't stop doing stuff with was Treyden Anthony Walker, the 9-year-old
boy who lived next to me on Willow Street. And he was black.

I'm not sure why they called our street Willow Street. It was long, green
and full of huge maples and oaks, but not a single willow tree to be
found. Maybe they ran out of street before they remembered to put willows
on it. I'm not sure. Anyway, it was Willow Street.

But my treehouse was in a huge maple tree in our front yard. A giant sugar
maple, my dad called it. And it was a big one. So my dad, who knows a lot
about maples and a lot about building stuff, built me a treehouse in
it. And it was the best treehouse in the neighborhood. And it was nice and
private for me and Treyden Anthony Walker.

Trey was always, always, always out in his yard after school, and since I
had the best treehouse in the neighborhood and he didn't have any treehouse
at all, just a bike and a trampoline, I was always calling out of my wooden
window to him, encouraging him to climb up and join me.

My sing-song chant out of the window always went like this, whenever I saw
his cute little 9-year-old chicken legs walking up the sidewalk to see if I
was up in the treehouse. I'd see him coming and I'd lift up the wooden
window slats and I'd call out the window, like the jump rope rhyme:

"Hey! Trey! Whaddya say? I got a nice wonderful game we can play!"

It had a rhythm to it. I made it sound like the girls playing jump rope at
school, when they did:

"Hey! Hey! Whaddya say? I just got back from the U-S-A!"

Only mine was better, because mine was about playing with our wieners and
our booties.

He'd just look up at me and smile his pretty smile and shake his pretty
head.

"Why you always wanna play games with me up in that dumb tree house?" he'd
call up to me. "Why you always wanna play games where I gotta show you my
wiener? And you always showing me yours."

"Aw, come on, Trey. I only unzipped it and showed it to you once. You
didn't even have to touch it!"

He rolled his eyes and looked unconvinced.

"You always wanna play games where you look in my booty!"

Well, that part was true. I was 12. I had a constant boner. And Treyden had
the finest-looking boy booty, white or black, on Willow Street. When it
went walking down the sidewalk, trust me, you stopped, stared, and
respectfully let it go by in silent admiration. Up in the treehouse, you
liked to poke around in it, right up close.

"Aw, come on Trey," I hollered down out of my treehouse window. "I promise
it's not those games today. I promise it's just cards-playing. Or maybe
Yahtzee!"

"Yeah, sure," he grumbled. "Yahtzee with my booty out prolly."

But he was already climbing up the boards to the trapdoor.

I stifled a joyful giggle, unhooked the lock on the trap door and opened it
so Treyden could climb up and join me.

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I don't think it ever occurred to me at 12 years old to pay any attention
to the fact that I was white and Treyden was black.

"African-American," my mom told me. "It's not nice to say black, Leo."

"Why?" I asked her. "Treyden says black!"

"Well, we don't," she said with finality, so in front of her, I guess he
was African-American. As compared to other stuff, I guess. I never asked
her what we were supposed to be called. If black wasn't nice, did that mean
white wasn't nice either? So what were we called then? North-American?
Un-African-American?

I honestly didn't care about the names and the color part. Treyden was just
drop-dead gorgeous, he was my little friend from next door, and he played
sex games with me every day after school. That's all that mattered to me.

And yeah, I admit later it was completely hot seeing my whiter skin against
his darker skin, especially when we started butt-fucking, but his creamy
cocoa brownness was nothing compared to his niceness. His sweetness. His
funny, breathtaking wild-eyed boyishness.

When I called out my sing-song chant, my rhyming patter out of my treehouse
window, he knew exactly what I was calling for and he knew exactly what I
wanted. He wanted it too. The two of us could have been green and orange
for all we cared. He liked me and I liked him, and we both liked sex stuff.

"Hey! Trey! Whaddya say? I got a nice wonderful game we can play!"

So, up he'd climb. Treyden in the treehouse.

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We took it in stages.

I'd lean out my wooden window and call down to him, all excited and horny
for him because the treehouse was private and there was a mattress and
pillow and blanket up there. My mom would let me sleep up there when the
weather was warm enough and I didn't have school the next day.

I'd lean out and look at his pretty little booty marching down the sidewalk
and I'd call down my sing-song.

"Hey! Trey! Whaddya say? I got a nice wonderful game we can play!"

And up he climbed. Treyden in the treehouse.

"Today's game is where we rub our wieners together, Trey."

"Shoot, that's a dumb game," he grumbled, but he was already fishing his
out. His was soft and mine was already hard.

"How come yours always gots a boner?" he asked me seriously.

"It gots one `cause it likes you, Trey. It gots one `cause it's happy to
see your booty."

He giggled.

"Shoot," he said. "You weird, Leo."

But he stuck his dickie forward, jutted his hips out, and giggling and
naughty, we rubbed the tips of our wieners together.

"Feels good," he giggled. "Feels nasty when we rub our wiener cocks."

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"Hey! Trey! Whaddya say? I got a nice wonderful game we can play!"

And up he climbed. Treyden in the treehouse.

"Today's game is where we jack off our wiener cocks, Trey."

"You mean go up and down on `em?" he asked me. "Till they bust out the
tickles?"

"Yep." I said. "You jack mine, then I jack yours."

"Hey," he complained. "How come I gotta jack yours first?"

"Fine," I said, dropping my pants and nodding at him to take his off,
too. "I'll jack you first."

"Good," he said, stepping out of his pants and pulling his undies
down. "You greedy, Leo. You always wanna go first."

I wrapped my hand around his little brown cocklet, probably no more than
three inches hard. Like my dad's thumb, only not as thick.

"Oooh," he shivered as a slowly rubbed it up and down. "That feels nice,
Leo. That feels good."

"It works better with spit juice," I told him.

I licked some spit on my fingers and my thumb and went back to stroking
him.

"Oh yeah," he whispered. "That feels REAL good."

I stroked his little wiener up and down until shaking, legs twitching, he
quickly reached out his hand to steady himself on the wall and got his
shivering little dry-grunts in my lightly-squeezing fingers. I felt his
wiener clench-up and I knew he was done.

"You good?" I asked him?

"Yeah," he sighed.

"Now do me."

My dick was hard. About four-inches and narrow. Longer than his, but about
the same thickness.

He wrapped his little brown hand around it, brown on pink, and slowly
started stroking it back and forth, up and down.

"Spit," I whispered. "Use some spit on it."

He took his hand off, spit in it two times, and put it back on.

"Oh yeah," I whispered. "Oh yeah, Trey. That feels real good. Slippery and
good."

He stopped and smelled his hand. Smelled it and smiled, and then started
jacking me again.

He jacked my dick while I leaned my head back with my eyes closed, and when
my body got shivery and I squirted my two little drops on the floor of the
treehouse, I heard Treyden giggle.

"Oooh," he said, looking at my little jizz drops and sniffing his hand
again. "That's nasty, Leo. That's just NASTY. Plus my hand all smells like
dick now."

I rubbed his head and said, "Smell it all night. Smell it for luck."

He giggled and wiped it on his pants leg.

"Thanks for the jack-off, Trey," I told him sincerely. "That was a really
good one. You do that real good."

He smiled up at me proudly, and he looked so pretty I wanted to kiss him.

But I never did get to kiss him that summer. I was always too shy.

And certain other distractions came along.

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"Hey! Trey! Whaddya say? I got a nice wonderful game we can play!"

He rolled his eyes, but up he climbed. Treyden in the treehouse.

"Today's game is where you put your wiener in my mouth, Trey."

His eyes lit up.

"That sounds like good game to me!"

He giggled and took his pants and undies off. Trey's undies were always
tighty-whities and always clean. Never any stains in the front or toots in
the back. I give his mom credit for giving him such clean undies every
day. My own were a different story sometimes. His mom apparently had way
better laundry detergent than my mom did.

"How you wanna suck my wiener?" he grinned, as he jutted it out at me. His
little brown stick was already poking out straight at full attention. "You
want me to stand up here by the wall, or you want me to lie down here on
the mattress."

"Lie down on the mattress," I told him quickly.

The mattress was just an old one from when my sister got her new bed, and
it was only twin-size, but it was cushy and it was comfortable. Just right
for sleeping in a treehouse overnight. Or just right for doing wiener and
booty stuff with your neighbor boy. Plus, nobody could see in. And the only
way up was through a latch in the trapdoor. Which right now was locked-up
tight from the inside.

He flopped down on his back on the mattress, bare naked and as beautiful as
a brand new summer.

I took a long, happy look at Treyden's little body before I joined him down
there. Pretty brown nipples, the size of two dimes. Pretty brown
everything. His stiff little wiener was a shade lighter than the rest of
him, with the faintest layers of tan and pink mixed in, but it still filled
my mind with thoughts of creamy milk chocolate. A stiff little Milky Way. A
fat little Snickers.

"You gonna suck it good today, ain't you, Leo?"

"Oh yeah," I nodded. "I'm gonna suck it real good, Trey."

I joined him on the mattress and listened to him moan as I took his little
pecker in my mouth. He tasted good, like apples and Teddy Grahams. I sucked
on him softly. Then I sucked on him harder. Then I moved my mouth and
tongue down to lick on his balls and suck his little nut sack.

"Oooh," he giggled. "That tickles when you lick on my acorns."

That's what he called them. "When you lick on my acorns."

I scooted his legs up a little so his tiny brown starfish came into
view. Man, that was a beautiful butthole.

I reached out with a spit-wet fingertip and sort of pressed it against his
little hot pucker as I sucked his wiener.

"Nnnngh," he grunted, pushing his butt back against my fingertip. "You can
do it if you want, Leo" he told me quickly. "You can stick your finger up
inside my booty hole. Please?"

I pushed forward a little and my fingertrip breached his outer ring. He
winced out and clenched for a minute, but then he said "oooh" and relaxed,
so I knew I was okay. I pushed further, and I felt some resistance at the
second ring, but when it wouldn't go in, I started suctioning him harder on
the blowjob I was giving him, and with his mind on other things, I gave a
good hard push and BLOOP! It went right in. One fast push and it was all
the way to the knuckle.

"OHHHH!" he moaned. And it was half "OW" and half "OH." But he had a smile
on his face, so I knew it was a good one.

Then he pushed back. Squeezed it with his ass-nibblers. He ground his hips
on my little soft mattress. He pushed his boner in my little wet mouth. He
grabbed my head and pulled my hair and ground up against me and before I
knew it he was shaking and twitching and pumping in my numb-lips while his
body shivered and my finger fucked him way up to my knuckle and I felt his
asshole grip me as he grunted out his dry-cum.

He breathed heavy for a minute then he pushed with his ass muscles and
pooped my finger back out. It slid right out when he pushed, like a baby
being born.

"Oh man, Leo," he said with a shiver. "That was a good one. You can do that
to me any day."

My dick was so hard I thought it might burst. And I was just about to ask
him to suck me too – to eat my little nasty-load and finger MY nibbly
little butthole – but the screen door opened next door and I heard his
mom on the porch, calling him in for supper. Damn!

"Treyden Anthony Walker!" she hollered. "You up there in Leo's treehouse?"

"Yes, ma'am!" he hollered down, quickly putting his undies and pants back
on.

"Get on down here," she yelled. "Supper's ready! Evening, Leo!"

"Evening, Miz Walker, ma'am," I hollered down to her.

Trey looked at me sheepishly and shrugged. I shrugged back. What can you
do? I understood. When your mom calls supper, it's supper, no matter what
your dick wants to do.

He flipped open the trapdoor and climbed down the boards, leaving me with a
boner the size of a tree branch and a case of blue balls they could see
from the moon.

After he reached the ground, I watched through my window as his fine little
booty skipped down the sidewalk, mumbling "fuck that sweet little black
ass" while I jacked my hard dick, closed my eyes and came on my treehouse
wall, pretending I was shooting jizz up his butt.

"Fuck you so hard," I whispered quietly as I wiped it with my hand. Tasted
some. Dreamed of fucking his booty.

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But anyway, turnabout's fair play, so the next day:

"Hey! Trey! Whaddya say? I got a nice wonderful game we can play!"

And up he climbed. Treyden in the treehouse.

"Today's game is where you gotta suck MY wiener off, Trey. I did yours
yesterday, so you need to suck mine back."

"Fine," he shrugged. "Fair is fair."

I took my pants and undies off and laid down on the mattress. My dick was
already hard and pointing toward the sky.

"Why you always hard like that?" he asked me, shaking his head. "I don't
even touch it yet, and it's already big and hard."

"It likes you Trey," I told him, nodding at it. "It wants you to give it a
big old taste."

"Bet it tasteses like pee-piss," he grumbled. He said "tastes" the kid way,
with an extra "ses" at the end. "Tastes-ses".

"I bet it tasteses like pee-piss. All sweaty and pee-hole tasting."

"Nah, Trey, it'll taste good today. I washed it! Even in the piss-hole, I
swear!"

And he got down on the mattress, put his head down in my bare lap, opened
his mouth and took me to heaven.

Oh God, that little boy's mouth could suck a cock. God bless whoever taught
him to do it like that.

"How's it taste?" I asked him, panting, whispering, grabbing his sweet
little head and helping him bob up and down.

"Good," he said, taking a breath. He put it back in his mouth and went up
and down on it a few more times.

"Strong," he said, smacking the flavor on his lips a little. "Stronger'n
mine."

I nodded and grabbed his head and pushed his mouth back down on it.

"Yeah, Trey," I whispered. "Suck it, baby. It's strong like a big one."

He nodded and hummed with his mouth full of my cock. The hum made my balls
tingle.

I guided his head up and down and got ready to cum in his mouth.

"I'm gonna shoot," I warned him.

He nodded and sucked faster.

"Here it comes, here it comes!"

He sucked, super speed, and it all shot out in him.

"Eat it, Trey. Eat it like a big boy."

And I held his head down and listened to him cough a little as I let loose
with all the sperm I had to give him.

It wasn't much when I was 12, but it was wet and it was there, and Treydon
smiled up at me and swallowed it all down while my hand caressed his pretty
brown face.

I smiled at him and told him he was a good boy.

He smiled up proudly and wiped his lips with the back of his hand.

"Good," he said, smacking his lips. "Like Almond Joys and cole slaw."

He breathed on his hand and smelled my cum on his breath and smiled.

"Yep," he nodded. "Definitely Almond Joys and cole slaw."

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Damn it, I needed to get up inside that sweet booty of his. He knew it and
I knew it.

"Hey! Trey! Whaddya say? I got a nice wonderful game we can play!"

"Yeah," he grumbled. "I bet I know what this one's gonna be."

But he still climbed up. He came up anyway. Treyden in the treehouse.

"Today's game is where I stick my wiener in your booty, Trey."

"Shoot," he grumbled. "That ain't gonna fit in there. You gonna hurt me."

But I showed him it would fit, first with my fingers and then with my
wiener. And it turns out really, it didn't hurt him at all. We just had to
be persistant.

Oh God, my dick felt so good going in and out of his creamy little
butthole. Oh God, oh God, oh God. So brown and so tiny under me. He was the
perfect size for my slender white penis, so warm and so tight. Like he was
built for me.

Grasping, squeezing, warm and hot inside, I honestly loved the sweet little
chocolate boy who could take me this way. I could see the mocha arch of his
shoulder blades. I could see the sweat on the back of his neck as I laid
him down on his tummy and slowly, deeply butt-fucked his little black
squeezer.

He objected briefly that it wasn't going to fit, but I kept going anyway,
and he never complained once I stuck it inside him. I could push it in and
out with a slow-soft rock fuck, or ram him hard with a
gotta-get-my-rocks-off, and Treyden just smiled, eyes closed, sighing,
taking my tail up his rectum.

If it hurt him, I never knew. I fucked him hard at first, and then I fucked
him long and slow. If it hurt, he never let on. Just smiled and sighed and
let me get my shivers in him.

He let my little drops of liquid love squirt his little brown boy booty
full of magical boyhood memories. My dick and Trey's ass. We did our part
for interracial relations that summer.

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"Hey! Trey! Whaddya say? I got a nice wonderful game we can play!"

But he didn't climb up the next day. He stood down at the bottom and asked
me a question instead.

"Can my brother play with you, too?" he hollered up.

"Oooh!" I said, excited. "He can definitely play, Trey!"

I'd seen Trey playing with his little brother in the park. Cute little kid,
maybe three years younger? Six years old? Maybe seven? I wasn't sure what a
seven-year-old might reasonably be able to do in a treehouse, but my tingly
cock was already telling me it was eager to find out.

"He can play for sure, Trey! For sure!! Today's game is go home and get
your brother!! As fast as you can!!"

"Okay," Trey said, and off he scampered down the sidewalk to fetch his
brother.

I sat up in the treehouse with my hand down my pants, checking the state of
my boner and giving the lotion bottle a quick weigh-in test to see if I had
enough lube in there to get inside a seven-year-old's butt. Yep. The bottle
weight felt good. Ample. Enough to slide my hard white cock into a little
black boy's slippery hot booty with room to spare. God DAMN, I was gonna
get IN that boy.

I was almost rubbing my hands together with glee, saying "oh goodie, oh
goodie!" in my head, when Treyden reappeared at the bottom of the treehouse
with a big, black, basketball-jerseyed HULK of a boy, maybe 16. Maybe
17. But huge. Ginormous.

They both looked up at me expectantly.

"Hey, Leo, whaddya say?" the big black kid said with a casual nod. "Gonna
let me come up there and see what's what?"

I gulped.

"Um, who's this, Trey?" I asked my little friend nervously. "This isn't
your brother. Your brother's that cute little kid a the park. You know? The
cute LITTLE kid? Six? Seven?"

"Aw, naw, that ain't my brother," Treyden said, kicking at a rock on the
ground. "That's my cousin Taylor."

I gulped again. Boy did I get the math wrong on this one.

"This is my brother," Treyden smiled, reaching up and putting on hand on
the giant black kid's shoulder. "This is Tarren. He's 16-and-a-half. And he
wants to play with you, too."

My eyes bugged out and I had to reach out to steady myself on the window
sill. I think my butt muscles automatically clenched up and didn't let go
for a minute.

"Pleased to meet you, Leo," Tarren grinned up dangerously, with a look of
pure lust in his eye. "I got a nice wonderful game we can play. Only I
should warn you, my game's probably gonna hurt your ass a little."

I gulped again.

And up he climbed. Tarren in the treehouse.

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"Today's game is I fuck you with my big black dick, Leo. You think you're
old enough to play that game?"

I nodded, more scared than anything, but excited too, wondering if he could
make it work. So far I'd just done stuff with younger boys. Having an older
boy up in my tree house wanting to do stuff with me and be completely in
charge of me was equal parts scary and sexy.

"Lemme see what you got," he said, unzipping his pants and nodding at me to
do the same.

I pulled mine down first and he nodded respectfully at my wiener.

"You got a good one, kid," he said. "Nothing wrong with that one, little
buddy. You stick it in any girls yet, Leo, or just boys?

"No girls," I blushed. "Just boys."

"That's okay," he said, reaching out and giving it a little squeeze. "Boys
are way better, Leo. Just remember that. Girls are a whole lot wetter, but
boys are a whole lot tighter. You ever get a choice between the two, you
always fuck the boys."

He pulled his own cock out and I took two steps backwards.

"Jesus Christ," I whispered. "That thing is huge. I don't think it's gonna
fit in me, Tarren."

He shrugged. "My little brother didn't think yours would fit in his little
booty, but you got it in him anyway, didn't you? Just kept pushing until it
popped right in there? Yep. That's what I'd do if I were you. So now lets
see how much of this big black one we can get up your tight little
12-year-old pussy. See if that sweet white ass ass has a little wiggle room
for me, baby. You might be surprised, right, Leo?"

I nodded numbly. There was no way I was getting out of this without getting
my ass fucked.

He walked over. Brought it up to my face. Pushed my head down into it.

"You better get it as wet as you can," he said. "The wetter the better."

I opened my mouth and took him inside me. It was super salty and tasted
like pee. Like musk. The smell of his public hair was super hot. Sex
musk. Harsh. Like armpits. Like man.

He grabbed my head. "That's good," he moaned approvingly. "Look at that
little white boy bobbing up and down that big fat black cock. You like fat
black cock, Leo?"

"Mmm-hmm," I mumbled.

"Good," he said. "Cause you gonna be eating a lot of this black cock this
summer."

I moaned deep in my throat. My dick was super hard doing this to
him. Having him talk to me this way.

"Get on the mattress," he ordered. "Knees down. Buns up. Spread it like you
want it in there. Open up that fuck hole for me."

I got in position and I could hear him flipping the lotion cap open. I was
thinking of asking him not to, he'd rip me apart with that thing, but
honestly, I had no "stop" left in me. I was too excited. My dick was hard
and I wanted to see if he could make it fit.

He lined it up, pushed it slowly forward and I immediately froze
up. Lighting bolts. Searing fire.

"Ow!" I yelled. "Too fast! Go slower! WAY SLOWER!"

He grabbed my hips and without apology, slowed a little but maintained
steady pressure and soon, with a pop, his thick mushroom head passed my
first shphincter.

"That's it," he whispered encouragingly, stroking my hair, "Now open it all
up and let this big dick slide up your booty. Give a good push like you
havin' a baby, and you just watch, it'll all slide right in there."

I gave him a moaning poop push, my inner ring opened up and he pushed
steadily forward until his scratchy pubes were tickling my ass cheeks.

"Oh God," I gulped. "It's in so far, Tarren. Not so much. I feel it in my
throat when I swallow."

"That's a good boy," he said softly, petting my head and slowly moving it
in, then out again. He gave me a good soft fuck as he mumbled sweet
encouragments. My ass was on fire, but my cock was rock hard under him. I
felt like I had to cum, without even touching myself. His cock was so big I
was afraid I might mess myself. Pee from the front or crap from the back. I
felt so filled up I had no control. I thought anything could happen.

But he was gentle with me and reassuring and good. His in-and-out was
measured and deep. He took his time and he didn't hurt me. He was very,
very good at this.

I smelled something in the air, earthy and musky. His dick scent. I smelled
something else. Something sweet like nutmeg. I think it was my ass. I
wanted to be embarrased because of the smell, but my mind couldn't get
there. It felt too good getting fucked like this.

He grabbed my hips and pulled me back deeply onto his cock.

"Oh, Tarren. God, Tarren."

"Yeah," he whispered. "I knew you was gonna like this dick."

He fucked me deep and slow in a way that made me moan like I'd never heard
myself moan out loud before.

"How you like that big black cock sliding in and out of your ass, Leo?" he
grunted as he rode me. "You like me fuckin' you with this big black dick?"

I didn't dare answer. I liked it, but I sure didn't want to excite him. I
sure didn't want him to go any harder. Because what he was doing now was
just damn perfect. Like sleeping late on Saturdays. Cartoons in bed. Like
poetry.

"You got such a sweet, slippery pussy," he whispered in my ear. "just the
kind of pussy I like to blow my nut in."

Oh, God. I tingled when he said "blow my nut in." I wondered how much cum
he made. More than me? Way more than me. He had to. He was so big. I wanted
his cum inside me. I wanted it in me bad. I was getting shivery and excited
and he could feel it in my breaths and my shakes.

"You like that, huh? You like the thought of me blowing this big nut in
your pussy?"

I nodded. "Uh huh," I grunted, so full of his big cock I could barely get
the syllables out.

"Then open up your white-boy ass and get ready to take this big wet
fuck-wad up your sweet, pretty cunt."

And he grabbed my hips and he pulled me up into him and I actually saw
stars as he grunted and groaned in me, punching dick for all he was worth
and blasting a steamer, planting an earthquake straight up my hungry,
gobbling butt.

"OH FUCK," he grunted. "Little bitch white boy getting some GOOD black
nutload now."

"Fuck," I echoed. "Fuck it up my cunt."

He kneeled there behind me, cock embedded as far as it would go, twitching,
shaking the last of his copious load. When he pulled out, I air-farted, but
he didn't say anything, didn't embarrass me, just said, "Oh yeah, little
man, look at that wad come dripping back out of you," as I felt his
expelled semen leaking out of my ass and dribbling down my nut sack.

"You got some fine pretty pussy, Leo," he said, pulling out the rest of the
way and wiping his jizz-sticky shaft on both of my butt cheeks, first the
right one, then the left. "I'm gonna fuck you every day after school. You
keep this sweet white pussy wide open and ready for me. And you keep that
cum in you as long as you can. Don't you dare shit that cum out. That's how
I mark you, Leo. That's how I know you're gonna be my boy now."

I squenched his cum and tried to suck it all back in with my cheek
muscles. "Yes, sir," I said. "I mean, yes Tarren."

He grinned. Brought his cock over to me and stuck it in my face.

"Clean it up, boy," he said. "Get it all nice and clean for me, Leo."

I opened my mouth and did his bidding. It tasted bitter like ass and sweet
like semen. I sucked it and moaned as I ran my tongue around it, and
swallowed all it's perfect flavors. His cum. My asshole. I gobbled it all
up, every atom, every molecule, hungry and aching for more. He got hard
again. Grabbed the back of my head. Hard-fucked my face. Thorat fucked
me. Built up speed. Jacked it. Went super fast, Barked out "Open!" and just
lined it up with my mouth in time to blast another hot load right into my
throat, deep. It was hot, and strong and tasted like a man.  "Swallow," he
commanded, and I didn't dare fail him.

He looked down at my own lesser dick, still straining, a single bead of
excited pre-cum on the tip.

"Put that little cock in my mouth," he ordered me. "Get that little white
boy cock up here in my mouth and gimme those sweet sugar drops Trey say you
make him drink."

"Yes, sir," I moaned. And I stood up and fed my dick to him. "Oh God,
please yes, Tarren."

My cock was nothing compared to his. My dick was a drop in the bucket. It
was spit in the ocean. But he fellated me like an expert and a gentlemen
and in twenty-five sucks and twenty-five grunts, I was cumming in his mouth
like I'd never come before with his finger up my asshole stirring his
jizz-load and poking at my prostate.

"Fuck yeah," he grunted, gobbling my load. "Gimme that ball honey, little
white boy."

I grabbed his head. Tried in vain to steady myself. God, he was
beautiful. God, this was sexy. Being loved by someone in charge.

"Sixteen," I thought I my mind. "I just had sex in a sixteen-year-old's
mouth. A sixteen-year-old sucked me off and I sucked him. I just got my ass
fucked by a sixteen-year-old dick and I sucked him clean.

Sucked or fucked, topped or bottomed, I didn't care anymore. I know I liked
fucking Treyden, but Tarren was something else. Getting fucked by Tarren
took me to a whole new level.

"You and me," he said, wiping his lips and smack-tasting my last drop of
jizz, "You and me both gonna fuck Treyden together tomorrow, Leo. So you
get this cock some rest tonight. You rest up this little ball sack and you
save up a big load for that little bitch. You got that, Leo?"

"Yes, sir," I whispered in awe of him. "Yes, Tarren."

He gave my ass cheeks a sqeeze, tucked his cock back in his pants and
zipped up, and before I knew it, he was out of the treehouse, down the
board ladder and on his way home.

Trey popped his head up about ten seconds later. I was still sitting there,
my ass raw, cum dripping out of my mouth and my ass, vacant look on my
face, wondering what the hell just happened to me.

"He gooooood, ain't he, Leo?" Treyden giggled. "You sorta think you in
charge of your own booty until Tarren come along, and suddenly you ain't in
charge of anything anymore. Suddenly Tarren's got dibs on all of it."

I nodded. Numb. That was the understatement of the year.

"Come on," Trey said cheerfully. "I'll lick your ass until it feels
better."

He came over to my shell-shocked body and he put my legs up in the air.

"This is how Taylor licks my ass to make me feel better," he giggled,
sticking his tongue out and expertly eating my cum-dripping anus. "You
know. After Tarren fucks me."

My eyebrow would have shot up normally, but I was too far gone in the
afterglow to comment.

"Mmm," Treyden said. "That's good. That tastes like Tarren-cum. I eat a
lotta Tarren-cum these past three years," he said. "A LOTTA Tarren-cum."

Head spinning, I let him eat his big brother's load out of my ass, and when
I heard him spitting on his little cock, lining it up and getting ready to
push it inside me, I wasn't surprised at all. Shell-shocked, post-fucked
and downright numb – I was about to be fucked by my second black boy in
a row – but I wasn't surprised at all.

"Ouch!" I grunted weakly, defeated. "Take it easy, Treyden, I'm sore down
there!"

"Aw, let me in, Leo. Be a good sport. Bite on the pillow or
something. It'll only take me a second."

I relaxed. He giggled.

"I got a nice wonderful game we can play," he growled quietly as stuck his
cock in me and fucked me as hard as a little 9-year-old dick can
fuck. Turns out that was pretty hard. But he did it anyway, proper and
proud.

My ass was on fire but I still let him do me. Exhausted and sore, I even
fell asleep with a happy, glazed smile on my face, while he was still up
there on top of me, grunting and grinding and pumping away.

Trey grunting, me smiling.

Trey wide awake and just getting started, me fast asleep and completely at
his mercy.

And there he fucked me for his next three shivers.

Treyden in the treehouse.

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Love,
Zach
z.blake@mail.com

Other ABC Boys by Zachyboy:
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http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/young-friends/casey-in-the-clubhouse
http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/incest/daddy-in-the-doorway

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