Chicken Stuff
by Johnny Ross


FOREWORD 

Psychologists have long noted that man is a gregarious animal whose need for 
affection and approval is as real and basic as his need for food and 
shelter. 

This social need is reflected many times over in our everyday lives. There 
is the teen-aged boy who frequently smokes marijuana, though he dislikes it, 
because he fears being branded a "straight" by his friends. There is the 
suburban housewife who turns to an illicit affair because her husband hasn't 
the time or the desire to give her any affection. 

This is the story of Robbie, a boy who has grown up on the wrong side of the 
tracks, a boy who has known only brutality while what he craves is love. 
Even at his young age, he is mature beyond his years, hardened by what life 
has given him but not yet hardened enough that he doesn't respond when his 
relationship with Chet Hawkins, which started out as a simple lark, turns 
into something into much more, much deeper. 

CHICKEN STUFF-the story of a young boy who at last finds the affection he 
craves in the arms of an older lover. 

-The Publisher 


CHAPTER ONE 

Chet swung open the athletic club door and stepped out into the warm sun. He 
breathed deeply. He always felt keenly aware of his well-built body after a 
couple of sets of tennis. He skipped his shower and just draped a towel 
around his sweaty neck, planning on a short run around the woods by his 
house after the drive home. 

Chet scanned the clear sky, then ran his eyes over the parking lot. Hey, 
what's that? he wondered, seeing a small figure dart among the gleaming 
cars. It looked like a young kid. The boy was dashing from car to car, 
checking doors and peering in windows. Chet saw the kid approaching a red 
convertible sports car. He tensed, his nostrils flaring, then broke into a 
run. 

The boy heard Chet before he saw him. The slap of Chet's court shoes was 
approaching fast as the kid turned around. He had been rummaging around the 
back seat of the car. He scurried out of there at a sprint. 

"Stop, you thieving punk!" Chet yelled, weaving around his own car and 
running on the heels of the kid. "Stop, or I'll break your fucking neck!" 

Only about ten feet separated them, but the boy increased the distance as he 
hit the street. His brown hair whipped about and his legs blurred as he ran 
with the grace of a cheetah. 

Chet saw the youngster was headed for a city park. He cut a corner and was 
almost on the kid. 

"I'm on your tail, you ass-hole! And I'm going to whip it when I get you 
down!" he panted. 

The young boy glanced back over his shoulder. It was enough to make him 
stumble. His right shoe flew off and he went sprawling, face down, onto the 
grass. 

Chet fell on the boy hard, then sat astride his rump, holding him down. He 
grabbed the kid's skinny arms and twisted them up the youngster's back. 

"I'll teach you to mess around with other people's property," he growled, 
yanking the boy's wrists higher up toward his neck with each word. 

I could break his arms off at the shoulder, Chet thought, he seems so 
delicate and thin. 

The young boy writhed and panted beneath him, bucking up his skinny hips as 
Chet held him down. 

"Buzz off, mister, don't get so freaked out!" he said, wincing with pain. "I 
was just looking. I didn't take nothing!" 

"Only because you didn't have time, punk!" Chet hissed, twisting the kid's 
arms up till the boy's fingers were in the thick hair at the nape of his 
neck. 

"Hey, you're hurting me!" squealed the boy. His voice was still the 
unchanged high treble of a pubescent. "Stop it!" 

"So turn me in for child abuse," said Chet sarcastically, giving the boy's 
arms another yank. He liked the feel of the boy's slender body writhing 
around under his ass. He liked seeing the boy in pain. The kid was small, 
too, and that was exciting. He was like a weasel, feisty and feral. Chet 
felt powerful, dominating the little squirt. "Let's just see what you've got 
in your pockets." 

Chet held the boy's bony wrists in one large hand and dug into his faded 
jeans. They were skintight, so he had to work his fingers around to sink 
them into the pants pockets. The back pockets were empty, and the material 
so flimsy that Chet tore it apart with his groping hand. A rip about six 
inches long spread open on the side of the pocket. The boy's bare ass showed 
pale and creamy-smooth underneath. 

"So you're some kind of pervert, huh, mister?" whined the little kid. "Going 
to rape me or something, huh?" 

"You just shut that filthy little mouth of yours!" Chet snapped. The sight 
of the youngster's bare ass did have an interesting effect on him-that and 
holding down the boy's snakey body-but he shook off the feeling and reached 
around the skinny hips of the kid to search his front pockets. 

"No, no, get your frigging hand out of my pants!" screamed the kid, giving a 
sudden jerk. 

It only made Chet hold him firmer. His hand snuck down into the boy's 
pocket. 

"What the hell?" he puzzled. "You're all wet. Holy shit, you pissed in your 
pants, you little punk!" 

He could feel the spreading wet warmth in the kid's tattered denims. He 
almost laughed! 

The boy looked suddenly defeated. He seemed to collapse under Chet like a 
netted wild animal, knowing it was all through. His little fingers clutched 
at the base of his skull and he quivered, turning his face to and fro in the 
grass. He had surrendered. He let Chet dominate him. 

Chet pulled his moist hand from the kid's drenched pocket. He brought out a 
small tube. He saw it was lubricant and a surging thrill ran through the pit 
of his stomach. He slipped it into the pocket of his tennis shorts and 
noticed that the boy was trembling beneath him. The kid's thick mane of 
light-brown hair quivered. 

Chet let go of the skinny wrists and flipped the small boy over onto his 
back. The boy lay there passive, his arms out at his sides, shaking with 
sobs. 

"I didn't take nothing. I was just looking, Mister. Aw shit, now look at 
me!" he babbled through his tears. 

Chet looked all right. The boy couldn't have been very old, and he was 
seductively cute, with large watery blue eyes and a little turned-up nose. 
His tear-streaked cheeks were smooth and soft. The kid's red lips were 
parted, showing his two front teeth dominating the rows of smaller ones. 
Spit bubbled out between them and ran down his quivering chin. 

Chet rested his ass lightly on the boy's legs, watching the slender lad 
sprawled out beneath him. 

"Okay, okay, take it easy, I haven't killed you," he grinned. 

He watched the boy's tiny tummy rise and fall in quick pants beneath his 
dirty t-shirt. The shirt had been pulled up in their struggle, and an inch 
or two of the kid's bare belly was exposed. Chet felt a desire to run his 
finger along the smooth skin of the boy's heaving tummy. 

The boy slobbered violently a couple times, not even bothering to wipe the 
snot and tears from his face. 

"Shit, I pissed in my pants," he sobbed. "I'm so stupid. Everything I do 
turns out wrong!" 

His big blue eyes filled with tears again. 

Chet was confused. A couple minutes ago he was ready to throttle this little 
thieving punk. Now, here was this poor little boy, crying like a baby, 
soaked in his own piss, and totally at his mercy. When Chefs eyes went to 
the piss-stained jeans and saw that the top two buttons were missing, his 
cock gave a throb. The frayed flap was turned back, and Chet could see down 
to about the root of the boy's thin prick. The belly skin was pale, lightly 
veined with blue tracings, and hairless as a peeled grape. 

The boy's sobbing turned to sniffling hiccups. He saw the man's eyes 
scanning him up and down and he gave a little wiggle of his hips. It was 
enough to spread his jeans farther and give Chet a view of the folded base 
of his little cock. 

"What are you going to do with me, mister?" he asked softly. 

Chet's mouth was dry. He licked his lips and met the boy's liquid blue eyes. 
"Hell, I don't know. I'm not going to turn you in, if that's what you 
think-not in the shape you're in." 

"You might as well," pouted the little kid. "I ain't got no place to go 
anyway. At least in jail they'll feed me and I'd have a place to sleep. 

"You tell me where you live," said Chet. "I'll drive you home." 

The youngster snorted. "I ain't got no home." 

"All right, baby, you come home with me, then." He stood up, reaching down 
to the young kid. "Come on, take my hand and come along." 

The boy's eyes grew wide and he gave his head a little shake, getting the 
hair off his forehead. "You ain't going to turn me in?" 

"No, come on!" Chet was surprised at the commanding tone of his voice. It 
thrilled him. 

The kid did as he was told. He kicked off his other sneaker as he stood up, 
the top of his tousled head just coming up to Chefs pectorals. "Hell, damn 
shoes are falling apart anyway." 

He followed Chet like a tamed animal back to the car. 

"My name's Chet Hawkins, What's yours?" 

The boy was silent for a moment, running a dirty finger around his snotty 
nose. 

"Robbie," he said. He seemed very small, hugging the door with his legs 
tight together. "You ain't mad at me no more?" 

He ran his snotty finger down his exposed belly, right into the open flap of 
his jeans. 

"No, I'm not mad at you, Robbie." Chet saw the gesture out of the corner of 
his eye as he drove. He saw the juice glisten on the hairless skin around 
the root of the kid's prick. "We'll get home and give you a shower and get 
some food in you. You're sure a skinny little thing." 

The boy spread his legs slightly. "I ain't had much to eat lately, mister." 

"We'll take care of that, Robbie." 

"You got a nice boner, mister," the youngster said impulsively. "We'll take 
care of that, too." 

Chet let out a snicker at the little imp's boldness. He spread his own legs 
a bit, his thick cock bulging clearly down the leg of his white shorts. "You 
can take care of that, eh? You couldn't even get your hands around it, 
Robbie." 

The boy reached his slender arm over and put his hand around Chet's engorged 
cock. 

"Don't need to get my hands around it, mister," he said softly. "You can 
fuck it up my ass." 

An electric current zapped Chet's brain and his nine-incher jerked out a 
gush of pre-cum in his pants. Robbie kneaded the manly cock in his grimy 
little hand, looking up with a sly smile. His front teeth glistened and his 
blue eyes now flashed lust instead of fear. 

"I like a good fuck, mister. I get off with a man's big cock sunk up my ass, 
really I do," said the child in his high-pitched voice. He worked his bare 
toes sensually into the carpet. 

Chet breathed in deeply, smelling the boy in spite of the open convertible. 
The heady scent of his piss, his sweat, his smelly feet, they were funky and 
delicious!" 

Chet just let the small hand work around his pisser for a minute, trying to 
keep from steering them off the road. 

"But you're so small, Robbie. I'd split your little ass if I fucked you. 
Besides, you're too young to cum off, anyway." He glanced at the boy's 
little prick showing through his fly. "You don't even have any hair on your 
cock yet." 

"Hell, sure my balls are bald. But that don't mean I can't take a man's cock 
up my ass." The little kid dug his free hand into his tattered pants and 
pushed them down his hips. "And I can too cum. I may be small, but I can cum 
off again and again if I get off on the right kind of action, mister!" 

The youngster scooted his Levi's down to his grass-stained knees. Another 
gush of pre-cum oozed from Chefs cock as he viewed the cute little pisser 
sticking up stiff as a pin smack against the base of the kid's t-shirt. It 
was a beauty, about as big as his little finger, hard-cored, with a silky 
sheath of pink skin. It was getting a soaking from the boy's own fucklube 
which was dribbling down to his tiny pink egg-sac. The thin slime ran over 
the piss-slick skin and down between his legs. The cock was cut, with tender 
folds of skin wrapped around the back of the spongy-soft crown. 

In spite of his desire for the boy, Chet played it cool. "Hell, Robbie, 
that's a nice little cock you got. But your balls are only about the size of 
marbles, and just about as smooth." 

Robbie just gave Chet's cock another good fisting and flashed a voluptuous 
grin. "Just wait till you get a chance to crack them, mister. You'll see me 
cream for you. Maybe it's a little watery, but it keeps on cumming when I 
get hot, especially with a big cock like yours ramming up my ass." 

With that, Robbie worked his jeans clear off, kicking them free with his 
bare feet. Robbie reached down and casually tossed them overboard. They 
flapped away in the wind. 

Chet felt new trickles of sweat running down his sides. His balls ached as 
he listened to the kid come on like that, sitting there bare-ass naked from 
his cute little belly button down to his dirty pink toes. 

Robbie let go of Chet's cock and squirmed around in the seat, getting up 
sideways on the seat and sticking out his bare ass. 

"That look good to you, mister, my little pink ass?" he asked, looking over 
his shoulder, blue eys gleaming. He lifted his leg up like a puppy taking a 
pee. "See my little shitter, mister. I got a mighty sweet little fuck-hole. 
It will grab and squeeze the spunk right out of you if you plow it in me 
deep!" 

Chefs right hand went out to rest on the boy's bare ass. At first, it was to 
push the kid down. Hell, the little punk's rump was sticking up for any 
passing motorist to goggle at as they drove past. But when he felt the boy, 
he just let his fingers touch and explore, and Robbie just let him have his 
ass. 

"God, you're so soft," he gasped. "Softer than any woman." 

He let his fingers roam around the firm little buns, and ran his fingers 
down through the child's steamy asscrease. 

"It's so smooth and warm in there, Robbie," he whispered hoarsely. 

The youngster wiggled his ass and giggled. "Go ahead, mister, finger my 
ass-hole. It feels so sexy when a man plays around with my shit-ter. Shove a 
couple right up inside, if you want to." 

Chet felt the youngster shiver. Goosebumps stood out on his smooth skin. 
Chet wormed around the juicy little ass-ring, then he pushed in at the 
center of it. 

Man and boy both sighed as Chet worked his finger up into the kid. He pushed 
right in to the third knuckle, stirring around up the boy's seething 
ass-hole. He loved the warm slick feeling of the child's guts sliding around 
his probing finger. 

"You're sure tight, Robbie, tight and hot!" he said. "Best damn ass I've 
seen in a long time." He fluttered his finger, thrilling the child with a 
prostrate massage. 

Robbie glowed with the man's words. He turned to grin at Chet again. "Stick 
another up there, man. I'll cum off if you do, you'll see!" 

Chet was dangerously close to orgasm himself, frigging the ass of the sexy 
little boy as they zoomed down the freeway. He pulled out his finger and 
pushed in two. He felt Robbie push back and spasm briefly with the invasion 
of the two beefy fingers up his ass. 

"Yeah, work them around, mister, really stir up my guts! Shove them in 
hard!" He managed to whip the t-shirt over his head and it flew away in the 
wind. His brown hair was tousled and whipped about his cute face as he 
rocked back and forth with the thrill of the deep finger-fucking. 

"You want me to pull out?" Chet asked. 

Robbie sucked in his skinny tummy and his rib cage stood out clearly. "No, 
man, shove in another, please!" 

The child was totally naked now, skinned out of his clothes and bare as a 
billiard ball. He was a nice little package of boy, thought Chet, maybe 
eighty pounds of lusty youngster, purring like a kitten as he kneeled there 
impaled on his meaty fingers. Chet pulled them out and shoved in three, hard 
and deep. 

"Oooooh, oooh, ooh work them in, mister. Really fuck me around!" Robbie 
cooed, pushing back. "I'm going to cream." 

As Chet sawed his fingers in and out of the child's tiny ass, he felt a 
quick gripping of Robbie's ass-ring. Tight, fisting nips by the boy's ass 
and several rapid gasps signaled his orgasm. 

"I'm cumming, mister, spitting my spunk out, cumming good!" Robbie's small 
body contracted almost into a ball, his head going down to the seat between 
his knees. 

Quick, hot licks of milky jism shot from his little prick. Chet could see 
the kid hit his own face with the spurts. He had dropped his mouth and was 
pissing his cream between his red lips. Spurts laced his nose, his smooth 
cheeks, and his tousled hair. He kept pumping as long as Chet groped his 
upturned ass, pissing out another line every time his little prostate was 
hit. 

In a minute, the little squirt was down to the floor on his knees, leaning 
over the cummy seat and licking up his cream. Chet sniffed his fingers as he 
watched Robbie's tiny pink tongue snake around the leather, lapping up every 
last drop of his sweet jism like a kitten after milk. Chet's cock was 
pulsing, ready to spit its pent-up load. 

The boy looked up at him, his tongue between his teeth, his blue eyes 
blazing. "Shit, mister, when are we going to get there and fuck?" 

"Here we are," said Chet, pulling into his driveway, his hands sweaty and 
trembling. "Wait till the garage door closes, Robbie, then we're going in 
and I'm going to fuck the shit out of your little punk ass!" 

 CHAPTER TWO 

Chet felt dirty. Old sweat from the tennis match was covered with a 
glistening layer of new sweat-sex sweat-from all the excitement generated by 
the little boy. 

Robbie was dirty too. His piss and sweat cooked on his small warm body, and 
he gave off the erotic odor of young jism. His nails were dirty, and his 
little feet stank. Even his little prick seemed dirty, like there was cum 
caked dry in the sweet folds of skin around the small cockstalk. 

"Where you going to fuck me?" he asked eagerly, prancing ahead of the man 
into the house. 

Chet followed the naked kid, eyeballing his firm little buns. His 
finger-fucking had given the soft inner skin a nice crimson glow. The 
youngster looked around the place. His little prick stayed stiff, slapping 
against his grimy tummy, spreading slime. 

Chet wrapped Robbie in his arms. The kid was so goddam warm and smooth, 
melting into him and letting himself be smothered. Chet smelled the boy's 
mussy hair, and licked at the dried string of jism matting down a few 
strands. He ran his hand around in the feathery hairs at the nape of the 
boy's neck, and again saw goose bumps spread over the child, making him 
shiver. He ran his hand down the kid's lean back to his ass. He cupped a bun 
and marveled at how perfect it was for the palm of his hand. His fingers 
once again probed Robbie's ripe ass. 

"Shit your pucker's open!" he whispered, feeling the child's ass-ring dilate 
to the size of a dime under his fingertips. 

Robbie snickered, rubbing his face against Chefs shirt. "Shit, mister, I 
told you I got a talented ass-hole. Even got a wine bottle rammed up myself 
once when I was on the street, hanging around with a bunch of winos. They 
couldn't get any starch in their cocks, so they fucked me full with a bottle 
of Tokay they'd just finished off. They about shit in their pants every time 
I came off with that thing twisting around up my ass!" 

Then the kid looked up, wet lips open. "Kiss me, mister, please. Then fuck 
my ass off. I got to cum so bad I can just about taste it!" 

Chet lowered his face. His lips touched Robbie's and sparks crackled in his 
brain. The boy's lips were smooth, full and juicy. They both groaned 
sensuously as they ground their mouths together. Then their tongues met and 
twirled about each other, rubbing and pushing around in each other's mouths. 

Robbie tasted sweet and slick. Chet ground his steely hard cock against the 
child's chest and up between his tits as he frenched the twirp. He ran his 
tongue into the kid like he was going to swallow him whole, licking into his 
cheeks, over his tiny teeth, up over his ripply palate, everywhere! He 
rammed another finger into Robbie's gaping shitter and worked his ass-hole 
over as they tongued around. Bubbles of warm spit formed at the corners of 
their mouths and trickled down their chins. 

Chet pulled away, a string of drool bridging between their puffy lips. He 
was too close to cumming. 

"Let's get into the bedroom, Robbie," he said. 

He lifted the youngster in his arms, cradling the boy like a baby. Robbie 
looked up with a slick smile, his blue eyes glittering and seductive. 

Chet flopped the youngster down on the bedcover and stripped. God, it felt 
good to shed his sticky clothes! Robbie stared up as Chefs manly body was 
revealed, his eyes wide and curious. 

Chet wasn't exactly hairy, but he had short soft blonde fur all over him, 
matting a little thicker over his chest and around his cock. He was in good 
shape, his belly firm and his thighs tight. His cock was hard and wet, a 
nice jut of firm fucker nine inches long and topped by a plum-colored cock 
knob. The veins feeding his prick were slightly raised, like worms circling 
the iron-hard core. 

Robbie apparently approved. He licked his puffy lips again and pulled up and 
spread out his lean legs. "That's going to feel good, mister. That will hit 
me inside real nice when you fuck me deep." 

"Call me Chet, and drop that 'mister' shit," he growled, getting between the 
youngster's legs. He grabbed the kid's bony ankles and lifted his smelly 
feet up and over, jack-knifing the boy till his grass-stained knees hugged 
his ears. "You ought to know the name of the man fucking your ass, for 
Christ's sake!" 

Robbie giggled real boyishly, sucking in his gut so he looked even skinnier, 
his ribs standing out over his hollow tummy. "Okay, Chet-that better? Now, 
please, just screw the spunk out of me, Chet! 

He reached around and spread his ass-cheeks wide for the man, twisting his 
head around on the bed. 

Chet fisted his cock, spreading his fucklube around it from the crown on 
down. Then he nosed his pisser between Robbie's tiny buns and planted his 
cockhead into the child's rosy pucker. He about came off with the 
steamy-soft touch of the kid's pulsing shitter. He looked down and watched 
as his prick-knob plugged the kid, stretching his hairless ass-ring wide, 
then he gave a heave of his hips and saw his thick prick plow into the 
youngster. He felt his cock-knob shoving warm guts aside as he journeyed up 
into the boy. 

Robbie spurted off like Chet's cock was pumping the spunk right out of him! 
Without a whimper, the youngster winced and shot, spraying his jism up over 
his doubled-up body, soaking his chest and belly. 

"Haven't had a man planted in me for a couple of days," he sighed, his 
little cock still spitting spunk. "Feels so damn good, Chet, cumming off 
with a man sunk up my ass! Fuck me good and hard!" 

The bleachy odor of the boy's jism blended sweetly with his sweat and stale 
piss. And Chet caught a whiff of ass as he fucked the boy in and out. It was 
a heavy aroma of sex rising like waves from the voluptuous little lad, and 
it urged Chet to fuck the kid like a bull. He rammed and fucked his 
ever-swelling cock over and over, figuring he must be hitting somewhere up 
in the child's rib cage. 

Robbie curled up even more around the impaling cock, pressing his dirty 
little feet against Chet's meaty chest. The tiny toes curled under, 
clenching into the man's furry shoulders. He seemed to go into a trance with 
his tummy crammed with cock. He reached with trembling fingers up to Chet's 
sweaty face and stroked it gently as Chet slammed his bushy cockhair into 
the youngster's hairless buns. He feathered his fingertips tenderly around 
Chet's flaring nostrils and over his open lips, now pulling back into a 
sneer of lust. 

Chet responded by lurching forward and biting down on the mouthful of little 
fingers. Robbie's whole childish hand went into his mouth. There was a 
slightly rusty flavor to the boy's soiled fingers. Chet slurped around them 
like crazy, growling like a bear. 

The youngster thrilled at the hot wet mouth working around between his 
fingers like that. His lean prick shot another line of jism over his wrinkly 
tummy and he squealed with delight. He contracted into a ball, pulling his 
knees inward and placing his grimy feet up on each side of Chet's steamy 
face. 

Chet felt his cheeks hugged by the sweaty soles and he heaved more urgently 
into the child. His brain was bubbling over in a whirlwind of passion and 
his balls expanded till he felt them aching for release. He felt Robbie's 
tiny toes clench over his cheeks, and he felt the boy's fingers flutter in 
his mouth. At the same time his cock was wrapped in the quick, nipping grips 
of Robbie's talented ass-hole as the youngster bubbled over into yet another 
orgasm. 

That did it! Chet came! Jism pistoled out in thick spurts as he peaked. He 
almost shot the kid up the bed with the force of his orgasm. It seemed like 
there was more spunk surging out than the little boy could possibly hold in 
his skinny belly. Gush after gush pissed hard into Robbie as the boy flooded 
himself with his own thin jism, making them slick and slippery as they 
rubbed off together. 

"You are one terrific fucker, Chet," cooed the kid. "Shit, it even feels 
good you pulling out like that-like I'm taking the biggest crap in the 
world!" 

Chet slid his prick inch by sensitive inch from between the youngster's 
red-rubbed buns. "You're a little champ in the ass-hole department, Robbie, 
about the best fuck I've ever had!" 

"You ain't ready to quit now, are you?" asked the kid, his blue eyes 
sparkling with mischief. 

"Hell, baby, I can give it another go if I take a couple minutes to work up 
another load." 

"Do it! Just fuck me all day if you want!" Robbie was suddenly solemn. "Can 
I stay with you tonight, Chet? You can fuck me all night, too, if you want 
to. Please? I ain't got nowhere else to go but the streets." 

Chet weighed the possibilities for a couple seconds. "Sure, Robbie-tonight." 

The boy beamed, squirming with joy as he spread-eagled out on the big bed. 
"Let's fuck!" 

"We got to get cleaned up, baby." 

"Let's fuck in the shower!" 

"You got it!" 

Chet adjusted the temperature and they got in the shower, rubbing against 
each other as water cascaded down their sweaty bodies. Chet worked up some 
shampoo and lathered up his own blonde hair. Then he ran a sudsy glob of 
soap around in Robbie's mussy brown mane. 

"Feels good, Chet," Robbie sputtered as Chet worked his thick fingers 
through the child's scalp. Chet saw that Robbie's little cock stayed stiff 
up against his belly in spite of his orgasms. Just like a kid, he thought. 

Chet felt the boy all over, loving the gentle curves and boyhood on his 
lithe little body. Chet lifted up each of Robbie's little feet and washed 
between each tiny toe. 

"Here, let me do you," insisted the boy. Chet stood and let the small hands 
slide and rub him all over, sending him to heaven. His cock came up hard 
again, jutting up almost to the boy's chin as the kid lathered over his 
furry chest. "You got nice nipples. I don't care for women's tits, but I 
sure like a man's tough tits. Mine are so tiny, but they point out sharp 
when I get turned on. Feels good to get them tweaked, too." 

Chet suddenly felt an urge swelling through him. "You get turned on with 
some rough treatment, don't you, Robbie?" 

The boy froze, a shiver going through him. 

"Yeah. I like a man to really lay into me. Makes me hot." 

"Get on my cock!" commanded Chet. 

The child hunkered down. He didn't go to his knees or else he couldn't even 
reach up to Chet's thick cock. He sat on his heels with his feet planted 
flat on the tiles. He bent down the swollen fucker till he could lick it. 
And lick it he did, running his tiny pink tongue all around cockhead like he 
was slurping up a popsicle. 

Tingling thrills ran through Chet as the boy whipped his little tongue 
around his nine-incher. He felt an overwhelming need to get the kid around 
his cock. He grabbed the child's sopping head and planted his face on his 
throbbing prick. Then he rammed right through Robbie's pursed lips to the 
back of his throat. 

Robbie gasped and gagged for a second, then relaxed his throat and let the 
man sink his cock down and through his slender neck. He just went limp, 
letting Chet use his face as a fuck-hole. He felt his tonsils smashed and 
his mouth filled with cock as the prick-knob nosed down to his tummy. 

Chet sank all the way to the base of his prick, mashing the child's rubbery 
nose into his wiry cock hair. Then he began to fuck. He didn't care that the 
youngster couldn't breathe. In fact, the idea of the little kid getting 
smothered on his cock excited him, and his cock gave a jerk that just about 
lifted Robbie off his feet! 

He pushed and pulled at the boy's tight skull, running his fucker through 
his slick lips. His balls pulled up and slapped the boy's chin as he rutted 
in a frenzy. 

Robbie wanted it to last. He delighted in the red haze produced when the 
plunging cock cut off his air. It made his little balls buzz and his head 
swirl. He reached up and cupped Chet's ballooning balls, barely able to 
reach around the hairy bags. Then he pulled firmly down, delaying the man's 
orgasm minutes longer. Confident he could feel Chet ripping his neck for a 
while, he ran his tiny fingers around in his furry asscrack. 

"Oh, that's good, Robbie!" Chet groaned, sucking in his gut. "Frig my ass, 
baby. Suck on my fucker and get in my ass-hole! 

Robbie wormed his finger around Chet's steamy assfurrow, then twiddled his 
pucker. He worked at the muscle ringing his ass-hole, then sank a lean 
finger up inside. The boy knew his business. He went right for Chet's 
swollen prostate and massaged it. 

Chet's ass-cheeks tensed and he threw his head back against the shower wall. 
He was tense as a bow with the churning thrills pulsing through his guts. He 
worked the child's head over his cock in a frenzy, jabbing deep into the 
boy's raw throat. An occasional scrape of the boy's front teeth just made 
the feeling more intense. 

On and on they fucked. Robbie struggled to prolong the ecstasy by another 
firm yank down on Chet's bulging balls. He struggled to remain conscious, 
too, getting a quick gasp of air on the out-stroke of Chet's fucking cock. 

Finally, it was too much for both man and boy. Steam swirled around their 
writhing bodies, and streaks of water snaked over their shining skin as they 
teased their spunk up to the boiling point. Robbie wanted to hold till Chet 
blasted his guts, but he found himself losing control of his orgasm. He 
twiddled his fingers around in the man's tensing ass as he blacked out-and 
then he shot. 

Quick licks of boycream pissed up from his hairless prick. He sucked and 
rippled in spasms of bliss around Chet's plunging cock. Jism flew out his 
slender prick and arced up his belly right into Chet's churning ballbag. 

Chet felt a stunning rush of sensations. The child was strangling around his 
cock, convulsing in dying gasps. His ass-gland was being frigged till he 
about screamed with delight. And he could feel the spatter of Robbie's spunk 
drumming his balls. He ground the boy's face around his groin and erupted. 
He shook with the intensity of his orgasm. Liquid bullets of cum flew out 
his cock and shot down the child's gagging throat. On and on he came, 
sending spurt after spurt into the boy. 

When he finally pulled out of the kid, Robbie sank to a small heap at the 
floor of the shower. He had passed out as they orgasmed, off to a dreamland 
of incredible joy. 

 CHAPTER THREE 

"Robbie, I'm home and I'm horny!" yelled Chet, closing the door behind him 
and tossing his briefcase on the hall desk. "Where are you, Robbie?" 

"I'm in the dining room, but wait a second, okay?" 

It was two months since Chet had chased down the kid and brought him home. 
The man and boy had formed a tight bond in that time, going to movies, 
watching ball games, and fucking-fucking their eyeballs out. When Chet ran 
out of ideas, Robbie was always coming up with new, kinky sex. The man's 
heart pounded as he stood in the hall, waiting to see what the child's 
latest hot idea was. 

"Okay, Chet, come on in!" 

Chet rounded the corner and threw back his head in laughter and delight at 
what he saw. 

"Well, it's your birthday, isn't it?" asked the impish squirt. 

The youngster was stripped naked and supine on the dining room table. There 
was a burning candle stuck onto each of his tiny tits, one sticking up from 
his tummy button, and a fourth flaming proudly from the tip of his stiff 
prick! Chet was speechless. He just stood there, open-mouthed at the sexy 
display. 

"There's more candles, Chet, one for each year," said the kid, looking at 
him with his bold blue eyes. "I want you to put them in me." 

Chet noticed twenty more little wax candles on the table, and a book of 
matches. Then he saw a huge red wax tube at the boy's spread feet. 

"That one's for last," smiled the child. 

Chet licked his lips and went to work. He lit a candle and held it 
flame-down, dripping hot wax over the child's tummy. The boy gave a little 
twitch as each drop hit and sizzled on his bare skin. "That hurt?" 

"Yeah, a little. Burns with a nice hot tickle, Chet. Feels good." 

Chet planted the stem of the candle in the little molten pool. It stuck firm 
and he started on another. He let the fiery liquid drip on the young boy's 
smooth thigh and planted another burning candle there. Then he topped each 
of Robbie's big toes with a coating of hot wax, and stuck in more candles. 

As Chet worked, wax from the burning tapers dribbled down and over the boy's 
hairless skin. He purred softly, writhing as the searing heat of the 
lavalike wax enveloped his body. Fucklube and jism strained to pulse out of 
his stopped-up prick and his blue eyes glazed over with pain and pleasure. 

Chet worked a couple candles down Robbie's thin bare arms. He let some hot 
wax drip down into the boy's smooth moist armpit. It solidified as it 
trickled down, and Robbie gasped at the sharp, sweet agony. 

By the time Chet was down to the last couple of candles, he was wondering 
where the hell to plant them. He loved hurting the kid, seeing the child 
wince and thrash with pain. It made him hard, made him feel powerful and 
super-horny. 

And Robbie loved it! He'd spunk off a dozen times running with the prod of 
pain zapping through him. 

"My balls, Chet, get my balls," he grunted. 

Chet lit the remaining small candles and let the wax flow over the kid's 
hairless ballbag. 

Robbie gritted his teeth and groaned. It felt like his eggsac was on fire! 
He forced himself to lie passively and take it, to take the awful pain, 
letting it warm him and get him so spunky he would go out of his mind. 

With trembling fingers, Chet placed the candles behind the small boy's erect 
cock and stuck the ends into his churning balls. He breathed in deep and 
stood back to admire his work. 

The boy was blazing with fire, his skinny naked body flaming like a tasty 
flesh cake. His pale skin looked translucent and thin, bathed in the candle 
light all over him. He was writhing about on the table like a snake, 
enveloped with the heat and pain. But he looked to Chet and gasped: "The big 
one, Chet. The big one!" 

Chet hefted the massive candle. It must have been a foot or so long, and as 
big around as a bottle. He took the blunt end in his hand and pushed the 
tapered end between Robbie's trembling legs. 

He saw the boy suck in his belly still more. It made his blazing rib cage 
stand out real sexy. He pushed, and the waxy dildo sank into the youngster's 
puckered ass-hole. 

The thick red tube quickly entered Robbie up to the widest part, then Chet 
had to twist it around as he shoved. Working at it, with the child going 
wild around the massive dildo, he corkscrewed inch after inch up his ass. 

Chet could see the kid was cumming. His little tummy was rippling with his 
orgasm, but his pricklips were stopped up with wax. The burning agony of all 
that damned-up jism was sending the kid into a seizure of unendurable 
delight. His skin burned and filmed over with sex-sweat. His tiny toes 
clenched under and his slender fingers worked madly. 

Chet stopped fucking the candle up the small boy's ass with just a couple 
inches to spare. He watched the little kid, his throat dry and heart 
pounding, then unzipped and yanked out his cock, jacking off at the 
youngster's blazing pain. 

Robbie felt a slow burning over his nipples and cock, then a sputtering of 
sharp pain as the candles finally petered out in a pool of molten wax. When 
the wick topping his little prick melted down, the hot pain peaked out and 
his cum shot free. Holy Mother, did it shoot! Held back so long, the spunk 
leaped up like the kid was pissing, four feet into the air. His skinny hips 
jerked up and down as he spurted up a geyser of steamy young cream. 

That took care of some of the fires still burning over him. Then Chet shot 
his wad. Thick streamers of manly fuckjuice laced over the boy's flat belly, 
up his chest and down his lean legs. Robbie felt the syrupy cum rope over 
him like it was a shower of sparks, both hot and cool. 

The two flames in his balls got a direct hit of cream. The wonderful 
sensation sent the kid into another quivering series of spermy spasms. His 
little prick spat out a high arc of thin jism which fell back to shower into 
his open mouth. 

The kid and his master were temporarily spunked out. Sitting at the table 
beside the child, Chet worked the giant wax dildo out of Robbie's tight ass 
sheath. It popped free, slick with ass-juices. Chet held a match to the wick 
till it dried and burned, giving off an incense of the child's musky ass. 

"Happy Birthday, Chet!" smiled the boy, turning his tousled head toward the 
man. 

"That was the best birthday present I've ever had, Robbie." 

"I liked it, too. It hurt so bad. I felt hot pain burning me all over." 

Chet saw that the boy had reddish blothces over his pale skin where the 
candles had melted. He'd be all right, he thought. 

"Let's get that shit off you and fuck!" he said. 

The kid wasn't through devising new ways to get off-not by a long shot. Chet 
and Robbie had just started messing around, kissing and hugging and warming 
up in bed, when the child jumped up and ran from the bedroom. 

"Got another idea, Chet. Just hold your jism a second," he yelled as his 
fruity little buns disappeared around the corner. 

He was back in a flash, flopping down on his back and throwing his slender 
legs up and over his head, holding something in his hand. 

"What have you got now?" asked Chet. 

"You got me burning hot on the outside, Chet," he smiled, reaching his hands 
above his bent-over legs. "I got something here to burn me on the inside." 

"Huh?" 

The kid unscrewed the cap of a narrow bottle. 

"Hot sauce, Chet, with hot chilli peppers!" he giggled. "You know, the kind 
where a couple drops in the soup makes your tongue really burn!" 

Chet watched as the kid tossed the cap aside and shook the bottle, holding 
his thumb over the end. Then he held his small hand, thumb up, over his 
creamy ass like he was hitching. "Taste it, Chet. Lick it off and see if it 
really burns." 

Resting his hands on the child's slender thighs, Chet leaned forward and 
flicked his tongue over the ball of Robbie's thumb. There was an immediate 
stinging sensation, spicy and hot. 

"Yep, it's the hottest stuff I've got, all right. So what are you going to 
do with it?" he asked, running the tip of his tongue around his mouth to 
ease the bite of the sauce. 

"Watch!" 

The youngster wormed a couple of fingers around his shitter, then stretched 
and pulled his tender ass-ring open. Chet loved the looks of Robbie's 
crimson asswalls gleaming hot and moist inside. The musky ass odors of the 
child filled his nostrils as he breathed in deep. Then the little squirt put 
the open end of the bottle right inside his ass and pushed it through! 

"Holy Moses, boy! You aren't going to pour all that stuff into your 
ass-hole, are you?" 

"Yep, all of it. I can feel it already," said 

Robbie, wincing as the burning sauce sprinkled down his ass. He shoved the 
narrow neck of the bottle into his ass slit, then began to screw the wider 
part on in. When all he had was a fingerhold on the bottle, he started to 
shake and fuck the thing into himself, working all the burning liquid out of 
the bottle and into his guts. 

"It's burning me up, Chet!" he screamed, still frigging himself wildly with 
the bottle. "It's like a volcano erupting in my belly! Feels so good! Shit, 
my balls are on fire!" 

With that, the kid contracted into a ball and shot his cum. Bottle-fucking 
like crazy, he pulled back his knees in a quick, jerking rhythm, each 
contraction pumping out another spurt of jism. He spattered his face with 
strings of cream, lacing it over his eyes and nose and mouth and across his 
smooth cheeks. He blinked the cum out of his eyes and just kept on sperming 
off. 

Chet really liked seeing the kid orgasm-he was such a hot little cummer. It 
seemed his entire eighty pounds was seething with the thrill of shooting off 
his spunk, spasming and glistening and pumping. Chet was always amazed at 
Robbie's load, too, that little prick of his squirting off string after 
string of crystal jism with such wild abandon! Chet's own cock was 
rock-hard, and he was dying to get his hands on the hot-assed little kid. 

"Hot stuff!" Robbie gasped, then went into a series of quick, little 
sneezes. Each sneeze and another wad of cum leaped up from his little pink 
prick. "Shit, you'd think I'm allergic to hot peppers or something!" he 
said, and sneezed fast three or four more times. 

He pulled the bottle from his steamy ass-hole, and tossed it to the floor. 

"I dare you to fuck me now, Chet!" he grinned, and sneezed again. Snot 
gleamed on his upper lip and his blue eyes were watery and dazed. He rolled 
up and offered his flaming little ass. "It will be a real pain-fuck, Chet. 
My ass is going to be like fireworks on your cock!" 

Chet was ready. He aimed his cock knob into the furnace of the little kid's 
asscleft and nudged the boy's fiery pucker. "I can feel it, Robbie. Feels 
hot, right into my cumslit, like a stinging kiss!" 

Drawing in his breath, he pushed, and his cock sank into the inferno of the 
boy's squirming ass. 

"Fuck, that's hot!" he growled, plunging in to his balls inside the small 
boy. Both the man and boy ground their teeth as the pain flowered red in 
their guts and spread out through their limps. Both were filmed in a sheen 
of sweat. 

Chet thought the top of his head was going to explode right off from the 
intense sensations rippling around his cock inside the child. 

"Fuck me, Chet!" groaned Robbie. "I got to feel your cock stroking my 
guts-now!" 

Chet fucked. like a crazed animal, he fucked. Twisting and growling, 
hunkered over the little boy like a feeding lion, he rammed his fucker into 
that flaming ass over and over. He felt he had been sucked into the sun, 
burning with pleasure as he rutted into the boy wrapped tight and hot around 
his fucker. 

Robbie was out of his young mind with the pain and pleasure. His pink tongue 
was hanging out like a panting puppy. He turned his head and ran his snakey 
tongue over the backs of his knees, slurping his own sweat and breathing in 
little gasps. Tears and snot smeared his grimacing face, already streaked 
with strings of his jism. There was a humming sound deep in his slender 
throat. 

Chet felt he had reached a plateau-that he could go on fucking the kid's hot 
ass for hours on end. There was a sweltering fever in his brain, a burning 
in his balls, and a deep pit in his belly tingled and throbbed with intense 
urgency. But he kept on fucking hard, driving his cock deep into the boy. He 
wanted them both to hurt bad, to be mated with the awful pain of the 
fuck-and then to share in the sky-high thrill of orgasm. 

Robbie needed release-quick. He couldn't discipline himself to hold his 
spunk for much longer. The burning waves of heat stirred up by the man's 
fucker were just too much for him. He grabbed at his smarting red nipples 
and squeezed and twisted them madly. He needed the thrill of even more pain 
to bring himself off. He rubbed and pulled at the flaming discs, digging at 
his tits till they bled. 

"Yeoooow! Oh, shit! Can't take it any more!" he screeched. 

He went into violent orgasm around Chet's plowing cock. Licks of jism spat 
out his prick as he licked his legs and abused his tits. 

The erupting contractions of his ass were like a a hot greased rubber glove 
fisting Chet's sawing cock. He threw back his head, holding himself to the 
limit inside the boy. He felt Robbie convulse and burn with orgasm. Then, 
with a gasp like he was dying, the man collapsed onto the little balled-up 
boy. He had to cum before he fainted dead away! 

Robbie was in multiple orgasms, refusing or unable to stop his balls from 
brewing up more juice to pump out his lean cock. He was covered with it, and 
their bodies slipped and squished it around as Chet humped his heavy hips 
against the child's buns. 

Chet ran his tongue over Robbie's slick face. He tongued the boy's 
fluttering eyes, his cheeks. Then he covered Robbie's button nose and sucked 
in the snot-slime, biting down on the rubbery flesh. 

Then, as darkness shadowed the red haze of his brain, Chet came! Enormous 
pressure was released as the ball of flame in the pit of his belly swelled 
and he shot out his cum! Spurts of liquid fiery passion pumped from his 
cock, bathing Robbie's belly with thick, soothing jism. 

The youngster's own lust was renewed with Chet's cum. He squirted up higher 
and stronger as he felt the man fuck his cum deep into his guts. The room 
swirled, thick with the scent of sex as man and boy expended their spunk 
over and over again. 

"That was a gas, Chet," said the little kid as they finally came back to 
earth. "It felt like you were stirring up hot peppers around in my gut! It 
was like hot explosions in my gut!" 

"Shit, Robbie, you're still hot down there. All my jism just cooled you and 
my cock down a little. It stings like hell right now!" But he kept his 
drooping fucker deep in the kid's fiery ass. 

"Cool me down, then," said the kid, his eyes again devilish and sparkling. 

Chet gave the kid a lusty leer, knowing what he wanted. "You want me to piss 
in you, don't you?" 

"Yeah! Give my guts a golden shower! Give me a piss enema!" And he squirmed 
his ass, eager to tease the piss out. 

Chet had a load up his bladder, all right, a fullness burning with a 
different kind of warmth from the chillipepper pain of the boy's ass. He 
relaxed his belly and felt the stream of piss journey down through his 
half-hard fucker and gush out into the little kid. 

Robbie rubbed his sperm-slick tummy as he felt the piss fill him up. God, it 
felt good, having a man just use him as a toilet, feeling the stinking piss 
fill his belly! He knew he was going to cum again as the man let his 
piss-stream strengthen and gush quarts of yellow water up his shitter. 

The awful burning sensations ebbed as Chet watered down the hot sauce with 
his stream. He put out one fire inside the youngster, but lit another-a 
fuller, more passionate burning. On and on, he geysered out his piss deep 
into the child, the base of his cock firmly wrapped by the elastic ring of 
Robbie's quivering ass-hole. 

The youngster didn't let a drop escape. His mussy hair clung to his scalp as 
he thrashed around on the bed. There was a wonderful aching fullness getting 
better all the time as Chet continued to piss. 

He jerked. Chet was going to piss the jism right out of him. Watery spurts 
of cum zapped from his little cock. He laughed and rubbed the slime around 
his belly as it spurted out, like a child playing in a bath. 

As Chet's pissload petered out, his cock took on starch like an inflating 
balloon. It came right up, hard as a steel shaft and sensitive as a kitten's 
belly. He hardly fucked-he just slid his cock in and out through the 
sloshing piss, cum and peppersauce churning around in the child's burning 
guts. 

Then he shot again. His balls buzzed and his cock vibrated inside the boy, 
his jism pumping out a sputtering series of creamy strings. 

The youngster reached up as they came off, pulling Chet's face to his in a 
long, dreamy wet kiss. Then he pulled away from the man's mouth and giggled 
boyishly. "That's your second birthday present, Chet!" 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

"Okay, Son, take this paper and these clothes and go to the intern's office. 
When he's through with you, I'll take you to your unit," growled the 
Admissions Officer. 

Robbie took the small bundle of clothes and the admission sheet, and walked 
to the office marked "Intern." He had been picked up for the same thing that 
brought him and Chet together-breaking into cars-and he was in detention now 
for an indefinite time. 

Ordinarily, he wouldn't be too upset, but he was going to miss living with 
Chet. He felt he had really let the man down. He couldn't even give the 
Admissions Officer Chet's name and his eyes became watery as he thought of 
the good times fucking he and Chet had together. 

"Come in, come in!" said a man's voice on the other side of the door. 

Robbie entered. 

"Ah, Nurse Babbit, it appears we have a new customer!" said the doctor, a 
leering smile on his face. 

A woman turned to face the child, adjusting her rimless glasses. 

"My, my, and a little beauty he is, too, Carl," she said without a trace of 
a smile. Her gray eyes sparkled as she ran them up and down the small boy. 

The doctor stroked his short beard, licking his lips. "Well, don't just 
stand there. Put those clothes down and strip off what you're wearing." 

Robbie put the little pile of clothing on a chair and handed the paper to 
the man. "You want me naked?" 

The doctor became impatient. "Strip, I said. Yes, naked, nude, bare, 
skinned, stripped, unclothed, peeled, undressed!" 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

When Robbie came to, he was in a small room, flat on a musty mattress, his 
head reeling. He came around slowly, not even opening his eyes for a moment. 
He felt pretty good, though. He smiled to himself, remembering the treatment 
the medical staff had given him. 

He became aware of a sound, a persistent squeaking noise, near him. He 
opened his eyes. The small boy turned his head on the stained pillow and 
looked to the bed opposite him. He smiled again. 

There on the smelly mattress was a gorgeous 

"Put your hands up around your neck. Yes, like that," said the woman. She 
lifted the camera, checking the focus. "That pose really makes his ribs 
stand out, Carl. Isn't he sweet, and so skinny. Look how his tummy sucks in 
when he stands like that. And not a hair anywhere, Carl, not even a hint of 
it in his armpits." 

Click! went the camera. 

The man was as delighted as the woman that the boy was seemingly hairless 
all over. Young boys like this were a top seller on the chickhawk market. 
His palms sweated as he saw the little jut of Robbie's cock sticking out the 
front of the black briefs. 

"Take a couple from the back while I get his measurements," he said. "Come 
over to the scale, Robbie." 

The child stood on the scale, hands at his sides, while the doctor made 
notes. "Eighty-three pounds," he mumbled, then measured Robbie's height. 

Click! 

"Oh, Carl, what a lovely little rump he has. I think you call it a 
bubble-butt, don't you? You must let me help you with a prostate probe on 
this one." 

Click! 

The doctor's hand trembled, touching the small boy's soft bare skin. The 
child was just right-even the way his front teeth gleamed white through his 
parted red lips. And not a hair on him! He wondered if there were maybe just 
a few, down there, tucked into his bikini bottom. He hoped there weren't. 

"You want me to take my pants off now?" asked Robbie. 

"My, my, what an eager little boy we have here, Miss Babbit," the man 
purred. He worked his fingers under the elastic of Robbie's briefs and 
marveled at the velvety warmth of the youngster's smooth ass. He ran a 
couple of fingers down the boy's steamy asscrack, working the black cotton 
down over Robbie's tiny buns. Click! 

"Cometm, Carl, let's strip him and get to work on him," said the woman 
impatiently, lowering the camera. 

The doctor pulled his sweaty hand out of the boy's underpants. 

"Get off the scales and just stand there a minute," he said, taking his 
clipboard to the desk and making a few more notes. 

"Your name is Robbie?" asked the nurse. 

The child nodded. 

She put the camera up to her rimless glasses again. "You just stand there 
facing away like that, and I'll take a couple more pictures." She clicked 
the shutter. "He's so darling, Carl, with his little briefs draped over his 
bottom like that. You can see right into his pink crack. Turn around, 
Robbie." 

The boy slowly pivoted on his little bare feet. 

"Oh, yes!" said the woman. "Robbie, pull your pants down just a bit more in 
front, yes, that's good. Carl, look. You can just see where his little penis 
hangs down from the base of his tummy!" 

Click! 

The doctor turned and looked. His heart gave a leap when he saw that, yes, 
the lad was perfectly hairless. The black bikinis hung in a careless slant 
down over Robbie's bony hips. The root of his cock and about an inch of his 
creamy little pisser were exposed. There was an erotic little fold, common 
in young boys, where his prick jutted down from his belly. 

"The kid's got a hard-on, Miss Babbitt," he said hoarsely. "Can you orgasm, 
Robbie?" 

The dark-haired boy merely nodded. 

"Do you feel sexy now?" asked the nurse. "Your little penis is stiff in your 
pants." 

"Yes." Robbie sucked in his tummy. 

The doctor put down his pencil. "Has a man ever put his cock up your ass, 
Robbie?" 

The youngster stared at the man with dreamy blue eyes. "Yes." 

"Did you like it?" 

Robbie nodded. 

The nurse looked up and saw his pulse beating in the hollow of his slender 
neck. Then she looked down again. "Your pants are wet, Robbie. There's a 
damp spot right where your penis is sticking out." 

"You're hot as a pistol, aren't you, kid," hummed the man, seeing the boy's 
prick jerk through the thin fabric. "You're ready to cum off right now, just 
thinking about getting fucked, aren't you? Thinking about the heavy slide of 
a thick cock pushing up your ass, filling your guts till you have to shoot 
your cream off with the thrill of a butt-fuck. Feeling the man ram your 
little shitter till he creams in you. Bet you get off on it hurting as a man 
fucks his big prick up your ass. Bet you like your tits worked over, too, 
huh?" 

Robbie jerked his head back slightly with the man's words. The hum of the 
doctor's voice was almost hypnotic. His little prick was so hard, it hurt, 
pulling up against the cotton fabric of his bikinis. 

"Get the camera ready, Nurse," said the man. "Robbie, I want you to think 
hard about a man fucking through your buns." He paused. "Now strip!" 

The small boy dug his thumbs under the elastic band, arching out his bony 
pelvis. He yanked the shorts down, scraping his cock. His lean prick flipped 
out and up, smacking to his tummy with a juicy slap. The boy sucked in his 
gut and rose on his toes, tight as a spring. 

"Cum!" growled the man. 

Without touching his cock, Robbie orgasmed. Stiff as a board, he pissed up a 
long, sweet stream of sticky jism. It spattered around his slender neck and 
flew over his shoulder. He strained with the orgasm and shot spurt after 
spurt of creamy spunk as the camera clicked and whirred. Strings of jism 
laced over his ribs, clinging and flowing down over his tiny tits. It 
trickled and oozed over his belly. 

"Get on the table!" ordered the man. 

His cock still leaking cream, Bobby kicked the tiny briefs off his feet and 
scampered up to the examination table. 

"Nurse, the capsule, please," said the man, rising from the chair and going 
to the end of the table at the boy's head. 

"Robbie, plant your feet up flat on the table with your knees up and 
spread." 

Miss Babbit gazed between the youngster's firm little buns. While the man 
stroked and caressed the boy, smearing his jism around his skinny belly and 
over his chest, she snapped a couple pictures of Robbie's raw ass-hole. It 
was so pretty, she thought, a moist, juicy dimple gleaming erotically in his 
hairless ass slit. She wished once again that she was a man, that she had a 
big, hard, sensitive cock that could sink right in and up through that 
delicate little ass-hole. 

She would do the next best thing. She put down the camera and reached for a 
rubber glove. After slipping the fleshy rubber over her hand, she dabbed 
into some vaseline and smeared it around her fingers all the way to her 
wrist. 

"Now, let's see how tight the boy is," said the nurse, worming her greasy 
finger around the small boy's pulsing ass-ring. "Go ahead, Doctor, give him 
a hit." 

As the woman began to finger-fuck the child, the man held Robbie's small 
face and broke the capsule under his nose. He rubbed the kid's own jism over 
his face as he breathed in the tingling gas. 

Robbie breathed in deeply, his tiny nostrils flaring, immediately thrilling 
to the touch of a worming finger sinking up inside his ass-hole. He sucked 
in the fumes from the capsule and was off into dreamland, feeling 
wonderfully light-headed and sexy. 

When the man felt Robbie relax, and saw his soft blue eyes glazing over, he 
reached for his zipper and dug out his cock, already hard. It was gnarled 
with veins and not terribly thick, but very long, with the plum-like knob 
pulsing and shining. 

The doctor stroked his cock, then scooped up a palm of jism off Robbie's 
chest and ran that over his gnarled sheath. "Go ahead with more fingers, 
Babbit. I think this kid can take them." 

The woman pulled out, watching Robbie's ass-ring fold back a bit, gleaming 
red and moist. Then she ran three fingers together right back into the boy 
before his ass-hole tightened up any. 

The youngster groaned with pleasure, and with just a little bit of pain. He 
felt so heavenly dizzy and hot. The drug and the woman's fluttering fingers 
had him on the delicious edge of orgasm, and everything seemed to move in 
slow motion. 

"OK, let's scoot him this way," said the man. He grabbed under Robbie's 
moist armpits and pulled on the kid's skinny shoulders. The woman just 
pushed with her hand up his buns. The kid was light and they had him over 
the edge of the table in a second, his neck stretched out and upward as his 
long hair fell down behind him. 

Robbie could see the man's cock in front of his nose, a big purple-headed 
prick. Saliva gushed in his mouth and drooled up over his smooth flushed 
cheeks. 

"You want that, don't you, Robbie? You'd like to have my long cock sunk down 
your throat, wouldn't you? You want me to cum in your sweet little mouth, 
don't you?" 

Robbie did. He nodded his upside-down head and opened his mouth wide. 

The doctor waved his wet cock in Robbie's face, running the head of it 
around the boy's nose and cheeks and lips, spreading a trail of slimy lube. 
He loved rubbing his funky prick around a little boy's face. 

He bent his cock down and pushed in. Yes, that felt damn good, sliding over 
the kid's spit-slippery tongue. He rested his hands on the boy's ribs, 
feeling the youngster's pointed tits under his pressing palms. He pushed 
inch after inch of his prick into Robbie's reddened face. 

As the boy felt his throat stretched by the man's fucker, he felt the 
fingers up his ass being pulled out. He let out a moan, regretting the loss. 
He lifted his knees till his feet came up off the table, hoping to tempt the 
woman to continue frigging his ass. 

"Oh you're an eager little colt, aren't you?" she said, seeing the child If 
it and spread his legs for her. "Yes, yes, my child. I'll satisfy you." 

She put all her fingertips together into a cone shape, her thumb within the 
cluster. She rested one hand against the baby-soft skin at the back of 
Robbie's thigh and pushed her five fingers into his crimson ass-hole. 

"That's it, Babbit, cram them all up his ass. This kid needs it special," 
gasped the man, beads of sweat on his forehead. "He's got a terrific lip 
lock on the base of my cock, and his throat has such a suction, you wouldn't 
believe it!" 

He fucked in and out, stabbing his cock till his prick hair rubbed over the 
youngster's chin. 

The nurse pushed and twisted until the child's ass-ring spread wide. She 
worked her hand into Robbie, then sank in quickly as his abused pucker 
closed down around her wrist. She pushed Robbie's delicate pelvic structure 
aside and ran her hand deep up into the little boy's belly. Robbie writhed 
and groaned at the incredible fullness, the pain, the wonderful, flowering 
passion stirred up by the fist up his ass. 

Back and front, pumping and fucking, the adult man and woman worked up their 
sexual energy on the willing boy victim. Sweat glistened over them as they 
fucked cock and hand into Robbie. Grunting and squishing sounds filled the 
small room as the doctor and nurse plowed the child's guts. 

The young boy did everything to help the brutal adults reach their goal. He 
sucked and gagged around the throatful of cock. He worked his ass-ring 
around the woman's digging hand. He pulled up his feet even farther, 
planting his soles right over the nurse's ample tits. She gasped and fisted 
him more cruelly as she felt his tiny toes spreading and digging into her 
tit. 

Robbie couldn't stand it. He felt so much pressure and throbbing, aching 
pain in his gut. The man's cock seemed to swell to incredible size, cutting 
off his air. He seemed to be all jism-warm, oozing cream just needing to 
spurt out. 

The man and woman worked over his guts as the boy contracted smoothly into a 
tight ball. As his knees hit the table, Robbie shot. Lightning bolts zapped 
his brain as blasts of cream spurted from his little prick. 

At that, the doctor began to cock-pump the kid's gullet, his hips thrusting 
convulsively as he fucked his cock deep and hard through the boy's swelling 
lips. 

The woman became even more brutal. She fucked and fisted her hand up his 
belly. She looked down between the youngster's slender legs and thrilled. 
She could see her hand working in his skinny tummy! 

The kid kept squirting out clear spunk from his pale pink prick longer after 
most men would stop cumming off. He spread and lifted for punishment, urging 
the nurse to use him as hard as she wanted. His toes worked over her tits 
like a kitten's paws. His ass-hole was a mass of sensitive mucus-slick jolts 
of ecstasy, yearning for the pulverizing fisting the woman was giving it. 

The fucking, it had to peak! Robbie couldn't stand it much longer. He was 
about to black out with suffocating passion, his body a ball of fiery, 
spunky flesh rammed full from both ends. He bounced slightly on the table, 
and was pushed back and forth by cock and fist. The pair were a fucking 
machine, their faces impassive, intense, as they thrust themselves over and 
over, deep into the little kid. 

Robbie was spacy with drugs and sex. His tiny toes clutched till they dug 
into Babbit fiercely. 

His ass-hole fluttered madly around the nurse's jabbing hand. He reached up 
to the doctor, grabbing and pulling at him, forcing the man to plow with 
greater speed and forced down his gagging throat. And his cock still 
spunked. 

The doctor had never seen a boy this young so passionate, so wild, drugged 
or not. His cock burned and swelled, ready to explode out his balljuice deep 
into the pit of the youngster's heaving belly. He pounded several times, 
slapping his balls into Robbie's eyes. Then he tensed his ass-cheeks firmly 
and fucked out his jism down the young boy's throat. 

Nurse Babbit grunted and fisted into Robbie like she was kneading dough. She 
felt a gushing of warmth spread from between her legs and envelop her in 
waves of pleasure. 

And Robbie just kept on orgasming around them as the man and woman reached 
supreme bliss within his body. 

The room reeked with Robbie's jism when they were through. That, and a nice 
hint of his fucked-out ass blended with the odor of disinfectant. 

Robbie lifted the designer polo shirt over his head, mussing his dark curly 
hair. Chet had given him that shirt. 

Robbie slid his pants down his slender legs and off his feet, putting them 
on a chair. He stood with only a pair of black bikini briefs hugging his 
skinny hips. 

"Oh, those are cute little undies," said the woman. "Aren't they darling, 
Carl. Those black briefs make his pale skin look so creamy. Let me get a 
picture of the kid like that before he strips." 

"Yeah, go ahead. He does look pretty sexy with those little things. Take a 
couple, front and back." The man gazed over Robbie, again stroking his 
beard. 

The woman grabbed a camera. "We need to photograph each incoming juvenile, 
Robbie. For the official records." 

The boy nodded. He figured what they were really up to, though. He knew they 
wanted to get into his tight little pants, that they were probably hot for 
helpless young boys. He figured the camera was for some hot-selling 
pornography on the underground market. A thrill ran through him, wanting to 
give them a good show. 

"How do you want me?" he asked. blonde boy, his skin a light golden tan all 
over. The youth was absolutely naked. He looked honey-ripe and 
spunky-looking. The boy was at that age where his hands and feet were big 
for the rest of him. His wheat-blonde hair was rather short and feathered 
lightly around his young face. He sensed that Robbie was looking at him and 
turned his dark brown eyes. "Hi, sleeping beauty," he grinned, "Welcome to 
the Horny Hotel! What's your name, joker?" 

Robbie still had a little difficulty focusing, and he didn't answer right 
away. Besides, he was startled by the lad's beauty, and those liquid brown 
eyes really excited him. 

The squeaking noise? That was from the blonde boy sitting there on his 
haunches, humping up and down on the old springs. Robbie could see the kid's 
pink prick sticking up six inches from his creamy belly between his spread 
legs. His cock had just a light little furring of fuzz around the base of 
it. 

"Still a little groggy, huh?" smiled the blonde. "I hear the dear old doc 
and his sidekick nurse really had a two-ring circus with you. I hear they 
had to knock off work early after their session with you! Don't blame them 
any, either, Shit, boy, you're a real little cutey. Looks like you fucked 
out a heap of juice, from the looks of it all over you. What's your name, 
joker?" 

"My name's Robbie," the tousle-haired youngster finally said, rubbing his 
eyes. "What's yours?" 

The beautiful blonde gave a deep throaty chuckle. "Folks just call me 
Thumper, and you just call me that, too." 

The boy squinted his deep brown eyes a bit and tensed his tummy so his 
muscles stood out softly. Then he began rocking his hips again, looking real 
pleased with himself. 

Robbie was awake now. He leaned up on his elbow and looked at Thumper more 
closely. 

"Holy shit!" he exclaimed. "I didn't see him." 

Sunk into the bed, his head pushed into the strained mattress and his face 
surrounded by Thumper's humping buns, was a lean brown child flat on his 
back. He was so skinny, he just disappeared right into the soft bed. 

"Oh, that's Pepe, but I sometimes call him pee-pee!" smiled Thumper with a 
nod of his head. "He-likes to drink piss about as much as eat shit. He's a 
little sweetheart from Mexico staying with us in this luxury resort. His 
folks were sent back to the mother country and he's a ward of the state. The 
little kid can't get enough of my ass. You should feel what his tongue and 
lips are doing to my ass right now." 

"You look about ready to shoot, Thumper," said Robbie. 

The blonde's cock did look stiff enough to fire off a load. A steady stream 
of pre-cum bubbled from his cumslit and dripped over Pepe's skinny ribs. And 
Thumper's snowy balls were bunched up tight on the brown boy's jawing chin. 

"Hell, Robbie, I could shoot off any time. I think I'll drop in another turd 
though, and watch Pepe cum off with a mouthful first." 

"You're shitting in him?" asked Robbie, excited. 

"Sure am, joker," laughed the blonde. "Hell, the little bugger loves to eat 
my shit, he can't get enough of it. He says it's the smoothest, tastiest 
shit he's ever eaten!" 

Thumper continued all this time to ride the boy's face like he was on one of 
those barroom broncos, his hips moving in hydraulic humps over the boy's 
nose and mouth, really wiping his ass-hole around into the boy's worming 
little tongue. 

Thumper stroked his cock a couple times as he moved, rubbing around the 
juicy cockhead and then fisting back down, spreading his slime down over the 
smooth stalk. It was as pretty as he was, golden-pale and straight. His 
tight balls and asscrack were hairless. 

The blonde soaked up the pulsing sensations snaked up through his shitter, 
then sighed deeply. "If you don't think Pepe gets off on eating shit, check 
out his cock." 

Robbie looked down into the valley of the mattress. The kid was small, but 
hell, he had a fucker on him! Hairless as a Hershey bar, the boy's cock was 
thick and long. It jutted about eight inches from his bare groin up to where 
it dripped lube into his tummy button! 

"Hot damn, the kid's got a horse cock on him!" Robbie whispered. "Looks 
pretty heavy on a puny little kid like him. Shit, he's even smaller than I 
am. Looks like he's got an inch of cock for every year of his life." 

"Hell, the joker's only a young kid and probably been underfed. Maybe he 
learned to like shit from eating dirt!" Thumper laughed. "You should see him 
at meal times around here. He watches every bite I stick in my mouth, then 
his big eyes watch as I chew it up and swallow it down. Hell, he knows he's 
going to get what I chew on down his own throat later on, and he gets all 
excited there and then, fisting his balls under the table." 

"Sounds hot, Thumper," said Robbie, his own cock jerking a beat against his 
belly. 

The golden youth ground his blonde buns up and down into Pepe's face. "Shit, 
one time we had hot dogs. I ate that thing real slow, watching him right 
back the whole time. I spread my lips, dripping spit down my chin. His eyes 
about popped out as I pushed the weiner in between my teeth. His little 
brown hands were clenched into fists on the table. And when I bit down on 
it, he just spurted off as my teeth sunk into the meat! The little joker 
just creamed up right up in front of his face as I chewed around on the 
weiner real slow and sexy! 

"You ready to lay another turd?" 

"Yeah, I think so," smiled the blonde. "You watch now, joker. I twist his 
little brown tits around as I drop my turd. You'll see how this Tijuana 
chicken can eat it up and cum off like a geyser." 

Robbie watched as Thumper strained his lean belly, gripping his thighs as he 
pushed a smooth hunk of shit out of his ass. 

"He's tickling it out of my shitter! I can feel his tongue just sucking it 
out!" he giggled, sucking in his tummy. "I'm feeding him my shit, joker!" 

The blonde boy got his fingers busy on Pepe's nipples as the kid ate his ass 
load. He pinched them erect pretty quick, then twisted and rubbed them hard. 

Robbie saw the brown child throw out his ribbed chest to take the painful 
abuse. He could see the little kid's fat cock lift in preorgasmic jerks up 
his belly. He saw Pepe's jaw working to suck out the turd and chew it up. 

"He's got it! Now watch his cock!" Thumper twisted and dug roughly at the 
rubbery little nipples in his fingers. 

The little kid arched up. His feet planted flat on the bed, he lifted his 
tiny ass up till he was bent tight as a bow. His meaty cock looked even 
bigger when he thinned himself up real tense like that. The brown fucker 
bobbed and vibrated and dribbled-and shot! 

"Look at that joker pump it out!" yelled Thumper. "Just looking at that big 
brown cock piss a load is enough for me!" 

With that, the lithe blonde squirmed his buns around in little circles, 
mashing his shitty ass firmly into Pepe's face. The honey-blonde threw back 
his head, his red lips parted, and pissed out his jism. 

Robbie ran his tongue over his teeth as he watched the two boys stiffen and 
shoot. Two strong, spurting streams of jism arced over through each other. A 
couple times, the spurts met in mid-air and splattered droplets of creamy 
spunk all over them. The little brown youngster had a hefty bag of balls to 
go with his heavy fucker, and he kept on straining up and cumming. 

Thumper was really enjoying himself, shitting and cumming and laughing with 
joy. He still worked pain into the cocoa nipples, but now they were all 
slippery and squishy with spunky slime between his fingers. Shit, it looked 
like he was breaking in a wild pony, the way he rode Pepe's willowy, 
bucking, spunking body, mounted firm right on his face. His blonde prick 
spat up line after line of ballsnot as he writhed around. 

Pepe was swimming in jism. It ran in syrupy streams off his sides. It 
trickled up his chest and oozed thickly around his slender neck. Robbie 
breathed in the heady bleachy smell. He twisted and tugged at his own balls 
wildly. 

"Can I lick him off, Thumper?" he gasped. 

"Hell," said the blonde as his jism petered down, "I'll join you, joker, if 
you don't mind sharing dessert!" He dismounted Pepe's face and swung the 
brown child sideways so his skinny little legs dangled over the side of the 
bed. "I'll start at this end, Robbie. You can start with his feet, OK?" 

"Shit, that's fine. The cream's running down his legs like a river of hot 
oil," squealed Robbie as he bounced off the bed and went to his hands and 
knees between Pepe's feet. 

It was true, the jism was running down the twig-thin legs and over Pepe's 
feet. It trickled right down between his tiny brown toes. Robbie put his ass 
in the air and his tongue down into those smelly, slimy toes. He tongued up 
a squishy glob of it off those twitching brown toes and ran it around his 
mouth, working it against his teeth and savoring the flavor and texture. 
Robbie slurped up between each moist little toe, coating his tongue with cum 
and tasty toe-jam and swallowing it down. 

At the other end, Thumper's pink tongue went over Pepe's sensitive tits. The 
little Mexican groaned and panted with the rough tonguing. The golden boy 
plowed his open mouth down in long sweeps over the sucked-in brown belly, 
scooping up waves of jism till he filled his cheeks. Then he sloshed it 
around, tilting back his blonde head and gargling on the thick warm liquid. 

Robbie laughed as Thumper gargled cum till his air gave out. Then the 
playful blonde dropped his tongue and let the jism flow down easy, coating 
his throat, holding his breath the whole time. Robbie saw that the blonde's 
cock was still steely stiff. 

Then Robbie went back to licking up spunk, running his tongue up the lean, 
shiny shins of the kid. The stuff was delicious and his balls were aching as 
he filled his belly with it. 

Finally, both boys' tongues were sliding around Pepe's beefy cock. The big 
fucker was just a little spongy after spurting off like that, and it flopped 
on his bony hips as the two boys laved around it. They cleaned up around the 
thick, hairless root of his cock, slurping up his heavy ballsac. Their 
tongues met in a pool of warm jism smack in the middle of the child's tummy. 
Smearing their cheeks around in the goo, Thumper and Robbie pressed their 
cum-my lips together and sucked tongues madly. 

The boys almost forgot to breathe as they frenched each other's spermy 
mouth. Robbie was getting so hot, he felt like he'd breathed in some more of 
those fumes the doctor had used on him. 

"I got to cum, Thumper," he moaned, his rubbery lips running over the 
beautiful blonde's mouth. "My cock's about to fuck a hole in my belly and my 
balls are on fire!" 

"You want to fuck his face?" Thumper asked, flicking his tongue across 
Robbie's red lips and catching a glob of cum. "The joker loves to suck cock 
about as much as eating ass." 

"Sure, anything. I just got to cum!", "Let's try something," beamed the 
blonde, a real sparkle lighting up his deep brown eyes. "Stand up." 

Robbie stood. His little prick was up as stiff as it could be. It didn't 
even move-like it was glued to his hairless tummy. He felt like if a feather 
touched it, it would just cream off. 

He watched as the blonde switched the brown little boy around on the bed 
again, this time so his head dangled over the side. Robbie saw the 
youngster's face for the first time. He was cute all right, and very young. 

"Now get on your belly on the floor," said the blonde. 

Robbie did, his cock feeling like a pen pressed up against his pubes. He 
felt Thumper lift up his feet and put his ankles up over his shoulders. Then 
the blonde reached forward and grabbed Robbie around his chest, his big 
hands running under the child's armpits. Then he lifted up, standing on his 
spread feet. 

Holy shit, thought Robbie. He was pretty supple, and he bent back, back into 
a U-shape as Robbie lifted his light weight up off the floor. His ribs about 
broke through his skin as his supple body was stretched back tight. His 
tummy about hit his backbone, sucked in and curved down and out. 

"How does that feel, joker?" asked the blonde, pulling Robbie even tighter. 

"Kind of sexy, Thumper," said the youngster. He felt the soles of his feet 
getting tickled in his own hair as Thumper's big hands pressed him into the 
contorted position. 

"Let's fuck his face!" 

Thumper spread his feet over Pepe's face. The Mexican was saying something 
in Spanish, working his brown-smeared lips. His eyes wide and wild. The 
blonde maneuvered Robbie's jutting belly down and the brown youngster weaved 
his head to capture Robbie's cock. 

They connected! Robbie threw his tousled head back into his stinky feet as 
he felt the child swallow his prick. The kid had a talented mouth. He 
wrapped his tongue around the pisser and lip-locked the hairless cockroot. 
As Thumper saw the boy's cock sink into Pepe's funky lips, he started to 
piston Robbie up and down, running his little prick between those puffy 
brown lips. 

Robbie was delirious with pleasure. His contorted position enhanced the sex. 
And feeling the blonde's big warm hands lift and lower him into that sucking 
mouth had him thrashing his head in total bliss. 

They fucked like that for several minutes, Robbie just barely managing to 
hold his orgasms in check. Sweat built up between Thumper and Robbie, making 
them hot and slippery. 

Then Pepe dropped his jaw open wide. As the blonde dropped Robbie's cock 
into his mouth, the cocoa kid took in his little ballbag right along with 
it! 

"Shit, he's got my balls! Fuck me harder, Thumper, really plow me into him, 
please!" he pleaded. "Let me feel him grab my balls and chew them over!" 

The golden boy worked the kid's contorted body like he was churning butter. 
His own cock was up and randy as hell once again, and he knew how the little 
dark-haired kid felt. He saw that the tan little sucker had a stiff cock 
again too. 

Pepe pulled and sucked and chewed over Robbie's tender balls, sinking his 
teeth into his stiff prick and tonguing around the supersensitive cumslit. 
Robbie felt like his eggsac was getting yanked right out, stretching and 
aching for release. 

Thumper added a final touch. He ground his fingers into Robbie's tit discs 
as he held him tight. His fingernails dug in and zapped a super-pain thrill 
through the youngster. A final couple of ramming fuck thrusts into Pepe's 
sucking mouth and Robbie blew his wad. 

He screamed, shuddering violently against the blonde's sweaty hold. Pepe 
milked at the child's prick as gushes of spunk spurted out. Robbie's tummy 
went tight as a drum and his tiny ass-hole convulsed as he pissed his jism 
out in orgasm after orgasm. 

The taste of rich, ripe ballcream flowed onto the brown child's tonsils. His 
fat fucker lifted off his skinny tummy and shot off. 

Thumper felt Robbie's orgasm rip through his supple body and his hips fucked 
air. He jack-knifed over, running his face through Robbie's mussy dark hair, 
and he pissed out licks of jism, long and hard. 

"What a gas!" panted Robbie, as they lay back on the bed, three naked little 
boys all spunked out and sexy as hell. 

"You're a great little joker, Robbie," said the blonde. "If you get off on 
some rough stuff, just wait till you meet Arnie." 

"Arnie?" 

"He's our group worker, here in Boys One. I think you'll like him, joker," 
he said with a wink. "I know he'll like you!" 

 CHAPTER SIX 

While Chet began a search for his tousle-haired little chicken, Robbie got 
into the action of the detention home. It was hot and heavy, too, better 
than any of the other juvie flops he'd spent some time in. Thumper and Pepe 
made a big difference, naturally; the two spunky youngsters were always into 
some ball-busting sex antics. And then there was Arnie. 

Arnie was their group worker, a big, bulky Japanese. The man had once 
trained as a sumo wrestler, and he still retained some of the girth he'd put 
on during that time. But most of his weight was packed into his massive 
muscles. And there was a cool, cruel gleam in his dark eyes between those 
slitted lids of his. A droopy black moustache ran over his thick upper Up. 

There was a story that Arnie's foster father had been head of a prisoner of 
war camp. Thumper got a boyish charge out of telling gruesome stories of how 
Arnie's father would torture the victims in his charge. Then he'd laugh real 
fruity, stiff with his own story, and the boys would fuck till they spunked. 

It was after dinner. Robbie noticed that Thumper hadn't eaten, that the 
bouncy blonde seemed rather solemn. He was normally so spunky that Robbie 
was concerned. 

"Hey, what's the matter, Thumper?" asked Robbie. "You didn't even eat 
dinner." 

"I didn't eat all day, joker." A little slick smile spread over the blonde's 
lips. "Arnie is going to discipline me tonight!" 

Robbie's little cock gave a jerk, smack up against his tummy. "Discipline 
you?" 

Thumper just nodded, then looked down between his legs. "See, I ain't even 
got a hard on. And I ain't spunked all day. Arnie said he wants me to stay 
soft and not to cum off. He wants to use me. He wants to see what I can 
take." 

Just then, Arnie came to the door. The bulk of the Japanese dominated the 
doorway. The guy must have weighed over two hundred and fifty. He was 
wearing a black sweatsuit over his massive body. His beady black eyes 
scanned the boys quickly. "Come with me, Thumper. It's time." 

"Can we come, too!" cried Robbie. "You can discipline us, too, if you want." 

Arnie just gave a deep chuckle. "Maybe I will, my little chicken, maybe I 
will. But come along. You can watch the blonde angel and his ordeal 
tonight." 

Thumper was on his feet in a second. His eyes were dreamy and glazed with 
excitement as he accompanied the massive Oriental down the hall. The other 
boys followed, stiff and randy. The three youngsters were dwarfed by the 
size of the man, and they seemed so deliciously vulnerable, all naked and 
skinny. 

Arnie let them go ahead so he could ogle their slender boy bodies. He liked 
their creamy little buns, twitching and lifting as they walked, but it was 
the blonde's ass that his eyes dwelt on. The child's ass was a dream, golden 
and smooth, with seashell pink curving in down the lovely little slit. 

But there were some preliminaries before Arnie would fuck that ass tonight. 
He was going to have fun, and it was going to last some time. 

"In that door!" he bellowed, indicating a door on the left. 

The children entered, and Arnie closed and latched the door behind them. It 
used to be a storage room, but the Japanese had equipped it to his own uses. 
He'd painted it red, walls and ceiling. Candles and incense burned. A 
yin-yang banner was draped over a small, low altar-like table in the center 
of the room. 

"Thumper, I am pleased to see you have managed to discipline yourself," said 
the man, seeing the-boy's flaccid prick. "You are so very pretty like that. 
You are such a fine young monk. Are you ready to endure the initiation into 
the Order of Niaji?" 

"I am, Arnie," said the lithe blonde, his dark eyes lowered. 

"You will not erect until so ordered?" 

"I will not, master." 

"You will not spill your cum until I order you to?" 

"As the master speaks." 

"You will endure any pain without complaint?" 

Thumper looked up and met the man's blackberry eyes. 

"Do it!" he said, drawing in his stomach. His prick gave a twitch but 
remained soft. "You boys, get over against the wall and make no noise," he 
snarled to Robbie and Pepe. "You do not cum off, either of you, until I so 
order!" 

Robbie figured that the guy meant it. He was going to obey the huge man even 
if he had to cut off his balls to do it! 

"Thumper, you are under my control now," Arnie said smoothly, his eyes 
staring down into the golden boy's brown orbs. "Stand on the altar, your 
feet spread." 

The boy did as he was told. He stood as if in a daze, the curling smoke of 
incense rising around his slender legs. His cock dangled down over his 
hairless balls, a perfect tube of soft pink flesh, gleaming wet. 

"Raise your arms beside you!" ordered Arnie. 

Thumper put out his arms, looking like he was nailed to a cross. His smooth 
armpits glistened with dew. His firm belly rose and fell. 

Arnie began to slowly remove his black sweats. He lifted the shirt over his 
head. Robbie's eyes grew wide, seeing his weighty pectorals solid and firm. 
His arms were as thick as Robbie's waist. His belly was huge, but not 
flabby. And even with Thumper standing on the low table, the guy towered 
over the boy. 

Arnie stripped off his black sweatpants. Underneath was the diaper-like 
costume of the sumo wrestler, pulled around his thick waist with a band. A 
loincloth ran bulging between his tree-trunk legs and up to the belted cloth 
in back. His ass blended with his thighs in a single beefy hunk of muscle. 
All that remained were a pair of long black socks pulled high up his stout 
legs. 

Robbie saw that Thumper had begun to tremble and sweat a bit with the effort 
to hold his arms out like that. But the Japanese was in no hurry. He bent 
down and peeled one of the socks off his foot, then the other, slowly. He 
held up the last stinky sock and approached the golden boy. 

"The mask of initiation," intoned Arnie, lifting the open end of the sock 
over Thumper's feathered blonde head. He stretched it wide and slipped it 
down over the boy. 

Thumper's deep brown eyes showed only deep submission to Arnie as he offered 
himself to the ordeal in adoration of the dominant man. A string of slime 
stretched down from the tip of his drooping prick. 

The sock hugged pretty tight, but the Japanese tugged it down over the boy's 
nose, down over his mouth, and pulled it firmly under the boy's smooth chin. 

Robbie could see the kid breathe in the scent of the man, the sock sinking 
in at his nostrils and open mouth. The shining string of fucklube dampened 
the altar between his feet. His whole golden body took on the sheen of 
sex-sweat as he stood there quivering with the effort to hold his pose and 
please the master. 

Arnie opened a large, suitcase-sized wooden box. It was packed with 
instruments and devices. The man reached in with large, pudgy fingers and 
pulled out a whip. 

"This, Thumper, will test your ability to stand and endure the sting of the 
whip," he purred, uncurling and snapping the short lash. A crack exploded in 
the room and Pepe and Robbie both jumped. 

Arnie stood with the ivory handle gripped tightly in his meaty hand, looking 
over the youngster before him. With a quick flip of the handle, the thin 
leather flew up and stung Thumper across the chest, right over both his 
coral-pink nipples. The tiny tits pointed firmly and blazed crimson. 
Robbie's mouth watered as he saw the weal emerge on the boy's tender skin. 
His small cock was stiff as a pin and jerked with each slap of pain. 

The whip kissed across Thumper's belly, streaking it with red. He sucked in 
his gut, but made no move to avoid the pain. Arnie circled the golden boy, 
bathing the youngster in a warm shower of pain. Raised welts of agony 
crisscrossed his firm little buns. The sumo trainer lashed down the young 
boy's tender legs then up his lean back and into his exposed armpits. He 
used the cracking tip, flicking the ivory hilt underhand, to sting directly 
up onto Thumper's sensitive ass-hole! 

Robbie saw his buddy react to the blow on his raw pucker. The honey-blonde 
quivered and sweated. His soft cock dribbled out a line of clear syrup and 
his balls pulled up tight. There was a low purring from his slender throat. 

"Can you take it, Thumper? Can you endure further pain?" asked Arnie, seeing 
the sheen of sweat form into droplets and trickle down the youngster's 
blood-streaked chest. 

"Yeah! Yes, master," mumbled the boy through the sock. "Give me more, 
master. I want to feel my warm blood running down me. Please, hurt me more, 
I can take it!" 

The huge Japanese stood once again in front of the boy. 

"I'm going to whip your cock and balls, Thumper," he said in a low voice. 

The blonde trembled and his creamy-red tummy quivered. "Give it to me, 
master!" 

Robbie about creamed when the whip-tip kissed those hairless blonde 
spermballs. Arnie aimed with precision, stinging Thumper's balls as they 
hung swollen beneath his limp prick. The head of the boy's golden cock just 
reached to the base of his ballbag, and a good hit there sent electric jolts 
of pain all through his red-wet groin and up to buzz his brain. The soft 
pink skin of his prick began to redden as unendurable agony pierced his 
balls. Thumper's tummy tightened up and rippled. His slender fingers and 
toes began to spread and clench. 

"You may not cum!" warned Arnie, seeing that he had worked the youth to the 
verge of orgasm. He lashed around his tender cock several times quickly, 
making the limp tube flop and jerk around at the base of Thumper's belly. 

"Can't help it, master!" gasped Thumper. "Oh, oh! Got to cum so bad! It 
hurts so good!" 

The man stopped whipping the boy. "You may orgasm. But you may not let a 
drop of your precious cum escape, you understand?" 

It was clear that the boy had lost control of his orgasm, that he was 
shaking with agonized lust. But he closed down his cum tube in a mighty 
effort to please his master. He held his cream, every sinew tight in his 
slender body. 

"Kneel!" ordered the Japanese. "Drop your arms and put them behind your 
back, wrist to elbow." 

Still fighting against cumming, the lithe young boy went to his knees, his 
pert ass resting on his heels and his legs spread. Robbie could see how wet 
the sock over his head had become from Thumper's tears, spit and sweat. 

Arnie took two lengths of thin silk thread and tied them around Thumper's 
wrists and elbows. It was a test. The boy could easily break the thread, so 
the function of the bondage was to show how disciplined he was. A single 
flinch, and he would fail the ordeal. 

The man went back to the wooden case. There was a row of wooden pegs in 
graduated sizes lining the top. He selected one and held it up. It was a 
shiny wooden dildo, about eight inches long. 

"From the homeland," said the Japanese, caressing the polished wood. "Very 
old. These have brought pleasure to many hundreds of boys for over two 
hundred years." 

Robbie imagined the thing plunged up the squirming asses of all those 
Oriental youngsters, seeing them writhe and squirt off with the erotic 
delights of the assplunger. His own little prick leaked out another string 
of lube. His groin was soaked with his slime. 

Arnie walked behind the kneeling youngster. He squatted to his knees and his 
belly bulged even more. With the wooden dildo in his thick fingers, he 
rested his other hand on Thumper's slender bloody back. He rubbed the smooth 
wooden missile up and down the kid's velvety asscrack a couple times, then 
centered it-and rammed it in! 

Robbie gasped as he saw the wooden cock slide up between Thumper's buns and 
impale his ass to the hilt. The blonde let out a blissful sigh and jerked 
back his head. But he didn't break the threads. And his cock remained limp. 

Arnie fucked up and down inside the kid's ass-hole for several minutes, 
rubbing Thumper's slick bare back with his free hand, like he was calming a 
wild animal. He was grunting with pleasure. Then he withdrew the dildo and 
tossed it to Pepe. The little Mexican understood. He sniffed the slimy wood 
for a moment, then began to lick it clean while Arnie reached for the next 
one-ten inches. 

Longer and thicker, this fucker was slammed with equal force up the boy's 
creamy shitter. 

Thumper convulsed with joy. His soft prick seemed to swell as it fought 
against bouncing up and cumming off. 

"Ah, you are orgasming again, are you not?" purred the man, stroking 
Thumper's bony shoulders. 

The boy nodded. 

"That is good, to feel the bliss of the ancient wood digging around in your 
guts. But hold it, hold it for your master!" 

He withdrew the thick dildo after several minutes of screwing the spasming 
boy's buns, then he tossed that to Pepe and got the next size. This was a 
foot of dark wood, about as big around as Robbie's arm. The man's hand 
barely circled it as he leaned Thumper forward with his hand on the boy's 
back. He got the youngster's ass at the proper angle and centered the huge 
wedge at the kid's juicy little pucker. 

Then he shoved. He had to twist as he shoved, the thing was so thick. It 
spread the youngster's guts as it tunneled into his tummy. Thumper quivered 
with the intense thrill of the thing spreading his ass-hole to the ripping 
point and ramming his ass-hole overfull. He trembled with the mind-soaring 
bulk of the fuck, experiencing almost continuous, painfully sweet orgasm. He 
dammed it all up in his flaccid cock, but the spongy head turned a shiny 
purple and his balls ached with a throbbing heat. 

"There, boy, it's all crammed into you," muttered the huge man, seeing the 
last few inches disappear between the youngster's small buns. "Very good. 
Now we're going to hold it inside for a bit." 

He scooted Thumper's feet together and put both the boy's heels right under 
the base of the dildo to keep it fucked firmly up his ass. It was that wide. 

Then he got around front, still in his sumo squat, and yanked the damp 
smelly sock up off Thumper's head. 

The golden boy was pretty spacy. His cheeks glowed red and his fine fair 
hair was wonderfully messed and clinging damply to his skull. His eyes were 
deep pools of swimming dark pleasure, and his red lips were pulled back and 
open, shining in the candlelight. 

"You want a hard cock, don't you, honey-boy?" asked Arnie in a low voice. 

Thumper nodded. 

"Then you shall have one-mine!" 

With that, the man reached behind his massive waist and undid his belt. He 
swung it loose around him and dropped the loincloth down under his asscrack. 

Robbie about spunked again! His eyes widened and he forgot to breathe as the 
Oriental's cock looped down under him, slapping against the floor, then 
began to snake forward and up. It looked like it belonged on a horse, it was 
so big! Maybe fourteen inches or better, the thick hose took on a life of 
its own as it became engorged with blood. It raised its knobby cockhead off 
the floor and erected to point at the young victim. It looked like two dark 
furry tennis balls were nestled beneath the enormous cock, rolling around on 
their own. 

"It's beautiful, Arnie, fucking beautiful!" murmured Thumper, his gleaming 
eyes taking in the length of the fucker. 

The man nodded with satisfaction. "Touch it, Thumper. Break the threads and 
stroke it. When you get it as hard as it can get, it will be yours." 

The blonde went taut with the anticipation of that prick up his ass, and he 
snapped the flimsy threads. His trembling hands wrapped around the girth of 
the cock and he worshipped it, sliding his small, smooth hands up and down 
the looming, pulsing cockshaft. 

As the man's cock continued to swell, it wobbled between the child's spread 
legs, touching the silky soft skin of his inner thighs. Then it nudged the 
blonde's pretty little prick, the fleshy cockheads just brushing each other. 

Thumper drew in his breath till his ribs stood out, electric jolts of 
passion hitting his fevered brain at the touch of the man's heaving cock 
against his own. The mancock and boycock rubbed, then bobbed apart, a web of 
lube stringing out between them. Then they touched again as the boy ran his 
hand up and down the fucker dwarfing his own, getting the man harder and 
hornier. 

The contrast was striking. Thumper's cock, streaked with the lash and 
flaccid, looked so sweet and small beside the fire hose-like plunger 
hovering around his almost hairless groin. 

Arnie pulled back on his haunches, his log of a cock bouncing up almost 
grotesquely from his wiry crotch. He once again got behind the blonde 
youngster, squatting so his enormous cock was aimed between Thumper's small 
red-welted pink buns. 

"Now for the spearing of the initiate!" cried the Japanese. In the glow of 
the candles, he again put his hand on the blonde's back, pushing him to his 
hands and knees. "Put your face to the altar, boy! Grovel before my 
warrior's proud spear. Worship the power of my ancestor's heavy loins!" 

Thumper's tear-streaked cheek pressed into the altar as his thin arms spread 
beside him. His rounded ass was raised, looking so ripe and vulnerable with 
Arnie's shaft of mancock sunk into his steamy crimson asscrack. The blonde 
youth pushed back as he felt the fist-sized cock knob nose into his elastic 
ass-hole. 

Arnie got his fat fingers into the boy's pelvic wings and pulled Thumper 
onto his cock. like an oiled piston, the heavy cock sank into the slender 
boy's stretched asscrack. Robbie craned to see it disappear in between the 
blonde buns, spreading them wide, and forcing up through his abused little 
shitter. Droplets of bright-red blood formed around the almost transparent 
ass-ring as the log of cock plowed inch after inch inside the boy. The fat 
Japanese never stopped, never slowed. He just tunneled into the boy with an 
even shove of his meaty hips, an evil sneer on his puffy lips. 

Then the horse-cock hit bottom deep up within Thumper's churning guts. The 
slender blonde was dripping with sweat. He rubbed his nose and lips around 
in the cloth covering the altar, wild with pain and desire. He pushed, 
straining to take the man, till he felt Arnie's cockhair rub his rump. Arnie 
strained, jabbing his hips forward, impaling the youngster totally on his 
cock. They both breathed in and worked together, without a word of command. 
Minutes passed with the sounds of manly grunts and boyish whines. Arnie and 
Thumper strained and twisted to work the final four or five inches into the 
resisting, packed ass-hole. Slowly, thickly, the man's fucker wedged into 
the child's ass all the way! 

Robbie was awed and excited. The kid must have that fucker all the way to 
his throat, he thought. And still the blonde cock drooped down between the 
boy's legs! 

Arnie reached with both hands down to Thumper's lean chest and pulled the 
golden boy up against him. 

Then the man began to fuck! He was smooth. In and out. Of course, there 
wasn't much room for him to get too imagine or frantic. But he was feeling 
the boy right down to his toes, running that yard of cock up through the 
kid! Sweat streaked his tawny bulk as he fucked Thumper like an oiled 
pile-driver, hugging the blonde teen in a bear hug as he mashed the kid's 
insides with his fucker! 

The candles glowed red-orange over the mated man and boy as they moved ass 
to cock there on the altar. Then the gazing boys saw Arnie lower his 
moustached lips to Thumper's pink ear. He mumbled something low and 
commanding. The blonde boy shuddered violently, sucking in his heaving 
belly. Then he came! 

All that dammed-up cream gushed out in a splattering stream of cum. It was 
like he was pissing his jism-just a single, long, strong stream of cum that 
splashed into the jar. His whole blonde body seemed to swell for a second, 
then spout out from his dangling pisser. The thick jism splashed over the 
sides of the cup, sprinkling his groin with his cum. It gushed in and filled 
the cup to overflowing. 

When his creamy lust brimmed over the top of the earthen cup, Arnie lunged 
in deep and said, "Hold! Now!" 

Thumper cut off his flow of spunk with a quivering effort. 

The man reached for the cup, brushing the head of Thumper's cock which was 
sunk into the creamy stuff. He lifted it up and gazed into the gooey warm 
fluid like he was blessing it. Steam seemed to rise from the earthen cup as 
he twirled it around and brought it to his thick lips. He tipped it and 
filled his mouth with cummy syrup. 

"Nothing so rich and lusty as the fresh warm jism of a young fucked boy!" he 
cried. 

As he let the succulent cum swirl around his mouth and slide down his 
throat, new surges of passion pumped through his balls. The taste of Thumper 
at the back of his throat swelled his own cock within the child's torso. He 
became instantly drunk on the cum. He smacked his lips and wiggled his hips. 
He tweaked at Thumper's nipples and chewed with his cum-slick lips at the 
boy's slender neck. 

"Get stiff, boy!" he growled, chewing at the boy's bony shoulders. 

With a shuddering sigh, the blonde youth let his prick stiffen up. It sprang 
hard up his cock-filled tummy in a second, solid and juicy. 

"Cum!" grunted the big Japanese, his bulky body shaking with lust. 

Thumper shot off with renewed energy, and Arnie orgasmed up his ass. While 
his guts were bathed with the man's tremendous load, the young boy spit out 
a stream of fuckjuice six feet up. It arced over in front of him and 
splashed against the floor by Robbie and Pepe. 

Momentarily wiped out by watching the fuck, both boys recovered and went on 
their hands and knees to lick up the spunk. 

Over and over, on and on, the man and boy spent their pent-up passion. Arnie 
writhed his meaty belly against the blonde's slippery back as he worked his 
cock off in the boy's stretched ass. Waves of cream pumped out of his cockso 
much that it sputtered out the boy's tight ass-ring and trickled down over 
his ballooning balls. 

The teen pisser continued shooting spunk, waving in the air with the fucking 
motions of the man and spraying the two little boys busy eating it up. 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

Since Thumper had gotten all the fun out of the ordeal so far, the two other 
boys were eager for attention. Arnie turned to them as he pulled his yard of 
cock out of the blonde's gripping shitter. 

"Do me! Do me!" squealed Robbie, his balls on fire with the excitement 
generated by Thumper's initiation. The little Mexican was equally eager, 
prancing around with his cock bouncing up from his tiny brown tummy. 

"Thumper, get off the altar," ordered the huge Japanese. "Pepe, come here!" 

The little boy understood and skipped up to the man. Arnie scooped up the 
wiry little kid in his hands. Pepe giggled and squirmed as the man laid him 
on his back over the altar, his eight-inch cock throbbing up to his tummy 
button and spreading his gooey lube. 

Then the Oriental giant glared at little Robbie, his black eyes beady and 
cruel. "You want a hard cock up your ass, don't you?" 

Robbie nodded. "Yes! I got to get my rocks off, Arnie. Do whatever you like 
with me, but please let me get the spunk fucked out of me before I die from 
holding it in!" 

The muscled man held his cock up. "Well, this cock's gone a little soft 
after plugging your buddy's ass. You'll have to do with the little 
Mexican's." 

That was all right with Robbie. Pepe's cock would hit the right spots. But 
he wanted more. "Will you hurt me, Arnie? Will you see what I can take like 
you did with Thumper? I get off on getting a man to give it to me rough." 

Arnie nodded, licking his cummy lips. "Sit on that cock, punk! Fuck yourself 
on it!" 

Robbie straddled Pepe's willowy lean body and hunkered down. His little buns 
tightened up as he reached behind to hold the child's hefty cock up to spear 
on. Then he bent at the knees until Pepe's prick nosed into his buns and 
spread his ass-hole open. 

"Aaaahhh!" he sighed. "Nice cock, sliding up my ass, feels so slick and 
good!" He groaned with bliss, finally feeling that hollow in his guts filled 
with the fucking of a cock. His small buns came to rest on Pepe's hairless 
groin, where he twisted and stirred the Mexican boy's cock around in his 
belly. 

Pepe felt mighty good, too. His twig-thin arms and legs dangled off the 
platform, and his belly was raised with Robbie perched right up on it, 
taking his swollen boycock deep inside. 

Arnie stared hungrily at the kids. His dark eyes went to the tiny discs, 
erotically pointing from Robbie's skinny chest. He went to the wooden case 
and brought out several miniature swords. 

"These are replicas of samurai swords. The family name is engraved on the 
hilt," he said, holding them up for the youngster to admire. Each had a 
needle-thin blade about four inches long. "You will have the honor of 
enduring their ancient pain." 

"They are beautiful, Arnie," said the little boy, his ass-ring contracting 
around Pepe's buried cockroot and his little cock bubbling lube. "Please, 
yes! Put them in me!" 

He spread his legs wide and leaned back, arching out his rib cage and 
putting his hands back to the Mexican child's moist armpits. 

Arnie reached for Robbie's nipple. His enormous fingers closed down over the 
tender flesh and squeezed as he twisted. Burning pain flashed into the boy's 
bony chest. He winced and grinned. Then the giant Oriental held up the tip 
of the tiny sword and pricked it into the edge of Robbie's red nipple. 

"Yes, give it to me, please! Stick my tit and make me bleed!" 

The Japanese did. He ran the sharp point in, right under the glowing tit, 
tearing through tender tissue. He grunted, working it through, then smiled 
as the point tipped up and out of the skin on the other side. Robbie was 
impaled on the shaft of steel, his little prick jerking with joy! 

"More, give me more, Arnie. Stick my other tit, please!" he whined, soaking 
up the sweet agony. 

The Japanese quickly got another sword and worked over the child's other 
nipple. Then he sank the length of the needle in and through. Trickles of 
bright red blood streamed down the youngster's heaving belly, glowing in the 
candlelight. 

Robbie was wild with desire. The cock up his ass and the pain in his pierced 
tits were driving him to a wonderful climaxing gush of cum. But he still 
wanted more! 

"Stab my balls, Arnie," he gasped. 

The man felt a surge of lust, the little punk begging for it like that. He 
grabbed another mini-sword and went down to the child's ball-sac. He held a 
couple fingers behind the hairless ballbag and ran the sword in to the hilt. 

"Ahhh, ahhh, oh, shit almighty, fucking pain!" squealed the kid, his voice 
high and shrill. "My balls! Oh, my balls! I'm cumming!" 

A high arcing spurt of cream erupted from his cock, spattering over him in 
powerful jets. He showered in his cum, ecstatic with pain and the release of 
his orgasm, shaking through his body. His hips staccatoed up and down with 
the power of cumming off with the blissful torture, fucking his ass in a 
frenzy. 

Robbie's bouncing buns and gripping ass-hole had Pepe gunning his jism off 
up into Robbie's twitching guts. 

The little boys spurted and spunked, their tight tummies tensing and 
rippling as they pumped and pumped and pumped out their cum. 

Half an hour later, the three boys were pretty spunked out, and Arnie rolled 
out a projector and pulled down a screen. 

"Let me show you some films of Japan, my boys. These were taken by my 
father, a very revered man in my motherland." 

Thumper, Pepe and Robbie sat cross-legged on the floor, bony knees touching, 
watching the screen. 

The film flickered for several seconds, then a sharp image appeared. It was 
a young boy standing before a shoji panel, a long dark robe over his 
shoulders to his knees. He was like a little Japanese doll, his thick dark 
hair full on top and swept back at the sides of his head. He seemed very 
delicate, his lips and nose finely sculpted, very boyish and exotic. His 
almonc eyes rested seductively on the camera. 

"He's really cute, Arnie," said Thumper. "Bet the joker's got a fine little 
cock." 

"You shall see, Golden Boy, you shall see." 

As the film rolled, the youngster opened the robe and let it fall off one of 
his thin shoulders. He was smoothly nude all down one side, from head to 
toe, with the one side of the robe concealing his cock. He turned, letting 
the garment fall from his shoulder, and showed a single ass-cheek bare. 

His back still to the camera, the boy ran the robe over his other shoulder 
and let it drop to the floor, standing absolutely naked. His ass was a fine 
little rounded set of ivory-smooth buns at the base of his slender back. 

"Boy, I'll bet he had plenty of cocks plowed into that pretty ass," sighed 
Robbie. 

The youngster slowly turned. As he faced the camera, his tiny cock came into 
view. He was smooth as porcelain, his skin almost transparent, and his prick 
was as delicate as the rest of him. Perhaps only three inches long, it stood 
up stiffly against his flat belly. His balls were just two small lumps 
hugged up under the little prick. He parted his lips and smiled as he faced 
toward the lens. 

The shoji screen parted. Behind the child emerged a large man, naked except 
for a towel around his waist. 

"He is one of the warriors to be rewarded for valor in battle," said Arnie. 
"He will be the first to take the boy." 

The warrior then dropped to one knee and quickly draped the child back over 
his raised leg. The boy's body was supple and he bent back till his toes and 
hair brushed the floor, almost against each other. In that position, the man 
roughly fingered and fondled the little boy's cock and balls, rubbing them 
around between his thumb and fingers like he wanted to tear them off as his 
prize of victory. 

Then he flipped the child over onto his belly over his leg. His tiny ass was 
uplifted, smooth and tight. The man worked a finger into the silky crease 
and sank it into the tiny ass-hole. Then he lowered the boy into an L 
position, where the child's head turned under and his weight was on the nape 
of his neck and the tops of his feet, which were spread wide. The boy's arms 
fell loose at his sides. 

The man undid the knot of his towel and let it drop. His cock sprang out 
firmly from his wiry belly, not a match for Arnie's, but a sizable prong of 
cock. He quickly straddled the child's uplifted hips, hunkering down on his 
knees, and held his stiff prick down at an angle to spear the kid. 

"He is impatient," sighed Arnie. "He, like the others, has gone many days in 
battle without the opportunity to pull a young boy onto his cock." 

"Looks all right to me!" said Thumper, as they watched the man's cock spread 
the tiny buns and journey on into the child's ass-hole. 

"Ah, yes. But the Japanese are usually disciplined. Fucking a boy should be 
a pleasure to last all night." 

The man leaned into the boy, his cock disappearing totally into the 
youngster. The boy took the man's cock in his contorted position. The 
officer grabbed at the boy's skinny hips and began to shimmy his fucker in 
and out between the gripping buns, pumping up and down on his knees. 

The small boy's chin dug into his collar bone as he felt the slide of a 
man's boner up inside his belly. The kid's tiny prick was difficult to see, 
but the glimpses the boys got showed it hard against his gut. 

The man began to take on the sheen of a sex-sweat, and his fucking became 
more urgent. His eyes lifted up and rolled around in their sockets as he 
snapped his heavy hips into the child's ass. Then he held tight, his knees 
quivering and his ass-cheeks tensed. His jaw dropped and he was obviously 
into orgasm, pumping his spunk in joyous spurts into the boy wrapped firm 
around his cock. 

"The little joker got a good ride out of that one!" giggled the blonde boy, 
tugging at his balls. 

The fucker had hardly withdrawn his glistening cock when the panel opened 
again and another man, draped in a towel, emerged. He went immediately to 
work on the little kid, grabbing him about the waist as he sat on a small 
stool, and plopping the featherweight boy down over his lap. He whipped the 
towel off his waist and exposed his fucker. It was long and thin, with a 
meaty cock knob bobbing at the head of it. 

The officer lifted the child and held him till he got the thin crease of his 
ass right over his hairy groin. Then he lowered the ivory-skinned boy down 
quickly and painfully down onto his steely fucker. 

The boy tensed, and his delicate face was twisted into a grimace of pain. 
But immediately after impaling the child, the man hugged the small boy hard 
against him and fucked his ass like an animal. He just worked the boy's 
Umber body up and down over his fucker, snapping his hips in a frenzy of 
lust. 

"Hell, the guy's just jacking off in the little joker's ass-hole," said 
Thumper. 

"It is the right of the victorious warrior to use the boy however he 
wishes," said Arnie. 

The man reached orgasm quickly, fucking in quick jabs up the small boy's 
bouncing buns. The boy took his load, his slender arms and legs hanging 
loose. 

The screen opened a third time, and another officer of the empire came to 
work out a load in the child. He put the little kid flat on his back on the 
floor and raised the kid's legs up and spread out. Then he fucked in his 
cock like he was sheathing a sword. The child's tiny prick was still stiff, 
and now gleaming with his pre-cum. 

As soon as the man had sunk into the boy to his ballbag, he put his hands on 
the kid's knees and pushed them down to the floor. The little boy was spread 
out like a frog pinned to a specimen board. Holding the child in that 
position, the man fell over the boy and rammed his hips repeatedly, driving 
in his swollen cock. All that the camera could catch was the small boy's 
knees sticking out like pale bent twigs on either side under the man's 
plowing hips. The rest of him was buried under the passionately fucking 
flesh of the man. 

The third man orgasmed, his full ass-cheeks tensing and working out his 
jism. Then he stood and walked off, draping the towel once again around his 
softening cock. 

When the screen opened a fourth time, it was to allow the entrance of a man 
fully clothed, dressed in the uniform of a colonel, medals heavy on his 
breast and a ceremonial sword at his side. 

"This officer lost a battle, and he is disgraced," explained Arnie. "It is 
his duty to destroy any pleasure he might have had if he had won." 

The boy stood, facing the colonel. He seemed so much more naked, standing 
before the highly uniformed man. The child's face was without expression, 
sweet and open. The man's face was set in a stern scowl, as hard as granite. 

The colonel withdrew his sword from his scabbard, flashing in the light, and 
aiming its razor-sharp tip to the little boy's belly. The point rested 
lightly at the smooth skin just above the head of the youngster's stiff 
prick. 

The man held the blade firmly in his fist. The little kid breathed in 
deeply. The child leaned into the stabbing point and his tiny cock erupted 
in a series of jetting spurts. His milky jism licked at the sword just 
piercing into his tummy, splashing up against the polished steel. The film 
crackled and finished ... and ran white. 

"Hey!" yelled the blonde boy. "We didn't get to see if he gets run through 
with the sword!" 

"Yeah," put in Robbie. "Does the kid get it through the gut, or what?" 

Arnie sighed, turning off the machine. Then he turned with a wink to the 
boys. "Some things honor forbids showing." He loaded another reel. "Here is 
a scene showing the common soldiers enjoying victory." 

The film was short, and quite grainy. On the screen was an army camp. In the 
midst of the camp was a long horizontal pole supported at both ends, and 
dangling from the pole were five young boys, naked. Their thin wrists were 
tied together over the pole and their balls were tied with string, stretched 
down by weights between their legs. They were all stiff. 

"They look so lean and tasty, stretched out like that, huh?" asked Arnie, 
more to himself than anyone else. 

Thumper, Robbie and Pepe just looked open-mouthed as a crowd of common 
soldiers lined up behind the naked kids. Then, in groups of five, the men 
approached the boys, pulled out their cocks and fucked them. 

"Look, one of the kids is spurting!" said Robbie. 

"There goes another one, the kid on the end!" said Thumper. 

And so it went, line after line, getting a bit ragged as they continued. 
Soon the boys had cum flowing down their twitching legs and over their 
sucked-in bellies. And every once in a while, one of the kids would sputter 
into orgasm with another fuck up his ass and a tug on his balls. 

This went on for the length of the reel, almost numbing the boys as they 
watched, breathing in incense and hearing nothing but the whir of the 
projector. As row upon row of horny men plugged those boy asses, Arnie got 
hot and hard. 

One by one, the youngsters were fucked unconscious, their heads falling down 
to their chests as their stiff cocks spouted off. Arnie stroked himself with 
a frenzy. Then he came. Strong strings of cum jumped from his massive fucker 
and flew over the boys at his feet. 

The boys were surprised, then delighted with the shower of jism. 

Pepe squealed and was up on his knees licking Arnie's balloon-like balls, 
whipping his tongue around the hairy creamballs and back through the crack 
to the man's shitty ass-hole. 

The boys were pretty tensed up with the film. The Oriental's load set them 
off like a match to dynamite. Robbie got a good swallow of mancum down his 
throat and he jerked his skinny hips, fucking air, and spunked off. The 
stuff flew in a thin, powerful stream, over and over. 

The blonde jutted up his tummy and felt heavy, warm ropes of cum drape 
across his no twanging prick. That was all it took. He let his jism squirt, 
and it shot straight up. The rich cum arched over and down, pelting in thick 
puddles on his honey-golden tummy. 

Pepe was wild with the smell of cum in the air. That, and the jock-sweaty 
taste on the man's furry balls. He grabbed Arnie's thick thigh and rubbed 
his big cock off against the man's leg, twirling his tongue all around the 
guy's churning spermsac and spasming shithole. Then he creamed off. His 
spunk slicked up the man's leg and dripped down in thick syrupy streams. 

They all orgasmed till they were all coated with their thick, slimy juices. 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

When Robbie blinked his blue eyes open several days later, there was Arnie 
towering in the doorway. 

"Pepe, get up! There's a bus to take you back south of the border. And you," 
he said, looking to the mop-haired kid, "there's a man here to see you. Get 
a pair of jeans to cover your ass and go to the admissions office." 

Robbie slipped into his faded Levi's and followed Arnie to the unit door. 
The big 

Japanese opened it and the boy went up the hall. He figured it was too early 
for his counselor. Who could it be? 

He heard a familiar voice through the open door of the office as he 
approached. It was Chet! Robbie's heart leaped to his throat and he felt 
real tingly all over. He also got a nice itch up his ass just hearing the 
man's warm voice. 

"Chet!" he squealed, hitting the door and swinging it wide. 

Chet jumped to his feet when he saw the little kid. They froze for a second, 
looking into each other's eyes. Then the small boy lunged at the man and 
Chet lifted the squirming child in his arms. 

"God, it's good to see you, Robbie!" muttered Chet, running his lips over 
the boy's fine dark hair. "Why didn't you tell me where you were?" 

Robbie was almost in tears. "I didn't think you'd want anything to do with 
me if I was picked up again." 

"You're wrong, buddy," said Chet. Then he whispered in the boy's ear so the 
admissions officer couldn't hear. "I want everything to do with you!" 

The admissions officer had Chet sign some papers assuming responsibility for 
the young boy. He explained the terms of Robbie's probation, and then 
released the youngster to the man's care. 

"God, it's so neat, you being like a real dad or something, Chet!" he beamed 
as they rode home. "I really missed you, too. Had some hot sex in the juvie 
home, especially with Thumper, but I sure missed your cock up my ass!" 

Chet looked with a thrill at the boy. "Who's Thumper?" 

"Thumper's a real cool kid who roomed with me. He's got a hot ass, Chet, and 
cums off like crazy. You should fuck around with him. Hell, the three of us 
could really get it on!" 

Chet felt the small boy digging at his fly, pulling down his zipper and 
digging for his cock. 

"Hey, let's wait," he laughed, his prick hard as a railroad spike. 

"But I want to go down on you, Chet! I want to drink your jizz!" 

Chet pushed Robbie's small hand off his crotch and held it tight. "And I 
want you, Robbie. So bad I can about taste it. But let's hold our juice and 
do it right." 

The mop-haired kid didn't say anything. He just smiled seductively and 
tickled the palm of Chet's hand with his fucking finger. 

When they stepped in the house, Robbie stripped naked in a flash. His little 
prick was snapped up tight to his belly and he glowed with a rosy blush of 
passion. "I'm all yours, lover-man. Do anything you like with me. Chew my 
balls off, if you want. Just let me cum off before you do!" 

Chet pulled the belt from his pants as he slipped them off his feet. He 
stood, facing the boy, his manly fucker jutting up from his hairy groin, a 
god-like man, spread-legged with a whip of leather dangling in his sweaty 
hand. 

Robbie saw the direction the action was going to take and was on his knees 
between the man's legs in a second. The boy went for Chet's cock and balls 
like they were a meal for a starving child. He made a humming sound in his 
slender throat as he licked and sucked the man's slimy cockhead, running his 
little tongue all around the firm crown while he held the thick cockstalk in 
his hands. He firmed up his tongue to a point and dug and twisted it around 
in the oozing piss-slit, his eyes half open and dreamy. 

The young boy was in love with that leaking cock. He twirled his taster 
around the nine-incher and sucked the tangy lube out from the core of it. He 
tickled the sensitive flesh under and behind the flaring crown with his tiny 
teeth. us 

He blew warm air out his nostrils over the man's bristling cockhair. His 
humming throat sent a vibrating thrill into Chet's bulging balls. 

Then the kid's hand went to the man's ball-sac. His slender fingers closed 
around it and pulled down as he pushed his face forward, feeling the cock 
nudge the back of his throat. He worked his head around and got the fucker 
on target, then let it slide down his neck. The thick tube of cock tunneled 
between his stretched-thin lips until his rubbery nose mashed into Chet's 
groin. 

Chet was pulsing with passion. He felt his cockflesh engulfed in the child's 
strangled throat and surged with an overwhelming urge to dominate the naked 
young boy at his feet. Robbie's submission was so total, so seductive, that 
the man was filled with the need to satisfy the boy's appeal for pain. And 
yes-he wanted to see the small boy hurting! 

Holding the boy's face firmly on his cock, Chet lifted the leather strap and 
lashed it down with a thwack. It slapped painfully down the boy's bare back, 
planting a stripe of crimson all the way to the top of his asscrease. 

Chet swung and whipped again. The end of the cracking leather laid into the 
boy's tiny ass. Then another, over his other firm bun, and his ass-cheeks 
glowed red and smarting. Then he whipped again and again, pumping his 
cock-meat deep into Robbie's gagging throat as he held the kid's skull in 
the palm of his hand. 

The boy's small dirty feet stuck out under his ass as he sat on his heels, 
taking the punishment. The man slapped the rough leather down over the 
curling soles and toes. The tiny toes clenched with pain and pleasure, 
turning beet-red and sweaty. 

Robbie burned with stinging pain down his back, ass and feet. Twitches shook 
through him, thrills of hot agony sank into his thin skin. He shook with 
ecstasy, going light-headed as he swallowed the man's cock and felt the 
sweet pain blazing into his buns, his feet, right up to his brain. 

The man's cock swelled, engorged and stiff beyond anything he'd ever felt 
before. He shivered with heat, feeling the boy's slick spit dribble down 
around his balls. He raised the belt higher and lashed down harder as he 
felt Robbie strangle on his cock. 

Stars exploded in the child's brain. He was going to cum. But he wanted the 
man to hold off, wanted Chet to stay hot and get hotter so he could abuse 
him better and longer. He also wanted a lick of the man's ass as he shot off 
in his own spunk. Sensing Chet was about to blow, and on the verge of 
unconsciousness, Robbie pulled his face off the swelling cock and sucked in 
air as he orgasmed. 

Hot licks of boysperm shot up Robbie's curled-over chest and belly as he 
rested his small hands on the man's thighs. He creamed into his face, 
jettisoning gobs of his cum onto his swollen lips. 

Chet saw the child quiver in orgasm and whipped him with renewed energy, 
slapping the lash repeatedly right into the tender crease of his ass. He 
even stung the boy's tiny balls as the belt tip snapped under Robbie's 
spread legs. 

Robbie let the burning pain soak in and twisted his face around and up 
behind Chet's hairy balls. His tongue went out and he went for a taste of 
shit. His small mouth covered the man's firm ass-ring as he kissed deeply, 
squirming his tongue around and through Chet's furry shithole. His small 
cock sent out another series of spurts at the taste of assjuice on his 
tongue. He was dripping in his own milky jism as he fluttered his tongue 
around in shitty mucus and rubbed his face raw in Chet's sweaty asscrack. 

Chet was hazy-brained and hot. He whipped the spasming boy with hypnotic 
intensity, feeling the child eat out his ass with wild abandon. 

His ballbag spread out over Robbie's fine mussed hair as the kid bent around 
to get at his shitter. The little boy was streaked ruby-red and glistening 
with smarting sweat, sucking up his ass like a kitten at a tit. Chet's angry 
cock pulsed out over Robbie's twisted neck, drooling lube down his bony 
shoulders. 

It was too much! Chet couldn't hold off any longer, and he wanted to feel 
the boy's slick, smooth hairless body against his own. He dropped the belt 
and grabbed the youngster under his arms. Digging his fingertips into ll 
Robbie's bones, he pulled the boy up to his feet. Robbie came up, his face 
dreamy with pain and passion, his lips smeared with assjuice and snot. Chet 
held the boy off his feet, tight against him. He snapped his hips and drove 
his cock between their bellies, slick with the boy's jism and sweat. He bent 
his head and covered the youngster's mouth with his open lips. His 
beard-stubble scratched the boy's lips and chin as Chet frenched him madly, 
tasting his own ass on the child's sweet spit. 

Mashing his thick cock between them, he shimmied his hips, digging his prick 
into the boy's skinny tummy. He groaned and sweated, squeezing Robbie in a 
breathtaking hug. He felt squirts of jism hit his balls as the boy spasmed 
into orgasm once again. 

That did it! They both arched back, groins mashed together with Robbie's 
feet dangling in the air. Then Chet let his balls burst and blow! A geyser 
of cum erupted between their rubbing tummies. His cock stuck up from between 
them and spouted off straight up, a pissing fountain of thick cum flying 
four feet up over their heads. 

Spunking and spunking, Chet rubbed the boy over his blasting balls as he 
reached the heights of joy in a prolonged blast of jism. It pelted them both 
in ropes of creamy goo as Robbie continued to shower the man's balls with 
his own jetting spunk. Cum draped across their grimacing faces, over their 
shoulders and down their chests. They squished and slipped, skin against 
skin, as their orgasms went into endless minutes of mind-blowing bliss. 

"Fuck me, Chet. Push your cock up my ass and fuck me, please!" he begged, 
his open lips gleaming. 

"Hug your knees to your ears, Robbie." 

The little kid complied, lifting his whipped ass up and open for the man to 
do with as he liked. Robbie looked up between his slender legs and saw Chet 
lower his face into his satiny ass-cleft. He breathed in deep, feeling 
Chet's warm breath on his ass-hole. 

Cupping the youngster's buns in his hands, Chet breathed and tasted Robbie's 
funky little ass. "Oh, baby. You've got the prettiest, smoothest little 
shitter I've ever seen. And you taste like liquid smoke mixed with honey!" 

Robbie shivered with delight as the man's tongue tickled over his asspucker. 
Without an effort, his tiny assdimple dilated open. He sighed and whispered: 
"See, my boypussy is hot for your cock, Chet. Kiss me, huh? French my open 
ass-hole. But plug my ass good and hard and shoot your spunk in my guts, 
will you?" 

Chet teased the kid's raw ass. He felt Robbie's rapid pulse in the rubbery 
ring of flesh straining open. He tasted ass-sweat hugging the curve of his 
furrow, then the funky flavor of the boy's shit hole as he nibbled around 
the asslips. He spread the firm buns wide, inhaling deeply, then sunk his 
tongue through the child's ass-hole and into his seething bowels. 

"Ooooooh, oooh, Chet!" panted the boy. "Love your mouth on my ass, man!" 

The man's tongue fluttered and probed the boy's ass with a passion. Chet 
tasted the salty tang of cum sloshing around in the mucus up his shitter. He 
sucked it up. He figured the boy had been fucked a couple times that day 
already from the amount of jism he siphoned out of the boy's pulsing pucker. 
His tongue stirred around and hit the boy in delicious points of pleasure. 

Robbie felt the inevitable surge of orgasm pulse through his prostate, 
rubbed ripe by Chet's digging tongue. He contracted into a ball around the 
man's taster up his buns and spurted a stream of juicy jism up his chest and 
into his face. 

Chet felt the kid's ass-ring sputter and grip around his tongue and pumped 
his tongue in and out as Robbie came off. He bounced his face up and down, 
ramming his nose into the boy's tender balls, really fucking the kid's ass 
with his thick tongue. 

When the kid's orgasm diminished, Chet lifted his face from the steamy 
asscrack and looked down at the boy. He laughed. "Hey, you got your cum all 
over you again, even into your hair!" 

Robbie laughed too, and a thin thread of his cream bridged between his moist 
lips. It arched down over his two front teeth. 

"Fuck me!" he said, flicking up the string of cream with his little pink 
tongue. 

"Who do you want to fuck you?" 

"You, Chet!" 

"How long do you want me to fuck you hard?" 

"Forever. Fuck me till my ass-hole bleeds. Fuck me till my balls spit dry. 
Fuck meeeeeee!" 

The boy's ass-hole, slick with spit, was pulsing wider. Tiny beads of sweat 
glistened around his asslips. Sweat droplets sparkled over the boy's pug 
nose and cheekbones. The kid had a sweet, evil scent cooking off his 
hairless body as his eyes glazed over with lust. 

Chet wanted to warm the child up even more. Those belt-whipped little buns 
invited further abuse. He raised his hand and slapped it down hard on 
Robbie's ass. Then again. And again. He went crazy, whipping the flat of his 
hand over the kid's rosy buns, sting after sting heating up the kid's 
quivering ass. 

Tears of pain and frustration streaked over the small boy's flushed cheeks, 
running down to his ears. The spanking felt so good, so awfully hot. His 
balls tightened and churned as the man whipped his ass. His pink buns glowed 
red and smarted with dew as Chet's large manly hand landed over and over 
onto his upraised buns. 

Seeing the kid blush crimson and pant with agony, the man grabbed his 
heaving cock in his friction-warmed hand and aimed it down the budding 
pucker. The kid's ass slit blossomed open, ruby-wet in the center. Chet 
sucked in his gut and centered his nine-inch prick. Then he heaved in! One 
straight, smooth, brutal shove, all the way! Spreadng, shoving, plowing, 
pushing, sinking right on into the kid's writhing guts. 

A high, shrill cry of delight ripped from Robbie's lungs. His ass was full, 
crammed full of Chet's mighty cockmeat! He dropped his legs and wrapped them 
around the man's moving hips, pulling him as deep as he could get up into 
his skinny tummy. He wanted it all! He wanted to pull Chet's balls up inside 
his ass-hole if he could. 

Splayed out and horny, the boy was ready to get a super fuck. He writhed 
like a snake on a hot platter as Chet began to snap his hips, wedging his 
vibrating cock into the child's resilient shitter. The man felt as if his 
bones were melting around his pounding groin, that the only stiff organ in 
his body was his thick cock, enormously enlarged and wrapped tight in 
seething boyass. He dropped his head and rammed the boy with jarring jabs. 

Robbie lifted up on his elbows. He leaned down as best he could to watch his 
ass get fucked. His dreamy eyes stared at the point of his body where the 
man's heaving fucker slammed in and out of his guts. He reached down between 
his legs with a trembling hand. 

He ran his tiny fingers around his ass-hole, feeling the steely column of 
Chet's cock fuck in and out of his soft moist ass pucker. His elbows and 
back stung with rugburns. 

The boy's orgasm came without warning. Watching that hairy groin slam his 
ass, and feeling the veined mancock plow his ass, Robbie just spunked off, 
licks of jism spitting from his little prick in continuous jets of joy. 

Chet felt the boy cum. Quick nips grabbed his cock as he fucked in 
stuttering thrusts. He fell on the little boy and let his orgasm overwhelm 
him. His cock swelled to incredible thickness and his balls blazed with 
urgency, his entire body filled with sexual passion. He grabbed the kid's 
head in his hands and went after Robbie with his mouth. He licked and bit 
the boy, his trembling red ears, his nose, his lips. And then, tasting the 
child's sweet spit, he came! 

Robbie's arms encircled the fucking man, pulling Chet's broad shoulders into 
him, smashing his delicate rib cage with Chet's heaving weight. The man's 
tough nipples rubbed the boy's tender tits. The boy's gooey jism and sweat 
squished between them. His little cock was ground into Chet's hairy thatch 
and kept on squirting. 

Chet had never known such complete release. 

His cock geysered thick cream into the boy's belly as he bit and chewed at 
the kid. He wanted to possess the boy totally, to fill him with his cum 
completely. He rammed his cock hard, cracking the kid's balls as he slammed 
his pelvic bone into his hairless groin. 

The blasts of pain sent Robbie into an orgasmic blackout. His eyes fluttered 
and his mouth fell slack. He distantly felt his ass-hole fill with warm cum, 
felt the surges of lust in his own prolonged orgasm. Then he went out. 

 CHAPTER NINE 

"Whoopie!" screamed Robbie. "You'll love messing around with Thumper, Chet. 
He's a real crazy fucker." 

It didn't take much for the mop-haired little kid to convince the man to 
take temporary custody of Thumper. 

"We're going to have a 'get to know each other' day, boys," said the man as 
they drove away from the detention home. "We're going out to Sylvan Beach 
for the afternoon and just relax with each other." 

Robbie laughed and groped his peaking shorts. "Sylvan Beach, huh? That's 
where guys go nude, isn't it?" 

"Hey, great!" beamed Thumper. "I always wanted to see if there was some 
action for young jokers like us out there. You know, chicken hawks and 
such." He kicked his sneakers off his big feet and rubbed his belly. 

Both boys wore shorts and t-shirts. Robbie's were red and Thumper's were 
black. Chet liked the way the blonde's honey-tan skin looked contrasted with 
his black outfit. And Robbie was right about the boy-he had a careless, 
boyishly eager attitude about sex. 

And the boy was cute! Chet glanced down the boy's willowy legs. They were 
slender, smooth pillars, with just a dusting of golden hairs shining in the 
sun, and his big feet turned Chet on. 

Thumper saw the man's interest. 

"You want to feel me up, Chet?" he asked, his brown eyes dancing. "Go ahead, 
slip your hand in my shorts and grope around." 

Chet put his hand on the golden boy's tummy. It was firm under his rubbing 
fingers. Then he worked his fingers under the elastic band of Thumper's 
shorts and touched the youngster for the first time. Oh, it was velvety soft 
and warm, the boy's honey skin! Chet groaned and dug in further, his 
fingertips brushing around the boy's silky cockhair. 

"Feels good, man," said Thumper, his dark eyes seeing Chet's engorged cock 
pulsing in his pants. "Go ahead and grab my cock. Mess around with my balls 
if you want. I don't care if you want to mash them around, Chet." 

Chet got his fingers around Thumper's golden balls, feeling the hairless 
little spheres with their spongy centers. He clenched down on them, rubbing 
them together and twisting them around. 

"Oh yeah, man. Give those balls a good working over, Chet," gasped the boy, 
sucking in his gut. "Really mash them, if you want to." 

Chet did. With a brutal grip of his fist, he clenched at the spongy ballbag 
and crushed it to jelly. Felt so damn good, getting a solid hold on a young 
boy's balls and pulverizing them while the kid just sat there taking it, 
enjoying the hell out of the aching pain! The blonde reached under his 
t-shirt, lifting it up his smooth chest as he pinched and rubbed his red 
tits while the man mashed his balls. He was getting a headringer of a 
thrill, agony shooting through his belly and chest with burning intensity. 

The blonde was gasping and hiccupping beside Chet, throwing back his golden 
head and heaving up his hips in jerking spasms. Chet drove one-handed, 
sweating with the effort to tear Thumper's balls apart, to really corkscrew 
the tender sac and smash it like putty in his fist. He felt the boy tremble 
and convulse, going taut in the seat. 

"Aaagh! So hot! Got to cum, got to cum!" cried the boy. 

His slender tummy rippled and tensed. Then jism spurted out of his golden 
cock over Chet's grinding fist. The boy's prick lifted and gushed out its 
pain-load of cum. The head of his cock poked out from the band of his shorts 
as Chet and Robbie watched it piss out pearly strings of jism. Each 
convulsion of his belly sent out another ropey load. And Chet just kept on 
milking the kid's balls as the randy kid came and came. 

"You're all right, Chet!" beamed the blonde boy as he recovered. "You really 
know how to give it to a guy. Shit, let's get to that bare beach and really 
get into action!" 

They got to the river beach as the day was at its hottest. Thumper and 
Robbie were hot to trot, and skinned out of their shorts and t-shirts as 
they hit the sand, stripping naked and throwing their clothes under a log. 
They didn't care that they sported nice little boners, either. Chet noticed 
that the boys drew admiring stares as they trotted bare-ass down the beach, 
hard-ons bouncing in the sunshine, already gleaming wet at their smooth 
shiny heads. 

"Let's go around that bend," said Chet. "That's where there's a gay beach 
and a little more privacy." 

"An' maybe some chicken hawks!" squealed Robbie. 

"I sure hope so, joker!" smiled Thumper. "Race you for it!" 

Both young boys broke into a run, throwing up sand as their heels kicked 
high. Chet watched their sleek naked bodies spring ahead, his balls aching 
at the sight of their slender beauty. 

By the time Chet rounded the bend to the secluded beach, the boys were 
frolicking in the water, screaming with delight. Water sprayed up around 
them as they played, getting each other soaking wet. Chet saw also that the 
boys had some spectators. Three or four naked men lay back on their towels 
watching the splashing boys. Thick cocks swelled with pumping blood as the 
men watched the horny little chickens scamper in the water. 

Both boys stopped fooling around long enough to look back to Chet and smile. 
Robbie kicked up water and trotted over to him, flopping down beside him and 
catching his breath. He snuggled right up against Chet and the man thrilled 
at the wet, slick body of the small boy rubbing against his side. 

Thumper stood in the water, waist deep. Chet turned to see what the boy was 
staring at. Holy mother! There was a huge black reclined there on the beach, 
a giant of a man, dark and muscular, gleaming with oil and staring right 
back at the golden boy. The black had a cock on him that would have seemed 
big on a horse. The fucker sprouted thickly from his wiry groin and hung 
over his meaty leg, dangling head-down to the ground. It was even darker 
than the man was, an oiled piston still half-soft, but swollen up like a 
sausage ready to burst its skin. 

Thumper walked from the water like he was in a trance, his soft brown eyes 
on that black fucker the whole time. He walked right up to the man, his 
little prick waving in the black's set face. 

"You want to fuck a white boy, mister?" he asked in a low, dreamy voice. 

The man's eyes were like coal. He drew back his lips in a sneer. "Sure, I'll 
fuck your pretty pink little ass, boy, but it's going to take a little 
action to get my fucker hard." 

With that, Thumper dropped to his knees. He couldn't keep his hands off that 
enormous black cock. He tried to reach around it but his slender fingers 
wouldn't reach around its girth. The cock was about as thick as the blonde's 
arm, and about as long! The boy fondled the grapefruit-sized black balls 
with his other hand. He thrilled at the incredible amount of manflesh lying 
there at his touch, coming alive in his hands. He leaked out pre-cum in a 
steady stream. 

"You'd like a golden shower from a black pisser, huh?" growled the man. 

Thumper nodded. "Piss on me. Warm me up with your piss. Drown me in it, if 
you want to." 

The man stood over the kneeling youth, dwarfing Thumper with his dark shadow 
towering above the boy. "On your back, boy! Get your hands and feet 
together!" 

When Thumper flipped over onto his back, the black bent down over him like a 
bear. He grabbed the boy's wrists with one huge paw and his bony ankles with 
the other. Then he lifted the young teen up like he was hefting up a baby. 

The black looked down, satisfied with how the boy behaved, his blonde head 
was thrown back and his slender throat stretched up. The black's raven-black 
cock dangled down above the youngster's golden groin. 

He swung the boy for a couple of second, then strained in his gut to start 
his piss flowing. Thumper stiffened as he felt the warm piss hit his belly, 
then he relaxed in the spray of the man's yellow flow. That fucker really 
did look like a hose, spraying out a thick, strong stream over the kid. It 
splashed up Thumper's belly and sprinkled his face with spray. The piss 
puddled up in his groin then spilled down over his skinny waist. The root of 
Thumper's golden prick and his balls shimmered under the yellow pisswater. 

Then the black swayed his thick hips, weaving his pissing fucker over the 
boy's hanging body, sending his stinking bladder water up the youngster's 
chest, over his pointy tits, then back down and up his clenched legs. The 
little blonde loved it, rocking his head with delight as the man pissed all 
over him, gripping his wrists and ankles painfully tight. 

Thumper lifted his head and worked it between his arms as the heavy cock 
swung its stream up and down. Piss ran down all over his sleek skin, and it 
sent hot thrills through him, but he wanted more. He wanted to gulp it down! 

The black whipped his hips and swung his horsecock wide. The young boy 
bobbed as he saw it head up toward his face, still leaking a pungent yellow 
stream. He caught it between his lips and gripped the cock knob tight. Hell, 
it was so big that the kid's lips were stretched like rubber bands around 
the flared crown. And the piss filled his mouth in a second. 

The boy sucked the steamy piss out and swallowed it down. Some dribbled over 
and ran down his chin. It sprinkled his chest and trickled through his 
hairless armpits, even down the curve of his back where it fell in fat drops 
to the ground off his ass. 

While the black filled the blonde with his piss, Chet hugged little Robbie, 
pulling the small kid's back against him. He rubbed his stiff fucker over 
the boy's velvety back, and played with the child's tiny nipples as they 
both, watched Thumper's golden shower. 

The black must have downed a six-pack from the way he continued pissing. 
Thumper guzzled and drank, but the piss kept flowing. It backed up and 
bubbled out through his nose. He began to choke and drown on the river of 
salty water. His little cock jerked and pulsed in the pool of it lapping 
over his groin. The youngster heaved up slightly and shot his jism, gagging 
and gurgling on the foamy piss. Jets of come shot from his prick and flew 
out in strings up his pissy chest. Globs of cum floated around in the puddle 
of piss between his legs. 

The black dropped the sopping kid as his bladder emptied. Thumper lay there 
gasping, yellow bubbles popping around his red lips and his cock still 
spurting jism. 

The man went down on his knees beside the golden boy. He stretched out his 
cock over the slender teen, the thick fucker stretching from Thumper's balls 
to his tits, then the lithe blonde disappeared under the black hulk of 
flesh. Chet saw only an occasional flash of golden skin as the man humped 
Thumper's tummy with his long cock, trying to work up a boner to fuck the 
kid. He writhed his massive hips around over the kid, grunting as he felt 
his cock take on a solid core between their mashing bellies. 

Chet stroked his own cock over Robbie's smooth back. Then he scooted the 
child up and began to rub his fucker up and down in the boy's tender 
asscleft. Robbie giggled and raised his leg, letting it fall back and dangle 
over Chet's, making his ass available. 

"Feels good, Chet. I feel kind of empty inside without your cock up my ass," 
sighed the boy. "It's like there's a big hollow in my gut until you fuck me 
full. Give that ass of mine a couple strokes and you'll have me cumming." 

Chet was rubbing his cockhair into Robbie's tiny buns, feeling the slick 
grip of the little kid's juicy ass around his fucker. 

"Go ahead and cum, baby," he whispered in the boy's ear. "I'll just fuck 
more out of you, you know!" 

Then he pulled out till just the head rested within the boy and plunged back 
in. He did that about five or six times, getting his cock good and greased 
up with assjuice and fucklube, and the boy did cum! Spurted his load right 
out onto the sand in pearly globs as he worked over Chet's buried cock with 
his ass contractions. Chet fucked in to the hilt and held there, feeling the 
boy bubble over into orgasm against him. 

The black dude must have worked up a boner by then. He lifted off Thumper 
and his massive cock lifted up with him, bigger and meaner than ever. The 
boy's pale skin was rubbed raw by the man, and his own belly was slick with 
another load of jism spunked out as the man rubbed off on him. 

The man gripped the boy's ankles again and lifted them up like he was 
yanking a baby from the womb. The teen's pretty little ass was lifted up, 
his ass-cheeks pressed tight together. 

The black giant held the boy's feet down beside his blonde skull. He 
maneuvered his meaty fucker over the youngster's small buns. But the thing 
hung down too far! It fell down onto the boy's doubled-over belly. So the 
huge guy got up on his feet, right up on his toes, raising his massive body 
up over the boy's ass like a bridge. 

That did it. He could target the youngster's ass pucker in that position. He 
got the wrist-thick cock centered and dropped his hips. 

Chet and Robbie watched as the fist-thick cock knob sunk between the blonde 
boy's buns. They saw the pelvic bones spread as the huge cockshaft tunneled 
through his guts. Thumper squealed like a stuck pig, his little prick 
pissing out a series of milky spurts. 

Six inches screwed up his ass, and the black cock kept feeding in. The man 
lowered back down to his knees as his prick crammed into the boy's upraised 
buns further and further. Eight inches were now within the boy. Then ten. 

Thumper was wedged to the limit, speared up the ass with the mighty black 
cock. He shot off another jet of jism and wiggled his toes with joy. He 
squealed as the black screwed his cock around up his belly. Then he cried 
out again as the man let go of his ankles and grabbed a fistful of flesh at 
his breasts. 

Grinding into the kid firmly, he rocked back and lifted Thumper's light 
weight up to sit perched on his lap, held tight on the thick spindle of his 
impaling cock. Wrapping the teen blonde in his arms, the massive black got 
up to his feet. 

Thumper tried to lock his ankles behind the black, but the man's waist was 
too thick, so he just hitched them up on his hips. The boy looked so frail 
and pale in the huge fucker's black arms. 

Chet fucked Robbie gently as they lay on their sides. They watched the black 
cradle the blonde in his arms and walk to the water. As he got into it up to 
his meaty calves, the man again got down to his knees. 

Thumper figured what the dude had in mind, and he grinned with an evil glint 
in his eyes. "You're going to drown me, aren't you, man? You're going to 
fuck the spunk out of me while I sputter out around your cock." 

The man nodded as he dropped the blonde boy back into the water. He cupped 
Thumper's warm skull in one hand as he began to work his massive cock in and 
out of the kid's punished shitter. He pulled out thick inches of black meat 
from the boy's ripping shitter. Then he hit home to the root with a pelvic 
thrust that had the boy's head about ready to burst. An unbelievable amount 
of cockmeat swelled inside his slender body, pushing guts around and 
spreading pounding heat through him. The water sloshed about with the 
heaving fuck, and the boy's little prick wobbled about stiff and 
spermy-smooth. 

The blonde let himself fall back. He felt the strength of the cock within 
him and he didn't care what else happened. Water tickled his tits and lapped 
up to his ears. Then he felt himself go under, enveloped with water and 
stuck on a super cock. 

The black looked down to the boy. The blonde's hair waved out from his head 
and his cute face glimmered under the surface of the water. He grabbed the 
kid's pelvic girdle and yanked the kid's ass down firmly onto his cock-root. 
He began a brutal fuck, slamming his hips forward to drive his mammoth 
fucker to the hilt inside the boy. Water sprayed up around them as he 
heaved. 

Except for Thumper's bony knees, Chet could see nothing of the boy. From the 
beach, it looked like the black was fucking water. Chet saw the man lean 
over with the effort to send his fuckjuice into the boy. 

As minutes passed, a deep throttling hum came from the man's thick neck. He 
leaned over the drowning boy and thrust in erratic jabs deep into his guts. 
The boy sent rippling convulsions through the man as he went into spasms 
under the water. Writhing and jerking with the lust of passion, Thumper was 
spurting out his stringy jism over and over into the clear water. It floated 
over the waves as the youngster blacked out with joy. 

The man fell forward onto his hands and spent himself in the kid. His 
massive ass clenched in a steady rhythm as he shot his quarts of cream from 
bulging balls into the boy. Urged to an intense orgasm by the youngster's 
spasming, clenching guts, he jismed out the most stupendous load of his 
life, fucking into the white boy with an almost painful flood of cum. 

 CHAPTER TEN 

Then Chet got mighty serious about fucking little Robbie. The kid, firmly 
wedged on his lap, cock stuck up his ass, got a thrilling ride as the man 
began to bounce him on his spearing fucker. He giggled, leaning his moppy 
hair back to rub against Chefs fuzzy nipples, as the man plowed his cock up 
the child's squirming buns. 

Another man from the beach walked up in front of Chet as he fucked the boy. 
This man was pretty young, maybe twenty, looked like he could appear in one 
of those ads for bodybuilding equipment, lean and firm all over. His 
straight cock pronged up at a sharp angle to his rippled belly, smooth and 
stiff. 

"Could you use some company, buddy?" he asked in a mellow voice. "I dig 
chicken, too. Especially cute little hairless chicken like you got yourself 
into." 

Robbie warmed up to the sound of those words, and his gut ached for more 
action right away. 

But Chet spoke first. "Sure, fellow, sure. If it's all right with the kid, 
you can have his ass when I'm finished with him. Hell, he never gets enough. 
That OK with you, Robbie?" 

"Sure," said the kid in his high voice. "But why wait? You look like you're 
ready to blow your load. Why don't you share my ass, both of you? I can take 
it." 

The tall guy chuckled, his hands on his slim hips. "A double fuck, huh? And 
with such a little boy? Hell, I've never seen a chicken like you take two 
men at once." 

"Let's do it!" stated Chet, looking at the other guy's powerful cock jutting 
from his groin. He wouldn't mind sliding up against that slick prick while 
they fucked the daylights out of his little lover. He grabbed the kid under 
his knees and pulled up his legs. He showed the guy where his cock already 
plugged the kid's steamy ass-hole. 

The man kneeled down and got between Chet's legs. He grabbed the shaft of 
his cock and aimed it into Robbie's smooth asscrack, right under his tiny 
pink ball bag. 

Chet draped the child's legs over his and got his fingers into Robbie's 
ass-hole. He pulled his cock out till only the crown nuzzled up inside. Then 
he got his fingers worked up under the rubbery ring, stretching it out. 

The youngster gasped at the pain, sucking in his tummy. "Don't stop, not if 
I scream or anything." 

The tall guy nosed his fucker in under the ass-ring. Chet gasped, feeling 
the smooth skin sheathing the hard core of cock touching against his own. 
Then the guy pushed, sinking his fucker right up alongside his cock and into 
the boy's quivering ass. 

Robbie did scream! High and shrill, pain and joy mixed with his cry. He was 
ripped a bit, but filled with the most wonderful sensations as the men began 
to fuck. 

Chet actually didn't move much. The hugging and gripping of Robbie's 
talented ass, and the friction of the other man's cock, worked him up to a 
frenzy without much effort. He grabbed at the child's feet as they flopped 
about with the ecstasy of the fuck. He brought one of Robbie's small feet up 
to his face and licked over the smelly toes as they fucked him. He ran his 
tongue into the dewy warmth between each toe, and the youngster squealed 
with delight. The young boy spread and clenched his toes as the man's tongue 
sucked in each tiny pink toe and nibbled around it. 

Then the boy came off. Bursts of his jism spunked up between the men and 
spattered down over his and the tall guy's bellies. Their cocks began to 
produce a squishy sound as Robbie's cream ran down into his assfurrow. 

Robbie was into multiple orgasms once again, getting plowed by more cockmeat 
than he'd ever had crammed up him before. 

Chet felt himself soaring to orgasm. He shifted feet and began to lick and 
nibble on Robbie's other foot, tonguing his toes and slurping up his smelly 
sweat. 

He felt the cock beside his swell. He felt his own cock swell. The tall guy 
fucked his cock in staccato bursts, grunting and shaking with lust. Then 
they both orgasmed inside Robbie. Within a second of each other, their thick 
cocks undulated with a burst of pleasure and they pissed out their cum. 
Massive gushes of jism plowed into Robbie's guts, sending the boy into a new 
plateau of bliss, and a new series of spurts, watery spunk jetting from his 
little prick. 

Syrupy cum leaked from his ass-hole as the two cocks exploded in fluid 
energy deep within him. On and on, the three rocked with orgasm, hugging and 
sweating and spending their sexual lust. 

When the tall guy was totally sated within the boy, he eased his wilting 
fucker out. "Great fuck, kid. Thanks for sharing your fuck-hole." 

It wasn't but a minute when another man shadowed the sun. "Mind if I take 
seconds?" 

Chet and Robbie looked up with glazed eyes to see the hairiest man either of 
them had ever seen. Even his shoulders had thick fur covering them, black 
and shiny in the sun. 

The little kid was excited by the ape-like man, and the guy's cock sprang 
firm from a bush of hair Robbie really wanted to feel against his ass. 

"Let me have it!" yelped the kid. 

The man dropped to his knees and got his cock right up to the boy's raised 
ass and worked right in. Robbie was a little looser since the first double 
fuck, and Chet's fucker had drooped a bit. The ride was every bit as 
thrilling though, since Chet's cock had gained some sensitivity, and he just 
sat there enjoying the zings of pleasure worked out of him with the other 
cock rubbing him off in the kid's cummy ass-hole. 

It wasn't long before the hairy ape was grunting and groaning and twisting 
his furry hips around as he stirred his fucker in deep. Then he tensed up, 
the hair on him seeming to bristle as he shot. Long, powerful surges of jism 
shot into Robbie and the kid came off all over himself, stinking of cum. 

Chet almost peaked into orgasm himself, but relaxed and just let the 
delights of the fuck ripple through him as the man and the boy on his lap 
spasmed and shook with passion. 

Then they heard a cry: "Give it to me! Stick it in!" 

Chet looked over Robbie's dark-haired mop to see the big black holding 
Thumper in a hammer lock. Another man was leaning over the boy and piercing 
his tit with a golden ring! The golden lad was writhing and twisting in the 
black's muscular arms, but it wasn't because he was trying to get loose. No, 
it was from the pure, painful pleasure he got from the stabbing. A nice line 
of red blood ran down his ribs and over his skinny belly. 

Then the guy stood back while the black obliged him by reaching down to grab 
the boy's legs. He lifted Thumper up until the boy's knees rested against 
his bony shoulers, giving the other guy a clear shot at the kid's creamy 
shitter. 

"Plug his ass while I hold him, man," growled the black. 

"You got it!" said the other man, his fucker not very long, but thick as a 
bottle. He nudged it between the blonde's smooth ass-cheeks and sank right 
in. Then he grabbed the kid's buns and kind of shimmied the boy over his 
cock as he ground his crotch into Thumper's ripe pucker. 

When the fucker had worked up his jism to the boiling point, he began to 
drum his belly against the kid, really butting his cock through the kid's 
ass tissues with a vengeance. The young blonde thrashed his head about and 
his legs kicked into the air with the heady thrills of the ass-ramming fuck. 
Fountains of his cream spurted up his tummy and right into his face as the 
man pounded his guts and pulverized his prostate. Then the fucker sank in to 
the hilt and stiffened into orgasm. He held in deep and squirted off his 
balls. 

Chet meanwhile, had finally pulled out of little Robbie. The kid was leaking 
out a pretty nice stream of cream out of his ass and down his legs as he 
stood in the sand, kind of wobblyknead. His own multiple loads oozed down 
his chest and tummy. The tall guy who had first double-fucked him was down 
on a towel propped up on his hands. The little kid saw the man's big feet 
sticking out in front of him and an idea lit up in his dazed brain. 

He went up to the guy, his small feet on either side of the man's upraised 
foot. He looked down and the man's big toe just looked so damn good. It was 
thick at the end, rather spread out, like the flare of a cockhead rising 
from a slender stalk, and separated a bit from the rest of his toes. 

Robbie's mouth kind of watered and he hunkered down over the man's foot. The 
guy just lay there watching as the small boy lowered his buns around his 
sweaty foot and worked that great toe up into his squishy ass-hole. 

The kid sighed with satisfaction, feeling the nail tear his ass and the toe 
plug his shitter real nice. He got a thrill as the man wiggled his toes and 
rubbed into his guts and around his smarting buns. He twirled and humped 
over the man's foot till he was hot and panting with lust. Then he bounced 
his ass a few times and shot. He threw back his head and yelped, spurts of 
his watery spunk jetting up his belly. His little reddened prick just 
wouldn't stop cumming, sending string after string of his jism up his 
contorting torso. 

Chet looked to where some slapping and smacking sounds were coming from. 
There was Thumper down on his elbows and knees in the sand and a man 
standing behind him, snapping his ass with a rolled-up towel. The buns were 
rosy-red and twitching with the thrill. 

Thumper had his face in his hands as his ass was whipped raw, rolling around 
and groaning real boyishly. Then he worked his knees apart and lifted his 
face. "Hit my pussy, mister! Sting my shitter!" 

The man answered with a series of snaps right on target. The towel cracked 
as it licked into the boy's cummy ass-hole, turning it redder than a beet. 
The youngster quivered with ecstasy as each kiss of pain smacked his ass. 

When the man had heated up those buns to a crimson glow, he dropped to his 
knees and fucked the air right out of the kid, fucking his sore ass like a 
mink in heat. The boy thrashed his face around in his hands, tears streaking 
his cheeks, and his spunk flew out into the sand beneath his chest as the 
man filled his abused hot ass with another load of steamy jism. 

* * * 

In the car on the drive back home, things were pretty quiet. Chet had the 
top up as the sun set and the air cooled. He was exhausted, but felt more 
alive than ever before. 

He looked to the seat beside him. There, sprawled over the leather, lay two 
spunked out chickens. Naked, their tummies rising and falling deeply, the 
two boys slept in each other's arms, totally wiped out from all the fucking. 
Drying cum streaked their bellies and chests as they dreamed of new thrills 
ahead. 

And Chet wondered how many fucks, and what kind of sadistic delight, would 
await him in bed that night, and the nights in the future. He hummed to 
himself as he drove, stroking his thick cock through his shorts. 


THE END
