How to Create a Fuckboy

Jennings was delighted to see the squirrel who was going to devour his nuts. He insisted I take a picture of them (from the neck up) so he could keep it at home on his bureau.

I wondered what position one uses to fuck a squirrel. From the little I've observed of squirrel copulation, I figured probably doggy position. I was wrong. Fuckboy told me afterward, Jennings wanted to do it spread-eagle so he could keep looking at his beautiful painted face.

About a quarter after 12, El Greco arrived. "Did your boy friend like his little squirrel boy?"

"Shit, yeah! He loved it, Sir."

"Well, I don't know if you got around to doing anal, but I can tell you did some oral. The makeup is kinda smudged around the lips."

"Oops, sorry about that, El Greco."

"Hey, no problem, like so much good art, face makeup is ephemeral. Much like a beach sculpture or a Buddhist sand mandala. I know my creations don't last more than a few hours, but I can live with that. Look at the greatest artist of them all. When God creates a streak of lightning, or a shooting star, or a vivid sunset, the effect is only momentary, but it is no less awe-inspiring is it?"

"Wow! I never thought of it like that."

It was a hot night, so Fuckboy slipped on only a pair of shorts for the trip. I made sure he had his KY and an ample supply of condoms in his pockets. He gave me a big kiss and they were off.

The bed never felt right when Fuckboy wasn't there beside me, but the wad of Ben Franklins El Greco had given me somehow assuaged my loneliness. Vera wasn't too happy when Fuckboy wasn't there for breakfast. It's one thing knowing her precious baby is getting fucked across the hall, but another when it's across town. And by a fuckin carnie no less! She probably thought he'd be kidnapped by gypsies and never seen again! She went to take her bath.

The doorbell rang and I went to answer it. There stood El Greco with a tow headed young boy. Certainly a pretty youngster with his blond pony tail, blue eyes, and high cheek bones. And nattily dressed in harlequin pants and fringed leather vest. Pretty, yes, but... "You brought back the wrong kid, El Greco. Remember Tommy? You better get back over there and find him. Don't know who this lad is but I expect his family's worried. What's your name, kid?"

The boy couldn't keep a straight face any longer. He and El Greco burst out laughing. "It's me, you fuckin idiot! I'm your fuckboy!" I recognized the voice.

"Well, shit!"

"Did we really fool you, Sir?"

"Fuckin Jesus Christ. You sure did. That's amazing! How the Hell did you do that, El Greco?"

"Just a few little tricks of the trade. A wig, some blue contacts, some modeling wax, some cool duds. I told you El Greco is an artist!"

"Well, shit! I really can't get over it! Hey, El Greco, the real test is if you can fool his mother. Fuckboy, when the bitch finishes getting ready, we'll see if she recognizes you." I shouted, "Vera! We got company. Make yourself decent and get out here!"

When she finally got her fat ass out of the bedroom, I introduced them. "This is my good friend, El Greco, and his adopted son, Sven."

El Greco put out his hand. "Pleased to meet you Ma'am."

Vera was livid. "Oh great, Brother! It's not enough you have to fuck my poor son. Now you have to find other boys to take advantage of as well. And you, Greco, whatever the Hell your name is, are another pervert, I suppose! Young boy, I'm sorry. You can escape you know. I'll help you find help. It's too late for my little Tommy but maybe we can save you. You don't know what these men are like. They're evil. Let me help you." There were tears in her eyes.

Fuckboy tore off the wig. "It's me!!" He started laughing his ass off. "Wow, a great mother you are, Bitch! You didn't even know your own son!" He pulled the wax off his cheeks. Vera broke down and sobbed. "Stupid Bitch!"

The three of us had a great laugh at her expense. Fuckboy got out of his costume and told me (and Vera if she was listening) about the great night he had fucking El Greco over and over. He made El Greco think no man ever had as talented a cock as his.

El Greco put his hand on Fuckboy's bare ass. "It's true. I certainly got my money's worth. Your boy is very talented. It was an honor to meet another true artist."

"El Greco, please stay for lunch. Fuckboy and I insist."

The boy concurred. "Yeah, El Greco, please stay. Hey, Bitch, we got a guest for lunch. Make something good."

"I must say I admire the way you treat her. Women have to learn their place."

"Hehe, yeah. Hey, Bitch. Take off all your clothes like a good bitch." Meekly, Vera obeyed her son as El Greco smirked and gave him a high five.

"Your bitch sure has got a fat ass, young man. Do a lot of men fuck it, young man?"

"Naw, she ain't allowed. Why? You want to fuck her?"

"Well, I'm sure she ain't as good as you were last night, but I don't mind getting a little pussy now and then. I'd have a go at her if you let me."

"You hear that, Bitch? This is your lucky day. You're gonna get laid!"

El Greco turned to me. "How much do I pay for her?"

"Fuckboy, what do you think we should charge our friend for the bitch?"

I loved the smirky smartass face he put on. "Well, let's see. Like you said, she ain't as good as me. Out of practice too. So she really ain't worth much. Maybe 50 cents, hehe." El Greco threw two quarters on the table. Vera was deflated. Sold by her flesh and blood for four bits. Fuckboy told me later that if she had any money of her own, he would have made her pay El Greco to get fucked!

The artist wrapped his strong arm around Vera's neck and forced his mouth on to hers. His free hand squeezed her tits. She tried to pull away but couldn't. "I see the filly still has some fight left in her. That's good."

He stuck his hand between her legs and fingered her cunt. Feelings long dormant in her were now coming alive again. He whispered, "Take off my pants, Bitch," and released her. She knelt down and obeyed just the way she does every damn male on the planet.

As we sat at the table and watched his mother get ravaged, I said to the boy, "You know, I haven't forgotten that you called me a fuckin idiot, Fuckboy!"

"Oh no, Sir. I would never say such a thing to you, Sir. That was Sven who said that. Hehe."

The show continued as my sister's estrogen began reminding her she was still a woman after all. El Greco was now fucking Vera's face. Fuckboy and I called out encouragement.

"Yeah, Bitch, suck it good."

"Now I see where the boy gets his sucking talent."

We could tell he almost reached orgasm but stopped. He tore off his shirt, then threw the wench on to the couch and spread her legs. He bent down and lasciviously ate her beaver while she thrashed about in ecstasy. He rolled her over on to the floor, on to her hands and knees. Then he winked at her son and plowed into her cunt from behind. Grabbing her huge hips, he pounded away as she shrieked. When he was just about to shoot, he pulled out, spun her around and sprayed her face. Fuckboy applauded.

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