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Category:
Original - Misc › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
41
Views:
6,102
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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Disclaimer:
This is a work of fiction about oral & anal sex between men and boys, aged 10-16. The characters, locations & incidents are fictional. Any resemblance to actual events or locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coinc
Chapter 21
©2010 Herb Cat. Do not reproduce or distribute this story without the author's permission.
As an author, I welcome feedback from readers. Please send any comments about this story, positive or negative, to Herbcatwriter@yahoo.com. Thank you.
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Chapter 21
"I'll get it, Honey!" Wallace shouted to his wife when the doorbell rang. He knew it was probably Benny and his cock began to twitch expectantly. It had been four months since Benny's deflowering, and by now all the men had been inside his ass. Benny's hole could take the thickest of them, and did so with enthusiasm. Benny's mom was pleased that her son had such a keen interest in wildlife, which she assumed was the reason he spent so much time next door at the taxidermist's.
"Hey, Benny. I was hoping you'd come over. I... Oh, who is this?"
"Hi, Mr. Wallace, this is Freddie, he's my friend." Wallace looked down at the towhead stranger, a half foot shorter than Benny. Freddie's eyes stared back, reminding him of a young fawn. "He wants to see all the animals. I told him he could. That's OK ain't it?"
Wallace's cock deflated. "Of course, Benny. All your friends are welcome here." He led the two boys down the hall past the coat hooks made from deer paws, through the living room, dining room, bedrooms, where all the walls had heads peering down on them and the floors had bear skin rugs."
"See, Freddie, I told you. Ain't they fuckin neat?"
"Shit, yeah!"
Wallace smiled. Young boys find swear words so delicious on their tongues. He led them out back to his workshop where he stripped the carcasses and stuffed the skins for various clients, and tanned the leather for his buddy Philip. Freddie was in awe at the sights and smells of the place. Benny whispered something in Freddie's ear. His eyes, already the size of saucers, opened even wider.
"Mr. Wallace. I hope you don't fuckin mind. I told Freddie you could show him something else."
"What's that, Freddie?" Wallace waited. "C'mon, tell me what other shit you want to see."
"Uh, ..." The words came out slowly. "Benny uh said you uh showed him your uh weewee."
"Shit! Freddie," Benny scolded. "Don't be such a baby. Men don't call it a weewee. It's a fuckin cock! Say it right, or he won't show you!"
"Uh, will you show me your, uh, cock, Mr. Wallace Sir?"
"Sure, Freddie, on two conditions."
"Uh oh, what?"
"Yeah, Mr. Wallace," Benny frowned. "What conditions?"
"First, you can't tell anybody."
"Oh I won't Mr. Wallace. I keep secrets good."
"You fuckin swear?"
"Yes Sir." The lad crossed his tiny chest as proof. "What's the second condition?"
"Well, I'll show you my fuckin cock if you show me yours, Freddie."
"Hell, yeah," shouted Benny, already undoing his cowboy belt. "C'mon Freddie take your pants off." Benny was dropping his pants and pulling down his undies. Freddie shrugged and did the same. There bending over in front of Old Wallace were two lovely cherub asses and when they stood up and turned around, two darling tiny nails. "OK, Mr. Wallace, your fuckin turn!"
Wallace locked the workshop door as a precaution. His wife never came out there. She found the scene grisly, even though she liked the finish products. A lot like watching sausage get made. Feeling safe, Wallace opened his belt, unzipped his fly, and lowered his pants. He sat down to take them off, then stood and put his thumbs in the waistband of his boxers. Four young eyes were glued on those thumbs as they slowly pushed the undies down to reveal a cock that only vaguely resembled Freddie's. Freddie's jaw dropped. The man's cock was full of hair, not bald like his; it had skin, unlike his circumcised boytool, but most of all, it was huge!
.oOo.
As an author, I welcome feedback from readers. Please send any comments about this story, positive or negative, to Herbcatwriter@yahoo.com. Thank you.
As an author, I welcome feedback from readers. Please send any comments about this story, positive or negative, to Herbcatwriter@yahoo.com. Thank you.
.oOo.
Chapter 21
"I'll get it, Honey!" Wallace shouted to his wife when the doorbell rang. He knew it was probably Benny and his cock began to twitch expectantly. It had been four months since Benny's deflowering, and by now all the men had been inside his ass. Benny's hole could take the thickest of them, and did so with enthusiasm. Benny's mom was pleased that her son had such a keen interest in wildlife, which she assumed was the reason he spent so much time next door at the taxidermist's.
"Hey, Benny. I was hoping you'd come over. I... Oh, who is this?"
"Hi, Mr. Wallace, this is Freddie, he's my friend." Wallace looked down at the towhead stranger, a half foot shorter than Benny. Freddie's eyes stared back, reminding him of a young fawn. "He wants to see all the animals. I told him he could. That's OK ain't it?"
Wallace's cock deflated. "Of course, Benny. All your friends are welcome here." He led the two boys down the hall past the coat hooks made from deer paws, through the living room, dining room, bedrooms, where all the walls had heads peering down on them and the floors had bear skin rugs."
"See, Freddie, I told you. Ain't they fuckin neat?"
"Shit, yeah!"
Wallace smiled. Young boys find swear words so delicious on their tongues. He led them out back to his workshop where he stripped the carcasses and stuffed the skins for various clients, and tanned the leather for his buddy Philip. Freddie was in awe at the sights and smells of the place. Benny whispered something in Freddie's ear. His eyes, already the size of saucers, opened even wider.
"Mr. Wallace. I hope you don't fuckin mind. I told Freddie you could show him something else."
"What's that, Freddie?" Wallace waited. "C'mon, tell me what other shit you want to see."
"Uh, ..." The words came out slowly. "Benny uh said you uh showed him your uh weewee."
"Shit! Freddie," Benny scolded. "Don't be such a baby. Men don't call it a weewee. It's a fuckin cock! Say it right, or he won't show you!"
"Uh, will you show me your, uh, cock, Mr. Wallace Sir?"
"Sure, Freddie, on two conditions."
"Uh oh, what?"
"Yeah, Mr. Wallace," Benny frowned. "What conditions?"
"First, you can't tell anybody."
"Oh I won't Mr. Wallace. I keep secrets good."
"You fuckin swear?"
"Yes Sir." The lad crossed his tiny chest as proof. "What's the second condition?"
"Well, I'll show you my fuckin cock if you show me yours, Freddie."
"Hell, yeah," shouted Benny, already undoing his cowboy belt. "C'mon Freddie take your pants off." Benny was dropping his pants and pulling down his undies. Freddie shrugged and did the same. There bending over in front of Old Wallace were two lovely cherub asses and when they stood up and turned around, two darling tiny nails. "OK, Mr. Wallace, your fuckin turn!"
Wallace locked the workshop door as a precaution. His wife never came out there. She found the scene grisly, even though she liked the finish products. A lot like watching sausage get made. Feeling safe, Wallace opened his belt, unzipped his fly, and lowered his pants. He sat down to take them off, then stood and put his thumbs in the waistband of his boxers. Four young eyes were glued on those thumbs as they slowly pushed the undies down to reveal a cock that only vaguely resembled Freddie's. Freddie's jaw dropped. The man's cock was full of hair, not bald like his; it had skin, unlike his circumcised boytool, but most of all, it was huge!
.oOo.
As an author, I welcome feedback from readers. Please send any comments about this story, positive or negative, to Herbcatwriter@yahoo.com. Thank you.