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Category:
Original - Misc › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
41
Views:
6,104
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
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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 23
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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 23
The men took Freddie with them to the range where he gamely tried to handle a bow with his tiny arms. He was a bit of a spaz and the arrows went all over the woods, but he was proud to be learning this new skill.
Freddie got his new belt when he went on his first camping trip with Benny and the men. He also got his rosebud plucked. Ignoring his "big brother's" advice, he asked Wallace to do the honors. The man who first introduced him to all the wonders of sex. Despite using half a bottle of Slick and an hour of gentle fingering, Wallace struggled to get his fat cock in the boy's tight hole. The young screams echoed through the woods and everyone was glad they were away from civilization. But the kid took it like a brave little Indian, hugging his attacker and later sharing his sleeping bag.
The next morning, the forest ranger dropped in on their encampment. "Hi, Officer, what can we do for you?"
"Wondered if you heard anything strange last night?"
"Well, we all slept pretty good. What do you mean, strange?"
"A family camping about a mile from here said they heard some screaming and thought someone was being attacked." Benny and Freddie covered their mouths to hide their giggling.
"No, Officer, we didn't hear anything. Maybe they heard an animal getting caught by a mountain lion or something."
"Yeah, probably. Well, sorry to bother you. You two boys behave yourselves and stick close to your uncles. Don't want you getting lost in the woods. Have a good day."
When the ranger was far enough away, they all started laughing. But right then, the men realized the state game land wasn't as private as they had thought.
The next child to join this exclusive man/boy circle was Guido. New to town, his mother had brought him into Maggio's store for shoes. Soon, she and Phil were yabbering away in Italian. Phil was surprised he remembered so much from his Nonno. Guido, in junior high, began hanging around the store after school. He'd shelve the new shipments, dust the displays and pick up the crumpled paper. Phil thought here was a boy he could teach all the lessons he once promised Nonno he would tell his sons. Lessons about pride in workmanship. When he closed the shop each day, he gave Guido an allowance and walked him home.
Often business was slow, so Phil found himself alone in the store with the boy for hours at a time. They began disappearing into the back room for a mutual jerkoff. (Years later, the smell of new running shoes would always give Guido a hardon.)
Of course, Guido soon met Wallace, Jason and Frank, as well as Benny and Freddie. He was older than the other boys, already into puberty and horny as a rabbit. When he went on his first campout, he not only gave his ass to all the men, but fucked their asses as well, plus the two boy asses. There was no end to the adolescent's cum-making. And, with developing arm muscles, he handled the bow like a natural.
"Were we that sexually active when we teenagers?" Frank asked Phil, as Guido fucked Benny, not a half hour after he finished fucking Freddie.
"I certainly was. Seems like my cock was always begging for attention back then. And, I'm sure your son and Freddie are going to be just like him in a couple years."
"God help them!"
"No," Jason interjected. "It's up to US to help these boys. Teenage boys need a healthy outlet for their hormones. That's something the Boy Scouts can't seem to understand. We have to make sure these three boys know it's all right to have sex. When Benny reaches puberty, I know I'd feel honored to give him my ass just like he's been giving me his."
.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 23
The men took Freddie with them to the range where he gamely tried to handle a bow with his tiny arms. He was a bit of a spaz and the arrows went all over the woods, but he was proud to be learning this new skill.
Freddie got his new belt when he went on his first camping trip with Benny and the men. He also got his rosebud plucked. Ignoring his "big brother's" advice, he asked Wallace to do the honors. The man who first introduced him to all the wonders of sex. Despite using half a bottle of Slick and an hour of gentle fingering, Wallace struggled to get his fat cock in the boy's tight hole. The young screams echoed through the woods and everyone was glad they were away from civilization. But the kid took it like a brave little Indian, hugging his attacker and later sharing his sleeping bag.
The next morning, the forest ranger dropped in on their encampment. "Hi, Officer, what can we do for you?"
"Wondered if you heard anything strange last night?"
"Well, we all slept pretty good. What do you mean, strange?"
"A family camping about a mile from here said they heard some screaming and thought someone was being attacked." Benny and Freddie covered their mouths to hide their giggling.
"No, Officer, we didn't hear anything. Maybe they heard an animal getting caught by a mountain lion or something."
"Yeah, probably. Well, sorry to bother you. You two boys behave yourselves and stick close to your uncles. Don't want you getting lost in the woods. Have a good day."
When the ranger was far enough away, they all started laughing. But right then, the men realized the state game land wasn't as private as they had thought.
The next child to join this exclusive man/boy circle was Guido. New to town, his mother had brought him into Maggio's store for shoes. Soon, she and Phil were yabbering away in Italian. Phil was surprised he remembered so much from his Nonno. Guido, in junior high, began hanging around the store after school. He'd shelve the new shipments, dust the displays and pick up the crumpled paper. Phil thought here was a boy he could teach all the lessons he once promised Nonno he would tell his sons. Lessons about pride in workmanship. When he closed the shop each day, he gave Guido an allowance and walked him home.
Often business was slow, so Phil found himself alone in the store with the boy for hours at a time. They began disappearing into the back room for a mutual jerkoff. (Years later, the smell of new running shoes would always give Guido a hardon.)
Of course, Guido soon met Wallace, Jason and Frank, as well as Benny and Freddie. He was older than the other boys, already into puberty and horny as a rabbit. When he went on his first campout, he not only gave his ass to all the men, but fucked their asses as well, plus the two boy asses. There was no end to the adolescent's cum-making. And, with developing arm muscles, he handled the bow like a natural.
"Were we that sexually active when we teenagers?" Frank asked Phil, as Guido fucked Benny, not a half hour after he finished fucking Freddie.
"I certainly was. Seems like my cock was always begging for attention back then. And, I'm sure your son and Freddie are going to be just like him in a couple years."
"God help them!"
"No," Jason interjected. "It's up to US to help these boys. Teenage boys need a healthy outlet for their hormones. That's something the Boy Scouts can't seem to understand. We have to make sure these three boys know it's all right to have sex. When Benny reaches puberty, I know I'd feel honored to give him my ass just like he's been giving me his."
.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.