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Category:
Original - Misc › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
43
Views:
3,455
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 young boys. The characters, locations & incidents are fictional. Any resemblance to actual events or locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
Chapter 31
©2007 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 Herb_Cat@mailcity.com. Thank you.
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Chapter 31
Date: Saturday, April 5, 2003, morning
Place: BPH
Antonio continues, "Hey, why don't we go up to 'our' room and show Miguel some of the games we used to play. Come on, Victor." Antonio grabs his brother's hand. "Come on, kid, I remember where it is." Victor starts mumbling, "No, you don't under..." but follows the boys up the stairs. Arnold muses, is Victor going to be in deep shit when the corporate board hears about this.
"Ain't this a neat bedroom, Miguel? Look at this big old bed. And don't worry about being lonesome 'cause Victor here don't mind at all staying in bed with you. He'll look after you real good 'til I get back." Victor sits on the bed and thinks about the house rules. "Hey, Victor, you're on the bed already. Can't wait to renew old times, can you? Well, come on, let's show the boy what fun we used to have."
Antonio jumps on the bed, lifts Victor's sweat shirt up and starts lapping his tits. Adroitly, he slips the shirt off him and french kisses him. Victor lies back on the pillows. Without releasing his lip lock, Antonio pulls Victor's sweatpants down off his already bulging organ. It has been weeks since Victor has been in this bed with anyone, and right now, even someone as old as Antonio is able to get his juices flowing. He lifts his ass from the bed and allows the young man to pull his pants off altogether. He is now only in socks. Antonio kneels on one side of his former lover, straightens up and starts taking off his own shirt. "Look, Miguel, doesn't Victor have a nice pene? Don't be afraid. Come here, little brother. Take a close look. Here, look at his and look at mine. Which one you think is bigger? Don't worry, you can tell the truth. Hehe, you want to show the nice man your pene, Miguel? He'd love to see it." The frowning little boy stands beside the bed but makes no move to open his pants.
Antonio jumps off the bed, kicks off his pants and comes around to kneel beside his brother. "Here, Miguel, look at how I hold Victor's pene. See? See how I pet it? He really likes that. When I was a little boy like you, I'd pet it like this and Victor just loved it. Give me your hand, let me show you how." Miguel tentatively reaches out and puts a finger on the strange man's strange mantool. "Yeah, that's it, that wasn't so bad, was it? You know something else I used to do with it? Watch this, Miguel." The little boy's eyes grow like saucers as he watches his brother swallow the big juicy cock and suck it hard. Antonio comes up for air, and licks his lips. "See, it's really delicious. Go on, Victor will let you have a taste, won't you, Victor?"
"Oh, fuck, yeah!! Please, Miguel, please give my cock a nice lick! Oh, shit, that would be soooooo good!"
The boy is confused. His brother talked about bed games. He didn't know it meant doing stuff like this. He wants to make Antonio happy. He wants Antonio's friend to be his friend too. Maybe it isn't so bad. He bends over, closes his eyes and sticks out his tongue. He tastes something new, both sour and sweet, creamy and wet. He starts lapping at the purple helmet. Suddenly, the man groans "Aaaarrrggghh." Miguel opens his eyes and stares at the big pole throbbing in front of his face. Then without warning, his face is sprayed with a splash of sticky white goo. Shocked, he doesn't know whether to cry or run or say, "lo siento."
Antonio hugs him. "Wow, good for you, Little Brother." He's laughing. Miguel starts laughing too. "You see, you and Victor are going to have lots of fun together! Ain't that right, Victor." But the now spent old man just grunts. "I gotta be going soon, Little Brother, but I just want you to see one more thing before I go. I want you to watch me and Victor play a different game, 'cause later on he may want to play this with you and you might worry, so I want you to see it really is ok. Come on, Victor, give your old Sweetheart a fuck for old times sake."
"Uh, I can't, Antonio."
"Shit, it's all limp. You used to have more stamina, old man. Fuck, I really wanted him to see this. OK, pull up your legs, Victor. I'll fuck you instead." Victor obliges. There's nothing illegal about sex between two mutually consenting adults. "I guess you're not used to being the bottom, are you? Well, I'll be real gentle with you then. Don't grimace too much and worry the lad." Antonio whacks away on his schlong while he explains the game to his brother. "Now, watch closely, Miguel. You see Victor might have you lie like that with your legs up like that. Now I'm going to take my pene and push it in his nalga. He's going to like it a lot. It's going to feel tight, but then it will feel oh so good. You watch." Antonio points his cock at the man's hole and thrusts forward.
"Oh, my God!!" Victor yells. Antonio starts pumping, pistoning in and out. Miguel watches and listens to the gooshy noise of anal sex, punctuated by Victor's screams, "Yes! Yes! Yes! Fuck me, Antonio!"
Miguel can't believe what he is witnessing. Now it's Antonio who cries "Aaaarrrggghh." Miguel assumes that must mean his brother spouted that white stuff also. He wipes his hand across the cum hardening by his eyes. Then he bends close as his brother's cock pops out and sure enough, he was right. There's cream oozing out of the man's wide hole.
As Antonio drives off to points unknown, Arnold takes the little boy's hand. "Come on, Miguel, I just took a cake out of the oven. You can help me ice it."
"Super. Uh, Mr. Cook, could you call me Mike? All my friends do. Only my mama and hermano call me Miguel."
"Sure, Mike. And you call me Arnold."
"After we ice the cake, can I lick out the bowl, Arnold?"
"You sure can, we have to wash your face anyway." They both giggle.
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As an author, I welcome feedback from readers. Please send any comments about this story, positive or negative, to Herb_Cat@mailcity.com. Thank you.
As an author, I welcome feedback from readers. Please send any comments about this story, positive or negative, to Herb_Cat@mailcity.com. Thank you.
.oOo.
Chapter 31
Date: Saturday, April 5, 2003, morning
Place: BPH
Antonio continues, "Hey, why don't we go up to 'our' room and show Miguel some of the games we used to play. Come on, Victor." Antonio grabs his brother's hand. "Come on, kid, I remember where it is." Victor starts mumbling, "No, you don't under..." but follows the boys up the stairs. Arnold muses, is Victor going to be in deep shit when the corporate board hears about this.
"Ain't this a neat bedroom, Miguel? Look at this big old bed. And don't worry about being lonesome 'cause Victor here don't mind at all staying in bed with you. He'll look after you real good 'til I get back." Victor sits on the bed and thinks about the house rules. "Hey, Victor, you're on the bed already. Can't wait to renew old times, can you? Well, come on, let's show the boy what fun we used to have."
Antonio jumps on the bed, lifts Victor's sweat shirt up and starts lapping his tits. Adroitly, he slips the shirt off him and french kisses him. Victor lies back on the pillows. Without releasing his lip lock, Antonio pulls Victor's sweatpants down off his already bulging organ. It has been weeks since Victor has been in this bed with anyone, and right now, even someone as old as Antonio is able to get his juices flowing. He lifts his ass from the bed and allows the young man to pull his pants off altogether. He is now only in socks. Antonio kneels on one side of his former lover, straightens up and starts taking off his own shirt. "Look, Miguel, doesn't Victor have a nice pene? Don't be afraid. Come here, little brother. Take a close look. Here, look at his and look at mine. Which one you think is bigger? Don't worry, you can tell the truth. Hehe, you want to show the nice man your pene, Miguel? He'd love to see it." The frowning little boy stands beside the bed but makes no move to open his pants.
Antonio jumps off the bed, kicks off his pants and comes around to kneel beside his brother. "Here, Miguel, look at how I hold Victor's pene. See? See how I pet it? He really likes that. When I was a little boy like you, I'd pet it like this and Victor just loved it. Give me your hand, let me show you how." Miguel tentatively reaches out and puts a finger on the strange man's strange mantool. "Yeah, that's it, that wasn't so bad, was it? You know something else I used to do with it? Watch this, Miguel." The little boy's eyes grow like saucers as he watches his brother swallow the big juicy cock and suck it hard. Antonio comes up for air, and licks his lips. "See, it's really delicious. Go on, Victor will let you have a taste, won't you, Victor?"
"Oh, fuck, yeah!! Please, Miguel, please give my cock a nice lick! Oh, shit, that would be soooooo good!"
The boy is confused. His brother talked about bed games. He didn't know it meant doing stuff like this. He wants to make Antonio happy. He wants Antonio's friend to be his friend too. Maybe it isn't so bad. He bends over, closes his eyes and sticks out his tongue. He tastes something new, both sour and sweet, creamy and wet. He starts lapping at the purple helmet. Suddenly, the man groans "Aaaarrrggghh." Miguel opens his eyes and stares at the big pole throbbing in front of his face. Then without warning, his face is sprayed with a splash of sticky white goo. Shocked, he doesn't know whether to cry or run or say, "lo siento."
Antonio hugs him. "Wow, good for you, Little Brother." He's laughing. Miguel starts laughing too. "You see, you and Victor are going to have lots of fun together! Ain't that right, Victor." But the now spent old man just grunts. "I gotta be going soon, Little Brother, but I just want you to see one more thing before I go. I want you to watch me and Victor play a different game, 'cause later on he may want to play this with you and you might worry, so I want you to see it really is ok. Come on, Victor, give your old Sweetheart a fuck for old times sake."
"Uh, I can't, Antonio."
"Shit, it's all limp. You used to have more stamina, old man. Fuck, I really wanted him to see this. OK, pull up your legs, Victor. I'll fuck you instead." Victor obliges. There's nothing illegal about sex between two mutually consenting adults. "I guess you're not used to being the bottom, are you? Well, I'll be real gentle with you then. Don't grimace too much and worry the lad." Antonio whacks away on his schlong while he explains the game to his brother. "Now, watch closely, Miguel. You see Victor might have you lie like that with your legs up like that. Now I'm going to take my pene and push it in his nalga. He's going to like it a lot. It's going to feel tight, but then it will feel oh so good. You watch." Antonio points his cock at the man's hole and thrusts forward.
"Oh, my God!!" Victor yells. Antonio starts pumping, pistoning in and out. Miguel watches and listens to the gooshy noise of anal sex, punctuated by Victor's screams, "Yes! Yes! Yes! Fuck me, Antonio!"
Miguel can't believe what he is witnessing. Now it's Antonio who cries "Aaaarrrggghh." Miguel assumes that must mean his brother spouted that white stuff also. He wipes his hand across the cum hardening by his eyes. Then he bends close as his brother's cock pops out and sure enough, he was right. There's cream oozing out of the man's wide hole.
As Antonio drives off to points unknown, Arnold takes the little boy's hand. "Come on, Miguel, I just took a cake out of the oven. You can help me ice it."
"Super. Uh, Mr. Cook, could you call me Mike? All my friends do. Only my mama and hermano call me Miguel."
"Sure, Mike. And you call me Arnold."
"After we ice the cake, can I lick out the bowl, Arnold?"
"You sure can, we have to wash your face anyway." They both giggle.
.oOo.
As an author, I welcome feedback from readers. Please send any comments about this story, positive or negative, to Herb_Cat@mailcity.com. Thank you.