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Category:
Original - Misc › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
41
Views:
6,115
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
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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 34
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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 34
Chucky knelt down and gently took his buddy's little nail out from its soft doeskin cover. He cupped the ten-year old nuts in his hand and wrapped his mouth around the little spike which began to grow inside his mouth. Nowhere near the size of Martin's, of course, or even Ollie's, but that didn't matter. He knew he was giving his friend pleasure. He looked up and smiled at Ricky with his eyes. Ricky stood with his arms crossed like he thought an Indian should and tried not to smile back, but the joy he was feeling couldn't be suppressed. He decided to imitate Brave Danny. After all, that's what you do, you learn from your elders. "Yeah, you fuckin cocksucker, that's the way to get my fuckin feather!" he yelled. The Braves all started laughing. But Chiefs Wallace and Frank couldn't take it any longer. They'd been watching the scene develop from the sidelines and were now about to burst. They scooped Quentin and Conan off the tarpaulin and didn't even move to the periphery. They were too desperate to give up their white feathers.
Ricky of course couldn't make cum for Chucky to drink, but he certainly did orgasm. His whole body shook as spasm after spasm went out from his balls down to his toes, out to his fingers and up to his eyeballs. When they finally subsided, he pulled the white feather out of his ass and added it to Chucky's ass bouquet. "Fuck, I think you suck even better n me, Chucky."
"Thanks." Chucky sat down on the grass with Ricky, who needed more than a few moments to recover. He asked him again if Martin had fucked him last night.
"Well, he tried to," Ricky whispered. "He waited 'til Sly and Danny and Chief Jason done it and then he tried but my hole was too fuckin small. He's got a fuckin fat cock. Well, you know."
After all the excitement, five fifth graders were back threading tiny beads, four with new white feathers wiggling in their asses, three trying not to dribble cum on to their precious beadwork. Despite the interruptions, they completed their work (bracelets they would take home as gifts for their mothers) and earned two more yellow feathers each.
.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 34
Chucky knelt down and gently took his buddy's little nail out from its soft doeskin cover. He cupped the ten-year old nuts in his hand and wrapped his mouth around the little spike which began to grow inside his mouth. Nowhere near the size of Martin's, of course, or even Ollie's, but that didn't matter. He knew he was giving his friend pleasure. He looked up and smiled at Ricky with his eyes. Ricky stood with his arms crossed like he thought an Indian should and tried not to smile back, but the joy he was feeling couldn't be suppressed. He decided to imitate Brave Danny. After all, that's what you do, you learn from your elders. "Yeah, you fuckin cocksucker, that's the way to get my fuckin feather!" he yelled. The Braves all started laughing. But Chiefs Wallace and Frank couldn't take it any longer. They'd been watching the scene develop from the sidelines and were now about to burst. They scooped Quentin and Conan off the tarpaulin and didn't even move to the periphery. They were too desperate to give up their white feathers.
Ricky of course couldn't make cum for Chucky to drink, but he certainly did orgasm. His whole body shook as spasm after spasm went out from his balls down to his toes, out to his fingers and up to his eyeballs. When they finally subsided, he pulled the white feather out of his ass and added it to Chucky's ass bouquet. "Fuck, I think you suck even better n me, Chucky."
"Thanks." Chucky sat down on the grass with Ricky, who needed more than a few moments to recover. He asked him again if Martin had fucked him last night.
"Well, he tried to," Ricky whispered. "He waited 'til Sly and Danny and Chief Jason done it and then he tried but my hole was too fuckin small. He's got a fuckin fat cock. Well, you know."
After all the excitement, five fifth graders were back threading tiny beads, four with new white feathers wiggling in their asses, three trying not to dribble cum on to their precious beadwork. Despite the interruptions, they completed their work (bracelets they would take home as gifts for their mothers) and earned two more yellow feathers each.
.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.