He looked so impossibly young that I fed him a line about never having seen a California drivers license so I could get a look at his birthdate. Eighteen years, six months and a handful of days. Even the Motor Vehicle Department couldn't take a bad photo of that angelic face. He had huge blue eyes, with long dark lashes. Thick, pale blonde hair. A full, sensitive mouth. He licked his lips a lot, kind of a nervous habit I guess, and each time the little pink tip of his tongue flicked out my cock got harder. His body looked soft and cuddly, like he was still covered with his downy feathers. He looked at me like I was the greatest thing he'd ever seen, hanging on my every word, eyes wide in adoration, asking me a thousand questions in his breathless voice.

He decided to call me Uncle Nick, although I wasn't his uncle. His parents were old college buddies that I hadn't seen or heard from in about fifteen years, until they wanted to secure free lodgings for their son as he got settled in at our old alma mater. So they sent little luscious to good old Uncle Nick, never dreaming all good old Uncle Nick wanted to do was deflower their son and heir.

I took him and showed him around the campus and the town, answered five thousand questions, and gradually noticed that the students that caught his eye on campus weren't girls. He looked right past a large titted waitress in the coffee shop, and went slack jawed over the beautiful dark eyed Hispanic kid bussing tables. Uncle Nick hid his hardon under the table and tried to get the mental image of little Barry naked and cocksucking out of his head.

After a full day, when my balls were really starting to bitch, I took a shower and changed into sweatpants, that hopefully would do something to hide my permanent hardon. I came out to find Barry going through my movie collection...the movies I kept hidden away. He grinned at me. 'Fuck flicks,' he said. 'Lots of fuck flicks. All male fuck flicks.' He turned and popped one in, and flicked on the TV. The screen was full of two hardbodied males, one pumping his cock up the other's ass. Barry came and plopped next to me on the couch and we watched the fucking. A third hardbody entered, and put his cock in the mouth of the one on his hands and knees. He sucked one cock and got his ass fucked by the other. I looked down and discovered Barry's hand rubbing his hard cock through his pants. 'Damn,' he breathed. 'I love to take two that way.'

So much for deflowering.

When Barry went face first into my lap, yanking my pants down to get to my rod, all I could do at first was stare at him. Then his greedy little mouth fastened on me. He nearly sucked my brains out, but I managed to stop him. 'Pace yourself, kid,' I said. He grinned, rolled off the couch onto the floor and stripped. He stroked his cock while I watched, telling me how much he loved cumming, and how much he loved fucking and sucking, how much he wanted to 'do' me and anybody else I'd want him to 'do.' I wouldn't have missed the expression on my friend Carl's face for anything, so I called him and got him to drop everything and come over. He walked in, looked at me, then looked down at the masturbating angel on the floor. Barry shot his second load of cum into the air and sighed happily.

'What is it?' Carl said. 'Where did you get it? Do you know how much time we'll do?' I mouthed the word 'eighteen' at him. It took a minute or two for him to believe me, because the sweet young thing on the floor looked fifteen, tops. I put a hand on the front of Carl's pants and grabbed his pole. 'Little Barry wants two,' I said. 'Little Barry likes to have both ends done at once.' Little Barry writhed and purred on the floor, beginning to stroke his cock back to hardness. Carl dropped to his knees and took Barry's cock in his mouth and sucked him off rapidly. Carl swallowed Barry's cum, and rolled his eyes at me. 'Sweet,' he muttered. 'Oh, that is sweet.' Uncle Nick went right to his knees and sucked in the soft cock. Barry giggled at me, fighting it, but he was rapidly hard again, then writhing, then giving me a full load of his sweet cream. Carl was right. The sweet boy spurted ambrosia out his lovely cock.

I pulled Barry into my lap and sucked on his eager tongue as we watched Carl undress. Carl doesn't have a spare ounce on his entire body. He works out, and has muscles in places where most guys don't even have places. He also has the biggest cock I personally have ever seen. Long, thick and the most silky rosy red. His balls are tight. His pubic hair is thick and curly. The whole package has to be seen to be believed. I could tell Barry was seeing, but from his wide-eyed gaze, he wasn't believing. I put a palm over his mouth and an arm around his chest. 'You want?' I said, loud enough for Carl to hear, too. Barry nodded furiously. I grinned at Carl. The huge cock was hard and sticking out like a pole. 'Tell Uncle Nick you want to suck Uncle Carl off and swallow all his cum,' I said. 'Beg me and I might let you.'

Barry begged like he had invented submission. He would do anything to anyone for the privilege of having his Uncle Carl cum in his mouth. I pinched his nipples to make him beg louder and harder, part to torment the little angel himself, and part because I was curious to see how much Carl could take. When Carl threatened my life, I let sweet Barry go. He shot across the room on his hands and knees like a happy puppy, grabbed the bone with both hands and took it deep in his mouth. Carl stood with his feet spread, his strong hands on Barry's pale blonde hair. I took off my clothes slowly, wondering if I was going to warn Barry or let him discover another thing Carl has more of than other men. I decided what the fuck, let him make that happy discovery the same way I had, and went to the bar and made a couple of drinks, and got Barry a cola. He was going to need a beverage.

Barry sucked Uncle Carl until he came. Carl went rigid, his teeth clenched, making that growling noise he makes. I watched Barry's face. He started to swallow the flood that entered his mouth...and swallowed....and swallowed. His eyes flew open with wonder as Carl continued to pump hot cum into his mouth. Barry swallowed desperately, but damned if he didn't get all of it. He fell back on his ass and wiped his mouth. 'Damn,' he said with reverence. 'That was a hell of a lot of cum.' I gave him his chaser and watched, amused, as he gulped it. I patted him on the top of the head. 'Sweet boy,' I murmured.

The sweet boy decided that life would continue only if he was allowed to suck off his Uncle Nick. I sat on the couch, knees spread, stroking his hair as he sucked me. He seemed to instinctively know just how I liked it done, and proceeded with slow tenderness to let my arousal build. I lay back with my eyes closed, and felt Carl's strong fingers gently pinching my nipples. I got a lump in my throat, and as I swallowed it I felt Carl's thick, strong tongue enter my mouth. He flicked it around and I sucked it. His fingers urged my nipples to become erect and sweet Barry lovingly slid his tongue over my cock. I laid back and let it happen...and when it happened, it was big. Very big. My back arched and Carl held me down as Barry sucked the cum out of my cock faster than I could ejaculate. I started convulsing helplessly.

The three of us cuddled on the couch watching fuck flicks. Barry sat between us happily as Carl and I took turns jacking him off. The kid had amazing stamina and recuperative powers. He watched the screen, completely absorbed in the mass fucking, his cock shooting cum all over his chest. What made him lose it, oddly, was when Carl and I both leaned forward and stuck a tongue in each ear. He closed his eyes and groaned loudly. 'You like that, little boytoy?' Carl whispered. Barry nodded. 'Both,' he whispered. 'When you both touch me at once, I can't handle it. It drives me nuts.' Carl and I looked at each other. We'd finally cracked the code on the little angel. We'd drain him yet....

We laid him out on the bed and tied his wrists to the headboard. He looked at us happily, expectantly. He loved being tied up, as he explained repeatedly. We tied his ankles to the footboard. Then Carl and I started at his smooth forehead and licked and nibbled our way down his entire body. He was shaking by the time we sucked his toes. His cock was swollen and purple and looked like it would explode if touched. So...we didn't touch it. We tormented him and made him beg. He begged to be sucked, he begged to be fucked, he begged for anything to make the ache stop. Carl and I grinned at each other with the trussed up little wet dream writhing between us. Finally, when desperation had cracked his voice, Carl and I took our cockheads and stroked them up and down his throbbing rod. He raised his head and watched, openmouthed, then screamed, his back arching, his cum shooting straight up in long, powerful pulses. He didn't bounce back from this cum quite so quickly, we were pleased to notice. We untied him, put him on his hands and knees, and started in on his ass.

We talked about him like he was a thing for our amusement, discussing the fine points of his ass. And his tight, smooth tasty ass had many, many fine points. Carl and I each took a cheek and sucked and bit until we had marked him as our little toy. Then we took turns tonguing his ass, caressing his balls and biting his thighs. We flipped him over and each took one of his balls in our mouths, our lips pressing together. Then it was back to his hands and knees.

I wanted Carl's huge shaft up Barry's hot little ass, and so did Barry. I sat with my back against the headboard and my legs spread, and the angel started in the slow, luxurious sucking I loved so much. Carl knelt behind Barry's upthrust ass, and started to work him open with a lubricated finger. Barry moaned his pleasure against my cockhead and my entire body tingled. He looked so pure and innocent, even with my rosy shaft in his mouth. Even knowing he was trembling in anticipation of Carl's huge rod impaling his ass.

When Carl slid into him, Barry's eyes flew open. 'Shit,' he gasped. 'It's fucking huge. It's the biggest damned cock I've ever taken.' I brushed the hair from his forehead. 'Take it deep, sweet boy,' I murmured. Barry's long lashes fluttered closed and he resumed sucking me gently. Carl pumped his ass with long, deep strokes, his strong hands holding Barry's hips still. I watched Carl get completely taken away by the pleasure, his eyes closed, his head thrown back, his breath coming in shallow gasps. Barry started to gasp, and I moved my hand to catch his cum as it pumped out of him. I rubbed it all over his back as Carl watched, then licked my palm clean. I drove two fists down into the mattress to help ride out the huge climax that ripped through me. I couldn't believe how much cum I sent into that sweet mouth.

I slid under him and let him lay on me as Carl kept fucking his ass. He kissed me and sucked my tongue, and I realized his cock had never gone soft after his last orgasm. He was building up again without missing a beat. I reached and pulled his cheeks apart as Carl pumped harder and harder. 'Remember, little angel?' I whispered. 'Remember how much he cums? All that's gonna flood your sweet ass. An ocean of cum, flooding you, pouring out of you down onto me. Take it deep, dear Barry. Take it deep.'

I tilted Barry's chin up and watched his face as another, the strongest, most brutal orgasm I think the boy had ever had, smashed into him. He was completely without sound, and his eyes rolled back into his head as he collapsed on my chest. Carl gave a final grunt, then filled that tight ass to overflowing. I felt it drip down on me and it was ecstasy.

Barry has about a thousand 'me and two older men fantasies' and I'm proud to say that Carl and I are doing our very best to make each and every one of them come true.

 

Morgan Grayson

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