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The boy was a slut. Just about anything with a dick in their small community knew it. When his daddy got a load-on at the shabby local tavern he bragged about his boy with the best pussy in town. Those who weren’t already doing Bobby were curious enough to want to find out. They’d all seen him around the mostly blue-collar ‘burg at one time or another. He was a cute, friendly, a popular eighteen-year-old at the nearby high school. Looked like a wholesome, all-American boy with short brown hair, wide expressive eyes, a pert nose and freckles sprayed across his cheeks.
Saturday nights were party time at the Tyler’s. Bud Tyler supplied the beer; Bobby supplied the pussy. All were welcome. All men, that is. Whether it be rain, snow, sleet or hail they came. Bud had long ago fixed up the basement as his “man cave.” That’s when Patsy, his wife, was still around. They’d been divorced for three years. Patsy was already remarried and lived on the west coast. She’d acceded to Bobby’s wishes and left him in the custody of his father. Patsy was barely out the door when a then-fourteen-year-old Bobby seduced his dad. It wasn’t all that hard. Bud had stumbled home from the corner tavern reeking of cigarettes and beer. In his diminished capacity he was easy prey for the boy, who sucked him off as he slouched in his favorite living room chair. Bobby was hoping Bud would remember in the morning. And, sure enough, although he had been pie-eyed, getting blown by his son wasn’t something he was likely to forget.
The Tyler basement, complete with pool table, dart board, bar, wide-screen television and king-sized mattress against a far wall, was party central on Saturday nights. The guests all knew they were welcome to enter the house on their own and make their way down to the playroom. Those who were married told their wives they were going over to Bud’s for a few brews. There were never any objections; their brides were glad to be rid of their men for a while. Most were local, although some came from out of town. Word got around.
It was still a bit early on this Saturday eve but already four of the faithful were seated before the t.v. drinking beers, munching on pretzels and watching the baseball game with Bud. Lester and Hector Coltrane were fraternal twins and life-time buddies of the host. Dennis (Denny) Falmouth was a neighbor from three doors down. And Hank Shelby lived right next door. All were sports addicts, frequently gathering at Bud’s to drink and watch whatever seasonal sporting event was on. Tonight they were also there for something more.
As it got close to the nine o’clock hour several others appeared. Chuck Wiley, a heavy-set long-distance truck driver; Fed-Ex carrier Brian Gorman; lineman Matt Parker; local Councilman Harvey Dunne; and Roberto Gonzales, who headed up a construction crew. All knew each other, if not from the neighborhood then from previous Saturday evenings at the Tyler home. Collectively, their ages ranged from twenty-eight to fifty-three. Only Bud and Hank were currently unmarried.
As it was nearing half past the hour Hank, oldest of those assembled, asked, “So where’s little Bobby?”
“Dunno. He shoulda been home a while ago,” Bud replied. Digging his cell from a back pocket he texted a quick message of inquiry to his son. It was answered in short order. “He’s with his buddy, Parker. They’re about five minutes out.”
“Better hurry the hell up, ‘cos my nuts need to get drained,” Chuck loudly bellowed over the voice of the commentator of the game. A lot of back slapping, fist bumps and cheers resulted from Chuck’s outcry. They were all in the same need.
Shortly there were footfalls thundering down the staircase and the boy of the hour appeared, accompanied by another teenager. “Hey guys,” he greeted with a cheerful smile lighting up his cute face. “This here is Parker. He wants to join in tonight if that’s alright with all of you.”
There were no objections from the adults. Parker looked as delectable as Bobby. He had straight, longish almost-black hair, chiseled cheek bones, smoldering hazel eyes and luscious lips. Parker was only a few months older than Bobby. They had been friends for many years.
“Well, let’s get this party started,” Bobby cheered, pulling off his t-shirt and kicking off his athletic shoes. Parker followed suit. Both boys had lean, fit and smooth bodies. Slapping his buddy on one arm he nodded to the mattress on an opposite side of the room, “Over here, Park.” As he moved over to the area Bobby lost both his shorts and briefs, haphazardly dropping them in his wake. Parker did the same. Completely nude the boys threw themselves down on the mattress. Lying side by side they turned faces toward each other and began heatedly kissing. Bobby’s hand reached over to take hold of Parker’s dick. Parker matched his move. Hank, Chuck, Harvey and Dennis had come over to stand around the mattress and watch them in action while they fondled the growing erections hidden under their clothing.
The teen cuties were making out lustfully, tongues visibly sliding into one another’s mouths. Their teen dicks had quickly risen to full mast. Each was stroking the other’s hard on. It was quite obvious they were the best of friends. Their audience had grown. Brothers Lester and Hector had torn themselves from the game and joined the group surrounding the super-sized mattress. Brawny trucker Chuck muttered an “aw fuck” and began hastily stripping himself of his flannel shirt, boots, sox, jeans and finally his boxers. Harvey had his button-down dress shirt peeled open and was pinching one of his man buds as he fervently watched the action. The Coltrane brothers had their hard dicks out and were stroking each other much the same as the boys were doing. The others were groping their crotches and verbally urging the boys on.
Trucker Chuck wasn’t about to settle for simply being a spectator. Climbing onto the mattress he worked his big body between the boys and lay on his back with his heavy and hairy tattooed arms stretched out to cradle their heads and his paws rested on their shoulders. Chuck was a big man in his late 30s, not large in height but huge everywhere else. He was everything a Papa Bear should be. Not exactly handsome, he looked a bit scruffy with an unshaven face and thick wiry hair flaring out of the Peterbilt cap he wore. His furry chest was broad and bore mounds of fleshy pectoral meat capped by thick purple tit nubs. Arms, not defined by musculature, were nevertheless strong, heavy and the size of any three men in the basement room. The hands were more like baseball mitts. Without being flabby his belly was big and swollen, the sign of a man who liked his meals. Legs, calves and feet were equally hefty (he wore a size eleven). Every part of his body was coated with man hair, dense in some spots and dusted in others.
Swelling with expectancy by the second, his cock was as beastly as the rest of him. It was a thick slab of uncut meat with heavy, gorged veins throbbing beneath its dark surface. The cowl didn’t so much cover the plumb-like head as nestle it like a jewel in its casing. When fully erect, as it was quickly becoming, the trucker cock was a cucumber-thick ten inches of grisly man meat surrounded by a lush, tangled bush.
Both boys went straight for Chuck’s big, bulbous tits, licking and sucking on the thimble sized nips. They flicked those hairy, firm nubs with their wet tongues, sucked them like babies to their mama’s teat and chewed on the swollen meat while running their hands through his dense chest hair. The nips had fully risen to slightly over an inch while Chuck’s cock was now at full mast.
While his buddy enjoyed his maiden voyage with the big man’s tits, Bobby shoved his face under Chuck’s ripe, hairy arm pit and indulged in his manly aroma. Like a pig at the trough he lapped and sucked at the hairy underarm while Parker feasted on the bear’s meaty pecs. Fed Ex Brian and lineman Matt, both handsome early-thirties studs, had joined the others standing around the ravenous threesome. Bud was deep in conversation with Roberto on the other side of the room about a construction job he wanted done to the rear of the house.
Town Councilman Harvey Dunne, a middle aged perv if there ever was one, stripped himself bare as he stood there with hungry eyes, smacking his gums and anxious for his turn. He had thought it would be another delightful session with Bobby. Harvey never missed a Saturday night. How fabulous was it that he would have the pleasure of not one, but two, sexy teen sluts? Dennis and Hank, neighbors, were debating over which boy was cutest. Brothers Lester and Hector were egging the teens on to do more salacious things with big Chuck. Dark and sexy Matt had his hand down the back of package carrier Brian’s jeans, squeezing his tight male ass while Brian had a hand on Matt’s crotch and was doing the same to his growing cock. The boys had the entire room of males sexed up and ready for action.
Interrupting Bud’s plans for a back yard deck Roberto suggested, in his heavily ethnic voice, “Let’s go see what’s going on.” He and Bud squeezed in between the others and were treated to the sight of two gorgeous teen boys devouring huge and hairy Chuck’s writhing body. “Ay, Dios Mio!” Roberto gushed, smacking his lips under his thick mustache. “You boy, he mucho caliente!” Bud didn’t understand a lick of Spanish, but from the way ‘Berto was groping his crotch he got the basic idea.
By now all nine adult men surrounded the point of interest in one state of undress or another. Bobby feigned disinterest in them and their highly suggestive cat calls. Over the past year some of the faces had changed, but he knew each got heated watching him in action, hopeful they would be next. Parker’s presence only added to the anticipation. He had coached his buddy earlier this evening. From the way Parker ate Chuck’s tits it appeared he was a fast learner.
Having thoroughly cleaned the man’s pit Bobby dug his hands in Parker’s silky dark hair, pulled him up from Chuck’s chest and mashed his mouth to the other boys in such a way that their comingled tongues were visible to the spectators. There was a great deal of gruff murmuring to this act from the others. Bobby instinctively knew they were well horned-up and would soon be uncontrollable. Which was precisely what he wanted.
When Bobby released his hold on Parker, the long-haired boy watched breathlessly as his friend moved down to take the hirsute man’s hefty cock in hand. Bobby swiped the leaking head with his tongue, his eyes on Parker. Chuck’s big body trembled as the rowdy teen took another taste. Bobby ran his talented tongue up one side of the throbbing cock and down the other before nesting in the trucker’s cum sac. Chuck had a set of ripe plums in that heavy, hairy sac which from past experience Bobby knew could release a tsunami of man-juice. Chuck’s big sweaty balls were too super-sized for even a slut like him to accommodate but Bobby managed to suck on them one at a time.
An astonished Parker caught Bobby’s lewd wink and, taking the other boy’s cue, took the truckie’s dick between his pink lips. While Bobby sucked on the he-man’s nuts Parker practiced all that his buddy had taught him. If anyone could teach the fine art of cocksucking it was Bobby Tyler. At eighteen, he was already a master. Parker had quickly become an accomplished apprentice in the relatively short time they had buddied up. Some adjustment was required since there was quite the difference between this huge adult dick and Bobby’s less challenging piece. But Parker was up to it. He licked all over those meaty ten inches, painting it with his frothy saliva. A single swipe across the crest afforded him a taste of Chuck’s hearty pre-cum. That was all it took to entice him to go down on it. He gobbled his way down the flexing shaft, managing to take the first seven inches, but desperately wanting it all. He barely heard the voices of the other men shouting like they were at a ball game, encouraging him onward. Park valiantly tried, but his eyes were already tearing up and his nostrils flaring as he tried to breathe. Bobby caught on to the dilemma, reached up with both hands to take Park by the back of his skull and crudely shoved him down. Parker gagged as the remaining three inches soared down his already stuffed throat.
There were hoots, hollers, cheers and the slap of “high-five’s” from the spectators as the teen ate the entire thing. Recouping, Parker began bobbing his face up and down on the full length of the trucker’s thick cock while Bobby chewed on the dude’s nuts. There wasn’t a soft cock in the room. By now every man gathered there was entirely stripped down and stroking his meat. Brian and Matt were handling each other’s dicks with their free arm over the back of each other’s shoulders. The hunky switch hitters met there a few months ago and had been lovers ever since, a fact known to the others but not to their respective brides.
While Parker deep throated Chuck’s cock Bobby handled the trucker’s nuts, lifting the heavy bag with one hand and slid his tongue into that special avenue between balls and asshole. It was funky, pungent and hairy but Bobby-boy liked it that way. His slippery tongue caused Chuck to gyrate uncontrollably. Bobby licked clear down into the man’s abundantly hairy ass trench. The tip searched and found the slimy bunghole.
“Fuck, yeah! Eat his hairy asshole!” Harvey Dunne roared. The town Councilman especially loved when Bobby tongued his shitter. Just watching the boy’s cute face in Chuck’s nasty ass was enough to get him off. Daddy Bud merely clucked his tongue, smirked and shook his head. “That’s my boy,” he muttered to Roberto, who divided his attention between the boys on the bed and the hot duo of Matt and Brian.
Parker continued his valiant attempt to take all Chuck had to offer, but it was evident he was having a difficult time keeping up. There was only so much cock a newbie could handle. That was alright with most of the others. They liked when a cocksucking teen struggled, yet failed to give up. Chuck, of course, was in glory having his junk worshipped by these eager teens.
As his tongue tapped Chuck’s sticky hole, Bobby glanced up and saw his buddy in distress. Hell, it was Park’s first time with major meat. Any meat other than his, far as Bobby knew. Figured he should show him how it was done. Reluctantly giving up the trucker’s asshole Bobby ate his way through t’aint, ball sac and up the slick rod. Park backed off, gasping for breath and wiping his dripping mouth with the back of a hand. Bobby covered the large cock head with his mouth and gobbled his way straight down to the wiry bush. There were more cheers as he showed his deep throat prowess. He stayed there a while milking the twitching cock before backing off and giving Parker another shot. Park tried to imitate him, but it was tougher going. Back and forth they went, the expert training his apprentice. Before long Parker was doing a much better job of sword swallowing.
All this teen swapping had risen Chuck’s balls to a rapid boil. His mighty chest was rapidly rising and falling, his heels were digging into the mattress, and his hands were clenching and unclenching the covering. All the bystanders recognized the familiar signs of a man about to blow his load. Both boys worked in tandem, their tongues gliding up and down opposite sides of the bulging cock and resultantly keeping it held upright. What started as a long, drawn out bellow became a roar as Chuck’s butt rose off the bed and a virtual geyser of cum burst up into the air. Bobby and Parker’s tongues worked faster. Parker, amazed by the volume of semen this stud produced, covered the head with his mouth and took enough bullets to drown a boy. Choking, he backed off and Bobby took over. He gulped and gulped, swallowing each tasty offering.
The applause was a-plenty. Chuck just lay there, his arm across his forehead, a man totally spent. Bobby wasted little time rising to his knees and going for the first cock he spied, which happened to belong to Lester Coltrane. He grasped Lester’s dangling balls, directing the medium-sized dick to his mouth and went to work on it. Taking Bobby’s cue, Parker did the same. His willing victim was Councilman Harvey Dunne. The older man had six rock hard inches but, after taking Chuck’s monster, that was perfectly fine with Parker. He was able to take the entire thing into his mouth and really go to town on it. Harvey quickly took control, grabbing him by his skull and fucking his face with quick, hard thrusts.
Bobby alternated between Lester and his brother, Hector, who stood beside him. The twins also had perfectly matched cocks. If his eyes were closed Bobby would not be able to differentiate between them. He went from one to the other, sucking them down to the root and back again. Bobby always treated the Coltrane twins extra special, since they were his dad’s lifelong buddies. They were the only ones Bud allowed to “stop by” anytime they wanted if they needed a “fix” from his son. And Bobby was always willing to comply. Cock was cock, so far as he was concerned. And he sort of liked the brothers. Heck, he’d known them all his life. Only difference is, the past few years he’d gotten to like them even better.
Harvey was pounding hell out of Parker’s face hole. The seemingly mild-mannered Councilman was really a savage pig when it came to sex. Parker had his hands on the middle-aged man’s thighs, trying to slow him down, but Dunne went on undeterred. Wanting to prolong his pleasure Harvey pulled out, turned to face away from the boy and, thrusting his ass out at him, used his hands to spread his butt cheeks. “Eat my dirty hole, little boy,” he snarled. Parker had chowed down on Bobby enough times, so he was no novice. But doing a grown man was something else, indeed. Swallowing hard, he rose to the challenge. Parker stuck out his tongue for a taste of the depraved politician’s asshole. It was gamey and bitter, but not all that unpleasant. Parker began taking long licks through the full length of the split trench, pausing every now and then to tickle the throbbing bud.
“Get your tongue in there, son,” Harvey demanded. Parker complied and easily worked his tongue into the gripping, balmy hole. Dunne began uttering all sorts of profanities as he felt the boy’s tongue wriggling about inside his ass like a squirming worm. Parker pushed in even further, probing as deep as he could go and teasing the quivering inner membranes. Harvey held his old ass open, giving Parker easy access. “Come on, boy! Fuck me with that teen tongue!!” he commanded. Parker complied, stabbing his tongue in and out of the funky rectum and swirling it around inside.
Bobby had both Coltrane cocks in his gaping mouth now. He had them by their ball sacs, milking them as if they were heifers, bringing the brothers closer and closer to their release. His tongue madly lapped at their twin cocks. He could feel their thighs quivering and detected the heavy breathing from both. He sucked even harder, taking both pulsing rods to the back of his throat. Lester began rapidly panting. With a hoarse shout he shot off in Bobby’s succulent mouth. Watching his brother through the throes of orgasm was enough to get Hector off. He, too, began shooting. Bobby was treated to a double dose of Coltrane cum.
Hank Shelby, next-door neighbor to the Tylers, had been beating his fifty-eight-year-old meat the whole while from the sidelines. Unlike most of the other guys, Hank had no bitch at home to fuck, leaving him horny most of the time. If it weren’t for Bobby he’d probably have a permanent case of blue balls. The boy had been taking care of him long before these Saturday night gatherings. Isn’t that what neighbor boys were for? Didn’t take much to get Hank off. And he was almost at the point. Soon as the Coltranes pulled their spent dicks from the teen’s mouth Hank was right up there shoving his hard meat into the boy’s face hole. Bobby wrapped his sweet tongue around the by-now very familiar dick and went to work on it. Hank had just enough of a mouth full to give Bobby something to work with.
Before Bud even knew his boy was a cocksucking whore Bobby had been sneaking next door to satisfy his hunger between Hank’s thighs. Even now, when he got all the cock he wanted, Bobby paid neighborly visits, keeping old Hank well drained. In front of the others Bobby slurped on the man’s dick as his fist went rapidly up and down its length. It was only a matter of minutes before Hank bucked and shot his wad. Bobby sucked him clear through his release, scarfing down every tasty drop.
At the same time Harvey began moaning like a wounded man. Parker had really gotten into things and was whirling his tongue around in the man’s butt at rapid speed. Still holding his ass open Harvey ground himself against the boy’s face. His legs were trembling and he was huffing madly. With a guttural cry he came, firing pellets of hot cum from his untouched prick. Parker continued to eat him through his discharge, aroused by the way Harvey’s ass contorted and gripped his tongue as he came.
Through all this the group had been joined by another. Stu Falmouth, Denny’s twenty-six-year-old auto mechanic son, had arrived, quickly stripped down and sidled in next to his father. Stuart was the spitting image of his dad. Dark-haired---although Denny’s was going to grey---and dark featured they were both manly men with thickset bodies and good looks. Denny owned the town’s only service station and Stu worked out of its garage. He was one of the three offspring of Denny and Alicia, but the one closest to his father. Only last week Stuie had celebrated his fifth wedding anniversary.
With Hank and Harvey stumbling out of the way Stu slapped his father on a tattooed arm and nodded toward the center of attraction. Denny bobbed his head in agreement and the two stepped to center stage. Bobby was quite familiar with the Falmouth men, all of them. There was also Bruce and Clint, who were equally as masculine as their father and older brother. He had done all four of them together one time when Mrs. Falmouth was away. The sons had taken turns double penetrating him along with their father. Denny Falmouth might be all of forty-eight, but he was a stud and one of Bobby’s favorites.
Denny, however, had other thoughts in mind. While he’d had Bobby a number of times, the long-haired boy was a novelty to him. With the teen on his knees Denny spun him around to face him, took hold of his beefy eight inches and shoved it into the boy’s mouth. Parker’s eyes went wide as Denny took him by the ears and began forcefully heaving into his maw. At the same time, on husky and hairy legs Stu stood before Bobby, who swallowed the mechanic down his throat in one quick lunge. Stu smiled with satisfaction. Even his bride couldn’t take the whole thing. In fact, Bobby Tyler gave better head than any of the broads he'd been with. And there were more than a few.
Denny’s still-firm ass cheeks flexed as he plowed his daddy cock down Parker’s throat, while Stu allowed Bobby to take charge of him. Bobby held on to Stu by his firm ass cheeks as he bobbed back and forth, stuffing the cock all the way down his gullet. Stu’s piece was actually a bit larger---perhaps one inch---than his father or brothers. Bobby didn’t really care. They all had hot cocks. A scene with the four of them was a cock lover’s fantasy. Bobby went down on it repeatedly, twisting his head from side to side to heighten both his and Stu’s pleasure. Stu was flicking his own nipple through its pelt of fur and interestedly looking down at the boy as Bobby worked him. Bobby gave him a real show, coming ever so slowly off the cock, inch by sensitive inch, swirling his tongue around the hard ridge of the head, dipping into the piss slit for a taste of pre-cum and then devouring the entire thing once again. The sound of Stu’s hoarse moan when the boy’s face was buried in his abundant bush was enough to tingle Bobby’s twat lips.
At Denny’s signal they switched partners. Denny took charge of Bobby. Or, was Bobby taking charge of him? One could never be certain with that boy. Placing his strong hands on the back of Bobby’s head he resumed the face-fucking he’d given Parker. Bobby was a wide open highway, capable of taking anything Denny---or any other man---had to give. Stu showed Parker no mercy, pounding fuck out of his throat in much the same manner his father had. It was more than enough to make Parker gag. Considerate Stuart used a fat thumb to wipe the tears from the corners of Parker’s eyes, yet he was not moved to ease up on him. Besides, it didn’t seem that Parker would have wanted him to.
Once again Denny motioned for rotation and Stu was back with Bobby. For several minutes they went back and forth between the boys, sampling each face-pussy. Stuie was the first to lose it. Throwing back his head, he squeezed his eyes shut, held poor Parker’s face tightly against his groin and blasted gobs of cum straight down the boy’s throat. Only seconds later Denny mimicked his actions with Bobby. Would-be Falmouth babies shot clear down into the bellies of both young cocksuckers.
Failing to give the boys a chance to recoup, Brian and Matt stepped up to the plate. They positioned the two, still on their knees, between them so the two men could see each other. Matt had Bobby; Brian, Parker. These guys, too, had nice healthy-sized cocks. In fact, everything about them was super fine. Handsome, rugged, well-bodied and well-hung. They could have stepped right out of a porn flick. Both seemed content to let the teens do the work. Bobby made hedonistic love to Matt’s cock while Parker took all Brian had to offer, which was substantial, indeed. As the boys feasted on their cocks the two looked longingly into each other’s eyes, ran their hands over each other’s chest, played with perky stubs of tit meat, and leaned in for a long, hot and sloppy tongue kiss. If their respective wives could see them now they would have to wonder why their men didn’t display similar ardor for them.
This being the most sensuous session of the evening thus far, every dick was back to full mast again. While most had never considered kissing another guy these two made it look mighty tempting. So much so that Lester and Hector engaged in an incestuous spit-swap as each, once again, stroked the other’s brotherly meat. It was a new discovery for the brothers, who had never done that sort of thing before. A whole world of possibilities had just opened for them.
Lineman Matt had a hand behind the back of Bobby’s head and was thrusting his meat through his throat while Brian was content to let Parker take charge of his cock. Bobby had serviced him multiple times, most notably when he made a package delivery in the neighborhood, but he wasn’t at all dissatisfied with this new teen. Parker was doing a commendable job of pleasuring his married meat. Besides, it allowed him more opportunity to fondle Matt’s hairy pecs and tease those pert pink man buds. Daddy Bud had a friendly arm around the back of Roberto’s shoulders and his dangling hand was doing exactly that with ‘Berto’s fat, erect nipple.
Bobby’s nose slammed against Matt’s pelvic bone each time the attractive man went deep, grinding his cock around inside the whore’s gullet. Bobby’s mouth was drenched and dripping spittle as he knelt there. He had reached around the man’s hips and had his hands on Matt’s hard buttocks, kneading and massaging them as Matt fucked his face. Parker was doing his best to impress Brian, noisily slurping on his cock and doing his damnedest to take every manly inch of the big piece. Instinct worked well in making up for any lack of experience he had. His boy tongue curled around the delicious prick as he sucked for all his worth.
And it was Brian who first became short of breath, dreamily allowing his eyelids to flutter and his tongue to roll out to moisten his lips. His masculine chest rose and fell mightily. His moans alerted manfriend Matt that he was moments away from unloading. Matt sloshed his tongue into Brian’s ear and breathed heavily against it, causing the other man to totally lose it. Brian’s cock pulsed and spurted its prize load into Parker’s gulping throat. He hadn’t even finished unloading when Matt followed suit, plastering his hairy groin against Bobby’s face and shooting wads of creamy jizz down the teen’s gullet.
Matt and Brian broke away from the rest of the crowd to sprawl out atop one another on the sofa and make out. Meanwhile, Roberto stepped away from Bud and grabbed hold of both boys. He positioned Bobby on forearms and knees on the mattress, then laid Parker atop his back with legs lifted and bent back. Smacking his lips, he stroked his ten-inch uncut dark Puerto Rican meat and got down on his knees before them. His hands roved over Parker’s spread ass first before reaching down to feel up Bobby. Spitting directly onto the bull’s eye he worked a wet finger into Parker’s boy pussy with one hand while doing the same to Bobby with the other. Not that he minded a hot blow job, but Roberto much preferred pussy. Touching, fingering, eating and fucking it.
Eyeing the pink of Parker’s hole ‘Berto moved in for a taste. His tongue rapidly flicked over the pouty lips, making them nicely lubed and ripe for penetration. With his fat lips formed around the anus he thrust out his tongue like a spear. Parker’s pussy gaped for him, allowing him to drive inside. Parker looked astonished, his mouth opened in a wide oval as he panted. ‘Berto’s trained tongue swirled around inside the cauldron of Parker’s pussy, cleaning up his soft ass walls. The boy’s puss was tight and narrow at first but was already beginning to loosen up. It would have to relax in order to handle ‘Berto’s ten fat inches.
‘Berto moved down to Bobby’s lunch box, already confident that he wouldn’t need as much priming. He’d fucked him enough times to know. But he still wanted a taste of the boy first. Didn’t take much to work Bobby’s asshole open. In fact, he just drove his tongue straight through. “Oooooh, yeah, Berto! Eat me out good!” he moaned. Bud just shook his head and grinned. His son truly was a sex pig, a trait he had obviously inherited from his daddy.
‘Berto licked, sucked and ate Bobby for a while before rising up. Wiping the back of a paw across his wet mouth he gathered Parker up in his strong arms and lifted him off Bobby, laying them side by side. Park was still on his back; Bobby maintained his knee and forearm position. Bobby looked over to watch ‘Berto mount the other boy. Parker was a bit apprehensive when he eyed the monster grown out from the big man’s groin. ‘Berto saw the cute teen’s fear, which made him all the more anxious to break him.
Using his hand to skin back his sheath ‘Berto brought his drooling dick to Parker’s pucker. He pushed, but to no avail. Parker had tensed and was keeping his back door closed. ‘Berto was a man who lived for challenges. If the boy only knew, as Bobby did, that if he surrendered it would be so much easier for him. The thick head of his monster cock strongly pressed against Parker’s pussy lips again, this time spreading his hole and pushing inside. The boy’s body tensed, his eyes shot wide open and he let out a long, strangled moan as his sphincter bore down on ‘Berto’s cock, holding it in a vice-like grip. ‘Berto fought the clench and crammed more of his weapon into the boy’s straining pussy. Oh, man! It was deliciously tight---like virgin ass--- and perfect for fucking.
‘Berto quickly set the pace of the fuck, smoothly sliding in and out of the pussy. Parker continued to moan, a stern look on his boyish face. He strained as if attempting to dispel the huge cock, but his efforts only served to make skewering him easier for the adult man. Bobby was up on one elbow beside them, jerking his dick with one hand and fingering himself with the other. He had been ridden enough by ‘Berto to know how that thick uncut meat felt. He had to hand props to Parker for taking it like a champ. Bobby sure knew how to pick his friends.
Although the big cock was stretching his guts to the limit of his endurance, Parker failed to protest. His boy dick was rock hard and leaking profusely over his taut belly. The pressure on his joy button was constant. Somehow it hurt like crazy and yet felt awesome at the same time. Up until now it had been only Bobby fucking him, but he was learning to love being fucked by a big and hard manly dick.
All too soon ‘Berto pulled out of one boy and turned to the other. Bobby was eager and ready. He laid back, spread his legs and got into fuck position. ‘Berto easily slipped his cock through the boy’s sphincter and went balls deep inside him. Bobby’s head fell back on his shoulders and his eyelids fluttered dreamily as he was filled with hot cock. ‘Berto wasted little time with this one. He immediately began pounding the boy hard, knowing full well that he could take it. His bloated, hairy ball bag slapped against the bad boy’s ass each time he charged in. On the sidelines Bud stroked his daddy meat, heated up watching his son get royally dicked.
The hung Puerto Rican spent less time on him than Bobby would have liked. Pulling free from Bobby’s gripping pussy he returned to Parker and sunk to the root in that squealing boy. The time for taking it easy on this one was long over. Ignoring his yelps he railed into him, his cock pounding nonstop through his tender insides. Parker’s head thrashed from side to side as he chewed on his lower lip while being brutally ravaged. Just when he thought he couldn’t stand it for another second ‘Berto pulled free and went back to Bobby’s cunt. Despite his discomfort, Parker realized that he truly wanted the brutal fucking to go on.
He didn’t have long to wait. ‘Berto fucked Bobby for a time, returned to plunder Parker’s pussy, then went back to Bobby, never leaving one boy hole empty for too long. He showed superb stamina, impressing the onlookers (except for Matt and Brian, who were busily engaged in a lusty ’69 on the sofa). But eventually the soft, gripping pussies won out and ‘Berto reached the end of his endurance. Shooting first into Bobby he hastily pulled out, stuffed himself into Parker and seeded him. Bobby turned his face to Parker and they engaged in a libidinous lip lock as their pussies were creamed.
Soon as ‘Berto stepped away Bud made his choice and dropped down on Parker. He’d had his son numerous times; Parker was a fresh piece of ass. Parker looked at him as if surprised that Bobby’s dad was going to fuck him. Bud guided his cock to the boy’s hole, stuffed it inside and began to fuck. His dick squelched from all the cum which had been deposited there as he thrust up into him. Not that Bud didn’t have a nice sized daddy cock, but after having taken ‘Berto Parker was able to handle him more easily. Bud thrust and parried, thoroughly enjoying this boy’s love glove. He would have to urge Bobby to bring Parker around more often. He was totally grooving on this pussy.
Bobby lay there watching his dad fuck his best friend while fingering his cummy twat. Chuck the trucker, who had first dibs earlier in the evening, was ready for seconds. He dropped his big body down over Bobby, stuck his cock in the gaping hole and proceeded to wail into him. Side by side man fucked boy.
Soon Bud was groaning, his body shaking and bathed in a sheen of sweat. With one last thrust he buried himself deep and plunged his juices into the teen. Shortly thereafter Chuck shot a flood of jism through Bobby’s grasping channel. Both men remained in place, allowing the two pussies to squeeze them dry.
Once spent Bud looked down into Parker’s glowing face and asked, “So, did you like being fucked by all these men, boy?”
“Oh, yes, Mr. Tyler,” the boy gushed. “It was awesome! Thanks for letting me join in.”
“You’re welcome back anytime,” Bud assured him, already thinking of other things he’d like to try with the neophyte. “With or without Bobby,” he added.
Bobby grinned while practically crushed beneath stocky Chuck. He knew his dad would like Parker. And he knew Parker would like his dad. There were many fun times ahead.
