Spoiler alert: HALLOWEEN COSTUMES! Sure enough, there was a clever little zipper for when Spidey boy needed to do a drain. I zipped it down (up, actually) and his dicklet rushed out to meet me. I slurped it up and made it feel right at home. Colt cooed while we sucked each other.
Colt sang a little song of moans and whimpers as he found Kade’s tip and kissed it several times with his knot. He moaned as his hole blossomed open and he slid down the meat stick covered in his own spit.
Josh, sitting in straddle splits at Kade’s head, scooched forward a bit and worked the end of his dick into the kid’s nursing mouth. “Daddy’s home again, Kade! Time to eat!”
PG-13? Rated R? Should any non-political thing be restricted these days? Persons younger than I know How the World Turns (not the TV soap-thing), so they can’t be harmed by exposure to the joys of good, clean fun (with characters and situations) in stories as pure as the driven snow. OK, there will be a few clichés here and there. Get a grip. Be fearless. Plunge ahead.
“Oh you so like it when daddy works your body with his man hands, don’t you Kade? You fucking need me to take charge of your punk junk and pussy and make you feel things you’ve never felt before, don’t you baby? Daddy’s going to fuck you over good baby, and you’re going to fucking beg for more!”
“Coach! Get him on his knees and put his chest up on the bed. You’d better throw him another fuck. It’s his birthday, right? I’ll get under and lick your balls while you do. If the kid gets hard again, I’ll drain him again. What do you say?”
Clyde moved one big mitt to his belt buckle, then pinched the slide on his zipper and slowly pulled it down. His Celtic cudgel fell out in the open air, oriented on Josh’s mouth and lengthened like a tethered missile, straining to get to its target.
“Fuck Colt! I can feel that dick sticking right down your throat. I can feel you work that meat with your throat muscles. What in the fuck would our preacher dad say if he saw my sweet little bro with a big juicy dick in his mouth? You are so fucking loving it, Colt!
“Colt! I’m now going to tense my thighs and shoot all the cocksnot I have in my balls out my fucking dick and into your little bad boy mouth. You are going to going to suck it all out of me and swallow it right down into your little bad boy gut. Then, because you’ve been so fucking bad, I’ll take a quick break while you jerk your juice onto my cock and then I’m going to I stuff it up your pussy.
Characters whom you can name, whose ages you can imagine, discover each other in circumstances for your imagination - and engage in intimacies of progressive, if tersely evoked joy.
“You’ve been such a bad boy, Colt. Bad boys are the ones who suck dick, aren’t they Colt?’ Smack!’ Bad boys jerk off wondering what their big brother’s dick tastes like, don’t they? ‘Smack!’ Bad boys eat their own fucking spooge, pretending it’s their big brother’s don’t they, Colt? Bad boys need to get their little butts paddled ‘til they’re hot and hurting, don’t they?”
“Oh yeah! What I managed to suck out of your father’s dick could have given you about two or three billion brothers and sisters. His cum was like dope. Couldn’t get enough of the stuff.”
I was focusing on Lance’s balls hitting my chin while I sucked him and reviewed recent events. Clyde’s elephant dick in my butt was proving another distraction, as was Josh’s energetic mouth on my cock.
Ever wondered how a tomcat and a butterfly do a courtship dance together? Don’t take it too serious. It’s just an unpretentious, playful, funny story. Even “serious” authors need some mental time off, don’t they?…smile
"Now make sure you’re getting your guy’s dick wet and slick because I’m going to have him stick it up your hole in about a minute!” Officer Friendly pulled out his finger and squeezed my balls while he slapped my cheeks.
“Gobble up my baby crud, Skip!! Hell FFFFFUUucucccckckinnnn AAAAA YeeeeSSSSS!” he shouted, unleashing great gouts of fuck snot into the back of my throat. They made their merry way down to my happy stomach, a most familiar route.
As I scoured the knob with my tongue, Josh whimpered a little. He whimpered more and louder when I deep throated his stick and began bobbing on both the knob and half the shaft. I set up a counter rhythm to Clyde’s jack hammering.
“Oooohhh, yeah, Skippy! Get the meat, baby! Suck for the baby batter! Hot soft and wet is how I like your pussy mouth. Let me hear you slurp, pig boy! Work for my cum, baby…suck it all out!”
They were on him like puppies on Purina. Their happy sounds were obscene. Prodder apparently approved. His chuckling was throaty and went on for quite some time.
“Show me how you suck dick, Josh.” Dave was direct. Standing in the middle of the room, he scratched his chest and then his balls while he tossed back half his drink. Josh was already on the job. He liked to be proactive.
“Are you getting enough dick there, little buddy? Are you loving Clyde’s throbbing pole sticking up into your throat? Suck the big dick, Skip! Suck for a couple of big balls’ worth of cocksnot, little dude! Suck it, suck it, SUCK IT!
Polter experiments with boosting a twink's ego about his tiny penis. He even goes so far as to make a hung body builder jealous about his cock being too big. Then he even switches their cock sizes. Polter has a very weird sense of humor about possessing men and messing with their minds.