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The Burlington
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THE BURLINGTON
CHAPTER 1
The day was the same as all those before, and after for most people. The
cars sped by; the merchants sold their products; and the beat cops walked
evasively by, as under the great decaying Burlington hotel, a young dark-haired
boy lay greedily sucking on his fifteenth cock. "Suck it good, babe" said a man
as he slapped his hard tool against the boy's face. "You said you loved cock,
now show us how much." And he picked up the boy's head and pulled his cum
covered lips up over his fat cock. "Suck that beauty" he said frantically
working the boy's head back and forth over his organ.
The boy's entire face and chest were so coated with the cum of the men that
had used him in the last hours that it dripped down his face and shoulders into
small, slowly cooling pools. Yet he wanted more, and sucked more greedily on
the latest dripping tool than he had the first. He didn't even know who it
belong to. All he knew was that soon this cock would send long gushes of cum
into his mouth, and that another, perhaps even bigger piece of meat would be
right behind it, ready to be serviced.
"I'm going to cum" the gang member said, more to display the eruption for
his friends than for the boy, and took his swollen cock from the boy's cum
covered lips and began gently stroking the delicate under side, over the boy's
open mouth.
The boy twisted and turned under the hand that restrained his lips from the
organ, and finally just as the first spurt flew from the long slit of the head
and splashed against his forehead, he broke free managing to wrap his greedy
lips back around the sensitive head. Then when the last of it's treasure was
drained, the boy pulled it from his mouth, and pressed it against his face
blending it's seed and juices with the those of the other men, just as he had
been instructed.
The boy had been hanging around the gang since spring, making it very clear
that if they would let him sleep there, that he'd service all of them, anytime
and anyway they wanted. It took a while for them to decide that his sucking
them off didn't diminish their manhood in each others eyes, and at first he only
got the odd splash of cum down his throat, when he could catch one of them when
they were alone. But, after most of the men had been caught getting sucked off
by him it became common to walk into the club house and see him hanging off the
end of one tool or another, as the owner casually talked to his friends. Soon
they even began passing him around like they might a beer, with one guy saying
to another, "Hay, slip him over on top of this a while will ya. " and they'd
reluctantly lift his greedy lips up off their tool and send him over to their
friend. He didn't care. He liked being passed from cock to cock. As long as a
few of them popped in his mouth ever night and he had a place to sleep, he was
happy.
After a while he became so much a part of the place that they made him a
small room out of plywood, back behind the boilers of the hotel above, and let
him move in. In fact, he'd even been incorporated into the rituals of the club.
Whenever there was a need for a show of unity or when there was an initiation,
every member of the club would deposit their cum on his face, and then finally
allow the initiate to add his as a symbol his joining their brotherhood. The
boy didn't really understand all of this. All he knew was that if there was an
initiation he was going to get a face full, and he lived for those nights.
"I'm next" said one of the members with a laugh as he noticed the boy's
empty mouth. Then after making a long show of flopping his immense meat from
leg to leg, as he swaggered over, he finally sat his harry ass down on the boy's
chest, and began slapping his long soft tool into the pools of seed on the boy's
face. "You remember this beauty, boy?" he said throwing the seed that stuck to
his cock back onto the boys face. "You remember, it's the big one with all the
juicy white stuff, you like so much. You remember it don't you boy."
The boy looked up the big man's harry chest in his face, and back at his
long thick cock, and nodded. "Yea I remember, Bill" the boy said laying the
cock in his palm, and weighing it. He wanted to tell Bill how much he liked the
way his huge balls pumped masses of hot come down his long fat cock, and into
his mouth, but he knew better than to admit liking one man over another, and
just slid the wonderful thing in like he had the rest, and began sucking.
There was something different about Bill than the rest of the men though,
and the boy often would search him out in the night, and slip up under the
covers, and suck him off. He'd cuddle up into his massive soft balls, and
gently suck his meat as he rubbed his huge harry chest. Bill always seemed to
appreciate the boy, and would roll them over onto there sides, and gently fuck
his face for hours, curling the boy's soft hair in his fingers as he lovingly
pumped his face. But, no matter how gentle Bill was as he slid that mass of
meat in and out of the boy, the boy knew that inevitably the great bear of a man
was going to go wild, and thrash, and turn, and shove every inch of that
throbbing tool down his throat as he spilled gallons of cum from his fat tool.
And then, unlike the others, who would push the boy away, Bill would always
stroke his head and tell him what a good cocksucker he was. And in his own way
the boy was in love with Bill. But tonight was different, and Bill was
performing for his friends, and he was neither gentile or loving with the use of
his massive piece of flesh.
"Swallow that cock, boy" Bill said positioning his great harry bulk of fat,
and muscle on all fours over him. "I don't want to see even an inch of that
thing not down your throat" and he began relentlessly shoving all the rod down
the boy's throat with each long thrust, of his wide hair cover ass.
It took a moment to adjust to the width of Bill's thrusting tool, but
finally the boy Relaxed into Bill's rythmn, and let his arms fall weekly out to
the side, and excepted each thrust that filled him. He knew he couldn't
consume it any better than it was consuming him, so he relaxed allowing Bill his
own way.
Because tonight was initiation, he knew he'd get an especially big thick
load from Bill. He and the rest of the men hadn't let him suck them off for
days, so there loads would make a good show. None of them ever admitted this
trick, and had good excuses for not popping their load down his throat, but that
didn't make it any easier for the boy, who by now was used to getting all the
cock a young boy could want. But, the fast was over know, and the boy adjust
his head to get an extra couple of inches the new position afforded. Then
wrapped his arms around Bills harry ass, and settled in to Bills thrusting rod,
and the heavy slapping balls.
The size of the club fluctuated between 35 and 50, and he knew every organ,
and exactly how to, or not to get it to deliver up its seed. He especially knew
Billy-Bob, (as he called Bill's cock when they were alone), and as he felt the
great mass swelling in his throat, he knew Bill's great thrustings, and heavings
would start any second, and that a few seconds letter Billy-bob would begin it
ceaseless spurting of long heavy gushes of come on to his face.
"It's going to cum, guys." Bill said taking hold of the boy's head, and
driving his long meat so deep into the boy's face that his nose was bent
sideways against his face. "Swallow that thing boy", Bill said showing off for
his friends, with a few more long driving thrusts before pulling the entire
length of the wet dripping mass out of the boy's mouth, and sending a small
warning gush onto his cheek. "AHHHHHHH" He moaned trying to hold himself up in
view for his friends. Then throwing his head back and yelling he sent a long
thick spurt dribbling down the boy's cheek.
The boy knew better than to fight Bill for possesion of the rod, and
relaxed as another spurt of cum shot from the head of Bill's giant tool, and
dragged the first spurt down the side of the boy's cheek. The flow was a thin
band at first dripping, and clinging to the boy's peachfuzz face, but as spurt
upon spurt flew from the Bill's fat crown, the trickle widened into a thick
creamy river, that continually grew faster, and wider untill as much of Bill's
cum lay in a pool along side the boy's head, as had been deposited by all the
men before him.
"Please Bill, give it to me" The boy begged, as the men laughed, and made
jokes about Bill's tool, and it's abundant fluids.
"Here babe" Bill whispered to the boy, without moving his lips, as he
slipped it back in and turned a proud glowing face up to his friends. "Next. If
you dare."
"Look!" someone yelled as the boy sucked the last of Bills seed. "He's
cuming, and he ain't even touching himself. What you doing to that boy,
Bill?"
"Some of us got it and some of us don't" Bill laughed looking back and
watching as the boy's tool slowly but surely pumped it's seed out onto his
stomach and down his side. "Come see me tonight. You can wack it good while you
suck me" Bill whispered with his head turned from his friends view then
dismounting the boy, he relinquished the boys mouth to the next straining cock.
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