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Chicken Hawk The Beginning [PT 5] [m/m teen/pedo R
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(I don't _think_ I reposted these recently did I ? If I did, apologies)
Brutal smut wherein our hero gets his first taste of "chicken".
Rape, Rape, and more rape, teenage boy(s) repeatedly rape ten-year-old
boy.
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this at home, etc.
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Todd lay on the table for a while after we fucked him; I think he
wasn't sure we weren't coming back for a second round, since my dick
had stayed hard after I pulled out of his ass dribbling me and
'Dozer's cum. I found 'Dozer in the family room where the big color
TV was, guzzling down a can of soda and chowing from a bag of
pretzels. It's still my breakfast of choice. He was wearing his
flannel shirt but he was butt-naked from the waist down and he was
absent-mindedly stroking himself, pulling on his pecker with the
paper-towel he'd used to wipe Todd's butt-funk off his groin. Todd
did finally get up from the table, I heard him trying to sneak through
the dining room to get to the stairs from the other direction.
"Hey Todd, come on in and watch some TV!" I hollered out to him. He
was somewhere between the dining room and living room, I could tell
from the silence that he'd stopped cold in his tracks.
I looked at Dozer, his cock was getting hard again, so was mine, all I
could think about was a nice long slow blow job... Todd didn't dare
defy me, he crept into where we were sitting on the couch yanking pud
and watching TV. He looked really ridiculous, bare-ass naked from the
waist down, wearing only a blue nylon ski jacket, streaks of Dozer's
dried cum decorating the back of it; I really did like the rasping
noises it made when he moved though.
"Suck me."
It's all I needed to tell him, the kid knew his job, he knelt down on
the floor in front of my spread legs and sucked my fat cock into his
mouth, using his tongue to trace the outline of the head, squeezing my
balls with one small hand, stroking and squeezing the shank of my
penis with his other hand, careful not to use any teeth, he knew I'd
smack him if he bit me.
Dozer reached out with his left foot to push at Todd's dick, and
together we spent the morning parked on the couch watching TV while
Todd knelt between one or the other of our legs sucking cock. It
really was a trip having a personal butt-boy to do whatever we wanted;
occasionally I'd get too turned on, I'd make him turn around, on his
hands and knees, face the TV, watching "Rocky and Bullwinkle" or
"Bewitched" re-runs while I pumped my dick in his skinny little ass,
but I didn't waste any cum in him, neither did 'Dozer, we were saving
it for the party with Schiffmans.
Around 11:30 we headed over their house, we stuffed Todd into his
snow-suit, I hadn't told him what we were up to, just horsing around
in the snow, it was actually kind of fun chucking snowballs, goofing
around. Well shit, I mean I *was* only thirteen, 'Doze too, Todd was
what, ten.
Schiffman's were waiting for us when we got there. They only lived a
couple blocks from Todd, they were all rich bastards in that
neighborhood, but hell I didn't mind trading Todd's ass for a little
of their luxury, besides I was really hopped up at the idea of a mini
gang-bang.
"Hey Man!" Steven I think it was. Maybe Jason, I'm not sure. One of
them had shorter hair than the other, but I could never remember which
one it was. "Hey... Finkelstein?!" Turns out they *knew* Todd, they
went to the same temple, and I guess they knew him from the
neighborhood.
"*This* little creep's your butt-boy??" The other twin asked,
laughing, like he couldn't believe it.
"Problem?" 'Dozer was chilly, stone cold, he really didn't like these
guys, frankly neither did I, I had them figured for a couple of
goddamn homos, but what the fuck, carpe diem and all that.
They both laughed, real nervous.
"Nah," one of them reassured us, "The Fink's our favorite little homo.
Right Fink? We knew you were a loser but we didn't know you were
*stupid*, too"
Turns out they'd been terrorizing him for years, bullying him, pulling
his pants down in front of the other kids, tossing his books down the
sewer, throwing his jacket up a tree, the usual kid stuff. Something
about this whiny little puke just drove guys nuts, made them want to
torment him.
"So. You got the speed?" I wasn't wasting time with chit-chat, I
wanted to party. "And the J.D.?"
We were still standing in the front hallway, Jason or Steven closed
the door behind us, we were dripping puddles it was making me kind of
nervous, making such a mess in that nice house, but they didn't seem
to notice much, or care. Weird.
"Yeah yeah, downstairs, leave your boots up here, and your coats, our
mother'll pitch a fit if you stomp slush through the house."
Dozer and me pitched our boots onto the rubber mat near the door,
added them to their collection, piled our soaked coats and stuff on
the banister. Spiff house man, these guys were even more loaded than
old Todd and his mom, upstairs, downstairs, finished basement, two-car
garage, big fucking lawn. No damn mangy dogs chained up in the front
lawn barking all night snarling at every goddamn person that walked
by, not this neighborhood, you know?
"So Fink you just gonna stand there in your coat all day?" one of
them was talking to Todd. Poor old Todd just stood there in his
socks, looking kind of wild-eyed, I don't know if he had figured out
yet he was scheduled to be the party centerpiece, but he knew the
Schiffmans intimately as local bullies and he was all weirded out
being in their house.
"C'mon Todd-deee, make yrself at home."
Dozer laughed; the twins just stood there looking stupid. I finally
had to undress the little geek, he stood there trembling, as I pulled
off his jacket, snow-pants, christ he was about as spastic as a
kindergartener. We followed the twins down to their basement, and
*man* it was a Nice Basement, geee-zus! Bright green shag carpet,
fully stocked wet-bar, refrigerator, nice couch, not ratty crap the
Goodwill wouldn't take, like my parents had in the damn *Living Room*,
there were a couple stuffed chairs, a glass coffee table. Nice.
*Really* nice, but it was *still* a basement with big cement poles in
the middle of the room, holding up the rest of the house.
Steven and Jason were behind the bar, pulling out glasses, Dozer had
parked himself on the couch; Todd was curled up in one of the chairs,
his knees drawn up to his chest, chewing on his finger, pulling at his
fly. I don't think he knew he did that when he was nervous, wanked
himself.
I was wandering around, checking stuff out. They had a pretty nice
stereo record player, big fucking console thing, I was flipping
through the albums, one of the twins told me to put on some music; I
recognized a lot of the bands, stuff my brothers listened to, but they
sure never let me touch any of their albums, they only played them
when the old man was out of the house anyway (which by then wasn't
often enough). I put on some Hendrix, as loud as it would take
without distorting, some Led Zeppelin, Cream. Man that Disraeli Gears
album still gets me off, just hearing it I almost start tripping
again. Deep Purple. The Doors, that first album was the best. 1969
was like the big '60s zit, everything finally coming to a head but not
over the top yet, not quite bust, sex drugs rock 'n roll was peaking,
it was just before Jimi od'd before Janis Joplin offed herself before
Jim Morrison croaked before Mama Cass choked... I hear that music I'm
thirteen again, I'm toasted, wasted, speeding my ass off, stoned,
drunk, I'm fucking horny as hell and I'm spending an afternoon balling
my fucking brains out... balling TODD'S fucking brains out... MAN!
[...Stacking records like that though, shit, I have to laugh now. And
people lament the death of vinyl... Pat I'd like to buy a clue...]
We started off drinking, sitting around the coffee table, kind of
nervous, I mean 'Doze and me were from the other side of the damn
tracks, and here we were in these rich kids' house doing shots of Jack
Daniels, we were all a little nervous, Schiffmans were probably scared
we'd rob them or knife them, something stupid like that, but things
chilled out as we got more drunk; thirteen, they couldn't hold their
booze like me and Doze could, we'd been skimming my old man's whiskey
for a couple years by then, buying dope from my pot-head dealer
brother when we could scrounge the "bread" together. We'd given Todd
a coke spiked with a fair portion of booze; even he was looking pretty
happy.
Schiffman's laid out the speed, four caps, "black beauties"; I miss
those days of good quality pharmaceutical speed, oh well. Mesc, I
haven't seen mescaline in years. Todd just watched, wide-eyed, as we
downed the caps, washing them down with a nice shot of J.D.
"Fuck." one of the Schiffmans was talking, kind of slurred, his
pupils were getting bigger as the speed reached the blood vessels in
his head. He looked a little weird to me too; I hadn't done any speed
before then; I don't think any of us had. I *really* liked how I was
feeling... So... Alive! Powerful.
It was some weird psychic thing, I swear it, because the four of us
just simultaneously grabbed for Todd, yanking him in all directions,
tearing at his clothes we were in like a feeding frenzy my god I'm
surprised we didn't tear him limb from limb and fuck our individual
pieces of him, we were that horny, that juiced.
And Todd himself was pretty wasted, he didn't even squeal or struggle
much; in fact he had a nice little hard-on when we laid him out on his
back on the coffee table, his head was hanging down over the side.
One of the twins was kneeling there in front of Todd's upside down
face, his jeans down around his hips, holding his boner out, rubbing
it around Todd's face; the other twin had pulled his pants completely
off and climbed onto the table, he was straddling Todd's chest,
rubbing his woodie up and down the skinny little body trapped between
his legs. He pinched and twisted at the nipples, smiling as Todd
tensed and arched his back against the pain, unwittingly rubbing
himself against the genitals of the twin straddlilng his chest, his
squeals at the periodic pain in his tender little nubs muffled by the
stiff cock sliding into his mouth and down his throat.
"Oh GOD," the twin in his mouth moaned, thrusting hard into Todd's
throat, he was really face-fucking more than getting a blow-job. I
could hear Todd's muffled gagging slurping sounds above the Jimi
Hendrix' wailing, I was getting really hard watching these guys use my
piece of tail.
"Fuck he's way better at this than you, Jas'..."
'Dozer and me looked at each other, bug-eyed, started laughing.
"Yeah 'Dother, *you* could take thome lethons from Todd,too," I lisped
at him, mocking, as I stroked myself. The twins were too into Todd's
body, maybe they were just too stupid, to tell we were mocking them.
Steven, he was the one on Todd's chest, demanded his turn in Todd's
mouth.
"Man, lemme at his mouth," He'd crawled off the table, his dick
pointing skyward. Damned freckly, freckly butts, freckly legs, the
two of them, no damn hair anywhere yet either, skinny-dicked fuckers.
"Oh man... " Jason was really into it, Todd was starting to thrash
around, he wasn't getting much air around Jason's dick, little gagging
sounds were leaking out around the dick sliding back and forth in his
mouth...
"Shit Jason, now that he sucked it hard for you, stick it up his ass."
Jason looked up at me when I said that; kind of weird, like he somehow
didn't believe he'd REALLY get a chance to bang baby butt. He pulled
out of Todd's mouth, Todd was breathing in huge gasps, he got a couple
quick healthy lungfuls anyway before Steven's cock was sliding down
his throat...
Jason grabbed the back of Todd's legs, pushed him double, rammed his
cock into Todd's ass; Todd's prick leapt to attention when Jason
speared into him; he was standing up, pounding down into Todd's
upturned butt; I had kind of figured he wouldn't last that long his
first time with his dick inside someone else's body, maybe him and his
brother had practice, but man he was really pounding ass, the table
was shaking like a sonofabitch, his thin hard dick was snaking in and
out of Todd's ass at an amazing speed, I was really afraid the whole
mess was going to collapse, break the glass, kill them all, but boy it
was a sight seeing the two of them spearing into Todd from both ends
like that, hear him gurgling and squealing over the sounds of the
music, the slapping noise of Jason's groin slamming into Todd's skinny
little ass-cheeks each time he shoved his cock down into him. It
looked like they were trying to get their dicks to meet somewhere in
the middle of Todd's digestive tract, as hard as they were thrusting
into him.
The beat of the drums man, the music, it was really primal, I could
hardly wait for my turn, but the two of them kept at him; I'd promised
them first lick, so me and 'Dozer wandered behind the bar as they
continued balling Todd. I rummaged through the fridge and the
cabinets; we found a *very* interesting stash of magazines way back in
the corner, under the sink, pictures of men fucking very young guys,
hell I was pretty sure at the time they were just boys, kids, tied up
in all kinds of positions, some of them had things stuck on their
bodies, clothes-pins, clamps, the expressions on their face, it looked
like they were in real pain, I nearly busted my pants I'd never seen
anything like it; 'Dozer was breathing *real* hard.
One of the twins was grunting really loud; me and 'Dozer stuck our
heads up over the bar in time to watch Jason drop his load in Todd's
ass, right between album changes. He grunted really loudly, watched
him slam into Todd's ass in really quick, hard bursts. Right as Jason
finished coming his brother let loose, he had Todd by the ears, Todd
was thrashing franticly, flopping around on the table like a fish out
of water, with his throat clogged by Steven's dick. Steven held onto
Todd's head, grunting, humping, letting out little moans of pleasure
as he balled Todd's face, finally slowing down and pulling out. Todd
snorted reflexively as the last couple drops of Steven's cum landed in
his nose, but he swallowed it all, even licked his lips when he was
done. Steven laughed, incredulous.
"God, what a horny little fucker, I can't believe he SWALLOWED it!"
"Todd loves drinking jizz, don't you Todd-y??"
The twins didn't know how much work it had taken to train Todd to
swallow when anyone came in his mouth, how many times I'd had to hold
his mouth shut and torture him to the breaking point before he'd gulp
my seed down. He did it instinctively now; just like Pavlov's dogs,
he had no choice.
"Born faggot," Jason agreed.
Todd started rolling onto his side to get up from the table but 'Dozer
and I were on him in a flash.
"Don't get up kid, party's just *starting*," 'Dozer grinned down at
Todd. He was at Todd's head working at his belt, pulling down his
pants to let his cock loose. I'd left the stash of magazines on the
bar, but I had a nearly full can of whipped cream with me that I'd
found in the fridge.
Todd whimpered patheticly, drunk, disoriented with his head hanging
upside down off the end of the table. Incredibly hard, too; he hadn't
gotten off during Jason's butt-banging, and he had his hands between
his legs and was pulling clumsily at his hard little cock, squeezing
his balls and pressing a finger against his butthole wet with Jason's
cum, grinding his hips and moaning lustfully as 'Dozer slowly rubbed
his pecker around his face.
Jason was turning down the stereo, I didn't mind, none of us did, the
music was great but we all wanted to hear the sounds of us fucking
Todd, hear his pathetic begging and whimpering and moaning, hear the
wet sounds of him slurping dick, hear the sound of flesh parting
flesh, hear the sounds of our own lust as we skewered him.
Dozer had his cock in his hand, his dick slowly sliding in Todd's
upturned mouth, grinding slowly, giving the kid some time to breathe,
not forcing him to deep-throat yet, he was intent on what I was up to;
his pupils were huge as marbles, glassy too, and he was smiling like a
pig in shit.
I had my pants off, I wasn't unaware of Jason and Steven staring
open-mouthed at my monster woodie; we were all too fucked-up by then
to really care about the social weirdness of being naked and hard in
front of each other, hell let the perverts stare, I was flattered; I
*was* "The Batman" after all.
I shook the can of whipped cream hard, pushed Todd's legs back toward
his chest with one forearm; he was too busy pulling his pud and
sucking 'Dozer to pay much attention to what I was doing as I began
lightly scratching the spiky plastic tip along his wrinkled little
asshole, all nice and wet with cum, still dilated, a dark inviting
hole.
He did gasp and squirm his little butt around on the coffee table when
I shoved the nozzle into him, the spiky plastic tips must've scraped
against the walls of his rectum, but as soon as it was in there and I
quit shoving he relaxed and went back to wanking off and sucking dick.
He gasped out loud, grunting like a fucking boar after a sow in heat
when I pressed the lever on that nozzle and whipped cream started
shooting up into his ass; 'Dozer and the twins started laughing,
Todd's little pecker got impossibly hard as the white goo exploded in
his rectum, filling up the lower half of his body as it shot up into
his colon.
I was getting insanely hard watching him writhe, wiggling his little
butt, his cock jerking franticly as the whipped cream filled him up,
he was humping back at the nozzle buried in his ass; I was half afraid
he was going to fart white foam at me, so I pulled the nozzle out and
leaning forward I grabbed the backs of his knees and drove my cock
into his ass.
"nnnhhh... Gh.. Gh.. Gh.. mmmffaa agh gh gh"
Todd wailed franticly around Dozer's dick; he was twisting around on
my dick, humping back at my fat cock stretching open his asshole,
trying to bury it deeper inside himself, all the while shooting sperm
up the front of his body; 'Dozer had forgotten what he was doing,
intent on what *I* was doing, he'd stopped humping, frozen by the
sight of my cock pushing wetly into Todd's butt, awed by the sight of
all that whipped cream I'd stuffed him with spurting out, displaced by
my dick.
"Onnggggh Ghaaa Ghaaaa god god god god" Todd was grunting in time with
my thrusting in his ass, moaning out loud as 'Dozer slipped his dick
from his mouth, forfeiting his turn at Todd in favor of a good show.
The twins were laughing hysterically at Todd's obvious ecstatic
reactions to being ass-fucked.
"Jesus he really *is* a horny little butt-slut!"
My god I cannot describe the sensation of my dick inside that little
kid's butthole, the soft wet feeling of whipped cream sloshing over my
cock, squirting of his ass as I rammed my dick into him, splatting
warm and wet against the beginnings of my bush. The contrast of that
soft wetness against the sensation of Todd's butt-muscle, still tight
even after all our months of abuse, grabbing at me, clutching at the
penis splitting him open, as he twisted and moaned in the aftershocks
of a powerful orgasm; it was too much.
I started humping furiously, pounding into him as white gobs of
whipped cream runny from the warmth of his ass and my churning dick
continued to fly from Todd's ass, dribbling down the back of his
curled spine, making a huge fucking mess on the table; I moved so I
was standing, curling Todd over into a ball, driving down into him
with frantic vicious thrusts; his grunts of pleasure drifting into
agonized cries of pain, he had begun wailing in time with my pounding
rhythm, his orgasm had passed and with it his pain tolerance.
I could tell it hurt like hell for him, as hard as I was fucking into
him; his whole body spasmed and went rigid each time my groin slammed
into his buttocks, my balls slapping against his curled spine, my cock
rammed as far up his ass as I could force it. His spastic writhing
sent shock-waves of pleasure through my entire body, and though a tiny
part of my brain worried I might injure him somehow, the speed said
fuck-it, and I balled ol' Todd as deep and as hard as I've ever fucked
*anything* in my entire life, I was jamming my dick down into his
upturned ass in time to the hard metal rhythm of whoever the hell was
playing over the stereo, pounding into him as hard as I could, in an
effort to escalate the intensity of his frantic gyrations. Somewhere
far away some tiny corner of my drug-and-hormone-crazed brain
registered the sounds of the twins cheering me on.
"Bang his baby ass oh man fuck him fucking ream him out oh JESUS look
at that monster fucking dick tearing his ass in fucking two holy
fucking shit!"
I couldn't tell which one of them was speaking, whether they both
were, they sounded exactly alike and all I *really* cared about was
the eight fucking inches of flesh I was grinding in and out of the
nice hot ass of the kid on the table, the boy the school had hooked me
up with in their "big brother" program. Todd. Todd fucking
Finkelstein. "Fink" the kids in his neighborhood called him. I was
lost, somewhere in that speed rush my dick seemed to have taken off on
it's own, I was barely aware of any physical sensation not existing
between the base of my balls and the tip of my prick.
It felt like fire shooting out the end of my penis when I came, I
jerked, wailed; it felt so fucking good it hurt; I thought for one
long second that my balls had actually burst, exploded. I was
red-faced and sweating like I don't *know* what, big salty drops were
flying off my face, Todd himself was covered with it, he was shrieking
bloody murder, I don't know what the hell for, he wasn't bleeding, I
hadn't ruptured him, there was nothing wrong with the little wimp,
though the back of his legs were dotted with finger-shaped bruises.
And I must have raked his chest during my frenzy; though I don't
remember doing it, there were eight bloody scratch marks running from
his collar bone to his groin; not deep, not dangerous, just surface
scratches.
I pulled out of Todd's ass with a big loud popping noise, moved around
the other side of the table to his head, knelt down, pressed my
wilting dick against his mouth as he continued crying, moaning. He
sucked me in, licked the salty cum and sweet whipped cream off my
flaccid prick, swallowed when I pulled out, just like I'd taught him.
The front of my legs were sticky with drying whipped cream, the coffee
table was covered with the stuff.
I looked over at 'Dozer who was sitting on the furthest chair, naked
from the waist down he was staring at me a crazy fucking look on his
face, he was grinning like the goddamn devil, he looked like Jack
Nicholson in "The Shining", that's the only thing I can compare his
expression to. I high-fived him, turned to look at the twins, the two
of them were perched up on the bar for a good grandstand view of it
all, they were both bare-ass naked by then, good and hard too, and
they grinned like fucking idiots, I guess the speed was barrelling
around their veins too.
"Your turn, 'Doze." Todd jerked noticeably at those words, started
begging, crying.
"noooo..." he wailed. "ple... pppleeeeease please please no no no,
I'll suck everybody good, I swear it..."
The wimp should have been *grateful* when 'Dozer rolled him over, bent
him over the edged of the table to do him doggie-style, give his neck
a rest from hanging backward over the edge, but the little ingrate
howled miserably and started sobbing when 'Dozer's dick plowed into
him, squeezing more whipped cream out as it filled his anus. Dozer
began humping, hard and fast, picking Todd's hips up on the spit of
his cock with each thrust of 'Dozer's dick into his ass sent Todd's
hairless groin slamming into the hard metal edge of the coffee table.
"Ma... ma. noooooooooo.... don' don' don't.. please.. ple... ple...
PLEASE!"
Todd ended on a piercing scream, drifted off into incoherent wailing,
music to my ears. I kicked back on the couch, exhausted, to watch my
buddy ball my "little brother", peeling off my sweat-soaked t-shirt
and flannel shirt, used the t-shirt to swab at my crotch, though Todd
had done an expert job cleaning me up, my legs were still quite
sticky. It was maybe one o-clock, his ass hadn't been plugged for
hardly more than half an hour, 45 minutes; if he was wailing then, he
was going to be in *really* bad shape three hours from then...
My cock twitched, tired but eager to rest-up and start another round.
I looked around for the bottle of J.D., somebody had rescued it from
the coffee table, it was on the other side of the table from where I
sat watching 'Dozer's butt pounding up and down on top of Todd's, his
dick flashing in and out of Todd's rectum, volumes of white goo still
squeezing out of his ass, running down the back of Todd's balls to
pool on the carpet. I was damned glad it wasn't *my* house,
Schiffmans didn't seem too worried, I supposed at the time they were
too wasted to care what would happen when their old man found out. In
retrospect, unlike my old man, perhaps nothing?
I scooted around the two humping boys, grabbed the bottle of JD. I
couldn't resist stopping to fuck with Todd, I squatted down on the
floor in front of his face, he was laying flat on the table his arms
stretched up around his head, howling and crying as 'Dozer plugged
him. I grabbed a big fistful of the long blond hair on the top of his
head, pulled his face up so we were eye to eye; his eyes were still
screwed shut but he opened his mouth wide like a baby bird expecting a
worm except that Todd was expecting a much longer and thicker piece
pink of flesh in his mouth.
I laughed out loud at him, slapped the side of his face; his head was
snapping back and forth in my hand as 'Dozer continued riding him;
Todd opened his eyes when I slapped him; he moved to support himself
on his elbows, all the while 'Dozer's dick churned happily in his ass.
Todd's face was beet red, swollen and ugly from crying.
"C'mon Toddy you know you love it, I bet your dick's hard right now."
"Noo.. nnh-noo nnhh-no NO NO NO ....NO ....NO ....NOOOO!!!"
I peered under the table and laughed my ass off, sure enough, even as
his groin slammed painfully into the edge of the table his dick was
dancing around in ecstasy. The twins sat on the bar the whole time,
cackling insanely.
"Yeah, you love taking our dicks." I laughed right in Todd's face,
stood up, stuck my dick in his mouth, he really was an expert
cock-sucker. I'd trained him well, he couldn't help it he sucked me
like a whore.
I pulled out of his mouth after a few minutes, semi-hard from his
sucking, shiny with his saliva. Still laughing at him I left him to
resume his pathetic wailing and crying, leaving 'Dozer to finish his
turn in Todd's ass I went over to where Schiffman's were sitting
watching 'Dozer fuck Todd.
"Good shit man, decent speed." They looked at each other, rocking,
looked back at me, smirked.
"Yeah, well... we have a good connection."
I handed them the bottle of whiskey I'd been slugging from, leaned
back against the bar where they were perched, smirked when they
coughed, sputtered, keeping my eye on the sight of Dozer and Todd
lurching on top of the coffee table.
"You got any other shit?" I heard they could score mesc, through the
school grapevine. I was desperate to try psychedelics, dunno why,
something in the air? It was 1969, that was the reason.
"My brothers' been telling me mesc' is the thing, not as trippy as
acid, good first trip"
They coughed again, this time not the booze, rocked nervously.
"It's kinda expensive..."
I was pulling on my dick, they'd handed the bottle back, I took a
healthy swig, swallowed thoughtfully, still eyeballing my buddy
balling Todd. 'Dozer was close to popping, he was pressing Todd
against the coffee table, clawing up and down his back in big raking
stripes, I couldn't tell from where I was if any blood was being
drawn; Todd's shrieking had increased but I couldn't tell if it was
from the nails working his back or from the increased tempo in his
ass.
"Don't have a whole lot of cash... What if we all came back next week,
day before New Year's eve, your parents work, right?"
I was stroking myself lazily, rubbing my thumb back and forth over the
ridge of my cockhead, half-hard from the short blow-job Todd had given
it and my own manipulations. Already imagining what it'd be like to
be tripping while I fucked Todd's little butt... wondering what it'd
be like if TODD was tripping...
There was a long silence, they were twins, maybe they were doing a
"mind-meld"?
"Uh. We don't know if we can score that soon, we'll call ok? Or you
could..."
The conversation cut off as we locked our attention on the two humping
figures, alerted to the possibility of some interesting action by a
change in the tone of Todd's cries, it sounded somehow more desperate,
scared.
Dozer was about to come; he'd gotten Todd into a half nelson and
pulled him nearly upright and was fucking up into his ass, the front
of Todd's legs were pressed against the edge of the coffee table, he
was hoarse from screaming but he managed to rasp out an agonized howl
each time Dozer thrust up into him, his arms flapping ineffectually,
trapped in Dozer's grip, his knees jerked up off the floor as he hung
suspended for a moment on the dick jamming up into his shit-hole.
Dozer couldn't get much penetration in this weird position, but it was
intensely arousing seeing Todd held upright and helpless with Dozer's
dick working in his ass. 'Dozer certainly was enjoying it, he came
quickly, grunting, huffing. He let go of Todd, who practically
collapsed face first onto the coffee table.
Todd was a mess, his hair was sweat-soaked, he did indeed have eight
red claw-marks down the back of his body to match the ones I'd
decorated his chest with; the back of his legs bore the purpling
remains of the finger-tipped size bruises I'd left there, they were
covered with sticky drying whipped cream and cum and whatever of his
own funk we'd fucked out of his ass. He lay limply, sobbing silently,
he had barely enough strength left to flinch when I asked Steven if he
was ready for his turn.
"Nah, I wanna let his asshole rest up, shrink back to normal size,
let's chill, do some more Jack Daniels, listen to some music."
The music was still blasting, we were into another Jimi Hendrix album,
Purple Haze was playing.
I got a towel from under the bar, soaked it in the sink, wiped the
back of Todd's body off. I pulled him to his feet; he was damned
wobbly and when I grabbed him by the shoulders to get him to the chair
he'd sat in earlier, he walked like he had a tree-trunk shoved up his
ass. I threw a towel down to catch the white mess leaking out his
anus, and he sat where I shoved him, curled up in a ball and pulling
at his little cock.
I started wiping down the coffee table, Jason I think it was, or
Steven, beats me, buck naked it was even harder to tell them apart, he
asked me what the hell I was doing.
"We got a maid, man, I'll just tell our parents we had a party and
spilled ice-cream or something, they won't care."
I looked up at them. They were still sitting on the bar. I noticed
then they had been looking through the magazine stash I'd pulled out
from under the sink.
"Man this is gross, all this whip-cream and cum and god probably shit
from his ass, how can you stand it??" I scrubbed up the carpet too,
checked under the table, sure enough, Todd had spewed another load
under there when Dozer had his dick up his ass.
Try and tell me he didn't love it.
Dozer had gotten up from the couch where he had collapsed after
pulling his dick from Todd's rump, and was standing in front of the
chair where Todd sat dutifully sucking him clean. He licked up and
down the length of Dozer's limp flaccid prick, sucked first one ball
and then the other into his mouth, 'Dozer even forced him to lick the
front of his legs clean, suck the goo from the bush sprouting around
the base of his penis.
I tossed the used towel into the sink, sat back on the couch with my
feet on the freshly cleaned table, called the twins over.
"Bring those magazines over, maybe we can get some ideas. I need
another drink, I think Todd does too, especially after he's done
licking Dozer."
We all kicked back around the coffee table, gearing up for our second
wind.
"Great fucking party you guys!" One of the twins hoisted his glass,
and we clinked. Dozer joined the rest of around the coffee table, his
dick amazingly half-hard again from Todd's ministrations even though
he'd just blown a major wad in Todd's ass. Oh to be thirteen again.
"Gimme one a them magazines," 'Dozer demanded. "I got a couple ideas I
wanna try."
===END of THIS PART (4b, maybe?)
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