Bobo and Ben stood there with their mouths open as Scoey’s prick sank into his mouth and partially down his throat. Even Kerry wanted to applaud as Scoey grasped the backs of his thighs and began the familiar pulling and releasing, Scoey giving little moans of ecstatic pleasure as his nuts sent up their frantic message of imminent explosion.
“Go on, Ben—I’ll try it if you will—I know Kerry can already do it!” Bobo urged.
Both Ben and Bobo arranged themselves beside Scoey and after they were in position, Kerry pushed down on the backs of their thighs so that they could at least get their crowns into their mouths. Both of them found that they could do it and Kerry left them to their newly found pleasure and watched the three sucking on themselves while fingering and pumping his half hard prick back into its usually steely self.
Suddenly, he wanted to feel what fucking a guy was like so he reached over to the table for the dish of butter and slowly greased himself until his prick and nuts were slippery and hot. He had decided on Scoey because he knew the other two were virgins—and being an asshole virgin himself, he wasn’t about to break anyone new into being fucked.
He walked over to where Scoey could see him and asked, “Can I fuck you while you’re doing that, Scoey?”
Scoey nodded his welcome, not wanting to break his rhythm. Kerry straddled the backs of Scoey’s thighs and placed his gigantic crown against the moist, well lubricated orifice and to his amazement, the already relaxed asshole swallowed his huge scarlet crown in with ease, Kerry sinking all the way into his balls with his first attempt. Scoey’s eyes were closed and his gargantuan prick stuffed his oral cavity time after time, but Kerry could tell that Scoey was in heaven. Knowing that, he began fucking down into Scoey’s hot, willing channel, Kerry regulating his thrusts to coincide with Scoey’s movements.
As Scoey released his thighs, Kerry plunged down and inward, pulling out again when Scoey forced his cock back into his mouth.
Both Ben and Bobo were too breathless to continue and they let their legs drop, then watched in wonder as they witnessed the fantastic position that Kerry and Scoey were in.
“Bobo!” Kerry gasped. “Come over here in front of me so I can suck you off at the same time! We haven’t made it together once yet!”
Bobo hurried over to him and found that Kerry couldn’t bend over far enough to suck him in so he grabbed the table after putting the lamp on a smooth stretch of blanket and placed it in front of Kerry, then stood up on it and Kerry could reach him easily. Bobo felt like closing his eyes and let the delicious lightning shoot through him, but the sight of Kerry’s ovalled lips sucking him so beautifully wouldn’t release his gaze.
There was a low rafter right over where Bobo was standing and Ben got a fantastic idea—he could hang from the rafter and his mid-section would be right at Bobo’s mouth! Why not? Bobo knew what he was doing immediately and made the small adjustments necessary to be in line with Ben’s angry-appearing prick which was literally aching to be sucked!
Bobo wrapped his arms around Ben’s hips and as Ben hung there by his hands, Bobo’s head bobbed and he sucked in rhythm to Kerry’s back and forward suctioning. Kerry could hear some “Ungh, ungh, unghs!” issuing from Scoey’s throat and knew that he was ready. He fucked and sucked wildly so that they could all come at the same time, but Scoey came first, his asshole clenching around Kerry’s marble-hard cock like a vise as he spewed his torrent into his own mouth. Bobo, feeling the tempo increase, matched his hunching and sucking so that he, Kerry and Ben did cum together!
Kerry used the water and the washrag to clean himself up and said, “Wow! That’s too much! How was I, Scoey? Anywhere close to Ben’s performance?”
“It was different, but you were good, too! Maybe I was concentrating on what I was doing too hard!”
“You finally got my load, Kerry—but I still haven’t gotten yours!” Bobo said pettishly. “I don’t know if I can whip up another tonight, Bobo—here—let’s look at these magazines for a while—maybe they’ll do it.”
They toyed and played around with each other getting familiar with their respective bodies, but everyone was too exhausted to build up another load. “It’s getting pretty late, Bobo and Kerry, and we don’t want your folks grounding you, do we?” Ben asked.
“I’m sure I won’t be grounded, But Bobo might,” Kerry said matter-of-factly, “and we wouldn’t want our folks to keep us apart now, would we, Bobo?”
“I guess not! Okay—I’ve really had enough for one night, but you owe me one, Kerry—tomorrow, huh?”
“Sure! We can take another shower at lunch time at school.”
“Why not after school?”
“You’ve got a date with those two studs—remember? And we’d better tell Ben about those two guys—describe them to us so that we don’t get caught!”
“What are you talking about?”
“Bobo almost got arrested at the hole today by two Vice Squad officers, but they let him go after he sucked both of them off! Did you get their names, Bobo?”
“Yeah—let me see—one was named Max a big blond and the other one was Harry—dark hair and big, too—and both hung to their knees!”
“How old?” Ben asked. “In their twenties.”
“How do they work it?”
“One of them sits at the hole and they leave the next booth open for some unsuspecting cock-sucker. Then when the sex starts, the other one goes into the third booth and waits until the first one has his blow-job, then arrests the poor guy in the middle. It’s really unfair because they both dig it so much!”
“Let’s see—how do we get around them? I certainly don’t want to give that hole up!”
“Well—at least this barn is safe—especially when the ladder’s pulled up. I guess you just have to be careful about who goes into the third booth. It won’t help to just sit there until they do something—they show hard-ons immediately! From what I hear, that’s called entrapment.”
“But when there’s two of them you don’t stand a ghost of a chance against their word. All they have to say is that you propositioned them.”
Ben asked, “And you’re supposed to meet them tomorrow, Bobo? In the same place?”
“Yeah!”
“Wish we could do something about it—take pictures of them or something—you know—like blackmail!”
“Didn’t you say that one of them sucked you off, Bobo?” Kerry inquired.
“Yeah—Harry did—and Max watched us and jacked off!”
“Hey, guys!” Kerry exclaimed, “I’ve got an idea! Why doesn’t Bobo invite them to come up here to the loft and the three of us could already be up here hidden. Bobo could get them to strip and then we could start taking pictures of everything. Once we have the pictures, we can approach them and get immunity for all of us or else!”
“God! That’s a great idea! Would you go for it, Bobo?”
“I’ll have to admit I’d get a bang out of seeing them bare-assed! And you guys wouldn’t let on that you were here, huh?”
“Not unless we have to. How about it, Scoey? Will you go along with us? You wouldn’t like to see us in jail just for doing what we just did, would you?” Ben asked.
“I’ll do anything I can to help,” Scoey stated simply.
Good! We’ll have to construct some kind of a blind that we can take pictures through and not be seen. Think you can pull it off tomorrow afternoon, Bobo?”
“I’ll sure try—but what if they won’t come with me?”
“I’m sure you can make them hot enough—after all, you got away from them this afternoon with two of their loads and one of yours—right?”
“It really sounds groovy—I’ll do my best!”
“Okay, boys—you go home and I’ll help Scoey fix something here in the barn—and we’ll meet at school tomorrow. We don’t have to worry about anyone catching us, do we, Scoey?”
“Naw—since Ma died last winter, nobody even bothers me.”
“Okay, kids—off you go!”
Ben had another reason for wanting to be alone with Scoey—they hadn’t sucked each other off yet—and Ben was hot to get into a real sixty-nine with him with no one else bothering them.
As they walked toward home, Bobo asked. “Why don’t you come home and stay with me tonight? Your dad will let you, won’t he?”
“I can just call him from your place—Mom’s gone to her sister’s and he wouldn’t dare say ‘no’ to me!”
“Groovy! You’ll get a hard-on sometime during the night and then we can really make it!”
Kerry grinned and they walked faster towards Bobo’s.
* * *
Max Jennings and Harry Megan were still on duty until ten o’clock that night and after they left the head in the park, they cruised around for a bit, then decided to stop for some pie and coffee. As they sat in the booth across from each other waiting for their order, Max suddenly felt Harry’s leg slide between his. “Not in here, Harry!” he said gruffly.
Harry didn’t remove his leg and his knee found the huge, rubbery bulge running down the inside of Max’s left pant leg. “Nobody can see, Max—and you make me so fucking hot—especially when I know now that we’re going to make it!”
Max tried to concentrate on other things to no avail and like it or not, his prick responded to Harry’s gentle nudging. “Shit! I won’t be able to get out of this seat for a week now! I’ve got a hard-on that’s only going to go down one way—and we sure in the fuck can’t do it here!”
Max’s knee found Harry’s enormous bulge also and they sat there with glazed eyes, egging each other on until a light film of perspiration glistened on Max’s brow. “You sonofabitch’ motherfucker! You did that on purpose!” he growled, trying to sound angry.
“I can’t wait—where’ll we go?” Harry murmured.
“We could go to that drive-in that has the hole between two booths and not be bothered.”
“I don’t want to stick my cock through a hole at you—I want us to be naked!”
“And where are we going to be able to do that?”
“I don’t know—but it can’t be at either one of our houses—our wives might catch us!”
“Now I know why I’m sorry I married Jill—we’re a couple of fruits, Harry—do you know that?”
“Sure I do—I’ve known about myself for several years. As a matter of fact, I hate our line of business!”
“But we haven’t been as rough on the boys as some others I can name!”
“Yeah—I suppose you’re right—except for old Carl Forsythe.”
“Why have you got it in for Carl so much, Harry? There must be a story there.”
“I think he’s the reason I wanted to get on the Vice Squad.”
“Ah-ha! Carl got to you first, huh?”
“Yeah,” Harry admitted, “and he made me suck him off and fucked me in the ass before he let me go!”
“Couldn’t you fight back?”
“He told me that he’d tell my folks if I didn’t do exactly what he said!”
“And later you loved what you did, but not who you did it with—is that it?”
“Fuck, muthah—you’re reading my cock-suckin’ mind!”
“How old were you?”
“Old enough to know better, but young enough to try a new kick! If he’d have treated me right, I wouldn’t have such a hard-on for him now—and I don’t mean hard-on the nice way!”
“But you really enjoyed it, huh?”
“I sure did! And that’s the reason I married Maggie—I was afraid I dug cock too much and I certainly didn’t want to be a queer!”
“But you went ahead and did it, right?”
“Couldn’t keep away from it! And afterward, I’d feel so dirty, I’d go out and roll the next fairy I just out of spite!”
“I remember when you came on the squad—I was in the locker room when the Chief asked you to show him your cock to see if you were the right material—and I’ll never forget how his eyes bulged out when you hauled that monstrosity out of your fly!”
Harry chuckled and said, “I was almost afraid he was going to ask me to suck him off! I had no idea how the Vice Squad worked.”
“Remember how he made you get a hard-on in front of the guys?”
“It took me a long time, too—I don’t know why—there were a couple of dreams in that room!”
“But you made it! How did you manage?”
“You’ll never guess! I kept wondering how you would look naked and that did it for me—never told you about that, did I?”
“No—there’re a lot of firsts happening today!”
“So where’ll we go?”
“We can do it the first time in the car—we can go to the outskirts and find a quiet spot.”
“Wouldn’t it be hysterical if they hauled us in?”
“We don’t have to do anything!” Max said in a tiff.
“Come on! Just the danger makes my prick jump!”
“No! We’re going to have our pie and coffee—look—here it comes now.”
After their pie and coffee, they sidled out of the door so that their giant hard-ons weren’t so obvious and got into the car and began driving to the outskirts, their hands on each other’s crotch. They were driving along Maple when their headlights outlined two young boys walking along the sidewalk.
“Those kids are too young to be out this late, Harry!” Max exclaimed. “We’d better stop them and see what the score is.”
They pulled up alongside the two handsome youngsters and Harry leaned out the window and said, “Alright, you two kids, come over here to the car.”
Bobo and Kerry slowly made their way to Harry’s window and Harry muttered, “It’s that Kelley boy again and look at the cutie he’s with!”
“Hello, Terrence,” Harry said unctuously, “what are you doing out so late?”
“Oh, we’re just on the way to my house—Kerry’s staying with me tonight.”
Harry glanced down at Kerry’s crotch and suppressed a gasp at the fantastic genitals outlined by his flashlight. “What’s your name, youngster?” he asked Kerry.
“Kerry Macon, sir.”
“Fred Macon’s boy?”
“That’s right, sir.”
“So you’re going to Terrence’s place for the night, huh?”
“Please don’t call me Terrence, sir,” Bobo interjected, “everybody calls me ‘Bobo.’”
“It’s the two guys!” Bobo breathed to Kerry.
“Alright, Bobo—what’re you going to do—have a little sex party, huh?” Harry purred insinuatingly.
“Kerry’s my best friend and has been for years!” Bobo protested. “But I’ve been thinkin’—maybe you’d like me to bring him along with me tomorrow.”
Max said, “Come around here to my side of the car, Kerry.”
Kerry walked around the hood of the car to show his peter off to its best advantage, then went up to Max. “Yes, sir, what is it?”
“I guess Bobo told you what happened today, didn’t he?”
“… Yes, sir.”
“Are you as good as he is?”
“What do you mean, sir?”
“You know what I mean—you and Bobo have been sucking each other off for a long time, haven’t you?”
“No, sir,” Kerry answered truthfully.
“That looks like quite a rod in your pants, boy! How about getting in the back seat and showing it to me?”
“Are we being arrested?”
“No! Just trying to be friendly is all.”
“Okay, then,” and he opened the back door and crawled in, Bobo getting in on the other side.
Knowing that nothing bad would come of it, Kerry mastered his first fears and unbuttoned his fly. Max held his flashlight low behind the front seat and whistled as Kerry’s cock popped out into view. He looked with lustful eyes at the creamy, uncircumcised giant and muttered, “Kerry can’t be any older than Bobo, but look at this, Harry!”
“I’m lookin’, I’m lookin’!” Harry exclaimed. “What have we got around here—a new breed of studs?”
“How big is it hard, kid?” Max asked.
“Nine—for right now,” Kerry replied smugly.
“Fuck! He’s as big as me already!” Harry said wryly.
“You do know what sucking is all about, don’t you, Kerry?” Max continued.
“… Yes, sir.”
“Harry—you get in the back with Bobo—and Kerry—you come up here with me!” Max said hoarsely.
They followed instructions, Kerry not even putting his cock in his pants as he got out and walked around the hood of the car again, his dangling hose making Max choke up passionately. He slid into the front seat and Max took his hand and put it on his straining prick, aching in its downward pointing position, constrained by the material in his tight pants.
“Take it out for me, Kerry,” Max whispered seductively and reached for Kerry’s cock which was beginning to answer the call to arms—or to mouth!
Kerry unzipped Max’s pants and reached inside the fly, his fingers wrapping around the marble-like base and tugged, but it did no good. The monster was trapped in the merciless material and Max muttered, “God damn it! I’ll have to pull ‘em down!”
He pushed his pants to mid-thigh and all eleven inches sprang up like a coiled steel spring and thudded against his stomach. The sight of another glorious one eyed trouser snake like this one wreaked the desired effect on Kerry and he bent over to lick the crystal tear trembling on the slit of the perfectly formed crown. Max squeezed Kerry’s now throbbing beauty and moaned as Kerry’s tongue did delicious things to the myriads of nerve endings in his huge, taut flesh.
Harry had Bobo’s pants completely off in the back seat and Bobo’s right leg was up on the back of the seat and Harry was between his thighs, already bobbing his head up and down. “I wish we could sixty-nine!” Kerry heard Bobo whisper breathlessly.
Harry raised up for a moment and said, “Let’s suck these kids off and then go do our own thing—we’ll get ‘em again tomorrow!”
There was no one whom Max would rather practice on than Kerry so he agreed—then maybe he’d know just what to do to make Harry happy. He gently pulled Kerry’s head away and said, “I get you tonight, kid—you can have me tomorrow!”
He pushed Kerry’s pants down below his knees and wrapped his right fist around the astonishingly girthed base of Kerry’s gorgeous tube and used his left to work the snug foreskin back and forth over the moist, glistening helmet. At that moment, Kerry felt as if he hadn’t cum once that day and he was really ready to go—his balls furiously manufacturing another gigantic load. His sperm factory, being brand new, had no difficulty and replenished the much drained nuts easily.
Max gingerly touched his tongue to the glossy crown and was rewarded with a pleasant taste—alien, but definitely not bad—as a matter of fact, a smell so sexy, his own prick pulsated in response to the aromatic little boy odor of fresh perspiration and the only way he could express it—the smell of cock! That heavenly male essence that was just making its aroma known to him.
While jacking off, at times, he had smelled his fingers, especially after he had spit on his prick to lubricate the foreskin and it was that same odor which can’t be described.
To himself, he thought, “This is it, Max—it’s now or never!” and he sank the mighty crest into his mouth until the tip touched the arch of his throat. He almost gagged, but pulled back and did it again. He rolled his body around so that Kerry could grasp his prick and began bobbing his head up and down as the excruciating pleasure of Kerry’s educated fist worked its magic.
