Butt Bangers: Chapter Seven18 minutes of an awesome read

Harry held Max’s head firmly in his palms and began hunching his hips, sending the fleshy giant in and out of Max’s throat. He did his best to hang on and Max reached down and began to slowly fist-fuck his hand, his aching balls and hard-on screaming their urgency to be relieved. “Don’t you dare shoot your wad!” Harry gasped.

They were completely unaware of the two shadowy figures peering at them from around the corner of the barn, Ben having seen the parked car and having come back to investigate. Scoey’s prick was roaring hard again and Ben’s was fast coming to life. Scoey was behind Ben and jacked off lightly as he squeezed Ben’s downward pointing shaft in his pant leg. When they saw Harry starting to throat-fuck Max and Max begin to beat off, Scoey couldn’t stand it any longer and popped Ben’s buttons and pulled his pants down. Ben’s monumental staff slapped up against his stomach with a dull thud, then resumed its forty-five degree angle to his belly, the crown reaching well up past his navel.

Scoey pulled him down in a squat with his awesome weapon pressed up against Ben’s perineum and poking into the back of his scrotum while he massaged and milked Ben’s throbbing tube, his fist held so loosely that the foreskin barely capped and uncapped the near to bursting helmet. Ben could barely repress a sensual groan and he moved his balls aside so he could finger and lightly pinch the taut crest protruding there.

Suddenly, they saw Harry stop his fucking thrusts and every muscle stood out on his body in bold relief, accentuated by the bright moonlight. They clearly heard him gasp, “Go get it, Tiger!

I’m almost—Oh, Christ! I’m cuuumming! Ungh! Ungh! Ungh!”

Max clasped Harry’s small, alabaster buttocks in his palms and pulled him as deeply into his throat as he could, his senses reeling every time a new gush threatened to cauterize his tonsils.

Harry squirmed and moaned ecstatically as he realized that this was his partner, beautiful Max Jennings, who was swallowing his copious load eagerly. He still couldn’t quite believe it! With an exhausted sigh, he held Max’s head firmly and pulled away from the reluctant mouth.

“Was I okay, Harry?” Max breathed heavily, still swallowing the gluey spunk which coated his throat.

“Just great, Max! Where did you learn to open your throat that way? It usually takes a long time to learn that trick!”

“I’ve had other guys do it to me and I just figured that that’s what you were supposed to do!

“Okay, Maxie—your turn! Let me take your pants all the way off!”

Max lifted one leg, then the other while Harry pulled the pants down and off. He said, “Now turn around and bend over—I’m going to give you a little tongue up the ass first since I know you love it!”

Max eagerly turned around and bent over, his legs spread widely and his fingers separating his twin, firm globes which gleamed dully in the moonlight.

“Oh, God, Scoey! I can’t stand much more of this!” Ben whispered to Scoey with anxiety.

“We can jack each other off—or if you want to, we can just lie down here on the ground and sixty-nine,” Scoey offered.

“I’d like to suck, but I want to watch those two guys, too! Hey! Did you get their names? Harry and Max! I’ll bet those are the two guys we’re going to photograph tomorrow!”

“Could be—Jesus! Look at the prick on that blond!” Scoey exclaimed when he saw how huge and long Max’s prick jutted out after Harry took his pants off.

“God damn, Scoey! That honker looks almost as big as yours! And look at the other guy going after it!”

“I’ll suck you while you watch,” Scoey said, “if you want me to.”

“Oh, yeah!” Ben replied, pushing his pants down around his ankles—then on second thought, he stripped them off and stood there in his boots and shirt, his legs spread widely apart.

“If you sit down, I can suck you and you can jack me off while you watch them, huh?” Scoey murmured sensually.

“Beautiful!” Ben replied softly, sitting down on the ground, using his pants to protect his gorgeous ass from the dirt.

Scoey put his head under one of Ben’s thighs after raising it and twisted his body so that Ben could reach his burning prick easily and after licking the crown and shaft to make it glisteningly wet, he sank it into his throat. “Oh, Christ, Scoey! You suck cock better than anyone!” Ben muttered huskily. “But I don’t want to come off yet—just suck slow and easy, then after they’re finished and gone, we can sixty-nine for real—but nice and slow because I’m hotter than a mink in heat!”

With colors kaleidoscoping in front of his eyes, but still able to see Harry giving Max the blow-job of all time, Ben grasped Scoey’s giant and worshipped it adoringly with his fist. Max’s shoulders and the back of his head were against the barn wall and his pelvis was thrust forward so that fl his whole body was arched like a taut bow, the eleven-inch arrow ready to speed to its mark. In this position, it was impossible for him to hunch his hips, but Harry’s bobbing head did all the work gratefully.

Harry’s hot hands were wandering all over Max’s body, leaving star bursts of thrilled nerve endings while Max’s fingers tousled and curled the heavy brown locks of Harry’s hair. His moans were continuous as Harry increased his tempo and suctioned more firmly and demandingly. “I’ve never had a blow-job like this, Harry,” Max gasped, “when I cum, get ready for quarts! My nuts feel like they’re in a wringer!”

For Ben, the sight of the moonlight-etched bodies and the impossibly sized monstrosity sinking again and again into Harry’s dripping maw was almost more than he could stand. He stopped Scoey’s bobbing head three or more times when climax was inevitable, then started the suctioning again by a slight motion of his hips. Max’s gasps were becoming louder and louder as the temperature mounted in his loins and suddenly, it was there! With a low scream, Max threw his pelvis forward even more and Ben could tell that he was having a gigantic ejaculation by the spastic jerks and the shuddering of his body.

It was everything that Ben could do to hold back, but he did, wanting Scoey again as much as ever. He wrapped both fists around Scoey’s beautiful, throbbing salami and with inches left over, jacked him firmly until he felt Scoey quiver. “You’d better turn around if you want to sixty-nine, Scoey!” Ben whispered urgently. “I’m ready to come off any second now!”

“What about the guys? What if they see us?”

“Who’s to worry about that now?” Ben questioned, pushing on Scoey to reverse his position.

Scoey scrabbled around into position and Ben sank the satiny, creamy shaft into his throat, running a finger down the crease in Scoey’s buttocks, stopping at the inflamed asshole and easing in. Scoey was still so lubricated from having been fucked by both Ben and Kerry, Ben switched around and his tool sank in with a minimum of effort and Scoey moaned helplessly as Ben’s astonishing crown passed through the already subjected anal tissues like a bull-dozer plowing through a sand dune—the wrinkles and convolutions disappearing into a smooth, silken channel.

“Do you like me to suck you better or for me to fuck you?” Ben whispered into Scoey’s ear.

“I like it better when we did what we did tonight—you know—with everybody doing everything to everybody else!”

“Make up your mind! Do you want me to fuck you or suck you?”

“Anything! I don’t care right now!” Scoey almost screamed passionately, thinking about and caring about nothing except Ben’s gigantic tube forcing itself in and out of his flaming canal.

Between gasps of ecstasy, Ben said, “If I fucked you on your back, I should be able to suck you at the same time—want to try?”

In answer, Scoey spun around with surprising agility and was on his back without losing Ben’s prick. He lifted his hips to give Ben a better angle of entry and still put his prick within the right distance to Ben’s lips. Scoey’s cock was laying on his belly, hard as a rock, but because of the weight of it, it took the path of least resistance and Ben had to pick it up to guide it to his lips. It took no effort at all. Scoey could have gotten into any position and his prick would still have been easily available.

Ben’s head bobbed down as he hunched in and soon they were in the throes of Eros, Ben fucking and sucking madly as Scoey writhed and groaned, not caring if anyone or anything heard him. Luckily, Max and Harry went around the other side of the barn after Harry had swallowed the last creamy drop of sparkling semen that Max had to offer. Max had never felt so pleased and gratified in his life and knew for sure by now what he had been missing!

Ben was so engaged in the fantastic feeling Scoey’s clutching channel had to offer that he wasn’t even quite aware when Max and Harry left. All he could concentrate on was the wild milking his prick was receiving from Scoey’s educated asshole!

This time, Scoey and Ben came together—an exchange of Ben’s scorching torrent in Scoey’s bowels and the monstrous inundation of Ben’s throat. When Ben had gasped out his last spurt, he lay on top of Scoey and ran his hands caressingly over the fabulous collection of perfectly chiseled muscles and whimpered, “Scoey—Scoey—you may not be as smart as some people, but I love you—I love you!”

“Nobody has ever said that to me!” Scoey gasped. “Why are you saying it, Ben?”

“I can’t help myself! I want you more now than I did before and it’s going to get worse!”

“I’ve got money, if that’s what you mean,” Scoey replied in awe.

“That’s got nothing to do with it, Scoey! I wish I could sleep with you every night—that’s all!”

“Why can’t you? I’ve got my house—and know you’re always welcome there.”

“I don’t mean visit, Scoey—I mean together!”

“Would you, Ben? Would you really live me?”

“I sure would like to—my folks are the only thing that’s standing in the way.”

“Even if we can’t live together, you will come back all the time, won’t you?” Scoey asked anxiously.

Ben grinned and said, “Nothing could do anything to spoil that! That old barn is really going to get a workout!”

“What do you want me to do about Kerry and Bobo?”

“We’re going to keep going on just like we are now!”

* * *

Ben walked home in a daze. He didn’t know how to separate his thoughts—whether to trust his emotions with Scoey and find himself betrayed by dull-wittedness or show Scoey how he really felt about him. Come to think of it, Scoey probably had enough money for the both of them—the Franklin family owned quite a bit of property in town and it would be easy to take control of Scoey and manage it properly. No—he shouldn’t be thinking that way—it was unchristian and selfish—but then again, someone had to take Scoey over—why not someone who really cared for him?

He walked into the house in a pensive mood and Mister Franklin peered at him from behind his bifocals and asked, “Did you have a spat tonight, son?”

“No—what do you mean, a spat?”

“With that new girl.”

“God, no!”

“Please, Benjamin—you know how your cursing upsets me!”

“Sorry, Dad—it just slipped out.”

“If you keep that up, I’ll be wondering what other bad habits you have!”

“You mean—like if I’m a virgin or not?”

“Ben! You know I’ve never asked you anything like that!”

“You’d really like to know though, wouldn’t you?”

“You’ve never talked to me like this before! What’s come over you, Ben?”

“I’m just like any other young guy, Dad—you’re supposed to give me the answers and all you do is hush-hush me!”

“What is it you want to know, son?”

“Just where sex fits into my life—or anyone’s life.”

“Every man’s—or woman’s life is made of sex—but it’s the way it’s used. For instance, the Bible teaches us that it’s meant only for procreation. If it’s used for pleasure, it’s a sin—unless it’s between two married people.”

“Doesn’t that sound sort of unfair to you, Dad?”

“It’s according to what you believe, Ben.”

“Dad—let me ask you one question…”

“Anything, son.”

“Did you jack off when you were a boy?”

Mister Talman gulped, then swallowed and said in a low, even tone, “Yes, I did, son.”

“Didn’t you enjoy it?” Ben queried openly.

“Ben—every human enjoys sex—and of many variances—but because something gives you intense pleasure, that doesn’t mean it’s right, does it?”

“What do you mean?”

“Many thousands—no, millions—of people get unholy pleasure from taking drugs—but you know and I know that anything that’s harmful to the body is wrong, isn’t it?”

“What about the purely sex angle, Dad?”

“I believe that when you get married, it’s between you, your mate and God! Does that explain it to you?”

“No! What if I don’t care about women?”

“Are you suggesting sex with another male?”

“Something like that.”

“It’s considered an abomination by the Bible!”

“But what if your true feelings are for a male instead of a female?”

“Then God help you, son! Are you trying to tell me something?”

“No—I was just trying to get an opinion of how you believed.”

“Ben—have you been having sexual relations with your boy friends?”

“Of course! Every guy I know does it, too!”

“I’ll have to admit that I went through that stage, too—but I outgrew it.”

“Dad—did you ever jack one of your boy friends off?”

Mister Talman blushed vigorously, then nodded his head. “Yes, Ben—all of them, I guess.”

“I know this is painful to you, Dad—but did you ever suck one of them or have them suck you?”

The blush turned to purple and Mister Talman replied vehemently, “Now you’re speaking of the pagan side of life, Ben!”

“That’s not what I asked you, Dad—did you ever suck some other guy or did one ever suck you?”

“You’re speaking of primarily juvenile things, Ben! How can you ask me such a question?”

“Then you did!” Ben stated flatly.

“There are always circumstances to consider, son—unclean things like that have no place in God’s plan of things.”

“You still haven’t answered my question! Have you ever sucked or been sucked?”

Mister Talman bowed his head and replied, “Yes, son—I have—both ways!”

“And you’re really ashamed of it?”

“No, Ben, I’m not! As far as I’m concerned, it was part of growing up. Then when I met your mother, everything fell into place.”

“But what if it hadn’t?”

“The Lord protects his own!”

“That’s a bit sanctimonious, don’t you think?” Ben queried acidly.

“What’s with this quiz, Ben? All of a sudden, I have the feeling that the Inquisition has returned!” Ben had been standing at the window and he turned on his dad with blazing eyes. “It’s do as I say instead of do what I do, then, isn’t it, Dad? You’ve done all these things and yet I’m not supposed to do them—is that right?”

“I don’t want you to have to go through those agonies, Ben,” Mister Talman said gently.

“But I want to go through them, Dad—don’t you understand?” Ben almost screamed at him.

Mister Talman breathed a heavy sigh, then said, “From what I’m gathering, you are having an affair with another male—is that it?”

“I’m no virgin to men, if that’s what you mean!”

Aghast, Mister Talman asked, “Where do you meet these perverts, Ben?”

“You’ve just told me that you’ve done all these things—how can you call them perverts?”

“I saw the light!”

“You and that fucking light! There was no basic reason for me to like men—unless you or Mother passed it on to me!”

Mister Talman struck Ben heavily across the cheek and after he had fallen, he stood over him straddled and hissed in hatred, “How dare you speak to your father this way? And you’d better repent your ways or you’re doomed!”

“And just because you saw the light, you’re saved, I guess, huh?” Ben retorted defiantly.

With icy calm, Mister Talman said, “Go to your room, Ben, and we’d better talk about this in the morning—and you’d better not touch your penis once until we do!”

Ben ripped his buttons open and pulled his prick out of his fly. Proudly, he waved it at his father in his fist and snarled, “Okay—so you’ve given me this big dick—and I’m going to do my fucking best to please it!”

“Oh, my God!” Mister Talman wailed. “What have I done to deserve this?”

Ben turned on his heel and went out the front door, saying, “I’m going somewhere else to sleep—I’ll see you in the morning!”

Mister Talman stood there with his mouth agape and wondering if it wasn’t all just a nightmare.

He shook his head slowly and some tears slipped from the corners of his eyes. “My poor, poor boy,” he murmured, “I hope you find yourself soon!”

Ben walked through the silent night back to Scoey’s and finally succeeded in awakening him. “Ben!” Scoey exclaimed, trying to come up from his deep sleep, “I thought you had gone home!”

Ben looked at Scoey’s fantastic nakedness, the mighty prick arching out over his massive balls and hanging several inches below them. “Can I stay here with you tonight?” he asked with his heart beating faster by the moment.

“Are you going to live with me?” Scoey asked hopefully.

“Not just yet—I just can’t sleep at home tonight.”

“Are you in some trouble, Ben?”

“Just with my dad.”

“Come in, Ben,” Scoey said, swinging the screen door open.

Ben stripped out of his clothes swiftly before Scoey’s hungry gaze and grinned as he asked, “Where’s the playroom, Scoey?”

“Playroom?” Scoey inquired bewilderedly. “Oh! You mean the bedroom!”

* * *

Kerry awoke in the middle of the night to find the covers thrown back and Bobo bent over his middle, sucking on his pulsating rod like it was going out of style. He didn’t let Bobo know he was wake for some delirious minutes, then couldn’t stand it any longer and reversed his body so that they were in sixty-nine position.

Bobo whimpered passionately when Kerry sucked him in and they attacked each other voraciously. Kerry suddenly raised his head and whispered, “Take it slow, Bobo—I want to enjoy this all night!”

Bobo immediately slowed his tempo and they started exploring all the little nuances of fellatio, sucking balls and running their tongues up and down their perineums, licking their beautiful shafts like ice cream cones and finally rimming each other. Each new trick inspired others and they soon became shuddering, quivering blobs of jelly, moaning and whimpering so loudly that Bobo had to caution Kerry that they might be heard if they didn’t control themselves.

All the sexual excitement of the day had taken its toll, but to their advantage. Their lovemaking lasted into infinity until their exhausted nuts could manage another load, but being only twelve years old, they had the resiliency of a truck tire and finally when Kerry began to shiver and Bobo felt his muscles tighten up, they knew the end was near. Along with their sucking, they now began to jack each other off furiously and within a matter of moments, they both orgasmed and the ecstatic pleasure was tinged with delicious pain. When they finally stopped spurting, their bodies were numb and sleep came instantly, leaving each other’s prick in their mouths.

When a knock on the bedroom door the next morning awakened them, they discovered their position and after some swift, violent motions, Bobo said, “We’re awake—what time is it?”