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MILITARY MADNESS 2
Colonel Hardwicke was a strict disciplinarian. He ran a tight ship at Lord Nelson Military Academy. But he loved his boys. In his private quarters, this evening, he has some of the boys over.
Oh, not over for tea...or punch. Actually, he has them over his table! A long table. All kneeling on pillows with their butts bared. The Colonel walks back and forth, surveying the stuck-out boy-butts. Ah, what a marvelous collection of bare bums exposed to his gaze as they rested there side-by-side--all seven of them! And always a different seven. Most of the cadets have been through this ritual. And each term the Colonel has a new batch!
"Splendid, lads, splendid! Pooch 'em right out! Never fear, the Colonel will do you right! Hmm, let's see. Perhaps I'll start with a nice pink one. Something without any hair. Ah, yes, this young lad will do quite nicely! What's your name, Cadet?"
"B-Bertie Potter. You gonna lick me bum, sir?"
"Oh, most definitely, lad. I lick all the boys' bums! The nice ones, the big ones, even the nasty ones! Nary a boy escapes me. Of course, you're all sworn to secrecy, now. It's the code. You're not to talk about it to your other chums. Half the excitement's in a lad not knowing this is what my invita- tion is about. You'll enjoy it, boys, and you certainly wouldn't want to deny your fellow cadets the excitement of surprise, now would you? And half of my surprise is you're not having any warning. That's why you have five minutes to respond to my summons. It's perfectly scandalous the way English lads neglect their bums! A clean body leads to a clean mind. Remember that always!"
"B-but sir!" called out one older boy. "If that's so, why didn't you give us more warning. We could have cleaned up right proper!"
"Ah, but there's the rub, as the bard was wont to say! I've never been burdened with a clean mind, you see. Much too inhibiting. Frightful bore. And English boys should be taken on their own terms. I'll teach you to be soldiers, but I'm not your fussy mum! Now, let me see just what terms you boys keep yourselves in!"
The younger lad flinched as the Colonel sat in his castered chair and began to caress his bottom. "Ah, lad, let me smell it first! Mmmm, quite fresh and proper. Truly a bottom your mum would be proud of. But, as I said, I'm not your mum. I would have preferred a bit more aroma. Nevertheless, I shall lick its innocence and hope a little tang hides there inside!" He licked the sweet valley, then attempted to flutter his tongue within. Unfortunately, the boy was too tense and much too tight. The Colonel was merely able to insert just the tip of his tongue up the boy's hole.
"Aw, well, you'll be back for several more terms, I trust. Between your own manipu-lations, and perhaps some assistance from a fellow cadet, you'll soon have that lovely thing blossoming right open."
He ran his chair up and back, studying the bottom holes before him. "Now, let's move up the scale. A boy, still with no hair, but perhaps a bit more scented."
"Me, sir?" a boy down the line suggested himself. "I were in the crapper jus' this mornin', please sir, but I did wipe meself good. Sorry."
"Well, we'll check you out. Stick my nose right in there! Mmmm. Mellow but exquisite, boy. Wish I'd caught you earlier before your knickers rubbed any remnants off! Perhaps I should get your knickers and smell them! Ah, but a lovely taste you have. Perhaps you won't be so fastidious next term!"
"I've one you'll like, sir!" an older boy on the end offered. "Quite gamey, I can promise you, sir!"
"Ah, Bolton, isn't it? Third term for you, I believe. Now here, lads, is a fellow who's learned the ropes. Knows how to please his Colonel. Let's get a whiff! Oooh, breathtaking! Save that for later!"
Bolton groaned, dissappointed.
"Never fear, Bolton! You've an arsehole to be savored later after the novice boys have teased me a bit. Oh, what have we here? Quite globular! And who are you, my boy?"
"Percy, sir, Percy Winterbottom!"
"Well, Percy. These massive globes would certainly keep a person warm on cold winter evenings! If one didn't smother himself, that is! Still, I'm not one to criticize your culinary habits, Percy. Let's see what you have hiding within this ton of flesh!" The Colonel took a firm grip on the huge keester and spread it open, releasing all the pungent stink that had been trapped there most of the day.
"GOD BLESS THE FUCKIN' QUEEN!" he cried out, burying his face between the huge mounds. "GOOD GAWD, LAD, DON'T YOU EVER OPEN THIS THING OUT AND LET IT BREATHE?" The other boys chuckled, listening to the Colonel lewdly sniffing at the escaping aura. "And so moist! I simply must lick it all up!"
A couple of nearby boys turned to watch the man avidly licking up and down the fat boy's huge asscrack. Squinching their noses, they cringed their disgust at each other. The Colonel didn't miss it.
"Not a delightful prospect you think, boys? On the contrary. Percy undoubtedly started out quite clean. Indeed, nary a hint of poop on his big, fleshy button. But an ass like this, I can tell you, has the unique ability to ferment during the day, until even the slightest leftover remains mix with the inevitable sweat that begins to accumulate almost immediately. Together they fairly boil within the tightly-packed crevice until the fortuitous moment when someone, like myself, has the propitious opportunity to burst open those gates and take full advantage of the hidden delights as they steam out! Ah, such ambrosia! I shall lick some more!"
The boys chuckled more, finding it delightful fun the way the Colonel was expounding on his perverse pleasures!
"And--for your edification, lads--that is why fat boys tend to fart more. Nay, it's not because they are shameless, or wish to appear repulsive. It is that simple fact of nature they cannot conceal for long. It is the constant boiling fermenta- tion taking place within this tightly-confined area. It causes little bursting explosions that can only be remedied by occasional friendly swipes of the tongue by a fellow cadet or officer. But, alas, you're all so confined to your assinine conventions about excessive blubber that you're willing to miss out on this delectable treat!
"EGAD! What's this being presented to me!" He slapped the boy's ass playfully. "How now, sir! And how old might you be? Surely this forest of massive curls must belong to a man nearing forty. Have you snuck in here in disguise, sir, merely from what you've heard of my anal predilections? Come to get a bit of a lick-up, have you?"
"N-no, sir," the boy squeaked. "I-I'm only sixteen. W-Winston Churchdale, sir!"
"Winston, hunh? Clever of your parents, no doubt. But even Sir Winston himself, I deign to imagine, never grew such an abundance as this carpet!"
"S-sorry, sir," the boy hung his head in embarrassment.
"Sorry? What for, lad? I take them all. I love them all! Each, in its own way, has particular delights awaiting. Never mind that I cannot see or even fathom the root these bushes spring from...I shall open it up presently. But for now, these thistles hold tiny dew drops. Microscopic collections of superb zestiness that pleasantly lingers on the tongue and indeed seems to actually bite into one's tastebuds! Ah, yes, a wanker's dream to be able to withstand it's corrosive tingles nigh to having one's tongue totally eaten away. And with a bit of shit hanging on the hairs--positively toxic! Let's see..."
The boys were quiet, in expectation, waiting to hear the Colonel's determination...and to see if the man's tongue fell off.
They'd all seen Winny's hairy arse in the athletic showers, and the man was taking a considerable time back there...more than he had on others. Finally, the man pulled his face from the crevice and blurted:
"AH! IT FIRES THE SENSES! DELIGHTFULLY DEWEY, MY BOY, AND THE BIT OF SHIT IS DEFINITELY THERE! GAWD, HOW MY TONGUE TINGLES AT THE TASTE!"
Several boys gasped.
"NOW, LET ME WRENCH THIS CAVERN OPEN--I MUST TASTE THE ROOT OF THESE INTENSE FLAVORS! Oh, such contrast! Blood-red and see how it quivers in excitement! You wish me to nibble on your root, lad?"
"Oh, yes sir! N-nibble it, please sir! No one's ever touched me there, sir. It's quite delightful!"
SMACK! "Intolerable, boy! What's wrong with those fellows? What with the way you lads carry on in dorms. Oh, I know about it. I know all about it. Grabbin' each other...feely touchy ...wankin' it for a pal so he wanks you in turn...talkin' each other into just taking a little lick apiece--just to see what's it's like! And not even a little goosey would they give you, hunh? Let me make it up to you, boy. I'll surely nibble and lick this fineness! But I talk too much--HERE!"
The boys watched and listened...even moving from their positions and alighting the table to observe. Winston kept his head low, his arse up. He moaned deeply, swooning at the magnificent things the man was doing as he wallowed in the heat of his bum! The boys stood around, freely feeling their peckers and each other's.
"Mmfph! Argnn! Woolfght!" The frantic man ate at the boy's fragrant arsehole. He scooted his chair closer. One of the boys held it in place so he would not slip away. After many long moments of this, the Colonel tossed his head back, gasping for breath. "BY DAMN, I'LL HAVE A TURD FROM THERE NEXT TERM!" he screamed out. The boys quickly scampered back onto the table.
"Ah, boys can't help peeking at another man's salacious- ness--even if they find it personally reprehensible. It's still desire, lads. Desire of having the same wanton freedom to do ALL that is nasty and vulgar! Boys are basically vulgar, you see. Only convention keeps you from behaving like me with one another. Hmm. Perhaps you even will once you leave me! For you'll have no orgasm here, unless by accident. I want you primed and hungry when you go back to your dorms together. Fear not what you might wish to do. I assure you, you'll find an eager partner. BUT THIS IS FOR MY PLEASURE! Let me check the next of you."
He rolled his chair to an arse he'd passed up. "Yes, yes, yes. This one I'd passed earlier. The unmistakable was hard to resist, but I tease myself unmercifully. Yes, a fine smooth bottom. What is your name, lad?"
"Carlton Fairweather, sir!"
"Yes, I believe I remember that name. And this pleasant bum seems to cause a recall in my memory. Tell me, Fairweather. Have I licked this bum before?"
"Y-yes, sir. Last term," the boy replied, agreeably.
"And did I enjoy it?"
"You called it tame and undemanding, sir."
"Well, Carlton Fairweather. Your name behooves a response. Fair weather there might be...but certainly not in the mucky pit you present to me now! Foul smells...shit lining your anus, still moist! Is this for me, Carlton Fairweather? Do you expect I would want to press my lips into this putrid concoction?"
"Y-yes, Colonel!"
"INDEED! And for what purpose might I ask, you insolent rogue?"
"TO LICK THE SHIT FROM ME ARSE, SIR! ABSOLUTELY, SIR! TO LICK THE SHIT FROM ME ARSEHOLE! KEPT IT THAT WAY MOST OF THE TERM, SIR, JUST IN CASE YOU CALLED ON ME!"
"AH, I LOVE THE LAD'S DEDICATION...LET ME LICK THAT WET SHIT UP RIGHT NOW!"
Perhaps because it was so obviously blatant this time, the boys kept silent and listened intently, feeling embarrassment and even disgust at what the man was doing. All but Bolton. For the others it was their first time and they were even more amazed that Carlton had actually allowed fresh poop to accumu- late on his anus for the express purpose of having the Colonel lick it off! And did he ever lick it!
Finally, having cleaned the dirty anus--inside and out-- the Colonel moved along the row of naked boys. He slapped each on the ass, demanding an honest response at what he'd just done.
"Bertie?"
"F-filthy, Colonel!"
"And you?" he slapped the second boy.
"Yes, filthy, sir!"
"Cadet?"
"Kinda...um, filthy sir!" Percy admitted.
"Winston?" He slapped the hairy ass he'd eaten out so well.
"Uh, well, it was rather dirty, sir! But I loved what you did to me!" he added.
"No need to ask Fairweather, I presume. That leaves you, Bolton! What are your reflections on my appetites?"
"Quite admirable, sir! You are surely a gentleman with a finely tuned sense of personal enjoyment! A man who says yes when the rest of us say never! Admirable! But perhaps I can stimulate your senses even further!"
"Further, you say? How much further can one go than to lick the fresh muck from a lad's arse?"
"Ah, Colonel sir. I've got hidden in me bum a jewel you could hardly conceive of! A specimen so fine, gentlemen of your order have made bids on. And yours for the asking, sir!"
"Other gentlemen?"
"Officers, sir!"
"Ah, yes. Bolton the Bolter. I've heard stories. And here you are!"
"You tease, Colonel. You remember me well!"
"Indeed I do! Crowd around, lads. I've saved Bolton the Bolter til last. Much as Fairweather deemed to please me in his second term, Bolt did likewise in his. He learned more in one term than even Fairweather. He learned that to please a man means to give him more than he asks for. First term was delightful. A fairly delicious tonguing. Second term, the rogue had the mandacity to open his bowels in my face! Stuck your poor Colonel's mouth full of fresh, steaming turd! Yes, lads, a turd! Into my mouth! And he and his friends whooped and hollered at my degradation!"
"Oh, Colonel sir! How awful!" Bertie cried.
"Dastardly!" said another. "Foul boy, sir! Did you expel him?"
"Expel him, lads? Certainly not! I've teased myself until nearly the end of this term before calling him in. I'LL HAVE IT AGAIN! Gather round, boys, shall we see if Bolton can bolt something big, dark and inviting? Inviting enough that I might wish to put my mouth on it?"
"Oh, Colonel!" gasps went up. "YOU CAN'T!"
"Oh, my tender young ones, I can and I will! Witness my endeavor, for you shall probably never see the sight again! I would suck a turd from each of your arses..but it takes a lad with balls like Bolton to push a turd into his commanding officer's face! You know that fact, now, but you won't do it! Bolton will, won't you Clarence?"
"Bolt, if you don't mind, sir. Image, you know, Colonel. A lad named Clarence would not dein to subject his commanding officer to an abhorrence such as this. But a nasty fellow named Bolt would easily suggest that the Colonel would find no greater pleasure in life than SUCKING THE SHIT FROM HIS TURD! I'm Bolt, Colonel! PUT YOUR MOUTH UP TO ME ARSEHOLE, FAG MAN. I GOT A BIG HUNK OF SMELLY, STEAMY TURD TO PLANT BETWEEN YOUR SHIT-EATIN' LIPS! GULP ME GOOBER, ARSEWIPE! COME ON, SHOW THE FELLOWS! HERE, LET ME PUSH A BIT OUT. LETCHA SEE WHAT ME YUMMY INSIDES CAN MAKE FOR A DIRTY MAN WHAT LIKES EATIN' THE POOP FROM YOUNG LADS' BUMS!"
Bolton grunted lewdly. The Colonel put his face to the anus and quickly licked all around it before the expulsion began! The boys gasped in horror and amazement, seeing that he hadn't been quick enough. A hot turd was virtually pushing his tongue away. The boys saw the Colonel licking on it, teasing it! But that was just the very end of the rounded thing. Soon-- immediately--the anal lips ripped apart and the full fatness of the boy's turd showed its massive bulk! Only a shit-lover's description can fully describe the sight, so we shall see it through his eyes:
It forced its way out, slowly, throwing the anal gates open and pushing them to the side, yet allowing them to stay wrapped around the column for control. Yes, slowly it came forth...that dark, sectioned, firmly-packed collection of what his body had dismissed as waste!
Waste, indeed! Then why was it so beautiful? Why did it let off steam so invitingly, and emit such divine odors? Seasoned scents of lust and uninhibited rawness? Why did it have that glorious, glistening coating surrounding it, making it sparkle like a jewel? That thick, oily, almost pulpy, clear lather that carried its own spiciness, its own allure? Why was licking these juices from the turd an adventure in itself? A tease, perhaps, before getting to the bitter, fibrous meat? A sweet buttery enticement of the juices that sped the turd along its way? Helping juice...warm, luscious helping juice to make the hot, meaty turd reach its destination more quickly...and intact! Of men who engorge on the meat, most will admit those outside flavors are incomparable! Much like butter on foul vegetables, these assjuices intice with their clammy slipperi- ness, their cheesy flecks, their gooey consistency and mask the peppery grit within. Ah, yes, the meat! Does it matter what it's really like? After that savory taste delight, one hardly notices the bitter, grisly matter...the venomous tang...the over-ripe collection of grit and grunge pressed together in so perfect a package! BURN MY FUCKING TONGUE OFF! Most would cry out. I'LL EAT THIS HOT SHIT DOWN TO MY BELLY AND BEG FOR MORE! JUST TO LICK THE JUICE! JUST TO GET IT COMING FROM THAT LUSCIOUS OPENING! Thus, the meat is chewed up. Not so much for its own attributes, but so as not to miss a drop of the surrounding, embedded assjuice! That precious mucuousy fluid. That's why so many can be seen avidly sucking right on the turd itself...before devouring it. The happiest, some men have said, was having a young man's glistening turd in their mouth and being about to spend a long time simply sucking the juices from it! For this supreme pleasure, they gladly ingested the rest!
All this was not said...but shown to the lads. For the Colonel was making it all so clear as he catered to Bolton's majestic turd! Every drop of juice was licked from it, even that which surrounded the anus as the turd squished out. Yes, licking the turd and the hole it was coming out of...ECSTASY! The boys could see that. A sight they simply could not take their young eyes from. A totally disgusting, wonderful sight that engorged their pricks with blood to the near bursting point! By their own hand, or another's, all five peckers gathered round the Colonel's face and brust upon it at the moment he swallowed the last of Bolton's turd and thrust his tongue up the arsehole to lick it out!
Since all the boys had come, the Colonel accepted Bolton's prick in his mouth when the cadet quickly turned around and poked it at him. He sucked the boy's jizz, letting it slither down his throat.
When they filed out, the Colonel stopped the last cadet.
"I never did get your name, Cadet."
"Charles, sir, Charles Windsor," the boy smiled upon leaving.
"GOOD GOD!" the Colonel said to himself, "I've just rimmed the future King of England!" ----------------------------------
"Loose? Let's put it this way--when he gets the itch his asshole is Open To The Public!"
"Anybody?"
"Anyone who'll kiss or lick it. I once saw him get fucked by four straight sailors one after the other, and those guys were so hot to fuck him they dove down and kissed his asshole before ramming their cock in. After the first guy did it, they didn't hesitate."
The Commandant at the remote Buzzcock Military School perked up at the announcement on the intercom.
"Pvts. Larson and Campbell to see you, sir."
"Send them in, Corporal."
He didn't bother looking up, and merely grunted away their salutes.
"You cadets go ahead and start. I have a few papers yet to sign."
"Psst, Dawson! Cover for me for a while, willya?" Corporal Braddock in the outer office hissed to the private, rushing out in an obviously agitated state. He made his way around to the side of the building and ducked behind the tall hedges--making his way to the Commandant's window. Carefully rising, he peeked in to see the back of the officer's head at the desk. Beyond him was the sight he suspected. Larson and Campbell naked on the man's daybed! They were kissing and messin' with each other's dicks. And they were already hard! Campbell scooted down and took Larson's cock in his mouth, sucking it. The Commandant glanced up, put his pencil down, and rose from the desk. He walked over to them and began to remove his uniform.
"Yeah, catchin' you two queerin' each other is the best thing to happen this year. Can't have your wealthy parents find out, right lads? I'm understanding. You can do your filthy perversions right here as long as you take care of your commanding officer. Keep sucking, cadet, while I let your buddy wash my balls!"
The man put one foot onto the bed and lowered his huge hanging sack of nuts onto the boy's mouth. Without hesitarion, Larson's tongue began to lick them--obediently, if not eagerly. One at a time he took them into his mouth and sucked gently. Cpl. Braddock could see the older man's hairy asscrack, and sometimes the large purplish anus. It wasn't a pretty sight, so he wondered why it made his cock stiffen. Maybe just because it was so vulgar! And the next thing intensified it. The man pulled his balls up and squatted lower.
"Sniff it, soldier! Don't lick...just rub your nose on it and get a big whiff of my shithole! I've been saving up some hot stink for you all day!" He mashed his rubbery anus over Larson's probing nose for a few minutes, then climbed off and turned around. He bent over and pulled his solid, chunky buttocks apart. "Go to it, Campbell. Your turn to lick me out! Larson, suck his prick while he rims me. No early orgasms this time. I want that tongue to really loosen me up! I've come up with a new game for you boys. You'll like it. Mmmm, deeper. Lick deeper. Gonna get you boys so used to the taste of a man's craphole you won't be satisfied with one that doesn't taste and smell as strong!"
Braddock gasped as the man's voice came filtering through the slightly cracked office window. He could even hear the sniffing--they were doing it so loud! Guess those poor slobs didn't have much choice. Hmmm, caught blowing each other, hunh? He rubbed his stiff erection.
"Yeah, that's good. Asshole licking's nothing new to you boys. I was laying in the rack last night, pumping my big meat and thinking how I got you two over the proverbial barrel. If you were just cheap little cocksuckers it wouldn't much matter. But I know your parents and it's a good bet you'd both be disinherited if they found out. I realized I could make you do just about anything, right? Bring other cadets or officers in and have you blow 'em--suck their assholes--let 'em fuck you. All kinds of things and combinations came to mind. I discarded the nastier stuff and concentrated on the rest. Hell, as long as your folks stay ignorant, you'd both probably be more than willing to become the camp cocksuckers...blowing every prick and licking every bung. No duties, but stroll around the camp buck naked, taking on everyone who approaches you. Yeah, you'd like that, hunh? I could look out my window and see you getting screwed out there on the grass. Guys lined up with boners sticking out of their flies, waiting to sit on your faces!"
Larson chuckled. "That's one hell of an imagination, sir!"
"Yeah, a great fantasy. Besides, I'd rather keep you to myself. Except for doing each other, and any other stash of cock you might have perverted around here. Anyway, I started thinking over the nastier bits again. I figured, fuck it. Even in my position of power, a guy doesn't get many chances like this. So I'm going for it!"
Campbell pulled his face out. "No disrespect intended, sir, but is anything nastier than licking your shitty asshole? Sir?"
"Only one other thing, Campbell. And you're not gonna like it!" He laughed, feeling devilishly cruel and a mite perverted for even coming up with his plan.
"Uh, oh. Something tells me I'm close," Campbell sighed.
"Real close, cadet. You boys ever licked a grown man's smelly turd?"
"SIR!?'" they cried in unison.
"I'm gonna set up a couple of mirrors, get on all fours right here on the bed, and you two are each gonna lick a side while I shit out a big fat, stinky turd! I'M GONNA TAKE A SHIT FOR YOU TURDLICKERS!"
"I think he means it!"
"He does."
"I do. And if you like it...er, I mean if I like it, we'll do it often and in lots of different positions. You boys are gonna suck my shit!"
Braddock came in his pants! When he heard that, he didn't even have time to pry his cock out before the stuff began streaming down his leg!
"Gawd, they're gonna suck his shit?! Oh, I gotta be around to see it!" He took off for his quarters on the double for a clean pair of pants.
Dawson would be getting antsy, but he couldn't go around with pecker tracks dribbling down his uniform trousers.
KOREA 1953
MAS*H it wasn't! But even in the regular forces, there were occasional periods of being away from the front for rest and relaxation in Korea.
Jack and four of his buddies remained behind while the others high-tailed it to Seoul for pussy, booze, and more pussy.
"Shit, Jack," Will complained, "if you hadn't cleaned us out last night we coulda been on our way for a fling ourselves. Now you got us workin' on next month's pay! Who's deal?"
"Mine," said Brady. "It's just as well. I just got over my third dose this year. Fuckin' chink cunts! Their twats are just cesspools waitin' to make a guy's nuts fall off! I'm swearin' off. From now on it's me and Rosie and her five sisters... unless I can talk one of you sissies into blowin' me once in a while!"
Laughs all around. Chatter like that was common, especially in the Army. Although, it seemed to increase during the hornier times. I think if they'd found a faggot in the unit, the cocksucker would have been treated like a king!...or is that queen? But I was much too shy to make my proclivities known. Besides, coming from an Army family, I couldn't risk being dishonorably discharged...regardless of how they might promise to keep my confidence for an occasional dick-nibble. And of course the realization that I'd be expected to service EVERYONE! No thanks! A few swell pricks wouldn't make up for most of the clods in my barracks. So I kept company with Rosie just like Brady was promising. But that didn't stop me from looking in the showers and tryin' to hang around good-looking fellows like Jack.
I was outside the tent, smoking a cigarette, when I caught their conversation as they played poker. There was Jack, of course, who looked like the spittin' image of Terry...you know, Terry and the Pirates. Tall, blonde, and ruggedly handsome. Brady, a dark-haired bruiser who always seemed to have a three- day stubble, was known as an inveterate womanizer. He usually had his choice. Larry, the babyfaced recruit who was still working off his baby fat. Sandy-haired and soft despite boot camp, he was slowly shaping up. The hefty rod he swung in the showers, however, belied his naive personality. He's what you'd call 'cute' and, although I usually go for the more solid type, a tumble with him would sure be swell! Then there's Tony, affectionately called Littlewop. Short and wiry, he's the smartass in the group. Then there's Tank, Orville Clark, called so because he's built like a tank. 5'8" and nearly as wide. Strong as a bull, too.
"Never seen you whorin' Jack. Drinking and gambling, but I never seen you pick up a local tramp," Brady remarked. "Maybe we got somethin' here, fellas. You wanna blow me, Jack?!"
"Brady," Jack replied cooly, shuffling the cards, "if I was a cocksucker I sure wouldn't get near that foul rod of yours! Not as often as you bathe. Probably still stinks from the last cunt that gave you a dose!"
"Hell, those slits don't mind! Slip 'em an extra fiver and they'll tongue the crunge from between your toes...or your asshole!"
"Yeah, Brady," Jack teased, "but faggots are more sophisticated than that."
"You tell him, Jack," I thought, even though I did get a tingle at the mention of licking a guy's butthole. Been a long time since I gave a hot rim job to a squirming stud!
"Here comes your pet, Jack," joked Tank. I knew who he meant. It was Kim, a local kid. Fresh-faced, probably about 14 or 15, with a small lithe body. He did errands for Jack. Took care of his laundry, actually taking it home to his mother! That's why his uniforms were sharp and crisp. He slipped the family a few bucks to help them out. He was often a dinner guest at Kim's home.
Kim idolized Jack. The others didn't mind his being around all the time, but Jack had made it clear from the beginning that the boy did his bidding, and they were not to take advantage of him. He knew only a few words of English, but he and Jack had little trouble communicating.
"Bet the kid wouldn't mind twisting your knob for ya, Jack," Tony kidded. "The little twerp fuckin' looks at you with moons in his eyes. Sittin' there at your feet. Ever consider askin' him?"
"Gents," Jack fondled the boy's hair. "I've never had a dose since I've been here. You're right, I don't fuck the local availables or the greasy cunts in Seoul. I'm gonna let you in on a little secret...and when I say secret, you know I'll cut your balls off! I solved my problem with a virgin. A virgin that fucks only with me. You gotta understand that right up front. If you wanna try my method, you have to go out and get yourself a willing virgin of your own. Now all this talk about sex is gettin' me on the bone, so what the fuck...I'll give you a little demonstration and you can decide for yourself!"
He rose and began to strip. By now, I was peeking through the flaps. "Kim!" he looked down at the boy's excited eyes. "Number 5!"
"Number 5, Boss?! Okey dokey!" he jumped up more excited than I'd ever seen him. In three seconds flat he was naked. His flimsy garments literally flew from his body! Jack pointed to a nearby table and Kim jumped on it and layed back. The other guys, and myself, just stared wide-eyed in amazement. The boy grabbed his ankles and pulled his legs back to his chest. That left his little round ass just sticking out, his little brown pucker gaping obscenely open. I squinted my eyes to be sure. I'd never seen an asshole just spread open on command like that! I certainly couldn't do it. On the other hand, perhaps the anticipation of Jack's cock could make me flutter open-- just like the kid!
"Fuckee fuckee, Boss. See!" Kim pointed at his asshole. He was doing incredible things with his muscles, making his little anus push out, then suck in. One could only imagine how that tight hole could milk a big prick dry! Jack was stripped. His cock bobbed and bounced as he approached the boy, going toward his head.
"Suckee suckee first, Squirt! You might fuck like a mink, but your cock hunger's still much bigger than your butthole! Better get this joint lubed up." It was obvious that the kid didn't understand, but he was used to Jack talking to him as if he did. Keeping both knees on his chest, he turned slightly and with both hands, grabbed ahold of Jack's huge cock and began to lick all over it. I was drooling! I'd never seen it hard before. It must have been 8, maybe even 10 inches of solid, fat-knobbed flesh! The boy couldn't possibly take it all.
He slobbered all up and down the rigid shaft, then concentrated on lapping lewdly all around Jack's big knob.
"Holy Shit, Jack!" cried Tony. "You ain't gonna make the kid take you up the tail, are you? You'll kill him!"
"Yeah, he can hardly take the head of your dick in his mouth!" warned Larry. "But, jeez, he's sure giving it a good wash job!"
Brady stared, his eyes going from the boy's mouth to his succulent asshole and back again. "This I gotta see!"
"Feast your eyes, fellas," said Jack. "The kid's amazing!"
After moistening Jack's big cock as well as he could, Kim began to transfer spit from his mouth to his ass. He'd gather up a glob, then reach down and work it into his flowering butthole. Even the sensation of having his own fingers working inside caused the kid to moan in delight. He had a fair-sized pecker and it started to bob in anticipation on his belly. Jack took up his position at the end of the table, teasing his cockknob over the boy's slippery asshole.
"What do you want, Squirt?" he asked.
The boy looked at him with fire in his eyes. "KIM WANT FUCKEE! KIM WANT BIG JACK FUCKEE! YOU FUCKEE ME, BOSS? GIVE KIM BIG BONER IN HOT SHITHOLE!"
Jessus, willya listen to the mouth on the kid!" chuckled Tank.
"Yeah! I'll fuckee you. I'll fuck that hot little cunt of yours just the way you like it. Now open up!"
Jack teased his knob right at the opening, then pressed ever so slightly. All eyes were glued to the spot, as they watched the little brown anus expand. Like a mouth, Kim's anus started making sucking motions like a fishmouth, until it had literally enveloped the fat knob and sucked it right in! He squirmed in pain, but soon the worst was over. He pulled his ankles down to him hard enough to be able to raise his head a little. He wanted to watch himself getting skewered! His ass was at its most vulnerable, and Jack's cock slowly slid up the channel until it completely disappeared!
"Mmmm..." the boy moaned in ecstasy. "Soon, Jack. Soon you fuckee like crazy! Kim tell." Again his eyes were closed as he squirmed his ass on the monstrous prick filling his guts, getting acclimated to the pressure and letting his inner muscles relax for the onslaught.
"Damn!" cried Brady. "I never would have believed it. How'd you ever get the kid to learn that?"
"He's a natural," shrugged Jack. "One day we were coming back from Point 20 and sat down to rest on a fallen tree. After a while, Kim stands up and drops his pants. Taking a couple of steps forward, without a by-your-leave or anything, he squats down a little and starts to take a shit! Right there, two feet in front of me, like it was the most common thing in the world. I watched him, kinda fascinated, as he grunts and oozes out this gigantic turd! Damn thing almost touched the ground before it finished coming out of his asshole! And it was bigger around than my prick. BIG SHIT, RIGHT KIM?"
"Oooh, yes, Boss!" he giggled. "KIM DO BIG SHIT!"
"So this gets me to thinking. If he can plop out a monstrous turd like that, surely my cock could go right in there and take its place. He was certainly opened up and empty. I pulled him away from the mound of shit and had him squat, just like he had been, a few feet away. I dropped my pants down and scooted under him. I pulled his hand back and wrapped it around my cock. He smiled back at me in wonder and delight. He loved playing with it! When it was up good and hard, I started to rub it over his hole. I wanted to get in there before he tightened up. I held onto his little butt and just worked him down over it. He had a hard time at first, more because he was surprised. But before long he was fuckin' bouncing up and down on it! It was like a new toy to him. He laughed and giggled as he fucked himself, all the while jacking himself off!"
"OH, BOSS! OK, OK. YOU FUCKEE GOOD NOW!"
Jack started working his huge shaft in and out of the boy's clutching, grasping anus, nearly pulling it right out of the kid's body by the way it looked! Soon he was knifing the kid at a rapid pace. Kim moaned and tossed his head back and forth. His cock was jumping madly, leaking profusely onto his heaving belly.
"MUTHERFUCKER!" cried Jack. "GAWD, IF I WAS QUEER I'D FALL IN LOVE WITH THE LITTLE SHIT! Most women can't take my cock like he does!"
He was pistoning the whole thing up into the boy's rectum and panting like a madman!
"OK, BOSS!" Kim cried out. "YOU JAB NOW!" Jack quickly changed his angle of attack. He started to bang the boy's prostate! Kim cried out as his untouched cock shot out a long stream of cum each time Jack's cock hit his button.
Jack lifted the boy and pulled his legs around his waist for a stand-up fuck. Kim moaned as Jack's body rotated, screw- ing his cock up into the bouncing boy, then suddenly stood there, hugging the kid tightly, his body shaking wildly. His cock exploded, filling the youngster's little shithole to overflowing. My mouth watered watching the creamy load running down Jack's shaft and dripping off his balls.
"Easing the kid back onto the table, Jack pulled out slowy.
"And that, gentlemen, is how to avoid getting the clap!"
He got the clap anyway. The guys stood around clapping for their performance, envious of Jack's luck. I could see in their eyes, they all wanted the kid. Me? I wanted to be the kid!
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