WARNING: The following is a purely fictional story containing graphic descriptions of sexual activities between an boy, a man and woman. Read no further if you are under the age of 18, against free speech, or not generally aroused by stories of this type. It is my deepest wish that no child ever be harmed. If you like this story, don't forget to donate to nifty.org. To support this website, please remember to donate.
1984
Chapter 3
When Winston and I stepped through the foyer the first thing I smelled was the aroma of sweet cinnamon mixed with an air of a roasting meat. I first took off my shoes and socks then my coat, t-shirt, jeans and underwear then handed them all to the house maid. After Winston had handed his coat to her we walked down the hall and into the parlor room. A party of about dozen men and a few women along with their boy and girl lovers were mingled together in conversation and merry company. Some of the men stood around the piano, while one was playing the other men were holding their drinks and talking. The pair of women sat on a long couch, each women were talking to their separate groups of men who stood next to them. On the walls were ten portraits of old men. Their faces and their eyes always looked down on us. No matter where I stood, I always felt their gaze on my pee pee area. Most of the boys and girls gathered around the television, watching a Christmas special of The Grinch that Stole Christmas. Only three boys stood around the Christmas tree. On this Christmas Day, in all the homes throughout the world, boys were the only ones that were naked. The minors in the room ranged from age eight to twelve. The two girls that were present were both blondes and dressed in the most elegant Christmas dresses. Dennis, Erin and Hank were the ones standing around the tree.
"Hey guys, what's up?" I asked the trio.
"Hey JD." Answered Hank. "Just trying to guess what we all got for presents." Hank's blonde hair had grown noticeably longer since last I saw him. I looked down at the pile of wrapped Christmas gifts and saw my name on a few of them.
"I think we're getting ten gifts each." Said Dennis. When ever I see him, I always marvel at his uncanny crystal blue eyes.
"I'm hope that big box there is an Nintendo NES." Said Erin. He had been sick recently. His pale white skin made him look almost ghostly. All three boys were ten years old and were an inch or two taller than me. Even though I had just turned nine, I was not the youngest boy here, but I was probably still the shortest boy of them all.
"Winston got me one for me birthday."
"Shut up! What games did you get." Hank demanded.
"I got Duck Hunt, Punch Out, Excite Bike.."
"Ooh, how was Punch Out? No did you get...'" Before Hank could finish what he was saying, we all heard Hank's man call for him. Hank's man was seated on a love seat. He was ten years older than Winston and much more over weight. When Hank got to his man, he unzipped his pants and pulled out his dick. Hank kneeled down and started to suck on it. His man would use his hand to push Hank's head deeper into his crotch, are the same time he went back to sipping his drink. Not long after Hank's departure did Dennis' and Erin's men asked the two to stand by the fireplace and instructed them to kiss and play with each other's dicks while their men watched. I was now all maybe myself and not having any desire to watch cartoons my next choice is to be near Winston.
When I got to Winston he was talking to his long time friend. I cuddled up next to him, with my face buried into his belly, I took a hold of his right hand and pressed it firmly to my bare backside. I than unzip his pants and put my hand through his fly and started fondling his penis. This was my way of telling him I'm bored and wanted his attention. But he continued to talk to his friend. It was than I started to pay attention to what they were talking about.
"Yeah, I'm sorry. I didn't want to say anything to you because I know how you might feel." Winston's long time friend whose name escaped me was taking sips from his glass in between every word he uttered. "But he came out to me about ten years ago. I wasn't surprised at all that he was heterosexual. In fact all of us kinda suspected."
It was at that point the maid had announced that dinner was ready.
We were all seated around a twenty foot long dining table and all the minors seated to the left of their adult companion. Seated at the head of the table was O'Brien. He was the head patriarch of the House O'Brien. Everyone at this Christmas dinner is apart of the O'Brien family, though most members here have different last names, they were all still O'Briens. O'Brien stood up to make a speech to which I completely ignored. I was puzzled by the word Winston's friend had said. I had never heard it said before and by the time I turned my attention back to dinner everyone had started eating. Several men started jerking off at the table and after a few minutes they stood up and shot their load on the plate of food in front of their boy lovers. The love juice was the gravy on top of their turkey dinner. Winston was quieter than usual. When the other men had their boys go under the table to pleasure their men, Winston sat there in silence. Not once did he reach over to fondle me.
After dinner we all went back to the parlor room where O'Brien had arranged his annual Christmas entertainment. Winston and I sat on a large pillow on the floor with me in between his legs. Next to us was Diana and her girl lover Stefan. Winston's arms hugged me tight to his breast. When the lights dimmed and the music started to play, a parade of 20 naked eight year old boy virgins danced and frolicked into the parlor room. All the boys had blonde hair and blue eyes. Their bodies were oiled up and were coved with faint glitter and all we're wearing a Christmas garlands on their heads. They all gathered in the middle of the room and started to kiss, fondle, grope one another. When the music changed one by one each boy went to their respective man boy couple.
When our boy came to us, he kissed me on the lips than kissed Winston. The boy helped me take Winston's clothes off. And as the clothes started to fall on to floor, five maids began picking up the clothes. One maid squirted KY jelly on Winston's palm and he began smearing it all over his dick and what was left over he spread on the boys love hole. The boy laid on the pillow and on his back with his shirt legs in to the air. The boy was about to be penetrated for the very first time, which brought me back to my first penetration with Winston. It will be the moment of my life I will always cherish. In and out Winston went as my husband laid over the blonde eight year old boy. I caressed the contours of my husband's back, from his shoulder blades down to his round thigh butt. The boy had his eyes closed tight and Winston leaned down to kiss him, which I followed with a kiss of my own. I than started stroking the boy's pee pee. His was small like mine. When it became hard, it was barely longer than Winston's longest finger and no where near as thick. It only required me the use of two fingers and a thumb, which was also the same appendages I used on myself. The women and girls all looked on while the men enjoyed them selves. No human being in their right mind could blames the female sex for taking pleasure at the sight of beautiful young boys. As disgusting as their behavior might be, I never faulted them being female. Ten minutes in, Winston pulled out from the boy and I quickly laid down and spread my legs up and wide. Moments after penetrating me I felt Winston's love juice inside me and around my love hole as it drips down my butt cheeks. I lifted my head up and Winston and I embraced the way a man and boy does when they truly loved each other. Winston collapsed on top of me and gave me the biggest bear he could. It was a feeling and a sense that I felt that he was never going to let me go of me. It was in that moment I realized that the day when I turn 18 and Winston's right to divorce me had come, I knew what he decision will be.
When Winston and I came back home a lingering friskiness remained between us after getting O'Brien's Christmas present. As soon as the front door closed we stripped off our cloths and ran up to bed. Winston was the first to hit the mattress and he laid on his back as I crawled on top of him. With my right hand I inserted my husband's dick into my love hole and started going up and down and wiggling my hips. I stroke myself while I relished the feeling of my husband's full length dick moves through me. Up and down I went while grinding down on his pelvis. I took Winston's hand and placed it on my chest to have him feel how super fast my heart was beating. I started to push his dick harder and deeper inside me. His hands started to roam up to my lips and I began sucking on the tip of his finger. All of a sudden there was quick explosion inside my penis. When I looked down my eyes popped at the site of Winston's stomach and a line of white juice that had squirted from the tip of my pee pee. Winston grab my head and pulled me down to kiss him. I soon felt his warm juice inside me again.
We cuddled, kissed and spooned for what felt like hours. And all that time, my husband's penis stayed inside me. I felt Winston's happiness, but still I wasn't sure if I helped made him for get about his troubles.
"Do you feel much better now?" I asked.
"Yes! Why you ask?"
"I knew something was bothering before the party and during dinner." Winston as silent and allowed me to continue. "And after seeing how you enjoyed yourself with that cute boy, I wanted to make sure you forgot about that man we saw yesterday."
"Right! Well, you don't need to worry about him."
Winston never talked much about his first husband. The only thing I knew was that in their divorce, Winston got a huge divorce settlement. Someone once said it was hundreds of times larger than standard divorce payment.
"What happened? Did he hurt you? I said sheepishly. Winston smiled at me and ran his finger down the side of my face. His heart alway melted after hearing my little squeaky boy voice.
"I wasn't the most attractive boy growing up." When I turned eight, no men wanted to marry me. For a long time I thought I was going to be one of those boys that turned 18, never being a man's boy lover. That was until I turned 16 and my ex husband picked me to marry him." Winston then laid on his back and I was hugging his left arm and my lip pressed to his shoulder.
"At first I was happy to have finally been married. But right away I realized that he had no interest in having sex with me. I was hurt, I thought I wasn't doing a good job as his boy lover. We were only married for a year. Our marriage was so bad that he didn't even want to wait till I turned 18. In the divorce settlement he agreed to pay me $25 million dollars, which I guess made up for the emotional damage he did to me." Winston paused for a bit then continued. "He was never mean to me, he just didn't love me. But it still hurts when a boy can't make his man happy. It took me a long time to get over our marriage. That was until I saw you on your debut. I knew I wanted to have you. But I wasn't the only one." Winston and I chuckled at our first meeting.
"I remember. What was it six different men were bidding for me."
"It was more like ten, but I knew I wanted to have you and I would have payed any price for you. And I believe my bid for you is still the record." We kissed once more and I felt his love for me in that kiss. But when we broke off I still hand lingering questions,
"What happened to your ex?"
"My friend Parson told me he came out as a heterosexual."
"Heterosexual? What's that?"
"It means he like females."
"Oh!" I exclaimed, holding the shock and wild thoughts that were running through my head.
"But before you got bored and started bothering me, I mentioned to Parson how I saw him at that bistro and how sickly he looked. That's when he told me my ex has AIDS."
"What's AIDS?"
"It's a disease that's going around in the heterosexual community. And it's killing millions of women and lots of men. No one knows where it came from or how it all started but you get it by sharing needles or having unprotected vaginal sex."
Vaginal sex. The thought that Winston had been begetting with Julia for years now scared me.
"But what about Julia? Does she have it."
"No procreation pairings require us to do annual STD testing. If Julia or I had AIDS or any sexually transmitted disease, they would have flagged us from begetting."
Winston leaned over to give a feather light kiss to my lips.
"Don't worry baby. Everything is alright with us. Close you eyes and let's go to sleep."
Winston's assurance had calmed me. As I laid there with his arms wrapped around me, I felt sagged and at peace. Something Winston never failed to do.