Love Unlocked

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction and as such is a product of my imagination. It is not and should not be thought of as a record of actual events. There are a number of other stories using this theme; but this tale is my attempt and has not been based on any other author's work. Any similarity between my characters and real people is merely a coincidence. The story will include descriptions of sexual activity between teen boys, a few of which are under duress. If material of this kind might offend you or if you are not of legal age, then stop reading. All others please enjoy! You are welcome to send comments or story ideas to Playbuddy123@yahoo.com

Love Unlocked - 1

The smell inside the gray government van would make anyone gag. Cole Hemerling thought it was a toss up as to whether it was more like a dumpster or an outhouse. "Probably a dumpster," he decided as the vehicle came to a stop behind the Anoka county courthouse. Of the three other kids on the van, one seemed arrogant, one indifferent and the last was definitely frightened. Cole was somewhere in the middle. As the door slid open, bright sunlight poured in.

Cole squinted and looked at the two guards that flanked the exit. One motioned for him to get up and out. The boy, barely fifteen, did his best. He shuffled toward the opening, his restraints clinking. The sunlight flashed off the ankle chains as well as the cuffs on his wrists.

"Watch your head," one of the guards said as he helped Cole down the two steps to the ground. A blue line painted on the concrete led the way to the rear entrance of the courthouse.

The other three kids followed behind.

"I have to pee," Cole said to the first guard as the line of juveniles slowly made its way through the basement of the judicial services building and then up a set of stairs. He couldn't stop from blushing as he said it.

"You'll have to hold it," the guy said as they continued to move along.

Looking back on it, Cole was at a loss to explain exactly why he and Pablo, his friend from the projects, had jumped into the car.

"The keys are in it," Pablo had smiled as he peered through the window. Then he had tried the door. It's open, "Let's go!"

"I don't think so," Cole remembered saying, but then Pablo had dared him and five minutes later they were headed down the street laughing and showing off.

Their joy ride had lasted barely six minutes. Without warning, the engine of the car had faltered, the door locks snapped down, and flashing red and blue lights had come on behind them. It had been a set up.

Through the bull horn just above the flashing lights on the police car an officer had ordered them to pull over then put their hands up.

"Fuck!" Pablo had moaned.

"Bait car!" Cole had sworn.

The boy's had heard that the Minneapolis police had been using the electronically controlled cars to lure thugs that were operating chop shops in the area.

The arrest had been swift. Cole and Pablo had been hauled out of the vehicle, thrown to the ground, cuffed, and then stuffed into the police cruiser.

"Thanks a lot!" Cole had said with an angry look at Pablo.

"How was I to know?" the boy had whined.

The simple truth was, it had been a muggy night, and they had both been bored. Cole would readily admit it wasn't the first time he and Pablo had gotten together and done something stupid. Hell, doing stupid things came easily to them. "But this was not only stupid, it was just plain dumb!"

The procession of young prisoners ended at the side entrance to Judge Cecilia Jackson's court room.

"Can I pee now?" Cole asked as a guard worked on removing his cuffs.

"Over there," the guy nodded, "but the ankle bracelets stay on."

Cole shuffled toward the door of the men's room. "At least I have my hands free," he thought, glad he didn't have to solve the problem of how to unzip his jumpsuit and pull out his dick all while handcuffed.

The arraignment went quickly. Cole was provided a court appointed lawyer who spoke on his behalf. His age and the fact he wasn't driving the bait car worked in his favor, but against him was the fact that this was the second time he had seen the inside of Judge Jackson's courtroom. In fifteen minutes he had been ordered to be held by the County Department of Corrections, Juvenile Division. Social Services were given responsibility to do a study of his case and make a recommendation to the judge.

"Do you know what happened to Pablo?" Cole whispered as his lawyer gathered up his papers.

"Sorry, kid," the guy shrugged. "I don't have time to follow up on stuff like that."

Cole hadn't even bothered to look for his mother, he knew she'd be working and couldn't afford to miss another day because of him. Cole always seemed to be in some kind of trouble.

Cole was worried and looked at his lawyer.

"I'll see what I can do," the man offered. "Look on the bright side, maybe they won't lock you up for the rest of your life." The guy laughed.

Cole didn't think he was very funny.

When he arrived at the juvenile facility, Cole listened to a staffer who explained things about the place that would probably be his home for God knew how long.

"Pathways is a privately run institution for boys," the guy droned on. "The County Board decided they couldn't afford to build another facility on their own, so they contracted with us. Pathways is intended to be different from other places housing juvenile offenders."

Cole's mind was wandering.

"This facility was built with rehabilitation as its goal, not punishment. So, even the layout of the place is unique. Each boy has their own room and can come and go as they please, within reason of course."

Cole looked around at the beige walls, the place kinda resembled the inside of a high school. Everything was on one level.

"There's a classroom, a gymnasium, library, recreation hall and a dining area."

Cole didn't think it would be so bad after all.

"The doors on the bedrooms, however, are something else."

Cole's ears perked up.

"You'll find they're made of hardened steel with a narrow slit of unbreakable glass. There's a trap door for passing things through. The rules call for the doors to be open all day, no exceptions for any reason. But, they'll be closed and locked tight each night. Outside the main areas, guards will escort you from place to place. You won't be wandering around on your own." He paused, "This isn't a fucking resort! It's jail!"

Later that evening, lying on his bed, Cole decided that the first few hours of being locked up had been the worst. He had been delivered by police van to the facility, and then shown into a processing area where he had been given the orientation lecture. Then he had been finger printed and photographed. After that he had been made to remove all his clothes. He was walked to a nearby shower area and handed soap and shampoo. He had washed himself under the steady eye of a twenty-something guard. When he finished, the guy had handed him a towel and some flip flop shoes. The guy had then looked him over carefully; telling him to open his mouth and stick out his tongue. He had then looked under Cole's arms, between his legs, even making him lift his nut sack. Finally he was made to turn around and spread his cheeks. Cole figured he was checking for drugs or something.

"One last thing, kid," the guy had said walking over to a table containing rubber gloves and other supplies.

Cole's dick jerked as he remembered what had come next.

He had been told to put his hands against the wall and bend over. The guy had slicked up his hole with something. Then came the guy's gloved finger. It had pushed against his ring, slipped inside, and slowly made its way up his butt. His rectum had been thoroughly searched. The finger probed so deep Cole had been forced up to his tip toes at one point. Apparently they were making sure there wasn't anything there that wasn't supposed to be. Then the guard withdrew.

"You did good, kid," the guy had said softly as he snapped the glove off. "First time anybody did that to you?"

Cole had nodded, embarrassed because his cock was firming up.

"Watch yourself," the guy had said quietly, tossing him a pair of white briefs and a short sleeve jumpsuit from a cupboard near the door. "With an ass like that you might end up being somebody's girlfriend if you're not careful."

Cole blushed. He had been relieved to finally be allowed to put on some clothes.

As they left the room, the boy had asked if he could call his mother, but was told he wasn't allowed to make a call until the next day.

"Welcome to Juvie," Cole had thought as he was led down a long hallway carrying a fresh bundle of prison clothes.

The lights blinked off and on three times, alerting the boys it was time to get to their rooms. Cole was already lying on his back on his bunk, his head resting on a worn pillow. He had been reading a laminated card which listed the facility's rules. There were surprisingly few. "Do as you're told. Don't talk back. Be on time to all functions. Do your assigned school work and chores. No fighting. Follow all other instructions of staff." The last line, warning of the punishments of reduced privileges and segregation, didn't seem to be a hollow threat.

"You ready for lights out?" a staffer asked, stopping in front of Cole's door.

"Yeah," the boy whispered.

"Don't worry, we can't see if you're pulling it," the guy smiled and then laughed.

Cole knew there were cameras almost everywhere else. "Fucker," he muttered as the man locked him in and walked down the row.

Five minutes later the lights went out.

There were a few lewd comments yelled from room to room, some shrill screeches from boys as they let off steam, then the place settled down.

Cole quietly unzipped and wriggled out of his jumpsuit before crawling under his blanket. The white briefs he had been issued after his shower were confining and he was glad to get out of them.

"Hey, Hemerling!" His next door neighbor called through the wall. "You jerking it yet?" the kid laughed.

Cole reached down and fondled himself. "In a few minutes," he thought, but said nothing.

"Let me know if you want some help with it," the kid giggled.

Cole closed his eyes. "Thanks, Pablo," he whispered to himself. "How in the fuck did I manage to get here?" he sighed.

Cole had a fitful night. He hadn't gotten much sleep. He had just dosed off again when a buzzer went off and all the lights snapped on. It was morning and his second day had begun. The sound of doors slamming against the metal walls as they were flung wide open made its way closer and closer.

"Drop your cocks and grab your socks!" A guy hollered as he made his way down the line. He unlocked Cole's door and pushed it open.

Cole wiped at his eyes and crawled out of bed.

"Put on clean shorts and a new jumpsuit."

"Yes, sir," Cole mumbled and did as he was told.

"Leave yesterday's stuff by the door." The guy was wearing black slacks, a gray pull over golf shirt with an embroidered patch, and well shined black shoes. He had a ring of keys hanging from his belt.

Minutes later Cole was walking through the cafeteria and getting a tray of food. The line wasn't long, after all, with just twenty boys it wasn't like being at school. The food smelled great and looked even better. "Way better than I usually get," he thought as he selected pancakes, sausage, an apple, and orange juice.

"This fuckin' sucks!" a boy said from the back of the room. He apparently didn't share Cole's opinion of the food.

Cole was heading to an empty table when a tall, dark-haired kid pushed a chair out and blocked his way.

"Sit," the teen said, giving Cole a firm look.

Cole hesitated only a moment before sitting down. The kid had a lightly pimpled face, a tiny scruff of hairs on his chin, and a thin barb wire tattoo around his right bicep. He looked street wise, but not hard core. The image of a rough and tumble neighborhood basketball game came to Cole's mind. "He'd play center," Cole thought.

"My name's Tony," the kid said between mouthfuls of oatmeal.

"Cole."

"Heard you jacked a bait car," the kid laughed.

"Pretty dumb, huh?" Cole looked down at his food.

"Yeah, pretty dumb." Tony chuckled.

Cole squirmed in his seat, noticing that most of the other guys in the room were now staring at him.

"Okay, newbie, here's how this place works," Tony said quietly, looking at the staff positioned around the room. "There's school, there's chores, there's talks with the guidance counselor, and there's anything else we can get away with."

Cole squirmed again.

"Know why I'm in here?"

Cole shook his head, `no.'

"I robbed a liquor store."

Cole tried not to act surprised.

"Three of us broke in; we looked for cash but couldn't find any. So, we ended up stealing six cases of beer."

Cole gave Tony a look.

"Who would have thought they had a video camera in a shit hole like that?" Tony shrugged and then chuckled.

Cole didn't know what to say, he decided to stay quiet.

"So, back to you; I won you last night in a card game."

Cole turned to the boy, his eyes wide.

"You keep me happy, and everything will go smooth for you around here. Cause trouble, you'll get your ass kicked, end up in the infirmary, and you'll have to do whatever I want anyway."

Cole looked around the room. The other boys' faces told him everything he needed to know. Their smiles grew as they realized he had just been told he belonged to Tony.

Tony took a swig of juice. "So what's it gonna be?"

Cole sat back, his shoulders sagging. "I don't want my ass kicked," he finally whispered.

"Good choice," Tony smiled. "Shower room in ten minutes."

As he got up from the table, Tony made a point of pausing and groping his dick.

If Cole hadn't understood before, he did now. He looked at what was left of his breakfast and wondered if he'd be able to keep it down.

When Cole arrived at the shower room there were four boys talking near the sinks. Tony was leaning back against the wall at the end of the row.

"Glad you didn't chicken out," Tony said with a grin. "Stoner, go watch the door." A kid with long hair and a vacant expression did as he was told.

Cole watched as Tony smiled and slowly unzipped his jumpsuit. A well defined set of abs rippled as the kid pushed the fabric off his shoulders. There was a small trail of black hair leading from his navel down into his briefs. "Time to make me happy," he said with a nod toward the floor.

Cole slowly made his way across the room, the other boys watching his every move.

Tony pushed the elastic waistband of his white-cotton briefs down and a six and a half inch cock popped into view. It was circumcised and already had a drop of clear liquid on the tip. The thing was fully hard.

"It won't take long, I'm horny as fuck!" Tony said as he gave himself a couple of strokes and pushed the briefs down further.

"I never did this before," Cole choked, his eyes starting to water.

"Like I care! On your knees and open up," Tony said with a steely look.

Cole paused. The other guys made it clear they would see that he did as he was told. Cole gave in and got down, but couldn't go any further.

"I said, `open up.'" Tony grabbed Cole by the hair.

The young boy opened his mouth, Tony lined up, and pushed forward.

Cole had heard the words most of his life and had laughed when he himself had used them about other boys. But now it was different. Now he was the `cocksucker'.

Dozens of things went through Cole's mind as Tony's cock settled in. The first was that the feel of another boy's penis in his mouth was odd. The fat knob had pressed against his lips and then pushed inside. He expected the thing to taste nasty, but it actually didn't have much of a taste at all. There was a smell of soap coming from Tony's crotch hairs and just a very faint whiff of body odor. Cole wondered if it might be from the kid's ass crack. The jumpsuits were polyester and were hot. He had already noticed his ass seemed sweaty.

"Watch the teeth," Tony warned, easing his hips forward.

Cole felt the spongy cock head slide along his tongue then go further into his throat. He couldn't help himself, he gagged, pulling his mouth off and coughing.

"Little fag wasn't lying," Tony chuckled. "The kid's never had a cock in his mouth."

The other guys in the room laughed.

Cole wiped the tears from his eyes.

"Guess I need to show you how it's done," Tony grunted, and took Cole's head in both hands. Moments later Tony's cock was back in his mouth.

Tony pumped the thing in and out, moving Cole's head from side to side, to get the best feeling. He face fucked the boy, but was careful to watch how far he put it in. Gradually, he increased speed.

"Yeah, you got a sweet mouth," Tony moaned as he thrust in again and again.

Cole was beginning to feel the need to swallow. Spit was building up and he worried he might choke. He looked up and Tony was smiling. There wasn't any doubt he was enjoying using Cole's mouth. Cole had had very few sexual experiences previous to this. He had jerked off of course. He had started pulling on it when he was twelve and had made cum a few months later. He and Pablo had gotten drunk a few times and they had jerked off together. But that was about it. Finally, there was the one time when Pablo had invited him over and the pair of them had secretly watched Pablo's sister Maria have sex with her boyfriend. She had surprised both of them when she asked her boyfriend to put it in her butt. She explained how she didn't want to worry about getting pregnant. Her boyfriend had been more than happy to oblige.

The sound of Tony's grunts seemed familiar; Cole wondered if he was getting close.

"Get ready, kid," Tony groaned and pumped faster.

Cole panicked. There was no way he wanted Tony shooting in his mouth. But that was clearly what was about to happen. Just as he started to back away, Tony pulled his head tight against his crotch.

Cole gagged as the thing went in too far. The sound was lost however, because Tony was grunting loudly.

"Fuck, fuck! Here it comes!"

As squirt after squirt of Tony's sperm hit the back of his throat, Cole wondered if he was going to die. He was running out of air, and the choking feeling had come back. The third shot was the worst, it felt like it would never end. Cole struggled, and finally managed to get some down. Fortunately Tony pulled back for an instant, so he could catch a breath. Then, he plunged in once again.

"Come on, swallow it," Tony groaned as he swiveled his hips and pumped in a few more times as if to push the stuff down his throat. "Protein's good for you," he joked. Cole made a face and swallowed a bit more.

Taking a breath, Tony pulled his dick out. Looking down, he wrapped his hand around it and quickly stroked. He managed to get a few more drops of cum to ooze out the end. "Lick it," he ordered, and pushed his dick forward.

Cole reluctantly stuck out his tongue. He could still feel the remnants of the other stuff in his mouth as he cleaned the new stuff off the head.

The room was quiet except for Tony's heavy breathing. The kid by the door laughed. "You got a nice little faggot," and then he smiled.

Tony looked down at Cole. "Not bad, almost as good as my last girlfriend," he smiled and slowly tucked his dick back into his briefs. "When you can't get pussy you take what you can get," he chuckled apparently wanting to explain why a straight guy like him would fool around with another dude.

Cole's heart was pounding. He was at an age when sex was all still pretty new. As he sat back, his mind was whirling. Part of him was furious at being used as Tony's cum dump, but he couldn't deny that he was also turned on by it. He had never thought of himself as gay, but Tony's cock in his mouth had started him thinking.

"Kid's got a boner," one of the other guys chuckled. "He must like being your bitch."

Cole looked up at Tony, he was confused and didn't know what to think or feel. What he did know, was that he felt afraid, alone, and desperately needed someone.

Perhaps Tony sensed his vulnerability. "Don't worry, kid, I'll treat you right," he said gently. This time there wasn't a hint of bullying in his voice.

His tone seemed to surprise the other boys. It certainly surprised Cole. There wasn't any doubt that Tony was going to be in charge, but he seemed to be saying he'd take it easy on Cole.

Tony nodded in the direction of the door and the other boys headed out. He put his hand on Cole's head and pushed the hair from his eyes.

"You got five minutes." Tony looked toward Cole's crotch and then smiled.

Cole blushed. As Tony walked out, Cole reached into his pants. He didn't need five, he only needed four and shot one of the biggest loads of his life.

"We have twenty minutes to straighten our rooms and get ready for inspection," Tony explained as Cole followed him from the shower room back toward the dormitories.

"Then what?" Cole whispered.

"Classes until 11:00, then homework until 12:15, lunch, and then work details."

"What kind of work?" Cole hurried to catch up, he was falling behind the longer-legged boy.

"Laundry, or cleaning, or food service," Tony said, turning the corner.

"What's my job?"

"They'll tell you after classes. I'm guessing you'll be in the laundry."

As they walked into the dorm all eyes turned toward Tony. He smiled and dropped his hand to his crotch and lifted his balls. There were hoots and hollers. Cole could tell from the looks of the other boys they all now knew he had just taken care of Tony's business.

Cole felt the rest of the day had gone pretty well. He had been given some tests to complete to assess his grade level and then was partnered with a kid near his age with apparently similar abilities.

"I'm Sammy," a mousy looking boy with a bruised right eye whispered as the two huddled over an assignment.

"I'm Cole."

"Yeah, Tony's new boy." The kid shrugged.

Sammy looked to be about Cole's age, fifteen, but was small in stature and barely over a hundred pounds. He wore glasses and looked a bit like that wizard kid in the movies.

"What happened to your face?" Cole winced.

"Delayne hit me," Sammy said softly.

"Who's Delayne?"

"Black kid, two years older, part of a gang from the north side," Sammy looked around the room. "I have to do whatever he says, or he'll hit me."

"Don't the guards stop that kind of shit?"

Sammy shrugged, "they're never around."

"What's a little fart like you doing in here?"

Sammy giggled. "You said fart!" he laughed.

Cole couldn't figure out why a little guy like this was in Juvie. "So?"

Sammy's expression changed. "I put a knife in my mom's boyfriend."

Cole's surprise must have been evident.

"He was hitting her, and when he wouldn't stop, I grabbed a steak knife and slammed it into his leg."

"Self-defense!" Cole offered.

"Yeah, that's what I said. But the judge ordered a hearing. It probably won't happen for a few months. I was put here until then."

"Were you trying to kill him?" Cole whispered.

Sammy chuckled. "Nah, I thought about trying to cut his nuts off, but decided I just wanted him to leave us alone so I went for his leg."

Cole smiled. He was starting to like this kid.

It was an hour before supper, and the boys had some free time. Cole watched as several played pool, others played cards, and the rest sat in front of the television.

Tony gave Cole a look from time to time, but didn't say a word. He had told Cole he wanted him to stay close, "so they don't mess with you."

Cole thought the others wouldn't dare do a thing, he guessed that Tony just wanted him close by.

"Hey, Tony, my man," a black kid about six foot tall said as he walked over.

"Delayne!" Tony nodded.

"Want to watch me do Sammy up the ass?" Delayne chuckled.

Tony looked around the room, he seemed bored. "Sure, why not?" he sighed.

Cole couldn't believe what he was hearing. They were talking about Sammy like he was some kind of toy.

Tony motioned toward the dorms. "Come on. Delayne really knows how to fuck!" He smiled as he got to his feet. "Besides, you never know, you might learn something that'll come in handy for when I do you."

That comment caused Cole's stomach to turn. He didn't move.

"I said, get your ass up," Tony said sternly.

Stunned, Cole stood and reluctantly followed the two older boys.

Sammy was reading a book when Delayne came up behind him. He put his hand on the back of the boy's neck. "Time for a pony ride," he joked as Sammy turned to look at him.

Sammy's eyes said everything. He knew what was in store for him and he didn't want to go.

"You want another black eye?" Delayne said softly, but with obvious menace.

Sammy shook his head "no," and slowly got to his feet.

"We're gonna put on a show for Tony," Delayne laughed.

Cole watched as Sammy wriggled out of his jumpsuit and crawled on top of Delayne's bed. He positioned himself on all fours facing the open doorway. He put his head down, turned his face to the mattress and used his arms as a pillow. Delayne stripped down as well, and with a push stepped out of his briefs.

Cole couldn't believe what Delayne was packing.

"I love looking at your junk," Tony chuckled as Delayne started to massage an impressively long piece of meat.

"Yeah, I never worried about flashing it in the locker room," Delayne chuckled. He gave the thing a final stroke. "Show Time," he smiled once he was satisfied he was fully hard.

Cole watched as Delayne stepped over to a shelf above the stainless steel toilet. He took down a tube of hand cream and squeezed some onto the tip of his tool and used his hand to spread it over the head. Then he did the same for the shaft. Moments later he was on his knees behind Sammy.

Both Cole and Tony were standing by the door. Cole really didn't want to be there, but he had no choice. Sammy's eyes met his and they stared at one another knowing they were both powerless to prevent what was about to happen.

Tony tugged at Cole's arm, and they stepped inside.

Delayne pulled down Sammy's briefs just far enough that the boy's ass came into view. His ivory toned cheeks looked baby soft. The sight of that childlike rear end in comparison to the almost fully mature man behind it was incredible.

Delayne spread the boy's cheeks. Cole saw that Sammy's pucker was tight, but looked a bit puffy and slightly swollen. It appeared this wasn't the first time that Delayne had put his thing up the kid's butt. There was a squirting sound as Delayne pumped a glop of cream into Sammy's crack and spread it around. The kid's hole winked when it was touched. The boy flinched when Delayne pushed his finger inside.

"You like the feel of that don't you?" Delayne teased, turning his finger around in there before fucking it in and out a few times.

Sammy didn't reply.

"I said, don't you?" Delayne said more forcefully.

Sammy whimpered softly. "Yes."

Delayne pushed his finger deep and gave it a twist. "That's my boy," he smiled.

Cole closed his eyes when Delayne rubbed his cock head up and down the kid's crack. Cole couldn't imagine what it would feel like to have something that long pushed up your butt, and he didn't want to watch. Sammy yelped. Cole opened his eyes and saw several inches of Delayne's dick squeeze past the tiny opening and push into Sammy's rear end.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck," Sammy whimpered. He squirmed, moving his ass from side to side. Delayne slid back slightly and then pushed some more up there. Sammy tried to crawl away, but Delayne had him by the hips and pulled him back onto the thing.

It seemed to Cole that it took forever, but eventually Delayne was buried up to his balls. Sammy's ass quivered and his breathing was rapid and shallow. He continued to whimper softly as Delayne started a steady fucking motion. Sammy moved his legs further apart, perhaps hoping it would help make room for the thing. Delayne stopped for a moment, and Sammy sucked in a big breath and held it. Cole wondered if he was anticipating what might come next.

Delayne pulled himself almost all the way out and then slammed in hard, causing Sammy's head to skid forward on the bed. Sammy grunted each time Delayne repeated the move, and he repeated it often.

"I love when he does that," Tony smiled.

Sammy's eyes were now closed and his head all the way down as he obediently offered up his rear end to Delayne's probing dick. Unbelievably the curved tube seemed to go deeper with every thrust. As much as Cole wanted to stop watching, he couldn't take his eyes off the highly erotic scene. This was the first time he had ever seen a boy getting fucked, and boy was Sammy getting fucked!

The rhythmic slapping of Delayne's nuts against Sammy's ass was mesmerizing. Cole couldn't find any word for it other than, "hot." He stared at Delayne's balls as they swung back and forth.

Tony turned and looked at Cole. "That's gonna be you," he chuckled, "head down, ass up, and my dick so far up your butt you'll think it's gonna come out your mouth."

Cole looked away, his ass hole instinctively clenching tight.

The fucking continued without interruption. A bit later Cole heard the sound of Tony pulling down the zipper of his jumpsuit. "This is making me horny," he sighed as he fished out his dick. It was already hard and clearly ready to go. Tony nudged Cole and looked down, "Put your mouth on it."

Cole knew he didn't have a choice. He looked toward the bed and Sammy met his gaze. The kid's head was bouncing as Delayne pounded his ass.

"On your knees," Tony smiled as he gave his dick a wiggle, "and open wide. I want to see how far I can get this down your throat."

Cole slowly knelt in front of Tony and closed his eyes. Moments later he felt Tony's cock push into his mouth for the second time that day.

The room filled with the sounds of teen sex. Sammy's grunts and Cole's gags were ignored by the older boys.

When they reached the end, Delayne and Tony came at about the same time, filling their respective boys with blast after blast of cum. There were several gasps and groans, and then quiet.

"Fucking awesome!" Delayne said proudly when finally he had pulled his cock out of Sammy's ass. The kid's hole remained open for a moment and white stuff dribbled out.

Meanwhile, Cole finished swallowing Tony's cum. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, tears in his eyes from the workout. He looked up at Tony hoping he too was done.

Tony grinned and tapped his now softening dick against Cole's lips. "Finish your bottle, baby boy," he chuckled, and pushed the slimy thing forward one more time.

Cole opened his mouth and used his tongue on Tony's cock until it was clean.

Satisfied, Tony and Delayne smiled at one another and reached for their clothes.

"Fucking always makes me hungry," Tony grinned as he zipped up.

Delayne chuckled and they both headed for supper.

First chapter, tell me what you think. Send comments to Playbuddy123@yahoo.com thanks, Jon.