What dissipates prejudice every time? A stiff boner!
PEEKING INTO THE GARAGE by bawdypen
Chester Fairweather was a southern businessman and one of the leading members of the local KKK. His chaffeur was white, of course, and drove his new 1955 Oldsmobile. He'd sent him home to pick up some papers. When the man couldn't find them, he telephoned the office.
"Perhaps I put them in the top drawer. By the way, have you seen that scamp of mine? Summer vacation he usually finds a way to get into some kind o' trouble."
"I haven't seen him, sir."
"Well, check the garage. Don't bother him. Sometimes he works on projects out there. I don't want him to think I'm spying on him. Just take a peek."
"Yes, sir. The papers are here. I'll go check the garage." He put the phone down and went into the kitchen to crack open the adjoining door leading into the garage. The sight he saw was enough to cause him to pick up the nearby wall phone and whisper excitedly. "Sir, sir! He...he has a n-naked niggerboy out there!"
"What? Good, he's starting early. Probably gonna make the kid give him a blowjob. Gotta admit that's one thing niggers are good for. Big lips to wrap around a white cock! Bout time he got rid of his damned liberal ideas and started slapping his dick over a nigger's face. Don't let him see you, but give me a blow-by-blow description, willya, Dawson?" the man chuckled.
"Y-yes, sir." Kneeling, he peeked out the door again.
"Got his cock in his mouth yet? Makin' him blow him?"
The chaffeur looked at the pretty blond 16-year-old, who was now just as naked. "W-well...y-yes...'' he hesitated, "but I don't think he needs to be forced!"
"Figures. Niggers know their place, and fag niggers never miss a chance to suck on nice white dick!"
"Oh, sir, he's really...sucking away alright!"
"Yeah, I can feel those hot lips myself! Big and thick, made to suck the juice out of a man's balls. Used to get nigger boys to blow me all the time, too. Hell, I still do sometimes. Hold on." He punched the intercom. "Gladys, send in that mailboy. Yes, right away. What's happening now?"
"He's getting his balls licked, sir." His own cock was tenting his uniform trousers something fierce. He rubbed himself.
"Mmmm, long hot tongue on a pair of sweaty nuts, hunh? Uh, close the door, boy, and lock it. Don't give me that look. You know what I want. Now get over here and kneel down. Open up my pants. Yeah, now pull 'em all the way down. Hell, pull 'em off. I'm the fuckin' boss, ain't I? I can sit here and get sucked off all day if I want. Now wrap those big black lips around my fat knob and suck it."
Dawson was getting it from both ends. Watching the queer display in the garage, and hearing about another one over the phone. His whispers were tinged with breathless gasps.
"He still sucking his balls? Good. Here, boy, lick my smelly nuts. Wow, betcha like that, hunh? I can smell 'em from here! Wash 'em good, and keep lookin' up at me. I like to see the whites of a nigger's eyes when he services me."
"He's...he's back on the cock, sir! He's takin' every fuckin' inch, sir. If you'll excuse my language."
"That's alright, Dawson. Tell it to me in the crudest terms. We're talking hot, perverted sex here."
"Yes, sir. He's gagging a little, having so much meat in there. I think it's going right down his cocksucking throat! Sir!"
"Oooh. Must be a virgin. Really getting broken in, hunh? And cut the sir crap for now, willya; just make like a reporter. Let's match the activity I'm hearing, boy. Shove this cock down your worthless throat!"
"Oh, I've never seen a two-bit whore take cock down the throat like this kid!" Dawson gasped.
"He's really enjoying it, hunh? Kid knows he was born to suck cock already, right?"
"Right. That he was alright. Just born to do it!"
"So he ain't about to back off when that prick starts spewing then, right?"
"He's not gonna back off til he drinks every drop...from all indications that I can tell!"
"This boy ain't gonna back off either. Are you, Roger? No, I didn't think so. You oughta see this, Dawson. Pretty little nigger kid about 18...in a nigger-pretty sort of way, of course. Things get frustrating around here, I just call in Roger here. He blows prick real good. Only one you ever had in your mouth...right, Roger? Yeah, I thought so. You lying piece of shit. You probably blow all your brothers and your old man too! Niggerboys can't keep their mouths off pricks. You suck your daddy, doncha Roger? Yeh, I thought so. Just keep nodding like that. Makes my knob hit the roof of your mouth real nice."
"Oh, Oh, I don't believe this, sir. He's turning around. Now he's spreading his ass and showing off his asshole!"
"Yeah? I think I know what's coming next."
"He's got his face right there. He's sniffing it!"
"Mmmm. Lift my legs, boy. Sniff my smelly asshole til I tell you to stop. Just put your nose up there and keep breathing."
"He's holding that butt open. He's...he's saying how good it smells! I...I think he might have said something about it being nice and dirty, but I'm not sure. If he did, it sure don't matter. Cause he's licking!"
"Incredible! I think mine is, too. Any leftover shit on my asshole, Roger? Yeah? Well, start licking it away! You're good at that. All niggers are shit-lickers anyway. Tongue it off! That shit being licked off, Dawson?"
Dawson was agitating his own prick rapidly. "Oh, it certainly is! Every dirty morsel!"
"Yeah? Mine, too! Tell me, can you see how dirty his asshole is?"
"No chance! That big black bottom's much too dark to tell!"
"Wha-what?"
"Woops! Uh...uh..." He'd slipped.
"What are you saying, Dawson?" The man became alarmed.
"Uh, sir, everything I've been describing is true alright, but...I'm sorry to say...it's your son Toby that's been doing all this dirty stuff."
"WHAT?!!" he screamed into the telephone. "MY SON'S SUCKING ON A NIGGER'S DIRTY ASSHOLE?!! Why didn't you tell me this?" Roger pulled his mouth away and began to laugh uproariously.
"I'm s-sorry, sir. I jus' couldn't..." the mailboy grinned.
"And sucking a filthy nigger dick?!! Shut the fuck up, Roger, before I slap the shit out of you!" Roger backed away and stood up. He kept the grin on his face, picturing the man's pretty white son sucking on a black brother's long cock and licking his asshole. He had an erection and brazenly stood there rubbing it.
Fairweather noticed, but merely scowled. He had other concerns. "How...how can this be?" He tried to calm down. "What could possibly drive him to such outrages!"
"I don't know, sir, but perhaps this will make you feel better. They're laughing and giggling now, and it looks like...yes, they're trading places! Your son's showing him his big boner, and...and wow! That nigger's really going to town on it!"
"Well, damn, it's about time. Jeez, how could this happen? If the other Klan members ever find out! What could make him do that so willingly?" He glanced up. Roger had his clothes off and he was stroking his long, hard, black cock. Thick and juicy...longer than his own.
"THIS would make him do it!" Roger smiled lewdly, stepping up.
Fairweather stared at the immense prick. Very, very involuntarily he licked his lips. Also involuntarily, his cock twitched. He took a deep breath, realizing he'd been holding it.
"Uh, wh-what's happening now?" he asked into the telephone, still staring nervously as Roger approached closer...waving it.
"Oh, I don't believe this!" Dawson cried. "Your son's sitting up on the workbench. He's lifting his legs and spreading his ass. He's either growing hair, or he's got an obvious ring of shit around his asshole! Either way, that nigger's sayin' it smells hot! And if it is, he's sure licking the crap off it! Woops, it is. Toby's crying out now."
"Crying? Why? He finally come to his senses?"
"No sir. Crying out. Tellin' the nigger boy to `lick his shit'! Askin' if it tastes as good as what he licked off! Guess that answers that, Mr. Fairweather." Dawson gulped.
As if in a trance, Fairweather pulled the phone away and spoke to Roger. "My son's getting his shitty asshole sucked."
"Bring 'im on over here, suh. I'll suck it for him! Suck yours, suck his. But what're you gonna do with this?" He waved his prick.
"Shit, buster. I'm gonna be thrown out of the Klan anyway. Put it in my mouth. Let's see what hot nigger dick tastes like!"
"Sir, sir!" Dawson hissed into the phone, hearing the exchange. But all he heard after that was the sound of the receiver hitting the desk top--and loud, noisy slurps of cocksucking! He pulled out his prick and started to masturbate while he watched Toby getting rimmed.
"Ooooh, youse a good boss, Missa Fairweather. Youse a real good boss! I always knowed you'd like it. Goin' right to town, aincha? Gonna suck hot nigger scum from muh big, black balls, aincha? No, no. Just nod. I likes ta see a white fella's look when he blows on muh big dick! Youse just keep ona suckin'! You want I should put that phone back to your ear so's you can hear what your lily white son's doin' with that nigger back home? Okay." He held it to the man's ear, but not before speaking into it. "Mistuh Dawson? Keep tellin' him what's happenin'...he cain't talk right now. He's too busy suckin' muh big, black prick!"
"Oh, my! Oh, this is wonderful! Can you hear me? I'm sorry, sir, but I'm masturbating right now. This is the hottest thing I've ever seen! That nigger boy? Well, he's done licking Toby's asshole clean. He even stuck his tongue up inside and washed it out! But now he's gonna shove that big thing up his tail. Right where his tongue was! And Toby's kneeling there sayin' ta shove it all the way in, and how he...how he wishes his old man could be seein' this!"
That made Chester Fairweather suck on that monstrous black cock even harder! He used one hand to heft the boy's heavy balls, with the other he started to stroke the firm, round ebony bottom. He even rubbed his finger over Roger's asscrack and tickled his moist anus.
"Oooh, youse c'n dig in there, suh! But first..." He reached around and brought the man's hand forward, forcing his finger under his nose to sniff while he sucked cock. The alarmed expression on Fairweather's face only made Roger grin. He noticed that the man wasn't pulling away. "Sniff that finga good. Here, let me rub it over your lips and get it wet. Then you c'n stuff it back in."
"Toby's getting the fuck of his life!" Dawson gasped. "He ain't gonna be good for nothing but big cocks from now on. He's flipped on over and got his legs up over the black boy's back. I'd say from the way he's squealin' and pulling that buck's ass tighter, he's done this before. Holy shit, now they're kissing! Aw, jeez, he's suckin' on the nigger's tongue!"
Fairweather went cross-eyed! He pictured his precious, only son, taking that black monster up his rearend like a bitch slut. Roger was gasping from the wild blowjob...and the finger now totally imbedded up his ass. He sucked the boy's knob and squirmed his finger deeper up inside the warm shithole in wider circles. Roger spread his legs further apart, letting the man play around in there. He kept tightening and loosing his ass muscles, letting the man know it was feeling good. Fairweather thought so. Besides finding out how much he enjoyed having a prick in his mouth...and a black one at that!...he never knew playing up a guy's shithole could be so much fun. He got a quick flash of how it'd be to finger-fuck his chaffeur!
"Sir? I think these two are lovers! They're just slobbering all over each other!"
Roger still held the receiver, able to hear what was said. He spoke loud enough to make sure Dawson heard his words, too.
"Worm dat finga deeper up muh asshole, suh! Mmmm. Mebbe some time we can get you 'n me 'n pretty Toby 'n Dawson, and that black brother your son's gettin' fucked by...and all have a fine time! Oh, yeah! CRAM IT UP THERE! Wanna pull it out and smell it agin'? Okay, go 'head."
Fairweather dragged his slimy digit out and slowly brought it around again. He glanced at it, looking it over, then put it under his nose. Looking up, he smelled Roger's shit stink! Roger gave him such a sexy, lewd look that he sniffed louder. He knew exactly what that was telling the boy...that he liked it!
"Oh, youse a good boss! Go 'head, I won't tell nobody," he squealed in a higher voice, "suck on it! My dick'll hold. See if you'd like to putchur face up muh crack and lick muh black ass like I done ta you."
For the first time in many minutes, Fairweather had his mouth free. He gasped for breath, but instead of saying a word, he put the dirty finger into his mouth and tasted it! Sucked it! Cleaned it thoroughly!
Dawson heard it all, and expected the man to say something. But all he heard were sensuous moans as the man sucked his own finger of the boy's buttscum! Dawson blasted a load all over the kitchen door. His cock exploded and cum ran down the door in rivers! It made him cry out, and Toby looked that way, hearing him. He was alarmed until he saw the chaffeur standing there with his big dick dribbling. He chuckled.
"Just the chaffeur blowing his wad," Toby chuckled. "Sneaky bastard. Now fuck the shit outta me, baby, and get your mouth down. Oh, I love the way you can fuck and suck at the same time. I'm gonna blast off!"
Pushing the door wider, now that he knew he'd been caught, Dawson flicked his cock of excess cum and picked up the phone. In an evil taste of sadism, he said loudly, "Yes, Mr. Fairweather. That nigger cock is shooting a tremendous load up Toby's asshole right now!"
"DAD?!" Toby gasped, losing it. "AW, FUCK MY BRAINS OUT, BABY! MY FATHER KNOWS YOU'RE FUCKING ME RIGHT NOW. FUCK MY ASS OFF!"
Fairweather heard his son's screaming voice. In a fit of perverse delight, he hoped that nigger cock was going deep enough to come out Toby's mouth. Good for him! He...well, he had Roger bent over. He had Roger's smelly ass in his face and he was licking the tasty shithole!
Chester's cock was dripping, and he didn't know how long he could take this excitement. But after a thorough rimming, Roger moved away and got down on the floor. He stuck his ass up in the air.
"FUCK ME! DRIVE THAT SWEET WHITE COCK UP MUH TAIL AND FUCK THIS DIRTY, NIGGER ASS!"
Seeing him down like that, with his face looking back in the sexiest, lewdest invitation, Fairweather lifted the receiver and stood up. "I'm gonna fuck me a sweet nigger asshole, Dawson! I jus' sucked on it and now I'm gonna fuck it! Tell my son to keep that nigger jizz up his ass cause I just might wanna suck it out later!" He slammed the phone down and crouched behind Roger. Slick as shit and smooth as butter, he impaled the hot boy in a flash! He knocked the wind out of Roger, but the kid came back quickly with a deep, satisfying groan.
Blushing, Dawson stuffed his prick away. But not knowing if the man was kidding or not, and used to obeying orders, he walked into the garage. "Boss says you're to keep that nigger jizz up your ass cause he might wanna suck it back out!"
"Wh-what?!!" Toby cried with a confused laugh. He was just putting his legs down and his partner was moving away nervously.
"Uh, figure he was kiddin' but...well, you know that mailboy, Roger? Well, he's got his dick up the kid's tail right now. I've been telling him everything you've been doing since you started. I think you not only fucked this nigger, but you fucked up your old man. He's been blowin' Roger and licking his ass all this time. Now he's fucking him!"
"Well, I'll be a sonofabitch!" Toby laughed. "Jeez, you're in the Klan, too, Dawson. You gonna tell on him?" He asked this with a decidedly delicious feeling.
"N-naw, I can't squeal on my own boss. Besides," he blushed again, "I kinda got all turned on by it all...as you could see."
"Yeah!" the black boy giggled.
"Sure did," Toby agreed. "Say, you think we could get that fat prick of yours to stand up again?"
"Hunh? M-mine?" Dawson gasped.
"Sure, you handsome stud. I always did want to blow you. Come on, we'll both work you over...front and back. Ever had your ass licked?"
"N-no!"
"Well, get those fuckin' pants off. Now that you're gonna be an ex-Klan member, we'll show you what you've been missing." He winked at his friend. "You've never felt nothing like having a long, nigger tongue squirming up your asshole! I'll put mine up there, too, while he sucks you off!"
"I...uh...gee. I shouldn't..."
"Why not? Looks like you'd better get used to it. Between Dad and me, there just might be a lot of hot niggers hanging around! Come on, let him get back there while I suck your dick."
"Yeah, I hope he smells good!" Toby's friend gushed. "Sure do like smellin' on white guys' asses!"
"Looked as though you like eating 'em out, too!" Dawson blurted with a trace of automatic sarcasm. He never hated niggers as much as some of them, but he still held onto those old prejudices.
"Bend your butt over and find out!" he laughed.
"Sure," he scowled, "lick my ass!" He dropped his pants and bent over quickly and bared his butthole with his hands. But nothing happened. He looked at Toby.
"Cuss and spit all you want, Dawson. He don't mind it," Toby grinned. "But you get nothing until you take those pants OFF!"
"Oh...yeah...okay," he sputtered, straightening up. His cock was already sticking out hard and stiff, giving away his eager- ness. He kicked off his shoes and yanked his trousers off. "You, uh, think your dad was serious about sucking your ass?"
"Who knows?" Toby giggled. "Could very well be. By now he's probably dropped his load and he's down there sucking it out of Roger's ass!"
Fairweather sucked and sucked! Globs of his own jizz were being shitted out into his mouth as Roger squeezed hard to squirt it out.
After the man had fucked him to a delirious orgasm, he got down and licked the cum off the floor after cleaning his dick. Partly because he was thankful, partly because he liked it, and mostly because the man demanded it, Roger sucked the dirty prick that had recently come up...and out of...his asshole!
Fairweather had continued his lewd invectives...saying how a nigger oughta suck his dick clean after getting fucked...and lick up his own niggershit...but Roger just slapped his long tongue over the smelly prick and licked off his balls, saying, "Yassuh, yassuh! I jus' loves cleanin' up big, dirty white dicks like this!" He exaggerated it enough to make the man laugh. Not enough to stop him, but once he'd finished he pulled the boy up and kissed him on the mouth.
"Mmm! Kiss me, niggerboy! Damn, you're such a hot sexy animal!" He gushed various thoughts between slobbering over the mailboy and getting his own tongue sucked on. "Lost it. We lost what it....was all...about! Kept those damned slaves...cause they wanted to eat 'em! Can't fool me no more now. Musta had a mandingo in their bunks every night. Yeah, fuckin' and suckin' nigger boys like you all that time. Drivin' their tongues up those sweet...oh, so sweet buttholes every chance they got." He licked wildly into Roger's ear. "Bet they didn't give them niggers no toilet paper, either. Yeah, lotsa things we don't know!"
Roger gently pushed him away and smirked at him sexily. "Youse sayin' you'd like ta lick muh nigger sheeit?"
Fairweather blushed, but then grinned. "You little honey chocolate boy, I already did! Sucked it right off my finger, and you know it."
"And jus' like a white man should, too! I wuz jus' wonderin' if ya was talkin' about a turd and all. I mean, ya shore got all dirty in a real quick manner. I'm jus' sayin' I got anything you might want!"
"Hmmm, interesting. Betcha'd do the same thing, hunh?"
Roger grinned and reached back to stick his finger up Fairweather's asshole a tiny ways. "You knows us, boss. Nigga ain't no good if he don't lick a white man's shit!"
Fairweather coughed nervously. "Kid...Roger...reach down and pull my wallet out of my trousers. Now...pull out that first card. We gotta choice. Either you tear up that membership card, or at the next meeting I'm gonna nominate you president of the local Klan!"
"Gee, boss, would that mean I'd gets ta wear one o' them pretty robes an' hood and lick lotsa white dicks?!"
"Tear it up, you little fruit. I'd go over there and tell 'em all how good you fellas taste, but I know it wouldn't do any good."
"Heh! S'pose you're right. Only way one of them would get my black balls in their mouth would be to bite 'em off!"
"Probably. But you know? I think that's an impossibility. That's why white guys don't go around biting off nigger balls. I knew it beforehand, and I think every other white guy knows somehow that once he gets a taste of a nigger's balls there ain't no way he'd wanna do anything but suck and smell 'em!"
"Yeah? Well, I ain't gonna have no job if I don't haul my black ass back downstairs."
"You're forgetting I'm the boss, Roger."
"So?" He swaggered his head back and forth in mock unimpressiveness and put his hand on his hip. "What am I suppose ta say? That I wuz up here smellin' the boss man's stinky butthole? That I wuz jammin' muh prick down 'is cocksuckin' throat! I thinks mebbe you'd better make a call and say I wuz busy up here lickin' stamps or sumthin'!"
Fairweather laughed. "Just tell them you were helping me move some furniture around and to call me if necessary."
"Okay." He stopped at the door and put his hand on his hip again. "Say, when am I gonna get a crack at fuckin' that luscious brown hole of yours?"
Chester thought for a moment. "Hmmm. Maybe soon...maybe soon."
Roger threw him a kiss as he went out the door.
"Nelly little faggot!" Chester muttered to himself. "Maybe sooner!"
Dawson was totally naked now. He had a tongue up his ass and a big black cock in his mouth. By this time, it didn't matter that the cock had recently been up Toby's rectum. He'd already licked both boys' assholes, and now Toby was back there again-- shoving his tongue up his ass in preparation for his prick.
"Oh, if your dad knew I was doing this."
"He'd take pictures!" Toby laughed and licked some more.
"No, he'd fire me!"
"Hell, he'd fire Mom first! From what you said, he'd probably come in here and blow your brains out...with his mouth!"
"Toby, maybe we shouldn't do this..."
"Hold on, stud!" He slipped the head of his pecker up the chaffeur's moist, gaping asshole. Dawson gasped...then groaned. Those two horny tongues had loosened him up beyond imagination. Now...feeling that cock going in...well, it was something unimaginable! Like the nigger cock he'd been sucking on...and went right back to after begging Toby to push it in all the way. He was screaming at the top of his lungs. Never had he felt anything this good!
Smiling contentedly, Chester saw the phone. He picked it up and listened...figuring it had gone dead by now. Instead, he heard Dawson begging for his son's cock deeper up his ass! "Shit. Gonna have some fun with that handsome bastard, too!" He broke the connection.
Dawson had fucked black chicks before. Hell, before today he thought nobody could suck a dick like a nigger girl. Now he thought about asking some of them if they had brothers who were cocksuckers! Cause the kid 69ing beneath him was sure blowing good. So good, in fact, that he really worried if he was doing the nigger boy justice with his own mouth. Damn, he was sure trying to suck this big thing right, but hell, he'd never had a prick in his mouth before this. Well, not since he was eleven, anyway.
"Ah, jeez!" He sucked and sucked. "This is so good!" He sucked and sucked. "Up my ass!" He sucked and licked balls, deciding he wanted to keep talking. "Pork me, Toby! Oh! Sometime I want this big black cock up my ass, too!"
"How about now? We all came before. Why not make this one last? We got lots of time to get our rocks off."
"Yeah! Yeah! Ooooh!" he squealed as Toby pulled his cock out with a loud squish. Instead of waiting for them to trade places, Dawson jumped around and sat his ass right down on that fat black dick, driving it up inside in one fast thrust. Then he began to bounce up and down.
Toby wagged his abandoned dick around and waved it over his boyfriend's face. Quick as a flash, that tongue come out and started licking it! Dawson gave out a loud gasp as he saw the nigger boy licking the smelly cock that just came from his virgin asshole. "Ooooh!" He began to bounce even harder, watching the black lips eagerly tasting the scum from his butt!
His cock was flipping up and down, too, but he kept it untouched...fearful that he'd come too fast. Maybe these cocksuckers could hold back, but he wasn't so sure he could. Not with this filthy display. The black boy was sucking the prick now, giving Toby a hot blowjob. He reached down and finger-fucked Toby's wet asshole while he skewered his ass down harder and enjoyed that totally-stuffed feeling.
Toby straightened up. "Kiss me, fucker!" he demanded.
Dawson opened his mouth and leaned forward, hungry to taste the cute young blond's spit and all. He didn't care how many nigger assholes he'd sucked, now that he'd sucked one himself. Hungrily, they traded spit and took turns sucking on each other's tongues. When Dawson started to shake and gasp, Toby quickly went down on the man. His mouth was instantly filled with hot, scalding cum. He squeezed the shaft and swallowed down the chaffeur's load. Dawson's eyelids were fluttering wildly the whole time he was coming, and he felt the big cock shoot a ton up his ass. He also heard the niggerboy choking and gagging on Toby's load!
With a loud, exhausted sigh, he lifted his ass off the big cock and fell to the side. Dazed and confused, he watched Toby lift the slimy black cock and lick it. He couldn't tell if there was any shit on it, but as far as the stud had had that thing up his butt...there must be. Toby smiled at him while he tongued the goo off!
"Wanna taste?" he asked. Dawson cringed. Things were different now. Suddenly, he felt like heaving. Quickly, he got up and ran from the garage. They both laughed and Toby contined to clean the prick off.
"Good thing he didn't see us licking each other's turds!"
"Yeah. Any shit on my dick?"
"Mmmm, some. Kinda tangy, but not as good as yours!"
"Get some on your lips and kiss me!"
Dawson hung his head over the toilet, but he didn't heave. Instead, he felt rather silly. Hell, nothing else had bothered him, why did the sight of his own buttstuff being licked disgust him? He felt a wetness running down the back of his legs and realized his asshole was leaking. Quickly, he put his hand back there and scooped it up. Looking at it, he checked it out. His fingers were covered with hot, nigger jizz. He tasted it, liked it, then sucked his fingers clean. Immediately, he was out of his bad mood, and began to scoop the stuff up and eat it! Holding his hand back there as he squatted, he managed to squirt some out of his ass. Several times he did this...each time licking it up!
"Having fun?" Toby giggled. Dawson looked around to see both boys watching him. He froze in embarrassment and blushed furiously! Toby walked in.
"Here, let's do this right," he said, getting down. "Shit that hot jizz right in my mouth and I'll save it for you!"
Dawson gasped, feeling the boy's lips on his gaping, exposed anus. He pushed...hard...after getting his hole licked out. He didn't know just what, but he knew he'd squirted something wet into Toby's mouth!
"Mmm. Mmmm," Toby moaned, getting up. Holding his mouth closed, he pressed it to the chaffeur's lips. Moaning in frustration and defeat, Dawson opened his mouth. Hot, shit- tasting cum poured over his tongue. He would have spit it out if Toby hadn't begun to kiss him just then. So...he slurped and swallowed! Hot nigger jizz spiked with his own assjuices and this pretty blond boy's spit. Heavenly! He didn't even mind that the nigger boy was finger-fucking his asshole now.
Anyway, that led to another round before Chester called to be picked up. The boys decided to ride along...naked in the back of the limo!
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