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Raw Recruits. Chapter 20.
Still on the road home with Bo
'Barrup! Bram! Bam!'
Everybody jerked their raspers out of their respective buddy body part and looked to the door....
"Back to work, faggots...'iss prob'ly the office punk on his break with my chow. You get back to yur own chowin'!" Hobbs called over his shoulder as he went to the door.
His massive hog hung long, sleek, black, and thick and shimmered from teen spitslick in the light of the parking lot. The kid from the motel office handed up the bag of stuff Hobbs had asked him to get earlier.
The young dude was bustin' to see into the room which reeked of funk and fuck that wafted up into the dude's face and nose. He rubbed his itchy prick through his jeans not wanting to take his eyes off Hobbs' humongous tool, but still trying to see some of the action inside.
Hobbs cupped the back of the teener's head in the palm of his hand, and said, "You thinks yuh wanna play, boy?"
The kid was so fuckin' horny and anxious for whatever the fuck was happenin' just inside, that he just nodded rapidly, breathlessly, almost whispering, "Ohh yehhh!" rubbing frantic on his cock through his pants now,
"Yeww thinks yo' man enuff?" Hobbs goaded the fool punk.
"C'moaan, Trav! getcher ass a'movin'! Yur break's gonna be ovah and we ain't chased shit in this one horse town tuhnight!" came the prodding from his four buds in the car revvin' out in the center of the lot, wantin' to go find them some pussy.
The motel kid shot a hand out toward the car to calm them down, without missin' a beat and blurted out, "Oh, yehhh...yessss...sir! I be tooled and reddd-deee! and I sure am man enuff! I got me mah fust piece'a tail when I wuz jes' 10 y'ar old...mah tenth birfday, matter'a fack! You knows ahm ready, suhhh! Yessuh!" he was hunching and knee-bending wantin' so bad to get into whut he didn't know nuthin' about whut was happenin'....just wanted the fuck INNN!
With the bag of feed in one hand held up like a waiter does from underneath, and the young dude, 'Trav'.... trying to peek under Hobbs' elbow, Hobbs rubbed his broad chin with the other hand. He was looking out at the car with them four other whitie pullets just about as flaming fuckin' hot as the one he had right in front of him beggin' for play, and said, "W'alllll....lammee thank on'iss fer a few...." and shut the door leaving ol' Trav streamin' prefuck in his jeans! Trav was crazed and might'a about started hump-fuckin' the door jamb if........
"Doah's open, bowieee!" Hobbs called from inside, and Travis burst through the door and it banged off the wall reshutting itself....standing baldfaced, droolin' and spitting spray saying, " Ohh mann 'iss' is great man. Thank yuh fer 'vitin' me in. I can't wait to fun with y'all!"
All Trav saw was three white tails, sticking straight up at the ceiling... the hands underneath each butt were pushing up and holding them in position.
His cock musta doubled in size at the thought'a fuckin' him some prime pussy flesh, THREE TIMES OVERRRRR!!!
Hobbs was sprawled out in all his blackness on the matching bed next to the one them tight asses was warming up for ol' Trav. Travis was so fuckin' crazed shedding his drawers he didn't really get a good look at the 'pussy' treasure he was thinkin' he was hot for.
Hobbs kept pulling on his ebony truncheon which shone wickedly in the bed table's light and then he called Trav over with a, "Heah boy....y'all gonna like'iss."
Travis' wasn't lying when he said he was MORE than ready fer some hot ass.....that fucking kid was hung like a damn hoss!
"How big yo' is 'ere boy!" Hobbs asked as the boy approached Hobbs in all the boldness of the cocksure cuss he was.
He pulled the boy down on the bed next to him, and Hobbs fitted the boy's raspberry freckled hand to that big black boy pleaser of his.
"Evah felt anything like it, bowieeee?" Hobbs asked.
Knowing the answer from Trav's trembling hand, he moved it up and down on that slick mantrunk. After several up'n downs, the boy was looking mesmerized. It's not clear he knew where he was. All he knew now was the scent of fuck emanating from the precum sludge oozing out Hobbs' winking pisshole, and that of the earlier fuck-around Hobbs and the boys had before Travis was invited to join.
In a most smoothe but very pointed move Hobbs' big hand stronged up around Travis' neck and the young motel clerk was being fitted mouth, lips and tongue around a blackness the size of which he'd never imagined in all his borned days.
His eyes were poppin' out his head as his throathole felt the magnificent size of that horsedong seeking bottom, and then Trav was so relieved to be allowed off the end of it, just to swash it over with his tongue which was swirling that mouthful of prick like he'd done it all his life!
He'd have heard Hobbs' fingers snapping behind his buttnaked boyness if he was truly aware of anything...but he didn't, and he didn't feel the six hands stripping him of his shirt, and sneaks, socks, or the rumbled jeans and shorts curled around them at his feet.
He must have felt the tongue at his hole, the one sucking in his balls and the mouth on his 8 incher 'cause he seemed to redouble his now two-handed grip on Hobbs root while slopping over that masthead! He just kept woofin' on big black hog like there wasn't no tomorrow.
His gasping, breathless wheezing and squirming showed all Hobbs had to see of the young tool. Hobbs picked Travis up with one hand around his waist and eased him butt down over his belly where he then proceeded to raise the punk doof onto 'big blackie' and slowly, gently ease him down while the other three buttheads still worked his hole, nuts and dick with their tongues. There was man and boy sex all over the young dude.
It was Jameson whose tongue was up inside Travis as Hobbs' cock started up the new trainee's treasure trove.
Barry had become so enamored of all Hobbs had to offer that he stayed right on that massive fucktool till it completely disappeared up into Travis!
Who said beauty is only skin deep....it is truly at least 11 inches deep.....and driving!
Hobbs' big-assed smile was all white teeth and blackness in the dimly lit room as Travis felt the thrill of a ride he never thought he'd be taking. Up and down they went slowly and Bo, Twinkster and Barry were all around him biting his nipples, sucking his bobbing prick and sucking out his pits. Soon enough Barry was back down at the teener's buttslot and trying to get his tongue up that tightly jammed hotbox with all he could muster. He settled for licking what he could when Travis rose up each time. He loved licking at Trav's anal skins being pulled out of him every time Hobbs' meat reemerged.
Soon Travis was rolled over onto his back and Hobbs power drove the punk tool into the mattress. He loved how the air phoofed out of him each time he rammed his prize pullet.
Now he pulled two of the others to each side of Travis' head and had them feed their two cocks into his slobbering mouth. The kid was a fucking natural! He couldn't get those two cocks deep enough! "Dayammmmm, boy!!! Yo' is belongin' to diss my l'il sweetbread! Betcher honky buds outside din't know you'd like to be working their tools like a fine honed machine ehhh?"
Hmmmmm...that'd be a fact for sure. Welll, maybe not. After all, there had to be a few rounds of finding out what the other kid's got hanging back behind the barn some of these last years as the horny young dudes found out their dicks wasn't just for pissing.
It might even be that while Travis lay to black meat for the first time, and h ad him some white boy play, he might actually be remembering his really first time with Bobby Jay in the hayloft when they slipped away from the baling job to grab some shuteye all them years ago.
Anyways, so much for his buds outside. There'd been a ruckus of whoops and yowls out in the lot about 5 minutes after the door slammed shut behind Travis. With about 3 horn blasts and a whine of burnt rubber, Travis' buds were off to find whatever cunt was still crawling the streets after the bars closed. Any money on it that they didn't find nothing but each others dicks before the night was over? 'Specially since one of them cunt stalkers in that car was Bobby Jay!
Hobbs was at his choreographing best as he moved the boys into this contortion and that to keep their assholes, hands and mouths full, while giving Travis the fucking of a lifetime!
He leaned to Travis, and was breath-to-breath with the teendude's double cocked mouth when he growled, "Yuh luvs it don'tchu honkyboy! Tell Daddy Hobbs yuh luvs it and don't want it nevah to stop."
"Thwwukkff! Phuvvit! Uggghhcch! Thwevuhskoppff!" Travis tried to repeat. The fever in that tool's hole was to behold! If that could only be recorded, scrapbooked and relived again and again after the first reamage at the end of an 11 inch horse fat prick like he was gripping with his toyboy tight hole that very second!
Hobbs at last had his fill of fresh honky, and turned his charge over to his serf team of faggots that would take Travis through his paces. Barry, Twinker and Bo got the thrill of their first fuck since they swooned for Hobbs on the bus. Up till then all they did was serve....now they were going to have their first chance to 'service'.
Mannnn! and service they did. Travis was crawling balls naked from dude to dude to beg for the chance to give his ass to them. Just when he'd get one dick, balls deep into his mouth, there was another, and another! Then he'd see his feet curled above his head as the boys tried to feed Trav his own dick while they gang-plowed his hole one after the other and again and again!
True, Travis was way past his hour break, but in fact Travis learned all about life anew in just 90 butt-filling minutes!
Hobbs didn't want any attention by the motel owners if they came looking for their clerk...even if he really was 'serving' the clientele. Hobbs dragged his horny ass off the bed and took one of the boy's feet from it's perch above and behind Bo's neck and dragged the kid into the bathroom, where he shoved him into the shower on the floor and turned the spray on. "Yowwwwwwwwwww!' Trav screamed from the shock of the cold water on his fuck-steaming body. Jameson was assigned to Travis to get him dried, dressed and returned to the outside world of boring motel clerkdom.
Meanwhile, Hobbs was back in the bedroom with Bo and Twinker applying their tasters to his massive torso. Twink was under Hobbs' balls when Trav longingly rubbed his pecker through his jeans as he came back through the outer room with Barry.
Travis' heart was beating out of his chest as he stopped to watch the new arrangement of toyteens forlornly, as Bo weakly smiled and bounced on Hobbs' boyplow, with his fine pinky-white tool bobbing and slapping at Twink's head burrowed under Hobbs' huge balls.
Hobbs crooked a finger at the sappy kid who rushed to the bedside and slipped to his knees pursing his lips on Hobbs' reddish brown nipple. Hobbs' reached down and closed his fist in Travis' crotch through his jeans and squeezed till the boy squealed and threw his head back in tears. Hobbs' hand slipped up around the kid's neck and pressed the black-needy fucker's lips to where he was holding Bo up so Travis could get one more taste of that mancock from hell!
His face dug, and burrowed until he could get both lips on Hobbs' teenboy joygiver. He sucked and drooled and gasped for air, not wanting to leave what he knew he'd need again and again! Somehow, both he and Hobbs knew, it wouldn't be long till Hobbs was back at the motel to give the fire-hot young tooltail what he so cravenly needed!
With a yank and a shove, Travis was out from under Bo's boytail and was being ushered to the door by Barry Jameson. Hmmmm...it seemed Barry was not forgetting the chance he had to work some tool through Travis earlier, and just before he opened the door, he turned and just looked at the floor and then Travis' face....
Travis slowly kneeled and took Barry's dick in his mouth....and what was supposed to be just a goodbye 'cockslopping kiss' turned into a full 'blown' suck job! Before it was over and Barry shot his wad over the punk's tongue, he had him bent over backward, and arched up on his hands, facefucking Travis in a power-driving frenzy to climax!
Jameson pulled out of his cocksucker's mouth, and the trembling kid fell to the floor.
Jameson opened the door and without a word or a look, Travis just crawled out the door and Barry shut it behind him.
Hobbs called Barry over to the bedside and shoved Bo off his meaty boner, dragging Barry up onto it facing him. He then thunderously slapped Barry forehand and backhand over and over till the poor fucked up salesman burst into tears while bouncing his lilly white ass on Hobbs billyclub. His cries were like hiccup gasps as he bobbed on the huge mandick again and again.
"DON'T you nevah take liberties wiff my propitty, faggot! Nevah! Nevah! Nevah!" 'SMACK!' 'SMACK!' 'SMACK!' the face slamming went on.
Barry cried and cried long after there were no more tears to stream down his face.
Some time later, Hobbs pulled the young man down to his chest and coddled him, petting the back of his head and neck, explaining that if Barry was ever going to be a perfect houseboy for Hobbs, he has to learn everything quickly so as to be able to please Hobbs 100% from the outset. "Yu unnerstand thet, boi?"
Barry whimpered into Hobbs neck under his ear and a tiny "Yesssir!" could barely be heard.
Back at Hobbs' asshole, Bo and Twink were working in tandem to happy their special black man...especially after what they saw happen to Jameson.
It was getting light out and Twinker's early bus would be arriving, so Hobbs sent him to the shower. The night was a blur to the cute blond twink as he turned his head up into the spray to waken himself for the day and his ride home.
He wondered if this night would...could...ever repeat itself for him. The thrill of the friction fever in his hole as that massive cock plowed him inside out! He whipped hard and fast on his smoothe and slender boy pud and was bucking and buckling and "Ohmigod....so gooood sogooood!" the boy called out to himself just above a whisper! Could he ever have again what Hobbs gave him this day????
When the naked slip of a boy came into the front room, he found Bo smuzzled onto a pillow with Barry sitting at his head fuck-feeding his cock into Bo's mouth as the boy took Hobbs' training tool in rapid-fire ham-slamming rammage.
Twinky watched in awe as the big man's ebony butt slot yawed open on outstroke and sealed for the pounding rut-fuck! He was dressing himself from the cloths strewn across the floor, and when he sat on the end of the bed to pull his sneaks on, the vibrations of the three quivering bodies, rutting in the throes of a wondrous fuck overtook the toy twink and he just laid into the big black hole and smooshed his lips and curl-hardened his tongue till he could get the last and best of the big man he might never have again.
Ohhhhhhhhhh! The sweat....that superheated slot....the funk and sex of it all consumed the young kid. He fucking couldn't get enough. He sucked and chewed and gnawed, humming, groaning, growling and even finger diddled the great manhole to make even more room for his voracious tongue!
Hobbs, for maybe the first time since he pulled Bo onto his hambone the day before on the bus, was truly crazed....needy...in serious fucking need....to fuck the living shit out of his awesome bungholer!
With one huge hand and beefy arm, he grabbed and swung Twinkster up on top of Bo's back, yanked the kid's freshly dressed butt, bareassed naked and pulling his prick from Bo he plowed into Twink with a raging fury of fiery lust!
He roared his approval as he sank balls deep into that cuteyboi hole, and cried out for joy as he nutted so powerfully up inside the trembling boy.
Twinky's dream did come true! He did have another chance. A chance to ride the forbidden....the black of it....the black fuck of it! The thrill of the steam friction heat on every nerve ending up his asshole. There would never be anything like it...and now he knew...he knew...it would always be the same...it would feel this good EVERY time...not just the first time.
While his just drained balls gave up a whole nother wad of boyjoyjizz, he looked into his black daddy's face and smiled a love....a love of cock! A love....of BLACK COCK!
Hobbs licked the boy's face...up his chin, over his lips and eyes and into his hair. He consumed the kid's mouth on return with those big rubbery lips....his spit gushed through Twink's mashed lips and out over the boy's tongue. 'Oh god! I love it! I love it! I fuckin' love'iss' echoed in Twink's mind as the big man separated their faces, picked the boy up and stood him on his feet with the kid reaching down to redress himself.
Twink stared as that semi-flacid 11 inch tool hung and swung below Hobbs' muscled black belly while tightening his belt once more.
His tongue swabbed across his lips as he watched Hobbs' huge truncheon harden and rise in its heat-seek of Bo's winking butthole again.
Hobbs smacked the kid's ass hard and shook him loose to make his bus.
The bright morning sun blazed across the big black ass rut-reaming him some honkyboy tail as Twink went out and turned to watch one more time.....
His hand dug inside the waistband of his jeans as he started to pull the door shut. With just a crack still open, he peered in and heard, "Take it yu whiteyfaggot! You need it boi! Tell Daddy you needs it!"
"OhhhhhhhhhhhDaddddddeeeeee! I-I-I-I-I-I-I-yiiiiiiiiii NEEEEEDIT S-o-o-o-o-o-o badddddddd!!!"
Twink's knees buckled and he slumped into the door jamb as he pulled the door shut with his hand wet and sticky from the fresh boy gooooze drooling from his prick. He licked the door frame as he pulled himself up and made for the street out to bus station.
He could feel gushing blackman sperm in his tail when his cheeks rubbed side-to-side as he walked. He fished that hand out from around his cock and worked in back and down into his slimy buttcrease.
His bus was pulling in at 7 AM on the dot as he pulled two coated fingers up to his mouth and sucked them inside....and shot a whole 'nother load into his pants as he fell onto the first step of the bus!
The tall slender boy behind him, grabbed his elbow and helped him up the stairs and down the aisle to a seat together. Twinker was whimpering, and the handsome boy put his arm around Twink and the boy cuddled to the bigger kid's chest.
Raw Recruits. Chapter 20.
The ribbon of highway stretched before them endlessly. Twinker was sound asleep as the bus droned on. The slender young guy who'd helped the kid to his seat, occasionally rubbed his fingers across Twink's brow and into his hair while looking out the window. He wondered what'd been going on with the young kid those moments....hours maybe, before he tripped his way up into the bus that morning. David...that was his name....David, stared at the sleeping kid's form slumped around and between their two seats. He found himself getting hard in his pants....the scent of fuck was unmistakable. David smiled thinking the pretty little dude must have found some honey and fucked her brains out the previous night. Hmmmm....the freshness of that 'fuck'roma told David that the kid got a 'goodbye' fuck, too, before he made for his bus.
Back at the motel, Bo's lower lip flapped and his tongue was slipping in, out and around his mouth as he bounce-fucked on his new 'best friend'....ol' Hobbs' big black cock.
"Ahhhhhhhhhh! Man dick...'at's whutchu needed all'iss times sweetbread. BLACK fuckin' man dick! Hah! Umph!" he humped up into the fair-skinned prettyboi. "Ain't dat whutchu needed??? Tell black daddy! Tell yo' black daddy!" Hobbs coaxed his fucker boy.
"Y-Y-Yuh! Yahh! Uh-yeh! Fuck....black unnngh...fuck! Dick! Black....my black daddddeeeee! Ughhhh! Uh!Uh! Uh!" Bo responded to that big toothy white smile of Hobbs'.
On and on and fucking on, they fucked. Hobbs bounce and bum-fucked Bo for what seemed hours, but it was just the nature of the young, tight, white ass being ravaged by such a monstrous poker that made it seem like forever, regardless of the pleasure it gave young Bo.
He had long forgotten his orders from Sgt. Carter. Shit, he'd still have to find some 'nother black dude to blow and fuck his swollen ass on film!
Too bad none of this action was captured, so he could just send it to Sarge.
That all never crossed his mind as whatever was left of his pea-brain was sending thrill sparks through his every nerve ending, right down to his curled under toes. He grunted, and groaned. He moaned and drooled and blubbered and wheezed as he tried to see, through the sweat and welled tears in his eyes, the man who was giving him all this pleasings.
The friction-fire inside his tiny hole made him whimper...and sometimes scream out the tiniest of shrieks. He could never more belong somewhere else in his life, the way he belonged right there in that motel bed, impaled on that big black tool of whiteboy joy!
Hobbs pulled his pinkyboi to his burning red lips and sucked that boy's whole face into his mouth it seemed. His massive features seemed to overwhelm the whole room, and it's toyboy occupants.
That huge tongue-muscle snaked out all over Bo's head and face. The boy was totally spitted by his black master. Man-rasper surged through Bo's lips and sucked the boy's tongue right out. It was woofed on by Hobbs' big man-lips.
He was fucking trying to....going to swallow Bo WHOLE! Bo was delirious! The toy boyman had had his share of pussy play at school....and of course, the couple of rounds of buddy funs in the hayloft over the years.....but he had never been so totally, so overwhelming taken...loved by anyone like Hobbs was consuming him at that very moment.
Bo had fallen into a swoon....he thought he might even be passing out from just much too much pure pleasure.
"Lick me outta my pussyboy's ass, faggot!" Hobbs growled at Jameson, who had been relegated to the floor where he had curled up into a forgotten, panting, drooling slut in waiting.....hoping.....for a chance to serve big black.
His eyes lit up, and he swooped in under Bo's buttslot, lodging his tongue into the swollen tail skins, and suctioned onto Hobbs' cock. His face burrowed in underneath, engulfed by the sweat and heat and manfunk as he searched up into that dark abyss. He actually shoved Bo up and off Hobbs' dick as he rode that big mantool up and sucked the teenbutt-slimed cockhead into his mouth as Bo fell off to the side into a sweaty clinch with Hobbs.
Hobbs' leg scissored over top of Bo and almost no pinky-white boyskin showed for the shimmering black, all around and over top of him.
Barry's face was all but squashed between Hobbs' thighs as the big man swamped his serfboi with the sweat and lust of his black.
Jameson's head sqwoozed out and Barry found the big man's balls to service till he could get his nuther chance to ride that big black dick.
He soon was back on it, and he shivered as he chewed hard on Hobbs' foreskin and his tongue slupped up through and around the purply-black, skin-smothered knob. He sucked in the smeg that somehow did not find it's way up into Trav's, Bo's and his own butthole during the rut-banging training Hobbs gave all his young cockhounds through the night.
Soon enough, Hobbs rolled back over and off of Bo, onto his back and whipped Barry's face with the end of his 11" of manblack.
Whapp! Whapp! Whapp!
Boy, Barry didn't need any direction when he was pummeled with that dreamtool. He lurched for it and sucked the Bo-boy-tailslime off of it. He got a little dizzy when he thought of every bit of what he was licking right then after its having just been inside that pretty little guy lying on Hobbs' upper arm licking that big, black chest.
Jameson's cock was red-boned at the thrill. He wondered if he'd be able to get up inside Bo, too....uggghhh! Just the thought made him tremble!
But his dream of serving black was first and foremost as he wolfed that mandick.
Hobbs petted the top of Jameson's head, feeling so lucky to have latched on to a permanent fuckslave like Barry. He'd be able to put Jameson to work at his home whenever he was on leave, and he'd even have him come up to the post when he needed change from the service that his white boots would be providing....and of course, Bo, especially after he enlisted and was assigned to Hobbs.
Bo being a recruit in Hobbs' charge would probably be ok with Sgt. Carter....or....not.
But......that was later....now was all about getting that teenboy white on his own personal BLACK....and anyway, there was something that interested Hobbs in Sgt. Carter. Yeh...Sgt. Carter....tall, slender, black muscle....young dude....and barely out of boot camp his own self. Hmmmm....he wasn't having visions of Sarge being put to service.....was he?
"White me, boy! WHITE me!!!!!" Hobbs roared as he scared Jameson into jumping up and sitting his queerassed butthole on top of that beckoning black tool.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhh!" he moaned. "Mmmmmmnnnnggghhhh!" he groaned as the whole of Hobbs' meaty, blackness surged up and up annnnnnnnnnd fucking UP into that handsome young dudehole!
The strain....the wrinkled face....it all morphed into a consuming smile. A smile that says 'I have everything I could ever want!' And, he DID! He sat into Hobbs' rough man pubes and wiggled around driving him and Hobbs wild for that hair-raising moment.
He'd never been fucked in all his life till he first beckoned this big black to take care of his unknown needs. Now....NOWWWWWWWWWWWW...in just these mere hours since he crawled on the floor of that bus to satisfy that need, he couldn't live without it!
He dripped goo from his mouth at just the thought of being Hobbs' fuckslut for fucking EVERRRRRRR! He couldn't believe his dream....the dream he'd never had, was coming to reality. He would be a slutfuck for the biggest black fucking dude he'd ever seen. He'd be his slave. He'd be owned by this black man....this man....this dick....he....needed....SO FUCKING BADDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!!!!!!
That shit-eating grin broke out all over Hobbs' face as he watched the dumb rut-humper bounce his whitey-boy ass up and down, and grunt, and moan and beg for more. That weird smile pasted on Jameson's face seemed to say it all....Jameson's mind was gone! Riding big black dick with reckless abandon was all that mattered to that young dude. Hobbs knew it, too.
The big black sergeant pulled Bo's face into his sweaty armpit. "Sssmooommpphhh!"
Shivers went through Hobbs when the little guy lapped his skins wildly, chewing, biting and vacuuming black like a piglet to its momma's tit.
Hobbs looked up into Barry's eyes as the young man gave his all to the butt-fucking he was giving himself. He was picturing the handsome tool crawling around Hobbs' place in Meridian that next day, doing chores....hoping to earn enough houseboy points to ride that magic dick again and again and and annnnnnnnnnnnnnnd.........
In the motel office, Travis' head was still spinning. He'd had his brains fucked out! Annnnnnnnd....he liked....it....wanted it.....loved.....it!!!!! His mouth watered at the aftertaste of teen ass, man dick...BLACK man dick. His hand was fevering his rock hard prick through his jeans as the images coursed his mind's eye again and again like a video reel.
With his cock bent down in his pants he could hardly stand straight when he went over to the TV and switched on Channel 3. HOLY SHIT! He'd forgotten all about the closed circuit setup that was installed at the motel. The owner had told him it was disconnected because it was not legal.....so Bo had never switched off the cable hookup to see what was on the local channels.
There in full color was Jameson bounce-fucking his ass on Hobbs like it all just started. The grunts, and gasps....the sighs and sight of young Bo eating that big black's pit inside and out....ohhhhhhhh! Trav was pressing down on the bone in his pants with the heel of his palm, and then humping into it!
He nearly popped his wad when he saw Hobbs pull Bo up onto his chest and fit that toy teen onto Jameson's prick with those pinky-white legs splayed out wide to the left and right. Mannnn....those wrinkly teenboi feet bottoms and scrunched-up, curled-under toes! Bo was on his back, and his face lay next to Hobbs' where it was being licked by the big man's rabid rasper. Then the kid's ear disappeared into Hobbs' mouth!
Jameson ham-slammed up into the splayed out toyfuck teen each time he rutted himself on Hobbs' massive probe! Huff! and Hump! and Fuck! and Rut! The sights and sounds of fuck were just about all a teenboy voyeur could handle without throwing his own self on the biggest cock he could find! How he wanted back in there! How he wanted that big black tool! To lick, to suck....to fuck till he couldn't breathe! And that teenboy, whitey faggot....he could just...."HEYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY! I know that kid! I KNOW that kid! Tha-That's Osborne's l'il brother! I got me a piece of ol' Os's kid brother!"
Rubbing even harder at his fly, Travis was thinking, '....and that won't be the last time, neither! Carter Osborne's brother....faggot!'
Travis was so excited he was trembling at his find coupled with his fevered lust at the moment, and the action going on in the motel room now at full volume on the screen. With his quivering fingers he changed the tapes in the VCR so as not to have the thing wrap around and lose the part when he himself was in the room with the other kids. He pulled the ejected cassette to his lips and kissed it. He'd find a way to use this against Bo AND his big brother when he came back from the Army. "Hmmmmm.....my own....my very onliest cockhounds....and all to me own self!" Trav whispered out loud as he tugged his leaking prick out of his pants...."Ummmpphh! Uhhhhhh! Ahhhhhyehhhhh....soooogooood!
Back at the bivouac area, the military field problem had been set in motion, and the white recruits were all in the same squad. The rest of First Platoon was licking it's collective lips.
Out off the highway, Twinkster's bus was just getting to the depot in his hometown. David, the older boy who had helped the stumbing kid to his seat, was also getting off there. He offered Twink a ride home. Without response, Twink just seemed to move in David's same space to the parking area.
Dave didn't ask for an address or directions....he just helped the sleepy, fucked out little doof into the car and drove. He reached his hand around Twink's neck and helped the kid down to a comfy spot against his right thigh.
Twinky refixed himself and nuzzled up against his new benefactor, one hand over the other, under his head.
David's hand moved down the young dude and kneaded his butt cheeks. Cupping his hand back up around Twinky's face, his fingers found the kid's lips and fed themselves into Twink's mouth. At first there was nothing, but soon Twink's tongue swirled it's way around the fingers and then Dave felt Twinky grip his wrist and begin to ever so slightly face-pump over them. Dave's rigid prick vibrated like a tuning fork.
David pulled the car off the highway and into a secluded grove. His cock was about to burst it's fragile skins. Twink's breath was short as he fucked his head on the throat seeking digits.....
We might not see Twinky anymore but we'll know he lived a lifetime inside these last 24 hours.....and he was about to build on that!
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