Staying With Aunt Evelyn

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STAYING WITH AUNT EVELYN

I was 16--the folks wanted me out of the house--it was summertime--so they got the bright idea of shipping me off to Vermont to stay with my Aunt Evelyn.

"But, John," my mother warned, "she's a spinster, and she used to be so..."

"Karen, that was a long time ago. She's ten years older than me--practically qualifies as an old maid--and she can certainly handle a boy for a couple of months, Besides, she's excited about it. I think she's been rather lonely for a long time now."

I wasn't given any choice, so I just resigned myself to it. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad up the woods. I could fish, and run around exploring, and just lay back. And I wouldn't have to listen to the folks jabbering and complaining all the time about what a layabout I am. I'd have my own room, and after getting a big country breakfast, I could just flip the old lady off and go out on my own! Well, I wouldn't really flip her off, that's just how I described it in my mind.

Actually, I've been brought up rather polite and sheltered, even though I'm always accused of having a big mouth that always speaks first...not before thinking--but without thinking! But maybe a different environment would break me out of my shell. I needed new horizons...new ventures to explore. Or something like that. Heck, any change would be a relief.

Actually, Aunt Evelyn was older than I expected, but not really old enough for what you'd think of as an 'old maid'. Mostly, she was just a rather sweet, rural lady, who seemed to think of no more than ladies' socials, bingo at the church, and her occasional nip of brandy!

So you can imagine my uh, perplexedness (?) when I had a strange encounter on my second day.

"Uh, Aunt Evelyn? There's a guy on the back porch says he's got some big sweaty b-balls that need a good lickin'! He, uh, even dropped his pants right there and showed me! He's kinda grubby--you want me to call the cops?'"

"Oh, lordy no," she giggled. "That's just Horace. He's a mite better lookin' when he's cleaned up, but mostly he comes from workin' the mill. He's a horny rascal, I can tell you. Uh, do they still use that word? Horny?"

"Uh, y-yeah!" I stammered.

"Well, that's what he is, alright." She straightened her hair, then made a bee-line for the back door. When I heard the back screen slam, I rushed to the kitchen window and peeked out. I couldn't make out what they were saying, but it seemed to be quite friendly with a lot of laughter. The guy still stood there with his pants down, holding out his ballsack in a really lewd way. I rushed to the back door and knelt down so I could peek out the screen door. They were only a few feet away from me.

"Been storin' up all day, pretty lady. I know how you like 'em good 'n ripe!" Then he let go of his genitals and lifted his shirttail, still letting 'em stick out there.

"Oh, you nasty so-and-so," she admonished him in a kidding way, flicking her wrist. "You shouldn'ta scared the boy that way!" Then she hiked up her dress and crouched down. She grabbed the man around his naked butt and pushed her face into his balls! My eyes flew open, and my mouth dropped to the floor. I could hear her plain as day. She was down there smelling up the man's 'sweaty balls'!

"Mmmm, stick your nose up the side there, babydoll. Best smell gets caught right there 'tween my nuts and muh leg! Been workin' like a dog all morning...they oughta be just the way you like 'em."

"Oh, Horace, you got the best nuts I ever smelled on a man! And I've sniffed a lot of hot knockers in my day!"

"Oh, lady, you sure make me feel special! Listen, can I come over later? I gotta get back early now--special order. You want a whiff o' the old crankcase to hold ya?"

"Sure, honey," Aunt Evelyn totally agreed, "spin it around!"

I gasped aloud as the man turned and bent over, sticking his bare butt in my aunt's face! She must have heard me, but she just took hold of his pale cheeks and pulled his hairy crevice open. Then she pushed her nose in there and smelled his asshole! Yikes! And it wasn't no lady-like polite sniff she took...no sir! She let out every bit of air in her lungs then breathed in a massively loud dose of what had to be pungent, if not putrid, previously-captive aromas from the fella's asscrack. Dogs takin' a nap half-a-mile away must have perked up at the sound! The minister in the next county had to be aware that somebody had just smelled somebody else's asshole! It wasn't just loud...it was all-telling!

"Like that, gal? Sniff me up some more before it goes to waste."

"That's real nice, Horace. Now don't you go gettin' all cleaned up before you come back here. I want some more of that, you hear?"

"Keep muh legs clenched tight the rest of the afternoon. I'll have a real good buildup for you! Gotta go!" He hiked up his pants.

I dashed from the doorway and made for the living room. I was sitting in a chair, reading a magazine upside down, when she came in--all smiles! I tried to keep no expression on my face while I was thinking you filthy, dirty, old lady! But her cheery manner made me wonder.

I'd just imagined it all...sure I hadn't just seen this lady, my aunt, on her knees smelling a man's raunchy asshole. I must be losing it!

"D-did you run him off, Aunt Evelyn?" I ventured, not knowing what else to say and not wanting her to know that I'd been spying.

"Heavens no, Jeremy! Horace is kinda my man-friend. He just gets a bit rambunctious at lunchtime, that's all." Then in a sly whisper, "a little sniff 'n a feel, and he's on his way!"

I gulped. She knew I watched them, and she didn't care!

"Hunh?" I dumbed out.

She just smiled. "Now, let's get you some lunch, young man! How 'bout a double-decker bacon & tomato?" I quickly agreed.

I spent the rest of the afternoon checking out the countryside. There was so much to see. Still, I mostly kicked stones and banged on things with a stick. I just couldn't get out of my mind what I'd seen. I'd heard of people being weird in the city--really weird! But out here...and my own aunt, for goodness sake! Oh, well. I just tried to put it out of my thoughts.

Dinner wouldn't be til around 6, and I got back to the house more than an hour before that. Aunt Evelyn gave me some photo albums she thought I might like to browse through. Lots of old pictures of the family, and my folks, that I'd never seen before. They were really interesting, and I was engrossed in them when shortly after 5:00 who shows up but Horace! Had a few words with Aunt Evelyn, then he came right into the room and plopped himself down on the sofa.

"Nice to see you again, young man," he said brightly. I nodded.

"Heck of a busy day! Heck of a busy day! Kinda bushed! Sure ready for some of your aunt's relaxin'!" With that, he undid his pants and pulled them down to his ankles! He smiled at me, then spread his legs apart and started to play with himself! There wasn't any fooling around--he just wacked his pecker side to side until it rose up stiff and long! I gasped at what he was doing, but he just seemed to take it another way.

"Fine one, ain't it?! Yessir, always been proud of it myself. Long, with a nice big head. Not too bad in the shootin' department, either. Course I can't do like I could when I was your age. Coupla times I even hit the ceiling! You ever get good ones like that, boy?" Totally flabbergasted, I just shook my head.

He kept working his bone up good and hard. I didn't know what to think. I'd never seen a grown man's thing before...even soft. And here he was playing with a roaring hardon right in front of me like it was no big deal! It was the biggest one I'd ever seen. Course, I'd only seen my own...and Herbie Dunwik's a couple of times...at full staff. Sure, I knew men had bigger ones--I sure hoped so! Mine was growing up pretty good, I guess--at least it was bigger than Herbie's--and I sure hoped it'd get even bigger. But I never imagined that they got THAT big! Hell, it was a whopper! For all I knew, they got even bigger on a man. Maybe he had a small one. Cripes! He musta had a good 9 or 10 inches sittin' right there! It was sure a sight, and I started to get a boner. I don't know if it was looking at his, or imagining what mine would be like in a few years, but I had to push it down. I think he caught me doin' it.

"Never seen one like this, have you...uh, Jeremy, isn't it? You wanna come give it feel?"

I flipped my head back and forth in no uncertain terms! Fuck no, I didn't want to go over and feel his prick. What did he think I was, a queer? I'd felt Herbie's, but that was just playin' around. Herbie wasn't any queerer than I was. But I sure couldn't go over and just put my hand on a man's hard thing and feel it up!

He laughed. "It's alright, kid, it don't bite! Sure does feel good!" He stroked his hand all up and down the underside of it, making it bounce around when he let it loose! "OK, Why don't you pull yours out then? Let's see how it's comin' along."

I stared at him in disbelievement. Even if I wanted to do something like that, I sure wouldn't do it with something like that staring me in the face! Talk about feeling puny!

"Bashful, hunh? Listen, kid, there's no need to be. Even if it's twice as long and twice as thick, I'm more like 3 times older than you. It's to be expected. You got lotsa growin' to do. Just be proud of what you have, and it'll serve you well. Sure would like to take a gander at it, though. Bet a strappin' kid like you has one that gets hard as a steel bar! You do, doncha? Bet you're playin' with it all the time. I sure did. Couldn't keep the little bastard down!" he chuckled.

I had to crack a smile myself. Not only did I play with it all the time, and have regular problems with 'keeping it down,' but I was having a problem at that moment! A problem he could plainly see. If I was going to open my mouth, I should have asked what the hell he thought he was doing! And what he did on the porch. Instead, I asked, "W-why do you wanna see it?"

"Why? Well, I guess cause a boner stickin' up hard 'n ready from a fella's pants is one of the prettiest sights in creation. Doncha think so? All those times you jerked it up and stared at it? Yeah, you know what I mean. All boys do. And men, too. Lookin' down at your own hard prick is jus' about the prettiest sight there is! And, maybe most fellas won't admit it, but the second prettiest sight is lookin' at another fella's big erection! Just the way you're lookin' at mine!"

"NO! I wasn't," I blustered, "I...well, I couldn't help it. Y-you got it stickin' right out there! But it ain't cause I'm a queer."

"Hunh? What's that? I sure don't think there's anything strange about you, Jeremy. Nope, nothing strange at all. Why would you think such a thing?"

"What?" I got the feeling he didn't even know what I meant. I leaned over and said directly to him, "I said I'm not a queer!"

"Unh huh, a queer...not queer, but...a queer, right? Now what in tarnation is a queer? You're confusin' me a bit, boy."

"A queer! A faggot! A...a..." I racked my brain for another word. "A COCKSUCKER!"

"Now, cocksucker I know!" he said happily. "But those other words I never heard used like that. Course, a faggot is a stick of wood. And..."

"Everybody sucks cock!" Aunt Evelyn finished, coming into the room. "Just got the pies in the oven," she said, taking off her apron. "Oh, Horace!" she caught sight of his nakedness, and his raging prick. I expected her to severely berate the man. Boy, did I guess wrong!

"My, my. That is simply lovely! Hasn't he got such a nice one, Jeremy?" She didn't look at me when she asked it, she just got down on the floor and knelt between the man's legs. Horace layed back and yanked his legs apart so she could get right in at his balls! Right where she had her face just that afternoon. With his other foot, he worked his pants and shoes completely off. Then he really spread 'em! He wrapped one leg up over the sofa arm, and threw the other one as far to his left as he could. His whole crotch area was lewdly exposed! He'd moved so far down in the seat that I could even see the hairy valley of his ass! Aunt Evelyn was nuzzling her face right in there! WITH ME WATCHING!

"Oh, lady, you treat me so fine! Smell those nasty balls, and start licking them for me! Yeah, got some big hot nuts for you to suck!" She mashed her face into his crotch, going wild at his aroma, and even starting to lap her tongue all over them! I just sat there, stunned! I wanted to run from the room...but I didn't want to. I hardly knew my Aunt Evelyn, so I didn't have any real emotional things at stake. Thinking nasty to myself, as I always did, I figured if the old cow wanted to get down on her knees and suck a man's hairy, smelly balls...I was gonna stay put and watch!

"LICK THOSE FUCKIN' BALLS, BITCH!" He blurted out. Aunt Evelyn didn't seem in the least fazed by his outburst. "LICK 'EM ALL OVER AND UP THIS SIDE. DON'T LICK UP THE OTHER SIDE, BABY, YOU DON'T WANNA LICK ALL THAT GOOD SMELL AWAY, DO YOU?" He turned and winked at me

"N-no," she muttered, deeply entrenched, and reached up to wrap her hand around his big poker! She stroked it, slowly and lovingly, obviously enjoying the feel of his big, stiff penis! He put his own hand down and grasped it at the base--flopping it around in the air. "BLOW ME! WRAP YOUR LIPS OVER MY KNOB AND SHOW YOUR LITTLE NEPHEW HOW MUCH YOU LOVE SUCKING COCKS!"

Obediently, Aunt Evelyn opened her mouth wide and took it in. Then she began giving it a rather noisy knobwash as her lips and tongue slurped all over the bloated flesh, making it grow purple! Horace moaned, so she pulled off and began slapping her tongue up and down, up and down!

"WASH THAT COCK! GET THE TOPSIDE, TOO. LICK EVERY INCH OF IT, EVIE. LICK THE SWEAT AND GRIME OFFA MY PRICK! Come on over here, boy! Sit right down here and get a good look while your aunt shows you how much she loves a hot prick!"

My dick was raging in my pants, but I declined the offer. I knew...I just knew...that if I went over there the man would get me to pull my cock out. I wanted to. I fucking wanted to. I wished I could just run upstairs and strip all my clothes off and jack myself silly! I wished I had the nerve to strip right there and jack myself silly. But it just wouldn't be right. I wasn't going to let that man talk me into anything...no matter HOW hot I got! I didn't count on Aunt Evelyn! She pulled her face away from his prick--her tongue still hanging out of her mouth--and waved me over! "You come right down here, Jeremy. Right next to me so you can see what I'm gonna do next!"

What? But I obeyed. Almost in a trance, I got up and walked over to where she was crouched between the nasty man's legs. I got down on my knees next to her, not even realizing that I was casually fingering the hard prick in my pants. I just couldn't take my hand off it! I would have figured the man to smirk at me then, but he smiled.

"You wanna help...or just watch?" she asked me.

"I-I-I'll just watch, thank you very much," I said, dumbly.

"Why don't you take those silly pants off to make it easier?"

I couldn't believe she even suggested that! But then... I couldn't believe any of this! I wasn't sure of my own existence, just then, but one thing I did know. If I didn't get my prick out, real quick, I was gonna shoot a heavy load in my pants! Horace had thrown his head back, again, and Aunt Evelyn was busy licking up and down on the inside of his thighs. I loosened my trousers and pushed them down to my knees. I felt relief as my boner sprung out--the pressure off. I didn't even feel all that embarrassed suddenly being naked in that area.

"Here comes the part I like best!" Aunt Evelyn cried, turning to me. "Oh, child! You have a very luscious prick between your legs! Look at this, Horace. The boy has a splendid tool!" I blushed several shades of scarlet, and my cock flinched several times, acknowledging the praise!

"OH, YES!" Horace glanced down, admiringly. "MAN SIZED! DEFINITELY A COCK MADE FOR A MAN! SHOW IT OFF, BOY, SHOW IT OFF. THAT'S SOMETHING TO BE PROUD OF, THAT'S FOR SURE! JUST TRY TO HOLD YOUR JUICES!"

I took his warning to heart. The things they were saying about my hard, skinny dick made me ready to shoot off! But I had to touch myself, so I reached under and fiddled with my balls.

Taking a deep breath, Aunt Evelyn lifted up Horace's thighs. He helped by pulling them back for her, completely exposing his hairy anus and making it squinch in and out! She reached under her dress with one hand and started to play around in there. All the time, she was scooting closer up to the man's dirty, rotten, asshole! I thought I'd die when she started sniffing at it!

"OH, THAT IS LOVELY! THAT IS LOVELY!" she gasped. "OH, HOW I LOVE THE SMELL OF A MAN'S SPECIAL PLACE!"

"Yeah...that s my special place, alright. Rub your nose in there, you cunt! SMELL MY SHITHOLE! SWEATED ALL DAY TO GET IT LIKE THAT. DOES IT REEK, HONEY! IS IT RIPE ENOUGH FOR YOU!"

"Oh, Horace...it's never been better!" she blurted, the ring of total honesty in her voice.

"GOOD, LICK IT!" he cried, pulling his thighs all the way back to his chest. "CLEAN ALL AROUND IT WITH YOUR TONGUE! GET INTO EVERY LITTLE CREVICE AND LICK AWAY THE SWEAT AND CRUD HIDING THERE. I TRIED TO LEAVE SOME FOR YOU...I KNOW HOW MUCH YOU LIKE THE FULL FLAVOR! You're a real treasure, baby. Gals lick shitholes...but you're the only one I know that truly wants a bit of shit there when you lick a shithole! I left you some...can you taste it? Only wiped once so there'd be a nice coating for you to smell and lick! SUCK MY ASSHOLE! CLAMP YOUR LIPS OVER MY ASSLIPS AND SUCK THAT FUCKER!" He looked my way again, and again, he winked at me!

Shit, shit, everything he was saying was shit all of a sudden. Did she wanna smell it...did she wanna lick it? I guess so, cause she was sure burying her face in there! I just shook my head, side-to-side. I was beyond any judgements. He said she wanted to lick his shit, and she was right down there licking his shit! At least, I supposed so. Were they kidding me? Was it really clean and they were trying to blow my mind?

Unconsciously, I leaned forward--almost to where Aunt Evelyn was licking his crack. No, they weren't kidding. I could smell his asshole from there! Aunt Evelyn pulled back for a breath. She smiled sweetly at me!

"You want to taste him, Jeremy? It's really good. Go ahead. I've licked most of it away, but I'm sure there's still some left!"

I just stared at her. How could she possibly think I'd want to do such a filthy thing? All these denials were going through my mind in the most adamant way. But my mind had somehow been separated from my body somewhere along the line. Because when I didn't answer, she must have supposed that I wanted to. Softly, she pushed my face into his butthole! I wanted desperately to pull away! But I didn't know how. I had no control. I found my face stuck into a man's dirty, rotten, hairy asshole and I had no choice about breathing. I had to breathe.

And, even though the man had been thoroughly washed down there, the unmistakable smell of butthole was being driven up my nose! It was so horrible! Well, maybe not horrible. But it was sickeningly putrid!

Well, I didn't get sick...and...maybe not exactly putrid! But without a doubt, it definitely was...was...uh, something I couldn't remember...something nasty, though. Hell, I'd smelled my own finger when it was worse than this! OK, so the smell didn't bother me so much. Besides, as she pushed my face in closer, I realized that the mushy (YECH!) skin of his asshole (MY NOSE WAS ACTUALLY TOUCHING A MAN'S ASSHOLE!) was really quite clean from her lickings. It was the hair around it that held the smell in there! That was interesting to know, especially when Horace grabbed me by the hair, and gently pulled my face up. He stared right into my eyes, pleasantly, and said quite slowly, enunciating every syllable, "Lick my asshole, Jeremy. Lick it on the outside. See how my skin feels. Go ahead, do that."

I did that. I don't know why. I just did it. It was funny. It felt funny. Licking somebody there felt funny...it felt nasty. Nasty felt good, so I licked some more! All the time I was looking at him. He was looking at me! I...I felt silly. I felt degraded. I felt like I was being used. I felt like the world would come down on me any minute and crush me like the worm I was. Cause I was being so fucking nasty! I kept that tongue stretched out of my mouth, and analyzed my situation. The bottom line came down to the fact that my prick was dripping!

"Is your prick dripping?" Horace asked me.

Still licking, I nodded.

"Evie, is his prick dripping?"

Aunt Evelyn reached down between my legs and felt my cock. She ran her fingertip over the knob and squished it around, driving me crazy! "Oh, yes!" she cried, delighted. "As any healthy boy would be!"

"Fine! Jeremy?" I waited. "Push your tongue up into my asshole. Drive it right in there and lick me out!" He waved his large prick around in front of my face. "Lick out my asshole, and I'll let you suck on my big cock! You want to suck on my big cock, don't you?"

The mesmerizing tone of his voice had soothed me long ago. I didn't know what I wanted. I didn't know what I was doing! But Horace knew. If I was sure of anything, I was sure that Horace knew. If Horace said I wanted to suck his cock..then I must want to suck his cock. Boy, did I! I shoved my tongue as far up his rectum as I could get it, and began to move it around in circles. Hell, yes! As soon as I finished doing that, I'd get my prize. I'd get to blow him! I wanted to blow Horace. I wanted to blow Horace more than anything. And he knew it. Self-assured man, showing a young kid his majestic, hard prick! He'd seen the gleam in my eyes, even if I didn't know it was there.

"H-HE'S DOING IT EVEN BETTER THAN YOU, EVIE. AW, SUCK MY FUCKIN' ASS, YOU LITTLE SHIT-LICKER!"

I wanted to keep sucking his fuckin' ass. I wanted to suck his ass and his cock and his balls, then back to his ass. But when he called me a 'shitlicker' my pride brought me to my senses. He noticed it right away, and suddenly stood up. Towering over me, he ripped my shirt up over my head, then his own. He grabbed me around the hips and lifted me up--sideways-- and worked my pants completely off.

"Lovely naked boy!" Aunt Evelyn exclaimed.

Horace looked sternly into my frightened face, then grabbed me by the shoulders and forced my face into the sofa cushions. Like a rag doll, he manipulated my body to his will. He settled my knees onto the edge of the sofa, which brought my ass right up into the air. He stroked his hands down my back, over my bottom, and in and out of my thighs. He reached around and played with my softened prick and gave it a few sensuous strokes, then he knelt down behind me and put his hands on my ass.

"Little shit-licker doesn't like to be called a shit- licker!"

"N-no...I don't!" I muffled into the cushion, totally terrorized at what the man was going to do to me. Why wasn't Aunt Evelyn coming to my rescue? Why was she just standing back, giggling?!

"Hot little squirt thinks it's a bad thing...bein' called a shitlicker! Your aunt's a shit-licker, aren't you, Evie? Tell the boy!"

"Oh, you don't have to talk so nasty, Horace, do you? The boy's a bit sensitive, that's all. He knows what I like...he watched me. There's no reason for me to...."

"TELL HIM, YOU STUPID CUNT!" he bellowed.

"Very well, Horace. Jeremy? I'm a woman, so of course I'm a...a shit-licker--most women are shit-lickers. We love to please our men that way. Men feel special when somebody tells them their shit smells and tastes delicious...even if it doesn't. But," she quickly added, "in the case of Horace...it's absolutely true! But then, you know that already. Why, heavens, the way you were tonguing out his behind just then, you know full well how good he tastes!"

"Ain't done this in a long time, but I sure liked eating out boys' buttholes when I was younger! Aw, fuck, Jeremy! Shooo! Never shoulda given it up! Never would have if I'd had a sweet thing like this to eat on all the time! Let me tell you, kid. I've sucked a lot of assholes in my life--I still go around sucking assholes when I get the chance. Hell, I rimmed the young mailman just last week! Sucked that fuckin' butthole for nearly an hour! But you got a stench coming up outta there that could make all the dead ass-suckers come back to life! Just to smell ya! Don't fret by my words, youngster. I like words that're the filthiest I can make 'em at the time. When I say there's a 'stench' coming from your cute, pink asshole...," I heard him breathe deeply, his nose just barely tickling my hole, "I mean it's truly like a soft, heavenly fragrance! A sweet whiff of healthy boy freshness mixed in with the slightest hint of dirt! Just enough to bring it back down to earth, and make it personify LUST! Fuckin' animal LUST! I got me...right here in front of my nose...the most fantastic smell I have ever experienced in my life! And, like I said, I've done a hellofa lot of sniffin' around! I'm smellin' you all the time I'm talking. That's why I'm talking so much. Cause I wanna keep sniffin' it!" I groaned...partly in relief, but mostly in excitement.

"I could smell that fuckin' hole forever! Fresh air be damned...give me the scent of your bottom and I'll happily breathe it in til I die! That's really fresh air! Get a whiff of the boy's butt, Evie. Get over here. You're the expert, smell your nephew's shithole! Ain't that prime stuff?! Oooh, hot smooth skin--OK, GET AWAY!--hot smooth boy skin that's..." Suddenly the doorbell rang.

"Oh, Sarah!" Aunt Evelyn invited the young girl in. She must have been 11 or 12, and seemed to be selling cookies or something. Horace held me fast, and I blushed furiously as I turned and looked into the young girl's admiring eyes.

"You suck shitholes, little girl?" Horace asked, matter-of- factly.

"Uh, my three brothers. But they're no fun. They're always taking showers. The boy next door is better. He's in college. He lets me lick him all the time! Says the only time he gets cleaned there is when I do it! He told his dad, so I had to do him once. But he's too hairy!"

"Yeah? This here's Jeremy. Come on over and smell his hole. Don't lick it, now...I haven't even done that, yet! Just smell it."

"Sure, he's cute!" The little girl got right behind me and put her face into my crack while Horace pulled my anus open.

"SMELL THAT, CHILD!"

"Golly! I sure wish my brothers smelled like that! Are you gonna lick it out for him, mister?"

"You fuckin' bet I am, little missy!"

"Boy, you're sure lucky! Think I'll go visit my neighbor today!"

"You can lick mine, if you want to," Horace offered.

"Really? Can I look at it first?"

"Sure. Get right down there and pull it apart. Smell it, lick it, or suck it if you want."

The girl set her package aside, and flopped down onto the carpet. I worked myself away to watch her. Horace turned and put his squatting ass into the girl's face.

"Sure is hairy!" She stuck out her tongue and licked up into the man's mature anus!

"SUCK IT, LITTLE GIRL! THAT'S IT, BABY, SUCK RIGHT ON THAT HOT MAN'S SHITHOLE! GET A GOOD TASTE. YOU LIKE THAT?" He pushed her away.

"It was okay. Kinda like my neighbor's dad."

"Hairy and all, hunh?" he chuckled. "Pull up your skirt. Let's see that wet little pussy of yours."

"SURE!" She spread her legs and exposed herself! She didn't have any panties on. Horace pulled her crotch onto his face and sucked her little pussy. She squirmed wantonly over his lips!

"Your college boy ever do that to you?"

"Only once. Mostly he likes to blow his little brother. He's 15."

"Ever sucked a twat, Jeremy?" Horace surprised me.

"N-no."

"Climb up on the back of the sofa, sweetheart. Jeremy's gonna give you a cuntlick while I suck out his asshole."

Gleefully, she got right up there and spread her legs open in front of me. She even reached down and pulled her hairless pussylips apart to show me the inside part that she wanted licked.

"SARAH?" a voice came from the screen door.

"Come on in, Tommy!" she cried out. "It's my middle brother, Tommy," she explained.

Tommy came in and stared at the things taking place. "Uh, Mom says dinner's almost ready and you gotta get ready for church later!"

"Okay, just a little while. I'm gettin' a cuntlick!" She pulled my face into her crotch and wrapped her legs over my shoulders. I ate her as best I could, while I listened behind me.

"Pull your pants down, Tom," Horace suggested, showing his big prick to the boy.

"Why?"

"Well, first I'd like to smell your asshole. Sarah says you keep it too tidy for her."

"I stay clean!"

"She don't want you clean."

"So? Let her go next door!"

"Don't like your butt sucked, hunh?"

"Not by a girl!"

"Well, when your sister's done, why don't you climb up there? Jeremy will do whatever you want. He'll suck your asshole or give you head."

"Yeah? OK!" Tommy quickly shucked his pants. His perky boner stuck out from his 14-year-old groin. He was ready to hop up there after his sister when Horace suddenly grabbed him.

"Damn, you're cute! Wanna suck my prick?"

"No, I don't do that. Gosh, it's sure big! Can I just feel it?"

"Sure. Take hold. Turn a bit. Let me see that butt of yours!" Tommy played with Horace's long, hard prick with both hands. He was unashamedly enjoying himself, but not interested in going down on it. Meanwhile, Horace had bent over and was inspecting the boy's anus. He stuck his nose in there.

"Yep! Your sister's right. Now, it's no sin to want to keep a clean asshole, but the least you can do with a pretty thing like that is let somebody clean it regularly for you. Let somebody get some enjoyment out of it. Hell, come over here anytime you see my car. I'll suck it. Even if I'm not here, Evie will do it. What do you say, Evie? Want to keep the shit from collecting on this youngster's asshole?"

"Why, certainly! But I think he'd much rather have a boy do it!"

"Well, I'm gonna do it, now. It's just too pretty to pass up. Bend over, Tommy, I'm gonna suck your ass...even if it don't smell!"

"Uh, OK. But make it quick or Dad'll be over here wondering what happened to..."

Right on cue, a voice came through the screen. "Uh, are my kids..."

"Come on in, fella!" Horace cried, lifting his mouth from Tommy's asshole. "You sure got a hot-assed boy here. Are his brothers as good-looking? Maybe I'd like suckin' their shitholes, too."

"They're, uh...damn good-looking boys. But right now, kids, dinner's ready. Sarah? Climb down from there and wipe yourself off. Tommy? Let's go, boy!" Horace stood up from where he'd been sucking the boy's ass.

The man saw his big rigid cock and gasped. He walked over and felt it. "DAMN! Mind if I suck on that for a bit? Been years, but that holy terror is hard to resist!"

"Hey! Be my guest!" Horace stuck it out at the man. "But don't make me come. I intend to eat out that boy's hot asshole," he pointed at me, "and I want to be primed to the maximum!"

"Hmmm. I can see where it'd be mighty tasty. I'm fairly turned on at the moment, so just give me a few hot stabs right down the throat and I'll get off pretty quick." He loosened his trousers and pulled them down. Shaking it free, he displayed a rather fierce weapon himself.

"Tommy, get down here on the blowers while I suck this big prick!"

Obediently, Tommy got between his father's legs and started to blow the man. Obviously, he'd done it many times before, because he'd no sooner put his mouth over the fat knob, then he reached back and jabbed a finger up his father's ass!

Everything was getting crazier by the minute. Aunt Evelyn looked on in amusement, as did Sarah, while the man sucked the huge prick down his throat, and shot gobs of hot juice into his son's cocksucking mouth while he got finger-fucked by the lad!

When the three of them had said goodbye and were ready to leave, Horace spoke up.

"Boy! Gimme that finger a minute." His cock was still ragingly hard, and he grabbed Tommy's middle finger--the one that had just been up his father's asshole--and sucked it clean!

"Want me to stick it back in there, mister?" Tommy asked. "Pop loves gettin' a finger-job. He squirts all over the place!"

"No, but you guys come back again, ok? I wanna finish sucking your butt while I blast your dad's tonsils out!"

"Did you want to buy any cookies?" Sarah asked, innocently.

"Maybe tomorrow, sweetheart," Aunt Evelyn said, smiling.

Without any further interruptions, Horace proceeded to eat me out. I was on my knees, on my back, and squatting on his face! For over an hour, the man sucked my anus. He had me so turned on, that when I was sitting on his mouth the last time, I bent over and went to town on his cock! Oh, man, did I ever suck that thing! With every lick I took, the man seemed to get younger in my imagination. Finally, it didn't matter how old he was. He was a nasty fucker, and I was a horny shit-licker! I even pulled his legs back and sucked on his asshole for a while. And that was only my second day there!

I'd promised Aunt Evelyn that I'd repair the front porch steps, so the next day I headed down to the local hardware store for some nails and things. Walking through the sleepy layed-back burg, it was hard to imagine anything like what had taken place yesterday happening in a town like this. Boy, would the neighbors be surprised! Then I chuckled, remembering that the neighbors made up most of the show! The bell tinkled when I entered the nearly deserted hardware store. The man behind the counter smiled brightly and asked if he could be of any assistance.

"Yeah, where can I find nails and a heavy hammer?"

"Certainly, the end of that row and back against the wall."

"Thanks." The only other person in the store was a boy near my age wearing a dark blue apron and stocking the shelves just a few feet from me. I nodded and smiled at him and he smiled back. He straightened the items he'd been arranging, then picked up the empty cardboard box and toted it toward the back of the store. I surveyed the boxes of nails and grabbed a handful of some sturdy ones with big large heads. The hammers were just above, hanging on hooks. I grabbed a cheap one, then called out to the clerk.

"Ah, sir, I need a small planer."

"Second row, right up here near the front," he called out.

As I approached closer the boy came out from the back and went behind the counter. "That's the last of them, Mr. Carter."

"Good, Robby. I guess that's about it for today. I'll see you in the morning. Don't be late, we've got a shipment coming in for the special on aluminum screens."

I found what I needed, and headed for the counter.

"I-is there anything else I can do for you, Mr. Carter?" the stockboy asked.

I put the items on the counter and reached back for my wallet.

"Oh, alright, Robby," the man smiled and looked at the eager boy. Then he pulled up his own blue apron and started to unfasten his pants. "Suppose I could use a good buttlick." He dropped his pants and lowered his apron again, giving me just a peek at his long-hanging prick. He gathered up my items as the boy knelt behind him, fondling his butt! I gasped...mostly because neither of them seemed concerned that I was standing there! While he started to ring up my total on the cash register, calling out the prices, he squirmed his ass back to the boy's face, letting him dig into the trench. I couldn't see much, but I could hear the kid slurping his tongue on the man's asshole!

Just then, the bell tinkled. A friendly old mailman walked up and dropped a stack of mail on the counter after smiling at me. "Afternoon, Matt," he said to the clerk.

"How ya doin', Charlie?"

"Fine, fine. That you back there, Robby?"

"Hi, Mr. Peters!" he looked from around the man's rearend, then went back to what he was doing. The old man clicked his teeth.

"Ahh, sure would be nice to be young again. See you, fellas." He waved his hand and went out the door, gathering up a stack for the store next door.

Whole fuckin' town's NUTS! I thought. A fat lady holding the hand of a young child rapped on the window. She waved at the clerk, and he waved back. From the window, she had a better look at what the boy was doing than I did.

"Seven dollars, twenty-nine cents," the man rang up the sale. "Your Mom just went by, Robby, better get a move on. I'll let you finish that up tomorrow, too. Right after I take my morning crap." The boy hopped up and whipped off his apron, turning around and hanging it on a nearby hook. Then he came from behind the counter and waved goodbye, a clear erection poking out the front of his pants! The clerk bent down and hiked up his pants, his own cock swinging wildly before he stuffed it away. He caught the look of admiration in my eyes. "Sorry, fella. I'd let you suck it, but the wife'll be expecting a heavy load soon's I get in the door! Boy does a good job of priming a guy up though, don't he?" He laughed and handed me my change. Numb, I sauntered out the door.

About half a block away, I approached another strange scene. A young motorcycle cop was leaning against the fender of a hot rod. He had his ticket book in his hand and was tearing off a ticket he'd just written. He was unzipped, and a magnificently large cock was sticking out of his fly. A rough looking older teenager in Levi's and boots and an earring in his ear, was on his knees, kneeling on the sidewalk, giving the cop a lusty blowjob as I walked by!

"Alright, Spike," the cop was saying as he tore up the ticket, "but if you don't slow down...not now, dummy. Go for it--get my gun! If you don't slow down driving, I'm gonna nail you. Just like your old man. One of you is gonna hurt somebody one of these days the way you drive.You blow better than your old man, though, I'll give you that."

Right out in front of the whole town--with people walking by! I went a little ways past them, then leaned against a store wall and just watched. The punk reached into his pants and brought out a hefty stiff cock of his own. He jacked himself off while blowing the cop. The officer spread his legs further apart. "You shoot that stuff all over my boots again, Spike, and you'll be down there licking it off like last time!" He rested his palms back against the fender and pumped his prick into the guy's mouth. Spike started gagging as the cop unloaded a huge amount of warm sperm into his mouth...so much that it was dribbling from his punk lips! Spike squeezed his own prick mercilessly, and shot several spurts into the gutter and all over his shiny hubcap! I sighed and continued on--hoping that Horace might come by.

I got to where the sidewalk ends, and turned the corner. I practically stumbled over them. There was this little girl-- about 8--laying back in a red wagon, her legs hanging over the sides. She had her dress hiked up and a man had his face in her crotch, lewdly licking at her little pussy! The man was fat and bald--kinda reminded me of Danny DeVito--and wearing a business suit, except that his pants were down enough so that his fat ass was bare as he crouched there. He was jamming a finger into his asshole while he took liberties with the little girl! He caught me looking out of the corner of his eye and looked up.

"Hey there! How about whipping it out and porking my ass!"

The girl was sucking her lower lip, also looking at me. It was hard to tell if she was enjoying what the man was doing, but she certainly didn't seem disturbed by it! I moved on quickly, a little disgusted. But, surprisingly, not as disgusted as I would have been before coming to this town. Something very strange was going on here!

Suddenly, a pickup truck full of teenage boys and blaring loud rock music, came screeching around the corner. One in the passenger door, and four in the back, they MOONED ME!...their naked asses hanging over the rail. They whooped and hollered and sped down the street.

The baldheaded man scowled. "Punks got no respect!"

I walked on a ways, then the pickup came barreling down the street again. This time they were in much the same positions, except that they each had a finger up another guy's asshole! The truck slowed when it got near by, and the passenger leaned out the window.

"Hey, buddy? Wanna suck some cock? We got six big ones here!"

I shook my head, gaping at the lewd display.

"Your loss, cocksucker! Come on, guys...we'll find sombody!" They sped off again, the last guy practically falling out. The only thing that saved him was the other guy's finger firmly entrenched up his ass!

I was about to the edge of downtown. I passed the public swimming pool, and through the chain-link fence I saw that most of the people were bare-assed! Men, women, children. Here and there sexual acts were taking place. Even on the lifeguard's perch a lady was on her knees with her big tits hanging out. She was between the lifeguard's legs and had his cock in her mouth! A naked boy about 7 or 8 was standing on the deck, giggling as he pissed on a group of teenage boys in the water. They were yelling at him, and splashing him, but he was splashing them right back! I grabbed my hard hammer and bag of nails and moved on.

I spied four young boys in the bushes by the side of the road. As I got closer, I realized they were watching another boy who was squatting down--his pants at his ankles--taking a shit! They were laughing and poking fun at the boy, sticking out their fingers to touch his falling turd! The boy then lifted his ass higher...still bent over...and turned sideways toward another boy's face! I hurried on, not wanting to see.

I ran the last two blocks, hoping that Aunt Evelyn would supply me with a little bit of sanity. Breathless, I burst in the back door. Aunt Evelyn was sitting in the kitchen tending to lunch. The smell of onion soup on the stove pervaded the room. Then another strong aroma hit my nostrils. Walking around the table, I saw her sitting there with her dress hiked up and legs spread. She was working a large cucumber in and out of her wet twat! It was the strong smell of pussy I'd noticed.

"Aunt Evelyn!" I gasped. "I...I got the nails!"

"That's nice, dear " she cooed, removing the slippery vegetable from between her legs, and straightening her dress. "Are you hungry? I have some nice soup warming up and I'm about to finish the salad." She picked up a knife and began to cut cucumber slices into the salad!

"Uh, c-call me when it's r-ready, I'll go start on the porch."

No sooner had I arranged my tool and bag of nails, then the mailman walked up.

"Well, youngster. We keep runnin' into each other, don't we? How are you enjoying your stay in our little town?" He handed me some mail.

"Well...uh, you got a little time, Mr. Peters? I...I'd like to ask you a few questions about your 'little town'."

"Sure. Don't mind sittin' a spell. Near the end of my route, anyway. Seems I get slower every blamed year. What's on your mind, boy? I've been delivering mail 'round here over forty years. Guess I know just about anything goes on in this town."

"Well..." I didn't really know how to start. "It's about all the...sex stuff that goes on! Right out in the open! Old folks an' little kids. Everybody seems to be doing it!"

"Yep! So what's your question? Somebody special you're maybe interested in? Maybe that little rascal Robby? Fine little asslicker, that one! Don't need to be bashful, son. He'll go along."

"N-no, it's not about Robby. It's about ALL OF IT! How come there's so much open sex? I saw a cop gettin' a blowjob right on the sidewalk! And kids getting molested! And older folks being just as nasty! My own aunt...she's in there chopping up a big cucumber for a salad. I saw her pull it out of her...her vagina!"

"Oh, yes! Your aunt makes the tastiest salads in town. She's even won awards at the county fair!"

"Jeez!. You're just as nuts as the rest of them," I said to myself.

"You...ah," he looked at me seriously, "you didn't get any special preparation for your visit?"

"No," I said. "What preparation?"

"Tell me...where you lived before...did you get caught doin' nasty things to little girls or boys? Or lettin' things get done to you?"

"No, nothing like that. Why?"

"My goodness! Somehow you musta slipped right in. No wonder your mind's in a frazzle! Uh, what's your name? Well, Jeremy, best I tell you a bit about our little town. It's a special town. Back about 20 years ago we had us a real bad problem. Kind of an epidemic of whorin', child molesting, adultery and fornication. Not to mention having four gay bars right here in town. Hell, there was only six bars of the regular kind! Cocksuckers were overflowing into the streets, pullin' in boys to lick an' get licked by! We had to do something radical, because we had no room in the jail for 'em all. And the kids were going weird seein' all the whores and people havin' sex in the alleys. So we came up with a unique plan."

"I hate to tell you this," I smirked. "but it didn't work. They all came out of the alleys! And every closet in town is empty, too!"

"It's workin' out jus' fine, son. You see, we went the other way. We made sex in any aspect totally legal in any part of town--and age was no longer a barrier. In twenty years we've raised a generation of kids brought up on the idea that sex is fun and healthy. You can sell it, give it away, barter for it, and openly proposition anyone you like."

"So that's why all the little kids are doing it."

"Yep. We sure worried for a long time, but they took to it like the most natural thing. Now kids don't get molested and hurt, or made to feel guilty the rest of their lives. If they wanna do, it's up to them. Nobody's allowed to force anyone though. We got extreme penalties for that, I can tell you! As it is, we got no crime to speak of."

"Everybody's too busy getting their rocks off! Maybe that explains the little girl in the red wagon. A fat bald man was lickin' her cunt!"

"That's Emily. If you noticed, she's got a pillow she carries around in her wagon. Just goes around town pulling up her dress--loves the tongue action! That's about it. Folks fuck when and where they want. Ain't strange going into a restaurant on a slow day and seein' the waitress with her skirt hiked up bouncin' up and down on a customer's lap. Or the busboy on his knees under the table blowin' peckers!"

"You must have every pervert in the country moving here!"

"Nobody outside of town even knows about it. You can't just enter town without being stopped. Everybody's checked out for clearance. People don't move away--and people can't just move here. Still can't figure how you got in without being prepared. But then, your Aunt Evelyn has a lot of pull in this town. She was one of the founders of our new system. Must have arranged your clearance, then let you find out how thing's are on your own. She always liked playing with someone's mind--she's a card, that one."

"Yeah. Didn't even mind her boyfriend licking my asshole!"

"Horace?!" he laughed. "Horny bugger. Loves to talk filthy to the ladies. He used to be our worst obscene telephone caller. Still does it, but everybody just laughs at him, or invites him over. Never knew him to go for the boys, though. Must be one fine set of buns you're totin' around there. If I was a few years younger I'd talk ya into showing me! Well, best be gettin' on my way. You have fun now!"

"Thanks a lot. I was starting to worry about my sanity."

"Oh, and if Roger at the Arco station tries to talk you into giving him a blowjob, think twice. He's a bit dim-witted. He'll piss in your mouth without a warning!" He walked away chuckling over a memory.

Just then two teenage girls rode by on bicycles. They were naked!

I shook my head in wonder, then spent the next two hours working on the porch. I did stop for lunch...but I didn't have any salad! I decided that if Aunt Evelyn wanted to play games with me, I'd let her continue thinking I was overwhelmed at the crazy place I'd landed in. Hell, knowing about it made me even more overwhelmed! I'd landed in sex heaven! But could I adjust to it? They all had a 20-year headstart!

After I finished the porch, I decided to stroll back through town again. Now I could look at things from a different perspective. The first place I passed was the drug store. Peeking in the window I saw a customer with his pants down to his shoes. The pharmacist was on his knees, trying on different sizes of condoms on the man's rigid prick while the man's wife and child looked on. It didn't seem to be a sexual thing--just open. The little kid reached up and grabbed his dad's big pecker, but was pushed aside. He must have been about three, and seemed eager to play with Daddy's cock! Next was the beauty parlor. A woman sat in a chair, being worked on, while a manicurist did her nails, and a third woman was between her legs licking her clitoris!

Then came the pool hall, which had no windows. Not sure whether minors were allowed in, nevertheless I ventured through the door. It was quite busy...most of the tables were being used. Each table seemed to have an attendant--a ball-racker. They were 12 or 13-year-old boys, naked except for white tennis shoes, one of those green things on their heads like a bookie wears in the movies, and each had on a cock-ring that made their stiff peckers stay at constant attention. It was quite apparent that the young employees didn't just relax between games--waiting to rack the balls.

They were serving drinks, lighting cigarettes, and racking the customers' balls and cocks. Each player had his genitals hanging from his zipper for licking and fiddling with between shots. Mostly, the boys just stood there calmly jacking each player after he finished his shot. Some were bending and taking quick dicklicks, while the player reached down and goosed their naked backsides! A group had just left a table, zipping up and handing their boy a tip. The man behind the bar yelled out to him.

"Toby, you're clear. Go over and give a hand at Table 9!"

"OK, Dad!"

Following the kid, I noticed why Table 9 needed assistance. There were only two balls on the table--and they both belonged to Table 9's ball-racker. He'd been lifted onto the felt, and a 19-year-old customer was energetically fucking his young asshole! The 19-year-old's partner was pumping the boy's prick, but the cock sticking out from his crotch needed some attention.

"Work him good now, son. Those boys are regular customers."

"Don't be silly, Dad!" Toby went to his knees and started to suck him off. The fucker was really plowing the boy's obviously accustomed bottom, and I didn't feel any shame at getting close to watch the deep penetration taking place. The fucker was grunting and breathless. He spoke to his buddy.

"Hurry, Fred, flood his mouth! I need him back here for a buttlick before I come."

"Don't hurry me, Gus," he replied, stroking into Toby's mouth.

"Hey, kid?" the man behind the bar spoke to me. "You want a job?" He was quite the responsible proprietor, eager to please his customers. "I can use a good butt-boy--Gerry's in summer school. If you're interested, you can start right now by tonguin' his butt while he fucks!"

I couldn't believe what he was suggesting. Still, the guy doing the fucking was a really nice looking guy and I'd gotten an erection watching him fuck the boy. "I...I don't need a job, but...I'll do it!" Why not? I'd been so horny I'd licked Horace's asshole--and this guy had a much nicer one. I decided to try it again. I crouched down. As soon as my breath was felt by the guy, he slowed down.

"Yeah, pull 'em apart, kid! Lick me there! Gonna shoot up his butt soon. Aaaah, yeah, you're good! Hire the boy, Burt!" His words spurred me on. He thought I was good! I lapped at his crack, smooching on his fluttering asshole, trying to prove him right. I liked what I was doing. I liked crouching down, holding his smooth cheeks open and smelling and licking him there...knowing I was being watched. Hell, everybody watched in this town. People did what they wanted, and if other people wanted to watch them...they did! I heard Toby gagging on the other guy's heavy load. The boy on the table started moaning as Gus began to long-dick him again. My face was pushed away to avoid damage from the undulating buttocks, so I just rested back and played with his asscheeks. With hard thrusts and grunts, he bolted spasms of jizz into the kid's bottom! And Fred hadn't let up jacking the boy off. Three quick spurts shot way up from his cock and splattered back down.

Gus pulled his prick out and turned around to me. "You do cleanups?" he asked.

"Hunh?" I asked.

"Here, mister, I'll do it!" Toby scooted over on his knees. The 19-year-old pushed his still-hard cock at the boy's mouth. Toby opened up and sucked the slimy cock in, noisily cleaning it off! It wasn't just a job to Toby. He'd probably begged his father to hire him!

"Sure you don't want that job? You're a natural."

"No...I..."

"Well, thanks for the help, anyway. You wanna fuck one of the boys, go right ahead--it's on the house!"

I declined the offer. I wanted to go searching for more experiences.

I'd licked a guy's asshole...that was my first step. This town was too full of excite-ment not to explore some more! Coming out the door, I bumped into a goofy-looking guy about my age.

"Hi," he said, "you're new. You wanna lick out my rectum? I can get my hole really opened up after you stick your tongue in a few times! Here, wanna take a look?" He slipped his pants down the back and turned around, showing me his round bottom.

He had a big, mushy anus, and I was going to just bend down and give it a nice kiss--right there on the sidewalk. But when I got close I realized he was not clean! I'd just finished sucking on another guy's asshole, but it hadn't nearly been as pungent as this! I smelled again to make sure, then I slapped his butt and stood up.

"Sorry, guy. Maybe if you go take a bath!"

"Aw, come on. Most guys like it nasty! Lick it off and I'll blow you," he added.

"Naw, forget it."

Just then the pickup truck stopped next to us. The guys were still naked, still mooning all bystanders. The guy on the passenger side yelled at me.

"Now I get it. You don't suck cock. But if you're with him, we know what you like!"

"What are you talking about?" I demanded, quickly scanning the faces and bodies of the other guys--wondering if I should reconsider their earlier offer to let me suck them.

"Hey, fella, you had your face down at Sammy Shitlick's butthole--the only boy in town who never uses toilet paper!"

"So? I smelled it and said I wasn't interested. Besides, he said most guys like it nasty."

"Hah! They don't like it. He just surprises them. Pretty ass most of us put our faces in before we realized it! He's a poop queen! Little bugger likes having guys lick him when he's dirty!"

"Y-you just said US and WE." I accused him.

"OK, so...ME! He caught me long ago. Now you wanna lick some clean assholes, hop in the back. Boys're all straight but they'll give you all you can lick out!"

"If you're straight, how come you're running around like that, asking guys for sex?"

"No, man. THEY'RE straight...not me. Most chicks still like doing it in private. When they get hot balls to get it on in public, they like to drive around and pick up cocksuckers."

"I'm not a cocksucker!" I argued, automatically.

"Just a butt-smeller, hunh?" he laughed.

"Here," a guy in the back turned and hung his ass over the edge, "smell this, man!" he chuckled. Two of his laughing buddies reached back and held his cheeks open. I stared at the lewd sight, tempted to step up to it. The boy had a marvelous behind, and his pink hole did look delicious. But before I could make up my mind, 'Sammy Shitlick' made a beeline for it and started to lap at the hole! He hadn't fastened his pants, so when he grabbed the buttocks, they fell down.

"Hey! Not you, creep!" one of the boys smacked him away. "It's not dirty and smelly enough for you! Let the new guy lick it."

Just then, a teenage blonde girl walked by, giving one of the boys a sweet smile. Another boy called out to her, waving his dick around.

"Hey, baby. Wanna lick my pecker? Come're. Wrap your lips around this baby!" He stroked his cock up hard and stiff, pointing it at her.

"You boys are so outrageous. Don't you ever get enough?"

"Come on, hop up here in back. We'll ride you around town."

"You must be kidding! The back of that truck must have a thick layer of cum by now. I'd fall and break my neck! But," she blushed a little, "I'd like to put my mouth on Davey's prick!" She pointed at the boy she'd smiled at.

Davey gave her a grin, and pushed his semi-hard prick over the edge.

She leaned against the fender and put her lips over his cockhead, sucking on it tenderly. When it was stiff, she pulled off for a second and smiled up at him. "I always wanted to blow you, Davey!"

"Yeah? Show me how good you are, Alice. This is BOYS' DAY and I'm in the mood for a really hot blowjob. So don't disappoint me, alright? You want somebody to get down there and lick your pussy or your asshole to warm you up."

"Sure, Davey, I'd like that. Do you lick assholes? Nobody ever did it to me, except for my Dad! He's always rimmin' me and Mom, and my little brother."

"Naw, I don't do that. I get it done to me! Even your Dad did it once. You wanna lick my pooper, too?"

One of the other guys did get down behind her. He lifted her skirt, pulled down her panties--displaying her splayed bottom--and stuck his face in there! She arched her back enough so that he could lick her ass and pussy at the same time.

"I'll try it, Davey, if YOU want me to. I've never licked a guy there!" Davey turned around and let her slosh her tongue up and down his crack. She seemed to be enjoying it, but he turned back around and stuck his prick back in her mouth. The hot action on her bung and cunt got her to sucking energeticaIly.

The passenger winked at me. "Hop in and sit on my lap, baby," he said to me. "I got a really big dick! Even these guys have nibbled on it--no matter what they say. Straight guys can't resist a big, long pecker. Come on, I'm strokin' it up for you!"

I shook my head, pleasantly, and started to walk on. Alice was giving Davey good head--and the other guy was really scarfing on her twat--but things were still a bit too public for me.

I decided to let my dick go down and rest for a while. Passing the neighborhood theater, when I looked up at the marquee I made a snap decision. Just the thing to get my mind off of sex. Two Disney features and 10 cartoons. I hadn't been to a kiddie matinee in a long time. I knew there'd be lots of screaming kids throwing popcorn boxes at the screen, but it'd be just the atmosphere I needed just then. I'd get lost in all the safe confusion!

After the gum-chomping cashier made a joke about whether I was under 12 or not, I took the ticket and smiled. Right after I'd handed my ticket to the uniformed doorman and walked into the lobby, a young boy of 10 came running out--quite naked!-- and hurried up to the candy counter needing a rush order of Jujubees!

"You just bought a box!" said the girl behind the counter.

"Yeah, but there's a guy in there that keeps sticking 'em up my butt and sucking 'em out!" he giggled.

I gasped, trying to imagine the young boy with a whole box of Jujubees pushed up his little rectum for some guy to tongue out! I bought a box of Goobers and went into the auditorium. I was blinded, at first, being able to see only the screen. "One Hundred and One Dalmatians" were cavorting overhead as I made my way down the aisle. I just kept walking, deciding to find a seat after I was able to adjust to the darkness. The sounds made it obvious that at least the front part of the theatre was full of youngsters howling and having fun.

I plopped into an empty seat on the aisle, right down in front. After a few moments, I was able to see better. I turned around, noticing that the auditorium was fairly packed. I looked at the front row of the younger kids, happily gazing up at the animated screen and munching on their popcorn and candy. Then I saw him.

Maybe 30, a skinny man. He had his dick out of his pants and it was raging hard. He was on his knees, in front of the boys in the first row, and he was moving from boy to boy. Without paying any attention to him, each boy--as the man knelt before him--would pull his little pecker out of his fly and let the man lick it! The guy would nibble on the tender pullet, then move on to the next boy.

The boy would keep staring at the screen, let the man do what he wanted, then casually zip up when he moved on.

I slowly made my way back up the aisle. The boys seemed to get older the farther back I went. The amount of sexual activity seemed to increase in proportion. Here and there, boys had their pants open...usually with a buddy or girlfriend playing with his dick! As the boys got older...and their pricks increased in size...more perverts were in attendance. More men were scattered among the youngsters--playing with, and being played with by them. Men were jacking boys, boys were jacking men and older boys. One boy about 14 was busy on his knees, right there on the aisle, sucking off one of the ushers! The usher was about 19 and he had his pants down to his ankles, his legs spread wide apart while the boy licked up and down his large cock!

"Gonna come too soon, kid! Lick my balls for awhile." The kid dipped and began to lather his nuts. Looking up, I could see all the way to the other side of the auditorium. Right in the aisle, two naked teenagers were fucking up a storm. The girl had her legs wrapped around his back and he was pumping into her like mad! Kids around kept shushing them to keep it down. I kept moving back.

More and more, boys had their heads down in each other's laps. Heads were bobbing and trading off seemed to be the order of the day. Just a few rows more and things started getting really serious. In the middle of a row a hot-looking kid with long blonde hair was naked from the waist down. He was tossing his hair side to side and bouncing his ass up and down on some man's long, penetrating cock! He was holding onto the seat in front of him, working his bottom furiously!

Closer to me, I saw a little kid...a derelict from the front rows...kneeling between a teenage girl's legs. She had her legs draped over the seat in front of her, and the boy was eating her out! He couldn't have been more than 8 or 9! Meanwhile, she was jacking off her boyfriend sitting next to her while they made out!

Hearing intense moaning sounds, I turned to the side rows. A darkhaired boy, maybe 17 or 18, had his pants down to his ankles, bent over the empty seats in front of him, tightly grasping the armrests. A totally naked guy in his twenties with smooth, tanned skin, and an extremely long prick was standing on two seats, straddling the boy's body. He was holding onto the tops of the seats on either side of the kid, as he sensuously fucked his big cock into the boy's vulnerable asshole! The kid was doing the hot moaning, while the older guy's firm butt was high in the air--plunging down into him! And behind him, in another row, a standing man had his finger stuck up the guy's asshole! He kept working it in deeper, moving along with him, as the guy fucked the boy's butt! The naked guy seemed to want to make it last, because every now and then he'd slow down and hold still. Every time he did this, the man would pull his finger out and bend to lick his asshole!

Nobody was paying any attention to me, and my prick was beginning to leak in my pants. Fearing that I might come across a scene so hot that I wouldn't be able to control myself, I unbuttoned my Levi's and pulled my cock out. It was harder than a rock, but I just let it stick out as I surveyed the horny crowd.

Suddenly, a strong light flashed in my face, then settled on the stiff boner sticking out of my pants. It was an usher... I froze! He came up to me and put his hand on my prick, gently stroking it back and forth. "Fuckin' nice prick, man! Wish I didn't have something to do right now. Mind if I take a couple of swipes on it?"

He didn't wait for an answer. Since I didn't pull away, he bent over and took my cock into his mouth. He took a few wet, delicious draws on it, then smacked his lips and moved on. All the time he'd kept his flashlight shining on my hardon! I got an incredible feeling knowing that everyone around there could see him sucking on my raging boner! Suddenly, hot entreaties were being loudly whispered to me.

"Aw, here, kid. I got just the mouth for that!"

"Hey, guy...come stick that big meat up my ass while my little sister blows me!"

"Twenty bucks, boy, and I'll let you drive my Jaguar! Just suck on my asshole...then fuck me!"

Overwhelmed, I quickly stuffed my prick back in my pants and made for the rear of the auditorium. The sounds of sex were so loud back there that the movie could hardly be heard. I slumped back against the back wall, and stared at the screen. Then my eyes popped out! The Disney movie had ended and the previews of the evening attractions were on. Blazing across the screen were scenes of fucking and cocksucking in gigantic closeups! At night, the theatre became ADULT. Most of the audience was whooping and hollering, but the youngsters down front were booing, as scenes of "Girls Who Take It Up The Ass" and "Boys Who Drink Cum" were showing, accompanied by an announcer's excited voice-over.

"Never before such scenes of huge pricks plunging the depths of hot, female assholes! Girls so hot they rotate their pretty bottoms onto those pumping cocks while they finger themselves to ecstasy! And our second feature exposes the reality of how boys--young boys, older boys, and hot masculine men--love experiencing the pleasure of sucking pints of hot, creamy balljuice from huge, pulsating pricks! See how a pretty boy of seven manages to repeatedly engulf 9 inches of massive shaft, while his older sister takes cock after big cock up her hot asshole as she takes on the football team! Tonight, following our performance of Walt Disney's Beauty and the Beast. Adults over 14 only. Children not admitted unless accompanied by an adult."

The scenes on the screen were so graphic I couldn't believe it! Yet, here I was in an auditorium full of kids and you'd think it was a Roman Orgy of some kind!

Suddenly, a pain in my gut reminded me that I hadn't taken a poop since I'd arrived. Obviously, it was catching up with me. I zipped up my fly and started for the restroom. Lights blinded me, momentarily, as someone came through the doors. I only caught a flash of a face that seemed a bit familiar...but I couldn't be sure. I went out into the bright lights of the lobby and looked for the Men's Room. It was rather quiet out there, except for the doorman getting a leisurely blowjob by the candy girl. He didn't flinch an eye when he had to turn to accept tickets from a Mother and Father with two young kids! The mother even leaned over and gave the girl some pointers!

Across the lobby I spied the door to the Men's Room. Quickly, as the pain was increasing, I made for it. It was empty inside. I'd half expected a lot of sexual activity to be taking place. But then, why? If they could do it in the aisles, why bother doing it in the bathroom? I made for the center stall, locked it, and quickly sat down. Damn! I thought. I'd put it off too long. It must be big and fat in there, and it was going to take a lot of pushing and grunting to get it to plop out. Even though I was alone, I tried not to make noises as I beared down on my sphincter. Still, I couldn't help but gasp a few times and take some deep breaths. It was enough that I didn't hear the restroom door open. I was engrossed in my quiet grunts--my hands resting on my knees--when I was startled to see a face peering under the partition to my left! In a second's flash, I realized it was that face I'd half-recognized inside the auditorium. I looked down at the boyish, smiling face--the one with the licking lips--and gasped! It was Sammy Shitlick, the grungy boy I'd met on the street!

"Hi," he grinned up at my startled face. "You takin' a shit?"

"Uh, yeah..." I mumbled, self-consciously. "Trying anyway."

"Great! Can I watch?" he gushed, eagerly.

"ARE YOU KIDDING?!" I screamed.

"No, man. Everything they say about me is true. I'm a poop queen! Lemme see it come out, willya? I'll lick your hole afterward!"

"LICK IT?!!" I gasped, unbelieving.

"Sure. I love to lick a guy's ass after he takes a shit!"

I stared down at him, increduously. "You like...the taste of shit?"

"No...not much. But if I get to see his turd come out, I get so hot all I wanna do is lick his hole!"

"B-but...what if it's messy?!" I couldn't believe someone would...

"Don't matter, man. Just seein' that turd squish outta there turns me on so much I just put my mouth there and SUCK and SUCK!" He scooted his face further back to where my ass was sitting on the pot. He had such a goofy expression on his face, and I was feeling so raunchy, that I didn't object when he started to slip his body underneath to come into my stall! He knelt up beside me and started to feel my ass. He was right back there, running his hand over my buttocks, and dipping his finger down into the toilet to caress my protruding anus! He was running his fingertip over it--playing with it and pressing on it. All the time he was close, speaking softly at me, trying to put me at ease.

"Ummm, nice bottom! Nice and smooth. Big fat asslips. Ohhh, I love feeling them! I'd like to suck on 'em if you weren't gonna take a big shit right now. Don't be bothered. I done this with a lotta guys. Played with 'em while they was about to shit. Get my finger pokin' in there til I feel their turd startin' out. And feeling it all the time it's coming! I don't mind playin' with a guy's turd. That fella in the truck, today? He rags me when he's round his friends...but he likes takin' shits for me. Makes me handle his turd while I clean his asshole for him. Even shit right in my mouth once! But I didn't like it. Maybe cause he had such a big, fat turd and I couldn't breathe! But sometimes I let him see me lick on it. Then he pushes his hole in my face so I can clean him real good. I can tell, fiddlin' back here, you got a big one ready to come out. Lift up and let me watch it come out. I'll hold it in my hand as you shit, then I'll suck your asshole clean! PLEASE!"

The slow, sensuous movement of his finger on my puffy anus matched the rhythmic tone of his voice. My dick tingled, even though it wasn't hard, and I obediently lifted my ass from the seat. I leaned against the other side of the partition, squatting my bottom over the toilet, and bent over. I looked between my legs, getting an upside down view of his eager face, as I proceeded to perform the obscene act for his pleasure and mine. I re-situated my feet further apart, and lowered my butt even more. Then I concentrated.

"Oh, how beautiful!" he cried, running his finger over my hole. "I will lick it a bit, if you don't mind!" He stuck his face between my cheeks and fluttered his tongue over my expanding anus! The feel of it made me want to shit right in his mouth! It was so obscenely nasty! Any guy, I figured, who'd put his tongue at my gaping hole just as I'm about to take a big shit--deserves a turd in his mouth! Still, I remembered that he didn't like it, so I kept from trying to just bolt it. He was back to working his finger, and it was definitely doing the trick. I let out a groan, and totally relaxed. My sphincter gave way, and if my turd was anything as huge as it felt to me like it was--he was in store for a monster! I just closed my eyes and enjoyed the unique sensation of shitting in that lewd position. I could feel it finally popping through my anal lips, then felt a slight pressure and his hand took hold of it. He wasn't about to let it shoot out of there!

"It's coming, man! I got hold of it, and it's fat! Yeah, a big, fat turd comin' outta your sweet asshole, baby, and I'm feeling it. Just stay loose--let it come slow. Oh, man, I love to see a guy open up like that! You got such a hot turd, baby, it even smells good! That's it--shit it right in my hand. Slip that muther out. Gonna have me a real handful--two handfuls! Pop it out nice and clean so I can suck your hole. I like it when I lick a hole that's got just a little bit of greasy assjuice on it! OH, THIS IS SO GOOD! I'LL LICK ON YOUR TURD IF YOU WANNA SEE ME DO IT! YOU WANNA?!"

I had nothing to lose. I was in such a state of amazement in this kiddie matinee theater restroom after watching so much cocksucking, asslicking and butt-fucking going on--that having Sammy Shitlick back there handling my hot, steamy turd and telling me how wonderful it was --I wanted the works!

"Yeah, Sammy," I cried, "LICK MY TURD! LICK IT ALL OVER! YOU'RE GONNA CLEAN THAT JUICE OUTTA MY HOLE...SO YOU'D MIGHT AS WELL LICK IT RIGHT FROM THE SOURCE!" I quickly gave a last lunge, and popped that turd into his hand. Then I turned around and stared at him. He smiled, and lifted it up to his lips!

"Mmmm, yeah!" he took a few licks across it. "I lied. I love it. Boys love to watch me lickin' their turds--and I love lickin' their hot turds! Especially one as hard and greasy as this!" He slopped his tongue up and down, tasting and licking off the juices! When he covered the whole thing...moving it around in his hand...he dropped it into the bowl. "Now, let me at that hole! Lemme suck it! They don't call me Sammy Shitlick for nothing! I LIKE LICKIN' IT RIGHT OUTTA THE HOLE!"

I pushed it right into his face! LICK ME...LICK ME... LICK ME! I didn't say it out loud; I just kept pushing my ass back to his face and grinding my anus over his slurping lips. I put my hands on my knees and wallowed in the pleasure he was giving me. My prick had sprung up hard and demanding, and he had me as horny as I'd been since arriving!

Tongued out thoroughly, I sat back on the seat, all fired up. I grappled with his buttons and zipper, and soon had his pants wrenched down. His prick sprung out. A nice, hard pecker that was drooling all over the place. A minor consideration at that point! I smooched the head of his prick into my mouth and sucked the juice from it and lapped up and down the shaft. Then I placed him between my spread legs and spun him around. Forcing him to bend over, I quickly yanked his ass back to my face!

Sammy Shitlick be damned! The only boy in town who never uses toilet paper! It just didn't matter at that point. All I knew was that I wanted to lick his asshole! I knew his repu- tation, and I was expecting the worse. But they'd exaggerated. I met a fully fragrant, pungent anus that was perfectly delightful! It smelled spicy and heatedly aromatic--and tasted just as delicious as I rapidly worked my tongue all around the outside before digging inside for more of the heady flavor! I bent the goofy boy over and sucked on his asshole for a long, delirious time. He reached back between his legs and took hold of my cock, jacking me off. My dripping juices made it a slippery, noisy operation. Just as my muffled, wet moans increased to a high pitch, he pushed his anus open and really began to pound my prick! As my tongue completely slipped into his nasty rectum, I held his butt fast to my face and splattered cum all over his legs! Fuck the boys in the truck. I'd rimmed Sammy Shitlick after all, hardly realizing that the asshole I'd smelled in the street earlier--and been turned off by--was the same one I'd just avidly tongued out!

I turned him around and blew him! Just as he was shooting in my mouth, I heard chuckles from overhead. It was the usher who'd handled my stiff prick in the aisle. He was in the next stall, looking over the partition, as I drank down the creamy load.

"Pretty hot! Did I miss the shitting, Sammy? Knowing you, there must have been a turd involved. Hey, I got this kid needs to take a shit. He's maybe 11-12. Says he'll shit for you, if you're interested, Sam. You like 'em that young? I'll let your friend fuck me while you do it. Whadda you say?"

"Where's the kid?" Sammy asked. "I'm always good for another lick."

"Oh, he's right here. He's holding his butt. He's gotta go real bad. You guys come on out, okay?"

We pulled up our pants and exited the stall.

"Here he is. What's your name, kid?" the usher asked him.

"Billy," he answered with a strain on his face. He had his hand behind him, holding his turd in.

"Hi," Sammy said to him. "You gotta poop, hunh?"

"Yeah. You better hurry--it's already comin' out!"

I stood back and watched as the 20-year-old usher unfastened the boy's pants and worked them down. The boy quickly put his hand back, but Sammy pulled it away and put his own there, feeling the nub of turd pressing against his white Jockey shorts.

"Yeah," Sammy sighed, "I'm feeling it. That's a pretty big turd you got coming out of there, Billy."

"Doncha wanna pull my shorts down?"

"In a minute," Sammy said, going to his knees. "Bend over just a little. It's alright, go ahead and relax. Just don't push!"

The motion of bending caused the kid to expel more. Running his fingers over the round end of the boy's turd, Sammy put his nose to it and smelled it through the cloth. A couple of boys came into the restroom and laughed.

"Ha! Ha! Look at Billy shittin' his pants!" one boy giggled, pointing at the way his shorts were being pushed back.

"Hey! You're getting my underwear all dirty!" Billy complained.

"Correction," the usher pointed out, "you're the one who's dirtying your pants."

Sammy released his hold on the turd and pulled his face away. He cupped the boy's buns. "Go ahead, Billy. Do it right in your shorts!"

Poor Billy didn't have much choice. We all gaped as Sammy pulled the material tightly around the boy's hips to make a roomy pouch in the back. Billy suddenly filled the back of his shorts with a long, hard turd that squirmed and twisted until it had completely packed the white cotton pouch. Sammy slightly lowered the shorts, letting the heavy load hang there while he cupped it and gently handled the mound of shit! Then he lowered the shorts, letting Billy step out of them, and lifted the mess to his face. Peeking in to look at it for a second, he then wrapped it up gently and put the package to his nose, sniffing it!

"Oooh!" one boy squinched his nose, "who'd wanna smell THAT?"

"Wait'll you see what he does next!" the usher told him.

Sammy handed ME the pound of shit! "Here, go dump this while I clean his butthole!"

"Throw the pants out, too," Billy said. "Can't take them home now!"

"No, bring 'em back to me!" Sammy said. "I'll take 'em with me."

A few more boys had come in and were standing around giggling as Sammy spread the boy's surprisingly only slightly- soiled asscrack and began to lick it clean!"

"Hey, Chuck, come watch this. Billy just shit in his pants and now Sammy's licking the poop off his butthole!"

"Any of you other guys wanna pop a turd, go ahead. Sammy'll be your toilet paper!" The usher was trying to keep things going. I guess he really gets off seeing boys taking shits and watching Sammy lick them! I'd dumped the messy pants--taking a quick sniff when nobody could see --and handed them back to Sam. He quickly stuffed them into his back pocket for a later smell-a-thon!

Two giggling boys started to drop their pants, while a third went over and unzipped the usher--fishing inside for his prick. With a bit of effort, he managed to drag it out and started to suck on it! I debated whether to hang around any longer, when the usher pushed his pants all the way down. He had big, hard cock and the boy was really loving it up! He was about 13 and had obviously sucked a few pricks and liked it. But it was when the usher turned to me and winked, lifting up his shirttail to show me his incredibly smooth, tanned ass, that I recalled him saying I could fuck him. I went over and closely surveyed the offered fanny, reaching out to feel the soft cheeks.

"Go ahead, fuck me, man!" he said over his shoulder.

I couldn't resist it. I dropped my pants back down again, and my boner sprung up hard and ready. I was going to fuck him, right there in front of the younger boys! My mouth was dry, and I was wondering what I was going to do for lubricant. I couldn't just shove it in there dry!

Smiling, he noticed my confusion. "Don't worry about it. The manager fucked me before we opened. Lick it for me a little--I'll loosen up!"

Good idea, I thought! Even though he'd been recently fucked, the sight of his hot ass had me immediately on my knees. I took a quick glance to my left to see two boys, side- by-side, bending their naked asses over. Sammy was standing behind them, his pants now around his ankles. His prick was bobbing around as he worked a finger into each boy's anus, opening them up! I spread the usher's cheeks apart and nosed right in there. The smell was heavenly and the hole was big and mushy! I pulled him back onto my face and started to suck it!

Just then, a man in a suit came into the restroom. "ROZZELLI! We need help behind the candy counter!" Surveying the sexual wantonness, he paid particular attention to the sight of me with my face up his usher's asscrack! I didn't pull away--NOT IN THIS TOWN!--I just looked at him over the hills and valley I was licking!

"Aw, Mister Farley," Rozzelli cried, "would you mind handling it? I'm about ready to get quite nicely plugged up the ass!"

The manager walked over and took a gander at my hard pecker and chuckled. "Guess that is hard to resist! Okay, guess I owe you one. But make it snappy, willya?? And don't go shittin' that juice out. I'll suck the boy's jism out after the break." He turned and looked at Sammy. "And you, SS...you hang around too. You wanna use my restroom for your filthy behavior, you can damn well suck my asshole, too!"

Ah, the brazen words being said in public! Suck assholes! He was going to suck my cum out of Rozzelli's asshole. Sammy was going to suck his asshole, too--maybe at the same time. And I was on my knees sucking away on the usher's asshole! DAMN, THIS TOWN IS FUN! I got up and aimed my leaking prick at his hole. I no sooner had the knob in place, then he backed up onto it. ALL OF IT! I started pumping right away, while he spread his legs and held still so the boy in front could give him an energetic blowjob. I held his small hips and gasped at the wonderful feelings as my prick rode in and out, and his anus tightened and loosened on my shaft.

Even more boys were standing around watching us now. Most were gaping at what Sammy was doing, but a couple had come over to watch our fuck-and-blow show. A young, fully-clothed giggling boy of 7 or 8 was behind me, patting my naked ass. I smiled at him, then looked back at the other three. Sammy had pulled his fingers from their bums, and was holding an open palm under each of their expanding anuses, encouraging the boys to shit at the same time. They timed it nearly perfectly. With loud grunts, they simultaneously bolted steamy boyturds into Sammy's hands! He stood there, reaching down, receiving a creamy offering from the adolescent hairless poopholes. When the boys finally pinched off, Sammy crouched right down behind them. He dropped the turds onto the tile floor and squeezed the two sweet butts close together. Then he went from hole to hole--back and forth--licking the boys clean! It was obvious he was digging his tongue in, tasting their young poop!

I watched the expressions on the other boys' faces and shot a big load up the usher's horny ass. When I pulled out, he straightened up and started to jack off. He pulled the young blowboy's face to his crotch and splattered bolts of cum all over the kid's face and out-stretched tongue! The little rascal was avidly drawing it into his mouth and swiping his tongue around his lips for all he could get. Then the older boy put his gooey prick into the boy's mouth and let him suck on his knob for the last of it!

When the sucking began to hurt his tender prickhead, he pulled it out of the kid's hungry mouth. Reaching back, he put his hand on my ass and pushed me toward the kid. My slimy prick was still half-hard.

"Here, suck him for a while!" The boy knew my cock had just been up the usher's rectum, but he didn't hesitate for a moment. He drew it into his mouth and proceeded to suck and lick me clean!

Rozzelli was pulling up his uniform pants, hurrying to get back to the lobby. He didn't bother to wipe his moist hole, he just hiked 'em up! I guessed the manager probably wouldn't mind at all.

Having finished me up, the kid looked a bit dejected. What the hell. I went to my knees and pulled his pants down. He rested his hands on my shoulders and quickly shot long streams of jizz down my throat as I blew him!

Hiking up my pants, I waved to Sammy. Already, another boy was slipping his trousers down in front of Sammy's face! He was certainly having a wild afternoon!

Just outside the restroom door I saw an older man in his forties leaning against the wall. He had an absolutely enormous prick sticking out of his pants and he was casually stroking it, offering it to the boys who walked by. "Come on, boys... give it a lick!" Most of them just stared at the big thing... a few managing to brush their hand over the fat knob as they walked on. "Want me to burp it, mister?" one kid teased, not even getting close to it. "Boy, would my sister like that!" another gasped. "Go find Scotty Turner, mister. He'll suck anything!" Saturday matinee at the Bijou was obviously a child- molester's paradise. Except that nobody was actually molested. Seems there just wasn't such a thing in this town. I wanted to go back into the auditorium to see the second feature and just relax, but I knew that wouldn't work out. My dick was getting too raw for that crowd!

The lobby was just clearing out. The manager and the usher were busy restocking the candy counter, while a girl was busy popping up a batch of fresh popcorn. Rozzelli nodded at me and the manager smiled, licking his lips. He patted Rozzelli on the ass, reminding me of the dessert he planned on having later!

My eyes hurt as I adjusted to the bright sunlight. I decided the rest of the town could be explored another day. After all, I had all summer...if I managed to survive it!

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