Staying With Aunt Evelyn

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STAYING WITH AUNT EVELYN--Part 5

It was a twenty-minute wait for the bus, so I decided to walk. I hadn't been this far uptown before. I strolled around to the front of the library and stood there admiring the stone structure. It was one of those old buildings with massive concrete stairs and huge marble-like bannisters... the kind where you expect to see big, stone lions sitting on the end. On the steps sat a thirtyish man with his young son, just taking in the fresh air. I smiled, then got distracted when a big rubber ball hit me on the foot. A couple of youngsters were yelling at me to throw the ball back. I bent over and picked it up, then tossed it down the sidewalk towards them. I heard the young boy on the steps say something to me but I wasn't able to make it out. I walked over to them.

"Sorry, I couldn't hear. What did you ask me?"

The boy giggled. He was about 5 years old. "I said you pooped your pants, mister!"

"Hunh?" I gasped.

The father smiled. "You, uh, do have a big wet spot back there."

I reached behind, and sure enough the seat of my pants was wet.

"I do that sometimes!" the boy gushed.

"Ah, I...I didn't..." I stammered, "It...it's something else."

"Sticky, by any chance?" the man smiled knowingly. I nodded, blushing.

"Didn't he poop, Dad?" the boy asked, concerned.

"Uh, no, Petey. I think this handsome young man has recently been fucked and he's got cockjuice leaking out of his bottom."

"Oh. Like you do sometimes?"

"Y-yes, Petey. Like Daddy does...sometimes," Now it was time for him to blush.

"Oooh, goody! Can I lick him like I do to you?"

"W-well...t-that's up to him," he gulped, looking to the heavens. "I'm sure if you ask him real nicely, he might let you help him out." Then he looked at me and shrugged. "Out of the mouths of babes..."

"Hmmm. Sounds more like into the mouths of babes!" I accused.

"So? He's learning a little early, that's all," he defended himself. "You did just get fucked, didn't you? Petey likes cum. Go ahead, drop your pants...you'll see. You wanna suck his asshole, son?"

"Sure, Daddy! I like doin' that! Pleeease, will ya let me?" The boy was already trying to undo my belt.

I was still horny, and by now I knew better than to question the morals of this town. The little angel-face was looking at me with more excitement than he would a flashy new toy. I turned my backside to him. "Maybe your Daddy would like to help take my pants down," I said.

"I'd be glad to help!" Immediately, he scooted onto his knees in front of me and practically tore my pants open. In seconds, they were down around my ankles! Petey was feeling my ass.

"You gonna suck his thing, Dad, like you do to Uncle Mike and Uncle Rex and Uncle Bill? Let him put it in ya, Dad, then I'll get to lick your butt, too!"

"Get to cleaning, son. We'll talk about that later." He winked at me, then looked admiringly at my half-hard prick. "Bend way over. I like to watch the little rascal do it!" He scooted back beside me and pressed lightly on my back. I bent, feeling his hand softly caress me as it trailed down across my buttocks. His other hand was coming up the back of my leg. When they met, he pulled my cheeks open.

"Oooh, there you go, Petey. Lots of that hot jizz you like to lick up! Lick him all over, son. Clean that stuff off before you go in the middle. Looks like there's some on his balls, too."

I rested my hands on my knees, listening to the man directing his son to lick my butt! It wasn't all that necessary, because the tyke was already wiping his tongue over my skin...licking up the wet spots from around my cheeks and the back of my balls.

One of the man's hands left my bottom, and I heard a zipper. Looking back, I saw him haul a stiff prick out of his pants as he leaned against the steps watching the little bugger tongue my asscheeks! Petey did like licking jizzy anuses, because he didn't wait for directions from his dad. I felt his wet little tongue lapping at my asshole, eagerly licking up the cum that was now dripping out of my hole more rapidly, now that I was bent over. I felt him flick around my anus and even stick the little point of his tongue into the crevice. I had a fuckin' 5-year-old boy tonguing my recently-fucked asshole as I bent over with my pants down in front of the library! I gasped and took a deep breath, then pushed. I let my hole flutter open and squirted a glob of hot sperm onto his tongue!

"OH, FUCK!" I cried, as Petey began to suck my asshole! I tried to give him another squirt, but I couldn't feel whether I managed it or not. I don't think so, because Petey was pushing his tongue into my hole, trying to get it out himself!

"Aw, Petey," his dad moaned, stroking his cock, "that's it. Suck out the nice boy's asshole! You're gonna earn that Junior Pervert Badge real soon!"

I heard a ball bouncing, and lifted my head. The two youngsters were standing in front of us, watching. They were about 9 or 10.

"Y-you want me to suck that for ya, Mr. Jordan," one of them asked.

"You bet, Chuckie! You like blowin' pricks?"

"Not much. But I'm good at it. I hafta blow my brother every day." He handed the ball to the other boy and got down on his knees and took Mr. Jordan's cock between his lips and started to suck his knob.

"Uh, g-guess I'll go home," the other boy said.

"Come on, Richie," Chucky said, "you always wanted to try it!"

"OK!" He got down and the two boys shared Mr. Jordan's big stick. They licked it up and down. Chucky pulled out Jordan's balls and licked them, too. Finally, Jordan scooted his ass up and yanked his pants down past his knees, letting the youngsters get right in there as he spread himself open.

Petey's little tongue was getting tired, so he kissed me on the asshole and sat back. I stood up, with a roaring boner! I turned around and put it to Petey's lips, just getting him to lick my knob. There was certainly no sense in trying to put it in his mouth. Jordan was laying back against the steps with his eyes closed, enjoying the tongue action on his genitals. I knew the town had finally driven me totally nuts when I knelt down and lifted Petey to a standing position.

"Can I do it to you now?" I asked.

"Why?" he asked, surprised. "I don't have any jizz on my hole. Maybe some old poop!" he giggled.

"Okay. Let me lick your old poop, then!" I said.

Shrugging his shoulders, he let me take his pants off. I quickly turned him around and got him to kneel on the steps. Then I ducked my head down and pulled his soft little cupcakes onto my face. I knelt there, bareassed, insanely rimming the asshole of a 5-year-old boy! I licked his butt all over, getting a whiff of his sweet bottom. Petey could have shit in my mouth just then, and I would have eaten every bit of his tender turd. Yessir! I'd have eaten his skinny little sausage! Chucky was trying to suck off Jordan's prick. Rich was left out and started to complain.

"Let's take our pants off. You can suck mine!" Chucky suggested.

"Why?" Richie whined, "all we have are little weinies that don't even get hard unless we gotta pee!"

"Ever been rimmed out, Richie?" Jordan asked.

"Y-you mean butt-sucked?" he gasped.

"Yeah. Take those shorts off and sit on my face. I'll stick my tongue up your ass."

"Wow! Like Petey was doin'?"

"Better. I got a longer tongue. Come on, I like licking little boys' asses!"

"Cripes! You want me to wipe it first?"

"No, Richie...I'll take it just as it is."

"Okay, but it might stink!" He pulled his shorts and underwear off, and stepped over Jordan's face. Jordan raised his hands and pulled the smooth bottom down and started to stiff at it.

"Oooh, you oughta get some of this," he said to me. "9-year-olds aren't so fussy!"

I knew what he meant. He was letting me know the boy was rather careless about wiping his bum!

"All cleaned up!" I said to Petey, quickly helping him back into his pants. I wanted to get Chucky's butt in my face, but I didn't want Petey to think I was bored with him. I wasn't bored, it was just that anything he had I'd thoroughly licked. He wasn't upset. He picked up the ball and ran to throw it against a wall.

"You want a butt-suck, Chucky?" I asked, feeling all over the cocksucking boy's outthrust bottom.

"Mmmm hnnh!" he moaned, loudly, between slurps. I slipped his shorts down over his buttocks and bared them naked. I put my nose right up to his asshole and smelled it. It was strong. I pulled back and took a good look at it. I don't know if Jordan got what I was about to get, but if so I understood his remark. Chucky's anus was shitty! He must have totally forgotten to wipe! I buried my face in there, being careful not to touch, and just sniffed his poop over and over. I took a little lick, barely tasting his shit. It was moist and creamy and I teased myself with little licks until I couldn't stand it any more. I pried his anus apart and lapped all over his sweet shithole. And sweet shit it was! I cleaned his crap off, reveling in the taste, and tried to pry my tongue inside. Suddenly, his expandable little anus opened up and I was able to tongue the shit out of his hole! Then it snapped shut, and I could tell from the echo coming from between Richie's buttocks that Jordan was creaming into Chucky's mouth, or over his face, or up in the air...but he was coming! Chucky moved away from me, eager to follow the spurtings so he could lick it up!

When the boys finally walked off, we heard them giggling to each other.

"Did it feel good?"

"Sure. I told you they liked 'em dirty!"

I leaned back against the steps with Mr. Jordan, catching my breath. "Little Petey's gonna be a real firecracker!" I said. "I was about ready to have him poop in my mouth!"

"Really? Hmmm. I'd like to see that. I'll get him to go along."

"Hey, I was just kidding!" I lied.

"Oh...me too."

"Rimmin' my kid, hunh Jordan?" A man approached from our side.

"He agreed, Baxter," Mr. Jordan tensed slightly.

"What kid wouldn't agree to get his butt sucked? Now I think you oughta do it to me!" His voice was gruff and demanding. He quickly straddled Jordan's face and dropped his pants. Then he squatted back. "Come on...SUCK IT!"

I stared in amazement as Mr. Jordan obeyed without question. Maybe he was afraid of the big guy, but according to the rules I understood, as long as the boy agreed his father shouldn't complain. Jordan pulled the big cheeks apart and immediately began to lick the man's asshole.

"Ah, Baxter...you rotten son-of-a-bitch!" he cried, then buried his face in for more. He rimmed the father with even more enthusiasm than he'd rimmed the son!

"SUCK THAT FUCKIN' ASSHOLE! YOU'VE BEEN WANTING THIS FOR YEARS!" The guy looked over at me and winked as he ground his butt into the face. "AH, DIG IN THERE REAL DEEP...JUST LIKE YOU USED TO DO IN HIGH SCHOOL!"

Aha. Something was dawning. He smiled at me again.

"Jordan used to crave my ass back then. Even got us detention a couple of times for suckin' my ass in the hallway! I'd tease 'im by showing a little bit o' crack, and he'd yank my trousers down and rim me right there between classes. Whole fuckin' school knew he loved my ass. Gave him a brown tongue once. Didn't stop him! Hey, Jordan, want another brown tongue?"

"Forget it." Jordan pulled away, "I already had one. Like father, like son. Little Richie wasn't any cleaner than you used to be!"

"Aw, he's just a scamp. I did it cause you liked it that way. You remember how you'd tell me how great I smelled?"

"You still smell great, Baxter! You fuck! Why'd you hafta go and get married? I'da kept you happy."

"You did keep me happy, Freddie. Just had that little problem with me not bein' queer. Hey, kid, you blow? Wanna join the reunion?" I nodded...why not? He had a nice one that was getting rigid. "Alright! Here, let me get these pants off so we can do it right."

"Still haven't learned to reciprocate, hunh, Baxter?"

"Tell you what. You guys do me good and afterward I'll suck off little Petey. How's that?" he giggled.

"Sure you could handle that, big mouth?"

"Serves you right, asshole. I still don't forget that time I let you talk me into trying it. 'Oh, I won't shoot in your mouth...promise! I can still taste that scum of yours!"

"Just wishful thinking, Baxter! Too bad you're too chicken-shit to try it again."

"Why bother? We're both married and got kids now."

"Then how come you're about to sit on my face?"

"Heh! Cause you're too good to pass up...like always. Here...lick out my butthole! You ready to suck me, kid?"

"Yeah. Uh, Mr. Jordan, can I sit on your cock while I suck him?"

"Hell, yes! Go ahead, pull my pants down."

I did. Then I took mine off and straddled him. I was gonna get another hard prick up my ass, and I was excited about it. I'd tightened up a bit, but once I got his knob in I gasped pleasurably and sank my butt down--taking it all!"

"Jeez, kid! How'd you do that." Baxter gasped.

"Easy," I answered, reaching for his stiff boner. "I just got fucked by three huge ones. Always room for one more, I guess. Now, Mr. Baxter," I looked up seductively, "you promise not to squirt in my mouth, don't you?"

"Heh heh...cute! Now wrap your lip...OOOH, SUCK IT, BABY! AAAH, MY ASSHOLE! Go for it, guys! I forgot how great it was having queers working on me."

It didn't take long for the three of us to get a good rhythm going. I humped my ass up and down Jordan's prick while I blew Baxter, who pretty much stayed still so the tongue up his asshole wouldn't be dislodged. He had his eyes closed, and he was breathing heavily. Jordan and I soon had him quivering. He reached back and pried his ass open. "EAT THAT SHITHOLE, BUDDY! UP INSIDE!! NOWWWW!" Hot blasts of molten cum filled my mouth. I jacked his cock shaft and sucked all he was giving me.

Suddenly, a horn honked and he looked up.

"Oh, shit!" The car sped away. "That was April. I'm gonna catch hell when I get home! Ah, you guys made it worth it, though!"

"She gonna be mad?" I asked, licking my lips.

"Naw, long as she didn't see it was Jordan. She was always jealous of him. Want me to stay like this til you get off, Freddie?"

Jordan sputtered agreement in the asscrack and started to really shove his prick up me. Free, now, I rested my hands on Baxter's shoulders and gave Jordan the hump of his life!

I bounced up and down, riding him crazily. Baxter reached down and jacked me off. Feeling the added sensa- tion, I leaned back and watched him masturbate me, getting closer and closer.

"Oh...oh..." I gasped. "I'm gonna...gonna..."

"Fuck it," Baxter muttered...AND WENT DOWN ON ME!

"OH, YEAH...S-S-SUCK ME!" I cried, creaming into his mouth.

"Hunh?" Jordan peeked around Baxter's buttocks. Seeing him sucking on my cock--and drinking my load--caused him to thrust completely up my ass and shoot me full of hot, wonderful jizz! "AAIIEEE! You bastard! Oooh, you cocksucking bastard!" he cried, shaking uncontrollably.

Climbing off of us and reaching for his pants, Baxter chuckled, "Thanks, guys, that was great! Better get home and do some explaining."

"How about some explaining right now?" Jordan said, accusingly. "You just sucked him off!"

"Heh! Heh! Sure did, didn't I? Tasty, too. Guess that long tongue of yours just made me go crazy for a minute there. Young stuff ain't so bad! See ya around, fellas." He hurried off.

I still had Jordan's cock implanted in me, but it was going soft. "You still, uh, like him, doncha?" I said, squishing my ass off.

"Aw, just some hot memories. He always was a tease. But you're something else, kid! Better get myself washed up before I go home. Hey, what's your name, anyway?"

"Jeremy. And I'll wash you up right now!" He gasped loudly as I went down on him and cleaned his balls and cock.

"Oh, man! QUICK! Turn around. Lemme suck your ass. Otherwise you're gonna have another big wet spot!"

"Daddy?" Petey had returned. "I wanna go home."

"Just a second, son. Jeremy's got a lot of jizz up his hole again!"

"Is he a...a slut, Daddy?" Daddy didn't answer...he was too busy sucking out my 'slut' asshole!

I didn't say anything either. I was slobbering all over his dirty cock, licking up his cum and getting yet another taste of my own sweet assjuices!

We said our pleasant goodbyes, and I staggered on down the road...letting the seat of my pants dry, and thinking about all the characters I've been meeting. What a difference! I had yet to meet an honest-to-goodness 100% straight guy. I was realizing that one didn't exist in this town. If he did, I'd do my best to change his mind!

I finally made my way home. Bob and Bobby Ericson were in their front yard. They waved to me. Bobby had his hand inside his dad's fly and was fiddling around in there. Phil came out of the house, saw me, and grabbed his crotch. He felt himself up for my benefit, then thought better of it and turned around, bending over. He was teasing me, making like a guy taking a shit to remind me that I'd told him he'd have to make me one himself if he wanted to see me lick a turd. Hmm. Perhaps.

Anyway, I was rather pooped out myself...and it was still light out! I went to my room and spent the rest of the day and evening writing down these remembrances. They had all been much too bizarre to forget the details of. I only jacked off once...when I got to the part with Sammy Shitlick in the theatre toilet! But then, by that time any one of those episodes would have gotten me off! I recorded up to this point, then collapsed and slept deeply. Maybe too deeply. Unfortunately, I couldn't remember the dream I'd had that gave me wet sheets!

I always figured a guy has only so much sperm to squirt out, then he kinda dries up for a while. I was finding that in this town everybody's balls worked overtime to replenish the supply...especially mine. Instead of feeling drained, I woke up feeling invigorated and ready for more of this town's pure, animalistic LUST! I checked myself out in the mirror...surprised not to find dark rings around my eyes.

Instead, I thought I looked healthier, and more vibrant than ever! Fall was approaching, but the summer wasn't over yet. I put on my sexiest pair of shorts, a tight-fitting T-shirt, long white socks and my white tennies, and went on the prowl.

I didn't know where to start. Maybe check out Robby at the hardware store? Toby and his dad at the pool hall? Sheesh, there were so many avenues to explore. Opportunity came to me, just as I rounded the alley onto the avenue.

"Hi, Slick! You ready to entertain us now." The pickup truck suddenly pulled up next to me. It was the gay guy on the passenger side again. "As I remember, you said you were going to 'suck us all silly and eat out our assholes'! That still go?" he smiled.

I looked into the window and saw that he and the driver were both naked and sporting big boners. The passenger had hold of both cocks.

"I haven't gone back on my word so far," I chuckled. "But first, let me see what the boys in the back room will have!" I leaned over the fender and rested my hands on the rail. Four more naked teenage boys sat back there. "Well," I smiled seductively, "if it isn't the moonbeams themselves! Hey, you guys ever get wind burns on your buttholes?"

"Sure, sometimes. But we always manage to find a fruit like you to lick our callouses away!" he laughed.

"Fruit?! I thought nobody talked that way in this town?"

"Well," another blustered defiantly, "we aren't supposed to, but we gotta keep up our image as the last straight guys in town, don't we? Hell, if we don't call a guy a queer cocksuckin' fag while he's blowin' us, he just don't feel right! It's all part of our...mystique, see? Nothing personal about it. Don't you get tired of being fawned over, and wish some guy'd just yank your hair and force your mouth onto his cock and demand a blowjob? We understand that's what it's like on the outside. We'll make you feel right at home, cocksucker!"

"I never blew a cock on the outside. But I see your point. You guys telling me you never mess with each other? All the time you run around like this...naked and close together...with boners and all?"

A guy close to me leaned his head up. "Would it make a difference? You want us. You said you did. Would you change your mind if you found out we'd ever done queer things?"

Slowly, ever so slowly, I took deliberate stares over their naked bodies. "Yeah. It would make a difference. Not because it would make you out to be queer, just human. You guys're fuckin' hot, and if you said you ran around like this all the time and never, ever touched each other...I'd say you were either nuts, blind, or totally insensitive!"

They laughed. "OK," the guy continued, "we got a pact. We don't blow each other or anything, but if one of those strange days happens when we don't get any action... sure, we jack each other off. Don't let it get around, okay, but we've all jerked each other's bones." He laughed. "SEVERAL TIMES! We might be nuts, but we're not blind. And the last thing we are is insensitive! By the end of our run, we're so fuckin' sensitive, if we haven't gotten off... we get each other off. We brag about always getting somebody to do us--and we make out real good--but fact is, with our eyes closed we could wrap our hand around any prick in this truck and tell you who it is. But we don't lick dick, and we don't gobble cum. Far as we know. We don't admit nuthin' outside of this truck!" He chuckled at that, but somehow I felt it was more of an inside joke, and that maybe they hadn't done anything queer.

"You're Davey, aren't you?" I asked. "I remember when Alice blew you and licked your asshole. Pretty asshole, too. She ever do it again?"

"Hell, man, you left too soon. She got up in the back here, and we rode around while she got fucked and licked everybody's butt. Even the fruit in the front seat. Before the ride was done, she was almost as good at it as her old man!"

"You guys are too much," I said. "Of all the things I've experienced in this town, seeing you ride around naked is always a hoot! Maybe you're straight...maybe you suck more cock than I do...but I have to admit you have a great gig going. And you know what? You're all pretty! Pretty boys with pretty dicks and pretty asses. I'd love to climb up there and tongue you guys all over like I promised, but...what do I get out of it?"

"Well, you mean outside of six hot loads of cum in your mouth or up your ass? I suppose one of us wouldn't mind jerkin' you off."

"One of you?"

"Sure, guy," he laughed. "I didn't mean to sound like it'd be a chore or something. Take your pick. I'll jack your bone if you want. Long as you tongue out my asshole and blow me...hell yes!"

"SIX hot loads?" I asked, teasingly. "You mean I gotta blow the 'fruit' in the front seat, too?" I looked over at the guy in the window. "How come you let them talk about you that way?"

"Just part of the game, baby. See, I'm the token queer in this bus. Kinda excites people thinking that if they don't get the boys off, I get all the goodies at the end of the day! They picture me havin' five pricks shoved into me all at once! Enhances my image. Guys wanna blow me, too...just cause I've had all these hot pricks in my mouth!"

He, along with the driver, got out and climbed into the back. He was sporting a big boner, and carelessly handled all the other guys' pricks. He was the only one of them who could do it...in public, at least. That reminded me.

"Uh, since you guys were honest about jerkin' each other, how about him tellin' me last week that you've all nibbled on his dick at one time or another?"

They all laughed, with a slight trace of self-conscious- ness. Davey spoke up. "Jack always tells that story. Pure fabrication!" I looked at Jack. He smiled...actually he smirked.

"Maybe I lied about that. Then again, maybe I didn't! Remember, we don't talk about what we do in private. Each one of these guys have had my big cock in their mouth. Maybe!" He chuckled, fondling two ballsacks.

"Come on guy," a kid who'd said nothing so far spoke up. "Climb up and strip down. We wanna feel your face between our legs, licking our balls. You've been teasing us too much these last few weeks."

"Okay, but I still want more than a jackoff," I said.

"Don't worry, man," Jack said. "I'll suck you off, rim ya, even fuck you if you want. Anything, baby. You look so hot in those shorts! I wish they were the edible kind. I'd love to eat them right off of you."

"Hmmm. Sounds better all the time. So if I get up there and start eating out assholes, you'll be behind me licking out mine?"

"Absolutely!" Jack agreed. "I'm tired of these old bungholes!"

"Aw, Jack," Davey feined feeling insulted, "last week you said I had the sweetest butt you've ever tasted!"

"Yes, darling, but after all...too much of a good thing! Besides, you're too clean. 'Sweet' isn't what you expect when you lick ass. I'm not Sammy, but you guys know I like at least a little hot sweat!"

"You weren't kidding," I asked, "when you told me these guys keep their butts clean? Hell, maybe I should come back tomorrow."

Another guy suggested, "Work us into a sweat, fellow. Anal pores open rather quickly when sexually stimulated."

Jack smiled. "That's Randolph--the professor. He's a biology major. I guess out of all these guys he's got the smelliest butthole. Guess he know's what he's talking about. I think he opens his pores at will!"

"I do when you're suckin' my ass," Randolph quipped.

I was standing now in the back, taking down my shorts, when two older ladies came out of the dress shop and approached the truck.

"Oh," one gushed, "isn't that nice. They finally have the new boy they've been wanting!"

"Yes," the other smiled. "Fine cock on the boy, too! Maybe they'll stop whining now."

As they walked away, I looked at the guys. "Y-you mean the whole town knows you've been teasing me all this time?"

"Small town, Jeremy," Jack said casually.

"Since you boys like playing games," I gave them a crooked smile, "maybe I have a game of my own."

"Oooh, like what?" Davey asked, intrigued at something new. His eyes were straying over my nude body and he didn't bother to hide it. Of course that didn't mean much in this town.

"Well," I turned around, letting them all see me, "I'm not so vain that I think I'm something special, but the way I see it your whole trip is getting rather stale. You've probably had every guy in town, and your little mooning excursions down Main Street are getting kinda old. Is there anyone around here that hasn't had a good look at each wrinkle on your assholes?!"

"Just what are you suggesting?" one of the guys asked, suspiciously.

"A drive through the center of town on Saturday afternoon. Except one of you will be giving me a blowjob for everybody to see!"

"ME!" Jack cried.

"Gimme a break," I said. "They'd expect that. You guys like giving a show...how about a lottery?!"

"Listen, we don't suck cock!" a guy complained.

"Exactly! Now maybe you do and maybe you don't. The point is, the whole town thinks you don't. It's not like you'd be run out on a rail. Think of it: going through town blowing a prick for the first time...just because you got the pick of the draw!"

"He's right," Davey agreed. "Not that I'd want to do it ...but we'd certainly be the focus of attention. After all, that's what we're after, isn't it? We're supposed to be the biggest exhibitionists in town, aren't we? We could advertise. TRUCK BOY SUCKS COCK! LOSES HIS DIGNITY IN COCKSUCKING LOTTERY! COME ONE, CUM ALL!" He laughed.

"Wow! We could make this last a long time, too," one guy said. "Say each guy loses, in turn, then we go through the whole thing again giving him rimjobs!" Several eyebrows were raised.

"You sound real interested at that, Bryan!"

"Hey, I never licked a guy's ass in my life. But to wreck the town? I'll do it! Hell, they couldn't tell if we faked it."

Sensing their growing enthusiasm at the idea, I said, "Unh unh, no phony baloney! If you guys're gonna go for it, it's all the way."

"Wait a minute," one guy named Chuck complained, "so maybe we can stretch this out a few weeks. Then what? We got no edge left!"

"You planning on making this your life's work?" I asked, sarcastically. "Nasty boys riding around mooning everybody? What do you think you do? You get a girlfriend ...or boyfriend...and grow up!"

"Listen to the little punk, willya. 14 or 15 and tellin' us we gotta be more mature. Suck my dick, you little fag!" He moved over and waved it in my face. I grabbed hold of it.

"I didn't mean you had to start today!" I laughed and started sucking him off. The others didn't crowd around... impatiently poking their hard pricks in my face...they were used to being treated like this. Instead, they sprawled out on the large pillows they had back there, jacking their dicks to wait their turns. Eagerly, I took them all in turn and swallowed down lots of hot creamy teenage balljuice!

Of course, that's not all I did to them. If they didn't turn over, they made sure they lifted their legs so I could rim them out. They seemed to get a special thrill out of watching each other get rimmed.

"Mmmm. Kid likes that stuff, don't he? Pull 'em open, let's see your tongue going in and out!"

"Yeah, he's as good as Sammy!" Bryan writhed in pleasure.

"Hey, what about me?"

"Oh, you're good too, Jack. Don't worry, we're not gonna cut you off. You can still smooch our buttholes. But watch closely. You might pick up some pointers!" he laughed.

"Gee, thanks for the compliment!" Jack said. "Guess I'd better practice up some more, hunh? I think I'll start back here." He had his hand on my upthrust bottom and was caressing it, sliding his finger up and down the crack. He scooted behind me and started to lick my asshole while I worked the guys over. He pulled away for a moment.

"Mmmm. Wish I had an ass-licker behind me!"

"Somebody call me?" a grinning face peeked over the back of the truck. Davey saw him first.

"Sammy! Just the guy we need. Jack needs a butt-suck. Climb in and eat his hole. If more fags show up we could have a daisy-chain rim going on...that is, if anybody could handle that raunchy shithole of yours, Sammy! Keep it aimed the other way, willya?"

"Some guys like it," Sammy intoned, unperturbed.

Without thinking, I made an outburst in defense of my friend. "Your butt should smell so good!"

"Damn, I think we found somebody that's actually licked him!"

"Yeah, kid, if you prefer your buttholes grungy, we can sure fix that quick!" Chuck laughed. "Maybe we found something for that third week!"

"Naw," Davey said, "that'd be nothing new. He's telling the truth. I've seen guys licking his ass lots of times. Especially that old guy that runs the watch repair shop."

Things returned to the sounds of heavy breathing, moist cocks being stroked and anal apertures being slurped on, until two young squirts hopped onto the back...watching us. We heard their giggles.

"Boy! They're sure going to town aren't they?"

"No kidding! But move over, willya, this guy's butt stinks!"

"Can't see his face, but it must be Sammy!"

"Wanna poke a stick or somethin' up his ass?"

"Yeah, your face!"

"No, your face, Jimmy!" They laughed and ran away.

Between me, Jack and Sammy...we had us a great cock- sucking, asslicking time. After we took care of the boys, Jack blew me, Sammy blew Jack, and I rimmed both of them. We all promised to think more about the Saturday afternoon 'parades.'

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