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THE BAD NUDE BEARS part six
by Danny Ocean
Toby Whitehead couldn't believe all the wolf whistles he was getting as he rode his bicycle over to Coach Buttermaker's house. He was wearing a skimpy white t-shirt that slid off one shoulder. It also stopped short, exposing his bare belly. Tight demin cut-off shorts and flip flops completed the picture. His lovely soft blonde hair floated in the breeze as car horns honked and men yelled. One appeared to be waving a handful of cash at him.
He rang the coach's doorbell just as the sun was dipping below the horizon. When Buttermaker opened the door he said, "I don't know if I should be talking to you. You pulled a dirty trick on me."
"I guess Tanner told you everything. Yeah, I'm guilty as charged," said Toby.
"Did you have to drag me into it?"
"It was the only way I could get my dad to do it."
"What exactly did you tell him?"
"I said that if he didn't fuck my ass, I could always get someone else to breed me."
"Toby.....Toby," said coach in a depressed fashion. "C'mon in here before the neighbors call the cops on me. You're standing there dressed like a middle school slut."
Toby smiled as he flip flopped into Buttermaker's house.
When the door was closed they settled themselves at the kitchen table. They sat across from each other, Toby with his Coke and Buttermaker with his beer. "Well, I must say that you look positively rejuvenated. You're absolutely glowing."
Toby grinned. "I am?"
"Yes," coached smiled. "You should get your ass fucked more often."
Toby laughed. "Well, it's funny you should mention that because that's why I'm here."
"You mean...?"
"I want you to fuck me."
Buttermaker choked on his beer. He sputtered and coughed making quite a mess on the table. Toby leaped out of his chair and began pounding his fist on his back. The coach recovered quickly and looked up at Toby. Toby leaned down and kissed him. It was gentle, soft and long.
Tongues were exchanged. "Oh, baby," moaned Buttermaker when it ended.
Toby sat back down. "You see, Morris. Can I call you Morris? My problem is that I expected to be completely satisfiied when my dad finally fucked me. And that I wouldn't need it anymore. But just the opposite happened. My hunger for mancock has doubled and it looks like I'm a bona fide cock slut. I'm going to need more and more. Men were actually whistling at me on my way over here and I can only imagine what would have happened had I WALKED over instead of riding my bike. You believe me, don't you?
"Of couse. You're making perfect sense."
"Is you cock hard?"
"Very," he said slightly ashamed. "And quite a bit bigger than you dad's."
"Oh, I know that, but it seems to me that if Tanner can take it, I can."
"Don't tell Tanner but I've always been in love with you. Your body drives me wild. Tanner is nice, but, let's face it, he's build like a little spider monkey. Of couse, that's not to say that he can't effortlessly wrench an orgasm out of any man. He's very cute and always horny."
Toby giggled.
"You, on the other hand, are more fleshed out, stockier, more flesh on your bones. After all, it's you I wanted from the start, way back when we were alone in the equipment shed. Remember?"
"Boy, do I. You started the ball rolling. You were so nervous that first time. And the blow job you gave me almost made my head explode. So, if you love me as much as you say, you shouldn't have any qualms about fucking my ass. Right?"
Toby stood up from the table and flipped his flip flops off. He then undid the snap and zipper of his demin shorts and shucked them off.
Next came the t-shirt. He then leaned up agains the wall, totally nude and spread his legs.
Buttermaker's mouth was watering.
"Or I could leave my bike here, walk home, and just bend over for whatever man wants me? And, believe me, there are plenty out there."
"Toby, you're not being fair."
The boy then did an about face and bent over with his hands on the wall as if he was being frisked. "Here's my boy pussy, Morris. Do you want it or not?"
Buttermaker stripped in record time and dropped to his knees behind Toby's gorgeous ass. With trembling hands, he spread the boy's cheeks and drove his tongue in as far as it would go. Toby squealed with delight. "Yes, yes, coach. Eat my hole. Eat it. Eat it," he begged.
Morris drilled Toby's asshole for a good ten minutes. The boy's mouth filled with drool that he let fall onto the linoleum floor. Oh, my God, thought Buttermaker, his ass is actually sucking my tongue.
Suddenly, Toby let out a massive groan of frustration. Sensory overload was making his legs tremble. "Coach, fuck me now. I gotta have it now. Shove your cock in me as hard as you want. Do it now, please!!!!"
Morris lumbered clumsily to a standing position. He roughly grasped Toby's hips in a tight grip. He was too sexually aroused for any cute and gentle foreplay. Per Toby's requested he positively rammed his cock into the luscious boy pussy.
"AAAAAAAAAHHH," Toby screamed, not realizing the girth of the invading penis.
The coach's cock was halfway in. "Do you want me to stop?" he asked.
"Oh, GOD NO!!!" Toby shouted. "All the way. I need it all the way in my cunt." He emphazised that statement by humping back against Morris.
"OK, kid. Here it comes." And with that he savagely pulled the boy by his hips onto his giant prick. He was now fully embedded.
Toby emitted a low gutteral groan through gritted teeth. "Fuck, fuck, fuck me, fuck me. Start fucking me!!!!!"
Like a piston engine, Morris thrust in and out as hard as he could, grunting with each thrust. His balls were full of cum and he totally disregarded Toby's pleasure to achieve his own goal.
The pain would not subside, but Toby was too horny to complain.
"Hurt me, hurt me, hurt me, hurt me, hurt me," was the litany he repeated.
It wasn't until Buttermaker did a reach around and grabbed Toby's cock that the boy finally felt a rush of pleasure. "YEAH, OH FUCK YEAH, COACH. JERK ME OFF!!! I CAN FEEL MY BOY CUNT SUCKING YOUR COCK!!!"
Everything the boy said brought Morris closer and closer to orgasm.
"I WANT EVERY DROP OF YOUR CUM. PLEASE, COACH, LET MY PUSSY DRAIN YOUR BALLS!!!! OH, SHIT. THIS IS IT. JERK ME HARDER AND FASTER, COACH, I'M CUMMING!!!"
Toby's boy pussy clamped down on Buttermaker's cock, deliciously milking it.
Buttermaker screamed, "HERE I COME, KID!!!!" as volley after volley of jizz was propelled up the boy's exquisitly tight rectum.
Toby's cum could be heard splatting on the vinyl floor, amid their grunts of pleasure. And when Morris finally slid his cock out, the deluge of cum that came cascading out of his hole created more splats.
As both man and boy stood there catching their breath, a familiar voice was heard. "That was quite a show," said Bob Whitehead.
Buttermaker and Tody whirled around to see their audience who were fully dressed, of course.
"Yeah," Tanner said, "Almost made me cum in my pants."
"Hi, Bob," Buttermaker said.
"Hello, Morris." Bob turned to this son. "So, it's come to this.
Sneaking out of the house to...."
"I'm sorry, dad," said Toby making no effort to hide his nudity.
"But I thought getting fucked by you would finally satisfy me. But after only a few hours my boy pussy became itchy again and I had to find more man cock. I can't live without it, dad. I don't care about school, I don't care about baseball, I don't care about anything else."
"Gee, Mr. Whitehead," squeaked Tanner. "I'm getting horny just listening to him."
Ignoring Tanner, Whitehead continued. "What do I have to do to curb your wantoness? Chain you to your bed?"
"Wow," said Tanner. "That sounds kind of tasty."
Morris butted in. "Shut up, Tanner. Now, Bob, I think you're making a mountain out of a molehill. It's impossible for you to look at this rationally because you're a participant. It would be very hypocritical of you to forbid Toby's quest for sex partners when you yourself are one. And it's not like trying to reign in a teenage daughter. I don't have to remind you that Toby can't get pregnant."
"You brought up some interesting points, Morris. But I need to ask Toby how he hopes to fulfull his needs. Is he going to canvas the neighborhood, knocking on doors and asking for the man of the house. Or, perhaps, hanging out a truck stops and biker bars?"
"Oh no, dad, nothing like that," Toby pleaded. "I plan to use the computer network to carefully seek the men I want. I'll be very discreet."
"And what sort of pre-requisites would you be looking for in a sex partner?"
"What else? Cock size," Toby said with a straight face.
Tanner doubled over with laughter. Buttermaker smiled and eventually so did Bob. "All right," he said. "You made your point. Now why don't we all move this conversation upstairs, shall we?"
Toby beamed. "That's a great idea, dad. It just so happens that my boy pussy is started to itch again."
Tanner piped up. "I'll scratch it for you."
"With your tongue?"
More laughter as the four trudged upstairs for a unpresidented session of man/boy sex. Tanner pulled Toby aside and whispered in his ear, "Do you think your daddy might want to fuck me tonight?"
"I heard that," Whitehead said. "Tanner I can assure you that.....if the shoe fits."
"But I don't want a shoe in my ass. I want your cock."
Whitehead said to coach, "Why so glum, Morris?"
"I'm just thinking about all the bed sheets I have to clean.
It was agreed, at this time, that since Toby and Coach Buttermaker had recently emptied their scrotums that it was Bob and Tanner's turn to put on a show. They quickly disrobed. And they were soon scratching their heads at some of the suggestions the coach was making. "Now, Bob, I want you to lie face down on the bed. That's good. Now, pull your knees forward so that your ass is sticking up in the air. That's right.
Now close your eyes."
"What are you up to, Morris?"
"Just play along. You may find this interesting."
"OK, you're in charge."
Coach grabbed the jar of vaseline and began rubbing it all over Tanner's right hand and arm. He then led Tanner onto the bed and positioned him on his knees behind Bob's ass. Then he wordlessly indicated to the naked little boy to fist fuck the man.
Toby and coach look on in silent wonder as Tanner gingerly tickled Bob's cock and balls, making the man groan into his pillow. A few minutes later Tanner proceeded very slowly to insert his hand into Bob's ass.
"What are you doing, Tanner?" Bob quiried. "Who's cock is that?"
Tanner twisted his arm and pushed deeper into his grown-up lovers rectum.
"OHHH, THE PAIN. I DIDN'T ASK FOR THIS, MORRIS," cried Bob.
"Oh, relax, Bob. Tanner's fist is only a little bit smaller than my cock."
"HIS FIST????"
"Don't worry, Bob. It should start feeling better pretty soon.
Tanner, practice a slow in and out movement."
"OK, coach," said Tanner as he pistoned his arm back and forth.
Toby giggled. Wow, he thought, my best friend is fist fucking my daddy's ass.
It was only when Bob began to grunt into his pillow that Buttermaker knew he was now enjoying the anal intrusion. Tanner gave coach an inquisitive look as if to say, "Am I doing this right?" The coach gave Tanner a thumbs up. The little fucker was thrilled at this new activity. He was sweating, panting, and licking his lips. His little cocklet couldn't have been harder. As his arm began pistoning faster in and out of Bob's ass he gasped, "This is too hot. Can someone lean down here and suck my cock. Please?"
Toby was underneath his boyfriend lover in a flash. He engulfted Tanner's cock and balls completely, sucking and slurping. It was quite a sight. Tanner was turned into a quaking, quivering, trembling, mess, but he never stopped his fist fucking. Buttermaker wondered how crazy he could make the little tyke, so he joined the fray, spreading Tanner's ass cheeks and worming his tongue into his tightest of holes.
Meanwhile Bob Whitehead was anticipating his own orgasm, wiggling his own ass and thrusting back into Tanner's fist. "Harder, Tanner, fuck me harder. PUNCH IT, YOU LITTLE BITCH!!!"
Tanner started squealing, "I'M GONNA CUM!!! SUCK ME HARDER, TOBY.
COACH, SHOVE YOUR TONGUE ALL THE WAY INSIDE ME!!! OH, SHIT, I'M CUMMING!!!!!" His boyfriend lover could feel the little cock twitching and throbbing in his mouth. Toby swallowed what little cum Tanner squeezed out.
After his orgasm, Tanner could concentrate fully on bringing Bob Whitehead off. He attacked the adult asshole with renewed vigor, savagely thrusting his arm in and out.
"Oh God," yelled Bob. "I never thought I would love being fist fucked. I'm gonna cum. Oh, yeah, baby. Fuck my ass, Tanner. I'm getting close."
Coach panicked. "Toby!!!" he cried. "Get down there and suck your father's cock. Hurry!!!"
"Sure, Coach, but why?" Toby asked.
"I don't want his cum to soil my clean sheets."
Toby giggled as he engulfed his favorite cock deep into his mouth.
He didn't even have to suck that much because seconds later his gullet was filled with his father's cum.
"CUMMING!!!!" screamed Bob, as he unloaded into his son's mouth.
Tanner could feel Bob's asshole literally suck his arm further into his asshole. Holy shit, he thought.
Meanwhile, Toby was choking and snorting. He wasn't preparted for the amount of cum his father had produced. He had to struggle to swallow every drop.