You will discover, if you have reached the age of consent and dare to read further, that chapter five in my continuing saga of the suds---I mean STUDS---of soap world is quite different than its predecessors. Primarily, it shifts the focus to a different set of characters in the fabled kingdom of Genoa City, two of whom are minors. If fictitious (yes, boys, this isn't real) sex involving minors makes you gag, maybe you should look for another story. For those of you who choose to delight in this tale, remember that the author does not condone illegal actions nor is he attempting to corrupt your already perverse little minds. This is JUST A STORY ---DAMMIT--- based on characters owned lock, stock, and barrel by CPT Holdings and portrayed by a fine group of actors whose sexual orientation is not placed in question by this tale. Your comments and suggestions are, as always, quite welcome, but please remember that this is my story and my copyright. Okay, now that we have all the disclaimer crap said and done, on to the story . . . . .I hope you like this one . . . . .
His hands flew out to grasp the other boy by the lapels of his plaid shirt and roughly tossed him back on the straw-covered flooring of the stable. The fallen lad lay there, momentarily stunned, before brushing himself off and rising to face his attacker. He didn't want to strike out at the other boy; he was his best friend, after all. But matters had gotten totally out of control and his male honor was being challenged here. He was used to getting what he wanted and the idea that the other boy desired the same thing was unacceptable to his world. And, as always in the course of teen angst, the object in question was a young girl. A very attractive young girl, in fact, who was torn in her feelings between the two boys. On the one hand was Raul, the cute dark ethnic lad she had been studying with, hanging out with and, yes, even kissing. (Close mouthed. of course, you filthy minded readers. She was, after all, a GOOD girl.) And then, on the other hand, there was Billy Abbott: blonde, rich and a whole lot of trouble, who she had also just recently started kissing. (Okay, so maybe she's a LITTLE BIT of a hooch.) What was a young girl to do? Two good-looking classmates who wanted to knock her sox----------err, carry her book bags------ while, in her juvenile naivety, young Mackenzie just coudn't make up her mind which one she truly wanted. Hit her, baby, one more time.
Raul had come out to the Chancellor Estate on that very evening to surprise Mackenzie with a fresh-picked bouqet of flowers, an action which would bide him time to stare longingly into her deep brown eyes and feel his young "friend" stir in his pants. Mackenzie lived with her wealthy grandmother, the self-professed matriarch and former town drunk of Genoa City, and her globe-trotting, sometimes-evangelical father, who now volunteered most of his time at the local homeless shelter, where it looked as though he consumed most of the food donations. Ah, the passions ot the idle rich!
Ushered into the grandeous main house by the dizzy, eccentric maid, Esther, Raul learned that the entire family had gone out. Since they were expected home shortly, Esther offered to place the flowers in water and suggested that Raul make himself comfortable and wait for Mac's return. Raul entertained himself by inspecting the many wealthy trinkets carefully placed around the large drawing room, mindful of his own low social standing in Genoa City. A couple of these baubbles could buy his folks fancier digs, but Raul was not a thief and had every respect for Katherine Chancellor's vast amount of material possessions. Silly boy!
The chiming of the doorbell raised Raul's hopes that Mac had come home, but the tone of Esther's voice as she greeted the new caller indicated otherwise. Raul was stunned when, a few seconds later, his best friend, Billy Abbott, came bouncing into the room full of his rich kid attitude.
"Billy!" he greeted, one eyebow raised questioningly. "What are you doing here?"
"Lighten up, man." Billy replied, flashing his winning smile, "I came out to see my mom."
Billy's mother, super-bitch Jill Abbott, also lived in the wealthy dysfunctional commune due to some convoluted legal loop-hole. But Raul knew full well that Billy and his mom mixed like oil and water, and that his buddy would never have trekked out to the Chancellor estate just to sling hateful words with mommy dearest. No, Billy had come out to see Mac. In fact, it seemed to Raul that Billy had been seeing alot of Mac lately. Just the other day he had encountered them by Mac's locker at school and it looked to him as though Billy had been about to make a move on Mac. That, coupled with Mackenzie's flustered reaction, made Raul take pause. And now, with Billy making a special trip to the estate, he was certain his best friend was making moves on his girl.
"Nobody's here but me," Raul told him. "And I think you and me had better go take a walk."
"Sure, buddy," Billy continued to smile, "let's walk."
They traveled down the well-lit path which led from the main house to the stables in the back which housed Katherine Chancellor's show horses. Neither spoke a word. The chirping of crickets broke through the still night air as Billy whistled a tune while he cast sideways glances at his buddy. Raul had a fiercely determined look on his cute young face and Billy was fairly certain he knew what was on his friend's mind.
Entering the dimly lit stables, Billy stooped down to pick up a strand of straw and roll it between his teeth. Turning to face Raul with thumbs hooked in the belt-hoops of his loose-fitting jeans, Billy had the look of an inncoent wise-ass. Raul was not to be fooled; he had seen all of Abbott's acts before.
"You came out here to see Mac, didn't you?" Raul challenged him. "And don't even try to deny it, man. I saw the way you were looking at Mac the other day by her locker."
Shrugging his shoulders, Billy spread his hands wide. "Dude, I don't know what you're talking about. So what if I did come out to see Mac. We're friends, right? "
"No," Raul responded, his fiery eyes hardening. "It's obvious that you sweat Mac and I'm telling you to back off."
"Oh yeah? Well, maybe Mac doesn't want me to back off, buddy boy," Billy replied, his blue eyes narrowing. "Maybe Mac likes the both of us and is having a hard time deciding which she likes more."
"ONLY BECAUSE YOU'VE CONFUSED HER!" Raul shouted, his hands reaching out to grasp the other boy by the lapels of his plaid shirt and roughly toss him back on the straw-covered flooring of the stable. The fallen lad lay there, momentarily stunned, before brushing himself off and rising to face his attacker. He didn't want to strike out at the other boy; after all, he was his best friend. But matters had gotten totally out of control and his male honor was being challenged. He was a spoiled rich boy, used to getting what he wanted, and the idea that his best friend desired the same thing was unacceptable in his world.
"Raul, man, you'd BETTER BACK OFF!" he warned, but Raul was incensed. He moved to push at the blonde boy again, but Billy was ready this time. Rushing into the frame of his body, Billy hugged his arms around the boy and both went tumbling backwards into an empty stall. Raul tried to pound his small fists against the boy on top of him and thrashed about to extricate himself from Billy's crushing body. Billy cried out as Raul grabbed a handful of his blonde locks and yanked, causing Abbott to lose his advantage. Raul heaved his friend to the side, but Billy rebounded and tackled the Latin youth, clutching at his flailing legs.
The prized Arabians in adjoining stalls reared nervously at the skirmish as both boys continued to do battle over the honor of fair Mackenzie. Raul tossed Billy over on his back; Billy countered by holding Raul in an arm-lock; Raul rebounded and suffocated Billy's face into the abundant straw. Their bodies locked in an ever-changing array of teenage limbs. Both boys were breathing heavily from the exertion, strands of hay in their clothes and hair. A thick cloud of dust from the unsettled straw rose up about them. It seemed as if they were were equal in strength and neither seemed willing to concede; that is, until the moment Billy's hand made contact with the front of Raul's jeans.
"What's this?" Billy mocked, holding the hardness in his buddy's crotch. "You're getting turned on by this, aren't you?"
Raul felt his face crimson and swallowed nervously. "I-It's thinkin' about Mac that does it," he stammered.
Billy smiled, his blue eyes twinkling devilishly, "Suuuuuuuuuuure it is." And he began to run his hand up and down the length of the staff throbbing in young Raul's pants.
"W-What are you doing?" Raul managed, afraid to move.
"Jerkin' your dick, man," Billy snickered. "What's the matter, you don't jerk off when you think about Mac?"
Raul fumbled for his words, "Well ... sure ... sometimes ... "
"I jerk off thinkin' about Britney all the time," Billy revealed, speaking now of his girl friend. "But sometimes, when I'm gettin' real close to cumming, I see Mac in my mind and I shoot a real mean load."
Raul noticed that Billy's other hand was now busy kneading the mound in the front of his own pants while he continued to stroke his buddy's hefty bulge.
"Y-you can t-take it out ... if you want to," Raul offered.
Billy grinned again and popped the bottons on Raul's jeans. Grasping the denim on either sides of the lad's waist, he yanked them down to Raul's knees with boxer shorts following. Raul's young pole stood up, exposed, and Billy took it into his hand. Stroking the pulsing piece of meat, Billy asked,
"Did you ever have a jerk-off session with a buddy before?"
"No," Raul replied, the sensations to his prick making his breath grow short. "Have you?"
Snickering, Billy told him, "When I used to hang out with JT we would steal some beers, drink 'em, and then jerk each other off. It's okay, man. It's just one buddy helpin' out another until our girls can put out. You wanna jerk mine?"
Raul's eyes went from Billy's face to his crotch. "I-I guess so."
Billy smiled again, the dimples in his cheeks deepening, as he undid the fly of his pants and pulled his stiffer out into the open. The young Abbott had a nice teen cock of seven smooth inches with a perfectly sculpted mushroom cap. Holding himself below the crown between thumb and forefinger, Billy forced his dick downward and then released it. Raul watched in wide-eyed wonder as the beautiful slab of meat sprang up to slap against Billy's belly and then bobbed outwards in front of him.
"Go ahead, Raul." Billy urged, "take it, man." All the while, he continued to stroke his buddy's slightly smaller boy pecker. While Raul was a light-skinned Latino, the deeper brown shade of his cockskin belied his heritage.
Raul gingerly reached out and ran his long, thin fingers up the underside of Billy's sleek muscle, but recoiled when the warm rod excitedly jumped. Billy grasped Raul by the wrist and guided him back to his prick.
"It's okay, Raul, he's just excited to see you," he teased. "Now just jerk me the way you jerk yourself when you think about Mac."
Raul's fingers trembled on the fleshy texture of his pal's dick skin as he slowly began to stroke the hardness. Billy was doing the same to him, only he appeared far more experienced as he alternately fisted the boyhood under, then over, handed, stopping now and then to rub his thumb around the rubbery cock rim and then flick across the piss slit. He leaned his blonde head down to spit a gob onto Raul's pulsing shaft, allowing his palm to slide more easily over the boiling meat.
The dick in Raul's young hand was begging to be pleasured. Taking a cue from his best friend, Raul spat heavily on the flexing prong and jerked more determinedly on Billy's wand. Pausing at the base, he squeezed hard and watched the gorgeous head turn an angry shade of purple. Marveling at the tiny network of veins which bulged into view, Raul released his vise grip and pumped the rod with renewed ferocity.
While he masturbated Raul with one hand, Billy took hold of the smooth nutsac with the other and massaged the twin eggs between his fingers. Raul spread his young hairless thighs wider, allowing him unlimited access. As the light-skinned Latino's hips began to grind seductively, Billy leaned forward and swiped his wet tongue across the surface of the other boy's sensitive helmet. Raul groaned excitedly and returned the favor. Soon they were both lapping at each other's cockheads like thirsty kittens to a bowl of milk. The ethnic boy was the first to produce a rivulet of sweet youthful pre-cum, which Billy took on the tip of his tongue and smeared across the helmet before allowing himself a taste.
"Oh, yes, Billy," he moaned.
Billy snickered. "Shoot, this is nothing. You want a real blow job, man?"
Raul gulped, "You mean, you know how?"
"Sure," Billy boasted, "me and JT did it all the time." And then he went down on the boy.
Raul had never felt anything quite like it in his entire young life. Billy's smooth, sensual lips glided along the engorged six-and-a-half-inch boycock as he swallowed his buddy down to the sparse dark pubic patch. With the knob planted firmly in the back of his throat, young Billy sucked on the length of meat buried in his mouth. Raul squirmed deliciously, flogging Billy's hard pink prick harder and faster in his teenage hand.
Abbott swirled his talented tongue around the sensitive blunt head, locking his lips tightly under the rim and sucked the syrup from his buddy's oozing pisshole. His own boycock was leaking profusely and coating Raul's hand with hot pre-cum. Raul dared to flick out his tongue to taste the salty jizz and found it entirely pleasurable to the palate. He took the head of Billy's joystick between his lips and began sucking on the hot lollipop. Billy pumped his young hips, forcing his seven-inch stiffer in and out of Raul's virgin mouth while he gave an expert tongue-bath to the Latin boy's chorizo. Young Billy enjoyed the tangy taste of his best friend's prick.
Reaching around to grasp Raul's smooth buttocks, he pulled the boy closer into him and kneaded the tight melons. his long fingers digging into the sweaty, hairless crack of the other boy's ass. Raul groaned sexily and dove down on Bily's joint, swallowing the entire throbbing length. Fighting the urge to gag on the seven incher, Raul held onto the Anglo boy around the waist with one hand while his other massaged Billy's creamy butt cheeks. Both boys were locked in a sexy 69 as their trim young bodies thrashed about on the straw-covered floor of the horse stall, oblivious to the beautiful Arabians in adjoining stalls --- or the man who had just entered the stables.
Billy continued to run his wet tongue along the slick dark cock bobbing in his face, while Raul was sucking on him like a seasoned veteran. Neither noticed the big shadow which fell across their naked young bodies as the man came nearer and spotted their youthful limbs intertwined in the small stall. Billy had worked a finger into Raul's tight, sticky hole and was frigging his tender ass while he worked the Latin cock. Raul, meanwhile, had discovered Billy's smooth ballsac and was pulling and squeezing on it as he blew his buddy's horn.
"SINNERS!!!!!!" The loud booming voice caught them off-guard. Both boys fell away from each other on their backs to look up at the big figure silhouetted in the light, their eyes widened with fear and their faces flushed red with embarrassment at having been discovered.
"YOU MUST REPENT!" The big man's voice seemed to reverberate through the rafters of the building. Both boys instantaneously recognized Brock Reynolds, father of Mackenzie. He stood there glaring at them from the slits of his eyes, puffy cheeks trembling visibly and beads of sweat forming on his brow.
"Mr. Reynolds!" Billy was the first to speak, his words coming from a suddenly-dry throat. "We were just-----"
But Brock cut him off. "I can see what you were doing! Engaging in sins of the flesh! And on the grounds of my daughter's home! You both must take penance for your sinful actions!"
Billy was about to make a plea when he noticed something he hadn't seen before. While Mackenzie's father continued to condemn the boy's actions, his big beefy hand was busily massaging an obvious protrusion in the front of his jeans. Despite his bellowing, the older man was obviously aroused by what he had observed going on between the two youths! Billy cast a glance in Raul's direction, but the Latin boy appeared too frightened to have noticed.
Billy spoke up again. "What can we do to seek absolution from our sinful cravings, sir?" He figured he might as well play along with the zealot's game.
"You must be PUNISHED, young Abbott!" the standing man declared.
"No, please, sir," Raul finally found his voice. "We're sorry. It will never happen again, I swear to you."
"SILENCE!" the deep voice boomed, frightening the already agitated horses in their stalls. The fortyish man moved over to a stack of hay bales and squatted onto the makeshift seat, his round belly jutting out over the belt of his jeans, legs parted and high-heeled cowboy boots planted firmly on the straw-covered floor. "COME OVER HERE NOW, BOY," he ordered, looking directly at Raul.
Momentarily hesitating, Raul looked to Billy for support. Billy nodded his head in the attractive burly bear's direction, signaling that Raul should do as requested. The youth rose on weak legs and hesitantly shuffeled to stand before the man, his hands fruitlessly attempting to cover his hardness. Brock's hazel eyes traveled over the young sixteen-year-old's smooth trembling body before grasping his thin wrist in one hairy paw and roughly pulling the boy face-down across his lap. Raul barely had time to realize what had happened when Brock's big hand came down to slap him open-handed across his tight buttocks. The boy shouted at the assault, but Brock only whacked him harder, his hand rising and falling again and again. Raul squirmed on Reynold's lap, his boycock trapped between his belly and the man's meaty thigh.
Brock used both hands to punish the young hooligan's cheeks, watching excitedly as the smooth melons turned a blushing shade of crimson. Sweat dripped from his forehead and fell on the lad's bare back. Roughly rubbing his hands over the hot flesh, he alternated digging his thick fingers into the boy's crevice and cracking his hands across the tortured reddening skin.
Mesmerized, Billy watched from his place on the floor. His hard cock oozed youthful pre-cum as he stared wide-eyed at Mr. Reynolds' curious punishment of his best friend. The man's shirt sleeves were rolled up to the elbow, exposing his thick, strong, hairy forearms. Thick tufts of dark hair spilled from the open throat of his flannel shirt. Billy noticed how Brock's tongue licked at his chops as though he were starved for Raul's hot little ass. His somewhat-longish dark hair fell across his forehead with the strength of his blows. Billy realied that, although a bit overweight, Brock Reynolds was not an unattractive older man. He waited with bated breath to learn what his punishment might be at the hands of this daddy bear.
Brock grabbed at the pull-over shirt which was crumpled up around Raul's shoulders and yanked it off the boy's body. Leaning his big torso across the lean youth spread out on his lap, he reached down and quickly removed the lad's pants which had been sagging about his ankles. With Raul totally nude, he proceeded with the cruel spanking. His hands continued to strike out, causing the Latino's buttcheeks to quiver with the deliberate lashing. Raul sobbed softly with each powerful blow, his young ass-skin a mass of prickly hot needles. Young Billy merely sat at the sidelines, eyes widened and mouth agape at the ass torture his friend was being subjected to.
And then Brock's arm failed to rise. Instead, he spread his meaty hands across the reddened mounds and harshly rubbed the sensitive skin, feeling an intense heat rising from below the surface of the young lad's flesh. His palms stretched open the sleek asstrench to expose the tiny bud of Raul's boyhole. One thick forefinger of each hand made contact with the tight hole as Brock began to investigate his captive's most private part. Stretching the rubber band ring, he dug one stubby finger into the boy's shithole. Raul's tender asslips clamped down tightly on the invading digit, but Brock pried him open and inserted a second fat finger. He screwed both fingers around in young Raul's burning butt, burying them to the second knuckle. The way he fingered that hole, Billy wondered if he had lost a ring and was trying to find it.
"REMOVE THOSE GARMENTS AND GET OVER HERE, ABBOTT!" the bear-daddy bellowed, and Billy nearly fell over himself trying to strip his clothes and prepare to take his medicine. He stood directly in front of the seated man, who held his best friend in place with one hand busily working up his butt.
"TURN AROUND, SPREAD THOSE LEGS AND REACH FOR YOUR ANKLES, HEATHEN!" he ordered, and Billy obediently followed instruction.
The sixteen-year-old's firm, white ass was practically in his face as Brock gave it a strong backhanded whack, nearly toppling young Billy off balance. He pounded the boy's cheek once again, leaving behind an imprint of his hand on the slowly crimsoning flesh. Rubbing the soft, young boy-butt, he worked one big thumb into the sweaty, dark depths of Billys crevice and massaged it against the wrinkled boy-hole, all the while feverishly finger-fucking Raul with his other hand. Billy groaned as the thick finger forced its way through his tight sphincter and screwed around his virgin hole.
"Oh, Mr. Reynolds," he teased, "I've been so bad! Treat me like a bad boy! PLEASE!"
"HALLELUJAH, SON!" the perspiring older man shouted, "HALLELUJAH!" And he began to move his thick thumb in and out of the quivering shit-chute, sending jolts of pleasure and pain through the boy's hunched body. The muscles of his beefy arms worked in unison as he jabbed at the pooched-out holes. Raul's puckered little mouth was now gobbling up three huge fingers, while Billy's hot little ass was coiling itself around the fat invading digit and ready to accept more. Brock fingered the tight holes crazily, locating each boy's pleasure button and forcing them to whimper like starved puppy dogs.
Abruptly removing his thumb from Billy's stretched asshole, he plopped it into his mouth and sucked greedily on the warm finger. Billy turned his head to watch the sex-crazed man lick his finger as if it contained a near-extinct nectar.
"SWEET AND PURE YOUNG BOY JUICE," he delcared, "IT SHALL BE MY SALVATION!" And with that, he planted his jowls between Billy's parted melons and flicked out his wet tongue to apply long strokes to the sticky ass trench. Billy nearly cratered as he felt the wiggly tongue break through his ass-ring and squirm its way into his shit chute.
The older man reamed out his young ass as if it were his last meal. His meaty tongue was buried in the smelly shithole, eating out the hot canal. Billy wiggled his little ass as the nose buried in his crack tickled him deliciously. Brock's tongue flickered wildly within him, ceasing only long enough to extricate the young boy's ass juice, swirl it around inside his mouth, and swallow it down into his big belly. Billy feared for a moment that big Brock hadn't had a meal in awhile and might be tempted to eat him from the inside out. At least, that's what it felt like to him.
The man's fingers plowed now with rapid rocket-fire into poor Raul's stretched ass cavity while the boy ground his blood-engorged penis against Mr. Reynold's meaty thigh. Dick drool seeped from his young piss-slit and drenched the denim of Brock's jeans. His hole was wide open and totally relaxed, almost relishing the "punishment" he was receiving.
Tearing himself away from the sweet boy ass in front of him, Brock pushed Raul from his lap. The boy fell to the floor at the big man's feet as Billy turned to face the two. Yanking at the buttons of his shirt, Brock tore the sweat-stained material from his body, revealing his big hairy barrel chest with huge erect half-inch nipples. Reaching down to unzip his fly, he tossed the jeans and boxers from his body and leaned back with legs wide apart. Both boys gasped as they saw the big adult cock which rose from his thick mass of dark pubic hair.
The weapon must have been at least eight inches long and every bit of five to six inches around. A network of pronounced pulsating veins worked their way in haphazard fashion along the blood-engorged circumference up to an angry-looking huge purple head. The thick slit on the top of the man's penis parted as they watched, and a healthy flow of cock snot ebbed from the hole to glide down the striking marble tower.
"DOWN ON YOUR KNEES!" he ordered, and they scampered to do so within the spread of his hairy thighs. "NOW WRAP YOUR EVIL LITTLE LIPS AROUND MY PRONG AND SUCK FOR YOUR REDEMPTION!"
Billy, the more street-wise of the two, was getting a little tired of the sermonizing routine. All Mr. Reynolds had to do was simply say "suck my dick" and, by this point, he would have willingly complied. But naieve Raul seemed to be buying the act lock, stock and barrel and appeared anxious to please the father of his girl friend, so Billy played along with the charade. All the old fuck wanted was to get laid and, stuck out here with old lady Chancellor for the better part of the day, Billy could well understand his sexual frustration. And, what's more, he was dying to get his hands on that big fucking cock.
Surprisingly, Raul beat him to the punch. Before Billy had a chance to advance, Raul was lapping at the drool seeping down the underside of the bulging shaft. His young tongue started at the base of the thick rod and swiped upward, collecting all the hot jizz and taking it into his mouth. Billy stopped the flow by covering the humungous crown with his open mouth. Dipping the tip of his tongue into the wide piss-slit, he coaxed more pre-cum up and into his own thirsty mouth. While Billy sucked on the surface of the hot mushroom head, Raul licked around the masssive length of Brock Reynolds' impressive manrod.
Brock's bigs hips gyrated to the wonderful sensations the two boys were bringing to his wet, glistening slab of meat. Their little boy mouths sucked and nibbled at him, their small hands trying in vain to encircle the large girth, their fingers weighing his two plump hair-covered balls. It was enough to bring him off right then and there!
Billy ran his lips and tongue down the thick vein of the older man's cock, allowing Raul to have a crack at the tasty oozing helmet. Raul buried the head and a few inches of shaft into his cock curious young mouth and began bobbing up and down on the beautiful organ. Lapping at the warm, musky smelling cockskin, Billy was amazed watching how quickly Raul had taken to sucking cock. He could hardly wait to tell fairweather friend JT that Raul was not the nerd JT made him out to be. In fact, if the way Brock's eyes rolled about in his head were any indication, Raul looked to be giving Mr. Reynolds one hell of a blow job.
"MINE EYES HAVE SEEN THE GLORY!" the big man shouted, thrusting his hips upward and slamming more hard cock into Raul's throat. It was more than the avid beginner could handle and he came off the thick dick gagging. Without losing a beat, Billy dove on the pulsing shaft and lodged a good five inches of mancock into his mouth. The big fat dickhead throbbed down in his throat while Billy sucked on the delicious length of oozing prick. Brock began to fuck his joint in and out of young Abbott's talented teenage mouth, more and more of his rod disappearing with each inward thrust. Raul busied himself burying his face in the sweaty nutsac, lapping at the wrinkled flesh while his best friend sucked the demons from Mac's father.
Brock managed to push the cock hungry boys away from his massive appendage and rose to his feet. Pushing Raul face down over the hay bale, he kicked the boy's legs wide apart so that the little asshole was exposed. Swooping down, he gathered blonde Billy up in his strong arms and laid him down on top of his buddy so that they were back to back. Taking hold of the top boy by the ankles, he raised and forced cute Billy's legs backward. Billy assisted Brock by grasping himself behind the knees and holding his youthful legs in place. He hoped that his one hundred and twenty pounds resting on poor Raul's back wasn't too much for the boy on the bottom. In this position, both boys tender assholes were in close proximity of each other.
Brock licked his lips hungrily, his hand smearing the constantly oozing pre-cum along the fat length of his monster. "Oooooooooh, yes," he moaned, "twin boy pussies." And then he pressed the fat, blunt knob against Raul's puckered little hole. Raul yelped loudly as Brock slowly punched inch after inch of hard, veiny mancock into the deliciously tight boyhole. The older man didn't stop until all eight inches was buried in the tortured little rectum and his coarse dense bush was tickling the sweet young reddened cheeks of his daughter's suitor. Lingering for barely a moment, he began to piston his thick rod in and out of the fuck hole. With Billy's body pressing him down, Raul had no choice but to take the forced fuck.
From his vantage point, Billy excitedly observed the expression of pure lust which overtook Mr. Reynolds' attractive face. His eyes were cast heavenward as he reveled in the erotic sensations young Raul's dangerously tight bunghole were bringing to his battering ramcharger. Sweat literally cascaded down his face and matted his abundant chest hair in a wet coat. His big hairy paws grasped Billy's spread quads for support as he buggered the helpless lad below him.
And then, sliding his slicked up cock from Raul's pink ass walls, he raised himself to the other inviting body and slammed his fuck missile into Billy's pulsating hole. Billy's eyes shot wide open at the sudden intrusion. Brock showed no mercy to the teen boy. He thrust his hard pole deep into Billy Abbott's guts, filling him beyond limit and fucked with wild abandon.
"OH YEAH," Billy shouted through clenched teeth. "FUCK MY LITTLE ASS, BIG MAN! OH YEAH, I LIKE IT! OWWWWWWWWWW! IT HURTS SO GOOD! OH FUCK, YOU'RE HURTING MY TIGHT LITTLE BOY ASS WITH THAT BIG FAT COCK! HARDER, HARDER! FUCK ME HARDER!"
Brock obliged by pistoning his engorgred rod at breakneck speed into the gulping boy pussy. His shaft slammed in, then out, of the fiery hole. Withdrawing from the begging Abbott asshole, he buried it deep into young Raul, churned the Latinn's guts for awhile, and then dipped back into foul-mouthed Billy. His joy muscle alternated from one boy to the other, jabbing into the depths of two sweet holes.
Raul and Billy came within seconds of each other, Raul's ethnic spunk spewing all over the hay beneath him; Billy's shooting up and out with the ferocity only a sixteen year old's can. The sight of both boys in the uncontrollable throes of orgasm set Brock off. His body convulsed visibly and a roaring groan emitted from somewhere deep in his chest as he shot a load of man goo deep in young Billy's ass channel. Pulling out, and quickly diving back in to Raul's well-fucked hole, he released another blast of thick, creamy cum. The next three massive loads were fisted onto Billy's puckered ass lips, the heavy syrup dripping down to coat Raul's fuck hole.
Brock fell back onto the straw-covered floor as Billy rolled off his buddy's body, fearful that the older fuck had taken a heart attack. He crawled over to the prone figure, but the rise and fall of the man's hairy chest and the satisfied smile on his face eased his fears. Raul rolled onto his side, rubbing his abused young butt cheeks and, bringing a finger to his mouth after dippling into his leaking asscrack, he curiously tasted the spent jism. Billy ran the fingers of one hand through Brock's wet chest hairs and tweaked one hardened nipple between his fingers.
"Well, Mr. Reynolds," his spoke softly, grinning sheeplishly at the big hot daddy bear, "are we saved?"
Brock chuckled and ignored the comment, but responded provocatively, "This is one father who heartily approves of his daughter's suitors. Do stop around more often."
Billy looked over at a smiling Raul and winked mischeviously, "Oh, we will, Mr. Reynolds. You can count on that."