RUSTY AND JAVIER

By Uncle Reamum

(bb, Mb, Mbb, MMb, M+bb, exhib, voy, oral, anal, interr)

Nine yo Rusty becomes friends and blow buddies with a very experienced boy down the street...

Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyrighted 2022 with all rights expressly reserved by its author unless explicitly granted.

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As a kid growing up, I was generally clueless.  My mom and I lived with her parents until I entered the second grade when I was seven years old.  It was only until then that I thought it odd that everyone at home had the same last name, but I had another.  I asked my grandfather about that and he told me to go ask my mother. Mom explained that it was because that was the name on my birth certificate.  It didn't occur to me to ask why it was different, I just accepted that it was and that was that. 

Just before I started second grade, there was a major upheaval in my safe little world.  Mom and I moved out of my grandparents' house  and into an apartment.  Why we were doing that didn't make much sense to me, but Mom explained that it was because it put her closer to where she worked.  It was closer, a lot closer, just a quick ten minute bus ride and she was downtown and at work.  Before it had taken her nearly an hour each way, plus the expense of downtown parking and the perils of a car that broke down at the most inconvenient times.  I still saw Pops and Gran just about every weekend, but gone were the days of someone being there all the time watching out for me.

I also acquired the nickname of Rusty, due to the color of my hair.  At school, everyone called me Rusty unless I got into hot water with one of my teachers, then it was William.  No one ever called me William unless I was in trouble.  At home I was Billy, at school I was Rusty.

The apartment wasn't the greatest.  It was old and it looked it, both inside and out.  It was in an older section of town, close to the city center, and as such it had little in the way of amenities, except the bus route.  I lived far enough away from my school, Greenwood Elementary, that I took the school bus.  It picked me up and dropped me off right at our apartment, so I didn't have far to walk to get home.  Still, that walk was a bit intimidating, as the big kids always bullied us little kids.  They never really did anything to me, just intimidated, like mockingly calling me Little Willy.  I hated being called Willy.  I dreaded getting off that bus.  Then I'd scurry home, lock myself in and wait for Mom to get home.  Usually there wouldn't be an incident, but I never knew when I would be the brunt of some cruel or embarrassing joke. 

If the punks weren't bad enough, being so close to downtown, we seemed to draw more than our share of winos and other unfortunates.  There was no telling when or where I might run into one and I was terrified of them.  Then there were the really bad dudes, drug dealers and other criminals, or at least I supposed those types were about. 

I wasn't the only one uncomfortable about the place.  My mom was regularly hassled by some smelly panhandler who wanted some money.  Nothing ever happened, but she was uncomfortable with them lurking about.  Then there were the occasional break-ins.  By the time we moved out, we must've had a half dozen dead bolt locks on our door. 

But we did move. I was nine and had already started fourth grade.  My grandfather, who was always buying and selling small properties, had bought a small house in Greenwood proper.  Greenwood was at that time very desirable due to its proximity to downtown, and was being rejuvenated. Old houses like the one Pops bought were being bought and renovated or torn down to make way for grand new houses.

The house he bought was typical of the old Greenwood neighborhood, a house with lots of charm.    It was a two bedroom, one bath Craftsman, built in the 1930's with maybe 1100 square feet.  Pops renovated it and it was very nice, if somewhat small.  Mom loved it the moment she saw it still in its neglected rough state before Pops began work on it.  By the time he finished it and turned it over to her, she was ecstatic.

It was like night and day compared to the shoddy old apartment.  There wasn't much traffic on the streets, the homes and lawns were well kept, and it was very safe. Mom still had an easy bus ride into town.  I didn't even have to change schools.  We used to live two miles west of Greenwood Elementary, and now we lived  just a few blocks east of it and I could ride my bike to and from school.  Two blocks the other way, there was a large city park which would become my favorite haunt.  

Best of all, just three houses down from us, lived a friend from school who was in my same classroom. Javier, or Javie as we called him, was a big gregarious kid with straight black hair, dark brown eyes and light brown all over.  He was also a bit overweight.  We were friends at school, but living so close, we became best buddies.  We'd ride our bikes to school together and ride home together.  After school, we played together every afternoon in the park, weather permitting. 

Other than appearances (I was fair skinned and freckled with reddish hair and green eyes, about three inches shorter than he was and carried half his weight) we were so alike.  But, whereas I didn't have a dad, he didn't have a mom, or at least he didn't live with her.

For the first several months, we'd spit up after getting home from school, go inside, change out of our school clothes and into play clothes, meet out front and ride to the park where we had all sorts of adventures.  We had a blast together every day until it was time for us to go home around 5:30 when our parents would arrive home.  And it seemed that my mom and his dad arrived home every evening within  five minutes of each other, not that they had planned it that way. 

After it got warm in the spring, Javier never wore a shirt nor shoes after school.  Naturally I adopted his dress code. Mom had a fit at first, but what could she do?  She wasn't home when I got home. She fussed at me about it for a few days, but then gave up on it.  To that end, I'd have to thank Pops who point blank told her to just let me be a boy and to stop coddling me.

I wasn't some skinny dork, but I wasn't overweight.  Like I said, Javie was somewhat overweight and he was a sight to see half nude. He almost had tits and had a rounded soft belly with the deepest navel I ever saw.  You could almost stick two knuckles worth of a finger into that belly button.  But the most intriguing thing about his body to me was the fact that his shorts would ride low and display his plumber's butt. I noticed early on that his underwear never showed, a fact confirmed one day in "our woods" in the park where we weren't able to be seen.  He didn't just pull his pecker out to take a leak, he pulled his shorts down to his knees, which showed me a lot more than just the fact that he didn't wear underwear.  He was always a "look-at-me" kind of a kid at school, but when he then just stepped out of his shorts, I nearly had a cow.  If that wasn't bad enough, he started to dance , twirling about with his hands in the air and shaking his bare ass.  He of course thought that was hilariously funny, as did I.

One late April afternoon with the weather threatening, we stopped in front of Javie's house after school, as we always got there first.  "Hey, Rusty, ya wanna come inside while I change? Dá has some leftover doughnuts. "(He pronounced Dá with a long A, as in "Day".)  I assumed for the longest time that he was saying 'Dad', but he was just using his shortened version of Damien.)  "Ya want one?" Mom hardly ever had any really good snacks, but Javie always did.   

Of course I wasn't supposed to go inside his house when his dad wasn't there, just as no one was allowed in my house if Mom wasn't home.   That was my mom's rule, not his dad's.  "Uh, I'm not allowed," I replied.  It was tough being nine, going on ten with all those rules I had to obey that made no good sense to me. 

He held his hands up halfway and replied, "How's she gonna know?  Ya gonna tell her?"  He had a point.  He added,  "It's okay with Dá," which just underscored how unreasonable my mom was sometimes.

I looked about to see if any snoopy neighbors were watching us.  As far as I could tell, they weren't. "Well, okay," I agreed.

As we entered the empty house, I felt like we were burglarizing the place and I had butterflies in my stomach.  I'd been in that house any number of times when Dá was there, but it just seemed so different, even though there really wasn't a thing different about it at all.

"Come on," he said as he shut the front door and led me to his bedroom.  Like my own bedroom, it was small and it was crowded with a double bed.  And as always, his bed was made, not very neatly, but it was made.  That's where the neatness stopped.  On the little open floor space available, it was strewn with discarded clothes, piles of clothes.

He stripped off his sneakers, kicking one this way and the other another way.  Socks were similarly discarded carelessly.  He stripped off his t-shirt and cast it aside.  Next came the shorts.  I was expecting him to go down to his undies, but he wasn't wearing any! (He didn't wear underwear to school either?) Stark naked, he rummaged around the piles of clothes until he came up with a pair of gym shorts with an elastic waistband. 

"Ta da!" he announced proudly displaying his find.

It was so off the cuff and typical of him.  I burst out laughing.  Also typical of him, now that he had an audience, he put on a show, dancing about twirling his shorts over his head, as he shamelessly displayed his giggling nude body to me. 

There was a rumble of thunder outside.  He stopped his impromptu performance, tossed the shorts back into one of the piles and said, "Let's get those doughnuts!"

Before I could say anything or had even stopped laughing, he was out the door.  I caught up with him in the kitchen, where he already had the box open and had taken a big bite out of one of them.

"Which one do you want?  Chocolate with sprinkles or plain?" he asked with his mouth full.

"Aren't you going to put on your clothes?" I asked.

"Sure! 

"Now, which do you want?"

"Uh..." I tore my eyes away from him for a moment and looked in the box.  There were three left.  One chocolate and two plain.  I looked back up at him, the chocolate glaze from the doughnut he was devouring ringed his mouth.  "Uh, chocolate."

He reached in, spearing the hole with his finger, then he lowered it to his crotch and wiggled it about.  He didn't exactly rub it on his dick, but...

"Ah, geez!" I exclaimed. "I'll take a plain one, Butthead, and I'll get it." He laughed and raised the doughnut to his mouth and took a small bite, careful not to break the ring, then stuffed the remains of his first one into his mouth.

I got my doughnut and had to split the remaining glazed one with him.  No wonder he and his dad were so fat.

There was another clap of thunder, this one was very loud and very close, followed by the sound of gusting winds and pouring rain. Our snack finished, Javie says, "Well, I not going out in that!  How about you, Rusty.  You going home?"

"Uh, not right now."

"Wanna watch some cartoons?"

"Sure!" I agreed as I wasn't going anywhere anytime soon.

We went into the living room where he turned on the TV, found the show he wanted and plopped down nude on the sofa. 

"Aren't you going to put on your clothes?" I asked again.

"I'm not going outside," he replied as if that explained his nudity and turned his attention to the show in progress.

And that's the way it was that afternoon until I made a dash to my house before my mom got home.  Never once did Javie make any attempt at covering up.  He found a dance band show and danced about while I roared in laughter.  Curiously, he never asked me to take off my clothes and I never considered doing it.

Next day the weather was much better, so as we rode home from school we made plans to go play in the park.  We arrived at his house.  "Come on inside," he said and so I did and once again watched him strip naked in his bedroom.  He quickly found the gym shorts he'd discarded the afternoon before and carried them to kitchen where he liberated a couple of Twinkies for us.  It was only then that he put his shorts on and declared, "Let's go!"

At my house he followed me in, even though this was a big no-no with my mom.  But like he said yesterday, "How's she gonna know?"  We went straight to my room.  Unlike Javie's bed, mine wasn't made, but my floor was clear of stuff.  As I undressed, I made two piles, one for the laundry hamper and the other to put away and be worn another day. Standing in my underwear, I rummaged in my chest of drawers and found some play shorts and quickly pulled them on.

"You always wear underwear?" he asked.

"Uh, yeah," I replied.

"You even wear them when you take a bath?"

"Uh, no.  Of course not."

"That's not what you said.  You said you always wear them."

I knew he was splitting hairs and messing with me. "Well, not always."

"Then why are you wearing them now?"

"Because..." Why indeed was I wearing them?  Out of habit and the fact that Mom would get upset if I didn't, but I didn't say that and reveal myself as a dork to the coolest guy I knew.  "I just wear my underwear!  Okay?"

"Sure.  But you know, you'd be a lot more comfortable if you didn't wear them."

It was a veiled challenge and I knew it.  In fact, if I didn't meet the challenge, I would be a dork, and there was nothing worse when you're  almost ten than to be seen as a dork. So...

"Nice  butt!" he hooted just before he grabbed me between my naked butt cheeks and bowled me over onto the floor with my pants down.  It wasn't much of a wrestling match as he outweighed me and easily held me down as he sat on my back.  Besides, pinned between the wall and my bed, there wasn't enough room in the tiny bedroom to do much of anything.  I howled as he slapped my bare butt cheeks like he was playing a pair of bongo drums, but there wasn't a thing I could do about it, not that he was actually hurting me.  In fact I found it to be hilariously funny to be caught in such an awkward position.

"Man, your snow white butt is redder than your hair," he said taking a brief pause before resuming his "torture".   He finally laid on one especially stinging blow and let me up.  When I got off the floor, ready to retaliate, he had my shorts in his hands.  Naked, I lunged at him, but he scooted away and out of my bedroom.  Why I chased after him, I don't really know, but he played "keep away" for some minutes before relenting.  With my modesty restored, we both agreed that it had been a lot of fun and headed for the park.

The following day, we played another nude game.  We were at the park, playing on the monkey bars.  We weren't the only kids there, and while I was hanging and making my way hand over hand to the other side, he came up from behind and yanked my shorts down.  Not completely off, just down and off my butt.  I dropped to the ground and quickly pulled my pants up.  The only one to see me was a little girl who got an eyeful.  She covered her mouth giggling, then ran off.

I bided my time waiting for an opportunity for some payback.  After hitting some other playground toys, we were back to the monkey bars.  He was crossing and I struck, yanking his shorts down.  But rather than dropping to the ground to pull them back up, he just continued across to the other side with his shorts down and everything hanging out.  I didn't know what an exhibitionist was at the time, but he  definitely was one.  Once to the other side, he dropped and pulled his shorts up.  I knew what was coming and took off. He of course then ran me down and exposed my butt again.

This was all great fun, so long as no one reported us back to my mom, and no one did.  After the last butt flashing, we were being approached by an irate older woman.  As she closed in yelling at us, we decided it best that we vamoose for the day. That being a Friday, we made plans for Saturday.

"Come on over tomorrow early," he suggested.  "Dá will pick up doughnuts... hot doughnuts."  Heck, I was good with three day old doughnuts, but hot fresh ones... "He usually goes at 8 o'clock," my buddy informed me.

For a kid, Saturday was easily the best day of the week.  For me, Mom was home and she fixed me eggs and ham, or something similar, which was a very welcome break from the bowl of cold cereal I usually had during the week.  I couldn't very well just disappear on Mom and head for Javier's and the promise of hot doughnuts, so I told him that it would be later when I got over there.    As it turned out, Mom had to go to work, as her boss needed her help with a special project that just had to get done by first thing Monday morning.  So it was a surprise when she came in just before 8 AM and told me that she had to go to work, and yes, I could go play in the park with Javie. 

As soon as she was out the door, I was up, dressed in my play shorts and headed to Javie's.  I gave our "secret" knock (*  **  ***).  Javie opened the door and let me in.  To my surprise he was nude.  Before I could say anything, he plopped down on the floor in front of the TV to continue watching his show.  I was surprised he'd be so brash with Dá about.

I was just standing there looking at him when Dá came out from the back.  Dá was dressed pretty much like he always dressed on the weekends in baggy shorts, except he also had a shirt on and a pair of flip flops.

"Javie, go put some pants on," Dá said, "you have a guest here."

"Sure, Dá.  At the next commercial.  Okay?"

"No, get something on now," Dá countered. 

Dá then announced that he was off to get doughnuts and that he'd be back in a short while.  Javie still hadn't made a move to get something on, and was still buck naked on the floor when Dá had left. He was still naked when Dá returned some twenty minutes later.

"Javie!  I told you to put some clothes on!"

"Okay, okay," Javie replied as he slowly rose and then plodded slowly to his bedroom. 

While Javie "dressed", Dá took me aside in the kitchen and told me, "Rusty, what goes on in your house, is not my business, and what goes on in my house is no one else's business, but mine.  Whatever you might see or do, or whatever I might allow, or what you might think I allow, is not to be discussed with anyone outside this household.  Got it? Don't be going around saying you saw Javier naked or that I let him be naked.  That's our business and no one else's."

"Yes, sir."

"You see to it.  See to it and you will always be welcome in our home."

"Yes, sir."

"Good.  Javier trusts you and I think I can trust you too, Rusty.  Never, ever, violate that trust."

"Uh, yes, sir."

"Now, can I trust you on that?"

"Yes, sir."

"Good.  Here have a doughnut."

By then Javie was dressed in a pair of play shorts and we all had a sugary feast.  Hot doughnuts are the best!

The weather had been threatening when I arrived at Javie's, now it was thundering, lightning and raining, so playing in the park was delayed.  Barefoot and shirtless, we sat cross-legged and watched several cartoon shows.  Dá was sitting on the sofa, arms on the back rest.   He too was now bare foot and shirtless.  I think I mentioned before that Dá was very large and he definitely had a set of moobs. He had his loose shorts on, but with his legs together, it looked like he had nothing on at all. And with such a display of bare skin presented, I couldn't help but look his way at his copious exhibit of brown flesh.  He'd  see me looking and smile.  He wasn't doing anything, just sitting and watching the cartoons with us. 

Dá got up for a fresh cup of coffee.  When he sat back down, he spread open his feet and knees.  He no longer appeared totally nude sitting like that, but the leg of his shorts had ridden up.  I looked and then did a double take.  The dark head of his large brown cock was poking out the leg hole. I'd never really seen an adult's cock before, my only reference being my own and Javie's cock, and I was taken aback about how large it appeared to be.  Of course everything about Dá was large, large hands, large feet, large gut, thick neck and thick arms, so the fact that he had a large dick shouldn't have been a surprise.  He caught me looking and I glanced away.  The next time I looked, the leg of his shorts had ridden up even more and even more of his dick was plainly visible, and unlike me and Javie, he wasn't circumcised.  Again, I had nothing in my experience to compare this with and thought he was somehow deformed, and that just made me look back again and again.      

The rain had stopped and the sun was out.  It was a good thing too, as we had watched all the good shows that morning. 

"Hey, the sun's out," Javie noted.  "Let's go to the park." 

Sounded good to me, so we left and rode our bikes to the park, making sure we rode through every puddle we could.  Of course everything in the park was wet, but we didn't care, we had a hour or so before Dá wanted Javie back for lunch.  During our explorations, we ran across a large puddle that we had seen several days before, only this time there were these little black things with wiggly tails swimming about. Tadpoles!  Of course we had to catch a few and see what they looked like up close, and in doing so got ourselves rather muddy.

We were late getting back for lunch, not that Dá seemed to care.  He had a sandwich already fixed for Javie and cheerfully fixed me one too.  We told him about our discovery.  He suggested that we bring a few home and watch them grow into frogs.  Cool!  He gave us a couple of empty Cool Whip plastic containers and we went back and caught a half dozen each, which we brought back to show to Dá. 

Dá went out to the detached garage, which was piled high with junk, and after a bit came back with a small five gallon aquarium.  Super cool! Neither Javie nor I had a clue as to what tadpoles ate, nor the harmful effect of fresh tap water, so we put in some water and added Javie's tadpoles.  To our dismay, they croaked within minutes.

Dá then explained why the tadpoles died; the chlorine in the water.  So he suggested we dump that water and go get some water from the puddle and bring that back.  He located a large plastic jug and found a small cup for us to scoop up the water with.  Back to park.  With that little cup, it took us forever to fill up that jug.  Back at the house, we put the puddle water in the aquarium and added my tadpoles.  We watched them for quite some time and decided we needed more.  Back to park.  By the time we got back to Javie's, it was quite late in the afternoon.  My mom was home and she intercepted us on the way to Javie's.  When she saw how dirty I was, she had a fit.  Reluctantly, I went inside and had a bath while Javie took his new batch of tadpoles to add to his collection. 

To my dismay, Mom didn't have anything for me to put my tadpoles in, nor did she want "those things" in her house.  At least she let me put them on the back stoop.

Of course I wanted to go back to Javie's, but we went to Pops and Grans for the night.  We didn't come home until late Sunday afternoon.  My poor tadpoles... all were dead when we got home.  I had left them where the hot sun beat on that container all day, and practically boiled them. 

*****

Back at Pops' and Gran's that Saturday night, I had a chance to reflect on everything that had happened that day.  Of particular note was Javie's casual total nudity.  Sometime during the following  week, I asked Javie about that and he told me that he and Dá always slept nude.  As much as I thought I knew Javie, that was surprising to me.  I thought what my mom would think about that, surmising that at a minimum she'd have a triple cow.  I immediately  knew that if I was to be allowed to play with Javie ever again, that she could never know about that! I also thought what my Pops and my Gran would think about that too, and came to the same conclusion... no way would that be acceptable to either of them. 

Then I thought about Dá's dick sticking out of his shorts.  I never considered that he might have done that deliberately, I just thought about his dick and his body.  I didn't find him gross, as he was always very friendly and kind to me.  Indeed, I found that I liked looking at him, just as I liked looking at Javie's body.  It never occurred to me that some might find my attraction to them as disturbing. 

That Monday it was back to normal for Javie and me.  His tadpoles were thriving, even if a few had died.  We went straight to his house and while he changed, I watched the critters in the aquarium near the kitchen window.  When he joined me in the kitchen, he was nude.

"It's hot," he explained and it was hot in the house, as they had no air conditioning and the house had been shut up all day.  "Take your shoes and shirt off and stay cool," he advised.  He was right, I knew, and shed the excess clothing.  It was still hot inside.  I wanted to go outside, but Javie suggested something a little different.

"I've got an idea," he announced.  "Wanna take a bath?"

"A bath?" A hot bath wasn't at all appealing, not to mention that I didn't want to go home just yet. "No, not really."

"Come on, it'll be fun."

"A hot bath?  Are you crazy?"

"No, a cold bath.  It'll be like a swimming pool."

"A swimming pool?"

"Yeah, come on, Rusty.  Let's do it."

I must admit the swimming pool idea sounded great, but as he filled the tub with cold water, I realized that it'd be a bit crowded.  No matter, I was game if he was.  Problem was, I didn't have my swim suit, so I'd get my clothes wet. 

He explained the obvious to me.  "Ya don' wear no clothes."

Realizing just how stupid I was making myself out to be, I defended, "I know that."

"Then get naked," he said with a grin as he climbed into the cold bath.  So I did and climbed in with him.

Just as I thought, it was crowded, but what fun we had splashing about! All to soon though, it was about time for Dá and my mom to get home, so Javie pulled the plug and we climbed out.  To my dismay, there was water everywhere on the floor and my clothes, lying on the floor, were soaked.

Javie didn't seem all that concerned about all the water on the floor, so we left it. 

"What am I gonna tell my mom?" I asked in a near panic holding up my dripping wet shorts and underwear.

"I know, ya can borrow some of my shorts."

"They're too big!"

"Don' worry, all ya have to do is get from my house to your house where ya can put on your own shorts.  Just be sure and get my clothes back to me.  Okay?"

It was a plan, a good plan and we did just that.  I had to hold my pants up with one hand while walking my bike with the other, but I made it and Mom was none the wiser.

I returned his borrowed shorts the very next afternoon after school.  Rather than stopping at Javie's I went on home, changed and retrieved the borrowed shorts. At Javie's I found him naked and he stayed naked until after we had a snack, then he slipped on some play shorts and we were off to the park.  It had rained just before school let out, but the skies had cleared by the time we got to the park.  Naturally everything was wet and there weren't many people in the park  except Javie and me.

We goofed around for quite a while and had gotten fairly dirty by the time we went home.  "My mom's gonna kill me for getting so dirty," I remarked.

"Then take a bath," he said as we rounded the corner and rode up our street.  "I know, let's take a bath together like the other day."

It wasn't hot like yesterday was, so we didn't have the excuse that it was hot.  "I don't know," I replied.

"Oh, come on.  It'll be fun."  Well, it was fun the other day, so...

We're in the tub together, careful not to make as big a mess as we had the previous day when Javie asks, "Ya wanna beat off?"

"Beat off?  What's that?"  Like I said, I was fairly clueless back then.

"Well, it's when ya... Here, I'll show ya."  He then proceeds to sit on the side of the tub with his feet in the water, started playing with himself, and when hard, began stroking it real fast. 

"Ya don't do this?" he asked.

"Uh, no..."

"It feels really, really good.  Not at first, but... Oh, that's it, that's it, ahhhhh! Ahhhh! Ahhhh!"  His eyes were all screwed shut and he looked to be in pain, but he kept flogging his prick furiously.  Suddenly he stopped and just sat there for a moment with his eyes closed and he appeared to be out of breath.

A long moment passed and he opened his eyes.  "That felt awesome!" he declared.  "Ya gotta try that." 

So I did, mimicking him from sitting on the side of the tub to the way he whipped it, and sure enough after a minute or two I couldn't help but cry out, "Uggghhhh!"  Certainly I had broken something inside me, and I released my spasming prick, but it wouldn't stop and a second wave of blinding sensation swept over me, then another, followed by a few more much weaker ones.   "Ahhhhh," I cried out in fear.

"Awesome, huh?" my naked buddy asked from his vantage point in the murky bath water.

"What happened?" I asked convinced that nothing that felt that incredible could be good.

"You came. Dá calls it getting your rocks off."

Just then Dá was in the bathroom.  "What in the hell are you two up to?"

"Rusty was learning how to beat off," Javier replied adding to my horror of being caught naked. 

"Be sure and clean up the damned floor this time," Dá grumbled, then turned and left.

I was in an absolute panic.  Surely he would be calling my mom and telling her what a disgusting kid I was.  However, Javie didn't appear to be concerned in the least. I found my soiled play shorts, put them on and beat a hasty retreat to my house, where I quickly changed into something clean.  Thankfully Mom was running late that evening, so I was dressed, fully dressed, by the time she arrived.  All evening I expected in dread that Dá would call Mom and tell her everything. He didn't.

Next morning on the way to school, I thought that Javie would tell me what kind of trouble he was in, but he never mentioned anything.  In fact the whole bath thing never came up, not even when we were riding home.  However, I declined to go into his house and told him that I'd just meet him outside to go to the park.  A few minutes after I was outside, he came riding up with a couple of Twinkies for us to eat, then we headed to the park. As we rode, I brought up the bath incident.

"What happened after I left yesterday?" I asked.

"Nothing."

"Nothing?"

"Yeah, nothing happened.  Dá and I ate supper, watched some TV and went to bed. Oh, I did beat off again.  I beat off nearly every night.  How about you?  Did ya beat off last night?"

"Uh, no."

He suddenly stopped his bike. 

"What's the matter?" I asked.

"Ya want to go to my house and beat off?  Or we can beat off in the woods down by creek."

"No, that's okay.  I'll wait until tonight."

"Suit yourself," he replied and we resumed heading to the park.

We rode around on the various trails that cut through the park and it's groves of trees and shrubs.  Eventually we wound up at the playground equipment. Back at the monkey bars, I had him stand in front of me so that he wouldn't come up from behind and yank my shorts down.  I'm crossing the bars hand over hand and he's standing near the other end.  I expected him to back up and let me finish, but he just stood there while came right on top of him.  To my surprise, he shoved his hand up the leg of my shorts and grabbed my dick.

"Ahh!" I yelped and dropped to the ground.  I was expecting him to let go, but he didn't.  This was something entirely new in our games.

"Let go!  Let go!" I half pleaded and half laughed.  "Let go!"  He lessened his grip, but he didn't let go completely.  We were the only ones at the playground equipment that day, so no one could see that he was playing with my dick.

"You're get'n hard," he snickered as he tugged at my tool.

"Let go," I said once again while looking about to be sure no one was watching.

"Ya really want me to?"

"No.  Not really."

"Feels good, don't it."

"Yeah, but..."

He let go and removed his hand.  "Com'on.  Let's go down by the creek."

I knew what he was proposing.  "Someone might see us."

"No, they won't, Rusty. Now com'on!"

So we went.  We stashed our bikes and headed into the brushy woods and down to the creek where we stumbled upon several teenagers who were smoking cigarettes.  "Get'em!" one of the punks shouted.  We took off, got back on our bikes and high tailed it out of the park.  I doubt seriously if they actually chased after us, but we weren't hanging around to find out!

Getting back home, Javie suddenly asked, "Hey, you wanna spend the night tomorrow night?"

"Isn't Dá mad about yesterday?"

"What about yesterday?" Javie asked, genuinely perplexed by my question.

"Yesterday.  He caught us naked in the bathtub.  Remember?"

"Yeah, I remember, but what of it?"

"We were naked in the bathtub."

"Of course we were naked in the bathtub.  Ya take baths in your clothes?"

"No, it's just that..."

"Ya know, you're really weird sometimes," he told me. 

"Now, do ya want to spend the night tomorrow or not?"

"Yeah... that'd be awesome, but..."

"But what?"

"My mom..."

"Just ask her."

"You don't know my mom.  She's gonna want to talk to Dá and ..."

"Okay, I'll have him call her tonight."

"No, no, no!  What if he tells her about us in the bathtub."

"He won't.  Trust me, he doesn't care about stuff like that."

I wasn't so sure about all that and when Dá did call and asked to speak to my Mom, I just knew that it was all over.  But, it wasn't.  Mom actually said yes!

So Friday evening, after I had checked in with Mom, I made my way over to my friend's house.  Dá let me in, greeting me like he always did and not acting like he had any issues with me. 

Even though the windows were up and whole house fan was on, pulling fresh air through the windows, it was still rather warm.  Not surprisingly Dá was barely dressed, his attire matching that of mine and Javier's.  He ordered up an extra large pizza with pepperoni on one half and everything the pizza joint offered on the other half.  Never once did he mention the bath incident.

We ate and watched a particularly violent blood sport movie, one that my Mom would have had serious issues with. No kiddie movie here!  In fact, we watched it a second time, cheering on the hero and booing the bad dude as they both maimed and killed their opponents with their bare hands. 

"When that's over," Dá said halfway through the second showing, "you boys go to bed.  And both of you, keep your pants on."  That last bit he was directing to Javie, as he was pointing his finger directly at him.

"Yes, sir," I replied.  Javie didn't say anything.

When the movie was over and bad guy was once again sent to his maker, Javie turned off the TV and we went into his messy room.  He closed the door behind us, dropped his shorts, turned off the light and climbed into his bed.  There was a street light right outside his window, so there was plenty of light in there.  Maybe not enough to safely navigate the junk on the floor, but well enough to see otherwise.

"I know you said you sleep without any clothes on, Javie," I said to the figure on the bed, "but Dá told us to keep out pants on."

"Oh, he doesn't care," my buddy replied.

"But he said..."

"It's too hot to sleep in clothes," he said.  "Besides, he's sleeping without any clothes and so we can too."

"But he said..."

"Ya wanna keep all your clothes on, go ahead.  I'm gonna be comfortable." 

His reference to "all my clothes" was a bit of an exaggeration, as I only had a pair of play shorts on with nothing underneath.  Trusting that it would be Javie in trouble and not me if Dá came in and caught him, I shrugged, and crawled into the sack.  No sooner had I lay next to him and he was tugging my shorts off.  As this was the unspoken promise of spending the night with Javie, I lifted my butt off the mattress to make it easier for him to strip me nude.  My shorts went flying across the room and fell onto the floor, joining the other clothes already there.

My shorts dispatched, he lay back down and began fondling himself to a hard-on.  "Ya wanna beat off?" he asked.

"Uh, sure."

So there we lay, side by side and naked, lying on top of the covers and stroking our dicks.  I didn't do it as hard or as fast as I did the other day in the bathroom, and when the intense feelings filled my universe, I wasn't as frightened as I had been the first time.  When the dry orgasm passed, I thought, 'Wow!  That was cool!' 

Soon thereafter, at Javie's urging, I had it hard again and stroked it to my third ever orgasm.  I was forever hooked on self-abuse.  I must've beat off four or five times that night.  I'd wake up, play with myself, stroke it until I got that feeling I now craved, then go back to sleep. One thing is for sure, morning light came awfully early that Saturday morning.

"Hey, boys, wake up!" 

With a start, I woke up and saw Dá standing in the doorway.  Busted!

"I'm off to get us some doughnuts," he said without commenting on our flagrant nudity.  He was dressed, or as dressed as he ever got on a warm weekend,  turned and headed out, leaving Javie's bedroom door wide open.  Javie was about as concerned as Dá seemed to be, and rolled out of the sack.  I joined him for a morning piss, sharing the toilet as we relieved our bladders.

He then proceeded to the living room, turned on the TV, found a good show and plopped down naked on the floor.

"Uh, Javie.  Shouldn't we put on some clothes before Dá gets back?"

"No.  Why?"

"He said last night..."

"He didn't mean it. I told ya that.  Now relax, the show's starting."

"But..."

"We sleep naked here.  Ya know that, so chill out.  Besides, I never get dressed until after I've had something to eat."  That wasn't exactly true, but I didn't make an issue of it. 

"I think I'd better go put my shorts on," I said.

"Ya do that and you're just admitting that you've done something wrong.  I'm telling ya, Dá doesn't care, so sit down, enjoy the show.  He'll be back in a few minutes and you'll see."

"I don't think..."

"Don't be a wuss, Rusty.  I'm telling ya, he doesn't care!" 

Well, I wasn't about to have my best friend think that I was a wuss, so I sat, and nude, watched Ren and Stimpy with him. 

Dá was back in about fifteen minutes.  My total lack of dress drew no comment from him, just as Javie had said.  We feasted on our doughnuts and after an hour so, we did get dressed, but only because we wanted to play outside.

Later the next week, we got soaked riding home from school.  Fortunately it was just a steady rain without the fireworks.  We ended up at Javie's watching cartoons naked.  Dá came home and greeted us like it was no big deal and the most normal thing for two ten year old boys to do together.  We had earlier, of course, beat off together, something that was now first on our afternoon agendas, but that was before Dá came home.  The nudity, apparently that was fine with him.

*****

I turned ten and Mom had a birthday party for me.  Nothing big, just a few kids from school, including Javie, and my Granpa and Granma. Mom wanted to return Dá's hospitality towards me and she invited Javie to spend the night with me that night.  Well, I wasn't so sure that would work, but Dá insisted that Javie go and told him that he had to follow my mom's rules about all things while he was our guest, and so he did, more or less.  It was there, in my house, in my bed, that things went up a notch.  With the exception of that time at the playground where he grabbed my dick while I hung from the monkey bars, up until then we never really touched one another.  That night, Javie wormed his hand down my shorts and played with my dick.  That really felt good, and I returned the favor.   Soon, with our shorts down off our butts, the fondling turned into mutual masturbation.  Boy, did that feel good!

After that sleepover, over at Javie's after school, it was strictly I'll-do-you and you-do-me beat off sessions, or at least until the next weekend when I was invited to stay at Javie's  again.  This time there was no pretext about our nudity.  Once the pizza had been eaten, Dá told us to go take a bath and get ready for bed.  So we did, bathing together and having great fun doing that.  With the bath over, I followed Javie's lead and remained nude.  We sat on the floor naked watching a movie while Dá sat on the sofa. I glanced his way a few times, hoping that I'd see his cock once again.  He didn't disappoint. The second time I looked his way, he had parted his knees and I could see his penis just barely poking out of a leg hole of his loose shorts.  The third time I looked, the leg hole had ridden up and I could see even more of it hanging out in plain sight.  He caught me looking and I quickly glanced away.   A moment later he got up.  Show was over... or so I thought. 

I heard the bath water running and assumed Dá was taking his bath.  After a bit, he'd finished.  I caught sight of him in my peripheral vision and did a double take.  He was coming through the living room and heading for the kitchen, as nude as Javie and I were.  I just caught a glance at his big old dick swinging freely, but had a full view of his naked backside.  Up until then, I'd just caught sight of his plumber's butt when his shorts were riding low.  I really enjoyed seeing Javie's naked butt and I was equally enjoying the sight of Dá's big buns.  

He stopped in the kitchen in plain sight of me and opened  refrigerator.  Pulling out a beer, he popped the cap and tossed it towards the open trash can, then returned to the sofa, giving me a full view of his cock and low swinging balls.  I couldn't take my eyes off of him, even though he knew I was looking.  He sat on the sofa with his legs apart and was on full display to me.  Glancing up at him, I could see he was watching me and smiling.  I smiled back and looked away.

The movie wasn't all that bad, a feature length animated movie about some dinosaurs in a dying world. I'd seen it before and liked it, but the second time around the show on the sofa was much more interesting.  Unfortunately, the movie was just about over when Dá came in naked. 

The movie ended and he sent us to bed.  It was still early and I was all for watching another movie, but Dá pointed out that we had softball tryouts at the rec center early the next morning and we needed our sleep.

Of course we didn't sleep, or at least not right away.  We had barely gotten in bed together when Javie went for my dick... not that I minded him whacking me off.  And he did for a short while.  Suddenly he quit.

"Don't stop," I told him.

"I got a better idea," he said.  Something better than him beating my meat for me?  He began scooting down the bed.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"You're gonna like this, Rusty.  It's awesome."  Then he took my dick into his mouth.  OH, MY GOD!  He was right, it felt awesome!  Still, I couldn't believe he'd put my dick in his mouth, the same dick I peed with, but boy, did that feel good!

"Oh, jezums, Javie!"

He stopped.  "Ya want me to quit?" he asked. 

That was a seriously dumb question.  "No, don't stop!" 

He resumed giving me my first ever blowjob and he knew just where to lick it for maximum effect.  Beating off was pretty straightforward for us, just up and down.  A blowjob, however, had lots of subtle variations from the actual sucking, to the lip strokes, to the tongue action. He made me cum, and it was the best cum I had since that afternoon when we beat off after school and before Dá got home. 

Once he finished and I had caught my breath, he sprang the old quid pro quo on me.  I wasn't at all sure I wanted to put his dirty dick in my mouth, even though he was far from dirty after our recent bath.

"Hey, Butthead, if ya want me to do that for ya again, ya gotta do me too, man" he asserted. 

So I did and thus discovered that my lips, mouth and tongue were tactile organs on par with my finger tips and hands. The feel of his boner between my lips and in my mouth was like nothing I'd experienced before, especially the texture of it on my tongue.  He was right, this was awesome.  We probably blew each other three, maybe four times each before we went to sleep.

Having stayed up much too late sucking on each other's dick, morning came way too early.  "Okay, boys, out of bed!  Breakfast in five minutes."  Still, once we caught a whiff of the smells coming from the oven, we were up and at the breakfast table.  That's when it struck me that Dá was still as nude as we were. 

He was taking the pans out of the oven when Javie asked, "Aren't we having doughnuts this morning, Dá?"

"No, I've baked us some cinnamon rolls this morning," he replied as he began slathering on the icing of the ready-to-bake canned rolls.  He had two trays, one with cinnamon rolls and the other with orange rolls. 

He brought the trays to the table and placed them on the table.  We all dug in.  After taking the first hot yummy bite, I noticed that Dá was standing next me while I sat and that I was eye level and just inches away from that big organ of his.  He'd lean over to get another hot roll and practically put his cock in my face.  At the time I didn't think it was deliberate, but I was so clueless.  

If I recall, there were sixteen rolls in all.  I had three,  Javie had four and Dá inhaled the rest, and every time he bent over to get another one...  In fact, he did rub it against my cheek at least once, if not twice, and I found myself wishing he do it again.

With breakfast done, he sent us off to get dressed for the tryouts, shorts, shirts, ball caps  and even shoes.  It wasn't until we were ready to walk out the door and Javie found his mitt that I realized that I'd forgotten mine at home in my haste to go to Javie's yesterday afternoon.  No big deal, I'd just stop at my house and grab it.

I saw the nice looking car parked out front, but didn't think anything of it.  As the front door always had the safety chain on, I went around to the backdoor, whipped out my key and...  There was this strange man sitting in our kitchen in just his underwear. At first I thought I'd gotten the wrong house, but...  No need to let him stop me, so I made a beeline to my room where my glove was on my bed (plus Mom's check for the fees), so I wouldn't forget it yesterday.  Coming out I ran smack into Mom.  She wasn't too happy with me.

"Billy, what are you doing here?  You're supposed to be at Javier's!"

"I forgot my glove and we have softball tryouts this morning."

"Oh, for heaven's sake!  Well, best you get going then!"

"Yes, Ma'am," I answered, but suddenly I wasn't in such a big hurry.  Mom was dressed in this see-through negligee that covered very little and I was getting an eyeful of her tits and nipples.  I'd seen a lot of cleavage in the past, but not the full breasts and nipples. 

Mom realized why I wasn't running right off like I'd normally do.  Covering her breasts from my eyes, she scolded me and sent me scooting out of there.  I wanted to tell Javie what I'd just seen... my mom's tits, but I also remembered what Dá said about privacy and that what went on in Mom's house was nobody's business but hers, so I said nothing.  

Tryouts went just fine, as everyone who showed up got on a team.  There were enough boys my age that we had five teams, red, blue, green, yellow, and black.  Best of all, Dá was there and made sure that Javie and I got on the same team, which turned out to be the green team.  We were issued plain green t-shirts and green ball caps and told when the first green team practice was later that afternoon. 

When we returned home later in the morning, the car was still parked out on the street in front of my house.  Figuring I knew who the car belonged to, my mom's new boyfriend, I decided against going in and telling her all the good news.  Instead, we went straight to Javie's. Fired up about softball, we didn't strip naked, just took everything off but our shorts and went out front to play catch. 

A short while later, Dá calls me from the front door.  He didn't come out and I didn't go in, but as he delivered my mom's message, it was evident that he was nude.  "Your mother called.  She says you met her friend this morning," he began.  "Her friend is asking her out to the lake for the day and she asked if you could stay over again this afternoon and tonight, as she's not sure when she'll be back.  I told her you could." 

I turned to Javie and called out, "I'm spending the night again tonight!" He was as excited as I was about that news.

"I'll have us some lunch together in twenty minutes," Dá added, then closed the door.

*****

Lunch was luncheon meat and cheese sandwiches with potato chips.  About the only thing out of the ordinary was that Dá was nude and we had shorts on, just the opposite of how things had been up until last night.  However, he didn't put his big dick in my face like he had during breakfast. 

After lunch, Javie and I went to his room and lay down for a while. No sooner was he on the bed than he was pulling his shorts off.  I followed his lead and soon we were messing around.  Javie showed me how we could suck each other at the same time and I was introduced to 69. 

There was a knock on the door.  I bolted up and off Javie, just as the door opened.   "Boys, you need to get to practice in twenty minutes."

"Okay, Dá!" Javie replied. 

I was concerned at what Dá might have seen, but as usual, Javie was unconcerned. We dressed in our new uniforms, found our shoes and headed out on our bikes for the rec center.  At practice we met our coach, Ned, a young guy in his middle twenties.  To my surprise, Javie already knew him and was excited to see him, as he was his coach last year also. As practice progressed, it was easy to see why Javie was excited to see him, he was funny, very good with us kids, and appeared to know everything there is to know about softball and knew how to convey that knowledge.

After practice, Dá took us out for hamburgers, then to Baskin and Robins for ice cream.  We also hit Blockbuster to return the videos we'd seen and to pick out a new one for tonight.  Then it was back to Javie's.

"Okay, boys.  You have practice again tomorrow afternoon, so go change out of your uniforms and don't lose anything."

"Do we need to take a bath?" Javie asked.

"I don't care," Dá replied. "If you want a bath, take a bath, if not, then don't." I wasn't used to such options at home.  With Mom it was do this and do that, nothing which required me to make any decisions. 

"Ya want to take a bath?" Javie asked me.  Heck, I was all sticky from sweat.  You bet I wanted a bath,  so we took a bath together where he introduced me to a soapy finger up my ass.

"Aiye!" I yelped as he made his sneak attack.  I tried to make an escape and made it out of the tub, but he tackled me before I was halfway out.  THUD!  We hit the floor where Javie quickly pinned me and stuck his finger up my butt once again.

"What's going on in there?" I heard Dá say from the open door.

"Nothing, we're just playing," Javie said as he extracted his finger from my butt.

"Well, knock it off.  You'll get hurt in here." 

Surely Dá saw what Javie was doing, but he said nothing and went on his way.  As soon we were out of sight, the finger went up my butt again.  I protested, not that it did any good, and got finger fucked for the first time.  It wouldn't be the last, that's for sure, but right then I had mixed feelings about it.

Javie eventually got off my back and closed the bathroom door.  He then got down on all fours with his butt hiked in the air.  "Do me now," he said wiggling his butt.  "Use some soap so it goes in easier." 

Fine by me, so I soaped up my middle finger and inserted it where the sun never shines.   He seemed to like it, so I did him for some minutes before he wanted to do me again... I let him.

By the time we got back in the tub to finish our bath, the water was cold, but that was okay because it was hot in the closed up bathroom where the window wasn't open.

I wasn't surprised at all to see Dá naked when we finally came out of the bathroom.  "You boys didn't leave the floor all wet, did you?" he asked.

"No, Dá." 

Dá checked and called us back to mop up the water. Had that been my mom, she would have been angry, but Dá didn't get upset about much of anything it seemed.

Clean and ready for a movie, we sat on the big rug in front of the TV.  Dá holds a video cassette up and says, "I think you boys will enjoy this one.  Javie's seen it, but I don't think he'll mind seeing it again."  He put it in the VCR and the movie began.  It was nothing like anything I'd seen before.  It was all nude people doing the most common things outdoors, women, men, boys and girls of all ages, swimming, diving, playing games in the pool, playing volleyball, pitching horseshoes, picnicking,  and just having fun.  It was, of course, a film about a family nudist resort, and what a healthful thing nudism was.  Everything was shown, from small tits to big tits to droopy grandma tits, as well as dicks of all sizes.  I think that was the first time I really realized that girls were built differently.  The only thing that wasn't shown was any boners, or any sex acts of any description.  Still, the thing gave me a hard-on just seeing all that nakedness. 

I was lying on my side, facing the TV as I watched.  Javie was behind me and Dá was on the sofa.  I felt the hand slide over my hip, but I was so used to Javie touching me and I was so absorbed in the nudity I was seeing that I didn't notice that he was going for my boner until he had it in his hand.  He began stroking it, right there in front of Dá.  I froze at Javie's audaciousness to be playing with my dick right in front of his dad.  Cautiously I looked to see if Dá was watching.  He was. 

We made eye contact and a smile spread across his lips.  I glanced down and saw that he had a boner too, a huge boner and the head of his dick had emerged from his foreskin. I didn't know what to do, so I did nothing, but those feeling soon began to build in my groin, those feelings I had learned to crave.  I closed my eyes and shuddered as the orgasm swept over me. 

Coming to my senses, I was mortified.  Dá had just watched Javie and I do one the most naughtiest things to do.  I looked again at Dá.  He was still sitting there with a smile on his lips.  I looked just in time to see a large drop of clear liquid drool from his dick.  It was thick and remained attached to the tip of his dick halfway to the sofa. He then took his cock in hand and began stroking it as he looked at me. 

"Look, Dá's beating off," Javie said as if I didn't already know.  He rose up off the rug and said, "Come see."  I could see perfectly fine from where I was, but he wanted me even closer. 

Dá said not a word as we gathered at his feet, watching him doing the most personal private thing a man (or boy) could do.  Indeed, it was as if we weren't even there as his eyes were closed while his hand flew up and down his massive erection.  That was certainly interesting, especially with more clear liquid oozing out and being flung off.  Then it happened.  He grunted and something shot out of his dick and landed on his beer belly.  His dick shot off several more times in rapid succession.  The first few flew up and onto his belly; the last few just gushed out of his prick. 

'Ewwwww, what is that stuff?' I wondered.  My only experience with anything that thick and whitish in color was when Poppa's dog had a big boil on his back and Poppa lanced it with his pocket knife. 

The goo stopped gushing out and Dá stopped whacking his wang.

"That's what's gonna happen when we get older," Javie offered up.

"What is that stuff?" I asked out loud.

"He calls it nut juice or cum," Javie informed me.  "It's made in your balls.  When you're old enough it comes out when ya beat off.  It's what makes babies." 

He leaned forward and scooped a wad from Dá's tummy onto a finger and then held it out for me to see.  I recoiled as he got too close.  "It's really slippery," he added as he rubbed his fingers together.  "Get some and you'll see." 

Dá had opened his eyes by then as I reached out and got some on my finger too.  I put it up to my nose to take a whiff and Javie pushed my finger into my nose. 

I  must have looked terrified or something as Dá laughed and told me it wouldn't hurt me. To prove his point he scooped up some on his finger and then sucked it clean.  "See?  Want  to try some?" 

I shook my head and he laughed again.  He then took my hand, put it on his bare cum splattered tummy and rubbed my hand in it. 

I was still in Ewww-mode and Dá reassured, "It won't hurt you, Rusty." He then added, "Go wash your hand and bring me  damp wash cloth." 

I scurried to the bathroom to wash my hands.  While standing at the basin, Javie comes up behind me and sticks his finger in my butt.  It didn't go in or anything, but it made me jump and yelp in surprise.  I turned to retaliate, but he fled the bathroom to the kitchen.

I gave chase, but was interrupted when Dá called, "Rusty!  Wash cloth?"

I stopped right in front of him and replied, "Oh, yeah."  The fact that he was totally naked didn't even seem unusual anymore, it was just the way it was in this house.

He took the damp washcloth from me and proceeded to wipe down his hand, then his belly and then his dick and his balls. Cleaned up, he handed the gooey washcloth back to me and I gingerly took it back to the bathroom holding it with just one corner. 

The nudist movie was just about over by then, and with Javie's offense quickly forgotten, we settled in on the main feature of the night, a cops and robbers action flick with lots of exploding cars, the hero in an impossible spot and the bad guys getting shot with their own guns.  It was great!

Afterward we had a snack and then went to bed in Javie's room where he went down on me almost immediately.  I blew him in return.  Afterward I asked him if Dá had any rules at all.

"Of course he has rules," he answered as if that explained anything.

"I mean, does he care if we...."

"Blow each other? Naw, he doesn't care."

"Really?  How do you know?"

"I just know.  Look, he has this buddy who comes over now and then. They always blow each other."

"You've seen them?"

"Yeah, lots of times.  And his friend brings this kid with him sometimes and we blow each other too."

"Really?"

"Yes, really, but I'm not supposed to use any names or anything, even with you, so don't ask. Heck, they watch us blow each other."  This just seemed so preposterous to me, but after what had happened earlier that night, it was at the same time believable.

*****

Mom wasn't shy about taking advantage of a situation.  In this case, Dá's willingness to look after me whenever she needed him to.  Of course Dá had his own unspoken agenda, so the two were in perfect harmony.    

After she asked him to take care of me for the whole weekend, she didn't hesitate to ask him to do it again a few days later.  She called him at work that Thursday morning and told him that she needed to go on an overnight business trip with her new boss that night and could he watch me that night, assuring him that she'd be home early Friday evening.  Dá, of course, said yes.

I didn't find out about it until that morning, in school, when a messenger from the Principal's office came by the classroom and delivered a note to my teacher, who then delivered it to me. The note was clear enough, I was to spend the night at Javier's that night.

Trouble was, Javie wasn't in school that day.  I found out later that he was spending time with his mother, whom he rarely saw and whom he didn't care to see... ever.  Seems she was some sort of drug crazied criminal who spent a lot of time in jail, and she was out of jail for the moment and had demanded to see Javier.  I could relate to Javie's living with a single parent circumstance, but from the stories he told me about his mother, for once I considered myself lucky that I didn't know my dad.  He was just totally absent and not at all a part of my life, whereas his mom was absent, but she was still an unpleasant part of his life.

So after school, I went home, got myself  a clean shirt, socks and drawers for the next day, dropped them off on Dá's front porch and went to softball practice.  After practice, I came and sat on Dá's front porch until he arrived home from work.

"Hi there, Rusty," Dá greeted as he climbed out of his pickup truck.  "I guess you got the word, huh?"

"Is Javier gonna be here tonight?"

"No, I'm afraid not.  It's just you and me tonight.  He's with my worthless sister and will be for the next few days."

"Your sister?  I thought he was with his mother."

"She is his mother."

"I thought... I thought you..."

"You thought I was Javie's dad?  No, I'm his uncle!  Didn't you know that?"

"No, he always calls you Dad."

"No, he calls me Dá... No "d" at the end.  It's short for Damien."

"Oh, I didn't realize... but you are his dad, right?"

"His dad?  Yes, I suppose I am.  He's been with me ever since Junita... well never mind that, but yes, I've raised him like he was my own."

"His mom... what did she do?"

"Besides participating in an armed robbery when she was preggo with Javie... you name it.  Possession of stolen goods, grand theft auto, drunk and disorderly, resisting arrest, assault on a police officer, just to name a few off the top my head. 

"But enough of that.  Let's go get something for dinner."

Leaving my stuff on the front porch, I climbed into his truck.  He had a very nice truck with a very fancy paint job, a little statue of the Virgin Mary up on the dash, a crucifix hanging from the rear view mirror, a 3-D placard stuck to the dash of the Bleeding Heart of Jesus, and some colorful fringe above the windshield.  He took us to one of those family steak restaurants with an all-you-can-eat buffet.  He ordered a big steak for himself and then we helped ourselves to the buffet.  Dá was a big man and he could really put away the groceries.  They lost money on him that night. 

After I had eaten my dinner and had three deserts, I still had to wait until Dá ate his fill, then we went home.  As soon as we were inside he told me, "Go get your bath and get ready for bed."  It was barely seven PM.

So I climbed into the tub thinking that maybe he was sending me to bed early when he came into the bathroom.  He'd already stripped off his shirt and shoes and was down to his briefs.  In one swift motion, he pulled them off and left them on the floor.  Then to my surprise, he got into the bathtub with me. It was crowded when Javier and I bathed together, but with Dá's bulk, there was no room for me other than in his lap. I had a half tub of hot water when it was just me in it, now it was nearly overflowing.

"You don't mind if I touch you like this," he said as he put his big paws around me and washed my chest.  "If you don't want me to touch you, just say so and I won't."

"It's okay," I replied while feeling the shivers of anticipation.  "It feels nice."

"Yes, it does feel nice," he replied as he proceed to wash my tummy.

 "You have nice smooth skin, Rusty," he commented, "just like Javie." 

I was expecting him... no, I was hoping that he'd reach down and wash my dick, but he didn't.  Instead he just washed down both of my legs.  Coming back up to my chest and by passing my prick once again, he told me to turn around and to face him.  The only way I could do that was to kneel on his thighs facing him.  He picked up a wash cloth and wiped it across my face and neck. Discarding the washcloth, he then with just soapy hands reached around and washed my back. Soon his soapy hand was between my butt cheeks.  Washing my butt, he didn't molest me per se, as it was a perfunctory washing with no fooling around.  I was in fact, a bit disappointed that he didn't spend more time with my butt. He could have easily stuck his soapy finger up my butt; I wouldn't have stopped him, but he didn't. He was just washing me with no hanky panky, not that the fact I was naked with him in the tub with him rubbing on me wasn't risqué enough.

Handing me the bar of soap he said, "Now do me." 

About the only thing I could reach was his chest and tummy.  That and his arms.  He was very smooth skinned himself, as he didn't have much in the way of body hair, just under the arms and his pubes.  I really enjoyed running my soapy hands over his bare flesh.  I played with his big brown nipples and moobs... he seemed to enjoy that.  I wanted to touch his dick, but thought better of it.  He then handed me the wash cloth and I washed his face and neck.

"That's good enough, don't you think?" he said, somehow using his toes to pull the plug.  With the water draining away, it was time to get out.

My finger pads were all wrinkly, as he  handed me a towel and got one for himself. Dried off, I don't know what I was thinking, but I went to put my underwear back on.

"Just what in hell are you doing, boy?" he said rather gruffly. 

He paused and then continued in a more moderate tone, "Well, if you want to wear clothes tonight, that's fine...  Or," he added raising one finger for emphasis. "you can stay nude until it's time for you go to school in the morning.  Me, I never wear anything after my bath until I have to get dressed the next day for work, but you do what you want."

Taking the hint I replied, "Uh, yes, sir," and removed the offending garment.

"That's better, Rusty.  Much better," he said with a smile.  "Now, turn around for me... Nice!"

Back in the living room, I was hoping he'd put that nudist camp video back on, but he turned the radio on instead, and as always, it was tuned to his favorite Tejano station.  He then went to the kitchen and got himself a beer while I stood about wondering what I should do;  sit on the floor, sit on the sofa, or just go to bed?  For once I was sort of wishing I had some homework to pass the time.   I was still pondering my options when he came back in, flopped down on the sofa, and fairly inhaled his beer.

"Ahhh!" he exclaimed just before belching. 

"Come sit with me, Rusty," he said with a summoning wave of the hand, narrowing my options to just the one. I came and sat next to him, my eyes going to his semi-flaccid cock. He put his arm around me and drew me into him. 

"I so glad Javier has a friend like you, Rusty.  Boys need other boys their own age to play with and to learn from.  You're a nice boy and we both like you very much."  He chuckled adding,  "You certainly fit in very well here running around nude all the time.  I rather like seeing you nude. "

The hand draped over my shoulder began to move, rubbing my side and hip.  He stopped.  "You don't mind me doing this, do you?  If you do, I'll stop," he offered with seeming sincerity.

"No, that's okay.  It, uh, feels nice."

"Yes, it does. I like someone rubbing on me too," he continued, "rubbing my chest, rubbing my tummy, rubbing my back, my legs, my feet, my ass and," he laughed, "rubbing my dick and my balls." His hand was now on my tummy slowly moving in a circle.  "How about you?  You like your back rubbed?"

My mom sometimes rubbed my back to relax me and help me unwind before bed.  "Yes, I do."

"Where else do like to be rubbed?"

"Uh, my tummy."

"You like this, huh?

"Javie says you like to be rubbed everywhere.  Is that true?"

"Yes, I guess so."

"He also says that you like to rub and touch him all over."

"Well, I, uh..."

"The other night, you let him play with your dick.  I was sitting right here and you didn't even try to stop him. I'm glad you didn't because it was a great show and told me a lot about you.  You really liked doing that, didn't you? Showing off, that is."  I didn't say a word as I was too embarrassed to.

"Come now, it's perfectly fine with me if you two play with each other like that.  And as for the showing off, you like to look too; don't  you?  I've seen you looking at my dick.  Do you like looking at my dick?  Well, it's right here, Rusty, and you can look all you want."

I tried not to look, but... he was playing with it and it was half hard. 

"You know, if you want, you can touch it.  Or do you want me to touch your dick?"  His hand slid lower towards my dick. 

"Mind if I touch it?  Yes or no. Tell me no and I won't touch you."  I was afraid to move or even to breathe. 

"I'll take that as a yes."

His hand slid down over my stiffie.  I moaned, as the tension that had been building was now over, that and it just felt so good for him to toy with it.

For a good minute or two he gently rolled my little prong between his fingers before speaking again.

"Javie also tells me that you like to suck his dick... and for him to suck your dick.  Yeah, I bet you like that a lot, I know I do. The dick sucking... it's no secret, you know, so... how about if we take this to my bedroom where we can, uh, be more comfortable."

He released my dick as he stood up. I couldn't help but notice his semi-hard cock bobbing, as he shifted his weight from foot to foot.

"I'm going to bed.  You are welcome to join me if you want," he said as he openly toyed with his hardening cock.  "If you don't want to mess around with me tonight, then I suggest you go to your own bed."  With that he turned and walked towards his bedroom.  

I sat there, afraid to commit one way or the other. 

At the doorway he turned and said, "Well, are you coming?" 

I suppose I could have said no, but I really didn't want to say no, nor did I want to say yes and openly confirm what we both already knew.  The decision having been made for me, I rose and followed him to his bedroom door.

He crawled into the unmade bed, sprawled out on his back and opened his legs.  Looking at me standing in the door he fondled his stiffing cock and said to me, "It's up to you, Rusty.  If you want to have some fun..." 

His smile was so friendly and unthreatening, and his offer was so naughty and intriguing.   That and my own groin was tingling with the promise of forbidden sexual pleasure, sealed the deal.  Grinning sheepishly, I stepped forward and joined him in the sack.

When I started messing around with Javier, I knew that that was something forbidden, something that I would have to keep secret.  Even as it became apparent that our "secret" was known to Dá, and that he didn't care what we were up to, even then I never imagined doing anything with him.  After all, kids may do things, but an adult?  I couldn't imagine an adult doing what Javie and I did, it just didn't comport with my limited experience. But there I was, with Javie's dad, or who I thought of as his dad.

"You can touch me," he said as I sat there looking at his ripe nude body. "I'd like that.  I'd like that very much if you did.  Tell you what, why don't you start up here," he said flicking a big brown nipple with his finger, "and then go from there."   

His nipples and moobs had always interested me greatly, but of course I thought that they were off limits, one of those look, but don't touch things. Suddenly I had been invited to touch, and touch I did.  

I went right for the nipple.  Not aggressively, but rather timidly, still expecting him to stop me, but of course he didn't.  As I rubbed over it with my fingers, I felt it become more pronounced as it stiffened.  As I tugged at it gently, I looked up and saw Dá smiling, which encouraged me to continue.

"Wanna kiss it?" he asked in a near whisper. "Go on, I think we'll both like that."

I only hesitated for a moment, then kissed his big brown nipple.  It was just a quick peck.

"Oh, you can do better than that," he chided.  "Go on, give it a big sloppy kiss."

I didn't know damned thing about kissing, other than what I'd just done, that is give it a quick peck like I did to my mom's or Gran's cheek.  So I kissed it again, this time longer. 

"Take it in your mouth like you do with Javie's dick," he instructed.  Following his direction, I opened my lips. 

"That's better, much better, don't you think? Be sure and lick it with your tongue.  That's it boy, suck my tit." 

Of course by then my hand which I had been playing with the tit was momentarily idle, so I slid it down to his soft rounded belly and settled into exploring his navel.  I didn't do that for long, as Dá took my hand and pushed it further down.  He didn't need to urge me to take it in hand. As my fingers closed around his thick stalk, I was surprised by how hot it felt to my touch.

"Yeah, play with it, Rusty.  I like that.  It feels good.  Does it feel good to you?" 

He was hard and it did feel good to explore his hot steely stalk.  For several minutes I was lost in the feel of his cock on my fingers and the stiff fat nipple in my mouth. It was only a matter of time before my roaming fingers found their way to his smooth spongy glans.  This too was something new to me, as I found it rather wet and incredibly slippery.  Javie's glans was smooth and spongy too, like my own, but neither of us got slippery wet. So enthralled was I with the feel of his glans slipping between my fingers that I all but lost interest in sucking on his nipple and moved closer to get a better look.

I guess he thought I was going to blow him, because after a minute or so and hadn't put my mouth on it, he got a bit impatient.  "What are you waiting for?" 

I pulled away and looked up at him, confused as to what he was getting at.  "Oh, no you don't," he said as he then pushed my head down to his cock.  "You want this as much as I do, maybe more, so do it, boy. Go on, suck it."

If his cock felt huge in my hand, it felt even bigger as it passed between my lips for the first time.  I really couldn't take in much more than just the head, but he seemed satisfied with that and stopped pushing my head.  I had been all but forced to suck his dick, but now that I was doing it, I wasn't about to stop even though he had removed his hand completely. 

"Oh, yeah, Rusty, that's a boy.  Yeah, suck that dick." He ran on and on, encouraging me as I sucked and licked on his knob. 

At one point I remember him saying, "When your momma called this afternoon, I knew you'd do this for me.  I'll have to thank her for sending you to me."  I pulled off alarmed at the prospect that he was going to say something to her.

"Oh, please don't say anything to her," I pleaded.

He laughed saying, "Are you crazy?  I ain't gonna say nothing to your momma about this.  This is just between you and me.  Now, you just keep sucking my cock until I tell you to stop." Reassured, I went back to blowing him.

After a bit I felt his hand resting gently on the back of my head. I didn't think anything of it until he began ejaculating in my mouth.  I tried to pull off, but he held me on his cock as it pulsed and pulsed and pulsed, injecting his sperm-ladden slimy goo into my mouth. I didn't know what to do and just held it in my mouth until he was finished and had released my head. 

I must've had quite the comical expression and tried to bolt to the bathroom to spit it out, but he grabbed me by the arm so that I couldn't make my escape.  "Go on and swallow it, silly.  It's just cum from my nuts.  Go on... swallow...

"Good boy!"

As I swallowed, I thought I was going to get sick, but I didn't.  I got a little queasy maybe, but not sick. Even after swallowing most of it, there was still a good bit of the thick sauce coating my mouth, which gave me the opportunity to really taste it. It wasn't a great taste, but it wasn't foul either, just a bit bland and maybe a little salty. 

"Now that didn't taste bad, did it?" he asked with a grin. He then added, "When you suck off a man to completion, it's only polite to swallow his thank you gift." 

Drawing me to him, he rolled me onto my back and kissed me, really kissed me, driving his tongue into my mouth.  My first thought was, 'Ewwwww,' as I could only think of the cooties, but a moment or so later, I realized that it felt kind of neat.

He broke off the kiss and looking down at me said, "You know, I'm really going to enjoy you hanging around here."  Then he slid down and took my immature little dick into his mouth.  I thought Javie's blowjobs felt good, but Dá was a master.  He knew exactly how much suction to use, how much lip pressure to use and just where to use his tongue for maximum effect.  In no time he had me squirming about as he coaxed a dry cum from me.

Releasing my shrinking boy dick from his lips, Dá sat up on his knees between my legs while the fog and stars cleared from my brain.  I hadn't fully recovered when he grasped me behind my knees and pressed my legs back.  If I was wondering what he was up to, I didn't have long before I found out.  To my great alarm he put his face between my butt cheeks and began licking my asshole.  Nasty! I couldn't believe what he was doing.  It felt great, but... 'Ewwwww,' so nasty! 

I didn't make any attempt to get away from him and just let him do what he was doing, not that I could have stopped him.  After  several wet and sloppy minutes of rimming my asshole, he rocked back on his knees once again, releasing my legs. 

Letting my legs just flop to the sides in an open frog pose, I watched what he was going to do next. He reached over and somehow came up with a tube of the slippery stuff Javie and I used to finger fuck each other.  He took pains to let me see him greasing up his thick middle finger.  I had a pretty good idea what was next.

"Pull your legs back," he told me.  I did and soon felt the cold wet finger pressing on my still tingling anus. 

"Unghhhh," I moaned as he began to penetrate me.

"Javier tells me you like doing this," he said as he pressed past his first knuckle.  "Tell me, do you let him stick his dick up your butt too?" 

Beside analingus, that was one thing we hadn't done before.  We fingered each other a lot, but we, or at least I'd never thought about using our dicks rather than our fingers and he'd never suggested it.  If he had, I'm sure we'd have done it.

"Unghhhh," I moaned as he pressed past his second knuckle.  His middle finger was a lot thicker than Javie's middle finger and it was longer too.   He continued to slowly drive it up into my rectum.  Fully inserted, he paused for a moment, then withdrew part ways before driving it back in.  Whatever discomfort there was at first, soon gave way, my groans and moans were now of pleasure.

Looking back, I'm surprised he didn't take the opportunity to sodomize me that night; I wouldn't have resisted, but he didn't.   Dá was a patient man and he would bring me along slowly until I was an eager beaver to spread my cheeks for his big prong, but that would be weeks. 

He did, however, get me to return the favor of performing analingus on him that night.   I was mortified of doing such a nasty thing, but he pointed out that we'd just had a bath and we were both very clean.  This was after I'd sucked his dick for the second time, where like before, he came in my mouth.  That time I swallowed it all without so much as a second thought.

Unlike the way he positioned me, he got on his knees with his butt at the edge of the bed, face to the mattress and reached back and opened his buttocks revealing the dark hole I was supposed to lick.  When I hesitated too long, he rolled over, grabbed me and put me over his lap.  Whap!  Whap!  Whap! He laid blows on my bare ass with his open bare hand.  Whap!  Whap!  Whap!  Boy, did that sting! Mom and my grandfather gave me spankings before, but never on my bare butt... there is a difference!

"Okay!  Okay!  I'll do it!  I'll do it!" I cried out before I was crying for real. 

He stopped spanking me and just held me rubbing my inflamed cheeks to sooth them, pausing every so often to poke his slick finger into my yielding asshole. After a few minutes he asked me if I was ready to do him like he had done me, or did I want another spanking.  "I'll spank your young ass until daybreak if I have to," he threatened delivering a single stinging pop for emphasis.

"I'll do it!  I'll do it!" 

He let me get off his lap, but still held me by my arm as if to prevent me from running away.

Still holding my arm he drew me close and said, "You're a good boy, Rusty," then leaned over and took my dick into his mouth for a quick slurping suck.  Of course once he was gobbling on my dick he no longer had a need to hold me.

He only sucked me for a minute or so, before without another word, he swung around onto the bed and into position with his big butt hiked in the air at the edge of the bed.  As he didn't reach back and open his cheeks this time, I peeled them open and studied his canyon and bulging brown wrinkled hole.  Like I said before, he had very little body hair, just hair on his head and a sparse patch of pubic hair.   At that time I had no idea that most men and some women usually have a bit of ass hair.  Not Dá.  He was as smooth back there as I was. 

Not wanting to get another spanking, I leaned in and kissed his butt hole.  I was surprised that it didn't stink.  It did have a smell, but not strongly, just a bit musty and earthy. I kissed it again, only this time I really kissed it and not just a quick peck, but using my tongue like when Dá kissed me on the lips earlier.

"Oh, fuck yeah, boy.  Eat my ass," he mumbled while pushing his butt back against my face.

As nasty as what I was doing, you'd might think that I'd just do the minimum and leave it at that, but seeing how it wasn't gross (okay, it was, but it wasn't, if you know what I mean), well... it was just nasty fun, like everything else I'd recently learned to do in that house.   I rather got into it rubbing  his anus with my tongue and digging into it a bit, and kept at it until my tongue got tired. 

Retracting my face from his ass crack and releasing his buttocks, I rocked back onto my heels.  Only then was I taken aback by what I'd just done, and realized that I was a nasty, nasty boy for sure.

Dá meanwhile swung back around to sit momentarily on the edge of the bed.  He stood and pressed his  groin and hard cock into my face.  "Now suck my cock, boy."  I suppose it was a request, but perhaps not. Regardless, I took him into my mouth again, whereupon he grasped my head in his big hands and began fucking my mouth, shoving a lot more dick into my mouth than I had done before.  There was no technique required on my part, I was just to provide a wet hole for him to fuck. 

"Watch those teeth, damn it!" he growled as he let go long enough to swat me on the top of my head with his hand.  "Open wide!"  I opened as much as I could and he repeatedly rammed that big cock to the back of my throat, causing me to gag over and over and over.  Soon copious quantities of spittle was dripping down my chin and onto my chest.   I don't know how long he used me like that, but it seemed forever at the time. 

Finally he began to mumble, "I gonna cum.  I'm gonna cum."  Suddenly he yanked his dick from my mouth and I was hit square in the face by the first spurt.  He jammed it into my slack mouth for the second spurt, and then out and delivered the third spurt onto my face again, only for him to stuff my mouth for the final weaker pulses.

Depleted, Dá stepped back away from me.  I was exhausted and a bit stunned by what had just happened. 

"You look a mess," he said with a laugh, before adding, "Don't move, I'll be right back."

A moment later he was back with a digital camera.  Flash!  I didn't realize what he was doing until after the second flash.  "Look up at me."  Flash!  "Give me a big smile."  Flash! "You should see yourself."  Flash!

Dá lowered the camera and rather pensively apologized, "I should have asked you first... Oh, well, what's done is done.  You don't mind me taking your picture do you?"  After the assault on my throat I couldn't speak, so I just shook my head. 

"Good!"  Flash!

He sat the camera aside and helped me up.  He leaned in and ran his tongue across my face, gathering up his cum which he then delivered to my mouth. 

"We'd better get you cleaned up," he said after the third and final lick, where upon he dragged me back into the bathroom for another two-man bath. 

After a quick rinse off and dry, he took me back to his bed, laying me face down with my legs spread.  I felt him open my buttocks with one hand and then felt a finger with cold lube penetrate me for the second time.  It wasn't nearly as uncomfortable as the first time he did that, so I settled in for another finger fuck of my ass. 

Even with my eyes closed, I saw the flash of light, then another flash as he continued probing my rectum with his middle finger.  The finger was withdrawn and I saw a third flash of light.  "Roll over, Rusty," he said.  I rolled over and the camera flashed again. 

"Smile for me."  I smiled and he took another photo of me sprawled out nude and smiling. 

Setting the camera aside, he disappeared to wash his hand.  He was soon back, turned off the overhead light and crawled into bed with me, taking a moment to fondle my balls.

"I'd like to play with you all night," he said.  "But I have to go to work in the morning and you have to go to school.  But don't worry, we're gonna have all weekend to play."  With that he kissed me on the forehead, reached over me and switched off the bed side lamp.  Within minutes, he was snoring away.  Despite the racket he was making, I too drifted off asleep regardless the slight throbbing of my asshole.

*****

Dá's alarm clock went off way too early for both of us.  I tried to sleep right through it, but Dá would have none of that, rousting me from bed. 

Bleary eyed, I sat nude in the kitchen while he served up cold cereal for breakfast.  During breakfast he never mentioned what had taken place the night before, and I didn't say anything either.  Finished eating my cereal, I waited to be excused from the table. 

Finishing off his cup of coffee, he told me, "I really enjoyed last night.  How about you?  Did you have fun too?"

I did have fun, mostly, and I sheepishly grinned while nodding my head.

"Good!  I'd hate for you to have second thoughts this morning.  We'll have to do it again sometime."  With that he stood.  I took that to mean I was excused and got up too and turned towards the kitchen door.

"Whoa! Wait a minute!" he said.  Stopping where I was, I looked over my shoulder at him. "I have something for you before you get dressed." 

He stepped up to me from behind, his big paws wrapping about my chest and pulling me into him.  His soft bare belly felt very warm pressing into my bare back, as one hand slid down to my little pecker. 

"Javie tells me that you like for him to beat you off."

Even if I had lied and said no, I'm fairly sure that he would have continued.  Within a minute he had me hard and was vigorously stroking me as he held me to him.  It was to be a quickie and he wasted no time getting me off. God, I loved that that feeling!  What a send off for school! But, that's not all he had in mind.

Taking me by the hand he led me the few steps into the living room where he sprawled out on the sofa, announcing,   "Your turn to get me off."

I figured he wanted a blowjob and I was ready to do that, but he stopped me and told me, "No, give me a hand job."  So I took his soft cock in hand and played with it until he was hard, then I began stroking him.  The entire time I masturbated him, he lay back passively grinning at me.  After a few minutes, I felt his cock pulsing as he ejaculated.  By the time he was finished, we had made quite a mess with cum up on his tummy, in his belly button, on my hand, coating his cock and matting his spare pubs. 

"You want me to get a wash cloth?" I asked.

"No, I want you to lick it all up."

I had swallowed a few loads of his cum the night before, but that was direct from the source and I really didn't see any of it. Looking at all that grayish-white goo spattered over his naked body was less than appetizing. 

"Do I have to?" I asked hopefully.

"Yes, Rusty," he replied, "and start with your hand." 

When I didn't immediately comply with his "request" he added, "You ate my cum last night, didn't you?  Well, you're going to eat it now, so get to it or I'll be late for work. Trust me, Rusty, you don't want to make me late for work. So get to it, boy."

I brought my cummy hand to my lips and tasted it.  Other than being cold, it wasn't as nasty as I imagined, so I licked it clean while he lay there grinning at me.  I next got the spatters on his tummy and slurped up the cum that had pooled in his deep navel.  I then went for his dick, which was quite soft by then and slurped the entire thing into my mouth before licking up the cum from the hair on his pubic mound.  Finishing up, I popped his dick back in my mouth just to be sure it was clean.

"Good, boy," he praised as he sat upright while I was still nursing on his soft noodle.  "I'd like to continue this," he added pushing me off," but I need to get my ass to work and you need to get your ass to school." 

Dressed, he ushered me out the door to ride my bike to school while he drove to work.

That Friday was a real drag at school.  I really needed to talk to Javie, but he wasn't at school again.  I felt that people could just look at me and know what I'd done.  Throughout the day, I thought about all that had happened the night before and this morning.  Not having my toothbrush that morning, I hadn't brushed my teeth and for several hours the taste of his cum lingered in my mouth.  I was  especially concerned that someone would smell Dá's cum or his ass on my breath, especially as I imagined that I could still taste him; maybe I could, but it's not likely. Besides all that, my throat was a bit sore, as was my ass up until lunch time, providing me a constant reminder. 

To make matters worse, it was quiz day, as every Friday was; quizzes for spelling words, arithmetic, history, you name it, we had a quizzes on every Friday and this Friday I was quite distracted.  Then as the papers came back all through the day, I knew I was in trouble; Mom was going to have a cow for sure.

Mercifully the day ended and with a sheath of below average papers for my mom to see, I made it over to the rec center to see if I could find some friends to play with for a while.  And I did. Nothing like a game of dodge ball to distract me from my worries.  By the time I went home, I had come to realize that no one, but me and Dá, knew what had happened nor what I did.  How could they know?  That eased my mind considerably.

But, I still had the problem with all my low scoring quizzes that day.  What would Mom do about that? Nothing good I knew. 

As always, when I got home, I was alone.  It was very quiet, the only sound being that of the refrigerator humming. I wound up in my room, on my bed with my pants part ways down and playing with myself as lewd thoughts filled my young mind.  My play was interrupted when the door bell rang.  Thinking at first that it was my mom home (why I thought she would be ringing the door bell is a mystery), I hopped up and pulled my pants up, zipped up and answered the door.  It was Dá.

"Rusty, your mom texted me saying her plane was delayed and she was going to be late.  Seeing that I'm supposed to look after you until she does get home, hoof it on over to my house. 

"I picked up some fried chicken on the way home," he continued.  "So come on and we'll eat."  He turned, walked back to his pickup and drove the rest of the way home.  Me, I hid my quiz papers for later and made my way to Javie's house.

Dá answered the door and let me in.  He was still dressed and went about setting out the food for supper.  I was in the kitchen waiting when he said in a serious tone, "You know the rules, Rusty."

There were no rules that I knew of in this house.  "What rules?"

"Naked.  You're to be naked when your here, unless we have company over.  You see any company?"

"Uh, no, sir."

"Then get with it, boy.  Let's see some skin."

I'd been naked in that house I don't know how many times and naked with him, but for some reason I felt a bit self-conscious taking all my clothes off in the kitchen. Once I was bare butt naked, he stripped off his clothes, discarding them right where he stood.  With his bare foot, he kicked them to the side and out of the way.

"So nice of your mom being delayed tonight, but there's no telling how much time we have tonight," he said openly fondling his cock. "So, why don't we start with a nice blowjob before we eat."  It was a moment just like now that I had been thinking about when I was playing with myself at home, or rather I was thinking of kneeling before him with his cock in my mouth;  very soon, my daydream was a reality.

"When you're sucking a man," he said as I slobbered all over his dick, "use your hand and play with his balls."  As I began sliding his cock to and fro through my lips, I expected him to grab my head and skull fuck me, but he didn't.  He let his hands hang idly at his sides, passively letting me blow him to completion. 

Once he had served me up his appetizer, we ate. 

Dá was still devouring a mountain of fried chicken after I had finished eating two pieces.  His cell phone dinged.  Pausing from gorging himself, he looked at his phone.  A broad grin came across his face.  He looked at me and then slid the phone over to me so that I could see what amused him so much.  It was a text from my mom.  "My flight has been canceled.  No other flights tonight.  Am trying to book something for tomorrow morning.  I'm so sorry, Damien.  I hope this doesn't inconvenience you too much. If so, please call my parents and they'll come pick up Billy."

I looked up from the phone at Dá who was lewdly licking his fingers. "So nice of your mom to dump you on me for another night," he said with a grin. "How very nice indeed.

"Well, I need to answer her," he continued.  "We wouldn't want her to worry about you, now would we?  I would very much like to keep you here tonight and working on your blowjob technique. Is that what you'd like too?  Or do you want me to call your grandparents?"

"I don't know their phone number."

"I can get that from your mom," he replied.  "But I don't think we need to bother them tonight, do you?"

"Uh, no, I guess not."

"Good! Then it's settled."  He then texted her back that it was no problem with me staying over for another night.

Setting the phone aside, he then informed me, "Oh, I forgot to tell you.  I have some buddies coming over tonight.   You don't mind a few extra cocks to practice on, do you?"

Suddenly feeling apprehensive I replied, "Uh, maybe we should call Pops and Gran."

"Too late for that.  I don't have their phone number and you don't know it."

"We could ask my mom..."

"I don't think so.  I already told her that you could stay here with me.  No sense in upsetting her with a change of plans.   

"No, you're staying here tonight, boy, naked and sucking dicks. Hell, maybe we'll make a movie to go along with the nasty photos I took of you last night. Think of it! You're gonna be a movie star!"

I was trapped and my tummy made  flips.  Who were these friends of Dá?  What would they think of me? Movies? The pics last night were bad enough.  What if my mom saw them?  What if Pops and Gran saw them.  I'd never be able to face them ever again! But... how would they ever see them?

"Now, if you're finished your dinner," Dá said as he picked up another piece of chicken, "why don't you slip under the table and come slobber all over my cock while I finish eating.  After that, we'll go take a bath and get freshened up for tonight." Looking me square in the eye, he took a big bite of bird flesh.

I figured that I didn't have the option to say no, so I crawled under the table.  Helpfully he spread his thick legs to give me access.  I had no problem finding my target and got to work on it.  He was soft, but he didn't stay soft for long.  Nor was he quick about cumming.  In fact he didn't cum and I had to suck and suck and suck until my jaws got so tired that I had to quit, which was okay because he had finished eating everything before him.

"Thanks, Rusty," he said looking under the table at me after he had pushed away from the table.  "Now run along and get your bath."

I was about to start running the bath water when he walked in.  "Hold off on that," he said.  "We need to get ready for tonight."  That didn't make a whole lot of sense to me, but I turned the water off and waited.

He turned to the linen closet and pulled out a red rubber bag with a long hose attached. I had no idea what he was up to, but watched as he filled the bag with water from the sink.  Then he hung the bag from the shower curtain rod. Holding the black tip of the hose, he smeared on some the slippery jelly stuff he used during sex.

"I'll go first," he said waving the black tip of the hose at me.  He got down on the floor, reached back and stuck the end of the hose  up his ass.

"Ah, yes," he whispered, "that feels good."

After a moment or two, he pulled the hose from his ass, stood up and sat on the toilet.  Whoosh!  I made that sound too when I had the trots, but not quite so loud.  Whoosh!  I looked up at him wondering , 'What the hell?' He had a very serene expression.  After a few more watery discharges, he wiped himself, flushed the toilet, stood up and announced, "Your turn."

Nervously I watched as he once again filled the rubber bag with water, hung it from the shower curtain rod and lubed up the tip of the hose.  By then I had a pretty good idea where the black tip of the hose was going.

"Okay, Rusty, lie down on the floor."  Dá was blocking the bathroom doorway, so knowing I couldn't bolt from the room and make my escape, I did as I was told.

"Good boy.  Now reach back and spread your ass cheeks for me."

I braced myself for the hose insertion, but that's not went up my ass.  His fat finger went up my butt first, and not so gently.  I grunted as he rapidly thrust his finger in my ass. After a minute or so, he stopped with his finger still up my butt.

"You really like this shit, don't you, boy?" he said rather than asked. I didn't answer as I was trying to catch my breath.

"Yeah, you dig this shit," he said as he withdrew his finger.  "There'll be plenty of time tonight for more of this."

As quick as his finger left my butthole, the tip of the hose was inserted. "Now squeeze tight," he said just before I felt the water rushing up my rectum, "and tell me when you feel full."

At first I didn't know what he was talking about, but soon thereafter I knew.

"I'm full!  I'm full!" I exclaimed as I felt that I would soon burst.  Mercifully the gush of water stopped.

"When I pull the hose from your ass, squeeze you butt tight and jump on the toilet...  Ready?"  I nodded and the hose tip slid from my anus. I just about didn't make it to the toilet, but luckily I held out long enough.  Woosh!  Woosh!

While I emptied my bowels, Dá began drawing water for my bath.  He shut the water off just as I was wiping myself. He pointed to the tub with instructions to clean myself back there real good.  I expected him to come and climb into the tub with me, but he didn't.  He waited until I was finished and began drawing himself some clean water. 

"Now don't run off," he told me grabbing my arm while I was trying to dry off.  "I need you to wash my back and I want you to get my asshole squeaky clean.  Clean enough to eat."

So I stayed, washed his back, washed his dick, washed his balls and washed his ass.  Baths done, he took me to bed with him where he sucked my dick and then rolled me over, peeled apart my buttocks and slobbered all over my asshole and then finger fucked me.  Then it was my turn, only he wasn't so much interested in me sucking his cock as he was in me licking his butthole and pushing my finger up him.  I started with one finger, like he did me, but he wanted more, so I stuck two fingers up him.  He wanted more, so three fingers and even that wasn't enough.  To my amazement, his ass hole easily yielded to four fingers.  

"Here's what I want you to do, Rusty," he said after I had four fingers up his butt.  "I want your thumb up there too.  Be sure and use plenty of lube."  That was easy, I just withdrew my fingers and touched my thumb to the bundle, squirted more lube onto the new finger bundle and stuck it back in.

"Now push!  Push it all the way in!" he told me.  So I did and my entire hand disappeared up inside his butt.  "That's good, real good, now fuck me." 

Jesus, I couldn't believe I had my entire hand up his asshole! But then another thought came to me, an alarming thought, that he was going to shove his entire hand up me! Thankfully he didn't, but I sure considered the possibility!

After five or six minutes, he'd had enough and told me to stop. 

"Better go wash your hand," he told me and bring back a wet wash cloth. I did as he said and once back he had me clean his ass.  Good lord! It was still gaping open and I could see the red raw interior. Good thing the whole-house attic fan was on, as I'm sure his room stunk to high heaven!

Once I had him cleaned up, he thanked me, telling me that Javie's hand was a little too big, but mine was just right!

He rolled out of his bed and sauntered off to the kitchen to fetch himself a beer.  Then he put on the nudist camp video for me while we waited for his friends to show up. 

Before long his friends did show up.  I was apprehensively expecting several men, but there was just one man and a boy a year or so older than I was.  Still, I was embarrassed to be nude when they walked in and remained sitting as the nudist video played.  The boy, whose name was never revealed to me, was like me, had a very fair complexion and blue eyes.  Never once did he say anything other than in Spanish, as did the man with him.  Dá too spoke only Spanish unless he was talking directly to me. Me? I had picked up a few words and phrases from Javie, but that was all.

Without being told, the boy immediately undressed.  Whereas my ears were burning, the boy was unfazed at getting naked. Of course Dá and I were already nude. Then the man undressed.  Like Dá, he was big man and clearly Hispanic.  But whereas Dá had a big dick, this guy had a huge dick!  It was like the size of my forearm!

Without offering any introductions, Dá said something to the man who in turn said something to the blue eyed boy.  The boy stepped up to me as I sat on the floor and pushed his uncut dick in my face.

"Suck him," Dá said to me.  I didn't take it as a request.  I leaned forward and took the white cock into my mouth and began sucking.  Immediately the man and Dá began chattering and laughing in Spanish.  Even though I understood not a word, I knew they were talking about me.  Assuming that what they were saying about me wasn't particularly kind, I felt humiliated like never before. I saw the flash of a camera and knew I was being photographed giving a blowjob.

After several minutes the man came and shoved the boy aside. Immediately he began beating me about the face with his semi-erect cock.  I put my hands up and grabbed the big dick.

"No, no, no!" admonished Dá. "You have to catch it with your mouth without using your hands." I dropped my hands and to everyone's amusement but mine, I tried to catch the ever growing swinging weenie. 

Tiring of his game, the man stopped beating me about the face.  By then my face was wet with pre-cum. Grasping me by the ears, he directed my mouth to the head of his cock. Let me tell you, he was a mouthful. Again the camera flashed. As I munched on the head of his cock, I felt a big foot nestle into my ass crack and lifted my ass until I was squatting while I sucked dick.  The man began moving my head over his dick, forcing more of the monster into my mouth.  Meanwhile I felt my anus being bathed in a cold wetness, immediately followed by the penetration of a thick digit into my rectum.

For a minute or so, I got it from both ends.  Dá withdrew his finger from my butt.  That was followed by hands grasping my hips, except they weren't big hands, so I figured they must belong to the blue eyed boy.  With his thumbs he spread open my ass cheeks.  More cold lube was applied to my asshole by an extra set of fingers, Dá's fingers.  I felt the knob of the kid's dick nestle against my hole.  The camera flashed. The pressure against my hole increased.  Suddenly my anus opened up and the dick was up my virgin ass.  The camera flashed again. 

It didn't hurt, not at all. I was more bothered by being photographed than bothered by being sodomized for the first time.  It certainly wouldn't be the only time I'd be sodomized over the next few weeks, months and years.  But thankfully, the boy was the only one to sodomize me that evening and he did me several times.  Oh, I got my ass fingered a lot, by both Dá and his friend, but neither sought to ram their big dicks up my shitter.  However the blue-eyed boy got his ass plundered by Dá and he seemed to enjoy it.

The man and the boy stayed for several hours before the sex party broke up.  Never once did Dá tell me the names of those two.  He said I didn't need to know and that for the time being it was best if I didn't know.  He asked me if I had fun.  I told him yes, even though I had mixed feelings about it.

I slept with Dá again that night.  Nothing much happened, as we were both worn out by that time.  Still he wanted me to suck on him, and I did, falling asleep with his soft depleted cock in my mouth.

Saturday morning I woke with Dá wanting a more energetic blowjob than I'd given him before we both fell asleep the night before.  By then I didn't think anything of it and happily took him to completion.

We had a softball game later that morning.  Happily Javie was there, though he didn't seem too happy. Not about the softball game, but apparently he didn't have such a great time with his mother these past few days. Said she just used him to pay off her pimp. I didn't know what a pimp was, and he declined to explain.

I was looking forward to goofing off with Javie the rest of the day, but after the game (we lost) Dá said my mom had called and she was home, so... Turns out we went to see and stay with Pops and Gran overnight, which wasn't as bad as staying home with just mom.

Monday morning, Javie and I got together and rode our bikes to school, except he rode standing up on the pedals.  Before we got to school, we stopped at a cross walk.  There wasn't anyone else around, so Javie tells me, "Dá says you got cornholed Friday night."

"Yeah, I did.  Dá had a friend over who brought a kid along with him."

"White kid with blue eyes, blond hair? About twelve years old?"

"Yeah."

"That'd be Hector and his boy, Pedro.  Pedro's mom is a worthless whore like my mom.  She sold Pedro to Hector when he was five years old. If it hadn't been for Dá, my mom would have sold me to someone too."

"Really?"

"Yeah, really. My mom is nothing like your mom."

"Gee, I'm really sorry, Javie."

"That's okay.  I enjoy living with Dá.  He looks after me. He never hurts me like my mom lets her friends do."

"Her friends hurt you?"

"Maybe they're not her friends, but the first night, her pimp took me to a party way out in the sticks. There were I don't know how many men and women were there.  I was the featured attraction.  I was tied down naked on a bench of some sort.  Then they brought out this big dog and the dog fucked me in the ass while everyone watched and cheered the dog on.  He was like a jack hammer.  But the worst part was when he knotted to my asshole.  Man, that hurt! He stayed knotted for a long time, before he pulled out.  Then I was fucked by I don't know how many guys.  And spanked, spanked really hard until I was crying like a baby.  I could hardly sit the next day. 

"Then the next night I was taken to a rundown motel where I don't know how many men came by to have me suck their dicks.  And let me tell you, some of these guys cocks stunk really bad.  Still I had to suck them. But some of them weren't so much interested in getting a blowjob as they were interested in spanking my ass. Let me tell you, if the spankings the night before were rough, the spankings that night were even rougher with some guys wailing away at my ass with their belts. It hurt so bad at one point that I threw up.  Mom's pimp and the guy whipping me just laughed and I he kicked me in butt.  I was done for it at that point and the pimp took me home to my mama, who could have cared less what had been done to me.

"Having paid off her pimp, and seeing that I could walk, my mom dropped me off at the softball game. Fortunately, Dá had brought along my uniform shirt, cap and glove, or I wouldn't have been allowed to play. Not that I felt like playing."

"No wonder your game seemed to be off," I said. "I was wondering why you could barely move."

"Yeah, I was hurting.  Dá took me home afterwards and tended to my bruises, including my bruised asshole. He pretty much left me alone the rest of the day and the next.  Said you had kept him entertained enough.

Changing the subject he said he couldn't bear the thought of sitting at a desk all day and suggested that we skip school instead and play all day in the park and at his house.

"No, I can't," I replied.  "My mom would have a cow when the school called looking for me."

"Suit yourself, Rusty.  Me, I'm going home.  Dá will take care of it."  With that we parted our ways, with me going to school and Javie going home to do whatever.

That afternoon he was waiting for me get home.  He came in with me to change out of my school clothes. There in my room, he pulled his shorts off and showed me the dark bruises on his ass cheeks.  He wasn't lying about being abused.

Dressed in play shorts and nothing else, we rode over to the park and just goofed around until it was time for my mom and his uncle to get home from work.

*****

About two weeks later, Javie's bruises had faded away and his asshole looked like it usually did. Mom tells me that Javie's dad called (she still didn't know he was his uncle).  "He's taking Javier fishing this coming weekend and asked if you'd like to go along."  Fishing!  Boy, did I!   She called Dá back and told him I'd love to go.  I have no idea what info Mom sought about this fishing trip other than when we were leaving (Friday afternoon) and when we'd be returning (Sunday afternoon).  As to the where, I don't think she asked.

As soon as Dá got off work Friday afternoon, we headed out. I thought it odd that he didn't have any fishing gear in the back of his truck, but I said nothing. After an hour or so, we pulled off the main road and onto a dirt track until we got to a gate. Someone was at the gate. Dá talked to him and identified himself and we were let through the gate. A little further on, we came to a small farm house.  There were several other cars and trucks parked around the house.

"We're going fishing here?" I asked as Dá shut off the engine.

Dá looked at me and with a laugh said, "We're not going fishing.  That was just a line of bull I gave your mother to get you for the weekend."

"Then what are we doing here?" I asked naively.

Dá turned to Javie and said, "You want to tell him?"

Javie nodded his head and told me, "We're going to make a movie."

"A movie?" I asked.

"Yeah, a fuck movie," Dá interjected, "and you boys are going to be the stars."  With that he exited the truck and headed for the farm house where several men were sitting on the covered porch.

I looked to Javie questioningly. He just shrugged and got out leaving me alone in the truck. I didn't stay for long, got out and ran to catch up with Javie. Expecting to be molested right away, I was sort of disappointed that nothing happened.  Indeed, not much happened that evening.  The men were all very friendly and seemed to be uninterested in Javie and me, as they were mostly preoccupied with joking around with each other, drinking beer and fiddling with a bunch of equipment; video cameras, lights, reflectors, microphones and sound boards.  Indeed it seemed as if a group of friends were there just to get together for the weekend.

A black man came out of the house and offered Javie and me a Coke or root beer to drink. We both accepted and followed him inside to the kitchen, where he pulled two root beers from an ice chest.  Then he offered to fix us something to eat.  It being late afternoon and having come straight from school, we were both hungry. In moments he was serving us barbeque chicken, baked beans and cold potato salad, all of which was very good.  Soon some of the men from outside, including Dá, drifted in and the crew's cook served them supper. For the next half hour or so, men came in and ate. 

Supper over, Dá called Javie and me back inside where we took a seat at the table..  The cook was now busy cleaning dishes at the sink.  A man came and joined us, introducing himself as Tom.  He asked if we had ever been in a movie before. I shook my head while Javie nodded.  He explained that he was the director and that everyone on the set were to follow his directions.

He then outlined the plot of the movie, such as it was.  Javie and I were to walk in the woods to a clearing, where we would engage in sex acts with each other. A group of men would discover us and  force us to have sex with them.

"Do either of you have a problem with that?" he asked. "How about you, Red?  You have a problem with sucking dicks and being fucked in the ass?"

"No, he doesn't," Dá answered for me. "He'll do as he's told."

"Is that right, boy?" Tom asked me.

Withering under Dá's glare, I meekly nodded.

"And how about you?" he asked Javie.

"No, sir.  Not at all," Javie answered with a smile.

"Good!  Now to be clear, neither one of you will be allowed to say no to whatever I tell you to do.  You will find it much easier to just follow my orders without putting up a fuss of any sort about it. Do I make myself clear?"

Javie and I nodded.

Tom got up, telling us to get a good night's rest as we had a long two days before us.  When he had left, Dá tells me, "Rusty, pull down your pants and bend over the table."

Hesitating, I looked over at the cook who was still washing dishes no more than six feet away.

Dá stood and firmly said, "Boy, I told you to get your ass naked and to bend over the table!  Now do it!" Dá rarely raised his voice.  I hopped to it, yanked down my shorts and underwear and bent over the table.  Looking back over my shoulder I could see the black cook looking at me with huge grin on his face. Once again I felt very embarrassed to be displayed like that.

"That's better," Dá said as he began rummaging around inside a backpack he'd brought with him. He pulled out several strange looking objects of various colors and sizes. To me they reminded me of the ace on an ace of spades playing card.  He selected the smallest and coated it KY jelly.

Coming around behind me he told me to, "Spread your ass cheeks."  I reached back and spread myself open.

"Now just relax.  I'm going to put this up your ass.  It will stretch you so that you won't be hurt when later you have a big cock shoved up your ass."  I felt the tip poking at my anus. "Now push out like you trying to shit," I was told. 

I pushed and he pushed.

"Ughh!" I grunted as the red butt plug was shoved up my ass and lodged behind my sphincter muscle.

Dá tugged at it.  Satisfied that it was securely lodged in my ass he asked, "How does that feel?"

"Okay, I guess," I replied in a whisper.

"Good!" he said.  He popped me on the ass and told me to pull up my pants.

"We're going to leave that in for an hour or so, then I'll put a bigger one in."

Dá left to join the men drinking out on the porch.  I turned and saw the cook still grinning at me while he rubbed his crotch.

"Feels kinda funny, don't it?" Javie said to me. "In a little while you're gonna hardly notice it, but the next one you're gonna notice. And the one after that..."

Changing the subject he asked, "You wanna another root beer?"

"Sure."

"Two root beers coming up," the cook said obviously overhearing what we were saying.  Retrieving two bottles from the ice chest, he popped the tops and handed them to us saying with a laugh, "I remember this one kid they had who would squat and pick up a bottle with his asshole."  I wasn't sure I believed him, but what if tomorrow...?

Walking around with that butt plug up my ass felt really odd. I asked Javie why Dá hadn't put one up his ass. "He did last night," he replied. "The biggest one to be sure I could take it."

"Did it hurt?"

"Naw, I'm used to it."

We still had an hour of daylight, so Javie and I wandered about the property until it got dark.  Returning to the house, Dá called out to me to meet him in the kitchen.

"Time to get a bigger one," Javie teased while poking me in the ass, or rather the base of the butt plug.

He came in with me.  Dá was already there with a larger blue butt plug greased up and ready to go.

"Drop your pants and bend over the table," he instructed.

The cook was still there puttering about doing something. He already seen me once, so down went my shorts and underwear and over the table I leaned.

"Hey, Cookie!  What do you think of this freckled butt?" I heard Dá say.

"That's a mighty nice freckled butt," the cook laughed. "But I like a butt with a little more meat on it, like your other boy."

"Hear that, Javie?" Dá said. "The man likes your ass!"  Meanwhile I'm leaning over the table with my ass hanging out.

Javie, shirtless and always the exhibitionist dropped his shorts, bent over and wagged his naked buttocks at the cook, an action which received praise from the laughing cook.

Dá began tugging at the plug in my ass.  "Give me a hand here," I heard him say. 

Glancing back I saw the cook step up as Dá's stepped away. I felt his hand between my cheeks as he gripped the base of the plug.  With a yank that crossed my eyes, he pulled the plug.  Immediately I felt his hand return to my throbbing hole and then slide between my legs to fondle my balls. After a minute or so of this he removed his hand. Next I felt my cheeks being spread by the thumb and fingers of one of his hands, then felt the tip on the greased up larger plug poke into my anus.  It slipped in part way without any trouble, then as it spread my asshole wider and wider...

"Uggh!" I grunted as it popped inside me. For a moment he jiggled it to be sure it was seated, then with an open palm, he rubbed my ass.

"No messing with the boys tonight, Cookie," I heard Tom the director say.

Removing his hand from my buttocks he replied, "I was just helping his owner out, boss."

"Leave it until after we finish the movie," Tom rejoined.

"Yes, sir!  You're the boss!"

Tom now tugged at my butt plug. "I thought you said this boy was broken in."

"He is," Dá answered, "but not completely.  He'll be ready when the time comes."

"He better be.  I don't want to have to take him to a doctor Sunday evening."

An hour or so later, Dá was ready to insert the biggest plug, even if I wasn't. Again I was bent over the kitchen table with my pants down. 

"This might sting a little," he said as he gripped the base of the plug.  That was an understatement. I yelped and my eyes were crossed when he yanked it from me. 

"Oh, that didn't hurt," he chided.  Easy for him to say.

I was expecting him to go for the next largest green butt plug, but he picked up the huge black one instead. I felt sick to stomach just looking at the thing.

"Here, this is going to help," he said setting the black plug down and picking up a tube of what looked like toothpaste to me.  "It's called Anal-Eaze." He squeezed out a large dab on his finger.  Walking behind me, I felt him spread me open with one hand and felt his finger slide into me.  He rubbed into my hole, then stepped away going to sink to wash his hand.  My asshole which had been throbbing began to grow numb.  After a minute or so, he picked up the plug and coated it with KY.  To my relief it was the smaller green plug, not that it was small.

"Open up, Rusty," he cheerfully said.  I reached back and spread my buttocks for him.  I felt the pressure as he inserted it, but didn't feel any significant discomfort.

"We'll leave this one in until tomorrow morning," he informed. "Now you two need to go to bed and get some sleep.  It's going to be a long day tomorrow."

"Where are we going to sleep?" Javie asked. 

"I put some blankets in the bed of the pickup.  It's not supposed to rain, so you will be fine sleeping out under the stars.  Now get a move on."

I'd never slept outside before, not even in a tent, so sleeping under the stars was something new to me; new and wonderful. Away from the city lights, I never knew that there were so many stars in the sky at night.  Of course Javie got naked and I followed suit. Unlike every other time we slept naked with each other, we took what Dá's said to heart and didn't mess around.  Besides, Dá's had slipped something to us and we were out in no time. Next thing I knew and it was daybreak.

"Okay, boys, up and at 'em!" We rose a bit bleary eyed. "Come on and get some breakfast," Dá said.

"I can't find my shorts," Javie protested.

"Forget the shorts. Get your naked asses out of the truck and into the house for breakfast."

"Don't we need some clothes?" I asked.

"What for?  You're going to be naked most of day anyway.  So, get a move on! Hubba hubba! Tom and the crew are itching to get started."

Javie and I bailed out of the back of the pickup in our birthday suits and with Dá's prodding went naked to the house for breakfast. Inside everyone but us was clothed. I felt more naked and exposed than ever before.  No one paid us any mind, except for Cookie, who was especially attentive to us.

Breakfast done, Tom told us to get dressed and giving Cookie two large paper bags, told him to give us a hand. Meanwhile the rest of the crew went outside to set up the first shot.

He emptied the bags of clothing onto the kitchen table. Nothing was brand new, and everything looked to be from a thrift store.  There were well worn, but serviceable, sneakers, socks, undies, t-shirts and cut off denim shorts.  Cookie started with the socks first and took his sweet time about it.  Next came the t-shirts. He had me step into the dingy tightie-whities, but rather than pull them up right away, he ran his hand up inside my thigh to grope me for a minute or so.  He did the same to Javie except he had Javie face away from him as he felt up and kissed his butt.  Thereafter the shorts went on pretty quickly as did the sneakers. We were ready to go. Having "helped" us get dressed, he sent us on our way.

We were escorted into the woods a short ways where we met up with Tom the director.

"Okay, boys.  I want you to walk down this pathway, side by side, talking and jostling each other.  Now go down the path a little ways until you can't see us.  When you hear me say, "ACTION", you walk down the path.  Don't look at me and don't look at the camera.  Pretend we're not here.  Got it?"

Javie and I nodded.  I remember thinking, 'Boy, this is going to be so easy!'

We went down the path until we were out of sight and waited.  We stood around for several minutes, but never heard Tom call out, "Action!"  So we went to investigate.

"What are you two doing?" he barked at us. "Positions!  Go get in into position until I call out 'Action'."

So we went back up the path until we heard him call out, "Action!"

We came out and walked up the path.

"Cut!" he called out.

"I told you, don't look at the camera! Pretend we're not here.  It's only you and your blow buddy out here in the woods, heading out for a private suck session.

"Now, positions!"

We went back up the path and out of sight.  A moment or two later, "Action!"

Again we walked down the path towards the camera. You have any idea how hard it is to walk towards something and not look at it?

"Cut!

"Don't look at the fucking camera! And liven up a little.

"Positions!"

Back at our starting point Javie suggested to me that we should just pretend we were at the park after school. So we did. Halfway to the camera Javie had fallen a step behind me. Suddenly my shorts were down off my ass. I turned and retaliated, but only wound up with my shorts around my ankles.  Next thing I knew and I was on the ground.  Before I could react to this development Javie had me almost upside down and yanked my shorts over my sneakers, where upon he twirled them over his head in gleeful triumph.  Regaining my footing I chased after him towards the camera in my underwear.

"Cut!  That's a take!  Good job, boys, good job!"

Tom began barking orders to his crew. The cameraman swung his camera around on the path facing the opposite direction.

"Okay, boys.  Javie you stand here and Red, you stand six feet behind him.  When I call action, you both run down the path."

"How far?" Javie asked. "Down to the end?"

"No, just down to that dead tree to the left, then cut off the path."

"Which way?"

"Doesn't matter.

"Red, you chase after Javie."

"Okay, people.  Positions!... Action!"

Javie took off like a jack rabbit and I was right behind him. He cut off the path and I followed.

"Cut!

"Boys, come back!"  We went back and reshot the scene two more times, the last time Tom pulled my underwear down a little to show some butt crack, the last take being the take that made it into the final movie.

We moved a little ways up the path to a clearing of sorts under the shade of a sprawling live oak tree. In the next scene I chase Javie under the tree where he throws my shorts up into the tree.  It took about three or four takes before the shorts stayed up in the tree and didn't fall to the ground.

In the next scene I tackle Javie and we have a tussle in the leaves with Javie stripping off my shoes and tossing them away. Next he relieves me of my underwear while I just manage to remove and toss away his shoe.  I suppose in the heat of the moment we more or less forgot all about the cameras and just playfully went after each other like we'd do if we were alone, any way there was only one take of getting down to just t-shirts and socks which we both dispatched with in short order.  Tom was very pleased with this scene. 

Naked we horsed around under the tree, discovering a rope swing, which was actually great fun, no acting required. Then we climbed up into the tree acting silly, as boys our age are wont to do. Back on the ground the scene required a game of paper, rocks and scissors.  Javie lost and went to his knees to suck me.

"Cut!

"Javie, slobber all over that dick before you actually suck on it. Action!"

This scene was taken over and over again and from different angles and different distances. Then it was my turn which took an equally large number of takes before Tom was satisfied. 

Cookie brought out sandwiches and cookies for lunch, after which we were directed to move into a 69 with us lying side by side.  Again, lots of takes at various angles and distances, both as we moved onto the ground and sucking each other's dick.

Meanwhile off in the woods, the three hunters moved into position.  This was a series of takes. First a shot through the undercover of us blowing each other in a 69, with a hand parting the leaves in the foreground to give a better view. Next the camera moved in with a point of view shot, until it was looking down on us and the boots of the viewer are visible, as well as two other pairs of boots surrounding us.

With Javie's dick still in my mouth I look up into the camera and act surprised. This took a few takes with the final being Javie looking up into the camera and registering shock and surprise at being caught in such a compromising position.

The three men (one of which was Dá), dressed in camo and orange vests and toting rifles began haranguing us. Pretty soon zippers were going down and cocks were coming out. For the rest of the afternoon Javie and I sucked dick in the woods as take after take was made with the men eventually getting as naked as Javie and I. The final scenes were the money shots where Javie and I had our faces spermed.  By the time Tom called it a day, my jaw was aching.

As the "hunters" dressed, Javie and I scrounged around for our scattered clothing, only to be told that we were to "remain in character" until the movie was completed the next day.  Fine by us, though the scattered sticks and stones encountered on the way back to the farm house were bit rough on our bare feet.

We were washed off with a garden hose outside before going inside the house where Cookie had supper on the table and we all ate.  It was kind of odd being the only ones at the table naked, though most of the crew had lost their shirts during the heat of the day.

Supper done, the drinking began.  Pretty soon, the zippers were going down and Javie and I were directed to give blow jobs to all the crew who weren't actors.  That included Cookie. I was a bit apprehensive when he picked me out for his first BJ. By that time just about everyone was naked and Javie and I each had swallowed several loads. Looking me in the eye, Cookie disrobed completely, saving revealing his black cock until the very last.      

 "On your knees, cocksucker," I heard someone say to me. Cookie approached with me in a supplicant position.  At that point he was semi-hard having watched us sucking dick for the past twenty minutes or so while he waited his turn.  I was well aware that he was watching me in particular giving head to the other guys.

Repeating a scene from earlier that afternoon, he beat me about the face with his cock before putting it to my lips.  Having no choice, I allowed him to push it into my mouth.  It surprised me to discover that he didn't taste any different than any of the other guys, initially salty and pungent from a day of accumulated sweat.

"That's it, white boy, suck my nigger dick," he hissed as I got to it.

Whatever hesitancy I had about sucking this black man, pretty much vanished once I began. Ignoring my aching jaw, I gave him the full treatment like Dá had taught me, using lots of tongue action on the oddly lighter colored head and just under the rim. However, he was a heavy smoker and I guess that accounted for the slightly acrid taste of his cum when he unloaded in my mouth, but it wasn't unpleasantly acrid, just stronger tasting than what I was used to. Before the night was done and Javie and I were sent off to sleep under the stars in the back of Dá's truck (with the black butt plug up my ass), I sucked him two more times.  In the morning I sucked him to completion before I had my breakfast, after which he removed the butt plug.

After breakfast it was back into the woods to complete the movie.  Again the sticks and stones were a bit hard on our bare feet as we returned buck naked from the day before to the old spreading oak tree.

As the crew set up the cameras for the first shots, the "hunters" disrobed and Javie and I had our assholes greased up for the first of the sodomy scenes.  If you watch the movie carefully, you  might notice that the lighting was different with the morning light rather than yesterday's afternoon light, but I doubt anyone watching the movie would be paying attention to such technical flaws. Indeed their attention would most likely be focused on the close ups of the slow penetration of our anuses with some rather large cocks and the shots from ten feet away of our buttocks quaking as our asses were vigorously pounded.

It probably took two hours to compete the sodomy scenes for the movie, with the parting shots of gaping assholes leaking cum as we lay exhausted in the leaves while the hunters, now dressed, disappearing into woods to continue their hunt.

That was end of the movie, but not the end of the sodomy, as the crew then took their pleasure buggering us.  Once everyone, including Tom and Cookie had taken their pleasure with our young asses, Dá took us back to the farmhouse, hosed us off and had us get dressed for the ride home from our "fishing trip". 

You might think that I'd be walking funny after being gang fucked by a bunch of men, but the butt plug had stretched my ass enough that I took all comers without much problem. Indeed, once my sphincter went slack, I took everyone with ease.  Mom of course asked about the fishing trip.  I told her the practiced story line that the fish weren't biting, but that we had lots of a fun anyway just goofing around.  She accepted that and didn't press for any details.

A few weeks later we went "fishing" again and once again went to the farmhouse in the woods.  By that time the first movie had been edited into its final form and Tom showed it to the crew that Friday night.  Everyone agreed that it was pretty good. Other than that, not much happened that night except that Cookie wanted a blowjob from me, a request Tom granted.

The movie this time was just of Javie and me and shot entirely inside a small tent.  Actually there were several identical tents. One was pitched just outside the back door of the house.  The plot was a backyard campout.  Several other tents were pitched inside the darkened barn.  Each had a hole strategically cut out to allow filming the "nocturnal" actions of two boys inside. Lighting was supplied by artificial moonlight illuminating the inside of the tents from the outside, as well as flashlights inside.

The first scenes were of Javie and me pitching the tent behind the farmhouse. Then hauling in blankets and pillows and munchies for the night. As the sun set, we crawled into the tent. It grew dark. Shot of flashlights dancing on the fabric. The porch light went out and the action began with the full moon rising above the tent outside.

We moved into the first tent inside the barn.  In the dim "moonlight" we goofed around with our flashlights, getting comfortable by stripping down to our underwear and making scary faces. Soon hands slip into underwear and were worked down and off.  Various body parts are highlighted with a flashlight. Mutual masturbation morphs into blow jobs and then finger fucking.

We dressed and moved into another tent where the same actions were filmed from a different angle.  Then we dressed and moved to a third tent and repeated.  Back to the first tent, second tent, third tent until Tom was satisfied he had everything he needed.

Lights fade and then morning sun illuminates the interior of the tent.  Still naked, with alarm the two boys hear a man's voice, "Rise and shine, boys! Mom will be serving breakfast in a five minutes, so get your pants on and get your butts inside."

"Okay, Dad," I answer. We listen in silence for moment anticipating the tent flaps opening.  Nothing happens except we scramble into our clothes. End of movie. 

That took all day.  That night Javie and I were passed around to the crew.

On the way home early the next day Dá stopped at a lakeside bait shop and bought some worms.  Then from the bank we fished and caught a few Sunfish.  The photo of me grinning broadly with a fish dangling on hook, provided  proof of the legitimacy of our fishing trip. 

But all was not well after that second "fishing" trip, as it was now the second weekend that Javie and I missed our Saturday softball games.  Our coach, a college student named  Ned, had chewed out another player the week before for having missed a game, and I expected that he'd give Javie and me some grief at the next practice. But it didn't happen.  He didn't mention it at all. Mom had to "work late" that evening so I was to stay at Javie's until she got home around 9 PM.  Who should show up at 6:30 after Dá had fed us, but Ned, our softball coach. I nearly had a cow when he walked in with Javie and me nude on the floor watching cartoons.  Unbeknownst to us, Dá had invited him over to get a blowjob from me. At least Dá hadn't offered him my ass. Over the next several weeks, I became very familiar with Ned's cock.

A week or so later Dá took us "fishing" again.  This time we didn't leave until after the softball game Saturday morning.  We also didn't go directly to the farmhouse in the woods, but went to a city park in a nearby town. Tom the director and his crew were set up and ready for us when we arrived.  We shot the opening scenes for a couple of short clips.

Javie was first up. Dressed  like he usually dresses when outside playing, half nude in just a pair of elastic-waisted play shorts, he messed around on some play ground equipment along with several local kids. He wanders off where he was approached by a man who had been sitting on a bench watching the kids.  They have a discussion and then Javie and the man head off and into some bushes.  Cut.  The rest would be shot at the farmhouse.

I was up next.  I was fully dressed and minding my own business when a man waves me over to his car. I look around to see who he was waving too, but see no one.  He waves at me again. 'Who me?' I pantomime.  He vigorously nods and I go to his car where we have a quick discussion.  Looking about to see if anyone was watching, I then get in his car and we drive away.  Cut. The rest would be shot at the farmhouse where I was first up.

Tom has a camera set up in a rough track that leads to an abandoned outbuilding.  Action. The car bounces up the tract in the woods and comes to a stop.  The cameraman now moves to the open window of the car. He will change windows often during the following scenes that requires several takes before Tom is satisfied.

"Okay, kid," the man says to me, "take off all of your clothes for me. I want your ass buck naked!"  I strip on the front bench seat of the older model sedan. When naked, the man has me rest my back against the door and he plays with my cock and balls.  He goes down on me. 

Having finished his blowjob, he tells me to, "get your ass out of the car."  I get out.  He has me turn this way and that while he takes photographs of me naked.  Then he pulls out his cock and has me blow him. Naturally there's the requisite money shot of him shooting his load in my face and chest.  A prop guy comes up and adds some faux cum to the mess.  The man then gets back in his car and backs down the tract, leaving me stranded, spermed and naked in the woods.  Cut.

Tom moved on to work with Javie and the man entering the bushes.  In a suitable brushy location, down go Javie's shorts and down on him goes the man.  Javie is then positioned leaning against a tree where he is cornholed and then made to suck the man.  Actually the suck was filmed before the ass fucking and edited to make it look like ass-to-mouth.  The man zips up and leaves Javie naked, pulling an ass cheek to the side and looking over at his shoulder grinning as goo runs down Javie's thigh.  Cut.

Like before, neither Javie nor I were allowed to dress that after completing the short films and were made available to crew.

Sunday morning I starred in another short clip.  This time I'm by myself, playing outside near the barn dressed in just play shorts being observed by a farm hand dressed in overalls and carrying a hoe.  I look around and seeing no one, I slip into the barn. Scene 2 is the farm hand (played by the man who took Javie into bushes the day before)  approaching the barn and looking inside through a knot hole. The camera is pushed against the knot hole where I'm observed with my pants down and off, standing while flogging the lizard.  Scene 3 is inside the barn with a close up of me beating off. Suddenly the barn door opens and the farm hand enters.

"Hey, what'cha doin', boy?" the man says. "Playin' wid yerself?"  

Cut to me with an alarmed look at being caught.

"Don't worry, boy, I ain't gonna tell no one 'bout what yer doing.  Okay?

"Now go on and keep on doin' what 'cha was doin'...

"Now go on, boy.  Whip yer willie for me... Now do it or I'm gonna whip your ass!"

Cut to me yanking on my limp dick.

He approaches while I abuse myself and walks behind me, where he reaches around and takes my young cock into his big hand and masturbates me until I climax.  I didn't have to fake this, as I really did cum from his handjob. He spins me around where I find him naked and he places my hand on his bare erect cock.  I begin wanking him until he shoots all over me.

"Now clean it up, boy," he says as he pushes me down with a hand on my head.  Close up of the still dripping dick and my lips tightly sealed.

Whap!  He slaps me on the head and tells me, "God damn it, suck it!" My lips open and the sperm dripping cock passes through my lips for a prolonged blowjob.

He pushes me off his cock and manhandles me over a bale of hay and slams his cock up my ass. I holler, but he gags me with his hand while he rapes me.

When finished and banishing an open pocket knife he tells me, "If ya know what's good for ya, boy, ya don't  say a god damned word about any of this to anyone!  Understand, boy? Ya say something, I swear I'll come back and cut yer god damned dick off!"

He dresses and exits the barn. Close up of me still sprawled over the bale of hay, goo running down the inside of my thighs.  Cut.

Inside the house, Javie plays the part of a prostituted boy.  His opposite is the man I worked with the day before. They are in a bedroom and Javie is naked from the get go.  There's an exchange of money and the man has use of Javie on the bed and even gives him a five dollar tip when he was finished.

Over the course of the next eight months or so, many movies starring Javie and me were made.  Not all the movies were shot at the farmhouse.  One was shot at a house with a swimming pool, where Javie and I, along with a several other boys, skinny dipped under the watchful eyes of several men who took complete advantage of the opportunities the swim party presented.

And Javie and I weren't always paired up for one of these kiddie fuck flicks, as we were sometimes paired with other boys.

But all things come to an end.  Near the end of the following summer, after I turned eleven, Mom and her boss got married and we moved into a very nice house in the upscale part of town, and Granpa moved a family of renters into our little house.  It would be years before I saw Javie again.

*****

It was my freshman year at a private school.  Jack, my stepfather, one day asked me to come into his home office for a discussion.  His home office was off limits to me and everyone else, including my mom, who was off doing her realtor thing.  He had this amazing computer system with two huge CRT monitors (well, huge for the day).

"I have something I want to show you," he said as he fired up his system. "I picked it up the last time I was in Amsterdam."

After a minute or two and the CRT monitors had flickered to life, he inserted a removable hard drive.  Once that was stabilized, he navigated to a folder and clicked on a file.

A movie came up, titled "The Hunt for Boy Pussy".

Immediately my gut tightened as I recognized the opening header. 'Oh, fuck,' I said to myself, knowing it was the first of many dirty movies I made with Javie when I was ten years old.

"That's you," my stepfather nonchalantly commented as the opening scene played out of Javie and I going down the wooded path to where the main action would take place. "And that's your friend,  that Mexican boy who lived down the street.  Javier, if I recall.

"Jack, I can explain," I said, not that I had any way of explaining what was on that tape.

"Explain later," he replied.  "For now, let's just watch the movie."

A little while later when Javie and I were naked and started blowing each other, Jack asked, "You still suck dick?

"That friend of yours, Carl.  You two spend a lot of time together.  Tell me, do you and Carl suck each other?" In fact we did, but I couldn't answer.

In the movie the hunters have discovered us. As a large uncut brown dick passed between my lips, Jack commented, "That's your friend's father's cock.  Isn't it?" I was ready to throw up. "You sucked his cock a lot too, didn't you? But he and your friend, Javier, weren't the only cocks you were sucking was it?  And you weren't just sucking these men's cocks, but you were taking them up your ass too. But I'm getting ahead of the movie."

The movie played on, sordid scene after sordid scene, with Jack making running comments about what was happening, about how easily I took all those cocks orally and anally. When the movie was over, he turned the computer off.

"Now, your mother doesn't know a thing about any of this and she should never know. But I know.  I also know that this movie isn't only movie like this.  After I saw this and recognized you, your friend and his father, or rather his uncle..."

I wondered, 'How did he know that Dá's was Javie's uncle and not his dad?'

"I looked them up," Jack continued. "They're still living at the same address," he informed.  "So dropped over to have talk with Damien.  He answered the door half naked," he chuckled. "When I told him who I was, he tried to shut the door, but I jammed my foot in the door.

"I told him that I wasn't there to bust him, but that I had a copy of "The Hunt For Boy Pussy" and insisted that I wanted to discuss it with him.  It was either he let me in for a talk, or I'd call the cops.  He let me in, but not before he called out, "You, boys, go put some pants on.  We have company." After a short pause, he opened the door and let me in.

"I told him again that I wasn't going to call the cops, but what I really wanted were copies of any other suck/fuck movies he might have with you in them. After he hemmed and hawed about it, he claimed that he didn't have copies, but that he knew where to get them.  He also said it wouldn't be exactly cheap.  I offered a down payment with the balance paid when he delivered them to me. I have them now, and I must admit, I've been quite entertained by your performances.

 "I also asked him how much for a blowjob from you co-star.  We agreed on the price and I got one the best blowjobs of my life from your old buddy.  Hope that doesn't bother you, Billy.  It didn't bother Javier to suck me off.  Nor did it bother him when I ran my cock up his ass. Didn't bother his uncle either and you know what? Damien didn't charge me extra for using his nephew's ass.  However, I did tip Javier handsomely. 

"Oh!  And they both told me to tell you hello."

My stepfather stood and told me to stand. He stepped up close and gently groped my crotch.

"I remember something from one of your fuck and suck clips.  You were in a car with some old guy who picked you up in a park.  Giving me a squeeze he said, 'Okay, kid, take off all of your clothes for me. I want your ass buck naked.' "

I smiled, knowing for certain that I wasn't in any trouble with Jack and proceeded to undress.  When I was naked, Jack removed all of his clothes. Now I saw firsthand what my mom saw in him initially, a really big cock, a real pussy pleaser.

Jack said, "Okay, son, let's see just how good you are with your mouth."

THE END

RETURN TO TORRID TALES OF THE TABOO

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