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Subject: Brent’s Public Thrills 4 Do you like stories like these? Do you know that this website is only made possible by donations from readers like you? Well make one if you can fty/. Be responsible and do it before you nut yourself to sleep. Now is the perfect time! __________________ The Bodega Cold cans of soda rattled in their cases whenever the man sucking Brent’s stiffie pushed his lips in a little too aggressively. The sounds of the refrigerators humming next to them and the staticy music in the corner store would drown out the ambience of their sex, but even if they didn’t it would have just sounded like someone working stock instead of sucking cock. The dim essence of cheap fluorescent lights through the freezer doors was all that lit the boy propped up for his blowjob, and even less light made it to the man on his knees worshipping the sixth grader’s dick below. The whole room was rather cold, not quite to where Brent’s sexed up breaths could be seen but not far off. He could barely maintain his erection when he first stood masturbating in the frigid stock room to catch the clerk’s attention, but the man didn’t seem to mind the sight of a half hard boy worm being worked awkwardly. Once it was inside of his mouth sharing body heat it stiffened right up. At first Brent really only went in for a sugar fix on the hot summer evening. Sweaty from biking around his neighbourhood he made right for the Cokes at the back. The bodega always kept them at the back to make him walk past rows of tempting snacks, but he only had a dollar that day anyway. The cashier paid him no mind, even though his wet shirt clung skintight to his healthy boyish frame. He knew the difference between straight guys and “straight” guys by now and this one was the former. He would have missed the sight of the man in the stock room peering from behind the refrigerators if he didn’t change his mind and go back for cherry. But when reached down to the lower shelf he saw the clerk’s jeans and runners standing in the dark hidden space. Slowly raising his eyes but not his head made it apparent that the young man stocking shelves was rubbing himself through his pants at the sight of the boy, and probably was the whole time. Brent didn’t let him know that he had been seen, instead turning around and mimicked a thoughtful perusing of the very boring items on the lowest shelf opposite the fridge. The man inside groaned and squeezed himself harder seeing the kid’s beautifully round ass waving in front of him. If he had half a brain cell more he would have seen through the obvious show, what kid spent this long looking at lightbulbs? But then again that wouldn’t have stopped him from enjoying the sight. Nearly crying out loud when Brent reached back to scratch obscenely at his crevice, the clerk undid his belt to make room for his hand inside his underwear and massaged himself skin to skin. Brent’s delves were far too long and far too deep to be anything but sexual, even going so far as to push some of the loose fabric inside of his first sphincter. The bell above the bodega’s entrance rang as a mother and her young kids came in for a shop. Mothers were always trouble, so he took his hand away and snuck to the end of the drink aisle where a hallway led back to his voyeur’s storage room. When nobody was looking he ducked into the employee only section to confront the clerk, only to find he was gone. This was even better. Now he’d get to surprise the man without walking in on him jerking, much less likely to send him running off with guilty panic. It was always funny to Brent how much differently men reacted when disovering a little boy in the throes of sex rather than the other way around. He leaned up against a pallet of unstocked drinks with his shorts bunched around his ankles while he started squeezing his struggling dicklet in the cold. Before he could get fully erect the clerk turned the corner and his eyes bugged. Brent put on his best pleading puppydog face, his eyes drew lines from his bald midsection to the man’s freaked out face. Seeing the man stand there frozen meant he had to up his game, so he peeled off his shirt and used his left hand to tweak at his cold hardened pink nipple while his right continued to jerk. Without changing his expression the clerk suddenly dove head first into boy’s chest, kissing around the sensitive nub with an inspired passion. Brent squeaked like an unoiled door, men rarely wanted to do foreplay things with him. If they were interested at all they must have felt too urgent to waste time with anything but the main events. Not this man though, his tongue left streaks of saliva all around Brent’s nicely developing preteen pecs. The warmth from his mouth at first subsided the goosebumps on the boy’s skin, then the rapidly cooling wetness returned them soon after. The cashier called out in spanish for the man. If there was a name in there Brent didn’t pick it up, but the man pulled off and tucked his raging erection under his waistband before dashing out to comply. The sight of just that leaking purple cock tip peeking out over a narrow patch of treasure trail made Brent’s mouth water, even after the man pulled his shirt down over it. The boy kept on rubbing while the clerk left, alternating nipples while his jerking hand did its best to transfer body heat into his still inflating three inches. His shivers were more cold than arousal at the moment, but he’d just have to work harder to change that. He sat up on the lumpy stack of soda cases and leaned back, using the warmth from both hands to liven up his little boy dick. It was working, he grew more rigid and it stuck out an extra half inch, one more half away from its maximum. He breathed into his hands to get them hotter, but it was the sight of the clerk returning that managed to get him fully boned. Dropping his most recent delivery on the floor with an irresponsible clatter the cashier yelled out in annoyance from the front, but that didn’t slow the hypnotized man down at all. He knelt again in front of the boy and resumed his attention to the tight little torso. With hands on the smooth narrow kid hips, the clerk took control, briefly resuming the assault of those pert little nips, but quickly descending kisses down developing ab creases. There was a pit stop made to french into the boy’s cute little belly button, but soon after the mouth continued, following the arrow of Brent’s vee to the awaiting prize. With the heat from inside of the clerk’s cheeks and the pressure from his lips Brent knew he would stay rigid, even as his body continued to shiver. His shirt was in reach but he didn’t want it. Naked was better, naked was best. He coaxed the man’s hands to roam over his bare hairless body, which warmed him up some more. Big hands encircled around his arms and palmed at his long neck while Brent threw his head back to savor the sucking. Water stains on the cheap ceiling tiles reminded him of how seedy this place was. His eyes traced the path of an exposed pipe down to the refrigerator and caught two pairs of eyes looking in at him getting sucked. The kids were mesmerized at the sight, and when one of them tugged on the legs of the mother standing next to them Brent got a little nervous knot in his stomach. She couldn’t see in from the downward angle of the shelves, but would she believe them if they said something? Despite their surprise, the kids didn’t know how to formulate a thought at what they were seeing, apparently too young or too innocent to have any context for the vivid man boy sex taking place in front of their eyes. The urgent gestures into the refrigerator must have just seemed like pleas for drinks, and the woman gave an irritated sigh and dragged them away. Luckily his lover didn’t see any of that, if anything he was feeling more isolated, his sucking rhythm becoming much more sensual and forceful. This man wasn’t straight or “straight,” he knew how to suck a dick. The intial look in his eyes made Brent doubt it was ever kiddie dick before this moment, but the technique was very easily scaled down. People continued to walk by and pick up drinks, nobody short enough to get a glimpse of the two of them, and soon Brent’s shivers transitioned from cold to climax. His thighs squeezed around the man’s head as he popped off. The stack of sodas nearly toppled sideways when he arched his back in orgasmic spasm and he let out an unrestrained screech. His dick wasn’t even finished quaking and bobbing when the clerk bolted out the back door in a panic at the child’s cries of ecstasy. The cashier’s feet appeared in sight out the front of the fridge now, aksaray escort and he banged his on the panel above the fogged up doors, angrily muttering what sounded like spanish curses at the machinery. Brent laughed and bundled up again, taking another soda and dipping out the back door himself. __________________ The Hospital Chilled sterile air wafted across Brent’s pert little backside, lifting goosebumps off of his skin. The outer coolness was balanced by his inner warmth thanks to Mihai, the young nurse playing his boy hole like a finger puppet. The nurse on the other hand was sweating buckets, nowehere near as cool as the nude preteen. Their eyes first met in the hallway outside of the room Brent’s mom was visiting, one of her friends that he didn’t really know. The two ladies were inside and he was amusing himself on a chair by trying to flirt with all of the men he could see. Most were oblivious to the boy’s wandering gazes, some noticed but dismissed it without a thought, but Mihai’s adam’s apple plunged with each stolen glance. That same adam’s apple soon to be bobbing up and down with every gulp of the man swallowing 4 inches of hairless preteen meat. When the boy’s well tuned radar first picked up on the nurse’s uncomfortable body language he immediately shifted into seduction mode. He scratched under his shorts, hiking them up to reveal more of his silky thighs when the man walked by with a stack of bedsheets. He squirmed in his seat while his hand squeezed at his groin when Mihai refilled pill cups at the nurse’s station. He even moaned suggestively when the nurse reached up to a high cabinet revealing some trim midsection. But the real hook was the fingertip sucking in his mouth, which sent a clipboard clattering to the ground and the flustered 25 year old scrambling down to retrieve it. With the man kneeling at his feet, Brent sealed the deal with a display only they could see. Little fingers stretched the crotch of his loose shorts sideways to reveal Brent’s complete lack of underwear, then teased around in his meaty shadowed crevice. The transfixed nurse barely breathed until an orderly passing by with a gurney caused Brent to cover back up. Good timing, as it turned out. Brent’s mother walked out, telling him she was going to try and find her friend’s doctor and that he was to stay in the room. The boy sulked at first but when he saw the patient was out cold his eyes lit back up. Turning around to face the still-staring nurse, he backed into the dark room, eyes locked on Mihai, beckoning the shocked man with an exposing droop of his pants and a hungry glare. Despite the impossibly confused signals in the boylover’s brain, he managed to shift his erection surrepticiously to tuck up under the drawstring of his scrubs. Mouthing the words ‘one minute’ and holding up his finger to the boy, he went off down the hall to deliver the clipboard so nobody would come looking for him with it. Brent set to work preparing immediately, drawing the curtain divider between his mom’s friend and the second empty hospital bed for some privacy. His nose scrunched at the smell of the mixture of sanitizer and distant soiled sheets, hospitals always creeped him out. Still, the prospect of some man on boy action motivated him to keep his head in the game. The back corner of the room had a window overlooking an atrium. Brightly colored paper cutouts in the windows across from him made him think of his time in the children’s ward, where some extra daily protein topping on his ice cream from a generous orderly helped him recover from his tonsilitis quickly. Snapping out of his brief reverie, the 11 year old gleefully shucked off his layers of winter clothes, sure that the man was bewitched enough to speed things along. Before he had a chance to get fully disrobed though, the soft click of the room’s door closing shot up his heartbeat. The vision of Brent’s body was perfection to the repressed young nurse as he rounded the curtain divider. He gasped watching the little boy twist out of his t-shirt, that and his socks being the only clothing left on the lad. Ripples of tight torso muscles flexing under the exertion and the quivering red spike jutting from beneath them were too much for Mihai and he lunged at Brent, unable to wait for the boy to be nude. With his arms and head trapped within his shirt Brent fell backwards onto the bed under the man’s weight. Unable to see, Brent was taken by surprise when a mouth closed over his nipple. Most men skipped over his sensitive pink nub appetizers in favor for the main course, but this one was fully worshipping his body. Wet kisses inched up his pecs and into his smooth underarms, licks trying furiously to lap up whatever flavor of boy sweat he had accrued under his heavy coat that afternoon. Sensual adult lips mouthed all over the preteen’s chest and abs until they came to rest at the fully risen mast of Brent’s boyhood. Upper body now free from the man’s weight he wrestled his shirt off finally to witness his lover bobbing on his dick like it was a last meal. He threw his head back when he felt the man’s tongue bathe underneath his foreskin and into his slit and bucked his narrow hips encouragingly. Mihai had no need of such encouragement, but the added enthusiasm of this little horndog sent a shiver down his spine that electrified his prostate, kicking it into precum producing overdrive. A quick shift released his throbbing cock from its blue cotton confines so as not to create any questionable stains. He left it alone though, instead returning both hands to the worship of this boy’s body. Long slender fingers held around the jutting pelvic bones, pressing divots into Brent’s smooth pale skin. The sound of the PA gave the well trained nurse pause. As once in a lifetime as this opportunity was, he’d leave if there was an emergency. When it turned out just to be a routine call for a resident Mihai sighed and climbed onto the bed. Straddling on all fours over the boy, he muscled one leg up over his shoulder to garner access to what the boy was revealing in the hallway. Their eyes locked when the man’s fingers tested the area for resistance. Brent bit his quivering lip and nodded his invitation, eagerly awaiting the pressure. As usual for Brent, he left the house that day as lubed as he could be without risk of leakage, ever hopeful for some anal action. The scandalous look on Mihai’s face when he felt the boy’s preparation ooze around his index finger nearly caused Brent to burst into laughter. He couldn’t imagine the man’s eyebrows raising any higher until he held up his hand and waggled two fingers at him. In for a middle, in for a ring, Mihai figured, and drilled in with three of his fingers instead. Brent bucked immediately at the stretching. He was sure he could work the man to that if they had time, but was expecting some buildup. Still, he’d taken much bigger much quicker and much drier over the years and he loved it all. Once the man found his rhythm inside, Brent’s hands twisted in his lover’s hair and dragged him back down to suck him off. This new position left the 25 year old’s swollen organ swinging above the boy’s foot. Brent could feel the man’s unpenetrated hand still massaging his midsection so he knew it was unattended. Even through his socks the blood pumping inside of the overstimulated cock was obvious. He did his best to grip it through his toes and rub, a simple gesture but enough to make the nurse give a muffled cry as he sucked. Glancing back up at the window he could see a small figure up a couple of stories on the other side of the atrium next to the colored paper. Though too distant to see if eyes were on him exactly, the hands pressed up agains the glass and the stillness made him think the child was watching him get serviced. He twisted his hips sideways to try and give the little one sight of the man’s hand 3 knuckles deep inside of his bowels. That twist drove Mihai’s fingertips hard into his fuck trigger though and it pushed him over the edge. His foot spasmed out and into the man’s balls in a chain reaction which pulled the nurse into climax with him. Brent arched his back and grit his teeth while jets of hot spunk spewed out of his lover, soaking into his sock. The boy and man cumming simultaneously was a magic Brent rarely got to feel. More often than not the first orgasm past the post was the only one in these fleeting, fragile encounters. Maybe it was their connected finish that was the difference, but rather than bolting like a thief in the night, Mihai stretched out beside the boy and cuddled in silence for a few precious minutes. alsancak escort The PA came on again and the nurse had to respond this time. With one last silent glance and a peck on the lips, the nurse tucked himself away and left Brent to happily squish cum between his toes on the bed. __________________ The Bowling Alley Brent didn’t care much for his annoying classmate Elliot, but a bowling birthday party invitation was too hard to pass up. As it turned out so was Mr. Grant, Elliot’s father. Never missing an opportunity to make himself available in public, Brent ignored the underwear that had been laid out for him by one of his thoughtful parents that afternoon. They chose his second favorite pair of pants, joggers being too informal for the party, but though he wasn’t as comfortable – or more importantly, accessible – the jeans at least showed off his shapely boy behind. He even tucked his polo in to put his shelf on maximum display. Originally he thought he might scope out some older boys having fun in another lane or find the interest of one of the employees, but as soon as Mr. Grant got noticeably handsy buckling he and the other boys into the station wagon his mission that day was clear. Not a particularly challenging mission either, luckily. Brent couldn’t remember if Elliot had ever said his dad’s name, he barely listened to the kid most of the time. The talented seducer waggled a little extra while he set up his shot to catch the eye of the obviously sexually frustrated man. Whether Mrs. Grant was out of the picture or otherwise occupied, Mr. Grant suffered similarly to many other married men. Stolen glances and pant readjustments were hard to miss for Brent’s keen eye. The boy’s stretch denim was dark, so the shadows cast by his own hardening rod weren’t immediately obvious, but the silhouette was. He teased it with the bowling ball whenever it was his turn, giving it a little grind before he sent it down the lane with a concerted, breathy grunt. By the time the pizzas were delivered, Brent’s finger biting and playful stretching had driven the man into a cold sweat, so he was relieved to lead the group of fifth graders up to the private party balcony above the arcade to feed them. When the last crumbs and were devoured the crowd wasted no time in bounding back down to the games, all except for Brent, that is. Twisting himself to try to get a look at his own rear, Brent asked Mr. Grant if he could help clean up a suspiciously hand-shaped grease stain on the back of his pants. A gulp was the only resistance that the man offered, as he reached for some napkins and pressed into the fabric, taut over the boy’s supple cheeks. Brent kept backing up with every one of the man’s caresses, which soon devolved into full palm massages. Under the guise of needing more pressure Mr. Grant reached around to Brent’s lower stomach and clamped him in a powerful grip. Brent hummed appreciatively with every rub, leaning himself over the table and looking back at his molester with sultry eyes. The boy announced that it still felt slick inside of his pants, and without allowing an opportunity to protest, unbuttoned and flipped the seat of his jeans down to his upper thigh. Elliot’s father’s face turned as red as the pizza sauce smeared about in the empty boxes while he nearly wheezed at the sight of the commando boy’s bared flesh. He darted panicked looks from the heavenly ass to the stairs as he wiped down the inside of the jeans, so absently lost in this impossible moment that he didn’t notice the hand stabilizing Brent’s front had been coaxed down by the boy to cup over the exposed preteen jewels. Though it took a minute, Brent’s leading strokes were finally realized and the man’s flimsy inhibitions snapped. Brent saw the look in Mr. Grant’s eyes shift from apprehension to determination, a favorite moment of conversion for the boy. Pushing his ass back and up even further spread his cheeks to expose his meaty pink hole, winking in the face of the man, daring him to enter. It didn’t matter to the boy what entered next, but he was desperate for something. Three fingers wet with saliva found their way from Brent’s mouth to rub over the surface of his sphincter. If it wasn’t tasty enough looking before, the slick coating of spit glistened in the neon lights from the wall like a sprinkled donut. The eager dad didn’t give Brent enough time to even penetrate himself before his lips mashed right onto the tasty treat. Sounds of kissing, slobbering and moaning echoed only so far as the two lovers could hear, drowned out by the din of crashing pins, cheering children and pop music. Good thing, because every time Mr. Grant pushed his face in with force against the boy’s opening Brent practically hyperventilated with his whines. The insatiable boy had certainly felt greater pleasures, but he knew the men always tried harder when he hammed it up a bit. One thing they did both hear however was Elliot shouting up from below the dining balcony to see if his dad would be in their game or not. His father wiped his mouth and turned to bend over the railing, promising he would be done cleaning up and coming soon. Whether Mr. Grant actually meant it as a double entendre or not, Brent giggled and hoped it wouldn’t actually be soon. Picking his knees up onto the table, the boy presented himself on all fours for the second course. His wet fingers returned to his swelling anus and probed inside about a tongue’s depth as the man walked back to him, encouraging some more adventurous consumption. The father could feel his heart racing as he licked his lips at the treat presented before him, then knelt behind the boy in worship of it. Thumbs pulled Brent’s cheeks as splayed apart as possible to fit his full square jaw deep into the narrow crevice. Grown lips met the young flesh once again. Having seen the boy penetrate himself Mr. Grant unapologetically drilled his tongue inside the eleven year old’s body, tasting every velvety corner he could reach in that juicy rectum. Melting with the pleasure, Brent spread his legs as wide as the pants around his knees would allow, knocking some of the used paper plates off of the table. His devourer got the hint and felt up the boy’s silky thighs to cup at the swinging mound in between. Between the ball fondling and the tongue fucking, Brent’s head sagged and jaw slacked, letting the feelings surge. Drool pooled on his lower lip as his head rolled limp from side to side. Mr. Grant meanwhile had released his own shaft through his boxer slit and was stroking it furiously. He could barely tell if his rush to orgasm was from the fear of discovery or the fulfilment of his lifelong repressed boy lust, but his release was imminent. Without a thought for the boy’s state he stood up, spun the tiny figure around, and put his pulsating tip up to Brent’s mouth. Surprised but happy that Mr. Grant assumed this level of experience from him, Brent wrapped his lips around the head while the man’s fapping continued. He couldn’t get much more than the slit in without the man’s thumb bopping him on the nose, but he knew very well that even a little suckling goes a long way with these first timers. Only a minute of flicking at the peak with his tongue was all it took to coax out his dessert. Mr. Grant’s eyes gaped in shocked disbelief. His whole body shook volleys of cum into the fifth grader’s head, cheeks puffing and deflating as Brent swallowed his pent up load like a pro. The father could hardly recollect the last time he had his cum in someone’s mouth, and now there was a child beneath him absolutely guzzling on it. Without missing a single drop, Brent smiled through his feeding, batting his eyes up at his friend’s dad appreciatively. As usual, the post-nut shame caught up to the man. He gawked around while he zipped up and fidgeted the boy’s pants back up forcefully. Brent rolled his eyes as he was manhandled back to decency, still swirling his tongue around in his mouth for remnants. The man bolted for the stairs as soon as they were both tucked in, but Brent stuck around, peering over the balcony to look for someone to finish him off. __________________ The Barracks A total of fifteen inches of army dick was shoved inside of the preteen from both ends. If Brent’s gullet wasn’t so full his dry orgasms might have sung out loud enough to alert the rest of the company. As it was though, James and Nico had him properly spitroasted in their tent and none of the other soldiers nearby were any wiser. Most were sleeping, basic training kept the crew absolutely exhausted, but tonight these men amasya escort in their early twenties found a source of inspirational energy from little Brent’s surprise visit. In a choice between sinking their dicks root deep into a primed and eager young hole or getting a normal night’s sleep there was no contest. Brent’s double teamed pounding took place pinned between the two sweat drenched studs on top of the sleeping bag in which they had found him hiding. Initially upset about finding a stray kid in their tent, Nico reached in to grab him and yank him out, but felt no clothes around the boy and froze. Instead of lifting Brent out, James decided to unzip around where the boy lay squirming inside, only to reveal him fully naked, clothes nowhere to be seen. By no means had the men ever considered an eleven year old boy as a sexual figure before, but with his legs splayed wide, his four inch cocklet furiously erect, and one of their long chrome flashlights moving deeply in and out of his ass the men became paralyzed in shock. They watched the boy fuck the makeshift dildo into his tender pink boy pussy, mouths agape, faces draining blood directly to their underappreciated and long withheld fuck sticks. Brent’s face twisted in pleasure while he gazed challengingly at the men and the rising tents in their fatigues. When they exchanged unbelievable ‘are we gonna do this’ looks to one another he sealed the deal by withdrawing the flashlight and licking it clean. Traces of white liquid oozed out from his gaping hole, and the men knew that it wasn’t the flashlight that left cum inside of this boy. Who or where the deposit came from didn’t matter to them, they were just sure he wanted another. The soldiers didn’t take long in refilling each of his little holes with their steely shafts. They ripped off their bulky jackets in a frenzy to reveal hard worked bodies straining against their tight undershirts. Heavy belt buckles clanged as their pants unzipped to reveal bulging white boxers. James pulled his cock free through the flap and Nico bared himself to mid thigh mere seconds before they plunged into his mouth and asshole. A cough from a neighbouring tent briefly slowed the frantic lust overtaking the pent up men. Brent knew something like this might happen, but he did his best meditative relaxation to permit them access to his depths as quickly as he could. Nico’s cock wedged past the resistance of the boy’s esophagus right as James’ caved in past the inner sphincter, both child sized holes straining appreciatively around his phallic invaders. Exchanging a disbelieving stare, the army buds gulped in hesitation, unable to process the horrifying risk against their impossible desire. Brent, used to but still irritated by initiating fearful men, reached both up and downward to grab each of their shaft’s bases in encouragement. His impatient strokes got the soldiers moving again, and they gradually upped their pace. Brent’s body accordianed up and down over the soft sleeping bag as his lovers strength began to rise. Straining boy muscles clenched and flexed trying to handle the double assault, he clutched at everything except his own rigid swinging dicklet trying to prolong his boygasm but it was no use. They were only just started and he had to surrender to the explosions behind his eyes. The men raised their eyebrows at the boy and then each other feeling him quake between them, and it sank Brent’s twisted hook even deeper into their minds. James bottomed out eight inches into the boy’s preteen asshole moments before Nico’s balls touched down onto the slender young nose. Their hands began to roam over Brent’s body as he convlused, wanting to feel the seemingly impossible sensations of a man-induced boygasm. Vascular, sun-darkened arms contrasted the smooth bright peach skin of the boy getting double teamed. Powerful hands dwarfing his juvenile form made their heads spin, they were so big and he was so little. His comfort still shocked them, but in a way that had transformed from frightening to motivating. Nico got more into the action by leaning over to lick at where taut boy anus met ramming man cock. When the thrusts got powerful enough to push him away he bent in slightly to instead service Brent’s unattended boyhood. The very recognition that he had inspired the stud who was using his mouth as a fleshlight to return the favor was enough to prolong his eleven year old climax. The savage pumping massage of his prostate was keeping him there too but the depravity of their broken will was the real trigger. Brent’s filled throat muffled whatever moaning he was trying to let free, which buzzed and tickled around Nico’s veiny shaft. James could feel the already snug boy chute clench and squeeze at him in waves of boygasmic pleasure and he knew he wanted a better position to coax out another. He straightened up and lifted Brent’s cheeks off of the ground, arching the boy’s back. Without the ground to support them, little legs swung about for a few seconds before they found their way over the powerful army trainee’s shoulders. Nico followed suit and also gripped underneath the boy to elevate his shoulders. Each of the men carried packs weighing more than the whole boy did on a daily basis, their fitness made lifting half of him a trivial task. Brent was a bridge between the two men, suspended by their arms and stabilized by their ravaging cocks. Brent bounced freely between them, awed and turned on by their strength. He still didn’t touch his own ever-rigid dick, instead reaching above his head to squeeze at the thick cheeks of the man scrubbing his tonsils clean with a cock head. He pulled himself in with every thrust, making sure to manipulate the tip of his throat fucker with his tongue whenever it was out enough to allow. The taste of precum was accumulating in his mouth but he wanted the final product. Moving a hand off of Nico’s ass to squeeze at his balls instead was all that it took, which shocked the man enough to pull out and start spraying over the boy’s lifted body. The thick wads of cum landed all the way at Brent’s bouncing dicklet on their first shot, then successive ones against his taut abdominals and ribcage, neck, and finally on his face and in his awaiting mouth. A reaching tongue lapped up the final oozing discharges, doing its best against gravity to keep any from dripping down the boy’s inverted face. Watching an eleven year old boy hunger for the cum of his tent-mate completely distracted James from the passing headlights. His fucking escalated despite the possibility of interruption. Without Nico’s cock stabilizing the child’s neck in position his thrusts were losing their strength, so he hauled the sperm smeared boy up to his chest and held him tightly. Brent hugged at his lover, Nico’s cooling goo slicking their embrace while James reinvigorated his fucking. Now lifting the boy straight up and down, the man and boy both felt gravity give a boost to the intensity of the impalement. Brent had ridden plenty of cocks upright before but he had never been held up fully by a single man. The intensity overwhelmed him and brought tears of joy to wet his eyes. Bucking with every thrust, his chin quivered while slung across the man’s muscular shoulders and he felt the creeping sensation of another deep dicked orgasm. Fucking the boy with such control like this was warping James’ mind. The invigorated young man rammed his rod so hard into the child that he felt like he was melting the boy’s insides, but he lifted the boy higher still and pulled him downwards like there was no limit. Even with the sound of boots on gravel outside he let their heads push the fabric of the tent upwards without a care. He forced heavy yet quick breaths out to express himself, sure that orgasmic fuck noises would be disastrous. Brent was equally careful, choosing to share his feelings by digging his fingers into the man’s broadly muscled back. A feeling of the hot explosion of cum inside of Brent let him know he could join the man in orgasm. The power of the fuck didn’t diminish even a little as endless amounts of army cum filled the little boy’s bowels. Brent’s contractions sent gushes of it spilling out of his spasming asshole while they both climaxed through the full speed pistoning. The burning hot boy pussy and searing man fuck shaft slicked and smeared molten love goo between them into every crevice of the boy’s hungering cavity. The motion finally subsided when the ejaculate did, and James lay Brent down, gently tending to his freshly seeded little friend. The two men lay sprawled next to each other, dicks out, chests heaving and heads spinning while Brent snuck out naked into the darkness. They leered at each other intensely, both concerned but figuring that if he found his way into the barracks unseen he could surely find his way out. Brent was actually looking to find his way into a third tent instead.
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