****** Neighborhood Slut by J.A.C.G. ******
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Neighborhood Slut


John absolutely loved living in his new neighborhood! He and his mother had
only recently moved into their new home, but right from the very first day,
John knew he was going to love it here. The men here, every last one of them,
looked at him with hungry eyes! Some were single and living alone. But others
were married and even had kids of their own. But John knew from experience that
it didn't matter if the guy was married or not, for once they got a good look
at him, all thoughts of being heterosexual quickly disappeared.

John was only 13 years old, but for being a mere boy, he was incredibly
experienced in sex and the art of manipulation. He'd lost count a long time ago
on how many cocks he'd sucked and taken up the ass. To be sure, it had been a
very big number! You see, John was one of those boys who had been cursed {or
blessed, in his case} at birth. For all the world, he looked like a sweet
little girl instead of a boy! From his facial features, right down to his
girlish body, John was literally a man's wet dream! All men had an interest in
other men, and despite how well they hid their desires, once they got a look at
John their hidden desires quickly showed themselves. There was hardly a man out
there that could resist John and his very girlish body!

One of John's new neighbors, Jacob Riley, had just called him on the phone a
little while ago, and had asked him if he wanted to do some work around the
house for him. John, of course, had readily accepted the offer and had
immediately got dressed for the job. Now, with his long blond hair pulled back
into a pony tail, and wearing a t-shirt and a pair of cut-off shorts that were
way too short for modesty, John made his way down to Mr. Riley's house with
much more on his mind than the work Jacob had in store for him.

John smiled knowingly as soon as Jacob opened the door and greeted him. The man
literally raked him up and down with a look of hunger in his eyes as he said
his hello and told him to come inside. For John's part, he merely looked to
Jacob's crotch, and thoroughly loved the rather large bulge the man had. John
fucking loved a big cock, and from what he could see right now, Jacob seemed to
possess one of those very things! Jacob too was wearing a pair of cut-off
shorts, and from what John could see, it didn't look like he was wearing
anything beneath them either!" So, what's the work you have for me?" John
asked, after he stepped inside.

"Oh, uh, I'm right in the process of painting one of the spare bedrooms." he
replied.

John could tell that Jacob was a little nervous about having him here at his
house, but he didn't let on that he knew.

"Where's your wife at?" John asked, his tone sounding conversational.

"She's, um, at work." John looked up at Jacob as he walked beside him, and the
smile he gave him was a little flirtatious. "So we're all alone then, huh?" he
asked, his tone a bit hinting.

Jacob cleared his throat and nervously avoided eye contact. "Yep. We're all by
ourselves," he stated.

"That's cool." John replied.

They stepped into the spare bedroom then, the only thing in there being a
ladder, paint, and painting equipment.

"You, uh, want to paint the top or bottom?" Jacob asked.

"Hmm." John said. "I think I'll take the bottom." Jacob nodded, then went and
got the paint ready for them. John stood back and waited for Jacob to get up on
the ladder, then immediately started to paint the wall right below him.

"Whoa!" Jacob exclaimed. "You picked a bad place to start painting, John." John
looked up, and asked. "Why's that?"

"Well, because I might drip on you." Jacob explained.

Loving the sound of that, John couldn't help but grin up at his neighbor. Then,
lowering his eyes while Jacob was looking down at him, John looked at the long
bulge in the man's shorts, which was right in front of his face now, and
playfully asked, "And that's a bad thing?" His neighbor was silent for a short
while. Then, like music to John's ears, he replied, "Well, maybe it wouldn't be
such a bad thing after all." John literally tingled with delight! Looking up
into Jacob's eyes again, he flashed him a very flirtatious smile. "Actually, it
sounds rather nice to me." he hinted.

John was quite pleased when Jacob actually chuckled at this. His sudden
chuckle, though, caused the ladder to shake and he nearly lost his balance.

"Here." John said, putting his brush and paint down on the floor. "Let me hold
the ladder so you don't fall." When his neighbor looked down and saw just how
close John's face was to his groin, he said, "Yeah, uh, that might be a good
idea." John took hold of the ladder and moved in very close to Jacob's crotch.
He was only inches away from it now, and he could see the outline of it quite
clearly along the inside of his left inner thigh. And it was probably only an
inch from actually protruding out the bottom of his shorts! Jacob's shorts were
pretty baggy, and even as John stared at the six-inch bulge, he could see his
shorts move as the thing inside grew bigger and bigger.

John licked his lips in anticipation. Jacob's cock was getting closer and
closer to growing right out the bottom of his shorts! And then, of a sudden, it
was there, pushing out hard against his shorts as it continued to lengthen
right out the bottom and into plain view! On impulse, John moved in a little
closer, his mouth now only an inch away from the swollen head. Whenever John
exhaled, he let his hot breath wash over the beautiful thing, and he watched it
jump and pulsate each and every time it did this! Every bit of Jacob's big
cockhead was exposed, along with an inch or so of thick shaft. It was fucking
beautiful! John glanced upwards and saw that Jacob was looking down at him
while he ran his paint roller over the same spot over and over again.

Grinning, John stated, "You sure do like painting, Mr. Riley." Jacob chuckled.
"Yeah, it does look that way, doesn't it." John looked back to the man's big
cock, and replied, "It sure does." Jacob seemed to lose his balance for a
second, and having a pretty good idea that it had been intentional, John
nonetheless played right along. Quickly, he reached up with both hands and
grabbed hold of his left leg, both of his thumbs "accidentally" slipping up
inside Jacob's shorts. As soon as his thumbs went under, John pushed upwards,
literally moving Jacob's shorts farther up his leg. He was a bit surprised when
he managed to push the shorts nearly all the way up, exposing damn near all of
Jacob's hard cock in the process!"Hmm, maybe I should just hold on to you."
John stated softly, Jacob's big cock now right in front of his face.

"Okay." he heard Jacob reply. "But don't be surprised if I drip on you." John
looked up at him with a big smile. Looking back down to the man's nine inch
cock, then back up into his sparkling eyes again, John playfully stated, "I
seemed to have accidentally popped your big, thick cock out of your shorts when
I caught you."

"Yeah, I see that." Jacob replied, with a small grin.

John kept his eyes looking right up into Jacobs' as he flipped his tongue out
and licked the man's cockhead. "Ya know." he teased. "If I was a girl, I'd
probably have to take advantage of this."

"And if you were a girl," Jacob countered. "Just how would you go about doing
that?" John caught on and played right along. "Well, first I'd pop the swollen
head into my warm mouth... Like this." John opened his mouth and took Jacob's
cockhead right in. God it felt good! So warm and thick, and it had that
wonderful spongy feeling to it that John thoroughly loved! He blew Jacob for
about a minute before he withdrew the big thing from his mouth.

"Then," John said, looking up at his new neighbor. "I'd tell you that if you
wanted some more of that, you were going to have to fuck my face to get it."
Jacob took hold of his cock and pushed it right back into John's mouth. "You
mean like this?" he asked, and then immediately started skull-fucking him.

John took hold of the now seemingly very stable ladder and willingly let his
neighbor fuck his face. Jacob was pumping pretty fast; the head of his long
cock was pounding into the back of John's throat each time he rammed it in. But
John didn't complain one bit. He was fucking loving it! Thinking maybe he'd
throw Jacob a little surprise, John relaxed his throat and let the fat cockhead
slip right in the very next time Jacob pushed his cock in. He heard the man
gasp, but when John took hold of his ass and pulled on him, Jacob understood
that he was all right and wanted him to do it again. And he did. Over and over
again, Jacob pushed his meaty cock into John's mouth and throat, and John was
literally in Heaven the whole time! Jacob suddenly broke the silence, but not
the mood, when he panted, "Of course... if you were a girl... I'd have to cum
right in your...slutty...mouth!" And he did. John felt Jacob's cock literally
explode in his mouth. It was really hot, and really salty, but John fucking
loved the stuff, so he pumped Jacob's cock for all he was worth, wanting to get
all he could of the precious man-juice! And Jacob, evidently watching him
swallow down his cum, must have enjoyed the site very much, because his cock
just kept spewing the stuff out, filling John's mouth not once, but twice!
Squeezing out the last drop of tasty sperm, John licked the fat cockhead clean,
and then took a step back from the ladder and Jacob. Feeling just as horny as
ever, he playfully asked, "So how much does this job pay anyway?" Panting,
Jacob came down off the ladder, pulling the leg of his shorts down as he came.
"How much do you want?" he asked.

With a wry smile, John countered, "How much do you think I'm worth?" Jacob
chuckled. "More than I can afford!" John giggled like a little girl. "How's 20
bucks sound." he offered.

"That sounds like I got one hell of a deal, to me." Jacob answered, pulling his
wallet out of his back pocket.

"You, uh, want me to come back tomorrow?" John asked, smiling playfully.

"Oh definitely!" Jacob quickly replied, then winked and added. "But let's see
if we can do some painting while you're here." John giggled again.


John was almost home from coming back from Mr. Riley's place when he saw some
one standing in front of his house knocking on the door. He didn't recognize
the guy until he was right up behind him, and then it dawned on him at who the
man was.

"Oh hi, Mr. Whitney." John said, recognizing the man as being his next-door
neighbor.

"Hey, there you are!" Mr. Whitney cried. "And call me Jim, please!" John smiled
at the man. He liked him a lot, and not just because the guy was good looking
and had a bulging crotch either. He was good-natured, a downright nice guy, and
John just enjoyed being around the man.

"Do you need something?" John asked.

"Actually, yes." he replied. "I've been off work now for two days from a
busted-up back, and since I'm at home all by my lonesome, I was thinking about
cleaning up that damn garage of mine." John nodded.

Jim winked, and then asked, "You, uh, interested in giving a disabled man a
hand?"

"No, I don't mind at all." John replied, more than happy to be able to spend
some time with the man.

The two of them walked back to Jim's place and entered the garage through the
inside of the house. From the looks of it, Jim had been pretty busy. All that
was really lying around was boxes full of stuff, and that was pretty much it.

Pulling on a rope hanging from the rafters, Jim pulled down the fold-out ladder
that led up above.

"Me and my back will be staying down here." Jim explained. "While you'll be on
that there ladder. I'll hand the boxes to you, then you can toss them up above.
Sound like a plan?"

"Sure does." John replied, grinning over the man's good-natured way of saying
things.

John climbed about halfway up the ladder, then waited for the first box to be
handed up. Almost instantly John saw Jim's eyes wander to his little ass when
he was handing up the box! Pretending he hadn't seen him look, John took the
offered box, and then stored it up above in the rafters. But once again, as
soon as he looked back down, John saw Jim quickly look away from his little
ass. It dawned on John then that his ass was right about at face height to Jim,
and it made him wonder if this hadn't been planned out all along.

"You, uh, got a girl yet, John?" Jim asked, as he was handing him up a second
box.

John gave him a crooked grin. "No, I don't have a girl yet." he stated, and
sounding none to enthused about the idea.

"No kidding?" Jim asked, sounding downright surprised by the news. "Well, your
time will come."

"I doubt it." John mumbled.

It happened again. When John looked back down for the next box, he caught Jim
outright with his nose right up to his little ass! Jim, it seemed, had been
smelling his ass, for Christ sakes! Knowing he'd just been caught, Jim cleared
his throat and tried to avoid John's eyes when he handed up the next box. As
for John, he was delighted beyond words!" To tell you the truth," John said,
ignoring what he had just seen "I think guys like me more than girls."

"You think?" John nodded and took the next box. "Yeah. "I'm pretty sure."

"Why do you say that?" Jim asked.

John took his time at pushing the box up into the rafters, letting Jim have a
good look or even a smell of his sweet little ass. "Well," he said.. "Like this
one guy where I used to live. He was all the time pushing his penis up against
my butt. And he was always telling me how much he wanted to screw me, too."
When John looked back down at his neighbor, he could tell that he'd put him off
his guard by what he just said.

"And, you, uh..." John cut him off. "Did I let him screw me?" he finished for
him.

"Yeah."

"No! Don't be silly!" John exclaimed, grinning playfully.

Jim chuckled.

But John cut his chuckle off when he stated, "I'd never let a man that rude
screw my ass." Jim's chuckling stopped immediately. Handing John up the next
box, rather slowly this time, he asked, "Er, what do you mean by that,
exactly?" Acting as though their conversation was nothing more than womanly
gossip, John said, "First of all, I can't stand it when a man thinks he can get
into my pants simply because he says he wants to! How vulgar is that?! Heck no!
If a guy wants to shove his big fat cock up my ass, he better go about it with
some tact!"John looked back down to see Jim staring up at him with wide glazed
eyes. He also noticed that he no longer had any more boxes to put away. As John
came down off the ladder, he watched Jim wipe his sweaty hands off on the front
of his shirt. He looked pretty rocked by John had just told him.

"You okay, Mr. Whitney?" John asked, trying to keep the smile off his face.

Jim cleared his throat while he nodded his head. "Yeah, yeah! Just fine!" he
stated.

John looked to the man's crotch and could clearly see that he was hard as hell.
And big too! Holy cow was he big! From what John could tell, it looked as
though every guy in the neighborhood had cocks over eight inches long! So far,
anyhow.

"Well, if you don't need anything else, I guess I'll be on my way."

"Yea, yeah. Okay then." Jim rambled.

They walked back through the house, then out the front door, and it was when
John was walking away when Jim added, "Uh, John. If you ever just want to come
over to visit, you're more than welcome." John turned around with a smile on
his face, and looked right at his neighbor's big bulge as he replied, "You can
count on it."

John got back home to find a message on the answering machine. It was from his
mother, and it merely said that she was going to be working late and not for
him to stay up too late. John was quite used to being home alone, so his
mother's message didn't affect him in the least.

Going back to his bedroom, John picked out a new outfit to put on, and then
went back outside to take a stroll through his new neighborhood. Without a bit
of shame, John walked down the sidewalks in a long white tank top and his
favorite pair of pink spandex shorts. His tank top was long enough to hide his
little boy-cock, but in the back, the tank top had "accidentally" got tucked
into his shorts, which in turn revealed every bit of his perky little butt.
John always wore these shorts when he was on the prowl, for they revealed his
tight little butt in all its splendor.

John was only about 6 or 7 houses down from his own when a guy called out to
him from inside his garage. At first John didn't see anyone, but then, once the
guy started walking out of the dark interior of the garage, he understood why
he hadn't. The guy was black, and standing inside the dark garage had rendered
him virtually invisible. Now he was walking out in the sunlight, and John had
no problem seeing every bit of the guy now. Every bit! The only thing the dude
was wearing was a skin-tight pair of white spandex shorts, and those damn
things showed every gorgeous inch of the man's thick meat! John fucking loved
black guys! "Hey, little man." the guy said. "You're the new kid on the block,
aren't you?"

"Yep." John replied, finding it rather difficult to keep his eyes off the guy's
very noticeable cock.

The guy stepped right up to him and offered his hand in greeting. "The name's
Carl."

"John." John replied, taking the man's huge hand in his.

"You just out roaming the hood?" he asked.

"Yeah, something like that." John replied.

Carl nodded. "Listen, if you want to get out of this heat for a while, you're
more than welcome to come on in the garage with me. I probably have a pop or
something I could offer ya."

"Hmm, I don't know..." John said, pretending to be a bit bashful.

"What, you have something against black guys?" Carl asked, sounding only half
serious. "Oh no!" John quickly answered, once again dropping his eyes to the
long outline of the guy's cock. "No, actually I really like black guys."

"Is that right." Carl commented.

John kept staring right at the guy's huge cock as he nodded and grinned... "Oh
yeah." he stated, matter of fact.

"Well then, come on in and join me."

"Okay." John said, sounding a little timid. "I guess I could for a while." Carl
led him into the garage and then offered him a short stool to sit on. John took
the offered seat and waited while Carl went to get them both something to
drink. John was feeling especially excited by the fact that Carl hadn't said
anything about his staring earlier, and he was quite sure the guy had seen him
doing it too! Carl came back out a short while later and offered John a Dr
Pepper. Then, quite deliberately, he leaned back against his car so he was
standing right beside him from only a foot away. In order to look at the guy
while he was talking, John had to turn on his short stool a little bit, and
this in turn put his eyes right in line with Carl's long bulge! John was pretty
damn sure this wasn't just coincidence!" So how do you like your new
neighborhood so far?" Carl asked.

"Oh I like it a lot." John stated, being quite truthful. "Everyone here is
really friendly with me." Carl chuckled at this. "I'll bet they are!" he
stated, insinuating that he knew why.

John grinned up at his new neighbor, then boldly looked back down to his
monster cock, and asked, "You married, Carl?"

"Nah." he answered. "Used to be, but not anymore." John looked up from the
guy's big cock and saw that Carl was watching his every move. Staring at his
cock didn't seem to bother him in the least, so John simply acted as though it
was all part of carrying on a conversation.

"What happened?" John asked. "Did she leave you?"

"Yeah, she sure did."

"How come?" Carl looked down at him as if he was searching for something in his
eyes. Finally, he asked, "You want to hear the truth about why she left?" John
shrugged. "Sure, if you don't mind telling me."

"I don't mind." Carl stated. "The truth is, the bitch didn't like the way I
fucked her." John wasn't fazed in the least at hearing his crude statement.
"What do you mean?" he asked.

Carl paused, and then asked, "You sure you want to hear this?" John nodded,
rather excitedly.

"Well, to put it bluntly," Carl went on. "I was always shoving my cock up her
ass, and she didn't like this all too much, see, so she packed up her things
and took off." John grinned and shook his head. "Women." he stated,
sarcastically. "They don't know a good thing when they have it."

"Yeah! That's what I say too!" Carl chimed in.

John smiled openly and looked back down to the man's big bulge. "So how come
she didn't like it?" he asked.

Carl grunted, then stated, "Said I was too big, and that it hurt her too much."
John took a drink of his pop, then, with his eyes locked to Carl's thick
python, he stated, "Hell, I think bigger is better."

"That's what I kept telling her!" Carl exclaimed, his voice sounding rather
playful.

John looked right up into Carl's eyes, saw the knowing, playful expression in
them, then smiled from ear to ear; thoroughly enjoying their little game they
were playing. This was the tact that he had told Mr. Whitney about earlier!
Dropping his eyes back to that beautiful bulge of his, John said, in a
conversational tone, "It seems you and I have the same taste in clothing." Much
like many black men did, Carl grabbed himself as he stated, "Hell ya! I love
wearing spandex. The shit feels good on my cock." John giggled as he watched
Carl grope himself. With a nod of understanding, John remarked, "Yeah, but I
like the way they mold to my butt."

"Yeah?" John nodded..

"Well stand up." Carl said, easily. "Let's have a look at you." John happily
got to his feet and turned around for Carl's inspection. Rubbing his hand over
his left asscheek, John asked, "See how they form and cling to my butt?" Then,
John bent over a little and arched his back, adding, "And see how far they go
up my butt? I love the way that feels." Behind him, Carl was silent. And John
knew why. His pink shorts had a big, gaping hole right in their seam, and
whenever he bent over, the hole in his shorts would spread wide open. Right now
Carl was probably getting a really good look at his small, naked asshole! "See
what I mean?" John asked, looking back over his shoulder and seeing that Carl
was in fact staring right at his hole.

"Yeah, yeah!" Carl breathed. "I see exactly what you mean!" Knowing that Carl
could see every bit of his little asshole, John flexed it for him a few times,
while saying, "I'm not sure why, but feeling something sliding around in the
crack of my butt just feels good to me."

"Is that right?" Carl asked, his voice sounding hopeful.

"Oh definitely!" John stated.

"Hmm." Carl remarked, then stepped over and took a seat on the short stool John
had just got up from. "Here, stand in front of me." he said. "I want to try
something." John held back his grin and stepped right in front of him so he was
now facing right out the open garage door.

Behind him, Carl stated, "Now if I do something you don't approve of, you just
let me know, okay?" John looked back at him and nodded. "Yeah. Sure. Okay." he
replied, sounding very calm and uncaring.

John looked back out the garage door and immediately felt Carl run one of his
long, thick fingers into his buttcrack.

"That feel good?" he heard him ask.

John nodded, then replied, "Uh-huh." Carl changed tactics then. Running both of
his thumbs into John's little crack, he then began to squeeze and massage each
of his cheeks, and using his thumbs to pull them open each time he squeezed.
Good God it felt good! And they were doing this practically right out in broad
daylight too!" And how 'bout this?" Carl asked.

"That feels a lot better!" John remarked.

Carl was silent for a few seconds, but then said, "Here, why don't you lean
over and put your hands on your knees." Doing as suggested, John bent over and
put his hands on his knees. Then, on his own accord, he dropped his back into a
deep arch so his little asscheeks would open and flare out for Carl right
behind him. Not two seconds had passed when John felt him put one of his thumbs
right on his naked asshole. When John showed no sign that he wanted him to
stop, Carl began moving his fat thumb around in little circles, gently
massaging his tiny rectum.

"That feel good to you?" he heard Carl ask, his voice sounding very husky now.

"Oh yeah!" John replied. Looking back over his should so he could see him, he
playfully added, "I forgot I had a hole in these shorts." Carl gave him a
knowing smile in reply.

Teasingly, John asked, "Can you see my butthole?"

"Oh I can see every bit of it." he answered.

John giggled like a little girl and flexed his sphincter against Carl's rubbing
thumb. With a suggestive look on his face, he said, "What I really like is
having something wet and slippery running in and out of my butt. That REALLY
feels good!" Carl didn't hesitate at all. Moving his thumb out of the way, he
leaned in and drove his long, wet tongue right up John's butt. John made a
purring sound, and then turned back around so he could keep a watch out for
unwanted company that might suddenly show up. Carl was now pressing his face
into his ass pretty hard in his need to get all of his long tongue up his butt,
and John happily let him.

After a couple of minutes of being tongue-fucked, Carl withdrew the slippery
thing, and passionately stated, "You've got a nice tight asshole, kid!" John
giggled and quickly looked back at him. "Tighter than your x-wife's?" he
teased.

With an exaggerated nod, Carl stated, "Oh yeah! Definitely tighter than that
bitch!"

"Ya know..." John said, his voice soft and playful. "I feel pretty bad about
you losing your wife, and if you'd like, you can fuck me now that she's not
around." John watched Carl's eyes light up at this.

Before Carl could respond, though, John turned around and said, "Here, stand up
so I can sit down." Evidently at a loss for words, Carl stood up and merely
watched John pull the stool around so he could sit down. Taking a seat, John
then reached out and gently pulled Carl closer to him.

With a teasing grin and wink, John said, "Let me know if I do something you
don't like." With that said, John pulled Carl's shorts down to his knees,
freeing the man's incredibly thick, 11 inch cock! With a moan of shear hunger,
John picked the monster up in his small right hand, then pushed as much of the
fat thing into his mouth as he could get. Good God! Carl's huge slab of meat
felt fantastic in his mouth and hand! John could literally feel the blood
pulsating through the huge thing as he sucked and stroke it with heart-felt
passion!"Mother of Gob, kid!" Carl groaned. "You suck a mean cock!" Now it was
time for John to show off. Opening his mouth as wide as it would go, he leaned
forward and forced Carl's bloated cockhead right into his throat. John kept
right on pushing as he listened to Carl let out a loud, slow moan above him.
Getting about 9 inches of the massive cock into his throat, John then wrapped
his wet lips around it and began slowly withdrawing, savoring the magnificent
sensation of the soft, warm skin passing over his lips as it slipped out of his
mouth and throat.

Horny as all-get-out, John stood up and turned around in front of Carl as soon
as the man's cock plopped out of his mouth. Spreading his legs and supporting
himself on the stool below, John looked back at the panting black man, and
stated, "I want you to shove that big-ass cock of yours right up my ass, and I
want you to fuck me harder than you ever fucked that bitch of a wife you had!"
With wide, wild eyes, Carl growled and pushed his thick cockhead right up
against John's pink little asshole. "Boy, I'm going to split you wide open!" he
rumbled.

"Oh fuck, I hope so!" John countered, his voice no more than a whimper.

Carl pushed forward, and his big, bloated cockhead popped right into John's
hungry asshole like a hot knife through butter. John felt only an intense
pressure, but no pain. He was ready and so very willing to let Carl fill his
little ass with his mighty cock! He needed it, hungered for it, and even begged
to have it all! "Yeah, Carl!" John whimpered. "Put it all in there! Drive it
all the way in! Don't worry about hurting me! Oh my God you feel good!"

"Yeah! Keep talking to me, baby!" Carl softly exclaimed, pushing more and more
of his long, thick cock up John's ass. "Tell me what you want!" John was
trembling in pure ecstasy. "Oh yeah!" he purred. "Keep going, Carl! Fill every
bit of my ass with your cock! Yeah, that's it! Put it all in!" John nearly
cried out in glee when he felt Carl's loins press up against his little ass, a
sure sign that the man now had all 11 inches of his cock in! He looked back at
him again, and in a soft, wanting tone, he said, "Please, Carl! Fuck me fast,
and fuck me deep! I want to feel you in my fucking throat!" Like a rabid
animal, Carl fucked John's 13-year-old ass like he'd never attempted with his
x-wife! John's poor asshole took some serious abuse, but he cried out for more
after every few seconds, telling Carl to fuck him harder, or deeper, or faster.
It was blissful for both of them, but like most of John's men, Carl didn't last
very long. In fact, it was within their very first minute that Carl began
crying out that he was going to cum.

Not wanting to miss this for the world, John pulled away from Carl until his
huge cock fell out of his ass, then he quickly turned around and took the
behemoth back into his mouth once again. He sucked and pumped that big bastard
for all he was worth, wanting to get just as much cum out of Carl as he could!
"Ahhh!" Carl cried, signaling his rapidly approaching orgasm.

John felt Carl's cockhead expand in his mouth, and then it exploded a shocking
amount of cum into the back of his throat. John stopped sucking and
concentrated on merely pumping the hell out of the thick, pulsating shaft,
encouraging Carl's cock to give him more and more of its hot juice.

"Oh fuck yeah!" Carl cried, shooting a final blast of sperm into John's mouth
and throat.

John swallowed it down eagerly, just as he had the other four times. He'd drank
a lot of cum from Carl, and he'd be damned if it hadn't been fantastic! Taking
the fat dick out of his mouth, John slapped the heavy thing across his face a
couple times, then stated rather passionately, "God I love your cock!" Carl
grinned down at him. "Mmmm, my cock loves you too, little man." he replied.

John returned Carl's grin as he played with the tip of the man's cock with his
tongue. "Can we do this again sometime?" he asked.

Carl chuckled, then took his softening cock in hand and smacked John across the
face with it. "We can do this anytime you like, kid." he stated.

It had been a magnificent day for John, but as he was walking home from his
meeting with Carl, he knew damn well that he was going to have quite a few days
like this all the time now. He had three neighborhood men on the hook already,
but there were so many more to get to know yet, and John was determined to meet
every last one of them. In no time, he'd be the neighborhood's little slut.


J.A.C.G.

IRHungry@hotmail.com

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