Date: Fri, 4 Jan 2008 02:55:06 -0800 (PST) From: sammy garvin Subject: Little Jakie Likes Butt- Part 6 Almost a week had passed since six-year old Jakie had yanked down Officer Trident's clingy white Towncraft briefs and spread as wide as he could with his little hands those big daddy ass-melons, each of which was as big as his head . The beefy Italian family man's tangled black hairs had tickled his nose as he swirled his little tongue all around the clenching, sweaty, fur-choked anus. The gamey scent of the hulking cop's ass had filled his nose for days to come helping him to clearly remember how all that hair had lined the bigger man's crack from the base of his huge, brown nutsack as it swung between his widespread tree-trunk thighs to the triangle of fuzz at the small of his back which seemed to point the way to that scent-trap of an asshole tucked in the cleft deep below. He recalled how Officer Trident's white t-shirt lightly grazed his hair as the cop lowered and raised those bull-moose arms, as if he couldn't decide whether to continue on with their twisted little game and keep them spread on the wall like a perp, whether he should ramp the proceedings up a notch and shove the kid's face in the widening bung-crevice as his hips undulated and arched, or if he should finally push the kid away and deny for all time that any of this happened. Although the officer's fuzzy/prickly ass-cheeks had irritated his own downy-smooth face, he quickly learned to grip the layer of the big man's buttfat so as to spread all that meat while he licked, lapped and tongue-fucked that forbidden grown-ass manhole as it gradually relaxed and slackened. He remembered those faint grunts and choked sighs which rumbled from deep within the heaving chest towering above him. He recalled those frantic seconds of confusion as he was spun around and made to nurse on that angry, flexing beet-red dick just before it fired all that salty goo at his tonsils, just as his whimpering older brother had done before on that weird Saturday when his dad had screwed him, as if he were a girl. Most of all, he remembered how Officer Trident's hairy asscrack had looked like a "pussy" at the point ass met grass as he sat naked on the weeds, smoking a cigarette and scratching at his saliva-slick asshole, freshly drained balls and drooly, shrinking pecker. And then he remembered how he had accidentally walked in on his mom as she peed in the bathroom upstairs and saw her panties gathered around her ankles and then saw her pull a brownish-red tube out of there while she sat on the toilet in the bathroom upstairs. She had yelled and he felt sick at the smell and the sight of all that. Despite that scary flashback, his little dink was hard and pokey in his shorts. He wondered if his dad would want to "play"...it was Sunday after all, Father's Day, and mom (that smell! All that blood!) had gone away to Staten Island to visit her own dad. The last time Jakie and his pops had "played", his dad had lay naked on top of him and poked his big dink all the way up his butt. It hurt, but his dad didn't seem to care and he wiggled around on top of him until he yelled and went stiff then all of a sudden stopped wiggling and got off him as thick goo dribbled out his butt until he pooped it all out on the toilet an hour later. He hoped dad didn't want to wiggle on top of him today because he seemed mad as he did it and so did the policeman as he poked his big thing at his butt from behind. The policeman was funny tho...he seemed nervous and excited and clumsy like a little kid after a few minutes of poking at his butthole, the goo didn't actually make it up into him but instead squirted all over his crack, his butt and his back and some got on his t-ball jersey. It was hot and it itched as it dried and he had to try and wash his jersey himself so his mom couldn't smell. Today Jakie only wanted to play with dad's dink until he got hard, maybe sniff his underwear and butt, and then maybe lick that big dad-dink until dad whimpered and shook and peed goo in his mouth, just like his huge thick-muscled brother had done on the day he got screwed like a girl. And then he'd go over to Henry's house and play kickball with a bunch of other kids. His breath was ragged as he climbed the stairs to his mom and dad's room, his dink poking out straight in front of him from the fly of his tight little BVDs. He changed his mind. He was now so horny that he wanted dad to wiggle around on top of him and screw him just like he had screwed him before. He would simply poke his finger up his butt after his dad rolled off of him and taste the goo that had shot up there, just to get a taste of dadgoo. The whole house was quiet except for the faraway sound of Apollo scratching at the kitchen door and bedsprings bouncing in the room at the end of his hall: His mom and dad's room. He knew exactly what the sound meant but he just had to see as he crept as quietly as he could down the hall. His right hand fumbled with his hard, pokey dink as his trembling legs walked him down to the bedroom door, as it hung ajar. Ben Solomon had thrown the free-weights around in the basement of his Jackson Heights clapboard house for two hours that steamy Saturday morning until he could barely lift a cup of water to his parched lips.Ever since Coach Pritchard had sucked his cock in the gear room and had practically gagged on all the cum he had spurt directly into the old-man's mouth, he could think of nothing else but blowjobs. His Champion sweats clung to his slick thighs, calves and butt and his jockstrap kept his perpetually erect cock contained as he sat on his military-press bench and mopped the sweat from his neck and face with a towel. Somehow, someway he had to dump another load and ideally it would be down the throat of an older dad-like dude, not some West Village fruitfly. He had heard that the XXX bookstore underneath the BQE was where cocksuckers hung out and sucked cocks through holes in booths. Any cock at all. The memory of Coach P.'s spit-soaked throat accommodating his own fat dick sent blood racing to his crotch...so fast, he thought he was going to faint. At that moment, he knew he was going to hop on his bike and go check it out, even though he was underage and it was totally wrong to let other guys suck on his cock. He had gone to mass, had asked for forgiveness so he was all clear. No need to repeat the sin. And besides, If the pornshop asked for ID it was all a no-go...but he had to give it a shot. Stroking off just wasn't gonna take care of business today. He would just take a look around, make browse some magazines...no way would he let a fag touch his cock. He wouldn't even shower, he'd just get on his bike and go. He'd be back home in no time at all. In roughly ten minutes he was locking his bike up on a rack across the street from the pornstore. He was rock hard as he crossed the street. He suddenly regretted this little trip, but his hard-on was totally in charge now so there didn't seem to be much he could do about it. He paused a minute, just time enough to allow his boner to subside and to catch his breath and then he stepped inside, ducking under a curtain of plastic beads. The store smelled of bleach, cum, stale cigarette smoke, and some unidentified sickly-sweet smell. A scowly, compact and bull-necked, middle-aged Eastern European looking dude (dressed in a cheap, bright-green polyester polo shirt that clung to his impassively folded, bulging biceps and impossibly thick, ripply forearms which rested upon a Buddha beer-gut you could bounce a quarter off of) sat up high behind the checkout counter/lube display and watched a gameshow with heavy-lidded, bag-beset brown eyes. He barely glanced at the sheepish 17-year old jock who appeared ready to leave at a moment's notice. As Ben scanned the racks and racks of empty VHS boxes and plastic wrapped magazines he spied a diminutive, withered old Asian man dressed all in a windbreaker staring a hole through a wall of cut-rate dwarf fetish movies and...wait...wasn't that?...that second-string linebacker's name...what was his name...good Irish family...Joe Dougherty! Mr. Dougherty was an usher alongside his own father every Sunday at mass! Fuck! Mr. Dougherty was busying himself with a close examination of the pregnant babes video section so Ben had just enough time to leave but for some reason the peepshow booths at the far end of the store had captured his attention and he could not find the will to leave. The prospect of a strange, wet mouth on his fat prick drew him to the bank of booths on the far wall. He shrugged his muscle-bound traps as he pretended to browse the racks, studiously avoiding Mr. Dougherty with his hooded, downcast eyes. The little Asian man noticed the boy at once and quite literally licked his lips at the sight of the snugly packed basket which bobbed between those colossal thighs. The Asian man lost all interest in naked midgets real fast and hung behind at car's length behind the kid as he scanned the peep-show featured attractions. Ben lingered a little outside a boothdoor, gathering just enough courage to catch Joe Dougherty's eye should the older man happen to look up. The thought of upright, straight-arrow, grey templed, mild-mannered Joe Dougherty swinging on his fat cock made him sweat with lusty anticipation. Coach P. was sufficiently horned-up to suck on some boymeat...who knows what could happen with the heavily-shadowed Black Irish guy in the black hornrims lurking over there in the racks... Little Jakie peeked around his mom and dad's bedroom door and his eyes bugged big and wide at the sight of his dad's burly, pale ass grinding away between the tawny thighs of Jill McDonough, his big brother Mitch's 15-year old girlfriend. The skinny bitch wrecked the sheets and stripped the mattress bare with her long, tanned legs and clutching hands as she writhed in pained ecstasy while her boyfriend's dad nailed her with his thick, 7" bone. Leon D'Amico, an athletic, beer-loving, hyper-libidinous fifty-three year old married Italian-American with the all-natural build of a man who's worked construction for thirty-three years was banging the living shit out his 16 year old son's longtime girlfriend. Pops D'Amico's dewy ass crack alternately yawned wide open and squeezed shut before Jakie's bugged eyes as the old man's jiggling hind end humped and worked up and down from side to side frantically underneath the high school sophomore's bowed knees and digging heels. Little Jakie felt hot tears searing his eyes as he discovered that his two older brothers, mostly naked and tugging at their flexing erections, were waiting to pull a train behind their grunting, straining, heaving old man as he broke a serious sweat on top of the girl as she came underneath him. The two of them, Mitch and Troy, muttered horned up jibberish as they both stepped out of their briefs. Jake forgot his fear and anger the moment he got a good look at his brother Mitch's hairy, perfectly round ass. "Pops, I gotta let that bitch suck me off if you're gonna get her off before we get a crack at her." Troy cut in line before Mitch and prepped his aching cock for a good old-fashioned blow job to completion. Mitch elbowed the musclebound fireplug out of the way just as Pops D'Amico's frantically fucking hips signaled a dizzying busted nut unleashed up his future daughter-in-law's trembling wet snootch. "AHHHHHHHHH FUCK...OH FUUUUUUCK!" The old man's voice cracked as he hollered and booted his load up Jill McDonough's hungry, swollen puss. Just as he did so, his middle son practically leap-frogged up and over his father's back, then straddled his girl's face with his hair-coated wrestler's thighs and shoved his fat, drooling dick in her mouth. As he pistoned his sturdy hips back and forth at the slutty cheerleader's fist and mouth, Pops D'Amico found himself face to ass with his progeny's enormous, fuzz-laced bubble ass. Up until now, his boy's hairy can was good for nothing but slapping, spanking, and beating into submission, but now, in the throes of this mind-erasing nutbust, he rose up to his elbows and, as he fucked the last of his seed into the sweetness of the little's girl's ladybusiness, he thrust his tongue deep in the cleft of his fuckhead of a son's jungle-funk ripe anal cleft. Mitch, grossed out beyond all repair at the slightest taste of homosexual incest, lost his erection in his girlfriend's mouth not to mention all fear of his father as he turned around to hand his pops the beat down he'd been asking for. All those spankings and beatings...the old man had been tenderizing his ass for rimming and fuckings! Fucker! "What in the fuck, dude...you fucking perv...keep the fuck out of my ass, you freakin' homo." Mitch climbed off his girlfriend and off his mom and dad's bed then felt around the floor with his foot for his underwear. "Nonono...Mitch...hang on a sec." Troy intervened, desperate now that it was looking like he wasn't gonna get any action whatsoever. His fat boner bounced atop his pudgy nutsack as he threw himself between his brother, the girlfriend and the door. "We're just getting started here, bro. Let's give the ol' man a father's day he won't, never EVER forget." Troy's brown eyes brightened as he flashed his million-dollar grin and golden-boy dimples. "Fuck that. I promised the old man a crack at Jill and he got what he wanted." Jill reclined on her her elbows and shot a half-cocked smirk at the old man who had just sent her to the moon. "Mad props, Mr. D'Amico." She winked. "You sure got a lot of stamina for a old guy." "Shut the fuck up! Nobody's talkin' to you!" Mitch snapped and stumbled as he stepped back into his Fruit Of The Looms. Troy stood tall (for a guy who measured in at 5' 5"), proud and bare-ass naked as he extended his right hand which contained a brand-spanking-new Olympus digital camera. Jake blinked wide-eyed from behind his door at the hugeness of his oldest brother's ginormous, white butt. "What in the fuck?" Leon D'Amico complained at the sight of the camera. Jakie watched, fascinated, as his daddy wiped off his cock with some Kleenex. "All I'm sayin' is we're not done here, not by a long shot. All the shit that's gone down here is right here in this little digital camera of mine. It's father's day and we're all gonna continue to have a nice father's day holiday until the old lady gets home from granddad's. Got that?" Mitch scowled and slipped into his briefs, much to Jakie's heartbreak and devastation. "Fuck this." Troy threw his Popeye forearm around his little brother's neck and held him fast in a chokehold. "You'll do what I say, big man. Got that?" Jill McDonough's hand found its way back to Leon D'Amico's package and she fingered his dick back to another fat, drooly erection. Little Jakie couldn't believe his eyes. *** Ben Solomon tweaked his own thickening dick as he watched video of a muscle-bound black man ass-fucking a tiny blonde girl within the dark, cum-splattered, stinking confines of a booth in a pornstore on the south end of Queens. He was rock hard and desperate for some oral relief. He hoped Joe Dougherty was still out there in the store somewhere. He cracked his door open a bit, pushed his sweats down passed his knees and spread his great big thick thighs wide so he could pull and tug at his plump jockstrap basket all the while hoping to tempt a cum-starved cocksucker, ideally Joe Dougherty. He stared blankly at the videotaped interracial assfucking as he stroked his elastic encased junk, dipping just below his scrotum to tickle his asscrack with his index finger when the fucking got especially juicy. His pecker strained and flexed against the fabric of his jock. Pungent pre-cum soaked the ribbing of the pouch and his balls shifted and heaved in anticipation of...what? The withered old Asian man was peeking at him from behind the black painted door. "Lemme suckit please." Ben's cock twitched at the mention of the word 'suck' but the old Asian guy was just too slight and too effeminate to really turn him on to the proposal presented to him. So Ben pulled and tugged and stared benignly until the old man disappeared. The video was really getting him hot. He had never seen a big black man pork a white woman like this, although he had imagined Tiki Barber giving it to Jessica Simpson from behind sometimes when he flogged his hog, early in the morning before his before-school jog. Joe Dougherty hadn't dropped by his booth, so he figured he'd just stand up and beat his meat to a disappointing but necessary orgasm. He had really hoped that somebody who wasn't a complete fag would get him off. He stood up and shucked his sweats down around his New Balance crosstrainers. He spread his thick, squatrack-worked legs wide, shoved his jockstrap pouch down under his ample nutsack and went to work in earnest fisting his slickened meat. As he felt that familiar sinking feeling crawl up his ballsack, his legs began to tremble so for support he leaned forward and rested his forearm and head against the screen. As he jacked his cock, he felt a presence at the back of his neck to his left. Joe Dougherty couldn't tear his disbelieving eyes away from the naked shanks of Ben Solomon, Center for the Warwick Panthers. Ben Solomon, the freight-train of a lineman and the mysterious local hero who had the best shot at a free ride to the pros. Ben Solomon, who's bulging asshams shuddered and quaked under the seemingly sheer casing of poly stretch lustre knit football pants as he took out great walls of opposing manbulk. Ben Solomon: Milk-fed, Copper-topped, All-American Boy. And right there in front of him stood Ben Solomon, half-naked and sex-crazed, milking his big fat cock and flexing an Olympic sized ass right there in front of Joe Dougherty, 48, unreasonably horny accountant and Catholic father of five. He couldn't help himself as his hand found its way to the Solomon boys' big meaty butt. Never in a million years would he have ever guessed that he would be feeling up this young stud's perfectly rounded, naked ass in a nasty bookstore such as this one. Ben couldn't believe his luck. His teammate's dad was looking for action right here in this raunchy, out-of-the-way sexshop underneath the BQE. The older man's big hand was stroking his ass as if he were a prize thoroughbred. He arched his back, hoping Mr. Dougherty would explore his backside even further. Joe's thick middle finger wormed its way deep into the steamy asscrack of the Solomon boy. Much to his surprise, the strapping young buck arched his back to accommodate the rough intrusion. Dougherty's dick twitched in his Dickies as he proceded to finger-fuck his son's high school buddy. Slowly but with some force, he worked his thick-knuckled digit up to the fist-knuckle, in and out of the kid's tight, hairless knothole. "Get away." The Eastern European clerk had emerged from behind his elevated perch, had locked up shop, and was now shooing Dougherty away from the Solomon kid as his keys jingled from the belt-loop of his snug double-knit slacks. He was a bulldog of a man and he reminded Dougherty of the Bob Hoskins character in 'Who Framed Roger Rabbit', short and stumpy, dark of complexion, quick on his feet, gap-toothed and brusque. Solomon barely had time to collect his thoughts and the sweatpants gathered around his ankles before the clerk dropped his slacks and briefs and squeezed his tightly-packed bulk between the teenager's ass and the plywood wall of the video booth. The shopkeep was standing tippy-toe and was hellbent on raping the boy's butthole within the span of your average smoke-break. Luckily for the boy, the man's dick was short although fairly fat. The clerk sternly instructed Dougherty to get on his knees and suck the boy's cock as he worked to insert his dong and dump his load up the kid's asshole. Not knowing what else to do, but never having sucked a cock before Joe Dougherty squatted low and duck-walked between Solomon's legs, sucking the kid's rock-hard schlong into his mouth for what was sure to be the shortest blowjob on record. The clerk clutched the boy's hips with his hairy-knuckled mits and strained to aim his prick level with with boy's asshole. Not caring whether the boy was cherry or not, he brutally shoved his Gerkin into the All-American's sucking pink pucker and set to fucking it like a maniac. "Ow...take it out! I gotta shit!" The kid cried out. "Go ahead and shit, boy...I'm not going anywhere." The clerk had to strain every muscle in order to continue to punish the youth's tiny hole but he somehow mangaged to fuck and fuck and fuck like a kid half his age. The Czech was stone-cold straight for the most part but he took full advantage any opportunity to act out his Napoleon complex sexually and the butt-rape of an idiotic, sex-obsessed American teenager served his needs perfectly. And besides, a man's anus was perfect fuckmeat for a speedy cum: much like breeding a velvet glove cast in iron. "Oh this is some very good ass alright. Warm...so tight..." Joe Dougherty watched as the clerk's nutsack slapped the Solomon boy's taint. He couldn't believe that this hard-ass young stud was allowing this Czechoslovakian slimeball to have a go at his great-big, majestic buttocks. He sucked and sucked at the straining cock in his mouth as the sweaty juvenile scrotum slapped against his chin with ever-increasing force. All at once, he felt the boy's extra-large mit hold his head in place as he bucked and humped his thick saline solution into the older man's helpless maw. As he did so, the Czech fucked the young boy's cock down past Dougherty's constricting tonsils as he thrust into the boy with an especially dramatic lunge up and into the Center's seizing bunghole. The clerk squirted three days worth of spunk into Ben Solomon's guts and seemingly in response to this scalding injection, Solomon relieved himself in Joe Dougherty's mouth. The goo delivery slid down into the older man's gullet like a trail of snail spunk. The spent clerk shuddered as his softening prong slid out the kid's rectum with an audible 'pop'. The clerk waved Dougherty up frantically. "You hard?" He stage-whispered. Dougherty nodded sheepishly. The Czech spread the boys cheeks wide open so the irritated, inflamed young anus could drain and pooch out invitingly. "Go ahead and stick your dick in here. Quickly." Joe Dougherty was scandalized but he couldn't resist this once in a lifetime opportunity. He unzipped his fly, fumbled his stiff cock out of his briefs and took his place behind the boy's out-thrust ass. The asshole of course was sufficiently lubricated, so once he lined the corona of his cock up against the lips of Solomon's abused asshole, all he had to do was hunch forward and his respectably thick 6" dork sank into yielding jockhole. He couldn't believe the sensation of cum-soaked tissue undulating against his dick and the ring-muscle cinching around the base. As his balls hit home up against assmeat, he looked down at his crotch and saw nothing but his thick patch of pubic hair and Solomon's wide-spread ass nursing on some deeply-buried cockmeat. "Ohhhhhyeahhhhh." The young stud exhaled as he thrust his hips back sharply at the groin now stretching his asshole to new, unheard of dimensions. The Czech's cock had fucked him like a piledriver but this new cock filled him up completely. The kid's ass was exquisitely tight and velveteen and after a half-dozen backward buttthrusts, Dougherty's prick spasmed and spurted massive amounts of cum up Ben Solomon's twitching shit-chute. Joe Dougherty could do nothing but grip the hips at his fingertips and shudder. "Nicccce, yes?" The clerk seethed as he tickled Dougherty's discharging nutsack. "Ohyeah." He agreed and he settled back on his heels.