Archive "Neighborhood Slut, Chapter 5" {Rob} Authoritarian (MB oral)
Here is a short fifth chapter of "Neighborhood Slut" that I quickly wrote while I was thinking about it. I'll carry it through with John and Sal. How far will John take Sal after the slut has left? I'm not sure right now, have to think about it. I'm still cogitating on the next encounter between the Slut and his neighbor, Roger. Rob
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Neighborhood Slut Chapter Five
While Paul, the sexy 18-year old high school baseball player, fucks the slut for the nth time, his Uncle John and Sal, his equally sexy teammate and best friend, go into the kitchen to have a couple of beers. Mr. Anderson, suspected that the handsome young man's "performance" while he was using the slut didn't quite ring true. He had known the boy since he and his nephew were young kids and had never noticed such aggressiveness in his behavior.
As the two naked males stand before the refrigerator drinking the beers, John begins nonchalantly stroking his big, soft dick. By careful questioning he elicited the information the teenaged athlete had been sucking his older brother's dick since he was fifteen and had eventually graduated to taking and swallowing his brother's loads. When his brother left home to join the Marines, Sal's mouth had been turned over to a young uncle who used him regularly until he moved away, leaving Sal with no "safe" cock to suck for the past several months.
After a little mutual cock-play, it was easy for John to gently guide the boy to his knees where he willingly took the man's big cock in his mouth and gave him a very pleasurable blowjob, shooting his own load on the floor without touching his cock while doing so.
The boy was ashamed and broke down in sobs, begging John not to tell anyone, especially not his teammate, Paul.
John pulled the crying boy up into his arms to comfort him and promised not to tell anyone.
They wiped themselves off, cleaned the floor of Sal's ejaculation and had another beer before going back to the garage where Paul was just finishing his fuck.
As they watched the sweaty muscular body of the fucking jock, John put his hand on Sal's shoulder. While giving it a reassuring squeeze, he reiterated his promise to tell nobody. As he dropped his arm, giving Sal's muscular butt a light squeeze, he was thinking, `If you look at Paul like that in the showers, he's going to figure out what you want on his own.'
When Paul finally got off and pulled his soft cock out of the slut's asshole, he said he thought he'd had enough, that he was going home. He asked his friend if he was ready to go, but Mr. Anderson answered for the other boy, "No, Sal and I are going to do some more fucking before he leaves."
Paul pulled on his clothes and headed toward the front door. John nodded to Sal and they followed. "You gonna stand in the doorway naked like that, Uncle John?"
"No, we'll stand behind the door," John said as he backed Sal up against the wall. Closing the door behind his nephew, John pushed back harder against Sal before reaching around and taking hold of the hard cock that was pressing against the muscular cheek of his ass. "Feels like you're looking forward to that double fuck!" he said as he gave the teen's hardon a good squeeze.
"Uh...yeah...double fuckin' the slut...be good to feel our cocks both in his ass," the boy stuttered out in a soft moan.
"Let's get to it then," John said as he led the boy toward the garage door holding tightly onto his hard cock.
I was still on the bench, relaxing with my eyes partially closed after Paul's hard fuck. I was trying to keep all the cum, his, John's and Sal's plus Paul's second load inside me.
As the two, John and Sal, came through the door, I got a quick glance at John's hand clasped around Sal's hard cock, like he was leading him. The position of the boy's head and his relaxed posture suggested he was okay with it. As soon as they were inside, John moved his hand from the cock allowing me an unobstructed view of the young man's crotch. His dark-skinned cock was standing hard and straight out from the silky hairs surrounding the base. It was so hard, the foreskin was pulled all the way back, exposing the pinky-purple head that was shiny with precum. His big ball-sac was hanging loose below.
I noticed when John's hand released the hard shaft. It moved to Sal's back and, it looked like, down onto his butt. I wondered if John would rather have me gone?
"You ready for some more dick," John asked as he and Sal walked over to stand at my head. I could see the man's big hand was holding onto one of the hard, round cheeks of the boy's butt.
"Whatever you want, sir. I am a little tired. It's been a long day. But I'm here to serve. Whatever you, you or your nephew's friend, want me to do, I'm happy to comply."
"That's the right answer, faggot. ... You've got a man's hardon there, Sal," he said as he reached down and gave it a hard squeeze. "You want to fuck the queer's throat again before we let him go?"
"Fuck yeah! I could take another shot at that pussy. He really knows how to take a man's cock and treat it right!"
"Go to it, man! Here, let me help you," John said as he guided the boy into place with the hand that was holding onto his butt, and, standing behind him, directed his slimy cock into my mouth. I wrapped my lips around under the flange of the glans and lapped it with my tongue, tasting all the delicious deposits that covered it.
"Oh fuck, he's washing the head of my cock with his tongue!"
"Yeah, fags love the taste of a man's cock. Wait `til he gets his tongue under the foreskin. They go wild over all the crap that gets caught under there. They love all the different tastes. A good fag won't start sucking your shaft until he gets the head and under the cover all cleaned out. You ready for more fag?"
He took my moans as a yes and started pushing the boy forward, forcing his cock into my mouth and throat. I was pretty sure John had taken control of the boy's movements. I could imagine his hips pressing up against the boy's muscular butt, his hard cock pressed along the lightly haired furrow, his belly and chest against the boy's back, the hairs teasing and scratching the smooth sensitive skin.
I looked up and into the eyes of the boy who was ostensibly fucking my mouth-pussy. They were closed and he was moaning. I watched as John's hands moved around to rub Sal's chest, clasp the hard pecs and tweak the dark nipples.
"Uhhh! Uhhh! Ohhh god, that's good!" the boy moaned. `My mouth or John's hands?' His head fell backwards to rest on John's shoulder as he gave himself over completely to the man's control. The hands moved down, caressing the hard ridges of the boy's abs, then teasingly into his navel and down the trail of black silky hairs until the big fingers were ringed around the base of the thick teen-boy cock.
"That's it, man! Fuck that whore's pussy! That's the way to treat a faggot slut. Let her know you're the man fucking her." The fingers moved back up and over the boy's torso, seeking out erogenous zones the boy would remember later. His cock was fully embedded in my throat. His fuck thrusts were controlled by John's expert hands that I imagined were now clasped at Sal's hips pushing in with the man's strength, pulling out to let me breathe, pushing back in.
Soon the boy was controlling the thrusts as he neared his climax. I could tell he was almost there. The hands were back caressing over the sweaty torso, pinching the hard, pointy nipples, the voice urging him on: "You're almost there, Sal! Yeah, fill that pussy hole like a man!" The cum flooded my throat. The spurting cock pulled up into my mouth. My mouth was full and running over. "Don't swallow, bitch!" John commanded. "I want Sal to see his cum filling your mouth., running down your chin!"
The cock was pulled out. "Bend you head back! Open wide! Look at all the cum in the fag's mouth! Put your fingers in! Feel all that cum! A man's cum! Your cum! Taste it! That's right put your fingers in your mouth! Taste your cum! Move! Turn around! Look at me sticking my hard cock in the fag's mouth!" As John pulled his cock, dripping with the boy's cum, out of my mouth he said, "See! That's your cum covering my cock. Do you want to clean it off for me? The boy looked down at the cum-covered cock, then into the man's eyes and slowly dropped to his knees. "Good boy! Take it in your mouth just like you did in the kitchen, just like you did for your brother and uncle." Sal leaned forward and took the hard cock in his mouth and began sucking, licking his cum off, cleaning John's cock.
John caught my eye and nodded. "You can go, slut. We're finished with you. Roger will call you in a couple of days." I quickly got to my feet, pulled on my clothes and left.
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