Dooby Rhymes with Scooby

                                                                                        by Jamie Haze 

 

 Part 16



"Hey Zeek boy, where you at?" Auggie barked into the phone impatiently.

Zeek pulled his eyes down from the rear view mirror to glance around
after wincing at the tone of Auggie's amplified voice in his ear bud,
"Keep yo' pants on massa, we on de drive jus' now." His eyes returned
to the mirror. He giggled at Stevie and Stevie's new friend, "An' you
two boys best be gettin' at findin' yours, we almos' home." He turned
and half whispered; "Boss yo' just ain't gonna believe yo eyes at what
a cute little guy Stevie done foun' in his gran' mammy's house."

Stevie broke lip contact with his friend and sat up on the limo's back
seat far enough to see out the windows, "Shit Zeek, why didn't you tell
us sooner? Can't you just stop long enough for us to get dressed?" Zeek
giggled, nodded and then used both feet on the big car's brake pedal;
the limo stopped with a violent rocking motion but Stevie and his friend
Logan kept traveling at thirty miles an hour until they were sprawled in
a tangle of arms, legs, discarded clothing and a pile of overflow luggage
that wouldn't fit in the car's trunk.

All the baggage in the trunk belonged to Stevie and everything in the
back with them was Logan's. After dropping off Trevor and Phillip in
front of a gay bar, Stevie directed Zeek to a high rise condominium in
downtown Atlanta where his grandmother owned an apartment, which became
Stevie's home after his father threw him out for announcing that he was
gay, the announcement was in response to a dinnertime argument about
Stevie's lack of interest in dating highly desirable daughters of
business associates. Stevie packed his better and best clothing hurriedly
hoping that in his new position of `button pushin' geek' for Auggie,
he'd be able to dress properly when they traveled, of course at home in
the Bligh mansion, all that was required was nicely tanned skin. Zeek
looked askance at the pile of luggage a porter deposited near the back of
the car and then with surprise at Stevie who had changed from shorts to
school blazer and necktie for dinner with his grandmother. "Stevie boy
yo' ain't no clothes horse liken' de boss say, yo' a whole herd! Yo'
clean up real well boy, yo' surely do."

Stevie, christened Rodger Steven Rippy III, was shocked to discover that
his parents were waiting to greet him in his grandmother's library. His
mother hugged and kissed him, while his father shook his hand hesitantly
but with a smile, indicating that there was some degree of acceptance and
perhaps reconciliation in the near future. Small talk was interrupted
with the arrival of three additional dinner guests; neighbors, the
Dillon's with their seventeen year old son Logan.

Logan and Stevie had been close friends, attended the same schools and
were inseparable until they reached puberty. Stevie was a bit ahead of
Logan. They were skinny dipping in the Rippy's secluded pool. They had
been racing. Stevie with longer arms and legs won. Logan climbed out to
sit on the edge to rest while he traded good-natured jibes with his best
friend. Stevie waded close to sink directly in front of Logan so his eyes
were even with Logan's cock and newly sprouted pubic hair. Logan felt
those eyes and couldn't keep his mind and body from reacting. Stevie put
his hands on Logan's knees and moved them up his friend's thighs while
he asked if Logan was horny and wanted to fool around. Fear drove Logan
to remember that he had a previous engagement elsewhere. He stood up,
found his discarded bathing suit and ran. From that day Logan became a
distant friend and refused to meet Stevie's eyes whenever they did see
each other at school or social events. Stevie remained a virgin until he
was ostracized by his father and all of his encounters from the first
included Logan's patrician face and body in his imagination behind
tightly closed eyelids. Logan remained a virgin in fact, while his hand
became Stevie's, or Stevie's mouth, or, if only he'd hadn't chickened
out that fateful summer day.

Stevie was asked to get drinks and Logan's help was offered. Stevie
looked around to discover the liquor trolley normally in the library, had
been moved to the dinning room. Stevie and Logan found themselves alone
in the big room. Stevie rattled crystal glassware and gave up using the
tongs to capture ice cubes in favor of his hands while Logan stood nearby
studying the intricate patterned Persian carpet.

"Long time no see," Steve ventured.

"I came out to my parents right after you told yours," Logan blurted
without preamble.

"Huh?"

Logan inhaled a monster breath, "Your dad told everyone in the office
right away one at a time of course. It was all very hush, hush, you know,
secret. He was looking for advice; my father came home all happy and
proud that it was you not me and of course the news explained why we
weren't friends any longer. You obviously tried something and I turned
you down. That was the moment I wiped the smile off his face. He took it
pretty well actually and still is as long as I don't start wearing
dresses and dating guys."

"I did and you did." Stevie answered softly with his back turned,
intent on filling the elder Dillon's double old fashion glass to the
brim with Scotch before he added ice.

"Pardon? Oh yeah, you did try and I did run. I wanted to, you know, with
you, but I wasn't ready, I was confused, I thought it would go away. I
was scared shitless and you were too fucking slow."

"HUH? ME, I was too slow? You were too fucking fast; you would have
beaten Superman in the race for the gate carrying your bathing suit."
Stevie turned at last wearing a grin. Logan lifted his eyes for the first
time. "You didn't even give me a chance to compliment you on having
such a cute little butt or what a perfectly beautiful cock you sport when
it gets hard."

Logan lifted the back of his jacket and twisted his torso, "I do?" he
asked with a blush before he looked down at the swelling in the front of
his trousers. He blushed and grinned shyly before he straightened his
blazer and buttoned it but after he saw Stevie's grinning approval.

"Yup, and I think it still is." Stevie switched from compliments to
accusatory, "You asshole, you just wasted four years of primetime. Why
didn't you just say something, or is there another guy in your closet?"

Logan relaxed. He raised his open hand, made a fist and pounded air,
"Yes sir, right here. This hand is my substitute Stevie." He looked
dejected and offered Stevie an out, "But since you've been out on your
own for six months, you probably aren't interested in me any more.
That's why I'm here, why we're here. Our mom's have been talking and
your granny is her normal conniving self. They all think that since
we're both gay and used to be friends that us getting together again
would be almost as good as marrying us up with acceptable girls."

Stevie grinned; an acceptable girl was one whose family had an equal or
greater amount of wealth than prospective suitors. The rule worked both
ways; the girls termed such unions, `marrying well'. Rodger Rippy and
Brad Dillon were business partners so it was logical, although males, gay
males, that the union of the two families through their sons was the best
alternative either family could hope for. "Logan boy," Stevie giggled,
"did you just propose to little old me?"

Logan flushed, "Not exactly, I was kind of thinking that we maybe could
just pick up where we left off in the pool, only this time I promise not
to run."

Stevie nodded, "Is there any possibility that your parents would let you
move out to move in with me? Fuck that school, I have tutors. Have you
ever heard of August Bligh, THE Bligh Media Group?" Logan's smile grew
as Stevie explained where he lived, what he had been doing using vague
general terms and implications and what he was going to do in the future
in his roll of `button pushin geek' and guessed at the few duties
required of a `step an' fetch it boy' if Logan was interested in the
job. He skipped lightly over Auggie's description except to mention that
he was handicapped, close to impotent and mostly limited to watching with
the exception of using his mouth on occasion all of which he was paying
very well for. He began to describe Ryan and Trasker in detail when there
were shouts to ask about the drinks.

Both boys started laughing together when Stevie dumped the glass
overflowing with Scotch into the ice bucket and then filled both
fathers' glasses by pouring ice and booze back into their glasses. Logan
looked down just before they were to rejoin their families, "Wow Stevie,
ya'll just better keep that jacket buttoned AND maybe walk kinda bent
over."

Stevie returned the compliment, "Man you've done some growing since
that day at the pool too, you best stay buttoned up yourself. Just hold
that thought until we can get into the car."

Permission for Logan to accompany Stevie was de facto, courtesy of
earlier groundwork by Stevie's grandmother who engineered the
arrangement after Stevie called her that morning. Her argument was
straightforward; either allow Logan the freedom to indulge in his
lifestyle with Stevie and perhaps eventually join substantial estates or
risk losing him to the streets and strangers with all the incumbent
dangers. The boys consumed each dinner course placed before them with far
greater than normal teenage lust for food and were excused from table
before dessert when Stevie asked after glancing at his watch several
times. He wasn't given a schedule, and after visiting his grandmother,
all he had to do was locate a willing young guy on the streets who fit
Auggie's general specifications; smart, good looking, possessed of an
above average athletic body and versatile. In Logan he found all those
attributes, plus the added benefit of loving the mind and desiring the
body ever since he became aware of, and admitted to his sexual
orientation. Zeek's bug eyes bugged out further when Stevie appeared in
the mansion's open front doorway towing an excited giggling Logan by the
hand.

Once at the Dillon home, Stevie discovered that Logan had already packed
his things and lugged everything to the foyer while he prayed that Stevie
would forgive him and accept his offer of renewed best friendship as well
as roommates, only at a much more intimate level. Zeek was content to
needlessly stand holding the big car's rear door handle while the boys
raced each other loading Logan's baggage. Stevie eyed the pile briefly
when they finished, "You brought your tennis stuff but you forgot your
Lacrosse stick. There's a bunch of guys coming down, they're Yankees,
but they play the game anyway, get your stick, we might be able to give
them some pointers."

When Zeek saw Logan's stick he looked quizzical, "Why yo rich white
boys draggin' aroun' dem ol' carpet beaters fo'?" he asked from the
driver's seat, looking in the rear view mirror at Stevie and Logan while
they began stripping each other. Logan answered him by raising the opaque
glass partition while he briefly fought off Stevie's hands in pulling
off his trousers. Zeek grinned, allowing the window to block his view for
three minutes. When he lowered it again the boys were happily naked and
Stevie was already in the process of administering the slowest most
perfect mind bending, excruciating head job that Logan ever received, his
first.

Stevie had Logan sitting stretched out exactly in the middle of the seat
while he knelt between Logan's legs with his back to Zeek. Logan's eyes
were closed and his head lolled from side to side while his hands
fluttered with long fingers extended around Stevie's bobbing head. Logan
wanted to touch that head, to hold it, control it, but he wasn't sure of
the protocols. Zeek advised him, "Yo in charge Logan boy. Yo jus' grab
on dat blond head an' move it so it feels bes' fo' yo', but when yo'
comin' yo' let up, so yo' shoot him a mouthful an' him suckin' on
dat knob real hard to gets him ever drop befo' he swallows." Logan did
as he was told after opening his slate gray eyes to meet Zeek's in the
mirror. He grinned by way of thanks before his full attention went to his
cock to watch it grow in length when he lifted his lover's head and then
disappear completely when he pushed down. His body stiffened and arched
suddenly, Stevie began struggling to lift his head. Logan remembered
Zeek's instructions and helped until Stevie locked his lips with his
teeth carefully covered. Sucking became vacuuming. Logan felt like his
body was imploding after he was sure that Stevie was already savoring the
taste of his nuts by rolling them around in his mouth with his tongue.
Logan wanted them back and impulsively pulled Stevie up his body by his
armpits until their lips touched and he began sucking the contents of a
pleasantly surprised Stevie's mouth since he hadn't had time to swallow
everything. Stevie fought back, sealed his lips barely without biting
Logan's tongue and quickly swallowed the small amount Logan left behind.

"Hey that was no fair lover boy," Stevie protested with a tired smile,
"but it sure was a smooth move. I'll have to remember that one." Logan
giggled and licked Stevie's nose. "Actually I wanted more than just a
sniff." The big car lurched, several horns blared protests. The boys
fell to the side laughing. "ZEEK! Goddamnit you're fixin' to kill us
all if you don't watch the road instead of what we're doin'. I swear
you're worse than the boss."

Zeek giggled by way of apology. "I has to watch Stevie boy, de boss is
goin'," he began laughing, "to be wantin' a blow by blow a-count o'
everthin' yo' boys do. Why he gonna kick ass wrathful that he didn't
get to watch first han' in person. Yo' jus' wait an' see boy, yo'
pretty ass gonna be some sore from other `in gettin' it poked by ol'
Logan boy."

After the boys regained the seat Stevie pulled Logan on his body like a
blanket. They began making out until Logan whispered, "Are you gonna
fuck me now? I love you so much I want you in me all the time. I want to
be so full of your cum that I slosh when I walk."

Stevie giggled, "That's never gonna happen," he sank into dialect,
"'cause I ain't plannin' to leave it in there for all that long, if
yo' get my meanin'."

Logan's eyes widened, "You mean?"

"Yup, that's something I haven't done yet myself, something very
special and only with the guy I love." Stevie paused to peck Logan's
nose playfully, "And that would be you lover boy."

"You could start fillin' it up now you know."

"Yup I could, but we should save fucking for a nice bed so we can be
comfortable, and," Stevie hesitated, "there's something we need to do
first in the bathroom, to make it all, err, perfect."

Logan's face turned red straight to his ears. He giggled nervously
realizing the probable bathroom function that would make his deflowering
perfect for them both. "Well if we can't get that out of the way,
maybe, ah, could I ah, give you what you just did to me?" He didn't
wait for permission, but slithered down Stevie's hard tanned exciting
body, dragging his tongue over the warm taught skin, fulfilling a minor
fantasy along the way by nursing Stevie's nipples to hardness and
ultimate sensitivity. Stevie's cock rose to welcome and be engulfed in
Logan's mouth. He came with regrettable swiftness and watched Logan
swallow repeatedly, fearful that Stevie might try to steal his back as
well.

Zeek opened the car door opposite Auggie's ramp down to the parking area
and Auggie peered into the darkness with a frown before he smiled,
"Stevie ya'll just climb outta there the way yo' is. Clothes don't
make the man no how, it's what's out front that counts `round here.
Come on an' introduce me to your new buddy," he encouraged. Trasker and
Ryan, each wearing a pair of Trasker's old high school gym shorts since
they were in front of the house, grinned together expectantly while
standing behind Auggie's scooter.

The boys in the car, by then were laughing too hard to ever separate and
then don their clothing properly. Stevie gave up and stepped out wearing
a necktie and one loafer. He grinned, acknowledging Ryan and Trasker with
a nod when they giggled and commented on Stevie's wardrobe. Auggie
looked back at them and frowned, "You two boys can jus' shuck outta
them shorts to make my new boy feel more comfortable." Both complied
with slight blushes.

Stevie reached back into the darkness to grab Logan's hand and gently
tug him forward. When he finally stood beside Stevie, staring at his feet
while his entire body glowed red with nervous embarrassment, Stevie
draped an arm over his shoulder to pull him in close before beginning
introductions. "Mista August Bligh sir, I'm most happy an' honored to
introduce ya'll to my very best friend in the whole world," he began
using his soft southern drawl. "Sir, this here is Logan Dillon, lately
of Alpharetta, neighbors of my granny, an' o' course Dillon Plantation
which most everyone's heard of."

Auggie lifted an eyebrow and his hand. Stevie poked Logan in his side so
he would shake his new employer's hand. When Logan made eye contact
Auggie sucked in his breath, stunned by the new boy's male beauty, his
unusual eye color and the chiseled perfection of his body, which was
temporarily marred only by a necktie that hung limply between his hard
pronounced pectorals. "I'm right pleased to meet you Sir," Logan said
softly with a smile as Auggie continued to pump his hand. "Ya'll have a
beautiful home here an' I'm hopin' you'll hire me so as Stevie an'
me can make it our home together. I, I think I can be a hard worker for
you if you'll just tell me what you want done," his blush returned,
"that is in addition to bein' together with Stevie."

Auggie came out of his entrancement when Stevie without bending down,
rested his chin on the top of Logan's blue-black mop of curls crowning
his perfect hopeful face. Auggie appreciated the stark contrast between
the two young southern aristocrats; Stevie was six feet tall with a
willowy lithe swimmer's body and a shock of naturally wild blond hair,
while his partner Logan was a diminutive powerhouse of absolute masculine
perfection. "Ya'll are hired," Auggie said with a nod before he looked
up at Stevie with a grin, "An' as for you boy, ya'll set me up fer
that there raise. Ya'll had your friend Logan boy in the wings until I
got fed up with them two dunderheads now didn't cha? I believe I should
up an' fire you fer holdin' out on me." Stevie saw that Auggie was
joking and giggled his denial before he explained his and Logan's
relationship.

Stevie's arm dropped to palm Logan's tight muscled butt possessively
while he introduced Ryan and Trasker when he saw their eyes traveling
blatantly over his new lover's body. He remembered that he and Logan had
yet to consummate their union when he felt Logan clenching his cheeks
while pressing back against his thigh trapping his hand in anticipation
and as a reminder of his eagerness. "What room?" Steve asked while he
maneuvered Logan around Auggie, Trasker and Ryan to get themselves into
the house.

"Ugh?" Auggie asked before he understood the question. "Oh the
boom-boom room is yours from now on," he called to Stevie's back. After
he turned his scooter around to follow he grinned at Trasker and Ryan,
"Come on boys, this here's their first time an' they'll likely never
be another as good to see." Trasker and Ryan ran hand in hand to catch
up to Auggie.

"Can I watch `em too?" Zeek begged Auggie's back from near the car.
When Auggie agreed Zeek paused just long enough to call someone to bring
up the mountain of luggage before running up Auggie's ramp.

By the time the four reached the boom-boom room they found it empty, but
Stevie had thoughtfully turned on the video system and the main screen
showed the two new lovers to be in the bathroom in the shower that was
built large enough to accommodate four bathers without being crowded as
well as without glass to obscure the view. Auggie drove to the open
bathroom door to watch the real thing. When Ryan and Trasker stood at his
side they were both wearing full sympathy erections. Trasker turned to
press his into Ryan to hide himself from his uncle's close up gaze of
appreciation. Auggie twisted his body to look back into the room, pleased
to see that a double bed replaced the single bed in the middle of the
room as he ordered that afternoon.

"Trasker boy yo ain't got nothin' to be ashamed of there so there
ain't no reason to hide it. Now yo jus' turn about an' let old Uncle
Auggie see close up," he wheedled. Ryan winked at Auggie and spun
Trasker to face him, then fitted his hardness between Trasker's legs and
duck-walked him closer to his uncle. Auggie grinned up at Trasker's beet
red face, "You a chip off a my block Trasker boy." Since Trasker
couldn't look down without meeting his uncle's eyes, he turned his head
to watch Stevie and Logan. He quickly discovered that he'd made a
mistake since watching the two beautiful bodies caused his erection to
become harder still and begin to throb.

Trasker instinctively clenched his thighs together squeezing Ryan's cock
while he pressed his butt back into his lover of less than twenty-four
hours. He whispered from the side of his mouth, "I plumb can't take
this watchin' can we join them before I explode?"

Auggie answered, "Sure, a foursome will be better than a twosome any old
day. Go ahead an' get in there to get yo clean just like they're
doin'." Auggie felt a sudden tightness in his crotch. He turned his
scooter, "I believe I'll jus' go get comfortable myself. Come on Zeek
boy ya'll can help."

"But, but Boss" Zeek stuttered.

Auggie cut off his protests, "Yo' ain't goin' to miss nothin'." He
blinked when Zeek reluctantly turned to follow when he saw Zeek's tented
trousers. Auggie grinned, "Besides I ain't seen that ten inch black
snake out to play in years. If ya'll are interested yo jus' call one of
your young friends up here an' maybe we both could have some fun jus'
like ole times."

Zeek grinned and rolled his eyes attempting a look of innocence. Auggie
braked just inside his bedroom to stare at a very handsome nearly white
black boy who was standing in the room looking lost and holding as much
luggage as he could manage to reduce the number of trips. "Well jus'
speak o' the devil hisself," Zeek quipped. "Boss this here boy's my
nephew," he paused to look sternly at the boy, "What yo doin' up here
wearin' them shorts boy? I done tol' yo on the phone to be nekked!"
The boy looked like Zeek hit him. He dropped his load where he stood and
shucked off his one article of clothing as fast as he could, then stood
before the two men shivering and attempting to hide his endowments with
both hands unsuccessfully. "Damn boy, you done forgot ever thin' I
taught yo! Yo don't never touch yourself when I'm aroun'! Now yo just
get over to de big boss an' yo jus stan' quiet while he checks yo'
out."

The boy took twenty mini steps to reach Auggie's side. He stood at rigid
attention within easy range of Auggie's hands. "Nephew?" Auggie
wondered. "How come he mos' white? Though truth to tell," Auggie said
after he stroked the boy's limp eight inches to eleven inches of rock
hardness, "this here horse cock looks a match for yours an' then
some."

Zeek explained that his younger sister was once attracted to some good
looking white trash who in turn had a yen to split some black oak and had
twenty dollars to seal the deal. The result of the transaction was
standing before Auggie somewhat more at ease and even smiling shyly after
Auggie's compliment. "His names' James, but I calls him Jammer." Zeek
concluded proudly.

Auggie was shaking Jammer's hand when they heard laughter from the
adjoining bedroom. "Oops! Damn Zeek give me a hand to get outten these
clothes. Jammer, yo fetch my robe outten the closet quick like a stud
bunny!" Jammer laughed and ran to the closet with his monster cock
swinging and bobbing wildly and his matching balls slapping his thighs.
Auggie could stand long enough to dress or undress himself and with
Zeek's help, he was naked by the time Jammer found and returned with
robe.

Zeek was staring at Auggie's cock, pleasantly surprised that it was
delightfully hard, "Yo said yo couldn't get it up no more!" he accused
with a giggle.

Auggie nodded happily, "I couldn't `til this mornin'. Now it's up I
jus' ain't had no chance to try it out none yet." Jammer held
Auggie's robe up for him to slip it on without being asked. "Thanks
boy, how old are you anyways?"

"I'm almost sixteen Sir and you're welcome Sir, I'm glad I could be
of help." Jammer answered politely.

Auggie looked puzzled as he sat back in his scooter, "How come you speak
English so good, better `an me even?"

Jammer's eyes had dropped to Auggie's open robe and his exposed
persistent erection. Auggie noticed and grew a bit more in response.
"Ah, because Sir my momma told me if I wanted to ever make something of
myself in the white man's world, I should talk just like they do and pay
attention in school to get the best grades and scholarships to college."
Jammer screwed up the courage to put his hand on Auggie's shoulder to
stop him from driving off into the other room, "Would you like me to
take care of your problem Sir? I'll do it any way you say." Jammer's
eyes returned to Auggie's problem.

Auggie's eyes dropped to Jammer's much bigger problem that pulsed
quietly. "Maybe later, right now we need to see what's goin' on
yonder. Tell you what, ya'll just climb on this here scooter and I'll
give yo a nice ride." Jammer frowned there didn't appear to be any room
for him to sit on Auggie's lap. Auggie grinned, "You'll fit right
handy if yo stand up facin' me with your pert little butt restin' again
the handlebars. Then I'll jus' see about getting' rid o' your bigger
problem first off." Jammer grinned his understanding, climbed over one
of Auggie's legs and then snuggled his little butt comfortably into the
handlebar. Auggie nodded happily when Jammer's cock came to rest two
inches from and pointing directly at his mouth. He parked the scooter
along the side of the bed and looked up to see Jammer looking down at
him. He nodded to the bed, "Look at them," he whispered.

Jammer's hazel eyes widened at the four white boys making out as two
couples, oblivious to being watched or looking at the other couple or
even at the views from several camera angles that played on plasma
screens mounted on the walls. Jammer decided that he preferred the view
of the closest couple, Stevie on top of Logan, within a short reach away
if he should be invited to help. He was distracted by Auggie's mouth as
half of his eleven inches promptly disappeared into the tight moist
warmth before Auggie began to actively alternate between sucking and
blowing while he bobbed his head. Auggie kept his eyes open and could
easily see Stevie and little Logan as they worked toward consummating
phase one of their union.

Zeek bent close to Auggie's ear to whisper, "This about where dey lef'
off in de car. Logan boy wanted to git hisself fucked but Stevie
wouldn't because he wanted dat little boy pussy clean enough to eat out.
Black folks don't do that much." He took Jammer's closest hand and
placed it on his own erection, "Stroke me some boy, jus not off, it be
my turn after de Boss get done wid dat pretty ass o' yours."

Jammer grinned at his uncle, "Good thing I'm almost white Uncle Zeek
because I'd eat out anyone of these guys in a heartbeat if one let me,
and I'd like to know how it feels to get eaten if someone wanted to do
me."

"You jus white trash," Zeek retorted with a grin.

"And you're just a big black bozo just like my older brother George,
you're both jealous."

"George rape yo maybe, but you white trash rape me after yo healed up
after I took yo in." Zeek accused.

Jammer giggled, "So I needed some action. You could have pushed me
off." Jammer and Zeek, nephew and uncle loved to rag each other.

Auggie pulled away from Jammer's cock, sat up and frowned up at Zeek
first, then to the boy, "Your brother raped you?" The question had
ominous overtones.

Jammer nodded hesitantly, "He only got to do it once and Uncle Zeek
caught him just as he was shooting his load. George hates me, we always
argued about everything. That day we were alone in the hay barn and he
started ragging me about being too white and acting too white, I ignored
him until he started on our mom about spreading her legs for white trash,
which made me a bastard. I love my mom; I lost my temper and just smashed
the big nigger in the nose as hard as I could. His nose started bleeding
and that's when he started telling me that he was going to turn me black
by pumping his cum into me whenever he wanted. He grabbed me, stripped me
and threw me ass up over a hay bale."

Zeek took over the story, "I was passin' by dat barn an' heard a kid
cryin' an' someone older cursin' up a storm. When I walk in dare, I
see blood all over Jammer's back, an I thought George fucked him to
death. I pull him off and start beatin' on his black ass tryin' real
hard to kill him too. Until Jammer here tol me not to `cause he was
mostly okay `ceptin' for a real sore ass, that's when I moved him in
wid me." He grinned at Jammer, "An a month later he up an rape me in my
very own bed."

Jammer started on a retort, but Auggie cut him off, "Just when this all
happen?"

"When I was twelve. After I first sat on him, Uncle Zeek's been
teaching me stuff ever since." Jammer answered with a giggle before Zeek
without realizing that when Auggie's voice dropped to a loud whisper he
was enraged.

Just then both Ryan and Stevie began kissing and licking their way down
their respective partners. Logan and Trasker's cocks disappeared into
their partner's mouths just long enough to get them moaning together.
The top boys dropped the two cocks on cue and went to work on the two
pairs of balls, as they both lifted and spread their partner's legs. A
bottle of oil appeared between them and one hand of each boy was suddenly
dripping oil. Jammer's cock stood hard once again and Auggie went back
to work on him with his mouth.

Jammer was fascinated with the living tableau of white boys near his age
in constant movement all with the single goal of two of them fucking the
other two while he, his Uncle Zeek and Auggie watched. "Sir?" Jammer
had been panting; suddenly he sucked in his muscled gut until it touched
his backbone, and "Sir I'm going to come just about NOOWWW!" He roared
drawing the attention of all four boys on the bed. None of them knew the
boy Auggie sucked except Trasker and even he was agog at Jammer's size
as Auggie pulled back just enough so that he could keep up with flood of
cum by swallowing each one that jetted from Jammer in spurts like waves.
The four gave Jammer brief grins of congratulations and Trasker added a
small wave of recognition before they got back to business.

After Jammer's deluge ended, Auggie pulled his head down and kissed him,
Jammer returned the same passion; like the wonderful head job, the kiss
was his first with a white man. "I'm thinkin' I'd like yo to sit on
me now if you're willin,'" Auggie whispered when they ended the kiss
for air.

"Yes Sir! I'd really like that." Jammer answered and pulled Auggie's
robe further apart before he began to turn around.

"Wait," Auggie said, "we need to get lubed some first."

Jammer giggled, "I already am. I'm always ready, because I live with a
horny uncle and I never know when he'll be around to knock off a piece
of pussy."

Auggie grinned, "Well in that case ya'll jus' turn your pretty butt
around here an' I'll check." Moans, increasing in volume interrupted
them. Both looked over at the bed to see fingers being replaced with
tongues through the stretched relaxed sphincters until lips kissed
anises. Auggie held Jammer's small bubble butt up before his eyes with a
hand on each cheek. "Know somethin' Jammer boy?" He used his thumbs to
spread the boy's cheeks, "This tight little boy pussy of yours looks
good enough to eat." He stuck out his tongue and took a fast lick before
turning it into a short hot spear. Jammer was so surprised by the act and
the feel that he nearly toppled over the scooter's handle bar and would
have if Auggie weren't holding him firmly by the hips. It was Jammer's
turn to join in the moaning. When Jammer began wiggling and his
re-hardened monster cock began flailing the handlebar leaving generous
helpings of precum behind, Auggie reclined his seat back so that he was
almost horizontal and he slowly began to guide the very succulent ass
down on his straining cock.

"Let me Boss, I kin home in on this boy's pussy from a mile away in the
dark." Zeek volunteered by already holding and aiming Auggie's cock as
Jammer eagerly lowered his body to impale himself on his first white
man's cock. Auggie filled his lungs on first contact and didn't exhale
until Jammer was completely seated with all of his weight resting on the
fat man's thighs with his back snuggled into Auggie's plump soft body.

"It's bigger than I thought." Jammer told Auggie as a compliment.

Auggie chuckled, "That because I' too fuckin' fat, over two inches was
hidin' an you just squish it all outten the way." The top boys had
moved back to engulf their lover's cocks and the head bobbing and noise
of sucking increased. Logan shot his wad first by arching his back off
the bed and screaming his pleasure while he mauled Stevie's head with
his strong hands. Trasker followed soon after. Stevie sat up on his
haunches and watched Ryan suck Trasker dry and when he too sat up, both
cupped their hands and spit the loads they kept in their mouths into
them. Both boys grinned down on their partners as they pulled their legs
up and back ready to be anointed, lubricated with their own cum both were
finger fucked with three slimmed fingers of one hand while the rest of
their cum was applied to a pair of raging hard cocks that would quickly
replace the fingers.

Ryan and Stevie both buried themselves quickly and immediately began
pounding or thrusting themselves quickly into their partners after each
was assured the there was no pain from their entries. Jammer watched
quietly until he saw their pace. He looked up at Auggie and whispered,
"Too bad, neither of them is going to last long enough to matter, they
took too long and now they're too far gone. Should I start moving now?"
He asked.

"That would be nice Jammer boy `cause I regret to say that I might not
last too long my own self. " Auggie slipped his hands under the boy's
ass cheeks and began to lift and lower him to establish a pace. Jammer
had his legs bent so his feet were flat on the scooter's deck between
Auggie's and used his legs to arch his pelvis and then relax so his
internal muscles stroked Auggie's cock. He also clenched his sphincter
on each upstroke in effect milking Auggie's long dormant pole as he
moved on the big fat man.

Zeek appeared kneeling at the scooter's side. He held up Jammer's
eleven inches and waved it. Jammer raised his head to see who was playing
with him, he knew the hand, and grinned at his uncle. "I don't drain yo
down some you be shootin' dat white boy spunk all over an' den I have a
mess to clean up." Zeek explained charitably before he began giving suck
to his nephew.

"Is your tongue broken?" Jammer asked with a giggle and without missing
a stoke with his body.

By then Jammer was lying in a pool of Auggie's sweat that was running
from every pore. Auggie's breathing became labored. His arms went to
wrap themselves tightly around Jammer's chest so he wouldn't slide down
the slick incline of his gross body. "Now boy," he groaned, "it
happenin' now!"

"Lay across me Uncle Zeek; push me down!" Jammer ordered. Zeek fell
forward on Jammer's loins pinning the mammoth cock between them while
further impaling his nephew on Auggie's cock. Jammer began pumping cum
as soon as he felt Auggie flooding his guts.

Zeek felt the boy's spasms and the spreading wet stickiness, "Woe's me
boy I got to do the cleanin' any how."

Jammer's assessment of the two couples on the bed proved to be all too
accurate; Stevie and Ryan both came with regrettable speed at just about
the same time that Auggie succeeded for the first time in many years.
Auggie turned his head enough to see them laying still, collapsed and
near comatose as they struggled to regain their strength enough to roll
off their respective lovers. When they finally rolled off after popping
out they cuddled and cooed just like any couples in love.

Auggie looked at his watch, "Boy, set up an' roll us over to that
phone. It way past dinnertime an' we all need to be taken a break."
Jammer sat up carefully so they wouldn't disengage while Auggie was
still hard enough to be felt.

"I don't know how to run this thing. What do I do? I've never driven
anything in my life." Jammer explained the reason they weren't moving.
Auggie explained the simplicity of the controls and when Jammer twisted
the handle to go forward the scooter began moving at maximum speed. The
scooter stopped after pushing the phone table before it into the wall.
"Way cool!" Jammer giggled out as Auggie was pushed upright after the
impact separated him from his young lover. The foursome on the bed sat up
to see what the ruckus was about and began laughing. Jammer stood up and
climbed off the cart with a push from Auggie. The boy's lower body and
chest was still covered with his running cum since Zeek was left behind
on his knees with his mouth open and his tongue still hanging out in mid
lick.

Stevie called Jammer over to the bed and when he saw the quantity of cum,
"Make room guys, we need all the protein we can get. Jammer flopped
between the two couples and all four of them began licking his body
clean, even Trasker Bligh, who knew him and his black heritage. When they
were finished amid tickling and goosing all five were laughing and very
hard.

Trasker introduced Jammer belatedly, "Sorry James. Hey guys this is
James, we live just a half mile away from each other right here on the
farm. If I'd known about you James, I'd have been gay a couple of years
ago. Wow, what a cock." He had an idea, "What about if James joins in
the rotation?"

"Rotation? Sure, but what's a rotation?" James and not Jammer asked.
He would do anything Trasker asked of him for not blowing his cover.

Logan boldly and eagerly explained while holding James' cock straight up
to gage its length. "Yeah, each of us is getting fucked by the other
three guys if it takes all night, and now by you too. Want to?" Logan's
tongue snapped out to claim a gob of precum that oozed forth in answer to
the question before the big cock was ripped from his hand. James could
only nod because Trasker was face fucking him with his tongue while with
Ryan's help, manhandling the boy on top of Trasker and fitting the prize
between Trasker's legs. Ryan claimed seconds.

Stevie poked Logan in the ribs with a giggle, as he got comfortable on
his back, "Come on you virgin slut stud, and plant a baby in me."

"I'll be right there, but first I want to see how far James gets in
Trasker without killing him."

Trasker's eyes flew open and he broke the kiss, "Why didn't I think of
that possibility?" he asked the room. He answered himself as he felt
James enter him easily using Ryan's load as lubrication. "Man what a
way to go."

James with guilt feelings nagging him whispered in Trasker's ear; "Are
you going to tell them I'm black?"

"Nope, you ain't enough to matter to my way of thinkin', but you
should tell them yourself before you start pokin' one of `em."

After James felt his small soft bush press Trasker's nut sack, he held
his upper body up using his elbows before he began moving in Trasker's
body. "Guys, there's something I need to tell you about me before we go
any further. Trasker here already knows. You see guys, I well, I have
some Negro blood in me."

"Bullshit," was Stevie's instant reaction.

Logan grinned, "I'm a half breed too. There's a couple of Cherokee
Indians in the old Dillon family tree. To tell the truth I think an
ancestor fucked them out of the land our plantation sets on. Are you just
going to lay there all night James? You best start fucking Trasker or you
won't get to me until tomorrow."

Ryan spread James' legs and hefted his big balls up out of the way so he
could see the root of James' cock buried all the way in Trasker. He
started laughing and nodding to himself.

"What?" James and Trasker asked together looking at Ryan.

"Nothing, I found it, that's all."

"Found what?" James asked suspiciously.

Ryan giggled harder, "I found your black blood, it's all concentrated
in your monster cock and nuts. My question is where can I get some? You
should also know that I'm next and so you better do some serious fucking
on my lover boy here or quit and get mounted up on me." Trasker locked
his legs around James' waist to for stall any withdrawal before he
pumped cum while he traded middle fingers and giggles with Ryan.

James joined in with Trasker grinning up at him "As Uncle Zeek would
say; Yes sir I git right to it Masta Trasker! I gonna fill you plumb up
wid cum!" With that James went up on his knees to provide fulcrums so he
could long stroke Trasker nearly his full eleven inches.

Ryan placed his hand between them with his palm on Trasker's solar
plexus, "This load of cum is going to land right about here," he
laughed, "one inch deeper and he'd fill your lungs and drown your
ass," he joked.

After Auggie showered and put on a clean robe, he gave Zeek instructions
concerning Jammer's older half brother, George. "I want that some bitch
taken to that same barn where he did Jammer. I want him ass up over a
bale, an I wants ever' boy on this here place lined up there ready to
take a turn on that nigger's black ass. Jammer goes first if'n he want
too, o' course, no one gits forced. After they's all done, he's gone,
family or no, he's gone from here. He come back one time, he never
leave."

Zeek had only one question, "When yo want to do dis?"

Auggie shrugged answering that it could be any time that Zeek could round
up the plantation `boys' to collect volunteers and of course whenever
Jammer was free if indeed he wanted to be first in line. Zeek went into
the adjoining bedroom to ask the boy, and returned almost immediately
giggling and shaking his head. "Dat boy already busy screwin' his way
plumb through all dem white boys an' dey lovin' him to death, so's I
couldn't ask," he explained proudly. He add as he walked beside Auggie,
"Dem boys is callin' him James so's I guess Jammer is gone from now
on."

Auggie nodded that he understood, "That for the best. I expect he be
teachin' a few things he got from ya'll, like slowin' `em down some,
they sure is buck bunnies in rut by God," he joked with a laugh as he
parked his scooter back alongside the crowded bed where James was
finished with Ryan and Trasker by then and at the moment was slowly
plowing Stevie while Logan watched with great fascination. "Don't be
startin' on nothin' new boys, dinner in the dinnin' room in about ten
minutes," Auggie warned. "It one of them come as yo' is dinner
parties," he added with a chuckle.

Logan looked up, offered Auggie a bashful smile and walked on his knees
to the foot of the bed. Suddenly he stood alongside of the scooter where
Auggie's attention was diverted by the rise of a six-inch erection on
the petite, muscular teenager. "Excuse me Sir, but I'd like the
opportunity to earn my keep somehow, that is if you want anything."
Auggie's eye dropped for a moment before meeting Logan's eyes and
looking hopeful. Logan smiled, "Stevie told me everything. Anything
includes, well, everything."

"Step aboard Logan boy jes' like Jammer, I mean James done before an'
I'll jes' give ya'll a ride to supper while I gets me a snack off'in
yo' that is if yo got any spunk left" Auggie's eyes traveled between
Logan's and his very man size and very perfectly shaped six inch cock.

"Jammer?" Logan asked and turned back to look at James embedded to the
hilt in his lover Stevie. He giggled and nodded, "Yup the name fits him
just look at him go! Poor Stevie is goin' to be wantin' to borrow this
scooter to get around after James the Jammer gets done with his ass." He
felt Auggie palm his nut sack to weigh them he spread his legs as far as
Auggie's massive legs would allow to be accommodating, "And as for
spunk, Mr. Bligh, I'm so new at having sex with anyone but my own hand,
I haven't been entirely soft since I climbed in your limo with Stevie.
Just feeling your eyes on me has got me up for another shot."

Auggie's eyes widened when he saw Logan's cock swell and begin to
throb, realizing that the boy wasn't joking. He quickly bent forward
with his mouth open and just as quickly was rewarded with a surprising
quantity of fresh hot teenage boy cum in his mouth. Man and boy were
jolted when the front wheel of the scooter banged the back wall of the
elevator car.

"Sorry about that boy, I plumb forgot to shut down. Lucky fo' yo' and
Stevie both that I didn't plumb bite yo dick off." Auggie laughed while
helpless to stop his hands from running all over the miniature but
magnificent body that stood before him. By the time the ground floor door
clicked open both Auggie and Logan were laughing and chatting like long
time friends and Auggie told Logan to drop the sirs and Mister Blighs, he
was just Auggie.

Auggie spied a FedEx box sitting on the foyer table and detoured their
journey to the dinning room. He handed the box to Logan to open as he
admitted he never could find the little tape that opened the lids of such
packages. Once opened, Auggie smiled on seeing two VHS tape cassettes
wrapped in bubble wrap. There was also a hand written note:

Hey Auggie!!!

We hope you like these tapes, although you'll never be able to use them
in our program. Also please be sure no women or straight guys are around
when you play them, too bad too, we were all really hot (hint)!!!

Your Yankee Pals (really Dooby)

Auggie showed the note to Logan and explained whom the friendly Yankees
were and described Dooby briefly. "You'll be meetin up with them all in
ah week or two." Just then there were pounding bare feet on both
staircases. Ryan had one to himself almost, he had James slung over one
shoulder like a sack of grain. Trasker and Stevie used the other flight
like a down hill racecourse racing Ryan and a screaming laughing helpless
James. Zeek, still fully dressed followed the boys at a more stately
pace.

Ryan screeched to a halt in front of the scooter, he allowed James to
stand but held him so he couldn't run, "Auggie, James boy here thinks
that he's supposed to eat in the kitchen, if he's allowed to eat in the
house at all." Zeek hung back quietly waiting for Auggie to decide.

Auggie grinned at the hopeful white faces, he bent down to look at Zeek
around Ryan's bare hip, "Zeek yo' an' your nephew just heist yo'
selves into yonder dinnin' room an' count settin's at the table. Yo'
let us know how many."

Zeek grinned and pushed James in front of him, "There's seven," James
reported, "that means we're both invited Uncle Zeek."

"Yup from now on, yo' set to all meals in this here house, an' from
now on the meals is served family style to keep them wenches in the
kitchen from gettin' too excited by havin' to see all yo' great big
white boy cocks floppin' aroun' in here." Auggie explained as he
rolled himself to the head of the table. He pointed to his right and then
at James and then his left while frowning at Zeek, silently daring him to
refuse. The other four boys took seats as two couples opposite each
other.

Everyone looked hungrily at the steaming bowls, Trasker frowned and was
the first to speak up to his uncle, "Now Unc I know ya'll are on a
diet, but I don't see why you're draggin' the rest of us on it."

"What in Sam Hill are yo' talkin' about boy?"

"There's no meat is what!" Trasker shot back much to everyone else's
relief.

Auggie scanned the table, "Maybe the steaks is still cookin'. Zeek yo'
got pants on, go see what's goin' on please."

Logan jumped to his feet, "I'll go, I am your step an' fetch it boy
after all and it's time I started to earn my keep."

Auggie and Zeek began laughing together. Zeek shook his head, "Logan
boy, yo' go in that there kitchen jus' wearin' yo' birthday suit an'
yo' never come back `til yo' dead! Them wenches `ill eat yo' pretty
white ass alive, I swear!" Auggie agreed with a nod.

Logan grinned at everyone's laughter but shrugged, "I'm going anyway.
They'll get used to seeing me in and out of there plus I'm pretty fast
on my feet too." He hoisted a stubborn eyebrow in Auggie's direction
before he disappeared into the butler's pantry.

The swinging door crashed open three minutes later. Logan gave everyone a
demonstration of his speed while he carried a tray of steaks with both
hands and looked over his shoulder to see if he was being chased. Peels
of feminine laughter waned gradually as the door slowed its swinging.
"You were right, that woman had me hold the tray while she forked the
steaks off the grill, then while my hands were full she reached down with
both of hers and checked me out while she dared me to drop the tray to
defend myself." Everyone was roaring with laughter while he served them
complaining the whole time.

Steve held up the table cloth after Logan resumed his seat, "Complain
all you want but I notice you've still got a hard on."

"Say I just got me an idea speakin' o' hard ons," Auggie handed
Stevie the two cassettes, "here Stevie load one o' these. I believe we
goin' to see some an' have us a dinner theater whilst we eat."

The tape opened with a tight close up of Dooby's smiling face, "Hey
Auggie and Ryan and anyone else we haven't met yet. You said you like to
look at young guys fucking around and we thought we'd let you watch us.
The whole gang is here this weekend because we just held our first
Lacrosse practice. That's why there's two tapes, everyone wanted in on
our act." While Dooby talked the camera moved back slightly and began to
pan down his body until reaching his bare feet. Then it moved back up his
legs to stop for a close up of his flaccid cock. Dooby's cock quickly
lengthened and rose until it was perpendicular to his body. Dooby laughed
unseen, "That enough of my cock," he instructed the camera, "mover
over to Cory."

The camera moved back to capture heads and shoulders of both boys, Dooby
looked lovingly down on Cory. Cory said hello to everyone watching and
again the lens moved down his body. Logan looked at Auggie excitedly,
"How tall is that hottie?"

Auggie grinned, "About as tall as you." He pointed back to the screen,
"Look at the rest of that there boy."

There was a collective intake of breath when Cory's cock and balls
appeared and when his cock was fully hard, Trasker fell out of his chair,
"Holy goddamn shit, a little guy like that an' he's as big as you
James."

James tilted his head, "If not bigger," he agreed.

Dooby, again unseen on the screen interrupted, "This is taking too
fucking long, back up Artie and pan all the old assholes together, except
you Lane, what are you doing over there? You're on our side not with the
limp dicks, besides you've been fucking my sister all week practicing to
fuck me and Cory all weekend. By then the camera had pulled back still
further to encompass the whole group, one couple, Tom and Christian
whispered together briefly and suddenly Dooby found himself airborne
flying into the pool. Christian and Tom grinned at the camera, Christian
waved, "Hi Auggie, I just wanted to thank you for the Vet, man what a
nice surprise. I have your portrait almost finished and I'll bring it
with me when we stop by there. We all hope you plan to come with us on
down to Florida we really enjoy your company. You should know that Tom
and I only agreed to be in this fuck film of Dooby's because I think a
Vet, although I love it was way too expensive in payment for a portrait I
painted. Anyway, what Dooby planned was he and Cory first, then us and
then some other couples. After that we expect that the whole thing will
degenerate into a wild fuckathon, you know, on orgy."

"One more thing Auggie," Dobby said shaking his wet head and returning
to the camera, "You know how in porn flicks the guys that come always
pull out so you can see it? Well we never pull out, trust us, if we
looked like we came then that's what happened." The camera panned the
group.

Auggie saw that his boys had stopped eating, mesmerized by the show. He
looked down to see that he'd joined them. He motioned to Zeek to poke
Stevie. When he had Stevie's brief attention, he slashed his hand across
his throat. Stevie keyed the TV off. The others frowned in Stevie's
direction; Auggie quickly took the blame, "We best save these tapes for
upstairs. Ya'll best eat now boys, I reckon yo gonna need the protein
shortly."

Twenty minutes later the boys, Auggie and Zeek were done eating. Their
plates held nothing more than a meatless t-bone each. No one asked about
dessert, the boys raced for the stairs with Zeek close behind, following
Stevie as if he were the Pied Piper since he clutched the two cassettes.
By the time Auggie rolled into the room Stevie was loading the first tape
and then working the remote to blank all the screens and reset them to
play the tape. Zeek was naked and proudly hard. He stood near the bed
were Auggie usually parked while the boys were clustered lying on their
bellies, almost piled like pups seeking warmth from each other in their
dams' absence. Stevie ran to the foot of the bed, started the tape,
dropped the remote and then crawled forward to snuggle between Logan and
James already watching Dooby and Cory on the screens begin making out and
sinking to the big air mattress. Dooby ended up on his back. He pulled
Cory upon his body like a blanket that was too small to cover him
everywhere. He spread his legs and Cory's lower body sank. Dooby grinned
hugely at the camera as he lifted his legs to his lover's shoulders and
levered his well-oiled ass higher as Cory braced his body up on straight
arms. Dooby reached down quickly with practiced ease to guide Cory's
monster. Cory sank into Dooby slowly but steadily until his carefully
trimmed pubic bush was crushed into Dooby's nut sack. Dooby pulled the
smaller boy down and visibly sucked in Cory's extended tongue before he
locked heels under Cory's cheeks and initiated a thrusting contest by
levering his ass up to impale himself further on Cory's cock. Cory
pulled back until he was connected momentarily only by the depth of his
knob. When he thrust down quickly, Dooby met him half way with an audible
slap as their bodies slammed together again.

The camera moved from profiling the two hard bodies to Cory's perfect
almost seamless bubble butt and his closed legs. Tom and Christian each
grasped an ankle and exposed Cory's heavy balls and the length of his
cock as he thrust and withdrew from his lover's eager hole. The older
boys each pulled a tanned cheek away from its partner. The camera zoomed
in to a close up of the shaved nuts and pucker before the pucker
disappeared when Christian inserted his index and middle fingers to the
last knuckle to be joined by two of Tom's fingers where upon they began
finger fucking the little wrestler. Cory grunted once in surprise, looked
back, smiled and then began to moan in pleasure. When Cory again
straight-armed the mattress, the camera once again moved to the couple's
side. Dooby's cock rose above his rippled gut and every visible muscle
on both boys became clearly defined.

"This action was a late addition to the script," Tom explained with a
grin. He looked down, "OOPS! They're ready to blow. Watch this action,
they've learned how to control themselves so they come together, none of
us can do it yet, but we're working on it."

Tom and Christian pulled their fingers out after they felt Cory's first
contraction because he began repositioning his body so Dooby's lower
back rested high on his thighs as Cory sat on his heels. Everyone
watching looked puzzled until Cory bent his supple body double to collect
Dooby's spurting cock into his mouth missing only two earlier gobs; one
on Dooby's shoulder and the second running from his chin to his neck. He
collected those only after Dooby was sucked dry.

Logan looked at Stevie wearing a sweated blush, "Stevie, it's my turn
with James and now would be a good time to start before I embarrass
myself, I'm so hot. Do you mind if James and I tried that, that is if
James is willing," he asked shyly moving his eyes to James.

"If you think you're hot then I'm a volcano!" James exclaimed. He
looked at Trasker and Ryan. Ryan was deep throating Trasker, which made
answering difficult. "Shut the tape off Stevie, Ryan here just saved my
onions in the nick o' time an' he don't look too far behind me
either."

Stevie slipped off the bed, retrieved the remote and keyed off the image
of Christian and Tom holding Dooby's legs down so his toes pressed the
mattress over his head. Cory was kneeling at Dooby's well-fucked ass as
if it was an alter. He leaned to the side so the camera could record the
image of his substantial deposit of cum leaking slowly from his lover's
still relaxed stretched muscles. Cory grinned at the camera, "We call
this part birth control," he said and lowered his open mouth just as the
screens darkened.

Auggie chuckled while he used Zeek's cock like a handle to pull him and
it closer, "The rate we goin' it be Christmas befo' we get them tapes
done," he paraphrased Tom, "but we're workin' on it."

                                                                                                                                                        

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