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I hadn't been on the old dirt forest road for 30 years; there was no real reason to. My great-grandmother had been dead for 28 years. She died of old age when I was 18. She was 84 when she died, although she admitted she didn't know exactly what year she was born.
A few cousins of varying ages and I spent most of our summers, from the age of eight to thirteen, in her old, dilapidated house on that old road. Grandma cooked on a wood-burning stove, which was also the only source of heat in the house. The water came from an old, hand-dug well. She didn't have a bathroom, so we used an outhouse, although we boys were allowed to pee from the porch or anywhere in the thousands of acres of woods that surrounded us.
Those were idyllic years. It was a time when children were mostly innocent. Back then, there was no fear of kidnapping, and we were allowed to roam freely through the forests, explore them, build forts, or play all sorts of children's games.
Every afternoon we walked a quarter mile along the dirt track to a paved country road, and then another quarter mile to cross the two-lane highway and reach a small village store to buy cheap sweets or the occasional groceries Grandma might need. The store was situated on the edge of a small cove where we went swimming every day, rain or shine.
Other families lived in the area, and most of them had children with whom we sometimes played. There were even a few cousins who lived in one of the short cul-de-sacs nearby, and there was an old one-room church where no services had been held since the First World War and where there were no longer any parishioners.
Of my cousins who lived with Grandma, two boys were three and four years younger than me; the rest were girls. Two of the girls were at least a few years older than me and were basically there to look after us. Like I said, it was an innocent time, and we were innocent children, but my cousins were decidedly square. If "nerd" and "overachiever" had been part of the vocabulary back then, that's what they would have been called.
In fact, one of the girls visited me a few years later with her two children. The kids were just like her, and she hadn't changed a bit. I wasn't a nerd at all, but even as a small-town boy, I had more to offer than my cousins, who all lived in the city several hundred miles away from where I lived now. So we never knew any season other than summer. Like I said, we roamed for miles through the woods and back roads. And like I said, there were other kids who lived only a few miles from Grandma's apartment, and often a couple of boys would come over, and we'd play together. It wasn't about sex, just the typical cowboys and Indians games, explorers, and other boy games. Sure, we all peed in front of each other, and no one had a problem showing their privates. Sure, every now and then there were erections that ended in sword fights, but that was about it.
When I turned twelve, I was given the task of spending a weekend there every three or four months chopping and stacking wood for Grandma. I didn't particularly enjoy it, but it gave me some time to myself, completely unsupervised. Whenever I could, I would strip naked and wander through the woods, some of which had existed long before I was born. It was said that moonshiners had been operating stills in those woods three or four decades earlier. My nakedness gave me erections, which led to me masturbating out there for the first time when I wasn't quite thirteen. It was pretty hot, spraying my semen all over the bushes, not that there was actually much sticky juice to spray.
My first sexual experiences happened during one of those weekends at Grandma's. I was in the woods, fully clothed back then, creeping along one of the wider paths. I was like an Indian, moving as quietly as possible so as not to be heard by the "white men," and so it happened that I heard voices, and judging by the sound, they were other boys. I crept even more quietly until I came to the edge of a very small clearing and saw three boys there. Two of them seemed to be about my age, the last one was much younger, around seven. The two oldest had pulled down their jeans and briefs and hiked up their T-shirts, so that their rock-hard penises were completely exposed.
"Come on, Tanner, just do it," said the oldest boy. Tanner, the youngest, a handsome blond boy, knelt in front of the other two. Obviously, he was supposed to suck the older boys' cocks. My own cock became rock hard within seconds. The little one leaned forward, grabbed the hard cock, put his mouth over it, and began to suck. The boy next to them stroked his erection as if it were his last time.
The younger boy on his knees let go of the penis from his mouth, turned around, and sucked the second boy. I don't know how it happened or how I missed it, but the first boy turned around and saw me standing in the bushes. "Hey, what are you doing?" he yelled, even though he was less than five meters away. It scared the hell out of me. He quickly adjusted his worn and ripped Levi's, as did the other boy, while the younger one remained standing, and the first boy approached me. He wasn't aggressive at all and was even grinning. I stepped toward him, and he looked right at my crotch.
"You got a hard-on, huh?" he asked. I was so surprised I just nodded. "Come over here, Tanner'll give you a blowjob too. He loves sucking cock." I followed the boy into the small clearing, where he dropped his pants again and encouraged me to do the same, which I did. Of course, I was already as hard as a rock.
"Nice cock. What's your name?" my new friend asked. I told him my name was Benny and I was Miss Meacham's grandson. He said his name was Henry, but he preferred Hank. The boy next to him was called Chester, who preferred Chet, and the cock-sucker was Tanner, who preferred Tanner to the cock-sucker. He said he knew,
who Miss Meacham is.
Tanner took Chet's penis and got to work while we talked about age. Hank was 13 and Chet was my age, he'd just turned 13. I wasn't sure how two brothers could be the same age, but I didn't ask because Chet asked if I was producing sperm yet, and I nodded.
“I’ve been squirting for over a year now, I even have hair,” he said, which I could clearly see. Well, Chet and I did too, but ours were only a little bit, though he had a small patch. “Chet just started squirting too,” he said. Then Tanner turned to me, took my cock in his mouth, and started sucking me. I thought I was going to die.
"First blowjob," Hank asked, and I nodded. "Feels good, doesn't it?" I nodded again, but didn't dare speak. The boy stopped giving me a blowjob and went to Hank, who held the boy's head and fucked his mouth.
“I’ll give you a blowjob if you want, Benny,” Chet offered, and I’d be damned if I turned the boy down. He walked around his brother, dropped to his knees in front of me, and got to work. I never thought it would feel so good to have my cock sucked. Hank took a hand off his little brother’s head, placed it on my bare buttock, and stroked it gently.
"Oh well," I thought to myself, and returned the favor.
Chet finally stopped, stood up, and asked me how it felt, and of course, I told him it was great. He asked if I wanted to try it, and I nodded and dropped to my knees. I pulled his penis down and examined it. He was uncircumcised, so I had to figure out how it worked. When I was satisfied, I put my mouth on his penis. The boy flinched and told me to cover my teeth, so I did and tried again. "Oh yeah, just right," he sighed. Next to me, Hank said he was about to come and asked if Tanner wanted to stop. The little boy stepped back, grabbed his brother's penis, and started to jerk him off. I enjoyed the feeling of a boy's penis in my mouth. I loved the feel of his glans on my tongue. I could feel his balls and loved the feel of his soft, smooth testicles in my hand, wondering if mine felt the same. “I’m coming,” Hank blurted out. I stopped sucking Chet to watch, and a second later a small jet of semen shot onto the little boy’s smooth face, followed by a second. Tanner then put his mouth on his brother’s dripping cock and ate all the semen that was still oozing from the teenager’s smooth balls.
"I need to come," Chet said, and I agreed. I stood up, and we both started masturbating. Tanner stood in front of us, so I assumed we were supposed to ejaculate in his face, like Hank had done. Hank had moved closer to me and was fondling my buttock, which I really liked.
"You're such a sweet boy, Benny," Hank whispered in my ear, "I'd love to do more with you." I wondered what "more" meant, but I could feel my body getting close to coming, so I didn't say anything. A second later, I groaned, and my own semen spurted onto the little boy's face. I was surprised how far it shot; farther than ever before. Chet was standing right behind me, squirting a few small drops of watery mucus onto his little brother's upturned face. When I was finished, the little guy decided to suck on my cock for a bit. That was great, until it tickled so much that I had to take my erection away.
Tanner stood up, then we took turns sucking his cock until he came. That surprised me, because I didn't know little boys could come even without semen. We stood there and chatted for a bit, our pants and briefs still down to our knees. Hank suggested we get completely naked, which I fully supported. I asked him what he meant by "doing more things," and he explained. I was okay with most of it, but getting fucked hadn't even crossed my mind. Well, putting my hard-on into one of them was all well and good. There wasn't much we could do except kiss a little, which I enjoyed, and suck more cocks, which I loved, and of course, grope each other. We were interrupted when a little girl, even younger than Tanner, came into the clearing and said her mother was looking for the boys because another load of logs had been dumped. I was embarrassed that the little girl saw me naked, let alone with an erection, but she didn't flinch, and neither did the three boys. Naturally, she looked me up and down and wanted to know who I was, so Hank introduced me.
“She’ll let you fuck her if you want, Benny,” the older boy said, pulling back his clothes. “Don’t you want to, Bethany?” he added. The younger girl nodded and smiled. I was shocked. Hank asked when I’d be back, and when I said I didn’t know, he told me to call him. Her name was Nastay, and the intermediary would connect us. It would be another six months before I saw her again.
The house where Grandma had lived was only a few hundred meters up the road, around a bend. I hadn't really expected it to still be standing, as it was practically collapsing the last time I'd seen it. The road, however, was a different story. It had been leveled and covered with gravel, though none of it looked recent. As I rounded the bend, I discovered that where Grandma's house had once stood, there was now a double-width camper van that looked fairly new. In the open space around it were a few old cars, a rusty old pickup truck, an abandoned boat, and other larger pieces of debris of dubious value.
I had never intended to stop, except of course if there was only open space, so I continued around another bend and came to an abrupt halt before I was halfway through. The road was blocked by a 2.4-meter-high wooden barrier made of thick planks, which had obviously been there for several years. About seven meters to my left was an outbuilding full of firewood, while a stack of logs next to it waited to be chopped on the chopping block. Coming towards me was a boy, probably in his late teens or early twenties, pulling a huge, barking, and growling dog on a thick leather leash.
The boy had long, somewhat unruly blond hair that looked neat, and its dishevelment didn't detract from his striking good looks and piercing blue eyes. His overalls were dirty and equally worn, and his hands were encased in tattered leather gloves. He looked like a strong young man, but he still needed both hands and his weight to control the dog. I knew that thing would tear me to pieces if it had the chance.
A glance in my rearview mirror showed another, older man approaching in the distance, another large dog at his side, off-leash. Trapped, I opened my window about a third of the way there as the boy drew closer. I asked if the dog would bite; a stupid question in hindsight, but I was terrified. Believe it or not, for decades people had been disappearing in these woods, and not because they'd gotten lost. "He'll rip your damn arm off if I don't rip it off first. What are you doing here?" the boy asked after calming the dog down. "What do you want?" He wasn't friendly at all.
“My great-grandmother lived here when I was a child,” I explained, “and I spent my summers here. I haven’t been there for years and I’ve just been wondering how much everything has changed.”
“You’re related to Miss Meacham,” he asked, unsure whether he believed me. I was shocked that he knew Grandma’s last name, because it was impossible he’d ever known her in real life. I nodded. Around that moment, the man stepped up beside the boy, while the other dog went over to the first, and they sniffed and rubbed against each other. They were clearly siblings.
“He says he’s related to Miss Meacham,” the handsome blond man said by way of introduction. The man lowered his head, looked out the window, and glanced at me. He seemed about my age, probably a little younger, but it was hard to tell. His black hair was long and stringy, much like that of the young man standing next to him. He looked as if he hadn’t shaved in three or four days, and some acne scars were visible beneath the stubble. The black frames of his glasses were taped together, and his overalls were worse than the boys’; the knees were ripped and quite dirty. He nodded and said in a rough but quiet voice, “Why don’t you back in front of the house?”
Then he turned and went back to the spot where he had sent me. Part of me considered running away, but his voice had been friendly, and I sensed he wanted to talk to me. So I did as he asked and got out of the car to wait for him and the boy. As they approached, the boy let his dog off its leash, and the two of them trotted up to me. "They don't bite," the boy called out, "just hold out your hand for them to sniff." Yeah, right, I thought, but the dogs didn't seem any more aggressive than the people, so I did as I pleased, and the dogs sniffed, licked, and waited for the pats I gave them.
A little tip: Always pet a large dog on the side closest to you, not on the outside, because they lean against you, and when they weigh 45 to 60 kilos, that can throw you off balance. "Why don't we go inside and cast a spell?" the man said, walking past me up the steps of the large wooden veranda, which still smelled of pine. The boy and I followed him, and the boy followed me. I was quite startled when I went inside, because of the new camper smell and because everything was new, and the furniture was, frankly, quite nice. I also smelled faintly of grass.
"Appearances can be deceiving," the man said, noticing my expression. "We don't usually wear street clothes in the house because of the furniture. Would you mind?" he asked, unzipping his jumpsuit. As if my opinion mattered. I shook my head, kicked off my shoes, slipped out of my jeans, and hung them on a hook with other clothes. I stood in my underwear, T-shirt, and socks facing the living room, hearing the rustling of clothing. Then the man walked past me and invited me in. He was stark naked, and I watched his backside sway as he walked away. He gestured toward an armchair, then turned to face me.
The guy had a pretty big penis, probably 18 centimeters of flaccid, uncircumcised, pale flesh hanging from a thick, unruly mop of black hair that extended from his crotch to over his stomach. His testicles were equally hairy and hung moderately low. His flesh sagged slightly, but not too much. "I hope you don't mind, Benny," he said, referring to his nudity. He'd used my childhood nickname, a name that hadn't been used since high school. I shook my head. The boy came into view wearing only a loose-fitting white cotton brief. The front bounced as he walked, and I could make out the outline of another nicely sized penis hidden beneath the fabric.
The boy sat opposite me in another chair, his legs spread, giving me a brief glimpse of his testicles in his crotch. He looked as smooth as a billiard ball. His torso appeared well-developed, flat, but muscular. Before he had sat down, I noticed a clearly defined, classic V where his abdomen met his pubic bone.
“Ellie,” the man called, and a moment later a girl appeared in a doorway, wearing a blue and white striped men’s shirt that reached mid-knee. If she was wearing anything underneath, I certainly couldn’t tell. She was pretty, no more than 14, with thick black hair and a smooth complexion.
“Yes, Uncle,” she said, looking at me. He asked her for a few glasses of lemonade, and she turned and left.
"You don't remember me, do you, Benny?" I shook my head because I was truly baffled.
“Do you remember the Nastay family?” The man was silent. A lightbulb went off in me, and the man saw it and smiled. They were known in the area as the depraved family, a large extended family who lived on a farm by the paved country road from which Granny's Road branched off. They had been very poor, their house and outbuildings quite dilapidated, their clothes always dirty and worn. It had been a boy from Nastay who had sucked my cock for the first time, along with his older brother's cocks, and he was now a man sitting naked in front of me.
“I didn’t recognize you, Tanner, please forgive me,” I said. Tanner waved it off, as if to say it didn’t matter. A flood of memories washed over me, not just of the blowjob, but of the other things too; things that had happened when I was a little older. Tanner turned to the boy.
"Caleb, do you remember the time my two older brothers and another boy fucked me and your aunt all day one Saturday? Well, this is the other boy." The boy grinned, stood up, came over, and held out his hand, which I took and shook.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, sir. My father often spoke of this day."
“I can say that,” Tanner said affectionately. “I was maybe eleven years old, about the same age as Liam, and the older boys were, how old, Benny?” he asked, looking at me, “fourteen or fifteen?” I replied that I was fourteen and a half at the time, so one of his brothers was the same age or a little younger, and the other at least a year older than me.
Like Tanner said, I and two of his older brothers had been fucking the boy and his younger sister all day in an empty barn at the edge of their property. She'd been my first pussy, and Tanner my first fuck. It was incredible. Those two boys must have been fucked at least five times. I know I fucked them both twice. It seemed like one of us guys would fill a kid with cum, and someone else would immediately jump in and fuck the kid before they even had a chance to do anything. There was a lot of hugging, kissing, sucking cock, and even rimming. I sucked both boys' cocks and got fucked that day too, and I loved that as well. Yeah, it had been a hell of a day.
“Have you ever had the chance to have similar experiences?” Tanner asked. I nodded and said that I’d had a few more before my 17th birthday, but nothing since. “I bet you miss it,” he said. I didn’t have to think about it.
"Sure, Tanner, it was a hell of an experience with you guys, one I'll never forget, but it gets harder and more dangerous as you get older."
“I agree with you about the dangerous part,” he said. “Look, I’ve got some pretty good smoke, fancy a drag?” I still drank occasionally, but not often. Now seemed like a good time, so I said yes. Tanner stood up, as did Caleb, when Ellie came in with a tray of large glasses of lemonade. We each took one, and I followed Tanner back into the kitchen and out the back door of the caravan. We walked across a nice deck that ran the length of the caravan, then down the steps and across a patch of grass to what looked like a small house. “The playhouse,” Tanner said as we walked to the front door. It was indeed a house, with a bedroom, kitchen, and bathroom, and a wood-burning stove in one corner. The sitting room contained the typical sofa and chairs, as well as coffee tables, all old and secondhand. “Do you have children, Benny?” the man asked, as Caleb pulled a metal container, a pipe, and a lighter from the drawer of the chest of drawers that stood against the wall.
“Two, a boy and a girl. They live with their mother.” Tanner nodded, then said he assumed I hadn’t knocked them off their feet, given what I’d said earlier. I shook my head and said no. “But I bet you’ve been thinking about it,” Tanner said, smiling. The thought had crossed my mind. I told him my son was an attractive 13-year-old and his 9-year-old sister was just as cute. What I didn’t mention was that, in my opinion, both children were at the perfect age. I preferred boys who were producing sperm, but girls who were still smooth and not yet sexually mature. I might have been abstinent, but that didn’t mean I wasn’t attracted to them, because I was.
I had access to tons of pictures from back when you could still buy that kind of thing in a porn shop. Tanner must have read my mind. "Great age, Benny, great age," Tanner said after I told him her age. "But I think you'll agree that every kid is worth your time." I nodded. They handed me the small pipe for a puff, and I took it and held it to my lips. Caleb lit a lighter and held it to the bowl, so I inhaled deeply, drawing the smoke into my lungs. I held my breath as long as I could before exhaling loudly. Caleb had already knocked out the ash, refilled the bowl, and given it to Tanner.
Within four minutes we'd all taken a train, and I was ready to go. Tanner had been right; it was really good stuff. Caleb and I sat down in the armchairs, while Ellie sat next to Tanner on the sofa. We chatted for a bit, and Tanner told us more about his sexual experiences in his youth. He asked about mine, and when I told him about a brother and sister I'd slept with a couple of times, his hand rested in his lap and he played with his genitals. His other hand moved closer to Ellie, who listened silently to the conversation.
Caleb told me a little about his own youth, his early teens, and some of the kids he'd fucked, including his own siblings, cousins, and aunts and uncles. There were also times when he'd been fucked by men of different ages in turn. After about 20 minutes, Caleb got up and went into the kitchen. A few minutes later, he called me in briefly. I stepped into the small room and saw Caleb standing next to a counter. There was a small line of white powder on a handheld mirror. "A little swig to take the edge off the weed's sedating effects," he said. "The coke is totally clean, believe me." I hadn't done coke in years, but given the effects of the weed, I figured the stuff would perk me up, and I'd need that if there was anything to it, and I suspected there was. I took the straw Caleb offered, leaned forward, and inserted the tube through one nostril.
Like I said, the line was small, but the stuff practically exploded in my head. Caleb was right, it was clean. "Good, huh?" he said. All I could do was nod. The boy laid out another line, and I watched as he roared through it and then held his nose.
"Damn," he whispered. He put the paraphernalia away and then grabbed his crotch. "This stuff turns me on more than a three-toed owl. And you, Benny?" I nodded in agreement. "Well, I guess we can manage that." He looked directly at the front of my underwear as he took his hand away, and I could see that his cock had already gotten a bit thicker. He turned the tap on until only a trickle came out, got a drop on his fingertip, sniffed it up the nostril he'd been blowing into, and nodded at me to continue if I wanted. I did.
We went back into the living room and experienced a big surprise, at least for me. Ellie's shirt was wide open, and her naked body was completely exposed. Tanner was kissing her while one hand played with the small bulge of her breast. Since the other hand was completely exposed, I could see that it was no bigger than a saucer, the nipple large and erect. I could clearly see the young girl's vulva; her lips were quite swollen, indicating her sexual maturity. A small hair grew at the top and around the edges of her cleft. I went to my chair and sat down to watch the show. Tanner moved his head, then slid down slightly and began to suckle. Ellie's head was resting against the back of the sofa, her eyes closed, and the young girl gasped as her uncle suckled her breast. I saw Ellie's hand move, then Tanner's lower body turned closer to me, revealing a rock-hard cock, about 18 centimeters long, protruding between his pale thighs.
My cock was hard as a rock. My sex life had been pretty quiet for the past 25 years and practically nonexistent since my wife left with the kids three years ago. I felt my penis against the outside of my underwear, unsure what the protocol might be. I desperately wanted to get undressed and join in, but I hadn't been invited. I turned my head, wondering how Caleb would react, and got my answer. The boy was indeed kneeling in the chair, completely naked, gently stroking his own rock-hard cock. The boy was indeed well-endowed. Maybe not as big as me, but almost big enough to be called that. Like his father, he was uncircumcised and, I presumed, clean-shaven. His large balls hung low and swung as the boy fisted himself. He looked me straight in the eye. I stood up, pulled off my underwear and T-shirt, and then stepped toward him. “What a great cock, Benny,” the boy said, whereupon Tanner turned around and gave me a similar compliment. I stepped over to Caleb, and as I came closer, he let go of his and reached for mine. It was high enough for me to return the favor, and I did, grabbing it with a sneaky grip. It felt good to have a cock in my hand again, especially one that size. His age didn't bother me either. Yes, I preferred him younger, but Caleb was cute, well-built, and willing, and I wasn't about to miss out.
"Can I give you a blowjob, Benny?" he asked, and I shook my head. A moment later, my swollen glans was halfway down his throat. Caleb definitely had experience. He pulled back and moved forward again, this time almost nose to my ass, and I have to say, the feeling was incredible. No one had ever taken so much of my cock. I glanced to my left and saw Tanner kneeling between Ellie's legs, enjoying her pussy. Judging by the look on her smooth, young face, the girl was feeling something similar to what I was experiencing. Then Caleb asked if I would suck his cock. Naturally, I hesitated, as his clothes suggested a less than hygienic situation, but before I could even reply, he said he'd showered less than an hour ago. I knelt in front of him, and the boy slid forward on the seat cushion. I put my mouth on his swollen glans and returned the favor by sucking his cock. It had been a while since I'd had a cock in my mouth, and the memories came flooding back as soon as I approached the swollen, foreskin-covered glans. I started rocking my head back and forth, taking half of it in before pulling back. I let my tongue explore the glans, then pulled the foreskin back down and explored that too. Damn, it felt good to have a cock in my mouth again.
“Oh yeah,” I heard Tanner say, and I turned my head. He was standing sideways by the sofa, his cock in Ellie’s mouth and his hand kneading her growing breast. The girl definitely knew what she was doing; that much was pretty clear.
"Dad has settled her in well. He's been fucking her for five years and she loves it. He and I fucked her for a full six and a half hours and she still wanted more. We brought along some teenage cousins and she sucked their balls dry too. Ellie is a hot cunt. She'll definitely want your cock inside her today."
I started sucking his cock again, but Caleb wanted to suck me back, so I sat down in my chair and he got to work. I watched as Ellie continued sucking Tanner's cock and fondling his balls, but it didn't last long.
“I need to fuck your sweet cunt, Ellie,” he said, his voice deep with lust. He stepped back. “How do you want it, baby?” Ellie glanced at me and saw that Tanner was working my cock like a champagne flute player. Then she moved to the other end of the sofa, almost in front of me.
"Right here, Uncle, so Benny can watch your cock fuck my cunt." After saying that, Ellie pulled her legs back and lifted her pussy so it was practically pointing straight up. Tanner looked at me, winked, and got into position. He put his left foot on the sofa cushion, so her leg wasn't in the way. With his right foot still on the floor, he could position himself over her pussy.
Tanner gripped his stiff cock, knelt down, and I could clearly see him working his niece's pussy with the tip of his penis. Tanner poked around her labia, her clitoris, her cunt, and of course, slid the head of his penis all the way up and down the cleft until it was covered in his precum. Finally, he stopped at the opening of her penis. Tanner remained motionless for a moment, then began to poke around the opening, working and moving his glans as if begging to enter her pubescent body. It was damn hot, and Caleb's bobbing head against my lap made it even better. Tanner moved so slowly that I could actually see the rim of her opening slowly part and gently encircle his soft glans. I could actually see the tip of his shaft push through the opening and disappear into that warm, moist, and most likely tight sheath of penis that every penis craves. I knew that in a few years, babies would hatch from this hole. New little beings, raised in the same way; they would enjoy being fucked by their family and continuing the tradition of the legacy that began who knows how many generations before.
Caleb stopped sucking my cock to watch as his father slowly inserted his entire penis into his niece's cunt until his balls rested against her ass. Once there, Tanner began the process, fucking the young girl. We watched as Tanner's cock slid in and out of her, his balls dangling from the bottom and then being pressed against her—or, as is often the case, they seemed to be sucked deeper into his sack. Either way, watching a young girl being fucked by a man from a bird's-eye view was simply incredible.
“Damn, I need to come, Benny,” Caleb murmured, standing up. He was aroused enough to face a copulating couple, but he allowed me to watch him masturbate, which I also enjoyed. I could watch boys masturbate all day if there were nothing else, and I had done so in the past. In the early days of the internet, there were many newsgroups where you could access that kind of stuff, so there were video clips and tons of pictures of boys and young men making love.
"Do you want to grope her while they're fucking Benny?" Caleb asked me. I desperately wanted to be involved somehow, but I didn't know the protocol and, as I mentioned, hadn't been invited. Caleb didn't wait for my answer. Perhaps he understood my dilemma, but then again, he was also interfering in the situation himself.
“Dad, can Benny reach in and grope you while you’re fucking?” Tanner murmured in a raspy voice, so Caleb told me to. I stood up and walked close to the couple, kneeling down to get a better look. It was so hot being so close, watching the rim of her pussy move with every thrust and pull of Tanner’s thick cock. I started with his balls, feeling his hairy ones. I didn’t particularly like his hairy asshole, but I was grateful that despite his dirty clothes, his body actually smelled of Irish spring soap.
After exploring his balls for a moment, I moved my hand down, letting my fingers trace his cock and the edge of her wide-open pussy. My sensation seemed to spur Tanner on, and he began fucking Ellie a little harder, thrusting his cock into her with force.
“Oh, damn it, Uncle Tanner,” Ellie moaned, “I love it when you fuck me hard.”
Tanner went into a "in and out" mode. He slowly pulled out of her cunt and then rammed his cock back into her, making the young girl moan loudly with each thrust.
"Oh yes, Uncle, like this, just fuck me so hard."
"Fuck your cunt, niece, it's the best. I love fucking your tight, hot cunt," Tanner said, his voice hoarse with lust. Finally, he changed his method and went back to normal fucking, in and out, in and out at the same pace.
“My God, I’m about to come,” Caleb announced. I lifted my head and watched as the young man approached. Standing directly in front of me, he began to stroke his cock. I knew he wanted to cum all over me, and that was fine with me, so I turned slightly away. A moment later, his foreskin was fully retracted, and his swollen glans began to spurt. Thick jets of his semen shot out, hitting my chest. With each jet, drops of semen ran down his fingers or dripped from the main stream onto the carpet where I was kneeling. I quickly withdrew my hand, stood up, and began to stroke my own cock. Caleb knelt in front of me, continuing to masturbate and sucking out as much semen as he could. His head was close to mine, so the message was clear: he wanted me to cum on his smooth face. A second later, Caleb’s wish was granted. I tended to produce a fair amount of fluid, and this highly charged situation seemed to amplify that, as most men over 13 know. The first thick jet of semen hit Caleb next to his nose and splashed, so that small drops landed on his forehead, his eyelids, the outside of his cheek, and down the bridge of his nose to the other side. Semen was semen; the stuff had a life of its own, and as I kept my hand in the same position, the subsequent jets flowed their own way. Before it was over, Caleb's face was almost completely covered in my nutty honey. A groan from Tanner made me turn my head. I saw that the man was rammed as deep as he could into Ellie's cunt, his ass wiggling in all directions. He started fucking her again, and as he pulled out, his semen ran around his cock and began to flow into her asshole. As he plunged back into her vagina, even more fluid gushed out. At that moment, Ellie began to scream, and I assumed the young girl was having her own orgasm.
Caleb stood up, my semen running down his face. "I'd love to let you fuck me, Benny. Do you have any reservations?"
At that moment, the front door opened and three small children came in: a boy and two girls. I can't really guess their age, but they were bald and didn't seem very young anymore. The children saw me, but that didn't stop them from immediately undressing.
Caleb grinned and said, "Okay, after you've fucked her, will you fuck me?"
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