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Devon and the Club

Devon Sawyer followed his daddy onto the porch, feeling a sense of importance to be spending some one-on-one time with him. His daddy drove a 18 wheeler and didn't come home all that often. When he did come home, he often drank too much and fought with Devon's mommy. Devon knew the house they went to because May, a girl in his second grade class, lived there. Mr. Hatch, her daddy, owned a car repair shop and he drank whiskey with his daddy sometimes. When his daddy knocked, Mr. Hatch came to the door dressed in jeans with no shirt on. He was a huge man, taller than Devon's daddy and twice as strong. His chest and arms were covered with thick black hair. Mr. Hatch had wide, fleshy shoulders. Devon looked at the man's huge hands, with fists big enough to crush a kid. Though terrified of the huge man, he was unable to take his eyes off him whenever they were near each other.

Though it was mid-afternoon on a Saturday, it was dark inside the house. It smelled kind of strange to the 8 year old boy. He stayed close by his daddy's side. He could sense his daddy was excited. Devon felt both fear and anticipation. He kept looking at Mr. Hatch's pink nipples, which were bigger around than quarters. He had never seen so much hair on a person.

"Let's go to the bedroom," Mr. Hatch suggested. His cheeks were dark with stubble from an emerging beard. As he led them across the living room and through the kitchen toward the bedroom, he called out, "May, come to my room and bring two beers with you."

The bedroom had a double bed with brass headboard and footboard, a couple of dressers, and a pile of laundry on the floor near the closet.

There were six dildoes on the dresser along with a half-full jar of Vaseline petroleum jelly.

"That's quite a dildo collection," Devon's daddy said.

"Makes it easier to get an asshole ready," he said matter of factly.

Devon was just getting over the shock of hearing Mr. Hatch talk about assholes when May came into the bedroom.

"Here, Daddy," May said. She was barefoot and wearing a summer dress.

Mr. Hatch took a beer from her and said, "Mr. Sawyer and his boy, Devon, are joining our little club today."

She handed the other beer to Devon's dad and said, "Hello, Mr. Sawyer. Hi, Devon. Aren't you glad school's out for the summer?"

"I guess so," Devon said coldly. He had always sort of liked May when he was around her at school. Now he felt sort of annoyed that she was there. He didn't know why, except that he didn't know what was going on and she seemed to. It made him a little jealous.

"Get started on Mr. Sawyer, baby," Mr. Hatch said. To Devon's daddy, he said, "Let me know when you've decided for sure to join."

May went to Devon's father and unzipped his trousers. Her hand disappeared inside and a look of joy came across his face. Devon stared in amazement. Mommy had told him it was naughty to touch your own private parts, so he knew it must be even naughtier to touch someone else's.

Mr. Sawyer grabbed May's sundress and pulled it off. She was naked underneath, and Devon realized that her body looked much the same as his except Devon had a dickie sticking out and she just had a bump with a slit at its middle.

Devon couldn't believe what was happening. His dad began touching her bottom as she started to undo his pants. He rudely pushed her away and got undressed. Devon stared in awe at his father's dickie, which stood out like a giant soldier from his hairy crotch. It even had a helmet on its head. It looked a lot like the rubber things on the dresser, but it was bigger and more frightening. His father's balls were low in their sac and seemed much too big.

Mr. Hatch sat on the bed and patted his knee. "Come sit with me boy and watch the show."

"Do what he says, Devon. Be a good boy, and learn from this," his father said.

"Okay, Daddy," he said trustingly. Though she was also 8, May was a lot smaller than Devon. Her little hand didn't fit around his daddy's dickie. He wondered what it would be like to touch his daddy's dickie.

His daddy was treating May kind of mean, but she didn't seem to mind it. She seemed to like holding onto his daddy's huge dickie. His finger had wormed inside her little hole, making Devon wonder what it felt like for her to have his dad's fat finger in there. She didn't seem to mind.

Devon received a new shock when he saw her bend down and lick at his daddy's dickie. Her tongue flicked out like a cat's. Wasn't she afraid Daddy would pee on her? He knew it was a stinky old thing, too. He could smell it from a few feet away. But she didn't seem to mind the smell. In fact, a moment later, she took the whole knob into her mouth. His daddy grabbed her head and he looked like the happiest man in the whole world.

Devon began to wonder if his daddy had meant he would be learning to take his dickie into his mouth, too. It scared him to think of it. Still, he couldn't help but watch what his daddy and May were doing. He glanced over at Mr. Hatch. The man stared right at him, grinning widely. Devon felt his cheeks begin to burn.

"You like watching my little girl suck on your daddy's cock?"

Devon didn't know how he was supposed to answer, so he shyly looked at the carpeting.

To Mr. Sawyer, Devon's father, he said, "You've had a sample of the club. If you agree to the terms of membership, I'll take him downstairs now."

Mr. Sawyer had both hands on May's head and he thrust forward to drive himself into her experienced mouth. "Okay," he managed to wheeze.

"Follow me," Mr. Hatch said, clamping his hand on Devon's shoulder. The man's grip didn't hurt; however, it did send a clear message to the boy that he was to obey. Mr. Hatch grabbed two of the smaller rubber things – his daddy had called them dill pickles or something – and handed them to Devon. He followed the powerful man from the room. He looked back at his daddy once, reluctant to leave him, nervous to be alone with Mr. Hatch.

The basement was littered with junk – old newspapers, discarded dolls, torn apart radios and televisions. It smelled musty. They stopped at a bare mattress thrown on the floor. Another jar of Vaseline lay on the floor next to the mattress.

Mr. Hatch said, "Your father is a lucky man. Do you know what he is going to do to May?"

"No, sir." He still clutched a dildo in each hand.

"After she licks and sucks his cock for a while, he's going to stick his cock inside her little pussy and fuck her."

He thought about his daddy's big dickie and May's little slit. It didn't seem like it would work. He said nothing.

"Do you know why I'm letting your daddy fuck my little girl?"

"No, sir." he whispered.

"Because he's letting me fuck you."

Devon had no response. In his head he wondered what Mr. Hatch could mean. He didn't have a little slit like May did. He thought about the sight of May as she licked his daddy's dickie. Was Mr. Hatch going to show his dickie? Would he have to put that dirty thing in his mouth?

Mr. Hatch grabbed the hem of Devon's tee shirt and pulled upward. The 8 year old obediently lifted his arms. Mr. Hatch tossed his shirt onto the floor and stared at the skinny boy's heaving chest. Devon looked back with wide, yet timid eyes. Mr. Hatch sat on a wooden chair and said, "Come here, kid."

Devon moved toward him, and the man grabbed his hips, guiding him between his legs. He opened the boys pants and in a forceful downward motion slid his pants and his underwear down to his knees. Devon gasped, staring down at his suddenly exposed body in surprise.

"You're cut."

"What do you mean?" he asked with a trembling voice. He knew he wasn't bleeding.

"You're cut. Circumcised. Most of us American men are cut."

He grabbed the small, limp cock and tugged it gently from side to side. Then he rubbed his thumb across the glans, making Devon's body flinch away from the sudden, unexpected rush of pleasure. It felt even better than when he rubbed it with a soapy washcloth at bath time. He brought his body right back to the man's empty hand.

"Strip off all your clothes."

Devon stepped out of the jeans that were pooled around his ankles. His penis stuck straight out from his body. He had never been naked with anyone but his mother and father, and it felt strange. He was excited and afraid. Mr. Hatch was unpredictable and forceful. In many ways, he was like Devon's daddy.

Devon didn't resist as he was bent across one of the man's thighs. His callused hand scratched across Devon's unblemished buttocks. "You have a fantastic butt." Devon wasn't sure what that meant exactly, but he knew the man liked it. It made him feel a little better about himself. He sucked in his breath as the man touched him right on his poop hole. He couldn't believe that anyone would want to touch such a dirty place.

When the finger brushed across it again, he giggled. He felt the blood running to his head from being draped across the man's thigh.

Mr. Hatch asked, "You like this, don't you?"

He wasn't sure how to respond. He did sort of like it, but maybe he wasn't supposed to. "I don't know," he said cautiously.

"Oh, you like it, all right. It's going to be great having you in our club. And you'll get a lot of sex."

He didn't know what to say but he did know that grown-up men always wanted sex. He figured it must be a good thing to get a lot of sex. Suddenly Mr. Hatch picked him up and carried him to the mattress on the floor. He sort of half tossed the boy onto his back.

"Pull your knees to your chest and show me that hole."

Devon did, and at first he was embarrassed and ashamed to have the man staring at his butt hole. Then he saw Mr. Hatch rub his own crotch, and he realized the man was enjoying himself. That made him feel a little better. Mr. Hatch stuck his finger in a jar of Vaseline and knelt down near Devon's butt. Devon watched as the finger went directly to his butt hole. Mr. Hatch smeared the goo around, tickling Devon more. He giggled again.

"What do you think of this, Devon?"

"It's kind of naughty, isn't it?"

The man smiled. "It's very naughty. That's part of what makes it so much fun. But that also means you can't tell anyone about what we are doing together. Promise?"

"Yes, sir."

"Good boy." He pressed his finger against the 8 year old's virgin anus, not stopping until it was half-way inside. Devon's eyes went wide in discomfort and amazement. He wondered why Mr. Hatch wasn't grossed out by getting poop on his finger. "You have a perfect ass, boy. Perfect."

Though unsure why, Devon again felt pleased and proud. Plus, the finger that was in his poop hole was wiggling around and it felt weird but good. His dickie remained rock-solid. When Mr. Hatch started to rub it again, he made a guttural noise. At the same time the finger went deeper inside his butt.

Mr. Hatch settled down onto the mattress beside Devon and slowly rubbed the boy's stomach and chest as he fingered him in ever-widening circles. Devon shivered when the man scraped his erect nipple with his fingernail. It felt delicious. Picking up on his cue, Mr. Hatch lightly pinched the tiny nipple. Devon almost lost his grip on his legs.

"You have sensitive nipples," the man said. Devon could tell the burly man was pleased.

A moment later the fingertip pressed against his lips. "Lick it and suck on it." Devon thought it was a very strange request, but then, everything that was happening seemed very strange. He lapped at the coarse finger with the tip of his tongue. Mr. Hatch pushed it into his mouth, and he opened to accommodate it. "Suck it."

He pressed the finger against the roof of his mouth with his tongue and sucked hard. Mr. Hatch was jamming his finger into deeply Devon's butt while his other finger pressed to the back of the boy's throat, making him gag.

Mr. Hatch removed both his fingers and sat back. "Do you know why we're doing this, Devon?"

The boy kept his knees to his chest. The air felt cool against his slick butt hole. "No, sir."

"Remember what you saw my daughter doing to your daddy?"

He nodded.

"Tell me."

"She licked his peter 3; like I was licking your finger."

"That's right, boy. My finger is like a pretend cock, getting you ready for the real thing."

Devon figured it out – he was going to put his mouth on Mr. Hatch's cock. That's why May sucked his daddy. The daddies traded children.

When the boy didn't respond, Mr. Hatch asked, "Why do you suppose May sucked your daddy's cock?"

"I don't know," he said in a tight voice. He couldn't say it was because they had traded kids because he was afraid it would make Mr. Hatch mad.

"Your daddy's cock is stinky and ugly. She had a hard time opening her mouth wide enough. And sometimes he pisses though that old cock. So why did she do it?"

Those were Devon's thoughts exactly. He shook his head and didn't look at the man. "I don't know."

Mr. Hatch slid his finger back inside Devon's butt. "Well, a man's cock is his pride and joy. And nothing feels better than having your cock deep inside the body of a little girl 3; or a little boy."

For emphasis, he jabbed his finger into Devon's soft rectum a couple of times. The boy couldn't tell for sure if it hurt. He groaned anyway.

"So May was just trying to make your daddy feel good."

"Oh."

"You ever heard the word 'cocksucker' before?"

"Yeah. Some guys called another guy that at school."

"Was it nice to be called a cocksucker?"

"No. That was about the worst thing."

"Well, my daughter became a cocksucker just to make your daddy feel good."

Mr. Hatch started rubbing Devon's erection again. Devon's mind whirled in confusion. Then the man asked, "Will you suck my cock to make me happy?"

He hadn't expected to be asked. He had expected to be told. No words came from him for several seconds. In a gentle, persuading voice, Mr. Hatch said, "It would make me so very, very happy. Will you do that for me?"

Devon gulped. "Um 3; okay 3;" He was eager to look at Mr. Hatch's thingy.

"Good boy," the man said with a smile. He stood and took his jeans off. His 7 inch [18 cm] cock stood straight out from his hairy crotch. The end of the glans was slick with pre-cum, and it had a fiery look. Devon stared. As Mr. Hatch knelt on the mattress, his balls swayed heavily.

"Do you like my cock?"

"It's so big," he said in dismay. He still lay on his back with his knees pulled next to his chest. He didn't move.

Mr. Hatch knee-walked over so he had a knee on each side of Devon's head. Devon looked up at the man's cock bobbing inches over his head. When Mr. Hatch had moved over his head, Devon had been assailed by a strong smell. He almost gagged because of the intensity of it. It was a filthy, sweaty smell. And something else, too. He could see the dark, hairy place where the man's fleshy buttocks parted. He knew the man's butt hole was near his face too. But the smell wasn't poop.

Mr. Hatch was kneeling so his face hovered over Devon's upturned ass. He quickly reinserted his finger. the boy groaned but didn't complain. "Raise up and lick my balls or anything else you can reach."

By straining his neck upward, he could bring his lips to the dangling balls. He tentatively licked at them. The hair tickled his tongue and nose, and the smell was stronger. But he wanted to please Mr. Hatch, so he continued licking. Mr. Hatch worked a second finger into Devon's rectum. It hurt at first, and Devon nearly cried out.

As the pain passed, he concentrated on licking the swaying balls. His neck already ached from straining upward. Mr. Hatch helped out a moment later when he used his free hand to guide his seeping glans to Devon's mouth. Devon closed his lips tight and the man rubbed his slick cock across the pursed lips several times.

"Remember, we pretended my finger was a cock. Now that you've got the real thing, get to work on it."

Devon froze as he realized that the fingers in his butt were probably pretend cocks too. He knew that Mr. Hatch's dickie would never fit in his butt hole. He got scared.

When he started licking at the dickie with long swipes of his tongue, his fear abated. It was salty and hot to the touch, but Mr. Hatch's dickie didn't taste bad at all. He opened his mouth and found that by stretching his lips wide, he could take the whole knob inside. Mr. Hatch said, "Good boy, Devon. Suck my cock."

Mr. Hatch made a little forward motion with his hips and Devon gagged. "Don't scrape your teeth on my cock. Keep them covered with your lips."

Devon froze when he heard a little voice say, "Daddy, Mr. Sawyer is taking a nap. Can I stay down here for awhile?"

"Okay, honey. How about greasing up the smaller dildo and bringing it to me."

Devon closed his eyes and returned to his task.

A moment later the two fingers came out of his butt, making Devon sigh in relief. Then he felt the dildo connect with his anus, and he tensed up. Fortunately Mr. Hatch didn't ram it home. He just rubbed in a small circle, trying to loosen the sphincter.

"Did Mr. Sawyer cum in your pussy, honey?"

She smiled. "Twice."

Mr. Hatch moved away from Devon's face. "Give him his daddy's spunk while I open his ass a little further."

Devon flinched as the 8 year old girl quickly knelt, straddling his face. He almost lost his grip on his legs. He caught a glimpse of her hairless little slit as she lowered it to his mouth. Inside the slit were puffy lips that looked like moist, red flower petals. She pressed it hard against his face and rubbed it around. For a moment, she covered his mouth and nose, and he thrashed his head from side to side. She quickly adjusted so her pussy was poised just above his lips.

Mr. Hatch still rubbed the dildo around the boy's rosebud. He said, "Your daddy put his cock inside my daughter's little pussy. He shot his spunk inside her. You know what spunk is, Devon?"

"No, sir," he replied, his voice quavering. He could feel something wet drip onto his chin. He knew he was supposed to lick her little slit, but he couldn't make himself do it. He wanted Mr. Hatch to have him lick his huge dickie again. That had been fun. But her slit looked gooey and gross.

"It's got lots of names: sperm, jism, cum, spunk. It's white stuff that men shoot out of their cocks – right out their piss hole. It ain't piss, though. If it gets put in a grown-up pussy, it can make a baby. Your daddy left a lot of spunk inside of May's cunt. I want you to suck it out and swallow it. Understand?"

"Uh 3; yes, sir." He swallowed hard and closed his eyes tight. "Do I have to, sir?"

"No, boy, you don't have to. But I'll be mighty disappointed. So will your daddy when he finds out you think you are too good to eat his spunk."

"I'm scared 3;"

"Don't be scared, Devon," May said cheerfully. "Sex is lots of fun and it's something grown-ups do. I've eaten lots of cum and it never hurt me."

She giggled.

"Besides, it'll feel really good when you suck my pussy. Later, maybe daddy will let me suck your cock."

"You want to do that?"

"Sure. It is lots of fun."

He stuck his tongue out and touched the soft pussy.

"Yummy," May said to encourage him. He lifted his head and licked at the soft lips inside the opening.

"That feels really nice, Devon." As he became bolder he licked all around and tried making his tongue pointy so he could jab at her opening.

"I can't hear you sucking. Clean out her twat, Devon." As the boy started sucking, conscious that he needed to make a lot of noise, Mr. Hatch started pressing more persistently with the dildo.

"May, turn around so you can hold his legs down. I need to stretch his legs out further."

Devon waited while she rearranged herself on his face, then continued to suck on her pussy. He paused when he got a mouthful of thick fluid. Despite the fact it didn't taste bad, he gagged. When he gagged the second time, Mr. Hatch pressed the first two inches [5 cm] of the small dildo past his sphincter. Devon cried out in surprise and pain. He tried to move away from the dildo, but May and Mr. Hatch had a firm grip on him. His muscles clenched to force the dildo back out as though it were a turd. He realized that the dildo was no bigger around than his own turds, and they didn't hurt. That made him relax a little. As he relaxed his muscles, the pain went away.

Mr. Hatch, who had been waiting, said, "That's my good boy."

May asked, "Remember when you used to do that to me, Daddy?"

"Yes, I do, sugar."

"It really hurt a lot."

"I know."

"It feels good when you fuck my pussy, though."

"Yes, but Devon doesn't have a pussy."

She wiggled her hips and Devon took the hint, continuing with his ministrations. He listened keenly to their conversation.

"That's why I'm stretching out his asshole."

"Is it more fun to fuck a pussy than an asshole?"

"Well, honey, every man you've been with has had a choice between your pussy and your ass. What do men usually do?"

"They almost always fuck my pussy." She thought for a moment. "So a pussy must feel better."

"Most men think so, honey. Devon, will have to work extra hard to please the men in the club."

Devon felt crushed. Mr. Hatch had said that May was more important than him. His daddy had wanted her. He had never tried to use his dickie on Devon, yet she said he had done to her twice.

"Keep sucking, Devon," May encouraged. "It feels really good." To her father she asked, "Is that why there aren't any other boys in the club?"

"No. It's just that we haven't known any prospective members with sons." Mr. Hatch pressed another inch of the dildo into Devon's rectum. He grunted into her dripping pussy at the first stab of pain. A moment later, the pain slackened, though he still felt as though a huge turd were stuck in his butt. He wondered how much Mr. Hatch's cock would hurt when he stuck it in there.

Mr. Hatch started moving the dildo in a wide circle, trying to stretch the boy's sphincter. It hurt a little once in a while, but mostly he didn't mind it. Though his neck ached from holding it up to her pussy, Devon kept sucking on it. He wasn't getting any thick goo anymore, so he figured he had eaten all of his daddy's spunk.

Mr. Hatch slid the dildo out of Devon's ass. "You're ready for the bigger one, I think."

Devon's butt hole felt like it was hanging open. He squeezed the muscle and felt it slowly close. Mr. Hatch returned with the bigger dildo, this one nearly half the thickness of an adult's cock. He pressed it against the boy's anus and said, "Push out against it like you're trying to shit on it."

When Devon pushed out with his muscles, Mr. Hatch pressed forward, sending three inches [7½ cm] of the rubber cock inside him. It only hurt a little bit. His ass felt warm and stretched.

"You'd better go spend some more time with his dad. I'll be at least a half hour yet."

May stood. "Okay."

Mr. Hatch left the dildo in Devon's bottom and stood. "Suck my cock again."

Devon moved to his knees, grateful to get to change positions. His neck and hips ached. It felt strange to move with a rubber dickie in his butt. He didn't hesitate to start licking the purple knob on the end of his dickie. It oozed some clear stuff, but he liked its salty taste. When he took the knob inside his mouth, Mr. Hatch again said, "Watch your teeth."

Devon tried to keep them covered with his lips. Mr. Hatch's dickie seemed so strange, sticking way out from his hairy body. It seemed alive, like a pulsing snake. He could tell the man was enjoying himself, and that seemed very important to Devon. It was like May had said – sex was grown-up stuff. It was fun and scary and naughty.

Mr. Hatch said, "You've gotten me so turned on that I've got to have your ass, Devon." He walked to the middle of the mattress and stacked three pillows. "Lay on your stomach with your cock right in the middle of that stack of pillows."

Devon knee-walked over to the pillows, his limp dickie swaying back and forth. He paused before laying on the pillows, looking up at the man with one eyebrow raised. "Like this?"

"Yeah. It'll make your butt stick up." As Devon moved into position, Mr. Hatch gently pulled the dildo from the boy's ass. A moment later, he inserted two fingers. Besides grunting a little, he got no response from the supine boy. "Spread your legs wider, honey."

Despite his fear, Devon smiled at the man's affectionate use of the word "honey." His mom was the only other person that called him that. He spread his legs as wide as he could. He felt the scratchy hairs from the man's legs as he moved into position, his fingers still twisting and prodding deep inside his rectum.

"You be a good boy now, Devon. It's okay to cry and make some noise, but don't beg me to stop, okay?"

"Okay," he said in a tight voice.

"That's my boy," Mr., Hatch said, patting his slender buttocks. "You have a beautiful ass, Devon."

"As nice as May's?"

"Maybe nicer. But don't tell her that. Wouldn't want to hurt her feelings. I'm going to love fucking you. Ready?"

"I g-g-guess so 3;"

He closed his eyes as he felt the hot cock touch a place high on the back of his thigh. It slid up into his crack. Mr. Hatch was guiding it with one hand. The other hand pressed hard into the mattress near Devon's ear. He felt the blunt cock wedge up against his butt hole.

"Don't fight it and it will hurt a lot less, Devon. Push back against it like you're trying to get rid of a great big turd. Okay?"

"What if I poop on you?"

"Don't worry about it. Everything that happens from here out will be a lot of fun for me. Ready?"

"Yes."

Despite his promise to himself not to scream, when the cock forced his sphincter open, a shriek exploded from him. His eyes filled with tears before he even thought about crying. It was as though giant claws had reached into his butt and tore it wide open. He beat his hands on the mattress and tried to scrabble away with his arms and legs.

Devon was not Mr. Hatch's first boy. He had Devon pinned with his cock and with one hand pressed solidly into the small of the boy's back. The writhing felt delicious on his glans, which was firmly squeezed by the 8 year old's virgin sphincter.

"Relax, baby," he growled. Devon heard his deep voice and managed to stop his struggles. It hurt less that way. Neither of them moved for over a minute. Mr. Hatch let go of his cock and took the weight of his other hand off the boy's back. He placed a hand on either side of the boy's head. Leaning down, he brought his stubbly face against Devon's tear-streaked cheek. "You did it, baby. The worst is over."

"Really?"

Mr. Hatch groaned. "You make me feel so good, baby." He groaned again and wiggled his hips a little. The effect on Devon's rectum was like a miniature earthquake, sending small ripples of pain up through his body. He whimpered. Still, he felt proud of himself. He had pleased Mr. Hatch. Maybe the man would say good things to his daddy.

"I'm going to work it in really slow. Try to push your butt up against me."

Persistently the man pressed himself forward, wiggling his hips in small circles. Both man and boy grunted repeatedly as he gained full penetration. After nearly two minutes, Devon felt Mr. Hatch's balls laying heavily against his own balls. The scratchy hair tickled him, but the whole experience was too intense for him to laugh. His fists pressed against the mattress, and his knees occasionally fought to get a better grip. Then Mr. Hatch relaxed his hairy body against Devon's tender back.

At first Devon was afraid he'd be smothered, but after a moment he realized he could breathe just fine. It was like the man held him in a giant bear hug. The only difference between this and a bear hug was the 7 inch [18 cm] cock that filled his bottom. There was something about having the man looming over him and the deep pressure put inside him by the man's cock. It felt good. Not the same kind of good like when Mr. Hatch had played with his dickie. But it was a secure sort of good. He felt very close to the man.

Mr. Hatch began a slow and shallow thrusting, knowing that if he tried long deep thrusts he could damage the boy's rectum. It felt gratifying each time his balls slapped against the tender flesh. He knew it would be a short fuck. He was amazed at how aroused this boy had made him. Until he had gotten inside Devon, he had assumed he would find it less appealing than the handful of girls in the club.

He felt a tightening in his torso and knew that he would soon pump a copious spending into Devon's rectum. He arched his back and grabbed the boy's ear lobe between his lips, his breath exploding into Devon's ear like a stormy surf. Then, as his mind's eye exploded into brightness, he released the ear lobe and raised his head, arching his back and pressing his cock home. The spasms seemed to go on and on, each one sending him slightly less forcefully toward animal ecstasy.

Then he collapsed. And Devon's earlier fears were realized – he couldn't breathe. He struggled until Mr. Hatch returned to his senses. Then the man rolled onto his side, bringing the boy with him. Mr. Hatch reached down to touch the place where his cock disappeared inside the boy.

"Oh, Devon. That was the best fuck of my entire life." His wet kisses tickled the 8 year old's neck and ear.

Devon felt exhilarated. He had done it. Not only had he taken the huge dickie inside his butthole, but he had made Mr. Hatch happy. As he lay there on his side, his butt hole still full of dickie, Mr. Hatch started to rub his limp little dickie. At first he thought it tickled. A second later, as his dickie started to grow, it felt wonderful. Mr. Hatch was squeezing and rubbing and doing all the right things to bring pleasure to his dickie.

Once when he was afraid the man was going to stop, he said, "That feels nice, Mr. Hatch."

"In a minute, it's going to feel even better."

His fingertips pumped on the thin 2 inch [5 cm] shaft. Devon didn't think anything could possibly feel better than the tingling in the tip of his dickie. "What do you mean?" he asked innocently.

A moment later the tingling got stronger. And stronger. It was no longer just tingling at the tip of his dickie – the tingling seemed to be coming from inside him somewhere, somewhere between his dickie and balls. It kept spreading and getting stronger. Suddenly he was scared. "Stop. Please stop!" He didn't even care that earlier Mr. Hatch had told him not to ask him to stop. His hands clutched at the man's powerful hand. Protectively he brought his knees up.

It was like he had stuck his dickie in a light socket. Not once, but five, six, seven times. Suddenly, it was gone. Mr. Hatch still held his dickie but he was no longer pumping it. He relaxed his arms and legs, feeling exhausted.

"That was quite an orgasm, kiddo."

"Orgasm?"

"When you're older, you'll shoot spunk out."

"It hurt 3; I think 3;"

"That's because you were scared. It's the best thing anyone can feel, Devon. Tonight you try it by yourself. You'll see what I mean."

"I think I have to poop," he said suddenly.

"There's a bathroom just over there," he said, pointing to a doorway. Devon slowly lifted himself off Mr. Hatch's softening dickie. Feeling like it was wide open, he grabbed his cheeks with both hands and rushed toward the door. He made it to the toilet in time. He carefully wiped the slick maw of his distended anus.

When he emerged, Mr. Hatch was dressed. His daddy and May were also downstairs and fully dressed. He covered his dickie with his hand, feeling embarrassed to be naked when they were all dressed. May laughed. "We've all seen your cock, Devon."

His cheeks burned as he quickly gathered his clothes and got dressed. Mr. Hatch shook his daddy's hand and said, "Welcome to the club."

"Thanks. Wish I didn't have that long haul up the eastern seaboard. I'll be gone for three weeks."

"We'll miss you. And we'll miss Devon." He tousled the boy's hair. Devon smiled. He liked Mr. Hatch.

In the car, his daddy said, "Are you okay, Devon?"

"I'm fine daddy."

"Do you like Mr. Hatch?"

"Yes. He's really nice. Are we going to visit him again?"

"I think so. Is that okay with you?"

"Sure. May really liked you, too."

"Buddy, you know this has to be a secret."

"I know."

"I mean it, Devon. You can't tell anyone else or we'll all be in big trouble."

"I won't tell anyone, Daddy."

Mr. Sawyer clamped his hand on the boy's slender thigh. "Good boy."

***

His daddy left in his 18 wheeler the next day. Devon jacked off every night. It felt really good. But he kept thinking about Mr. Hatch's big cock. His daddy didn't come home that weekend. By the second weekend, Devon could think of little else except Mr. Hatch. He wanted to spend time with him.

On the second Saturday after his daddy joined the club, Devon pulled a chair over to the counter in the kitchen and climbed on it so he could reach the phone book. He wasn't very good with the alphabet, so it took him a long time to find the Hatch's. He knew Mr. Hatch's first name was Karl. He carefully dialed the number, his heart pounding against his rib cage. A woman answered. "Hello. Is May there, please?" he asked using his best manners.

A moment later May said, "Hello," in her gritty voice.

"Hi, May. It's Devon Sawyer."

"Hi, Devon. How are you?"

"Um 3; okay, I guess."

There was a long pause.

May asked, "Are you still there?"

"Uh, yes. I was just wondering what you were doing this weekend. Haven't seen you for a while."

"Just hanging around 3; you know. Is your daddy home yet?"

"No," he said, not trying to mask his disappointment. Even though he was scared, he felt a tingle in his dickie.

"Well, I've got to go. It was nice talking to you, Devon. Bye."

"Bye." He hung up the phone and sighed in disappointment. He went into the living room to watch cartoons.

About 10 minutes later the phone rang and his mommy answered it. She came into the living room where he was watching Pinkie and the Brain trying to take over the world.

"It's Mr. Hatch, May's father. She is having some friends over this afternoon and wanted to know if you want to come. I don't remember you ever playing with her before. Do you want to go?"

Devon's mind worked fast. Would Mr. Hatch have sex with him again? What about May? What would she do without his daddy there to fuck her. He felt a knot of excitement in the pit of his stomach.

"Well, do you want to go? Mr. Hatch is still on the phone waiting for your answer. He says he can pick you up in a half an hour."

"Can I go?"

"It's okay with me. He said he'd bring you back home about 9:00. That means you won't get to bed by 9:30 like usual, but I guess that won't hurt anything."

"Thanks, Mom."

"You go take a shower and put on clean underwear. I won't have you going out smelling like a sewer rat."

"Oh, Mom," he said in mock protest. He did want to get cleaned up in case he got to play sex stuff with Mr. Hatch again. It would be embarrassing to have Hershey stains in his shorts.

His hair was still wet when Mr. Hatch pulled up out front. Devon stood at the living room window watching. He called, "They're here."

She came into the living room, wiping her hands on a checkered dishtowel. "You sure seem excited about going."

"Yeah. It'll be fun," he said, careful not to make her suspect anything.

He opened the door just before May could ring the doorbell. "Hello, May,v he chirped cheerily.

"Hi, Devon. My daddy said to ask if it was okay for you to come with us to Holcome Lake."

He turned to his mom and asked, "Can I?"

"Yes. Run and get your swimsuit while I get a towel and some sunscreen."

He returned to the door before his mother. "Aren't we going to play sex stuff?" he asked, feeling a little disappointed to go swimming. It was a strange thought – being disappointed about going swimming because normally he loved to swim.

May whispered, "Boy, are you ever." They shared a big smile as his mother came up.

She handed the towel to him and said, "Goodbye, Devon. Be a good boy."

Just then Mr. Hatch, who had wondered what was taking so long, came on to the porch. "Hello, Mrs. Sawyer. It's a pleasure to see you again."

"Hello," she said returning his smile. "Call me DeeDee."

"We'll we'd like to barbecue on the beach. There's a group of us who are staying at Peter Visser's place. We'd sure like to keep Devon all night. If that's okay with you."

"I don't know 3;"

"Can I Mom?" He tried not to jump up and down. He hoped he would get to sleep with his body pressed against Mr. Hatch's hairy tummy.

"Get your pajamas and toothbrush. And clean clothes for tomorrow. Do you know where your backpack is?"

In the car, Mr. Hatch said, "May told me you called. That was nice of you. Made me think maybe you were bored and looking for some excitement."

"Yes, sir," he said, averting his head in shyness.

"You'll like Mr. Visser's house," May said. "It's got a dock you can dive from and there's never any other people around. Plus, he has a fenced in swimming pool, a ping pong table, and a whirlpool and a sauna."

Devon didn't know what a whirlpool or sauna were, but he was excited. "What's Mr. Visser like?"

"He's nice."

"Devon, today May is going shopping with her mother, so she can't join in our game. I'll need you to duck down in the back seat and hide until after we are out of sight of my house. Okay?"

Devon ducked down as they pulled in front of Hatch's house. May called goodbye to him and closed the door. "Don't get up till I tell you to, Devon."

"Yes, sir," he said obediently. He was worried about not having May along. He had assumed Mr. Hatch would play with him and Mr. Visser would play with May.

"Okay, Devon. Climb into the front seat next to me."

The drive to Holcome Lake took nearly two hours. Mr. Visser came out to the car to greet them. He offered Devon his hand to shake. His handshake was soft and long. Devon felt as though they were holding hands. Mr. Visser stood about 6' 2" [1.85 m] tall and was slender. He had gray hair, though he didn't seem much older than Mr. Hatch. He had metallic blue eyes and a hawkish nose. His voice was warm and gentle and he looked at Devon with a comfortable, curious gaze.

"You are a very beautiful boy, Devon."

"Thank you, sir," he muttered, feeling his cheeks burn.

Mr. Visser bent down and kissed the top of his head, embarrassing him further.

"Come on to the pool." He led the way around to the back of the house.

A speed boat was docked at the lake. The house was situated in a private cove. An 8 foot [2½ m] wooden fence towered over them on one side. He opened the gate and led them into his private pool. Devon had never seen such nice things, and he felt intimidated. The pool was kidney shaped. The whirlpool was built in to one side. A small changing house stood against the high wall.

He led them to a row of chaise lounges and said, "I'll get something for us to drink.. You guys make yourselves comfortable. Oh, there's sunscreen in the pool house. It's in the cupboard next to the shower."

Mr. Hatch sat down on a lounge and took off his shoes. "Well, Devon, what do you think of Mr. Visser?"

"He seems very nice, Mr. Hatch. But not as nice as you."

He pulled Devon close. "What a dear boy you are, Devon. And so sexy. Devon, you and I are going to have lots of fun together today," he said as he pulled the boy's tee shirt upward. Devon lifted his arms to make it easier to remove. Mr. Hatch unsnapped his shorts and pushed them to the boy's ankles. "What I was wondering is how you feel about having some fun with Mr. Visser, too."

Devon sucked in his breath and looked down as Mr. Hatch stripped his underwear off. His little dickie bounced a couple times. He had already figured that was going to happen. "If you want me to."

"Good boy," he said, taking the inch and a half [4 cm] long penis between thumb and forefinger. Despite the heat, Devon shivered. "You like that, don't you?"

"Yes, sir." He opened his eyes.

Mr. Hatch released his little erection. "Why don't you swim for awhile?"

Devon smiled. He ran to the pool and did a cannonball. When he resurfaced, he gasped for breath. The water felt warm. When Mr. Visser returned with a tray and three tumblers with cola and ice in them. He wore a bikini-style suit. Devon stared at the man's bronze, lithe body. Unlike his daddy and Mr. Hatch, Mr. Visser carried no excess weight. His v-shaped chest had a matting of golden hair, and his legs were hairy. His stomach was flat and hairless. His white swim suit barely covered his bulging genitals. Mr. Visser saw him staring and waved, embarrassing Devon. Ten minutes later, Mr. Visser called, "Devon, come on out and have a drink with us."

Devon scrabbled out and shyly approached the men, trying to cover his dickie with one hand without being obvious about it.

Mr. Visser said, "Devon, you are so very pretty. Especially your shapely little butt." Devon smiled. That was sort of what Mr. Hatch had said about him two weeks earlier. Devon turned to show his buttocks to the man, even bending to stick it out a little and wiggling it.

Mr. Visser looked in dismay at Mr. Hatch. "You sure he's only done it once?"

"Just once. But, he's a natural, seemed to know just how to relax his sphincter."

Devon wasn't sure what they were talking about, but he was sure that they were saying nice things about him. He straightened again and watched the men expectantly.

"Hell, and I thought we were going to have to get him drunk."

"Daddy lets me drink sometimes," Devon offered hopefully. Drinking was only supposed to be for adults. It was full of mystery to him.

"Well, we've got all night. Maybe after dinner you can have a little drink."

"Swell!" He bounced in his excitement. When he realized both men were watching his dickie bounce up and down, and he blushed.

"But for that to happen, you will have to make us both very happy."

Devon nodded.

"Do you know what that means?"

Devon could see that Mr. Visser's dickie had grown so much that it extended all the way over to his hip. The skimpy suit bulged as though his big dickie would burst through it. He knew that meant Mr. Visser wanted to do sex things.

"Yes, like the stuff we did before," Devon said eagerly. He could feel his own dickie getting heavier. He looked down and saw it pointing straight up at him. He couldn't help but touch it. At first he did it to cover himself, but it tingled so nicely beneath his fingertips that he didn't want to let go. He kept glancing at the bulge in Mr. Visser's swimming suit.

"Devon, would you like to come and sit on my lap?"

Without hesitation, he padded over to Mr. Visser and hopped on his lap.

He felt the cock pressed against his thigh and looked down as the man's strong arms enveloped him. He squirmed to position his buttocks more comfortably across his hairy thigh. Mr. Visser leaned close to his ear and inhaled loudly.

"You smell good."

His soft voice excited Devon. Any reservations he had had about spending time with the man vanished. He knew Mr. Visser was a nice man. Nicer even than Mr. Hatch. And his body was more slender and muscular than Mr. Hatch. Not that he didn't like Mr. Hatch. He still couldn't believe how hairy Mr. Hatch was. It was exciting to him, and even as he contemplated touching Mr. Visser's dickie, he looked forward to pressing his butt and back against Mr. Hatch's hairy belly.

There was a thrumming in his head that he was too inexperienced to recognize as lust. He closed his eyes briefly as Mr. Visser slid one huge palm from Devon's shoulder down to his hip. He leaned his head against the man's chest and was surprised at how fast it rose and fell. The man's heart pounded in his ear.

"Wow," he gasped as Mr. Visser, using his most delicate touch, brought his fingertips around the boy's bluish glans. Mr. Visser's wet lips caressed his neck just below his ear, tickling a little, but not so much that he had to giggle. The fingers on his dickie maintained a very light motion, like the beating of a butterfly's wings. Never before had he felt anything so good.

"I like you very much, Devon. I want to be your lover."

He knew that was something men and women said to each other. Had the good feelings coming from his dickie been less, he might have laughed with delight. Instead he murmured and tilted his head to give Mr. Visser's lips better access to his neck.

"Let's go to my bedroom so we can be more comfortable."

"Okay."

Mr. Visser lifted him and, like a bride across the threshold, carried Devon into the house. He looked back over his shoulder and asked, "What about Mr. Hatch?"

"Do you want him to join us?"

"I just thought 3; will he be lonely?"

"I want you all to myself for awhile. How about if he joins us later?"

"Yeah!" he said enthusiastically, wanting to spend some time alone with Mr. Visser, too.

Mr. Visser carried him through the living room and up the curved staircase. At the top, he went down a short hallway. He took Devon to a room brightened by windows in the ceiling. Devon had never seen such a thing. The bed was king sized with a canopy over it. Ropes and handcuffs dangled from the head and foot boards. A shelf ran the length of one side of the bed. Above the shelf a wall-long mirror made the room seem immense. Mr. Visser leaned forward and set the naked boy in the center of the bed.

"There's a mirror up there," he said, pointing to the ceiling. Mr. Visser smiled down at him, admiring the skinny boy's exposed and aroused body. "Wow. What are the handcuff for?" he asked, totally unafraid.

"Sometimes when I play I like to put my partner totally within my control. Don't worry. I won't tie you up."

"I wasn't worried. Is it fun to be tied up?"

"Some people think so. Maybe some day we'll find out if you like it."

"But if you get an itch, how do you scratch it?"

"You don't."

"Oh."

Mr. Visser took his bathing suit off and his cock sprang upward, looking like an angry monster coming from a sea of pubic hairs. A long clear stream of something dangled from its one eye. Devon giggled.

"What's funny?" the man asked, uncomfortable with undressing for someone and having him laugh.

"Your dickie looks like a huge monster! And it's drooling!"

"A monster. I was hoping you'd find it so beautiful that you'd want to kiss it."

"I do," he said, sitting up.

"You do what? Think it is beautiful or want to kiss it?"

"Both."

"Devon, you have such a beautiful body that I want to explore it. How about if you lay back on the bed and let me touch you?"

Devon giggled again and lay on his back with his legs parted.

Mr. Visser surprised him by bringing his mouth to the boy's stomach and kissing it wetly. Devon clutched at his head, giggling helplessly. "That tickles!"

Mr. Visser smiled. "You think that tickles?"

"Uh-huh."

"Well, how about this?" He then grabbed one of Devon's elbows and used his leverage to pull the kids arm aloft. Then he plunged his head into the boy's armpit and blew a raspberry. Devon's body came to life. He drew his knees in and rolled onto his side away from Mr. Visser. Mr. Visser immediately grabbed a slender butt cheek in each hand and pulled them apart as he brought his tongue into his cleft.

Surprised, Devon stopped giggling. He rose up and tried to look back at Mr. Visser. All he could see was the man's hair. Then he felt a special tingle on his poop hole and knew it was Mr. Visser's tongue.

After a moment the man lifted his head. "You don't seem to be ticklish down here."

"It feels good, though."

"Want me to do it some more?"

"Yeah!"

"Then roll onto your back and pull your knees up."

Devon grabbed his thighs and pulled his knees to each side of his chest, just like he had done for Mr. Hatch a couple weekends ago. Mr. Visser gazed down appreciatively. Devon saw the man's dickie twitch. It looked more red than red could be. He decided it was purple. Thick veins bulged just beneath the skin of his dickie. His balls, mostly hairless, were pulled into a tight knot that seemed the size of a softball. Mr. Visser's crotch had the same sort of smell as Mr. Hatch's, but it wasn't nearly as strong. Devon wanted to put his face to Mr. Visser's crotch and sniff, but he was afraid to ask.

He also wondered if it would hurt when Mr. Visser put it in his butt. Mr. Hatch had told him that the first time hurt the worst. But instead of sticking his dickie in Devon's butt, he stuck his tongue there. Devon tried to hold his head up to watch as the man's mouth was glued to his butt hole, but his neck got a cramp, so he lay it back down on the bed. Mr. Visser's nose tickled his little balls, rolling them within their slackened sac.

As he continued to swirl and prod his tongue, Mr. Visser took the boy's 2 inch [5 cm] erection into his grasp. Devon rolled is head from side to side, amazed at how good his whole body felt. Time seemed to stand still.

Suddenly Mr. Visser moved his mouth from Devon's anus to his rigid cock. The man's tongue curled around the slender stalk as he sucked powerfully. Devon felt his insides begin to constrict as rapidly reached a climax. Having been taught how to orgasm by Mr. Hatch and having practiced often by himself, the build-up and release of pressure no longer frightened him. Despite being bent in half, his body bucked from the powerful surges of energy from his dry testes. He released is grip on his thighs and grabbed Mr. Visser's short hair.

It was only after the man lifted his head to release Devon's cock that the boy realized Mr. Visser had two fingers buried deep inside his poop hole. Devon was afraid for a moment, because he didn't understand the man's hard, intense stare.

Mr. Visser, his eyes glassy and his breath exploding across Devon's face in ragged bursts, said, "Baby, I need you so bad 3;"

"What do you mean?" Devon asked quickly, staring up into the man's contorted face.

"I have to cum!"

Mr. Visser's voice was gruff, but Devon realized it was from desire and not anger. He smiled, then winced as Mr. Visser's fingers stretched him just beyond the boundary between comfort and pain. He couldn't believe that he was so important to the man.

Devon was confused by the Mr. Visser's almost pleading tone. Didn't he know that he could do anything he wanted? He was the grown-up, after all.

"Do you still want me to kiss it?" he asked, remembering their earlier conversation when he had almost hurt Mr. Visser's feelings by laughing and calling his dickie a monster.

"I want to fuck you."

The fingers in his anus worked almost harshly. To Devon, the man seemed to be losing control. He liked the thought. Still, he wasn't sure what the man wanted him to say. That is was okay to put his dickie in his poop hole? That couldn't be it because Mr. Hatch had already told Mr. Visser that he did it to Devon. Mr. Visser must know that it was okay. He thought that's why they were in the bedroom and naked.

Finally, he said, "Okay."

Mr. Visser's fingers came out in a flash and he began smearing stuff on his dickie. "I don't want to hurt you, honey."

"It only hurt a little with Mr. Hatch 3;"

"I'll try to go slow, baby," Mr. Visser growled as he hastily brought his penis to the upturned ass.. "Here goes," he said, and he began to press himself inward.

With his legs spread wide, Devon's instinctive need to squeeze his sphincter to keep the invader out was easily thwarted. The glans went inside almost immediately. Devon's body convulsed once from the sharp pain of initial penetration. After a moment, he remembered to push out with his muscles and the pain lessened.

Despite his lust, Mr. Visser carefully studied the boy's face to make certain he wasn't causing any undue pain. He expected to wait several minutes, his glans just inside the boy's anus, for the kid to relax and accept his cock. Instead, it took only a few seconds for the boy to get enough control to look up and smile at him. The fact the kid was so horny, such a natural, made his lust even stronger. He slowly pressed forward, not stopping until he felt his balls pressed against the boy's stretched buttocks.

The last two inches [5 cm] seemed to have produced an extra tension in the boy. He grunted and moaned and his face remained in a wince. "You okay?"

"I think so," Devon said bravely. It felt like the dickie went in too deep. He gritted his teeth and resolved himself to be brave and make Mr. Visser as happy as possible. "Go ahead and shoot your stuff inside me."

"Don't worry, I won't last long." He rocked his hips rather than thrusting as he would have done with a larger orifice. The pressure on his balls was too much, and within a couple minutes, he was clawing the mattress on either side of the boy's ears as his cock and hips bucked around like an unmanned firehose.

Devon tried not to complain as the man went into his orgasm; however, there was pain deep inside his bowels. There were tears in his eyes and he was afraid Mr. Visser might see them. But the man, exhausted, collapsed on top of the 8 year old boy. Devon felt his muscular chest pressed against his cheek. He released his legs, which were getting cramps, and lay there with the man's full weight pinning him. The pain in his bottom went away as soon as Mr. Visser stopped thrusting, even though he was still fully inside the boy.

After several minutes, the man slid off his body. He gently stroked Devon's cheek as he slowly eased his cock from the distended anus. "I hurt you, didn't I?'

"A little," Devon admitted, "But it's not your fault. It's just that your dickie is so-o-o-o big."

Mr. Visser laughed with delight and kissed Devon's nose. "You are a very special boy, Devon."

"Thank you, Mr. Visser," he said earnestly.

"Well, I imagine you are going to want to sit on the toilet for awhile. Then let's join Mr. Hatch at the pool. I'd guess he's pretty lonely by now."

Mr. Visser was right. Devon sat on the toilet and waited for his cramps to pass. It was more uncomfortable than the sex had been. When he emerged from the bathroom, he found Mr. Visser, still naked, waiting patiently. Devon was very tired, but he didn't complain.

Mr. Hatch lay in the sun reading a magazine. He sat up as soon as he saw them approach.

"Hi, Mr. Hatch," Devon called. He felt perfectly comfortable with being naked. His poop hole throbbed with each beat of his heart, but he was starting to get his energy back. He wanted to rub against Mr. Hatch's hairy body.

"Come here my dear boy and tell me what you and Mr. Visser did together."

He held his arms out and Devon climbed up into his lap. Mr. Hatch still wore his shorts, but Devon boldly reached down to check the man's lap. He was pleased to find a very big and very hard dickie beneath the cotton shorts. He squeezed it.

"I see Mr. Visser didn't tire you out too badly."

"Actually, I did," Mr. Visser said, standing idly by. "He just recovers quickly."

"When it comes to sex, there isn't anything my little Devon doesn't do well." His fingers explored the moist crack. Devon pushed his butt back against Mr. Hatch's hand when he felt a fingertip touch his anus. Mr. Hatch slid his finger right inside. "I can tell that you fucked him. His asshole is as wide open as my wife's cunt."

"He seems a lot hornier than your wife 3;"

"That's the truth, thank God." He inserted a second finger. "Devon are you too sore to let me fuck you?"

"I don't think so." The finger felt good because he felt itchy back there. He grabbed the thick lump in Mr. Hatch's shorts.

"Then get down so I can get undressed."

"Are we going to do it here? Outside?"

"Why not?" Mr. Visser interjected. "Except for airplanes, we're invisible to the rest of the world."

Mr. Hatch stood to strip naked. He grabbed a beach towel and spread it out on the pool deck. He sat on the towel and leaned back against the wall in a sitting position, his legs splayed out before him. "Come and give me a kiss," the man said, extending his hand toward Devon. The boy smiled. Mr. Hatch looked like a grizzly bear sitting there with his hairy chest and a big furry tummy. His dickie pointed straight up.

Devon knelt next to the man and Mr. Hatch took Devon's head in both hands. Devon prepared to kiss the man's cheek like he did his mommy's. Instead, Mr. Hatch guided his head down to his crotch. Devon giggled and licked the fiery tip.

"Slobber all over it. Your hole is already pretty slick, but a little extra lubrication never hurts." Devon noisily complied with the request. As he knelt with his face in Mr. Hatch's crotch, Mr. Visser sat down and started to rub Devon's dangling balls. He liked the way that felt. It seemed like whenever Mr. Visser touched him, his body tingled with good feelings.

"Okay, kid. Climb on."

Devon raised his head, one eyebrow higher than the other and asked, "What do you mean?"

"Climb on and ride me like a horsy."

Mr. Visser said, "Straddle his hips and lower yourself onto his cock. I'll help guide it inside you."

Devon was surprised to see Mr. Visser take Mr. Hatch's dickie in his fist. It didn't seem right for the two men to touch each other. He got into position and began lowering himself. When he felt the cock touch his balls, Mr. Visser said, "Lift up a little so we can get aligned."

When he lowered his buttocks again, the blunt tip connected right on his swollen anus. He lowered a little further, biting his lip in concentration, and his anus opened up to accept Mr. Hatch's dickie. It didn't hurt at all going in from this position. He looked down and saw a look of pure delight on Mr. Hatch's face. The man took Devon's slender hips in his meaty hands to steady the boy and to encourage his descent upon the cock.

When at last the boy's full weight rested on Mr. Hatch's crotch, he noticed that Mr. Visser now sat back at a comfortable distance to watch. "Go to it, boy. Make him cum," Mr. Visser said.

Devon lifted his hips a little and started making the friction that the men had provided before. He didn't mind doing the extra work, though, because this felt better on his poop hole. Besides, it felt kind of cool to be in charge of the fucking. He could go fast or slow, and he could decide how long the strokes were.

Devon's cock brushed against Mr. Hatch's round belly. The first time he noticed it, the man's coarse hair scratched the sensitive glans. The second time he noticed it, it felt wonderful. He altered his hip motion to enhance the contact between his dickie and Mr. Hatch's tummy.

Just as his legs were getting tired, Mr. Hatch grabbed his hips and started to assist him with the pumping of his hips. Each time his hips raised up, it felt as though his insides were going to be pulled out on the pool deck. He could tell by the look on Mr. Hatch's face that he was going to shoot his white stuff really soon. Devon liked watching that look cross the men's faces. During the sex play, they went from being adults who knew how to do everything right to being out-of-control human brutes. The look of pleasure as it crossed their faces, was as contorted as pain would have been. And it was Devon who made them feel that way.

"Oh, God Devon, don't stop," Mr. Hatch yelled as his orgasm came. Devon knew not to stop during the orgasm, but he didn't say so. When Mr. Hatch's face and hips finally went limp, Devon allowed himself to stop moving. Keeping Mr. Hatch's dickie deep inside his bottom, he lay against the man's chest. Mr. Hatch gently stroked the boy's hair.

After laying in the hot sun for a while, Devon said, "I'm tired."

Mr. Visser stood over the still-joined couple. Devon looked up at his dangling cock. "You could go take a nap while I fix dinner, if you like. Then maybe you should call your mother to let her know you are having fun and tell her not to worry about you."

"Okay. Maybe after dinner we could swim 3; and I could have a beer."

"We'll see."

Devon went to Mr. Visser's bedroom and lay down on the bed, falling instantly asleep. When he awoke, Mr. Visser and Mr. Hatch were both standing by the bed looking down at him. They were still naked, too.

"Is something wrong?" he asked.

"Dinner's ready. Come on downstairs."

They ate on the pool deck – bratwurst and corn on the cob, and potato chips. Both men had a beer. Much to the boy's disappointment, Mr. Visser gave Devon a Coke.

After dinner they went indoors to play pool. The men insisted that Devon play, too. Mr. Visser got a chair and Devon stood on it to shoot. Of course, he didn't make a shot, but it felt good to be included in the grown-ups game. At about 8:00 p.m. he called home to tell his mother he was having fun. She asked about May, and without hesitating, he told his mother that she was a lot of fun and that maybe she was his best friend.

After it got dark, they went to the living room. Mr. Visser put on some classical music and they played a checkers tournament. Devon won best of 5 from both men, but he was pretty sure they let him win. As Mr. Hatch and Devon played a final game, Mr. Visser pulled the boy onto his lap and started caressing his chest. Devon rubbed his back against Mr. Visser's torso as he continued to concentrate on the game. But when Mr. Visser started scraping his fingernail across Devon's little titties, the boy closed his eyes, and forgot all about the game.

Mr. Visser pulled the boy back onto the couch so he reclined on top of the man. Mr. Hatch pushed the board away and sat on the floor next to the couch, reaching up to tickle at Devon's private parts. Devon became aroused almost as soon as Mr. Hatch touched him there. It felt so good.

Devon could feel Mr. Visser's penis moving, so he ground his hips against it. "Devon," Mr. Visser said softly into his ear, "Want me to suck your cock like I did before?"

"Oh, yes."

Mr. Hatch said, "It's my turn, old friend."

"You? It was only earlier today you told me you weren't a cock sucker."

"Ah, but for this boy, I'd become anything."

"Really?" Devon asked in surprise. "You like me?"

"Devon," Mr. Hatch scolded gently. "I'm wild for you. You are the best fuck of my entire life."

Devon smiled. A moment later, he gasped as Mr. Hatch's coarse tongue laved around and around his glans. Mr. Visser continued to stimulate his nipples. He kissed and licked the boy's neck and ear. When his breath exploded into Devon's ear canal, the boy shivered. There was no comfortable place to put his restless legs. The intensity of pleasure continued to climb until the boy became uncertain if it was pleasure. But he knew he didn't ever want it to end. He held his breath as long as he could, and then, his voice exploded as the first spasm of his orgasm short-circuited his brain with a white lightning flash of sensation. He used both hands to push Mr. Hatch's face away from his cock as his lower body twitched through the remaining pulses of pleasure.

Mr. Hatch sat back and wiped his mouth with his hand. "The kid's orgasm wasn't all that different from yours and mine."

"Except it was dry, of course."

"He's a hot one, isn't he?"

Their words sounded as though they were a long way off as Devon spaced out. He felt like all the energy had been taken from him, but instead of being weary, he felt peaceful.

Mr. Visser hugged him tighter and said, "We should have waited till after our orgasms to do this. Looks like the little guy is drained."

Devon lifted his head. "No I'm not." Then he got an idea. "Well, I am sort of tired, but I'll bet if I had a beer, I'd wake up."

"You really want a beer, don't you?"

If he drank a beer, he'd really be like a grown-up. His daddy sure loved beer. "Can I? Please?"

Mr. Hatch asked, "Are you willing to work for it?"

He sat up in excitement. "Sure. What do you want me to do?"

"It won't be easy, Devon. You'll have to work really hard."

"Okay."

"You have to suck both of us 3; and swallow our cum."

"Does it taste bad?" he asked, wrinkling his nose.

"You might think so. Does that mean you don't want a beer."

"Is there a lot of it?"

"That's right," Mr. Hatch said to Mr. Visser. "So far we've always cum in his butt, so he's never seen a man shoot his wad."

"It's just a tablespoon, or so. May loves to eat cum. Maybe you will, too."

That made Devon feel a lot better.

"Since we've both cum once today, it will take a lot of work to get us to cum again. Your jaw will probably get really tired."

The men sat right next to each other on bar stools. Devon stood between them. By bending at the waist, he could take all of Mr. Hatch's glans into his mouth. He listened to the man's instructions. He covered his teeth with his lips, used his tongue along the underside of the knob, milked the shaft with one hand, and toyed with Mr. Hatch's balls with the other. The man hadn't showered all day, and his body smelled strongly of sweat and something more pungent. Devon noted the flat, bitter taste on the man's dickie, and realized that it might be the taste of his own poop. He stifled a gag and continued to suck on the fat knob.

Mr. Hatch's hands grasped his head and guided his mouth up and down on his cock. Devon sputtered and gagged, but soon adjusted himself to Mr. Hatch's rhythm. After about 3 minutes, Mr. Hatch said, "Now go work on Mr. Visser's cock."

He spun around and grabbed Mr. Visser's spongy cock, which was about half-erect. He sucked it into his mouth and started doing the same things Mr. Hatch had wanted. After a few minutes, he was traded back to Mr. Hatch. They alternated every few minutes for more than a half hour. Devon's jaw was very sore and he had a little cramp from bending over so long.

He was letting Mr. Hatch's hands work his lips across the glans, when the man said, "It's coming really soon." The man's balls were tight in their hairy pouch. His fist on the shaft of mr. Hatch's cock felt a little pulse and a split second later, hot goo shot into the back of Devon's throat, making him gag. He lifted his head and was pelted in the forehead by the second wad. Mr. Hatch frantically tried to reconnect his cock into the 8 year old boy's mouth, but the rest of his semen splattered on his face. Some of it dripped onto his pubic hairs.

Devon looked up to Mr. Hatch, semen dribbling off his face. "Wow," he said, amazed at the amount and force behind the ejaculation.

"Lick it all up, boy." Devon sucked the cum from Mr. Hatch's pubic hair and licked the shaft clean. "Well done, Devon. Mr. Visser looks kind of anxious, though."

He turned to Mr. Visser, the cum drying on his face, and went to work earnestly. When Mr. Visser grabbed his head and started jabbing out of control, Devon was ready. He kept his mouth on the man's cock throughout the orgasm; however, there was more cum than he could swallow and some slipped out of his mouth as he gasped for breath.

"I guess he earned his beer."

Eagerly, Devon got one from the refrigerator. He only took two sips before he said, "This tastes gross."

The men laughed. "More gross than our cum?"

"Yeah. Lots more gross." He gave the beer to Mr. Visser and had a Coke instead.

At about 11:00 Devon started to yawn and rub his eyes.

"You're pretty sleepy, huh?"

"Usually mom makes me go to bed at 8:30. "

"Then it's off to bed with you."

"Can I stay up a little longer? Please?"

Mr. Hatch said, "It's time for bed, but maybe I could fuck you before we fall asleep."

Devon's poop hole felt a little sore, but he said, "Okay."

Mr. Visser said, "I think I'm all pooped out for tonight, but maybe I could fuck you in the morning before we take you home."

The guest bedroom had a king sized bed. Devon sprawled on it and waited for Mr. Hatch to join him. Mr. Hatch's dickie looked very red but it hung down limply. "You might have to suck on it to get it to stand," Mr. Hatch said. "Kneel down and suck on it."

Devon slid to the floor and took the limp dickie in his hand. He licked it from base to tip several times. When he took it into his mouth and sucked, he felt it become a little firmer. After several minutes, it still wasn't completely hard. Mr. Hatch told him to get up on the bed, and Devon scrambled into place. Mr. Hatch made his erection a little more firm by gripping the base tightly in his fist. He got behind the boy and pressed his cock home.

Devon looked at the clock beside the bed. It was 11:15. He wanted to stay awake until midnight. He'd never done that before. Mr. Hatch started fucking short and deep strokes. Devon could tell that his dickie was completely hard now. Mr. Hatch's body was heavy and hairy. It smelled strongly of body odor and of sex. Devon closed his eyes and felt little tingles in his bottom. Mr. Hatch started fucking him faster and harder. He could feel and hear the man's balls slap against his bottom. The bed springs started to sing. The huge body slammed into him again and again, seeming to go on forever. Mr. Hatch was grunting and his body began to feel damp from sweat.

After what seemed an eternity, Devon opened his eyes and saw the clock.

It was only five minutes to midnight. His bottom burned a little. Still the fucking continued. At five past midnight, Mr. Hatch got up. He got more lubricant from the dresser and rubbed it on his hard cock. "It feels really good but I can't seem to cum. Long as it stays hard, though, I'm going to keep trying."

After mounting the boy, he grabbed his chest and rolled them both onto their sides. At a much slower pace, Mr. Hatch continued to fuck Devon. The boy fell asleep while being fucked. He woke up later and looked at the clock – 3:00. Though Mr. Hatch's cock was still in his butt, the man snored gently. Devon started to move away, thinking it might be nice to go to the bathroom. Mr. Hatch woke in time to hold him impaled on his cock.

"I haven't cum yet." The man again started fucking him. Harder and harder he went. Then he pushed Devon onto his face and the bed springs again began to creak. With a gruff cry, the man pressed himself deep inside the boy and ejaculated.

Devon awoke again at 6:00. Daylight streamed through the window. Mr. Hatch still had his dickie in his poop hole. He wiggled, then got up to go to the bathroom. His butt hole hurt and it felt like he would shit on himself without being able to control it. He sat on the toilet for a long time.

Because he was so sore, Mr. Visser did not try to fuck him in the morning. They all went for a swim, and then went for a ride on Mr. Visser's speedboat. Mr. Hatch dropped him off at home at 10:30.

"See you again soon?"

"Sure," he beamed. Impulsively he leaned over and kissed Mr. Hatch's cheek.

Mr. Hatch said, "Not when someone might see us, Devon. He kissed his own meaty fingers and touched them to Devon's lips. "Don't let your mom find out about us."

***

His daddy came home a couple days later. As they sat at the dinner table his mommy told his daddy about how he'd made friends with a girl named May and even spent the night there last weekend. His daddy looked keenly at him. Later that night his daddy came to tuck him in bed.

"Are we going to visit Mr. Hatch this weekend?"

"Do you want to?"

"Oh, yes."

"Did Mr. Hatch do sex things with you last weekend?"

"Uh-huh. Is that okay, daddy?"

"I guess so." He patted his son's head. "He didn't hurt you, did he?"

"He's very nice, Daddy. He'd never hurt me. I know it."

"Well, I talked to Mr. Hatch on the phone before I came up here. He is busy this weekend, but he told me about another man and his daughter – Jack Sherman. He said if I called, they would have us over for a visit. Want to go?"

"Sure." Devon wondered what Mr. Sherman would be like. He could hardly wait.

The End