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Subject: Young Ballers 9 Thought I was done with this series, but got inspired.Please email me. I love hearing from you guys. Also please find a few bucks to donate to Nifty to ensure that this archive keeps entertaining our cocks for years to come. None of the figures in this story are real people, nor should anyone try to do what’s depicted in this story. It’s just fantasy, so enjoy. ************************************ Sean looked up at the hulking man currently fucking him. His skin was black as coal that glistened from the sweat. He would occasionally feel a cool drop of that sweat drop onto his own 9yo skin. The man had his small ankles in his massive hands, spreading his legs and 4th grade butt wide. The man grunted, swore, and called Sean a little whore. The man’s cock had been thick but thankfully not very long. After 5 years of working for the Service, he now enjoyed the feeling of big jock cock filling his butt. Some of the older boys got hard when they were fucked, he looked forward to that day, but for now his little cock and balls merely flopped around as adults used him. Sean was an orphan, relegated to one foster home after another. Had he not also been a stunningly beautiful Italian boy, he might still be there. His tanned skin and deep dark eyes made him sexy from day one. His mom had dropped him off at a fire station when he was two, apparently unable to accept the responsibility of parenting. It sometimes made him sad, but he was happy to now have a family with a dad and two brothers and to work for the Service. His beauty ensured he was well cared for at home and among the athletes who paid for his ass. The boy ran his hands along the hulking black man’s chest, tweaking his nipples and caressing his abs. Their eyes met, the defense back lost in this 9yo boy’s eyes. “Fuck me harder daddy,” Sean moaned. After five years he knew all the tricks of a high priced whore, how to detect men’s fantasies and fulfill them. “It hurts so much daddy, but I want it bad.” He again moaned. The trick to doing this well, Sean had figured out, was to really mean it. He loved being used by athletic stars, to give them what their wives or own sons could or would not. He loved tasting their perfectly toned bodies, running his little boy tongue all over, giving them intense massages, caring for them, and then becoming their personal fuck toy for a night or longer. The man leaned down and began making out with Sean. This was probably Sean’s favorite position, on his back, his tiny legs attempting to wrap around the man’s waist, all the while making out. The man’s face was now inches from Sean’s, his hot breath on his face as the jock whispered, “fuck, fuck, fuck yes” over and over again as he stared into the boy’s eyes. Sean knew his 9yo ass had the man almost there, squeezing and wiggling at all the right moments. He wanted to keep him just on the edge, to make sure that this black stud’s orgasm built up and drained him well–to give him his (or his team’s) money’s worth. Sean’s head leaned back and his eyes shut, enjoying the feeling of the man’s sweaty body covering his. He thought back to that first induction session at the Service. His new and now current foster family had passed him around for the week before. The dad, his new brothers, the dad AND the brothers used every hole he had, fucking him, bathing him in cum and kisses. Even the week with his new family didn’t prepare him for the training the Service provided. He and a few other boys were trained to deep throat massive black cocks, eat sweaty holes, eat cum from other boys holes properly, and finally how to take cocks almost as big as their arms. They were also given an education on the nasty fantasies most men had: their sons was a big one, domination another. The boys usually were told if they looked like the men’s sons, told the boy’s name even, and of course trained in the most effective use of the word “daddy”. Sean still thinks fondly back to his first job, a toned 20yo quarterback in California. Thankfully he didn’t want a dirty nasty hard fuck. Instead they seemed to almost be on a date with dinner and a movie on his dorm room couch, then a tender lovemaking session that lasted for hours. The young man ate his tiny hole for what seemed like an eternity, something Sean appreciated before he slid his slender 10 inch cock up his little boy butt. Sean didn’t take all 10 inches, but he certainly tried. After the young man came he even ate his own load out of Sean’s hole, a surprise as that concept had yet to be discussed in his training. Of course, now he knew what felching was, and in fact enjoyed doing it a great deal. The young blonde and tanned California stud had then cuddled with him, told him how beautiful he was, and talked about each other, this young pedophile and his Italian beauty of an orphan. “Gonna fuckin’ cum bitch, yeah, you little fucking white boy bitch, take my fucking nasty nigga seed,” the black monster above him screamed as he thrust deep into Sean bringing him from his nostalgic revelry. Don’t get me wrong, Sean loved the tender caring of jocks who used Sean as a surrogate for sons, little brothers, etc; but he also loved when the guy treated him like a plaything, a whore, something to be used. It made him feel powerless and desired at the same time. Sean watched as the football player heaved and tried to catch his breath, his load oozing from Sean’s ass onto the sheets below. Sean waited for a second, making sure his orgasm was complete before scooting down slowly until he came face to face with the man’s drooling angry looking cock. He quickly slipped his mouth over it, to clean it, to taste that yummy adult cum, and to give the man every reason to get hard again. Sean wanted an even angrier nastier fuck, and he knew how to get it out of the man. He was well trained after all. *********************************************************************** The coach had been in the league for decades, yet still was often shocked by post-game locker room scenes of his soccer players. Sure, he’d had his share of whores, little boys, little girls, whatever hole was available, but the scenes of debauchery in a locker room startled him each time for just a moment. It was pretty intense before the Service existed, but now it was even more so with every possible sexual fantasy offered…for a price, a price worth paying to get the best players and ensure they were happy. His players were the finest specimens South America could offer, their bodies toned and smooth, various shades of bronze with looks that earned them a spot on many little girl’s bedroom wall. Even his oldest son had several of their posters, and he had a sneaking suspicion it was for the same reason as the little girls. Even now, one of his players had some young fan on her knees pissing straight down her throat. He was laughing and taunting her, as she was just happy to meet her idol no matter the degradation that faced her. Arnoldo was a sick fuck with the ladies-he knew he’d have her clean his ass and feet with her tongue before he finally fucked her up the butt, call her a whore and dump her outside the locker room. What caught his attention though was two of his goalies, Christian and Alex, naked with their gorgeous bodies still sweaty and dirty from the game. They each had their brown cocks planted deep in the mouth and ass of a little black boy. The coach later found out it was the son of an African player from the opposing team. The coach guessed him to be about 6 or 7, his small mouth stretched around the veiny cock of Christian. Alex had his hands wrapped around the small boys waste, holding him in mid air with his rippling arms and thrusting him back and forth on his cock. Christian laid back and let his bud basically jerk him off with the mouth of this tiny boy. “Fuck yes Alex, fuck this sexy nigger boy. Send him back to daddy with our loads leaking from every hole,” Christian moaned in his sexy broken English. Alex flipped the boy over his legs now flailing along with his tiny little cock. Christian reached down and started twisting the black boys nipples, causing him to moan around his Latino cock, he loved the feel of the vibrations. “Your turn my friend,” Alex offered pulling his thick 8inches from the boys tiny hole and switching with his bud. “Fuck man, you probably stretched him all out if his dad hasn’t already,” Christian complained. “No man, boy was a virgin-his dad promised. So’s my son, that was the bet. Thankfully we won because I wanna break my boy in myslef.” Alex explain as he spread the boy’s mouth open and slid his slimy cock down the little tyke’s throat. “Mmmmm, still tight, thanks bro.” Christian said as he began the steady fuck of this little African boy. He looked down at that beautiful black ass, rubbed it, and then gave it a good smack. The two of them laughed as the boy moaned. The coach was hard, but remembered he had come in for a reason-not to watch some live pedophile porn. He walked on looking for his star forward. He put his head in the showers, but the only one’s there was a defender jerking off while his travel roommate fucked his little girl. He’d scene this many times. Apparently the dude got off watching his teammates fuck his little princess while she moaned for her daddy. He walked on towards the steam room, knowing his star often relaxed in there after games. “Man, I don’t know if its possible. You sure about this?” the coach heard from outside, peeking his curiosity. “I promise it is, saw it in a porn once. Was fucking hot as hell. Can’t wait to see how it feels.” another unknown voice found the coach’s ears. The coach slowly opened the steam room door, always respectful of his players needs not to interrupt them after games. One of his defense-men was laying on the steps of bursa escort the steam room, his cock inside a little white boy-an earlier delivery from the Service. Another one of his players was behind the two attempting to guide his cock alongside his teammates and up inside the young boy. Coach guessed the kid to be about 10, thankfully as getting two huge jock cocks up inside a boy much younger than that took more skill than these idiots apparently had (the coach knew first hand). “Fuck man, i can feel your cock on mine-so fucking hot. Keep pushing.” The player laying down urged. “Nice man, his hole feels ever tighter with your cock inside. Feels as tight as that little tyke I fucked last week in Spain. Ah, fuck man I can feel your cock throbbing. See I told you this would be hot as shit.” The other commented. “I’m so fucking glad I joined this club. I never thought I’d actually get to do some of the depraved shit we do. Fucking awesome man.” The boy was moaning and crying out for them to be gentle. This wasn’t his first double penetration, but they never got easy for a 4th grader. The two players settled into a steady rhythm, enjoying the sensation of their cocks sliding against one another. The player on top leaned in to kiss the boy and then his friend as the trio rutted like animals. Coach wished he could stay, eat those loads out of that American boy ass and then fuck it himself, but duty called. He slipped out carefully and headed to the training room. He had finally found star, Armando, but as I said-sometimes the Coach was shocked. A large black man sat on a training table, his legs spread wide revealing a massive set of balls and thick trunk of a cock sticking straight up. The very tip of that cock was inside a young brown skinned boy being held up by a set of massive hands. He recognized the black man as the star of the African team they had played earlier. Armando was on his knees, his tongue lapping at the black balls and the stream of what the coach assumed was piss leaking from the boy’s hole. Armando was no saint, but the coach had never seen him degrade himself this way. Generally the player would fuck some chick of various ages after the game and then go home to his girlfriend or sons. Here he was licking the sweaty black balls of today’s rival and gulping down the black man’s piss over flowing that little boy’s butt. The coach hated to disturb his star, but the matter was urgent. He cleared his throat to get Armando’s attention. It took a few times, but finally he looked towards to the coach and jogged over totally naked, 9inch cock leading the way, and covered in piss and sweat. “What’s up coach? You need something?” Armando asked. The coach loved that he was always so polite, no hint of ego. He just loved soccer so much, and it showed. “Sorry to interrupt bud, but your ex-wife called and it was urgent,” the coach said, “She had to go visit her mother, she needs you to get your son and take care of him for the night.” “Oh,” he said and smiled,” Already taken care of.” He motioned with his head behind him. It took a second but I finally go this meaning. The boy currently having an arm sized nigger dick shove up in him was his son. “I kinda lost a bet, but its cool, I’ll get him next time.” He explained. “We won though?” the coach said with a confused look on my face. “He scored more than I did. Sucks, thankfully Andre loves this shit. Caught one of my brothers fucking him up the ass about a month ago-kid was begging for more and trying to pull my little brother’s cock in deeper. Fucking fag slut-but hey, I love the kid. I didn’t think I’d lose, and fuck I wanted his son. I’m not normally into little boys, but he adopted this little Arab kid with a amazing brown ass. I just had to have it. Oh well-next time.” The coach nodded, smiled, and motioned for Armando to return to his post game fun. The young boy had half of the black man’s cock inside him, and it looked like that was all that could fit. The African bounced the boy gently as Armando returned to his duties. Apparently part of the bet was the loser had to worship the other’s cock and balls as their son got fucked. If coach had stayed he would have seen an intense fuck of that little Latino boy, his eyes closed and head swaying. The muscular black man fucked furiously into the small child, enjoying his conquest. It was sweet consolation for their loss that he got to fuck his rival’s son, to breed him with his African seed, and to watch as his cum dripped from the hole of the boy and his rival’s lips. The boy was completely out of it and overwhelmed with pleasure and the feeling of massive African cock invading his tiny hole. His uncle had started molesting and fucking him about a year ago and quickly grew to love it, to crave it. It didn’t even phase him when his father caught them, though he was happy his father was amenable to using his little boy for sex. It made his weekend visits much more entertaining. The coach would have also seen his star player eating a gallon of African cum from his little boy’s hole before laying the boy down on the training table and fucking him for himself. Father and son making out, both cleaning the cum and ass covered cock and the African god that controlled them for the afternoon. This locker room fuck was only the beginning for the boy. The African wanted a double fuck of the boy with his father, to fuck the ass of his rival, and he finished off the evening by pissing on his rival and his boy as they made out. Instead coach returned from his office through the locker room. The two in the steam room had cum inside the little boy and were now making out with each other as the boy cleaned up their cocks and massaged their jock bodies. In the showers that little girl was now on the third teammate of her daddy, and her daddy had two big loads down his throat that he ate from her little cunt and couldn’t wait for the third. Apparently his goalies had bred the little black boy and were now pissing on him, watching his pink tongue stick out trying to capture more. Coach returned to his office and fired up his computer. A couple of clicks and the newest video from the Service came up. They always managed to find the most shocking kid sex to send him. He looked down at his desk chair. “You ready buddy?” He asked to the tiny face under his chair, most of the bottom of the chair missing to give the kid easy access. The kid grinned from ear to ear revealing the missing tooth he hoped he’d get a dollar for later that night and then shook his head eagerly. The coach shucked his shorts and jock before sitting down feeling the small child’s breath on his ass and balls. The chair made sure his ass was perfectly spread, and as the little Latino boy began eating out the nasty adult hole above him, the coach began stroking his cock watching the video on the screen, a dirty orgy of black American football players fucking and pissing all over these little middle school jocks. His eyes closed for a moment enjoying the tiny tongue licking from his taint all the way back to his ass and sighed. “Good job son, very good job.” He moaned. “Thank you daddy.” the boy responded lovingly. He loved his daddy and the special games they had always played. ********************************************************************** About two months ago, the Service decided they should give back some to their country. They made hundreds of millions of dollars now catering to the sexual depravity of athletes of all ages and ensuring they stayed out of trouble. The least they could do was give something back to the men who protected their freedoms, even if technically no one was “free” to fuck little kids and prostitutes. Still, success demanded generosity. The board of directors also had a special hatred for the fucktard terrorists around the world who preached slavery to their religion, murdered gays, and yet fucked little boys on a regular basis. The absolute worst kind of hypocrites. A few calls were made to various government organizations and a good will tour was organized for our fighting men and women. More than a few preteen kids greased the wheels (and balls) of government to make it happen. So now in the middle of the desert there were tents with music, fine food, and various other entertainments offered to those virile young men who bore the brunt of the war on terror. The boys chosen for this mission were honored yet had to receive extra special training. Each of the boys was parked all day every day bathing the sweatiest men the Service could find. Black, white, Latino men and older teens sat in saunas and worked out for days to build up the musk the boys would GET to enjoy with our fighting men. At first the young boys powered through the smell and taste, finding it repulsive, but doing their duty, yet after a while the boys grew to appreciate it and eventually hunger for it. They stopped just sucking and caressing the sweaty junk of each man, and began to let their tiny tongues slide along their skin and in the crevices of their thighs, gathering up the sweat and savoring it. The boys notices the men’s cum tasted differently too, more intense, masculine. *** Corporal Curtis Jackson was 20, had enlisted a little over a year ago before even graduating. Every college in the country had courted him, desperately wanting his 6’4 ripped black body to play college ball. They threw him drugs (which he turned down), whores (which he took with a smile), and even more depraved offerings (which he also gladly took). He loved basketball, but his father had served as had his grandfather so he stunned everyone when he enlisted and turned down Division One offerings. His unit walked into the makeshift camp The Service set up. Colorful tents billowing in the breeze, the smell of food and sound of music bursa escort bayan drifting out in the desert. The Corporal dusted himself off and wiped his face, clearing away weeks of sweat and grime. A young boy of 14 came out from a tent, saw them and his face lit up, “Welcome gentlemen, what can we offer you first? dinner? a shower? relaxation? other…needs?” The shaggy haired blonde in skinny jeans and a white t-shirt smirked at the “other needs” portion. The men knew this invitation had been very secretive and suspected what “other needs” meant. Even the most red-blooded American married man used a prostitute from time to time when away from his wife for so long. “Thanks kid, I’d like to just relax for a moment somewhere cool, Have something to drink if you don’t mind,” the corporal said in his soft southern accent. Most of the other men desired a shower or meal. They were all too wary of opting for “other needs” in front of their compatriots. “Excellent. You’re Corporal Jackson right?” The kid asked beckoning the young soldier to follow him. “Yeah, how’d you know? Aren’t you a little young to be working for the USO?” Curtis asked. The boy laughed, “My employers mentioned you, how you gave up an amazing basketball career to enlist. That’s pretty cool. And who said I worked for the USO?” Curtis laughed politely along with the boy, at this point not caring about the details, only getting some rest. The last few weeks were filled with rough terrain and more than their fair share of engagements with small groups of insurgents. The boy stood in front of a soft blue billowing tent, motioned for him to enter. The cold air inside almost stung at first as it hit the layers of sweat on his deeply dark skin. “Wow, it’s fucking cold as hell in here. Feels amazing.” Curtis exclaimed realizing it had been months since he felt air conditioning. “Let me help you with that corporal.” The boy began helping him remove his gear, thankful to be free of the weight. “Hey Steven, bring the corporal some water and a beer.” the boy yelled out. “You can just call me Curtis. I’m in air conditioning and getting beer, let’s leave as much of the military stuff outside as possible.” Curtis said as he sat down, sighing and closing his eyes at feeling comfortable and relaxed for the first time in ages. No worries about getting shot at or keeping his friends safe, no 110 degree sun baking your skin, no fucking sandstorms blowing sand straight up your butt crack. Curtis heard glasses laid on the table and opened his eyes to see an even younger boy, maybe 10, brown hair, deep dark brown eyes, and a slight tan that made Curtis think he was part Latino or something. “This is Steven and I’m Josh,” the older boy introduced himself. Curtis couldn’t help but wonder why these boys were out here. His logical brain surmised they were sons of USO workers or missionaries who helped out soldiers. As he sipped his beer, ice cold and oh so refreshing, he leaned back and closed his eyes. Suddenly he felt hands on his shoulders, kneading into the war weary muscles. His eyes slid open, “Hey boys you don’t have to do that. I’m ok. Thank you though.” Curtis feeling uncomfortable having the boys taking care of him, yet enjoying their ministrations. Josh just smiled and put a finger to Curtis’s lips, essentially telling him to hush. Curtis did, unsure of why he was taking orders from some 14yo skater kid. The two boys massaged his neck and shoulders. Steven was beginning to strip him of his shirt. Curtis tried to protest again, but again the finger came back to his mouth letting him know to stop. Curtis began to wonder if he was suffering from heat stroke and all of this was some weird delusion. Curtis felt the two small soft hands roaming over his arms and chest, releasing months of tension from his muscles. He began to moan at the welcome feeling of relaxation. Then he heard the snap of his pants and a gentle tug on his pant legs. He didn’t even bother with a protest, knowing he’d be told to hush again and actually welcoming a good massage of his legs and feet that had walked hundreds of miles across this fucking desert. Curtis grew embarrassed about the smell and dirtiness he was sure covered his body. “Hey boys, how about that shower and then you can finish the massage? I’m pretty nasty, don’t want you guys to have to…” he was cut off again by the finger on his lips and a smile and shake of the head from Josh. Curtis shrugged, leaned back and closed his eyes. Josh was massaging deep into his pecs and abs, while Steven was deftly releasing tension from his thighs and calves. Curtis realized that these boys were far better at massaging than they should have been. When did Curtis realize something was not exactly traditional about this situation? Hard to say, his logical brain always working to find a logical explanation that didn’t include boy prostitutes. Curtis was no stranger to sex with dudes. They were usually an easier hole to drop a load in without the drama chicks brought. He’d let more than a few dudes blow him, even fucked a former teammate in the ass once after their double date ended with dry dicks and blue balls. During recruiting one of the colleges had given him a 16 and 15yo brother and sister team to persuade him, covering their bases whether their prospective players were straight, gay, or bi. His logical brain gave up though when he felt little Steven’s nose nuzzle into the space between his thigh and underwear clad balls. The 10yo took a long slow sniff as Josh kissed the side of Curtis’s neck. Steven inhaled deeply, letting the sweaty musk of this sexy black man fill his body. His tiny little 10yo cock was hard; he wanted even more. Curtis felt the boy tugging at his underwear, so he lifted his ass to give the boy what he wanted. 9 half hard inches of thick black sweaty cock flopped out into the cool air. Both boys dived into his crotch, their small tongues tracing ever inch, their noses savoring the intense smell. Curtis looked down at them, and they looked like little puppies trying to drink milk. His cock went to full mast in no time, and droplets of precum began gathering on the head. No droplet lasted for long as one of the boys would greedily gobble it up. The last time Curtis had sex was just before being deployed, dropping a load in his now ex girl friend’s butt (didn’t want a baby while being oversees) and then letting this 22yo fag blow him in the airport bathroom. Sure, he’d jerk off occasionally, though that was tough with nothing but spit available and sand everywhere. Josh now had most of Curtis’s cock down his throat, his hands caressing his balls and thighs. Steven pushed Curtis’s legs back a bit revealing his sweaty black ass. The 10yo boy dove in, smearing his face in sweat and funk, his little tongue finding that black butt hole. This was a complete new sensation for Curtis. He’d seen it in porn, but definitely never felt anything like it. It was so dirty and so fucking awesome. “Feel good corporal?” Josh asked as his tongue slid up and down the black man’s shaft. “Fuck yeah dude, you guys are amazing.” Curtis answered still not able to process how depraved these fucking kids were. “Oh we haven’t even gotten to amazing yet,” the kid laughed. Both boys abandoned what they were doing and grabbed one of Curtis’s feet. He watched as each boy knelt there holding onto his feet. Both boys were all smiles as they brought his foot to their mouth, their little tongues licking his toes as their hands intensely massaged his sore feet. He watched them suck his toes, felt their tiny tongues into the space between his toes. It was a strange but pleasurable feeling. Josh handed the foot he was working on to Steven. Steven sucked on both feet as he pushed the corporal’s legs back, opening up his black ass. Josh crawled under his legs and began eating out his hole. Curtis was in heaven, the feel of a little boy eating his ass while another sucked on his feet. This was beyond relaxation, he never wanted to leave this tent. After several minutes the boys let his feet down and retreated from his ass. The two sexy boys laid next to his cock and began sucking, licking and stroking it. Their skills were so effective, Curtis was on the edge of cumming in minutes. He looked down at the set of small white hands stroking his cock, the pink tongues dancing around the head. He moaned, shook, and then watched a thick splatters of white cum shot from his cock and painted the soft pink lips and sweet little faces of the two white boy whores. “Fuck boys that was incredible,” Curtis said as he watched the boys lick his cum from each other’s faces. “Mmmmmm.” was all the boys said as they savored the taste of cum from a sweaty black man. The boys crawled up to Curtis and began kissing him, their hands still caressing and massaging his body. Steven even began playing with the mans nipples. Curtis was hoping there was more than just one round on the schedule, as one orgasm was not enough to clear the back log of cum stored in his hefty balls. “Round two?” Curtis asked. The boys just grinned and winked at each other. Josh grabbed a silk scarf from behind the couch, tying it over the corporal’s eyes. Curtis grinned, always enjoying a little kink from time to time. (as if fucking little boys wasn’t kinky enough lol). Darkness fell over his eyes, and he felt the boys tracing their tongues all over his body. His fingers slipped into one mouth. Another mouth sucked and nibbled on his nipple. Curtis gave himself over to these boys, grateful to be the object of their affection, trusting in their obviously professional skills. One of the boys, Josh-Curtis thought- sat next to him and was running his slender fingers over his shaved head, tracing circles and caressing him. He felt what he guessed to be Steven escort bursa bury his face in his balls, sniffing around and seemingly unable to get enough of the corporal’s funk. His cock was soon sliding down that tight warm throat, the boy’s mouth and throat seemingly milking his nasty black cock. Josh slid the scarf away, letting Curtis see what was happening. He looked up at a smiling Josh who was stroking his teen cock inches from Curtis’s face. “What the fuck” Curtis thought as let his long black tongue lick at the boy’s dick before slurping it into his mouth. Josh moaned, loving when adults sucked him off and especially enjoying the visual of the large black lips encircling his teen cock. Josh looked at Curtis and nodded for him to look down. Curtis did. “What the FUCK?!!!” Curtis yelled, looking down at the little black boy with his mouth stuffed with Curtis’s cock. Curtis tried to pull away but the boy, his 9yo little brother, held on-sucking even harder. “What the FUCK? How?” Curtis exclaimed. Josh pushed him back down, Steven joining him trying to calm the large and very strong man. They knew they had to work past the shock and let him feel the pleasure. The Service wanted an extra special treat for Curtis, a reward for his sacrifice and bravery of late. A quick perusal of his internet history revealed a hint at a fantasy he might have. They recruited his little brother Lamar. For the past six months, the boy had been through the Service training unbeknownst to his older bro or parents. Generally the Service liked a family member to be a willing sponsor of boys, to ensure compliance and a home training regiment, but sometimes they did recruit willing little boys who could keep a secret. Lamar had done everything except get fucked, the Service saving his cherry for his patriotic older brother. “Lamar, what the fuck you doing? Stop, you can’t, this is so wrong.” Curtis tried to object. “It tastes so good bro, let me help you. I’ve missed you so much.” Lamar moaned before sucking his bro’s cock again, trying desperately to deep throat his idol. “Shhhh, corporal. This is our and your brother’s gift to you for being a great guy and a good soldier. He wants it, jumped at the chance to do this for you. He’s been training for months, don’t take this away from him.” Josh explained. The words had little effect except to buy time for Lamar’s blow job to bring Curtis’s cock back to life and override his brain and phony sense of morality. After all, if you’re going to fuck a little kid-why is your brother any different? Curtis leaned back, still murmuring “no” but resigning himself to the amazing blowjob his lil bro was giving him. Lamar was in heaven. All the cocks, cum, and asses he’d eaten in the last six months were meaningless and boring compared to what he had now. He often laid in his bed at night humping his Spongebob pillow dreaming of his older bro, wishing he was there, kissing him, touching him like his dad did his mom. He used his hands just as they taught him, stroking the shaft and fondling the balls as he felt his older bro’s cock head down his throat. He didn’t want him to cum though, he just wanted him hard and uunable to resist what Lamar desperately wanted-Curtis’s cock up his butt. The last couple of weeks, Josh and Steven had played with his hole-attempting to stretch it a bit, get it used to things up there, but they told him it would still hurt. He loved his hero brother though, and didn’t care. Lamar wanted to get fucked by Curtis. “You ready for the main event? We’ve been trying to open him up for you, but he’s still a virgin. He wants to give you his cherry, to feel you inside him. Make love to him Curtis, show him how much you love him and missed him.” Josh explained caressing the side of the corporal’s face. Curtis couldn’t believe what he was hearing. He was completely prepared to fuck Josh or Steven or both, but this was all too much. He watched in silence as his little brother crawled up into his lap, looking so happy. “I missed you Curtis, love you so much.” Lamar said as he rubbed his butt on his brother’s cock. “I missed you too buddy, you sure this what you want?” Curtis asked still so deeply confused by what was happening. “Yes big brother. I need it. Don’t you want to give it to me? Show me how much you love me big bro, make love to black ass.” Lamar begged as he pushed down on his cock. Josh had squirted a good amount of lube inside the 9yo boy before the corporal arrived, but it was still difficult for Lamar to even get the head in. Finally he did, yelled out startling Curtis, and then a huge grin filled his face as he realized his 3rd grade butt was full of his brother’s army cock. Inch by inch Lamar worked his way down, pushing through the discomfort until 5 inches were inside him. Josh had told him this was probably as much as he should do the first time. He sat still for about a minute, letting his tiny hole adjust. Curtis looked up at his brother, for the first time seeing him as a sexy little black boy with beautiful eyes, soft plump lips, and a slender body that reminded him of his own. No more was he the annoying little fuck he loved so much, now he was a sexy little fuck sitting on his cock that he loved so very much, even more now. Curtis’s hands traced up the boy’s legs and grabbed his waste. He began guiding the boy up and down. Lamar smiled seeing his big bro give in. “Fuck me Curtis, fuck me. Pop my cherry.” Lamar begged, He had paid special close attention to the courses on talking dirty to adults during sex. Curtis let the boy ride his cock for a few minutes, but needed more. He flipped the boy over on his back, felt those 9yo legs try to wrap around his waste as he leaned in and made out with his little brother. He began fucking in earnest- his balls slapping against that 3rd grader ass. Steven knelt behind him and began licking Curtis’s ass and balls. Josh knelt next to the brothers, letting them both slobber on his 14yo cock while they made out. “Fuck me harder Curtis, make me your whore. I wish you were home, fucking me every day after school and every night before bed. I miss you so much.” Lamar moaned enjoying the thick black cock invading his tiny little nigga hole. “Fuck yeah little nigga. Such a sweet fucking hole. As soon as I get home we’re gonna fuck every chance we get. Love you so fucking much.” Curtis grunted before shoving his tongue down his lil bro’s throat. Lamar squeezed his ass muscles tight, flexing them just as they had told him to do. Curtis’s cock couldn’t bear the tightness or incestuous hotness of the moment. He screamed into his little brothers mouth as he kissed him and bred that tiny 9yo hole with every last ounce of cum in his balls. Their black bodies were stuck together, a light sheen of sweat on both of them. “I love you Curtis,” Lamar said smiling to his hero brother. “I love you too jerk-face.” Curtis said smiling, calling him what the two often called each other. Curtis felt his cock being pulled from his lil bro’s ass. Steven was slurping cum and 9yo ass juices off that thick black cock before sucking army cum from a formerly cherry black boy hole. Curtis heard Josh starting to grunt. “Fuck, watching you two fuck was so damn hot. I’m gonna cum.” Josh blew his watery teen load onto Lamar and Curtis’s lips, the two brothers licking it up from each other before making out. Curtis could only think “I hope everyone else is having as good a time” and he chuckled. ******* His friends were about 30 yards away, each sitting in a bathtub with a beer in one hand and a burger in the other. Two boys on either side of each bath were scrubbing the grime and sand away. It took multiple tubs of water to finally get them clean, but the men were happy to let the boys go as long as they wanted. The men had been resistant all the way up until they dumped their first load of cum down a boy’s mouth. After that they got more agreeable…to everything. The men stood around the tent, cock and balls hanging from their desert camo trousers. One boy under his balls sniffing and licking and the other deep-throating sweaty army cock. The men joked and laughed, trying to maintain their heterosexuality even as they watched each other get head from little boys and teens. The oldest was 15, the youngest 9. A Sergeant had a boy that was a dead ringer for his son, making it more amazing and more uncomfortable for him. The Service had intentionally made this happen for the men with sons, recruiting the sons when possible-finding doppelgangers when not. Now they relaxed,eating, drinking, and not minding when the boys fondled their cocks, balls, and holes. Corporal Jackson walked in a few hours later, his little brother on his shoulders still naked. He watched as his fellow soldiers were all on their backs, legs in the air as little boys ate out their asses. The men were all moaning, having long forgotten their heterosexuality. Moments later a small boy climbed up and sat on their hard dicks while a teen boy slid their developing cocks into those moist army holes. Curtis laughed as he watched his friends give over completely to the depravity of the evening, something he did hours before. He kissed his little brother, their tongues dueling for space before sitting the boy on his cock, wanting to fuck him as he watched his unit rut like animals. ******** Thousands of miles away the Service watched from a closed feed all the fun their fighting men were having. They smiled with pride at their good deed. One of the men watched ass two burly soldiers double fucked his son, proud of his boy. All of the men pushed the little tykes now on their cocks deeper and settled in for a long session watching boys do their patriotic duty. **************************************************************** As always this is pure fantasy for your pervy enjoyment. I love hearing from you guys, your fantasies and thoughts inspire more stories. I feel like I might have another few chapters in my with this before moving on. Please also donate to Nifty!!

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