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The Man Lovers Club - Chapter 3

Date: Sun, 23 Jan 2022 19:59:00 +0000 From: throwaway11791 [email protected] Subject: The Man Lovers Club - Chapter 3

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Theo has a lot on his mind during his long walk home from the latest meeting of the Man Lover's Club. That was by far the most insane meeting yet� --his mind is still swimming with everything he had heard.

None of the boys could believe that Isaac, out of everyone, was the first member of the MLC to score cock. And not just one cock, but two! At the same time! He'd seen that kind of thing in porn, but he'd never expect that the tiniest, most innocent member of the club would go so far, so early!

In fact, he wouldn't have believed it if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes. After Isaac had calmly told the story of how he'd seduced first his father, and then his uncle, the boys had demanded evidence. He'd expected Isaac to clam up, admit that he was exaggerating. But instead, the little guy had shrugged, stood up, dropped his shorts, and got on all fours to show off his used little boy pussy, still gaping slightly from the animalistic pounding his cunt had endured.

The rest of the MLC gathered around, all of them silently staring at the runt of the litter's little puffy, swollen pink starfish hole. It had been three days before they'd been able to organize a meeting, and Issac's little pink hole still looked like it had just gotten out of the boxing ring.

Normally, you would think a group of little virgins would be shocked and disgusted by such a sight. But instead, Isaac's suffering pucker seemed to ignite a fire in the room, and soon the boys were buzzing with energy and peppering the youngest member of their club with tons of questions.

"How did you get them do it?"

"Was it as big as you expected?"

"How much did it hurt?"

"What kind of things did they say?"

The boys interviewed Isaac for nearly two hours, before Wyatt's (the nerd) alarm went off, reminding them all that they had to get home for dinner. To play the pure, untarnished, church-going all American boys they played so well to their mommy and daddies.

The boys had all clambered down the ladder together, but now Theo was alone with his thoughts. As always, he was the first to separate from the group of his new friends. Or at least, he thought they were friends. Theo was a little confused about all that... he'd never had a good friend before, let alone this many.

But were they really friends, or were they all just hanging out because they wanted to have sex with the older men around town? Theo isn't sure. He knows he likes hanging with them, but he also knows he feels like he isn't really quite one of the gang.

Sure, he wants cock just as bad as every other boy in the club... maybe even more. But it's clear that he's not like the other boys. He lives on the opposite side of town---that's why he's always the first one to separate from the group. The rest of the boys live near the school, but Theo and his family live up high on the hill, in a gated community, with only rich socialites as neighbors and family friends. He was different due to class. Did the other boys think differently of him because of this? Did they talk about him behind his back?

Theo knew he was lucky to have such a nice house, a maid, and all of that good stuff. Until recently he had thought everyone had those things. After meeting the other boys in the MLC, he knew he was special---his parents gave him pretty much anything he wanted, without a second thought.

But listening to Isaac tell his story, Theo was starting to think maybe he wasn't so lucky after all. He'd almost cried when he'd heard how tender Isaac's dad had been with him. His own dad wasn't like that---his mom either. Gifts were one thing, but he knew he'd never be able to seduce his own dad like Isaac had. He hardly ever saw his dad because the man was so busy with work. How would he ever get him in bed?

No, Theo contemplates. It would have to be someone else.

Theo starts to walk faster, realizing the sun is setting. He looks across the street and notices little red lights flashing along the curb---then he remembers, he's wearing his new shoes. The ones he'd begged his parents to buy for him---purple and green, with dinosaurs on them. But best of all? They lit up! Every step or move he makes the shoes flash little red, green, blue, and purple lights. The other boys had been so impressed, until Isaac had shown him up with his story.

Stupid Isaac, Theo thinks to himself. He knows his jealousy is getting the best of him, but it only makes him feel more determined. I WILL be the next one to get fucked and I'll go back to the others with hot cum still in my pussy just to one up that showoff, he thinks to himself, and starts to walk faster. Already, a plan is forming in his little brain. Though it would be a few more days before he figures out how he might get some cock into his life.

The epiphany comes later that week, while Theo is sitting in the living room playing with his toy trucks while his parents watch the boring news. This was a nightly ritual after dinner---his parents would watch the news for an hour, his dad typing away on his laptop or phone, and his mom sinking deeper into a glass of wine. They always would remain silent, and Theo usually thought the news was so boring. So he'd entertain himself playing with some of his many toys.

But like the other boys, Theo had been spending a lot of his nights watching hardcore porn after his parents went to bed. Unlike Isaac, Theo had his own computer in his room---two actually---and his parents never set up any restrictions or anything. Since the start of the MLC, he'd watched so much porn he thought his eyes might fall out.

But with no outlet for his sexual frustration, Theo's brain was infected with thoughts of cock, cum, and horny sex. Like the other boys, Theo had started to find his own taste in sex, his own fetishes. He didn't have words for them yet but he knew there were certain videos which got him worked up more than others.

Theo liked the sleazy stuff. He'd stumbled across one website in particular that he'd bought a premium subscription for, using his father's credit card. The things he watched on this site as he rubbed the outside of his little boy clit were absolutely filthy by most people's standards. Mostly they were dimly lit, underground, handheld videos of men getting pig fucked.

Yes, Theo couldn't help it---he loved that dirty shit. The grimy basements and dungeons, the grunting, sweating men, the dirty talk, the sperm being shot every which way---it made Theo so horny he couldn't stand it.

Those images were always running through his brain, including on this night, while his parents are watching the news. And perhaps that's why his childhood brain was able to put two and two together when the news story about the garbage men came on.

"Isn't that just so cute, Diane?" the male news anchor said on the TV. "He just loves those garbage men!"

"It's too sweet, Tom," the other anchor replied.

Theo turned his attention from his toys to the TV, to watch the news story that both his parents were ignoring. His eyes were glued to the TV as the anchors told the story of some little boy in a different town---a little boy who was obsessed with construction trucks. The boy on the TV lived near a construction site, and would routinely bring the men snacks and get to take a ride on the big diggers and such.

At first, Theo wasn't sure why he was so interested in this story. But he kept turning it over in his head, and it was still with him during his nightly porn binge. And that's when it all clicked---the garbage men.

Theo had noticed the garbage men before---he was so deliriously horny these days, he noticed EVERY man in his orbit. But he'd ruled them out as an option. The garbage men only stopped by his house twice a week, and Theo had no reason to just go and talk to them.

Until now... now that he'd seen that boy on TV.

Theo was up late again that night, plotting it all out. It doesn't even take him all that long to plot it out---by the time he fell asleep, he had a smile on his face knowing that he very well may soon have a chance to seduce those two sexy, dirty men who empty his family's trash bins.

The next day, Theo spends his morning checking off the early parts of his plan.

--He asks his housekeeper to pick up lots of lemonade at the grocery store.

--He asks his dad what day the garbage comes, and politely volunteers to start bringing it out himself. His dad looks at him funny, but says, "That's my boy. A hard worker just like his daddy." Then agrees to let Theo take out the garbage.

And just like that, Theo has an opportunity to meet the two garbage men. He waits, nervously, excitedly, for the next garbage day.

It's early in the morning---the garbage men always come early to his neighborhood. And they come and go so quickly, he knows he has to hurry. But the two men stop and watch when they see him toddling down the long pathway that leads from his front door, through the manicured garden, out the gates of the wall around their property, and onto the sidewalk.

Theo's voice catches at first, but then he manages to say to the two men, "Care for some lemonade, Mr. Garbage Men? It's so... hot out here!"

The two men look at each other, and then grin at the boy.

"Well thanks," the older one says. "That's very kind of you, little guy." Then he reaches forward to grab one of the glasses.

The younger garbage man reaches forward to grab the other, and both men drink down the glasses of lemonade. As they guzzle, Theo has a moment to look them over. He's never been this close to them---only seen them through the big windows in his living room.

Theo can't help but get excited, because up close, these two men are so much sexier than he could have imagined.

Both men were black, which excites Theo a lot. He'd seen a lot of porn featuring extremely hung black men, and he hopes these two guys were like the men in those movies. He can't tell at this moment, though, because both men were wearing their uniforms.

Before when he'd seen them, he'd wondered if they were related---maybe father and son. One of them is clearly older, but now that he was up close, he can see they definitely aren't related. Their matching coveralls are part of what made them look similar, but now Theo could see even those are different---the older man wears navy blue, while the younger man wears a khaki green.

He reads the older man's nametag---Hal. Hal is taller and broader than the younger one, and completely bald on top. He has a scruffy beard that Theo both finds very attractive and a little off-putting. He is also surprised at how sweaty the older man is---though it really was quite hot. He could see sweat beading on the man's chest, where it was showing through the zipper of his coveralls. Theo can see some curly hairy there as well, and it makes him feel a little dizzy.

The tiny boy turns his attention to the younger man, whose nametag reads "Jerome." Though the younger garbage man is very tall, he's so much thinner than his older colleague. Whereas Hal looks like he just might bust out of his coveralls, Jerome is swimming in his. Theo still admires the younger guy's long fingers and veiny forearms. Jerome wears a baseball cap and is clean-shaven, but he has his hair in these braids that Theo thinks look super cool.

When the men finish their lemonade, they hand the cups back to the little boy.

"Your mama send you out here?" Hal asks as he wipes his arm across his mouth to dry his lips.

"No, this was my idea," Theo says. "I just see you guys working so hard, and I love your big truck, so I wanted to bring you a special treat!"

"Well, that's very nice of you," Hal says. He looks across the big lawn toward Theo's large house and squints his eyes. "But you better make sure your parents know you're out here. Wouldn't want them thinking you're talking to strangers."

"I'm Theo!" the boy says. "And you're Hal, and you're Jerome. Now we're not strangers anymore." He smiles at them. "Plus, my dad's always working and my mom is in the pool for hours every day. So they don't know what I do."

Theo blushes after speaking, especially when he sees the two men stare at each other for just a second. They nod and thank the boy again, and then hop on their truck and ride away.

Theo hadn't expected to have sex with the two men right there and then, but he was disappointed that the interaction was so short. He spent the next few days plotting how he would approach the men again.

The garbage men came twice a week, so he only had to wait a few more days, but in that time the little rich boy spent almost every waking moment fantasizing about the two men he was targeting for his cherry pop.

Some of that time, Theo acted a lot like the boy on TV. He found himself drawing pictures of the two men in messy crayon, and playing with some of the toy trucks he stopped playing with ages ago, when his parents bought him more expensive and better toys.

But some of the time, Theo did NOT act like that boy on TV at all. A lot of the time, Theo was furiously searching on his laptop for new, darker, dirtier porn---ideally featuring two or more black men. The little guy would study these meticulously, examining the enormous black cocks in the videos and everything the men did with them---and hoping he could get at least have a little taste of the same kind of treatment.

A few more garbage days went by, and Theo was getting hornier and braver each time. The men started to expect him, and spent a little more time chatting with him and sipping on the lemonade he brought them.

The visits started happening often enough that Theo's parents actually managed to notice it. Theo's dad asked him once during dinner if the men were nice. Theo's mother had reminded him to be careful around strangers. Other than that, they didn't seem to care much that he was out there so early in the morning, chatting up the garbage men.

Perhaps they would have cared a little more if they heard how much more precocious Theo had become. At first, Theo was nervous around the men---they were so big, and tall, and sexy, and neither of them really had a way with words.

Theo found it was easier to just fill in the silence with his own chatter. Sometimes he told the men about games he played, or vacations his parents had taken him on. The men pretended to listen, but mostly they just wanted the lemonade and to get on with their day.

Then Theo decides, one early morning, to just come out with it. He had been dropping little hints---complimenting the men on their muscles, or staring at their crotches, but they hadn't picked up on it, or done anything. He was getting so horny and worked up at this point that, as the men lifted the cold glasses of lemonade to their lips, Theo just askes point blank:

"Hey, would you guys have sex with me?"

The younger man, Jerome, does a somewhat comical spit take right there, spraying lemonade out of his lips (and spraying the little boy with the sticky liquid as well). Hal, the older garbage man, doesn't seem quite as shocked. He swallows his drink carefully and quietly.

Then he turns to the little boy and says, "Where's your mama?"

Theo shrugs. "Inside. My parents are so busy, they don't care what I do. They won't care if I have sex with you," Theo said. Especially if they never find out, he thinks to himself.

"You even know what sex is?" Hal says, setting down his lemonade glass on the little tray Theo was still holding.

"Uh-huh," Theo says.

There's a moment of silence, and then Jerome says, "Who taught you that? Your daddy?" The younger man laughs at this, until Hal gives him a stern look.

"No," Theo says, wrinkling up his nose. "I saw it on the computer." Theo pauses to look up at the men. "I watch a lot of porn."

"Do you now?" Hal asks. The older man squats down to look the boy in the eye. "What kind of things have you been watching on the computer?"

"Sex!" Theo says. "I mean, when the men get their peepees really hard and then... ya know."

"No, I don't know..." the man says. Theo can feel the man's warm breath on his face. "Tell me."

"Well," Theo begins, feeling himself blush, "Sometimes they put their hard peepees in the mouth of the other guys... or sometimes they put it up his..."

Theo trailed off, because at that moment, Hal takes a furtive glance up at the mansion behind him, and then when he decides the coast is clear, grabbed Theo's hand and brings it between his legs. He presses the boy's tiny hand against the semi-hard erection still tucked inside of his coveralls.

"Don't call this a peepee," the man says. "Peepees are what little boys have. Like you. Men like me and Jerome here, we have cocks or dicks. Got it?"

Theo nods, speechless. He's actually feeling it! And it's somehow even bigger than he expected.

But then, just as suddenly, the man stands up and starts walking toward the truck. That's when Theo notices that Jerome, the younger garbage man, is staring at him as well and has a large, visible bulge in his own coveralls.

"Come on, Jerome," Hal calls as he walks to the truck.

"But, he's asking for it---" Jerome starts to protest.

"Get in the truck," the older man admonishes. Jerome drops his head and walks away, giving one last leering glance at the boy.

The truck lets out a hiss and pulls away, leaving Theo standing there in the hot morning sun, deliriously horny and totally confused.

The next three days, before the following trash day, were hard on Theo. He turned over the brief encounter in his mind, feeling more and more anxious about it as he went. He began to wonder if he really was ready, or if he'd set his sights too high. Maybe it would be better to wait patiently for someone he knew better, someone he could trust.

So when garbage day rolled around, he had decided he wasn't going to get out of bed and serve lemonade. In fact, he was just going to try and forget all about Jerome and Hal, the sexy black garbage men. Before going to bed, he unset the alarm he'd been using to wake up early, and fell asleep feeling proud of his wise decision to hold off.

But the next morning, he wakes up early anyway, because the doorbell rings around 6:30am. Luckily, Theo's dad is always awake at that time getting ready for work. Theo hears him open the door, and then he hears two deep voices talking with his dad.

Two deep voices he recognizes.

Theo pads out into the hall wearing his silk pajamas, and creeps to the top of the stairs. Sure enough, there they are---Jerome and Hal, wearing their same coveralls.

"Theo!" his dad calls, and then when he sees the boy at the top of the stairs, says, "Oh, you're here. Uh... I have some good news. These uh... gentlemen here..." Theo's dad looks back at the two men, a slight look of disgust on his face, "They said they have a special treat for you."

"Oh?" Theo says, nervously stepping down the stairs.

"That's right," Hal says. "Since you've been so nice to bring us lemonade, we thought we'd give you a ride in the garbage truck, and a trip to tour the dump."

The two men smile up at the boy, and Theo's dad turns around with a rather blank expression on his face. "Is that something you'd like to do, Theo?" his dad asks.

Theo's mom appears in the hallway, holding a cup of coffee, her face green with some sort of facial mask she was wearing. "Is it safe at the dump for a child?"

"Oh, we won't let him out of our site, ma'am," Jerome pipes up. "We'll make sure he's safe."

Theo's parents look at each other, and both shrug.

"Well, that's all right with us. Have fun, Theo." Both of the boy's parents turn and head off to separate rooms, neither of them realizing that Theo hadn't actually said he wanted to go with these strange men.

"Well, why don't you go get dressed and meet us outside, boy?" Hal says, smiling at the kid. Then under his breath he says, "Make it something easy to take off."

Then both of the men are gone. Theo runs up to his room, his heart pumping wildly. Was this really happening? Did the men actually want to take him to the dump? Or were they going to...

Theo is almost sweating he is so nervous. But he also can't deny that his horniness has reached a new level---he is almost vibrating with excitement about the possibilities of what might happen. He has never felt such a mixture of arousal and fear at the same time, and it's making it hard for him to focus.

Eventually, he is able to pick out an outfit that he thinks is perfect for the day. A light-blue button down shirt, a pair of cute khaki shorts, and his brand new light-up sneakers that the housekeeper had gotten for him when she was shopping last week. He loved them---they had these cool green dinosaurs on the side, and it was their eyes that lit up.

Finally, Theo pickes out his underwear---he manages to find a pair he'd forgotten about that had little dump trucks all over it. Finally, he goes into his private bathroom and combed his hair nice and neat, and smiled at himself.

"You can do this," he tells his reflection in the mirror. He swallows deeply, and is ready to go.

"Goodbye mother, goodbye father!" Theo cries as he makes his way down the stairs toward the front door. He feels so dizzy, like he might almost fall over. In the back of his mind, he is holding out hope that one of his parents would perhaps stop this before it went too far.

But it already has gone too far, because Theo hears absolutely no response from either of his parents---just the clacking of his father's keyboard and the clinking of ice in his mother's late-morning cocktail.

And then, before Theo knows it, he has stepped out into the hot morning sun, and the door to his mansion has closed behind him. Now he's being ushered down the sidewalk with the two black garbage men on either side of him, like an entourage.

Ahead of him, Theo can only see one thing: A filthy garbage truck. It looks so enormous, like a dinosaur, with a comically bright blue back and a white cabin. Cabin. He'd learned that word to convince his parents he was genuinely interested in garbage men. He'd told them so many times he'd wanted to ride in the cab of the garbage truck.

Of course, what he'd meant was that he wanted to ride the men who RODE in the cabin of the garbage truck, but Theo had been too convincing, and now that he was looking at the cabin his stomach was turning. It looked truly disgusting, and the smell was overwhelming---hot garbage early in the morning was enough to make him sick.

But through all the fear and horror, Theo can't deny that there is something happening inside him. He can feel it deep in the pit of his stomach and the small of his back---something warm and dark, bubbling beneath the surface, like a little flicker of a candle slowly becoming an inferno. He doesn't know what it means, but he knows it is a force that keeps him moving forward, toward the truck, until the men open the door.

"You're gonna ride up front with the big boys," Hal says as he grins down at the boy. It's not quite the same smile Theo would recognize.

"See what a day in the life of a trash man is like," the younger one, Jerome says, as he hops up onto the fender and reaches down to grab Theo under both armpits.

Theo winces. He can't help but notice that both men are wearing those filthy, yucky gloves. Jerome is putting his rough gloved hands all over Theo's cute little outfit, but Theo does his best to not show his disgust on his face---or his fear as he is lifted up and placed into the cab of the truck.

"Scoot over," Jerome commands the boy.

Theo obeys, scooting to the center of the bench seat. And once again, he is surrounded by his two new friends---though this time in the confined space of a garbage truck which is headed... who knew where?

Out the window, Theo can see the reflection of his lush yard and the red bricks of his large house retreat as the truck pulls away from the curb.

Theo gulps deeply. He's suddenly aware of just how intensely hot it is in this truck. It's unbelievably hot outside, and they have the windows rolled up---presumably, Theo thinks, to keep out the smell. But it's not working, he thinks to himself, reaching up to pinch his nose.

Hal sees this and laughs. "Don't worry," he says in his deep voice. "You'll get used to it."

"Yeah, after a few hours!" Jerome pipes in, laughing and shaking his beaded braids around his head.

Hal doesn't respond to this---just turns up the radio.

There's a basketball game happening, and the cacophony of the radio announcers and the sneakers on the wooden floors, along with the static of the radio, only make the cab of the truck feel stuffier to Theo.

As they drive, Theo realizes it's not just the rolled-up windows and sweltering heat that's making the cab feel so stuffy. It was that the two adult men on either side of him were manspreading, pressing their thighs against the increasingly sweaty little boy.

"So," Hal shouts over the radio, "What was it the boy said the other day, Jerome?"

Jerome instantly gets a smile on his face, and his hand moves toward his crotch. "He asked us if we would have sex with him, boss."

"That's right," Hal says, a grin coming on his own face now. He turns to look at Theo. "Well, maybe we can work that out. But how do you know you want it? Your daddy fucking you or something?"

`What?!?" Theo says, surprised. "No! I just... I've seen some things on the internet is all. And... I know some stuff." Images of Isaac getting fucked by his dad and uncle flash through Theo's mind, but he decides it's best not to bring that up right now.

"Well, seeing it on the internet is one thing," Hal says. "Seeing it in real life is something else." And now Hal's hand was moving to his groin as well, even as he stared out at the road ahead.

"Yeah," Jerome said, giggling again, "You might see this snake and your eyes might fall out of your head!"

"Don't get the kid's hopes up," Hal says, teasing.

"What?" Jerome says. "You know it's big..." And now Jerome is squeezing his crotch. And immediately, the younger black man notices that he has Theo's full attention.

"Look at him," Jerome says. "He's got an eyeful. He wanna see it."

The truck lurches as they pull up to a curb in front of a house a few blocks away from Theo's. He recognizes the house from passing by, but doesn't know the people who live there or even what street they're on.

"Well, then show him," Hal says. And then the older man hops out of the truck and makes his way over to the curb to pick up some trash barrels.

As soon as he's out of the truck, Jerome is scrambling at his zipper. Theo can only watch from the middle seat, wide-eyed, as the younger man first reveals his thin and smooth torso. Theo is surprised at how thin the younger man is, even though he was so tall. The teenaged garbage man reveals his defined abs, then a cropped bush of thick, curly black hair, and then...

Time seems to slow down for Theo.

For the first time in the boy's life, he is in the same room (a very small, sweaty, stinky room, but a room nonetheless), as a full-sized adult penis.

And not just any adult penis. Jerome was the proud owner of an incredible large slab of very dark black meat, enough to make any porn star woozy at the prospect.

We'll get into exactly what that fuckstick looks like in a moment, but it's important to note that before Theo even has a chance to take in visually what's being presented to him, the smell of it all hits him like a fist to the face.

Somehow the odor of the young garbage man's sweaty crotch is able to cut through the tangy smell of trash and fill the boy's nostrils. It's musky and rancid, and yet, it makes that weird bubbling feeling in his tummy grown stronger.

Theo manages to swallow his disgust yet again, and takes a moment to really LOOK at the cock. For so long, he's wanted to see one up close, and he has to admit---it's just as magical as he expected, if not more.

Jerome is holding his piece by its very base, and he's opened up the bottom half of his coveralls, allowing the semi-erect black cock to sort of lay out straight between his two thighs. He's not nearly as beefy as his counterpart, and Theo thinks that the cock, which is actively growing in the man's fist, might be thicker than the man's thigh!

Theo was quickly learning the lesson that skinny men often pack the biggest meat---especially when we're talking about a BBC. Jerome was also carrying an exceptionally DARK piece of meat. Its blackness was almost mezemerizing to the boy---he estimated it was a few shades darker than the man's body.

As the man's cock grew in his hand, Theo was treated to a delightful surprise---he realized the man was uncut! Though the act of pulling back the ample foreskin only intensified the already musty smell in the car, Theo was absolutely rapt with excitement. An uncut black cock! He'd won the lottery, even if this whole thing was kinda gross!

His eyes nearly DO fall out of his head as he watches Jerome pulls the skin back, revealing a slimy, shockingly pink cock head which takes Theo by surprise. How can the tip of this man's magnificent penis be such a funny color? Before Theo knows it, he is giggling.

The man giggles back. "Yeah, you like that?" he says, flopping his cock around a bit. "Not much to laugh at when it gets all the way big."

"It... it gets bigger?" Theo saya. His throat is dry, and he realizes that is the first word he's said since he got into the truck.

"Just watch..." the man says, but at that moment, the door opens and the older man, Hal, rejoines them on the other side. He lookes over at his partner, not giving much of a reaction to seeing his cock out in the fresh (or rather unfresh) air.

"How's he taking it?" Hal says as he pulls the truck back into the street.

"He ain't taking it yet," Jerome says.

"I mean is he freaking out?" Hal says.

"Nah, he's just staring bug-eyed. He's damn curious."

Hal grunts at this, and then pulles the truck over to the side of the road. "All right, well I wanna show him mine now. So you get out."

Theo thinks it's strange that the two men are talking about him almost like he isn't there in the truck with them. It was silly! But he doesn't mind. In fact, it is kind of turning him on.

He looks sadly as Jerome tucks his semi-hard cock into his coveralls and hops out into the morning sunshine to get more barrels from some of Theo's rich neighbors. The sound of a zipper coming from the driver's seat this time gets his attention.

"I know you're curious about black cock," the older man says, revealing more and more of his firm, thicker torso to the young boy. Unlike Jerome, who was so smooth and skinny, this man has curly, wiry gray hairs all over his chest and stomach. There are even some in the bush of pubic hair he reveales to the boy, though this matt of wiry fur is much darker.

"It's all right to be curious. Lots of folks are," the man says, staring at Theo as he moves his hand into his coveralls. "Ain't never seen a boy as little as you so curious, but that's ok," he says in a friendly voice. "We'll show you what you want to learn."

And with that, the man makes good on his word and unzips his coveralls the rest of the way. Frustratingly, Theo realizes the man has on a pair of white briefs. Or at least, they must have been white at some point---Theo wrinkles his nose at the sight of the yellow stains on the front.

But he gets over his gross-out when the man pulls the loose leg of his briefs to the side and lets out his enormous black cock and hefty black balls into the air of the cab.

Once again, Theo feels lightheaded as he takes in the second adult cock he's ever seen up close. All in one morning! Instantly the child is mindblown by how utterly different Jerome's cock looks, compared to the only other adult-sized penis he's ever seen before.

Whereas Jerome's dick had been heavy looking and almost lazy, Hal's has a totally different attitude. Perhaps it's because the older man is more erect, but either way, his thick black snake stands at half attention, curling in a peculiar way that accentuates the impressive curve which Hal was hiding in his coveralls. That right hook was gonna be a problem for Theo later, though at the moment he doesn't think much of it except for the words WOW and COOL running through his head.

Theo is at first disappointed that Hal didn't appear to be uncut like Jerome, until he notices the sheer size of the man's cock head. It reminds Theo of the tennis balls his mom and dad would sometimes hit back and forth on the courts in their backyard. The head isn't pink like Jerome's, but more of a brownish purple shade, closer to the dark color of the older man's shaft.

Once Theo is able to drag his eyes away from the gargantuan cock head, he notices another shocking thing about Hal's adult penis. The shaft is covered in veins! He's seen some veiny cocks on the porn he'd been watching, of course, but up close it's a different story. His eyes nearly bulge out of his head as he watches them---some as thick as earthworms, connected by tributaries of thinner viens---all pulsating together as the man begins to stroke his cock.

The action of tugging it free from his pants of course brings a fresh set of smells to the hot cab of the garbage truck. The older man's cock and balls give off a muskier scent, which seemed to suit the older man---though Theo can't explain why. He can't do much, because the overwhelming sights and smells are getting to his head.

He only snaps out of his trance when he hears the man use a dirty word.

"You listening to me, faggot?"

"Huh?" Theo says, trying and failing to pull his eyes away from the man's meat. His eyes are traveling down now to see the man's balls, so thick and heavy looking, low-hanging but covered in thick gray and black natty pubes.

"I asked you a question," the man says in his deep voice. "What made you approach me and Jerome? Why'd you choose us to say that shit to about having sex and all?"

Theo swallowes hard, and tries to drown out the hypnotic sound of the man's hand moving up his increasingly slimy cock.

"Well, uh..." the boy mumbles, "Cause you look like the men in the... in my favorite of the movies I watched."

"That so?" the man says. "What kind of movies were those? Tell me what you like to watch."

"Well...." Theo says. He feels strange talking about this stuff with adults---so far he's only discussed his sex addiction with his friends in the club. He also knows he isn't supposed to talk about skin color too much... but that was a big part of what he liked. So he just blurts it out.

"BBC!" he squeaks. "I love the b-b-black guys with the w-w..."

"You like when black men put their cocks inside little white boy cunt? Do you, faggot?"

"Yeah!" Theo says. He is getting excited talking about a subject he knows a lot about. Or so he thinks. "I love it when a black guy---or even better, more than one---team up on a little white guy. How they kinda... like... take over him? And use both his holes and---"

"Well, we can make that happen." Theo whips his head around, surprised enough by the voice on the other side of him to finally stop staring at the big black cock in the room. Jerome climbs back into the car with a big grin on his face.

Theo blushes, knowing the handsome younger man had heard the filthy things he just said. Soon enough though, he is distracted again, as the doors shut and he is once again trapped in between two adult men, the one behind the driver's seat already fisting his hard tube of black cock, and the younger one fishing his long, uncut meat out of his pants once again.

"That's the last stop, too, boss," Jerome says, slowly peeling back his foreskin agains to expose his pink cock head to the child. "Now we can take this little white brat to the dump."

"Fuck yeah," Hal says, and puts the truck into drive again. It takes off with a great vibrating rumble, and as it does, Theo's heart sinks. They are driving faster now, and are officially in a part of town Theo has never seen before. The ugly McMansions that he knows so well are gone, and the last few houses they visit are much smaller. Even those smaller houses are gone now, mostly replaced by store fronts---some of which are boarded up, some of which look like they should be boarded up. And then long, industrial sites, parking lots, train tracks. From what little he can see out the window, it's looking like an area his parents would NEVER let him go.

He wonders if his parents even know where the dump is. They've never mentioned it. What if Theo gets trapped with these men, or kidnapped? His heart is racing, and yet... somewhere in the back of his little developing brain, he realizes that the danger and risk he is taking is part of what was making him so intensely horny.

But it isn't just the scariness of the situation he's put himself in. It's also the fact that on either side of him are two long, thick, black anacondas waving and getting slimier and slimier as the men continue to stroke.

"You ain't gotta be scared, white boy," Jerome says gruffly after a few minutes of this. "You wanna touch it, I can tell. Go ahead. Come grab it."

The man says this like a request, but he does most of the grabbing when he reaches over and seizes Theo's thin wrist, then pulls it to his cock. Before he knows it, Theo has his first fistful of dark meat. The younger man moans just as Theo squeezes it slightly under the base. He can't get his whole hand around it, but he is instantly obsessed with the feel---so hard and warm. The sponginess of the foreskin is awesome, even if all the sticky precum currently coating his tiny palm and squishing between his fingers is a little icky.

"You got two hands, don't ya?" comes Hal's deep voice from the driver's seat.

Without losing his grip on the cock already in his hand, little Theo reaches out his other hand almost immediately to grab the other man's genitalia.

"That's it," the older man grumbles. "You wanna play with two black cocks you better learn to multi-task, boy. Especially if you want them down your tight throat and deep in your little white cunt."

To accentuate the point, both Jerome and Hal put their hands over the little boy's full fists, and start to demonstrate exactly how they want to be stroked. It takes Theo a few minutes, but soon he figures out how to massage the pink head of Jerome's cock with his own foreskin, while giving Hal long and slow strokes up and down the entire length of his penis.

When both men are feeling good, Jerome opens the glove compartment in front of him and pulls out what looks to Theo like a cigarette and a lighter.

"Mind if we spark up?" Jerome asks, already lifting the cigarette to his lips.

"We ain't supposed to in the truck but..." he looks down at Theo and winks. "this is a special occasion."

The cigarette doesn't smell like any cigarette Theo has smelled before. It's sweeter somehow, and the thick smoke hangs in the air as the two men receiving the hand jobs pass the joint back and forth. Although neither man actually gives the boy any smoke directly, it doesn't take long for Theo to start to feel a little woozy and confused as the cab fills up with smoke.

Somehow, this makes it easier for him to keep up his stroke rhythm, and the feeling of frothy precum on his little hands and forearms doesn't seem so gross after all now---it seems incredibly sexy.

"Thank God we're here," Jerome says as they turn off the main street down a bumpy dirt road. "This kid's about to make me nut just from a hand job."

Hal laughs at this, coughing out his last bit of smoke before he stabs the roach into the dashboard. "You young bucks always cum too fast. I'm just gonna take us right down the hill where no one will bother us."

The stoned little boy, still grasping the cocks, stares out the window as they pass through a big gate and drive beyond a squat little building which he assumes is some sort of office. They start to drive down a hill, and he's relieved when both men roll down their windows to let some of that stinky smoke out.

As soon as the windows are open, Theo's nose is assaulted once again by a smell so intense he thinks he might faint. That's when he sees it---the hill they are driving down leads to mountains and mountains of garbage. Crows and seagulls peck at the highest peaks of it, and they stretch on as far as the stoned little boy can see. Some of it seems to be organized---he can see mountains of cardboard, heaps of black trash bags, some dangerous looking glass, and a section of what appears to be only microwaves and refrigerators.

"We got a nice private spot down here," Hal says as they drive deeper into the mountains. Theo almost feels like he's being swallowed by the dump.

Finally the truck rolls to a stop, and both men without speaking seem to agree it's time to remove Theo's hands from their slobbering meat sticks.

"Wh-where are we?" Theo asks, though it's a stupid question. He's heard about dumps before, and has seen them on some of the kids shows he likes to watch, but his confusion was mounting (thanks to the weed and such), and he was starting to feel panicked.

"Well, it may not be as fancy as your house," Hal says as he opens his door, letting in more of the disgustingly stinky hot garbage smell, "but for popping open your pink little cherry, it's as good a spot as any." And with that, both of the adults leave the vehicle and head out into the garbage pits.

Not knowing what else to do, Theo climbs across the seat and carefully makes his way down to the ground. For him, it isn't as easy as a jump---his little legs can only reach so far, and he ends up tumbling down onto the dirty ground below him.

The fall on his bum really hurts, and he almost starts crying---he's so upset that his clothes have gotten dirty already, after he picked out such a special outfit. He fights back his tears though---he doesn't want his new "friends" to think he's a cry baby.

For their credit, neither of them seem to notice. They are walking further back into the trash piles, until they disappear down a narrow corrider of bursting open trash bags and what appears to be some scrapped furniture piled haphazardly.

Theo follows them back until they come to a smaller clearing, and in the middle of that small clearing is a mattress. It's lying on top of a bunch of those stinky black trash bags, and it looks lump and misshapen, but Theo guesses it's about the size of his parent's mattress. Unlike his parents' mattress, it doesn't have any sheets or anything---just a big, weird looking brownish stain that runs across half of it.

The boy wonders to himself, is this it? Is THIS where I'm finally going to have sex? He'd pictured himself having sex in his own bed, or other places in his house, or maybe at some unknown man's apartment. He'd even envisioned himself with Isaac's dad and uncle in the same spot where his young friend from the club had lost his virginity only a week ago. Never in a million years had he expected to get dicked on some filthy mattress in the middle of a trash dump on an incredibly hot afternoon. Did they really expect him to...

"Come kneel on this mattress, fag boy," Hal says.

Theo pulls his eyes from the mattress to look at the two men standing at the top of it. His new friends are now naked, save for the dirty work boots they've been wearing. He sees their discarded jump suits strewn over a nearby rusted shell of a car.

Theo takes a moment to appreciate the difference between their bodies, now that he can see them in full. Jerome, the younger one, is thin as a rail and doesn't have much body hair aside from a bush above his cock (which he is stroking fast, with a leering look on his face). Hal has a lot more meat on him---mostly muscle, though a bit of a gut too. And he's covered in hair---the same gray and black curly stuff that covers his low hanging nuts cralws up his stomach and chest.

"Don't make him ask again," Jerome says. "Trust me, he hates that." This causes both men to laugh.

Nervously, Theo steps forward until he's on the mattress. He feels it squish under him, and he's thankful he chose shorts---not only because it's so hot, but because when he drops to his knees, none of his nice clothes have to touch the disgusting mattress.

Theo feels incredibly small (because he is) as he kneels down and the two naked black men step onto the mattress so they are on either side of him. He's thankful they are closer---he much prefers the smell of their sweaty musk over the stink of the garbage all around them.

Without warning, Jerome grabs his cock by its base and slaps it hard against Theo's cheek. "You ever sucked a dick before, lil boy?" he asks.

SLAP A hard, wet slap on Theo's other cheek tells the boy that Hal has decided to join in the cock-slapping fun too. "Yeah, faggot, ever sucked a big black cock like this?"

Soon both men are hammering the poor little boy with their dicks, asking in various rude ways if the child has ever sucked cock. Finally, through his weed-induced, horny little stupor, Theo is able to cry out, "No! I haven't sucked before!"

"Well, you gonna now," Hal says gruffly. The older man reaches forward and hooks his thumb inside Theo's mouth, and yanks down the boy's lower jaw.

Theo wanted to try and tell the man that he would suck---that he wanted to, and that the man didn't need to yank his jaw. Theo was willing to open his mouth.

"Stick out your tongue, boy," the older man commands, and without a moment's hesitation, Theo nods. He'd seen enough porn to know how this works. When a man tells you to stick out your tongue, you do it.

And then, within seconds, Theo has not one, but two big black dicks vying for entry into his mouth.

At first, neither of them really tries to force their way into his orifice. The two men seem to have some fun slapping their massive dark erections all over the confused little white boy's face. Because both of these men are so excited about what they know is about to go down, Theo's tiny little pink face hole is suddenly flooded with salty preseminal fluid from those two giant cocks.

"Eyhhhhmmm" Theo says, at first moaning with his tongue out, and then he finds his mouth completely filled with Hal's enormous black cock head. Theo realizes that he does indeed need Hal's help with his jaw, because there is no way he would have been able to fit in the head, let alone the two more inches Hal gives to the kid before he pulls out.

"Yeahhhh fuck," Jerome says lewdly as he watches a string of thick white spit (likely mixed with precum) extend from his manager's cock head to the boy's parted lips. "Lemme try."

Theo only manages to get two gasps of air before Jerome takes his turn. Though Jerome's slimy cock head wasn't nearly as "filling" as Hal's, the younger man seems eager to put his length to work and snake his cock as far down the little throat as it can possibly go. For the first time, but not the last, Theo discovers what it is like to have a man's engorged sex organ lodged in his esophagus, blocking any chance he has at breathing fresh air.

Perhaps it was the dank weed they'd all been smoking in the cab (yes, second-hand smoke is a real thing), but all three of the sex partners seem to lose track of time. The dirty garbage men are having a ball (literally) trying to get more and more of their cocks down Theo's face hole. And for his part, Theo is just trying to get enough air between assaults to breathe.

Eventually, Theo is doing a pretty good job of swallowing all that black cock. Not that he has much choice� --but he is gagging less and less as the men go deeper and deeper, until eventually Theo's little upturned nose is getting buried in both of the black, curly bushes of pubic hair on either side of him.

While they continued to pummel his throat, the men are casually discussing the boy and his fate.

"You really think we can open his cunt?" Jerome asks Hal.

"I don't see why not. Faggot was begging for it, wasn't he?" The older man responds.

Eventually, the men get tired of just talking about it, and decided it's time.

"You know I get first dibs on his pussy, right?" Hal says sternly to his colleague,

"You always get first dibs," the younger man complains.

Hal ignores this and gruntd, "Get him on all fours. Gonna fuck him like the bitch in heat he's acting like."

That bitch in heat doesn't have time to ask what it means to be "in heat," because Jerome is used to taking orders and immediately gets down onto the mattress to put the boy into position.

"Aw fuck," Hal says.

"What's the matter, boss?" askes the teen.

"I gotta fuckin' take a piss..."

Jerome laughs at this as he stopped trying to put the boy into position. "You gonna go all the way back up the hill? Cause by the time you get back I'm gonna be balls deep in this pussy."

"Fuck that," the older man says. "I ain't gonna risk it. I know Brick says we ain't supposed to piss on the garbage anymore, but fuck it. He won't come down here."

The man grabs his fat, still rigid cock and points it down at the mattress, not a foot away from where Theo is now kneeling, staring up at the two men. He crinkles his little nose in disgust as a spurt of yellow urine pushes out of the man's cock, followed by a heavy, steady stream.

"Fuck, you pissing is making me want to piss," Jerome says. "Shouldn't have had all those beers." The teenaged garbage man stands up, on the other side of Theo, and before the little boy knows it, there were now two heavy streams of yellow piss in front of him.

A few tiny droplets of it land on the little boy, and again he pulls a grossed-out face, but the men weren't fooled. Despite his expression, Theo's eyes keep darting back and forth between the two enormous black members in front of him.

"You're getting it all over the mattress!" Theo whines. He tries to back away as the piss soaks more of the already-filthy mattress he was squatting on.

"Awww, you want dick but you're afraid of a little piss?" the older man says. "You wanna play with garbage men, you gotta be ready to get dirty." Then Hal does something that makes Theo feel a rush of anger, disgust, and arousal. The man gives his large penis a jerk, sending a spray of his yellow urine across the front of Theo's neatly pressed little button-down shirt.

"Hey!" Theo squeals. "My mommy picked out this sh---"

Theo stops in mid-sentence when he feels something warm and wet hit the back of his head. Instinctually, he turns around to see what it is, which is a big mistake. Apparently, Jerome has decided that he has to piss as well. Theo turns just in time to receive the second, continuous jet of piss from the teen's cock squarely between the eyes.

With the tension broken, both men just start blatantly pissing all over the child. Within moments, Theo's shirt and shorts and even his little socks are soaked with the fragrant beer-piss from the two negro cocks pointing at him.

Theo can feel hot tears burning at his face, but he doubts either man notices, because they keep swiping their piss streams over his eyes and mouth and nose. But at the same time, Theo can't help but notice that he feels more aroused, more turned on, than he ever has before. He can feel a strange rumbling somewhere deep inside him---it makes him think of the volcano project they did at school, where they added two ingredients to make something bubble up and overflow. But what was it bubbling inside him now?

Finally, after what seems like hours, both men finish their piss at about the same time. They laugh as they shake the last few droplets on the trembling little rich boy.

"Well, better get him out of those nasty clothes now so he can get fucked," Jerome grunts.

Immediately, both men seize little Theo and start tearing his clothes away. In moments, he's completely naked, except for his adorable brand new light-up sneakers. In some ways, the child feels relieved to have his piss-soaked clothes off him. But he's never felt more exposed in his life, completely naked on his back on the wet mattress, with these two men standing over him.

"Get his legs behind his head," Hal commands

Before Theo can even process that sentence, the two men are on him. Jerome comes up behind his head, reaches forward, and yanks both of Theo's ankles until they are indeed by his ears. Good thing the boy was flexible.

Theo doesn't fully realize it, but at this point, there really is no going back. His precious, pure, untouched little pink rich-boy butthole is on display for all the world to see, or at least these two black garbage men. By the way they are groaning and muttering to each other, it's pretty clear they like what they see.

"Jesus, look at my head against his little pink pucker," Hal says, and Theo finds himself with two black, hairy teenage balls in his face as the younger man leans forward to get a look.

Theo's not able to see of course, but I'm sure you can imagine how his pale skin looks almost transluscent as the older man slides his obscenely large purple-ish black cock head up and down the boy's crack. Each time it passes over the pink hole, it fully eclipses the tiny slot, leaving a trail of slimy precum in its wake.

"Hand me the condoms and lube," Hal says.

There is a pause. "I thought you brought that shit..."

Theo sees the two men look at each other, and watches as the man who is currently teasing his hole puts on an angry expression. "You little motherfucker! You never fucking listen, do you? I told you to bring the condoms and lube and---"

"I thought you had some! You always keep some down here!"

The men begin to bicker back and forth, and little Theo can only lay there on his back helplessly, his legs hiked up and his little hole on display. Despite the heated argument about safe sex, Hal continues to rub his slimy, fat, black cock head up and down over the boy's spot, driving Theo simply out of his mind.

After following the conversation like a tennis match, finally Theo decides to pipe up. He's so confused, he just wants to get on with it.

"W-what's a condom?" he asks in a trembling voice.

There's a long pause, and then both of the men over him start laughing hysterically, and share a high-five.

"Well, I guess that answers that question!" Jerome says, slapping his boss on the back.

"Yep, I'm going in bare!"

And that's all the warning Theo gets before his virginity is ripped away from him. As soon as Hal realizes that Theo has no concept of safe sex, he knows he's in the clear to push ahead and show the little boy what happens when you flirt with a man three times your size and seven times your age.

Theo's high-pitched screams echo throughout the mountains of trash around him, but it's no use. The two garbage men have had enough fun down here to know that the boy can cry out all he wants---no one is going to rush into a dump to save him.

Without worrying, Hal pushes on, staring down as he watches his thick, dark meat disappear inch by inch into the unbelievably tight little sphincter that is too weak to stop his movement. The boy's hole is already stretched in an obscene O around the man's cock, but that doesn't stop him from shoving another two or three inches into the squirming kid, until the boy is resting with the fattest part of Hal's cock (aside form his head) lodged right where it counts.

Hal is already sweating, and he wipes his brow as he says to his colleague, "Go ahead and stuff his other end. We don't want him screaming when I start to fuck."

This brings Theo back to his senses for a moment, and he manages to say "No, wait, I---" before the younger garbage man is at his head, lowering his dark cock and hefty balls over the boy's protesting mouth. Before Theo can get out another word, he is once again experiencing the unique taste of a sweaty BBC in his mouth.

Jerome squats over his face, pushing his long teenaged cock down like a dipstick into the boy's face. In just a few thrusts, he's able to snake his member down into the boy's throat. When he's firmly lodged there, doing little strokes that batter the boy's tonsils, he says, "All good to go, Boss."

"Fuck yea," the older man grumbles. "Now open that pussy up for me."

Theo, of course, has no choice in the matter. Hal's rock-hard, girthy member does the opening for him, pushing slowly forward and forward and forward, until finally the man can see his black-and-gray bush of pubes pressed firmly against the pale, trembling cheeks of the little white whore.

"That's it, little faggot bitch," the man says. "Take all this black dick." Making good on his promise to fuck the kid, the older man begins to thrust, slowly withdrawing his obscenely thick meat until he can see his cock head pulling the boy nearly inside out. Then he plunders back in again, working up a healthy rhythm to really lay the pipe for the kid.

Taking the cue from his boss, Jerome decides to introduce the little boy to the concept of a sincere throat fucking. Without dislodging his penis from the boy's throat, the young teen agilely swivels around, so he's in a pushup position. Then he begins his own rhythm of thrusting, forcing his long cock so deep into the boy's gullet that Theo can't help but cough and spit up around the invading member.

Neither of the men seem disturbed at all boy the boy's clear struggles. They simply continue to speed up their spitroasting, using language that is somehow filthier than the mountains of stinking garbage all around them.

"I'm gonna tear this little rich cunt a new... uh... cunt!"

"Ah fuck, he's really giving me that gawk gawk... Little suck slut..."

"Damn, this pussy is READY for this dick. FUCK!"

Theo doesn't quite agree with that last statement, but he is in no position to verbally disagree (given the 8 or so inches lodged in his throat). The little boy does fortunately have some time to reflect on the situation he's gotten himself into though, because both of these men are trying to make this fuck last as long as it can.

Of course, the searing pain in his bum and the fact that he can only get a gasp of air every couple minute makes it hard to have a coherent thought for too long. But through the pain, Theo wonders when he'll start feeling the funny feelings that Isaac described. He's shocked that the littlest member of the club could go through what he's going through---with two cocks instead of one! He had to be brave, but it hurt so much. And what was a condom anyway?

Theo's train of thought is broken when he hears the older man say, "I gotta breed this bitch. Can't take it much longer..."

"Yeah, nut in him so I can get up there!" Jerome cheers on the older man. And that's all it takes.

Theo doesn't have time to reflect on what the word "breed" means before Hal shows him. With a monstrous roar, the older man throws back his head, stabs his hips forward as hard as they'll go, and unleashes a torrent of cum right into the kid's formerly virginal guts. The man grunts like a pig as he unloads, going lightheaded as his cock pumps over and over into the child.

Theo can feel the hot cum splattering his insides, and he feels a wide range of emotions which are overwhelming for his underdeveloped brain. In part, he's disappointed that the first cumshot he would potentially get to see is invisible, happening deep in his bowls. But that makes him so thankful that he's taking it up his cunt, just like the men he's seen in the movies.

The smell of the older man's sweat and sex, combined with the hot garbage and the pungent black nutsack pooling over his nostrils, make the little boy feel completely filthy. I am a filthy pig, he thinks to himself---and then he feels it again. A rumble deep inside him, something awakening.

But that feeling is disrupted when the older man withdraws his cock slowly, eliciting a delightful squeal from the boy as he pops the head out. He's shot so much sperm into the kid, it's already leaking out of his bruised little pucker in thick globs, but it's not like the dirty mattress is going to mind.

Theo feels another sensation---relief. As much as he wanted the fucking he just got, he's happy it's over. His hole is still screaming, and his legs are tired. He misses his comfy house, with the clean floors and the good smells.

But Theo, being a child who is still pretty inexperienced around men is being naive, because even as the men were withdrawing from his body, they were already talking about the next position they want him in.

"Wait... I... I wanna go home."

Once again, there is a long silence, followed by the men howling with laughter.

"Home?" Jerome says, coming around to the other end of the mattress. "You missing your cartoons or something?"

"Fuck boy, unless you got a ride outta here, I don't think you're going home yet," Hal says, now situated at Theo's front end. "Plus, you made a mess outta this fat black dick. Gotta clean that up."

Theo scrunches up his nose at the idea. The older man's semi-hard, bloated cock is dangling in front of his face. It's absolutely coated in slime, some of which Theo recognizes as white globes of cum. The rest of the slime, however, must have come from his own ass.

The man is poking it at his face, but Theo is keeping his lips tight. There's no way he's going to take that filthy thing in his mouth.

Then feels the younger man's hands on his hips, and he's flipped over onto all fours in the blink of an eye. Then, just as quickly, the younger man is pressing his cock at his hole. Theo's battered little entrance doesn't stand a chance---it's still trying to get back in shape after the last cock left a gaping hole, which makes it supremely easy for Jerome to press in and keep pressing until the boy is full again. And then some.

This of course causes Theo to open his mouth to scream, but only a tiny little yap comes out before his mouth is once again full with black cock. But this time, it's different. As soon as the taste of the slimy dick hits the little boy's mouth, something changes in him.

Hal says, "Oops, got a bit more piss for ya," and squirts a bit more of his urine into the boy's gullet, and that's what does it.

Theo has his first orgasm.

Somehow, being such a filthy, depraved little piggy boy sends this prim and proper rich slut into boygasm overdrive. His mind is racing as he feels the waves of it course through his body---if he weren't impaled on two BBCs, he'd probably look like he was having a seizure.

Jerome, for his part, doesn't pay much attention to baby's first orgasm. Sure, he notices that the boy's hole seems to be more open for him, and he takes that as an opportunity to start really pile-driving into the child with every inch of that dark dick he's got.

Hal, on the other hand, does notice the shift in the child. Perhaps it's because Hal is older, and is more sensitive to these things. Or maybe it's because one of the ways Theo finds he can cope with the overwhelming feeling of an orgasm is by transforming into a serious suck slut.

It's a good thing, too, because the older man has more than just "a bit" of piss for the kid. For as long as Theo lives, he will always remember that his very first orgasm was tainted with hot piss from some man he barely knew. Not exactly a life of romance lined up for the kid, but hey, that's what happens when you wanna play with the big boys.

Despite his waning boygasm, Theo has renewed energy for this ordeal. Somewhere in his little brain, he realizes that this kind of filthy, perverted sex is what he's needed all along. He becomes incredibly hungry not for just the cocks inside him, but specifically for all of the slime coating the older man's cock.

"Damn, kid is hoovering me!" Hal exclaims at this new development. "I was starting to wonder whether this baby boy really DID want to have sex with us grown men. But I guess this answers my question."

"That's fuckin' right," Jerome agrees. "Was about to nut anyway, but now I can really pound." The teenager starts thrusting his hips faster than before, pushing Theo further and further onto the cock entering his throat.

Unlike his boss, Jerome isn't a screamer when he cums. Instead he just mumbles, "Fuckin squirtin' this nut up that pussy," and makes good on his word by adding another giant load to the boy's already brimming fuck tunnel.

Having been born with such a silver spoon in his mouth, greed comes easy to Theo. Slipping into the role of greedy cock pig feels almost like home, which is why he doesn't put up much protest when the men swap places again.

At some point, the three sex partners come to a silent realization. No one says it out loud, but it's clear to everyone that Theo has a filth fetish, and in particular, he's a big fan of ass to mouth. He doesn't mind the occasional squirt (or gallon) of piss along the way.

There's no telling how long these two men would've defiled the little boy, if they weren't interrupted by the dirty, beat up pickup truck barreling toward them through the piles of garbage.

At that moment, Theo was bent over the hood of a rusty abandoned car missing its roof. Hal was back inside his cunt, pounding away while standing up, while Jerome was spread out on the hood of the car, having his sweaty nutsack worshipped by the child. Theo's little legs dangled several feet off the ground as he got stuffed with more black cock than most porn stars could handle.

"Fuck, it's Brick!" Jerome says, scrambling off the hood of the car.

"Who's Brick?" Theo thinks to himself somewhere through the haze of his greedy slurping of the hairy balls he rolls around in his newly stretched mouth.

He lets out a breathy groan as he feels Hal pull out of him, and without the cock to hold him up, he slumps to the muddy ground by the tire of the car, sperm leaking out of both his ends.

"What the FUCK did I say about fucking whores during work?" roars the man who steps out of the pickup truck.

Theo is terrified when he sees the man, who seems almost as big as the truck himself. He estimates the man is about Hal's age, if not older. He's not black like Theo's current suitors---he's white, with a scruffy grey beard, and similar hair running down his thick arms and coming up around the collar of his white t-shirt.

The man isn't wearing a uniform either---he's just got on a pair of baggy, muddy workpants under his sweaty shirt. He's large, not muscular like Hal or defined like Jerome. The man is round, with a big hairy belly that Theo can see under his shirt.

"What kind of slut have you dragged down here this time, hmm? Oh... Oh fuck."

It's at that moment that Brick, the dump manager, lays his eyes on Theo, the dump cumdump.

"Is that... is that a fucking LITTLE BOY?" the man yells. "What the fuck??"

"Now hold on, Brick," Hal says, stepping in front of Theo and trying to cover his manhood with both hands, which isn't nearly enough to do the job.

"Yeah, we can explain," Jerome says, taking a similar stance.

But the beefy, hairy man is growing red in the face, and Theo can sense he's angry.

"Where the fuck are his parents?" he roars.

"They gave him to us... for the day..." Jerome says.

"The GAVE him to you? So you could... what? Fuck him up?"

"Nah... that was his idea," the older man says. "Honest!"

"Don't fucking lie to me. There's no way that kid asked for this kind of treatment!"

"Honest, boss, he did!" Hal says. "Tell him, slut!" He nudges Theo with his foot.

Theo is dazed and frightened... This new man is scary, and he's terrified the man is going to tell his parents what he's done. So he decides the only way forward is to tell the truth.

"It's... It's true," Theo said. "I... wanted...I want this. I love it. It's... I asked for it!"

Brick stares down at the child, his face twisted into an expression of shock, disgust, and blatant horniness.

"Get the boy's clothes and get in the fuckin' truck. Take him home to his parents."

"Yes boss," the men say in unison, and begin to scramble to grab the boy's clothes.

But before they can dress him, Brick interrupts. "I didn't say get him dressed yet. Throw the clothes in the back of the truck. He's riding with me."

The entire group turn to look at the garbage truck that brought Theo into this twisted place. The back is open, and there's about four feet of hot garbage inside. Some of it is in bags, and some of it is wet, unidentifiable mess strewn about.

"No, wait! Those are my nice clothes!" Theo cries as he sees Jerome pick up his clothes and tosses them carelessly in amongst the garbage.

"Don't worry, this stuff ain't going anywhere but to your house with the rest of us," Brick says. "Now you two bozos get in the front. I'm gonna try this boy out before we get him back to his mommy and daddy."

And with that, the new man bends down, grabs Theo under the arms, and slings him over his shoulder. The man hefts his large body into the back of the truck, demonstrating just how strong he is under that gut, and tosses the boy down into the garbage.

Theo feels something wet and sticky squish beneath him, and he's pretty sure it's not just the semen dripping out of him. But he doesn't have a chance to see what it is, because as soon as Brick is in the back of the truck with him, he tells Hal to hit a button on the side of the truck, and the opening at the back of the truck begins to close.

The shaft of early-afternoon light slowly moves across the piles of garbage, and the boys twisted little body, until it's completely dark. Now, the only lights in the room are coming from Theo's little light-up sneakers, and a flashlight the man has pulled out from the pocket of his pants. When he lights it up, it gives the effect of someone telling a ghost story around a campfire.

Theo's feeling nervous, and now that there's no fresh air coming in, the smell of the hot garbage beneath him makes him feel like he's going to pass out. This feeling is only made worse when the man he's just met---Brick they call him---grabs him by the back of the neck and pulls him up so the little child is resting on the hairy man's large belly.

"Give Uncle Brick a kiss," the man grunts, and just like that, little Theo has the first "adult kiss" of his life. It's not the most romantic kiss, given that it's happening with a total stranger old enough to be his grandfather, in the back of a garbage truck, with several black loads seeping out of his swollen cunt.

Theo's eyes shoot open wide as the man pushes his thick tongue into his mouth. The boy can taste the man's cigarettes, but he has no choice to accept the sloppy kiss since the man's bearded mouth completely envelopes Theo's lips.

It's gross to the boy, but he quickly forgets about it when he feels the man's thick paw reaching down to part the child's lily-white ass cheeks. Theo moans into the man's mouth as the garbage dump boss dips his thick, hairy, filthy fingers into the creamy and pink mess that used to be a butt hole. The truck rumbles to life, and soon the man and boy are bouncing along as the truck leaves the dump.

"Lil faggot has a hungry pussy," the man says, breaking the kiss and starting to disrobe. In no time, his wife beater is off and his pants are around his ankles. "Go suck some dick boy."

Theo is still so horny from his harrowing afternoon that he doesn't have to be told twice. He scoots down, his little red light-up sneakers leading the way, until he's got his face buried the large man's hairy crotch.

And what a crotch it is. There is just enough light for Theo to make out the new monster he's faced with. The third man cock he's ever seen in real life isn't as dark as the two pieces of meat he's already dealt with today, but it's just as intimidating. Though it isn't as long as the two black men, what Brick lacks in size he makes up for in girth. It reminds Theo of a slinky---that's the only thing his little brain comes up with to explain the man's thickness.

It also didn't take long for Theo to find out that Brick is a grade-A cock leaker. His thick slab of old man meat is burping up globs of precum, which drip from the man's thick---

Well, Theo hadn't come across the word "foreskin" in his grade school education, but that's exactly what catches his attention. It's thick, almost like leather, the way it curls over the old man's glistening glands.

As that slimy thick piece of skin slides back, Theo chases after it, and then takes the old man's slimy, sweaty cock head right into his mouth. Because he's getting that feeling in his tummy again---his spidey sense that knows something FILTHY was about to happen---Theo finds himself sucking HUNGRILY at that cock. Even though the man can't see much in the dark, Theo wants to be sure the man sees the hunger in Theo's eyes. Theo was sending the man a message:

"Whatever filthy thing you want, please do it! I need another boygasm thingie!"

The man, of course, absolutely can read the boy's expression---not that it mattered. Brick isn't the kind of man who worries about whether or not he he's grossing out his sex partner---even if that sex partner is a kid that he knows virtually nothing about.

Which is why the man keeps spreading his legs wider and wider. At first Theo thinks it was due to the bumps in the truck as they turn through the suburban streets of the strangest neighborhood on Earth.

As the man's legs spread, Theo begins to think the man wants a ball wash. Theo starts lapping at the man's egg-shaped balls, tickling the man's copious gray and black pubes which coated his musky, wrinkled sack.

Brick has to admit, it felt pretty good, but that wasn't what he was after, so he decides to use his flashlight to show the boy what he really wants.

Theo pulls back and stares wide-eyed at what's under the spotlight. The man's two enormous melon-shaped hairy ass cheeks are spread wide, and his pube-coated sweaty pucker is on display.

Theo only has a moment to take it in before the man grunts, "Suck my shitter, ya little piglet."

It's hard to say how Theo's little brain interpreted this command. Surely he hadn't thought of doing such a thing before---hadn't seen it during any of his late-night porn binges. Did he recognize the words enough to know that the man wanted it? He didn't know any adults who used such language...

Whatever it was, it only takes a few seconds for him to act on his newfound desire to taste a man's butt hole. He dives in tongue first, somehow translating his crash course in adult kissing into the ingredients for what would be a very sloppy sphincter makeout sesh.

Theo doesn't seem at all disturbed by the long, curly gray hairs that coat the man's hole---in fact, he finds himself sucking on them in between long dips of his little kitten tongue into the man's anal cavity.

All the while, Brick is trash talking the little cum dumpster.

"Yeah you little piggy, you like that sweaty man hole, don't you? Yeah, suck that hole. You're getting me close, boy."

Brick is close, but Theo is closer. The intoxicating aroma of the adult hole he's slurping on is getting to him, and when he feels the man's hole begin to flex as the man approaches his own orgasm, Theo finds himself about to boygasm.

The wave is just as intense as the ones he'd had earlier, getting pissed on and cunted hard, but this time, he knew to expect it, and was looking forward to riding the wave as he continued to suckle hole.

Unfortunately, Brick has a different idea.

"C'mere and let me breed ya," he says as he sits up, reaches down, and grabs the little boy under the armpits.

Theo is fully in the throes of his cresting boygasm, and can do nothing as the man flips him over, until he is face down, ass up in the mountains of trash backs and mysterious liquids beneath them.

The good news is, Theo's little pussy is still stretched out from the brutal fucking he'd had only a few minutes ago, by the two men driving down his own street.

The bad news is that Brick knows the route well enough to know that he doesn't have time to give the little boy's hole the same generous treatment Hal and Jerome had given it.

No, Brick is about to cum, and the truck is about to stop, which means he is going to bust into that hole like he owns the place. Theo's screams are muffled by the trash beneath him as he feels the man's beer can cock stretch him in ways he didn't think possible.

"I'm fucking BREEDING you, faggot," the man grunts, and then he makes good on his promise and begins emptying the content of his balls into the child's screaming, pulsating abyss. Brick releases rope after rope of his thick cream into the child, and the sounds of their mutual grunts and screams---at vastly different pitches---make a very peculiar sound.

Luckily, the only people around to hear it are Jerome and Hal, who have parked the truck and come around back. The two men stand there grinning as the electronic door of the garbage truck opens up. The late afternoon sunlight illuminates the shocking scene inside.

To a stranger, it would almost look like two pigs had gotten into the trash, although, one would have to be a boar, and the other a wee little piglet. Of course, Hal and Jerome expect nothing less.

The two men politely wait for the man and child to finish their respective orgasms, and then stood sentinel as the two scrounge around for their clothes and get dressed. They hear Theo still whimpering, and at one point, snicker when they hear him wail, "All my clothes are ruined!"

When they have the boy dressed and out onto the street again, all three men take one last look at him. He really is a mess---his once neatly pressed clothes are stained red, and only one of his shoes is still lighting up. His mop of reddish brown hair is matted in places with lord knows what...and the boys knees are shaking so fiercely he can barely stand.

"Well, thanks for the fun time, kid," Hal says.

"Yeah, good fuckin' and all," Jerome adds.

Brick just nodded and grunted at the boy he's just met and bred, and then leads his two employees back to the truck.

"Wait.. what am I supposed to tell my parents?" Theo calls out---but the men can't hear him over the sound of their truck starting up. With a puff smoke that makes Theo cough, the garbage truck leaves him right there on the curb with the rest of the trash.