Date: Thu, 26 Oct 2017 22:06:14 +1100 From: Taylor Foxx [email protected] Subject: My Son's Friends (Niall Part 2) | Gay Incest
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Niall Part 2
Here's the thing about an orgy - they're never as organized as you want them to be. At least, not for a control freak like me. You can take precautions, give everyone a heads up about what you want to go down, establish rules - but at the end of the day, one hard cock on its own is hard to deny (ask any man who's ever had an erection.) Each cock you add into that situation makes it exponentially harder to control the situation.
Now add in the fact that the boy at the center of this orgy was a pale, trembling, adorable, red-headed virgin, and that his brother was asleep a few feet away, and the fact that no one got killed is a miracle.
So keep that in mind. Because what I'll do now, is run you through the greatest hits. Niall's greatest hits, though I'm not sure he would use those words. But for me, these are the moments that stood out over the next three hours - which is exactly how long it took for us to finish off this night.
Youssef's Fetish
I gave Niall a little break to have a glass of water. I wasn't a total monster, and I knew he'd be needing something to cleanse his pallette after ingesting his first load with no warning(from a redneck stranger, of course!).
But once he'd finished his cup of water, I let him know with my stern "Daddy knows best" face that it was time to get back at it.
"Don't worry," I said, hearing his sniffles. "This one you're gonna like a lot more. At least at first, I thought to myself.
I scanned the room, looking for the best place to take this next step. That's when I noticed the open closet door, in which I saw a number of big, fluffy stuffed animals. The kind rich little white boys like Niall probably beg mommy and daddy to buy. Right in the center was a big, brown, furry stuffed bear far too large for a boy like Niall to be able to hold.
Taking his hand, I led the sniffly and sleepy little boy over to his closet. "Lay down, buddy. No more cum for a bit. Just lay down
Niall didn't hesitate for a moment. This is why I love virgins like Niall, who don't even know what sex really is yet. There was no way he would have laid down like that - flat on his tummy, pert little ass facing out into a room full of jacking strange men - if he'd known what we were going to do to that. But he had no idea, wouldn't be able to even fathom that each man in the room planned to put his cock up his poop chute. As far as Niall knew, his little sphincter was an "out-only" part of his biology. That would change.
But first, preparation. I knew well enough that you coudln't just dive right in cock-first to a new boy hole. Like boys themselves, virgin buttholes needed to be seduced, wooed, or at least brought as close to "hungry for cock" as they ever would get. Depended on the boy. But given Niall's shy disposition, I knew I was gonna have to make that hole feel GOOD.
In a second on I was on him, first covering his small, smooth body with my big, hairy one. I growled into his ear, "Now, you just lay here for a second. This is gonna feel funny...but it won't hurt. You're gonna love it."
And then, slowly, I slid downward until I was face to face with Niall's pert, snow-white cheeks. Just like the rest of him, this part of his body bore a strong resemblance to his brother. Just smaller.
I heard the men, who were closing in behind us now, let out a group groan as I placed my hands on those tiny cheeks and pulled them apart.
"Oh fuck, there it is," I heard someone moan. Elijah maybe.
"I could fucking bust right now. I'm gonna seed that bitch up!" Mal said.
"Don't you dare," I said, though I could barely keep the smile off my face. "Condoms only. Remember."
I couldn't blame the guys. It was a thing of beauty, finally seeing that hole. Each boy hole is different, and Niall's was really something special. It was bright pink, almost like it was glowing, and completely hairless. Who wouldn't want to break it open and deliver a load inside?
"Wh-what are you guys talking about?" Niall said, his voice muffled as he pressed his face into the teddy bear.
"Nothing, sweetie. Now get ready," I said. Then it was time.
I dove forward, tongue, out, and let the tip of it just tickle the outside of Niall's impossibly small, completely puckered shut butt hole.
There was the telltale moan as my tongue first touched his hole - one of total surprise.
That sharp cry was interrupted by the feeling of my tongue now pressed flat, covering his hole and the area around it with wet warmth.
"What the -" came his breathless cry as I began to lap up and down his crack, tasting his sweetness while filling him with confusing but wonderful feelings.
And just like that - as easy as turning the lock - I had him. Niall's moans devolved from anything like words, replaced only by the kind of horny moans a child like him can make during their first intense rimming.
I've done this so many times, it feels like chewing gum. I know just how to suck, slobber, and drill a hole with my lips and tongues to make a boy lose his mind. And from the sounds of it, that's exactly what Niall was doing.
Of course, I wasn't the only one who gave Niall a feast. I don't think the kid even realised that he had every adult tongue in the room a few inches inside his asshole over the next hour.
Finally, I knew he was ready when I pulled my tongue away for a second and saw him instinctively bump his little butt cheeks back, asking for more.
"What a whore..." Youssef muttered behind me. He must know a thing or two about kids like Niall too. Or maybe he just knew it was time for his fetish.
I used this as an opportunity to execute the next move. With no warning, I grabbed Niall's hair in my fist and yanked him up off his fluffy stuffed-animal bed, until he was flat against me as I kneeled on the floor.
"Did you hear that?" I growled into his ear as he moaned at the pain. I wasn't yanking his hair hard, but from what he'd just been going through, I was sure he was feeling it. Not to mention, the length of my fat cock was now pressed up flat against his ass crack. "Youssef says you're a whore. Is that true?"
"Yeah he's a fucking whore!" Jax shouted. I guess he was rebounding from his recent orgasm.
"Fucking faggot whore," Elijah added.
I knew that Niall didn't understand any of this, but that didn't matter. I really just needed a distraction while Mal and Youssef basically read my mind. As I held Niall up, Mal moved forward and pulled away the big teddy bear.
In seconds, Youssef took the stuffed bear's place, taking the exact same position that Niall had been in. Though now, instead of a sweet, smooth little boy laying on top of a pile of stuffed animals, there was an entirely different beast.
Specifically, there was a big, stocky, hairy, sweaty, butt-naked Syrian refugee. It couldn't have been more different. The ass on display now was massive - each cheek about the size of a watermelon. The whole thing was covered with hair - all the way to the small of his back and around the sides of his ass. But his crack was of course the deepest, darkest, wettest patch of hair. The sweat from the long night we'd had plastered those long arab butt hairs to his cheeks. Those cheeks, by the way, spread naturally.
Which meant that right there, in the middle of all that fur, was an adult butt hole. A butthole that had been around for decades, one that had none of the childish characteristics of Niall's little pink hole. This one was brownish-purple, puckered, and of course matted with sweaty hair.
And it was right into that ugly bear trap that I slowly lowered Niall forward - face forward - so he had plenty of time to consider that he was about to become incredibly intimate with an adult male's sweaty shitter.
"Ooooh, nasty!" Mal called out when the boy finally made contact with the ass.
"Fuck yea! Suck that butt hole, baby fag!" Jax called out.
"Yummy ummy.." Elijah muttered. "Fucking nasty."
And it was nasty. It's certainly not something I would ever do - I preferred my buttholes clean, sweet, and hairless. But seeing as Riley was still sleeping, there was no other choice - little sleepy Niall was gonna have to make out with this strange foreign man's anus, no questions asked.
Or rather, I'm sure there would have been questions, if Niall could speak. But it's hard to speak when your face is completely enveloped by two ginormous meaty hairy butt cheeks.
Now, I know what you're thinking. How is it possible that a virgin boy like Niall would know anything about sucking hole? Well, he didn't. Not at first. But this was a learning experience, and Niall had 5 very happy teachers goading him along.
We had Youssef serving as judge and jury, as well, in terms of whether or not Niall was giving his shitter the proper treatment. I bent down low into Niall's ear, and began to coo instructions to him.
"Remember how I licked you, Niall? Youssef likes that do. Can you press your tongue against his hole? You'll feel it. Lick around until you find it."
Mal apparently decided this was a good time to take on the "devil on the shoulder" role. I could see him, his mouth practically covering Niall's other ear, his tongue lapping and out of his ear canal as he spoke dirty sweet nothings to the boy.
"Suck that hole, fagbaby," I heard him say. "You love the taste of that Leb shitter, don't ya? Faggot!" SPAT
Niall seemed too focused on the hole to answer - though at that point I did let him up for a quick gasp of air.
Youssef's irritation grew for a bit at the start, but eventually - with my sweet talk and Mal's encouragement, Niall seemed to finally figure it out. It only took about a half hour to get there, but eventually Youssef was able to relax and enjoy having his sweaty spchinter cleaned by a boy who had been asleep and uncorrupted only minutes ago.
This gave me hope, because honestly, a half hour wasn't that long for a kid like Niall to pick up that skill. Sure, his brother had a touch "butt hunger" from the start - the first time I gave him the option, he lapped at my hole for a good hour without complaint. But Niall was shyer, so the fact that within 30 minutes he'd picked up the ability to make a man moan by sucking on his hole, I was happy.
After about 30 minutes, Youssef abruptly moved, bending his knees suddenly so that he was on all fours, his head and chest still resting on that big teddy bear. His big ass bumped Niall back into my arms, where he lay gasping for air.
"أنا ستعÙ...Ù„ نائب الرئيس الآن.," Youssef grunted as he steadied himself on all fours.
I turned to Mal, who was seated across from me. `What did he say?"
"He says he's going to cum now," Mal said, suddenly leaning forward and grabbing the gasping Niall out of my lap.
"Wait!" I called out, but Mal was too fast. In an instant he had re-positioned Niall down on the carpet, sliding him between Youssef's feet and legs like a bowling ball, until the boy was on his back, face up, head against his teddy, and the fattest Lebanese cock in the world dangling above his face.
"Wh-what..." was all Niall got out before the first srpay hit him.
SPLAT SPLAT SPLAT The sound of that creamy Lebanese load hitting Niall's upturned face would have grossed me out, if I hadn't been so horny.
At that moment, I realized that it wasn't just Youssef's cock and ass that were extremely thick, but also his loads. He'd already cum once that night thanks to the boy "sleeping" across the room. So it wasn't as much of a shooting load as it was a thick, sloppy drops of ball gunk falling from his fat cock head directly onto Niall's pretty little face.
I'll be damned if somehow Youssef's second load wasn't bigger than its first, despite the lower range. He absolutely coated Niall's face with splatters of cum, leaving most of the skin covered with jizz. There were a few dry spots between his eyebrows and on the tip of his chin, but other than that, the baby boy was drenched.
I'd like to say I know what was going through Niall's head, but at that moment, it was clear (even with Youssef's load cover his facial expressions) that the boy had entered what I called "cock shock."
"Cock shock" isn't uncommon, especially during a boy's first time, and especially if that boy isn't quite as cock hungry as some others (looking at you Riley). I guess at some point, all of the new information and lessons they're learning overwhelm their brains, and they short-circuit.
Cock shock isn't a bad thing. It's a good way for the boys to cope through whatever they're struggling with. Not to mention, I knew it was good for something else - the boy's first fuck. Cock shock somehow made it easier for them to take their first cock up their cunts. And I couldn't think of a better time than now to get Niall started on that train.
"Buckle up," I said, lifting the dripping boy off the carpet by his shoulders. "Time for a bumpy ride."
Immediately, the men broke out into the same old argument we'd had in the kitchen. Not about who would get the first crack at Niall's pussy. It hadn't even been a question - it was clear to everyone, probably even Niall on some level, that his first cock would be the one that had brought all of this together - mine.
We'd debated it for a while, but we never could agree position we wanted to put Niall in for his almighty cherry pop. And now that we were in the kid's bedroom, you also to factor in the question of wherein the room Niall would ride out his first cock.
Mal insisted that the top bunk was the best spot - his own bed, his comfort zone. He wanted to watch Niall slide down my cock like a piece of boy meat on a skewer.
Youssef, the greedy fucker, suggested we lay Niall down on the carpet, so he could sit on his face for round two of butt hair munching time. "Will hold him down while you fuck," he explained.
Elijah made a hard case for me to just slip it into the kid as I held him in my arms. He even cheerfully volunteered to help my cock into the boy.
Jax, not the most complicated guy in the room, just said, "Fold the kid in half and git `er done!"
The men weren't keeping their voices down as they shouted over each other. Between that and the sunlight coming through the blinds, it's no wonder Riley chose that moment to "wake up" from his post-coital slumber.
Somehow, his soft, boyish voice managed to cut through the deep baritone voices of the drunk, arguing men in his room.
"Here," he said.
At that moment, you could have heard a pin drop. Everyone in the room - even sticky little Niall - turned to look at Riley. The boy was sitting up in bed, still partially under the covers. He looked still tired, and his red hair was all messed up from his pillow. I wondered how his hole was feeling, if it was still painful down there. Something told me there was still a bit of a sting, from the way he was sitting delicately.
"If you're gonna do it, do it over here. I'll hold him and help him."
There was another beat of silence, and then a loud roar as all of the men immediately agreed this was a wonderful idea. In no time, we had Niall tucked into the bottom bunk, his head in his brother's lap, his body on top of his brother's brightly colored sheets.
I hopped in there as well - it was pretty cramped. I coudln't even reall sit upright all the way, had to bend my neck. It was a boy's size bed, and now it was accommodating two boys, an adult male and his raging hard on.
One of the things I loved about fucking my son's friends is that boys that age are so fucking flexible. Niall didn't even wince when I grabbed his ankles and pushed them back, so that his toes were practically by his shoulders.
I could feel the heat and wetness of the horny men gather closer, nearly shoving each other to get a good look at what was now splayed out before me. Niall's hole was making its second appearance, but this time, in a different context. I knew that every man in the room was doing what I was doing - taking a mental photograph. Actually, I think Jax may have taken an actual photograph on his phone. it's so vital, at moments like these, to remember what a little ass hole on a boy like Niall is supposed to look like. Because in just a few moments, it will never look that pristine and perfect again. And in a few hours, it will be one of those sloppy, wet fuck holes that you see toward the tail end of nasty gang bang pornos.
It looked so perfect, now, though, that I just had to kiss it hello. First with my mouth, then with my cock.
"Everybody ready?" I said. The men all agreed instantly.
"Riley?" I said.
Riley looked up at me. He started to say something, but then shut his mouth. "Ready."
"Niall?"
Niall, still covered in cum and recovering from cock shock, did what so many boys his age will do in a situation they don't understand. He'll imitate the adults in the room, or his big brother. Which is why Niall declared, "Ready," in his soft, quiet voice, even though everyone knew there was no way hew as ready for what was about to come.
"All right then," I said, and started to push.
"WAIT!" Riley should. "Wait...what about...those things?"
"What things?" I said, focusing intensely at the feeling of immense pressure on the tip of my cock. Niall's hole was gonna put up a fight, huh?
"The...poppers," Riley said.
"Oh fuck, he does poppers?" Elijah asked. "Daaaaamn."
"Uh...Riley, you know we don't use those very much. They're not good for a developing brain."
"But...it's just...it's his first time. And there's so...many of you." His eyes darted around the room from face to face, cock to cock. "Please..."
"Aww, please," Jax immitated, sort of mocking Riley. "Give the fag some poppers."
I'll admit, it didn't take much arm twisting. Riley was right - it would be better for Niall if he was fucked up for this fucking. It was fucking hot to watch boys do it, though I tried to limit it to special situations. Boys had such a variety of reactions to poppers, and it's impossible to know what they'll be like ahead of time.
But no matter how it reacted, it would help him unhook is brain a bit, which was always a good thing for particularly challenging scenarios like this one.
So I told Mal where I'd put them, and he went and got them from the parent's room in a flash.
"All right," I said, shaking the bottle as he handed it to me. "Now we're ready to party!"
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