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Subject: Jeramie LeCleaux -- Chapter 8 Jeramie LeCleaux Boyslut Detective Case File 008 The Case of the Road Trip Ransom Written by Daddy-Chief Feel free to donate to Nifty so that stories keep fty/donate.html Synopsis: Jeramie LeCleaux is a ten-year old kid detective and slut puppy. When trouble strikes, he uses his wits and his well-trained boypussy to root out clues and interrogate suspects. This time, it is Ricky Baxter who has gotten himself balls deep into a mystery! When the little scamp next door goes on a road trip on his Dad's big rig, it doesn't take long for danger to strike. Now, Ricky must face an underworld ring without the aid of his best friend's wits. Can he manage by himself? And is trouble lurking far closer than he could ever have imagined? ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ Todd Baxter stepped out of his eighteen-wheeler cab. The air seemed to hold it's breath momentarily as the cabin door behind him slammed shut. He could hear the heels of his boots crunch against the stray gravel left in the parking lot. All around him, there were pockets of light shining down from street lamps onto cars, chasing away the night. The area was quiet enough to seem spooky. He was used to the larger cities that his company sent him to, hauling freight to big chain stores. The little mom-and-pop grocery here in Pembrooke Falls seemed almost insignificant by comparison. *quot;Shit,*quot; he grumbled to himself, keeping close to the shadows while making his way toward the front of the store. *quot;How do I get myself into these messes?*quot; More than half of the parking spaces were vacant. He'd had no trouble moving his semi into several of the squares in the back. No one had shown up to hassle him about parking there either, which was a relief. The last thing he needed was for somebody to start poking around near his truck, sticking their nose where it didn't belong. The shadows left by the street lamps helped conceal his figure. Uncle Todd didn't want any trouble. He was there to pick a couple of things up before making tracks out of town. It was that time when most families were settling in. They would have dinner on the table soon and eat by the light of their televisions sets. *quot;Lucky bastards,*quot; he thought aloud. The front doors to the grocery store opened automatically. Uncle Todd flinched at the bright lights shining on the inside. His ears were filled with the frantic sounds of people moving about trying to pick up a few last-minute items before the place closed for the night. Quickly, he made he way around the handful of cashiers ringing up purchases for impatient customers. No one noticed him or made the attempt to stop him for idle chit-chat. That was precisely the way Uncle Todd wanted it, too. He worked his way as fast as his booted feet would carrying him to the rear of the store without being conspicuous. Once there, Uncle Todd grabbed a loaf of bread and a couple of packets of sandwich meat. Next, he grabbed a case of beer for himself and two cases of soda. The muscles in his arms strained against the pale, dirty t-shirt he wore as he made his way down the candy aisle. There was a bag of peanut butter cups at eye-level about halfway down. Uncle Todd snagged them and kept moving. He was almost to the front of the store when something caught his attention. It was a voice, one very familiar to him. *quot;Has she quit crying finally?*quot; he overheard his brother say from around the corner. *quot;Good. Tell her I'll be home soon.*quot; Uncle Todd felt his stomach cut flips. This was the last place he expected to find his brother. The man almost never left his home after six p.m. Uncle Todd couldn't fathom why he would break the habit now. *quot;Listen,*quot; he heard his brother saying. *quot;If she keeps acting like this, we've got to do something. I don't care...*quot; His brother paused, so Uncle Todd risked taking a quick peek. His brother was a few short feet away, standing in front of a pay phone. There was a packet of hot dogs and some buns sitting in a grocery cart next to him. It looked as if his younger brother had gone on a quick food run for the missus. *quot;We didn't let Eddie get away with this...*quot; His brother paused yet again. *quot;No, Eddie never acted that way. Ricky did, and we made sure to nip that...*quot; His brother was cut off in mid-sentence yet again. *quot;I don't care!*quot; Uncle Todd heard his younger sibling snap. It sounded like the junior Baxter brother was on the phone with his wife. Uncle Todd shook his head, made certain the coast was clear, and slipped around to the nearest register. There was no one else waiting in line, and a quick glance showed that his little brother couldn't see him. Uncle Todd said a silent prayer of thanks while his items were rung up. He had definitely dodged a bullet there. Granted, he would loved to spend every day with Ricky. Eddie seemed like a pretty good kid too, if a little too quiet. Trixie, on the other hand, was hellspawn. The girl screamed at the drop of a hat. Each time Uncle Todd had visited in the past, he felt a surge of relief for not being responsible for her. The cashier, meanwhile, rang up his total. Uncle Todd paid and, making sure one last time that the coast was clear, took off for the exit. He was through the front doors and back out into the dark parking lot in moments. *quot;Poor bastard,*quot; he said, chuckling to himself at the thought of what his brother had to go home to. The bags full of beer and groceries hung from his two hands. He could feel his muscles, honed from years of working out in prison yards, strain again. The short sleeve t-shirt he wore showed off the prison tattoos he sported. Someone wolf whistled at him from off in the distance. Uncle Todd grinned at the sound. He prided himself on being in shape. Getting out of the clink hadn't killed his desire to pump iron. It was a terrific way to kill time and work off stress. Plus, Uncle Todd had always enjoyed the looks he got from people. Women and men alike respected him more because of his physique. Unlike his brother, who was a good thirty pounds overweight and walked around like he'd been beaten down by life. Todd was halfway across the parking lot when something caught his eye. The semi truck he'd rolled up in was still a ways to go, but another car stood out. It was parked underneath one of the street lamps. This particular light, however, had gone out. That accounted for why Todd hadn't noticed the vehicle before. Now, however, Todd recognized the 1992 Suburban that his younger brother owned. He'd last seen it last year at Halloween when he'd visited. Folks called them SUVs. Uncle Todd thought they were a hideous mixture of a jeep and a van. He couldn't fathom owning one himself. Undoubtedly, the purchase had been made under the orders of his younger brother's wife. It looked exactly like the sort of thing she would want. There were cars parked around it, but all of them had been vacated. It looked as if their owners were still inside, probably still shopping. Something inside of his brother's SUV moved, though. Todd squinted his eyes and felt something stir inside of him when he caught sight of his nephew, Eddie. The boy was reading. His father must have left him there, telling him that it wouldn't take long. If the phone call were any indication, though, Todd's little brother would be in the grocery store for several more minutes. An idea formed in Uncle Todd's mind. Quietly, he wove his body through the gaps between each empty vehicle, careful not to bang the grocery bags against them. Eddie never heard him approach. He had his nose buried in a new book. It looked like a scary one?his favorite. Setting his bags down, Uncle Todd reached out and rapped his knuckles against the window. Eddie jumped about a foot off the seat. His wide eyes, shaking with fear, calmed somewhat when he saw who it was. *quot;Uncle Todd!*quot; he exclaimed, opening the door for a hug. *quot;Shhh!*quot; Uncle Todd admonished gently as the boy wrapped two small arms around him. *quot;Nobody knows I'm here. It's a secret. I'm about to leave town.*quot; *quot;Oh, okay.*quot; Eddie was such a trusting soul that he didn't bother to question his uncle. *quot;Did you come here to see me, though?*quot; *quot;Sure did!*quot; The lie came easy to Uncle Todd. It was far preferable than admitting the truth. Being honest might spoil the plans he had for this kid. *quot;Listen, I can't stay for very long,*quot; he whispered, making a show of looking around. *quot;But I wanted to play a quick game with you. It's real special, so you have to keep it a secret.*quot; *quot;Okay!*quot; Eddie's eyes practically gleamed with excitement. *quot;Will I like it?*quot; A grin spread across Uncle Todd's face as he spoke. *quot;Oh, trust me,*quot; he replied knowingly. *quot;You're gonna love this, kid. Step out of the car for a sec.*quot; Eddie obediently hopped out and followed his uncle around to the back. Uncle Todd popped the trunk?more like a rear door, really?before scooping his nephew up with one arm. Eddie let out a giggle as he was tossed into the back. In minutes, the boy was naked with his little legs spread wide. Uncle Todd unzipped his fly and shoved his worn jeans down to his knees. His mule cock, thick and scarier than anything in a children's story, swung back and forth in the cool night air. Uncle Todd seized hold of it at the base and drove it forward, straight up into the little faggot's cunt hole. It was his turn to stare wide-eyed. The hole gobbled up his thick shaft with minimal resistance. *quot;Fuck!*quot; Uncle Todd swore as he began to thrust. *quot;Mmm!*quot; Eddie moaned in answer. *quot;Oh, please fuck me harder, Uncle Todd!*quot; The SUV began to rock violently from Uncle Todd's thrusts. All of the other vehicles stayed perfectly still. This wasn't the occasion for him to be gentle, or to take his time and enjoy a long, slow fuck. His shithead of a brother could come back at any moment. He wasn't too worried about being caught, though. There was no one else around, and the other vehicles helped hide them from view. Nevertheless, Uncle Todd pounded his thick piece of ex-con man meat into his nephew, all the while savoring the sounds the kid made. *quot;Nnn!*quot; Eddie whined. *quot;Uhhh! Ohhh! Fuck, Uncle Todd! Please, more!*quot; Uncle Todd only wished that he'd been the one to deflower the little skank. His brother didn't know what he was missing out on. Eddie was a natural-born cock slut! *quot;You like that, huh?*quot; he whispered roughly, driving his cock balls-deep into the warm velvety bowels. *quot;Having a real man fuck you, finally?*quot; *quot;Yes!*quot; Eddie moaned, burying his face into the rim of the spare tire. *quot;Please, more! I need real cock. Fuck me harder, Uncle Todd!*quot; *quot;Shh!*quot; Uncle Todd punctuated the command with a sharp smack, leaving behind a bright red row of lines in the shape of his fingers on the pale boy's flesh. *quot;Keep it down,*quot; Uncle Todd continued, though he never let up his assault on the poor boy's cunt. *quot;You wanna get us caught?*quot; The absolute last thing he needed was to go back to jail as a chester. This was by far the single biggest risk he'd taken. Uncle Todd quickly darted his gaze around to make certain the coast was still clear. His thrust pace slowed in the process, which in turn elicited pleading whimpers from the boy. *quot;More!*quot; Eddie whined again, albeit in a slightly softer voice than earlier. *quot;Please, Uncle Todd! Your cock feels so amazing!*quot; Little by little, at the boy's urging, Todd picked up the pace once more. *quot;Okay,*quot; Uncle Todd said as his heart beat like a caged bird against his rib cage. *quot;Okay, I think we're good.*quot; *quot;Please,*quot; poor Eddie whimpered. *quot;What?*quot; Uncle Todd began to speed up again. *quot;You think I can stop now, kiddo?*quot; Eddie's ass was like warm velvet. Uncle Todd had fucked plenty of men while in the slammer. He'd taken it up his own ass more than once as well. That was a secret that he would carry to his grave, though. Even Ricky would never learn that his old man had turned tricks once upon a time. *quot;Please!*quot; Eddie's whimpers were punctuated by his hips bucking back onto Uncle Todd's mule cock. *quot;Please, harder. Faster, I need it!*quot; The shock that went through Uncle Todd lasted only for a moment. Grinning lewdly, he began to pound his hips forward. The rocking of the vehicle increased, enough that the shocks began squeaking. Those sharp sounds were joined by the wet slaps of flesh on flesh and the continued yips of a boy in the throes of absolute carnal pleasure. *quot;More!*quot; Eddie begged, verifying in his uncle's mind that he was already a well-trained faggot boyslut. *quot;More! Please, more!*quot; Their coupling intensified, filling the parking lot with the obscene sounds of man-on-boy sex. Uncle Todd's jeans had sank down to his ankles, pooling around his boots. Reluctantly, he slowed the pace of the fuck once more, just long enough to pull the hem of the shirt he wore up over his head. The cool air caressed Todd's sweaty chest and abdomen while he skewered Eddie deep. *quot;More! More! MORE!*quot; Eddie howled as his little fingers clawed at the spare tire. Uncle Todd's bare ass hammered forward, drilling his impressive fuckstick into the boy that could have been his own son. He could feel Eddie's hole flex and pulse around his shaft. The kid was a natural bottom, able to take cock of any size. It felt amazing! *quot;Gonna cum!*quot; he grunted. *quot;Fuck, take this load, kid!*quot; *quot;Yes! Yes!*quot; Eddie's tiny hands gripped the tire tightly. *quot;Breed me, Uncle Todd!*quot; Uncle Todd needed no further encouragement. His balls unloaded their contents, sending cum rushing up through his cock and into Eddie's warm insides. Eddie moaned, thrashing about in the back of the SUV as his own boygasm took hold. *quot;Oh, Uncle Todd!*quot; Eddie gasped in delight as he felt twelve ropes of thick, rich man cream fill his innards. *quot;FUCK!*quot; Uncle Todd screamed from having his balls drained so thoroughly. *quot;Shhhiiitt, kid!*quot; The two gasped, grunted, and sighed happily together. Uncle Todd had gotten his nut, and Eddie had gotten his little faggot pussy filled with man seed. They were each content in their own ways. Perhaps, though, it was Uncle Todd who was more satisfied. He had gotten to breed the son of the man who stole the life he might have enjoyed. The thought of Eddie going home with Uncle Todd's cum inside of him while Daddy drove, blissfully unawares, brought a fresh smile to his face. *quot;Get back in the front seat,*quot; Uncle Todd ordered Eddie, giving the boy's behind a light swat?which made a wet splat as cum squirted out. *quot;Shit!*quot; *quot;Ow,*quot; Eddie yipped out, though he didn't hesitate to obey. *quot;Yes, sir!*quot; Uncle Todd looked around for something to wipe his hands on. Eddie was in the process of getting dressed. The kid hadn't slipped his underwear back on yet, though. Spying them, Uncle Todd reached down and snatched them up before Eddie could get his little fingers on them. Quickly, he wiped his hands off. Cum stains were left all over his nephew's X-Men briefs. Wolverine's face wound up coated in Uncle Todd's seed while Gambit had a long streak of it in his hair. Uncle Todd hurriedly tossed the now-ruined underwear into the back and slammed the door. Eddie was forced to go commando, tugging his shorts up. Uncle Todd did the same. *quot;And don't tell your Dad!*quot; he added, zipping his fly as he hurried off. *quot;I mean it!*quot; *quot;I won't, sir!*quot; Eddie called back. *quot;Come back to visit soon, Uncle Todd!*quot; Uncle Todd didn't wait around to see whether or not Eddie would listen. As soon as the nerdish bookworm was out of the back, Uncle Todd slammed the truck shut. He then lowered his shirt and snatched up the grocery bags, making tracks for the semi truck like he was fleeing the scene of a crime. Ricky was still waiting for him when he climbed inside. *quot;What took you so long?*quot; his son wondered, sounding a little put-out. *quot;I thought you said we'd be gone by now.*quot; *quot;Long line at the cashier,*quot; Todd lied, tossing the groceries bags in the back cabin. *quot;Plus, I saw your Dad, so I waited a bit before leaving.*quot; Ricky's eyes widened with fear. *quot;Does he know?*quot; *quot;Nah,*quot; Todd reassured his son. *quot;He doesn't know. I was in and out without him realizing I was even in the store. He was on the phone with your Mom, so there's no way.*quot; The semi truck roared to life when Todd turned the key he'd left in the ignition. Ricky appeared to relax quite a bit. Neither said anything while Todd pulled the truck out of the parking lot. In moments, they were on the road. *quot;Hey... Daddy?*quot; Ricky asked hesitantly. *quot;Hmm?*quot; Todd turned his head toward the passenger seat. *quot;What's up, son?*quot; *quot;Thanks,*quot; Ricky said, smiling a nervous smile. *quot;For taking me with you.*quot; Todd started to reach out toward his son, intending to take him by the hand. Halfway across, he realized that two of his fingers were still sticky with trace remains of his own cum. His nephew's little faggot cunt hole had squirted back out a lot of it. That, or Uncle Todd had cum a bucket load. Either was possible, as he'd always been a heavy cummer. Ricky was literally living proof of that. *quot;Sorry,*quot; he told Ricky, making a show of putting both hands back on the wheel. *quot;Gotta keep both hands up here until we get on the main highway.*quot; Inside the dim light of the cabin, Todd felt one small hand brush his arm. *quot;It's okay Un?Daddy,*quot; Ricky replied contently. *quot;I'm just... happy to be here with you.*quot; Todd reached over with his left hand. It was awkward, but he squeezed his son's smaller paw before Ricky took it back. *quot;I've always wanted to take you on one of these trips,*quot; he said softly. *quot;Even when you were little. It's been my dream, son.*quot; *quot;Why didn't you?*quot; Ricky asked, and though he tried to hide it, there was a small sliver of resentment in his tone. *quot;Your Mom,*quot; Todd explained stiffly, his own voice taking on a heated edge. *quot;Well, really. It was your mother and your uncle. I think she might have gone for it, but he was the one who put his foot down.*quot; Ricky was quiet for a long time. *quot;What happened?*quot; he asked at last. *quot;I mean, I know some of it, but...*quot; Todd let out a long sigh. *quot;I guess it's all right if I tell you,*quot; he said softly. *quot;Hell, I'd rather there not be a lot of secrets between us. Especially now.*quot; Ricky smiled. *quot;Me either,*quot; he said. *quot;Spill!*quot; *quot;It started when we were kids,*quot; Todd began, chuckling at his son's insistent tone. *quot;I'd known your mother for years, even though she was younger than me. We didn't start dating until after I got out of high school. She still had a few years to go before her graduation, and her parents...*quot; Todd cleared his throat. *quot;Well, let's just say they didn't like me much,*quot; he decided on. *quot;Then or now.*quot; *quot;Is that why Mom never takes us to see them?*quot; Ricky wondered. *quot;Could be,*quot; Todd admitted. *quot;Though, I'd have thought they would be fine with the way things were, since she married Thomas. They always thought she deserved better, like my brother.*quot; Ricky rolled his eyes. *quot;Maybe they just didn't like me,*quot; he offered sourly. *quot;Nah.*quot; Todd shook his head. *quot;More than likely, your mother was the one who didn't like them. They'd been butting heads for a while when she and I got serious. And they might blame me for your mother's little walk on the wild side, but she was headed that way regardless.*quot; Ricky laughed. *quot;Mom?*quot; *quot;Sure.*quot; Todd couldn't suppress a grin. *quot;Your Mamma used to be a bad girl, son. All the other girls in her neighborhood hated her. Because she was going out with a stud like me.*quot; Todd could feel his son's eyes rake over his body in the dim light of the truck cabin. Despite having nutted once already, he could feel his cock stirring. Todd tried to be discreet as he reached down to adjust himself in the worn denim jeans he wore. *quot;I was a bad boy myself,*quot; he went on. *quot;Rode a motorcycle. Smoked cigarettes. Listened to heavy metal and rock music. The whole nine yards.*quot; *quot;Cool,*quot; came Ricky's automatic response. Todd's teeth shined in the dark, grinning big from having his son's approval. *quot;Your Mamma sure as shit thought so.*quot; *quot;So what happened?*quot; Ricky immediately asked. *quot;I mean, how come she ended up with D... I mean, with my uncle instead of you.*quot; Todd sighed. *quot;I ain't too proud of this part, son. But, I managed to get busted for possession.*quot; When Ricky didn't respond, Todd continued. *quot;It's not like what Nancy Reagan and those D.A.R.E. videos try to tell you. Lots of people smoked weed back then.*quot; *quot;Okay,*quot; Ricky said hesitantly. *quot;Anyway, the cops caught me with it, and I ended up doing two years in a federal prison. The judge was looking to make a name for himself, so he and the District Attorney threw the book at me.*quot; Ricky had nothing to say to that. It was possible he didn't quite understand what it all meant. Todd decided to continue with his tale. *quot;When I got arrested,*quot; he explained, *quot;your mother's parents forced her to break up with me. They said I wouldn't be getting out anytime soon, and that she had her own future to think about.*quot; *quot;I don't think I like them much,*quot; Ricky said, scowling. *quot;And I haven't seen them in years. Anyway, they never sent very good Christmas presents.*quot; Todd chuckled. *quot;Sounds like them,*quot; he agreed. *quot;Bunch of cheap bastards.*quot; *quot;Yeah,*quot; Ricky giggled, delighted at hearing his Dad swear. *quot;At any rate,*quot; Todd went on. *quot;I was already up shit creek without a paddle when your mother found out she was pregnant. Her parents must have freaked.*quot; *quot;I knew that Mom and D... and my uncle,*quot; Ricky replied, *quot;hadn't dated for very long when they got married. Someone at a family reunion told me.*quot; *quot;Oh yeah?*quot; Todd asked, turning his head slightly toward his son. *quot;Yeah,*quot; Ricky affirmed. *quot;Mom got upset when she found out, too. I guess that must have been why.*quot; *quot;It was what they used to call a shotgun wedding,*quot; Todd explained. *quot;Marry the bride off before the baby is born so that it looks like the child wasn't conceived out of wedlock.*quot; Ricky made a face. *quot;How come that's such a big deal?*quot; *quot;Well...*quot; Todd hesitated, turning the wheel hard so that he could get on the exit for the main highway. The cabin rattled slightly as the truck rolled uphill and onto the main road. *quot;You're young, and from a different generation. Older people have different values, see?*quot; *quot;I've noticed,*quot; Ricky replied sarcastically. *quot;A lot of them are dumb.*quot; *quot;Don't I know it!*quot; Todd agreed emphatically. *quot;But the long and short of it was that your grandparents weren't about to let your mother give birth to a bastard. So they married her off to my brother instead.*quot; *quot;The one they liked better,*quot; Ricky said, sounding positively acidic as he concluded his father's story. *quot;I know how much that sucks.*quot; *quot;It did,*quot; Todd admitted ruefully. *quot;But, at the time, there wasn't much I could do. I decided to let it go and focus on getting out of prison. Then, when I got out, your grandparents went to work trying to keep me from seeing you.*quot; *quot;Is that why we had to move to Pembrooke Falls?*quot; Ricky asked curiously. *quot;I suspect it was,*quot; Todd replied. *quot;That's my viewpoint on it, at least. I know your mother wanted out from under her parents' thumbs. My brother may have been okay with it too.*quot; Ricky was silent for a moment. *quot;Why didn't they tell me the truth?*quot; *quot;I wanted to,*quot; Todd assured him, wiping the drying the cum off his fingers before reaching out to squeeze Ricky's arm. *quot;Believe me, I did. But...*quot; *quot;What?*quot; Ricky pressed. Todd took a deep breath. *quot;Thomas told me that if I tried to take you away, he would call my probation officer and tell them I had violated my parole. He and your mother's parents would see to it that I spent the rest of my life behind bars.*quot; *quot;Assholes,*quot; Ricky spat out. Todd squeezed his son's arm again. *quot;Don't be too angry with them,*quot; he chided gently?although, privately, he felt the same way. *quot;They were doing what they thought...*quot; *quot;...was best,*quot; Ricky finished. *quot;Like always. I still don't like it.*quot; Slowly, Todd took his hand back. *quot;Well, I can't make you forgive them,*quot; he told his son gently. *quot;But, I do know that it was your mother who insisted that I get to visit you from time to time.*quot; *quot;Really?*quot; Ricky sounded shocked. *quot;But... she always seemed angry afterward.*quot; *quot;Yeah,*quot; Todd replied, laughing. *quot;Because she thought I spoiled you rotten. Giving you gifts and letting you get away with murder. But she never hated letting me see you.*quot; *quot;Oh,*quot; Ricky said softly. *quot;That was Thomas,*quot; Todd added as the bitterness crept into his tone. *quot;He was the one who always insisted on being a chaperone.*quot; Ricky picked nervously at a loose thread on the knee of his jeans. *quot;I used to wonder,*quot; he said softly. Whatever else Ricky might have said, it didn't pass his lips. He never finished the thought. A stillness filled the cabin, broken by the noise of traffic outside and the rumble of the truck engine. Todd kept both hands on the wheel, occasionally letting go long enough to reach out and brush his fingers along Ricky's knee. Ricky would respond by reaching down and squeezing his Dad's hand. Their fingers would lace together for a moment before Todd took them back. If Ricky realized that his father's fingers were stained with his own jizz?jizz that had been shot up inside of his younger brother?he gave no indication. Todd kept his eyes on the road. They were still several miles from the state line. His whole body felt tense, like the drawn string of a bow. Every so often, his eyes would flick toward the side-view mirrors. Todd's guts clenched when he saw a police car coming up alongside. His muscles didn't relax until after it rolled on by them. At one point, Todd heard a `click' sound. Looking across the seat, he saw that his son had unbuckled his seatbelt. Todd said nothing, figuring the boy needed to stretch his legs. That, or he was tired and wanted to climb into the back to sleep. *quot;We'll be at a rest stop soon enough,*quot; he assured Ricky. *quot;Then we'll grab some shut-eye.*quot; To his surprise, Ricky crawled across the gap between him. His little arms circled around his father as far as they could reach. Todd's cock sprang to life, still stained with cum and the sticky juices from Eddie's boypussy. The smell went right through the fabric and into the air, tickling Todd's nose. *quot;Son...*quot; Todd started to speak, but Ricky cut him off by reaching up underneath his shirt. *quot;Shit, boy. I ain't telling you `no', but now may not be...*quot; Ricky ignored his father and kept going. The boy raised up enough so that he could tug at the hem of his Dad's dirty old shirt. In a few moments, he had pulled most of it off. Todd relented in the end, moving his hands off the wheel long enough to shrug the rest off. He sat in his seat, bare-chested and coated in a light dust of hair. It did little to conceal the muscles Todd had put on during his stint in prison. A flat stomach that looked şişli travesti as if it were carved from stone, complete with six-pac abs, ran up to a pair of thick, heavy pecs. Muscles flexed as Ricky's Dad turned the wheel, moving like the ripples in waves. It made the prison tattoos he sported move. They danced along his skin in time with his flexes. Todd knew he was putting on a show, but having his son's attention felt so good. He liked the admiration Ricky gave him. *quot;Daddy,*quot; Ricky breathed out, leaning his head in toward Todd's body. *quot;You smell amazing.*quot; Ricky worked his head underneath his father's left arm. His mouth began leaving a trail behind along Dad's hot flesh, kissing down toward his crotch. Todd felt a flash of alarm. He could still smell Eddie on his crotch. There was no way Ricky couldn't pick it up. Then again, Ricky didn't have as much experience with men yet. He had admitted as much. That was how Todd knew to make a play for Eddie. Ricky had told his father everything, including the birthday party in the park where Eddie had cock-blocked him by taking two huge dicks up his cunt at the same time. The little skank had balls, Todd thought, as Ricky freed his cock from the denim jeans. *quot;Mmm!*quot; Ricky moaned. *quot;Daddy, your cock smells so good!*quot; It was hard for Todd not to laugh. He knew that Ricky was smelling his own younger brother's boypussy on his dick. Funny enough, the reality of this got him leaking badly. He was as hard as a fence post and in need of a fresh nut badly. *quot;Why don't you give your dear ol' Dad a hand down there, boy?*quot; Todd asked, his voice slick with needy lust. *quot;Yes sir,*quot; Ricky answered, bringing himself closer. *quot;Actually, I can do better than that!*quot; Todd waited and watched, hands gripping the wheel of the mighty semi truck. His son began to move down the length of his muscled body. Ricky's explored every single square inch that his fingers could touch. At last, his hands curled around Todd's mule dick. *quot;You're so big, Daddy,*quot; his son whispered with awe in his voice. Todd chuckled, the sound laced with glowing pride. *quot;That's what some might call a two-hander,*quot; he explained. *quot;Now you know why, don'cha?*quot; *quot;Yes sir,*quot; Ricky answered at once, already jerking his father's huge man-meat up and down, spreading pre-cum and the sticky fluid that was already coating it. *quot;Why is it so wet, though?*quot; *quot;Just pre-cum,*quot; Todd lied, holding on to the steering wheel tighter. *quot;It's supposed to be that way. Just keep strokin' it.*quot; Ricky's hot breath rolled over the thick helmet of Todd's manhood. Todd could sense it a second before it happened. Ricky touched the tip of his tongue to his Daddy's piss slit. Todd's cock reacted without thought. A wave of pre-jizz came oozing out, washing all over Ricky's tongue and chin. *quot;Oh, Daddy!*quot; Ricky exclaimed, moaning in excitement. *quot;That's Daddy's special sauce.*quot; Todd risked taking one hand off the wheel, using it to push Ricky's head in closer to his crotch. *quot;Lick it up, boy. It's good for sluts like you.*quot; His son slurped at the cock before him like it was his last meal. Ricky ran his tongue up and down the underside of Todd's shaft. In moments, Todd was moaning and groaning up a storm. His chest heaved with each exhale. The inside of the cabin felt like a sauna, so much so that Todd was forced to crack a window. *quot;Goddamn, son!*quot; Todd gasped at one point. *quot;Where'd you learn how to do that?*quot; Ricky giggled in a way that reminded Todd of Eddie, his younger half-brother. *quot;It's a secret, Daddy,*quot; he said precociously. His son went back to licking and sucking down on Daddy's mule cock. The cabin in the truck began to fill with the sounds of Ricky gagging on his own father's maleness. The sensations felt amazing to Todd. It was getting more and more difficult for him to keep his focus on the road. He needed to blow badly. Both of his balls felt like they could explode from the need to spill their seed in his son's face and down his throat. Of course, the biggest thrill was still knowing that his cock had been inside of little Eddie Baxter. The slut acted as if it were his calling in life to be bred by men. Knowing Ricky was tasting his own brother's pussy all over Daddy's cock without realizing it made the cum in Todd's balls churn. At last, Todd couldn't take it anymore. *quot;You're gonna have to get off, son,*quot; he warned, pulling Ricky back by the hair. *quot;Of me, I mean.*quot; Ricky tried to resist. *quot;Please, Daddy!*quot; he begged in his most plaintive voice. *quot;There's a rest stop not much further,*quot; Todd explained, putting his cock back into his worn jeans with one hand. *quot;We'll finish up there. I'm scared I'll run off the road if I cum now.*quot; Reluctantly, Ricky scooted back over into his seat, making no more protests. The seat beat clicked into place a second later. Todd relaxed a little and focused on his driving. *quot;I love you, Daddy,*quot; Ricky said once again. Todd reached over to brush a thumb across Ricky's lower lip. In the dim light of the truck cabin, he smiled. *quot;Love you too, son,*quot; he told his son. *quot;Don't worry. We're gonna finish this.*quot; Eventually, after about thirty more minutes of driving, they passed a sign pointing to the next exit where the rest stop was. By that time, Todd's cock had deflated a bit. He wasn't worried, though. There was little doubt in his mind that he'd be able to bring himself back to full mast in a matter of minutes. Just the thought of having Ricky's mouth back on his dick got it to chub up. And if it needed more encouragement, there was the memory of pounding little Eddie Baxter's cunt hole in the parking lot! Todd pulled his semi truck into one of the available parking spaces. Droplets of rain were falling as he and Ricky stepped out onto the concrete together. *quot;This way,*quot; Todd said, leading his son by the shoulder. *quot;Restrooms are over here by those big bushes.*quot; Ricky said nothing as they entered. The door was heavy, but Todd opened it easily. The two hurried inside as the rain started to pick up. The men's room was empty save for another father and son. Ricky eyed them for a moment. The boy was a little bit younger than him and had a slightly worried expression when he turned toward the door. His own father was ushering him into one of the stalls. The kid spared Ricky one last glance before disappearing out of sight. Todd lead Ricky over to the urinals. Ricky watched his Dad haul the mule dick that he had been playing with earlier out. It was big enough to touch the inside wall of the urinal from where he stood. The fact made Ricky blush with some shame, yet he didn't hesitate to pull out his own little boy cocklet. Todd noticed his son staring and grinned. *quot;Having fun?*quot; he asked, being mindful that they weren't alone at the moment. Ricky nodded. *quot;Yes sir,*quot; he said softly. Todd started pissing, a heavy stream that stank up the whole restroom. The smell brought tears to Ricky's eyes. It was powerful enough to make him gag. Fighting the reflex, he looked around for something to focus on. Instead, it was his ears that caught something. The sound felt very familiar to him. Ricky listened again, ignoring the forceful way that his Dad's piss stream struck the urinal, like a fire hose. The sound reached his ears again. Ricky listened for a third time, and this time, he knew what it was. *quot;Dad,*quot; Ricky whispered, pulling on his father's jeans. Todd had neglected to put his shirt back on. *quot;What's up?*quot; he asked Ricky in a soft voice. *quot;Something the matter?*quot; Ricky looked back over his shoulder at the stall where the father and son had vanished inside of. He could hear the sounds clearly now. He remembered those noises because he had made them before. *quot;I think,*quot; he whispered as quietly as he could, *quot;that kid's giving his Dad a blowjob.*quot; He expected for his Dad to be surprised. Instead, Todd actually appeared intrigued by the prospect. Ricky listened closely along with his father. Sure enough, the gagging sound came louder and faster. *quot;Heh,*quot; Todd said, not bothering to keep his voice down now. *quot;Looks like dear ol' Dad's a bit of a pervert. You wanna have a little fun with me, son?*quot; Ricky's eyes widened. *quot;What?*quot; he asked, worried. *quot;You aren't... we're not gonna call the cops. Are we, Dad?*quot; Todd blinked, then chuckled. *quot;No, son. We're not gonna call the police,*quot; he said reassuringly. *quot;Does it sound like that boy's being hurt?*quot; Ricky listened again. *quot;No,*quot; he decided. *quot;He's not crying or anything.*quot; *quot;Then he's fine,*quot; Todd insisted. *quot;We'd be splitting the two apart, and that's not okay in my book. How about yours?*quot; Ricky shook his head. *quot;Definitely not,*quot; he replied emphatically. *quot;Okay, then.*quot; Todd stepped back from his urinal, leaving his cock out, which dribbled a few drops of piss down onto the floor. *quot;Just follow my lead, son. You'll enjoy this!*quot; Todd turned to face Ricky. His cock was pointing straight ahead and had almost grown back to the full size it had been in the truck. Ricky started to reach out and touch it. Before his fingers could close around the thick shaft, though, Todd took several steps back. His eyes stayed glued to the stall where the father and son were. When Todd was between the last two stalls, he stopped. There was a slight gap between the stall door, Ricky saw, and the border keeping them separate. If someone wanted to, they could peer through the crack and see the spot where his Dad was standing. Ricky realized then what his father intended to do. *quot;Dad?*quot; he asked nervously. Todd motioned for Ricky to come closer. Ricky hesitated, but obeyed in the end like a good, diligent son. When he was face-to-chest with his father again, Todd pushed him down onto his knees. *quot;That's a good boy,*quot; his Dad whispered huskily. Ricky sank down until he was kneeling in front of his Dad. The floor felt grimy, as if it hadn't been washed in over a month. Ricky could smell urine from where other men had missed the mark. There was a faint trace of chlorine as well. *quot;Open up,*quot; his Dad ordered, giving his girthy meat a shake. A few droplets shook free of the tip. Ricky felt them splash across his face, making him wince. One or two fell down onto his tongue. The thick, spongy flesh absorbed his father's fluid as if they had landed on the surface of a dry desert. Ricky made a face. The taste was salty and bitter. Still, it intrigued him enough to lean forward. Jeramie, after all, wouldn't balk at drinking his own father's piss. With that in mind, he stuck his tongue out further, invitingly. Todd saw this and nodded, grinning. *quot;Now that's my good son,*quot; he encouraged, aiming his cock down toward the open orifice. Ricky didn't resist. The restroom floor was cold against his knees, which already hurt from kneeling on it. It was dirty too. Ricky could hear his mother's voice in his head, yelling at him for ruining his jeans, even though they were an old, worn pair. Nevertheless, he waited. When the head of his father's cock touched his tongue, a moan escaped from deep inside of Ricky's small, young body. His father towered over him, hulking like some great primal beast sporting tribal tattoos. The head slide down across his tongue, coating it with piss and fresh precum. Ricky gulped both down, savoring the contrasting tastes. Together, they weren't bad at all! *quot;Mmm!*quot; his father grunted out slowly. *quot;There ya go, boy!*quot; Ricky glanced upward as best he could. More of his Dad's cock was sliding down, pushing past the tight ring of his throat, trying to go deeper. Ricky remembered what he had learned from Jeramie's Dad. He relaxed his throat and watched. Todd wasn't staring down at him. His head was turned to the left. Ricky's father stared hard through the tiny crack between the stall door and the border. He was watching something?probably the Dad and son inside, Ricky reasoned, as he swallowed down another inch of Todd's mule cock. *quot;Good boy,*quot; Todd whispered. *quot;That's a good fucking son.*quot; Ricky couldn't tell if his Dad was talking to him or the kid in the stall. He imagined it was he who Dad was encouraging, though. Ricky relaxed his throat further, forcing more of his Dad's cock inside of him. He wanted Dad to look down, to see what a good job he was doing. Todd did not look down, however?not at first. Ricky did feel his father's hand move around to hold him by the back of the head, however. Those thick fingers tangled into the short hairs on his head, searching for purchase. One good solid push forced several inches inside of Ricky all at once. He struggled, gasping for breath through his nose. His body fought automatically, but Dad wouldn't stop. He held Ricky there against his will for a moment, feeding him more cock than his body was capable of. *quot;There,*quot; Todd said at last, letting Ricky off of him. Ricky coughed, vomited up bile, and retched all over the floor. *quot;Oh, shit!*quot; Todd gasped, staring down. *quot;Sorry, son! I didn't...*quot; Tears flowed down Ricky's eyes. Embarrassed, he wiped them away with the back of his hand. The taste of vomit was still in his mouth. Quickly, Ricky rushed over to the sink to wash it out. Once his mouth was clean, the eleven-year old went back to the spot in front of his Dad and knelt down. Ricky stared up to meet his father's face. His eyes were still watery, but he wore a look of fierce determination. *quot;Again, Dad,*quot; Ricky ordered. Todd's face looked almost tenderly down, as tender as an ex-con trucker could. *quot;You sure, son?*quot; he asked, stroking the back of Ricky's head softly now. *quot;I'm sure,*quot; Ricky said, refusing to back down. *quot;I want it. All of it.*quot; Todd smiled, almost like he was proud, and ruffled Ricky's hair. *quot;That's my boy,*quot; he said, and this time, he was looking at nothing else but his son. Ricky went back to snarfing down as much of his Dad's mule cock as he could. It was slow going. His throat couldn't take much more than half. It was the thickness of it more than anything. His Dad kept a tight grip on the back of his head, but didn't try to force it into Ricky like before. Every so often, Ricky would look up. His Dad would be staring down lovingly at him. Periodically, though, Ricky noticed his father's eyes wander off to the left. Ricky found himself curious as well, wondering what exactly was taking place inside of the stall. It had gone quiet for a few minutes. The lack of noises concerned him. Were they watching he and his Dad now? The thought sent a shiver through his body. Ricky wasn't sure how he felt about that. He wanted to make his Dad happy. That was why he was still kneeling on the floor, even though the cold had creeped into his flesh, giving him goosebumps all over. *quot;Feels so fuckin' good.*quot; The words escaped past Todd's lips, drifting through the stall door, which had been his intent all along. *quot;So goddamn good. Love how much of a faggot cocksucker my son is!*quot; Ricky felt a swell of pride inside of him. He was still uncomfortable with being watched. Hearing his father express pride in him, though, made that feeling ebb away. The fact that his Dad loved him for sucking cock made it all the better. He was sucking his real father's cock, just like Jeramie did, and doing a good job! *quot;Little bit faster,*quot; he heard his father whisper. Ricky obliged. He could hear sounds inside of the stall again. They mingled with his own noises, as well as the buzzing from the dim florescent lights high overhead. He found a rhythm with his Dad's help. Todd coached Ricky by nudging his cock head forward more forcefully. Ricky managed to get an extra inch inside of his throat. It hurt, but he ignored the pain as best he could. He wanted to please his Dad, even if he choked and threw up again. *quot;I'm getting close,*quot; Dad said. Ricky held on to his Dad's legs for support. Todd punched his hips forward slightly. He had gone back to staring through the crack. Ricky guessed that the same thing was happening inside of the stall. *quot;Fuck,*quot; Todd moaned. *quot;I'm gonna cum!*quot; *quot;Same,*quot; said another male voice, this one deeper and from inside of the stall. Ricky felt his eyes water. It was getting harder to breathe. Tears rolled down his cheeks. And yet, he didn't fight this time. His body had relaxed enough to let him take his Dad's cock. He was going to make his father cum. At last, Ricky would feel his Daddy's seed flow down his throat and settle into his tummy. *quot;Fuck!*quot; his Dad yelled. *quot;Yeah, buddy!*quot; came the man's voice inside of the stall. *quot;Breed that faggot throat of his!*quot; Ricky could feel his Dad's fingers dig into the back of his head. He held on for all that he was worth. Soon, the thick, rich fluid from his father's balls gushed forth. Ricky felt it flood down into his throat, scorching hot as it washed all the way into his stomach. *quot;SHIT!*quot; Todd screamed. *quot;Fuck,*quot; the mystery man in the stall cried. *quot;Goddamn!*quot; They were each cumming at the same time. As Ricky felt his father's seed fill him, the other boy in the stall experienced the same thing. He wondered what the other man's cum tasted like. Ricky would have liked to taste his Dad's cum, but the mule cock belonging to his father was lodged too deep inside of him. *quot;God!*quot; Ricky's Dad roared as he rode the crest of his orgasm. At last, the grip on the back of Ricky's head loosened. Ricky fell backward a little, and his Dad's mule cock slowly slid out of him. He felt his throat tighten again once the invader was gone. The head expelled one last rope of seed. As it passed over Ricky's tongue, the boy came alive from it's taste. It sent a shock through him, rocking his body with a short, but powerful boygasm. Ricky closed his tear-stained eyes and threw his head back. He wanted to remember this moment forever. He wanted to remember being on the cold, dirty floor of the men's room at the rest stop. He wanted to remember his father standing before him, sweaty and reeking his manly musk. He wanted to remember how hard his Dad's cock still was despite having cum, hanging out from his open and worn jeans. It would be a memory that Rick carried with him for the rest of his life. For him, it was like staring up at a god. The spell was broken when the stall door swung open. An older man stepped out, sporting a sleeveless shirt that exposed intricate tattoos and a virile carpet of fur all over his limbs. He was followed by a small boy several years younger than Ricky. The boy flinched a little at the sound of the door hitting the other stall. He was as sweaty as the older man, who was flushed enough that the thick white beard he wore had gone slightly gray. The kid also looked a little scared. Ricky attributed this to the boy being unused to seeing another man with a cock as big as his Dad's. It made his ego swell just a tad. He was smiling as the other man walked past them, calm as he pleased, to wash his hands. *quot;Thanks,*quot; the man said, flicking the water off his fingers. *quot;That was fun. Haven't done anything like that in a long time.*quot; *quot;Haven't done it before, period,*quot; Todd revealed, going over to clean his hands next. *quot;Names Todd, for the record.*quot; *quot;Amos,*quot; the man said, taking the hand Ricky's Dad offered after he had dried both off. Ricky noticed that the man called Amos was looking his Dad over carefully, almost like he was studying him. Ricky had seen that look before. Jeramie often gave it to people, and he usually had something private to share with Ricky afterward concerning them. *quot;You look like a trucker,*quot; Amos said, smiling. *quot;Used to be one myself.*quot; *quot;Right in one,*quot; Todd confirmed, chuckling. *quot;Been on the road for about eight years now.*quot; The kid with Amos was still hanging back. He made no move to wash his hands off. Ricky found that a little odd. He himself was aching to clean his fingers off now that he had gotten up from the floor. He didn't even need his mother to nag him about it. *quot;That's my grandson,*quot; Amos told Todd as Ricky washed himself off. *quot;You know, I quit driving before he was even born. One of my big regrets is I never got to take him along on a trip with me.*quot; Todd looked thoughtful while Ricky scrubbed his face clean next. Neither was paying him any attention for the moment. He used the opportunity to study the man named Amos and his grandson. There was something off here that Ricky couldn't quite pin down. *quot;My rig is outside right now,*quot; Todd revealed. *quot;I've gotta be across the state line by the end of tonight. But, if you'd like, I can show him what the inside looks like.*quot; A smile spread over Amos's face. It never quite reached the older man's eyes, though. This was something Ricky remembered Jeramie tell him. Detective LeCleaux had taught Jeramie to watch people's eyes when they smile. A smile should crinkle the eyes, and if it doesn't, it means something is up. *quot;C'mon, Dad.*quot; Ricky took hold of his father's arm and gave it a tug. *quot;We gotta go, remember?*quot; Todd rolled his eyes. *quot;Don't be spoiled,*quot; he warned. *quot;This won't take but a second. We'll still get to the hotel by tonight.*quot; Ricky turned to the kid. Amos had never given the boy's name. That made Ricky all the more suspicious. The kid was currently aiming his gaze directly at the floor. He was deliberately avoiding eye contact with everyone in the restroom. Todd and Amos, meanwhile, were already heading for the door. *quot;Boy!*quot; the older man called out as they came close to the door, loud enough that the sound echoed off the walls. The kid jumped, almost as if he'd been struck. Ricky watched him hurry past, still keeping his eyes pointed toward the ground. Amos and Todd each took a step back, letting the kid pass first. *quot;Dad...?*quot; Ricky called out, but his father was already heading out the door after Amos and his grandson. *quot;C'mon, Ricky,*quot; Todd ordered. *quot;Haul your butt outta there! Unless you've got to deuce, you shouldn't lurk in a men's room.*quot; *quot;Yeah.*quot; The sound of Amos's laughter followed. *quot;Ain't no telling who you'll run into if you do. There's all kinds of shady characters.*quot; Ricky flushed, both out of anger and embarrassment. Quickly, he dried himself off and hurried out into the parking lot. Amos and his kid were already at the rig. His Dad was fiddling around with the keys, looking for the right one. *quot;It ain't much,*quot; Ricky could hear his Dad saying as he approached. Amos and his grandson waited patiently while Todd popped open the door. The old man let the kid go in first. Ricky watched him climb gingerly into the seat. It was obvious he'd never done this sort of thing before. That much, at least, tracked with the story Amos gave. *quot;You next,*quot; his Dad ordered, waving him inside. *quot;Kid... damn, I never got your grandson's name, did I?*quot; *quot;It's Obadiah,*quot; the grandfather explained, rolling his eyes. *quot;His mother's idea. We call him `Obie' for short.*quot; Todd nodded. *quot;Obie, why don't you get behind the wheel. Ricky, you get in back with me. We'll let these two sit up front.*quot; Ricky did as his father said. He was more willing to comply now that he knew his Dad would be staying close. Obie moved out of the way, sliding easily behind the wheel while Ricky crawled into the backseat. His father joined him a moment later. Amos climbed in last and closed the door. The four of them then proceeded to settle into their seats. Obie sat facing forward, hands resting idly on the wheel. Ricky found it strange how the kid didn't seem excited. He faced straight ahead, not trying to reach the peddles or peer over the steering wheel to see out the windshield. Hell, the kid didn't even blow the horn. That was the first thing Ricky had tried to do, and it had gotten him a scolding! *quot;This is nice,*quot; Amos complimented. *quot;Makes me miss my old rig. Takes a real man to drive something this big, you know?*quot; Amos winked at Ricky's Dad, who grinned. *quot;Yeah, maybe.*quot; Todd grinned back at the compliment. *quot;My son enjoys it.*quot; *quot;Yeah.*quot; Amos's eyes flicked up and down along Ricky's body, making him feel cold. *quot;He looks like the type. To enjoy riding, I mean.*quot; *quot;Well,*quot; Todd said, clapping a hand down on Ricky's shoulder, *quot;it's his first time, but he's been taking to it like a champ.*quot; *quot;So I saw,*quot; Amos replied. *quot;Think you might be willing to give my grandson a few pointers, then?*quot; Their eyes met. Ricky seized the opportunity to study Obie. He was still facing forward in the driver's seat. Nothing about the conversation appear to register with him. Surely, though, he had to know what his grandfather meant. Ricky stared, hoping to see some sign of discomfort. He expected for Obie to be embarrassed, at least. Now that they were out of the restroom, however, the kid had gone quiet. It was spooky, really. *quot;Your grandson?*quot; Ricky's Dad said in the meantime. *quot;You mean...*quot; *quot;He's a damn fine cocksucker,*quot; Amos explained, smiling as he glanced briefly toward Obie. *quot;But I don't reckon he's ever taken cock up his cunt before.*quot; Todd relaxed visibly. *quot;Sorry to break it to you,*quot; he told Amos frankly, *quot;but in case you weren't paying attention, my stick ain't for beginners.*quot; Amos laughed. *quot;No shit, Sherlock,*quot; the old man kidded. *quot;But I figure your boy's a decent enough fuck already. Maybe you could let my grandson watch. Get an idea of what his rear end is good for. Aside from shitting, anyway.*quot; Ricky made a face, but Todd was considering it. *quot;What do you think, son?*quot; his Dad asked, looking thoughtful. *quot;They've already seen everything. Mind putting on a show for your new kid brother?*quot; Todd meant it as a joke, but Ricky didn't laugh. In truth, he desperately wanted to feel his Dad's cock slide inside of him. Ricky imagined it would be even better than Daddy LeCleaux's. Nevertheless, he balked at the idea of doing so while the old man and his grandson watched. There was still something about them that felt off. Ricky wanted to get fucked, but not in front of an audience. *quot;Well...*quot; he began, wondering how to break it to his father. *quot;What's the matter?*quot; Amos teased, flapping his arms with his hands tucked underneath his pits. *quot;Chicken? Bwak! Bwak!*quot; That settled the matter fast. *quot;I ain't no chicken,*quot; Ricky declared. *quot;And I can do it better than your grandson any day!*quot; Fast as he could, Ricky began stripping out of his clothes. He tossed them to the side, spreading himself wide on the back seat. Amos leered at him while Ricky's Dad stared, shocked. *quot;Wow, that was fast,*quot; Todd said, trying to make light of the situation. *quot;Looks like you've got yourself an eager one,*quot; Amos noted, looking closely at Ricky's winking hole. *quot;Better make good use of him. Or else I might have to!*quot; Amos's words spurred Todd into action. He peeled off both boots and shucked his jeans, leaving his socks on. No one was going to break his son in besides him. *quot;Let's get you opened up a bit first, son.*quot; Todd's voice made Ricky's beylikdüzü travesti body tingle all over. *quot;Like I said, your Daddy ain't for beginners. But I'm betting you can handle it.*quot; *quot;Yes, sir.*quot; Ricky kept his voice meek. He didn't want to tell his father that he wasn't a virgin. Ricky had been taking Daddy LeCleaux's cock for the past couple of months. His Dad was a bit thicker, but Ricky knew he could do it. He'd managed to leave out all of his sexual experience when they had talked about what Ricky wanted. It was such a relief to hear that Dad wanted to fuck him. When his father jumped to the wrong conclusion, though?mistakenly thinking that Ricky had yet to be fucked?Ricky didn't bother correcting him. *quot;You're tight,*quot; his Dad noted, working a wet finger inside. Ricky moaned, squirming at the intrusion, and put on a show of discomfort. *quot;Feels... weird,*quot; he lied, wiggling his bottom. *quot;But good!*quot; Amos watched while Todd finger-fucked his son. Ricky kept his eyes closed, wanting to pretend the old man wasn't there. He didn't care as much about Obie watching, but in his mind, Ricky imagined that he and his father were alone. Every so often, Ricky would screw his face up, feinting pain. His hole, however, betrayed him. It took very little time for his entrance to spread wide enough for Dad to add a second finger. It felt good too, good enough that Ricky couldn't help but moan. *quot;Like that, son?*quot; Todd pressed encouragingly. *quot;Oh yes!*quot; Ricky couldn't resist telling his Dad the truth. *quot;I need more in me. Please, Daddy. Fuck me with your thick mule cock!*quot; Amos let out a bawdy laugh. *quot;I knew this one was a slut,*quot; he chortled. Ricky winced. He felt the illusion that he'd crafted crumble around him. Opening his eyes, he saw that Obie had turned around in his seat. The little kid was watching from the driver's seat. His eyes stood out in the dim light, wide as saucers. Obie seemed fixated on what was happening. *quot;Little more first,*quot; Ricky's Dad insisted, adding a third finger. *quot;We wanna make sure your cunt is good and stretched out.*quot; Ricky began lifting his ass up off the seat. He timed the movements so that they coincided with his Dad pushing all three fingers in him. His hole felt painfully stretched now. The three fingers were lined up perfectly, but Ricky knew that his Dad's cock was even wider. It would hurt even more, but he still craved it. Ricky wanted to feel himself being split open. He wanted to be fucked by his own Dad the way that Jeramie got to be fucked by his. Movement made Ricky open his eyes again. His Dad had moved to stand between his legs. The thick mule cock was aimed down, pointing directly at Ricky's hole. His Dad took hold of little Ricky's legs, spreading them wide. *quot;I just came,*quot; he heard his Dad whisper roughly, *quot;but I gotta bust a load inside of you, son.*quot; Ricky smiled. *quot;Do it, Dad,*quot; he said, trying to pull his father in closer with his legs. *quot;I want you to.*quot; Amos was still there. Obie watched as well. Their eyes shined in the low light as Ricky felt the head of his Dad's cock slide inside. He could feel the tight ring protecting his hole stretch desperately to accommodate. As it slide inside, Ricky's eyes rolled up into the back of his head. The inside of the rig ceased to exist. Amos and his grandson weren't watching anymore. Nothing mattered to Ricky except getting his Dad's cock all the way inside of him. *quot;Fuck me, Dad!*quot; Ricky cried out. His body lunged up off the seat. Ricky heard his father cry out in surprise. At least half of the mule cock Dad owned wound up buried inside of his son. Ricky felt the pain. It hurt worse than the first time that Daddy LeCleaux fucked him on his bed. For a moment, Ricky thought he might break in half down the middle. The cock inside of him was doing enough to leave that impression, anyway. Then his father thrust forward. *quot;Fuck!*quot; he heard his father shout. Pain and pleasure both rocked Ricky right up off the seat. *quot;Can't stop now, son!*quot; Ricky wouldn't have stopped his father for all of the video games in the world. Each thrust put him closer to his goal. He could feel the fat head inside of him going deeper. Ricky wanted to feel the base lodge all the way inside of him. He wanted his Dad to cum while buried balls deep, spraying his hot seed where it would never get out. *quot;Cum in me, Dad!*quot; Ricky begged, rocking his body so that he met Dad's thrusts. Amos had hauled his own cock back out. He was stroking it while viewing the scene unfold in the backseat. Obie sat across from the old man. The kid's eyes stayed glued to the sight. Ricky couldn't have cared less in that moment. *quot;I need my Daddy's cum!*quot; he screamed. *quot;Fuck, I need my Daddy to cum in me! Please, Daddy!*quot; *quot;Goddamn!*quot; Todd snarled as his body loomed above his son's. Ricky didn't know how long they fucked for. When his eyes opened again, the windows had fogged up. The inside of the cabin was like a sauna. It felt like there was enough heat to smoke bacon. Ricky felt himself being lifted up off the seat. Dad turned him around on all fours and pushed back inside. The thrust was powerful enough to propel little Ricky forward, shoving him across the backseat. His small hands slammed against the rear window. The fingers tried grabbing for purchase, leaving streaks in the moisture there. Dad's hands came down on top of his, holding him in place. Ricky was pinned to the side of the cabin while his Dad hammered that thick mule cock inside of him over and over. Ricky howled, mewled, and begged for more. Because there was still more to go. He could feel it. Dad was holding back on him, leaving the last couple of inches out. Ricky tried to buck backward, but he couldn't push far enough. Dad controlled his thrusts well enough to keep that last little bit out. *quot;I need it!*quot; Ricky pleaded. *quot;Please, give me all of it, Daddy!*quot; *quot;Fuck!*quot; Todd growled, and it sounded as though his resolve was weakening. Ricky kept moving. He hoped that his father would understand. It didn't matter what happened to him. All that mattered to Ricky was taking every last bit that his father could give. *quot;Please!*quot; he whined pitifully. All but the head came out. The abrupt emptiness left Ricky bereft of air. He gasped once, and then again. *quot;You asked for it, son.*quot; Todd's voice carried an edge of warning to it. *quot;Now, you're gonna get it. You're gonna fucking get it for sure!*quot; Dad's hands came down hard on Ricky's shoulders, locking him in place. There was about half of a second for Ricky to think about what this meant. Then, Todd slammed himself all the way in, burying his cock to the hilt the way that his son had begged for it. Ricky felt the head move deep inside of him. He could feel it pushing past something, a hidden barrier he didn't realize he had. It felt similar to the ring surrounding his hole. The ring popped reluctantly, letting Dad's cock fill his son completely. *quot;...UUUUUCKKK!*quot; It was so much that poor little Ricky couldn't even swear all the way. *quot;I cann... uhh, feel it in... my tummy, Daa...!*quot; Over and over, Todd brutalized his son's hole. His body took over, driving him closer and closer to climax. Every last inch was used to bring his son along for the ride. Todd long-dicked his son with each thrust. He could feel his cock rearranging little Ricky's insides. The boy would never walk the same again. *quot;Cumming!*quot; Ricky heard his Dad shout. *quot;FUCK, CUMMING!*quot; The rolling boygasm took hold of Ricky as he felt his father's seed enter him. They each achieved climax at the same time. Ricky's body thrashed, rocking up and down along the window. If anyone had looked, they would have seen an eleven-year old boy being given the most earth-shattering sexual experience of his short life. *quot;FFUUUCKKKK!*quot; Dad roared as the last of his ball juice drained out. Ricky didn't remember what happened afterward. The world went dark for a moment. When he opened his eyes, Dad was sound asleep. His father had slumped over in the seat across from him. Todd hadn't bothered putting his clothes back on, either. He was still naked as the day he had been born. Ricky was nude too. His clothes had been knocked off onto the floor, left in a pile behind the driver's seat. Blinking, he turned over to where Amos had sat, but the old man was no longer there. Instead, Obie sat with the seatbelt pulled across his front. He was staring straight ahead, not unlike how he had before. Something struck Ricky as odd, then. He could feel the truck moving. A quick look told him why, and make his heart sink. *quot;You're awake,*quot; Amos said from behind the steering wheel. *quot;Guess that chloroform I gave you both had to wear off sometime. Kinda surprised it was you first, but that works out well for me.*quot; Ricky's head swam. He was having trouble understanding what was happening. *quot;Sit back,*quot; Amos ordered. *quot;We won't be too much longer.*quot; *quot;What's going on?*quot; Ricky mumbled, looking around. They were on the road again, and it was dark out. This definitely wasn't the Interstate his Dad had been driving on. There were no signs. The area beyond the window was covered with trees. Ricky couldn't find a single light that showed their location. *quot;I said, sit down!*quot; Amos snapped. To emphasize his point, the old man reached down, pulling out a small pistol. Ricky's eyes went wide with alarm. He recoiled automatically, which made him fall backward onto the rear seat. Obie flinched at the loud noise, as if he were the one being yelled at. *quot;That's better,*quot; Amos said, keeping the gun out. *quot;Now be a good boy and sit still. If you do as you're told, nothing bad will happen. To you or your Daddy.*quot; Obie started to shake in his seat. *quot;I'm sorry,*quot; he whimpered weakly. *quot;I'm so, so sorry! I'm sorry.*quot; Ricky was reminded of Eddie when he used to get scared. The instinct of an older brother took over. Slowly, he leaned forward while Amos was distracted, intending to whisper in Obie's ear. The kid jumped, like he expected Ricky to hit him. *quot;Don't worry,*quot; Ricky said as quietly as he could, feeling how thin the boy was underneath his clothing. *quot;We'll get out of this. I'm smart and I'm brave. Plus, I've solved a couple of mysteries before.*quot; The kid said nothing. Ricky's words didn't do much to calm him down. Beside him, his father continued to sleep. *quot;I mean it,*quot; Ricky began. *quot;I...*quot; *quot;I said,*quot; Amos barked angrily. *quot;Sit down, boy!*quot; Ricky settled back into his seat. He kept a close watch over his Dad and on Obie. Obie continued to tremble, whispering quietly to himself. *quot;I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.*quot; ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ Hours later, they had arrived. Ricky's Dad was still snoozing softly next to him, oblivious to any danger. Obie had slipped off into a fitful slumber as well while strapped tightly in the front seat. Ricky had intended to stay awake. However, it wasn't long before the chloroform that he'd been given took hold again. He kept fading in and out during the drive, much to his consternation. One good thing was that he did manage to keep track of some of their route. It was difficult to see the road signs from the backseat. At no point did Amos veer them back onto the Interstate, either. Every now and again, though, they would pass a sign indicating a nearby town. They hadn't traveled along the path that Dad had told Ricky about, but it was a safe bet that they had crossed the state line and headed north. It wasn't much, but it was something. Unfortunately, Amos drove for several hours without stopping. The monotomy of the drive combined with the drug made Ricky slip unconscious once more. When he awoke, the rig was coming to a stop. *quot;Where are we?*quot; he demanded. Obie was rousing in the front seat as well. The moment he saw where they were, the kid shivered with fear and huddled into himself. *quot;Your new home,*quot; Amos said with a leer. *quot;Least, it is for right now.*quot; Amos didn't give them instructions. He merely opened the door and slid out. Ricky's heart leaped into his throat, burning with hope that Amos would not think to lock the door. He and the kid could make a break for it and free his Dad. They could get away in the rig once Dad knocked Amos out. Ricky could almost see his father cold-clocking the old man with his fist, and the mental image managed to make him smile. Those hopes were dashed, though, when the sound of the lock falling into place filled the cabin. This shattered the image in Ricky's mind to pieces. He fell back against the seat, having had all his hopes dashed in an instant. Slowly, however, Ricky came alive again. He was giving up far too quickly. The cabin doors could be opened from the inside, just like any other vehicle. All Ricky had to do was move quietly. *quot;Wait here,*quot; he whispered, giving Obie a reassuring pat. Slowly, Ricky rose up out of his seat. The movement made no noise, at least as far as he could tell. Raising one foot, he eased it between the gap in the seats. This was far more hazardous, since the area just beyond was covered in wrappings, plastic bags, and empty cans?the leftover remains of snacks his Dad had bought during the first leg of their trip. Ricky hesitated, which gave the kid beside him enough time to reach out. Ricky felt a pair of small hands seize hold of his arm. Obie had a tight grip despite being skinny. Looking back, he saw the kid shake his head. The boy's eyes were alive and wide with fear. He looked terrified by the possibility of Ricky leaving him. *quot;I got to,*quot; Ricky whispered insistently. *quot;My Dad's still out cold. We'll all be in big trouble if we don't run.*quot; Obie never let go of Ricky's arm. *quot;I promise,*quot; Ricky said. *quot;I'll protect you. I've had lots of practice looking after my brother and sister, okay?*quot; This seemed to calm the kid down. That, or he was so surprised by the confession that his grip loosened. Either way, Ricky seized the chance and jumped into the driver's seat, wanting to make up for the lost time. Ricky's body landed softly in the seat. The cabin didn't even tremble. Pleased with himself, Ricky turned around. *quot;See?*quot; he whispered. *quot;Simple.*quot; Obie swallowed a lump in his throat and nodded. See?*quot; he said in a friendly sort of way, raising his voice ever so slightly. *quot;I'm gonna get us out of here, okay?*quot; Obie didn't respond. He merely watched and waited as Ricky turned around. The driver's side door was right in front of him. All Ricky had to do was pop the handle and slide it open. If Amos had walked away from the rig to use the restroom, all the better. It gave Ricky more time to free his father. Unfortunately, the handle wouldn't budge. *quot;The hell?*quot; Ricky whispered, giving it a yank. The handle refused to give at all. *quot;What gives?*quot; Dad, Ricky realized, had installed those dreaded child-proof locks?the bane of anyone under the age of twelve. He couldn't fathom why. Ricky had never been on a ride with his father before. *quot;Maybe,*quot; he muttered to himself, still trying to yank the handle. *quot;The company made him do it?*quot; In the end, Ricky had to concede defeat. They were trapped inside of the cabin. *quot;Okay, think,*quot; he told himself, glancing back toward Obie. *quot;What would Jeramie do in a situation like this?*quot; Obie had nothing to contribute. He remained seated on the passenger's side, hidden partially by the shadows. Ricky stared down at the floor, hoping the mess contained a secret that he could use against their captor. Gradually, an idea formed. *quot;Yeah,*quot; he murmured, reaching down. *quot;Maybe.*quot; Picking a can up off the floor, Ricky shook it. It was one of his father's beer cans. Dad had missed it somehow. Ricky shook and shook as hard as he could, feeling the weight of the can build. He could hear Amos's footsteps. The old man was returning. Ricky's heart beat frantically in his chest, slamming into his ribcage like a bird desperate to escape. The door to the driver's side popped open. He was only going to get one chance with this. Swallowing the lump that had formed in his throat, Ricky took aim. Amos's face came into view. *quot;Move it, boys. I haven't got all n??*quot; *quot;Thirsty?*quot; Ricky asked cockily, popping the top. Beer and foam went flying right into Amos's face. Ricky had been aiming for the old man's eyes, but missed. He still hit his mark for the most part, however. The spray took Amos by surprise, causing him to flinch. He did not, as Ricky had hoped, fall back, but it would have to be enough. *quot;Sorry!*quot; Ricky yelled, leaping into action. *quot;No driving after eight p.m.!*quot; It was not like the Schwartzenegger movies he watched in spite of his mother's protests. Ricky's body did not fly across the seat gracefully. His legs felt like rubber. They didn't want to move right. The cabin somehow became claustrophobic, with nowhere near enough room to maneuver. Ricky's elbow banged against the wheel. His foot got caught on something and he lost his balance. He fell to the right, leaning into the horn, which filled the air around them all with a massive blast. *quot;Little fucking shit!*quot; Amos snarled. Ricky tried throwing a punch, but all it did was serve to piss Amos off further. The old man didn't bother trying to fight back. He merely reached into his pocket for the small pistol and pointed it. *quot;Fun's over,*quot; said Amos with a bitter hiss. Ricky went very, very still and didn't move. *quot;Now,*quot; Amos continued while wiping the beer foam off his face and beard. *quot;You first. Then the other one behind you. I know he's there.*quot; Slowly, feeling the gun trained on him like it was drilling a hole in his head, Ricky complied. His shoes crunched down onto gravel. Obie came next, falling in line at once. They were, Ricky realized, standing outside an old building of some kind. It looked like the place had been abandoned. Even in the dark of the night, Ricky could tell many of the windows were either cracked or had been shattered altogether. He managed to count at least ten floors before Amos waved the gun at them. *quot;Start walking,*quot; the old man ordered. *quot;And no more funny business.*quot; Ricky reached out, taking hold of Obie's hand first. Obie resisted momentarily, but after a quick glance back at Amos, his tiny little fingers laced tightly through the older boy's. Ricky took a step forward, willing himself to move toward the spooky building. The truth of the matter was that he was terrified. The sight of the structure alone made him tremble. He did his best to hold it in, though, for Obie's sake. As they drew closer, Ricky realized what it was. The dilapidated wreck had once been a hospital. Judging by it's appearance, the place was shut down years and years ago, well before he was born. It lacked a lot of the more modern amenities of the hospital in Pembrooke Falls. There was no canopy or cul-du-sac to pull up into, but little telltale signs?like the staff with the twin snakes?had been left behind. Ricky also became aware of more footsteps. There were other men aside from Amos. Glancing back, he saw his father being unloaded from the backseat. Two men were carrying him out like he were a sack of potatoes. He didn't get more than a glimpse, though. Amos clocked him upside the head with his sharp knuckles before Ricky could tell whether or not his father was okay. Wincing, the eleven-year old boy blinked the tears and stars out of his eyes and kept moving. Amos fished out a set of keys and opened the heavy-looking padlock. It was holding a thick set of chains across the two doors. They weren't the electric kind?like the ones at the supermarket his mother shopped at?either. This was just as well, Ricky reasoned, since the hospital didn't appear to have electricity. Once inside, Ricky took stock of the place. The inside of the building was even worse. There was trash lying around on the floor. Chairs and tables had been toppled over. The hallway walls were covered with graffiti, and it looked like a couple of areas had caved in. *quot;This way,*quot; Amos ordered. To his surprise, Amos led Ricky and Obie to the elevators. Ricky was confused, since he felt sure that these wouldn't work. Amazingly, however, the button lit up when Amos pushed it. His foot tapped impatiently on the ground while they waited. During that time, the two men carrying his Dad managed to arrive. Neither one was very big. It looked as if his father's muscular build were giving them both trouble. One had freckles all over the front of his face, trailing down to his neck. The other had a mop of red hair, wild and messy, in a hairstyle that Ricky felt certain his Mom wouldn't approve of. *quot;Shit,*quot; the one with the carrot-top mop grumbled. *quot;Why can't you carry this sack of shit instead? You're the one with the body for it.*quot; *quot;No fooling,*quot; moaned the one with freckles. *quot;My back's about to go out.*quot; The elevator dinged, and Amos stepped aside to wave them both through first. *quot;Because I'm the one with the gun,*quot; Amos reminded. This brokered no further arguments from either. Ricky saw that his father was slowly beginning to stir. The two grunts took advantage of his and frog-marched him into the elevator. Amos made Ricky and Obie go next. The old man entered last, keeping the gun trained on all of them. *quot;Bunch of pussies,*quot; Amos spat, hitting a button that would take them up near the top. Ricky took a chance, even though Amos held a gun on him, and spoke aloud. *quot;How come we're going up there?*quot; he asked. *quot;And why's there power in this old building?*quot; Amos eyed Ricky for a moment in a manner that made Ricky very uncomfortable. *quot;You ask a lot of questions,*quot; the old man stated. *quot;That could get a boy into trouble.*quot; Opie gave Ricky's arm a slight tug, pleading silently for Ricky to stay silent. *quot;It's weird,*quot; he replied defensively, ignoring Opie's desperate demands. *quot;Smart kid,*quot; Freckles noted, chuckling to himself. *quot;You'll see when we get there,*quot; replied Carrot-Top. The elevator was moving fast. The motions seemed to rouse his father further. Amos noticed this and held the gun up so that Ricky's Dad would see it clearly through his bleary eyes. *quot;One move,*quot; he warned, both words laced with menace. *quot;One fucking move, and I kill both of these boys right in front of you.*quot; Obie jumped back, hiding behind Ricky. Ricky allowed him to seek sanctuary behind his frame. Todd's eyes narrowed at the sight of the gun, but upon seeing where they were, he visibly relaxed. *quot;Good man,*quot; Amos said. *quot;Do both of `em a favor and stay that way. I don't want any trouble out of you. We clear?*quot; Ricky's Dad looked like he wanted to spit in the man's face. After a moment, though, he nodded once. The elevator came to a stop right afterward, and the doors swung open. Amos stepped back out through the doors, then waved his gun at everyone, indicating that they should exit as well. These floors, Ricky saw, were nowhere near as bad. The corridors still contained an air of staleness to them. But the walls were clean and the floors had been cleared away of debris. There was even power. The lights overhead flickered as Amos led them along. Ricky followed along, keeping Obie's little paw clutched tightly in his own. The different hallways connected in such a way that the level felt like a maze. They were led to a room, where Amos pointed for Ricky and Obie to enter. His Dad was tossed in afterward, and he stumbled slightly. The door promptly slammed shut once they were all inside. *quot;You okay, Dad?*quot; Ricky asked immediately now that they were alone. *quot;Ugh, my aching head,*quot; his father moaned. *quot;Feels like I got walloped by a longneck outside of Tuscaloosa.*quot; Ricky turned to the terrified Obie. *quot;Yeah,*quot; he said with some assurance. *quot;He's fine.*quot; Todd rubbed the side of his head, wincing again at the pain. *quot;Must've knocked me out with chloroform,*quot; he reasoned, blinking in the low light. *quot;Any idea what this is all about?*quot; *quot;Not a damn clue,*quot; Ricky said. Obie stared down at his shoes, but shook his head. *quot;Why would your grandfather do this?*quot; Ricky asked. *quot;Does he just hate you?*quot; Obie flinched at the question. *quot;Son,*quot; Ricky's Dad advised in a gentle voice. *quot;Maybe go a little easy on the kid, okay?*quot; Ricky backed off, and almost let go of Obie's hand, but Obie held on tight. Todd crouched down so he could look Obie in the face. He was still moving unevenly. The chloroform hadn't completely worn off yet, and he was having trouble staying steady. Ricky reached out with his free hand to help. *quot;Thanks, son.*quot; Todd gave Ricky a smile before turning to Obie. *quot;We're not gonna hurt you, okay? I wanna make that clear first and foremost.*quot; Todd waited, and finally, Obie nodded. He raised his little chin slightly, not quite meeting Todd's eyes. *quot;Thataboy,*quot; Todd said encouragingly. *quot;Now, if you know anything, would you mind telling us? It might help get us all outta here. And that's what I'm aiming for.*quot; *quot;You can come with us,*quot; Ricky added. Todd gave the barest of nods to his son, indicating that this was the right thing to say. *quot;Absolutely,*quot; he affirmed. *quot;No one gets left behind.*quot; Obie chewed on this. *quot;He's not my grandpa,*quot; the boy said softly. *quot;My grandpa's dead.*quot; Ricky opened his mouth to speak, but Todd shook his head sharply. *quot;I see,*quot; Todd said. *quot;Is he a next-door neighbor of yours or something?*quot; Obie hesitated yet again, then nodded. *quot;He lives down the road. My parents sent me to do chores for him, and we...*quot; Tears started rolling down Obie's face. *quot;I thought...*quot; he mumbled wearily. *quot;I thought he was my friend.*quot; Ricky gave Obie's hand a squeeze. Todd, meanwhile, reached out to pull Obie into a hug. The little kid let go of Ricky's hand at last, seizing hold of Ricky's father like a lifeline. Ricky watched Obie hold his father tight, and felt a pang of jealousy. *quot;Listen,*quot; his father said softly. *quot;It's been a long night for all of us. Let's get some shut-eye.*quot; One hand patted Obie on the back. *quot;We'll figure out what to do in the morning, okay?*quot; Ricky nodded, but it was Obie whom his father seemed to be waiting for a cue from. When Obie nodded, his Dad stood up, carrying the little kid in his arms. They had been left inside of a hospital room. There was a bed for all three of them, and it even had linens. Someone had gone to the trouble of making sure they were washed. The sheets were a little musty, but they felt good as all three slid underneath them. *quot;Get some rest,*quot; Todd told Ricky quietly while Obie slept quietly on his other side. *quot;I don't know what they've got planned for us, but it's gotta be bad.*quot; Ricky said nothing, but privately, he agreed. ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ *quot;All right, you two. Get to work!*quot; Amos had come back, this time with a larger gun. He had woken all of them up by throwing the door open and making it bang against the wall. istanbul travesti Ricky and his father raised up in alarm while Obie remained huddled under the covers. *quot;No fucking way!*quot; Ricky's Dad spat, giving Amos a murderous glare. In answer, Amos cocked the gun, keeping it trained on Ricky. *quot;You sure about that, buddy?*quot; the old man challenged. Todd hesitated, which drew a cold smile out of Amos. *quot;That's better,*quot; he said, giving the trigger the barest of squeezes. *quot;Wouldn't want something to happen to either of these boys, would we?*quot; Todd made a face before glancing back at Obie, who had yet to come out from under the sheets. *quot;What about him?*quot; Ricky's Dad asked. *quot;At least let him leave.*quot; Amos shook his head. *quot;Nah,*quot; he replied. *quot;We're gonna let him stay. It'll add something extra. Plus, the kid needs to know what'll be expected of him soon.*quot; Ricky felt sick to his stomach. *quot;I don't wanna do this,*quot; he said quietly. Todd reached under the covers and gave Ricky's hand a squeeze, silently asking for quiet. Amos heard him anyway. His eyes, a cold and almost ethereal blue, narrowed in on the eleven-year old. *quot;Tell you what,*quot; the old man said, lowering the gun just a little. *quot;I'll make you a deal, kiddo. You can drop out of this. But in return, your old man has to fuck him...*quot; Amos nodded at the shivering spot under the bed covers where Obie was hiding. *quot;...instead of you. How's that sound?*quot; Ricky swallowed. He had no idea how experienced Obie was when it came to a grown man's dick. Amos had said that Obie was a virgin, at least when it came to being fucked. Ricky felt certain that was true. Obie was no stranger to having his throat fucked, but taking cock up the ass was a different sort of thing altogether. Jeramie had been right in that regard, at least. Thinking of his best friend seemed to resolve something in him. Ricky clenched down and steeled his reserve. Looking up, he stared the old man straight in the eye. *quot;I'll do it,*quot; he said, trying and failing to keep his voice steady. *quot;What was that?*quot; It sounded as if Amos were enjoying himself. *quot;Didn't hear you, boy. Speak up!*quot; Ricky cleared his throat. *quot;I said,*quot; he grunted out through clenched teeth. *quot;I'll do it. Just leave Obie alone already.*quot; Amos nodded. *quot;That's better,*quot; he said, leering. Todd kept a tight grip on Ricky's hand. As Amos took a step back, he gave it another squeeze. Ricky returned the gesture, but kept his eyes glued on the old man with the gun. *quot;Wait,*quot; Todd called out when Amos was halfway out the door. *quot;You mean in here?*quot; Amos laughed. *quot;Oh, don't you worry none about that,*quot; he said, reaching for the door handle. *quot;We're always watching!*quot; When the door was almost shut completely, he added. *quot;Don't keep us waiting long.*quot; Once Amos was gone, Ricky let his eyes wander. The walls were threadbare and devoid of decoration. There were, however, a few odd things. Three of the upper corners contained strange dark globes. Ricky couldn't see what was inside, but he had a hunch. *quot;I think there are cameras in the room, Dad,*quot; he whispered, keeping a close eye on one globe in particular. Todd nodded. *quot;That's just what I was thinking, son,*quot; he replied. *quot;I'm guessing that's how they make their bread and butter. These assholes film kids getting fucked and sell the tapes.*quot; It didn't sound like any kind of movie Ricky would see on the shelves of Blockbuster. That, however, was the least of their worries. He felt sick to his stomach now. Ricky had been looking forward to this. It was all he had thought about for days. Now, when he at last would take his father's cock inside of him, it had to be in a terrible place like this. Strangers he had never met, who threatened to hurt him and Obie, would be watching. In the heat of the moment, Ricky had forgotten about the kid in the bed with them. *quot;What do we do about...?*quot; Ricky nodded once in Obie's direction. *quot;Can we put him somewhere first?*quot; *quot;Where?*quot; Todd's eyes looked around the room. *quot;There ain't even a bathroom for him to hide in, son. I'm guessing this hospital shut down back when bedpans were still a thing.*quot; Ricky's heart sank. He knew that his Dad was right, but he wanted to at least be alone in the room. Amos had been there for Ricky's first time with his Dad. Now, the perverted old man would get to record their second time while Obie watched. It was so unfair. Todd saw his son trying to discreetly brush tears out of his eyes with his free hand. *quot;Hey, no crying, okay?*quot; His voice seemed to calm Ricky a tiny bit. *quot;I'm gonna get us out of this eventually.*quot; *quot;I know.*quot; Ricky smiled sadly up at his Dad. *quot;I was just... I thought our first time...*quot; It took a moment, but Todd realized what Ricky meant. *quot;Would it help,*quot; he whispered in his son's ear, *quot;if I told you I'll be gentle this time around, huh?*quot; Ricky giggled like a blushing bride. *quot;I wish you wouldn't be, Dad,*quot; he replied huskily. Their clothing wound up in a pile on the side of the bed. Ricky held on to his feet as his Dad probed deep inside of him with two fingers. There was minimal resistance since Ricky had taken Daddy LeCleaux's cock earlier in the week. When his father at last entered him, Ricky's back arched. He could feel each delicious inch pushing inside. It wasn't as if the eleven-year old was a stranger to big cocks. Daddy LeCleaux had been the biggest Ricky was fucked by before this point. Todd's biggest strength, however, was his girth. His dick was built like a mule's, thick and covered in veins. It forced Ricky's cunt to spread wider than it ever had before. Halfway in, Ricky's breath came in shortened gasps. *quot;Almost there,*quot; Todd encouraged, never letting up. *quot;Eyes on me, son, and keep breathing.*quot; Ricky watched his Dad's chest rise and fall. He was panting himself, as if he were running in a marathon. Thick rivulets of sweat rolled down, getting lost in the thick hair coating his front. His rough hands squeezed Ricky's lower calves. A quick push nearly bent his son in half and forced several more inches inside of his boy's tight little cunt hole. Ricky couldn't hold back anymore. His mouth flew up and a primal scream of pain and lust erupted out of him, rebounding off the walls. His whole body felt out of control. Fire danced along the surface of his skin. His little boy cocklet belched pre-jizz, enough that he may as well have pissed all over himself. The sound was even enough to draw Obie out from his hiding place. The boy looked Ricky right in the eye as Dad worked the last couple of inches through the second barrier in his son. He was watching Ricky as his hole was violated by his own father. Other men, maybe even Amos, were watching. A bunch of strangers were recording Ricky's second time with his Dad. The thought actually turned Ricky on even more. In that moment, he wanted them to see. Ricky wanted them to record the moment when the last inch of his father's dick went inside of him. *quot;FUCK!*quot; Todd screamed. He was buried balls deep inside of his son. Logically, there should have been a few minutes of respite for Ricky to give his body time to adjust. But logic and reason had gone out the window. Ricky's Dad couldn't think straight anymore. His body rocked back and forth, fueled by a passionate need to claim his boy. His chest heaved as his hips lunged forward. Ricky felt his own smaller form rise up, thrown up off the bed by the power and intensity of that first thrust. His Dad had become a monster, a beast meant for breeding him. *quot;Ahhh! Ahhhhh! Oh, fuck me, Daddy! Fuck me!*quot; *quot;FUCK! SHIT! GODDAMN, SON!*quot; Their eyes blazed together in the room as the bed rocked back and forth. Faintly, Ricky could hear the headboard banging against the wall. Obie bounced up and down like he was on the horsie ride at the supermarket. The sheer force of Dad's thrusts meant he couldn't lay still. *quot;GONNA CUM! FUCK, GONNA BREED MY BOY!*quot; *quot;FUCK! CUM INSIDE ME, DADDY!*quot; Todd lunged forward again and again. He had fully bent his son in half at this point. Ricky's cunt was pointed up, exposed to the room containing the hidden cameras. His mule cock was spitting the poor boy in half. Never once, though, did Ricky ask for his father to stop. *quot;MORE!*quot; Ricky howled, remembering the word from the time when he watched Eddie get double penetrated in the park. *quot;PLEASE, MORE!*quot; A moment later, his Dad came. Ricky felt the flood of cum explode out from the thick head buried far back inside of him. He could almost see the lump formed below his tummy. The hot white seed washed up into his bowels, coating them in the jizz that had helped make him. *quot;OH GOD!*quot; his Dad cried out. *quot;FUCK! SHIT! FUUUUUCCKKKK!!*quot; Dad fell forward, catching himself at the last second with his elbows so he didn't crush Ricky with his weight. Ricky unfolded, just enough to secure both legs around Dad's waist. His arms circled around his father's upper half as much as they could. He clung to the older man, holding his body against the hot, sweaty form of the man he loved. Their breathes came one after the other, synched by a rhythm without even trying. Ricky could still feel his Dad deep inside of him. The bulbous head spewed a handful of ropes, still seeding him. *quot;I love you, Dad,*quot; Ricky whispered. *quot;Love you so much, son,*quot; he heard his father murmur. There was clapping. Todd raised up and whirled off Ricky's body. He nearly crushed Obie, but managed to only knock the poor kid off the side of the bed. *quot;Ow!*quot; Obie cried out in protest. Todd almost went to him, but was stopped by the sight of Amos. The old man stood at the foot of their bed. He wore a darkly pleased expression as he clapped. *quot;That was quite the show,*quot; he said smugly. *quot;Care to do an encore?*quot; ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ *quot;Move it!*quot; The man behind them barked like he had a sore throat. Ricky shot the man a glare over his shoulder, not unlike how he would have done at a teacher. The teachers at his school were never armed, however?unless one counted the wooden paddles they used. And either this man didn't notice, or else he couldn't be bothered to care. Ricky was willing to gamble on the latter. The guard that had taken them out of their room wasn't paying close attention. Ricky knew how to watch for the signs. He was good at spotting adults that didn't watch kids as closely as they ought to. Plus, he'd had Jeramie as a friend for several years. Jeramie knew all about looking for details. Their friendship had taught Ricky a lot, and made him a much better mischief-maker than he might have otherwise been. *quot;Turn here,*quot; the guard ordered absent-mindedly. Ricky had thought about Jeramie a lot for the past two days. He dwelt on his best friend, and what Jeramie might be doing. Sometimes, jealousy took over when he thought of the boy next door in his large, warm house. The hospital was always cold. He and Obie shivered underneath the covers together at night. During the day, it would grow sweltering hot. They would each be forced to strip down to keep cool. That had been Obie's idea, actually. The little kid had a lot of them when they were alone. He still didn't talk all that much, but the boy was friendly enough. Ricky had grown to see him as another little brother to take care of. He had offered himself up whenever one of the big men with huge cocks came to fuck them on hidden camera. *quot;Left,*quot; the guard barked, meaning for Ricky and Obie to take the upcoming bend in the hallway. Instead, however, Ricky turned right. He took hold of Obie's hand before walking off. When the guard yelled, Ricky kept walking, keeping an even pace. It was a tactic he had learned before moving to Pembrooke Falls, and it had infuriated his first grade teacher. Ricky could feel Obie's shocked, wide eyes drilling holes in the back of his head. *quot;I said STOP, you little shits!*quot; the guard snapped. Ricky did turn around after a couple of paces. *quot;Sorry,*quot; he said in a mockingly sweet tone. *quot;I wasn't listening.*quot; The guard bore down on him, but Ricky held his ground. He knew that teachers loved to intimidate kids with their size. These guards were not so different. They used the fact that they were big and scary-looking to keep the kids in the hospital in line. None of them had actually hurt anyone, though?at least, no one Ricky's age or below. Ricky had a sneaky suspicion about why, too. He suspected that his Dad had been right. These assholes were selling the tapes that they made of kids being fucked to people. If the kids were hurt badly enough, they couldn't perform. *quot;Move,*quot; the guard ordered. Ricky did comply, keeping Obie's hand in his as he walked them back the way they had come. He even picked up the pace, pretending to try and make up for lost time. The real reason, though, was so that he and Obie could talk. *quot;Do you trust me?*quot; he whispered as quietly as possible. In the empty corridors, small voices were more audible. He had to be quick, and unfortunately, so did Obie. Obie gave Ricky's hand a squeeze with his smaller one. *quot;I do,*quot; he replied. *quot;Good.*quot; Ricky squeezed Obie's hand back. *quot;Pretend like you need to use the bathroom. Real bad. Like you're gonna wet your pants.*quot; Ricky turned his head and stared hard into Obie's eyes for a split second, trying to convey how important this was. Obie hesitated, though, which only served to infuriate Ricky. *quot;Now!*quot; he hissed. Obie looked back at the guard, who wasn't watching them closely now that they were moving along again. He'd even managed to fall a few steps behind. The guy clearly didn't see either of them as a threat. Ricky would make sure he regretted that. *quot;What's your plan?*quot; Obie asked. *quot;Gonna look for a phone,*quot; Ricky explained, as quickly as possible. *quot;Saw one yesterday on this floor. But I need to get away.*quot; Obie considered for a minute, then nodded. *quot;Ahhh!*quot; he cried out, grabbing hold of the back of his trousers. *quot;Ohhh, I've gotta poop bad!*quot; The kid promptly dropped down to the floor. Crocodile tears rolled down his face, which had screwed up so that he appeared to be in pain. Ricky was impressed, and a little surprised. He had thought Obie would just say that he had to pee. Clearly, the kid had some acting chops! The guard stopped short a couple of steps back. Letting out a huge sigh, like this was a major inconvenience on him, the muscled man reached down to scoop Obie off the floor. Obie gave Ricky a discreet wink as he was lifted up into the air. *quot;This way,*quot; the guard ordered as he strode right past Ricky, ignoring him altogether in favor of this development. Ricky did keep pace at first, but soon allowed himself to fall behind. The guard never noticed, so intent he was on getting Obie to the nearest restroom. Pretty soon, Ricky had lost them entirely. *quot;Sucker,*quot; he crowed softly, pleased with himself. Ricky headed back in the direction he had come. The phones had been somewhere near the middle of the floor they were on. Unfortunately, the hallways and corridors of the abandoned hospital were like a maze. It didn't take long before Ricky found himself completely lost. Frustration filled him, and he was on the verge of giving himself away by cussing aloud when he passed something intriguing. There was a door marked with the symbol for `Stairs'. Ricky hesitated, thinking hard for a moment. Going down was the best option, but the guards probably knew that he was loose in the building by now. They'd be searching for him. Surely, he reasoned, they would expect him to head for the exits on the first floor. That was Ricky's first thought, in fact?to get out and go get help somewhere else. A tiny voice inside of his head, which sounded remarkably like Jeramie, whispered an alternative to him, however. It would be sneakier to go up. The guards would never think to look for him there, and the floors above probably had phones he could use. *quot;Thanks, Jeramie.*quot; Ricky didn't think that his friend could hear him, but he was grateful for the idea anyway. Opening the door, Ricky slipped inside and hurried as fast as he could. His footsteps echoed loudly in the narrow stairwell, but time was of the essence. Once the coast was clear, Ricky slipped out through the doorway and onto the floor two levels up from the one he had left. The hallways here weren't crowded. This operation was run by a skeleton crew, it seemed. The abandoned hospital was convenient for keeping folks away, but it was easy to get lost inside of without any personnel around. *quot;Bingo!*quot; Ricky said happily. There was a station of some kind up ahead. An old-fashioned rotary phone was sitting right there on the desk. No one was manning it. Ricky took hold of the receiver, but then hesitated. He had another idea, and quickly snatched up the heavy old phone. Fortunately, the cord on it was very long. He figured the adults must carry it around with them to different corners of the station. It felt like it weighed a ton in his arms. Nevertheless, Ricky managed to drag it over to a cabinet. Taking hold of the door, Ricky slipped himself inside, pulling the cord behind him. Once he had settled in, the eleven-year old closed the door behind him. The phone made a noisy `clack-clack-clack' sound with each number he dialed. *quot;It would've killed them to get one with buttons,*quot; he growled nastily. Ricky dialed the number from memory. After two rings, someone picked up. *quot;Hello?*quot; said Jeramie's voice. *quot;Hey!*quot; Ricky spat out, speaking very rapidly. *quot;Listen, I don't have time to explain. I??*quot; *quot;Where are you?*quot; Jeramie interrupted, which annoyed Ricky immensely. *quot;I said...*quot; Ricky swallowed his anger and continued. *quot;I ran away with my Dad. I mean, my real Dad. Look, it's complicated.*quot; *quot;Your Dad is really your Uncle Todd,*quot; Jeramie explained in a calm voice, though he was speaking fast now as well. *quot;He and your Mom dated back in high school. My Dad told me.*quot; *quot;Oh.*quot; Ricky paused. *quot;Thanks. I'm glad you know. That way, I don't have to explain as much.*quot; *quot;I knew you were going away with him,*quot; Jeramie added. *quot;What?*quot; Ricky covered his mouth to silence himself. *quot;Sorry, I'm in trouble here. But real quick, how'd you know?*quot; *quot;I'm a detective,*quot; Jeramie reminded, sounding pleased with himself. *quot;You just wanted to spend some time with him. I can relate.*quot; Ricky felt his heart squeeze. *quot;Thanks, man. Listen, Dad and I were kidnapped by this creep with a gun named Amos. He's this really gross old guy. He stole Dad's rig and drove us to this old, abandoned hospital. There's other kids here too, Jeramie.*quot; *quot;Okay,*quot; Jeramie jumped in, sounding alarmed now. *quot;Don't worry. I can handle this. I'll tell Dad and he'll have the police in that area on the case as soon as possible. You just hang tight.*quot; *quot;Wait!*quot; Ricky hissed out. *quot;Don't hang up! I don't know where we are, Jeramie. It was dark when we were brought here.*quot; Jeramie actually had the gall to laugh. *quot;I've got that covered,*quot; he revealed, and it sounded as though he was smiling. *quot;Remember that FBI guy who came to Pembrooke Falls a year ago?*quot; Ricky didn't see how this helped, or related to the situation. *quot;Yeah,*quot; he admitted, getting mad again. *quot;So?*quot; *quot;He had a bunch of tracking devices,*quot; Jeramie explained. *quot;And he left a couple with Dad just to be safe. I... kinda borrowed one without asking and hid it underneath the backseat of your Dad's rig. Remember when he pulled in to pick you up, and you both thought no one had seen you?*quot; Ricky hung his head. *quot;Should've known,*quot; he mumbled, feeling both relieved and embarrassed. *quot;You think of everything, dude.*quot; *quot;I'm gonna hang up now,*quot; Jeramie told him, sounding serious now. *quot;You find yourself a safe place to hide and wait. Dad and I will handle the rest.*quot; *quot;Okay,*quot; Ricky whispered. *quot;Please, hurry!*quot; *quot;We will.*quot; Jeramie's voice sounded strangely calm then. *quot;Don't worry. You're not alone, Ricky. We're on the way.*quot; *quot;Jeramie?*quot; Ricky paused, feeling a lump rise in his throat. *quot;Thank you.*quot; *quot;Always, buddy. Always!*quot; Ricky heard the line go dead. He clung to the receiver for a moment more, holding to his ear for comfort. The dial tone made him feel cold inside, so he played the conversation over again in his head. He had gotten through to Jeramie. Jeramie's Dad was coming. They would all be okay. Ricky kept repeating that to himself, over and over like a mantra. He was startled out of it when a pair of shoes squeaked past. *quot;Where the fuck'd he go?*quot; Freckles shouted. *quot;Dunno,*quot; Carrot-Top replied. *quot;But he wasn't on any of the lower floors, so that leaves up here.*quot; *quot;Stupid kid.*quot; It sounded like Freckles spat on the floor. *quot;Running upstairs when he should be heading for the door.*quot; *quot;Yeah, but...*quot; Carrot-Top went silent. *quot;Never mind.*quot; Ricky waited, holding his breath. He thought he heard more footsteps coming closer. The dial tone made it hard for him to be sure, though. And then, without warning, the receiver let out a terrible screeching, like an alarm going off. Ricky yelled, and in his panic, one leg kicked the door open. He spilled out onto the floor, receiver still in hand, in front of Freckles and Carrot-Top, who were waiting for him. *quot;Well! Well!*quot; Freckles jeered. *quot;Look who we have here.*quot; ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ It was late that night when the police arrived. Freckles and Carrot-Top had taken Ricky back to his room. Both made threats about what would happen to his Dad if he tried anything. Ricky complied, putting up no resistance. He was left in the room alone without Obie, whom he didn't see for hours. There, he had waited. When the raid began, Ricky prayed silently that his father and Obie wouldn't be hurt. He hadn't seen either of them in a while. He and Obie were kept in a room together, but his father had been taken to a separate area by Amos not long after they had fucked for the first time. A man wearing some kind of police armor burst into the room, scaring the shit right out of him. They were checking all of the rooms, arresting the bad guys and bringing out any kids they found. Ricky was escorted down the stairs, but soon got lost in the shuffle. It was such a madhouse that the policeman couldn't keep track of him. That was how Ricky wanted it. He needed to find his Dad and Obie for himself. And the upper floors were his best bet. The police were still trying to go through all of the lower floors first. He had overheard one say how they hadn't made a thorough sweep of the entire building yet. He figured that Obie and his father had been taken somewhere higher. If the cops found them, he would simply go down and out into the parking lot, claiming he had gotten lost. But if they were around, he needed to see them. Ricky made it to the top floor and began his search. He could hear the police moving around on the floor below, meaning there wasn't much time. This area looked the least like a hospital. It had been converted into something that looked more like a studio. There were whole spaces with setups that resembled a classroom, a playground, and a birthday party. It was all extremely creepy, and it made Ricky's flesh crawl. There were sounds as well. Ricky became aware of him the deeper he went into the studio area. It sounded like someone was being hurt, which made his heart race. His feet moved faster against the dirty tile floor. Ricky turned one corner and another, racing past a scene that looked like an actual hospital station for kids. He then cut a corner and ran through what may have been a principle's office. The noises were getting louder. *quot;Dad?*quot; Ricky called out, hoping his father would hear him. There came a second cry, and Ricky realized that there were two voices. The closer he drew to them, the more he realized that neither was in pain. One of the adults must not have heard the police raid the hospital. They were fucking a boy. Ricky's heart raced. He felt something land in the pit of his stomach. There was a space up ahead that had been sectioned off by large pieces of plywood, giving the illusion of privacy. The noises were coming from behind them. They grew louder the closer Ricky came. Slowly, as if in a trance, he peeked around one corner. The inside of the area was vastly different from the dirty hospital floor beyond it. Someone had painted the plywood blue on the inside, then added bright gold stars so that it resembled the night sky. There were toys scattered about on the floor. A plastic airplane hung down from high up. Centered in the room was a bed with animal print bed sheets. And on top of the bed was his Dad and Obie. Obie was riding on top of Ricky's Dad like there was no tomorrow, coated in sweat, cum, and looking deliriously happy as he slammed his cunt hole down on the thick mule cock. *quot;OH!*quot; his Dad cried out. *quot;Oh fuck, boy!*quot; *quot;Harder, Daddy!*quot; Obie cried in response as his body rocked with pleasure. *quot;Fuck me harder, Daddy!*quot; Ricky stared in shock as the scene unfolded. His father's hands ran all over Obie's small frame. Obie, in turn, would rise up as high as his little coltish legs could go before slamming himself back down. It didn't seem possible that such a big cock could fit inside such a small frame. Obie, however, was taking it like a champ. His eyes glazed over each time Ricky's Dad bottomed out in him. *quot;More, Daddy!*quot; Obie yelled even louder. *quot;Give me more cum! I need my Daddy's cum deep inside of my pussy!*quot; *quot;Fuck!*quot; Ricky's Dad sounded hoarse, as if they'd been doing this for a while. *quot;I ain't got much more in me!*quot; *quot;Noooooo!*quot; Obie whined, high and needy. *quot;I need all of Daddy's cum in me!*quot; The tiny boy bounced faster, determined to milk his stud for all that his balls had. Ricky continued to watch, unable to process what he was seeing. To his shock and confusion, Obie turned toward him. A knowing smirk spread across his cum-coated face. Defiantly, he took hold of Dad's hands, encouraging them to touch him more. Ricky's Dad ran his fingers all over Obie's sweaty little body, taking the time to pinch the tiny pink nipples adoring the boy's chest. Obie's eyes never left Ricky the whole time. Ricky realized that he knew the look Obie was giving him. He had worn it before. It was the look of someone who had won. Ricky wore it anytime he knew he had gotten away with some mischief. He remembered the pleased, proud feeling inside of him all of those times. The adults never knew what he had really been up to. Obie had been with the bad guys the whole time. This had been his goal from the start. And now, Ricky's Dad was cumming inside of him. *quot;Oh god!*quot; he heard his father scream, as if from a far distance. *quot;Fuck! I'm cumming! Shit, I'm cumming, boy! Here it goes again, right inside you!*quot; *quot;Yes, Daddy!*quot; Ricky heard Obie's voice more clearly, and it brought things back into focus in time for the tears to start falling down his face. *quot;Fuck me! Cum in me! Breed me, Daddy!*quot; Ricky stood there crying while Obie rode the last load his Dad had in his balls, painting the slut's insides with it. And Obie laughed.