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Fifteen miles down river from Steve's house is an nubiles nymphets porn old Army Corps of Engineers lake. The water is cold, deep
and clear, except during the flood season in the spring. Many of the men had secured boats to go down for the fourth of
July portal nymphets fireworks display that I had helped to arrange. I sent Pete off with a few of those that wanted the quiet away from
the mad house of boys for a few hours. He pulled Traveler to the top of a hill overlooking the demonstration area. I put
Traveler Too and Travel All on hill tops on the west side of the river. I had hired one of the largest nymphets bj fireworks companies
in the country to provide us with a choreographed display that would have people talking for years to come. The
Traveler family was linked via satellite to the pyrotechnic's control system and so began an hour of aerial majesty with
the surround sound of seventy two air horns in all of their beauty echoing across the lake. I had large pontoon platforms for my boys that wanted to be on the water through the show. The State's Park
Rangers had set buoys about the lake to keep anyone from being directly under the flaming rockets. I don't want anyone
hurt. My boys did not like the State's rules that everyone had to wear a life jacket while on the water but in the dark, on
a deep lake, I insisted that all of the boys wore them. I did not hear definition nymphet
how the life jackets had hindered the enjoyment of
the forty thousand dollar display. The event had been widely advertised and the public came out in force. One estimate from the State Park
Rangers was a crowd of over two thousand people along both sides of the river and stretching out for about six miles.
The surprising part to them was the sparse clean up afterwards from such a large crowd. It looked as if everybody had
packed their trash back out with them which kept the lake clean for others to use. Pete did not rejoin us until morning. He had Raven, Jace, and Kenny with him and Toby. Kenneth Thomas and
Jeremy Combs as well as Cas and Tyler stayed on the hill top to sleep under the warm starry sky. I allowed the older
boys with me to sleep out on the pontoon boats but I had to get in their face that they were not to pee in the lake.
Chemical potties were on all three boats. The boats were tethered togther so if they drifted from their anchors they
would all be drifting together. nymphet hentai tgp
Space was scarce on the boats so only fifteen couples went out. But I made sure that those that did go out were
good swimmers and understood that they had to wear the life jackets. For the most part they all wore a life belt which
gave them more freedom of movement. That was fine for the older pedophile nymphet black boys but the little ones wore full torso covering life
vests, most often referred to as Mae Wests.
After the fireworks display we had a belated birthday party for Cory. He actually turned nineteen on Friday the
thirtieth, the day we left Albany. I learned that the family put a burning match in a piece of cake and served him at one
of the truck stops along the way. Cory told me that I was busy with a lady and a cop so it had to be our three PM stop in
Indianapolis for lunch. nymphets girl All that considered I felt bad that Cory had not had a proper celebration. He had asked me not to do anything for
the day because it only reminded him that he was getting old. One look at that boy and old is not what one thinks of, he
has the perpetual beauty of youth about him. I think he will retain his boyish continence throughout his twenties or
more. Cory's favorite cake is angel food and he loves vanilla pudding so that is what I had made. The bakery thought I
was a prank caller when I ordered a four foot triple layer sheet cake of angel food with vanilla pudding between layers
but they made it. It is difficult to write "Happy Birthday" in pudding so the bakery used frosting in red and blue. I asked
for no decorations on the cake because I had ordered a box of candy pricks just for the occasion. Gus and Theo helped
me to lay one hundred little one inch peckers around the top of the cake. The family took one look at it before Cory cut
it and told him that it really needed cream on top. Cory passed, opting instead to take individual creamy treats to wash
the cake down. The boy was a mess when he was thrown into the lake to wash over fifty loads nymphets tiny
of cum from his hair and
body, who knows how much he managed to get in himself. I granted his birthday wish as I took him to Traveler Too to
spend little nymphet nude portal the night with the air conditioner on.
We had a campfire going, okay four campfires going, as breakfast was whipped up for my seventy guys. It has
gotten to the point that I am going to have to have a commercial kitchen with a large staff just to prepare meals each
day. Nine loaves of bread, twelve dozen eggs, ten pounds of bacon, a peck of tomatoes, and a bushel of potatoes
washed down with ten gallons of milk and many pots of campfire boiled coffee, set us up for a morning on the water. Pete arrived at he lead of a convoy of ski boats up the river inlet to the lake. I had one local marina locate ten
boats and bring them up for six hours. I figure that anymore than that would be too much and not everyone may want to
ski. The boats were limited to four at a time. A driver, a spotter, and two skiers. I took one of the boats and took the
position as spotter to give the younger guys a chance to learn to ski. I had more than the six that I expected. Some of the
older boys had never skied before and they wanted to ride on the bunny boat. I told them bunny slopes were for novice
snow skiers to learn how to keep their balance but they liked the name they had given it. Tim O'Conner asked if he could drive for me. I was proud to let him do so. He told me that he used to love to
water ski and he really missed doing some of the things in his life that were now impossible. That did it. I had two
chase boats with ready swimmers onboard as Pete drove and Sandy and I spotted. Tim was up on the first pull and he
had the time of his life for a full half hour before his legs began to chafe. That was the one part I had not thought of. He
wears a nylon stocking on the ends of his legs and the socket is padded but the combination of strange movements on
the water and of course the water itself made for more pain than he expected. Sandy lifted him from the boat and carried him to a picnic table where his prosthetic legs were removed. The
boys legs had blisters like a foot in an ill fitting shoe. Tim was not going to be able to walk for a few days. He had
family that was ready to help. Sandy is not large enough or strong enough to carry Tim very far at one time. Raymond
and Chuck were there to assist as they were needed. I gathered all of the urchins and made them sun dry themselves before we loaded up the Traveler Trio to go
back to the campsite. Tim's wheelchair was unloaded from underneath Traveler Too then Tim had a regular line of
pushers asking to take him wherever he needed to go. One of the young relations handed me his radio. I listened and then told Sandy that he should push Tim up to the
house. I jumped on my horse and went ahead of them. Fawn and Daylight had a raised table set with some poultice
made up for Tim's legs, don't knock the old ways. That shit stank to the high heavens but Tim said it took all of the
pain away instantly. His blisters had drained and were healing well by bedtime when the two women applied another of
their cures to stay on all night. Tim wanted to try his legs the next morning. He told us that he was perfect, no pain. He
did get another treatment before bedtime as a precaution.
My relations took small groups of boys on hikes through the woods and up the mountains. I cautioned them to
stay away from Steve's shrine. They knew the place but most of them did not know that the great Chief's remains were
interred there. Of course they would stay well away. If any of the boys even got a glimpse of the small mountainside
lake they would have to investigate and I don't want the peace of the place disturbed, ever. It is actually on my private
land so I could enforce my desire if I needed two. The relations have too much respect for Steve or any other burial
grounds to violate my wishes.
We ended each day anime nymphets galleries
with a gathering around a large campfire. We had international visitors, as well as visitors
from every area of the country, that expected an old fashioned cowboy campfire, complete with songs and ghost stories.
We had both of those in abundance, every evening there were several guitars and many songs. We even learned Russian
cowboy songs and one in Swedish, I guess the one that was the most fun was the old cowboy mainstay songs in
Japanese. I had occasion one time to see a John Wayne movie dubbed in Japanese, I was young so my laughter was
forgiven me but I roared when I heard big old masculine John Wayne in a high tiny voice confront the bad guy just
before he hit him in the mouth. That sequence is my favorite and when I need a laugh I try to remember that. A small dais had been built to one side of the fire pit. It consisted of two sheets of plywood raised up about six
inches above the ground to provide a level stage for performers. One evening we gathered at the fireside to find two bar
stools sitting on the dais. To each side of the small stage was a halogen work light sitting on the ground and aimed up at
the stage, then along the side away from the fire were three halogen lights set on pedestal poles at about six feet in
height. Everything was impromptu at our gathering, we were on vacation, so no one had a clue as to what was going to
happen. Nearly everyone of us wished we had some warning so that we could have our cameras. Our evening began as usual and there were several men and their boys that stepped up to give us a
demonstration of their deep love commitment for each other. We have many older gentlemen that have lost most of
their bodies youthfulness and vigor but their boys love them, maybe even more than the boys of men that are more fit. I
always had extra warm fuzzies as I watched a boy of no more than fourteen or fifteen rim and then mount a three
hundred pound, sixty year old man that could no longer get it up. We had six such pairings and in each case the boy
made such passionate love to his daddy that ones' heart would melt. Personally I felt great love and release as I watched
the demonstrations. The first pair on that one particular evening will always live deep in my heart. I had met the old Italian judge
when I was a boy, he was old then, but at my age everyone was. His dunlop made the Pillsbury dough boy look like a
string bean. I had to duck my head and look up to see his cock underneath its mighty roof of blubber. The boy with him
was instant erection material. He was a swarthy young Italian street boy that the judge had taken in and educated since
the age of six. At thirteen the boy awakened the judge when he slid down the man's morning wood and told him that he
was old enough to be loved like he knew the judge wanted to love him. The boy's name was Emilio and he saw himself as a stand up comedian. By the time the boy finished his routine
we saw him that way two. He told the raunchiest fag jokes I had ever heard, in three languages. He repeated each joke
in Arabic and Japanese for five of our non-English speaking guests and their boys. After his stand up routine the pair
began the second hottest sex show I ever saw. I'll tell you about the hottest sex show in a minute. Emilio was fourteen, minimum age to be at the party, although I violated that rule. He stood a good five foot
four inches tall and carried a hefty one hundred and four pounds on his bones. His bones were not as obvious, as other
boys of his size, Emilio had a very nice developing musculature. He love nymphet tes
had the dark swarthiness of his ancestry and was
covered in an uncombed mop of dark brown hair that hung down his neck but not quite to his collar. His lips are thin
around a wide mouth and they look like they could fit well around any sized mancock. Each time I have seen him he
was wearing a pair of dime sized earrings and I have never seen him without the latest fad statement, the beaded
necklace. All of this is capped by a pair of dark brown eyes that peer into a man's heart and melts it to jelly. I know all
of this because he has a pin, if we had an award for multiple rides he would have six clusters for his pin. The boy loves
men and big cocks, I also think that the judge was trying to soften me up because I know that he sent the boy to me
twice for a fuck in the grass alongside nymphet gymnasts the river bank. The slight boy crawled on all fours and made sure that everyone nearby could see his perfect little ass with his
very enlarged back entry portal. His balls hung so low that they looked as if they were going to drag on the harsh
wooden floor and had his sweet cock not been stiff I am sure it would have several wood splinters in its angry looking
red glans. Once satisfied that everybody was up for his show he began. He buried his face between the Judge's Volkswagen sized cheeks. His little face was totally engulfed by the
massive mounds of flesh. The only bubble butt the judge had was akin to the Hindenburg. The judge spread his legs
wide as Emilio turned to his back and worked his way through the massive pillars of flab as he ate the man around the
world, in the standing position. None of us had ever seen, or conceived of this action and every pair of balls in the area
dumped their juices, except Gus but he had such nymphettes nude 13 yo a noisy orgasm that the crowd gave him an ovation. Emilio held the judge's hands as the man slowly knelt before the boy and locked their faces together in the most
tender of kisses, a kiss between true lovers. Demonstrating his affection for the man that had been his provider for
nearly eight years, Emilio began an oral assault that was on par or above to most of the love making I have ever
witnessed. The judge had more hair on his fat body than a barbershop floor on Friday, but that did not deter the smooth
skinned lad as he left very visible wet trails in his wake. The judge had twin areolas of more than an inch and a half in diameter. Emilio suckled them like a starving calf,
or puppy, and left the large nipples in their middle erect and tall enough to be seen from our seats. In keeping with his
comedic nature he stuck his six inch skinny cock in the man's navel and fucked him. The judge used his hands to push
his lard up so that it looked like a large butt and enveloped the boy's sex tool, to the delight of the audience. The judge is a man's man and even though he had not yet achieved an erection he was very impressive. Emilio's
diminutive size was exasperated by the size of the enormous tool in his tiny mouth. He pried the extraordinarily
abundant foreskin apart with his slender fingers and stuck his nose against the glans of the cock that even soft was a
large as the boy's wrist. Emilio had the foreskin stretched over his mouth and up on his nose as he began to sing to the cock head against
his thin lips. The judge enjoyed the action and was hard put to lay still. Once again the cock disappeared down the boy's
throat as he began to assault it with long strokes. When once again the massive meat was open to our view it had
enlarged considerably. Emilio then began to play to the crowd as he licked his meat treat then forced an enormous sized
testicle into his mouth. The judge was sweating and breathing hard. A boy ran to the dais with two large pillows as the large man rolled
to his belly. Emilio helped him place the pillows in just the correct position and moved himself between the man's legs
and against the upturned judge butt. There was just too much fucking flesh for us to see anything but from the sound of
the pair of participants Emilio was on target and doing his work. In much too short of a time Emilio stiffened and began
to plow his final offerings into the upturned butt beneath him. Without hesitation the judge rolled to his back and showed why he had authority over lesser men. He sported a
solid twelve inch man pole of superior girth. Instantly the monolith disappeared as Emilio impaled himself fully free nymphet list onto
the object of his desire. He began to bounce and fuck himself with no regard for his own safety. He leaned back and
held himself up by placing his hands on the judge's thighs and continued to take extra long strokes allowing the
audience to see the entire length of his impaling meat pole as it slid in and out of his stretched young sphincter. As I watched the show I marveled at the boy's resiliency. I have ridden him seven times and he is tight and
solid, a good and responsive fuck. Emilio's cock had gone soft and it swung about in the cutest way as he rode the
judge for everything he nude girlies nymphets could get out of him. Eventually the judge began to show signs of impending orgasm. He began
to fuck up into the boy as he became very verbal. I sort of wished I could speak Italian so that I could understand their
love talk but then I thought that was just for their ears only. Emilio's cock had filled out once more and he was stroking himself in time with his thrusts on the judge. At last
the judge gave a mighty lurch and cum could be seen squirting around the entry point between the two lovers as the boy
made his down stroke. Emilio never broke stride, he kept on bouncing and stroking himself as the judge banged his fists
against the wooden floor beneath him. Emilio said something and the judge raised his head and held his mouth open. Emilio raised up nymphet camel toes and lunged for
the judge's face and buried his cock deep in the old man's mouth. The judge wrapped his hands about the boy's butt
and helped him as he got his face fucked by the sexy lad that had given all of us such a great show. We quickly learned
that the pair was not through yet. nymphets top list Agile, as only a small youngster can be, Emilio swung his left let over the judges head and spun his body
around. He moved his right leg to the other side and took a kneeling position over the judge without ever dislodging his
cock from the man's hungry mouth. Emilio dropped down and took the softened member of the old man in his mouth
and began a hard face fuck of the his provider and lover. The judge had his fingers working the boy's butt hole as he took the boy's full length back and forth in his cum
receptacle. Emilio stiffened in the obvious ending of another orgasm. He slow fucked his cock in and out before
collapsing on the abundant body beneath him and the two suckled each other as an awed crowd of dirty fags and
fagettes in training flogged themselves to one more orgasm. The smell of man and boy sweat and several hundred loads
of man juice filled the still air with a fragrance that no entrepreneur has ever been able to put in a bottle. An enterprising
person could get rich if he could bottle the smell of cum in a perfume and cum itself so that it would keep its fresh taste
and smell. It was still early but we thought the show was over for the night until two stools were placed on the stage and
the lights came on. After what we had just seen I didn't believe that there was much more ardor to be stimulated.
Almost anything would be anticlimactic at this point. There was a lull in proceedings and people began to mummer as
time dragged on. I heard someone yell that "he was coming" and all eyes turned to see Emilio run back to the fireside
and come over to set with Steven and me. Steven would not relinquish his seat so Emilio moved in between Theo and
me and kissed Theo for moving over for him. He then bent over and sucked my cock then kissed the head and asked if I
liked his show. I pulled him close and hugged him. He wanted to go to my bed afterwards but I told him that he would
have to fight Steven for that right because this was his night.
Two of the most beautiful identical twins on the planet took to the stage. They were each wearing very skimpy
purple bikini briefs as they walked about to show their perfect sixteen year old beauty to the connoisseurs of fine boi
flesh gathered about the stage. Larry and Garry Clay are long horns from the South Texas coast. They live with their
biological father and his legal husband, married in Mass., and his fifteen year old adonis son. The Clay brothers are almost seventeen years old. The new highschool seniors stand five foot ten and weigh one
hundred and forty pounds, each. They are identical in almost every way, Larry has Peyrone's disease. He broke his dick
in his exuberance to fuck his virgin step brother, Mark. Larry and Garry have jet black hair and their legs and thighs are
now covered in a sparse but noticeable coat. They trim their thick crowns but after more than two weeks in a tent they
were beginning to look a bit shaggy. Neither boy is cut and they are proud of their identical eight and a half inch long,
very thick cocks. They measure each other almost daily to be sure that the other doesn't gain a fraction of an inch on
him. I kind of wonder what they would do if one of them grew and the other didn't. I had never fucked such identical twins so I made a pig of myself as I let them ride me twice when they came for
their pins. Larry has the most pronounced case of broke dick that I have ever had up in me and I have to tell you that it
is weird, in a good way. I felt like I was being fucked from around the corner so I had to have him twice, of course fair
is fair so I had to let Gary ride twice also. The boys know how to fuck and they were fun to be with. I had to send Cory
to meat them, he got excited when I told him what it was like to take it from a side ways facing dick. In reality the
rectum will adapt and it is not as I make it sound. I could feel the different angle but it was a good feeling and one that I
will enjoy doing again sometime. After the twins made their circuit a few times their fifteen year old step-brother took the stage with them. Now,
can you say, "HUNK?" Six feet of fifteen year old nymphets srx boy flesh stacked to one hundred and forty eight pounds of solid
muscle and crowned with deep auburn hair. He too was wearing the tightish purple briefs with a grapefruit sized bulge
in the meaty basket area. The twins took seats on the two bar stools and Mark stepped in between them. He deep kissed one and then the
other as they ran their hands over the soft, smooth flesh of his perfectly shaped back. Clearly none of the trio was yet
erect as they tantalized their audience with the best floor show of the trip. I had to turn to Emilio and give him a kiss.
He dropped to his knees before me and sucked my dick only to have Steven push him away. I was in the middle of
something that might be fun but I don't want anybody to get hurt. The three boys started their routine that was guaranteed to make a dead blind man sit up and watch. Mark stood
between the twins as he turned and deep kissed one while reaching behind himself to grope the soft package of the
other. He then turned and reversed the same treatment with the other twin. He made love to the twins who sat passively
as Mark kissed their necks and shoulders and fondled their sweet meat slowly and sensuously. Mark began to fill and
stretch his tight briefs as his kisses begat kisses. As he kissed one twin the other began to kiss at the back of his neck
and to grope at the massive man meat on the cherub faced youngster. Both twins were now erect and the inter-play between the brothers grew hotter and hotter as the kisses got
deeper and the groping was done with the small nymphets nude
hand inside the briefs. All three boys were involved in an interpersonal
relationship that made the viewers personal response stiffen and drip by the buckets full. The ground beneath our feet
was becoming a cum soaked muddy field. I figured that any crop grown here for the next few decades would have to be
abundant and very sweet to eat. I was ready to start planting a garden as my plow was stiff and honed for action. The moaning of the audience was almost comical to listen too as the threesome moved their faces together for a
three way tongue war. Mark had his arms around both boys as they wrapped their near arm around him and slobbered
over each other's face while at the same time building a serious looking tent pole in their stretched out briefs. Mark
dropped to his knees and slowly exposed Gary's cock. I could see the straight as an arrow spike disappear into Mark's
mouth as he slowly slipped Gary's briefs to hook under the boy's massive balls. At the same time Gary and Larry were
leaning over Mark as they locked their tongues in open combat to the delight of the viewers. Gary reached across and fondled his twin's still covered cock as the battle raged the without disturbing the hot
twins Mark turned and slowly unveiled Larry's bent dick and swallowed all eight inches to the boy's hair line. With his
nose pressed deep in his brother's bush he pulled the purple garment down to show us a smooth, unblemished boi butt
that begged to be man handled. With the cock of one twin in hand and the cock of the other in his mouth Mark began to play back and forth
between the youngsters as they latched their lips together and slowly rubbed each other's shoulders. nymphet nude cute little Once the twins
were naked russian nymphet incest and on full display Mark stood up and held their sweet meat in his tight grip and began to deep kiss one and
then the other. By now most of the voyeuristic viewers were cumming with their third climax in a little more than an
hour. nymphet erotic art
Little Gus was on his ninth of tenth boi cum. I motioned for him to come to me so that I could inspect his cock.
As I expected he was raw and he was going to hurt later on. Someone passed a jar of our soothing balm across and I
took a small amount and worked it into the boy's angry looking needle dick. I was rewarded with a heart felt kiss from
the tiny fagette as free nymphets models
he hung from my neck with this tiny arms locked behind me. I gave him his first finger from anyone
other than Eric and maybe Curtis. His tiny butt was slick but my finger came out clean and smelling of sweet boi butt. I
wondered what the little homo was putting up in it. The twins were on their knees as they slowly removed Mark's briefs. The boys played to their audience as they
slowly turned to the four sides of the stage so that the men and boys gathered around would each get a nice view of
what Mark had to offer. nymphets pissing youth
Our time together was moving into the third week and everyone had seen everyone but somehow seeing these
three in this setting was so very sensual. I don't believe that I had actually seen Mark erect. He had not come for a pin
but I had been told that he wanted one badly and he would be stopping to see me as soon as he could. As the trio slowly
rotated so that Mark came into full view my jaw dropped. I had heard that he was in great demand and had made
enough money for ten years of Harvard, now I could see why. The boi pole pointing from that lad's center was as thick
as Jeff Farley's and as long as Kyle Simpson's. A good twelve inches of uncut cock just over six inches around was now pointing directly at my face. The eight
feet between my seat and his meat seemed to disappear as I let my vision zoom in nymphets bbs porn on his beauty. I swear that I got so
close that I could smell his sweet teenage musk but I had not moved my ass from the grass beneath it. The three young
brothers were showmen and they loved putting on their show. The twins dropped to their knees and began a tongue battle over the length of their brother's power pole. Flash
bulbs went off and I looked around. Several of the men had sent their boys to retrieve their cameras to preserve the
moment as I wished that I had taken steps to preserve the entire evening. The twins took turns deep throating the mighty morsel as the other sucked Mark's nipples. Mark was groaning
in sheer ecstasy. I realized what a showman the boy was as he looked me in the eye and with a smile on his face he let
out a long sexual moan that made men about the area moan in response. Gary sat back down on a stool and Larry bent over in an exaggerated fashion to suck his twin's beauty. Mark
moved behind the bent over body and slowly slid his cock all of the way in his older brother's hot rectum. Fast and hard
butt pounding lasted for about four or five minutes before Mark withdrew his cock. Larry turned around and removed
the condom from his brother as Gary slipped a fresh one on him. Larry took his seat on the stool as Gary gave and got as had just been done by his twin. It was obvious that the
boys were enjoying themselves while at the same time they were stretching themselves for the sake of the show they
had put together. Gary stood up and took his twin's cock in hand as Mark pounded his tight ass without mercy. Every
dick swinger there was rubbing his ass against his seat as he felt the passion the boys were sharing. I was amazed at
how erect the trio had been, even when taking the ram rod up their muscled butts. Never a drop in their rigidity since
they had first worked each other to erection. I marveled at the self discipline that it took to work as they did. I thought
of young Sid from my book store and his ability to command his cock at will. I felt myself about to cum but was horrified to see that Gus had slipped in and pushed Emilio away. Eric grinned
at me as he watched his tiny brother do what he had wanted to do for several weeks. I was prison bound, just as soon as
I fill the boy with more cum than he could possibly be ready for. A two foot square cushion appeared on stage and Larry sat down on it. He took Mark's meat deep in his throat
as Gary knelt beside him and swallowed all of his cock. Without another condom being used Mark stood straddle of his
older sibling and slowly impaled himself on his bent man pole. For the first time since the boys began Mark's cock fell
to half mast. He fucked his brothers and neither of them lost any of their stiffness but his cock wilted, but only for the
moment. Once impaled he began, he leaned back to brace himself and placed his sweet looking feet on Larry's thighs
for the leverage to bounce as he fucked himself. Gary moved in front of him and shoved his cock down Mark's throat
and began to fuck his brother's face. I had a great vantage point as I watched the dimpled ass work back and forth nymphets childs sex
Mark bounced up and down and his now re-stiffened cock swung about like a bobble headed doll. Hmmm, would a
bobble headed cock sell well? I will have to think about that one. All three boys had an orgasm bbs acrobatic nymphets within milliseconds of each other. There was no faking that shot as Mark's cum
shot across the stage almost reaching the edge some three feet in front of him. Larry's cum was running down his balls
as Mark continued to fuck himself and when they pulled apart Gary's cum was hanging off of the end of Mark's chin.
The three boys quickly kissed and licked up the spilt boi milk before Larry lay flat on the floor. Mark moved over him
as they began a sixty nine. Gary moved in and shoved his still hard cock into the cum slickened hole that had been
occupied by his twin only moments before. Gary power fucked Mark who had his hands around Larry's ass and had lifted the boy from the floor while at
the same time face fucking him full length with his long middle leg. That cock was almost big enough that it needed a
shoe on it. Gary had a strong orgasm and fell to the floor. Larry rolled over and began to suck his twin's cock as Mark
moved behind him and power fucked him. Spent at last the three boys rolled to their backs and lay side by side. Mark had each hand full of teen meat as the
twins had his cock or balls in their hands. The boys invited the voyeurs to cum and leave a deposit on their smooth
bodies as they lay together slowly jacking each other off. The trio was hidden from view as every cum factory in the
county shot a load onto their smooth white nymphet little tgp skin I counted no less than twenty of the my tribal brothers and six of their
fathers amongst those leaving their deposit. russian virgins nymphets Finished at last and awash in hundreds of loads of cock snot the trio left the stage to go down to the river to
wash off. I had thought several times that the fish would get pregnant from the amount of cum that all of us were
washing off in the river. If that were to ever happen this would do it. I will check each time I come back to see if there
any reports of mermaids or mermen in the river. Ever watchful Jimmy had seized the opportunity. He took the stage and made his announcement, "We will have
the finished program ready to be e-mailed to you in the morning. The cost will be forty nine ninety five for either
program or ninety nine fifty for both. The money will go into a college fund for each boy, equally, no matter which
video you buy. Both movies will be available on a single DVD at a cost of one hundred and fifteen dollars. See me or
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photographers to place an order." That was the first time that I had seen Christopher, Jan, or Art, they each
had their cameras in hand and smiles on their impish little faces.
The month was waning away. I had been with so many boys, each seeking a golden pole pin that I had lost
count. I was offered hideous bribes from some of the special guests to remind them of what I had given them in my
youth. I am not a prostitute, I had taken money from many of these men in my youth, at the time I never thought of it as a payment for services rendered. I let the men know that the visiting boys had priority
but I still managed to get with all of my old friends that asked me. Andy took off one morning before the sun was up. He sent for me to come to his tent at lunch time. Athos had
slipped into the country via a hop on an FI plane. The INS will have a field day with Andy and me if we are not careful.
Just a quick look around at this assemblage would scare a man to death. We had about thirty men and boys without
passports or visas sharing our vacation with us. Athos is an old boy lover from deep in my past and I was glad to have him join us. The man has aged a little
worse than some of the others present. His dunlop gave a nice rain roof over his pecker but he still walked proud as he
joined us for lunch. He was instantly recognized by our European guests and true to his nature he had to play it up.
"Well mates, the word we got was true. The lot of you are here illegally and will now have permanent restrictions on
future travel out of your countries." A European statesman of high rank was the first to throw a handful of beans at the old cop. Athos ducked and
covered as he was heckled by all of his mates from both sides of the big pond.
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I was spreading myself thin as I tried to spend time with Daylight and Rodney each day. I was slowly beginning
to believe that marriage to the young lady could be a good thing. I had to explain to a sad Rodney that he could not
leave his mother to live with me for three years and two months. I wanted him to be at least thirteen before he moved in
with the family. The boy is fresh and innocent and I enjoyed our horseback rides through the mountains together. We
even slipped off to do some fishing. Sometimes we took Cory, Steven, and Mike with us. All of us quickly bonded as a
blood related family. Cory and Mike had been teaching several of the boys the Cherokee language, or Tsalagi. The five of us decided
that when we were alone we would not speak English as we learned more of our heritage. Tsalagi is a fairly easy
language to learn. Being immersed in it as we were helped to learn it quickly. Steven had no background in the
language but he had it mastered long before this old man had a clue.
I held back on any commitment to Daylight as I waited for one event to take place. A big pow wow -not a
Tsalagi tradition but I use that name so that you can understand better what I mean- was called for the weekend of the
twenty first of July. A lot of my quests had departed for home and only my family and a few very close friends
remained. The occasion had been kept quiet. There was no need to draw too much attention to the events of the week
end from those outside of the Cherokee Nation. With hundreds of naked illegal alien pedophiles running about I damn
sure don't want any outsiders prowling about. Many tribesmen, leaders from the Carolinas to California, came to see Cory installed as the blood heir of Chief
Steve "Flies Over Fox, Under Eagle" Conway. Cory was granted all rights and benefits of a chief of the nations. Each
tribe within the nation has their own elected chief and they have their Bloodline Chiefs. Cory was now a part of the later
group, a Bloodline Chief. The ensuing party lasted until late Saturday night. Visitors from other nations departed to
their homes Sunday morning. But not until Cory dragged Daylight and I before the assemblage to announce our
upcoming wedding the following weekend.
Well, here I am. A married man. Yeah, and to a member of the dickless set. I must be out of my mind. Daylight
and I were married in the same little grotto where Cory and Sarah had joined together. I now have a wife and a step-son
to provide for. I hope that I don't end up having to choose between my wife and my family. I don't want to have to hurt
her. She knows who I am, she came to me with full knowledge of who I am. The only person to have any difficulty is
young Rodney. I remind him constantly that he is the black fox and he has a function within the tribe and my family. I
have promised him to let him come out for brief visits, but only very brief. I promised him and his mother that I would
fly back with Cory for a visit once a month, when possible. Cory took the role of father of the groom and led our marriage cart to our honeymoon retreat. I found great love
with Daylight but let's face it, I'm a cock sucker. I had told Cory to come get us early the next morning. He did me one
better. I would not have done things his way but I guess it was all preplanned. Cory showed up Saturday morning with
Sarah, Rodney, and baby Chrissy. It was made clear to me that nymphets sweet free
Rodney understood the ways of the men and that he wanted to learn. I put my foot
down on him being involved but I agreed that he could watch and learn. He didn't need to learn too much, he had
sucked quite a bit of young cock for more than a year. Cory and I spent time in the cabin on the hillside. Daylight did not want to go inside. She considers the site very
sacred, now that she knows of its existence. I spent short interludes with her throughout the day and evening but Cory
chased me into the lake and threw a bar of soap at me after each time. I returned the sentiment to him when he and
Sarah got frisky. Rodney had the time of his life as his young education took on a much wider perspective than he knew
before. Early Sunday morning we rejoined the house of happy fairies. The entire day was spent policing the grounds
and into the nearby woods for anything left behind. A nice side effect of hosting a month long nudist camp out was that
no one left any clothing behind. We found single sandals and some sunglasses. One digital camera was found. Jimmy
went through the pictures and determined that it may belong to a Belgium boy that was with a Judge from the Hague.
He e-mailed the lad who confirmed ownership. Jimmy sent him the pictures by e-mail attachment but the camera would
have to go by snail mail. That was fine, the pictures were what was important to the boy. I remembered him, he had
received a pin.
No one wanted our vacation lesbian nymphet to end. We had enjoyed life in a way that we had never expected. Andy and I had
one more treat for the boys before we headed west. I pulled the drivers aside and showed them the maps, I had already
set the GS data into each vehicle's computer but I know that I feel better knowing where I am and where I am going. After a quick lunch with the relations we nymphet lesbian stories loaded op the Traveler trio and headed out. For the most part the boys
are just riding, when someone does figure that something is not as they expected then they will speak out. We had been
on the road for almost two hours when Jim looked at me. I eye balled to keep his mouth shut but nymphets undressing Shane had been
watching his computer. "My computer must be out of whack, it shows that we are a hundred miles kids index nymphets nude south of where we
should be. How do I reset it?" I told him that we were cutting south to pick up Interstate 40. I wanted to avoid the eighteen dollar per vehicle
toll road fee from Tulsa to Oklahoma City, that was partly true. Cory and Luke started giggling. I had to tell the boys to
just enjoy their vacation because it was going to end soon enough. At a little before three we pulled into Andy's little place on Lake Eufaula. Yeah, right. little. Andy has a nine
bedroom house set on top of a bluff that had a fifteen foot straight drop into the huge lake. Well, okay, I come from
Tucson, Az. Any body of water bigger than my swimming pool is huge to me. Andy had converted an old storage barn
into a bunk house that would easily bed eighty boys in double bunk beds. This was going to be fun, but at least the boys
would be up off of the ground after more than three weeks. They would also have a hot shower in the large communal
facilities. I am not so sure that Andy didn't have one of his Army buddies build the place, at least it looked like what the
movies show and Army barracks to look like. It had a very similar appearance to our quarters at Base B in October of
2005. The only difference that I could see was the two high bunk beds. Andy told the boys to get themselves comfortable while we got lunch ready. Naked boys were already stumbling
over each other as they headed for the shower. I pulled the married couples and the drivers aside, Andy offered them
bedrooms in the main house. As I expected, Brad and Jay wanted to sleep in the barracks, they like being with the
family and they know that their time in the house will be over when we get back to Tuscon. Cory wanted to stay with
Shane, he gave me a knowing wink, the silly faggot. I whispered to Christopher to get his ass up to the house and keep Timmy happy for a few more days, The age of
consent in Oklahoma is sixteen so I told him to go fuck the shit out of his man. I got the biggest kiss of the day from
him as he rubbed his stiffness against my leg. It is going to be rough on those two when we get home. New York's legal
age is seventeen so Christopher horny nymphet pics and Timmy were safe there, now in Oklahoma . . . I don't know what will happen when
we get back to the backward desert land with a library of antiquated laws put on the books by rich old women pushing
their own agenda. Arizona's key industry is tourism, snowbirds, they are called. People from the cold northern states go to Arizona
for the winter. Most of them are financially quite well off or they couldn't afford to make the trip and also maintain two
households for the three or four months that they stay each year, usually November through February. The problem for
Arizona is that these people buy property in Arizona which qualifies them to vote. They are in the state at the time of
the major elections and they have a right to vote. The problem is their large numbers. They have lots of money to buy and influence politicians that will get their
idea of what laws should be on the books then they go back to their home states, leaving the people that live in Arizona
full time to suffer some very archaic legislation. Some of their idea would have made Queen Victoria proud of them, in
fact I am not so sure that many of the laws passed weren't taken directly from her law library. Andy walked me about his property as he told me that the water at the foot of the cliff was over sixty feet deep.
I shuddered as I thought about the boys jumping and diving into the brown, muddy waters below. He told me that the
house had belonged to his grandparents, the multi-billionaire oil baron from Tulsa. At their death they had left
everything to Andy, including the forty nine room house in Tulsa. The lake was huge, it was over three miles across to the other side at the site of the house but Andy told me that
the lake stretched over a thirty mile length of the ukrainian nymphets porn free Canadian River that flowed from the New Mexico Rockies. It is fed
from many small streams that drained farm lands across the Texas panhandle as well western Oklahoma. Western
Oklahoma is well known for its deep red dirt and looking at the lake I could believe it. Half of the state's soil had to be
suspended in the muddy looking waters in front of me. Andy put his hand on my shoulder and told me to lighten up. He told me that his house is located at the upper
end of the lake that covered over 120,000 acres. He said that the river brings in silt washed off of the farm lands and
dumps it along the area near his land. He told me that the lake spans more than thirty miles through the valley and that
most of the lake is clear and blue. He told me that the silt was building up from the water suddenly slowing down after
its long run down from the mountains, this sudden slow down causes the water to drop its muddy load and the waters
near his house to be cloudy after a heavy rainy season. I will take his word for nymphets org site
it. Inside the little cabin by the lake, as Andy calls it, was most impressive. The house was built by money to show
money. A cathedral ceiling of burnt oak towered over head. The north facing wall was made up of fourteen foot high
French doors that opened onto a small grass green belt about ten feet wide. Along the edge was an ornate iron railing
then it was straight down, fifteen feet, to the water below. Andy showed me that the railing could be lifted out of the
ground so that the boys could dive to their hearts content. I begged him not to show them that but Sandy was behind me
with a kewl. He wanted to know if we had any way to clean Tim's . . . what would you call them? . . . stump socks.
Andy showed him where the beach nymphet pic
washer was. At least after almost a month nude we had very little laundry to do for the lot
of us. Andy led me to the end of the green belt and to the head of a long stair case built close to the cliff face. There
were wooden decks outside of the kitchen and outside of the bedrooms. Each deck had stairs leading to the deck at the
top of the steps leading downward. Downward Andy led me down the stair case and I must admit that it was somehow
intimidating. The steps were anchored back into the face of the solid granite cliff with no other support. The hand rail
was simply welded to the steps and there was nothing underneath except water. The steps ended at a floating boat pier
where Andy had eight ski boats tied off. He had a large cabin cruiser of about fifty feet that he told me that some of the
older boys might want to take out to sleep on the water in one of the two large bedrooms. He told me that the sofas in
the communal area could also sleep four and the fully equipped galley could be used to prepare a full dinner for eight
with no problem. He unlocked his boat house to show me forty Kawasaki, Sea-Doo, and Yamaha jet skis. That was going to be
fun. He wanted the boys to get well rested tiny nymphet photos and fed then tomorrow we would terrorize the county. He suggested that
maybe Edmund would like to take the large cruiser out, it had fifty one gallon cans of gasoline in racks along the rear
deck for the jet skis. He blushed as he told me that state law required everyone on the jet skis to wear a life belt but
there was no requirement for pants. I suggested that he not tell the boys that joke. East of the boat dock was a nice sandy beach that began about fifteen feet wide and opened up at the end of the
cliff to a good fifty foot play area. He told me that the natural slope of the hillside gave a safe swim area that slowly
dropped off to deep water about twenty five feet out. He pointed to the end of the beach area to a spot that was out of
sight from our vantage and told me that there was a concrete boat ramp and another floating dock where a boat could be
pulled in to pick up Tim. That made me feel especially warm inside as I realized that my friend had thought of all of my
kids and had made provisions for their fun and enjoyment. Andy is very special people to me. The boys were like ants as they prowled the grounds. Their little eyes were as large as saucers as they came to
tell me that there were eight boats at the docks below and they wanted to know if they could go ski awhile. Andy had
four young men cooking hamburgers and hot dogs on an open fire. A table was laid out with baked beans, potato salad,
chips, all of the fixings for an old fashioned cook out. Andy told them, as they stuffed their faces with food, that we
would all rest and go to bed early then get up and go out teen anal nymphet
on the water the next nymphet porn pics morning. He asked how many of the boys were fishermen. Most of the raised their hands. I never knew that, there is no
place to fish within sixty miles of Tucson, unless you consider the two city parks that are stocked with eight inch
minnows every few months. Andy told the boys that Lake Eufaula was a fisherman's paradise and was full of trophy
sized white and black Crappie, black bass, blue catfish, large and small mouth bass. He told us that there is a fourteen
inch minimum size restriction on fish so no one would be bringing home a runt. In my youth I fished for small mouth
bass and I consider them to be about the best game fish ever. They really put up a good fight, which is what I fish for to
begin with. I am a catch and release type of fisherman although I do like to eat a good sized bass fried in cornmeal and
butter. Andy told the boys that there was over six hundred miles of shoreline on this lake and those that wanted to
should plan to get up before sunrise and head up into the small coves where the fish would be feeding in the early
morning hours. We had no problem with the boys heading off to bed about sundown. Of course they were looking
forward to sleeping in a real bed again and one large enough for two to boot. Five o'clock in the morning found the boys digging into large pans of hot sausage gravy which most of them
poured over two art nymphets nude pics inch buttermilk biscuits that were so light that they seemed to melt in mid-air. There were piles of
pancakes that got covered in gravy and some of the boys helped themselves to scrambled eggs. It took fifteen gallons of
milk to get through the morning meal and two thirty cup coffee pots were drained before Andy revealed the existence of
the jet skis. Each jet ski had a place for a small tackle box and a slot for a fishing rod. Andy had a large selection of open
faced spinning rods, most of them equipped with Garcia reels. He suggested that at least four jet skis accompany one
ski boat and more or less stay together, at least within ear shot of each other. Each ski boat had a CB radio on it as well
as a satellite phone link, but the stout antenna on those had to be aimed. We could stay in touch by CB much easier. The
boys had all donned board shorts for fishing in, nymphettes kids hardcore
I made them take a tee shirt with them. The morning air was cool as it
rose off of the lake then the sun would be reflecting back off of the water as the day wore on. I wasn't looking for any
serious sunburns. Tim and Sandy took a ski boat with Theo, Curtis, Ricky, Eric, Gus and me on jet skis. Andy had told me about
his favorite fishing cove on the other side of the lake, just below the muddy water. He told us that the fish don't like the
silty waters so we should try to get back where the water is still and clear. By nine o'clock we had nine good sized
crappie and two small mouth bass. Andy told the boys that if they caught them they had to clean them. It was fun
watching the boys scrape the scales from the fish then cut into their bellies to scoop out the guts. We tossed the heads
and guts back into deeper water to feed the other fish before we headed in. I asked Tim to let me ride in the boat and I
let him take my jet ski. Gus gave up his jet ski to Sandy as we headed back to the house. There is nothing that Tim is
afraid off, he made the jet ski part of him as he flashed across the water's surface. He was having the most fun of his
young life, as I think all of the boys were. Finally our vacation was really over. School would be starting for all of the boys in just a few more weeks and
we needed the time to get ourselves organized. Just try to outfit sixty two kids with clothes and books in two or three
weeks. I didn't want to do it but I had to split the family up. I considered taking the lot to Tucson nymphettes photos for two weeks but that
would require another cross country trip for me. I was pondering the logistics of getting everyone off on their direction
but found myself short of drivers. Gerald came to me with the solution. He wanted to see too Hillary's estate. There was a lot of expensive antique furniture sitting in storage in the
garage. He wanted to dispose ukraine nymphets beach nudes of it. We discussed it, he did not want a quick sale. I suggested that he have a shipper
deliver it to Tucson, that got me a hug and a kiss. He would find a dealer or an auctioneer in Tucson to handle the sale.
That way he could still be home in time for the start of the semester. All of the college boys had lost a semester the
previous year while we were in Europe, not this year, they were going to be in class on the first day. Some simple swap outs and we were set. Luke and Gerald would drive Traveler to New York. Timmy would go
with them. He had to take care of some company business in a New Jersey office. With three drivers they will be okay. I
asked Luke and Ger for a special favor. I asked them if they would babysit Christopher and bring him home on the
airplane with them the week before school. I do love Timmy and I didn't want him to be the only one alone. However it
was very hard for me to breathe when he and Christopher nearly squeezed me to death and kept their lips sealed to
mine. I know I didn't have to do it but I reminded Christopher to watch out for Timmy's safety at all times. Christopher
will stop a bullet before he will let Timmy be hurt and I know it works the same way with Timmy. I shifted Al and Greg to Traveler. I moved Frank and Jace to the bus. I offered them Traveler Too but they
thought the bus would be more fun. Dallas and Zane had to move to Traveler. Tim and Jerry would help Cory and Cas
drive Traveler Too. I had to keep Pete and Harry on Travel All. The bus is harder to drive and thirty nine rowdy boys can tax a driver
quickly. Those two men have the maturity to handle the chaos. Twenty sweet people left first in Traveler. Edmund and Mitch would have fourteen boys to feed and look after.
Isaac is the only one of that group that we really know much about but all of them now have a golden pole pin. I guess
that means I have certain knowledge of them, albeit carnal. I will have to fly over for a day or two and help all of them
get set with school or jobs. There will be no one sitting on his ass doing nothing. I am trying to raise men. I don't worry
about them more than twenty four hours a day then I start over. Mommie and Eddy will have eight boys in my old family house. We all miss Pete living with us. He is a
wonderful young man. I am just sorry that I can not be two people. Cory means so much to me but Pete will always be
near to my heart. I will be back at my mountainside home with forty six boys. Ahhhh, a normal household. I drove Traveler Too out behind Timmy as he drove Traveler, Travel All followed after with Harry at the wheel.
We had the horns blaring and the tears flowing. All of the kids had bonded and they did not want to be separated from
their new friends. I have let my life get out of hand.
Well, you have told me that you appreciate knowing how everyone relates so here is the chronology of Daylight and Rodney.
Chief Steve's Father
Chief Steve
Steve's Son
-- - >
Christopher Cory
Steve's Daughter
Common Ancestor
> |
- >
Cory Stevens
Great Great Grand Father
Christopher Stevens
Chris' Grand Father Theron
Chris' Mother
Steven's GrandFather Lester
Steven's Mother
Chris Mike'sGrand Mother
different husband
Mike's Grand Mother
Mike's Mother
Yep, you saw it here first. Daylight and I have a son named Cory Stevens born on April first 2007.
Editors note: My apologies to my Tsalagi brothers. These are names that I remember from my childhood. I may spell them wrong or have the grammar usage wrong. Childhood memories get that way. My grandmother used to call me Shoemowetochawcawewahcatowe. She passed away when I was fourteen. My childhood bed room was covered in wolf figurines and pictures. I was so proud of and I still have the plaster of paris wolf's head that I earned in cub scouts. That meant more to me than all of the other levels or the numerous merit badges I earned. Yes, even as a fag I achieved Life Scout, I got my Eagle when I was sixteen.
Grandmother always told me that I was Waya ulanigida, or a strong wolf. My grandmother is in fact full blood Tsalagi. My grandfather is full blood Anitsata, or Choctaw. Our family is listed on the emigration rolls before the tribes moved into Arkansas then later on the Dawes rolls.
"A very disturbing message opens the latest addition to the story What A Gas. As you remember the boys from Traveler Chapters 69-72 visited with Mitch Gordon and the kids of his household over the Christmas holidays of 2005. This past winter Tim told his readers that he was going to move to Canada to get married but his opening note for chapter thirty tells us that everything went wrong. The most frightening part is that the top sites nymphet U.S. Customs confiscated his computer. He has had to tame down his stories to stay out of harms way. Is our country now beginning to censor what we can write? Are we going to have to curtail our
story telling and write more poetry?? This reeks of the type of laws that I talk about in Traveler Chapter 101. It seems that nobody likes a cock sucker but I would venture to guess that the percentage of men in the world that have sucked a cock at one time or another in their lives is much much larger than anyone would believe.(high 90s maybe?) I don't like the sound of this but I would encourage you to
write to Tim and show him your support. timthestoryguyyahoo.com If you haven't read his story please do so, it is a great
read. If you would please, write to me and

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