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Subject: Will you love me part 2 Dear Reader. The following story contains strong language and explicit scenes of gay sex between boys under the age of 18 and with adult men. If you are offended by this kind of material then please leave this page NOW. Please donate to if you are able to do so and help keep this facility available for all to enjoy. Thank you. Please email your comments to [email protected] the same day – the boy I woke up early the following day. It was best to get shit done before the step-fucker and his friends got up. The other boys in the RV were sleeping off the drugs, alcohol, and sex from yesterday. The whole RV smelled like jizz. It was a beautiful morning with the sun just coming up. My fly rod and tackle pack were by the door. I hoped for fish for dinner. That would keep everyone happy. The big RV that came in yesterday was quiet. There was a single chair set out front. I wondered what it looked like inside. I wondered who could afford it. Walking around the other side of the RV, I found a fishing cleaning station set up. Points for these people. My morning wood was demanding attention. This looked like as good a spot as any. I carefully set my fly rod and tackle down. Next, my shorts dropped to my feet. My other, favorite, rod sprung up to hit my stomach. I wasn’t huge. Some of the younger guys were bigger, but I could produce a massive load and cum many times in a session. Right now, I just needed to release the back pressure. I ran a hand through my sparse, bright red pubes, down to my hangers. I like to tug on them while I jerk. My other hand wrapped around my five-inch dick. Like I said, not big put powerful. I started slow, using a bit of spit and precum to lube up. It felt good but I needed more. Reaching into my tackle bag, I found my special tool. It was a small butt plug I had stolen from one of the “dads.” I hopped he thought he had lost it up the ass of one of the younger boys. I put the plug in my mouth to wet it. I’m not sure I had washed it after the last time I used it. Oh well, not my first time tasting ass. I stopped jerking, bent my knees, and found my pucker. The plug slipped right in. After some adjustment, it hit my favorite spot up there. I got back to serious jerking. I even got the fapping sound going. I noticed that a small ant hill was below me. Great, I had some protein for the nest. It only took a few minutes for my balls to start tingling. I didn’t have a big dick. My Giresun Escort balls made up for it. I felt my balls pull up tight. The most I ever delivered was about half an ounce. If you don’t think that’s a lot, measure your own shot. And there it was. The release I needed. Rope after rope shot out. The farthest went nearly three feet. At least I thought so. My ass clamped down on the plug. I thought that made it better. As I came down I squatted down on my heels. The plug slipped out. I cleaned my dick head off with my finger. I liked sucking on that finger. Well, I liked sucking. I put away my little rod and the plug, picked up the big rod, and headed to the lake. A couple of hours later, I headed back to camp. I figured I’d cut around the giant, fucking motorhome. As I walked around the front of the RV, I spotted an older guy sitting in the chair. He looked like he has just got out of bed. He wasn’t bad looking. He needed a shave, and from here, I detected the lovely scent of Eau De cum. We kind of had a stare down. I won but only because he looked me over from my feet to my face. He did pause at my crotch. “Nice catch,” he said. I lifted the stringer, giving him a view of one lightly-haired armpit. I wanted him to know I was older than 12. I saw a little movement in his shorts as he stood up. I smiled as I said, “Yup, been fishing since before dawn. The step-fucker and his buddies are sleeping it off. The other boys are cleaning up for another day.” “Step-fucker?” I blushed. I’m pretty good at it. It was helpful when I was younger. “Yeah, it’s what I call him. I get my red hair from my mom. I don’t have any of his DNA in my blood.” I saw the hesitation on his face. He wanted to ask what that meant. He chickened out. “Can I help you clean your catch? I planned to do a little fishing myself, so I set a station up on the other side of the rig. You can also rinse yourself off.” I looked down and noticed the mud on my shoes and legs. “That would be great.” I smiled again, and showed my perfect teeth. He stood up and put a hand on the my shoulder. It felt warm and friendly. Not the usual rough stuff I got. “Follow me,” he said. We made quick work of cleaning the fish. He knew what he was doing. “How about we rinse off your shoes. Then, we can go in and clean ourselves up inside.” I looked up at him. I saw a kind face with just a little bit of lust in it. “Deal. I want to see your rig anyway.” I Giresun Escort Bayan said it with my best smile smile and saw a twitch in his shorts. I rinsed off my shoes and legs while he cleaned up the cleaning station. At one point, I leaned over with my back towards him. I made sure my shorts pulled deep into ass crack. “Finished,” I said. I turned off the outdoor shower and turned around. He was holding a towel in front of his cock. I had made sure to soak my shorts enough so that he could see the outline of my cock and balls. I’m sure he realised I wasn’t a hairless boy. “Come on, squirt,” he said, “let’s go clean up. I’ll also so show you my rig.” At the door, we kicked off our shoes. He opened the screen door and stood back. I’m sure he wanted to see me walk up the stairs. I missed the second step and fell back. The guy reached up and caught me before I fell. He had one hand on my back and the other on my ass. I took advantage of him by pushing my ass in to his hand. I felt a finger brush my pucker. I turned my head around and said, “thanks!” We made it safely inside. I was in awe as I looked around the motorhome. “God damn, this is fucking amazing.” I turned towards him to add, “Nice cock pit.” I said it as sexy as I could. He responded with a shrug. I saw his dick bounce. I’m sure he saw me looking. “I need to take a piss,” I said, “can I use the head?” “Of course. The powder room is the first door on the right. I went down the center of the living room. I thought I would get whip lash, trying to take everything in. I walked with my best ass wiggle. I opened the powder room door and went in. I left the door open. I made sure to hit the side of the bowel so he could hear it when I pissed. This was a moment I had spent years waiting for. This man seemed kind but also wanted me physically. I did everything I could to encourage him. Well, I didn’t rip his pants down and blow him. I wanted to, but I wanted to get out of here more. I was fifteen years old. I had been a sex slave since I was five. My mom was a crack whore. I didn’t know my dad at all. I went to school long enough to learn to read and write. I wasn’t stupid. Libraries let me in. I read. I knew I would die if I stayed with the step fucker. He and his bunch liked boys that didn’t cum yet or just barely. A couple of guys my age disappeared a while back. I was afraid to ask what happened to them. I shook my dick off, stepped around the door Escort Giresun and said, “how do I flush this thing?” I gave him a view of my limp cock and low-hanging balls.. “Sorry,” I said as I stepped back. “Step on the peddle in front of the toilet.” I flushed the toilet and stepped out of the bathroom. I made sure he saw me pulling up my pants. I looked over my shoulder towards the bedroom. “Yup, nice rig you have,” I said. “So do you,” he said. I blushed again and headed on back. I realized that he had left a video of men fucking boys running on the tv, dirty mags out, and a crusty cum rag on the bed. I stood there watching black boys get fucked while flipping through a magazine of Asian boys getting fucked. I was holding my dick through my pants as he walked in, a look of panic on his face. “You like this stuff too?” I asked as he walked in. He sat on the bed and took the magazine out of my hand. He held it so I could see it as he flipped pages. His erection was obvious, as was mine. He looked up at my face. “I do. I’ve always loved boys. When I was little, a teen, even when married, I loved boys.” “Married?” He set the magazine down and turned off the TV. He took my hand and pulled me down to sit by him. I was looking at his face, waiting for an answer. “Yes, I was married. She died several years ago of cancer.” He reached out to take my other hand. My cock was totally defeated. I think his was too. “She also loved boys. We fostered many that we both played with. Many boys lost their straight virginity to her and their gay virginity to me. Some we had at the same time. We loved them all.” I was quiet as he sat holding my hand. My head was down. I was overcome with emotion and started to cry. Maybe he was what I had dreamed about. Was this my chance at freedom? At life? He pulled his hands free and reached around me in a tight hug. We sat like that for several minutes. I could hear his heart beating. It felt like comfort. I slowly ran one hand up his shorts and found his cock. It inflated very quickly as I played with it. I took a deep breath and said “Would you love me?” He gently pushed him back and tilted my head up. “What did you say?” He looked deep into my eyes. “Would you love me? The step-fucker and his friends have sucked, fingered, and fucked me since I was five. I’m 15 now. They don’t like me much anymore. They got younger boys now. Please love me.” This was my last chance. I could tell he wanted me physically. I wanted him too. But I wanted and needed more. This was my chance. I started to jerk him seriously. I reached into my shorts and started to jerk myself. “Would he love me?” was the question in my mind. What is next, dear reader? There is more to cum.
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