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## 8 Niall Part 2

Date: Thu, 26 Oct 2017 22:06:14 +1100
From: Taylor Foxx <taylor.foxx.author@gmail.com>
Subject: My Son's Friends (Niall Part 2) | Gay Incest

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Niall Part 2

Here's the thing about an orgy - they're never as organized as you want
them to be. At least, not for a control freak like me. You can take
precautions, give everyone a heads up about what you want to go down,
establish rules - but at the end of the day, one hard cock on its own is
hard to deny (ask any man who's ever had an erection.) Each cock you add
into that situation makes it exponentially harder to control the situation.

Now add in the fact that the boy at the center of this orgy was a pale,
trembling, adorable, red-headed virgin, and that his brother was asleep a
few feet away, and the fact that no one got killed is a miracle.

So keep that in mind. Because what I'll do now, is run you through the
greatest hits. Niall's greatest hits, though I'm not sure he would use
those words. But for me, these are the moments that stood out over the next
three hours - which is exactly how long it took for us to finish off this
night.

Youssef's Fetish

I gave Niall a little break to have a glass of water. I wasn't a total
monster, and I knew he'd be needing something to cleanse his pallette after
ingesting his first load with no warning(from a redneck stranger, of
course!).

But once he'd finished his cup of water, I let him know with my stern
"Daddy knows best" face that it was time to get back at it.

"Don't worry," I said, hearing his sniffles. "This one you're gonna like a
lot more. At least at first, I thought to myself.

I scanned the room, looking for the best place to take this next
step. That's when I noticed the open closet door, in which I saw a number
of big, fluffy stuffed animals. The kind rich little white boys like Niall
probably beg mommy and daddy to buy. Right in the center was a big, brown,
furry stuffed bear far too large for a boy like Niall to be able to hold.

Taking his hand, I led the sniffly and sleepy little boy over to his
closet. "Lay down, buddy. No more cum for a bit. Just lay down

Niall didn't hesitate for a moment. This is why I love virgins like Niall,
who don't even know what sex really is yet. There was no way he would have
laid down like that - flat on his tummy, pert little ass facing out into a
room full of jacking strange men - if he'd known what we were going to do
to that. But he had no idea, wouldn't be able to even fathom that each man
in the room planned to put his cock up his poop chute. As far as Niall
knew, his little sphincter was an "out-only" part of his biology. That
would change.

But first, preparation. I knew well enough that you coudln't just dive
right in cock-first to a new boy hole. Like boys themselves, virgin
buttholes needed to be seduced, wooed, or at least brought as close to
"hungry for cock" as they ever would get. Depended on the boy. But given
Niall's shy disposition, I knew I was gonna have to make that hole feel
GOOD.

In a second on I was on him, first covering his small, smooth body with my
big, hairy one. I growled into his ear, "Now, you just lay here for a
second. This is gonna feel funny...but it won't hurt. You're gonna love
it."

And then, slowly, I slid downward until I was face to face with Niall's
pert, snow-white cheeks. Just like the rest of him, this part of his body
bore a strong resemblance to his brother. Just smaller.

I heard the men, who were closing in behind us now, let out a group groan
as I placed my hands on those tiny cheeks and pulled them apart.

"Oh fuck, there it is," I heard someone moan. Elijah maybe.

"I could fucking bust right now. I'm gonna seed that bitch up!" Mal said.

"Don't you dare," I said, though I could barely keep the smile off my
face. "Condoms only. Remember."

I couldn't blame the guys. It was a thing of beauty, finally seeing that
hole. Each boy hole is different, and Niall's was really something
special. It was bright pink, almost like it was glowing, and completely
hairless. Who wouldn't want to break it open and deliver a load inside?

"Wh-what are you guys talking about?" Niall said, his voice muffled as he
pressed his face into the teddy bear.

"Nothing, sweetie. Now get ready," I said. Then it was time.

I dove forward, tongue, out, and let the tip of it just tickle the outside
of Niall's impossibly small, completely puckered shut butt hole.

There was the telltale moan as my tongue first touched his hole - one of
total surprise.

That sharp cry was interrupted by the feeling of my tongue now pressed
flat, covering his hole and the area around it with wet warmth.

"What the -" came his breathless cry as I began to lap up and down his
crack, tasting his sweetness while filling him with confusing but wonderful
feelings.

And just like that - as easy as turning the lock - I had him. Niall's moans
devolved from anything like words, replaced only by the kind of horny moans
a child like him can make during their first intense rimming.

I've done this so many times, it feels like chewing gum. I know just how to
suck, slobber, and drill a hole with my lips and tongues to make a boy lose
his mind. And from the sounds of it, that's exactly what Niall was doing.

Of course, I wasn't the only one who gave Niall a feast. I don't think the
kid even realised that he had every adult tongue in the room a few inches
inside his asshole over the next hour.

Finally, I knew he was ready when I pulled my tongue away for a second and
saw him instinctively bump his little butt cheeks back, asking for more.

"What a whore..." Youssef muttered behind me. He must know a thing or two
about kids like Niall too. Or maybe he just knew it was time for his
fetish.

I used this as an opportunity to execute the next move. With no warning, I
grabbed Niall's hair in my fist and yanked him up off his fluffy
stuffed-animal bed, until he was flat against me as I kneeled on the floor.

"Did you hear that?" I growled into his ear as he moaned at the pain. I
wasn't yanking his hair hard, but from what he'd just been going through, I
was sure he was feeling it. Not to mention, the length of my fat cock was
now pressed up flat against his ass crack. "Youssef says you're a whore. Is
that true?"

"Yeah he's a fucking whore!" Jax shouted. I guess he was rebounding from
his recent orgasm.

"Fucking faggot whore," Elijah added.

I knew that Niall didn't understand any of this, but that didn't matter. I
really just needed a distraction while Mal and Youssef basically read my
mind. As I held Niall up, Mal moved forward and pulled away the big teddy
bear.

In seconds, Youssef took the stuffed bear's place, taking the exact same
position that Niall had been in. Though now, instead of a sweet, smooth
little boy laying on top of a pile of stuffed animals, there was an
entirely different beast.

Specifically, there was a big, stocky, hairy, sweaty, butt-naked Syrian
refugee. It couldn't have been more different. The ass on display now was
massive - each cheek about the size of a watermelon. The whole thing was
covered with hair - all the way to the small of his back and around the
sides of his ass. But his crack was of course the deepest, darkest, wettest
patch of hair. The sweat from the long night we'd had plastered those long
arab butt hairs to his cheeks. Those cheeks, by the way, spread naturally.

Which meant that right there, in the middle of all that fur, was an adult
butt hole. A butthole that had been around for decades, one that had none
of the childish characteristics of Niall's little pink hole. This one was
brownish-purple, puckered, and of course matted with sweaty hair.

And it was right into that ugly bear trap that I slowly lowered Niall
forward - face forward - so he had plenty of time to consider that he was
about to become incredibly intimate with an adult male's sweaty shitter.

"Ooooh, nasty!" Mal called out when the boy finally made contact with the
ass.

"Fuck yea! Suck that butt hole, baby fag!" Jax called out.

"Yummy ummy.." Elijah muttered. "Fucking nasty."

And it was nasty. It's certainly not something I would ever do - I
preferred my buttholes clean, sweet, and hairless. But seeing as Riley was
still sleeping, there was no other choice - little sleepy Niall was gonna
have to make out with this strange foreign man's anus, no questions asked.

Or rather, I'm sure there would have been questions, if Niall could
speak. But it's hard to speak when your face is completely enveloped by two
ginormous meaty hairy butt cheeks.

Now, I know what you're thinking. How is it possible that a virgin boy like
Niall would know anything about sucking hole? Well, he didn't. Not at
first. But this was a learning experience, and Niall had 5 very happy
teachers goading him along.

We had Youssef serving as judge and jury, as well, in terms of whether or
not Niall was giving his shitter the proper treatment. I bent down low into
Niall's ear, and began to coo instructions to him.

"Remember how I licked you, Niall? Youssef likes that do. Can you press
your tongue against his hole? You'll feel it. Lick around until you find
it."

Mal apparently decided this was a good time to take on the "devil on the
shoulder" role. I could see him, his mouth practically covering Niall's
other ear, his tongue lapping and out of his ear canal as he spoke dirty
sweet nothings to the boy.

"Suck that hole, fagbaby," I heard him say. "You love the taste of that Leb
shitter, don't ya? Faggot!" *SPAT*

Niall seemed too focused on the hole to answer - though at that point I did
let him up for a quick gasp of air.

Youssef's irritation grew for a bit at the start, but eventually - with my
sweet talk and Mal's encouragement, Niall seemed to finally figure it
out. It only took about a half hour to get there, but eventually Youssef
was able to relax and enjoy having his sweaty spchinter cleaned by a boy
who had been asleep and uncorrupted only minutes ago.

This gave me hope, because honestly, a half hour wasn't that long for a kid
like Niall to pick up that skill. Sure, his brother had a touch "butt
hunger" from the start - the first time I gave him the option, he lapped at
my hole for a good hour without complaint. But Niall was shyer, so the fact
that within 30 minutes he'd picked up the ability to make a man moan by
sucking on his hole, I was happy.

After about 30 minutes, Youssef abruptly moved, bending his knees suddenly
so that he was on all fours, his head and chest still resting on that big
teddy bear. His big ass bumped Niall back into my arms, where he lay
gasping for air.

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on all fours.

I turned to Mal, who was seated across from me. `What did he say?"

"He says he's going to cum now," Mal said, suddenly leaning forward and
grabbing the gasping Niall out of my lap.

"Wait!" I called out, but Mal was too fast. In an instant he had
re-positioned Niall down on the carpet, sliding him between Youssef's feet
and legs like a bowling ball, until the boy was on his back, face up, head
against his teddy, and the fattest Lebanese cock in the world dangling
above his face.

"Wh-what..." was all Niall got out before the first srpay hit him.

*SPLAT SPLAT SPLAT* The sound of that creamy Lebanese load hitting Niall's
upturned face would have grossed me out, if I hadn't been so horny.

At that moment, I realized that it wasn't just Youssef's cock and ass that
were extremely thick, but also his loads. He'd already cum once that night
thanks to the boy "sleeping" across the room. So it wasn't as much of a
shooting load as it was a thick, sloppy drops of ball gunk falling from his
fat cock head directly onto Niall's pretty little face.

I'll be damned if somehow Youssef's second load wasn't bigger than its
first, despite the lower range. He absolutely coated Niall's face with
splatters of cum, leaving most of the skin covered with jizz. There were a
few dry spots between his eyebrows and on the tip of his chin, but other
than that, the baby boy was drenched.



I'd like to say I know what was going through Niall's head, but at that
moment, it was clear (even with Youssef's load cover his facial
expressions) that the boy had entered what I called "cock shock."

"Cock shock" isn't uncommon, especially during a boy's first time, and
especially if that boy isn't quite as cock hungry as some others (looking
at you Riley). I guess at some point, all of the new information and
lessons they're learning overwhelm their brains, and they short-circuit.

Cock shock isn't a bad thing. It's a good way for the boys to cope through
whatever they're struggling with. Not to mention, I knew it was good for
something else - the boy's first fuck. Cock shock somehow made it easier
for them to take their first cock up their cunts. And I couldn't think of a
better time than now to get Niall started on that train.

"Buckle up," I said, lifting the dripping boy off the carpet by his
shoulders. "Time for a bumpy ride."

Immediately, the men broke out into the same old argument we'd had in the
kitchen. Not about who would get the first crack at Niall's pussy. It
hadn't even been a question - it was clear to everyone, probably even Niall
on some level, that his first cock would be the one that had brought all of
this together - mine.

We'd debated it for a while, but we never could agree position we wanted to
put Niall in for his almighty cherry pop. And now that we were in the kid's
bedroom, you also to factor in the question of wherein the room Niall would
ride out his first cock.

Mal insisted that the top bunk was the best spot - his own bed, his comfort
zone. He wanted to watch Niall slide down my cock like a piece of boy meat
on a skewer.

Youssef, the greedy fucker, suggested we lay Niall down on the carpet, so
he could sit on his face for round two of butt hair munching time. "Will
hold him down while you fuck," he explained.

Elijah made a hard case for me to just slip it into the kid as I held him
in my arms. He even cheerfully volunteered to help my cock into the boy.

Jax, not the most complicated guy in the room, just said, "Fold the kid in
half and git `er done!"

The men weren't keeping their voices down as they shouted over each
other. Between that and the sunlight coming through the blinds, it's no
wonder Riley chose that moment to "wake up" from his post-coital slumber.

Somehow, his soft, boyish voice managed to cut through the deep baritone
voices of the drunk, arguing men in his room.

"Here," he said.

At that moment, you could have heard a pin drop. Everyone in the room -
even sticky little Niall - turned to look at Riley. The boy was sitting up
in bed, still partially under the covers. He looked still tired, and his
red hair was all messed up from his pillow. I wondered how his hole was
feeling, if it was still painful down there. Something told me there was
still a bit of a sting, from the way he was sitting delicately.

"If you're gonna do it, do it over here. I'll hold him and help him."

There was another beat of silence, and then a loud roar as all of the men
immediately agreed this was a wonderful idea. In no time, we had Niall
tucked into the bottom bunk, his head in his brother's lap, his body on top
of his brother's brightly colored sheets.

I hopped in there as well - it was pretty cramped. I coudln't even reall
sit upright all the way, had to bend my neck. It was a boy's size bed, and
now it was accommodating two boys, an adult male and his raging hard on.

One of the things I loved about fucking my son's friends is that boys that
age are so fucking flexible. Niall didn't even wince when I grabbed his
ankles and pushed them back, so that his toes were practically by his
shoulders.

I could feel the heat and wetness of the horny men gather closer, nearly
shoving each other to get a good look at what was now splayed out before
me. Niall's hole was making its second appearance, but this time, in a
different context. I knew that every man in the room was doing what I was
doing - taking a mental photograph. Actually, I think Jax may have taken an
actual photograph on his phone. it's so vital, at moments like these, to
remember what a little ass hole on a boy like Niall is supposed to look
like. Because in just a few moments, it will never look that pristine and
perfect again. And in a few hours, it will be one of those sloppy, wet fuck
holes that you see toward the tail end of nasty gang bang pornos.

It looked so perfect, now, though, that I just had to kiss it hello. First
with my mouth, then with my cock.

"Everybody ready?" I said. The men all agreed instantly.

"Riley?" I said.

Riley looked up at me. He started to say something, but then shut his
mouth. "Ready."

"Niall?"

Niall, still covered in cum and recovering from cock shock, did what so
many boys his age will do in a situation they don't understand. He'll
imitate the adults in the room, or his big brother. Which is why Niall
declared, "Ready," in his soft, quiet voice, even though everyone knew
there was no way hew as ready for what was about to come.

"All right then," I said, and started to push.

"WAIT!" Riley should. "Wait...what about...those things?"

"What things?" I said, focusing intensely at the feeling of immense
pressure on the tip of my cock. Niall's hole was gonna put up a fight, huh?

"The...poppers," Riley said.

"Oh fuck, he does poppers?" Elijah asked. "Daaaaamn."

"Uh...Riley, you know we don't use those very much. They're not good for a
developing brain."

"But...it's just...it's his first time. And there's so...many of you." His
eyes darted around the room from face to face, cock to cock. "Please..."

"Aww, please," Jax immitated, sort of mocking Riley. "Give the fag some
poppers."

I'll admit, it didn't take much arm twisting. Riley was right - it would be
better for Niall if he was fucked up for this fucking. It was fucking hot
to watch boys do it, though I tried to limit it to special situations. Boys
had such a variety of reactions to poppers, and it's impossible to know
what they'll be like ahead of time.

But no matter how it reacted, it would help him unhook is brain a bit,
which was always a good thing for particularly challenging scenarios like
this one.

So I told Mal where I'd put them, and he went and got them from the
parent's room in a flash.

"All right," I said, shaking the bottle as he handed it to me. "Now we're
ready to party!"

***

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