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## The Man Lovers Club - Chapter 3
Date: Sun, 23 Jan 2022 19:59:00 +0000
From: throwaway11791 <throwaway11791@protonmail.com>
Subject: The Man Lovers Club - Chapter 3

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Theo has a lot on his mind during his long walk home from the latest
meeting of the Man Lover's Club. That was by far the most insane meeting
yet� --his mind is still swimming with everything he had heard.

None of the boys could believe that Isaac, out of everyone, was the first
member of the MLC to score cock. And not just one cock, but two! At the
same time! He'd seen that kind of thing in porn, but he'd never expect that
the tiniest, most innocent member of the club would go so far, so early!

In fact, he wouldn't have believed it if he hadn't seen it with his own
eyes. After Isaac had calmly told the story of how he'd seduced first his
father, and then his uncle, the boys had demanded evidence. He'd expected
Isaac to clam up, admit that he was exaggerating. But instead, the little
guy had shrugged, stood up, dropped his shorts, and got on all fours to
show off his used little boy pussy, still gaping slightly from the
animalistic pounding his cunt had endured.

The rest of the MLC gathered around, all of them silently staring at the
runt of the litter's little puffy, swollen pink starfish hole. It had been
three days before they'd been able to organize a meeting, and Issac's
little pink hole still looked like it had just gotten out of the boxing
ring.

Normally, you would think a group of little virgins would be shocked and
disgusted by such a sight. But instead, Isaac's suffering pucker seemed to
ignite a fire in the room, and soon the boys were buzzing with energy and
peppering the youngest member of their club with tons of questions.

"How did you get them do it?"

"Was it as big as you expected?"

"How much did it hurt?"

"What kind of things did they say?"

The boys interviewed Isaac for nearly two hours, before Wyatt's (the nerd)
alarm went off, reminding them all that they had to get home for dinner. To
play the pure, untarnished, church-going all American boys they played so
well to their mommy and daddies.

The boys had all clambered down the ladder together, but now Theo was alone
with his thoughts. As always, he was the first to separate from the group
of his new friends. Or at least, he thought they were friends. Theo was a
little confused about all that... he'd never had a good friend before, let
alone this many.

But were they really friends, or were they all just hanging out because
they wanted to have sex with the older men around town? Theo isn't sure. He
knows he likes hanging with them, but he also knows he feels like he isn't
really quite one of the gang.

Sure, he wants cock just as bad as every other boy in the club... maybe
even more. But it's clear that he's not like the other boys. He lives on
the opposite side of town---that's why he's always the first one to
separate from the group. The rest of the boys live near the school, but
Theo and his family live up high on the hill, in a gated community, with
only rich socialites as neighbors and family friends. He was different due
to class. Did the other boys think differently of him because of this? Did
they talk about him behind his back?

Theo knew he was lucky to have such a nice house, a maid, and all of that
good stuff. Until recently he had thought everyone had those things. After
meeting the other boys in the MLC, he knew he was special---his parents
gave him pretty much anything he wanted, without a second thought.

But listening to Isaac tell his story, Theo was starting to think maybe he
wasn't so lucky after all. He'd almost cried when he'd heard how tender
Isaac's dad had been with him. His own dad wasn't like that---his mom
either. Gifts were one thing, but he knew he'd never be able to seduce his
own dad like Isaac had. He hardly ever saw his dad because the man was so
busy with work. How would he ever get him in bed?

No, Theo contemplates. It would have to be someone else.

Theo starts to walk faster, realizing the sun is setting. He looks across
the street and notices little red lights flashing along the curb---then he
remembers, he's wearing his new shoes. The ones he'd begged his parents to
buy for him---purple and green, with dinosaurs on them. But best of all?
They lit up! Every step or move he makes the shoes flash little red, green,
blue, and purple lights. The other boys had been so impressed, until Isaac
had shown him up with his story.

Stupid Isaac, Theo thinks to himself. He knows his jealousy is getting the
best of him, but it only makes him feel more determined. I WILL be the next
one to get fucked and I'll go back to the others with hot cum still in my
pussy just to one up that showoff, he thinks to himself, and starts to walk
faster. Already, a plan is forming in his little brain. Though it would be
a few more days before he figures out how he might get some cock into his
life.

***

The epiphany comes later that week, while Theo is sitting in the living
room playing with his toy trucks while his parents watch the boring
news. This was a nightly ritual after dinner---his parents would watch the
news for an hour, his dad typing away on his laptop or phone, and his mom
sinking deeper into a glass of wine. They always would remain silent, and
Theo usually thought the news was so boring. So he'd entertain himself
playing with some of his many toys.

But like the other boys, Theo had been spending a lot of his nights
watching hardcore porn after his parents went to bed. Unlike Isaac, Theo
had his own computer in his room---two actually---and his parents never set
up any restrictions or anything. Since the start of the MLC, he'd watched
so much porn he thought his eyes might fall out.

But with no outlet for his sexual frustration, Theo's brain was infected
with thoughts of cock, cum, and horny sex. Like the other boys, Theo had
started to find his own taste in sex, his own fetishes. He didn't have
words for them yet but he knew there were certain videos which got him
worked up more than others.

Theo liked the sleazy stuff. He'd stumbled across one website in particular
that he'd bought a premium subscription for, using his father's credit
card. The things he watched on this site as he rubbed the outside of his
little boy clit were absolutely filthy by most people's standards. Mostly
they were dimly lit, underground, handheld videos of men getting pig
fucked.

Yes, Theo couldn't help it---he loved that dirty shit. The grimy basements
and dungeons, the grunting, sweating men, the dirty talk, the sperm being
shot every which way---it made Theo so horny he couldn't stand it.

Those images were always running through his brain, including on this
night, while his parents are watching the news. And perhaps that's why his
childhood brain was able to put two and two together when the news story
about the garbage men came on.

"Isn't that just so cute, Diane?" the male news anchor said on the TV. "He
just loves those garbage men!"

"It's too sweet, Tom," the other anchor replied.

Theo turned his attention from his toys to the TV, to watch the news story
that both his parents were ignoring. His eyes were glued to the TV as the
anchors told the story of some little boy in a different town---a little
boy who was obsessed with construction trucks. The boy on the TV lived near
a construction site, and would routinely bring the men snacks and get to
take a ride on the big diggers and such.

At first, Theo wasn't sure why he was so interested in this story. But he
kept turning it over in his head, and it was still with him during his
nightly porn binge. And that's when it all clicked---the garbage men.

Theo had noticed the garbage men before---he was so deliriously horny these
days, he noticed EVERY man in his orbit. But he'd ruled them out as an
option. The garbage men only stopped by his house twice a week, and Theo
had no reason to just go and talk to them.

Until now... now that he'd seen that boy on TV.

Theo was up late again that night, plotting it all out. It doesn't even
take him all that long to plot it out---by the time he fell asleep, he had
a smile on his face knowing that he very well may soon have a chance to
seduce those two sexy, dirty men who empty his family's trash bins.

The next day, Theo spends his morning checking off the early parts of his
plan.

--He asks his housekeeper to pick up lots of lemonade at the grocery store.

--He asks his dad what day the garbage comes, and politely volunteers to
start bringing it out himself. His dad looks at him funny, but says,
"That's my boy. A hard worker just like his daddy." Then agrees to let Theo
take out the garbage.

And just like that, Theo has an opportunity to meet the two garbage men. He
waits, nervously, excitedly, for the next garbage day.

It's early in the morning---the garbage men always come early to his
neighborhood. And they come and go so quickly, he knows he has to
hurry. But the two men stop and watch when they see him toddling down the
long pathway that leads from his front door, through the manicured garden,
out the gates of the wall around their property, and onto the sidewalk.

Theo's voice catches at first, but then he manages to say to the two men,
"Care for some lemonade, Mr. Garbage Men? It's so... hot out here!"

The two men look at each other, and then grin at the boy.

"Well thanks," the older one says. "That's very kind of you, little guy."
Then he reaches forward to grab one of the glasses.

The younger garbage man reaches forward to grab the other, and both men
drink down the glasses of lemonade. As they guzzle, Theo has a moment to
look them over. He's never been this close to them---only seen them through
the big windows in his living room.

Theo can't help but get excited, because up close, these two men are so
much sexier than he could have imagined.

Both men were black, which excites Theo a lot. He'd seen a lot of porn
featuring extremely hung black men, and he hopes these two guys were like
the men in those movies. He can't tell at this moment, though, because both
men were wearing their uniforms.

Before when he'd seen them, he'd wondered if they were related---maybe
father and son. One of them is clearly older, but now that he was up close,
he can see they definitely aren't related. Their matching coveralls are
part of what made them look similar, but now Theo could see even those are
different---the older man wears navy blue, while the younger man wears a
khaki green.

He reads the older man's nametag---Hal. Hal is taller and broader than the
younger one, and completely bald on top. He has a scruffy beard that Theo
both finds very attractive and a little off-putting. He is also surprised
at how sweaty the older man is---though it really was quite hot. He could
see sweat beading on the man's chest, where it was showing through the
zipper of his coveralls. Theo can see some curly hairy there as well, and
it makes him feel a little dizzy.

The tiny boy turns his attention to the younger man, whose nametag reads
"Jerome." Though the younger garbage man is very tall, he's so much thinner
than his older colleague. Whereas Hal looks like he just might bust out of
his coveralls, Jerome is swimming in his. Theo still admires the younger
guy's long fingers and veiny forearms. Jerome wears a baseball cap and is
clean-shaven, but he has his hair in these braids that Theo thinks look
super cool.

When the men finish their lemonade, they hand the cups back to the little
boy.

"Your mama send you out here?" Hal asks as he wipes his arm across his
mouth to dry his lips.

"No, this was my idea," Theo says. "I just see you guys working so hard,
and I love your big truck, so I wanted to bring you a special treat!"

"Well, that's very nice of you," Hal says. He looks across the big lawn
toward Theo's large house and squints his eyes. "But you better make sure
your parents know you're out here. Wouldn't want them thinking you're
talking to strangers."

"I'm Theo!" the boy says. "And you're Hal, and you're Jerome. Now we're not
strangers anymore." He smiles at them. "Plus, my dad's always working and
my mom is in the pool for hours every day. So they don't know what I do."

Theo blushes after speaking, especially when he sees the two men stare at
each other for just a second. They nod and thank the boy again, and then
hop on their truck and ride away.

Theo hadn't expected to have sex with the two men right there and then, but
he was disappointed that the interaction was so short. He spent the next
few days plotting how he would approach the men again.

The garbage men came twice a week, so he only had to wait a few more days,
but in that time the little rich boy spent almost every waking moment
fantasizing about the two men he was targeting for his cherry pop.

Some of that time, Theo acted a lot like the boy on TV. He found himself
drawing pictures of the two men in messy crayon, and playing with some of
the toy trucks he stopped playing with ages ago, when his parents bought
him more expensive and better toys.

But some of the time, Theo did NOT act like that boy on TV at all. A lot of
the time, Theo was furiously searching on his laptop for new, darker,
dirtier porn---ideally featuring two or more black men. The little guy
would study these meticulously, examining the enormous black cocks in the
videos and everything the men did with them---and hoping he could get at
least have a little taste of the same kind of treatment.

A few more garbage days went by, and Theo was getting hornier and braver
each time. The men started to expect him, and spent a little more time
chatting with him and sipping on the lemonade he brought them.

The visits started happening often enough that Theo's parents actually
managed to notice it. Theo's dad asked him once during dinner if the men
were nice. Theo's mother had reminded him to be careful around
strangers. Other than that, they didn't seem to care much that he was out
there so early in the morning, chatting up the garbage men.

Perhaps they would have cared a little more if they heard how much more
precocious Theo had become. At first, Theo was nervous around the
men---they were so big, and tall, and sexy, and neither of them really had
a way with words.

Theo found it was easier to just fill in the silence with his own
chatter. Sometimes he told the men about games he played, or vacations his
parents had taken him on. The men pretended to listen, but mostly they just
wanted the lemonade and to get on with their day.

***

Then Theo decides, one early morning, to just come out with it. He had been
dropping little hints---complimenting the men on their muscles, or staring
at their crotches, but they hadn't picked up on it, or done anything. He
was getting so horny and worked up at this point that, as the men lifted
the cold glasses of lemonade to their lips, Theo just askes point blank:

"Hey, would you guys have sex with me?"

The younger man, Jerome, does a somewhat comical spit take right there,
spraying lemonade out of his lips (and spraying the little boy with the
sticky liquid as well). Hal, the older garbage man, doesn't seem quite as
shocked. He swallows his drink carefully and quietly.

Then he turns to the little boy and says, "Where's your mama?"

Theo shrugs. "Inside. My parents are so busy, they don't care what I
do. They won't care if I have sex with you," Theo said. Especially if they
never find out, he thinks to himself.

"You even know what sex is?" Hal says, setting down his lemonade glass on
the little tray Theo was still holding.

"Uh-huh," Theo says.

There's a moment of silence, and then Jerome says, "Who taught you that?
Your daddy?" The younger man laughs at this, until Hal gives him a stern
look.

"No," Theo says, wrinkling up his nose. "I saw it on the computer." Theo
pauses to look up at the men. "I watch a lot of porn."

"Do you now?" Hal asks. The older man squats down to look the boy in the
eye. "What kind of things have you been watching on the computer?"

"Sex!" Theo says. "I mean, when the men get their peepees really hard and
then... ya know."

"No, I don't know..." the man says. Theo can feel the man's warm breath on
his face. "Tell me."

"Well," Theo begins, feeling himself blush, "Sometimes they put their hard
peepees in the mouth of the other guys... or sometimes they put it up
his..."

Theo trailed off, because at that moment, Hal takes a furtive glance up at
the mansion behind him, and then when he decides the coast is clear,
grabbed Theo's hand and brings it between his legs. He presses the boy's
tiny hand against the semi-hard erection still tucked inside of his
coveralls.

"Don't call this a peepee," the man says. "Peepees are what little boys
have. Like you. Men like me and Jerome here, we have cocks or dicks. Got
it?"

Theo nods, speechless. He's actually feeling it! And it's somehow even
bigger than he expected.

But then, just as suddenly, the man stands up and starts walking toward the
truck. That's when Theo notices that Jerome, the younger garbage man, is
staring at him as well and has a large, visible bulge in his own coveralls.

"Come on, Jerome," Hal calls as he walks to the truck.

"But, he's asking for it---" Jerome starts to protest.

"Get in the truck," the older man admonishes. Jerome drops his head and
walks away, giving one last leering glance at the boy.

The truck lets out a hiss and pulls away, leaving Theo standing there in
the hot morning sun, deliriously horny and totally confused.

The next three days, before the following trash day, were hard on Theo. He
turned over the brief encounter in his mind, feeling more and more anxious
about it as he went. He began to wonder if he really was ready, or if he'd
set his sights too high. Maybe it would be better to wait patiently for
someone he knew better, someone he could trust.

So when garbage day rolled around, he had decided he wasn't going to get
out of bed and serve lemonade. In fact, he was just going to try and forget
all about Jerome and Hal, the sexy black garbage men. Before going to bed,
he unset the alarm he'd been using to wake up early, and fell asleep
feeling proud of his wise decision to hold off.

But the next morning, he wakes up early anyway, because the doorbell rings
around 6:30am. Luckily, Theo's dad is always awake at that time getting
ready for work. Theo hears him open the door, and then he hears two deep
voices talking with his dad.

Two deep voices he recognizes.

Theo pads out into the hall wearing his silk pajamas, and creeps to the top
of the stairs. Sure enough, there they are---Jerome and Hal, wearing their
same coveralls.

"Theo!" his dad calls, and then when he sees the boy at the top of the
stairs, says, "Oh, you're here. Uh... I have some good news. These
uh... gentlemen here..." Theo's dad looks back at the two men, a slight
look of disgust on his face, "They said they have a special treat for you."

"Oh?" Theo says, nervously stepping down the stairs.

"That's right," Hal says. "Since you've been so nice to bring us lemonade,
we thought we'd give you a ride in the garbage truck, and a trip to tour
the dump."

The two men smile up at the boy, and Theo's dad turns around with a rather
blank expression on his face. "Is that something you'd like to do, Theo?"
his dad asks.

Theo's mom appears in the hallway, holding a cup of coffee, her face green
with some sort of facial mask she was wearing. "Is it safe at the dump for
a child?"

"Oh, we won't let him out of our site, ma'am," Jerome pipes up. "We'll make
sure he's safe."

Theo's parents look at each other, and both shrug.

"Well, that's all right with us. Have fun, Theo." Both of the boy's parents
turn and head off to separate rooms, neither of them realizing that Theo
hadn't actually said he wanted to go with these strange men.

"Well, why don't you go get dressed and meet us outside, boy?" Hal says,
smiling at the kid. Then under his breath he says, "Make it something easy
to take off."

Then both of the men are gone. Theo runs up to his room, his heart pumping
wildly. Was this really happening? Did the men actually want to take him to
the dump? Or were they going to...

Theo is almost sweating he is so nervous. But he also can't deny that his
horniness has reached a new level---he is almost vibrating with excitement
about the possibilities of what might happen. He has never felt such a
mixture of arousal and fear at the same time, and it's making it hard for
him to focus.

Eventually, he is able to pick out an outfit that he thinks is perfect for
the day. A light-blue button down shirt, a pair of cute khaki shorts, and
his brand new light-up sneakers that the housekeeper had gotten for him
when she was shopping last week. He loved them---they had these cool green
dinosaurs on the side, and it was their eyes that lit up.

Finally, Theo pickes out his underwear---he manages to find a pair he'd
forgotten about that had little dump trucks all over it. Finally, he goes
into his private bathroom and combed his hair nice and neat, and smiled at
himself.

"You can do this," he tells his reflection in the mirror. He swallows
deeply, and is ready to go.

"Goodbye mother, goodbye father!" Theo cries as he makes his way down the
stairs toward the front door. He feels so dizzy, like he might almost fall
over. In the back of his mind, he is holding out hope that one of his
parents would perhaps stop this before it went too far.

But it already has gone too far, because Theo hears absolutely no response
from either of his parents---just the clacking of his father's keyboard and
the clinking of ice in his mother's late-morning cocktail.

And then, before Theo knows it, he has stepped out into the hot morning
sun, and the door to his mansion has closed behind him. Now he's being
ushered down the sidewalk with the two black garbage men on either side of
him, like an entourage.

Ahead of him, Theo can only see one thing: A filthy garbage truck. It looks
so enormous, like a dinosaur, with a comically bright blue back and a white
cabin. Cabin. He'd learned that word to convince his parents he was
genuinely interested in garbage men. He'd told them so many times he'd
wanted to ride in the cab of the garbage truck.

Of course, what he'd meant was that he wanted to ride the men who RODE in
the cabin of the garbage truck, but Theo had been too convincing, and now
that he was looking at the cabin his stomach was turning. It looked truly
disgusting, and the smell was overwhelming---hot garbage early in the
morning was enough to make him sick.

But through all the fear and horror, Theo can't deny that there is
something happening inside him. He can feel it deep in the pit of his
stomach and the small of his back---something warm and dark, bubbling
beneath the surface, like a little flicker of a candle slowly becoming an
inferno. He doesn't know what it means, but he knows it is a force that
keeps him moving forward, toward the truck, until the men open the door.

"You're gonna ride up front with the big boys," Hal says as he grins down
at the boy. It's not quite the same smile Theo would recognize.

"See what a day in the life of a trash man is like," the younger one,
Jerome says, as he hops up onto the fender and reaches down to grab Theo
under both armpits.

Theo winces. He can't help but notice that both men are wearing those
filthy, yucky gloves. Jerome is putting his rough gloved hands all over
Theo's cute little outfit, but Theo does his best to not show his disgust
on his face---or his fear as he is lifted up and placed into the cab of the
truck.

"Scoot over," Jerome commands the boy.

Theo obeys, scooting to the center of the bench seat. And once again, he is
surrounded by his two new friends---though this time in the confined space
of a garbage truck which is headed... who knew where?

Out the window, Theo can see the reflection of his lush yard and the red
bricks of his large house retreat as the truck pulls away from the curb.

Theo gulps deeply. He's suddenly aware of just how intensely hot it is in
this truck. It's unbelievably hot outside, and they have the windows rolled
up---presumably, Theo thinks, to keep out the smell. But it's not working,
he thinks to himself, reaching up to pinch his nose.

Hal sees this and laughs. "Don't worry," he says in his deep voice. "You'll
get used to it."

"Yeah, after a few hours!" Jerome pipes in, laughing and shaking his beaded
braids around his head.

Hal doesn't respond to this---just turns up the radio.

There's a basketball game happening, and the cacophony of the radio
announcers and the sneakers on the wooden floors, along with the static of
the radio, only make the cab of the truck feel stuffier to Theo.

As they drive, Theo realizes it's not just the rolled-up windows and
sweltering heat that's making the cab feel so stuffy. It was that the two
adult men on either side of him were manspreading, pressing their thighs
against the increasingly sweaty little boy.

"So," Hal shouts over the radio, "What was it the boy said the other day,
Jerome?"

Jerome instantly gets a smile on his face, and his hand moves toward his
crotch. "He asked us if we would have sex with him, boss."

"That's right," Hal says, a grin coming on his own face now. He turns to
look at Theo. "Well, maybe we can work that out. But how do you know you
want it? Your daddy fucking you or something?"

`What?!?" Theo says, surprised. "No! I just... I've seen some things on the
internet is all. And... I know some stuff." Images of Isaac getting fucked
by his dad and uncle flash through Theo's mind, but he decides it's best
not to bring that up right now.

"Well, seeing it on the internet is one thing," Hal says. "Seeing it in
real life is something else." And now Hal's hand was moving to his groin as
well, even as he stared out at the road ahead.

"Yeah," Jerome said, giggling again, "You might see this snake and your
eyes might fall out of your head!"

"Don't get the kid's hopes up," Hal says, teasing.

"What?" Jerome says. "You know it's big..." And now Jerome is squeezing his
crotch. And immediately, the younger black man notices that he has Theo's
full attention.

"Look at him," Jerome says. "He's got an eyeful. He wanna see it."

The truck lurches as they pull up to a curb in front of a house a few
blocks away from Theo's. He recognizes the house from passing by, but
doesn't know the people who live there or even what street they're on.

"Well, then show him," Hal says. And then the older man hops out of the
truck and makes his way over to the curb to pick up some trash barrels.

As soon as he's out of the truck, Jerome is scrambling at his zipper. Theo
can only watch from the middle seat, wide-eyed, as the younger man first
reveals his thin and smooth torso. Theo is surprised at how thin the
younger man is, even though he was so tall. The teenaged garbage man
reveals his defined abs, then a cropped bush of thick, curly black hair,
and then...

Time seems to slow down for Theo.

For the first time in the boy's life, he is in the same room (a very small,
sweaty, stinky room, but a room nonetheless), as a full-sized adult penis.

And not just any adult penis. Jerome was the proud owner of an incredible
large slab of very dark black meat, enough to make any porn star woozy at
the prospect.

We'll get into exactly what that fuckstick looks like in a moment, but it's
important to note that before Theo even has a chance to take in visually
what's being presented to him, the smell of it all hits him like a fist to
the face.

Somehow the odor of the young garbage man's sweaty crotch is able to cut
through the tangy smell of trash and fill the boy's nostrils. It's musky
and rancid, and yet, it makes that weird bubbling feeling in his tummy
grown stronger.

Theo manages to swallow his disgust yet again, and takes a moment to really
LOOK at the cock. For so long, he's wanted to see one up close, and he has
to admit---it's just as magical as he expected, if not more.

Jerome is holding his piece by its very base, and he's opened up the bottom
half of his coveralls, allowing the semi-erect black cock to sort of lay
out straight between his two thighs. He's not nearly as beefy as his
counterpart, and Theo thinks that the cock, which is actively growing in
the man's fist, might be thicker than the man's thigh!

Theo was quickly learning the lesson that skinny men often pack the biggest
meat---especially when we're talking about a BBC. Jerome was also carrying
an exceptionally DARK piece of meat. Its blackness was almost mezemerizing
to the boy---he estimated it was a few shades darker than the man's body.

As the man's cock grew in his hand, Theo was treated to a delightful
surprise---he realized the man was uncut! Though the act of pulling back
the ample foreskin only intensified the already musty smell in the car,
Theo was absolutely rapt with excitement. An uncut black cock! He'd won the
lottery, even if this whole thing was kinda gross!

His eyes nearly DO fall out of his head as he watches Jerome pulls the skin
back, revealing a slimy, shockingly pink cock head which takes Theo by
surprise. How can the tip of this man's magnificent penis be such a funny
color? Before Theo knows it, he is giggling.

The man giggles back. "Yeah, you like that?" he says, flopping his cock
around a bit. "Not much to laugh at when it gets all the way big."

"It... it gets bigger?" Theo saya. His throat is dry, and he realizes that
is the first word he's said since he got into the truck.

"Just watch..." the man says, but at that moment, the door opens and the
older man, Hal, rejoines them on the other side. He lookes over at his
partner, not giving much of a reaction to seeing his cock out in the fresh
(or rather unfresh) air.

"How's he taking it?" Hal says as he pulls the truck back into the street.

"He ain't taking it yet," Jerome says.

"I mean is he freaking out?" Hal says.

"Nah, he's just staring bug-eyed. He's damn curious."

Hal grunts at this, and then pulles the truck over to the side of the
road. "All right, well I wanna show him mine now. So you get out."

Theo thinks it's strange that the two men are talking about him almost like
he isn't there in the truck with them. It was silly! But he doesn't
mind. In fact, it is kind of turning him on.

He looks sadly as Jerome tucks his semi-hard cock into his coveralls and
hops out into the morning sunshine to get more barrels from some of Theo's
rich neighbors. The sound of a zipper coming from the driver's seat this
time gets his attention.

"I know you're curious about black cock," the older man says, revealing
more and more of his firm, thicker torso to the young boy. Unlike Jerome,
who was so smooth and skinny, this man has curly, wiry gray hairs all over
his chest and stomach. There are even some in the bush of pubic hair he
reveales to the boy, though this matt of wiry fur is much darker.

"It's all right to be curious. Lots of folks are," the man says, staring at
Theo as he moves his hand into his coveralls. "Ain't never seen a boy as
little as you so curious, but that's ok," he says in a friendly
voice. "We'll show you what you want to learn."

And with that, the man makes good on his word and unzips his coveralls the
rest of the way. Frustratingly, Theo realizes the man has on a pair of
white briefs. Or at least, they must have been white at some point---Theo
wrinkles his nose at the sight of the yellow stains on the front.

But he gets over his gross-out when the man pulls the loose leg of his
briefs to the side and lets out his enormous black cock and hefty black
balls into the air of the cab.

Once again, Theo feels lightheaded as he takes in the second adult cock
he's ever seen up close. All in one morning! Instantly the child is
mindblown by how utterly different Jerome's cock looks, compared to the
only other adult-sized penis he's ever seen before.

Whereas Jerome's dick had been heavy looking and almost lazy, Hal's has a
totally different attitude. Perhaps it's because the older man is more
erect, but either way, his thick black snake stands at half attention,
curling in a peculiar way that accentuates the impressive curve which Hal
was hiding in his coveralls. That right hook was gonna be a problem for
Theo later, though at the moment he doesn't think much of it except for the
words WOW and COOL running through his head.

Theo is at first disappointed that Hal didn't appear to be uncut like
Jerome, until he notices the sheer size of the man's cock head. It reminds
Theo of the tennis balls his mom and dad would sometimes hit back and forth
on the courts in their backyard. The head isn't pink like Jerome's, but
more of a brownish purple shade, closer to the dark color of the older
man's shaft.

Once Theo is able to drag his eyes away from the gargantuan cock head, he
notices another shocking thing about Hal's adult penis. The shaft is
covered in veins! He's seen some veiny cocks on the porn he'd been
watching, of course, but up close it's a different story. His eyes nearly
bulge out of his head as he watches them---some as thick as earthworms,
connected by tributaries of thinner viens---all pulsating together as the
man begins to stroke his cock.

The action of tugging it free from his pants of course brings a fresh set
of smells to the hot cab of the garbage truck. The older man's cock and
balls give off a muskier scent, which seemed to suit the older man---though
Theo can't explain why. He can't do much, because the overwhelming sights
and smells are getting to his head.

He only snaps out of his trance when he hears the man use a dirty word.

"You listening to me, faggot?"

"Huh?" Theo says, trying and failing to pull his eyes away from the man's
meat. His eyes are traveling down now to see the man's balls, so thick and
heavy looking, low-hanging but covered in thick gray and black natty pubes.

"I asked you a question," the man says in his deep voice. "What made you
approach me and Jerome? Why'd you choose us to say that shit to about
having sex and all?"

Theo swallowes hard, and tries to drown out the hypnotic sound of the man's
hand moving up his increasingly slimy cock.

"Well, uh..." the boy mumbles, "Cause you look like the men in the... in my
favorite of the movies I watched."

"That so?" the man says. "What kind of movies were those? Tell me what you
like to watch."

"Well...." Theo says. He feels strange talking about this stuff with
adults---so far he's only discussed his sex addiction with his friends in
the club. He also knows he isn't supposed to talk about skin color too
much... but that was a big part of what he liked. So he just blurts it out.

"BBC!" he squeaks. "I love the b-b-black guys with the w-w..."

"You like when black men put their cocks inside little white boy cunt? Do
you, faggot?"

"Yeah!" Theo says. He is getting excited talking about a subject he knows a
lot about. Or so he thinks. "I love it when a black guy---or even better,
more than one---team up on a little white guy. How they
kinda... like... take over him? And use both his holes and---"

"Well, we can make that happen." Theo whips his head around, surprised
enough by the voice on the other side of him to finally stop staring at the
big black cock in the room. Jerome climbs back into the car with a big grin
on his face.

Theo blushes, knowing the handsome younger man had heard the filthy things
he just said. Soon enough though, he is distracted again, as the doors shut
and he is once again trapped in between two adult men, the one behind the
driver's seat already fisting his hard tube of black cock, and the younger
one fishing his long, uncut meat out of his pants once again.

"That's the last stop, too, boss," Jerome says, slowly peeling back his
foreskin agains to expose his pink cock head to the child. "Now we can take
this little white brat to the dump."

"Fuck yeah," Hal says, and puts the truck into drive again. It takes off
with a great vibrating rumble, and as it does, Theo's heart sinks. They are
driving faster now, and are officially in a part of town Theo has never
seen before. The ugly McMansions that he knows so well are gone, and the
last few houses they visit are much smaller. Even those smaller houses are
gone now, mostly replaced by store fronts---some of which are boarded up,
some of which look like they should be boarded up. And then long,
industrial sites, parking lots, train tracks. From what little he can see
out the window, it's looking like an area his parents would NEVER let him
go.

He wonders if his parents even know where the dump is. They've never
mentioned it. What if Theo gets trapped with these men, or kidnapped? His
heart is racing, and yet... somewhere in the back of his little developing
brain, he realizes that the danger and risk he is taking is part of what
was making him so intensely horny.

But it isn't just the scariness of the situation he's put himself in. It's
also the fact that on either side of him are two long, thick, black
anacondas waving and getting slimier and slimier as the men continue to
stroke.

"You ain't gotta be scared, white boy," Jerome says gruffly after a few
minutes of this. "You wanna touch it, I can tell. Go ahead. Come grab it."

The man says this like a request, but he does most of the grabbing when he
reaches over and seizes Theo's thin wrist, then pulls it to his
cock. Before he knows it, Theo has his first fistful of dark meat. The
younger man moans just as Theo squeezes it slightly under the base. He
can't get his whole hand around it, but he is instantly obsessed with the
feel---so hard and warm. The sponginess of the foreskin is awesome, even if
all the sticky precum currently coating his tiny palm and squishing between
his fingers is a little icky.

"You got two hands, don't ya?" comes Hal's deep voice from the driver's
seat.

Without losing his grip on the cock already in his hand, little Theo
reaches out his other hand almost immediately to grab the other man's
genitalia.

"That's it," the older man grumbles. "You wanna play with two black cocks
you better learn to multi-task, boy. Especially if you want them down your
tight throat and deep in your little white cunt."

To accentuate the point, both Jerome and Hal put their hands over the
little boy's full fists, and start to demonstrate exactly how they want to
be stroked. It takes Theo a few minutes, but soon he figures out how to
massage the pink head of Jerome's cock with his own foreskin, while giving
Hal long and slow strokes up and down the entire length of his penis.

When both men are feeling good, Jerome opens the glove compartment in front
of him and pulls out what looks to Theo like a cigarette and a lighter.

"Mind if we spark up?" Jerome asks, already lifting the cigarette to his
lips.

"We ain't supposed to in the truck but..." he looks down at Theo and
winks. "this is a special occasion."

The cigarette doesn't smell like any cigarette Theo has smelled
before. It's sweeter somehow, and the thick smoke hangs in the air as the
two men receiving the hand jobs pass the joint back and forth. Although
neither man actually gives the boy any smoke directly, it doesn't take long
for Theo to start to feel a little woozy and confused as the cab fills up
with smoke.









Somehow, this makes it easier for him to keep up his stroke rhythm, and the
feeling of frothy precum on his little hands and forearms doesn't seem so
gross after all now---it seems incredibly sexy.

"Thank God we're here," Jerome says as they turn off the main street down a
bumpy dirt road. "This kid's about to make me nut just from a hand job."

Hal laughs at this, coughing out his last bit of smoke before he stabs the
roach into the dashboard. "You young bucks always cum too fast. I'm just
gonna take us right down the hill where no one will bother us."

The stoned little boy, still grasping the cocks, stares out the window as
they pass through a big gate and drive beyond a squat little building which
he assumes is some sort of office. They start to drive down a hill, and
he's relieved when both men roll down their windows to let some of that
stinky smoke out.

As soon as the windows are open, Theo's nose is assaulted once again by a
smell so intense he thinks he might faint. That's when he sees it---the
hill they are driving down leads to mountains and mountains of
garbage. Crows and seagulls peck at the highest peaks of it, and they
stretch on as far as the stoned little boy can see. Some of it seems to be
organized---he can see mountains of cardboard, heaps of black trash bags,
some dangerous looking glass, and a section of what appears to be only
microwaves and refrigerators.

"We got a nice private spot down here," Hal says as they drive deeper into
the mountains. Theo almost feels like he's being swallowed by the dump.

Finally the truck rolls to a stop, and both men without speaking seem to
agree it's time to remove Theo's hands from their slobbering meat sticks.

"Wh-where are we?" Theo asks, though it's a stupid question. He's heard
about dumps before, and has seen them on some of the kids shows he likes to
watch, but his confusion was mounting (thanks to the weed and such), and he
was starting to feel panicked.

"Well, it may not be as fancy as your house," Hal says as he opens his
door, letting in more of the disgustingly stinky hot garbage smell, "but
for popping open your pink little cherry, it's as good a spot as any." And
with that, both of the adults leave the vehicle and head out into the
garbage pits.

Not knowing what else to do, Theo climbs across the seat and carefully
makes his way down to the ground. For him, it isn't as easy as a jump---his
little legs can only reach so far, and he ends up tumbling down onto the
dirty ground below him.

The fall on his bum really hurts, and he almost starts crying---he's so
upset that his clothes have gotten dirty already, after he picked out such
a special outfit. He fights back his tears though---he doesn't want his new
"friends" to think he's a cry baby.

For their credit, neither of them seem to notice. They are walking further
back into the trash piles, until they disappear down a narrow corrider of
bursting open trash bags and what appears to be some scrapped furniture
piled haphazardly.

Theo follows them back until they come to a smaller clearing, and in the
middle of that small clearing is a mattress. It's lying on top of a bunch
of those stinky black trash bags, and it looks lump and misshapen, but Theo
guesses it's about the size of his parent's mattress. Unlike his parents'
mattress, it doesn't have any sheets or anything---just a big, weird
looking brownish stain that runs across half of it.

The boy wonders to himself, is this it? Is THIS where I'm finally going to
have sex? He'd pictured himself having sex in his own bed, or other places
in his house, or maybe at some unknown man's apartment. He'd even
envisioned himself with Isaac's dad and uncle in the same spot where his
young friend from the club had lost his virginity only a week ago. Never in
a million years had he expected to get dicked on some filthy mattress in
the middle of a trash dump on an incredibly hot afternoon. Did they really
expect him to...

 "Come kneel on this mattress, fag boy," Hal says.

Theo pulls his eyes from the mattress to look at the two men standing at
the top of it. His new friends are now naked, save for the dirty work boots
they've been wearing. He sees their discarded jump suits strewn over a
nearby rusted shell of a car.

Theo takes a moment to appreciate the difference between their bodies, now
that he can see them in full. Jerome, the younger one, is thin as a rail
and doesn't have much body hair aside from a bush above his cock (which he
is stroking fast, with a leering look on his face). Hal has a lot more meat
on him---mostly muscle, though a bit of a gut too. And he's covered in
hair---the same gray and black curly stuff that covers his low hanging nuts
cralws up his stomach and chest.

"Don't make him ask again," Jerome says. "Trust me, he hates that." This
causes both men to laugh.

Nervously, Theo steps forward until he's on the mattress. He feels it
squish under him, and he's thankful he chose shorts---not only because it's
so hot, but because when he drops to his knees, none of his nice clothes
have to touch the disgusting mattress.

Theo feels incredibly small (because he is) as he kneels down and the two
naked black men step onto the mattress so they are on either side of
him. He's thankful they are closer---he much prefers the smell of their
sweaty musk over the stink of the garbage all around them.

Without warning, Jerome grabs his cock by its base and slaps it hard
against Theo's cheek. "You ever sucked a dick before, lil boy?" he asks.

*SLAP* A hard, wet slap on Theo's other cheek tells the boy that Hal has
decided to join in the cock-slapping fun too. "Yeah, faggot, ever sucked a
big black cock like this?"

Soon both men are hammering the poor little boy with their dicks, asking in
various rude ways if the child has ever sucked cock. Finally, through his
weed-induced, horny little stupor, Theo is able to cry out, "No! I haven't
sucked before!"

"Well, you gonna now," Hal says gruffly. The older man reaches forward and
hooks his thumb inside Theo's mouth, and yanks down the boy's lower jaw.

Theo wanted to try and tell the man that he would suck---that he wanted to,
and that the man didn't need to yank his jaw. Theo was willing to open his
mouth.

"Stick out your tongue, boy," the older man commands, and without a
moment's hesitation, Theo nods. He'd seen enough porn to know how this
works. When a man tells you to stick out your tongue, you do it.

And then, within seconds, Theo has not one, but two big black dicks vying
for entry into his mouth.

At first, neither of them really tries to force their way into his
orifice. The two men seem to have some fun slapping their massive dark
erections all over the confused little white boy's face. Because both of
these men are so excited about what they know is about to go down, Theo's
tiny little pink face hole is suddenly flooded with salty preseminal fluid
from those two giant cocks.

"Eyhhhhmmm" Theo says, at first moaning with his tongue out, and then he
finds his mouth completely filled with Hal's enormous black cock head. Theo
realizes that he does indeed need Hal's help with his jaw, because there is
no way he would have been able to fit in the head, let alone the two more
inches Hal gives to the kid before he pulls out.

"Yeahhhh fuck," Jerome says lewdly as he watches a string of thick white
spit (likely mixed with precum) extend from his manager's cock head to the
boy's parted lips. "Lemme try."

Theo only manages to get two gasps of air before Jerome takes his
turn. Though Jerome's slimy cock head wasn't nearly as "filling" as Hal's,
the younger man seems eager to put his length to work and snake his cock as
far down the little throat as it can possibly go. For the first time, but
not the last, Theo discovers what it is like to have a man's engorged sex
organ lodged in his esophagus, blocking any chance he has at breathing
fresh air.

Perhaps it was the dank weed they'd all been smoking in the cab (yes,
second-hand smoke is a real thing), but all three of the sex partners seem
to lose track of time. The dirty garbage men are having a ball (literally)
trying to get more and more of their cocks down Theo's face hole. And for
his part, Theo is just trying to get enough air between assaults to
breathe.

Eventually, Theo is doing a pretty good job of swallowing all that black
cock. Not that he has much choice� --but he is gagging less and less
as the men go deeper and deeper, until eventually Theo's little upturned
nose is getting buried in both of the black, curly bushes of pubic hair on
either side of him.

While they continued to pummel his throat, the men are casually discussing
the boy and his fate.

"You really think we can open his cunt?" Jerome asks Hal.

"I don't see why not. Faggot was begging for it, wasn't he?" The older man
responds.

Eventually, the men get tired of just talking about it, and decided it's
time.

"You know I get first dibs on his pussy, right?" Hal says sternly to his
colleague,

"You always get first dibs," the younger man complains.

Hal ignores this and gruntd, "Get him on all fours. Gonna fuck him like the
bitch in heat he's acting like."

That bitch in heat doesn't have time to ask what it means to be "in heat,"
because Jerome is used to taking orders and immediately gets down onto the
mattress to put the boy into position.

"Aw fuck," Hal says.

"What's the matter, boss?" askes the teen.

"I gotta fuckin' take a piss..."

Jerome laughs at this as he stopped trying to put the boy into
position. "You gonna go all the way back up the hill? Cause by the time you
get back I'm gonna be balls deep in this pussy."

"Fuck that," the older man says. "I ain't gonna risk it. I know Brick says
we ain't supposed to piss on the garbage anymore, but fuck it. He won't
come down here."

The man grabs his fat, still rigid cock and points it down at the mattress,
not a foot away from where Theo is now kneeling, staring up at the two
men. He crinkles his little nose in disgust as a spurt of yellow urine
pushes out of the man's cock, followed by a heavy, steady stream.

"Fuck, you pissing is making me want to piss," Jerome says. "Shouldn't have
had all those beers." The teenaged garbage man stands up, on the other side
of Theo, and before the little boy knows it, there were now two heavy
streams of yellow piss in front of him.

A few tiny droplets of it land on the little boy, and again he pulls a
grossed-out face, but the men weren't fooled. Despite his expression,
Theo's eyes keep darting back and forth between the two enormous black
members in front of him.

"You're getting it all over the mattress!" Theo whines. He tries to back
away as the piss soaks more of the already-filthy mattress he was squatting
on.

"Awww, you want dick but you're afraid of a little piss?" the older man
says. "You wanna play with garbage men, you gotta be ready to get dirty."
Then Hal does something that makes Theo feel a rush of anger, disgust, and
arousal. The man gives his large penis a jerk, sending a spray of his
yellow urine across the front of Theo's neatly pressed little button-down
shirt.

"Hey!" Theo squeals. "My mommy picked out this sh---"

Theo stops in mid-sentence when he feels something warm and wet hit the
back of his head. Instinctually, he turns around to see what it is, which
is a big mistake. Apparently, Jerome has decided that he has to piss as
well. Theo turns just in time to receive the second, continuous jet of piss
from the teen's cock squarely between the eyes.

With the tension broken, both men just start blatantly pissing all over the
child. Within moments, Theo's shirt and shorts and even his little socks
are soaked with the fragrant beer-piss from the two negro cocks pointing at
him.

Theo can feel hot tears burning at his face, but he doubts either man
notices, because they keep swiping their piss streams over his eyes and
mouth and nose. But at the same time, Theo can't help but notice that he
feels more aroused, more turned on, than he ever has before. He can feel a
strange rumbling somewhere deep inside him---it makes him think of the
volcano project they did at school, where they added two ingredients to
make something bubble up and overflow. But what was it bubbling inside him
now?

Finally, after what seems like hours, both men finish their piss at about
the same time. They laugh as they shake the last few droplets on the
trembling little rich boy.

"Well, better get him out of those nasty clothes now so he can get fucked,"
Jerome grunts.

Immediately, both men seize little Theo and start tearing his clothes
away. In moments, he's completely naked, except for his adorable brand new
light-up sneakers. In some ways, the child feels relieved to have his
piss-soaked clothes off him. But he's never felt more exposed in his life,
completely naked on his back on the wet mattress, with these two men
standing over him.

"Get his legs behind his head," Hal commands

Before Theo can even process that sentence, the two men are on him. Jerome
comes up behind his head, reaches forward, and yanks both of Theo's ankles
until they are indeed by his ears. Good thing the boy was flexible.

Theo doesn't fully realize it, but at this point, there really is no going
back. His precious, pure, untouched little pink rich-boy butthole is on
display for all the world to see, or at least these two black garbage
men. By the way they are groaning and muttering to each other, it's pretty
clear they like what they see.

"Jesus, look at my head against his little pink pucker," Hal says, and Theo
finds himself with two black, hairy teenage balls in his face as the
younger man leans forward to get a look.

Theo's not able to see of course, but I'm sure you can imagine how his pale
skin looks almost transluscent as the older man slides his obscenely large
purple-ish black cock head up and down the boy's crack. Each time it passes
over the pink hole, it fully eclipses the tiny slot, leaving a trail of
slimy precum in its wake.

"Hand me the condoms and lube," Hal says.

There is a pause. "I thought you brought that shit..."

Theo sees the two men look at each other, and watches as the man who is
currently teasing his hole puts on an angry expression. "You little
motherfucker! You never fucking listen, do you? I told you to bring the
condoms and lube and---"

"I thought you had some! You always keep some down here!"

The men begin to bicker back and forth, and little Theo can only lay there
on his back helplessly, his legs hiked up and his little hole on
display. Despite the heated argument about safe sex, Hal continues to rub
his slimy, fat, black cock head up and down over the boy's spot, driving
Theo simply out of his mind.

After following the conversation like a tennis match, finally Theo decides
to pipe up. He's so confused, he just wants to get on with it.

"W-what's a condom?" he asks in a trembling voice.

There's a long pause, and then both of the men over him start laughing
hysterically, and share a high-five.

"Well, I guess that answers that question!" Jerome says, slapping his boss
on the back.

"Yep, I'm going in bare!"

And that's all the warning Theo gets before his virginity is ripped away
from him. As soon as Hal realizes that Theo has no concept of safe sex, he
knows he's in the clear to push ahead and show the little boy what happens
when you flirt with a man three times your size and seven times your age.

Theo's high-pitched screams echo throughout the mountains of trash around
him, but it's no use. The two garbage men have had enough fun down here to
know that the boy can cry out all he wants---no one is going to rush into a
dump to save him.

Without worrying, Hal pushes on, staring down as he watches his thick, dark
meat disappear inch by inch into the unbelievably tight little sphincter
that is too weak to stop his movement. The boy's hole is already stretched
in an obscene O around the man's cock, but that doesn't stop him from
shoving another two or three inches into the squirming kid, until the boy
is resting with the fattest part of Hal's cock (aside form his head) lodged
right where it counts.

Hal is already sweating, and he wipes his brow as he says to his colleague,
"Go ahead and stuff his other end. We don't want him screaming when I start
to fuck."

This brings Theo back to his senses for a moment, and he manages to say
"No, wait, I---" before the younger garbage man is at his head, lowering
his dark cock and hefty balls over the boy's protesting mouth. Before Theo
can get out another word, he is once again experiencing the unique taste of
a sweaty BBC in his mouth.

Jerome squats over his face, pushing his long teenaged cock down like a
dipstick into the boy's face. In just a few thrusts, he's able to snake his
member down into the boy's throat. When he's firmly lodged there, doing
little strokes that batter the boy's tonsils, he says, "All good to go,
Boss."

"Fuck yea," the older man grumbles. "Now open that pussy up for me."

Theo, of course, has no choice in the matter. Hal's rock-hard, girthy
member does the opening for him, pushing slowly forward and forward and
forward, until finally the man can see his black-and-gray bush of pubes
pressed firmly against the pale, trembling cheeks of the little white
whore.

"That's it, little faggot bitch," the man says. "Take all this black dick."
Making good on his promise to fuck the kid, the older man begins to thrust,
slowly withdrawing his obscenely thick meat until he can see his cock head
pulling the boy nearly inside out. Then he plunders back in again, working
up a healthy rhythm to really lay the pipe for the kid.

Taking the cue from his boss, Jerome decides to introduce the little boy to
the concept of a sincere throat fucking. Without dislodging his penis from
the boy's throat, the young teen agilely swivels around, so he's in a
pushup position. Then he begins his own rhythm of thrusting, forcing his
long cock so deep into the boy's gullet that Theo can't help but cough and
spit up around the invading member.

Neither of the men seem disturbed at all boy the boy's clear
struggles. They simply continue to speed up their spitroasting, using
language that is somehow filthier than the mountains of stinking garbage
all around them.

"I'm gonna tear this little rich cunt a new... uh... cunt!"

"Ah fuck, he's really giving me that gawk gawk... Little suck slut..."

"Damn, this pussy is READY for this dick. FUCK!"

Theo doesn't quite agree with that last statement, but he is in no position
to verbally disagree (given the 8 or so inches lodged in his throat). The
little boy does fortunately have some time to reflect on the situation he's
gotten himself into though, because both of these men are trying to make
this fuck last as long as it can.

Of course, the searing pain in his bum and the fact that he can only get a
gasp of air every couple minute makes it hard to have a coherent thought
for too long. But through the pain, Theo wonders when he'll start feeling
the funny feelings that Isaac described. He's shocked that the littlest
member of the club could go through what he's going through---with two
cocks instead of one! He had to be brave, but it hurt so much. And what was
a condom anyway?

Theo's train of thought is broken when he hears the older man say, "I gotta
breed this bitch. Can't take it much longer..."

"Yeah, nut in him so I can get up there!" Jerome cheers on the older
man. And that's all it takes.

Theo doesn't have time to reflect on what the word "breed" means before Hal
shows him. With a monstrous roar, the older man throws back his head, stabs
his hips forward as hard as they'll go, and unleashes a torrent of cum
right into the kid's formerly virginal guts. The man grunts like a pig as
he unloads, going lightheaded as his cock pumps over and over into the
child.

Theo can feel the hot cum splattering his insides, and he feels a wide
range of emotions which are overwhelming for his underdeveloped brain. In
part, he's disappointed that the first cumshot he would potentially get to
see is invisible, happening deep in his bowls. But that makes him so
thankful that he's taking it up his cunt, just like the men he's seen in
the movies.

The smell of the older man's sweat and sex, combined with the hot garbage
and the pungent black nutsack pooling over his nostrils, make the little
boy feel completely filthy. I am a filthy pig, he thinks to himself---and
then he feels it again. A rumble deep inside him, something awakening.

But that feeling is disrupted when the older man withdraws his cock slowly,
eliciting a delightful squeal from the boy as he pops the head out. He's
shot so much sperm into the kid, it's already leaking out of his bruised
little pucker in thick globs, but it's not like the dirty mattress is going
to mind.

Theo feels another sensation---relief. As much as he wanted the fucking he
just got, he's happy it's over. His hole is still screaming, and his legs
are tired. He misses his comfy house, with the clean floors and the good
smells.

But Theo, being a child who is still pretty inexperienced around men is
being naive, because even as the men were withdrawing from his body, they
were already talking about the next position they want him in.

"Wait... I... I wanna go home."

Once again, there is a long silence, followed by the men howling with
laughter.

"Home?" Jerome says, coming around to the other end of the mattress. "You
missing your cartoons or something?"

"Fuck boy, unless you got a ride outta here, I don't think you're going
home yet," Hal says, now situated at Theo's front end. "Plus, you made a
mess outta this fat black dick. Gotta clean that up."

Theo scrunches up his nose at the idea. The older man's semi-hard, bloated
cock is dangling in front of his face. It's absolutely coated in slime,
some of which Theo recognizes as white globes of cum. The rest of the
slime, however, must have come from his own ass.

The man is poking it at his face, but Theo is keeping his lips
tight. There's no way he's going to take that filthy thing in his mouth.

Then feels the younger man's hands on his hips, and he's flipped over onto
all fours in the blink of an eye. Then, just as quickly, the younger man is
pressing his cock at his hole. Theo's battered little entrance doesn't
stand a chance---it's still trying to get back in shape after the last cock
left a gaping hole, which makes it supremely easy for Jerome to press in
and keep pressing until the boy is full again. And then some.

This of course causes Theo to open his mouth to scream, but only a tiny
little yap comes out before his mouth is once again full with black
cock. But this time, it's different. As soon as the taste of the slimy dick
hits the little boy's mouth, something changes in him.

Hal says, "Oops, got a bit more piss for ya," and squirts a bit more of his
urine into the boy's gullet, and that's what does it.

Theo has his first orgasm.

Somehow, being such a filthy, depraved little piggy boy sends this prim and
proper rich slut into boygasm overdrive. His mind is racing as he feels the
waves of it course through his body---if he weren't impaled on two BBCs,
he'd probably look like he was having a seizure.

Jerome, for his part, doesn't pay much attention to baby's first
orgasm. Sure, he notices that the boy's hole seems to be more open for him,
and he takes that as an opportunity to start really pile-driving into the
child with every inch of that dark dick he's got.

Hal, on the other hand, does notice the shift in the child. Perhaps it's
because Hal is older, and is more sensitive to these things. Or maybe it's
because one of the ways Theo finds he can cope with the overwhelming
feeling of an orgasm is by transforming into a serious suck slut.

It's a good thing, too, because the older man has more than just "a bit" of
piss for the kid. For as long as Theo lives, he will always remember that
his very first orgasm was tainted with hot piss from some man he barely
knew. Not exactly a life of romance lined up for the kid, but hey, that's
what happens when you wanna play with the big boys.

Despite his waning boygasm, Theo has renewed energy for this
ordeal. Somewhere in his little brain, he realizes that this kind of
filthy, perverted sex is what he's needed all along. He becomes incredibly
hungry not for just the cocks inside him, but specifically for all of the
slime coating the older man's cock.

"Damn, kid is hoovering me!" Hal exclaims at this new development. "I was
starting to wonder whether this baby boy really DID want to have sex with
us grown men. But I guess this answers my question."

"That's fuckin' right," Jerome agrees. "Was about to nut anyway, but now I
can really pound." The teenager starts thrusting his hips faster than
before, pushing Theo further and further onto the cock entering his throat.

Unlike his boss, Jerome isn't a screamer when he cums. Instead he just
mumbles, "Fuckin squirtin' this nut up that pussy," and makes good on his
word by adding another giant load to the boy's already brimming fuck
tunnel.

Having been born with such a silver spoon in his mouth, greed comes easy to
Theo. Slipping into the role of greedy cock pig feels almost like home,
which is why he doesn't put up much protest when the men swap places again.

At some point, the three sex partners come to a silent realization. No one
says it out loud, but it's clear to everyone that Theo has a filth fetish,
and in particular, he's a big fan of ass to mouth. He doesn't mind the
occasional squirt (or gallon) of piss along the way.

***

There's no telling how long these two men would've defiled the little boy,
if they weren't interrupted by the dirty, beat up pickup truck barreling
toward them through the piles of garbage.

At that moment, Theo was bent over the hood of a rusty abandoned car
missing its roof. Hal was back inside his cunt, pounding away while
standing up, while Jerome was spread out on the hood of the car, having his
sweaty nutsack worshipped by the child. Theo's little legs dangled several
feet off the ground as he got stuffed with more black cock than most porn
stars could handle.

"Fuck, it's Brick!" Jerome says, scrambling off the hood of the car.

"Who's Brick?" Theo thinks to himself somewhere through the haze of his
greedy slurping of the hairy balls he rolls around in his newly stretched
mouth.

He lets out a breathy groan as he feels Hal pull out of him, and without
the cock to hold him up, he slumps to the muddy ground by the tire of the
car, sperm leaking out of both his ends.

"What the FUCK did I say about fucking whores during work?" roars the man
who steps out of the pickup truck.

Theo is terrified when he sees the man, who seems almost as big as the
truck himself. He estimates the man is about Hal's age, if not older. He's
not black like Theo's current suitors---he's white, with a scruffy grey
beard, and similar hair running down his thick arms and coming up around
the collar of his white t-shirt.

The man isn't wearing a uniform either---he's just got on a pair of baggy,
muddy workpants under his sweaty shirt. He's large, not muscular like Hal
or defined like Jerome. The man is round, with a big hairy belly that Theo
can see under his shirt.

"What kind of slut have you dragged down here this time, hmm? Oh... Oh
fuck."

It's at that moment that Brick, the dump manager, lays his eyes on Theo,
the dump cumdump.

"Is that... is that a fucking LITTLE BOY?" the man yells. "What the fuck??"

"Now hold on, Brick," Hal says, stepping in front of Theo and trying to
cover his manhood with both hands, which isn't nearly enough to do the job.

"Yeah, we can explain," Jerome says, taking a similar stance.

But the beefy, hairy man is growing red in the face, and Theo can sense
he's angry.

"Where the fuck are his parents?" he roars.

"They gave him to us... for the day..." Jerome says.

"The GAVE him to you? So you could... what? Fuck him up?"

"Nah... that was his idea," the older man says. "Honest!"

"Don't fucking lie to me. There's no way that kid asked for this kind of
treatment!"

"Honest, boss, he did!" Hal says. "Tell him, slut!" He nudges Theo with his
foot.

Theo is dazed and frightened... This new man is scary, and he's terrified
the man is going to tell his parents what he's done. So he decides the only
way forward is to tell the truth.

"It's... It's true," Theo said. "I... wanted...I want this. I love
it. It's... I asked for it!"

Brick stares down at the child, his face twisted into an expression of
shock, disgust, and blatant horniness.

"Get the boy's clothes and get in the fuckin' truck. Take him home to his
parents."

"Yes boss," the men say in unison, and begin to scramble to grab the boy's
clothes.

But before they can dress him, Brick interrupts. "I didn't say get him
dressed yet. Throw the clothes in the back of the truck. He's riding with
me."

The entire group turn to look at the garbage truck that brought Theo into
this twisted place. The back is open, and there's about four feet of hot
garbage inside. Some of it is in bags, and some of it is wet,
unidentifiable mess strewn about.

"No, wait! Those are my nice clothes!" Theo cries as he sees Jerome pick up
his clothes and tosses them carelessly in amongst the garbage.

"Don't worry, this stuff ain't going anywhere but to your house with the
rest of us," Brick says. "Now you two bozos get in the front. I'm gonna try
this boy out before we get him back to his mommy and daddy."

And with that, the new man bends down, grabs Theo under the arms, and
slings him over his shoulder. The man hefts his large body into the back of
the truck, demonstrating just how strong he is under that gut, and tosses
the boy down into the garbage.

Theo feels something wet and sticky squish beneath him, and he's pretty
sure it's not just the semen dripping out of him. But he doesn't have a
chance to see what it is, because as soon as Brick is in the back of the
truck with him, he tells Hal to hit a button on the side of the truck, and
the opening at the back of the truck begins to close.

The shaft of early-afternoon light slowly moves across the piles of
garbage, and the boys twisted little body, until it's completely dark. Now,
the only lights in the room are coming from Theo's little light-up
sneakers, and a flashlight the man has pulled out from the pocket of his
pants. When he lights it up, it gives the effect of someone telling a ghost
story around a campfire.

Theo's feeling nervous, and now that there's no fresh air coming in, the
smell of the hot garbage beneath him makes him feel like he's going to pass
out. This feeling is only made worse when the man he's just met---Brick
they call him---grabs him by the back of the neck and pulls him up so the
little child is resting on the hairy man's large belly.

"Give Uncle Brick a kiss," the man grunts, and just like that, little Theo
has the first "adult kiss" of his life. It's not the most romantic kiss,
given that it's happening with a total stranger old enough to be his
grandfather, in the back of a garbage truck, with several black loads
seeping out of his swollen cunt.

Theo's eyes shoot open wide as the man pushes his thick tongue into his
mouth. The boy can taste the man's cigarettes, but he has no choice to
accept the sloppy kiss since the man's bearded mouth completely envelopes
Theo's lips.

It's gross to the boy, but he quickly forgets about it when he feels the
man's thick paw reaching down to part the child's lily-white ass
cheeks. Theo moans into the man's mouth as the garbage dump boss dips his
thick, hairy, filthy fingers into the creamy and pink mess that used to be
a butt hole. The truck rumbles to life, and soon the man and boy are
bouncing along as the truck leaves the dump.

"Lil faggot has a hungry pussy," the man says, breaking the kiss and
starting to disrobe. In no time, his wife beater is off and his pants are
around his ankles. "Go suck some dick boy."

Theo is still so horny from his harrowing afternoon that he doesn't have to
be told twice. He scoots down, his little red light-up sneakers leading the
way, until he's got his face buried the large man's hairy crotch.

And what a crotch it is. There is just enough light for Theo to make out
the new monster he's faced with. The third man cock he's ever seen in real
life isn't as dark as the two pieces of meat he's already dealt with today,
but it's just as intimidating. Though it isn't as long as the two black
men, what Brick lacks in size he makes up for in girth. It reminds Theo of
a slinky---that's the only thing his little brain comes up with to explain
the man's thickness.

It also didn't take long for Theo to find out that Brick is a grade-A cock
leaker. His thick slab of old man meat is burping up globs of precum, which
drip from the man's thick---

Well, Theo hadn't come across the word "foreskin" in his grade school
education, but that's exactly what catches his attention. It's thick,
almost like leather, the way it curls over the old man's glistening glands.

As that slimy thick piece of skin slides back, Theo chases after it, and
then takes the old man's slimy, sweaty cock head right into his
mouth. Because he's getting that feeling in his tummy again---his spidey
sense that knows something FILTHY was about to happen---Theo finds himself
sucking HUNGRILY at that cock. Even though the man can't see much in the
dark, Theo wants to be sure the man sees the hunger in Theo's eyes. Theo
was sending the man a message:

"Whatever filthy thing you want, please do it! I need another boygasm
thingie!"

The man, of course, absolutely can read the boy's expression---not that it
mattered. Brick isn't the kind of man who worries about whether or not he
he's grossing out his sex partner---even if that sex partner is a kid that
he knows virtually nothing about.

Which is why the man keeps spreading his legs wider and wider. At first
Theo thinks it was due to the bumps in the truck as they turn through the
suburban streets of the strangest neighborhood on Earth.

As the man's legs spread, Theo begins to think the man wants a ball
wash. Theo starts lapping at the man's egg-shaped balls, tickling the man's
copious gray and black pubes which coated his musky, wrinkled sack.

Brick has to admit, it felt pretty good, but that wasn't what he was after,
so he decides to use his flashlight to show the boy what he really wants.

Theo pulls back and stares wide-eyed at what's under the spotlight. The
man's two enormous melon-shaped hairy ass cheeks are spread wide, and his
pube-coated sweaty pucker is on display.

Theo only has a moment to take it in before the man grunts, "Suck my
shitter, ya little piglet."

It's hard to say how Theo's little brain interpreted this command. Surely
he hadn't thought of doing such a thing before---hadn't seen it during any
of his late-night porn binges. Did he recognize the words enough to know
that the man wanted it? He didn't know any adults who used such language...

Whatever it was, it only takes a few seconds for him to act on his newfound
desire to taste a man's butt hole. He dives in tongue first, somehow
translating his crash course in adult kissing into the ingredients for what
would be a very sloppy sphincter makeout sesh.

Theo doesn't seem at all disturbed by the long, curly gray hairs that coat
the man's hole---in fact, he finds himself sucking on them in between long
dips of his little kitten tongue into the man's anal cavity.

All the while, Brick is trash talking the little cum dumpster.

"Yeah you little piggy, you like that sweaty man hole, don't you? Yeah,
suck that hole. You're getting me close, boy."

Brick is close, but Theo is closer. The intoxicating aroma of the adult
hole he's slurping on is getting to him, and when he feels the man's hole
begin to flex as the man approaches his own orgasm, Theo finds himself
about to boygasm.

The wave is just as intense as the ones he'd had earlier, getting pissed on
and cunted hard, but this time, he knew to expect it, and was looking
forward to riding the wave as he continued to suckle hole.

Unfortunately, Brick has a different idea.

"C'mere and let me breed ya," he says as he sits up, reaches down, and
grabs the little boy under the armpits.

Theo is fully in the throes of his cresting boygasm, and can do nothing as
the man flips him over, until he is face down, ass up in the mountains of
trash backs and mysterious liquids beneath them.

The good news is, Theo's little pussy is still stretched out from the
brutal fucking he'd had only a few minutes ago, by the two men driving down
his own street.

The bad news is that Brick knows the route well enough to know that he
doesn't have time to give the little boy's hole the same generous treatment
Hal and Jerome had given it.

No, Brick is about to cum, and the truck is about to stop, which means he
is going to bust into that hole like he owns the place. Theo's screams are
muffled by the trash beneath him as he feels the man's beer can cock
stretch him in ways he didn't think possible.

"I'm fucking BREEDING you, faggot," the man grunts, and then he makes good
on his promise and begins emptying the content of his balls into the
child's screaming, pulsating abyss. Brick releases rope after rope of his
thick cream into the child, and the sounds of their mutual grunts and
screams---at vastly different pitches---make a very peculiar sound.

Luckily, the only people around to hear it are Jerome and Hal, who have
parked the truck and come around back. The two men stand there grinning as
the electronic door of the garbage truck opens up. The late afternoon
sunlight illuminates the shocking scene inside.

To a stranger, it would almost look like two pigs had gotten into the
trash, although, one would have to be a boar, and the other a wee little
piglet. Of course, Hal and Jerome expect nothing less.

The two men politely wait for the man and child to finish their respective
orgasms, and then stood sentinel as the two scrounge around for their
clothes and get dressed. They hear Theo still whimpering, and at one point,
snicker when they hear him wail, "All my clothes are ruined!"

When they have the boy dressed and out onto the street again, all three men
take one last look at him. He really is a mess---his once neatly pressed
clothes are stained red, and only one of his shoes is still lighting
up. His mop of reddish brown hair is matted in places with lord knows
what...and the boys knees are shaking so fiercely he can barely stand.

"Well, thanks for the fun time, kid," Hal says.

"Yeah, good fuckin' and all," Jerome adds.

Brick just nodded and grunted at the boy he's just met and bred, and then
leads his two employees back to the truck.

"Wait.. what am I supposed to tell my parents?" Theo calls out---but the
men can't hear him over the sound of their truck starting up. With a puff
smoke that makes Theo cough, the garbage truck leaves him right there on
the curb with the rest of the trash.



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