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Subject: Storm Cellar – Part 6 Storm Cellar – Part 6 By Ferris ail Please donate to . You can donate here: fty This is fiction. If you would like to be notified when a new story or installment will be released, please email me with the name of the story. I welcome correspondence. ____________ James fell asleep on the couch. He had crashed there after getting himself off on the porch. But he was unsatisfied and felt sick with his new lust. How could he find someone like Wrigley to use? How had Wrigley’s man accomplished it? Did he just ask Wrigley if he wanted to be impaled on his cock one day while Wrigley helped him with his groceries? He half laughed at the thought even though that’s essentially what the man had done. As he drifted to sleep, he seethed with envy, regretting that he’d never even gotten use to a woman’s ass. His wife had assured him that it was impossible for his ten-inch cock to fit in her ass — or anyone’s for that matter. But tiny Wrigley had taken that man’s cock, which James was sure couldn’t be much smaller than his. He awoke on the couch late on Sunday to sounds from the kitchen. Wrigley was eating something finally. He’d starved himself yesterday — part of his instructions for a clean hole. James rolled off the sofa, nodded at Wrigley, and went upstairs and into bed with his wife. He caught up on sleep, and when he awoke, the house was empty. A text on his phone invited him to join his wife and sister at the river if he wanted. They’d gone with friends. He rubbed his head and went for the shower. He left for the river, hoping to get his mind set on something other than lust and envy that had guided his poor choices last night. He drove past the grocery store, honking his car’s horn gently to greet Wrigley who was collecting carts in the lot. Wrigley waved. His route brought him near 447 Wheelock, and his mind returned to its state last night on the porch. He detoured briefly just to drive by, unable to resist. He turned on Wheelock, drove by slowly, and turned left just ask the man was exiting the alley in his car. They each lifted one finger from their steering wheels, acknowledging one another as they passed. James studied his rear-view mirror, seeing a young girl in back seat. No boy, though. James made the block and looked down the alley as he drove past. The boy was shooting hoops at the back of their garage. James parked his car on the street and walked quietly down the alley. The boy was focused on making long shots, and he didn’t notice James until he was only a few feet away. Catching James’ figure in the corner of his eye, the boy gasped. The garage was closed, and the only gate into the fenced back yard was on the front of the house. Behind the boy was a neighbor with a fence. He’d gotten to the garage by walking through the unfenced yard that was behind James. “My dad’s home,” the boy lied. “Can you go get him? I need to have a talk with him,” James threatened. “About what?” “I think you know.” The boy thought the man intended to tell his dad that the boy had been peeping on him in the cellar. “Don’t tell him! I won’t do it again! Please don’t,” the boy pleaded. “Do you know who he was with?” “The man from the grocery store?” “The kid,” James corrected. “He’s my nephew, and he’s 16.” “Yeah, ankara eve gelen escort he’s in the high school.” “You shouldn’t be watching that.” “I know! I’m sorry,” the boy pleaded. “Why were you? Did you like what you saw?” The boy hesitated. “Well, did you?” He looked at the ground. “What’s your name?” “Will.” “Well, Will. It’s okay if you liked that. But peeping isn’t nice, and I’m sure your dad wouldn’t like it.” “Yes, sir,” Will agreed. “Okay, well. I won’t tell if you promise to help me.” “Wait! Why were you there?!” James was prepared for this. “Well my nephew had snuck out of the house. I needed to know where he was going.” This was a lie. Wrigley had been given clear permission to come and go from James’ house as he pleased. “Now, are you going to help me?” James pressed Will with the question. “With what?” “If you liked what you saw, maybe you’d like to do some of it?” “You want to do what they were doing?” “Yeah, man. But only if you want to.” “I do. A lot,” Will said eagerly. He loved what he had seen. His father abusing Wrigley’s tight little hole. Wrigley squirming and writhing and cumming. “Awesome!” James hadn’t thought past that question. He knew he didn’t want to ask too much. The boy looked about the same size as Wrigley, but he wasn’t a 16-year-old runt. He was an overgrown boy. James felt a little uneasy about whether he was too young, but he thought that he’d probably have an even tighter, tinier hole than Wrigley would. And that made it worth it. “Like now?” Will looked around. He seemed eager, which James liked. “Do you know where your dad went?” “Reebs has to get new clothes and stuff.” “Who?” “Reba, my sister. Like school stuff. He’s bringing her to mom’s and they’re all going shopping in Mullens.” “Yeah. Now works, then. Want to go inside?” Will looked up at James sheepishly. His little prick tented his basketball shorts. He told James to hold on as he went around to the front gate, went in through the garage door in the back yard, and opened the garage door with the button. James stepped in, and the boy hit the button again. Alone in the garage, they looked at each other. Will watched as James’ monster cock inflated in his pants. The boy turned and left as James followed him. They went in the back door, and the boy got himself a glass of water in the kitchen. James followed, and his mind thought of the logistics. He didn’t have any lube, but there was probably something in the house they could use. The boy would need to clean himself. The boy offered James a glass as James noticed two pictures on the fridge. One was of Mrs. E’s 4th grade class. The other was Miss K’s 6th grade class. Will stood six inches taller than all the other kids in the picture. Will noticed James looking at the picture and lied, “That’s an old picture.” He left the kitchen and headed to his room, followed by James. On his shelves were dozens of trophies, mostly for basketball. James said, “You want to get to it?” His erection was fighting hard to be let loose. “Okay!” Will grinned, narrowing his eyes with horniness. “So there’s some stuff before,” James began to explain. “Like you have to wash your butt.” Will looked confused. James continued. “If you don’t, my dick will gaziantep escort get dirty.” “How would that happen?” “Because my dick will be pretty deep in there,” James explained, wondering what wasn’t syncing up. “In me?!” Will exclaimed. “Well, yeah.” “I thought you wanted me to put mine if your butt!” Will’s eyes were big. “That’s not what you saw in the cellar, was it?” “Well, no. I mean the grocery store kid is the small one and my dad is the big one. But… like… I thought that since you’re kin with the grocery store kid that you like… wanted the same stuff that he wanted.” “No, I want what your dad got,” James said clearly. “Well so do I.” “Oh, I gotcha, buddy. But I still want to put mine in your butt.” “Umm…” Will hesitated. “I don’t think I’d like that like the other guy does.” James was getting frustrated. “Well, you have to try.” “I don’t want to.” James toyed with the idea of making him. His cock leaked thinking about it. Will could smell his horniness and was a little scared. “Well, I guess I’ll have to tell your dad what I saw,” James threatened. Will’s mind raced, and he tried to think of how he could get out of this unscathed. What else could he give the man? “I could lick it like they did.” “Not good enough.” “What if you just licked my butt?” “I can do that, but only if my cock is going in after.” “It’s too big, Mr…” Will realized he didn’t know the man’s name. “Mr. Fredrick,” James replied, though his actual last name was Rhoades — the same name as his hardware store, which he didn’t want the boy to figure out. “Yeah that’s kind of the point — a really big dick for a really small hole.” “Oh so you just want someone small? Like Wrigley? Why not just him?” “Don’t want to with him. He’s kin.” “I think Wrigley isn’t the only one who’s visited my dad,” Will said. “What about one of them?” Will thought that sounded like a good solution. “Like who?” James asked, a little incredulously. “I dunno, but I figured out dad was sneaking out to the cellar as soon as we moved here.” “How long ago was that?” “Just before school started.” James realized that if that was true, the man had definitely been fucking someone other than Wrigley. He wondered if it was a boy, man, girl, or woman. “Hmm… Well I don’t want to make you do anything you don’t want,” James relented. Even though he wasn’t quite sure that was true. “So if you can help me find a guy like Wrigley, you won’t have to, and we’ll be square.” He stuck out his hand, and Will shook it, his shoulders relaxing. James was disappointed that he wasn’t going to get to feel a tight ass on his aching rod. But he liked the plan. He wanted a willing participant. He wasn’t too happy about having the sloppy seconds from Will’s dad. But he figured that the man might weed out anyone who couldn’t handle a big cock. Will was disappointed that he wasn’t going to get to put his dick in Mr. Fredrick, but he was happy he wouldn’t have to be used like Wrigley, which was something he knew he would hate. He liked the idea of being tasked with watching his dad. They hammered out their plans. James (or Mr. Fredrick to Will) suggested that they meet when Wrigley and Will’s dad were in the cellar. If Will saw that the person with his dad was Wrigley, ankara gerçek resimli escort he was to go outside and give James a report of if anyone other than Wrigley had been by since the last time they talked. If someone had and James liked the description that Will provided, Will would call James’ cell phone once and hang up from the phone in the kitchen the next time that person showed up. That way James could come see for himself and maybe try to figure out who the person was and how to contact them. James had Will repeat his phone number to him a few times, telling him he wasn’t allowed to write it down. He then had Will repeat the plan. When he was pleased that the boy knew what to do, he patted him on his head and told him to sit on the edge of the bed. “One last thing,” James said. “What is it?” Will looked nervous. “You still need to help me until I can find my own ass to fuck.” Will was a little pissed off — they’d already established that he wasn’t going to let the man fuck him. “Don’t worry. Not like that. Just get naked. I won’t even touch you.” Will undressed reluctantly, his hard little prick catching his underwear and smacking loudly into his tummy. He was a beautiful boy. Well developed for his age. A little baby fat. A firm, round, pink ass. His nipples were puffy and pink, and he had just a few hairs scattered on his crotch and under his arms. “Now lay on the bed and look up at me,” James demanded, fishing his horse cock from his fly. “You can play with your cock if you want but I want to see your butt and the hole. So pull your legs up and play with it a little.” Will complied, furiously pumping his little cock, thinking of his fist as a nice hole. He raised his boyish legs, giving James a view of the perfect pink little boyhole he wasn’t going to get. Will watched as James licked his palm and slowly massaged his glans. They watched each other. Will thought of his father pounding Wrigley and how he wanted to grow up to be just like him. James thought of how perfect Will’s tiny hole would feel around his aching ten-inch weapon. He licked his lips, itching to try the perfect virgin cunt displayed before him. Will came quickly, a little load squirting from his pecker onto his tummy. James walked to the boy’s face and beat his meat over the boy’s head, looking down at him as he pleasured himself and imagining the boy moaning at the end of his cock. “Keep playing with that hole, man,” James said to the boy. “Don’t just touch it. Put a little bit of your finger in.” James watched as the boy held his legs up with one hand and reaching into his butt with the other. He struggled to get the tip of his finger in. “Lick your finger. It’ll be easier.” Will did so and succeeded in penetrating his tight little pucker. It twitched around the tip of his pinky finger. “I love that little pussy, man. It looks so good,” James said encouragingly. “I bet it would feel so good on my cock.” The boy nodded and wiggled his pinky a little. James’ balls dangled over the boy’s face. They smelled fresh. Like the cellar did the day after Wrigley visited. He looked into the boys eyes as he approached his climax. “Do you want my load, boy?” James asked. Will nodded again as James unleashed a cannon of cum, aiming at the boy’s face and chest. The boy closed his eyes as cum splattered across his face and into his hair and mingled with the much tinier load he’d produced on his tummy. “What’s my number?” James asked, flopping his still leaking fire hose back in his pants. The boy repeated it. “Good. Get cleaned up and let me out through the garage.”

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