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Cole Strickland was hitched back in his office chair, languidly glancing at the monitors of the mansion compound, a myriad of cameras all in green-and-black night vision mode, which made the images seem more ghostly than real. His attention was more often focused on the small television set he had for company, it was broadcasting an old black-and-white movie, and the plot was, frankly, a foregone conclusion. People used to go to the movies the way they watched sitcoms these days; they didn't want real entertainment, they wanted day-to-day slice-of-life shows like this one.
What a hell of a job for an ex-Marine like him to end up in, playing nighttime baby-sitter for the rich idiots up in the main house? All his cameras captured was the perimeter, anyhow, if someone managed to slip past the monitors, say, while he was on his hourly foot patrol around the grounds, they'd be home free! Some security system! If he'd been on daytime guard, he would at least have the visitors and the cars to check in and out; as it was, he was a paid piece of lawn ornamentation.
Not that Cole wasn't ornamental, in his own way. The epitome of a Nebraska corn-fed farm boy, he had joined the Marines and turned his rather lanky eighteen-year-old frame into a twenty-five-year-old brawny god! He had always had a rather handsome face in the classical way; flat, square cheeks, cleft chin, straight, strong nose, steel-gray eyes, curly pale-brown hair; he looked like the bust of any one of a number of Greek gods rendered in marble.
His body belonged, though, on a rendition of Heracles, he had a massively huge chest, bulging biceps, immense upper-body in all directions, including a thick neck that strained to hold the distance beween his skull and his shoulders together. His waist was as trim as it had been when he was eighteen, a mere 22 inches in girth, and flat and taut enough to bounce quarters off of, if you and he had been so inclined to engage in such a test.
His legs were large enough in the thighs from his muscles that he had to have his security guard uniform specially-made, but he looked professionally sharp and clean and a figure to cut a glorious form to any regalia...only he was stuck on this ten o'clock at night to six o'clock in the morning shift, and there wasn't a single person to see him for days on end save for his fellow officers.
That fat slug who did the day work, Jesus! If a man pulled a gun on him, the bastard would faint dead away at the very sight. Some security guard, but he had seniority, and the white hairs on his head to prove it! Hell of a job to be doing, if the money wasn't so damned good....
So he had been thinking as the ending credits of the movie rolled past, when the door of his guard hut gave a deferential knock. He was as startled as if a ghost had appeared, but he recovered rose from his chair, and answered the door.
A young boy stood there, grinning up at him. "Hello, Mister!" he said easily. "Can I visit with you for a while?" The boy was in the neighborhood of seven years old, thin, black-haired, blue-eyed, cute as a button, and as out-of-place here as a warthog at a picnic.
"Kid, what are you doing out so late?" Cole demanded. "It's freaking two in the morning!"
"I know. I snuck out of my home, I wanted to see you," the boy said earnestly. "Please, can I come in?"
"Uh...yeah, come on in." Cole stepped back and the boy came in. The room was really too small for this, barely five feet in any direction, and the console and table in front of it took up the rest of the guard room. It was little more than a work cubicle with walls and a ceiling, he could talk to a car via an intercom through the bullet-proof window. Cole sat down and asked, "Okay, what do you want?"
The kid had no place to sit and requested, "Can I sit on your table?" The kid wore a t-shirt of blue and white wide bands running horizontally and below that, a pair of soft-cloth pants plus some slip-on shoes without socks.
"Huh? Sure, I guess," Cole said. The boy had no way to climb up, Cole hoisted him up and sat him in place, this had the boy's body blocking the view of most of the monitors but that didn't matter, these things were on camera on a 24-hour reel, they would capture anybody who came in, not that anyone would climb over those ten foot cyclone-wire fences with barbed wire on top quickly or easily. "Now, what was the big deal about meeting me?" Cole asked.
"I just...want to get to know you," the boy said bashfully. "You're so handsome and so strong, I just really wanted to see you a while."
"Oh. Okay," Cole had to smile at that. "I'm glad you like me, kid, you're kind of cute yourself, you know."
"I'm glad you like me, too," the boy looked behind him. "Kind of dull, watching those, isn't it?"
"Yeah, usually, but I have a television set," Cole thumbed a hand at the portable television set. "I can watch the monitors and the television set, so it's not too bad and I get paid."
"But you must get bored. And awful lonesome."
"Yeah, kind of. But what else can I do?" Cole smiled and shrugged.
"I know something you and I could do together. A game," the boy offered.
"Okay. I have a pack of cards, we could play Old Maid or something," Cole suggested.
The boy slid off the table and landed at Cole's feet. "My game is different. We play it with this," the boy reached up and put a slim fingered hand on Cole's crotch, his legs were spread out and the boy had no problem reaching there. "Would you like for me to play with you this way?" he smiled up at Cole as prettily as any woman Cole had ever encountered.
"I...I...I...Uh...."
The hand began to work at Cole's groin, the boy had found his private property there and was really working him like he knew just what to do and how to do it. Cole couldn't help it, he threw a boner that throbbed in his pants and made his junk more available to the boy's fondling as ever. "I think you want to play," the boy guessed. "You do, don't you?"
Cole drew in a deep breath with an audible hiss, and managed a nod, he couldn't bring himself to say the word.
"Can you scoot down a little for me?"
Cole did so, this unwrinkled the fly and the boy was able to then work the zipper and he did so, the metallic heavy-made zipper going, "Z-z-z-z-z-z-z-z-z-z-z-z-z!"
Cole moved into action then, he reached down and undid his belt, then the clasp at the top of his pants, and that freed the entire pants to open into a wide "V" showing the snow-white briefs he had on underneath, and Cole groaned as the boy leaned down and gnawed at the cotton fabric and the raging rod pulsing underneath. He'd thought about sneaking in a hooker in these wee hours to give him a humjob but now he had a boy trying to do it for nothing. Hell to the fuck yeah! "Uhhhhhh, uhhhhhh, mmmmmm, ahhhhhhhh, yeah, kid, yeahhhhhhhhhhhhh!" he grunted in encouragement.
The boy looked up at him. "Can you take it out for me? Maybe push your pants down out of the way?" he asked.
"Uhhhh, huhhhh, yeah, yeah, sure, kid, sure," Cole stood and wrestled his blue uniform pants and briefs down his muscled legs and with them down to his knees, he sat back down, perching his taut buttocks on the edge of the office chair and with its back to the table and the console of monitors, he was firmly ready for the boy's oral attention. His cock, fully revealed, was a monster worthy of the oversized owner it belonged to.
Cole's cock was a nine-inch, thick-girthed monster of an uncut dong, with a thick foreskin covering the shaft and the glans with a half-inch of extra skin above the tip, all of it in a much darker tone, a sand-brown, than Cole's own light "blanched almond" toned skin, a color halfway between off-white and beige. The veins made lines that bulged out the cockskin on the shaft, soft ridges here and there, none more than an inch or so long, and the entire dong was lightly curved upwards from the base, which attached to his body with a pair of surprisingly demure, small testicles inside a tightly drawn sac, the same dull color as the prong coated liberally with a dull brown hair much deeper shaded than his head hair.
The boy saw the leviathan from the musky cavern of Cole's crotch and he groaned and dove toward it like an eager virgin piously throws herself into the volcano to greet her god. His mouth landed on the prodigious pud, and he slurped with a salacious sound of saliva as he sank onto Cole's scepter of sex, swallowing the glans and the first few inches of the shaft as he doused the dong with his drool of devotion.
"Kuhh-huh-uh-uh-uh-uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Cole grunted as the boy's warm, wet lips gripped his pud. "That's it, boy, suck it, suck my damned dick, suck it good, really give it hell!"
The boy knew his fellatio, he slurped upwards, and as he dived back down, additional saliva was added to Cole's cockskin, letting the boy delve even deeper onto the prong, this time the lad gulped down nearly five inches of Cole's pulsing nine-incher.
"Guh-huhhhhh-huhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Cole moaned. "Yeah, do it, boy, do it, come on, faster, boy, faster!"
Five inches seemed sufficient to the child, for he settled for this and began to bob his head back and forth with an alacrity that belied his years. How could a mere boy of seven manage to learn to suck a man's prick so damned smoothly and effortlessly...and so eagerly? What kind of background did this boy have that he developed this skill? Whatever it was, it was Cole that was deriving the benefit right now and he wasn't going to ask or argue with it. "Huh! Huh! Huh! Huh! Gah! Ah! Hah! Huh! Hah! Huh! Uh! Huh!" he grunted as the boy's motions forced his body to express appreciation for each lunge down on his pecker.
Cole couldn't bear to remain sitting any longer, and he stood up and began to try to feed the boy his cock with his hips thrusting at the small face. His joy was insanely profound, he had never felt such unencumbered, unforced, delightfully tangle-free ecstasy as this. This boy had a hero-worship of him, and had sneaked in just for the purpose of getting a chance to slurp on his honker, and he had no guilt or burden to carry for this, no wife to support or girlfriend to entertain or hooker to pay, this was an expense-free delight! No consequences, no deceit, nothing but this moment, this desire, this blowjob, this wonderful PLEASURE!
"Ah-hah-ah-hah-ah-hah-ah-hah-ah-hah-ah-hah!" Cole groaned as his joy built up in him. "Jesus, kid, I'm so fucking close to coming, it hurts my fucking balls!" he moaned.
"Ohhhh, please, don't come yet!" the boy said, releasing him. "I want this to last, please!"
"Ahhhhh, ahhhhhh, ahhhhhhh, okay, okay, ahhhhhhhh!" Cole gasped. "Let me sit a moment and I'll try to recover a little."
"Thank you," the boy said and asked to be lifted onto the table again. Cole did so and panted, resisting the urge to start jacking his outraged dong.
The boy sat on the table with his legs dangling and dancing and he peppered Cole with questions about himself, but offered little information in return. His name was Russell, he was seven years and four months old, and he lived with an uncle because his mother didn't want him. He had never met his father. He had learned how to suck cock "around" and that was all Cole learned.
"Are you ready to go again?" asked Russell when Cole began to press him for more information about himself.
"I was ready long ago, but yeah," Cole agreed. His cock had deflated some, but surged to readiness once again.
"Good, 'cause this time I want you to fuck me."
"Fuck you? Here?" Cole looked around. There wasn't any real room to screw in.
"How about right here?" Russell offered.
Cole paused, then said, "Why not?" The table was just the right height for his tall frame, he could pull the boy's bottom forward and screw him with his body on the table.
He helped Russell divest himself of his pants and soon the boy was naked from his waist to his shoes, which he kept on at his own request. Cole stepped up to fuck the boy by laying him down on the table, but Russell insisted on staying upright, and Cole ended up with the boy barely on the table, Russell's warm, small body up against him, and the young face was right in his own, looking up slightly into his own eyes trustingly. His cock drove into the soft anus easily and smoothly, the boy was super-easy to fuck.
Russell clung to him as he began to thrust into the soft bowels, and the boy moaned, and he reached to kiss Cole, and Cole gave in (what the hell!), kissing Russell's soft, musky-scented lips and realizing what he tasted was the flavor of his own prong on those lips, his own manhood, damn, but he tasted good!
Stimulated, he groaned and lapped at the lips and kissed Russell harder, and his hips pounded at the boy's ass even more imperiously. He was in a heavy state of rut, his mind was cloudy with the desire to do nothing more than continue to pump his cock in and out, up and down, back and forth, to spend his entire life doing nothing else but jamming his prick in and humping this soft warm boy-ass night and day, week in and week out, for the rest of his life.
"Hah-hah-hah-hah-hah-hah-hah-hah-hah-hah-hah-hah-hah-hah-hah-hah-hah!" Russell panted as he kept kissing, holding Cole's face to his and not releasing him for one instant.
"Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh!" Cole grunted as he kept up the heavy pounding. "Grrrrrrr-uuuuuuhhhh-huh!" his frustration mounting as he felt his body resisting his urge to climax.
He dragged Russell off the table and held him in mid-air and fucked him like that, Russell's legs clung to him and he bobbed up and down on Cole's hard shaft as they rollicked in the delights of the flesh in its full glory.
"Ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhh, ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Russell gasped after a while. "I'm going to come, going to come!"
"Yeah, come on, squirt your little jizz, if you got any!" Cole growled. "I'm going to load your hot little ass with the biggest fucking load you've ever had in your entire fucking life!"
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, give it to me, now, please, now, give it to me now!" Russell begged him.
The words were the stimulant his body had been waiting on and Cole felt his climax's fuse igniting and the wick was short and burning bright! "UH-HUH, UH-HUH, UH-HUH, UH-HUH-UH-HUH-UH-HUH, UHHHHHHHHH, HUH-HUHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
His spooge blasted upwards into the gasping, squirming boy, Russell had hit his own orgasm at the same time as Cole and he was crying out but his young small noises were drowned out by Cole's roars of joyous ecstasy.
"HUH-UHHHHH, UH-HUHHHHHH, UH-HUHHHHH, UH-HUH, UH-HUH, UH-HUHHHH, HUHHHH, UHHHH UHHH, UHHHH, UH, UH uh, uh, uh uhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Cole finished and was drained, wiped out, exhausted. He staggered, and Russell slid from his body to stand and Cole fumbled his way to the chair and sat down, wiped out, panting hard and the world around him was spinning crazily.
When he finally got his bearings, he looked around and Russell was gone. Damn, he had wanted to get the boy's address before he left! That kind of hot young ass was worth keeping track of! Tiredly, he pulled up his pants that had fallen to his ankles during the fucking, and fastened them and checked the monitors, still quiet all over. Of course. He flicked the channels, trying to find something, anything, he could watch on the TV.
He checked out when the day shift got there and went home to sleep. He was awakened by a phone call around ten o'clock in the morning. "Strickland? Strickland!"
"Yeah, I'm here, what do you want?" Cole asked blearily.
"What the fuck happened last night?" the caller demanded.
"Who is this?"
"I'm Parson, the day shift, man, the mansion was robbed last night. The monitors show the criminals going in using ladders to go over a side gate, it's on the screens clear as day! How the fuck did you miss that, Strickland? Damn it, your ass is in a sling!"
"What, what, I didn't leave my post! When did this happen?"
"Last night around 2:10 in the morning, is when! They came back over the wall less than fifteen minutes later! Shit, man, you really fucked up, man, what happened?"
"Damn, I did take a quick break for a shit, then," Cole lied quickly. "They must have been watching the guardhouse for me to leave my post."
"Well, get your ass over here, and try to tell that to your employer, Strickland. If you had left your guardhouse, that would have been on the monitors!" *Click!*
Parson had hung up. Cole groaned. Busted! He was going to have to admit a lot more of what happened the night before.
Now he knew the real reason why the boy had come to visit him in the guardhouse!
THE END
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