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Standing in the door frame was Coach Ramirez.

“Coach…” Jeramie croaked, feeling very apprehensive all of a sudden. “Wh… what are you doing here?”

“Can’t a coach stop by to check up on one of his students?” Coach Ramirez wore a cheeky smirk as he pushed his way in. “I knew your dad wasn’t at home. His car’s not in the driveway.”

The door slammed shut behind Coach, who strode calmly past Jeramie into the kitchen. “So I thought I’d see if you needed a ride.”

“I can walk,” Jeramie replied, sounding a little less than happy. “And I have my bike.”

“Oh, I see.” Coach stopped, turning around at the dining table to rake his eyes up and down over Jeramie’s half-dressed form. “Then I guess you don’t need anything at all from me, huh?”

Jeramie watched as Coach reached down to pull at the crotch of his pants. A lump formed in the teen detective’s throat. Against his will, his eyes were drawn down to the bulge there. Jeramie could see the outline of Coach’s cock plainly.

Coach’s smile grew bigger. He knew the effect he was having. Reaching further down, he hefted up his balls and gave them a squeeze through the fabric.

Jeramie swallowed. “My dad’s…”

“Gone,” Coach Ramirez finished. “I know.”

There was a lot being left unsaid. A part of Jeramie was annoyed. This was his and Daddy’s private space—the house was where they went to get away from work and school to be together. Sure, Jeramie shared that with Ricky, but the boy next door was an exception. Coach Ramirez had come over uninvited. He had barged in without even waiting to be asked, and that was very rude.

On the other hand, Jeramie’s body was still desperately craving real cock. The doorbell had distracted him momentarily, but now that Coach was standing in the kitchen, he could focus on little else. It didn’t help that Coach was deliberately teasing him. Jeramie could see the whole outline of the older man’s cock underneath the fabric of his jeans. They looked tight enough to tear.

Jeramie knew there was enough cock inside those jeans to keep a boyslut satisfied for days, or even weeks.

“I…” Jeramie realized he’d been about to step toward Coach. Getting a grip on himself, he forced the foot back. “I don’t think now’s such a good…”

Coach waited, still rubbing his crotch invitingly. “Time?” he offered, finishing the sentence.

“Yeah.” Jeramie swallowed the lump in his throat again. “Ricky’s… he should be here soon.”

Coach took one step forward, still holding himself inside of his jeans. “You could just not answer the door,” he offered temptingly. “Play hooky for one day. Pretend you’re sick.”

The idea had already been circling around in the back of Jeramie’s head. Ricky had nudged him into doing that before. According to his best friend, everyone needed a little extra time off once in a while. It had become a tradition for them to fake a cold and spend the day playing video games together.

“Every boy needs a day for himself once in a while,” Coach said, echoing Ricky’s words inside Jeramie’s head. “We could have fun together. Just the two of us.”

Coach was standing in front of Jeramie now. Jeramie could see the fibers in Ramirez’s jeans. They were indeed straining against the pressure of such a huge, thick cock trying to get out.

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Todd waited and watched, hands gripping the wheel of the mighty semi truck. His son began to move down the length of his muscled body. Ricky explored every single square inch that his fingers could touch.

At last, his hands curled around Todd’s mule dick. “You’re so big, Daddy,” his son whispered with awe in his voice.

Todd chuckled, the sound laced with glowing pride. “That’s what some might call a two-hander,” he explained. “Now you know why, don’cha?”

“Yes sir,” Ricky answered at once, already jerking his father’s huge man-meat up and down, spreading the sticky fluid that was already coating it. “Why is it so wet, though?”

“Just pre-cum,” Todd lied, holding on to the steering wheel tighter. “It’s supposed to be that way. Just keep strokin’ it.”

Ricky’s hot breath rolled over the thick helmet of Todd’s manhood. Todd could sense it a second before it happened. Ricky touched the tip of his tongue to his Daddy’s piss slit. Todd’s cock reacted without thought. A wave of pre-jizz came oozing out, washing all over Ricky’s tongue and chin.

“Oh, Daddy!” Ricky exclaimed, moaning in excitement.

“That’s Daddy’s special sauce.” Todd risked taking one hand off the wheel, using it to push Ricky’s head in closer to his crotch. “Lick it up, boy. It’s good for sluts like you.”

His son slurped at the cock before him like it was his last meal. Ricky ran his tongue up and down the underside of Todd’s shaft. In moments, Todd was moaning and groaning up a storm. His chest heaved with each exhale. The inside of the cabin felt like a sauna, so much so that Todd was forced to crack a window.

“Goddamn, son!” Todd gasped at one point. “Where’d you learn how to do that?”

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The nearest bathroom was over by the picnic area. That was where the party in the park was held. Ricky left his bike behind on the playground and ran as fast as his legs would carry him.

Ricky was out of breath by the time he got to the restrooms. He stood by the door for a moment, leaning against the frame. The smell coming from inside the restrooms made it harder to breathe.

Nevertheless, after a moment, Ricky raised up. Boldly, he stepped forward through the door frame into the darkened area. This restroom was never very well-lit. It wasn’t in the best condition either. The mirror over by the lavatory was cracked and the walls were covered in graffiti. Most of it was swear words, but some of it was also lewd messages.

Obviously, a lot of stuff went on in this restroom. It seemed like the sort of place Eddie would go. He had indeed come back to the park hoping to find those two guys. When that didn’t pan out, he decided to try here instead.

“Eddie?” Ricky called out.

There was no answer. Eddie might have been afraid he would get in trouble if he responded. He was always worried about that sort of stuff.

Knowing this, Ricky pressed onward, going deeper into the restroom. There wasn’t much more to explore, though. A line of stalls stood across from a urinal trough. None of them were occupied, either. Ricky could guess as much from the fact that each door on the stall hung open.

“Dammit!” he cursed, slamming a fist against the wooden side of one of the stalls.

Ricky had been sure Eddie would be here. He’d been wrong about that. Of course, Eddie might have left the restroom already. He wasn’t sure exactly how long it had been. Eddie was patient, but he could have gotten bored from waiting too long for someone to show up.

None of that eased the throbbing in his hand, though. “Dammit, Eddie!” Ricky grumbled, flexing his hand to try and ease the pain. “Where the fuck are you?”

A set of footsteps approached. Ricky froze, seized by a sudden and unexplainable feeling of panic. His body reacted automatically. Before Ricky could ask himself why, he ducked into one of the nearest stalls, closing the door behind him.

The footsteps continued, coming closer to where he was. They stopped for a moment just before reaching the spot where Ricky was hiding. Ricky couldn’t see who it was, or even what shoes they were wearing.

Then the footsteps started again. It was only a couple of steps, followed by the door to the stall next to his slamming shut. Whoever it was, they closed their door hard enough to make the walls rattle.

Ricky noticed something. The wall separating his stall from the one next to his had a hole cut into it. It was a large hole too, big enough to fit a fist through. Several arrows had been drawn on the area around it. There was writing as well.

Curious, he knelt down to get a closer look. These almost seemed like instructions. As he was just starting to read, there came the audible sound of a zipper being lowered. Ricky looked further down and noticed a pair of dark boots. They were pointed straight at him, as if the person in the other stall were facing his way.

That didn’t make any sense, though. The toilet would be to that person’s left. They wouldn’t be facing Ricky unless—

A shuffling sound cut off Ricky’s train of thought. Looking down again, Ricky saw a pair of jeans, rumpled and stained, land on top of the boots. The man in the other stall had shoved them all the way down his legs. A pair of torn white briefs followed.

Ricky gulped. A cock, thicker than any he’d seen before, slid through the hole in the wall. The thing had to be as big as a mule’s. It was easily one of the biggest Ricky had ever seen in his life—not that he had a lot of experience.

The head was huge. It was leaking too. A thick pearl of prejizz oozed out from the piss slit. Ricky stared, transfixed, as it slowly stretched down toward the floor. The precum didn’t exactly fall so much as stretch, forming a thick, viscous string that wiggled as it reached toward the grimy tiles.

“Suck it.”

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Tonight was special for them both. They could have as much fun together as they wanted. The others were fast asleep. Daddy Lecleaux could breed the talented boycunt presently squeezing his shaft like a vice as many times as he liked.

Feeling his breaths come quicker, Daddy Lecleaux bent forward, nibbling on one soft ear. “That’s it, boy,” he whispered, increasing the tempo of his thrusts slightly as he spoke. “You’re doing so good.”

The young man bit down on his lower lip. “I want… to be good,” he managed to get out as his toes curled. Both of his legs were wrapped securely around Daddy Lecleaux’s waist. “You make me feel… oh, so good, sir!”

The word ‘sir’ sent shivers through Daddy Lecleaux’s body. “I love having such a good boy underneath me,” he whispered. “It feels like your little cunt was meant to take cock.”

His eyes were unfocused, but they managed to zero in on Daddy Lecleaux’s face for a moment. “I hope so,” he gasped, feeling his tummy bulge as the massive cock inside of him drove deep once again. “I want… want to be special. Wanna feel you…”

His face burned red for a moment from embarrassment. “Go on,” Daddy Lecleaux whispered when his conquest hesitated. “You can say it in front of me. I won’t be mad.”

“F…”  The twink hesitated again, but then blurted his words out. “Fuck me, sir! My boypussy needs more cock! It needs to be bred by you!”

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