B.O.G.G.S.

 

Dean Boggs. "Boy On Good-Good Shit," he called it, pointing to the jailhouse tat on his arm that said just that - B.O.G.G.S. - in a childlike lettering. I didn't care. I had been wired and drunk for days and had picked him up at the ten p.m. candlelight AA meeting to see if he wanted to have a three-way with me and Sadie. I knew he was up for getting wired and was probably only at the meeting for one of four things: free meal and some coffee, the chance at some pussy, a signature for his PO, or the off chance that somebody else was there for the same purposes and had some dope. Any combination of those would do, and I could offer them all, so we hooked up and headed to my house before the meeting ended. I knew Sadie was coming over shortly, and I wanted to hang with him first and get acquainted.

I gave him a beer and asked him if he wanted to get high. He looked down like he was deep in thought and giggled a bit and said sure. He giggled like that a lot. It wasn't particularly annoying; it was low and quick, like a kick-start for his speech. Once that flywheel engaged, he'd rattle off his words quickly and abruptly fall silent. I was quite charmed, really. I asked him if he wanted some pussy, and he got this childlike grin on his face and looked at me like I'd offered him a shiny new toy.

"She good lookin?"

"It's Sadie from the meetin. The blonde gir..."

"Oh yeah. You bet I'll fuck her."

"Well, it'll be you and me both fuckin her."

"Suits me. Hell, ere's more'n one way at it." The pace of his words had quickened a bit. I reached under my armchair and pulled out the little tray with the dope on it and offered him a line. There wasn't an ounce of fat on this boy, and he was fine as frog hair with a mop of brown hair and brown eyes and big pretty lips. He did a healthy line, and I prepared him another, which he dispatched just as quickly. I did one myself and took a long pull off my beer before speaking.

"It don't bother you that I'm queer, does it?"

"Long as you ain't tryin to fuck me, is all the same. You ain't gonna be tryin to get me to do anything too funny are ya?" His giggle trailed off on that one a bit.

"Nah. It ain't like that. Sadie'll wanna have us both fuck her'n she'll wanna watch me suck yer dick, I reckon. But you don't have to do nothin to me. I'm teachin her a few things, she says." I pushed the tray his way across the little table. I noticed his hands tremble a bit, and I couldn't help giggling a bit myself.

"Don't sweat it, boy. I ain't lookin to hook up with you like that. I'm just a heathen'n this bitch thinks she needs another guy here to get me to fuck her. I'd fuck her anyway, for that matter. Yer just gravy. More the merrier, I guess. 'sides, I'm harder'n Chinese arithmetic'n I'd eat you up, Dean."

"I c'n handle that," he stumbled out, looking at the floor. "You sure that's all you wanna do?"

"I guarantee you'll have a good time once Sadie gets here, boy. We'll get our heads right. She'll be pullin up in a few. Show me yer dick."

He jumped a bit, "Damn, you don't waste much time."

"We're all gonna be fuckin in a bit, anyway. Ain't nobody here but you'n me, Dean. Chill out'n lemme see it. If you wanna fuck Sadie, yer gonna have to let her watch me eat you up, anyway. You might as well get used to that. Those are her rules, not mine."

This is where I got to play the reasonable guy just trying to help out a friend and get him laid. I've always lived a life of service. Dean hesitated a moment, only a moment, and then undid his pants and pulled them down passed his knees to reveal a passable instrument that I instantly devoured, much to his initial bewilderment and growing encouragement. I had my arms around behind his ass in no time and was working him over pretty well. He was no real chore, and I was pretty wired up in any case.

"Lord, goddamn, Mug."

He was beginning to writhe and buck a bit when the door shuddered and Sadie burst in carrying a twelve-pack of some generic looking swill and pushing those high-beams through her t-shirt. I raised up as Dean frantically tried to pull up his pants; I stiff-armed him back into the chair.

"Lock the door, hon. Put that nasty beer down and get undressed and get over here'n help me prime the pump on this heathen."

I had barely gotten started on a good rhythm again when she appeared at my side, nudging me aside at the trough to get to the goodies. Dean had obviously adjusted quite nicely to the situation by this time and shook himself out of his shoes and pants without ever once displacing Sadie or me in our alternating attentions. We got him on the floor, and I was up turning off lights and throwing off clothes as I went, locking doors and drawing blinds.

I returned to find them doing that kissing bit that I find so objectionable between men and women - I'm really old fashioned in my thinking about people sticking to their own kind when it comes to that kind of intimacy. I bodily lifted Sadie and scooted her around so that her snatch was where my cock was aching to be, poised over those thick, full lips of his with that baby-soft dark moustache lining the upper rim around that warm, wet satin that fairly cried out for a shafting.

There is a special place in Hell for guys like me, I'm sure, but I've never held a gun to anyone's head in my life when it came to gettin naked with this fatboy and gettin it on. I just seem to corrupt them to their natural essence, and then they tend to blossom in it on their own. Some of them really surprise me in their blossoming. I almost feel guilty sometimes - not very often though. It ain't like I really ever turned out any of those straight guys. I just invited them along for the ride. Most of them jumped at and only had issues later. Well, that's between them and their therapist. Anyway, dope makes a freak out of anybody. Don't tell me otherwise, or you ain't never done that much dope.

Sadie and I kept tag-teaming that boy's lap for about ten minutes while he lapped away at that big monkey of hers. I wondered how he was breathing back there, and asked him as much. He commenced with the giggling again, and Sadie got this instant look on her face of something like shock.

"Oh, my God," she exhaled in a breathless whisper.

I rubbed my whiskers on Dean's thigh, forcing another violent spasm out of him, and consequently in her as well. I left her to work on his dick with that skill she was growing in by the day under my tutelage and crawled around to her business end.
I was on my knees straddling the top of Dean's head and rubbing the head of my dick against the trailing edge of her cunt while he licked and slurped away only barely cognizant of my presence. I eased my cock into her, my balls resting on his forehead. I could see her head moving in an easy rhythm up and down on him. Good girl, I thought. I pushed my cock into her and felt the warmth of Dean's tongue on the base of my shaft. He began to explore my balls and was attempting to take on more and more of me with each stroke, working for a hold on the end of my cock to maneuver with. He managed it, and I was suddenly sliding in and out of his mouth and then alternately into her with every third or fourth stroke. Eventually I was pushing in and out of those beautiful full lips of his and keeping it there for him to gorge himself on for a bit. Never interrupt someone who is following his bliss. Feng shui'n all that Campbell shit. Trust me, I've read up on it.

Suffice to say that boy was a good, good cocksucker, and he'd of never had the foggiest notion a that had we not hooked up that fine night in the fellowship of a neighborhood twelve-step meeting. They're good for something, at least, and everyone serves in some way, be it making coffee, or helping to round out the experiences of others prior to their complete and abject surrender to some sort of orderly direction in their lives. I am a catalyst for change in the lives of many, an agent of Chaos, and a trickster with a willin dick, by God. And I was gonna have this boy's ass before the night was out; that was a certitude in my mind.

I returned from my momentary reflection and pushed Sadie away, red-cheeked and winded, from her labors and attacked that boy's business with a purpose. I pushed Sadie upright, so that her koochie flattened out over his face and bore down on his gigglin tongue while she shook and flailed about with her arms to keep from swooning, causing him to giggle more. She was a women possessed by the best muff dive of her life, and that all an unintended consequence of my skilled playing of the strings of his body. I knew she was in for a good one momentarily.

I worked my way down between his legs, burrowing in with fiendish purpose, this dog was huntin up some booger. I raised his legs and made for the sweet spot and heard Sadie shriek as Dean bucked with my whiskered face buried off in his booty. That sweet boy smelled like soap tinged with sweat, God bless him. His mama earned points from me, I'll tell you that much. The fact that I like nothing more than to dive on a boy, don't mean that I'm some sort of potty freak. Far from it. If your ass smells like, well, ass, forget it. I don't care if you're too pretty for Calvin Klein, you need to wash up your pie before you come lookin to me for a ride on this blessed mug.

I came up after a few minutes of steady buttmunching and, wiping the sweat from my face, asked, "Like that, boy?"
"Lord!" I think was the muffled response, and Sadie giggled, "Mug, I like this one!" Her tits bounced and reverberated the tremor passing through the rest of her body and beginning between her legs.

"That's nice, hon. Get down here on this for a second."

I reached up to the table and got the little vial with the coke in it and unscrewed the lid. I dawbed a miniscule little onto my finger and spread his cheek with the other hand and patted the powder onto his little rosebud. I could tell Sadie was grinning, and she missed a stroke and almost choked. I looked at her in stern reproach. I repeated the application of the coke and then dove in once more, briefly, to tenderize my objective and just enjoy myself. My God, but that boy had a fine ass, smooth and firm and hairless with a pink little pooter that now made my tongue numb from the addition of the topical analgesic powder as I dove. He was ripe, and by God, I'll strike while the iron's hot.

I was oiled up and driving in with his legs in the air before he snapped to what was actually happening. He seemed inordinately accommodating, so I don't think there was a tremendous amount of pain on his end. That boy had good pussy; I'll tell you what. All these observations took place in the span of one-half stroke of my cock as he bucked up and into the back of Sadie's throat, causing her to gag violently and spit up some kind of goo all over his nuts as she ground down with her pussy on his face, muffling his sudden cry, "Loo-oooo-oooo-rrrrd!"

"Oh yeah," I soothed, remaining tenuously in the saddle and gripping his thighs, "that feels good, boy, and you know it. Yer gonna choke this girl. Eat that pussy and let us work on you. There ya go. Ease down on that some more and tell me that don't feel good inside you. Goddamn, but it feels damn good on this end. We can do this all night, boy."

I was steady stroking, and he was steady moving his ass like a newfound bottom boy with a mission to realize the mastery of his craft in as short a time as possible. He and Sadie were both moaning low and sliding back and forth. I dripped sweat onto their shining bodies and watched my cock sliding in and out of that boy's hole while his legs tensed in rhythm with his ass and gripped me, pulling me into him greedily. I began to move more mechanically, slapping home with each thrust and forcing a hiccupped moan breathed into Sadie's cunt as it lathered his face. I could hear him taking his breath in gasps. Sadie's face was red, eyes shut and mouth working hungry at his cock. His crotch was dripping wet beneath the two of us, and my exertions met with a moist smacking noise with each new thrust.

"Feels good, don't it?" I grunted, panting a bit now.

His moans were low and steady, his legs tensing as he made ready to blow the back of Sadie's skull off with a good quart of jizz.

I'll admit. I lost any cool I had. I was carryin on and coachin and hollerin to beat hell. I was talking him through this like a bad landing, and he was buckin and rollin like he'd gone feral when I introduced him to anal sex. We were all grinding it up to a steady pitch, and I was the first to blow. I gripped his legs and plowed in as hard as I could and felt his whole ass clamp down on me like a fist while my cock exploded a well-earned bucket of cream gravy on his gizzard. I know he was out of his mind about this time. Sadie was moaning really loud, which was always her signal that she was about to open the floodgates. All I can say is, one of the reasons I liked three-ways with Sadie so much was that didn't have to be on the receiving end of those facials of hers. She knew that and thought it was a grand joke, but she was oblivious to anything at the moment. I was still pressed hard into Dean's ass while she let loose on those lips of his - those lips, my God. She raised up for only a moment to stretch her jaw and take a good long breath, and then returned to his cock in a determined and accomplished effort. Within a few seconds I noticed his nuts contracting and his feet pointing out past my head towards the stars above.

"OoooooOooooooooOoooooohhhhhh!" he gurgled in spasms from beneath her tropical bush, and suddenly, I pushed Sadie's head down as far as it would go and held it there for a good four seconds. I know that boy was in heaven. I know for a fact that he'd been cut loose from a realm of experience in which he had remained trapped his entire life. He was set free into a completely new dimension of existence for that brief time, and I'll cheerfully and dutifully take full credit for that fact. Glad I could help, dammit.

Sadie wasn't quite as enraptured with me at just that moment. Rising up from his sopping wet cock and choking for air, she reached over quickly and squeezed my balls into a space about one fourth the size of their normal volume, and released them, grinning up at me. I fell to one side and decided to rest for a few minutes curled up like that. No need to move just yet. I think Dean was still off somewhere. He'd crossed over and been handed the tablets about the time he came into Sadie's diaphragm while my cock was jammed up somewhere in his pancreas filling him with my Milk of Human Kindness. By God, a good healthy exchange of my bodily fluids is a spiritual thing when you really look at it right. Is for me, in any case.

I ran around with Dean quite a bit after that, but I never fucked him again. Didn't really try to. We fooled around a couple of time when we were tripping, but he had started going with this pre-op tranny down at the bar who was one of the biggest coke suppliers in Oak Lawn. He ended up one of her kept boys and did a couple of years in the penitentiary behind that relationship. Still, he was one of the better pieces of ass I ever had, for someone with so little experience; he was somewhat of a natural, I think. I don't know what he's doing nowadays. It's been eight or nine years since I last saw his ass, but he'll likely look that good until he's near fifty. He's just one of those timeless ones. I'll look him up someday and have another go at it. I always thought I did a good thing by turnin that boy out, but he went down a bad road when he started hanging out with those Mexican drag queens over in Oak Lawn. Nothing good could ever come of that.