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The man pressed the switch on. The room was flooded with light. He walked over to the wooden table and sat down on the comfortable leather chair. The warm coffee in his mug was half full. A few sips on the way down turned into several large gulps. He always needed that to concentrate on his work.
He reached out to press the power button of the computer. The quiet hum of the computer fan filled his ears. The twenty-four-inch monitor then turned on for him to enter his credentials. The man adjusted his glasses before his fingers danced on the clacking keyboard. Within seconds, he was brought to his desktop, and a relaxing view of the rivers of Bangkok was on screen.
He has never been to Thailand. He has never been out of the country at all. He was very familiar with the city, though. Several of his first gigs involved the place. You could even say that he was more familiar with the back alleys and hotel rooms of the city than any of the good citizens of Bangkok, Helsinki, or even New York on rare occasions. That's just something that happens in his thirty-plus years of experience.
His current project brought him to California, specifically Anaheim and Disneyland. For someone like him, the land of sun and fun might as well be on a distant planet. Thankfully, the magic of technology brought the sun and fun to him. Especially the fun, since that's what's expected of him.
A few more clicks and shuffles of his mouse brought up his encrypted virtual drive menu. More passwords were typed in. He had done this for years, so he didn't even need to write anything down. His credentials were accepted, and the monitor now showed a folder containing his past works. "Bobby's Basement", "Schoolhouse Surprise", and "Playhouse Playtime" were some of his more recent ones, while "Bangkok Boys" numbers 1 through 7 were his oldest. All of these will eventually be disposed of to make room for future projects. All, that is, save for the "Bangkok Boys" series. They were his first, after all. You never get over your firsts.
He hovered his mouse over a folder marked "Ongoing Projects" and double-clicked to open it. Half a dozen files there needed his attention. Today, though, he only had to deal with one. "Happiest Place on Earth" was the title, and it needed to be done by the end of the day. Lucky for him, he already did the hard stuff, and there's plenty of hard stuff to be found. All he had to do now was glance over the final cut and print it.
Double-clicking the file brought up his video editor program. He still couldn't get over how amazing technology was these days. In the old days, he would require a studio and a discreet staff to cut the stuff. There were plenty of moving parts and a lot of risks. Nowadays, everything can be done by a single person on a single computer in a single day. And they offered incredible options that wouldn't have existed otherwise.
Take his current video, for example. The generic bouncy tune that played when he hit "Play" was to imitate a family vacation home video. The voiceover was supposed to mimic an amateur dad narrating the family's trip to Disneyland. Of course, he didn't have to hire anyone to do voiceovers or do them themselves. Not when text-to-speech sounded more human with each passing day.
"The Happiest Place on Earth," the fake dad voiceover announced with the title card. "Starring…Timmy!" the narrator went on. A freeze-frame headshot of a smiling blonde-haired boy appeared on the screen. His name and age were spelled out in cartoony fonts. The shot then unfroze to show Timmy talking to somebody off-screen. There were several more transitions of Timmy running around and goofing about with his friends. The last five seconds showed Timmy's cute young mug with his lips wrapped around a massive black cock. His short blonde bangs were matted with a sheen of sweat. His head was pumping up and down on the man’s crotch.
The man smirked at his handiwork. It's called "setting expectations." He knew his audience didn't come to him for an innocent home video. That's why he loved to feed them little teasers of things to come. Five seconds of a little white boy bobbing his head on a big black cock isn't enough for anyone. That's why he did the same thing with the next nine boys.
"And…Benji!" the voiceover announced. The screen star-wiped to a freeze frame of a brown-haired boy with a deep scowl on his otherwise cute face. The unfrozen scenes showed various instances of him protesting and pointing at someone. It painted the very picture of a domineering brat in need of discipline. This is why his five-second lewd scene was of a large man’s hand yanking his hair back. The camera didn’t show his face, and that was intentional. The man wanted the audience to imagine Benji’s “Oh Face” as he turned into a submissive slut.
“With their friends…Billy!” the narrator carried on. The wipe revealed a small nine-year-old with pretty blonde curls. His post-freeze-frame scenes painted a shy, baby-of-the-bunch image. The small child with the cute button nose was always smiling and laughing like an innocent little angel. The lewd scene that followed made for such a contrast. The smiling angel was now naked and smiling while licking his lips with his eyes closed. Clearly, what was being done to his lower body just outside of the frame was not so innocent anymore.
“Jimmy and Johnny!” the narrator excitedly followed. The next wipe now revealed two circular frames with one older redheaded boy and one younger. The number after Johnny’s name reads “11” while Jimmy’s was “9”. The scenes that followed made it clear that the ginger boys were brothers. The man knew his audience would eat this stuff up. There was something deliciously taboo about brothers being featured in these productions. He made sure he had plenty of shots of the older and younger kids playing nicely together. It contrasted a lot with the adult lips wrapped around Jimmy’s mouth and the big black clock plowing Johnny’s quivering pale ass.
“Andy!” the narrator announced. A handsome brown-haired boy, freeze-framed blowing a raspberry, was revealed with the wipe. His All-American boy next door good looks contrasted with his cheeky monkey behavior. The next few scenes established that he was a real troublemaker, running around and making faces at his pals. The man made it so Andy’s short graphic scene served as his comeuppance. The boy was now on all fours while a large man pummeled his guts. The man’s large arm was on his cheek. It forced his head to crane back and deeply kiss the man who was destroying his anus from behind.
“Mikey!” the narrator exclaimed. The wipe now showed a second handsome brown-haired cheeky monkey with his tongue out. The scenes clearly showed him taunting someone off-camera with his open palms waving next to his head. They were very similar to Andy’s. So just like his predecessor, he too got what he deserved in the short sex scenes. Now he was a spider monkey clinging to a man’s neck for dear life while the man violently bounced him up and down. No need to guess what’s causing him to have the sweatiest Oh Face so far.
“Cody!” the narrator blared. A fauxhawked blonde boy with a scowl appeared after the wipe. He had the same rebellious look and attitude as Benji had before him. He was shown sitting alone, fiddling with his smartphone. At one time, Timmy went over to peek at what he was doing. The fauxhawked boy shoved him away while inaudibly complaining. He was your typical no-nonsense type of kid, like his previous counterpart. Naturally, his sex scene showed him as completely submissive. The brat bobbed on another boy's pickle while a large Latino man pumped his anus full of cum. The look on his face said he was embarrassed, but enjoyed it all the same.
"Charlie!" the narrator went on. The freeze frame after the wipe was meant to mislead the viewers into thinking a girl had wandered into this all-boys production. The clips that followed did nothing to dispel that. The pretty, long-haired child was shown laughing and gesturing in a very girlish manner. Once again, this was intentional, for the sex scene upended those expectations. Charlie's rigid boy cock was visible to the camera now. It danced and flopped around while an athletic white man bounced him on his lap. Charlie's long brown bangs covered his eyes, but he didn't need them. His man knows where his lips are as they passionately kiss each other.
"And last but not least…Teddy!" the narrator concluded. Just like Billy before him, the wipe revealed a freeze frame of a smaller boy with curls. He was brown-haired this time, and there was a clear number "9" next to his name to dispel any doubt. Just like his namesake, he was the very definition of a teddy bear in the following scenes. Shy, bashful, and often seen holding hands with a taller boy or man. The same was true even in his sex scene. Teddy was on his back with his fingers entwined with the man on top of him. Despite the brutal pounding of his bottom, the boy looked like he was cooing with delight as he closed his eyes.
Several more scenes followed that showed all of the boys doing normal boy things. For every two normal scenes, they were broken up by very graphic sex scenes. There was a scene of Timmy and Benji playing tag, and Jimmy and Johnny looking out the bus windows. This was followed by a close-up of a man's cock shoved up a little boy's ass. The man's low-hanging nuts slapped against the boy's taut little marbles.
Then there was a scene of boys sitting around in the lounge area of a tour bus. They then showed the same boys roughhousing in the same lounge. This was immediately followed by all ten boys naked and pinned underneath far larger men. The silly music marked a contrast to the incredibly graphic scenes on screen. At one time, the cartoonish trombone sound bleated in tune with Billy's head bobbing up and down a mouthful of cock. This was very much intentional on the editor's part.
More scenes followed, pairing the mundane with the graphic. Boys touring Disneyland. Boys shaking hands with Mickey. Boys fucking doggy style on a Mickey Mouse carpet. Boys walking on sidewalks. Boys with their arms around each other's shoulders. Boys hugging each other tight while the men pounded their asses. Boys are chatting on their beds. Boys are watching cartoons in a living room. Boys were getting fucked around the same living room while the same cartoon still played on TV.
The last part ended with all the boys bent over the living room table. Their pink asses were raised and gushed copious amounts of cum. The camera lovingly took in each gaping, violated hole before slowly fading to white. The man smirked before he took a sip of warm coffee out of his mug. For those who are getting this for free, that'll be the last of the boys they'll ever see. For those who didn't, though, they'll be greeted with the white screen fading back in to show a tour bus pulling out of a parking garage and onto the road beyond.
"Today is the first day of summer vacation," the narrator began. "All the boys and girls of Middleton Elementary are busy planning their break from school. Ten boys already knew what they were doing: they're going to Disneyland, the Happiest Place on Earth!" the fake dad voice continued. The shot of the bus, the rolling wheel, and the winding road that accompanied the narration were all stock footage. Even "Middleton Elementary" was made up to provide some narrative cohesiveness.
"The boys all wanted to take this trip without their parents," the narrator explained. The scene showed the inside of the bus with all ten boys lounging around in the common room area. "They wanted to show they're old enough to take care of themselves," the voiceover went on, "Of course, without parents to tell them to behave, the boys soon found that it's a lot easier to be as naughty as they wanted to be." The scene that followed showed the boys roughhousing with each other. Some giggled over the horseplay. Others complained or got back at the instigators. There was a general air of chaos on screen as the narration continued.
"It's a good thing that Timmy's parents saw this coming," the text-to-speech program recited as convincingly human as possible. "Timmy's older brother had a weekend training session, and he and his friends needed a ride. So they were asked to watch over the boys in place of babysitters. Not for free, of course. They were promised some spending money and tickets to Disneyland as well," the narration summarized. The clip that accompanied it showed what appeared to be athletic teenagers in blue sports jerseys. They too were lounging around in the same tour bus's common room.
This is where the man's skill shone. He managed to edit the shots to conceal the teens' identities while making sure he showed as much of their toned physiques as possible. The visual hints he left behind painted images of seniors in high school. Most likely members of the varsity team. It was a request made by the client. The boys are the stars of the show here. The teens are just window dressing.
"Of course, being boys themselves, they can't resist the temptation of doing what comes naturally," the narration continued. The next clip showed the teens joining in on the younger boys' horseplay. The man had to use all of his skills to make sure he still complied with the client's request. Plenty of time was spent editing this scene to make sure the focus remained only on the cavorting scamps. Not an easy feat when there were plenty of young male bodies intertwined. Still, he managed to do it. The result was a tapestry of ten handsome little white boys happily grinning and laughing while fending off their faceless assailants.
"Hormones were charged, and the energy was high. As the healthy young boys they were, the next part is only a matter of course," the narration droned on. The scene then slowly dissolved from a shot of boys and teens roughhousing to a shot of boys and teens kissing and groping each other. They were strewn all over the sofas and even the floor. The audio captured their soft sighs and wet smacks over the distant hum of the bus engine.
The teens had lost the top half of their jerseys and showed off their muscular physiques. The boys had lost most of their clothing, save for their undies. Some wore cartoon print undies of their favorite superheroes. Others had plain white briefs. All were groped equally. All of them had cute little bulges on their front sides.
One black teen had Andy and Mikey wrapped around his beefy arms on either side. The normally rambunctious boys were now as calm as Hindu cows. They both caressed the teen’s square, toned chest. Each one panted while the teen slipped his big hands past the boys’ waistbands. Andy was openly groped. Mikey had his ass in the teens’ hands. The teen had his big, full lips wrapped around Mikey’s smaller ones. Meanwhile, Andy held onto the arm draped around his shoulders. He was flushed from cheek to cheek as if he had just run a marathon.
The massive bulge in the front of the teen’s pants showed he was getting impatient. He started slipping Mikey’s Superman underwear down past his slim waistline. Mikey’s pale pickle sprang out to happily greet his molester. Andy then reached down to the black teen’s pants. He tugged on the waistband in a very demanding manner. The teen shuffled around to comply. The turgid black monster then popped out of its confines. The camera captured Andy’s expression of disbelief. It was as if he didn’t think a cock that big could really exist. The look on the young boy’s face was priceless. His curiosity took over his reasoning as he stroked the massive log with both hands.
The next few shots showed the rest of the boys in the same predicament. Timmy wrapped his arms around a Latino teen’s neck. They Frenched while the teen stroked the child’s twitching woodie. Benji closed his eyes while another athletic black teen licked down his neck. A trail of saliva glistened from the brown-haired boy’s cheek to his heaving bare chest. Little Billy was barely visible underneath the toned Korean teen lying flat above him. His kicking legs hinted that he must be feeling really good. The same goes for Teddy, who only had his arms visible underneath the well-toned Japanese teen smothering him. The way the child clawed at the sofa cushion told the audience he was enjoying his sweet torment.
Unlike the last two boys, Jimmy and Johnny were fully visible to the ogling eyes. The ginger brothers were stripped completely naked. Their pale white bodies were pressed against one another by the two white teens behind them. Large hands pushed their heads forward until their lips locked. The brothers were forced to make out with one another. Their desperate, muffled moans, though, told another story. Their hard dicks rubbing against their undulating bodies hinted that they liked the incestuous kiss. Jimmy wrapped his hands around his older brother for safety. Johnny hugged his younger brother tight for comfort. Both siblings made no effort to stop the teens humping against their backsides.
Cody and Charlie were also in full view despite the burly Latino teen’s back obscuring the camera. The pretty-faced, long-haired boy had a permanent look of shock on his face. His shorter-haired companion closed his eyes in deep concentration. Both boys draped their heads over the Latino teen’s bulky shoulders. Their free arms clawed at the young man’s back. Their legs kicked about and clung onto the older male’s waist. Whatever was being done to them in his powerful embrace, they clearly loved it. Sweat was breaking out from their foreheads. Their sweet moans of joy were heard clearly over the droning hum of the bus’s engine.
There were more sweeping shots of ten younger boys openly molested by eight older ones. The scene then dissolved into a pile of discarded clothing on the tour bus floor. Child-sized clothes and cartoon-print undies were everywhere. Blue jersey pants and jackets were scattered about. Socks of every color and size were draped over sofas and tables. Discarded shoes led a trail to the back of the bus. The narration helpfully explained for those who still did not get the visual cues.
"It all came naturally for all the boys and young men on board. A feral instinct that comes up at the drop of a hat," the narrator spoke with a casual tone. The scene now showed the sleeping compartments at the back of the bus. All eight of the bunk beds had their privacy curtains drawn. "All the young boys were eager students of the secrets of their youthful bodies. And all the young men were very patient teachers," the narration continued. The camera started to zoom in on one of the compartments closest to the living room area. "They were more than happy to guide the little ones on how to love and be loved like men," the narrator went on as the scene dissolved to hint that it was showing what was happening inside.
Timmy was in bed with the Latino teen from before. The naked boy was on his back. The muscular young man loomed over him. His lips locked onto the skinny boy's mouth. Timmy closed his eyes to savor the invading tongue. His blonde head bounced around on the fluffy pillow. Right below him was the reason why. The man had raised the little boy’s legs to his ears. His toned brown pelvis pistoned back and forth. The camera angle made it impossible to see, but it’s clear he was fucking the child up the ass. Timmy’s sighs said the child was loving the cock punching up his guts. The blonde boy threw his arms around the young man’s neck. His silent demand for more was met with even harder thrusts.
The scene then transitioned to Benji. Unlike his friend, the brown-haired boy was lying on his belly. The big, black young man he was with was far from gentle. His veiny black cock hammered into the boy’s hole. His thrusts were fast and furious. He was using Benji's ass like a trampoline! Benji’s whines rang clear through the speakers. Not even the droning hum of the bus’s engine could drown it. The black man then reached down to seek the child’s mouth. Another camera angle showed the boy willingly craning his neck back. Benji welcomed the invading tongue into his mouth. He grunted while the invading cock pumped in and out of his anus. The nine-year-old boy gripped the bedsheets tight. His small hairless body shuddered again and again.
The action on screen then switched to the two ginger brothers. Jimmy and Johnny were belly-to-belly with each other again. This time, they were lying on their sides on the bunk bed. Their men were behind them with a large, veiny cock up each boy’s butt. The man knew from the unedited clip that the men fucking the boys were twins. They were busy making out while pumping the ginger siblings full of cock. The client wanted him to focus on the boys, though. So he framed the shot of Johnny hugging his little brother tight. The two kids closed their eyes in deep concentration. Jimmy mewled as the cock drove deep into his guts. Johnny kissed the top of his little brother’s head while holding him close in his arms. The eleven-year-old cooed as if to soothe his younger brother’s fears. All this while he too endured a brutal assault on his fanny.
The scene of the next transition was also a two-for-one special. Andy and Mikey were lying face to face on their sides. Blinders were placed over their eyes. A ball gag was bound between their mouths. It looked like they were biting into the same jawbreaker. The two once-boisterous boys were now whimpering quietly. A massive black dildo was vibrating in Mikey's pale, tight ass. A real black dick was pumping in and out of Andy's rectum. The owner of said dick seemed to delight in making each boy squeal. The burly black teen would pummel the boys' asses each time their muffled squeals quieted down. Right now, he made the tips of the boys' dicks kiss each other. The brown-haired boys howled in unison. Their restrained bodies shuddered violently.
Andy and Mikey's ordeal soon faded to transition into Billy's. The small boy was on his knees. His hands were braced against the bus window. The Korean teen was behind him. He, too, was bracing the window while pumping his hips. The editor had struggled with this scene. The raw footage had too many lens flares. Still, he worked his magic regardless. The result was a beautiful silhouette of a man-boy coupling taken from behind. The small hands balled up into fists several times. The child loved the pumping hips. The child's howls of delight blared through the speaker. The backdrop of the setting sun made their lovemaking look like art.
The artistic shot then faded back into raw porn. Cody was on all fours on the bed. Behind him was Charlie on his knees. The girlish boy was furiously pistoning his dick in and out of his short-haired friend. His aggressive fucking was not by choice. Charlie's sharp thrusts were guided by the Latino teen pounding his ass. The athletic young man set the pace for the two brown-haired boys. He had his hands on Cody's hips. The teen pulled him back to meet Charlie's every thrust. Cody squealed like a girl. Charlie threw his head back. The Latino man seized his mouth with his lips. Their wet smacks and slaps reverberated through the speakers.
The last boy on screen was Teddy. Barely on screen, to be precise. His small size had hindered the camera. The large back of the Japanese teen hid the small boy from sight. His small arms poked out from under the teen's torso. His skinny legs flailed around the older male's waist. Their position hinted that the teen took him missionary style. And what Teddy lacked in showing, he made up for in volumes. The boy's soprano wails rang with joy. The heavy pounding was a delight. His unbroken voice sounded delirious. His limbs flailed like he was trying to fly. This only served to rile up the older male. The Japanese teen hunkered down to pump his hips with a vengeance. Teddy's howls reached a crescendo that could shatter glass.
"So the afternoon was spent with the boys in their bunks," the narrator spoke again. His voice droned over a panning shot of the drawn curtains. "Timmy's brother and his friends made out with the younger boys again and again," the voice-over spoke in a monotonous drone. By contrast, the moans, grunts, and howls only grew louder. "Each boy had awakened to a new kind of hunger in their bellies," the narrator droned on. At times, the scene would dissolve into a privacy curtain swaying from the force of the fuck. It would show glimpses of the hardcore boy-teen fucking behind it before dissolving away.
"And the young men they were with were more than happy to feed and satisfy them," the narration concluded. The camera then pulled back to show the bus's sleeping compartment area. The cacophony of sex noises only grew louder. Soprano wails of joy mixed with baritone grunts and groans. Wet skin slapping against skin. Deep smacking noises over whimpers and whines. The bus's engine droned on indifferently to it all. The editor ensured he amplified one particular boyish howl of joy among the rest. As it reached a feverish peak, he added an echoing sound effect before lowering the volume and fading the scene to black.
When the screen faded back in, it was late in the afternoon. Stock footage played showing the sun setting and street lights turning on. The same tour bus from before was now rolling up to a lavish gated neighborhood. The scene was meant to imply that the bus was approaching its destination. It finally came to a halt in front of a large two-floored vacation house before the narration picked up once more. “By the time they reached their destination, the boys and their new older friends were thoroughly spent,” the fake dad voice narrated. The scene then cuts to stock footage of a lavish front door opening and closing several times. The shot was framed to conveniently conceal any details of who was crossing the threshold.
“Each one marched into the rental home ready for a good night's rest. Not a single one of them even bothered with dinner. The only thing in their minds was a nice soft bed,” the narrator continued. His voice accompanied the stock footage of feet ascending the stairs and bedroom doors being closed. Again, they were framed to exclude details and maintain the illusion. “Of course, for the boys and teens with energy to spare, that’s not all they have in mind for the night,” the text-to-speech narrator went on.
The shot abruptly cuts to a big black cock overstuffing a small, pale white ass. Then to big full lips devouring a throbbing two-inch hairless boner. Jutting adult tongues stabbing upturned little butt holes. A small pink tongue devoured by a big, hungry mouth. A big black hand yanked tufts of curly blonde hair. Little pink lips choking on girthy black meat. Throats bulging obscenely. Anuses gaping widely. Skinny pale frames pummeled by black walls of meat. Soprano cries of joy carried through the speakers. Baritone grunts of triumph announced victory over the night’s conquest. And none of it was part of the original recordings. The editor thought he would slip in his past works to keep things interesting. He smirked as he took a sip from his coffee mug again.
“But even for them, sleep eventually won. And so once again the house was still as one day ended and another began,” the narrator concluded. The hardcore montage slowly dissolved into an exterior night shot of the house. The camera pulled away from it for a good distance before slowly fading to black. When the next scene began, sunlight peeked through the trees. The silly music began playing once more. The ten boys and eight teenagers were walking along the sidewalk in the morning sun. Some of them were making faces at the camera. The picture was high quality, but the camera was slightly shaky. Whoever took it must have been an amateur.
"The boys chatted happily as they walked the short distance between the vacation home and The Happiest Place on Earth," the narration began again. "They were bright-eyed and bushy-tailed from a good night's rest and a hearty breakfast. The soreness of yesterday's ordeal was but a happy memory. Today they were ready to make some more," it went on. The voice-over accompanied scenes of the boys goofing about with each other. There was something noticeably different about their attitude. Before, they were rough with their roughhousing. Now they were much more gentle with one another. Every headlock or back grab was just an excuse to touch each other. Some were even holding hands and looking at one another with meaningful smiles. Though hard to spot, there were also glimpses of hard-ons in the fronts of their jeans.
"The walk was not short, but the destination was worth it. Soon they were there. The Happiest Place on Earth," the narrator continued. It was followed by stock footage of Disneyland's gates. Myriad visitors walked through the entrance with Mickey Mouse hats and Disney-branded clothes. Children happily ran down Main Street towards Cinderella's Castle. Parkgoers in sunglasses ate cotton candies on the side. Interspersed with them all was actual footage of the ten boys and eight teens hopping from one attraction to the next.
"Timmy's brother and his friends promised to watch over the boys until it's time to leave for practice in the afternoon. They have precious little time to have fun, and they spare no seconds to do so," the narration droned. Once again, the stock footage of the various Disneyland attractions was cut with real footage of the boys getting on them. They posed in front of The Haunted Mansion. They squealed with delight going down Splash Mountain. They giggled and pushed each other while in line for the Matterhorn Bobsleds. They smiled and waved at the camera while going around on Dumbo the Flying Elephant. Their cheeks were flushed bright pink. Their grins were ones of pure delight.
"Time flies by when you're having fun. Soon it was time for Timmy's brother and his friends to leave for practice. While Timmy and his friends knew that was part of the deal, they couldn't help but feel a little bit sad about it," the narrator went on. The following shot was of the blonde-haired boy sitting on one of the wooden benches of the park's dining area. He looked a bit distracted while munching on his burger and fries. He was sitting next to Benji, who was animatedly talking to someone off-screen just across the table. Timmy did not seem interested in joining the conversation.
"Despite their silent, and at times vocal, protests, the older boys escorted the younger ones back to the vacation home. Their time in Disneyland was brief but memorable. The boys took one last look at the Magic Kingdom before they all trudged their way home," the voice-over spoke again. There was a short time-lapse of the sun slowly descending above Cinderella's Castle. The view of tourists milling about the park gates slowly dissolved into the stock footage of a vacation home in the early afternoon. The silly music was replaced with a chill, jazzy one. It painted a much more relaxed atmosphere. The narrator seemed to have taken the same tone as it went on in the next scene.
"It was now the early hours of late afternoon. The boys lazily lounged about in the vacation home," the text-to-speech mimicked a lazier tone. To accompany it was a scene of the boys sitting around in the living room. A cartoon was playing on the large TV screen. It was a classic black-and-white production of Disney's. Though outdated, it still managed to produce a smile from all of the nine-year-olds watching it.
"The front door then opened to announce the return of the older boys. Timmy was first to leap out of the sofa to welcome them home," the narration recited. True to its words, the scene showed stock footage of the front door opening. Timmy was shown to whip his head to the side and flash a great big smile. He did indeed leap out of the sofa and scampered off-screen. Several of his friends followed suit while the rest simply acknowledged whoever it was off-screen before turning their attention back to the TV.
"The older boys spoke of their day to those who were interested in listening. Some went straight for the kitchen. Others went to the showers to wash off the grime of the day's practice. One younger boy, in particular, took an interest in one of the teens. He didn't want to admit it, but his performance last night left a deep impression on his young mind," the narrator continued. The focus of the camera was now on Benji. The brown-haired boy was stealing glances at whoever it was off-screen. His body language said he was ready to leap off the couch anytime. Right at the end of the narration, he finally did. He had a curious look on his cute yet constantly scowling face. It followed him as he walked off-screen.
"The boy followed the black teen into the bathroom. Naturally, he was surprised to see Benji inside with him," the narration went on. The shot showed stock footage of a bathroom door opening and closing slowly. The next shot lingered on the closed bathroom door as the text-to-speech speech continued reading the script. "He asked what Benji was doing there. In response, Benji said nothing and squeezed the front of his shorts," the narrator continued, "A smile dawned on the handsome young man's face. He knew what Benji needed out of him. He gently undressed the boy and invited him into the showers. What happens next was predictable."
The shot of the closed bathroom door slowly dissolved to hint at what was happening inside. Benji was on his knees in the tub. A big black cock was aimed at his mouth. The brown-haired boy lapped up the tip with his tongue. He stroked the entire length of the shaft with one hand. His other hand cupped the young man’s heavy balls. The teen's big hands petted his cheeks and wet brown mop. Benji then opened his mouth. The ebony meat tube was fed down his gullet. Benji had a look of deep concentration. He closed his eyes and caressed the young man's thighs.
More and more of the black snake slid down the boy's throat. The kid's mouth stretched wide. His throat bulged obscenely. Still, Benji looked as calm as a Hindu cow. He did not gag once when the man bottomed out in his mouth. The big black hand was now on his ears. They took a firm grip on his brown head on either side. The young man's hips moved back and forth. The bulge slid in and out of the nine-year-old's throat. Benji did nothing to resist. He caressed his molester's thighs to urge him to go faster. The ebony young man readily complied.
The audio was a mix of a constant stream of water, a young boy glucking and slurping, and wet skin slapping against wet skin for the next few minutes. Benji's small head pistoned on the ebony loins. His cute button nose smashed repeatedly against the man's bushy dark pubes. The man's hand took a firm grip on the boy's head. He rammed his cock in again and again. The bulge in Benji's throat moved faster and faster. Benji then reached down to play with himself. He jerked his dickie furiously. The boy was horny as hell!
Benji then fluttered his eyes open. His hazel brown eyes twinkled with lust. He glanced up to look at his man. Their gaze must have met since the man slowly stopped pumping his hips. The long, thick black cock withdrew from Benji's mouth. It was slick with saliva and the boy's throat juices. Long, muscular arms reached down to help Benji up to his feet. The brat smiled a knowing smile. He voluntarily spun around and spread his cheeks. The young man didn't waste any time. He gripped his cock and aimed. It slid inside the boy with zero effort.
Once again, the man's pubes kissed the boy's cheeks. Benji cooed with delight amidst the sound of running water. The man's hands then moved down to the boy's hips. They held onto his slim waist before he started to move. Back and forth, his large, toned ebony hip went. His cock slid in and out of Benji's rectum. The brown-haired boy braced the shower wall when the young man picked up the pace. His smaller body lurched forward with each sharp thrust. The man's ebony pelvis loudly smacked against the boy's buns. The boy and man groaned even louder than that.
Close-ups were interspersed with the young boy's ordeal. The young man's big lips smacked against the little boy's smaller ones. Pink little nipples jutted out and were pinched by large ebony fingers. Hard, slim little dickie flopped around in excitement. Pale white ass split by the biggest blackest dick. Big black nuts slapping against taut white marbles. The editor commended whoever took the raw footage. They must be skilled to not allow even a droplet of water to fall on the lens.
Benji's moans of delight reverberated on the shower tiles. The rapid slaps on his cheeks filled the room. The young man then scooped the nine-year-old boy into his arms. Benji mewled while the man lowered himself and the boy into the empty tub. Only the top half of the brown-haired boy's naked torso was visible to the camera now. It didn't take a lot to imagine what was being done to his lower half. Benji shook his head from side to side. His body bounced hard up and down. His voice rose to a crescendo. The boy braced himself for one wild ride.
Jets of water splattered across the boy's bare back. His matted brown hair flopped around with each bounce. Benji threw his head back with delight. His expression was one of pure joy. The man then pulled him in to disappear completely into the tub. For a few seconds, they were gone. Then the young man’s muscular back rose into the frame. Benji’s skinny legs were raised above the man’s shoulders. What he lacked in visuals, he made up for in volume. Benji howled over the running water when the man pumped his hips in deep, sharp thrusts. Benji’s legs flailed wildly. The force of the fuck overwhelmed the little boy. He was delirious from the pistoning hips. Filthy pleas to fuck him harder reverberated from the bottom of the tub.
The man then scooped up Benji in his arms once more. The boy held on for dear life. The massive cock stretched his anus obscenely. Rivulets of water ran down their naked bodies. Their rough coupling splattered droplets across the floor. Benji tightened his grip around the man’s neck. The young man slammed the boy onto his cock like a fuck toy. All ten of Benji’s toes stretched wide. Benji shook around like a rag doll. He rested his weary head on the young man’s square chest. His face turned away from the camera. His yowls hinted he was wearing a great big smile. Loud slaps of wet skin echoed in the bathroom. Deep grunts of lust joined in on the cacophony.
Several deep, hard thrusts later, the man roared in triumph. His big black nuts contracted. His back arched forward. He pulled Benji in for a few hard strokes with long pauses. The boy cooed with delight. He looked up to his man with a smile. Tears were in his eyes. Snot ran down his nose. But the way he beamed at his man with his mouth open said he was deeply satisfied. The young man continued to slow-pump into Benji. Huge wads of cum spurted out of his overstuffed hole. Seems like there’s only so much Benji’s colon can hold. The river of cum ran down the boy’s ass. They dripped in dollops into the bathtub. The man then leaned down for a deep, passionate kiss. The boy happily took his large tongue into his small mouth.
“Benji was not the only one who missed his new friend’s company,” the narration picked up at the end of the scene. There was a slow fade out from the man and boy make-out session into a lingering shot of stock footage of a home’s first-floor hallway. “While the older boys were only gone for a few hours, it felt like a lifetime for the frisky younger ones. Timmy got the ball rolling when he gave a wonderful surprise to his older brother in the living room,” the narrator continued. The shot then slow-panned to the left towards the staircase leading up to the second floor. “He did that in front of all of his friends. He didn’t care if they were all watching. Timmy loved his older brother too much to care. And so was his brother as he loved Timmy back,” the narrator went on while the shot continued to pan to the entrance to the living room. “As Timmy’s older brother took him down on the floor, all the younger boys came to see it his way. They all took their new friends by the hands, and the older boys swept the younger ones off their feet,” the narrator concluded.
The shot was followed by a cut to a living room ceiling with a ceiling fan turning in slow motion. “Clothes were quickly stripped and thrown up in the air,” the narrator said. There was a slow-motion shot of a T-shirt thrown up into the air as soon as he said that. “T-shirts, shorts, pants, undies, and a single pair of girls’ underwear all went up to the ceiling before raining down all over the room,” the narrator read off. Each article of clothing mentioned popped up in sequence, one by one, before falling back down off-screen. “The older boys set themselves upon the younger ones like predators on prey. They, too, had missed their little playmates during their training session. And now it’s time to play once again,” the narrator concluded.
The lingering shot of the living room entrance slowly dissolved into a sea of naked bodies. Boys and teens were on the sofa, the carpet, and even the Mickey Mouse-shaped table. Large athletic bodies wrapped around small hairless ones. Skinny limbs tangled with beefy arms and legs. Small lips wrapped around giant cocks. Giant dicks pummeled upturned bubble butts. Eager mouths sucked on invading tongues. Muscular teens groaned. Little white boys moaned. Hands roamed everywhere. Bodies glistened with sweat.
The camera panned across the mass of undulating bodies in the room. It then cuts to each of the ten young stars of the production. The editor wanted to make sure that every boy had their moment. The first one was Timmy. He was on his belly on the carpet. The white young man on top of him used his ass as a trampoline. The angle could only show the upper half of his body. One look at his face, however, told in great detail what was happening to his backside. Little Teddy was also on his belly beside him. He was buried to his neck under a muscular Latino man’s torso. The small child clawed at the carpet and closed his eyes. He looked like he was enjoying the pistoning hips slamming against his pert little bubble butt. The curly-haired blonde cooed and gurgled to wordlessly demand more of the rough treatment.
Jimmy and Johnny were on all fours in front of the television. The older ginger boy was fucking his baby brother. A big black cock pummeled Johnny’s ass in rapid strokes. The force hurled Johnny forward with each sharp thrust. A pair of big black hands gripped Jimmy’s slim hips tightly. They pulled the younger boy in to slam his butt against Johnny’s bald pubes. Each time Johnny lurched forward, Jimmy’s ass would slam him back to the cock. The three fucked in perfect sync. The two boys howled in unison. Jimmy lolled his little tongue like a bitch in heat. Johnny sobbed from overstimulation. He held onto his baby brother’s shoulders for support. His face said he loved being used as a cock sleeve while using his brother as his cock sleeve. Tears of joy rolled down his cheeks. The man took that as a cue to fuck him even harder.
The shot then cuts to Andy and Mikey. The naked brown-haired boys were on the Mickey Mouse-shaped table. Mikey was on his back. Andy was on his chest on top of him. Both boys were locked in a sixty-nine. Each vigorously bobbed their head and sucked on the other’s hard little cocklets. Both also have a massive cock stuffed up their butts. The flesh tubes glistened as they pistoned hard into their holes. The Latino man who was fucking Mikey then reached down with one hand. He grabbed Andy by the hair and off Mikey's dick. The man then pulled his cock out of Mikey and offered it to Andy’s face. The boy had a drunken look on his face. He didn’t think twice about opening his mouth and wrapping his lips around its girth. The man held Andy's head up by the tufts of his brown hair. Once he was satisfied, he released Andy and slipped his cock back into Mikey’s hole. Likewise, Andy went back to sucking Mikey’s cock like there was no tomorrow.
Another threesome filled the screen. This time, it was Benji and Billy on the couch. The brown-haired boy hugged the smaller blonde-haired one tight. Their bodies shook around like a pair of ragdolls. The men they were with were barely visible. Outlines of his shapely abs were at the bottom of the screen. At first glance, it looked like Benji was fucking Billy while the man bounced Benji on his cock. A closer look revealed that it was not the case. Both the man and Billy were fucking Benji at the same time. Billy's hard dick and the man's fat cock stretched Benji's ass lips to the limit. The taller boy threw his head back with delight. The smaller one sucked on his teat like a baby. Both chanted a litany of delirious whines. Neither looked like they wanted the wild ride to end.
Cody and Charlie came into the frame next. Both brown-haired boys were bent over a sofa's headrest. Their men pummeled their asses without mercy. The skinny girly boy squealed like a girl. His shorter-haired companion squealed even girlier. The shot went back and forth between their asses and their faces. When the black cock pummeled Cody's anus, he drooled on the headrest. When the brown nuts slapped against Charlie's pale marbles, he clawed on the couch. Two big hands then pushed Charlie and Cody's heads toward each other. The pair didn't resist. Instead, they opened their mouths for a deep kiss. Charlie threw one arm over Cody's shoulders. Cody held Charlie's hand in his. The lovebirds moaned into each other's mouths. Their men ignored them to fuck them silly.
Once again, the shot dissolved into a view of the entire living room. The cartoony decor and furniture brought a sharp contrast to what was happening on-screen. Naked boys fucked on Donald Duck sofas. Sweaty boys sucked on 101 Dalmatian couches. Boys kissing other boys on the Mickey Mouse carpet. Two boys slurped on a big black dick while a Pluto cartoon played on TV. Three boys bent over a Goofy-themed low table. Innocent young faces spurted with cum while resting on a Chip n’ Dale throw pillow. Cum dripped down the Ducktales wallpaper while an exhausted boy crumpled down on the floor. Not a single act performed in the clip would’ve been approved by Walt Disney. The editor smirked at that while sipping from his mug. Everything was exactly how the client wanted it to be.
The last shot of the orgy scene was all ten of the boys in a circle. They were on their backs on the large Mickey Mouse table. All ten white boys were sweaty and tired from the non-stop fuck marathon. Eight large cocks of various colors, shapes, and sizes were aimed at their faces. Eight large hands stroked each cock. Eight full seconds passed before eight salvos of cum sprayed out of each dick. The viscous fluid splattered on each boy’s face, hair, chest, and belly. The boys were too spent to resist. They just closed their eyes and allowed the men to mark them with their jizz. Some even stuck out their tongue to lick the goo off their lips. Their small hands rested on their bellies. Their chests rose and fell with each deep breath they took. A look of satisfaction was plastered on each boy’s face.
“Timmy and his friends had an amazing playdate,” the narration chimed in. “Each of them had more fun than they ever could imagine. By the end of the afternoon, Timmy and his friends came out of their playdate filled to the brim with joy,” the text-to-speech went on. As if to illustrate the point, the camera panned across the boys’ exposed anuses. Each one gaped like a cavern, streaming a river of cum. Not a single one of their holes was puckered after the ordeal. All of the once-innocent little boys had blossomed into pure cock sluts. Their blooming pink holes were undeniable proof of that.
"By the time they recovered, the afternoon sun was setting. Once again, the older boys herded the younger ones to get cleaned. Although it was tempting, they managed to get clean without incident," the narration went on. The panning shots of gaping cummy anuses dissolved into a shot of the large house with the backdrop of an orange setting sun. It was then followed by stock footage of a running shower and the sounds of scrubbing. "Well, most of them, anyway," the narrator playfully spoke. The shot was interrupted by several shots of hardcore boy-on-man shower sex scenes. They were from his older works, but he spliced and edited them together to make them look like they were the same boys. Have to make things interesting to keep the audience's attention, after all!
"Night was fast approaching. A hearty meal of pizzas and takeouts was ordered. The boys all filled their bellies with something other than male discharge. Once the food had been polished and the trash had been taken out, they marched upstairs to bed. They were all spent from the day's ordeals, so unfortunately, there was no one interested in playing again that night," the narrator went on. The shots that followed showed a gentle time-lapse of the setting sun behind the house before pulling up to show the starry night sky.
"Timmy and his friends all dreamt of the fun they've had this past weekend. He wished that this weekend would never end. Yet the morning did come, and with it the knowledge that they needed to go home very soon," the narrator's voice spoke again. The stars in the sky were slowly fading. The shot gently panned down to the house again. This time, the morning sun slowly rose in the backdrop. "It was early morning when Timmy's brother woke him up. They needed to be home as soon as they promised their parents. Of course, Timmy whined and complained, but a promise is a promise," the narration continued.
The stock footage that followed was of legs in pajamas descending down the stairs, running shower heads, and a plate of an all-American breakfast on a table with the same jaunty music playing in the background. It was then spliced with another amateur cam shot of the boys waving at the camera while climbing up into the tour bus. "After a nice warm shower and a hearty breakfast, Timmy and his friends once again boarded the bus that would take them home," the narration went on. The next shot was stock footage of a tour bus pulling away from the side of the road before rolling down a busy street.
"Naturally, sitting in the same bus where they first lost their innocence had the boys very much restless," the fake dad voice carried on. "Their cheeks flushed and their pants tightened, the boys started seeking relief from the teenagers. Despite their attempts to be the responsible ones, the teens, too, were boys at heart. And no boy would ever turn down the chance to play to their heart's content," the narrator concluded. The shot then turned to several scenes of small hands groping big hairy cocks and little boys removing their shirts while sitting on young men's laps. They were once again older works that the man spliced together to make things interesting. A little after-service for his old clients and promo materials for his future ones.
"Once again, the clothes were off, and the fun began. None of them bothered with the privacy of the sleeping bunks anymore. Timmy and his friends were too used to seeing each other naked now. Modesty was out of the picture as they set themselves upon the teenage boys," the narrator started again. A montage of hardcore, very graphic images of athletic young men fucking little white boys soon followed. Boys on a hardwood floor. Boys bent over sofas. Boys lying on tables. Boys lying on top of each other. All willing participants. All wailing with joy. None was part of the original footage.
"They even included two new friends in their fun," the narrator went on, "The first was a young boy scout who got lost on the way to camp." The shot then cuts to a brown-haired nine-year-old in a scout uniform trekking on the side of the road. He looked a bit worn carrying the large backpack on his back. The tour bus rolled up close on the road behind him. The Boy Scout looked back and stuck out his thumb. The next shot was of the scout climbing onto the bus. A shot of him wearing a look of genuine shock followed after that. He looked as though he saw what was happening in the bus cabin beyond the camera. This was followed by a shot of the bus's open door and the scout's backpack, uniform shirt, and dress shorts flung out of it.
The editor grinned at this particular scene. It's amazing what you can find in stock footage libraries with a little bit of patience. The scene then showed the bus pulling out and speeding back up the road. It then cuts to a shot of a white boy's naked torso wearing nothing but a Boy Scout's ascot. It was sweaty and undulating. His pink hard cock waggled around like a puppy dog’s tail. A pair of big brown hands pinched his dime-sized nipples. The framing suggests the poor scout's fate was the same as the other young white boys on the bus. A massive brown cock pumping in and out of his ass dispelled any other assumptions.
"The second one was a boy who mistakenly took the tour bus for a public one," the narrator continued. This time, the shot showed a young black boy wearing a sports jersey and a cap. He was sitting at a bus stop when the tour bus pulled up. Just like the Boy Scout before him, the stock footage showed him wearing a shocked look on his face. It was followed by his sports jacket, jeans, and cap flying out of the door before the bus pulled out of the stop.
"Timmy and his friends did nothing to correct his mistake. Instead, they all congratulated their new friend on making the best mistake in his young life," the narration went on. The shot of the bus driving off cuts to a naked black boy's sweaty torso. Boyish lips clamped over his taut brown nipples. Their blonde and brown mops bobbed along with their small heads. From the way the black boy's slim, hard dick twitched, he seemed to appreciate their attention. The pale white cock pistoning in and out of his hole seemed to help as well.
"And so the bus drove on with their passengers new and old, too invested in what they were doing to appreciate the views outside the window," the narrator spoke. The boyish foursome shot cut to stock footage of a tour bus driving down the road of a winding green hill. The camera tracked the bus's movement as the narration droned on. "Timmy, his brother, and their friends learned something important this weekend trip. That is, every place can be their little magic kingdom, and the happiest place on earth is never too far away," the narrator concluded.
The bus made its final turn down the road to disappear behind a hill. The shot lingered where it was last before a jaunty tune played through the speakers and the credits rolled. Of course, all the names and credentials are fake. They were just there to complete the look. The client specifically requested it. Who was he to deny them when they're footing all the bills? Several dozen fake names later, the screen faded to black with the words "The End" plastered across the screen. Then, in smaller prints below, "Made in the U.S.A." appeared.
The man leaned back to take one last sip of coffee from his mug. This was his best cut yet. He felt happy with the final product. Everything that the client wanted was there. He moved the mouse on the options to render the film and clicked the "OK" button. The computer's fan whirred to life. The graphics card took over at his command. The droning sound of the fan soon filled the room.
"I'm hoooome!" announced a boyish voice. The man looked at the on-screen clock. It was a quarter past three. He was home right on time. Of course, in a town as small as theirs, there was nothing to delay traffic. Not that there was any traffic, to begin with. That was what he found charming about this town. No traffic, no crowds, no cheating ex-wives. A simple life for simple people.
He picked up his empty mug and went for the door. There would be a few more minutes before the video is ready. There was no rush. He finished on time. He closed the door and climbed up the set of stairs. He then emerged from the door under the stairs to his hallway. Right before him stood his pride and joy. The child was dressed in his favorite blue baseball jersey and a matching blue cap. His pretty blonde curls were what he got from his mother. Everything else he got from him.
"Hi, Daddy!" the blonde boy gave a gap-toothed smile.
"Hey there, sport!" the man smiled back. He knelt to one knee and leaned in close. The boy did the same while on his feet. The man tilted his head and sought his son's mouth. Their lips locked. Their tongues intertwined. The little boy sighed and closed his eyes. This was his favorite part of the day, too.
Father and son smacked their lips before pulling away. The kid made a face at his dad. "Eugh! Coffee!" he gave a wry grin.
The man chuckled before licking his lips. "Pizza day?" he said, tasting the sauce from his son's mouth.
"Yep!" the boy happily chirped.
"So you're not hungry for Daddy?" the man grinned.
"Noooo," the boy whined as he threw his arms around his father. The tease worked. The man chuckled as he scooped the boy into his arms. He then bridal-carried his boy up the stairs. They won't be seeing the first floor again until dinner time.
"Say, sport," the man whispered to his son's ear, "Do you like Disneyland?"
"Yeah," he purred while nuzzling his father's face with his cheek.
"Then you're in for a treat," the man chuckled, "Because I got something amazing to show you."
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