'Come on, Preston, you an do better than that. Bounce on my dick like you mean it!" The kid was exhausted, truly exhausted. It was near the end of the day, and he would soon have to bicycle home for summer with his mom and his aunt who had come to visit. He had had a full day, sucking dick, licking balls, getting punished, getting fucked, going to the mall, working on developing his crawling technique and more. Just another day really in Preston's busy summer with me. But still, I couldn't let him get away with a lazy fuck at the end of the day. I wanted to feel some rectal work being done on my fucking huge dick embedded up his thirteen year old ass. I wanted to feel his cunt squeeze and milk my dick, and I wanted him to bounce hard so my fuckhead went deep into his little boy guts. I wouldn't be happy until he was in extreme discomfort if not pain.

"I'm so tired, Sir..." he gasped, his thin boyish chest slick with the sweat of our labors, his brown boy tits hard and pointy rising and falling."

"I know, baby, but your'e just fucking up and down. I want you to bounce. bounce so my twatfucking meat digs deep into your cuntal womb." Of course I was fucking him deep. Deeper than most thirteen year old boys had ever experienced, and with my asshole widening thickness making it even more difficult for the little fuck, but I wasn't about to tell him he was doing well enough. Oh no. One must always urge a boy on to further perfection in become ing a fuck pig boy.

"No matter how much it hurts, just bounce as hard as you can, baby. Remember I'm here for you." I could feel that I was deep into his bowels, perhaps even into the intestine. I held his slender hips and moved my arms up and down, bouncing him even more on my swollen fuckmeat. I had allowed him no lube except his own spit. But now his inner ass juices were doing alot of the work for him. I could feel his ass lips pull out with each upthrust of his body, and then fold in on each downward bounce.

"Can you twist a little while you are bouncing so the dickhead gets into ever corner of your inner cunt?" This is the sway little Preston had been spending every day of his summer. I seldom gave him a day off. I wanted him to learn that for a little faggot to be like him, life was about nothing except sex. Constant Sex. It's an important lesson for cute thirteen year olds to learn. His feet were on either side of my hips, and he pushed up and down with his legs, rising and falling, eight of my eight and a half thick inches coming out of his cuntal folds with each upthrust, only to be buried balls deep on the downward bounce.

He was starting to get the hang of it, after weeks and weeks of fucking. He was starting to realize that he must always push further and harder, that he must always try harder to please me. By next week, i should be able to pull my cock head out on each up thrust and punch fuck it back into him when he bounced down. That really fucking opens a boy asshole for good. Meantime of course, we would continue to stretch the boypussy with various fun objects. He must not go a single day without feeling that his young ass is being totally wrecked and turned into a sloppy whore hole of a cunt.

He was emitting long grunts now on each bounce. My hands left his hips and grabbed his tits. I was close. Close to shooting my baby batter up his boycunt once again. 'Fuck harder. Fuck harder you fucking little boy Bitch!" I noticed that his dick was hard. That was a new development. Before the pain had kept his teen cock flaccid during our fucks, but now he was starting to respond in a different way. Maybe it was because he had not shot a load in so long, and his baby makers were full of juice.

Nothing like a thirteen year old boy in the first glow of full puberty, unable to unload his balls. It's enough to drive a kid nuts. He was panting and groaning, and I reached down and slapped his balls sack hard to keep him from cumming. I really gave those boy eggs a good one. The right nut went crashing into the left, Preston let out with an inhuman howl, and I shot my load up his moist young cunt. One, two , three, four, five spurts of fuck into his bowels. He sobbed and threw his pretty head.

"AWWWWWWW, what did you do that for?" he screamed, reeling from the slap to his young sensitive nuts.

"To keep you from cumming. I didn't give you permission to empty your balls. You were enjoying my dick up your pussy so much, your little boy clit was about to shoot. We can't have that." I held him still and felt his rectum milking the rest of the sperm from my pisshole. My fuckmeat softened a bit. I eased the big slimy dick out of his ass. It finally plopped free, strings of cum and ass juice clinging from cockhead to asslips. He hole was a fucking red, raw, cavern. It looked nothing like a normal teenage asshole and very much like a fucked out cunt. I wish more teenage boy assholes looked like that.

He collapsed then, onto my chest, half sobbing, half just heavy breathing from exhaustion. I gently pushed him back and kissed his angelic lips.

"Clan my dick," I said to him softly with a smile. He knew what was expected of him. We had been over and over the routine. it was his job to keep his cunt clean and his job to clean my dick after fucking his hole. I truly believe that part of him was learning to really love my dick. He wrinkled his cute nose a bit at the smell, but that was his own fault. Then he went about licking from root to tip of my fat flopping fuck stalk. "Don't forget around the balls where some of the ass juice dripped." Soon I was clean.

'May I please have a drink of water? " he asked his mouth thick with cum and ass secretions.

"No, baby, you have to get home for supper. Wait until you get home." I wanted him to taste my cock and his ass all the way home. "Don't forget to be on time tomorrow. I don't want to have to punish you again."

He looked so tired, so totally worn out, that it almost gave me another hard on. "it was my Aunt's fault today honest, Sir."

I took his face in my hands. "Oh I believe you Preston. But sometimes life does that to us. It was your aunt's fault, but you still broke one of our rules, and so you had to pay. It's okay, I forgive you. His mouth was rank, so I kissed his forehead. "What do you tell your mom, when you come home all sweaty and gunky and exhausted?" He climbed off me, his dick swinging over his teen ball sack.

"I tell her I was playing hard on the playground at school. Ball or something." he started to get dressed.

"Good boy. Wait before you pull your underpants and jeans up, I want you to shove this seven inch rubber dildo up your ass for me." He looked at it with a totally defeated, helpless look on his cute face. "Come on, you have been so good today, I don't want you to let me down now. I want you to ride home on your bike with this dildo up your ass. Then I want you to keep it up your ass all night until you get here tomorrow." Have you ever looked at a really cute twelve or thirteen year old boy and wondered what he would walk like with a seven inch dildo up his ass? i was pushing Preston it's true. But we had so much still to accomplish.

"What if I got to shit?" He looked so helpless.

"Simple my darling, you call me and ask permission to remove the dildo to shit. That back in it goes again. Remember I am always here for you. You do want to become my full time boyfriend, don't you? You want to live with me? Then you have to get yourself ready for real adult romance and sex. I have been patient with you because you are young, but soon I am going to expect you to perform like an adult lover. We have to get you ready."

I watched him as he lifted one leg and put it on a chair so that he could better shove the rubber cock up in between the small round cheeks of his teen ass. Little did he know, but he'd be wearing an even larger dildo to school in a few weeks when it started again in fall. Think how he would feel sitting in class all day with a rubber dick churning away in his guts.

"Now tomorrow, Preston, I have a special treat for you. I am having some of my adult friends over to meet you. I am so proud of you, that I want to show you off. So you need to be on your best behavior." He stopped pushing the rubber dick and looked at me with wide eyes.

"Will there be sex?" he asked with a very meek voice, his eyes cloudy with tears. He seemed so young sometimes, almost a baby.

"Of course there will be sex. We have to show off how good you are. But don't you worry about it. I am sure you will make me very proud.' He seemed to unhappily consider this, Then he shook his head and went back to stuffing his ass. It took him a while because I imagine it was quite painful. It was a thick dildo, and he had just been fucked raw. Nothing though like the fucking he was going to get tomorrow and in days to come."

Soon he was ready to go home, looking still quite sweaty and disheveled. "Oh, and Preston, baby, don't forget to send me the email addresses of all the boys in your grade in school."

"Why?" he asked, almost frightened it seemed to know. I smiled and ruffled his hair.

"I take an interest in my boyfriend. I want to know all about your school and your school life. It's because I love you. Now you shoot those addresses to me tonight, okay?"

The truth of course is that I had some photos i wanted to send out to Preston's schoolmates. And some ideas too about how boys in school should treat a dirty little faggot. So much fun ahead.