It's easy to take a child out of a state-run institution. All you have to do is sign the log sheet at the exit booth! The night guard hands me the clipboard. I fill out the form with some plausible but erroneous information. The guard doesn't verify it. Under the column 'justification of outing', I usually write down 'visit to parents' or 'extended therapy'. But since no one checks I could as well jot down the real reason; 'taking the kid out for hardcore sex'.

Sometimes, the lazy old dude even forgets to give me the log sheet. He's not the most diligent observer of security measures. Everyone knows the youngsters at Sternbrook suck his dick in exchange for smuggled goods from the outside...

So far, I've granted a weekend escapade to Elliot, because he's the best cocksucker / cumeater in the joint, also to Ryan the redhead, simply because he's a great fuck. Then again, all thirteen-year-old boys are great fucks. If you can overlook the zits and disproportionate members, horny thirteen-year-olds are surely the best cock riders.

Unfortunately, this weekend outing privilege causes jealousy amongst my young patients. One Friday, a cocky black kid gives me attitude about it. "How come you never take me with you, dawk? Izit cuz' I'm black?" the ten-year-old boy fumes.

"Geez, Darrell, don't get your panties in a bunch." I chuckle. "It's just that I'm pretty sure you won't enjoy what happens in my loft, darlin'."

"Why you talkin' like dat? I ain't no lil' kid!" he says. "I can rawk yer world."

The audacity of the mini thug enchants me. He's quite cute despite being so thin. The bald head perched on his long neck has beautiful sleek lines. The detached ears on each side of it and the small flat nose in the middle of his expressive face gives him a mischievous charm. However, I suspect he lacks worthwhile experience.

The brat used to invite his friends over for some webcam shows. They exposed their boners, sucked each other's dickies and put Hi-Liter markers in their buttholes. The daily broadcast garnered a huge audience of cyber perverts. But it's the kind of thing that gets you a sentence at Sternbrook as it falls under strict child porn laws.

His exhibitionism might shock some puritans, but it's not enough to be considered a slutty boy in my book. Darrell notices my attention is waning. The rascal lowers his shorts, enticing me with half of his brown bubble butt.

"You can fawk me if'ya wan," he grins wickedly. "I done it wit my brutha. He's thirteen..."

"No shit?!"

The naïve bravery of the child warms my heart. He dangerously underestimates the strength of a man in the prime of life. This is what I like about boys; their recklessness, or perhaps their stupidity?

"I'm a dirty boy!" Darrell adds, licking his lips.

He's earning points for that. But I still can't figure in which category to put him. There are three kinds of boys. The boring straight kid who follows the rules and has been brainwashed into thinking sex is bad. You can't touch those little princes with a ten foot pole! Then there's the kid who will try anything once. Those can be fun. But the best category is the slutty boy. Regrettably, it's not written on his forehead. And usually, appearances are deceiving.

For instance, you may think that the chunky little boy next door, building model rockets with his nerdy friends, is the portrait of innocence. Chances are he's the one you need to snag, because he will suck your dick for hours and spread his cheeks begging you to ram your fuckstick in his plump ass.

Not sure Darrell is that slutty.

"To be with me, you gotta be really dirty," I say candidly. "I like to fuck hard. You understand? A whole lotta shakin' goin' on."

The small boy stares at me full of hope. "I'm okay wit dat," he nods. "You can do whatever if you buy me some fly shooz."

**

At the mall, my new buddy is all smiles. He runs around in circles, sandals clattering on the floor. I stare at his beautiful smooth black legs and that hot round ass in his basketball shorts.

It doesn't surprise me to see that Darrell and I draw suspicious looks from the passersby. Obviously, I can't possibly fake that we are even remotely related. You can't blame folks for thinking something might be unconventional in our relationship. They are right anyway. From experience, I find that whenever you see an interracial man/boy couple, whether a white man with a black boy or a black man with a white boy, 95% of the time, the dude is a sugar daddy. And as for the boy, well he takes manmeat in the poop chute like a porn star.

After a movie and some junk food, Darrell and I head to my loft. In the bedroom, the eager kid kicks the sandals off his dainty feet. He removes his shirt, exposing a delicate chest. Then he gets rid of his shorts and undies. Because of the high ceilings, he seems even smaller.

My dick can't wait to have fun with the ten-year-old chocolate pixie. It drools and twitches. I move closer to inspect his anatomy even though I've seen him nude many times in my office. His penis is quite nice, slightly bigger than boys his age. They say black children hit puberty earlier. I guess that's true. The circumcised head is a paler brown in contrast with the darker tone of his ball bag. From the small of his back, the bubble of his butt emerges out like an overblown balloon.

"Like whatya see Dawkter Cox?" Darrell says with his usual pretentious grin.

"Uh-uh, now let's see if you're really dirty." I tackle him to the mattress. The kid giggles as my mouth nibbles his nipples. His dickie starts to stiffen immediately. He does not dodge my languorous kiss. In fact, he presses his fleshy lips against mine and rolls his frisky tongue in my mouth. My hands roam on his little hairless body.

"Hmmmmm." he moans.

The feverish beat of his heart echoes in my ears. His luminous eyes sparkle with lust. I bathe his genitals with saliva then gobble up his stiff little penis. The head is fully engorged and feels like hard candy on my tongue. Darrell's breathing becomes louder with the increasing pleasure. I lean back and throw a glance between the globes of his rump. His anus is shut tight, barely the size of a pea. I dive down and tickle the tiny button with the tip of my tongue. Then start darting at it.

"Hmmmmmm ooohhhhh! oooohhhh!" the kid coos.

"You like getting your butthole rimmed Darrell, uh?"

"Yeah," he squeaks, throwing me a grand smile.

His hole is located high in the cleft of his butt. For some boys, it is too low. In the case of Darrell I just have to spread his brown buns a bit to get full access, a considerable advantage during intercourse. I twirl my tongue a long time on the puckered orifice, happy that Darrell enjoys this type stimulation.

Soon, the kid is sexed up, his dick hard as wood, toes wiggling, eyes begging for more action. I take the opportunity to remove my pants and my underwear. When Darrell notices the size of my member, his eyes bulge out for an instant. Surely, it had just flashed in his mind that this huge meat stick is going to be inside him eventually! I climb on the bed with my big hairy balls waltzing and my long erection wagging left and right. Darrell lies on his side and grabs the pole to examine it closely. He deposits a few wet kisses along the shaft.

"You're gonna hafta do better than that..." I frown.

"I know," he snaps back. "There ain't no rush!"

I caress his firm buttocks surveying his mouth kissing my cock. He reaches the tip and starts licking it. His tongue traces the contour of the bulb. His lips crack open, swallowing more and more of the swollen head until they engulf it all. Much to my delight, Darrell lowers his chin and manages to take in a good part of my cock in his moist mouth. He begins a passionate blowjob that makes my balls contract.

"Oh yes, that's it. You're doing well now. Suck that cock!" I encourage him. "Yeah, show me how much you like that big hard cock!"

Darrell's little fist grips the base firmly. He increases the pace, sliding his stretched lips on the bloated flesh. Spittle glistens around his sucking mouth. The black kid bobs his bald head frantically, motivated by the desire to please me. In the drawer of the bedside table, I fish out my favorite lubricant. Some edible coconut flavored stuff that children love. I squirt the oil on my hard-on, providing Darrell an incentive to continue blowing me. But the time has come to sample his best attribute.

I lay behind him on my flank too and lift his short leg against his belly, the ideal position to penetrate a child, in my opinion. My shiny dick is poised in front of his parted buttocks pointing towards the target. The kid knows what's coming and grabs a pillow in preparation for the pain.

"Ready or not, here it comes!" I exclaim, pressing my dickhead against the small opening.

Darrell bawls, "Annngghhh! Annngghghhn!"

The rebellious sphincter compresses my glans. Despite the grimaces of my frail partner and his plaintive cries, I persevere. The folds of his anus distend around the crown, eliciting another round of lamentations from the boy.

"Ohhhrr, let me in," I groan. "Push out, Darrell, open your hole for me."

The kid listens to my advice. Suddenly, I can slip half of my eight inches in the narrow passage. The sight of my big white cock sandwiched between his little black cheeks makes my pulse race. I take a break, comfortably embedded. Darrell pants, his teeth clenched and all his toes spread out from the tensed union. The sweat on the nape of his neck tastes like stolen innocence.

After a while, our merged bodies relax. The wrinkles on Darrell's forehead disappear. At this point, he certainly has resigned himself to get assfucked and his cute dick is still standing up.

"Let's go," I say. "Can't wait to plow you hot lil' ass."

I start a short session of moderate back and forth. My oiled cock slides easily into him. The proud boy withholds his tears of pain and grumbles instead taking half of my cock in the can. His hole is unquestionably tight.

"Ohhh yeah, that's soooo good Darrell, hmmmm," I whisper in his ear. "Doing ok? Not too painful?"

"Okay." he peeps

I wrap an arm around his shoulders and with the other maintain his leg in the air below the knee. With the small body in my grip, I hasten the rhythm. Darrell whines, closing his eyes. His dilated anus absorbs more of my hard meat. I speed up the movement of my hips, pushing my cock deeper into his rectum.

"Uhhhh, shiitt fuck! Uhhhhhh! Unnghghh!" he curses.

"Told ya you'd get fucked hard," I say. "And we're just starting!"

Soon, I have reached a steady tempo of copulation. I pull out until the head of my cock is strangled by the inner ring of the anus and push roughly back into the hot tunnel. Darrell sweats profusely, his eyes rolling in their sockets. He fondles his boner evidently beginning to appreciate the ride! I pump his lil' black ass with more gusto. His moans fuel my ardor.

"Do you like that big cock, now?" I ask him.

"Yeah," he exhales. "It's all big and hot inside me!"

After ten minutes, I pull out to add another coat of lubricant. This allows Darrell some time to catch his breath. He perks up now that my cock has left his guts. His fingers explore the crack of his butt to estimate the damages. A sign of relief escapes his lips.

"It's not over. I told you it would be very hard." I state wryly. "So give me a big smile and get your legs in the air."

The obedient boy complies, drawing his knees to his chest, prying the cheeks of his black ass in such a nicely obscene way. His quivering gaping anus tries to shut tight, in vain. I place a pillow under his lower back. The resilience of the ten-year-old boy delights me. I know boys twice his age that would have fled for less. It's true that I never do things halfway.

For a moment, I consider getting my rocks off quickly and sparing the brazen kid a rough ride. Compared to me, he's so small and must weigh less than eighty pounds. But I reckon, one day or another Darrell will probably meet another pervert who's fond of extreme anal sex. Why not me?

I grasp his delicate ankles. I pin them down on the mattress next to his ears. Crouched over him, knees bent, the angle is perfect. My dick is hard like iron and dripping. I plunge into his hole and start plowing. With each passing second, I sodomize him faster and deeper.

"Arghghh! Arghhhn! It's too hawrd! Arrgghhhh!" Darrell protests. But his brown dickie says otherwise.

"Ohhhr we're just getting to it ..." I point out.

The kid wraps his toothpick arms around my neck. He whines like a puppy. His little bald head nods on the downstroke. I slam my big cock in his ass without holding back. The tight ring of his hole milks me. It's so amazingly hot!

"Ohhh Yesss ohhhhhh YESSS!" I rave, returning to the pace that I had previously reached with him.

In this missionary position, I can expect to go all the way. I begin the process, invading the kid's rectum. He screams as the large caliber of my shaft stretches his hole painfully. Only a couple inches remain outside. I stop plowing and glance between my thighs to see them vanish gently into the ring. The success electrifies me. I've crammed my whole cock inside him! My balls rest on his upturned ass!

Darrell drools and wipes the tears stinging his eyes. We both hiss together. I wait a moment until he gets his sense back.

"Almost there," I say. "Do you think you can take it like a man?"

"Uh-uh." Darrell grins faintly.

I get my hips moving. My thrusts become violent. I stare down into his eyes, fucking him hard and steady. When my cock is buried deep inside him, he grunts. His legs tremble during the savage lunges. Thankfully, the curve of his back digs a nest in the middle of the mattress, facilitating the rutting.

"Ohhh yesss! ORRHHHH Ohhhhh! Ohhhhhhhh!" I groan, possessed by the tribal rhythm.

Darrell's folded body jerks under my powerful assaults. I'm literally bouncing on him like a spring. He gets accustomed to the repetitive collision of our bodies and chirps comically, staring in disbelief at the huge tower of flesh going in and out of his brown hole. Assuredly, something he's gonna remember his entire life!

"Unnggh FAWK! FAWK! UNNGGH! FAWK!" he yells.

"ORRRRRH! I'm really nailing you now!"

At the peak of the frenzied fuck, my cock is like a piston. My balls slap against his buttocks. The bed bangs against the wall. "Jerk off, Darrell," I command. "I wanna see cum with my cock in your butt!"

The kid takes hold of his willy and tugs on it like a maniac. I see his face make a grimace as if he's about to cry. He shivers. He screeches. I pull back out of him and aim at his nose. My cock spits out thick globs of semen. I ejaculate again and again. The ropes of white cream land on his ebony face like pearl necklaces. My sore balls take a wonderfully long time to drain. Darrell shuts his eyes, savouring his own orgasm. In the end, he chuckles, "You slimed me!"