Debonair

Friendly Neighbours

Four short stories

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Filthy Rich

Chapter 1

Still I called it my home. During the summer, I opened the windows to listen to children play. Boys and girls of all ages, and of almost all nationalities. Their loud shrieks and squeaky voices was like music to me. Whenever I had free time, I spied on them. Watching the boys, only the boys, toss a ball or roughhouse on the cement. With my binoculars, I could easily enjoy their glorious forms. One kid in particular, blond and lively, had loose pants. And when he wrestled, I often caught a flash of his little genitals.

A new typical family arrived in May. Mom, deadbeat dad and three kids, all male. The oldest son was named Tommy and he was ten. His little brothers I didn't care for. They were merely toddlers of less than four years of age. Much to my surprise, they were caucasians. Then again, Tommy was so beautifully tanned from spending all his time in the sun, that his golden skin was more akin to a Mexican child.

The skinny boy always wore his Brewer's cap, covering his extremely short light brown hair. The rest of his clothes betrayed the sad state of the family's financial situation. His t-shirts were faded and sporting ugly designs. On his loins, amazingly tight blue shorts clung to his firm little behind like a second skin. It was out of the question to put Nike shoes on his feet. The brand he wore was unknown.

Many nights, I dreamed of running my hands on his hairless legs all the way up under the hem of his shorts. The kid seemed sullen and lonely. Rarely smiling. Probably lacking affection from his folks who cared exclusively for the two smaller tykes. Don't get me wrong. He did make a friend. A black boy about his age. When they kicked a soccer ball on the asphalt, he grinned, relishing the short recess from his solitary life. Afterwards, they sat on the wrought iron stairs, to savour a well-deserved one foot Mr. Freeze.

Tommy would unload all the repressed conversations from his chest. His girlish vocal cords produced the most delightful high-pitched sounds. Every time, he would stick the frozen colored treat between his thighs, pretending to have a huge dong and yelling: "I have the biggest dick in the world!"

In the morning, I crossed the boy's path on the way to work. He trudged silently with his young siblings tagging along, his heavy bag pack on his back, as they went to the nearby elementary school. I could glimpse at his cute face. His big brown eyes glancing one instant at me.

Most of his evenings were dedicated to soccer. He consumed the last of his energy playing with older boys until his mother summoned him into the apartment at nine o'clock. I would take my post, opening the curtains slightly to have a clear view with my binoculars. Scanning the inky darkness, I waited for Tommy to flip the light on and illuminate the bedroom. It was fantastic then. I could see everything as he got ready for bed.

Since my condo was on the first floor and his bedroom on the third. I could only capture the images of the kid's upper body. He undressed nonchalantly, giving me an eyeful of his hairless chest with two pink nipples. I imagined the rest in my head, watching the movement of his arms as he pulled his shorts down. If only I had been born a bird.

Even though the erotic strip tease featured the less interesting half of Tommy. I still glued my eyes to his bedroom window every night. During one of my spying session, something scary happened. The nude boy approached the window.

I didn't budge, feeling protected by the cloak of darkness inside my cozy condominium unit. The ten-year-old surveyed the speeding cars in the street. He raised his gaze to my level and that's when he saw me. Completely paralysed, we reflected our stares, his eyes bulging. He waved his hand, showing me he had acknowledged my presence quite certainly.

Sweat poured down my forehead. My bones suddenly aching. Seeing I didn't mirror his friendly gesture, he shrugged his shoulders, mouthing the word 'pervert' on his lips. Climbing on a chair, he danced like a go-go boy, his serious eyes still fixed on me. I could see all of him now. His limp pricklet flopped around from the obscene hip shakes. Even from across the street, I could tell the small wiener was not circumcised.

The show lasted a few moments and he stepped down. He gave me the finger and turned off the light. My heart skipped a beat. I didn't sleep well that night. All the familiar noises made me flinch. I envisioned the cops rapping on my door the next day to arrest me. Or even worse, mothers getting together and posting flyers around the neighbourhood with my picture on it. The words 'child molester' underlined. And under them, the account of Tommy's mother's sad pleas for justice: 'This forty-year old man is stalking my innocent son!'

The boy's naked body flashed in my brain. He was the only one on the planet who knew my secret. I prayed he would keep his mouth shut.

At dawn, I strolled nervously, fighting hard to keep my composure as I neared the ten-year-old with his two brothers. I made sure there was no expression on my face. Like nothing had ever happen. Throwing my stare furtively to him, I saw him wink and smile wickedly. It made my day.

I stopped watching him undress. Afraid to relive the embarrassing experience. The line between the good life and imminent demise so thin. However, the boy's soprano voice called me on the weekends. Nothing could have pried me from behind the glass. I studied carefully his sexy boyish body. Burning the images of his boisterous behaviour in my mind. The boy's skin glistening in the afternoon sun.

It was during one of my moment of contemplation that I found out Tommy had started a paper route. I zoomed on the big red bag he was carrying and took a mental note of the newspaper's name. Within five minutes I was a subscriber.

For the whole week, I was in heaven. Waiting for the kid to collect his due. On Sunday, the doorbell rang and my heart sank. I had been fantasizing about this instant for so long. Anticipating gleefully the close meeting with the object of my infatuation.

I buzzed the kid in and opened the door, practicing my prepared lines for the chat. The rascal's light steps echoed in the corridor. He walked hurriedly to me and halted on a dime, recognizing my face.

"Hi!" I said with an honest tone.

"Hello mister 3;" he peeped suspiciously. Fright making his irises balloon grotesquely.

"What's your name?" I inquired, as if I didn't know the answer.

"My name is Tommy and I'm the paperboy." he responded naively.

The silence that followed seemed to last forever. I undressed him with my eyes, examining every inch of his frame. The boy could sense the lust in my stare. His toes curled up, stretching the fabric of his cheap tennis shoes as he fidgeted anxiously. I was the carnivorous beast and he was the piece of meat.

He bravely informed me of how much I was owing him. As he spoke, I wished he was begging me to take his shorts down and fill him up with my hot spunk.

"There you go. Here's your four bucks for the week and a two-dollar tip."

"Thanks!" Tommy exclaimed, eyeing the bills in the palm of his little hand. His face lit up and he dashed out suddenly, remembering momentarily how near he was to a sicko.

"See ya next week!" I shouted.

As time flew by, I got bolder with Tommy. Interrogating him on the most intimate details. "Do you play with your penis?", "Did you ever touch another boy's dick?", "Do you know what sperm is?"

Tommy had no choice but to face my litany of degrading questions, blushing brightly. I only paid him after he responded sincerely. The sight of his confused facial expressions was priceless. Once, he avoided my lurid investigation. Unaware it would simply grant him one quarter for the tip, like all his other customers. He trotted away dejected and never eluded any of my queries after.

From this, I learned more about his life. Fuelling my demented attraction to the lad. As expected, the tough school he was attending was not the ideal place to shield his innocence. He had been masturbating for two years. Sometimes, sharing his session of onanism with his black pal. His young bros also were expert wankers and he often took pleasure from their stubby fingers. He understood everything regarding making babies and sex. Every cavity a man could stick his pole into.

His unquenchable curiosity had driven him into the room of a teenager. The older male had jacked off for him. Unveiling the mystery of jizz as he spewed his ball juice on his muscular chest. Tommy thought it was gross.

With each weekly tip, the kid's escalating addiction to money increased. I requested that he dropped his pants and he did. I requested he allowed me to fondle his privates and he acquiesced. All these demands earning him three crisp bucks to spend. I wondered if the kid pounded his pud thinking about me. Imagining my dirty paws exploring his hairless package.

He let me take Polaroids of his nakedness, front and back. His boydick soft or hard. The one I preferred showed him strictly wearing his eternal baseball hat with nothing else on. I traded the pictures on the net. My boyloving friends sending me the photos of the handsome pupils they were in love with.

That year, Halloween landed on a Friday. I was surprised to hear my doorbell resonate. For the gloomy holiday failed to lure kids inside the austere building I dwelt. It pained me. And I always ended up with bags full of candy. But not this time I grinned.

The young boy who tiptoed to my door was alone, dressed in a full body Spiderman attire. There were only two holes for the eyes. The close-fitting garment accentuated deliciously his little lump though.

"Trick or treat!" he sang.

"There you go!" I retorted, dispensing generously most of my sugary goodies in his bag.

"I don't want candy, I want cash." the child snapped back.

"You better show me your butt fast if you want cash little twerp." I mumbled, recognizing the familiar voice.

Tommy removed his mask and I leaped on him to tickle his ribs. He had liven up since I first met him. I credited myself pretentiously for the kid's change of attitude. His natural reflexes didn't control his nervous system anymore. I could easily touch the boy without making him back away protectively.

His mother didn't expect him 'till nine. He had willingly decided to stay with me for the last hour before his curfew. We watched a horror flick on TV. Tommy sat on the carpet, in his snug disguise, slurping on a lollipop obscenely. Knowing full well it would torture me.

"Hey mister!" he called abruptly.

"Call me Ryan please." I remarked.

"Okay then Ryan. If you give five bucks, you can suck me 3;" he declared, a sly twinkle in his eyes.

I frowned, pretending to be shocked. The child was not that dumb after all. He would benefit from my blowjob and the five dollars. My bosom swelled with pride. I had been elected to accomplish the first blowjob on his virgin peter.

"Get naked Spiderman!" I smiled.

The ten-year-old rose to his feet merrily. I lowered the zip in the back of his outfit, all the way to the cleft of his lovely tight arse and waited for him to finish undressing. On my knees and sitting on the heels of my feet, I admired my randy plaything. He fought against the skin-tight costume to bare his arms and legs. My cock was aching in my jeans. He had nothing on under the Halloween suit.

Tommy raced to me excitedly, a spring in his steps. I gripped his buns and crushed his sex on my nose, sniffing the boy's aroma. With my tongue, I licked under his scrotum, titillating his smooth perineum. Then I swallowed his hairless nuts, watching closely his diminutive organ rise from the flow of blood to it.

Tommy was mesmerized as I made love to his genitals, licking his hardening dink and nibbling on his drawn testicles. He cooed loudly. I kneaded his buttocks, violently moving my tongue everywhere on his crotch. His beautiful young tool was curving upward. I retracted his foreskin with my lips and it soared again to almost three inches [7½ cm], its mushroom head blossoming.

The rubbery peg bounced as I lashed the tip of my tongue at it. The most charming erection and it was in my living room. I engulfed the throbbing little bone. The taste making my head spin. I could easily take all of him in my mouth. From time to time, I suckled his spongy glans but mostly focused on sucking the entire little hard-on.

"Uhhh uhhh I'm so hard! Uhhh yeeeeaaahh," Tommy squealed while I blew him. His cute grimaces aroused me. I doubled the intensity, really suctioning the tiny morsel. When it was evident that he was about to climax, I sank my oral probe inside his bellybutton, letting his pleasure dwindle.

"Again please 3; suck it again!" he panted.

I wanted the amazing interlude to last forever. So I teased the boy. Sucking and pausing. Until his body was electrified and his knees sagged. Finally, I clasped my lips behind his cherry knob, bobbing my head steadily.

"Ohhh OHHHH I'm gonna cum! OHHHH!" Tommy cried. "I'm cumming! I'm cumming! OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

The sound of his soprano wails made me cream my underwear. The finger-sized dickie twitched in my mouth. As it softened to its original state, I kissed it. Utterly satisfied, Tommy fell on his skinny ass. Dazzled by the new experience.

I secretly hoped every day was Sunday. The boy's enthusiasm for sexual tingles reminded me of my first impulses at about the same age. He didn't say hello anymore. He just stepped inside and dropped his shorts, already hard at the prospect of my mouth on his young stiffy.

I didn't mention to him that this was our secret and he couldn't tell anyone. For fear that he would outsmart me and start bribing me. He could have easily created an adult slave out of me. Just by threatening to spill his guts to his folks.

So I had to live with the possibility that the boy was babbling to everybody about my pussy mouth. In my nightmares, a dozen kids show up at my doorstep, commanding me to suck their willies or else 3; it's prison time.

Nevertheless, I was confident Tommy would not dare spoil our little arrangement. Dedicated to pleasing him. I suggested a thorough rimming. The boy thought it was disgusting. But since he was a the receiving end of the vile act, he didn't mind at all resting his torso on the sofa cushion for me to perform the naughty chore.

The child's backside was so hot. The snowy white midsection glowing in contrast to the rest of his golden body. I ran my tongue from the back of his balls all the way up to his puckered anus. Tommy approved right from the start my ministrations. His little dick coming alive as I lapped up his asscrack, leaving a sheet of saliva.

"Hmmmm that's so nice," he commented.

I parted his buns completely with my big hands. Tommy was contracting his pink hole, urging me to lick him there. I made circles with my tongue around the target and the kid wiggled his wet little butt. He rubbed his penis on the corduroy couch, getting excited rapidly. I darted the tip of my slimy probe and slowly penetrated the constricting orifice.

The more I snaked inside his rectal opening, the more Tommy hissed, enjoying the tickly contact. The lad's shithole was exquisite. I worked on it ravenously, sucking on the ring of flesh or pushing my slippery tongue passed the little muscle.

I pulled the child's sex organs from between his thighs and sucked his boydick from the back. Moving my lips to his humid asshole then back to his pulsing pecker. Tommy enjoyed the lewd exploitation of both private parts. He was moaning loudly, submitted to the upcoming rush of blissful jolts.

I surrendered my mouth to his hard-on. Sliding my lips faster on the inflamed pre-pubescent beauty I was gripping between my fingers. With my index lodged to the hilt in his rectum. I watched the little joystick shudder as Tommy yelped in the throes of yet another incredible boyish orgasm.

Tommy kept his butt clean after that. Hoping to convince me to do it again. I obliged happily. Many times he would sit on my face and beg me to lick his bumhole for long minutes while he masturbated. The kinky scene's outcome was invariably a bumpy dry climax for the sexed-up pre-teen.

I loved to hear him come. His small angelic voice cracking as he gasped for air. My wanking fantasies revolved around all of the things I had done with the boy. I would spill my load thinking about him every time.

After our sex games, I started taking Tommy downtown. It was a refreshing escapade for him. His eyes widened when we visited the toy stores or sportswear sections of glitzy malls. I avoided going to my usual high-class restaurants for dinner. The boy's appearance would certainly arouse suspicion. He had holes in his sweat pants at the knees and under the armpits of his t-shirts. There was no way the kid could have been perceived as my son or a nephew. Any way you looked at him, he was a poor bastard, a street runt.

I asked him what he was planning to do with the dineros I gave him. He cautiously said he was saving it to buy an expensive football jacket. It was obviously a burden for him also to walk around in rags. As much as I was sad for my little partner. I could not take the chance of acquiring a new wardrobe for him. His parents would never believe he had profited that much from his paper route.

Instead I bought him things that could be stored in his closet or in his desk. A soccer ball. Batman comic books. And all the candy he wanted. But most importantly, I fed him. A t-bone steak was a forbidden delicacy in his household.

The trips to retail outlets reinforced his strong thirst for money. He longed for the materialistic things he had never even dreamed of before. On the verge of affording some, I sensed his obsession intensify. Who was I to patronize him? I had been born with a silver spoon in my mouth. None of my arguments would have rung true. Money doesn't buy you happiness. But I was sure it helped.

The next Sunday, he took a seat on the couch, clad with the usual sexy shorts he knew I loved so much. I stood by, hanging to his pouty lips, awaiting what he fancied this time to merit his five dollars. Quietly visualizing him say he longed to pee on my uvula.

"How can I get ten bucks this time?" he demanded tentatively.

The kid was going in business. I had been content in pleasuring him. Now it was my turn. If he wasn't smart enough to quit and forget about the running shoes and NFL coats, then I would have to teach him about life. Lesson number one. Money doesn't grow on trees.

"You will have to suck me if you want ten dollars. I'll give five bonus if you eat my sperm 3;" I answered coldly.

"Do I have to take my clothes off?"

"Yes. And you will kneel on the floor and lick my hairy balls." I barked. My mind was pressuring me to discourage him. But my cock screamed for the opposite.

"I'll do it all." Tommy nodded, already shedding his duds.

While he peeled off his clothes, I unzipped my jeans slowly, persuaded he would back out at the last minute. He crept to my feet, thin, naked and vulnerable. I slipped out of my briefs. My long adult appendage didn't frighten him, so I wagged it on his cute mug.

There was a lot of precum oozing. His introduction to cocksucking would start with a good clean up under my foreskin. He grabbed my heavy sausage and licked the pisshole. When his little tongue slipped under my skin, I groaned, feeling the stirrings of an intense erection coming up.

I guided him. With one hand he squeezed my large balls and with the other he fiddled my growing cock. I pulled the skin off my helmet and urged him to kiss it. Like a good little slut he did. I rubbed my cockhead on his lips a few seconds and fed it to him.

My penis enlarged inside his mouth. Reaching proportions the kid didn't expect as it was clear from his surprised look. My fully erect rod spanned seven thick inches [18 cm] and Tommy's lips were distended around it. He tried very hard to swallow me but could only fit three inches [7½ cm] in his small cavity.

"Suck it good now!" I commanded.

The youthful devil copied everything I had done to him. Swirling his tongue and bobbing his head. I grabbed a fistful of hair and pulled his head on my dick, bumping the back of his mouth.

"You like the taste of my cock? That's what you wanted uh little cocksucker." I scolded him.

Forcing my pole down his throat, he breathed in ragged gasps through his nose. Inches by inches, my long prick disappeared inside his mouth. I yearned to stick it all in and come directly in his stomach. But settled for half of my cock into his oesophagus.

Tommy panicked as I fucked his face. He whimpered, choking on the large intrusive mass. Determined to shape him into a skilled technician of fellatio, I pursued my oral rape. Weeks of pent-up sexual hunger rushed through my shaft. I unclogged his throat and told him to move his lips very fast on my angry knob.

"It's cummming!" I warned, grunting like an animal as the ten-year-old frantically sucked away. Fearing he would back out of the deal, I gripped his head firmly. The first jet of my discharge exploded powerfully on the ceiling of his mouth.

Torrents of gooey semen filled his little cavity quickly. "Eat it all!" I yelled. "Don't drop any on the carpet!" Tommy's adam's apple bounced. I took infinite delight in watching him gulp down my abundant sauce. His eyes were wild, trying to coordinate at the same time, the swallowing and the sealing of his lips around my shooting canon.

In the end, he had drank at least four mouthful of spunk. I dried my deflating penis on his rosy cheeks. He was smiling defiantly. Happy to have survived. Like it was nothing at all.

I seldom masturbated after that. The little brat was sucking my cock and my wallet dry every chance he got. Sometimes visiting early in the morning, while his little brothers waited outside. He would give me a quick blow job and hop to school with half a pint of my seed in his tummy.

During the weekend, I could relax and let him pleasure me calmly for half an hour. His mouth doing wonders to my steely hard-on. He was an apt cocksucker now. Using his hands, lips and tongue to their best ability. Inevitably, I would straddle his chest and jerk my fuckpole in front of his face.

He was ready, opening his mouth wide to accept my offering of man juice. The first violent eruptions splashed on his forehead or up his upturned nose. While the remaining quieter spurts flowed directly on his tongue. He ate it all up.

Chapter 2

I limited my gifts to one per week and planned a scheme to cure him of his greed. As much as it would be hard to find out the kid only loved me because of my salary, I had to put things straight. The boy was turning into a full-blown whore. Soliciting me each time we met.

I suggested we skipped the sex one time. But that didn't cut it. He got naked and rubbed against me until I let him suck my cock. One day, he showed up with the Denver Broncos jacket he had coveted all summer. I was angry and reprimanded him on the fact that his parents would find out about us. He told me his mom had quizzed him on the recent purchase. And she believed him when he informed her the coat was only 30$ on sale. He persuaded her the measly tips he had been amassing accounted for the full amount.

That kind of official garment was well worth over 150$. I prayed his mother didn't shop at Foot Locker. If she ever discovered the true value of the coat, she would definitely accuse him of being a thief. Under that kind of pressure the kid would surely collapse and rat on me. I knew my little Tommy.

The boy clung to me like leech, testing my sanity. I had to order him to go back home. That his folks would be suspecting something if he didn't play there at night or on the street in front of the building. He agreed and visited me three times a week only.

It was raining the day his gluttony blew up in his face. My wet boyfriend was even cuter in his damp clothes. I helped take off his rags and dried his lean body with a lush towel. He seemed particularly horny. So I sucked his small tool, shoving two fingers up his bum, until he climaxed in my mouth.

The kid was lost in his thoughts afterwards. I had witnessed that type of behaviour before. He always pondered seriously before asking me for more funds. He was treading on thin ice and he realized it. Probably polishing over and over, the ideal way to make his demand.

"I wanna suck you now," he tweeted.

"Sure," I said. I was not made of wood after all.

"But I want twenty five bucks for it 3;" he stated strongly, pushing up the ante and unknowingly triggering my plan to save his soul.

"Nope. That's too much. But I will make you an offer that will teach you about your greediness."

"I'm not greedy!" Tommy reacted, genuinely provoked by my sentence.

"Oh yes you are!"

"Am not!"

"Are too."

Etc. You know the drill.

I fished out a deck of cards and put it on the coffee table. Tommy was puzzled, thinking we were gonna play strip poker. I shuffled them and spread them face down.

"This it the deal," I declared solemnly. "Two is the lowest, Aces high. We each take one card. If you have the best card, I will give you 100$ 3; On the other hand, if I have the best card, you get nothing, zilch, no moola. And you will let me stick my cock up your butt. I mean all of it. I will fuck you very hard, believe me, for at least thirty minutes."

My instructions were precise. I wanted Tommy to understand perfectly what he was getting into if he consented to the agreement. This was a big decision for a ten-year-old. I offered to repeat but he had comprehended. His eyes were pensive as he considered the deal. I sensed he was imagining what he would buy with the money and how much pain he would endure if he failed to pick the winning glossy piece of plastic-coated paper.

"Okay!" he announced, thrusting his little hand at me. We always shook on our pacts. I was a kid also when I was around him. Unlike in the adult world, in our realm, a promise was a promise.

Tommy scanned the table, squinting his eyes, attempting to see through the cards. "This one!" he exclaimed excitedly. His fingers were shaking as he turned the card over. The stake so immense. "I got a queen!" he shouted, reassured that only two cards could beat him. He jived on the carpet, letting the towel drop and expose his gorgeous sexy child body.

"Pipe down," I muttered, gathering the cards. I reshuffled them under the watchful eye of the nude boy. The cards danced in my nimble fingers. Tommy didn't know my first job was as a croupier in Vegas. I slammed the pack down on the table and cut the deck in two.

"Take it," I proposed, pointing to the card in the middle of the cut. I wanted Tommy to do it. To make sure he would not imply I had cheated. Even though I did. I could make an ace appear anywhere in the deck.

The little boy executed the offer with assurance. His face turned white like a cadaver when he unveiled the ace of spades. Tears welled up in his brown eyes. "Please 3; I don't wanna do it," he wept. I brought the lad to my lap and kissed the nape of his neck while he regained his composure.

He waited nervously on the couch as I prepared the scene. There was a large armchair made of rattan in the corner of my living room. I propped a pillow on it. The bent over boy would be at the ideal height for the intrusion. I took the lid off a jar of Vaseline and lubed my hardening wand generously. All the time, Tommy whined.

"Not in my butt," he implored.

"Oh yes. In yer butt," I affirmed.

"Can't you just put the head in?" he asked tentatively.

"No. I'm gonna stick all of it," I insisted.

"It's gonna hurt!"

"Maybe. But if you can take two fingers, you can take my dick. Now bend over here."

The defeated boy ambled to the fuck chair, taking his position. His head lower than his ass, legs spread, buttocks slightly parted. I poked a finger in his anus and greased the narrow entrance. Tommy began crying again, hit hard by the harsh reality of it all.

"I will go gently at first," I reassured him. "Now relax your hole."

The pink pucker was strangling my finger, protecting the gateway to the kid's entrails. Using both hands, I massaged Tommy's frail back, to tranquillize his nerves. He aced the second test. His anus providing a slippery intromission of my digit.

My huge cock was steely hard. I aimed it at the rosebud, prepared to deflower my delicate buddy. Tommy yelped as soon as the tip of my penis touched his bunghole. I pressed my hand on his back and popped my bloated knob inside, hearing him scream in agony.

"ARRRRRRGHHHHH Take it out! It's too big!"

The journey into his rear would prove to be arduous. I pulled out and comforted him, not backing out of our deal. Making it clear he would be screwed no matter what. I repeated the process, my pulsing erection leaking gallons of pre-cum.

"Let it in!" I coaxed Tommy. He gasped for air, trying to unseal his passage. It took five minutes to get a couple inches inside him. His wails of pain resonated. His tears of fear rained down his face. The sphincter yielded gradually, allowing me entry. I eased my cock into his rectum, stealing his virginity.

"Go slooowwww," Tommy protested, exhaling noisily. I didn't wanna rip the pre-pubescent angel and postponed my invasion of a prime piece of ass. With half my phallus inside his bum, I paused. Relishing the sight of the distended anus around the diameter of my shaft.

The little muscle wasn't as dynamic anymore and I pushed further into the youngster. Tommy's body was tensed. He clenched the pillow in his arms, biting his lower lip.

"ANNNNNHHH ANNNNNHHHH!" he hollered each time I got deeper inside his guts. When my prickly pubes grazed his soft buns, Tommy brightened. "I did it! I did it!" he shouted, happy of his exploit. I was ball deep into him. He had accommodated my seven inches [18 cm] of meat. Lucky seven.

I worked my rigid manhood back and forth in his insides. Withdrawing and cramming myself into the calmer lad. The elastic anal ring clung to every ridge of my veiny organ. It was without a doubt the best tight bottom I had entered. Time stood still. I was longdicking Tommy carelessly. Like it was casual intercourse.

The young boy cooed, discovering the pleasures of a good rub on his immature prostate. I reached between his legs to jingle his teeny nutsack while I travelled slowly in the depth of his bowels. He masturbated, feeling my warm prick slide in his canal. I had to close my eyes. The sheer view of my large maleness sandwiched in his white little cheeks threatening to launch my orgasm.

"Uhhh Uhh Uhhh yeahhh cum in my ass," he cried.

I leaned on his shoulders, smothering his small frame. The boy was figuring it would be over soon. Thinking this is what I meant by fucking very hard. I sucked on his earlobe. The wrinkles on his sweaty forehead indicated he was still slightly in pain. It reminded me of the phrase a friend had told me: 'There's nothing more beautiful than the face of a boy being sodomized.'

The foreplay was getting tiresome. I notified Tommy of the next episode, spooking him with my whispers.

"It's only the beginning Tommy. I told ya I would fuck you VERY hard in your little butt. If you like it now, you're gonna love it later. I will shove my cock into you until you beg for more."

With that, I ejected my throbbing hose from his behind. Tommy assessed the damage to his opening with his small fingers. His butthole was red and agape, quivering in the aftershock of rapid expansion. I applied the pink jelly I treasured so much, onto the purple knob of my tool. The transparent liquid solidified to a thin coat of plastic, ensuring it would delay my climax, much like a condom. Except, I would be able to discharge my wad into the kid's ass. Tommy assuredly was going home with a very sore shithole.

I lurched behind him and inserted my long member back in his rectum. Tommy was surprised by the speedy penetration and his lungs pleaded for air. I bestowed him three quick powerful strokes with my hips to give a sample of what was in store and he responded with "Oooh Oooh OoOh"

His whinny voice didn't have a trace of puberty. Such a pure little angel I was buggering. My good side appealed to my reason. The kid had suffered enough. The lesson probably well learned by now. Rage countered, daring me to continue. I gripped his slender hips opting for the latter.

"Here we go Tommy. I will show ya how a real man fucks a little boy. You wanna take it hard in yer butt uh little slut." I grumbled, lust taking over.

My fingernails dug in the skin of his flanks. I pounded my fuckstick in earnest right away, my balls bouncing on his tail. "oh yeah, Oh fuck, fuck." I yelled, oblivious to the kid's complaints. Tommy had a great firm ass. It cushioned the devastating collision of my body against his. So that I wasn't slamming into a bag of bones.

"AOOOWWWW OOOOO AOOOOOOOW AAAAANNNN OUCH! OUCH!" Tommy bawled.

He shuddered each time I plunged my hardness to the hilt. His little toes were curled up on the carpet from the intensity of my rutting. I felt the tremors of his anal orgasm and heighten my solid fuck strokes to supply two or three more, before his bumhole went numb, getting intoxicated by his constant wails. The sound of his lamentations echoed like the siren of a police car, mixing with the clatter of full contact sex.

I grunted loudly as I savagely stabbed my cock into his gripping rectum. Showing no mercy and soaking in all the sensations the little ass could donate. Tommy had abandoned his body to me. I shook him like a rag doll. For twenty minutes straight, I fucked his ass hard steadily. I was turning into a high-tech sex machine. Precisely plowing in and out on every second.

"AH Yeah. Take it little bastard! Take my big cock in your ass! Ahhhh that's it. You're so fucking tight! Ahh ahh ahh little whore. You're really getting fucked now 3; AHhh," my voice chanted on its own.

I roughly flipped him over on his back to take him from the front. I wanted him to see my huge manhood go deep inside. His eyes were stupefied at how much hardcore action his little butt could sustain. Immobilizing him under his knees, I continued the brutal onslaught. His feet were flailing in the air with each earthshaking penetration.

"OHH OHHH OHHH OHHHHH I'm gonna fill you up," I growled, watching his grimacing baby face. Pounding the full weight of my body on him. I was carried into another world. Taking me to the acme of bliss. My heavy balls felt huge like watermelons. The first electric jet of semen rushed trough my penis, followed by a deluge of large ejaculations. I must have spewed a whole pint of juice inside Tommy's colon.

It kept spurting from my pisshole, coating the walls of the pre-teen's intestines. The little boy yelped from a simultaneous climax, experiencing the same delight, receiving my warm cream deep inside his rectum. Both our chests heaving, we waited for my massive organ to soften. I extracted my dick from Tommy and watched my goo oozing from the gaping dilated hole. The little sphincter would never be the same again.

My young pal abstained from stopping by for a while. He was a sore loser I guessed. I estimated he would come back when the ache from his bottom hole had vanished. Two weeks tops. My instincts were right. I felt a certain shame, welcoming him in my home after what I done. I wondered if he would ever forgive me. The wrath his eyes as he left my condo limping that day was extreme.

He was a brave boy though. I was relieved to see him again. The waiting had been excruciating. I was falling madly in love with him, even though thirty years separated us. He never asked for money anymore. We had great vanilla sex and I tucked some bills in his pocket.

I was having a gourmet supper with a boylover I had met on the internet when Tommy arrived unexpectedly. Just in time for dessert. He was slightly confused that I wasn't alone. Believing I was a die hard hermit. I deposited a rich french pastry in front of him. He devoured it, smearing whipped cream all around his lips, while I resumed my conversation with Robbie.

We had been talking about boys but shied away from the subject to preserve the kid's innocent ears. Then again, it was too late for that. It seemed Robbie was cursed or blessed, depending on how you look at it, with a ten-inch [25 cm] manhood. And no boy could ever get used to that.

"Ryan has been telling me a lot of good things about how sexy you are," Robbie declared, out of the blue. I blushed.

"Oh," the child ruminated. "So you're a pervert also?" he peeped.

"Tommy!" I vociferated.

"That's ok. Might as well get it out of the way," Robbie said, keeping his cool serenity. "You know Tommy. I have a friend who would enjoy getting acquainted with you," he added. "He's gonna turn thirteen next week. Perhaps we could have a birthday party."

"Sure," Tommy answered impassively.

"Ryan could make us a great meal. My little buddy loves a good rump roast. And we could play games and film the festive occasion." Robbie winked at me.

I was fuming at the sexual innuendos and gazed coldly at my guest. Who was he to come here and suggest a porno flick right in front of my lad? But deep down I knew it was jealousy talking. I wasn't sure if I could withstand the sight of anybody having sex with my precious lamb.

I presumed Tommy had not understood the full meaning of the phrase and it heartened me. Robbie and me examined our stern facades without saying a word. I blinked when Tommy broke our silent tiff.

"How much?" he inquired seriously.

"You are a very smart lad kiddo!" Robbie cheered. "Usually it's forty percent for the crew, sixty percent for the stars. I can distribute all over the freaking world."

"Count me in." Tommy grinned.

The End

#2
Razor's Edge

When I broke up the three year relationship with my boyfriend, I wanted to get away. The idea of going back to gay bars and boring chats on the net didn't enchant me. Never once did the scene elicit an ounce of joy in my naked heart. I was too old for it anyway.

So at twenty-eight, I eagerly tackled a new life, starting over again. Some kind of rebirth you might say. The ad in the paper read 'Sunny quiet apartment'. And I fell in love with the cozy place on the second storey of a duplex in the east side of town. That part of the city was seedy and poor. A sobering environment compared to the glitzy hangouts I frequented.

The proprietor was a single mom with a nine-year-old son, who lived on the ground level. Typical example of a feminist she was. Slightly overweight and strong minded. She worked hard, barely eking by at each month end, persuaded she didn't need a man to survive.

She discovered I was gay early on. Not that my looks had anything to do with it. I considered myself low-key. Short brown hair, clean-shaven and dressed blandly. But being a psychologist, I often submitted to interviews on the community channel about the subject of homosexuality. Seemed she watched a lot of TV and warned me: "Stay, away, from my son!"

As months went by, the original tension between our adverse personalities subsided. I brought her homemade desserts with the rent cheque. Then gave her cooking lessons. Her skinny kid, which by the way was named Scott, encouraged her strongly. Probably fed up with the same old grilled cheese and cold cuts every day.

While I cooked with the woman, I analyzed her mind. Force of habit. Her stubbornness enraged me. Many times she complained about males in front of her child. "Men are all scum!" she would shout after explaining yet another disastrous date. I humoured her, making by best impression of an effeminate faggot. "uh huh talk to me girl!"

The scene always prompted a flurry of laughter from Scott. And the high-pitched girlish giggles warmed my heart. He was awfully cute when he smiled. I devoted suppertime to the task of making him laugh. Something I was quite good at. His mom frowned when he shot soup through his nose, bursting out in wholehearted glee.

I avoided gazing at his handsome face. Didn't wanna scare the maternal figure. He was the kind of kid you just wanted to squeeze in your arms. Not a minute passed where I didn't restrain myself from nibbling on his button nose or tousling his healthy brown hair. I silently wished he was twenty years older. A pool of bubbling jealousy, towards the woman, boiled deep in my stomach. She had what I couldn't even dream of. A child.

The boy understood all there was to know about gays. You mature pretty fast on the streets of the tough neighbourhood. Nevertheless, his mother always yearned to talk seriously about the risky topic, which made me blush.

"You see darling, Clayton here is gay. This means he likes men," she would go on with an inane tone of voice. I could tell the young demon enjoyed the awkward situation. Seeing me squirm on my dinner chair. I almost snapped. The words of my counter strike echoing in my head, 'Shut up, can't you see he knows more about this than you dumb bitch!' But I remained poised and controlled.

The little imp scratched his head, pretending to be innocent. "I just have one question?" he peeped. "Does it hurt when a man puts his penis in your butt?"

We were aghast. I certainly didn't wanna answer the inquiry. Much less his mother. Thus ended the delightful conversation.

The welcome burden of babysitting Scott was offered to me. I was astonished. For I never imagined the bossy woman would allow her precious offspring to spend one minute alone with me. There were strict rules. No baths, and no changing into pyjamas until she came home. And so it was. I watched rented movies quietly with the fully dressed boy. Wondering if his crazed mother had locked a chastity belt under his jeans.

At first, Scott was uncomfortable around me. I'm sure his little school friends were not kind to my kind. His protective momma's absence left him with only the slurs and prejudice of street talk to hang on to. You can never be too far from a fag when he's alone with ya.

After a couple of evenings though. Scott realized I had no intention of molesting him. He had the upper hand now. And he teased me every chance he got. Rubbing his immature body against mine. Mooning me. Taking a leak with the door open, knowing full well I would glance at his small circumcised peter.

Every time his mother came to pick him up. I could hear her as they descended down the stairs. "Did he touch your privates? Did he rub your bum?" For all I knew, he was the pervert and I cussed under my breath.

At the ripe old age of ten, she decided to put a key on a string around his neck. He was a man now. He could take care of himself. My services as a guardian weren't required anymore. As much as I relished the evenings with the child. I was relieved. Scared to slip and do something stupid. I had a career.

The images of the boy's buttocks filled my dreams. Pale firm little globes. Stretched on my lap, I was spanking him. And he loved it. Begging for more stinging blows. The sound of my hand slapping his tender flesh echoing, so alive, so vivid.

I had never before felt these forbidden stirrings in my groin. Unquenchable lust for smooth skin. Raw energy of youth. I was walking on the razor's edge. One step away from my doom. So the night of my dismissal, I trudged to the 'Zoo'. The gay disco was a popular joint among gay teens. I dragged the first eighteen-year-old back to my place and let him fuck me. Achieving closure.

For the next three years, I didn't see much of either Scott or his mother. It was fine by me. A new project consumed all my free time. Months and years flew by quickly. That was until the night of May Fifth. I can recall clearly the tragic event that would forever make me question the trivial concept of destiny.

The essay I was writing made my brains ache. On the strike of midnight, I traded the compelling studies of Freud for an half hour of South Park. Prepared for a fulfilling sleep, I sprawled in my underwear, with a Heineken, in my comfy armchair. Just as Kenny was about to die on the TV screen, the doorbell rang.

I opened the door and in rushed the tempter of my dreams, in his skimpy red bikini. He was twelve now, but still as stunning.

"Close the door!" he shouted, gasping for air.

I obeyed, noticing the swollen eye he was sporting. Tears of fear ran down his rosy cheeks and his hands shook like he had Alzheimer's. Streaks of blood oozed from the corner of his lips.

"Mmm mm y momm's not ttthhere." he stammered nervously.

"Calm down! You're safe!" I affirmed, plopping him on the couch. I dashed to the kitchen for a bag of ice and cared for his wounded eyelid.

"My mom's not there 3;" he explained, panting. "There was a burglar in my room. He came in through the window. Then he punched me in the face and I bit him!" he disburdened hurriedly.

I wondered if I should call 911 to report the break in. This type of crime was a common thing around here. It was pointless. Probably a drug addict looking for petty cash. They would never catch him.

Instead I focused on the little boy's bulging eye, turning black gradually. I stayed nearby, knowing by experience that he would unravel soon.

"He tried to kill me!" Scott whimpered, hugging me solidly and sobbing generous tears on my shoulder. I embraced him, feeling his tired body jerking in my arms like he had hiccups.

"I wanna sleep here 3;" he implored.

The request seemed reasonable at the time. I was impressed at how much he had grown. Keeping my mouth shut about it on purpose. For I knew kids didn't care for the empty remarks about their growing structure.

He was a big boy now. His arms still didn't possess the ripples of muscles. But his shoulders had broadened and his voice was cracking on the verge of puberty. The pressure of fashion had taken its toll and he shaved the hair on the nape of his neck now.

"Okay." I agreed.

I slipped under the covers, exhausted by the turn of events. Scott's eyes were pensive. He certainly had not foreseen sharing the bed of a grown man.

"Turn around" he muttered shyly. "I peed in my undies and I wanna take them off 3;"

"Oh!" I exclaimed. I had not noticed the humid stain. The burglar had really scared the piss out of him. I spun my gaze away while he crawled into bed, giggling boyishly.

"You forgot the light Scott!" I pointed out.

"Shit!" the boy cursed, swiftly leaping out to flick the switch.

The kid had grown everywhere. His balls definitely were lower. He even had appetizing peach fuzz above his dangling pecker. The same marvellous tight butt.

"I saw it! I saw your wee-wee!" I cheered like a toddler, nudging him in the ribs.

"Oh shuddup."

Scott kept a good distance between his stiff form and mine. We lay for a while silently, breathing peacefully. When I felt his hand on my belly, I panicked. What would a sane man do in this situation. The past experience had taught me not to play that game. I shoved the invading limb to its owner, guarding my frontier of intimacy.

But the lad brought it back. This time, playing with the prickly hairs around my navel. He snucked the tips of his fingers under the waistband of my briefs and fondled my hairy balls. My heartbeat was erratic. I could not see anything in the inky darkness of the bedroom, only feel – feel the tender exploring digits caressing my throbbing erection.

The boy shifted his body on the mattress. A chunk of saliva clogged my throat, withholding my excuses, my disapproval. His little tongue traced the outline of my shaft, leaving a trail of spittle. He darted his oral probe at the bloated helmet of my cock and I moaned. The kid's sweet mouth suddenly engulfed my prick. This was heaven and hell at the same time.

The boy's lips were sliding on the entire length, swallowing my six inches [15 cm] of inflated meat. He ate my cock ravenously. How could I let it happen? Lust crept up my brain, coaxing me to push his head on my hard-on and feed him all of it. An ardent battle between reason and dark desires tortured my soul.

In turn, I rolled on my flank to seek his penis in the obscurity. It's only sex after all, I convince myself. His legs were so smooth as I massaged them. The kid's proud soldier was at attention, poking me on the nose. I plunged on the pulsing boydick, tasting on my tongue, the banned delicacy. Half-believing I was actually giving head to a mere child.

We sixty-nined languorously for long minutes, like old lovers. Carefully listening to our muffled moans. I could have sucked him for hours. It certainly was no chore to pleasure Scott. Each time I swirled my oral instrument on his knob, he cooed. Savouring every second of my experienced mouth servicing him.

He bobbed his head faster, suctioning like a vacuum my engorged manhood. Summoning the juice of my repressed libido. I wanted to scream. Kiss his body all over and tell him how good he was.

The onset of my orgasm scared me. I didn't wanna spoil the beautiful moment. We were angels in a heaven of bliss. And I feared the flow of my seed would change all that. Scott pursued his blowjob, eager to make me cum.

"Uhhh Take your mouth off 3;" I warned.

But the boy clasped his lips around the crown of my dickhead and gulped down the thick cream I shot in his mouth. Eating all my wad hungrily.

In return, I sucked him with more vigour. Determined to confer the absolute best fellation of his young life. He cried in the night, thrusting his stiff boyhood in my cavity. The boy's pleas for release were better than any of Beethoven's symphonies. He trashed on the mattress, spewing his timid load on my palate. The fresh kidcum tasted like honey. I lapped up his softening boner, making sure I didn't lose one drop of the youthful nectar.

There was no mention of our lovemaking the next morning. Scott ate breakfast in his birthday suit, unashamed. I contemplated the little man he had become, drinking down orange juice. We talked a while about his girlfriend and he left.

When his mother learned of the burglary, she had a fit. I was back to babysitting the bold devil. But it was a different story. I dreaded my own behaviour around the pretty boytoy. He knew my weakness for his hairless body. Many times, I found myself arguing with him until I bowed under the pressure and gave him a blowjob.

His mother was dating a new boyfriend. And so, his four-inch [10 cm] pecker shot twenty times in my mouth throughout the month of June. Even when I wasn't babysitting the lad, he climbed to my apartment for a suck. Begging with his puppy eyes for my moist lips. I was unnerved, the presence of his mom right below the floor, dampening my passion.

He was a little macho, jumping from one girl to the next when they didn't cooperate with his blossoming sexual impulses. A bully in the schoolyard, getting into bloody fights after an exchange of puerile insults. His mother lent me her credit card and we went shopping for new clothes. He bought the latest craze. Those black glossy pants with two white lines on the side. Passing in front of a jewellery, he asked if I would pay for a piercing.

I recommended that he got the hole on the left lobe. He didn't care for a fake diamond stud like mine and selected a manlier silver ring. As much as he defended his case, his mother thought I was behind the whole thing and gave me shit for a week.

I protected the kid from criminals on almost every weekend. At the end of July, he was twelve and a half. His hormones pumping furiously. The sex we shared continued to make me nervous. He was slurping my cock as if it was natural for a straight boy to do. Gulping down my semen by the buckets. I feared my life was in danger. Every illegal encounter clouding my mind for days afterward.

He wasn't the impish cute nine-year-old anymore. The little boy had transformed into a demented sex obsessed monster. A Street warrior with power on his mind. His precocious conduct inflamed by the frustrations of poverty and bad education.

He treated me like his personal sex slave. I always let him win when we wrestled on the carpet. He would take out his penis from his jeans and rub it on my lips, saying "SUCK IT!" with a commanding tone of voice. The violence that ensued had me regressing to my childhood. When at the age of eleven I was forced by older boys to perform oral sex in the most degrading ways. I must admit I was afraid of him as he fucked my mouth and pulled on my hair.

However, Scott could be so gentle. He loved to sit on my lap and purred while I massaged his thighs and kissed the back of his head. It was during one of those quiet moments of joy that he revealed he had lost his cherry to an easy girl. I pitied the thirteen-year-old slut and frowned at the boy for having unprotected sex. His harsh words reminding me that he wasn't an innocent kid.

"I think I made her come!" he smiled. "She wasn't even a virgin the little whore. She didn't bleed at all. Her boobies were so small man! She blew my dick good 3; but not as good as you 3; I wanted to fuck her in the ass. She didn't let me. So I nailed her pussy twice."

Inevitably, I got stiff whenever the boy wiggled his ass on my crotch. His dirty talk accentuating my arousal this time around. He finished his story and looked me directly in the eyes. "I bet you wanna stick your dick in my ass!" he declared with a sly wink and a wicked grin across his baby face. I didn't even humour the boy, opting for a silent peck on his tit. Comforted by the notion he wouldn't be so cocky with my hard prick up his fanny.

The pre-teen was like an animal when we engaged in vanilla sex. He dug his fingernails in the flesh of my buttocks while he sucked me greedily. I yelled in pain and returned the aggressively, tugging on his earring with my teeth. His pierced hole still slightly infected had him wincing in agony.

One evening, I managed to drag a blond twink to my house. He was twenty-one and dumb as a doorknob. I didn't care for I needed to feast on his beefy tool. Scott showed up and understood right away what was going on. He resisted my futile attempts to expel him out of my home. Perhaps jealousy scalding his heart, I flattered myself.

It was difficult to explain to my adult partner that the kid would watch our coupling. But in the end, he was too horny to bother. We sucked each other in front of the evil lad. One more felony for the record. Scott fixed his gaze on us, as if he was watching a baseball game.

The tall male mounted me from the back and drilled his big cock in my ass. I was perplexed. From the corner of my eye I could see the twelve-year-old and wished he had the same equipment to please my anal canal.

As I expected, Scott annoyed me to let him try my backdoor. I obliged rapidly. The boy always got what he desired. I was like jell-o when he spoke with a baby voice.

He fucked me on a daily basis. His diminutive boycock providing very few tingles to my loose anus. The kid had energy. He thrust his erection to the hilt for sessions of thirty minutes. I was more excited by the weight of his jerking frame on my back. By the squeals of delight and the cries of orgasm that escaped his lips than by his slim pole pistonning my insides.

His constant litany of 'Oh's' and 'Ah's' became a drug. I required my fix of his wails as much as he needed the elastic ring of my asshole around his shaft.

He stopped screwing my butt abruptly and returned to oral sex. I wasn't concerned for a while. After two weeks, my conscience started imagining that he was sick. Or that he had been brainwashed into believing it was dirty. Or worse, that he was tackling the touchy issue of his possible homosexuality. I doubted it was any of those three hypothesises and went to the fridge for two beers.

The strong imported ale I uncapped was gonna be my doorway to his soul. He drank the brown ale very fast. The alcohol made him giddy and he confided he had discovered the euphoria of tighter bum holes with the little brother of a school buddy. The tyke was only eight. He had screwed his bottom good.

I scolded him for molesting such an immature creature. But he refreshed my memory promptly on the fact that I was doing the exact same crime with him. With a carefree attitude, he stated that the kid was getting porked by his big bro regularly and that he liked it anyway.

He went on to articulate his theory that girls would never allow him that exquisite experience. That it was easier to find receptive boys for that matter. In between the sentences of his demonstration, he often claimed his heterosexuality. Something useless. For I never questioned it. The last thing he mentioned was his new partner.

An eleven-year-old boy named Michael who loved to take it in the ass as much as he fancied giving it to him. They had already sampled every sexual position after the school bell, in Michael's bed. The young male was in love with him and I almost slapped him when he said he used the child's adoration to get into his butt. The description of his rough intercourse with the kid was like thorns in my heart.

"I really buttfuck him HARD man! My whole dick in his behind! Sometimes I pee in his mouth and he drinks it. Gross! He wants to do it every day. When I don't feel like it, he pushes his bum on my dick and fucks himself like that. Monday, I slammed my boner so hard, his poop hole was all red and open. He told me he couldn't hold his shit for two days!"

I sulked silently for a moment. Preparing my sermon. Convincing myself that boys that age should wait until they are mature teenagers before experimenting such adult acts. I longed so much for Scott to realize that people's feelings shouldn't be toyed with. That sex was a responsibility.

My words came out all wrong. Sounding phoney right from the start. The boy retaliated, telling me I wasn't his father. Insisting with solemn seriousness that Michael enjoyed it.

We watched television quietly. Scott was slanting slowly on the couch from the effect of the brew. His underwear tenting from the hardness triggered by the recollection of his anal adventures.

He took off his last piece of garment and laid buck naked on his tummy. Humping his woody on the cushion with slow hip thrusts. I was accustomed to the oversexed boy and didn't interrogate him on the strange practice. Praying he wasn't planning to ejaculate on the sofa just to make me mad.

Close to eleven o'clock, his face got lost in an ocean of deep reflection. He slipped the tip of his fingers in his asscrack and caressed his rectal opening obscenely. This time I asked: "Are you horny Scott? Do you want me to suck you or something?"

"No 3; I was wondering how it felt to have a dick in yer ass 3; Do you wanna do it to me Clayton? You know 3; fuck me uh?"

"Let's go to bed." I growled. "To sleep that is." I added quickly realizing my bad choice of words. He was too exhausted to fuss and I was relieved. Alcohol was probably still flowing in the veins of his childish body. I dozed off with the hearten sentiment that he would have forgotten the grave request come morning.

I had my hands full with the boy for the next weeks. He brought Vaseline out each time we sixty-nined. Desperately seeking to have me mount him. I tried to reason with him. We would have long talks naked on the bed as I fiddled with every vertebra protruding from his spine.

Even though I exaggerated the excuses. Telling him that I would rip him. That he would bleed to death. That he would endure the worst pain of his life. He didn't budge. Persuaded I would cave in eventually. The head games were driving me crazy. Any other adult or even a late teenager I would have fucked without remorse.

The next time we had sex. The twelve-year-old worked my tool like a whore. He teased my cock with his pouty lips and lusty eyes. Pausing on the brink of my impeding orgasm. Again and again, he sucked and removed his mouth, watching me squirm. Hearing me plead with my soft whimpers for release. I longed so very much to see my dick spit on his beautiful face.

He crawled on the bed and parted his asscheeks unceremoniously. I looked at his minuscule hole so virginal and pink. "Fuck me now!" he barked, conveying the unchangeable nature of his decision in the short sentence.

"Not like that!" I tinkered with his mind. "Stand up and bend over." The boy sighed heavily and put his palms flat on the wall, sticking his ass out, legs spread. I lubed my engorged penis slowly, turning every second to torture for the impatient lad. I knew he was anxious. He was fidgeting on his toes. Fighting to relax for the painful invasion.

I pressed the tip of my tool on his anus, to give him a taste of the dimension of the pole about to deflower him. My hands gripped firmly his lean hips. For an instant, I fantasized I was raping him. Just like what happened on my first time at roughly the same age. "Do it man!" Scott urged. I applied a lot of pressure to the tiny muscle and my angry knob burst inside his rectum at once.

"Arghhhhh Aow! fuck! oh fuck! Go slow it hurts!" he complained.

"You're sure you wanna do it!?"

"Yess yess stick it in me! I wanna know how it feels." he wept.

I pursued my journey into his tight opening. Inching the entire length of my slippery snake deep inside his rectum. Scott shook his head and drooled on the hardwood floor. His body going limp, his legs turning to rubber. It felt like I was supporting his whole weight on my iron spike.

I pulled on his round bottom, remaining straight, using his tail to pleasure my pulsating erection. He learned to enjoy the squishy penetration and rocked on his heels to impale himself gently on my phallus.

After long minutes of the same, he began moaning sensuously. His enlarged shithole was gliding easily on my shaft. I decided it was time he experienced what buttfucking really felt like, on the receiving end. With my cock lodged in his butt, I swung him on the edge of the mattress. He gasped when I gripped his shoulder brutally with my left paw. More so when I pulled on his hair with my right hand, tilting his head back and arching his throat.

"You're gonna be FUCKED now!" I snarled.

"Yess yeahh do it. Fuck me!" he peeped.

His wails of pain resonated as soon as I started sodomizing him in earnest. My slamming cock plowing deep in his warm bowels. The headboard banged loudly each time I shoved myself into him. "Don't stop! Don't stop! Uhhh uhhhhhhh Uhhhhh" Scott chanted, even though he was going through hell. It would take at least a good ten minutes before he could start enjoying the sodomy.

From time to time, I rabbit fucked him, thinking in my head: "This is for Michael! How does it feel to have a whole dick in yer ass!" Scott yelled and trashed, my balls slapping against his hairless bollocks during those interludes of frantic rutting.

Smothering the kid with my body, I rode the young colt. In time, he pushed his ass back, swallowing my six inches [15 cm] with his anus. I twisted his body on the bed to fuck him sideways with his slender leg pointing at the ceiling. He gasped loudly in that position, for I could stuff my fuckpole deep in his chute.

His boydick was stiff and wagging from the intense union. I rubbed my fingers on it until he was about to come. Aping the cruel game he had played with me, I stopped and drilled his young bum. His hands clenched the bed sheets and he cried like a puppy. Sweat seeping out of every pore of his smooth body.

For what seemed like forever, I tickled the kid's hard-on and fucked him. His rectum was a gooey glove of quivering flesh around my ramming pole. He screamed like a girl when I allowed him to climax. His pre-teen rod squirting three jets of boyjuice on his bellybutton.

My cock swelled to enormous proportions inside his entrails. It quaked furiously and ejaculated a river of sperm. The look of divine bliss on Scott's face was telling me he could feel my hot lava filling his intestines.

We stayed fused, basking in the afterglow of our respective orgasms. My manhood softening in his sore asshole. A bitter tear rolled down my cheek. I was the horrible sicko they wrote about in newspapers. My little boy was sobbing, touching the tender skin of his irritated anus.

"I'm so sorry Scott. Are you okay?" I worried.

"Yes. Hold me Clayton." he whispered. "Do you love me now?"

The End

#3
Hungry for More

I

Understandably, the boy was hard to baby-sit for and everybody in the neighbourhood avoided the deed. Freddy's mom almost yelled out of joy when a co-worker agreed to do it. That first night she dropped her son early at Joe's place, thanking him again. The 25-year-old man just answered, "You're welcome" unaware of what he was getting into.

For the first moments the two males observed each other. But quickly Freddy took over, chatting endlessly throughout the supper. So much that Joe remarked abruptly, "Don't you ever shut up, kid?"

"Uh," replied the boy, stopping momentarily before continuing with his stories of school and what his disgusting friends did with buggers and scabs. Nonetheless, Joe listened quietly to everything while the boy grew accustomed to him. In fact, Freddy liked the man already. He laughed once in a while and didn't complain like most adults did when he was around.

Later, they watched the baseball game together on TV. But little Freddy's nerves were itchy. He could not sit around for too long. That's when the pestering began.

"Can we go rent a Nintendo 64 Joe? can we? can we?" the ten-year-old shrieked with his high-pitched voice.

"Nope. We are watching the game kiddo," the man answered softly.

"C'mon, Joe. This game is boring. Give me $20 I'll go to Blockbuster around the corner. Uh Joe? Uh Joe? C'mon!"

"Twenty bucks!" Joe exclaimed. "I get sucked for that kind of money!"

Freddy grinned at the mature remark, but pursued his demand for $20 this time, beating on the man's arm with his tiny fists. The man thought he was delivered when the kid suddenly calmed down next to him on the sofa. He glimpsed at his bubbly eyes and pink cheeks a second and the boy leaped between his legs attempting to lower the fly of his jeans.

"Okay, I'll suck ya!" the lad cheered.

"You're crazy!" Joe barked, shoving the boy aside hard. Not enough to discourage him as he charged back with a frenzy trying to get to the man's crotch.

"Okay! Okay! Stop already!" the man resigned himself. "Promise not to tell anybody!"

"Cross my heart!" the kid peeped.

"First, I'll show you how to do it. Take off your clothes."

Swiftly, the young pre-teen removed his t-shirt, then his tennis shoes.

"I sucked my cousin ya know. He's twelve," Freddy said, dropping his pants to the floor. "And he showed me pictures on the Internet of little boys with big dicks in their butt I never done that though," the imp continued, lowering his small white undies.

Joe watched from the corner of his eyes the little boy stripping. He couldn't believe he had agreed to this madness. The kid didn't even have one hair on his body below the eyes. Bashfully, he stopped undressing at his underwear, his man-sized prick tenting in his briefs.

With his strong arms, he picked up the light boy, caressing his firm round ass and dropped him on the bed, spreading his legs. The young child's dink grew rigid quickly as he savoured the tiny smooth testicles in his mouth. With two fingers, he pulled down the skin off the kid's small pink knob.

Freddy moaned as the man engulfed his entire two inches [5 cm] in his mouth. He could feel the delicious tingles on the tip of his dickie.

"Uhhhhhh ohhhhhhhhhhh!" he cried, licking his lips as the mouth suctioned his small wiener.

For ten long minutes, the man nervously made love to his young body. Nibbling his nipples, caressing his velvet skin and suckling his tender boy organ.

"It's my!" turn Joe commanded, taking off his briefs and exposing a leaking turgid cock. He crawled on the bed next to the ten-year-old, tickling him on his belly. The young child climbed on top of him and rubbed his small erection on the bigger one. The difference was astounding. A small childish penis next to a big eight-inch [20 cm] manpole.

Joe's cock throbbed as the kid's stubby fingers explored his dark patch of pubic hair, heavy balls and hot steely prick. Freddy teased the man, licking the full length of the long piece of meat with his little red tongue, concentrating on the purple head. Finally, he opened his mouth wide and swallowed gleefully the huge cock.

Joe watched in awe, the stretched ruby lips sliding on his burning flesh. The kid masturbated feverishly while giving his blow job and Joe silently thought that the child was the devil or the biggest slut boy on earth.

"Yeah! That's itttttt! Yesssss suck it like that!" the man encouraged.

Freddy, his mouth full, peered at the man's grimacing face, assessing the pleasure he was providing for his guardian. For ten minutes also, he sucked the large rod, taking it as deep as he could down his narrow throat.

"Do you know what sperm is?" Joe asked suddenly.

"No."

"I'll show you the man's cream. You'll be able to do some when you're older," Joe said, sitting the boy on the edge of the bed and shoving his cock in his mouth again. "Almost there!" the man hissed, grasping the kid's hair and fucking his cute face.

"OHHHH OHHH OHHHHHHHHHH," he groaned.

Freddy watched intently the pisshole as Joe shook his cock intensely in front of his face, waiting for the mysterious cream. Without warning the hot viscous liquid exploded on his nose, then his cheeks and lips. The man milked all the jizz out of his slick penis, coating the surprised mug of the child with the thick white glue.

"Gross!" Freddy yelled.

"Taste it," Joe suggested.

The little child obliged, licking the stuff off his lips. "It tastes bad. It's salty."

'Get used to it' Joe thought in his head. "Come here, I'll make you cum," he muttered, raising the boy on his feet. "Jack off now"

Obeying the order, Freddy grabbed his little boner and furiously jerked it. Kneeling next to him, Joe lubed his middle finger with saliva and searched in between the kid's tight buns. Slowly, he inserted the big digit in the extremely virgin anus.

"Oooo!" Freddy peeped, pausing a second then continuing his ministration, his tiny nuts flailing all about. Joe smiled, sliding his finger in and out, fucking the minuscule hole and rubbing the immature prostate.

"ANNNNHHH ANNNHHH ANNNNNNNHHHH!" Freddy screamed, his knees sagging, his body sweating as he was about to have the best orgasm of his ten year old life.

"FASTER! FASTER!" Joe ordered, shoving his finger further up the little boy's behind. He knew he was doing well. The kid was squealing and squirming. Freddy's dickie was red as he choked it firmly.

With a loud yell, his young body convulsed. Joe observed the boy's penis, pulsating with every jolt of boy climax, trying to shoot invisible sperm.

"That was the best!" the child cheered, completely exhausted.

A sly grin on their faces, the two males recovered their clothes. Joe gave the 20$ to Freddy and commented: "You can tell your mom I can baby-sit for you anytime she wants 3;"

II

When his mother was not there, he could go in her room, where the big mirrored doors of her closet were. There he could watch himself, but more so, his little anus stretched all around the vegetable as he jacked off to many fulfilling orgasms.

But still, it wasn't like when Joe did it to him. There was something more thrilling when somebody else did it. The next time he would see Joe would take a while and he sighed.

One week later though, things changed as he was playing soccer next to the apartment building he lived in. The boy he was kicking the ball with was thirteen and was named Raji. He had never thought of him sexually. The tall kid's parents were from India, so his skin was a nice dark brown. His hair was pitch black and his body muscular. He guessed that since the boy bullied him around, he never imagined sucking his dick. But watching the boy's package dance in his gray sweat pants aroused him. After a while as they grew bored of playing, Raji decided to show Freddy the famous sleep hold of wrestling. Something that meant that Freddy had to put his hands behind his head and the tall kid would grasp his neck, raise him in the air and shake his body to sleep.

As Raji proceeded, Freddy felt the young teen's lump through the fabric of his shorts. Raji used powerful thrust of his hips against the kid's buns to shake his body like a puppet. Freddy was excited like crazy and his plan was set.

Back on the ground, the ten-year-old dashed to the nearest wall and peed on the cement. Then pulling down his short pants to his knees, he faced the Indian boy and shook his hips, his little uncut dink slapping his thighs for thirty seconds before hiding his dignity.

"Are you game to do the same?" Freddy demanded. "I dare ya!"

"Pshaw!" Raji retorted, like it was nothing. He could not be outdone by a small runt like that. There was little chance anybody would see him, not many people used the cul-de-sac and the ramp to the garage could not be witnessed by the many tenants of the large building.

So he would prove he was superior again and rapidly lowered his sweat pants and green undies to his ankles. He swayed his hips like the kid had done.

Freddy smiled, gazing at the boy's brownish penis. His prick and nuts were pretty big even though he had only a few wisps of hair down there. The uncircumcised skin didn't cover all of the glans and he could see the pink tip pushing out.

The Indian boy smiled, he was victorious, and he had done it at least 45 seconds. He was used to the little hyperactive kid and his crazy ideas. But this time, his heart was pounding. And he was hard as steel in his pants, much like his small buddy. "Let's go play at your place!" Freddy suggested.

Together, the young males raced to the seventh floor where Raji's apartment was. Freddy had never been in the older boy's bedroom. All his soccer trophies impressed him. Completely oversexed, he jumped on the bed and shagged the pillow.

"Do you wanna play Monopoly?" Raji asked.

"I wanna play with my dick!" Freddy bluntly replied. In a second, the kid had his shorts down to his ankles and was fiddling with his erection, a big smile on his face.

Raji couldn't believe his eyes, the little boy was really dirty. Being raised in a highly religious family, the first reflex was to throw him out. But his dick ached in his pants. Standing like a deer in front of headlights, a stunned look on his mug, he did nothing to stop the small child as he crept to his feet and tugged on his sweats. As if in a dream, he watched the little boy sticking his tongue out and licking the underside of his penis. The tiny lips kissing his pole and heavy balls had his cock pointing even further up in the air, hard as never before. Soon, his six inches [15 cm] had disappeared in the mouth of his little visitor.

"Ohhhhhhhhh!" he started moaning. The boy eating all of his coffee-colored member. Waves of unknown pleasure travelled in his teenage pole. His big red knob was totally exposed now and the lad was bobbing his head on it faster and faster.

But Freddy had other plans. He let go of the engorged penis and turned his backside to the older chap. His chest on the edge of the bed, his hairless legs spread wide, his buttocks parted by his tiny hands, he lured the Indian: "Put your dick in my bum Raji!"

The young pubescent teen never imagined he would deflower a ten-year-old. The little puckered hole was winking at him, already shiny and lubed with Vaseline. His first fuck will be with a boy! he thought silently. The pink anus in between two soft little white buns were an offer he could not refuse.

Guiding his hard cock with his hand, he introduced the tip in the tight opening and the first inch [2½ cm]. "Oooooo!" Freddy cooed biting the bedcovers to subside the pain of the thick sausage. From then on, it didn't take too long before three more inches [7½ cm] were entered and then the last two [5 cm].

"Uhmhmmmm oHHHHHHH!" the Indian boy groaned. "Can you feel it?"

"Yesssss it's good!" Freddy chanted, the hot prong completely in his little rectum. "Fuck me!"

Following the command, Raji started sliding his pole in and out, sodomizing slowly the frail kid. He savoured every second of the constricting ring around his excited organ. Feeling so alive and powerful. He wanted to remember his first time and the kid would be shown the best fuck of his life.

Freddy relaxed his anal sphincters, he knew better than to defy the large cock up his bowels. Gradually, he appreciated more and more of the big sex enlarging his orifice, burrowing deeper and faster inside of him. He had guessed right, Raji was a great buttfucker.

And he was proving it. Increasing the tempo. Watching his big cock disappear in the little white ass then come out all slimy and gleaming. He bucked his hips hard, making dimples in the brown cheeks of his butt.

"You like my hard dick in yer ass uh little fuck? Say it!" the Indian boy said.

"Yessss Yesss Fuck me! FUCK ME HARD!" Freddy cried.

"I'll show you!"

Changing position, Freddy lay on all fours on the bed while his partner stood up behind him. Raji arched his knees and buried his entire prick to the hilt with one quick shove in the kid's ass. Then putting his hands on the skinny back of the kid, with all his weight, he crushed the ten-year-old's shoulders in the mattress.

"AHHHRRRR!" Freddy complained from the rough mounting. It looked like they were playing leapfrog naked. But Raji, with his cock up the child's ass had no intention of leaping.

Freddy realized he was getting more than he had bargained for when the young teenager began fucking him that way. The big hard cock was going very deep. The bed was creaking with every penetration.

"ARRGGGG ARGGGGGHHHHHHHH ARGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH!" he screamed, jerking his little dick to decrease the pain. He could hear the older boy's panting in his ears. The sweat from his nose dripping on his back. His lustful voice spewing dirty talk: "Oh yeah 3; take it in yer ass little bastard 3; Oh ohhh ohhh 3; I'll fuck you hard like you wanted! Ohh ohhh! Your asshole will hurt for a week after I'm done with it! ohh ohh!"

The Indian boy was a weight lifter. Freddy's body was no match for the brutal assaults in his virgin butt. His little frame was shaking. Even though he was grabbing the bedcovers, his body moved an inch [2½ cm] closer to the edge of the bed with each powerful thrust. He could feel and hear the big balls of the Indian boy slapping against his firm ass.

"ARRGGHG ARRGHGHGHG ARRHGHGHG!" Freddy screamed, losing his head from the intense fuck. The big cock rubbing his prostate sent him over and his whole nervous system quivered from his anal climax.

"STOP! STOP! COME IN MY ASS RAJI!!" the little boy pleaded.

But the older boy pursued his slamming. Always faster, preparing for the cum of a lifetime. Until finally, screaming his bliss in the child ears, he spurted a jet of pure ecstasy in the kid's innards. Kneeling behind him, he closed his eyes, relishing the brief moment his balls unloaded their boyjuice inside the ten-year-old.

Immensely tired, he laid over the body of the youngster, slowly releasing his softening penis from his hole. As was his goal, the small anus was red and agape leaking white seed down the kid's perfectly white inner thighs.

III

Wearing his sexiest red bikini briefs and old navy blue shorts two size too small, he rapped on the Indian boy's door.

"It's open!" he heard.

Strolling inside Raji's room, he discovered the thirteen-year-old and also two of his pals lounging around drinking beer.

"That's my friend Rodney," Raji said pointing at a fourteen-year-old black boy. Freddy surveyed the new kid, he wore hip clothes with a large gold chain around his neck.

"And that's my other friend David."

Freddy eyed the other caucasian teenager. He guessed his age at around sixteen. He was also wearing rapper clothes and was quite cute with his blonde hair, baby face and shiny earring. The crowd of three half-drunk teens were not was he had planned for the afternoon.

"Raji told us about ya," the oldest boy said. "I bet you can wait to have this in your butt!" he added, squeezing his crotch.

"You gotta catch me first!" Freddy exclaimed, mooning the gang briefly and dashing for the exit.

"Get him!" Raji barked. The rowdy gang had no problem nabbing the fleeing kid in the corridor and dragged him back inside the apartment.

"You think you can escape like that little bitch!" Raji snarled choking the ten-year-old with his arm around his neck. Then shoving the boy on the carpet, the three strong teens began to undress him as he squirmed.

Laying vulnerable and nude on the floor, they eyed him. "Look he likes this, he's got a woody!" the black boy remarked. "Let's get started." Raji cheered, removing his pants followed by his two buddies.

Freddy remained on the floor, watching the show of the three boys undressing until they were all nude from the waist down. If Raji's limp prick was big, the black boy's penis was even longer and David's sixteen-year-old appendage was huge!

"You like what you see!" Rodney commented.

"I don't know where to start!" the little boy peeped.

As the three males made a circle around him, he fondled their heavy genitals with his small fingers. The musky aroma of their sex tickled his nose. Caressing each dick equally, he observed them grow hard right in front of his eyes. The first cock to reach full hardness he put in his mouth. It was David's eight-inch [20 cm] pecker. The entire monster could not fit his small cavity but he suckled it as best as he could.

Raji asked for his turn and he jumped to his familiar pole, engulfing the brown penis deep in his throat. And finally, Rodney's black cock had a go at his expert lips. Soon all three organs were glistening with his spittle. The tall males moaned loudly when he sucked them and they jacked off patiently when it was not their turn for the sweet mouth.

"OH yeah! Suck it little slut!" "You like our big cocks!" the boys hissed.

While he pleasured one teen, the two others rubbed their erections on his face, leaving pre-cum on his soft skin. David also liked to rub his knob on the ten-year-old's erect nipples. While Rodney favoured fucking the boy's warm armpits. At all time, Freddy made sure he had a hard pole between his lips.

When all the teenagers were hot and horny from the kid's blowjobs, they lead him to the bedroom and lubed their long fuckpoles with Vaseline in unison. It was understood that Raji had to go first and he turned the boy roughly on his tummy. Easily, his cock entered the loose hole and he bucked his hips right from the start to fuck the small child. David climbed on the bed with his pal, and fed his hot meat to the little mouth. Freddy's wails were muffled by the big manhood while he got filled at both ends. He never imagined being possessed like that would be so pleasurable. Raji's powerful thrust in his bum had him swallowing more and more of the sixteen-year-old's huge dick. Almost all eight inches [20 cm] were in his throat and his little button nose was in David's pubic hair.

The two fucker's mature groans echoed in the room as they used the youngster's ass and mouth for their gratification. Never considering one second that this was a mere infant they were fucking.

For the next hour, each teenager had his shot at the kid, for a carefully timed ten minutes. "I'll show you how it's done!" Rodney exclaimed while the two other males pulled their cocks out of the child's body.

Freddy watched as David and Raji sat to witness the show, masturbating slowly. Rodney joined him on the bed and he knew the real gang-bang was about to begin. The fourteen-year-old hauled him on his stomach.

Freddy didn't know what to expect as he lay on the black boy. He could feel the heat emitted by the teen under his back. Then Rodney grabbed him under the knees and pulled them, giving himself access.

The two masturbating voyeurs could see everything. The large seven inch [18 cm] cock poking at the red puckered hole of the child. Until finally, it found its mark and slowly snaked its way up the narrow entry.

With the kid firmly impaled on his prong, Rodney had the boy bouncing on it in no time. Like he was riding a horse, Freddy could feel his body flowing in the air and falling down hard on the lap of the strong black boy.

"UHHH UHHH UHHHHH UHHHH!" Freddy cried, running out of breath as he rode the big fuck stick. Rodney's fingers were jerking his little dink. And the contrast of black skin against his white genitals was arousing him. Yelping, he experienced the first of many pre-pubescent orgasm. Rodney continued fucking, until he grew tired.

When David climbed on the bed, the kid was already exhausted. He had no trouble rolling him in a ball to mount him like a girl.

"AOWWW AOWOWWOWOW!" Freddy screamed as the huge cock plunged inside him. The sixteen-year-old, put his hand on his little mouth and thrust further into his bowels. Quickly, he found his rhythm in the extended anus and buggered deep and fast into the little ass.

Freddy's body was limp and numb as he watched the long dong slide in and out between his white buttocks. The blonde teen was breathing in his face and he could see the lust in his eyes.

"Oh Yeah Oh FUCK Oh YEahhhh!" David commented as he pounded the little kid's ass. Pinned down by strong hands, Freddy count not move an inch in this uncomfortable position. Whimpering incessantly, he relaxed, waiting for the plowing to stop. Five more minutes and the intense fuck halted.

Only to begin again. The more and more the young males grew excited, the more they took over his body with a frenzy, twisting him like a rag doll. Pulling his hair, dragging him by a leg or an arm into the desired position. His little hole ached as he got filled time and time again with burning hard meat.

Raji leap-frogged him again. Then Rodney really impressed his friends by rabbit fucking the kid for ten straight minutes. David was the first one to bring the kid to another room. He ravaged him bent over on the kitchen counter, where his prick was at the perfect height for penetration. The couch was also an ideal place. The kid's body, pressed against the cushion could not move and assured a deep and satisfying bumfuck.

Freddy stopped counting the times he achieved orgasm. Running out of ways to fuck, the three teenagers were ready to do the same. With the ten-year-old laying exhausted on the cold kitchen tiles, they jacked off over him.

"Open yer mouth!" Raji instructed.

Freddy obeyed, waiting for the deluge of sperm. All the pent-up seed flowed abundantly as they came together. All boys were aiming for the kid's mouth with great success. Freddy watched the three cocks pulsating as they shot ropes and ropes of hot jizz on his body. The white cream splashed across his face and hairless body making large puddles. His mouth overflowed with the thick teenage juice. He swallowed everything he could and cleaned up the cocks shoved in his mouths.

The End

#4
I Spy

Chapter 1

There were ten units in the building. Three floors of three apartments and the last one in the basement. It was there, in the basement unit that lived the kid that would haunt my life forever. I had spotted him right away.

The boy was about twelve and had black hair shaven on the sides. His dark eyes twinkled when he passed beside me in the corridor saying 'Hi' from time to time. Even though he had steely braces on his teeth, it didn't stop him from smiling wholeheartedly.

During the summer, he wore shorts, displaying his beautiful hairless legs. Quite the athletic type, you could not have pinched an inch of fat on him.

Soon I became obsessed with the kid and began spying on him every chance I got. At first, I spent many of my evenings, my ear glued to the crack of my door listening. Listening to everything that went on downstairs, in the basement apartment. Since I was on the first floor, I was very near to the object of my attention. The doors were very thin and I could hear almost everything.

Quickly, I found out that the boy was very boisterous, getting into trouble a lot, doing poorly at school. He lived with his single-mom and was into all kinds of sports, hockey, soccer, bike riding. His mom yelled at him constantly, screaming his name: "GREG! Don't do this, GREG! don't do that etc."

As days went by, I carefully sketched the boy's schedule. On weekdays, he was there at suppertime, 5 to 7 and then he left to play outside until 10 pm, sometimes later. Saturday, his mother took the car for the weekend and went god knows where to be with her ailing sister. Sunday, his uncle came around noon and had lunch. I suppose to verify that everything was ok with the home alone boy.

It was on these weekends, that Greg misbehaved the most. Coming in after midnight with 3 or 4 friends. I had heard his mother threaten him many times. He was only allowed one pal inside the edifice during the weekend. Not one more. But he disobeyed time and time again.

The gang used to hang in the basement corridor and chat for hours into the night. About girls, sex, cars, hockey and trading cards. And I listened to every word. One time, they discussed the beating they had given to a group of other kids. At another time, they drooled on the shoes they had just stolen in a shop window, congratulating Greg for breaking the glass with a brick.

Most of the time though, Greg spent his day with his best friend. A child named Ralph. A naive, redheaded boy of the same age who would endure the torture of his strong buddy. Growing braver, I often tiptoed to the basement and put my ear on the door to listen to them play inside. And almost every time, Greg at some point would beat him up until the frail kid cried.

The black-haired demon was also a great porn collector. Movies he traded for stolen goods from his school friends. The wails of women getting fucked rang in my ear almost every week as he watched the tapes with his best friend Ralph. "Look at that, he's gonna put it in her ass!" I heard them say with their small voices. "Oh Gross! Yuk!" again during the cumshots.

I could picture them in my head. The two twelve-year-olds, their pants around their ankles jacking off to the dirty images on the TV set. Sometimes, I heard him describe the hardcore flicks to his hockey pals: "There was these blond girls with huge tits, and they all got fucked in the ass! Man, I jerked off fourteen times!"

It was also a ritual for the two young pals to practice Judo in the basement corridor on Sunday, just before the class they both attended. Strangely, they practiced their chomps in their underwear. I used to go out for a pack of cigarette exactly then, to get a glimpse of their tight buns in their colored bikini briefs and the lump they had down in front.

My hands were shaking every time I did the trick, afraid they would discover the little escapade wasn't random at all. The sight of the two almost naked boys grabbing and punching each other to the ground remained in my head for a long time afterward. One particular time as I was spying with my ears inside my place, Greg proposed a game to Ralph.

"Hey, the one who loses the next round has to take his underwear off and run the three flight of stairs and come back down."

"But we might get caught!" Ralph barked, concerned.

"That's what's fun!" replied the more adventurous boy.

"That's not fair. You always win. You're better at Judo." the redhead kid complained.

"Ok. I'll do it first, then you go."

"Okay, fair enough." Ralph concluded.

The sound of the first boy running up the steel stairs resonated in the building. My heart pounding, I opened the door slowly, leaving it ajar, hoping to catch a glimpse of the kid as he went back down. And I did. Greg didn't even notice me as he raced down. I saw for a few seconds, his perfectly round white butt and his flailing circumcised boyhood. The next boy dashed also in front of my eyes, showing me his tiny uncut penis. They repeated the dare three times, giggling madly like toddlers.

The next week, as both boys were watching a porno tape late at night, I stuck my ear to the door as usual, but this time it was different. In between the fucking sounds of the movie, I heard Greg urging on his little pal: "C'mon let's do it. You'll see it's good."

The TV was suddenly shut off. In the silence of night, the moans of the kids came to my ears. I could clearly hear their body shifting on the sofa. And then the hushed voice of Greg: "Oh yeah suck it" I figured they were slurping their boydicks, my head was spinning. Cursing, I prayed to god to give me x-ray eyes at that very moment. I gently turned the doorknob hoping I could slip into the apartment and hide like a tiny mouse in a corner to witness their lovemaking. But it was locked.

Soon after, Ralph pleaded "OUCH! OUCH! STOP!". 'The little brats are fucking each other!' I thought silently. "I'll put a condom" Greg suggested and the music of their coupling continued. Loud panting, yelps of joy and pain and finally groans of orgasmic bliss.

For days, I wracked my brains trying to figure out a way to get into the basement apartment and hide a wee spy camera somewhere. Just in case it would happen again. But to no avail. Only my ears were to be the voyeuristic tools.

Ralph disappeared from Greg's life shortly after that. I guessed he had enough of the crazy boy's bully attitude. Getting fucked in the ass probably had something to do with it. A new boy replaced him, the kid was named Jonathan and had curly blond hair like an angel. He was much younger, around eleven, and lacked the maturity of his older friend.

Greg's hormones were definitely on fire. Every time I spied on him, he would talk about sex with his buddies. It didn't take long before he had a story of his first fuck to yak about. Then came Nancy and Susan, both neighbourhood sluts it seemed.

Young Jonathan was always tagging along, laughing at the tales of the older mates. They shoved him around, he wasn't part of the gang.

As months went by, Greg didn't react the same way when he bumped into me in the hall of the building. Sure, he always said 'Hi' but he didn't have the same innocent look in his eyes. I guessed he had noticed the way I stared at him. Because of my obsession, I was nervous around him. Maybe he sensed it.

Greg and Jonathan mostly played in the locker area. The large room, also in the basement, had ten cubicles, one for each unit. I was elated. I could hide in my storage place and look through the crack of the door at the boys playing there. They wrestled or kicked a bean sack for hours.

Greg was a teenager now, he had turned thirteen. Two years older than his little buddy. His mom didn't understand their relationship but she was content with the fact that her son had somebody to spend time with. Of course, much like he did with Ralph, the black-haired lad, teased and overpowered his small companion.

He had a nasty habit of pulling down the blond kid's sweat pants and underwear with two swift tugs. I ogled at this young god's beautiful body. His soft pale buttocks and childish hairless genitals. The youngster succeeded many time in doing the same. And I found out that little Greg was no longer small. I could see a tuft of pubic hair and his package had become heavier. In fact, I would say he was hung for an early teener.

The older boy shared his porno with his new pal. Little Jonathan squealed in delight in front of the forbidden moving pictures. Saving my heart, they didn't have sex behind that closed door. I heard Jonathan leave quietly to his home. But I knew that at some point, the kid would be taught lessons in sex.

Every Saturday around midnight, I took my post in my locker. The boys were bound to come wrestle in their playroom for sure. One night, they seemed tired and only tossed a basketball.

"I'm so horny tonight" Greg whispered. "Come here" he ordered the young lad. Grabbing his little hand, he shoved it down the front of his black sweat pants. "See how hard it is!"

"Yeah" the imp exclaimed.

"You know that Koho hockey you wanted?" Greg asked. "I'll give it to you if you suck it 3;"

The child considered the offer a moment. "I dunno."

Greg urged him on "C'mon man, I'm gonna explode!", insisting until the kid nodded.

My eyes were teary from joy as I watched the eleven-year-old kneel on the cement floor. Greg lowered his exercise pants to his ankles, his monster cock jutting in front of the cute face of the lad. Greg stared right into the blue eyes of the little angel as he stuck his little pink tongue out to lick the pre-cum off his turgid dickhead.

"Uhmmmmmmmmmm" Greg moaned loudly. The kid was swallowing his meat slowly. Then he proceeded like he had seen in the porn flicks, grasping the base of the penis to masturbate it, suckling the big knob.

The thirteen-year-old caressed Jonathan's yellow curly hair. "Ohhhh Ohhh yeah suck it" he cooed, feeling the lips slide on his seven inch [18 cm] pole. "Ohhh you're so good"

The young pre-teen didn't seem to mind the hard piece of flesh in his oral cavity. He ate the big cock as best as he could, filling his mouth. Growing braver, he fondled the heavy set of balls and caressed the teenager's ass, pulling on it to force the long prick further down his narrow throat.

I could tell Greg's body was like Jell-O and the kid was really working him. I had shivers up my spine, witnessing the first boysex ever of my life right in front of my eyes.

"Uhhhh I'm gonna cum!" Greg yelped. "Oh yeah oh yeah 3; eat my load!" he instructed, clinching the kid's head hard and spurting his cream in his mouth. His muscular body convulsed as he climaxed. His white asscheeks contracting with each jolt of pleasure.

Jonathan's adam's apple bobbed up and down as he gulped down the balljuice exploding on his tongue. He licked the last drop from the teen's piss slit and licked his lips.

"You're a better cocksucker than Susan!" Greg grinned.

"Thank you," the child peeped.

After that event, I could tell that the two boys were closer. Greg still bullied the youngster around but with less intensity. Jonathan had been authorized by his folks to sleepover at Greg's place and every Saturday, he spent the night there.

As expected, they started to have sex together. I listened to it. A lot of sucking at first. Then weeks later, I was there when Jonathan lost his virginity. He yelled a lot in the beginning from taking Greg's big rod up his cute behind. But soon, he was pleading for more, "OH fuck me! FUCK ME!" I heard him. 'Little slut' I cussed.

They would watch porn and practice the scenes live in Greg's bedroom. For two months, the sounds of their intense intercourse filled my head all the time. I was utterly frustrated. Irate. The best sex show was just a few feet from me and I could not contemplate it one second. I watched television trying to get it out of mind, but couldn't stop thinking about it. I was going mad.

Chapter 2

He pretended not to notice and bowed his head. "You didn't tell me you had grade 'A' meat around here!" my friend commented. I frowned at him, then turned red as Greg dashed out the exit. I knew then that the boy would never run around in his undies in front of me and would avoid my presence like the plague.

It was much later that the event proved positive. As I came home late from a Christmas party, I found the thirteen-year-old devil sitting in the stairs alone in his blue underwear. It was 1 o'clock in the morning. My eyes caught sight of a black eye and bruises on his naked torso. 'This time it was your turn to get beaten up!' I silently thought.

"Hi," he peeped.

"Can't sleep?" I asked bravely.

"Nope"

"You're friend's not there?"

"No. He went to his grandma."

Slowly, I climbed to my apartment, happy at how much conversation I had gotten out of the kid. As I turned the key, he barked: "Hey Mister! Are you a faggot?"

"Yes. I am GAY if you must know." I responded sternly.

"What's the difference 3;" he muttered defiantly.

I had no intention of teaching him about good manners and put my right feet into my nest. It was one of those special times when you realize that one step can make a lifetime of a difference. I didn't take it.

"Do you want come in?" I demanded. "I got some ice for your eye. If you don't put anything on it, it's gonna be huge tomorrow."

The kid didn't answer and followed me inside. We talked while I cared for his wounds. Nothing he could say could surprise me. I probably knew him more than he himself.

"I saw you. I saw you in the locker, watching us," he blurted out in the middle of one of our mindless talks.

"Y-y-yeah so?" I stammered, a total wreck.

"So 3; nothing," he replied.

Out of the blue, he bluntly inquired if I would suck him. The sly rat was fully aware I would never refuse such an offer. It felt like we were old lovers already.

He removed the last piece of garment off his strong body and sat in my comfy armchair. How I lusted after the boy. His limp prick right on the cushion where I had spent hours watching TV to get away from him. I caressed his boyfeet and ran my hands on his soft hairless legs. With the most erotic touches I made love to his lean body with my fingers then kissed his perfect skin, nibbled his pink nipples.

"Come on!" he insisted, pushing his hardening penis to me.

I dove for his balls and munched on them hungrily. I had had some sex with my adult friends but this was definitely the most beautiful cock. My tongue left a trail of saliva as I tasted the young burning organ. Blood rushed to it and it kept getting bigger under my lips.

Before I blew him, I had him turn around and ate his ass. My palms on his firm globes, I made my tongue dance in his asscrack and gradually slipped my oral probe into his tender anus. He only had two hairs back there, a pretty sight. The kid confided, he had never been reamed. He moaned loudly the more I explored his anal opening.

When he turned around again, his boydick was at full mast, a proud seven inch [18 cm]. I went down on it with a vengeance for I wanted the boy to say I was the best cocksucker in the world.

"Ooooooooooh," he cooed, his little toes curling up, as my lips raced on his hard bone.

I teased his knob, vibrating the tip of my tongue on his sensitive glans, licking his pisshole. Then leaped on the rigid wand, taking it deep in my throat. I listened carefully to his cries of joy. Pausing before he reached his climax. And for twenty minutes I held him. Hot and bothered, experimenting real adult pleasures.

His face grimaced. I made sure every centimetre of his cock was alive. Speeding up, I bobbed my head like a madman, suctioning the gorgeous tool like a vacuum.

"Uhhh uhhh UHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" he yelled.

I released his prick from my grip and watched him cum on himself. His penis shuddered, shooting gallons of white jism on his belly and as far as his face like liquid fireworks. Leaning over, I slurped the puddles of sperm all over his hot skin, drinking the sweet nectar of boy essence.

From then on, the boy often knocked on my door. Mostly to ask for money, sometimes only to see what I was doing. I grew afraid that somebody in the building would notice him coming to my place. The consequences would be horrible if he told anyone. I feared the kid would blackmail me and threaten to reveal our erotic interlude.

But being a boylover, I was not strong enough to leave my door closed for him. He introduced me to his pal Jonathan. Both kids would snoop around my apartment. Browsing in my books, the boxes of pc games I owned. I felt assured that Jonathan didn't know I was into boys. Until he found a box of Belgium cookie in the pantry and asked "Hey can I have some cookies? I'll show you my dick if you want?"

"Have the cookies. You don't need to show me yer dick." I snapped back, giving a rude look to Greg for telling on me.

Greg even spilled his guts to his mom. She knew he was spending time with me. "I'm so glad my son hangs out with you. He needs so much paternal attention. My husband left 10 years ago 3; bla bla bla" she yakked on when I bumped into the her. The whole thing was turning into a nightmare.

But it had its rewards, I could pretend to be a hockey dad. It meant watching an hour of boring pee-wees skating aimlessly. On the other hand, I could go in the locker room after the game and help Greg take his uniform off. All these growing boys running out naked of the showers was priceless. Greg would wink at me and smile. He knew I was in heaven.

Even more interesting, Greg and Jonathan started putting on little sex shows in my apartment. They could 69 for hours on my couch, sucking all the energy out of their youthful bodies through their penises.

Just last Sunday, I almost fainted. The familiar rap of little knuckles echoed in my apartment. I opened the door to the two boys. Both were dressed like boy scouts and Greg was carrying a camera.

"Do you wanna film us?" were his first words. "I'm gonna buttfuck Jonathan and I wanna make a movie of it!" he added. Little Jonathan nodded his approval beside him.

"Why the hell do you want to do that?" I queried, my dick jumping in my jeans.

"Cuz' this man at the arcade is gonna buy it for 500$," he answered seriously. "200$ for me, 200$ for Jonathan and 100$ for you!"

I sighed heavily. Prison bars flashed in front of my eyes and my soul sunk to my feet. 'These two are gonna be underground movie stars' I whispered in my head.

"Please! Please!" the two kids sang in unison with their high voices.

"Okay. Gimme that" I muttered, nabbing the camcorder and following them down the stairs, half-excited, half-concerned.

Greg's apartment was exactly like I had pictured it. My ears had been right on. All the rooms were where I thought they were. I was right on about each piece of furniture. The couch in the middle, the TV set in the corner, the kitchen table in the back. Only the colours were different.

The scene was to be shot without editing. So it had to be right. I practiced filming the kids in their cute boy scout uniforms to get used to the camera. Both boys had memorized every details of the script. All the adult acts they were to perform. There even put a little corny dialogue in there. "Oh I need to get fucked", "I can take care of that" etc.

I pressed the REC button and filmed as the kids came in the apartment, pretending to be back from a jamboree and talking innocently. But soon they were on the couch, kissing each other and rubbing their firm little asses. Greg removed the blue and gold scarf of his blond friend and pieces of clothes started flying. Their beige shirts, blue socks and beige shorts until they were almost naked sporting the sexiest string bikinis exposing their white little rear ends.

Rolling on the floor, they rubbed their flesh together, lowering slowly their underwear. Between their young bodies, Greg's cock was hardening rapidly, while Jonathan's little dink, devoid of any hair, was already stiff.

Never once, did they take a peek at the intruding camera. I zoomed in on their genitals as they took position to 69. Both boys moaned loudly when they swallowed their boycocks. Greg gently suckled his buddy's wiener like a lollipop, while Jonathan tried his best to take more of the huge hard-on. For five minutes, they worked on getting their dicks hard as nails, eating their hairless balls and licking their throbbing pricks.

Greg straddled the kid's thin chest and fed his massive cock into his willing mouth. The boy allowed the member to invade deeply. He gagged a little, but was determined to accommodate the large organ. His lips were stretched obscenely as the thirteen-year-old began to fuck his mouth until his nuts bumped his small chin.

I circled the horny couple, catching the scene from every angle. Jonathan masturbated furiously, taking the seven-inch [18 cm] pole far down his throat. Greg all of a sudden, grasped the kid by his curly blond hair and pulled his mouth on his wet shaft. Jonathan gripped the teenager's hips as him lips slid at 100 mph on the wet cock.

When Greg rose from the ground, his erect penis was pointing far up. I had never seen his maleness so proud, his glans so fat. Jonathan dashed to the couch and rested his chest on a cushion, wiggling his firm bottom invitingly. Greg spread his pale buttocks, careful not to block the view, and exposed the tiny often-fucked shithole. He slicked a finger with his saliva and watched it disappear into the puckered hole. The little kid whined while the finger prodded his rectum. Greg started an in and out motion with the finger, driving it to the hilt, then slowly withdrawing it. I filmed the kid's face showing the heated, kind of drunken look. Greg slipped a second digit inside and violently finger-fucked the ring of flesh. The eleven-year-old trashed his arms and legs a little, experiencing his first of many orgasms from the anal intrusion.

While Greg greased his monster with Vaseline, little Jonathan climbed on the sofa, panting. On all fours, he spread his legs wide. His butt slightly raised to accept his partner.

The young teenager pressed the tip of his angry knob to the bright pink anus and cherished the exquisite feeling for a moment. He rubbed his glans back and forth across it and focused on penetrating the narrow passage. The kid's opening never yielded easily, so without relenting, he pressed, until the spongy end of his penis was forced inside. Jonathan pretended to be a virgin and bit the sofa cushion, screaming a muffled yell as the thick cock invaded his small butt.

Once Greg was caught in the vise grip of the eleven-year-old's sphincter, he thrust forward hard, jamming his pubic bone into the kid's cleft. Gently, he withdrew his massive boner, the camera catching the tight ring of skin clinging all around the thick shaft. For a moment, the teen savoured the slick tightness.

"Uhhh fuck me!" Jonathan urged him.

Within a few minutes, the sounds of their coupling echoed in the room. As if possessed by the rhythm of a passionate dance, Greg pounded his steely pole into the kid's welcoming rectum.

"Oh yeah! ohhh yeah! OHHH OHHHH FUCK ME! OHHHH YEAH!" Jonathan shouted with his little voice.

The tall black-haired boy thrust his cock steadily deep into his passive little friend. Jonathan's face was crushed in the back of the sofa, his 75 pounds [35 kg] body shaken mercilessly by the brutal onslaught.

My legs were shaking as I tried to keep the camcorder steady. I had never imagined in my head that their mating would be so intense. Greg was almost a professional. He spread the kid's butt cheeks wide to present his huge teen prick slamming into the small fuckhole. Grabbing his slender hips, he rabbit-fucked a few quick seconds making Jonathan squeal and from time to time, he slapped the kid's butt as if he was riding a horse.

All the time the young child begged for more, screaming at the top of his lung: "Ohhh yesss yessss FUCK ME! HARDER! HARDER!!! FUCK MY ASS!"

I zoomed on every hardcore detail. Jonathan's now limp cock, wagged back and forth with each thrust. Finally, the mature buggerer, pulled out, displaying the damages he had accomplished with his penis. The pre-teen's glistening asshole was red and agape while he cooed from the liberation.

Greg took a seat next to him on the couch and Jonathan quickly straddled him, lowering his buns toward the slickened prong. With admirable agility, the boy picked up the cock with one hand and guided it to the target. I could almost feel the shivers that extended electrically from Greg's glans to his toes and fingertips, when he made contact with the puckered anus.

Jonathan grunted as he impaled himself, gasping for breath. Face to face, they looked in each other's eyes with undeniable lust. The frail boy began a long sliding motion as he rode astride his pal. His limp little pecker flopped from side to side.

Greg grabbed the boy's nipples in his fingertips and held on. He began thrusting upward from the couch, driving into the boy so fiercely that he almost unseated him. The little kid had both hands on Greg's shoulders as he flexed and un-flexed his legs.

Then sitting motionless, as if on the toilet, Jonathan let the big cock rise into his butt with renewed vigour. The slick piece of flesh filling his bowels aroused him like crazy. He jacked off his small erection reaching climax. The hard fuck stick had rubbed his prostate so well, he had been sent over the edge.

The teenager was strong enough to handle the kid's weight and he grabbed him behind the kidneys to bounce him energetically on his inflated prick. Rising to his feet, he walked across the room with the boy at the end of his hard cock. Exhausted from the efforts it required, he deposited the child face down on his bed. Then pinning him flat with a powerful hand at the centre of the boy's shoulder blades, he settled for a leisurely fuck for a few minutes. His engorged member making a squishing sound as it entered and exited the ravaged asshole.

An unusual silence broke. A calming contrast to the constant wails of joy and pain. The script called for the last scene and Jonathan rolled his sweaty body onto his back. He held his knees to his chest and Greg knelt over him, his ever-hard prick aimed at the extended anus.

Like old lovers they fused together, Greg mounting the kid with ease. Jonathan's toes curled up in the air as the long tube plunged into his guts once again. "FUCK ME HARD!" the little blond tyke ordered, grimacing from the hot chunk of lava completely inside him.

'He's gonna kill him.' I thought in my head. Both kids were covered with sweat, their wet bangs clinging to their foreheads. Fuelling up on the last bit of his energy, Greg began sodomizing the youngster in earnest right from the get go. Both kids breathed in great ragged gasps. The slap of flesh on flesh grew louder as the horny teen picked up the pace.

From where I was filming, I could see clearly the ramming organ. There was nothing to block the assault of the teenager's pounding hips and little Jonathan took all seven inches [18 cm] deep and hard in his rectum. Greg's heavy balls bounced against the kid's tight ass with each powerful plunge.

"UHHHH UHHHH YEAAHH YEAAHHH ARGGHHGH!" the eleven-year-old yelled. His fingernails dug in his skin as he held on to his legs in the air. The mattress creaked as the strong youthful male plowed with unstoppable force.

Preparing to climax, Greg rutted his full weight on the boy. When he did come, he threw his head back and released a muffled cry of ecstasy. Remembering he was filmed, he quickly withdrew his spasming cock from the gripping ass ring, shooting a thick rope of sperm on the well-fucked puffy boyhole.

The teenager's butt cheeks quivered with every jolt of his strong orgasm. His penis erupting many times, sending great amounts of spunk clear across Jonathan's chest into his wide opened mouth and cute face. The little angel stuck his tongue out, trying to catch the copious flow of white discharge. He drank the cream greedily and cleaned the softening prick Greg had so skilfully screwed his butt with.

I would not have dared let the two boys go alone to sell the tape to the man at the arcade. I went for them and managed to get them each a grand, most of it I deposited in a fund in their name. I also got a box of boysex pornos for my handy work as a cameraman. The kids enjoyed watching them. It showed many kids from their schools engaged in vile acts. Sometimes getting fucked by their own fathers or an older brother.

Shortly after that, Greg flunked his school year. His mom and him moved to the other side of town so that he could go at a special school. As for Jonathan, he seldom came to visit me. When he did, we chatted for hours. If what he told me is true, the kid has been fucked on film more times than Traci Lords.

The End