Debonair

Inside Job

Chapter 1

The oversized piece of meat had been at the centre of my intimacy ever since I was a toddler. I played with it and showed it to my little buddies proudly. But other than that, I had not gained any concrete benefit from it. The name's Brandon by the way. And the extravagant adventure I will share with you took place four years ago.

Like every other teenager, my life was simple. I spend my days going to school and hanging out with my pals afterward near the apartment complex. Just another lad in the big city. A lanky brown-haired boy with pimples, a raspy voice, dressed in baggy pants and a worn-out t-shirt.

The only time I dared step inside my mother's place, besides going there to sleep, was when she wasn't there and I could jack off repeatedly in front of hardcore porno. Otherwise, I would be found in one of the shadowy corners between the two gray apartment towers, vegging out with a group of friends. The pattern was mind numbing if it wasn't for an obsession I had developed. An odd attraction to this kid.

The boy's name was Eddie. A real brat who kept pestering us. He always discovered our hiding spot and somehow tried to fit in with us older boys. Even though we taunted him and elbowed him, I knew the gang was somewhat fond of the little clown. At ten-year-olds, he already had the street smart of a veteran. The kinda kid who told dirty jokes and joined in to smoke pot while the boom box blasted guitar riffs from Stone Temple Pilots out of its speakers.

Eddie was small for his age, skinny yet strong. His blond hair was shaven to half an inch [12 mm] on his scalp. Over his pug nose, two big expressive green eyes rolled with every enthusiastic outburst of his squeaky voice. He was a stray demon, with dirt under his fingernails and stains on his knees from the ruff and tumbling.

Over time, we grew accustomed to the constant sex talk coming from his young mouth and stopped treating him like a child. His lack of innocence caused us to play the cruellest tricks on him. But no matter how harsh we were, he never abandoned the gang, accepting with submissive resignation his role amidst us.

Obviously, the youngster was in dire need of attention. But these sorts of concerns were not really a priority for five bored teenagers trying to get high every evening.

One particular night, something happened that ignited the burgeoning lust I had for the boy. One of the guys grabbed Eddie by the waist and simulated cornholing his pretty fanny, banging his hips against the round mounds of his tail end. "Look! I'm boning Eddie in the butt!" he called to everyone, eliciting a roar of laughter.

"Uh, Fuck me! FUCK MY ASS!" the child exclaimed, taking it in stride with a wicked smile.

The short parody affected me greatly. For I had heard the things teenagers boast when they are completely wasted. The girls they have fucked and the goodies they have stolen. And sometimes the affirmation they include to amuse the audience, about the sole boy they had buttfucked, Eddie, the little squirt.

The sheer possibility that Eddie had agreed to anal sex for real made my mind spin. I began scrutinizing the elfin outsider, wondering if all the unmentionable tales were all lies. Stupid adolescent jokes. So many girls I had nailed in the past, but I knew it wouldn't compare to the vile satisfaction of buggering the kid. What more can a horny teen want than a tight elastic asshole around his shaft, like he had seen in the pornos?

The fact that the object of my obsession was a boy didn't matter at that point. Especially since I had had sex with one and not suffered any hang-ups about it. It happened at a friend's house. The black teen's kid brother was just coming out of his bath dripping wet when he announced out of the blue: "Watch this, Damon's gonna suck you off!"

Much to my surprise, I observed the seven-year-old imp kneel at my feet and scramble to unzip my jeans. His tiny hands pulled on my waistband and my lengthening prick jumped in his cute face. Before I realized fully what was going on, the kid's purple lips were sliding on my white pole.

"That's it Damon! Suck that cock!" his brother Terrell instructed. "The kid's good uh?!" he added, glancing at my bewildered mug.

"Y-yeah" I stuttered, concentrated on the delicious moist slurping on my prickhead.

Terrell coached his younger sibling to swallow more of me and massage my penis with his throat muscles. I groaned loudly, lost in the turbulent ocean of my pleasure. The tyke's stubby fingers compressed my engorged tube and his mouth bobbed on it faster and faster. I studied his small naked body, the flawless smoothness of his glistening black skin. His tiny genitals hanging between two short legs. But mostly, that adorable face munching on my gigantic cock.

As he licked the underside of my glans with his pointy tongue, I felt the stirs of an impending climax churning in my balls. The first rope of thick sperm landed from his nose to his forehead. The others splashed on his cheeks. Finally, the last feeble spurts dribbled inside his mouth.

"Eat his cum!" Terrell said, bringing all of my pubescent cream to the kid's lips with his long fingers. I watched from the corner of my eyes, the youngster reluctantly consume my load while I shyly zipped up my pants. The whole thing had been eerie and I felt slightly ashamed of the enjoyment derived from the blowjob of that little boy.

Later, Terrell chuckled and confided his bum was even better than his mouth. And that he often climbed on Damon late at night to bury his black rod inside him, stifling the laddie's complaints in the pillow.

The afternoon's events left me dazed for weeks. I couldn't wash away the fabricated images of Terrell mounting his kid bro and screwing his scrawny butt. Now, that I was almost certain that Eddie didn't use his behind only for sitting, the fury of my obsessive lust was at its peak.

Sex wasn't something I was comfortable about. It was intimate and somewhat dirty. Assuredly, I wasn't gonna confront Eddie and demand his ass, nor was I gonna ask my buddies how they had managed to unpants him. I tried to forget about it and move on.

Then one evening, Eddie got drunk on beer with us. He removed his shoes, socks, t-shirt and cavorted around the gang wearing his blue sweat pants. The bare-chested kid aroused me fiercely. He threw obscene gestures at the crowd, limping left and right, stumbling on invisible rocks. All in all, making a fool of himself. We were used to seeing him under the influence but that night, he had gone overboard.

Has the gang departed in the wee hours, I found myself alone with the singing boozer. The bottle in his hand looked so large for his diminutive stature. I squired him back to his apartment, stealing the key from around his neck where it was attached to a cord.

Inside the place, Eddie fell on the couch. Of course, we would be blamed big time when his mom discovered him like that. I surveyed the drunken child, feeling some guilt creeping up my spine.

"I want another beer! There's some in the fridge!" Eddie blurted out.

"No way man, you're already fully loaded 3;Just go to bed quick before your mommy gets home 3;" I replied with a paternal tone, petting his shaven head.

The young boy scowled at my sentence. He slipped a finger furtively into the back of his sweats and waved it under my nose to make me back off, which I did. The playful rascal besieged me until I shoved him away violently. Eddie laughed wholeheartedly and I could sense a different aura to our encounter.

Because there is a point after two boys have spent hours together, where all social barriers disappear, where they let their guards down. Something characteristic of male relationships. An odd level of confidence, where nothing could possibly shock the other for they are one of the same breed, the same nature. Part of the kingdom of boys. We had reached that threshold, Eddie and me.

"I want another beer! I'll blow you if you give me one." he grinned slyly.

I stood paralysed. Eddie crawled to me with his big green eyes floating in alcohol. The waistband of his sweats was sagging down his hips, showing the blank slope of his pubes and the cleft of his pale rear end. Unable to take a decision, I let it happen. His hands lowered my jeans and before long I watched his mouth roam on my engorged penis.

He swallowed my big nuts and rolled them in his cavity. Globs of pre-cum leaked on his cute nose. His wet tongue lapped up the length of my pole and danced around the crown. My moans echoed in the living room as his lips engulfed much of my shaft. It was all true, Eddie was really a little cocksucking slut. I relished every minute of the wet blowjob, enthralled by the amazing feel of his lips on my dick.

He suckled one last time the tip of my cock and leaned back with a dreamy look on his mug. "I bet you wanna stick me in the butt!" he exclaimed, "I done it before!"

"Look Brandon!" he giggled, his cotton pants around his ankle, displaying the brown hole in the valley of his parted buttocks.

"Don't show me again, or I'll fuck you for real Eddie!" I barked angrily at the teasing child.

But the boy continued his lewd show, slipping his middle finger into his crack. I wiped my forehead, feeling a little woozy myself from the ale. Swiftly, I scurried to the bathroom knowing I would find something to lube my prick. I was overcome with lust, and this kid was asking for it. Upon returning to the giddy rascal, he was on all fours, on the sofa, flaunting his white cheeks and fingering his hole, apparently tickled pink by his nasty behaviour.

I cupped his little nuts between his legs and squeezed them hard. Eddie's genitals were so smooth and juvenile compared to my hairy package. For a second, I examined the target nestled in his round buttocks. It was pink with brown outer edges. My glistening prickhead seemed large like an apple as I rubbed it on it. The generous coat of Vaseline I had put on smeared his valley.

Eddie's body tensed up suddenly. "Put it in my hiney!" he said with an intoxicated voice. I gripped my nine inch [23 cm] snake and guided it with my fist into his anus. The tight ring resisted me but was no match to my ever hardening pole. More and more, I slipped into him. The penetration was a sobering moment for Eddie. He whimpered in pain, so much that I thought he would cry.

A dizzying flash of reality hit me. My dick was really up this kid's ass! I could feel the heat of his insides. With no restraint, I began sodomizing him. My slippery cock moved so deliciously in and out, going deeper and deeper. Eddie's plaintive wails reverberated on my eardrums. "Ughhh Uhhh Uhhhh Uhhhhhhh!". A repetitive litany in tune with the rhythm of my increasing plowing.

I must admit it was exhilarating to see that precocious bugger impaled on my big log, his sexy tail split open. I parted his buns wide to see my fuckstick lodged into his hole. Awkwardly, I raised my hips, pushing on his back to get the proper angle to slam my rigid organ in that buttcrack.

"Ohhh shit Ohhh shit man! Your ass is sooo goood Eddie! I could fuck you all day!" I cried out, pounding away with more fervour. The vibrant little body was at my mercy now. I had smothered it to compliment my rutting.

A wave of passionate hunger travelled in my frame. I rammed my cock like a maniac, balldeep into the screaming boy. His face scrunched up, drool leaked from his mouth. "Oh yeah! Oh yeah! Take all my cock in your ass. That's it! Yeah! Ohhh Ohhhh!" I exulted, bucking my hips.

My precious partner yelled his lungs out at that point. The sound of my aggressive thrusts was akin to a severe spanking. I feared the other tenants would hear our forbidden act. With the palm of my hand on his trap, I banged his butt furiously. His nuts and dick dangled left and right under the attacks of my heavy balls swinging back and forth.

"Arggh! Angghn! Come inside me!! Please Brandon!! Pleeeeze cuuuumm!" Eddie complained through my fingers.

It had only been five minutes, yet I was already nearing the point of no return. Electric jolts shot all over my prick. The greasy little hole was doing a fantastic stimulation. I stabbed the kid's guts a few more times and let myself melt into his body, as if my essence was escaping me through my peehole. The intense heat of Eddie's sore asshole seared my shaft. I shot a huge load, filling him up with my teenage jizz to the rim. It was a glorious instant of bliss.

While I pulled out, the craziness of my actions rattled my brains. My turgid hose had stretched the boy grotesquely. His pucker was yawning. Eddie cooed and wiped the tears of pain off his reddened face. He stood proudly, acting as if the brutal drilling of his fanny had been like a walk in the park.

The next morning, a mix of emotions swirled in the pit of my stomach. I had conquered. I had fucked the little boyslut in the ass and experienced all the thrills of the sexual feat. But on the other hand, a thick veil of shame enveloping my soul served to remind me I had perhaps hurt the naive brat.

Visions of the kid's contorted mug, as I selfishly drove my massive harness into him, invaded my conscience. 'Oh fuck, he's just a stupid kid that got cornholed 3;' I repeated to myself, in a futile attempt to deny any sentiment of guilt.

Quite unexpectedly, Eddie was back with the gang, goofing around. I avoided his stare. The boy pranced around like nothing had ever happened. He was the same bouncy, untamed devil. Not even a hint of spite in his attitude. I watched him do his silly skits. My eyes had seen him naked plenty and retraced the picture of his flaccid uncircumcised pricklet, hanging from his bald groin. It was exciting and troubling at the same time to think I had buggered the boy hours before. I would have done it again, right there, just to feel the dirty good sensations of jamming my big woody into that little anus.

Eddie invited me to spend the weekend with his stepfather at the cabin. He insisted, begging for my presence. Why did he want me to go fishing at some dumb lake? I didn't know. I was flabbergasted. He should have abhorred me, stayed away from me!? I couldn't figure the kid out. The remaining shreds of my guilt prompted me to accept the strange invitation, as if I owe it to the lad to make him happy.

The consequence of my illogical decision was two hours in a car with a kid and his step dad. The man's grumpy disposition confirmed I should have not been there. I was fifteen, feigning to be a pal to a ten-year-old.

"Why did you bring him Eddie?" the adult grumbled.

"I can bring anyone I want!" Eddie protested at the evident reprimand. "Brandon's cool 3;"

The driver grunted and silence fell over the vehicle again. I assessed him in the rear-view mirror. His stern traits, cold eyes and neatly trimmed brown beard. The man was short but muscular. I estimated his age at forty-five.

The car raced on the deserted highway, engulfed in the growing obscurity. I could think of a million places I would have rather been on a Friday evening. Instead, I was trapped in a box, heading for a pathetic outing with Eddie the lil' whiffet and his unrelated father figure. This was going to be a bad episode of 'Leave it to Beaver'.

Deep in a dense forest, the black Mercedes stopped in front of the cabin, more a mansion! The place was huge, soaring through the trees two storeys high, washed by the tranquil moonlight.

Barking dogs escorted us to the entrance. Inside the rustic hideaway, two men were sipping brandy in the open living room area while three rugrats played with Tonka trucks near the fireplace. I threw a quizzical look at Eddie. "Friends of my daddy come here also 3;" the lad explained.

The two other distinguished individuals were older. One was obviously of Latin origin from his coffee-colored skin and the other was the eldest, with gray hair slicked back, accentuating the austerity of his leathery face.

"Who's this tall young man Dennis?" the older fellow asked.

"My kid wanted to bring a friend 3;" Eddie's stepfather answered flatly.

"This is highly unusual."

I scanned the group, unnerved by their serious eyes. Caught between childhood and adulthood, I didn't know on what leg to stand on.

"Well it's late, go to bed Eddie, kids and you too Brandon. I need to talk to Martin and Enrico." Eddie's stepfather commanded.

All the children scampered to the room upstairs. I followed the gang obediently, climbing the staircase, surrounded by sleepy pre-pubescents.

At the northern corner, Eddie entered his bedroom, leading me by the hand. The undecorated space smelled like pine. He stripped to his undies rapidly and slipped under the covers of the double bed. I closed the door and shucked my clothes lazily.

"Your dad and his friends are freaks!"

"They're nice, you'll see. They buy me cool gifts! There's a Gameboy in there if you wanna play 3;if you're not sleepy or anything 3;"

I retrieved the portable game from a drawer. Along with it were piles of colouring books, miniature cars and nude pictures of boys? "You like to pose for bare-assed photos?" I glanced at the blondie, presenting his rendition.

"Sometimes, we go skinny dipping." Eddie shrugged his shoulders.

The picture was somewhat bizarre. Eddie was stark naked, sitting in the lap of his step dad Dennis, whose right hand lay on his inner thigh, next to his shrivelled weenie. The left hand was pinching one of his titties. And the boy's radiant smile illuminated the whole scene.

I closed the drawer and climbed into bed, dozing off quickly. At no time did I manage to obtain a decent slumber, feeling disoriented and alienated among the unusual families. Around midnight, plaintive sounds drew me to the corridor.

I trotted in front of the closed doors to the origin of the noise. It grew louder and louder as I approached. Guttural whining filled my ears and blood rushed to my dick. "Ugghhn Ughhhnn Ughhn Ughn UgHNNN UGHNNNN"

A few feet from the source of the fuck sounds, I stopped breathing to listen to them. The bed springs' metallic creaking accompanied the blend of low groans and high-pitched wails. "Ughh! Daddy! Ughh! Ughh!"

Unbeknownst to me, while I was stroking idly my erection through my jockeys, Eddie had crept up behind me and he startled me with his sentence; "Mr. Douglas is fucking Jake!"

I glanced nervously at the young boy. His eyes were panicky and shifty. He kneeled at my feet and tugged on my underpants. "Don't do that!" I whispered. But the kid seemed on a mission. Perhaps, convinced it was the only way to buy my silence, to ensure I wouldn't make a fuss about the queer things happening.

His ruby lips opened wide and swallowed my steely meat in one bite. "Oh shit! Not here Eddie! Someone might see." I objected, pushing his shoulders away. He wrapped his arms around my legs and pursued his oral ministrations, clamping his mouth on my phallus.

"Ohhhh" I moaned, losing my mind in the symphony of Jake's increasing lamentations. The kid was really getting nailed now. His crystal voice was pleading. "Oh daddy! Daddy! Ughhhhn ARRGH! ARRRRGHHHNNN!"

Meanwhile, Eddie was siphoning my penis faster. I couldn't get enough of seeing the dimples in his cheeks as he sucked hungrily. My entire rod was covered with his saliva. He was the ultimate professional, stuffing his throat with my bloated flesh.

Just as my sauce erupted in gooey jets into his mouth, I saw the eyes of his stepfather, staring at me in the darkness. The door to his bedroom was ajar. He remained there, contemplating my orgasm. My heart skipped a beat and pounded in my chest. Eddie was gulping down my semen. For a full minute, I shot my spunk on his tongue and he ate it all with a viscous grin. When it was over, I braced myself for the punishment from the man. I glanced again in the direction of the shiny cold eyes. But his bedroom door was shut.

I awoke Saturday morning with the chirping of birds outside the window. Eddie's naked form was coiled around my body. His morning boner looked so cute; a stiff little morsel with its skin peeled to reveal a tender pink mushroom. I tickled his penis with the tip of my index. The boy reacted groggily, tossing and turning. As I fondled him, he came out of his sleep, shuffling his eyelids. The fact that he still had my sperm swimming in his stomach added to the titillation.

Fully resurfacing to consciousness, he discarded my hand. "Not like that dummy!" he grumbled, taking things in his own hands. I lounged on the mattress, observing him masturbate with his tongue sticking out crookedly. He beat his young dick with frenzied jerks of his wrist and his belly rippled with the mounting pleasure.

All of a sudden, he jumped out of bed and rummaged through the chest of drawers, fishing out a kiddy dildo. The three-inch [7½ cm] tube of white plastic was shaped exactly like the little boner he had pointing up from his crotch.

He sucked on it and squatted slightly to shove it up his bum, like he would a suppository. Then he sat on it, driving it inside him. I could see the sex toy protrude from his boyhole while he continued beating his meat. He jacked off peacefully, focused on the pleasure, moaning softly, shutting his eyes.

I aimed my cock at him and fisted it. Within a few seconds, I was coming, plastering his chest with teenage juice. The thick discharge oozed down to his bellybutton. He climaxed shortly after. I didn't think it would be that ardent. But it was. His buttocks tightened up and a tremor rushed through his slender legs. He eyed me, long and hard, grinding his teeth. A single yelp escaped his mouth. It resonated exquisitely, sending shivers up my spine.

Chapter 2

He had healthy red hair, coming down straight around his head like an upside down bowl, an adorable upturned nose dusted with freckles and lush orange lips. Much like him, his six-year-old brother, Jeremy, sported the typical attributes of red heads; the snowy white skin and abundant freckles.

We waited for the meal to arrive. I can remember Enrico making us a great Spanish omelette that day. It was then that I got acquainted with the ruthlessness of Martin Douglas.

Lil' Jeremy dropped his plate on the floor and demanded another one. His father ordered him to pick it up and eat it, but the youngster sulked instead for long minutes, while the breakfast got cold on the tiles.

"Whether you want it or not, you will it EAT it kiddo! Enrico is NOT gonna make another omelette." his father laid down the rules.

"But it's cold now, I want a new one!" the toddler whined.

We all sat silent as the gray-haired man opened his bathrobe and grasped a handful of the small boy's silky hair. He pulled the kid's face on his hairy groin and vociferated to wake the dead. "You're gonna eat my cum then! Go on, suck it!" he barked, forcing his penis in the little boy's mouth.

I couldn't believe my eyes. The big gorilla was brutalizing his frail son, feeding him his bulky manhood in front of everyone! Jeremy's cheeks bulged and he choked on the large organ in his efforts to accommodate it.

"That's it!" the man cheered. "Suck it good! You're a naughty boy Jeremy! I'll show you what happens to fussy lil' boys."

The strong tormentor began to fuck the face of his youngest kid roughly, jamming half of his massive pole into his oral cavity, oblivious to his gagging. For long minutes, the big guy groaned as his son sucked him, until he guided his erection over the omelette and ejaculated. The eggs were covered with globs of his wad. "EAT IT NOW!" he commanded, pushing on the nape of his son's neck.

My face was livid after what I had witnessed. The tyke crawled on all fours to his food and swallowed it like a dog. The other boys gloated around the table, ecstatic over the humiliation of their comrade. I remained petrified.

Later during the morning, Jeremy refused to go on a boat ride. Again, his father dragged him across the room by his hair and tore his briefs off his small body. He pushed the naked laddie on the carpet towards one of chocolate Labradors, inching his chin next to the animal's maleness. "Put him in yer mouth!" he growled.

The six-year-old cooperated and started blowing the veiny appendage. Mr. Douglas encouraged him by patting his plump rump. He inspected closely the red-head's deed and inserted a finger into his bumhole. Jeremy squealed but continued his job, sucking the dog while he got finger-fucked.

Anger bubbled in my heart. I was revolted. The bastard had a smirk on his lips that I wanted to whack away with a lead pipe. He was shoving his entire middle finger into the tot's bottom, constraining his face on that disgusting animal prick.

"That's enough! He's just a baby!" I yelled.

Immediately, the two other acolyte's sinister gaze fell upon me. Eddie's step dad pounced on my back, hurling me to the ground. His powerful grip was painful. "Lemme go MOTHERFUCKER!" I snarled, as he twisted my arm and pinned me down. His beard scraped my neck, his slimy tongue danced in my ear.

"What's wrong Brandon? Don't like what you see?" he murmured. "Lighten up! Jeremy has sucked those studs a hundred times 3; he's been raised on dog sperm!"

"STOP HURTING ME! ARGH!"

"I bet you're not that saintly when Eddie is sucking you uh? Did you fuck him too 3;?"

"NOOO!"

"He tells me otherwise sweetie. Did you like it? Did you enjoy FUCKING MY SON UP THE ASS?"

"JUST GET OFF ME!"

"There's only one law here honey 3; Either you FUCK or you get FUCKED 3; got it? And from what I've seen I'd rather that big COCK of yours be put to good use 3;"

With that, he released me. I jumped to my feet and dashed out the house, slamming the door behind, silencing the coarse laughter of the men. The tears I had been withholding flowed on my cheeks. I ran in the forest until I was exhausted and crumbled to the mossy floor, my back against the trunk of an elm.

What a bunch of assholes! I cussed. Turmoil was eroding my sanity. I thought of snuffing them one by one in their sleep.

After a while, I had regained my composure. Little Jeremy came trudging through the woods, carrying a brown bag. I smiled at the bubbly tyke. "Don't be sad." he peeped, hugging me with sincere tenderness.

"What's in the bag? Did you bring me some cookies?" I asked merrily. But as I uncovered the content, my blood turned to ice. In my hand lay a shiny black gun, loaded with bullets.

"My dad says he's been bad." Jeremy muttered. "He says you can shoot him."

I took a stroll in the vicinity for hours, calming my nerves and cleansing my mind. Hopefully, this weekend would be over soon. The key to my salvation was enduring those obnoxious thugs. After supper, I gathered the courage to go back. The children were playing videogames in the den and there was no sign of the adults. I raided the fridge, chewing down leftovers.

"Oh you're here!" the voice of Dennis rung behind me. "Come with me, the show is just about to begin."

I followed him to one of the bedrooms with the docility of a pet. What now? "What's going on?" I inquired.

"Shuddup." Mr. Douglas snapped back from the comfort of his chair.

In the middle of the room, Enrico was roughhousing with his son on the bed. I shied away cowardly in the corner and observed the group. Around the bed, the two other men were sprawled in their seats, unzipping their pants.

The Spanish man tickled his boy and youthful giggles rose from his throat. The next minute, the big hands of Enrico pulled on the kid's socks. Then they removed his striped t-shirt. As more of the boy's luscious brown skin was exposed, I fidgeted uncomfortably, getting aroused. All the time he was undressing the child, Enrico kissed him and caressed his limbs. The small short pants were slid down his legs and his underoos too.

His fingers meandered on the boy's facade. They migrated to his small dink and retracted the delicate foreskin. Miguel eyed the gentle exploration. His worm inflated, becoming a peg of wood. He cackled as his maker embraced him and lifted his body into his arms to cuddle him amorously.

"I need to go tinkle!" he tweeted.

The man rolled his baby into a ball, bending him in two, until his pricklet was hovering over his lips. "Prosiga! Let it go 3;"

I peered intently as the pre-teen doll pissed into his open mouth. Enrico held him steady so the wobbly tube wouldn't miss its goal. The volume of the yellow liquid rose into his oral cavity. When it was about to overflow, seeping from the corners of his mouth, he absorbed it. The process was repeated four times and Miguel licked the last droplets of urine. The freaky scene made my eyes bug out.

Enrico leaned his head between his son's asscheeks. The imp was spread open, his rosebud displayed in a scabrous way. I had almost a clinical view of the puckered orifice. The man ate it ravenously. He darted his tongue at the pinkish circle and sank into it. The Hispanic boy hooted and contracted his anus, imploring for more of the pleasant probing.

"There's nothing sweeter than eating your son's asshole!" Martin declared with a festive tone.

Enrico grinned and continued to twirl his oral instrument around the little hole. He untangled the kid's limbs and sucked his peter for a while. The cute joystick was stiff as a board. Miguel ground his groin onto his father's face, moaning with each delightful suction.

"Suck me now!" the adult proposed, pulling out his slab of brown meat. The heavy sausage bounced on the child's nose. Holding the back of Miguel's head, he rubbed his helmet on the humid lips, slowly introducing it into the moist portal. "Yeah, suck it baby!" he sang.

My dick was straining, tenting my jeans. The two other guys were jacking off, looking at the spectacle. The kid's lips suckled the angry knob, slurping up the strands of pre-cum. He stuck his tiny tongue out and took a few swipes at the spongy glans. The large tip of Enrico's penis was red and slimy. The man stroked his member and it quaked suddenly, gushing a dose of goo up the nostrils of the laddie. He oriented his pulsing member into junior's mouth, spraying his palate.

My fellow onlookers advanced on the couple. "Come on Brandon, come shoot your gun. It's obvious you need to!" Martin called me.

I took my spot in the crowd, with my pants down, fisting my cock. The fact that I had the biggest dong was flattering. Our three soldiers were already on the verge of exploding. I waited calmly for one of the others to spew and I let my juice flow. We flooded the boy's mug with our ballsauce. He gasped for air in the shower of boiling cum. Jet after jet of sperm ricochet on his jaw. In the end, his entire face was coated with the greasy film of our emissions.

That evening, I joined the men in the boudoir. A glass of vintage port in one hand, a Monte Cristo cigar in the other. The warm luxurious room put me in a relaxed disposition. For once, I felt welcomed. A tape of Danish boy scouts fornicating was running on the television set. But I didn't care watch, opting to hear the stories of decadence exchanged.

I listened to the conversation, eager to learn more about the sophisticated gentlemen, if they could be called that. Dennis Muller was an expert lawyer for a big firm. He had hooked up with Eddie's mother strictly for the reward of molesting her son. "She's bleeding me dry." he confessed. "Thank God, I only have to fuck her every other month 3;"

Martin Douglas was still married to his wife. A pristine woman, a flashy lady elegant lady of high society, obsessed with her looks, who spent a fortune for the wizardry of plastic surgeons. He could afford to support his synthetic partner, on the account he was the CEO of Orionix, a booming software company. Four children had been born out of that union. Jake and Jeremy were the youngest, trained for sex since infancy.

Enrico Gomez, whose real name was Luis Torres, had fled Madrid seven years before, kidnapping his baby in the process. His expertise in industrial relations was sought out on American soil. Later, I would find out, he was also a specialist in fundraising and money laundering.

The subject of their sex trips was brought up. Martin recalled how they paid this pimp in the Philippines for three virgin six-year-old boys. They had deflowered them and sodomized them all night.

The more they talked, the more I sank into this universe of money and depravity. They stopped referring to me as 'Darling' or 'Punk' and used my name to address me. I had become one of their own, lured into the circle by the aroma of unrestricted liberties. A lonely teenager with no ambitions, suddenly unleashed on a playground of sex and power.

When they decided to retreat to their rooms, I was horny again. My dick was swollen. My reason wasn't gonna interject because all of the fibres of my body were alive. I stepped into the bedroom with a jar of Vaseline. Eddie was resting naked on his belly. He raised his chin off the pillow and lowered it passively, realizing my intent.

I straddled his thighs and greased his butthole, spreading those splendid firm globes wide to get a good look at his sweet opening. With a thrust forward, I planted my pipe in the depths of his rectum. Eddie squeaked, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on. I gyrated my waist, holding on to his shoulders, adjusting myself for the right groove to copulate.

I fucked his ten-year-old ass for two hours straight. At times, halting momentarily to let the pleasure recede. His little body was crushed under my weight. I pumped him hard and steady, fuelling my passion with his grunts. The kid's dilated anus turned into a greedy mouth, nibbling my shaft. The bed rocked with our torrid coupling. Trickles of sweat rolled on our skin.

Eventually, I coveted released and sped up my thrusts, until I was fucking savagely, growling into his ears. Eddie chanted a symphony of squeals. His stiff body bounced under me slapping loudly against my abdomen. In the fury of lunges, I felt him stir from a childish orgasm. His assring strangled my cock, triggering my orgasm.

I popped out and admired my seed inundating his back. Uncontrollable groans ripped through my oesophagus. My dick was a canon, unloading a volley of white cream up to his shoulder blades. When it was over, I stretched beside him and rubbed my balljuice into him, into the pores of his buttocks and into that tumid boyslit.

Going back to a routine of normalcy proved difficult. I went to school, dreaming of the day I would return to the secluded sanctuary of vices. My new cronies made sure to keep in touch. They invited me to the top restaurants, wearing their Armani three-piece suits. The contrast was dramatic compared to the shabby clothes they wore at the cabin. They were even more intimidating.

Every other week, I reunited with them to drain my balls inside Eddie. Life was peachy. Eddie had been right. They did give the best gifts too. I couldn't have imagined a more exciting style of living.

Then one afternoon, a young man intercepted me at the end of the classes. He blocked my way in the schoolyard and smiled. "Hi, I have a few questions to ask you. Wanna go to McDonald's for a bite?"

"Who the fuck are you?" I countered, looking at the stranger straight in the pupils. He was not an imposing chap. A thin fella with round glasses and bony features. Nonetheless, I sensed something was fishy.

"I'm a journalist."

"Fuck off!" I snarled, sidestepping him. He chased after me, pulling on my elbow. "I just wanna talk about Martin Douglas. He's gonna run for governor and we're thinking of doing a bio 3;"

"Didn't you hear me? I said FUCK OFF!"

"Come on kid! Everybody knows Douglas likes cocktail weenies 3;" the man snickered, catching his breath. "Are you his special friend? Did he grab your ass?"

"I don't know anything! Leave me alone!" I defended myself.

"I promise your name won't be divulged. There's a lot of dough in it for ya!"

Quickening my pace, I eluded the annoying fool. The extent of the information this guy was aware of frightened me. I hurried home, pale as a ghost. The memory of the brief encounter stayed with me for hours. I didn't even know Mr. Douglas had entered the political arena! Another one of their secrets. I chose to forget about it, to hide it in a closet in my mind. I had revealed nothing and felt confident my answers had been believable.

The highlight of my next weekend at the cabin was a show I put on for the adults. They had been pressing me to do it, to see how well I could fuck. I resisted them, until it became evident I wouldn't win. I caved in.

Mr. Douglas volunteered Jake for the public interlude, saying how much he would love seeing me stuff his son's bottom with my huge piece of meat. I selected Miguel because he liked sex and because he was younger, tighter I assumed.

His dad had told him what to do. He waltzed in and pulled down his underoos to his knees in one motion. His little dick sprang out instantly into view. I drank in the beauty of the small uncircumcised penis and tiny jellybean shaped testicles. The seven-year-old giggled as he noticed a look of lust and longing seize my face.

"C'mon closer, I'll suck you off first." I said.

The boy shuffled over, under the watchful eyes of the three adults masturbating. His stiff pickle was swinging in little circles and his balls flopping up and down. My breath on his dick gave him goose bumps. I stared closely at the heart shaped head and tiny piss slit. Just by fondling his wrinkly scrotum and playfully blowing hot air on his dickie, I summoned his arousal. The small wiener responded by engorging with blood.

Miguel giggled again. "You got a nice pee-pee." I commented, before popping it in my mouth. He looked down at me with his big dark eyes as I swished my tongue all around the bulging head of his pricklet. I sucked his kidcock to the root, flicking my tongue at his pendulous walnuts. This kid loved sex and was vocal about it.

"eeeeeeeeeeeeeeahhhhhhhooooooohhooo" he moaned loudly. Then he threw his head back and began to pant loudly like some bitch in heat. I clenched his buns in my hands, kneading them while my forefinger searched for his asshole. By then, he was a quivering mass of ecstatic jelly, only aware only of the pure joy in his groin.

I poked my index finger in and out of the boy's quivering anus. My sucking intensified. I was determined to give him the best cum of his young life. Perhaps to atone for I what I would do to his ass.

Miguel began to rock back and forth, crying out the acme of his boyish tingles. I could feel his pecker twitch between my lips. He stomped his heels on the floor, yelling like a siren from the good cum I had provided.

Then, he bowed his head bashfully, with that twinkle still shining in his eyes. "That was hot uh?" I said. He nodded respectfully.

"Take my dick out now."

The adults smiled wickedly, knowing I would not back off at that moment. Miguel unbuckled my pants and his podgy hand massaged my grown-up dick through a thin veil of white cotton. Our stares met and we both knew what was gonna happen next.

"I got an awfully big one for your culo 3; Go on, take it out and put some Vaseline on it."

The boy's small hand clutched my shaft just below the pulsing head and released it from my underwear. He applied the lubricant obediently. It felt so great to have those teeny fingers manipulate my cock.

"Fuck him now!" Enrico shouted.

With merely no efforts, I bent him over the arm of a couch, pulling under his right knee to have one leg jack-knifed. The child was just the right size. A perfect puppet at the perfect level. "Let's go champ 3;" I mumbled, easing the tip of my cock into his asshole. The curly-haired kid stiffened as my dickhead passed through the objecting sphincter.

"Ohh Ohhhhh OHHHH!" he fussed.

I gently pushed my throbber further into the kid's sexy ass. It took a while, but soon the boy was squirming on my shaft, like some hamster impaled on a skewer. I saw the sweat erupt on his back as my cock reached deeply into his bowels. All at once, the clasping anus seemed to surrender. I felt all resistance end. Miguel groaned loudly.

"awwwooowww UGHH Aoooww UGGHH" he bawled.

The sounds simply drove me wild. I started pumping the kid's ass. "Yeah! Fuck him!" the men hailed. Incredibly, the runt's ass swallowed my large phallus completely. I fucked him faster and harder. The boy grunted and hissed, his mind lost in regions where pain and delight flow together in tearful bliss. What a great slut for a seven-year-old.

I started sodomizing the kid with abandon until my whole body felt like a furious volcano erupting with passion. Ever deeper my prick invaded the boy until I thought it would come out of his mouth. Streaks of liquefied shit ran down his legs in rivulets. I was told to grab my balls and hold them high so they could see my fat cock stretching Miguel's tiny rectal opening.

Finally, in five wild, desperate strokes, I sprayed his guts with white-hot syrup. As my cock fell out of the boy, there was a loud pop and rivers of jizum flowed from the fiery-red hole.

Chapter 3

There he was again, that puny guy with round glasses, drenched in water, waving his arms in the air. "Fuckin' tourist." Dennis balbutiated.

"I know this guy." I admitted.

"You know this guy? Who's this guy?"

"A journalist. He was asking me about Martin. Election stuff, whatever."

As if the whole thing was happening in slow motion, I saw Dennis snatch a pistol from the glove compartment. He unlocked the door and fired the weapon right away. The thin stranger's head tilted backward from the impact of the bullet. His body keeled over like a sac of potatoes.

"Oh shit! OH SHIT!" I bellowed, looking away. Ten seconds, that was all it took. "Is he dead? Is he dead?"

"It's an accident Brandon 3; the gun went off. Shit happens." Dennis retorted wryly.

"You SHOT HIM!"

"Don't be a pussy. Help me grab his ankles, we gotta get rid of it."

"They'll find him 3; we're screwed!" I cried out.

"Don't WORRY. People fall off the edge of the world all the time 3;"

As I dug in the mud, my breath making a cloud of smoke in the cold air, thoughts twirled in my brains. Maybe it wasn't too late to get away from this madness? Yes it was. I had fucked those kids.

Once more, I shook my head, trying to forget about it. It seemed it was all I had been doing lately, suppressing my sins.

It was a very special weekend. Mr. Douglas offered to compensate for the heap of troubles he had caused. And he did, in his own fiendish way. After celebrating Miguel's eighth birthday, we spanked him. Eight swats for every year of his existence. I discovered I relished the twisted gratification of smacking those beautiful ripe melons. The feel of the quivering flesh under my hand turned me on big time. The youngster's bottom was red and smarting when we were done. He jigged on the carpet, rubbing the fire out.

The aspiring politician disappeared and returned to announce his boys were ready, which meant they had been thoroughly flushed and bathed to smell like lavender. The second part of the day's entertainment had begun. I tagged along with the adults to the basement. The unfinished level was humid and musty. Old mattresses were scattered on the cement floor.

The two Douglas lads were tied to a support beam, their wrists encased in silver handcuffs that were nailed in the wood. Blindfolds had been placed on their eyes and the only pieces of garment hiding their nudity were miniature g-strings. A succulent sight. The little redheads looked so vulnerable and appetizing.

We circled them like wolves, nudging their ribs, groping them, pinching their teeny nipples to make them squeal and sex them up. Their little peckers expanded, rebelling against the fabric. We ripped the bikinis to feast on their privates and lick their freshly cleaned boyholes.

I gobbled up all of Jake's genitals and swirled them. Behind him, Enrico was tonguing his anus. The same treatment was imposed to Jeremy. The little boys hung from their restraints in mid-air while we abused them orally. Their moans were divine, a cross between terror and utter bliss.

We soared under them, biting the tender flesh as they trashed frantically. I sucked Jake's toes and glided my tongue up his leg all the way to his cute erection, which I devoured gleefully.

The men stripped and I imitated them. I was told to lay on a mattress and wait for my present. Both blindfolded boys were brought to me. The hairy apes coaxed the lads to suck me, pushing their heads on my crotch. I fixed my gaze on the freckled imps flicking their pink tongues at my nine-inch [23 cm] pole. Jeremy came down on Jake and me chewed on my balls. This was heaven.

"Oh yeah! Eat my cock!" I sang, enthralled by the double assault.

They slobbered over my tool with their little mouths. The years of lessons had created the most apt fellators. My dickhead flared between Jeremy's lips. "Stop! I'm gonna cum!" I exclaimed.

The other guys barged in for a piece of the action, nourishing the mouths of the naked siblings with their bloated penises. The kids hopped from one phallus to the next, blindly opening their mouths to accept them.

Dennis and Enrico nabbed Jake away from me. Mr. Douglas guided his youngest son on the mattress and sat on his nose. I watched the gray-haired man hiss while the six-year-old snaked his tongue into his hairy asshole. He grabbed the kid's ankles and offered me access to him. "Let's go Brandon! Get to it!"

The toddler looked so small laying under the man's flabby buttocks. I coated my long prick with anal lube and aligned it in front of the kid's anus. A yelp from Jake caught my attention. I glanced in the direction of the other trio. Enrico was penetrating the little boy as Dennis invaded his throat. They attached themselves to his fragile structure and began fucking him at both ends, slamming their big fucksticks inside him. "Take our COCKS little BASTARD!" Dennis raved.

I plunged my dick into Jeremy, examining the folds of his assring around my glans. The muscle clenched it like I had never felt before. "Stick it in him!" Martin said, holding the small asscheeks open for me. The tot breathed erratically while I plunged in his rectum. All his ten tiny toes were separated. "FUCK HIM! FUCK HIM!" Martin rooted.

I buried myself as far as I could and began plowing in the tightest little butt in the world. The aging man pumped his ole dick, focused on my ramming rod. I shook my head left and right, going nuts from the intense heat of the child's insides. Jeremy wriggled under me, his face contorted by the energy of the coitus.

Beside me, the other trio had changed places. Jake was impaled on Dennis' prong, galloping on it. He was blowing Enrico's brown prick, his nostrils furrowing into the man's bushy pubes.

I balanced my pelvis faster, hammering my cock in Jeremy's guts. The orgy was driving me mad. All these moans, the whining, the smell of sex. Dennis had twisted the nine-year-old like a pretzel. The kid's feet were wrapped in the back of his neck, his hands were clawing at the two men exploiting both his holes. The pile of flesh was shaking with the tides of their hunger.

I hollered, spilling my jizz in the recess of the toddler's intestines. The other guys accompanied me. They groaned loudly, convulsing, ejaculating torrents of sperm on the febrile child. I caught a glimpse of Dennis' manhood, shuddering, shooting hot juice in Jake's gaping red anus. Enrico's semen overflowed from his little mouth.

We ejected from their bodies and became onlookers to Martin's performance. The big guy made his older son mount the six-year-old, guiding his little boner in the distended asspussy. The underage brothers fucked doggie style for a while and the massive adult climbed behind them, burying his slickened rod in the backdoor of Jake. The two generations were merged together.

Jeremy grunted, supporting the weight of the two males. Martin jabbed his long prick hard into his boy, hurling him forward. The latter was squashed against his kid brother's buns, his dick embedded deep into the narrow tunnel. "Oh! Daddy! Ughhh Ughhh! It feeeeels sooo goooood! Ughhh ughh!"

"You like that uh little bastard? That's it baby! Take daddy's big fat cock in your tushy! Oh fuck yeah!"

"Yessss! Ugghhh Ughhh daddy! Fuck me!" the little boy panted, his chest heaving.

The old man perched himself over his sons, ramming and ramming that greasy fuckpole into the kid's backside. The squishy sound of his sliding cock into Jake's sperm-filled rectum reached my ears. I examined the middle boy closely. He came first, sandwiched between his father and his brother, sobbing from the intense lighting bolt of his dry climax.

Mr. Douglas pulled out his cummy hose from the lad and slipped into the last-born, fucking him from the get go. The kid's eyes went blank. His father was squeezing his testicles and wanking his stubby erection at the same time he was sodomizing him. "Oh baby! Cum for daddy! Yeah! You can scream if you want! Cum with daddy's cock in your bottom!"

"Annngh Annnnghnn daddy! My bumhole is burning! Anngh daddy! Annnnggggghhhhhhhh!"

The small boy shivered. His father had been waiting for his kiddy orgasm. He pistonned in the little butt a couple more times and shot his gigantic load on the perky buns.

As I've said, all this happened four years ago. Lotsa water has passed under the bridge since then. Martin Douglas was elected governor of the state, using Enrico to rake in the essential Latino vote. The elderly man gave a flamboyant victory speech, charming America. It is kinda ironic that he achieved such results on the initiative of toughening up laws against repeat sex offenders. Don't you think?

I am now a close associate, earning fifty grand at nineteen-years-old. There's an expensive sports car parked in front of my brand new house. Everything is so easy. I have graduated from the university of life.

Don't get me wrong. Even after all this time, those creeps still make my skin crawl. But I will be forever imprisoned in their gold cage. Caught in their web of ignominy. For they made it clear, it wasn't a job you could leave at the drop of a hat. Those who did, fell off the edge of the world.

I wonder where I would be, if I hadn't fucked Eddie that fateful night?

The End