Debonair

Rent-boys and Hustlers

Four Short Stories

#1
Modern Love

The rain resonated rhythmically on the hood of the car as he drove slowly in the seedy neighborhood. The repeative metallic clicks of every drop of water hypnotized him, almost making him doze off behind the wheel of his huge early '80s american beauty. The gray car he had brought with him from over the atlantic was perfect for his nightly escapades and he treasured every second he was in it.

He had long been over the guilt of cruising for boys. It was so easy here. Something everyone accepted and tolerated 3; almost. As his sedan rolled on the dark wet streets, his balls gradually cooled off. Surely wasn't gonna be able to find any kid tonight with the rain and cold winds.

But from the corner of his eyes, he spotted a young figure hiding in the shadow of a closed bakery. He pressed on the brakes and examined the small kid. From a distance, the urchin looked like a girl. He watched more closely and realized the immature whore was a little boy, dressed like a girl. 'Idiot! What those kids will believe is better to sell their asses 3;geez' he thought.

The side window creaked as he lowered it. The boy approached casually, in no hurry to show he was eager for cash.

"Are you looking for company??" the man asked calmly, surveying the small child from head to toe. He figured him at ten-years-olds, which he later confirmed with him. His blond hair was short and spiked on his scalp. On his skinny frame, a thight black skirt that dropped to his knees covered a pair of skin tight black lycra spandex. A t-shirt and dark windbreaker completed his apparel.

The bright pink nail polish and lipstick he wore annoyed him trumendously. It spoiled his natural boy beauty. Still, there was something highly erotic about him.

"How much money do you have?" the pre-teen peeped with his soprano voice.

"Don't worry about that."

The lad nodded his approval and jumped in the seat next to the tall man. It was his turn to survey his partner for the night. The man looked surpringsly handsome compared to the other fat freaks he had been with. His neatly combed dark hair and rugged facial features were a welcome sight. The adult's lack of nervousness in the situation relaxed him.

For a while, the odd couple didn't exchange a word. The man lost in his toughts, focused on the asphalt racing under his wheels. The ever present questions of decency popped in his head. How wrong was it? Was he really helping the kids like he believed? Yeah, everybody wants to save them, but in the end they don't do a thing. After all, if it wasn't for guys like him giving them money for sexual acts they are only supposed to learn later, they would probably starve on the streets 3;

From time to time, he glanced at the blond boy next to him. He reminded him of the first kid he had picked up a month ago. A blond imp like him. The joyful moments of those first days in the new country rushed to his brain and he smiled to himself. Already four weeks here in the small tourist town of this piss poor old country. But it was his paradise. He was a king here. A rich man with a big house and a big car. Something the local folks could never afford even if they worked a hundred lives. And now that he had mastered the essential words of their tongue, life was a ball. Yet he wasn't elated. He couldn't catch a spark. The depressing weather and constant reminders of poverty around him was to blame he guessed.

"What's your name boy?" he asked, breaking the silence.

"Alex"

"My name is Sam. Where do you live?"

"Oh, me and a bunch of guys we shack up in an abandonned house on the edge of town." the youngster answered energically. "Most of them beg or steal, but I like doing this better. 3;"

The radiant smile of the kid warmed the man's soul. Even though life had dealt him a bad hand, he was still a boy. Cheery and giggly.

"I took a bath tonight!" the boy continued.

"Good for you!" Sam exclaimed. His eyes scanned the deserted streets. The contrast of the glitzly hotels, for the tourists who came here for the landmarks and museums, against the rows of decaying houses turned his stomach.

He parked the car in front of his huge mansion and cuddled the ten- year-old under his umbrella until they reached the entrance. THe boy cooed as they strolled inside the huge hallway.

"Wow! You sure live in a big house!"

"Yep 3; are you hungry?" the man demanded tickling his taunt tummy.

"I haven't eaten in two days 3;" Alex answered, bowing his head embarassed.

In the kitchen the man prepared a feast, watching the small child chow down leftover meat and bread with a glass of milk. When he handed the plate of chocolate cake to the lad, he thought his eyes would burst as they bulged grotesquely over a wide smile of shiny white teeth.

"That was great mister!" Alex cheered. "You can fuck me twice if you want after this!!"

"It was my pleasure Alex." the man replied kissing the boy smack dab on the lips and tasting his white milk mustache. "Wipe that lipstick off." he ordered gently.

"Men like that usually!" the kid protested as he removed the color off his lips with a tablecloth.

The man grabbed the small hand of his young friend and guided him to the living room. He sat comfortably in a white leather chair, leaving the young boy alone in the middle of the large area.

"Well, since you think you're a girl 3; and girls like to dance 3; you will dance for me!" the man smiled. In a snap he dropped a tape of old disco music in the stereo. The heavy beat of the song blasted though the speakers.

The little boy smiled wickedly at the playfulness of his tall client. He turned around and bent over to remove his worn down sneakers, his tiny ass in full view, emprisoned by the constricting fabric of his spandex. Another set of ten flashy coloured toenails appeared on his bare feet, shining in the bushy hairs of the luxurious ivory carpet.

Swaying his hips obscenely and giggling, he threw his windbreaker away and raised his t-shirt up his undevelopped torso. The man's eyes gleamed at the first flash of his erect boytits. Exposing his pale chest, the boywhore flexed his non-existant muscles in front of his audience. Sam clapped his hands and cheered 'Bravo' supporting the sexy game.

With sensous moves, Alex let his girly mini skirt slide down his slender legs. The growing bulge in his lycra spandex showing how much he was enjoying the little skit he had conjured up for the nice man.

"Take it all off!" Sam whistled, engrossed like the boy by the thunderous rhythm of the music.

Laughing and giggling, almost losing his mind, the small lad pursued his strip-tease. With a quick tug, he lowered the tight remaining garment to the ¾ of his ass, revealing just the beginning of the downy crack of his ass and firm silky globes. Then he repeated the procedure in front, pulling down the black lycra, exposing only his bald pubes. For a while, he swayed awkwardly, watching the growing erection in the man's trousers. Centimeter by centimeter, he eased down the tight shorts, making Sam crazy with lust as more of his pre-pubescent package appeared, until finally he stood buck naked, and the man had lost interest in the mischievenous of his big brown eyes.

Sam stopped the music and opened his arms to let the child climb in his lap. The boy purred softly as his big warm hands carressed his thighs and chest. Sam watched intently the little piece of boyflesh grow hard between the toothpick legs of the kid with every tender touch on his body. As his fingers fondled the smooth testicles and young penis, Alex cooed loudly. "Ohh yeahhh ohh touch it."

With two fingers, Sam fiddled the child's three incher [7½ cm], now hard as a nail. He uncovered the glans, red and glistening like a spring cherry in the morning dew. Carefully, he let the boy take his place in the large leather chair and began suckling his hard nipples. Suctionning the boy's essence until his flesh was red and raw.

The kid moaned as the man's tongue left a trail of warm saliva down the middle of his chest to his bellybutton. He raised his legs naturally, inviting the adult to pleasure him with his oral probe. Heat radiated from his small body the more Sam explored him. His tongue licking his genitals, moistening every spot of his hairless crotch.

Sam smiled, watching the boy squeal as he lapped up his adorable boydick like a big dog. Taking the plunge, he engulfed the entire treasure, savoring the most tasteful part of the boy. The tiny balls rolled in his cavity and the hard dink stabbed the back of his throat.

"Uhhh uhhhh yessss," the child squirmed, spreading his legs wide on the cushiony arms of the large chair.

Sam watched the youngster's butt cheeks opening, revealing his rather tight boyhole. He placed his tongue behind Alex's marble-shaped balls and licked the kid's butt crack all the way down. Next, his tongue moved in the ten-year-old's asshole in a circular motion. The texture and redness of the puckered flesh, a relic of numerous past penetrations.

"Oooh," he heard the imp exclaim.

Obeying his lust the man cautiously slid the tip of his tongue into the boy's butthole. This brought more sounds of pleasure from the little guy's gentle lips. Taking this as a sign to go deeper, he inserted his tongue a little bit further into the warm rectum. His chin pressed into the firm bottom, his fingers fondling the small erection, he reamed the tiny opening as to make the child explode in frenzied bliss.

The clasping sphincter on his slithering tongue aroused him like never before. Already, he imagined his fat prick strangled by the constricting ring he was wetting.

Sensing the kid was about to climax, Sam removed his tongue from the slightly gaping orifice. Beads of sweat rolled on the elfen body of the blond boy.

"That was the best!" Alex cheered, breathing heavily as the adult unzipped his pants. His little eyes glued to the crotch, he watched intently the massive organ leap from the cotton briefs. Transparent lube oozed from the engorged eight inch hairy mancock. Jumping to the edge of the leather cushion, he began chewing ravenously on the huge testicles.

Sam moaned loudly. The young boy nibbled his heavy ballsack like a professional whore. The next moment, he was swallowing his hard penis without being asked. As much as he tried though, only half of it could fit in his small mouth.

"Uggggg," the man groaned, feeling the slimy tongue twirl on his turgid dickhead. Not even once did the rows of pointy teeth brushed his sensitive glans. How much he wanted to ejaculate in the angelic mug of the little prostitute. Fill the tummy of this cum-hungry kid with gallons of his white seed.

On the verge of realizing his thoughts, he grabbed his cock and rubbed it on the silky skin of the boy's face. On his forehead, his nose, painting the fleshy lips and rosy cheeks with pre-cum until the boy stuck his tongue out, begging for more dick in his throat.

His big hands on the back of the blond head, Sam shoved his fuckpole in the willing mouth, fucking it deep. The wet tunnel stimulating every nerve of his vibrant prick. "Oh yeahhh ohh yeahhh," he whispered, the small hands of the child behind his hairy thighs urging him to fuck his face even harder.

"That's enough now," Sam exhaled, denying himself the pleasure of coating the kid's face with his cream.

That was all that Alex was waiting for. Leaning back in the chair, he raised his legs like a girl, an undeniable look of hunger for sex twinkling in his young eyes. His whole body quivered with the anticipation of coupling. As the muscular man in front of him greased his long member, the memories of his last anal experience tingled in his heart. For he knew this time it would be even better.

Grabbing the boy's knees, Sam pulled them up, pressing until the youth's knees were against his chest, then he moved his cock into position. Alex's whines of joy danced in his ears as he pressed his knob on the pinkish entrance. Then pushing against the boy's eager ass, he felt the sphincter muscle tighten in resistance, and relax a little, just enough for him to insert the head of his organ. The ten-years-old's eyes widened, subsiding when he smiled.

At this sign of readiness, Sam plunged further until nearly three inches [7½ cm] of his cock were embedded in the youngster's ass. The boy grimaced with every increasing inch.

"Put it all in!!" the child pleaded.

Encouraged by the boy's bravery, Sam pushed against the boy until his entire thick cock was inserted. He paused a moment, exchanging wails with the young boy. Wishing they could stay fused together forever.

"Oh, fuck, fuck uhhhhh yesss," Alex moaned, shaking his head and feeling his anus streched painfully around the wide prong.

Determined to last a while, Sam pulled his cock out until just his head was still in place, and he sank it again slowly but firmly, taking the air out of the kid as he entered his bowels. For the next minutes, he concentred on longdicking the boy, giving a little more force for his last inches to penetrate him fully.

The sight of the little boy letting himself be possessed totally, his toes parted, muscles tensed and mouth dry with a big cock lodged in his rectum was worth a million.

The more the tight anus expanded, the more Sam slipped easily into the depths of the boy's guts. Faster he thrust his manhood, bumping against the lithe body of the ten-year-old.

"Yeah! Do it like that! FUCK ME HARD!!!" Alex screamed.

Giving in to the eager youth, Sam began to shove his cock in, pulling it out, then slamming it home. He felt the kids arms wrapped around his torso, inviting him inside as if to swallow him whole. With four quick forward thrusts he shook the light body. "UGH UGH UGH UGH" Alex yelled, gasping for air.

"RIDE ME!! RIDE MEE!" the imp implored.

"Turn around Alex," the man suggested, pulling out abruptly and leaving his partner with a feeling of emptiness.

Like a cat, the young child flipped on all fours, pushing his ass back like an animal in heat.

"Do you really want it?" the man teased.

"YESS!!! YESSS!!!" Alex bawled.

"Where do you want it?" Sam continued, examing the glistening red asshole winking between the two perfectly white buttocks of the little tyke.

"In MY ASS!!! FUCK ME!! HARD!!!" the blond boy cried, his face red and covered with sweat, swinging his tail to entice the bearer of delicious pain.

Again, the adult leaned to the hilt inside the well fucked asshole. Putting his weight on the pre-teen, he squashed him in the back cushion of the large chair until he could not move. One leg protruding out, his butt cheeks completely parted to accept the full length of his anal invader.

"You got it!" Sam exclaimed, pounding his cock once like a missile in the narrow tunnel and leaving the boy shuddering. From then on, all he could hear was the muffled wails of joy coming from the kid as he fucked away in earnest. The small body crushed and totally immobilized transformed into a pleasure machine with the purpose of only taking a big cock deep and hard.

Sam relished every second of sodomy. The sound of his balls slapping against the kid's bottom mixing with his yelps of ecstasy. Reaching tempos of fucking he never thought possible, his cock, hard as rock, slid at an incredible pace in the slick anus.

The boy's legs jerked uncontrollably with the aggressive onslaught of sex. His hard boydick twitching with every powerful thrust of the big hard-on against his prostate.

"Oh uhhhh FUCK ME!! YESSSS uhgghh uhghghghgh," he cried wholeheartly, feeling the first stiring of his anal orgasm all over his crotch. "I'm cummmmmmmmmmmmmmminngg!" he yelled with his high-pitched voice. The muscles of his limbs cramping up. The incessant plowing growing even more intense, familiar tensions in his hairless balls rose until his small erection pulsed, liberating a couple of drops of his future sperm.

Sam smiled, the tight clamping of the kid's anal ring strangling his cock indicating he had provided the pre-pubescent boy with a thunderous anal climax. Doubling his efforts, he pursued to bugger the panting lad, with the ambition of doing it all over again.

"Oooo Oooooo oOOoo," he cooed, his fingers digging in the lean hips as he shook the tiny boy like a puppet.

"Ohh Yeah I'm gonna make you CUM!!! You like that!! uh!!"

"Yessss yesss! FUCK ME EVEN HARDER!!!" Alex yelped.

The red loose anus glistened in the light, expanding and contracting, hypnotizing the man as he fed it with his hardness like a small mouth. Faster and faster, he plowed, listening to the child's cries for signs of renewed pleasure. His body spasmed as he collided with the young male. The full force of the fucking strokes vibrating in both their tensed muscles.

"ARGGG ARGGHH ARGHHH!!!" both man and boy yelled with the extreme intensity of their union.

For the next moments, Sam relished the perfect fit the boy's slick rectum was providing. Like a glove for his cock, stimulating every tender spot of his throbbing knob. And he parted the small buttocks fully, to watch it. The tight little hole, the elastic skin around his ever hard fuckpole.

Raising his body behind the tiny boy, to ensure a better angle for his cock to hit the lad's prostate, he plowed mercilessly. The child squirmed, going crazy with the powerful thrust, yelping with joy.

"Annnggg!! Annngg! Anngggg!"

Again, his little pecker convulsed with the tingles of his boyish orgasm. This time though, warm viscous cream filled his innards. The reward of a job well done. The man's cries of pleasure filling his heart, as he came generously in his ass. Then on his sore gaping anus and from time to time all over his sweaty back.

Completely exhausted, he caught his breath in the man's embrace. Sleep gaining ground on his tired aching slimy carcass.

Sam examined the precious boy with complete devotion. He slipped his remaining hardness in the welcoming hole, guarding the kid as he melted into rest. Himself, blinking with the burden of necessary rejuvenation.

As his mind drifted, the images of the blond boy on a beach in Florida, wearing a tight speedo and giggling carelessly raced in his mind.

The End

#2
Winter Wonderland

A heavy blanket of snow covered the sidewalk. On the doors, the plastic renditions of jolly ole St-Nick sneered back at me. Children with red cheeks were oblivious to their frostbitten hands as they engaged in heated snowball fights. My inner child longed to join them.

I used to go there often. No one wanted to live there, much less visit. But I loved to stroll in the Verdun district. That part of the city was populated with misfits, winos. A daily dose of crime happened there. The street gangs ruled in the area. A vast empire of underage mobsters. Nothing like South Central L.A. of course. No guns. The weapons of choice were fists and army knives.

I would trot in the streets, looking at the walls of the closed down shops covered with graffiti. Each drawing a cry for help. The sullen faces of the single mothers on welfare and the sad eyes of alcoholic fathers wandering aimlessly, reminded me of how privileged I was. I felt grounded there. As if I was human again. Not a robot in the big machine.

Emotions rose in my throat. Something I never experienced during the week at the job. That zone on the south side of the city was poverty stricken. As it is often the case. There were many children born into that seedy world. Tough kids. Kids who had to learn to fight to protect even the most meaningless of their possessions.

I would go boywatching almost every week. I learned the spots where the boys' favourite hangouts were. Just below Wiltshire Avenue. The untidy parks. The arcades. The public pools.

I would try to get as near as possible to hear their mature conversations. They talked about hockey, cars, their lousy folks and infamous melees. Even the younger ones chatted about sex and dope. Their baby faces hiding the extent of their harsh life.

Sometimes, I would take a bus ride and close my eyes to listen to the voices of the children around me. I knew they were precocious when it came to sex. But I had to hear it for myself. And it would arouse me fiercely when the pompous lads announced their latest conquest in bed. The young girls they had screwed. The hairless sirens who had sucked their juvenile organs.

I almost fainted on a snowy Saturday. I was alone in the moving bus with two boys of about twelve. They thought I was sleeping. One of the kids was reciting his exploit. He had fucked an eight-year-old boy with an older friend that very morning. In between the generous cursing, he explained, with a limited vocabulary, how he had nailed the child's butt. How tight and swell it had been. Not a hint of remorse transpired in his tone of voice.

After that, I shied away from my escapades in Verdugo. I had gotten all I could out of my spying. I was afraid I would stumble and try to approach one of these forsaken urchins. With very little affection and ingenuity, I apprehended I could get any of them to sleep with me.

For months, I slowly rid myself of my obsession for these rats. Until the night of my thirtieth birthday. I was depressed and drunk. Bored with the television and myself. I hopped in the car and returned to the hood. It was the first time I had travelled there at night. Fear of being mugged had restrained me before. But my reason had vanished at that point.

The electronic noises of the machines in the arcade hurt in my head. The neon flashes and bright flashing colours of the video screens blurred my vision for a while. I studied the room discreetly. Most boys were teenagers. It was expected at eleven o'clock. But there were younger kids too, children of the night, searching in their pockets for yet another quarter.

I could not prowl around indefinitely and settled myself in front a racing game, swerving off the road as I peeked at the parade of underfed zombies walking past me. One was rolling a joint in the shadow of a pinball machine and lent it to a pre-teen.

Then, I concentrated on the game, hoping to reach the finish line and extend my time. From the corner of my eye, I noticed a silhouette beside me. A pretty young angel he was. With a serious face and shiny brown eyes. Dressed in the local hockey team red jersey with worn out blue sweat pants on his legs.

"Come on, play with me." I muttered nervously, popping a few coins in the slot.

He took the wheel and displayed his ability. Beating me time and time again with his black car. I could see his upturned nose mirrored on the glass. His unkempt hair falling almost to his shoulders. The boy was like an identical replica of Zack Hanson with brown hair.

After ten minutes, I stopped feeding cash into the addictive game. I wanted to go back home and jack off, thinking about the boy. What I would do with his frail body in my arms. Fetching the remaining quarters in my jacket, I handed them to him, eyeing his frame with lust. "There you go. Have fun!" I smiled.

The young male leered at silvery discs in the palm of hand and raised his stare to meet mine. "Do you have twenty bucks. I could do something for twenty bucks." he peeped with his unbroken voice. His lips grinning wickedly to express his underlying intention.

I froze for an instant but realized quickly I had to shake it off in order to avoid suspicions. "Okay. Go outside. I'll be there in a minute." I murmured, scanning around to see if anybody had witnessed what was going on.

My hands were jerky as I played another time. I exhaled heavily, reflecting on what I was about to do. I could have just told him to scram and save my soul. But when I stepped outside the vulgar establishment, my mouth said: "Come with me, my car's parked over there."

Inside the security of my Saab, I asked the boy his age and his name. Francis was eleven.

"Do you do everything?" I inquired.

"Yes. 20 for a hand job. 40 for a blowjob. 10 if I swallow. 80 for my butt." he informed me of his fees coldly.

I attempted to pry into his personal life. The kid was open about it. His dad was in jail, his mother a crack whore. His big brother was a bad mutha who had raped him ever since he was four. Otherwise, a normal family. I was only the third man he had gone with for sex.

He wasn't very smart. I lost him many times with my intellectual words and brought the level down a notch. Discussing the theories of Plato on intergenerational relationships was out of the question. He could tell the name of all his hockey idols, Lafleur, Mikita and Clarke etc. But was ignorant when I asked him who was running the country.

Bringing the street hustler to my house wasn't very wise. For all I knew he could be carrying a switchblade. I was afraid he would point it to my face and demand my money or anything valuable in my home when we got there. Perhaps bribe me with the possibility of a sexual assault report to the authorities. I yearned for the moment when he would be naked and vulnerable.

Understandably, the poor child was hungry and we stopped at Ben's deli for a smoked meat sandwich. Right until I drove into my neighbourhood of Roseway, I imagined this was all a wet dream.

With my car parked in the garage, the reality overwhelmed me. I was actually gonna fuck a little boy in the ass. The first one. Probably the last one too.

Francis bared his torso when we ambled in the living room, sending the fragrance of his cheap cologne in the air. I interrupted him and told him it would be an honour to undress him. Very slowly, I removed his dirty sneakers and tugged on his white socks. While I massaged his boyfeet, I was impressed with the kid's serene calmness. His pink nipples were already hard like erasers.

I slid his sweat pants down his pale legs and gazed at the lump in his bikini briefs. The little man was so sexy. I asked him to stand up and knelt in front of him like an adoring fan to a young god. My hands roamed on his slim legs up to his crotch. They went to his bum and kneaded the firm mounds.

As I lowered his underwear, my heart sped up. The child's hairless genitals were right on my nose and I could smell his boyish aroma. With my paws on his tender buns, I crushed the boy on my face. Unleashing years of pent-up frustrations.

My lips nibbled his wrinkled scrotum. I could fit easily both balls in my mouth and did so, swirling them in my wet cavity. The delicate uncircumcised boyhood began to twitch. I engulfed the limp appendage to feel it harden in my mouth. Francis purred as I suckled him gently. On my tongue, I could discern the spongy glans expand, retracting his foreskin.

The small erection reached its full length of three inches [7½ cm]. I looked at it in awe. At the randy piece of meat damp from my saliva. Its bloated pink knob pointing its one eye at me like a Cyclop. The tip of my tongue danced all around the little mushroom. Then I sucked him ravenously. Taking his entire boydick in my mouth and twirling my oral instrument around the root of it to savour the baldness of his groin.

Quickly I shucked my clothes off to bask in the heat of Francis's diminutive body against mine. He didn't even blink when I released my aching seven-inch [18 cm] hard-on from my briefs. I nudged the boy's head on my broad chest and rubbed my drooling prick on his flat tummy. My hands caressing his behind. I could feel his excited pecker poking my thigh.

The silence that had resulted from our initial bashfulness was broken by Francis' moans. I hugged him amorously, sensing it was the only kind of love the boy had experienced so far in his young life. We melted to the floor and relished our illegal embrace.

I had only seen Francis smiled once. At the arcade. It worried me that an eleven-year-old boy this charming could wear a straight face for so long. I tickled his ribs and we trashed on the carpet. Our bodies getting tangled as he tried to evade my touch. High-pitched giggles soared from his throat. I attacked his hairless armpits, making him go back to infancy.

"Stop it! I'm ticklish!" he yelled, in between bursts of pure laughter.

"Yeah? Where? over here?" I said, exploring every part of his upper body and pinching his buns.

His chest was heaving when I ended my sweet torture. We looked in each other's eyes and smiled. At that moment, I think he realized I wasn't gonna strangle him or hurt him. We rested for a while. A naked man and a boy with horny hard dicks to satisfy.

He crawled to my balls with evil eyes and munched on them. My penis was a tower of power, jutting from my hairy pubic mound. His little tongue tasted the underside of my shaft. He slobbered all over my angry helmet and I brushed away his long hair to see everything.

I hissed when his thin lips worked my fat tool. He wasn't a novice, that's for sure. He sucked greedily as if he had been depraved of cocks in his mouth for a decade. I was amazed at how much of me he could swallow and I encouraged him. "Oh Francis! Yeah 3; You're doing great! Ohh suck it baby!"

None of his pointy teeth grazed my sensitive glans throughout the terrific blowjob. He paused once in while, his beautiful mug beaming with the pride of his accomplishment. He could have made any man fall to his knees with his moist ruby red lips.

I let him play with my erection a little longer. Gathering the courage to ask him what I desired most, his baby butt. I watched him with passionate hunger. His hands were gripping the base of my cock as he luxuriated on it. Darting his tongue, taking long swipes or slurping on my pole like it was a huge Popsicle.

"Let's go to the bedroom. I want a piece of your lil' ass." I managed to blurt out.

Francis didn't fuss. I led him to the second storey. He climbed on the bed and promptly stretched on a pillow like the perfect boywhore he was. His legs spread, his white rump high. "You can fuck me really hard if you want. I can take it." he confessed.

I considered putting on a condom but changed my mind stupidly. Reasoning that the two men he had laid were not diabolic enough to give such a divine lad any disease. I smeared KY gel on my swollen member, wondering how I would succeed in postponing my climax.

Like a cat, I crept behind him. Moving along his left leg. Giving a gentle peck to his heel, his calf, the back of his thigh. Until I reached his gorgeous asscheeks and kissed them all over. Waves of goose bumps erupted on his skin as he shivered from my erotic contact.

I peered at his used brownhole. A tiny puckered indentation adorned with the scar of a past penetration. When I pressed my dickhead to the entrance of his rectum, he stiffened. The gripping muscle allowed me entry and I moaned while the tip of my penis disappeared inside the boy.

Francis winced from the pain and held on for dear life to the bed covers. I pulled out and repeated the procedure, again and again. Enlarging the little hole slightly with every invasion. Getting intoxicated by the sight of the hardy shithole closing slowly when I took my glans out.

I felt the sphincter yield to my intrusion and parted his buttocks to see my big cock slide in his slick butthole. With half in I started a repetitive motion. Thrusting and withdrawing slowly. Francis was born squealer. His cries of pain and joy echoed in the room.

I shut my eyes and listened to his wails gradually turning to screams as my prick glided with more ease into his rectum, faster and deeper until it really felt like I was fucking his bum. The kid was very vocal and it scared me.

I paused momentarily and asked my young partner if I was hurting him. Francis reprimanded me, urging me to keep plowing. Arguing that he had always survived. Exhorting me not to bother with his puerile complaints.

"You're the boss." I remarked, continuing the in and out motions. My libido appeased that he had not altered his consent. I closed my eyes again to relish fully the blissful clasping of his anus on my engorged manhood. A surge of gratitude enveloped my brains. More so, it was my dick who was giving thanks to destiny for putting a willing demon on my path. I pumped his little butt with more energetic thrusts. Slamming with the fervour of a stallion into his guts.

"Urggh! urggh!! aoow aoow Urghhhh!" Francis grunted from my intensifying fuck strokes.

The eleven-year-old's constant shrieks were not of my concern anymore. They had been concealed in the back of my sexed-up mind. Used only to accentuate my pleasure once in a while. My groans joined his litany the more I fucked harder. When I opened my eyes, I found I was ramming my phallus ball deep into his asscrack. The sudden awareness that my seven inches [18 cm] were lodged up his fanny practically provoked my ejaculation.

"OH fuck!" I exclaimed, trying to preserve my juice in my ballbag. I collapsed on the mattress, dragging the boy on top of me like an inert puppet. He writhed on my thorax, whimpering like a toddler, from my whole prick embedded inside him. With his little feet on my knees, he supported himself, so that he wasn't impaled completely on my prong.

I breathed heavily on the nape of his neck. My hands caressing his sweaty hairless chest. I tweaked his nipples and raised my hips to fuck his ass tenderly. His poor pecker was rigid and leaking pre-cum. He closed his palm on it but I denied him that liberty and pursued cultivating his anal pleasure with languorous strokes of my penis. Francis moaned over me, shaking his head left and right.

I fondled his testicles and he undulated. "Make me cum 3; please 3;" he begged. My long fingers seemed like they belong to a giant as I masturbated placidly his smooth shaft. The transparent fluid flowing out of his pissslit lubed my hand. Then I polished his pud with more vigour. Mimicking the tempo of my cock sliding up his behind. Francis' cries grew louder.

"Ohhh ohhh ohhhhhhhh OHHH OHH YEAH YESS! I'm gonna cum! Yess OHH OHHH"

I didn't stop the escalation. Fucking at full speed and fisting his boycock like a madman. The lad wriggled over me. Convulsing as jolts of bliss lashed at his muscles. "UnnGHHHH" he yelled all of a sudden. I squeezed his little hard pole shuddering in my hand. His tight shithole was quivering around my maleness. Three droplets of boy syrup gushed from his spasming peter and he panted.

"Fuck me! Come in my ass now!" he ordered.

I ejected from the warmth of his entrails and pulled him by his ankles to bend him over the edge of the bed. He grunted as I stuffed my log roughly back inside in his puffy bumhole. I wrapped my grip around his lean waist and rutted in earnest with the young boy.

Francis gnawed the bed covers to muffle his piercing screeching. I was really taking my money's worth. Hammering my cock and lamenting like an animal. When the sounds of slapping balls, indicating full contact sex, resonated in my ears, I slipped into the fifth gear. Using all the power of my muscular frame to copulate with the eleven-year-old. I fucked his bony ass like a pile driver.

"Ouch! Ouch! Annnhhh. Please come in my ass! Please mister 3; please!"

My dick had taken over. Controlling my behaviour. For long minutes, I sodomized the kid very hard. Francis had abandoned his child body. He slouched over the bed letting me use his ass for my gratification. I stole every ounce of ecstasy out of it.

With one last thrust, I buried my cock deep inside his rectum. Francis cooed like a police siren as my pulsing fuckpole spurted into him. The boiling semen rushed in my urethra to fill his bowels. I mooed with every peak of my intense orgasm.

The boy slept with me. I applied some cream on his sore anus and cuddled with him. The next morning, Francis was gone when I awoke. I rolled in the empty bed, suddenly all alone.

He had taken all the money I owed him from my wallet. The credit cards were still there. Where I had deposited my expensive wristwatch, I found a note. "You got the time mister? I do. If you want it back. Meet me next Saturday."

Francis wasn't that dumb after all.

The End

#3
Rent Me

I don't really know why I went. Come to think of it, it is definitely the craziest thing I ever done. But this was an opportunity I could not let pass by.

At thirty-five, I was your average perv, trading pictures and old flicks through secured servers. I thought that the kid saying 'zoom zoom' in the car commercial really needed a good fuck and Aaron Carter was some sort of demigod. It had never been my inclination to actually have physical contact with a young boy, although it had been one of my strongest fantasy. I was content in watching the images and living in my secret sordid world.

My dearest friend in the underground was a guy with the alias grayhawk. Another lost soul roaming in the seedy side of cyberworld.

It had come as a total surprise when he divulged that he could hook me up with a man who was renting boys for cash. The sinister revelation lingered on my mind for weeks. At first, I had declined the offer.

But the whole thing was troubling and causing me to reassess the last shreds of moral values I had in me. Perhaps this once? After all, those kids are probably used to it? A rent boy is not exactly like your clean cut family kid with freckles and a dog?

Grayhawk had uploaded a short clip of one of these boys performing. The opening shot showed a black kid of about twelve sucking on a man's bloated cock. The image was low quality, but you could see clearly his fleshy lips swallowing the white meat with gluttony.

Then the kid was bent in two and taking that monster prick deep into his little butt. The scene was hardcore and the powerful guy displayed no mercy, shoving his huge cock all the way into his distended anus.

The kid was panting and screaming, "FUCK ME! AGHH FUCK ME! Ooooo FUCK ME IN THE ASS."

It went on for five minutes of hard anal sex, up to a point where the fella sprayed his white jizz all over the smooth ebony skin of the exhausted child.

I asked grayhawk for the coordinates of his contact and let the piece of paper turn yellow on the corner of my desk. Until finally, I feared I would go insane.

My fingers were shaking when I dialled the number. The voice on the other end of the line was mellow and deep.

"Hello."

"Hi, I'm calling regarding the kittens? You know, the kittens of Ginger," I muttered, pronouncing the pass phrase slowly.

"Oh yes, we still have several kittens to give away. Maybe, you would like to see them first?"

"Yes, sure."

"You can meet me on Glendale street tonight at eight, I will be in a silver Audi."

"Of course."

"Our kittens are very cute. I'm positive you will like'em and take one home. Mister?"

"John Smith."

"Ah yes, John Smith, of course. See ya tonight."

"Goodbye."

The man in the silver Audi was somewhat distinguished, around fifty and completely the opposite of what I had imagined a pimp for kids would be. He was dressed casually and smiled a lot, as if this was just another chit chat. I was afraid to look at him, thinking he might suspect I was a cop.

"This is how it goes," the fellow began, throwing a large photo album in my lap. "You pick one up. You get him for Saturday and bring him back to his house on Sunday morning. It's a thousand bucks, no bargaining. Once the kitten is under you care, anything goes. But I don't wanna see any bruises, scratch or the faintest mark on my baby, or else I will have to kill you."

I nodded nervously, caught in the serious stare of my interlocutor.

"This business is very difficult," the man continued. "These are strict rules you must abide."

"I understand."

The soft glow of the streetlight was shimmering through the car window. I opened the album and gazed at the first boy. He was a Latino kid with a baseball cap crooked sideways. Under his picture, his data was written in neat rows. Name, Gonzalo. Age, 13. Dick, not circumcised, 3" [7½ cm] soft, 6" [15 cm] hard. Cum, yes. Some pubic hair. etc.

"The younger ones are the end," my host informed me.

I flipped the first dozen pages quickly, wondering how the guy could offer such a wide variety of young males. Asian boys, black boys and all-American Caucasian children, some as young as seven. One lad in particular, drew my attention right away.

"This one!" I exclaimed, reading his stats: Name, Freddie. Age, 10. Height, 4'3" Ft. [1.30 m] Weight, 105 pounds [48 kg]. Hair, brown, wavy. Likes, swimming and South Park.

"Freddie's not been rented very often," the man said. "Generally, the clients go for blond lambs. It's a good choice. He's docile, kinda whinny though. But he has a hot lil' butt. You will enjoy him 3;"

I peered one last time at his picture. The imp was grinning. His unkempt brown hair was a mess, his eyes were beady and a sprinkle of unsightly freckles dusted his button nose. But he was the cutest to me and I couldn't wait to meet him.

"So, we will get together again here on Saturday morning at nine sharp," the man woke me from my trance. "Bring cash and we'll go pick up this little rascal. Okay, John?"

"Yes, I'll be there."

"My name is Garry by the way. I can been reached at the same cell phone number anytime 7-24, in case there's a problemo. You have a car? to carry the cargo?"

"Yes."

On that morning, I followed the silver Audi with my clanky old Mustang. We traveled in the city to the east side, until we reached a huge apartment complex made of brown bricks. I tagged along with the gentleman inside the run down building.

"Brace yourself, we take the stairs. Don't wanna be seen in the elevator," the fella blurted out.

As we slowly made our way up to the 12th floor, a mix of excitement and remorse filled my soul. I still didn't trust the guy and figured he would run away with my grand. Or that he was some cop leading me into a trap.

"Tomorrow morning, you bring Freddie back here," the man said, in between gasps of breath. "Are you going to your place with him?"

"No, I rented a cabin in the woods. We're gonna go at the water park also."

"Freddie will like that."

"I hope he likes me 3;"

"I think he will like you. A young athletic guy like you can get any boy to like him."

"I guess so," I replied, somehow flattered by the remark.

"It doesn't matter anyways. These squirts know what they have to do. Sometimes, they try to get out of the deal. Don't get fooled. If Freddie doesn't cooperate, shake him around. But no bruises, remember."

"Yes."

"I'm sure Freddie will be the perfect boy slut. He's got some experience. Just do whatever you feel like. He's not gonna break. Hell, fuck him hard up the ass all night if you want! It's yer money. Make his lil' butt sore for a few days."

I blushed slightly from the lurid conversation, getting aroused by the prospect of the sweet day ahead. We reached the 12th floor and knocked on the door of 12C.

The woman who introduced us inside was a blonde bombshell with pointy nails and too much makeup around the eyes. I stepped in awkwardly and looked at the little boy sitting Indian style in front of the television. Freddie was even more attractive in person than on his picture. He threw a dispassionate glance at me and returned his stare to the tv, fondling nervously the strap of his gym bag.

"Here's your cut, Christy," the pimp said cheerfully, handing out an envelope to the woman.

She browsed through the wad of bills and raised her cold eyes in my direction. My heart was already pounding from the intensity of the crazy situation. I couldn't believe it was so easy. Just walking in and paying this mother to rent her child for sex.

"You know, you disgust me!" she glared at me.

I remained frozen, unable to gather the courage to argue with her that she was certainly as disturbed as I was. I just stood there, afraid to do and say anything.

"That's the way it is," Garry came to my rescue. "Try not to put all that money up your nose this time, Christy," he sneered.

She leered at the man before returning her stare to me. "Please, don't hurt him. He's only ten," she pleaded.

I nodded and Garry called the boy to us. "Hey, Freddie, bring your butt over here."

The kid rose from the floor nonchalantly, carrying his big gym bag.

"You're all clean and ready?" the pimp asked him.

"Uh-uh," the boy yipped.

Christy stroked her son's hair a moment and let him go.

Inside my old Mustang, Freddie sat quietly, while we began our long two-hour trip into the woods. He seemed so small in the leather seat, strapped under the safety belt. There was an embarrassing tension in the air, since we both knew what was the purpose of our encounter.

From time to time, I took my eyes off the road to look at him. He was perfect. That day, he had on a t-shirt and tight navy blue shorts. I couldn't restrain myself from placing my hand on his skinny thigh to feel that smooth angelic skin.

"Did you bring your swimsuit?"

"Yes," he peeped.

"We're gonna go at the water park this afternoon!"

Freddie faked a smile, but I could tell he was still nervous. "You can do whatever you feel like. You can eat whatever you like!" I added.

"Pizza!" he lightened up.

"Yep. All day if you want."

"Do you have video games?"

"Sure. Two consoles in the trunk."

"Cool!"

That seemed to summon a genuine grin from the kid. And he started to loosen up, bombarding me with personal questions. Where do you live? How old are you? What do you do? Did you ever kill anyone?

I answered truthfully, elated that he was coming out of his shell. Contrary to what I had previously imagined, Freddie was outgoing and rather blunt. Much smarter than I had expected for a kid from the east side.

Halfway in our journey, he looked up at me with his beady green eyes. "Are you gonna do sex with me?" he demanded point blank, grinning slyly.

"Yes. Lots of it."

Then with a smallish voice, he asked me. "Do you wanna put your dick in my butt?"

I couldn't help but smile. It would definitely be the only time in my life, a kid would ask me that. "Yes. That's the best part," I said.

The answer dampened his enthusiasm slightly. But he seemed resigned.

Silence filled the car for a while.

"Do you have a big penis?" he inquired sheepishly, a minute later.

"It's not so huge," I lied.

Seeing that Freddie was getting uncomfortable, I revealed the agenda for the day, in the hopes of calming him. "Listen, we're gonna stop at Pizza hut. Then when we get to the cabin, we'll suck each other off. After that, we go to the water park. You can play video games all evening, and then you're gonna be a good boy before bedtime for me. Okay?"

Freddie nodded.

The cabin was the ideal haven. Secluded in the forest, the wooden shack was miles from any annoying neighbour. I ushered Freddie inside and guided him to the bedroom. He sat shyly on the bed, burping his pizza, while I closed the blinds. Then it felt, like I had trapped the boy. He was mine and I was horny.

Instinctively, Freddie began to undress. "Stop! I wanna do that!" I exclaimed.

The kid shrugged his shoulders and I leaned to remove his sneakers. Then his miniature white socks. "Are you scared?" I whispered.

"Nope," he peeped.

My head was nearly splitting in two. I had spent years dreaming about this moment and now the boy was there for me to play with his golden little dick. I pinched myself to make sure I was awake.

I stripped off his t-shirt and kissed his flat boy chest. His small titties were hard. I suckled them amorously. "Quit it! It tickles!" he cried out laughing.

Then down and off went his shorts. I was left with a pretty ten-year-old specimen clad in tight red bikini briefs. There was an unmistakable little bulge in the fabric. It was Freddie's little piece of boy-meat struggling to be freed.

He sat on the bed quietly, wiggling his toes, purring like a kitten as I massaged his flesh gently. I beamed, seeing the kid get aroused from my ministrations.

Freddie raised his butt from the mattress and I lowered his underwear down to his ankles in one motion. His small weenie sprang out instantly into view. My sore eyes drank in the succulent beauty of the small circumcised cock and tiny jellybean shaped testicles. Freddie giggled as he saw a look of passion and longing seize my face.

"Awwwwww, c'mon and bring that little thing closer!" I pleaded.

The boy shuffled over, his stiff cocklet swinging in circles and his balls flopping up and down. He stopped only when his genitals were just inches from my face. I stared closely at the heart-shaped head and tiny piss slit. Then my eyes perused the scant length of thin shaft, where it disappeared into the wrinkly skin of the boy's scrotum.

I licked his little bag and traced the short distance of his penis with my wet tongue, tickling the tip with quick flicks. The child shivered with pleasure as my hand wrapped around his small dick and gently began to masturbate him. I could see the little dick head pop in and out of view as my warm hand rode up and down the shaft. The looks of grateful rhapsody on the boy's mug were a pure delight.

With my other hand, I began to fondle the kid's little jewels. One by one I rolled each lightly in between my forefinger and thumb and tickled the sensitive spots under the boy's sac. Freddie moaned softly.

"Does that feel good?" I inquired.

"Yessss," he replied with vim.

"How about this!"

I took the precious boy meat into my mouth and swished my hot tongue all around the bulging head.

"Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeahhhhhhhooooooohhooo" Freddie moaned loudly.

The kid threw his head back as I sucked his boycock all the way into my mouth so that I could tickle his tiny testicles with the tip of my tongue. Meanwhile, my hands kneaded the his white asscheeks. They were so small and firm. By now Freddie was a quivering mass of ecstatic jelly.

I turned him over swiftly and shoved my spongy tongue right up his anus. The little boy collapsed on the bed, whimpering with joy as I violated his little hole with moist stabs of my oral probe. He humped the bed and his cries of pleasure resonated throughout the cabin.

I was in heaven seeing that little naked lad enjoy every bit of my sexual exploration to the fullest. He spread his legs wide, allowing my mouth to feast on his butt, or chew his little balls, and suck in his entire genitalia. Whenever, I gazed at his face, he broke a wicked smile, telling me how much he loved my devotion to his body.

I stood up and dropped my jeans to my knees. Freddie crawled to me without my asking. His tiny fingers slipped in the waistband of my briefs and pulled them down. The kid's cherub-like mug was right in front of my leaking half-hard cock.

He gazed up and gave gentle pecks to my hardening prick. Then he started to fondle my cock, pulling at the base, grabbing tiny handfuls of pubic hair. The imp toyed with my balls, taking each in his little hands and jiggling them playfully.

Without warning, the little whore took the head of my dick into his young mouth. My brain nearly exploded. I became fully erect almost instantly. He proceeded to suck my staff like a pro at once, taking my whole cock into his mouth in one gulp. Up and down, swirling the tip of his tongue on the base of my balls as his face plunged into my pubic hair.

"Ohhhhhh yeahhh Freddddie," I exhaled.

His little hands grabbed my hairy buns and guided my hips into each thrust, and with each thrust, the little bugger gagged and drooled. Too stunned to even moan, I just let the kid take complete control. And he played me like a fiddle.

From time to time, the rascal paused and giggled, tickled pink by the overwhelming daze he had bestowed upon me. I loved to watch his stubby fingers wrapped around my fat eight inch [20 cm] prong, while his tiny pink tongue danced all around the crown of my bloated cock head. And I urged him to go on.

His entire mouth area was a mess of cock juice and spittle. It had never come to my mind that a pre-pubescent child could be such a dirty pig. I drank in all the images of that sweet kid, kneeling buck-naked in front of me, swallowing as much of my rod as he could.

With my dick still lodged deeply in his throat, waves of bliss began to pound my senses. I was getting close, too close. In fact, I didn't want this to end just yet. But the inevitable fatality was not to be denied.

Excitedly, I grabbed the back of his head with one palm. "Ohhhh, eat my cum, baby! C'mon, eat my sperm 3;," I mumbled.

Freddie opened his trap wide and waited, my cock head poised on his bottom lip. The first gush of seed, erupted up his nose. The others spewed rapidly into his cavity. I mooed like a bull, shooting my wad into this cute kid's mouth. The puddles of white goo formed around his teeth and on his tongue. My cock was blasting again and again, splashing his palate. He gulped down the mouthfuls of cock cream and licked his lips.

I jumped on the boy and carried him on the bed where I ravenously attacked his stiffy with my mouth. "Can you cum, Freddie?" I asked.

"Yes! Yes!" he screamed.

My lips clamped tight around the little morsel. I bobbed my head furiously, sucking away at the vibrant kiddy cock. Freddie wrapped his legs around my torso and dug his heels in my back. I was to suck him off, whether he wanted it or not.

The boy chanted along with the mounting pleasure. "UHhhh uhhh uhhhhhhh". Right then, I knew I had made a wise choice of selecting a fuck shack out of the way. The kid's screams of joy rose into my ears. And just as I was wondering how much more of this the kid could take, my answer came.

The juvenile body spasmed and trashed under me, boyfeet flailing in the air. I glanced at his face. Traces of cum were still clinging to his smile. "You're a good boy, Freddie. A very good boy," I said.

For most of the afternoon, I lounged on a beach towel, watching Freddie try every slide in the water park. Even though, he had drained me, I still got aroused whenever he raced by in his tight yellow speedo, just to say hi. The snug fabric was hugging his glorious taut globes. And I had a hard time believing, my cock would be up that hot lil' butt soon.

The other boys he befriended were wearing those horrible Bermuda-styled trunks. Some were sexy little brats, with blossoming masculine chests and protruding pouches down in front. All in all, it was a pleasant afternoon, basking in the sun, surrounded by wet boys frolicking.

Back at the cabin, we finished the pizza and I let the kid get an overdose of video games. Before that, I made sure he took a dump and slipped a small butt plug into his anus, in order to relax his little muscle all evening. Freddie did not protest.

He sat on my lap and hogged the gamepad, trying all the cartridges I had brought. He did not budge when my hand slithered into his pyjama bottom to play with his hairless nuts. Whenever he popped a stiffy, I caressed it, fondling the rigid little morsel tenderly. My fingers explored every centimetre of his baby hard-on.

I could sense the pleasure grow inside his body. He would stiffen momentarily, enjoying the naughty tingling. His randy immature boydick was no match for my experienced hand. I played his delicate organ like a virtuoso and dragged him over the edge with measured strokes. His squeaky yelp of joy was delightful.

After he'd cum, he would flash me a wicked grin of appreciation and return his concentration to the video game. Thirty minutes later, I continued the ritual, masturbating him with the same fervour and making him reach a bumpy dry climax again and again and again.

After his fifth orgasm, darkness had invaded the cabin. It was time to move to the bedroom. I had taken a whole pill of viagra to ensure I would not waste the golden opportunity because of my nervousness. Being unable to get it up when you're in the company of a willing ten-year-old boy is a darn shame.

I was wired, knowing what I was about to do to Freddie. Thankfully, everything was going as planned. The potent pill had accomplished its purpose and my cock was harder than a slab of concrete. Freddie assuredly felt it under his tushy. I could tell he knew I was horny for him, the way he was fidgeting like a prey too close to the wolf.

"You can play more videogames tomorrow," I told him gently.

"Okay," he peeped obediently.

We undressed in the bedroom. Freddie removed his pyjama shyly, probably aware of my lusting stare over his small body. I turned on two table lamps to flood the room with as much light as possible. The moment was exquisite and I savoured the sweet anticipation of sodomizing my first child. My young partner peered at my stiff fuckpole from the corner of his eyes with obvious worriment. He was not crying or afraid, but uneasy for sure.

I laid down next to him and caressed his leg. "Relax and loosen up."

I whispered, without really knowing what would be comforting words to say to him. "Turn on your tummy."

He nodded and flattened himself on the mattress. I popped the butt plug out of his anus and gazed at his winking bumhole, slightly dilated. His asscheeks made dimples as he attempted to shut his little sphincter, to no avail. I spread a copious amount of lube into his crack and watched it gleam in the light.

My rampant erection was leaking like a faucet. I mixed the juice with the anal lube, carefully covering the entire shaft. I was so hard I could not discern the foreskin on my swollen spike, as if I had been circumcised.

Freddie squeezed his eyes shut upon feeling my nosy prick furrowing between his buttocks. I dragged him up on all fours like a dog, and guided my bulbous knob into his slippery hole. The little bugger squealed like I was killing him as my large cockhead battled against the resistance of his protective muscle.

Time and time again, I tried to penetrate him, seeing my knob stretch his clasping assring, only to be forced out. "Here we go, baby. This time it's going in," I muttered. "You're a big boy who can take it in the ass."

The kid's wails and intermittent gasps of breath made it seem like we were on a roller coaster. I pushed with more determination, and entered slowly the oily tunnel to his rectum. "UGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Freddie screamed. He peeked behind him at the fat tube buried half-way into his small bottom and made a grimace of shock.

An immense torrent of pure joy washed over me, just seeing those round buns spread open by my swollen phallus. I sank into him some more, hearing his whinny complaints. He was so tiny under my big hairy stature, I thought I would break him.

My penis felt like a rod of infinite pleasure, strangled by the persistent vise of the kid's minuscule shithole. I buggered him softly, going deeper and deeper, invited by the warmth of his insides. Freddie placed his head on the mattress and winced from time to time as I slid in and out of him, getting him accustomed to my hardness.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeeeeah," he sighed.

I shifted his little body to the side, and locked my arm under his right knee. "Take it all in yer ass," I murmured, shoving another inch into him. "Ughhh!" the little boy yelped. "Come on, here it comes."

"Ughghhhh!"

Nearly the entire length had disappeared. I gripped him in a strong hug and rammed forcefully, cramming all eight inches [20 cm] up his backdoor. "OHHHH OHHHHHHH OHHHHHHHH" he yelled out, feeling completely full, I imagine.

In a swift move, I raised him over me and watched him dangle in the air, sitting on my pole, impaled to the hilt. He was lifeless, tired, as if I had stabbed him. I bucked my hips under him and he hobbled like Jell-O as I slammed my dick up his chute.

He had abandoned the fight, ceded his body. For the next minutes, I rolled on the bed, with the boy on the end of my fuckstick. I proceeded to slam harder, testing the limit, shoving my cock until he cried out in pain. After a while came a point, when his asshole was totally numb to the large diameter of my cock.

"Let's fuck good," I whispered in his ear, bending him on the edge of the mattress.

I grasped his thin shoulders with both hands and began banging his lil' butt with violent thrusts. His body jerked forward in my hands. I pistonned him hard in the ass, feeling the result of my powerful jabs, tugging on my arms.

"ANNGGHHH! ANGGGHHN! ANGGGHH" Freddie grunted.

It was better than all my fantasies of fucking little boys. The kid's tight hole was milking my rod, sucking it with its smooth gripping lips. My grunts of exertion mixed with Freddie's loud whines as I began rutting with him like a bull.

I lost the notion of time and my conscious melted. To my amazement, I found I could fuck the kid with much ease. My long cock was sliding smoothly in and out of his tight pucker. Whenever I plunge the full mass, he made a plaintive coo. It became my thrill, ramming my whole cock into him to hear that boyish yelp.

I climbed on the bed and continued fucking him there. The headboard bounced against the wall. My orgasm was still far away since I had already cummed earlier that afternoon and I felt I could fuck his ten-year-old ass long and hard all night.

I alternated between long interludes of longdicking and rapid burst of power fucking. My hips slapped against his firm buttocks as I rammed into him ball deep. The room was on fire. We were both covered with sweat. Freddie was getting dizzy from all that shaking but I continued with more rude thrusts into his small bottom.

Freddie was utterly exhausted and on the verge of fainting. It had been nearly an hour of non-stop sodomy. I bounced on top of him with all my weight, pile driving into his rectum and yelling: "Yeah! Take my big COCK in yer ASS! That's it! LIKE THIS! LIKE THIS! OHHHHH YEAH!"

The onset of my orgasm almost petrified me. I pulled out my spasming prick, shooting thick jets of cream. The inundation of sperm spewed onto the kid's back. His tiny asshole was now red and gaping, receiving its fair share of viscous sauce. I slipped into his sore anus again, vomiting the remainder of my load into his bowels.

When I woke up the next day, Freddie was not in the bed, nor anywhere in the cabin. For hours, I paced in the forest outside in an agonizing fit of panic. "FREDDIE! FREDDIE! Where the hell are you?" My heart was throbbing in my throat, realizing I was getting closer and closer to the deadline time for dropping the kid at his mom's.

I grabbed the cell phone and dialled Garry's number nervously.

"Hello."

"Garry, I'm keeping the kitten for another day, is that ok?"

"Uh? That's not part of the deal, John. Bring Freddie back right NOW."

"Just one more day," I said, cutting the line in a snap, thinking that perhaps, my lame ruse would buy me some time to find the fugitive.

I dashed on the dirt road, imagining the boy had run away, strolling toward the nearest village. With each passing minutes, my hopes of recovering the boy were diminishing.

In the distance, I could see the silver Audi speeding towards me. I did not even attempt to escape. It stopped abruptly next to me. Garry and another guy stepped out of the car with guns, approaching me with menacing stares. "Did you think we were dumb, John? Did you think you could get away from us? My friend here put a GPS locater under your car. Kinda neat, uh?"

"I lost him," I avowed.

"Where is he, John? Did you snuff him?"

"NO! I swear."

"You can't keep him, John. Do you think you can adopt him or something. I am very disappointed, John. I trusted you."

"He's around here! We just need to find him," I pleaded.

Both men pointed their firearms in my direction. I saw the burst of flames gushing from the silver barrels. And I was dead.

"Wake up, dammit!" the voice of Garry echoed in my ears.

I flinched momentarily in the hospital bed and looked up at the face of the man who had shot me. My head was aching and my limbs were electrified with pain.

"Listen up. You've been in a coma for six hours, John," the man said softly. "Been blabbering about fucking kids too! I was going nuts here. Your car was blindsided on the passenger side when we were going to pick up Freddie. You were out like a light."

I shook my head and examined the room around me. The whole thing was eerie and confusing. "Where's Freddie?" I whispered.

"At home."

"Oh, so nothing happened?" I inquired. The memories were so vivid, so real in my mind.

"It's all in yer brain. The doctor said you'll be out tonight. We can finish our deal next weekend. Ok, John? Same time, same place."

"I don't know, Garry. I don't know."

The End

#4
Trash

That day, Jordan toyed with the joystick skilfully, his eyes riveted on the screen of the video game. The strident noises of the arcade resonated in his ears, but he heard nothing. He was alone in his world, enthralled by the captivating mission, determined to save the planet from the Martian invasion. His eleven-year-old body was electrified by the adrenaline pumping and mixing with burst of testosterone in his veins.

In the pit of his stomach, he knew that he was not supposed to be there, that his mother would be furious if she learned that he frequented the local sleazy arcade after school.

But he had enough of the sterile atmosphere of the house. The stinging odours of household cleaners and cheap air purifiers assaulted his sensitive nose. He was an alien in his own room so well organized and clean.

The praises from everyone haunted his souls; "Jordan is so polite!"; "Jordan is a grade A student!"; "Jordan is an angel!. He wanted to throw up every time the adults treated him like a child and reminded him of his perfect record.

The crazy obsession of his mother for cleanliness drove him nuts. She forced him to take a shower morning and evening, before meals and every time he went out the house. He had to aim the jet of his pee carefully, in the middle of the bowl, in order to avoid a fury of reproaches.

As a tyke, he loved to roll in the mud to defy her, to make her howl with rage when she saw his new outfit ruined. But with time, he had abandoned the fight. His rebellious ardour had been cooled down by her implacable will to raise the ideal son.

Whenever Jordan masturbated, he gobbled up the clear droplets of fluid coming out of his penis so that she wouldn't notice that he had soiled his pyjamas or worse, the bed sheets. His sexuality was repudiated and the tiniest of allusion to sex earned him a slap in the face.

His universe was one of virtue, purity and prohibition. He was dying inside, strangled, asphyxiated by a mother hen protecting him like a golden egg. The few moments of liberty that he allowed himself at the arcade were a haven for him to breathe.

And that day, Jordan felt a twinge of exaltation, when as he dug in the pocket of his jogging pants for another coin, he noticed the man with the audacious stare observing him openly. The stranger wore teen clothes; jeans, a powder blue coat and a baseball cap. But his ridiculous disguise did not dissimulate the fact that he was thirty- years-old.

Jordan knew all the rumours, the stories of boys who knew boys that went with men in their cars to give them blowjobs. A flurry of delicious tingles went up his spine. If only his mum was here to see him with this deviant monster, she would pass out!

The man circled him, keeping a comfortable distance. Jordan flashed him a quick look of curiosity. He knew that he was a good catch for a chicken hawk like that. He was an appropriate kid, unlike the other rats in the arcade with holes in theirs shoes and stains of food on their t-shirts.

His brown hair was combed and shiny. Over two full lips, a cute upturned nose still bore scarce freckles. He was growing small muscles under his Hilfiger sweater. A true little boy, at the onset of puberty and afraid of nothing, besides his mother.

Without wasting another second, the man marched towards the exit and glanced back at him with a warm smile. Jordan couldn't believe he was going to follow the stranger on his own accord. His heart was pounding when he walked outside. Twirling snow flakes fell on his cheeks. Further ahead, he saw the tall man moving away and dashed to reach the silhouette. Up close, the square face of the stranger was virile and smiling.

"Hi, my name's John." the man presented himself.

"Jordan." the little boy peeped.

"You want to make a few bucks for the machines?"

"Yea." Jordan lied. He had not considered making any monetary profit out of this. It was all about the morbid attraction gnawing his guts.

"I live nearby." the man divulged, pointing at the gray building at the end of the street.

"I live on Twelfth Avenue."

"Do you do it in the ass, Jordan?" The blunt question made the youngster blush. "No." he responded sheepishly, shaking his head, somewhat troubled that people really did that. That the practice wasn't just part of silly jokes you tell at recess or something nasty people did for glossy pictures in porno magazines.

"You should. It pays well."

"I do blowjobs." Jordan affirmed proudly with his squeaky breaking voice.

The words of the false admission stuck shamefully to his conscience. As he neared the concrete building, nervous shudders took over his frail constitution. His reason was torn between excitement and fear. He didn't know anymore if he would have the courage to do it.

In the middle of John's apartment, a gust of serenity calmed his apprehensions. Books and newspapers were lying about on the furniture. Crusted dishes had accumulated in the sink. The harsh aroma of tobacco and dust was floating in the air. Jordan felt like he was home for once. He felt alive.

Suddenly, cold hands caressed his buttocks inside his briefs. The warm breath of the man tickled his little ears while he whispered how pretty and sexy he was. But he'd rather have heard that he was ugly and repugnant. He would have been more comfortable shedding his good boy image.

The soft light of day illuminated the living room. He stayed still, passive, as his jogging pants fell around his ankles. His whitties joined the pile. The coarse fingers explored his private parts. They squeezed his buns, his thighs and his pale belly. One of the large hands breezed to his groin and cupped the small package of smooth flesh dangling from it. Jordan's testicles took refuge up his abdomen and his sleeping pecker hardened in the moist hold.

"You're getting a boner, uh?" John murmured.

The little boy could sense the lust in the man's voice. The big guy was boiling with desire as he fondled his little dick. He moaned, excited by the rude touching. His penis swelled rapidly, the little mass of spongy flesh pushing against the folds of his foreskin to reveal the delicate knob.

"Sit down." John asked, guiding him to the sofa. Between his knees, the man licked his inner thighs. Jordan let himself be molested by the stranger. He spread his legs apart, offering his hardened boydick. The big tongue went wild on his wrinkled scrotum and sailed along the underside of his penis. In one bite, the mouth engulfed it all.

Jordan moaned again, thinking his balls would be sucked through his dick. He watched the lips clamped around his shaft sliding on the short length. "Ohhhrrrr!" he bawled as the suction intensified. A turmoil of vertigo made him light-headed. The big mouth sucked and sucked some more. He thought he would come right there and his dick would spit out the little gob of juice brewing in his nuts.

But, the next moment, he was on his tummy. The rough tongue furrowed in his butt crack. It ascended and danced around his anus. A new wave of pleasure ran through his young body. The wet sponge was insolent in its quest. It wriggled on his tight hole before introducing itself like an eel into the narrow orifice. Jordan groaned and drooled, pushing back his petite ass on the nosey probe.

"Get on yer knees, little whore!" the man commanded abruptly, pulling on his hair. Dazed by the turn of event, Jordan sat on his heels and looked hard at the adult while he pulled down the zipper of his jeans. The man exposed his large white sausage, flaunting the half-hard cock in his face. Despite his anxiety, Jordan's dickie remained stiff. And the man pulled on his hair again to bury his nose on his hairy crotch. The masculine odours filled his nostrils.

"You like my big cock?" John demanded.

"Yea." he pretended.

Holding the back of his head, the man smeared his mug with the leaky tip of his pole. It grew larger, gliding on his cheeks, his forehead and his lips. Jordan had never imagined he would see such an immense manhood from so close. The man rubbed his hairy balls on his face and aligned his turgid nine-inch [23 cm] cock towards his mouth.

The young boy melted, his bravery fading fast. "Open your mouth, little slut! SUCK MY COCK!" John insisted. The vulgar man made Jordan tremble, but he time he got insulted, he felt dirty, he felt better. His lips stretched over the circumcised helmet. "That's it! Eat my big cock, little slut!" John commented, invading the oral cavity.

Jordan gripped with two hands the base of the enormous prong and nourished himself with the burning flesh. The piece of vibrant meat filled his entire mouth. He didn't really know what to do. He twirled his tongue on the corona and slid his lips on the big inflexible tube awkwardly.

The big organ thrust more and more in his throat. He choked and backed off but the man pursued his invasive thrusts. Jordan was overwhelmed by the throbbing mass. "MMMMMMMM" he complained, his oesophagus clogged by the glans as if a chunk of bread was caught there.

The man grasped his ears and swung his penis in his mouth. "Ohhhh, yess, SUCK ME!" he exulted. "You like that big cock, don't you? I betcha you'd like to take it all up your tight ass?" he asked. But the little boy remained quiet, his mouth full of hot meat. The trash talk set him ablaze. He grabbed his little stiffy and beat off, savouring every second of the twisted scene.

For an instant, he wasn't a good little boy of eleven. He had become a sex object. The rapture of his debauchery whirled in his guts. The sap of his arousal crept up the canal. A powerful explosion in his balls sent a first milky jet out of his penis. His childish orgasm required all of his concentration. He forgot about the phallus twitching in his mouth.

The man took advantage of his momentary lapse of reason to let his cock vomit down his throat. The creamy sauce burst in his windpipe. He swallowed a second dose of the salty substance and a third. "ORGGH! ORGGH! Eat my sperm! OORGGH!" John groaned, pumping his seed in his mouth. Jordan drowned in the discharge. It streamed to his chin. The man pulled away and finished emptying his balls on his face.

An embarrassing silence hung over them. Bitter tears pricked Jordan's eyes. A certain sentiment of hate rose to the surface even though he had agreed to be humiliated like this. The man cleaned him up with a towel and smiled. "You can come back whenever you want!" he said plainly.

Jordan put his pants back on silently and took the money in the outstretched hand.

For many days, Jordan jacked off thinking about John's tongue in his asshole. He could picture the gigantic cock in his mind. The obscene words of that day were like a sweet symphony titillating his perverse lust. But the intense souvenirs withered with time. He fell off the wagon. He needed to go back regardless of the shame he had experienced.

This time they got completely naked. Jordan stretched on the muscular hairy body of the man to suck the long tower of flesh going all the way to his eyebrows. Meanwhile, the man spread his ass cheeks wide and darted the tip of his tongue at his anus.

They rolled on the mattress. They chewed on their balls. They sucked each other incessantly. The heat of the forbidden union permeated Jordan's body all the way to the bones. The adult games made his dick so hard. The man shoved a finger in his hole and teased his blossoming prostate, at the same time pulling hard on his pecker. He came. He howled with happiness. Afterwards, he sucked the man's cock and ate every drop of cum, enjoying every sordid deed that made him feel dirty.

Sitting at the dinner table with his mum, Jordan looked at her, musing about all the tiny sperms swimming in his stomach. She didn't suspect a thing. He would have liked to tell her how he gave a good blowjob. She would have died if only she knew that her precious son was the best cumdrinker of his primary school.

Jordan visited the pedophile more often to have him suck his toes and lick his hairless body all over. He was a God and a whore at the same time. The man inserted small vibrators up his backside to give him a taste of anal delights. Jordan asked for more, eager to come harder and longer.

He let himself be dominated and didn't show any opposition. The raging spankings turned the colour of his white mounds to a purple red. In the bathtub, his hands tied behind his back, the man pissed in his mouth and he drank the caustic urine. Soon, he had become John's slave, dedicated to satisfy his huge prick.

The most degrading chores contributed to his well-being. However, there was still a long road ahead to climb up the mountain of garbage before he was on top, triumphant and rotten. He sacrificed his butt to him. The man tried to penetrate him many times. But his virgin anus was tenacious and resisted all the attempts. He howled and winced in pain every time.

For a few nights, Jordan slept with a large carrot crammed up his ass. The skin became suppler and the sphincter dilated. He inspected the results, squatting on a mirror in the bathroom. His pink hole was opened slightly and puckered. After school, he took a dump and hurried to John's apartment. The man welcomed him with his usual smile.

"Stick it in my butt." the lad announced at once.

In the bedroom, they undressed in a haste. While the man covered his erection with lubricant, Jordan added, "Fuck me very hard 3;"

"Don't worry 'bout that, sugar. I'm gonna give you a pounding you won't forget!"

Soon, Jordan found himself naked against the wall, his feet wide apart. With the palms of his hands on the wallpaper and his fanny sticking out, he wiggled his toes impatiently, awaiting the invasion.

The large hands gripped his waist firmly and he could feel the bloated knob under his bumhole. He sat on it. The ring of elastic flesh expanded around the diameter. He quivered as the hard mass crept inside him. "ANNNNNNGGGGH!! ANGGHHHH!!!! ANNGGH!"

His legs were like jelly and the man had to support his weight on his cock or he would fall. He was impaled on a quarter of the spike now, burning and pulsing up his rectum. The man pulled on his hip and slid his distended anus along the bulky organ. Little cries of joy and suffering emerged from Jordan's chest. His head down, he watched the floor as the huge cock slipped in and out. "Yeeaaahh It's so gooood! OHHH! OHHH!"

"Just wait, little slut. We're just getting started!" John exclaimed, throwing his young partner on the side of the bed. "You're gonna get fucked now!" he muttered.

"Do it! FUCK ME! FUCK ME!"

The thick fuckpole pried his buttocks open some more as it sank deeper into him. "OHHHRRR!" The piece of fiery meat backed away and came again faster. Gradually, the rhythm of intercourse set in. Jordan began mooing like a cow while the man grasped his shoulders and slammed into him harder. His body stiffened. He was tense like the string of a bow. The man was sodomizing him with quick thrusts now. "ANNGH! FUCK-ME!!! YESS FUCK-ME!!!"

The steel rod plunged entirely in his little ass. The man grunted with each ferocious lunge and his heavy balls smacked against his round fanny. "You like it in the ass? uh? Like that! Ohhh yess, I'm fucking you like you want? Hey, little pig?" he grumbled, pistonning harder.

"ARRGGH!!! YESSS!!! YESSS!!" Jordan shouted at the top of his voice and then he cried. His little hand found his erection and pulled on it while the muscular man shook him like a puppet with violent assaults. The cornucopia of sensations put his brain in overload. The big spike thrust against his bladder and jets of piss flew out his tender penis.

Jordan could also feel the swollen member rub his prostate. Each delicious contact like a jolt of pure joy. When he reached his climax, a loud yelp of ecstasy rang in the bedroom. His asshole contracted around the fuckstick up his bum and milked it. The man had him in a solid hold and began filling him up with lava. "OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" he lamented. The hot semen spattered without respite it seemed. Buried deep in the child's ass, John ejaculated copiously, plastering his entrails. Then his rigid sex pulled out, like the trunk of a grand oak leaving his battered rectum.

Totally exhausted, Jordan wallowed in his urine. There was a big void between his little buns. The man's discharge and his liquefied shit came out of his gaping asshole to ooze down his thighs. He was dirty, violated and perverted. It was nirvana.

At that moment, he thought of his mother, the big loser. She wanted him to be an angel. But in due time, she would know everything. She would be informed about her cherished son, the dirtiest little boy on the planet.

The End