Debonair

Sex, Lies and Videoboys

Chapter 1

"Put it in yer butt Danny 3;" the voice of the moviemaker said.

He nonchalantly gripped the pink dildo, greased with Vaseline, and aimed it at his rectal opening. His young heart pounded with the prospect of the painful intrusion. When a serene wave of courage washed over him, he pushed hard against the reluctant sphincter. The head of the penis-shaped instrument popped inside him and his toes responded by curling up.

The plastic thing seemed gigantic inside his anus. He pushed some more, shoving three inches [7½ cm] into his rectum. The room spun as if he had been drugged. All his senses were suddenly alive. He could feel every muscle tensing up, every nerve on alert, transmitting his suffering.

"Deeper!" the director commanded.

With both hands on the end of the tube, he pressed on. "Urggh! Ooooooo Urgh!" his mouth chanted. Four [10], five [12½], six inches [15 cm] vanished between his buttocks. "Owwww! Ooooo. Oh! Owww! OW!! OW!!!" his litany continued. The dildo was planted firmly up his fanny. His asshole didn't try to expel it anymore. He glanced at the monitor, seeing the small creature in the middle of the oversized couch with a large phallus splitting his butt open. He felt disconnected from the boy on the screen who had that big object protruding from his shithole, below his little nutsack. But it couldn't be anybody else but him.

Very gently, he moved the adult sex toy in and out of his hole. The skin of his anus strangled it tightly. Much to his surprise, he watched his tiny worm inflate on his bald groin. Sweat poured on his forehead. The dildo was sliding with more ease as time advanced. He dug his heels in the cushions and slammed the fake cock home, wailing profusely.

"That's it! Fuck yourself Danny! That's a good lil' boy!" the cameraman cheered on.

The tyke grinned devilishly, flattered by the words confirming his adequate performance. Along with the pain, there was something else happening. Good sensations all around his anal ring and deep in his belly. His two-inch [5 cm] peter was rock hard now, pulsing with tickly tingles. The ordeal wasn't that bad after all. He wanted it to last long. The gooey vibes were growing stronger and better. They were a pure delight when he plowed his poophole fast and steady. For two long minutes, he decided to do that, buggering himself with the hard man-sized penis. The living room reverberated with his shrill cries of bliss.

"Ohh! Ohhh! OOOOhh! OHHHH!"

The first lash of ecstasy made his head tilt back. His thighs quivered and his dickie shuddered. All the uncontrollable convulsions of his first orgasm frightened him an instant. "Unnnhh!" he yelped. But the soothing downfall of the immature climax reassured him.

The final demand of the pornographer had him blushing. Nevertheless, he parted his firm asscheeks and let the mechanical eye have a look in there. The camera captured on film his delicate pucker all red and agape, twitching in aftershock.

Geoff hit the stop button on the remote control and rubbed the lump in his stonewashed jeans. The images were burned in his mind. The first hardcore porno movie of his twelve-year-old life and it featured his kid brother! He never imagined the videotape he had discovered in Danny's schoolbag would yield such distressing results. The blond boy scratched his scalp. Who had filmed this? Why was Danny carrying the evidence of his sexual abuse with him? So many questions to delve into when all he longed to do was jack off. He rewinded the flick, slightly ashamed by the fact he was turned on by his sibling. The same bubbly little boy who slept over him in the bunk bed. Danny boy, the annoying puppy tagging along for all his escapades.

As the film played on again, he unzipped his pants and fondled his half-erect boydick. When Danny inserted the fat dildo in his tiny pink bumhole, his penis sprung to full mast. He stroked it slowly, awaiting the part where his baby bro fucked himself harder. A twisted fantasy flashed in his brains. The six-year-old was in the same obscene position, mouth wide-opened, whining from pain and pleasure. But it was his dick up his bottom. His hard juvenile organ gliding into the clasping orifice.

Danny's moans resonated. He opened his eyes and fixed the TV screen. His little brother was stabbing his entrails. It was so hot, so dirty! The frenzied sex fiend increased his self-fuck. He fisted his pre-pubescent dick like crazy, contemplating it. The folds of his foreskin slid up and down his spongy helmet, stimulating him to the max. He wanked faster, his dick on the verge of erupting.

"Oh shit!" Geoff cried out, an impending devastating cum about to smack him. The familiar porno star in the movie jerked from his baby climax. He let it happen too, joining his brother in bliss. His kidcum squirted all over his tummy. A dozen droplets of white milk landing randomly like raindrops.

Geoff observed the young teenager on the ramp. The boy of fourteen gracefully manoeuvred his skateboard, making it twirl under his sneakers. His extra-large white t-shirt flowed in the breeze exposing his muscular chest. On his gray army shorts, the patches of famous punk bands were faded, indicating it was his favourite garment.

"Hey Jared! Come over here!" he shouted at the black-haired boy.

The youth wheeled himself toward him and shook his head to move away the stray bangs blocking his vision. "What the fuck do you want dweebo?"

Geoff's anger ebbed as he stared directly into the piercing evil eyes of the street rat. If only he was bigger, he would punch his teeth in right away. "My brother told me 3;"

"I don't know what you're talking about!?"

"You made the porno movie you sick fuck!"

"So? What are you gonna do about it? You gonna beat me up?"

"How could you do that! He's a baby!" the twelve-year-old raised his voice, clenching his fists.

"Hey, he liked it! I think your brother's a homo!"

"Argh! Shut up! Give me back all the copies of the tape or or or else I'll kill ya!" Geoff growled, pushing the older boy.

"Oooo, you're scaring me! Anyway, I can't. I don't have it. There's a guy selling it on the net. Some perv is probably jacking off, as we speak, watching Danny's asshole! Cool uh?!"

Geoff bowed his head in defeat. The defiant lad's sentence summoned tears at the bottom of his blue eyes. Over the years, he had always protected his kin, sheltered him from the harsh world outside. There was nothing he could do to salvage the kid's dignity now. He had failed at his brotherly duty.

"Cheer up dickhead. Your folks won't hear about it." Jared said coldly. "Tell you what, I'll give you fifty bucks to keep your mouth shut."

"No way!"

"Okay then, I'll give you 200$ if you make this movie with this kid I know. He's ten-years-old but man, he's a great cocksucker! You can fuck him in the ass if you want." the teen grinned wickedly.

"You're crazy Wilmyre!" Geoff frowned in outrage. He walked backward pointing an accusing finger at the calm skateboarder. "You're a SICK FUCK! Get some help!" he roared. "I'll tell your dad! Better yet, I'll tell the cops!"

That evening, Geoff dialled up the numbers of the boy he despised. Jared was bad company in the neighbourhood. He feared him and admired him at the same time. He was the ultimate macho stud of the small town. A brash, rude guy, doing drugs and vandalism, never getting caught. When the mellow voice of the teenager answered, he fidgeted. "erh, Hi! This is Geoff. I'll do it 3;"

Walter Smith took a sip of coffee while the computer hummed, loading the files of Windows NT into its memory. A box with the FBI logo prompted him for his password to the network. A couple clicks later, he was on the Internet, his virtual workplace. Hunting pedophiles was his job and he was darn good at it he flattered himself. Who will I be today? he thought silently. Perhaps, a thirteen-year-old boy? Nah, I feel like being a little girl, he mused, writing the message to be posted on the newsgroups to entice his preys.

The reality was much different. He was a fifty-four-year-old veteran of the squad. The gray hair on his temples was respected by his peers. He had made his 200th collar just the week before. A poor married s.o.b. in Michigan who collected digital pictures of lolitas in all kinds of degrading sex acts.

The flag on the mailbox icon was up. He conjured the e-mail windows and scanned the list. Eight messages from girl lovers, four from boy lovers. The size of a particular entry attracted his attention. He opened it and read silently:

From: cSilva@devistar.com
Subject: sample
You will find attached the sample you requested.
We guarantee the best products and discreet delivery. Order now!

Within seconds, the mpeg file he had received was playing on the pc screen. A young boy's angelic face was grinning. The cute child was pre-pubescent. He had closely cropped brown hair and big ears, hazel eyes twinkling with mischievous essence. A disembodied hairy cock appeared to the right of the small movie window. The boy licked its engorged knob a few seconds and engulfed it.

Walter examined the images closely. The kid's rosy cheeks were bulging and his lips were stretched all around the thick shaft. It was no fake for sure. The youngster bobbed his head faster, helped out by the hands of the molester pulling on it to stuff his oral cavity with a more substantial chunk of his meat.

The cop sighed heavily. Who was so vile to do this? "Christ!" he muttered, turning his stare away in disgust. On the SVGA monitor, the young fellator had his eyes shut as torrents of greasy semen spurted on his mug. He opened his mouth and the last two jets shot on his tongue. Walter resumed viewing the clip just as the boy gulped down the dollops, his adorable face covered with the oozing white slime.

"Fuckers 3;" the FBI agent grumbled. "You're mine."

Geoff watched the screen test Jared had shot of him. The short sequence showed him in his red bikini, sitting on the teenager's bed, playing with his toes nervously. He had never seen himself in moving pictures. The blond double fascinated him. His facial features mirrored the anxiety he was feeling at the moment. "Take it all off cutypie!" the voice of the director exclaimed.

He saw himself stand and lower his underwear. The portrait of his elegant naked body startled him. All the colours of his golden skin were vivid. His pale midsection clashed against the rest of his beautifully tanned frame. The lens zoomed and his genitals filled the entire screen. There it was. His clearly defined white sausage dangling from the slope of his hairless pubic mound, supported by two cushiony plump balls. What a shock!

He put his undies back on bashfully. "Where's the other kid?" "He'll be there in a 3;" The doorbell interrupted Jared's reply. Geoff drew his knees to his chest on the bed. A million butterflies fluttered their wings in his stomach. He wasn't warm to the idea of his sexual adventure being distributed all over the world. But the opportunity to have sex with something else than his hand was too alluring. He had fantasized about the unknown boy, painting him docile and willing on the canvas of his thoughts.

His heart sank when Danny waltzed in the room. "No way man! This is nuts!"

"Change of plan. It's you and him. The perverts love that incest stuff 3;" the teenager declared.

"I'm not gonna 3;. do it with my brother!"

"Why not? It's not like he's gonna die or anything. Besides, Danny wants to get laid."

The six-year-old boy nodded sheepishly, his feelings hurt by the rejection of his elder. "I want a Gameboy!" he whined like a siren.

"No Danny! Go home!" Geoff barked.

"C'mon, it's only sex. Bing-bang and it's over! Nobody's gonna know! Danny promised he would keep the secret. Is that right?" the dark-haired boy asked.

"Yes." the youngster peeped, nodding in an exaggerated way.

The two blond siblings looked at each other. Geoff surveyed the laddie's summer apparel. His socks were mismatched and Kool-aid stains adorned his t-shirt. Why the hell was the chance of porking the runt gnawing at his will? His dick was itchy, blurring his reason. "Come here." he said.

The child brightened and leaped in the lap of his twelve-year-old mentor, his giddy cries of acceptance echoing in the makedo film studio. "It's gonna hurt when I put my pee-pee in your butt. You know that?" Geoff informed the lad, forgetting he had already jammed a dildo in his behind.

"Uh uh." Danny murmured, basking in the comforting embrace. "I like to put things in my butthole 3;" he blushed.

The amateur Fellini turned on the Sony cam and focused on the couple. Geoff undressed his brother like he had done a thousand times before for his bath. This time, he breathed loudly on the nape of his neck as he removed the miniature clothes. They had been intimate in the past, comparing woodies in the tub. Geoff even showed him his new ability after he spilled his very first load. The little boy had had a fit of laughter when he ejaculated a timid glob right on his bellybutton.

The exuberance of the naughty rascal cast an invisible barrier between him and the camera's voyeuristic prying. They were alone in a bubble, sharing a forbidden moment of closeness. Geoff peeled his brother's star wars underoos off, then his own. It was natural to be naked with him. Nothing special for the duo made of the same flesh and blood.

Danny straddled Geoff's crotch and planted a wet kiss on his lips. He returned the affection, tasting the sugary flavour of grape juice on his breath. They hugged amorously, their young peckers swelling between their connected bodies. Danny keeled over on his side, amused by the unusually kind disposition of his big brother. The latter lurched on him to devour his tits. He tickled his ribs and the vibrant child giggled, wiggling his ten tiny toes.

Geoff's lips travelled on his elfin body until they reached his scrotum. He gobbled up both marble-sized balls and swirled them in his mouth. Danny turned serious abruptly. His brother swallowed his thingy and began suckling it. He moaned from the surge of nice sensations boiling under his glans. The older boy suctioned his pricklet to the root and he melted, going limp on the mattress in an ocean of bliss.

Jared circled the underage stars, doing close-ups of the action. He couldn't help but smile as he filmed the first blow-job of the six-year-old. The look of total satisfaction on his cute mug was priceless.

Geoff swam to the kid's torso for his reward. He slapped his penis on his upturned nose, smearing it with pre-cum. His boycock was so hard. It was the longest it had ever been, three and a half inches [9 cm]. The foreskin had retracted completely off his fiery red knob. He rubbed his pissslit on Danny's lips, urging him to appease the fury of his lust. Danny's jaw dropped, allowing access to his moist cavern and he thrust his erection. The elastic lips milked his turgid wiener gloriously.

"Ohh, suck it Danny!" he groaned, feeding him his boymeat.

The little boy's hands explored his pendulous testicles like a new toy, doubling his pleasure. He pulled on the child's noggin, plunging the tip of his boyhood in the narrow throat, choking the boy 'til he learned instinctively to breathe through his nose in order to receive the full length.

With his dick still in the kid's mouth, Geoff twisted and rolled to haul Danny over him. His hot tail was right on his chin. He continued sucking the tender hard-on of his brother, looking straight up at his pink rosebud winking in the valley of his buttocks. Such a pretty puckered hole he was dying to sink into. As Danny slobbered over his rigid member, he siphoned the teeny morsel of excited flesh. They were becoming one, mimicking each other's tricks and emitting muffled wails of joy.

"Fuck him now!" Jared broke the magical interlude.

Geoff scowled at the rugged teenager for reminding him he was a puppet in his movie. He slithered away from under Danny's tummy. His penis was coated with spittle, gleaming in the sunny bedroom. He considered how he would mount the child. The mere thought of what he was about to do nearly triggering his cum. He placed Danny's ankles on his shoulders and uttered softly: "Are you okay?"

"Yes. You can stick it inside me Geoff 3;"

As much as he cherished the kid's unconditional love, right now, the only thing he wanted out of him was his bubble butt. Hurting his dear brother was out of the question though. He had opted to climb on him from the front specifically to see on his face, the hurt he would cause. That way, he would be able to control himself and kiss his brother's forehead to make the pain go away.

All eyes were riveted on the short rod, poised at Danny's puckerhole. Geoff pushed his slippery helmet in and moaned from the incredibly hot tightness. Slipping into the boy was like putting on a dishwashing glove. The assring gripped his penis almost painfully.

Despite his grimaces, the youngster had not complained during the penetration. Geoff eyed his hairless groin flat against the child's bony ass, disbelieving he had stuck all his boyhood into it. He pumped gently then faster. Danny was still smiling, it livened up his spirit. He pushed away his short legs further and raised himself right on top of him.

Jared appreciated the position. He had a clear angle of the horny brothers' intercourse. "Fuck him harder!" he ordered.

The twelve-year-old didn't have to be told twice. He chewed on the little boy's neck and began fucking in earnest. All his good intentions flew out the door. He drilled the tight hole with savage intromissions, feeling Danny's fingernails scraping his back as he desperately tried to hold on to him.

"Uhhh Uhh Uhhhh Uhhhh" the six-year-old wailed, his body bent in two at the mercy of his wild brother. He managed to sneak his hand between their bodies and wanked his wobbly boner to the tempo of the sodomy. "Uhh yess!" he cheered, recognizing the similar shocks of pleasure he had felt before. The electrifying climax came sooner this time, the more Geoff slammed his penis frantically like a young dog. "OHHHHH" he cried out, biting his lower lip, stiffening from the enigmatic trance of ecstasy.

Geoff kissed the trembling lips of his shivering brother. He was so close also. Just a few more minutes and he would be there. The child's anus was stimulating him so wickedly. He was addicted. He was walking on a cloud. The orgasm hit him like a freight train. His balls exploded, sending liquid bullets up his sore penis right into Danny's rectum. The intensity of the instant was memorable. His asscheeks clenched uncontrollably. His mouth moaned and without warning it was over, even though he wished he could cum all day long in his brother's rump.

Walter waved his security card in front of the decoder and gained access to the computer intelligence's room. The rush of electronic beeps and people chattering overwhelmed him. He stepped forward, military style, toward the nerdy fellow who was assigned to do his dirty work. The young man's office consisted of two tables with four monster machines on them. A box of pizza lay on the floor at his feet while he typed away.

"I've got something for you Simmons." he announced, depositing a printout on his keyboard.

The man adjusted his glasses and picked up the sheet of paper.

"Trace this, I need it now." Walter commanded.

"I'm kinda busy this week. But it looks easy. The path and the ID seem correct and we already have connections with Devistar."

"I don't care what you do. There's a scum probably raping children while we're having this pleasant conversation. So get going."

"No problemo senor. I can get you his briefs' size if you want! Aren't computers great?"

"Groovy."

"People don't say that anymore Walter." the technician grinned.

"Just do your magic Simmons. I'll buy you a beer when we nab this pig 3;"

"So did we make some money?" Jared asked, bursting into his brother's room.

The seventeen-year-old boy turned his head away from the computer screen to greet his younger sibling. "I didn't have time to go to the postal box. I had a test this afternoon."

"I bet you skipped school and surfed the net. That's what you did!"

"Shuddup."

"I have a bad vibe about this Markus 3; What if we get caught. Are you sure nobody can trace us?"

"I'm the wizard, remember? Make the tapes and I will take care of business. By the time you get your license, you'll be driving a fucking Ferrari!"

"Shit man, I dunno. We already raked in a grand each. Maybe we should stop?"

"You gotta be kidding? We just started."

Jared paused and fiddled through the pages of a computer book on the desk. It was all a mystery to him, an intriguing world his brother Markus had mastered over the years. They were totally different. He preferred sports and hanging out at the mall, while the older male studied electronics and telecommunications. Sometimes, he wondered if they came from the same woman. But the late teen's physical appearance was clear proof of their kinship. He had the same healthy black hair, the same slim stature. They had both inherited their dad's dark eyes and evil smile.

The scheme had begun quite by accident because this kid Steve couldn't handle booze. It was a tradition to get the thirteen-year-old drunk on Fridays and watch him make a fool of himself. The boy lost track of every crazy thing he did. He kissed the dog, pissed in a glass, ate bugs and didn't recall his actions the day after.

They had taken digital pictures of him jacking off and circulated them on the Internet. It was just a stupid prank to see the boy's eyes bug out when they downloaded the images of his public humiliation. Even Steve laughed at the hilarious display of his intoxicated self petting the frisky snake. The response they got was astounding. The pervs really craved that stuff. Some of them were prepared to dish out a lot of dough for more.

"You should see the e-mails I got today. A bunch of weird requests." Markus mumbled. "Look at this one!"

Jared leaned over his brother's shoulder to read the short e-mail. "I can arrange for that! Piece of cake."

Chapter 2

"I'll kill you Jared if anything goes wrong." the girl snarled.

"Go on, you're gonna be late for the movie. Do you wanna keep your boyfriend waiting? Me and Travis, we can handle it."

"Don't mess up! I'll be there at eleven o'clock before his parents come back. It better be spotless in here."

"Yeah, yeah. Bye Jenny!" the teenager sang, pushing the girl out of the door. He winked at his alleged babysitting assistant. The ten-year-old boy was grinning from ear to ear. His outfit was perfect for the shoot; an ivory t-shirt, skin-tight orange shorts and plaid socks. The boyish attire assuredly would please the audience. He glanced down at the bump near the kid's zipper. "You're stiff! Does it ever get soft Travis?"

The young boy stuttered, straightening his short pants. "It it has a mind of its own 3;"

The scrawny kid was a blessing. A great asset in the enterprise Jared had built with his big brother. The red-head was on all the tapes he had filmed so far. There was nothing too repulsive or too extreme. His unquenchable sexual curiosity had driven him to do the most dirty things; suck a dog, participate in golden showers and get spanked until his buns were purple.

Jared was fond of the pasty white boy with abundant freckles. He was protective of him, uncertain if the child was actually a sex maniac or simply doing it to get attention and make friends with the boys he slept with.

"Are you ready Travis? You know what to do?"

"Yup!" the little boy yipped, scratching his boner.

"Let's go, he's in that room I think."

The baby gurgled in his playpen, running from one end to the other. He stopped on a dime at the sight of the young boy closing in on him. Small hands grasped him under the armpits and he flailed his podgy legs all about. Travis cradled the two-year-old like a mother, rocking him in his arms.

"Put him on the couch." the teen proposed as he loaded his camcorder with a fresh videotape.

Travis tickled the infant's feet, mesmerized by the supple dexterity he displayed to evade the annoying touch. The baby swung his legs in the air and brought his toes to his mouth, denying him another shot at the sensitive sole of his tiny foot. For an instant, the ten-year-old paused before unsnapping the diaper, afraid to reveal an unpleasant surprise. But there was no poop.

He dove immediately on the wrinkly nutsack to munch on it. His saliva lathered the new set of balls. The toddler's giggles ripped from his thorax. His minuscule circumcised penis was almost non-existent, hiding in the security of the chubby pubic mound.

Jared scurried around the scene to catch a better view of the tot's crotch. He zoomed on Travis' tongue waking the sleeping organ. The boy flicked his oral tool at the cherry dickhead and it rose from its shrivelled state. The mini dick expanded rapidly, becoming a one-inch [2½ cm] joystick. A delectable pickle Travis serviced with dedication.

The baby's cooing and gibberish exhilarated him. He sucked harder just to hear his endearing reactions. He wanted to make him cum but renounced after a while. Instead, he flipped him over and spread his satiny cheeks. The toddler's hole was just a pink dot. Carefully cocking his head sideways not to block the shot, he darted his tongue at the orifice, then licked all around it. He stuck his tongue out as far as he could and buried it in the tight circle.

Jared alternated in filming one of the baby's end beaming, drooling a river, and the other, being rimmed exquisitely by Travis the wonder boy.

The ten-year-old boy flipped the baby once again and stripped out of his shorts. He introduced his penis in the infant's tiny mouth wondering if he would hurl it out. The tot instinctively grabbed his peter and suckled the dickhead like it was a big nipple. "He's sucking me!" Travis raved.

The discovery surprised him. He watched the lips eat his boner a while and placed his hands behind the fragile head. With cautious lunges, he fucked the baby's face. The toddler didn't cry. He balanced his hips, faster and faster until his little nuts were bouncing against the boy's chin.

"Ohm yeahh ohhh!"

The pleasure was mounting in his boycock. The smooth gums were like the touch of an angel on his turgid pecker. He fucked as hard as he could and groaned in the throes of his boyish climax. "Uunngh.. I came in his mouth!"

"Don't snooze. Check your laptop!" Walter reminded Simmons of his duty. "As soon as he logs on, I want break that door down."

"We could be in this freakin' car all night. You know that?"

"Like you have anything better to do."

"I do."

"Don't make me laugh. You're a computer geek." the FBI cop sneered. "What's the name of the scum again?"

"Chris Silva. And 3; he got online chief!" the young man flinched.

"Let's go."

Walter lurched out of the unmarked sedan and waved to his men in the van. The group raced across the street toward the pink suburban house. They exchanged nods and the frontline rammed their way inside the cottage. "Go Go Go!" Walter shouted. He followed the cavalry and frowned, looking at the puzzled look he got from the officers.

Behind one of the door, he found an elderly woman sitting in front of an IBM machine. The recipes for strawberry jam on the screen told him right away something was very wrong about this. "What's your name maam?"

"Christina Silva." the woman answered. "Have I forgotten to pay any parking tickets?"

"Search the house!" Simmons screamed to the crew.

"Are you out of your fucking mind!" Walter growled. "Do you really want tell grandma here she's the kiddy porn mogul of America? You screwed up Simmons!"

"I 3; I 3; I 3;" the technician stuttered. "I guess the guy stole her username and password and telneted himself on the server."

"Whatever! Get back on it. I want the correct address in three days! You hear me!"

"Yessir."

Travis stretched on the pillow and spread his slender legs. He had kept his striped socks on and a t-shirt. The cold breeze gave him goose bumps. Jared had insisted to leave the window ajar to dissipate the stench of sex. He dipped his fingers in the jar of Vaseline and lubed generously his asscrack.

"You look through here and press here to record." Jared instructed.

"I've use one of these before." Geoff retorted to the underwear-clad teenager.

"Okay then. Do a test, film Travis like that."

The blondie's hands were unsteady as he pointed the camera at the nude boy. He grasped the machine firmly and shot the scene of the quiet lad, resting peacefully, his glistening rear end high and inviting.

"Good work Geoffy. I'm gonna nail him now. He's probably gonna scream but don't freak out. Travis is a just a born squealer!"

With that, the muscular young teen escalated the mattress and removed his jockeys. Geoff's iris bulged at the sight of the long pole bouncing under a patch of black hair. The boy's balls were heavy and low unlike his own equipment. He concentrated on the area as the fourteen-year-old lubricated himself up, massaging the Vaseline in every crevasse of his impressive tool.

Jared wiped his hands in a towel and advanced toward the hot boytail. He rubbed the tip of his large penis between the ten-year-old's buttocks, sensing him receptive and relaxed. "You wanna be fucked Travis?"

"Yesss." the child whimpered.

Jared relished the feel of the penetration, the intense communion, the vise-like pressure of the hairless ring around his cockhead. He entered the boy and ejected again and again, enlarging the boyhole, watching it dilate from his restrained assaults. "Uhhh uhhhhh uhhhh!" Travis lamented throughout the procedure. His white cheeks were separated wide by the older male to present the marvellous jewel they were concealing.

In due time, Jared plunged in the recess of the warm rectum. The kid's insides had been thoroughly flushed to accommodate his hardness. He had no hang-ups about homosexual sex but he didn't want shit on his dick. His embedded seven-incher [18 cm] was hugged deliciously by the firm mounds. He smothered the little boy with the bulk of his weight and pumped slowly. "You have such a hot little bum Travis 3; You like my big cock in your ass uh?"

"Unnngh yeahh! Fuck me!"

Geoff witnessed in shock the bigger boy slam his fuckstick deeper into the redheaded child. The muscles in his legs strained as he shoved himself fiercely. "Oh fuck! Urg Urg FUCK! Urg" Jared grunted, squeezing Travis' forearms, crushing him under his humping abdomen.

"Ow! Uhh uhh Uhhh uhh uh OW! OWW! FUCK MY BUTT! UH UHHHH OW!" the little boy chanted, louder and louder, with the gradually increasing pace of the copulation.

The skateboard boy hissed, hearing the child's wails. The fever pitch pleasure was mind numbing. He slipped into high gear and sodomized the pre-teen doll ball-deep, ramming and pounding his iron spike into the anal channel. The sound of his bollocks slapping against the perky bottom mixed with the repetitive creaking of the bed and the kid's suave moans turned to shrieks. "ARGH! ARGH! FUCK ME! YESS YESS FUCK ME HARD! ARGGH! ARGH!"

The powerful pistonning was relentless. Travis writhed and yelled. He didn't have to make the slightest effort to shag the pillow under his loins. His stiff pricklet rubbed the fabric strictly from Jared's Herculean thrusts. His head shook back and forth, making him dizzy. The sustained jolts of massive pain and pleasure were eroding his sanity. He began to sob, totally lost in the paradise borne out of the greatest fuck of his life.

"ANNNHHHH! I'm cummmmmmming! Uhhh UHH! UHHHHHH!" he panted and shuddered.

Jared felt the anal lips compress his penis with each burst of the child's orgasm. He rutted madly, going for the gold. His whole cock ached in the searing heat of the little boy's burning guts. "URGH! URGH!" he growled like bear, nearing the point of no return.

The sudden ascent into Nirvana paralysed him. He regained control of his body and pulled out feverishly to show the camera his quaking penis, vomiting a violent flow of adolescent cream on the distended asshole of the small lad. The red anus opened and closed, eating the viscous sauce. Some of his volleys blasted on Travis' back and his buttocks. The accumulation of jizz raced down his backside and dripped from his scrotum.

The girl's words echoed in his head. Jared dashed to meet with his brother, about to climb the porch of their home. "Wait Markus! I've got something to say to you 3;" he shouted. The short distance seemed like a mile. He was suffocating, gasping for oxygen. "We're cooked man! They're on to us! Nancy said the cops busted her grandmother's door last week!"

"I told ya, there's no way they can find us." the late teen snapped.

"Don't use her account anymore! Take another one, please!" he begged, struggling to catch his breath.

"You're crazy. That e-mail address is everywhere on the www. We're gonna lose all our orders!"

"Forget the damn orders!"

"Calm down. I'll use more proxy servers 3;"

Markus unlocked the door and ambled in the hall, his younger bro in tow, cussing and sulking. What awaited them in the living room was the most horrible tableau; four dapper men in jeans and navy blue windbreakers, handguns out in the open, fingers on the triggers.

Their folks' eyes were boring into them, leaking silent tears of disapprobation. The pile of videotapes and a bag of pot, nagged them on the coffee table. It was hell on earth. The nightmarish vision rattled their brains. They stood mortified, drowning in the grave solemnity of the ambiance. It was only for fun! Nobody got hurt! Jared yearned to scream.

Walter slicked his gray hair back and stepped forward, dangling two pairs of silver handcuffs on his index finger. "The party's over guys 3;"

The FBI agent lounged on the motel bed with the personal gratification of a job well done. The anchorwoman reciting the news finished with the world events. He increased the volume and listened carefully to her sensuous voice.

"In regional news. The FBI arrested two teenaged boys from Severick high school today, who sexually abused several young boys of the Olympia district. Brothers Markus Wilmyre and Jared Wilmyre lured the kids to their home and filmed them while they had sex. Twenty videotapes were confiscated, depicting children as young as two, engaged in sex acts, including sodomy. The tapes were later sold over the Internet. The juvenile aggressors will be detained at the youth centre until their arraignment. FBI agent Walter Smith, who was in charge of the investigation said he believed the teens were dangerous and had behaved in a predatory manner. He stated to the press that he would fight to make sure they were tried as adults. If convicted, the brothers could face up to twenty years in jail."

The End