Debonair

The Skin Trade

I sit on the edge of the bed and open my thighs. My cock stands proudly from a nest of bristly hair, hard, the bulbous circumcised head looking like a football helmet. The naked boy scoots closer on his knees, smiles and nibbles along the underside. Oh Frankie, my little slut. Ten-years-old. Just a baby. An enigma. What have I done to deserve this? I am just another man.

"Why are you here?" I ask him. "Why do you come back?"

He doesn't respond, puts his sticky hands on top of my thighs and wraps his lips around my prick. I exhale loudly. His greedy mouth takes me in, suckles, and goes down onto the throbbing flesh. My eyes scan down his back to the cleft of his perky ass. Anger simmers in my stomach. I am weak again. The ruthless shark of the stock market reduced to putty once more.

My hands on his blond head, I push his mouth on my cock, urge him to absorb it all, all eight inches [20 cm], even if he has to use his throat to pleasure me. Yes, I admit that I flirted with the boy when he moved in with his mother in the apartment upstairs. I let him into my home, cuddled him and touched him. But I never thought it would go this far.

He gags on the mass, a brief instant of panic has him gasping for air. Then he continues to suck my immense cock. Always showing me his good side. His little tongue out, he licks the contour of the head. It glistens with his saliva. Oh Frankie, my precious lamb.

How I craved his presence in the beginning. Sullen boy, brave boy, hungry for the physical attention. The top of his head barely reached my nipples. Yet, I wanted him, yearned for the pure enchantment of his innocence. Our every meeting more forbidden, more dangerous. It had to stop. Soon enough, he would learn from society how vile and condemnable my behaviour was.

He came back again and again, banging on my door. In a momentary, lapse of lucidity, I screamed at him, "Go away! Goddammit! Go back upstairs!" But he ignored me, sat coyly on the couch until my admiration for his persistence got the best of me and the bonfire of my guilt faded to that of the flicker of a candle. Oh Frankie, naive little creature. Don't you know what lurks in the minds of men?

"Suck it better." I tell him. "Put your hands on it and SUCK that big cock."

He grips the base of the shaft and laps up the length of my phallus, collecting the dripping juices without a grimace now that I've taught him to swallow everything that comes out of it. His cheeks bulge, his slimy lips stretch obscenely around the diameter. I take my prick out of his mouth and slap his face with it. He hunches back on his heels and opens his mouth wide, waiting for the return of my erection.

"Am I doing it right?" he peeps.

"Yes, Frankie."

I stand up and feed him my meat. Why do you submit to this, Frankie? Why aren't you upstairs watching TV? I glance down at his hairless genitals, so small, so pink. He fondles his baby boner and groans as I thrust into his throat. I have to shut my eyelids tight to forget about the silly pale boy willingly accepting my huge cock, otherwise I will erupt, shoot my wad straight down to his tummy.

"Come over here," I command, dragging him by the wrist to the centre of the bed.

We embrace, roll together. My hard-on rubs wonderfully against his flat belly. His warm little body feels so good on my hairy chest. I squeeze him, run my hands on his downy back all the way to his firm bottom. He looks away again, disapproving of my penetrable stare into his eyes. Always showing me his good side. I trap his skinny legs between mine and cradle him.

"I wanna sleep here with you, tonight," he says.

Oh Frankie, sweet boy. "You can't. You know your mommy would have a fit!"

"She doesn't give a shit about me!" he barks. "Nobody cares about me!"

I caress the nape of his neck and draw his golden head next to mine. "You know what comes next, Frankie," I whisper, "I want to fuck your butt again. Now, would be a good time to leave, put your clothes on and go back upstairs 3;"

The little boy turns his back to me, rests on his elbow. Always showing me his good side. I fish out a bottle of baby oil from the drawer of the nightstand and lube my cock. "Frankie, this is it. I'm gonna fuck your butt very hard 3;" I speak louder. "You should really leave."

He doesn't budge, prevails as he has done so many times in the past to stay one more minute in my company. I raised his short leg, supporting it under the knee joint. The head of my cock finds the small funnel leading to his puckered anus. Oh Frankie, foolish foolish child. I apply a gentle pressure, distend the valiant ring of flesh. A single yelp escapes his lips, like a cry for help, "UGGGHHNGHHH!"

He scrunches his forehead, denies the pain. I slip my dickhead pass the clutching sphincter and pursue with the rest of my engorged pole. The raw intrusion has his dainty muscles all tensed up. I raised his leg higher, separating his white buns, to see, to believe that I am cramming my huge cock into his tight shithole again.

There are no tears in his eyes. Only the determination of a crazy kid. The skin of his anus shines bright red, stretched around my cock. Once I perceive he has loosened up, I start to pump his ass, with restrained strokes, adjusting him so that my steely pipe enters straight into his rectum. "Is this what you want, Frankie? You love my big penis in your butt, uh? Tell me?"

His blond head remains on the pillow. He whimpers then emits a feeble 'Yesss'. I move my hips, sliding my cock faster in and out of his asshole. "You better be liking it, Frankie. Cuz' I'm gonna do a number on yer bottom!"

With that warning, I hoist his waist off the mattress and drive my fuckstick in earnest. His buttocks clench on my cock, but it is too oiled up to impede my long lunges inside him. "UGH! UGH! UGH!" He grunts every time I plunge inside him. "Yeah, Frankie! That's a good boy! Take my big cock in yer butt! Ohh yeahhhh!" I shout.

"Yessss! UGHHHHHH! Yesss."

I grasp both his frail ankles and swing his legs around to bend him in two. On his back, twisted like this, he is so small and vulnerable as I sink into him deeper. The springs of the mattress squeak. His upturned ass is spread open. I slam into it hard and steady. Frankie stares into the empty space between the bed and the wall. "Look at me when I'm fucking you!" I remark.

"Nooooo," he mumbles, "I'm ugly."

I grab his jaw and turn his head the other way to inspect what he's been hiding from me, what we never talk about. The angry red blotch spans from his mouth to his ear, as if his lips had bled out on the side of his face. Indeed, a major skin imperfection. Three times the size as Gorbachev's blemish on his bald noggin.

"It's just a port-wine stain, Frankie," I say.

"I hate it. They all laugh at me. They call me names," he replies promptly, raises his chin, looking up into my eyes to seek a glint of compassion.

"If it wasn't there, they would taunt you with something else," I say. "Besides, you don't wanna be friends with people who can't see pass it," I add, kissing the large birthmark all over.

"It can be removed with laser!" He livens up.

"Forget it, Frankie." I stomp on his enthusiasm. "It's too expensive. Your mommy can't afford it. Some months, she can barely even make the rent."

His blond head falls back on the pillow. He stares out blankly. Always showing me his good side. I pull out of him and tell him to flip over. He obeys and leans over the pillow, remembering the other times when I fucked him doggie-style, assuming the position. Knees apart, shoulders low, so that his butt is high enough. In the valley of his buttocks, his gaping asshole gleams. I slip my cock into the hot aperture and dip my torso to get some leverage, my hands on to the brass bar of the headboard.

His little fist clutch the bed sheets when I start fucking him again. "Here we go, Frankie. This is gonna be a good hard fuck!" I rave, ramming my cock into his ass repeatedly. Within minutes of unvarying frantic fuck strokes, I am ball deep in his dilated asshole. "Ohhh fuck! Yeahhh ohhhh yeah Frankie, you got all of my big hard cock in yer butt! Yeahhh!"

His buttocks quiver like gelatin every time my pelvis collides with them. Like a drug addict, I shiver, savouring each second of majestic pleasure derived from sodomizing a ten-year-old boy. He whines, hammers my buttocks with the heels of his feet. His anus sucks on my cock like a milking machine. "Ohhhhh FUCK, you got such a great little ass, Frankie! YEAAHHH YEAHH!" I rave some more, pounding away into him.

Times flies. I ride him, holding on to his slim waist. Since I cannot see the defective patch of skin, he is more vigorous. He squirms, undulates to the rhythm of the copulation and cries out, "OOouuuh my butthole tingles good!"

I hook my arm over his thigh and tug on his stiff cocklet. "Cum, Frankie. Yes, cum with my big cock in yer butt." I say. He tilts his blond head back and pants. I pull on his penis faster, at the same time, jabbing my huge prick in and out. His little bone twitches, his whole body shudders. "Ooorrrghhh!" I burst out, letting the pleasure submerge me. My ejaculation is grandiose. A river of boiling semen gushes out of my cock, filling his bowels.

Once I am through draining my balls, I collapse at his side and bring him with me, keeping my dick into his guts while we bask in the glow of our mutual orgasms. A minute of silence or two later, he chimes hesitantly, "Will you go the doctor with me, and and pay to make my face like normal people 3;"

I kiss the top of his head. So this is what you wanted all along. Oh Frankie, and I thought you loved me.

"Yes, we'll go tomorrow 3;" I whisper and kiss the top of his head one last time, knowing that without his flaw, he will never be back again. Perhaps, I will see him, playing with the other kids in front of the house. Oh Frankie, my sad little freak.

You were always beautiful to me.

The End