Debonair

The Stash

with Sequel

The Stash

Chapter 1

The quiet neighbourhood had something extra. It was populated with boys, my number one passion. Every evening, I would stroll on the cozy streets, watching the kids play basketball in the driveways of their family home. From my living room I could see them. I often opened the windows to hear their soprano voices ringing as they shouted during playtime.

Sometimes two boys would ring my bell to sell me chocolate, or scouting calendars. I would grin at the sight of those cuties so close to me. A full-blown pederast. How ironic. Don't get me wrong though. I loved them all and would never act on my feelings or in any way hurt these beautiful angels.

I've had my chances before. I could have done anything I wanted also with the new paperboy. He idolized me the first time we met. The kid came to collect his due that first Sunday. I had pancakes on the stove and the aroma was enough to lure him inside the house where I offered him some. Only twelve, he was already kind of a rebel at heart. Dressed in stone-washed blue jeans with holes in them and a black GNR t-shirt. His sandy blond hair was long and unkempt. A small golden earring pierced his left lobe. The tightest little ass filled his constricting denims. And from I what I could tell in front, he was well endowed for his age.

Danny noticed right away my electric guitar in the corner and asked me to play for him. I unloaded the classics: Smoke on the water, Back in Black, Paranoid, etc 3; His eyes lit up as I my fingers danced on the strings.

For the weeks to come, we bonded together. He told about his father leaving when he was four. We even spoke of his sex life and I was the sole one to know of his first ejaculate. I guess he realized how much it excited me, seeing me nervous, when he explained in details his jack-off sessions. How he masturbated violently his boydick, his body tensing. How he could tell when he was about to come. How he looked at his white seed flowing from his pissslit on his belly and how he dabbed his fingers in it to taste his own semen.

He even asked me to watch while he was doing it. To see if he was doing it right. An offer I declined, with regrets.

I was doubly blessed also. Two kids from the street where living right next door. From what I could figure. The first brother was called Joey and he was eleven. While his young brother J.J. was ten. They owned an over ground pool in the back yard and I longed for hot summer days to arrive when I would see them swimming in it.

The father of these two boys had no wife. But he seemed to manage very well raising his two sons on his own.

That year, summer was late. But finally, hot days came around and I was ready with my binoculars to watch the exquisite show. From my bedroom window, I could spy on the yard of their house. All day, I waited for the spirited lads to take a swim. Around two p.m., their familiar voices echoed in the house and I took my post.

I cursed the fashion world. Speedos were out of style and they both wore those boxer swim trunks. Joey had apple green ones and J.J. wore bright yellow ones that went to his knees. The paleness of their white skin glowed in the sun. Something that would change as the weeks passed by.

Joey's hair was a light burgundy, a big contrast to little J.J.'s red mop. They both wore it short. You could tell they were siblings, but J.J. had two prominent front teeth and freckles on his upturned nose.

I grew elated when as the afternoon unfolded. The fabric of their swimsuits were soaking in the water. Soon their bathing suits were heavy and slipped slowly down their slender hips, showing the crease of their little round asses. This occurred mostly when they would climb the ladder to dive from the platform. If they climbed too fast, the garment would slide completely giving me a nice view of the firm little globes of the boys.

They made 'Michael Jackson' dives, which consisted of grabbing your crotch and yelling 'hi hi' then leaping in the water. All the time, under the watchful eye of their father Jim.

Just as I thought it was over, the best was yet to come. Both kids quickly removed their wet suits and dried themselves with a towel, right in the middle of the yard. I almost fainted at the sight of their naked forms. Their perfect glistening bodies. Small little uncut penises barely twenty feet [6 m] from my eyes. Neither of them seemed ashamed of his condition as they cavorted around before entering the kitchen.

For the next weeks, I scurried from work. The boys didn't wear their swim suits for a very long time anymore. For hours, I would watch them skinny-dipping. Their boyish dicks flailing between their thighs. The brothers had an unusual game. They would spank each other's butts any chance they had. An erotic spectacle that clouded my mind for a long time. They often wrestled in the water, clinging to each other's bodies and getting raging stiffies.

One special afternoon, when their father was obviously not there, I noticed the boys were oddly quiet in the pool. They were facing each other and smiling. I assumed they were stroking each other's little prick. Joey whispered something in the younger boy's ear and both of them raced out of the pool. They crept in a corner of the yard, next to the shed, a very apparent hard-on in their bright damp shorts. Joey glanced around the yard, checking to see if anyone could see them. But only I, with my front stage view could stand witness.

The eleven-year-old reassured, kneeled in front of his younger brother and pulled on his swim trunks. Within a second, he began suckling the small two-inch [5 cm] wiener of J.J. The face of the red-haired boy contorted with pleasure. Quickly they traded turns and the youngest swallowed his elder's boydick. Both kids giggled as they sucked their dinks, exchanging thirty seconds blow jobs.

The more they became excited, the more they moaned loudly. I could see it all. The humid little lips sliding on their engorged prepubescent organs. They both had retracted the skin of their glans and the glistening purples heads of their little woodies was clearly visible from afar.

J.J. climaxed first, his body convulsing. And later on, his older brother achieved the same, a small yelp of dry orgasm escaping his little mouth.

I considered buying a camcorder at that time, to record everything for cold autumn evenings.

An amazing turn of event happened later that week, while the boys were swimming naked. Their father Jim came out of the house with his own camcorder and began shooting the two devilish boys.

Both mischievous little males didn't mind showing it all off for the lens. They jumped from the platform totally naked and even wrestled on the grass, their lean bodies entwined in the innocent confrontation. Jim had brought out a game of twister and taped the kids while they took on precarious positions, their now tanned bodies mangled on the plastic mat.

The next demand from Jim raised my eyebrows. He asked them "show me your butts." Placing both little imps on the edge of the pool, he recorded the backsides of his sons. They parted their asscheeks and their pink puckered anuses were captured for prosperity.

Afterwards, he requested that the boys have stiffies. The youngsters seemed accustomed to it all and fondled their shrivelled pricks, smiling at all time until they were sporting hard little poles. The man continued taping his sons in all kinds of tableaus that didn't look too family like. Not the kinds you would show to your grandma.

That evening, I pondered the day's event. Maybe the man was dumb and didn't realize how erotic the images were? Perhaps he was a freak pervert also 3;

The doorbell chimed and Jim was at the door. I sweated heavily, fearing I had been caught at my frivolous game of spying.

"Hi sir?!" I welcomed him.

"Hi! My name is Jim. I live next door. I'm going on vacation this weekend and was wondering if you could take care of the house?"

"Yes yes sure!" I answered nervously.

"Ok. Here's the key. All you need to do is water the plants and feed the cat. Maybe keep an eye out for burglars. And thank you very much!" the man smiled, ambling away hurriedly.

My heartbeat was erratic when I entered the house Saturday afternoon. Jim's place was tidy for a father on his own. The silence was eerie compared to the sounds I would hear from it usually.

I climbed the stairs to the boys' bedroom. Careful not to move anything, I laid on one of the beds and smelled the sheets. The essence of boy was still there. The small room was not unlike any juvenile room. With toys scattered around and posters of sports figures.

The only thing out of place was the camcorder, resting on a dresser. Why would a father trust his boisterous sons with such an expensive piece of equipment? I ejected the tape and ran to find a VCR, hoping it had the sequence I suspected.

The machine was in the basement. The viewing room was small and dark with no windows. It reeked of cigar and spilled whiskey. This was definitely Jim's private place. Seemed like it took forever to rewind the tape. But it was worth it.

The first part showed yesterday's adventure. My cock ached in my pants as the camera pried between the little boys' cheeks and shamelessly closed up on their erect penises. In the next scene, Jim was talking with Joey in the boys' bedroom, instructing him to hold the camera steady. The eleven-year-old wasn't very good and images of the ceiling and carpet flashed on the TV. Until finally, he controlled the piece of equipment and focused on his father. He was there with young J.J.

The ten-year-old was naked and kneeling patiently, waiting for his dad to unbuckle his pants in front of him. "You're gonna suck daddy good!" the voice of Joey resonated behind the camera. The man slowly lowered his underwear and his huge cock sprung into the face of J.J. The small boy was grinning, eyeing with lust his daddy's meat. His nimble fingers fondled the large penis. He began licking right away the skin of the long appendage.

The man moaned while his son explored his crotch. His small mouth gobbled up the big sausage and his lips stretched all around it. "Oh yeahhh suck it J.J.! Suck daddy! You're a nice little boy!" the adult muttered.

The young devil with red hair giggled in between dives on the large organ. From time to time, he peeked at his father's face, to see if he was performing properly. But the man lost in a trance, had his eyes closed and was caressing the kid's hair as he slurped on his turgid fat cock.

The camera zoomed in, and the entire screen was filled with the impish face of the child providing generous oral service for his daddy. The boy bobbed his head faster on the red knob, making his creator groan with pleasure.

"Uhhhhh yesssssssss!" he hissed. "That's it J.J. ohhh yeah!"

With those words, the strong man's body convulsed and jets of sperm erupted in the kid's mouth, like an explosion. As much as the ten-year-old tried to swallow the load, most of it gushed from the corner of his lips. The big male pulled out his spasming cock and it flared time and time again, spurting ropes of white cream on his son's mug until it was covered with a coat of sticky glue.

Sitting the boy on his bed, the man said "it's your turn" and promptly engulfed the two-inch [5 cm] erection in his mouth. The sperm-covered lad moaned loudly as his father hungrily sucked his small pecker.

The man alternated between munching on the little hairless balls and licking the tiny dickhead until his pre-teen son yelped from an intense dry orgasm.

And then the pictures vanished from the screen.

My heart was ascending up my throat. All the time I imagined the man coming back early from his vacation and discovering me in his private place with his sons' sex tape in the VCR.

As I regained my composure slowly, I noticed from the corner of my eye a large piece of furniture, an armoire. Both doors were locked with a chain and a huge lock. For I second, I figured it was a liquor cabinet. But plenty of bottles were in display on the shelves. The key had to be somewhere in here. Like a psychic, I paced around the room, not searching, just 3; feeling. The bookcase called me and I browsed through the titles. All classics. My fingers grabbed the Charles Dickens novel, Oliver Twist as if they weren't under my control. In the middle of the pages, a small golden key gleamed in the dim light.

Anxiously, I opened the lock and peered at the wooden armoire's content. My eyes bulged as if I had discovered a treasure chest. Rows of boysex videotapes were lined up on the four shelves. An amazing collection of the most vile and illegal acts on film. As my eyes scanned the boxes excitedly, my breath grew erratic. The titles danced in my head, Porno Kids, Little Brothers, Horny Lads, Backdoor boys, and some I couldn't pronounce. The movies were from every country of the world, American, German, Danish, Russian, Chinese etc. The front of the boxes were pretty tame, but as I looked at one's back, I could tell they were hardcore.

My mind whirled. The family would be back in approximately 24 hours. Barely enough time to rent a second VCR and copy one tenth of the tapes out of the 200 that were there. Quickly, I sketched on a piece of paper the order of each of the movies I selected. Where they were positioned precisely so Jim could not tell the difference when he returned home. Avoiding the ones with too much dust on them. One single fingerprint could betray my presence. With a box full of goodies under my arm, I sneaked home and dashed to Blockbuster for a recording machine.

The gizmos installed and a cup of strong java in my hand, I was prepared for the sleepless night. The first flick I copied was an unmarked one from Jim's private collection. It showed his two sons Joey and J.J. 69ing at every stage of their young lives. 5 years old, 6 years old, right up until now, a work in progress. It was quite fascinating to watch the boys' erections grow in size as their hairless bodies took on more weight.

The second movie had a picture of a what seemed like a small brunette on the cover. The first images tricked you into believing that, as an eleven-year-old child played with her doll on a bed. Wearing a pink dress with pink nail polish, pink sandals and ruby lipstick. But soon, a teenager appeared on the screen and started fondling the girl's lacy panties. He pulled them down roughly exposing a tiny uncut peter.

The teen of about fifteen urged the boygirl to suck him, pointing his big hard on at his young face. And the underfed lad proceeded, slurping noisily on the erect member. Later on, the little boy's dress was ripped from his lithe frame by the teenager. He mounted the pussyboy with coarse movements. Pushing the girlish kid on his back and raising his slender legs in the air.

Dressed only in his pink sandals, the young child whimpered as the thick cock entered his asshole. His high-pitched cries rose in the room when the fucking began. For long moments, the teenager pounded half of his hefty prick deep inside the small boy, taking him like a girl.

The final scene ended with the teenager spurting his abundant seed on the kid's quivering violated hole. I came at that very moment. It was the first moving pictures of a kid getting screwed I had ever seen. Guilt and excitement soared in my thorax. I could have had a fulfilling life with only these thirty minutes. My jack-off fantasies would have been amply satisfied. But there were more.

In the next offering, a small boy no more than nine was smiling wholeheartedly, drowning in the comfort of a huge leather armchair. He undressed with sexy overtones. Slowly and with luscious looks of precocious lust on his mug. Completely nude, he flaunted his slim tanned body at the camera. Pushing his firm rear end and parting his asscheeks for the world to see. His tiny bumhole was winking. I gasped upon noticing the brown ring. The kid was no virgin. It astounded me.

He sprawled in the big chair and caressed his hairless nuts. The squeals coming from his mouth were grossly exaggerated. Nevertheless, they aroused me profoundly. He masturbated for a while and a man lurched from the left side. The small child opened his mouth naturally to accept the adult's exposed erection protruding from his jeans.

The man gripped his black hair and thrust his long cock into the willing mouth. Making the tyke's rosy cheeks bulge. The kid's eyes were filled with twinkles while he received the sliding hardness between his lips.

Another male materialized to the right and replaced his friend in the sucking mouth. The young star bobbed his head, alternating on both large organs. Taking the two pulsating pricks in his tiny hands, he kissed the bloated knobs and licked all around the beefy shafts.

The intruders masturbated fiercely in the end. Squeezing their massive cocks with rapid hand strokes. Almost in unison, they ejaculated profusely on the child's face. The bubbly urchin opened his mouth wide. It was full in no time from the blasting semen. The spasming manhoods erupted again and again, splattering the innocent mug of the kid. He was flooded by the deluge of discharge and gasping for air. The two adults collected the globs of jizz and brought it to his greedy lips. He ate everything without one argument.

I moved to the next movie in haste. My dick revitalized by the hot scene I had just witnessed. The introduction seemed rather innocent. Just a kid barely out of pre-school, bouncing and cuddling his baby brother on his lap. The youngster unfastened the one-year-old's diaper and toyed with the miniature penis. The infant's chubby genitals were oversized between his stocky legs.

He leaned over the giggly toddler's sex and sucked the tiny morsel. The baby hard-on rose out of the layers of fat the more he suctioned. A spray of yellow urine startled the apt fellator but he continued pleasuring his immature sibling nonetheless.

Dropping his shorts at once, the young baby molester tentatively rubbed his pricklet on his brother's lips. He slipped his short willy into the toothless mouth and the young plaything took over. Suckling his boy bone like he would a warm bottle of milk. Plaintive moans escaped the child's lips. The unknowing tot obviously doing a marvellous job on his raging pinkie-sized tool.

He turned the defenceless toddler on his tummy, his rock hard pee-pee wagging in front of his body. The few squirts of baby oil he squirted in the asscrack elicited muffled cooing. He wedged the bottle right onto the minuscule shithole and sprayed the insides of his kin.

The lens approached its voyeuristic eye as he spread the plump milky asscheeks to find the tight entrance. His thin dick entered easily. Soon he had lodged his two inches [5 cm] deep into the brand new ass with no effort.

Gripping the burly baby under the armpits, he strolled in the room. Bouncing the kid on his penis. As if he had been born horribly deformed and the foetus had grown out of his crotch. For long minutes, he impaled the quivering mass of flesh onto his young fuckstick.

Much to my amazement, the gurgling infant didn't cry. His round face beaming, probably tickled pink by the pistonning iron peg up his butt. The wicked buggerer strained to keep his balance while he pleasured himself with the clasping anus.

His soprano yelps of bliss overshadowed the squishing sounds of his copulation. He sagged to the floor, catching his breath. Still idly swaying his hips to fuck gently the baby boy.

I imagined it wasn't the last time it would happen. The duo would probably enjoy a fruitful sex life for the rest of their early years. On my second cup of coffee, I pressed play for the next showing, prepared to be dazzled once again. The screen filled with two kids of six or seven years already nude on a bed. I sighed, slightly annoyed that the director had robbed me of two great boy strip teases.

A husky man with hair on his back surged between them, his enormous cock right in their cute faces. The playful couple tugged on his steely phallus, testing its rigidity. He urged them to kiss it with a strong European accent. The two pre-teens acquiesced without fussing. Each one taking a side of the engorged monster. The blond kid at the east licking the shaft. The brown-haired on the west side, kissing the pulsating flesh.

The muscular adult grew bored quickly of the clumsy stimulation. He unfastened the lid of a jar of Vaseline and my blood froze. I couldn't believe he had the intention of sticking his mammoth tool up the perky little asses of these two striplings.

He gripped the blond angel by his wrist and applied a generous coating of the lube to his hand and arm. On all fours, he grumbled something. The frail kid behind him smiled to his buddy. They chuckled as he shove the tip of his stubby fingers into the man's hairy asshole. Pushing steadily, he inserted half of his palm in there. Flattening his thumb, he plunged his entire hand into the bloke's rectum.

The large man jacked-off fiercely while the tiny boy twisted his fist into him. Again he spoke his gibberish and the kid pursued his invasion. This time gliding his thin arm more rapidly into the warm canal, right up to his articulation. The expression of pure delight on the adult's bearded face had me squirming. He was savouring every second of the kid's limb in his entrails.

The young tyke removed his arm, puckering his nose in disgust at the sight of his soiled skin. The other boy had a slightly bigger forearm. Still, he buried himself elbow deep into the man's backside. More courageous, he fisted the dirty cavern, sending the man over the edge. While he watched the man's huge dong spew its load, he punched his empty insides with vigour.

Being in a filthy mood, I decided to put After school petting in the VCR. I had an idea of what it was about. The grainy picture confirmed my intuition that it was made in the seventies. Where anything went.

A young boy of eleven pretending to be back from school strolled in his bedroom and swiftly shucked his uniform. The blue blazer and shorts, gray shirt and socks flew in the air. He slipped out of his undies unbashful, displaying his limp boyhood.

Two bulky Rottweilers crawled to his feet. He petted the first black dog while it sniffed his hairless genitals. The playful animal began lapping up his penis and the boy put his hands on his hipbone. For a moment, he eyed the slimy tongue lick his little rod to hardness. It was a messy wet blowjob. Drool slopping everywhere.

The horny lad examined the canines' tail ends and bent his knees behind the female dog. With an energetic shove, he penetrated the bitch. The sullen beast didn't complain, unruffled by the slim pole of her master. The little boy fucked her puffy cunt with frenzied hip thrusts. His hands gripping the fur to keep his balance.

The male Rottweiler howled beside him, getting aroused by the aura of lust in the small room. His veiny penis out of its sheath. Obviously disgruntled that he wasn't the one humping the juicy doggy vagina.

While the child continued fucking the bitch, the forsaken dog reared his big nose in between their frames, washing the female's pussy with his pink tongue as the little hard-on jabbed into it.

Getting the message, the human boy crept under the hind legs of the massive male. The red spear slapped against his nose as the eager dog fidgeted. Parting his lips, the youngster let him in, taking the slickened erection firmly in his mouth.

Humping with natural fervour, the stud fucked the little boy's mouth. He in return, moaned sensuously, his oral cavity full of dog meat. For five minutes, the camera did close-ups of the unusual blowjob. Never once did the kid shy away from the musky smell or bitter taste, taking as much of the hot sausage down his throat.

The slippery dog prick began swelling hugely. The youth knew better than to keep it in his mouth. It ballooned to amazing grotesque proportions, all the time spurting thick cum on the boy's face. The animal must have spilled a pint for I watched it ejaculate for at least a minute. Right till the last drop, the pre-pubescent boy remained there, getting a shower of dog jism.

Feverishly, I popped the seventh movie in the machine. My cock ready to shoot again. It was an offering from Thailand. An orgy of ten boys sucking and fucking for one hour. The bronzed-skinned children ranging from eight to twelve really knew on to put on a show. They jumped from one body to the next, licking asses or small boners. Everyone of them getting sodomized by a wild chummy impatient to cornhole.

As I replayed the scene of the youngest getting fucked at both ends by two older mates, my seed splashed across my chest.

Chapter 2

The soviet production was about two brothers. The younger one of eight years had a beautiful flawless face and hazel eyes. His big brother twice his age, had the same dark hair. This was the real thing. Even the facial expressions attested to their kinship.

They were nude in no time and the youngster loved to roll his tongue all over his big brother's dickhead. The teenage tool was quite impressive but fit nicely into the kid's hungry mouth. They were definitely quite used to the drill. The little boy had learned to service his sibling with masterful swipes and slurps.

The tall male moaned and groaned while he watched the pre-teen do his cocksucking job. Finally, he blew his massive load all over his little brother's face. What the kid couldn't catch in his mouth to swallow, the other boy licked off his mug. Eating big dollops of his own cum.

Then, the randy rascal squealed while his older sibling smeared jam on his hairless genitals. The hot teenager went to work on him ravenously. Sucking and nibbling his marble-sized balls and tiny cocklet. Cleaning his entire crotch of the sticky breakfast staple.

Turning the child over, he poured a great amount of chocolate syrup in his asscrack. The look of delight in the kid's shiny eyes was exquisite as he got rimmed by the sixteen-year-old. For a long while, the big boy licked and kissed the minuscule bumhole. Parting the lily white buttocks to snake his tongue into the narrow opening. An amazing incestuous session.

The quality of the colour movie made the experience the more stimulating. For I could clearly see the moist tongue slither into the kid's anus. Dedicated to pleasuring the lively boytoy, the adolescent mentor sucked and licked until the young child cried out his dry climax. I had never heard an orgasm as vocal as that one. The high-pitch screams of ecstasy made me shiver to the bones. The small boy nearly fainting out of joy.

The next flick was a monstrous contrast and would prove to be an exercise in degradation. The opening scene showed two men holding leashes. As the camera scanned down the leather reins, I was aghast to see four naked ten-year-olds on the grass floor. Each one supporting a big leather collar wrapped around his neck.

The two masters strolled in the big yard of a miniature German castle as if they were walking the dogs. The foursome hurried to keep pace, crawling on the luxurious lawn. All the time, the camera eye ogled between their skinny legs. Capturing their flopping genitals as they moved briskly on hands and knees.

They were made to behave like animals. The kids obeyed readily, sniffing each other's butts or licking their limp penises. The boys were paired and performed a sixty-nine under the sun. They slurped on their little boners until all of them had achieved an orgasm.

The indoor scene must have been shot over a long period of time. For all four kids were filmed separately in a large bathtub. While one of the man pissed in a boy's open mouth, forcing him to drink his acid. The other one took a long leak right into his gaping butthole. I figured these urchins had been deflowered a long time ago. Their little holes were loose enough to accept the flow of urine. Their bowels were filled to the rim with the yellow liquid and it seeped down their snowy thighs.

The nastiest part of the film was after that. All the boys were given enemas and took a noisy dump in the same bowl. The two men laughed while the pre-pubescent naked lads emptied their guts. One of the men grabbed a mushy turd in his gloved hand and fed it to the first boy. The youngster writhed as he bit into the foul excrement.

The next one reacted much the same, swirling the piece of shit in his mouth, unable to gulp it down. In the end, all the children had consumed half of their human waste without vomiting. Brown feces was smudged all around their lips. They were literally hosed down to cleanse them of the stink.

The kids' ordeal wasn't over. They bent all around a king-sized bed while the two tormentors greased their large pricks. The ruthless adults hopped from one boy to the next. Pumping their little asses with their huge cocks. Every child was blindfolded and could not dread the next brutal intrusion.

They yelped in surprise each time an engorged log was crammed up their butts. The two men migrated at random. Fucking the arse of a kid for only a couple of minutes before going to the next one.

I noticed that the blond lad was getting more than his fair share of buttfucking. He was assuredly the favourite of the two fellas. They both decided to climax into him. Sodomizing him violently. My penis spurted on its own. Overexcited by the sight of the ten-year-old's elfin body, getting shaken like he was in the middle of a destructive earthquake.

The men shot their wads into his rectum and the movie ended with close-ups of the four boys' ravaged assholes. I cleaned myself up and continued my copying. The sunrise washed the living room with its warm rays, reminding me of how little time I had left.

On the screen, a sturdy man was hauling a small boy on his lap. He pulled down the back of his shorts and began a repetitive motion with his hand, spanking the kid's bottom without mercy. The first hour documented the same treatment to other boys of all ages. They got spanked with slippers, rolled magazines or paddles.

Most of them disapproved of the punishment. Probably uncalled for. They wiggled in the powerful grip of their tyrants. Yelling and weeping while their cute buns were heated up by the stinging strikes. But one boy in particular, with red hair and an evil smile, kept begging for more. Egging on his abuser to do more damage to his tender behind.

"Spank me harder! HARDER!" the nine-year-old commanded, receiving the painful slaps on his buttocks. The strong man raised his palm high in the air before hammering it on the quivering globes. The delicate skin turned to red very fast. When it was over, the defiant lad's ass was crimson all over and glowing. Not a single centimetre had been left untouched.

The movie culminated with an upright thirteen-year-old boy, his legs and arms spread as if he was mimicking an X on Sesame Street. The kid's wrists were shackled to the ceiling. His ankles bound in the same manner to the floor. A tall man dressed in black leather from head to toes, pranced around him, examining his developing body.

The boy was very handsome. Only an hint of peach fuzz over his dangling circumcised pecker indicated he was at the onset of puberty. His fleshy rear end was the focal point and the adult massaged it lovingly. He gave his instructions to the lad. The boy was to get his boydick up or he would beat his bum until it was so.

Folding a leather belt in two, the man attacked the kid's backside with a vengeance. His instrument biting into the virgin skin. After each loud whack, the boy responded with a piercing shriek. The punisher's energy at full load, he clobbered the child's back, thighs and ass with all his strength.

The noise of the ferocious beating made my teeth cringe. The vulnerable boy was arching his body, trashing against his metal bonds, hoping to avoid at least one of the harrowing blows. He abandoned the fight after five minutes, accepting his suffering and whimpering as the belt reddened his firm buttocks.

His eyes closed, the young martyr concentrated on his goal. His limp peter twitched to life, rising slowly between his slender legs. The big man renewed his efforts, pounding faster. I was astonished to see the boy's little cock stand hard like cement and wondered how he had managed to find arousal in this slave game.

The satisfied torturer kissed his restrained victim on the mouth. With just a few flicks of the wrist, he made the dehydrated boy come. His penis squirted its timid load in front of him and he moaned, finally relieved of the sadistic nightmare.

The following flick was quite amateur. Four late teenagers drinking beer surrounded a naked twelve-year-old in some basement. The hairless boy was jacking off much to the amusement of the tall males. The image focused between his legs and I noticed a white dildo stuck up his butt.

The kid tugged on the plastic tube. I winced, realizing the size of the sex toy. One of the voyeurs handed him a vibrator, and he shoved it in his dilated anus. The buzzing sound resonated on my eardrums. He was really enjoying the electric tremors. The whole crowd roared with laughter when he reached orgasm, squealing in delight.

The unruly boys kept bringing more things to stuff up his butt. He accepted all of the oblong objects, even stuffing the handle of a tennis racket inside his guts. Understandably, his boyhole was loose and irritated. I could see right into him.

All the young males undressed from the waist down after that. Their hairy cocks ready for a hot gangbang. The youngest of the adolescents at sixteen commenced the ritual. He fucked the kid square in the ass for long minutes until he shot his balljuice deep into his colon. The submissive plaything didn't complain. His lamentations reverberating from time to time when the older lad really drilled him hard.

The next boy preferred deep penetrations. He sank his entire seven inch [18 cm] tool into the slippery bumhole and only withdrew a couple of inches during the slamming contest. "Look at this!" he called his pals. As the group of drunken teenagers huddled, he pushed one of his balls into the distended rectal opening. Then pinching the other nut, he succeeded in inserting his whole scrotum right into the kid's fudge tunnel.

My eyes itched at the sight of the entire genitals crammed into the red anus. As if the little boy's ass had sucked the teen package like a vacuum. The lanky pre-adult bucked his hips, sodomizing the young child awkwardly. He pulled out swiftly, dragging the ring of skin with his balls. The tip of his cock spit cream in rapid bursts right into the enlarged cavity.

The last two teens grabbed the pre-teen roughly and pounded their large erections at the same time into his white butt. One on top, the other under. The very young hero yelled from the painful stretching. They rubbed their fat pricks together, fucking him with rhythmic thrusts.

The grimaces on the child's face were of pure pain. His tender behind possessed grotesquely by the two throbbing fuckpoles. He yelped each time they pushed to get more of their large meat into him. The heap of legs and arms moved on the carpet in the trance of their passion.

Both teenagers strained hard to get their share of the pleasure, rocketing their dicks into the child's rump. They climaxed one after the other, filling the boy's bowels with gallons of thick semen.

I was dizzy from then on. My mind couldn't compute the stream of pornographic images. The next four movies presented very short scenes. Boys fucking boys. Boys sucking men. Cousin having sex with cousin. Grandfather sodomizing his five-year-old grandson. An entire family of white trash fornicating in a trailer home. Little kids getting raped by older boys. A whole soccer team engaged in an orgy. Young children whipping masochist adults. Little boys tied to a wall and tortured with clothespins on their titties and testes.

I took a fifteen-minute break to feed my supplicating stomach. The ham sandwich hit the spot. My watch rang to tell me I had one hour left and I took my seat again, eager to resume the odyssey.

The final picture I duplicated was unbelievable. It was introduced by an eleven-year-old boy confessing how much he enjoyed getting fucked in the ass by big cocks. The blond beauty still had a veil of freckles across his face and his words were the dirtier coming from such an innocent creature.

He stripped completely, flashing his sexy child body to the lens. A black man joined him on the bed, his huge dong already erect and drooling. The man was truly a giant. So much so that the kid could barely swallow the head of his enormous rod. I was impressed by the imp's determination. But no matter how much he tried with his lips and tongue, he could never be able to satisfy the large black sausage.

The ebony monster grew bored quickly of the lack of excitement and turned the boy over to lube his well-used asshole with KY. He slipped on two condoms on his huge organ. I figured the man was given the order to last long. The two coats of latex would certainly fulfill that aim and postpone his climax.

He split the kid's butt with his long pole and buried himself into his rectum, stretching his little hole but good. Amazingly, the rascal absorbed the full ten inches [25 cm] inside him, squeaking a bit at first. After his sphincter had relaxed, the wiry fortress of muscles went to work on his little white ass, rabbit fucking the kid for ten minutes non-stop.

The boy's mouth spewed a symphony of grunts while the massive cock plowed his entrails. The cameraman was an expert and zoomed in on the immense tool penetrating the delicate anus. Capturing every second of the wild anal ride.

For the first half hour, the big man sodomized the little demon in all kinds of perilous positions. Sitting him on his prong, or bouncing on his frail body like a spring. The little boy smiled throughout the whole violent episodes.

The happy buttfucker removed one condom and continued banging the willing child in the butt for another half-hour. I was bewildered and doubted my eyes. But the little boy was really relishing the mass of black meat pounding deep into his guts.

After a full one hour, the dark-skinned man tugged on his last rubber. The pre-pubescent lad had came at least four times from the anal onslaught. The exhausted couple fused once again in the middle of the mattress. The meek child crushed under the weight of his heavy partner. The youngster got fucked roughly again until finally the man pulled out and drenched his smooth buns with torrents of manjuice.

I ejaculated my final load, my testicles feeling dried like prunes. The burden of Jim's collection in my home was heavy on my soul. I zipped my pants and rushed to his place. The little plan I had drawn was useful. I returned every cassette to its original spot. Locking the armoire, I placed the key back in the book at page 111.

The big house was exactly the same as when the family had departed. I was rather proud of myself and whistled back home for a deserved eight hours of sleep. The images of the illegal movies replayed in my dreams.

Jim didn't stop by to show me his gratitude. I found a note in my mailbox the next morning. As I read it, my nerves rattled: "Thanks again for looking over the house. You might have to do it again next month! P.S. The next time you watch my tapes, please rewind them 3;"

The Stash Sequel

Chapter 1

I spied on the sleazy father from my window. He was acting as if nothing had happened. Mowing the lawn carelessly in his ugly flamingo boxers. The nightmares disrupted my sleep for days. I saw myself in a casket.

On a particularly depressing morning, I decided to go meet the stranger and get things cleared, once and for all. Perhaps, my sincerity would convince him that I had no intention of divulging his penchant for nasty underground videos.

There was that other thing also, I must avow. I had watched the few copies of his stash I had made, over and over again. I was addicted. The simple fact that an armoire full of the stuff was sitting barely forty feet [12 m] from my home was enough to drive me crazy. I wanted it. I needed it. Especially after I had stumbled on something that obsessed me greatly.

At the end of one of the flicks of my own precious collection of fifteen videos, there was a short sequence of five minutes, previews. The producers were actually promoting their other titles as if they were a big Hollywood studio. I replayed it for half and hour. Somehow, I had this intuitive impression that Jim possessed all the offerings from the short clip.

The previews started with an assortment of underage starlets dropping their shorts seductively. But just as they were about to show it all. Their briefs uncovering the root of their little penises or the cleft of their firm rumps. The images moved to another kid fully dressed. These bastards really knew how to tease you!

The last two minutes featured close-ups of the grimacing faces of stunning young lads. Their mouths wide opened. Obviously in the midst of a thorough bumfuck. The soundtrack consisted of the grunts and wails of a child in the same situation. His shrill soprano voice yelling "Oh Fuck me! Fuck me!" After a fade out, the ordering address in Europe came up.

My plan was set. There were french pastries in the fridge that I had purchased for the sole purpose of introducing myself to Jim's family. I didn't wanna ring his bell feeling hot and bothered. God knows what stupid things my dick could make me do sometimes. A fresh-levelled head was what I required.

So I popped in the machine one of my favourite. The ten-year-old in it was the prettiest puppy I had ever seen. With big brown eyes, a broad smile and a cute little cut dickie that was hard for the duration of the scene. He was kneeling in front of his older brother, a gangly seventeen-year-old, scarred with acne.

The kid could deep throat like nobody else. He opened his trap willingly and the late teenager fed him all his prick at once until his hairy ballsack was crushed against his chin. The little boy's breathing was loud as the tall male fucked his hot mouth. The camera moved to the back of the pre-pubescent boy to give us a look at the big white dildo crammed up his perfect butt and returned to his cute face. He was moaning in delight, crossing his eyes to look at the long sausage sliding in his oesophagus.

The teen groaned more and more. He pulled out his snake from his kid brother's throat with a frantic haste. The small lad barely had time to wink at the lens wickedly before the large organ delivered rapid jets of greasy cum from its pissslit. As if he was taking a warm shower, the impish child shut his eyes and basked in the outpour of jizz sloshing on his mug. The voluminous load dripped from his jaw onto his hairless chest.

While he licked his lips, my cock shuddered in my hand. I was ready to hop to Jim's house.

The man didn't seem surprised to see me at his doorstep. He accepted my rich deserts and invited me to come back for supper when we could feast on them. I desperately longed to watch the rest of the stash. But I wasn't prepared at all to spend one dime for it. If there was one thing I didn't wanna encourage, it was child porno. I figured, perhaps naively, that if it happened to fall on my lap at no charge. The viewing of it wouldn't be considered a sin to my half-Christian soul. Most of these flicks had been made before the seventies and the damage had already been done to these innocent creatures.

The great majority of the boys seemed to enjoy the revelations of their sexuality. It comforted me. Nevertheless, I didn't wanna participate in any way to the creation of these underground treasures. There would be no injection of money in that industry from my part. Exhorting Jim to lend me some of his tapes out of the kindness of his heart would prove quite a challenge.

I was very nervous when I sat at the table of the odd family that evening. The boys were quiet and well behaved. Throughout the meal, I wondered if they would crawl under the table to suck their father's cock. It didn't happen. They were precious darlings and remained at the centre of our conversations.

Joey and J.J. were elated to tell their tall tales of childhood life to me. I kept myself appropriate. Interested, but not too much that it would betray my attraction to them.

After coffee, Jim brought me down to his private room in the basement. The place that haunted my sleep. He shut the door and sat on the couch puffing grandly on a large Monte Cristo. I sipped a glass of cognac to appease my inner turmoil.

"Aren't you afraid I'm gonna rat on you?" I commenced bluntly.

"Not at all my friend. If you had any intention of doing that, I would already be behind bars as soon as you watched the first film from my collection."

"Don't you wanna know how I feel about it?"

"Not really. I figured you are either one of three things. One, the most indifferent person on the planet. Two, a strict advocate of privacy. Or most likely three, a raging pedophile."

Jim sneered, his hand still pointing the three fingers he had used to illustrate his statement. I was fuming inside. "I may be what you claim I am. But at least I don't fornicate with my two sons!" I growled.

"Wo! Back up the wheelbarrow! My boys discovered sex on their own. I never lured them into anything buddy. They are brothers. And siblings tend to play with themselves. On top of that, they probably have my genes inside their little frames. I'm a very sexual man mister."

"Aren't you ashamed when you watch your nasty tapes?" I confronted the man. "The kids in them could be your sons getting raped or snuffed?"

Jim paused to reflect on my bold question. "Of course I feel bad when I get an erection watching the heavy stuff! There I said it! But don't anyone tell me to my face I'm a monster! Not when all the arrogant allegedly decent individuals on the rest of this freakin' planet let millions of children starve in Africa. Not when grown men do not hesitate to kill a baby with a riffle because of some stupid war! If the supposedly civilised countries of this god forsaken world ever decide to clean up their act and live as intelligent humans, believe me, I will castrate myself with a chainsaw. Until then, they are hypocrites and guilty as much as me."

I sat frozen by the flow of words spewed from the Jim's mouth. After his eloquent presentation, he rose from his seat and opened the armoire.

"Now my friend." he said. "If you are so good and wholesome, you will certainly refuse this offer." My heart raced in my chest, awaiting the next sentence from Jim. "You can take five tapes and bring'em back Sunday."

I wanted so much to piss off the big guy and decline his proposition. My feet walked on their own to the large piece of furniture. As I chose five videocassettes at random, Jim whispered: "Aren't you ashamed when you watch my nasty tapes?"

The first movie I devoured brought back the exhilarating thrills of the weeks before. Even though I had plenty of time to duplicate the forbidden picture, something exciting boiled inside me. The illegal nature of my action was tickling me. Like a little kid who knows he's not supposed to do something.

On the screen, the gray image of the stall of a public latrine appeared. It remained empty for a few seconds until a little boy entered. He unzipped his pants and peed in the ceramic bowl. For the greater part, the toilet cam movie was all about that. A parade of young lads taking a leak. I couldn't help but chuckle when two rascals played a game of pissing as far as you could. It seemed the voyeurs who had ventured into the game of spying had caught a dandy though. A very handsome eleven-year-old stepped in and began fondling his boydick instead of using it for its other purpose.

From what I could tell, he seemed very horny that day. His hand was really flying on his four-inch [10 cm] canon. He fisted his erection for long minutes, much like what I was doing myself. A thick squirt of kidcum exploded from his pisshole and splashed in the stagnant water. I was impressed. For such a young boy, he could come a lot!

The other outbursts paled in comparison to the first one. Still, I was aroused like hell and wished I had been there to collect his fresh cream.

Contrary to the first flick, the second one had bright and vivid colours. A seven-year-old was humming mindlessly in a tub, unaware of the prying eye of the camera. The director managed to capture many images of the naked boy's front before the child raised his head and brightened. "Hi uncle Frank!"

"Do you want me to lick your feet again?" the man inquired.

The small kid's face beamed with joy and the camera was set on a tripod overlooking the bath. The sweet angel thrust his left foot at the adult's face. The fetishist didn't think twice and lapped up the wet sole of the miniature foot, eliciting thunderous giggles from his nephew.

He nibbled each teeny toe lovingly and swirled his slimy tongue between them. I could see the bulge in his trousers as he performed the oral massage. He repeated the ministrations on the right boyfoot. From then on, the man asked the little boy what he wanted to have licked on his delicious body. The kid took the lead. With his girlish voice, he requested that his bottom hole was tickled.

Bending the kid over the edge of the bathtub, the adult parted his firm white buttocks. The pink rosebud was minuscule and concealed between the small mounds. The strange uncle slurped on the virgin anus with vigorous swipes of his big tongue. At times, spearing into the tiny orifice and transforming the impish seven-year- old into a squeal machine. My cock was rock hard while the man ate that kid's ass out.

The session lasted well into the second half of the movie. Inevitably, the tyke's cocktail wiener was stiff as a nail. The adult continued his oral delights on it. He swallowed the small rod in one bite and suckled it. Even the kid's pea-sized balls could fit inside his mouth at the same time.

When the child cried out his dry orgasm, he unleashed his aching penis from his pants. Placing his nephew back in the water, with his delicate legs sticking out of the bathtub. He began rubbing his fat cock between his two tiny feet. Squashing it hard. With just a few swings of his hips, he ejaculated. His huge organ shooting a shower of manjuice on the little boy's face and chest.

The Japanese offering I viewed after was quite intriguing. It presented short tableaus of young Asian boys getting roughly manhandled. The faceless men tore their clothes and tied them up into all kinds of provocative positions. Spread eagle or Jack-knifed. They had really elevated bondage to an art form.

The most fascinating scene was of two nude kids tied face to face. Their mouths locked into an endless erotic kiss. Like Siamese twins joined at the lips. The great majority of the lads were sucked to a dry climax. Their muffled moans and wild eyes spoke volume on the extent of the pleasure they were experiencing.

In between the bondage scenes, colourful Manga cartoons flashed on the screen in small episodes. The well-drawn images excited me as much as the real thing. The complex storyline revolved around a gang of ruthless children who went around the neighbourhood raping every toddler they bumped into.

The final boy to be tied was a delicious eight-year-old. His feet were bound behind the back of his neck along with his wrists. The men carefully ran strings in his asscrack and fastened them in a way that his buttocks were separated obscenely. The virgin pucker was gloriously exposed. A big glob of lube was smeared on it and the entire area gleamed under the spotlights.

The camera circled the tiny butt in order to obtain the best vantage point as a man slipped his index finger into the tight poophole. He quickly added a second digit, making the captive lad squirm. The gripping ring of flesh stretched around the invading probe. The child had not been gagged this time and his wails of pain were vehement.

Continuing his asshole torture. The adult entered a third and then a fourth finger. Enlarging the elastic anus practically to a breaking point. When he joined his thumb to the others, I gasped. For a while, the child pleaded in Japanese. His face covered with sweat as the five fingers fucked his rectal opening to the first knuckle.

The Asian boy sighed when he was delivered. A close-up showed his gaping orifice irritated and discoloured. The man began rubbing his erection on the dilated anus. It was clear he had no intention of taking a plunge. Content with just rubbing the quivering entrance to the kid's guts.

I heard him breath louder. A thick rope of semen erupted onto the valley of the child's bum. Followed by more outburst of the white goo.

The next movie was very amateurish. It had obviously been done with a hand held camcorder. A quiet lad of thirteen was lathering up his still hairless body in a typical gym shower. The date at the bottom of the screen read 12/07/96.

A group of five jocks, all-naked, burst in the chamber, howling like wolves. The leader of the gang tackled the helpless youngster to his knees. "You're gonna suck us Jarred!" he grumbled. "Yeah suck my cock first little faggot!" another adolescent shouted, generating a wave of laughter from his pals.

The frightened boy sobbed openly, breathing erratically, as the rowdy pack encircled him. He eyed the wagging hard-ons with fright. The horny athletes masturbated idly in front of his face. One of them twisted his head and shoved his hairy pole down his throat. The shivering prey choked and pushed away the brutal assailant. It angered the crowd. A tall male yanked him by the hair. "You better blow us Jarred or we'll rip your asshole! Is that what you want?"

It was enough to persuade the young boy. After that, he obediently swallowed the beefy pricks poked at his cute face. The rest of the muscular teenagers laughed and joked, jacking off their hard dicks as they watched the kid blow a buddy.

The young teen at the centre of it all had a raging stiffy between his pale thighs while he suffered the humiliation. "Taste it cocksucker!" "Suck all of it you fucking fairy!" they growled. The deluge of discharge that ensued had me reeling. Semen gushed from the jocks' twitching cocks like an endless fountain. As one of them ejaculated in the boy's mouth. The others spilled rivers of cream on his mug. "Eat it! Eat all the good spunk!" the leader chanted.

They pushed his head on the floor and forced him to lap up the large puddles of sperm. The boy shifted his body and stumbled on the slippery tiles. He wept like a baby, dipping his lips in the viscous substance. "Please don't make me do it!" he begged. "Shut the fuck up and eat!" two teens retorted crudely. The ordeal lasted ten minutes. I pitied the sobbing kid while he licked the sticky mess they had made. He had jizz all over his rosy cheeks. In the end though, that shower floor was spotless!

The last tape was reserved for Sunday, having reached nirvana many times already. Early that morning, I took it out of the box. Feeling as if I was unwrapping a Christmas present. Unlike the others, this one was set on a huge yacht. A father and his son were fishing in the middle of an idyllic spot. All around them, the clear blue sea spanned to the horizon. Both the man and the boy of nine were in their swimsuits. Their tanned bodies glistening with sun block under the piercing ball of flames. The child was very bubbly and more interested in making faces in front of the camera, than catching a fish.

He hooked his finger at the corner of his lips and tugged, looking like a trout who had nipped at the bait. "Look at this uncle Jeff!" he smiled to the cameraman, before rolling his eyes up in their sockets until strictly the white was visible.

The father assessed his son's boredom. They descended under the deck into a small bedroom decorated with fake oak. "You wanna fuck my butt daddy?" the imp giggled. The large adult nodded and watched junior drop his skin-tight Speedo to the floor of the boat.

The pretty boy was golden all over, except for the midsection. He climbed on a berth and grasped his legs under the knees, flaunting his used brownhole at the lens with a sly smile.

The blond pre-teen didn't even flinch when his father greased his fat cock and pressed it onto his small pucker. "Oooh Oooh Oooooooh" he lamented as the long hose penetrated his constricted entrance.

"It hurts daddy! Ouch! Ouch!"

"Uhhh relax baby. It will go away 3;" the man reassured him, french-kissing him like he would his wife. He started longdicking the kid with tranquil intromissions. Withdrawing his large organ until the helmet threatened to pop out. And stuffing it back in, with languorous moans, right to the hilt.

"Urrhhh, you can fuck me now 3;" the little boy declared.

His maker put his tiny boyfeet on his shoulders and jammed himself into his delicate arse, embarking on a wild incestuous ride. With no restraint, he sodomized his heir. Bouncing on his fragile frame to bury his manhood deep inside his bowels.

"Uhh! Uhhh! Fuck my butt daddy! Yeahh yeahh! It feels so big in my tummy! Oh fuck me daddy! Fuck me!" the gasping lad chanted in between grunts and grimaces of pain.

"Oh Johnny baby, you make daddy feel so gooood!" the man hissed, pounding his prick with a repetitive tempo. "Uhhh ohhhhh! I'm gonna fill your bottom with my milk!"

I could see the tight boyhole strangling the shaft. The man thrust a few more times and ejected quickly, ejaculating profusely on the child's genitals. The kid fixed his gaze on the flying semen, giddy from the hysterical liquid fireworks. A jet that landed on his lips startled him. Despite that, he stuck his tongue out and tasted the seed that had created him.

Chapter 2

The man announced he was departing on a business trip to the big apple come Monday. He asked me to take care of his two redheaded sons and I agreed gladly. I was ecstatic, anticipating the many hours I would spend in front of the TV. Jim had prepared the meals for the whole week. Everything would go smooth as a baby's bum.

We talked for hours that evening while the boys skinny-dipped in the pool. The husky man had a normal life after all. He owned an Import/export Company but never revealed how he had succeeded in getting his hands on the impressive stash. His wife had left him for a younger man. I laughed inside myself at the irony.

He informed me of the best products in his collection. Describing the scenes with precise details and making me queasy.

As I was about to leave the yard, tired and horny from the brothers' sexy golden bodies. Jim grasped my t-shirt and murmured in my face. "If I find out you did anything with my sons while I'm away. I will kill you. Believe me. You can watch the tapes but don't rock the cradle. Capish?"

I nodded nervously.

I wasn't very productive at the job that Monday. The clock was ticking backward it seemed. I finally regained my freedom and scurried straight to Jim's home for my parental responsibilities. Joey and J.J. had finished school at three o'clock and were lounging on the carpet in front of the Simpsons.

They stayed glued there until suppertime. After the surprisingly tasty meat loaf and potatoes, hell broke loose. The usually composed lads turned into little monsters. Without their authoritarian father around, I found myself with two demons on my hands. Wondering if it would be okay to imprison them in a cage.

The sexed-up pre-teens cavorted around without clothes like the place was a nudist colony. They jumped on the sofas, the beds. Climbed all over the tidy house. Things I assumed were not accepted in their dad's presence. No matter how much I reprimanded them, they giggled and resumed their mischievous play.

The two boys fancied attacking me. I wrestled with them, feverishly avoiding their pinchy paws and their bruising kicks. Once in a while, they popped steely boners and wanked-off mutually or sixty-nined in front of me. I shivered each time they did so. The lil' devils defied me with wicked twinkly eyes to conjure a reaction. But I remained of stone.

When they finally dozed off, I carried their inert bodies to their respective beds. My nerves were calming slowly. The sobering experience had reinforced my esteem for fatherhood.

I descended to Jim's small boudoir with a sigh of relief. I required something very dirty to lift me up. The armoire was like an altar in the temple of my lust. Opening its doors became a ritual. I perused the titles and picked up an appealing one.

With my trousers around my ankles, I succumbed to my deviancy. On the screen, four Mexican boys were reciting their names. The three older ones were on the verge of puberty. Pedro the youngest tyke was approximately six. They laughed gleefully, removing their cut-off jeans and tank tops.

Then, the hairless foursome surveyed their nakedness. Small happy peckers rose gently from their groins. The boys grabbed each other's pricklets, sampling each of their mates in their stubby hands. They were enthusiastic and accustomed to it I presumed.

Selecting a partner, the caramel-colored lads began sucking each other. Jumping from one hard-on to the next. I caressed my own erection, my eyes riveted on the playful kids. They didn't need any coaxing and all the horny rascals sucked or got sucked on the mattress.

Pedro grasped two boydicks in his tiny palms and worshiped them both at the same time. Stuffing his mouth with the hard flesh while the last boy blew his one-inch [2½ cm] pickle. The youngster was the main attraction. He stuck his butt out like a chimpanzee in heat to invite his buddies.

The first kid at bat, lubed his dick and shoved it at once in the child's bunghole. With crazed thrusts, he fucked the lovely bronzed bottom. His slim pole was handled valiantly by the six-year-old. He even pushed his tail back to meet with the humping Mexican.

All the older boys dived into his rectum. They rolled him on his back and fucked him. They folded his body in two and fucked him. They turned him on his flank and fucked him. I became paralysed watching the ass bandits go at it.

Joey made me yelp when he waltzed in my sanctuary. The naked eleven-year-old sat next to me on the couch, oblivious to my indecent posture. He rubbed his sleepy eyes and focused on the porno. "What are they doing?"

"They're 3; uhh Th-They're 3;" I stammered.

"He's got his dick in his butthole!" Joey exclaimed.

The boy quietly concentrated on the moving pictures, idly pinching his foreskin. I was spared an explanation and advised him to go back to bed. The unruly lad as I expected refused. He massaged his growing dink, getting sparked by the naughty spectacle.

I couldn't believe the situation I had gotten into. I was jacking off with a child in front of child porno. Straight to hell. That's where I was headed. Joey scooted over my crotch suddenly and engulfed my dickhead, twirling his tongue around it. "Don't do that!" I barked.

He giggled and gripped my shaft with two hands, stressing out his decision to suck me. Jim's warning resurfaced on my conscience. "Please stop Joey 3;" I tried cajoling him with a suave voice. The imp snapped back at me. "NO!"

My sauce was boiling up. Joey slobbered on my cock while I struggled to ignore him and pursue my viewing of the hot kiddie gang bang. The Mexican youngster was being buggered hard by one of his pal now. He spread his buttocks wide to display the slamming stiffy plowing in his anus. The older boy was moaning constantly as he shoved himself into his willing little lover.

He convulsed and released his pulsating cocklet from the kid's ass. About an ounce of boyjuice spilled from his pissslit onto the firm moons. My climax was triggered by that sequence. Burning semen rushed through my urethra to splatter on the roof of Joey's mouth.

He sealed his lips around the crown of my penis and swallowed the abundant spunk. I unloaded a good three mouthful of goo and Joey ate it all up.

He looked up at me with a certain pride. Perhaps, the feat of sending an adult over the edge a great accomplishment in his young mind. I patted his round butt and sent him away. This time, locking the door behind him.

The onset of the next movie resembled a documentary. The panoramic presentation of a dormitory in a Romanian orphanage showed dozens of nude boys of all ages wallowing in their own filth. Most were retarded. Cross-eyed. Starting at the floor with their tongues hanging out.

An autistic boy was smashing his forehead against the wall. In the background, babies were suspended upside down like clothes on a wire. Incessant lamentations reverberated throughout the pile of juvenile carcasses.

Four female nurses dressed in gray uniforms walked amidst the clusters of human zombies. They spread the legs of the mental patients to display their hairless genitals. Flipping them over, they parted their buttocks and the camera zoomed on their sullied shitholes.

A butch nurse with an expressionless face selected a twelve-year-old lad who had a missing leg. She literally dragged him out of the edifice and plopped him on a horse. The feeble-minded boy grinned, exposing the few teeth he had left. This was a special treat I figured. The crippled lad cooed and drooled during the ride.

They trotted for long minutes in the deserted countryside, reaching a barn. Inside it, the woman bound the kid's wrists. She elevated him off the ground with the help of a pulley. The handicapped youth moaned as gravity stretched his fragile skeleton. He hovered in the air, wiggling the toes on his unique leg.

The nazi caretaker then gripped a horsewhip in her podgy hand. She swung the leather instrument and lashed at the boy's behind. A deafening scream erupted from his thorax. But the merciless she-wolf continued her deed. She delivered a flurry of powerful assaults, drawing blood from the tender buns. The little boy screeched like a stuck pig as she attacked his back, grunting from the efforts it required.

With every painful slash, his flesh ruptured. All over his body, the purple welts of his punishment protruded. For ten minutes, the woman whipped the defenceless child. I covered my eyes, wincing in sympathy for the poor victim. My finger pressed on fast-forward and I watched the rapid motions of her arm.

In the end, the canvas of the boy's white skin had been turned into a horrific painting of blood and bruises. He whimpered and fell heavily to the stable floor as she undid the knot supporting his weight.

The next shocking footage had three boys of nine to eleven shackled to a cement block buried in the earth. The same woman applied a generous amount of shortening to their asscracks, fingering them rudely until they cried in pain. The naked trio gurgled afterward, pulling on their restraints and gazing at it with their blank eyes.

They suddenly became agitated, listening to the barking of dogs in the distance of the rustic farmland. The strong female barely held on to the leash of three large German shepherds shuffling to lurch on the vulnerable kids. One by one, she freed the hounds.

The little boys bellowed, kicking at the canine aggressors with genuine fright. I was stupefied by the avidity of the animals to mount the laddies. These dogs had obviously been trained for that matter. As the helpless children breathed in ragged gasps, the four-legged beasts bucked their hips, poking their red doggie cocks at the backdoor of the boys, like they would a bitch.

One of them succeeded in slipping its veiny organ into the asshole of a blondie. Its claws scratched the skin of the pre-pubescent child as it gripped his sides for balance with its front legs. Humping frantically, the dog lodged himself deeper into the wailing kid.

Next to the couple, the other Fidos had achieved the same. The three animals and the humans howled. Their unnatural copulation lasted very long, much to my surprise. The dogs fucked the kids' little asses franticly with their impressive maleness. I had never seen anything like it.

The more the studs' penises enlarged the boy's butt holes, the more they plunged further into them. Their hind legs bouncing off the ground as they humped instinctively. All three boys were beyond tears. They screamed wholeheartedly feeling the pistonning rods in their bowels.

The animals started climaxing one after the other, squealing with high-pitched woofs. Unloading what I imagined was gallons of cum into the rectums of their dim-witted partners. Their cocks swelled into the narrow passages, reaching enormous proportions until they were stuck inside the constricting anuses of the children. The usual occurrence when German shepherds mated with a bitch.

The scene was cut and resumed with the woman pulling out the softened pricks from the violated holes. A waterfall of animal sperm flowed from the kid's rectal openings. They had been distended horribly. The film closed as the matron stuffed the children's little nutsacks inside their gaping orifices.

I was fully aware I would be grumpy the next day. Nonetheless, I browsed through the shelves, looking for what I had previewed at the end of one of the tapes. The face of a red-head seemed familiar and I whispered 'Bingo' upon recognizing it. The production was part of a series called Hardcore Kiddies. All in all eight tapes of the same kind of scenarios. But with different actors. The movies always featured two or three teenagers working a pre-teen. The young star, be it nine or ten, blonde or dark-haired, had to suck their meaty cocks. Then the older males would take control of their little tushies. Drilling their hard pricks to the hilt. Sodomizing them like savage warriors on a crusade.

The multitude of boys on display were veterans and had been deflowered previously. It signified long slippery anal rides captured lushfully on film. I never got tired of seeing those cute angels submitting willingly to the brutal gangbangs. They could take erections of all sizes up their little bottoms without flinching. The wide smiles on their faces illuminated the boob tube. A twelve-year-old with a veil of freckles on his nose caught my attention. He was getting fucked like a girl on his back by a late teener with an immense hard-on. His legs flailed in the air and his woody danced with the tempo of the mechanical penetrations.

As the muscular older male rutted his full weight. The kid began screaming his bliss. "Anhhh annhhh! FUCK ME! FUCK MY ASS! Yeahh ! ANNH ANNHH". I couldn't believe my eyes. The speed at which the teenager rammed his cock was incredible. For long intense minutes, he ravaged the little boy's hairless hole. Plowing like a sex robot.

The cramped up boy yelled at the top of his lungs. In the middle of the fuck scene, his boydick erupted, sending a spray of milky fluid to his collarbone. I spilled my seventh load of the night. The lad's anal climax too much for me.

Within minutes, I fell asleep on the couch, half-naked like a drunken sailor.

I arrived early from the job the next day. After announcing to my boss I would take the rest of the week off, for personal reasons. Jim's boys were not in front of the cartoons. I heard giggles coming from their bedroom and went to check up on them.

My knees turned to rubber. Joey was sliding his short boner into his kid brother's bum. "Joey!" I shouted. "Stop that!"

The lads eyed me with contempt. "This is fun!" little J.J. cheered. "It tickles my butthole!"

"Well maybe 3; but your father is gonna kill me! Get out of him Joey, now!"

Both boys bowed their heads, untangling their limbs from the compromising position. I feared I had instilled shame in their young minds. The conversation around the supper table turned fast to the subject of intercourse. My words were carefully chosen. Yet, I realized I couldn't change their minds about it. Jim assuredly would scold me.

The evening was a repeat of the eve. The hyperactive monkeys tested my patience to the limit. I couldn't wait for them to keel over so that I could go downstairs.

On the strike of midnight, I popped a tape in VCR. The film was in black and white. A ten-year-old with dark hair, Beatles style, shucked his clothes off. He had the most delectable circumcised little appendage. I longed to chew on it.

The little show-off peed in a glass and drank it in one big gulp. Smacking his lips like he had downed a refreshing fruit juice. "Damn!" I commented. He sat in a large armchair and fondled his dink until it slapped against his lower tummy.

The sounds of the solo scene seemed in 3-D, it felt like he was in the room with me. His sexual maturity was overwhelming. He picked up a vibrator and flicked the switch on. The buzzing sound resonated on my eardrums. I almost lost my marbles, watching his contorted mug while he massaged his cocklet with the adult toy.

His toes were curling up and his eyes glazing over. A testimony to the intensity of the pleasure he was experiencing. For long minutes, he rubbed the tip of the big electric dildo on his testicles and the length of his rigid pecker.

Getting on his knees, he stuffed the big vibrator all the way up his butt, cooing as the tremors made his tight anus quiver. The camera fluttered around, preserving the images of the young boy masturbating. His little rear end split open by the large white cylinder.

"Ohhhh Ohhhh UHHHH UHHHHHHH!"

His moans of ecstasy intensified until he tilted his head backward, his frail body shuddering in the throes of a fantastic dry climax.

I ejaculated without touching my prick and slumbered on the couch rapidly, already imagining what the next days would bring me.

Chapter 3

Their baby brother was a mere infant at three-years-old but he sucked them properly too, taking their hard dicks in his oral cavity. I was jealous of the big boy for having two adorable tykes to submit to his every desire. They seemed quite happy sharing the engorged flesh of their mature brother for a good fifteen minutes.

The older boys then took turns spanking the youngest lad. The middle child didn't cause much pain but the eldest went wild on his tiny fanny. Hammering his hand until the tot wept and his buns were red and toasty.

They moved on to better things. The eight-year-old swung his kid bro on the floor and mounted his backside roughly, burying his little erection in his tight hole with fervent hip thrusts. The infant whined incessantly each time the boy's hipbone touched his aching crimson posterior.

The culmination of the scene came when the oldest of the group penetrated his kin while he fucked the baby. The trio was fused together, dick in ass, humping in unison to savour each second of the anal coitus.

The boy sandwiched between his sibs moaned loudly. Obviously torn between the pleasure of his dick and the pain in his asshole. The heap of arms and legs looked like a deformed creature as they fucked each other. They fornicated until the rush of an orgasm wracked their immature bodies.

What I watched next was the most sadistic thing I had ever seen. Four men were holding a twelve-year-old by his limbs as he trashed and kicked furiously. Screaming words I didn't comprehend. His scared little eyes were crying a steady flow of tears. I realized he was fully aware of the adults' scheme. Maybe they were about to rape him and had informed him about it.

The strong tyrants stole his pants, then his underwear. His little wiener was shrivelled by terror under his bald pubes. One man's coarse fingers toyed with the foreskin, pulling it down and up the pink glans.

He tugged on the tip of the loose skin, stretching it way ahead of the knob. With a pair of shiny scissors, he began cutting into the supple membrane slowly. Very slowly. The young lad yelled in agony. Blood gushed with each squish of the blade. When half of the surgery was completed, salt was sprinkled on the open wound to ensure the kid would be screeching.

The pseudo rabbi finished severing the foreskin and forced the lad to gulp it down, holding his jaw with his rugged hand until he had swallowed the piece of skin. The boy's throat was quaking and I thought he would hurl it back out. The man then leaned between the child's spasming thighs and suckled his bloody boydick like Dracula. The circumcised hero bawled again, feeling the searing pain of his growing erection.

They pursued their torture, pouring hot wax on his titties. The kid's shrieks echoed in the small room. Bringing the candle over his plump testicles. They repeated the procedure again and again. The juvenile victim had abandoned the fight and yelped each time the hot liquid hit his delicate nuts. In the end, his scrotum was covered with a thick coat of hardened wax.

I stopped the VCR and walked to a window for fresh air, my face ashen. Jim had warned me about this one. I pondered how he had managed to find any enjoyment from the horrific flick.

The final scene was as gruesome. A blond boy no older than eight was undressed roughly by powerful hands. They hauled him naked on a metal table. Heavy shackles secured his little wrists. The same procedure for his bony ankles. He cried his blue eyes out the whole time, begging for his tormentors to stop the violent game.

An arm navigated between the child's legs and clamped two clips with teeth on each tiny ball. The clips were attached to thin wires. I understood right away what was going on. The kid was yelling from the pain of the pointy teeth biting his tender skin. When the first jolt of electricity raced through the wire, his butt bounced off the cold platform.

A more powerful jolt followed and the little boy screamed. Again with more intensity he was lashed with voltage. His big eyes were panicky as the painful energy travelled in his body. The torture machine droned a few second before delivering its shock. The nude boy complained in advance, flailing his arms to free himself from his bonds.

The deliberate crescendo was horrendous. The pre-teen had not fainted yet and he was rewarded with more and more intense shocks. After five minutes of the horrible ordeal, the electricity was at a dangerous level. His whole body arched on the table. His tiny pecker hard from the electric perturbations. The barbarians continued and I thought he would explode from the tremendous lightning bolts. They finally released him, laughing in the background. The little boy walked groggily, totally traumatized.

Billy's First Date flashed on the screen at the opening of the next one. I thought it was a home movie as a man in his forties with a beard and moustache cuddled the most delicious five-year-old angel on his lap. Perhaps his nephew? The blond kid was blue-eyed and didn't have the usual baby chubbiness associated with most tots. He seemed fragile as a porcelain doll.

The little boy's mug was concentrated on the cartoons and the man massaged his body freely, his erection tenting the fabric of his Dockers between the kid's pasty thighs. He turned the child's head away from the TV and kissed his pouty lips a few times before forcing his big tongue into his little mouth.

The boy had cooperated up to that point, but began to rebel when the strong adult peeled his miniature garments. The man removed all his clothes too and eyed the frighten kid in the foetal position. He grasped his blond hair, pulling the boy's face right in front of his fat nine-inch [23 cm] uncut cock.

The kid needed coaching but soon, he was sucking on the angry knob, opening his mouth wide. I noticed the large hose entering more and more into the little mouth and realized the man was shoving his massive hard-on down the narrow throat. He put poppers under the boy's nose and the youngin' swallowed deeper and deeper, absorbing the throbbing piece of flesh. His stretched lips connected with the wiry pubes and he gagged and choked, his eyes filled with alarm.

In the next sequence, the innocent lad was on a bed on all fours. His tiny bum in the air amidst the stuffed Teletubbies. The man fondled his shapely buttocks, squeezing the entire hot little bottom in one hand. He applied a copious smear of KY to his asscrack and his massive cock. My mind disbelieved what was about to happen.

The kid was unruffled when a long finger explored his virgin anus but began weeping and screaming when the head of the man's penis enlarged his wee little hole. I could see it all. The man was gripping firmly the child's bony hips and plunging his damaging monster cock at a steady pace. Five, six, seven, eight, nine inches [23 cm] totally lodged up the five-year-old's rectum. He leaned over the boy's ear and spoke his only words: "Thank you, Billy for giving me your cherry! I wasn't sure if you'd put out on our first date."

The big man lay his 200 pounds [90 kg] on top of the fifty pound [23 kg] child and crushed him on the mattress, fucking his butt mercilessly. The kid's short limbs stuck out grotesquely from under the grown male as he sodomized him like a pile driver. All the boy could do was scream and beg. It didn't take long before the brutal onslaught was over and the man spent himself all over his deflowered hole.

The great majority of the tapes were about nudist kids or little boys of all ages masturbating. It restored my faith in man. That there were not that many truly vile productions. I fast-forwarded through those offerings though, compelled to watch the nastier stuff. Like a car driver who would stop his vehicle at the scene of a crash just to peek at the blood.

My pupils went dry. I jumped from one movie to the next. Chain-watching the many tapes in Jim's stash. One movie would have made a great promotion for racial harmony. A black kid and a white boy were making love in a forest somewhere. They kissed passionately and sixty-nined, slurping on their eleven-year-old dicks.

The essence of their love was palpable even when they fucked each other in the ass. The contrast of ebony and ivory so magnificent. The black boy had a fairly developed organ. He made the caucasian kid squirm as he slammed it between his perk white cheeks.

In due time, it was the white kid's turn and he humped the dark brown ass of his lover. His pale fingers jerked the black boy's erect little pole and they climaxed together, moaning and drowning in the ocean of their precocious bliss.

I was mesmerized by a twelve-year-old's appendage. He had been blessed by god with a plump long sausage dangling halfway to his knees. It looked almost grotesque on his hairless petite frame. The gift of nature was even more gigantic when hard. It reached a solid eight inches [20 cm].

The young lad rolled in a ball and pleasured himself orally. I figured it was one of his favourite pastime. He sucked his own cock easily, engulfing a great part of his shaft in his mouth. With a couple of fingers embedded in his anus, he augmented the tempo of his blowjob. His lips racing on his meaty dong.

Boyjuice erupted abruptly from his pisshole. He opened his mouth to receive the creamy discharge. Some shots missed the target and landed on his nose. Afterward, the lens zoomed on the globs of jizz next to his tonsils. In a snap, it was gone. The boy had swallowed himself.

Another one I watched was shot on a farm. Two country pre-teen boys undressed quietly next to a donkey. A disembodied voice unloaded orders. Big hands gripped one of the boy's head and smashed his face in the animal's ass. The child remained calm, even though some shit was smudged on his button nose. He darted his tongue and licked the burro's large balls.

The same treatment was conferred to the other boy. His face was oriented to the beast's long throbbing prick. The man fed his little mouth with the smelly penis. Both lads giggled as they kissed and munched on the huge example of maleness.

The mule groaned when the two little humans gripped his massive pole with their four hands. They jacked off the excited animal, sitting on their buns, awaiting the release of its spunk. It was some sort of game. They increased the rhythm on the huge cock, until finally they were covered with the flood of its ejaculate. Then the naked couple went on a rampage.

They fucked every living thing on that farm. Pigs, a sheep, goats and chickens. Their young bodies soiled with mud. It seemed it was rather enjoyable. I stopped counting the times they achieved an orgasm in the asses or cunts of their beastie friends.

Some movies were almost indescribable. Little boys getting their pink nipples pierced by long needles. Grown men using toddlers as toilets. Kids with sad eyes fisting each other. Young scouts in clean uniforms doing cruel tortures to their troop mates. Attaching leeches to a kid's dickie. Stuffing a grass snake in another one's asshole. Paddling the buttocks of a timid youngster 'till they turned blue.

Also memorable. Two young teenagers raping a four-year-old. While one held the tot's ankles over his head, the other pounded his pubescent cock into him. All this for one full hour until the two criminals were exhausted and had shot their young guns five times each in the kid's face and ass. I was on a roller coaster ride. My heart and my cock taken hostage. Like an heroin addict, I viewed tape after tape. Stopping only to take care of Joey and J.J. during the evenings. It felt awfully strange to tuck the two boys in bed and then run downstairs to watch one get cornholed on TV.

On the last day, I consumed a movie where a ripe man pissed in the rectum of a ten-year-old. The boy cooed as the warm liquid filled his bowels. His gooey good feelings were shot-lived. The adult grasped his mop of brown hair and literally fucked the shit out of him. I could see a mixture of feces and urine gush from around the ramrod and ooze down the white legs of the grunting child.

The dirty old bastard relished the messy coupling. He pumped furiously in the pool of human waste and added his sperm sauce to the mix. After he had finished emptying himself in the recess of the kid's insides. He knelt behind the boy and suctioned out all the disgusting juices he could through his little boyhole. Going as far as inserting a straw in his bum to siphon his entrails.

I was on the verge on vomiting when I hit the eject button. There was time for one more. The boy was handsome. Nearly twelve. He strolled in the Turkish prison cell like he had volunteered. The five men there had large smirks on their lips. They were horny like hell and it was apparent.

They ripped his clothes to bare his smooth skin. One man used his skimpy briefs to make a gag that would stifle his screams. It was the most violent sex I had ever seen. All of them sported huge erections that you generally see in gay porno magazines. Thick long hairy cocks with knobs the size of a tangerine.

They sodomized the willing lad with unbridled rage. His little limp peter flopped around as the ferocious convicts nailed his pussy ass to the hilt. Two men usually held him steady while a third one rammed his massive organ into his rump. There was always of them ready for action.

The boy's tail was perpetually plugged. Muffled moans escaped his throat and his body never ceased shaking one second for the vicious adults made sure he was well fucked and docile.

The roar of Jim's 4X4's engine revving outside meant the end of my vacation. I rose to my feet. The room was spinning. My hands were shaking and it felt like pure caffeine was flowing in my veins. I had done it though. I had watched pretty much all of it. A certain sense of closure enveloped my soul.

The darn stash would not nag me anymore. I had conquered it and could go back the normal life I used to have. With a triumphant smile I trudged to the door to welcome Jim back from his business trip.

He noticed the sad state of my appearance but didn't mention anything about it. I helped him unload the baggage out of the hatchback of his Chevy Jimmy. We chatted superficially. "New York is very nice at this time of the year." he commented.

Then his words almost felt like a stake through my heart. "You see this." he pointed to a cardboard box. "All Russians tapes. My friends tells me they are really hot!"

I faked a smile. My knees sagged under me and cold sweat ran down between my shoulder blades. I wanted to see the fresh batch of videos. I needed to see them.

The End