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 DAREN PETERS new story: NINE AND NEEDY Mb ped cons rape vio

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   I promised I'd write Nine and Needy, but truthfully, it is hard for me
to write it.  There's such a mixture of pain with the pleasure but I know
it was a turning point in my life.  Until nine I had been a good little boy
who never caused trouble and pretty much was a model citizen.  It was after
what happened that I became a cock sucking girlie pussy boy.  I give all
the credit to my Dad.  He made me what I became.

   We were a military family, always moving, always making me go to new
schools, never wanting me to make friends as they knew I'd find it harder
if there were friends to leave behind.  By nine years old and finishing the
fourth grade, I'd already attended four schools.  The only thing I knew
about sex was one lone experience I'd had in preschool when I was playing
in a park.  Some little girl had intentionally removed all her clothes to
play.  I had followed her up a slide ladder so I could see her up close. 
Later in life I recalled the incident and surmised her parents must have
been nudists.

   At nine and a half, we moved again.  This time to Germany where my
father was stationed in Frankfurt.  I don't know what kind of trouble he
got into but by Christmas, we were headed back to the States and he was
pissed at the world.  Traveling on military air transport, the plane was
old and not in the greatest of condition.  We sat facing backward, unlike
any other plane I have ever been on since.

   A few hours out of New York, one of the guys sitting near a wing window
let out a yell.  "The engine is on fire!" A crew member raced to see and
confirmed it.  He dashed forward.  A few minutes later the captain came on
the public address system and told us we'd be making an emergency landing
in Gander, Newfoundland.  We touched down safely.

   That's when the trouble began.  We were stuck there for five days
waiting for parts, a different plane, which I don't know.  But stuck in the
military section of their airport.  For a 9 year old kid being stuck there
was horrible.  It was the day before Christmas, snow was waist deep, it was
bitterly cold, and I knew there would be no presents, no tree, no Santa
(although that belief had left me the year before.)

   By the fourth day there I was going stir crazy.  So I went for a walk...
all the way to town, which turned out to be a short row of houses, a
grocery store, and a post office.  It took me an hour to walk there and
twice as long to walk back.  What I didn't know was that the plane had been
made ready to depart within minutes of my leaving the airport.  Everyone
had been kept waiting for me for three hours.

   That capped off my father's anger.  The instant he saw me he grabbed me
up and dragged me to a bathroom.  Ordering me to take off my glasses, he
began backhanding and slapping me in the face.  I dropped to the ground. 
He kicked me in the stomach.  He grabbed me by the collar and threw me
against the wall, kicking me in the groin, letting me fall to the floor
again.  After a few more kicks, he began to laugh, a guttural foul laugh.

   Through my myopic tear filled eyes I watched him unzip his pants and
withdraw a hard dick.  Again he grabbed my collar and drew my face to him.
With one hand holding me up, he pinched my nose shut with the other.  I
opened my mouth to breathe.  He shoved his cock in it.

   I don't know how many times he pumped.  I remember the taste and feel of
his cum shooting in my mouth, like warm library paste, maybe a little
thinner but similar.  I gulped it down as he held me tightly against his
crotch.  When he was done, he threw me to the floor.  "Wash your face, you
little son of a bitch cocksucker.  Be quick about it."

   He left me laying on the floor next to a mop bucket filled with foul
smelling water.  I lay there sobbing and confused for just a moment.  I had
no idea what I had done wrong, had no knowledge of the plane's readiness,
no understanding of why I liked the feel of a dick in my mouth so much. 
Confused by the pain and the pleasure.  My father had paid attention to me,
he had let me feel his dick with my mouth, let me taste his cum.

   Pain mixed with pleasure.  It set my course in life.

   That night we spent in the Roosevelt Hotel in New York City.  It was New
Year's Eve the next day.  I was black and blue from my beating and stayed
in bed all that day and the next.  My mother tried to cheer me up to no
avail.  New Year's Eve, they left me alone, strict orders not to leave the
room.  At eight, they headed the few blocks to Times Square.  I lay in bed
rubbing my sore balls beginning to recover from being kicked.  My little
dick got hard as I rubbed.  I had never masturbated and still had no idea
what it was or how to do it.  I was a good little boy.

   But they had told me not to leave the room.  HA!  At nine, I dressed and
began riding the elevators up and down.  On my tenth or twelve ride, an
older man got on at the lobby level and looked at me.  He pressed the
penthouse club button and the door closed, leaving me alone with him.  He
looked down at me, no doubt seeing my black eye.  He held his arms out to
me and without thinking I took up his unspoken offer of a hug.

   The hug turned into a kiss as I looked up at the man.  He leaned his
cigarette smelling face to me and brought his lips down to mine.  I didn't
resist.  He held me to him until we reached the top floor.  He took my hand
in his and led me along.  I followed quietly and trustingly.  He led me
into his room and gently closed the door behind us.  He shrugged out of his
heavy coat and let it drop to the floor.  He reached down and picked me up,
my short legs dangled near his knees.  We kissed, a deep warm kiss, not
passionately, but gently, lovingly.  His right hand supported me under my
buttocks.

   He began kneading my butt cheeks.  I melted into his strong arms.  He
lay me down on the huge bed.  Standing over me, he began removing his
clothes, first his suit jacket, his vest, his tie.  He unbuttoned the top
button of his white on white shirt and knelt one knee on the bed.  He bent
forward and caressed my cheek.  I reached my arms to him and wrapped them
around his neck, pulling him to me, my lips longing for his.

   He kissed me firmly.  His right hand reached down to my crotch, feeling
for my tiny dick.  He unbuckled my belt, released the snap and unzipped my
pants.  His hand felt cool as he reached under my white underpants and
searched for my virgin penis.  Our tongues met in my first real adult kiss.
My mind was a blank.  This man could do anything to me that he wanted.  I
was instantly his property to use.  He was paying attention to me, he
wanted me.  He could do no wrong.

   I lay there helpless for but a moment before I began wriggling out of my
pants.  I wanted to be naked with this man whom I had met moments before. I
kicked off my shoes and shed my trousers, pulled my shorts down to my
knees, baring my body to this man.  I spread my legs.  He ran his hands
down them to my socks.  He peeled off one, then the other, then lightly ran
his fingers up my legs sending chills up my spine.  I wanted his dick in my
mouth.

   He pulled back from me and quickly undid his shirt buttons, letting me
see his hairy chest for the first time, thick, curly dark hair.  He was a
man.  He ripped off his belt with a snap and tossed it aside, undoing his
pants and letting them fall to the floor.  He wore tight black underwear, a
huge bulge revealing the location of his wonderful cock, outlined in black.
In moments he was laying beside me in bed, naked, beautiful, and exciting.
I slipped out of my shirt and lay naked next to him, pulling his large body
close to me, feeling his warmth against me.  I felt his stomach with my
stiff little boy dick and humped against him instinctively.  He cupped my
ass in one hand as we kissed.

   He pushed me onto my back and began kissing my face, down to my neck.  I
lay there allowing him to do whatever he wished to me.  I giggled as he
kissed my stomach and more so when he reached the sensitive skin below.  I
gasped when he took my cock in his mouth.  His tongue lashed down to taste
my balls, my dick totally engulfed in his mouth.  I felt as if I was going
to pee but held back.  His tongue worked on my little dick giving me spasms
of feeling unlike any I had ever imagined.

   He pulled my legs up in the air, spreading them wide, his face buried in
my groin.  He lifted me up, my legs draped over his shoulders.  His
searching tongue found my asshole.  Oh, my god, nothing had ever felt so
wonderful in my life.  A man was with me, a man was doing wonderful things
to me.  I was in heaven.

   He shoved his hard tongue up my anus.  I felt him inside me, his tongue
licking me up and down, tasting my ass, tasting my most secret of places.
He lifted me higher.  He brought his hand to his mouth and spit on his
fingers.  He reached down.  I felt something wet and warm against my anus.
He shoved.

   The paid was intense.  I felt as if I was going to black out.  He had
shoved something in my ass, something strong and hard, something that was
stretching me beyond belief, beyond reason.  I screamed in pain.  Swiftly
he swung his hand at my face, slapping me hard.  The new pain took the old
pain away.  I grabbed my cheek and glared at the man.  He smiled and
caressed the cheek he had just struck.

   The pain had subsided in my ass as he stayed quiet for a moment.  Then
he shoved again.  I felt more pain but not the intensity.  He withdrew
slightly and shoved again.  He smiled and reached a hand to caress my dick.
He began a rocking rhythm, pulling out a little and shoving back in.  I
didn't know what fucking was, now I was learning.

   Pain mixed with pleasure.  It began to feel good.  In moments he was
pumping into me.  The feeling must have been incredible for him.  A virgin
boy, willing, easy...  sad.

   I don't know how long he fucked me.  I don't think it was long.  I
remember his moans, the look on his face.  I felt something wetting me up
inside.  I guessed it was the same stuff my Dad had given me in the
bathroom when he fucked my mouth but I wasn't sure.

   I was just a little boy, a good boy, at least a good little boy up until
then.

   end