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 SUMMER FUN

   There are times and places that you guard in your memory, places that
change over the years that are not places yo should return to lest they
cloud your memories.  My place is a little part of Massachusetts called
Cape Cod.  As a youth, I spent 7 summers there, growing from a skinny
little 14 year old up until I was tending bar at 21.  The people of summer
are a different breed.  We partied like there was no tomorrow because there
wasn't.  Summer would always end long before we were ready.

   Each summer saw mostly a different crew.  Sure, some of us kept coming
back as I did but mostly it was someone new to fall in love with, some
tourist whose parents brought them there for a vacation for a week or two,
one girl or one boy after another.  Have a two week fling and then their
gone, and another arrives.

   As a kid, it mattered not to me if this week's fuck was boy or girl. 
They were all the same to me.  It made the choices endless.

   At 14 or 15, I let the men have their way with me.  Or so they thought.
I was a predator of old guys.  I'd learned very early on that old men crave
little boys.  I made a fortune from them.  It was so easy.  And I'll tell a
couple of tales of men using me without them knowing I was using them.

   Let's start with a celebrity.  I have to change his name because he's
still very much alive and if he read this story he'd probably come after
me. Let's just call him Clint.

   He checked in along with 3 other people, staying for a couple of weeks
at the resort I worked at as a bell hop - at 14 years old.  The why and how
I got the job is easy as my parents were part owners.  I carried four of
his suitcases up to the 3rd level and showed him his suite.  It was nice
with a terrific ocean view, a deck with lounge chairs, and a Jacuzzi.  At
over a thousand a night, it had to be nice.  I was wearing my standard
uniform of deck pants, white sleeveless tee and white deck shoes with no
socks.  If you're a pedophile who likes young boys, I was your wet dream.
My hair is naturally a light brown with reddish highlights and bleached a
bit more blond as I am always in the sun.  My skin tone is ruddy and I have
a great tan.  I could easily tell Clint liked what he saw.

   "Mr.  K, is there anything else I can do for you?" My standard line when
I have the impression a man likes me.  I never know what to expect in
return but have had some good results from it.

   "Üh, no, but you might check back later after we go to dinner.  There
might be something I need." I understood the invitation.  To anyone not
tuned in, it would have passed.  I knew he wanted me.  My shift was over at
6 but I hung around picking up tips running drinks and ice until 11 hoping
he would come back.  At midnight, Larry, the night clerk, called my cell.
"Hey, Derrick, Mr.  K asked for somebody to bring him some drinks.  Can you
come back in?  I don't have anyone on duty and you know who he is." I was
OK with it, jumped on my bike and pedaled the half mile back to the hotel,
wearing a different t on top of short shorts and barefoot.  I know what men
like in little boys.

   I softly knocked on his suite door carrying two mini bottles, an ice
bucket, and two sodas.  I could tell he liked what he saw as he opened the
door.  He had on a hotel robe and I doubted anything under it.

   "Yeah, come in, boy.  Put the drinks on the table." He looked at what I
was wearing.  "You look great.  Uh, you wanna have a drink with me?"

   "Mr.  K., you tell me what you want me to do and I'll do it." I opened
the door to whatever he wanted.  "I'm OK with whatever."

   "You mean that, don't you?  You know what I want then?" I poured the
contents of one mini bottle into a glass, added three ice cubes and some
soda water and turned back to him, kneeling in front of him offering the
drink."

   "Yes, sir.  I know what you mean.  I am here to serve and pleasure you
if that's what you need." He took the drink and gulped down half of it, put
the glass on the night table and lifted me up into his arms and pushed his
lips to mine.  His cool tongue probed my mouth as I wrapped my young legs
around him, humping my crotch into his belly.  "You know I want to fuck
you, don't you."

   "Ïf that's what you want, Mr.  K., then that is what I am here for."

   "How old are you, boy?"

   "Ï am 14, sir."

   "Have you been fucked before?"

   "No, sir.  But I am here for you to fuck if that's what you need." I
lied.  I hadn't been fucked that day but sure as hell had been the week
before by someone not quite as famous but who was very - and I mean very -
generous to have a virgin boy.  Just as had another guy a couple of weeks
before that.  Hell, I was a little boy slut that would let any man fuck me.
They were all so happy to fuck a little virgin boy.

   "Öh, Jesus." was all he said before his lips pressed against mine again.
He picked me up easily - my 110 pounds were nothing to him - and lay me on
his king size bed.  He ripped off my t-shirt and began kissing my neck, my
chest, nibbled on my nipples and sought out my belly button.  As he sucked
my chest his right hand worked on the button and zipper of my shorts,
reached his hand in to find I had no underwear on.  My little 14 year old 5
inch hard dick must have felt wonderful in his hand.  I know for a fact
that my little dick loved being felt, that's for sure.  I was as hard as I
ever had been, this bigger than life movie star feeling my cock and getting
ready to ram his dick up my ass.

   I squiggled out of my shorts and kicked them off my foot, spread my legs
and let Mr.  K snuggled down between my legs as he took me in his mouth and
began sucking me.  It felt wonderful.  I took his balding head in my hands
and held him in place as I began humping his gorgeous mouth, a mouth that I
had seen kissing beautiful women on movie screens.  I ground my cock into
his mouth, pushing all 5 inches to the hilt in his face.  I humped against
him, trying to give him a fat lip he'd have to explain.  Apparently, that's
what he loved as he sucked me in even harder.  It took nothing for me to
explode in his mouth, pumping three or four loads into him which he
swallowed as soon as I gave it to him.

   "Jesus, Mr.  K, don't stop.  Let me turn over, do me, Mr.  K., please,
do me, OK?" Hehehe, I played him like a fiddle.  He would do everything I
wanted him to do.  I wanted him to cum in my ass and I knew I could make
him do it.  "Lick it, please.  It's clean, Mr.  K., please lick it." This
millionaire movie star, this leading man movie start, spread my ass checks
open and buried his face in my young ass.  He rimmed me for a moment then
shoved his hard tongue up my asshole, licking my ass, sucking my asshole. I
squirmed up onto my knees, my head down on the pillow, my knees spread
apart, inviting his cock in.  I swayed back and forth, hoping he would
admire my firm ass as he continued to kiss it.  He threw off the robe and I
was right, nothing underneath it.  The I saw his manly cock..  A monster
cock.  I've have plenty of cock but this one...  WOW.  Easily 9 maybe even
10 inches and big and I mean big around.  This would ream me out.  I might
not be able to sit down for a week.  I balked.  "Oh god, Mr.  K.  Whoa."
That's when he slapped me hard against my cheek.

   "You're gonna take it, boy.  You're gonna take it all, you understand?"
Gone was any nice guy I was controlling.  Here was a monster cock that I
was going to have to accept.  A cock that would stretch me out like I'd
never been stretched.  "It's OK, boy.  This is gonna hurt you, gonna really
hurt you but I promise I'll be as gentle as I can be." He looked genuinely
concerned for a split second.  "It's just that you are so fucking gorgeous,
so hot, so god damn young.  I gotta have you, understand?" He pushed my
head back down to the pillow, reached under my hips and pulled me back to
my knees.  "Take a deep breath, boy, push like you're going to the bathroom
and relax as much as you can..." as he spoke he had shoved some cold KY up
my ass hole and positioned his cock at my little pink butthole and quickly
thrust.

   Holy fucking shit, that hurt.  He cupped his hand over my mouth and held
still for a moment.  "Relax, boy.  Relax.  I'm gonna take it as easy for
you as I can but I gotta fuck you, you know that, right?  That's what you
came up here for.  That's why you wore those girlie shorts, that's why
you're a little queer boy so men will want to fuck you.  I know you want
this as much as I do, so relax and take it." He pulled out a little then
thrust again.  It didn't hurt as bad this time.  By the third thrust I felt
like I was in the middle of a major dump.  I was full of a real man's cock
deep in my bowels.  The pain had died down.  He was enormous but I was
taking it.  I was being fucked, and I mean really fucked by an A list movie
star.  Me, a little nothing 14 year old boy, being fucked by Clint K.

   He pounded me as I stuck my hands out to push back against the head of
the bed, pushing back against him as he pumped me.  I wanted him to put it
all in me.  I'd grown used to the stretch and knew that if he did it long
enough that we would both cum and I wanted to cum on his sheets as much as
I wanted to feel him cum in me.  He reached his hand up took hold of my
throat and began to squeeze.  A light choke at first but as his climax
began to near his grip grew tighter, shutting off my wind.  He was chocking
me out, I couldn't breathe, I began feeling a pounding in my head and a
rush coming up from my toes, I was cumming.  I tried to scream from the
intensity of it but couldn't make a sound.  Mr.  K was pounding me hard
from behind, thrusting his huge cock deep on me as he howled his orgasm.

   He released me and I could breathe.  I feel to the bed as he popped out
of me and fell to the bed beside me, his breath as raspy and harsh as my
own.  He turned to me, pulled my head to him and kissed me, slowly,
lovingly.  He smiled at me.

   "Damn, boy.  You're a good fuck." He got up on his elbow and looked into
my eyes.  "Look, I'm gonna be here at least a week.  You wanna be my
regular?"

   As I left his room shortly before sun up, I pocketed the $500 he put in
my hand, knowing that this was going to be a profitable and enjoyable week
for me.  He never asked my name.

   Mr.  K was one of many men who had me that summer.  But I also had my
fun with both other boys and many girls, some much too young but who were
always willing.  Hell, they were on vacation, their parents were out
dancing, having fun.  Why shouldn't the kids have fun as well?

   I'll publish more of my summer adventures soon.  Keep watching for
stories by Daren Peters.