Chapter 1
Evan
"NO MISTER! PLEASE STOP!"
screamed 5 yo Evan. "I CHANGED MY MIND MISTER! I DON'T WANNA GET FUCKED
ANYMORE! OH
GOD
IT HURTS! IT HURTS SO BAD!"
"Too fucking bad,
you little tease," I growled. "Your brother never told you this part,
did he? You were expecting some guy with some pissant
sized cock. Well, you picked my 14" monster and me! Deal with it."
The setting of this little exchange was in
my bedroom, on top of my king-sized bed. The dark haired boy and I are both
naked and he is flat on his back with me above him. My body holds his left leg
back, while my left hand is holding back his other leg. I am leaning slightly
on my left side to allow the digital video camera to record every sight and sound
as my enormous penis pounds in and out of his virgin rectum.
How many boys like him have found themselves in his position on this bed? Literally
thousands, including this boy's older brother, Isaac, whom I popped at the same
age.
I know that most of society would see me
as a monster for what I am doing. They have the mistaken belief that boys are
so innocent when it comes to sex, that none of them would desire, let alone
actively seek out this forbidden union of man and boy. Not one of the boys that
have lost their virginities on this bed were forced to
do it, not even this boy wailing for me to stop. How did this occur then? Let's
use this boy's story as an example.
My eyes were drawn to him the moment he
entered the arcade. It was unusual to see a boy that young come in to that
arcade. The usual clientele is about 9-14 or so. My friend Bill, the pedophile
who owns the arcade, prefers it that way, thinking that an overabundance of
really young boys would bring more adult attention to the place.
But what really caught my eye about him
were his clothes. He was wearing the outfit that signifies the boy's willingness
for sexual activity. I feel that some clarification is required here. Boys interested
in sex are expected to dress in muscle shirts and short shorts as tight as they
can be. So that was what Evan was wearing. Next the boy must go and select one
of one variously colored wristbands. Each color
displays how far an individual boy is willing to go. A black wristband means
the boy wants it in the ass.
I watched as the boy approached the
counter. The cashier does NOT approve of the practice of men and boys hooking
up for sex. He will absolutely flip if the young kid asks for the wristband I
think he will. Sure enough, the boy makes his request known to the attendant,
and the young man shook his head violently. The boy pointed to his wrist, then to the one he wanted. It was the black one. Bill was
away so I sauntered over to the counter.
"What seems to be the problem?"
I asked.
The boy's response was immediate. "He
won't give me the wristband I want," he said.
"That true, Sean?" I asked.
"You know the rule."
Sean protested. "He's too
young."
"He's the same age as you were, Sean,
when you came in here looking to lose your cherry "
I pointed out. "You know the rule: you give the boy the color he asks for,
or you're ass is fired."
Sean sighed and gave the boy the black
wristband. "I hope you know what you're doing, kid." he said, and
then walked away in disgust.
I turned to the boy and looked him over. I
heard a giggle and I look up to see Isaac looking at us and smirking. Then it
occurred to me who this young boy was. This was Evan, Isaac's adopted brother.
I smirked back before turning my attention back to Evan.
"What's your name, son?" I
asked.
"Evan," the boy chirped. "I'm
five."
Oh God, I thought. This was my lucky day.
"Well, Evan," I said. "Do
you know what your wristband means?"
"Uh huh," he nodded eagerly.
"It means that I want a man to fuck my bottom."
"Would you like to come to my house,
Evan?" I asked.
He pointed to the wristband and looked at
me questioningly. I nodded and he followed me to my car. He was the typical 5
yo, chattering away about anything and everything. This was one reason that I
love boys. They don't have the little missy arrogance of little girls, trying
to impress you with how grown up they are. Boys, on the other hand can be so
blissfully out of touch with reality sometimes, leading to many "Heeeere's your sign" moments. So I remained quiet as
Evan chirped away. Boylovers, you've been there.
You're just listening to that boyish voice, not really caring about the
content, because it's often "much ado about nothing."
Finally, we arrived at my house. I
unlocked the front door and ushered Evan inside. One might wonder why none of my
neighbors wondered why I was always bringing young boys home. I have no
neighbors, and even if I did, they couldn't see anything for the trees surrounding
the house.
Once inside I led Evan straight to my
bedroom. He was naked in a flash and hopped on the bed. I undressed more slowly,
delaying that moment when he would see what I had to give him. When I was down
to my boxers, I turned my back to Evan and slowly lowered to the floor before
stepping out of them. I stood there for a few seconds, teasing him because I
knew that he was dying to see my cock.
Slowly, I turned to face him and he saw my
monster cock for the first time. I moved to stand next to the bed. His tiny
hand moved to it and his light fingers stroked the shaft and then the giant
head, the first part of my penis that would enter him.
"He's so big," Evan said, uncertainty in his voice.
"Yep, he's big and for many boys,
it's been the first one to fuck them," I said. "Including your
brother Isaac when he was your age and he loved it. But if you're
scared..."
"Who said I was scared?" Evan
said indignantly. "I just said that he was big. So let's fuck."
Yes, I thought. Game, set and match. I
positioned him on the bed and lubed up my cock. I placed the head against his
tiny virgin anus and shoved the head in. Evan screamed at the rough entry.
As I expected, Evan's cries changed once
he realized that I was not going to stop. He started whimpering as my cock
pounded his magic spot.
Suddenly, I felt him climax and I was
triumphant. He was now a cockslut, a cockhound. He would now crave this all the time.
"GOD YES!" he said. "FUCK
ME! FUCK ME! HARDER! DEEPER!
FASTER!
MORE! MORE! MORE!"
The boy was now shameless. He had broken
through to that primal need inside him that desired nothing but to take a man's
cock deep and hard. He came again and stilled I plowed him. His body was almost
constantly shuddering as the sensations of our coitus washed over him like a
tidal wave. His body stiffened again and, this time, when his anus clamped down
on me, I let out my own cry of triumph as my cock started spewing my goo deep into his bowels.
"Well, how was he?" said a voice
from behind us.
"Hello Isaac," I said.
"Thanks for the present. He was amazing."
"Good," Isaac said, before
addressing the boy on the bed. "You okay, Evan?"
I looked down at him, wondering about his
answer. He had a smile of contentment on his face.
"I feel a little sore back there, but
I feel good," he said, then kissed me.
"Thanks for not stopping," he
said.
"You're welcome," I said.
He got up and dressed before leaving with
his brother. I went and grabbed a shower. Evan was a hot little fuck and I
found myself craving another boy like him.
You may wonder why I didn't return to the
arcade. After
I
brought a boy home,, I stayed away from the arcade
until the following day. Being seen in the company of several different young
boys, would draw unwanted attention. So I sat down and watched the replay of my
tryst with Evan.
The next day, I returned to the arcade.
Isaac and Evan were nowhere around, but I did see two boys of Evan's age were
standing outside the building. Both were dressed as Evan had been and both were
wearing black wristbands.
They walked over and I soon realized they
were twins.
"Hi," one of them said. "I'm
Seth and this is my twin brother Zac."
The other boy smiled, leaned close to me
and whispered, "We're friends of Evan's."
There was only one thing I could say.
"Hop in the car boys."