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 Okay, this one starts slow, with what I'll call sadistically realistic
dialog.  Which is to say the characters are woefully ignorant, hesitant,
and in denial to the point that it'll probably be a constant tease for the
reader.  Because I'm more bothered by 11 year olds talking like 35 year old
pedorasts, and jumping into bed with assholes you can drop a golfball
through, dry, than grammatical erors.  They're kids, they talk like kids.
I'm weird, so I can't promise anyone else will get off on this.

   Also, pervasive pedorasto, and emotional abuse, eventually escalating to
boy Dominant pseudo homosexual B&d-D/s with a teen (And 1 abusive scene
with a Man for contrast.) I'm going to leave it in Noncom until it
inevitably gets sucked into one of my recurring storylines, but consent is
played with extensively.  Doesn't make it right, nothing would.  It's
basically a stroker, but a slow teasing one, for pedorasts.

   Cum and get it.  {bdoM.}

   I was crying, and the horrible things they called me kept flashing
through my head.  "Wimp, crybaby." I found a place, where I could be alone.
They would leave me alone, but then I heard something else.

   "Little faggots," for real, "Yeah, you dirty little faggot!" Then a slap
snapped me out of it.

   I peeked out.  My hiding spot, it was behind some bushes, and private,
but I retreated back to under the trailer.  Where it was cooler, darker,
and felt safe.

   "Oh yeah," it was Kyle, he's in high school, but what's he doing here?
"Nh, take it you little faggot!" I wiped my eyes, but he slapped his butt
again, and he was abusing himself.  He's so much older, I never got to play
with him, or anything, but I heard.  He's real popular, has lots of
friends, and even a girlfriend, but "Hhuh!" What IS he doing at the grade
school anyway?  I mean besides spanking his butt, and playing with himself?
It was just funny, I guess.  I didn't laugh, but I stopped crying, and I
didn't really look at him jerking off.  "Nh huh!" he nodded, and some wet
stuff fell in the dirt, right in front of me.  It was hard to crawl out,
but I avoided the mess.  I didn't want to get my pants dirty.  Then I
looked, where he was looking.  At the playground, lots of kids were
playing, but he kept saying "Little faggot." Dimly aware that means, boys.
They call boys that, even me sometimes, but I usually get "Crybaby,"
because I cry a lot.  I guess I'm just sad.

   "Hey Kyle." I covered my mouth, but he looked back.  At where I was
between the bushes, over by the trailer.  I giggle, and uncover my mouth.

   He came over, and pushed me back.  "Did you see it?" he looked scared,
and I never seen a big kid scared like that before, but he looked around.
"You didn't see nothing."

   I nodded, but couldn't say it.  Then, "You like boys," slipped out,
between my fingers.

   "Tell anyone, and your dead." He pushed me down, and I didn't realize
that some dirt stuck to my shirt until they called me "Dirty Roy," then it
was dirty Roy the "Mud boy." For like a week, but the more I thought about
it, the more I realized he'd be dead.  If anyone knew.  He didn't come
back, sneak behind the trailer to look at the playground.  He just ran,
into the trees and off the school property, but just knowing that.  Why, I
even stopped crying.  Knowing I could get him in trouble.  A lot of
trouble, if anyone knew.  He's so popular, everyone knows Kyle.  Especially
his girlfriend, if she knew what he played with himself, looking at.  Even
once.  He didn't come back because he was scared, I know what that's like,
because I'm scared to go to school, but I have to.  But he didn't have to,
he wasn't supposed to be there, and I bet he even skipped school to do
that.

   In retrospect, I felt Power, for the first time of my life.  It took
weeks for me to decide how I want to use it, but I needed to.  Because it
made me feel better, not so sad, and weak, and lonely.  But knowing his
dirty little secret, I bet he'd do anything to keep it.  Then, I saw him
again.  Just hanging out, with his friends, sitting on the wall, and
laughing.  I knew it was sex, he wanted sex, with a little boy.  It was
gay, and bad, I didn't want sex.  With him, or anyone, much less gay sex. I
wanted power, and he was arguably the most powerful kid in school. 
Practically a grownup, he had a car, and friends, and a girlfriend.  But I
dropped something.  "Oops!" Picked it up.  He spanked his self, and felt
his butt, so he likes butts.  When I looked back, he was looking at my
butt, not his girlfriend.  She was sitting in his lap, so I could't see,
but that felt really good.  Not sexy, but the next time I felt like crying,
I thought about that.

   They got in his car, or his dad's.  Station wagon, not really cool, but
it was a car, and he got to drive it.  So, that's how I found out where he
lived, I was 11, and I could ride my bike, all over town.  Not like I had
friends, to hang out with, but heading up the street, I saw Kyle walking,
and smoking a cigarette.  So, I "Fell." Oops!  He ran up, and that, just
that made me feel better.  My elbow hurt, and my knee where I banged them,
but the way he ran up, just like I made him.  I didn't cry, I realized you
don't have to be big, and mean to make him notice me.  "You okay?"

   "Yeah?" Didn't know what else to say.  My face got hot.

   "Hey," he looked around, "What're you doing?"

   I shrugged, "Riding my bike?"

   "Where?"

   "I don't know, around?"

   "Well," he looked back, "I live up the street, if you want to wash off
the blood."

   I nodded.

   So, he walked my bike back.  I didn't even have to ask him to, or make
him.  His face was red, but he didn't look mad.  "Hey," he smiled, "Uh, why
don't you take your shorts off?  So, you know it doesn't get wet, or
bloody?"

   I laughed, "Why don't you?" I looked down at his pants.

   "Hey," he all a sudden recognized me.

   I smiled.  Nodded.  I closed my eyes, the moment he stood up, and
pinched the button on his pants.  I didn't really want to see it, or care,
but, I really liked that I made him do it.  He told me to, then I told him
to, and he did it.  Because he wanted to, but I kept my shorts on.

   "Yeah, faggot." He looked surprised, "You like little boys, don't you?"
He looked down, face all red, but I could tell.  He was hard, and playing
with it.  "Yeah, you like it, faggot.  Turn around." He looked up, "Let me
see your butt." He did, slowly.  "Yeah, go ahead and pull your pants down.
I want to really see it." I lied, no I didn't.  I wanted to see how far
he'd go.

   "Uh?" he jumped, and pulled them back up.

   "Bad boy," I got up, laughing.  "You friends know you're gay, Kyle?"
Just like I always thought about saying.  "Your girlfriend?  What would she
think if she knew you like to play with yourself, and look at dirty little
boys?"

   He got mad!  He pushed me down, and when I started screaming he covered
my mouth.  But he didn't let go of himself.  "No, you're bad.  You're a
faggot, aren't you?" He started beating on it again, "Aren't you?" I shook
my head, "Yeah," Or tried to, but he's too strong.  "You're a little faggot
all right." He made me nod my head, "Yeah, I knew it.  Bending over like
that, in your short shorts.  Hhuh, dirty little faggot.  I got something
for you, yeah!  You ready?  Hh, yeah, here it cums!" I closed my eyes, but
I couldn't turn away.  I didn't see it shoot out, but I felt it.  On my
face, and my hair.  "Yeah, you like that, faggot!"

   "Mm mh!" I couldn't shake my head, but it didn't last long.

   "Mh, yeah!" He wiped his hand on my shirt, and his other hand on my
pants.  Right in front, like it was mine, and it wasn't till then I
realized I was sticking out.

   I laughed.

   "What?" he looked down.

   "My turn, faggot?" I grabbed his arm, "Yeah, now I got your mess all
over me, I can tell anyone, and they'll believe me!" Yes, he looked scared.

   "Tell, and you're dead."

   "Hahah!  You know how to get rid of a body?  You got the keys to the
car? I don't think you do, cause you're walking." He let go, so I grabbed
the button on my pants.  "Now, take off your shirt."

   He backed up, so I got off the couch.

   "I wanna see you naked," I backed him up to the wall.  "You gonna kill
me, or you gonna get on your knees, and suck me, faggot?  Yeah, that's
right, get on your knees, in the corner.  And turn around.  NOW!"

   He jumped, so I felt his balls.

   "Mihenha!" I rubbed it, "You're hairy!  Faggot!"

   "Ow!" I hit his hands, "Ow, fuck!  That hurts, man!"

   "You just jerked off on me, faggot!  Don'tcha think that's kinda gay? 
THERE!  You like it, faggot!  You spank yourself, you're a big boy, what am
I hurting you?  Wimp?  You gonna start crying like a wuss, because you can
jerk off on an elevenyearold boy, but you can't take it?  Sissy?  No, you
like it, huh!"

   "No," he cried, "Nohohoh!  Please stop!" Just curled up in the corner,
so I did.

   "Then suck my dick.  Like you know you wanna.  Come on, you stupid
little girl.  Be a man, yeah suck this dirty little faggot dick like a man,
damn it.  You want me to spank you?  Yeah, you want it some more?  Yeah! 
There, now you like it.  Doncha, don't you faggot?"

   "Mmh!"

   I pulled it out.  "What?" He looked up, scared.  "I can't hear that, say
it.  Tell me you like it."

   "Yeah," he sat up, "I like it."

   "What?" I cupped my ear, "What do you like?"

   "I like sucking your dick."

   "Don't touch me!" I slapped his hands off my legs.  Shook it side to
side, "You want it?"

   "Yeah,"

   "Cum an get it," I ran.  "Ahahahaha!" Laughing, my naked privates
dangling, and swinging between my legs.  Not hard no more, but it was the
best game, ever?  I made him, cry, and say all that stuff, and suck on me,
and that was fun for a while, but then he caught me, and bent me over, and
grabbed my but.  A lot, I struggled, but he hit it to make me stop.

   "How do you like it, boy!?" And that sucks, but I'm used to it.  I
didn't even cry, he just hit it a few times, but he really wanted to grab
them, and squeeze them, and that really felt all right.  Then he stuck his
hands between my legs, and rubbed me real hard but I just flopped around a
lot.

   So I laughed, "You got to get it hard if you want to suck it again."

   Which made sense, so he let me turn over, and pulled my shirt up.  It
was still wet in spots, but he didn't pull it off.  I pushed it down to
lick the wet spots, I just wondered what it tastes like, but it was gross.
So, I took my shirt off, but he let me, because he was to busy trying to
pull me hard again, and squeezing my butt with his hand in his lap under
me. I giggled.  "That tickle?" I shook my head, "Then why're you grinning
like that?" He frowned.

   "You just looked funny," I shrugged, "This is fun."

   "You like it?"

   "Well, not when you hurt me, or on the couch, that really sucked, but I
like playing with you." I nodded, "Did you like the spanking?" He shook his
head, "Then why did you spank yourself, when you're playing with yourself
behind my school?"

   "Well, what were you doing back there, watching me for?"

   "I wasn't, I went back there to cry." I shook my head, "Bullies, I'm the
littlest in 6th grade, and they call me shrimp, and wimp, to make me cry,
so they can call me crybaby.  Why do you hate faggots so much?"

   "I'mo?" he mumbled.

   "You're not," I shook my head.  "You're a child molestor."

   "Yeah?" His face, relaxed?

   "Yeah?" I looked down, "I'm pretty sure." Nodded.

   He laughed.  "Well, okay," like he didn't notice, "But that's not gay?"

   "Well, why do you hate faggots?  I mean, you don't hate yourself, is
that why you spanked yourself, you hated yourself, for being gay?"

   "I'm not gay," he frowned, and smiled, at the same time, so I'm not sure
what that ment, "I'm a child molestor."

   "Okay, so why's that better?"

   "It's not, it's worse, but I like that." He looked away.

   Oh, "You hate it, you hate being called faggot.  That's why you call me
that?" He turned away.  "Kyle, come on, we can't play like this, and not
think about it.  Is that why you went to my school?  I could've gotten you
busted, right then, and I mean the cops, you can go to jail.  You know
there's gay guys in jail, you wanna be the little faggot?"

   "Don't call me that?"

   "Why Kyle?  You don't like it?" I got up, "You don't want to talk about
it?  Then suck my dick again.  Yeah, come on and suck on it." I slapped
him, "Suck it harder, you stupid wimp, suck it like a man.  Not a wimpy
little child molestor.  Suck it like a bull queer, in jail.  Yeah, now you
like it, huh!"

   I pulled it out, "Huh?" I giggled, and ran.

   "Hey, get back here!"

   "Hihihih!" I don't jerk off, I never even tried, even after he got off,
thinking about him for weeks, and even when he did it in my face.  He can't
suck me off either, I like this better.  Running, so he'll catch me, it's
more fun, especially when I do that.  I was a little too young, and
uneducated at 11.  Okay?  Sex-ed covered the basics, and I was a lot more
"Ewe" than "Ooh!" when I saw it.  They didn't even mention homosexuality,
so all we heard about that was from bullies, much cover Dominance, and
Submission.  I barely even heard about S&M, and the only one that would
play with me was an auto-homophobic child molester.  But I could do it, I
had that control over him, and I liked it.  I basically liked the sex,
because I could use it.  Like my incriminating shirt, and pants.  Wasn't my
cum, didn't really have to check me to find out I'm underdeveloped, and
that was a lot, or it got all over the place anyway.  He caught me on the
stairs, and held my butt to jerk it all over my back, and that was fine.

   "Now, go get my shirt." He's weak, when he just gets off.  Still guilty
about it, and he even looked a little sorry.  Went and got it right away,
so I could wipe it off.  "So, why do you hate the word Faggot?"

   "Hh, my dad used to beat me." He sat down.

   "Is he gone?" His car's out front.  Nobody in the house.

   "No?  I mean yeah, he's at work, but he just stopped."

   "Why?" He shrugged, "Why's the car here?"

   "Oh, it's busted, a belt or something."

   "Oh," made sense.

   "And he called you that?  Dirty little faggot?"

   "Well," he shrugged, "No, I mean he just called me that once, and then
he stopped."

   "Why?"

   "Idaknow?"

   "So that why you spank yourself, and say that?" I realized, it was like
a trance, or something.

   "Well, he got a hardon, and, he jerked off."

   "Oh," I nodded.

   "Yeah, and.  Hh, I guess." He shrugged, "I guess that's when I thought,
you know.  I was scared, he might be right."

   "Oh," I shrugged, "I sure don't know."

   Then, I got dressed, got on my bike, and rode it home.  I played, I had
fun, I was really fucking confused, so I had to think.

   For a long time, I'm sure he had to too, but then I saw him again, and
again.  Then I started trying to avoid him, but he knew where I lived, and
where I went to school of course.  It was scary, he hurt me, and called me
names, and I focused a lot on the bad stuff instead of what I liked.  So, I
started trying to think about what I could do.  To stop him, I thought
about telling on him, and sending him to jail, but it was basically my
second time.  The first when I thought about controlling him, because I
caught him spanking off.

   It took a while, to realize why I liked it.  This most of all, it was
like running, and I really even liked imagining what he'd like to do if he
caught me.  Again, it was about Controlling him, and I liked the attention,
it was like a game we're playing, but not together.  One time he was sick
and I didn't see him.  From the bus stop, not because it was raining, but
he had his car, probably jerked off looking at me, but I stopped riding my
bike because of the weather, and even when he didn't have the car, he
watched me, in the rain.  From around the corner, he hid, but I didn't see
him, or his car at school, either.  I tried to imagine what was going
through his mind, besides "Yeah, dirty little faggot," but I guess I scared
him too?  Because he didn't come after me, and I didn't go after him. 
Until that day, when I missed him.

   I felt a little heart broken, I thought he loved me, all right?  One
fantasy of many that went through my sick immature mind is he loved me, and
he didn't know how to show it.  Which is why he was so awkward, and ashamed
the first time, but then again, he molested me, and scared me, which I
liked too.  I didn't get hard again, I mean sometimes, you wake up, and
it's hard.  It's uncomfortable, especially if you have to pee, but you
can't, but it was just annoying.  And for peeing, I knew more than I really
wanted to think about sex, but it wasn't for me.  I thought I had a friend,
I got to play with him, and I thought he liked me, then I thought he, might
have.  Stopped.  Liking me.  So, I cried, in the bathroom, because under
the portables reminded me of him on recess, and then I went to his house
after school.  In retrospect, I have to think maybe I felt defeated.  He
won, he finally beat me by making me go to him, but I didn't realize it at
the time.

   Turned out he just got a cold.  Probably from watching me in the rain at
the bus stop.  Or waiting for me to get home from there, or looking at me
through the window when I got dressed.  I caught him once, he ran off
before I got the window open, and then I never saw him out there again.  I
checked, I even snuck out to hide in wait in the side yard in case he came
to see me at bedtime.  For like a week, I honestly didn't know what to
think.  Or what to feel, but I did a lot of both, basically throughout that
winter, for months.  I didn't know what to do when I got there, so I walked
around, tried to see through the windows which room he might be in, but he
was upstairs.  I found out, because the fence scraped the wall, and I fell
off.  Then his dad came out, and caught me in the back yard.

   "Who're you?" He didn't even look mad, though I broke a board off, the
locked gate, and scraped some paint off the siding.

   "Roy," I mumbled.

   "You here to see Kyle?"

   I nodded.  Turns out he had a cold, his dad took us right up, and even
left us alone, with the door closed together.

   "What are you doing here?"

   I shrugged.  "Well," avoided eye contact, "I didn't see you, so I was,
worried about you?" Amongst everything else.

   "It's just a cold," he waved it off, looked around.  He wasn't talking
real loud, but I could barely hear him.

   "Huh?"

   He sat up, 'thanks, for not saying anything.  To, anybody.'

   I grinned, "About What!?" Sat down.

   'sh!' I laughed.  'you know?'

   "Oh," I nodded, "You mean, when you molested me?"

   "Quiet, you want my dad to hear?"

   "What, that you're a Faggot?"

   "I'm not playing, Roy."

   "Me neither, why didn't you?"

   "What?"

   "Tell anybody, your dad beat you, and jerked off right in front of you,
right?"

   "No?"

   "So you lied about that," or you're lying now?

   "I mean, he went and jerked off, but I heard him.  Then, he stopped."

   "Yeah, but.  You think he's really gonna do anything, if he hears us
talking about it?  Come on, you can tell on him, just like I can tell on
you."

   "Well, why didn't you?"

   "Iano?" Shrug, "I guess it was kinda neat, when you're following me. 
It's boring, I never got nothing to do, and It was, like, kinda like,
something to do, you know?  Why'd you follow me?" That's what I really
wanted to know.

   "Idunno," he looked away, and I really like the way he blushed. 
Embarrassed, I felt it, but didn't really think about it.  Shaming him, I
thought about that a lot, but right now, I just rubbed his shoulder.  I
didn't have any idea what else to do, much less what to say to him.  "Have
you thought about it?"

   "What?"

   "Doing it again?" I shrugged.

   "Do what?"

   "You know," I don't know what to call it, Molesting, didn't sound right
to me, or I didn't like the idea.  "Huh, playing around, again."

   "Like," he looked at the door.

   "Yeah," of course.

   "I'm sick."

   "Yeah," I felt down the blanket, "But you're hard."

   "Hh!" He closed his eyes.  So, I played with it, a while under the
covers.  I scooted down, so you couldn't see it from the door, but I just
moved it around.  It was big, he was about 15, or 16.  In high school,
anyway.  Then he grabbed it under the covers, and put his knees up, to jerk
off.  I looked back at the door, and got up.  I just stood in the corner,
behind the door if it opened, and turned around.  Opened up my pants to
pull them down, and looked back.  Watched him, couldn't really see him,
under the tent his legs made, but I heard him patting, and could see his
arm shaking under it.  I looked at his face, he just looked at my butt, but
he was staring real hard, then he closed his eyes.  "Hhh!" I looked back in
the corner, but the patting slowed down, and I didn't even hear it.  I
shivered, and closed my eyes, too.  I think, I thought, I could almost feel
it.  His orgasm, or part of it.

   "Hh!" I nodded.  Then, I tried to pull up my shorts, but I was hard.  So
finally, I turned around, and tried it.  Playing with myself, but it didn't
feel good.  I wondered what was wrong with it, until it went away, then I
wondered what was wrong with Me.  I loved it, him following me, and looking
at me, and jerking off, but I couldn't do it.  And that made me start
crying again, so I pulled up my pants, and left.

   But this time, I immediately started thinking.  About what I should of
done.  The first thing would have been to ask him all the questions I
really still wondered about.  Most of all, how he felt about me, because I
wasn't real sure whether he loved me or hated me.  Because I was a dirty
little faggot.  That's when I decided I wanted him to love me, and it
started raining again so I had to find a porch to hide under.  Nobody was
home, but it rained real hard, so I started crying, and calling myself
"Stupid," for not thinking about it.  I really wanted him to then, love me,
then I thought about him kissing me.  But he's sick, and that would make me
sick, so I had this fantasy about him coming to my house to see me. 
Because he made me sick, which would make him feel guilty, so I stopped
crying.

   He feels guilty, or at least ashamed.  Of being attracted to me, but I
guess I liked the shame more than being desired, knowing what he desired me
for.  I mean, he's a child molestor, he gets scary, and violent, but at
least he likes me.  At least he played with me, he was just too sick to
this time, and it would be kind of weird running around naked so he could
chase my butt in front of everyone.  He likes my butt, and I guess rubbing
it is kind of like playing with myself.  Since playing with my penis isn't
fun, even when it's hard.  I let him suck on it, because he wanted to, and
I made him say it, but would that make me sick?  Would that make it sick,
and fall off?  That would probably be gross, but I fantasized it getting
sick like a nose.  Red, and swollen with snot, and even it sneezing until
it made me giggle.  I didn't get hard again, but I wouldn't play with it
right out here if it did.

   But I liked him looking at it.  Jerking off, and I guess it made him
stop.  At least he started coming over to my house, or at least my street,
instead of my school.  I have to wonder what he would have done, if I
hadn't stopped it.  I had no concept of rape, despite how near I had come
to it.  I had vague ideas he could hurt me, but just thinking I made him
stop, and not hurt some other boy made me feel good.  That's fucked up,
feeling good about him molesting me, and violently jerking off in my face,
instead of jerking off in the bushes, and spanking himself.  But he
probably would have done something, eventually.  And he was violent, but
the rain slowed down, so I walked the rest of the way home in the mist and
drizzle.

   Then, I played with myself, the first time.  Just my butt, I layed down
with my face in the pillow to swat it with both hands, and rubbing it in. I
imagined him doing it, and pushed up to undo my pants.  But I just lay back
down, and spanked them again, to rub them inside.  I liked that, it felt
really good eventually, but it wasn't like a spanking.  So, add that to the
list, if he likes spanking, or hates it?  I asked him before, and he said
he did, but then he cried, and hated it.  Like now, it feels really good
now, but I hated it before.  I guess it was humiliating, I wasn't
humiliated now, but I called him faggot, and spanked him until he cried. 
So, I'd ask that too, if he likes it sometimes, and calling him faggot made
him hate it.  Tomorrow, I decided he's probably going to be sick a couple
days at least, so I can go see him again after school.  That made me feel
so good, I turned over, and took off my pants, then got under the covers to
go to sleep.

   I rang the doorbell this time.  "Hey," I held up my backpack, "I brought
all his lessons, and homework." Like we go to the same school.  At all.

   "What grade are you in?"

   "Sixth?" then I thought up a lie, "But Kyle goes to school with my
sister, so she got them for me."

   "Oh," he nodded, "He's up in his room." I knew the way now, upstairs, no
possible way I can get up there, but I thought about it.  I can see it, his
window from the back yard.

   "Hey," he sat up.  "Uh, my dad downstairs?"

   "You still didn't tell him."

   "Of course not!"

   "No, that you can go to the cops, or at least tell your mom.  She'd hate
that."

   "Yeah, but I don't want him to go to jail."

   "No, but you could get something out of it."

   "Like what?"

   "I don't know, whatever you want?  He's your dad, but if you think about
it, I bet you can think of something."

   "Well, I don't know how to talk about it."

   "Well, you're talking about it now."

   "Yeah, cause you made me do it." Hm.  "What?"

   "Hm?" I blinked, "Well, how do you feel about me?" Changed the subject.

   "I don't know," he looked away, "You're cool."

   I laughed, "You didn't follow me for weeks, and stand in the rain until
you got a cold for 'Your cool'." I sat on the side of the bed, "Do you like
me?"

   "I don't know, I guess?"

   "Love me?"

   "Hh."

   "Kyle?" He turned his shoulder, "Look at me."

   He turned away.  "I'm tired." Then, "Ah," he rubbed his butt, "What was
that for?"

   "You're not still tired are you?" He grabbed me.  "Mh?" Then he kissed
me.  "hm!" I relaxed, and then I shrugged.  So, I'd get sick.  "Huh!" I
looked up, in the eyes.  "Kyle?"

   He looked down.  "Yeah," he nodded, and kissed me again.

   "Hh," I pushed him back.  "You're sick."

   "Oh," he coughed, "Sorry."

   "Hh!" I blinked.  "You too sick to fuck around?"

   "Sh!" He looked at the door.

   I giggled, "What do you want to do?"

   "Iduno," I felt him hard.  Not all ready, but he got it up pretty quick.

   "Can I jerk you off, this time?" I turned on the bed, and looked back.
When I turned around, I looked up, and saw myself in the window. 
Reflected, on the dark roof across the way, but if I scooted over I saw the
doorknob, so I scooted back.

   "Hh," he rubbed my arm, so I rubbed his chest.

   "Turn over, no the other way.  Yeah, this way I can jerk it like you
do." Under the cover, I pulled it out the fly of his pajamas.  No
underwear, or like long underwear I guess, but no shirt on.  I rubbed his
butt too.  "Hh, you like spanking?"

   "I don't know," he shrugged, "I tried it, before.  Spanking myself, but
it wasn't like, when you spanked me.  I don't know, I liked it for a little
while."

   I nodded, "Then I started bullying you." And that felt good to say!

   "Well, not really."

   "Oh yeah, I bullied you real bad, you started crying."

   "I wasn't crying."

   "Uh, huh!  All over your face.  Don't you remember?  That's why you
attacked me, and beat off on me."

   "Sorry."

   "HhH!"

   He turned over.  Felt for it, but I was soft.  "Does that.  Why're you
so excited?" I shrugged, but he went soft anyway.  "I mean you're not hard,
but.  You keep making this weird face, like UHN!  Like a girl, and it's
weird."

   "Really?" I looked up in the window.

   "Sorry, I called you a girl." He looked down, and flushed.  "There," he
looked up.  "You like being called a girl?"

   I shrugged.  "It's not really an insult.  I don't care, people call me
that all the time."

   "But you don't like wuss, wimp, or," he thought, "Crybaby?" He grinned,
"Okay, why do you hate that?"

   "I don't know, cause it's true?  Huh!  When I start crying, they call me
that, and it makes it worse.  So, I go cry, and it just feels so much
worse, because I can't stop.  It's like I'm stuck, I can't stop crying,
because I'm such a crybaby.  So, I hate it." Always did, they'd called me
that for years.

   "Oh yeah, and why'd you let them bully you?"

   "Well, you know I'm the smallest?"

   "In sixth grade, but you're a sixth grader.  Everyone else is smaller
than you."

   "Oh, god." I shook my head, "Well, I guess because I'm stupid," smack
it, "Obviously!"

   "Well don't beat yourself up over it.  Huh!  Look, you're a great guy,
you really are, I always thought so.  I just never knew how to say it,
because I was scared." He looked up, "Huh!  You're right, I hated it, I
hated myself, but you showed me, I don't have to.  There's nothing wrong
with me, so there's nothing wrong with you.  They just told you that so
long you forgot, or you missed when it stopped being true.  You're not a
baby, I mean you're not a man either, but I love you." He nodded, "I do, I
love you Roy."

   "Thanks," I kissed his head, "I love you too." He looked at me. 
Disappointed?  "Well, I been thinking about it, and I decided you don't
think about it enough."

   "What?"

   "What you want.  What you want from me, what you want me to do, and what
you want to do with me.  I don't know, and you won't be able to tell me
until you figure it out."

   "Well, what do you want?" I thought, "Since you been thinking about it."

   "Huh!" I looked up, "Well, right now, I have a lot of questions."

   "Like what?"

   "Well, it's about your dad."

   "What about him?"

   "Well, to start, what he did to you, what you liked, and what you didn't
like." Since it's like the only other thing I know about.  "Huh!  To start,
when did it happen?"

   "What?" He turned.

   I turned him back, "The last time he spanked you." He pushed my hand
away.  "Look, we're going to touch eachother, and I can tell this is a big
deal, as far as us, figuring out, what the hell we're doing here."

   "Well, huh.  Why don't you get off, or stay hard, ever, huh?"

   "I'm eleven?"

   "Yeah, well when I was eleven, I was jerking off, and cumming all the
time."

   "Well, I'm underdeveloped, I'm not a doctor."

   "Well, it's not me, right?  I mean, you are, attracted to me, right?"

   "Huh!" I looked up, "I don't know, I never done this before.  I don't
know what it feels like, but, huh!  I, guess?  Yeah, you're an attractive
guy, everyone says so."

   "Oh, thanks."

   "I don't think it works yet, I don't got any hair on it, I can't even
play with myself, and get anything out of it.  I should probably ask my
doctor next time I see him, if it doesn't start working before that, but I
can't stop thinking about you." There's that!

   "Yeah?  I mean, me neither, but.  What about me?"

   "I really like when you chase me.  I mean, even when you're following
me, and watching me, I thought that felt, like.  I don't know, it was the
best feeling, but I thought about it, and I still don't know why. 
Sometimes I look for you when you're not even there, and when you stopped.
Huh!  I thought, I was afraid, you didn't like me any more."

   "Well, I just got sick."

   "Yeah, and now I'm probably gonna get sick, so if you get better, first.
You better come to see me at my house, like this?"

   "Yeah!" he nodded, "Of course!" He looked down, "Um, can I, touch your
butt?"

   "Yeah," maybe that'll get him hard again, so I can jerk him off. 
"Here," I took his hand, and scooched to sit on it.  "You really like it."

   "Yeah, it's the best part."

   "Why?"

   "I dunno, it's just so round, and soft, and I just love squeezing, and
feeling on it."

   "Yeah, it's dirty." He closed his eyes.  "Yeah, you like my dirty little
butt." He nodded, and I felt him swelling in my hand again.  "Do you think
I'm, pretty?" He looked.

   "Yeah."

   "Tell me, I'm pretty?"

   "Yeah, you're real pretty."

   "Hh," I closed my eyes, "You're not a dirty little boy, you're the
prettiest boy I ever seen." I frowned, "What?"

   "You're lying."

   "Well," he looked down, "I maybe exaggerated, a little."

   "Well, don't."

   "Okay.  I love your eyes."

   "Really?" I looked, but it looked like the truth.

   "Yeah, you have really pretty eyes, I think they're the prettiest part."

   "Huh!" I had to look away, but my face got real hot.

   "I did, think about you.  Huh!  I remembered, well you remember when you
backed me in the corner?"

   "Mhm?"

   "H, well.  You said, you told me to get on my knees, and it's like. 
Well, it's not like you could make me, but.  I really wanted to.  i Like as
soon as you said it?"

   "Yeah?"

   "Yeah, and.  I think, you really like that."

   "What?"

   "Making me.  Do stuff?"

   "Hm!  Yeah."

   "I really like it too."

   "Really?"

   "Yeah, like when you made me take off my clothes, and suck your dick?  I
mean I liked it, I tried not to think about.  Huh, you know when I was
jerking off in the bushes?" I nodded, "Well, I was thinking about little
dicks, and then you made me suck it, and huh!  Hh!"

   "Wow," I giggled.  It shot all over the inside of the blanket, but I got
some on my fingers too.  So, I pulled them up carefully.  "Eat it," I wiped
it on his lips.  "Suck it off my fingers."

   "Hh!" He nodded, with my fingers in my mouth, and sucked them.  Not
like, well a cocksucker.  He didn't suck my dick, like in and out, either,
he just sucked on them.  "You like it, you like your cum?"

   "Mwo," he shook his head.

   "Well," I scooped some off of his pajamas, "Too bad, eat it anyway."

   "Mh!  Mmhm!" He closed his eyes.

   "Hh!"

   So, that told me to think about what I want to make him do.  All the way
home, definitely the spank him for what he wanted to do, game.  Oh yeah,
and "Can you stand in the window, and jerk off?  I can get a flashlight, to
shine up on the ceiling, then I can watch you jerk off, and maybe cum on
me?"

   "Yeah!" He liked that idea.  So, I went back, and told them "I'm not
feeling very well," and got my flashlight, and climbed out the window.

   "Oh yeah, huh!  I was scared, when you jerked off on me because you're
hurting me, and I was scared, but.  Huh!  Even before that, when I caught
you behind the trailer, huh!  I been thinking about you, jerking off on me.
And you don't have to get up," with his bed right by the window, so I
walked back.

   And he's right, I didn't like him sucking my dick so much as making him
suck my dick, but I really liked sitting on his hand.  More then when he
caught me, and felt me up, but that was fun too.  I was mostly excited
because I got him to chase me, but in retrospect, he helped me figure that
out.  I like him looking at me, touching, and sucking me, but really what
made me feel the best was making him.  Do anything, but especially what he
doesn't want to.  It was kind of cool, when I "made" him eat his cum, but
the first time.  I guess I surprised him, because he didn't think about it,
but then he lied, and said he didn't like it so I had to "Make him" again.
But the second time, it wasn't the same, because I knew it was pretend.  I
didn't want to pretend to, I wanted to Make him.

   "Oh!" Yeah, and make him say "I love you," that's why he was
disappointed.  I guess I gasp, and sigh, and no idea what face I make, but
he thought that's what I wanted to hear.  It was sweet, and romantic, but
really I was disappointed he didn't say it when I tried to make him.  But
at least it wasn't a lie, it's true, he loves me, or he believed it. 
That's what I thought, and it felt good, but not as good as making him get
on his knees.  I loved that, since he said he loved that too, that made it
even better, and I got hard, walking back to his house.  "So," what do I
want to make him do next?  I mean, after tonight, the whole point of going
back is so he can jerk off out the window, but.  "Huh!" Think about that
too.  He wants to, but he can't touch me, I don't think he can really see
me, so he'll probably be aiming blind, but I don't really care about
getting hit?

   I want to see it, after the first couple times, when I looked away, I
really like looking at it, and seeing it shoot.  Or feeling it, when he
shot in the blankets, and "Hhn, yeah!" Making him cum, that's way better
then him jerking off, but when he did it yesterday.  Looking at me in the
corner, "HhH?" That felt amazing, my knees almost went week, and I got so
hard, and hot, with my butt hanging out, and the look on his face.  Jerking
off, and "Hhhhhh, hH?  Uh!" I stopped, and covered myself, but I was
twitching in my pants.  "Nh hn!" It wasn't until it stopped I realized I
got off.  I guess, from walking hard and it rolling around in my underwear
was enough, but really it was remembering all the things I made him do, and
honestly the most erotic feeling I remember doing so far.  Which was
honestly standing in the corner, with my pants down so he could jerk off
looking at my butt.

   "Huh huh!" I felt in my pants, but they're dry.  I didn't care, but when
I could get up, I thought about what I can make him do, next time, that
would make it better.  I think I like him looking at it better then even
touching it, so start there.  When I got there, he got up in the window,
where I could see him.  And this time I got a good long look.  It's not
that big and scary, all the way up there, but it's bigger.  He can wrap his
hand all the way around it, all 4 fingers, and I can't do that, even with
my littler hand.  And he's hairy, not real hairy, but in sex ed they said
I'd get hair on it like that, and I whispered up to him.

   'what?' He stopped, and got down, to cup his ears on the window sill.

   So, I cupped my hands, and whispered louder.  'i got off, thinking about
you!' I giggled.

   "Oh!" He got up, "Oh yeah," in the window again, and he got off,
thinking about it.  It wasn't like rain, but like, you know when it's just
starting to rain?  And the big fat drops come down, but not all around,
just one over here, and over there, but I saw it.  Shooting out, really
far, it went right over me!  "Huh, huh!" I didn't even get hard again, but
it started dribbling, so I held out my hand to catch it.  1 drop, but it
was enough.  "Smp!" It wasn't gross any more, maybe it was just my shirt,
but I liked it.  "Good night, Roy," He layed down.

   "Good night, Kyle." All the way home, I thought about what I wanted to
make him do next.

   ;

   Roy {bdoM NC.  Trigger Warning.  If you're already flashing back, might
want to skip ahead...}

   But then, he wasn't there the next day.  "He's out with his friends." I
sniffed, but I tried not to cough or sneeze in front of my mom and dad,
until I found out if he was better, but now he's better, and I should go
home and tell them I'm sick, but he just looked down at me, a minute, then
turned to close the door.

   "I'm a dirty little faggot."

   "What?" he stopped, "what did you say?"

   I nodded, and rubbed my butt, "Kyle, told me what you do, to dirty
little faggots.  He spanked me, and I liked it." I grinned, but I could see
it.  On his face, "Uh, can I come in?"

   "Yeah," he held the door for me.

   "You're right, he's a dirty faggot too, but he's not little like me.  He
likes little faggots like me, but he's not little." I giggle, he's even
bigger, and older than Kyle.  Because he's his dad, of course.  "He said
you went and jerked off.  Because you like dirty little faggots too."

   "Stop it," he shook his head, and turned away.  To hide it, I could see
it.  Sticking up in his pants.

   "Or what, you'll spank me, faggot?"

   "I'm not a faggot!"

   "Yeah!" he grabbed me.  "Hmh, yeah!" He held my shoulder and just
swatted my butt, but I laughed, "Ahaha!" I didn't really like it, spanking,
but I been doing it a lot, and acting out so the teachers do it, but my mom
and dad don't spank me.  "Yeah, spank me, harder huH!  Yeah!" But I was
really hard, and "Nh!" He hit me so hard, it made it jerk in my pants, "Nh,
yeah!  Harder!" And I made him do it.  I made him spank me, that made all
the difference.

   "Yeah, you like that, faggot?  You like it you dirty little boy?"

   "Yeah?" And I thought about it.  Ever since he told me.  "Huh!  Huh!" it
was so exciting, I got off real quick and fell down.  "Hih hih hin!" My
butt felt so hot too.

   "Yeah!" I roll over, and looked up.

   "Yeah, get it out, nh!" Another twitch in my pants, "Get out you big
hard dick, and jerk it.  Yeah!" it was big!  "Oh yeah, jerk it for, faster,
faster!  And cum all over me." I covered my mouth, "HmhmhN!" He looked so
funny!  But I made him do it, and I just had to close my eyes.  I just got
off, and my butt still burned from the spanking but I just felt.  So good,
like when I made Kyle get naked, and suck my dick, only so much better!

   "Hh, yeah.  I got something for you, Huh!  Faggot!  Huh, yeah!  Here it
comes, you ready?  You ready for it?  Yeah, you want it.  Here it is!"

   "Yeah, cum for me, yeah!  NH!" I closed my eyes, and covered my mouth,
but then it came out, and splashed all over me.  "Hhm, Mh, hm?" Nodding,
but it kept splashing, over, and over, and I knew, he couldn't think about
nothing but me.  "Mnnnnh!" I almost fell asleep right there.

   "Huh, fuck!" He fell down, but he put his hand down, "You're a hot
little piece of ass, aren't you Roy?" I crawled out from under him.

   "HhHin!" He was busy, looking down, trying to put it away, on his hand
and knees.  A lot got on my face, and my hand.  I don't know why I covered
my mouth, I forgot Kyle did that the first time he did it, but I put it
under his mouth.  To see, if he's as weak and obedient as Kyle gets when he
gets off.  "Look at this," I wiped it on his mouth, "Look what you did, you
bad man!"

   "Uh!?" He fell down when I hit him.

   "Hhihn!" I clapped, and started spanking him.  "Yeah, you bad man.  You
filthy fucking child molestor!  You belong in jail, look what you did to
me. And, Kyle!  Yeah." I jumped on his back, and just waled on his ass,
"You jerked off, thinking about your Son!  You stupid sick man!"

   "No, nohohoh!"

   "Huh, huh?" I couldn't even talk, it was so incredible, it was better
than the orgasm.  And that was way better than the first time, walking over
here.  "Huh, huh!"

   "Get off me!" I snapped out of it, but I swallowed when he got up.  "If
you tell anyone,"

   "No!" I slapped his finger.  "Shut the fuck up, and Listen!" I got up,
"Look at me, I'm covered in your cum.  I can go out, right now, and tell
the cops.  You think they'll believe me?  Looking like this?  You tanned my
ass real good too, you think it's bruised?  Yeah," I scooped some up, "I
think I'll put some of it in my ass too, get down.  Get down on the floor
like the filthy dog you are.  Do it, NOW!  On your hands and knees, and
pull your belt off.  Yeah, you bad little bitch.  You like spanking?  You
like spanking dirty little faggots?  Give it to me, and get down on your
elbows.  Yeah.  HhH!" I closed my eyes, and just felt it.  The thick heavy
belt in my hands, bringing it together.  "This is what you get, for being a
FAGGOT!"

   "Ah!"

   "Where you going?  Hold still, and take it like a man."

   "Ah!  Uh huh huh!"

   "HhHIH!"

   "Ah!"

   It felt so good, and better, and better with every swat.  He was crying,
he was sobbing, and I was spanking him!  A man, a real full grown man, and
spanking him was the best thing ever.  I had to pull my pants out, from the
back, because I was hard again, and that made it slip in my dry underwear
when I hit him.  So, I gave myself a wedgie, "NO!"

   "AH!"

   "I'm not done with you.  Bend over, grab your ankles."

   "Ahhhhhhh!  Stop!"

   "No!" I just spanked him, until I got off again.  "Hh!" I sat down. 
"Nh!" Dropped the belt, so he grabbed it, and ran to his room.  Sobbing,
and holding his pants.  "HhHhH!" I started shaking, and lay back on the
floor.  "HUHN!" God it felt so good.  It was the best feeling ever, I
didn't want it to end.  But it did, nothing lasts forever.  "Hh!" I got up,
wiped the tears out of my eyes, and went back home.  Still covered in jizz,
but I loved that too.  My face was even hotter than my butt, which cooled
off anyway, but everytime I saw someone, I remembered my spunk covered
shirt, I even wiped the rest off my face with it, it was dry and crusty,
but I was just daring them to see it.  To recognize it, and ask me how I
came to be so covered in cum.  But they didn't.  I didn't even get hard
again, until I got home.

   "KHUH!" I coughed, right in the door, and blew snot out on my shirt. 
"KNHNHNK!"

   "Oh my god, you're covered in snot!"

   I laughed, "Yeah, I'm sick." I tried to keep a straight face.

   Mom took my shirt off, and ran a hot bath for me.  Then hot tea, with
lemon, and honey.  She made chicken an Spoetzle for me, and everything. 
It's not my favorite, but I really like it.  I got sick, and fell asleep,
with a fever, but I had such nice dreams about Kyle and his father.

   "Oh, your friend Kyle stopped by, to see if you're here.  He said you
might have gotten his cold."

   I nodded, "Yeah, that's who I got it from." And giggled, that's not all!

   "What is it?"

   "Nothing mom, uh, could you get me some more tea?"

   She held my forehead, then let go.  "Of course dear."

   I just curled up, and snuggled in my covers, but I felt good.  Really
really good.  I usually get sad when I'm sick, but all I could think about
was beating Kyle's dad with the belt, and I could do even more, any time I
want, or tell if he didn't let me.  Imagine him in handcuffs, to go to
jail, and be the faggot for some big hardened criminals.

   I love Kyle, but I really thought and dreamed most about what I wanted
to make his dad do, next.  "Hm!" It's not the same, with Kyle, it's like,
really romantic, and it feels good all the time.  Just thinking about it.
But with his dad, it's dirty, and mean, and it.  Just blew my mind.  I
almost passed out, a couple of times, more like the first time with Kyle.
Yeah, but then I fell in love with Kyle, so I don't want to hurt him any
more, just kiss him, and feel his hands on my butt, and jerk him off.  But
his dad, well I ruined it with Kyle because I told him it was a lie.  I
wouldn't tell, or go to the cops, because I didn't want to.  I didn't want
him to go to jail, and now I care about him.  His dad, though.  I don't
care, I want to hurt him, and make him cry, and if I have to, send him to
jail.  "Hm, yeah." When I'm done with him.

   I'm not done with him yet.  I barely even got started.

   ;

   {Okay, call this Chapter 2.  At this point, it cools off to more
consensual, and that's the last nonconsensual scene in here.  Again, for
contrast, but then the pace picks up to unbelievably realistic runaway
escalation.  Based on having done all this, personally, over a weekend.}

   ;

   Kyle {bdom, Pedo, Sick.}

   "Is Roy home?"

   "He's up in his room," his mom showed me back.  I knew which one was
his, but she didn't know I been there before.  First time they let me in
though.  "It's so nice that he has a friend now." Good, so she's not
worried about me being older.  I mean, I'm only 4 and a half years older,
but he's still, so much like a little boy.  That's what I love about him,
but I don't want her to know that.  I really just wanted to see him, I knew
we couldn't really do anything, with him sick, and his mom right there.

   "You came!" He covered his mouth, while I hugged him.

   "I don't want to get sick again, I wanted both of us better, so we can
go out together."

   "Go out where?"

   "Well," I looked down, "For one thing, my dad was mad when I got home.
I'm sorry, I came over here." He nodded, "Because I thought you're already
were sick, but he said you told him.  You're my boyfriend.  Snh, he
wouldn't even look at me."

   "Hm!  Hmhm?"

   "Huh, so he said you can't come over any more."

   "Well, then we'll go out, I hear you got the car back."

   "Well," I looked at him, he looked so happy!  "Uh, you're right." He
closed his eyes, and sighed.  I scratched my head, "Uh, I got mad, and we
got in this big fight, but he didn't hit me.  So, I, reminded him about
what happened, the last time he spanked me, and he got real scared.  Huh,
so like you said, I uh," scratched it again, "You know, about thinking
about what I wanted?  Well, from you, I just want you, to get better so we
can go out." He nodded, "But once I said it.  Huh!  It was just so hard to
say, and thank you for making me tell you, but."

   "Mmmh!" He sniffed, and snuggled tighter under the covers.

   "Well, he gave me the car.  I mean, he let me borrow it before, but I
told him I'm old enough to have my own car now, so he gave me the key, and
said I could have the station wagon."

   He giggled, "Good!"

   "So, I was thinkin'.  Uh, that's big enough in back, I can kinda make a
bed back there.  With pillows and stuff, so we can." I looked at the door,
and lowered my voice.  'well,' my face got hot, 'you know.'

   "Are you hard?" I felt it, nodded.  "Good," he sniffed, "I got snot, all
over me, so my mom won't think.  Huh!  KHUH!  Skoozeme.  SNH!  So, you can
cum,all over me, and she just thinks it's snot."

   "Oh!" I got up, "Good idea!" He's smart, because he thinks a lot, and
it's not like I'm.  Well, I never really was, but I just didn't think about
stuff.  Not like Roy, so he had to show me, how to think about stuff, so
I'm getting better at it.

   "Huh!" Like this, with my back to the door.  We really can get away with
pretty much everything, if we just figure out how to do it right.

   "Good, nice thinking."

   "Huh!"

   "Yeah, we can make it our little love mobile, and you can drive me out.
SNH!  KHUH!" He spat, "Some where nice, not like out to dinner, or a movie,
but maybe up in the hills, where we can be alone." Naked, "Together.  And."

   "Huh!?" Yeah, "Yeah!" That would be great!  "Huh!"

   He giggled, and blew his nose, but I stopped and licked off my fingers.

   "Mh," he felt in my underwear, "Save me some.  SMQ!" Then he blew his
nose on the blankets, again.

   He patted them, on the side where it wasn't such a mess.  I looked back,
it was hard to tell, what was snot, but I saw my cum in there too.  I'd
seen it, but you have to look for it, and I don't think his mom would. 
Ever suspect what we're doing.  And that's the best part, we can do all of
this, and no one's the wiser!  I wanted to kiss him so much, so I kissed my
fingers, and put them on his lips to kiss them back.

   "Oh," I remembered, "I got some porn, too.  Well, I made my dad get it.
He knows, I'm gay now, but he's.  Well, he still hates it, but he doesn't
call me." Dirty little faggot, "That any more." He nodded.  "So, he got me
gay porn, and.  Huh!  it's really.  Well, I guess, educational?  I didn't,
well I tried, but I couldn't really think about.  You know, like you said,
what I wanted?  To do with you, because, well it's gay, and they don't talk
about it, but I want you to have, this one.  It's all teen guys, uh.  I
guess you have to be 18 or older to be in it, but see?  This guy's kinda
young looking, like you?  He doesn't look 18, but his dick is still too
big. He doesn't have any hair on it, though."

   "Ew," he giggled, "NhihihkHUH.  A KHUHUH!" Spat on the blanket.

   "What?"

   He covered his mouth.

   "Why's he got his," he looked away.

   "His dick in his butt?" I nodded, "That's how fags have sex." Shrug,
"They like it."

   "That's gross!" Yeah, but, I just looked at the blanket.

   I shrugged, "I guess it's a different kind of gross," Huh!  "Like, I
don't know," I rubbed it, it was slimy, and.  "Huh!  I like this, kinda
gross.  And.  Well, you told me to think about it, and.  Huh?" I looked
away.

   "What?  What did you do, Kyle?"

   "Huh!" I closed my eyes, smiled.  "Here," I picked the magazine back up,
flipped back.  "See how, uh before he fucked him, he put grease on him,
and." I didn't say it.  Looked at the door again.

   He giggled, 'he's got his finger in his butt!'

   "YeahH!" I shivered a little.

   "You tried that?" His mouth covered it.  "And you liked it!?"

   "Oh yeah." It felt wonderful.  "I think it's, like spanking?" I shook my
head, "I don't know, maybe it's why I like spanking, or.  Huh!  I guess. 
Well, I thought, it would feel like, when you spank me, if you fucked me
like that."

   "Oh, well he is bent over."

   "Yeah," just imagine, "So you'd hit, my butt, if you fucked me like
that?"

   Yeah, take it!  That's what I thought, spanking myself last night, and
fingering my butt.

   "And you'd like it?"

   "Yeah, I think I'd love that." Just thinking about it.  "Huh!  Roy?"

   "Yeah, Kyle?"

   "Can I jerk off on you again?"

   "Yeah!" he even pushed down the covers, and pulled up his shirt.  His
mom came to check on him, and that spoiled it, but he just pulled the
covers up, and the porno slid down behind his bed.  I sat down, and turned
away.  On his chair, at his desk, he had some stuff out.  Not like
homework, I guess I brought mine, but, I just picked up a pencil, and I was
glad she ignored me.  I wasn't hard, that went away as soon as I head her,
and she called "Roy?" on her way back, but that was close.  And I didn't
get my pants closed, just pulled my underwear up, but my face felt so hot,
bent over the desk like that, I tried to hold my breath.  'Hhuh, hhhihn,
huhh.' Then not breathe to loud.

   "God, your blankets are filthy!"

   "Hmhm!" He got up.  He touched my back, and I heard her pulling them
off. Then she went to get some clean ones.  So, I zipped up my pants, but I
was really hard again.  It hurt, bending over like that, but he pushed me
back down, over the desk.  He felt my butt, and squeezed it, until she came
back.

   "Are you all right?" He rubbed my back, "Kyle?  Still feel a little
sick?"

   I nodded, "Mhm?" and just tried to breathe.  He didn't smack it, but he
patted my butt real hard.  "Huh!" It didn't make any sound, but I was so
hard it hurt.

   "Yeah, you're still a real sick boy." She started making the bed, so I
guess she didn't see him.  Feeling down my back.  To my butt again, "Aren't
you, Kyle?"

   "YeahH!"

   She was right There!

   "Me too." He squeezed both sides, and patted them.  Real quiet.

   "Mhm?" I nodded, and bit my lip.

   "And I'm dirty, too.  So, I'm gonna go take a bath." I blinked, and
looked back, but he was already at the door.  He looked back, smiling, and
mooned me!  "See ya later, Kyle."

   I looked back, but his mom had the mattress up, to tuck the sheet over
the back.

   I ran out, so she couldn't see how hard I was.

   "Hihihn!" But he grinned through the door, closed and locked it.

   "Uh?" I looked around, but it was like having to pee, then finding
someone's in there when you get to the bathroom.  They don't even have
another bathroom, it's a 2 bedroom trailer, and I remember him telling me.
About the first time he got off in his pants, just walking back to see me,
with his flashlight.  And thinking about me.

   "Huh!" I got to my car, and beat it off furiously as fast as I could get
my pants open again.  "Uh, huh!  Fuck!" I just fell back, or my head did
over the top of the seat.  "Huh, yeah." I jerked off, long enough to find
out, there's lots of different orgasms.  It feels different, almost every
time, but that's the best it's ever felt.  "Hoh, god!" We did, all that
stuff, and she was Right There!  At first, she could have come in, and
caught us.  She did, but we got away with it, and then, she was Right There
the whole time he was molesting me, and we got away with it!?  It was,
better than molesting him, he never really did before, just jerked me off a
couple times, and mostly just let me beat off on him.  But god, when he
touched me like that.  And now, it was better then waking up, and jerking
off with a full bladder.

   "Yeah," I fixed my pants, and got my keys out, but it was all over them.
"Oh yeah," and my shirt, but some stuck to the steering wheel so I could
wipe it up and taste it.  I just got off, 3 times, in like an hour, and
that third one was the best feeling in my whole life.  I still feel, so
wonderful, and "I love you so much, Roy!" I drove off, but I remembered
that for the rest of the night, and the next day, in class until we got let
out, and I could go see him again.  I thought about, what I want him to do.
The next time, but, "Huh!" When I got there, by then I made up my mind.

   "Whatever you want, to do to me." I nodded, even though he had his eyes
closed.  "As long as you make me do it."

   "Hh!" He stopped, rubbing himself under the covers.

   "Touch me." He held them up.  "Yeah, just rub it in, the sheet real
good."

   I felt, looking back at the door, but I could just stop, if she came in.
"Snh, hold out your hand.  KHUHK!  TPBb!"

   "Uh!" I closed my eyes, just from the hot wet splat on my hand.

   "Mh, yeah," he whispered, 'now touch me, with your big old dirty hand.'
I did, through the covers.  "No, not yourself, leave yourself alone, and
jerk me off, for once.  Yeah, just like that.  Rub it just like that, huh!
Harder, hH!  Yeah, huh, faster!  Uh, molest me, you dirty pervert, yeah,
huh!  Touch me, daddy!  UHM!" He covered his mouth, but I felt it.  He got
off, and his eyes were so tight, I could pull my zipper down.  So slowly,
and quietly, so he couldn't hear it.  So I could get away with it.  "Hh?"
He looked up, and he smiled.  "Hh, yeah.  Now jerk it off, jerk that big
fucking cock, and cum all over my face, no.  Slower.  Not too fast, you
don't want it to be over too fast." He shook his head slicking his lips. 
"Hh, here, give me your hand.  SNhHKhK!  Hahl, SPBb!  Yeah, jerk off with
that, but go slower, and just the tip.  Yeah, doesn't it feel nice, all
nice and wet?'

   "Yeah," I rubbed my snot covered fingers under it.

   "Yeah, and dirty."

   "Yeah," I nodded, closed my eyes.

   "Hh, yeah, just rub it like that, SNhK, CHEUHK!" I waited.

   "Mm," he said with his mouth full, "Naw sdab." I shook my head.

   "Hh," I started rubbing again.

   "SPBb!"

   "HH!"

   "Yeah," It run down my knuckles like cum.

   "Huh!" I slipped back, "Uh!" To my balls, and pushed down with my thumb
like I was pissing.  So, it just jumped, and spurted straight out.  "Huh!"
I put my knees against the bed, so I could just hold my butt tight. 
"Hhhm," I licked my lips.  Then my fingers, and bent over to kiss him while
he was still licking his lips.  "Hh, huhl.  LaughL!" Then all over his
face, to kiss him again.

   "Mh, lL?" He kissed me back, and the cum, and spit ran down my tongue,
on his and he swallowed, gasping.  "Huh!  Oh, yeah, huh!?" He nodded, and I
nodded too.  Then I stood up, and fixed my pants while he wiped his face on
the covers.

   Roy {bdom}

   I got better right away, and it was Friday, so I went to school before
the weekend.  I knew he would cum right over, so I thought about it all
day, and rushed home to get there first.  But of course he beat me, even
with the high school farther away, the bus stopped to let other kids off
first.  So, he was waiting for me, but it wasn't like he parked up the
street to jerk off when I got out.  I was right, he told me.  He totally
watched me in his car, jerking off, and calling me "Dirty little faggot."

   "Hh!" He had his backpack too, so I just looked in the back, throwing it
back there.  "You got some cushions."

   "Why don't you sit up front?"

   "No," I closed the door, and pulled over the seatbelt.  "Just drive,
before my mom gets home." She doesn't have to know, I'm not over at his
house doing homework.  "I see you got some cushions," and a roll of
something, rolled up in a sheet, turned out to be a sleeping bag.

   "Yeah, and I found somewhere, we can go." Doesn't matter where, the
important things are it was close, private so nobody would catch us, and we
didn't even get out of the car.  He put the other seat forward, to climb
back.  "Here," he showed me how to put the side down, then "Go on back,"
put the other down.

   "Couch cushions?"

   "Yeah, someone threw out a couch," there was three of them, but if we
put them sideways, there was almost a bed.  He made it for me, so I got
undressed first, and held up the sheet for him.

   "Come on, get in." Before he even got his pants undone.  "Let me do
that." I don't know why, but I like him better with his clothes on, and he
doesn't mind.  He likes to touch me, naked under the sleeping bag, and I
like the sheet.  "Here," I pulled it up, "Move your hand." I put it back on
it, through the sheet, and moved his other one.  "Uh," scooched up on it,
to squeeze my butt.

   "You like the sheet?"

   "Yeah," I nodded, and started digging him out.  In his underwear, I spat
in my hands to get them good and wet.  "It's dry, and, nhM!" I jerked. 
"Yeah, hm hn hM!.." I didn't even have to tell him, just like that, but he
stopped, and wrapped the sheet over the side to rub the end with his thumb.
"Hh hi hihn!" It tickles, so good, but it's a sexy tickle, and it makes me
squirm, "Nonehaha!  Keep, nhm yeah!  Hihinhim!" I pushed him off, and fell
back.  "Uhuh!" Just twitching in the sheet, and trying to breathe.  "Huh
huh!"

   "Um," he played with himself, but slowly, like I showed him.  "You
think, you," He looked down.

   "Huh!" I sat up.  "My mom's not here, neither's your dad, you can say
whatever you want.  Say It!"

   "Huh, I was thinking, maybe you could suck me off?"

   "Oh yeah!" I really wanted to, "Cumere, mh!  SMQ!"

   "Huh!" he felt my hair.

   "HUL, LGH, QWc?"

   "Yeah!" He lay back, so I let it slip out, and got up on my elbow.  He
was wetter, so I gave him some nice pumps with my arm up on my leg so slick
it down.

   'hihH!" Took a breath, and went back down on it again.

   "Oh yeah, you love that big hard cock!"

   "Mhm!" I nodded, "Yeah, you dirty little boy.  Suck it, suck that big
hard dick.  You like dick, or cock?"

   "SPUBP!"

   "Uh!" His legs jerked.

   "Dick better," I looked down, "I think.  No, prick.  One of the guys in
the magazine you got me said prick, and I like that better."

   "Okay," he rubbed the back of my head.  "Suck it, such that big hard
prick." Yeah.  He made me, and I don't really like it, but he loves it, and
then he gets weak.  So, I can make him do anything, I just sucked the end,
and jerked the rest as fast as I could, so we could get right on with that.
"Uh, yeah.  Good little cock sucker!" He felt my face, "Ah yeah, here it
cums!"

   "SPUBP!"

   "Hahuh!" He jerked again, but that let me run my fist up, and down, all
the way to the end, and squeeze it.  "Huh fuck!" I aimed for my mouth, and
cheeks, so I didn't have to close my eyes, but, "Mh!" I could lick my lips,
and "Mhm!" I closed them anyway, so I could nod, and turn, to shoot the
other one.

   "Huh!" It twitched a few more times, but just ran down my thumb, and
fingers.  So, "HUH!?" He jerked when I squeezed it off, so the still hard
head slipped through my grip, and I could hold my hand up.

   "Here, eat your cum, suck your mess of my hand, yeah?" I nodded,
watching him, but he had his eyes closed, and sucked, and licked it all up.


   "Hmh, wlyeah!" he panted, but I just nodded.  Smiling with the rest
running down my face from my eyes.  I loved it, and I needed it, for what
cums next.  "Get up, yeah, pull your pants down, and bend over.  No," I
pushed his butt, "Crawl up, yeah." So I could get behind him, he put his
arms up on the back of the seats.

   I giggled, he's hairy, but not as hairy as his dad's.  Not that I ever
went back, once was enough, and you know.  I cheated on him, but just that
once, I got away with it, and it worked out.  Real good, he finally busted
his dad, and got the car, and the porn out of it.  He thinks he's gay,
instead of a child molestor, but he's right.  That's worse, which is why we
like it.  He loves a dirty little faggot, and I love a sick child molestor.

   "Mh!" I just rubbed it, my face in his butt, but that got his cum all in
there.  It was gross, but I didn't do it too long, and he was all "Yeah, oh
yeah, huh!'

   I tried, to fuck him.  With his own cum, we didn't have lube, and I spit
in there a lot more, but I couldn't.  Not really, I could reach it, but I
tried to push it in, and it slipped out.  It kept slipping out, but he even
loved that.  "Heah!" He just said "Heah, heah!" Over and over, and if I
held his hips just right, I could spank him.

   "Huh!  Huh huh huh!" Harder, and faster with my wet slimy balls.  "Yeah,
take it, you faggot."

   "No," he shook his head, "Don't call me that."

   "I'm sorry," but I slapped it, "Uh, take it.  Take it like a man."

   "Yeah, I want it."

   "Yeah, you want it?  Huh?"

   "Yeah!"

   "What?"

   "Fuck me, yeah!  I want you to fuck me.  Ngh, fingerfuck me.  First."

   "Oh," I stopped.

   "Yeah," He turned, put his hip down, but he held his leg up.  "Like
this," feeling back, I sat down to watch.  He closed his eyes, "Hhh!"

   "Hihihn!" He likes it!

   "Hihn!" Just his middle finger, but he swirled it around, and rubbed the
little pink.  Well, )*( of his butthole.  But then, "Ihn!" He pushed, and
it sunk in, kind of slow, but that was the girliest sound I ever heard him
make!  "HhHhH!" He shivered, and "Huh!" Shook, but it puckered again when
he pulled it out.  "Like that, mh!" He wiped the corner of his mouth.

   I giggled, and played with the mess with my fingertips to get them real
wet.  I tried the middle one, but he just relaxed, and bunched the sleeping
bag up with mis arms.  "Hml," he licked his lips, "Heah!" Nodded, with his
eyes closed.

   "Kyle?" I just kept feeling inside.

   "Mhm?" Deeper,

   "You like the bully talk?" And deeper, but really slowly.

   He opened his eyes, "Well yeah." he nodded, sideways on his arm, and the
bunched up sleeping back.  "It's just."

   "Yeah." I nodded, "It's just that one word."

   "Nh!"

   "Faggot."

   He puckered, and nodded.

   "But how about pussy?" I rubbed around again.

   "Yeah," but with my thumb this time.

   "You like that, pussy?" He nodded, "You want it, tell me.  Tell me what
you want."

   "Fuck me.  NH!" He clenched, but relaxed.  Around my thumbnail, but I'm
a boy.  I keep them short, and even buffed them like it said in my mom's
magazine.  You know in the article on manicures.  "HeahH!" he shook a
little, and puckered, but I wiggled it a little deeper.

   "Yeah, you're not even a man.  You're a pussy, a man could get it up. 
Huh, look at this, shrunken little thing."

   "HUH!" My hand slipped off, but he jerked, and the knuckle pushed
through.  "HheahH!" He relaxed.  "NH!" He licked his lips.  In the corner,
he drooled.  He kept drooling, like he fell asleep on a desk, until he felt
it, or whatever, and sucked it in, and licked his lips again.  In the
corner of his mouth.  "Hmhn!" He sighed, and I could feel his hum.

   "Hihihn!" Inside!

   "Yeah, you slutty little pussy." One of the boys wrote [Boy Pussy,] in
the magazine.  And a lot of other stuff, there's some stories, but this was
a pictoral with some sentences, for some of the pictures.  "Yeah, you like
it, pussy.  You like it up your ass.  Your dirty boy pussy."

   "Mhm." He grunted, when I twisted.  "HUH!" He jerked, and tensed.

   "You ready?"

   "Yeah,"

   "You want it?"

   "Mh yeah, fuck me.  Fuck me hard!"

   "No!" I slapped him.

   "AhH!" He tensed.  "Hh, yeah!"

   "You don't deserve it, pussy!" SLAP!

   "UHN!" Pull it out, "NGH!" He shook.

   "I can't fuck you like a pussy now," I grabbed him by the prick.  "Man.
You want it too much, you fucking boyslut.  Now I have to jerk you off
again."

   "Yeah," he turned back, so I got back down, and started jerking him off.
"Look at this." He picked his head up, "You should be ashamed of yourself.
Getting so turned on like this."

   "Yeah!"

   "You," I looked up, "Queer?" He nodded, closed his eyes, and his head
fell back.

   "Yeah!"

   "Yeah, you queer boy.  Pussies get fucked, not queer boys like you."

   "Huh yeah!  Uh, got it's good.  It feels so fucking good huh!"

   "Fucking slut.  Yeah, you're gonna get off, you're gonna cum, more of
your sick dick snot, all over you to fuck you with."

   'huH!" I just let go.  "Ih huh!" I grabbed his hands.

   "No, don't touch yourself, but it was jumping, and spitting all the way
up to his chest.

   "Uh, fuck uh!" He struggled, kicking and shaking all over like I was
tickling, but he didn't laugh, he didn't even giggle, he could hardly
grunt. "Hhhhhh!" He relaxed, and it stopped cumming out.  "HhHuh!"
Shuddered down to a shiver.  He was so hot, he blushed all over, but he had
goosebumps on his chest, and I could smell him.  It stank up the whole car,
but I just breathed it in my nose.  "Ohh," He moaned, and then started
laughing.  "Uhahehn!?  God, that was the best!"

   "Really?"

   "Yeah, huh!  You even topped the last time.  When you made me molest
you, but wouldn't let me jerk off?"

   "You liked that?"

   "Oh yeah!  God, I jerked off, like 3 more times, but no." he thought,
"No, that was the second best, definitely."

   "The first?"

   "No, the best ever, well so far was when you molested me.  Uhm, behind
your mother?"

   "You didn't get off!" I missed it?

   "No, but I barely got to my car, and out of my pants before it shot out.
It almost knocked me out when I got off that time.  I barely had to touch
it."

   "Yeah?"

   "Yeah, I." He looked down, "Huh, I guess I felt scared, then excited
when I got away with it, but I never cummed like that.  This was close,
different, but." he rolled his eyes up to close them, and made the most
exquisite face, "But God when you did it, and your mom was right there? 
MRH!  That was the best!"

   "Now," I pushed him back, "Let me clean you up." I bent over, and licked
the fresh prick snot off his belly, and chest.  Even pulled some of the
hairs he's got around his belly button, and sucked his nipples hard too,
but I kept going past where he shot up, and kissed him.  To let it roll off
his tongue, and into his mouth, to eat it.

   "Huh!" He swallowed, and just lay back, until I giggled.

   "Hihn NhehaHahaHA!" He tickled me, and we wrestled naked a while before
we got dressed, and he took me back home.

   I coughed, loud on my way back the hall.  Since I got a little on my
shirt, but it wasn't soaked in it like I'd gotten it before.

   Kyle {bdom Bond.}

   I picked him up from school, and this time he brought the magazine. 
"You took that to school!?"

   He giggled, "Yeah, I wanted to show you something." He flipped over the
back page.  Where the ads were, but I waited till we got to a light to
look.

   [Bondage Boys.]

   "Put that up," another care pulled up, right next to us, "Before someone
else sees it." I was hard ass hell, but the real thrill is getting away
with it.

   "Did you see it?" I nodded.  "It's green." So, I opened my eyes, and
stepped on the gas.

   I nodded, laughing.  "I saw enough," a boy, looked not older then me,
holding his hands up.  Hard, with something tied around them.  "Yeah,"
Don't close my eyes.  "I saw it.  Before, I just kind of flipped through
the ads, but I really like the stories, and picture stories better."

   "Well yeah.  It's just one picture, but that means we can make up the
rest.  Did you like it?"

   "Yeah."

   "What?  What did you like, the boy?"

   I swallowed, "No, I liked the belt."

   "On his arms?"

   "Yeah," I realized, he wore a belt.  Remembered he's not really a belt
wearer, he just gets pants and shorts that fit.  "It looked real hot."

   "Say it.  Tell me what you want."

   "I want you to tye me up, like that." I never thought about it, but now
I wanted nothing more in the whole world.

   "Where we going?"

   "Well, I been driving around, and looking for new spots.  I found a lot
of them, but this one.  Huh!  Yeah, I think I know the best place, for
that, but it's a ways out of town."

   "Good."

   "Roy?"

   "Sir!"

   "Beg your pardon?"

   "Call me Sir!"

   "Yes sir!" I didn't even think I wanted to, until he told me too.  "Hm!"


   "What is it?"

   "It's a long drive, so.  Would you like to do some, bully talk. 
Please?"

   "Tell you what I'll do," he unzipped his pants.  "Eyes on the road. 
Don't look at me, Nh!" I know what he's doing, "Mh, yeah, you pussy.  This
time you're gonna fingerfuck me."

   I nodded, excited, "Uh,"

   "Shut up!  Don't say anything, just listen.  First, you're going to jerk
off.  In my ass, you're gonna shoot your cum all over my ass, to fingerfuck
me with." I nodded, excited!  "You're gonna do it slow, nice and slow, and
if you hurt me, I'm going to spank you.  Did you jerk off today?  Answer
me!"

   "No sir."

   "Good, last night after you dropped me off?"

   "No sir."

   "Good, that's a good little bitch.  I don't even have to tell you, you
save it.  Save your cum for me.  All your cum for me, if it gets hard, I
don't want you to even touch it.  But you're full of cum, aren't you you
slut?"

   "Yeah."

   "Sir!"

   "Yes sir!"

   "Then, I'm gonna tye you up, and spankfuck your ass."

   "Oh yes, sir!"

   "Shut up!  Shut your fucking mouth, I don't want to hear a word from you
unless I ask a question.  Got it?"

   ...  "Yes, sir." I smiled.

   "And then I want an immediate answer.  If you have to nod, yes or no,
but unless I ask you a question, I don't want to hear a word from you. 
Slutboy.  You're just a pussy little slut boy to me, I'm gonna fuck you,
and then you take me home without a word.  Got it?"

   "Yes sir!" Immediately.

   "Mmh, yeah.  Hh, mh!  Heah huh, hUh, HUH!"

   I even know how.  It's weird but he doesn't jerk off.  He doesn't even
get it all the way out, he just opens up his pants, and rubs it through his
underpants.  He likes them, like the sheet, I really like it wet and slimy,
especially with spit, and cum, and jerking off with my hand around it.  No
wait, his hands, he does it so much better anyway, and it's amazing.  Even
when he "ruins" it by letting go, or squeezing so it can't come out, until
he lets go, and it all runs out at once.  "Hhh," I'm so hard, it's already
thumping in my pants, but I have to drive, and keep looking down at the
speedometer.  I can't speed, or run any stop-signs, even though I can't
wait to get there so he can do all the nasty shit he just said he was going
to do to me.  But that's even better, I don't get the blueballs like the
other boys talk about.  In fact, the longer I'm hard, the longer it takes
before I finally get off, the stronger it is when it cums.  "Huh!" But it
almost hurts, we're close, but I feel like I'm about to waste it in my
pants, and I can't even cross my legs because I have to drive, but he just
zipped his pants up.

   "Here," thank god!  The roof caved in, and you can see it from the road,
but I pulled around the back, and the walls are stone.  And it's easy to
get in, the door's gone, but the roof just fell in 1 corner, and there's a
whole other corner opposite where it still looks strong.  And it's dirty,
so dirty, it stinks of mold, and there's animals that skitter around to
hide when we come it.  "Ah!" he rubs the side, than swats the other.

   "Good job!' He laughs, and I feel so good.

   "Thank you sir.  I'm so glad you like it." He's taking off his belt, and
I'm so excited, I have to push it down to keep from cumming as soon as he
drops his pants, and bends over.

   "Get it out, yeah, jerk off all over my dirty little butt."

   "Yeah.  I mean, yes sir!" Bt he doesn't have to make me.  "Huh, huhuh!
Uh, fuck!" It's over too soon, but I wish I could keep my eyes open. 
"Uhhhh!  Fuck!"

   "Yeah, huh!  Now, fingerfuck me.  Yeah, just your pinky.  But I want to
feel it, I want to feel what you like so much about it."

   "Huh!" I pinch the last drops out, and "SMQ!" get my fingers wet to tase
it.  He pulls his ass open.

   "I said fingerfuck me, NOW!"

   "Yes sir." I wipe it in good, but he's right.  Just saving up from last
night, I made a lot of it, and it was all over his pale round firm little
ass.

   "Hh, yeah.  You like my little boy butt, don't you."

   "Yeah,"

   "Yes sir."

   "Yessir."

   "Hh, yeah rub your dirty mess in good.  Rub it in my dirty little boy
but.  Huh, yeah slut, you do anything, won't you?"

   "Huh, yes sir."

   "Anything to get your hands on this cute little boy butt."

   "Huh, yeah.  Yes sir."

   "Nh!"

   "Relax."

   "NH?"

   "Try to relax, I'm gonna wiggle it in a little more.  Sir.  Okay?"

   "Nhn?"

   "Does that feel all right, sir?"

   "Hh, yeah.  Yes, just.  Ngh!  SlP!  Hah, just wiggle it.  Inh!  yeah,
more, just a little more.  Huh, whore.  Sick fucking girl hore pussy.  Fuck
me whore."

   "Yeah, yes sir."

   "Fuck me more, you limp wristed princess, you can fuck harder than that,
can't you?"

   "Yes sir, I don't want to hurt you."

   "Huh1 You better not, fuck me, ngH!" He spasms, but I rub my middle
finger around in the mess.  "Yeah, huh god this is awesome!  Huh, yeah,
fuck me more.  NIH, INhim!" He nods, just standing with his hands on his
legs, so his but sticks out, but he loves it.  Good, I know how good it
feels, and I'm getting better and better.

   "Hh, is,slh!" Some drool falls to spat on the floor.  "Is that all of
it?" I wiggle it, with my knickles in his wet ass crack.

   "Yes sir."

   "Now fuck me."

   "Yes sir."

   "Ngh!  Faster, yeah faster, huh fuck, Uh!  Faster, fuck me faster!"

   "Yes sir."

   "Auh aughhh AHAUHHHHH!!  Yeah, heahehaheahheahheah!" I just fucked him
as fast as I could until my arm got tires, "No, don't stop, ngh!"

   "My arm's getting,"

   "I don't give a fuck, fuck me until it falls off, or I'm satisfied!"

   "Yes sir."

   "Faster, ngh!  INH!"

   "Yes sir!"

   God, I never took it like that!  I had no idea, but he told me later, he
didn't even try it before.  He thought about it, a lot, but he saved
himself for me.  He was a virgin, and I made his first time so good,
because he made me.  He told me exactly what to do, and because I did it,
it was right.  it was perfect, and I felt so proud when he told me that. 
"Hu," he fell down.  "Huh hh, gnh!  Good." He nodded, "Yeah good, I'm
done." It took a long time before he could even breathe, but I could hardly
wait.  For him to tye me up.  I thought of little else, the whole time,
except for doing it right.  Getting it perfect, without hurting him,.  no
matter how much he yelled for it harder and faster.  I shook some feeling
into my tired arm, though.  Fleced my fingers, and twisting my wrist, which
really ached a lot too.  But I made it, I made it through until he was
satisfied, and that made me feel so proud of myself.

   "Huh, yeah.  That's incredible!" He got up, and pulled me down to kiss
me.  "Hh, now, give me your hand."

   "Yes.  Srh.  Hih, Sir?"

   "Yes, what is it?"

   I looked down, and my face felt hot.  "Can I call you, master? 
Sometimes?  Too?"

   "Mh?  Yeah, oh yes, that would be great!" I loved his wide eyed smile!

   "Oh good, Master."

   "Hm!" He grabbed my neck, "Come here."

   Yes, master.

   "Now, bend over."

   "Yes sir."

   "MASTER!"

   "Uh, yes master!"

   "Sir!" he hit the other cheek.

   "YESIR!"

   "Master!"

   "Nh!  Yes master!" I cried, but they're tears of joy!

   "NEXt!  Time wear a bELT!"

   "Yes sir!"

   "MASTer!"

   "Yes master!" And I was right, the tight leather, around my wrist, that
made it even better!

   "Thank you, sir.  Ah!  Oh thank you, master.  NH!"

   "Now," he rubbed them, "Stand up."

   "Nh!" I nodded.  My pants were so hot, and I got dizzy.  It washed all
over me like a cold shower, and I shivered until it felt hot, and washed
back up over my shoulder and neck like a fever.  "HhH!"

   "Ooh, god you're so hard!" he giggled!

   "Yes, master."

   "Well, since you're so good." He bent down.  "Put your hands up.  On the
wall, yeah."

   "Yes sir, thank you sir."

   "You want it?"

   "Yes, please suck me off, master!"

   "MWALGH!"

   "Huh!" Yes!

   Master Roy {bdom, b-m 1st.}

   "Uh!" I just held on, his big hard hairy but got even harder, pushing in
my mouth, but I pulled back to the tip, and just held it.

   "Snhh, hns!" Breathed in and out my nose, and waited for it to stop
cumming.  "SMQ!"

   "Huh!" His eyes clenched again, and tears rolled out.  I pulled him out,
bent over, but pushed his shoulders with the other hand to keep him holding
onto the wall.

   "Snhhh, SBWQ!" Held him open to let the thick goey mess drip down, and
catch it with my thumbs.  "Huh!  Not a word." He shook his head, "Not a
sound, you hear me?"

   "Yrsr?" He nodded.

   "That's it, not another sound, don't even breathe."

   "Ngh!" I allowed it, but I was rubbing my thumbs, back and forth. 
"NHK!"

   "KHAWK!  SPb!"

   "Hihsn!" He shivered.

   "I heard that."

   "Nhn!" He tried to hold his breath, but it's impossible.  I know that,
his back looked sunburned, especially the shoulders, but I want him to
fail.

   "Ahn!" He snivled, and tightened from slapping them together, then I
slipped my thumbs back in.  "Not another sound, or I'll spank you.  You got
it?"

   "Nh, yes master!  NGAH!"

   "Nod yes, don't say it."

   "Nhn!"

   "You ready?"

   "Nhm!"

   "You ready to get fucked!"

   Really shivering, but nodding silently.

   "Good, good bitch.  I'm gonna make you my bitch now, so bend over. 
Yeah, bend over more.  More...  Yeah," I held his hips, "Bend your knees.
Right here.  Now, STAY!"

   "NH!  Nhm!" Spanked him with my hips, and rubbed my hardon around in his
filthy hairy slimy stick warm hard glowing spanked ass cheeks.  "HhH!"

   "Quiet!" Again, just held it.  Him still, holding his breath.

   .

   .

   "Hh AHM!"

   "I said QUIET!"

   He shivered, and nodded.  Held his breath, but I know he can only do it
so long.

   "Breathe now."

   "HuuuHH!" He gasped, and panted, which just distracted so I could pull
back until he tensed.  Anticipating it, he shivered.  "Hh,hHh!"

   I held it, not even touching him, but made sure I was good and hard, and
slipped it up under his crack.

   "Don't move, you can breathe, but quietly.  Nod if you understand. 
Good." Now I was shaking.  "Not a sound." Nodding, I slipped it up, slowly.
As slowly as I could make myself, when the wet hairs almost got me off,
just slipping between them.  I had to feel around, but in the stories, they
make it sound so easy.  Like you can just feel a wet asshole, on the head
of your dick, the first time you try it.  Or, 'I just put it in.' Ha! 
Yeah, just like that, like it's that fucking easy, but rooting around for
it like that, poking and missing, whith his tight cheeks, and slipping
between them.  Finally.

   "NH!"

   "HhHhH!" I let that go, because honestly, I couldn't say anything.

   "Inh!" He shivered, but I just shook my head, tried to hold still, not
think about, having just.  Fucked into his ass.

   "Uh, fuck!" I shook so hard it came out, so I just squeezed it between
his cheeks so he could feel it twith, because I couldn't say it.  Tell him
I wanted to last longer, I'm sorry, but I couldn't help it, but.  'huUH?"

   I felt it, and cracked my eyes.

   "HuhH!" I saw it, a white drop, right on the tip before the second one
shot it off.  My eyes closed, but I hear it.  The tiniest pat on his back.

   "Oh, oh yes!  Yes cum on me, cum all over me master!"

   "Hn nH!" It feels, SOoooo much better with the thick drops shooting out
like BBs.  "Nch,gnk!" I even snorted, hunching over, and trying to gasp,
but failing.  "Huh!" It shread out, warm on his back, and up on my hot
face. "Slah?  Hlmn!" I tasted it.  M first cum, and pulled him up to see it
better, and get every last drop.

   "I'm sorry."

   "No," I turned him around, "No, that was great," Halh, leah!  Huh!  Mln
MH!" Licking around to suck his nipple, and feel all over his chest.  he
hugged me, and held me, until I got a little bored with that, and stopped.

   "Yeah," I heard him, "That was the best yet."

   "Huh!" I nodded, "I'll do it even better next time," I promised.

   Kyle {Cooldown}

   "Huh!" Ever since i started driving, I really liked just going out, and
it helped me think.  And explore more, how I found that place, and all the
others out of town, but always alone before.  Now I had him, and he cuddled
next to me.  So, I put my arm around, behind his neck, and drove back.

   "Yeah, um.  I was thinking about.  Well, I think I got it figured out,
it's just really hard to say." He shrugged, "I guess I don't know the right
words, but it's a nice long drive back, so here goes: You know, before I
met you, I was kind of like, well a crybaby.  I'm doing a lot better now,
thanks for pointing out the obvious, that I don't need to be, any more in
6th grade, but.  Huh!" He shrugged, "I know the only thing that really
changed is, well, I got a boyfriend." I squeezed his shoulder, and since it
was a straightaway, I could hold the wheel steady, and kiss his head too.
"So, I guess making you do stuff, really helps what I was always so sad
about, before.  I don't cry any more, at all.  And I think it's because,
well I know I just have to think about you.  Especially now, calling me
Sir, or master!" He giggles, "I just don't feel as helpless any more, or I
don't have to."

   "Hm," I nodded, "Well, I was wondering.  You know, like you're saying, I
guess my big question is, why I like it?  I mean, I love you, so much it's
crazy, because you're smart, and fun, and pretty too.  I ment that, you're
so pretty, and I always thought so.  But now that you mention this, huh!  I
was, like hiding.  In plain sight, I guess, but you know I broke up with my
girlfriend?" He nodded on my shoulder, "Huha!  She said, what she always
liked about me is I never tried to get in her pants, and I guess the whole
time I was just waiting to fall in love with her.  Of course, the truth is
I'm gay, but now.  Huh, I just wanted to feel, something.  Anything really,
when the whole time I was popular, I really just did all that because it's
expected?"

   "Yeah," he giggled, "And your dad."

   "Well yeah, that killed me.  I swear, I was like, dead inside when he
caught me, jerking off, and feeling my but.  But, huh!  I didn't.  It
didn't turn me off.  That's why he stopped I guess.  I started to like it,
until he beat me too hard, but that just made him madder, so he beat me
until it went soft, and I did start crying."

   "Hh!" I heard his zipper, and looked.  But of course, he was hard, and
pulled it out to rub it in his underwear.

   "Have you thought about, why you do that?"

   He shrugged, "It feels good?"

   "I know, but.  I tried it too, doesn't it hurt after a while?"

   "What?"

   "Dry cotton," I shrugged back, "I tried it with sheets, and underpants
too, but it just got sore before I got off."

   "Well, you do it too hard, then?  Yeah, it does that if you rub it too
hard, so I learned not to.  Huh!  I guess I'm just different, you know? 
You like it wet, and I like it dry.  Maybe it's because you're circumcised,
and I'm not?" I nodded, never noticed how gentle he is about it.  "I don't
know, but we're figuring it out.  Just like I don't know why I like this,
and thinking about it alone to surprise you, more than.  Well, the sex,
really?"

   "Really?" That is different.  "That's weird."

   "Yeah, but you like it."

   "Yeah, no I love it.  I love how weird you are, why I doubt there's
another boy like you, anywhere."

   "I'm a man now," he shook his head, "I stopped shooting blanks, and I'm
gonna do it again, in my underpants soon.  Huh!  God, it's so much better
with something to cum out."

   "Yeah?"

   "You didn't jerk off, before you started cumming?"

   "No?  Well, I cummed, even before I jerked off, really.  I mean, a
little.  I heard about cum, and then I got hard one day, and there it was.
A little drop, in the end.  It was clear, but it wasn't pee.  It was slimy
like cum, so that's how I knew I was ready.  It came out white when I did."

   "When was that?"

   "I don't know, when I was about your age.  5th grade?" Yeah, but I was a
year behind him.  I wasn't held back, in grade school, he just started a
year early.  He was always real bright, he's gonna be in advanced classes
next year.  I may not be stupid, but he really could be a genius or
something.  Yet another thing I love about him, and most geniuses are weird
too, that I ever heard of.

   "Well, how'd you know about cum, so young then?"

   "Idaknow." I shrugged.

   "No really, I just took sex ed, and you said it was in 5th grade?  So,
did you hear about it from a 6th grader?"

   "No, huh!  I guess it was dad's porn."

   "Your dad's a child molestor, you know."

   "Yeah," now I almost felt like crying.

   "He didn't."

   "Huh!" I don't know, "Not really, but now that you make me think about
it.  Yeah, there was some stuff, I thought was normal growing up, and now I
think was probably, well, no it's really fucked up."

   "Like what?"

   "Well, he walked around naked, a lot.  Not whenever mom, or my sisters'
around, but whenever we had the house to ourself?  Hh, yeah.  He.  Well, he
took a shower, in the middle of the afternoon, and I didn't notice it, but
he only ever did that with the girls gone, then came out naked."

   "So you could see him."

   "Yeah," I'm pretty sure now.

   "Hard?"

   "well, not all the time, but.  Huh!  Yeah, he got hard sometimes, or
jerked off when he got to his room.  That's how I knew.  When he spanked me
the last time, and called me dirty little faggot.  I didn't hear him.  I
just knew, if I went to check, he'd probably be sitting on the corner of
the bed, jerking off, like he always did."

   "With the door open?"

   "Yeah?" Huh!  "Yeah, now that you said it, he never shut the door, or
anything either."

   "Yeah, that's really fucked up."

   "You think that made me gay?"

   He shrugged, "I don't know how to make someone gay, but he's your dad,
too.  So, I guess you got it from him that way too."

   "How do you mean?"

   "You know, like your blond hair?  You look like him too.  I mean, more
than your mother."

   "Well, he's not gay, he's married, has kids."

   "Yeah, well maybe you're not gay, either.  Look, I'm probably going to
start growing up now, and.  Have you, thought about that?"

   "No," but I should of.

   "Well, how do you feel about that."

   "Huh, well?  Honestly, I can't wait for your dick to get bigger.  You
barely got it in me this time, and now I want you to fuck me, more than
anything."

   "Good, because I can't wait either.  But, I guess that'll make it better
like everything else."

   "You really like waiting, don't you?"

   "Yeah, I like getting off, too.  Don't get me wrong, but waiting and
thinking about it, always makes it so much better."

   "Yeah," I realized, "I know, you're right, but it's hard."

   "Nh!  Hm!" He stopped, to shiver and shake a little while.  "HhHhuH!" He
sat back.

   "You don't want to cuddle some more?"

   He licked his hand, and started rolling down the window.  "Yeah, but
it's a little too hot."

   "Yeah," I stretched my arm, "You're right." It was sweaty too.  "As
usual." I rolled down mine too, but we're almost back to town anyway.
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