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 Spoiled

   written by Jimbo

   The following is a fictional story about a Boy and a Gay Man.  None of
the details are true, they are all phony and meant to arouse.  Enjoy.

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   I...

   Like...

   Young boys.

   I have for years.  As a kid, I didn't mind the little cousins who always
came over and followed me around.  The best parts were when I'd lead them
into the basement and we'd play "pickle tickle".  But the older I got the
harder it was to find willing young boys.

   I'd go on chat sites and noticed that there are so many men like me that
love little boys.  We love their skin, their voices, their innocence.  Some
of those guys are even local.  I've met up with a couple of them.  We'd sit
in the car, talking about boys, jerking each other's cocks off, milking
every drop out of them.

   But all the talking in the world wasn't like the real thing.  And sadly
it had been so long I could barely remember what a boy's dick tasted like.

   A few months ago, I was cleaning up my old storage room.  I kept all my
priceless things in there, furniture, electronics...  and a suitcase full
of keepsakes.

   To the untrained eye it would seem like a suitcase full of junk, but
every single one of these pieces had a memory.  The little league baseball
cap, the teddy bear, the used underwear and socks.  So many memories.

   That day, as I was sniffing the underwear, when I was startled by a
truck parking over at the storage room next door.  I quickly put away the
underwear and took a peak outside.

   Some woman was moving in her stuff.  I later learned she was a widow,
she had just recently lost her husband and was sticking all his old stuff
in that storage room.

   More importantly I learned she had a young son there with her.

   He was adorable.  Short red hair, but had bangs over his eyes.  Those
eyes were green, cute little freckles under them on his pale white skin. 
He was so skinny and short, he was about 11, but almost looked to be 7
years old.  I bet everything was tiny on him, except that nice plump round
ass he had there.

   I watched him help his mom load box after box into that storage room.  I
walked on over to speak to them both.

   "Hi there", I said.

   "Hello" his mother said, she came off a tad too eager.

   "Welcome to the neighborhood" I said jokingly.

   She laughed and laughed, it wasn't that funny.  And there we were having
a long, boring conversation.  She went on and on, and I got the impression
she wanted me to ask her out.  I remember thinking 'sorry bitch, not gonna
take you out.  but I'll babysit whenever you want'.  Finally there was a
break in the conversation...

   "Well, if you ever need anything I'll be right next door" I said to her.
Then I looked over at the kid and said, "That goes to you too, son".  And I
gave him an inviting smile.  He just sort of rolled his eyes and continued
with the boxes.

   I walked away, just as she was trying to said goodbye to me.  Pathetic.

   Oh well I tried.

   So an hour later, there I was, about to pack up and leave, get home and
jerk one off.  When the kid knocked on my wall.

   "What can I do for you, boy?"

   "Hi.  I'm Henry", he said.

   "Well hi, Henry.  I'm Bert", I responded.  "What's on your mind, son?"

   If only he knew what was on my mind!

   "Do you like feet?" he asked me.

   "What?!  Come again?" I responded.

   "Feet!  Do you like feet?" he said.

   I really didn't know where that was going, but I thought I knew the
answer he wanted.

   "Sure, boy", I said, "Who doesn't like a pair of sweet feet?  Why do you
ask?"

   "I'm tired and I want a foot rub.  You wanna give me one?" he asked.

   Now this couldn't have been real.  I thought I was gonna have to work my
way in, bullshit with the mom for a while and work up the courage to do a
little flirting.  But here he was, purposely asking me to touch his body,
even if it was just his feet, it was an opening.

   "Yeah sure, my boy" I said, trying to keep my composure, "So what--
right now?"

   "No", he said, "I don't wanna get in trouble."

   Boy, was THAT the understatement of the year.

   "I live down the block from here.  You know where the Starbucks is?  I
live down that same street.  If you drive down that street and look on your
right, I'm three houses down before the stop sign", he said.

   "Uh, alright.  What time?" I asked him, trying to hide my erection.

   "Midnight, my mom should be asleep by then.  But if you're more then
five minutes late I'm gone!" he said with such authority.

   I just smiled as he walked away quickly.  I couldn't believe it.

   Either this was going to be a bad set-up or a dream come true, either
way I knew I was in for one hell of a night!!

   It was a couple of minutes before midnight, when I drove slowly down
that street.  My hands were both shaky and sweaty.  I was nervous, but
eager too.  The closer I was getting to the end of the block the more
scared I got.  I was just about to turn around when I saw him...

   There he was standing at the end of this long driveway with a few houses
back, wearing nothing but a towel around his waste and sneakers on his
feet. It was a glorious sight.  like a four foot walking buffet table, full
of goodies.

   I parked and walked up to him.

   "Hi there", I said.

   "Follow me..." he said.

   Yes sir.

   I followed him into the house down the driveway.  I was getting more and
more nervous, it was so dark and this could easily have been a trap.  I was
waiting for Dateline NBC to pop out any minute.

   He lead to go around the back of the second house.  He never said a
word. I was really starting to get nervous.

   We came around to a window.  He whispered, "Wait here".  He slowly
opened the window and started to climb in head first.  As he pulled himself
in his towel fell off.  I saw it all, cute round pale ass, with tiny
hairless balls held tight between his legs, as he kicked his way in.  I
could feel the pre-cum stain growing on my pants.

   I stood there for what seemed like forever.  I was getting nervous
again. That's when I heard a "psst" from a few feet down.  It was Henry.  I
slowly crept over to him.

   "My mom isn't totally asleep", he whispered, "So we'll just go into the
garage, okay?"

   I was barely paying attention as all I could focus on was the fact that
he was still just wearing the sneakers.

   "Yeah, sure", I said.

   We went on over the garage.

   He turned on the lights, and there was plenty of space.  He closed the
door, and then all the cricket sounds and cars passing by outside were
suddenly muted.  A pretty sound proof room...  excellent.

   There was an old dusty couch there.  Henry ran and jumped right on it,
kicking off his shoes in less than a second.

   "Well?!..." he said, as he kicked up his foot, wiggling his toes.

   I sat on the other end of the couch and started to touch and rub his
feet.  Not bad, they were soft, incredibly soft, so smooth like a new born.
His toes all pink and tiny, so sweet.  I touched them lightly and not once
did he flinch, he wasn't ticklish.  We sat there for a while, me rubbing
and him watching.

   Finally I said, "Alright boy, I'm sorry, but I have to ask...  what's
with the feet?  Does this-- I don't know, get you going?"

   "What do you mean?" he said.

   "Forget it..." I said.

   "I don't know...  I just like it!" he answered, "For as long as I can
remember I've liked guys touching my feet!"

   That was a good answer, I wasn't sure what it exactly meant, but I liked
it.

   So I just kept rubbing, while staring at that uncut tiny dick, teasing
me, begging to be sucked.

   I rubbed and rubbed, and he closed his eyes, finally beginning to relax.
I moved up from his toes to his arches, then to his heels and then ankles.
Slowly, I kept going up till I went from his calves to his thighs, my God
they were so smooth and soft.  Completely hairless, every thing on him
looked to be completely hairless.

   I finally rubbed his thighs high enough where I brushed up against one
of his tight little balls.

   His eyes opened up and be said, "Uh, what are you doing?"

   I was startled, I tried to play it off.  "Hm?  What was that?"

   "What ARE you doing?!" he asked again.

   "I-- uh..." I was at a loss for words.  Game over.

   "The feet are free!  The rest is gonna cost you!" he said.

   "What?!" I said.

   "You heard me!!" the cocky little brat said, "I know what you are!  I
know what you really want!  But if you really want it, it's gonna cost
you!!!"

   I was shocked, surprised, and lucky...  becasue I had just gone to the
bank.

   I fished in my wallet and said, "will a hundred bucks be enough?"

   He shrugged and said, "Yeah, I guess".

   I handed him the money and the good times began.

   Now if you've never been with a boy, here's a good tip: get them
excited, if possible get them nice and horny, because things go a lot
smoother when they're into it.  Trust me.

   I took his little foot and started to kiss the arches, and suck all of
his little toes.  He squirmed and giggled in delight.

   "You like that, son?" I asked him.

   "Yeah Bert, I really like that!" he responded.

   "No, no!" I said with his toes at my lips, "For a hundred bucks, you
call me 'Daddy Cum Giver', okay?"

   "Okay, Daddy Cum Giver".

   I licked up those feet till I saw that tiny dick stick straight up.  I
knew that would get him.

   "Okay.  Open up those legs, my little fag-boy", I said.

   He spread them wide, showed me those soft tight balls dangle down to his
taint.  I kissed them as his tiny dick rested on my forehead.  I licked
from his hairless taint, passed his balls and onto his smooth tiny shaft.

   I pulled his foreskin back, he groaned silently, when I expose that pink
mushroom head.  I moved my thumb gently around the tip.  "That is a nice
dick, my boy", I told him.

   I put that boy cock in my mouth, licking the tip with my tongue.  I
sucked on it, moving my head up and down on it.  I could taste that milky
pre-cum building up in my mouth.  I stopped for a second to take a breath
and I swear I could feel his pulse on the shaft of his hard-as-a-rock dick.
I looked up at him and could see him breathing hard and the glistening
sweat on his forehead.

   Mmm, there's that young boy taste again.  So sweet.

   "Grab your ankles, fag-boy", I told him.

   "Yes, Daddy Cum Giver", he said so sweetly.

   He grabbed those ankles and lifted his legs up, showing me that tight
little boy hole.

   "Mmm...  now THAT'S what Daddy needs!"

   I licked that boy hole, it was so smooth and tight.  I licked up a
finger to get it wet and slippery and I slowly penetrated him.  He gasped
and clenched, but that didn't stop me.  I slowly stuck my finger in deeper
and deeper.

   I got on my knees on the couch and pulled out my cock.  It was hot and
throbbing, my big hairy cock was dripping so much pre-cum on my circumcised
tip, the perfect snack for such a good boy.

   "Come on, boy.  Don't be shy!" I said, as I took his hand and put it on
my shaft.

   He awkwardly stroked it, then asked, "What do I do with it?"

   "Just like I did with yours!" I said, "Suck on it, like a popsicle!"

   He sat there on the couch, with my cock in his mouth.  He did his best
to suck on it, but it was too big for his tiny mouth.  I pushed his head
down, till I could feel the back of his throat.  He gagged and his eyes got
teary, but I did it again and again.

   "Come on, baby-boy.  Get that thing wet, you'll be happy that you
did!..."

   Another gag from him and I was ready.  I laid him back down on the
couch. Took his feet and put them over my shoulders.  I was gonna make this
boy understand the why he called me "cum giver".

   I used the pre-cum still dripping on my dick to lube up the boy's tight
hole.  I pushed in, it was so incredibly tight, I barely got the tip in and
he flinched and squeezed me out.

   "No, no, no, my boy.  It doesn't come out until the cum comes out!"

   I tried it again.  He tried to pull away again, but I shoved it in too
fast.  He let out a scream and bit his lip.  "OUCH!!"

   That plump ass was even better than I imagined.  I pumped him slowly,
but it was so thick inside his tiny boy asshole that it barely made a
difference.  I could see the tears running down his face.

   "No....  please....  stop." He cried out.

   "Come on, my little pussy boy", I said, "Stop your whining and I'll
throw in another hundred bucks!  What do you say?"

   He gasped again and said, "Okay, but just...  hurry!"

   With pleasure!

   I pumped him fast, with my balls slapping those cheeks.  I could feel
his toes curling next to my ears, with each thrust.  His arms wailing so
much I had to hold him down.  I was sweating so much, getting closer and
closer.  I was so deep inside this young boy.

   "What's my name again, you little faggot-pussy-dick-takin' cunt-boy?!" I
asked.

   "mm..  mmm...  mmmmm...  DADDY CUM GIVER!!!!!" he screamed, and I gave
that tight boy ass a spanking, as I filled his hole full of cum.

   I pulled out, my cock still covered in my own cum.  His hole stretched
out and slightly bloody.  His legs twitched and shook.

   "Are you okay, boy?" I asked him, as he stroked the cum all over my cock
with his bare feet.

   "Ha-- han--" he said, trying to catch his breath.

   "What are you saying?" I said.

   "Hand over the other hundred!" he demanded.  There's that cocky boy I
knew and loved.

   It was incredible.  Best two hundred bucks I ever spent.

   The next few weeks I told all my boy-loving friends about him.  I
created an email account just for him so we could all communicate with him
in secret.  From what I heard he had met with a couple of my friends... 
and by 'a couple' I mean about twenty six of them!

   I finally got a hold of him and he asked me to come over.  I knocked on
his window and he opened up, once again nice and naked!

   "Hi!" he said, "Come on in, my moms gone until tomorrow.  Went to Vegas
with her new boyfriend!"

   He went out to open the back door for me.

   I peaked inside his room.  He had a new Ultra HD television, with all
the latest video game systems, and all the toys you can imagine.

   Business has been good for this kid.

   He stood there at the door, posing naked.  "Ready?" He asked.

   Sure hope he accepts checks!

   THE END

   written by Jimbo June 2016

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