Warning: This story is unsuitable for minors and contains explicit descriptions of sexual activity considered taboo (and illegal) in most (if not all) jurisdictions. If such activity offends you, please DO NOT read any further. This work is fiction, fantasy and not meant to be taken seriously by anyone, I do not condone or approve of any illegal activity. Sexual abuse of minors is an extremely serious issue and is not suggested by any works or characters in this or any stories. If you are tempted to engage in such acts, please seek help right away. Thank you for taking the time to read my story, should you want to contact me, my email (Twitchydragon44@gmail.com). I look forward to hearing from you, enjoy and have fun. ------------------------ The Dongo Dossier - Prologue ------------------------ "FUCK THIS JOB" I scream, well not out loud I am still at the job I hate and I am not quite ready to be unemployed at twenty-five, yet. Hi, I guess I better introduce myself, my name is Jake, Jake Dongo, I know and I have heard all the jokes about my name before. Anyways I as I mentioned I am twenty-five years old, I have red hair and deep hazel eyes, my dad always said I had my mom's gypsy brown eyes. I currently work at a simple data entry office in New York, didn't grow up here moved here with my family. For working at a desk job I have done my best to stay in shape, I was a swimmer in high school and still have the body. Anyways so that is me, back to my, menial job and the adventure I was about to start. It was just one headache after another with this stupid desk job, I swear my boss is trying to get me to quit, which I would if I had less self-control but I was close, God I was so close. I have been at this simple office desk job for about five years and I was ready for a change, I wanted to travel the world and have adventures, to see exotic places and meet interesting people. I wanted to do something useful, to be helpful to someone and make a change for the better, and maybe have some great adventures along the way and maybe gets some boy ass on the side. Yep I have a love of boys, young and old, short and tall and it is totally torture, I feel lately that all the cute boys here in New York are getting sexier and teasing me like they know. I swear some of them do know, and I could easily name half a dozen incidents in which the boys I see are literally teasing me. One such, that I actually recall fondly, involved a young preteen at the beach. I go there to tan when the weather allows, and I have a kind of hidden place where I go to do it, a small rocky outcropping in a kind of unknown beach. I say kind of unknown because a few locals know of the place and bring their families to get away from the crowds at the more popular and well know places. Anyways I like to tan in a pair of European speedos I got online, they make my toned body look amazing and while laying in my spot I heard a little voice nearby. The voice belonged to a little twelve-year-old raven haired boy who had left the area most of the families used to explore the rocks. He knows I saw him but was acting like he didn't know I was watching and damn, I was locked on him. He was so cute and sexy in a pair of speedos like me that really showed off his bubbly butt. While exploring and pretending he didn't know I was watching, he found a little pool of water and quickly slipped in. When he got out he did that thing most of us do and whip the water from our bodies, well as much as possible at least. But when he did it he accidentally caught the edge of his speedos and pulled them down part ways, exposing his lovely tender boy ass to me. It took him much longer than it should have to pull them back up, and he gave himself a nice wedgie also, which ended up showing off more of his supple cheeks. Before he left over the rocks that brought him here, he looked to face me, our eyes met and he winked at me and blew me a kiss, I swear I came right there. But anyways I digress my ultimate goal is to travel the world and have adventures in some exotic, magical land, I have a strong love of fantasy too, shut up. My more erotic dream includes the far off magical exotic land but involves plenty of hot boys everywhere, all willing to be with me, ahh well I can dream at least right. All that beautiful boy ass walking around for my viewing pleasure, and those hard little dicklets throbbing, waiting for my attention if only I could just reach out and . . . "JAKE" I hear a loud grating voice that smashes my fantasy apart, "What the fuck are you daydreaming about, I told you I need that report in twenty minutes and that was twenty-one minutes ago." My boss, see why I hate this job so much, I feel like he is just picking on me for his own amusement, I know paranoid right but still. "Sorry Mr. Stevens," I say trying to sound apologetic and timid, he likes that, "I guess I got a little distracted, I can have it to you in 5 minutes." "I needed it 5 minutes ago and if you hadn't been day-fucking-dreaming and making up these have passed excuses I would have it," he says at me with that whole angry and disappointed tone that he uses to intimidate and guilt the new hires. It really doesn't work on me anymore and he knows it and that just makes him more pissed. "Sorry, sir," I say with a complete lack of feeling and emotion, I think I finally hit the point where I don't care, "I will work harder" the usual response, didn't really mean it, don't think I ever really did when I said it. "Well that just isn't good enough" he starts shouting now, damn here comes the spit and I left my goggles in the car, "you have been a royal fuck up for a long goddamn time, I don't even know why I felt it necessary to keep you on since all you do is screw up." By this point, the spit was indeed flying and I was myself getting pissed, and I try to pride myself on a calm level head in times of stress. "I don't know what else you want from me sir" I start with the whole innocent routine if anything it will get all my coworkers around me to feel sorry for me and hate him even more as if that was possible. "Here is what I want you, grade A turd" he is really yelling now, I guess he must be really ticked, he usually doesn't scream in the main office area like this, "I want your sorry fucking ass out of here, pack up your shitty desk and get your miserable hide out of my sight" here it comes the big finish "YOU ARE FIRED." I wasn't entirely shocked at this news, I mean I was shocked as anyone who has just been fired and is now dealing with all those sudden thoughts upon being jobless. But the worry of how I was going to pay for, well everything was taking a backseat to the sudden and surprising feeling of joy. I was free of this job and I didn't have to do anything, other than sitting here and take a spit shower from an ugly middle aged man in a worn out soup stained suit. "OK" was my response, and that seemed to shut him up right quick, I could almost see his mind working, `what no begging, no pleading, no crying' I could see I was denying him the pleasure of watching someone squirm for their job. Not me, at the moment I was reeling at the thought of never having to see his face again, and I know that I was a good working and this was all him having a bad day, well buddy it was about to get worse. I start to pack up my area, it's not much just a few personal things I kept at my desk to make work seem a little more bearable. Most of it I didn't need, but of the items, I packed quickly was the usual my phone, the lunch I had packed, and some pictures. The pictures were the most important, one was of my parents who I lost in a car accident about two years ago. And the only other one I had was the most beautiful boy, he was about ten years old with shaggy blonde hair and some baby blue eyes, cute little nose and perfect smile. I told everyone who asked that he was my adopted little brother, said my parents were feeling lonely since I moved out and wanted to help out someone who needed it. The truth is, I had no idea who he was, I was just walking through the park, it's the shortest way to work from my home, and there he was leaning against a tree just watching the park. I walk up to him and asked if I could get a picture, and to my utter amazement he just smiled and nodded. I had no idea at the time what my cover was going to be if he asked why I need a picture of him, and saying you are the most beautiful boy here and I want to fuck you probably wasn't the best thing to say. Good for me I have a great phone with an even better camera and I took more photos than I should have but he didn't seem to mind and didn't ask any questions, which should have raised some questions to me but I was in heaven snapping dozens of pics of his lean tanned body to care at the time. When I was done and almost late for work, I said thanks, he just smiled and said we would meet again in a different place. I didn't know what he meant, and I didn't care, I had at least 2 dozen pics of his perfect face and luminous smile, I was in heaven. Anyways back to my firing, I gathered up the last of my things and loaded up my messenger bag and started for the door calm and collected, I could freak out at home. When I made it to the elevator that seemed to break my boss out of his trance as he called after me. I did take some joy in watching that ugly little fat man run, well I don't think he can run, waddle seems more appropriate, after me. I swear if he falls and lands head first in someone's trash bucket I will lose it, and maybe stay for that. But sadly he reaches me upright if not slightly out of breath from his twenty-foot job, here comes the please stay request. "Jake, wait" his tone suddenly different "maybe I was a little hard on you, I could give you another chance, let you prove yourself a good employee." Wow, even when trying to apologize and keep me he was putting me down, well it wasn't going to work, I was out. "No thanks sir," calm and collected, gotta make them feel this one "I think it is about time I find myself a new job, expand my horizons and move on" yeah that did it, "it was a pleasure working here and I will miss all of you," there's the elevator, step inside and press button, and as the doors close "AND FUCK YOU ALL BITCHES, I AM FREE." Maybe that last part was a little much but it was how I felt and felt good to say, and the look on some of my coworker's faces and the face of my now ex-boss were priceless. As I make my way home I pass through the same park I met the perfect boy, I call him Devon since I have no idea his real name. I take out the picture and look at it again, always make me happy to see his warm smiling face, tanned skin, and athletic body. I do a quick look around the park and no, I don't see him, just not my lucky day. My apartment building is just right across from the park which is right across from the building my office was in, so the commute was a breeze. I just need to cross the street from the part to my building and it is usually pretty easy, but every so often some jackass speeds through. I manage to get across find and into my apartment building with now no issues, once inside I begin my climb up the stairs to my fifth floor home. Inside it is nothing special, just your usual New York apartment, small and it all looks like it was smashed together at the last minute, but it is home. I decide I need to get some fresh air and out of my stupid suite, so in a quick change, I am ready to get out and get my now lack of a job off my mind at least for a little bit. Dressed in my favorite shorts, and a comfortable t-shirt I slip on some sneakers and head back out the door, maybe my mystery boy will be at the park again. Down at the street, I look to the park and do a quick scan to see if my little eye candy boy is there, can't see from here so time to go on a scouting mission. Looks clear so I start across, and that is when I hear it, squealing brakes and screaming voices, damn it I am going to die today too, I didn't even get to see my perfect boy again either. Just before the red mustang slams into me I see him, my perfect boy, standing across the street in the same spot I saw him last time, leaned up against a tree, but this time I swear he is looking right at me. It's funny how right before death all of time seems to slow down, it's like if I could I would jump free from the oncoming sports car. But in this instance of time slowing I am focused on the boy, if I am to die or enter a long coma, I want to take in his beauty as much as possible. His blonde locks are still shaggy and seem to be extra golden today shining in the sun, and those baby blue eyes like two pools I wish I could swim in. He is smiling at me, his perfect white teeth straight and clean adding contrast to his lightly tanned skin of which he is showing a lot of today by just wearing a white wife beater and some blue short shorts. A smile stretches my face as I notice something, his tight little short shorts. Which just cover a third of his smooth thighs, are tented, and I mean tented, seems like the boy of my dreams has a hard little boy boner. I am glad that the last thing I will see is my dream boy, smiling and horny, now I can literally die happy, and that is when the whole world goes black.