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story codes: (mb, oral, anal, 1st)
style: contemporary 

"You dress me up. I'm your puppet. You buy me things. I love it. You
bring me food. I need it. You give me love. I feel it. Look at my hopes.
Look at my dreams. The currency we've spent. I love you. You pay my rent."
- P S B





FILTHY RICH     by DEBONAIR

CHAPTER 1.

   Over the years, I had seen many kids frolic under my window. I owned
a condo in a not so appealing neighbourhood. Across the street, there
were three-storeys low-income housing. The single women and poor
families who lived there, procreated like crazy. Dumping their
offspring on the sidewalk with the bags of garbage for company.

  Still I called it my home. During the summer, I opened the windows
to listen to children play. Boys and girls of all ages, and of almost
all nationalities. Their loud shrieks and squeaky voices was like
music to me. Whenever I had free time, I spied on them. Watching the
boys, only the boys, toss a ball or roughhouse on the cement. With
my binoculars, I could easily enjoy their glorious forms. One kid in
particular, blond and lively, had loose pants. And when he wrestled,
I often caught a flash of his little genitals.

   A new typical family arrived in May. Mom, deadbeat dad and three kids,
all male. The oldest son was named Tommy and he was ten. His little
brothers I didn't care for. They were merely toddlers of less than four
years of age. Much to my surprise, they were caucasians. Then again, Tommy
was so beautifully tanned from spending all his time in the sun, that his
golden skin was more akin to a Mexican child.

   The skinny boy always wore his Brewer's cap, covering his extremely
short light brown hair. The rest of his clothes betrayed the sad state
of the family's financial situation. His t-shirts were faded and
sporting ugly designs. On his loins, amazingly tight blue shorts clung
to his firm little behind like a second skin. It was out of the
question to put Nike shoes on his feet. The brand he wore was unknown.

   Many nights, I dreamed of running my hands on his hairless legs all
the way up under the hem of his shorts. The kid seemed sullen and
lonely. Rarely smiling. Probably lacking affection from his folks who
cared exclusively for the two smaller tykes. Don't get me wrong. He
did make a friend. A black boy about his age. When they kicked a
soccer ball on the asphalt, he grinned, relishing the short recess
from his solitary life. Afterwards, they sat on the wrought iron
stairs, to savour a well-deserved one foot Mr. Freeze.

   Tommy would unload all the repressed conversations from his chest.
His girlish vocal cords produced the most delightful high-pitched
sounds. Every time, he would stick the frozen colored treat between his
thighs, pretending to have a huge dong and yelling: "I have the biggest
dick in the world!"

    In the morning, I crossed the boy's path on the way to work. He
trudged silently with his young siblings tagging along, his heavy
bag pack on his back, as they went to the nearby elementary school. I
could glimpse at his cute face. His big brown eyes glancing one instant
at me.

    Most of his evenings were dedicated to soccer. He consumed the
last of his energy playing with older boys until his mother summoned him
into the apartment at nine o'clock. I would take my post, opening the
curtains slightly to have a clear view with my binoculars. Scanning
the inky darkness, I waited for Tommy to flip the light on and
illuminate the bedroom. It was fantastic then. I could see everything
as he got ready for bed.

   Since my condo was on the first floor and his bedroom on the third.
I could only capture the images of the kid's upper body. He undressed
nonchalantly, giving me an eyeful of his hairless chest with two pink
nipples. I imagined the rest in my head, watching the movement of his
arms as he pulled his shorts down. If only I had been born a bird.

   Even though the erotic strip tease featured the less interesting
half of Tommy. I still glued my eyes to his bedroom window every
night. During one of my spying session, something scary happened. The
nude boy approached the window.

   I didn't budge, feeling protected by the cloak of darkness inside
my cozy condominium unit. The ten-year-old surveyed the speeding cars in
the street. He raised his gaze to my level and that's when he saw me.
Completely paralysed, we reflected our stares, his eyes bulging. He
waved his hand, showing me he had acknowledged my presence quite
certainly.

   Sweat poured down my forehead. My bones suddenly aching. Seeing I
didn't mirror his friendly gesture, he shrugged his shoulders,
mouthing the word 'pervert' on his lips. Climbing on a chair, he
danced like a go-go boy, his serious eyes still fixed on me. I could
see all of him now. His limp pricklet flopped around from the obscene
hip shakes. Even from across the street, I could tell the small
wiener was not circumcised.

   The show lasted a few moments and he stepped down. He gave me the
finger and turned off the light. My heart skipped a beat. I didn't
sleep well that night. All the familiar noises made me flinch. I
envisioned the cops rapping on my door the next day to arrest me.
Or even worse, mothers getting together and posting flyers around the
neighbourhood with my picture on it. The words 'child molester'
underlined. And under them, the account of Tommy's mother's sad pleas
for justice: 'This forty-year old man is stalking my innocent son!'

   The boy's naked body flashed in my brain. He was the only one on
the planet who knew my secret. I prayed he would keep his mouth shut.

   At dawn, I strolled nervously, fighting hard to keep my
composure as I neared the ten-year-old with his two brothers. I made
sure there was no expression on my face. Like nothing had ever happen.
Throwing my stare furtively to him, I saw him wink and smile wickedly.
It made my day.

   I stopped watching him undress. Afraid to relive the embarrassing
experience. The line between the good life and imminent demise so thin.
However, the boy's soprano voice called me on the weekends. Nothing
could have pried me from behind the glass. I studied carefully his sexy
boyish body. Burning the images of his boisterous behaviour in my
mind. The boy's skin glistening in the afternoon sun.

  It was during one of my moment of contemplation that I found out
Tommy had started a paper route. I zoomed on the big red bag he was
carrying and took a mental note of the newspaper's name. Within five
minutes I was a subscriber.

                                -=-

   For the whole week, I was in heaven. Waiting for the kid to collect
his due. On Sunday, the doorbell rang and my heart sank. I had been
fantasizing about this instant for so long. Anticipating gleefully the
close meeting with the object of my infatuation.

   I buzzed the kid in and opened the door, practicing my prepared
lines for the chat. The rascal's light steps echoed in the corridor.
He walked hurriedly to me and halted on a dime, recognizing my face.

"Hi!" I said with an honest tone.

"Hello mister..." he peeped suspiciously. Fright making his irises
balloon grotesquely.

"What's your name?" I inquired, as if I didn't know the answer.

"My name is Tommy and I'm the paperboy." he responded naively.

   The silence that followed seemed to last forever. I undressed him
with my eyes, examining every inch of his frame. The boy could sense the
lust in my stare. His toes curled up, stretching the fabric of his cheap
tennis shoes as he fidgeted anxiously. I was the carnivorous beast and
he was the piece of meat.

   He bravely informed me of how much I was owing him. As he spoke, I
wished he was begging me to take his shorts down and fill him up with my
hot spunk.

"There you go. Here's your four bucks for the week and a two-dollar
tip."

"Thanks!" Tommy exclaimed, eyeing the bills in the palm of his little
hand. His face lit up and he dashed out suddenly, remembering momentarily
how near he was to a sicko.

"See ya next week!" I shouted.


                                -=-

   As time flew by, I got bolder with Tommy. Interrogating him on the
most intimate details. "Do you play with your penis?", "Did you ever
touch another boy's dick?", "Do you know what sperm is?"

   Tommy had no choice but to face my litany of degrading questions,
blushing brightly. I only paid him after he responded sincerely. The
sight of his confused facial expressions was priceless. Once, he
avoided my lurid investigation. Unaware it would simply grant him one
quarter for the tip, like all his other customers. He trotted away
dejected and never eluded any of my queries after.

   From this, I learned more about his life. Fuelling my demented
attraction to the lad. As expected, the tough school he was attending
was not the ideal place to shield his innocence. He had been
masturbating for two years. Sometimes, sharing his session of onanism
with his black pal. His young bros also were expert wankers and he
often took pleasure from their stubby fingers. He understood everything
regarding making babies and sex. Every cavity a man could stick his pole
into.

   His unquenchable curiosity had driven him into the room of a
teenager. The older male had jacked off for him. Unveiling the mystery
of jizz as he spewed his ball juice on his muscular chest. Tommy
thought it was gross.

   With each weekly tip, the kid's escalating addiction to money
increased. I requested that he dropped his pants and he did. I
requested he allowed me to fondle his privates and he acquiesced. All
these demands earning him three crisp bucks to spend. I wondered if the
kid pounded his pud thinking about me. Imagining my dirty paws
exploring his hairless package.

   He let me take Polaroids of his nakedness, front and back. His
boydick soft or hard. The one I preferred showed him strictly wearing
his eternal baseball hat with nothing else on. I traded the pictures
on the net. My boyloving friends sending me the photos of the handsome
pupils they were in love with.


                                -=-

   That year, Halloween landed on a Friday. I was surprised to hear my
doorbell resonate. For the gloomy holiday failed to lure kids inside
the austere building I dwelt. It pained me. And I always ended up with
bags full of candy. But not this time I grinned.

   The young boy who tiptoed to my door was alone, dressed in a full
body Spiderman attire. There were only two holes for the eyes. The
close-fitting garment accentuated deliciously his little lump though.

"Trick or treat!" he sang.

"There you go!" I retorted, dispensing generously most of my sugary
goodies in his bag.

"I don't want candy, I want cash." the child snapped back.

"You better show me your butt fast if you want cash little twerp." I
mumbled, recognizing the familiar voice.

   Tommy removed his mask and I leaped on him to tickle his ribs. He
had liven up since I first met him. I credited myself pretentiously
for the kid's change of attitude. His natural reflexes didn't control
his nervous system anymore. I could easily touch the boy without
making him back away protectively.

   His mother didn't expect him 'till nine. He had willingly decided
to stay with me for the last hour before his curfew. We watched a horror
flick on TV. Tommy sat on the carpet, in his snug disguise, slurping
on a lollipop obscenely. Knowing full well it would torture me.

"Hey mister!" he called abruptly.

"Call me Ryan please." I remarked.

"Okay then Ryan. If you give five bucks, you can suck me..." he
declared, a sly twinkle in his eyes.

   I frowned, pretending to be shocked. The child was not that dumb
after all. He would benefit from my blowjob and the five dollars.
My bosom swelled with pride. I had been elected to accomplish the
first blowjob on his virgin peter.

"Get naked Spiderman!" I smiled.

   The ten-year-old rose to his feet merrily. I lowered the zip in
the back of his outfit, all the way to the cleft of his lovely tight
arse and waited for him to finish undressing. On my knees and sitting
on the heels of my feet, I admired my randy plaything. He fought
against the skin-tight costume to bare his arms and legs. My cock was
aching in my jeans. He had nothing on under the Halloween suit.

   Tommy raced to me excitedly, a spring in his steps. I gripped his
buns and crushed his sex on my nose, sniffing the boy's aroma. With my
tongue, I licked under his scrotum, titillating his smooth perineum.
Then I swallowed his hairless nuts, watching closely his diminutive
organ rise from the flow of blood to it.

   Tommy was mesmerized as I made love to his genitals, licking his
hardening dink and nibbling on his drawn testicles. He cooed loudly. I
kneaded his buttocks, violently moving my tongue everywhere on his
crotch. His beautiful young tool was curving upward. I retracted his
foreskin with my lips and it soared again to almost three inches, its
mushroom head blossoming.

    The rubbery peg bounced as I lashed the tip of my tongue at it.
The most charming erection and it was in my living room. I engulfed
the throbbing little bone. The taste making my head spin. I could
easily take all of him in my mouth. From time to time, I suckled his
spongy glans but mostly focused on sucking the entire little hard-on.

"Uhhh uhhh I'm so hard! Uhhh yeeeeaaahh" Tommy squealed while I blew
him. His cute grimaces aroused me. I doubled the intensity, really
suctioning the tiny morsel. When it was evident that he was about to
climax, I sank my oral probe inside his bellybutton, letting his
pleasure dwindle.

"Again please.. suck it again!" he panted.

   I wanted the amazing interlude to last forever. So I teased the
boy. Sucking and pausing. Until his body was electrified and his knees
sagged. Finally, I clasped my lips behind his cherry knob, bobbing
my head steadily.

"Ohhh OHHHH I'm gonna cum! OHHHH" Tommy cried. "I'm cumming! I'm
cumming! OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO"

   The sound of his soprano wails made me cream my underwear. The
finger-sized dickie twitched in my mouth. As it softened to its
original state, I kissed it. Utterly satisfied, Tommy fell on his
skinny ass. Dazzled by the new experience.


                                -=-

   I secretly hoped every day was Sunday. The boy's enthusiasm for
sexual tingles reminded me of my first impulses at about the same age.
He didn't say hello anymore. He just stepped inside and dropped his
shorts, already hard at the prospect of my mouth on his young stiffy.

   I didn't mention to him that this was our secret and he couldn't
tell anyone. For fear that he would outsmart me and start bribing me.
He could have easily created an adult slave out of me. Just by
threatening to spill his guts to his folks.

   So I had to live with the possibility that the boy was babbling
to everybody about my pussy mouth. In my nightmares, a dozen kids show
up at my doorstep, commanding me to suck their willies or else...
it's prison time.

   Nevertheless, I was confident Tommy would not dare spoil our
little arrangement. Dedicated to pleasing him. I suggested a thorough
rimming. The boy thought it was disgusting. But since he was a the
receiving end of the vile act, he didn't mind at all resting his torso
on the sofa cushion for me to perform the naughty chore.

   The child's backside was so hot. The snowy white midsection glowing
in contrast to the rest of his golden body. I ran my tongue from the
back of his balls all the way up to his puckered anus. Tommy approved
right from the start my ministrations. His little dick coming alive as
I lapped up his asscrack, leaving a sheet of saliva.

"Hmmmm that's so nice." he commented.

   I parted his buns completely with my big hands. Tommy was
contracting his pink hole, urging me to lick him there. I made circles
with my tongue around the target and the kid wiggled his wet little
butt. He rubbed his penis on the corduroy couch, getting excited
rapidly. I darted the tip of my slimy probe and slowly penetrated the
constricting orifice.

   The more I snaked inside his rectal opening, the more Tommy
hissed, enjoying the tickly contact. The lad's shithole was exquisite.
I worked on it ravenously, sucking on the ring of flesh or pushing my
slippery tongue passed the little muscle.

   I pulled the child's sex organs from between his thighs and sucked
his boydick from the back. Moving my lips to his humid asshole then
back to his pulsing pecker. Tommy enjoyed the lewd exploitation of
both private parts. He was moaning loudly, submitted to the
upcoming rush of blissful jolts.

   I surrendered my mouth to his hard-on. Sliding my lips faster
on the inflamed pre-pubescent beauty I was gripping between my
fingers. With my index lodged to the hilt in his rectum. I
watched the little joystick shudder as Tommy yelped in the throes of
yet another incredible boyish orgasm.


                                -=-

   Tommy kept his butt clean after that. Hoping to convince me to do it
again. I obliged happily. Many times he would sit on my face and beg
me to lick his bumhole for long minutes while he masturbated. The
kinky scene's outcome was invariably a bumpy dry climax for the
sexed-up pre-teen.

   I loved to hear him come. His small angelic voice cracking as he
gasped for air. My wanking fantasies revolved around all of the things
I had done with the boy. I would spill my load thinking about him
every time.

   After our sex games, I started taking Tommy downtown. It was a
refreshing escapade for him. His eyes widened when we visited the toy
stores or sportswear sections of glitzy malls. I avoided going to my
usual high-class restaurants for dinner. The boy's appearance would
certainly arouse suspicion. He had holes in his sweat pants at the
knees and under the armpits of his t-shirts. There was no way the kid
could have been perceived as my son or a nephew. Any way you looked at
him, he was a poor bastard, a street runt.

   I asked him what he was planning to do with the dineros I gave him.
He cautiously said he was saving it to buy an expensive football
jacket. It was obviously a burden for him also to walk around in rags.
As much as I was sad for my little partner. I could not take the
chance of acquiring a new wardrobe for him. His parents would never
believe he had profited that much from his paper route.

   Instead I bought him things that could be stored in his closet or
in his desk. A soccer ball. Batman comic books. And all the candy he
wanted. But most importantly, I fed him. A t-bone steak was a
forbidden delicacy in his household.

   The trips to retail outlets reinforced his strong thirst for
money. He longed for the materialistic things he had never even
dreamed of before. On the verge of affording some, I sensed his
obsession intensify. Who was I to patronize him? I had been born with
a silver spoon in my mouth. None of my arguments would have rung true.
Money doesn't buy you happiness. But I was sure it helped.

   The next Sunday, he took a seat on the couch, clad with the usual
sexy shorts he knew I loved so much. I stood by, hanging to his pouty
lips, awaiting what he fancied this time to merit his five dollars.
Quietly visualizing him say he longed to pee on my uvula.

"How can I get ten bucks this time?" he demanded tentatively.

   The kid was going in business. I had been content in pleasuring
him. Now it was my turn. If he wasn't smart enough to quit and forget
about the running shoes and NFL coats, then I would have to teach him
about life. Lesson number one. Money doesn't grow on trees.

"You will have to suck me if you want ten dollars. I'll give five
bonus if you eat my sperm..." I answered coldly.

"Do I have to take my clothes off?"

"Yes. And you will kneel on the floor and lick my hairy balls." I
barked. My mind was pressuring me to discourage him. But my cock
screamed for the opposite.

"I'll do it all." Tommy nodded, already shedding his duds.

   While he peeled off his clothes, I unzipped my jeans slowly,
persuaded he would back out at the last minute. He crept to my feet,
thin, naked and vulnerable. I slipped out of my briefs. My long adult
appendage didn't frighten him, so I wagged it on his cute mug.

   There was a lot of precum oozing. His introduction to cocksucking
would start with a good clean up under my foreskin. He grabbed my
heavy sausage and licked the pisshole. When his little tongue slipped
under my skin, I groaned, feeling the stirrings of an intense
erection coming up.

   I guided him. With one hand he squeezed my large balls and with the
other he fiddled my growing cock. I pulled the skin off my helmet and
urged him to kiss it. Like a good little slut he did. I rubbed my
cockhead on his lips a few seconds and fed it to him.

   My penis enlarged inside his mouth. Reaching proportions the kid
didn't expect as it was clear from his surprised look. My fully erect
rod spanned seven thick inches and Tommy's lips were distended around
it. He tried very hard to swallow me but could only fit three inches
in his small cavity.

"Suck it good now!" I commanded.

   The youthful devil copied everything I had done to him. Swirling
his tongue and bobbing his head. I grabbed a fistful of hair and
pulled his head on my dick, bumping the back of his mouth.

"You like the taste of my cock? That's what you wanted uh little
cocksucker." I scolded him.

   Forcing my pole down his throat, he breathed in ragged gasps
through his nose. Inches by inches, my long prick disappeared inside
his mouth. I yearned to stick it all in and come directly in his
stomach. But settled for half of my cock into his oesophagus.

   Tommy panicked as I fucked his face. He whimpered, choking on
the large intrusive mass. Determined to shape him into a skilled
technician of fellatio, I pursued my oral rape. Weeks of pent-up
sexual hunger rushed through my shaft. I unclogged his throat and
told him to move his lips very fast on my angry knob.

"It's cummming!" I warned, grunting like an animal as the ten-year-old
frantically sucked away. Fearing he would back out of the deal, I
gripped his head firmly. The first jet of my discharge exploded
powerfully on the ceiling of his mouth.

   Torrents of gooey semen filled his little cavity quickly. "Eat
it all!" I yelled. "Don't drop any on the carpet!". Tommy's adam's
apple bounced. I took infinite delight in watching him gulp down
my abundant sauce. His eyes were wild, trying to coordinate at the
same time, the swallowing and the sealing of his lips around
my shooting canon.

   In the end, he had drank at least four mouthful of spunk. I dried
my deflating penis on his rosy cheeks. He was smiling defiantly. Happy
to have survived. Like it was nothing at all.

   I seldom masturbated after that. The little brat was sucking my
cock and my wallet dry every chance he got. Sometimes visiting early
in the morning, while his little brothers waited outside. He would
give me a quick blow job and hop to school with half a pint of my
seed in his tummy.

   During the weekend, I could relax and let him pleasure me calmly
for half an hour. His mouth doing wonders to my steely hard-on. He was
an apt cocksucker now. Using his hands, lips and tongue to their
best ability. Inevitably, I would straddle his chest and jerk my
fuckpole in front of his face.

    He was ready, opening his mouth wide to accept my offering of man
juice. The first violent eruptions splashed on his forehead or up his
upturned nose. While the remaining quieter spurts flowed directly on
his tongue. He ate it all up.



CHAPTER 2.


   Tommy treated me like a sugar daddy from then on. He sulked when
I didn't buy him the latest toys. I hardened my boyloving heart and
said no to all his excuses. He desperately needed a Nintendo. The
videogame would make him very popular among his school friends. In the
department stores, it was necessary to hang the menace of a spanking on
his head. As if I was his father. The boy was ten-years-old but he
exploded in tantrums like he was a spoiled toddler.

  I limited my gifts to one per week and planned a scheme to cure him
of his greed. As much as it would be hard to find out the kid only
loved me because of my salary, I had to put things straight. The boy was
turning into a full-blown whore. Soliciting me each time we met.

  I suggested we skipped the sex one time. But that didn't cut it. He got
naked and rubbed against me until I let him suck my cock. One day, he
showed up with the Denver Broncos jacket he had coveted all summer. I
was angry and reprimanded him on the fact that his parents would find
out about us. He told me his mom had quizzed him on the recent
purchase. And she believed him when he informed her the coat was only
30$ on sale. He persuaded her the measly tips he had been amassing
accounted for the full amount.

   That kind of official garment was well worth over 150$. I prayed
his mother didn't shop at Foot Locker. If she ever discovered the true
value of the coat, she would definitely accuse him of being a thief.
Under that kind of pressure the kid would surely collapse and rat on
me. I knew my little Tommy.

   The boy clung to me like leech, testing my sanity. I had to order
him to go back home. That his folks would be suspecting something if
he didn't play there at night or on the street in front of the
building. He agreed and visited me three times a week only.

   It was raining the day his gluttony blew up in his face. My wet
boyfriend was even cuter in his damp clothes. I helped take off his
rags and dried his lean body with a lush towel. He seemed particularly
horny. So I sucked his small tool, shoving two fingers up his bum,
until he climaxed in my mouth.

   The kid was lost in his thoughts afterwards. I had witnessed that
type of behaviour before. He always pondered seriously before asking me
for more funds. He was treading on thin ice and he realized it. Probably
polishing over and over, the ideal way to make his demand.

"I wanna suck you now." he tweeted.

"Sure." I said. I was not made of wood after all.

"But I want twenty five bucks for it.." he stated strongly, pushing up
the ante and unknowingly triggering my plan to save his soul.

"Nope. That's too much. But I will make you an offer that will teach
you about your greediness."

"I'm not greedy!" Tommy reacted, genuinely provoked by my sentence.

"Oh yes you are!"

"Am not!"

"Are too". Etc. You know the drill.

   I fished out a deck of cards and put it on the coffee table. Tommy
was puzzled, thinking we were gonna play strip poker. I shuffled them
and spread them face down.

"This it the deal." I declared solemnly. "Two is the lowest, Aces high.
We each take one card. If *you* have the best card, I will give you
100$... On the other hand, if *I* have the best card, you get nothing,
zilch, no moola. And you will let me stick my cock up your butt.
I mean all of it. I will fuck you very hard, believe me, for at least
thirty minutes."

   My instructions were precise. I wanted Tommy to understand
perfectly what he was getting into if he consented to the agreement.
This was a big decision for a ten-year-old. I offered to repeat but he
had comprehended. His eyes were pensive as he considered the deal. I
sensed he was imagining what he would buy with the money and how much
pain he would endure if he failed to pick the winning glossy piece of
plastic-coated paper.

"Okay!" he announced, thrusting his little hand at me. We always
shook on our pacts. I was a kid also when I was around him. Unlike
in the adult world, in our realm, a promise was a promise.

   Tommy scanned the table, squinting his eyes, attempting to see
through the cards. "This one!" he exclaimed excitedly. His fingers
were shaking as he turned the card over. The stake so immense. "I got
a queen!" he shouted, reassured that only two cards could beat him. He
jived on the carpet, letting the towel drop and expose his gorgeous
sexy child body.

"Pipe down." I muttered, gathering the cards. I reshuffled them under
the watchful eye of the nude boy. The cards danced in my nimble
fingers. Tommy didn't know my first job was as a croupier in Vegas. I
slammed the pack down on the table and cut the deck in two.

"Take it." I proposed, pointing to the card in the middle of the cut.
I wanted Tommy to do it. To make sure he would not imply I had
cheated. Even though I did. I could make an ace appear anywhere in the
deck.

   The little boy executed the offer with assurance. His face turned
white like a cadaver when he unveiled the ace of spades. Tears welled
up in his brown eyes. "Please.. I don't wanna do it." he wept. I
brought the lad to my lap and kissed the nape of his neck while he
regained his composure.

   He waited nervously on the couch as I prepared the scene. There was
a large armchair made of rattan in the corner of my living room. I
propped a pillow on it. The bent over boy would be at the ideal
height for the intrusion. I took the lid off a jar of Vaseline and
lubed my hardening wand generously. All the time, Tommy whined.

"Not in my butt." he implored.

"Oh yes. In yer butt." I affirmed.

"Can't you just put the head in?" he asked tentatively.

"No. I'm gonna stick all of it." I insisted.

"It's gonna hurt!"

"Maybe. But if you can take two fingers, you can take my dick. Now bend
over here."

   The defeated boy ambled to the fuck chair, taking his position.
His head lower than his ass, legs spread, buttocks slightly parted.
I poked a finger in his anus and greased the narrow entrance. Tommy
began crying again, hit hard by the harsh reality of it all.

"I will go gently at first." I reassured him. "Now relax your hole."

   The pink pucker was strangling my finger, protecting the gateway
to the kid's entrails. Using both hands, I massaged Tommy's frail
back, to tranquillize his nerves. He aced the second test. His anus
providing a slippery intromission of my digit.

   My huge cock was steely hard. I aimed it at the rosebud, prepared
to deflower my delicate buddy. Tommy yelped as soon as the tip of
my penis touched his bunghole. I pressed my hand on his back and
popped my bloated knob inside, hearing him scream in agony.

"ARRRRRRGHHHHH Take it out! It's too big!"

   The journey into his rear would prove to be arduous. I pulled out
and comforted him, not backing out of our deal. Making it clear he
would be screwed no matter what. I repeated the process, my pulsing
erection leaking gallons of pre-cum.

"Let it in!" I coaxed Tommy. He gasped for air, trying to unseal his
passage. It took five minutes to get a couple inches inside him. His
wails of pain resonated. His tears of fear rained down his face. The
sphincter yielded gradually, allowing me entry. I eased my cock into his
rectum, stealing his virginity.

"Go slooowwww." Tommy protested, exhaling noisily. I didn't wanna rip
the pre-pubescent angel and postponed my invasion of a prime piece of
ass. With half my phallus inside his bum, I paused. Relishing the
sight of the distended anus around the diameter of my shaft.

   The little muscle wasn't as dynamic anymore and I pushed further
into the youngster. Tommy's body was tensed. He clenched the pillow in
his arms, biting his lower lip.

"ANNNNNHHH ANNNNNHHHH" he hollered each time I got deeper inside his
guts. When my prickly pubes grazed his soft buns, Tommy brightened. "I
did it! I did it!" he shouted, happy of his exploit. I was ball deep
into him. He had accommodated my seven inches of meat. Lucky seven.

   I worked my rigid manhood back and forth in his insides.
Withdrawing and cramming myself into the calmer lad. The elastic anal
ring clung to every ridge of my veiny organ. It was without a doubt
the best tight bottom I had entered. Time stood still. I was
longdicking Tommy carelessly. Like it was casual intercourse.

   The young boy cooed, discovering the pleasures of a good rub on his
immature prostate. I reached between his legs to jingle his teeny
nutsack while I travelled slowly in the depth of his bowels. He
masturbated, feeling my warm prick slide in his canal. I had to close 
my eyes. The sheer view of my large maleness sandwiched in his white 
little cheeks threatening to launch my orgasm.

"Uhhh Uhh Uhhh yeahhh cum in my ass." he cried.

   I leaned on his shoulders, smothering his small frame. The boy was
figuring it would be over soon. Thinking this is what I meant by
fucking very hard. I sucked on his earlobe. The wrinkles on his sweaty
forehead indicated he was still slightly in pain. It reminded me of
the phrase a friend had told me: 'There's nothing more beautiful than
the face of a boy being sodomized.'

   The foreplay was getting tiresome. I notified Tommy of the next
episode, spooking him with my whispers.

"It's only the beginning Tommy. I told ya I would fuck you VERY hard in
your little butt. If you like it now, you're gonna love it later. I
will shove my cock into you until you beg for more."

   With that, I ejected my throbbing hose from his behind. Tommy
assessed the damage to his opening with his small fingers. His
butthole was red and agape, quivering in the aftershock of rapid
expansion. I applied the pink jelly I treasured so much, onto the purple
knob of my tool. The transparent liquid solidified to a thin coat of
plastic, ensuring it would delay my climax, much like a condom.
Except, I would be able to discharge my wad into the kid's ass. Tommy
assuredly was going home with a very sore shithole.

   I lurched behind him and inserted my long member back in his rectum.
Tommy was surprised by the speedy penetration and his lungs pleaded
for air. I bestowed him three quick powerful strokes with my hips to
give a sample of what was in store and he responded with "Oooh Oooh
OoOh"

   His whinny voice didn't have a trace of puberty. Such a pure little
angel I was buggering. My good side appealed to my reason. The kid had
suffered enough. The lesson probably well learned by now. Rage
countered, daring me to continue. I gripped his slender hips opting
for the latter.

"Here we go Tommy. I will show ya how a real man fucks a little boy.
You wanna take it hard in yer butt uh little slut." I grumbled, lust
taking over.

   My fingernails dug in the skin of his flanks. I pounded my
fuckstick in earnest right away, my balls bouncing on his tail. "oh
yeah, Oh fuck, fuck." I yelled, oblivious to the kid's complaints.
Tommy had a great firm ass. It cushioned the devastating collision of
my body against his. So that I wasn't slamming into a bag of bones.

"AOOOWWWW OOOOO AOOOOOOOW AAAAANNNN OUCH! OUCH!" Tommy bawled.

   He shuddered each time I plunged my hardness to the hilt. His
little toes were curled up on the carpet from the intensity of my
rutting. I felt the tremors of his anal orgasm and heighten my
solid fuck strokes to supply two or three more, before his bumhole went
numb, getting intoxicated by his constant wails. The sound of his
lamentations echoed like the siren of a police car, mixing with the
clatter of full contact sex.

   I grunted loudly as I savagely stabbed my cock into his gripping
rectum. Showing no mercy and soaking in all the sensations the little
ass could donate. Tommy had abandoned his body to me. I shook him
like a rag doll. For twenty minutes straight, I fucked his ass hard
steadily. I was turning into a high-tech sex machine. Precisely
plowing in and out on every second.

"AH Yeah. Take it little bastard! Take my big cock in your ass! Ahhhh
that's it. You're so fucking tight! Ahh ahh ahh little whore.
You're really getting fucked now.. AHhh." my voice chanted on its own.

   I roughly flipped him over on his back to take him from the front.
I wanted him to see my huge manhood go deep inside. His eyes were
stupefied at how much hardcore action his little butt could sustain.
Immobilizing him under his knees, I continued the brutal onslaught.
His feet were flailing in the air with each earthshaking penetration.

"OHH OHHH OHHH OHHHHH I'm gonna fill you up." I growled, watching his
grimacing baby face. Pounding the full weight of my body on him. I was
carried into another world. Taking me to the acme of bliss. My heavy
balls felt huge like watermelons. The first electric jet of semen
rushed trough my penis, followed by a deluge of large ejaculations. I
must have spewed a whole pint of juice inside Tommy's colon.

   It kept spurting from my pisshole, coating the walls of the
pre-teen's intestines. The little boy yelped from a simultaneous
climax, experiencing the same delight, receiving my warm cream
deep inside his rectum. Both our chests heaving, we waited for my
massive organ to soften. I extracted my dick from Tommy and watched
my goo oozing from the gaping dilated hole. The little sphincter would
never be the same again.


                                -=-


   My young pal abstained from stopping by for a while. He was a sore
loser I guessed. I estimated he would come back when the ache from his
bottom hole had vanished. Two weeks tops. My instincts were right. I
felt a certain shame, welcoming him in my home after what I done. I
wondered if he would ever forgive me. The wrath his eyes as he left my
condo limping that day was extreme.

   He was a brave boy though. I was relieved to see him again. The
waiting had been excruciating. I was falling madly in love with him,
even though thirty years separated us. He never asked for money anymore.
We had great vanilla sex and I tucked some bills in his pocket.

   I was having a gourmet supper with a boylover I had met on the
internet when Tommy arrived unexpectedly. Just in time for dessert.
He was slightly confused that I wasn't alone. Believing I was a die
hard hermit. I deposited a rich french pastry in front of him. He
devoured it, smearing whipped cream all around his lips, while I
resumed my conversation with Robbie.

   We had been talking about boys but shied away from the subject to
preserve the kid's innocent ears. Then again, it was too late for
that. It seemed Robbie was cursed or blessed, depending on how you
look at it, with a ten-inch manhood. And no boy could ever get used to
that.

"Ryan has been telling me a lot of good things about how sexy you
are." Robbie declared, out of the blue. I blushed.

"Oh." the child ruminated. "So you're a pervert also?" he peeped.

"Tommy!" I vociferated.

"That's ok. Might as well get it out of the way." Robbie said, keeping
his cool serenity. "You know Tommy. I have a friend who would enjoy
getting acquainted with you." he added. "He's gonna turn thirteen next
week. Perhaps we could have a birthday party."

"Sure." Tommy answered impassively.

"Ryan could make us a great meal. My little buddy loves a good rump
roast. And we could play games and film the festive occasion." Robbie
winked at me.

   I was fuming at the sexual innuendos and gazed coldly at my guest.
Who was he to come here and suggest a porno flick right in front of my
lad? But deep down I knew it was jealousy talking. I wasn't sure if I
could withstand the sight of anybody having sex with my precious lamb.

   I presumed Tommy had not understood the full meaning of the phrase and
it heartened me. Robbie and me examined our stern facades without
saying a word. I blinked when Tommy broke our silent tiff.

"How much?" he inquired seriously.

"You are a very smart lad kiddo!" Robbie cheered. "Usually it's forty
percent for the crew, sixty percent for the stars. I can distribute all
over the freaking world."

"Count me in." Tommy grinned.


THE END.