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This is a work of FICTION for ADULTS only. Do NOT read this if you
are under 18 or if you are not an adult according to the laws of your
State or Country. Do NOT read this if you are easily offended or if
you are not interested in fantasies involving young boys. This file
contains sexually EXPLICIT material.

The author does not condone any of the acts in this file. This story
was not written to advocate sexual activity with minors. Agatha
Christie wrote about murderers all her life. She was not a criminal.
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story codes: (bb, tb, mb, oral, anal, beast, fist, nc, incest, cp, 
scat, interr)
style: contemporary 

"If I had a photograph of you, or something to remind me. I wouldn't
spend my life just wishing." - A F O S




THE STASH   by DEBONAIR

CHAPTER 1.


   I had a amazing deal on the first house I bought. Little did I know
it would be worth much more than I expected. Embraced by the spring
lights, the small house was imploring me to acquire it. Which I did.
It was 1990.

   The quiet neighbourhood had something extra. It was populated with
boys, my number one passion. Every evening, I would stroll on the cozy
streets, watching the kids play basketball in the driveways of their
family home. From my living room I could see them. I often opened the windows
to hear their soprano voices ringing as they shouted during playtime.

   Sometimes two boys would ring my bell to sell me chocolate, or
scouting calendars. I would grin at the sight of those cuties so
close to me. A full-blown pederast. How ironic. Don't get me wrong though.
I loved them all and would never act on my feelings or in any way hurt
these beautiful angels.

   I've had my chances before. I could have done anything I wanted
also with the new paperboy. He idolized me the first time we met. The
kid came to collect his due that first Sunday. I had pancakes on the
stove and the aroma was enough to lure him inside the house where I
offered him some. Only twelve, he was already kind of a rebel at heart.
Dressed in stone-washed blue jeans with holes in them and a black GNR
t-shirt. His sandy blond hair was long and unkempt. A small golden earring
pierced his left lobe. The tightest little ass filled his constricting
denims. And from I what I could tell in front, he was well endowed for
his age.

   Danny noticed right away my electric guitar in the corner and asked me
to play for him. I unloaded the classics: Smoke on the water, Back in
Black, Paranoid, etc... His eyes lit up as I my fingers danced on the
strings.

   For the weeks to come, we bonded together. He told about his father
leaving when he was four. We even spoke of his sex life and I was the
sole one to know of his first ejaculate. I guess he realized how much it
excited me, seeing me nervous, when he explained in details his
jack-off sessions. How he masturbated violently his boydick, his body
tensing. How he could tell when he was about to come. How he looked
at his white seed flowing from his pissslit on his belly and how
he dabbed his fingers in it to taste his own semen.

   He even asked me to watch while he was doing it. To see if he was
doing it right. An offer I declined, with regrets.


                                -=-

   I was doubly blessed also. Two kids from the street where living
right next door. From what I could figure. The first brother was
called Joey and he was eleven. While his young brother J.J. was ten.
They owned an over ground pool in the back yard and I longed for hot
summer days to arrive when I would see them swimming in it.

   The father of these two boys had no wife. But he seemed to manage
very well raising his two sons on his own.

   That year, summer was late. But finally, hot days came around and I
was ready with my binoculars to watch the exquisite show. From my
bedroom window, I could spy on the yard of their house. All day, I
waited for the spirited lads to take a swim. Around two p.m., their
familiar voices echoed in the house and I took my post.

   I cursed the fashion world. Speedos were out of style and they both
wore those boxer swim trunks. Joey had apple green ones and J.J. wore
bright yellow ones that went to his knees. The paleness of their white
skin glowed in the sun. Something that would change as the weeks
passed by.

   Joey's hair was a light burgundy, a big contrast to little J.J.'s red
mop. They both wore it short. You could tell they were siblings, but
J.J. had two prominent front teeth and freckles on his upturned nose.


   I grew elated when as the afternoon unfolded. The fabric of their 
swimsuits were soaking in the water. Soon their bathing suits were heavy and
slipped slowly down their slender hips, showing the crease of their
little round asses. This occurred mostly when they would climb the
ladder to dive from the platform. If they climbed too fast, the garment
would slide completely giving me a nice view of the firm little globes
of the boys.

   They made 'Michael Jackson' dives, which consisted of grabbing your
crotch and yelling 'hi hi' then leaping in the water. All the time, under
the watchful eye of their father Jim.

   Just as I thought it was over, the best was yet to come. Both kids
quickly removed their wet suits and dried themselves with a towel,
right in the middle of the yard. I almost fainted at the sight of
their naked forms. Their perfect glistening bodies. Small little uncut
penises barely twenty feet from my eyes. Neither of them seemed
ashamed of his condition as they cavorted around before entering the
kitchen.

   For the next weeks, I scurried from work. The boys didn't wear their
swim suits for a very long time anymore. For hours, I would watch them
skinny-dipping. Their boyish dicks flailing between their thighs. The
brothers had an unusual game. They would spank each other's butts any
chance they had. An erotic spectacle that clouded my mind for a long time.
They often wrestled in the water, clinging to each other's bodies and
getting raging stiffies.

   One special afternoon, when their father was obviously not there,
I noticed the boys were oddly quiet in the pool. They were facing each
other and smiling. I assumed they were stroking each other's little
prick. Joey whispered something in the younger boy's ear and both of
them raced out of the pool. They crept in a corner of the yard, next
to the shed, a very apparent hard-on in their bright damp shorts.
Joey glanced around the yard, checking to see if anyone could see them.
But only I, with my front stage view could stand witness.

   The eleven-year-old reassured, kneeled in front of his younger
brother and pulled on his swim trunks. Within a second, he began
suckling the small two-inch wiener of J.J. The face of the red-haired
boy contorted with pleasure. Quickly they traded turns and the youngest
swallowed his elder's boydick. Both kids giggled as they sucked their
dinks, exchanging thirty seconds blow jobs.

   The more they became excited, the more they moaned loudly. I could
see it all. The humid little lips sliding on their engorged
prepubescent organs. They both had retracted the skin of their glans and
the glistening purples heads of their little woodies was clearly
visible from afar.

   J.J. climaxed first, his body convulsing. And later on, his older
brother achieved the same, a small yelp of dry orgasm escaping his
little mouth.

   I considered buying a camcorder at that time, to record everything
for cold autumn evenings.

   An amazing turn of event happened later that week, while the boys
were swimming naked. Their father Jim came out of the house with his
own camcorder and began shooting the two devilish boys.

   Both mischievous little males didn't mind showing it all off for
the lens. They jumped from the platform totally naked and even
wrestled on the grass, their lean bodies entwined in the innocent
confrontation. Jim had brought out a game of twister and taped the
kids while they took on precarious positions, their now tanned bodies
mangled on the plastic mat.

   The next demand from Jim raised my eyebrows. He asked them
"show me your butts.". Placing both little imps on the edge of the
pool, he recorded the backsides of his sons. They parted their
asscheeks and their pink puckered anuses were captured for prosperity.

   Afterwards, he requested that the boys have stiffies. The
youngsters seemed accustomed to it all and fondled their shrivelled
pricks, smiling at all time until they were sporting hard little
poles. The man continued taping his sons in all kinds of tableaus
that didn't look too family like. Not the kinds you would show to your
grandma.

   That evening, I pondered the day's event. Maybe the man was dumb
and didn't realize how erotic the images were? Perhaps he was a freak
pervert also...

   The doorbell chimed and Jim was at the door. I sweated heavily, fearing
I had been caught at my frivolous game of spying.

"Hi sir?!" I welcomed him.

"Hi! My name is Jim. I live next door. I'm going on vacation this weekend
and was wondering if you could take care of the house?"

"Yes yes sure!" I answered nervously.

"Ok. Here's the key. All you need to do is water the plants and feed
the cat. Maybe keep an eye out for burglars. And thank you very much!"
the man smiled, ambling away hurriedly.


                                -=-

   My heartbeat was erratic when I entered the house Saturday afternoon.
Jim's place was tidy for a father on his own. The silence was eerie
compared to the sounds I would hear from it usually.

   I climbed the stairs to the boys' bedroom. Careful not to move
anything, I laid on one of the beds and smelled the sheets. The
essence of boy was still there. The small room was not unlike any
juvenile room. With toys scattered around and posters of sports figures.

   The only thing out of place was the camcorder, resting on a
dresser. Why would a father trust his boisterous sons with such an
expensive piece of equipment? I ejected the tape and ran to find a VCR, 
hoping it had the sequence I suspected.

   The machine was in the basement. The viewing room was small and
dark with no windows. It reeked of cigar and spilled whiskey. This
was definitely Jim's private place. Seemed like it took forever to
rewind the tape. But it was worth it.

   The first part showed yesterday's adventure. My cock ached in my pants
as the camera pried between the little boys' cheeks and shamelessly
closed up on their erect penises. In the next scene, Jim was talking with
Joey in the boys' bedroom, instructing him to hold the camera steady.
The eleven-year-old wasn't very good and images of the ceiling and
carpet flashed on the TV. Until finally, he controlled the piece of
equipment and focused on his father. He was there with young J.J.

   The ten-year-old was naked and kneeling patiently, waiting for his
dad to unbuckle his pants in front of him. "You're gonna suck daddy
good!" the voice of Joey resonated behind the camera. The man slowly
lowered his underwear and his huge cock sprung into the face of J.J. The
small boy was grinning, eyeing with lust his daddy's meat. His nimble
fingers fondled the large penis. He began licking right away the
skin of the long appendage.

   The man moaned while his son explored his crotch. His small mouth
gobbled up the big sausage and his lips stretched all around it. "Oh
yeahhh suck it J.J.! Suck daddy! You're a nice little boy!" the adult
muttered.

   The young devil with red hair giggled in between dives on the
large organ. From time to time, he peeked at his father's face, to
see if he was performing properly. But the man lost in a trance, had his
eyes closed and was caressing the kid's hair as he slurped on his
turgid fat cock.

   The camera zoomed in, and the entire screen was filled with the
impish face of the child providing generous oral service for his
daddy. The boy bobbed his head faster on the red knob, making his
creator groan with pleasure.

"Uhhhhh yesssssssss" he hissed. "That's it J.J. ohhh yeah"

   With those words, the strong man's body convulsed and jets of
sperm erupted in the kid's mouth, like an explosion. As much as
the ten-year-old tried to swallow the load, most of it gushed from
the corner of his lips. The big male pulled out his spasming cock and
it flared time and time again, spurting ropes of white cream on his
son's mug until it was covered with a coat of sticky glue.

   Sitting the boy on his bed, the man said "it's your turn" and
promptly engulfed the two-inch erection in his mouth. The sperm-covered
lad moaned loudly as his father hungrily sucked his small pecker.

   The man alternated between munching on the little hairless balls
and licking the tiny dickhead until his pre-teen son yelped from an
intense dry orgasm.

   And then the pictures vanished from the screen.


                                -=-

   My heart was ascending up my throat. All the time I imagined the
man coming back early from his vacation and discovering me in his
private place with his sons' sex tape in the VCR.

   As I regained my composure slowly, I noticed from the corner of
my eye a large piece of furniture, an armoire. Both doors were locked
with a chain and a huge lock. For I second, I figured it was a liquor
cabinet. But plenty of bottles were in display on the shelves. The key
had to be somewhere in here. Like a psychic, I paced around the room,
not searching, just... feeling. The bookcase called me and I browsed
through the titles. All classics. My fingers grabbed the Charles Dickens
novel, 'Oliver Twist' as if they weren't under my control. In the middle
of the pages, a small golden key gleamed in the dim light.

   Anxiously, I opened the lock and peered at the wooden armoire's
content. My eyes bulged as if I had discovered a treasure chest. Rows
of boysex videotapes were lined up on the four shelves. An amazing
collection of the most vile and illegal acts on film. As my eyes
scanned the boxes excitedly, my breath grew erratic. The titles danced
in my head, 'Porno Kids' 'Little Brothers' 'Horny Lads' 'Backdoor
boys' and some I couldn't pronounce. The movies were from every
country of the world, American, German, Danish, Russian, Chinese etc.
The front of the boxes were pretty tame, but as I looked at one's
back, I could tell they were hardcore.

   My mind whirled. The family would be back in approximately 24 hours.
Barely enough time to rent a second VCR and copy one tenth of the tapes
out of the 200 that were there. Quickly, I sketched on a piece of paper
the order of each of the movies I selected. Where they were positioned
precisely so Jim could not tell the difference when he returned home.
Avoiding the ones with too much dust on them. One single fingerprint
could betray my presence. With a box full of goodies under my arm, I
sneaked home and dashed to Blockbuster for a recording machine.


                                -=-

   The gizmos installed and a cup of strong java in my hand, I was
prepared for the sleepless night. The first flick I copied was an
unmarked one from Jim's private collection. It showed his two sons
Joey and J.J. 69ing at every stage of their young lives. 5 years old, 6
years old, right up until now, a work in progress. It was quite
fascinating to watch the boys' erections grow in size as their hairless
bodies took on more weight.

   The second movie had a picture of a what seemed like a small brunette
on the cover. The first images tricked you into believing that, as an
eleven-year-old child played with her doll on a bed. Wearing a pink
dress with pink nail polish, pink sandals and ruby lipstick. But soon, a
teenager appeared on the screen and started fondling the girl's lacy
panties. He pulled them down roughly exposing a tiny uncut peter.

   The teen of about fifteen urged the boygirl to suck him, pointing
his big hard on at his young face. And the underfed lad proceeded, slurping
noisily on the erect member. Later on, the little boy's dress was ripped
from his lithe frame by the teenager. He mounted the pussyboy with coarse
movements. Pushing the girlish kid on his back and raising his slender
legs in the air.

   Dressed only in his pink sandals, the young child whimpered as the
thick cock entered his asshole. His high-pitched cries rose in the room 
when the fucking began. For long moments, the teenager pounded half of his
hefty prick deep inside the small boy, taking him like a girl.

   The final scene ended with the teenager spurting his abundant seed
on the kid's quivering violated hole. I came at that very moment. It
was the first moving pictures of a kid getting screwed I had ever
seen. Guilt and excitement soared in my thorax. I could have had a
fulfilling life with only these thirty minutes. My jack-off fantasies
would have been amply satisfied. But there were more.

   In the next offering, a small boy no more than nine was smiling
wholeheartedly, drowning in the comfort of a huge leather armchair.
He undressed with sexy overtones. Slowly and with luscious looks of
precocious lust on his mug. Completely nude, he flaunted his slim
tanned body at the camera. Pushing his firm rear end and parting his
asscheeks for the world to see. His tiny bumhole was winking. I gasped
upon noticing the brown ring. The kid was no virgin. It astounded me.

   He sprawled in the big chair and caressed his hairless nuts. The
squeals coming from his mouth were grossly exaggerated. Nevertheless, 
they aroused me profoundly. He masturbated for a while and a man lurched
from the left side. The small child opened his mouth naturally to
accept the adult's exposed erection protruding from his jeans.

   The man gripped his black hair and thrust his long cock into the
willing mouth. Making the tyke's rosy cheeks bulge. The kid's eyes
were filled with twinkles while he received the sliding hardness
between his lips.

   Another male materialized to the right and replaced his friend in
the sucking mouth. The young star bobbed his head, alternating on both
large organs. Taking the two pulsating pricks in his tiny hands, he
kissed the bloated knobs and licked all around the beefy shafts.

   The intruders masturbated fiercely in the end. Squeezing their
massive cocks with rapid hand strokes. Almost in unison, they
ejaculated profusely on the child's face. The bubbly urchin opened his
mouth wide. It was full in no time from the blasting semen. The
spasming manhoods erupted again and again, splattering the innocent
mug of the kid. He was flooded by the deluge of discharge and
gasping for air. The two adults collected the globs of jizz and
brought it to his greedy lips. He ate everything without one argument.

   I moved to the next movie in haste. My dick revitalized by the hot
scene I had just witnessed. The introduction seemed rather innocent.
Just a kid barely out of pre-school, bouncing and cuddling his baby
brother on his lap. The youngster unfastened the one-year-old's diaper
and toyed with the miniature penis. The infant's chubby genitals were
oversized between his stocky legs.

   He leaned over the giggly toddler's sex and sucked the tiny morsel.
The baby hard-on rose out of the layers of fat the more he suctioned.
A spray of yellow urine startled the apt fellator but he continued
pleasuring his immature sibling nonetheless.

   Dropping his shorts at once, the young baby molester tentatively
rubbed his pricklet on his brother's lips. He slipped his short willy
into the toothless mouth and the young plaything took over. Suckling
his boy bone like he would a warm bottle of milk. Plaintive moans
escaped the child's lips. The unknowing tot obviously doing a marvellous
job on his raging pinkie-sized tool.

   He turned the defenceless toddler on his tummy, his rock hard
pee-pee wagging in front of his body. The few squirts of baby oil he
squirted in the asscrack elicited muffled cooing. He wedged the
bottle right onto the minuscule shithole and sprayed the insides of
his kin.

   The lens approached its voyeuristic eye as he spread the plump
milky asscheeks to find the tight entrance. His thin dick entered
easily. Soon he had lodged his two inches deep into the brand new
ass with no effort.

    Gripping the burly baby under the armpits, he strolled in the
room. Bouncing the kid on his penis. As if he had been born horribly
deformed and the foetus had grown out of his crotch. For long minutes,
he impaled the quivering mass of flesh onto his young fuckstick.

    Much to my amazement, the gurgling infant didn't cry. His round
face beaming, probably tickled pink by the pistonning iron peg up his
butt. The wicked buggerer strained to keep his balance while he
pleasured himself with the clasping anus.

    His soprano yelps of bliss overshadowed the squishing sounds of
his copulation. He sagged to the floor, catching his breath. Still
idly swaying his hips to fuck gently the baby boy.

    I imagined it wasn't the last time it would happen. The duo would
probably enjoy a fruitful sex life for the rest of their early years.
On my second cup of coffee, I pressed play for the next showing,
prepared to be dazzled once again. The screen filled with two kids of
six or seven years already nude on a bed. I sighed, slightly annoyed
that the director had robbed me of two great boy strip teases.

   A husky man with hair on his back surged between them, his enormous
cock right in their cute faces. The playful couple tugged on his
steely phallus, testing its rigidity. He urged them to kiss it with
a strong European accent. The two pre-teens acquiesced without
fussing. Each one taking a side of the engorged monster. The blond kid
at the east licking the shaft. The brown-haired on the west side,
kissing the pulsating flesh.

   The muscular adult grew bored quickly of the clumsy stimulation. He
unfastened the lid of a jar of Vaseline and my blood froze. I couldn't
believe he had the intention of sticking his mammoth tool up the perky
little asses of these two striplings.

   He gripped the blond angel by his wrist and applied a generous
coating of the lube to his hand and arm. On all fours, he grumbled
something. The frail kid behind him smiled to his buddy. They chuckled
as he shove the tip of his stubby fingers into the man's hairy
asshole. Pushing steadily, he inserted half of his palm in there.
Flattening his thumb, he plunged his entire hand into the bloke's
rectum.

   The large man jacked-off fiercely while the tiny boy twisted his
fist into him. Again he spoke his gibberish and the kid pursued his
invasion. This time gliding his thin arm more rapidly into the warm
canal, right up to his articulation. The expression of pure delight on
the adult's bearded face had me squirming. He was savouring every
second of the kid's limb in his entrails.

   The young tyke removed his arm, puckering his nose in disgust at
the sight of his soiled skin. The other boy had a slightly bigger
forearm. Still, he buried himself elbow deep into the man's
backside. More courageous, he fisted the dirty cavern, sending the man
over the edge. While he watched the man's huge dong spew its load, he
punched his empty insides with vigour.

   Being in a filthy mood, I decided to put "After school petting" in
the VCR. I had an idea of what it was about. The grainy picture
confirmed my intuition that it was made in the seventies. Where
anything went.

   A young boy of eleven pretending to be back from school strolled in
his bedroom and swiftly shucked his uniform. The blue blazer and shorts,
gray shirt and socks flew in the air. He slipped out of his undies
unbashful, displaying his limp boyhood.

   Two bulky Rottweilers crawled to his feet. He petted the first
black dog while it sniffed his hairless genitals. The playful animal
began lapping up his penis and the boy put his hands on his hipbone. For
a moment, he eyed the slimy tongue lick his little rod to hardness. It
was a messy wet blowjob. Drool slopping everywhere.

   The horny lad examined the canines' tail ends and bent his knees
behind the female dog. With an energetic shove, he penetrated the
bitch. The sullen beast didn't complain, unruffled by the slim pole
of her master. The little boy fucked her puffy cunt with frenzied
hip thrusts. His hands gripping the fur to keep his balance.

   The male Rottweiler howled beside him, getting aroused by the aura
of lust in the small room. His veiny penis out of its sheath. Obviously
disgruntled that he wasn't the one humping the juicy doggy vagina.

   While the child continued fucking the bitch, the forsaken dog reared
his big nose in between their frames, washing the female's pussy with
his pink tongue as the little hard-on jabbed into it.

   Getting the message, the human boy crept under the hind legs of
the massive male. The red spear slapped against his nose as the eager
dog fidgeted. Parting his lips, the youngster let him in, taking the
slickened erection firmly in his mouth.

   Humping with natural fervour, the stud fucked the little boy's
mouth. He in return, moaned sensuously, his oral cavity full of dog meat.
For five minutes, the camera did close-ups of the unusual blowjob. Never
once did the kid shy away from the musky smell or bitter taste, taking
as much of the hot sausage down his throat.

   The slippery dog prick began swelling hugely. The youth knew better
than to keep it in his mouth. It ballooned to amazing grotesque
proportions, all the time spurting thick cum on the boy's face. The animal
must have spilled a pint for I watched it ejaculate for at least a minute.
Right till the last drop, the pre-pubescent boy remained there,
getting a shower of dog jism.

   Feverishly, I popped the seventh movie in the machine. My cock ready
to shoot again. It was an offering from Thailand. An orgy of ten boys
sucking and fucking for one hour. The bronzed-skinned children ranging
from eight to twelve really knew on to put on a show. They jumped from one body
to the next, licking asses or small boners. Everyone of them getting
sodomized by a wild chummy impatient to cornhole.

   As I replayed the scene of the youngest getting fucked at both ends
by two older mates, my seed splashed across my chest.



CHAPTER 2.


   I awoke to white noise coming from the television speaker, genuinely
angry with myself for dozing off. The clock ticked four a.m. and time was
precious. I could not lose one more minute and fed the machine the
next tape groggily.

   The soviet production was about two brothers. The younger one of
eight years had a beautiful flawless face and hazel eyes. His big
brother twice his age, had the same dark hair. This was the real thing.
Even the facial expressions attested to their kinship.

  They were nude in no time and the youngster loved to roll his tongue
all over his big brother's dickhead. The teenage tool was quite
impressive but fit nicely into the kid's hungry mouth. They were
definitely quite used to the drill. The little boy had learned to
service his sibling with masterful swipes and slurps.

  The tall male moaned and groaned while he watched the pre-teen do
his cocksucking job. Finally, he blew his massive load all over
his little brother's face. What the kid couldn't catch in his mouth to
swallow, the other boy licked off his mug. Eating big dollops of
his own cum.

  Then, the randy rascal squealed while his older sibling smeared jam
on his hairless genitals. The hot teenager went to work on him
ravenously. Sucking and nibbling his marble-sized balls and tiny cocklet.
Cleaning his entire crotch of the sticky breakfast staple.

  Turning the child over, he poured a great amount of chocolate syrup
in his asscrack. The look of delight in the kid's shiny eyes was
exquisite as he got rimmed by the sixteen-year-old. For a long while,
the big boy licked and kissed the minuscule bumhole. Parting the lily
white buttocks to snake his tongue into the narrow opening. An amazing
incestuous session.

  The quality of the colour movie made the experience the more
stimulating. For I could clearly see the moist tongue slither into the
kid's anus. Dedicated to pleasuring the lively boytoy, the adolescent
mentor sucked and licked until the young child cried out his dry climax. I
had never heard an orgasm as vocal as that one. The high-pitch screams of
ecstasy made me shiver to the bones. The small boy nearly fainting
out of joy.

  The next flick was a monstrous contrast and would prove to be an
exercise in degradation. The opening scene showed two men holding
leashes. As the camera scanned down the leather reins, I was aghast to
see four naked ten-year-olds on the grass floor. Each one supporting
a big leather collar wrapped around his neck.

  The two masters strolled in the big yard of a miniature German
castle as if they were walking the dogs. The foursome hurried to keep
pace, crawling on the luxurious lawn. All the time, the camera eye
ogled between their skinny legs. Capturing their flopping genitals as
they moved briskly on hands and knees.

  They were made to behave like animals. The kids obeyed readily,
sniffing each other's butts or licking their limp penises. The boys were
paired and performed a sixty-nine under the sun. They slurped on their
little boners until all of them had achieved an orgasm.

  The indoor scene must have been shot over a long period of time. For
all four kids were filmed separately in a large bathtub. While one of
the man pissed in a boy's open mouth, forcing him to drink his acid.
The other one took a long leak right into his gaping butthole. I figured
these urchins had been deflowered a long time ago. Their little
holes were loose enough to accept the flow of urine. Their bowels were
filled to the rim with the yellow liquid and it seeped down their
snowy thighs.

  The nastiest part of the film was after that. All the boys were
given enemas and took a noisy dump in the same bowl. The two men
laughed while the pre-pubescent naked lads emptied their guts. One of the
men grabbed a mushy turd in his gloved hand and fed it to the first boy.
The youngster writhed as he bit into the foul excrement.

  The next one reacted much the same, swirling the piece of shit in
his mouth, unable to gulp it down. In the end, all the children had
consumed half of their human waste without vomiting. Brown feces was
smudged all around their lips. They were literally hosed down to
cleanse them of the stink.

  The kids' ordeal wasn't over. They bent all around a king-sized bed
while the two tormentors greased their large pricks. The ruthless
adults hopped from one boy to the next. Pumping their little asses
with their huge cocks. Every child was blindfolded and could not
dread the next brutal intrusion.

  They yelped in surprise each time an engorged log was crammed up
their butts. The two men migrated at random. Fucking the arse of a kid
for only a couple of minutes before going to the next one.

  I noticed that the blond lad was getting more than his fair share of
buttfucking. He was assuredly the favourite of the two fellas. They
both decided to climax into him. Sodomizing him violently. My penis
spurted on its own. Overexcited by the sight of the ten-year-old's
elfin body, getting shaken like he was in the middle of a destructive
earthquake.

  The men shot their wads into his rectum and the movie ended with
close-ups of the four boys' ravaged assholes. I cleaned myself up and
continued my copying. The sunrise washed the living room with its warm
rays, reminding me of how little time I had left.

  On the screen, a sturdy man was hauling a small boy on his lap. He
pulled down the back of his shorts and began a repetitive motion with
his hand, spanking the kid's bottom without mercy. The first hour
documented the same treatment to other boys of all ages. They got
spanked with slippers, rolled magazines or paddles.

  Most of them disapproved of the punishment. Probably uncalled for. They
wiggled in the powerful grip of their tyrants. Yelling and weeping
while their cute buns were heated up by the stinging strikes. But one
boy in particular, with red hair and an evil smile, kept begging for
more. Egging on his abuser to do more damage to his tender behind.

"Spank me harder! HARDER!" the nine-year-old commanded, receiving the
painful slaps on his buttocks. The strong man raised his palm high in
the air before hammering it on the quivering globes. The delicate skin
turned to red very fast. When it was over, the defiant lad's ass was
crimson all over and glowing. Not a single centimetre had been left
untouched.

  The movie culminated with an upright thirteen-year-old boy, his legs and
arms spread as if he was mimicking an X on Sesame Street. The kid's
wrists were shackled to the ceiling. His ankles bound in the same
manner to the floor. A tall man dressed in black leather from head to
toes, pranced around him, examining his developing body.

  The boy was very handsome. Only an hint of peach fuzz over his
dangling circumcised pecker indicated he was at the onset of puberty.
His fleshy rear end was the focal point and the adult massaged it
lovingly. He gave his instructions to the lad. The boy was to get his
boydick up or he would beat his bum until it was so.

  Folding a leather belt in two, the man attacked the kid's backside
with a vengeance. His instrument biting into the virgin skin. After
each loud whack, the boy responded with a piercing shriek. The
punisher's energy at full load, he clobbered the child's back, thighs
and ass with all his strength.

  The noise of the ferocious beating made my teeth cringe. The
vulnerable boy was arching his body, trashing against his metal bonds,
hoping to avoid at least one of the harrowing blows. He abandoned the
fight after five minutes, accepting his suffering and whimpering as
the belt reddened his firm buttocks.

  His eyes closed, the young martyr concentrated on his goal. His limp
peter twitched to life, rising slowly between his slender legs. The
big man renewed his efforts, pounding faster. I was astonished to see
the boy's little cock stand hard like cement and wondered how he had
managed to find arousal in this slave game.

  The satisfied torturer kissed his restrained victim on the mouth.
With just a few flicks of the wrist, he made the dehydrated boy come.
His penis squirted its timid load in front of him and he moaned,
finally relieved of the sadistic nightmare.

  The following flick was quite amateur. Four late teenagers drinking
beer surrounded a naked twelve-year-old in some basement. The hairless
boy was jacking off much to the amusement of the tall males. The image
focused between his legs and I noticed a white dildo stuck up his
butt.

  The kid tugged on the plastic tube. I winced, realizing the size of
the sex toy. One of the voyeurs handed him a vibrator, and he shoved
it in his dilated anus. The buzzing sound resonated on my eardrums. He
was really enjoying the electric tremors. The whole crowd roared with
laughter when he reached orgasm, squealing in delight.

  The unruly boys kept bringing more things to stuff up his butt. He
accepted all of the oblong objects, even stuffing the handle of a tennis
racket inside his guts. Understandably, his boyhole was loose and
irritated. I could see right into him.

  All the young males undressed from the waist down after that. Their
hairy cocks ready for a hot gangbang. The youngest of the adolescents
at sixteen commenced the ritual. He fucked the kid square in the ass
for long minutes until he shot his balljuice deep into his colon. The
submissive plaything didn't complain. His lamentations reverberating
from time to time when the older lad really drilled him hard.

  The next boy preferred deep penetrations. He sank his entire
seven inch tool into the slippery bumhole and only withdrew a couple
of inches during the slamming contest. "Look at this!" he called his
pals. As the group of drunken teenagers huddled, he pushed one of his
balls into the distended rectal opening. Then pinching the other nut, he
succeeded in inserting his whole scrotum right into the kid's fudge
tunnel.

  My eyes itched at the sight of the entire genitals crammed into the
red anus. As if the little boy's ass had sucked the teen package like
a vacuum. The lanky pre-adult bucked his hips, sodomizing the young
child awkwardly. He pulled out swiftly, dragging the ring of skin with
his balls. The tip of his cock spit cream in rapid bursts right into
the enlarged cavity.

  The last two teens grabbed the pre-teen roughly and pounded their
large erections at the same time into his white butt. One on top, the
other under. The very young hero yelled from the painful stretching.
They rubbed their fat pricks together, fucking him with rhythmic
thrusts.

  The grimaces on the child's face were of pure pain. His tender
behind possessed grotesquely by the two throbbing fuckpoles. He yelped
each time they pushed to get more of their large meat into him.
The heap of legs and arms moved on the carpet in the trance of their
passion.

  Both teenagers strained hard to get their share of the pleasure,
rocketing their dicks into the child's rump. They climaxed one after
the other, filling the boy's bowels with gallons of thick semen.

  I was dizzy from then on. My mind couldn't compute the stream of
pornographic images. The next four movies presented very short scenes.
Boys fucking boys. Boys sucking men. Cousin having sex with cousin.
Grandfather sodomizing his five-year-old grandson. An entire family of
white trash fornicating in a trailer home. Little kids getting raped
by older boys. A whole soccer team engaged in an orgy. Young children
whipping masochist adults. Little boys tied to a wall and tortured
with clothespins on their titties and testes.

  I took a fifteen-minute break to feed my supplicating stomach. The
ham sandwich hit the spot. My watch rang to tell me I had one hour
left and I took my seat again, eager to resume the odyssey.

  The final picture I duplicated was unbelievable. It was introduced
by an eleven-year-old boy confessing how much he enjoyed getting
fucked in the ass by big cocks. The blond beauty still had a veil of
freckles across his face and his words were the dirtier coming from
such an innocent creature.

  He stripped completely, flashing his sexy child body to the lens. A
black man joined him on the bed, his huge dong already erect and
drooling. The man was truly a giant. So much so that the kid could
barely swallow the head of his enormous rod. I was impressed by the
imp's determination. But no matter how much he tried with his lips and
tongue, he could never be able to satisfy the large black sausage.

  The ebony monster grew bored quickly of the lack of excitement and
turned the boy over to lube his well-used asshole with KY. He slipped
on two condoms on his huge organ. I figured the man was given the
order to last long. The two coats of latex would certainly fulfill
that aim and postpone his climax.

  He split the kid's butt with his long pole and buried himself into
his rectum, stretching his little hole but good. Amazingly, the rascal
absorbed the full ten inches inside him, squeaking a bit at first.
After his sphincter had relaxed, the wiry fortress of muscles went to
work on his little white ass, rabbit fucking the kid for ten minutes
non-stop.

  The boy's mouth spewed a symphony of grunts while the massive cock
plowed his entrails. The cameraman was an expert and zoomed in on the
immense tool penetrating the delicate anus. Capturing every second of
the wild anal ride.

  For the first half hour, the big man sodomized the little demon in
all kinds of perilous positions. Sitting him on his prong, or bouncing
on his frail body like a spring. The little boy smiled throughout the
whole violent episodes.

  The happy buttfucker removed one condom and continued banging the
willing child in the butt for another half-hour. I was bewildered and
doubted my eyes. But the little boy was really relishing the mass of
black meat pounding deep into his guts.

  After a full one hour, the dark-skinned man tugged on his last rubber.
The pre-pubescent lad had came at least four times from the anal
onslaught. The exhausted couple fused once again in the middle of the
mattress. The meek child crushed under the weight of his heavy
partner. The youngster got fucked roughly again until finally the man
pulled out and drenched his smooth buns with torrents of manjuice.

  I ejaculated my final load, my testicles feeling dried like prunes.
The burden of Jim's collection in my home was heavy on my soul. I
zipped my pants and rushed to his place. The little plan I had drawn
was useful. I returned every cassette to its original spot. Locking
the armoire, I placed the key back in the book at page 111.

  The big house was exactly the same as when the family had departed. I
was rather proud of myself and whistled back home for a deserved eight
hours of sleep. The images of the illegal movies replayed in my
dreams.

  Jim didn't stop by to show me his gratitude. I found a note in my
mailbox the next morning. As I read it, my nerves rattled: "Thanks again
for looking over the house. You might have to do it again next month!
P.S. The next time you watch my tapes, please rewind them..."


THE END.