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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.
Please support free speech and stop censorship.

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





URBAN TAILS #2     by DEBONAIR
(The Lost Shoe)

   "What a bunch of assholes!" I cursed under my breath. "Fuck, fuck
FUCK!" I shouted, my hands digging in the sand on a mission to find my
other sneaker. It was Sunday, a school night, but what the hell. Even
if it took all night, I would recover it. What a great triumph it
would be, come Monday, when I showed up, flashing both white Reeboks
on my feet. I would really show those bullies I was immune to their
stupid pranks.

My twelve-year-old heart pounded with the urgency of my quest. The
growing dusk made it harder to rummage every spot a kid could have
hidden the damn shoe, the possession essential to the salvation of my
ego. Taking a break, I scanned the empty park, slowly getting darker
and darker. Nonetheless, the flame of my determination burned bright.
A sour tear rolled on my cheek. I wiped it and trotted frantically to
the sidewalk to search the hedge.

He lurked for a while behind his blue van, watching me. That's
what he told me later. That he had spied on me, planning his crime
that evening. I didn't even scream when he approached nonchalantly on
the lawn and offered his help to find my missing shoe. I never
expected the sudden attack on my frail body. His right hand was so
powerful, twisting my arm behind my back while his left paw covered my
mouth. It was useless though. I was in complete shock, unable to emit
even the faintest peep. The tales of dark ogres who liked to hurt
little boys rung in my mind. I knew it was to be my destiny and my
bladder failed me. A warm trickle of urine raced along my legs down to
my ankles as he violently hauled my small carcass in the back of the
Ford Econoline.

It never crossed my mind to glimpse at the license plate. I was
only twelve, dammit! Inside the privacy of the van, he bound my wrists
and blindfolded me. I kicked like a demented loon, overwhelmed by the
shadowy force assaulting me. "Oh, you're a lively one!" he snickered,
avoiding my flying boyfeet and retaliating with punches to my
defensive squirming. "Help! HELP!" my voice echoed, reborn out of the
ashes of initial terror. "This will shut you up!" he snarled, applying
a wide band of duct tape to my jaw.

The struggle was over. I felt the bruises of our confrontation throb
all over my body. The crickets hummed in the distance. The engine
revved.

  "You're mine little boy! Billy's gonna show you a good time.." he
grumbled. "A very good time!"

It never occurred to me that I could be sexually attractive to a grown
man. I did not consider myself much of a looker with my short brown
hair and brown eyes. My body was all bones. Nobody ever complimented
me for my handsomeness.

Within minutes, I was in the room that would be my cage for a
while. The small prison had no windows I noticed immediately, while he
untied me. A bare light bulb provided a hundred watts of light. In a
corner, there was a porcelain toilet and a bathtub. In the next, a
television, with a Nintendo console attached to it. The walls were
yellowed and the floor was cold. My abductor left the iron door ajar
and I pondered an instant the possibility of a swift escape. But I
resigned myself to be the lamb. I backed away instinctively when he
finished freeing my limbs, climbing up the bed that would become the
sacrificial altar of my innocence.

  "What's your name?" he asked sternly.

  "Dustin Matthews, mister." I responded sheepishly, drawing my knees
to my chest protectively.

My eyes could not sustain the lustful stare boring into me. The
stranger was nothing like the image of monsters I had imagined. He was
kinda short with oval glasses, about thirty years old. It would be
have been easy to describe him to the police artist afterward.

  "Smile for the camera!" he sang, taking a single Polaroid of the
frightened wreck I was. "You are a very cute little boy Dustin! You
make me horny as hell.." he commented, handing me the result of the
instamatic.

I gazed at the photograph, recognizing the sullen child in it.
What an imbecile that kid was for getting kidnapped. I looked like a
dork with my preppy polo shirt, my red shorts sporting a damp pee
stain and one stupid shoe. I hated myself for being cute. For
eliciting mysterious stirrings in this man. For even at that age, I
knew about men like him and what they did.

  "Sit on the edge of the mattress." he commanded. "OVER HERE! ARE YOU
DEAF!"

I crawled to the adult, over towering me, my nose at the level of
the lump in his blue jeans. He scrutinized me with a mix of adoration
and malevolence. As soon as his fingers caressed my inner thigh, my
whole body flinched. "Don't touch me!" I yelled defiantly.

He raised his hairy arm and slapped my insolent face. My head spun
on its pivot, the pain making me sob like a baby at once. Dazed by the
stinging blow, I crept away from him, screaming my lungs out,
trumpeting my loudest high-pitched shrieks of outrage.

  "Scream all you want baby. It don't matter here!" he said. Then his
voice softened: "This was just a warning Dustin. If you do exactly as
uncle Billy tells ya, I promise I won't hit you. Don't you wanna know
when you're gonna go back home?"

I nodded, drying my eyes with my fists.

  "In five days, next Friday! In the meantime, you're gonna be my
special friend. You're gonna be my lil' whore. Are your ready to be
uncle Billy's slut?"

I nodded again, utterly confused by the man's words. He massaged my
smooth legs, taming me with his gentle touch. With two fingers, he
tugged on my white sock and sniffed the grass stains. "Hmm I love
dirty little boys!" he exclaimed. Off went my only sneaker and my
other ivory sock.

I was dumbfounded when he leaned to kiss my small feet. His slimy
tongue lapped up the soles and slithered between each toe. I was
reeling. I would have never thought somebody relished the taste of my
extremities. Why me? Why not another little boy's feet? He engulfed
the greater part of one foot and asked that I wiggled my toes. A
demand I executed happily, fascinated by the turn of event. The oral
massage calmed my nerves. I giggled from time to time, elated by the
most sensuous tickling of my life.

  "Go take a bath, you stink of piss!" he frowned.

I ambled to the tub and turned the faucets. Very slowly, I removed
my polo shirt. The queer grownup stared at me. I lowered my shorts and
paused, waiting from the privacy I required. "You can go now. I'm a
big boy, I can bathe alone..."

  "Oh, don't be modest Dustin! Take those underwear off and show me
that sweet lil' ass of yours."

The man's sentence sent shivers up my spine. I bowed my head and
dropped the last of my duds to the floor. Billy's intense eyes were on
my buttocks. A wave of vulnerability enveloped my whole being all of
a sudden.

  "Before you get in. Stick a finger in your butt hole." he muttered.

  "uh?"

  "You heard me! DO IT! Don't make me slap you again."

I froze an instant, trying to understand the purpose of the game.
Then searching for my pucker, I let my stubby fingers roam in my
crack. My tiny rosebud twitched, alarmed by the presence of an
intruder. With cautious poking, I slipped my index into it, grimacing
from the slight pain.

  "That's it! Now move it in and out."

I finger-fucked myself, sensing the pure joy of my tormentor while
I performed the vile act. "Faster! Show me!" he blurted out. Parting a
cheek, I exposed my opening and my digit stabbing into it. My little
prick stiffened down in front. I jumped in the water to conceal the
display of my excitement, blushing bright red. Embarrassed by the
response of my pecker to the anal probing.

Billy knelt next to me to observe my cleansing session. I lathered
my body with the bar of soap. Doing the usual routine of washing
between my toes, behind my ears. I retracted the foreskin off my glans
and cleaned it thoroughly. All the while, Billy complimented: "You are
so sexy Dustin!", "Your penis is beautiful.", "You are such a cute
little one."

He cradled me out of the bathtub and sat me beside him on the bed.
His hands feverishly unzipped his pants. "I need to get off now. See
how much I love you!" he muttered, pulling down his briefs. I
riveted my eyes on the huge manhood, pointing proudly at the ceiling.
Billy skinned his helmet and flaunted his cock. "You make me so hard
Dustin!"

A million emotions twirled in my heart. "Touch it!" he said,
guiding my fingers on it. I was scared and curious at the same time.
This live thing in my small hand felt so big and hot. Billy breathed
erratically, consumed by his sex drive. He grumbled each instruction
on how to wank him. How I should squeeze and move my hand up and down
that engorged piece of flesh. My eyes drifted away. I didn't want to
look at what I was doing. But my kidnapper turned my head to face the
raw vision of my unpleasant deed.

  "Oh yess.. That's it! Faster Dustin!" he chanted. "You make me feel
so goood."

   In due time, his semen erupted in great arcs over his belly. Billy
was lost in the convulsions of his orgasm. It was something I had seen
in some pornos, but I had not smelled. The odour of fresh spunk was
musky and radiant in the room. With the hand Billy had used to rotate
my head, he slammed my face in the puddles of sperm. The next moments
were horrendous. He growled and chuckled.

  "Eat it! Don't make that face! You're gonna swallow all of my loads
darling!"

Disgusted and tired, I slurped up the dollops of his seed. Bile
rose in my throat, mixing with the salty taste of man juice. He made
me clean the globs stuck in his pubic hair and the slimy goo coating
his dickhead.

  "That's a good boy.." he murmured, watching me gulping down every
droplet.

After I had eliminated the entire spill, he grasped my hair roughly
and planted a torrid kiss on my humid lips. Then he looked at me
intently. Quiet rivers of tears started to race from his eyes to his
jaw. I could hardly comprehend what I was seeing in those pupils.
Desperation and emptiness, inky emotions of adulthood. But I certainly
didn't feel any compassion for him then.

  "You can go now..." he said.

I walked up to the door and paused, thinking this was another cruel
game. That he would jump on me again.

  "Go! I said." Billy barked.

I opened the door and climbed up the stairs to leave the house. Much
to my surprise, I found myself two blocks from my home. The pervert
had been living next to me for years probably, and I had never figured
it out.

I don't know why I didn't rat on him. At night, the man's nasty games
invaded my dreams. I was reliving the experience, feeling
his big hands on my body, seeing his large cock all bloated and
leaking. In the back of mind, the fear of getting abducted again
lingered constantly.

Up until then, my sex life had consisted of occasional wanking
with other boys, while browsing through forbidden magazines. Other
than that, I would jack off alone. As I neared puberty, my dick
became more demanding and required more frequent stimulation. The
date of my thirteenth birthday was coming up soon and I could shoot
droplets of clear juice out of my pecker.

Understandably, sex was a primary concern and I had learned all
about it, courtesy of older friends. The fact that I had been and
still was somewhat excited by the ordeal of that Sunday evening left
my young mind in a state of chaos. I yearned for some real person
to submit to my unspoken fantasies. Or at least someone who could
understand what I was going through. I could confide to nobody

                                -=-

  I rang the doorbell a couple of times and exhaled. The door opened
slowly and Billy's ghastly face scanned my frame. His chest heaved and
he threw quick glances up and down the street. "What are you doing
here? Are you nuts?" he whispered in rapid gasps.

  "I want to play with the Nintendo?" I mumbled with a coy grin.

  "Uh?"

  "I want to pl..."

  "Get in!" he snapped, tugging on my arm.

For obvious reasons, Billy wasn't pleased to see me. I didn't even
understand what I was doing there myself. Maybe, to remind me it had
happened for real? To confront this stranger who had turned my life
upside down?

We went down to the basement where the game box was installed,
without as much as a word of what had unfolded in the very same room.
I felt a certain strength though. I was somehow the dominant figure.

  "Play all you want Dustin!" Billy said excitedly.

I sat Indian style in front of the television set and began a
game of Donkey Kong Country. The man was perched behind me on the
edge of the bed, surveying my every move.

My choice of clothes had been calculated. It was not a mistake that
I was wearing skimpy loose shorts with no underwear on. I could feel
his stare flowing along my bare legs.

  "Are you mad at me?" he said.

I shrugged my shoulders.

  "Did you tell your folks what a bad man I am?"

  "Nuh-uh."

  "You're a very weird little boy Dustin..."

With that he knelt next to me and ran his fingers inside my thighs.
I continued eyeing the game, His lips descended on my legs to give
moist pecks on my smooth skin. "You like this uh Dustin?"

My dick was throbbing like crazy. I couldn't wait anymore and
stretched on the floor. He stole my shorts and spread my legs. The
sight of my half-naked self, allowing this man to molest me gave me
shivers. I swallowed a lump of spittle as his hand wandered on my bare
flesh, getting closer to my crotch.

He cupped my balls and kneaded them while his tongue licked up
the short length of circumcised kid cock. I could feel my dick jump
to the attention. Desire burned in Billy's eyes the more he tasted me.
He swallowed all of my penis and siphoned it gloriously.

My cries of joy betrayed my efforts to hide the pleasure I was
experimenting. Faster and faster, the man sucked my genitals, nibbling
on my nuts, swirling his tongue around the crown of my dickhead. He
was worshipping my small organ.

His fingers furrowed in the crack of my butt, searching for my
asshole. I squealed as the very tip of his index entered my anus.
There was nothing more exhilarating that to realize that all my
naughty parts were meant to be used, explored and to be a great
source of pleasure. Right then, all I yearned was for him to
stick his long finger right up my rear and suck me off good.

Instead, he turned me over and kissed my buns. His large wet tongue
lapped up the middle of my behind as if it was owned by a Doberman,
from my scrotum all the way to my hole. I stuck my bum out, showing
him my pink virgin asshole. He could have done anything he wanted to
it. I was ready for the new thrills.

His spongy tool darted all around my opening. I felt it glide back
there and slither into me. It was hot and slimy, going inside my tight
little hole. His entire face was lodged between my ass cheeks. I
undulated on the floor, crying a litany of puppy moans.

>From time to time, he slapped my buttocks and squeezed my balls. I
gripped my hard pecker and jerked it while he played with my behind.
When he engulfed my entire scrotum in his mouth and tried to push
two fingers in my asshole, I came. My anus strangled those digits. I
yelped and groaned, feeling my timid load gush through my penis.

I was a complete mess. Somewhat ashamed of the pleasure I had
experienced. I slipped into my clothes and dashed toward the exit.

  "Where are you going Dustin? You haven't finished your game!"

  "Uh, I can't stay." I replied nervously.

                                -=-

   Over the course of the next weeks, I went to Billy's house many
times. I learned how to suck his big cock and take it down my throat.
There was nothing more rewarding than to see him shoot his load in my
face, knowing I was the one who had provided such impeccable service.

I became addicted to our sexual encounters, anxiously awaiting the
next time when I would cum hard from Billy's experienced ways. All
those games were wonderfully exciting for a twelve-year-old brat,
exploding into puberty.

I secretly loosened by asshole with household objects, in the hopes of
getting nailed. The thought of Billy's wide eight-inch prick up my
fanny gave me goose bumps, but also tickled my curiosity. I was ready
for it and I wanted to see what it was all about.

So, I tried to seduce my new older friend, flaunting my butt every
chance I got. Billy did not seize the opportunities. I couldn't just
come out and ask him to bugger me. And for a while, I wondered why he
didn't just assrape me, like he had planned all along. During one of
our many 69s, I heard myself blurt out:

  "How come you don't wanna fuck me?"

Billy sighed and bit his lower lip, obviously tormented by the
question. "I  don't want to hurt you anymore, ok..."

  "Your dick's not that big!" I lied.

  "Well, big enough to make it painful."

  "Why don't I find out..." I said, crawling on all fours and wiggling
my boytail seductively. "I know you want it."

The man let his eyes drift away from the inviting vision, and I
giggled at his reluctance. Somehow, I feared he had lost his interest
in me. That idea saddened me.

  "C'mon! Don't you wanna know how it feels to fuck me in the butt!" I
uttered in exasperation.

Then I opened the bottle of lotion and squirted a glob on my virgin
anus. With my fingers, I smeared the lube in the pinkish funnel,
making sure Billy was looking at me while I was doing it. The little
hole expanded around my index. I waited for a reaction from the adult,
fingering myself and smiling like a whore.

Billy took over, shoving his large digits into me. I glued my left ear
on the mattress and made grimaces, winking from time to time to show
him I was doing okay. When he stopped jabbing his fingers in my
asshole, I pushed my bottom back on them, fucking myself on the slick
probes.

  "Stick it in me now!" I said.

  "No!"

  "Do it, dammit!"

Billy hesitated, considering the situation, resigning himself, I
imagine, to jump in the arms of destiny that had put such a crazy boy
on his path.

  "Only this once! And tell me if it hurts..." he said.

  "Yes, yes! Just do it dummy! It's not like you're gonna kill me!"

He climbed on my back, dumbfounded by the mechanics of inserting
his huge manhood into such a small opening. The simple contact of his
knob on my anus sent a jolt of arousal to my boydick. He applied
pressure on the muscle, pushing his cock firmly. My assring pinched
his pissslit and yielded slowly to the bulbous end of spongy flesh.

  "Unnngh! Unnnngh! It's so hard!" I cried out. "Don't stop! Keep on!
Keep on!" I reassured him.

He plunged into my rectum and halted, allowing me an instant to
adjust to the size of his tool. I grinned broadly, somewhat proud of
the feat. My hand groped between my thighs to touch the hairy nuts
and the wide tube embedded in my little butt. With languorous
withdrawals and restrained thrusts, he began plowing into me.

  "Ooooh! Oooooohhh! You're fucking me! Oooooh!" I cooed.

Billy tried to be as gentle as he could, but I still felt the
tremendous pain of his invasion. His phallus was as big as a damn
baseball bat in my belly. I relaxed my bum hole, opening up for him.
His cock travelled deeper and easier. I could hardly believe what was
happening. But there I was, under this man, using my little white butt
for his pleasure.

Our bodies tensed up as we gained a steady rhythm to our coupling.
I dared peek at his pendulous balls swinging back and forth and his
enormous cock sliding in and out of my buttocks.

  "Uhhh! I never thought I'd get fucked in the ass by a man at twelve-
years-old!" I gasped.

  "Don't say that. You're freaking me out!" he reprimanded me. At the
same time, slamming into me with more determination. The real action
was about to begin and I braced myself. My body was bouncing on the
springs with each quick stab in my hole. The pistonning rod was sliding
in and out at a more furious pace. I was lost in the wild tornado, my
head was spinning.

  "Fuck me harder! Put your whole dick in me! Uhh uhhh! Yeah! Like
that! Uhhhh! Uhhh! Uhh! Uhhh! Fuck my butt good! Oh! Oh Oh! Oh! YESSS
YESSSS! Shoot your load in me! YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH! "

My burly partner had lost his sense of reason. He was sodomizing me
hard and fast now. My elbows sagged and I fell forward, my hips
suspended in the air by the powerful hands of the man, who was
punching my guts with massive thrusts. All the tiny hairs on my body
where on end. I could feel a burning ball of tingles in my crotch as
the thick spike grazed my young prostate repeatedly.

Billy slapped my ass and rammed into me ball-deep for all he was
worth. I screamed my head off, sensing the pleasure about to peak,
"YEAHHH! FUCK ME! FUCK ME!" My asshole was totally distended for that
big piece of meat to pound into it. I savoured every second of the
savage lunges that rattled my frame.

The greatest orgasm of my childhood overtook my body. I became a lowly
mess of quivering muscles. The fantastic jolts raced in my penis as
the anal onslaught continued. I began squirting my boyjuice on the bed
sheets and yelling out of joy from the amazing sensations.

Billy buried himself deep into my ass. I felt his cock quake into my
anus as it unloaded a gallon of boiling sperm inside my rectum. He was
pushing against me, cramming his prick in my depths to deliver his
creamy discharge. I had never felt so bloated in my life.

When he finally took out his cock, I crumbled and laid there. I was
deflowered and exhausted. My asshole was on fire. But I knew that for
a while, I wouldn't mind being uncle Billy's slut.

The END.