*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* 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. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* story codes: (bb, tb, mb, oral, anal) style: contemporary URBAN TAILS #4 by DEBONAIR (One night in Green Crow) Osmond and Riley trudged on the sidewalk, carrying their boxes of chocolate bars. Darkness had enveloped the cozy neighbourhood, casting shadows on the pavement and lowering the temperature slowly for another refreshing summer night. The quality of life was great in the Green Crow neighbourhood. It was your typical mid-sized community, populated by families with a fairly good income. The streets were clean and adorned with bungalows. Children could still play outside during the evening. Shoot hoops in the driveway of a neighbour or tackle the latest tricks, perched on a flashy skateboard. A place where Christian values were shared openly and nothing bad really ever happened. Nonetheless, Osmond began to feel slightly frightened by the growing darkness, even though he did not consider himself a child anymore, now that he was eleven-years-old, just a few months shy of his twelfth birthday. He peered back at his younger companion, "Are you scared Riley?" he asked, hoping to get an affirmative answer from the eight- year-old imp. "No. Are you?" the small boy replied. "Nuh-huh!" "When it's all black, the boogeyman comes out..." Riley giggled, showing his most delirious gap-toothed grin. "Shuddup and walk!" For an instant, Osmond wondered if the Digimon cards, they so desperately wanted to purchase, were worth the effort. Why didn't their folks just buy them outright, instead of sending them door to door, in the dark? Especially in a neighbourhood they did not know. For they were, in the upscale part of town, north of Green Crow Park, where the rich people lived. They reached the front lawn of 631 Sanford Avenue and climbed the paved entryway. Hopefully, this time, they would be able to make a stupid sale. It had been a half-hour since the last fish had bitten. Riley got on his tippy toes and rang the doorbell three times. The tall teenaged boy who answered the door, was clad only in jockey shorts. He had jet-black hair and piercing gray eyes that bore into their souls. "What d'you want?" he muttered, scratching his inner thigh. "We're selling chocolate for the poor in Africa." Osmond lied. "2$ each, Mister." Riley peeped, handing out the candy gently as if it was a peace offering. The half-naked teen scanned the two visitors in short pants. The bigger boy had brown hair and pearly white teeth. His smile seemed fake and unsure, whereas the shorter one glowed more with the innocence expected of a child. "For Africa?" the young man frowned. "Yes." Riley reaffirmed, glimpsing nervously at the pouch in the front of the muscular boy's underwear. The adolescent's eyes locked on him. The rascal was wearing a bright blue cap down to his ears, nearly covering his entire red-coloured mop. There were freckles all over his skinny arms and on the bridge of his button nose. A magnificent set of young males, Eddie thought. Disappointing them was out of the question. He grabbed the chocolate bar from the small hand, replacing it with a couple of crisp one dollar bills. "Perhaps you boys would like to come inside for some cookies and milk?" he asked, a smile forming on his lips as he looked from one to the other. Riley stopped fiddling with the straps holding his shorts. For a long moment. both boys mirrored each other's suspicion, then slowly and simultaneously, they guided their distrustful stares up the stranger's face. This had definitely sounded like a perv's question. "I don't think so mister, but thanks anyway." Osmond retorted politely. "Could we eat the cookies out here?" Riley asked. "We don't have time for cookies!" Osmond countered with a firm headshake. "I want a cookie!" Riley pouted, a stubborn look coming into his baby eyes, that Osmond recognized as a sure sign of an impending tantrum. An inevitable downside of having a friend that puerile. "No Riley." the elder insisted. But the child wasn't budging. "It's okay. I don't bite!" the teen snickered. "Come on in!" he continued, thrusting his hands out at the smaller boy to grab the arm of little Riley. The action raised the hair on the back of Osmond's neck. The youngster found himself in the middle of a tug of war as Osmond pulled on his other arm, trying to dislodge him from the grip of the young adult. "Lemme go!" Riley screamed, suddenly panicking. "Lettt ggggo of him!" Osmond stammered. The teenager chuckled a moment, seeing both kids' utter terror, then he glanced around wildly, apparently very concerned about the scene they were creating. He tossed them a parting look of contempt and hurried back in the house, slamming the door shut. "You hurt me" Riley whimpered, rubbing his wrist. Osmond had no sympathy for him "Come on, you stupid shit, let's get outta here. He's a pervert. And I've already told you what perverts like him do. Remember?" -=- Osmond's heart pounded for a while and he didn't feel like going on. The box of chocolate bars was suddenly so heavy. "Let's get back to the van, it's almost nine-thirty." he suggested. "Okay." Riley yipped, initiating a dash down the quiet streets. As they neared the white Ford Econoline, parked next to Green Crow Park, Osmond's fear dwindled. He opened the rusty door and both boys peeked inside the empty truck. "Where's Mr. Horton?" Riley asked rhetorically. "How the hell should I know?" "He's probably peeing in the park. Let's go see!" the eight-year-old said, racing at once towards the urban forest, and disappearing in the thick bushes. "Stay HERE!" Osmond yelled. "COME BACK!" A chill travelled up his spine. He felt so alone and vulnerable, facing the huge park. The tall menacing trees were swaying in the chilly breeze. All the bushes were alive with the creepy rustling of their leaves. In the distance, he could see the lights of the Smith-Wilson centre, the public sports complex where he went swimming daily. During the day, Green Crow Park was a haven for a boy, a playground filled with joy. Now it seemed eerie and evil. His little scrotum had shrivelled to the size of a prune. He could not stay behind. He had to be brave. "Come on!" Riley invited him, poking his head from behind an elm. Osmond scampered away, joining the youngster in the park. Together, they strolled in the pitch-black gloom. "You gotta see this!" Riley giggled, leading his partner by the hand. Just as Mr. Horton came in his line of sight, Osmond gasped and crawled under a bush. In the clearing, the man was caressing the golden hair of a boy, kneeling at his feet. The kid's gray sweat pants were down to his knees and his butt was shining in the moonlight. From afar, he barely could recognise Kevin, a ten-year-old boy from the gang. But it was him indeed. The kid's nose was furrowing in the thick patch of the adult's pubic hair. He pulled his face back, unblocking the view of Mr. Horton's long nine-inch cock. The massive organ was stiff and proudly pointing upward, over two large hairy balls. Osmond gulped a chunk of saliva and nudged the ribs of his little buddy who was withholding his chuckles. "He's licking his weenie!" Riley murmured, as he watched the young fellator trace the engorged member with his pink tongue. "Shhh!" The burly man grabbed a handful of the kid's blond hair and rubbed the tip of his dickhead on his thin lips. "Open up, and suck it Kevin." he grumbled. Wasting no more time, the boy began to take the man's big cock. He moved both hands to play with the beastly balls, while feeding his mouth with the throbbing meat. The huge prick was rock-hard, and he could not slide his mouth up and down the full shaft. The monster was much too big for a kid of ten, but he persevered, slacking his jaws to let his mouth accept more of the flesh. As he pumped the rod with his pie hole, he flicked his tongue around the head when he came back to it. Then he moved his mouth from the man's cock down to his huge sac. He kissed it, and gently took one ball in his mouth. There was no way both of them could fit in his cavity at once. Mr. Horton moaned softly as Kevin slid his tongue over and swallowed his other ball. He pulled the child's face up onto his rod and started sliding his cock into his waiting mouth, feeling his slickened fat tube sitting at the entrance of the kid's narrow throat, leaking, greasing the way for the eventual drive into it. Kevin gagged slightly and relaxed his throat muscles, allowing the hot pole to invade his passage. He held the sizzling piece of meat in his drooling mouth, awaiting the next thrust. It came fiercely, choking him. On the next stroke he could feel the man's tummy hair tickling his nostrils and his ball sack bump against his chin. "Ohhh yeah, you're a good cocksucker!" Mr. Horton cried out. He plunged his cock deeper, fucking the face of the whimpering kid, watching the bulge he was making where his adam's apple was burgeoning. He rammed that huge thing in and out of his horny mouth for a long minute. Then he pulled his cockhead up to his lips, leaving it there for the delicious suckling. His moans grew louder as the little boy worked his shaft in earnest. Kevin's tongue curled around the wide girth, tickling his pee-slit. "Uhhh, I'm gonna cum so hard in your face!" he announced, in the heat of passion. "mmmmmm!" the kid mumbled, his mouth full of prick. "Don't be a prissy fuck, SUCK my cock 'til I shoot!" the man barked. Kevin was firmly attached to the mammoth pole and glancing up into the man's contorted face. Mr. Horton gazed down at the boy through half- open lids, and smiled slyly. "We're almost there baby!" he said, bucking harder, pulling the cute face against his groin. Guttural groans rose from his thorax and he started to unload his hot juice in the kid's oesophagus. The thick cum gushed all over. It splashed the young boy's mug who had shut his eyes, coughing to get his breath back. "ARGGH!" the man groaned with each spurt of sperm blasting out of his cock. The goo dribbled from the urchin's nose and rolled down to his chin. "Gross!" Riley whispered, under the bushes. "Let's go now!" Osmond declared, utterly distressed by the obscene spectacle. The two boys got to their feet and escaped rapidly to avoid getting caught. -=- Eddie sprawled on the couch, thinking about the two boys who had been sent by providence to ring his doorbell. The image of their adorable faces were burnt in his mind. He pulled his jockeys down and fondled his erect prick idly. The new stirrings he felt for young boys was quite new. They seemed to have come out of nowhere after his sixteenth birthday. He knew, deep inside himself, that he fancied guys much more than girls. But lately, his fantasies involved younger and younger boys. At first, the teen-idols turned him on like crazy. All of that changed, and it was the pre-teen stars of television and movies that did the trick. He had the opportunity to fuel this newfound lust as much he wanted, spending hours on the Internet, searching for pictures of naked children, while his father was away on another business trip. Probably in New York, chasing the next big deal. His vibrant young cock was aching in the palm of his hand. It looked bigger, now that he had shaved his pubes. The little film of his dark desires played in his brains. The two kids were in his bedroom, undressing. The red-haired one pounced on his older buddy's cocklet. He gobbled it up, slobbering over the hardening morsel. "FUCK!" he screamed in the empty house. In a snap, he had his blue jeans on and a black t-shirt covering his torso. Surely, they couldn't be so far. He was determined to find them. It's not like he was going to stalk them. He just yearned to see them again. With a flashlight in hand, he lunged outside. Sanford Street was deserted. He oriented his gangly body towards the south, trusting his instinct. The headlights of passing cars flashed in his bloodshot eyes. He reached the main artery of the neighbourhood, but they weren't there. "Dammit!" Eddie cussed under his breath, pondering if he was wasting his time. As he got closer to the edge of Green Crow Park, his spirit brightened. The two short pals were strolling slowly. Their soprano yips soaring in the wind. The vision of the angelic duo excited him. He could see their firm little buttocks, tightly hugged by their little shorts. And their beautiful hairless legs, tanned by a generous summer sun. He spied on the boys from behind a parked sedan. They got into a white van for a moment, then drifted inside the park. This was his chance to catch up to them. The densely wooded area would be perfect for a little fright! His plan was all set. He would hide in there and jump out to scare the shit out of them. His intentions were suddenly derailed when he noticed what the juvenile duo had discovered. His blood pressure hit the roof. Before his very eyes, some sexy little boy was being molested. The slurping sounds of the oral action came faintly to his ears. He watched in awe the little cocksucker doing his deed, absorbed by his erotic beauty. The blond boy's buns had the cutest dimples and his delicate pre-pubescent penis was stiff as a pen as he serviced the old guy. He abandoned the idea of pursuing the two runts and contemplated the lurid show. The kid was eating cock like a pro. No wonder the chap came so fast, shooting his sauce all over his face. After the laddie swallowed the final drops of jizz from the adult's slimy prong, Eddie witnessed the two voyeurs fleeing the scene. He had no motivation to chase them anymore, and approached the other couple with an assertive demure, aiming the beam of his flashlight into their bewildered pupils. The old guy was in no position to play tough and Eddie was fully aware the situation called for a substantial bribe. A bit of payola for him to keep his trap shut. Assuredly, the old guy wasn't looking forward to five years in jail, just for a measly blow job from a bratty slutboy. The man zipped his trousers up and the kid pulled hastily on his sweat pants. They both stared into the light, completely mortified. "Well, well, what do we have here?" Eddie chanted, with an ironic tone. -=- Osmond and Riley raced back to the white van. In the rusty vehicle, all the kids had returned from their respective routes. They sat, Indian style, on the carpeted floor, counting their stash of money. The boys were all members of the soccer club and Osmond felt secure with them. They were yapping about the night's events. The treble of their crystal voices were echoing on the steel walls. "We saw a girl's tits!" one of the pre-teens revealed enthusiastically. "We saw a pervert!" Riley boasted. "We saw one too!" a black boy interjected. "I showed him the moon!" he added, re-enacting the scene for the pack, sticking his shapely bottom out, and exposing his ebony globes. The crowd of children roared and tumbled around until Mr. Horton opened the door and climbed in the driver's seat. The gang quieted down altogether. "Everybody ready to go home?" the adult said. "Yessssssssss!" "Don't forget, half of the cash is mine. I don't drive you 'round for nuthin'" Osmond eyed the man with a hint of concealed disdain. As the weeks had passed, he had gotten to know more about the middle-aged fella. About his tempestuous temper and his bad choice of clothes. He looked like a pimp out of a 70s movie, for Christ sake! Anyone who met him probably would not have given much attention to the comical, harmless-looking hobo man. That's what he wanted. For below the surface, lied the sinister, austere side of Harold Horton. And that part of him, could silence the mayhem of a group of unruly boys with one cold stare. The imposing driver seemed anxious, fondling his moustache and readjusting his heavy glasses higher upon his nose. Rivulets of sweat had dampened his maroon shirt under the arms. "Where's, uh, where's Kevin?" Osmond demanded nervously. "He took the bus, don't worry about him." Mr. Horton answered, glaring in the direction of the child. The eleven-year-old's heart rose in his throat. He foresaw a terrible fate for his young comrade, imagining him buried under six feet of dirt, in the middle of the park. The lost boy needed to be saved right away! But he was so powerless, so useless. And as the engine revved, he was riddled with the guilt of forsaking the poor martyr. -=- A wave of relief overwhelmed Osmond when they arrived at his house. He invited Riley to sleep over, in a deliberate attempt to free his mind of its torments. The boisterous demon always lifted his spirit up. They had been an inseparable pair for years now and shared a mutual interest for video games, bubble gum and soccer. Their friendship was more akin to the distinctive bond of biological brothers. They almost could communicate without speaking. Osmond's folks never objected to Riley's presence, even though he spent the night so often into their home. And they welcomed him again. "Did you have a good time?" Osmond's mother asked. "Yeah. It was great!" Osmond cheered, summoning his more sincere intonation. "We made forty bucks!" Riley seconded. "Go to bed now, it's late." she said sternly, ushering them down the basement stairs. The rest of the evening flew by as the two lads cavorted in their briefs in the basement bedroom. The good parents came down to kiss them goodnight, urging the rambunctious duo to get to bed right away. The energized kids quieted down, their faces flushed from a solid hour of ruff housing. After they had brushed their teeth, Osmond shut the door to the bedroom and turned the light off. The ambiance of the darkened room became intimate. The pale skin of the soles of their feet and the palms of their hands flashed in the dim moonlight, as they slipped under the covers. Riley enjoyed slumbering next to the older boy, feeling his warmth and calm heartbeat. They tickled each other, repressing their chuckles to avoid the unwelcome sermon of parental oppression. "Quit it!" Osmond finally blurted out. "Do you think something bad happened to Kevin?" Riley asked, with a hushed voice. "I dunno." "Why do you think Mr. Horton made him suck his penis?" "I dunno, Riley!" The restless imp pressed his body on the older lad and slid his hand on his smooth tummy. "Are you horny?" he whispered, with a devilish grin. His tiny hand slithered under the waistband of the brown-haired boy. "I'm horny too..." he avowed softly, squeezing the half-erect willy. "I'll suck yours, if you suck mine." Riley proposed, continuing his hand-job, feeling the receptive organ swell between his digits. Osmond nodded and smiled back at the adventurous rascal. The orange head dove under the sheets. Riley began kissing his tummy and he trashed wildly, withholding his screams of glee in the back of his throat. The boy's mouth migrated lower, licking his balls and around the root of his hard pecker. The moist swipes were driving him crazy. The frisky mouth engulfed all of his boner, making him moan into the night. Then, Riley bobbed his head furiously, devouring his dick. "Suck it faster!" he peeped. "Ohhh ohhhh yeah like that.. Ohhhh!" The squishy sound of the wet suction resonated. The invisible comparse sucked him a good five minutes, fast and steady. All he could see was the tent between his spread legs. A myriad of tingles ballooned in his crotch. "OOoooo I'm cumming! I'm cumming!" he cried out, convulsing from his dry climax. Riley popped his beaming mug from underneath the flannel sheeting, elated by his performance. Osmond crawled under immediately to return the favour. He swallowed the teeny worm in one bite. The stiff pricklet fit nicely into his mouth. He sucked it ravenously, tonguing and siphoning it. Weak cries of bliss emanated from the eight-year-old's mouth, complimenting his actions. "Ugghhh yessss ughhh" Riley lamented, gripping the head of his buddy to slam it on his diminutive woody. "You're a good cocksucker!" he giggled, tickled pink by his mature statement. The older boy's tongue washed his nuts and swirled around his kiddie dick. It lingered on his exposed dickhead, darting at the sensitive area. Then the lips suctioned it, again and again. The pleasure was unbearable for Riley. The tiny pins of joy raced up and down his short member. "Ighhh Ighhhh" he squealed like a mouse, shocked by the electric jolts of a great kid cum. Both children chuckled from the forbidden interlude. Their bodies still vibrant and alive. The naughty sex play was to be their secret forever, linking them together for as long as they lived. -=- Eddie turned the key in the lock, his hand shaking slightly from the excitement. "Is it there that you live?" Kevin inquired. "Of course, dumbass." the teenager snapped back. Inside the house, the ten-year-old boy sat shyly on the couch and let his passive stare wander on the lush furniture. "Wow! That's big a TV!" he commented. "We don't have neat stuff like that..." Eddie loved everything about the blond bombshell. He drank in the sweet traits of the angel's face. His beady puppy eyes made him look sad and innocent, which he was not for a fact. His ears were detached from his head and his chin delicately feminine. He possessed the perfect complexion people dream about. He couldn't believe his luck. After all, how often do you bump into a guy willing to lend you his son for the night, in exchange for your silence? "D'you suck off your dad a lot?" the teen asked bluntly. The little boy bowed his head, staring at his dirty sneakers. "No." "Come here." Eddie commanded. "I'm tired." Kevin complained, rising to his feet. The young man positioned himself behind him. The top of the kid's head barely reached his pecs. He bent slightly, sniffing up the aroma of his precious prize. The little frame seemed so fragile in his embrace. He longed to stay glued to the boy forever, holding him close. His hands went down the lad's cotton pants and moved over the sexy red bikini briefs, exploring the bulge and round curbs of his perfect rump. He chewed on his earlobe, pulled on his silver earring, before murmuring into his ear, "I can't wait to fuck you, Kevin." With that, he let the boy go and sat on the couch. The unfettered kid remained still, in the middle of the room, like an unwelcome guest, while his host shucked his jeans off. "Take it all off!" Eddie exulted. "Don't just stand there." With his jockeys around his ankles, the teenager observed his boy toy stripping quietly. The kid removed his clothes nonchalantly, starting with his running shoes, then his sports attire. He stepped out of his undies and waited. "You're so hot!" Eddie exclaimed, scrutinizing his naked prey. "Shit!" he added, jerking his erect prick slowly, excited like a girl on her first school dance. The underfed body was all bones, covered with some bluish bruises, yet it made him hot like crazy. The kid was 100% pure boy, with dirty nails and a scab on his left kneecap. "Suck me!" he ordered, pulling on his arm to bring him next to him. He pressed on the nape of his neck, lowering the blond head down, between his thighs. The moist warmth of the little mouth on his cock had him exhale a sigh of satisfaction. "That's a good faggot! Suck it nice and easy..." he mumbled, patting the perky globes of his juvenile partner. The kid's hand, gripping his phallus, was so small and delicate. His feet so pink and undeveloped. In total opposition to the harmonious beauty of the boy, Eddie's extremities had grown out of proportion. Big ugly feet, lanky arms and long emaciated fingers. He spread himself like an octopus on the sofa, while the boy sucked on his fifth tentacle. His glazed eyes focused on the ruby wet lips pursed around the crown of his bloated cockhead. All his nerves were alive with the anticipation of anal sex. He watched his enormous teenage prick and thought how, soon, it would be crammed up the boy's taut tiny bottom. Forsaking the pleasure of the moment, he arranged the boy on the couch for his buttfuck, bending him on the edge of the cushion, on all fours, knees far apart. Positioning him in a way that the kid's ass would be split open, as if he was flaunting his hairless asshole. Then he grabbed the jar of Vaseline and covered his rampant erection with the slick stuff. All the time, staring at the tail end of his pre-pubescent partner. Once he was satisfied with the coat of grease on his cock, he placed his fingers in the boy's crack, zeroing in on the wrinkled target. When it appeared the little hole was slick enough, he wedged one long finger, second-knuckle deep into the cutie's shitter and slowly screwed it around. For a moment, he toyed with the tight anus, sliding his index out and in, slowly and sensuously, finger-fucking the lad. The pink rosebud was so enticing. Already, the rising tide of his arousal had him on the edge. He scooted in closer between the widespread legs, and eased the head of his big dick against the opening. The heat emanating from the puckered boyhole caressed his sensitive glans. "Are you ready for my COCK!" Kevin slowly lowered his head in resignation, fear registering in his clear blue eyes. "Don't worry, I'll go slow..." the teen said. It was a total fabrication of the truth, but the kid didn't need to know that. The little boy's body tensed and a plaintive whimper escaped his lips as Eddie glided his swollen cockhead into his asshole. Once his helmet was buried inside him, Eddie basked in the pleasurable feel of the tight sphincter snapped securely around his cock just under the rim. He fed the hole some length and Kevin sucked his lower lip, biting down on it. His face was all crunched up as he winced in sex pain, his yellow eyebrows knitted in a desperate scowl. It was one hell of an incredible sight for the teenager, having such a handsome kid in front of him, butt spread open, his thick slab of meat pulsing into the hot boypussy, instinctively trying to resist him. Flexing his hips, he pushed one inch, then another, slowly, but purposefully, into him. The kid was fuckin tight as a drum, all right, and there was no denying that his backdoor was seldom used. Eddie observed the way his asslips got drawn into him as his fat dick was buried deeper and deeper inside his gripping chute. Almost all the way in, he stopped, savouring the feeling, while the boy writhed like a snake on hot pavement. Then he drew back, withdrawing inch after thick inch. Kevin's butt lips, which had latched onto the length of his cock, were pulled out and away from his body, making him even hornier for his hole. He groaned long and sexily as every hard, throbbing millimetre of the massive schlong slowly slid out of him. When the dickhead popped out from his butt, the wrinkled little pucker clammed up tight. Eddie wasted little time, he took cock in hand, pressed his leaking knob in the blushing hole, and shoved his way back in. His big teencock slithered farther into the murky depths this time. He fucked his swollen glans in and out of the clasping mouth, challenging the tight sphincter muscle. Kevin was making short little rutting grunts and his head was rolling all over. He just couldn't wait a moment longer. Grabbing him by the front of his thighs, he pulled the boy closer to him and drove his missile home. The kid stiffened under him as his thick cock ripped through his fuckhole. Eddie's big juicy balls slapped up against his perineum while his pussy lips gripped the base of his prick like a vise. He was all the way inside of his twitching asshole. "AGGH, OWWW, OWWW, Oooooo" the impaled boy wailed as the long stick rested in his slimy guts. Eddie's hips began to pump up and down, slowly at first, but the tempo increased before long. He fucked him long and deep, pulling out til' his flanged tip was threatening to bust outta his hole and then ploughed it all the way back in. His dick twisted around inside his guts, finding places he'd never known existed and making Kevin squirm like a slippery eel. He picked up the speed, fairly ramming his hot little hole. His wet, slippery cock filled his ass cavity time after time, banging the living hell out of the kid's immature prostate. The entire length of his warm, silky channel clenched around the thickness of his battering ram, making for a perfectly hot fuck. The realization struck him that there seemed to be slightly less resistance with each deliberate thrust from his loins. Smiling knowingly, Eddie slammed harder, deeper and faster into the young boy's hole, grinding his meat around up inside him from a variety of angles. As his veiny, swollen column plunged deeply into his shitter, Kevin was whipping his head around, gnashing his perfect white teeth together and pounding the cushion with tightly clenched fists as his elfin body surrendered its last defence. "Ughhhhhhhhhhh Ughhhhhhhhhhhhhh Ughhhhhhhhhhhh" Kevin whined incessantly, as the motion of the teenager rocked him back and forth. Harder and harder Eddie pressed his shaft into him, forcing his anal muscles to stretch and accommodate his width. When those same muscles squeezed around his pole and caressed his hardness from deep within him, he had no doubt Kevin had passed the pain stage and was enjoying some of the pleasures of male copulation. Kevin's toes were curled up on the carpet, and his calves cramped up as the massive log plowed rhythmically into him. Eddie just kept fucking away, knowing in his heart he was pile driving the little lad, but unable to resist the temptation of his tight hole. It was the first time he fucked a kid and he wanted to savour every conceivable reward of the taboo. He sodomized the ten-year-old blondie with everything he had, forcing himself in and out of his firm ass and making him tremble like a schoolgirl on the end of his wand. His asshole was practically begging to be fucked long and rough, and he was more than happy to oblige. Seeing the boy quiver and cry like a wounded animal, was more than he could stand. His breathing got harsh and ragged and he could feel a sort of tingling heat burning through his crotch and balls. Abruptly yanking his cock out of the hole, Eddie shouted incoherently and blew his load all across the kid's arched back. Huge jets of sweet cock cream spewed from his piss-gash and soaked the bruised ass crack, clinging around the rim of his gaping red anus. The teenager's breathing slowly returned to normalcy. He slapped Kevin's buns and grinned. As the good folks of the small town fell quietly asleep. They did not really know what any of the boys of Green Crow had been up to all evening. It had been just another night. THE END.