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you are not interested in fantasies involving young boys. This file
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was not written to advocate sexual activity with minors. Agatha
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story codes: (tb, oral, anal)
style: contemporary 





URBAN TAILS #5    by DEBONAIR
(The Uninvited Guest)

   When my dad re-married, I had a hard time dealing with the re-
constructed family. The woman he wed was some dumb bitch with huge
tits and glossy blond hair. She was fifteen years younger then him. It
was obvious why the old man had fell for her.

I was sixteen then and still looking for a direction to give to my
life. Like most teens, I was lazy and pretty much kept to myself in my
room, just listening to grunge music or surfing the net. So you can
imagine how pissed I was to discover I would have to share my sanctuary
with the nosy brat of that cheap slut. It turned my world upside down
and gave me an immediate incentive to find a job and leave the house
for good.

Dylan was the name of the runt. He was eleven-years-old and still had
an annoying squeaky voices that grated your eardrums. I despised him
right away. For days, I ignored him, giving him the cold shoulder
whenever he tried to start a conversation.

My father tried to reason with me, urging me to be nice with my new
Stepbrother. Fuck that! He wasn't the one splitting his bed and his
space with the rambunctious parasite. I don't think he realized how
much of a pest the kid was. The boy played his cards like a pro.

In front of the folks, he was an angel, behaving like a true choirboy.
But when I was alone with him, he became a tireless monster. So many
times, I had to restrain myself not to punch him in the guts. He
climbed every piece of furniture and did everything to draw my
attention.

I stopped being shocked early on and let him do his carnage. He stole
my cigarettes and smoked them in front of me. He broke my CDs and wore
my best t-shirts. I tell ya, it was hell. There was no way to stop the
tornado.

I think I hated him more so because he took after his mother. She was
also an irritating little number herself. And her son had the same
golden blond hair, beady gray eyes and thin ruby lips.

I could have strangled him easily. For a kid nearing puberty, he didn't
have much of a muscular mass. His arms were frail and I could count all
the ribs on his skinny frame.

That didn't stop him from attacking me constantly, pretending to be
some inane wrestler. That's how he spent most of the day, watching
the WWF on TV and conjuring up fights with me. Typical trailer trash
brat, lying around all day in his briefs, eating pb&j sandwiches.

On the third evening since he'd arrived, I felt a familiar motion to
the bedsprings just after we had turned off the lights for the night.
It couldn't have been? Yes, it was. The lil' horndog was jacking off
next to me!

  "What the fuck? What are you doing?" I whispered, throwing him a
look of contempt.

  "I'm horny!" Dylan replied matter-of-factly.

  "It's MY bed you're wanking on!"

  "No. It's OUR bed." he insisted with an evil grin glued to his mug.

  "Just quit it and go to sleep." I muttered, shifting to the other
side and withholding the impulse to snuff him under his fucking
X-Men pillow.

  "Do it with me!" he exclaimed excitedly. "I wanna see your big dick
HARD!"

  "Shuddup." I mumbled and tried to get to sleep. The little bastard
was breathing heavily and moaning while he jerked his pecker under
the sheets. When his butt muscles tensed up, the entire mattress
shook and drove me nuts. I couldn't believe the kid had that much
energy left to pound his meat.

Beside the obvious embarrassment of having this pre-teen boy masturbate
just inches away, there was something else troubling me. For a couple
of years I had been tackling the issue of my sexual orientation. Hell,
I didn't have the slightest clue if I really liked girls. The bold
demon was not helping. My cock was rock hard as I listened to his wild
solo session.

My ears were wide open for his every peep, studying the crescendo of
his mounting pleasure. It aroused me fiercely. Yet, I couldn't find the
nerve to bolt up and tell him to jack me off raw. The precocious kid
intensified his flicks of the wrist and I heard him let out a sigh of
satisfaction. The nightmare was over. My balls were blue.

For all the following nights, Dylan repeated the same torture. He
jacked off next to me, his eyes closed, probably lost in some boyish
fantasy of his. I had created mine in my head. It featured Dylan on
his knees as I fed him my thick cock down his throat until he choked
on it.

During the day, I became more aggressive with the lad. I did not
hesitate to pin him down once in a while and slap him around in a
brotherly fashion to show him I was still the boss. But as soon, as I
saw the freckles on his shoulders and his high-pitched pleading filled
the house, it reminded me he was just a child. I let go.

But I cracked soon after.

Hearing a loud thump coming from my room, I trudged to see what was
going on. And there was Dylan, throwing his red superball against the
wall. His dirty clothes scattered on the carpet. Messing up all my
posters. The little boy giggled as he threw the bouncy toy, clad in his
white cotton briefs.

  "HOW MANY TIMES HAVE I TOLD YOU NOT TO THAT?" I yelled, advancing
in the doorway.

Dylan froze, transfixed. "I I I was just playing..." he defended
himself, ducking his head, unable to sustain the angry gaze I had
bestowed upon him. For once, he responded to my outrage, obviously
sensing the sincerity of my wrath.

  "That's the LAST time you will throw that FUCKING BALL inside the
house!"

Dylan said nothing. He looked down at his bare feet and nervously
fingered the hem of his underwear. I sat on the edge of the bed
and flipped him over in one swift move, positioning him across my
thighs. The kid never saw it coming.

On the first smack he cried out, "OW, FUCK!", and then continued
cursing until he had received the full twenty. My hand delivered the
stinging hard slaps like a machine gun, resounding loudly against
his shapely behind.

After the last stroke, I gently lifted him up to a standing position.
The boy's eyes were red, on the verge of an outpour of tears and
his breathing was that of a kid desperately trying to hold them at bay.
But just like that, he looked up defiantly and smiled wickedly. The
little faker. It was clear that he had not learned the lesson.

  "I'm not done with you!" I snarled, tugging on his tiny fruit of the
loom to expose his nakedness. Then, I restored the nude culprit
onto myself. Dylan's bottom was a deep pink as he lay there in his
birthday suit, vulnerable and meek. Again the same ritual was performed
with even more vigour. I hammered his firm buttocks with the sole aim of
turning them to a crimson colour.

*SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK*

  "Spank me! Ouch! Spank me harder!" he blurted out, in between fits
of chuckles.

The little fuck was taunting me. I doubled my efforts, beating his
smooth ass like a madman. He started to squirm and tried to evade me.
I held him tight, bringing my hand down harder and harder until tears
streamed down his cheeks.

  "Stop it! Stop! I won't do it anymore... " Dylan begged.

This time, I knew he meant it and I halted my attacks. The kid's belly
was pressed on the raging erection tenting my jeans. I massaged the
toasty mounds, admiring my work. His perky ass cheeks were glowing
nicely. I fondled them lovingly, getting awfully excited by the sexy
tail end.

When Dylan took his feet, I caught an eyeful of his hairless genitals.
His weenie was stiff as mine and he turned away to dissimulate it. An
awkward silence fell between us as he raised his undies and rubbed his
butt. "It didn't even hurt." he sang, giving me the tongue.

Shortly after that incident, I started jacking off thinking about him.
Somewhat ashamed that a little boy of eleven starred in my hottest
fantasies. I longed to feel his velvety skin against mine. To kiss
every part of his small body.

His strange aroma lingered in my nose. A blend of bubble gum, pear
shampoo and tobacco. The odour aroused me. I had never been so fucking
hard. The images of his naked form were so clear in my head. He was
performing all my wishes, doing the nastiest tricks to satisfy my
demanding cock. There was no limit to my horny teenaged imagination.

I could picture him tied up to a chair, a big dildo jammed up his
tender asshole while he sucked my swollen cock. Or suspended to the
ceiling as I whipped him until he begged to be sodomized. He was my
little slut, always ready for some hard-core action.

At the same time, I was even more confused, wondering if I should
repress all my dark desires. There was no way I could admit to myself
that I preferred boys, especially not this one. I decided to stay away
as much as I could from temptation. It proved harder than I had
anticipated.

One afternoon, Dylan brought home a friend of his. The other kid was
about two years older. A quiet boy with black hair, an upturned nose
and a fuzzy moustache on his upper lip. He was called Jacob and seemed
much more civilized than my randy stepbrother.

They went down to the basement playroom to do whatever pre-teens boys
do at that age. Chatter about girls or baseball, I guess. After a
while, I tiptoed softly downstairs to check if they weren't lighting a
fire or building a bomb.

I hid being the doorway and peeked through the crack. 'What the fuck?'
I thought silently. Both boys were completely naked, except for their
white tube socks. One on top of the other.

>From where I was, I could clearly see Dylan's head wedged under his
pal's knees. The little boy was raising his mouth to kiss and nibble
the hairless nuts over his nose. He munched on the eggs in their sac an
instant, and migrated to Jacob's willy, licking the underside, suckling
the moist tip. The boy's head blocked my view suddenly.

My jaw fell as I realized the brat was eating the other kid's hole. He
had his nose buried between the plump cheeks, tilting his head up and
down with every swipe of his tongue. With both hands, he spread the
globes, giving me a perfect shot of his wiggly tongue teasing that
tight pink anus.

My knees sagged and my cock sprung to life. I was totally mesmerized
by the obscene tableau before my curious eyes. Neither of them had
sensed my presence and they were 69ing like adequate porno kings. It
never crossed my mind that boys that young could be into that sort of
thing.

The two rascals were slurping on each other's dicks hungrily. Their
heads bobbed at both ends, sucking, swallowing their glistening
hard-ons. Dylan's little boner was uncut and the older chap played
with the foreskin, skinning it up and down the cherry dickhead. The
short woody fit nicely into his mouth and he could gobble it up right
to the root.

At the other end, Jacob's boycock was meatier. It was a decent
circumcised tool for a young teen. And Dylan savoured every inch,
stuffing his mouth with the throbbing flesh.

The horny couple moaned loudly as they sucked each other. They
alternated position, trading places, Dylan going over his companion.
Then they resumed the show, slobbering over their stiff young
pricks, pleasuring each other at the same time with their little
mouths.

  "Are you almost there?" Jacob asked.

  "Yeah! Keep on! I'm gonna cum soon!"

The older lad pursued his ministrations, wanking the little penis of
his partner and flicking his tongue at the peehole. "Oh! Uhhh! Yeah!"
Dylan chanted, trashing on the mattress. I recognized the usual noises
coming from the boy. I knew he was close to the edge. Dylan yelped and
his dick blasted a single jet of watery fluid across Jacob's cheek.
The boy wiped away the pubescent droplets and claimed his turn through
the gates of nirvana.

Dylan scrambled on the bed, laying on his back while the other kid
straddled his face. "Eat my cum this time!" Jacob suggested strongly.

  "No! I don't want to..."

  "Come on! I ate yours last time!" Jacob insisted.

After a few seconds of deliberation, the blond boy nodded. "Okay-ay.
Squirt in my mouth."

The young teenager smiled and slipped his hard pecker into the waiting
mouth. He balanced his hips gently, eyeing his shaft clamped by the
sweet lips. The prospect of seeing Dylan drink that kid's boyjuice
made my cock twitch in my jeans. I fondled the bulge through the denim,
rubbing it to alleviate the ache.

Jacob thrust his wet boycock faster. I could see the dimples on the
side of his buttock as he slid deep into Dylan's oral cavity until his
small patch of pubes was right under his nose. He was exploiting the
kid's piehole, fucking that innocent face, groaning louder and louder.

  "Uhhh! Open yer mouth!" he called urgently.

Dylan obeyed the command. I gazed intently at Jacob's pulsating dick
shoot globs of white sauce straight into the emptiness of the kid's
throat. I sure would have given everything to take the young teen's
place and ejaculate into that boy's mouth.

Jacob jerked his prick under the crown with his thumb and forefinger,
sending his discharge directly on target. His sperm erupted five
times. The last spurt oozed on the blondie's lower lip. I stayed there
until the very end and was rewarded by the sight of the little whelp
gulping down all that spunk. My own seed spilled out into my jockeys.

That very night, I had enough of playing the saintly figure. When
Dylan shut the light and hopped into bed, I climbed on top of his
back, crushing him into the mattress. He exhaled loudly but did not
protest to my assault. I began to hump his little behind gently,
wedging my cock in his asscrack.

The downy yellow duvet all over him tickled my sweaty skin. He was so
small and sexy under my teenaged frame. I pulled down his underoos and
gazed at that wonderful kiddy ass, so round and perky. Dylan cooed and
breathed louder, preparing mentally to be tucked.

There was so much pre-cum leaking from my dick that I didn't have any
trouble sliding it between those little cheeks again. I rubbed my
slimy hard cock in the valley of his butt again and again. Dylan
gasped each time it grazed his anus, afraid it would enter him
painfully in one swift thrust.

Finally, I grabbed my eight-inch pole in the dark, and sought the
entrance to his intimate furnace. The hot lil' hole was shut tight in
the middle of the cleft and I pushed down upon finding it, feeling the
resistant lips strangle the tip of my cockhead.

  "Ughhhhnnnnn.." Dylan yelped out, the more I invaded him with my fat
pipe. The pleasure robbed the wind out of me. I breathed with
difficulty as I sank into his juvenile rectum, awed by the vivid
sensation of real sex. It was nothing like my fantasies. The little
sphincter was clamped hard around my rigid prick, milking it with
every motion in and out.

I could have cried to the heavens, but dreaded alerting the folks.
Neither of us wanted that, and we kept much of our grunts to a
minimum. Dylan especially ensured his trap was shut. He whimpered
inside as I crammed my cock slowly into him.

The bed creaked lightly, like a rodent squirming, accompanying the
luscious swaying of my hips. I slid half of my wide phallus in the
passive kid, utterly overwhelmed by the grand intensity of our union.

With time, Dylan's small anus relaxed. I could plough into him easily,
hoisted on the comfy cushion of his buttocks. It was simply fantastic
to fuck the little tramp like that, gently and amorously, relishing
the squishy embrace of his insides on my swollen spike.

Dylan rested his head on the pillow and smiled, enjoying the ride,
purring like a kitten. I continued to fuck him for long minutes,
making the pleasure rise and rise inside my cock. My balls were
bloated and achy, filling to capacity with fresh spunk. Then I went
over the threshold and my body shuddered.

My penis literally vomited all that sperm into the little boy. I came
and came again, surfing the blissful jolts of ecstasy. The thick sauce
tingled deliciously as it raced out of my canal. I must have unloaded
a gallon of pent-up juice into his butt.

The next day, we acted like nothing special had happened and got back
to the usual routine of our sibling rivalry. You know the drill. He
did something to annoy me and I punched him on the arm until he rolled
on the floor from the pain.

School was about to start in two weeks and as it was customary for the
boy, he got an invitation to go to his uncle's chalet on lake Lawton.
"Come fishing with me! C'mon! Pleeze!" he begged me, tugging on my arm
like a wild ape.

  "Fuck off!" I barked, happy to crush the runt's hopes.

In the end however, I went along with Dylan. I don't know why?
Perhaps, out of pity?

We were dropped off in the middle of the forest, on the shore of a
small deserted fresh water lake. The man who welcomed us was in his
forties, kinda dignified yet easy going. Very unlike what I had
imagined an uncle Tom in Dylan's family would be like.

He seemed glad to see his nephew and hugged him warmly with a
wandering hand in the back of his shorts. After that, Dylan introduced
me to the friendly chap. There was an aura of sincere good-heartedness
surrounding the man. It made you feel right at home.

During lunch, I could tell something was fishy between him and the
kid. The way he cuddled him on his lap and tickled his ribs.

After dinner, Dylan and me went swimming in the lake. He had a skimpy
red Speedo glued to his mid-section, outlining his little dick and
balls. The near nakedness of the lad made my temperature rise as we
ruff housed in the water.

I dunked his head under the surface, pretending to drown him. He
kicked me and squeezed my balls, in order to elude me and suck a
breath of air in his lungs. I retaliated at once, pinching his buns
roughly.

  "Stop grabbing my ass, you big FAG!" he yelled. His outrage echoed
by the wilderness.

  "You're the faggot!" I snarled, chasing him out of the water, into
a thick patch of trees. The branches whipped my naked skin as I dashed
blindly, deeper in the forest, running after my prey. Dylan's giggles
guided my steps.

Eventually, the boy tripped on the mossy ground. I was right on him,
covering his body with my weight. "Get off me!!" he screamed,
squirming like a worm, in a futile attempt to get away. I tackled him
and held him down. He trashed under me, his legs flailed in the air
but he could not evade my grasp.

I enjoyed the playful confrontation. The feel of his supple flesh
rubbing against mine. His stiff pecker brushing the inside of my
thigh. "Argghhhhhhh! Lemme go!" he screamed again.

  "Only if you blow me like you did to Jacob!" I blurted out, in the
heat of the battle.

  "NOOOOO! You're mean!"

I pursued my wrestling with the weak boy. My fingers slipped under the
waistband of his swim suit and pulled it down his skinny legs. His
body had acquired a crisp golden colour from the summer sun, except for
his groin, which had remained pale. His hairless genitals were a nice
creamy white.

I cupped his little nuts in the palm of my hand, letting my big finger
furrow under his perineum. Dylan calmed down and watched merrily as I
began to molest him. My mouth salivated, seeing the young member so
stiff. I brought it down on it, engulfing the entire pre-pubescent
morsel.

It was exhilarating to see the cute grimaces of joy on the blondie's
face as I sucked his dick with such ravenous hunger. He tugged on my
damp Bermuda trunks and my hairy prick sprung out under his eyes. His
wet fingers wrapped around my pole. His lips kissed my sizzling flesh.

I watched him an instant, lapping up my long erection like a dog. He
pursed his lips and swallowed all of my helmet, running his tongue all
around it. My soul soared, seeing him finally eating my teenage meat.
I returned to his dick, taking it back into my warm cavity.

We were both so feverishly passionate. As if we had waited a century
to do this. Above us the wind was whistling through the trees. The
crows were flying in circle. It was wild and raw. I licked and sucked
his excited organ with renewed ardour. My forefinger entered his
quivering anus and he flinched.

The more I fingerfucked him, the more the little boy moaned louder.
The scant length of his dick was so hard between my sliding lips. I
darted my tongue at his peehole, tasting the sweet nectar of pre-cum.
With my finger lodged deep in his asshole and my mouth working its
magic on his boyprick, Dylan didn't last long.

He stiffened and came, mooing raspy sighs of satisfaction. I groaned
as he focused on sucking my hard-on with devotion. With my legs
spread wide, I surveyed the kneeling kid take his post between them
and bob his head on my rampant rod. His right hand grasped my hairy
nuts while his other one squeezed the base of my shaft.

He fed his narrow mouth as much as he could of my throbbing phallus.
"Ohhhh shit! Yeahhhh! Uhhhhhh!" I squealed, eyeing his cute mug go
down faster and faster. The suction made his cheeks cave in. My chest
heaved from the fantastic blowjob. I tried to hold on but his little
mouth kept siphoning my cock, urging me to blow my wad.

Dylan did not read the signs and I shot my first load on the roof of
his mouth. He quickly release my pulsing prick from his lips and
jacked it, milking out blast after blast of hot jizz. The greater arcs
splashed across his face. The last dollops oozed onto his wanking
hand.

That evening, a new kind of bond had formed between me and the
eleven-year-old rascal. I lay in bed next the boy without feeling one
bit of hostility towards him. In the other bedroom, uncle Tom was
snoring. We were restless and chattered for a while.

Dylan confessed that it was his uncle Tom who had taught him how to
play the sex games, starting at five-years-old in the very same
chalet. The man had fondled his pee-pee and licked his butthole in
the tub. Then over the years, he had been trained to suck an adult
cock aptly.

His cousins and his friend Jacob often came over to have elaborate
orgies. Sometimes, there were as much as seven teen and pre-teen boys
sucking and fucking all together. The kid told the tales bluntly,
recalling happily the memories of those sexual encounters.

I got horny again listening to the incredible affair. My dick was
making a huge lump in the front of my briefs. It did not go unnoticed
by Dylan, who chuckled at the undisputable effect he was having on me.
"You wanna do my butt again?" he said, smiling broadly with a twinkle
in his eyes.

I nodded. The kid took off his underwear and lurched to the commode. I
gazed at the nude backside while he rummaged in the drawers. "Look at
this!" he chirped, showing me a big plastic cock made of jelly. "And
this!" he added, displaying some butt plugs, videotapes and handcuffs.
Seems like uncle Tom was equipped to party.

Dylan found a bottle of lubricant and tossed it to me. I smeared the
content on my raging hard-on, while he wrapped his legs behind his
head, offering me his bottom hole. The willing child never ceased to
amaze me. This time, the light was on and I would be able to see all
the lurid details of our copulation.

I aligned my glistening dickhead in front of his puckered hole and
sank into him, hearing his whimpers of pain. The boiling heat of his
guts engulfed my penis. I nailed his legs down on the mattress with my
hands and pumped his little ass from the get go.

My dick disappeared further and further into his tight shithole with
every passing moment. His mouth was wide-open in a silent scream, his
eyes glazed. I bucked my hips and fucked him deeper, mounting on top of
him to ram my cock with more force in his rectum.

His well-used anus opened to my pounding on the down stroke, and
munched on my glans on the outstroke, keeping it from leaving the
entrance to his tunnel. Dylan was definitely a prime slut. I thought
more and more that he really adored getting fucked.

When my balls began to spank his crack, I knew I had successfully
crammed all eight inches into him. My mind went in overload and I
pistonned his boy butt wildly. Dylan attached himself to my shoulders
and looked between his legs at my slimy fuckstick jabbing into his red
little hole.

  "Ughhhhh! Ughghhh! Ughghhhhh!" he repeated, curling his toes, lost
in the muscle-numbing violence of the brisk intercourse.

I keeled to my side and raised him over me, allowing him an instant to
catch his breath. He was impaled on my pole to the hilt. I could feel
the elastic ring of his anus compressing the root of my shaft. He
jacked his little boner and bounced on me. Then he raised his butt and
came down, fucking himself on my prong, grunting like a bear.

I pushed my crotch up do meet his ass. We collided like that as we
fucked on, fused into one machine of bliss. Dylan's wails were his
loudest when I spread his buttocks and thrust my entire prick like a
missile up his distended anus.

Suddenly, a huge flash of light burst into my eyes. My irises
re-adjusted only to see the old man in the doorway with a camera. My
heart pounded upon being discovered with my cock up his nephew's ass.
Dylan giggled like a girl.

"Oh don't let me stop you!" Tom exclaimed, taking a seat next to the
bed. "Go on, finish what you have started young man."

Once the initial shock was over, I placed Dylan on all fours and buried
myself in his backdoor again. From the corner of my eye, I could see
the perverted fella choking his cock. There was an additional thrill
now; fucking the little boy with a captive audience.

I grasped the blondie's shoulders and perched myself behind him. With
all the energy I could muster, I drove my steely cock ball deep into
his tail end. It must have been quite a scene for Tom, seeing my wide
teenage cock, pounding into his squealing nephew's tiny asshole.

  "Argghh! ARGHHHHH! ARHGHHHH!" I grunted, sensing the immense
pleasure about to wash over me. Within seconds, my thick sauce was
spraying all over the kid's buns. I let out a long groan of pure
delight, eyeing my discharge shoot into the gaping anus of my little
Stepbrother. The sore hole opened and closed as if it was trying to
eat my gooey cum.

Over the course of the week, Tom and me had plenty of fun with the boy
and watched all those tapes. We sodomized Dylan at least eight times
each. I think he enjoyed it every time.

The next year, his mom split with my dad. She took half of his money
with her. And she took Dylan with her, of course. All I have left is
the pornographic picture of that night at uncle Tom's chalet. I met a
boy my age and I think I really love him. Before, it would have been
impossible for me to admit that. Now it is. I owed it all to Dylan.

THE END.