*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* 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: (tb, bb, oral, anal, voy) style: contemporary URBAN TAILS #6 by DEBONAIR (The Little Voyeur) At the age of eight-years-old, my best buddy was called Casey. We were friends since forever it seemed. He was in my class at the elementary school and lived a few floors above, in the building where my parents had moved. His apartment was our sanctuary. Born from a vanished father and an absent mother, the place allowed us to play as we pleased without being bothered. Casey was an athletic boy yet skinny, small for a kid of eight. His brown hair was shaven right to the scalp every month, which made his clear blue eyes seem larger. A tooth was missing to his grin and his small nose was upturned. All in all, a typical boy who didn't ask much from life and lived every day of his childhood with careless abandon. As for me, you could say I was the opposite. Already, intellectual and reserved, with my little round glasses and my serious mug. I admired the carefree attitude of my friend. He had nothing to hide and a contagious energy that I fed upon to lift my spirit. It was the time of our first sexual impulses. Casey had no shame and took showers without closing the door. My curiosity had me admiring his nude pre-pubescent body, hidden behind the doorway. The water was glistening on his soft skin while he whistled some nutty tune. I could have stayed hours, watching his perky buns and his flaccid worm flailing between his thighs. Without a doubt, he made my dickie hard. Nothing was more exciting than contemplating a naked body that wasn't mine. Casey fondled his genitals. He pulled on the foreskin to clean up the end of his sensitive member. I wondered if he had discovered the sweet joys of masturbation and the ecstasy of first tingly orgasms like I had. Sometimes, we ruffhoused in our underwear, mimicking the locks of professional wrestlers. I wallowed in the delights of his warm body glued against mine. My short dick was stiff in my panties as I wrapped my arms around him in a friendly hug. Our high-pitched laughter resonated in the living room and I could feel his hard boydick brush against my thigh. It was a moment of pure joy for my boyish heart. This forbidden pleasure was a secret uniting us. For a long time, our sex games remained innocent. We would show each other our weenies soft and hard. We touched our testicles and caressed awkwardly our little boners, chuckling out loud. I didn't ask for more and masturbated fiercely, imagining my buddy naked on his bed, cumming like crazy with his hand on his boydick. I pondered constantly the possibility that Casey had tasted the same pleasure. But I was too shy to touch on the subject with him. Then one day, as we were fondling our woodies, I was shocked to see a sly shine in the eye of Casey. He knelt before me and started to lick my hairless balls. "What are you doing?" "Wait! Look!" he snapped back. My blood froze in my veins when his pink tongue flicked along my erection. I could not believe my eyes and my face began to turn red from embarrassment. With both hands, he pulled on my buttocks and swallowed my penis completely. I thought I would cum immediately for the hot wetness of his oral cavity was so amazing on my pulsating peter. A sigh of delight escaped my lungs as I watched his purple lips slide over to my bald mound. I didn't know much about sex. Only that it was forbidden and there I was, stark naked, getting my first blow job at eight-years-old. A tornado of emotion boiled in my head. It was all very delicious and intense. Casey was sucking me hungrily. He played with my pecker, swirling his tongue under the crown, nibbling my scrotum and sucking again on my dickie. I could feel my penis hitting his palate or rubbing the inside of his cheeks. I lost my breath, seeing so much devotion to satisfy my little organ. Only a few minutes of suction were necessary to make me shiver with bliss. The little imp grinned widely, glad to have made me come out of my shell and proud of his insolence. "You do it to me now!" he said with a commanding tone. Naturally, I had to return the favour. I slithered between his legs and tasted his stiffy. The notion seemed comical. Nonetheless, my lips wrapped around his boner and I began to suck him as best as I could. On his face, funny grimaces were forming with every assault of my horny mouth. I could discern the mounting pleasure in him. He radiated, eyeing me eating his little cock with a considerable appetite. His tiny titties were hard. "Yesss like that! Again like that! Ohhhh" he raved. Finally, for the first time, I saw him cum. I knew, deep inside me, he was experiencing the same ecstasy that I had discovered. He moaned loudly, his mouth agape, eyes glazed over, lost in the spasms of his kiddy cum. It was funny to see him like that, so vulnerable and happy at the same time. Almost every day, we did it again. We sucked each other until our penises were red and sore. Sometimes, at the same time, one on top of the other, our mouths full of the vibrant flesh. We could amuse ourselves for hours, taking a break once in a while, to postpone our blissful orgasms, so that we could cum harder, later, letting out an hysterical howl of relief. We were two boys alone, possessing the key to instantaneous happiness between our legs. Casey also showed me the more subtle delights of the bumhole. He tickled my anus with his frisky tongue and I trembled with pleasure, drowning in the sweet tingly sensations. His little humid sponge bathed my crack and licked my receptive hole. I had the courage to imitate him. I spread his round mounds with two hands and surveyed the pink orifice awaiting me, hoping not to find what I was expecting. His behind was clean and I took on the task of wetting his pucker. With each swipe of my tongue, I could see his hole opening slowly. Obviously, he loved to have his asshole eaten. Casey raised his tail end for me to sink my nose in. The tip of my tongue slipped inside him to lick the rim of his anal ring. He jacked off like crazy, while I stimulated his hole. I don't remember seeing him more serene as when he benefited from my oral intrusion. The sudden twist to our usually innocent sex games didn't worry me. My body was alive, ready to give and receive all the sexual pleasure a pre-pubescent body could muster. However, I had a hard time believing Casey had summoned the adult games strictly from the well of his sterile imagination. The question floated on the surface of my conscience. Until the answer left me flabbergasted. -=- It had been scheduled that I make a family visit to grandma, but she was indisposed that day. I jumped on the occasion to go play with my pal at his place. The door wasn't locked, as usual, but Casey was not home. I waited patiently in his room, teasing the tropical fish in his aquarium. His steps echoed up the stairwell and I had the idea of hiding in the closet, to make him a surprise, in the hopes of stopping his heart a few seconds with a scream straight out of horror films. Much to my dismay, another individual was following Casey in his bedroom. He was tall and spoke with a low voice. >From my hiding spot, I could see through the crack of the door that it was Ian. The young teenager wore loose fitting jeans, a t-shirt and a bandana around his forehead. Ian was feared and admired in the neighbourhood. He was fifteen and ruled the streets with his 'cool' style and big muscles. "So? You want those smokes? Strip off!" the tall boy muttered. Casey bore his tough face, but I could tell he was nervous. He slipped his shorts and undies down his slender legs and removed his sweater. At the same time, Ian lowered his denim pants, examining his juvenile partner with bubbly eyes. "You're gonna suck me..." I was slightly jealous, seeing my best buddy being intimate with somebody else. Since Casey's mind had no secret for me, I knew he was with the big boy out of his free will, probably on another adventurous journey to experience some new thrills. He knelt, buck naked, in front of the visitor and pulled on his boxers. The adolescent prick leaped in his cute mug. I had to withhold my wince of shock from seeing that mature organ. The long cock was at least seven semi-soft inches and some patches of hair covered his balls and pubes. Casey quickly kneaded the expanding flesh with his little paws. He fed his mouth the slab of meat and suckled it. I watched his distended cheeks as he tried to take more of the pulsing mass. Ian pushed his rigid pole in his mouth, holding his ears for support. A few drops of sweat rolled on my temples. The fear of being caught made me shudder. I was perfectly aware that Casey and me were children, eight-year-old boys who could be forgiven anything because of our innocence. It wasn't the case for Ian. The spectacle unfolding before me was somewhat sordid. But I could not look away from my friend's pink tongue dancing on the enormous phallus. "Ohhh yess! Suck me good! ughhhh" Ian moaned. Casey smiled, realizing the satisfaction he was giving to the older boy. He pulled on the big erection with his skinny fingers and pumped incessantly the bloated knob with his small mouth. When it was shoved in his cavity, the adult prong filled it to capacity. He was manipulating the large pole aptly, using all the attributes of his mouth to give pleasure to his lanky partner. Between his thighs, his little pricklet, like a finger, was pointing at the ceiling. "Stop it now!" The teenager barked suddenly to the eager youngster. "Stop, if you don't wanna drink my jizz!" "Are you gonna do it in my ass again?" Casey yipped softly. "Yeah. I'm ready to FUCK you now!" With that, my young compadre climbed on the bed, presenting his adorable fanny while Ian smeared some lotion on his engorged member. I was still too young to know all the vices of the bedroom. My eyes were stinging when Ian aligned his long hard prick in front of the minuscule pink hole. Casey spread his pale buns and the big log sank softly into him. "Ouch!! Ughhhhhhhhh Ouch! Ouch!" He yelped as his chest heaved. "Open your asshole! Shit! Let me fuck you!" Ian exclaimed. The wide cock disappeared slowly into my buddy's rectum. One inch, two inches, three inches and more than half. The skin of his anus strangled the diameter of the shaft. Seeing the union of this teenager with my little friend made me dizzy. I bit my nails, imagining the pain he was feeling from that big spike lodged into his guts. I wasn't able to recognize my buddy and couldn't comprehend his utter submission to this grotesque torture. I was viewing the scene like I would a movie. Detached and cold. As if they were strangers. With each passing moment, Ian climbed over the little boy to slide his cock deeper into his ass. He was moving slowly in and out while the kid grasped the bed sheets with his fists. The teenage prick looked even fatter, stuck between the small white melons. "Ahhhhhh." Ian exhaled. "I love to fuck you!" he commented, shoving his dick in with heavier and harder thrusts of his hips. His hairy testicles were dangling, blocking my line of sight. However, I could see clearly the facial contortions of Casey. Grimaces of pain and pleasure, as the big cock ploughed his entrails. The warm odours of copulation tickled my nostrils. A frenetic trance had taken over their bodies. They were concentrated on the horrible act. Gradually, the rhythm became more tribal. Ian held on to the small body between his legs and slammed his long stick in the dilated hole. Loud groans rose from the duo. I could not believe my senses and I could not have imagined seeing my best friend get sodomized by a big teenager at eight-years-old. He remained passive, tense, allowing the huge phallus to piston his butt. In a snap, Ian flipped him over on his back like a puppet. He crushed his ankles on the mattress and plunged into his gaping asshole again. This time, the long prick hit bottom and the big nuts bounced on the bum of the fuckee. Casey was totally possessed, unable to move as the teenager proceeded to bugger him brutally. My lungs were lacking air after seeing so many extreme images. The bed was creaking and their moans filled my ears. I could see the fat sausage ram in and out of the little anus faster than the wink of an eye. "Ohhhh yeahh! Take my big cock in yer lil' ass! Ohgghhhhh! Yeah lil' fuck!!" "Ooouuhhhhh Ouuhhhhhhhh OHH! OHH! OHH!!!" the kid hooted. The face of the teen was beaming. He was groaning all the time, assuredly enchanted to have found such a docile partner with a tight little hole for his big cock. Cringing his teeth, he bucked his hips violently and the sound of his balls colliding with the rear end of the kid resembled a gunshot. POW POW POW POW "Yeah!" Ian howled. POW POW "In yer ass!" POW POW POW "OH YESS! " POW POW "Orghhh! Orghhh! Orghhh!" POW POW POW In the middle of this craziness, the tall teenager pulled out and jacked off, moaning and howling out of joy. His cock began to piss white cream all over the tummy of Casey, all the way to his reddened face. From the tip of his canon, the thick glue spurted and spurted again. He writhed with each shot. Cum was another aspect of sex I did not know about, of course. I stood paralysed for long minutes until they got dressed and left the bedroom. The whole thing had been a gruesome lesson, leaving me nearly ill. And at the time, I surely could not fathom that only one week after that, it would be in my tight bottom that Ian would drive his fat teen cock. THE END.