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

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




URBAN TAILS #7    by DEBONAIR
(Indecent proposal)

   At the time it happened, I owned an apartment complex consisting of
six units in a poverty-stricken area of the city. The tenants were 
mostly elderly people, quiet folks. On the last floor lived a single man
with his nine-year-old son.
 
This tenant had moved in recently in the pad next to mine. My new neigh-
bour was a strong fella, with gray hair, solidly built. His name was
Milos and he radiated a boorish aura typical of Slovak men.

The kid was named Jakub. A skinny child spending most of his days just
hanging out in the stairwell. It seemed his father barely managed to 
make ends meet. The boy always wore the same t-shirt with holes in them
and a pair of skimpy red shorts clinging to his firm little behind. I 
found him adorable despite the angular traits of his face and a mop of 
unruly auburn hair. As with most redheads, his skin was milky white
and his nose covered with angry freckles.

Whenever Jakub crossed my path, he'd give me one of those warm glances
with his big brown eyes and say, "Hello Mister!" It was through him I
learned that they both had fled over here from the Czech republic and had
been roaming from one place to the next for the last five years. 

I could have listened to his cheerful soprano voice for hours. My 
attraction to the boy was tremendous. However, I did not want to get too 
close because of the intimidating omnipresence of his father nearby. 

Jakub sensed my reluctance. Therefore, he dragged me to the basement. 
"Come with me! I have something to show you." He would say. In the 
utility room where there was a washer and drier next to a row of 
lockers, Jakub performed cartwheels. "Bravo!" I praised him. 

The limber imp already had the skills of an accomplished gymnast. I 
marvelled at his ability to do the split and twist his bony limbs like
a pretzel. The youngster beamed from my sincere wonderment. I felt sad 
leaving him to his loneliness afterwards.

At the time, I was denying my perverse impulses, hiding them in a dark
corner of my soul. But my subconscious was not disposed to spare me that
burden. The images of a peculiar event in my childhood kept coming 
back to me in the form of elaborate dreams, reminding me of that part of
me.

I was five-years-old when it happened. I could recall every detail of 
that evening when two boys were assigned to baby-sit me, instead of 
Sarah, my usual guardian. I loved the clumsy girl dearly, but the idea of
having two specimens of my gender to share my toys with had galvanized my
spirit.

The two mates who showed up for that unique occasion were named Izzy and
Michael. They were both twelve. I guess my mother calculated in her mind
that two twelve-year-old boys amounted to a twenty-four-year-old adult.

Both lads didn't seem very elated with their predicament. After all, 
babysitting was a chore for a girl, not for a virile young male. But I 
was easy to take care of, an outgoing naive tyke, constantly smiling and
chirping. They tried to ignore me at first, but eventually, my angelic 
charm won them over and they played with me on the carpet, rolling 
miniature cars on imaginary streets. 

I quickly became accustomed to my new fresh-faced buddies, regardless of
the fact that they pretended to be tough cookies, clad in blue jeans and
black jackets. They taught me how to say 'fuck' in the nastiest way, 
laughing out loud from the silly accomplishment, which in turn would 
send me into a fit of giggles. 

Izzy was the leader, a tall chap with inky hair and deep charcoal eyes 
that sparkled with a certain malevolence. Michael was the follower, a 
scrawnier kid, his face sporting a goofy grin of submission.

When bath time came, they undressed me and laid my small ass in the 
warm water. "Wash me!" I demanded as they stood still like giraffes in a
zoo. Those rookies were definitely not familiar with the gig. A cake of
soap in hand, they commenced rubbing my body, lathering me up. It was 
especially enjoyable to have two additional hands on my nakedness. I
popped a boner and we all chuckled.

   "Oh man! He's got a woody!" Michael pointed out the evidence.

Fingers tugged on my erection. Meanwhile, another finger explored my
backside and darted at my anus. I giggled some more, feeling the soapy
digit tickled me in the most intimate spot. Of course, I did not know 
what was going on, but this was genuine naughty fun!
   
They fondled my baby dick and my small ballbag a while, then Izzy threw 
a sly glance at his partner. "Do you wanna do it?" He asked bluntly.

Michael nodded.

After they briefly dried me up with a towel, I was carried to my bed in
their arms. It seemed to me like I was flying. "I'm superman," I 
shouted. It was very exciting to be naked with my new friends. The 
other babysitter dressed me up right away, embarrassed by my nudity. 

I sprung on the mattress gleefully, until Michael lowered his head 
between my short legs and engulfed my cocklet in his mouth, sucking on 
it ravenously. The delicious tingles brought a warm and fuzzy feeling
inside me. I cackled like a hyena, seeing the tween do that to my wee-
wee.
    
Needless to say, it took hours before I got to put on my pjs. Both 
older boys took off their pants and underwear, joining me on the bed. 

   "Suck on my dick, like I done to ya." Michael said.

I approached my face to the hairless crotch and grabbed the hard pre-
teen stick, holding it between my fingers as my lips slid upon it. Some
sort of fluid leaked out of the vibrant boyhood, but it did not impede 
my enthusiasm for the naughty deed. After a while, Izzy crawled to us on
his knees. His dick was much longer and chubbier. I went down on it, 
sucking it in the same fashion. 

They hissed and made guttural noises. Whenever, I put one of the boys'
penises in my mouth, I would be encouraged, "Yeahhh, that's it... suck 
my dick!" 

The two boycocks were standing up proudly before my eyes, moist from my
saliva with bald purple heads. I tried to give equal attention to the 
two erections, the big one from Izzy and the smaller one of Michael, 
using my tongue and clamping my lips around them.

While I performed on Izzy, behind me, the other lad spread my little 
buns apart, spraying baby oil on my crack. Before I even realized what 
had developed, Michael had lurched into me. The young prick wasn't that
big and I did not experience much pain. In fact, I thought it was 
hilarious. 

Gripping me at the waist, Michael pumped my baby butt, slamming hard 
into me as I strained to continue sucking Izzy's willy. I was taking 
cock at both ends, I was the star of a hot three-way! Yet it all seemed
innocent and playful to me.

Michael's hard dick was racing in and out of my virgin anus. I shook 
from the assaults. Izzy put his hand on the nape of my neck to ensure 
his erection would not come out of my little mouth as he fucked my face.
The two molesters were jubilant and looking down at me with lust, 
which I interpreted as admiration.

Michael's dick pulled out of my hole. The pubescent boy groaned and shot
a watery jet of kidcum on my pale buttocks. Izzy took over, flipping me
on my back. He mounted me like I had a pussy. This time, I felt the 
stinging pain of the wider shaft enlarge my anus. A litany of puppy 
cries escaped my lips. My baby feet in the air, Izzy sank deep into me, 
rutting feverishly and ranting, "Uhhh uhhhh oh fuck! He's so fucking 
tight!"

I just laid there under him, getting my second buttfuck, breathing in 
ragged gasps and becoming sweaty all over. There was a crazed look on 
Izzy's face, as if he was possessed. His pupils were dilated. His 
entire body was molten lava.

I hung from his neck. Eventually, the pain subsided. And for the next
minutes, the big boy ploughed into my oily bumhole, until he shuddered 
and yelped, coming inside me.

It did not end after they had made of me a thoroughly deflowered 
toddler. They kept going at it, with more energy. I could feel their 
balls slap on my ass during the numerous sessions of vigorous fucking 
that ensued. The buggers must have figured that stumbling upon a willing
participant was a chance of a lifetime. And they were not about let it 
pass.

I was more than happy to oblige, chuckling as they found various 
acrobatic positions for me to take their dicks in my butt. They fucked 
me again and again, shooting their timid loads in my mouth or my rectum.

Thirty years later, I still had a vivid souvenir of that incident. Not
a bitter one, despite having been abused by two twelve-year-old boys. 
After all, I understood how they could have been inclined to do me. I
know I would have too in their place.

The arrival of Jakub in the building represented a temptation. As much
as I tried not to think about him, my brain conjured up images of the 
nude pre-pubescent boy. In my fantasies, he was sucking me off until I 
spewed long creamy jets on his freckled mug. He would open his mouth
and swallow my seed, licking his lips.


                               -=- 


   During a hot summer evening, when I was bored, watching reruns on TV,
I heard stifled moans emanating from my neighbour's apartment. My ear
glued to the wall, I recognize the sounds of a couple making love. 

Obviously Milos was not made of stone. But I had not figured him to be
very active in the sack at his age. A common prejudice. He had proved
me wrong and seduced a broad, or perhaps acquired the services of a
whore?

The carnal noise increased gradually as the fervour surged. "Ohhhh 
ohhhhhhmmmmm annggh! angghhhh!"

The low voice of the man resonated like a gloomy chant. "OHHH! YESS! 
OHHH HONEY TAKE MY COCK!" Sometimes, high-pitched yelps punctuated the
the intercourse. The mattress creaked and soon the head of the bed began
bumping against the wall, gently, then louder.

*BANG* *BANG* *BANG* *BANG* *BANG-BANG* *BANG-BANG* *BANG-BANG-BANG*

A smile on my lips, I indulged in the erotic music. The notion that 
this old guy was nailing some floozy didn't fire me up. It was only 
funny.

Then things took on a different turn. The coitus became more violent and
the man roared, "YES! TAKE MY COCK IN YOUR LIL' ASS! UH! UH!! YEAH,
THAT'S IT LIL' FUCK!"

"Annggh! Annnngghghh!!!" the other voice screamed. But this shrill voice
could only have been that of his son. I was absolutely sure of it. And
the kid was getting sodomized real hard by his own dad as far as I could
tell.

For minutes, my cheek to the wall, I jacked off listening to the groans
of ecstasy and suffering, suddenly perked up, visualizing the fragile
boy, jostled by the torrid assaults of the adult cock.

"Angh! UGGH! DADDY! UGGHHH! Annnngghghh!!!" The child complained all the
way to the end when the man's yell of passion detonated, signifying he
had climaxed. 

I came and remained frozen, transfixed by what I had just heard, musing
that perhaps my mind was playing tricks on me.


                               -=- 

   
   I possessed a skeleton key for all the apartments in the building.
The next morning, on a whim, I decided to introduce myself in Milos'
unit, fuelled by an obsession for the kid and yearning to find evidence
of what had occurred on the eve. 

Making sure silence reigned, I entered, heading for Jakub's bedroom. It
was a boy's room like many others, maybe less cluttered with expensive
toys. Star Wars figurines were scattered on the commode. Miniature socks
and briefs were strewn on the hardwood floor. I wallowed in the Disney 
bed cover, breathing in the aromas of childhood, imagining the warm
delicate boy asleep underneath it.

Just as my reason prompted me to reconsider the madness of my actions, I
heard soft steps. The little red-head was standing there, with an 
inquisitive expression on his mug. The unexpected encounter flabbergasted
me and I babbled.
 
   "I- I, I heard a weird noise and came to see..."

   "Oh."  

Evidently, the kid didn't not believe one word. I staggered, seeking the
exit, under the mocking stare of the nine-year-old boy, visibly 
amused to have caught an adult red-handed.

As if things could not get worse, I bumped into his father, blocking
the doorway with his imposing stature. My heart leapt in my throat.

   "Can I ask you what you are doing in my son's bedroom, mister?" He
demanded coldly.

   "Eh-"

   "Jakub told me you were ogling at him in the stairs."

   "..."

I was petrified, unable to provide a plausible excuse to explain my
illegal entry into their residence and respond to the pernicious 
accusations of my tenant.

   "Tell me," Milos spoke gently. "What do you think of Jakub? He's a
cute boy, uh?"

   "Eh - Yes, of course," I said, blushing.

   "Can I be indiscreet?"

Without waiting for a reply, Milos pursued. "Are you well-endowed?

   "Excuse me?"

   "Do you have a big cock?"

   "Yes." I admitted, knowing I could rival with any stud, because
of the nine-inch sword I could take out of my pants.

   "Excellent! I have a proposition for you. For sometimes now, I've had 
a fantasy involving a man who's very hung and my son."

   "I don't understand."

   "You understand very well. My dick is unfortunately quite average and
I wish to offer Jakub a more substantial contribution before it's too
late. I would enjoy very much seeing you in action. We could then forget
about today's embarrassing situation."

My eyes turned to the boy, oblivious to the innuendos of our conver-
sation. I was the victim of a delicious blackmail. I thought I was 
dreaming. The prospect of fucking the coveted kid in front of his dad
enticed me, despite the disturbing aspect of the offer. Upon noticing
the bulge in my trousers, Milos knew I had accepted.

   "Take your clothes off, Jakub." He said to his son.

   "Daddy, the man will play the secret game with me." The youngster
peeped.

   "Yes, be a nice boy and undress."

Jakub removed his sneakers and his socks, throwing sly grins in our
direction. He continued to strip while Milos sat in a comfy armchair
facing his son's bed. I knelt in front of the kid to lower his tiny
briefs. Finally, I could feast on the frail creature's nudity. His penis
was very small and his soft balls were barely hanging under his abdomen.

He fled and climbed on his bed. I followed him to caress his velvet
skin and fondle his hardening worm. The frisky rascal was a ball of 
exuberance. His giggles soared when my mouth imprisoned his genitals
in their moist embrace. "Mmmmmmm" Jakub appreciated as I suckled him.

With my tongue, I travelled to his nuts, between his thighs, all the way
to his round white bottom. The little Czech had a bubble butt, naturally
parted, showing his puckered rosebud. I plunged my slimy sponge in the
hole slightly distended by the frequent visits of his father.

   "Pull down the man's pants and suck his dick." Milos commanded.

The youngster bounced to the edge of the bed and tugged on my zipper. 
Soon, my trousers and my underwear were piled up around my ankles. My 
half-erect prick dangled under his button nose. He grasped my hairy balls
with one hand and with the other manipulated my fat sausage. I could 
hardly believe that Jakub was only nine on the account of his 
spontaneous ministrations.

My penis swelled in his paw, my foreskin retracted behind the crown. The
kid stuffed a great deal of my enormous tool in his mouth and sucked on
it immediately. From the corner of my eye, I could see Milos smiling,
satisfied with the merchandise, happy that I had not lied about the
size of my tool.

The man took out his erection and beat off, watching his son give me a
blowjob. My attention returned to Jakub, whose lips were sliding on
my bloated organ. He crammed my pulsating flesh down his throat, looking
up at me with his brown eyes. His training was exquisite. From time to
time, he stuck his tongue out and tickled my knob with it before going
back to a sustained suction.

   "OH yeah, suck my big cock! Suck it harder. You're doing so goood."
I congratulated my young partner.

His modest mouth could barely accommodate my wide pole, never mind the
full length. I couldn't conceive how he was going to take it all up
his doll-like fanny. But I anticipated the challenge with much glee. The
last doubts I had about having sex with a child were dispelled, seeing
him so eager to please. I slipped my hand behind his neck and rubbed
my hard cock on his face, harnessing the urge to spill my load right
there.

   "Open up wide." I said.

From then on, I nourished his mouth with my hot meat. Jakub choked on the
slab. His father was not disturbed by my ardour. "You have to breath 
through your nose," he instructed his son. The obedient boy did so, 
allowing me to fuck his face at a steady pace.

My balls were getting heavy and my cock was inflated like a balloon, 
ready to explode. I pulled away from his hungry lips. "You like my dick, 
uh?"

   "Yes." Jakub acquiesced shyly.
   
   "There's some lubricant in the drawer of the bedside table." Milos
informed me.

I had momentarily forgotten that the man was watching us. The aroused
fella smiled brightly again when I smeared a generous coat of grease on
my prick. A twinge of fever overtook me. I was finally going to taste
the forbidden delights of an underaged boy.

Jakub was lounging on the Mickey Mouse of the bedspread, a crestfallen
look on his face, betraying the apprehension gnawing him inside as I
approached with my gleaming gigantic fuckstick. He knew very well how
the secret game was played. 

   "Do not be afraid to be rough with him," Milos prescribed. "I wanna
see you without restraints, none."

I crept to the boy, stretching behind him, desirous of hearing him squeal
like the day before. The slender body of the child, nestled in the pit of
my hairy belly, was warm and soft. I slid my arm under his knee to raise
his leg and ensure that his father would see clearly the penetration. 
Jakub yelped when my big cockhead pressed against the barrier. I backed
off and came back.

   "Awwrh! Awwwwrrhhh! ANNNNGGH!" 

Despite his protestations, the kid's penis was stiff when I grasped it.
He was really primed as I tried to slip into him. The often defeated
muscle resisted valiantly to the more massive invasion. It loosened
up and capitulated after some efforts. I thrust my cock into the vise
and the howls of the little redhead resounded.

   "ARRRRRRRRRGHHGHHH! ARRRRGGHGHHHH! IT'S TOO BIG!! AOUUUUHH!"

I paused to allow him the time to adjust, already pleased of the reward.
At this point, I knew I would not back off, I would teach him better than
his dad how a nine-year-old boy should be fucked.

Slowly, I continued to penetrate in his rectum, until my pubes touched
the cleft of his butt. My huge prong seemed grotesque, lodged deep 
between the small melons. His anus stretched around the diameter like
a pink donut.

With measured lunges, I slid the full length of my member in and out of
him, carrying out a gentle but firm ploughing of his guts. Jakub 
continued to grunt, "Annggh! ANNNGGGH! ANNNGH!" The muscles on his
immature frame were tensed, his toes were curled up, he held his breath
with each intrusion.

   "Oh Yes! Fuck-him! Fuck-him!" His father exulted.

In a snap, I arranged him on all fours and plunged again in his hot 
narrow hole. In this position, his father could see my fat cock pump his
son's ass. Holding the kid's waist, I sodomized him for long minutes,
savouring the elastic ring strangling the shaft of my prick like a noose.

   "I'm fucking you good, uh!" I exclaimed

   "Ouuuhh. It's HARD! Ouuuuuhhhh." Jakub mumbled.

I raised myself behind him and gripped his shoulders to give him deep 
ferocious strokes. The kid's heels hammered my buttocks as I rammed into
him like a barbarian. My heavy balls rebounded against his butt, the bed
squeaked and Jakub hollered, "Aooow! ANNGGH! AOOOW!"

   "Oh yesss, like that!" Milos sang, seeing me more aggressive.

In the middle of the copulation, I murmured a sentence to the boy's ear 
for him to repeat to his dad. Jakub complied and said, "Oh daddy, I love 
the man's big cock in my ass."

Milos jacked off faster, overjoyed, as I went on with the agreeable deed
of fucking his son. The kid's penis was still hard. I tugged on it while I
I pistonned him. He shivered and yelped. 

Hearing Jakub get off, in spite of the brutal sodomy provoked my orgasm 
and I pulled out from his moist rectum.

One hand on his left butt cheek, the other pointing my cockhead at his
anus, I started to ejaculate. The little boy's asshole was scarlet and
gaping, wide enough to put in a tennis ball. I guided the powerful jets
in the crater, filling it up with my thick cream, groaning out of pure
bliss.

The boy's father approached and emptied his balls on his son's face.
Jakub remained passive, receiving the flood of sperm. Little did I know,
that it would be the last time I would see them. The next morning, they 
had vanished, leaving me with nothing but a brand new set of fading 
memories to enliven my wet dreams.
  

THE END.