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you are not interested in fantasies involving young boys. This file
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story codes: (bb, tb, group, oral, anal, nc)
style: contemporary - sport

"All the people in the high-rise fuck. And all the people in the
projects fuck. And all la gente in the barrio fuck. I find myself
stupefied, coming back again. Don't deny me. Oh baby now, don't deny
me. And darling don't be afraid. Look in my face, stare into my soul,
I begin to stupefy." - D





THE HARDEST LESSONS    by DEBONAIR

CHAPTER 1.

   I was very confused as a young boy.

At the age of eleven, my body was well into puberty. Everything they had 
taught us in our sex Ed classes was starting to happen. My voice was getting 
raspy. My balls were ballooning. The soft downy fuzz on my pubic mound was 
transforming into bristly future golden hair. I was living in a bad horror 
movie. Soon enough, milky droplets of boyjuice were shooting out my penis, 
spoiling the innocent enchantment of childhood masturbation.

For a kid going on twelve, my muscles were not developed much. I was
a frail creation, but tall on my feet. Other than that, there was
nothing special about me. The blond mop of hair atop my head was cut
in the regular fashion, straight on every side, like a curtain. My
eyes were plain brown and my chin still delicate. Nothing out of the
ordinary for a boy. And that's typically how I felt inside, ordinary
and bland.

Adding to my misery, girls were still absolutely repulsive to me. At a
time when boys my age were starting to chase skirts, I coiled in my
shell. Not that I had many friends before. I had always been a quiet
and reserved child.

During that period, my mother proposed I should take diving lessons at
the local community centre, deciding it was the cure to my timidity. I
reluctantly agreed to it, finding myself amidst a group of twelve hardy
boys aged eight to seventeen, wearing snug powder blue Speedos, the
team colour. Not the ideal environment for a confused and impressionable
pre-teen boy with exploding hormones.

It was there that Luke, the coach's son, befriended me. The nine-year-
old boy could have been described as being completely the opposite of
me. He was a stick of dynamite with legs. I took a shine to him right
away, overlooking his lack of wits and manners, spending time with him
after the daily practice.

Luke had this distinctive lock of greasy black hair, cascading down his
forehead between two mischievous hazel eyes. His smile was rascally
and his laughter omnipresent when we played together. I had never met
someone so carefree and outgoing. He was also a very touchy-feely
sexual kinda kid, hugging me, climbing on me, grabbing my privates.
Those intimate contacts were startling and arousing at the same time.

My mom went wild when I brought the new buddy home, probably reasoning
I was becoming social like she had planned. She fed him double portions, 
seeing how skinny he was. I think she pitied him too, because of the sad 
condition of his clothes. It was true that some of his tees were tearing at 
the seams and his socks had holes in them. But I was oblivious to those 
things. I would have treated him the same way whether he was rich or poor.

The first time Luke slept over, we chattered softly and wrestled in our
undies way pass midnight, while my mom was snoring in the other room.
When we jumped into my bed, he tickled me under the covers. Using his
sixty pounds, he crushed me under his weight, attacking mercilessly.
His fingers were like tiny mice clawing at my sensitive skin. They
invaded my briefs, pinching my butt and twisting my testes. I trashed
gleefully on the mattress, unaware I was being molested. Our giddy
yelps of fun echoed loudly, breaking the silence of the night.

   "Quit it." I implored with a hushed tone. "We're gonna wake my mom!"

   "You got a boner!" Luke sang, squeezing my crotch and ignoring my
plea for calm.

My only mean of defence was to retaliate. I wriggled out of his grasp
and groped under the heap of short limbs, finding his sides, where I dug my 
nails in. Luke flinched. A wave of falsetto giggles rattled out of his 
throat. I lurched upon him, seizing the small lump between his
thighs. "Leave my dick alone, faggot!" he complained.

The nasty words did not intimidate me. I let my paws roam on his bony
frame, trying to find the spot where I could assert my domination. When
I explored his armpits, Luke rolled on his stomach, writhing like an
eel. It was a clear indication that I had won the fight. I returned to
my side of the bed, hearing us gasping for air.

What ensued next was unsettling for a bashful kid like me. Luke curled
his thumbs under the waistband of his skimpy red undies. "You got me
horny." he declared flatly, sliding them off his slender legs.

   "What are you doing?" I queried.

   "My brother says it's ok." he justified, tugging on his cocklet as
if I wasn't even there.

The sight of the little boy's nudity gave me a raging hard-on, even
though I'd already seen him showering in the lockers at the centre. I
was still flushed from our ruff housing and my blood was boiling. My
scrupulous eyes moved from his expressive face, to his groin. I examined 
every bit of the playful gremlin merrily wanking away. His dick was fairly 
chubby for a pre-pubescent kid. The motion of his hand made his foreskin 
glide up and down the pink mushroom head. I was hypnotized, watching him 
jack-off like a pro.

No other boy had ever been so overtly sexual with me. It was
especially disconcerting because Luke was younger. With his free hand,
he cupped the bulge in my white briefs. "C'mon, do it too," he urged on. His 
stubby fingers sneaked into my Hanes to jiggle my balls. Then he fiddled 
with my stiff pecker, summoning a good dose of divine tingles.

I lowered my underwear and let him play with my erection. The
naughtiest grin was glued to his lips and his big eyes were shining. I
laid next to him and reclaimed my dick. The happy organ swelled even
more in the palm of my hand. I pulled on it feverishly, under the pink
circumcised head.

We beat our hard weenies in unison for a while, throwing furtive glances at 
each other. Luke emitted the most luscious boyish grunts of bliss as he 
abused his stiff pickle. All of a sudden, he straddled my thighs and rubbed 
his hairless crotch against mine, tickled pink by the sensation of our 
sweaty genitals mixing together.

I blinked for two seconds, discovering him chewing on my nutsack when I
re-opened my eyelids. He shoved my hand away and gobbled up my three
inches of boymeat in one swift bite. I almost blew my timid wad right
there. My nuts crept back in my abdomen from the abrupt flash of wet
heat surrounding my entire penis. The sinful scene of that small boy I
barely knew, going down on me, made me mad with lust.

   "OHHHHHH!" I groaned, excited and panicking at the possibility of
my mother crashing into the bedroom, catching me getting my first blow
job. "Sttttoppp" I whispered, but Luke kept his lips clamped on my
rock hard woody, slobbering over it and slurping all my dick sweat and
pre-cum. I slipped my hands into his dirty black hair, controlling
his bobbing head, slowing him down to delay my climax.

Nervous as hell, I crawled clumsily on the mattress to return the favour. The 
taste of his pretty little boner was like candy. The delicate knob flared in 
the grip of my moist lips. We sucked each other frantically, moaning to show 
the other our appreciation. Everything seemed at a stand still as we shared 
this forbidden moment.

My saliva glistened on every part I had licked and sucked; his smooth
scrotum, his dick and all around. I rolled on my back, eager to be
relieved of the ache. Luke fisted and sucked my sore erection at the
same time. The fog of sexual gratification was growing, numbing my mind. I 
was the luckiest eleven-year-old boy on the planet.

   "Ohhhh yeahhhh." I exhaled, looking at myself cum. A thin jet of
juice spurted out my peehole, splashing him across the lips. The second
one blasted under his chin. Much to my dismay, Luke lapped up my boyish
jizz, cleaning along my slick pricklet. I was dazed in the ocean of
pleasure and shocked by his obscene behaviour. It was pure heaven.

The little demon giggled at his own impudence, continuing to jack off,
even faster. His tiny balls bounced all about. "Uhhhh! Uhhh!" he
chanted. All of sudden, he stiffened and his mug changed into a grimace
of ecstasy. I fixed my stare on the runt, twitching and shuddering in
the throes of his kiddy cum.

When it was over, I couldn't sleep. My thoughts were of others boys I
had known. It seemed to me I had missed out on a lot of boysex
opportunities.

                                -=-

   Needless to say I invited Luke to sleep over many times after that
close encounter.

We cultivated our friendship, killing the first weeks of summer baking
under the sun at the public pool; or pedaling all over the hood on our
BMXs. The brash, in your face, attitude of the youngster did a ton of
good to my unassertive personality. I fed on his zest for life.

But there was a mysterious side to the scamp. Nearly every day, he made
special deliveries for his dad or his brother. He'd forsake me, mounting his 
bike to distribute small parcels wrapped in brown paper. They gave him a 
dollar for it. I accepted Luke's offer when he asked me to do the same, 
already dreaming of what I would purchase with my earnings. And with that 
decision, I entered into Luke's white trash world.

He lived in a dismal residence at the end of a sedated street. You know
that house. There's one in every neighbourhood. The kind of place
everyone sneers at. Flakes of paint were peeling off the wood sidings.
The lawn had been neglected and the curtains were drawn. In the driveway, a 
rusty Plymouth Duster was decaying next to a Chevy Blazer.

Luke's brother was named Rick and also attended the diving club. He
entrusted me with my first two deliveries. The gangly teenager made a
strong first impression on me. His basement room was your typical
adolescent lair with posters of bikini broads and guitar heroes on the
walls. He had unkempt black hair framing his face and some pimples over
his brow. I could sense a nasty cloud of pheromones radiating from him.
He seemed to me exactly how I imagined all boys of sixteen to be; evil,
lazy and dirty. Therefore, I had nothing but admiration for him.

I became a fixture in that house. Luke and I played our silly games in
between deliveries, once in a while retiring to the bathroom to give
each other blow jobs. The thrills were doubled as we sucked each other
off behind that closed door because Luke's dad was sometimes in the
house. And he was a very authoritarian man who would have spanked our
little butts silly if he'd known. That was the kind of image I had of
Coach Arkin.

Rick was friendly towards me, probably perceiving the vibes I was giving 
off. He scuffled on the floor with us, pinning our meek bodies down, humping 
us and twisting our arm until we cried uncle. The constant cloud of pot 
smoke floating from his room got me high as a kite. I never resisted to his 
assaults, craving his touch, overwhelmed by his rude conduct. I was dizzy, 
free falling.

Rick became the coolest guy to my eyes. He had a gun that he concealed
in the inside pocket of his jean jacket. There were no bullets in the
small Colt 357. It was simply a measure of contingency he said, if the
need ever arose to subdue a nosy bastard. Nevertheless, I was awestruck
whenever he flaunted his piece. I shut my trap about it, keeping my mom
in the dark, choosing to grow up instead of cowardly clinging to her
apron.

On some occasions, my pal Luke disappeared for one or two days,
leaving me alone to do the work of go-between. When he'd return, he'd
blabbered about going on vacation. I could see through his lies. But I
could not get the big picture. Things were unsaid and strangely secret
in that home. It was the case, one particular day when I bumped into
Coach Arkin as he departed. "Ehm, my son's not coming out today. He's
being punished." he divulged with his usual stern tone.

   "Can I see him a minute?" I asked politely.

   "Yeah, but he won't come out b'fore it's finished."

Finished? I headed downstairs, puzzled by the cryptic language of the
man. Luke's bedroom was adjacent to the one of his brother. I opened the 
door, recognizing the crappy wallpaper with all the baseball team logos on 
it. The blinds were closed. In the gloom, the little boy was asleep, stark 
naked, in a most singular position.

Someone had tied his wrists behind his back. His legs were spread wide,
ankles fastened to the posts of the bed with the same kind of rope that
had been used to restrain his arms. From his small round bottom, a
burning candle was sticking out, projecting into the air between his
white melons. I approached silently, inspecting the bound lamb.

His mouth was stuffed with a red ball, secured there with a leather
strip around his head. The melting wax was crusted on the bed sheets
between his thighs, forming a line progressing slowly and deliberately
towards his scrotum.

I wondered what he had done to deserve such chastisement and suspected
no one would ever tell me. I took off, somewhat shaken, estimating that
in three hours, it would be finished.

                                -=-

   The next day, I returned to seek Luke and introduced myself in the
house, clad in my tennis shorts and sandals. My spirit was upbeat at
the prospect of a sunny day, chilling at the pool. The eerie stillness
of the home dampened my enthusiasm.

As I turned a corner, I suddenly felt the cold hard nuzzle of Rick's gun 
pressed against my head. "Don't move." the teenager grumbled, leering at me. 
I froze and peered sideways at the tyrant, smelling beer on his breath. It 
wasn't the kinda of game I liked to play. My face turned ashen immediately.

    "Where's Luke?" I peeped.

    "He's not here." the menacing boy grumbled.

    "There's no bullets in the gun." I said matter-of-factly.

    "You think so?"

Rick was crazy enough to have cracked his father's safe and stolen some
ammo. I knew that readily. Despite our relationship spanning a couple of
weeks, I had never learned to trust Luke's brother, since the boy always 
kept me on my toes with his unpredictable behaviour. Right then, I didn't 
know what to comprehend of his antics.

    "Get down on your knees." Rick ordered.

I obeyed the command and knelt on the carpet, looking up at the lanky
devil in silk boxers and white socks. He put on an air of satisfaction,
seeing I had surrendered to his desire. I glared back at him, determined to 
defy him and win the mind games.

    "Pull down my boxers and suck my cock." Rick voiced the second
directive. His face was serious and dark, preventing me from
discerning any hint that he was joking.

A surge of dread rose inside me. I remained paralysed, sitting on my
heels, repressing my instinct to sob out of frustration. All along, I
had fantasized about doing it to Rick, pondering how bad it would taste. Now 
that I was faced with the certainty of the humiliating deed, my heart wasn't 
into it.

    "C'mon, move it! You want me to shoot you in the head?" Rick
insisted, pushing the gun on my skull. Hesitantly I ceded to his wish,
ducking my blond head and tugging on his boxers to expose his fat limp
sausage. He pulled my face on his hairy groin, rubbing my nose in it.
"Eat it. Eat my cock. I know you want it."

My sentiments were mangled between excitement and shame. I grabbed the
mature appendage and licked along the hardening shaft nervously. The
bloated head inflated before my eyes, pushing against the folds of
thick foreskin. I was crossing the line a boy should not cross. But
the pulsing phallus was so hot and vibrant in my boyish hands, swelling
progressively, making me feel so bad inside, in a good way. "Come on,
suck my balls." Rick said.

I obliged, engulfing each pendulous testicle in my mouth and suckling
on them, much to the pleasure of their owner who moaned his utmost
appreciation. When I finished with them, the adolescent prick was
engorged, throbbing as it curbed upward. I licked my way up to the tip
of the eight-inch rod, running my tongue over the stretched skin. Rick
kept his dark eyes fixed on my face. I could tell from them that he was
enjoying this.

   "Put it in yer mouth." he muttered.

I paused a moment, mortified and shivering. "My brother told me you
like to suck cock. Show me now." he said. I yielded to him, sliding my
lips over his big penis. "Yeahhh." he groaned, pushing down on the back
of my head. "That's it. Take some more." he murmured, forcing me to gag
and pull off. Again and again, he applied some more pressure, shoving
another inch inside my mouth.

I thought I was going to choke from the aggressive intromissions. And
there was a lot more cock left. Every time the slab of meat hit the back of 
my throat, I gagged. I couldn't handle it and bobbed my head faster in the 
hopes of making the older boy cum sooner than later.

Rick pushed his long pole half-way into my mouth and started pumping
it, in and out slow and smooth. I warmed up, beginning to get off on the 
face fucking. My boycock was hard, tenting the loose fabric of my shorts. 
The teenager returned to making exploratory thrusts in the back of my mouth. 
I felt it grazing against the sides of my throat but never
hitting the back wall, just scraping it. Before long I had six inches
of cock in my gaping mouth and I could feel the large knob reaming my
oesophagus.

After a few minutes I heard him say, "Open wide and let me in so I can
really fuck your throat."  Without waiting for any acknowledgment, Rick
charged, pushing his shaft further into my gullet. I felt it penetrate,
its hardness widening my windpipe. Before long, the teen was pulling his 
dickhead all the way out to be caressed by my lips and slamming in
until my lips nuzzled in his hairy pubes. I was distraught. Rick was
fucking my face like a pounding piston, his balls banging against my
delicate chin.

   "Yeahhh. That's it. EAT it lil' cocksucker!" he mumbled. "Yeahh.
EAT my big COCK!"

My mind was reeling. I couldn't believe I was deep-throating the rude
teenager and enjoying it. The little boydick in my shorts was leaking
profusely. I shut my eyes, savouring the hot salami gliding down my
throat, hearing Rick's moans rise and transform into yelps of joy.
Juice was boiling up in my tender scrotum. I shivered and felt the
timid wad of my pre-teen orgasm squirting out my dick, soiling my
underwear, just as Rick's climax was triggered.

The large organ began vomiting its copious sauce down my food tube. My
eyes bulged out in distress. I pulled off and the blasts of salty semen
filled my mouth. The hot sperm disgusted me. I wasn't prepared to
drink his load.

But as I gasped for air, my gag reflex made me swallow a mouthful of
discharge. The spasming cock kept shooting away. I was drowning in the
viscous syrup. It overflowed from the corner of my lips. Rick grabbed
his prick, aiming the last shots on my nose.

   "ORGHHH! ORGHGHH! ORGHHHHH!" he grunted, squeezing the final spurts
out of his pole.

After he had emptied his balls on my face, his mood changed completely.
"Oh man, I'm so sorry." he blabbered, packing up his slimy cock back in
his boxers. "I shouldn't have done this. I feel like shit!" he added,
his face showing obvious misery.

I observed the teenager's spectacle, looking like a dumb fool, kneeling
down with cum dripping from my mug onto the carpet. I was uncertain as
to how to feel about the whole thing, whether I should forgive the
disgrace or be mad at him. I watched him put the gun to his right ear,
as if he was about to commit suicide. Another one of his silly joke?
"Don't do that." I blurted out, suddenly doubting his true intentions.

   "I hate myself, man." Rick sputtered.

He pulled the trigger and the metallic mechanism went 'Click'. A wry
smile beamed across his face and he looked down at me. "D'ya think I was 
really going to kill myself over you."



CHAPTER 2.

   The was no denying it, I was a lousy diver, fidgeting there on the
board high above the pool, nearly naked, leery of breaking ribs on the
surface of the water. Coach Arkin was ruthless, barking orders to all
the members of the team, especially me. "Stand straight! You're sagging
dammit! Tighten your ass! Don't wiggle your toes... Are you a man or a
fuckin' girl?"

I don't know how Luke and Rick managed to tolerate their overbearing
father. The middle-aged bloke gave me goose bumps every time he'd snarl
at me. He was a colossal man with thick upper arms and muscles rippling
on his torso. After some jumps, I would remain in the water, considering
the possibility of drowning to avoid his judgment. He had a thin stick
which he used to strike our rumps when the quality of our aerials was
not up to his standards.

I bowed my head, emerging from the pool, afraid to look at his leathery
face. He had thick graying hair like steel wool on his skull, a brutal
nose and eyes burning a blue fire. More often than not, the brisk smack
of his wand would catch me by surprise, stinging on my tender buttocks.
"That was absolutely horrible!" he'd say.

Thankfully, the man's oldest son was more human. And after the very
personal meeting with both his guns, Rick seemed mellower with me.
Perhaps, he was regretting? He paid for the earring I had nailed in my
right lobe. I don't why I wanted it. Stupidity? Rite of passage? Or
maybe to see the reaction of my mother?

One day, Rick invited Russy and I to McDonald's for lunch. We were both
rookies on the team and he needed to talk to us. We sat on the lousy
beige plastic benches, eating our junk food, awaiting quietly the motive of 
our rendezvous. The burger place would have been empty if it wasn't for the 
old geezers nursing their coffee and throwing suspicious looks at us. The 
silence was creepy.

Once in a while, I nudged Russy in the ribs, just to hear his puerile
whines. He was the baby on the team at eight-years-old. As with all red-
heads, he had a dense veil of freckles across the middle of his pasty
white face. His ears were detached and his eyes were beady. The barber
usually went ballistic on his orange hair, shaving it off to a quarter
inch on the scalp. It was the case that week. For all these reasons, and for 
the fact he was a stubborn elfin creature, we were particularly
vicious with him.

   "Ok girls, here's the deal. There's gonna be a regional competition
at the end of summer." Rick started to recite candidly. "Every year, my
dad rents this big ass place in Brunwood and we have party before the
dive meet. All the guys from the team are gonna be there. And you're
coming."

   "I dunno, I guess so." I answered, tinkering with my new earring,
rolling the tiny golden ball in its socket to appease the feeble ache.

   "Don't touch it. It's gonna infect." Rick gave me a sermon, drawing
smoke from his Marlboro.

   "Fuck off."

   "My mom won't let me go." Russy interjected.

   "I'm not asking." Rick snapped at him. "You're coming. That's it."

   "But my mom-"

   "-I don't give a shit." Rick interrupted him. "And you better not
snitch on us again. Got that?" he added.

I listened to the conversation going sour. The teenager's forehead was
suddenly very tense with angry lines. He turned to me, "Can you believe
this lil' fuck, telling his mom we've been abusive with him? We're nice
fellas, wouldn't you say?"

I did not want to answer that question. Thankfully, Rick reverted to my
bench companion, who was now agitated, staring at his french fries.

   "You're coming. Find a fuckin' excuse. We need everyone for the
regionals" he barked at him.

   "I need to pee." Russy squeaked, bolting from his seat.

My mind swirled. I stared at the heinous punk asking myself how I could
endure his brutish ways and be enamoured. Maybe I needed a father figure? or 
I was desperate for a friend? No matter how despicable he was?

   "What the fuck are you looking at, cocksucker? C'mon, let's go have
some fun." Rick perked up, putting out his cigarette in the gallon of
Pepsi.

I followed him in the L-shaped corridor and we entered the gentlemen's
washroom. Russy was relieving his bladder in front of a porcelain
urinal, focused on the job. We waited behind him until he wiggled his
bum, shaking the last drops of pee. Everything happened so fast after.

Taking his cue, Rick thrust his arm between the kid's legs and twisted
his teeny nutbag through his underoos. With his other hand, he stifled
the initial scream of shock. I was panic-stricken, standing there
watching him haul the squirming kid over to the privacy of a stall.
"Don't struggle like that, you're making me hot!" Rick muttered, laying
a kiss on the nape of the boy's thin neck.

Russy hustled to free himself, letting out a muffled shriek every time
his nuts were compressed. He abandoned the fight readily, resigning
himself, calming down. I witnessed the scene at a distance, seeing
myself, the way I was before. The little wimp had his corduroy pants
around his ankles, tears glistening on his freckled cheeks.

   "I got you by the balls, uh lil' fuck?" Rick gloated.

   "Don't hurt him. He's just a kid." I butted in, with a concerned
tone.

   "Buzz off. Go mind the door," Rick snickered, yanking the child's
undies down. "I'm gonna take my hand off now, lil' fuck." he informed
him. "If you scream only once, I'll break all your fingers one by one."

The red-head acquiesced and whimpered faintly upon being delivered from
the teen's grasp. "Peez, I wanna go home." he pleaded.

I walked over to the door and turned around to see the terrified wuss,
pale as a ghost, his tiny white genitals scared down to the size of a
walnut. Rick was continuing to undress him. I didn't understand what
the fuck was going on and got out.

Outside, I paced in the narrow corridor. The muted wails with a high
pitch tone commenced resounding. After four minutes of safeguarding the
entrance, I jittered in my sneakers. This was taking too long. Anxiety
gnawed at my nerves. "C'mon fuck, hurry up." I mumbled to myself,
banging my fist on the door.

Another round of squealing and whining reached my ears. I wondered
what the hell I would do if somebody actually came by? But no one did.
And Rick exited the toilet with a smug grin on his lips.

                                -=-

   The next morning, I let my naked body soak in the warm water of the
bathtub for a long while. It was kinda of ironic, that Rick was the
filthy bastard, but I was the one feeling dirty, in need of a good bath
to rid myself of this cruddy sensation. I kept imagining all kinds of
scenarios as to what he had done to Russy in the johns of the restaurant. 
The worse ones petrified me. Some gave me a hard-on. Maybe he had forced the 
small boy to do a blowjob on him?

Thoroughly cleansed, I stepped out of the tub and wrapped a towel
around my waist, feeling horny. I strolled to my bedroom and noticed my
blossoming biceps in the dressing mirror as I passed my mother's room.
The aroma of her spicy perfumes was strong in the pink sanctuary. It was a 
forbidden territory. The only place I was not allowed to be in. But she was 
not there to scold me.

Therefore, I walked in front of the large mirror and smiled, giving
myself the finger. The image of the boy in the mirror was that of
someone about to become a little man. My chest was definitely beginning
to lose the rickety boniness of childhood. I flexed my muscles, grunting 
like an ape.

The scattered objects atop the dresser lured me. I touched all of them;
the picture frames of a chubby blond baby; the bottles of perfume and
the jewellery box. I picked up a tube of lipstick and applied the crimson
colour to my fleshy lips.

Without a second thought, I dropped the towel and looked at my naked
reflection. The strip of white skin at the mid-section was striking
against the rest of my golden body. I squished my soft penis between my
thighs and wedged it there, thinking that if I had boobs instead of two
pink nipples, I would really look like a girl.

Abandoning the silly idea, I squatted to see my genitals dangling
between my thighs. My smooth sac was hanging low. My boyish penis was
swelling. I was truly a narcissist and the simple reflection of my nude
self stirred my lust.

I continued exploring the objects of my mother and found a rendition
of a dick made of black plastic. The object made me giggle. It was four
inches long and slim. I did not need much imagination, even at that
age, to understand what she did with it. It was a replacement dad for
her pussy.

Instinctively, I grabbed the synthetic organ and rubbed it against my
hairless asshole. The smooth knob end tickled the puckered skin of my
anus and made my pricklet get harder. I sat down in front of the mirror
and spat on the little tube, smearing it with my slimy spittle.

With both legs in the air, I pushed the small dildo into my tight virgin 
hole. The first eruption of pain, deterred my curiosity. But I pursued 
nonetheless, inserting the tube slowly pass the obstinate muscle. Shivers 
raced up and down my slender legs. I got on all fours and pushed gently more 
of the sex toy into my hiney. When I rolled the tube, the ridges grated my 
assring, sending waves of pleasure all over my system.

I looked at my reflection again. The black thing was planted deep in my
white butt. It was funny, I thought. Down in front, my dick was all
stiff and throbbing. It was undeniably one the naughtiest moment of
my young sex life.

But as I played absentmindly with the small dildo, I turned the end
sticking out my bum. The thing began to buzz. I trembled an instant.
The vibrator rattled and hummed in my rectum. It was as if a bomb of
bliss had exploded in my innards. I lounged on the carpet and lamented.
A large mass of ecstasy was billowing inside. "Oh fuck! Ohhhh fuuucck!"
I cheered. The electric jolts detonated again and again, racing all the
way to the tip of my penis.

I wiggled my bum, feeling the vibrations bounce inside my fudge chute.
The rush of pleasure compensated amply for the soreness of my hole. I
fisted my dick, yipping like a puppy. The skin of my scrotum wrung my
nuts tightly. I knew that it would be a great cum this time. The more
I jerked off, the more my anus strangled the hard plastic tube.

The power of my orgasm propelled a good dollop of sperm out my penis.
Pain mixed with the ecstasy, intensifying my climax. I stiffened on the
carpet, relishing every second, until the tide ebbed and disappeared.
It was the first time I had obtained pleasure from my asshole and the
notion grossed me out.

                                -=-

   As time flew by, my dives began to improve. I could sense the changes
taking place in my body. All those hours of stretching had made of me
a very limber boy. And within a few weeks of attending the club, I was
able to do the split.

Of course, the flow of testosterone traveling inside was unnerving
for a young lad like me. I kept getting boners in the most embarrassing
places, most of the times around the pool watching the others make
their dives. They were so damn sexy, flying gracefully over the still
water. I sat on the bench, both arms on my crotch to hide the obvious
swollen member tenting the front of my Speedo.

I couldn't get enough of those fit hunky boys parading before me. They
had firm muscular buns with colours ranging from pure white to deep
brown, showing through the transparent fabric of their swimsuits. In
the front, the beefy mass of their genitals created a huge lump
extending out from their lean hips. I was torn between infatuation and
admiration, thinking I would be deemed a pervert if someone ever
discovered my secret.

I did not cease to play with Luke over the weeks, avoiding his demented
brother. The routine established was comforting. I went to the diving
club in the morning and met Luke in the afternoon. The deliveries of
mysterious parcels continued to earn me dollars here and there.

Then one time, the brown wrapping on one of the packages had not been
properly scotch taped to the side. I peeked inside, out of curiosity.
It was a Fuji VHS tape. I slid it out of the wrapping and scratched my
blond head. Perhaps this was a very violent movie my mother didn't want
me to watch?

I pedaled back home and fed the tape to the VCR, excited like a toddler
on Christmas Eve. The image flickered on the TV set and Luke's face
appeared on the screen. He was grimacing and whining. I was dumbfounded
and intrigued to see him show up in a movie.

The camera moved along his naked body, bent over on a bed. I realized
at that point that something was terribly wrong. The camera traveled
some more, to where his little globes were split open by a big hairy
penis, lodged deep into his brown hole.

I scrunched my face and shut my eyes an instant. Luke's plaintive voice
was squealing, "UH! UHHH! UHHHH! UH!" When I gazed at the television
again, the oily spike was pumping in and out, fast and furious. The
little boy's shrivelled dick and nuts were flailing from the ravaging
plowing. His anus was so horribly enlarged around the large shaft. I
pinched myself to see if it was a nightmare.

The lens zoomed back. There were seven other males in the room, watching the 
dirty display. They were nude from the waist down and were stroking their 
erect cocks. The heads of the giants were outside of the frame, but I had 
seen those silhouettes before, in the showers of the community centre. They 
were the athletic hard bodies of black boys, coffee Latinos and white teens 
that I knew too well.

The one inside Luke grunted and filled him up with his spunk. He pulled
out slowly. It seemed that the tower of flesh would never come out. Two
inches, four inches, eight, nine inches slipped out of the gaping hole
along with rivers of white sperm sauce.

Another bulky chap flipped Luke on his back and buried his massive prick 
into his petite ass while he held his ankles in the air. The black-haired 
kid gasped for air and wiggled his toes as the veiny pole plunged into his 
rectum. His frail body began to shake from the immediate violent pistonning. 
The teen's moans soared from the TV speaker as he rutted like an animal, 
bouncing on the skinny monkey, sodomizing him ball-deep.

I suddenly had a sickly feeling in the pit of my tummy. The brutal
pictures were so offensive to my young mind. I pressed fast forward. The 
images sped on the screen. It was even more shocking to see all those big 
guys gangbanging the youngster in fast motion. They twisted his supple body 
in all kinds of positions. They rammed their adult cocks into his bottom or 
his mouth. Sometimes, doing it together at both ends.

One by one, the group lunged on the child and stuffed their big
fucksticks into him. Each one trying to outdo the other. The sight of
Luke's anus all red and distended made me cringe. I contracted my own
little hole, imagining how painful it would be to get assfucked by all
those enormous rods.

Near the end, Luke's scrawny body was sandwiched between two of them.
They inserted their long poles at the same time up his loose anus and
fucked him like that. Thick ropes of cock cream started flying over the
sordid trio. The little boy's face was flooded with a deluge of semen
as the two sodomites humped him awkwardly.

I ejected the nasty movie, shutting out the screams and grunts. My face
was livid. A dizzying feeling of guilt gripped my soul. I had been
delivering those horrible porno movies for weeks already.

The right thing to do was to tell someone. But that would have meant
conceding that I was still a puny childish runt who cannot play in the
big league. A mere baby unable to face the harsh realities of a life so
hard and full of atrocities.

I wrapped the videotape, trying to carry on and forget about it, as if
I had never seen it. But as I pedaled on my bike to deliver it to the weirdo 
who'd bought it, the vivid pictures kept coming back, haunting my mind.



CHAPTER 3.

   Sitting in the back of the yellow school bus, I watched the other
cars swoosh by as we headed for Brunwood. The fresh smell of the pine
forest tickled my nose through the opened window. The sun was setting on the 
horizon, shining upon my face like the light of god. We reached the posh 
lodge and ate supper in the communal dining room; pasta, cake and milk. The 
loud jabber of the group rung in my ears.

For once, I felt accepted amid the gang and embraced the opportunity to
get to know my team mates outside the centre. The flirtatious looks of
the older males frightened me. They had that dangerous glimmer of
depravity in their eyes, reminding me of what they had done to my best
buddy.

After the meal, we congregated in the den. Coach Arkin brought a large
box and separated us into two units. I was sent to stand in the younger
cell, along with Luke and three other lads. The remaining eight teens
assembled nearby, gawking down at us. "It's time for the hunt." Coach
trumpeted. Then turning to us, he said "Take your clothes off boys."

I peeked at my clan, starting to undress. "Come on, we're all men and
we've seen your willies anyway." Coach commented. I removed my sweater
to the sounds of whistles and jeering. "Take everything off and then
put your sneakers back on." the man ordered.

With every piece of clothes I took off, my face reddened. I despised
quietly the older crowd. They were looking at us and laughing. What else 
would I have to do to belong?

I peeked again at my clan, lined-up, now naked. All five of us modestly
protecting our birdies with both hands. "Let the games begin!" Coach
Arkin raved, fishing out paintball rifles from the box. It became clear
that if they were the hunters, we would be the hunted. The teenagers
were rowdy, loading their weapons with pellets frenziedly, each of
them assigned a different colour of paint. "Backside hits are worth five
points, frontal is ten." Coach instructed. "The winner will get all
the privileges."

One of the guys plucked my wrists from the front and tied them together
behind my back with a roll of duct tape. We were allotted five minutes to 
flee in the darkened forest. "I think you better start running little 
bastards!" Rick shouted. "I wouldn't wanna be the one with the most paint on 
me."

Deep into the woods we evaded, scattering around. I ran like a turkey on 
thanksgiving. The cadence of my stride was so fast that my flaccid weenie 
flopped all about in my lap. It was a complete nightmare. My bound wrists 
were aching. The nippy air bit into my bare skin. I heard the practice shots 
of the hunting party and stumbled unto some undergrowth, scraping my knees, 
slithering on the mossy ground to seek cover.

My heart was pounding like a bass drum. The loud popping noise of the
air riffles began echoing in the obscurity. Screams of jubilation and
wails of suffering came to my ears. I panted, crawling arduously on
the ground without the use of my hands. Then out of the blue, my head
was whisked back roughly.

   "Turn around." the cold voice said.

I looked up at the boy who had snatched me by the hair. Damon was the
oldest of the group at seventeen. He was also the huskiest of them with
dark ebony skin and a mean sculpted body. "Show me your titties, whity." he 
demanded. I rolled on my back, looking into his lustful eyes. He unzipped 
his army pants and took out his long penis. Of all the guys, Damon had the 
biggest dong. It was a very fat brown snake going down halfway between his 
thighs. I didn't have the faintest idea of what he had in mind.

He aimed his pole at my face, along with the rifle. An evil glint shone
in his eyes. "How 'bout you give me a quick suck." he suggested bluntly.

   "Fuck off!"

As I mouthed my anger, a burst of his piss invaded my mouth. I flinched
away, spitting out the caustic acid. *POW* The paint bullet hit me over
my bellybutton, causing a spark of immediate pain. "OWWW! SHIITT! OWWW!" I 
yelled out, escaping on my knees, hearing him laugh behind me.

I ran directly into the crossfire. In the distance, another boy was
getting shot on his butt. The paint splashed on his white cheek. He
winced, sobbing at once and collapsing between the trees. I froze and
turned around on a dime, catching a stinging projectile on my spine. It
was a massacre. A never-ending cruel game of cat and mouse.

I don't know how long it lasted. The coarse voice of Coach Arkin calling
us back to the lodge was the most soothing thing I ever heard. I sat
on my naked ass a moment, inhaling the icy breeze of the evening. Large
bluish bruises spotted my body. My arms were dead and my feet blistered. I 
had been shot by half of the pursuers.

Coach totalled the points, five for red, ten for yellow etc. Then I was
sent to be scrubbed down in the bathroom. The guys with the lowest
scores were dispatched to clean us younger lads. As I stood under the
showerhead, getting scoured with a brush, the rest of our clan was
silent, exhausted. Their nude bodies were glowing with all the colours
of the rainbow.

When our boyish skin had regained its original pinkness, our wrists
were untied. I thought the ordeal had finally came to an end. But my
anguish recurred when, a leather collar with a leash was placed around
our necks. We were led through the lodge, crawling on the floor. The
doors of a large room were opened and the crowd of older boys encircled
us, laughing and shouting.

I do not remember quite well what happened in the murkiness of that
room. The drunkards held me down and forced me to guzzle half a bottle
of vodka. After that, things became blurry. They pulled on my leash,
guiding me like a dog on the hardwood floor. I could see the other
youngster's naked forms shining in the dim glow of the moon. The white
orb was full, beaming upon the grotesque party.

One of the older boys was masturbating in the middle of it all. The
red fluorescent condom was clearly visible on his cock. He whacked off
a while and came into the rubber. A shower of beer rained down
triumphantly on him. He removed the latex envelope and hung it over
the face of Russy.

   "Open up! It's strawberry and cream!"

The little red-head must have been shot the most I figured and he would
assuredly be the victim of their vilest pranks. My head was spinning
suddenly from the potency of the alcohol. I could barely support my
weight. While a heavy boy rode on my back, I glanced into the unruly
crowd. Luke was getting spanked with a paddle. Russy had his mouth full
of the condom. His eyes were glazed as he masticated the edible
preservative and its content. The two other boys from my clan, Kevin
and Jay, were completely drunk, suckling their limp peckers in a sixty-
nine position.

I thought I would pass out. Amidst the mayhem, somebody behind me pulled my 
hair and put some duct tape over my eyes. I was blinded, clambering 
aimlessly in the puddles of beer between the legs of the crowd. Fear brought 
tears to my eyes. I felt so vulnerable, naked, on the floor, with all those 
hands touching me, smacking my rear end and groping for my genitals.

Then as if I was levitating, I was lifted up from under the ruckus. Two
guys transported me away, their muscular arms under my pits. "Lemme
go!" I revolted, my bare feet kicking the air over the floor. They did
not respond, transferring me to another room where I was thrown on
something resembling a wrestling mat.

I fought with the urge to remove the tape over my eyes. But I knew it
would only irk them some more and restrained. The two strangers shuffled
around me. Their hands caressed my body. "Don't hurt me!" I begged.

   "Don't freak out, I'm not the biggest." someone talked.

It was Brendan's voice. The fourteen-year-old was the youngest of the
teenagers and perhaps the cutest with his boyish traits and piercing
blue eyes. But all this was lost on me since my sight had been
obstructed. I felt warm kisses on my buns and stiffened, wondering what
was going on. The playful mouth furrowed in my butt crack and its humid
tongue began licking around my virgin hole.

Another mouth engulfed my balls. I recognized Rick's cheap cologne. The
two ghosts worked on my private spots, nibbling and licking at the same
time. My asscheeks were spread open and a spongy probe speared up my
anus. Meanwhile, the other mouth was sucking on my growing erection.
I couldn't admit to myself that I was enjoying the vulgar exploitation
of my naughty parts and I squirmed away from the duo.

They assailed me like a storm. Greasy fingers poked roughly into my
little boyhole. I yelped out. Having been denied my vision, all my
others senses were alive. I could hear them breathing and chuckling. I
could smell the musky scent of their teenaged bodies. Their strong hands 
were like sandpaper on my flesh.

Brendan rolled me into a ball. He climbed over me, pressing against
the back of my knees with all his weight. I wrapped my arms around him
to keep my balance, suddenly very aware of what was coming to me. As the 
rubbery head of his cock grazed my hairless pucker, my whole body
shuddered. "I'm only eleven!" I pleaded.

The bigger boy kissed my forehead gently, attempting to penetrate me.
The helmet of his penis pushed inwardly the ring of my tenacious anus.
"ANNNGHH! ANGHHHH!!!!!" I squealed, feeling the sharp pain soar. His
cockhead seemed like the size of an orange into my virgin hole.

   "You're so fucking tight." Brendan muttered. I dilated my sphincter
one second and he sank into me. "ARGHH!"

My saliva dried up and my toes all cramped up. I felt his hard-on, hot
and pulsing, slide slowly in and out of my little ass while he moaned in my 
face. He kept getting heavier and heavier upon me as if he wanted to squash 
me like a pancake. I drifted in a trance, whining uncontrollably to the 
rhythm of the indolent intercourse.

But soon, his thrusts became bolder. I was mad at myself for letting him 
possess me so easily, without a fight. I had abandoned my ass to him like a 
whore. He fucked me harder, driving his steely erection deeper into my 
tunnel. My hands slipped on his sweaty back as I tried to hold him in a 
passionate hug. "Ooohoo please goo sloooww." I rambled. But he spread my 
legs wide open, bumping and grinding against my butt.

   "Uhh yeah, you can take it... that's it yeah, take it in the ass!
Take my cock in yer lil' ass!" he ranted, fucking faster and harder,
drilling in my guts.

Just as I was starting to enjoy the feel of his penis up my backdoor,
he pulled out. They rolled me over on all fours. The pain returned
once again. Rick's huge cock widened my anus some more, almost making me 
cry. His stabs were urgent. He gripped my hips and slammed his monster prick 
home roughly. I thought I would rip apart from the size of his gigantic 
tool.

   "OWWW! OOWWWW!! ARGHHH!" I screamed.

The fierce assaults sent tremors inside me. There were no pauses to
adjust to him. He fucked me really hard from the get go, abrading my
prostate with his deep strokes. My dick sprung to life, wagging under my 
belly. I was perched on my knees, my feet dangling in the air. Rick's arm 
held my waist steady as his cock pounded again and again.

   "You love it? uh? You love my COCK little brat? You're gonna be just
like my slut brother, bending over for all the guys in the team." he
growled, slapping my buttocks.

   "Yeahhh," I moaned, shaking my head and raising my little butt higher. 
"Harder. Ohh. Harder."

His fuckpole was ramming into my tender bumhole at a sustained tempo,
and I loved it. I felt his fingers pull on my little erection while he
sodomized me. The dual stimulation brought delights unimaginable. He had 
impelled me to delve into the darkest corners of my mind where trash, 
impurities and perverse lust were rampant.

Brendan forced his dick into my mouth. I sucked on it, going nuts from
the intense orgy. The lashes of pleasure were tilting my brain. I had
never felt so dirty, taking those two cocks in both my holes. Rick's
feet skidded on the mat as he tried to shove himself further in my butt. I 
was thrust on Brendan's prick, choking on it.

The nastiness intensified by another notch. Rick bucked his hips,
buggering me feverishly, driven by his primal instincts. Brendan's cock
leaped in wild spasms, tickling my palate. He pulled out and spilled his 
sticky load all over my face.

I braced myself, crying out of joy, my dick about to explode. My asshole was 
stretched to the limit, clasping around the massive intrusion. The rumble of 
my orgasm bubbled in my balls. "OOHH FUCK YEAH!," Rick shouted. "I'm gonna 
fill you up! Ohh yeah here it commmesss!"

His heavy testicles were bouncing on my butt. I screamed blue murder,
taking all eight inches at breakneck speed. The extreme pressure built
up inside was too much for my poor immature prostate. My dick spewed
its biggest wad of boyish juice. All my muscles twitched and I squealed, 
sounding a like a police siren.

Rick grasped me by the shoulders, squirting his seed into my little bum
with vigorous pumps. My anus was garrotting his cock, milking out his
thick ejaculate. He mooed like a cow over me, saturating my narrow
rectum with his hot teenaged sauce. I broke down on the mat, whimpering
as the huge organ withdrawn painfully from my body, leaving a gaping
void between my buns. I was drained of energy, dozing off where I was
right away, with cum oozing from my crack and trickling down the inside
of my thighs.

                                -=-

   The next morning, the entire team was quiet around the breakfast
table, each of us battling a severe hangover. The youngest were
especially sluggish. I was too naive to figure out I was looking at a
group of well-fucked little boys. The only thought on my mind was
that we wouldn't be able to earn great scores on our dives at the
competition. That's how dumb I was, still believing the regionals were
a legitimate outing, not an excuse for straight guys to fuck asses.

At the end of the summer, I entered the sixth grade and drifted apart
from Luke and his brother. There was this kid I was obsessed with, two
desks from me. The punkish type; brown hair with bleached highlights,
nice hairless body and a face like Gallagher. It took weeks of subtle
manoeuvres to get into his pants. But eventually, I ended up naked on
the couch with him, my dick buried firmly into his tight pink hole.

I never tried to find out exactly what happened at the party that night.
Apparently, there are videotapes of all the action circulating. I guess
the one where I'm being deflowered is very hot.

My brief membership in the diving club taught me that what doesn't kill
you can only make you stronger. I was a totally different boy compared
to the wet blanket I used to be. And that weekend at the regionals, as
I stood proudly on the diving board before the judges, a new flame was
burning in my belly. I sliced through the air like a knife, regardless
of the aches, the pain and the bitterness of innocence lost. Out of all
the kids in the ten to twelve age bracket, I finished first.

Now that I am sixteen, I think I will go back to see Coach Arkin at the
community centre and return to the diving club. It wouldn't feel right
not to. After all, there must some confused young boys there, mistakenly 
thinking that the hardest lessons are learned at school. They need to be 
advised otherwise. And I will be the wisest teacher.


THE END.