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story codes: (mb, solo, oral, anal, 1st)
style: contemporary - boylove

"'cause it don't bleed and it don't breathe. It's locked its jaws and
now it's swallowing. It's in our heart. It's in our head. It's in our
love. Baby it's in our bed. Tonight I go to hell. For what I've done
to you. This ain't about regret. It's when I tell the truth." - A W





THIS CHARMING BOY    by DEBONAIR

CHAPTER 1.

   Uncle Bob, that's how he called me at first. I was uncomfortable
being referred to as an uncle, since I was only nineteen and he
wasn't my nephew. In my mind, uncles were burly old men who drank
too much and tickled you at Christmas. Every time the dreaded words
came out of his mouth, I corrected him, "Robert, just Robert.". But
the ten-year-old imp continued with the uncle Bob, taunting me,
knowing it made me uneasy.

The boy's nagging was really the least of my worries. I had more
important things to deal with, like trying to keep my mood upbeat
living in the new environment. I had left all my mates behind and
broke up with my boyfriend to come to the big city and attend the
University. All those sacrifices were weighing heavily on my spirit.

The apartment where I rented a room was a cozy luminous place. The
decoration reflected very much the personality of Angela, a mix of
Hindu, hippie and modern comfort. There were no doors in that pad,
not even for the bathroom. Only curtains of beads on strings dangling
in the doorframes that went cling cling when you walked through them.
As a result, I was forced to abandon any hope of privacy and learned
to share my life openly with the mother and son.

Angela was a friend of a friend of my mother. She was a bright woman
in her early thirties, with long blond hair and a brutally honest
face. My folks split the rent with her. In turn, I got a room, meals
and babysat for her brat, Tyler, while she worked evenings trading
currencies on the money markets for a big firm.

The first few days in that bohemian space were rather uneventful. I
studied hard, my nose in the books. They studied me, scrutinizing my
every move as if I was an alien. I tried to make myself invisible to
the mother and son, afraid she would kick me out if I occupied too
much room. "It's Sunday. You can take a break, Robert.", Angela
suggested, "Are you gonna spend the next three years cloistered in
your room?"

It seemed reasonable. I decided to slack off and relax in front of the
television with them. Tyler was resting, his head on her ample bosom,
clad in his whitties, looking like an infant in his mother's arms.
The youngster was a pretty creature, golden blond like her, slightly
undersized for ten-years-old but with great big gray brazen eyes. He
noticed I was examining him and I deflected my stare a while, until he
concentrated on the TV set again.

Pursuing my examination, I let my eyes wander from his bare feet,
along his smooth white legs to his girlish waist. Then over to his
chest where his pink titties were hard. I was jealous of his boyish
frailty, suddenly awashed with memories of my own carefree childhood.

There were guys who told me that I was a handsome guy with my silky
black hair and piercing blues eyes. I did not let it go to my head.
I was an adult now, albeit still cursed with the gangly limbs of my
teenage years, a man whose charm couldn't possibly be compared to
that of a young boy with natural cuteness.

   "Mum, he's looking at me." Tyler whined.

   "You better get used to it, honey. Robert's gonna be here for a
good while." his mother replied flatly, absorbed in the inane sitcom.
She reached for a joint on the coffee table and lit up, inhaling the
first puff loudly. "Want some?" she asked, turning to me.

   "No, I don't smoke that."

   "You're so old-fashioned for a kid of nineteen. Come on live a
little."

I couldn't believe she was smoking pot right in front of her son and
coaxing me to join her. "I'll pass." I refused again.

   "Look at you, all stiff and sitting straight. Let it slide. Take
your shoes off. Hell, you can go naked if you want." she said.

Tyler chuckled at the last remark. I removed my sneakers, wondering
if she was flirting. The loose atmosphere wasn't something I was
accustomed to. For an instant, it seemed like I was in 1973 and we
were about to sing Lennon songs.

   "I was reared in a strict Christian family," Angela began to recite.
"My dad was a disciplinarian. He never let me do anything that I liked
and made up draconian rules. I sure as hell won't raise Tyler like
that." she stated strongly. "And he won't be screwed up because of it,
uh baby?" she murmured. "Are you a good boy?"

   "Yes, mommy." the blond child chimed, puckering his lips to accept
her loving kiss.

The young woman's plea was fascinating. I could not tell if she was
bluffing or exaggerating to make me feel welcomed. But a load had been
lifted off my shoulders. Perhaps, she was really the type of cool mom
every kid dreamed of?

Later that night, Tyler crept into my room and climbed on the bed
with me. He had been standoffish ever since I'd arrived. Seeing him
lounge next to me was perplexing. "Ehm, is there something wrong with
your mattress?" I inquired.

   "I wanna sleep with you." he peeped, wrapping himself around my
trunk.

   "Guess it's okay." I said, uncertain.

   "It's okay." he insisted, nodding repeatedly.

The boy's clean fruity aroma was delightful in my sinuses. The older
lads who had shared my bed reeked of sex and alcohol. Tyler assuredly
had many years to live before his pores started to exude those
horrible scents. I hugged him tightly, pressing his warm little body
against mine. He nodded off quickly, drooling on my nipple. I figured
that this was his way of expressing his hospitality. After all, kids
only have smiles and giggles to give.

He was without a doubt the most beautiful male specimen to ever sleep
with me. My dick twitched alive as I compressed his firm buns, nicely
packed in the fabric of his underwear. I felt silly getting a hard-on
from touching the pre-teen rascal, thinking it was overdue that I
found a way to jack-off unseen from the omnipresent duo.

Dislodging myself from under his weight, I crept in the darkened
apartment, checking on Angela before going to the bathroom. My balls
were heavy, burdened with days of pent-up sauce, so much that I could
not bear the acute ache of my thighs nuzzling them protectively. My
heart palpitated in anticipation of release. I lowered my boxers to
my knees and peered at my poor neglected cock. The veins were
inflamed, the circumcised head was bloated like a sumo wrestler and
the pissslit humid from hours of pre-cum leakage.

In the silence of the night, I worked on the burning piece of flesh,
caressing all eight pulsating inches, clutching firmly the inflexible
shaft. The gratifying swirl of pleasure raced inside my phallus,
intensifying with every movement of my wrist. I sighed audibly,
shutting my eyes. There was no possible way I could repress the urge
to cum. It scratched at my brain, ripping my conscience to pieces.

I wanked faster, fantasizing about this hot young teacher shoving his
fat cock down my throat. The sap of my lust infiltrated the canal.
With a burst of a pressure, the first thick spurt erupted on the opened
toilet seat. I could feel every mechanical aspect of the fluids
circulating in my balls, pushing out all that mansauce in viscous
white ropes. I aimed my prick at the ceramic bowl. My knees sagged
with every heavenly blast until the flow of semen diminished to a faint
trickle.

Replete and exhausted, I cleaned up the mess and flushed. That's when
I spotted him from the corner of my eyes, young Tyler, spying on me
through the curtains of beaded strings. He gasped and scampered away.
When I returned to the bed, the demon was pretending to slumber. But
he could not keep a straight face. I clambered beside him. "Waddja see
lil' perv'?" I asked in a whisper.

He giggled. "Nuthin', uncle Bob. I swear!"

I tousled his blond hair, musing that his mother should have left the
damn doors on if she did not want him to see things like that. Sleep
submerged me quickly in its peaceful embrace, now that my head was
clear. The next morning I woke up with the kid half strewn upon me.
Angela wielded her glance in the bedroom, finding both of us with
obvious morning erections tenting the front of our underpants. I
could not detect a reaction on her usually expressive face.

She stopped me in my tracks later, as I left for my classes. Grasping
my duffel bag, she stared at me seriously. "Can I talk to you a minute,
about my son in your bed?"

I gulped down a wad of saliva, foreseeing a melodramatic sermon. "Uhm,
yeah, sure." I responded warily.

   "Thank you Robert. This is important for me." she confided, drawing
a deep breath before going on. "I've never had a stable relationship
with a man. And because of that, I'm afraid Tyler has never been truly
in contact with some sort of a male figure." she explained with a
hint of guilt in her voice. "He might get buddy-buddy with you. I
apologize. If he becomes too annoying, just push him away. Okay?"

I nodded, dumbfounded by her penitent discourse when all along, I
thought I had done something wrong. Living with Angela was similar to
a roller coaster ride. Lots of ups and downs and dark tunnels where
you lost track of everything. It seemed I was being re-educated all
over again.  I was a tall hunk of man then, six feet two, hundred
eighty pounds of fit flesh and bones but in that home I felt like a
wee toddler in her care.

The blonde witch possessed the charisma of a succubus. She could read
your mind and impose her views with a flash of her seductive menacing
eyes. There was also a kind side to her however. She let me use her
Honda whenever I needed wheels. She gave terrific massages to my sore
shoulders after my workouts. Soon, I was completely at ease amidst
the two of them.

In between my studies, I helped Tyler with his homework and ruff-housed
with him on the hardwood floors. Angela and I engaged in pleasant
conversations at the supper table before she went to work. The strange
open-minded and jaunty aura radiating from them made my soul soar. I
thrived in the intimate cradle of these strangers. I had never felt
more understood. The weeks flew by, confirming what I suspected; I knew
Angela and Tyler more than my own parents with whom I'd lived nineteen
years.

One afternoon, I arrived early from the University, finding the
apartment empty and tranquil. Seizing the opportunity to have time for
myself, I immersed my long body into a hot bath perfumed with Angela's
fragrant bath salts. The moment of quietude was short-lived as Tyler
barged in, back from school. He walked right in the bathroom and
raised his polo shirt over his head.

   "What are you doing?" I inquired, watching him strip steadily,
perfectly aware of what he had in mind.

   "I'm taking a bath!" he announced.

   "Nuh-uh. There's a problem you see, I'm already there."

The spontaneous lad giggled, shucking his duds off quickly. His socks
flew across the tiled floor, his shorts also and finally he removed his
briefs, unimpeded by my disapproval. I hugged my knees to give him some
room at the end of the tub. He hopped in the space, adopting the same
position. For an instant, I had caught sight of his limp uncut weenie,
flopping about over his hairless balls. The flash of genitals had
stirred my arousal and I felt weird inside again.

He sat before me in the tub, smiling, peeking between my legs. His
boyfeet were pressing on my big hooves. "Your nuts are huge!" he
commented.

   "Don't look there," I retorted. "When you're ten, you're not
supposed to take a bath with a man, you know."

   "Ten and three quarters!" he rectified.

   "Whatever."

   "Do you think I'm ugly?"

   "uh?"

   "You keep looking away."

   "Maybe, I'm shy." I pretended, getting more and more aroused by
the young brash boy.

   "Oh. You can look at me all you want. I don't care."

I shut my eyelids, trying to forget about him, before he turned me
insane. If it had been any other older guy, it would have been
different. But he was just a kid, pushing all the right buttons and
sending signals he should not. When I opened my eyes again, his knees
where parted and he was playing obscenely with his little boner. There
were about five sandy hair on his pubic mound. The boy had been hurled
into puberty prematurely.

   "Do you think your mom would enjoy seeing you beating off in the
tub with me?!" I asked rhetorically.

   "She says it's okay if I masturbate. She says sex is a good thing."
he asserted.

   "Well, what do you really know about sex?"

   "Everything."

   "Like what?"

   "You know, like when a boy likes a girl, he licks her pussy and
then she sucks his dick. You can stick your penis in her pussy, but
boys do it in the butthole." he explained.

I couldn't help but grin at the frank explication. "That's sounds
right on. Not very poetic, but correct." I said. The youngster's face
beamed as if he'd gotten an A on a test. He wiggled his toes merrily
over the top of my feet, "Do you wanna see my cum?"

   "Can't you masturbate alone?"

   "Why?" he replied, confounded by the concept of privacy. "You do it
too, I saw you!"

I shook my head at him, utterly taken aback by his blunt demeanour.
"Okay, go ahead. Show me." I abdicated, fixing my gaze upon his crotch.
He spread his legs wide, exhibiting proudly his little package before
me. One hand cupping his ballbag, the other retracting his foreskin,
the little boy looked into my eyes unabashed. "I don't make a lot."
he said.

   "A lot?"

   "Cum." he specified, caressing his three-incher with soapy fingers.
The slim organ swelled some more from his ministrations. Satisfied
with its rigidity, he wrapped his hand around it and began wanking
seriously. "That's it, Tyler. I think you got that down pat." I said.

   "Yeah."

He grinned slyly, curling his toes and tugging on his woody with
fervent strokes. The young satyr was a real pro. His testicles bounced
on the surface of the water, splishing and splashing. His body shuddered
once in a while, taken over by involuntary spasms. I watched his face
slowly melt from the blissful waves. My cock was erect but I kept it
nestled between my thighs, fearing he wouldn't understand that he made
me horny as hell.

The grunts coming out of his gaping mouth became loud and raspy. His
little hand was flying fast on his dick now, rubbing and rubbing the
cute cherry head. The portrait of innocence I had drawn in my mind for
Tyler was destroyed that instant and replaced by that of the horny
child with unruly blond bangs jacking off like a teenager in heat.
"Uhh, I'm cumming!" he trumpeted, clutching his boner.

A droplet of milky fluid appeared at the tip of his penis. "Uhhh!" he
groaned. The first spurt of thin boyjuice zoomed below his bellybutton.
Then his penis produced a sprinkling of pubescent spunk. The little
man was so beautiful with his dopey smile of contentment. I, on the
other hand, was nervous and confused.

Tyler's behaviour in the tub and later on at night in bed when he put
his hand down my underwear, clouded my brain for some time. I couldn't
find it in me to dismiss the incidents as just innocent playfulness.
Then again, it was also impossible for me to fathom that a ten-year-
old boy could be sexually attracted to an adult. When I was his age, I
never got an erection looking at an older boy, even less a man. Or did
I?

Yes I did. I enjoyed seeing those big hard cocks in the porno movies.
Peter North's thick meat. Even Ron Jeremy's gigantic schlong. That was
all I focused on, jacking off at the onset of puberty in front of the
nasty images so laboriously acquired through a network of mates in the
sixth grade. My sexual curiosity had nearly gotten me raped by a high
school senior at that time.

But I wanted to shield Tyler from that world. I wanted to believe that
he was an angel. The same way every parents will deny their offspring's
sexuality until they catch their sons or daughters masturbating or
fornicating with a friend. Up to that point, I had managed to keep
myself in a state of denial, repressing my interest for the boy. I was
the big bad wolf. And I knew that it meant shielding Tyler from my own
self.

I started to realize something was awry at the mall, while I shopped
for underwear and socks. For no reason, it seemed, I went to the boys'
rack and surveyed the merchandise. They had some nice silk boxers and
racy bikinis. I imagined Tyler's round boyass snugly confined in the
fitting underpants. A major improvement compared to those horrible
loose cotton briefs he wore.

The moment I left the store, with a full bag, it struck me. Did I just
buy boys underpants? Wasn't that what perverts did? I sneaked in the
kid's bedroom, my hands shaking, and rapidly unloaded my cargo in the
drawer next to is whitties. Perhaps, he would think that his mother
had bought it? I reasoned stupidly.

>From then on, the blond rascal paraded with my expensive undies on his
loins, not saying a word about their origin. And I thought I had
pulled it off, until came the celebration for my first month amid the
family. Angela baked a lasagna. I was hungry and dazed by the aroma.
As soon as the plate was dropped on the table, I lurched upon it.

   "Hold it there, Robert!" Angela stopped me in mid-bite. "You've been
with us for four weeks now. We're gonna have a heart to heart talk."
she announced, unbuttoning the front of her blouse.

   "What's happening?" I asked, watching her wriggle out of her top.

   "It's a tradition I share with Tyler. Whenever we need to talk
sincerely, we take our clothes off. It's, ehm, symbolic." she declared
in earnest.

   "No, it's crazy."

   "When you're naked, there's nothing to block the words from your
heart to come out. The vibes are flowing freely."

   "Vibes?!" I blurted out, scanning the mother and son stripping at
a steady pace.

   "You are part of the family now. You must abide."

   "And if I don't?"

   "You're free to choose. But you won't eat my homemade lasagna."
she affirmed with a wicked grin.

I stood as they finished stripping. They sat down naked and began
dining. The she-devil had her big bare breasts hovering over her plate.
Tyler was chuckling and swinging his feet under the chair in a cheeky
way that made his limp pecker wobble about. The latter was obviously
amused by the turn of events as they exchanged conniving glances.

   "You're mad, you know! You're both mad!" I ranted.

   "C'mon big boy!" Angela urged on. "Don't be silly. It's not like we
haven't seen you before, in the shower..."

   "Robert's penis is big." the young lad butted in.

   "Yes, I know." she confirmed.

My eyes would have thrown daggers if they could. I unfastened my shirt,
feeling like I was trapped in some freakish cult. My stomach was
gurgling and at that point I would have done anything for food. The
nudist duo contemplated me while I took off my jeans. "Socks too."
Angela pointed out. I removed everything, making sure they got a view
of my hairy dick to demonstrate that I wasn't that prude. Then I sat
down, looking around at the three of us stark naked.

   "See, that wasn't so hard, Robert." the woman hailed. "Now we can
talk about when you were planning to tell us that you're gay."

   "I'm not gay." I stated with a cool smile.

   "Oh please. You should know by now that I don't tolerate secrets in
my home."

   "I am not gay." I reiterated with an indignant tone, ducking my
head like a toddler.

   "Come on! My tits are out in the open and you're not even glimpsing
at them. You can't bear to see my son without fancy underwear. And
you're not looking at me while I talk to you right now."

The pasta had a bitter taste in my mouth. I consumed a couple of bites
as they awaited my response. They had pinned me against the wall. I
had nowhere to run. "Okay, you've won, Angela. I'm a big homo. Are you
happy?"

   "I didn't win anything. You need to learn to be honest, that's it.
And you can bring any boyfriend of yours here. Tyler understands that
sometimes a man can love another man."

I didn't know where she got that demented notion that I wanted to drag
a guy into her nutty coop. What kind of mother would allow me to do
that? One who was absolutely off her rocker as she proved the very next
weekend when she had a co-worker over for diner. Late in the evening,
the fuck noises emanating from her bedroom resonated throughout the
apartment.

I held Tyler's half-naked form closely against mine. He smiled,
listening to the plaintive moans of her mom. The wails of passion rose
and ebbed. I got horny, hearing her screams of joy. The stranger was
fucking her hard. I looked into the kid's big gray eyes. There wasn't
a trace of distress. He was used to it.

His fingers crawled in the leg hole of my underwear, brushing my balls,
as they traveled up to my raging hard-on. The sticky invaders wrapped
around the girth of my cock. They squeezed tightly. I was too horny to
care anymore.

   "I wanna see." the youngster whispered excitedly, pulling down the
waistband of my underwear over the throbbing bulge. He revealed my
fat hose and grasped it under the head. "It's so big!" he said in
hushed amazement, pumping gently.

As I looked down at the boy caressing my prick, I knew very well that
I should have stopped him as soon as his hand went exploring. I was
angry at myself for ruining all those past days of proper conduct and
proceeded to raise my underwear.

  "NO! Don't do that!" he exclaimed.

  "It's not right."

  "I did it in front of you, now you have to!"

The logic of the child was warped. I gave him a look of discouragement.

   "Yes, show me how you do it." he hailed.

My cock was uncovered again. I began to jack off, somewhat excited and
anxious that I was doing it for a ten-year-old kid. Tyler giggled and
straddled my thighs, examining my handy work while his mother was
still getting fucked in the other room.

The lad's fingers were all over my crotch, exploring my pubes and my
big nutbag. I let him take over and wank me. He wrapped his bony
fingers around my shaft and pumped with superb stokes of youthful
ardour. Surprisingly, the kid was providing a most effective hand job.
My eight inch tool was hard as steel, flexing under his touch. He
pulled his boxers down to the knees and applied the same considerations
to his boner.

The loud noises of copulation in the other bedroom covered our ragged
breathing. I admired the busy hands of my young partner. He fisted his
boycock frantically and abused the helmet of my pole with jerky flicks
of the wrist. The little guy was so thrilled by our sex play that I
started to loosen up. He smiled brightly and grimaced from the pleasure.

I guided the palm of his hand over my peehole to lube it, then showed
him how to slide it over the full length of my cock. My juice was
bubbling in my balls but I wanted to see him shiver first in the
throes of his boyish climax. He pulled on his dick one time too much
and spilled his timid load over my hairy testicles.

I got off seeing him indulge in his orgasm. I exhaled a breath of
deliverance. My cock erupted at once, blasting out thick jizz in arches.
Tyler leaned over, awestruck, examining my sperm splash all over my
bare chest. He compressed the pulsing flesh with his fingers, feeling
the thunderous rush of hot sperm up my urethra.

After I had cleaned up, he cuddled next to me as if nothing had ever
happened. Despite the afterglow of my orgasm, the guilt returned,
chewing my guts and making me feel like a monster for what I had just
done with the kid. I think the blond tempter sensed it. He stretched
his neck, laying a furtive kiss on my face. And I dozed off with the
moist circle of boyish tenderness drying up slowly upon my cheek.



CHAPTER 2.

   I may have painted an idyllic picture of the boy. Tyler was indeed
a pretty child with a pleasant character. But he could also be the most
annoying brat at times. Once the floodgates were open, he yakked and
yakked endlessly with his soprano voice, asking questions and telling
pointless tales. His stubbornness was legendary. His tantrums were
ear-splitting. I came close to slapping him several times.

The relentless harassment got to me on the eve of an important exam.
He was berating me while I tried to study. "I'm bored. Let's go see a
movie!" he whined again and again, nudging me on my chair, ignoring
my rebuttals. "NO TYLER!" I growled. "FUCK OFF TYLER" I raised my
voice.

I lost it shortly after thirty minutes of persecution and pushed him
on a chair. The youngster was elated that I was finally giving him the
attention he thought he deserved. He didn't budge when I tied his
wrists to the rungs of the backseat with the sleeves of a shirt.
"Stay there and shut up. This test tomorrow is very important for me."

   "Bleah." he grumbled, pouting like a four-year-old.

For a while, the refreshing silence allowed me to ruminate on my
studies. The squeaky voice spoke again, "Robert, I need to do it."

   "What now?" I turned my head, looking at the bound cutie squirming
in his chair.

   "My dick's hard." he said, lifting his pelvis off the seat to
present me the growth in his shorts. "Untie me."

   "You think I'm gonna fall for that trick?" I snorted and knelt at
his bare feet. This was the ideal situation to show him how much of a
nuisance I could be too. He struggled to free himself as he noticed
the flicker of malevolence in my eyes. My knots were secure and I
proceeded to lower his shorts and undies down to his ankles. His pink
cocklet was very stiff indeed, pointing up valiantly.

   "What are you doing?" he asked.

   "Making sure you don't bother me for the rest of the night."

With the tip of my index I traced the outline of his excited pecker.
The rigid morsel inflated some more, pushing against the foreskin. I
continued the torture, running the tip of my finger tenderly over his
penis, barely touching it, just brushing against the engorged weenie.

   "Don't do that!" Tyler barked, out of frustration.

I teased his erection again, petting it cautiously like a gerbil, for
five minutes non-stop. He looked down at me, wriggling in the chair,
his nostrils flaring. "I'm gonna tell my mom you did that!" he
threatened me.

   "You won't." I called his bluff, rubbing under his dickhead. "How
does it feel Tyler to have someone constantly tormenting you?"

   "ARGGHHHHH!" he screamed, shaking his head left and right.

The beautiful boyhood was entirely swollen now, craving the release it
so needed. A rivulet of clear liquid dribbled out of his tiny peehole
and ran down his slim shaft. Tyler's gray eyes were starting to float
in tears of joy and resentment. I teased his penis slowly some more,
assuming he would break down soon and accept defeat.

   "Pleeze, make me cum." he finally cried out.

   "Promise you will go watch TV and leave me alone?"

   "Are you gonna suck it?"

I backed off and swatted his knees. "You lil'-"

   "-C'mon, suck my dick and I won't bother you anymore."

I paused, resigning myself to the fact I'd already gone too far with
the precocious laddie. Tyler's sigh of relief filled my ears as my lips
swallowed his little rod. The juicy weenie was so damn hot and tasty on
my tongue. I went down on him fast, already regretting my actions. His
high-pitched moans reminded me loud and clear that he was only ten-
years-old.

   "OHHHH YEAH! OH YEAH!" he raved. "THAT'S SOOO GOOD!"

I clamped down on his willy, wanting him to come sooner than later.
And he did just that, stiffening on the chair, erupting into my mouth a
few times. I bobbed my head on his quaking peter, suctioning out all
the salty nectar. It had only taken two minutes, but I knew I would be
haunted by it forever. Tyler grinned grandly. I smiled at the naughty
child, feeling his fresh pre-teen spunk oozing down my throat.

Just after my twentieth birthday, it was Tyler's turn to have his. We
all gathered around the kitchen table and watched him blow off the
eleven candles on his cake. He unwrapped his mother's gift first,
merrily ripping through the colourful paper around the big box to
reveal a soccer ball.

   "I managed to find some money to enrol you in the soccer team this
year." Angela said.

   "Thanks, mom!"

It had never occurred to me that there could have been a shortage of
cash. Angela always provided great meals and seemed to be financially
sound. The discovery startled me. Tyler picked up my birthday envelope,
pretending to be excited when it's common knowledge that all kids
abhor birthday cards. He opened it and read it silently.

   "What does it say?" Angela queried.

   "It says he's gonna be my slave?" the boy chirped, dumbfounded.

   "Yep, next Saturday, you're gonna have my entire attention. You can
make me drive you wherever you wanna go. I will do absolutely everything
you want this one day."

   "Cool!"

   "You don't know what you're getting into." Angela remarked.

On the special day, the boy woke me at six a.m. to run his bath. He
made me wash him, relishing my submission to his every whim, demanding
that I cleaned his butt real good with the soap and washcloth. I
obeyed his desires, scrubbing every intimate spot on the uninhibited
lad.

He laid inert on the bed, commanding me to dress him up. I put his
white socks on his boyfeet, slid his underwear along his hairless legs.
Then his shorts and a T-shirt. And we were off for breakfast at the
restaurant. Afterwards, a short trip at the arcade and later a most
unusual request for a pit stop at the hair salon. The kid wanted to dye
his hair red. Not just any red. Bright red like a fire engine. I nearly
fainted as I paid for the discoloration of his golden mane.

After lunch, we headed outside the city to the water park. The afternoon
flew by while he frolicked in his Speedo down every slide, forcing me
to accompany him in the steepest descents. I was eleven again, having
fun with wild Tyler. It seemed I had never been closer to him. And I
savoured every minute until it was time to leave.

The changing rooms of the water park were in a small building. They
had those stalls serving as cubicles for privacy. We selected the
nearest one and locked ourselves in. I turned my back a second. The boy
placed his hands around my neck. "I betcha I could kill you here and
nobody'd find out." he muttered, compressing a bit.

   "I'd like to see that!" I retorted, trying to disentangle myself.
He wrapped his arms tightly around my torso and pressed his groin on
my ass, humping like a dog. "Stop that and get dressed. I'm hungry."
I told him off, again baffled that the kid was so sexualized.

   "I need to piss real bad." he blurted out.

   "You can go there." I pointed out to him kindly, showing the drain
pipe in the centre of the cement floor.

He aligned himself over the hole and pulled down the front of his
Speedo. The flow of urine spilled out of his penis. The cool water had
shrunk his dick to the size of a double A battery, but soon it was
beefing up. He giggled stupidly, eyeing his piss splattering on the
drain.

We removed our damp swimsuits. I pivoted around to find him there,
fondling his boner and ogling at me. His face beamed with the glow
of his arousal. I pretended not to notice, praying he would not take
me to the edge again. The boy moved closer with a mischievous grin.
He grabbed my balls without hesitation.

   "Hey, no touching!" I reprimanded him, shoving his arm away.

   "You said, I could do whatever I want today!" he bellowed.

   "That's not part of the deal."

   "It's not fair. You gotta let me play with your dick."

I wiped my brow, perceiving a headache coming on. My dick stiffened
from the clear indication that he wanted to have sex with me again. I
was betrayed by my own prick lengthening before his young eyes,
showing him I was slipping. The tie-up game had been a big mistake.
Some kind of recognition from my part that this sex play was rational.
A permission for us to engage in forbidden games. I had to do something
but only came up with the stupidest idea.

   "Okay then, how about you get down on your knees and suck me off?"
I proposed with a vulgar tone, hoping he'd retreat and save me further
sorrow. In the back of my mind, I knew he would do it. I think I
wanted him to do it? I was not surprised to see him kneeling at my feet
in defiance, attaching himself to the back of my thighs.

His mouth advanced towards my groin. I slipped my fingers in the silky
scarlet mop atop his head and stopped him. "I was just kidding, Tyler.
You don't have to do this."

He looked up and didn't say a word, rolling his eyes in their sockets
like it wasn't such a big thing. I signed and let him go on. He kissed
my pendulous balls and licked randomly along the side of my hardening
pole. To ease my guilt, I thought about how at the same age I would
have probably done the same thing if a nice prick had been shoved in
my face.

He opened his trap and gobbled me up. I watched my cock disappear until
there was no space left between his lips. He had absorbed five inches
of my meat. His tongue was swirling awkwardly around it. "Just slide
on it." I advised.

The little sexpot put his hand on his own lonely dick and jacked off
while he began moving his hungry mouth on my penis. "Yeah, that's it
Tyler. You're doing well. Suck that cock." I exclaimed. His wet lips
accelerated, engulfing my shaft till the back of his throat snuggled
the large knob.  He was siphoning me on the way up, sucking my flesh
like a trained whore in the most delicious way.

The amorous moans of our bliss resonated in the enclosure. Shivers
rattled my bones. I could not believe it was happening. The little
mouth was absolutely fantastic, stimulating all the right spots,
clasping around every centimetre of my engorged phallus. "Slow down,
cowboy!" I squealed, capturing his bobbing head to savour the tranquil
delights of his suckling lips.

For an instant, I was frightened. What if somebody burst in through
the door? I could see it. The people storming our stall to catch a
glimpse of the rabid man getting a blowjob from a kid. At the
water Park of all places! I could see them, bug-eyed, accusing me of
being the child molester that I really was.

Tyler must have noticed I was getting lost for he pursued with more
passion, sucking and poking his tongue at my dickhead. The escalating
pleasure banished my worries. I looked down again at his cheeks
grotesquely plump from my obese fuckstick. His lips were gleaming. His
baby face was glowing from devotion. I put my back against the wall and
surrendered my hard mancock to his horny mouth.

   "Goddamn, you're gonna make me cum, Tyler!" I warned him. He wanked
himself faster, sucking frantically. All was a blur as we neared our
respective orgasms. I felt his breathing, uneven and broken, like he
was choking. But he was coming. His dick squirted a hot stream of
boyjuice on my ankle. My initial splurge of sauce plastered his palate.
He pulled off, leaving my hard-on unattended, wagging in the air and
spitting sperm all over his face.

The youngster stayed there, his eyes shut, as I showered him with a
deluge of discharge. He laughed whole-heartedly, unfettered by the
mess. "I'm sorry.", was the only thing that came to my mind, and the
first thing I repeated when his mother saw his red hair.

   "Do you like it, mom?" the boy queried.

She feigned a smile and directed her ominous stare to me.

   "Oh no, don't start the blame game!" I put my foot down. "He got the
idea. I only paid for it!"

   "Is that so?" she countered.

   "What's wrong, Angela? Aren't you happy your son is expressing
himself freely? Isn't that how you raised him?"

   "I'm totally okay with it." she lied.

I was ecstatic. For once, I had won a battle. The gypsy woman who
boasted her open-mindness was pissed off by the punkish hairdo. For a
couple of days, I walked on a cloud. She had displayed a weakness. She
wasn't the goddess of hipness.

Everything came crashing down one afternoon as I arrived home, finding
Tyler sobbing in the corner and his mother fuming in the other. The
hair incident had triggered a conversation between the two of them.
But I didn't need to be cognizant of that to see that something was
awfully wrong. Just looking at the kid's puffy red eyes told me that
the shit was going to hit the fan. And I was petrified.

   "You fuckin' bastard." Angela mumbled.

   "Listen, I don't know what he said. But-"

   "-How could you do THAT!" she cut me. "Can't you tell the difference
between cuddling him and sticking your dirty dick in his mouth for
CHRISSAKE!"

The words I was supposed to say were stuck in my throat. My heart was
sinking.

   "Are you a faggot or a pedophile?" she roared.

   "I I-" I stammered.

   "Look at him. He's eleven, Robert! Just a baby."

I retraced my steps in the corridor, tears springing to my eyes. The
jagged edge of the truth was shredding my guts. There was nothing I
could say to defend myself because she was right. Every word was like
a knife stabbing me. My eyes caught a glimpse of the sobbing boy
again. It was so obvious. He was a child and I was a man. How could I
had forgotten that?

   "I'm sorry." I muttered.

   "Where do think you're going?"

   "Please, I need to take a walk." I begged.

   "If I ever learn that you had sex with my son again. I will wake
up in the night and slash your balls off!" she growled, pointing a
sharp fingernail at me. "And don't think I won't do it! You know I
will."

With those memorable parting words, I took to the street, strolling
aimlessly and reflecting on my foolishness. Did I really think I could
go on unpunished? The thoughts in my brain were mangled. I wished she
had kicked me out or punched me on the nose.

The sound of sneakers stomping on the sidewalk grew louder. I glanced
at the little demon walking in a cowardly fashion next to me.

   "Do you hate me?" Tyler uttered barely audibly.

I restrained myself from lashing at him. "Why did you tell her?"

   "I didn't think she would be mad! I always tell her everything!"

   "Well, in the real world, people keep things to themselves, like
with whom they have sex." I snapped and cringed, suddenly aware I had
used a tactic of every child abuser; silencing the victim.

   "Do you hate my mom?"

That was a tough one. I calmed down. "No, your mom's only looking out
for what's best for you," I said sincerely. "in a warped, dysfunctional
kinda way, but you're gonna be okay."

The wind rose as we entered the park and sat down on a bench. Tyler
hugged his bare legs. I sprawled on the brown seat, as if I'd been
beaten with a stick for hours. There was a concerned look on the kid's
pretty face. He put his chin atop his knees and looked straight at me
with his puppy eyes. "I think I love you."

Tyler's sweet admission warmed my heart. I could not be cruel enough
to tell him that he surely could not be in love with me. That all
eleven-year-old boys are compulsive little wankers and therefore he
loved sex, not me.

   "You don't even know me. What's my favourite colour?" I tested him.

   "That's easy. Red."

   "What's my favourite food?"

   "Pork chops."

   "This one you won't get. What's my favourite day?"

   "Friday."

   "Okay, smarty pants. My favourite part on your bony frame?"

   "My butt." he peeped and blushed.

The clever kid had been perceptive. It was eerie listening to him
describing me with pinpoint accuracy, like we were old lovers. I died
a little bit inside. What we had going on between us was not meant to
be. I had to crush the blossoming buds of our relationship under my
shoe or suffer the consequences.

   "I love you very much, like you are my little brother," I conceded.
"And that's why there's gonna be no fooling around."

Tyler did not share my bed anymore. He befriended a kid on his soccer
team and brought him home. I was slightly jealous of the new boy.
However, the time they played with Nerf toys allowed me to get back
into my studies more seriously.

The other kid was a tad taller and sturdier. But when they chattered,
it was blatant that Tyler was much more mature. He could twist and
influence the young visitor with a string of full proof arguments that
left even me stun.

For a week, I was okay. Then I became obsessed one day. My thoughts
were of the boy. I could not study anymore. I put my pencil down and
listened to Tyler and his buddy yak about their world. The melodious
voice of my charge was blessed with lovely overtones of carefree glee
that soothed my ears.

A hazy black cloud blurred my vision. I turned around trying to find
some sense of direction. The ground under my feet cracked open and I
plummeted in a bottomless pit, scratching at the walls in an attempt
to stop the vertiginous fall. All of sudden, I was bouncing on the
springs of a mattress. My head was spinning. A bolt of lightning
flashed brightly and a man was on top of me, approaching his face
before mine. I looked at the blond hunk in puzzlement as a trickle of
familiarity ran down my back. "Tyler? Where am I?"

   "It's me, you're home. Cum inside me."

I woke up and turned around, seeing young Tyler standing paralysed in
the hallway. "What?" I blabbered.

   "I said, Jesse's gone home. Come watch TV."

   "Yeah sure." I replied, shaking the strange dream away.

We sat down at either ends of the couch in our underpants and flipped
through the channels seeking something remotely entertaining. The
boy's legs were on my chest as if I was an ottoman. I tugged on the
white sock covering his left foot and massaged the small extremity.
Then I traded for the next one, watching him enjoy the pleasure of my
touch and squirm when it tickled. Much too my dismay, even the lad's
boyfeet got me excited. I leaned and sucked on his big toe. "Mmmmmmm"

He looked over and laughed. "It can't be that tasty after I've been
running all day."

   "You'd be surprised how tasty you are." I said. "Besides, it's the
only thing I can suck on you. At least, I think so."

The youngster flashed me a wicked grin and scooted over me, approaching
like a tiger in much the same way the man in my dream had done, inching
his face before mine. His ticker was beating against my heart, so very
fast. His crotch grinded against the bulge in my boxers. "I won't tell
my mom." he whispered.

   "You won't tell her what?"

   "That I sucked your dick again."

   "I thought you liked me, Tyler. You want me to get kicked out?"

He stood up and stepped out of his undies, returning across my legs
naked. How I loved everything about the crazy urchin. His smells and
his perfect skin stretched tautly over burgeoning muscles. How I
craved that cute butt of his, so firm, so small, and his bubble gum
dick, seemingly hard all the time, jutting from his bald groin. But
mostly, I loved the way he averted my stare, gazing away coyly, afraid
I might interfere with his sexual initiatives. Like now, as he fondled
the bloated sausage in my underwear, rubbing it as if it was Aladdin's
magic lamp.

I pulled my boxers down and watched him attack the throbbing tool. He
squeezed it, kissed it, chewed on my balls and licked them all over.
He slapped his face with my pole and opened up wide, stuffing his
mouth with the vibrant flesh. It was impossible to believe the kid was
only eleven, the way he worked that fat hose into his trap without
batting an eyelash.

He straddled my mid-section and sat his petite ass on my erection. The
cushion of his buns was so smooth over my drooling pole. He wriggled
on me, jacking his kiddy boner, decidedly aroused by the feel of my
swollen cock underneath his boybutt. I watched him manoeuvre over my
crotch. He squatted and rubbed his asshole on my wet cockhead. "You're
gonna hurt yourself." I commented.

The satyr applied pressure on my rigid fuckstick but I knew he'd never
be able to take me. The moist heat of his anus was so amazing. He
jerked his dick frantically, sitting his hole on my tubular prickhead.
There was something oddly exciting and sad about that kid trying to
impale himself on my huge prong. His impatience to do adult things made
me feel sombre and heartsick yet compelled to teach him the ways of
physical love.

   "OHH OWWW! OWWW!" Tyler cried out suddenly, wheezing for air.

I glimpsed at his grimacing face. The vise of his assring was now
under my cockhead. The eager beaver had popped my whole knob into
himself.

   "Ohhhh it hurts!" he complained.

   "SHIIIIT TYLER!" I burst out, abruptly awakening to the reality of
the situation. My dick was into the kid. It was the most horrible
thing in the world! Worse than if I had beat him black and blue.

   "OOWWWW! UHHH!"

   "Jack off faster!" I suggested.

The lad heeded my call, hovering over my groin with the bulbous end
of my erection stuck up his butthole. His whines of panic soared in my
ears. He masturbated like a maniac, trying to get his rocks off quickly
so that it would vanquish the pain. I lost my load right then and
emptied myself up his rectum. He came in the meantime. His body
shuddered. His virgin pucker wrung my penis tightly.

Tyler disembarked off my cock and started to laugh like a loon. I
joined him, totally mesmerized by his zest for life. Something broke
inside me and I knew at that very moment that I would never forgive
myself if I denied my heart all the love it had for the boy. I had
spoiled enough already with my idiotic hang-ups.



CHAPTER 3.

   Tyler stepped up to my room the next evening, immediately after his
mother had gone to work. His stance in the doorway was anything but
defensive. One arm leaned up against the door facing, one leg bent
at the knee, bare toe idly scratching at the inside of his calf,
black T-shirt riding up on the side to reveal a smooth plane of
white skin over the waistline of his oversized pants drooping low
on his hips.

I closed my study book and rolled my chair on the hardwood floor to
him, trapping his legs between my knees. "You're gonna annoy me all
evening again?" I asked, seeing the usual mischievous glint in his
pupils. This time however, there was something else emanating from
his smiling face, a latent dose of lust blending elusively with
boyish shyness.

   "How come you never kiss me?" he demanded, leaning over seriously.

   "I didn't think you'd like that. Go ahead." I answered, raising my
face until my big nose rubbed against his button, my mouth ajar just
enough to give him entrance. Our lips touched and the boy's breath
filled my lungs. He pressed hard against my mouth and pulled back to
look at my dazed mug. Before I could get my senses back, I was forced
into another kiss. The second one clumsy and overeager like you'd
expect from a child. Tyler's mouth sucked me in a demanding manner,
his tongue shoving past my lips as I gave way to his hungry passion.

My hands wandered on his hips and on his shapely buns while he kissed
me almost violently. There were no more excuses in my brain. I did not
even look for the energy to resist. I returned the kiss, slithering my
tongue in his mouth to lick his pearly white teeth. He unsnapped his
pants and let them fall to the floor. My hands groped between his
thighs, discovering he had not put on underwear. His nutbag was tightly
drawn, his insatiable dick was stiff. I toyed with his genitals without
remorse.

When he pulled his beautiful face away, breaking the intense kiss,
another man was looking at him. He recognized my new disposition and
smiled slyly. I unbuckled my pants. Tyler's oversized t-shirt vanished
from his skinny frame. It was the only thing left on him. He climbed on
the bed, stark naked, and contemplated me as I peeled off my jeans and
boxers. Soon, we were united in sin again on my bed.

His skin was hot against mine. I crushed his small body in my arms,
kissing his face, caressing his back from the cleft of his boyass all
the way up to the fuzzy nape of his neck. We rolled on the mattress,
smouldering in the fire of our embrace. I looked deeply into the wet
eyes of my young lover, seeing straight into his soul. Tears pooled at
the bottom of his eyelids and ran down the curb of his cheeks.

   "Are you okay?" I asked, brushing away the wayward scarlet bangs
stuck to his sweaty forehead.

   "I'm crying cuz' I'm happy." he responded, sniffling and wiping away
the damp streams to reclaim his masculine identity.

I sought his kiss but he was already nibbling at my jaw, scraping my
beard with his teeth. Fast and feverishly, he moved to one nipple,
suckling it briefly, then he abandoned it to go below and follow the
line of black hairs trailing from my belly button to my pubes. Both
hands on my rigid manhood, he lowered his lips upon it. A guttural
groan escaped my lips from the lash of pleasure brought on by his
sucking mouth.

He tugged on my cock with rude yanks and took swipes with his tongue
around the edge of the moist helmet, showing me how much he loved it,
how much he was grateful that I was so damn hard for his sexy body.
But his little mouth did not pleasure me long.

I glanced at him and understood it was my turn to perform the delectable
deed. I crept to his loins only to be disappointed as he flipped over
on his tummy, playing hard to get, dissimulating the piece of candy
under him.

My hand on his hipbone, I turned him on his back easily, totally
sexed-up, yearning for the zing of boyjuice on my taste buds. Again, he
rolled over quietly, presenting me his backside. His intentions were
obvious, now. "You really wanna do this, uh?" I murmured, patting his
divine tail.

   He nodded.

I fled to the bathroom, wondering how I was going to take his cherry
for real. How I could cram my huge prick up his narrow backdoor and
still make it an enjoyable experience for both us, something he would
remember fondly all his life unlike my deflowering at the hand of a
jock teenager, who had shoved himself into me like a rutting dog.

My hands were shaking as I picked up the bottle of hand lotion. I was
suddenly very afraid of losing him. I knew he would never be the same
after.

He spread his legs and undulated on the bed sheets. I breezed over
him and proceeded to lube his asscrack, then my cock with copious
smears of the glistening emollient. Despite my apprehensions, my
fuckstick was a steel rod. I wanted to nail him for sure. There were
no doubts about it. I wanted to give him a lesson on how boys and men
had been quenching their lust for one another since the beginning of
time.

Prone over his small figure, I swung my arm under his chin and eased
my slippery pole between his buttocks. He tightened up, readying
himself for the loss of the last of his innocence. "It's the opposite,
Tyler." I cajoled him with my voice. "You have to loosen up. Put your
mouth on my arm and bite down when it hurts. If it hurts very very
much, then you bite me very very hard. OK?"

   "Yess. I'm not scared!" he swore.

His teeth sank into my flesh as soon as the tip of my erection pierced
his boyhole. I paused, feeling my dickhead stuck in the quivering ring.
The little sphincter was upset, biting me the same way the boy was. The
more I plunged into him, the deeper his pointy teeth seared on my arm.
The sustained numbing pain made me wince. It felt like I was fucking
myself, sticking my cock into my own asshole and experiencing both
sides of the penetration.

The pressure of Tyler's jaw on my arm abated. I pushed my whole knob
into his tender anus. He bit me hard. So damn hard, puncturing the skin.
His sharp canines were embedded, uncompromising. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry."
I lamented, kissing the top of his head. "Just wait a while, don't fight
it, that's it. I promise it can be good."

The kid's heartbeat slowed down, pulsing lightly all around the
stretched anus strangling the crown of my cockhead. The difficult part
was over. I probed further, inserting an inch of hot meat than another
one, up to four inches of my prick. I pulled back and glided in, fucking
him with mellow strokes.

Tyler moaned, unclenching his maxilla on my arm. It was easier than I
had expected. I rose and sank into the grip of his asshole. The bloody
imprint of his teeth was smarting, but I didn't care anymore. I was
fucking him. Tyler was a good partner, steering me the right way to
give him pleasure; he whined whenever I twisted my pole into his hole
and he tilted his head back, fussing and kicking my ass with his heels
when I drove too deep.

The cries, the wincing and muscles twitches eventually went away with
time. I rode his rump with a steadier rhythm. The sight of his little
white mounds hugging my fat prick was quite unnerving, yet thrilling.
His moans were subdued, melodic, and similar to a kitten purring.

   "Feeling good, now?" I inquired.

   "Yeah," he sighed. "I like it when you pump it in my butt."

   "Let's switch. Get on your back and grab your knees." I oriented
him.

With the kid's feet on my shoulders, I leaned over and kissed his
swollen lips. His butt was split open. His gaping assmouth was red
and slimy from the fuck juices. I mounted him, burying myself into his
rectum deeper this time. He yelped out and scrunched his face. But as
I began to sodomize him anew, his face turned to utter ecstasy, like
he'd been drugged up.

He fiddled with his limp pecker, bringing it back to life. My cock
nudged against his prostate and he moaned. I slammed my mouth down on
his, muffling the echo of his grunts, looking into his eyes to see the
hurricane of new pleasures overtaking him. Pleasures reserved to men,
not little boys. Painful pleasures that paved the way to a sexual Eden
made of a million fountains gushing pure delights.

Tyler wrapped his arms around the back of my neck, curving my body,
angling me in a way that my thrusts were more accommodating. "YOU'RE
FUCKING ME!" he hailed hysterically, shaken by the growing tempo of
my plowing. "Can you feel it, Tyler?" I whispered in his ear. "Can
you feel how hard I am for you?" I mumbled, sodomizing him like a man,
my cock pounding into his butt.

   "Yeahhh! Fuck me! FUCK ME!" he exulted.

The lad's position was so raunchy, bent in two, legs dangling in the
air, all ten tiny toes curled up and his hands pulling me deeper into
the recess of his bowels. I forgot he was eleven and I rammed my
fuckstick furiously, banging his lil' butt good like a crazed bull. My
grunts of passion were drowned in a barrage of grated shrieks. He
hammered his fists on my back, screaming at the top of his lungs.

   "STOP!!! SOMETHING'S WRONG! ARGGHHHHHHHH!"

   "You're cumming..." I said softly, leaning back, hauling his pelvis
on my lap to show him his lil' hard dick spraying a drizzle of kidcum
all over his tummy. Tyler's orgasm was long and hard. I stayed still
through it all, my spike up his quivering anus, watching him trash from
his first anal climax.

He melted and stiffened again when I stabbed into his butt to reach my
relief. The unrelentless tightening of his asshole around my cock was
incredible. I raised his spine with both arms, sitting him on my
phallus, elevating him high, higher than anyone else before. And the
whole time I admired the beautiful boy above me, exhausted and sated
from sex, the tremors of my orgasm jolted me.

My penis spewed inside him, drenching his guts with hot ejaculate. I
could have never predicted it would be so good to fuck the little boy.
Better than anything else. I loved him so much for it. He was the best
kid in the universe. The only lover in my life who'd ever abandon
himself fully completely to me.

My cock finished delivering its hot load into the depth of his insides
and I let him fall over, hugging him so tightly. We rested together,
huddled in the warmth of our merged bodies until my penis softened and
slipped out, rejected by his hostile little hole.

At the restaurant, sitting in front of Angela, my nerves were tense. I
could barely look at her without recalling what I had done to her son.
The pictures of our prohibited union were appearing before my eyes and
I feared she would see them.

   "Take whatever your want on the menu, Robert. My treat. I wanna
thank you for the amazing job you're doing with Tyler. And I want you
to forgive me for being so hard on you that last time."

   "You didn't have to do that." I babbled.

   "No, take the credit. Tyler has changed so much since you've arrived.
He's more confident and his grades are up there." she insisted and
glared upon noticing the wound. "What happened to your arm?"

   "Oh, it's nothing."

   "Tyler did that?" she burst out in disbelief, figuring out that the
crescent of red dots could have only been chiselled by the teeth of a
child.

   "I twisted his arm too much when we were ruff-housing and he bit
me. I deserved it. Don't scold him." I testified and quickly changed
the subject. "You never told me who Tyler's dad was?"

She looked away and lit up a cigarette, indicating I had touched on a
delicate matter. "If you must know, I was young and dumb, living in
California, and this surf dude came up to me saying he would give me
the moon." she divulged, dragging on her Kool. "So I fucked him,
thinking we would live happily ever after. But I never saw him again.
Satisfied?"

   "Oh." I exclaimed, slightly embarrassed.

   "Ever since that episode, I can't commit to a guy. Tyler's the only
man in my life now."

The confession made me feel worse. There was no escaping the fact that
I was doing revolting things to her son behind her back. The boy was
the most precious part of her life and I was debasing that sacred
love with my vile impulses.

As I drove Tyler to his soccer practice, thoughts were bubbling in my
head. I didn't know anymore if I'd taken advantage of his curiosity
for my own sexual gratification or if he had made a conscious decision.
He was only eleven after all. He still asked his mummy what clothes he
should wear at school. How could he consent to sex?

I considered putting a stop to it all. Even it meant breaking his
little heart. This had gone too far. But when I parked the car next to
the soccer field and looked at the smiling boy, all my good intentions
were gone. "Have a good practice." I said.

   "Aren't you coming to watch me? I thought you were my boyfriend?"

   "Oh, yes. I guess we have to everything together now." I babbled.

   "Yes."

There were three soccer moms sitting on the wooden stands and me. The
sun was blazing over the field of cute tweenies running after the
black and white ball in their yellow shorts and tees. Once in a while,
Tyler swung his gaze and a grin in my direction. I waved at him. The
flame-haired kid was a hundred feet from me, but I could smell the
scent of his exertion. I could imagine perfectly how the boysweat on
his little balls would taste.

There were no showers for him and we headed straight home, where I
licked him all over. With my tongue up his wrinkled fuckhole, the kid
wanked and squealed like I'd not seen and heard before.

I spent all of my free time with the lad. It was a very strange
situation. I could be going to see the latest Hollywood production
with the pre-teener one hour and the next have him bounce on my cock
like a cowboy at a rodeo. Every day we consolidated our union. I
couldn't believe how much sucking and fucking the kid could handle.

For some odd kink, Tyler wanted to do it on his mother's bed once. It
was a peculiar proposition. Nonetheless, we lay a towel on the mattress
and I spooned him. Both of us on our flanks, I made him raise his knee
and hold it. His butt crack opened up naturally for my oozing prick. He
winced slightly when I penetrated him yet again.

The kid was used to it now. He was relaxed and ready. I marvelled at
the way he popped a boner so fast when I slid my entire manhood into
his narrow chute. Within a minute, I was fucking him. And not just any
leisurely slow ride. I was sodomizing him hard, driving my ramrod ball-
deep into his hairless hole, fucking him hardcore like no eleven-
year-old boy should be fucked.

   "UHHH! UHHH!!! FUCK MY BUTT! YEAHH! FUCK MY BUTT!!!!" he screamed
to tempo of the wrought iron bed frame colliding against at the wall
like a bass drum.

   "YEAHH! TAKE MY BIG COCK!! YEAHH!!" I hollered, banging and banging
into his small round baby butt.

Tyler shivered in my arms as he struggled to keep from cumming, battling
against me to withhold the inevitable a while longer. It was pointless
for I only piston his hole harder, driven by his screams of pleasure
until he yelled out from his orgasm. There was nothing more beautiful
and hot than to see my little boy cum, squint his eyes and groan from
the explosions of pure bliss. I pulled out fast and let my cock vomit
its hot sauce into his gaping red anus.

   "You disgust me, both of you."

The voice was disheartened but resolute. We glanced back, discovering
Angela leaning against the doorframe, utterly tired and white as a
ghost. "I trusted you, Robert. This is how you repay me?" she spoke
gravely. "I get ill once and find you buggering my son under my own
roof. Is this what you've been doing all along?"

   "Mum! Don't-" Tyler attempted to save me, tears springing to his
eyes.

   "-You shut the FUCK UP!" she snapped at him, finally losing her
composure. Blood rushed to her face. She glared at me. "You get
dressed. You grab your things and YOU GET THE FUCK OUT!"

I was used to feeling like scum by then. Amid the apocalyptic havoc,
it was the vision of Tyler sobbing shamefully in the pillow that was
the worst. I wanted to snuggle him and tell him he would be okay. But
this wasn't the time and place for it. The puddles of my semen on his
buttocks were still fresh and oozing like sordid stains attesting to
my depravity. I scurried out the room, out of their lives.

That evening, I found a room to crash at the 'Y', sharing the space
with a brainless beefcake. The first four days passed quickly. I slept
all the time. I was in limbo, waiting for the cops to knock on the
door, imagining how my life would be ruined forever.

None of it happened and I slowly came out of the dark like a slimmed-
down grizzly waking in its den after hibernation.

There wasn't a moment that went by that I did not think about him. How
was he handling it? Would he ever forgive me for what I had done to
him? The days were coming and going painfully as I resurfaced to some
kind of normalcy. It also meant that the image of the boy was fading
from my brain. I clung to every souvenir, refusing to let the essence
of the only person I ever cherished elude me like that.

On the fourteenth day, I stalked him, from a distance, spying on him
from the library across his primary school. His hair had returned to
its natural golden hue. He chattered with another kid and smiled
brightly, without a trace of sadness. I felt like a goddamn schoolgirl
with a crush on a snot-nosed runt who was more interested in skate
boards and soccer balls. How could I have conceived that the kid
wouldn't be able to get over me? Was I that shallow? I glanced one
last time at the seemingly happy lad. He was so beautiful that I
cried.

The week that followed, my dorm fellow informed me that Angela had
visited, "This chick with huge tits said you could drop by her place
for supper..." he declared. "Is she your sister? She's hot!"

   "She's a lez, idiot." I cooled him off before racing to go there.

The blonde woman opened the door and placed herself in a way that
blocked the entrance. She raised her frozen stare up at me. I peered
over her shoulder, winking at Tyler who was fidgeting on the couch.
The laddie jumped up to greet me, but then he restrained himself and
parked his little bum on the edge of the cushion.

   "Do you know what my life has been these last twenty-one days?"
Angela began "I'll tell you what's it's been; mopping, crying, every
sentence coming out of his mouth had your name in it. All this, day
and night, more whining, more wailing."

I felt nice and toasty inside, knowing I'd been right about this. But
at the same time, I knew she would never believe me if I told her
everything. How much we loved each other. How mature the kid was. No
mother could ever fess up to the fact that her precious only son was
in love with a man. And that he was a total slut on top of that. "Take
me back, Angela. We need to be together. I promise I won't have sex
with him anymore." I vowed.

   "Urgh," she frowned, "Don't make promises you can't keep."

   "Take me back." I pleaded, feeling so helpless. She held my fate
and my heart in her hands.

   "Am I the worst mother in the world if I let this go on?" Angela
deliberated.

   "The world may think that, but Tyler never will. Isn't that what
counts the most? Come on Angela, let him live his life, not your vision
of what it should be."

   "I'm his mother. I can do whatever I fucking please with his life
until he's eighteen."

   "He's never you gonna forgive you and you know it. It's gnawing at
you. Don't come crying once you've alienated him. Once you're an old
bag sitting at home alone, waiting for him to call you on the phone."

She glanced back at the boy, her lips knotted in anguish. For the
first time, I saw her cry. When she turned around to face me, the key
to the apartment glimmered between her fingers.

   I took it.

THE END.