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First of all...I didn't write any of these stories. My collection of stories come from places I've visited over the years.
I tried to sort out all the incomplete and straight stories. If a few got past me, my apologies.
Happy Reading!!!!
From: an166744@anon.penet.fi
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Date: Sun, 28 May 1995 01:58:22 UTC
Subject: AL'S BOYS (m/b, b/b) [1/2]
AL'S BOYS (man/boy, boy/boy)
Standard disclaimer, bla bla bla, if you are not an adult according to
the law, the government doesn't want you to have erotic
titillation and your mind shall remain virgin even though you've been
cumming for the last six years. Do not read this.
Furthermore, people who are easily offended, people who are not
interested in sex stories involving young boys and people on a crusade to
cleanse the world should NOT read this.
Whoever is left should be able to understand that this is only fantasy.
I did not write this. I'm posting it for somebody else. Hope you like
it. Send comments to an166744@anon.penet.fi
"Al's Boys" written by BASE. (05/95)
AL'S BOYS
By Base
PART 1.
Chapter 1.
Al took the job at the toy store so he could be around us kids all
day. Of course, the position also paid his bills, wasn't too
physically demanding and had regular hours, without too much
overtime. Al was the kind of teenager who didn't like to work hard.
But most importantly, he was the hero of every prepubescent boy in
the neighborhood. He could talk our talk better than anyone. He
knew every gizmo that the toy companies put out and was expert at
all the hottest new games on the market. His favor marked a child
as special. To be "in" with Al meant you'd get the inside scoop on
what every little kid wanted to know. It meant you were cool. And
for the prettiest little boys, it was very easy to be "in" with Al.
All you had to do was keep a secret.
I'm sure you've already guessed at Al's predilection. But before
you're too hard on him, let me say that Al NEVER made a boy do
anything that he didn't want to do. Al really loved us. There isn't
a fiber in my body that doubts that. Oh, he made money off our tight
little buns alright, but he never kept any of it for himself. I'm
one of at least three young men who got through college on the money
he left in trust for us. He had his favorites, but he took care of
all his boys. Now before you roll your eyes and pass judgement, hear
me out. Part of my reason for coming forward with this story is to
help dispel the myth that sex is always bad for little kids. I was
used like a cum rag in at least a dozen kiddie porn films. But far
from traumatic, those were the hottest sexual experiences I've ever
had. I'd rather die than give up those memories. I still jerk off
thinking about those days. The only tragedy is what happened to Al.
That's the sad part of the story and it comes at the end.
I first met Al when I was around 8 or 9 years old. Now, even at
that young age, I'd already had a few sexual experiences. I had
played "feelzies" with a younger boy in the school shower and talked
my cousin into taking his pants down in our garage. So while I was
young, I wasn't under the delusion that my little dick was only good
for pissing. I had never "done it" with a teenager before, but the
idea was resident in my young brain. I was only waiting for the
chance. One sunny saturday afternoon, when I walked into the toy
store and saw the way Al looked at me, somehow I knew my chance had
come. Al was little more than a boy himself in those days, barely
19, and very handsome. A lithe blond, germanic type, he had thin
white lips, cold grey eyes and long straight hair always tied in a
bandanna. It was the late 1960's early 1970s were talking about, so
you can imagine the hippie fashions. Al was the consummate hippie.
He was stoned most of the time, wore tie-dyed cloths and all the
world was either "cool", "far out", or "bummed, man". Anyway, they
say opposites attract, and it must be true, because Al just flipped
over me. I was a dark haired little waif, with charcoal eyes and a
wicked smile. My hair was straight, long and cut in the Johnny-boy
style that every little kid wore in those days. I laugh out loud
whenever I see pictures of myself from that era, but when I pop in
one of those precious films that Al left me...well, to this day,
even though I've seen them about a million times, I still cream
pretty quick.
It was late afternoon and Al was already closing up shop when I
came to the door. His shaggy head poked out, looked at me, turned
from side to side on his long neck and then nodded to invite me in.
He locked the door behind me, pulled down the hade, and turned the
"open" sign around to read "closed" in big red letters.
"How's it hangin' little Dude?" he asked.
"Cool!" I squeaked. "Whatcha got new, Al?"
"Oh wow man, like I'm closed...but..hey, ya know you're the coolest
little guy in town....so lemme show ya somthin'!"
Al led me behind the counter and pulled out the most alluring box I'd
ever seen. The hottest looking race car was pictured on the top and on
the sides. Al opened the magic box and pulled out this neat model of a
red Mustang. I remember that car t this day. I had never seen a radio
controlled toy before, so when Al turned the thing on and drove it
around the store with the remote, I was totally awed. I sat up on the
counter and watched Al manoeuver the little Mustang around the store
like a pro. He was still such a kid at heart!
"Oh WOW!! Neato!! Oh, Al! That's the coolest! Wow, lookit!!!! Oh, wow man!
I want one... oh man..how much is it Al?? Oh, I just gotta have one."
Al smiled, but then shook his shaggy head.
"Its forty bucks little dude. You ain't got that kinda bread."
My young heart sank down into my toes. forty dollars!! It might as
well have been forty million. Where was a nine-year-old boy gonna get
forty bucks? Al looked into my disappointed eyes. Somehow I knew that
he wanted me to have that car as much a I did.
"Look, I think I know how you can make forty bucks man, but its gotta be
our secret."
"A secret?" I repeated.
"Yeah, like JUST between us..and you can make lots more than forty bucks
too. I bet you can make hundreds, maybe thousands"
"How?" I asked.
Al swallowed hard and his voice sunk to a whisper, even though there
was clearly no one else in the store. He ran his fingers through my
hair softly so I got the chills.
"Man, you sure are pretty" he licked his lips "and I know some people
who'd pay big time for...."
The thick air tingled. I guessed, or thought I guessed, what was
gonna come next. The idea filled my tummy with that wonderful tickly
sensation.
"For what?"
"Oh man, little dude..."
Al's eyes fell to my groin. The little bulge was obvious. His hand,
trembling, brushed my knee softly. Excitement surged up my spine and
sent shivers racing down my back. I spread my legs, coaxing Al's
shaking hand down my young thigh. I could almost feel the heat of his
hand through my pants. Or maybe it was simply the electricity
generated by a teenaged hand making its way slowly, trembling, toward
my little piece of boy meat. I giggled wickedly as Al's hand reached
my groin. His long fingers closed around the lump in my pants.
"For this, man" he said finally. "You got any dick hair yet?"
"No..." I said sadly, thinking that was bad.
"None at all?"
"Nope..sorry..not yet...but.."
"Oh, no man, hey don't be sorry...no hair at all..wow" he said, almost
to himself.
Al began to caress my hard boy-dick, feeling for the tiny head and
shaft through the fabric.
"Can I take a look at it, little dude?"
"Onee if I can see yours first!"
"Wow man, you're a horny little bugger!"
"I bet YOU got hair down there!" I said, in short breaths.
"Go ahead and find out man, take my dick out."
I hoped off the counter top and immediately began to take Al's belt
off. Every nerve in my body was tingling. I could smell the musty
teenage body odor as Al perspired in the heat of his passion. His
pants slid off easily, since they were too big for him anyway. Only
his white underwear kept his dignity, and I was going to have those off
of him in a few minutes. At that moment, I was simply spellbound. I
could hardly believe the size of the bulge in Al's underpants. His
massive cock seemed to be stretching the fabric to its limit. But I
wanted to see all of Al, so I started unbuttoning his shirt. He shook
like a leaf as more and more of his teenaged body was exposed to the
cool air. Al had no hair at all on his chest, just wide brown nipples
and no muscles to speak of. In fact, his body was thin and still
rather boyish. But he had mats of hair under his arms and a thin trail
of yellow bristles ran from his belly button down into the mystery of
his white underpants. As Al slipped off his shirt, My little hands
slipped down into the elastic waisteband and tugged.
"Get ready little dude, that's a big one!" Al laughed softly.
I almost couldn't get the elastic band down over his giant cock,
but it gave, and Al's huge hard-on spilled out at me. It was truly
an enormous rod. It had to be about 10 inches long. The
circumcised head throbbed and bobbed up and down befor my amazed
face. I feasted my eyes on the teenaged meat. The shaft was long
and thin, but still much thicker than my own meager piece of boy
meat, and the heart shaped head was tremendous. Al had very
little pubic hair, even though he was over 18. Just a scant
yellow bush grew on top of his cock, where the shaft disappeared
into his groin.
"Whatcha think of my dick, little dude? Its a big one, hu?"
All I could do was shake my head up and down.
"Ever seen one with hair before?" He asked
"No" I whispered.
"G'wan, man, you can play with it..it feels good when ya do."
I had only touched two other dicks in my life and neither were as
awesome as Al's equipment. So I was real nervous as I reached out and
took the huge meat in my little hands. Al moaned softly.
"Oh yeah, man, that feels sooo good little dude..squeeze it and pull up
and down on the shaft."
I did what Al said and he threw his head back and moaned in pleasure.
I didn't know exactly what I was doing, but it was clear that Al liked
it, so I figured I was doing it right. I still remember the feel of his
hot young cock in my hands. The way it throbbed and pulsated, the way
the head of it expanded as I squeezed the shaft, and the way Al just
panted in ecstacy are still so clear in my memory that I can almost see
the pink wetness of his wide peehole, even now, in my minds eye.
"What ya doin is called `jerkin me off'" Al explained, as he panted
"and it feels real good. Do it faster, man"
I picked up the pace, and Al looked down at me approvingly.
"Yeah, oh Yeah...man, you are the cutest little dude"
Al ran his fingers through my hair as I jerked him off. His hips began
to thrust in rhythm with my strokes. I felt so naughty as I pushed and
pulled on the teenaged cock. I knew my mommy and daddy would just
throw a fit if they ever found out about this, but that only made it
even more fun. I couldn't believe what was happening! I was jerking
off a naked teenager!! His icy grey eyes were full of pleasure and it
was all because of me! And he had said I was cute! Heck, he had said
I was THE CUTEST!! But the best was yet to come.
"Better slow down little dude, I'm getting too close....anyways, your next,
man."
Al picked me up and set me back on the counter. Then he pushed me
down gently, so that I was lying flat on my back.
"Just lay back and enjoy, little dude..If I do ANYTHING you don't like,
you just stop me okay?"
"Okay" I said, having only a dim idea of what he was going to do to me.
"I mean it little dude, if ever you want me to stop, just say so and
I will...okay...cause if you don't like it, man, I don't wanna do it to ya."
"Okay" I repeated, blithely
As I gazed up at the model air planes that hung from the ceiling, I
felt Al's long thin fingers reach up under my shirt. He rubbed his warm
hands on my belly and poked his finger into my belly button.
"heheheheeeh...that tickles!" I giggled.
Al smiled at me warmly. His hands wandered up my body to my chest and
guided my shirt up and over my head. He pulled the fabric completely off
so that I was naked from the waste up. My little boy nipples were made
erect by the cool air.
Wow, little dude" Al whispered " I can't believe how beautiful you are"
That by itself made me feel wonderful! but his hot hands resumed their
journey, exploring every inch of my prepubescent body, and that made me
feel spectacular! He ran his fingers over each of my little nipples
and tickled under my hairless armpits. He licked my boy sweat off his
fingers and savored the taste on the tip of his tongue. Then he lowered
his whole face down onto my chest and inhaled deeply. Al was relishing
my boyish odors. He buried his face in my armpits, one by one, so as
not to miss a whiff of the musty bouquet. Of course, I was a mass of
giggly, tickles. The sensations that shot through me were
intoxicating. I quickly became addicted to pleasure. "You smell so
sweet little dude, oh wow man, I just wanna drink outa your armpits."
As he said that, his face was only a few inches below mine. We
looked deeply into each other's eyes and then laughed out loud at the
silliness.
"Can I take your pants off now, little dude?"
"Uh hu!" I said and nodded my consent.
I couldn't wait for Al to take my pants off! I could dimly
imagine what his hands roaming all over my naked little boy-dick
was gonna feel like. My tiny cock was stiff as a board and felt
like it was about to pop. I looked down at my groin an watched
Al's hands unbuckle my belt. His trembling fingers pulled my
zipper down. Then he looked at me.
"Here goes little dude" he said smiling.
Al's fingers invaded my underwear and pulled both my pants and
underpants off in one fluid motion. My hard boy dick popped out and
stuck straight up. It was circumcised and less than two inches long, but
my boner made Al gasp in astonishment.
"Ahhhhwwwooooowww" he said, gazing at my short rod and little testicles.
"Oh, look at that man...look at that beautiful tiny cocklet and those
little miniature balls...you ain't got a single hair on your body, have ya?
Not even on your legs"
"Nope" I said giggling. I finally understood that Al thought my
hairlessness was a good thing! In fact, it made him extra hot. All
of a sudden, I was GLAD I didn't have any body hair.
The teenager just reveled in my immaturity for what seemed like
hours. Then, almost with reverence, his hands wandered all over
my nude body. One hand rubbed my chest and tummy, the other
caressed my skinny legs and both made plain to converg on my stiff
boycock. My whole body tingled. But when I felt the first light
brush of Al's fingers on my scrotum, I lost my breath. I never
imagined anything could feel so good. His fingers seemed to
contain some sort of magic that could make tickly earthquakes rock
my small body. Al gently grasped my boydick in his hand and
squeezed the thin shaft in his palm. The heat nearly melted me.
The fingers of his other hand kept petting my sac until I felt
like one big goose bump.
"How's that feel, little dude?" Al asked.
I was panting like an animal. All I could manage to squeak out
was "gooood" But Al knew it felt much better than just good. He could
see the rhapsody in my dark eyes.
As soon as Al began to masturbate my little dick, I felt like I was
transported into another world. All I could concentrate on was the
unimagined pleasure emanating from my groin. I couldn't say for how
long Al rubbed my testicles and pulled on my tiny dick, but the
next thing I knew, just when I though I couldn't stand anymore, I
felt a warm and wet commotion, a hot tidal wave of pure bliss,
break over my senses. Al began to suck on my little dick. I
looked down in ecstasy and saw the shaft of my tiny cock in Al's
mouth and couldn't believe my eyes. I had never dreamed of such a
thing. It seemed so gross, so dirty, so wrong, but it was the best
thing I ever felt. Every time his red tongue rode up and down my
little shaft, I nearly fainted. I felt the suction down my pee
hole and it seemed to extend to my balls and flow down my legs so
that even my toes tingled. Then Al took my dick out of his mouth
and began to lick it like a dog. He washed around the head and
then ran the tip of his tongue down the bottom of the shaft. I
shook in pure rhapsody. But when his tongue got down to my sac,
and he began to suckle on my tiny balls, all the breath went out of
me again. It felt so good, I couldn't even breath. Then, Al began
to lick under my balls. My hands instinctively grabbed for handfuls
of his hair as I tried desperately to contain all the sensations.
But it was no use. His hot tongue found my quivering asshole. As
he lapped at my sphincter, I felt a huge shriek well up inside me.
It rose out of my lungs like some primal wail, but there was no air
behind it. I just gasped. My body went limp and I shivered
uncontrollably as the teenaged tongue soaked my anus. I knew no
words to describe the utter bliss of my first orgasm. But his hot
tongue continued to poke in and out of my hole. He sucked the juice
right out of me. I was beyond thinking anything was gross.
My body was still numb when at last Al was finally satisfied that
he had gotten every drop of good out of my ass. He looked up at me
from below my groin and smiled.
"How was that little dude?"
"Ohhh wow, Al" I finally managed to say "That was great! I never felt
anything so great."
"Heeee!" He said gleefully "Glad ya liked it! But you don't shoot yet,
do ya?"
"Nope, no scum yet!" I said, using a word I had learned in the school yard.
"Oh man, don't call it that. That makes it sound so ugly and its not.
Its really beautiful. Call it juice, or jisim, man, but not scum."
"Okay" I said a bit puzzled.
"Watch, I'll show ya"
Al stood up so that his big cock was just at my thigh. He began to
masturbate himself, slapping the head of his dick against my tender
flesh. His eyes ran up and down my body, relishing my nakedness. He
began to breath hard as his massive cock shook and stretched in his
palm. I decided to help him out. My little hand reached under him and
tickled his jiggling balls. The teenager smiled at me.
"Yeah little dude, oh yeah man, play with my balls..."
Al jerked himself off faster and faster. My eyes were glued onto his
cock, pumping in and out of his hand and spanking my thigh. The fat
head felt like a big glob of hot wax every time it struck my skin. It
didn't take Al long. His body stiffen to stone as he shot torrents of
hot juice all up and down my leg. After a few deep breaths, Al looked
at me and at the gobs of his cum running down my leg. Then he lowered
his face and began to lap up the sticky mess. His tongue tickled my
skin as he devoured his own seman.
"Mmmmmmmm" he moaned "See? Its sooo sweet man....Wanna taste it?"
After all those new and wonderful sensations, I was up for anything.
I shook my head affirmatively. Al smiled. He picked up a dollop of
cum on his index finger and brought it to my lips. I poked my tiny
tongue out and took the white goo onto the ip and brought it into my
mouth. It was more salty than sweet, and had a creamy, almost soapy
flavor. Now, some people say that all cum tastes the same. Well, it
doesn't. I've drunk gallons and everyone's cum seems to have a
distinctive flavor, at least to me. I can still recall the taste of
Al's jisim, especially when I watch him shoot his load down my throat
on the old film. Anyway, Al smiled warmly at me and then broke out
laughing as I swallowed the little bit of cum he fed me.
"How's it taste, little dude?"
"Sticky!" was all I could say
Al laughed.
"I sure wish you could cum, man. I'd love to taste your juice."
"Maybe soon" I squeaked.
Al laughed again.
"Well, lets not rush anything!" He said as he rubbed my legs.
"Now, lets talk about how we're gonna make us some bread."
"Al's Boys" written by BASE. (05/95)
PART 2.
Chapter 2.
I'll never forget my first film. Al explained it all to me very
carefully before hand. It sounded excellent! The back room of the
toy story was always very mysterious and therefore alluring. It was
stiff with cardboard boxes, file cabinets, maps, buckets and other
odds and ends. That day, a small area was cleared away and white
sheets spread out over some boxes. I was a little nervous, but very
excited. I still have the original film we made that day. I got it
transferred to video tape a few years ago. The angle is monotonous
because the camera was just running on automatic, but the action is
intense. In the beginning, Al is completely naked, except for a
cheap Mickey Mouse mask, to hide his face. He spreads his legs wide
and strokes his huge teenaged cock into a raging hard on. That by
itself is hot as hell to me today and very often I don't even make
it any farther before shooting my load. But then I come in. My
little face pokes in from the side, all smiling and giggling,
pointing to the stiff cock. Naked, I kneel down in front of his
dick, while Al strokes it, nearly into my face. I open my legs so
the camera can get a good look at my hairless little boner. I'm
amazed at how tiny my balls were back then. They hang pretty low
now! Anyway, Al reaches down and strokes my boy-dick as be beats
himself off in my face. Then, with a wicked grin, I start licking
the tip of his cock. My tiny tongue rides up and down the shaft
while Al, in his Mickey Mouse mask, just shakes in ecstacy. I wish
someone else would have been there, getting close ups of the action.
It would have made the film just sooo much hotter if the camera
would have zoomed in on my little tongue tickling the head of Al's
cock. But for my first film, Al just wanted to warm me up. I open
my mouth wide and Al pushes his dick into it. I suck on the cock,
staring straight into the lens. The naughty look on my face is
simply delicious. Al leans back while I suck his cock for the
camera. Then I start jerking myself off like Al taught me. Its a
wonderful thing, I think, to have your first blow job preserved on
film like that. I'd never had a dick in my mouth before. Anyway,
you can see by the look on my face that I was gagging, taking Al's
huge piece of meat into my throat as far as I could. Next, as I'm
still sucking his cock, I run my small hands all over his body. Al
simply quivers with delight. But he's getting close now and sits
back up and starts to masturbate himself into my mouth. I look
straight into the camera as Al shoots a hot load right down my
throat. You can see the cum leaking out the sides of my mouth and
dripping down my face. I flash a sticky grin into the lens as Al
reaches over and turns the camera off. It's a short flick, less
than 8 minutes long, but very special to me. Al sold the copies for
50 bucks each. I got my toy car first and we banked the rest. That
established my trust fund, which just kept growing every month after
that.
I couldn't wait to make the second film. This time we were gonna
use another teenager who turned out to be Al's little cousin Jeb.
He was about fifteen at the time. Al showed me his school picture
before the shoot. He was an attractive boy with dark hair and
eyes, a very clean cut kid, real wholesome looking and all
American. You'd never figure on seeing a teenager like that doing
a nine-year-old boy in a kiddy porn flick. But that's exactly
what he did. When we first met, in the backroom of the toy store,
I got all tingly. He was much better looking in real life than in
his photo. I was really hot for him. He just smiled down at me
when we met and ran his fingers through my hair.
"Wow" he said "You sure didn't lie Al, this little guy is adorable.
I can't wait...but he's only a baby..is he really gonna....?"
"Yeah man, he's a horny little dude and looks he great on film. Wait'll
ya see. Were gonna make a fortune with him"
I smiled, feeling all proud of myself. The idea of making money just
made it sweeter. I'd have done it for free. Sex was so much more
thrilling when I knew that there was gonna be hundreds of people
watching and getting off on it. I felt really special and really
naughty.
At the start of the second film, Jeb and I are standing face to
face, smiling at each other. He reaches over, pats my head and
strokes my face with his index finger. I blush and giggle. Al,
holding the camera, starts to give directions and we look at him and
obey. Jeb unbuttons my shirt, slips it off me and lets it fall to
the ground. He strokes my little boy tits till I start laughing.
Then, I do the same to him. Jeb was a very skinny kid. His ribs
stuck out and he had absolutely no pectoral muscles. His belly
ripples stand out in the film as the only evidence of muscle on his
body. Of course at 15 he had almost no body hair. Just a few
wisps of black can be seen under his arms. Next, the teenager
unbuttons my pants. With my chin in my hands, and a surprised look
on my face, I watch as the blue fabric is lowered down to my
ankles. I step out of my pants, and only a thin pair of white
underwear veils my sweet meat. There is an unmistakable little
bulge beneath the fabric. Jeb's pants come off next. The camera
gets a real close up of my little fingers pulling down his zipper.
But Jeb has no underwear on, so black hairs stick out from the open
zipper. I pop his pants button and they fall down around his
ankles. His teenaged cock, a full 8 incher, springs into view. I
act startled, amazed, and step back. The camera gets a real close
up of the circumcised head and hairy balls. Then, my young face
invades the screen. I pose, smiling and giggling, with my index
finger over lips like I'm keeping the cock a secret. I grab it and
pull up and down on the shaft. I jiggle the hairy balls in my
other hand. Then, with that wicked look on my face, I start to
lick the dick. Al gets a real close up of my little tongue washing
the cock head. You can even see the tip of my tongue part the pons
and tickle the pee hole. The camera backs away to record the
expressions on the Jebs face. I start sucking on his cock and Jeb
throws his head back in ecstacy. The dick just stuffs my face. I
can barely take it half way before gagging. My eyes tear up, but
I'm still determined to swallow that cock. I bob up and down on it
for a good while, until its obvious that Jeb is getting close.
Then he pulls his cock out of my mouth, grabs a handful of my hair
and jerks himself off right in my face. The head of his cock rubs
all over my buttony nose, cheeks and lips. I flick my tongue in
and out, tickling the head and shaft. Finally, Jeb shoots a
monster load right in my face. His hot cum drips off my nose and
eyelashes and runs down the side of my cheek. Even as the camera
is drinking in my cum drenched face, Jeb shakes the last drops of
cum from his cock. Then he lays me down on the white sheet and
rips the underwear off me. My tiny boy cock seems to explode onto
the screen as Al zooms in for a close up. My face is still sticky
with cum, but its all out of focus. My hairless genitals fill all
the screen. Al gets a real close up of my cock as Jeb's tongue
appears and starts to lick the head. The camera pulls back as Jeb
attacks my little balls. His tongue laps at my sac and I start to
shake. The camera pulls back again, to record my sticky face as the
teenager just slurps at my balls. You can tell by my expressions
that these sensations are still new to me. My mouth is wide open
and my eyes are like an owl's. My hands are over my ears and my
head is rocking back and forth as the teenaged tongue washes my
tiny sac. Al zooms in again and catches each ball rolling off
Jeb's tongue. He spends about 5 minutes nibbling and slurping on
my testicles. Then he takes my little cock in his mouth and sucks
the wind out of me. The sensations were so overwhelming, it looks
like I'm crying, but I remember the indescribable feelings of hot
joy shooting up and down my whole body. And with Al there, getting
it all on film and knowing that so many people would be watching,
its a wonder I didn't just pass out from overload. Finally, I
shutter, shiver and just go limp. My first orgasm caught on
camera! Al zooms in for a close up of my face. As soon as I catch
my breath, I start to giggle and then laugh out loud. The camera
pans down, getting one last look at my tiny rod and then fades.
The whole flick is barely 15 minutes long, but made us thousands of
dollars.
The third film got intense. By now, the money was just rolling in
and Al was expanding. He set up trust funds for Jeb and for Peter and
David, two small boys that lived in the area. As a matter of fact
they were brothers, but didn't look at all alike. They were very
young kids, six and seven years old, and absolutely adorable. Pete
was the older boy. He had thick brown hair, chocolate almond eyes and
tons of freckles. Davey had auburn, almost red hair and light hazel
eye that always looked sad, even when he smiled. Al kept them coming
to the toy store with free trinkets like matchbox cars and yo-yos. I
don't remember exactly how Al got the two kids started. All I
remember about meeting them is my surprise at how small they were and
the anxious look on Jeb's face.
As soon as Al explained the shoot to us, I knew this was gonna be a
more complicated film than the others and might take a while to
shoot. As it turns out, we did it pretty quick and without any
interruptions. When the film opens, Jeb is standing in the middle of
me and Pete. We're both naked, with our little butts to the camera
and holding a white bath towel taut in front of Jeb so you can just
see his face and chest. Jeb and Pete are smiling widely, but I'm
outright giggling, and looking behind the towel, with my hand over my
mouth. Pete and I look at camera, nod our heads, and then start to
lower the towel. Jeb raises his hands in the air so you can see the
scant black wisps of hair under his arms. Then, as the towel slowly
drops, Jeb locks his hands behind his head, closes his eyes and
starts to rock back and forth. As the towel gets down below Jeb's
belly button, the top of a small boy's head is unveiled. His eyes
are wide and he looks right into the lens. The camera zooms in and
as the towel falls away, the shocking image of the teenager's cock in
six year old Davy's mouth fills the screen. The kid can barely fit
the dick head between his little lips and he keeps giggling and
laughing so that the cock keeps falling out. Finally, the boy grabs
the base of the dick in his hand and just starts licking it like it
was a lolly pop. His little tongue rides down the shaft and plunges
into the hairy scrotum. As the kid is lapping at the wrinkly sac,
Jeb's hands pet the kid's head and push it into his crotch. The
camera pans back to get all four of us in the scene. Pete and I,
obviously taking directions from off camera, turn and face the lens.
We spread our legs and bend back slightly so our little boy dicks and
tiny balls stick out and are fully exposed. Then, we both step over
to Jeb, who wraps an arm around each of us. Davy stops sucking on
Jeb, looks at the camera, and then starts to suck off his big
brother. The camera gets a real close up of the little kid taking
the tiny boy dick into his mouth and slurping on it. As Davy sucks
his brother off, Jeb Keels down in front of me and starts licking my
dick. The image of Jeb and little Davey sucking away on tiny boners
at the same time is so hot that it nearly sets the scene on fire.
After a few minutes, Jeb and Davey switch and the little boy starts
sucking me off. I remember the hot feel of the kids mouth and the
big difference between his blow job and the one Jeb gave me. I
definitely preferred the older boy. This little kid had no idea how
to suck a cock. He just let it roll in and out of his mouth. It
felt okay, but not great. I wasn't at all turned on by Davy back
then. Of course now, whenever I rerun the tape, the image of him with
a big fat dick in his six year old mouth nearly makes me explode.
Next, the three of us gang up on little Davey. We push him down and
lay him flat on his back. Jeb sucks his tiny cocklette while his
brother slurps on his miniature balls and I lick his little tits.
Now, Davey goes nuts with ecstasy. The child wriggles and thrashes
convulsively, and tries to push us away, but we just keep tickling
him relentlessly.
The fun goes on like that for a good while, until Al calls out more
directions. Then, the three of us little boys lay flat on our
tummies, with our butts to the camera, while Jeb kneels down in
front of us. He looks up to the lens and starts to knead my white
buns. He spreads my ass cheeks and invites the camera in for a real
close up of my asshole. The lens seems to invade my sphincter,
which is all pink and quivering. Jeb does the same thing to Davey
and then Pete. The camera gets in credible close up shots of our
tender hairless holes. Finally, Jeb produces a small plastic dildo,
the kind specially made for little boys, and tickles each one of our
holes with it in turn. He actually passes the tip into Little
Davey's butt. The kid jumps up and squeaks. After that, Al made
him stop. Next, we all turn over and rub our little boy dicks while
Jeb masturbates himself on top of us. He jerks off while we all
look at his cock, masturbate and giggle. At last, Jeb sprays his
load on us. The hot white cum shoots across our bodies. Gobs land
on our bellies, chests and faces. The camera pans our bodies
closely and inspects the droplets of teenage cum dripping off our
young flesh, and then fades. That film must have netted over ten
grand.
Chapter 3.
Like I said, I must have made over a dozen kiddie porn films and
loved being in everyone of them. The first three I described are
the only ones that survive as far as I know. I'd love to come
across copies of the others.....who knows, maybe I will someday.
Any way, at least part of my purpose for sharing these stories is to
add to the growing number of people who had such sexual experiences
as children and who enjoyed them. Maybe if enough of us come
forward and speak out, the witch hunts will end or at least the well
intentioned people who really do want to protect children can
concentrate their efforts on the many genuine dangers that threaten
kids. The good Lord knows there are billions of kids who desperately
need protection. But kids like me weren't raped or abused and we
certainly weren't anyone's victims. People who insist otherwise
have a lot of nerve. I guess what I'm saying is that I believe that
my dick was mine, even when I was nine-years-old and I did what I
wanted to do with it because it felt good to me. And fuck anyone who
doesn't like it. Yes, in way, I am bitter and when you read the
ending of this story, you'll understand why.
Now, about poor Al, I still remember the last night I saw him. He
came to my bedroom window late one evening and tapped on the glass. It
was cold and rainy and he was soaked.
"S'up Al? How come you're out in the rain?" I asked in a sleepy voice.
"Shhhhh....Cause I gotta get outa here, little dude. I don't know if
I'll ever see ya again."
I noticed Al's face was very white and his eyes were red, like he'd
been crying.
"Whaa....??" my voice stuck in my throat as the bitter rain slapped the
white window sill.
"Look little dude, I ain't got time to explain it all, but some one
squealed on me man, and the cops..." he faltered for a second and then
regained his composure "the cops are gonna let me join the army.....
if I don't, I'm gonna go to jail."
Now, I was barely 10 years old and only dimly understood what had
happened. I barely knew that there was a war going on in a place called
Vietnam and that it was very dangerous and very, very far away. I started
to cry.
"Al..ppplease....don't go..."
Al started to cry again.
"Oh man, little dude, believe me, I don't wanna go, but you don't know
what they'd do to me in prison man...I rather get shot in the jungle"
Al bit his lip and pushed a small bundle into the window.
"Remember me man, and no matter what anyone ever tells you, I love you,
little dude. I aways did and I always will." His voice faded into the
night. I never saw him again.
About a year later, the old toy store was boarded up and someone
hung a wreath on the front door. Al was killed not far from Saigon
in 1973. He won a purple heart. The bundle he put into my hands
contained three films and a small blue bank book. There was a little
over $10,000 in trust for me. I kept it a secret all through the
years. By the time I was 18, and could withdraw the money, it
amounted to nearly $35,000. I went to college and law school on
that bread. I'd have never been able to afford it otherwise. To
this day, whenever I see a peace sign, or a tie dyed shirt, I think
of Al and smile. I run the tapes a few times a week and they still
get me off. Especially the first one I ever made, the one staring
me and Al.
END of PART 2.
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