Date: Sun, 7 Nov 2004 11:39:37 EST
From: Janek92003@aol.com
Subject: Boy Corrupted 4

Here is part four of Boy Corrupted. Is it autobiographical? In a way, I
wish it was pure fiction..... Enjoy. And god bless Nifty for hosting such
a wonderful website.

Part Four

"I love to have you holding me this way," I murmured as I ran my fingers
over my boy-lover's smooth hairless chest.
He squeezed my cock hard in response.
"Toss me off, dear boy, but slowly. The longer it takes, the bigger my
spunk-up will be when it comes."
His hand started a slow rhythmic movement the length of my penis. I think
he was fascinated by the fact that I was "cut" (circumcised) so that he
had full access to my cockhead and the hypersensitive area on and under
the raised ridge. I was heavily lubricated thanks to an endless seeping
of precum. I knew from experience that the effect of precum is to make
the your fingers slide easily over the cockhead feel like you were
stroking pure silk.
"Am I doing it right, sir?"
"You are doing it perfectly, sweet boy. Tell me, do you like tossing me
off?"
"Oh yesssssssssss!!! I love it. I love how your cock is all hard and warm
and stiff  and the head is all wet and slippery."
"Aren't we lucky to have cocks, Ian? Remember, your penis is your best
friend. Cherish him."
I could feel the tension rising from deep inside me. My scrotum was
tightening, I was getting close. God, this young boy was making me dizzy
with lust! If only....
If only what?
I had never buggered a boy, but I desperately wanted to now. Dreamed
about it yes, a thousand thousand times in my masturbatory fantasies, but
never actually penetrated a boy's anus for real. How I wanted this pretty
boy, Ian Hislop, to be my first!
"Just hold still for a moment, dearest. I don't want to cum just yet."
He took his hand away quickly.
"No, keep hold of my penis, darling, but just hold it."
"Oh, sorry."
In a trice his fingers were once more wrapped tightly round the hard
shaft of my aching love-tool.
"Ian, do you know what fucking is?"
"I think so, sir. It's when a boy puts his thing into a girl's cunt."
"That's right. Horrible thing to do. Much nice if two boys fuck. Or a man
and a boy fuck."
"I don't understand, sir."
"It's very simple. I think it would be wonderful to fuck you, Ian."
"But I'm not a girl. I don't have a cunt."
"Of course you do. It's a boycunt."
He pondered this for a moment. I couldn't believe that he had never heard
about what schoolboys refer to as "bumfucking".
"But sir......"
"Think about it. If you wanted to have my cock inside you - in other
words, if I wanted to use you like a girl - where would my cock go?"
As I spoke, I slid my hand between his buns and pressed an insistent
finger against his anal sphincter.
Enlightenment dawned. He looked at me wide-eyed.
"You mean... THERE???"
"Yes."
"In my bum?!"
"Yes. But I prefer to call it your boypussy. Much nicer, don't you
think?"
Oh god, how I loved this sweet innocent boy! How I wanted, more than
anything in the world, to impale him on my rampant prick, to fuck him, to
"use him like a girl",  to penetrate him, to pump my precious manseed
deep into him, to introduce him to the pure beautiful world of all-male
sexual pleasure.
"I don't think I'd like that, sir."
"I understand, Ian. Listen, let me ask you a question."
This was going to be tricky. But I had already decided I was going to
fuck him whether he was willing or not. If I had to rape him, so be it. I
had reached a point of sex-crazed obsession where there was no going
back.
"OK. You sit on the loo. You strain. If it's hard, it stretches you open.
Now think. Isn't that a nice feeling when you are stretched that way?"
Clearly (like most people), he had never thought of the act of defecation
as a pleasurable act.
"Think about it, Ian. It's hard, you strain down and it stretches you
wide, and then it ejects. Isn't that a pleasurable moment?"
"I guess so. Well, yes, in a way."
"OK, now, instead of something hard coming out of you, think of something
hard pushing INTO you."
Silence.
"Believe me, you will love the sensation of something hard pushing into
your boypussy, Ian. Trust me."
"What a touching little lovescene!" A woman's sneering voice. The Dragon
had come back early and had tiptoed into the room without my noticing.
Shit.
"So, you want to bugger the gardener, Douglas, is that it?"
Ian was in a total panic. My cock detumesced. This was NOT what I had
planned. Disaster. Or so I thought.....
"Well, you two disgusting males, as far as I am concerned you can go
ahead."
She addressed herself to the boy.
"He was never much of a fuck as far as I was concerned. Maybe you will
fare better."
Then to me:
"Look, you could at least take the boy to bed and fuck him there. Go on,
off you go, both of you."
I was stunned. She looked triumphant.
"And I am very happy to supervise. If you are going to fuck the boy, do
it properly."
The Dragon was doing what she did best: taking charge.
I had not heard the expression "faghag" at that time, but events were to
prove that my dear wife was indeed an excellent faghag, encouraging us to
enjoy each other while she looked on. God knows what HER pleasure was in
all this, but I knew that I had no choice but to go along with her.
And so, dear reader, my first act of buggery was a supervised affair.
Wonderful, satisfying, yes, but weird too. How would you feel about
fucking a boy while you wife looked on uttering encouragement? Poor Ian
was totally confused, and I was not surprised when he protested as my
cock began to drive into him, stretching his delicious sphincter made
tighter by the tension of having the dreaded Mrs Hamilton looking on. At
least I had no problem getting a hard-on, despite her presence,  as I
contemplated the target offered by this beautiful bubble-butt boy
stretched out on his belly waiting to be taken "like a girl".
"Go on Douglas, fuck him. Fuck him hard. Fuck his little boy bum. You
know you want to." The Dragon was really excited!
Poor Douglas, I had not intended to be so brutal with him, but I really
had no choice. I drove into him, feeling his sphincter stretch and then
plop back as my cockhead cleared it. I was in him! Oh god, how I had
longed for this moment when I could have my cock inside a boy! It was
like no fuck I had ever experienced (couplings with the Dragon were more
like clinical exercises, designed to empty the scrotum so I could get
some sleep). Boyfucking is without doubt the highest pleasure that a man
can ever aspire to. Boys respond. Ian soon got over his fear and his
shame as my cock worked its magic deep inside him,  massaging his
prostate, causing his cock to leap and judder, confirming all I had told
him: if it feels good for something hard to come OUT, think how much
better it feels to have something go IN.
"Fuck him!" she screamed. The bitch was out of control. "Drive your cock
into him! Fuck him hard!"
Goodness, I had never heard her use such language before. Who knows,
maybe even the Dragon was getting horny!
Poor Ian. He didn't know whether to laugh or cry as I continued to pound
his boypussy.
Every man knows that wonderful moment when he is about to ejaculate
(spunk up, as my darling schoolboys call it). A sort of suspension of
time happens, a moment that must be an intimation of eternity. Then,
scrotum tightened. cock seems to harden even further, a judder and
then.................. a gorgeous SPURTING as wave after wave of warm
creamy spunk shoots from your cock. Oh god, it's the moment we all love
so very fucking much. It's what drives us to keep looking for outlets for
our sex drive. And my outlet was under me right now. I was poised to pump
my spunk into him.
"Now, dearest!" I whispered in his ear as the first surge of my mancum
exploded inside his rectum.
I reached round to hold his penis. It was hard and throbbing. It reacted.
As my second load spunked deep into him, I felt him stiffen and judder
before spunking up too. What could be more wonderful than that we had cum
together?! My darling boy. What a lover!
Ignoring the shrieks of my crazy wife - what WAS she doing here? - I
continued to impregnate my boylover with my precious seed. I honestly
believe that a man's spunk is good for a boy. The Greeks knew that.
If there is a greater pleasure on this earth than spunking up inside a
boy, I don't know what it is. And don't want to know. It was the most
wonderful moment of my life. After years of solitary masturbation, visits
to glory holes and occasional furtive encounters with men as
cock-obsessed as myself, I had at last found something truly satisfying,
truly beautiful, something that was SO RIGHT. My boy and I basked in the
afterglow of our lovemaking. My cock slowly detumesced but I held it in
him for as long as I could. The Dragon, realising in the end that she was
no part of our pleasure, had gone, leaving Ian and me to each other.
At the time, I thought this was the end of a long journey. As it turned
out, it was only the beginning.

[to be continued. Comments welcome to janek92003@aol.com]