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~JSL
I'm going to do us both a favor and skip the boring details and backstory which, let's face it, only serve to get in the way. Suffice to say that if you are reading this then we probably share many if not most of the same decadent predilections and the details of how I got to where I am today are unnecessarily cumbersome. The bottom line: I have found a uniquely simple way to meet my needs and fulfill my desires and I plan to share all the best details with you.
You might think that in order to act upon our mutual lust for young boy flesh that we would be relegated to acts of molestation, coercion, betrayal, and even violence to get what we want. I can assure you that I employ none of those tools and would never even consider them. You might then be inclined to suggest that the only way to satisfy our urges is to seek out and find gay, bi or seriously confused boys and prey upon their darkest secrets. Again, you would be wrong. In the end, all that it takes to turn any boy into not only a willing but even a fully engaged carnal prospect is the simple act of finding their price. Everyone has a price. Everyone, including and in most cases especially our favorite young boy snacks, has something they need that is out of their reach and can be convinced to do almost anything to satisfy it.
Chapter One: Max
Ah Saturdays in summer in the midwest. Time for youth baseball. Time for making deals. I like to spend the mid to late afternoons at the local mall eyeing the fresh boycandy just in for a snack and some time in the AC after a long day at the fields nearby. The sweat drying into their sun kissed skin, their tight uniforms clinging to their youthful frames. In this particular town there is a rather dramatic division between the local "Haves and Have Nots" and it is rather sadly played out first in the food court and then throughout the mall as the Have's help themselves to whatever food they want and then meander through each store with the kind of subtle disregard that only the knowledge that they can afford whatever they desire can buy. The Have Not's often eat from bagged lunches and resign themselves to watching over the other's shoulders, dreaming of a day when they could play the new game or try on the newest shoes.
Now you might think that the Have Not's would be the easier target and for the most part you would be correct in that assumption but there are times when, if you are paying close enough attention, you can spot a Have with that special look of quiet desperation that signals... "game on".
Max sat alone at the edge of the food court just about 20 feet from the Apple Store. The look on his face told a story of a boy who had broken something valuable and was set to be in a world of hurt and misery sooner than later. I sat sipping my latte as Max got up and walked into the store and over to the row of Macbooks only to return again to his seat. His eyes were watering and he shook his leg nervously. Up again and back to the row of high priced laptops as if by some miracle the price would've dropped in this last few minutes he had been away. But of course, it hadn't, and Max returned once again to his seat of anxiety and despair. I watched this play out over the next half hour as the young boy of probably 12 or 13 worked himself into a right lather. Timing is everything in this game and I knew I had to wait until just the right moment before I could present my solution to his situation.
Finally, Max got up and started to head for the door. I got up as well and moved in behind him. Once passed the mall directory sign where I knew there was a blindspot for the mall security camera I stopped abruptly in front of him.
"It looks like you have a problem son. I may have a solution for you. Meet me at the corner of Marwood and Main in 15 minutes if you want my help. It's entirely up to you."
I left him there somewhat bewildered and exited the mall alone. I had made it to my car before he even made it out of the building but I soon noticed him quickly walking through the parking lot and towards the Marwood Road exit from the mall. I headed out an exit on the other side of the mall and made my way towards the intersection I had mentioned. I parked along the side of the small road and waited as I saw him coming down the road. As he approached I knew this was going to be a positive negotiation.
"Get in."
He hesitated.
"Get in if you want your problem solved. I promise you I will not hurt you and if you don't like what I have to offer you can leave at any time."
He thought it over for a second and then got into the car. I drove off down Main Street and then turned down a side street and parked the car.
We discussed his predicament and he explained that he had brought his brand new Macbook Pro with him to a friend's house last night after his parents had specifically told him not to and that while there it had been destroyed when another friend had pushed him into the pool not realizing that he was carrying it in his bag. He was terrified of what his father would do because it was so expensive and his mother had warned his father not to spend so much money on their irresponsible son. He teared up as he told me how he had worked very hard to prove to his father that he could be trusted; how he was different now and how he wouldn't let him down. He meant it. His honest sense of shame over what had happened made my cock hard . I knew he'd be mine soon enough.
When he had finished his tale of whoa I finally spoke. I told Max the deal, plain and simple. I said that I would take him back to the mall and buy the exact model Macbook Pro that he had and that I would give it to him at the end of the afternoon provided that he complied with my terms. I laid it all out, simple, straight forward and pulled no punches. I told him that I loved young boys his age and using their bodies for pleasure. I told him that I would take him back to my place where I would feed him, clean him up, and then spend the next couple of hours kissing, jacking, sucking and fucking him until I was satisfied. I told him of how I would be filming the whole thing so that I could jack off to it any time I wanted. I was brutally honest, yes he would have to suck my cock, yes he would have to take my meat in his ass and yes, if he had a big enough cock I would want him to fuck me. He acted as expected with a firm display of disgust and adamant denial that he was in any way a "fag". I told him I didn't give a shit if he was or wasn't. I told him he had 2 minutes to decide. He used 45 seconds and we were off to the mall again to pick up a new Macbook Pro.
Max was an average boy of 12 going on 13. He had a slender build but not too skinny. His chest had not formed yet and he still had a little baby fat around his waist and on his arms. He sported a typical Bieber style comb over and had the most stunning hazel eyes I had ever seen. Pouty lips and a single freckle right above his chin on the left side were surrounded on either side by smooth skinned cheeks. He stood about 5 foot even and stunk of dirt and sweat.
You might be thinking that I was crazy for taking him back to my place but trust me, I've been doing this for years and not a single boy has ever "ratted me out". See, like I said before, I don't coerce, molest, or force my boys to do anything. It is a business arrangement and no straight or gay boy is going to go around telling anyone that they let themselves be fucked by a grown man for money.
We swung through a take out Chinese place on the way and then headed home. I have a nice house with a pool and hot tub, sauna and spa; perfect for treating my new business partners to a good time. We ate outside by the pool and once he was sufficiently satisfied our time began.
I ordered him to stand in front of me and to remove his baseball uniform. When he got to his underwear he hesitated. All or nothing I reminded him and he let out a sigh of defeat before hooking his thumbs in the waistband and pulling them down his legs. After stepping out of the slightly dingy boxer briefs he stood up straight to reveal a chubby little 3 inch cut soft cock resting on a pair of plump little boy balls. He had a fine dusting of brown pubes forming a line above the base of his young cock and his balls appeared to be completely hairless. I had him turn around to reveal a fine young bubble butt. I took hold of his hips and then placed one hand on either cheek commanding him to bend over and grab his ankles. His compliance revealed a tight pink boy hole that had only a smattering of lint, dirt, and some leftover residue from an earlier trip to the bathroom. I had him stand back up and turn around to face me again. His little package remained completely flaccid as most straight boys do however by this time his ball bag had pulled up tightly to his body. I reached out and ran the back of my hand down his body from just below his navel until it rested over his young meat. He winced ever so slightly when I flipped my hand over and took hold of his cock. The young flesh was engulfed in my hand as I gently kneaded it between my fingers. No reaction at first, but after a moment or two of soft tugging his cocklett came to life in my hand. He only measured just over 4 inches when fully hard but I was encouraged by his more than ample girth. While he wouldn't do as a potential top...he would more than keep my hungry mouth full. I let go off his boyhood and focused my attention on his firm young ass cheeks. Gently I kneaded the soft flesh as I occasionally pulled them apart to allow his tight hole to be kissed by the warm afternoon air. He remained silent during my exploration. Sorry to break the fantasy but straight boys typically don't make any noise, even when they shoot their seed. Sometimes you'll get a heavy breather and maybe a whimper when it feels really good, but for the most part they just lay there and let it all happen. That's ok with me. I don't have any romantic illusions about the time I spend with these boys. This isn't love. This is a business arrangement.
I stood up and took my clothes off. I brought Max to me and held our two naked forms together. My cock pressed against his stomach and twitched from the contact with his warm flesh. I stepped back and told him to take it in his hands. He complied and I reached full erection fairly quickly as his hands searched out the weight and feel of my man sized meat. At 6.5 inches I am no porn star by any means but that actually works better when you are looking to bed the boys I like. Without any direction he began stroking my cock and I responded with a nice low moan. I had to gently reprimand him for going too fast and reminded him that we had plenty of time so there was no hurry. He was compliant and returned to nice long, slow strokes. I kicked my clothes over in front of him and he looked up. I told him to get onto his knees and start sucking my meat.
He went down onto his knees but hesitated when it came to taking me in to his mouth. I could tell by his expression that it wasn't that he was refusing to suck my dick... he just didn't know what to do. I pulled him back up and led him to the hot tub. We got in and I pulled him to me and he quickly straddled my legs. His soft prick mashed into my stomach and I grabbed the back of his neck, pulling him into a deep kiss before he knew what had happened. No tongue for now I concentrated my efforts on long, slow massaging of his lips as I lowered both hands to his stretched ass cheeks and began rubbing them. His cock surprisingly stiffened from the kissing and groping and I took a chance and ran my fingers down his crack and began circling his tight hole. Rubbing back and forth over his entrance I felt his body tense and release with each motion. I suddenly changed positions, picking him up and setting him on the edge of the hot tub, spreading his legs as I slid down took him into my mouth. A quick inhale was his only response as his young prick disappeared into my experienced mouth. I didn't have to say anything, he knew to watch closely and take mental notes of my actions so that he could better please me. Up and down, circling his cock head with my tongue I could feel his heartbeat through his rigid meat.
I broke my lips' seal from around his young cock and got up to sit down next to him. He got the hint and quickly slumped into the water, grabbing my cock with both hands at the base and bringing the head to his waiting lips. It went as expected. First the tip and then the head. Too much teeth. Not enough suction. But with a little direction he fell into a nice rhythm and began sucking in earnest. More coaching led to sucking and stroking at the same time and I was seriously loving this boy. I broke him off of my cock and led him into the house, into the bedroom and onto the king sized bed. I positioned him on his stomach in the middle of the bed and dove in between his cheeks, eating his hot hole. Time in the hot tub and the work of my fingers had cleaned him up nicely and my tongue drenched his hot ass and slicked it up nicely. Flipping him over I worked a finger inside of him as I took his pulsing meat back into my mouth. I used one finger and then two to open him up as I worked my tongue over his shaft and sucked his small cock head. His breathing became tight and his muscles tensed and I knew he was cumming. A hint of salty sweetness passed over my tongue and I held his cock firmly in my mouth as his body relaxed. I let his now limp dick slip out from between my lips and got up, straddling his chest. He didn't need direction at this point as he took my dripping cock head into his mouth. His faced screwed up slightly as the taste of my heavy man precum hit his tongue. To his credit he never stopped sucking as I began rocking back and forth, face fucking him. He gagged several times as my cock pressed too hard at the back of his throat. He was a champ though and never complained. I reached back and told him to open his legs as I put two fingers back into his hole. He moaned in pain a little as I stretched his virgin cunt but he never refused.
When it was time I got off of his chest and moved between his legs. I grabbed a bottle of lube from the bedside table and slicked up his hole and my cock. I handed him a bottle of poppers and instructed him to breathe in through only one nostril when I said to. I lined my raging cock up with his hole and gave him the signal. As he inhaled I forced myself inside of him. Despite the assistance of the lube and the poppers he let out a scream as though he was being split in two. Since he had been such a compliant partner up to this point I gave him a while to get to used to the invading prick in his ass once I was buried all the way. I bent down and kissed him softly as he whimpered. After a few minutes I picked up the pace and began fucking him. I had been kind in the beginning but that time was past. He moaned in pain as I pumped my man meat into his tight pussy.
I'd like to tell you that the tightness of his hot hole and the sheer excitement of getting to raw fuck a 12 year old was enough to make me cum right away but that just wasn't the case. I've been doing this for awhile now and I have learned how to make it last. The good news for Max was that his moans of pain had seemed to subside and now he was just breathing deeply in time with my strokes. He felt so good. When I pulled my cock out it made a disgustingly wet suction sound as his hole remained gaped open. I rolled him onto his side, spooned into him and shoved my cock back inside. This time he moaned loudly as I fucked him. There were a few distinct moments where I felt him push back against me. Maybe he liked it, probably not since I'm sure it still hurt like hell...but he took it well and never gave up any resistance. I had him get up on his hands and knees and I fucked him from behind for another 10 minutes or so. I could feel that my cock wasn't going to hold out much longer and since I love nothing more than staring into a young boy's eyes when I breed them, I had him lay on his back and hold his legs up for me as I plowed him again. I held nothing back as I slammed in and out of him. He stopped moaning with each stroke and simply let out one long, guttural groan as I took my last few strokes and then emptied my full load deep into his cunt. I collapsed onto him and he just held on to me as I panted trying to catch my breath.
It took me a moment to regain my composure as I got my breathing back under control and rolled off of him. I could tell that the weight of a grown man on his young body was taking its toll but he never complained. We laid there together for a bit before I rolled onto my side over him and lowered my lips to his. He responded without hesitation and returned my kisses. My hand traced over his chest and down his torso until, to my surprise, it found his chubby cock fully hard. I began stroking it slowly and then sped up my rhythm, never breaking our kiss. His body tensed and his cock jerked in my hand as he had another orgasm. No cum at all but his body shook under the pressure of his climax.
Another few moments passed with us laying side by side. Then I had him get up and go take a shower. After a few minutes I went in to the bathroom to see how he was getting on. I found him sitting naked on the floor with my shaving mirror in his hand positioned to look at his destroyed cunt. It was still open and there was a mixture of cum, shit and some blood staining the rim.
"It'll be ok," I said as I grabbed a bottle of ointment from the cabinet and placed it on the counter.
I got him in the shower and gently cleaned his whole body. He stood there and let me tend to him without saying a word. I think he was simply overwhelmed by everything that his body had just been through. I couldn't blame him. When I was finished I got him out of the shower and dried him off. I applied a healthy amount of the ointment to his raw hole and gave him the bottle to take home with him. I dressed him and returned him to the corner of Marwood and Main where I had picked him up. I watched him walk away, limping a little, his raw ass obviously still stinging... a brand new Macbook Pro under his left arm.