Message-ID: <115306Z01041995@anon.penet.fi> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories From: an166744@anon.penet.fi X-Anonymously-To: alt.sex.stories Organization: Anonymous contact service Reply-To: an166744@anon.penet.fi Date: Sat, 1 Apr 1995 11:47:39 UTC Subject: GASS (m/b) Lines: 314 GASS (boys/man) 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 the sexuality of 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 "Gass" written by BASE. (03/95) Okay, here's my story. It ranks as one of the sickest events in my whole life, mostly because of how much I enjoyed the experience. About a year ago, I was driving myself down to Florida to sun my over- worked butt and watch boys. Now when I say boys, I really mean young men. In particular, I adore muscled, ripply bellied, blonds. I still do, but after that shocking afternoon in the men's room of a Georgia gas station, a new addition to my sexuality came out. I had been driving for hours and hours, and had to pee real bad. I needed gas too, so I pulled into a hick-town Gulf station, handed some "Goober" character my credit card and headed for the john. The corner of my eye just noticed two sheriff's cars and two fat pigs sucking down coffee and yakking it up, probably with Goober's "Paw". I hardly noticed the two little boys in the bathroom. I had to go real bad, so I just whipped it out and did what comes natural. It felt good. I was just getting into that wonderful feeling at the end of a badly needed whizz when I heard the giggling. I can still hear that impish laughter in my ears and it makes my dick hard. At the time, I just thought it was rude. "Whats so funny kiddo" I said, turning around as I squeezed the last drops out. As I turned, I saw the two little boys for the first time. One was a tow haired boy, a Opey Taylor type, with cold blue eyes and long, unstyled hair. He was the larger of the two, but couldn't have been much more than 12 years old. The other boy, with hair and eyes black as pitch, was the smaller one. A hauntingly beautiful child, had very pale skin and angel's face. I guessed he was no more than 7 or 8 years old. Both boys were obviously local kids, their clothes were a bit worn, but they were clean and generally well kept. "You pullin' your Peter!" giggled the older boy, "an' we caught ya!" `Why you little......' was what I thought, but something along the line of "Now boys, its not nice to watch other people going to the bathroom" was what came out. "I wanna see the man's pee pee!" the little one said excitedly. I was flabbergasted. The horny little homo! What nerve! What hutzpa! Well, fuck him! I'll show him something, alright! Like the back of my hand! "Nice try little, one" I said, "but you ain't got nothin I wanna see" Not a very nice thing to say to a little boy, but you must admit, it was an awkward moment, and I was far from home, and caught totally off guard. I mean, this kid was maybe 8 years old, for gosh sakes! I shoved my dick back into my pants and quickly zipped up my fly. I had every intention of splitting, like a bat outa hell. It didn't turn out that way. The older boy was too quick for me. Before I could get more than a few inches, he had locked the door and stood against my only escape. I still didn't understand the situation, but my instincts are good, and a strangely familiar, slightly queazy feeling welled up from inside my guts. "I wanna see it too Mister" the tow haired boy giggled, "And you're gonna do whatever we say!" "Look, Charlie" I said, starting to get angry "get away from the door before I tell your mama on you! You shouldn't be talking to strangers!" "Make me!" he said, defiantly. "MAKE ME??? MAKE ME???...I'll turn you over my knee and tan the stuffing out of you both!!" I threatened. My face was red and I was nearly yelling. But that just made the boys giggle even more. The only thing I could do was reach over and push the kid out of my way. It was the absolutely wrong thing to do, and totally what the little beasts expected. "raaaape!!" The little boy whispered. As the soft echo bounced off the tile walls my blood froze in my fingers and toes. Adrenalin coursed through my veins. `oooohhhfuuuuk" my thought said. `you're done!'. At once, I thought of the cops not 20 yards away and a vision of being lynched in the back of Goober's gas station followed in timely fashion. Then, I remembered the Spartacus Guide in my luggage, the issue of the Advocate on the back seat..... `oooohhh god' I said to myself.. `I am one dead faggot' I stood like a statue. Immediately, I realized, or thought I realized, what was happening. A set up! A shake down! These little bastards were gonna walk outa here with all my cash. Well, at least I could just buy them off. Being robbed by a 2 pre-pubescent boys might be absolutely humiliating, but it was much better than being chopped up into tiny pieces and fed to uncle Jesse's hogs. My mind was desperately trying to find the correct words to wheedle these kids and save my skin. "Is it money, do you want money???" I blurted out `ohh smooooth' I thought, immediatly, `real smooth...yup,..one dead faggot' "Nope" The big boy said. "Nope??" I echoed, in shock. "N-O" spells NO!" he said. I was stumped. `What gives??' I though. I licked my lips nervously. I was just beginning to guess. "Like I said" the older boy drawled "we think yer purtty, and we wanna see your dick, and then you're gonna do what we say," "or else..." His little accomplis finished for him. "......raaaape!!!" the little boy giggled. The light of hell was in the kid's eye and I knew I was caught. I swallowed hard. Each breath seemed to take 100 years. I started to sweat. I was unable to move and before I could compose myself, or resign myself to what was happening, the little boy, the 8 year old, skipped over to me and started to unbutton my pants! His little hands and fingers worked the buckle off my belt and soon were unzipping my zipper. The older boy just stood their, with his back against the door, and watched with an evil smile on his face as his young friend undressed me. The boy soon had my pants around my ankles and was unbuttoning my shirt. I was too terrified to even think of being sexually aroused. `My god' I thought `what if one of those cops has to pee?..oh god.... one dead faggot' I decided to beg. "C'mon, guys, you've had your fun..this is serious, if anyone comes in here..." "No one's coming in here...NOW SHUT UP!" "Yeah, SHUT UP!" The little boy parroted. But as he did, he aimed a quick, hard slap at my balls. My eyes crossed and I stifled a yelp. `The little fuck!' I thought. That terrible, all too familiar delayed pain began to errupt over my loins. My face reddend and the little boy giggled more. With that, he pulled off my underwear and exposed my cock and balls. "Whaaoo, he's got a hairy one! But it ain't a stiffly yet!" The little boy started to fondle my cock, and not too gently. He pulled at the base, grabbing tiny handfuls of pubic hair. Once again, I swallowed the pain. The imp began to play with my balls, taking each in his little hands and jiggling them playfully. The absurdity of the situation started to make me feel sick. Here I was, twenty five years old, being raped by an 8 year old boy! Too much was too much! I was about done. Let the chips fall where they may, I was outta there! I had just made up my mind when an enormous thing happened. Without warning, the little boy took the head of my dick into his young mouth. My brain nearly exploded. I had never looked at a child sexually before, but this kid's little tongue swaddling my cock felt like every sexual thrill I had ever known all wrapped up into one glorious second. I became fully erect almost instantly. And then he began to suck my staff like a whore. He took my entire cock into his mouth in one gulp. Up and down, swirling the tip of his tongue on the base of my balls as his face plunged into my pubic hair. His little hands grabbed my buns and guided my torso into each thrust, and with each thrust, the little boy gagged and drooled. I felt like one slain by some hedonistic lust. Too stunned to even moan, I just let the boy take complete control. And he played me like a fiddle. Finally, the older boy started to laugh, and that broke my daze. "He's a real good cock sucker ain't he Mister? I taught him e'ry thing he knows, ain't that right Billy Joe?" The little boy just nodded, my dick still lodged deeply in his throat. Waves of bliss began to pound my senses. `Well, even if this does end in a lynching, good men have died for less' This little boy was giving me the best blow job I'd ever known In fact, in all my 10 years of sexual activity, no one had ever made me feel so good. Now I was getting close, too close. In fact, I didn't want this to end just yet. So you see, my attitude had changed dramatically. I pulled my dick out of the kids mouth and backed a few steps away. "You suck him now! Only fair!" The older boy said to me. I wasn't expecting that. Almost immediately, my dick began to shrivel up. Suck off an 8 year old? You gotta be kidding me! No way, I wasn't gonna do it! No fucking way. `That's totally fucking sick' I though. `Yeah, 'bout as sick as getting sucked off by an 8 year old and enjoying it' said another thought in my brain, and speaking with a voice that I had never heard before. Oh, it was my thought alright, but it seemed to come from a part of my mind that I never knew existed. I knelt down and started to unbutton the boy's pants. My hands trembled and seemed to be moving according to some other will. I looked into the kids eyes as I opened his pants. Deep, darkling eyes, like black stars, but behind them was a bubbling fund of giggly boyishness that was about to burst forth, and that I only dimly remembered in myself. I gave a gentle tug and his pants fell from my hands onto the tile floor. His belt buckle clinked and the echo seemed to shake the stale air. The boy wore no underwear and his tiny erect dick and miniature balls immediately challenged my senses. He was uncut and his foreskin hadn't retracted yet. Of course there wasn't even peach fuzz down there. I could smell the acidly, lightly sour aroma which emanated from his groin. I felt his young body trembling nervously. Not without a twinge of guilt, I took the plunge and accepted his tiny dick into my mouth. The boy giggled loudly. In some twisted way, I felt that I owed the little tyke a good blowjob. Geez, he'd just sucked me like a professional. His friend was right. It was only fair. I rolled his little dick on my tongue and sucked and slurped for all I was worth. The taste and smell of boy-dick is very different from man-cock and the novelty just freaked me out. It was then I noticed that my own cock was raging hard again. `oh god' my thought said `it was bad enough being gay, now I'm a freaking pedophile' I took the boy's entire genitalia into my mouth at once and still had room to sneak my tongue under his balls and in between his legs. The imp squirmed, moaned and giggled! I was paying the kid back in kind. "Is he any good?" asked the older boy? "heeheheh yeh!" said the youngster. In a few moments, the little boy began to quiver and shake so that I knew he was having an orgasm. I was sure he wasn't old enough to shoot. The kid just went limp in my mouth and I knew he was done. "That was fun!!" he said. The boy started to pull up his pants. He was done, but I was hard as rock and about ready to explode. "My turn!" said the tow haired boy joyfully. The older boy pulled down his pants as he walked the few steps to where I was, still on my knees, jerking my cock. His dick was only slightly bigger than the younger boy's and he was also uncut. The smell of smegma told me his boy was more mature. And he had a few wisps of auburn hairs at the base of his dick. Puberty was just beginning to embrace him. Still, his testicles were totally bald, but were much bigger than the younger boy's. In fact, his balls were so big that they really turned me on. I started to lap at them with a lusty thirst I had never known before. He squealed with delight. They tasted at once salty and musty, more like a man's but still definitely boy meat. I washed under his sac and on each side. Then, I ate his cock. As I did, I became infatuated with the feel and taste of his boy flesh. I was masturbating myself feverishly. I grabbed both of his buns, like two little cantaloupe halves, in my hand and rammed his cock down my gullet. I wanted to swallow this boy whole. I slipped a finger into his asshole and he squealed. A madness was on me now and I rolled the boy around and buried my face in his boy-hole. He moaned loudly as my tongue plunged into his anus and washed the soot away. The taste simply drove me wild. I tongue fucked the boy feverishly. "wow, he's eatin' your bugger hole!" said the little boy "ohhhhshhhyeaahhh..an' it feels sooogooooogoooooo" I was lapping at the boy's hole like it was the last piece of tail I was ever gonna get. I knew the kid couldn't take much more, and neither could I. I was very close to an atomic orgasm. I wasn't sure if this kid was old enough either, but if he was, I wanted every drop of his boy-juice down my throat before I shot my own load. I turned him over again and swallowed his cock. The kid fucked my mouth for what seemed like eternity, but couldn't have been more than a few minutes. Suddenly, his body tensed up and he shook terribly. Then, I felt it. A hot squirt, a barely perceptible tenor at first, and then, that wonderful, unmistakable, lightly salty flavor. Not much volume, but definitely cum. This might well have been the kid's first real orgasm. I must have shot my load about 10 feet in the air. As we buckeled our clothes and got ourselves ready to walk out into the real world, I knew I had been changed forever. I looked at my watch. Only 15 minutes had gone by. It had seemed like hours. Sunshine streamed into the men's room as I opened the door and headed back to my car. The boys waved goodbye with huge smiles. I reached into my pocket, pulled out a twenty and slipped it into the older boy's hand. "Go buy yourselves something nice!" I said. "Gee, thanks mister!" TNE END. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- To find out more about the anon service, send mail to help@anon.penet.fi. 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