Date: Mon, 18 Feb 2008 21:58:44 -0500 From: A. Cheshire Cat Subject: Hungry For It Hungry For It By: A.Cheshire Catt February 18th, 2008 write me kierkegaard_is_cool@hotmail.com I ain't such a bad guy. Not really. I mean, when I woke up this morning I called my mother and I hoped she was feeling well. I listened to her go on about stuff I may not care about but at least I was a nice boy and listened to her. And I make her feel good knowin that I'm still alive after another midsummer Saturday night in this wretched shit-hole corner of Lowertown. No I'm not a bad guy at all. When I went to the store after talkin to my mom I said hi to the guy that's always there askin for change. I tossed the guy a couple quarters, even though I ain't exactly rich, and even though I hate lettin him think I've got money to throw around, but hey it was a nice day, and it feels good to put a smile on peoples' faces. The guy on the street, glad to see me give him something smiled and wished me a blessed day and moved along toward the nearest liquor store, I imagine. But hey, I'm not a bad guy. And the guy at the store, just one of those corner shops with an ancient Chinese guy supporting his whole family on sellin me milk and bread and over-priced cereal and out-of-date eggs, and cigarettes, pack after pack, after each long day; and at the beginning of the next. He sees me come in and grab the newspaper and head for the fridge to grab a few of those tv dinners that are a little expensive but totally fill the hunger-bug when you got it, and I grab a thing of milk, and some coke and then a chocolate bar, he sees me grab all this and smiles when I ask him how his day is, "Sure is nice out." He is pleased. He is thankful. He knows I'm not a bad guy. I near forget, but it's almost like he hesitated long enough for me to remember, ya, that's right, "Oh and a pack of King Size, ya, that's right, the blue pack." He smiles, rings up the bill, puts it all in a bag and I pay with some cash I got in my pocket. I'm headin on back to the house just down the noisy street, transports roarin by, birds are maybe singin but I can't hear them over the horns of the fools bein rudely cut off by passin speeders. Maybe there are kids playin somewhere, all I can hear are sirens and the low-blarin horns of the firetrucks weavin through mid-town traffic. Oh ya, sun's shinin, some bikini-bras are barely coverin the nipples of the frighteningly-thin prostitots down by the St.Michael's Church up there. Terrifying how young they get these days. Damn shame really. When I get inside I start dumpin out the shit I got at the store and sit down with the paper and a cigarette and some coke and I start lookin through it thinkin I'll see something cool, like maybe some friends of mine made the paper on a Saturday night, maybe some old faces turned up robbin a corner store, or maybe some associate from some by-gone day wound up dead in a gutter just like we'd all thought he would. I read the paper nervously though, I always do, I see in the tragedies of the night gone by reminders of how close I'd come to self-destructing with a life of sellin drugs. But then, as soon as I start thinkin about that life, compared to this life on the fringe of it that I got now, I throw the paper aside and lay back in the lazy-boy listenin to the the dragging metal scrape, thudding rubber roar of traffic on the highway outside like it's a symphony frought with musical symbols of change and opportunity: when a person dies, another is born; when a house burns down and the memories are lost, it gives rise to a new home, new memories; when someone leaves town, someone comes into it, when someone is hurt, the bastard who causes the pain is caught ... well, if they're not any good at being the bad guy ... I rubbed my crotch. I'm a bit of a tough guy. I've got a dragon tat runnin up my arm and it's breathin fire across my shoulder. I have a scar over my left eye from a bar fight that no one won. One of my eyes ain't good and it weren't nothing good that done it. I like fuckin young pricks. Ya, that's right, the boys that think they're tough and walk around like their king-shits and think they know something about this nothing that really they know nothin about. I don't get to fuck all that often. I mean, I feel like I have something to hide and that if I let the kids in they'll let it out that I'm a fuckin patsy and that I like fuckin boys so I sort of lay low and don't talk to many people. I've served my time but I like stayin in this box of a house. I don't really got a lot of friends. I don't really do all that much anymore. I have my pot delivered to me by an old buddy that makes runs in this neighborhood, a buddy that I don't say much to, that I pay on time, that doesn't ask to come in, in fact doesn't ask for much of anything. No one really calls. Usually, when the phone rings, it's just some fucker sellin me something I don't need or want. I watch a lot of television. I don't work. I don't work cuz my parents were actually well in the money, and I'm epileptic and gotta take pills for it and man, I just don't gotta so I don't. I mean, who's gonna hire an epileptic thug who's done time and hasn't worked an honest day in his life? No body, that's who. The hours go by, the sun gets heavy and leans on the top of the downtown buildings and eventually shadows fall from the skyscrapers and that hum of dimness happens on this highway after a long hot summer day of Sunday traffic. In the afternoon the jam of cars comin back from the lakes in the park to the north of the city sort of makes it impossible to think that somewhere or anywhere trees grow and that air is still a beautiful, healthy thing. As dinner comes up and I'm on my third tv dinner and already through a half-pack of smokes, I go online and see what's shakin. The afternoon sun has made it so hot in the house that I can barely stand it. I'm walkin around without a shirt on and my dark jeans don't got no belt to hold them up and my white boxers are sort of ridin up. I ain't got no socks on neither. I sit on a bar stool cuz the computer's at a bar made of cedar that someone installed in here back in the day when this was the coolest party house on the street. A cop goes by, I look up from the screen. The boredom scares me. On the screen is a chatroom being filled with the idle nothingness of good boys and respectable men, and they converse with each other and ignore guys like me who ain't got a pic, who won't post one for anyone to see, and the opportunities pass me by and I know by the time the street lights come on outside I'm almost certain I ain't gonna get nothin for another night. So I fuckin turn around and catch the end of some Family Guy episode I've seen a million thousand times. I turn back to the screen and type into the window that I'm bored and no one says anything about me. I start typin about how the traffic on the road outside is slowin down and still no one says anything. Then, just as I'm about to light another cigarette, a window pops up askin which street I'm on but I ignore it because I don't like givin anything away. I start flickin, instead, through some porn sites that I like. I start with some sites about young guys and they're all pretty and of-age and they're all kissin and fuckin and suckin each other's cocks like good little porn-fuckers are supposed to do. I search for something more and more specific and suddenly I'm lookin at kids that are way too skinny to be healthy, and they're young and younger lookin and the guys fuckin them are usin them and payin them for their time. I think about the prostitots down the street. I call up my man, the dude that gets me shit. "Say, you got anything good." "Ya man, got some green that'll blow your mind, just got it in this weekend. Good shit, can have it by your place in about twenty minutes." "Nah man, I was thinkin about gettin a good high on, got anything that I can pack up my nose." "Sure, man, gonna cost ya, you got the cash?" "Well, make it half an hour and I'll get some and be back here." "Sure thing, I'll just knock on the door as usual?" "Ya man, thanks. And put some green on the list too, I mean, what's one without the other really." The two guys laugh and then I get dressed and get ready to head to the bank machine. White teeshirt and my jeans and some black leather boots. I take a cigarette for the walk. I start out the door and lock it behind me. Never trusting anyone in this shit-hole part of town. There's no one on the street, it's like it's dinner time at the mission so all the thugs are hidden away. I sneak up the street to the bank machine at the corner when I notice someone's been followin me but I make no sign of knowin their there. When I come out of the joint there's a kid standing there in a loose, faded purple wife-beater and a pair of boarder shorts that are so dirty and torn at the hem on one leg. His shoes look like they're about to fall off. He's about twelve years old, swear to god. Hard times, must be, this kid looked like shit. "Dude, I'm hungry, you got some change." "You don't look hungry, you look like you're comin down. I don't give money to cranks." He comes up real close, "Seriously dude, I'm just really hungry, they don't let me in the mission anymore. They got me all confused with someone else, I swear, and I'm fuckin hungry." "Fuck off, I don't want nothin to do with ya. Ya hear me? Get lost." I start walkin and I think that he's not followin me but when I get up about a block away I turn back and see that he's been waiting to see if I turn around and because I have turned to see if he's following me he thinks that gives him the right to start after me, at a running pace. I turn around and he's got this face that the light has caught a certain way and it looks desperate, plain and simple. I catch a whiff of some meat grillin on a barbecue. If I can smell it he must be able to smell it and I'm almost certain it's gonna push him over the edge if he's really actually hungry. As the kid's comin up to me he trips and falls and, though he manages to not scratch his knees or anything, the kid is feeble and it's pathetic. I tell him I got something back at the place he can have, and I realize that while I'm offering this to him I'm about to invite him into my sanctuary and that I don't know him from shit ... he could be just the lead in of a gang and before the night's over I could be robbed, killed, and maybe all this in enough time to make the mornin papers. He's all at my mercy though. "Thanks man, I swear I ain't no trouble." "I ain't givin ya the cash though, cash is trouble ... I'm gonna make sure you get something to eat or something." "Thanks man, thanks, you're totally the coolest guy on the block." "Don't tell no one, got that. I don't want a line up at my door in the morning. In fact, if you don't tell anyone you'll have a better chance of makin it in again ... I mean, no promises or nothin ... just watch your mouth and keep your eyes on the ground." The kid was quiet for a second and walked behind me the rest of the way. I turned and made him walk beside me. Don't let a man walk behind you, make sure you keep your eye on him the whole way, in case he sends signals to people across the street, in case he's watchin for someone to make a signal to, in case he pulls out a knife and tries something stupid, that's what my dad always taught me. It was now getting dark out, it was probably around half past the hour by then and I wanted to get the kid inside and quiet before my bud came by. Suddenly I realized how ridiculous this was all becoming. Just as we were about to come up on the house I noticed that he kept lookin back at me like he knew something and that made me a little nervous. I couldn't believe how young-lookin he was. He was a slim, white piece of meat. No tats, no muscles, no piercings. I went up the front steps and looked either way to make sure no one was comin, no cops were watchin, and it seemed like I was safe so I unlocked the door and pushed the kid in ahead of me and then went in and turned to lock the door behind me. The place smelled like my boredom, cigarettes and dried out tv-dinner trays all over the place. The kid was dirty with dust off the road. He went over immediately and sat on the couch. "Oh man that feels good. Sittin, you know." "Ya, take your shoes off. You're havin a shower. I don't want your fuckin dirt all over my place." I went into the kitchen and then into the bathroom that was beyond it. I made sure there was nothing of any value in eye-shot he could steal as soon as I left him alone in there. I took account of the pills in the medicine cabinet and took away all my pills that he didn't need to get his grubby little hands on. Probably think they were pain killers when really all they'd actually do is give him a headache. "Say, can I check my email?" He called at me from the living room and I hurried back to see that he was standin there in the middle of the living room completely naked. He was so hot I got a boner immediately. "No you can't. What the fuck are you doin you little faggot? Jesus Christ you're fuckin naked ... what you think I am a fuckin john?" He blushed. He was so nervous. I went up to him and hit him. I did. I couldn't believe it. I back handed him across the face and I could it hit him good and he nearly fell over. "Sorry man, sorry, I thought ... I mean I thought." "Well clearly you thought wrong. I have it in my mind to toss you out on the curb like that. Think you can just walk in here like some little priss fuckin faggot and get me to fuck ya and you get dinner and tell everyone I'm a goddamn schumck? I don't think so." I hit him again. I couldn't believe it. He sat on the couch. "No, now go shower and I'll make you something to eat." He whimpered and went into the washroom. I was left alone suddenly. I started rubbin my cock in my jeans. I was sweatin. I lit a cigarette. My fingers were vibrating. I was nervous. Why did I hit him? Kid had barely done anything at all, just got naked, which is what I wanted, but I mean, I wanted to make him get naked or something. But I didn't want it like that. The shower was running, I could hear it. I took my shirt off, it was so hot in there I could barely stand it. I have an amazing chest. I rubbed it and excited myself playin with my nipples. The doorbell rang. Fuck! I went to it and yelled through it that I wanted to know who it was and the response was "Man, it's me. Fuck hurry up." I opened the door and my runner came in the door and sort of pushed me in that he could clearly step inside. It was like a violation and I pushed back and asked what the fuck he thought he was doin. "Sorry man, I feel like I got some heat on me. I need to come in for a minute." "What the fuck, you can't come in here and say you got heat and lead the fuckin cops to my place. You know I don't want anything happenin here ... Jesus Fuckin Christ." "Chill chill, not like you're doin anything ... whoa, man nice place ... you need a bitch in here to clean up some of this shit, but sure is a sweet place." "Fuck off, you're just runnin a tally to see how much shit you can steal, you know I'll fuckin bust your skull if anything happens to this place." "You're worryin about nothing man, I know who you are, I know you've got cred, got some," and he said this with a light cadence, like he just learned the word, "some precedence." I heard the shower. I knew he had to hear it too. "You got some lady in the tub? I get it now." "No man, there ain't no one here. I was gonna hop in the shower when you knocked on the door." He looked at me with a curious side-long glance. "Say, why don't you just give me this shit and get the fuck out of here already. I got the cash, what you got for me tonight?" "Sure man, look here at this." He presented a non-descript black baggy that fit nicely in the palm of my hand. It was expensive but he promised me a great ride from it. And he pulled out some weed and I threw in a tip if he'd just hurry the fuck up and get the fuck out of here. "Just give me a minute. Let me have a smoke or something?" "Jesus Christ." Dude's a hot guy too. I'd totally do him. He's got some muscle on him, and he's got healthy teeth that he flashes every once in a while. He's trusting, which is scary. He's kind of Puerto Rican or something, olive skinned and he's got a tat on his back that I've only seen in passing, one of those do-ups of angel wings that makes him look so fuckin saintly, even though I know he runs a ring of whores just like the one up the street. Dude took a seat on the couch and crossed his legs. He was a rat. He wasn't to be trusted. He was probably running up in his head the amount he'd get for the computer, the tv, the couch and all the clothes and cds in his line of vision. The shower was running. There was a bang. The shower shut off. Dude jumped up. "Say, I thought you said you were alone in here." "Well man, I was lyin'. What the fuck you want, now get the fuck out of my house before something happens we don't want happenin." "Like what, is she hot? We can bang her together. Shit, could be hot man ... " "Get the fuck outta here man." Suddenly the toilet flushed. The toilet flushed! Dude said, "Man you got someone in there. Who is she, what's she like, some chink from the corner, the daughter of Papa who runs the store there? Who is it?" "It's your mama, now get the fuck outta here." The bathroom door opened. I could hear the steps comin up behind me through the kitchen and Dude was standing there lookin over my shoulder to see who it was but then at the last second I shoved at Dude and made him turn and started pushin him at the door. He resisted and he was trying to turn and see and at the last second he managed to turn around, weasel his way back in the room just as the kid was comin into the living room wearing one of my light blue towels around his scrawny little waste. The look on Dude's face was fuckin hilarious. I turned around and got a boner that I didn't know what to do with. The kid was standing there leanin against the doorframe into the living room and he was lookin at me and Dude like was scared or something. "I'm really hungry man. I swear I'll just take something to eat and run ... I don't want to be no bother." "You're fuckin a kid!" "No I ain't. He was hungry." "You're fuckin a little boy!" "No, fuck, I swear, he was just hungry so I ... I was bored ... I forgot you were comin." "No wonder you wanted some blow! You got yourself a real live twink, fresh outta the cradle." "Hey guys, sorry, I'll just grab my shit and go. I - I don't want trouble." He went for the shorts that were by the computer on the floor. I put my hand on his chest and told him to stay put. I'm 35 years old. This kid, say he was 12, well shit, he's like a son already and I barely even know him and I'm trying to save him from gettin this Dude all over him. "Man, I didn't know you were into kids, you're a fuckin mo!" "I ain't no fuckin mo." And I reached out to smack him but he was faster and he fuckin belted me in the gut no differently than if he'd handed my abdomen a basket of muffins. He smiled and laughed and politely told me he was stronger than I was and next move like that I would be dead, no matter who I was. The kid was eyein up this stranger with a nervous edge to him ... I told him to stay away from the kid. Dude was on him though. Threw him on the couch and started humpin him dry like a horny dog. He started yippin like a cowboy. "Yoo-eee that's gotta be one tight ass ... an ass is an ass man ... let's fuckin take it all the way ... " The kid squirmed on the couch and I felt so bad for him, right, because like I said I ain't such a bad guy. The kid didn't stand a chance fightin him off. All I could see was this guy's tan body wrapped around the pale body of the kid and he was all legs stickin out and arms a'grabbin at pillows. When Dude got up I thought he was goin to just fuckin leave and take the kid with him. "He's hungry, let him eat something and get the fuck outta here." "Are you fuckin kiddin me, this kid ain't hungry, he's just horny ... he wants your cock ... look at him ..." I looked at him, he was hungry. I could see purple around the underside of his eyes. I could his tummy was tight and moved inward and that his ribs was stickin out. I could see he was shakin mighty uncontrollably. No strength in the little guy. "Here, I got a deal. I'll cut you a line of this shit, I'll cut you another one too, and while we get high we'll let this kid eat something and feel a bit better. You better not be saying anything about this to anyone. I don't want trouble out of this." "Fuck you. Like I'd get myself in a mess about a boy. You know this is safe." "Give me your word." I told him with a look in my eye, like I was able to guage him in anyway. I couldn't though. To my surprise Dude said, "Shit man, save your shit, I got shit'a my own we can be packin. You want to cook it?" "Nah, man, just keep it real." The kid was being sat on on the couch, uncomfortable and quiet and afraid to move. He was lookin at the floor and obviously calculatin at something. Dude turned around and started ticklin him all mean-like. The kid was squirmin and hated this and Dude was mockin him, pinchin him, and then smacked him upside the face. "Come on kid, I'll get you something to eat." He got up and came in the kitchen. No doubt about it, it was dark now, and I had to turn on the light. He was shakin. I grabbed at some tv dinners I had left in the freezer and they landed on the counter making a frozen crash of sound. I pulled out an apple and threw it at him and he grabbed it and started eating it and it was gone in a minute. I knew he'd be hungry but I forgot what hunger can be really like. I told him to help himself to the cookies in a bin on the counter. He grabbed at them and started eatin one but choked and couldn't breathe. I grabbed him some water and told him to take it easy. "Just sit down and eat kid, kay, I ain't gonna make this too bad for ya. This is what you get. You know that eh? You knew it wasn't gonna be easy, that you were gonna work for it. But just cuz you think you know what workin is don't mean you know what workin really is. So just sit yer ass there at the table and take a minute to eat this." The microwave chimed. The food was on the table steamin and I put another one in that he could just help himself when it was done. "Now you just eat it nice and slow, chew it plenty and it'll taste better and it won't all fall out yer ass." I went over to the table, he was chewin, and I grabbed at his face and made him look at me. "Now you better be mighty goddamn thankful for this meal." He swallowed. "Thank you sir. Sure is kind a'ya." He was cute. He was real cute. I brought him his glass of water to the table and let him be while I went into the living room where I found Dude at the stereo looking for something. "Don't be fuckin touchin nothin." "You've gotta have something we can listen to." "Jesus Christ man, just leave. Just leave and pretend you ain't seen nothing, that's all I'm askin." "Chill man, we can both fuck him. You got a problem with that? You got a problem with a man messin with what your doin? Don't worry I ain't gonna tell anyone." I snorted a long line off the table and, zing, it sure itched a scratch I needed itchin. He told me to do the other that was there and I did. The sound of my nose haulin it in was a'callin back to the old days of glam parties that last for days. The ghosts of parties from the past instantly flooded in through the doors and windows and the sound of music pumpin in my ears and blood and fingers and eyes was phantasmagorically thrilling and exciting. I was raging suddenly. I could tell this shit was great fuckin juicy shit. I felt fantastic and rubbed at the arms of the chair as if gettin ready to buck a bronco off my back. I heard the kid eatin and slirpin and suckin back the food in the kitchen. "Chew it boy, chew that food good." I looked into the kitchen and saw he was sittin there starin at me while I stared at him and I wondered what the fuck was takin so long. Suddenly there was "Smoke on the Water" playin and it felt so good to hear some music. "Come on in kid, come on, leave it, you can have more later." The kid came in the room nervously, he was still wearin the towel. He came in the room and stood by the coffee table and the Dude went up behind him and started makin him dance, pushing against his body, lifting his arms, makin him feel real vulnerable. "Fuck, you got a fine little body, boy." He stroked the sides of his torso up and down and on the way down grabbed the towel in the flick of a wrist and the boy was standing there tremulously and was snapped with the whip of a towel. He yelped a bit. "Now keep it down low kid, no screamin or nothin," I told him, thinkin I didn't want the neighbors thinkin nothing strange was happenin. Dude took off his belt and sat on the couch again and started workin on another line for us. "Dance kid, dance for us." The kid looked at me and I looked at him like he better start dancing. So he did and it as awkward and slow and he didn't know what to do in the middle of the room so he came more towards me and I liked it that he gravitated towards me. I reached out and ran my fingers along the insides of his thighs and he twitched a bit, nervously. "Relax kid, just relax. I think your hot little body's gonna do real good tonight. I think you're gonna be just fine." I coughed. "Damn drip." The kid started gettin a bit more into it. Dude offered him some of his cigarette so he could be more grabby with his hands. It was hot watchin the two of them dance so seductively in front of me. The kid was startin to relax a bit. I could tell because when Dude went to "dip" the kid, like they were some fancy ballroom dancers, the kid let himself lean way back and get kissed on the neck and on the jaw and he reached up and grabbed at Dude's bicep and squeezed it and that made me hard so I pulled my cock out of my pants. I was a little nervous cuz I ain't pulled my cock out in front of another guy since prison ... but I don't like thinkin about it like that. I felt like I was watchin a porn or something and these guys were just on television playin without knowing I was watching but the kid was likin what he saw and he turned toward me and leaned down over my throbbing member and blew some smoke down on it. It was cool feeling. He gave me the last of the cigarette which I hauled at and then pushed into an ashtray. Dude was bent over cuttin lines for us when suddenly the kid pulled me up out of the chair by the tail of my shirt and started dancin real nice with me. He threw an arm up around me shoulder and made eyes at me like lovers do in the old movies. How could this kid know anything about stuff like this: stars in his eyes, that's all he's got. Got some fuckin stars in his eyes. That was last thing I needed was some fuckin fan. I stopped dancin long enough to take some shit up my nose. Man it felt good. Dude was doin another line too. Suddenly I was dancin without my shirt on. And Dude was on the other side of the kid and he was dancin without his shirt too, and the two of us were pressing this kid in between us and the more we sandwiched him the hotter it got, and the drugs were slammin into us so we were makin it hotter and hotter and rougher and rougher and the kid was panting and sweating in between us. "Say, let's take this in to the bedrooom. Dude, grab the shit, kid grab the cigarettes." Dude also turned the music up and the light in the kitchen was shut out while I went in the room and turned on the bedside lamp and then drew the curtains closed. It was a big bed, four-poster. I tore off the sheets and the pillows were pushed to the side, to the floor. There was a poster on the wall of a giant pirate's flag, skull and bones. The kid was nervous again. He knew what was about to happen. Dude was comin and he put the blow on its mirror on the dresser and then grabbed the kid and threw him violently on the bed. The kid was startled by the use of such brutal strength. He didn't know what to make of it. He got nervous. I tore my own jeans off and was there naked on my knees with my full-fuckin 8.5 inches of straight uncut cock pointed right at the kid's face. Dude stammered something about an impressive fuckin cock. He pulled his own out, it was about 8 inches, cut, and it was oozin pre-cum like a fuckin faucet. The two of us were titanic compared to this scrawny little brat. Dude said, "Start suckin." The kid leaned forward and put his puckerin little mouth of his around the uncut cock and seemed to not know what to do with all of it. Dude was quick to assist him by grabbin the kid's head and shovin his cock in till the kid's eyes bulged and he coughed and phlegm poured down his chin. "Jesus Christ Dude, the kid just ate, I don't want no fuckin pukin bullshit happenin in the bed." "Suck it faggot, suck on it real good. And if you bite it I'll fuckin bite yours right off, don't think I'm kiddin ya neither. Just suck it nice and good." And the kid did what he was told, he was patient and handled it nice. He let his mouth off only long enough to catch his breath briefly before diving back onto the shaft and takin it like a hungry little twirp. Meanwhile I lifted up the kid's smooth arse and tapped it with my finger, he got a little nervous. And he pulled off the cock he was suckin and told us, dangerously, he'd never been fucked before. He knew it hurt, he was scared. "Oh now, don't you fuckin worry." Dude seemed to be playing the good cop there for a second, but then he was like, "It's only gonna hurt this time, the first time's the worst." The kid started to whimper but Dude was unaware, he was high, and he just started fuckin this kid's face again. I licked at the boy's ass. It sent shivers through my body. I got goosebumps. Something about opening this portal for this boy was very exciting for me. I was about to take the kid's virginity. Alternating between my finger and my tongue I made the hole open with easy grace. The boy farted. I didn't care. Better to let it out before I pounded it all in. When I shoved a finger in nice and good the boy moaned and that ignited the fire in Dude's voice and slapped the kid's back and left a big red welt there. The kid was chucking and trying to focus on the sucking but I was probing a little deeper and a little more with each knuckle, and then another finger, and the kid was sweating and Dude was slappin his back and fuckin his face with thrusts powerful like he was fuckin an old whore's cunt. I licked at the boy's hangin balls. They were such sweet little orbs of innocence and I held them there while I fiddled with his little pecker. It was gonna be a big cock someday. The kid was getting hard now that I was payin him a little attention and that got me so randy I almost couldn't stand it. I told them to stop. "Light a cigarette Dude." Dude went over to the dresser and lit a cigarette and snorted a bit of what was there and was cutting some more out for us. "Now kid this is goin to be a really big night for ya, k? I want to fuck you but I want you to know that I won't stop once I start and I got a real big cock and it will hurt." That was just really the nicest way to say I'm gonna rape you till you cry. "You know, Lap dances are better when the strippers are cryin." Dude sang, "You know that song? I hope you cry little boy. I always wanted to taste lil boy tears. "You can cry if you want to," I told him. "Please, mister, please, I'm scared." I stood up then and did a line and shook my head spasmically. Fuck this felt really good. I got back on the bed and told the kid to get my cock all nice and wet with his spit and Dude smoked a cigarette from the end of the bed. Then I pointed his face at Dude's cock and Dude let him suck him again while I aimed and got ready to bury my monster cock deep in this virgin boy hole. Oh ya. It felt so good. The boy was shakin, his little legs were tremblin and I told him to relax and it wouldn't hurt so much. The kid was holdin Dude's cock in his mouth and Dude was pettin his head. All of us knew they was gonna really hurt, no matter who you were. "Take it kid, just take it and you'll have our respect." And the kid arched his back when he felt me pressin his hole. I spat on my cock and some ran along my abs. I rubbed it in. I pushed at the hole and the sphincter started to loosed and accept me. The kid moaned and I pushed and then he screamed and I didn't stop or anything. He squirmed and bucked and I held him and then I told Dude, "Hold him still." "Don't you fuckin bite me." He gargled something that sounded like a vow to not bite. I spit on my cock and pulled it out a bit and the kid was sweating and red and Dude slapped his back again and told him he was doin a fantastic job. Then I pushed in again and Jesus Christ if I didn't fuckin get it in. I told him, "Man, you're so fuckin tight. I love your ass. Your ass is mine. I'm all the way in and I fit, mm, I fit." The kid then pulled off the guy's cock and actually muttered, "It feels so good. It hurts but it's like your filling me up inside. It feels like electricity is flying through my body, in my balls and cock." "Oh ya, man, fuck him. He likes it. He's takin to it real nice." I started to motion, back and forth and back and forth and took his buttocks in my hands and massaged my cock with his ass. I lifted him then in my arms and lay on my back and he was still facin away from me and Dude stood on the bed and the kid sucked his huge cock while riding my huge shaft and the motion of this was so exciting, it was sweaty and hot in my room and all I could smell was sex and chemicals coming out of every pore. I rubbed the kid's back while he sucked Dude's cock. Suddenly Dude started cummin ... "Aah, aah, ya ya ... I'm fuckin cummin kid, I'm gonna cum," and the kid pulled off and the load shot all over his face and in his mouth and made him laugh. Suddenly I pulled the kid down and under and pulled my long cock out of his arse and repositioned myself that I was now going to really fuck him hard. And I did. I fucked him like I hadn't fucked anyone in a long while. I watched his eyes close and his face point upward while he took it. I pulled his legs up over my shoulder and really drove it into him hard. He was crying, I could see it. "Cry, man, cry. I want it to hurt ya." He was crying and I fuckin drove him harder and harder. "Hey man, you got him fuckin cryin." And this seemed to embaress the kid which made him weep and sob and I liked this, I licked the salty tears off his cheek and it tasted so refreshing. "Oh kid, this feels so good. I hope you get hungry real soon and need a helpin hand. I'll feed you really good, oh ya ... really fuckin good." I started cummin and man the orgasm made my legs twitch and burn and I shuddered all the way through my whole body and shot load after load into him and he yelped out like he felt it. "Lemme have him again." "Sure, Dude, take my sloppy seconds." And Dude mounted the kid and fucked his loosened hole really long. I sat on the edge of the bed and sweat like a motha-fucka smokin a cigarette while the kid wept into the mattress and Dude worked up his second load, which always takes a long time, longer if you've been doin lines. The kid was obviously bleedin a bit. I could see the red on the bed. I told Dude to lay off a bit and just fuckin shoot his load already. He straddled the kid's chest and let loose a moan out of his gut that meant this felt really fuckin good. "Come on, let's let him sleep it off." Dude and I went out into the living room. The two of us sat down and did another line and it felt fuckin fantastic to be sittin there with a hot dude, totally naked, the windows open to a summer night, some nice fuckin tunes playin, not a fuckin breeze, not a peep of noise from the street. It was like we were kings and we were indestructable. "Man, you're fuckin hard again." "Ya Dude, I got it fuckin hard. Come here man, suck on it." "Fuck you, I ain't no fuckin faggot." "No, you ain't." Then from the kitchen a little voice said, "I'll suck it for you mister." "Yoo-eee," Dude hollered, "Looks like you got yerself a little fuckin faggot cocksucker." "Looks like we got ourselves here a fine party." And the kid came over and got on his knees between my legs and started suckin on the cock nice and easy. He looked up with his puppy-dog eyes and said, "Way you were talkin I thought you were gonna kill me. You ain't such a bad guy." I said, "I know I ain't." And I pet his sweet little head till he sucked me dry. Then I lit him a cigarette and told him to crawl up on my lap and he fell asleep there. Cute kid. Gonna take real good care of him. And he's gonna take real good care of me.