Date: Sat, 23 Jan 2021 10:11:43 -0400 From: Bryon Cristof Subject: Jonny's Boy JONNY'S BOY written by Bryon Cristof DISCLAIMER: This story is purely fictional and entirely a creation of the author's imagination. While it is based on the general idea of the conflicts that have plagued Central Africa over the last few decades, this story portrays a fictionalized gay sexual fantasy version as opposed to its documented historical reality. This story also depicts explicit unprotected gay sex between a teen and adult male character, both of whom are consenting. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - The skinny fourteen year old African boy had walked a long time and a long way through the tropical forest, a place filled with odd sounds and odd sights, thick foliage and stinging flies. It had been almost two days since the scrap of meat he'd managed to catch and cook: a small forest rat, and he hadn't had a drink all day. The heat was intense but he carried on. Walking through the jungle was far better than the fate awaiting him if he dared to turn back and return to his village. The rebel soldiers had massacred his people and now he was alone. He walked on, the heat of the day growing ever more intense until he collapsed from exhaustion. When he awoke, he was in a cool hut and it was near evening. A lamp burned orange in the corner of the hut. He crept toward the open doorway and peeked out. His eyes widened when he saw the camouflaged uniforms. Had he been captured by the same men who had murdered his father right in front of him? Was he about to be killed as well or worse, turned into one of their mad little soldiers, children trained to kill without remorse? Just as he looked toward the nearby jungle with the thought of running, a booted foot stepped in front of him. He looked up and saw a grinning African soldier. "Well, well! The lost boy is awake," he chuckled "Where are you from, boy?" The boy stayed silent. "What is your name then?" Again the boy was silent. "Are you deaf? Can you hear and speak?" he asked, more gruffly. The boy swallowed and took a breath. He pointed to his throat and gestured no then to his ears and gave a thumbs up. "Ah so, you can hear but not speak. Born that way?" The boy nodded yes. "Come, boy! You are thinner than a dog," the soldier invited. The boy followed and neared the cooking fire. The other soldiers stared at him until the one who had brought him told about him. That seemed to set them at ease, and several smiled sympathetically. The boy sat next to the soldier and took the proffered bowl of porridge with a scrap of meat on top. He gobbled it like a beast, causing the soldiers to laugh. "The boy is starved!" "Look at him eat like a lion!" "Eh, Jonny! Maybe the boy will eat your cock like that later!" It all seemed in good jest as the soldier, Jonny, who sat beside him, laughed it up with the others then told them to leave the poor boy alone. He rubbed the boy's head and he looked up at the smiling man. The soldier was young and smooth faced, reminding the boy of his older brother, who had only been twenty when he was shot in the back. After dinner, the soldiers chatted some more until an older man commanded them to bed. "Come boy. You sleep with me tonight," Jonny said, leading the boy to his tent. It was a squeeze but they got comfortable inside. Jonny turned off his lantern, turned to back the boy and was quickly snoozing. The boy stared at Jonny's back for a moment then did the same, drifting to sleep with his belly full for the first time in many days. Sometime later, the boy woke with the urge to pee. He slipped out of the tent into the clearing in the center of camp. The moon was full and he could see other soldiers on guard duty at the outskirts. He crept over to the hut he had woken in the first time and slipped behind it, unleashing a stream of hot piss. He returned to Jonny's tent and found the young soldier on his back, sleeping soundly. The boy was glad Jonny was nice to him but the words of the other weighed on his mind: sucking cock. It was not that the boy expected it but he was used to it. How many times had he sucked his older brother's cock when they were in the bed at night in their room? How many times had he done it while mama sold fruit in the market and papa was away logging in the forest? The boy leaned over Jonny's crotch. Even in the dim light from outside, he saw the tent in his trousers. Slowly and carefully, he unbuckled Jonny's belt and opened the buttons, one by one. The pungent stink of Jonny's unwashed balls did not deter him as he fished the stiff meat from its confines and gently stroked it. Circumcised, just like his own, he thumbed the dark scar a third way down the shaft. He squeezed it and the head leaked precum. The boy leaned in and took the bulbous knob into his mouth, sucking gently. He fondled Jonny's balls, fishing them out over the waistband of his underwear. He gently massaged the large nuts in his hand, inhaling their ripe odor. He sucked Jonny's cock harder, taking more of the meat between his lips. He heard Jonny's groan and paused, looking up to ascertain he was still asleep. Seeing no sign of the young soldier waking, the boy continued his ministrations, nursing hungrily on the hard throbbing rod. He fondled the balls and used his free hand to jerk the shaft from base to tip in conjunction with his wet suckling, drooling spit down over his fingers to lubricate the engorged flesh. Jonny moaned but the boy continued sucking, harder and faster. Jonny grunted and his warm hand clamped to the back of the boy's head. The boy's heart thumped at the gentle touch and his little teen erection ached, trapped in his underwear. Jonny was awake and enjoying his blowjob. Jonny's grip tightened on the boy's head. "Yes, boy! Keep sucking! I'm going to cum!" Jonny rasped. The boy obliged, using his best techniques. "Yessssss! Urgh! I'm coming! Urrrrrrrrrrrgh!" Jonny erupted and the boy received a volley of thick creamy sperm that filled his mouth. He gulped it down as another took its place, and another. The boy guzzled the delicious late-night meal until there was none left. He squeezed Jonny's cock from base to tip, drawing out the last globs of tasty semen and swallowing them also. Once he was done, he looked up and smiled at a grinning Jonny. "You did good, boy. Very good," Jonny panted. His cock was still hard in the boy's hand. The boy clambered up over Jonny, face to face. He leaned in and kissed him. Jonny kissed him back, clamping his hands to the boy's tiny round buttocks and giving the buns a firm squeeze. The boy's asshole twitched. His brother had not left him a virgin in either hole, and the boy regularly submitted--willingly--to his older sibling's urge to breed his ass. He kissed Jonny harder, tasting the young soldier's tongue and hot breath. He savored Jonny's soft moans vibrating in his throat and the wet tongue invading his mouth. The boy swung off Jonny for a moment to remove his shorts and undies. He returned to the saddle, straddling Jonny's waist and aiming his stiff cock to his backdoor. "Are you sure? I'm not small," Jonny warned. The boy hawked spit into his palm and greased Jonny's bulbous cockhead. He realigned it to his asshole and backed onto it. He gasped, or what could be called a gasp, as it was softer even than that. Jonny's cock stretched his hole but the boy had not bathed in days and his anal grease eased the thick cock's passage through his rectal ring. Despite the pain, the boy did not stop until he had nestled his asshole firmly around the base of Jonny's thick shaft. "My God! Your ass is so hot and wet!" Jonny panted, his eyes wide. The boy grinned despite the throbbing ache in his ass. It was clearly Jonny's first time fucking another male. The boy braced himself on Jonny's chest and began to ride him, just as his brother had taught him after they'd watched a Western porn at a friend's house. The boy rode Jonny just like the blonde girl in the movie, slowly sliding his asshole up along the shaft then back down. The boy locked eyes with Jonny and leaned down, kissing him again. He opened Jonny's shirt, caressing the young soldier's smooth chest and thumbing his stiff nipples. Jonny groaned, running his hands up the boy's body and peeling his shirt off over his head. The boy's little teen cock jerked, standing at attention over Jonny's belly button and leaking precum. "Ride me, boy!" Jonny grinned, taking hold of the boy's cock. The boy made a sound like a groan. His cock was wrapped in the warm tightness of Jonny's grip. Each time he raised off the young soldier's cock, he fucked into the space of his palm. The boy impaled himself on Jonny's lap over and over, fucking through his fist faster and faster. Jonny's cock lodged deep inside him with every descent but the sensation caressing his own erection felt too good to stop. He whimpered, reaching his climax and erupting milky teen spunk all over Jonny's chest. "Yes, boy! Keep riding! Don't stop!" Jonny rasped, gently thrusting upward to encourage the boy's continued motion. The boy rode on, willing himself to rise and fall despite the exhaustion taking over his body. He did not even realize Jonny was coming until he felt the explosion of heat inside him, and the repeated rapid pulsing of Jonny's thick shaft in his rectum. "Arrrrrrrrgh! Yes! Argh! Argh! Arrrrgh!" Jonny growled, gripping the boy's waist to keep him pinned on his cock until he'd finished. Jonny folded his arms behind his head and grinned up at the boy. The boy smiled back, leaned in and kissed Jonny a third time. Jonny returned the gesture. The pair swapped spit for a while longer then Jonny rolled the boy off his chest. "We need to get some sleep. This is only a temporary camp. Tomorrow, we march to the next town. Maybe you have relatives there?" Jonny continued, mentioning the town's name. The boy shook his head to the negative. "Ah I see," Jonny said thoughtfully then grinned. "You will be my boy then, until you find somewhere you want to stay." The boy grinned and nodded enthusiastically. He hugged Jonny, and Jonny held him close until they fell asleep. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Thank you for reading, and I hope you enjoyed the story. Feel free to email me at: bryoncristof@gmail.com if you want to leave a comment or just to chat. Also, if you are able, please donate to NIFTY to help with the necessary maintenance of the site: http://donate.nifty.org