Date: Sat, 30 May 2009 12:38:58 +0000
From: Dan Kiel <dan.kiel@hotmail.com>
Subject: Kindy Slut Josh

Kindy slut Josh
by Dan Kiel

Got my first part-time job as a gardener when I was sixteen, helpin' out
Grid Adler, the groundsman at the local school. Yeah, I let Grid have my
mouth once or twice, that's how I got the job, but once I was on the
payroll, performin' nicely, so to speak, head mistress took to my smiles
and Good morning, Ma'ams, and Grid had to let me alone and stick his fat,
cheesy, uncut cock down someone else's throat. Guy was about 40 and had a
slouch on him woulda stood him in good stead for a guest starrin' hunchback
role in the school play. He was married to Josie Epstein, stout little
bitch fifteen years his junior, with a cunt she threw around town like a
tarpaulin to keep the weather out. So I kinda felt sorry for him when I
first went down on him, knowin' he was wed to a whore an' all, but Jesus
you kinda got the right to expect a man to wash himself, you know what I'm
sayin'? I can forgive a hunchback if there's a nice fat clean bone on
offer, but I draw the line at cheese.

I sometimes still go for older guys, dependin', but they gotta be George
Clooney nowadays - I'm fussy. Basically, I'm into the boys - young enough
to be my son is what I always say. I've got a soft spot - or a hard spot -
for pre-pubes. Got a taste for em after I had little Josh Benson. It was
Grid Adler told me he'd seen the boy on his knees in the toilet block
servicing a short queue of sixth graders. I'd spotted Josh early on - I was
clearin' the leaves one fall mornin', soon after I started workin' at the
school when Josh's mom walked him up to the school gate, pecked him on the
cheek, and waved her hands at him to head inside. He was all corn-coloured
blonde, and pale-skinned, with big doey eyes, and he was wearin' little
denim shorts and a plaid shirt, and had his knapsack over his shoulder -
yeah, it was the shorts that got me, tight on his little five year old
buns. He had beautiful pale thighs and you could tell his mom had pulled
his long navy socks on herself, and tucked the elastics under his knees so
they stayed up neat all day. Dumb mommy didn't know she was settin' her boy
up to be a faggot, cock-suckin' little bitch.

Kept my eye on Josh that fall; he was kinda lonely, but friends with a
boring little Greek girl who wore her skirts below the knee (no fun there)
and a hot black kid who looked like he'd pack some booty when he got some
more years on him if he kept playin' sports. Didn't take me long to follow
up on Grid's tip - it was Thursday afternoons that Josh's mom came late for
him cos she worked part-time in the mall, and that was the day the older
boys lined up for some serious cock-suckin' courtesy of my little man. I
soon knew the half a dozen sixth grade boys by name, and a few of em were
hot pre-teens with nice tummies and big smooth cocks. The first time I
watched em from a cubicle in the boys' toilet block as they stood around in
a circle, getting' their cocks out, and started jerkin', while Josh did the
strangest thing - he took his little denim shorts off, and his tiny white
undies, and got down on his knees in his long socks and shoes. As he took
the first cock in his mouth, I realised he wasn't touchin' his own baby
cock, he was rubbing his little boycunt instead - he sucked his first cock
for a bit, and expertly rubbed his thumb along the boy's piss-slit,
squeezin' some pre-cum out, then rubbed the pre-cum into his tight little
exposed cunt while he went back to suckin'. Did the same thing with each
boy, but I couldn't see whether he was slippin' his finger inside
himself. The boys weren't interested in Josh's pussy, though - no
imagination, straight eleven year olds. An' I'm speakin' from experience -
I messed with a few boys that age and they're only interested in getting'
sucked, don't care whose mouth's involved. Grid Adler was an overgrown
eleven year old in that respect - a blow'n'go hunchback.

Well, I watched Josh in action for four Thursdays, checkin' his technique,
seein' how he satisfied the boys, observin' the look on his face as the
boys came in his hot little mouth, one after the other, and he swallowed
their pre-teen loads like they was his principal source of nutrition.
Sometimes there was seven of em, one time eight, but there was a core half
dozen who seemed to know what they wanted and knew the kid was hot to give
it to em. At the end of the month, after I'd done just about as much
masturbatin' in silence as I could manage while watchin' my little weekly
show, I waited til the last of the sixth graders had left and stepped out
of the cubicle.

Josh looked up when the door creaked. He was sittin' on the end of the
bleachers, just inside a small shower area, and still had his little shorts
and undies off. His big doey eyes dropped from my face to my crotch - I had
my bone out, all veiny and hard as, pokin' through the buttons of my
jeans. Hell, lookin' back, I know I was hot, an' I know now that the kid
thought so, too. Weren't obvious to me at first that he was more than just
some little cock-suckin' victim, but I soon realised he was one cum-hungry
kid whose talents were honed by others. That Thursday afternoon, I confess,
I just wanted to be last in line. I stood there with my fists on my hips
while the boy got down on his knees again, on the hard concrete floor, and
reached up to take me in his sweet soft mouth. Course I was taller than
your average eleven year old, so I lifted Josh's head away from me and sat
myself on the end of the bleachers. Then he nestled between my thighs and
went to work, his little hand too small to take my whole shaft I his fist,
his mouth barely big enough to take more than the fat mushroom head of my
bone. But I rested my hand on the back of his head and felt his soft hair
between my fingers and thought I'd found fuckun heaven.

"Atta boy, baby." I put some weight on the back of his small head as it
rode my cock. "Oh, yeah, baby, suck me. You like that? Huh? You like that
cock in your mouth, baby? I seen you... I seen you suckin' those boys... I
know you love cock, boy..."

I felt his head rise off and looked down as he rubbed his tiny thumb inside
the wide piss-slit of my fat crown. He looked up at me as his slipped his
hand between his thighs and rubbed my pre-cum into his tight little
cunt. His eyelids fluttered and his baby teeth bit his sweet bottom lip.

"What's that, baby? Huh? What you doin' down there? Show me - come on, show
me what you're doin' back there..."

Josh's eyes widened - I don't rightly know what I thought, or what I
suspected then, but I knew from watchin' for a month that he'd never been
asked to show his wet pussy to another boy while givin' head.

"I said show it to me, boy."

But he knew exactly what to do - turnin' round on his knees, his long socks
still tight on his legs, Josh bent in front of me like a bitch in heat, and
spread his pink cunt with two fingers. It was wet with boycum, includin' my
own, and I damn near blew a load over his tiny ass right there. I reached
down and pulled him nearer to me by his slim little hips, my big hands
reachin' right round his waist. We were both on the concrete floor then, me
in a crouch, the kid on his knees, and I pressed the fat head of my cock up
against his cum-lubed babycunt.

"Do you want me to fuck you, baby? Is that it?" I pulled him roughly across
the floor, grazing his knees. He let out a little moan as I pressed harder
into his tight pussy. "You do, don'tcha? You want me to shove this mutha
into you, baby..."

He moaned again, and went down on his elbows, spreading himself. His baby
boy ass closed around my thick cockhead and I could see the white boy cum
of half a dozen sixth graders around my shaft as I entered my little man. I
slid his tee up his body and took his hips in my hands. He was tighter than
any girlcunt I'd been in and dammit I could feel him shoving back onto me
like a whore in need - he was hungry for it and, nuts as I was at that
minute, I knew I wasn't the first to bone the kid.

"Fuckun take it... oh, fuckun take it, boy, come on, oh baby..." I mounted
him in a crouch and fucked him roughly, his pink pussy gettin' redder the
harder I ploughed. He only moaned softly now'n'then, just spread there,
wide as he could, down on his elbows, until I heard him whisperin'
something and I saw the words were a little bubble between his lips.

I slowed and rode him more gently, leaning down to his red face. "Whatsat,
baby? What'd you say?"

"Fuck me... fuck me, Uncle Steve..."

Yeah, that was how I found out- I knew Josh's mom was on her own except for
her kid brother, struttin' little s.o.b with an attitude from here to
Wilmington, same age as me. Steve. Well, the thought of that muscled up
mutha layin' into the boy's pussy on a regular basis set me off. A few more
rough strokes and I unloaded inside the kid real hard, pumpin' so much
fuckjuice into his shallow pussy, it came oozin' out as I pulled out of
him, drippin' in thick lumps onto the concrete between his grazed knees.

"Oh, baby... baby boy..." Josh stayed down, his red cunt spittin' my cum,
though there was so muthafuckun much of it, I did wonder whether the kid
hadn't been hangin' onto his uncle's load from earlier in the day. I ran my
fingertips up his asscrack, scoopin' up my jizz, and takin' the kid's hair
in my other fist, forced my fingers into his mouth, rubbin' cum all over
his soft cherry lips.

"This what you're uncle Steve does for ya? Huh, baby? This what he does?
Come on, baby, clean me up now." I pulled his sweet face into my crotch and
he opened his mouth instinctively, takin' my drippin' cockhead into his
little mouth. "Oh, yeah... good boy... you're a real good boy..."

When he was done cleanin', I buttoned my still throbbin' bone back in my
jeans and got the kid off the floor. I sat him on the bleachers and helped
him slip into first his undies, tiny little things that they were, and then
his little fanny-huggin' shorts. I ran my thumb over my tongue and was
rubbin' some spit on his grazed knees when I felt his soft hands on my face
and I looked up in time to meet his cock-suckin' mouth as it came down to
kiss me on the lips. I was a bit stunned, but closed my hand around the
back of his head and pulled him right into my face, forcing his mouth open
with my tongue. He was warm and wet and tasted of cock and sex - the way
all good boys should taste.

That first fall fuck with my slutboy was the beginning of somethin' a whole
lot bigger - but more of that another time maybe.

END

Also by this author, previously published by Nifty:
Fo'c'sle fuck
Singapore sling