Date: Tue, 11 Oct 2011 01:57:04 -0400 From: Zachary Taylor Burns Subject: LESSONS OF SUBMISSION- A Young Master-In-Training. Chapter 6 AUTHOR'S NOTE: For those of you who have read the previously submitted version of "Spring Break In Orlando", you will find a few minor differences in the actual novel version. After countless requests asking where this chapter can be found since I asked Nifty remove it, here, at long last, is "Spring Break In Orlando", as it exists in the novel. The names of people, characters, products, companies and/or data mentioned within this document are fictitious and are in no way intended to represent any real individual, company, product, or event, unless otherwise noted. No part of this document may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, for any purpose, without the express written permission of the author. That means NO COPYING! Copyright 2011 Zachary Taylor Burns. All rights reserved. Contact Me: If you have any questions, comments or suggestions about this or any other story, please email me at: artistic.revelations@hotmail.com Please be sure to include the story title in the subject line. I look forward to hearing from you. ZTB. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~ LESSONS OF SUBMISSION: A Young Master-In-Training by Zachary Taylor Burns Chapter Six "Spring Break In Orlando" I had arranged to stay with Parker, a friend I knew online but had never met in person. I flew into Orlando on a Saturday afternoon, we dropped my luggage off at Parker's place, and we went out on the town to Club Ibar, which fortunately allowed anyone over 18 to enter. We partied- snorted coke, chewed up some ecstasy tablets- and danced the night away, flirting with every guy we laid eyes on. Sunday morning arrived, and I realized I was in the same bed with Parker, naked. Having no memory of anything sexual, I got up, showered, dressed and was halfway through eating a bagel before Parker sat down across from me at the kitchen table. "Did we do anything last night?" I asked as he took a sip of my orange juice. "Not that I recall," he replied, smiling "Although we have a week if you want to." "Of course," I said with a wink. "I love sex." "Good, me too," he laughed. "We'll have so much fun." I nodded and finished my bagel. "What's on the agenda for today?" "I thought I'd introduce you to my parents, go swimming. They want to have a barbecue and you're invited." "Sounds good to me," I said. Later that afternoon, we dressed in our swim trunks and tank tops, and headed over to his parents' house. I was introduced to them, and offered a drink, which I declined. I really wanted a rum and coke, but didn't think it prudent to show them all how much of a lush I could be. About a half-hour after my arrival with Parker, everything in my life changed. The couple, late thirties, had arrived. Introductions were given, and then, shyly peeking around his mother's legs, I was introduced to the most gorgeous redheaded angel I'd ever laid eyes on. His name was Freddie, and I was told he was eleven, soon-to-be twelve. In that instant, I realized two things about myself heretofore unknown or ignored: First of which was that I liked boys. Sure, I've looked at younger boys, thought how cute they are in their swimming shorts or just hanging out at the mall and seeing a hottie walking with his friends, but up until that point I had never been with anyone younger than myself. My experiences with Jimmy and our string of sexual conquests were always older, late twenties, early thirties, sometimes forties. The second thing I realized was that I wanted to completely dominate young Freddie, use him in my basement as a slave. It was this realization, more than the first, which made my dick rise in my shorts. If I had been so inclined as to perform some sort of self-analysis, I'm sure the things I fantasized about would cause Dr. Sigmund Freud to roll over in his grave. As strong-willed and aggressive as I'd become, I never actually thought of myself as a man who could, or would, actually obtain sex from an underage boy. As everything in my life thus far had shown, that fantasy would soon become a reality. Freddie was absolutely gorgeous- tall with spiked red hair and clear green eyes that were always wide and inquisitive. I also have something of a weak spot for redheads, and he was just absolutely breathtaking. His parents warned me that he would be slow to warm up to me due to his being kidnapped when he was just four years old. I felt immediate pity for him, for he was broken like me. It turned out that they needed a babysitter, and although I was free for a whole week, I wasn't entirely sure about spending my week of vacation watching a preteen. I said yes anyway because I was excited to be given an opportunity for some potential boyfun, although at first that wasn't exactly my intention. I just wanted to see if I could read the signs, should they show up. Freddie wouldn't even look at me, and whispered a very shy "Hi" while hiding behind his mother. We all tried to coax him into chatting with me, since we were going to be spending the week together, but he just shied away every time we tried. He was acting so bashful, and the more he tried to hide his innocence, the more I wanted his ass! He kept peeking around his mother to look at me, and every once in a while he would smile. Unable, thus far, to get a good look at his full body, I was eager to see what he looked like completely exposed. Up to that point, I had only seen his freckle-covered chest and one nipple. I seductively licked my lips once and blew him a kiss during one of our brief exchanges, and he blushed and hid again. Oh, I knew then just how possible this might be! I just wanted to run over to him, scoop him in my arms, carry him upstairs, take his hot little boycunt and bury my seed inside my sweet virgin ass. Our first true connection came at dinner. Freddie had been upstairs using the bathroom when his mother called to come and eat. He came bounding down the stairs, still shirtless, wearing a pair of tight speedos that looked like they belonged on a seven-year-old. They did nothing, and I mean nothing, to hide his sweet young boy treasures, leaving nothing to the imagination. I could see every curve of his flaccid penis and ballsac. I was surprised his parents allowed him to wear something like that since he was close to puberty, but I wasn't going to complain and drank in his sweet, young frame as he came walking around the table and sat to my left. "Hi," he said with a smile. "Are you going swimming when we're done eating too?" I was stunned, and instantly my dick was throbbing inside my shorts, pressed tightly against my leg. "I might," I stammered, surprised by his talkativeness when just an hour before he was shy and wouldn't even look me in the eye. "It will be fun!" he said with pure excitement. Oh, if only he knew what I was thinking, about how much fun it would be to spread him out on a raft and go down on his... "Alex?" he said, looking at me. "Sorry, what?" I said, having missed what he said due to my horny imagination. "Can we go to the park too?" he asked again, and I nodded. Anything to spend as much time with him as possible! He constantly chatted with me, and at one point I felt his smooth little leg brush against mine. I almost emptied my balls into my swim trunks. "Sorry," he whispered, a smile playing at his lips. "It's fine," I replied with an equally quiet reply, so no one else would hear. I waited for about a minute, then tested the waters. I stretched out and brushed my leg against his. He didn't pull away, so I waited about two minutes and did it again. He pushed back. My dick was harder than ever at that point, and I stole a look at him. He was smiling while he ate his food. I didn't care then whether he realized what he was doing because I was going to have his cherry ass, no matter how innocent he claimed to be, and whether he wanted it or not. Needless to say, I had a perpetual hard-on the entire meal. When dinner was over, he grabbed my hand and tried to get me to follow him, but I declined. I didn't want him to see how hard my dick was, and how dangerously close I was to filling up my shorts with cum. I told him I would join him after dessert. He looked so heartbroken right then, but I couldn't just stand up or everyone would see how achingly hard my dick was. So, while we all ate our slices of chocolate cake, I willed myself to think about the death of my grandfather. That made the aching swelling in my dick finally relent enough to stand up. While everyone else cleaned up the dishes, Freddie took me by the hand and led me outside to the pool, where he immediately jumped in and begged for me to follow. I shrugged and figured, what the hell, no one would be able to see my boner once I was fully submerged in the water. I quickly stripped out of my shirt and jumped into the pool. He immediately swam over and wrapped his arms around me in a tight hug. Oh, but his soft, smooth skin felt luxurious against my own! Another instant, raging boner! He asked me to throw him, so I told him to stand on my knees. He perched his cute little feet precariously on my legs, his sweet little toes digging into my skin, and I almost shot my load right there. I'm not typically into feet, but his were so adorable and soft and... Fuck, but he was making me so damn horny! I wanted to pull him close and ram my dick inside him so hard he would scream for mercy. Then the little snot wiggled his ass, as if teasing me, and jumped, pushing off with those sweet little feet. I quickly readjusted my dick, the cool water doing nothing to assuage my endless need for this hot, smooth redhead. Before I knew it, he returned, then unexpectedly hugged me from behind, his arms wrapped around my waist. His hand bumped my swollen dick. "What's that?" he asked with such a sweet, innocent-sounding boy voice. "Nothing," I said and swam away, trying to act normally. "Daddy gets like that sometimes when I sit in his lap," Freddie said, with all the innocence he could muster. I stared at him, openmouthed, shocked at the words that came out of his mouth! I asked, "What?" stupidly, and he said, "If I wiggle my butt around too much, he tells me to stop, but then I feel it against my leg. What is it? He won't tell me." He smiled then, and I saw his eyes light up with desire, and knew he was just making it all up to make me even hornier than I already was. That made my dick throb even harder. "It's something that happens when guys like us get excited," I said softly, playing along with his act. "But you can't tell your parents I told you," I added in a secretive whisper as I motioned for him to come over to the edge of the pool. He nodded, then swam over to me and hoisted himself up on the concrete, his legs dangling in the water. I saw a glint in his eye as he smiled and asked, "Is it normal?" Then he quickly rubbed the front of his too-short speedo, and I watched in awe as his smooth little ballsac slid out and nestled against his leg. I just wanted to reach out, touch it and suck on it! He rubbed his shorts again and said, "Alex, is it a bad thing to get excited?" "No," I said, not taking my eyes off his beautiful treasure. "It just happens sometimes when it shouldn't." "Like yours now?" he said as he stretched out his leg and gently nudged the bulge in my shorts with his cute little toes, reminded me of my aching hardness. I nodded, and he laughed. "Mine is like that too," he whispered as he pulled his speedo down to reveal his cute, little hard-on. I almost shot my load again! I'm pretty sure I moaned out loud, as I just wanted to pick him up, carry him to the lawn and take his cherry and fill him with cum. Just then, voices! "Quick, cover up," I whispered. He adjusted himself, and I pulled him back into the pool. "Don't tell anyone we were talking about this, we could get in a lot of trouble." "Okay," he said and swam off, all but forgetting what had happened. I wanted him in the worst way. Nearly an achingly difficult-to-survive hour later after everyone was tired from swimming, his mom and dad suggested I spend the night with them, since I would have to be up early anyway to watch Freddie. I declined, not sure about the temptation of being so close while I was so horny for the delicious little preteen. They insisted, and as soon as Freddie heard that I might be staying, he jumped into my arms and kissed me on the cheek. "Please?" he asked. "We can stay up playing video games and stuff." "None of that young man," his mother said as she pulled him from my arms. I quickly reached for a towel to cover up my newly inflated dick. "You will go to bed on time, and you will get up for Alex in the morning and do whatever he says. Is that clear?" "Yes mommy," he said as she carried him toward the house. He blew me a kiss. Thank goodness no one else was watching. I didn't think I would make it much longer. My balls needed a thorough emptying, and soon! I walked to the kitchen, asked Parker if he was ready because I needed to get some clothes; he agreed to drop me off at Freddie's house afterward. We told everyone goodbye and went back to Parker's apartment where I stripped, got in the shower, and stroked my dick six times before I shot my load down the drain, imagining what Freddie's face would look like with my jizz running down his freckled cheeks. I finished my shower, toweled off and dressed before Parker took me over to spend the night at Freddie's place. Fortunately, Freddie had been sent to bed while I was jerking off and showering, so I didn't need to worry about any unwanted dick swelling in his presence for the night. Before long, his parents said goodnight, and I was left alone on the sofa. I took off my shirt and laid it on the floor, and no sooner did I sink back into the plush cushions that I was asleep. When I woke up the sun was shining through the windows. As usual my dick was hard with morning wood and a full bladder, and I reached down to make my junk more comfortable in my shorts. As I groggily came out of my sleeping state, I remembered that I had definitely had my shorts on when I fell asleep, but now I was completely naked. "What are you doing?" I asked as I stared at Freddie's shirtless torso, surprised at his bravado of removing my shorts while I slept. "I wanted to see what yours looked like," he said with a shrug. "It's a lot bigger than mine." I laughed. "Yea, but yours will grow as you get older. Where are your parents?" I suddenly remembered, worried we'd be caught in the act. "They left an hour ago," Freddie said with a laugh. "We have all day for you to teach me about this stuff." He crawled up on my stomach, all the while I protested about my full bladder. He just lay down flat against my chest and stomach. Fuck, I loved the way his smooth skin felt against mine, his perky nipples rubbing against my chest. My dick was poking between his chest and my stomach, and he moved around a bit. I couldn't help but moan as he made my dick twitch with excitement as it rubbed against the combined smoothness of our bodies. He rolled off, stripped out of his pajama bottoms, then sat back on my stomach, my dick pressed against his back, and I got another eyeful of his delicious, hairless boyparts. Fuck, to be able to fill this kid with my sore member! I was in ecstasy. He kissed my chest, my nipples, which made me moan even more. "Are you sure you don't know what you're doing?" I asked in surprise. "I've watched porn," he said with a serious, adult-like tone. "And I've seen mommy do it to daddy a few times. I like to sneak into their bedroom and watch when they do this fun stuff," he said. "Can we do that fun stuff?" He must have felt my dick twitch at the thought. "You have to be careful who you say that too," I warned. "People are dangerous." "You're not," he whined. "Please, let's do the stuff that daddy does to mommy." He didn't need to ask me twice! I lifted him off my stomach, and he led the way into his parents' room where I quickly did a search for lube, hoping I would find some. Aha! Finally, a tube secreted in the bottom drawer of their dresser. After a quick, blissful piss, I returned to the bedroom and sank onto the bed, my dick semi-hard for my hot young redheaded angel. "Lick it," I said as I held my dick in one hand, other arm behind my head, the bottle of lube on the bed for the moment. He crawled up on the bed and did as he was told. I felt shivers running up and down my spine as his hot little mouth kissed and licked my dick, almost like an expert. "You must have watched them a lot," I moaned through gritted teeth, trying to prevent myself from painting his face white with my balljuice. "Try to suck as much as you can," I whispered. He really did try! But he could only get about the first two of my eight inches before he started to gag. "That's okay, you're doing great," I said. "Keep going. And play with my balls." He wrapped his little hand around my dick, which made it look even larger than normal. His other hand cupped my balls, and I was in pure heaven at his soft touch. When I couldn't take it anymore and was almost ready to shoot my cum, I told him to get on his stomach. He did, and I buried my face and tongue into his hot, sweet boycunt. He started moaning and thrashing around in complete ecstasy. I knew he would love it when I ate out his tight, virgin hole! My balls couldn't take it anymore. I needed to cum, and I needed to cum NOW. I pulled him back until his hole was level with my dick, and I pressed my head against his pink rosebud, stroked my aching member a few times, and shot my load all over his hole. He moaned again. I knew he was going to be a bottom bitch! I started rubbing my dick head up and down his crack, each time pressing my head against his hole until he realized what I wanted to do with it. He wiggled his hot little ass, and I pressed the head against his hole like before, only this time I didn't intend to stop until I had him filled, balls deep. He was fine as I slid the head in, and I knew I had to keep going! His hot little sperm-covered cunt was begging to get fucked and I could feel it twitching and trying to pucker against my throbbing hardness, and I pushed harder. He screamed, I pushed harder yet, he screamed louder, and finally I was all the way in this hot eleven-year-old's no-longer-a-virgin ass. "Oh fuck!" I moaned, his sphincter begging to be released as it held tightly to its normal stretchability. Fuck, he was so tight! And unbelievably hot! He had tears streaming down his face, his body shaking with sobs. "Just relax," I said. "The pain will go away in a minute." I didn't move, but still thoroughly enjoyed how tight his devirginized little cunt was on my throbbing dick. "It hurts, take it out!" Freddie screamed. Yea, right, I thought to myself. "Your ass is so hot and tight," I moaned. "Relax, it'll feel good." I started undulating my hips, my dick slowly moving inside him, easily sliding around from my first load of cum. "Yea, that's it," I said as I bent down to kiss the back of his neck, "just relax and let me fuck you." "Alex..." he whined. I wrapped my arm in front of him, around his neck, and pulled tight, constricting his airways. "Either you enjoy it or you don't. Either way I'm going to fuck you." He started to struggle against my arm, which made my dick move around even more. "Little dick tease, all you did was tease me this entire time. How could I not want to fuck your little ass?" I started thrusting then, in and out, as I released the chokehold around his neck. He sputtered as he tried to regain control of his breathing, which did nothing to assuage his sobbing. That didn't stop my dick from thrusting into his hot little ass. "Everyone thinks you're so innocent, but you're just a little fucking tease," I said and pounded harder. "Please" he whined. "I already am," I said as I thrust my dick again. My balls pressed against his smooth little butt, and I kept it buried deep inside him for a moment. "You like it, don't you, thinking you have control over a guy just by acting all innocent and shit." "Alex..." he moaned as I shot my load inside him. "It's all over," I said with a smile as I pulled my dick from his cum-filled, sticky, no-longer-a-virgin hole, stringy ropes of my cum pulling along with my dick, releasing as they snapped and fell to lay on his smooth bubble butt. Then I slapped my dick against his ass, and he scrambled to get away but I held onto his hips so he couldn't move. I slid a finger inside him and quickly withdrew it, and showed him how wet he was. "There's no blood, just two loads of my cum." "It really hurts!" he wailed. I shook my head and pulled him close, lying on my side so he was spooned against me. "Just relax, I'm sorry I shouldn't have done it so hard when you weren't ready, but it just felt so damn good." "Glad you enjoyed yourself," he whispered, but I felt him relax against me. "You know," I said as I French-kissed the back of his neck and ears, "if you agree to do it again, I promise I will be gentle and go slow so you can really enjoy it." "I don't want you to do it again," he said through his excited moans from my kisses. I pulled him closer and licked his ear again, and whispered, "You say that now, but you will grow to love it, I promise. We have all week to get to know each other." He didn't pull away or protest, so I knew then that I had him, hook line and sinker. I dozed off, and when I woke up an hour later, I pulled on my shorts and went in search of my child God. I found him in the basement, playing with a rubber ball that he was bouncing against the floor, which rebounded off the wall and landed in his hand. He stopped when he saw me watching him, then frowned. "You going to rape me again?" he asked with all the innocence he could muster, and I knew it was just an act. "No," I replied, "and it wasn't rape the first time. You wanted it just as much as I did. You just pussied out when you found out how much it was going to hurt." "It DID hurt!" he whined, then threw the ball at me. He was surprised when I caught it and threw it back at him. He ducked, and it bounced against the wall, rebounded, bounced on the floor once and rolled back, coming to a halt at my feet. I picked it up and sat it on the workbench. "You know, if you didn't want me to fuck you, all you had to do was say one word." "What word?" he asked, hands behind his back, alternating between staring at me and the floor. "No," I said with a smile. "I did!" he whined, staring at me with tears in his eyes. "Actually, you said everything except no," I pointed out. "As I recall, every time I slammed my dick into you, all you did was whine how much it hurt. Never once did you tell me no." His facial expression was one of shock. "If you had said that one word, I would have stopped, but you didn't." Of course, I really wouldn't have stopped, but he didn't need to know that. "It fucking hurt!" he said with stark clarity, tears spilling down his cheeks. "Then you should have said no," I replied with a laugh. "But like I said earlier, if you want to do it again, I promise next time I will go slow and easy, and it won't hurt as much." "I don't know," he said. "My butt still really hurts!" "It will go away," I promised as I stared into his tear-filled eyes. "Having sex is the best thing in the world, and I'm sorry I was so rough on you. Forgive me?" He stared at me for a moment, then nodded, ran over and wrapped his arms around my waist. I smiled, knowing I was going to get to fuck this gorgeous redheaded beauty again. My dick twitched in excitement, and the way he pulled away and looked at me made me realize he had felt it. "You're horny again?" he asked, staring at the bulge in my shorts. "I'm always horny," I replied with a smile, then turned and headed up the stairs, my shorts pulled down to show him my well-muscled ass as I left the basement. I knew I had him hooked, even if his first time had probably felt like his asshole was being turned inside out. He appeared in the kitchen a few minutes later and sat on the stool at the counter. By now, I was stripped out of my shorts and walking naked, my dick at half-mast as it waved around in front of me, leading the way. He kept staring at it, and finally I started to stroke it a bit, standing there in the middle of the kitchen. "You like my dick don't you Freddie?" He nodded, licking his lips involuntarily. "It's so big." I laughed, then ran my finger through the bead of precum that had appeared. I walked over and held my finger to his lips. His lovely little pink tongue stuck out and licked it off. "You're such a little slut," I said with a laugh and left the kitchen, heading back upstairs to his parents' bedroom and lay down on the bed, lube in hand, and waited, slowly stroking my dick and getting it all primed for the action that was about to ensue. Freddie appeared at the door two minutes later, naked, his little preteen 3-inch boy-dick hard and angry-looking. "Took you long enough," I said and pulled another bead of precum from my dick and held my finger out to him. He walked over and took my whole finger in his mouth, sucking on it like an expert. "Lay face down on the bed," I said, and he shook his head. I laughed. "I promise I won't fuck you just yet. I told you I will take it slow and easy on you this time, okay?" He nodded, then did as instructed, his legs spread, his small, smooth ballsac dangling deliciously between his legs, his little dicklet out of view as it was pointed toward his chest. I traced a finger up his inner thigh, reaching up and almost touching his smooth sack of jewels, then skipping over them and going down the other inner thigh. I leaned over, and as I traced my finger back up his thigh, I stopped, barely touching his balls as I stuck my tongue out and licked his boyhood goodies. He moaned into the bed and stuck his ass up in the air, his small boydick visible now behind his balls. I reached under and took his trio of sex in my hand and stroked, pulled and massaged them while I slid my tongue as far into his boycunt as possible. He moaned again and I slurped and sucked his sweet ass for all it was worth, tasting my cum and his own wonderful ass juice all mixed together into an exquisite mixture of boy love. He moaned again as I reached up under him and tweaked one of his nipples, then the other, my tongue still working its magic on his hole. "That feels so fucking good," he said and arched his back, pushing his ass back, begging for more. I love it when I'm having sex and my partner talks dirty to me, and in the span of just two days I realized how similar Freddie and I were. He was going to be as avid a fan of sex as I am. "You like me rimming your cunt, don't you Freddie?" I said as I stroked his dicklet with one hand and pinched his nipples with the other. "God yes," he moaned again. "Tell me how much you like it," I said. "I love it when you rim my cunt," he half-whispered, half-groaned at my expert touch. "That's because you know you're here for my pleasure, don't you?" I said and grazed my nails lightly down his chest. "Please use me," Freddie said, and that was music to my masochistic ears. Oh, he had no idea the lengths I would go to do exactly that! If he knew about the things that went on in my basement, about my experience with training slaves, and what all I had gone through during my first few weeks of being a trainee to my first Master! "Fuck me Alex," he pleaded. "I need your dick in me." I told him to lie on his back, and he rolled over like an obedient little puppy eager to please his master. Oh, if only he knew! I looked him directly in the eyes and stared at him for a moment, stunned and pleased and excited by the desperation I saw inside him, of his need to be dominated and controlled and used. "What if it hurts?" I asked, breaking the spell. "It didn't hurt that bad," he said with a hint of a smile. "I just said that so you would want me more." "I already want you bad enough baby," I said and leaned down, kissing him for the first time, our tongues dancing around. Yet another surprise, he showed me how well he could kiss. "Are you sure you've never done this before?" "Just once," Freddie replied with a twinkle in his eye. "One of my friends at school and I snuck out and hid under the bleachers and made out for an hour. He had me so horny but he didn't want to mess around because he thought that was gay." I couldn't help but laugh at how absurd that was! "He wanted to kiss you but thought sex was gay?" Freddie shrugged and we kissed again. "How bad do you want me to fuck you?" "Fuck me. Pretend I'm just a toy," he replied and rubbed his dick against my thigh. "Like I'm just a blow-up doll or something." "You really don't know what you're asking," I moaned at the thought. "Where did you ever get an idea like that?" "I'm not stupid," he said with a laugh. "I watch porn. I talk to guys in chat rooms. I know more about sex than you give me credit for. Now use me and pretend I'm your toy." "I won't need to pretend," I thought to myself as I lifted his legs up, which he automatically wrapped around my waist. "I don't use lube with my toys, just spit," I warned and he smiled and nodded. I lined my dick up, spat some saliva into my hand, rubbed it on my dick and his hole, and pushed all the way inside without giving him any time to adjust. I didn't even pause, just started fucking him, my dick thrusting in and out, my balls slapping against his smooth skin with every thrust. "You like being my little bitch don't you Freddie?" I moaned, surprised at his complete lack of response at my full-on complete invasion. "Fuck yes!" he screamed, his legs tightly hugging my hips, his feet tucked against my ass cheeks as I plowed him. "Harder!" I couldn't believe the change in him from just an hour earlier when he was screaming because it hurt too much. Not to mention how shy he had been acting in front of his parents. He was one of the best little actors I'd ever met! I slammed my dick into him so hard I was briefly worried I might rupture something inside, but I got caught up in the moment and allowed my horniness to control my body. "Yes, fuck me!" he screamed, and I did exactly that, fucking my 'toy' for all it was worth. A moment later, he half-moaned, half-screamed, "Fuck yes I'm gonna cum!" Could he even make sperm yet? my mind briefly wondered, not realizing at that specific moment that indeed he was not yet in the puberty stage of life. Not that I cared one way or the other, as long as I got to fuck him. And fuck him, I did. It was barely a minute later when I shot my jizz, coating his insides with a third load of my balljuice of the morning. "You're so fucking hot, you know that?" I asked as I half-draped my body over his, my hot young stud's legs still loosely wrapped around my waist, my dick still nested inside his wet and squishy bottom as we shared another French kiss. I couldn't believe how sexual he was, and that he knew exactly what he wanted! The first time I got fucked I was thirteen, and I didn't have much of a clue what was going on until it was all over and the guy had left. "That was so fucking hot," Freddie moaned after I pulled away from our kiss for a breath. "I knew you wanted me the first time I saw you." "The same could be said about you," I said with a wink and slid my dick out of his boycunt and fell onto the bed, facing him. "How long have you wanted to do that?" "Ever since I talked to this one guy who said he always treated his sex partners like they were nothing more than a piece of meat," Freddie explained, his fingers toying with his limp dick and tiny ballsac. "It was just a few weeks ago." "What would your parents do if they knew you were looking at porn and talking to guys online about sex?" I said with a knowing smile, recalling how much of my twelfth and thirteenth years were spent doing exactly that. Although I was lucky and had some hot, memorable fucking sexual experiences all before my fourteenth birthday. "They'd probably ground me until I'm 18," he said with a giggle. "Let them, I got what I wanted, and I can jack to that." I laughed with him. "It only gets better," I whispered and tweaked his nipple. "What all have you done?" he asked as he played with my dick. "It would probably be easier to tell you what I haven't done," I said with a moan at his hot touch. "Okay, what haven't you done?" he wondered as he brought his hand to his lips, then tentatively licked one of his fingers, no doubt tasting my cum and his ass juice. His contented moan a second later told me he enjoyed what he had in his mouth. This was only verified a moment later as he scooted his body down until his head was level with my flaccid dick, still gooey with liquids. "I haven't had sex on an airplane yet," I moaned as his lips touched my dick. "And I haven't had sex with anyone in my family. Everything else I've done." "Wow really?" he wondered, then took the head of my dick in his mouth and sucked it, which sent a course of sensual feelings through my body. "Yea, I've done everything you can imagine. Animals, pissing, bondage, fisting, anything you can think of," I said, in complete ecstasy at his young almost-expert mouth at work on my piss slit and cockhead. "The only thing I don't get into is scat." He looked at me, eyebrows raised in a silent question, so I answered him. "It's when one guys shits on another guy." "Ew gross," he said, then engulfed half my dick with his mouth. "Exactly," I replied and moaned again. "What about you?" "I don't know," he said after he emptied his mouth and before he went to work on my balls. "This is good for me right now." "You like tasting your cuntjuice all over my dick don't you?" I said and smiled, staring at his newly erect dick. He only nodded as he continued sucking my balls into his mouth, first one then the other, alternating until I thought I was going to explode again. "Lay on your back," I instructed, and he frowned at me for interrupting his oral exploration of my junk. He took one final lick of the underside of my balls, then reluctantly did as I told him. "You won't be disappointed for long," I said with a laugh and bent over, my lips barely touching the head of his dicklet. I exhaled a hot breath onto his smooth skin, and he moaned. Smiling, I stuck out my tongue and ran it down the underside of his penis. He bucked his hips in ecstasy, and in an instant I took his entire three inches and ballsac into my mouth, intently sucking him down my throat. He sucked in a deep breath, then moaned in pure heaven. "It gets better," I thought to myself as I slid a finger into his hole, pushing against his prostate, and I thought he was going to claw his way off the bed. I slid another finger inside and pushed and prodded while giving my redheaded angel his first blowjob, which lasted all of about a minute before he was screaming that he was going to cum. "I can't wait to be able to shoot cum like you," he said in post-orgasmic bliss as he curled up against my chest, my dick tucked against his smooth ass. "It will happen," I assured him, "and when it does you will never forget your first time." "What was your first time like?" he wondered. I scooted him closer so there was no space between our bodies, my dick still tucked up against his smooth ass, and he giggled as my dickhead rubbed against his balls. "Like most boys, I've always played with my dick because it just feels good when you have an orgasm, whether you can cum or not. I was in my bedroom and it got hard so I sat on the edge of my bed and played with it as usual, and as I got closer to orgasm, it felt different, better. And when I shot my cum onto the floor, I couldn't believe how amazing I felt! When you cum for the first time, it's amazing." "Wow," was all he said, and I smiled, wrapped my arms around him and we fell asleep for the second time that day. Just after lunchtime we woke up, entwined in each other's arms. "How romantic," I thought with sarcasm as I untangled myself from his small legs and arms. His eleven-year-old hairless dick was rock-hard, as was my own throbbing hunk of meat. I had to have him again, but this time I wanted to complete my fantasy from the bathroom the night before, when I had imagined what his face would look like painted with my balljuice. His sleeping form never moved as I positioned myself over him, straddling his chest, my balls dangling down and gently touching his smooth skin which made my dick even harder. Fuck, I really love a hot, smooth, naked boy under me! I started stroking, my balls rubbing back and forth on his chest, but he never moved a muscle. Perfect, I thought, he's sleeping and has no idea I'm about to cover his face with cum. Stroking faster, my hand a blur as I brought my dick closer and closer to that orgasmic cumshot, my left hand toying with my nipples, pinching them, then down for a hard squeeze of my balls, then alternating back and forth. I needed some sort of pain at that point, and imagined what it would be like to completely dominate young Freddie in my basement chamber where I've trained and used quite a few of my own slaves, as well as Jimmy's. That did it- the image of Freddie being handcuffed to my bed, arms and legs stretched out, being abused and... I shot my cumload all over his sweet, angelic-looking face, and watched with complete satisfaction as it drizzled from his hair, nose and cheeks. Some of it even snuck into his partially open mouth, and I couldn't help but laugh at what his reaction would be when he woke up covered in my jizz. I left him there and went off to make some lunch, knowing he would be down eventually. Only fifteen minutes passed before he padded naked into the kitchen, face cleaned of my evidence. "What happened?" he asked, rubbing his eyes. I hoped he had removed all the cum from his face, otherwise his eyes were going to burn like hell. "I jerked off and shot my cum all over your face," I said with a shrug from my place at the table where I had just finished eating a bowl of macaroni and cheese. "Why didn't you wake me?" he wondered as he came over and sat on my knee, leaning in for a kiss. "Trust me, it was much hotter that you were sleeping," I said, pulling my tongue from his eager mouth. "You looked so perfect, and I was horny and wanted to see what your face looked like covered in cum." "You could have done that earlier when we were both awake," he pointed out. "I know," I replied with a smile. "But you're just my toy, remember? I can do whatever I want to you." "Oh yeah," he agreed, and we kissed again. Each day together was spent in a similar manner. After his parents came home, Parker would pick me up and we could go out for dinner, party or whatever, and have some great sex at night in his bed. Then, he would drop me off in time to be there before Freddie's parents left for work. After they left, I would wake Freddie and we would curl up together in his parents' bed, sometimes going back to sleep, other days having a wonderful fuckfest and then sleeping before breakfast. The week of babysitting Freddie flew by so fast, and before I knew it, the time had come to say goodbye and fly back home. Freddie was definitely upset about me leaving, but I gave him my cell number and we text all the time. Parker and I still talk, as well. It was definitely a week of some damn good sex. To this day, neither Freddie nor Parker know I spent my week splitting my sex with the other. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~ To be continued... Also be sure to check out the other stories I have on nifty! [1] http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/an-expression-of-love [2] http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/beginnings/life-on-the-road [3] http://www.nifty.org/nifty/bisexual/incest/just-between-family [4] http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/incest/little-bro-in-heat