Date: Thu, 30 Mar 2023 21:13:55 -0700 From: Allen Degenerate Subject: Nifty Neato, Non-series, Gay: Adult Youth Nifty Neato I was a sweet, young thing at the sweetest sixteen. Now, daddy was an absolute shitbag, and he got caught skimming Aunt Julie's and Uncle Sam's funds. And everyone knows you don't fuck with Sam, even if--moving along--Uncle Sam threw Daddy's ass into the slammer, and his bitch ness hasn't been seen since. That left mama, sis, and me having to fend for ourselves. And God knows mama never had a job in her gold-digging life--so around thirteen years old. However, ever since I was a little rich bitch, I knew of--the house. The house contained the mouth. Whose mouth? Rich Daddy, of course. That's all they told us. They said if you wanted to make a dollar, holler. Who were they? Rich Daddy's "enablers," of course. Mama, sis, and I were living in a hotel room. It was one bed, so imagine the horror. That whole room and bathroom were the size of one of our old closets. We were shunned by the town, and mama cried in bed all day as sis worked as a waitress at a nearby greasy pub. Sometimes, she turned tricks at a far-side truck stop. Then, one day, I saw one of Rich Daddy's enablers. I asked, "How do I meet this mouth?" He smiled and replied, "Thought you'd never ask, rich boy." He winked, staring at the stains and fades of my clothes. He smirked, "My, how things have changed." He took me to his house and made me get down to my skivvies. He took a few pics and told me to get dressed. He asked, "Name, age, sign, and penis size?" Then he dropped me off at my hotel. Before he sped away, he handed me a wad of hundred-dollar bills. He winked and said, "Too bad I wasn't gay. I'd eat you, my goddamn self!" A few days later, I called the number he gave me. He asked, "You shaved?" "Yes." "Completely bald--everywhere?" "Yes." "You got those white panties on?" "Yes. My whitey tighties." "Good. Rich Daddy will be happy." He paused. "One last thing--you smell good everywhere, inside and out." "I am," I said. He pulled up in his Mustang, and I jumped in. I wore a white T-shirt, plain jeans, nasty sneakers, and sticky panties. He was quiet as he drove me to Rich Daddy's. My heart was racing like crazy. I had never had a man's mouth on my cock before. I've felt the mouths of young girls and old maids, even my first nanny. However, no man has ever touched, tasted, or smelled my thing. Of course, my pediatrician loved staring at it and, for some reason, my butthole. "You'll go in there, shower, come out naked, and walk to his door. Open it and enter the darkness. What happens in there stays in there--forever." He pointed down a long, narrow hallway. It was faintly lit and made me think of a horror movie. "Bathroom to your right. Bedroom on end. Godspeed, rich boy." Then he left. I went to the bathroom. I washed my body, exited, and walked naked to Rich Daddy's door. I paused for a minute and entered. The blackness hit me. "Come forward," a voice muttered. It was a deep, scary voice, and I was scared as fuck. "Come until you touch the bed," his voice got closer as I crept forward. I felt the bed. "Here," I said and gulped. I felt his hand on my chest. Then I felt his other hand on my waist. He laid me down in slow motion. I sprawled out and froze on those soft sheets for a few seconds as his hands crept toward my stiffening cock. I felt the fabric of his clothes against my inner legs. "Christian is a beautiful name. My son was named Christian. We called him Chris for short. You kinda look like him, too," he whispered hoarsely. I slowly and gently touched his arm. "I loved that boy so fucking much," he said, choking up. He grabbed my hard cock and started kissing it. Within seconds, he was sucking it. Within minutes, he was devouring it. I felt his throat, which was warm, juicy, and alive. He pulled his mouth away. "Baby, I want to swallow you," he muttered while panting. He went back to choking on it. Suddenly, warmth and sensations took over my body, and all of that soon spread to my dick. I shot into that overwhelming warmth, and he gulped it down. I could see him as a ghostly figure in front of me. I noticed the glint of his eyeglasses. "My beautiful Christian. Born again," he whispered. He vanished. I walked to the bathroom and showered.