Date: Sun, 29 Dec 2002 13:50:21 +0000 From: Devin Baron Subject: NUTS AND BOLTS (1/3) (b/b, m/b, oral, anal) *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* This is a work of FICTION for ADULTS only. Do NOT read this if you are under 18 or if you are not an adult according to the laws of your state or country. Do NOT read this if you are easily offended or if you are not interested in fantasies involving young boys. This file contains sexually EXPLICIT material. I do not condone any of the acts in this file. Agatha Christie wrote about murderers all her life. She was not a criminal. Please support free speech and stop censorship. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Feel free to distribute this story or archive it at your favourite site without altering its content. (boy/boy, man/boy, oral, anal) "You make me hard, when I'm all soft inside. I see the truth, when I'm all stupid eyed. The arrow goes straight through my heart. Without you, everything just falls apart. And I want you. You are the perfect drug. The perfect drug." - N.I.N. NUTS AND BOLTS by DEBONAIR PART 1. The living room was buzzing with the talk of the adults. A thick cloud of cigarette smoke and the stench of beer breath floated in the air. Eleven-year-old Shawn sat quietly on a kitchen chair, his tummy full of Easter ham. He watched the circus with a hint of disgust, thinking how hypocrite they were, laughing and chattering on this holiday, when they could barely stand each other the rest of the year. Even though, they all lived within an hour drive. It had been two years already since he was adopted by his foster dad, Jerry, and they were still pretty much ignoring him, turning their nose to the boy who wasn't made of their blood. He took a sip of Pepsi and deposited the glass on the coaster, slipping away unseen from the noisy crowd. Upon closing the bathroom door, the clamour of the family was stifled. He posed before the wall mirror an instant, mechanically checking his freckled face and slicking up the oily spikes of golden hair on his scalp. The punkish do had been acquired through brave long battles with his new dad. He had capitulated and it stood as a proud testimony. In front of the toilet, he raised his sweater. His little hands unbuttoned his jeans. Then he lowered the denim pants, along with his bikini briefs, down to the tiled floor. The first touch to his genitals had his nuts scurrying back up his abdomen like frightened tiny rodents. He pushed down his hardening pecker and let it snap up a few times like a spring. Having a hard-on in front of the esteemed clan is certainly not very polite? There was only one way to soften the uncooperative organ. With both hands, he worked on his hairless package, massaging his testes and fondling the stem of his flower. The circumcised plaything grew even harder as he stroked it. "Uhhhh yeahhhh." he groaned, watching his face change to grimaces of pleasure in the mirror. Hurriedly, he masturbated with two fingers, chocking his wobbly peter under the crown. The rush of delights increased and his breathing intensified. The good feelings were really happening now. Concentrating, he wanked harder and faster. His three-inch bone was turning red and angry. A gigantic jolt surged inside his penis and his knees shuddered. "Unnnngh!" he yelped, losing the control of his muscles to convulsions. The echo of his climax bounced against the walls before returning to his ears. He grabbed a couple of Kleenex hastily. Again his dick twitched, spraying droplets of kiddie juice in the tissues. The tension ebbed slowly, escaping him through his pisslit. Spent and satisfied, he returned unnoticed to the lame conversations of the adults. The dizzying afterglow of his orgasm made his hazel eyes sparkle. He feared someone could see it. But as he scanned the members of the family, none of them paid much attention. And it was all right by him. A few more hours to go and it would be over. Once again, he would have managed to consciously avoid his cousin Ackley. That is, if it had not been for his father. "Hey Shawnee! Why don't you and your cousin go play in your room. It must be boring, listening to our grown-up talk all evening, uh?" He threw a look of contempt at the big guy, who was perfectly aware that he was antsy in the company of his step cousin. He sighed heavily and muttered with little enthusiasm. "C'mon Ackley. Let's go find something to do." The red-haired twelve-year-old boy rose from between his parents with obvious embarrassment. He followed the younger boy, going down to the basement. Shawn glanced back at the odd chap. Ackley was not like the other kids his age. He was a total spaz. A born loser? What kind of name is that anyway? The kid was a shy and reserved zombie with braces, seemingly in a constant state of inner reflection. Aunt Janet had probably dressed him up before the party, in his usual 'family gathering' outfit, which consisted of grey dress pants, a bleached shirt and a navy blue jacket he'd outgrown two years prior. "I got Unreal on my PC, you wanna play?" he suggested. "Yeah, sure." "I'm gonna crush you!" Shawn boasted, dashing to boot the computer and to ensure the conversation would be limited to futile pleasantries. "Your room is so cool." Ackley mumbled, standing like a pole in the middle of the pre-teen mayhem. The boy's toys and dirty clothes were strewn all about. On his furniture, a thousand stickers placed randomly were like a messy coloured mosaic. Shawn rolled two chairs and crawled under the desk to plug in a second joystick on the back of the machine. When he crept out, he could have sworn the awkward lad had been looking at his bum all along. "Sit down." he called him. Squeezed together in front of the monitor, the young males braced themselves for the challenge. The virtual characters chased each other in the 3-D maze, shooting volleys of bullets at the monsters and themselves for over an hour. Up on the third level, Shawn failed to notice his adversary, cleverly hidden behind a statue. He watched his lifeline disappear and his player bleed to death. "You beat me." he grumbled in disbelief. The older lad nodded, relishing his victory. "Yeah, I did. Uh!?" For a moment, Shawn saw a dim ray of normalcy in his pupils. Strangely, he wondered if the geek jacked off like a horny toad, if he was truly as modest and virginal as he let out to be. "You wanna see something nasty?" he proposed with a twinkle of malice in the eyes. "What?" "I got tons of pictures!" he beamed. With a few clicks of the mouse, he popped open the porno images, one after the other on the screen. The XXX-rated material had the opposite effect he had expected. Ackley was about to loosen up, minutes before, but now he stared at the pictures silently. The naked women were flashing upon his sombre pale face, which he kept frozen. The tension in the room became thick and palpable. "You got a boner?" Shawn chuckled, checking his guest protecting his crotch with both arms. "Let's play another game." Ackley retorted, with a pleading tone to his cracking voice. "Okay." the youngster obliged, sensing the sudden desperation of his cousin. His instinct told him that he must not push the issue. He had a hard time understanding the spaz's behaviour. It seemed he was trying to be friendly and distant at the same time. His index hit the escape key just as the voice of Uncle Frank roared up the stairs. "We're about to leave, get up here Ackley!" The boys hurried up to greet out the departing group of drunken adults. Amidst the kissing and hugging of the crowd spewing outside, Shawn waved to his cousin. "Bye Ackley, see ya at thanksgiving!" "It's gonna be sooner than that." Uncle frank interjected. "We enrolled Ackley at the community centre. He's gonna be on your b-ball team. Ain't that neat?" Shawn faked a smile. -=- Long after his foster dad had gone to bed and was snoring loudly in the ocean of his intoxication, Shawn stayed up and played online against invisible opponents. In the dim light of a desk lamp, his tanned body glowed, clad only in boxer shorts with yellow smileys on them. His usual sleepwear, that his father thought made him look so darn irresistible. The alarm clock flipped to 2:15 AM. He exited the game and clicked on the icon of his video chat program. The software loaded and logged him directly into the kids-talk chat room by default. The number of participants at that time of night didn't surprise him. One alias drew his attention right away and he sent out a private message. >Shawn11: Hi teacher, can I be teacher's pet? >Teacher: You can be anything you want. >Teacher: An astronaut, a wizard. >Teacher: A good boy. >Teacher: or a bad boy. >Shawn11: How old are u? >Teacher: 26, and you? >Shawn11: 11 ;-) will u be my friend? >Teacher: Yes. That would be k00l. :-) >Shawn11: Would you like to see a pic of me?" >Teacher: Yes I would very much. With that, Shawn aligned the small digital camera atop the monitor and hooked the waistband of his boxers under his balls. He captured the snapshot of his obscene self with his flaccid pricklet exposed. There was something thrilling about the silly game of exhibitionism. Whilst the file was uploaded, a flurry of tingly exciting jolts stirred from his groin. He typed the next phrase and waited. >Shawn11: Here it comes! >Teacher: You are a cute boy. Do you have more? Again, he repeated the process. This time, taking a shot of his perky butt, lewdly spread open by his small hands. The file zoomed through cyberspace for the man's appreciation. >Teacher: You are very sexy. I like you. >Shawn11: I like to suck dicks. Do you? >Teacher: I do. lol >Shawn11: Do you wanna see me jerk off? >Teacher: Of course. :-) >Shawn11: Only if you show me yours also? >Teacher: Yes. He hit the live feed button and stripped off. The two little windows flickered and the connection was established. On one of them, he could see his naked body as he fisted his boydick. On the other, the camera was panned over the man's hairy mid-section. The stranger's fingers were wrapped around his massive cock, rubbing the tower of engorged flesh. The little imp was elated by the effect he was having on the stranger far away. It was the purpose of the game. Seeing how horny they were for him. For once he had the upper hand over the adults. He was the object of their utmost attention. They spied on his every move, while he put on his silly show, in the safety of his bedroom. He shoved his face in the web cam and smiled wickedly, sticking his tongue out, licking his lips. Then he thrust his hips, showing his beautiful stiffy close-up. The man was pulling on his cock furiously, beating the monster stick. The image changed to the wide grin across the face of the anonymous adult. Shawn giggled seeing the comical expression on the stranger's mug. The young man had glasses and seemed nice. Not that it mattered much. He danced for the voyeur, swaying and jiving. From the corner of his eyes, he ogled at the screen, bending over and fingering his asshole. The man's long phallus quaked suddenly. Shawn eyed the window intensely, looking at the ropes of thick man sauce spurting on his hairy belly. So much sperm gushing out because of him. He jerked his boner frantically, utterly excited by the messy display. His young pecker twitched, sputtering its own timid load over the top of the desk. The voyeur had not left yet. He leaned his head and lapped up the beads of semen, consuming the result of his boyish ejaculation. It had been a very entertaining spectacle tonight. He giggled and gave the finger to the camera. -=- The screeching of basketball shoes skidding on the wooden laths resonated throughout the gymnasium. Shawn concentrated on the game, hoping to score the key hoops that would beat the boys from the opposing community centre. All the players were in the eleven-twelve years age group. But his short stature was a clear disadvantage, which meant he had to play twice as hard. Once in a while, he glanced at his cousin. Ackley seemed to be wandering aimlessly on the court, unable to read the strategic flow of the game. The few times he had had the ball and started to dribble had been disastrous. His lack of athletic ability was blatant. His passes were not on target, and he kept losing the ball, tripping on his own shadow. Shawn ignored the clumsy boy, avoiding him at all cost. He didn't want anyone from the gang to know they were even remotely related. The tall redhead was already the butt of some of the jokes on the team. The whole thing was a complete nightmare. At the sound of the buzzer, the enemies dunked the final two-points, clinching the victory. The boys retired to the changing room, dejected and fuming. Shawn apprehended the post-game, knowing his geeky cousin had selected a locker next to him. He quickly stripped to his undies and rummaged for a towel. "I'm not very good." Ackley said as he neared him. "My dad made me come here. I didn't want to." he defended himself. Shawn heard the raspy voice of his cousin in his right ear. For a second, he thought about continuing to ignore it. "You just need to practice more." he mumbled. "You think so?" "A lot." Shawn sneered. Then he noticed something odd. He was certain now that he caught him in the act. Looking down briefly at his crotch and then swiftly away. The boy with braces changed from his b-ball jersey into a t-shirt, flashing his pasty white chest and glancing sideways at him bashfully. At times, attempting a feeble grin across his usually serious face. And Shawn got the same impression from the Easter party. A curious mix of cloudy signals he was unable to decipher categorically. But it seemed more evident now, that his cousin was definitely flirting with him. He watched him pack his gym bag. "You're not taking a shower?" he inquired flat out, with a bewildered look on his mug. "No. I'd rather do it home, I live nearby." Ackley answered, bowing his head shyly. "So do I." he replied matter-of-factly. "I I can't." Ackley stammered, stepping away from the embarrassing conversation. Shawn shook his head, watching the peculiar lad walk away. "What? Are you afraid we're gonna find out you're a girl?" he asked bluntly. The older kid stormed out the door and didn't turn his back, leaving his baffled eleven-year-old cousin with more puzzling questions. Shawn shrugged his shoulders and headed to the shower room. The other team members were already naked and teasing each other, pushing one another under the big shower heads all around the ceramic enclosure. Shawn enjoyed the playful ruff housing that went on. He wrestled with the wet boys, screaming and laughing, having a jolly ole time with the guys. It was an occasion to check out how his dick faired. He peeked at all the shrivelled hairless willies, comparing with his own. Happily concluding his pecker was normal-sized. The black kids had some of the biggest in the room, confirming the popular beliefs. -=- Ackley submerged himself in the warm water of the bathtub. The calming satin of the miniature ocean, helped him forget about the basketball game. It did not make him forget he was different from the other twelve-year-old boys. He looked down between his legs at the huge thing growing on his groin. It seemed it was getting bigger by the minute. His long soft pole was so fat now, that the foreskin did not cover the tip entirely and his pink pee-hole was poking out the protective cover of skin. His plump balls sprawled heavily on the bottom of the tub. The distorting mirror of the clear water made his genitalia seem even more larger. A patch of dark orange hair had formed over it, like a stain on his perfectly white frame. The doctor had called it premature puberty. He called it a cruel curse. His mother fled him whenever there was the slight possibility she might see him naked. And so he lived, trying to hide the shameful secret dangling from his pelvis. Afraid it would reach the floor when he got to his fifteenth birthday. Along with the obvious bulging of his maleness, came the cracking of his voice, which made him sound like he was croaking at times. And the rush of hormones. The powerful surge of hot lava inside his body sending his sex drive into overload. He thought of Shawn and his penis twitched. The images of the spunky brat naked, materialized in his mind. His soft sexy body glistening under the shower. His hard pink titties on his burgeoning tanned chest. His tight little white butt. The fantasy elicited the most sensuous tingles in his pole. He grasped it in his hand, caressed it gently, felt it swell and rise from his crotch. The big tube expanded, reacting to the measured flicks of his wrist. It ballooned to eight and a half thick inches of hot meat, protruding above the surface of the water. The huge mancock was like a baby's arm jutting in the middle of his slim boyish waist. He stepped out and stretched on his back, across the bathroom floor. With a few acrobatic lurches, he brought his legs back to his head and grabbed himself below the knees, rolling into a ball. His oversized prick lunged at his face. The details of the grotesque enormity jumped to his eyes. He licked the turgid flesh, tasting again the muskiness of the wet organ. It was only when his tongue danced on the vibrant flesh that he could accept it as his own. Effortlessly, he engulfed the big knob and his lips nibbled up the wide shaft. The sweet sensations made every bad aspects of his deformity seemed worthwhile. He raised his head off the floor, trying to swallow more of himself. Then, he rocked back and forth, sucking his huge cock, conjuring the blissful rewards with his lips. His mouth was filled to capacity with hot flesh. Only a small portion of the bloated organ, that would make any adult owner proud, could fit into his little cavern. Ackley cherished the instant, forsaking the world, to concentrate on slurping that big demanding pole. He intensified his siphoning, choking on his own cock as he tried to reach new heights of pleasure. The bathroom was spinning. His muscles were quivering. He could feel it coming soon. A few more swipes of his tongue and he would be there. He envisioned himself tied up. He imagined that his cock belonged to somebody else, who was fucking his face. Feeding him that rampant erection in his little mouth. The hard pipe swelled even more. At once, a spray of thick sperm gushed down his throat. His whole body shuddered as if he was having an epileptic fit. The thick jets of boiling cum erupted repeatedly. His dick was like a fire hose. He let himself gag on his own jizz, his face turning red as he tried to breath and swallow the flow of discharge. In the end, most of it was in his stomach, and the remainder oozed around his mouth. -=- Shawn purred in his foster father's lap, clad in his smileys' boxers, the man's favourite. The television was playing some inane sitcom. But the little boy was more interested in the warm embrace of his dad. His big hairy hands were caressing his bare knees, his mouth gave moist little kisses to the back of his head. He had never felt more loved in his life. The wiry adult was like a kind and gentle bear. He had short curly brown hair, much like that of a lamb and sincere blue eyes you could see through right to the soul. Shawn never felt threatened once by the husky man, even though he stood at six feet four and had muscles rippling all over his frame. Nor by the fact that his entire body was covered with a thick shag of dark curls that made him look like a yeti. The big guy had accepted him into his home without conditions. And he had fell in love with him from day one, expressing his gratitude on a daily basis with boyish kisses and hugs. He didn't rebuff Jerry's sexual advances either, eager to learn all about it. Right then, sitting on his father's thighs, he perceived the hustle of blood going to his small peter, gorging it as the sweet stroking continued. His dad's hand migrated to his erection, fondling the rigid branch tenting the fabric of his boxers. The large extremity enclosed the swelling bulge, rubbing it. He let his leg roll off and it crept up under the hem, touching his hard nuts, stretched tight by the scrotum. The long fingers grazed his perineum deliciously and probed the opening of his butt. He giggled and threw a consenting grin back at his dad, who was staring blankly at the TV, as if his hand had a mind of its own. "What are you looking at?" Jerry burst out. "An ugly ape." "Why you lil'-" the man roared, shoving his adopted son to the side and flipping him like a pancake on his tummy. "I will spank your smart ass!" he bellowed, holding his frail arm behind his back with one hand and pulling down his boxers with the other. "Noooo! Noooo!" Shawn cried out, amidst a fit of giggles. The colossal man delivered a few tender swats to his white rump and grasped his delicate balls from behind. He knelt and leaned until his face was levelled with the round globes. While he clutched the smooth package, he lapped up the pink valley of his son's butt. His tongue travelled to the puckered hole, zeroing in on the sensitive ring. He let go of the kid's genitals and spread the gorgeous cheeks apart. Shawn moaned and pushed his bottom up, flaunting his wet rosebud. Jerry dove in, tongue-fucking the tiny hole with spirited jabs of his spongy organ. He turned him around and admired his cute boner. A glistening drop of liquid had formed on he tip. He nuzzled the frisky hard-on and swallowed the whole shaft, sliding down until the scant length was imprisoned in his mouth. Shawn gasped and wailed, overcome by the sudden detonation of pleasure from his groin. His small fists took hold of his dad's curly hair and pulled, urging the sucking mouth to bob on his boydick. Jerry clamped his lips on the stiff little morsel, suctioning all the tasty kid juice out of it. He could hear the boy pant loudly, seeking air for his lungs. His legs were spread wide, his toes all curled up from the intense bliss of his childish euphoria. He darted at the wagging woody with the tip of his tongue and grinned upon seeing so much haze on his son's mug. "Look here what I got." he said to the blond boy, extending his hand. The youngster gazed at the hand of his father, where the squarish envelope of a condom was nestled in his palm. END of PART 1. You can send positive or negative comments at debonair36@hotmail.com Make sure to include the word 'story' in the subject line. Flames are ignored.