The art of seduction, recruiting boys!
Ron was in seventh heaven. Two boy-cocks in his hands, masturbating them slowly — not that he feared they would cum quickly; they were much too tense for that to happen in the very near future; he wanted to get a good feel as well as give them time to adjust. Robin’s was meaty, whereas Mark’s was firm. He felt their hairless balls, soft as satin, thinking how sweet they will feel in his mouth as his tongue rolled over each one. Pubic hair like velvet, some peeking just at the surface ready to flourish.
He took another gamble that could ruin everything, he moved their hands to his cock. It was Robin who resisted that time. Ron said to him, “No one is going to know about this. Loosen up, buddy, I’m not asking ya to suck it!” Robin eased his arm and let Ron interlock his fingers with Mark’s for a tandem handjob. There was no doubt in his mind that the Ecstasy had set the mood, as well as the movies and Ron’s little lecture.
Chris, in the movie, couldn’t hold back and shot his load all over the face of the boy on his knees, who was trying to catch the squirting jism in his mouth. Chris finally let him use his hands to milk the last bit into his eager mouth. As the winner, he proposed that the four boys fuck the girls doggy-style; he would stand over the girl’s back facing the boy — cock to mouth — and get sucked off, stepping from couple to couple, jerking himself off, blindfolded. Chris, who was spent, aided the blind boy randomly between mouths by counting to ten; whichever boy’s mouth he came in, of course, was the next dominatrix in a long list of sex-games.
Ron knelt in front of the sofa, telling Robin and Mark to move closer together. He took Robin first right down to his pubes, relishing the taste and texture. His balls were every bit as delicious as they looked; one by one, he entombed them, rolling his tongue around. No question, Robin was liking his first blowjob very much. The boy began breathing heavy; Ron’s hand, tweaking a nipple, felt the racing heartbeat. When Ron suggested he jerk off his buddy, there was no hesitation. He wasn’t really putting any great effort into it; nonetheless, he was feeling it as well as Mark’s nuts.
Approximately fifteen minutes later, Robin became fidgety, his cock pulsed a few times, and he let out a loud gasp. The hot fluid hit the back of Ron’s throat and upper palate; before long, his taste buds sensed the bitter-sweet boy-juice, and more of it than he ever expected.
After sucking him dry, Ron looked up to meet Robin in the eye and smiled, “So, how was that, young man?”
“Fucking awesome, dude!” he replied out of breath. “You can suck me off any time.”
“The night’s still young, I’m sure I will. You have a beautiful cock, Robin.” He turned to look at Mark and asked, “Your turn?”
“I ggguess.” he said nervously.
Ron’s jaw ached. He would have liked to take a break, but wanted to keep the momentum flowing. He used more hand stimulation than mouth. Mark just wouldn’t let himself relax. A half-hour later, and still no reaction. When Robin asked him if he was enjoying it, Mark claimed yes. Ron was fearing the boy couldn’t cum yet and wouldn’t admit it, but with all that pubic hair, he would have to be mature enough. He allowed Robin to place a hand on his cock, asking him to help get it up again. It wasn’t long before Mark was giving his best friend a decently applied handjob, so that Ron felt some changes happening. The boy’s cock seemed to get a bit harder, his breathing was raspy, all the while staring across at his hand servicing the thick cock. Ron knew in an instant that Mark was getting off more by doing his friend than getting a blowjob. What a wild turn of events.
Ron decided to push the pendulum and asked Robin, “Ya want Marky to blow ya?” He was watching Mark’s face closely, the boy’s eyes widened, and his chest beat rapidly; he looked scared and excited at the same time, if that’s possible.
“Fuckin’ yeah, dude; do me!”
Ron had to encourage the kid, by placing a hand on the side of his head, and nudge him before he leaned in and down, hesitated a moment, then slowly took the cock in his mouth
Robin moaned, “Yeah, Marky. Feels nice, buddy. It’s just a new gig, right? Everyone is doing it lately, you heard Ron?”
With that added encouragement, he began to get into it. He held Robin’s balls, and used his other hand in conjunction with his mouth, much the same vigor as Ron had applied on Robin. Suddenly, Ron was made aware of the inevitable when the kid’s cock began to twitch; a second later, he was unloading what amounted to be only about a quarter-teaspoon and rather bitter.
Ron fully expected Mark to cease sucking Robin’s cock, losing the passion once he was finished with his orgasm. However, he continued to service his friend with no less enthusiasm. Ron figured he had nothing to lose by then, and stood in front of Robin, leaning forward, with his cock in hand, pointing very suggestively at the kid’s mouth. It was Robin’s turn to look excitedly frightened; he brought a hand up to wrap around the leaking member, wiped the slime off with his other hand, closed his eyes and took the head. Good enough for Ron; he wouldn’t push the kid.
Before he dared take any more, he looked at Ron and said, “Don’t cum in my mouth, okay?
“You got it, buddy.” And Ron meant it.Ten minutes later, after a commendable effort with much teeth scraping, Ron pulled out and shot over Robin’s cute face.
Robin told Mark to back off — his cock was getting sore, and he was nowhere near orgasm. Nudity was no longer an issue, as the boys resumed playing pinball. The porn played on, this time the boys were lying between the girls’ legs, not the same one they had fucked, douching their cunts with a tongue and fingers, their faces covered in pussy juice and cum. Ron thought that scene a bit unrealistic (whipped-cream or something similar had been used to enhance the scene), unless every boy ejaculated like a horse, which he highly doubted.
Ron ordered a pizza and sat at his kitchen table reflecting. Getting to where he got that night was more than he would ever have imagined, when all he was hoping to accomplish on the first attempt was to seduce enough in order to suck their cocks.
How easy it had been, the sequence of events unplanned, ad-libbed as they unfurled. His dreams had come true: never having to look back at the famine years, the Paradise Arcade would ensure that, ironically named.
Later that night, he took the two boys to his bed, and he and Mark worked on Robin’s genitals, Ron allowed Mark his first taste of cum. Robin then helped Ron pleasure Mark. Last but not left out, the two boys serviced Ron, his cum eaten by Mark. The man knew in his heart that the boys had forged a whole new kind of intimate friendship that night. The morning brought more sex play, including Ron being fucked by both boys.
Over the year, Ron saw much of the two lads, and had entertained a few more boys, successfully putting the make on them. One was twelve-year-old Paco Gonzalez, a Puerto Rican. His skin was olive-colored, and he had jet black hair and dark eyes: extremely nice features. Paco was different than the other boys insofar as Ron wanted desperately to fuck the kid: just something about him that Ron could not put his finger on. Perhaps it was his rough and tough façade, leader of a few other boys in a quasi-gang. Paco would later be instrumental in supplying Ron with boys as young as ten, a few of his disciples, that he also used for sex, at Ron’s suggestion, to test their loyalty.
Ron was certain that getting into Paco’s pants would be a drawn-out process: the kid was headstrong. The first visit was of course enjoying the swimming pool; the youngest of six brothers, Paco had absolutely no hang-ups about nudity. Hairless, his bullet-shaped uncut dick hung a slender three inches. When standing still, his testicles flared at the end of his cock the size of cherry tomatoes; the skin tone of his genitals was slightly darker than his body tone.
Ron was quick to learn that, away from his friends or other boys, Paco’s demeanor mellowed, letting his guard down to become more of an average twelve year old. He asked to bring some of his posse over to swim, Ron flatly refused him for the time being, saying that he just wanted to spend time alone with him for the present time.
Ron had convinced him that clothing wasn’t needed, even frowned upon, while in his “man-cave.” “This is a man’s home, no bitches around, and no rules to follow. You can drink beer, smoke pot and snort coke if you wish.” Paco would enjoy a few beers, but never asked for drugs.
So together they would play pinball in the nude, as well as some of the older TV gaming devices that Paco took a shine to. One afternoon, while watching a new “Star Wars” movie, Paco snuggled up to Ron, who placed an arm around the boy. The fatherless boy craved the attention of an older man, and found it in Ron who, in turn, would find his way into Paco’s asshole if he played it right.
On another day, watching a movie, Ron ran a hand along the boy’s silky hip and outer thigh, slowly feeling goose bumps on the tips of his fingers. Taking liberties closer to his genitals, to his utter shock and joy, he saw Paco spread his legs to allow Ron easy access, his silent permission to touch him there. As Ron fondled him gently, Paco’s dick responded to the pleasure, topping out at around four inches and as thick as Mark’s cock. His own cock became erect and clearly visible to Paco, who didn’t need permission to feel it.
“Do ya know what a blowjob is, Paco?”
He looked up at Ron as if the man was daft, and said, “Dah! I’m twelve, I know all about sexy stuff.”
“Well, I could really use one about now, so how ‘bout it?” he asked bluntly, to the point.
The kid looked again at Ron, somewhat shocked at the request. “I dddon’t dddo that! he said quietly.
“Not even for me?”
Paco didn’t speak for a good many moments, deep in thought. When he moved, Ron thought sure he was hightailing it, however he was merely positioning himself over Ron’s thigh to get a better angle to suck the cock. “Okay, but promise you won’t tell anyone?”
Ron almost laughed, who the hell would he tell? “I promise, Paco. It’s our secret.”
That having been said, the boy went down on him. He knew what to do, leaving Ron with the impression that the kid had done it before. He had to ask, “Paco, where did ya learn how to suck cock so nicely?”
The boy paused, removed the cock from his mouth, and replied, “I was at a party at my friend’s house. The older teenagers had a girl there that sucked off any boy who wanted it. I watched her, I guess.”
“Did she blow you, too?”
“She wanted to. I was eleven then, and scared to take my shorts down and let her do that in front of all those guys,” he explained, then went back to the task at hand.
Ron corrected his teeth grazings, and had him take as much as he could without gagging and use his hand around the shaft as a block, to ensure he didn’t get carried away. The suction was well done, as well as the hand following his mouth up and down, applying just the right pressure. Paco was a born man-pleaser. Ron came five-minutes later, expecting the kid to get angry. Later, when asked, he said that the boys at the party mentioned that it wasn’t a good blowjob unless the girl swallowed their sperm.
“And how was the taste of mine?”
“Okay, I guess, kinda like snot.”
Ron rolled Paco on his back and sucked him off for an hour. No orgasm; nonetheless, the boy said he liked it a lot, feeling all tingly inside. Ron wet his middle finger and forced it into Paco’s tight rectum, found what he thought to be the G-spot; minutes later, the boy was spasming like in an epileptic seizure, an intense dry orgasm that he claimed left his muscles aching afterward. Paco had begun jerking off six months ago, and was yet to achieve orgasm. He was thrilled to say the least.
“Paco, do you want to spend the night with me?”
“Sure!”
That night he fucked Paco. The boy had no idea what was coming when Ron ate his ass, giving him great pleasure. Suddenly, a sharp stabbing pain was felt in his bum. He clutched the sheets and begged Ron to take it out. He refused to cry: crying was a sign of weakness, and he was a strong willed boy, who got hurt in plenty of fights. He said, “Please, I’ll suck yer cock even better,… you’ll see!”
Ron was gaining precious inches. He whispered, “Just relax, don’t fight it, and it won’t hurt as much. I’m not going to stop until I christen your insides with my cum.”
“I fucking HATE you!” he screamed and fell silent with his face buried in the mattress.
Ron’s cock ached from the pressure being applied. He held Paco by the hips for leverage and pushed with all his might, until he felt his pubic hair touch the small buttocks. He was home. Stopping to rest, he said to Paco, “It’s all the way in now, little buddy. Just relax now, get used to it. Every time we do this, it won’t hurt as much. You’re my boy now, and I’m your man. Tomorrow, I’m going to take you and buy that BMX bike you want.”
“Really? he asked.
“I promise. Now let’s get through this, okay?”
Paco didn’t respond, but he did quit squirming. Ron took short easy strides back and forth, picking up the pace and length, cautious not to pull out. He was breathing heavy, groaning, swearing, calling Paco his “slut-boy.” The bed was complaining, creaking and squeaking, and the headboard whacked the wall with thuds and bangs. The small boy was like a ragdoll, ass high, the man’s arms under his hips, slumped with his head barely touching the bed. Paco had probably passed out, Ron never heard a peep from him as he continued to slam into the boy. He thought about all the little boys he was going to have, debating in his mind how young was too young, and unable to answer his own question. Those thoughts drove him over the edge, his final thrust strived to go deeper in the anatomy where he wasn’t even sure his cock-head was visiting. He screamed out obscenities and let nature take him away for the blissful minute of orgasm.
He rolled onto his side, taking Paco with him still impaled. The kid moaned, a good sign that he was still alive. His cock was slowly deflating, a few minor pumps, while it still had life, to drain his balls completely. He relaxed, enjoying even the sensations of shrinking from the tight confines, the natural bowel functions working to void his cock.
“Are you done now?” a stern Paco asked.
Ron joked, “I’m not sure, — ya up to another go at it?”
“Fuck you!”
“You can if you want — it’s your turn. Fair is fair.”
“If ya got a baseball bat, I’ll return the favor. — And I’m NOT your slut-boy!”
“Did I say slut-boy? I meant stud-boy, sorry.” Ron’s cock plopped out, he felt the cool air envelop it.
“Give me another blowjob.” Paco demanded, “But no fingers up there right now; it’s on fire.” He was protecting his dignity, the tough-kid façade surfacing.
Ron thought about rimming the boy again. He wondered how clean it would be, the air already had a hint of foulness to it. He agreed on the blowjob, rolled Paco onto his back, and worked on the flaccid dick and hanging balls, all in his mouth. In no time, the boy was erect — he deserved everything Ron could do to please him — and he decided to peek at the rectum, as his own cock was clean of fecal matter, and thankfully, blood. He spread the legs and held them up by the ankles, like a mother would change a baby. Wide enough to see inside, it appeared red and raw. His cum oozed, not an ivory white, more of a yellow pigment: the bedsheet was stained with it.
Paco asked where Ron was going when he got out of bed, “Hey, what about my blowjob, asshole?”
Ron called over his shoulder, “Hasn’t anyone taught you to show more respect for your elders?”
“Yeah, — the ones that don’t rape me!”
Touché! thought Ron, the kid was witty. He replied, “Ya can’t rape the willing, kiddo. You loved every minute of it.”
Paco said something Ron didn’t hear, certain that it was derogatory. Ron took a piss, washed his cock, and soaked a facecloth in soap and hot water, returning to his bedroom to find Paco beating his tube, eyes clenched tight. Ron watched for a long while, finding the scene erotic as hell. Without a doubt in his mind, the boy was trying to get near another orgasm for Ron to follow through, providing. When he opened his eyes to see he was being watched, he stopped, saying, “Just wanna keep it up for you to suck.”
“Let’s get ya cleaned up first. Roll over on your tummy.”
When the cloth touched his rectum, he flinched. Ron wiped him clean, tossed the cloth to the floor, and rolled the boy over onto his back. Placing Paco’s legs over his shoulders, Ron went down, tongue-fucking the gap that was receding, the body’s natural response to close wounds; he knew, from experience, the rectal muscles had been stretched, and would be for quite some time, making the next fucking easier, and those after that getting more and more enjoyable with less initial penetration pain.
Ron masturbated Paco while he was tongue deep inside him, the boy squirming in pleasure, his hands atop Ron’s head, grinding his hips as if trying to drive the man’s tongue even deeper. Ron had him make his hands more useful by spreading his own cheeks for him to delve deep and suck. Ron tasted something, a combination of ‘Glide’ lube, cum, and something else he didn’t want to think about.
Anyone who says that a twelve-year-old boy cannot be sexual has never had one — or done him properly. The kid was gasping for breath: he loved getting rimmed and being jerked off. His body wriggled and tingled; he was well aware he was nearing orgasm, thanks to Ron’s earlier education.
Ron knew it as well and went to town, tongue-fucking and masturbating Paco. The boy howled, body spastic, and Ron not only saw, but felt the cock in his hand pulse and blast three volleys of skim-milk-like fluid, to erupt and fly to Paco’s chest. Ron hoped for more, and was quick to engulf the cock, only tasting dribbles of the sweet virgin-milk, the gobs running down Paco’s chest soon lapped up.
Ron gave Paco a huge smile, and said, “Congratulations, you’re a man now!”
The boy’s face was priceless, still hooting like an owl from orgasm. It was as if he was still in a full orgasmic state, and maybe he was. Ron clearly remembered his first ejaculate at twelve: the world changed, the pride almost as good a feeling as the orgasm. He had nobody to share the news with back then. Paco had someone present to witness the glorious occasion.
Ron told him that getting fucked for the first time aided the wet orgasm. The boy was gullible, and when Ron crawled between his legs, lubed his cock, and pressured the anus again, Paco accepted the intrusion without complaint, wrapping his legs around the man’s waist, enduring the pain that he would endure once again. The BMX bicycle that he drooled over in the Sears catalogue was only a matter of hours away.
to be continued . . .
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