Date: Wed, 13 Nov 2013 22:23:00 +0100 From: Tommy Liten Subject: Reststop Slut The following story contains graphic scenes of male/male sex between characters under the age of 18, as well as elements of physical age regression. If these subjects do not interest you, or it is not legal for you to read them, please don't continue. Otherwise, I hope you enjoy! Thanks for all you responds by mail, keep it up! Love you feedback. AUTHORS NOTE: This story is the property of the author. It can be downloaded for personal reading pleasure or sending to a friend, but if you wish to re-post them at your own site, please contact the author for permission. Like nifty.org? Consider making a donation to nifty. Small or large it will be very much appreciated. To find out how to do this, follow this link: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html "Only call if hell freezes over, I'll be busy all day, but you'll do fine. When you are all satisfied and done playing around, you get your slutty ass back home. That understood fucker? And for the sake of God, make your daddy proud!" Those are the last words from my dad dropping me off at the public toilet area at the nearby highway a few miles from home. He's ruffling my hair a bit, smiling his sexy smile and winking as he close the door to his truck spinning out of the parking area. I'm Tommy. This story is from the summer I turned 9. To tell a little about myself, I am a regular countryside kid. I grew up in the safe care of my dad on our small farm. My dad is not a farmer, its only woods, land and a few animals to keep us company. I'm 3,11 with a typical boys build. Slim without being scrawny, slightly toned skin from running naked around at the farm throughout the spring and starting summer months. My small cock is growing, but so far only slightly past 2,5 inches. Uncut, smooth as the day I was born. Small nuts, but we're working on stretching them, and my daddy says both my cock and balls some day will be as big and nice as his. My daddy's name is Jim. He's just turned 40. Daddy's the grown up soccer jock, 6,3, 210, dark haired, furry, muscled and toned body? You know what I'm talking about. Daddy's arms is covered in a light dark fur, but not more than one can see the strained veins going from his wrist to his upper arm, exploding in his biceps and muscular shoulders. Daddy's got a very broad back. His slightly tanned skin is always playing from the movement of his muscles. This is the back that any muscle worshiper would dream of having. A small, almost invisible tuft of hair on his lower back lead the way to dad's firm ass. His ass cheeks have their "smiling dimples, as just to highlight the perfect shape of it, and to keep it from sagging down any bit. This is no old mans ass for sure. Then there is the cock. 9 full inches of uncut cock. Fat, smooth, velvety with visible veins playing the shaft disappearing in the nicely trimmed black hair on the base. Always nicely shaved, smooth and very low hanging balls. The two baby making nuts the size of golf balls. This is not about my daddy. The reason I am telling you about daddy, is he's my hero. He is also my master, my Sir. He's the one who's made me. He's the one who solely raised me to be a good kid. He's the one that since my 9th birthday have trained me, been breaking me in to be the cock whore I've become. I love to service him, but today, when he have to go to town working, he's trusting me to do the job of servicing other horny men all on my own. After waking up this morning, having my bowl of cereal for breakfast my daddy made me ready for my day. I was taking my morning rituals, toilet visit, releasing him from the long nights tension built up in his balls, then after, showering with dad. This morning daddy's making me douche. "Got to get you all clean, inviting and ready for whoever want to taste your boy cunt" he says. All dried up, my dad lube up my favourite, for me, oversized but plug and insert it. After the past weeks being stretched to my limits, I only feel a slight sting for a brief moment. Then it is all replaced with the sweet familiar feeling of excitement, lust and sensual tension coming from my prostate getting tickled. Daddy's found my outfit for the day. My summer sneakers, tight shiny blue runners short probably a size to small, but it does not matter. The seam in the back is ripped open by daddy, so my ass is almost sticking out, exposed for anyone to see. Daddy's made me a new t-shirt to wear, but I have to promise to cover it up when not in the toilets. To cover up I have a thin cotton sweater, just long enough to cover my t-shirt and most my shorts. Daddy tells me about the print on the t-shirt, and why it is important for me to cover it all when out walking the highway back home, I nod my head, I understand. Before done daddy put on my two-piece cock-ring, the kind so small you have to lock it in place. My small cock and balls are making a nice bulge in my shiny shorts, I like what I see in the mirror. When all done, my dad puts the small key in his wallet, smacks my ass and proudly announces "Properly dressed for a fun day whoring for cock. You ready slut?" Oh yes, I'm ready daddy. So, now standing in a cloud of dust, alone in a rest stop/ toilet area in the middle of nowhere a few miles from home. When the cloud of dust settles, I look around. I've been here before, I know the area pretty well. There is no one else around, so I walk over towards the toilet house. I sit down on the bench outside, pulling off my sweater, tucking it into my small rucksack. So here I am, all ready for what's to come, waiting, I look at my watch, its only 8:13 am, but the sun is already warming enough for me to be very comfortable in my light outfit. I'm fondling my small cock and balls trough the thin fabric of my shorts. I like the tickling, and it arouses me, making me lust for sex, for adult cock. As I'm thinking trough all my daddy's instructions for the day, I hear a big trailer slowing down. I hear the squeaking of dry breaks before I see the big rig rumble in to the parking lot, shooting dust into the air. This is my cue. Before the rig holt to a stop, I'm on my feet, hurrying into the toilets, walking fast past the urinals over to the first cubicle. I drop my rucksack and sit myself down on the toilet seat, waiting. Minutes go by, I'm tense, excited. Waiting patiently for someone to come. I look around, study the cubicle I'm in, it's not too filthy, actually pretty clean as far as I can judge. I lean over, trying out the hole in the wall, first to my right where I can see all the entire urinal area and the first sink. The second sink and the door are out of sight. Then I shift, lean over to look into the hole on my right, to the cubicle next to the one I'm sitting in. It looks a lot like the one I'm in, lots of scribbling on the walls, even some drawings like in here. I can see the toilet, all of the floor and most of the opposite wall. Even this wall have a hole like the ones I've been peaking trough. Making the wait shorter I start reading whatever I can understand. It's not all readable, but what from what I can read there is a lot of horny men visiting this place. Wow? I jump as I hear the door opening, slamming into the outside wall. Stumping steps. I lean in, peaking trough the hole again, and there I see him. Probably the driver of the rig parked outside. I would guess him to be in his mid 40's. That's a big man, huge! He looks like a giant, almost like the hulks dad or something. He's even taller than my daddy, not by much, I guess about 6,5-6,6. He's muscular looking, very muscular looking in fact. He's wearing an open, red flannel shirt with no arms. His muscular arms have a rustic look, so does his big hands. I guess they feel all rough. They look rough. The man's not got much hair, he's got a shaved, or at least almost shaved head. A fat but very neatly styled moustache is making the macho impression of him even more macho. He's sexy. He's got worn out blue jeans, a wide black leather belt is making its own statement. Black shiny cowboy booths tops off the outfit perfectly. I'm feeling utterly aroused just looking at this man. As he walks in he looks around the room. I feel him meet my eyes for a split second. Did he? Probably only me being all jumpy and nervous. He's scanning the room, fondling his belt, opening it slowly. His big hand unbuttoning his jeans, then reaching into it. It looks like he's squeezing and playing his cock? He walks over to the urinal closest to my cubicle. A few feet from the steel urinal he pulls out his cock, and wow, what a specimen. It's about my dad's size, but much bigger girth wise. I cant sustain myself, before knowing I hear myself let out a moan. All reflex, but its out there. The man turns slightly, his eyes directly looking at mine. This time it's not my imagination for sure. He pulls his cock, pointing it directly to the hole in my wall. Jerking it softly, teasing me. I see it in all its glory. The soft skin, the blue veins on his shaft, the perfectly formed mushroom head peaking out of its shed. It looks so nice. I lift myself from the seat as quiet as I can. It's like if I don't make any sound, he won't know I'm here. That's the reasoning of a 9 year old. I turn the handle, unlocking and opening the door to my cubicle, stepping out to let the big man see me. His eyes meet my mine, he's got an amazed look upon his face for a brief moment before a big smile spreads over his entire face. Hi whispers "Hi kiddo", I whisper back. There is no one else in here, I don't know why we're whispering, but it feels like the right thing to do. "You liked what you saw, did you?" Sure I do Mister. Very much so. I nod my head. He stretch out his big hand to me "I'm Wayne, lovely to meet you kid" "Tommy" I squeak, shaking his big hand with my very small one. "Gotta have a piss Tommy, wanna join?" I follow him the few steps to the urinals. I stir at his big cock as he let the waterfall loose from his bladder. It's splashing into the bowl, mixing with the water, making it all yellow. It's fascinating, exciting. As his stream of piss, starts reading the text on my t-shirt. He turn me around with his left hand, reading the text on my back. "Fucking hell kiddo!" Wayne's voice now all clear, not even close to whispering. "Did your dad give you this shirt kiddo? You kidding me?" I nod my head to the first part of the question. "He's not kidding Sir" I stutter back to him. I feel my face turning red, I'm blushing so I set up my best smile. "So you're daddy's lill cock whore, are you?" I nod once more. "You like having your ass all stuffed and pounded do you?" I just keep on nodding my head. "You wanna piece of this kiddo?" Oh yes I do Mister, very much so. He's waving his cock in front of me. It looks so juicy, so tasty. Without any notice I crotches down on the tiled floor, reaching out for the big, fat cock with both my hands, lifting it to my mouth and letting it in. "Ahh, that's it kiddo, suck my fat cock, make it all wet and hard for uncle Wayne" The taste is quite bitter at the start, but as soon as I've swirled my tongue around his big mushroom head a few times, I get used to it and my sucking motions intensifies. Wayne bobs his cock into my mouth, more and more. I feel the cock swelling for each thrust he gives me. I want to show off and give this man the best oral treatment he's ever had, at least from a 9 year old like me. As his cock once more is pushed in, I move forward opening my throat, swallowing the massive pole all to the base. My mouth and throat is so maxed out by this massive mans meat, I can only take a few thrusts before pulling entirely off his cock, drooling, sobbing for air, but smiling up at this big man. As I see his surprised look turning into a winning smile, I go at it again. I'm going to make him proud, and so happy for having his way with me this morning. Over and over I let this giant man fuck my face. Both his hands is holding onto my head while he thrusts his massive cock down my throat, again and again. Letting me have a break every minute or so. He's so horned up, I'm super excited, full of lust. "I've got to slow down, I need a break kiddo, or I'll cum in no time" he's telling me pulling off his cock. He lifts me up so if not to collapse on the floor. Holding me tight he caress my lower back when his hands find the split shorts, then the base of my but-plug. "Oh, so that's what your daddy means by unplug before entering, I see?" The words hanging heavy in the air as he fondles my plug. You think your cunt cant take my big cock kiddo?" I smile at him, whispering, "Yes, I'm sure I can take it Mister" into his neck. As he carry me into the big cubicle in the corner, he rubs his moustache on my cheek, before kissing me deeply, swirling his tongue all around my mouth. He puts my feet down on the toilet seat, not even bothering locking the door. His hands almost tearing my ass cheeks apart, kneading them roughly. His fingers are playing with my but-plug, pulling it, and exploring the condition of my ass on that nice plug I'm wearing. He pulls off, turn me around, drops to his knees as he pushes me forward, making me lean over the toilet cistern. As soon as my but-plug is pulled out I feel his moustache on my ass, then his very eager tongue in my ass. He works it in there like a piston, almost able to hit my sweet spot. I feel my ass twitching, I moan out loud by the treatment his giving me. It feels so good, fantastic. But I hope for more, I need more. Wayne works my ass with his tongue for ages. I feel my orgasm rising, building up from deep inside me as he fondles my balls and cock trough the fabric of my shorts. It feels so freaking good. When he rises, I see Wayne's cock drooling with precum. I lean over to catch a gob of it with my fingers. I love the taste of precum, it's the sweetest taste a man can make. Wayne position himself behind me, leading his cockhead to my cunt. I feel the hit, back on to it, and without any effort the mushroom head of his cock is convulsed in my boy-cunt. "Take it easy kiddo, I don't wanna hurt you" He sure don't know how much ass-play I've had to go trough during the past months. "Push your self onto it, stop when you can't take anymore kiddo" he says. I'm on the task, pushing myself onto the big cock. I feel him breaking trough my sphincter, it hurts so bad, but I know I want it, I know It'll be so sweet when he gets all in place. One last push and I feel his pubic hairs and he's all in. "You lill whore. Fuck, you are such a dirty boy kiddo", "Damn I love you", and I love you for filling me up. Still hurts, but I feel my ass swelling, getting used to the big cock as Wayne find his rhythm. Steady in and out, just like when he fucked my face. I ask him to pull it all out before pushing in to the base again. He does. My daddy's taught me this is the best way to open properly. After fucking like this for some time, I'm ready to finish off this sexy truck driver. I ask him to sit on the toilet, as he do I lower myself on to his big pole once more, riding it hard, looking him straight into his lusty eyes. We are both moaning out loud, feeling the connection, fucking like animals. "I love the sight of your small body riding my cock kiddo" So do I. I feel him tensing up, I feel myself tensing, getting close. I orgasm so hard, the treatment his big cock is giving my g-spot is unbearable. I convulse, explode, spasm on his piston cock, my ass tighten up so hard. I let out a scream, a scream of pleasure as I collapse on his cock. Wayne's not all done with me, he's lifting my ass up, letting me fall back on his cock. Keep my almost unconscious body in a steady rhythm until I can keep it up again. Slowly I come back, feeling the strength in my legs to do resume my riding, and ride I do. I feel Wayne's cock growing, pulsating, expanding my muscle before exploding inside me. Gushes of hot cum pumping into me, filling me up to the max, squirt after squirt. I count and feel twelve. I feel the pressure in my intestines, I know some of it is leaking out. Wayne's moaning like never before, keeping up fucking my swollen ass until his cock softens and slips out. Cum is running down my legs, I pick up my but-plug and insert it, to ensure not more than necessary is lost. I bend down, taking Wayne's softening cock in my mouth, licking it all clean from the leftover cum dribbling down his shaft. Mmm? He tastes good. Masculine. Wayne ruffles my hair "Thanks kiddo, that was amazing, best fuck ever, hope you enjoyed too!" Oh yes, I sure did. I watch as Wayne gets dressed, he leans in, quickly kissing me, sticking a piece of paper in my waistband. "Thanks again kiddo, hope to see you around for seconds" The door slamming shut as Wayne's leaving, going back on the road in his big truck. I'm thinking about what daddy told me "You decide when your done fucking around, and hit home whenever you want" I think I'm done for now. My ass is swollen, I've had my orgasm, a very intense orgasm indeed. Still, this is what I'm trained to do, serving cock. As I walk out into the sun, my eyes meet the eyes of our local sheriff, Sheriff Callum. "Morning boy", "Good morning Sheriff" I respond as my eyes fall down, gazing at the massive bulge in his light brown, tight uniform pants, his gloved hand giving it a proper thug. I feel lust rising inside me? This is my story, my first experiences as a true cock whore. I love feedback and mails. Keep them coming! tommeliten_no@hotmail.com