Prologue

While I was recuperating from major surgery the last five months, I didn't have the energy to sit at my desk and write my usual long stories. I would tire easily and not be as sharp minded as before. My dear friend and fellow published author, Vince Berg http://vincentberg.net/ (author of apocalypse novels),  suggested I write short stories in order to keep my skills tuned and mind active in writing. I hope you will enjoy these five stories, I have several more that will follow in a series under the Short Teaser Stories title numbered accordingly. Please let me know how I did writing under the influence of heavy drugs!  haha

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Rob Loveboy (Robert Colt)

My Body is Mine to Share

By Rob Loveboy

Edits by Len Homber

I don’t care what anybody says, I’m tired of hearing how boys my age aren’t capable of being sexual. My name is Colin, I’m fourteen and having sex with a forty-two year-old man because I fucking like it. Christopher has been very good to me, he looks after me. We met through the Big Brothers Association when I was eleven, I was having consensual sex with him when I was twelve.

It started when Chris took me to the mountains for the long weekend in July. We had taken a shower together, the first time we saw each other naked … and I was very curious about the male anatomy, especially a man. I had no father or older brothers like most boys to see another male naked.

I got an erection and was embarrassed and tried to hide it. Chris noticed and laughed telling me it was okay, all guys got hard. I witnessed his three-inches expanding to a shocking seven or eight inches. He had big balls that hung really low.

He gave me a hug and I felt his virility on my chest, so warm it was. Chris towelled  me dry, I liked the attention he gave my privates. My mother often said never to let anyone touch me down there, Chris only did so with the towel but he had a hand on my bum.

I saw him get into the bed naked and wanted to be just like him and didn’t bother with my pajamas, Chris smiled at me making me feel proud and grown up. We lay under the covers naked watching television, I found it kinda nice never having slept naked before. I was still hard and from what I saw tenting the covers, Chris still had a boner, as well.

When I felt his hand on my inner thigh, chills ran through my body. I had the distinct feeling he was going to touch me intimately where my mom said no one should. I spread my legs a little indicating he could feel me if he wanted, his touch on my cock was electrifying.

He hand was warm wrapped around my shaft and when he said I could touch him, I didn’t hesitate. We felt each other up a long time. I was about four-inches hard with a large mushroom cap, hairless still, but Chris told me it would grow in anytime soon and that he trimmed his and shaved his balls, “Manscaping,” he called it.

“Do you know about masturbation, Colin?” he asked in a whisper.

Through schoolyard scuttle-butt I was vaguely aware of the term, but never quite understood exactly what it was other than touching yourself which I did often in bed because it felt nice.

“Not really.” I replied.

“I can show you if ya want.” he kicked down the covers exposing both of us, took his big cock in hand and pumped it. “All guys do this … try it.”

I couldn’t take my eyes off him stroking his dick and we were soon doing it together by the glow of the television long forgetting about the movie we were watching. I was thrilled, it felt very nice indeed and made me feel much older.

When he asked if we could do it to each other, I was more than eager, his hand felt warm and his cock in my hand was exciting. I knew a little  about sperm and asked about the clear liquid leaking from his pee slit.

“That’s precum … spread it over my cock and make it all slippery so as your hand glides up and down.”

He explained why precum happened and wasn’t quite semen, that I would see semen very soon if I kept pumping his cock. Of course I was curious and when it happened I was mesmerized watching the white gooey stuff squirt up and land on his stomach in blotches.

 “Feel it if ya want.” Chris offered.

I did, even smelled it off my hand that was coated in it.Truly a hands-on sexual education I would never get in school. Chris continued to beat my cock and I felt a weird sensation that made my body spasm and my toes curl. Chris laughed telling me I had a dry orgasm once I recovered. I was very proud, as was he. I slept with my head in the crook of his neck and his arm around my back gently massaging it. Never had I felt loved like I was that night, it enhanced our relationship from then on.

We toured the mountains that day, they were spectacular. We skinny dipped at a private lake Chris knew about and we masturbated  each other then drying off in the sun … I loved his cock even more.

That night we showered together soaping each other up, both erect paying lots of attention to washing our genitals. In bed Chris kissed me on the lips and told me he loved me. I rolled my tongue over his after telling him I loved him, too.

Chris settled between my legs … my first blowjob that older boys at school seemed to be obsessed with never stop talking about wanting one  and jokingly asking other guys to do it, I was twelve and getting one … and it was fantastic! Chris must have spent over an hour sucking and jerking me off, I finally experienced the second orgasm, Chris’ eyes lit up and said he tasted something, we high-fived, I was in my glory.

Of course, I wanted to suck him off. I loved his cock in my mouth, he tasted a little metallic and his musky scent was very nice, manly. Soon after, I felt his cock twitch in my mouth and taste his semen as it coated my mouth. I can’t say I liked the bitter taste, but I swallowed it all and sucked the last drops from him.

Weeks later, Chris made love to me one night at his apartment. It hurt like hell but I never asked him to stop, it was what he wanted and I wasn’t about to deny him his pleasure. I fucked him afterwards, Chris never made me do anything he wouldn’t do himself.

 I was sure my mom knew that our relationship wasn’t typical, I spent a lot of time sleeping over at his place. One night there was a snow storm and Chris slept over. I insisted he share my bed and not sleep on the sofa. We didn’t have anal sex that night, we were both much too vocal and rough. My mother knocked once and walked in that morning, Chris and I were having oral sex.

I begged my mom not to call the cops, not even covering up as a pleaded telling her I loved Chris. I hated her after seeing Chris led out in handcuffs. The court wouldn't listen that I was a willing participant, the judge said I was too young to know any better. Chris went to prison for ten years.

I became quite the hoodlum, shop lifting, stealing money from my mom’s purse and flunking school. Everyone blamed my behaviour on my  sexual abuse, I blame it on a broken heart.

THE END ...        

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Raising our Sexally Aware Son

By Rob Loveboy

Edits by Len Homber

My wife Jan and I had a very liberal outlook on sex and we were determined that our young son, Adam, would also grow up with a healthy knowledge about sex as he was getting older.

When most parents scolded their sons for touching themselves, we encouraged him  when he started discovering his penis. The clinical name for it is juvenile masturbation and all boys begin touching themselves at a very young age.

“It feels nice, doesn’t it Adam. Daddy likes feeling his, too.” I advised him the first time he had his hand inside his pants. “But you shouldn’t do that when other people are around except mummy and me.”

When parents warned their kids not to let anyone touch them down there, we explained it was okay if he knew the person. Adam liked to sit on my lap in the recliner watching television. I often massaged him inside his pajama bottoms and he loved it. He was learning that other people can give pleasure to his genitals. I liked the soft innocence of his penis and small testicles.

Jan and I often walked around the house naked, or took him to shower with us. Adam learned a great deal about male and female anatomy and to never be ashamed of his own body. He was never shy about it as he grew up even into his teen years.

Parents sex lives changed when they had kids. Ever since Adam could walk, we never stopped our lovemaking if he walked into our bedroom or slept with us.The last thing we wanted was Adam being misinformed about sex from other uneducated boys in the school yard.

When Adam was nine, I gave him a hands-on lesson on the virtues of jerking off. We had long since dropped the clinical terms and taught him the slang terms. Completely naked, I laid down beside him in his bed and jerked myself off encouraging him to watch and learn.  He was amazed by my cum squirting over my body, I even had him feel the texture.  “When you’re a little older, you’ll be able to make cum, too.” I explained.

The next night he asked if he could jerk me off. I allowed him explaining about mutual masturbation followed by oral sex, blowjobs. He would grow up with an open mind toward gay sex as an alternative pleasure.

I bought a small penis-shaped dildo and a bottle of personal lube and showed him how to use it to enhance his pleasure when he jerked off. Teaching him about anal sex could wait, however, the penis dildo would serve as a good beginning.

His next lessons were up to Jan, heterosexual sex when Adam turned eleven. We brought him into our bed and had him watch us make love many times, however, he was going to be an active participant. His cock was developing nicely in length and width, puberty had set in. He practised oral sex on Jan learning about the vagina and clitoris using his fingers and tongue. Jan claimed he was actually a very good lover after he learned how to use his cock when fucking and size had nothing to do with it. We had three-way sex several times a week, gay and straight oral foreplay before making love to Jan.

Not long after his twelfth birthday, he told us he wanted to have sex with his best friend Travis who was sleeping over that night.

“As long as Travis is okay with it, why not?” I advised him “But never force anybody to have sex.” We were pleased that Adam accepted gay sex. He often came home from school confused because the other boys used it to insult others. Adam soon turned a deaf ear on the slanderous statements made by the ignorant, Jan and I taught him well.

Jan gave me hell for having an ear against Adam’s bedroom door several times that night. I was extremely curious if he got into Travis’ pants. I had given him a bisexualy porn CD to perhaps create the ambiance and hopefully make it easier for Adam to get into Travis’ pants. I truly believed it would be healthy for the boys to have a sexual relationship, it would likely be many years before they got girlfriends, but they could enjoy each other’s body and be sexually satisfied, surely their lives would be enhanced and never sexually frustrated as I was all my teen years.

The next morning I was sitting at the table drinking coffee and reading the newspaper when I saw Adam come out of his room in the nude and head to the bathroom. I couldn’t resist a peek inside the bedroom. What I saw made me smile. Travis was sleeping on his tummy in Adam’s bed and not on the floor in a sleeping bag. The covers were listing slightly and I could see his bare hip and thigh … he was obviously naked. One more thing caught my eye, the bottle of lube was on the night table, I knew in my heart my son had been fucked.

I hurried back to the table hearing the toilet flush. Adam waved before going back in his room and closing the door. The boy’s slept until after lunch before raiding the fridge wearing only their underwear. Travis certainly sported a nice package in his tight briefs.

I never questioned Adam on what took place with Travis, I didn’t want to pry, sex was his business only. We started seeing more of Travis around the house and sleeping over … my son had a fuck-buddy and for that I was happy.

Adam began dating girls when he was fifteen. What other parent would allow a boy to take a girl into his bedroom for sex, Adam was soon doing that with Jan and my blessings. I had taught him how to use a condom when he was thirteen and bought him a box. Jan and I loved seeing his used condoms in the trash can in his room. We knew then that we had lost him from our bed, however, we were certain he was a great lover … he had been taught very well.

THE END ...

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Survival Guide to Juvenile Detention

By Rob Loveboy

Edits by Len Homber

Detention homes for boys are supposed to rehabilitate troubled youth, or so they would like the general public to believe. My first night there three older boys forced me to blow them in the dorm bunk-house in front of several other guys. I was thirteen then and would be securely housed for three years after being accused of molesting a nine year old neighbours boy who liked sucking me off, he would ask for it even. We would fool around in his garage after school.

Yes, I admit I came on to him at first minding him one night, but he was an equal player and liked me blowing him. He was taking a bath and I stripped and joined him, he liked my hard cock and pubic hair, I sat on the edge of the tub and had him blow me, which he did without the slightest complaint. I came in his mouth and then returned the favor on his two inch dick.

Our sex went on for weeks, my mistake was attempting to fuck him. I had a fairly thick cock and didn’t think to use lubricant, I ripped his rectum and he bled in his undies. His mom found the bloodied undies and I guess a doctor found he had been penetrated. I was arrested and that's that.

I wasn’t queer, only curious, and Nickie was easily manipulated. I sucked the three fifteen and sixteen year-old teens off one by one, I didn’t want any more punches to the head. They came in my mouth adding to my humiliation I thought that I would be it and left alone thereafter. How wrong I was. I was raped by boys nightly, held down and fucked repeatedly until I was raw and bleeding. The male nurse never even asked what happened, not that I would rat out the guys, that would only make matters worse.

One night three guards ordered me and two others out of bed and took us to the basement. The men talked nonchalantly about overtime and family lives leading us down stairs.

When I asked what they wanted almost in tears, the man who was in front of me said, “A blowjob, what the hell did ya think?” the men all laughed opening their black uniform pants and shoving us to our knees. Having no choice again, I sucked Mel’s cock, of course, the other boys complied. After they’d had their way and cum, we were led back to the dorm.

An older boy took me aside the next day and said, “Ya gotta find a guard who likes you and no other guards will touch you.”

I was fully aware of what he was insinuating and kept his advice in mind., but how did a guy find a protector? I had an idea. One thing I did have in my favor was that I was a good looking blond and blue eyed kid with a decent size cock.

I rang the night guard in the middle of the night to take me to the bathroom for a piss. Carl was a man in his fifties and seemed nice. I pulled down my underwear to below my ass and fondled myself. I had my back to him, but he could see my arm movement and knew I was jerking off. He came up behind me and reached for my hard cock.

“Nice.” he said. I could feel his erection pressing into my back through his pants. I rubbed up against it suggestively. I heard him unbuckle and the zipper being lowered, meanwhile he was all hands groping my ass and balls. I then felt his warm cock on my back and even  felt it leaking precum. I next felt his cock gliding over the crack of my ass, I bent over the urinal supporting myself with two hands on the porcelain, my underwear fell to the floor just before I took the stance.

Carl had to bend his knees in order to fuck me, his hands on my shoulders for support. He rammed his cock into my rectum, I hadn’t seen it, but I knew it was large. He pushed, retracted, and pushed again until he had a few inches buried, then he rammed it into me.

I screamed in pain throwing my head back, Carl seemed pleased saying, “Take it kid … damn, you have a tight ass. All you new boys do.”

Carl continued to jerk me off while he fucked me, I thought my knees would give out and collapse to the floor. It hurt like hell but i never complained.

“God, I love your cock, Carl. Much better than the boys in the dorm.”

I could tell he was pleased, his thrusts increased and he was panting like a dog. Carl screamed out when he came deep inside me, after a few more strokes he pulled out and refastened his pants, I pulled up my underwear feeling his cum  seep out while I was bent.over

I turned to face him and said trying to sound sincere, “Thank you, sir. You have a nice cock … I wanna suck it.”

I knew it was all worthwhile when he said, “You’re my boy-bitch now, slut. Now let me watch you jerk off.”

I wasn’t expecting that, I complied having no choice and five minutes later I came over the black tiled floor as he played with my balls. ”Very nice … now lick it up.”

I was disgusted, Carl was a pig, but I got on my hands and knees and licked my cum off the floor, some of it dropped on his shoe and I licked that off, as well. He was pleased with that, I licked his other shoe clean of dust to show him how submissive I could be hating every minute of it.

Carl took me back to the room and I went to sleep disgusted with myself, his cum still leaking from my hole. The next night he took me to a room in the basement, there were several mattresses on the floor and two other men having sex with boys, one looked to be eleven or twelve.

Carl thought is would be fun to watch us three boys in an oral sex orgy, the men jerked off watching until they got bored with and had us them off. Carl indeed had a large cock, it was a mouth full, my hand could barely get around his hairy balls.

Carl worked four-day weeks, he would come to my room and get me and take me downstairs for sex. There were always one or two men with their bitches, I was intimidated at first blowing him before he fucked me. Sometimes the men would swap their bitches or get together for an orgy, mostly the boys doing each other at first and getting fucked after.

It was all worthwhile, men left me alone and over time, boys moved on to newbies, even I started abusing the newbies, it was expected among the ranks.

I left that boys home a very angry teenager. I joined a gang and became a banger, sometimes we would rape the enemy to degrade them. I stole from stores and snatched old ladies purses … was I rehabilitated after three years of sexual abuse? What a joke!

THE END …

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But I’m Not Gay

By Rob Loveboy

Edits by Len homber

“You blow me and all my homeboys and I’ll see to it that guys leave ya alone at school from now on.” offered sixteen year old Matt Wilkinson leader of a gang of thugs that controlled Egmont High School, population 1,750 students.

Fourteen year-old Shelly Fischer wasn’t gay, far from it, but since the day he attended Egmont’s junior - senior high he was bullied and labelled a fag because of his name and looks. He tried to instil his proper name, Sheldon, after years of being called Shelly by friends and family, it was too late, his pet name stayed with him starting first year junior high. He was also somewhat feminine looking, long blonde hair and fine facial features. Strangers often mistook him for a girl. He cut his hair short against his mom’s wishes, once again, it was too late.

Sheldon had a girlfriend since elementary school, Debra. She dumped him soon after school began people began to call her a fag-hag. His few friends also abandoned him afraid of their own reputations by associating with him.

The following year of junior high was no different, if not worse. He often went home black and blue and sometimes bleeding. His mom wanted to go to the school administrators, Shelly thought it would only make matters worse and insisted she didn’t, he wasn’t ratting out names so she had no firm grounds to lodge a complaint. Egmont was a regional school, there were no others to transfer to without travelling a great distance by several transit buses.

Sheldon had no problems finding girlfriends in grades five and six, they thought he was cute and cool. Girls wouldn’t give him the time of day in high school, after all, he was a fag trying to pretend he wasn’t. He loved basketball and had medals earned over the years, however, try outs were denied, the coach listened to his team and didn’t want any internal animosity within the team. Soccer try outs had the same result. Sheldon ended up in gymnastics.

After gym showers three times a week were the worst. Boys flicked him with towels, several would squeeze his balls so hard he would double over in pain, the gym teacher did nothing. Sheldon’s mom finally had him excused from gym class for medical reasons she made up. Thus, he had to give up gymnastics as well.

Sheldon didn’t use the washrooms, they were dangerous territory. More than once, a kid would say Shelly was looking at him using the urinal, He had his head dunked in toilets or beaten up. Using a stall didn’t help, they would be waiting for him. One private handicap washroom was his salvation.

Matt Wilkinson made his offer again outside the cafeteria, a blowjob for protection along with his countless followers. Sheldon told him to fuck off and was punched in the face causing a bleeding lip.

Sheldon often thought about suicide, end his torment once and for all. Then he would think about his mom and gramma who would be devastated. He began to think giving blowjobs was the only way he would survive until graduation four years later.

He found Matt alone at his locker between classes. “Okay, I’ll do it if ya promise leave me alone and call off your goons.” he said, unable to look at the pimple covered face.

Mat was at a loss for words, Matt thought he looked excited. His eyes widened and for the first time, Sheldon saw him smile. When he came to his senses, he said, “About time you smartened up, faggot. Here I was, trying to be nice to ya offering something you like doing anyway.” he smiled, Sheldon clearly saw the older teen’s hand pull at his jeans to what had to be to adjust his inflating cock.

After a moment of awkwardness, Sheldon said, “After school, the south wing handicapped washroom on the second floor.” Sheldon didn’t want Matt to pick the location for fear that his henchmen would be near.

Matt thought for a moment red faced, then smiled, “Sounds like a good place to me buddy.: he turned and found the books he was looking for as if he had was agreeing to meet for a soda.

Sheldon had a gut feeling that Matt was more excited than he portrayed, he turned away because his cock was hard that didn’t fail to notice down his left leg from his side angle view causing him to shiver at the size wondering what he just committed himself to. It was also obvious the Matt had never had a blowjob before, Sheldon had never seen him with a girlfriend … Matt wasn’t much of a looker with his crooked nose, pockmarked face, and chubby body. So forcing a guy to blow him and some of his other homely misfits, he saw as an alternative without them feeling shame, a blowjob was a blowjob indiscriminate of who administered it.

Sheldon barely heard a word the teachers said for the next three periods. He was beginning to regret what he got himself into trying to decide if he should show up at the private washroom or not. His stomach churned, he thought he might be sick at the reality of giving a guy a blowjob. Hell, he didn’t even know how, only the theory of it based on pictures he saw and schoolyard scuttlebutt.

He also feared Matt Wilkinson wasn’t at all serious and was setting him up for the fall by showing up for their sordid meeting and the guys would be waiting to laugh at him convinced then that he was a fag. He was in a no win situation.

Shelly peered around the corner of a hallway intersection  watching the private bathroom and observing the crowds looking for anyone milling about, especially Matt and his henchmen. With all the guts he he could muster, he walked to the door with the caution of a cat watching a bird to pounce on. He tried the door finding it unlocked and dared a peek inside the room. It was empty. Shelly hurried inside and locked the door, he was sweating profusely.

Long minutes went by, a few people tried the door handle, however the frightened teen thought that Matt would at least knock. He sat on the toilet and listened to students shuffling through the hallway in loud conversations, his eyes fixed on the door nervously grasping his upper thighs to the point they hurt.

Shelly’s blood turned cold when he heard three light raps on the door. His trembling turned to shaking as he walked toward the door. He unlatched the deadbolt and stood back several feet. Bile rose in his throat when he saw the longish silver scroll-handle inch downward and in walked Matt quickly locking the door behind him.

With a smile Matt said in a friendly tone, “Hey, Shelly. You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

Shelly remained silent unable to look Matt in the eye, where he was looking was not intentional, a lapse in better judgment. Matt began unbuckling his jeans.

“Glad to see you made it here … really didn’t think you would.” he said, the smile still on his face, opening his fly. “But I’m sure glad you came to your senses after all … I really didn’t wanna have to beat you up, ya know?”

Shelly saw the teen’s cock bulging his boxer briefs in the vee of the opening before Matt slipped his tight jeans down to his lower thighs, large balls were seen next filling the material under Matt’s upright erection contained in much the same way.

Matt hooked his  thumbs in the waistband, no longer smiling he said, “Get on yer knees, Shelly, your safety now on depends on it.”

Those final words were the reason he was there, no more bullying … if Matt was true to his words. Knee by knee they made contact with the tiles and Matt pulled his underwear down to meet his Jeans, Matt’s chubby six-inch cock sprung free and bobbed once or twice before pointing straight at Shelly’s face. Matt’s balls were large, they didn’t hang much, held tighter to his groin.

“Come on. buddy. Lets make a deal … I don’t have all day.”

Shelly closed his eyes and took the bulbous head in his mouth not touching the shaft with his hands. Matt’s last class must have been  gym, he tasted and smelled like soap, Shelly was grateful for that. He thought it might be as dirty as what he was doing.

Matt forced Shelly’s head further down his shaft, “Suck it, faggot, or else I’ll stick it up yer ass and listen to you bawl.”

Although Shelly never thought about it until then, he didn’t have any doubt Matt would do it. He began sucking moving his tight mouth across the shaft and back, Matt began face fucking him. Using his hand at the base prevented the cock going too deep and choking him.

It was over before Shelly knew it, Matt held his hair tight and was cumming in his mouth. After wiping the droplets over Shelly’s face, Matt pulled up his underwear and jeans.

 “Until the next time.” Matt said and was out the door.

Shelly washed his face and his mouth out, he had never been so humiliated in his life. He began to cry, his mouth over the spigot rinsing his mouth over and over again until the taste of Matt was finally expunged.

“Until the next time,” was the very next afternoon and every day the rest of the week. However, Matt was including a different one of his followers each day to participate. By week's end, Shelly had sucked four other guys off other than Matt. Matt seemed to enjoy sitting on the toilet seat stroking his cock as he watched his buddies getting off before he took his turn using Shelly’s mouth.

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Daddy Dearest Abuse

By Rob Loveboy

Edits by Len Homber

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Dedicated to victims of sexual abuse

Cory Clarke was eleven years old and an only child. He was hiding under his bed; it was Friday night knowing his father would come into his room looking for him. Cory dreaded weekends deathly afraid of his old man’s beatings if he didn’t quite please dear old dad. Sure enough, Cory caught a glimpse of the man when he opened the door, he was naked carrying a belt as usual. He would want a blowjob and then fuck Cory, all done with the belt around his neck very tight to ensure he was a good boy and obeyed orders.

His dad looked in the closet calling his name, “Cory, come out, come out wherever you are, I’ll find you and you’ll be in big trouble and force me to punish you with the belt.”

Cory’s mother had passed away when he was eight, that's when the sexual abuse started, Walter Clarke turned to the bottle. “You look so much like your mother …,” he would always say.

The first time it happened Cory woke up to his father sitting on the edge of the bed, his hand was inside Cory’s pajamas fondling him. The night light showed that his father was naked rubbing his huge penis up and down. He then got Cory to do it for him.

“All boys do this for their dads.” he said.

He was too young to know that wasn’t true. Thinking it was normal, he jerked his dad off fascinated by the white stuff that shot out of his pee hole. Walter went to his own room. That became a common occurrence over weekends, Cory did enjoy the feel of the man masturbating him, they would lie side by side and do each other. Cory would then clean up his father and hand with his tongue.

 “It’s good for you, Cory. Make you big and strong, otherwise you’ll never get bigger.” he said. “If it makes babies in ladies it must be good stuff, right?”

All was fine until Cory mentioned it to his best friend, Jacob, who looked at him funny and said he never did that with his dad. After a few more inquiries to other boys, he realized what he and his dad were doing wasn’t normal.

The next week he refused to comply. That’s when matters got worse and his father forced him to perform oral sex on him. Cory had welts all over his body from the belt before he gave in to the demands and lie between his father’s legs. Whenever he scraped his teeth on the shaft, he would get lashes with the belt until he learned how to do it properly. Walter even had Cory suck his balls, again he suffered if he accidently bit a testicle too hard causing his dad to yelp. Walter would squeeze his nuts painfully.

“You’re not even trying, you little bastard.”

Cory became very efficient at it in no time learning that if he masturbated the base of Walter’s cock and felt his balls, he would cum quicker and his hand acted as a barrier from being gagged and it would be over with sooner.

Anal sex followed a few weeks later. It hurt like hell and Cory would complain. That’s when Walter looped the belt around Cory’s neck and choked him if he cried. Cory would bite his pillow and grasp the head of the mattress as his father pounded away  mercilessly until he was ready to cum and force his dirty cock in Cory’s mouth to finish him off.

Walter began to call the boy a faggot, queer, cock sucker because Cory was pretending to like the abuse. One night he drove Cory to a park and let men use him while he watched to teach him a lesson for being queer. Cory sucked and got fucked by many men, but at least they were gentle. Being rebellious and spike his father, he would ride his bike to the park and have sex with men for money, twelve year old boys were a hot commodity for most men who cruised the park.

One summer day Cory molested a six year old neighbour’s  boy in the garage forcing the kid to suck him off and fuck him. Timmy’s mother caught them and all hell broke loose. Cory was sent to a reform school where he endured more abuse from older boys and adults.

He ran away from home when he was fourteen. Life on the street wasn’t easy, he turned to hustling men or having free sex for a meal and a bed. He met a man at a  cafe who claimed to have very popular actors and politicians who paid a lot of money to have sex with boys. Harry, became his pimp living at an all male brothel entertaining men in hotels or homes. He was taken to mansions were the rich and famous held orgies with many boys as young as seven years-old. Cory was star struck by many of the men who attended those parties that he had sex with.

He fucked a woman for the first time, her and her hubby liked sharing boys. He found pussy disgusting, but they paid a lot for his services. Cory discovered drugs readily available at these  orgy parties, whatever the boys wanted. By the age of fifteen, he was a addicted and the heroin began to take a toll on his good looks and income, he ended up back home with dad after he was arrested for soliciting and was returned home.

Walter had his slut-boy home and continued where he left off raping his son Fridays and Saturdays, however, Cory was used to sex by then. He got his just reward giving the old man HIV he contracted in the park, Walters weak immune system from the booze killed him two years later. Cory got treatment and survived the disease inheriting the house and his father’s money. He met an older man and they became lovers, Cory was finally happy with his life.

THE END …

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