Date: Sun, 12 Feb 2012 16:19:46 -0500
From: Story Writer <soggystories@gmx.com>
Subject: Taking an Emo Boy's Cherry 2 (M/m, oral, anal)

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 ***

 It was a couple of days before I saw Skyler at the store again. He acted
shy and awkward, and every time he looked up at me I could see he was
blushing a little.

 I had some videos to stock, so I went around the counter and brushed by
Skyler.

 "Hey faggot," I said quietly.

 "Hey," he said cutely and smiled at me.

 Good boy.

 And that was all I said to him.

 I'm sure he was confused. I could feel him behind me as I stocked the
videos, trying to figure out if he should say anything while not looking
too obvious as he stood there. Finished with my task, I turned back toward
the counter. I smiled at him as I walked by, but said nothing.

 He stood around for a few more minutes, trying to pretend to look at the
movies. Finally, after I could tell he couldn't take it anymore, he grabbed
one and brought it up to the counter.

 I was perfectly polite with Skyler, asking him if he had found everything
all right, smiling and saying I hoped he enjoyed the movie. He had a
confused look on his face, but I said nothing. Quietly, he left the store.

 The next few days were like that. He would come in, shyly try to talk to
me, I would smile but not offer much.

 I admit this might seem a little mean, but I needed to get Skyler to work
for what he wanted. He needed to want me -- need me -- in his life, not
simply go along when I asked him to.

 I wanted the kid desperate.

 Luckily, desperation is a particular talent of teenage boys, and it didn't
take more than a week before he finally cornered me in the store when the
only other customer had left.

 "Hey!" he said, a little louder than I think he intended.

 "Yes?" I said, smiling.

 "Well um...I mean...are we gonna hang out again?"

 I smiled at his euphemism.

 "Would you like that?" I asked.

 "Well...yeah," he said. He looked at the floor and started tracing
something with his shoe. "I mean if you wanna."

 "Come back tomorrow," I said. "Today's not gonna work." I turned away and
started putting some movies on the shelf.

 Skyler was so shocked, I think, he didn't even say anything. He just left
the store.

 He was back the next day, though, as I knew he would be.

 This time, I approached him quickly, with a small bag.

 "Today's not gonna work either," I said. Skyler's face fell. "But tomorrow
would be good," I said.

 I handed him the bag.

 "Come tomorrow wearing this. And I don't want to see you with anything on
over it, either," I said.

 "Oh--okay," Skyler said, voice warbling. "And then we can hang out?"

 "Yep. But only if you wear this."

 "OK, sure," he said, smiling.

 "See you tomorrow Skyler."

 "Bye!" he said, practically skipping out of the store. What a gayboy.
 ***
 When I saw Skyler the next day, he was trying to hide.

 He was in the store, but sort of slinking along a back wall, facing the
movies.

 "Skyler!" I called out, across the store.

 He turned over his shoulder and looked at me, like a deer in the
headlights.

 "Come over here!" I called.

 He had to face the rest of the store in order to walk toward me, but it
was clear he didn't want to. As he turned around, it became clear to the
world why.

 I had given him one article of clothing, a t-shirt. This particular
t-shirt was baby pink in color, and was in fact a "women's cut" t-shirt,
with short sleeves that barely came down past the shoulders, showing off
nearly all of Skyler's pale arms. It also happened to be several sizes too
small for Skyler, something I knew full well (it had been purposely too
small on the first boy I bought it for, too). As a result, it was riding up
above his belly button, and despite his periodic efforts to yank it down,
it was showing off all of his flat, smooth belly. His tight jeans were
accentuated around his hips with nothing to hide his waist, and I could see
the thin line of his underwear band peaking out the top.

 But all of that was not why Skyler was acting even shyer than usual; not
why his face was a shade of deep pink darker than the shirt he was wearing.

 It was because that t-shirt had one word, in big, black, block letters
across the middle:

 FAGGOT

 The stretchy material of the t-shirt looked nearly painted on to Skyler's
body, and I could see his puffy teenage boy nipples poking through on
either side of the word, as if giving it a little bit of emphasis.

 A couple of people saw him as he turned around, and they quickly turned
away. I heard one loud snicker from a young man near the entrance.

 Skyler started walking toward me, about as quickly as he possibly could
without flat-out running. I told the other cashier on duty that I was going
on break. She looked at Skyler with a skeptical glance.

 "Nephew," I said with a shrug. She smiled and shook her head.

 I met Skyler on the other side of the counter, and took him over near the
door to the office.

 "It's nice to see you," I said with a cheery smile.

 He looked at me like I had four heads.

 "Why did you want me to wear this?!" he said in a frantic whisper.

 "Do you not like it?" I said, pretending to pout. "I got it just for you!"
(OK, not technically true.)

 "Dude...I got yelled at on the way over here! Three guys in a car that I'm
pretty sure go to my school drove by and said 'hey faggot' and started
laughing, and I had to sneak out of my house but I'm pretty sure my
neighbor saw, and like--"

 "Whoa, whoa, slow down there Skyler," I said, and placed a hand on his
shoulder comfortingly. "Now look, I just wanted to see if you were willing
to demonstrate what you really are, that you really want to be with me and
that you understand what that means."

 He crossed his arms and looked at me skeptically. "That I'm a faggot," he
said with little emotion.

 "Yes, Sky, that you're a cocksucking fag and that you need to accept it."

 "OK, but geez, I don't have to tell everyone in the world."

 "It helps if you do," I said. Left unsaid was that I knew this would get
him some cock, wanted or not, from other men or boys at his school, and
that was just fine with me.

 "I still don't see why I have to--"

 "Skyler, do you want to come over tonight or not?"

 "Well yeah I do but--"

 "Then stop being such a little bitch about this. I get off in an hour,
just hang out here and then we'll go."

 He looked at me with wide eyes.

 "You want me to stay here for an HOUR? With this on?"

 "Yes Skyler, if you want to come home with me," I said simply.

 He looked at the floor. "Fine," he said dejectedly.

 Good boy.

 ***

 After an hour of Skyler trying to make himself as invisible as possible
"reading" the backs of movie cases, my shift ended. The 14-year-old looked
incredibly relieved, although the blush on his face hadn't subsided in the
least.

 Once we got to the parking lot, he nearly ran to my car. He didn't say
much on the ride over to my place.

 When we got inside, I threw my keys down, took Skyler's hand and pushed
him up against a wall. I pressed my mouth to his and pushed my tongue
inside. He knew what to do, and sucked on it expertly, grinding the rest of
his body against mine.

 "So," I said, breaking off the kiss. "Why are you here, Skyler?"

 "What? Um...I mean..." He blushed. "Cuz I like you."

 "And you like doing things with me?"

 "Yeah."

 "What did you like doing with me?"

 "You know..." he said, looking at the floor.

 "Skyler, look at me," I said, holding his chin up so I could see his
eyes. "Let me ask it a different way: What did you like doing with me,
faggot?"

 "S...sucking. Sucking your...cock."

 "Are you a cocksucker?"

 "Y--yeah. I'm a cocksucker."

 "Then get on your knees."

 The boy sank to his knees without complaint. He began unbuckling and
unzipping my pants without having to be asked. He pulled them down along
with my boxers, and immediately got his mouth on my cock.

 "Mmm, good boy," I said. "Good little eighth grade boyslut."

 I let him work on my shaft for a good five minutes, periodically taking
fistfuls of his hair and shoving my mancock down his throat. He would
choke, but didn't complain, and after a few times he started to get the
hang of having a man throatfuck him.

 But this was our second time together. Our second "date" if you will. And
there was only one way this boy was going home: seeded.

 ***

 I got Skyler into my bedroom and began stripping him. He seemed happy to
have the shirt finally off, and when I undid his jeans and he stepped out
of them, I could see his hard boydick straining through a pair of electric
blue boxerbriefs with little lightning bolts all over them. Just like last
time, there was a wet spot.

 "You're such a gayboy," I said. I reached out and stroked him through his
underwear. "Getting hard and wet just from sucking a man's cock." I could
feel the middle schooler blushing as I pulled his undies down his soft,
smooth thighs.

 His boydick popped out, but I ignored it.

 "Get on the bed," I said. "Face down."

 I went into the bathroom and pulled off my shirt and socks, grabbing my
lube on the way out.

 My fagboy was lying on the bed, ass up, but looking at me with concern.

 "Don't worry," I said, spreading lube on two of my fingers. "You loved
this last time."

 I knelt next to him on the bed, and began circling his pink, cherry
fuckhole with my slippery fingers. He gasped softly. I teased his boyhole
with my fingertips, pushing them into the virgin very slightly.

 "You want this?" I asked.

 "Y...yeah," Skyler said.

 "Ask for it."

 "Put...put your fingers in me."

 I leant down close to him, so that my body was leaning on top of him and
my face was right next to his. "You want me to FINGERFUCK you, QUEERBOY?"

 "Y--yes. Finger...fingerfuck m--AHH!" he yelled out as I plunged both
fingers in all the way. His face squinched up as he struggled to
accommodate having his boypussy stuffed. But then, with one fingertip, I
stroked his prostate, and his eyes flew open. He gasped.

 "Like that?" I said.

 "Ye--yesss" he said, his voice catching before he exhaled deeply.

 "Good," I said.

 Because I'm nice, I gave him another minute or two of fingerfucking. Still
just two fingers, because I wanted to feel him stretch around my cock. Then
I rolled him onto his back.

 "Lift your legs up," I said, and when he did I teased his pink boypucker
with my fingers again. Then I grabbed the lube and began shining my cock.

 "Um..." he said, looking at me with worry. I didn't respond.

 Once my cock was slick (for his benefit, I might add), I climbed on top of
him. The boy was nervous, but still holding his legs up to give me access
to his most private sanctum. The kid wanted to be fucked.

 I reached down and positioned my mancock at his tight virgin little
boyhole.

 "Um, I dunno if...like..." he trailed off.

 I pushed.

 "OH FUCK!" he said, and tried to push me away, as my cockhead worked its
way into his cherry boycunt.

 "Just take this," I said. "You know this is what you need."

 The boy whimpered but stopped trying to push me away, at least until I
started pushing again. His hands flew up.

 "No, I mean I don't think I'm ready--"

 I grabbed his hands and held them against the bed, above his head. His
body was stretched out beneath me and I was pinning him from head to, well,
ass.

 "This is what you were meant for, Skyler," I said, and pushed a little
harder. My cockhead popped in and the boy gasped loudly as I physically
took his boycherry. My 33-year-old cock was far larger than anything that
had ever been up his ass before.

 "Yeah, that's right little faggotboy," I crooned to the
fourteen-year-old. "Take my fucking mancock up your boypussy."

 I began sinking into Skyler's fuckchute as he continued to whimper. I was
about half-way in at this point, and I could feel his young ass stretching
to accommodate me. My cock is slightly thicker at the base, so I could feel
his sphincter stretch the more I went in, while simultaneously I was aware
of my cockhead plowing open his virgin boycunt, deeper and deeper and
deeper.

 "Nnnnnnggg," he moaned as I stretched him out.

 At about three-quarters in, he gasped and his thighs, which had been sort
of off to the side of my body, clamped around me as he tried to wrap me in
his legs.

 That was his prostate.

 I pulled out slightly, so I could thrust back and forth over the boy's
fuckbutton. He gasped again, whimpered, mewled, and sounded like the
perfect little bottombitch.

 "You like that Sky?"

 "Yeah! Ohhh...wow."

 "You like being fucked?"

 "Y--yes. I like being...fucked."

 "Beg for it."

 "P--please. F--fuck me. Fuck me." I gave a little thrust across his
prostate. "Unnh! Please fuck me!" Skyler cried out.

 And so I did. I slammed into him. Shoved the remaining inch or two of my
cock down as deep as it would go.

 Skyler cried out, his back arching and his legs straining against me. I
waited a moment to allow him to feel full, his boypussy completely stuffed
with a man's cock.

 "Oh, shit," he said quietly. I moved back and forth a little bit, gently,
and he moaned.

 "See, I knew you would like this Skyler," I said.

 "Yeahhhh," the boy said and exhaled.

 "This is what your body was made for, Skyler," I said as I began
withdrawing and thrusting into him again. "You were born to be a man's
bitch."

 He threw his head back and started moaning as I began fucking him. I
withdrew almost to the tip, then slammed my cock back into him. I did this
over and over, fucking Skyler hard.

 He whimpered as I used him. My balls slapped against his smooth little ass
and I knew I wouldn't last much longer. I reached down and started stroking
the boy's nearly-five-inch dick, which was throbbing and leaking with each
of my thrusts.

 At 14, I shouldn't have been surprised that it only took a few strokes.

 "Oh FUCK," Skyler cried out, arching his back
again. "Justinnnnnn-nnnggggg!"

 "Yeah take my mancock, cum like the little faggot bitchboy you are Sky!" I
said as he began to spurt. He moaned uncontrollably, then exploded.

 Skyler's boygasm managed three or four good squirts, the largest one
nearly hitting his nipple, and then quite a lot of dribbling onto my
hand. I scooped up as much as I could into my palm and lifted it to his
face.

 "Eat some of this Skyler," I said, as the boy breathed heavily from a hard
cum and my cock still inside him.

 Skyler stuck out his tongue and lapped a bit of it up. I tilted my hand so
that more of his boyseed ran into his mouth, then as he began to drink some
of it, I pushed my hand flat against his face and began smearing his boycum
all over his face. I wanted him to feel like the slutboy he was.

 Skyler's face glazed with teenage boycream, I moved my hands back down to
his hips so I could focus on pounding him. I held onto him firmly as I
pistoned into his boyhole. He began whimpering again, and as I increased
the tempo and began fucking the kid harder, those whimpers turned to cries.

 "Fuck, not so hard!" he cried out, and I could see his eyes were watering.

 I didn't care. This boy needed to be seeded, and this was how I was going
to take him. I fucked him even harder.

 "Ahhh!" he cried out, but I was already there.

 "FUCK yes, TAKE this you little FAGGOTBOY! Take my mancum as I TAKE your
cherry!" I slammed into the emoboy and started emptying my balls, breeding
the eighth grader.

 I can't even count how many times I shot into the little emofag's
boypussy. Seven? Ten? Twelve? I know that I shot enough seed up his boycunt
that it quickly became a squelching, spermy mess that we could both hear as
I gently thrust my way through my orgasm comedown.

 I had taken his cherry all right. Taken it, busted through it and hosed it
down. The boy was bred for life and I knew he'd never forget it.

 "Fuck yes," I said as I lay on top of him, my mancock still impaling him,
leaking a few more drops of sperm into the boy. Wrapping him in his arms as
I was, I felt inspired, and reached out and kissed him on the neck.

 He nuzzled against me and cooed. I picked a spot on his pale, smooth neck
and sucked hard for a few seconds.

 "Hey!" he said, giggling. I knew it was enough to give the boy a visible
hickey, although he was probably too immature to realize it at the moment.

 "Just showing you that I like you," I said, smiling.

 "I like you too..." he said. "It's just...it was a lot there at the end."

 "I know," I said, and felt my softening cock twitch a little in his spermy
fuckchute. "But I was pretty sure you could handle it. And you do need to
learn to take it."

 "Because I'm a faggot."

 "Exactly!" I said, smiling.

 He grinned. "OK then. I guess it's worth it for what you were
doing...inside me."

 "I know, Skyler. That's how I'm so sure you were born to be a little
bottom faggotboy." I didn't let him in on the secret that most men, even
many straight men, enjoy having their prostate massaged. Let the boy
believe that he'd been proven to be a usable gayboy bitch for now.

 "And now I've marked you, Skyler," I said. "My seed inside you makes you
my property."

 He giggled. "Oh my god that's so pervy."

 "You're the one with a man's sperm shoved up your ass," I said, leaning in
and kissing him gently. "Besides, you've already agreed to be my bitch. And
today, I've made you exactly that."

 He was silent for a few minutes. I reveled in the feeling of his smooth,
immature body underneath me, his tight but stretched little ass beginning
to leak my semen.

 "Justin, I..." he trailed off, and looked at me. I could see him gathering
up the courage. "I think I love you," Skyler said softly. He blushed. If we
had been standing up, he would have looked at the floor.

 "I know, Skyler," I said to him, kissing him on the cheek. "I know."

 And I felt my cock leak one more drop of sperm into the kid's busted
little boycunt.

 ***

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