Date: Thu, 26 Sep 2013 12:11:10 -0700 From: Nanaimo Hard Subject: The Cabin (All events portrayed are fictional, if you like what you've read, write me at nanaimo_hard@hotmail.ca) One day during the summer when I was 12, I was walking alone through some nearby woods and found an old cabin.The roof and walls were all intact, and it was nice and dry inside. It was, in a word, perfect for my favorite pasttime. Once I'd confirmed that it was as perfect as it was, I stripped off my clothes down to my briefs. My 12 year old pecker was already hard as I thought about what I could do here, and I rubbed it through the material as I stood there looking around. There was a sleeping bag in the corner that didn't look like it had been used in some time (I was quite wrong about that), so I unzipped it and laid it out across the floor. That done, I slid my briefs down my skinny legs and laid down, naked, on the floor. I loved masturbating (still do, of course), having discovered it a year or two prior when I started to get erections. And when I started shooting cum, it became more fun. Especially when I discovered I liked the taste of it. I knew I was probably gay, always thinking about other boys or even men when I played with myself, but I didn't care. I laid there with my eyes closed, fantasizing about what some of my teachers might look like naked. My hands explored my virtually hairless body, there was only a small tuft of hair at the base of my cock, blonde as the hair on my head. My cock was standing straight up in the air as I pinched my nipples, and then ran my hands under me to fondle my ass, fingers just skirting the edges of my virgin hole. And suddenly I heard the door open. My eyes flew open to see a man standing there in a pair of jeans and tank top. He was older, greying hair, muscular, hairy chest from what I could see. I was panicked, but couldn't bring myself to stop touching myself. His eyes had widened upon seeing me, and he smiled as he saw my young, nearly hairless body lying there. "Come here often?" "No..." I was nervous but still couldn't stop running my hands over myself. "I just found this place." "Well, it's on my property." He grinned. "So if you want to come here and play with yourself you'll need to pay the toll." "Toll?" I asked, confused, but having an idea of what was coming. He closed a deadbolt I hadn't noticed, and walked over. "Get up on your knees, boy." he snapped. I was powerless to resist his command, and was now face to face with a significant bulge in his jeans. "You ever played with a man's cock before?" "No sir." I whispered. He undid his pants, and let them drop, and his thick 7" cock slapped me in the face. "Grab it." he growled. I did, it was heavy and hot in my small hand. He stepped out of his pants, and pulled his tank over his head while I examined his member. "You like it, boy?" "Y..yes sir." I couldn't speak any louder than a whisper, fearful that if I spoke louder I would wake up from this fantasy. "Good. Now put it in your mouth." I looked up at him, unsure. "Do it you little boyslut." He growled at me. A little scared now, I opened my mouth. "Stick out your tongue." A moment after I did, my mouth was suddenly full of his cock, he had a fistful of my hair, fucking my mouth. The head pushed into the top of my throat, gagging me. He didn't care, using me like a sex toy, and I didn't understand why, but my young cock was throbbing like crazy in response. Eventually, he pulled his cock out of my mouth and started rubbing it against my face, covering it with my spit and what I later realized was his precum. "You like sucking cock, little boy?" I was gasping for breath and couldn't answer. But I think the state of my cock gave him all the answer he could want. "Yeah, you got a good mouth on you, perfect for sucking." He grinned, still holding my head by the hair. It hurt, but I was enjoying it and couldn't figure out why. And then he pushed his cock back in my mouth, using both hands in my hair now as he pumped his hips. It went on for some time, he was moaning in obvious pleasure as he used me. Eventually, he pulled out of my mouth again. "Admit it, you're getting off on this, aren't ya?" "Yes..." I whispered, feeling ashamed. "That's good. Then you're going to enjoy this even more." With that, he grabbed me and flipped me over onto my hands and knees. Then he slapped my butt, hard, drawing a moan from my lips. "You like that, little boy?" And then another slap. And another. Over and over. Each time with that same question. Finally I gasped out "Yes." "Yeah, I thought you did." I could hear the mocking grin on his face. And then there was an instant of blinding pain as he pushed his thick cock into my ass. I screamed, briefly. "Shut up, you love it." he snapped, and to my surprise, after a minute or two I did. "Yeeaah, I knew you'd love getting fucked, little boy, you have that look about you." I was moaning loudly now, his massively thick cock pleasuring my small ass. "You like getting buttfucked little boy?" "Y-yes..." I groaned, pressure in my cock building until I blasted cum all over the floor under me. "Yeah, good boy." He groaned, then pulled back out of my ass, flipped me over onto my back into the puddle of cum I'd left, then I saw him shoot his own cum all over me. My face and chest were soaked. All done, he put his clothes back on, and walked to the door. Looking back at me, he smirked. "Actually, I don't own this place." He laughed and left me laying there, soaked in his cum. All I could think to do was to drag a finger through it to taste it.