Date: Thu, 6 Dec 2012 18:03:02 -0500
From: Jon Steynbeck <jon.steynbeck@gmail.com>
Subject: The Game Room 4

The Game Room 4

By Jon.Steynbeck@gmail.com

This story is fantasy.  It obviously never happened.

I have received a lot of great email on this series.  The following story
is based on an email I received with suggestions for future stories.  I
appreciate the suggestions and criticisms.

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My usual way of figuring out which boys to fuck was by observing them in
the game room.  It was fairly easy to tell which boys could be seduced by
just watching what kind of porn movies they watched on the computer I had
set up in the room.  If they tended to gravitate toward gay videos,
particularly those involving older men with younger men then the seduction
was relatively easy.  Those that watched only straight videos I tended to
leave alone since I don't believe in trying to convert boys into something
they are not wired to be.  Seduction was easy with boys who were either bi
or gay.  All I had to do was put them in situations where they could make
the first move, or react positively to some mildly sexual move on my part.
I always gave them an out, so if my impression of their sexual orientation
was wrong, I could pull back.  No harm, no foul.

One boy, Jason, that frequented the game room, presented me with an unusual
dilemma.  He seemed to be about 12 or 13 and well into puberty.  His voice
had lost its high pitched pre-pubescent quality, and although it would
occasionally crack, had the deeper tones of a teenager.  Furthermore, he
had a cocky quality not usually found among the younger boys.  When I
watched him in the game room from the remote set up in my bedroom I usually
saw him watching straight porn.  However, now and then he would drift to
the gay porn and watch it with the same seeming interest as the straight
ones.  It's not unusual for boys to be curious about a wide range of sexual
activity, even if its not something that necessarily arouses them.  But he
seemed to watch the gay porn more than could be attributed to "curiosity."

One problem he had which particularly bothered me was how he picked on the
boys who displayed any feminine traits.  I heard him use the word fag or
gayboy on several occasions and determined at some point I was going to
have to deal with it.  I had not set rules on that sort of thing because
till now there had been no need.  The boys generally got along and enjoyed
each other without the need for one-upmanship or put downs, so bringing up
behavior rules didn't seem necessary.

Over time I had come to the conclusion that he probably had gay feelings
and simply didn't know how to cope.  Maybe he had a parent or brother who
constantly put down gays, and he got it into his head that gay feelings
were somehow bad or disgusting.  Not too uncommon.  I'm no psychologist and
certainly didn't think it was my business to help this kid understand his
feelings, but maybe if in some small way I could help him come to terms
with who and what he was, it would be a good thing to do.

My opportunity came up unexpectedly one afternoon.  He was in the game room
playing videos with a younger boy when I heard him yell "you are such a
little faggot."  I heard the younger boy start crying so I went into the
room and grabbing Jason by the arm pulled him to my bedroom, telling him
"we are going to have a talk."

When we got to the room I slammed the door and sat on the edge of my bed
with him standing in front of me.  He looked startled and was shaking
slightly with fear.  The boys had never seen me angry, which probably
increased his anxiety.

I looked into his flushed face and asked him in a loud voice, "why do you
think it's ok to call other boys little fags?"

"Cause he acts like one," he said, his voice quavering.

"Oh, really," I yelled, "and what gives you the right to insult the other
boys just because you don't like the way they look or act."

"I don't like fags.  They're sick," he answered with a little more bravado.

I was feeling my blood boil and knew I had to control myself, but this kid
needed to learn a few things.  I could have just kicked him out of the
house, but I was afraid he might try some sort of retaliation against some
of the boys.  I sat there staring at him as a million solutions sped
through my brain.  I needed to do something dramatic that would shock his
little brain.

So, I instantly decided he needed a spanking.  If I put him across my knee
and gave him a spanking on his bare butt it might be just enough
humiliation to straighten him out.  Plus, no boy is going to go telling
anyone he got a spanking on his bare ass.  It would be too embarrassing to
discuss with anyone.

"Pull your pants down," I ordered.

He pulled back from me but I held him firmly by the arm.  "No way, " he
yelled back.

"I'm going to spank your ass, like it or not," I yelled as he struggled to
get away.

Seeing he was not going to comply I threw him face down on the bed with his
feet facing me.  Before he could scramble away I grabbed the waist band of
his shorts and pulled them off.  He tried to scramble off the other side of
the bed but I grabbed his feet and pulled him back toward me.  Being
dragged by his feet pulled his baggy t-shirt up to his armpits.  I grabbed
the back of his t-shirt where it was bunched up and tried to pull him to
his feet, but he was twisting around so much I only succeeded in pulling
the shirt over his head and off of him.  He was now totally naked.  So much
the better.  If a little humiliation was the goal, then being spanked naked
would only enhance it.

I grabbed hold of his arm and pulled him hard against me.  I wrapped my arm
around his back then twisted him on his stomach as I sat back down on the
edge of the bed.  He continued to struggle and yell even as I pinned his
upper thighs to my lap.  I held him for a minute while I caught my breath.
I was leaning over him so the weight of my body would keep him from
struggling off my lap.

Once I was breathing a little more normally I raised my hand and brought it
down sharply on his ass.  He let out a wail and I smacked him a second
time, then a third.  His pale bubble ass was beginning to glow red from the
spanking and even in my angry state I found it quite arousing.

As I continued I made the subsequent slaps less and less hard.  While his
struggles to get off my lap continued they were becoming less urgent and I
it almost felt as if he were struggling more for show than in a real effort
to stop the spanking.  Then I suddenly felt something between the inside of
my thighs.  He was getting an erection and it was pushing its way down
between my legs.  "Well," I thought, "it appears this isn't quite the
punishment I thought it was going to be."

I smiled then hit him, almost gently, the last two time.  I let my hand
rest on his bright red ass and then slowly caressed the sore globes.

After a couple of minutes I stood him up in front of me.  His throbbing
erect cock was sticking straight up till it almost touched his belly.  A
couple of drops of pre-cum were leaking from the head.  I was surprised by
the size of his cock. It was easily 6 inches with substantial girth and a
meaty purple head.  I knew some boys in the house, including me, who would
enjoy playing with it.

As I gazed at his cock I said, "it looks like my so called punishment
didn't have quite the effect I had expected."

"You didn't do that, it just happened," he snapped back defiantly.

"Whatever," I answered.  "Look, I didn't enjoy doing that to you, but you
really pushed me.  How about we make a deal."

"What," he answered, his defiance toned down.

"You promise you won't call the other boys names they don't like.  I like
you.  I think you are a nice kid and I like having you around the house.
If you can control yourself with the boys this won't ever happen again and
we won't even talk about it.  Deal?" I said, looking him in the eyes.

He was quiet for a minute, trying to figure out his options, then he
quietly answered, "kay."

He looked so beaten emotionally I wanted to hug him (and take his throbbing
cock in my mouth, if truth be told) but I knew this would probably only
freak him out.  So, I just smiled.

"Tell you what," I said.  "To show you there are no hard feelings how about
I give you one of my world class massages.  Normally, you'd pay 80 dollars
for it, but I'll drop the price to zero.  It will really make you feel
relaxed and good all over."

He just stared for a minute, then muttered, "I guess so."

"Great," I answered.  "Go climb up on the massage table and I'll get the
hot oils."

I keep a massage table in the bedroom for some of my in-call clients and as
he climbed up on his stomach I started to warm up the oils in the microwave
I keep in the bedroom for just that purpose.

I spent the next half hour giving him a normal massage, working on his
shoulders and back and working all the muscles in his limbs.  He had turned
into a rag doll from the pleasure of having his first massage.  As I worked
his lower back I kept moving close and closer to his still red butt.  I
felt no recoil from him as my hand started rubbing the upper part of his
globes but I didn't rush things.  I worked the upper muscles and slowly but
surely moved closer and closer to my target.  When I heard a low but
pleasurable moan from him I knew he was up a little more intimacy from my
hands.  I started to knead his round globed with my hands, spreading his as
cheeks more and more.  Finally I pulled them apart just enough to see his
perfect little rosebud.  It was a light pink and very tight.  I had to
control myself from putting my mouth on it for a taste.

As I worked his round meaty ass I slid my fingers closer and closer to his
perineum, one of the most sensitive areas of a boy, next to his cock.
Finally, my fingertip came in contact and I ran it up and down from his
ball sack to his hole.  He spread his legs slightly, inviting me to
continue so for several minutes I ran my fingernail up and down his
perineum while I gently caressed his back with my other hand.  Whatever
revulsion he had over being touched sexually by a man were completely gone.
He had his eyes closed and was letting out soft moans of pleasure.

As I continued to slide my finger up and down his perineum I let my finger
get closer and closer to the tight ring of his boy hole.  Finally, I let my
finger come in direct contact with the center of his pucker and gently
rubbed and circled the edges of his ass lips.  I could feel him slightly
thrusting his cock against the massage table.  I knew at his age, it would
take almost no effort to reach an orgasm and I wanted to keep him sexually
peaked till I was ready.

I reached over and pulled him to his side then helped him center himself in
the middle of the table.

"Time for the front, son," I told him quietly.

His cock was hard a rock and throbbing.  Copious precum had coated his
purple head and let if shiny and delectable.

I worked his shoulders, chest and legs while his cock maintained his rigid
state, then began to concentrate on his upper thighs, letting the tops of
my fingers rub the sides of his nutsack as I massages his inner thighs.
This elicited a strong couple of moans from him.

Finally, I began rubbing his stomach so his cock would come in contact with
the top of my hand.  More moans escaped him.  I knew he was ready.

I put a fresh squirt of hot oil on my hand then grasped his cock firmly and
coated it with the oil.  He thrust up into my hand, his body begging for
release.  I knew only a few more strokes would bring him to a climax.  I
wanted more.  Bending down I took his cock in my mouth and ran the head all
the way to the back of my throat.  He pushed his pelvis up and let out a
long and loud groan.  I pulled back till only half his cock was in my mouth
and worked my tongue under the crown of his meaty head.  The pre-cum was
flowing and I drew into my mouth.  As I slid my tongue back and forth under
the crown he started thrusting more urgently then let out a long deep grown
from deep in his chest.  I slid my mouth down his cock as he exploded,
sending a thick rope of boy cum into the back of my throat.  I grabbed the
base of his cock and jacked his cock as I pulled his cock up till only the
head was in my mouth.  I love the feel of a boy cock squirting delicious
cum into my mouth.  Once he had shot 4 or 5 thick ropes I pulled off his
cock and swallowed a big mouthful of his hot semen.

He was totally wasted and just laid there like a dishrag.  I was not done
and I knew only a little effort on my part would bring him back to a state
of arousal.

I let him rest for a few minutes while I quietly took off my shorts and t
shirt.  Then I put some more hot oil on his cock and slowly jacked it back
to hardness.  I avoided touching his super sensitive cockhead so as not to
arouse him from his blissful state.  As I worked his cock with one hand I
moved my other down under his ass and began caressing and spreading his ass
cheeks.  I found his pucker with my finger and gently probed, working the
tip inside him.  He didn't react other than to let out a sigh.

As I worked his cock and hole I managed to get my finger deeper into him
till I found his hot button.  Gently sliding my finger over it caused him
to thrust up and begin to ooze precum.  As I felt his arousal increasing I
slipped another finger inside him, and my two fingers on either side of the
peanut sized hot spot.  Sliding them back and forth made his cock throb in
my hand.  He was getting close to another orgasm.

Finally, I worked three fingers in him, which caused him a little pain, but
no protests.  I spread my three fingers to loosen up his pucker till his
hole loosened up the vice grip on my digits.  He was ready.  Taking my hand
off his cock, but keeping his hole spread I reached over and squeezed a
generous amount of lube on my cock, then put the tube down and worked the
hot oil all over my cock,

I slid him down the table till his his but was half off it.  I pulled my
fingers out of his hole and lifted his legs by the ankles.  When I spread
his legs his I could see his tight little pucker gaping a little, inviting
me in.  I moved around till my cockhead was right against his hole then
drove it in deep.  When I penetrated his hole he lifted his head and looked
at me with a pained expression.  I looked at him and told him to relax that
the pain would soon pass.  He didn't struggle or protest and just let his
head fall back to the table while he reached up and began squeezing his own
nipples.  If I didn't know better I would have thought he had been fucked
before.

I held my cock deep inside him for a couple of minutes till the look of
pain on his face changed to one of pleasure.  I began by giving him short
strokes to get him used to having a cock up his rectum.  Eventually, was
taking long smooth strokes in and out of tight ring.  As I pulled out his
tight ring would grip my shaft and extend itself outward until I pushed
back in.  I was as much aroused by the visual of my cock going in and out
of the boy as I was by the senstations his tight hole was having on my
cock.  Every single bit of my cock was wrapped in tight boy cunt and the
feeling was almost overwhelming.  I wanted this to last but it would be
impossible.  I could feel my orgasm begin to churn deep in my balls.  I
wanted to fill him with my thick man cum and just that thought was bringing
on an earth shattering orgasm.

I softly said to him, "Get ready, honey, I'm going to flood your hole with
my hot steaming cum.  You may feel it."

With that I gave one good deep thrust and held it while my cum shot up my
shaft and flooded his bowels.  He must have felt it because a stream of cum
leaked out his cock onto his belly.  As I held my cock deep in his rectum,
making short hard thrusts I grabbed his cock and stroked it, causing it to
shoot two long ropes of boy cum over his chest.  He tried to thrust his
pelvis but cock had him pinned to the table.

When the last of my cum was injected deep in his body I put his legs on my
shoulders and let us both rest for a minute.  Finally, my softening cock
slipped out of his boy cunt and my cock poured out of his hole and onto the
floor.  I grabbed a towel and wiped down his now purple boy pussy.  I
pulled him back up on the table and covered him with a couple of big bath
towels.  Kissing him on the forehead and whispered to him to just sleep it
off.