The Thrill of the Chase

By Pink Panther

This is a new, one-off short story. It depicts sexual activity between adult men and underage boys. If this is not what you wish to read, please leave this page now. If it is illegal for you to read this type of material, you probably shouldn't. If you do still decide to read it, neither I nor Nifty can be held responsible for the consequences. Now we've got that out of the way, please read on and enjoy! I love to receive feedback from my readers. Please send your comments to archimedes294@hushmail.com and I'll get back to you as soon as I can! Even though this is a one-off story, if there's enough interest, I may write some more stories about these characters.

It's the summer of 1986. It's Saturday afternoon, and I'm strolling along the main street, heading to the cinema. This is Thatcher's Britain. It was pretty tough for the first few years after she came to power, with businesses closing down and unemployment going through the roof.

More recently, things have begun to improve. Big changes are happening, with the sell-off of public utilities and tenants being given the right to buy their council houses. In a few months' time, we'll see the opening up of financial services, the so-called `Big Bang'.

As old industries have declined, new opportunities have opened up for those with the brains and the energy to take advantage. That's me. I'm in business-to-business sales, and I'm good at it. When I started my present job, I soon realised that I could hit my targets without having to work that hard. If I put in a bit of effort, I could earn some real money.

So that's what I do. I don't just work with the customers the company gives me, I go out and find new ones. Apart from the hard work, what's the secret of my success? First of all, people buy from people they like. I've got lots of self-belief. I've always been able to talk, and I know how to make people smile and put them at their ease. I'm good-looking too, so people tell me. That gets me in the door.

The second thing is that I'm not greedy. I always leave some for the other guy. Remember, you can only screw somebody once. Longer term, people buy from those they trust. Over the past couple of years, most of the commission I've earned has come from repeat business. That's because I make deals that are good for us and good for the customer. Everybody wins.

I'm part of a new breed. We're known as Yuppies. It stands for `young and upwardly mobile'. That's me, alright. At the age of twenty-eight, I have the trappings of success: company car, two-bedroomed flat in a good area, stylish clothes and money in my pocket.

What I don't have is a wife and kids; not into that shit. I like boys, mainly ones aged eleven to fourteen, with a little flexibility either way. I like their boyish faces, their smooth, slim bodies and their hard, uncut cocks, not to mention their tight, fuckable arses.

That's why I'm here right now. The place I'm going to has a certain reputation. On Saturday afternoons and during school holidays, boys go there, looking to make a little pocket money. They're mainly kids from the run-down council estates that were hit hard a few years back when lots of people lost their jobs.

I reach the cinema, heading straight to the ticket office. I buy my ticket and make my way to the auditorium; not pitch-black, but dark enough. I guess no more than a quarter full; people dotted around in different places. You could say the supervision is not what it might be. `Minimal' would be a polite word for it.

I slowly make my way up the aisle, my eyes becoming accustomed to the light. I spot a lad that I met a few weeks ago; blond hair, cute face, nice little body; very accommodating too! Unfortunately, I've missed the boat; an older guy is already sitting next to him. Not a problem; there'll be other times.

I move on. A few rows further back, I notice a boy that I haven't seen before. He's taller than the blond kid; looks like he has straight dark hair. He's sitting on his own, a few seats in. I reach the end of his row; glance across. He's wearing shorts. It might not mean anything. On the other hand, it could be an indication of why he's here.

I stroll along; sit down immediately to his right. He doesn't react at all; just keeps staring at the screen. That's okay. It's what they do. I look down to my left. Very slim thighs, his brief denim shorts leaving most of them on view. Nice!

Okay, I know the drill; wonder if he does. I open my legs, so my left is brushing against his right; still no reaction. That's good. If he wasn't interested, he'd have pulled away.

I gently place my left hand on his right thigh and begin to stroke. It's beautifully smooth, but very firm; almost hard. It's like he's all skin and bone. He opens his legs slightly, telling me it's okay to continue.

I slowly move my hand onto the front of his shorts. He's rock-hard; dick throbbing with his heartbeat. Wonderful! He's not just here for the money; he's up for it! I lean across.

"What's your name?"

"Gary."

"Hi Gary, I'm Simon. How old are you?"

"Eleven."

If that's right, he's tall for his age and his prick's bigger than I'd have expected. It doesn't matter. He could have told me he was thirteen; wouldn't have made any difference.

I take off my jacket; put it over us. I reach underneath; undo the button at the top of his shorts and pull down the zip. He lifts his bum slightly so I can pull them down onto his thighs. A moment later, his underpants follow. This is going well!

I take hold of his penis; uncut, fairly slim. I'm guessing at least four inches. Very nice! Moving down, I cradle his balls; well-formed and allowing a bit of movement.

"Can you cum?" I ask.

"Yeah!"

"Cool!"

I slip my hand between his legs and begin to stroke his perineum.

"You can go all the way with me if you want," he whispers. "Five quid if we do it in the toilets. Ten if you want to take me somewhere else."

Taking a kid I've never met back to my flat could be a bad move.

"Okay, toilets," I tell him. "Have you done this before?"

"No, it's my first time."

Somehow, I sensed it might be.

"Right! I'll go first. Give me a minute, then follow me, okay?"

"Sure!" He pulls up his underpants and shorts. "When we get in there, you've got to give me the money first."

It's the usual pack-drill; it's what they all say. I guess he's been briefed by one of the older lads.

"No problem."

I put on my jacket; make my way back along the row. I wonder if he'll go through with it. As I leave, I notice that the boy I spotted earlier is no longer where he was; the guy he was with isn't there either. Interesting!

I head to the gents; step inside and check the place out. There are three stalls; the middle one's occupied; the others are vacant. I've got a pretty good idea what that's about. Other than that, the place is deserted. I step up to the urinal, take my cock out and pretend I'm having a pee.

A minute later, Gary appears. I finally get a proper look at him: straight, dark hair with a nice shine to it, slightly mischievous face with a few freckles over his nose, long, slim legs. He'll do for me!

I put my dick away; jerk my head towards the stalls. I usher him into the one by the wall and bolt the door. I don't wait to be asked, handing the kid a £5 note. He stashes it in his sock. I step up onto the toilet; before we get started, there's something I need to do.

I look over the partition. As I expected, the blond-haired boy is bent over the toilet, shorts and underpants around his ankles, tee-shirt pushed up under his armpits. Standing behind, a guy I'd reckon to be in his late forties is fucking his arse. The kid's grimacing, biting his lower lip. He's feeling it alright!

Grinning, I step back down. Gary grins back. He knows what I've seen; it's written on his face. I sit on the toilet; open the front of his shorts. They fall to the floor. He pulls up his tee-shirt. He's wearing skimpy white underpants. I quickly skin them down his legs.

Having given them a good grope, I've already got a pretty good idea about his boy-parts. I'm not disappointed; uncut cock, just over four inches long and straight as an arrow, foreskin just covering the tip. Balls are quite big for an eleven-year old, and hang down slightly; not a trace of hair. Gorgeous!

I lean forwards; take him into my mouth. I suck him right down to the root, foreskin sliding back as I devour his beautiful cock. Fuck! He tastes and smells of hot, sexy boy. I can't get enough of it. It's like the best drug in the world.

I give it a couple of minutes and let him go. He promised me a fuck, and a fuck is what I'm going to have. I stand up. He doesn't hesitate; opens my trousers and gets them right down. Takes hold of my trendy boxer shorts and pulls them down too.

He wraps his hand round my cock; seven inches, uncut, average thickness. Doesn't seem fazed at all. He kneels on the floor; licks his lips; goes down on me. Holy shit! This might be the first time he's done rent; it's not the first time he's sucked cock. He's good! The sensations are extraordinary. I stroke his hair; it feels like silk.

Two minutes pass. I'm getting close; ease him off me, move out of his way. He bends over the toilet. I kneel down behind; admire his beautiful little bum. Pull his cheeks apart; lean in. More boy-musk, even stronger here. Fuck! I start to lick him out. After just a few seconds, my tongue pops inside. Right! It's not the first time he's had this done to him either.

I retrieve the tube of K-Y from my trouser pocket; lube up my fingers. Taking it steady, I push my index finger right up him. He doesn't even murmur. He's pretty tight; goes with being so slim. He's done well!

I push in a second finger; cork-screw my two digits around to loosen his ring. No problem there either. The picture's becoming clearer by the second. Don't know who did it, but he's been well-trained. Now he's making it work for him.

I smear K-Y over my cock; move into position, guide it onto his starfish. I take a deep breath and push hard. The head pops through his anus. Fuck! It feels so good!

I hold him around the tops of his thighs. Slowly thrust in deeper; ream his tight little tunnel. After a minute, I'm right where I want to be; my cock balls-deep in his arse.

I take a moment to steady myself. Pull back, two, three, four inches; slam right in again. I start to fuck; in, out, in, out, harder, faster, deeper, harder, faster, deeper. His boy-hole's so warm and tight. Oh, yeah! I'm fucking the kid senseless!

I reach down; my fingers closing round his throbbing spike. I'm on the home straight now; it won't be long. I absently fondle his prick, still pounding into him. Suddenly, he starts to shake, his boy-hole going into spasm around my cock. His penis swells and pulses; little drops of boy-juice squirt through my fingers and over the toilet.

Fuck! I made him cum while I was screwing him; hadn't expected that! I grab him around the thighs, plunging right in. My cock jerks violently. Hot creamy spunk spurts over and over, deep inside his boy-hole.

Finally, it's done. My head's spinning. What a fuck that was! I wait for a while till I start to come down. Right now, I'm somewhere near the ceiling.

I begin to recover my composure. I gently pull out. I step away. Gary's bum-hole twitches. A little jet of spunk splutters out; trickles down his legs. Fuck! I've filled the kid's arse! That's worth every penny I paid him. It's time to go. I quickly pull up my boxer shorts and trousers.

"I'll see you again!" I whisper, smiling.

He gives me a cheeky grin. I unbolt the door; make my out. Stride along the corridor, through the foyer, onto the street. Fuck! That was a blast!

Next Saturday, I'll be back. Maybe I'll meet him again; take him back to the flat; give him a proper seeing-to, lying face-down, pillow under his hips. Perhaps it'll be the blond kid; the same goes for him. Or it could be a boy I haven't met before. I'm really not that bothered. It's the thrill of the chase.