(m/b - oral, anal)
" Through every forest, above the trees. Within my
stomach, scraped off my knees. I drink the honey inside your hive. You are the
reason I stay alive. " -NIN
--- July 11 ---
The weirdest thing about this country
sanatorium is the kids...They don't look sick!
Oh, they are pale and rachitic,
assuredly in bad shape. But otherwise, I'm always inclined to think the
contrary seeing them cavort in their colorful pajamas.
In the morning, the gang of ten boys
kicks a soccer ball in the sterile hallways. Their screams of joy blare out
through the walls of the hospital. Then, they spend hours playing hide and
seek in the maze of rooms and passages. None of the kids go outside. Probably
because of a UV rays allergy?
For that matter, the windows are painted
black to protect them from the sun. It is quite peculiar. Fools would surely
believe they are vampires. Lovely leeches draining the regional blood bank to
a record low!
I don't want to ask too many questions.
I'm just a gardener after all. Lawns and plants are my domain, not medicine.
The lady doctor in charge of the establishment seems to know what she's doing.
She pays me surprisingly well to tend
the vast gardens behind the sanatorium. The workload is staggering.
Thankfully, I'm not alone. There are six full-time employees here. Sturdy men
in the prime of life, a few illegal immigrants: an Albanian and a Mexican
fellow. I get along well with the group and enjoy the amenities. Our bedrooms
on the top floor are sumptuous and the food is simply fantastic.
Can't complain about anything. That's
for sure. Ever since I've been hired last week, I am treated like a V.I.P.
customer at a grand hotel! This gig turned out better than I could ever
imagine. However, I can't get rid of this bizarre impression nagging me...
Can't really put my finger on it. Let's just say, all this seems to good to be
I think the behavior of the ill children
is the source of my mistrust. Whenever I go inside to grab a drink, there are
always a few of them lurking in the shadows. They leer at me with their creepy
piercing eyes and ashen faces. They throw me diabolic smiles that expose their
sharp little teeth. I can't deny it makes my skin crawl, especially the way
they communicate with a secret language. No wonder their families chose to
forsake them and never visit.
All of the young patients have a
disquieting particularity. One of them licks his lips constantly and scratches
his elbows. Another one climbs on my lap as soon as I take a seat. He suckles
his thumb in a manner that can only be considered, well... obscene.
Hugo, the youngest of the boys at seven,
sketches dicks. I am always mesmerized by his little blond head diligently
leaning above his work. He wears round glasses which give him the appearance
of a pint-sized professor. His miniature fingers hold the pencil clumsily as
he fills up a multitude of scrapbooks with one subject, dicks and more dicks.
The drawings are coarse and naive, similar to the graffiti you see on the
walls of public restrooms. All dicks, limp or hard, circumcised or uncut, with
hairy balls or smooth. Sometimes, he adds small circles next to the glans to
simulate a spurt of spunk!
Strange little one...
"You like my drawrings?" he
asked me once.
"Erh...yes. It's pretty," I
The tyke beamed, utterly ecstatic that
someone showed an interest in his masterpieces.
--- July 14 ---
I probably shouldn't be writing this
down. My hand is shaking so much that I can barely attach the letters
together. But for some reason, I feel compelled to have a record, if only to
remind myself it actually happened. From now on, this journal shall be kept
under lock and key.
For this evening, Hugo, the budding
pornographic artist, grabbed my wrist and dragged me forcefully. I followed
the blond angel pass the swinging doors of the sanatorium's kitchen. At this
time, the staff had gone home and only a dim security light illuminated the
stainless steel counters. The little boy lured me to a corner.
"What do you want, Hugo?" I
"Look," he whispered, lowering
his pajama bottom to the knees. With two fingers, he pinched his tiny erection
and glanced up.
"You are a naughty one," I
chuckled, peering at his small genitals.
He nodded enthusiastically.
My eyes scanned the kitchen as the
fear of being discovered with a half-naked child hastened my pulse. When I
returned my attention to the boy, he was pulling down the zipper of my jeans.
"What are you doing?" I said,
feigning shock. Obviously, the boy deemed he deserved a peek once he had
showed his. A simple case of childish curiosity. "Do you want to see my
dick to make a drawing?"
"Yes, please," he peeped
Without giving it much thought, I
unsnapped the top button of my jeans. The youngster was so adorable that I
couldn't possibly refuse him this harmless request?
"Just one quick look,
ok?" I smiled. "For the sake of art!"
Hugo grinned and scooted closer. I
took out my package, letting the kid get an eyeful. It was right at the level
of his button nose. His eyes widened in wonderment behind the lens of his
glasses. The little pervert gawked at my dangling meat a while and started to
study it from every angle. He weighed my ballbag in the palm of his hand. He
twisted my limp dong with his sticky fingers and sniffed.
His explorative manipulations provoked
a most unwelcome reaction. My prick inflated like a balloon! I blushed and
fidgeted, embarrassed to sport a raging hard-on in front of the innocent
"Are you done, now? Enough?"
I said, losing my patience.
"It's sooo big!" Hugo cooed
and squeezed the shaft. "I'm thirsty," he declared.
The next instant, his mouth pounced on
the side of my cock and nibbled up along it! He opened his mouth wide to
gobble up a good portion of my straining pole. I looked around the kitchen
nervously, sweating bullets. This was nuts! The satiny lips slid on my rigid
flesh again and again. Right from the get go, the imp sucked my cock better
than any of my girlfriends!
"You're really good at this, but
leave Mr. Johnson alone. It's not a game for little kids," I indicated to
The stubborn rascal persisted in
giving me a blowjob. One of his hands kneaded my balls. The other gripped my
cock firmly. My stomach knotted, I stared at him going down steady on my cock,
with admittedly, a perplexed contentment.
"Holy cow! Hot damn!" I
cried out, and prayed no one had heard me, knowing that if I got caught, I
would be fired on the spot! But at that point, the pleasure was so strong that
reason had no grasp on a man's will.
My hand instinctively breezed to the
nape of the kid's neck to slow him down. Hugo continued to bob his head,
trying to shove as much meat as he could in his moist little mouth. The
blowjob turned sloppy. He drooled all over my cock. Once in a while, he
cleaned it up. His tongue raced up and down the length to collect the trails
of spit. Then he sucked again with a renewed appetite.
My mind reeled seeing his skilful
slurping. I kept reminding myself that he was seven-years-old. That he could
be my son! The grotesque image of his narrow mouth filled to capacity with my
swollen flesh rattled me to the core. Weak at the knees, I fell back on my
Hugo giggled and crawled in the vee of
my legs. His fist wrapped around my glistening phallus and he stroked the base
while nibbling on the head. Right then, the small boy looked like a pale
fiendish creature with an insatiable hunger, kneeling there between my hairy
thighs and playing merrily with my cock.
"Mmmm, I like sucking your
dick," he chirped a candid admission, adjusting the spectacles on his
"Ohh shit! You really wanna do
this, huh? Then suck it good! Yes, suck my big cock! Ohhhhhhrrrr fuck!" I
ranted and raved. Hugo slipped my pole between his lips again. The relentless
assault of his little mouth was absolutely divine. I trashed on the floor,
enraptured by the voluptuous waves of pleasure.
My moans became plaintive as the blond
boy pumped my cock with the clear intention of making me climax. Cheeks
hollow, he siphoned prodigiously. I couldn't tame the wild river of pleasure
any longer. My balls contracted and my cock spit out a first jet of seed on
his palate. Contrary to what I expected, Hugo kept my erection in his mouth,
holding it there with both hands. He swallowed the squirts one after the
I groaned like a motor staring at the
boy gulping down my sperm. Not a single drop of the abundant sauce escaped his
greediness. The storm of my orgasm ebbed gently. I felt the sexual tension
loosen its clamp on my muscles.
Hugo suckled my prick a while more. He
forsook it only when the flesh started to soften and bend. A slimy grin formed
at once on his lips and I've yet to regain my composure since...
--- July 15 ---
Today was another eventful day. The
lady doctor convened me early this morning. I dreaded the appointment with
Mrs. Peterson, imagining the worst. The bad vibes were compounded by an
altercation that occurred on the way to her office. One of my colleagues
accosted me. It was the Albanian fellow, the one who's bigger than a fridge!
He brandished his hedge shears and threatened me.
"You!" he barked. "I'm
gonna kill you if you touch Hugo again. Hugo's MY buddy!"
I pretended not to understand. In any
event, it would have been delicate to reveal to him that the kid was one hell
of a pervert who lured men in a dark corner...
"Hey, I don't give a shit about
YOUR buddy, " I retorted and fled the scene.
In Mrs. Peterson's office, my
heart beat like a drum. The austere woman eyed me behind her glasses. Her lips
were pinched and the folds on her forehead betrayed the gravity of the
conversation we were about to undertake.
She leaned back on her chair and said,
"You must have noticed that the patients here are not like any others?
yes, a little," I shared my suspicions.
afraid I haven't been totally honest when I hired you," she sighed.
job requires much more than taking care of the gardens,"
unexpected turn of our exchange surprised me. But, I was relieved it didn't
revolve around the previous evening's... incident.
children here suffer from a rare disease," Mrs. Peterson continued.
"A disease called phortyria. This affliction is caused by a hormonal
deficiency linked to phosphorus. The appropriate combination of these two
elements can only be found in human sperm and-"
kidding me?" I interrupted her.
at all. The boys of this sanatorium are hypersensitive to the sun. They are
also oversexed and can die if they do not consume fresh semen on a regular
basis," she looked at me seriously. "Therefore, I need you in order
to balance the metabolism of my patients."
"This is totally nuts!" I chuckled stupidly.
skepticism is understandable but I assure you it's the truth," she
affirmed. "When they become men, the males affected by this disorder can
take care of themselves but as children they are helpless and vulnerable. So
this hospital plays a very important role."
can imagine," I said.
you help me out?" she asked bluntly.
shrugged my shoulders. "Why not?"
then," she livened up, spreading a set of photographs in front of me.
"These patients are available to be matched with an adult. Which one do
examined the shots of the five naked little boys and veered my eyes away,
still taken aback by the lady doctor's exposť.
"Erh... I dunno, really."
one turns you on the most?" she winked.
blushed brightly and paused to reflect on the unusual question. "The five
of 'em are cute." I muttered and quickly added, "You know I like
course!" she threw me a pretentious look, as if I was being silly.
gonna happen to the ones I don't pick? Will they die?" I inquired.
no, don't worry about that. The other gardeners will gladly make sure that
I suggest Julian," she pointed to the redhead. "He's nine-years-old.
He's a docile child, very receptive to physical contact. I'm positive he will
be able to satisfy all your desires. I insist on the word all"
and smiled. "Let's go with Julian then..."
"Please know, Sir, that your contribution and your discretion will be
greatly appreciated," she concluded.
am now, pondering if I've not lost my mind.
--- July 16 ---
when I retired to my vast suite, the patient that Mrs. Peterson had matched
with me was sitting on the bed, awaiting my arrival. His red pajamas lay at
his bare feet. I deposited my keys slowly on the dresser, suddenly bewildered
by the stark reality of the singular arrangement.
"Hey, you must be Julian?" I said. "Are you here for your
"Yes Mister, I'm thirsty," he answered softly.
are, huh," I mumbled, studying the nude child. His emaciated frame
displayed a cadaverous lividness. He resembled a candle with that unruly tuft
of orange hair on his head!
stripped out of my clothes nonchalantly, expecting him to have an adverse
reaction. But the boy remained there watching me undress. I joined him on the
mattress and tentatively touched his little body. His translucent skin was so
silky. My hand descended on his leg to the ball of his heel. He leaned forward
and draped himself over me. The contrast of my muscular hairy frame against
his, fragile and smooth, was unsettling.
Peterson had not lied. The redhead purred in my arms. His pricklet stiffened.
Within a minute, I got a raging hard-on too caressing his sexy little butt,
the only part of his dainty frame with any plumpness.
not used to this. You'll have to be very naughty if you want me to quench your
thirst," I informed him.
"Yes, I will be very very naughty," he said.
his stomach and went down at his feet to suckle his charming toes, unaware of
what kind of foreplay little boys preferred. Julian chuckled. I licked my way
up the inside of his thighs, gobbled up his little package and twirled my
tongue around the tender flesh.
sparked Julian to life as he shifted into a 69 position. He raised his knee
and climbed on top of me, positioning his crotch over my eyes. The satyr
gripped the base of my cock and traced the length with his tongue, from the
bottom to the top, where he made it dance on the head. My adult prick didn't
seem to disconcert him. He began to suck it with gusto.
Meanwhile, I licked his little balls and rigid pecker. Julian bobbed his head
faster on my cock. The ardor of the nine-year-old kid stupefied me once again.
He kept stuffing his mouth, nearly engulfing my entire phallus. His lips were
stretched to thin lines around the shaft.
that the kid was a hot little number emboldened me. I parted his buttocks and
darted the tip of my tongue on his pink asshole. The minuscule orifice
quivered. With small swipes, I moistened the pucker and slipped my index
finger in the middle. The tight ring clutched it like the mouth of a starved
baby. Right then, I knew I wouldn't be able to resist the temptation of
banging that boy.
let out a high-pitched moan, half stifled by the meat lodged in his throat. In
his eyes, I noticed he recognized that the attention I gave to his behind
wasn't accidental. I fingered his hole a good while to prepare him for what I
had in mind, still watching his hungry mouth devour my drooling cock.
need to do something else if you want to have a lot to drink," I
indicated to him. "Ever had a dick up your butt?"
the kid said. "Mr. Carlton sticks his wiener up my butt when I'm
down and pull back your legs."
out of the bed. In a drawer of the dresser, I located a bottle of lotion I had
noticed earlier. The substance was perfect to lubricate my cock generously. My
glistening hard-on wagged left and right coming back to the boy.
obedient redhead had already rolled himself into a ball. He held his short
legs in the air under the knees, exposing his cute rosebud. I approached and
put the tip of my cock on the target. The anticipation of the tightest fuck of
my life made me shiver.
up," I instructed, applying some pressure.
sphincter rebelled and compressed my cock head. Nonetheless, I persevered,
sinking slowly inside, admiring the cute grimaces appearing on the freckled
face of my frail partner. Halfway in, I waited until he got accustomed to my
invasion. The sight of my fat cock crammed between his small globes
intensified my lust.
wasn't so bad, was it?" I demanded.
"No," Julian exhaled. "I'm used to this treatment now."
while, our merged bodies relaxed. The wrinkles on Julian's forehead vanished
altogether. I grabbed his ankles and started to fuck him, looking straight
into his eyes.
It's very big!!" he remarked.
bet," I said, bucking my hips, trying to find a good groove into his
The solid lunges began to shake his body. He whined and wrapped his arms
around my neck. I bounced increasingly faster on the boy, hearing his wheezy
squeals. A quick readjustment and his folded body absorbed the force of my
"Uhhhghh! Ugghh! Uhhhggh!" he cried out on every thrust.
Yess, Here we go! Orrhhhhhh You're so damn tight!" I groaned, telling
myself I needed to control the urge otherwise I wouldn't be able to last long!
The narrow channel strangled my cock like an iron fist. I slowed the cadence.
It would have been a disaster to waste the precious medicine in his guts!
a moment, Julian gurgled comically and masturbated to the repetitive lulling
rhythm. He stared blankly at my cock sliding back and forth in the distended
ring of his anus. When it was buried fully inside his rectum, he grunted and
bit his lower lip. I pulled out, eager to try him from behind.
around," I said.
my cock up his backside, Julian regained some zest. He flipped on all four and
raised his bottom. The provocative position was worthy of a porn magazine.
this, Mister?" he made sure I was satisfied.
"Yes, spread your buns so that I can stick my dick in your hole
obeyed the command. He pulled the left mound with his tiny hand and exposed
his dilated anus. "Do it really fast, I'm thirsty."
aligned myself and speared into him. Grabbing his waist, I planted my cock
deeply. Right away, I began fucking him in earnest. Julian collapsed on his
elbows and bawled in the pillow, "Mmangggnh Mmmmgannghn!"
moved to his shoulders. That way, I could drag him to me, plough deeper into
his bowel. His thin body froze while I stabbed him harder and harder with my
Ughhh! Mister! Ugh!" Julian lamented.
Yess! Ohhrr! We're gonna make lotsa good medicine together, lotsa good
medicine!" I repeated incessantly
Do it fast! Do it fast!" the kid pestered me.
want that big cock in your butt, huh? You want it, huh?" I grumbled.
"Get ready, here it comes!"
"Yes! Yes please!" he screamed.
in the euphoria of the moment, I lunged at full speed. My thick rod pumped his
lil' white ass as if he was a filthy two dollar whore I'd picked up on the
street. My hipbone collided with his buttocks. The bed creaked and banged
against the wall!
hollered and begged me to give him his due, "Arrgh! I'm thirsty ! I'm
yes, it's coming! It's coming!" I reassured him, focusing on the
gratifying task of thrusting my cock in his clasping asshole.
ten more minutes, I succeeded in delaying my orgasm, but I was sodomizing the
little redhead with such ferocity that the pleasure became unbearable. All of
a sudden, his asshole tightened around my erection. I felt the pulsing current
of his boyish cum. He screamed like a girl and trembled in my grasp.
That's it! I'm gonna cum Julian! Yesss!" I yelled, delivering a few final
then, my balls were heavy and full of remedy. I pulled out of the kid's ass
quickly. Julian pivoted immediately, his mouth gaping open, ready to receive
the salutary beverage. I aimed for the cavity. The powerful jets of my
ejaculation flooded his tongue. Some spurts soiled the contours of his mouth.
ORGhgh!" Orgghh!" I groaned discharging the burden of cream.
glutton swallowed the load and opened up again for the next blasts of semen.
They were weaker but thicker and more nourishing.
the end, the small patient wiped the seed off his face and licked his fingers.
I watched him delight in eating my sperm, happy to have done my duty. The dose
seemed to do the trick. Already, he gained some color. His cheeks turned from
white to a rosy shade.
let out a sigh of relief and smiled. "Thank you! I feel better."
over and kissed the top of his head. "As long as I'm here, I promise that
you'll always be in great health...".
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