Date: Mon, 26 May 2003 00:38:19 +0000 From: Devin Baron Subject: THIS CHARMING BOY (m/b, oral, anal) [3/3] *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* This is a work of FICTION for ADULTS only. Do NOT read this if you are under 18 or if you are not an adult according to the laws of your State or Country. Do NOT read this if you are easily offended or if you are not interested in fantasies involving young boys. This file contains sexually EXPLICIT material. The author does not condone any of the acts in this file. This story was not written to advocate sexual activity with minors. Agatha Christie wrote about murderers all her life. She was not a criminal. Please support free speech and stop censorship. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* (man/boy, oral, anal) THIS CHARMING BOY by DEBONAIR PART 3 of 3 Tyler stepped up to my room the next evening, immediately after his mother had gone to work. His stance in the doorway was anything but defensive. One arm leaned up against the door facing, one leg bent at the knee, bare toe idly scratching at the inside of his calf, black T-shirt riding up on the side to reveal a smooth plane of white skin over the waistline of his oversized pants drooping low on his hips. I closed my study book and rolled my chair on the hardwood floor to him, trapping his legs between my knees. "You're gonna annoy me all evening again?" I asked, seeing the usual mischievous glint in his pupils. This time however, there was something else emanating from his smiling face, a latent dose of lust blending elusively with boyish shyness. "How come you never kiss me?" he demanded, leaning over seriously. "I didn't think you'd like that. Go ahead." I answered, raising my face until my big nose rubbed against his button, my mouth ajar just enough to give him entrance. Our lips touched and the boy's breath filled my lungs. He pressed hard against my mouth and pulled back to look at my dazed mug. Before I could get my senses back, I was forced into another kiss. The second one clumsy and overeager like you'd expect from a child. Tyler's mouth sucked me in a demanding manner, his tongue shoving past my lips as I gave way to his hungry passion. My hands wandered on his hips and on his shapely buns while he kissed me almost violently. There were no more excuses in my brain. I did not even look for the energy to resist. I returned the kiss, slithering my tongue in his mouth to lick his pearly white teeth. He unsnapped his pants and let them fall to the floor. My hands groped between his thighs, discovering he had not put on underwear. His nutbag was tightly drawn, his insatiable dick was stiff. I toyed with his genitals without remorse. When he pulled his beautiful face away, breaking the intense kiss, another man was looking at him. He recognized my new disposition and smiled slyly. I unbuckled my pants. Tyler's oversized t-shirt vanished from his skinny frame. It was the only thing left on him. He climbed on the bed, stark naked, and contemplated me as I peeled off my jeans and boxers. Soon, we were united in sin again on my bed. His skin was hot against mine. I crushed his small body in my arms, kissing his face, caressing his back from the cleft of his boyass all the way up to the fuzzy nape of his neck. We rolled on the mattress, smoldering in the fire of our embrace. I looked deeply into the wet eyes of my young lover, seeing straight into his soul. Tears pooled at the bottom of his eyelids and ran down the curb of his cheeks. "Are you okay?" I asked, brushing away the wayward scarlet bangs stuck to his sweaty forehead. "I'm crying cuz' I'm happy." he responded, sniffling and wiping away the damp streams to reclaim his masculine identity. I sought his kiss but he was already nibbling at my jaw, scraping my beard with his teeth. Fast and feverishly, he moved to one nipple, suckling it briefly, then he abandoned it to go below and follow the line of black hairs trailing from my belly-button to my pubes. Both hands on my rigid manhood, he lowered his lips upon it. A guttural groan escaped my lips from the lash of pleasure brought on by his sucking mouth. He tugged on my cock with rude yanks and took swipes with his tongue around the edge of the moist helmet, showing me how much he loved it, how much he was grateful that I was so damn hard for his sexy body. But his little mouth did not pleasure me long. I glanced at him and understood it was my turn to perform the delectable deed. I crept to his loins only to be disappointed as he flipped over on his tummy, playing hard to get, dissimulating the piece of candy under him. My hand on his hipbone, I turned him on his back easily, totally sexed-up, yearning for the zing of boyjuice on my taste buds. Again, he rolled over quietly, presenting me his backside. His intentions were obvious, now. "You really wanna do this, uh?" I murmured, patting his divine tail. He nodded. I fled to the bathroom, wondering how I was going to take his cherry for real. How I could cram my huge prick up his narrow backdoor and still make it an enjoyable experience for both us, something he would remember fondly all his life unlike my deflowering at the hand of a jock teenager, who had shoved himself into me like a rutting dog. My hands were shaking as I picked up the bottle of hand lotion. I was suddenly very afraid of losing him. I knew he would never be the same after. He spread his legs and undulated on the bed sheets. I breezed over him and proceeded to lube his asscrack, then my cock with copious smears of the glistening emollient. Despite my apprehensions, my fuckstick was a steel rod. I wanted to nail him for sure. There were no doubts about it. I wanted to give him a lesson on how boys and men had been quenching their lust for one another since the beginning of time. Prone over his small figure, I swung my arm under his chin and eased my slippery pole between his buttocks. He tightened up, readying himself for the loss of the last of his innocence. "It's the opposite, Tyler." I cajoled him with my voice. "You have to loosen up. Put your mouth on my arm and bite down when it hurts. If it hurts very very much, then you bite me very very hard. OK?" "Yess. I'm not scared!" he swore. His teeth sank into my flesh as soon as the tip of my erection pierced his boyhole. I paused, feeling my dickhead stuck in the quivering ring. The little sphincter was upset, biting me the same way the boy was. The more I plunged into him, the deeper his pointy teeth seared on my arm. The sustained numbing pain made me wince. It felt like I was fucking myself, sticking my cock into my own asshole and experiencing both sides of the penetration. The pressure of Tyler's jaw on my arm abated. I pushed my whole knob into his tender anus. He bit me hard. So damn hard, puncturing the skin. His sharp canines were embedded, uncompromising. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry." I lamented, kissing the top of his head. "Just wait a while, don't fight it, that's it. I promise it can be good." The kid's heartbeat slowed down, pulsing lightly all around the stretched anus strangling the crown of my cockhead. The difficult part was over. I probed further, inserting an inch of hot meat than another one, up to four inches of my prick. I pulled back and glided in, fucking him with mellow strokes. Tyler moaned, unclenching his maxilla on my arm. It was easier than I had expected. I rose and sank into the grip of his asshole. The bloody imprint of his teeth was smarting, but I didn't care anymore. I was fucking him. Tyler was a good partner, steering me the right way to give him pleasure; he whined whenever I twisted my pole into his hole and he tilted his head back, fussing and kicking my ass with his heels when I drove too deep. The cries, the wincing and muscles twitches eventually went away with time. I rode his rump with a steadier rhythm. The sight of his little white mounds hugging my fat prick was quite unnerving, yet thrilling. His moans were subdued, melodic, similar to a kitten purring. "Feeling good, now?" I inquired. "Yeah," he sighed. "I like it when you pump it in my butt." "Let's switch. Get on your back and grab your knees." I oriented him. With the kid's feet on my shoulders, I leaned over and kissed his swollen lips. His butt was split open. His gaping assmouth was red and slimy from the fuck juices. I mounted him, burying myself into his rectum deeper this time. He yelped out and scrunched his face. But as I began to sodomise him anew, his face turned to utter ecstasy, like he'd been drugged up. He fiddled with his limp pecker, bringing it back to life. My cock nudged against his prostate and he moaned. I slammed my mouth down on his, muffling the echo of his grunts, looking into his eyes to see the hurricane of new pleasures overtaking him. Pleasures reserved to men, not little boys. Painful pleasures that paved the way to a sexual eden made of a million fountains gushing pure delights. Tyler wrapped his arms around the back of my neck, curving my body, angling me in a way that my thrusts were more accommodating. "YOU'RE FUCKING ME!" he hailed hysterically, shaken by the growing tempo of my plowing. "Can you feel it, Tyler?" I whispered in his ear. "Can you feel how hard I am for you?" I mumbled, sodomizing him like a man, my cock pounding into his butt. "Yeahhh! Fuck me! FUCK ME!" he exulted. The lad's position was so raunchy, bent in two, legs dangling in the air, all ten tiny toes curled up and his hands pulling me deeper into the recess of his bowels. I forgot he was eleven and I rammed my fuckstick furiously, banging his lil' butt good like a crazed bull. My grunts of passion were drowned in a barrage of grated shrieks. He hammered his fists on my back, screaming at the top of his lungs. "STOP!!! SOMETHING'S WRONG! ARGGHHHHHHHH!" "You're cumming..." I said softly, leaning back, hauling his pelvis on my lap to show him his lil' hard dick spraying a drizzle of kidcum all over his tummy. Tyler's orgasm was long and hard. I stayed still through it all, my spike up his quivering anus, watching him trash from his first anal climax. He melted and stiffened again when I stabbed into his butt to reach my relief. The unrelentless tightening of his asshole around my cock was incredible. I raised his spine with both arms, sitting him on my phallus, elevating him high, higher than anyone else before. And the whole time I admired the beautiful boy above me, exhausted and sated from sex, the tremors of my orgasm jolted me. My penis spewed inside him, drenching his guts with hot ejaculate. I could have never predicted it would be so good to fuck the little boy. Better than anything else. I loved him so much for it. He was the best kid in the universe. The only lover in my life who'd ever abandon himself fully completely to me. My cock finished delivering its hot load into the depth of his insides and I let him fall over, hugging him so tightly. We rested together, huddled in the warmth of our merged bodies until my penis softened and slipped out, rejected by his hostile little hole. At the restaurant, sitting in front of Angela, my nerves were tense. I could barely look at her without recalling what I had done to her son. The pictures of our prohibited union were appearing before my eyes and I feared she would see them. "Take whatever your want on the menu, Robert. My treat. I wanna thank you for the amazing job you're doing with Tyler. And I want you to forgive me for being so hard on you that last time." "You didn't have to do that." I babbled. "No, take the credit. Tyler has changed so much since you've arrived. He's more confident and his grades are up there." she insisted and glared upon noticing the wound. "What happened to your arm?" "Oh, it's nothing." "Tyler did that?" she burst out in disbelief, figuring out that the crescent of red dots could have only been chiseled by the teeth of a child. "I twisted his arm too much when we were ruff-housing and he bit me. I deserved it. Don't scold him." I testified and quickly changed the subject. "You never told me who Tyler's dad was?" She looked away and lit up a cigarette, indicating I had touched on a delicate matter. "If you must know, I was young and dumb, living in California, and this surf dude came up to me saying he would give me the moon." she divulged, dragging on her Kool. "So I fucked him, thinking we would live happily ever after. But I never saw him again. Satisfied?" "Oh." I exclaimed, slightly embarrassed. "Ever since that episode, I can't commit to a guy. Tyler's the only man in my life now." The confession made me feel worse. There was no escaping the fact that I was doing revolting things to her son behind her back. The boy was the most precious part of her life and I was debasing that sacred love with my vile impulses. As I drove Tyler to his soccer practice, thoughts were bubbling in my head. I didn't know anymore if I'd taken advantage of his curiosity for my own sexual gratification or if he had made a conscious decision. He was only eleven after all. He still asked his mummy what clothes he should wear at school. How could he consent to sex? I considered putting a stop to it all. Even it meant breaking his little heart. This had gone too far. But when I parked the car next to the soccer field and looked at the smiling boy, all my good intentions were gone. "Have a good practice." I said. "Aren't you coming to watch me? I thought you were my boyfriend?" "Oh, yes. I guess we have to everything together now." I babbled. "Yes." There were three soccer moms sitting on the wooden stands and me. The sun was blazing over the field of cute tweenies running after the black and white ball in their yellow shorts and tees. Once in a while, Tyler swung his gaze and a grin in my direction. I waved at him. The flame-haired kid was a hundred feet from me, but I could smell the scent of his exertion. I could imagine perfectly how the boysweat on his little balls would taste. There were no showers for him and we headed straight home, where I licked him all over. With my tongue up his wrinkled fuckhole, the kid wanked and squealed like I'd not seen and heard before. I spent all of my free time with the lad. It was a very strange situation. I could be going to see the latest Hollywood production with the pre-teener one hour and the next have him bounce on my cock like a cowboy at a rodeo. Every day we consolidated our union. I couldn't believe how much sucking and fucking the kid could handle. For some odd kink, Tyler wanted to do it on his mother's bed once. It was a peculiar proposition. Nonetheless, we lay a towel on the mattress and I spooned him. Both of us on our flanks, I made him raise his knee and hold it. His butt crack opened up naturally for my oozing prick. He winced slightly when I penetrated him yet again. The kid was used to it now. He was relaxed and ready. I marveled at the way he popped a boner so fast when I slid my entire manhood into his narrow chute. Within a minute, I was fucking him. And not just any leisurely slow ride. I was sodomising him hard, driving my ramrod ball- deep into his hairless hole, fucking him hardcore like no eleven- year-old boy should be fucked. "UHHH! UHHH!!! FUCK MY BUTT! YEAHH! FUCK MY BUTT!!!!" he screamed to tempo of the wrought iron bed frame colliding against at the wall like a bass drum. "YEAHH! TAKE MY BIG COCK!! YEAHH!!" I hollered, banging and banging into his small round baby butt. Tyler shivered in my arms as he struggled to keep from cumming, battling against me to withhold the inevitable a while longer. It was pointless for I only piston his hole harder, driven by his screams of pleasure until he yelled out from his orgasm. There was nothing more beautiful and hot than to see my little boy cum, squint his eyes and groan from the explosions of pure bliss. I pulled out fast and let my cock vomit its hot sauce into his gaping red anus. "You disgust me, both of you." The voice was disheartened but resolute. We glanced back, discovering Angela leaning against the doorframe, utterly tired and white as a ghost. "I trusted you, Robert. This is how you repay me?" she spoke gravely. "I get ill once and find you buggering my son under my own roof. Is this what you've been doing all along?" "Mum! Don't-" Tyler attempted to save me, tears springing to his eyes. "-You shut the FUCK UP!" she snapped at him, finally losing her composure. Blood rushed to her face. She glared at me. "You get dressed. You grab your things and YOU GET THE FUCK OUT!" I was used to feeling like scum by then. Amid the apocalyptic havoc, it was the vision of Tyler sobbing shamefully in the pillow that was the worst. I wanted to snuggle him and tell him he would be okay. But this wasn't the time and place for it. The puddles of my semen on his buttocks were still fresh and oozing like sordid stains attesting to my depravity. I scurried out the room, out of their lives. That evening, I found a room to crash at the 'Y', sharing the space with a brainless beefcake. The first four days passed quickly. I slept all the time. I was in limbo, waiting for the cops to knock on the door, imagining how my life would be ruined forever. None of it happened and I slowly came out of the dark like a slimmed- down grizzly waking in its den after hibernation. There wasn't a moment that went by that I did not think about him. How was he handling it? Would he ever forgive me for what I had done to him? The days were coming and going painfully as I resurfaced to some kind of normalcy. It also meant that the image of the boy was fading from my brain. I clung to every souvenir, refusing to let the essence of the only person I ever cherished elude me like that. On the fourteenth day, I stalked him, from a distance, spying on him from the library across his primary school. His hair had returned to its natural golden hue. He chattered with another kid and smiled brightly, without a trace of sadness. I felt like a goddamn schoolgirl with a crush on a snot-nosed runt who was more interested in skate boards and soccer balls. How could I have conceived that the kid wouldn't be able to get over me? Was I that shallow? I glanced one last time at the seemingly happy lad. He was so beautiful that I cried. The week that followed, my dorm fellow informed me that Angela had visited, "This chick with huge tits said you could drop by her place for supper..." he declared. "Is she your sister? She's hot!" "She's a lez, idiot." I cooled him off before racing to go there. The blonde woman opened the door and placed herself in a way that blocked the entrance. She raised her frozen stare up at me. I peered over her shoulder, winking at Tyler who was fidgeting on the couch. The laddie jumped up to greet me, but then he restrained himself and parked his little bum on the edge of the cushion. "Do you know what my life has been these last twenty-one days?" Angela began "I'll tell you what's it's been; mopping, crying, every sentence coming out of his mouth had your name in it. All this, day and night, more whining, more wailing." I felt nice and toasty inside, knowing I'd been right about this. But at the same time, I knew she would never believe me if I told her everything. How much we loved each other. How mature the kid was. No mother could ever fess up to the fact that her precious only son was in love with a man. And that he was a total slut on top of that. "Take me back, Angela. We need to be together. I promise I won't have sex with him anymore." I vowed. "Urgh," she frowned, "Don't make promises you can't keep." "Take me back." I pleaded, feeling so helpless. She held my fate and my heart in her hands. "Am I the worst mother in the world if I let this go on?" Angela deliberated. "The world may think that, but Tyler never will. Isn't that what counts the most? Come on Angela, let him live his life, not your vision of what it should be." "I'm his mother. I can do whatever I fucking please with his life until he's eighteen." "He's never you gonna forgive you and you know it. It's gnawing at you. Don't come crying once you've alienated him. Once you're an old bag sitting at home alone, waiting for him to call you on the phone." She glanced back at the boy, her lips knotted in anguish. For the first time, I saw her cry. When she turned around to face me, the key to the apartment glimmered between her fingers. I took it. THE END. You can send positive or negative comments at debonair36@hotmail.com Make sure to include the word 'story' in the subject line. Flames are ignored.