Date: Sun, 4 May 2014 16:15:21 -0400 From: aj williams Subject: Who are you Harald? WARNING, this story contains fictional characters engaging in fantasy that involves minors. This is a work of pure fiction None of these people are real and neither are the events in this story. Never hurt a child! Who are you Harald? Tears began to roll down his beautiful cheek as my big cock expanded his little butt hole. He was after all only 10, and this was his first cock.Who are you Harald? "Do you want me to stop?" I whispered into his ear though the mop of blonde hair. Every now and then its nice to have the little guys in pain, but not against their will. That's a line that even an old pervert like me won't cross...at least not in real life... "I...I...uh..um" He stuttered and spattered. "I'm not sure....I feel weird..." He said. I knew what he meant, I'd been on the receiving end of a big man dick when I was his age. There's pain, but mixed in is another feeling, a mixture of fear and safety, like the man you're with is strong enough to hurt you, but that also means he's strong enough to protect you. You're insides feel weird also and you're not sure what will happen if he does pull out his cock. "Just relax lil buddy, let your body adjust, I'll keep still for a moment." I whispered. I'd only known him a short time. Harold was what he said his name was but I had a feeling he was lying about that. He seemed very nervous the fist time I caught him staring at my cock in the men's room of a local park and asked him his name. He stuttered and started to say something that stared with an 'a', but then drew it out to "...a..aaa...rald...Harold" I guessed his name was Andrew or perhaps Aaron, but that didn't' matter. He was beautiful, skinny, with just enough baby fat to give him a perfect bubble butt which I loved burying my face in once I'd gotten him to come back to my hotel a few times. He was perfect, hair in a cute little bowl hair cut, leaving it long enough to grab during fucking, and perfect for stroking after. A pity the style is nearly dead with today's boys. As I lay there inside him I could feel his little butt trying to expand. Still it was so tight it was almost unpleasant on my dick. I love a tight ass, but his was like a vice, still not to the point of being a turn of by any means! But now it was starting to soften just a little and my cock no longer felt like it was being crushed. A little sigh escaped his lips and I could tell he wasn't just feeling pain now, now there was pleasure mixed in. I reach down and started to stroke his little 3 inch dick to help him feel even more pleasure. "Oh...oh wow!" He gasped. "Does it still hurt?" I asked. "A little...but I don't want to stop!" He said. I chucked. "Good, me either! And truth be told Harold...I want to hurt you a little! He looked a little scared by that statement, and was probably very aware he was alone with a strange man in hotel room. I smiled at him. "Don't worry, I'm a catch and release guy, you're safe. I like to hurt not harm! Just something you start to like when you get older." I explained. He grinned with relief. "Like the stuff on HBO?" He asked. I laughed, this kid wasn't as clueless as I thought. "Yeah."I whispered. "but I won't be pulling out whips and chains if that's what you're thinking!" He smiled. With that I reached down and started to squeeze his little balls. He squirmed and groaned. "Is this ok?" I asked. He looked at me, and nodded with tears starting to form in his eyes again as I gave his marbles a tug. His ass began to unclench and I as I tugged on his balls I shoved more and more of my 8 inch cock in. He started to wiggle and struggle a little I think more out of nervousness than pain. I asked again if he wanted to stop or at least tone it down, but he again said no. So with that I grabbed that little mop of hair and began pulling it as I lunged forward, thrusting my cock the rest of the way in. He let out a tiny scream-gasp that echoed in the room. I feared I'd crossed the line back into pain and no pleasure so I held still for a moment. "...please don't stop!" He begged. "I like you kid!" I said, as I began to fuck him again, pushing in as hard as possible knowing this little guy wasn't a wuss. I pumped his little ass for the next few minutes. I knew I wouldn't last long thrusting like this. I wish every little boy was like this! I'm guessing the boy had seen toys and was using some at home, probably a cucumber. It's a not like the real thing at all, but it helps. I was forcing my cock in hard now and he was responding the way a pro would, that look of pain and pleasure mixed on his face, letting me fuck him through the tears and pain, I was sure to thrust extra slow when I went in deed grazing what would be a prostate one day, he would sigh with pleasure, then wince with pain as I shoved in and twisted his balls. "I feel like I'm gonna piss sir!" He said. "I doubt it, but it's ok if you do, I like piss!" I said, shoving in hard. I knew when he cam he'd want me out, so I stopped holding back and started thrusting hard trying to catch him. I rammed him hard, and made him scream out a few times, if he wanted me to stop he didn't say, so I thrust as hard as i could till that feeling started to creep in. I wanted so bad to spray on his little chest, but I didn't want to waste it either, I wanted it up his ass more! "I'm about to cum boi, if ya wanna "piss" now's the time!" I shouted. He started to moan and sigh, and his butt clinched, his little dick began to jerk, which sent me over the edge too, I pumped my cum full force inside him! I hoped he would piss, but sadly, nothing but dry humping and trembling, which was still amazing to hear and feel! I slapped his little ass before the testosterone could clear out, then feel on top of him! I began to chuckle. "Well that was fun!" I said. "Yeah...next time though, if wanna bring out the chains, I'm up for it!" He said. I tousled his hair. "I knew I like you..a...air...Arold!" He smiled blushed.We feel asleep, and I lay there just feeling his skin against mine...I awoke several hours later to find my wallet and pants gone along with "Harald". I wasn't even made, he was worth it. I would run into him two years later living on the streets he told me he was sorry for what he did to me but he had teens pulling his strings in exchange for a place to stay. I told him it was ok, but if he wanted to make it up to me, I now had the chains! ..but that another story! End If you like this story and want to keep seeing more like it, please go to the nifty main page and donate. Feedback welcome, e-mail gaycartoonkid@hotmail.com or skype me via gaycartoonguy