Date: Thu, 29 Feb 2024 20:37:20 +0000 From: John Van Laningham Subject: You YOU by John Van Laningham This is a fantasy simply because I wanted to write a story in the second person. I hope gets you off. If so, tell me at jvanlan@black.com PLEASE HELP SUPPORT NIFTY The boy takes off his shirt. He has a flat torso, lightly tanned, flat chest. He's not bony exactly. Just rangy and lean. His arms are thin and, of course, he has no pit hair. "Show the man what you got" the dad tells him. The boy looks up at him. He is freckle faced across his cheeks and the bridge of his perfect nose. He has clear blue eyes and sandy blonde wavy hair. He is a beauty. Small and tight, thin legs. A fourth grader at best. The boy undoes his shorts and let's them drop to the floor of my bedroom. He stands there sublimely in his briefs, light gray with a blue band and covered in footballs, baseballs basketballs, soccer balls. You can't see a bulge at all, just a 9 year old in his underwear with a perfect round butt The dad squats beside him and the boy turns. They kiss. Open mouth. Passionate. Real kissing. Something a nine year wouldn't do if he hadn't all ready been prepared for the art of bodily pleasure. It's such an erotic sight. The dad is in his mid 20's, himself lean and twinky, long sandy blond hair hair and scraggly facial hair. He probably wasn't old enough to drive when he pounded whatever pussy it was to make this perfect, beautiful, sexy specimen of boyhood. The kid knows how to kiss and Dad's hand goes over his crotch, squeezing his son's privates as their mouths and tongues meet. His briefs begin to tent up, responding to the stimulation. "You hard?" the dad asks "Yeah" you say You pull off your shirt too as the dad does his, both of you joining the boy in his growing nakedness. The dad is lean, thin with abs but otherwise smooth. He pulls down his boxers, exposing an average sized uncut dick hanging below a crown of light golden pubes. It is sticking straight out, the cherry colored head emerging from the foreskin. Almost involuntarily, the son reaches up and puts the baby maker in his small hand and strokes it. He looks at you and smiles with white, perfect teeth. You liberate your cock and the boy looks surprised briefly at the size of it. His eyebrows go up and his crystal blue eyes grow bigger and his mouth slightly agape. He looks at his father and smiles. "He has a stiffie" he says in his thin high pitched voice. "He's a boy lover" Dad says. "You make him hot" The boy grins. Dad pulls down his briefs by the bottom edge and his thin, stiff cock is pulled down and then recoils, banging against his hairless crotch, sticking straight up toward his chin with shooter marbles for balls underneath. The blood flows into your engorged dick, stiffening it more. You can't believe your luck. A dirty daddy sharing his son with you. You know that you will relive this moment again over and over as you masturbate from now on, remembering the sight of a grinning happy boy with an erection the girth and length of your pointer finger. The boy pulls his erection down and points at you, making "pow" noises as if it were a gun, you suppose a cum gun but the boy knows he is unloaded still. "I'm sexy as fuck" the boy says. He's parroting his dad and what he has heard from him but the sound of a 9 year brazenly talking dirty makes your dick twitch. You love it. You love a boy being nasty. "You are sexy as fuck. You are fucking sexy" you say. The boy grins broadly. You get him on the bed and his cocklet, hairless and small, is still pointing up at his chin. He grabs himself and gives it a stroke, pulling his foreskin up. His hand, small, is a perfect fit for his boy toy. He is young but Dad has taught him well. When it's hard, make it feel good. That is the essence of being a man. You tickle him and he laughs and giggles, writhing and squirming. He is a boy. He wants to laugh and play. He doesn't burn with the lust and burning that you do, that his father does but the pleasure is real nonetheless. Fricton on a cock equals pleasure, just as surely for a little boy as for a grown man. You tickle him and he laughs but then you suck him and he moans. You run your tongue up roughly along the shaft of his pencil and then you kiss the bright pink head of it. Then you go down on his hard rigid staff. You suck his small balls. He moans. He likes it. "Yeah, suck his fucking dick" the dad says. Dad works on the boy's sensitive nipples and his lover and son moans as he does. But you have possession of the boy's crotch. His beautiful miniature dick. His boyhood pride. Between your lips, rigid and hard, you suck it, up and down the short shaft. Your rough tongue against the senstive head of it. You put both of his balls in your mouth and suck on them as the boy gasps and moans. You look up and see dad is kissing him, mouth over mouth, the dad hot and hungry and horny and the boy floating in the pleasure that comes from the attention of two men. You could suck his dick for hours, bringing him to dry orgasm after dry orgasm. It is, after all, the purest form of sex, pleasuring a boy. He doesn't need it exactly. He doesn't burn for it. But he loves it. Sex is the greatest game of all. Dad feeds his son his cock, hard and proud, and the boy eats it up. He swallows it down like a champ. No gag. A boy that has sucked dick before. Who has eaten loads of man cum. The dad looks at you and smirks. "Hot, huh?" "Yeah" you admit "You like that little dick, huh?" "Fuck yeah" He smirks again and nods his head. His boy is here for your pleasure. That knowledge makes your dick even harder, surges even more testosterone into your heated body. But you know the pleasure of the boy is critical. It should be beautiful and pleasurable for him, an experience he will want over and over again. And, really, the sight of a young boy orgasming is truly one of the most erotic things you can imagine. You work his cock and balls with your mouth and tongue and slip a finger underneath his fleshy, round, perfect little ass. You massage his tight, young asshole. He does nothing to protest. He accepts it. He knows what from what. He slurps and sucks on his dad's dick, ready to take his warm salty load. Once dad injected it into a cunt and made him but now those loads go into the boy's mouth, or, you can only hope, into his ass. You massage that butthole and you know the boy must feel it. He squirms a little in confirmation. "Eat his ass" Dad says You push his thin, bony legs up and roll him up on his back. It takes virtually no effort, he's so thin and light. You want to get your face up in between those beautiful firm little ass cheeks and have your tongue get after his tight hole. You know how when you rim a man, it often tastes metallic, like copper pennies? Not this boy. Just the taste of fresh skin. And he doesn't have the earthy scent that a man or teen boy has when you suck their dick. Just a fresh, sweet scent. The boy gasps when your tongue licks and rubs his hole. He squirms a bit. "It tickles" he says, giggling. You can tell he loves it, though. Bury your head down into it, try and work your tongue into the hole. He grunts. He can't help it. It feels too good. Dad has gone back to using the boys mouth for his pleasure. But you nearly bust a nut when the boy reaches down and wraps his small hand around that perfect little rod and starts to jack him, pleasuring his dick as your tongue pleasures his ass. You look up and see his smooth young balls, still not really functional, not yet pumping out the semen and the sperm but waiting for that glorious day that a nasty young boy becomes a hot and horny young man. You see the small veins that feed his miniature cock and you watch as the boy instinctively knows that sex is pleasure and he pleasures himself. You don't ask permission. You lean over the bedside table and get a bottle of lube -- do you use Swiss Navy or Gun Oil or Astroglide I wonder. Silicone or water based? -- and you lube up that rosy pink hole. You slide a finger into his tight ass. "Uhhh" the boy grunts. "Yeah, finger fuck him" Dad says. "Open that hole up" You find his small, underdevloped button, his young prostate, and you massage it He gasps, loving it. Dad sits back to watch his little boy begin to be violated in earnest from a dirty, dirty, boy-loving man. A second finger goes up in there. The boy makes that loud guttural grunt of pleasure that you make when you can't make any other sound, the pleasure of the second being too great. A third finger goes in there to open him up. "Fuck him" Dad says "Do you want me to fuck you?" you say, looking at the boy. "Yeah" "Say it" "Fuck me" he says in his high pitched angelic boy soprano voice. He suddenly twists away and turns over. He gets on his hands and knees, his ass toward you, back arched and head down. To take you doggy. He knows. He's been here before. Weirdly, knowing the boy to not be virginal just makes it hotter. A boy this beautiful should be bred by a man who relishes the sensation and the sight of a boy body. You slather lube onto your bare cock. You position it between the ass cheeks and up against the hole. Momentarily, you fear tearing him apart, so small and compact. Then you push past the resistance, through the sphincter into the softness of his rectum. He gives a whelp of pain. It hurts. You push it all the way in slowly, steadily and then in. You know he feels full. He feels uncomfortably full. You stay there, waiting, letting him get used to your size. Then you feel his body relax. Feel it more than see it. "Fuck him" Dad says. And slowly you do. Back and forth, easy movement, your rigid man cock sliding in and out of his tight perfect ass, over his boy button, sending those wonderful, confusing signals of pleasure and pain, ecstasy and discomfort to his developing brain to sort out. Then the boy grabs his stiff weenie and strokes it, milking the pleasure from his ass to his dick. It is so hot. So sexy. So mind blowingly erotic to see him pleasure himself with his dick as you pleasure his ass. Dad is smirking again, watching intently as his sweet little boy is being banged in the ass. He strokes his own hard pole. The boy is so tight, so fucking tight. His ass is wrapped around your steel hard rod. You move it back and too and friction of it is flooding your brain and your body with sensation, pure lust and horniness. Without thinking about it, you fuck him a little faster. A little harder. You get up over him, dwarfing him, your arm around his torso and momemtarily lift him up off the bed and reposition him for easier access. He is so small and light that you can dominate him and force him however you want. You won't though. You love hairless boys. You adore them. You treasure them. You worship them. Like Eros, they are perfect sex objects. And FUCK! You are fucking a nine year old boy! A little sandy haired, freckled faced, lean bodied boy. As his father watches and strokes his piece in devouring lust, watching his son and his lover being plundered by your thick, hard dick, plowing that tight ass. Tight as fuck. Tight as FUCK. You are beginning to wear your cock out. The sensation in your cock is building, growing. You are becoming hotter and hornier, sex mad and lustful. The boy strokes himself and he begins to squirm and push his ass back onto your dick, driving you in him. He wants it. He wants it. Fuck, man. He wants it. You fuck him. And you fuck him. Then you know. The boy is cumming. Dry cum Boygasm. Stiff, rigid, hardly breathing, then he breaks out into a tremor and makes a whimpering gasp. He feels it. You fucked him into it and you continue to fuck him through it. The hard breathing, the desperate need to pop but unable to, the tingling, prickly feeling all over. You edge him through it. Dad notices it too. "You wait, boy, you wait. You wait 'til I get your ass" he says The boy moans. Goddamn. The most beautiful thing in the world is a preteen boy having an orgasm. The best and most beautiful thing. Then you know. You have to keep fucking him. There is no hope now. You are building and building. The pressure is growing and growing. You need it more and more. There is no hope. Two choices: breed his ass or pull out and crank a load of man milk on his butt or junior unit. God, you want to fucking breed him! Nothing would give you more pleasure than to ram it in one last time and unload in his perfect ass. You fuck him. You fuck him because you have to fuck him. You've lost all control. All sense of right or wrong. Past any need for morality. Just the carnal lust of a small smooth body. You slap his ass one hard time, the crack of it filling the room, and you driven your swollen prick into his honeypot, pounding it. God, it feels good. It feels so fucking good. You feel it. You know. You begin to breath hard as the sensation builds and builds and builds. You lose all conscious thought. Just dick and ass now. The sensation on your prick is beyond imagining. You think you might die. It's that much pleasure. Nothing like it. NOTHING like it! You are tight and tense all over. You are all cock. Every nerve ending is cock, surrounded by sweet boy ass. Too good. Too good. You can't stand it. "Oh FUCK!" you cry out as you unload in his ass. "Yeah!" dad says, pulling on his hard thing. "That was great" you admit. And it was. A sweet sublime memory. Dad gets behind his boy and shoves his head down. He slams it in. Hard. But he knows how his boy likes it best. And he gives it to him. Rough, hard, fast. The boy has found his cock again and he is panting hard still, stroking it. Dad slaps on the ass, once, twice, thrice. Loud crackiing slaps. He pounds that boys ass. And you get to see the look of involuntary ecstasy on the boy's face. He loves his dad dick inside of him. He loves his dad's dick in him more than anyone will ever know or understand. Even though you just came, it's so erotic, seeing Dad plunder his boy and make him his bitch, that you find yourself stroking your dick. You try to will it to life as you watch as a voyeur his dad bang him. It's long enough and it's hot enough that you find yourself hard, at least a little. You move over slightly, sitting in front of the boy, jerking your dick. You watch his beautiful face as he orgasms again. He shivers and squirms under the dicking he is getting, flailing on his little cocklet. Sucking air in through his teeth, trying to get enough in to survive the power of his orgasm, he throws his head back with the look somewhere between ecstasy and rapture. That sight - that gorgeous sight of a boy in the throes of orgasm - sets you over the edge. You crank it out and as your breathing becomes ragged and your balls tuck up tight against the body, you look down and the boy has his mouth open and tongue out. You crank it and then point it down. Your dick explodes and fires out squirts of salty semen in the mouth of the boy, who drinks it down like he is dying of thirst. He looks up and gives you a sweet smile. And then his dad cream pies him, rammed in. Pulling it out, he slaps the kid on the ass. There is nothing like it. Nothing like the beauty of a hairless boy.