"White trash get down on your knees, time for cake and sodomy." - MM
Hi boys and girls! 'Tis the season to be
jolly and...horny. I can't say if you've been naughty or nice. But I sure know
of someone who will be very very naughty. A little boy named Cody. Do you see
him? He's right there on the street, hopping on his bike and examining the
piece of candy that the new subscriber on his paper route has kindly given to
The gelatinous five-prong star glows bright green in the palm of his
hand. Not from the dimming rays of the setting sun. The little star actually
sparkles on its own, much like a nugget of jade or the fluorescent necklaces
you can purchase at a theme park.
A grin of satisfaction appears on the
youngster's lips. He has seen the gummy treat once at school. The legend is
that this special candy can make you grow up faster. Now, Cody is inclined to
believe those stories since, for a while, he has been secretly yearning for
more muscles on his measly frame in order to stand up to the mean school
bullies or his big brother. It was also said that the special candy could make
your peter double in size. An undeniable bonus.
Cody starts to pedal, eager to
get home, eat it and discover for himself the peculiar potential of the rare
Looking at him passing by on his bicycle, you would think that he
is a virtuous ten-year-old boy. Just a precious brown-haired, mousy-faced kid
whose life is dedicated to videogames and Disney movies. Most folks make this
The truth is that he's a child of modern age, mature beyond his years.
He will not turn eleven for six months, but he is already showing signs of
looming adolescence. Compulsive wanking, for one thing. Of course, sharing a
room with a horny eighteen-year-old teenager will take its toll on your
Every night the little boy witnesses in the darkened bedroom how
his big brother Brandon jerks off. The latter certainly has no shame about it.
He lowers his boxers down to his knees and wraps his fist around the big
monster. His hand goes up and down, faster and faster. His muffled grunts echo
in Cody's ears as he pretends to sleep. The little voyeur is always astounded
by how much white juice his brother's hairy balls contain. Numerous ribbons of
the thick substance spurts out of his penis, landing all over his chiselled
Cody hits the breaks and fishes out the piece of candy in the pocket of
his jogging pants. Temptation has been gnawing at his will for the last mile.
He cannot wait anymore. He puts the jellied morsel in his mouth and chews on
it. It disintegrates between his teeth, bursting with flavours of lime, going
down in his tummy like regular candy.
He remains still, listening to his body
for any indication that the dose is kicking in, pondering what is suppose to
occur. Perhaps a dizzying buzz similar to when he had tried pot for the first
But nothing is happening.
"Fuck that." He bitches under his
breath, pedaling again with the weight of deceit heavy on his mind.
rolls across the train tracks, a grumble originates from the pit of his
stomach. His limbs begin to quiver. What seems like a sugar rush initially,
quickly mutates into something else. The child can tell that something is awry.
"Oh shit," he whispers, sensing an odd fluctuation overtaking him
from the inside. Without warning, a full hard-on pops instantly between his
thighs, tenting the front of his gray jogging pants.
"Oh shit! Oh
He speeds up, suddenly compelled by a different motivation. His
BMX jets on the asphalt. The house comes into view. He breathes a sigh of
Throwing his ride on the lawn, the distressed boy dashes to the front
entrance. A squeaky groan of discouragement escapes his throat as he fumbles
with the key that will open the lock.
Upon opening the door, he crashes to the
floor, happy that no one is there to behold his pale sickly complexion. The
ceiling is spinning. There is only one priority.
With shaking hands, he slides
his cotton pants and underoos to his ankles. His penis is straight as a peg of
wood. The foreskin has retracted completely. Below his childish erection, his
testicles are hard like two super balls. The first contact of his fingers to
his hairless package has him chanting melodic cries of joy.
begins pumping his dick, making the pleasure mount, digging the heels of his
sneakers in the carpet. "OHHH SHIT!!! OHH FUUUUCKKK! OOOOOOOUU!" He
hollers, on the verge of bawling.
This is unlike anything Cody's precocious
hormones have provoked before. He shuts his eyes, ablaze in a realm of sexual
inferno. With every rub under his glans, he coos and moans, cultivating a good
kiddie cum. In the midst of the turmoil, a moment of panic sets in. His brain
speculates on the dangerous nature of the candy. This is obviously powerful
stuff. Made of ingredients that render you horny as hell? Are there other side
His focus returns to his little dick. The urge is overwhelming. He
beats his weenie harder with the specific goal of delivering himself from the
grapple of his lust. Everything but his penis goes numb the more he drifts
into a blissful daze.
Wanking with frantic devotion, he attempts to harness
the storm, his face a mess of adorable grimaces and his whole body twitching
from muscle spasms.
When the lashes of ecstasy finally whip at his body, his
buttocks tense up and he bounces on the floor. Shrill screams soar from his
throat whenever the peaks of his climax freeze his body. He holds on to his
pulsating little pod, enjoying the eruptions of his orgasm, riding the wave,
each new jolt sending him to nirvana.
Standing in front of the mirror the next day, Cody studies his
naked self. He cannot detect any difference to his skinny body. No matter how
closely he scrutinizes himself, there is no noticeable change. The
metamorphosis is not proceeding. His penis still has a snail-like appearance.
Flexing his muscles summons a pitiful bump on his bony arms.
The reflection of the mirror does not lie. He is
very much a child. His mane of unkempt brown hair cascades down the sides of
his noggin, framing his smooth baby face dusted with faint freckles. Isn't he
supposed to be taller? And have fuzzy hair on his upper lip? Obviously more of
the candy is required for the magic to happen, he figures.
And so, Cody goes to the house of the man who's given
him the special candy. He rings the doorbell and waits, fidgeting in his dirty
running shoes. The Candyman answers the door and smiles at him. He is a tall
fella, dark-haired and handsome like the actors on TV.
"Hello, Mister." The little
boy peeps politely.
"Oh, you can call me Jim!"
The Candyman asserts. "It sure is nice to see you back so soon. Come on
"I--I--I wanted to..." Cody
stammers in the hallway, suddenly realizing he has entered the house of a
stranger, something his mother had forbade him to do repeatedly in the past.
"...to know if you have more candy?"
"Oh, I see." Jim says.
"It is a precious commodity. Magical elves make that stuff. Did you know
"No." Cody replies, his eyes
aglow with awe.
"I cannot just give it away like
that all the time. You really have to want it bad. It's only made for naughty
boys. Are you a naughty boy?"
Cody is taken aback by the turn of the
conversation. He looks at his feet coyly, trying to come up with a respectable
answer. A creepy vibe emanates from the tall figure, sending chills up his
spine. "I can be naughty." He cries out.
"I'm sure you can. That's what
the magical elves really crave. Remember that time you and Brandon did naughty
"Uh?" Cody mutters. But in
the back of his mind he knows exactly what the Candyman is hinting to. A flash
of lucidity captures his attention.
"Hey, how do you know my
"The magical elves told me."
The Candyman whispers. "They can read your mind. They know what you did
with Brandon that night when your mommy and daddy weren't home. That was very
naughty. You were drunk, uh?"
The memory of that evening reddens the little boy's
cheeks. His souvenirs are fuzzy since he was seven then, but he can recall
that Brandon had brought home a porno movie and a bottle of vodka. After they
had downed nearly all of the alcohol and viewed the nasty images for half an
hour, Brandon was horny. He had pulled his pants down and started to wank. It
was the first time that Cody had seen his brother's cock in the light. The
beefy teenage pipe curved up from his groin under a patch of wiry hair. He was
jealous of the virile appendage.
Giddy and intoxicated, he had aped his big bro,
dropped his shorts and tugged on his little pecker. The next moment, Brandon
was on him, sucking his hard titties, making him giggle uncontrollably. The
delightful romp compensated for years of tormenting from the part of his older
sibling, especially when he went down to his crotch and gobbled up his
wrinkled scrotum to suckle his nuts.
They got naked quickly after that, except for their
white socks. Then Cody spread his thighs, offering his small boner to the
hungry lips. Brandon sucked his stiff pricklet again and again for long
minutes, until it became red like a hicky. Cody harpooned him in the mouth
with it, moaning and wailing high-pitched cries of bliss. Fortunately, the
knowledgeable teen perceived there was something he would appreciate even
His hands slipped under Cody's knees and pushed his
short legs against the back cushion. His tongue dove into his puckered anus.
Cody shivered from the assaults of the spongy dart, plunging into him and
squirming there so deliciously, enough that he came, obtaining his first
climax strictly out of the pleasure of having his bumhole rimmed.
To reward his brother for his expert tonguing, he
leaned over in Brandon's lap, wrapped his fist around the base of his
throbbing organ. The prickly pubes tickled his hand. He eyed the pink wetness
of the pee-hole atop the purple head and gently licked the humid indentation.
Brandon cried like a wounded puppy. The reaction fuelled Cody's eagerness to
The teenager's massive eight-inch cock could
absolutely not fit in his mouth but he engulfed as much as he could and bobbed
up and down, unaware of really what to do, siphoning the pole clumsily. Within
a couple of minutes, it shuddered and blasted its sauce on his forehead. Cody
laughed. The hot semen was oozing down unto his pointy nose.
"So are you gonna be naughty
again with Brandon?" The Candyman asks, waking the child from his
"If you are very naughty with
your big brother, than you will get some more candy. That's how it works. It's
up to you. Here's another piece for now but you have to promise to be very
"Ok. Thank you!" Cody
retorts, carefully taking the glowing star as if it is a gem.
bedroom the brothers share is located over the garage. It is a private lair.
Their mother comes by once a week to pick up the discarded clothes on the
carpet, empty pizza boxes, toys and skateboards. Brandon likes the joint. It
is isolated from the house and has its own bathroom. He has decreed a set of
rules for his little brother. When the hyperactive imp doesn't follow them, he
punches him and wrestles him to the ground, because isn't that what all big
brothers do? Make sure that the lives of younger siblings are more miserable
than their own.
Cody's calls for help
cannot be heard in the house when Brandon attacks him. The confrontations
never deteriorate any further than playful ruffhousing anyway.
Because of the age
difference, coexistence between the brothers has always been perilous. The
little one was a 'Happy accident' their folks said. At first, Brandon did not
react well to the invasion of his space by the baby. With time he has learned
to deal with it. Now that he is eighteen, the presence of a child in his room
is troubling. Ever since that night when he had sexual contacts with the boy,
the tyranny of his perverse impulses keeps eroding his fortitude.
Whenever he's in a
crowd, natural instinct prompts him to spot baseball caps because there will
assuredly be cute boys under them. Whereas other guys at college are hooking
up with girls and embracing adulthood, he is doing everything to remain a
teenager. Every weekend, he plays soccer for a level B team. The demanding
sports allows him to unleash his pent-up frustrations. As well, it maintains
his body in good shape.
As much as he tries to
control the urges, Brandon cannot resist peeping at his kid brother when he
takes a shower. He moves the picture of a monster truck on the wall and spies
on the bare form through a tiny hole. Blood rushes to his cock when he admires
Cody lathering up his pre-pubescent body. The good boy cleans his private
parts assiduously, rubbing the cake of soap between the fleshy globes of his
bubble butt and on his hairless genitals.
Most of the time, Cody
pops a boner, which he fondles with his soapy fingers. The kid relaxes under
the hot water, gently rubbing his hard dickie. Brandon wonders what he is
fantasizing about as he watches him play with his penis? The spectacle has his
heart pounding, especially when the little masturbator groans and twitches
from his boyish cum.
You can understand
Brandon's uneasiness when his brother creeps towards him this evening, his
pyjama-clad body drenched in the luminous haze of the moonlight. The thin
polyester fabric clings to his petite body. He climbs on the bed and exhibits
a rascally smile, wiggling the toes on his bare feet. The demon extends his
hand, presenting a glowing gummy star.
this?" The young man asks.
special stuff." Cody responds, beaming with pride. "Try it, I'm sure
you'll like it."
Brandon inspects the
green morsel. "It better not taste like shit or I'll punch you..."
He snarls, throwing it in his mouth. "So what now..."
Cody says with an insisting tone in his soprano voice. He looks up at the tall
chap, trying to distinguish a hint of change. His stare goes down Brandon's
sinewy chest to the big lump in his boxers. After a minute, it is clear that
the candy is defective. The teenager is not affected at all by the mysterious
force. Regardless of the outcome, Cody knows he has to be very naughty. His
fingers go to the lump in his brother's boxers.
what are you doing?" Brandon inquires.
have to do this!"
enthusiastic statement paralyses Brandon. He doesn't do anything to stop the
child when he tugs on his loose underwear. His semi- erect prick leaps
have to suck it!" Cody chimes, gripping the fat sausage at once. He
sticks his tongue out and traces circles around the uncircumcised head, at the
same time flicking his wrist on the shaft to bring the beast to life. At full
mast, the adolescent pole looks gigantic in front of his freckled mug.
Brandon's reason assesses the absurdity of the situation, but when the thin
lips enclose his cock, his apprehensions disappear.
The boy's free hand
cups his hairy balls as he starts sucking. "Ohhhh Cody!!! Ohhh fuck!
Yesss, keep it up." Brandon encourages him, watching the avid mouth do
its magic. Cody's translucent cheeks become hollow from the suctioning. His
hair flail with every upward move.
yeaaaaah, Eat my cock! Suck it!" The teenager mutters as he takes to his
feet to fuck his face, thrusting his hard-on all the way to the back of his
throat. On his knees, Cody clutches the muscular buns of his big brother to
keep his balance. The relentless jabbing gives him vertigo. He takes over
again, placing both hands around the pole. His focus is on the mushroom head.
Using his lips, he slurps on the leaking knot again and again, slowly teasing
the young man.
Cody ignores his
brother. He just keeps up the slow, steady pace - up - down - up - down,
sensing how it's driving Brandon mad. Elated with the newfound power, the
young despot sucks the big cock timidly, prolonging the sadistic gratification
of his dominance on the older male. Then he bobs faster, determined to weaken
him, suck the teenage strength out of him through his penis.
Ohh OHHHHHH Yeah lil' dude, here comes the juice!" Brandon announces,
breathing in ragged gasps, nearing the threshold of his orgasm.
Cody prepares himself
to receive the wad down his gullet. The bloated tube flares and spills a
torrent of cum. There is much more semen than he expected and he gags on the
syrupy substance, swallowing a great deal of it, the remainder seeping at the
corner of his lips.
The flow does not
abate. He lets Brandon's eggnog fill his mouth, controlling the natural reflex
of gulping it down. When the slimy organ pulls away, he spits out the huge
load, scrunching his face in disgust. The salty aftertaste sticks to his
palate. He glances back up at Brandon, still bewildered by the audacity of his
End of Part 1