Date: Sat, 23 Apr 2011 10:02:44 -0500
From: s. a. <anonymx101@gmail.com>
Subject: Servicing Dewayne

Warning: This story contains homosexual activities between an adult and
adolescent, as well as profanity, aggressive behavior, and some kink.  I'm
the sole creator of my work.  Feel free to contact me at the above email.

Real Boy Encounters: Servicing Dewayne

By Steven Alex

     I met Dewayne online.  We had talked through email and messenger for a
couple of months.  He had told me from the beginning he was only sixteen.
He also said he was straight but liked the occasional "fag" sucking him off
and eating his ass out.

     He showed me a few pictures, all of which were of his hard cock and
his tight hole.  He was one of the kinkiest people I had ever talked with.
On numerous occasions, he told me he wanted to shit and piss on someone,
and he talked obsessively about S&M, bondage, rape, and exhibitionism.
Once, he told me a story of how he jerked off in a locker room as a janitor
watched from a distance.  He also said he showed off his cock a couple of
times in class and once on a bus, and he liked walking around his house
naked, so his little sister and her friends could see.

     Furthermore, he talked dirty 24/7.  He would constantly ask me things
like, "When you going to come suck this cock?" and, "You picturing my cock
in your mouth?"

     He said he had a few guys over before to service him.  He described a
couple of them as "creepers" and "trolls", and he said he had face-fucked
one of them so hard the guy nearly choked on his vomit.  "He won't be
coming back, LOL!" he joked.

     We decided to meet on a Tuesday afternoon on a Spring day.  I drove
twenty minutes to reach his home in Edison.  He lived in a neighborhood of
old homes and modest yards.  His house was a faded brown, Ranch-style house
with a few puny trees and shrubs in the yard.  There was also a rickety
looking mailbox, and a couple of water hoses strewn haphazardly on the
lawn.

     I parked down the street, out of sight, and waited for his text.
After ten minutes, I finally got one.  He said he was running late, but he
would be there in the next five minutes.  After five minutes, I got out and
walked to his house.  I noticed an old, ugly station wagon in the driveway,
so I figured he was home.

     I rang the doorbell and waited for what seemed like forever.  I was so
nervous my palms were sweaty and my bladder felt like it was about to
explode.  A few times I heard dogs barking inside.

     He finally answered.

     He was a huge geek!  He was ghastly pale and had a big puff of brown
hair, which made him look like a piece of broccoli.  He had thin-rimmed
glasses, but they were too large and round.  Although he had a big face, he
didn't have much of a chin, and his ears stuck out.  His nose was long, and
his nostrils flared outward.  He also had big, brown eyes; pale, thin lips;
and a tall, gangly body.

     He was wearing baggy gym shorts and a faded blue t-shirt with the
graphics mostly worn off.  His sneakers were so overused they looked like
rotten lettuce.  He was also wearing a cheap, black wristwatch, which had a
couple of cracks in the band.

     His living room had dark, wooden walls and drab, green carpet.  The
furniture was just as drab, and there was clutter all over.  There was a
musky odor of dog piss, and the temperature was warmly icky.  There was
also a velvet painting of Jesus on the wall, which looked like it was from
the 70s.

     To my surprise, he was a little shy at first.  "Had to put up the
dogs," he mumbled, while avoiding eye contact and keeping his body facing
away.  He had a nice bass in his voice.  "Well, I need to take a
shower--just got done with PE.  You can chill in here, or...you can come
watch."

     I smirked, chuckled.  "That'd be hot."

     "Cool."

     He began to walk away, and I followed him.  We went into the bathroom,
and he shut the door behind us.  He turned on the water and got down to his
whitey tighties.  They were yellowish-white, as if he had worn them
forever, and the band was stretched out.  There was also a hard stain with
a dark outline on the front of them.

     For a skinny kid, he was pretty toned, especially in his abs.  He was
mostly smooth, although I could see a little hair sticking out of his
crotch.  He also had large arm veins and a slight funnel chest.

     He checked the water's temperature and turned to me again.  He noticed
me staring at his bulge.  Suddenly, he grabbed my head and thrust it into
his groin.  He smelled like day old piss and sweat, which was sweet but
putrid.  He rubbed his bulge against my face.  "Like that?  Smells so
fucking good, doesn't it?" he asked.

     He stepped back and pulled his briefs down to reveal his cock.  It was
semi-hard and was long, thick, and cut.  He hardly had a bush, which kind
of surprised me.  He pulled down his briefs farther.  I noticed two skid
marks in them.  He took off his briefs and folded them inside out.  He
grabbed my head again and shoved them in my face.  "Smell that shit," he
commanded me.  They smelled like shit, but not as much as piss and sweat.
"Lick it."

     I giggled, and he flung them over my head.  As I pulled them off, I
saw him step in the shower.  He began touching himself and watching me
watch him.  He got hard in seconds.  "You like that big, fucking cock?  Bet
you can't wait to taste it, huh?" he asked.  Suddenly, he got a surprised
look on his face, grabbed his cock, and held it out.  "Wait for it."  He
paused for a few seconds to let it go down, and then he started pissing.
His piss was a heavy stream of clear fluid.  "Oh, gawd!" he moaned in
pleasure.  He flung some of it in my direction, but I dodged it in time.
He stopped pissing and shook his cock, flinging a few drops.  "Goddamn,
that felt good.  You should have drank that shit."

     He started stroking his cock.  A few times he stopped to flap it
around.  Soon, he turned around, bent over, and played with his crack for a
few seconds.  Then, he bent all the way down and spread his ass cheeks.
His hole was tight, pink, and looked like a tiny starfish up close. There
was also a ring of fuzz around it, and a tiny ball of tissue clinging to
it.  While holding it open, he looked back at me.  "How you like that shit
hole?  You want to lick it, don't you?"

     I reached over and touched it.  It winked and opened wider, revealing
a little, red donut of skin.  "Nice," I said.

     I straightened my finger and started sticking it in him.  He was very
tight, and it felt like poking a balloon.  Suddenly, my finger burst into
him, as if the balloon popped.  "Oh, goddamn, yeah, stick it in there."

     "Straight my ass," I remember thinking at that moment.

     I could feel his prostate hardening, and he began moving up and down
on my finger.  Abruptly, his hole clinched, and he stood up.  "Gonna make
me cum doing that shit."

     I noticed a little brown on my finger, and I discreetly washed it off
in the shower.

     He finished showering, grabbed a faded towel off a rack, wiped off
quickly, and flung it on the sink.  He walked out naked and turned on the
A/C.  The A/C roared on like a dinosaur.  "It's gonna get hot and smelly in
this fucker soon," he assured me.

     He went into his room, and I followed him.  His room stunk like B.O.,
and it was cluttered with random shit.  I noticed a few signs hanging on
the wall, which looked like stolen property, and huge stacks of video games
and DVDs everywhere.  A black snake was in a cage near one of the stacks of
games.  His bed was also in disarray, and his sheets looked like they
hadn't been washed in forever.

     He grabbed a couple of pillows and flung them against the wall.  He
then lied down on the bed--spread eagle, fixed the pillows, and leaned
back on them.  "Now get down here and suck this cock."

     I knelt on his bed and began sucking him.  His cock was so thick it
was hard to go down on.  However, I loved the way his cock twitched, as I
attempted to.  "Take it down farther, bitch."

     I tried to, but it was just too fat.  Suddenly, he gripped my head and
pushed down on it.  Within seconds, I was salivating like crazy.  He pushed
harder, and I began struggling and trying to cough.  He snickered and
finally let go.  I gained my composure, got some air, and began licking the
underside of his cock.  After a few seconds, his cock started to twitch
more.  "Oh, yeah, lick that shit good."

     As I continued licking his cock, I reached down and began rubbing his
hole, which felt like Jell-O.  "Oh, yeah," he continued.

     My tongue went down to his balls, which were big and taut.  My tongue
kept traveling downward, barely reaching his hard, bulging crotch when
suddenly he thrust his body outward, grabbed my head, and forced my tongue
onto his hole.  "Eat that shit hole, bitch!"

     I began giving it a thorough lathering.  "Get in there, you cunt."

     I tightened my tongue and stuck it in.  The farther I went in, the
more it tasted like shit.  My tongue was also getting a burning feeling,
like I was licking a battery.  For a second, his hole pushed outward, as if
his stomach muscles were tightening.  "Oh, fuck yeah, deeper, deeper!"

    His hole began to drip with spit, and it felt like a slobbery mess.
Suddenly, he let out a long, juicy fart, which sputtered more spit out.
"Oh, shit, how you like that little surprise?"

     I licked up the spit, which tasted like shit water.  I returned to
sucking his cock.  I stared into his face for most of the time, and he
occasionally glanced back, looking lost in the moment.  We were only a few
minutes into our encounter, but it was already starting to get hotter and
smellier in his room.  I stopped briefly to pull off my drenched shirt and
toss it in the floor.  I had a raging hard on, but I kept it in my pants,
like I usually do.  I continued sucking him.

     Soon, I gently slipped my finger in him.  He groaned loudly and began
moving up and down.  "Deeper!"

     My finger hooked around his prostate and into a squishy fold in his
guts.  His balls grew tauter, his rectum tighter, and his cock became so
fat it started throbbing and pulsating.  I began swirling the tip of my
finger in that fold, which made him squirm.  Soon, he threw his head back,
closed his eyes, and grimaced in pleasure.  I could feel and taste his
pre-cum, which felt like tiny squirts and tasted like olive juice, but
bitterer.  "I'm going to cum, I'm going to cum!" he groaned.

     His prostate grew harder, and I could feel a swishing in it.  His
rectal muscles began to pump themselves against my finger, and his urethra
swelled with cum.  Finally, I could feel his thick, warm cum fill my mouth.
His cum tasted like salty fish sticks that had sat out for days.  He
grabbed the top of my head and held me there, until he pumped every drop in
my mouth.  "Don't swallow," he told me.  He tilted my head up.  "Open your
mouth."

     I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue, as he inspected the load
inside.  A glob of it pooled up in the floor of my mouth.  "Oh, yeah,
fucking hot.  That shit tastes good?"

     I shook my head yes, and a little spilled out the side of my mouth.  I
gulped it down with one big gulp, and then I wiped my mouth and licked my
fingers.

     I noticed a drop of cum dribbling down his shaft.  I quickly licked it
up, and then I squeezed the head of his cock, opening his piss hole.
Another gob started to form, so I grazed his hole with the tip of my
tongue.

     Suddenly, he grabbed me under my armpits and pushed up on me.  I rose,
and he shoved me on the bed.  "I'm not through with you yet."

     I thought he was going to start sucking my dick or something, but
instead he got up on the bed, shoved a pillow behind my head, and knelt
above my face.  He then stuck his limp dick in my mouth and began thrusting
his pelvis against my face.  His cock filled every inch of mouth, like a
big, wet sponge.  "I'm going to fuck that mouth good."  After a few
seconds, he got up and sat down on my mouth.  I began to eat his hole.
"Eat that shit hole."  After eating him out for a few seconds, he turned
around and sat back down on my mouth.  He rode my mouth some more, as he
spread his ass cheeks.  My tongue went deep inside him.  He soon farted,
spraying my tongue and mouth with more shit juice.  For a second, a tiny,
brown bubble came out his ass.  "Oh, goddamn, I wish I could shit in your
mouth."

     He turned back around and stuck his hard cock in my mouth.  He began
to fuck my mouth, as his big, stubbly balls flapped against my chin.
"Deeper," he commanded me.

     I soon started gagging on his cock.  He tried to keep me from pulling
away, but I was still able to catch some air.  I went back to taking his
cock.  He began pushing faster and harder, and he threw his head back.  He
started thrusting his cock head against the back of my throat, and I could
feel his pre-cum pooling up.  "I'm going to cum again."

     I stuck my finger in his ass, and he groaned louder.  His insides
tightened again, and he shot another load.  Immediately, his load went down
my throat, without me ever tasting it.

     He got off me and left the room.

     I put on my shirt and got the fuck out of there.

     The next time I heard from him was two months later.  He said he had
pictures of our encounter, and he wanted five grand, or he was going to the
police.  I immediately deleted my account and haven't heard from him since,
although I had heard a few months later, he tried to scam one of my
friends.  In the end, it turned out to be nothing.

The End