From: FANCHAPHAW@news.delphi.com (FANCHAPHAW@DELPHI.COM)
Subject: BOYS, SEX, AND SEXPLOITATION-1  (boy/boy)
Date: 4 Dec 1994 15:16:54 -0000
Organization: Delphi Internet Services Corporation
Summary: A sex story from the childhood of a boy.
Keywords: fiction, gay, minors

FAN CHA PHAW PRESENTS:


From the YOUNG, HUNG, & PROMISCUOUS zine:

BOYS, SEX, AND SEXPLOITATION
PART 1

The following story is a true-to-life account, as reported in the
Young, Hung, & Promiscuous Zine, a true-to-life accounting of
sexual adventures from the childhood of boy-lovers.

This material has been submitted anonymously.

This material is copyrighted by YOUNG, HUNG, &
PROMISCUOUS. All Rights Reserved-1994

Fan Cha Phaw does not condone the activities of the persons in
this story. Fan Cha Phaw does not condone the breaking of any
laws known to mankind.

If you are under the age of 18, or under the age at which you
can legally read adult sexual material, exit now and do not
continue reading.

If you are offended by stories of childhood sexual activities, exit
now and do not continue reading.

ISHMAEL WILKINS



PART 1


Young boys can often be exploitative when it comes to sex and
sex games. As a boy I was often like this, however, in defense I
would have to say that little boys do not know any better, and
their actions at the time seem to be right, there are always
justifications as to why they behaved as such.

I wouldn't be honest if I did not admit that I had some of these
periods in my life when I was not always as consensual as I
might have been if I had known better.

When I first started out boy-boy sex was common place, and
adults pretty much kids alone, realizing that they were going to
have sex play with each other. It was even considered to be a
normal part of growing up, even for two boys to have a crush
on each other and to engage in sex play and exploration.

Boy-boy sex was often rough and tumble. Even though two
boys were "mo'ing" each other up, that was no excuse to be a
sissy about it. Boys played rough and tough, not only in their
everyday games, but in their sex games as well.

Few boys would ever think of going home and telling on a
playmate who sexed him up, even if he were a little rough or
demanding about it. There were things that boys just didn't talk
about and things which were only between boys.

Perhaps this is why so many of us were able to pull some of our
earlier antics. I am sure that if any boy had gone home and
broken the code of boys and told of some of our antics, we
would not have been able to sit down for a week, and we would
have learned a quick lesson in sexual conduct and misconduct.

When I was a little boy I was sexually attracted to younger
boys, something which has never changed even as I got older.
The ages of the boys might have changed, but the fact that they
were younger has always remained constant.

In those days it was fairly easy to find younger playmates for
sex games. Things were not as dangerous for kids then. We
could play on the streets and wander around the neighborhoods
without fear of being mugged, shot, kidnapped, or raped. We
even were able to Trick or Treat for miles and miles without
ever worrying about getting razor blades or drugged candy.

Little boys often played around the outskirts of the areas in
which the older boys played. Normally the little boys were not
invited to join in on or games, unless we felt sadistic, or we
needed guinea pigs.

The little boys often witnessed our sex play games, and some of
them would jack themselves off while watching, or grab an age
mate and have their own sex play. Only on occasion would a
younger boy be invited into the older's world, and very rarely
would a little boy be invited in for sex games.

It was well known that many of the boys played sexually with
the little ones when alone with them, and many of the little boys
were younger brothers of some of the neighborhood gang. The
unspoken rule was, however, that little boys did not join in on
the group sex games.

Every once in a while we would have a sort of initiation for a
new boy who was joining our "club." This initiation would
consist of him stripping naked so that we could get a preview of
his naked body, and then performing sex acts on the rest of the
gang, such as jacking everybody off, or occasionally sucking
everyone off.

Ass fucking was common among us, but it was rarely a group
thing, or something which was done during initiation.

If two boys wanted to fuck, they could go off into the bushes
alone, and everyone would leave them alone, knowing that they
were going to fuck. Two sets of boys could fuck side by side,
but neither acknowledged the other. Fucking was a private thing
to us, something which was considered as "serious" sex.

Every once in a while when things were a little quiet I would
wander off into the group of little boys and choose one or two
for a trip into the bushes. These boys would beam with pride
and give a "look at me" smile to their friends as they headed off
into the bushes with the older boy to be sexed.

Normally once in the bushes there would be a naked sixty nine,
however, if a boy seemed mature enough and able to handle it,
he was firmly ass fucked. No little boy would refuse the request
of an older boy to lie down and spread his ass cheeks to be
fucked. Even if the older boy's cock didn't fit inside of him, at
least he didn't refuse, he wasn't an outcast.

Once in a  while we would catch an unfortunate outsider boy
wandering around through our neighborhood. Even though we
were not a gang, per se, and there were no territories, outsiders
were seldom welcome without invitation.

When one or more boys were caught invading our space, they
were jumped on and dragged off to our "clubhouse." Once there
a meeting was held to determine what to do with them. Once in
a while when we were in festive moods, we would hold a trial
for them. They would be charged with spying and would be, in
the tradition of Kangaroo Courts, be promptly found guilty.

Each time a different boy sat as judge, and it was he who
decided the punishment. Most "punishments" were sexual in
nature, the boys sentenced to sucking cock, or now and then, to
be ass fucked by one or several boys. The boys so sentenced
knew better than to try to dispute or argue, and submitted to
their punishment. They knew that their time would come, and
one of us would be caught on their turf alone.

Little boys were left free to wander at will and were seldom
harassed if found on another's territories, unless the other little
boys decided to mock the older boys, and held their own courts
and dealt out their own punishments.

I often enjoyed luring outsider little boys into our territory
where I could tell them that they were sentenced to sex play with
me. No one was ever hurt during these "battles." We would
never even think of violence, nor would any outside boys,
expect for a few in the rougher parts of the city, where everyone
avoided at all costs.

I use to have a favorite game which I liked to play. It started at
school. I wandered down the younger boys area one day.
During these days there wasn't too much segregation amongst
the ages, and no one batted an eye that I was wandering down
the hall of boys three or four grades younger than me.

I would pop into the boy's rooms when I was not noticed doing
so, and I would look around to see if there were any boys in the
stalls. This activity was one which was not only practiced by
me. It was a favorite past time for many older boys.

Younger boys soon learned that if they were caught in bathroom
stalls at the time that older boys came calling, they were in for
giving a hand-job at least, but more often sucking dick, or
having their pants taken down and getting fucked between their
legs.

It use to be kind of game of tag between the older and younger
boys. The fastest way to clear out a rest room for younger boys
was to have an older boy walk in.

I use to be lucky, in that I would often find a stall occupied. I
would quietly go into the next stall and peek over to see if it
were a younger boy. If I went unseen, and the little boy was
sitting their with his pants down around his legs, he would be
fair game.

Some boys would crawl under the door of the stall to gain
access, while a few athletic ones would scale over the top. The
trick was to get into the stall before the boy had a chance to get
his pants back up, or yell and run away.

Once inside the stall the job was to insure that the boy kept quiet
during the sexing. Various boys had their own special methods
which ranged from holding their hands over the boy's mouths,
to threatening them with a severe pounding.

I developed my own style when raiding boy's room stalls. I
made a "key" out of metal which would fit into the outside
grooves of the door and open it easily when turned. Before a
boy had a chance to move, I would be inside of the stall smiling
at him. My method to keep him quiet consisted of a
handkerchief which I always carried in those days.

After pointing a warning finger at the boy, I would wrap the
handkerchief around his mouth and tie it into a so-so gag.
Even though it would not gag a boy enough to keep him
from being heard if he wanted to be heard, it was kind of
like my pretend ropes, it served its purpose.


BOYS, SEX, AND SEXPLOITATION
PART 2

Once the gag was in place I could settle in on sexing the boy.
Normally my sexing consisted of sucking the boy's cock,
something which rarely happened to them during such raids. I
seriously believe that boys began to sigh with relief when the
raider was me. They knew that instead of having a big dick
forced down their throats, they were going to be treated to a
blow job.

I would usually end up my sexing with a quick fuck between
the legs. I would tell the boy, as kind of a joke, that I would be
there again the next day if he wanted to be sexed again. I would
be surprising to find how many boys were there in the same
stall the next day at the same time waiting.

I expanded this school time game to my local youth club, but
found that it was too difficult to do it in the bathroom. There
was just too much traffic.

There was a gym where basketball was played. It was a huge
thing which came complete with fold-up bleachers. Little boys
could slide between the wall and the bleachers, and thus have
the entire area behind the bleachers to explore. This became a
favorite cruising place of younger boys who wanted to play. It
also became a place where the unwary boy was sexed if he were
caught alone behind the bleachers.

I made it a habit to watch what boys were going behind the
bleachers. If the boy were new, cute, and interesting, I would
follow him once he was in there, and then trap him in some
corner.

It was usually the same procedure, however, without the gag.
The boy would be sucked off, although sometimes I demanded
sucking in return. The boy would then lay on his stomach with
his pants down and would be leg fucked. If a boy were
especially cute and somewhat willing, he would be ass fucked,
but usually with a promise that he be able to repeat the same
thing afterwards.

When I was slightly older I use to wander around looking for
unsuspecting boys to sex. One of my favorite places was the
bathrooms at a local public lake. In this one rest room the stall
doors often did not work, and so they remained somewhat
open. When I would walk inside of them, I could glance and
see if it were man or boy inside.

On several occasions it were boys, and I quickly stepped inside
of the stall and pushed the door closed with my back. The first
time there was a boy around eight or nine inside, his swimming
suit down around his knees and him sitting on the toilet.

I took my dick out of my pants, smiled at him, and began to
jack off. The boy sat there wide eyes, and within a few minutes
his dick stood up from his legs.

Without missing a beat a got to my knees and sucked him off.
Afterwards I pushed him back on the toilet a little and rubbed
my dick up and down his chest and stomach until I shot over
him.

Smiling I wiped my dick off with toilet paper, handed him some
to clean himself off, said thanks and see you later, and off I
went like a bat out of hell.

Two things could happen. The boy could clean himself off and
go back to his family like nothing ever happened, or he could go
running out to tell Mommy and Daddy what happened. I never
hung around long enough to find out, nor did I ever hear of any
complaints.

It was in that same rest room about a year later that I came
across a beautiful nine-year-old boy standing at the urinal with
his Speedos around his ankles. He was attempting to piss in the
fairly high urinal, and so was up on his tip toes when I walked
in on him and found him like that.

Without missing a beat I walked over, picked him up, and held
him while he pissed. I made sure that his little buttocks were
snug in my hand. When he finished pissing he smiled at me and
told me that he was done. Instead of setting him down,
however, I carried him over to a stall, closed the door, and
pulled his suit off of his feet.

Holding him with both hands, and laying him out flat in my
arms, I raised him and brought his groin up to my face. His
dick went into my mouth, and I sucked it for a while before
opening my mouth further to allow his balls to enter as well. I
sucked him, cock and balls, for about four minutes before I felt
his little body shudder in orgasm.

When I set him down and pulled my dick out, his eyes almost
popped out seeing it so large. I put a hand gently to the back of
his head and guided his mouth down onto me. He took the head
of my dick into his mouth without hesitation, and sucked me for
a few minutes.

When I asked him if he liked what we were doing, he shook his
head yes. Placing him on the toilet seat, I told him to bend way
over and pull his butt cheeks apart. The little boy did so without
question, and I was treated to the sight of his little puckered
opening. Without hesitation I went down to my knees and
began to rim the boy's ass.

I found that my tongue fit into him nicely, and I was thrilled to
find that he was naturally able to loosen up. He accepted my
finger fully into his ass like he had been doing it for years.

Reaching into my pocket, I took out my trusty little plastic
baggy which contained some of my favorite hand cream taken
from my mother's collection. I always carried it around with me
for occasions such as that.

I pulled my pants down to my knees and greased up both my
dick, and the little boy's ass. All during this procedure he was
watching me through his legs. When I looked at him he smiled.
I didn't have to worry that he would freak on me. He watched
me lube him up and then my dick, and any boy, even one his
age would could put one and one together for the sum of two.

Sure enough, just as I thought, the little boy's ass was easy to
penetrate. I felt the head of my dick slide in, and then I began to
slide inside of him. I let the sliding be natural, and did not push
at all. It was as if he was swallowing me whole. When I felt my
pubic hair brush up against his ass, I gave a little shove to make
sure that I was totally planted, and then took a minute to enjoy
the feeling of his warm little asshole. The boy's anal muscles
squeezed against my dick, fitting it much like a good glove.

When a few seconds later I began to thrust into him, he moved
his body back and forth to meet me. I built up quite a tempo
during my fuck, and the little boy stayed with me all the way,
never once complaining.

When I came it was like a cannon going off inside of his ass. I
heard him gasp as my cum shot deeply inside of him.

No more than thirty seconds after I finished cumming I heard
someone enter into the rest room. I didn't worry, however, as I
thought that our door was closed. If someone called out for the
boy, however, I would freak.

I freaked when I heard a youngish voice calling out for another
person. It could only be the little boy whose ass is still filled
with my dick. Before I could totally pull out of him, a face was
at the door, and that face seen all.

All I heard was "Hey, what the fuck are you doing to him?" and
I was off like a shot. My pants three quarters of the way up, I
busted through the door, sending the older boy onto his ass.
While he was down, I was off and running. I seen him coming
out of the door and chasing me, but by the time he even got
started in his pursuit, I was long gone.

The problem was, however, that I knew him, and he knew me.
He was an older boy at school, and he played sports, such as
football. He was a big, tough kid, and it seems that he caught
me butt fucking his little brother in a public bathroom. I was
dead, and I knew it.

I waited that night and the next day for parents or cops to come
calling, but neither did. Luckily enough school was out for the
summer, or I would have been murdered if I had summoned up
enough courage to appear there.

Several times that summer I had close calls when the older
brother and a few of his friends almost cornered me. The
brother, it seems, did not forget or forgive. The few times that I
was alone I spotted them first, and when I was younger I was
as fast as a rabbit. No one could catch me unless I let them.

Other times I was with a few of my own gang who also liked to
fuck boy's asses, and therefore we were equally numbered or
we outnumbered them, and they were not that brave to provoke
an attack.

I knew, however, that when school started and the football team
joined together once again, my days were numbered.

Towards the end of the summer I ran into the little boy again,
who was out playing in an area that I was passing through. I
immediately freaked thinking that I had stumbled upon the boy's
home, and that he would run away telling his brother that I was
there.

Instead, however, the little boy smiled and waved and ran over
to me. He asked me where I was going, and almost in the same
breath if I wanted to play again. I asked him if his brother was
around, and looked in all directions with great concern on my
face. The little boy laughed at this and said "Fuck him." That
sounded funny coming from the mouth of such a young boy.

Assured that his brother was no where to be found, he told me
that he knew a place where we could go. I could not resist
temptation and followed. The boy had been a fantastic fuck and
I wanted more. The fact that his older brother was going to kill
me for fucking him in the first place took second place in my
mind as I watched his ass wiggle as he led me to out playpen.

In little boy talk, I fucked my little friend's ears off that day, as
he allowed me to ride him again and again. For a finale, he sat
up on top of my dick while I laid on my back, and he rode me
like he was riding a horse. When I came off in him about sixty
seconds later, I swore that if his mouth had been open it would
have shot out of it.

The boy wiggled himself around as we dressed, and he told me
that he felt good and that his ass was filled with cum. The boy
seemed to like the feeling of having an ass full of cum, and I
was happy that I made him so happy.

Before we parted I asked him if he would fail to mention our
meeting or subsequent ass fucking to his older brother. I felt
that if the older boy found out that I came back for seconds,
thirds, fourths, and fifths, he would wait outside of my house
to kill me.

The little boy laughed and repeated his "Fuck Him." As little
brother told it, butch older brother had been fucking his ass and
their eleven-year-old brother's asses for as long as they could
remember, and that he often parted his cheeks to allow the little
boys to fuck him, as well as parting them for his football
friends.

With this information stored away, I left happily. When school
started at the end of the summer I ran into older brother, who
almost immediately wanted to cream me. Before he had a chance
I told him that I talked with his little brother and that he told me
the whole story. I warned him that if he creamed me I would
make sure that everyone in the school knew about him and his
antics with his little brothers and the school football team.

We quietly retired to a neutral spot and I told him what I had
learned from the little brother on the last occasion that I had
fucked him. I thought that he would blow up when he heard that
I had seconds, but he meekly held his head down and asked that
I not tell anyone.

I didn't, we became somewhat friends, and every once in a
while he would invite me over to sleep at his house. He didn't
really want me there, but it was easier for him to invite me over
than his little brother.

I had many nights of sex with my little friend and the eleven-
year-old brother, and eventually with the Jock as well. I quickly
found out that we was overly protective of his little brothers and
very jealous of anyone else having sex with them. I cured him
of this eventually, but it wasn't easy.

THE END

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