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Down and Dirty with Danny
by Oskar M. |
This
work of fiction contains explicit material meant for an adult
readership over 18. If descriptive sex stories with preteen boys are
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The
turbulent child appeared in the landscape of our village at the
beginning of the summer. His name was Danny. He was seven-years-old.
The boy, much like many others, was small and skinny, with dirty
fingernails and scabs on his knees. A mop of brown hair atop his little
head became a jumbled mess at the slightest gust of wind. Above his
dainty nose, green eyes twinkled whenever anyone made the mistake of
being friendly with him, thereupon having to endure the squeak of his
voice recounting many improbable adventures.
The brat had come
to spend the summer at his grandmother’s. For some unexplained reason,
he chose to harass me and my friends instead of playing with other kids
his age. In the company of Matteo and Thomas, I took a cunning pleasure
in rejecting the little pest. All three of us were fifteen and had no
patience for the brazen child. Our routine was already established.
Every day, we congregated on the other side of the tracks next to the
abandoned mine. It was the ideal spot to chat, smoke Camels and share a
stolen bottle of hard liquor.
Upon discovering our hideaway,
Danny clung to us like a leech. Although too young to even hope of
making friends with us, he showed up at our meetings on a daily basis.
This annoyed Matteo the most. One afternoon, the feisty Italian
snapped. He leaned down and barked in front of the kid’s nose.
"What the hell are you doing here? Fuck off! Go away! - No! Danny resisted, raising his chin. I can do whatever I want… - What don’t you understand in FUCK OFF?"
Lashing
out at Danny proved futile. In spite of our aversion for him, the
little boy persisted in frequenting us. He showed up after lunch. At
first, he stayed out of the way, a bit behind, laughing at our vulgar
jokes. But when we ignored him for too long, he tried to grab our
attention by multiplying silly antics. It varied according to his mood.
He mooned us or inserted a finger into his asshole and then licked it,
which gave rise to a complaint of repulsion from Thomas, "Urgh, you're
so gross, Danny."
Everything about the personality of the little
visitor irritated us, especially his insolence. After long hours
tolerating his stupidities, we all cracked. We pushed him around and
gave him a few good whacks.
"You're not nice!"
Danny raged and fled, returning the next day, determined and believing
he belonged to our nonexistent brotherhood.
His resilience
confounded me. Despite the slaps, the kicks and the insults, the kid
never shed a tear and reappeared. I couldn’t find a rationale as to why
he wanted to spend time with us. After all, we were not particularly
interesting. The perception I had of our trio was the same as the
adults of the area. We were just three gangly teenagers, clumsy and
retarded. Matteo only yacked about the exploits of the Ferrari Formula
1 team. Thomas dreamed aloud of every way that would allow him to get
out the village. As for me, I didn’t care about anything and regularly
succumbed to procrastination.
After weeks of confrontation with
the seven-year-old boy, things gradually settled down. Unable to get
rid of the parasite, we got used to his presence. Danny became a sort
of mascot, a distracting clown. Two mouthfuls of alcohol were enough to
get him drunk. Like us, he invented an imaginary girlfriend who did
lewd things, "Thhere's this girrrrl, shee suckked my dick a’undred
times!"
We laughed hearing the youngster doing a pretty good
impression of our teenage bravado. We teased him, telling him to repeat
'dirty words' and asking him to provide the definition - 'whore',
'jerking off'', 'blowjob'. The game generated hilarious results
although Danny often knew most of the sexual acts that were put in his
mouth.
As days passed, a curious fascination for this unwanted
and unrelated kid brother took hold of me. I began to think he was
cute. My raging hormones leaned towards something else since Danny wore
almost no clothes. The boy always cavorted around barefoot, clad only
in a filthy pair of beige shorts. My gaze often lingered on his smooth
legs, his tanned chest or the nape of his neck. The physical attraction
that I tried to suppress only grew stronger and started to invade my
conscious thoughts, as well as tent the front of my jeans. The
terrible child reminded me quickly why I hated him. As soon as he lost
control of his temper - for instance when we didn’t give him a
cigarette - he became unbearable. The little demon pounded us with
punches, shouted at the top of his lungs and spat in our faces. On
those occasions, Matteo sneaked behind him. He slipped a swift hand
into the kid’s shorts and squeezed his balls to cool him off.
"Yo! Calm down! Easy!"
Danny
bent over from the pain. His arms flailed. He tried to pivot and kick
Matteo again and again, screaming, "Leggo my nuts, you homo!"
Thankfully,
after a few good twists of his testicles, the monster that possessed
him went away. At once, Danny ceased to act like a crazy psycho. We
could all go back to doing nothing.
* * *
At nightfall, because it was on my way, I was always the one
escorting Danny to his grandma’s place. She lived in a dreary apartment
above the butcher shop. Danny said goodbye and went inside. His
wrinkled grandmother came out to express her gratitude. "That’s very
sweet of you," she said or "It warms my heart to know that there are
still good young people out there..."
Sometimes,
we talked a while. The old widow mostly defended her grandson, "Danny
does not have many friends, you know. He's a bit wild but he's a good
boy."
From the many brief conversations and through the veiled
words, I began to piece together the story of his short life. The kid
had been thrown in the system, dragged from one temporary home to
another. He was dyslexic, lagging behind at school and ate like a bird.
Eventually, his grandma disclosed the final bit of information to
complete the puzzle.
"I probably shouldn’t say
this," she sighed, "but Danny was taken away from his parents. The two
of ‘em used to beat him and made dirty things with him. They even
filmed what they were doing…"
It had never occurred to me that
Danny could have been abused. The confidence explained his volatile
behavior. If this information disconcerted me, it did not make the boy
suddenly endearing to my heart. I had too much fun teasing him with my
friends and opted to keep this to myself. Together, we started to
devise a series of tests. Contests aimed at confirming Danny's
temerity, but above all to entertain us. The naive child undertook our
challenges, probably considering it a form of acceptance. He brought
back the stuff that we asked him to steal at the grocery store. He
swallowed a squirmy earthworm without any repugnance. He rolled in the
nettles.
Matteo came up with the idea of bringing the gullible
kid into Mr. Rockford’s garden shed, where his Mastiff dog was chained
to the wall. There, he invited Danny to prove that he was not a wimp.
All three of us encircled the boy, chuckling as he hesitated to perform
the task that Matteo had conceived.
"So you're a coward, uh?" Thomas said.
"What are you waiting for?" Matteo insisted, knowing that the nutty kid
would capitulate and humiliate himself for our great joy.
"I’m not a chicken! I'll do it!" Danny proclaimed, ducking his head
under the belly of the large beast. His hand grasped the furry bulge of
the dog. The sudden groping woke the canine’s organ and a veiny
purplish tube expanded from the animal’s groin. Danny wrapped his
fingers around it. He smiled wickedly at us. The next moment his mouth
dove on it.
"Oh man, he’s really doing it!" Thomas roared.
I
watched the spectacle silently, turned on and disgusted at the same
time by the sight of Danny’s red lips sucking the dog’s erection. Mr.
Rockford’s hound started to hop on its hind legs, visibly happy to get
this unexpected reward. When its doggy dick was fully erect, Danny
hurried the pace, sliding his mouth on the inflated flesh, his cheeks
bulging. The animal groaned and let out a slew of high-pitched squeals.
Beside me, Matteo was jubilant.
"You hear how much the pooch loves it, Danny? Yeah, suck his dick faster, give him a good blowjob!"
The
crude scene troubled me for many reasons. Danny was on his knees,
leaning forward in a submissive position. His shorts hugged the curve
of his buttocks as he devoted himself to accomplishing his assignment.
After a moment, the Mastiff decided to put its front legs on the
fragile shoulders of the little boy. The beast in heat humped with
frantic lunges. Danny absorbed the slimy cock right down to the knot
that had taken shape at the base.
Thomas and Matteo laughed
hysterically seeing his little mouth being assaulted and the dog's
balls bouncing on his chin. The Mastiff out of breath wept loudly,
struggling to keep up with its own fervor. Danny endured the savage
stabbing of his mouth then backed off suddenly. The dog’s ugly penis
released from the grip of his lips was already blasting dollops of
seed. I figured Danny would come out from under the filthy animal at
this point, having done the deed. But the little freak stayed there,
eyes shut. "It’s squirting!" he cheered as the many creamy spurts
landed all over his face.
* * *
Perhaps because the boy accepted to participate in our pranks, he
wiped out the last bit of respect for him that my good side had
salvaged. Following the dog blowjob, all my masturbatory sessions were
fueled by the images of the shameless rascal. Pulling on my hard prick,
I imagined the dirty things that his mom and dad had done to make him
lose any sense of decency. In the nasty film of my teenage fantasies,
the character of Danny was vivid because I saw him up close every day.
Sometimes I included myself in the action even though I didn’t like the
image I projected. At fifteen, my body had grown too fast. There were
no muscles of my arms and legs. A curtain of greasy dark hair cascaded
down my forehead and my face was angular. There was only one thing I
thought was fine on me, but it was hidden in my underwear.
From
then on, I hooked up with Matteo and Thomas with lustful thoughts
polluting my mind. I ogled discreetly at our tag along to capture
images for later. I couldn’t wait to escort him back home and be close
to him.
One evening, his grandma was not at the apartment. Danny
unlocked the door using his latch-key. I descended the stairwell as
usual but after a minute, my feet brought me back to the door. No one
saw me. I entered like a thief, thinking the opportunity to prank him
was optimal or something. Being alone with the object of my desires
hardened my penis in my jeans. I tiptoed on the worn-out carpet,
excited by my spying.
That evening, a sweltering summer heat
permeated the air. Danny was in the bathroom taking off his shorts and
underpants. He turned on the shower and stepped under the spray,
whistling some kiddy tune. Through the half-open door, I could see him
naked for the first time. His body was so skinny and so very hairless.
My eyes went up along his thin legs to his butt, two small globes,
strikingly white in comparison with the rest of his skin bronzed by the
sun. Danny noticed I had come in and didn’t give it a second thought.
"It's hot, isn’t it? You can take a shower with me," he proposed, “if you want to.”
"Uh? Yeah, sure….okay….Why not," I mumbled mostly to myself, starting
to remove my clothes nervously. As much as I was attracted to the kid,
a part of me still held me back. It was to be the last time.
When
I climbed into the tub, the biggest hard-on of my life preceded me,
seven inches of rigid meat. Danny did not say anything about it. Behind
him, I lathered up in silence. It amazed me to observe how trivial it
was for him to be naked with someone twice his age. Looking at the nude
kid I found he radiated the asexual beauty that is often attributed to
an angel, a symbol of purity that assuredly no one would dare use to
describe him. Out of the blue, Danny turned around and pulled me into a
hug. "It's you I like the most," he declared, as if there was a contest
between me and my friends to win his favor. I smiled as he looked up
quietly, waiting for a response, his spontaneous little boner poking my
thigh.
"Me too, yeah, I like you a lot." I lied.
"Your dick is hard, uh," he peeped. "Do you want me to put it in my
mouth like I did with the dog?" he added candidly.
"Uh…well," I pretended to hesitate and said quickly, “yeah, sure!”
Danny
knelt down with a wide grin. He grabbed my hard-on with both hands. It
looked enormous in front of his little rodent face. The next second, my
breathing accelerated as he shoved the whole thing between his wet
lips. Everything happened fast but the kid’s boldness failed to shock
me. His unpredictability had become predictable. I just stared at my
cock getting sucked by his petite mouth, concealing my glee. Already my
temperature was rising. Danny got into it, bobbing his head fast and
steady. His enthusiastic slurping made my knees weak. He held my cock
in his tiny fist and went all the way down on it, cramming the meat to
the entrance of his throat. Seeing him, I mused he had surely sucked
his father’s prick many times. His ease to take my full length was
spectacular. He had me on the edge in no time.
"Wait Danny, Orh!" I let out a groan of panic and gently pushed his forehead away.
All
the dirty things I wanted to do to him sent me in a state of frenzy. I
knelt down and put him back on his feet. My lust was soaring madly. I
could have eaten him up.
He giggled when I gobbled up his
smooth little sac. I rolled the tiny balls in my mouth and hastily
moved to his cute pecker. Carried away by the euphoria of the moment, I
sucked the stiff little thing like a vacuum. Danny put a hand on my
shoulder to keep his balance. I took it to turn him on his feet. His
cute ass was right in front of my nose. I spread his buns, exposing an
almost invisible pink hole that I licked greedily with the tip of my
tongue.
"It tickles," Danny said, “but don’t stop!"
I
pursued, sweeping my tongue on his anus, listening to his giggles. When
I regained control of my lust and got up, I gently sandwiched my
erection between his cheeks. His bottom was the part of him that
excited me the most. Catching my breath, I slid my throbbing penis back
and forth into the silky valley, wondering if his dad had done more
than teach him how to suck a dick. Every time the head of my cock
touched the tiny pucker, a shiver went up my spine. Seeing that the boy
was not scandalized, I began to apply a bit of pressure. The ring
loosened with each attempt, seemingly welcoming me. Yet, I could not
conceive that I could enter such a tight orifice. Since I’d grown too
fast, my dick was already quite thick and I remembered that, at his
age, even a suppository felt like a cucumber.
"You wanna stick it in my butt?" Danny guessed my intention, bending over slightly.
"Yeah, we can try…" I replied.
Voices in my head resounded excitedly Do it! He wants to! Yes, do it quick dummy!
I bent my legs and pushed harder against his anus, to no avail. With
some soap, the small hole accepted the intrusion of the swollen head.
As the crown finally passed the barrier of the sphincter, Danny uttered
a plaintive moan, accompanied by mine. Like a caveman, I pushed half of
my cock in him and began to pump.
"Argghh! Slowly!" he protested.
"Orh, your butt is so hot, Danny," I whispered in his ear, "I won’t do
it for long, I promise...orrhhh…it feels so good inside you..."
Bucking
my hips, I slammed four inches into his ass again and again. With each
thrust, Danny climbed on his toes, rubbing his stiffy with two fingers.
His incessant moaning started to resonate in the bathroom, "Annngh!
Annngh! Annnghh!"
I hooked my arm around his delicate chest to
keep him prisoner of my primal passion, giving it to him with measured
strokes. Glimpsing at his butt hole sent my horny brain into overload.
The small donut of flesh was blushing and stretched around my cock. I
knew I wouldn’t be able to hold off long. My balls were already heavy
as melons. Hoping to avoid the inevitable, I closed my eyes and tried
to calm the storm, still thrusting at a steady rhythm. For a moment, I
savored the tightness. Of course, being a teenager of fifteen, I
concentrated only on my own pleasure. When Danny suddenly trembled in
my arms, it startled me. The voice in my head said he’s cumming!…while you’re boning him in the butt!
"Oh shit!" I shouted over his joyful yelps. "Oh shiiiit!"
His
twitching asshole clenched and unclenched my cock. The pressure was
such that I thought it would chop it off. I withdrew and climaxed right
away. It was a beautiful thing. For a minute, the hissing jets of cum
exploding from my dick drew straight white lines on Danny’s tanned back. * * *
The ending of our first intimate encounter had certainly been
abrupt. This, combined with the fact my libido was practically
inexhaustible, kindled the desire to do it again with Danny. I found I
could easily take advantage of his precocious skills. Almost no efforts
were required to manipulate the credulous little boy. From the start, I
realized that all I had to do was preserve a false friendship between
us. I played hide and seek with him, other childish games, and said
inane things like, "We're good buddies now, aren’t we?"
Danny
ate it all up. After being rejected, my turnaround elated him. But in
order for me to reach my goal, a certain sequence of events had to
align. The hardest part was finding excuses to ditch Thomas and Matteo
for an hour. As soon as I succeeded in being alone with Danny and my
folks were out, my dick got hard.
"I’m bored. Do you want to come to my house?" I asked him.
"Okay," he chuckled, knowing what I had in mind, flashing a naughty smile
The
speed at which the lil’ horndog got aroused impressed me. Then again,
he was hyperactive. In my room, I took off his shorts and white briefs
then caressed his skinny body for a minute. His tiny penis sprung up.
The foreskin retracted completely under the crown of the head. I sat
him on the bed and went down on him, slobbering over his smooth
genitals. Then I flipped him on his stomach for a butt licking,
something he enjoyed a lot. By then, he was fully sexed up and my cock
was leaking like a faucet. It was at that time that I suggested, "Let’s
do it in your butt. I want to see how it feels again."
"You really like my butt!" Danny said, raising his bottom up obediently. "Do it but don’t push it all the way in…"
"Okay," I agreed, lubing up and mounting him from behind.
Danny
clutched the bed sheets. I sank my cock carefully into his little
asshole until his squeals became shrill. He could take about five
inches. Holding his slim hips, I started to sodomize him with the
typical boorishness of a teenager; urgently and disgracefully. Danny
winced and squealed the whole time but it usually didn’t last long. The
pleasure of pumping his adorable behind made me overheat quickly. Just
thinking that I was going to bust my nuts inside him did the trick. I
groaned feeling my cock swell and shoot into his bowel. Already, my
brain was craving the next fix.
At other times, if no private
spot inside was available; I dragged Danny into the woods surrounding
the village for a quick blowjob. Despite being only seven-years-old,
the boy could suck cock like a whore. His little mouth engulfed my
entire erection until the tip of his nose plunged in my pubes. My eyes
scanned the trees, afraid someone would come by. On his knees, Danny
kept on sucking. Once in a while, he paused and looked up, grinning.
"Do you like it?" he demanded with his raspy voice.
"Yes, suck it some more Danny, it feels really good!" I encouraged him.
As
I approached my orgasm, I put my hand behind his head to force him to
swallow. Danny breathed through his nostrils while I flooded his
throat. He gulped down my load and didn’t object to the rough
treatment.
This was set to occur a lot the entire month my
folks were off work. I couldn’t use the house and prepared to settle
for oral sex even though I preferred anal. Much to my happiness, I got
a lucky break early on, a lengthy period during which Danny’s
grandmother visited her ailing sister every weekend. We did it on his
bed. Sometimes, Danny proposed it. We both stripped completely naked.
Danny climbed on the mattress. He grabbed himself under the knees,
giggling and flaunting his butt. I used his grandma’s hand lotion to
lubricate my cock. It smelled of old people but I was too horny to care.
On
top of my little partner, I grabbed his ankles and folded his supple
body in two. The initial penetration caused him discomfort. But when he
slipped his hands under my armpits to cling to my torso, I knew he was
ready. He grimaced as I buried my cock into his rectum increasingly
deeper.
"Does it hurt?"
"No, urgghh, urgghh!" he grunted.
Within
minutes, his tiny hole loosened up to accommodate the thicker part of
my shaft. In this position, I could pin him down and lodge my dick to
the hilt in his upturned butt. His fingernails scratched the skin of my
back as he held on to me. I undulated on top of him, pulling back and
driving my cock inside his butt. The movement of my hips hastened until
I was bouncing on him, fucking him hard and without respite.
"Is this how your daddy did it, uh? Did he put his penis in your butt fast like this? - Yesss, anngh, Danny whined, shaken by my violent plowing. - You like it, uh? - Yes, I like it when you do it fast!"
The
noise of my balls beating against his buttocks fed my lust. It seemed
to me that I would never get tired of ramming my cock in and out of his
tight little hole. After long minutes reaping the delights of his small
ass, the need for relief triumphed. I pulled out and aimed at his
sweaty face. Danny shut his eyes and grinned. My pulsing cock bombarded
a dozen gobs of jizz. Watching myself ejaculate on his face brought me
a perverse gratification, even more when I put my penis in his mouth
after stuffing it in his behind. After we were all done and cleaned up,
I tucked him under the covers like he was my kid brother and went away.
Even
though I was convinced Danny enjoyed sex, back on the streets outside,
a dark cloud followed me around. Guilt and confusion reared their ugly
heads. The voices in my head turned on me. They made me feel dirty,
telling me I was a scumbag. I questioned myself on who was more
depraved out of the two of us, me, boning a seven-year-old kid, or him
consenting to give me his butt just if I asked him?
Whatever
anxiety I experienced vanished the next morning. My orgasms were too
intense for me to consider stopping. If doubts plagued me, I reasoned
that Danny was surely gay, that there are kids who were born to have
dicks up their asses. Reassured by my teenage logic, I continued to
spend time with my young fuck friend every weekend.
We usually
played simulated soccer for hours in his room. We used a pair of socks
rolled into a ball and cardboard boxes for the goals. I didn’t mind the
immature game. Despite my lust, his giggles made me feel careless and
free. And I knew, at the end of the evening, he’d want to fool around,
he would say yes when I’d ask him to do it in his pooper.
Every
time, the anal sex was a bit more brutal and lasted longer. Regardless
of the kid’s squeals, I didn’t hold back and pounded his butt. Once my
groove was in full swing, it was relentless. My balls hurt from
slapping against his skinny buns. I nailed him with all of my teenage
vigor, relishing every minute of it. Whenever Danny got a dry cum, his
body stiffened a second, he cooed and then shivered. Groaning, on the
verge of losing my mind from the pleasure, I had to pull out and cum on
his face.
* * *
At the end of the summer, the turbulent child disappeared from
the landscape of our village. My buddies were relieved to get rid of
the annoying brat. I acted like I didn’t care either but went looking
for him all over. Unable to locate the boy, I hurried to his grandma’s
place. The old lady welcomed me with bubbly eyes. She told me that they
had found an adoptive family, "really nice folks". Upon hearing the
news, I smiled in an exaggerated manner, feigning to be glad. Walking
away, already the void inside me was swallowing everything like a black
hole.
For
many years, I lived with the regret of never having had the chance to
say goodbye to Danny. Later, guilt resurfaced more often than not. It
became a burden as I got older and moral oppression infiltrated my
soul. Sometimes, small things of daily life reminded me of that summer,
an odor or a song. Whenever guys at work talked about their first time,
it was the worst. They all boasted and praised that special girl. I had
to coward away, knowing I could never tell anyone how I had lost my
virginity. My souvenirs were definitely not proper material for casual
chit-chats around the water cooler.
I could understand how people carrying a secret went mad. How you feel all alone in the universe. How it gnaws at you.
Decades
later, at a reunion with my old buddies Matteo and Thomas, the itch to
confess got the best of me and made me admit everything. We were in a
bar. Perhaps, alcohol had something to do with it.
"Hey, you remember little Danny when we were young, that summer, in the
village?" I interrupted the ongoing conversation, "Well, he was a real
slut! He loved taking it in the butt!” Thomas and
Matteo broke down laughing. They looked at me as if I was the king of
fools. I learned that I had not been the only one to get into Danny’s
little ass. They had also fucked him repeatedly, sometimes both
together. For long minutes, I nursed my beer and glared at them. They
had not invited me, the bastards...
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