Date: Mon, 18 Jan 1999 18:27:11 PST
From: Debonair
Subject: I SPY (b/b)

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This is a work of FICTION for ADULTS only.  Do NOT read this if you are
under 18 or if you are not an adult according to the laws of your state
or country. Do NOT read this if you are easily offended or if you are not
interested in fantasies involving young boys. This file contains
sexually explicit material.

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Parts of this story are true, mostly the beginning. Enjoy

(boy/boy)

"And the boy was something that mommy wouldn't wear. King Jeremy the
wicked. Ruled his world." - Pearl Jam

I SPY   by DEBONAIR

PART 1.

   The first apartment I rented when I was 22 was right next to the
downtown area where I worked. It was my first real job and I relished
the freedom of adulthood finally. Of course, the cozy place was not
very spacious, only a small living room, a kitchenette and a bathroom.

   There was ten units in the building. Three floors of three
apartments and the last one in the basement. It was there, in the
basement unit that lived the kid that would haunt my life forever. I
had spotted him right away.

   The boy was about twelve and had black hair shaven on the sides. His
dark eyes twinkled when he passed beside me in the corridor saying
'Hi' from time to time. Even though he had steely braces on his teeth,
it didn't stop him from smiling wholeheartedly.

   During the summer, he wore shorts, displaying his beautiful
hairless legs. Quite the athletic type, you could not have pinched an
inch of fat on him.

   Soon I became obsessed with the kid and began spying on him every
chance I got. At first, I spent many of my evenings, my ear glued to the
crack of my door listening. Listening to everything that went on
downstairs, in the basement apartement. Since I was on the first floor,
I was very near to the object of my attention. The doors were very thin
and I could hear almost everything.

   Quickly, I found out that the boy was very boisterous, getting into
trouble a lot, doing poorly at school. He lived with his single-mom
and was into all kinds of sports, hockey, soccer, bike riding. His mom
yelled at him constently, screaming his name: "GREG! Don't do this,
GREG! don't do that etc."

   As days went by, I carefully sketched the boy's schedule. On
weekdays, he was there at suppertime, 5 to 7 and then he left to
play outside until 10 pm, sometimes later. Saturday, his mother took
the car for the weekend and went god knows where to be with her ailing
sister. Sunday, his uncle came around noon and had lunch. I suppose to
verify that everything was ok with the home alone boy.

   It was on these weekends, that Greg misbehaved the most. Coming in
after midnight with 3 or 4 friends. I had heard his mother threaten
him many times. He was only allowed one pal inside the edifice during
the weekend. Not one more. But he disobeyed time and time again.

   The gang used to hang in the basement corridor and chat for hours
into the night. About girls, sex, cars, hockey and trading cards. And
I listened to every word. One time, they discussed the beating they
had given to a group of other kids. At another time, they drooled on
the shoes they had just stolen in a shop window, congratulating Greg
for breaking the glass with a brick.

   Most of the time though, Greg spent his day with his best friend.  A
child named Ralph. A naive, redheaded boy of the same age who would endure
the torture of his strong buddy. Growing more brave, I often tiptoed
to the basement and put my ear on the door to listen to them play
inside. And almost every time, Greg at some point would beat him up
until the frail kid cried.

   The black-haired demon was also a great porn collector. Movies he
traded for stolen goods from his school friends. The wails of women
getting fucked rang in my ear almost every week as he watched the
tapes with his best friend Ralph. "Look at that, he's gonna put it in
her ass!" I heard them say with their small voices. "Oh Gross! Yuk!"
again during the cumshots.

   I could picture them in my head. The two twelve-year-olds, their
pants around their ankles jacking off to the dirty images on the tv
set. Sometimes, I heard him describe the hardcore flicks to his hockey
pals: "There was these blond girls with huge tits, and they all got
fucked in the ass! Man, I jerked off fourteen times!"

   It was also a ritual for the two young pals to practice Judo in
the basement corridor on Sunday, just before the class they both attented.
Strangely, they practiced their chomps in their underwear. I used to
go out for a pack of cigarette exactly then, to get a glimpse of their
tight buns in their colored bikini briefs and the lump they had down in
front.

   My hands were shaking everytime I did the trick, afraid they would
discover the little escapade wasn't random at all. The sight of the two
almost naked boys grabbing and punching each other to the ground remained
in my head for a long time afterward. One particular time as I was spying
with my ears inside my place, Greg proposed a game to Ralph.

"Hey, the one who loses the next round has to take his underwear off and
run the three flight of stairs and come back down."

"But we might get caught!" Ralph barked, concerned.

"That's what's fun!" replied the more adventurous boy.

"That's not fair. You always win. You're better at Judo." the redhead
kid complained.

"Ok. I'll do it first, then you go."

"Okay. fair enough." Ralph concluded.

   The sound of the first boy running up the steel stairs resonated in
the building. My heart pounding, I opened the door slowly, leaving it
ajar, hoping to catch a glimpse of the kid as he went back down. And I
did. Greg didn't even notice me as he raced down. I saw for a few
seconds, his perfectly round white butt and his flailing circumcised
boyhood. The next boy dashed also in front of my eyes, showing me his
tiny uncut penis. They repeated the dare three times, giggling madly
like toddlers.

   The next week, as both boys were watching a porno tape late at
night, I stuck my ear to the door as usual, but this time it was
different. In between the fucking sounds of the movie, I heard Greg
urging on his little pal: "C'mon let's do it. You'll see it's good."

   The tv was suddenly shut off. In the silence of night, the moans
of the kids came to my ears. I could clearly hear their body shifting
on the sofa. And then the hushed voice of Greg: "Oh yeah suck it"
I figured they were slurping their boydicks, my head was spinning.
Cursing, I prayed to god to give me x-ray eyes at that very moment.
I gently turned the doorknob hoping I could slip into the
apartment and hide like a tiny mouse in a corner to witness their
lovemaking. But it was locked.

   Soon after, Ralph pleaded "OUCH! OUCH! STOP!". 'The little brats
are fucking each other!' I thought silently. "I'll put a condom" Greg
suggested and the music of their coupling contined. Loud panting,
yelps of joy and pain and finally groans of orgasmic bliss.

   For days, I wracked my brains trying to figure out a way to get
into the basement apartment and hide a wee spy camera somewhere.
Just in case it would happen again. But to no avail. Only my ears were
to be the voyeuristic tools.

   Ralph disappeared from Greg's life shortly after that. I guessed he
had enough of the crazy boy's bully attitude. Getting fucked in the
ass probably had something to do with it. A new boy replaced him,
the kid was named Jonathan and had curly blond hair like an angel. He
was much younger, around eleven, and lacked the maturity of his older
friend.

   Greg's homornes were definitly on fire. Every time I spied on him,
he would talk about sex with his buddies. It didn't take long before he
had a story of his first fuck to yak about. Then came Nancy and Susan,
both neighborhood sluts it seemed.

   Young Jonathan was always tagging along, laughing at the tales of
the older mates. They shoved him around, he wasn't part of the gang.

   As months went by, Greg didn't react the same way when he bumped
into me in the hall of the building. Sure, he always said 'Hi' but he
didn't have the same innocent look in his eyes. I guessed he had
noticed the way I stared at him. Because of my obsession, I was
nervous around him. Maybe he sensed it.

   Greg and Jonathan mostly played in the locker area. The large room,
also in the basement, had ten cubicles, one for each unit. I was
elated. I could hide in my storage place and look through the crack of
the door at the boys playing there. They wrestled or kicked a
bean sack for hours.

   Greg was a teenager now, he had turned thirteen. Two years older
than his little buddy. His mom didn't understand their relationship
but she was content with the fact that her son had somebody to spend
time with. Of course, much like he did with Ralph, the black-haired
lad, teased and overpowered his small companion.

   He had a nasty habit of pulling down the blond kid's sweat pants
and underwear with two swift tugs. I ogled at this young god's
beautiful body. His soft pale buttocks and childish hairless genitals.
The youngster succeeded many time in doing the same. And I found out
that little Greg was no longer small. I could see a tuft of pubic hair
and his package had become heavier. In fact, I would say he was hung
for an early teener.

   The older boy shared his porno with his new pal. Little Jonathan
squealed in delight in front of the forbidden moving pictures. Saving
my heart, they didn't have sex behind that closed door. I heard
Jonathan leave quietly to his home. But I knew that at some point, the
kid would be taught lessons in sex.

   Every Saturday around midnight, I took my post in my locker. The
boys were bound to come wrestle in their playroom for sure. One
night, they seemed tired and only tossed a basketball.

"I'm so horny tonight" Greg whispered. "Come here" he ordered the
young lad. Grabbing his little hand, he shoved it down the front of his
black sweat pants. "See how hard it is!"

"Yeah" the imp exclaimed.

"You know that Koho hockey you wanted?" Greg asked. "I'll give it to
you if you suck it..."

   The child considered the offer a moment. "I dunno."

   Greg urged him on "C'mon man, I'm gonna explode!", insisting until
the kid nodded.

   My eyes were teary from joy as I watched the eleven-year-old kneel
on the cement floor. Greg lowered his exercise pants to his ankles, his
monster cock jutting in front of the cute face of the lad. Greg stared
right into the blue eyes of the little angel as he stuck his little
pink tongue out to lick the pre-cum off his turgid dickhead.

"Uhmmmmmmmmmm" Greg moaned loudly. The kid was swallowing his meat
slowly. Then he proceeded like he had seen in the porn flicks,
grasping the base of the penis to masturbate it, suckling the big
knob.

   The thirteen-year-old caressed Jonathan's yellow curly hair. "Ohhhh
Ohhh yeah suck it" he cooed, feeling the lips slide on his seven
inch pole. "Ohhh you're so good"

   The young pre-teen didn't seem to mind the hard piece of flesh in his
oral cavity. He ate the big cock as best as he could, filling his
mouth. Growing braver, he fondled the heavy set of balls and caressed
the teenager's ass, pulling on it to force the long prick further down
his narrow throat.

   I could tell Greg's body was like Jell-O and the kid was really
working him. I had shivers up my spine, witnessing the first boysex
ever of my life right in front of my eyes.

"Uhhhh I'm gonna cum!" Greg yelped. "Oh yeah oh yeah.. eat my load!"
he instructed, clinching the kid's head hard and spurting his cream in
his mouth. His muscular body convulsed as he climaxed. His white
asscheeks contracting with each jolt of pleasure.

   Jonathan's adam's apple bobbed up and down as he gulped down the
balljuice exploding on his tongue. He licked the last drop from the
teen's piss slit and licked his lips.

"You're a better cocksucker than Susan!" Greg grinned.

"Thank you" the child peeped.

   After that event, I could tell that the two boys were closer. Greg
still bullied the youngster around but with less intensity. Jonathan
had been authorized by his folks to sleepover at Greg's place and every
Saturday, he spent the night there.

   As expected, they started to have sex together. I listened to it.
A lot of sucking at first. Then weeks later, I was there when
Jonathan lost his virginity. He yelled a lot in the beginning from
taking Greg's big rod up his cute behind. But soon, he was pleading
for more, "OH fuck me! FUCK ME!" I heard him. 'Little slut' I cussed.

   They would watch porn and practice the scenes live in Greg's
bedroom. For two months, the sounds of their intense intercourse
filled my head all the time. I was utterly frustated. Irate. The best
sex show was just a few feet from me and I could not contemplate it one
second. I watched televison trying to get it out of mind, but couldn't
stop thinking about it. I was going mad.



I SPY   by DEBONAIR

PART 2.

   A strange thing happen then. A clear example of something bad
turning into your advantage. A friend I had not seen for a while who
was a boylover came to visit me. He was the kind of man who was very
touchy-feely. So as usual with kissed cheeks in the hall upon seeing
each other. I had not realized it but Greg was right there.

   He pretended not to notice and bowed his head. "You didn't tell me
you had grade 'A' meat around here!" my friend commented. I frowned at
him, then turned red as Greg dashed out the exit. I knew then that the
boy would never run around in his undies in front of me and would
avoid my presence like the plague.

   It was much later that the event proved positive. As I came home
late from a Christmas party, I found the thirteen-year-old devil
sitting in the stairs alone in his blue underwear. It was 1 o'clock
in the morning. My eyes caught sight of a black eye and bruises on his
naked torso. 'This time it was your turn to get beaten up!' I silently
thought.

"Hi" he peeped.

"Can't sleep?" I asked bravely.

"Nope"

"You're friend's not there?"

"No. He went to his grandma."

   Slowly, I climbed to my apartment, happy at how much conversation I
had gotten out of the kid. As I turned the key, he barked: "Hey
Mister! Are you a faggot?"

"Yes. I am GAY if you must know." I responded sternly.

"What's the difference..." he muttered defiantly.

   I had no intention of teaching him about good manners and put my
right feet into my nest. It was one of those special times when you
realize that one step can make a lifetime of a difference. I didn't
take it.

"Do you want come in?" I demanded. "I got some ice for your eye. If
you don't put anything on it, it's gonna be huge tomorrow."

   The kid didn't answer and followed me inside. We talked while I
cared for his wounds. Nothing he could say could surprise me. I
probably knew him more than he himself.

"I saw you. I saw you in the locker, watching us." he blurted out in
the middle of one of our mindless talks.

"Y y yeah so?" I stammered, a total wreck.

"So.. nothing." he replied.

   Out of the blue, he bluntly inquired if I would suck him. The sly rat
was fully aware I would never refuse such an offer. It felt like we were
old lovers already.

   He removed the last piece of garment off his strong body and sat
in my comfy armchair. How I lusted after the boy. His limp prick right
on the cushion where I had spent hours watching tv to get away from
him. I caressed his boyfeet and ran my hands on his soft hairless
legs. With the most erotic touches I made love to his lean body with
my fingers then kissed his perfect skin, nibbled his pink nipples.

"Come on!" he insisted, pushing his hardening penis to me.

   I dove for his balls and munched on them hungrilly. I had had some
sex with my adult friends but this was definitly the most beautiful
cock. My tongue left a trail of saliva as I tasted the young burning
organ. Blood rushed to it and it kept getting bigger under my lips.

   Before I blew him, I had him turn around and ate his ass. My
palms on his firm globes, I made my tongue dance in his asscrack and
gradually slipped my oral probe into his tender anus. He only had two
hairs back there, a pretty sight. The kid confided, he had never been
reamed. He moaned loudly the more I explored his anal opening.

   When he turned around again, his boydick was at full mast, a proud
seven inch. I went down on it with a vengeance for I wanted the boy to
say I was the best cocksucker in the world. "Ooooooooooh" he cooed,
his little toes curling up, as my lips raced on his hard bone.

   I teased his knob, vibrating the tip of my tongue on his sensitive
glans, licking his pisshole. Then leaped on the rigid wand, taking it
deep in my throat. I listened carefully to his cries of joy. Pausing
before he reached his climax. And for twenty minutes I held him. Hot
and bothered, experimenting real adult pleasures.

   His face grimaced. I made sure every centimer of his cock was
alive. Speeding up, I bobbed my head like a madman, suctionning the
gorgeous tool like a vacuum.

"Uhhh uhhh UHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" he yelled.

   I released his prick from my grip and watched him cum on himself.
His penis shuddered, shooting gallons of white jism on his belly and
as far as his face like liquid fireworks. Leaning over, I slurped the
puddles of sperm all over his hot skin, drinking the sweet nectar of
boy essence.

   From then on, the boy often knocked on my door. Mostly to ask for
money, sometimes only to see what I was doing. I grew afraid that
somebody in the building would notice him coming to my place. The
consequences would be horrible if he told anyone. I feared the kid
would blackmail me and threaten to reveal our erotic interlude.

   But being a boylover, I was not strong enough to leave my door
closed for him. He introduced me to his pal Jonathan. Both kids would
snoop around my apartment. Browsing in my books, the boxes of pc
games I owned. I felt assured that Jonathan didn't know I was into
boys. Until he found a box of belgium cookie in the pantry and asked
"Hey can I have some cookies? I'll show you my dick if you want?"

"Have the cookies. You don't need to show me yer dick." I snapped
back, giving a rude look to Greg for telling on me.

   Greg even spilled his guts to his mom. She knew he was spending
time with me. "I'm so glad my son hangs out with you. He needs so much
paternal attention. My husband left 10 years ago.. bla bla bla" she
yaked on when I bumped into the her. The whole thing was turning into a
nightmare.

   But it had its rewards, I could pretend to be a hockey dad. It
meant watching an hour of boring pee-wees skating aimlessly. On the
other hand, I could go in the lockeroom after the game and help Greg
take his uniform off. All these growing boys running out naked of the
showers was priceless. Greg would wink at me and smile. He knew I was
in heaven.

   Even more interesting, Greg and Jonathan started putting on little
sex shows in my apartment. They could 69 for hours on my couch, sucking
all the energy out of their youthful bodies through their penises.

   Just last sunday, I almost fainted. The familiar rap of little
knuckles echoed in my apartment. I opened the door to the two boys.
Both were dressed like boyscouts and Greg was carrying a camera.

"Do you wanna film us?" were his first words. "I'm gonna buttfuck
Jonathan and I wanna make a movie of it!" he added. Little Jonathan
nodded his approval beside him.

"Why the hell do you want to do that?" I queried, my dick jumping in
my jeans.

"Cuz' this man at the arcade is gonna buy it for 500$." he answered
seriously. "200$ for me, 200$ for Jonathan and 100$ for you!"

   I sighed heavily. Prison bars flashed in front of my eyes and my soul
sunk to my feet. 'These two are gonna be underground movie stars' I
whispered in my head.

"Please! Please!" the two kids sang in unison with their high voices.

"Okay. Gimme that" I muttered, nabbing the camcorder and following
them down the stairs, half-excited, half-concerned.

   Greg's apartment was exactly like I had pictured it. My ears had
been right on. All the rooms were where I thought they were. I was
right on about each piece of furniture. The couch in the middle, the tv
set in the corner, the kitchen table in the back. Only the colors were
different.

   The scene was to be shot without editing. So it had to be right.
I practiced filming the kids in their cute boyscout uniforms to get
used to the camera. Both boys had memorized every details of the
script. All the adults acts they were to perform. There even put a
little corny dialogue in there. "Oh I need to get fucked", "I can take
care of that" etc.

   I pressed the REC button and filmed as the kids came in the
apartment, pretending to be back from a jamboree and talking
innocently. But soon they were on the couch, kissing each other and
rubbing their firm little asses. Greg removed the blue and gold scarf
of his blond friend and pieces of clothes started flying. Their beige
shirts, blue socks and beige shorts until they were almost naked
sporting the sexiest string bikinis exposing their white little rear
ends.

   Rolling on the floor, they rubbed their flesh together, lowering
slowly their underwear. Between their young bodies, Greg's cock was
hardening rapidly, while Jonathan's little dink, devoid of any hair,
was already stiff.

   Never once, did they take a peek at the intruding camera. I zoomed
in on their genitals as they took position to 69. Both boys moaned
loudly when they swallowed their boycocks. Greg gently suckled his
buddy's wiener like a lollipop, while Jonathan tried his best to take
more of the huge hard-on. For five minutes, they worked on getting
their dicks hard as nails, eating their hairless balls and licking
their throbbing pricks.

   Greg straddled the kid's thin chest and fed his massive cock into
his willing mouth. The boy allowed the member to invade deeply. He
gagged a little, but was determined to accommodate the large organ.
His lips were stretched obscenely as the thirteen-year-old began to
fuck his mouth until his nuts bumped his small chin.

   I circled the horny couple, catching the scene from every angle.
Jonathan masturbated furiously, taking the seven inch pole far down
his throat. Greg all of a sudden, grasped the kid by his curly blond
hair and pulled his mouth on his wet shaft. Jonathan gripped the
teenager's hips as him lips slid at 100 mph on the wet cock.

   When Greg rose from the ground, his erect penis was pointing far up.
I had never seen his maleness so proud, his glans so fat. Jonathan
dashed to the couch and rested his chest on a cushion, wiggling his
firm bottom invintingly. Greg spread his pale buttocks, careful not to
block the view, and exposed the tiny often-fucked shithole. He slicked
a finger with his saliva and watched it disappear into the puckered
hole. The little kid whined while the finger proded his rectum.
Greg started an in and out motion with the finger, driving it to the
hilt, then slowly withdrawing it. I filmed the kid's face showing
the heated, kind of drunken look. Greg slipped a second digit inside
and violently finger-fucked the ring of flesh. The eleven-year-old
trashed his arms and legs a little, experiencing his first of many
orgasms from the anal intrusion.

    While Greg greased his monster with vaseline, little Jonathan
climbed on the sofa, panting. On all fours, he spread his legs wide.
His butt slightly raised to accept his partner.

    The young teenager pressed the tip of his angry knob to the bright
pink anus and cherished the exquisite feeling for a moment. He rubbed his
glans back and forth accross it and focused on penetrating the narrow
passage. The kid's opening never yielded easily, so without relenting,
he pressed, until the spongy end of his penis was forced inside. Jonathan
pretended to be a virgin and bit the sofa cushion, screaming a muffled
yell as the thick cock invaded his small butt.

   Once Greg was caught in the vise grip of the eleven-year-old's
sphincter, he thrust forward hard, jamming his pubic bone into the kid's
cleft. Gently, he withdrew his massive boner, the camera catching the
tight ring of skin clinging all around the thick shaft. For a moment,
the teen savored the slick tightness.

"Uhhh fuck me!" Jonathan urged him.

   Within a few minutes, the sounds of their coupling echoed in
the room. As if possessed by the rhuthm of a passionate dance, Greg
pounded his steely pole into the kid's welcoming rectum.

"Oh yeah! ohhh yeah! OHHH OHHHH FUCK ME! OHHHH YEAH!" Jonathan shouted
with his little voice.

   The tall black-haired boy thrust his cock steadily deep into his
passive little friend. Jonathan's face was crushed in the back of the
sofa, his 75 pounds body shaken mercilessly by the brutal onslaught.

   My legs were shaking as I tried to keep the camcorder steady. I had
never imagined in my head that their mating would be so intense. Greg
was almost a professional. He spread the kid's buttcheeks wide to
present his huge teen prick slamming into the small fuckhole. Grabbing
his slender hips, he rabbit-fucked a few quick seconds making Jonathan
squeal and from time to time, he slapped the kid's butt as if he was
riding a horse.

   All the time the young child begged for more, screaming at the top
of his lung: "Ohhh yesss yessss FUCK ME! HARDER! HARDER!!! FUCK MY
ASS!"

   I zoomed on every hardcore detail. Jonathan's now limp cock, wagged
back and forth with each thrust. Finally, the mature buggerer, pulled
out, displaying the damages he had accomplished with his penis. The
pre-teen's glistening asshole was red and agape while he cooed from
the liberation.

   Greg took a seat next to him on the couch and Jonathan quickly
straddled him, lowering his buns toward the slickened prong. With
admirable agility, the boy picked up the cock with one hand and
guided it to the target.  I could almost feel the shivers
that extended electrically from Greg's glans to his toes and
fingertips, when he made contact with the puckered anus.

   Jonathan grunted as he impaled himself, gasping for breath. Face to
face, they looked in each other's eyes with undeniable lust. The frail
boy began a long sliding motion as he rode astride his pal. His limp
little pecker flopped from side to side.

   Greg grabbed the boy's nipples in his fingertips and held on. He began
thrusting upward from the couch, driving into the boy so fiercely that
he almost unseated him. The little kid had both hands on Greg's
shoulders as he flexed and unflexed his legs.

   Then sitting motionless, as if on the toilet, Jonathan let the big
cock rise into his butt with renewed vigor. The slick piece of flesh
filling his bowels aroused him like crazy. He jacked off his small
erection reaching climax. The hard fuck stick had rubbed his prostate
so well, he had been sent over the edge.

   The teenager was strong enough to handle the kid's weight and he
grabbed him behind the kidneys to bounce him energetically on his
inflated prick. Rising to his feet, he walked accross the room with
the boy at the end of his hard cock. Exhausted from the efforts it
required, he deposited the child face down on his bed. Then Pinning him
flat with a powerful hand at the center of the boy's shoulder blades, he
settled for a leisurely fuck for a few minutes. His engorged member
making a squishing sound as it entered and exited the ravaged asshole.

   An unusual silence broke. A calming contrast to the constant wails
of joy and pain. The script called for the last scene and Jonathan
rolled his sweaty body onto his back. He held his knees to his chest
and Greg knelt over him, his ever hard prick aimed at the extended anus.

   Like old lovers they fused together, Greg mounting the kid with
ease. Jonathan's toes curled up in the air as the long tube plunged into
his guts once again. "FUCK ME HARD!" the little blond tyke ordered,
grimacing from the hot chunk of lava completely inside him.

   'He's gonna kill him.' I thought in my head. Both kids were covered
with sweat, their wet bangs clinging to their foreheads. Fueling up on
the last bit of his energy, Greg began sodomizing the youngster in earnest
right from the get go. Both kids breathed in great ragged gasps. The
slap of flesh on flesh grew louder as the horny teen picked up the
pace.

   From where I was filming, I could see clearly the ramming organ.
There was nothing to block the assault of the teenager's pounding hips
and little Jonathan took all seven inches deep and hard in his rectum.
Greg's heavy balls bounced against the kid's tight ass with each
powerful plunge.

"UHHHH UHHHH YEAAHH YEAAHHH ARGGHHGH!" the eleven-year-old yelled. His
fingernails dug in his skin as he held on to his legs in the air. The
mattress creaked as the strong youthful male plowed with unstoppable
force.

   Preparing to climax, Greg rutted his full weight on the boy. When
he did come, he threw his head back and released a muffled cry of
ecstacy. Remembering he was filmed, he quickly withdrew his spasming
cock from the gripping ass ring, shooting a thick rope of sperm on the
well-fucked puffy boyhole.

   The teenager's buttcheeks quivered with every jolt of his strong
orgasm. His penis erupting many times, sending great amounts of spunk
clear accross Jonathan's chest into his wide opened mouth and cute
face. The little angel stuck his tongue out, trying to catch the
copious flow of white discharge. He drank the cream greedilly and
cleaned the softening prick Greg had so skillfully screwed his butt
with.

   I would not have dared let the two boys go alone to sell the tape
to the man at the arcade. I went for them and managed to get them each
a grand, most of it I deposited in a fund in their name. I also got a
box of boysex pornos for my handy work as a cameraman. The kids
enjoyed watching them. It showed many kids from their schools engaged
in vile acts. Sometimes getting fucked by their own fathers or an
older brother.

   Shortly after that, Greg flunked his school year. His mom and him
moved to the other side of town so that he could go at a special school.
As for Jonathan, he seldom came to visit me. When he did, we chatted
for hours. If what he told me is true, the kid has been fucked on film
more times than Traci Lords.

THE END.