Date: Wed, 22 Mar 2017 22:26:01 +0100 (CET)
From: benj4u@tutanota.com
Subject: Growing Up 2

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"Growing Up...The Night Continues"

Peter and Damon sat in the corner of a convenience store. Damon was sipping
his drink, while the seventh grader spooned some of his ice cream quietly.
The banana split the older man bought him was good. The ice cream itself
felt good on his throat, but now the banana laying in the dish took on a
new meaning. The conversation the two were having would have been
unimaginable even 12 hours before.

"Here's the deal," Damon told him in a low voice. "You are going to make a
lot of money."  What the adult didn't add was, "You're going to make a lot
more money for me."  Instead he said, "There are a lot of things you want,
aren't there?  Didn't you tell me about that new bike?  Or getting your mom
and little brother something nice for her birthday?"

Peter looked up. "Well, yeah..."  He thought for a moment.  "But how will I
explain having the money?"

"Because, my young man," Damon smiled. "You'll be working for me. I'll work
that out."

Peter had grown up just a bit more. He knew, at some level, that working
for Damon would mean doing, well...more of what he had just done a little
more than an hour before. The boy just hadn't figured out the details.

"Finish up and we'll get back to the house," Damon said. He didn't explain
why they needed to get back.

On the way, the 30-something year old, reached over and gently squeezed the
boy's neck and shoulder.  He'd done this before occasionally, but now it
took on a different meaning.  "Do you know how lucky you are?" the
assistant coach told his player.

"Lucky?" Peter asked, looking over.

"Hell, yeah.  You are smart and a good athlete. You have a terrific
body. Who could ask for any- thing more than that?" Damon responded.

Peter smiled a little. Maybe this wasn't so bad.  After all, no one really
talked to him like this.  His mom, he guessed, and the one grandmother he
had, but they didn't count after all. They had to like him.  "You think
so?" he said.

"Yeah, I mean it," the adult told him.  "You got what it takes to make it
in this world."

They arrived back at the house and the seventh grader felt awkward
again. What was going to happen now, he wondered.  It wasn't too long
before the question in his mind was answered with the ringing of the
doorbell.

Damon opened the door. It was like he was welcoming family as he allowed
two others inside.  "Peter, this is Curt and this is Tony. You might even
recognize Tony."

Curt was an older man, perhaps in his forties. He was carrying camera
equipment and set it down as he greeted Peter with a handshake.  The twelve
year old did recognize Tony as a high school senior who played baseball.
In fact the 5'11" youth was in a uniform now, looking like he had just left
a game. Tony was also carrying some photography equipment.  "Hi," he said
quietly, with a smile.

"I thought we'd do this shoot upstairs in the boy's room," Damon said.

"Sounds good. Tony's ready to go, aren't you, son?"  Curt replied.

"Yeah, Dad."  Tony caught the curious look on Peter's face and explained,
"He's my dad...and I guess my agent."  The senior grinned sarcastically.
"Help me take this upstairs."

Peter took hold of a tripod and followed the older boy and men upstairs.
The four turned walked down a hall and into a large bedroom decorated in
the style an average teenage boy might have.  There were posters of
athletes, a few trophies on a shelf, and a double bed.

As Damon began to set up cameras and lights, Peter asked, "Damon, what are
we doing?"

"You, my man," he replied, "are about to become a star."

"Wha...what do you mean?" the twelve year old asked.

"I mean, we are going to take pictures and video of you and Tony.  I'm
going to edit and distribute it, and the two of you will make a shit-ass
load of money for us."

Peter looked at the older boy, who was continuing to put the equipment
together while listening.  So was Curt.  Although he was sure what the
answer would be, Peter asked the question: "D...doing what?"


"We're going to be acting like Tony brought you up to his bedroom and is
going to get you to have sex for the first time.  If you are a little
nervous, that's fine, because it will make things seem more real anyway.
But the two of you are going to suck and fuck around."

Peter was dumb struck. "I...I don't know...I never...I mean..."  All he
could think about was that if other found out - his friends - hell, what if
his mom found out!  "No...I mean...I can't do this."

Damon's answer was surprisingly simple: "Sure you can.  Remember all the
things you want in life. Here it is.  And you know you enjoy it."

Curt walked over and said to Damon, "Let me..."  Turning to the twelve year
old, he firmly gripped the boy's upper arm.  "Listen up real close.  It's
time to grow up."  He cupped Peter's young mound and said, "This..." then
he ran the same hand over Peter's butt and stopped over his recently
deflowered hole, "...and this, are worth something.  You think you can just
cut some yards and get to college?  Forget it."  Then Curt's voice dropped,
"You wanna just walk away?  Fine.  But, hey, you got a little brother,
right?"  Looking up at Damon, he asked, "Andrew? Isn't that his name?
Eight, nine years old?" Damon nodded and the photographer continued,
looking at Peter. "What if...Maybe some guys could catch him after school
and bend him over a log in the woods. Think he could take it? That would be
even bigger money now that I think of it!"

Peter was horrified. It didn't even occur to him that Curt wouldn't do such
a thing. "Don't...don't touch my brother. I'll do it."

"I was pretty sure you would," Curt said as he let go of the boy and walked
back to his camera.

Tony walked over to the smaller boy. Quietly, he brushed Peter's cheek with
his hand and told him, "Look, it ain't so bad. You'll be okay."

Peter looked up into the teenager's eyes. "Okay," he whispered.

The pre-teen was unaware of when the camera began clicking and the video
started recording.  He simply submitted to the older boy.

Tony was amazingly gentle as he leaned down and kissed the boy, first
lightly, then deeper.  Holding Peter's head firmly, he pressed his mouth
tightly against the boy's and Peter felt another tongue against his for the
first time.  He picked up quickly that he should return the favor, and soon
the two were tongue-wrestling, but Peter knew that Toby was in control.

The 17 year old broke away long enough to pull the boy's shirt off, then
his own. He pulled Peter down to the bed, holding him tightly in one arm
and with the other hand caressed the preteen's smooth body.  "You are so
fuckin' hot, kid. Gotta do ya," he muttered as he pressed his mouth against
the boy's neck.

Peter felt so many sensations he wasn't sure what to think. This was so
wrong, but between Tony's tongue at his neck, and the sweep of that
practiced hand across his stomach, Peter didn't know what to think.  He
realized, and was embarrassed that his own prick was hard. He moaned,
"Ahhhhh..." and clutched at the sheets under him.  "Uggghhhh..."

"Yeah, little buddy...just go with it..." Tony whispered as he unfastened
the boy's pants.

The older teen pushed his hand inside the pants just long enough to feel
the smooth, small balls and hard cock inside.  Tony pulled back and paid
attention to his own uniform pants, undoing the belt first, then
unfastening and yanking the zipper down.  Stopping, he stood long enough to
grab Peter's trousers and briefs and quickly pull them off.  For a moment,
the twelve year old, out of habit, tried to grab at his pants, even
beginning to rise up from the bed. Tony lightly pushed him back and tossed
the pants aside, then pushed his own pants down and stepped out of them.

Peter's eyes went wider than he ever thought they could and his mouth
dropped over.  He didn't hear Damon and Curt chuckling at the natural
reaction and how it looked on film.  Fully sober, he was looking up at an
almost six foot youth with at least an eight inch dick standing straight
out. There was a thick bush of hair surrounding the massive rod and nut
sack.  Briefly, Tony grabbed his cock and shook it at the boy.  "Yeah, you
want it, don't you?"

Unsure of what to do, but knowing he had to protect his little brother,
Peter nodded and whispered, "Yeah...i...i...do..."

Years later, Peter would look back at the moment and describe being in a
kind of fog as Tony up over him.  There were no drugs now to hide what he
was feeling as the older teen lay over him, grinding his thick cock against
his much less mature one.  At the same time, Tony was almost tender;
touching his cheek with a finger tip, pressing sensual lips against his ear
and sucking gently.  Peter realized his prick might not be fully grown, but
it was beginning to throb.

Tony worked his way down the boy's body, licking...kissing...sucking until
he came to the target: Peter's four inch nail, smooth and rigid. It was
nothing, of course, for the high school senior to go down on it.  As he
sucked, the twelve year old threw his head back and clutched at the bed-
sheets, moaning, "Ahhhhhh...ahhhh..."  He'd never known anything like this.

Tony pulled off and licked around the head, then down the shaft and onto
Peter's marble sized balls.  The pre-teen breathed heavily, then was
surprised as Tony pushed his legs up.  "Hold your legs," he instructed
Peter.  Peter obeyed, then was further surprised as the teenager began
tonguing that most private of regions.  He was trying to wrap his mind
around the idea of anyone doing this, but it felt sooo different!

Tony enjoyed it. This was so much easier than the 16 year old he broke in
not to long ago - a athlete who had recently finished running. Or the girl
from another high school who received him as a "birthday gift."  Peter was
clean, smelled nice, and seemed like a genuinely good kid.  Peter would
make a good member of the "team," Tony thought.

He crawled back over the twelve year old, licking...kissing...sucking all
along the way until he kissed Peter briefly on the mouth, then rose up over
him.  That huge dick waved over his face...  tapped him on the
cheeks... Peter knew what was expected and thought to himself that maybe he
ought to return the favor.  He opened his mouth and Tony's cock head
slipped inside.

"Mmmm...yeah...suck that dick, little buddy...suck it like you mean it..."
Tony muttered.

The camera caught the action.  A high school senior with his fuck stick in
a pre-teen's mouth.  Caught the momentary outline of the helmet shaped head
on the inside of the boy's cheek.  Caught those moments when Peter coughed
or gagged because he wasn't used to a dick thrusting into him.

And while the camera focused on Peter's second oral sex of the evening,
Damon moved around behind the two boys. Peter suddenly felt the man's hand
fingering his butt...trying to insert itself in his hole.  The camera
caught it as his eyes suddenly enlarged and he moaned against Tony's
cock. Tony thought the vibration was great.  The finger withdrew, then
press again. This time it was greased.  It happened again and more of
whatever the greasy stuff was entered his hole.  "Why?" the boy
wondered. Then realized it suddenly felt kinda good. The finger was
touching...  something...making Peter feel unexpected twinges. Not-so-bad
twinges.

Then, when it finally stopped, Tony stopped, too. He backed out of Peter's
mouth and stretched over his body, again grinding. Then he was shoving
Peter's legs back up and the boy grabbed them as he did before.  "You catch
on quick," Tony whispered and smiled.

This time, the grinding kept on, but Tony's body was shifting, until his
dick dropped underneath Peter's hairless scrotum.  All at once, the
pre-teen realized what he was going to do, but before he could say
anything, the thick cock head that was just in his mouth nudged against his
hole...  then pushed.  Hard.  Once again, Peter grabbed at the sheets as
the dick spread his anal cavity open.

"Ugh...ugh...i...augh...augh..."  Peter was trying to describe the mix of
white hot pain of being fucked for the second time that night, but not with
the help of a drug. He could hardly breath.

"Oh...yeah...oh...fuck...yeah!" Tony groaned. The kid was good and tight.
The senior wasn't going to hold out for long. This was too much.
"Ohhhh...fuckin' bitch...yeah..." The senior was able to thrust in and out
at a pretty quick pace.  No, this wouldn't take long.

Peter's eyes were alternately bulging and shutting tight. He released his
hold on the sheets and grabbed Tony's arms. For a moment the two looked in
each other's eyes. "Ugh...aughhhh..."  Peter continued.

"Ohhhh...fuuuucccckkkk!!!" Tony agreed.

Curt nodded and Tony suddenly pulled out of the boy. Before Peter had time
to think about the void in his ass, the teenager was crawling quickly back
over him and over his face.  With one hand he held Peter's hair. With the
other he jacked his dick.  Three times was all that was needed and ropes of
thick, white, teenage sperm shot onto Peter's face and mouth, into his
nostril and eye, into his hair.

Peter would later realize there was a reason this was called a climax. It
was all over.  Tony slumped beside him and actually cradled the twelve year
old in his arm.  With his free hand, he scooped some of the hot cum and fed
it to the shocked boy.  But it was over.

For a little while...