I'm taking a break from New York Dreams due to a lack
of motivation and feedback so I've decided to try something new that's been
rolling around in my head for probably a year or more. It's a different style, written in the first
person and follows an older man who finds love in the unlikeliest of places. There will be less backstory, less detail and
each chapter will span months instead of hours or days. I hope you enjoy this new fantasy of mine
because that's all it is – pure fantasy.
I've never really liked Fortnite and I am not
a fan of Mac `n' Cheese.
This story will comprise of three chapters, each one introducing
multiple new characters set in different locations.
If you'd like to offer feedback you can email me at finnlewis01@protonmail.com
So, without further ado, please let me introduce Aleksander, a (maybe) ten year old boy from Odesa, Ukraine. My apologies to anyone who is familiar with
Odesa; I've taken a bit of artistic license with the location and relied solely
on Google translate for the few sentences and words spoken in Ukrainian.
(Oh, and don't forget to donate to Nifty here J )
I
was forty seven years old the first time I fucked a boy and I didn't even know
his real name. And how cliché is this;
he ended up living with me for six years.
He
told me his name was Dany the day I met him and it wasn't until a week later he
confessed he'd made it up. His real name
is Aleksander, but Dany was the name I called him the
first few days I knew him. After I'd buried
my cock in his ass and come inside him I reluctantly slipped from his hole
holding the latex sheath in place and lowered him back down onto the bed. I rolled naked onto my side facing him with
my head propped up in my hand, and as I caught my breath I gently ran the tips
of my fingers up and down between his barely defined breasts feeling my cock
softening against his thigh. I tickled
down to his stomach and peeled the used condom off turning it inside out and dropped
it onto the floor all the while studying his face watching me. He turned his head on the pillow with just a
hint of a smile and I remember thinking that under other circumstances I might
have fallen in love with him. As it turned
out, those circumstances were playing out right in front of me but I didn't
know it at the time. At first I'd taken
him to be about ten or eleven, but once he'd showered all the grime off and I
got a good look at him naked I realized he was probably younger than I'd
thought. Nine maybe? Or a very young ten. Whatever his age, he was a very hot sexy
little boy. His flat chest swelled only
slightly with the shallow curve of his breasts that just one of my hands could
cover almost completely and centered between them
where two tiny pale pink nipples that I'd flicked my tongue over and suckled only
a short while ago before I'd fucked him.
His waist narrowed at the sides and his stomach was flat and his red-blonde
hair had been left to grow out to flop down over his forehead but left his big
expressive dark brown eyes uncovered. A thin sheen of sweat prickled the skin of his
flushed face as he looked at me and for a few moments nothing was said until he
took in a deep breath and spoke quietly from only a few inches away. His English was halting and heavily accented by
his native Ukrainian tongue, but there was no mistaking his very satisfied
smile after he'd shuddered through three orgasms within the last hour and a
half. The first two had been in my mouth
and the second by his own hand masturbating his erect three inches as I fucked
him standing at the end of the bed with his head and shoulders the only parts
of him still on the mattress. Both had
been dry of course; he was far too young to be firing anything but blanks just
yet.
"You
like first time fucking boy?" He asked
and I nodded my head. I'd told him I'd
never fucked a boy and he'd looked surprised, and then he'd smiled sweetly telling
me he'd teach me how. I hadn't lasted
long once I was buried deep inside him. Five minutes maybe? Probably less. I
didn't know anything could feel as good as a young boy's hot hole clenching
down around my cock as I'd moved in and out of him. I'd unloaded inside him into the condom he'd
made me wear, grunting and thrusting with my fingers and thumbs digging into
the soft flesh of his hips and pelvis holding his waist up off the bed watching
him masturbate himself to another toe curling dry orgasm. When he came back the following day I lasted
at least twice as long fucking him doggy style from behind. Of course it helped I'd jacked off in the
shower an hour before he turned up knocking on the glass window at the aft door
smiling at me, and in less than five minutes he was bare assed naked on my bed with
his bone hard three inch dick back in my mouth.
Perhaps
I should start from the beginning and tell you how it all started and how Alek
came to live with me on my yacht. I'm
fifty-five now and can honestly say I've had the pleasure of knowing more than
just a few boys in the last eight years, and I've got Alek to thank for it all
because, well, quite frankly, once I'd tasted that forbidden fruit there was no
way I'd ever settle for just one. Most I
knew only briefly, a few hours or a day or two at most, but Alek and Lucas were
two of my first boys and they have become very special to me. Alek lived with me for six years and even
though he's moved on we still keep in contact.
Once or twice a year we'll arrange to meet up somewhere around the world
and it's good to see him so happy and enjoying a life far removed from where he
came from. Six months ago he introduced
us to his newest of a long line of girlfriends when we met up again back in
Odessa. He always was the charmer that
one and the girls always flocked to him.
Lucas came into our lives about three years after I met Alek although he
only spent a few weeks with us at a time for the first couple years until his
dad got full custody of him. Since then
he's spent four or five months a year with Alek and I while his sister stayed
with his dad on his yacht doing all the same things Alek and Lucas did with me. I can hear him up on deck right now with Sebastian
doing cannon-balls off the side waiting for me to join them. Seb is eight but he's
about to turn nine in a few days, and for his birthday he's been pestering me
to finally pop his cherry which I'm very much looking forward to. I've wanted to fuck the little guy from the very
first day I met him but I've got this odd notion in my head a boy should be at
least nine before he takes a dick up his ass.
He's going to be so tight I'm hard now just thinking about it. Unfortunately Lucas' dad's arriving tomorrow
and he's supposed to be taking him for a couple weeks so he won't be there to
celebrate the occasion with us. It's a
shame really, because I know he has a thing for younger boys especially now
that he has a few wispy hairs around his cock and actually has something to give
them. Maybe I'll ask his dad if he can
postpone leaving for a couple days so he can be there. I know he really wants to get his nearly five incher in Seb's ass. He's been doing a lot of the prep work the
last few weeks using his fingers and toys and sucking the little guy off so
many times you'd think he get bored of it but he doesn't. I can't leave the room for five minutes
before Seb'll be squealing through another dry
orgasm. If his dad agrees to stay I
think I'll surprise him and let him be the one to take Seb's
virginity. God knows I've taken a few myself so I can be generous.
Anyway,
I'm getting way ahead of myself here and telling you about what's going on now
rather than how it all started.
For
as long as I can remember I've always been sexually attracted to boys. Young, hairless, preteen boys to be precise;
but I'd hid that part of me away so deep inside and never done anything about
it my whole life. Not even looking at
illegal underage porn in fear of being caught and exposed for the world to
despise. I never married,
never had a relationship that lasted more than a couple weeks at most and I
could count on one hand how many times I'd actually had sex with another
person. My hand became my longed for release
and I never knew what I was missing out on until I met Alek. Work was my life and I was pretty fucking good at it too. Or maybe it was because it was the only
thing that mattered to me that I succeeded.
I paid off my mortgage and spent little of what was left, saving every
cent I could with only one goal in mind.
My yacht. That was my
dream. I'd spent over ten years at sea
as a younger man working on super yachts for the rich and famous and the notion
of living on my own away from society and the world appealed to me. I often saw the Blue Water Cruisers in ports
around the world and the people that lived on them before being offered a
position in L.A. heading the department that placed deck officers aboard these
floating oases. There were whole families
with young children as well as single people like me, and both young and older
couples all choosing a nomadic lifestyle on the water living their lives the
way they wanted by their own rules. It
was a romantic idea, but not one that I thought would actually become a reality
for me.
Until it was.
At
forty one years old, and not quite believing I was actually doing this, I began
what was to be a four year build. `Ghost'
was a 75 foot bare aluminium motor yacht with a large 24 foot Great Room on the
top deck and accommodation and living spaces below along with the engine room
and other utilities. She was my pride
and joy even if she did lack the classic lines of a luxury yacht. I wasn't out to impress anyone so she was
built with functionality in mind. She
only has two sleeping cabins, and much of the below deck is taken up with as
large a living space as I could get away with.
The Great Room houses the helm and galley and spacious couches that
boast a 180 degree panoramic view outside.
She wouldn't be winning any beauty contests, but she's sturdy and built
for open water crossings.
Nine
years ago I quit my job and sold my house and left the U.S. behind. My first destination was our southern neighbours
in Mexico and other South American countries where I spent a year getting used
to living on board and staying a few weeks or months in each country in various
cities. Mostly I looked at the boys
wishing for what I thought could never be.
If only I'd known then what I do now, all because I hadn't recognized
the signs or known where to look for such things, but I would go back and enjoy
what I'd missed out on. The only
difference being I wouldn't be alone. Alek
taught me how to find them. Once you
knew, it didn't matter what city or country you were in because they were easy
to spot if you knew what to look for. Boys who had sex with men.
Some were free, most weren't. I
made my way through the Panama Canal and undertook my first ever solo crossing
across the Atlantic which took me almost a month. That was the only crossings I've ever made on
my own. A few months later while
crossing a different sea I found out the Captain's chair was, quite
unintentionally, the perfect height to fuck a boy with his head and shoulders slouched
down into the seat, his ass hanging over the edge and his legs draped over the
armrests as the boat gracefully sliced through the open water. With the waves slapping against the hull and
the wind howling outside, it is one of my fondest memories of mine and Alek's
first open water crossing together somewhere in the Arabian Sea. We
fucked. We made love. He was good at it too. I figured he'd probably had more sex than I
had when I first met him but, as it turned out, I was wrong on that count. It wasn't very often men came looking for
boys which is why he'd been surprised when I'd pointed at him instead of the girl
he was trying to pimp out. Even so, I
found out he'd still sucked his first adult cock at only seven years old and sold
his virginity at eight for a thousand Hryvnia.
It cost me three thousand about a year and a half later. He got fifteen thousand out of me over the
next five days, but I never had to pay for sex with him ever again and he
stopped insisting I use a condom after the second week. I didn't find out until three weeks later that
he'd only been with four other men and the last one had been at least six
months before he met me. After the
second week of coming to my yacht every day Alek simply stayed on board and
spent the nights in my bed instead of going back to wherever it was that he
lived. One day he left the yacht without
me and an hour later he came back with an even younger boy who Alek said liked
men and wanted me to fuck him as well. His
name was Mykola and of course I wasn't going to turn
him down because, well, he was sexy as fuck and really young too. Younger than Alek. I paid more for him than I had for Alek because
they told me he was a virgin but I knew that wasn't true. No boy as young as he was takes a cock for
the first time that easily and with so little prep required. I let them think I believed him and it wasn't
the only time he joined us. He'd never
admit it but I got the distinct impression that Alek used me as an excuse just to
get into his younger friend's pants and fuck him as well.
The
first time I saw Alek I'd already been in Odesa for a few weeks and I paid him
little attention. There were better looking
and more scantily dressed local and tourist boys to ogle as they walked past my
table where I'd spent the last two hours nursing my coffee pretending to be
engrossed in my phone. It was late in
the afternoon and I was sat outside one of the many café's close to the marina
when I saw him. He'd appeared out of nowhere
on the other side of the cobbled street about thirty or forty feet away with a
girl at his side and my interest lasted only a few moments before moving on in
search for the next pretty boy to fantasize about. Our eyes met for a second before I moved on,
but they came back to him only to find him still looking my way. He was leaning against a rose tinted stone building
and the girl beside him looked a year or two younger than he was. She appeared bored or impatient bitting her
nails and I guessed her to be about seven or eight year's old maybe? I can never tell. A slight movement drew my attention back to
him and he did something I really hadn't expected. I wasn't looking for it, hadn't planned it,
didn't even think such a thing was possible, but he tilted his head indicating
with his eyes toward the girl and held his hands up to waist height, one curled
into a fist with a hole at the center and the other
fucking his finger in and out. He
pointed at the girl beside him and raised his eyebrows silently asking if I
wanted to fuck her and then held both hands pointing down spreading all ten
fingers and thumbs outwards before closing them into a fist and repeating the
gesture, but with only one hand this time.
That's what it would cost to fuck the girl if I wanted to; fifteen
hundred Hryvnia. Little did he know I
had no interest whatsoever in fucking her since little girls did absolutely
nothing for me. Little boys however,
most certainly did.
I
gave him a very subtle shake of the head no but kept my mouth smiling showing
my apparent amusement at his outrageous suggestion, while inside my mind was a turmoil of conflicting emotions and my heart was suddenly
pounding in my chest. If he was pimping
out a younger sister or just some other street kid was he for sale too? Would he flip me the birdie or set his older
friends on me if I made even the slightest indication it was him I was actually
interested in? Being gay in Eastern
Europe wasn't as widely accepted as it is in the West, and while I'd initially
written him off as not worthy of a second glance in favor
of checking out the cuter looking tourist boys, the merest hint of the
possibility had my modestly average sized six inch cock growing in my shorts. It was hard to tell if he was cute or what
was hidden under the well-worn and tatty clothes he wore, but now that I was
paying him much more attention he stood up straighter and puffed his chest out
a little as if to prove the girl standing next to him was his to sell. I could, however, tell he was probably very
slim and slender under the too-big t-shirt and the gaping hole around his
throat revealed the hollow of his collar bones protruding out beneath his smooth
creamy white skin. He probably didn't
get enough to eat. Finally after a few
seconds holding his eyes I nodded my head in his direction not believing what I
was doing. Hidden under the small round
table in front of me I mimicked his actions pushing my index finger in and out
of my closed fist and then pointed at him nodding my head just once. His chin lowered to his chest keeping his
eyes looking my way, and with his eyebrows creasing on his forehead in surprise
he put his pointed finger dead center on his own
chest silently mouthing `Ya?' and I nodded. A sly one sided grin slowly formed on his
lips and he nodded his head slowly up and down in response and held his hands
at his crotch, but this time he flashed all ten fingers and thumbs twice before
pausing, judging just how far he could fleece me and then spread them
again. Three thousand Kryvnia; twice what the girl cost. He waited for my reaction and it almost
seemed as though he was nervous, like he'd pushed his luck too far asking for
that much, but the way I saw it, it was worth it. Three thousand Kryvnia
was just over a hundred US dollars, far less than most whores in L.A. cost and
he probably needed it more than I did. That, and the fact that I might actually fuck a boy, a very
young looking boy who was probably as smooth and hairless as the day he was
born made my mind up for me in about three seconds flat. I nodded back sealing the deal with my heart at
least 120 in my chest. How did these
things work? Did I just get up and
follow him somewhere or did he follow me?
Would he come with me to my yacht moored a few minutes' walk away at the
marina or was I expected to pay for a room in some sordid pay-by-the-hour
establishment? I didn't even know where
one was but I figured he probably did.
He lent down to the girl beside him and whispered something in her ear. She looked up at him and across at me and
nodded, then went back to watching the crowd walk by as if nothing was out of
the ordinary.
I
waited, unsure of what to do next when he cocked his head to the side and
started walking away towards the corner of a narrow alley indicating with his
hand that I should follow. Feeling
exposed and incredibly nervous about all the things that could go wrong, the
least of which would see me spending the rest of my life in an Eastern European
prison, I fished out some notes from my wallet for the coffee leaving it under
the saucer and checked that I had at least three thousand Kryvnia
still in there. I left my almost-finished
coffee on the table and stood up making sure my white, loosely buttoned summer
shirt covered my crotch to hide the evidence of my growing arousal. He was barefoot and his well-worn and frayed jeans
scrapped the sidewalk where he stopped for a few seconds looking back at me to
make sure I was following and then he disappeared around the corner cocking his
head one more time grinning at me. I really
had no idea how old he was, but I figured him to be about ten judging by his
height. The top of his head would've barely
reached a few inches below most people's chins as they strolled down the street
completely oblivious that this boy had just sold himself to a man for sex
without a single word being said between them.
I hesitantly rounded the corner of the alley looking for him and saw
he'd kept going, about thirty feet away and waiting for me to follow. He pointed at a wrought iron gate between two
buildings he was standing next to and nodded his head making sure I'd seen
before stepping inside. I had no idea if
this was where he lived or if it was just where men went with the girls to take
what they'd paid for, and a part of me wanted to turn around and walk away
rather than face the ugly reality of what must surely be a hopeless, desperate
act by a boy so young. Yet my instincts and
the way he'd grinned at me when I'd propositioned him told me this boy actually
wanted what I'd offered. If I went down
there I was in all likelihood going to have sex with a very young preteen boy,
and if I didn't, I'd probably regret it for the rest of my life always
wondering what might have been.
So,
feeling like every window above me hid prying eyes knowing exactly where I was
going and why and with whom, I walked down the slightly sloped alleyway towards
the wrought iron gate. Behind the stone
archway was a small courtyard and he stood at the center
facing me as I came through with a smile on his face. How could he look so calm when my heart was hammering
in my chest? I stopped a few feet away
and I saw his eyes quickly glance down and then back up giving me the once over
apparently deciding I wasn't horribly ugly or repulsive. As I said, I was forty seven when I first met
Alek so I wasn't as toned or fit as I'd been even ten years ago. I was going bald, so I shaved my head and
face and about once a week I also shaved my balls, as well as keeping my pubic
hair trimmed pretty short. It was a
personal preference and had nothing to do with what other people thought or
liked since it was a very rare thing that anyone else ever got to see them. My stomach is still flat but it's been slowly
turning soft the last few years along with the four pack
I once had. I'm okay looking I guess but
I don't usually turn any heads.
The
boy glanced to his right at an open door and then back at me. "You have room or want here?" He asked.
He was asking if I wanted to fuck him here, in the room he'd indicated,
or if I wanted to take him someplace else like my hotel. "You pay for room here. It's extra.
Five hundred for hour."
His
voice was soft and unbroken and at only a few feet away I could see the color of his eyes.
They were big and bright and radiant, and not at all what I
expected. For whatever reason I thought
a kid who sold his body to strangers for money would have sad, world-weary eyes
but his weren't. His eyebrows were the
same red-blonde as his hair and his nose was small, curving in at the bridge
between his eyes and underneath the layer of street dust and grime his skin
looked flawless and smooth. I know now
that he was as gorgeous as I thought he might be under all that dirt, but at
the time I didn't know whether it was just my imagination running away with me
knowing what I was about to do. But he sure
as hell looked sexy as fuck standing there in his oversized t-shirt and ripped
jeans waiting for my answer. Finally I found
my voice.
"I
have a yacht. Maybe we could go there
instead?" I asked glancing into the room
at the stained bare mattress on a metal framed bed. I had absolutely no desire to use that room
or that bed. It was dirty and it would
feel like exactly how it was. I was
paying him to let me fuck him, but using that room would somehow take away some
of what I was hoping for. Not that I had
any idea what that really was.
I
turned back to him seeing him mentally translating what I'd said. "You
have boat? We go there?" He asked pointing in the general direction of
the marina. I nodded. It was a ten minute walk away and we'd have
to go down the Potemkin Stairs in plain view of every single person along the
way, and I'd be escorting a very young boy to my yacht. It was the middle of summer and the marina
was busy with tourists and locals alike and I definitely didn't want to attract
attention which he most definitely would.
"Walk
behind me okay? But not too close." I said trying to keep my instructions simple
wondering how much he actually understood.
"No
one care." He grinned. "You fuck me, no Politsiya."
Jesus Christ... God, I was already getting hard imagining his smooth
young body naked on my bed on his back, holding his legs up offering me his ass,
but hearing him talk about me fucking him like it was no big deal had me
leaking in my briefs. "Come on
then." I said wanting to get him alone
as soon as possible. Fuck. I was actually going to live out my life long
fantasy. I just hoped I wouldn't come too
quickly before I'd even gotten inside him.
"One
hour." He held up a finger.
I
shook my head raising my eyebrows. "For
three thousand, I get three hours. Deal?"
"Two
hours." He was a hustler alright.
I
breathed in deep. "Okay. Two hours."
He smiled and held out his hand to shake. I think I probably lost that round and, as it
turned out, his English was a lot better than he let on. But, before we shook on it I added, "Starting
when we get there."
"Yes. We go now?"
Jesus his hand was so soft and so small in mine.
He strode
past me completely ignoring my instructions to walk behind and led me through streets
I didn't recognize. Stupid of me I
know. He could've been leading me into a
trap but I wasn't exactly thinking clearly at that point.
"You
are American?" He asked as I came up
beside him having to tilt his head way back to look at my face. I could see down the loose opening of his
t-shirt at his throat and the bare skin of his boyishly smooth breasts. He really was very fucking sexy and I really
couldn't wait to roam my hands all over his body exploring every inch of a boy
for the first time in my life.
"Uh-huh." I said tearing my eyes away. "From New York but I lived in L.A."
"Los
Angeles? Kruto." I smiled down at him. In the three weeks I'd been in the Ukraine I'd
picked up a few of their slang words so I knew the kid was suitably impressed.
"What's
your name sweetie pie?"
"Name?" He asked pointing
it finger at his chest. God he had beautiful
eyes. I nodded again. "Dany."
He said after a short pause and then pointed at me. "You?"
"Nate."
The
silence between us resumed as we made our way down the stairs and navigated
across the street to the marina. Walking
down its long length I felt more and more nervous the closer we got to Ghost. There were at least a dozen other yachts tied
up as well as a fair number of smaller boats and I could tell he was excited to
find out which one was mine. I was just
as eager to show him but I imagined my excitement was for a very different
reason. I couldn't help steeling glances
at him but I was also hyper aware of everyone else there thinking they all knew
why I was taking such a young boy back to my yacht. Ghost was tied up with her bow out, meaning
that we'd be boarding via the six foot retractable diving platform at the stern. I slowed putting a hand on his shoulder to
turn him when we got to my berth. Apart
from shaking his hand it was the first time I'd touched him and even though I
wasn't a big man, his shoulder felt very small under my palm.
When
he realized this was my yacht his head turned up to me and his face was a mix
of surprise and awe at the same time. "Your boat?"
"MmHmm..." I
smiled. "Ghost."
"It big." He said. It was true.
Ghost was larger than most live aboard yachts and even though I'd
designed her for functionality rather than looks, she was still impressive.
I stepped
over onto the platform and turned holding my hand out for him to take and when
he did, his was almost swallowed up by mine.
He jumped across and I gripped his small hand tightly, purposefully
pulling him so that he stumbled into me and that's when I got a good whiff of
his smell. He didn't stink, but he was definitely
ripe enough that I assumed he hadn't bathed in a few days and I could smell the
musty odour of his clothes. They were
unwashed and grubby as if they were the only ones he owned. Perhaps they were. From under my chin he twisted his head to the
side and looked up at me with a grin knowing I'd pulled him to me on purpose.
"Have
you ever been on a yacht before?" I
asked. I noticed he hadn't moved away
and he still held my hand when he shook his head.
"Nemaye... No."
"I'll
show you around, and then you can take a shower okay?" I asked nodding my head at him letting him
know it wasn't really a question. I
didn't want to offend him, but if I was going to suck his dick and maybe even
eat his ass out there was no way I was doing that without him taking a shower
first.
"Yes. We do at same time?"
We do at same time? Hell yeah!
"Yeah, if you'd like." I said leading him by the hand up the transom
stairs to the upper desk where the rigid inflatable boat was stowed on the
starboard side. With my back to him I
quickly adjusted my chubbing cock to a more
comfortable position knowing that as soon as I gave him a quick tour I'd be
getting naked with a boy and taking a shower with him where I knew I sure as
fuck wouldn't be keeping my hands to myself.
I wondered if he was cut like I was.
I had no idea if it was normal for Ukrainian boys to get the snip when
they were babies or if they were left intact.
I like cut dicks, but I loved the fantasy of nibbling the foreskin of an
uncut boy's hairless little cock and peeling it back over his tiny glans with
my lips exposing it to my swirling tongue.
God I was so fucking hot for this little kid.
As
I've said, Ghost wasn't luxurious with brass or gold trim and marble benchtops
but she was nicely appointed. Closing
the weathertight door behind us aft of the Great Room, the U shaped galley was
on the port side with a recycled birch countertop, wet weather lockers on
starboard followed by the stairs down to the lower deck. In front was the helm complete with Captain's
chair and on the port side in front of the galley was a large wrap around couch
and table. Two comfortable reclining
chairs filled up the rest of the space while leaving enough room to move
about. Of course Alek was drawn to the
helm and the various screens making up the NAV/COM station as well as all the
knobs and buttons and levers. I nodded my
head when he looked up at me and he jumped into the Captain's chair gripping
the thrust lever in one hand and holding himself forward with the other on the
armrest. Ghost doesn't have a wheel to navigate, instead it's all done by autopilot or a small
directional lever when needing to take manual control. The one thing I hadn't skimped on was
NAV/COMS and electrical. Ghost was
completely self-sufficient with solar panels and a desalination plant in the
engine room to produce fresh water. The
only thing I was fully dependant on was food since the engines were a hybrid
diesel/electric and unless I was running low on power I hardly ever used any
fuel.
I
gave him a whole half minute before turning the chair towards me and cocked my
head to let him know I had other plans for him other than playing ship's
Captain. "You wanna
see downstairs?" I asked eagerly
anticipating seeing the kid naked. By
the time we came back up I would finally know what it was like to bury my cock
in a boy's ass and fuck him until I came inside him.
"Where
you sleep?"
"Yeah... And fuck little boys like you." I said with my voice shaking a just a
bit. He noticed. I think he could tell I was nervous. Or excited. Or both.
I led
him back to the stairs holding onto his hand and stopped, letting him go down
first following close behind where they opened up into the multipurpose living
and TV room. The ceiling was low with
only eighteen inches between it and the top of my head, but there was a good three
foot clearance above Alek's. Two small
rectangular portholes on each side provided some natural light into the
enclosed space and Alek pulled away from my hand towards the 50" flat screen TV
mounted on the forward bulkhead. Directly
in front was a comfortable L shaped chase lounge and small coffee table and along
the starboard side was a long desk and chair with my computer and
monitors. This was where I worked when I
had to put a few hours in every other day, but otherwise it was where I relaxed
watching a movie or the latest series on Netflix. Or where I'd occasionally watch a young twink getting banged by an older man with surround sound
and masturbate while imagining scenarios of a young preteen boy finding himself
down here with me. Behind us, the
corridor that led to the engine room was fairly wide with storage under the
stairs and doors to the guest cabin and bathroom complete with shower and
head. My cabin was forward of the living
space with a built in queen bed on one side and a two seater couch on the
other. Just in front of the couch was
another small desk with a wall mounted screen showing the important
navigational systems like the radar as well as speed and heading. An audible alert would sound if any vessel or
hazard came within 20 nautical miles when Ghost was on autopilot and, let me
tell you, there is no sleeping through that.
My bathroom was forward through a short center
corridor with wardrobes either side and contained a toilet and basin and a tiled
shower with glass door that was a little larger than the other one but it would
still be very intimate with the two of us.
I couldn't fucking wait.
Alek
turned away from the large TV peeking into my cabin through the gap in the door
and gave me a look that I would never have believed a kid his age was capable
of. He knew why he was here and I think
he might've even looked forward to what we were about to do. It was an odd feeling looking him in the eyes
knowing I was going to fuck him and I felt my growing cock pushing at the front
of my shorts. He glanced down at it and
smiled. "We shower now?"
I
nodded giving him a smile as well.
"Yeah... In here." I said pushing the door open for him to enter
before following him in. His too-big
t-shirt hung loosely over his shoulders and fell down over his ass, but I was
sure it was going to be the most perfect little butt imaginable and I really
wanted to see him naked. He glanced over
at the bed and then back up at me with a shy smile on his cute face knowing
that was where I'd more than likely be fucking him. And he was right too. I would be.
There
was an awkward few seconds while I tried to calm my nerves and beating heart
not quite sure how to get things moving in the right direction. More than anything I wanted to undress him
myself, slowly revealing his preteen body and roaming my hands all over him
feeling what I knew would be exquisitely soft silky skin. I wanted to feel the small lump in his jeans
under my hand and kneel down in front of him as I opened his fly lowering them
to his feet and take him into my mouth.
It was a potent fantasy to suck a young pubescent boy's hairless cock
and make him come, but before I made a move he turned looking at the closed
door of the bathroom pointing.
"In
there?" He asked and I nodded. "Yeah."
"You
come?"
I
stood there like an idiot, four feet away from the one thing I'd longed for my
whole life wondering if he knew just how much I wanted him. You
come? You bet your
fucking ass I'm gonna come. All the way inside you buddy. He must have sensed my nervousness because he
looked at me, waiting for me to do something and then his face changed.
"You
not fucked boy before?"
God,
it was that obvious. I shook my
head. "No."
He
smiled. "I show you." I watched spellbound as he pulled his t-shirt
up by the neck lifting it over his head exposing his flat slender stomach and
developing chest before dropping it to the side leaving him naked from the
waist up. His jeans were tight and
hugged his hips like a glove showing absolutely nothing in front but I thought
he was the most beautiful boy I'd ever seen.
His waist was narrow and curved inwards and my cock literally twitched
seeing the duel grooves either side of his abdomen leading down under his
jeans. Fuck I wanted to touch him
there. The two tiny pinpricks of his
nipples that I'd glimpsed earlier down his t-shirt were surrounded by small pale
circles only slightly darker than the rest of his creamy white skin, and the
swell of his breasts was barely noticeable on his otherwise flat chest. "Now you." He nodded his head once at my own buttoned up
shirt.
I
hadn't even gotten four buttons undone when he slowly stepped towards me
reaching out to the last two and undid them letting my loose white shirt fall
open. He lowered his hand and brushed
the back of his fingers along the length of my straining cock trapped inside my
briefs looking down at it and then craned his head up to meet my eyes. The top of his head barely reached above my
chest and all I could think of was leaning down to kiss him on his lips and
tasting his mouth. One of his hands
pulled at my shirt while the other stayed where it was rubbing up and down my
erection and without conscious thought I yanked it off my shoulders letting it
fall off behind me. I was no longer as
toned as I used to be, and being in my mid-forties I had a soft stomach with a
little overhang at the sides and my chest hair had a smattering of grey, but
that didn't seem to bother Alek one little bit.
Both hands went to the button of my shorts just above the prominent
bulge of my rock hard cock and his little fingers and thumbs fluttered over my
aching glans underneath as he struggled to snap it open making it jump in
response. His head turned down to see
and suddenly I felt relief as the pressure came off and the zipper was lowered
to the hilt. They fell to the floor
around my feet and I was left standing there in front of him wearing only my
black boxer briefs with the unmistakable evidence of an adult erection pulling
the stretchy material taut. I placed a
hand on his naked shoulder feeling the sharp protrusions of his bones underneath
slowly lowering the other down his arm to his thin wrist and moaned out loud
when I felt the heat of his palm through my briefs. His fingers and thumb curled around my solid
shaft level with his sternum but they were obstructed by the stretchy material,
and even if they weren't they wouldn't've touched on the other side. I felt the tickle of pre being slowly forced
out, seeping from my glans and saw the dark circle forming where the head of my
cock pushed against my briefs and Alek ran the pad of his thumb over it, right
where it joined my shaft making me shiver in sexual need. He reached up with his other hand to the
waistband and was about to pull it out over my aching cock when I stopped him
holding his wrist in place.
He
looked up at me, his hand and fingers still wrapped around me with a
frown. "It's your turn to take your
pants off. I want to see you." I said and he smiled. "Then we can get in the shower okay?"
"Yes." I didn't know if he was agreeing to letting
me take his jeans off or getting into the shower or both. Probably both. Truth be told I was a little hesitant in
showing him my cock thinking he'd compare it with the dozens or hundreds of other
men I imagined he'd been with, so the delay was a bit of a relief if I was
honest and besides, I really did want to undo his jeans just like he'd done
with my shorts. I wanted to take them off
leaving him completely naked, his bald crotch and hard preteen dick exposed and
I very much wanted to kneel down in front of him and take him into my mouth.
I
felt his grip loosen around my cock and let go as I turned him towards the
bathroom stepping out of my shorts with both hands on his bony shoulders
walking close behind. I couldn't help
steeling a glance down his back to his narrow waist and the jeans that hugged
him there. His ass, no longer hidden
under his t-shirt was full and rounded and looked so small compared to my body
behind him. I could hardly believe I was
going to fuck him. I didn't bother
closing the door; instead I reached across and opened the clear glass panel to
the shower and turned the hot water on as he turned around again to face me
standing only two feet away.
Would
he pull away if I tried to kiss him? I
had no idea if he was gay or if he only sold himself to men because he had
to. Straight boys didn't kiss other boys
or men, and if he shied away I'd know he was only doing this for the money and
I'd rather believe he was doing it because he wanted to so I didn't try. The fly of his jeans were too low for me to
reach comfortably so I did the only thing I could. I got down on my knees in front of him with
my face above his belly button looking down at it. It was neither an innie or an outie.
There was a whirl of skin surrounding it with a concave depression, and
the knotted bump at the center was flush with his flat
stomach looking sexy as fuck. There was
a clear outline of muscle up the center of his
stomach just underneath the surface and his skin looked so
smooth and soft as silk. I brought both
hands up to his waist trailing the back of my fingers along the band of his
jeans almost reverently wanting to see what they hid. He sucked in a breath, his stomach caving in and
I felt him squirm at the touch and I looked up seeing him staring back down at
me as if he couldn't believe I wanted to do to him what he'd done to me.
"Is
this okay?" I asked and he nodded. Keeping my eyes turned up I slowly lowered a
hand, pressing into his crotch and feeling the soft lump of his sex under my
palm through his jeans. Jesus he felt so
small. Looking down again I brought both
hands up to his button fly and twisted it open then pinched the bronze zipper
between my fingers and thumb and pulled it all the way down to its stop. Underneath I could see his underwear from
between the flaps where they dug into his waist hiding what I was sure would be
a very smooth and hairless groin. With
my hands at his sides I pulled down on his jeans lowering them over his hips
keeping my eyes locked on his little bulge as it was revealed to me. His faded light blue underwear had seen far
better days and were far too small for him. The waistband was stretched tight and coming
away at the seams in places and when his jeans fell to the floor at his feet I
got a whiff of his crotch smell. This
wasn't a boy who bathed often and who'd probably worn the same clothes for days
on end, but fuck he was a sexy little thing standing there naked except for the
old fashioned Y front underwear. But even
despite the odour coming from his groin, the long expanse of his creamy white
skin between his belly button and the tight band of his underwear beckoned me
to touch him there. I had to see him.
I
didn't ask this time. I reached back up
with my hands, my palms flat either side of his hips and hooked a couple
fingers and thumbs into the waistband and slowly pushed them down bunching them
above his small package exposing the absolute smooth baldness of his
mound. I slipped all four fingers of
each hand inside the band of his underwear feeling the heat of his flesh and
the firm muscle of his ass checks as I slid them down further, and that was
when I got my first look at his preteen cock and balls from less than half a
foot away. He was cut, and he was smaller
than I'd expected. His slim ivory cock
was an inch and a half of stunning beauty jutting out from his hairless groin
above the plump twin orbs of his balls separated by a crinkled bead running up
the middle and, as I stared, I watched it harden to a full three inches until
it pointed directly up at me. I could
see a dozen tiny blue veins just underneath the surface of the almost
translucent skin of his shaft stretching along his short length up to the thin
red ring of his scar and the lavender bullet shaped tip of his glans. I had never seen anything so beautiful in my
life and all I could think was how much I wanted to take him into my mouth, but
I really didn't want the first boy's cock I sucked to taste of stale piss and
vinegar. Hell, I had no idea if another
man had sucked him or blown his load coating his hairless junk in cum before me
and I had no desire to find out. But I
did reach up with a single finger and ran it along the top side of his short
length from stem to tip making it jump and looked up at him.
He grinned
down at me with his arms at his side. "I
see you now?"
"Yes." I nodded and sat back on my heels glancing
down once again at his hard little dick before standing up bringing my
obscenely stretched briefs level with his stomach and turning at the waist to
open the shower door. Before I'd gotten
it all the way open his fingers were digging underneath the waistband of my
briefs pulling them out and dragging them down over my engorged cock freeing it
from its cloth covered prison to bounce up and down pointing at his chest. I pushed them down to my knees knowing he was
staring right at my cock and his head came closer, turning them inside out as
he pulled them down further and bending over slightly bringing his face so
close I could feel his warm breath making my sticky glans throb in
response. He stood up straight again
when they dropped to my feet and his small soft hand curled around my shaft
below the flared dark hued head and I instinctively pushed forward into it.
"Suck?" He asked twisting his head to look up at me.
God I
wanted him to. I really did. But I knew I'd come in his mouth in about a
minute if he did and I wanted so much more than just a quick blow job. "No..." I groaned stopping him with a hand
around his wrist. "I want to suck you
first."
The
expression on his face would've been amusing if I wasn't so fucking horny. He clearly hadn't expected me to want to suck
him and the corners of his mouth turned up grinning as he reached down to his
own hard little prong and pinched it between his fingers and thumb below the
glans. He was rock hard, his three inch
cock almost vertical pointing up over his bald mound which I'd soon come to
know was a trait of a lot of young preteen boys. Just to make sure he understood he let go of
my cock and poked a finger at his own little nail. "You want suck me?"
"Yes." I smiled nodding. "But not until we get you cleaned up and
smelling a bit better." I don't think he
got the part about smelling better but the look on his face told me he sure as
hell understood he was about to get his dick sucked.
The
steam was building up in the small enclosure from the now hot water raining
down from the shower head so I turned on the extractor fan and the overhead
light as well, looking back at the boy's slim naked body. "Hop in."
I said. He reached out with a
hand first to test the temperature and then stepped over the lip of the shower
under the hot spray turning to face me. The
ends of his red-blonde hair darkened and clung to his neck with the water
splashing on his shoulders and running down over his chest and stomach in
meandering rivulets to stream around his hard little cock and the tight pouch
of his balls. He watched me watching him
and tilted his head back into the water lifting both hands to his hair wetting
it and I was drawn to the hairless caves of his smooth pits. When he closed his eyes against the water I
envisioned pressing myself up against him and kissing his soft full red lips,
and he'd open up allowing me to slide my tongue inside his mouth. He rubbed the water from his face and opened
his eyes again beckoning me with his hand to join him in the shower. "Come."
He
moved aside to make room and I closed the clear glass door behind me. I couldn't believe how hard I was. Very seldom did my cock point anywhere close
to upwards, but this boy had me so turned on with the prospect if fucking him
that it was doing just that, and I looked again at his lips wanting to kiss
him. My heart was pounding in my ears
when I lifted a hand to his face and stepped close in the confined space with
my glans sliding sideways above his belly button and lent down using my fingers
at the back of his head to pull him towards me.
For a second I though he was going to let me, but he quickly turned away
shaking his head. "Nemaye... No."
He mumbled glancing up at me.
So
he probably wasn't gay and was only doing this for the money. I was disappointed but not completely
surprised. I mean, how likely was it
that the first kid who propositioned me would turn out to be a budding little
gay boy who liked men. Not very. "Sorry." I whispered moving my nose up to his wet hair
and grazing my lips over his forehead.
"You
still suck me?" He asked as if he
thought by refusing to kiss me I wouldn't.
"Yes." I whispered winking down at him and smiled
letting go of his neck and reached behind him to pump two squirts of coconut body
wash from a bottle secured in the inbuilt shelving into my palm. I felt his hard little dick poking my thigh
and brought my hands to his back pressing myself against him. He turned the side of his face into my chest
letting me caress him, massaging the soap into his shoulder blades and lower,
slowly humping into the soft tender skin of his stomach and then turned him to
face away from me. I refilled my palms
with body wash and with one arm over his shoulder and the other around his side
I pulled Alek against me again squashing my balls into the top of his ass where
it curved into his lower back and my rock hard cock strained upwards as I
worked my hands in circles on his chest and stomach. I roamed his sides and arms and under his
pits washing the grime and dirt off him before reaching down, sliding over the
silken skin of his hairless navel and bare pubic mound. Hooking my thumb around the root of his erection
I curled my fingers up into the spongy orbs of his plump little balls feeling
how soft and smooth they were with the two tiny little jellybeans inside moving
around with my fingers. He moaned then,
pushing his flat chest out and pressing the back of his head into me as he
widened his stance giving me unfetted access to grope
and fondle his sex. I held him at the
hip as I squeezed and pulled him back into my achingly hard cock, lowering my
face to nuzzle into his wet hair and closed my hand into a fist around his
three inches slowly jacking him off making sure I washed away any trace of
other men or day's old stale piss and funk.
My hand found its way from his hip to his navel, sliding up over the silky
smoothness of his skin to his chest and nipples rolling one and then the other
under my fingers loving every inch of his sexy as fuck little body as I could
reach. God he had me so close already I
knew it wouldn't take much for me to blow my load up his back before I'd even
had a chance to get his dick in my mouth, so I let go of him and reached for
the shampoo. It was strawberry scented
and he let me massage it into his scalp under my nose with his eyes closed and
ass pushing back between my thighs teasing the root of my rock hard cock pressed
against the outward curve of his cheeks.
I lent him forward, bent at the waist to rinse his hair out under the
falling water and ground my aching prick into his cleft just once before
quickly turning him around to face me again.
His hand went straight to my cock wrapping around it and I had to pull
him off in fear he'd make me come far too soon.
"You
suck me now?"
"In
a minute buddy..." I said wanting to make
sure his asshole was clean as well. I
had every intention of licking him there and eating him out, but more
importantly I needed to let the impending orgasm I'd felt boiling up deep under
my balls to recede. With another pool of
body wash in my palms I lowered myself down onto my knees sliding my hands
around to his ass digging my fingers into his cheeks and pried them apart. I slipped my middle finger between them finding
his hole and circled it, lightly tapping him on his seemingly far too small
fissure feeling the heat of it on my pad.
His hard little cock strained upwards to my chin as I leant forward
kissing and licking the skin of his belly, slowly crouching down and lowering
my head trailing my tongue around the boy's button to his bald mound and
finally to the crease between his thigh and balls. I ran the length of my index finger up and
down over his hole as I turned my head and opened my mouth around the whole of
his plump little balls with the short pole of his cock sliding up under my eye
beside my nose. His hands came to my
head with his chin on his chest looking down watching me and his mouth opened, his
eyebrows arching on his forehead when I pushed my middle finger into him
reaching as far as I could. God he was
so fucking hot in there and really fucking tight too. I felt his ring contract around my finger and
his cock twitched on my face and that was when I let his balls slip from my mouth
and grazed my lips up his short length to his tiny glans and took him all the
way down to his soft hairless mound. For
the first time in my life I had a very young boy's hard little cock in my mouth
and it felt and tasted so fucking good.
I'd read stories and fantasized about it, but nothing could have ever
prepared me for how hot and hard and how soft it felt all at the same
time. I had to purse my lips like I was
sucking on my own finger and I only needed to move my head back and forth two
inches from his bullet shaped glans to bury my face into his groin as I slowly slid
my finger in and out of his hole. He
laid both hands on my shaved head and his hairless mound came forward as he
began moving with me, his diamond hard dick sliding so easily in and out of my
mouth and over my tongue. He pushed his
ass back onto my finger swallowing it up to my fist and then squashed his balls
against my chin burying himself as deeply as he could
in my mouth. I sucked in my cheeks and
curled my tongue around his three inches pistoning
back and forth letting my middle finger slip from inside him bringing my
pointer alongside stretching his hole open. Somewhere in there I'd read about finding a
boy's immature prostate and pressing in on a hard little nub a few inches deep,
but for the life of me, as hard as I tried to find it nothing I did seemed to
have any effect. I so wanted a boy as
young as Alek to orgasm in my mouth and to hear the kid moan and shudder, his
little dick twitching and his balls pulling up tight in dry climax, that not
even my own raging need could've stopped me from bringing him off.
I
eased my two fingers from his clinching hole and pulled off his short little
dick long enough to quickly check for any sign of residue and, finding none, I
held him in my lips slowly circling his glans with my tongue. Taking hold of his hips again, my thumbs at
the front pressing into the soft sleek skin either side of his groin and my
fingers digging into his cheeks, I sank down his three inch length to the
smooth hairless root of his cock and began pushing and pulling his slender
preteen groin into my face showing him how I wanted him to fuck himself with my
mouth. The bones of his narrow hips
pressed into my palms as I flicked my tongue underneath his tiny glans making
him squirm and shudder above me and I heard the first of many high pitched
stuttered moans in a language I didn't understand. My own cock was rock fucking hard but I dare
not touch it in fear of exploding all over myself and the shower floor and
instead focused on the taste and feel of a young boy's slender three
inches. I'd sucked dick before. I knew what I was doing and how to give
pleasure yet those had been much bigger and at least eight or nine years
older. Alek was my first boy and I knew
without a doubt that this is what I'd crave for as long as I lived. His hands pressed down on the back of my head
and I twisted it to the side squashing my nose into the crease of his thigh
sucking in my cheeks and massaging his cock with my tongue each time he pushed
in and I could tell he was getting close.
The muscles of his stomach tensed and relaxed showing off his firm flat
belly and his breathing was short and shallow in an almost continuous string of
guttural moans speaking in his native tongue.
Some words I recognized, most I could only guess at but it was clear he
was on the verge. He groaned loudly
smashing his hairless mound against my face pulling me against him with his
cock trapped between my tongue and the roof of my mouth and stayed there, his whole body rigid and tense and I finally knew
what it meant to give a boy such mind blowing pleasure. His hard three inches literally jumped in my
mouth and he rose up on the balls of his feet as his hips jerked, curling his
body over me crushing his stomach into my forehead and wrapping his arms around
me as he came in waves of crashing orgasm.
I felt every pulsing throb, every twitch and quivering vibration of his
preteen cock held within my mouth and I savored every
fucking second of it for as long as it lasted.
There was no taste, no little squirt of sweet gooey boy cum or even the
barest hint of a watery emission. He was
completely and utterly dry and I loved him for it. I breathed in the scent of his groin feeling
his cock twitch and judder, slowing to once every couple of seconds and then
longer until it finally stopped and he let out a long held giggling and very
satisfied breath above me. The sound of
a young preteen boy's voice only moments after orgasm was something I will
never forget or would ever tire of hearing.
"Ebaaat'..." He groaned
in a loud whisper as he uncoiled himself from me and stood upright keeping his
dick buried in my mouth. I didn't want
to let it go, but when he pushed my head back looking down at me he smiled
watching as it slipped from between my lips and sprang up hard as a fucking rock. I swallowed my saliva tasting him still and
looked up at his flushed face and wide open eyes, his chest rising and falling
and he licked his lips breathing hard.
"Good?" I asked lightly tracing my fingers over the
smooth satiny skin of his hairless mound and around his cock to his balls tickling
him underneath. His cock jerked in
response.
He
ginned looking down at me. "Tak... Yes."
"Again?"
"Yes." He nodded and reached down to hold himself
between his thumb and two fingers at the root of his dick squeezing it. I looked too and lowered my mouth to catch
his arrow tip in my lips caressing it softly with a feather touch. I'd woken up this morning with absolutely no
idea I'd be blessed with being able to do something so erotic or so freely to a
boy of only nine or ten years old, and this was only the beginning. I was going to fuck him if I didn't come all
over myself first.
"C'mon..." I said leaning away from him with my hands
still on his hips and got up off my knees sliding the tips of my fingers up the
curve of his waist and around to his swelling chest. His tiny nipples were erect and sharp under
my thumbs and my cock strained upwards only an inch from touching his
stomach. "It'll be comfier on the bed."
I
opened the shower door and let him out first glancing down at the boy's round
naked creamy white ass and the crease between his cheeks hiding the small tight
hole that I was going to fuck. All six
inches of my cock was going in there and if I was lucky I wouldn't blow my wad
in the first minute. We dried ourselves
casting glances at each other from under our towels, both of us remaining hard
the entire time and the anticipation I felt watching him and seeing his sexy
preteen body as he moved grew by the second.
I could see the faint outlines of his ribs under his smooth pale white skin
drawing me to his tiny erect nipples that I wanted to flick with my tongue and
everywhere else I could get to. He was
slim and slender and unlike me, he was so fucking hot.
"You're
a very sexy little boy Dany." I said
having no idea then that it wasn't his real name.
He
dropped his towel and grabbed me by the hand pulling me out of the bathroom
towards my bed. "You suck again now
yes? Then me
suck?"
"Yes." I followed, letting him lead me to my own bed
but I pulled him to a stop and turned him around looking down at him making
sure he heard what I said next. "And
then I'm going to fuck you."
"In
my..." He eyes searched for the word. "Dupu? My..."
He pointed with a finger behind himself.
"In your ass, yes."
He
looked unsure for a second before nodding his head. "Okay.
But you use condom."
I
really didn't want to. I wanted to feel
every inch as I pushed through the tight ring of his hole and buried my cock
deep inside his heat. Wearing a condom
would rob me some of that pleasure, but it was either that or miss out on
fucking him. "Sure kid. Whatever you say." Thank God I still had a few in my bedside
drawer along with a squeezy bottle of lube.
When
I didn't move he looked up at me expectantly.
"You get now. Show me."
I
didn't really have a choice. Even though
I'd paid for him he was still in charge and all it took was a few steps to my
bedside drawers to pull out a strip of condoms and rip one off. I also grabbed the lube and dropped it on the
bed knowing I was going to need it and stood in front of him again holding the
sealed square for him to see. "Okay?"
"Yes."
"Good." I winked.
The
back of his thigs were against the bed and I placed both hands on his shoulders
gently pushing him down so he sat on the end, his face now level with my raging
hard cock. He licked his lips knowing
what was coming and I watched, imagining them parting to graze across my wet
sticky head and slide over the crown of my glans taking me into his mouth. I didn't need to wait long as he lifted a
hand wrapping his fingers around my thick solid shaft a half inch from touching
his thumb on the other side and lent forward.
His mouth opened and he took in a slow breath just before his soft wet
lips closed half way down my glazed head and sensuously pulled back with the
slightest of suction imaginable. They
came together at the tip where he twirled his tongue before smacking his lips
and swallowing the taste of my pre looking up at me with his big dark brown
eyes and my glans folding his bottom lip.
My hand combed through his damp hair at the back of his head and he let
me pull him forward again opening his mouth and I slid three inches inside over
the soft velvety cushion of his tongue.
"Fuuuuuck..." I moaned
looking down watching a nine or ten year old boy taking my cock into his mouth
for the very first time in my life. I was
so fucking turned on and hard as fucking steel and it felt so fucking
good. I couldn't help it, I put the
slightest of pressure on the back of his head and another inch disappeared into
his mouth sliding the head of my cock to the back of his tongue. His breath cascaded over my trimmed pubes
through his nose and I held him there luxuriating in the boy's hot mouth and
then eased off the pressure and let him pull back. My other hand went to his head as well and
pushed him back down, instinctively moving my hips forward a little feeling him
trying to relax and take five of my six inches to the back of his mouth. I left my hands on his head but I didn't need
to direct him, he did that all on his own.
His free hand came up to cup my balls into his palm while he held me
around my shaft slowly jacking me and sucked back and forth soaking my cock in
a wet sheen of his saliva. I think he
thought if he got me off in his mouth I wouldn't fuck him since he hadn't
looked all that keen on the idea and his tongue undulated along my length when
he sucked me in and flicked right on the most sensitive spot underneath as he
withdrew. He hadn't wanted to kiss me
and I was fairly sure he wasn't gay, so taking an adult cock up his ass
probably didn't appeal, but my God he knew how to use his mouth. I'd had a grand total of four guys suck my
cock up until then and I can honestly say it was the best fucking blow job I'd
ever experienced. His tongue was in
constant motion and he slid back and forth twisting his head lathering my cock
in spit occasionally pulling off completely to lick up the side of my shaft
looking up at me with a smile on his lips.
Fuck, maybe he actually was gay.
I
was biting my own lip and wanted to close my eyes at the exquisite feeling of a
boy's mouth on me but I didn't. The
sight of him cresting my glans again and sliding down five inches was enough to
make me moan out loud. "Nghhhh... Fuck that
feels so good little man. See if you can
get the whole thing in there."
He
tried. He really did. His hand flattened on my short trimmed pubes
and his nose touched his fingers taking my cock down to the root and gagged,
slurping noisily back up and panting through his nose looking pleased with
himself. He did that two more times over
the next few minutes but when he sensed I was getting close with my hands
beginning to push and pull his head back and forth he backed off and took his
mouth off me. Looking up he licked his
lips and swallowed.
"You
suck me now?" He asked and I could see
his erect boyhood pointing straight up from between his spread legs and his
hand in his lap diddling with it. I had
no idea if he'd stopped on purpose knowing that once a guy got off he'd
probably lose interest for a while and he'd more than likely miss out on the
second blow job he'd been promised.
"Yeah..." I sighed taking a deep breath disappointed
I'd not come in his mouth but thankful that I hadn't. I really, really wanted to fuck this boy. "Lay back."
He
did, leaning back on his elbows showing off his slim preteen body to me with a
single thin fold of skin bisecting his belly button and spreading his legs
apart hanging over the side of the bed at the knees. His rigid little cock pointed up at his face,
the red ring of his circumcision taut and his rounded balls hanging a little
looser now after the shower, but they were still those of a young boy years
away from reaching puberty. My dripping
wet cock pulsed at the sight of his hairless taint and he watched as I dropped
to my knees putting both hands on his thighs and running them up to his hips
leaning in over him. "God you're a hot
little fucker aren't you...?"
I
knew he wouldn't let me kiss him but I could still lick and touch every other
part of him. He was mine for another seventy
five minutes and I was sure as hell going to get my monies worth. I ignored his dick, pushing my luck and
trying for his mouth but he turned away as I'd expected him to so I detoured,
nuzzling into his throat as if that's where I'd been headed all along shuffling
forward on my knees between his wide open legs.
My hands explored, roaming up and down his sides lost in the silky
smoothness of his skin under my palms as I kissed and licked and sucked at his
throat which he so kindly surrendered when he tiled his head back and to the side. He smelt of coconut soap and strawberry
shampoo but he tasted like innocence, even though I knew he wasn't. I'd never had sex with a kid so it took me a
bit by surprise at just how soft and tender his skin was below his throat as I
moved down, trailing my lips and tongue over a slightly swelling breast to an
erect nipple and nipped it with my teeth.
Alek hissed out a breath and pushed up into me wanting more. One of my hands rounded his hip coming
between us to take his dick in my thumb and fingers slowly tracing them up and
down while the other tweaked his excited nub on the other side. I kissed and licked my way down his stomach
getting closer and closer to his sex, poking my tongue into his belly button
only briefly before descending upon it.
Using my two fingers underneath I lifted his three inches of granite
hardness to my lips and buried my face between his legs using my tongue to
scoop his balls in at the same time.
"Ahhhhgghhhh..." He
giggled with his mouth hanging open watching me and lifted a leg putting his
foot on the mattress and letting his knee sag wide open. As much as I was focused on his rigid cock in
my mouth I realized his hole was only a few inches below and all it would take
to get at it was to push his other leg out as well. I stroked a hand over his thigh to his knee
at the edge of the bed and gripped him from underneath, lifting it and pushing
it to the side spreading his cheeks apart forcing him to lower himself onto his
back on the bed. I let his cock slip
from my lips and looked down under his balls to the swollen bulge of his taint
and there, between the shallow ravine of his crease was
the pink circle of his anus. Fuck, it
had to be the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen. I grabbed his other leg under the knee and
pushed it back, now using both hands to spread his legs up and apart rolling
his ass up to my face. The clean soapy
scent of his hole wafted up as I lent in with his full rounded balls in front
of my eyes held snugly in his rounded pouch drawing me forward. I licked his taint first, tickling him with
the tip of my tongue smiling to myself at the sound he made and then dipped
down over the taut ridge of skin to taste a preteen boy's hole
for the first time. It tingled the tip of my tongue and had a lightly metallic flavor that tasted a bit like liquorish, and I heard Alek
suck in a breath and moan when I lapped at the pink center
of his depression making him shiver. His
tight ring contracted and closed as he tensed the muscles in his groin and then
it suddenly bloomed out when he pushed and a quarter inch of my tongue felt the
heat of his hole opening up for me. Again, I'd read so many stories describing a
boy's hole as puckered or wrinkled but Alek's was none of those. He was as smooth there and as perfectly supple as anywhere else and it was with some ease that I
speared my tongue and pushed in wriggling it like an eel making him squirm and
giggle out loud once again.
I
lifted up from his ass looking between his legs to see him with his head up
looking back at me. "You like?" I asked raising my eyebrows smiling.
"Yes." He replied quietly nodding. "Again."
Who
was I to deny him? I'd happily feast on
his hole for as long as he wanted me to and besides, I'd read you needed to
stretch and open a boy's anus with your fingers before fucking him. Not
that I wanted to stretch him too much though because what I desired most was to
feel his slick greasy ring gripping me like a vice as I sank all the way into
him until I was balls deep.
I
felt the pressure come off my hands and realized he'd taken his own knees in
his hands leaving me to run mine down his thighs to his ass and cup his cheeks
in my palms. With my thumbs crawling
inwards I dug in pulling them apart opening the tiny iris of his pink hole and
lowered my face tickling and circling and probing with my tongue, dipping into
the small crimson oval cave of his anus and pushing in. I lapped and sucked and wriggled into him,
soaking his hole with spit and then rose up on my knees to his balls pulling
them into my mouth. I'd already gathered
enough pre from my own dripping cock as lube and slipped two fingers up under
my chin pressing them together and pushing in.
He made a noise above me when the thickest part of my second knuckles eased
through his elastic lips and stretched his inner muscle open allowing them to
sink into the hot spongy void of his bowels.
I rolled his tiny jellybean balls around in his sack chasing them with
my tongue as I pressed my fisted hand against his ass swirling my fingers
inside him and withdrew only to slide back in scissoring them apart. Hoping like fuck everything I'd read about a
little boy's prostate wasn't complete bullshit I twisted my hand with my palm
up curling my fingers towards the base of his cock under his balls searching
for it. I found the hardened root of his
cock and moved up with my mouth to his glans and sucked him in whole, all the
way to the base as I reached in further with my fingers. I knew I'd found it when his whole body
jerked suddenly and he sucked in a loud stuttered breath letting it all out in
a low throaty groan and his cock jumped in my mouth. The tight grip of his ring clamped down
strangling my fingers and I smiled around his crayon sized little pole knowing
I'd hit my mark with my lips pressing into the softness of his bare pubic mound
purposefully squashing his balls with my chin.
I corkscrewed my hand sliding back and pushed in again, angling my
fingers upward and flicked my tongue up underneath his taut glans making sure
to graze them over the spongy mass of his immature prostate. His diamond hard three inches quivered,
strumming on my tongue held firmly in my caved in cheeks as I pressed a thumb
into the swollen bulge of his taint directly over the root of his erection. With only the slightest of pressure I
compressed his prostate between my thumb and two fingers inside and he gave a
short sharp moan in his high pitched preteen voice, the band of his inner
muscle contracting, clamping down on my fingers in a death grip. If it felt this good on my fingers I could
only imagine it doing the same thing grasping around the shaft of my cock
buried inside him and the sounds of a young hairless preteen boy approaching
his second orgasm made me so God damned hot to fuck him.
He
let go of his legs putting both feet on my shoulders with his knees wide apart,
my face between his creamy smooth thighs sucking hard up and down on his three
inch little cock forcing my fingers apart and rotating them stretching him
ready for my cock. As inexperienced as I
was with boys, even I could tell he was close again and all it took was another
gentle massage of his tiny prostate with my thumb and fingers working him from
both inside and out combined with my lips sliding up and down his short length
to get him there. My free hand was laid
flat on his stomach caressing him when I felt him go rigid and try to push up
with his hips into my face with a gurgling strangled cry coming from above
me. His hands pressed down on the top of
my head and his dick turned to stone three seconds before the first mighty
jolt. I felt it in his ass, his tight
ring clamping down on my fingers and then the contraction under my thumb pressing
in on his taint was like a pulse of heat before his cock lurched and trembled
for at least fifteen long glorious seconds and his stuttered little boy moans
turned to a very satisfied giggle and panting breath. He put both hands behind his head and lifted it
up with his chin on his chest looking down and grinned at me as I took hold of
his dick at the base and eased my mouth off it and very slowly withdrew my
fingers from his ass.
It was
my turn now. I knew it, my cock knew it,
and he sure as hell knew it too. "You
fuck me now?" He asked through his
laboured breath. His face was flushed
and his red-blonde hair was matted down on his forehead but he was smiling.
"Yes." I said looking up at him from between his
legs with his glans on my lips. He was
breathing hard and his chest rose and fell as if he'd just run a half
mile. "I fuck you now."
The
lube and the unopened square containing the condom lay on the bed at Alek's
side and as I stood I reached out for the lube hoping he wouldn't notice I'd
left the condom where it was. He put both
feet down on mattress with his legs splayed wide open, his hard three inches as
stiff and rigid as ever and he looked down at my wet glistening six inches and
back up at my face. I was so fucking
turned on I knew I'd only last a few minutes at the most once I was in him if I
even got that far before blowing my load.
I had no idea if he'd be relieved or disappointed. At the time I didn't actually think he was
gay and that he probably didn't relish taking an adult cock up his ass, but I'd
paid for it, so as long as he didn't back out on our deal I was going to fuck him.
"Condom." He said snatching
up the silver square and holding it out to me.
Resigned to my fate of fucking a boy for the first time and having to
wear a rubber knowing it would dull the incredible sensations of his silken
glove, I took it from him. Thankfully it
was Ultra-thin so I didn't imagine I'd be missing out on too much. Two weeks later I'd find out just how wrong I
was; fucking him bare and coating his bowels in cum was a bazillion times
better.
I
moved forward reaching down over his thighs to his hips lifting just enough to
drag him back about a half foot until his ass was at the edge of the bed and
then streched over him to grab a pillow. He lifted his head as I pulled it underneath and
his legs came up, bending at the knee either side of my body as I moved in
between them. My cock hovered over his
sex as I tore open the silver packet and dropped it to the floor looking down
at the boy I was about to fuck more turned-on than I'd ever been before. He was so young and completely smooth from
the neck down and his sexy as fuck preteen body was everything I'd ever dreamt
of.
"Like
this?" Alek asked looking up at me
reaching out to his knees spreading them wide and pulling back opening himself
up for me to take what I most wanted.
"Fuck
yeah... Just like that buddy." I said barely above a whisper holding the rubber
latex sheath by the tip over my aching glans and eagerly rolled it down my
granite six inches all the way to my trimmed pubes and shaved balls. He watched me squeeze a generous pool of lube
onto my fingers and rub them together and I felt him push out when I reached
down and touched them to his hole. There
was little doubt he'd done this before and my two fingers easily breached the
tight seal curling his ring inwards as they pushed through the inner muscle
into the warm moist void beyond. His
mouth opened and his eyebrows arched as I slid the thickest part of my fingers
into him squeezing more lube where they entered and withdrew only to push
straight back in. I smeared the lube
around his hole getting him slick, ready to take my straining cock and then
pulled out holding my hand under my latex sheathed shaft dribbling a pool of
lube over it into my palm and wrapped my fist around it. Coated in lube my hand glided up and down
three times before I dropped the bottle to the bed and lent in over him holding
myself up with a hand at the side of his shoulder looking down at his very
young and smooth preteen body laid beneath me.
"You
ready?" I asked. He knew what I meant and nodded his head
letting go of his knees splaying his legs wide with his feet circling around my
lower back. I looked down between us
with my hand around my cock holding it poised an inch from touching his tiny
little cave and was pleased to see his own dick was still hard pointing up his
navel to his face. I had absolutely no
idea what I was doing. How hard should I
push? Should I shove it all in in one go
or go slow like I'd read in all those stories?
Could I even get it all the way in a nine or ten year old boy? In my lust fuelled fog I don't actually
recall making a conscious decision; but within the span of two heartbeats I
felt my glans compressing against his hole as I held it straight and then he
relaxed, or pushed out, or both. I felt
the slick rubbery band of his ring open and swallow the head of my cock into
his succulent moist heat but he tensed, griping me tightly as I looked down
seeing a part of myself inside a boy for the very first time in my life. God I was so fucking hard. All I wanted was to sink into him but I
looked up at his face when the fingernails of one hand dug into my forearm and I
could see him visibly trying to will himself to relax
again. I felt it, and looking into his
eyes I pressed forward a half inch prying open his sphincter as he let out a
quiet groan scrunching his eyes closed and sucked in both his bottom and upper
lips between his teeth. I held still and
waited, looking down seeing at least three and a half inches still to go and
that his dick had shrunk to half the size of only a minute ago to lying limply
over his hairless mound.
I
felt a series of tiny futters around the head of my cock imbedded in his ass
and the death grip he had me in subsided.
He opened his eyes giving a subtle nod of his head telling me it was
okay to keep going. I really wanted to
but waited another ten seconds, mostly to let my rising orgasm fade before very
slowly adding pressure and pushing forward again feeling the strong band of his
sphincter rolling down the length of my shaft.
"Fuuuuck..." I
moaned. The delicate membrane of his cannel
yielded and morphed around my cock surrounding it in a mushy heat as I fully sank
into him clawing at his thigh now that I no longer needed to guide my cock home
and pressed the hollow of my groin against his upturned cheeks. God he was so fucking hot inside. Even through the latex glove I could still
feel it.
I
opened my eyes not even realizing I'd closed them looking down at him almost
overwhelmed that I was actually in a nine or ten year old preteen boy's ass and
how fucking good it felt. Without giving
up even a half inch I let the pressure off and then pushed forward again
flattening his cheeks and watched his face.
Tiny pinpricks of sweat dotted his upper lip and under his eyes and his
cheeks were flushed a light red and his eyebrows arched again feeling all six
inches of my cock strain further into him.
The corners of his mouth turned up in a forced smile and I pulled back a
whole inch, slowly sliding back in watching him. I did it again, two inches this time as his
lips parted staring back up at me and he let out a quiet moan with his slowly
expelling breath. The fifth time I did
it, pulling out nearly four inches and sinking back into his succulent depths
he shifted on the bed into a more comfortable position crossing his feet behind
my back unwittingly angling my cock in a direct line to his root and
prostate. Maybe he was gay and liked a
cock inside him, because when I looked down again his three inch boner had
regained its full hard length. I was
still holding myself up with one hand on the mattress and the other digging my
fingers into his hip and thigh slowly rocking my waist sliding back and forth
into the gripping furnace of his hole. I
knew he felt me grazing over the spongy lump of his prostate when his face lit
up and he sucked in a sudden breath letting it out in a drawn out staccato as
he reached for his own cock and grasped it between his thumb and two fingers
jacking himself off. Despite not wanting
to wear a condom I was grateful for it.
I was sure I'd have already come without it and I wanted this to last
for as long as possible even though that would prove to be no more than five
minutes at most. Using his hip as
leverage I pushed off the bed and stood, holding him around the waist with both
hands and lifted him leaving only his head and shoulders on the mattress so I
was looking down his body to his face. I
used him like a fleshlight fucking in an out of his
ass watching him jack his three inch cock and feeling the smooth supple
softness of his skin under my hands. I
was aiming for his balls every time I sank in all the way to the root and he
gasped and moaned, his eyebrows arching and mouth hanging open as his
lightweight body rocked back and forth held up in the air. Jesus I was close. I stretched both thumbs down under his balls
and pressed in fucking him harder and harder holding him in place pulling
nearly all the way out until only my glans remained and driving home
again. I was watching my slick latex
covered cock emerge and sink back in over and over.
"Ahhhhhhhhh..." He
groaned in a stuttered cry of overwhelming pleasure. I knew then what it felt like to have my cock
buried balls deep in a boy's ass when he came.
The muscle inside strangled my shaft two inches from the base in
clamping waves which I could clearly see and feel from the outside, his swollen
taint pulsating in time just below his small hairless balls pulling up into a single
round globe. Seeing his stiff three inch
cock pulsing in climax sent me over the edge right alongside him.
"Jesus
Christ... Ohhhh
fuck kid, I'm gonna come in you." I groaned digging my fingers into his tender
flesh and held him to me as the burn started deep in my groin under my
balls. It built quickly and I felt my
cock swell and expand inside as I closed my eyes, my mouth opening in exquisite
ecstasy shoving hard and deep with my hands wrapped around his thin bony
hips. The three seconds before the first
thrilling rush of orgasm hit stretched out like an eternity, my balls
tightening in my sack and pulling upwards ready to explode in spine tingling
euphoria and then it hit me. I stabbed
into him and my cock lurched with a seemingly continuous flow of semen forcing
its way up my shaft shooting out of my burning lips into the condom I
wore. Its warmth spread and surrounded
me adding to the already all-consuming heat of Alek's silken flesh and my cock
pulsed again and again unloading a lifetime of pent up sexual frustration. I ground my crotch against his ass holding
him tight jerking and convulsing through at least a half dozen powerful jolts savoring the slow gradual decline until the last weak pulse
oozed out and I finally opened my eyes.
Alek's chin was on his chest, his body bent with just his head and
shoulders on the mattress looking up at me with his legs still around my waist
and smiled.
I
licked my suddenly dry lips and panted heavily standing at the end of the bed
with my cock still inside him and holding him by his hips luxuriating in the
waning of my orgasm. Already I was
thinking about next time and I smiled back easing him down holding the condom
in place on my cock so it came out with me.
There was only a little murky smear but otherwise it was mostly clean
when I slipped out and I rolled onto my side facing him on the bed with my head
in my hand. I couldn't believe I'd just
fucked him and I slowly trailed my fingertips from his chest down to his hairless
mound and circled there tickling my way back up as I caught my breath. My cock lost its rigid firmness shrinking in
on itself so on the next pass down his preteen body I slipped the condom off
and tossed it to the floor behind me. We
both heard it land full of my cum and he turned to me
smiling.
"You
like first time fucking boy?"
I
nodded. "Yes... And I'd really like to do it again."
"You
want again now?" He asked briefly
looking down at my softening cock against his thigh.
"I
wish." I smiled laughing quietly. "Can you come back tomorrow?"
"Tomorrow? Yes." He nodded and then the hustler returned. "Same price."
He
could've asked for twice that and I would've happily paid it. "Same price." I agreed.
"How old are you by the way?"
"How old?" He asked and
then shrugged his shoulders. "Ten... I think."
"You
think?" How does a kid not know how old he is? "What do you mean?"
"I
turn ten but not know when."
"You
don't know when your birthday is?"
Shit... I might've just fucked a
nine year old. He shook his head leaving
me at a loss for words and I glanced at the clock on the bedside table. I still had 50 minutes until my two hours
were up but decided I probably couldn't come again that soon so I offered him
food instead. He cleaned up in the
bathroom and then joined me upstairs in the galley dressed back in his torn and
filthy clothes and we chatted as best we could with his broken English. It was then he told me his parents were both
dead and he slept in the small room he'd first taken me to and that it was his
job to pimp out the girls and collect payment from the men who bought
them. When I asked if he fucked them too
he shook his head but was quick to tell me he did stuff with the other boys which, of course, perked my interest and I probed him for
details. He stayed thirty minutes longer
than his allotted time and I fed him ham, cheese and tomato toasted sandwiches
with Coke, but eventually I had to pay him and follow him out to the pier to watch
him leave. He turned once and waved and
I stood there until I lost sight of him very much looking forward to his return
the next day.
I stayed
in Odesa a lot longer than I'd planned which will come as no surprise. Alek showed up around lunch time every day
for two weeks and I feed him and then we'd go downstairs to my cabin where he'd
shower. Sometimes I joined him,
sometimes not, preferring him to crawl up onto my bed naked with his three inch
cock erect and a look of anticipation in his eyes. He'd either straddle my chest aiming his dick
to my lips or I'd flip him over onto his back kissing my way down to his groin
tickling his hairless mound with my tongue before bringing him to orgasm with
my mouth. I loved his smooth young
preteen body and I explored every inch from his throat to his armpits, eating
his ass and wriggling my tongue into his hot little hole and surpling his small balls into my mouth before I'd fuck
him. But he resolutely refused to kiss
me when I tried, turning his head away again and again and shaking his head no. He stayed two hours the first few days but
that increased to three and then four when he discovered my Netflix
account. I washed his clothes after the
fourth day taking note of his size and then surprised him with new jeans and a
few slim fitting t-shirts that I knew he'd look hot as fuck in. I also got him four pairs of colored boxer brief underwear as well as tennis shoes and
threw all the old stuff away. Nearing
the end of the second week I bought a new Play Station 5 with duel controls and
hooked it up to the large flat screen in the living space below deck and he was
brimming with excitement when he saw it.
He stayed and I ordered in pizza since we were both far too engrossed in
Fortnite and Call of Duty for me to cook. Of course I had to suck him off again knelt
in front of him sat completely naked in the beanbag leaning back with me
between his legs. He paused his game
only when he got close and came in my mouth and then went straight back to it
finishing the level he was on. The
little shit didn't even ask if I needed to get off one more time before he
left. But it was all good. I'd cum three times that day already so I
wasn't complaining.
I
didn't fuck him every day. He was
surprisingly skilled at sucking cock and I came in his mouth often enough when
we were giving his ass a rest, but he always spat it out rather than
swallowing. I didn't mind. Not much anyway. At least he wasn't making me wear a condom
for that as well and he'd stopped asking me for money after the fifth day which
was also the same day he confessed his real name. About two and a half weeks into what was soon
becoming our routine he paused his game and looked at me watching him. It was later than usual and beginning to
darken outside. I'd made us Mac `n'
Cheese after I'd fucked him sat in the chase lounge with him on my lap, legs
splayed wide facing away from me as I thrust up into him and masturbated his
hard three inches and squeezed his small hairless balls.
"Can
I stay here tonight?" He asked. His English was improving little by little. "With you?"
I
didn't say anything. I just nodded my
head and smiled and he went back to his game.
When we went to bed I was reaching into the drawer for a rubber when he
stopped me. "No. I want you fuck me without."
We made
love that night and I came inside him properly for the first time. His legs were up and his feet were on my back
as I moved on top of him feeling every inch of his clenching sheath and painted
his bowels with cum. A couple days later
he left for an hour, returning with a brown haired boy who looked about a year
younger than he was and, with obvious excitement, they went below to play video
games. Of course I followed. Alek told me his name was Mykola
and how he knew him and said he couldn't speak any English. They were friends of a sort, the younger boy
being the son of the man who profited from the girls and the small cramped
rooms they shared. From the outset it
was obvious to me why Alek had brought him here and he kept whispering in his
ear as he played his game until he just got up and knelt in front of Mykola on the beanbag pulling his shorts down and off and
swallowed his stiff little two and a half inch dick right down to the
root. The younger boy twisted his head
to look at me grinning and then dropped the controller to the floor leaning
back into the beanbag spreading his legs giving Alek all the room he needed.
"Nate... Come suck him too." Alek said coming off and then went back down
sucking Mykola's boy nail into his mouth. Getting down onto my knees and crawling over
to the beanbag next to him Alek moved to the other side holding his two and a
half inch dick up for me. I raised my
eyebrows at the boy silently asking his permission and he nodded his head as I
ran my palm up his inner thigh to his small rounded balls and lent down
flicking my tongue over the tiny glans before pursing my lips and buried my
face into his groin. They whispered
above me in their native language and I felt Alek pushing my head back from Mykola's lap.
"He
is virgin. You fuck him now? Four thousand." The kid earned it too. I doubted very much he was virgin, but his
award winning acting stills almost made me believe it.
A
week later, lying naked in bed exhausted after a prolonged marathon of sex with
an energetic and horny little boy, I asked Alek if he wanted to take Ghost out
on a quick three day hop to the Med. He
literally squealed with excitement bouncing up and down on his stomach next to
me and without thinking about it he kissed me on the lips. It was only fleeting and he quickly hid his
face into the pillow. Why he was
suddenly so shy I have no idea, but apparently it was okay to suck cock and
lick an asshole but kissing was embarrassing.
I
rolled onto my side towards him and stroked my hand up his back still feeling
his soft sweet lips on mine and whispered into his ear. "That was nice. I don't mind if you want to kiss me some
more."
"It's
gay." I heard his muffled voice say from
the pillow. I had to supress a laugh.
"It
was still nice. I liked it... Hey, you wanna ask Mykola if he wants to come with us?" I asked and his head popped up off the pillow
grinning.
Neither
of them had ever even left Odesa let alone travelled to another country. I wasn't too concerned about customs and
passports since they were very rarely checked upon arrival and only really
required for extended stays. I planned
on visiting Santorini for a day and scoped out a couple other close by islands
that looked secluded enough for what I wanted.
I'd had to keep our playtime confined to indoors either in my cabin or
the TV room below decks and the idea of being able to fuck both boys out in the
open really appealed to me. They went
absolutely berserk in Santorini exploring every street and alleyway they could
find. We ate and shopped and in the
evening I took them to an outdoor restaurant; something I don't think either of
them had ever experienced before. Back
aboard Ghost the two of them dragged me downstairs and I fucked Mykola for the second time while he sucked Alek and then we
traded places until both boys had gotten off twice. I couldn't get enough of Mykola's
little hairless dick and his sexy as fuck body had me blowing my load into
Alek's mouth only twenty minutes after my last orgasm. The little guy made the cutest gurgling
sounds when he came and he had a habit of clamping his thighs around my head at
his peak. We spent the next two days in
the sheltered cove of a small island nearby.
Ghost has a shallow draft so I could get her pretty close to shore and
the water only came up to my chest when I hopped off the dive platform at the
stern. The boys attached themselves to
me, one in front and the other clinging onto my back as I waded ashore. The sand was white and fine under our feet
and we built sandcastles and swam naked in the crystal clear water groping and
fondling each other and at night made a bonfire casting their preteen bodies in
an orange glow. The first night we
climbed back aboard Ghost and watched a movie before Alek pulled Mykola and I by the arms to the cabin and into bed. I was treated to watching Alek fuck his
friend kneeling behind him while I laid back into the headboard with my legs
spread and came in the younger boy's mouth.
He didn't spit it out like Alek did though and swallowed it all. The second night we simply stayed on the
beach cooking fish over the fire and found a grassy spot a little ways inland
for an hour. I'd learnt to always pack
lube in my day bag so I was prepared when Mykola
straddled my waist holding himself up with his arms on my raised knees and sank
down onto my cock. Alek stood over me
facing him and pushed his three inches into Mykola's
mouth holding his head and fucked his face while I thrust up into him. I fondled his hard little cock and squashed
his puny balls to his groin roaming my hands up and around his waist and hips
pushing him down onto me flattening his cheeks and reaching as far inside him
as I could. I came hard that night and
flooded his guts in semen until it ran out of him down my cock and into my
trimmed pubes. Alek pushed him off me
onto his back and climbed over into a classic sixty-nine sucking his dick and
humping down into his face at the same time.
They both came with me watching from close by on my side and then we refilled
the fire on the beach and slept under the stars.
We
returned to Odesa and said goodbye to Mykola even
though it wouldn't be the last time I saw him.
Alek stayed with me.
I
began thinking about having to leave and it filled me with dread. I couldn't stay here but I didn't want to
leave him either. I was falling in love
with him and couldn't imagine him not coming with me when I left. I broached the subject with him one night
about two weeks after our trip with Mykola. I sat him down on the couch in the great room
surrounded by the 180 degree view and took his hand.
"You
know I'm going to have to leave at some point don't you?" I asked.
"I can't stay here forever."
He
looked at me with such sad eyes it almost broke my heart. It'd been six weeks since I'd first met him
and nearly four weeks of sleeping next to him every single night and I wondered
if it would've been a kindness if I'd refused him to return that first day and
never seen him again rather than showing him affection and letting him stay.
"I
know..." He said looking down at his
feet. "I will miss you."
I'd been
thinking about his for a few days but really had no idea how to go about
it. "Would you come with me if you
could? Live here with me forever?"
He
looked up uncertain. "Yes." It was said barely about a whisper. "I want to go with you."
"It
might be years before we come back." I
warned him. He'd be leaving his friends,
but he'd also be leaving his old life behind and all that entailed. He wouldn't have to have sex with anyone he
didn't want to.
"I
want to go with you." He repeated.
It
took weeks and a lot of money, not least of which was the `fee' of buying
Alek's future earnings from those that claimed to own it. I met Mykola's
father with Alek at my side and explained what we wanted. We met him three times over the next week or
so and every time I wondered if he knew I was fucking his not-even-ten-year-old
son. Mykola
had spent the previous night with Alek and me as he did so often now, and it'd
been only a couple hours since I'd had my cock in his tight little ass and came
inside him. The required `fee' for releasing
Alek from his prospective earnings amounted to highway robbery but it was easy
to haggle him down to less than half what he'd asked. The next part, the thing we really needed, would
be expensive no matter which way we came at it.
Funnily enough, people like Mykola's father who
did illegal things like selling children for sex knew other people who also did
illegal things; like procuring fake birth certificates and passports. Three months after first meeting him, Alek
and I became father and son sharing the same surname. On a whim we decided his new birthday would
be the day after I'd met him. When he
asked me why I'd not picked the day we met, I grinned at him and winked.
"Because
I want to be able to say I fucked you when you were nine." So I've got a thing for single digits. Sue me.
His
grasp of English and his understanding of the mind of a forty seven year old
lover of young boys had improved exponentially over the last couple
months. He smiled down at me holding
himself up with his hands on the bed either side of my head propped up on a
pillow, his legs bent underneath straddling my hips with his three inch dick
poking at my navel. Mine was squashed up
under his balls as I roamed my hands down his back to his ass and I felt him
lowering his chest to mine bringing his face closer. At first I thought he was moving down to my
chest and nipples on his way to suck my rock hard cock, but I suddenly realized
he was going to kiss me.
The
tip of his small pink tongue came out sliding along his lips wetting them as he
turned his head slightly and then I felt his breath on my face. His lips parted and he lent down touching
them lightly to my own and held there slowly opening his mouth and pressing in
harder. I'm sure I moaned into his mouth
at how soft and delicate they were capturing his upper lip within my own
feeling his warm moist breath on my face.
His kiss was surprisingly sensual and erotic as fuck. We'd had sex at least four or five dozen
times in the three months since I'd walked him to my yacht so I don't know why
I was surprised. I knew he was a very tactile boy and his lips grazed over mine
barely even touching but it soon turned to so much more. My hand came up to comb through his red-blonde
hair pulling him down and I opened my mouth, my head turning into him and my
tongue came forward to brush across his lip.
He jerked back but I held onto him until he relaxed and I did it again
venturing a little further sliding over his front teeth. His taste was sweet and intoxicating and I desperately
needed to be in him as I kissed my boy like a lover does for the very first
time. The tip of his own small tongue ventured
forward and he giggled when it touched mine with his hot steamy breath washing
over me. I felt his smile, his mouth
pressed against my own and my tongue delved in finding his and flicked it
making his eyes widen in surprise.
I
let the pressure off from the back of his head and pulled away touching my
forehead to his looking him in the eyes from only two inches apart. "I need to fuck you Alek. Like this."
He
nodded breathing into my face and licked his lips. I could see it in his dark brown eyes, the
smouldering need to fuck and get off. He
was so hard and his smooth young preteen body felt so good as I stroked both
hands down his back, cupping his cheeks in my palms before moving to the back
of his thighs pulling them wider around my hips.
"Can
you reach the lube Tsutsenya?" I asked.
I'd started calling him that a while ago and it literally means
`puppy'. He smiled but I couldn't see
it, not that I needed to. He liked me
calling him that. I kissed his shoulder
when he leant over to the bedside table to grab the bottle that was always
there and I nuzzled into his throat. I
loved how soft and tender his skin was there and how fucking good he smelt.
He
sat up on me, his proud little boner pointing up over his bare mound to his
navel and his balls pulled up tight into a single round globe flipping the lid
of the lube and squirting it into his hand.
Grinning down at me the whole time he reached behind readying himself
and then I felt his hand wrap around my shaft pulling it up from underneath the
arch of his thighs to lie between the valley of his cheeks. I'm not sure I needed much lube since I was
oozing like a motherfucker already, but his hand curled firmly around my cock
stroking down and back up coating me in a slick film at the same time as he
poured lube onto my navel up to my belly button and smeared it in. He reached out with his other hand to one of
my own and brought it to his erect three inch dick as he rose up onto his knees
and arched his back touching his hole to my straining glans. Mentally drinking in his sexy as fuck preteen
body straddling my waist from his stiff little hairless cock between his legs
to his flat slender stomach and chest I couldn't fathom how I'd nearly passed
him over as not hot enough to linger on for even a brief moment. This newly ten year old boy was not only hot, he was incredibly sensual and loved what we did
together. I put both hands on his hips
where they melded into his thighs with my thumbs pointed inwards digging into
his soft flesh either side of his hairless mound pushing him back feeling the
tight elastic ring of his hole relax and I slipped inside him. He groaned, his eyes
closing as he slowly lowered himself into my lap leaning forward with a hand on
my chest and the other coming off my cock now that it no longer needed to be
held in place. I eased him down the rest
of the way until I was buried to the hilt, my trimmed pubic hair tickling his
balls and slid a hand up his side under his arm bringing him forward. Holding him by the back of his neck I pulled
his mouth down to mine once again and kissed him with his blonde hair falling
around my face like a thousand tiny feathers.
His breath was hot and his lips were wet and soft as his mouth opened
allowing my tongue to graze over them and snake inside feeling his own coming
forward. We breathed into each other's open
mouths and I gently bit his lip kneading his ass with my other hand and planted
my feet on the mattress behind him to slowly push up into him at the same time
as he began rocking back and forth fucking himself on me. His rock hard three inch cock rubbed against
my navel as the sweet taste of his saliva blended with my own aided by his
small pink tongue circling mine. I
closed my lips sucking it into my mouth as I strained upwards sliding in and
out of his slick yielding hole feeling the grip of his muscle on my shaft and
moaned.
No
longer needing to hold his head to kiss him I grabbed both hips in my hands and
began pushing and pulling him back and forth on top of me in time with my
thrusts, fucking him a little harder and faster each time I bottomed out in
him. I understood now why he'd covered
my navel in lube; his rigid little boy cock rubbed against me as he moved
getting himself off at the same time as my cock slid back and forth through the
tight seal of his hole reaching in deep and withdrawing almost fully only to sink
right back in. He let out quiet little
whimpers of pleasure into my mouth every time I pushed all the way into him and
for a boy who'd never kissed anyone like this he was surprisingly very good at
it.
"Vazhche..." He groaned
into my mouth. "Ebat'
mene syl'nishe..." God I loved it when he reverted to his native
tongue and even though I had absolutely no idea what he was saying, his high
pitched voice laced with such sexual need was a huge fucking turn on.
I
did exactly what he'd asked of me even though I hadn't understood a single word
except `Ebat'.
I knew what that meant. I held
him tight around his hips and ass right where they joined his legs knelt down
either side of my waist and pushed him back hard into my groin thrusting up
into him at the same time never once letting his open mouth leave mine pulling
him back up to do it again and again. He
was close. He ground his three inch cock
and balls into my navel humping back and forth fucking himself onto my cock
just as much as I was drilling into his hole.
His panting breath cascading down the side of my face quickened with
needy groans and the short whimpering moans of a horny little preteen boy, and
then he came. He actually bit my lip as
his whole body went rigid and his toes curled, the sudden clamping of his
muscle around me feeling like a rubber band strangling my shaft and his mouth
opened wide against mine. His eyes were
closed tight in ecstasy as he gurgled through his dry preteen climax, his
throbbing little dick spasming between us as I pulled
him up until the head of my cock tugged at his band and slammed him back down,
driving my full six inches all the way inside.
It took little more than thirty seconds of hard full length fucking for
me to flood his guts with hot ropey semen after he came. I lifted my hips and held there pushing him
onto the pulsating cock buried in his ass with his body angled down into me, my
tongue filling his mouth and my own strained voice lost within.
I
don't know what changed that day for him to kiss me like he had, but I suspect for
the first time in his life he felt loved and cared for now that we shared the
same name and that I wasn't going to send him away. Whatever the reason, he was generous with his
kisses seeking them out whenever he could often catching me off guard and
usually they resulted with my mouth around his hard three inches and getting
him off. I didn't always feel the need
to come but I was always happy to oblige him his pleasure. We shared a last night with Mykola on board Ghost and said a tearful goodbye to him and
Odesa for who knew how long. Over the
next couple months he proved to be a fantastic first mate as we made our way
around European cities like Venice and Rome, Cannes, Marseille, Barcelona,
Lisbon, Calais, Rotterdam and Amsterdam and Copenhagen. He soaked up everything there was to know
about maintaining and piloting a yacht like a sponge and I got to see firsthand
how smart he actually was. It was in Calais
that he taught me to recognise the signs a boy gave off to announce his
availability. Olivier wasn't a street
kid who sold himself for money, but he did prove to be extremely easy to
seduce. He was eleven and blonde and I
had my suspicions about him from the first time I talked to him. He was in all likelihood a budding little gay
boy and more than just a little bit effeminate.
But it was the sexy as fuck French accent that did it for me. I couldn't resist.
After
a very enjoyable few days in Calais we sailed south back into the Med and through
the Suez cannel intending to make our way across the Arabian Sea to Asia, but
we got a bit side tracked. I let Alek pilot
Ghost into Ismailia half way through the Suez only taking over for the last
five minutes navigating her into her berth.
He'd become very adept at it and relished every chance he got to take
control both in and out of bed. I had no
particular attraction to Arabian boys but it would've been criminal not to stop
in Egypt to see the pyramids. We ended
up staying three weeks sailing the Nile with our very own personal guide on
board visiting places I'd never even heard of.
His name was Youssef and he was very attentive to all our needs, and at
only thirteen years old his cum was sweet and tasted so fucking good. He was also the first boy who wanted to fuck
me and I let him. It'd been a while but
he went slow enough at first and then he was rabbit
fucking my ass as hard as I'd fucked him.
Of course Alek was right there to receive the fruits of Youssef's labor into his mouth and down his throat. He'd long ago stopped spitting it out and
swallowed it all.
So
that's it. That's how Alek came to live
on board Ghost with me. We spent six
years together and I miss him every day but I'm so proud of him. I enrolled him in an online home-schooling
program and for the last few years he studied so hard earning his masters
ticket and when he turned sixteen he was offered a job as third officer on
board a super yacht. I might have had
something to do with that since I still know a few people in the business and I
have absolutely no doubt he'll make Captain before he's thirty. I've still got Lucas who just turned thirteen
a few months ago and now little eight year old Seb to fill the void that he left behind in my heart. Seb was Alek's
idea. He was on leave so we went back to
the Ukraine last year where he found another boy who needed a shot at a half-decent
life rather than growing up on the streets in a world that wasn't kind to kids
like them. I guess he thought I needed
to replace him but no one could ever do that and I told him so. I love Alek and Lucas and Seb
unconditionally each for their own reasons and none of them could possibly
replace the other.
Speaking
of which, I should go and see what they're up to since it's gotten very quiet
all of a sudden. I left them dive
bombing off the side naked but I'm guessing they've found something far more
interesting to do. We're back in the
Caribbean hidden away in a tiny inlet of a small island, but I can't risk
someone seeing us from another boat if they happened by so I'll bring it
indoors. Lucas' dad will be arriving
tomorrow so he'll be spending a couple weeks with him after nearly two months with
us until we met up again in Mexico on our way down to Brazil. In the meantime Seb
and I will head to the Bahamas for a couple days for his birthday.
That
reminds me. I'll tell you about one of
Alek's online friends and how he wanted us to meet him and his dad in Miami. I really didn't want to put Alek's fake
passport to the test trying to enter the States so instead we agreed to meet up
in Nassau. They arrived a few days
before us and we were treated to some pretty hot views of their hotel room via
skype. I'll tell you about that later
and how it all came about but I've got more important things to do right now,
like a couple horny little nine and thirteen year old boys calling for me to
join them.
When
I'm done I'll pick up where I left off if they haven't sapped me of all my strength
by then. I'll leave it up to you to tell
me which you'd like to hear more about; Thirteen year old Youssef and his five
inch cock on the cusp of puberty with a dozen or so fine wispy hairs and his
sweet cream or, would you prefer more detail about how Alek and I seduced Olivier,
the still hairless eleven year old effeminate budding little gay boy we met in
Calais? Although to be fair, saying we
seduced him would be a bit of an exaggeration. He didn't take much convincing considering he
was only wearing a speedo and a short crop-top t-shirt tied at the waist with
the words `Love Me' in sparkly pink across the front and was very clearly in
need of a good fucking.
Your choice.