Date: Sat, 29 Nov 2008 10:46:37 -0800 (PST) From: Agent Orange Subject: Dark Paradise Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is coincidental. This work contains homosexual acts that take place between an adult and a minor. The author does not condone sexual activity with minors. If this is illegal in your area by local, county, province, or national law, please stop reading now and go elsewhere. Author's Note: I do not claim to know the inner workings of football firms. This idea came from watching several fictional movies containing them. If any of the details herein the story are blasphomous, I apologize with full sincerity. Any games mentioned have no factual background. Dark Paradise The sky darkened in forewaring of the storm that was soon to follow. The leaves swayed lazily in the fierce wind. All was eerily quiet. The dogs that hadn't made it inside were crouched by the front doors of their respective owner's houses. The birds stayed hidden in their nests, hunkered down to keep out of the cold blasts that assaulted them. Occasionaly, someone would be seen running from their car to the shelter, warm and inviting, that awaited them. The roar from the stadium was loud enough to overtake the small bouts of thunder being emitted from the sky. The fans stood, or sat, with rapt attention as Manchester United had taken a 3-0 lead over the rival Arsenal. The gunner fans laid in wait for one of their players to break away and score, even though every attempt was beaten. Wayne Rooney controlled the ball, passed it off to the one and only Cristiano Ronaldo, who tapped it back quickly, the shot seemed to hang in the air. The United fans stood, their breath held in anticipation. The groan from the gunner fans was epic. Wayne Rooney had scored his hat trick, and the win was sured... The Red Devil Pub in downtown Manchester was filled to capacity and then still overflowing. The lager was poured gratuitiously as the celebration continued. Everyone seemed to be in high spirits as the biggest win of the century took place only a little bit ago. An exception was made in the second half to end the game early. In only fifty minutes, the mighty United had scored 14 times, the gunners, zero. The pub allowed full familes in attendance tonight, although the minors were still barred from drinking. Several United fight songs could be heard until someone jumped on a table and started in on "Glory, Glory, Man United". Everyone in the place stopped talking and immediatly took up in the song. Elijah sat in the corner with his dad quietly watching everyone being happy. He wished he could feel as happy as they did. Make no mistake, he was ecstatic that the Reds had defeated the smart mouthed gunners, he just wished he had someone to celebrate with. Most of his friends were United fans as well, but there dad's took them all home before comming down to the pub, so he sat with his dad back in the corner drinking soda. His bladder was telling him that it needed to be emptied, and soon. The boy stood and made his way through the long room till he found the door marking the men's loo. When the door closed behind him, Elijah noticed that the place looked clean enough, depsite the somewhat rancid smell. He walked over to the long trough and undid the front of his trousers. As the sound of his relief hit the metal, the door opened again, admitting two men. Their muscles showed through their shirts, and the one looked pretty rough. Elijah turned his head and faced the wall. He wasn't going to be caught looking at any of these men's dicks, even though the thought excited him furiously. His own little willy had started to harden to it's full 3 inches and cut off his flow of piss. The nicer looking man walked to the trough and stood next to the boy, still talking to his friend as he fished out his own member. His blond hair buzzed and his face cleanly shaven. His voice was brusque, yet melodic at the same time. Elijah couldn't help trying to listen, just to catch a bit more of that voice. "Ya know mate, them gunner boys gonna be down in the abbey in a bit. Should be headin' home, but me don't think that's how it's gonna be, ya know? I says we meet 'em there and give them a run for their bees." Elijah heard the friend laugh and reply under his breath, but couldn't make out what he said. Suddenly, he was staring into the most intense coloured eyes he had ever seen. They weren't blue, but they weren't green, more of a mix of them both, almost like teal. The man smiled down at him and offerend his hand, "Ello mate. Charlie Buckner's the name. And 'oo are you?" "E- E-" Elijah stuttered. "Aww, mate, no need to be scared now. It's alrigh, no one's gonna hurt ya." "I'm Elijah Hunnam, sir." The friend of Charlie let out a bark of laughter, "You 'ear 'im? Sir, is it?" Charlie reached back without looking and whapped his friend on the forehead. "You know mate, it might be of interest to you to show a little respect yourself. You always were a dodgy ol' bastard. An' besides, he's just a kid, let him be." He said with a hint of anger, although softening towards the end. The voices echoed off the tiled walls and made everything seem louder than it really was. The flourescent light flickered relentlessly, throwing them into short bouts of darkness. It was during one of the time of darkness that Elijah felt a hand on his shoulder. He knew where it came from, and his erection throbbed painfully. The light didn't seem like it was going to come back on, and Elijah jumped when he heard the soft voice next to his ear. "You know, you might want to put that away before someone gets the wrong idea." Elijah let his head turn as he heard the door open and close yet again, the friend had left, and the two were alone. He reached down and tried to shove his penis back into his pants but it just wouldn't go. It was too hard. He whimpered in pain as the tendons were pulled downward and stretched. "It won't go." "Follow me." Charlie said, taking the boy's hand and leading him into the furthest cubicle. The light had come back on and Elijah noticed that Charlie still had his own willy sticking out of his pants, and it too was erect. It looked huge to the boys eyes, but in all honesty, it was only about 5 1/2 inches, but it was thick. He had it pulled through the whole in his boxers, so he couldn't see anything else, even though he wanted to. Elijah looked up and for the first time saw that the man's nose was bleeding a little and one of his eyes was blackened. He gasped in shock. "Must not be a pretty site. Some of the gunner fans caught us as we were on our way here. We showed them though. Not only is United the best club around, the firm is the toughest in the country." Elijah still stared at Charlie. He'd heard of firms before, and the idea excited him. People fighting over whose club was better. Almost taking the game into extra halves, but off the pitch. The images started burrowing there way his mind. He'd been hit once, a couple of years prior and he remembered it hurt like hell. He didn't know why anyone would do that for the fun of it. But maybe it wasn't fun that drove them to do it. Maybe it was truly about the football. About who had the better club, or more importantly, which club had the most loyal fans. Elijah had heard some years ago about a guy that was caught wearing a Liverpool jersy down in West Ham territory. It was horrible. The Yammers took the guy into an empty alley between two dumpsters, shoved a credit card in his mouth and continued to hit him. By the time someone had inturrupted them, the guys mouth was split at the corners, not to mention the other injuries he'd sustained. The boy pushed those thoughts from his mind and tried to focus on the now. There was an undeniably good looking man standing in front of him with a hard on. Elijah reached out one hand slowly, watching the thin fingers shake as they make contact with the tumescence. It throbbed at his touch and some pre-cum actually shot out. It didn't have much force behind it, but it landed on Elijah's wrist. Charlie shuddered and looked down. The brown hair, cut around his head as if his mum had a bowl to do the job, the sides and bottom were buzzed closer. He'd never liked this style on anyone before, but for the boy, it seemed to work. Charlie had always found younger boys interesting, but never thought he'd have the chance to act on it, at least not without have to hurt the kid in the end to make sure he didn't talk. But here was this boy, Elijah, with his thin hand wrapped around his meat, doing it all on his own. Not prompting needed. He continued looking at the boy's face and was reminded of the main character from the movie "The Good Son". His eyes seemed to reflect whatever colour his shirt was, this couldn't be a coincidence. "He looks like Elijah Wood. Hell, they even have the same first name." Charlile thought to himself. A smile came to his lips as his hips thrust out. Elijah's hand wasn't really big enough to completley wrap around the member, but it was enough to cause Charlie to moan. He'd played with his own willy at night, and had done it for a couple of months now. He decided that's what he was going to do. His hand squeezed a little tighter and began an upward motion, bringing the loose skin with it, then contracting and sliding the loose foreskin off the head. Elijah was amazed at how soft it felt, yet so hard at the same time. His eyes never left the shiny purple head, even as the skin covered it again. He stared, amazed at how the head would grow as the meat pulsed in his head. Not with every heartbeat, but with every surge of pleasure. He liked what he was doing. He was pulled from his thoughts at Charlies voice. "How old are you?" "I'll be 12 next month." Elijah replied with a smile. "And before you ask, no I've never done this before. Well, not to anyone else anyway." His cheeks burned red with embarassment at having admitting to someone that he'd done this to himself. "You sure? You're wonderful at it." Charlie basked in the feelings his body was giving him. None of the women he'd ever been with compared to this. His eyes closed slowly. Thoughts of his mate's little brothers came to his mind. Especially the one's he'd always fancied. He could feel their names on his tongue, and he had to supress the urge to say them aloud. Charlie's eyes snapped open at the feeling of something warm, wet and tight sliding down his tool. He looked down and saw the boy had taken the head into his mouth, and could feel his tongue working some kind of forbidden magic. He suppressed the urge to explode, telling himself it would be much better later. When his eyes refoucused, he saw the boy's arm working furiously on his own hard 3 inches. Charlie could see his thigh muscles tighten as his penis contracted. "Soon," he thought to himself. The only sound that could be heard in the bathroom was deep, fast breathing, and slurping. Spittle was leaking down Elijah's chin and he didn't care that it felt like he drooled. The only thing he cared about was giving this guy the most pleasure he could. His suction increased as his cheeks pressed against his teeth, his tongue continued to work its way around the head, then stopping to rub the bottom. He could feel it getting bigger in his mouth and knew that soon, the man would explode in ecstay. He could feel each pulse fill his mouth. Charlie let out a moan and Elijah pulled back, focusing only on the head. The salty ejaculation caught him off guard, but he swallowed before he could think of anything else to do. As the semen passed down his throat, he had to supress the urge to gag. Jet after jet of the stuff came into his mouth, and he swallowed each one. The taste was rather tangy until the end. When the last of it oozed out onto his tongue, it was rather sweet. That sweetness drove him over his own edge. His legs convulsed as his ass tightned on the seat. Wave after wave of pleasure washed over him. He'd felt nothing like it. When both had come down from their orgasmic highs, they could do nothing but stare at eachother. Finally, Elijah broke the silence. "I need to get back to my dad." "Yeah, I should probably get back to my mates. They'll be missing me." Charlie said while running a hand through the boys hair, feeling him melt into his leg. "Can we do this again?" Elijah asked hopefully. "Probably not mate. But you can think of me later tonight." Charlie said with a smile. He knew he'd probably see the boy around town, but knew that if things continued, they'd become peculiar, and he didn't want that, for him, or for the boy. He hoped if they ever saw each other, they could just look back on this night and remember the good times. Charlie reached back and undid the latch on the door and stepped out. He watched silently as Elijah stuffed his willy into his trousers, then stood. He bent down and gave the boy a kiss on the top of his head. Elijah worked his way back into the booth. His dad was engaged in a deep conversation of hooligans and what a threat they were to society. His dad looked at him and asked, "What do you think son?" "What, Hooligans? They're not all bad, I don't think. No, not all of them."