Date: Wed, 27 Jul 2005 04:39:15 -0700 From: Rick Subject: Fucked by a Boy This 10 year old blond kid I used to babysit once talked me into letting him fuck me. He was a little tough guy, and had a great little body, but was just a little too young so I didn't see him in "that way" at first. But once he found out I was gay, he just wouldn't let up until he had my face smooshed against the bed and his dick up my ass! He was also the first to enter me that way, and remains one of my forever favorites... ----------- I had met his Mom at the apartment laundry room soon after I had moved in. She wasn't much older than myself, and immediately started hitting on me, so I let her know I was gay. She said that was ok with her, because her brother was gay, but I shouldn't "go around telling people" in that neighborhood. It did stop her hitting on me, though. When I mentioned I got off work most days at 3, she begged me to "help watch" her son Josh, because she didn't get back until 6 or 7 most nights and he'd just run around wild. She had told me she was on welfare, so I didn't know where she had to go all those days, but I suspected it had to do with crack or meth (she had that look). She offered to pay, plus I felt a little sorry for her son, so I said sure. Josh was ok at first. He was a little small for his age, though, and maybe because of that he compensated by being loud and bossy. The first couple days he increasingly pushed to find my limits, but I really had none because I had no idea how to handle kids like him, so by the end of the first week he acted like he owned the place. He seemed amused that he could push me around, but really I was just trying to avoid confrontation and getting him all riled up, because he always had too much energy which was too exhausting for me. We finally settled into a thing where he could watch what he wanted on TV or come and go when he wanted, as long as he didn't break anything or try to steal from me. I did find out he had spent much of the previous year in some kind of juvenile detention or group home (he wasn't sure which), which may have explained why he seemed overly sexualized for a kid his age. One time we were watching "G.L.O.W." (a female wrestling show) and he started masturbating through his pants. I told him to stop, or at least go to the bathroom, but he just told me "don't look!" and kept going. Another time we were at the video store to rent a couple movies, and he kept urging me to "get some porns" out of the adult section. I told him no way, but in the car on the way back he kept begging and insisting we go back, because he claimed he had seen "lots" of porn already so it was OK. I replied "Oh really, describe one you saw." He then described some pretty graphic sex acts and settings, enough that I really did believe him! I just shook my head, although I was a little alarmed. ----------- Everything really started a few weeks later, though, when Josh knocked on my door after school one day as usual. This time, instead of pushing his way in, he appeared strangely subdued, and was grinning red-faced and a little mischievously. I let him in, but he just kept staring at me, smirking. Something was up -- I acted puzzled and said "what," but he just kept staring. "Why are you looking at me like that?" I asked him again, shutting the door behind him. Josh stared for a few more moments, then asked somewhat incredulously, "Are you gay?!" Hoooo-boy, I thought. His Mom had obviously told him. I exhaled, not sure how to answer in an appropriate manner. "Uhhhh, 'gay' is when an adult man wants to marry another adult man..." I began, but Josh cut me off. "You like looking at guys' dicks and stuff?!" "Um, not really...I mean, sometimes..." I stammered. "Do you like looking at MY dick??" Josh asked, still disbelieving. For one thing I had never SEEN his dick, but didn't want to get into that so I muttered something about liking "big muscle men, not 70-pound boys," as I walked toward the couch and in my best body language tried to indicate I didn't want to talk about it anymore! But Josh just wouldn't let up. "So you like when guys put their dicks in your butt?!?" he continued. "I dunno, some guys do... but I've never done it before, so I really wouldn't know!" I truthfully admitted. "Josh, how about we stop talking about this and watch TV now?" Turning the TV on seemed to distract him at first, but it also started him into a new game. "This one kid at the group home?" Josh explained (he often spoke like a question), "He let other guys do it in his butt? And he LIKED IT." I wasn't about to play into that, so kept flipping through the channels and pretended not to really hear him. "Oh," is all I replied. "He LIKED IT!" Josh repeated, trolling for my response. "Josh, I don't care... how about we stop talking, ok?" "But you said you like when guys do it in your butt, too..." "I didn't say that, I said I haven't DONE it before, so how would I even know if I liked it or not? Anyway, no more talking about this!" "But you WANT guys to do that to you, right?" "I don't know, Josh... just stop, please!! No more." Josh was silent for a few moments while he strangely fidgeted, then he raised his eyebrows and shrugged as if casually offering me a favor. "I'll do it to you if you want, if you just want to see what it feels like..." This was getting way out of hand! "NO. We're going to watch TV now, ok?" Josh looked toward the TV briefly, then flopped down on the couch to watch. But I could see he was still smirking, and every few moments he'd turn back to beg, plead and annoy me some more. "I bet you'd like it, though...It feels REEEEEEEEEALLY good...Come on, just let me do it once, I PROMISE you'll like it!" and on and on. "Stop it!!" I finally nearly screamed. I was exhausted with him, so tried another approach. "How would you know, anyway? You've never done it either!" "Uh-huh, I've done it! That kid at the group home used to let us do it, we pretended he was a girl and it felt GOOOOOOOOOOOOOD!" "Yea, well, I'm not that kid, and I like big muscle guys, not 10 year olds, so STOP ASKING!" He still wasn't deterred. Next he suggested "I'll pretend you're a girl, and you can pretend I'm a big muscle guy, and we'll BOTH like it!" I couldn't get him off the topic! I assumed he was fibbing about "doing it" with the kid in the group home, because at the time I thought a ten year old wasn't even old enough to get an erection! So after a further ten minutes of his repetitive pleading, that gave me an idea -- I'd actually let him go ahead and "do" it, because all I figured he'd do was just press up his flaccid little wang against my pants or something. But then I could say "there, we did it" and he'd finally shut up about the whole thing! So I finally gave in and told him "Fine, I'll let you try it... ONCE." --------------- I almost immediately regretted it. I expected him to break out in giggles and admit he was just kidding, or maybe he wouldn't know what to do so would just clumsily hump my butt while fully clothed, but he knew exactly what he wanted. His eyes grew wide and evil, and in a hushed but urgent and excited tone he told me to go lay down on the bed, and to take off my pants. I thought to myself, "WHOA, take off my pants?!" For some reason that just made things seem more serious. I decided though it might be ok to just take those off, but keep my shirt on, which was long enough to cover things. I was worried about exposing myself inappropriately to a ten year old boy, which I know is odd considering what I had just technically consented to, but that was my thought at the time! I headed toward the bedroom, as Josh stepped into the kitchen. I couldn't figure out why, so I stepped back to watch him as he grabbed a bottle of cooking oil off the stove. My mouth fell open -- he was thinking about lube?! Simultaneously, he realized I was staring at him, and grinned back at me. "I'll need THIS," he explained, holding it up. I suddenly realized he may not have been bluffing about everything. What exactly was he going to do, though? I still didn't think he was old enough to get an erection, so concluded at worst he'd just mimic what he maybe saw some other kids do at the group home, and maybe get his little dinky oiled up then rub it against my shirt and probably get it all over the sheets, too. My face dropped thinking about the hassle of having to wash my sheets that night, which I think Josh interpreted as a sudden showing of fear, because he reached up to pat me on my upper back and reassure me I was going to "like it," and not to worry, it was going to "feel good." He kept his hand on my upper back to guide me the few more steps into the bedroom, then gently launched me toward the bed. "Lay down there -- and take your clothes off," he instructed again, grinning broadly as he sidestepped into the adjacent bathroom. As he disappeared around the doorway, I think I really did feel fear at that point! Fear at what I had gotten myself into, mostly. Without much thought I pulled off my pants and underwear, but did leave my T-shirt on which covered my dick, anyway. I sat down on the bed to wait for whatever was next, as I heard Josh rustling and shuffling around in the bathroom. He left the door open, but I couldn't see in from my angle, so just had to wonder what he was doing from the sounds. After a few moments, Josh leaned around the corner, saw me sitting there with my pants off, and gave me another broad, wicked grin. His pants were still on, but his shirt was halfway off, wrapped around one arm, and his hair was messed up, which he probably noticed me looking at because as he ducked back in the bathroom he announced matter-of-factly, "I'm taking my shirt off so I don't get sweaty." I didn't reply -- I was a little stunned and still not sure what was about to happen, if anything, because it was all new to me! So I just continued to sit there, waiting. There were some more rustling sounds, then he peeked his head around again, still grinning, and I noticed his shirt was now fully off and apparently his pants too, because I could see the bare side of his waist and upper thigh. He told me to lay down on my front, then told me again "Don't worry, you're gonna like this... a LOT!" as he disappeared once again into the bathroom. Suddenly though, I felt shame, and dread, as my body betrayed me. In that moment when he was leaning around the corner, I noticed the shape of his forearm which was raised while he held the side of the doorframe, causing his small but visible bicep to curl up. The curves of both that and his well-formed shoulder just seemed very "masculine," causing a sudden surge of arousal in my deep groin. Not enough to get erect, but I could feel it. I convinced myself my subconscious was just imagining him older (as a "big muscle guy," as Josh would say), so I closed my eyes as I lay on the bed, trying to think of something else so he wouldnt see me with an erection. But my mind was cruel, because then I couldn't get the image of the side of his naked left leg and somewhat muscular, rounded upper thigh out of my head. Except I wasn't entirely sure if I actually saw that, or my subconscious again was filling in the gaps and seeing him "older?" I didn't know, but it felt very primal and I couldn't control my dick as the blood started to fill in. "Ohhhhhhhhh-kayyyyyyyy," Josh shouted from the bathroom in a sing-song voice. "You ready??" I just gulped, my eyes closed, trying to control my embarrassing stiffness. I heard him at the doorway again and peeked back to see he was sticking just his head, upper torso and the side of one leg around the corner again, in the same pose as before, so immediately I turned back and shut my eyes as the arousal started happening again. Why was my body acting like that? He was clearly just a ten year old boy, yet my subconscious insisted on "making" him older. Maybe because he had a hint of musculature and was just very lean all around, which gave him a flat, almost six-pack stomach and the appearance of the start of pecs. I guess that made him seem older, somehow. I was confused by this, yet aroused, and at that moment my primal brain suddenly took over! I lost it and got a full-on erection that fortunately stayed hidden underneath me and under the shirt, so I was a bit relieved but still had to figure out how I'd get up after we were "done," so that he wouldn't see. I looked back again, unable to say anything, as Josh hesitated at the door for a brief second as if thinking "wait -- he's going to see me nude," but then he just walked all-in and all-showing as I literally gasped. Wow, he was definitely... erect... and not only erect, but it was pointing entirely straight up and was so rock-hard it seemed like the whole length was firmly attached to his groin, not even moving or swaying while he walked. I had no idea boys that young could get so hard. No idea! My mouth went completely dry while I focused on this thing that was apparently about to be stuck into me. It wasn't very long, only stretching about half way up to his tight navel, but it was thick -- I mean, in general it was a small boy dick -- but still, the circumsized head just seemed thicker proportionally than what I was used to seeing. And it was a dark red, almost purple, which stood out from the creamy smoothness of the shaft and his whole lower groin, except for the skin on his still-small balls that was more pinkish. I only had a couple seconds to take all that in as he walked in the few steps, sure-footed like a little tough guy, his arms at his sides but held out a little and his chest seemingly puffed up a bit, although I think that was more just the natural posture of his well- proportioned body. Wow, this kid is going to be incredible in about ten more years, was my next thought! Josh was looking down as he knelt onto the bed, but caught me staring when he looked back up, and for just a second had a puzzled look like "why are you looking at THAT?" But that went away and he smirked again as he began some kind of instruction. "Ok, just stay still, I'm gonna get on top of you first... it's gonna feel real good, don't worry." A tiny voice inside me squeaked "No, don't let him! This isn't appropriate!" but my primal self simply squelched it. The thought of another male pressed up against me, enveloping and penetrating me, had me fully aroused. I decided it was ok that my mind was blanking ten year old Josh out and putting in an older male, but as I glanced back again and saw all the contours on his torso and groin, and the masculine potency of his straining erection, I had doubts. Maybe it WAS his body I was aroused by? He didn't have a flat little-boy chest, because there were lines and ridges and tightness and muscles, so I wondered, AM I imagining him as a "big muscle guy?" Or just as a muscle guy? Or muscle kid? Except he wasn't really a muscle kid, either -- just a regular, slightly stocky kid -- so it was all very confusing and a little alarming to me. All of those thoughts occured within the span of only a few more seconds. Josh scooted into place, sitting somewhat on my upper thighs with his knees splayed. He flipped up the back of my shirt, then patted my butt cheek twice and told me to "lift up." I stuck up my butt and pushed up to my elbows, bringing up my knees a little, but with his weight on my legs I couldn't hold that position. Then I remembered the pillow trick and quickly grabbed and bunched up my two bed pillows and stuck them under my groin. Josh just said "Yea," kneeling up as I spread my own legs, then leaning forward a little and resting his hands on my lower back. My primal self was still in complete control at this point, instinctively locking me into place with my ass jutting slightly into the air, waiting to get fucked by this boy! Josh spoke like a doctor about to perform a procedure. "This is gonna feel funny at first, but just let it go in and it'll feel good." I tried to relax my ass as much as possible. I couldn't see behind me now because my face was smooshed into the bed, so I concentrated all of my awareness on the nerves that were back there, waiting to feel his sex organ enter me. I actually felt the warmth as his penis approached, then the odd combination of warmth, smoothness of his cock head, tightness of my sphincter, and wetness of the slippery oil, all in the first touch. Josh started breathing more heavily, pushing his dick firmly against my sphincter as we waited for it to open. It only took a few seconds, then his cock immediately slid in. He said "Oooooh!" and almost giggled, then breathed in, grunted while he adjusted himself to get closer, and exhaled as he got what must have been all of it in, because I could feel his whole groin press up completely. "That feels good, doesn't it?" he almost sighed. Truthfully, I couldn't really feel much except his groin pressed against me, but it was warm, and I was deeply aroused at the thought of a male human being's erection penetrating me and injecting -- whatever it was he'd inject -- into me. It was a very animal feeling, and all I could do was nod my head. "See, I told you!" Josh stated knowingly, as he went immediately into a fucking rhythm that indicated he had definitely done this before. I just wanted to lay there and try to feel his cock, but he kept talking, or more like grunting, as he fucked. "Is it better when I go fast like this?" he asked. I just nodded again as I strained to peek back at his smooth groin and abdominals flexing with each push. Josh saw me peeking at his stomach and laughed. "Are you pretending I'm a big muscle guy?" All I could respond was "mmmm-hmmmm," although I wasn't 100% sure, really. "Yea, I know... I'm pretending you're a girl... with big..." he paused, then giggled, "...boobies!" He thrust a few more times in the kneeling position, then lowered his torso until his whole body was pressed against mine, relaxing there for a few moments with his penis still inside me. "Mmmmmmmmmm... this feels so GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD," he cooed, before instinctively starting up a slow rhythm again, still laying tightly and warmly against my back. My heart was racing. I was being fucked by another male for my first time, and wanted to take it all in, all the different senses, but especially take in all of his cock. I really wanted to feel it inside me, but wasn't sure I could. Josh moved back to the kneeling position for more leverage as his thrusting increased in intensity over the next several minutes, but still all I could really feel was just his groin slapping against my ass, and the shaft rubbing against my sphincter. That rubbing got a little heavier and more irritating, though, as the oil started to dry up or rub off. I suggested he get up to get more, but instead he shifted and tried to pull my hips into his groin more firmly, announcing "No, I'm about to sperm," in a strained voice. Sperm? I didn't know that was a verb, but ok... then I thought, wait a minute, he's not old enough to "sperm," let alone orgasm! Or was he?! I struggled to remember from my own childhood, but I didn't masturbate until I was 13 so I didn't really know. Meanwhile, Josh's rhythm deepened into stronger jabs, then he suddenly bent forward on top of me again, grabbing around my upper stomach in a tight bear hug and pressing his face against my middle back as he did in fact approach orgasm. As his groin began to spasm, he grunted, then it felt like he actually tried to bite me a couple times! He only got a little nibble, though, and after the spasms stopped, he collapsed against my back and began panting heavily. He released his grip on my torso, but still laid on top of me with his dick still in my ass for probably another ten seconds. I looked back at him as he finally pushed back up, smiling contentedly with his eyes half-closed. "I spermed," he said simply, holding down my butt cheeks to pop out his dick which immediately slapped up against his groin, still erect. He slid off the bed and walked toward the bathroom to clean up, and for the first time I saw his ass which was round, small, smooth and muscular. Damn, he was going to have a nice ass when he was older, too! This boy was really incredible... and a great fuck! --------------- END PT 1 (Also check out my other story, "Little Black Boy's Bitch," which has a similar theme).