Date: Mon, 21 May 2018 10:49:34 -0400 From: hello frodo Subject: Gas Station Babysitter # 02 | (gay, adult-youth) This series is just sorta my first haphazard attempt at writing erotica, so please forgive any continuity issues, spelling mistakes, formatting issues, internal contradictions, and/or any other instances of what might generally be called, "bad writing." This particular series details sex between adults and minors, potentially disturbing rape/coercion scenarios, themes of incest, bestiality and other shocking sexual obsessions, including various other rough, sick, and/or kinky fetishes that might need some sort of disclaimer or something. If you read this and you have any questions, suggestions, comments, recommendations, or stories that you'd want to share, feel free to shoot me an email at aweirdquestionaboutweiners@gmail.com I'm generally a pretty horny guy, so I'm always looking for an online friend that wants to chat, jerk off together, share stories, watch porn together... really, anything like that. Just give me an email and we can start a conversation, then see where it goes! Even though the writing is rough and rushed together, I hope everyone will shoot a huge load of cum while reading this. My cock has erupted quite a few times during the writing process! :- P I was frozen in a state of half-disbelief and half-excitement as my mother drove us home from work that night. I had just seen a grown man's willie right before my very own eyes... and it was huge! A wave of powerful mixed emotions swept over me: a thrilling newfound fascination that tickled and prodded me while my mind fought to decide what it was I actually felt. Was it excited, nervous, or guilty? Was it a different feeling entirely? These philosophical questions waltzed around my prepubescent head at hyperspeed... I didn't know what to make of the situation at all. I was pretty quiet during the whole car ride home, only talking in short sentences to acknowledge Mom whenever she said something to me. We were driving down Route 83, the main highway that leads back to our house, when I noticed for the first time how dimly lit everything in this area truly was. There were never enough street lights along the roads and even the most-trafficked highways looked like horror movie sets after the sun set. Mom was smacking her chewing gum loudly and listening to a Bruce Springsteen album. Bruce Springsteen's music has always really annoyed to me, but tonight - it didn't bother me in the slightest. I sat in the passenger seat in my mom's car with my seatbelt firmly buckled over me and thought about me and Raj comparing our weiners right next to eachother again. My young wee-wee sprouted up stiff again and I wanted to grab and squeeze it through my pants so bad. I fought the urge so that Mom wouldn't catch me. I didn't know if she would yell at me, spank me, or maybe even put me on restriction if I got caught playing with myself. Mom wasn't paying attention though, she was just bobbing her head to the music and chewing her gum as loud as ever. When we pulled into our reserved parking space, I jumped out of the car very quickly and sprinted up to the front door. My mom chuckled a little bit and followed slowly behind, climbing up the wooden steps to the front door of our apartment. She unlocked the front door and pushed it open, making some room for me to slip in just as quickly and run to the bathroom. "Colby, before you do anything, you need to take a shower!" I heard Mom's voice reach out to me from the foyer. "I'm doin' it, Mom!" I responded. I was already in the bathroom twisting the lock, preparing to take the quickest shower of my life so I could hurry up, go to bed, and then wake up and spend the day with Rajeesh. I stripped my shirt off and threw it on the bathroom tile, taking a moment to look at myself in the mirror just like I'd done in the gas station bathroom earlier that day. I stripped off my trousers, exposing my smooth, hairless boyish legs. My crotch area was covered by the same pair of Finding Nemo undies that Raj caught me trying to sneak back on earlier, only now they were a little dirtier and slightly more-worn after a full day of weiner excitement. I pulled these down to my ankles and stepped out of them as well, observing myself totally naked in front of the mirror with a lot of questions in my mind. When was my wee-wee actually going to become big like Rajeesh's? Did it take years? Was there a chance that I might not even grow a big one like him? And why did he call it a "cock" instead of a weiner or a penis... that just sounded weird. I silenced my curious head for a second and hopped into the warm shower. I squeezed some 2-in-1 Shampoo and Conditioner into my hand. It was slippery, thick, and mostly white. I rubbed the gooey soap throughout my hair and foamed up the top of my head. I let the soap drip from my hair down onto my face but a little bit got in my eyes. I yelped and then started rubbing them with my balled-up fists under running water. Eventually the stinging stopped and I stopped rubbing, although now it looked like I was crying a little. I washed my chest and made sure to take extra time cleaning my boyish little nipples because they tickled and felt good so much whenever I did it. I cleaned my belly and my bellybutton next. I thought about how my tummy was so much flatter, paler, and smoother than Rajeesh's chubby tummy. His was covered in thick, black furry hair. I thought about what his tummy hair might feel like against my fingers as I started to clean myself even lower. I scrubbed on both sides of my weiner before I started to clean my weiner itself. The second that I started rubbing the soapy rag on my wee-wee, it instantly sprang up again. Even though it was stiffer and appeared bigger than normal, I continued to clean with the soapy rag. "Hnnghff," a sound escaped my lips. Cleaning my weiner like this felt so good. I got carried away, continuing to soap my weiner up for about 5 or 10 minutes after starting. I was interrupted by a knock on the bathroom door. "Colby!" Mom spoke sharply in a voice that clearly meant she was angry or frustrated. "Get the hell out of the bathroom, son! You're up way too late and we've got things to do tomorrow!" I gulped and immediately put a rest to my private play. I rinsed the rest of the soap off and hopped back out, throwing on a red and purple robe that we always kept on the bathroom coathanger. I opened the door and emerged from my steamy, showery sauna even more riled up than I was during the ride home. I skipped down the hallway off to my bedroom and flipped off the lights. I slipped onto my twin mattress and pulled the comforter over me. "Goodnight, baby. I'm gonna shower too, okay? I love you!" I heard my mom's muffled voice call out to me from her bedroom through my closed bedroom door. Lying in bed did nothing to help me sleep. My head was racing and I stared at the ceiling, mostly wanting to discover some fun games or activities that could be played with just weiners. Eventually, my little head somehow drifted off to sleep. Even in my dreams that night, I fantasized about Rajeesh's hairy "cock." In one of them, my little hairless wee-wee married his big hairy thingy and they even kissed and had kids together... it was so funny if you could've seen it! I tossed and turned all night with my mouth open and my weiner stiff, leaving drool marks all across my bed and leaving tiny wet stains in my blanket near my groin. After a night of tossing and turning, I eventually did wake up. Mom woke me up with the loud burst of three knocks on my bedroom door as she flung it open. "Hey, hey, hey-hey-hey; hey, Colby! Wake up baby, hurry up, wake up baby! Change of plans, you gotta get up now!" I woke up feeling groggy at first, but the second I realized that today was the day Rajeesh was babysitting, I hopped out of bed really quick and slipped into some basketball shorts. She gently shoved me on the right shoulder, rushing me off to the direction of the bathroom so that I could brush my teeth. I smiled in the mirror and looked down at my toothbrush. Toothpaste was always such a weird texture to me. I squirted just a tiny bit out and stuck my left pointer finger in the goop. I pulled it away and noticed how sticky it was. Something about sticky white creams like toothpaste and thick shampoo just felt so neat to me. After applying the paste to my toothbrush, I opened up wide and coated the inside of my whole mouth with the minty cream. I scrubbed my little teeth for almost 2 minutes, then rinsed my toothbrush off. Mom was still yelling and making noises in an attempt to rush me, so I tore butt out of the bathroom again towards my room and barged in, grabbing the first shirt that I saw. It was a white "I Love NYC" T-shirt that was way too baggy for me but I didn't really care right then. The shirt was so long that it hung over my shorts and almost looked like a dress. After brushing my teeth and putting on some easy clothes, I rushed into the kitchen for breakfast... and to find out why Mom was suddenly in such a rush this morning. I rounded the corner of the hallway moving into the kitchen and stopped abruptly. I noticed the bald man that Mom knew from work - the guy she had dinner plans with this evening - sitting right there at the family table as Mom fried up the last of some eggs and bacon on the stove. "Why in the heck is he here?" I thought quietly to myself; saying nothing. Mom spun around with a smile, placing a large serving plate of eggs and bacon down on the table and gesturing for me to sit. The bald man licked his lips and made some sort of hungry growling sound which I thought was really weird. I followed Mom's "hand command" and sat down next to him at the table. "Now, Colby, honey," my mother spoke in the matter-of-fact tone that people use with toddlers, "I know you two have kind of met before, but this is Mike." Mike smiled and outstretched his right hand to me like I was going to shake it. I waved shyly and looked back down at the tablemat. "The situation is, well, th-" my mom was interrupted by her bald companion. He smiled in a really corny way and cocked his head slightly, looking at me. "Hey... look, Colby... me and your mom are going to have a lot of fun today. We might go to dinner, to a scary movie, to a zoo, to a skating rink, maybe all of those places!" My mom slightly blushed as he said that, which made him smile and chuckle back a little bit. "Your mom is a really cool woman and I want to have lots of fun with her today. And maybe soon I'll take you out to do a bunch of fun stuff too, Colby." Oh really? Taking me out to do lots of fun stuff, even if I haven't done anything to earn it? Owwwh yeaaaaaa, now I'm listening! Mom began explaining further, "But me and Mike are going to start our fun day a little earlier than we planned to yesterday. I've already called Rajeesh and he's heading over right now to pick you up early. He said he might have some fun stuff for you two to do today, too." I just couldn't control it; my stiffy poked up inside my pants again. "I think that he said he might want to go to the beach, if the weather is nice enough." Wow, the beach. That would be so fun... me and Rajeesh half-naked again splashing around in the water! Mike opened his mouth to add something but was interrupted by the sound of our doorbell ringing twice. I smiled and stood up, "I got it!" and bolted for the front door. When I opened it, I looked up to see Rajeesh's face smiling cheekily at me. He cheerily opened with, "Hi buddy, you ready to have some fun today?" I nodded and whisper-yelled, "Yeah!!!" He got down on one knee and stuck the palm of his hand out to high-five me. I smacked my little hand against his big palm and then he extended his hairy left arm around my torso to pull me in for a half-hug. He tussled my hair and gave me a light noogie. Normally I think noogies are really annoying, but there was something about the way Rajeesh did it that made me feel good. Its almost like I liked my head hurting, as long as Rajeesh was the one there roughhousing with me. I broke free from his hug and rushed back to the kitchen, leading Raj to the table where Mom and Mike sat. "Now, Raj, do you need any more information about how to reach me?" "No, Miss Gwyneth, please. I know how to take care of your son, I promise you." "Oh, I trust you Raj, I just want to make sure that everything's still alright with you." Raj smiled and looked deeply into Mom's eyes, speaking with truth, "Sometimes I think about how great it will be to have a son one day. To play ball, to teach wisdoms, to live life closely with. But I'm very far away from home, I'm unmarried, and I spend most of my life at work. Your son is smarter than the average kid. I'm honored to babysit for you, Ms. Gwyneth." The room filled up with awkward silence until Mike released a giggle. Still laughing, he managed, "I don't think there's ever been a babysitter who gives as much of a fuck as you, guy." Mom laughed too. Even Raj smiled at this. Mom blurted in-between laughs, "Okay... well, just REMEMBER that he isn't actually your REAL son, Raj! Bwahahaha!" Everyone was laughing, even me. I didn't even really know what I was laughing at. I guess the adults were just having boring adult conversation like usual. I tuned out almost everything the three of them said until I heard Mom's voice, " Colby, kiddo, do you have all your stuff?" I didn't really need anything so I just nodded my head. My mom walked over to me and grabbed both of my hands. Leaning over to kiss my forehead, she readjusted my glasses and brushed my soft, light-brown hair over to the side. She planted a smooch smack-dab in the middle of my forehead and told me, "Have a great time, baby." Her attention was quickly redirected to Mike. Rajeesh placed his hand atop my shoulder and turned me around towards my front door. He looked down at me and quietly said, "You ready to go now? Mhm?" I nodded and we both exited my house. Rajeesh was wearing a sleeveless lime green shirt that looked like it was made for construction work. His shirt was tucked into a pair of khaki shorts and a smooth mahogany belt was wrapped around his waist to keep his shorts up. As we started making our way down the apartment's wooden stairset, Rajeesh reached out his hand and grasped mine. We walked hand-in-hand down the staircase and out into my apartment complex's parking lot. We didn't say a word as we moved towards his car with hands intertwined. My heart was beating so fast and I had no idea what to expect of the day. We eventually stumbled on his vehicle, a very newish-looking, red Altima. He let go of my hand for a moment to open the passenger door for me. I considered how polite it was for him to do that. Most'f the time, it seems like only boyfriends hold passenger doors open and only for their girlfriend too. But I didn't care, it felt nice to be treated like a sweet girlfriend instead of a goofy boy for once. When I sat down in the passenger seat and watched Rajeesh walk around to the drivers side, I realized how much my shirt actually looked like a dress. I was a little embarrassed by my poor outfit choice but I really only thought about it for a second. But when Rajeesh opened the door and sat inside right next to me, a strange wide grin spread across his face as his eyes looked me up and down. "Ha ha, buddy, is that a dress you're wearing, or do you just want to be a rapper some day?" I smiled and responded somewhat confidently, "Hey I could be a rapper." Rajeesh crossed his arms and tilted his smiling head back in a display of curiosity. "You think you could be a rapper? Okay then, buddy. Then rap!" I sat still in the silence for a minute. He still hadn't turned on the car and I was fairly certain that we weren't going anywhere until I did a goofy rap for him. " Ahem," I began, nervously tracing my fingers around the frame of my glasses, "Yo, dog, I spit rap! Its fire yo, homeboy! Yo yo, skillet slice home broiled pow!" I was laughing at myself, visibly uncertain of what I was talking about at all. This made Rajeesh bust out laughing and cackle really loudly, but I stayed in character by crossing my arms and doing my best "tough" hip-hop face for him. Rajeesh shook his head and muttered, "No, no, no, hahaha..." and started up his car. Instead of sticking his arm around the passenger seat when he reversed out of his parking spot, he stuck his arm around my back and rested his giant open palm against the side of my torso and hip. This made me jump a little, but I got comfortable pretty quickly. Rajeesh continued on his rap shpiel. "No, no, you see Colby. Rap isn't just about saying yo yo yo. Most rap is just about being a bad boy in every way that you can. That's why its funny to think about you as a rapper... you don't seem like a very bad boy at all!" His eyes were focused on the road as he cruised through my neighborhood, heading back towards the main highway. I didn't respond because I didn't really know what to say. All I know is that the second Rajeesh mentioned me possibly being a bad boy, I became aware of my young little stiffy again. How good it felt to be sitting here in Rajeesh's car, preparing for a fun day, wearing a long shirt that perfectly hides my small kiddy thingy whether its soft or stiff. He turned his car radio on by tapping his volume knob and rap music started playing. "This is that hip-hop shit, Colby! Uhh!" He was bobbing his head all around and grooving to the music. i didn't really like rap that much but I guess its okay or whatever. The lyrics were repetitive and strange; different from most hip-hop music that plays on pop radio. A rough-sounding girl with a deep voice was singing over a grimy and distorted beat, "Daddy Daddy I'm loving your cock / Daddy, I put my lips over your rock / Baby, in my dreams, I taste your cream / I wanna wake up with some Daddy inside me." She repeated this over and over again, several times. I didn't really know what she was talking about but I could tell it was naughty because she used the word "cock" just like Raj himself. Raj started humming quietly and crudely whisper-singing along to the lyrics, "Daddy daddy, love your cock, Daddy put my lips on rock, my dreams I taste cream, I want Daddy inside me." I looked over at him and he was still focused on the road: grooving with his body, dancing to the music, and repeating the lyrics like some sort of mantra. My eyes scrolled down and discovered how visible his hairy chest and torso was, wearing that sleeveless shirt. My eyes continued scrolling down even more, noticing a giant bulge in his khaki shorts (again!) with his right hand resting comfortably on top of it. My forehead started sweating and I began getting nervous again once I saw it. I must've openly stared at his crotch for at least ten minutes, because before i knew it we had already pulled up in his driveway and it was obvious that he'd caught me red-handed staring at his bulge. He unbuckled his seatbelt and opened the driver side door, stepping out of his car and onto the driveway. I unbuckled and stepped out of the passenger's seat after him. I shut the car door, stood on the driveway, and gazed up at Rajeesh's house. It was big... bigger than mine at least. It was two stories tall and had a two-car garage. Rajeesh pressed a button near his wallet which opened up the garage door. He motioned to me with his arms to enter the garage first, making a silly face kinda like he tried too hard to be fancy. I walked past him, into the two-car garage, and up to the door connected to the kitchen. I opened it and stepped inside. All I saw was a washing machine and a dryer in a small hallway. Then I looked to the right and saw the hallway open up to reveal a kitchen. Beyond the kitchen, it looked like there was a living room or something. I could tell a TV was turned-on somewhere inside because I heard that weird electronic buzzing sound. Raj flew through the garage to the interior door quite quickly behind me, still humming the lyrics of that freakin weird rap song he played in the car. I let him walk past me so he could guide me to whatever places or things I'm allowed to mess around with. I followed behind him into a modest kitchen that smelled like strange cooking spices and other weird, unfamiliar scents that surprised me. He lifted me up and sat me down on a barstool (even though I was old and big enough to climb up onto the stool myself.) The way he grabbed me made my long shirt scoot up and reveal my smooth tummy and bellybutton. After setting me down, he looked deep into my eyes and said, "Wow, Colby. You have a really cute belly, buddy!" I was flattered and confused so I started automatically blushing. "Thanks, Raj," I managed to squeak out in acklowledgement. Raj pulled up another barstool and sat right next to me at the bar counter. He lifted up his lime green work shirt a little bit to reveal his tummy just like me. "See?" he said, while pinching his layer of tummy fat, stretching it out just a little. "My tummy isn't nearly as sexy as yours, buddy. Mine's all chubby and covered in hair." I started to panic. I couldn't believe Rajeesh just referred to my tummy as "sexy." Before I could think about it too much, I felt his huge tan, calloused hand find its way up my baggy shirt. He lifted up the fabric to expose my pale 9 year old abdomen again and licked his lips. With my shirt hiked up so high, my basketball shorts were plainly visible. I'd forgotten to slip on new underwear before leaving that morning, so my stiffening little pecker presented itself quite proudly underneath the fabric. I was already sitting on the barstool in a position where my legs were halfway spread open when I heard something unbelievable escape Raj's lips: "You're a fucking slut. I'm your teacher. I teach you now. Is that okay, buddy?" I didn't really know how to react when Rajeesh randomly called me a "slut" and called himself my "teacher." I didn't even really know what he was talking about, though I had a vague idea that it had something to do with playing very naughty games. I nodded my head in response and questioningly asserted, "Sure...?" Rajeesh grinned really wide again and scooped me up with both hands. Now he was carrying me! He carried me from the kitchen into the living room and playfully tossed me down onto the love seat. He sat down on the furniture really close next to me; so close that our thighs were naturally pushing hard against eachother. He reached out his hand, took hold of my chin with two fingers, and turned my face towards him. "Have you ever kissed anyone before?" he asked me in a low and raspy voice. I shook my head no because I hadn't. "Well, I'm going to be your first kiss then, Colby. How does that sound?" He made a goofy face again. I responded with an expression of absolute confusion. "Kissing another boy? Or kissing, an older guy? No, that's gotta be even worse than getting girl cooties." Rajeesh laughed heartily and stretched his right arm around me again. His arm reached around my right shoulder and his hand began softly playing with my thigh, lightly squeezing and releasing it. The pressure and release made me so excited that my baby wee-wee actually began to dribble something sticky and clear. He played with my thigh like this for a few minutes before changing his approach. During one of his light thigh squeezes, his curled-up pointer finger brushed against my tiny dripping hard-on. He grunted very deeply as his finger rubbed against it and I sighed a sensual coo of relief at the exact same time. I looked up into his eyes and he looked back down into mine. Reaching his neck forward, he puckered his lips up and planted a peck on my lips. I protested a little and tried breaking free from his arm wrapped around me, but it was no real use. Besides, I didn't really want to break free anyways... I just didn't know what I wanted. He reeled back from his peck and asked, "So?" I looked down nervously and let my eyes dart about for a few seconds. Then, I looked back up at him. "I don't know. Kissing is weird." He laughed and said matter-of-factly, "Of course kissing is weird at first! Just think about it, what a weird thing to do in the first place. Putting your mouth on somebody else's mouth, and then moving your lips and tongue around? It sounds like a cartoon!" He was right and so I laughed. Kissing did seem super weird, but it wasn't awful or totally unpleasant or anything. I admitted, "Well I guess that kissing wasn't the worst thing in the world. But yeah its weird." Raj reeled me in closer, now holding me tight between his ribs and biceps. I could tell by the way he looked at me that he was feeling bolder now. "Yeah, but you like being the weird kid, don't you?" his lips whispered with a raspy grit as his right hand yanked my t-shirt up to my nipples. His left hand reached the other side of my shirt and started lifting it up, too. Both hands worked together and ripped my shirt off. "You don't even need to wear your dress, do you, Colby?" I gulped and shook my head no. This was a totally new environment to me; I didn't know what to think about spending a second day shirtless in front of Raj. "Good," Raj rasped further, "I'll have you wear your dress when its time for you to be my good little girl." My heart pounded so hard, I thought it might pop out of my chest. Raj was talking to me like I was a girl... or at least, he *kinda* did. Deep down, I wanted to be Raj's girlfriend so bad. He was always super nice and he seemed very strong. Plus, he had so much hair... and his weiner - or, oops, I mean: "cock" - is just always so... I dunno! I bit my lip in anticipation of what Rajeesh might say next. Rajeesh responded to my facial expression, "See?! I knew you were a slut! You even bite your lips like a cute little slut! You're probably the type of kid who already wants to star in a porno. Am I right?" I didn't know what he was talking about. I raised an eyebrow after the word "porno" to indicate that I have absolutely no clue about what he's talking about. He addressed my look of confusion with an attempt at clarity: "Porno? You know, a porn video?" My gaze continued to express a certain look of bewilderment even as he repeated the word over and over, hoping I would recognize what it meant. "Porn? Porno? Pornhub.com? X Videos? Sex videos?" It didn't matter what he called it, I had no idea what it was. His mouth hung agape in surprise. "I have to show you your very first porno then, Colby." He stood up from the love seat, unable to hide the giant tent growing thick in his shorts and moved over towards the bookshelf. He removed his laptop from the shelf and returned to the love seat again - this time, flipping the laptop open as he closely snugged his thighs up next to me. Reaching over the computer in his lap, he extended both hands to my basketball shorts and began fiddling around with them. He started brushing his fingers up against my little hard-on which sometimes made me gasp. He curled his middle finger up and reached under my weiner to play with my young undropped balls. "Oooooh," I let out a sigh of pleasure as he massaged my nuts and played with my body. Apparently, he liked the noises I made, because right after saying "Ooooooh," he yanked my pair of baller shorts down from my waist hard. The perverted smile that spread across his masculine, Indian face indicated that he liked my decision to go commando. He couldn't pull the shorts all the way off because I was sitting down, so he stood up and positioned himself in front of me. He lifted my creamy, 9 year old legs up in the air and gave my shorts another good yank - this time, sliding them all the way off. Now I was completely naked in Rajeesh's home, getting ready to find out what "porn" and all this other weird, new stuff was. Rajeesh asked, "Do you mind if I get naked too?" I nodded my head and so he began to pull his t-shirt over his head. His tan skin all covered in dense and wiry black hairs was so amazing to me. He stripped off the dark brown belt that held his shorts in place and tossed it at me. I didn't know what to do with it so I ljust aughed, shrugged, and tossed it again - this time, onto the floor. Next, he unbuttoned his shorts. A tuft of his black pubic hair began to peek and lightly push against the fly. Rajeesh's huge hand slowly unzipped the shorts until some of his cock became visible to me. He slid these loosened khaki shorts down to his ankles and sat right back down next to me, just as close as before. I couldn't believe my eyes again. Here we were, Me and Raj: both totally naked, sitting so close our thighs rubbed against each other's. Raj sat next to me - his huge black bush surrounding his massive penis (somewhere between 8" and 8.5" hard.) Instead of tiny little kid nuts, Raj also had really large, saggy balls that looked so full that they might overflow. With all of this right before my inexperienced young eyes... well, I just couldn't help it anymore. I cupped my little dick and began to squeeze, rub, and press on it any way that felt good. Raj started to grab on his cock, too. He started pulling at it and stroking it lightly. His thing was so big that I could actually see it grow the more he played with it. My mouth started to water but I didn't know why. Drool slipped out of the corner of my mouth by accident and a small droplet landed on Raj's thigh all pressed against mine. He smiled, scooped my droplet of spit up with his pointer and index finger, and began rubbing it on his cock... rubbing his big thingy and basically using my saliva as lotion. Raj may have been sitting but his thick cock was standing upright; all 8 inches or so throbbing hard and glistening with moisture. "What's that stuff?" I asked, pointing at the fat indian cock he was stroking right next to me. "You mean the clear slimy stuff?" Raj asked, still stroking his cock up and down, intently. "Yeah," I confirmed. "The clear sticky stuff that's leaking out of your, um... pee hole." "Well, Colby, that clear sticky stuff is called pre-cum. As you get older, your whole privates area starts developing more. One of the first new things you'll notice as you grow up is this sticky, clear pre-cum stuff that leaks out of your penis." "Sometimes I leave little wet stains on my underwears and my blankets... and its not pee, I swear!" Rajeesh stroked his huge dark uncut member down to the base and then let go. His hand meandered down to his big hairy balls and he cupped them tightly. He continued explaining, "Hey, maybe you're growing up faster than the average kid, then. I didn't really start noticing pre-cum until I was about 11 or 12 years old. I didn't actually start real cumming until I was 13." Rajeesh's cock wasn't covered in dribbles and drips of pre-cum anymore. There was so much pre-cum oozing out his hard, pulsating, adult cock that he was practically drenched. You could *almost* see the clear, sticky moisture rising from out of my weiner too, but only a very small amount. Rajeesh started opening his computer so he could show me porn for the first time. I was pretty interested and becoming increasingly horny, but right as the search engine loaded we both noticed a crashing noise coming from the garage, followed by a grunt of frustration and heavy footsteps. Rajeesh stood up quickly in a panic, grabbed my arm and forcefully yanked me down another hallway, up a flight of stairs, and into a bedroom. "Don't move a muscle," he whispered in my ear before he turned and left the room. Now I was all alone. Still naked, still horny, still confused, and all alone. I heard Rajeesh's feet pitter patter down the stairs towards the living room where we'd just been playing with ourselves. Simultaneously, I heard the interior garage door open and an unfamiliar voice call out, "Rajeesh! Rajeesh, are you here?" The voice sounded like it belonged to an older man, perhaps someone around my grandpa's age. "Yes, I'm here. Its no problem!" Rajeesh shouted in response to the mysterious voice. "I'm babysitting for my coworker tonight so please don't bother us." The voice that sounded like an older man said nothing in return. He just cackled; a full, bright laugh. I think I heard Rajeesh giggling quietly with him but I'm not really sure. After three or four minutes of silence, the sound of footsteps trotting upstairs greeted my ears. The bedroom door opened slowly. and Rajeesh inched his way inside - still completely naked, only this time equipped with a laptop. He pushed me back, forcing me to sit down on the bed. He sat very close next to me again and started stroking his huge thing. I rubbed and pushed on mine as I watched him go. He sat his laptop down on the floor in front of us and tilted the screen up. He went to a search engine, typed something in, and pulled up a video like I'd never seen before. In the video, there was a young woman who looked kinda like the type of girl you'd expect to be a camp counselor. She was wearing mostly see-through clothes and you could basically see all her private parts. All of the sudden, a few men approach the woman and bend her over. I was so shocked and surprised at the type of stuff they started doing with her. Their cocks were as big as Raj's, maybe even bigger, and they were shoving them in the girls mouth back and forth, making her choke and gag. Rajeesh was stroking furiously now at this point. I noticed that his big, droopy balls were starting to tighten up more, which I thought looked kind of cute (even though that might sound weird.) These guys would take turns using the girls mouth until they were done. It was so surprising to see a beautiful lady like the girl in this movie who's actually able to fit a man's whole big cock into her mouth. I squeezed my whole little kiddie package as tight as I could. It felt really good. In the next part of the video, the girl finished up with all of the cocks in her mouth and laid down on a coffee table. She spread her legs open really wide and you could see her whole lu-lu. The only time I'd really seen a girl's privates like this was the one time that I walked in on my mom using the bathroom. Once the girl's legs were spread open perfectly wide, a random guy would approach her and start forcing his thingy inside her lu-lu hole. My cock was rock hard and Rajeesh took notice of it. He propped his arm up behind me and leaned his head down against my chest. I should've been more surprised than I was when he stuck out his tongue and ran it across my chest. His hot breath against my hairless kid body felt amazing. His tongue gradually worked its way to my pink, 9-year-old nipples, sending tingly waves of pleasure through me. He bit down softly on one of my nipples that he was playing with which made me cry out, "Ynngh!" He moved his mouth just a little below my chest area and instead began to squeeze, flick, and play with my nipple using his fingers. It felt so good but hurt so bad at the same time. I felt a surge of energy bumrush me every time he pinched and squeezed my little boyish titties. His mouth migrated down to my stomach, eventually migrating even further down my torso - all the way down until he almost tasted my weiner. At that time, he backed away for a second and asked me a serious question. "Colby, do you want me to suck on your wee-wee like the girl in this movie does? I promise that it will feel so, so good." Yeah, I didn't know much about what I was doing in that moment, but I knew I wanted it. I nodded and Raj's head moved right above my crotch. The first thing that I felt was his scratchy beard rubbing against my stomach and groin as he positioned himself. It felt like I was wearing cactus underwear or something! He extended his tongue out firmly and ran it along my prepubescent scrotum. "Mmm, so soft." I heard him mumble as clearly as he could with a busy mouth. Rajeesh's facial scruff was rubbing and scraping against my penis. I couldn't tell if it tickled or hurt, but I know I didn't want it to stop. Raj's mouth moved over to my weiner itself next. He engulfed my 2" or so hard-on - a feeling of pleasure so intense that I stretched backwards and moaned an extremely long, "UHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH." Raj fixed each of his hands on either side of my hips, then grasped tightly. His mouth was completely covering my wee-wee as his tongue rubbed on, sucked on, played with, and licked my sensitive young shaft. He continuously gripped my hips even tighter, forcing my hips to stroke more deeply and closer into his mouth. The feeling was so intense that I started to flail around a little bit. I felt this sensation like I might have to go pee soon. I couldn't help squirming, kicking, and writhing with overwhelming pleasure from within his firm grip. I knew I was going to pee soon, the pee was coming. I warned Raj: "I'm going to pee! Please, please stop!!!" Raj giggled with a mouthful of my privates. He was sucking and pressing his tongue against my little shaft harder and harder. I couldn't help it, I was going to have to pee. I felt like I was climbing upwards on a rollercoaster ride... and I knew that, eventually, that ride would make a steep drop. I was right at the precipice of this weird feeling. I yelled, "Guhhhhhh! Raj! Rajeesh! Raj, Raj, stop!" as I reached the peak of this feeling. I tried to back my hips up and force my thingy out of his mouth but it was no use. He was way stronger than me. My little pink butthole clenched up and my little nuts twitched a bit. God, it felt so good in this very moment... then the moment ended. My nuts still tingled with pleasure, but they stopped twitching. My butt stopped clenching involuntarily and suddenly felt more open and relaxed. Rajeesh knew that I just reached climax for the first time so he took it easy on my sensitive junk. I was in shock about what just happened, but before I could even take a second to think and breathe.... "Good, my work's done. Now you have to suck me." My eyes got real wide. I knew I couldn't fit it even if I tried. Raj could tell I was nervous and so he gently grabbed my hand, asking, "Would you like to just try feeling it first?" I nodded my head and let him guide my hand to the base of his thick penis. My hand was too small to fit all the way around it. He taught me that the best way to play with big cocks like his was to lightly grip around it and then move my hand up and down. "Now, this technique that I'm teaching you," Raj instructed, "is called 'stroking.' So keep stroking my big cock like I taught you, okay buddy?" I nodded and kept stroking him the way I was taught. All of the sudden there was a knock on the bedroom door. Rajeesh quickly shouted, "Need a moment!" in a panic. The doorknob turned and the lock popped open anyways. The door began creaking open, revealing the smutty scene to two figures there in the hallway of Raj's home. The door creaked open, revealing two additional Indian men peering into the room from the hallway. One of the men was middle-aged, probably in his mid-40's or so. He wore a short, standard businessman's haircut and a very plain black suit with a black tie. The other man with him was significantly older, likely in his mid-70's, and he wore a pair of loose old grey sweatpants - littered with small holes and coffee stains - and no shirt at all. Rajeesh cried out something in Hindi that made him sound frustrated and annoyed, and the two men calmly and casually responded back in Hindi as well. The two men began to make their way into the room with us. This made me feel especially nervous. The eldest of the two strangers closed the door behind him; then both men approached the bed where Raj and I sat naked. After one more brief conversation amongst the men in Hindi, Rajeesh looked back to me and explained, "These are two members of my family. This man," he said, pointing towards the younger man, "is my cousin. His name is Kamir and he works as a biomedical engineer." Looking now towards the older man, Raj finished, "The old gentleman there is my great-uncle, Ahmet. He used to write books when he was younger but now he just sits around the house all day, eating food and watching porn. Both of these guys live in this house with me. They like to have fun too, you know, so... keep that in mind!" The old man, Ahmet, pulled a flask out from his raggedy sweatpants pocket. He took a deep swig and stared deeply into my eyes with a mad, drunken look in his eyes that made me feel very uncomfortable. The middle-aged man in the suit, Kamir, had both hands dug deep into his pockets - but his hands moved rhythmically and suspiciously inside his pockets, which made me think he might've been playing with his cock. Rajeesh, of course, was still totally naked and rock hard, waiting for my young mouth to reciprocate the favor that he'd just done for me. "Why not just rape him?" slurred the old man drunkenly. "Why are ya takin' him out on a date before cuttin' to the good stuffs?" "Yeah," Kamir joined in. "Honestly, if you want to transform him into a real boyslut, you've got to cut loose and let him learn how to deal with the hard stuff." I gulped out of fear and nervousness as my cock twitched in pleasure at the idea of seeing three adult men's weiners at one time. "I know the kid's mom," Raj confessed. "If I raped the kid for real, the crime would be traced back to me in a heartbeat. You think I don't want to rape him? The kid is so cute and innocent that i can't believe he's actually here letting me suck him right now. You think I don't want to make this kid take my cock as deeply as possible?" They all sort of mumbled in agreement and stood around me silently for a minute. Everything was on pause and I wasn't sure what direction things were about to move into. Kamir interjected politely, "Be right back, everyone," and stepped out of the room. Things still remained pretty quiet for the time being. After 8 or 9 minutes had passed, Kamir returned to the bedroom with his hands behind his back. He instructed me to close my eyes - an order that I followed hesitantly. I could hear and feel Kamir moving towards me. Suddenly, I felt him grip one of my wrists violently and shove it behind my back. He did the same to the other hand and then he tightened something tight around both of my wrists. "Open your eyes," said Ahmet in a playful, sing-song voice. My hands were zip-tied behind my back and I was still stark naked in the middle of this strange bedroom. I began to freak out and hyperventilate a little, so Raj calmly ran his fingers through my hair to calm me down. He whispered into my ear, "I'm so sorry, Colby. We're going to have to rape you. That's the only way that we can really make you into the perfect slutboy that we need. I can't waste my time teaching you how to do everything here, Colby. But I promise that the pain will go away and you'll start to like it before too long, okay?" I couldn't help but start crying now. I was going to be abused and hurt really badly by strange Indian men that I barely knew. I should've never gone to Rajeesh's house in the first place. Why couldn't I have made up an excuse that might let me stay home? Why did I have to be so obsessed with Raj's huge Indian penis and thick, fat balls? Now I was going to get raped here and nobody would be able to stop it. Rajeesh started stroking his big cock again. I guess he actually gets excited at the thought of him and his family raping an innocent boy like me, for no reason. Kamir unzipped his suit pants and pulled his cock out through the fly. He wasn't hard yet but I noticed that his penis skin was cut, just like mine. Kamir gently rubbed a few of his fingers along the shaft of his cock, allowing them to meander down and play with his balls and the area underneath his balls, too. I was definitely scared of whatever might happen next, but I also was somewhat intrigued by the way Kamir played with his balls and cock through the fly of his pants. All of the professional clothing remained on his body but his adult cock was free to be touched and played with. At the same time, Ahmet began to prepare himself for boy-service. Ahmet simply dropped his baggy grey sweatpants down to the ground, showing off his hot pink boxer briefs. The bulge in the old man's briefs shocked me because it looked even bigger than Raj's, at first. The suspense didn't last much longer; the old man shortly thereafter dropped the hot pink briefs to his ankles as well, revealing a cock that was bigger than anything I'd ever imagined before. When Ahmet noticed the look of disbelief on my face, he clarified, "I know, I know. Its 9 and a half inches." The zipties were starting to hurt my wrists and so I asked Raj if he could get them off. The middle-aged man Kamir was upset by this request and approached me sternly while I sat on the bed. He walked up to the edge of the bed and stood with his flaccid cock, crudely poking out from his dress pants, right there at face-level with me. He grabbed the base of his soft weiner and slapped the thing against my cheek. "Ow," I groaned. Kamir reached into his pocket and pulled out a vial of medications. He opened the vial, removed five pills, and offered them up to me with an outstretched hand. "Hey kid, I don't want to slap you in the face with my cock anymore. I don't want to have to tie you up, or punch you in the face, or spit on you, or make raping you last hours. I don't wanna make you cry or make you sad, nothing like that, okay?" I nodded with tears welling up in my eyes. Please God just let this babysitting session finish soon. "Okay, that's a good boy. You're so cute when you're tearing up, kiddo. You know that?" For some reason, his statement struck me as "so stupid, its funny" and I let go of a small laugh, even in this very tense moment. He smiled back, adding, "It's always so much better to see a cute little slut like you in a good mood. I love you, Slut Boy." "...Mhm," I offered him a slight acknowledgement. "I love you Slut Boy," Kamir repeated, "Do you love me?" "Yes," I lied. "Say 'Yes, I love you, Daddy,' okay? Say it now." "Yes, I love you Dad-" Kamir's hand struck my face incredibly hard which made me cry like a baby. Ahmet started laughing at me, pointing and teasing, "Hahahahaha, kid! You've got a red mark all the way across your face now. Bahahahahaha, holy shit! Damn Kamir, you're gonna send this kid to the emergency room!" Kamir began finishing his original request. "If you take all five of these pills right now, you won't have any problem dealing with all the sex stuff and painful training that we're going to put you through today. You're going to learn - today - either way, so would you like to try these pills to make things easier?" I nodded my head solemnly. I'd never actually taken a real pill before, only easy-to-eat nutrients like vitamins and minerals. Raj started stroking even faster now. I could tell he was getting excited to see a young kid like me being corrupted by the forces of unprescribed medication and forcible rape. He momentarily paused from his rigorous fapping and reached over to grab a water bottle off of a nearby desk. He handed the bottle to me as Kamir dumped the medications into my palm. I quickly popped the pills into my mouth without thinking and drank them down with the water. "These pills are called Xanax. They're an anti-anxiety medicine," Kamir explained to me. "These pills will make you a little wonky, or goofy, and plus - come tomorrow, you might not remember much about tonight. You'll still be awake and conscious, though, okay? You'll just be a little high, buddy." He patted my head lovingly. "Would all you fellas like a seat on the bed while we wait for Colby's medication to kick in?" Raj suggested. The other two men appeared to agree, immediately making their way onto the bed to sit down. Kamir informed the group that Colby's pills probably wouldn't take effect for another 30 or 45 minutes. "Why don't we just watch a little rough porn to get in the spirit, then?" the old man Ahmet recommended. "Great idea," responded Raj, quickly returning to his laptop to search for videos featuring either incest, rough gangbangs, or rape - the three major kinks/fetishes of the three men - Rajeesh, Kamir, and Ahmet - respectively. Raj was definitely more of an "incest porn type-of guy." Raj wasn't only sexually interested in younger boys. He was also interested in young girls in their teens or their 20's, most of whom were more-than-willing to submit to his thick 8 inch member and call him daddy. Most of these young girls have "daddy issues" that they still need to work out, but Raj could never think of anything hotter than sexually taking advantage of confused and insecure cutie pies. The "rough gangbang" sort of thing was much more up Kamir's alley. Kamir was married but his busy work schedule made for difficult at-home living. He was away from his wife for such long periods of time that he began to feel nothing but loneliness. After being sent away on a business trip to Manhattan for six months during the autumn of 2006, Kamir discovered his first glory hole. He had just been out drinking at some random bar, the closest one to his hotel, when he headed for the bathroom to take a piss. There were no urinals in the men's room there so he made off towards a stall. Once inside, he spotted the big hole cut out from the middle of the stall wall. He observed it for a minute or two as he took a leak. And suddenly right then, even before he was finished shaking it, the tip of a cock began to peek through into his stall from the other side. He sucked the anonymous cock until the stranger came, just to satisfy his curiosity. He made sure to stick his own cock through as well, once he was finished draining the stranger's weiner. The stranger returned the favor by letting Kamir stretch and fill his butt. After this experience, Kamir started visiting this bar every night, a place where he accumulated a great number of perverted friends who all enjoyed group fun like gangbanging, sharing cum loads, and swinging. But when it comes down to the "rape" fetish, or being forced, or stuff like that: Ahmet is the big pervert on campus. As a young man, Ahmet's big 9.5" cock made him very popular among the ladies and girls who had the pleasure of being stretched by his huge, throbbing meat. Ahmet was the only Indian-American student that attended his high school out in northern Kentucky during the late 60's, when the free love hippie craze began to catch on all across America. Women weren't interested in boring monogamies, but instead they wanted to meet interesting sexual partners of different backgrounds. They pursued him with the hopes of finally "trying" an Indian guy, but little did they know: his sex style *was* very different from what they were used to, his rough fuckings actually *could* leave innocent girls sore, bruised and hurt, and - yes - his cock actually *was* that big. As he grew older, he grew more cynical and pessimistic than he'd been as a younger man. He began fucking girls hard and painfully in order to get out his aggression at first. Then, he started sneaking a few women GHBs during bar nights and raping the unconscious babes that way. Eventually, as he reached his 50's and received a seemingly-fatal indication of Stage 3 cancer, he stepped his game up and began actively hanging out in alleyways and shopping malls waiting for a woman who he could easily rape and discard. Even though the three relatives had different primary sexual fetishes, they could always agree to watching Japanese bukkake videos. All three men were now sitting on the bed. I was between Raj and Kamir, and Ahmet was next to Kamir. Raj queued up a video of a teenage Japanese girl in some kind of hospital taking endless loads of thick, hot cum to their face from strangers. Kamir's cock finally started stiffening up to a fuller size. It looked about 6" or 6.5" long when hard. He jerked his cock up and down a lot faster than Raj liked to. Ahmet was stroking very slowly and lazily, only half-focused on the video that was playing. He was much more concerned with using and abusing the gay virgin kid that his grandson Kamir just drugged a few minutes ago. All they had to do was wait thirty or so more minutes. Then the boy would be drugged out of his mind, easy to manipulate, and totally ready for his impending assault by three large Indian johns who didn't really give a damn. This young, boyish sex kitten was going to be forced to play whether he liked it or not.