Date: Sun, 10 Apr 2016 04:40:12 -0400 From: Ros Williams Subject: Glen's magic syrup, gay, adult-youth GLEN'S MAGIC SYRUP All the standard disclaimers apply. Don't read if it's illegal where you live, don't read if you're not of age, and don't send me hate mail, to be reading this you've already clicked on several links in a page that clearly states what sort of stories it has inside. You're here because you bloody well like this sort of thing. I do welcome feedback and correspondence though. Enjoy. Oh and don't plagiarize my writing. Contact : < ros_williams@aol.com > Glen was currently a very happy eighteen year old. He had just graduated top of his class from highschool, he now owned his own car and was heading to one of the best law schools in the country and he had a job for an extra allowance, to keep busy and to bring him closer to the objective of his greatest passion. He didn't really need the money, his parents were affluent enough for him not to need to work through university but he liked the extra money and the opportunity to be closer to his passion. His part-time job at least for the moment would be one of those van ice cream vendors. He reported in for work, got his ice cream van and travelled to his location. To his pleasure it was a park full of children. He didn't care if he fucked male or female, adults or minors but he loved boys in particular, their tight asses, small hairless bodies and easily deceived premature minds. He may only have been eighteen back then but he really had devoted his so far life to fucking boys and girls, seducing and then fucking them young bitches whether they wanted it or not had become something like an art to him. He had started fucking when he was only eleven and couldn't even cum as of yet, but that is a story for another time. He opened the front trap doors that made the van into a cantina style vehicle and turned on the various machines. The freezer was of course always open but the rest needed attention. When he was prepared he just stood and waited for the schools to end for the day so the objects of his desire could come to his honey trap. And so they started coming but finding the right boy was not easy. It had to meet certain criteria. He didn't fuck just any chubby, ugly child. No he had quite strict criteria and also always he had to be careful for parents and other disturbers of his plans, he had no wish to go to prison. It was near the end of his shift and he was getting all frustrated and grumpy the park was almost empty and what kids were there almost all had parents or friends with them. There were some cuties and he so wanted to fuck a cherry boy butt tonight. "Hello, mister. I want a vanilla cone please." A voice broke him out of his reverie. He looked for the source of the young, melodic voice and saw a ten year old looking boy looking at him smiling. He grinned at the young boy. He had nice bleached blond long hair, a nice petite slim body about him, with lanky legs and a set of pouty lips to kill for. He had to give it his whole charm, the boy was alone, he could not see a parent anywhere or friends, he had to bag this one. His balls ached for boy-cunt. "Hello there sport, sure you want some syrup on it?" He asked with a million dollars grin. "Sure, what you've got?" "What's your name sport?" He redirected the question, before answering that one he wanted a connection established with the young fuck-toy. "Uhmmm...I'm not really supposed to talk to strangers mister..." the boy replied. Glen smiled, "So you can talk to me to get an ice-cream but not to tell me your name? That's not caution, that's rudeness." He said taking the boy by surprise. "Uhh...sorry sir...Its Michael...Michael Tomson." The boy said submissively. "How old are you Mickey?" He asked demandingly. "Almost ten sir." Michael said and broke eye contact. Glen knew he had him. He looked straight at the boy's deep green eyes, "Good, you see you don't have to be rude Mikey, now since we're friends I am willing to give you my extra special, super-secret syrup, but you have to keep it a secret!" He said after he came round and out of the van placing a hand on the boy's shoulder giving it a squeeze. "Uhh...yeah sure! What is it?" Michael said. Glen led the boy to the van's door. "Get in boy, it is not produced here, but I am willing to get you to the factory if you keep it a secret from anyone and everyone, especially your parents!" Glen said giving a gentle shove. Michael hesitated for a moment but got in. "Does it taste nice? Where are we going?" He asked as Glen shut the door, boys were so trusting back then. He closed all the machines and started the engine. He had thirty minutes yet but he didn't care, he wanted to fuck Michael's mouth, body and soul. He drove to an abandoned warehouse he knew relatively near his house and parked. He knew that they would not be heard. He opened the van's door and got a hand round the boy-toy's shoulder. Didn't want him going anywhere other than inside that warehouse. He never went anywhere unprepared and so he had some rope and a piece of cloth with him. He took them making Michael look at him questionably. He kept walking squeezing Michael's shoulder forcing him to walk. The moment the doors were closed behind them he took the boy's hands and bind them behind his back. "Hey!! What are you doing?!" Michael protested. "It is dangerous for you to touch anything inside here so I am forced even if I don't want to, to bind them behind your back for your own safety." He told the gullible little boy. Michael shrugged his shoulders. Glen gave him a shove and they kept walking. Michael was having less and less control over his body and the situation. Just as Glen liked it. They arrived at the centre of the room. Glen took out the blindfold and pressed it up against the boy's eyes. "Hey! What? Why are you blindfolding me?!" Michael protested. "Because stupid, idiot boy it's a secret recipe and you can't know or see how the special syrup is made." Glen said and blind-folded the boy. "But...I don't like the darkness...please!?" Michael pleaded on deaf ears. Glen chuckled evilly, went behind the boy and gave him a kick on the back of his knees making him kneel down on the floor. Michael yelled but before he could say anything Glen was speaking again. "Now boy I will place the syrup's tab on your lips, I want you to lick and suckle on it like a lollipop but never use your teeth! Am I understood?" He told Michael as he unzipped his jeans and whisked out his seven inch by five inch joy and pride. "Okay." Michael said as Glen rubbed the dickhead on the boy's rosy lips. He pressed a hand on the back of the boy's head grabbing hold of Michael's long hair and nape as he brought the boy forward towards his dick. "Come on Mikey suck on that straw." Glen said and Mikey took a hesitant swipe with his tongue. Mikey opening his mouth though also presented Glen with a nice opportunity to shove his dick inside. With a shove of his hips his dickhead pushed past Mikey's lips and inside the warm and very wet orifice. "Yes, boy that's it suck on it!" Glen said as he started to make fucking motions with his hips, fucking Mikey's mouth more and more as he shoved more and more of his mandick inside the boy's mouth. "Oh yeah faggot!! Suck that dick bitch!! Yeah use your fucking tongue you cocksucking whore!" Glen spoke to the boy as he flooded his mouth with his dick, in and out, in and out of the hot almost ten year old mouth. "Gawd you fucking bitch you suck like a pro! Yeah that's it slobber all over my dick!" Mikey was now choking and gagging all over the place as Glen kept hitting the back of his throat with each inward thrust. Then suddenly Glen gripped tightly on the boy's temples with both hands and with one final shove making his balls hit the boy's chin he started cumming straight down the boy's stomach. After the first glob of sperm he eased back out leaving only his dickhead inside the boy so that Mikey could taste the sperm and get used to the taste and idea of it. His legs shuddering from the intense pleasure he emptied inside the boy's gullet and then retreated. He sat down to catch his breath but did not remove the blindfold or the rope from the boy's hands and eyes. Mikey just stood there tears streaking down his dimpled cheeks. "What do you think Mikey? How do you like the special syrup?" Glen asked him as he hugged him tight caressing his cheeks. His hands travelling south down the firm, smooth body. Mikey just stood there stunned for a few seconds. A few seconds too much though. SLAP! The slapping noise of hand against cheek echoed across the vast room. "Answer me boy! And tell me the fucking truth! You liked it didn't you!?" Glen said more forcefully this time. "Y...yes...I did...I liked the taste...please don't hurt me!" "But...why not? You like me hurting you! Otherwise why would come with me or suck my dick or allow me to caress your dicklet and buttocks?" Glen said, his hands now unbuttoning Mikey's jeans. He removed them and then made short work of Mikey's underwear lowering them down to his knees.Mikey gasped audibly when he felt another's hands on his privates and boy-hole. "Wh...what are you doing? Please stop!" Mikey said again to deaf ears. Glen closed his fist around the three inch penis and started rubbing it slowly. A few seconds later he kissed the boy's neck smelling his own cum coming from Mikey's mouth. He was getting hard again. "Are you sure you want me to stop boy?" He asked Mikey jerking him off faster, and pushed a finger inside the virginal cherry-hole. "OUCH!" Mikey yelled as the first knuckle entered him but he also moaned from what was happening to his now erect cocklet. "Oohhh..." "So you do like this don't you faggot?" Glen pressed on. "Y...ess...please..." Mikey stuttered. "Good! I knew you were a faggot little gayboy!" Glen said molesting the smooth boy bits and butthole. He kissed the boy's neck again and grind his dick against the pair-shaped, firm buttocks. Soon the boy shuddered in his dry orgasm panting and sweating. "Like that fagboy?!" Glen asked as he caressed the boy's smooth scrotum and removed his finger from the fuck-hole he'd soon be de-virginising. "Yeeessss..." Mikey said dreamily, but his dream was broken. Glen pushed him forward sprawling him over the floor. With his hands tied behind his back Mikey was pushed forward, his knees opening under his weight, his bum sticking upwards, ripe for the picking. "I'm going to fuck you now boy." Glen announced as he took his position behind the boy and lined up his dick with the fleshy globes and the treasure between them. Mikey understood what was about to happen and started protesting. It only gained him slaps to the back of his head. Glen pushed and pushed until his dickhead penetrated the cherry sphincter. He was in heaven. Tight, warm, wet heaven. Mikey was so incredibly tight indeed, not only being a virgin but Glen had not prepared him for this, no finger fucking, no nothing. He didn't see any reason to loosen up the tightness of Mikey's boy-pussy, they were alone, they could not be heard and the boy was completely helpless and in his mercy. Mikey screamed and yelled and panted and cried but it only added to Glen's pleasure as he cussed and fucked the boy ever deeper and faster. Glen took hold of Mikey's neck with one hand and his hip with the other and started pounding on the boy's cunt. "Ughh...yeah...you fucking faggot whore!! I'm fucking you, you piece of shit! I fucking love your faggot arse-hole!! TAKE IT!! FUCKING TAKE IT FAGGOT!!" Glen groaned at Mikey. He was fucking his living shit out, giving it his all. He hadn't fucked for a month, what with the preparations for coming to university and everything he had not had the time to search for some pussy, girl or boy so this fucking was indeed a good one for Glen's late teenager hormonal needs. His crotch impacted against the smooth skin of Mikey's butt-cheeks filling the room, completing the crescendo of sounds, skin on skin, cries, screams, moans. Glen didn't last for long. Mikey's incredible tight fuck-hole pressing in on his dick like a thousand little fingers soon pushed him over the edge. With a final slam up against the boy's no longer virginal pussy and a slap on the buttocks to see them jiggle he cummed, breeding the boy with his seed. "YEAH FAGGOT I AM FUCKING BREEDING YOUR FAGGOT ARSE!! TAKE IT YOU WHORE!!" He yelled and then collapsed on top of Mikey both panting and sweating. It took a few minutes for him to catch his breath after the intense fucking he had just given the boy. He wore his pants and sat next to Mikey removing the blindfold and rope from his hands. Then he brought Mikey to a deep hug. Mikey hugged him back. Glen chuckled and rubbed his back and shoulders. "You love getting fucked, you love sucking man dick my fag-boy, you are such a good boy, I will be giving you my special syrup for many more times baby." He told the boy. "We...we will do this again?" Mikey asked in a mixture of a voice, mixed fear and hope. He was broken. "Oh yes my boy. Every day this hour you will come, you will get your ice-cream which you will pay and I will give you for free my special syrup." Glen said rubbing Mikey's buttocks and giving the sore hole a final poke. And so it happened. Almost every day for nearly two years Glen fucked Mikey and Mikey sucked him. If he was a good boy he also received a jerking from Glen. After the first week he craved dick, he loved sucking it, he loved losing control as Glen bound his hands behind his back and sometimes blindfolded him. He especially loved losing all control when Glen fucked him or had him bounce on his mandick. A couple months later and a year later he even introduced two of his friends to Glen and throughout those two years Glen brought some select friends to fuck Mikey and his two friends. Always under payment unknowingly to the boys of course. By the time he finished with his degree Glen had fucked no less than twenty boys but all of this are stories for another time. End.