From: an166744@anon.penet.fi
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Date: Sun,  5 Feb 1995 03:08:19 UTC
Subject: HOCKEY NIGHT (m/b, b/b)

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(man/boy, consentual)


"My boy is gonna play in the big league. My boy is gonna turn some heads."
     - Tom Cochrane



HOCKEY NIGHT      by DEBONAIR
PART 1.  'Timmy's secret revealed.'

   Jeff watched the players fly on the ice. The game was tied 3 to 3
when in the final seconds, one of the boys scored to win the game. He
jumped like all the kids on the bench.

"Nice goal Timmy!" he shouted.

   Jeff really enjoyed seeing his work contribute to the team's success.
He was only the assistant of the coach but nonetheless, he had helped
trained these pee-wees as much as coach McGregor. Even though his job
was to take care of the boys' equipment, he often showed the bunch of
twelve-year-olds how to pass the puck around, skate backwards and give
an effective body check.

   It was sorta like giving back to the community what he'd been given
when he was a kid growing up and playing hockey. He had woken up one
day on his 24th birthday and decided to offer his time. It turned out
the Blazers needed an assistant and the tykes adopted him in no time.

   The boys trotted to the locker. All of them looking like gladiators
from the body protection required by the manly game. He gave each one
a friendly slap on the back and joined them for the coach's speech.

   Soon after, the small room was filled with the gigglings and chatters of
the boys while they undressed. Their soprano voices echoed in the locker
as they talked about the exhilarating plays they had accomplished.

   Jeff scanned the room looking for someone who needed help taking off
his skates or removing his shoulder pads. It was always the same frantic
scene after the game. The boys feverishly removing their equipment,
pushing each other around, because the last one in the shower was a
rotten egg of course.

   He had never really given any attention to the fact he could see all
the lads in their bare beauty. He was no homo after all. Sure he had
gotten a few occasional boners looking at the perfect bodies of these
young athletes but he didn't think much of it.

   That friday night was different. The musky smell of the kids caught
in between childhood and puberty was getting to him. He helped a couple
of twelve-year-olds out of their protection and actually thought they
were...cute. A conclusion he shook away from his head.

   Seconds later though, Jeff found himself staring at the pre-teens
removing their cups and slipping out of their long-johns. His cock was
now straining to get out of his jeans, making an embarassing bulge. The
twenty boys ran to the shower, towel in hand, and he glanced at their
round rear ends.

   Some of them still had the remnants of a summer tan and the contrast
with the whiteness of their buttocks made him shiver. Trying to look
busy, he watched them wash up from a distance.

   Like toddlers, they laughed and splashed themselves. All in all, they
were having a jolly good time. Their soapy bodies were glistening.
Jeff couldn't help but stare at the flailing hairless genitals. The kids'
penises were of all shapes and forms. A circumcised one here, a long
slim one there.

   He wasn't the only voyeur. Coach Mcgregor was also persistently
looking in that direction, definitly enjoying what he was seeing.

   All that white firm flesh was making Jeff nervous. He looked away and
thought of dead kittens until all the children were out of
the shower room and dressed.


                                -==-


   Timmy put back on his earring and approached Jeff, his hair still damp.

"My mom says I have to stay with you for the weekend again..."

"Guess it's you and me buddy." Jeff responded putting his arm around his
shoulder.

   The man was accustomed to babysitting Timmy by now. He felt it was
part of the job. His mother had shown up after a practice one day and asked
him if he could take care of her son because she worked nights during the
weekend. It hadn't taken long for Jeff to figure out that she was a whore.
Little did he know that her son was too. He had accepted the offer right
away since the 50$ was of great help.

   Timmy waved to his best friend Steve and followed Jeff to his old
Honda with his big hockey bag on his shoulder. Jeff noticed he was
wearing the same clothes as usual. His torn black sweat pants, dirty
running shoes and Megadeth t-shirt. Let's not forget the baseball cap
worn backwards. He thought about asking him about it but realized it was
because he was poor.

   Jeff paid for the boy's meal at McDonald's and they drove off to his
place.


                                -==-


   Over the weeks, both males had gotten close. Timmy confided all his
problems to Jeff like he was his big brother. The young man had done his
best to reassure the boy about life's obstacles. He sure wasn't prepared
for what was to happen as the evening unfolded.

   They sat on the couch and watched tv like they always did on friday
nights. Suddenly, Timmy squirmed next to the man.

"You know Jeff... I think I won't be playing the rest of the season..."

"What? You can't quit now... you're the best forward on the team.." he
snapped.

"But I don't have any money to pay for the second half of the
season and my mom won't give it to me..."

   As the boy explained the situation, almost crying, Jeff looked at his
handsome face concentrating on the deep blue eyes.

"We'll find a way."

"You're gonna pay?" said the brown-haired boy.

"No. I don't believe in giving money... maybe you can work for me?.. do
a little housework.... I'll pay you 10 bucks an hour." Jeff smiled.

   The boy bowed his head and sighed. It wasn't a good solution, he
needed 150$....quick. "I can get twice as much for a blow job" he
thought out loud. He didn't realize his lips had spoken until Jeff jumped
on the couch and stared at him with bulging eyes.

"What did ya say?" asked the man.

"I said I CAN GET TWICE AS MUCH FOR A BLOW JOB... THERE!"

   Jeff frowned. Just when he thought he knew the boy, *BANG* something
new comes up.

"You do tricks for money?" he asked.

"Yup. How do you think I paid for the first half of the season? It's ok,
me and Steve, we've been fucking each other ever since we were nine...but
he doesn't need to sell his ass like me..."

   All of sudden, Jeff saw Timmy in a new light. He wasn't a little
innocent boy anymore but more a young boy hunk for sale. He probably
does lotsa business he said to himself. He was quite a looker. His brown
hair was silky and shaved at the back. His pretty young face didn't have
a flaw and his body was firm and smooth, still with boyish features but
at the same time showing signs of muscular development.

"You do everything?" asked Jeff.

"Yup...even get fucked up the ass!... do you wanna try me? I could use
the 50 bucks my mother gives you..."

   Images of strange men mounting his little friend popped in Jeff's
mind. It had been a while since he had sex with somebody and the thought
of doing the twelve-year-old aroused him fiercely.

"I dunno Timmy... you're awful young and..."

"What is it? You don't like my ass?" snapped Timmy.

   Swiftly, the boy turned around and pulled down his sweat pants exposing
his butt. Jeff contemplated the sexy red underwear. The firm mounds of
the boy's buttocks were hugged tight by the thin fabric. Perfect bottom
for a sound spanking.

"Don't be a tease Timmy! I've seen your behind in the shower a hundred
times anyway..."

   Jeff kept telling himself he was not a fag but the willing boy was too
much for him. He grabbed his slender waist and hauled his body over him.

"Just this once!" he said.

He tickled the boy and made him promise not to tell anyone about it.

   Timmy smiled anticipating gleefully the warm intimacy. He was horny
too. Jeff wasn't that bad looking. He had blond hair like he liked and a
slim tall frame not unlike his own body. The adult man kissed him on the
cheek and he blushed. This wasn't the same sex for cash kinda deal.
It felt strange and good.

   Jeff nibbled the boy's earring and fondled his tiny hard nipples
under his T-shirt which he slowly removed off of him to reveal his
smooth chest. The twelve-year-old was obviously enjoying this. His
boydick was making a tent in his cotton sweat pants.

   The man stood up and continued undressing his partner. Removing each
white sock and massaging the little toes, sliding the sweat pants along
his skinny white legs and finally taking off the skimpy red undies to
free the boy's hairless dick.

   Immediately, he lowered his head between the child's thighs and began
sucking his scrotum. Timmy spread his legs and watched his cock grow from the
luscious stimulation. Jeff took each ball in his mouth before moving on
to his uncircumcised prick. He pushed the skin back and flickered
his tongue around the pink knob. Jeff had not played with uncut dicks in
ten years and he found it exciting like crazy. Especially since he was
eating a forbidden fruit.

   Timmy moaned as his older friend parted his lips to engulf all of his
three inch boner. Usually his clients didn't do this but he was not gonna
tell Jeff. He stared at his crotch, mesmerized by the movement of Jeff's
mouth on his young erection. The man was bobbing his head up and down on
his shaft like it was the most natural thing for a straight guy to do.

   Jeff released the boy's pecker and slid his tongue down below his
balls until he reached the crack of his butt. TImmy pulled his
legs to his torso, holding them below the knees. Great! He's gonna
rim me too! he said to himself. Only his best friend Steve had been
courageous enough to do it to him.

   He closed his eyes and felt the wet probe slicking up the area
around his butthole. The slimy tongue tickled his hairless asshole and
began to enter him. He moaned from the pleasures the hot tongue in
his rectum was giving him.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmm"

   Seconds later, it was replaced by Jeff's middle finger as he went
back to sucking his raging hard little cock.

   Jeff fingered the tight hole and sucked the tip of the boy's penis.
He loved to watch him squirm and cry from the intense pleasure of his
fleshy lips. As the wails of the kid intensified, he stopped before
giving him the ultimate relief.

"Take those jeans off, I wanna suck that big cock of yours." grinned
Timmy.

   The boy kneeled on the carpet and waited for Jeff as he unzipped his
pants. The man's long penis exploded in his face. The big glans oozing
pre-cum juice. Timmy gripped the warm pole and swallowed as much of the
seven inch weapon as he could take.

   Jeff couldn't believe how good the kid was. Hours before he had seen
him scoring the winning goal and now he was naked on the floor blowing
his hard rod.

   Gradually, the stiffness in Jeff's muscles faded away. Unimcumbered by
the weight of his guilt, he let himself enjoy the small mouth working
the full length of his prick. The boy was an old pro at this. He was
playing with his testicles and sucking greedilly using his slippery
little tongue to stimulate his hard cock.

"Shove it down my throat and fuck my mouth Jeff!" ordered the kid.

   Jeff grabbed the back of his partner's head and pushed his penis slowly.
He felt the knob bump against the entrance of his throat. He pushed further
and invaded the boy's throat until his balls were resting against his chin.

   The pubic hair tickled Timmy's nose and he gasped for air a little.
Jeff hoped he wasn't choking the boy and Timmy reassured him by
attempting a faint smile with the big penis in his mouth. Jeff pulled
out and began slamming his hard-on inside the warm cavern. His heavy
balls bouncing on the boy's chin. The little boy-slut sure knew how
to deepthroat a cock.

   The pleasure was freezing Jeff's mind like a quality drug. Nothing in
the world could stop from feeding his cock to that hungry boy. And he
did, for twenty minutes, with each stroke pulling the head of Timmy on
his throbbing rod.

   Jeff wanted to cum, shoot his load inside the lad's stomach but he
hadn't fucked someone in the ass before. Timmy was probably the only
person in his whole life who would allow him to do it. So he pulled out,
already on the brink of orgasm.

"Let's do a 69." suggested the twelve-year-old.

   Jeff was praying for anal fun but he didn't want to disappoint the boy.

"Come on the sofa... I saw this position in a movie once..."

   He guided the boy on the couch, putting his legs above the back seat
so that he was upside down, his head dangling from the cushion.

"Movie? I have a neat movie under my bed." said Timmy. "It shows four
guys from the team buttfucking an eight year old! I'm sure you'd like it."

   Jeff was bewildered by all that dirty talk coming from the kid's mouth.
If he hadn't been so eager to nail him, he would have scolded him
mercilessly. But at the present time, it was more of a turn on than
anything else.

   Jeff removed his clothes completely and hoisted himself over the
upside down boy. Timmy immediatly started sucking his penis over
his face and in return, Jeff swallowed the boy's hard peter.

   They sucked each other that way until their jaws hurt and their
penises were red and glistening from saliva.

"I'm bored." whined Timmy. "Stick it in my butt.. and get your money's
worth!"

   Jeff smiled and disappeared to the bathroom to get the good old KY
jelly. When he came back, Timmy was already on the sofa holding his legs,
giving him complete access. Jeff greased the boy's puckered
shithole and inserted a finger to lube the anal ring, meanwhile sucking
his rock hard penis. He smeared the lubricant on his own tool and
quickly placed the head of his cock in front of the well-used brown hole.
He put the long skinny legs of the kid on his shoulders and applied
pressure against the tight sphincter.

   Timmy opened his asshole like he knew how to do and let the big cock
burst in his rectum. Jeff felt his prick embraced by the warmness of the
boy's inside and pushed half of his rod in him.

"Come on! Stick it all in... I've had ten inches in there before..."

   Jeff pushed again, and looked in the kid's eyes to see if he was hurting
him. But the wails of Timmy were wails of pleasure.

"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"

   Slowly, one inch at a time, the man's penis invaded the moist tunnel
until it was stuffed in to the hilt. Timmy wrapped his arms around the
neck of the young man and hissed from the pain and pleasure.

"Uhhh fuck me, fuck me good..." he whispered.

   Jeff moved his hips gently almost taking his cock out of the boy
before plunging the hard piece of flesh deep in his bowels. Gradually,
bucking his hips faster, he mounted the boy until he could comfortably
ram his prick at a good pace.

   The skin of Timmy's asshole was stretched all around his thick cock
like small red sucking lips. Jeff never imagined the boy-whore would be so
tight. He fucked him hard and steady like he wanted, pinning his tensed
little body into the cushion. Timmy wasn't as outspoken anymore. His
boysish cries and loud grunts were filling the living room.

   As he started to enjoy the anal coitus, Jeff remembered his mom had
the key to the appartment. He wondered for a second what would be the
look on her face if she found him bouncing on the naked twelve-year-old,
his prick deep in his fanny.

   After 15 minutes, Jeff slowed down and let the boy catch his breath.

"You're fucking the shit out of me man!" smiled Timmy.

   He sure did. His penis was covered with a sheath of brown
liquid and both of them were sweaty all over. For the next minute, they
grinned at each other still panting, getting ready for the second round.

   Jeff thought the pleasurable sensations were unbelievable as he
rubbed his knob inside the hot anus. For a minute, he actually considered
doing another boy from the team, a virgin one this time.

   He took out his cock from inside the boy and it made a pop. He
lowered the cushion of the couch and rolled Timmy on his tummy over it.
That way the boy's ass was right were he wanted. Timmy spread his legs
like for a police search and parted his firm buttocks with his small
hands. His gaping butthole was quivering and winking at Jeff.

"You're gonna give it to me good this time? uh Jeff?"

"You want me to say it little brat? YES... I'm gonna FUCK you 'til
your eyes pop out!"

   With that, he lined up his cock in front of the opening and leaned
into the boy driving his hard organ deep inside of him. The twelve-year-
old's knees sagged from the force of the penetration. He regained his
composure and grunted heavily as the man pumped the full length of
his penis in his narrow rectum.

"Ohhhh Gawd... yes that's it.. .ram it in me Ohhhh it's so hard."

   Jeff grabbed the boy's shoulders to keep him steady and plowed
his little behind. He was overwhelmed by the pleasure escalating in his
swollen member and the repetive litany of the boy's childish voice.

"Fuck me! Fuck me! ohhh ohhhh Fuck oh fuck..."

   The sound of the two bodies colliding reverberated in the
appartement. Jeff's balls were hurting as they swung back and forth
ready to explode. He didn't flinch a second and fucked always harder and
faster until he thought he was ramming his big cock at one hundred miles
per hour.

   Timmy was bitting his lips, savouring every massive thrust of the hard
penis in his asshole. His boydick was at full attention getting a rough
massage on the corduroy cushion. Jeff's cock rubbed his prostate one two
many times and he groaned.

"UHHHHHHHHHH I'm CUMMMING UHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH yesssssss"

   His muscles spasmed and his young prick shot a pubescent load
which he felt on his belly.

"OHHH CUM IN MY ASS JEFF! DO IT YESSSSS FILL ME UP WITH YOUR HOT LOAD!"

   The boy's words did the trick this time and triggered the man's orgasm.
He buried his cock deep inside Timmy and shot a burning jet of his semen
that made Timmy shudder. Quickly, Jeff pulled out his penis just in
time to spurt a load in the boy's hair two feet away.

   It was like the fourth of July. Jeff's pulsing cock released his
warm seed again and inundated the boy's smooth back. His body jerked
less and less violently as his climax subsided. In the same way, the flow
of sperm slowed down until the substance was only dripping from his
pisshole into Timmy's butt crack.

   Timmy fingered his sore butthole and smiled at the young man.

"I should charge you 100$ for a fuck like this!"

"Maybe next time... maybe next time..." replied Jeff.


***  AUTHOR'S NOTE  ***

   Upon the request of some users who saw more possibilities to this
story, here's the sequel to Hockey Night. I guess I will add another
part until I'm bored.


HOCKEY NIGHT II     by DEBONAIR
PART 2.  'The tape.'

   The next week, Jeff's cock was hard throughout the hockey game. This
new found lust for young boys was making him fidget on each feet behind
the bench, so much, he was unable to do his duty as assistant coach. His
eyes were itchy, eagerly anticipating the scene in the locker that was
to follow the game.

   The siren signaling the end of the third period echoed in the
arena. It was the most beautiful sound Jeff had heard in months!

   Sweating like a pig, he followed the kids in the changing room,
trying to look as if he was his old self. Good old Jeff, always there to
help. Unfortunatly, Timmy noticed his nervousness and the wicked boy
immediately decided that he would make his new client's knees weak.

   The young boy winked at him, as if he was saying 'watch this!'.
God, he was gorgeous with his short brown hair, his little button nose
and his shinny earring. Jeff grinned at his little pal and scanned the
room to burn in his mind the images of the prepubescent boys in various
stages of undress. When his stare came back to Timmy, he saw him give
a quick slap to the buns of the closest boy.

"Good game Josh!"

   The plump round buttocks quivered under the thin fabric of Josh's white
cotton briefs.

   Jeff frowned at the little rascal, he was gonna make him explode! The
pressure of his erection against the tight denim of his jeans was
hurting like crazy.

   Another pee-wee, this time nude, passed in front Timmy, heading for the
showers. TImmy slapped his behind too! *SMACK*

"Nice goal Joey!" he cheered.

"AOW! you moron. I'm gonna kill you!"

   A red blotch appeared like magic on the perfectly white skin of the
kid's hiney where the hand had landed.

"Oh shuddup.. I bet you liked it..." smiled Timmy.

   The man grinned at his young friend. 'Caught in the act kiddo uh!'.

"I need help with my skates Jeff...that's your job..." whinned Timmy.

   Jeff kneeled in front of him and eased each heel out of the
restraining leather. He slid the boy's hockey shorts down his skinny
legs and removed the protective pads while Timmy was taking off everything
above his waist.

   Then he let the boy take off his jock strap. Timmy proceeded...slowly...
almost teasing him. With an obscene shake of his hips, he wriggled out
of his blue long underwear and he was almost there.

   Jeff couldn't believe it took so long before he could see more of the
boy's bare skin. But finally, he was almost there, crouching in front of the
twelve year old only wearing his white briefs. He could smell the musky
odor coming from his crotch. The strong yet delightful stench of his
little feet.

   He yearned to lick his flat belly, taste the salty skin, suck the
sweat out of every pore. Go up to nibble each nipple and then go down to
explore his hairless genitals with his tongue.

   Timmy smiled. This was his show. He knew he had complete control
over his adult companion and he was gonna torture him with his slim
athletic body.

   Grinning from ear to ear, he lowered his briefs. Jeff was paralyzed
on the locker floor. He almost fainted. There was the object of his
desires, the boy's small prick, right under his nose! Inches from his
hungry lips. Jeff had seen the child naked just seven days ago but still
his amazement was immeasurable. It only could only have been equalled by
the hardness of his throbbing cock.

   The smooth scrotum was hanging low and Jeff could discern the two
little eggs in there he liked so much to have in his mouth. The uncut
thin tube of flesh was laying on the sack, rolling from left to right
with each movement of the boy.

   Timmy grabbed a towel and trotted to the showers but not before
making sure his tender limp organ bumped Jeff's nose as he departed.

   In the small room filled with steam, Timmy began to wash himself,
sensuously rubbing the soap in every crevasse of his young body, until
he was covered with lather.

   He dropped the soap on purpose and bent over, giving a great view of
his boyhole to Jeff. A tight puckered opening tucked in between his firm
asscheeks he was famous for in Glendale Park. He squatted to pick up
the soap and his white buttocks parted again, showing even more of his
glory hole.

   The little imp did it again and again! and again! and it was too much
for Jeff. The man's cock pulsed and squirted his boiling semen in his
shorts while he let out a deep sigh.

   Timmy got out of the shower with the towel around his waist. He
pushed a couple of his buddies around and giggled when he saw the wet
spot down the front of Jeff's Jeans.

"Looks like you need a shower too..." he whispered.

   The man attempted a weak smile and watched Timmy and the other boys
dressing up, trying to look uninterested but clearly embarassed.

"Hurry up Tim!" he barked.

"I'm coming...I'm coming!" smiled the boy. "Can Steve stay with us over
the weekend?"

"I I I dunno." Jeff stammered.

   He wanted to be alone with the little hockey player. Maybe have a
little fun like the week before. God, he was hooked, addicted to his
blue eyes. Timmy I need you! can't you see?...his mind raced.

"I promised Steve he could come with us... please please please... I
have the tape I mentionned to you in my bag.... you know?...the five
elves.. we can all look at it together!" the boy pleaded.

"Okay...I guess... you know I can't say no to you."

   Timmy jumped like an excited toddler and told the good news to his
best friend who was chatting across the room. The two boys gathered
their things and the threesome walked to the old Honda.

   Jeff glanced over at Steve. He didn't have the same boyish beauty
like the other boy. He was almost thirteen, with black hair and a fuzzy
mustache. In the shower, he had noticed also a few whiskers over his
dick. There was something about the kid and Jeff felt like he was an
adversary, someone he had to fight to get to Timmy. After all, Steve had
played with his boyfriend since they were nine. Timmy probably enjoyed
spending more time with Steve than him.

   It never occured to him he could have both... By looking at Steve,
he had figured in his confused mind that he wasn't a boy-slut like Timmy.
If only he knew how dead wrong he was.

   Jeff bowed his head and suddenly realized how silly he was to be
jealous of a twelve year old.

   At McDonald's, he didn't say a word. He just listened to the
sopranos voices of the lads as they talked about hockey, sports cards
and metal music. Once in a while, he would glance under the table at
their slender legs in their black sweat pants.

   He imagined them, somewhere, naked like the day they were born. Timmy
on top of Steve, lowering his small mouth on the boy's erect pole,
taking the hard penis in his throat. While at the other hand, Steve was
making his tongue dance all around the red knob of his young friend's
swollen boycock sticking out between his white thighs.

"Hey Jeff! JEFFFF!" said Timmy.

   The blond man shook his head, waking from his daydream. The two boys
were grinning at him with mayo oozing out of the corners of their lips.

"Man, I thought you'd never stop shooting in our mouths!" Timmy laughed.

"Yeah, I'm full...I won't even finish my burger..." added Steve.

   Jeff threw french fries at them and they all left the junk food
place.


                                -==-


   In Jeff's appartment, the boys jumped on the couch followed by the
young man. Timmy didn't even take off his baseball cap and fetched the
videotape out of his hockey bag.

"Put this in." he said, handing the tape to Steve.

   The black-haired boy considered the label a second.

"Back - door - boyz... Hey! I'm in this one!" he shouted.

"I know, you're a big star..." replied the smart-assed devil.

   Steve fed the tape to the VCR and sat on the sofa in between Timmy
and Jeff.

   The nervous man glanced at the excited kids and then back at the
screen where a group of boys was surrounding a bed. In the middle of the
mattress, an eight year old boy was being undressed. The camera was
wobbly and concentrating on the victim. His eyes were wide and his chest
heaving as young hands removed his shoes and tugged at his socks.

"Nooooo" yelled the child.

"C'mon Willy...That's what you have to do to be part of the gang." said
a twelve-year-old.

   Jeff jumped on his seat, he knew that face, he knew that voice, it was
Patrick! The captain of the hockey team.

"But it's gonna hurt..." whinned the little boy.

"No way!" snapped Steve on the screen.

   Timmy nudged his friend in the ribs. "Good acting dweebo.."

   The camera moved around the room as the boys continued undressing the
young tyke and Jeff recognized Josh...who was only eleven and there
Matt! All were kids from the Blazers.

   The small frightened boy had only his tiny underpants on now and was
kicking and crying.


***

"Where were you Timmy?" asked Jeff.

"Duh.. I was holding the camcorder..." replied the arogant boyhunk.

"That's my room Jeff." pointed out Steve. "Look, you can see my hockey
trophies in the back."

   The man was shell-shocked. There was the twelve-year-old, making
comments like it was a plain ordinary home video.

   On the tv, the action was about to begin. The little boy with short
brown hair was held tight while Patrick pulled down his Star Wars
underwear, revealing a tiny cocktail weenie and two round miniature
testicles.

   Of course, the team captain was to go first and he unzipped his pants
quickly. All the boys let go of the small child and pulled down their
pants too, along with their briefs.

   By the time they were naked from waist down, Patrick was already
smearing vaseline on his hard-on.

"Don't stretch him too much..." bawled Josh.


***

   Jeff felt a surge of guilt in his heart. He couldn't be enjoying
this. These boys were gonna rape a poor innocent naive kid! But there
it was in his pants, his rigid cock, straining under the denim, undeniable
evidence of his arousal. How could it be? The questions bounced in his
head as his eyes locked on the images in front of him.

   The freckle-faced boy was sitting naked on the bed, holding his knees.
His wild stare scanned the room, looking at all the tall boys' stiffies
pointing between their legs, four hard young penises he knew would be
inside of him soon.

"Be gentle guys... do it slow, don't hurt me.. " he pleaded with puppy
eyes.

   Patrick climbed on the bed and turned the startled child on his
stomach like he was a puppet. Matt slid a pillow under Willy's tummy
ensuring his small butt was raised properly.

   The camera zoomed between Patrick's legs as he hoisted his body over
the one of the meek boy. Pat's greased prick was right in front of the
white little rump. Two other boys grabbed Willy's feet and spread his
legs wide. His buttocks opened and Patrick pushed his knob in the kid's
anus.

"Uhhhhhhhhhhh uhhhhhhhhhhhh uhhhhhh" moaned the little boy gasping for
air, totally terrified. The pressure on his asshole seemed tremendous and
it looked like the intrusion was gonna tear him apart.

"ARGGGHHHH" he yelled. The big penis was inside of his virgin anus now,
stretching it, enlarging his tight ring. He gripped the bed covers and
closed his little eyes. "ARGHHH". It kept sliding in, further and
further, invading his bowels.

"MMMmmm. I'm all the way in your little ass Willy! It's so good and
warm.." moaned Patrick.

   Willy grimaced and grunted. The older boy was beginning to sodomise
him slowly. In and out... and in and out... and in and out.
He looked at the happy audience and twisted his head to glance at the
boycock buried in his tiny opening.

   Patrick, as the team captain, obviously had the duty of
deflowering this kid correctly. He wasn't squealing enough for his
taste. Holding his shoulders to keep him steady, he started to thrust
his boner faster and harder in the narrow virgin rectum.

   And it did the trick, Willy was howling, crying and bitting the bed covers.
The four inches of hard flesh were driven deep inside of him by the
twelve-year-old. He was pounding his ass mercilessly, slamming his rock
hard member with all his strength.

"Ohh yeah... uhhh you're gonna remember your first buttfuck boy uhhh."
exclaimed Patrick.

   The crowd was astonished, playing with their erect boydicks,
snickering at each other.

   The team captain rammed his cock a couple more time and stopped
suddenly. Sighs of pleasure escaped his opened mouth and his bubble butt
tensed up with every salvo of his cannon, shooting liquid bullets inside
the kid.

   The softening penis snaked out of Willy's body. He didn't even have time
to catch his breath that already the younger boy, Josh, was penetrating his
erection in his bottom. The boy's prick was smaller but it hurt as much,
as far as Jeff could tell from the small boy's complaints. It slid in and
out of the tiny sore butthole with the speed of an engine piston.

   It was the first piece of ass for eleven-year-old Josh and he fucked
away like a young dog, bitting his lips and looking at the red hole
encircling his boyhood.


***

"I need to jack-off man...this video is too hot!" said Timmy on the couch.

"Me too. How about you Jeff?" inquired Steve.

   Jeff came back to reality and looked at the two boys next to him,
pulling down their sweat pants and briefs to the knees. He was bewildered.
Just six months before, he was engaged with his high-school sweet heart.
Today, he was watching two horny boys masturbate in front of a kiddie
gang bang.

   Oh well, his cock was gonna tear his jeans anyway. He imitated the
boys and began stroking his throbbing cock gently. He didn't know where
to look, at the four kids buggering the eight-year-old on tv or the two
live boys jerking their young dicks inches away from him.

   He went for the anal orgy. Josh had orgasmed and now Matt was buttbanging
the little boy with all his might. Steve, on the screen, was underneath him,
sucking his little pecker.

   Matt moved his right leg over to the side of the boy and the camera
zoomed between his legs at his balls dangling and his hard peter
plunging in the small hole. Even though, it was only four inches, it
look much bigger compared to the small white butt of Willy.

"Steve is coming up!" said Timmy. "He's the best fucker...."

   Matt fucked the smaller boy faster and hissed. His cock slipped out
of the violated anus and began tossing off in Willy's buttcrack, filling
his gaping butthole with burning boyjuice.

   Steve signaled to Patrick to help him out. Together they rolled the
sweat-covered kid on his back and Steve pushed the boy's legs towards
his head. The team captain, over at the other end grabbed the little
boy's ankles. In that position, Steve had complete access to Willy's
ass, and the younger boy would be able to see for the first time a cock
penetrating him.

   Steve fondled his greased-up dick. He had the biggest one of the
group, six inches of hot meat. He placed the tip in front of the
quivering hole. The rectal opening was red and puffy. Jeff thought
it surely woudn't return to normal for two days at least as the big
cock was pushed inside the child.

   The last strains of resistance of Willy's sphincters gave
away and the large prick sank deep into his bum. He looked between his
skinny legs and saw the huge penis slowly disappear in his ass, fully,
completely.

   His wails filled the room again and he got scared looking into the
eyes of Steve. You could see in them, the animalistic lust,
the urge to fuck. Loud grunts were coming from the black-haired boy's
mouth each time he shoved his hard pole deep inside the eight-year-old's
rectum. Patrick's cum-covered dick was right over Willy's innocent face,
releasing pre-cum juice on his cute nose while he held him steady.

   Timmy was an accomplished film maker, Jeff thought. He selected just
the right amount of close-ups, showing the large penis plowing the
kid's ass and a perfect dose of overall shots where the boys were
masturbating while Willy's body was shook from the powerful assaults,
his tiny genitals flailing madly.


***

    Steve crawled off the corduroy couch and kneeled between
Jeff's legs. The man didn't notice it until he felt the warm mouth
engulf his testicles. He stopped beating his meat.

"You like to watch me fuck Willy uh?" asked Steve.

"Euhhh yeah" Jeff stammered, embarassed. He stared at his seven inch
tower and Steve's mouth was quickly over it, eating it with one slow
downstroke. His lips slid back up and Jeff could feel the slimy tongue
flickering his knob.

"Keep watching the tv Jeff!" Steve ordered.

   Timmy leaped from the sofa and gave head to his best friend as he
started to bob his head on Jeff's cock aggressively, giving 100% like he
was taught by the man when he showed him to play hockey.

   The Steve on the screen was fucking the little boy wildly, making him
yell with every painful thrust. He was leaning more and more over the
boy and pounding his slippery cock deep inside him.

"Arggg please stop arghhh" Willy begged incessantly.

"Take it like man!" said Steve in between cries of pleasure. "You need
to be strong to be part of the gang!"

   The older boy bounced hard on the small child, his balls slapping
against the kid's ass. "Oh god, you're so tight.." he mumbled. The veins
of his arms bulged from yet another increase of the buttfucking
tempo. Just when it looked like he was gonna kill Willy with his rock-
hard weapon, he pulled out and came on his tummy.

   The second powerful blast of sperm went all the way to the little
boy's face and splashed his lips. Steve jumped forward and finished
ejaculating on his confused mug, commanding him to eat it all as it
spurted from his pisshole.


***

   Jeff glanced at his cock. Steve was one side licking his balls and
Timmy had taken over deep-throating him. "Slow down!" he hissed. "You're
gonna make me cum before the end of this."

   The little ass-bandits weren't done yet with Willy. Patrick dragged
him across the bed by the ankle and bent him over the edge of the
mattress. In a flash, he entered him and fucked him roughly right away in
that position.

   The seed of the previous boys leaked out of the kid's loosened hole. It
trickled down his white legs while he whimpered with every invasion of
his bowels. Too tired to fight, he let his whole body go limp.

"Hold your ass open!" shouted the director. "I can't see a thing."

   His tiny hands grabbed his firm buns and pulled them apart for the
camera to see his boyhole. Patrick plowed the child's behind like it was
the last ass he'd fuck. He grabbed his narrow hips and shoved himself
rhythmically into the boy until the hairless mound above his hard-on
bumped against his rear.

   For the next minutes, the soundtrack consisted of bodies colliding,
wails of pain, sighs of pleasure and the bed creaking. Patrick bucked
his hips and shot his second viscous load in Willy's ass.

   After that, the three remaining males decided to hold a little
contest. Each boy was to fuck the kid for thirty seconds only, then
surrender his spot to another one. The first one to climax was to be the
winner. The team captain timed them with a stopwatch on the sidelines.

   A frenzy of hairless fornicating exploded on Jeff's television. Josh
went first but soon realized thirty seconds was really short. Matt
continued, barely stimulating his aching cock.

   After a while, the naked and erect boys were pushing each other out
of the way to penetrate the little boy to the hilt and sodomise him
furiously. The tinglings of pleasure grew more and more in their groins
but never fast enough to beat the clock. Time and time again, they heard
Pat ordering them to pull out.

   The need for release was wracking their young bodies, the constant
interruption upsetting their raging hormones. They started to attack
Willy's small bottom like animals, grunting and growling.

   Steve reached nirvana first and filled the little boy's intestines
with torrents of boyjuice. Matt was allowed to get off and mixed his
jism with the river flowing already inside Willy. Everytime the small
boy's hole was unplugged, the gooey substance poured out like a waterfall.

   Josh finally settled inside the boy for a long steady fuck.


***

   Jeff was on the brink of orgasm. The boys had alternated again on
his cock. Steve sucked him more feverishly hearing the end of the scene.
Jeff's body jerked on the couch and he shot a wad on the
roof of the thirteen-year-old's mouth. Steve swallowed greedilly.

"Hey! I want some of that!" exclaimed Timmy.

   He didn't move fast enough and Jeff's penis pulsed his next jet right up
his nose. He lowered his cavity on the tip of the big pole and drank
whatever erupted from it afterwards.


HOCKEY NIGHT III     by DEBONAIR
PART 3. 'The night is still young.'

   The image went out of focus a while and returned. This time, a man
was getting serviced by a very young kid, around seven. The boy was
bobbing his head on the adult's rigid cock, using his tongue in an
exaggerated manner. Even though the man's face was out of the screen,
Jeff recognized Coach McGregor from the tattoo on his forearm.

"Hey, isin't that...."

"Coach McGregor." finished Timmy. "He's my pimp....sorta...he always
finds me rich men to go with..."

"Uh?"

"He's the one who introduced me to this guy....filthy rich...president
of something. The man picked me up in a limo! We went to Disneyworld. He
gave me two hundred bucks also! Weird guy though... I had to let him
give me a bath and then dance in Mickey Mouse pajamas. He fucked me
eleven times over the weekend...for each year he had missed he said."

"Geez... I don't wanna know anymore." Jeff frowned.

"Yeah, stop the chit-chat. I'm gonna explode!" whinned Steve, fondling
his steely hard-on.

"Let's shave Jeff first so he can be like us!" peeped Timmy.

   Jeff's mind raced at the idea of losing the signs of adulthood, but
eventually his reticence crumbled from the playful, almost innocent
attitude of the two boys. They were naked in a snap and tugging at his
clothes for him to join them.

   His socks flew over the pile in the middle of the living room, then
his jeans, polo shirt and jockeys. The next moment, he was sitting on
the edge of the tub, his legs spread in front of Timmy. The twelve-year-
old rubbed shaving foam on his pubes like an expert crotch barber and
proceeded to make all the hair disappear with even and acurate movement
of a bic razor.

   When the mound above his cock was bald, he did the testicles,
awkwardly holding the pouch to get to all the wiry disperse fuckers.
Jeff stared down at his dick, almost an inch longer now. An odd sensation
of freedom travelled in his body. He felt like a little boy.

"I wanna do his ass." bawled Steve.

   Jeff leaned over in the bathtub, parting his asscheeks for the simple
fountain of youth that was the sharp blade in Steve's little hand. The
boy stuck his tongue out and shaved the dark bushy forest around
his anus. Why do we need hair there anyway?

"C'mon! Let's go man." cheered the boys as they left the toilet.

   The room seemed empty without the chuckles of the pre-teens. Jeff
looked himself over in the mirror. 'Am I going nuts? No locker room
showers for a while...' he thought. They had accomplished a good job
though. He was only bleeding slightly from a tiny cut below his navel.

"Hey Jeff! We've already started."

"Yeah yeah.... I'm coming." he blurted, trotting to his bedroom.

   The beauty of the two bare boys sent shivers in his spine. He felt
like a tresspasser in their palace of pleasure. Timmy was sucking
amorously Steve's engorged cock, the dimples in his cheeks
contracting with every slurping motion. He was holding the base of
the teenage prick and slidding his lips on the slippery rod. It was
obviously the tastiest popsicle for this hungry boy. His own boyish
erection was vertical like a soldier ready for action.

   Jeff slithered between Timmy's thin legs and licked the unattended
organ, soaking in the boy's smell. He chewed the small ballsack and played
with the foreskin of the boy, pulling it back below the ridge of the
cherry-red head, then over it to hide the little helmet.

   Meanwhile, Steve scooted over closer to him. He thrust his head
forward and engulfed his seven-inch cock in his warm mouth. Jeff moaned
as he rubbed his tongue under Timmy's loose foreskin, between it and the
knob. It was time to complete the 3-way circle. He couldn't believe his
luck. His mouth embraced Timmy's throbbing little dick and began
sucking firmly. Now every prick had a mouth to pleasure it.

   Muffled sighs and moans emanated from the erotic triangle as each
member pursued the goal of pleasure. Steve was familiar with every vein
of Jeff's cock, having it sucked minutes before. He caressed the heavy
balls and swallowed the full length passed his tonsils.

   Timmy did the same to his best friend, deep-throating his six inches
of hard flesh who had been in need of stimulation for the last hour.
Steve's penis was no mystery to him too. He could tell when it was about to
ejaculate. When the shaft spasmed between his lips, it was the sign for
him to pause and suck each wonderful ball.

   For a half-hour, they sucked each other. The ultimate communion of
the flesh. Tongues dancing on rubbery cockheads, lips glidding on
deliciously hard shafts, testicles swelling with juice, hands massaging
smooth skin, fingers tweaking at hard nipples.

   All three were really getting into it, sucking and licking, moaning
and smiling. They felt their seed begin to invade their canals and
painfully held it back there for one more second of pleasure. Jeff had
never tasted spunk and anticipated gleefully the fresh load out of
Timmy's loins. He sucked harder, begging with his lips for the sweet
offering.

   Suddenly, Steve's body stiffened and he began to unload his
visvous cum into Timmy's eager mouth. Almost instantly, Jeff reached
the peak and erupted into Steve. The boy had to swallow fast to get
all of the voluminous flood but he was determined not to lose any of it.

   Happilly drinking his best friend's Jizz, Timmy came last, spilling
his awaited cream in Jeff's mouth. They all shot again, crying and
convulsing from every jolt of their orgasm.

"Shit, that was great!" Steve exclaimed.

"Let's do it again! I want Jeff's cock in my mouth." said Timmy

"Hold on guys... I'm not twelve anymore. You'll have to wait a while.
Work on Steve again while I...reload."

"Okay." whinned Timmy. "We'll eat our asses then."

   The two sex-starved boys got into a sixty-nine position but instead
of sucking their ever hard boydicks began slicking the smooth valley
of their behinds.

   Timmy on his back, had his friend's ass right above his face. He was
parting his round cheeks wide and tickling the puckered opening with the
tip of his tongue. He tasted the anus. The musky flavor of Steve was
there. All the memories of their previous adventures popped back in his mind.
The flower opened up in front of his eyes allowing him further entrance.

   His tongue snaked its way into the boy, deeply passed the tight ring
of flesh, right into the rectum of Steve. He could feel the muscle
contracting around his slimy probe with every pulse of growing desire.

   Steve pressed his face between Timmy's buns while he held his legs.
His tongue licked the boy's tail from the ballbag all the way to the
pink anus throbbing with passion. He teased the tiny asspucker, urging
it to loosen up and let him rim it.

   The small hole quivered and he drove his tongue into it. He wiggled
it inside Timmy, giving all he was worth to pleasure his best friend,
for this was the part of his body he held sacred.

   Pre-cum oozed out of their rock-hard penises as they rimmed
themselves thoroughly, giggling from time to time when they found a new
sensitive spot to touch. Steve kissed each firm buttocks of his friend
playfully before resuming his handy tongue fucking. Timmy imitated him,
grinning from ear to ear at the pleasant turn their butt play had taken.

   Jeff was ready to go, aroused beyond belief from the two butt-
lickers. He slipped his head in between them and sucked their erect
peckers, alternating from one to the other as they continued their rim
jobs.

   After a while, they rearranged their bodies for another 3-way suck.
But now rimming had become a part of their little orgy and Jeff found
himself happilly explored by Timmy's little tongue. It wormed its way
in his butthole while he did the same treatment to Steve's sexy shitter.

   Although it was extremely pleasurable, they all returned to gripping
the neighbor's cock and guiding it into their mouths. Steve's big
adolescent meat filled Jeff's mouth unlike his best friend's tiny peter.
He had to take it out once in while and lick the circumcised head in
order to catch his breath and not gag.

   TImmy was marvelously sucking away at his rigid organ, shoving it in
his throat until his upper-lip connected with his now shaves pubes. Then
moving his head back up to the swollen purple tip.

   Steve could eat all of his best friend three inches, even take in his
mouth the smooth scotum. Jeff could see him swirl Timmy's hairless
genitals in his cavity much to the boy's pleasure who moaned happilly.

   All their bodies twitched on the mattress again as their climax was
reached. Jeff taking Steve's pubescent jism while he filled Timmy's
stomach with his gigantic load.

   All night, they sucked and licked and caressed their eager flesh
until they collapsed after the fifth round. Jeff looked down at his penis,
red and sore like it had been given a hickey from one thousand girls.

"Geez, you are like leeches!"

   His words weren't heard. Both boys were asleep. He drowned in the
beauty of their athletic forms a minute and leaned to taste a glob of
semen on Timmy's lips that Steve had just delivered. The shame wasn't
there in his heart anymore.

   He turned on his stomach, where there was room, and slowly fell into
R.E.M. sleep mode.


                                -==-


   Jeff's dream swirled in his mind like a sweet summer breeze. He was
laying on his bed exactly at the same spot he had drifted into sleep.
Everything felt real, the spring of the mattress supporting his belly,
the sound of car engines buzzing outside his window.

   He looked at his outstreched arms in front of him and freaked. The
dark wiry hair was replaced by a soft blond fuzz of childhood. Glancing
down under his naked body, he noticed immediately the small immature
dickie hanging between his legs. Then further down, his short skinny legs
ending with ten adorable wiggly little toes.

   Weird! He was eight again! The same blond cheeky monkey he had been
sixteen years ago.

"Are you ready?" growled a voice behind him.

   He turned around to find his two friends. Timmy was standing in
the nude next to Steve. But there was something totally different about
the boys. Oh so terribly different. Timmy's prick was going down to his
knees and Steve's even lower. He rubbed his eyes to clear his vision.

   The two pre-pubescent males gripped their dangling meat with two hands.
Their cocks hardened, rising from between their smooth legs,
expanding rapidly, the foreskin on Timmy's peeling back, the rubbery
heads swelling.

"You like our dicks motherfucker?" shouted Steve.

   Jeff gasped. Timmy's penis was at least ten inches long while Steve's
member reached fifteen inches. The organs looked like they belonged more to
stallions than twelve-year-old boys. Both of them had to bent backward a
little to keep their balance and not keel over forward from the heavy
monsters they were sporting.

   Pre-cum juice was flowing out of their piss slits, making large wet
puddles on the carpet.

"You like to screw boys Jeff?" screamed Timmy.  "SAY IT!"

"yeahhh" he whimpered.

"You are one SICK mutha." yelled Steve. "And you're gonna pay..."

"Please..don't hurt me..." he begged.

"You're gonna know how it feels to have a big one in your asshole!"

"We're gonna bust your ass!"

   All of sudden, pieces of rope flew from nowhere and tied Jeff's
wrists together. It wasn't the boys who were binding him. They were
staring at the scene, laughing, while an invisible force twisted his
body on the bed and cut the circulation to his tiny hands.

   He found himself bent over and crying just like Willy.

"Here comes my fuckpole Jeffrey! Yeah.... I'm going in."

   Jeff felt the large cockhead part his small asscheeks and push
against his virgin anus. With one big grunt from Timmy, the huge knob
burst inside of him followed by half of the large shaft.

"ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" he howled.

   The excruciating pain shot from his backside all over his body. It
felt like the Goodyear blimp had entered his butthole. Unable to fight,
he bit the covers as the over-sized rod slipped deeper into him.

"I'm gonna fuck you hard Jeffrey!" whispered Timmy. "Just like I love."

   The hard intruder began to move back and forth in Jeff's grotesquely
stretched pucker. "Ooooo you're so tight."

   For what seemed like forever, the man-boy felt the full length plow
his tender behind, pumping violently. A furious storm was roaring in his
guts. The powerful strokes were nothing like what he'd expected from a barely
pubescent boy. They went deep inside of him and rushed back out a
millisecond, only to come back again with the urgency of a god in heat.

   His whole little body trembled from the rough sodomy. All the rage in
the world was fucking him painfully. He cried and pleaded.

   The stiff pole dove one last time in his rectum. "I'm cummmming"
groaned Timmy. A succesion of boiling blasts shot in Jeff's bowels. The
big cock was like a grenade exploding in him. Pints after pints of
sperm filled his ass. To add to his misery, he was gonna throw up too.
Already, bile was making it's way up his throat. He gulped down the
bitter hurl only to realize it was semen.

"My turn!" groaned Steve. "Can't wait to fuck your hot little ass..."

   Jeff's asshole was wide open, struggling to close back to its
original state. Steve plunged his throbbing missile in his orifice like
he was thrusting a stake to a vampire's heart. Jeff vomitted a lake of
jism from the forceful entry and violent coitus. Steve drooled on his
back gallon after gallon of saliva. It covered his child-frame to the
point he was drowning in bodily fluids.

   Gasping for air, he awoke.

                                -==-


"Hi." whispered Timmy, resting on his flank.

"You had a bad dream." said Steve. "It was so COOL! You were trashing
all around."

   The man wiped the cold sweat off his forehead. His eyes floated down
the boys' curbs...just to check...to make sure it was over. Timmy's
tiny deflated cocklet was nestled between his thighs, same for Steve.

"Did you fuck me in yer dream?" demanded Timmy.

"Oh no... quite the contrary..."

"Anybody ever tell you you look like Kurt Cobain?"

"Yup... but at least *I* shave."


   After a fun group shower, they gathered around the table, still stark
naked, for a hearty breakfast/dinner. Pancakes, bacon, eggs, toast & jam,
prepared by Jeff.

   A solemn silence fell on the group as they wolfed down the well-
deserved meal. Jeff glanced at the two boys and blurted out of the blue:

"So how'd you guys get started?...uh...you know?"

   He blushed bright red from his own question. It wasn't like him to
engage a conversation about sex, especially with pre-pubescent boys.
True, the images of the two rascals doing it aroused and fascinated him.
He wanted to know, but he always let them make the first step.
"Well...I mean, like mess around..." he squirmed. It was as if he had
shouted the admition he was interested, loud and clear to a
microphone broadcasting worldwide.

"Well, Steve popped my cherry when we were nine..." answered Timmy,
saving his adult friend from further embarassment. "Actually, he raped
me."

"Did not Fuckface!" screamed his older mate.

"You did!"

   After a battle of childish retorts, Timmy turned his head to Jeff and
suggested: "We'll let Jeff decide...". The man frowned as the boy
started. "I can remember everything...it was summer and we'd just come back
from the public pool. I was wearing an orange speedo and Steve....hmmmm...
a black one. We went to my room to change and while I was bending over
to take my swim suit off my feet, he grabbed my waist and stuck his
dick in my butthole...it hurt like hell."

"You forgot to tell Jeff you WANTED it..." insisted Steve, feeling like
he was on trial.

"No way Jose!"

"Then how come you were moaning like a fuckin' girl?"

"Uh?"

   Clearing his throat for his best girlish impression and rubbing his
non-existent breasts, Steve cooed: "Oooo yesss....that feels good...Oooo
fuck me Steve... yeah, give it to me... harder!... Oh ye-"

"Okay. Shuddup." snapped Jeff. "I don't wanna hear about that." he lied.
"I wanna know how you met?"

   Timmy emptied his glass of milk and began.


HOCKEY NIGHT IV    by DEBONAIR
PART 4. 'Confessions.'

   Timmy was a quiet boy when Steve burst into his life. The new boy's
folks had purchased the duplex where his mother rented an apartment on the
second floor.

   Along with the fact that he was only twenty stairs away from Steve,
the boy was put in the same class and the same hockey team. Everywhere
Timmy looked, he was there. More present than his own shadow.

   At first, he despized the black-haired kid. The hyperactive imp
jumped like a grasshopper all the time, climbed on furniture, howled and
cursed worse than a pirate. Only a massive dose of Ritalin would slow
him down. Later, as years went by and Steve discovered onanism. Two or
three effective jack-offs a day had a nice calming effects on his frantic
little nerves. He stopped taking the pills alltogether.

   Ever since Timmy's deadbeat dad had left his mom for another twenty dollar
whore, he mopped and dragged his feet, his grades were falling. The
overwhelming exhuberance of the new neighbor was just the right medecine
he needed.

   Then again, having Steve for a best friend was like embarking on a
roller coaster ride. Timmy feared his little nine-year-old heart
wouldn't make it. The older boy, by five months, stole, vandalized and
defied whoever he met. Not satisfied with his criminal inclination, he
was also a full blown exhibitionist and a compulsive mooner!

   Whenever they were in a group of boys their age, just hanging, he
repeatedly did the silly entertainment, which made Timmy uncomfortable.
After all, he was his best friend and everything he did was associated
with him. When Steve was labelled a 'weirdo', he was of course a
'weirdo' too because of the friendship they shared.

   What Timmy hated the most was when Steve dropped his shorts to his
ankles and twisted his hips with an obscene shake. His hairless package
would bounce in his lap, much to the amusement of the kids who happened
to be there. Then he'd cupped his genitals and do a few pelvic thrusts to
show everybody how he had 'fucked' an imaginary girl once.

   He was more selective about the people he mooned. Mostly grumpy
adults and older teenagers who picked on him and Timmy. Any obscene
gesture or reprimand in Steve's direction was swiftly rewarded with an
appearance of his pale buttocks, presented proudly towards the jerk of
the day.

   One thing was sure, time flew fast in the company of the little clown.
Weekends were special for the boys. Timmy could hear the steps of his
friend as he climbed the stairs every Saturday and Sunday morning around
six o'clock, before the good cartoons.

   Steve liked to hop into bed with Timmy. The boy's warm smell was
trapped under the sheets. He'd pressed his smooth body against the other
kid and feel his satin skin. Timmy knew that her mother had a man
in her bed and now he had his.

   Immediately, they would lower their briefs under the blankets for a
little game of feeling up. Their hands didn't roam over their bodies,
they went directly to their crotches. During the day, they could touch
the other parts of their bodies as they pleased. But this ritual was for
them to touch each other there and only there. The little fingers felt
good there.

   Staring in each other eyes, giddy, they would fondle themselves into
a raging hard-on.

   One saturday, Timmy was wildy enjoying himself. His foreskin was
sliding on and off his dickhead like crazy. Steve was peeking under the
sheet to make sure his thumb and forefinger were placed correctly on the
small peter. He had been masturbating the boy for five minutes when he
squealed and jerked on the mattress.

"Wo! That was good... it felt like an electric shock!" smiled Timmy.

"Do it to me! I wanna feel it."

   Timmy gripped Steve's rod in his small hand. His friend was well-
endowed for a nine-year-old and he could wrapped his fist around the hot
shaft. With vigorous movement from his wrist, he pleasured the four
inches of boymeat. Steve was moaning softly. He increased the tempo and
bumped the bulbous circumcised knob again and again.

"Is it coming?" he inquired.

"Uhhh yessss faster man... uhhhh"

   A few more yanks and Steve jerked on the mattress like he'd been
lashed by a whip. "Ohhhhhhhhhh.....that was great!"

   Later, during their morning encounters, they discovered how a mouth
could satisfy their straining boners even better. Hiding under the
sheets, they would suck the life out of their penises for an hour until
the Turtles called them on the tube.

   Steve couldn't get enough. Timmy was more than willing to lend his
mouth. He gave him blow jobs everywhere there was an impression of
privacy. In the bushes, at the park, in the toilets. Even at the public
pool, under water, as the kids splashed and dove around them. A wicked
experience they laughed about for weeks.

   The two boys discovered anal intercourse soon after. There was this
older boy called Kyle at school who bragged about buttfucking his seven-
year-old little brother every day. At recess, he would collect the two bucks
required for the show he was staging on his bed after school. He even
made tickets with the inscription 'My big dick in my little brother's ass -
2$ - 3h15'.


                                -==-


   Kyle was twelve. A tall blond boy with scandinavian blood. He
started training his small sibbling at five-year-old. The first time,
he cuddled up with the boy in the bed they were sharing. It felt
good grinding his dick against his brother's cotton pajama. He humped him a
little and the toddler giggled, obviously thinking they were playing.

   For many nights, he humped the small boy to a dry but satisfying
orgasm. Then he would allow the young kid do the same and come as hard
as he did. Their innocent game of rubbing developped over the months
and Kyle began to request leg fucks from his brother Michael.

   The little boy, happy from the attention he was getting from his big
brother offered every time his thin legs. Holding his thighs together
firmly, feet in the air, he watched the older boy's penis slide back and
forth. It was funny. One moment a shiny red knob bursting from the
slit of his white lap, then nothing. Then again the same swollen tip.

   It was that way that Kyle shot his first load, inundating his
brother's chest with sticky white cream. Kyle despized his ability to
make babies. It was hell to clean up and Michael smelled bad
afterwards. Their mom would definitly discover his dirty play if he
didn't find a way to make the evidence disappear.

   That's when he began to hump his brother's butt. The darn thing was
so perfect for his job. He could slip his hard weenie in the crack and
emprison it between the firm twin globes. But the most useful
characteristic of this gift from nature was that after he had rubbed his
boner in the smooth buttocks, he could shove the tip of his penis inside
the hole and deliver his timid wad inside it, where the sun don't shine.

   Nobody would know. His secret was hidden in Michael's poop chute. The
blond child didn't seem to mind. He only yelped and complained when the
hard intruder took him by surprise and popped in his rectum. Afterwards,
he could feel the slimy substance inside him, something which he was
elated about.

   Kyle grew more courageous in his sex-play with Michael over
the years. It was stupid to stay outside the kid and possibly risk
spraying the boy's back or worse, the carpet or bedsheets. So he coaxed his
willing brother to try buttbanging. He went slow at first and graduated
rapidly to full contact fuck.

   Their daily encounter brought them closer together, probably more than
any brothers in the world. Michael loved it and Kyle even more
understandably.

   After hearing on tv about the XXX movie industry's profits, the
entrepreneur in Kyle figured he could make a few bucks with his
brother's horny ass and make up for his pathetic allowance. Whether
there was somebody watching his coupling or not didn't bother him, he
was gonna fuck his little brother anyway.

   They agreed to do it and split the money fifty-fifty.


                                -==-


   Timmy decided to see the show out of curiosity. He believed Kyle was
bluffing. Anyhow, it would be a way to spend time after school.
He lent the two dollars to Steve and they followed Kyle to his
house. On the porch, two other kids joined them.

   In the brothers' room, Timmy surveyed intently the little squirt
about to be supposedly fucked. He was small for seven-year-old, blond
like his elder, and displaying a sly grin.

"C'mon!" urged Steve.

"I bet he just sticks the tip in him..."  doubted another observer.

   While Kyle fetched the vaseline out of the medecine cabinet, Michael
began to unzip his skimpy red shorts. "Don't worry, you'll get your
money's worth." he said with his high-pitched voice. He pulled down his
shorts and underwear to his ankles, exposing his small white butt. On
all fours, he wiggled his behind at the audience, tugging his t-shirt up
his slender back for everyone to have a great view.

   Kyle jumped behind his little brother and quickly released his
straining hard-on from his blue jeans. It stuck out from his body,
glistening with natural lubricant, throbbing from excitement. Timmy's
heart raced. This was gonna be for real!

   The twelve-year-old smeared a liberal amount of vaseline on his
erection and poked two fingers inside Michael's frequently used asshole.
The small boy cooed and braced himself for the wild ride.

"He likes it... I think he's a pansy!" bawled Kyle as he rubbed his
dickhead at the rectal opening of his younger brother.

   The crowd watched silently. With a slow forward thrust, Kyle leaned
into his kid brother's butthole. In a matter of seconds, his five
incher was buried to the hilt in the soft asscheeks.

"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" moaned Michael.

   The older boy grabbed his narrow hips and began sodomising him in
earnest right away. Timmy looked at Steve, mouth agape from what he was
seeing. Kyle's cock was moving in and out, almost coming out of
the stretched hole and then ramming back home again. His heavy scrotum
swung between his legs and bumped against the smaller boy's sack.

"Uhhh UHhh UHhhh" Kyle grunted. "Uhhhh Oh god Ohh Uhhh UHh"

   He was really hammering the kid's butt, thrusting furiously inside
his rectum. If the strong hands hadn't held him steady, Michael would have
literally been thrown against the wall from the force of the pelvic
slam. The robust smell of anal sex filled the small bedroom and the bed
squeaked with every assault in the wailing seven-year-old.

"Ohhh yeah here it comes!" cried Kyle.

   He pulled Michael's little butt on his spasming cock and unloaded shots
after shots of burning cream inside his bowels, crying with delight.
Like a dog, he stayed inside his brother until his sex soften. The look
on the faces said it all. He had given a terrific show this afternoon.

   The audience was allowed to examine the fuckee's violated orifice. It
could have been all a brilliant illusion, a magic trick. When Timmy's
turn arrived, he spread the boy's round buns. The kid's asshole was
puffy, opening and closing, still in fuck mode, almost inviting him to
take the plunge.

   He looked closer and saw the 'snot' in there that Kyle had deposited.
Penis snot. That's what they called it. If you weren't careful in the
school bathroom, you could be sure an older boy would 'sneeze' on you.
Since the learning establishment had grades from one to eight, the
younger tykes were the butt of all the jokes from the seniors.

   It happened to Timmy in time. He asked his teacher to go number one
during class, a bad time. As he ran to the washrooms, holding his
crotch, the rumors echoed in his head.

   Sure enough, when he pushed the door, he saw them, Chip and Zack,
smoking and trying to look tough. But he had to go really bad!

   The two bullies watched him select a urinal. They thought he was
brave, most kids fled at the sight of their mugs. He unzipped his
shorts, wiggling his little rear end. "Isin't he cute?" Chip
laughed as they surrounded him while he relieved his aching bladder.

"I see you brought your eraser with ya little twerp?"

"Is this your dick or do you pee out of your bellybutton?"

   After he had finished, the ritual unfolded. He was dragged to a
stall and roughly undressed. His t-shirt almost torn off of him, his
little shorts and underwear frantically discarded.

   Timmy cried, utterly frightened. Chip and Zack dropped their jeans
and began to masturbate in front of him. Their fists around their penises
pumped madly, summoning the young juice to flow. All he was thinking
about was that he was late for class and the other kids would think he
had jacked-off in here, when in fact it was quite the opposite.

   The contorted faces of the older boys scared him. The purple head of
their big cocks too. The pisshole was opening, winking at him. "Oh
yeaahhh." groaned Chip. Timmy stared at the boy's penis shooting snot on
him. It flew from the tip and hit his left nipple. The other boy
climaxed too, spraying his face with the thick cream.

   It was the most humiliating event of his young life. He had to do the
clean-up too with toilet paper. The thin material stuck to his body as
the sticky substance clung to him like glue.

   Every boy in class knew what had happened from the look on his face.
He couldn't help but blush. Thanks to the code of honor amongst them, he
was spared from the silly jokes. Only Steve threw him a piece of paper
with the mention: "AH! Slimed!"

   Timmy went back again and again to Kyle's show, sometimes skipping
one or two days of course in order to avoid the rumors that he liked
watching boys fuck. A faggot label is the last thing you want when
you're nine.

   Alone with the brothers, he could make special requests. The boys
obliged on the promise of an additional dollar. He made them strip
completely first and do a sixty-nine before the anal coitus. If they
only did the latter, it seemed to him bestial and vulgar. At least now,
they sucked their dicks brotherly. The affection they had for each other
made it more bearable for Timmy afterwards when he stared at the brutal
buggering of the boytoy.

   He liked to have the control of the spectacle. He could make Michael
get fucked on his back, feet in the air. That way, he would see better.
Or he could select a position he enjoyed even more, Michael on top
impalling himself on his brother's pillar and masturbating until he
screamed in ecstaty and the older boy flooded his bowels with kidcum.

   In his bath, Timmy pushed one than two soapy fingers in his virgin
anus to find out how Kyle's cock would feel in there. Poking and
exploring, he touched his sensitive immature prostate. He rubbed the
spot and his limp penis grew to full attention. Amazing discovery in his
nine-year-old mind.

   He figured Steve's cock couldn't hurt that much in his ass and probed
the issue with him. The boy wasn't as excited with the task at hand.
"That's where poop comes out dummy!"

   The thing was put on hold for two weeks until the day he was changing
in his room, bent over with his pink pucker exposed. First he heard
Steve giggle behind him and grasp his waist. Then the humid knob of his hard-
on quickly found his anus making him shudder with the sudden realization he
was gonna lose his virginity for sure.

"Uhhhh uhhhhhh" he grunted as the child's weapon enlarged the ring of
his virgin hole. He pushed his hips back to meet the boy's rod, opening
himself up for the penetration.

   It happened. Steve's hard cock slipped into him. Two inches, three,
four, he had it all in his guts. They were fused together. His knees
were like rubber. He felt the full length plow him for a couple of
minutes and then the orgasmic spasms as his best friend climaxed inside of
him.

   It took more time to convince Steve to let him fuck his gorgeous butt
but eventually he deflowered him. From then on, they were inseperable,
bonded by sex.


HOCKEY NIGHT V    by DEBONAIR
PART 5.  'Partytime.'

    "Bleeding works of art."
    "Seething work so dark."
    "Seering words from the heart."
    "A canvas to paint, to degenerate."
    "Dark reflections-degeneration."
    "A canvas to paint, to denigrate."
    "Dark reflections, of dark foul light."

   Jeff parked the car and stopped the engine. The last guitar riffs of
Carcass faded away.

"I don't know how you can listen to this and keep your sanity!?" he
confided.

"We don't." answered the boys.

"Looks like Coach McGregor has no income problems." observed Jeff,
glancing at the big house through the windshield.

"You're gonna love this!" Timmy cheered. "It's HUGE. There's video
games and pinball machines and billiard tables and a pool and..."

  They hurried out the Honda into the mansion, excited with the little
party the coach had organized before the game. Already, the rest of the
team was there, screaming and running loose.

  Through the hallway, Jeff quickly surveyed the marble statues before
entering the main living room. On all the walls, pictures and
paintings of naked boys stared back at him. Not lewd smut, but perfect
representations of the beauty of these magnificient subjects of the
human race.

  The Blazers talked and wrestled around him while he scanned the
luxurious room. Glass tables on thick carpeting blocked his path. In one
corner a beautiful piano, which seemed small under the high ceiling
it was dwelling, made the whole atmosphere chic and snubby. 'Geez, coach
sure lives the higher life'. He noticed Josh jumping on a black leather
love-seat and barked at him.

"Get off that now! Do you know how much this costs?"

"Let him... They're just boys."  smiled Coach McGregor.

"Hi sir. I didn't see you come in..."

"Timmy informed me you'd arrived. We gotta talk, come with me..."

   Jeff followed the man, examining his muscular stature. He still
looked young for forty-five. James McGregor had been a model throughout
the seventies, posing for tv ads and magazines, and obviously had not
lost his masculine appeal. After that, he had opened gyms around town and
got into the business of porn. That's all Jeff knew about the man. He
wondered as they walked how big was his stash. Now that he knew that
the coach liked boys too, he got a little nervous. Everything felt so
unreal.

   In the kitchen, he sat in front of him, looking through the glass
doors at the nude kids doing cannonballs in the indoor pool.

"I've made my *special* lasagna for the boys." said Coach McGregor.

"Timmy loves pasta."

"I know...So... how's it going with Timmy?"

"Uh?"

"He tells me you're a great guy. He likes you more than you know Jeff. I
saw that the first time you volunteered for the team." The man paused.
"I encouraged him too, to get closer..."

"You sent him to me!?" Jeff snapped, slightly angered.

"I may have encouraged him, but he's the one who seduced you..."

   Jeff blushed. He knew about the man's little illegal videos and now
McGregor had some 'dirt' on him too.

"Don't you feel lousy doing that stuff with them?" he asked.

"No. But I can see how you could...if you thought sex was bad and dirty.
Have you been brainwashed too Jeff?"

"They are so young and small..."

"AH! At twelve, Rick is five feet ten, 150 pounds and hornier than a rabbit!"

   The coach had all the answers it seemed. Jeff's temper flared a
little. For him it was only innocent sex-play. For the coach, he knew it
was a way of life.

"So what was it that you wanted to talk to me about sir?" he snapped.

   Suddenly the older's man face turned serious.

"Timmy. I want him to stop selling his ass to anybody. I want YOU to
keep an eye on him. I will even give you money to help out."

"Why?"

"He deserves a break. I wish I could take care of him but I don't have
the time."

"Sure. Deal." concluded Jeff, mildly astonished with the request.

   A nude Josh burst in the kitchen, dripping wet, not at all embarassed
of his exposed hairless genitals.

"When do we eat? I'm starving!" he bawled.

"As soon as you're decent young man!" the coach smiled.


                                -==-


   By the end of the second period, the Blazers were losing 10 to
nothing! Jeff patted the backs of the young pee-wee's sitting on the
bench, trying to sound as positive as possible. "It's only a game boys!
Try to have fun."

   They had never lost so bad. It was highly unusual since they were
playing the Braves, a pathetic team by his standards. Jeff kept
adjusting the hard-on in his jeans. The damn thing wouldn't go limp. His
whole body was in a state of constant arousal. Erotic images surged in
his head, his legs were shaking, his balls tingling like crazy.

   He wasn't the only one suffering. All the kids seemed to be affected
by the same dirty virus. They skated slowly, fell on the ice repeatedly
and he could see on their little faces the signs of interior struggle.

   Hell, they were horny like him! The coach approached Jeff and
whispered in his ear. "Did you like my *special* lasagna?" Lasagna! The
old bastard had put something in the pasta.

"We'll forfeit this game!" shouted Coach McGregor in the direction of
the other bench. "But only this time!"

   The older man was the last one in the dressing room and he locked the door
behind him, something Coach McGregor always did to keep the parents from
flooding the small locker. "Your son is a man now. He needs to take care of
himself all alone." he had said to them.

   The boisterous boys wriggled out of the heavy equipment faster than never
before. Their jock straps were far in front of their bodies from the
erections hiding under them. Timmy and Steve smiled slyly from the
palpable sexual tension. They all hit the showers in a flash, giggling
merrilly and sporting iron-like boners ripe for pleasure.

   Jeff glanced at the smelly clothes on the floor and then moved closer
to the shower room. All the kids scrubbed themselves like after any other
game, eyeing the other boys' crotches. Every lad's naked body was shining and
glistening. The more overt boys played with their pricks, fondling them
gently with soapy fingers.

   Once in a while, contagious gigglings were started by the younger
boys for it was clear that every member of the hockey team was excited.
It would have been hypocrite to ignore the fact.

   Steve grasped the waist of the youngest kid and rubbed himself on his
belly. Things degenerated rapidly. Timmy joined them with Josh. Across
the room, a mountain of slippery bodies piled up on the ceramic floor.

   Jeff watched them grinding their hips against each other, seeking
a patch of soft skin to rub upon. Their groans came in waves in
accordance with the growing crescendo of the sexual frenzy.

   The others, still standing paralyzed, wet and soapy, glanced at the
coach to see if it was ok and he rewarded them with a grin. The call of
the wild was answered. They unleashed the fever rumbling in their guts.

   The twenty unbashful slick boys touched their young penises, squeezed
buns here and there and tickled whomever they bumped into. One fantastic
party.

   The team captain, Patrick, quickly found two boys to help him out.
One to nibble his balls, another one to suck his cock. They masturbated
furiously as they worked on Patrick's groin, alternating to let the
other one have a taste of the turgid piece of flesh.

   In the corner, a boy was laughing as two teammates rubbed their
erections under his hairless armpits. He clamped his arms close to his
sides and watched the two red knobs appear and disappear next to
his hard pinpoint nipples.

   The tykes who were close friends dropped on the floor for a sixty-
nine. They probably did it all the time but never in public for sure.
All around, couples formed, on one top of the other, swallowing boycocks
being shoved in their faces.

   Jeff was dizzy looking at the young athletes fornicating. Whether the
dick of a boy was two, three, four, five or six inches, circumcised or
not, a fist was around it to pump it or a mouth was engulfing it for a
slurpy suck. The sounds coming from the orgy hit Jeff like a ton of bricks.
A buzz consisting of moans of pleasure was in the background all the time.
It was punctuated with boyish giggles, groans and hissing as lips met
cockheads.

"Come on!" waved Timmy to the adults.

   Coach McGregor didn't have to be told twice. He and Jeff slipped out
of the confinement of their garments. Jeff had never seen the coach's
dick. He gasped loudly when the nine inches exploded from his briefs.
The old man selected right away a suitable boy and knelt behind him.
The kid looked like a young Leo DiCaprio. Definitly an excellent choice.
He parted his almost non-existent asscheeks to lick the pink
pucker of the smiling child who was getting head from another boy.

   Cory, a cheeky vietnamese kid, knelt in front of Jeff as he entered
the steamy room. He guided his big cock into his small hungry mouth. Jeff
almost came there. The little lips were soon in contact with his shaved
pubes. He gripped the little boy's head and fucked his face, driving his
long prick down his throat.

   Slowly, a group of kids on the tiles escaped from the heap and untangled
their limbs. Stu, an eleven-year-old rookie was pushed to the floor. While
one boy held his ankles in the air, feeding his penis to his mouth, another
one sank a stiff cock in his butt as far as it could go. A third kid
sucked the fuckee awaiting his turn at the tight ass.

   The young boy tried to relax from the intrusion he was getting at
both ends in order to enjoy the pleasure of his first blow job. His eyes
went wild as the bigger boy between his legs sped up, buttfucking him in
earnest in his virgin hole. His screams of pain were muffled by the
prick filling his cavity. He sucked madly and pushed the third boy's
head on his small cock, urging him to suck harder and alienate the pain.

   Jeff's cock slipped out of the viatnamese kid's mouth. Steve leaped
out of nowhere on the loose boy and bend him over swiftly. With a few
thrusts he was inside his bottom for a steady fuck. The child squirmed
and grunted as the six inches plowed deep inside of him.

   Jeff, seeing this, lathered up his erection and rubbed it in the crack
of Steve sexy ass. "Remember this." he whispered as he leaned into him. The
black-haired boy hissed and stopped moving to feel the adult cock
invading his bowels. When he had it all to the hilt, he continued
screwing the asian kid, now with the vigor of Jeff's pelvic rushes in
his butt to help him.

   The two boys who serviced Patrick sprawled on the floor to take care
of their aching stiffies. One on top of the other, they sucked each
other's penis, already red from the vigorous fisting they had gone
through. Patrick pressed the blunt end of his cock to the anus of one of
the kids. Stanley, his best pal, lined up in front of the hole of the
other child. Together, they penetrated them right up to the balls and
pumped their little asses silly while they blew their small dicks.

   The other partners who were 69ing went on to anal sex. Boys got behind
other boys, to stick their dicks up their friends' fanny or hold their
legs in the air to bounce on them with animalistic lust. A third kid
sometimes supplemented the act by shoving his meat in either of the two
fucking boys' mouths or by sucking the receiver's penis.

   The coach pulled his tongue out of the boy he was rimming. Bending
him against the wall, he pushed his hard cock in the kid's loosened
hole. The latter grimaced with every grunt of the coach indicating
another inch was entering his rectum.

   Timmy who had been pleasuring a twelve-year-old's rod, presented
his butt for the taking. His eager partner grasped his waist and banged
him furiously right from the start in his well-used asshole. Always
generous with his body, Timmy didn't complained when Matt plunged his
boydick down his throat for a thorough fuck of both his orifices.

   Some boys went from one hole to the other, eager bees gathering more
and more pleasure from every flower.

   The sound of little balls slapping against little firm buns echoed in
the room. Jeff was enthralled by it all, so much bare skin, so many boys
celebrating their unbridled sexuality.

   A blond lad was getting nailed so hard, the pressure on his bladder
so intense, that urine gushed out from his half-erect peter.

   Everywhere on the floor, chains of pre-pubescent boys were forming.
Two, three, four and five at a time, they sucked and fucked each other.

   Coach McGregor rammed his big cock inside the young boy in front of
him like there was no tommorow. He masturbated his small penis with the
tempo of his buggering. The skinny kid groaned and shot a powerful rope
of cum on the shower wall with the man's large organ still buried in his
entrails. The Coach pulled out of him, crying from the orgasm about to
wash over his body. Three boys crawled to his feet just in time to be
showered with the man's semen. Blasts of hot cream spurted out of the
tip of his cannon into their wide-opened mouths as if they were chicks
waiting for a juicy worm from their mother.

   It didn't take long for Jeff to climax. He sprayed Steve's insides
with his boiling jism while he did the same to the asian kid in front.

   Patrick freed his cock from the clenching asshole he was fucking. His
cum-ladden testicles tightened to shoot jets of boyjuice in the gaping
opening. Most of it fell on the boy who was sucking the kid he had just
porked, drenching his cute face with his slimy load. The same happened
at the other end. The two kids continued eating their short penises,
slurping the seed on their lips and on the adjoining crotch.

   The boys with unsatisfied willys found a mouth or a butthole easilly to
take care of it amidst the crowd of spasming bodies.

   The yelps of ecstasy exploded in short intervals, as boys climaxed in
their buddies' asses or mouths. Jeff tried to get a glimpse of all the
kids coming, all the young penises releasing their loads, like little
geysers of fresh sperm.

   When it was over, Stu had been the favorite boy of the gang-bang. He
had counted seven boys sodomising him one after the other. Timmy had
came two times and Steve at least four.

   Spunk oozed out of the kids' abused little holes or made liquid
pearls on their chins and chests as they regained their compusure on the
floor, panting and smiling.


HOCKEY NIGHT VI    by DEBONAIR
PART 6.  'The gift.'

    When Timmy was ten and a half, things went sour. His mother got
into cocaine and suddenly all the money in the house disappeared in her
nose. The new clothes at the beginning of the school year weren't there.
The meals changed from nutritious homemade cooking to tv dinners and
snacks.

   Steve was nice enough to lend him his stuff and invite him for supper
as much as he could. However, he still looked like a bum, underfed with
unruly brown locks on his head and holes in his sweat pants.

   Timmy insisted on repaying his debt to Steve the only way he knew, by
giving his body to him for sex sessions. Soon, it was natural in his
mind to use his ass and mouth like a currency. A blow job to Cory for a
pack of cigarettes. A buttfuck with Patrick for his half-used running
shoes.

   The first real john he did turned out to be quite an adventure. The
man came to him in an arcade as he was playing Operation Wolf. The
bright colors flashed in his face and he noticed the silhouette in the
reflection of the glass, centimeters behind his short body.

"You really can shoot that gun kid!" the stranger exclaimed.

"Nope. I don't jizz yet." he retorted coldly.

"I see you're a comedian. A comedian with a cute ass..."

   Since Timmy didn't know the ins and outs of boy tricks, the situation
was confusing. A million things bounced in his mind. He glimpsed sideways
at the man who had stepped next to him, keeping an eye on his game. The
outline of the man's hard-on was clearly visible in his tight jeans.
Immediately he realized the dork was hot for him. Gee. How much? How
long? Where??

"Hey. If you want it, it's gonna cost ya..uhmmm....10 bucks." he said.

"Sure kid."

   '10 bucks! the bargain of the century.' the man smiled in his head.
He watched the boy finish his game and they headed to his car.

   Timmy's heart was pounding, this guy was old enough to be his father. He
had heard about what strange men did to little boys like him. Beat them
and then slice them up into bite-sized pieces.

"My wife is away this weekend. We'll have the house to ourselves." the
man blurted to shake the boy out of his daydreaming.

"You married mister?"

"Yup. And I work for Hershey. Hope you like chocolate?"

"Yeah!"

   They talked about everything and nothing all at once. Timmy looked at
the road, lounging in the comfortable seat of the Chrysler New Yorker.
They took a bridge to the south shore, deep in the tranquil suburbia.
The car eased in the driveway of a medium-sized house that was
screaming middle-class.

   For a second, Timmy wished the strange man was his father and the
house, his home. He longed to have a real family. People who cared.
The big adult hand of his client caressed his knee reminding him
brutally of his role.

"Do you have a big dick mister?" he inquired, slightly scared of what he
had gotten into. "I've never done it with a man."

"Don't worry boy. We'll start small and go on to bigger things."

   The answer didn't help. His soul was tormented. Inside the house, he
was guided through a corridor and down a stairwell. With each step he
took, gigglings and voices emanating from the basement amplified. The
big room at the end of the stairs, lavishly decorated, was some kind of
playroom for two teenage boys who were enjoying a game of table hockey.

"Hi dad!" they shouted in unison.

"Boys! I brought you a gift. Since you both had straight 'A's, I figured
you deserved it. This here will be your first whore."

   Timmy surveyed the man's sons, assessing the odd situation. The
bigger one looked like fourteen while his brother must have been
thirteen. They both had brown hair, slim builds and preppy clothes.

"Hey! Ten bucks was only for one!" he frowned.

"Ok then. Three times ten, that's thirty." the man replied.

   The logic startled Timmy. Three cocks in his ten-year-old bum. Ouch!
But thirty dollars sure sounded interesting.

"What's your name kid?" the man asked.

"Timothy."

"Well Timothy, this is my oldest son Sam and his brother Danny. You can
call me Artie."

   Timmy noded to them.

"Can we really fuck him?" peeped the younger one.

"Yes. You can do whatever you want. It's a gift. Show them some skin
Timothy! Show us what you got."

   Unique offspring of a one-parent family, Timmy thought the whole
thing was normal. Just a cool father introducing his boys to the
joys of sex, that's it. He kicked his shoes in the middle of the room.
The two teenagers quickly surrounded him and tugged at his t-shirt and
sweat pants. Blushing bright red, he pulled down his briefs and found
himself naked for the horny family.

"He's just a baby dad!" exlaimed Sam. "See, no hair on him."

"Does it matter son?"

"I don't think so!" chuckled Danny. "He's already hard!" he added,
cupping the bulge of his older brother.

   Timmy got horizontal on the carpet and glanced at the two teenagers
freeing their circumcised cocks from the zipper of their jeans. They
knelt on each side and fed their throbbing penises to his mouth, more
to please their dad than themselves.

   Timmy held on to the hunks of meat, feeling the heat they gave off in
his little fists. Sam's pole was the biggest at six inches while his
brother's was only an inch shorter.

   In between the two tall sibblings, Timmy's pale naked body looked
like a doll with tiny feet and tiny hands. The hard rods, sticking out
from a patch of hair, were slim and poking at his rosy cheeks,
surprinsingly big compared to his small head. In fact, if one of the dicks
had been shoved in his ear, it would have surely come out the other side.

   Timmy steered the first penis between his lips and sucked on it for
thirty seconds, then replaced it with other boy's prick for more of the same.
The two boys moaned and smiled at each other, sharing the wicked pleasure of
being given a blow-job by a poor little street boy.

"Suck Timothy damn! Don't be selfish. Can't you see he needs it." the
man shouted.

   The brothers arched their bodies and began nibbling Timmy's balls. Sam
licked the stem of his pecker, holding his foreskin back with two fingers and
Danny sucked the bulb. Tim was in heaven. Two mouths on his dick! They had
obviously practiced on each other before. The constant flicking of their
slippery tongues was sweet torture on his sensitive miniature cockhead.

   Sam's dick slipped out of his mouth as the two brothers jumped to remove
their clothes frantically. They were getting into it now. Timmy had a clear
view of their more developped bodies. Their boners, pointing at the ceiling,
were literally spewing pre-cum. They dropped to the floor, next to him,
assuming the all too familiar sixty-nine position and ate ravenously their
teenage dicks, leaving him alone with nothing to do.

   He was instructed by Artie to lick his sons' asses, an order he
executed happilly, darting his little tongue in each brother's butthole.
The incestuous boys moaned in delight from his ministrations just like
Steve did when he rimmed him.

   Artie was impressed with the slut-boy. He watched silently as the ten-
year-old pressed his face in Sam's butt for a minute of rectum probing
before scooting to the other end for another taste of boyhole, courtesy
of Danny.

"Hop to it! You get to fuck first Danny!" the man exclaimed.

   The brothers collapsed next to each other, eyeing Timmy with an
undeniable lust. He in return, flaunted obscenely his little fanny, on
all fours.

"You want this.." he cooed.

   They jumped on him, giving playful swats to his adorable rear end.
Artie threw a tube of KY to Danny, which he used to lubricate his hard-
on while his older brother flipped the live present on his back.

   Timmy had his legs in the air in no time, like a regular slut. He
looked forward to the youngest son's meat. Similar to Steve's appendage,
maybe slightly bigger, it was to be a welcomed change of intrusion in
his hungry butt.

   Sam sat on his face, slidding his crack on his nose for more butt-
licking. Timmy complied, snaking his little tongue in the anus and munching
on the ball-sack of the fourteen-year-old. He yelped in the moist tunnel
when the adolescent prick of Danny stretched his puckered hole. Tensed
fingers dug in his legs to lift them higher in order to find the perfect
angle of penetration that would deliver the key to his guarded rectum.

   With anxious and careful thrusts, Danny explored the clenching
sphincter, pushing the tip of his cock in and out. He held his breath
and drove half of his impossibly hard penis inside, almost
climaxing from the strangling ring of flesh.

"Aow!" complained Sam. Timmy had just bit his scrotum in response to the
pain surging from his backside. "Don't bite this!" the teenager said as
he plunged his big pole down the boy's throat.

   Together, the brothers moved their cocks in Timmy at both ends,
seeking a comfortable avenue. Danny found it first and began slamming
his cock back and forth in the hot little asshole. Sam hunched forward,
sending his big gun way passed Timmy's tonsils. He began fucking his
face as if it was a juicy cunt with eyes.

   The muffled moans of Timmy filled the basement. He was enjoying the
ride and felt rather proud of his feat. Satisfying two big boys like
that isn't child's play. He was drenched in both his sweat and the
sibblings' more musky emissions. The two fuck poles plowed deep into
him. They were electrfying his body, tickling his particular boyish need of
submission. On top of it all, the maker of both little males in heat was
right there, watching and spewing nasty things. Words he had already heard
many times before.

"That's it boys, FUCK that little whore!"

"HARDER! Give it to him Sam!"

"Fill his little ASS with your CUM Danny!"

"I want that boy to LIMP OUT of this house!"

   Sam, put his hand behind his back and twisted Timmy's hard nipples,
looking at the result on the boy's face as he pushed his penis in his
small mouth. Sure thing, Timmy winced and twitched on the floor from
that other source of sensations.

   He pulled on his legs, inviting Danny to screw him harder. The
pleasure was far worth the initial pain. Longing for the new cock, he
opened his anus, allowing further entrance to the young rod. Danny, sank
into him only to come out and try to achieve an even deeper invasion.

"Ohhh Thanks dad! Ohhh ohhhh this is grrrrreat... ohhh my dick is gonna
explode!" he cheered.

   He looked down at his erection coming in and out of the red hole,
increasing the tempo of the copulation. "Ohhh Ohhh ohhhhh". The loose hole
was perfect for the size of his penis and he could fuck as hard and as fast
as he wished. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh ohhhhhhhhhhhh"

   After a dozen amazingly fast strokes inside Timmy's anus, his body
shuddered erratically. With his eyes glazed over, the thirteen-year-old
orgasmed, releasing squirt after blissful squirt of young seed in the
narrow passage.

   Before he had even pulled out his spent little limp prick, his father
growled:

"Go ahead, fuck him Sam, I'm counting on you to make him squeal!"

   Timmy a little ruffled with the man's sentence crawled to a couch and
rested his chest on it, spreading his knees wide on the floor. His hands
parted his round buns exposing a quivering little shithole begging to be
fucked.

"Cmon!" he defied. "I can take it... I bet you're only half as good as
your little brother..."

   Sam contemplated the wet opening and stroked his erection gently,
putting more lubricant on it, reminding himself to take it slow and not
blow the opportunity to have a long fuck inside a ten-year-old butt. The
tighteness and heat had him grimacing as he pushed his bloated knob
inside the little kid. He watched his prick disappear in the warm
tunnel, swallowing his considerable meat inch by inch.

   Timmy yelped and drove his nails in his buttocks as the big boy took
possession of his guts.

   When his balls were crushed against Timmy's ass, Sam groaned and grasped
the ten-year-old's shoulders. "How does it feel little bastard?" he whispered.
He left his rigid organ there, soaking in the power he had between
his legs. "I'm ready. What are you waiting for?" said Timmy, even though
a dull pain shot from his behind. Sam stabbed him a first time with his
weapon and continued again and again, slidding in his brother's slippery jism.

   He fought to restrain his urgent need for relief but soon had control over
it and it was wonderful. Just his pulsating prick moving in and out of a
clinging little asshole. It streched around his shaft and nibbled his
cockhead. The battle was to be won by him. The little boy squirmed and
cried as he pistonned furiously his hiney. Liquid funk trickled down his
white thighs.

"You're gonna kill him!" worried Danny.

"No way!" snapped the man. "This boy is getting the fuck of his
life and I'm gonna make sure to outdo that afterwards..."

   Faster and faster Sam hammered Timmy's ass. Timmy wanted to bounce or
something. He wanted to rock with the rhythm of the coitus, but his
hips, pressed against the edge of the couch, had him locked motionless
as the big pole plowed deep inside of him. It reached depths of his
little body he never thought were possible to touch.

"UNNN UNNN UNNNNN UNNNNNN UNNNN UHH UNNNN" he complained from the violent
assaults in his butt.

"That's it Sam! Open him up for daddy's cock!" the man cheered.

   The teenager, lost in his transe, fucked Timmy like a locomotive,
giving him the full length of his steely hard-on with all his might.
After fifteen minutes of steady bump and grind, he went nuts and filled
the small boy with his juice, mixing it with the viscous cum already there.
He smiled and grunted spilling his abundant load.

   When the man's turn came, he picked-up Timmy like a baby. The naked
ten-year-old, completely exhausted, laid limp in the strong arms. Artie
brought the boy to the pool table and rolled him on his stomach, bent
over on the edge, his short white legs dangling above the carpet. He
caressed and kissed his white buttocks, parted them for a
thorough tongue bath of his violated boyhole.

    Before continuing his anilingus, he dropped his pants to his ankles,
releasing his jutting adult member. Timmy didn't look back upon hearing
the zipper lowering. He knew the last cock would be huge and he feared he
would chicken out, making the big man angry. Hopelessly scared, he just
closed his eyes, bracing himself to feel the painful prong.

    Artie fondled his fat nine-incher a second, admiring the backside
he would penetrate in time. Sensing the ten-year-old's distress, he
slithered his tongue into him again to see if he was ready, at the same
time massaging his slender back and skinny legs.

    It was clear to see for Sam and Danny that their daddy was licking
their cum in the boy's gaping butthole. Artie's oral instrument disappeared
inside the dilated opening time and time again. They wondered if he
would do it to them someday.

    The man resumed jabbing his tongue in the slimy hole and migrated
south to chew on the pink marble-sized balls of the kid. Both of them
could fit easily in his mouth. He grabbed Timmy's erect pecker from
between his thighs, pulling it 180 degrees, bringing it to his lips.
The tiny head was delicious on his tastebuds. He sucked the little
morsel from the backdoor, totally ecstastic with its smootheness.

   Timmy relaxed and sighed happilly from the erotic attention. His
whole tail was wet with saliva and teenage boyjuice. Two feet above the
carpet, his little toes curled up.

   But his moans suddenly turned to screams when the crown of the man's big
pole entered his butt violently. He groped for something to hold on but in
vain, his fingers slipped on the smooth green carpeting of the pool table.

"Arggg It's too big mister!" he pleaded, feeling the intruder invade his
bowels.

"Ohhhh yesss you're one tight little fairie." Artie hissed.

   Timmy tried to poop the bulk out but by doing it only allowed
easier entrance to the first four inches of manmeat. He begged and cried
the rest of the way, feeling his chute getting stuffed with what he
thought was the biggest cock in the world.

   After he had expanded the slick tunnel with his throbbing phallus,
the man slowly withdrew his penis and shoved it inside forcefully.
He fucked harder and faster, relishing the clasping asshole and
the presence of his two sons staring at his work. He hit the joy
spot inside Timmy with every inward thrust and the ten-year-old let out
an unctuous "uhhhmmm" in between his wails. The small boy was like a mass
of quivering jelly, a little package of excited nerves around his penis.

    His cock was so hard, he imagined he could lean back and
have the boy dangling in the air, impaled on his pole. It was heavenly.
Getting more aggressive, he started to pound savagely the firm little bottom,
grunting with each effort. Faster and faster and harder.

   Timmy cried, overwhelmed with the convulsions of pain and pleasure.
It felt like a one hundred degree baseball bat was ramming in his
insides. But soon, what had begun as excruciating torture gradually felt
good. "Oh fuck me..." he moaned with his high-pitched plaintive voice.

"What's that?"

"FUCK ME!".

    His buns shook as Artie's hips collided with them. He felt
the heavy balls bounce on his inner thighs. "Yeahhh yeahhhhhhhh"

   The big pillar brushed his prostate again and again, making the familiar
stirrings in his loins come alive. "Ohhhh ohhh oohhhhh" he groaned until
finally the waves of a first anal orgasm rushed all over his jerking
body. His legs trembled in mid-air.

   The man took a halt, elated with his handy job. He waited for the spasming
little boy to calm down, pulled out with a loud pop and lowered him to the
ground on his knees.

"Now that you've had your fun, it's my turn."

   Holding Timmy's head steady by a handful of light brown hair, he
masturbated his long dong. Timmy's eyes were wide. He couldn't
understand how he could have had the monster under his nose, buried
up his butt seconds before. Now he felt empty like after an enema.

"Urhhh uhhh I'm cummmming, Open your mouth! now!" the man commanded.

   Spurts after spurts of burning sperm erupted onto Timmy's face and
filled his mouth. The powerful jet tickled his uvula and plastered his
tongue. It woudn't stop coming, eliciting groans of pleasure from the
big adult. In the end, Timmy's mug was dripping with a pint of the man's
cream.

   As promised by Artie, he couldn't walk straight.


HOCKEY NIGHT VII    by DEBONAIR
PART 7.  'New Home.'

   Timmy was ecstatic when they drove away from the arena. Mostly
because he had enjoyed to the max the little orgy in the showers but also
because of the news he could spend more nights at Jeff's appartment.

   The following week, Jeff set up a room for the boy. He moved his ski
equipment and sold all the junk he had accumulated over the years. Boxes
of hockey cards, books and beer cases went out. With the financial help of
Coach McGregor, in came some furniture and a bed, which was pretty much
useless since he knew the kid didn't plan to sleep in it. They had
always cuddled up together on his queen size mattress.

   Timmy's mother, when she wasn't dazed from being drunk, approved of
Jeff's big brother attitude. She didn't understand why he bought new
clothes for her mischievous little bastard of a son but soon
rediscovered christianity and called Jeff an angel, Timothy's guardian
angel.

   The young man smiled when she mentionned it.

"You're an angel, I know it!" she'd blurt with blood-shot eyes. "My
goddamn angel gave up on me many years ago..."

   The flattering words made Jeff feel a little fuzzy in his heart. Then
again, he also knew she thought Jesus lived in appartment 301 of her
gangland rundown building. She definitly wasn't a poster girl for
credibility.

   Timmy started staying at Jeff's place for trips of three days. As
time went by, he would be there for two consecutive weeks without going back
to his poor lost mother.

   Even though they were always together it seemed, Jeff tried not to
smother his twelve-year-old friend with his moralizing sermons and
constricting rules. He even granted him the right to privacy. His room
was his sacred sanctuary.

   One evening, that unwritten law had Jeff on the tracks to madness. It
was to be a gruelling test of his will. He had seen Timmy and Willy go
to the boy's room and close the door behind them. Curiosity killed the
cat, and he was mewing.

   At first, he had frozen at the sight of the little eight-year-old kid
with Timmy. The images of his gang-bang assrape were still fresh in his
mind. He had blushed, not ready to face the kid whose body he knew by
heart. The realization that the child who had been fucked on his tv was
made of flesh and blood somehow disturbed him.

   Sitting on the couch, he listened to the giggles coming from Timmy's
room. Squeals of delight and hushed voices echoed in his head. Argh! He
had to check it out! There was no way to keep his sanity if he remained
there. He would flip out for sure.

   Silently, he pressed his ear to the door, coughed to warn them of his
arrival, and opened the door slowly.

   Willy peeped like a bird and covered his privates regardless of the
fact he was still clad with Froot-of-the-Loom briefs.

"It's okay, Jeff is cool." Timmy reassured him.

"What are you two doing?" Jeff asked in the most friendly manner he
could muster.

"We're playing the statue game!" cheered the young tyke.

"Play with us Jeff." Timmy suggested. "It's easy...you have to get
naked, look at the weenie of other boy and not move, even blink. If you
fail, then the winner can make you do whatever he wants!"

   Jeff recalled the game. It required for the child hiding inside his
adult body to come to the surface, something he had no trouble achieving
lately. He stripped quickly, mixing his clothes with the boys' smaller
garments. Willy took off his tiny underpants and put them on his head.

   Standing in front of two nude kids was more embarassing than Jeff
had imagined. His face turned red when Willy pointed a stubby finger at
his crotch.

"You have no hair!" the immature lad chuckled.

"You neither. ah!" he snapped.

   Timmy blushed too, but for a different reason. His genitals were
small for a boy his age and Willy's limp willy was almost as big as his
own. How humiliating. Promptly, he called for the game to begin. Face to
face with the younger child, he stared at his boyish package while the
small boy stared back at his.

   Thirty seconds passed where they remained motionless like statues.
Jeff whistled and tickled the boys' hairless armpits. First Timmy, who
stayed straight without even flinching once as he attacked his hairless
underarms and nibbled his earring. Then Willy, who quickly giggled and
threw his fists at the tall man, almost punching his crotch.

"That's not fair!" the boy complained. "No one is suppose to touch!"

"You lost." insisted Timmy. "You have to... suck me! C'mon put my puppy
in your mouth!"

   Much to the surprise of Jeff, the little imp's enthusiasm didn't
fade. He clamped his mouth on Timmy's soft penis. For the first moments,
he slobbered over the hairless organ, but stimulated the older boy enough
to give him a strong erection. It stood proudly in front of his cute
mug. He beagan sucking the rigid member greedilly like it was the sweetest
treat.

   Timmy moaned, closing his eyes to savour the lips of the young
fellator on his prickhead. He thrust his hips to meet the sucking
cavity, shoving his entire rod inside Willy. 'By Jove, the kid had
learned a lot since his iniation' thought Jeff. He looked like a pro,
sucking and squeezing Timmy's ball-bag.

   It was a Kodak moment, but Jeff didn't have a camera. He watched
Willy bob his head on the three inch dick faster and faster, making the
older boy squirm. Finally, Timmy groaned, his bubble butt tensed up, and
he tossed off in the kid's eager mouth. Willy's adam's apple shifted up
and down with each gulp of boycum he drank.

   Timmy had to pull his cock out with his fingers. His clean little
sausage was stuck there, in the spunk-craving mouth of the eight-year-old.
"Let go! Geez.. it hurts now.."

"Guess it's you and me Willy." Jeff said.

   They stood up, fully erect, their eyes locked on their loins. The
man and boy fought hard to keep a straight face. The silly game had
them fully aware of their differences. The silence was so intense, you
could hear their hearts beating. Their hard penises, sticking out of
their bodies, were pulsating with the influx of blood.

   After a full minute, Willy looked away, with little conviction. The
smiling boy was a poor faker and bad actor. Jeff realized he had done it
on purpose.

"I lost again!" he said. "What do you want me to do?"

   Jeff paused a moment and scratched his head, pretending to think of a
deed for the young child, when all along he had already decided at the
first sight of his adorable fanny.

"You're a naughty boy... and naughty boys get spanked!" he grinned.

"On my baganza!"

"Yes. On your...baganza."

"I'm not sure you wanna do that man..." pointed Timmy. "He's gonna pee
all over you!.. He always does!"

   Ignoring Timmy's warning, Jeff grabbed the cheeky monkey and sat on
the bed with the kid accross his lap. He tickled him, digging his finger
in every smooth crevasse he could find on his body. His hard-on was
straining, poking his little pot belly. The wiggly little creature kept
rubbing his cockhead unintentionally as he moved, triggering a surge of
sensations.

   He gave a few playful swats to his little butt, sucking a few yelps
out of the boy. "Again!" Willy giggled. *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK*
"Again! Again!" Jeff increased the vigor of his strokes and laid four
strong hits, alternating from one buttock to the other, *SMACK* *SMACK*
*SMACK* *SMACK* He finished with a powerful slap on both cheeks, *POW*.
The last blow left a red imprint of his hand on the snow white skin.

   Willy had been stiff as a plank when he spanked him but returned to his
joyful disposition right after, wiggling his small behind. "Again! do it
hard now!."

   Hard now! Jeff thought he had been providing a forceful love-
spanking. The boy must have a calloused butt. He repeated the same
energetic treatment. Instead of stopping though, he pursued his
'punishment' non-stop. *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK*
Willy squirmed as his baganza turned red. On the twenty-second stroke,
the boy couldn't hold it and his bladder released a trickle of urine.
It ran down Jeff's hairy leg all the way to his feet.

"I told you so!" Timmy shouted triumphantly.

   Willy leaped off the young man's lap, embarrassed with his mess.

"That's ok." said Jeff "There's no carpet in this room."

"His butt is not even warm!" exclaimed Timmy, feeling the kid's hiney.

   He fished a strip of strawberry liquorice out of a box on his desk
and had Willy in position on his lap. The swishy sound of the edible
whip sliced through the gigglings. *SWISSHHHH*  *THWACK!* Willy writhed
on the skinny thighs of the older boy. He smiled at the result of the
stinging candy. "Again Timmy!"

*SWISSSHHH* *THWACK*
*SWISSSHHH* *THWACK*
*SWISSSHHH* *THWACK*

   Thin red marks appeared like magic on the little white cheeks.

*SWISSSHHH* *THWACK*
*SWISSSHHH* *THWACK*
*SWISSSHHH* *THWACK*

   Jeff watched astonished as Timmy whipped the little kid with his
right hand and fondled his tiny erection with his left. Willy's face was
illuminated all the time, waiting anxiously for the instrument to bite
his flesh.

*SWISSSHHH* *THWACK*
*SWISSSHHH* *THWACK*
*SWISSSHHH* *THWACK*

   The eight-year-old yelped from the latest painful blow and peed again
on Timmy's leg indicating he had reached the peak of excitement. His
tender butt was crimson like the liquorice that had produced the effect.

"Well since you pissed on me, now it's my turn!" Timmy grinned slyly.

   Jeff frowned at his young friend, ashamed of his suggestion. The
little boy didn't seem to mind and knelt on the lacquered floor, quite
willing to try the special kink. Timmy stood up, aiming his half-
erect peter at the toilet-boy. A gush of yellow liquid flowed from the
folds of the tip of his uncut pecker. It splashed the cute face of the
brown-haired boy who closed his eyes and glued his lips together not
to get any in his mouth.

   Timmy lowered the stream of urine down the chest of Willy, leaving
traces of red there. It burned the skin like acid. He resumed his golden
shower on the child's rock-hard boner, tickling the little dink almost
to orgasm. Willy giggled, a wet smile on his lips, as he stared down
between his short legs.

   The last drops, he took in his mouth. His jaws were on Timmy's dick
feverishly, pushing the boy on the bed from his over-arousal. The older
mate spread his legs and held the eight-year-old's head on his
hardening penis.

   Jeff crawled to Willy, making a mental note to clean the puddles on
the floor next to him. The small butt of the boy was so inviting, he
thrust his face passionately between the freshly whipped buns. All he
found was little boy smell and a tiny rosebud, puckered and throbbing
with desire. He ran his tongue on every millimiter slicking up the
smooth skin.

   Willy moaned, sucking firmly the stiff boycock of Timmy. He felt the
slippery probe slithering into his chute, wiggling as if on a search for
something that would evidently be fruitless. It tickled the smooth skin of
his boyhole and washed the walls of his rectum. Then the stimuli changed.
A wet index finger teased his little muscle, piercing his flesh gate to
the first knuckle in short intervals.

   After a minute of tonguing and fingering the hole of Willy, Jeff let his
tongue slide on the skinny thigh, barely larger than his arm, and travelled
towards Willy's groin. The sexy two inch boyhood had him salivating. He
sucked on all of it right away, tasting Timmy's urine. The little nuts
were next to enter his hungry mouth. Now he had the entire genitals engulfed
there where he could savour them amorously.

"Put it my bum now Timmy.. please..." begged the small satyr.

   The twelve-year-old boyhunk didn't need any coaxing. He was behind
Willy rubbing his dickhead on the glistening pink anus of the lil'
devil in a snap. When he forced his penis inside the tight hole, Willy
sighed with pleasure, knowing he would get his rocks off easily from the hot
little missible. The tight anal ring wrapped around Timmy's mushroom
cockhead and swallowed the rest of his shaft.

   Jeff backed away, feeling a little out of place. He stared at the two
little males, fidgetting on their toes and cramping up as they fused
together, cock in ass. Their hairless nutsacks connected and Timmy
tossed his head back, in a blissful state, enjoying the heat of the
narrow anal canal.

"Ohh yesssss oooo" Willy cooed. "Do it fast like the last time!"

   Timmy's hands danced on the little boy looking to get a handle of
things. They settled on the slim waist. Usually, young boys like that
weren't cooperative which had Timmy surprised. He withdrew his penis and
slammed it home, again and again gaining speed and grunting.

"Ohhh ohhhh yeah! ohhhhh it's so good... ohhh" whinned Willy, feeling
the older's boy hard-on moving in and out.

   One second, he felt filled, the other empty. The hard piece of flesh
flexed in his bowels. "Faster!" he screamed. Amazingly, the boy
fulfilled his wish. His penis rushed inside his rectum. "Uhhh faster!"
Again, a new level of action was reached and they were buttfucking like
crazy. The slapping sound of their lovemaking rose in the room.

   Timmy pounded the horny boy's ass, shaking his sixty-pound body. His
energy melted rapidly with the intensity of the sodomy he had to
maintain.

   Jeff jumped on the bed. His shaky maneuver positionned his cock in
Willy's face. The small boy gripped the fat organ that wasn't intended
for him. He stuck out his tongue and licked the huge head before guiding
it in his mouth. Jeff revelled from the playful warm suction. His cock
bumped against the boy's throat with each thrust of Timmy, sending the
kid's body onto it.

"You're too young for this big!" Jeff smiled as he slipped his penis out of
the little cavern. Willy made a face like a baby who had be denied his
pacifier.

   Timmy took over, planting his lips on the hot adult cock under his nose,
still shoving himself in the younger boy. He swallowed the seven inches of
familiar meat down his throat as his hand squeezed the little testicles
of the moaning boy he was fucking. He groped for the childish woody between
Willy's legs and removed the boy's hand that was already there. His
fingers wrapped around the small penis naturally. The rock-hard piece of
flesh was in need of professional help. He started jacking it off,
spreading Willy's natural lube over it. Now every prick in the room had
something to pleasure it albeit totally different.

   Jeff fed his manhood to Timmy looking at his young penis plowing in the
round asscheeks of the pre-pubescent boy under him. There was nothing as
exciting in his mind as the slurping and fucking sounds they were making.
The smell of their sweaty bodies floating in the air was all male.

   The erotic trio jerked uncontrollably as the pleasure grew. Their
scrotums tightened preparing the blasts of orgasm they were to
deliver. More and more the grunts intensified. A new plateau of frenzied
lust was reached with each passing moment.

   Timmy groaned first, unable to resist the milking stimulation of
Willy's clenching vise-grip asshole. His seed burst inside the eight-year-
old in fantastic squirts of pure pleasure.

   Willy felt the boy's warm juice in his ass. The hand on his tiny
wiener pumped frantically. "Uhhhhhhhh ohhh ohhhhhhhhhhh" he screamed
with his high-pitched voice. All over his skinny frame, spasms
electrified his muscles. The 'cumming' was happening. He recognized it.
His tiny dickhead flared up and his butthole contracted with each jolt,
strangling Timmy's spurting penis.

   Jeff couldn't help but smile hearing the little cries of youthful dry
climax from Willy. Now he was to face two little sex machines, eager to
see him shoot his manjuice. Willy chewed on his ball-sack as Timmy
continued blowing his long wet tool. Their twenty miniature fingers
swirled on his groin, gripping, squeezing and fondling spot after spot
of the inflammed area.

"Watch outttttttt it's commming" he exclaimed.

   Timmy's mouth was filled with his wad. He swallowed it down as the
explosions of cream arrived. Still there was always too much. The blond
man's sperm overflowed from the corner of his lips down on his chin.
Willy lapped up the oozing semen on Timmy's face, licking from time to
time the vibrant cock unloading.

   All three sprawled on the bed afterwards, grinning at each other and
panting. Willy picked up the strand of liquorice that had pretty much
started everything and gnawed away with his pointy teeth. Timmy's warm
jism was leaking out of his gaping hole, soiling the bedsheets.


PART 8.  'WOOF'

   Sitting on the stool, Timmy promised himself he'd never do it with a
grown man again. The pain in his butthole had him wincing for three days
after the family orgy in the suburbs. Now he would only do it with his
friends and young teenagers. It proved a smart decision as the months
passed.

   There was as many horny young males willing to pay for his cute
behind as there was big adults. Their cocks in the process of growing
fit perfectly in his little ass. He also learned the proper rate for a
buttfuck which wasn't the measly ten dollars he demanded the first time.

   The word got around quickly and everyone in his school, along with
the teens in the nearby high school, were aware he was game for action.
Notes appeared between the pages of his books or in his lockers. Most of
them said: 'meet me at X' or 'is it true you suck?'. Others were more
imaginative, like Brad's who had talent for drawing cartoons. His note
usually showed a wolf with an enormous prick, burying it inside the tiny
ass of a lamb.

   Most of the adventures were pleasurable, considering he was eleven
and kinda forced into it. Even getting cornholed by six drunk jocks in a
basement brought a smile to his lips. Sure, once in a while, he'd end up
with a weirdo like the Lindsay kid who tied his wrists and fucked him
with his mom's dildo until he came. But that was part of the game.

   He wasn't prepared for what was to happen next though. One sunny afternoon,
he skipped school to enjoy the warmth and carefree atmosphere the city
was basking in. In Glendale Park, people trudged slowly or sat on wooden
benches. Mostly fags, for it was well known that the little island of
green in the middle of the urban jungle was the famous home of male
prostitutes and their clients.

   In the forest of strangers, Timmy was a star. His little buns, hugged
together by skimpy red shorts were the focus of dozens of glances as he
pedalled on the bycicle path.

   He selected a private little field on the eastern side to take a nap
and removed his t-shirt, exposing his undevelopped chest to the clear
blue sky. Stretched on the grass, all his problems seemed so far away.
Bugs tickled his skin, the smell of the warm earth filled his nostrils
and a cool breeze soothed his closed eyelids as the burning orange
heat of the raging sun beamed on them. His mind drifted gently.

"Yikes!" he yelped suddenly, raising his back from the ground. Something
wet! Touching him!

   He opened his eyes to discover a humid nose buried in his tummy and
a long sandpaper tongue lapping the salty sweat out of his bellybutton.
The large tongue belonged to an equally large doberman pinscher, lean,
black and muscular. Its jowls were bursting with creamy froth.

"You're fuckin' rude doggy!" Timmy whispered, pushing the nose of the
beast who was sniffing his crotch now.

"His name is Lucifer." a man blurted behind him.

"That's your dog mister? He's friendly for a guard dog..." he peeped,
petting the fur of the animal.

"He likes boys... By the way, do you know what boys do in this park?"

"Yes. And I'm doing it." Timmy responded, trying to look self-confident.

   The stranger smiled and informed him of his plans to screw him for
the afternoon, but leaving out an important detail. They left the public
oasis after exchanging polite retorts.

   The man was called John and lived two blocks away. He let Timmy walk
the massive dog on the way there while he took care of his BMX. Well it
was more like the dog walking Timmy since he ran along, with the leash
pulling his wrist.

   In the man's bedroom, Timmy felt uncomfortable like with every sexual
partner he had been with. He'd been there many times and always blushed.
Off went his t-shirt, then his dirty running shoes and white socks.

"Aren't you gonna undress?" he asked sheepishly.

"Me? Ahhh. My dog is the fag, not me boy!"

   Timmy's eleven-year-old mind wrestled with the idea of doing it with the
male doberman. A roll of money, bound with an elastic, bounced on the
mattress next to him. The eyes of a dead president he didn't know stared
back at him, teasing him, almost saying: 'take me kid, a fuck is a
fuck!'. For the first time, he was disgusted with himself as he shoved
the money down his shorts' pocket next to his little bulge.

   Lucifer was licking his barefeet, fascinated with the musky smell they
were emanating. He pulled down his red shorts, taking with them his sexy
bikini brief of the same colour. As his hairless groin appeared, the man
cooed. "That's it son... I think Lucifer will like you..."

   Stark naked, he laid on the bed and the big dog met him there,
already excited, smelling his crotch and ass like he would a nice bitch.

"You don't mind if I film this?" John demanded. "It's for my private
collection..."

   Timmy accepted nervously, searching for what to do next. His eyes
moved from the red light blinking on the camera and the dog's tongue
licking his ball-sack. The sharp teeth so close to his family jewels had
him shuddering. He scratched behind the beast's ear, making sure it was
in laid-back mode. The slimy instrument went to his boydick stirring
pleasurable sensations. Slowly, his tiny pecker grew to meet the
lapping tongue. His foreskin slipped back on the head. "Ohhhhh" he
moaned from the direct contact of dog-tongue on sensitive membrane.

"Good job boy!" John cheered, obviously talking to the dog. "Suck him
back now Timmy!"

   The young boy tentatively, slipped under the huge animal, as if he
was checking under a car. Lucifer's pink organ was slightly peeking out of
its sheath of hair. He fondled the dog's big balls and the animal bit his
skinny thigh. "Owwww!" he screamed, storing the information, 'don't touch'
in a drawer of his brain.

   With no motivation, he tickled the smelly member with the tip of his
little tongue. It tasted bad, but that what was he was expecting. Gathering
some conviction, he began kissing the vibrant piece of wet flesh, to see the
reaction. Much to his amazement, the dog cock flew out of its lair like
a lipstick would out of its tube. It reached the size of an adult penis
and was definitly hard.

   Plaintive sighs of pleasure burst from the dog's snout as he
explored the veiny member with his tongue. Lucifer scratched his legs with
his claws, urging him to take care of his excited penis. His hairy hind legs
were trembling, naturally inclined to buck. Timmy parted his lips wide
to swallow the knobless red stick and the doberman started fucking his
mouth right away.

"Yeah.. nice shot." John commented, thrusting his camera next to
Timmy's face.

   As he sucked, Timmy concluded he'd rather give pleasure to Lucifer than
to his perverted master after all. The motherfucker's eyes bulged and filled
with a twisted hint of power each time he took another inch of dog meat
down his throat. The big penis was gleaming with his saliva now and he
could slide his lips on it easily.

   For the next minutes, Lucifer seem to relax and enjoy a blow job from
the eleven-year-old kid. His black eyes glazed over and his sleek body
stiffened, savouring the hot little mouth of Timmy bobbing on his long
pole faster and faster.

   John realized the boy's plan to make his best friend toss off before
the real entertainment. "Let him fuck you now!" he barked.

   Timmy crawled from under Lucifer's belly and the horny animal growled,
utterly enraged of his denied stimulation. It frightened Timmy who
quickly grabbed Lucifer's cock for a short hand job. Slowly, he moved in
front of his odd partner, on all fours, presenting his white human
butt for approval.

   Lucifer climbed on his back, digging his paws on his sides. There was
something very natural about the way the beast was mounting him. It dawned
on Timmy that Lucifer was trained for this. He was to learn the true meaning
of the expression 'doggy-style' now.

   The big prick brushed his firm buns with random jabs, poking from time
to time in his smooth valley. He reached for the dog's cock with his hand
and pressed it against his puckered anus. Without warning, the hard pole
stabbed inside of him. It pistonned back and forth with the famous
animalistic vigor that characterize the realm of canines. There was
certainly nothing sensual about the penetration.

"UNNNNNN ARGGGGGG! UNNN UNNNNNNN" Timmy grunted with each powerful
pelvic thrust of Lucifer sending the big meat in his rectum. It sank deep
into him, dilating his anal ring painfully.

"That's it boy! FUCK him!" encouraged John, filming the whole thing with
a passion.

   Lucifer began sodomizing Timmy's young ass, like he would a wet dog
pussy. His large penis swelled inside the narrow passage as he fucked
away mercilessly. He cried, his read-end bucking to drill the tender
asshole of the boywhore.

   All the while, Timmy whinned, masturbating his deflated peter to
change his mind of the considerable pain shooting from his butt. He felt
the big balls of the dog boucing on his own, indicating he had taken the
full length in his guts.

   With each passing minute, the enormous organ seem to grow bigger in
his ass, stretching him, threatening to bust his tight shithole. He bit
the pillow praying for the energic copulating to slow down.
Uncontrollably, his butthole opened up, like it would for any normal
lover swallowing even more easily the pulsating slamming prick.

   He never imagined the roughest fuck of his life would come from a
stupid dog. Fisting his boydick faster, he managed to pop an erection
which he concentrated upon. The fingers on his dickhead along with the
constant friction on his prostate had him on the road to nirvana.

   The man waltzed around the room to capture the images and sounds of
his old mate fucking an eleven-year-old boy. This grotesque coupling he
would treasure for a long time after. His closed-ups consisted mostly
of Timmy's contorted mug and the big pole plowing his tiny rectal
opening to the root.

   'That dog will never cum!' Timmy feared. He pushed his hips back to
meet the pulsing penis, hoping to trigger a doggy orgasm but it didn't
come. Desperate for his own relief, he pumped his boner harder,
complaining like the beast above him.

   His pleasure peaked suddenly engaging the process of ejaculation. From
his stiff penis, boiling jets of sperm erupted on the mattress. With
each surge of orgasm, his asshole clenched the hard cock lodged there.
Lucifer yelped, once, twice and a third time in accordance with Timmy's
climax.

   Just as the last drops of cream sprayed out of the tip of his willy,
Timmy eyes widened. The first blast of dog semen had exploded in his
bowels. The animal jerked on his back, spurting his thick jism inside
him. Again and again an explosion of spunk plastered his intestines. For
what seem like forever, the dog came up his ass. He felt the warm
subtance fill him, taking all the space in his tunnel.

   When it was over, he tried to extirpate the huge dong but no avail.
They were locked together. The knot had expanded in his brownhole. How
humilating, just like a damn bitch.

"Stay like that..." John said. "It will go soft after a while."

   The while was a half-hour where Timmy wanted to die. He wanted to
spit out the big maleness out of his body. Flee the painful experience.
Lucifer didn't enjoy it either. He cried and attempted to pull out
repeatedly making Timmy scream in pain.

   Finally, the limp organ was able to get out and deliver the little boy
of his misery. When Timmy was unplugged, the dog's seed poured out of his
loose red anus, down on his slender thighs like a waterfall. Ounce after
ounce of sperm escaped from the hole that couldn't keep it in his cavity.

"Don't move!" John ordered as the camera focused on Timmy's backside.

   The man pulled the boy's left testicle, stretching the hairless skin bag
it was trapped in. Timmy hissed with the way his sore scrotum was handled.

   John popped the little ball in the gaping freshly-fucked hole and
the opening swallowed the offering, hiding the small sphere. He did
the same with the right nut. It followed its twin in the rectum of
the boy.

   The last scene thus consisted of overviews and close-ups of Timmy as
he twisted and turned on the bed in different acrobatic poses, legs in
the air, doggy-style, sideways, all the time with his sack tucked
away in his chute.


PART 9.  'Life goes on.'

   Timmy fed on Steve's confidence when he was with him, storing all
that he could for the times he was to be alone with strange men. Money
was his main concern when he hit twelve-years-old and what he got for
his services from teens and young boys was mere pocket change compared
to what he could ask from adults. He needed dough badly.

   The hockey equipment and fees, the rent he had to pay to his mom so
she could feed her addiction and every other expenses forced him to
turn his butt into a public fuck machine. Night after night, he cruised
the paths of Glendale Park for a suitable john. Searching for action,
but at the same time, in the back of his mind, for something to hold on
to. A kind Samaritan or somebody who had the answers.

   Steve found a girlfriend that year. His best friend was slipping from
between his fingers, Timmy thought. Talk about bad luck. One more nail
in his spine.

   She came into Steve's life quite by accident. Yeah right. He fumbled
his Coke on her boobs as she passed him on the sidewalk. The fifteen-year-
old girl steamed immediately, her muscles tightening all over with anger.

"Oooops Sorry toots!" he smiled, looking at the schoolboys next to him
from the corner of his eyes, behaving like a buffoon as usual.

"FUCKIN' MORON!" she screamed. Out of nowhere her fist flew, punching
him in the stomach. Steve was in love. They struggled together for a
moment. He pinched her breast and she thrust her knee to his groin.

"You want me baby! I know it! Kiss me!" he yelled.

"Why would I want a little kid like you!" she snapped back with a cynical
smirk. "I bet your dick is big like my pinky..."

"Yeah, well there's only one way to find out..."

   They caught their breath a while and walked to her house. Steve never
imagined it could be so easy. He had promised her a party and he was
gonna deliver just then.

   When his six inch cock sank in her moist pussy, she cried. The
big penis stretched the walls of her cunt and rubbed her engorged clit.
It pumped inside her womb, sending her to paradise like no other pole
had been able to before. That day, she came four times with the twelve-
year-old black-haired stud.

   Luckily for Timmy, he and Steve didn't stop spending time together
and fucking. He was the special boy he needed when he spilled his first
load. It exploded in Steve's mouth, tickling his urethra as it
raced through it.

"You did Timmy! You're a big man now! I can taste it!" Steve cheered.
"See!" he added, opening his mouth to display a glob of white cum on his
tongue.

   That night, they 69 five times, enjoying the mutual blow jobs. Timmy
wanted to shoot his gun again and again, spray the tonsils of his best
friend with the new juice that Steve had been old enough to give him for
the last ten months.

   As if he was virgin again and discovering sex, Timmy sucked
on Steve's big meat and drowned in the pleasure of his best friend's
hungry lips on the improved dick sticking out between his legs. Only
taking twenty minutes breaks to catch their breath, in between their
lovemaking, it seemed like constant depraved sex. The only way they
wanted to experience it.

   There wasn't much consistency to Timmy's loads in the end, only clear
drops of salty fluid but Steve swallowed them merrilly, overwhelmed with
his pal's insatiable need to unload.

   Timmy's balls were sore as he drifted into sleep in Steve's arms. His
perception of his jewels was of a twenty-pound sack hanging from his crotch.

"Does your girlfriend suck has good as me?" he mumbled.

"Never did. Never will." Steve whispered, dozing off rapidly.

   Buttfucking seemed different for Timmy now that he could deposit a warm
load inside someone's ass. He and Steve ran from school directly home,
shucking their clothes frantically as they got closer to Timmy's
bedroom. There, the two twelve-year-olds sucked their aching pricks,
patiently pretending to have an interest in it when all along they
yearned to fuck and just fuck.

   It was hilarious pounding Steve's bum, Timmy thought. The boy cussed
all the time even though Timmy's little boydick didn't have the
potential to inflict pain like another boy's cock would. As soon as he
would start drilling the tight bunghole, Steve would begin his litany of
profanity:

"Ohh Shit! Oh Shit! FUCCCCKKK... Ohh man, FUCK my FUCKIN' ASS,
YEAHHHHHHH OHHH GOD, ohhh SHIT! Godamnit UHhhh bastard Ohhh Jeezus
Unnnghh OHHH bitch FUCK...AWWWW YESSS OHH SHHHHITT!"

   They selected a nice background music to complement their violent
intercourse. Something with a similar beat. Metallica, Slayer, Exodus.
The fastest tracks with speeding guitar riffs and a thundering pounding
of the base drums.

   With plenty of lubricant, the anal onslaught could begin. Every
afternoon, they drove their steely hard-ons in each other's small asses at
one hundre-miles per hour, their grunts smothered by the loud metal
roar coming from the speakers of a ghetto blaster.

   Timmy liked to lay on top of his friend on the mattress and totally
take possession of his smooth body under him, like a spider would weave
a web around a captured prey. Then it was perfect to really give it to him,
hard and steady, deep and fast. He'd shoved the full length of his cock in
and out, never stopping to enjoy the orgasming explosion of sperm.

   Steve preferred holding Timmy's ankles in the air, while the boy was on
his back, and fuck the red hole he had between his round asscheeks.
He could watch his six inches plowing his warm rectum as he bounced on
him furiously.

   Nothing in the world could provide them with the same high that resulted
out of the savage enjoyment of their firm bodies. Afterwards, as they
sprawled on the bed totally exhausted, their memories of the afternoon
were of frenzied lust, balls slapping, spasming cocks and spunk erupting
in one volcanic blast after another.


                                -==-


   At school, they were now the bullies they hated so much as young
kids. Next year they would transfer to the high school nearby and go
back to being the butt of older boy's jokes. Something they despized
unconsciously.

   It was clear that the meanness in their behavior towards the younger
boys was only the demonstration of the bitterness accompanying the departure
of the world of childhood. So many tiny dicks left untouched. But little
Quintus, the nerdy kid didn't know that.

   He stepped in the bathroom after class one day, quickly unzipping his
blue shorts as he approached the first urinal. Out came his penis, already
releasing the content of his little bladder.

"You brought your eraser to the bathroom?" Steve smiled, eyeing the
nine-year-old's small peter.

"There's no fire here!" Timmy seconded, grasping the little organ with
two fingers and directing the yellow stream left and right.

"Leave me alone!" Quintus whinned, adjusting the glasses slipping down
his pointy nose and hastily hiding his boyhood back in his underpants.

   In a matter of seconds Timmy and Steve lifted him off the ground, his feet
kicking air, and dragged him in the privacy of a stall. Dedicated hands
worked on him until he stood with no t-shirt and his shorts around his
ankles. They fondled his privates roughly, fascinated with the ability of
boys to get erections even when they are scared to death.

"Look, he likes us!"

"This is what you'll have to do..." Timmy said, kneeling down in front
the blond lad. He took his slim two-inch penis between his lips and
sucked on it gently, taking the entire shaft in his mouth. Quintus
moaned, unaware of the possibilities contained inside his small
joystick.

"Do mine." Steve ordered, freeing the monster from his jeans.

   The small child backed away, almost losing his balance. In two
seconds, the big meat parted his thin lips, invading his cavity. He
tried his best to imitate Timmy's stimulation on his own little dink,
in order to please the big boy but the big member filled his mouth
too much. He couldn't even swirl his tongue around it. Instead he
settled on moving his lips on the head and swallowing the first
inches of the shaft.

"Ohhh he's a natural!" cooed Steve. "Try it man."

   Timmy took over in the boy's mouth, thoroughly enjoying the moist
warmness it had to offer. He pushed his boner in it, fucking the face of
the school nerd who complained incessantly: "Mmmmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmmm
mpphhhhh mmmmphffmmm"

   Steve rubbed the bloated knob of his cock on the kid's face,
desperate for attention. He guided it to his little nose, pressing the
sole eye of his purple tip hard against it, as if he was attempting to
fuck a nostril.

"What the hell are you doing!?" Timmy barked. "He needs to breathe..."

   With that Steve began masturbating feverishly, next to Timmy getting
amateur sucking action. He jerked madly, warning Quintus of the incoming
explosion. "Yeahhh I'm gonna slime your face nerd!"

   In synch, they orgasmed. Timmy sending his wad on the roof
of the nine-year-old's mouth and Steve splashing his glasses with his
viscous abundant load. Seeing Steve's jism plaster both lenses of the
boy made Timmy come even harder.

   Quintus choked on sperm, his vision blurring momentarily with a white
slimy fog. The two pricks that had been shoved in his faces slowly
shrank to their original state. He began sobbing, realizing the full
extent of his humilation. Gooey sperm was dripping from his chin all over
his body. For a second, the reflexes of earlier childhood resurfaced.
He felt like calling for his mommy.

"Don't cry kid." Timmy said, raising his sweat pants off the ceramic
floor. "Come here, I'll make you come."

"Noooooo. Don't touch me."

"You'll like this, I promise." Timmy smiled wholeheartedly.

   Always the boy with the biggest heart, he fondled amorously
Quintus' miniature prick to make him forgive his rudeness. The small boy
stopped crying, mesmerized with the surge of pleasurable feelings. In
the hands of the bigger boy, he was melting slowly.

   Timmy slipped a finger in his crack then up his tight clenching
asshole, sensing immediately the young boy's reticence. Gently, he
finger-fucked him at one end and jacked him off at the other, increasing
the pace with each passing second. After a minute, he was bringing the
nine-year-old on the edge and dragging him back at his will. The little
knob of his boydick was flexing between his fingers, the tight anal ring
of his butthole strangling his index.

   Quintus moaned and trembled from the dual stimulation. Every thought in
his mind was spinning. He looked down at his penis, not believing what
was happening. A gigantic jolt, much bigger than his dickie electrified
his little tube of flesh. He cried in ecstasy, almost screaming. His
body convulsed a couple of times as if he had lost control then everything
came back to normal again.

"I wish I could come like the first time EVERY time..." Steve commented,
jealous of the little boy's bumpy climax.


                                -==-


   When at night, Steve killed time with his girlfriend, Timmy practiced
his wrist shots, aiming the puck at the top corners of a beaten-up net.
Soon he was bored and trailing off to Glendale Park.

   Skimpy red shorts, a t-shirt with the picture of the album cover of
U2's lp 'WAR' and running shoes with no socks were his "work" clothes.
Everything to entice even the straightest man. Most were scared to
approach him, but it didn't take long for someone to pick him up. Timmy
always knew that within an hour, he would be bent over somewhere with a
big cock buried to the hilt up his little ass.

   Coach McGregor was the last person he expected to see there. Oh, he
knew the man liked to stare at the boys in the shower after the
game...who wouldn't? But he never expected. He bumped into him as the night
spread its dark blanket of the lawns and private forest patches.

   How embarassing. Timmy blushed even though it was as much awkward for
the adult as it was for him. Then again, perhaps the man was only
taking a leisurly stroll while it was apparent from his skintight apparel,
it wasn't the case for him.

"Well, if it isin't my favorite Right Winger!?" Coach McGregor
exclaimed.

"Euhh. Hi coach?"

"If you needed money son, you should have come to me..."

   From the seeds of the encounter developped Timmy's new porn career.
His handsome face, lean body and street-styled hairdo were to make him a
major player of a bunch of smutty underground tapes with titles like
'Boys will be Boys', 'Brothers and Lovers', 'Squirts' etc...

   The first one he did only involved masturbation. Him, stretched on
a bed surrounded by young boy things, a soccer ball, stuffed animals,
school books, beating his meat and moaning in an exaggerated manner,
until he came on his belly with a soprano yelp.

   A dream come true! He was getting paid for pounding his pud!

   As the new pictures were shot, things got more and more 'hard core'
though. When he performed onanism on film, he had to shove a dildo
up his ass. The blow jobs scenes were aggressive. Men's cocks were
rammed down his throat. Boiling sperm was spewed on his face sometimes
two or three loads at the same time. His arms were tied for no reason,
his butt smacked hard.

   Hell, it was worse than the treatment for his clients.

   He steered his bike to a stranger's house for his first real complete
skin flick. "The people you will meet there are very nice, they'll tell
you what to do..." Coach McGregor had said. "Do a good job... this one
is gonna be called...Father Knows Best..."

   For it, he had to play a ten-year-old naive son, hopelessly devoted
to pleasuring his father. A role he wasn't familiar with.

   There was no way he could keep his usual physical appearance. So
the two men there removed his earring, flicked the cigarette butt out
of his mouth and made him practice his most convincing whinny little
boy voice. Larry was to play the father and Jerry was to capture
everything on tape.

   The scene opened with the camera on his face as he fluttered his eyes
supposedly waking from a satisfying night's sleep. Smiling a fake grin,
he threw the blanket on the side uncovering his skinny body clad with
only a long 'Mighty Ducks' t-shirt that went all the way to his thighs.
As he jumped out, he made sure the camcorder got a fleeting glimpse of his
hairless genitals.

   This was ridiculous but he went along with it, impersonating as best as
he could an exhuberant boy meeting a new day head on. His barefeet danced
on the stairs that lead to the kitchen.

"Hi Dad!" he cheered.

"Hi Son!" Larry grinned, sitting on a chair. "Sleep well?"

"Yup."

   On the table, jars of jam and other morning yummies were set next to
two empty plates.

"What do you want for breakfast boy?" the man asked, raising Timmy's
t-shirt with his hand to caress his pert little ass.

"Pancakes?"

"Well, I was thinking about... eating you... now come over here!"

   Like the most perverted father, the man hauled Timmy on the table in
front of him and began right away nibbling his little balls, taking both
in his mouth. Timmy cooed as he stared at his crotch. The man swallowed
his erect boycock, sucking firmly from the start and spreading his milky
white legs wide.

"Ohhhh daddddd this feeeeels so goood!"

   He pushed Timmy's back on the plate to gain access to his pink pucker.
The camera zoomed on his large tongue licking and slithering inside his
clasping shithole. Saliva glistened between Timmy's boyish slender legs from
the tip of his proud penis all the way down to his orifice. The man tasted
his bumhole for a few more moments rimming the smooth anal lips.

   Larry noticed the twelve-year-old wasn't squirming enough like he was
told beforehand. He inserted two fingers in his hole and sucked on his
pecker with an unbridled eagerness. Finally, the little boy squealed and
jerked on the table to his taste.

   The prick making a tent in his boxers was obviously anxious to get
up a boy and fill him full of cum. He lowered his only piece of
clothing to the floor, exposing his throbbing eight-inch hard-on to
Timmy.

"Do you want to put him in my bum daddy?" Timmy sang, remembering the
lines.

   Following the plan, he dipped his fingers in smooth butter and
smeared the yellow grease on Larry's hard dong, over the shaft and the
big knob, then on his own butthole, holding his legs apart for the
camera to see.

   Larry put the boy's ankles on his shoulders, pulling his small butt
towards his straining pole. He eased the swollen tip inside his little
hole watching it clutching tightly around it with every centimer of the
penetration.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhh daddy put it ALL in my bottom...uhhhh" Timmy cried out.

   The man continued invading the anal tunnel until he hit bottom and
his cock was completely inside the child's guts. With little concern for
his young partner, he shoved himself in his bum, withdrawing rapidly to
slam back home with more and more strength.

"Oh yeah baby... I'm fucking you good... you like your old man's dick.."

"Ohh yesss daddy...uhhh uhhh FUCK me! harder daddy... faster..."

   Larry increased the speed and his strokes became long and powerful.
He bumped against Timmy's ass and his little limp cock and balls bounced
with every collision. The table squeaked, threatening to collapse.

"Ohhhh daddy ohhh daddy it's so big in my butt." Timmy muttered.

   The hard fucking didn't slow down for the next twenty minutes.
Timmy's wails grew more and more plaintive as the large steely prong
plowed his rectum. He could see from the corner of his eyes, the camera
recording their incestuous coitus from every angle. His toes were
cramping up around the man's neck.

   All of sudden, the massive prick pulled out of his sore asshole. He
locked his stare on it as it ejaculated all over his tummy. A thick rope of
cream blasted in his face. The next ones splashed his hairless genitals
where they oozed down the curbs of his groin to his quivering violated
fuck hole.

   The man leaned over him and kissed his nose. "That was a good fuck
son...I can't wait to get back from work..."


                                -==-


   The next friday, every bone in Timmy's body was hurting as he put on his
hockey equipment in the locker room. A young man with blond hair
introduced himself as the new assistant, Jeff. He smiled.


*** AUTHOR'S NOTE ***

This is the last part of HOCKEY NIGHT. But don't fret, starting TODAY, you
will find on the a.s.s. thread: LOST IN LONDON, my new weekly series.
It will feature the same kind of boy smut you are used to, but this time
with a stronger storyline, I hope.

I will repost the complete HOCKEY NIGHT story in a few days
for the people who have missing parts.

As for this part 10, it contains no sex, just a conclusion to wrap things up.
Since I never do things in a traditional way, it is interactive. Yup,
interactive. If you like corny sad endings read the 'A' ending. If your taste
is for cynical endings, read 'B'. Finally, if you enjoy plain happy endings,
read 'C'.

Hoping to meet you in London shortly, I remain...

Debonair.


HOCKEY NIGHT X    by DEBONAIR
PART 10.  'Interactive Ending'

'A - the sad ending.'


   They got out of the grocery store, feeling the warmth of the sun on
their faces after an half-hour of air-conditioning.

   Jeff held the brown bag in his right hand and with his left pushed
Timmy away. The twelve-year-old boy attacked him from all angles, trying
to make him lose his balance.

"Will you STOP IT! FUCK! I have eggs in there" Jeff barked.

"Let's make an omelet!" Timmy giggled, definitly not acting his age.

   With a swift forward lunge, Timmy shoved the young man hard. But this
time, his adolescent feet were in the way and Jeff tripped on them,
fumbling the bag of food.

   As his tall frame fell to the asphalt, a passing car, hungry for a
parking space raced by. Timmy didn't even see it coming. Jeff's head hit
the front of the green Plymouth with a loud BANG. Timmy froze.

   Everything seemed in slow motion. Even the hushed wails of startled
housewifes around him were distant and faint. He knelt next to his blond
friend/lover, afraid to touch him. Blood was spewing from his nose and
his eyes were glassy, staring straight at the sky.

"I'm sorry man....Jeff? Jeff?" he pleaded, tears pouring out on his
cheeks. "I didn't mean to....Jeff? c'mon say something?...Jeff?"

   The only reaction he knew to express when things were out of hand and
unreal was to run away. And he did, sobbing and stumbling back to the
appartment.

   In his room, as he curled on the bed, panic-stricken muscles
convulsed in after-shock. The loud bang of the afternoon sizzled in his
brain. Slowly, his mind began the process of repairing the damages. The
pressure was so intense. He fell asleep, clutching the pillow tightly.

   When he awoke, the place was dreadfully empty. The night had invaded
every room, playing shadow games on the furniture. He watched his feet
move on the floor as if they had a mind of their own. Like a zombie, he
walked out the door into the streets to the Hampton River bridge.

   He spread his elbows on the dirty railing and watched the dark water
below. The sound of angry waves mixed with the buzz of passing cars
behind him. A cool breeze was bitting his rosy cheeks, gently giving him
back the lucidity he had lost from the early moments of his mission.

   He grabbed the baseball cap off his head and let it drop over the
edge. It swirled in the wind followed by his tears, down, down until it
was only a red dot floating on the river and under the bridge. He wiped
his face with the back of his arm and inhaled a large dose of the
frozen air.

   Oblivious to his surroundings, he didn't even feel the fingers
wrapping around his left hand until they were interlaced with his own.

"I followed you man... what's up?" Steve whispered. A long pause
emphasized the seriouness of the moment. Steve cleared his throat.

"It's not fun down there..." he added looking over the metal
barrier. Still, he was talking to himself.

"Uhm... You can't go now Timmy...you're my best friend..."

"besides  ....the 'X-files' is gonna be on in ten minutes..."

   Timmy smiled and without saying a word, strolled away with Steve on
the narrow sidewalk.

THE END.


'B - the cynical ending.'


   The Blazers didn't win the cup. But the next year they did. Coach
McGregor was not there though. They arrested him that summer after he
sold a little video called 'Hairless and Horny' to an undercover cop.
When the word got around, a vigilante parent organization burned down
his nineteenth century mansion, even though it was classified
historical treasure by the National Conservation Society.

   He fled to Norway where he is coaching little league again.
His aggressive North-American style of playing the game really impresses
the crowds.

   Timmy had a brother that year. He went to visit him two times at the
hospital. The small frail creature in the incubator, struggling to
survive, made him ponder a lot on his life and his fate.

   Steve continued going steady with his girlfriend. Nobody understood the
three-year difference. But when they kissed, no arguments in the world could
have stopped them.

   As for Jeff, he loves Timmy as best as he could, without really
admitting it to himself. The boy has changed his life from the first day
he met him and will probably 'till the very end.

THE END.


'C - the happy ending.'


   In comparison with the earlier tumultous adventures of his life,
Timmy's lifestyle became calm, almost tedious. But he didn't mind of
course.

   One night, he kissed Jeff on the lips. A french kiss, all-dressed
with the tongue and everything. It was obviously taboo for his
lover/friend. The man blushed and squirmed. But there was nothing more
natural and harmless for Timmy. After all, he had sucked Jeff's dick and
licked his asshole.

   Together, they lived taking one day at a time. Jeff had emerged from
a similar one-parent family and the distorted values were difficult to
manage.

   It seem they were achieving great results though. Timmy's grades
turned around to the point it was imaginable he could graduate to high-
school by the end of the year.

   The word 'bleak' couldn't be used to describe the boy's future
anymore. With every passing day, he grew more and more confident.
That doesn't mean he had killed all his old habits.

   Jeff often asked him to dress less sexy. A trip to the mall with the
twelve-year-old was quite nerve-wracking. His outgoing attitude and
handsome face attracted plenty of males which he flirted with when
unsupervised.

   As the weeks went by, he learned to lead the life of a regular kid.
Well almost regular. He loved Jeff and the man returned the sentiment.
Everytime they felt like it, they would show it to each other.

THE END.


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I'd like to thank everybody who wrote to me to show appreciation or
support throughout the creation of this story. [insert Tom Hanks
acceptance speech here].

Some people have shown an interest in the continuation of this
story. Unfortunatly, I have to go on to other projects. If anyone feels
like doing a book 2 with the characters in this story, go ahead. If you
need any information, you can e-mail me.