Date: Wed, 19 Oct 2022 18:03:39 +0200
From: mushu410@mail.com
Subject: House in the Ghetto, Chapter 3 (Revised)

House in the Ghetto Chapter 3

I was lying on the floor of the living room of my new apartment, my
deflated cock still aching.  I must have sprained it.

Just this morning, I had finally, fully moved into my new apartment — in
the house in the ghetto.  It was all part of my plan to be able to find
some bad boy dick to suck.  And I had success!  Twice.  First thing this
morning, I had sucked off a 13-year-old little black thug, bringing myself
to a massive orgasm in the process.  Then later this same morning, I had
entertained two boys: Maurice, aka "Mo," a little black stud who I had
sucked on and rimmed, both of us ending up with screaming orgasms; and his
little skinny white tyke friend, Freddie, who I had just sucked on for a
brief moment.  Frankly, he was too dirty to go further, and at that moment,
I was too caught up in getting Mo off.

I actually had half drifted off to sleep when I heard a soft knock at the
door.  I got up and peaked through the curtains.  Fuck, it was Freddie!
Was it his turn now?  Was I going to have three in one day?  My first day?
Was this some kind of dream?  Had I been hypnotized and kidnapped by aliens
and deposited onto some wonderful boy-sex planet???

Hiding my naked body behind the door, I cracked it open a little.  "Hi,
Freddie!"

"You told me to come back when I had a bath," he said.  "We ain't got no
water," he continued.  "Can I take a bath here?"

Fuck, I mean, again, FUCK!  As spent as I was in every way, my dick was
already starting to rise.  I took a step back and opened the door wider.

"Come in," I said, and closed the door behind him.

And there he stood.  There in my living room stood little button-dick.  Oh
fuck!  I know, that's not a good thing to call a boy, and I would never say
that out loud.  But it got me horny to think of him that way.  No, his dick
wasn't like a button you button your shirt with.  But it was just so tiny,
so small around and so incredibly short—just barely jutting straight out
from his impossibly skinny body.  So it did look like a button—the kind
you push to turn something on (before the days of touch screens and
remotes, anyway).  Gosh he was so cute.  Dirty and unkempt, but cute.

He just stood there all smiles, staring at my dick as it rose to full
hardness, almost at level with his young face.  Then he looked up at me and
just waved.  FUCK so CUTE!!!  I couldn't help myself.  Dirty or not, I
reached down to grab him under his bare armpits and pick him up.  He
immediately and happily lifted up his arms to meet mine, then pulled
himself tightly into me, wrapping his little arms and legs around me in a
warm hug.  I sighed.  Gosh, this kid was going to be fun!  He felt like he
weighed about two pounds, if that.  "Are you going to lick my butthole?" he
asked in his quiet and very high little boy voice.  He leaned back and
looked at me, and gently petted my cheek as he said it.  I shuddered.  On
FUCK, this kid was going to be FUN!!!

I kind of fell back against the wall and swallowed hard.  "Oh yes,
Freddie!" I said.  "I will lick your hiney."  I know, he didn't call it
that, but somehow it made me horny to use the little boy language.  He put
his little head back against me and hugged me again when I said it.  Man, I
think I might be falling in love!

"What time do you have to be home, Freddie?" I asked, speaking softly,
still hugging him as I swayed back and forth.  "I dunno," was all he said.
"For supper?" I asked.  "I dunno," he said again.  "Before dark?" I asked.
"I guess so," he said simply.

The first thing my cock was telling me to do was to get him stripped.  I
wanted to do it for him, but his old shorts were so tight, I didn't have
room to get my fingers behind the button to undo it.  He had to do it
himself, once again, sucking in all the air in the room and radically
emphasizing his amazing skinniness (to my horny delight!).  But watching
them drop to the floor in my living room and him step out of them was so
hot!  He immediately reached up his arms for me to pick him back up so of
course I did.  I pulled his very small sneakers off as I walked through the
kitchen on the way to the bathroom.

Now the kitchen (not original to the house) had a narrow (2 feet wide)
peninsula.  It served as a place to sit and eat and also formed a hallway
from the living room going back to the bedroom and bath.  I glanced over at
it as I was walking by and suddenly got this image of him spread out on
that table like an animal in a lab experiment.  It was just the right size
to fit him and give me easy access to all of his parts.  Inside I did an
evil laugh.  And I felt my cock twitch.

I slowed down and stopped myself just at the bedroom door.  Man, I had to
make this happen.  I stepped into the bedroom just to get my wooden chair,
then pulled it over to the kitchen sink and stood him on it.  "Wait right
here, honey," I said, "I'll be right back to wash your hair."  I actually
had a basket by the sink in the bathroom so I grabbed it and filled it up
with anything and everything: washcloth, shampoo, body wash, scrubbing
pads, etc. plus a couple of towels.

The old style kitchen sink had one of those spray things on a hose that
pulled out.  I used that to shampoo his dirty (pun intended) blond locks.
I took my time, enjoying the feel of rubbing the soap in his hair.  My cock
was at full attention.  His little button peepee remained in its small
state, but then that was to be expected at his age.  Still, he was
obviously enjoying the feeling and the sensation of having his hair washed.
I rinsed him out and lathered him up again with the shampoo.  Now the
tangles had come undone, and I could really get through all his hair.  It
felt so soft and silky.  The shampoo smelled good as well.  Wow!  This was
all turning out to be really fun!

Finally, a quick rinse, and a cursory dry with the towel.  Then picked him
up again.  Hmmmm.  Already he was smelling better because of the shampoo.
I started to kiss him on his clean, sweet-smelling hair, finding in myself
a sudden passion that surprised even me.  I had to pull back before I went
overboard and scared him.

The peninsula was only a step away in the small kitchen, but as I took that
step, I felt my cock throb so hard I was surprised it didn't make a "boing"
sound.  Now we were headed toward the good stuff.  Holding him with one arm
against my side like a toddler, I threw a towel down onto the peninsula and
spread it out so he'd have something soft and warm to lie on.  I sat him
down and had to pry his little arms from around my neck.  I sat his butt in
the middle of the towel, then gently pushed down on his chest until he was
lying flat.  He gave no resistance whatsoever.

I'm not sure why, but there was something so obscene about him lying there
like that.  I mean, I had seen him naked already, but to be standing above
him, looking down on him, him spread out on a table waiting for me to
do—to do whatever on him.  Man!  My cock went "boing" again!

I filled a dishpan with warm soapy water and a big pot with clear water.  I
decided to start with his ears.  Gosh, when I went to clean them, they
seemed so tiny.  I used both the washcloth and my soapy fingers and gently
went over him countless times.  I used the slightly abrasive mesh sponge to
get behind his ears really good as well as the sides and front of his neck.
I took a long time doing his neck over and over until the water rinsed
clear.  It wasn't bad for him to endure but it wasn't really pleasurable
either, I don't imagine.  But he remained quiet and still.  I think from
his viewpoint, it was all good in that someone was paying some kind of
positive attention to him.  He was obviously bereft of that.

Next I did his eyes and mouth, deciding that once we were finished there,
all of the tricky parts would then be done with.  I washed and rinsed both
about 4 times, then dried him with a towel so he could open his eyes and
see.  Now it was going to get more fun from here out.  It was a foaming
body wash that I had, and squirting out a big wad into my hand, I started
on his forehead, then down his temples and all around on his nose, cheeks,
and chin.  Fuck!  I was really getting into this—I mean REALLY!  I was
still perving on his being splayed out for me on the kitchen counter like a
piece of meat; but also reveling in the feel of his smooth skin under my
soap-slippery hands, especially his soft cheeks.  I never thought about it
before, but there's something uniquely intimate about touching another
person's face – about their letting you do it.  It was absolutely
fucking wonderful!  I wondered if any of the other neighborhood boys would
let me do this kind of stuff with them also.  Sweet, young Freddie let out
a little sigh, obviously enjoying it too.  I decided to give him more
enjoyment.

"Hey, Freddie," I said softly, "did you like it this morning when I sucked
your peepee?"  (Of course he did, he got hard right away.  But I wanted to
hear him say it.)  "Mm-hmm," he replied in the affirmative.  Another cock
twitch for me.

"Would you like me to suck you right now?"

"Mm-hmm."

Oh FUCK!  Surprising myself with my speed, I practically dove onto his
little button and feasted: sucking, licking, spitting and humming on it.
"Oh!  Oh!" he cried in that incredibly high-pitched voice as he squirmed
around on the counter.  My cock was rubbing against the edge of the counter
and I had to back my middle away from it lest I cum any second.  No way did
I want that right now — I was going to drag this out until he had to go
home tonight.  But feeling his tiny boy peepee grow and flex in my mouth,
along with hearing his cute little outbursts was making me crazy.

As he did this morning, he quickly acheieved his full hardness of two
circumcised inches.  The head was light pink and the rest of it—actually
all of him that the sun didn't see was blinding white.  Shit, that is so
hot!  I don't know why I didn't notice that on him before.  But take a
young, skinny, smooth boy and then add in really white skin and you
multiply that sense of youngness—of innocence and naivety and purity by
a factor of 10!  Yup, Freddie was a 10 in my book!  And his little
throbbing penis was impossibly thin.  I could say it was the size of my
little finger, but in reality, it was much closer to the size of HIS little
finger.  Man!  How did he even pee through that tiny thing?  No matter.  He
was perfect!  Beyond my wildest dreams!

"Hmm!  Hmm!  MMMmm!" was coming out of his soapy face.  I pulled off of
him, not wanting him to cum yet either.  No.  We were going to do a slow
build to what I hoped would be another crazy orgasm for me, and a
fantastically memorable first one for him.  By reflex, I replaced my mouth
with my soapy hand and jacked him a couple of times, getting his little
pecker covered in the foam.  I could have rinsed it off, but I decided to
keep him soapy down there to remind me to keep my horny mouth off of him.

I went back to his face and just massaged him with the soap over and over.
Once in a while he would let out a long, soft sigh and his little naked
body would seem to relax even more.

After several minutes, I decided to move on and gave him his final rinse
above the neck.  I gave his cock and balls a little rub, just to keep him
hard (and because I could), then started on his shoulders.  I did his whole
front, not missing a square centimeter – armpits, fingers one-by-one,
between the toes, soaping up his whole crotch area every minute or so along
the way.  I took my time with the mesh, the washcloth, my bare hands.  It
was wonderful for us both.  He continued with his occasional sighs as his
body continued to become sheer putty for me to play with.  He never lost
the happy look from his sweet little face.

After a good 15 minutes, maybe more, I was finally done with his front.  I
decided to wash his little anus next.  "Okay, Freddie," I said, almost
forgetting for a moment how sexual all this was, "let's get your legs up so
I can wash your hiney-hole."  Oh.  I shuddered at hearing those words come
out of my mouth.  I put my hands under his knees to get him started, then
he took the cue and without hesitation, brought his bony knees up to his
skinny little chest.  Then he just looked up at me with a smile, waiting to
see what I was going to do next.

What I was doing was having a near-heart attack!  OH FUCK!  I didn't know
whether to cry, let myself faint, or just dive right into it, shit stains
and all.  I mean, there it was!!!  His hole, his entrance, his winker, his
raisin, his...ooooohhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!  This was just too good to be true!
This was only the second hairless boy asshole I had seen but Mo's was dark,
not that his wasn't beautiful, but dark, in the middle of a passionate
scene in a dark, shaded room.  But Freddie...little Freddie was here in the
blinding light of my clean white kitchen, his blinding white ass upturned,
his little pinkish-white hole so obscenely on display for me to just stare
at forever.  And he just stayed there like that.  Looking up at me!
Smiling.  Oh, Freddie!  Oh, Fuck!!!  I had to get to it.

I wrung out the washcloth over his tight little pucker, getting more than a
few big drops right on it, causing him to "Ooh," and also flex it open a
little bit!  FFFUUUUCCCKKKK!!!!  I was like a millimeter away from breaking
into sobs, if such a thing can be measured.  Oh...!  When I had him good
and wet, I took the bottle of body wash and just kept squirting it right
onto his little asshole until there was a big wad of foam on it.
Then...forget the sponges and rags, this called for skin to skin contact.
I slowly inserted my finger into the pile of foam until I felt skin.  Then
moving it slightly, I found the little dent.  Young Freddie squirmed a bit
but made no sound.  He was still smiling but had his eyes shut in horny
pleasure now.

Slowly, feeling shaky all over, feeling near-faint, like I must be
dreaming, I started rubbing.  "Ooh!" he chirped, sounding like a little
flute.  Oh, the sound of his high voice was yet another feast for my
overloaded senses.  I began making bigger swipes, going in circles, back
and forth, then adding another finger.  Fuck!  He had to let go of his
knees and brace himself with his hands on the kitchen counter while his
little narrow ass started to writhe around.  "Ooh, ooh, ooh!!" he piped
over and over, mixed with breathless little gasps and sighs.

"Wait `til I lick it, Freddie!" I almost yelled out in lust.  "OOOHHH!" he
squealed.  I jolted, almost as if about to orgasm.  Fuck!  After 5 minutes
of this, I decided we had both had enough for a while.  I tried to slow
myself down – tried to get a grip on my run-away lust.  Before I could
really dive in and be really close with him, I still had to wash his entire
back side.  And I wanted to take time and enjoy that.  Besides, I felt like
I was one second away from crying, fainting, or having my heart beat itself
out of my chest.  "Get a grip!  You have hours with this kid!" I screamed
to myself inside my brain.  Sigh.  I looked down and saw that little
Freddie was panting, and the sight, sound, and thought of that just about
sent me into orbit again.  "Get a grip!" I screamed to myself again.

Like a robot who was also somehow watching itself from across the room, I
willed myself to rinse off his little butt.  A little pat with the towel,
and then I gently pulled his legs down.  "Aren't you going to lick me now?"
he managed to say in his little high voice.  Oh Freddie, you are driving me
crazy, you little fucker!  "Soon," was all I could say.  "Soon," I said
once more, as I grabbed the edge of the counter to keep myself upright.

After taking a few slow deep breaths, I got him rolled over and...oh MOMMY,
I can't TAKE IT ANYMORE!  "Freddie!" I managed to blurt out as my butt
dropped to the floor with a thud, "I've got to take a break!"  Then there
was a clunk as I fell against the cabinets and blacked out.  When I came
too, my head was still spinning; and hurting, my temples throbbing.
Oh...but the object of my desire...?!  "Freddie," I gasped out, reaching up
and behind my head toward the counter.  "You still there?" I panted.  I
felt a little hand reach into mine and squeeze.  Wow.

I started to get right up but then thought better of it and fell back
against the cabinets again.  I would have to sit here until my head stopped
spinning.  Still, it was nice holding his hand.  It felt so small in mine.

Finally, after a couple of minutes I started to feel semi-normal again and
started to get up.  This, time, I turned myself around and leaned against
the counter as I went, holding on to steady myself.  I slowly pulled myself
up on to my knees so that my shoulders were leaning against the edge the
countertop, my face almost even with his cute butt as he laid there quietly
on his stomach.  No, check that – my face almost even with his
MAGNIFICENT butt!

Yes, Freddie was almost thin enough to see through and yet, there's
something about lying down on the stomach that makes anyone's butt jut way
up into the air.  Literally inches from my face, the small of his back
seemed to be barely 2 inches (5 cm) from the countertop, and then his
little boy behind rose like some great alabaster mountain 4...5...could it
be even SIX inches up?!  Could it be that I was going to faint again?!!
NO!!!  Almost putting holes through the laminate, I dug my fingers into the
counter and willed myself to stay vertical and fixed on this visual feast.
I had to hurry.  I had to get my mouth to this mountain!

Rising up with new-found strength, I once again looked down on the
magnificent sight that had moments ago sent me crashing to the floor.
There he was.  There was Freddie, splayed out for me on his stomach this
time: his still wet, but now drying blond hair; his bony, tan shoulders;
his bony wedges of shoulder blades; the small of his back; and then: the
buttocks – his hiney, his ass, butt, rump, behind, backside – his
fresh young mountain at which I, and I alone in all the world would soon be
privileged to worship.  There are no words.  "Beautiful" does not begin to
do it justice.  It was so white – blazing white against his tan skin;
the sun was filling the kitchen; the light bouncing off of it.  I could
almost hear singing.  It was absolutely flawless -- so smooth, so new, so
pure, so young, so small.  It was so inviting, so touchable, so kissable,
so eatable.  Oh, Freddie!!!!!!!!

Panting so hard in lust and using every fiber in my being to will myself
from fainting again, I managed to grab the body wash and squirted it
everywhere, nearly covering him in piles of foam from his shoulders down to
the top of his thighs.  Using both hands now, I roughly rubbed him all
over, sliding and massaging his small frame with my new-found passion,
eliciting little "Mmms" from him which of course, only served to make my
straining cock throb even harder.

I continued my assault, making fast circles on him now, like polishing a
car – spending moments on each precious spot -- his shoulders, upper
back, middle, base, and then...and then, the ass.  Slowing down now, as if
walking into a quiet place, I began making my circles on each of the bold
little cheeks staring up at me, each one barely larger than a grapefruit,
and easily graspable in one hand.  As I rubbed his magnificent buttcheeks
over and over,I let out a long, slow sigh that came from someplace deep
within me – a place of years of pent up lust and unfulfilled fantasy.
Now, here was the living, breathing fantasy right before my eyes – in my
hands!  Oh, Freddie!!!!!!!!

Enough with the hands, I had to get my face to the mountain.  Working a
little faster now, I grabbed two scrubbing pads and pushed the foam from
his ass down to his feet then went up and down continually over his legs,
bringing yet another sigh of contentment from his little lungs.  I had
already done his entire feet, including the soles (which took a really long
time) when I had him lying on his back.  So now, we were almost done.
Another minute, a few rinses, and then THERE.  A fully clean, I mean,
sparkling clean little boy.  I lovingly dried him with the towel, following
my hand down with kisses.  As I dried his shoulders, I kissed his cheek as
his head was turned to the side, facing me.  The look of joy on his face
was priceless!  As I dried the middle of his back, I kissed his shoulders,
and on down.  When I dried his legs, I kissed those two magnificent orbs,
drawing a snort, then a giggle out of him.  But I stayed there – I
couldn't move.  Even as I stretched my hand down to dry his feet, I
couldn't stop giving him little kisses all over his sweet butt, eliciting
yet again, a "hmm" and a sigh from my beautiful little tyke.

"There!" I said, standing up and tossing the towel aside, "all done."  I
was almost breathing normally now.  Could it be that I was getting USED to
such incredible stuff?  Could it be that my body was overloading me with
adrenaline to balance out my crazed, ongoing lust?

"Am I all clean now?" he asked in that impossibly cute little-boy voice of
his that I was loving more and more with each word.  "Yes, Freddie," I said
as I turned my back to him to step over to the sink and dump the pans of
water down the drain.

What I saw when I turned around hit me as if I had been struck by an
immense bolt of lightning.  I instinctively let myself fall back to the
counter, once again grabbing the edge with white-knuckle power.  But I
could not faint this time, I just COULDN'T!  I couldn't miss one second of
this sight!  He had asked me several times about getting his butt licked.
Now, he had stuck it up high in the air, his knees bent, his shoulders
still down on the counter, his butt jutting up and back to meet my wet
tongue.  OH FREDDIE!!!!!  OH FUCK!!!!!!!!

My view of him was a side view, his enormously skinny profile, obscenely
crowned by the arch of his white ass looking to me like something that
could only have been carved by Michelangelo.  In a trance-like state, I
made my way around the counter, slowly watching as the view went
tantalizingly from the side towards a back-view.  And then, there I was.
There IT was – the object of my lust for the past hour, the goal of
everything I had done to him since he walked in my door at noon.  There
were the alabaster cheeks, blindingly
white... smooth... open... spread... wide... obscenely splayed.  As if
hypnotized, my view went from the gorgeous little boy cheeks to the center
– the center of his body – the center of his being – the center of
my passion...

The hole.  Pink and white and tight and pure and precious and never touched
by human lips or tongue.

OH FUCK!!!!!!!  I jerked and snorted out a little sob at its beauty.  But
NO, I would not cry!  I fought back the tears as I could have nothing
clouding my vision.  And it was a vision.

"Make it wink for me, Freddie," I heard myself say, in a low, almost growl
of lust.

"Huh?" came the confused little voice.

"Flex it.  Pretend you are pooping something out and push to make your
butthole move."  Was that clear enough for a young child?  YES!  IT WAS!!!
I saw it MOVE!!!  He WINKED it at me!!!  OH MOMMYYYYY!!!!!!!!  "Keep doing
that, Freddie," I screamed, and then like the breaking of a dam, I whipped
my head down and dove on him with full force.

I smashed my face into his widely spread cheeks, immediately stabbing my
tongue, making noises that sounded like a pack of wild dogs.  I was crazy
with lust.  I noticed that Freddie was making his own dog sounds as well,
although his was more of a howling.  Still, he managed to keep that little
white hot ass in place, if anything, flexing it open more and pushing back
to meet my stabbing tongue.  FUCK!!!  I say again, FUCK!  FUCK!  FUCK!
SHIT!  FUCK!  FUCK!!!

I feasted on his little ass as if it was a buffet and I was starving.  At
times I would lick around the edge of his hole, then farther out before
diving to the center again for more dedicated tongue fucking.  Other times,
I would open my mouth as wide as I could and suck on the middle of his
cheek.  Sometimes, I would even bite him, not hard, of course.  And the
entire time, I was practically screaming into his ass, shrieking out loud
"MMMMM's!" with every source of contact.

If my lust was ramping up, Freddie's was already on the runway – he was
starting to writhe back and forth more and more, screaming and bucking his
head up and down, and then, as his own screams took his breath away, he
would stop and gasp for air like a dying man.  It was all so fuckin' sexy!
I kept at it.  I grabbed tightly to his thighs to keep him still.  I
tongued.  I stabbed.  I lapped.  I spit onto him to make him that much more
wet and slippery.  Like a snake, I slithered my tongue in and out, up and
down, and all around.  His screams were so lustful they bordered on sounds
of agony, while their high pitch must have come close to breaking all the
windows.  But it all served to make me even crazier with lust.

As the bucking and writhing of his tiny body kept increasing and I was
finding it harder to keep that supreme tongue-to-orifice contact, I had
another wicked idea for something new.  Bolting upright from my bent
position, I swiftly grabbed him around the waist with one arm, yanked him
up, spun him around like a pinwheel, then pulled him tightly to me.  He was
now upside down, his back to my chest, the top of his head down by the tip
of my cock, and his sweet little ass right in my face.  I dove in again.
"WWWHHHHAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!" he screamed, a combination of surprise
and delight emanating from his pink lips.

I started walking all around the apartment with him as I lapped at his
ever-loosening winker while his arms and legs flailed around in all
directions.  Why did I walk around with him?  Because I could.  There was
some weird type of added lustful sexiness in it for me, to know he was so
sparse of build that I could manhandle him so readily.  So far he had done
anything BUT complain!  As I dived back into his hole with renewed vigor,
my tongue now actually making it into the opening a bit more and more, he
somehow managed to up his level of ghastly screams, making my cock throb
even harder.

And fuck!  Although he tried to bend at the neck and keep his head from
being upside down, once in a while the top of his little head, with that
clean, silky hair, would brush across the tip of my raging erection,
causing me to almost collapse in lust.

But I guess the blood rushing to his brain became too much for him.
"I...I...I..." he couldn't get the words out from all his crazy lust and
gasps for air... "Let me go," he finally managed to say.

"Let you GO?  You want RELEASE, FREDDIE?!"  I was almost screaming, so far
gone was I in unbridled lust.  "I'll give you release, you little fucker!
I'll give you a release like you've never seen in your life!"  And with
that, I stormed into the bedroom, him still upside down, then keeping him
in that same arm, I slammed him down in the middle of the bed onto his
back.  It almost knocked the breath out of him, but he was okay.  I waited
a split second for him to stop bouncing and come to rest.  And then, once
again, I dove in – this time for the final time.  And this time, on his
dick.

"GGHHHRRRYYYMMMPPPHHHH!!!!!!"  Again came the wild-dog-like noises from me
as I dove my horny mouth onto his hard little cocklett and smashed my face
into his bald little boy crotch.  I had actually given his little friend Mo
an anal orgasm.  But Freddie was going to get the frontal treatment.  I
wanted to feel that little peepee throbbing in my mouth.

"HHHHMMMMMMMM!!!!" I screamed again, and again, almost sobbing in lust.  It
was so tiny, so skinny, so incredibly fucking hard!  And throbbing.  And
the lust-filled tyke, the little fucker, he did everything he could to
increase his own pleasure; grabbing my head, my hair, my ears – whatever
he could hold onto – and jutting his middle up off the bed into my wet
and welcoming mouth.  "ARKK!  GACKK!!  SQUKKK!!!"  It was him screaming
this time, his lust so overtaking him that his screams were broken
unintelligible outbursts of primal cries.  "HHHHMMMM!!!"  I screamed again
into him, over and over and over.  "GGKKK!  FKYYYKK!  HHHEEEPP!" he
continued.  Fuck, it was all so beyond belief sexy!

We continued like this for several minutes, the sounds of slurping,
sucking, slamming and screaming overflowing my ears.

But then his sound did change.  First there was a second of silence, and
then from him came a bullet "Oh!"  I willed myself to be quiet but
continued my mad attacked on his proud little boystick.  After another
second of silence, came another "Oh!"  Then more in rhythm they came now,
each one meted out with a smash of his groin up into my face.  OH FUCK!  He
was CUMMING!!!!!!

I couldn't help but go back to screaming in lust as I sucked madly, the
powerful throbs in his angry little nail sending me into orbit as I grabbed
my cock and sent myself into a blasting orgasm along with him.  The room
was filled with our unintelligible screams as we convulsed and made the bed
shake, his little hands and head both slapping onto the mattress in random
outbursts.  My load shot out like a spear all over his writhing legs and my
heaving chest.

"GGGAAAHHHH!!!!" he screamed, the throbs and thrusts of his tiny cock,
still so powerful in the passion of the moment.  Finally, about the same
time I was spent, his throbbing slowed down and stopped.  Not wanting at
all to disengage myself from that wonderful cocklett, I also didn't want to
cause him pain.  So I rose up and slammed my own self down on the bed right
next to him.  For several minutes, there was no sound except for the
intense gasping, then gradually more regular breathing of two people who
had just shared a powerful, overwhelming encounter.

As I came down from my high I managed to roll over and look at him.  His
eyes were closed, his chest going up and down in breath.  He was so
beautiful.  "Freddie," I said, almost in a whisper.  "Did you like that?"
No answer.  I thought about how rough I was, throwing him down on the bed
and man-handling him in the way that I carried him around.  But then, that
was nothing for ghetto kids, right?  They could take it.  That's why I
decided to move here.

"Freddie," I said again, more intensely, "are you alright?"  I was getting
a little nervous.  Fuck, I would sure hate it if he never came back again.
"Mm-hmm," he said finally.  "Was it good?" I asked, "did you like it?"
"Mm-hmm," he said again after another moment's pause.  "Did you like ALL of
it," I continued, wanting to make sure... "me grabbing you, carrying you
upside down, throwing you down on the bed?  Was that fun?  "Mm-hmm," he
said, still with his eyes closed.  Ahhh.  I breathed a huge sigh of relief.

"Do you want a hug, sweetie?" I asked.  "Mm-hmm," he said again, yet he
didn't move or open his eyes.  So I maneuvered him – he was like putty –
onto my chest, his feet down between my legs and my arms wrapped around his
back, alternately squeezing him and petting him all over, especially his
butt, of course.  After a few minutes, he brought his hand up to my chest
and patted me.  I shuddered.  This boy was so cute!

I wanted to do so many things with him.  No, not fuck him!  Not even suck
or rim him now, but love him – shower him with kisses all over, nuzzle
my face into his body, tell him how beautiful and special he was.  "What do
you want to do now, Freddie?" I asked.  "When can I take my bath?" he said.
Huh?  Wasn't he present when I spent nearly an hour washing him up and
down?  Okay, I have to think like a little kid.  "Oh," I said, "you want to
play in the tub?"  "Uh-huh," he said.  "Are you hungry?" I asked.  With
that he jerked his little head up off my chest and looked at me, nodding
vigorously in the affirmative.  "Well let's get you some food,
Michelangelo!" I said, and I picked him up and carried him to the kitchen.
I started to sit him down at the table, but he again wanted to keep his
hands tightly around my neck.  So I shifted him to my hip and held him
while I nuked some tomato soup and made us some grilled-cheese sandwiches.
When the food was all set, he readily let go of me to grab his sandwich and
stuff a quarter of it into his mouth in one bite.  I watched him eat,
feeling happy, sad, lucky, in dis-belief.  It dawned on me that there was
nothing for him to play with in the tub.

"Freddie," I said, "will you be okay here if I run to the store?  I'll be
back in about a half an hour."  "Okay," he said.  Would he be okay?  Does
he even know what a half an hour means?  "When you're done eating, you can
watch TV on the bed."  "Okay," he said again, then slurped in a spoonful of
soup.

The J-Mart was 10 minutes away.  I didn't like leaving him along for all
kinds of reasons, but I had to do something for this kid.  He wanted to
play in the bathtub and by golly, he was going to have boats!  And in
reality, that was a small price to pay.  I mean, if anywhere in the world
you could go somewhere and pay for what I just got – to have a boy so
small, so beautiful, so willing, so into it, so intense, so sweet, so
loving – why it would be worth a thousand dollars easily – ten
thousand to those who could afford it.  A few toys were a small price to
pay for what he had just given me.

Rather than take a lot of time to choose, I just grabbed a lot of boats,
some little plastic men, a ducky.  I even thought of bubble bath.  I bet he
would like that.  On the way to checkout, I decided to grab a couple pairs
of basketball shorts for him as well as a few superhero t-shirts.  Then I
added underwear as well.  I ended up being a few minutes longer than I
wanted but before long I was home and we were in the bathroom, him still
naked, standing there while I filled the tub.  It was one of those huge,
old-fashioned, deep old ball-and-claw legs type of tubs.  It would be fun
to take a bath in.

I lifted him in and started to the kitchen to clean things up.  "Aren't you
going to get in and play with me?" he asked.  By gosh, I think it was the
most words I had heard come out of his mouth at once all afternoon.  And of
course, I couldn't resist.  "Sure, Freddie," I said, and shucked my clothes
right in the doorway where I stood.  We played, we cuddled, I added the
bubbles, much to his delight.  I squeezed, rubbed, petted, held,
nuzzled...sighed...  No, there was no more sex.  One orgasm a day like that
is certainly enough for a little boy.  And as it was the third for me, I
too, was satiated.

We stayed in the tub until the water was too cold, then cuddled naked on
the bed forever, watching cartoons.  I smelled his hair, sucked his neck,
fondled his little peepee, but neither of us got aroused.  We ate some
frozen pizza.  When I saw it was getting dark, I got him dressed in his new
clothes, which of course, he loved.  With his clean, beautiful hair (a full
two shades lighter now that I had washed it) he looked beautiful.  I
carried him to the door and kneeled down to put him on the floor.  "Don't I
get a kiss for all that?" I said teasingly as he turned around to reach the
doorknob.  I thought he would pat me on the head with a giggle, as Mo had
done earlier today when I asked for a kiss.  But no, not Freddie.  With his
lips already puckered as he turned, he stretched up and gave me an amazing
2 or 3 second kiss right on the lips.  "Thank you," he said with a smile.
Then he opened the door and was gone.

Once again, I found myself collapsed naked on my living room floor, reeling
from all that had just happened.  I had moved to the ghetto to suck boy
dick, and hopefully, rim some boy ass.  I was successful, lucky on both
counts this day.  But I had only every fantasized about a "suck `n' go."  I
never dreamed that I would be cooking food or shopping for someone.  But
Freddie needed that.  He deserved that.  Yes, he wasn't a little thug like
the two other boys I had sucked off.  But he shared with the other two that
total lack of parental concern or supervision, plus that lack of any
boundaries concerning one's body.  He was starved for attention and instead
of developing that hard shell like the other two boys had, Freddie was
still open.  So open that he had let me do anything and everything I wanted
to him – way beyond what I could have gotten away with on Mo, and
especially with the 13-year-old – my first this morning.  Freddie was a
little different, but he was still a ghetto kid.  Yup, I had made the right
decision to move – to move into my house in the ghetto.

THE END

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