Date: Thu, 31 Dec 2015 22:14:49 +0300
From: Jack Pinkerton <jack.b.pink@yandex.com>
Subject: How Hunter Got Into Show Business, Chapter 5

How Hunter Got Into Show Business Chapter 04, Mb
By Jack B Pink (jack.b.pink@yandex.com)
http://www.asstr.org/~JackBPink/
Codes: Mb(9, 8), oral, anal, interracial, wrestling, role-play, prost

Please be aware that this story describes, in erotic detail, sexual
interactions between males and between adults and minors (both over and
under 14). The author vehemently discourages and condemns any sort of
adult-child abuse including sexual abuse - even if all parties involved are
"consenting" at the time. Seriously. It's not worth destroying a child's
life to get off. Just read these harmless stories.

This story is meant solely for entertainment purposes, not
instruction. Please do yourself a favor and DON'T harm or abuse any real
children.

The characters and events depicted in this story are completely
fabrications and in no way relate to real people or real events. Any
appearance of similarity to real persons or events is completely
coincidental.

***I thrive on feedback. If you enjoy this or any of my other stories, I'd
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I pressed my big hand with its long fingers into the black kid's face and
smeared my load around. I rubbed it into his cheeks and on his nose until
the white cream had been absorbed by the ebony dermis.

The boy's nine year old fist was still lodged in my rectum, providing me
with a delightful ache. I pulled his little hand out of me and immediately
felt empty. As I sat down on him, pushing against his diaphragm, I felt his
little boy stiffness poking my back. With a muse of inspiration, I stuck my
fingers down his throat. He convulsed, gagging, but my hand came back doing
with his spit. I smeared it on his throbbing little dick, ensuring the
moistness.

With an eager ferocity, I jammed his little cock into my anus, feeling the
thin tube open me slightly. Below me, LeBoyd gasped. I waited a moment,
examining this new sensation. I'd never had a boy dick in me before. It was
an odd sensation. It was almost like being fingered with just one digit,
but softer and smoother. It didn't have any of the usual aches and
stretches I usually associated with initial penetration, but it also didn't
have much of the pleasure.

Still, I decided the little boy inside of me should have a bit of fun, so I
started to gyrate on him, making sure to take care to not let the little
member fall out.

Moans tickled my ear and I looked down at the lovely boy. His eyes were
closed and his mouth open, relaxed. I couldn't help myself. I let a large
gob of spit splatter into his open mouth. It landed on his tongue and he
gasped in surprise. Then smiled an he swallowed. Slut.

I could feel his little prepubescent hard on prodding my middle-aged
hole. The LBC (little black cock) started thrusting into my grinds. LeBoyd
was starting to take control of his pleasure. I looked down at his shiny,
sweaty face. His eyes were closed, his mouth upturned in a smile. He was in
his own world, feeling the pleasure that many got from him. His moans were
so young, but so determained.

I marveled at the feeling in my ass, the small body beween my thighs. It
was an odd sensation for me. I never bottomed for a boy. Hell, I almost
never bottomed at all, but there was something erotic about this. About
forcing a boy to use you. Give them that sense of power. I was surprised,
looking down between my legs at the euphoric boy below me. My own cock was
as hard as ever, despite having just painted his face and mouth with my
nut.

Soon, his thrusting became determined, pushing quicker and harder than
before. His gasps became ragged. His moans became almost shrill. Then, with
a final thrust, the most forceful yet, I felt his LBC throb against my
sphincter, his dry cum trying to fill me.

His little muscles relaxed in the afterglow. The biggest shit-eating grin
plastered on his face as he looked up into my lustful eyes.

"That was...That was...," LeBoyd said between gasps, "so amazing!" It was a
genuine feeling, and it caused my dick to swell even harder.

I pulled off of the LBC, hearing the slap of his softening boy dick hit his
groin. My lust was unabated, so wordlessly I turned him over. He was still
in his afterglow, but he knew what was about to happen. "Again?" he asked,
with only a hint of exasperation. Even though he was prepubescent, his lust
was abated, and he was done. But he also knew his place as a Hollywood
Boy. He was only done when I was.

So I lined up my leaking prick. I spread his dark cheeks and marveled at
the variance of a sight I could not get enough of: the head of my prick
masking, completely, a little boy's anus. Then pushing, only using my
natural lube, I could see the preteen hole allow me in, if
reluctantly. This was associated with a gutteral moan from the boy, so high
pitched, so bravely trying to sound pleasurable and not painful, but
failing so obviously. But the best part was the feeling. The warm glove
that pushed around my dick. At first, the nine-year-old anus was pushed
into the boy, not really relenting. It let my head in, but that's all. Then
when it couldn't hold back any longer, it relaxed, allowing me to slide all
the way in.

He moaned in a pleasure-pain as his sphincter struggled to stretch to my
girth, while my prick slid against his immature boy button. I moaned as my
penis was engulfed in the warmth, the tightness of the boy's rectum. I felt
his inside walls rubbing against my sex, my pre coating them, preparing
them for the abuse.

"Yeah, baby boy," I began my dirty talk as I bottomed out in the preteen's
bottom, "You like feeling me in you you skank?"

LeBoyd moaned assent, knowing his role whether it was true or not. He was
good, so I hoped he would be able to covinicingly play to my kink. I wasn't
disappointed.

"I'm not wearing a condom," I told him, pretending it wasn't obvious. I'd
let deceptiveness slide into my voice.

"Wh-what?" the boy said, realizing the role he was to play.

"That's right boy," I sneered as I pulled most of my prick out. Pushing in
firmly, I continued, "And I can smell your heat, boy. I know you're
ripe. I'm going to seed your cunt and knock you up. You're going to have my
baby."

To his credit, he didn't even hesitate. He started to struggle, to pull
away from me. "No. No, I'm too young a boy. I'm not ready. Please...Ungh."
I'd wrapped my arms around his shoulders, trapping the boy to me,
preventing his escape as I thrust into his well fucked, but still tight
hole.

"Yeah, I'm going to knock you up, bitch boy, and there is nothing you can
do about it." But he still tried.

* * *

As Mr. Juiles "impregnated" little LeBoyd, they didn't notice the man
carrying a younger white boy in his arms walk by their open
door. Eight-year-old Zachy struggled playfully in the grip of the very
large middle-aged man. Zachy's back was against the man's chest. He could
feel the coarse, wiry hair tickling his neck and shoulders above the hem of
his lycra wrestling singlet. His special-made lycra wrestling singlet. The
coarse hair made his little diddly a solid 2.5 inches. Or maybe it was the
large man's hand that was holding him there.

The man's other arm was wrapped between Zachy's smooth chest and his round
jaw, pushing firmly, but gently against his neck. Even if he wanted to,
Zachy wouldn't have been able to escape. Especially since the man had a fat
digit lodged in the little boy's tight rectum. Zachy didn't know who this
man was. He didn't even know what he looked like, but he was still proud
he'd attracted the attention of someone who wanted him.

As the boy-carrying-man walked into the bedroom, Zachy felt a softness on
his jawline surrounded by more scratchy hair. The man's lips started
sucking at his skin. He could feel the soft, wet tongue tasting his face,
and he moaned seductively, just as his older sister taght him. All the
eight-year-old seducer could seeas the man stumbled them deeper through the
room was a softly lit, twin-sized bed with Ninja Turtles sheets. He didn't
see the fat man with a big nose and large chin pull his softening prick out
of the anus of the gasping red-hedded boy in the next bed over. Instead, he
saw the Ninja Turtles sheets rush to his face as the man dropped himself
and the boy onto the matress.

"Oof," the wind was knocked out of him. He realized, now, that the stranger
was much bigger than he'd thought, as the full weight of the man crushed
him to the firm mattress below. The man slid his hand, that had until now
been simpultaneously cupping the boy's lycra-covered nads while fingering
the prepubescent sphincter, up the boy's thigh to his knee, forcing his leg
up and his prone stance wide. Zachy could feel a large bulge against his
opened crack, rubbing. But then it, and the weight of the man were
gone. Zachy turned over to have a look at his latest conquest, and was very
pleased with what he saw.

A man, dark haired, middle-aged, bearded and...huge. Fat, girthy, muscly,
all of the above. His arms and legs and chest bulged with muscles, but were
clearly under a thick layer of fat. His dark hair grizzled around his face
in a beard. The hair continued, though, along his burly arms, sticking out
from his pits and curling up through his tight cotton tank top through the
head and arm holes. His high end sweatpants hung loosely off his hips, but
his thick, but disappointingly soft cock bulged obviously at his front.

Zachy gulped, unable to remove his eyes from the not-so-mysterious lump
behind the cotton.

"That's way to big." He was starting to rethink his strategy. A deep rumble
broke his trance. He looked up into the stranger's face and saw him
grinning. Zachy blushed. He hadn't meant to say that out loud.

"Trust me, boy. I'll make it fit." Zachy started to shrink back, but
stopped himself. It wouldn't do any good. And he was using the man just
like the man was using him.

"You wanna wrestly, boy?" It wasn't really a question. But the false agency
and the chance for a little game gave Zachy the needed distraction. He
smiled at the man and nodded assent.

"Good, but we won't be playing to pin," The stranger explained, taking a
step closer to the bed and the boy. "Whoever gets a finger inside the
other's ass, to the second knuckle three times, wins." He smiled.

"That's no fair, you still have pants on," Zachy protested, letting his
competitiveness seep out.

The large man held out his arms to his side. "Fix it."

So Zachy reached out and pulled the sweats down. The man's cock lay a heavy
but limp four inches under a managed, but still hairy pubic bush and on top
of very large balls that dangled with a clear weight. The man's foreskin
completely covered his glands, but a shine of pre ejaculate gleamed from
the budded end. A musk wafted up Zachy's nose, causing his two and a half
inch nail to throb and his tight sphincter to flex in anticipation.

The man stepped out of the pile at his feet and crawled onto the bed over
the boy. As the man filled his vision, Zachy realized just what a size
difference there was. Just how massive the man was. They stared in
eachother's eyes: small, diminutive prepubescent child in an assless
wrestler singlet and hairy giant of a man, in just a grey, form fitting
tank top.

"Go!" The man whispered and dropped, tackling and smothering the
eight-year-old child. Zachy fought for breath between the soft, pectorals
that mashedd against the side of his face as the man slipped his massive
bear paws under him, searching for the win. The boy pushed and prodded,
trying to get free, but they both knew what was inevitable. Zachy felt
himself open up to the man's proping index. He didn't really try to stop
the man.

"One point for me," came the husky voice, as the man pulled out and sat
back. Zachy noticed his dick had started to harden and the tip of his
glands were exposed. Before the man could react, Zachy dove forward and
slapped the dangling balls, then slipped his finger up the hairy adult anus
as the man knelt, stunned.

"You play dirty, boy," He said, a hint of threat in his voice. But his cock
was even harder and bigger. With one hand, he grabbed Zachy by the hair and
forced him to the mattress. Zachy's legs flew up in a fetal, protective
position, and he felt the finger again.

"Its two-one, now."

Zachy was panting slightly, and tried his same trick again, but the man was
ready He pushed the boy's outstretched hand away and slapped his exposed
buns. He could have finished the match, but clearly he wanted to toy. As
Zachy leaned back, definsively to protect his precious hole from a loss,
the man spun around on all fours, exposing his hairy ass. It was a trap,
Zachy knew it, but he also knew he wouldn't get many opportunities. With
lightning speed, he pushed off of the wall and flew at the man's exposed
hole. His middle and index finger stiffened, pierced the man's rectum
before he could react. A suprised grunt was all, Zachy heard before the
anus clamped on his fingers and spun around, taking the boy with it.

The man's sphincter relaxed and Zachy slipped free and rolled away just as
the man pounced, missing him. Zachy jumped on the back of the man's head
and scrambled down his back as the man tried to stop him and grab him. But
the eight-year-old was too fast and too competitive. Before either man or
boy knew it, the boy had his two fingers lodged in the man's ass.

"I win! I win!" The boy shouted, while prodding the man's prostate. "What
do I win?"

The man turned, looking annoyed. "I don't know, you decide," He waved his
hand dissmissively. At first Zachy thought the stranger was talking to him,
but then he followed the giant's gesture. In a bed across the room,
crouched the fat man, a French director Zachy recognized as Rafael
Le'Strata. The man was on all fours and the red-haired crown peaked from
between the man's massive ass crack. There was a ginger boy face first,
probably tongueing the old fat bastard's asshole.

"Le weiner," the director said above the lapping sounds of his boy, "Gets
the loser's cock in his ass!" His eyes peirced the boy, making it clear he
was going to watch.

Zachy turned his gaze back to his wrestling parner. The man's dick throbbed
a hard 8.5 inches and as thick as the boy's forearm.

"But it's so big. I...I can't."

"You don't need to," the man grabbed Zachy's arm and pushed him face first
into the mattress. Zachy took a deep breath as he felt the wad of spit
splatter against his terrified hole. Then he felt the tip and he pushed his
face hard into the sheets.

And the man pushed, hard. Zachy's trained eight-year-old sphincter
struggled and stretched as the man's meat slipped inside. Zachy felt the
ache of the push, the hot, sharp pain of the stretch and cried silently in
the sheet. The man slid in and in and in. It seemed like forever, and
then...balls. Zachy felt like his stomach was stretched out. That was how
deep the stranger was. Then the fucking began. The man thrust in and out of
the boy. As he expected, Zachy's body quickly became accoustumed to the man
as he pistoned in and out. Pretty soon, the boy was pushing back, enjoying
the sex inside of him. He grunted. The man grunted. He pushed. The man
thrusted.

Over and over Zachy felt the hairy scrotum slap against his smooth
taint. Over and over, he felt the girth stretch him as he was entered. Over
and over, he felt the man's glans smash against the end of his rectum. And
then the thrusting became more forceful.

"Are you gonna fill me with your seed, Mister?" The boy said.

The man grunted, thrusting completely a final time and the boy felt his
rectum fill even more, as the man's semen gushed into him. The man
collapsed, spent, but still inside of the boy.

"Damn, kid. You're one good fuck. You wanna shoot a movie?"

Zachy smiled, "First, I want to shoot in you."

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