Date: Tue, 20 May 2008 11:28:57 -0500 From: Justin Subject: Let's Make a Deal (M/t, oral, anal) The following story contains graphic sexual scenes involving older males and younger males. If material of this nature offends you then you should not read this story. Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age in most states you are not allowed to read this story by law. This story is purely a work of fiction. Any resemblance to person's living or dead, or to events that may have occurred, is purely coincidental. Additionally, the actions of the characters in this story are in no way intended to show approval of, or give sanction to, their actions. The author claims all copyrights to this story and no duplication or publication of this story is allowed, except by the web sites to which it has been posted, without the consent of the author. Positive comments are always welcome and you may e-mail them to Justin0398@gmail.com Let's Make A Deal Thirteen year old Danny Adams, his spidery body sitting on the green, shag, carpet, stared in awe, eyes going wide open, as the huge penis was revealed to him in all it's glory for the first time. Oh, he knew the owner of such an impressive cock had one, for he had seen the bulge in Mr. Johnson's pants more than a few times. But, to witness it first hand was a totally different matter. "Oh God!" Danny moaned, then looked downward toward the carpeted floor, his whole persona filled with dread. "What's the matter, Danny?" Albert Johnson asked. "Uh, it's just so big," Danny mumbled, not raising his head and prompting Albert Johnson to grin. Now, of course, there is a story as to how Danny, whose eyes were tearing up in expectation of what was to come, was sitting on the carpeted floor naked awaiting his fate. It was somewhat of a simpler time, a less complex time, when Albert Johnson inspected the two bedroom cottage that was for sale in the middle class neighborhood that was packed with kids, especially boys. They seemed to be everywhere. Although the cottage did need some work, the nature of the neighborhood was most certainly a selling point for Albert. He signed the papers that day and paid cash. It was the early 1970's, when shorts were really shorts and long hair, like the beautiful, shoulder-length, blonde hair Danny sported, was popular. After spending almost an additional $10,000 to have the cottage spruced up to his standards Albert had moved in, not that the additional money really mattered. Both of Albert's parents had been killed in a plane crash in 1959, when Albert was eighteen. As an only child, Albert inherited the largest trucking company in California and all the wealth his mother and father had amassed. Conservatively, worth 30 million, which was no small sum in the 1950's, Albert had invested his money wisely and put aside all thoughts of college. After all, he didn't need to worry about his future with that much money. Nor, as he figured, did he need to hide the fact that he was gay anymore. Nor, specifically, that he liked young boys. He had reveled in the pictures of the young creatures in the nudist magazines he had secretly purchased and hidden and had jerked off a gazillion times to them. Also, at this point, it should be noted that Albert had been blessed with three things. His good looks, he was tall and lanky, the spitting image of his father, with coal black hair and blue eyes. For better or worse, he had also been blessed with his father's cunning. Albert could maneuver anyone into anything, given the right circumstances. Lastly, what hung between his legs was a thick, flaccid, circumcised, cock that grew to almost 10 and one-half inches when it was good and hard. "Please! I just can't!" Danny wailed, looking up again at the hardening monster between Albert's legs and shaking his head from side to side. "You made the choices, Danny," Albert replied, beginning to stroke his massive meat to erection. In response, Danny began to whimper because he knew the older man was right. He had just gotten too greedy and his greed now had him at the point where the big, hardening, tube was going all up his butt. Naturally, it was some years before the story gets to where Danny is in his current predicament. They say that money is the root of all evil. And, for Albert, he had purchased quite a bit of it over the last twenty or so years. He had moved into a developing suburban neighborhood, outside of San Diego, and, through his cunning, ultimately had a dozen boys who were coming buy getting their pricks sucked, their ass eaten, and, for a couple of them, even getting fucked, although it was only the older ones that Albert even considered, for the younger ones would have been ripped to shreds by his massive cock. After awhile, when he felt that things began to get risky, Albert moved to Seattle, settling down in a similar growing suburban neighborhood that had lots of boys. That lasted for almost ten years, until one of the boy's parents confronted him and he moved like a gun shot out of there, leaving everything behind but his clothes. That prompted the move to the current cottage in the Chicago suburb where he now lived. Of course, in the 70's, investigative tools were not a good as they are now. So, by dying his hair, growing a moustache, and a few other changes, Albert was able to blend into the woodwork, so to speak. Now, as to the title of this story and what new scheme Albert had up his sleeve with the boys. Everyone knows that was around in the 70's, or has seen the re-runs, that one of the most popular game shows on television at the time was "Let's Make a Deal." One of the reasons the show was so popular, according to many, was that quite a few times greed got the best of the contestants as they went for another door when they had a prize in their hand already, only to find that they got zonked with virtually nothing. At his new Chicago digs, Albert thought it would be kind of cool to do the same thing, if he was going to pay out bucks to the boys. So, he devised a scheme whereby there would be three large cards on the coffee table, each representing one of the doors from the game show, and he would have the boys select one of them. Then, the bargaining would begin. Timmy Simpson was the first. The cute red-haired imp had chosen card number two, and twelve year old Timmy had settled for the twenty dollar blow job the card offered, and squealed to the rafters as he unloaded a ton of boy cum into Albert's mouth. And so it went, until there were ten regulars. Now, at this point, something needs to be said about Danny. Unlike the rest, Danny was a sight right out of heaven, for Albert at least. Oh, Albert had had boys, a lot of them, but none of them had been like Danny. Danny's long, gazelle-like legs, a waist you could almost put your hands around, his spidery arms, his long blonde hair and blue eyes, his facial features, all of those things gave Danny an androgynous look that, if it hadn't been for what was between his legs, would have made one think he was a girl. But, the tiny tuft of blonde pubes that was beginning to form, and the thick, uncircumcised penis and pecan-sized balls beneath them definitely identified Danny as male. Albert loved the way Danny's penis stuck out from his body like a small pump handle; the loose foreskin always fully retracted. Albert had slurped on it quite a few times, the lovely taste of the boy's already adult sperm still lingering in his mouth as he forked over the twenty dollars to the kid. Over five inches of penis is what Danny already had, when erect, and his balls delivered the most sweet-tasting sperm Albert had ever encountered. "Please, Uncle Albert, I just can't!" Danny whined, again shaking his head from side to side as Albert's penis continued to harden. "Look, Danny, you wanted the motorbike. You jumped up and down when you drew the card. Now, it's your choice. You can walk out of here with a motorbike or with nothing. But, if it's the bike, I'm gonna fuck your butt." "It's just too big!" Danny wailed in response. "Look, Danny, you know damn well I've had three fingers in your butt before when I've been sucking you. You can handle it." "Oh God!" Danny groaned in response. "Danny, get up off the floor, take my hand, and let's get this over with. That motorbike is going to make you the envy of all the kids." Albert responded, holding out his hand. In response, there was a deep moan from Danny. Then, he rose up off the carpeted floor, took hold of Albert's hand, and like someone being led to the gallows headed toward Albert's bedroom. "Get on the bed. Head down and butt up. We're gonna start that way first." Albert said, once they had gotten to the bedroom. Danny slowly got onto bed and positioned himself as he had been told. As he did so, Albert couldn't help but smile at the kid's perfect bubble butt and the splayed ass crack which revealed the pick target that was about to be on the receiving end of his slicked up cock. But first, there needed to be a little preparation. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Danny exclaimed, as Albert's tongue went to work on his hole. Most assuredly, it wasn't he first time the man had eaten Danny's ass. However, it had always been when Danny had been sitting on the couch and he had had his legs pulled back to allow the man access. This was different. Danny felt more vulnerable this time, and in more than one sense he was. "Unnnnnnnnnngggggggggghhhhhhhhh! Danny wailed, as the man's tongue bored into his most private region. For some time, Albert ate the kid's hole. Then, he grabbed the tube of lube nearby and squirted a liberal amount on his fingers. As he did so, he took great satisfaction in the fact that Danny's dick was already rock-hard and pulsing with his every heartbeat. "Now, I'm gonna lube you up. We've done this before, just on the couch. Just relax and let me open you up and then we'll get started." Albert said, prompting a soft moan from Danny. First one finger, then two. It was when Albert inserted the third and began to work all three around and in and out of Danny's asshole that Danny yelped and then began to groan loudly. Soon, when Danny's butt began fucking back on Albert's fingers, and a ribbon of pre-cum oozed from Danny's piss slit onto the bed sheets, Albert knew Danny was ready. "Danny, I'm going to fuck you now. But you've got to relax. You can do it. Once you get used to me being in you it will be okay. " Albert said, prompting a whimper from Danny. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Danny exclaimed, as he felt the huge dick of the man make contact with his asshole, and, as he turned his head to look he wished that he hadn't, for it was if a giant California Redwood was about to go into his butt. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh---I can't!" Danny wailed, and scrambled away toward the headboard of the bed and cowered there like he had seen the most horrific monster in the world. "Look, Danny, you know the game. You agreed to the terms. Now, if you want the motorbike, get the fuck back over here and let's get started." Albert said, putting a little more lube on his big cock, slicking it up even more. Danny began to cry as he again assumed the position. And, he howled at the ceiling like a coyote when the huge head entered his bottom. He beat his fists on the bed sheets and pounded his head on them as Albert worked the huge cock into his bottom. His sobs filled the room. Then, something happened. Something amazing, to Danny at least. And he went silent. Deep down, at what seemed like the base of his balls, tingly feelings started. His penis, which had gone limp with all the fear, inflated as if someone had pumped it up with an air hose at the gas station. It began to drip pre-cum profusely and Danny began to groan loudly as the feelings continued to intensify. The huge cock was sliding without mercy across his youthful prostate sending electric-like charges clear down to his toes. "That's it baby, I told you. You got it all! Every bit of it is in you. You like it huh?" Albert asked, as he began to make slow, long, strokes. "yesssss," came the meek reply from Danny, his toes now curled almost to the breaking point. Oh, it was a championship fuck that day. Albert fucked Danny doggie style for awhile then sideways. Then, he flipped him over on his back and threw those long legs of Danny's over his shoulders, and plowed his ass some more. Danny came three times that day, not touching himself once, before Albert unloaded what felt, to Danny, like a molten river of sperm into his bottom, Danny halfway crying and laughing at the same time that he had done it and earned the motorbike. The End (Or is it?)