Date: Thu, 1 Dec 2022 06:28:36 +0000
From: Billie353535 Vegita <shutup_nz@hotmail.com>
Subject: That 80s Kid (Adult-Youth)

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It was the 1980s--hot and dusty--as I pulled up to the Motel 6 like I had
done a hundred times before. I travel the country a lot in search of boys
looking for a good time. I had been on the road all day, and this Motel 6
looked like the perfect place to stay the night. It looked barely
occupied as I made my way from my truck to reception.

After checking in, I scoped the place out. As luck would have it with a
lot of these places, there was a game room with a lone boy playing on one
of the arcade machines. His young body twisted and turned as he wrestled
with his game, his face contorting with desperation as he battled the
machine, barely able to see above the controls. There was no point in
trying to sneak up on him, as that could only scare the kid. Instead, I
made my way noisily towards him, my boots announcing my presence as they
crunched with my every step across the dry, dusty gravel. My cock
twitched in my jeans as I approached; it had a mind of its own, hoping it
would soon get to sample what this young lad had to offer.

He was playing a game I was familiar with from my travels called "Pac
Man." One could recognise it from a hundred yards away by the obnoxious
bleeps and bloops the game made with increasing frequency. From the looks
of it, the kid was losing, and my time to strike was nearing.

"Aw man! This game is bull!" The boy complained, giving the machine a
heartly slap with frustration.

"I'm guessing you lost then, huh?"

"Yeah! And that was my last quarter! This sucks. "

He looked somewhere around 11, wearing worn-out jeans, a grubby shirt,
and no shoes or socks. His dusty, faded backside told me he still had a
bit of childish energy to him, likely having scuffed around in the dirt
more than once. Boys like him were my favorites. They were a little more
rugged than their city-dwelling counterparts, a little more feisty, and
had some extra youthful exuberance. Sometimes they could be a little less
hygienic in some areas, but their energy and enthusiasm for life made up
for it. Plus, they tended to be easier to mould once I had them alone and
much more willing to do adventurous adult things.

"Ah well, these things happen. What's your name, kid?"

"What's it to you, OLD MAN."

"Hey, I'm not old!" I chuckled. He had spunk too. I was starting to get
hard at the idea of fucking him already.

"Yeah, and I'm not a KID either." The boy grumbled, crossing his arms in
front of him.

"Ah, well, I'm sorry about that. How about we start over. What's your
name, young man?" I asked with a wink.

"Jesse." The boy grunted. "What's yours?"

"Andy," I replied, offering my hand.

He denied my greeting, almost scoffing at me. He stood in front of me in
defiance, one eye squinting from the soon-to-be setting sun.

"Andy? That sounds like a perv's name." he retorted.

"A perv? What do you mean?"

"Well, you're old for a start. Shouldn't you be talking to people your
own age? Like your wife? And shouldn't your name be ANDREW or something?"

"Nope. It's Andy. And I'm not that old; I'm in my forties!"

"That's pretty old to me. I just turned twelve!"

"Well, you are practically a man then!" I laughed. "Have you got yourself
a wife yet?" I joked.

"No, of course not!" He stubbornly replied. "I don't have any hair on my
wiener either if you're going to ask me that."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, where did that come from? I was just asking about a
wife!"

"Yeah, but you're still a perv, though."

"Are you still on about that?" I tried to deny.

"Yep! I called you a perv before, and you didn't even deny it." He
yelled. "You only said why your name isn't Andrew and said you aren't
old."

How could I answer that? I couldn't. I dumbly stood there in front of
him. This kid was unlike any I had come across in his retorts. Yes, I was
a perv, but he wasn't meant to know that! Not yet, at any rate. My
ongoing silence as I stood there only exacerbated my guilt. Images danced
in my head of just throwing him across my motel room bed and fucking the
daylights out of him. Images that were quickly fading into obscurity.

"I uh, I should get back to my room." I stammered in defeat.

"Oh yeah? Want me to come along?" he teased after I turned my back. That
hurt.

I dragged myself back to my lodgings, my tail between my legs. I got my
first look at my room; it was basic, but the majority of Motel 6s were. A
bed. A desk. A bathroom.  There was probably a Bible hidden somewhere,
too. The place smelled like sex and burned cigarettes, even though it was
listed as non-smoking. I sighed to myself. It would be at least a couple
of days before I could try with another boy. Jesse would have been quite
a prize too. Boys with his sort of attitude could make for the best
fucks.

I removed my boots and stripped down to a singlet and boxers. I was
pretty tired from driving all day, so I figured I might as well just
sleep and head out again early in the morning. I went to draw the
curtains; Jesses Siloutte was still moving about in the distance. I
sighed and laid down for a rest.

"Oi! Oi Perv!  I heard Jesse calling from outside. He was still taunting
me, like it was some cruel game he was playing. Just leave me alone.

"Leave me alone, kid!" I shouted in return. I turned away from the
window, hoping he'd just leave. Why did I have to like boys like him so
much? I couldn't help being attracted to the young male body of a boy. As
he continued to call and shout, I wondered whether I should just abandon
my room entirely and drive off. I didn't want him to draw too much
attention to me.

"What are you doing in there, perv!?"

I had to leave; I had no other choice. I had to do something to stop him
from yelling. I had to get out there before the motel management heard
him hollering about me. I stuffed my clothes into my bag so I could get
changed back in the truck. And as I swung open the door to leave, there
he was, still standing in my doorway.

"Please leave me alone." I pleaded.

"I didn't say no, did I?" Jesse replied.

With my arms full of my clothes, he barged his way past me, wandering in
and plunking himself down on my bed. I don't know if it was my brain or
my cock doing the reasoning, but he seemed sincere, and the last glimmer
of hope made me close the door behind us. I turned to see him, and he
looked up and flashed me a smile. The cutest, toothiest smile I'd ever
seen on a boy.

"So you, uh... you still actually want this?" I asked.

Jesse just shrugged. "Sure. Not much happens around here. I heard there
were guys around fiddling with kids and figured you were one of those.
Wanna see me naked?"

"Uh, yeah, sure."

We were well and truly off my regular script, but it was all working out
better than expected. He stayed seated as he pulled off his t-shirt over
his head, showing off his tanned chest and tummy. His outie belly button
was about all I could see of his top half for a moment as he struggled to
get his shirt over his head. Then, without skipping a beat, he lay
backwards and unbuttoned his scruffy jeans, pulling them apart. He was
wearing a worn pair of white briefs, or at least he was, because those
came down pretty quickly as well. His nicely toned chest and thighs
framed his almost white crotch. His stiff little cocklet stood hard and
proud between his legs; there was no hair down there. His foreskin clung
to his penis, his glans concealed by a small circular opening at the
crest. His ballsack was small and immature, still smooth and tight
against his body.

"So what do you want to do first?" Jesse asked. "Do you take pictures of
me, or do you make me suck your big weiner?"

"Uh, I usually have to overpower the boy to get him naked like you are.
But what you just did is nice."

"Overpower?"

"Um yeah. Usually I have to hold them down and strip them off myself."

"Whoa, that is pretty hardcore. Then what?"

"I usually get the boy to suck me off. Get me good and hard," I
explained. "Then we'll have sex on the bed."

"Cool. Where do you stick it, Andy?" Jesse asked coyly.

"I'm going to stick it in your ass, Jesse," I said, walking towards him.
"I stick it in your tight little ass, and then I cream inside your tight
little boyhole. I fucking love it. Can I see it, Jesse? Show me your hot
little asshole."

I was standing over him as he lay there, small and vulnerable. Usually,
by now, I could see fear in the boys' eyes as I took over. Usually they
were scared as I pawed over their exposed bodies. Not Jesse. This was
different. Something was wrong.

"Hrmm..nah. I'd rather you suck my cock." Jesse announced.

"Don't you mean, you'd rather suck my cock?" I insisted.

"Nope. You can suck on mine, though. I don't want your big cock in my
butt."

"Well, I don't typically do that," I said, still standing over him.
"You're here to look after me. You can suck on MY cock. Then I'll fuck
you."

"Yeah, but I don't want to suck your old man dick either. You're going to
suck on mine instead."

"Nono, that's not how this works." I said as I unbuckled my belt. "I'm in
charge here, not you."

A grin crossed Jessie's face as I pulled out my stuff cock. He looked at
my six inches of throbbing manhood. He chuckled, then stared me dead in
the eye.

"I'm not sucking that gross dick, Andy." His expression and tone changed.
"YOU are going to suck MY dick. I might even make you lick my dirty
butthole. And if you don't, you'll be in big trouble!"

"Hah. What sort of trouble? You ain't leaving this room till I've got
what I want."

"Nah, I'll leave whenever I want. You want to know why? Because my dad is
a cop, and everything you've said so far has been recorded. If you don't
want my dad to hear you talking about fucking me and other boys, you're
going to have to do what I want. So. Get on your knees and do it
already."

I was trapped. How could I be so blind? Was he telling the truth? I
looked outside, and there was already a police car outside. Oh, shit, he
wasn't making this up. I had no choice. I wasn't the predator here at
all; Jesse was! I felt my knees weaken. For the first time in all of my
fuck sessions, it would be the boy in charge. I would be the one doing
their bidding. I wasn't the alpha this time. It was Jesse.

He sat upright on the side of the bed, and I lowered myself in front of
him. His skinny legs were in front of me; his still hard at the apex.
Fuck. I'd had so many kids suck my cock at my command, but I had never
sucked one myself.

"Come on, old man. Get and suck it. Hurry up. " Jesse said, laying back
and spreading his legs in front of me. His steely-hard boycock was
waiting expectantly for me to devour it. I shuffled up and reached out.
"No hands," he ordered. "And make sure to kiss my nuts some as well. Do a
good job so I don't have to call my dad."

I placed my lips against his small, wrinkled sack, smooching them. I
could feel his two grape-sized balls floating around inside. I kissed
them again, feeling the saltiness of his skin, the dustiness of the
desert outside, and his dry boysweat clinging to him down below.

"Kiss me under here too." He demanded, lifting his balls up to show his
taint. I could see just a hint of his hairless buttcrack underneath him,
and I really hoped he wouldn't make me go any lower. I kissed and licked
his taint, nibbling at his soft underskin. He moaned loudly as I tended
to him; his concentrated boy smells were emanating from him. "That's so
nice..." he sighed.

Accepting my fate, I took his hot hardness into my mouth. As I took him
in, he sucked in air, his 3 inches of boy glory easy to accommodate. His
penis danced across my tongue in my mouth, with a hint of boypee and boy
musk--his cock tasted like skin and smelled like bicycle grease. He cooed
with delight above me as I sucked him, his velvet-dick skin jabbing at my
throat in short, horny thrusts.

"Fuck yeh, suck on my dick old man. Mmmm."

At least he was only eleven, so he wouldn't last long as I felt his penis
grow between my lips. His juicy glans became more desperate; his narrow
hips humped at my face. Jesses high-pitched moans of pleasure became more
urgent, and I tasted a delicious splash of wetness as he deposited his
boyhoney into my mouth. He panted, coming down from his high, watching me
as I used my tongue to clean up the last drizzles poruing from his
peeslit.

"Are we done?" I hoped.

"Not yet. Get down on the floor."

I groaned. What next? I did as he told me, only to find him coming down
on top of me as well. Looking upward, his thighs came down on top of me
as he placed his knees on either side of my head. His emptied balls lay
across my nose as he ordered me to open up.

"But I've already sucked you."

"Yeah, and now I've got to pee. You can either drink it or explain to the
lady at the front desk how you got pee all over the floor."

I dutifully opened my mouth, and he dipped his now-soft penis
into my mouth. A warm trickle of pee soon flowed into my mouth, a
triumphant boy watched me as I gulped it down. I could taste the acidity,
and with my head pinned, all I could hear was the faint rumble of his
piss pouring out across my tongue. His sweaty thighs held me in place,
his piss hot and harsh as I drank every drop.

"Ahh...." Jesse sighed as his stream slowed. His pee had been stronger
than I expected pee to be. Even as he flicked the last drops in my face,
I could still feel its hotness running down the back of my throat,
leaving an after taste against what it touched. With his bladder emptied
and his cock relieved, Jesse finally got up off of me, accidently teasing
me with a glimpse of his red virginal pucker as he stood up.

"I'll be back tomorrow morning." He informed me. "I usually jerk it when
I first get up, so you can suck me again instead"

"You won't tell anyone about me, right?" I pleaded. " You aren't going to
tell your dad about me?"

"Pffft, I don't even know my dad!" Jesse scoffed, letting himself out.

I looked outside and the cop car was gone. Had I just been conned by an
eleven-year-old boy?

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