Date: Thu, 7 May 2015 04:02:40 +0000 (UTC) From: Lop Buri Subject: Wicked Encounters WICKED ENCOUNTERS by Aihu Fist The van sped towards the viaduct ending up in yet more traffic congestion, and potential passengers were jostling about to get in first. One young boy flagged us down; I guess he was about twelve or thirteen. I held my breath as he hopped in like a young buck. He was a slender, thin, and agile youth, clad in a pair of red jeans that sat so snug as if he was born with them. His red cap matched it, but what a treasure of lips he possessed! They looked like a pair of fleshy rubies in the middle of a copper coloured complexion, who waited to be kissed as much as his buttocks begged to be manhandled. I imagined pressing mine agains this. He was fast, as he rushed through the aisles sat himself in the back of the vehicle. I could not stop myself from turning my head, quick enough to catch the sight of his hard and round buttocks. They were calling me; jump us, grab us, caress us. Like traffic lights they switched from green to red the minute I thought I could run after him and sit next to him. If only... He sported a white T-shirt, the jeans being red just made his bulge all the more obvious. Oh, please let me believe he was not wearing any undies, so I could straight get hold of his erect pecker which I imagined would stand up and point to the place where stars of seeds are made. I had barely begun to study the fat indigenous lips of a mestizo boy who sat in front of me. But the lad in red was the one who made me loose my cool. The vehicle soon screeched to a halt at the corner of a mall. The boy jumped out without much difficulty. I had planned to see a doctor for my ears, but they could wait. On an impulse I jumped out as well and followed the boy who made his way to the clothing department. He seemed to know his way around here, but I remained cautious and bold at the same time. The boy seemed unaware of my stalking him. I believed I was head over heels in love with the kid, but he had no time to notice me. Then he stopped by an arcade. What did I expect? He went in and out like he was too restless to concentrate on the game. He came out again and waited by the glass door. Who was he waiting for? It seemed more likely that he had not come here to play video games. One hour had passed by and I had observed that some men had approached him and talked in a very amiable way as if they had known him for years. After a short chat, he left the premises with a few of them and was back fifteen minutes later. When the third one picked up the kid and half an hour had passed by, I decided to investigate his doings. From the top of a flight of stairs I saw him and another man talking happily. The man offered him a cigarette which he accepted. Then they descended the flight of stairs and entered a public toilet. As soon as I arrived, I discovered them next to each other pissing in a urinal, the boy stood in the corner with his trousers just below his butt. He had red undies on and exposed to me. I noticed that the older man, in his late forties, felt apprehensive or caught red handed and moved to the middle of the row of urinals, to piss in the middle. I pretended not to know what was going on and and moved to the urinal in-between them. However, as soon as I had chosen my spot the older man, left of me, hesitated. His trickle of piss just did not seem to flow anymore. He looked askance to my cock and then into my eyes. he winced. Quickly, but not that quick that I could not catch a last glance on the boy's buttocks. The boy glanced at the man who was fast zipping up his fly. There was this conspiratorial look from both males. I detected a bit of disappointment the man's eyes, and excitement in those of the boy's. Were we going to have a threesome? No. As soon as the man left, the boy faced the wall of the urinal, not knowing whether to leave or to stay. I went all hot when I saw that he had his boyhood dangling over his undies and no one would believe if I said that he left them to dangle there for me to see. He wasn't pissing at all. His rank cock, stiff as hell, was being milked with thumb and finger, agonisingly slow, but visible enough for me to lose my cool.

-Hey man, what are you looking at? -Something you been used to peddle to old men, boy? 
The boy smirked. His bait got me alright, he must have been thinking. I looked over my shoulder and realised that there were four cubicles behind us and said; -Is it safe, kiddo? -No one comes in here. My father is the owner of this mall, and he has doubles of all the keys, including the toilets. Here catch! He threw a key ring to me which I adroitly missed. They fell on the floor. -The silver one is for that exit door, go and lock us in. I was overcome with joy having been hand picked by this pubescent lad. I walked over, slammed the door shut and locked it. When I turned around, the boy had lowered his jeans so that he stood butt and cock naked in the corner. -Oh my god, oh my god, I stuttered. "I cannot believe this... I straight dropped to my knees grabbed the boy's buttocks with both hands and swallowed that stiff young prick with the hairless sack slapping against my chin. -You like it old man? -I am only fifty, a little older than the man who just left. 
-Show me your cock and I'll tell you if you're an old fart or not. Get up, man and stand against the wall with your back to me. The boy was fast and a few minutes later he had my trousers down. 
-Oh, my god, you are wearing a thong. You really are a queer, aren't you? Now turn around with your eyes closed. I did what he was told, not wanting to miss a second of this theatre in which I was the victim of a perverted child. A red, thong pouch showed off unmistakably the heavy balls with the cock perched on them. The thong came down too and out of it, my hard knob emerged like a jack-in-the-box, ready for action. It was ready, leaking even before the boy touched it. Then he took his own cock in his own hands and played with the foreskin. The knob soon turned purple with pleasure. 

-Now watch, man...I am going to make you come like your wife has never been able to do. -I have no wife... -Shut up, man, don't spoil my fantasy. I love old men. I seek them out, I choose them. I collect their pubic hair. I suck their cocks and balls and lick their arses. This is what I am going to do with you, after you've sucked and fucked me, OK? 
-As you wish, my dear. 
-Now then, get on your knees and blow me hard. I licked my lips twice and set them like a clamp on the edible long stalk of halfblooded flesh. It was the most delicious thing I had ever tasted. That is to say, the last stalk I relished was five years ago, when I had asked my nephew to join me in bed. He had been afraid of thunder and lightning. He was a quick learner. He had become quite an expert at blowing my whistle under the bed sheets. This pecker here, however, was so boyish, unspoiled, I refused to think that the boy had been at it for years. Was he still a virgin? I wondered, while I opened my mouth. He landed his broad and short boy dick on my tongue and shoved it in and out with the ease of a pro. I pretended to be his willing slave, I could suck him off forever. -Why do you like boys? -Why do you like old men like me? -Because I would love to fuck my dad, but I can't. -You think your dad is old? -Not older than you...now you answer my question. -Well, I love boys because they are boys, I suppose, there is nothing quite like them. Fresh and young, always in for a penny and they are so unpredictable. I love their skin which is so smooth and hairless. -You talk too much, you suck at sucking! So, I went back at work and took the entire boy stalk all the way to the hilt into my mouth. It was looooooooovely, I mean it. He ordered me to lie on my back and you know what happened? He sat on my face and pushed his boyhood over my mouth. -Lick fast and as deep as you can, old man. It was the sweetest arse I've ever licked and it was as clean as a baby's. While I did what he liked, he grabbed hold of my big woody and took it in his mouth. HIs head bobbed on it like a buoy on an ocean. I could not hold back too long and let go of all my juice smack in his face. -Nobody ever came in my face, old man, you did the right thing. I think I would love to see you again. 
We got dressed, and it was about time because I had barely zipped up my fly and wiped his face clean when a bang on the door was heard. -Quick, go and hide in one of the cubicles and keep your feet on the loo, the boy whispered. He then went to the door and unlocked it. Not surprised, he greeted a security agent who seemed rather in a bit of shock to find a youngster in the toilets, all by himself. -Hey kid what are you doing here and who locked that door and why? There was no one else with the man so the boy spoke with ease and confidence. -Don't you know who I am, sir? -No, I don't and you had better come with me to the office before I call the cops on you. Now, I do not know whether that boy called the man's bluff or not, or whether he was a damn liar or if he spoke the truth. -Listen old man, my dad owns this mall, did you know? Do you want to keep your job or do you want to get fired by him. All it takes is a phone call from me to my dad. -I could not see the man's face but there was a deafening silence for a half a minute. Then, the guy scraped his voice and said; - So sorry young man, I did not know that... -Shut it there, old man, and lock that door behind you. I heard the door being locked immediately after the command was given. -That's it, old man. If you want to remain on the pay roll then you are going to obey me too. Remember I only have to press this key here and my dad will be on the line in a second. Think of your wages, your family, and your reputation; there is a lot at stake for you if you do not listen to me. -Yes, boy, no problem, I am just doing my job for your dad, did I not? -Yes, you did, but you are a little to aggressive to the customers. You thought I was just a little punk, did you not? You would have shut the door anyway and locked it, would you not? -No, son... -I am not your son! -No, I mean, sir, I had no such intentions...it is my job to check the building, and someone told me the toilets were locked. -Don't you fool me, old man. I got news for you. I have friends who told me about you, how you shoo them away when they come to have a spliff in here. Next, you blackmail them and ask things of them in return. The guy was speechless. Was he guilty of power abuse? But my jaw dropped when I heard the boy say; - Open your fly, take your cock out and make it hard. -I cannot do this, sir. -Remember what's at stake! Another long silence and nothing happened. -I have not go all day, old man. Next, I heard the zipper going down. -Very nice, go on, make that black cock swell and rise. I heard several clicks which meant that the boy was taking pictures of the man masturbating. -How big are your balls? Show them to me! A few seconds passed and the boy squawked; Oh my god! More clicks followed. -My dad should hire more black dicks, they are awesome. Now, turn around and drop your trousers. I heard the clanking sound of a buckle being undone. A slight swoosh of fabric sliding down. -Man, this is the best arse ever. Also the best footage ever in my collection. Your arse is priceless! If I show this to my friends they will not believe this. -Please, sir, please don't do this, please. I have two boys and a wife, we will be so humiliated. -Well not if you comply with everything I ask from you. You are not that innocent, old man. My best friend told me that you raped him. -I do not know what you are talking about. -Are you calling me a liar, old man? -No sir, I am just doing my job. -Oh, and your job includes fucking an eleven year old white boy? -Sir, no, please, do not do this to me. -Have you or not fucked a white boy, who happens to be my friend? Now turn around, just bend over and spread your arse cheeks and show me your big black anus, and then answer my question. -Please sir don't film me like this...please. -Answer me!!! -Yes, mister, but the little boy was smoking pot and he got high and showed me his cock and arse and said; -Fuck me if you dare. -I got so mad at him, I felt insulted, so I picked up that brat and taught him a lesson. Yes, I did fuck him and he said he enjoyed it. Please, stop filming. What more do you want of me, sir? -I got your confession recorded, now I am going to fuck you. Get down on your knees, you bastard. On all fours and don't you dare look at me. The boy opened the door and beckoned me to come and sit behind the man. -What is this? The black agent asked. -He is going to fuck you hard in my stead. Now shut up. I looked at him and at the boy. The latter's eyes were fiery and commanded me to do this for his friend. Again I got my cock out, smeared a wad of detergent on my dick and got behind the swarthy buttocks. -I only like boys, I whispered to the boy who like a demon smiled back at me. -Do it! I grabbed the man's hips and in one movement I wedged his arse cheeks and locked myself in the man's anus. He grumbled and complained, albeit grating his teeth. It was not exactly my cup of tea to fuck an adult, let alone a hairy arse that shone with sweat. But as I moved in and out of him I got the hang of it quite quickly and I started to enjoy it. Wham-bam, it went, and the boy kept filming us while he had his own pecker out and wanted it as hard as the black man bucked under my humping. I had given most of my juice to the boy's face, so there wasn't that much coming in terms of ejaculation. Nevertheless it was wicked a feeling when I released what remained in my balls. A cheerful groaning and gasping added to the climax and orgasm. The man was told to lick my cock clean, get dressed and leave the premises. He did not look particularly unhappy or mean, however; I thought I discovered a faint smile on his lips when he looked at me just before he closed the door behind me. Then I wanted to go. -What are you going to do with this footage, boy? -My collection only, none of your business what I do with it, is it? -I do not feel comfortable with me fucking another man who works for your dad. What if it gets in the wrong hands? The kid grinned from ear to ear. -Better than having him film you being fucked by me, is it not? I was at loss for words. -OK, kid, how much you want for it? -I do not need money, old man. My old man gives me plenty. What I do not have enough is sex. Dangerous sex with dangerous men like the security guard and you. -You must be kidding. -Was I kidding you when I filmed you with him? -Nope. -Exactly. -Please delete it. -I will think about it. Give me your phone number and I will call you when I need you. say tomorrow. -Tomorrow? -Yes, what's wrong with that, don't you like me? -Like you? I am hooked on you already, how's that? I do hope to see you again, but without a camera on my arse. He chuckled. -So what's the plan? I don't even know your name? -Call me fuck-all. -No, seriously... -Chucky. -Really? -Yep, my old man is a huge fan of Chucky movies and so he named me after that creepy thing. Now the plan is to come over tomorrow and I want you dressed in red tights, you know the lycra things men wear under their shorts in sports. -You mean leggings? -That's it. -No way. -I'd like to believe you will look sexy in them. You come to the Haagen Daz parlour and you buy me a sorbet. Then we get down to the toilets again and we'll have fun together. -We do not seek to draw attention to ourselves, Chucky. Are you aware I could be picked up for child molesting? -I know, that is the dangerous part I need in our dating each other. If you get caught with me, my dad will bail you out. -Like hell he will. Chucky looked puzzled. -My dad is a millionaire, when I was seven he invited photographers to have a shoot with me. -I am sure they would have loved to touch your chute. -What's that? -Never mind, kiddo, just kidding. What else you want from me? -Buy some poppers on the way. There is a gay cinema around the corner, they sell it. -Poppers? -Yeah, they are great for sex, never used it? -Nope. what is it? -You'll find out, old man. -My name is Frank by the way. -Okay, Frank, see ya tomorrow, be here by 9 am. There aren't any customers that early. I tossed and turned all night long, alone in my bed, thrown between lust and love and fear and curiosity. But I went anyway. I went in scarlet leggings to the ice cream parlour which I had bought at C&A after we said goodbye. It was a bit weird but I must admit I liked the feeling. Especially the way my cock and balls were hooked with one another, tucked in neatly, like a hen on her chicks. Of course I had lots of people staring at me, some straight at my crotch, women and men! An occasional smirk, a cat call form the across the street, a verbal insult behind my back; fucking queer! But I made to the parlour to meet my angelic demon. He had been waiting for me, and as soon as he saw me he ran to me and jumped in my arms. I caught him in flight while he yelled; -Daddy, daddy I missed you. He threw his arms around me and kissed me passionately on my cheeks. The staff followed the scene with embarrassment and interest. Chucky had not told me that he too was going to wear leggings. His were black and he wore a Spiderman top. -Sorry, son, I could not find a Superman outfit. -Don't worry, he retorted, playing along. -Dad let's sit over there, in the corner. -OK, son, what do you want? , -A dame blanche. -Gosh, we did well, and staff had given up looking at us. So, I could relax somewhat. We sat across one another, slurping away our `breakfast'. I had a simple sorbet but I had trouble concentrating on it, for Chucky had wedged his foot into my crotch, from under the table. -I want to feel it grow, Frank. He whispered. Suddenly and unexpectedly, from the loudspeakers, Queen barged in, so nothing he said could be heard. -I want to break free, I want to breaaaaaaaak freeeee, yeaaaaaah. I was sure mine wanted break free too. The kid had outsmarted me from the start. He was wearing flip-flops. His bare foot was hell bound in making me hard right there and then. I could not get up from the table because my hard-on was going to be obvious. Although I enjoyed it -fear and heat combined is an amazing sensation- my throat was cork dry, and I had the urge to reward him on a same footing, pun intended. When the staff was in the kitchen, I did just that. The sole of my shoe planted itself right where he could feel it. I did not feel his boner, but he did. He threw his head back and licked his lips like a mongrel tasting its own arse. Each and every lick, the boy had, of his ice cream made me think of what we just had had together. His tongue was long and pointy and the way it lapped around the vanilla and chocolate was more than I could take. -I am hot, I want more...please go on with it. His foot kept on pressing. I felt his big toe and the one next to it stroking my shaft. Literally with his heel in my balls. I dropped my spoon when I lost control of everything I thought I had under control. I shot and shot and shot, spoonfuls of semen that went straight through the fabric, leaving a huge dark stain on the outside. -My toes have tasted your spunk, Chucky chuckled. -I quickly looked at my crotch and saw his foot withdraw back to his flip-flop. -That was nice, Frank, really dangerous. -Look, here is the memory card. You deserve it. Watch it at home, it is yours. I have to see my dad in half an hour. Take care. He gave me big kiss on the mouth and hopscotched away. His little bubble but gave me the goose bumps. I was glad what we had had and I had enjoyed it. I went to the counter to pay. -Can I help you, sir? The waiter asked. I pretended not to know what he was talking about. I thought hard of how quickly I could deflate my iron hard muscle. -As in what? I asked flustered. He pointed at my crotch. My erection had gone down with 50%, but still. -That stain of ice cream on your..err...crotch. My hard rod must have been visible still. I blushed and stammered. I did not know whether he knew what had happened or if he really thought it was an ice cream stain. -Yes, with my son spoilt rotten, these things happen. I am to blame, I did not give him a proper education. When he stays with me for the weekend I give him what he wants. After a whole week with his mum, who is quite strict with him, he has a strong need to express himself. -I understand, sir. He gave me a wink of understanding, but his eyes and mouth spoke a different language. I rubbed the napkin over the stain and said; -I have to go and catch up with him, he does that all the time, that hide and seek thing. The waiter was not one to get rid off easily. -Sir, you can find some more tissues in the restroom. -Oh, thank you so much. Yes, I think that is a brilliant idea, I snorted. I stood there helplessly, looking at myself in the mirror. Nearly thirty, slender, no tummy, athletic legs in tights. My T-shirt without sleeves made me look like a hipster and still young enough to entice teenagers and twenty somethings. I smiled at myself. I looked more like a member of The New York Dolls, anything but a father. I let the water run from the faucet and splashed some of it in my face. There were no tissues to be seen. Just a detergent dispenser. Wow, what was I supposed to do, splash some water on my crotch and wash off the stain, so that the stain would only get bigger? Then there was the inconvenient knock on the door, which I had locked. Another insistent knock followed. -Sir? -Yes, I am here. I opened up and there stood the waiter. -I am sorry sir, but it is closing time and I am the one who has to close it. My colleagues have already gone. -Closing time? -It is barely 11 am. -That is true, but this is Monday. We close at that time on Mondays and we open again at 1pm. -Have you finished? -No, I have not. There are no tissues here. -I was pretty sure we had some here, let me have a look around. I was dumbfound as it was clear the floor and sink were empty. Nothing on the wall. As he said that, he had moved in and closed the door behind him. As fast as a cat, he got on his knees hooked his hands around my bottom, pressed his face into my crotch and stammered; I need this, please, I need to do this. His hands landed allover my bum, the next minute my tights lay at my feet, my cock found itself in seconds between his lips. My rod swelled, gorged with blood. His big mouth sucked it in as far as he could. Gently he cupped my balls with one hand and wiggled them as if he was weighing them. In-between, he stopped a few seconds to say inane things like `I love the smell of your sperm'. I could smell it all the way when you shot it sitting with your son. -Really? -Yes, oh and he take after you, the cheeky one. -Doesn't he just? I mockingly said, but he did not get my kind of humour. I have to admit that I was enjoying the treatment quite well. The guy had talent. He quipped; -Your son seems quite precocious. I noticed his little prick, a real stiffy, when he left. -Really? Is all I could say. `Suck on', I thought and smiled to myself, thinking of the little brat who had managed to blackmail me into his world of Power Rangers. I hope this guy was not going to blackmail me as well. More seconds of interruption for more questions of his. -So, is he still waiting for you? -No, that was a joke to you. His mother was waiting for him. See, we do not get along well even after the divorce, we rather keep to ourselves. -I understand, sir. He gave me a little nip in the balls and said; -Why don't you bend over, sir? -What? -I think I would like to ride you. -Oh dear, but it was closing time, you just said. -Oh, that was my joke to get to you, see. -No one has ever fucked me, honestly. His finger was already up my arse which made me bend over. -Ouch! The young man was on his feet and got a huge chunk of meat out of his underpants. -Is this not what you would like to do to your son, sir? -I beg your pardon? -C'mon sir, I am not blind. That stain on your crotch was not there when you arrived in our parlour. But it was there when you came to pay. You just came under the table, thinking of doing it with your son, did you not? -No, I thought of a lady I know. -Yes, and my mother is the Queen of Sheba. -Ouch! That went deep, so deep, it felt like he wanted to punish me. The rhythm of his humping increased and simultaneously his language changed. -I am going to pound your ass, you motherfucker, you shit pedo. He yanked my head back and clashed his heavy balls against my butt. -You must let me fuck him too, you hear? -I, I, I , have never fucked that kid, honestly, I protested. -Don't matter, a big young nigga like me loves white bait sometime. -OK, OK...next time. He calmed down and went back to loving and kissing and swooning. He became civilised again. -I looooove white people, really I do. But if they are not honest I get angry with them. He was nearly there. The orgasm was near. -Turn around dude, he commanded. He had let go of my arse. -I like to jack off in people's faces. Here's what you get, he said. A rain of semen landed on my lips and chin and a few dropped into my tights. -Hey what is that? He picked something up from the floor while I pulled up my tights. -A memory card of two Gig! Wow, that's neat, I just needed another for my camera. -No, please, it is mine, I had put in my tights `cause I had no pockets. -Awh, I do not think so, dude. I gave you a nice arse and mouth service, I need some pay, you see. You can always buy a new one. -No, please, it has got private stuff on it. -Cool, I might watch that. I should not have insisted, but I did. He gave me a slap in the face and grabbed my crotch and squeezed it real hard. -Man, this is mine, now fuck off or I call the cops. I nearly pissed my pants. I was a coward, I could not fight, not here. -You come back some time and we play again. Then I might change my mind and give you back the damn thing. What do you say? Deal? -Deal, I answered terribly frightened. He grinned from ear to ear. -I love your dick and ass dude, see you again, now go on and find your son. He gave me a slap on my butt as if I was toddler he had just grounded. I walked out as fast as my feet could make me. The stain was still there and more stains on the inside of the tights. My package had been reduced to the size of a couple of Brussels sprouts. A car stopped just on block away from the parlour; -Hey honey, you want a ride home? I heard. I turned my head and and recognised a drag queen behind the wheel, and one next to him. I did not hesitate and said yes. This was my escape, I thought, just at the right time. I got in and made a deep sigh. -Are you in any sort of trouble, honey? The she-male asked. -Sort of...where are you heading? -Home, as we said. -OK...just drop me off where I live, please. -It will cost ya, honey. -I know, never mind, I know the price. ------------------------------------------------- Please donate to Nifty.org"