Date: Wed, 2 May 2018 05:28:41 +0000 (UTC) From: jS jS Subject: Young Ballers 19 Young Ballers 19 It's hard for me to imagine I started this series more than two and a half years ago. Some of you have been with me since the beginning. I keep thinking I'll stop, but you guys keep emailing me, and I never seem to run out of fantasies involving jocks and young boys. So...who knows when this will end. Since baseball has started up, here's a chapter devoted to America's pastime: fucking little boys...and baseball. But seriously, don't do this for real. Just a fantasy to enjoy while you're stroking that cock. AND VERY IMPORTANT: The second part of this chapter is dedicated to a very special reader who emailed me. I loved getting your email. I hope you read this chapter and that you enjoy it. As always please consider donating to Nifty. They are a wonderful site and group, and I'd hate to think of a world where they didn't exist. ********************* Miguel pulled the young boy against his damp naked physique. Fresh from the shower, steam pulled up from his dark brown body. The moist warmth enveloped the 11yo boy in his arms. His tongue pushed at the boy's lips; the boy eagerly swallowed and tasted the man molesting him. Miguel's large calloused hands found the small but plump cheeks of the sixth grade white boy sent to him as his usual pregame treat. He squeezed and massaged the pale soft butt of the kid, pushing youthful moans into his smiling adult mouth. He loved making a little boy moan, helping them awaken that instinctive sexual need deep inside their prepubescent little hearts. His fat brown fingers slid down into the moist crack of little Cole's butt. The sixth grader was your typical slender suburban kid, deep brown eyes, a mop of shaggy brown hair, and a simple yet handsome face. His body was still smooth, clear of the ravages of puberty so far, except for an increasingly hard and prominent 11yo cock that more often than not led him through his daily life. A deep horniness had overtaken him at 8. It probably had something to do with the constant molestation by the men around him for years before. His father's deep love of baseball and shady business connections led little Cole to wind up a routine plaything for the local team, especially Miguel. Cole was almost choking as Miguel's thick adult tongue explored the boy's tonsils. The man and boy in a furious tongue duel as Miguel's thick fingers pushed against the tiny hole that so many men had used. When little Cole was in the right mood, he was like a little whore begging for the thick Caribbean and Latin cocks that filled his local team. Cole's dad was a fan of the team's batting, Cole was a fan of the way their veiny uncut cocks painfully stretched and pushed at his 11yo hole. Miguel's cock pulsed against the tiny 3inch rod of his little conquest. He loved the feel of the tiny cock against his own very thick 9 inches that was made to fuck little boys. His favorite was taking a fan's little boy out to his position at third base after a game, striping the boy, and pushing his musky sweaty cock into the boy. He loved rutting in the red clay, the two becoming filthy as man and boy copulated in the middle of an empty stadium. He only wished all his fans could watch his real triumph of the night: fitting his massive Dominican cock inside the butt of a 1st grader as the tot filled the stadium with his screams of delight. He pushed his cock down until it slithered its way under the boy's taint. His foreskin pulled back as the girthy cock sought out its path to heaven. The two lovers were now both soaked in the steam from Miguel's body and the stale humidity of the concrete locker room. Miguel finally let the boy breathe fully, extricating his large tongue from the boy's throat as he licked and sucked his way down the flushed cheeks of the little beauty. The boy inhaled deeply, both relieved and anguished at the loss of his Latin molester's deep kisses. His small body jolted as he felt the man latch on to his neck sucking and gently nibbling, desperately trying to suck every bit of sweet suburban white-boy innocence into his muscular body. As he sucked so gently yet steadily, his pushed upward with his groin. His cock pressed against the boy's tiny pink hole. No matter how many times you mercilessly fuck a sweet little sixth grader, that tiny pink hole that wants thick pedophile cock so badly never loosens completely. Cole cried out as the slimy brown cock pressed up into his little boy pussy. The boy's cries for mercy and cries for even more Dominican cock filled the locker room. Miguel smiled as he could hear the boy begging him to stop while his tiny hole sucked on his cock and craved more. He pulled little Cole's cheeks apart and pressed up harder sliding another few inches inside the helpless little boy. Miguel released the boy's butt, reared back, and landed two large smacks on those pale butt cheeks. His red handprints were now as distinctively visible as the growing hickey on the boy's neck. The Dominican ball player pulled back and admired the lost little boy bouncing on his manly cock. Cole's head fell back, eyes closed, mouth open, and little tongue sliding about as more of the man's cock filled hit sweet little boy butt. Miguel licked his lips, brought the boy back into a tight embrace, and with one quick and powerful thrust buried the rest of his 26 year old cock inside the 11yo boy pussy. Cole screamed, his body shook, and the entire locker room vibrated with the sounds of a grown man intensely fucking the ass of a sixth grader. "Fuck dude, do you really have to do that in the middle of the locker room. Fucking disgusting man." One of the players walking through the locker room, drying himself from his shower, finally spoke up. Miguel pulled Cole's body closer and laid the poor little fuck toy's head on his shoulder. He looked at his teammate, smiled, and then let his tongue hang out in depraved enjoyment of fucking little boys. Not everyone on the team had a taste for popping underage cherries, boy or girl, but they all had their peccadillos. What did Miguel care if the guy getting horse steroids shot up his ass cared how tiny of holes he liked to fuck. "Don't mind that fucker, his dealer got popped yesterday. He's in a foul mood," the 6'5 slender black pitcher defended his boy fucking friend, "Mind sharing?" "Fuck bro, shove your nigger meat down his throat," Miguel said in his thick Dominican accent. His teammates often debated which was thicker, his accent or his nasty looking cock. He leaned the relaxed little sixth grader back towards his friend. "Such a sweet little piece of ass," Tyson marveled as his large black hands slid down over the boy's shoulders and over his smooth torso. The two men bent the boy back until his head was at the level of Tyson's cock. The position pushed Miguel's cock even harder against the young boy's immature prostate. He moaned and jerked at the more intense feeling. His sweet little mouth hung open as he lazily looked up at the tall black pitcher standing above him. Tyson's sweet musk filled the boy's airways as he rubbed his hairy black balls over the boy's face. Tyson played with his own nipples while he defiled this little boy's face with his sweaty balls. The act of depravity and dominance filled Tyson with pride. He could feel the little boy's nostrils sniffing and that tiny pink tongue gently reaching out to bathe his sweaty ball sack.Miguel began fucking faster as Tyson pulled back and slowly slid his cock down little Cole's throat. His large black hands held the young boy's head, his slender fingers winding their way through the boy's sweat soaked hair. The two baseball jocks fucked the boy from both ends, his young body filled with the discomfort and pleasure that comes from having two energetic and stout pedophiles using your body like a fuck toy. His young body was bent in an arc, his stomach pointing to the ceiling while two dark brown cocks filled his throat and butt. To any observer it was hard to imagine such a little sexpot was just hours ago running around a playground and learning fractions. Tyson pushed his cock deep into the 11yo. Cole choked at times, but took the black cock just fine thanks to all the training. His dad had been fucking his throat since he was six. That sweaty white cock slid down his first grade throat every day after work. He'd sit there and enjoy the warmth of his son's young orifice while the boy learned to swallow and somewhat breathe with an adult pedophile's cock filling his throat. "Fuck man, thank God I'm not pitching today. This little fuck is going to drain my fucking balls." Tyson roared as his low-hanging hairy balls slapped the kid's forehead and the end of his chocolate cock flared cutting off the boy's airway. "No matter how many boys I fucked, it always make me ready for the game, and ready for more fucking," Miguel panted as the boy's butt bounced hard against his crotch. Tyson roared and poured his adult load deep into the belly of the little sixth grader. He held the boy's head in place, his cock twitching and throbbing against the tightness of 11yo airway. The tall black pitcher finally relented and pulled his child molesting cock from the boy's mouth. Cole gasped for air as Miguel pulled the boy back into his safe embrace. The boy's head swirled from being upside down, the lack of air, and the still constant pounding from the Dominican cock up his tiny butt. Miguel shoved his tongue back in the boy's mouth, passionately kissing him as he tasted his teammates pungent load. He was close, but his lucky ritual wasn't complete yet, the ritual that had kept his batting average over .300 for a month now. Fuck a boy, eat some cum, and... "Fuckin faggots, get over here now before you screw up my streak," Miguel screamed as he continued to explore the depths of the boy's butt and his own lust for underage kids. Two of his teammates strode up, cocks pulled from their jocks. Both were about to dress for the game when Miguel demanded their presence. They both found the ritual strange, but rookies don't argue with star players and their superstitions. Don't even ask how Miguel stumbled on this luck bringing sacrament. The two young Latino players stroked their uncut brown cocks and scratched their balls as they closed their eyes and concentrated. Miguel focused on the tightness of Cole's hole and the pain or pleasure filled moans coming from the boy's head resting on his shoulder. He looked at the two rookies standing before him, admired their lean young bodies-secretly wishing he could have seen them at age 10 or so. He missed the sexy little brown boys who ran the streets and beeches of Santo Domingo. He saw their heads flare first and then the golden streams of jock piss second. The warmth and smell of piss hit him simultaneously. The two rookies sprayed their star teammate and 11yo little boy with their golden nectar. Cole shuddered as he felt the familiar warmth raining down on him; he was used to Miguel's pregame ritual. He tightened his ass to help the man ensure his hall of fame average. Miguel opened his mouth to taste the rookie piss as his cock fired its first load deep into the fully ravaged little boy. The sprays of piss dribbled off as the last of Miguel's load oozed from his cock. "Are you done papi?" Cole asked sleepily, his body weak from the intense fucking. Miguel eased the boy off his cock and laid him down on the bench. He saw his cum leaking from the tiny little 11yo butt and swiped one of his large fingers across the pooling pedophile cum. He shoved the finger into his mouth and savored the taste of 6th grader butt, pedo cum, and young jock piss. Miguel quickly dressed, the stench of sweat, sex, and piss filling his clean uniform. Catchers and umpires would often be struck by the intense stench from the player, some recoiling, some growing hard at the subtle message it sent. Regardless, Miguel was sure it helped him hit. He was lucky that the thing he loved doing the most, fucking little boys, was also his good luck charm. Miguel made his way down to the two rookies who were now dressing several lockers down. "Best batting help I've ever had, take a turn if you two faggots want," Miguel said as he nodded to the recovering little boy. He patted both on the back and made his way out onto the field for some pregame autographs and scoping out some cute boys who might want a tour of the ballpark after the game. The two rookies shook their head at first, but then looked at the boy and then back to each other. The both shrugged as they figured what would a quickie hurt. Cole sleepily watched the game from the stands, squirming in his seat, with four of his heroes cum inside him. ***** Jay stood on the front row smiling out towards the outfield filled with young players. His 13yo smooth creamy brown body quivered in anticipation as he watched the young jocks warming up. He loved coming to the local AA ball games but couldn't give a flying fuck about baseball. Jay figured out at about 11 that his smoking hot little mixed race body caused adult cocks to stir and leak. He also discovered he liked the attention of older men, their cocks, tongues, and hands making him feel warm and sexy. His only regret was that it took so long for him to figure out how much pleasure came from adult cocks and how much power he could wield. The team had signed a new player not long ago, a 20 year old Cuban hitter, that caught Jay's attention when he saw the players picture on a billboard. The 6'2 220 slugger exuded the raw masculinity typical of Latin players. Adonis Castillo was toned, and even without a sheen of sweat his dark brown skin seemed to shine. The light trace of facial hair around his jaw and chin framed a wide friendly smile. He was gorgeous and knew it. The smile was firmly in place as he threw the ball back and forth with his teammate, Casey Strickland. Jay was focused intensely on Adonis, squirming his tight little butt, dancing nervously as he tried to make eye contact with the sexy stud 20 yards away. Jay knew that everyman wasn't into sexy little boys like him, but he also knew how his slender little mocha body could lead straight men down the path to sin. An eye lock, finally. Jay met Adonis's eyes, smiled and winked. The Cuban stud held the kid's gaze and smiled. Jay bit his lower lip, and turned on every cute fiber of his 7th grade being. The baseball stud laughed and turned back to his teammate. The warm-up catch continued. Jay could tell the two men were talking and from time to time he saw his prey look over. Jay played his final card, he turned around and began digging through his backpack. This put his round tight teenage butt on full display. The silky athletics shorts he wore put every curve and every line of his bikini briefs on display. He wiggled his little butt a bit, hoping Adonis was looking over. The fake search continued for a few more seconds before he turned back to the field. The man was just looking at the boy, sly smile on his face, and shaking his head in disbelief. Jay just beamed. Adonis tossed Casey the ball, said something, and began jogging over towards Jay. The horny little fuck watched as the man's muscles undulated under the tight t-shirt and baseball pants. Jay couldn't stand the anticipation, he was more nervous than he'd ever been when seducing older men. His teachers, coach, and school janitor were nothing compared to this. Adonis extended his hand to the boy, his black hand swallowing the soft fingers of the 13yo boy. "Adonis, what your name?" the man asked. Jay's head swam, as he took in the sights and smells of the 20yo Cuban black man. "Jay." The man kept ahold of the boy's hand as he drank in the sexy little mocha body before him. He smiled at the boy as he watched the kid's eyes roam over his baseball body. "eres un maricón?" Adonis asked. Jay didn't know a drop of Spanish, but he knew maricon. He shook his head and smiled broadly hoping that what the man really wanted was an eager 13yo faggot. Adonis laughed and looked around somewhat nervously. Jay could see the gears working, the moral questions being pushed aside. The sexy little boy knew that once a guy got to this point, it was happening. His 13yo creamy café au lait butt trumped all moral questions. Adonis turned around and gestured towards his teammate. Casey was a 5'10 22yo blonde stud who'd been with the team a couple of seasons. Casey ran up, removing his cap to reveal his long blonde locks and wiping the sweat from his forehead. Jay was focused on the Cuban god in front of him, but he had to admit his teenage brown cock twitched a bit at the site of the preppy looking ball player. Adonis turned to his new teammate but looked back and forth at the sexy boy that clearly was propositioning him. "Umm, it ok to fuck kids here?" Adonis asked Casey in his broken English. "Like here on the field, NO" Casey laughed. "No, in US, can I fuck this maricón? His butt is very pretty!" Adonis leaned in to his friend, urgent to make his point. He was unfamiliar with US customs still. In Cuba, sexy little boys swirl around every ball field, their brown and black butts often available for the star players. Little boys would compete, like groupies, to see who could get who's big Cuban bat up their little culos. More than once a season, Adonis would get frustrated by his numerous girlfriends enough to let one eager little Cuban fuck bounce his 13, 10, or even 7yo butt on his big dick. He loved how even bigger his cock looked when violating the tiny butt of a little boy. Casey turned to Jay, "You looking for cock kid?" to which Jay just smiled and eagerly nodded as if you'd just asked a little kid if he wanted ice cream. Casey chuckled and considered it and turned back to his teammate. "Still an hour until game, yeah you can fuck him...but you have to share." Adonis looked confused until Casey nodded his head and pointed at all three of them. He understood and he and his Cuban cock were very happy. Miguel suddenly picked up Jay and plopped him on the field. The trio quickly walked towards the locker room. "We're going to give the kid a tour of the locker room coach." Casey called over to one of the coaches, who just shook his head and thought `lucky bastards'. The group ended up in room filled with the dirty laundry of the team, it reeked of dirty jocks and sweaty socks. Jay didn't care, the light brown boy was only focused on the two jock studs about to hopefully use every hole he could offer. Adonis roughly pushed Jay to his knees, his face now almost level with the pungent mound of Cuban cock hidden behind white baseball pants. The boy's hands felt the pulsing hardness beneath the tight polyester. Adonis placed his large black hand on the boy's coarse hair and pulled him roughly in, the boy's 13yo nose now firmly pressed against adult dick.. "Chupa, maricón!" Adonis pressed the boy's face harder into his throbbing cock. Jay nimbly reached for the zipper as he felt the weight of the man's hands. The zipper fell and the ripeness overwhelmed the boy, the sweaty funk of Cuban crotch grabbed the boy's cock and held it tight. "I think he likes it dude." Casey laughed. He could see the boy's body convulsing as his nose and mouth sought out the rough fabric of the jock holding back the scorching hot cock leaking precum. Finally sweet little sexy Jay found the waist band, pulled and released the uncut monster onto his face. Jay dug deeper as the cock landed on his face. In a matter of moments, his entire face was smeared with the funky mixture of sweat and precum dripping from the musty adult Cuban crotch he wanted so badly. As Jay lapped at the black balls and cock in front of him, he felt hands began to massage his tight little butt. Casey was feeling up the sexy little 7th grader, admiring the firm round butt of the half black and half white little stud. His hands slid into the boy's shorts and under those bikini briefs, he tightly squeezed the little mounds His hands roamed quickly down into the crack of Jay's butt, feeling up the hot silky smooth trench. Casey brought out one of his hands, placed his fingers to his nose, and inhaled deeply. Casey loved the smell of little boy hole. When not on the road, you could often find Casey sniffing and eating the butts of his very young little brothers. Adonis met Casey's eyes, the two smiling at each other. "Fuck he smells good," Casey quickly dropped to his knees and pulled the kid's bikini briefs down. Adonis's cock found the boy's eager mouth as Casey drove his tongue up the little light brown boy's delicious butt. The Cuban cock pushed hard against the kid's tonsils, seeking the depths of the boy's young throat. Jay choked and coughed as he tried to adjust to the thick black cock stretching his lips wide. Adonis had him by both ears, fucking the boy's face as he muttered a long litany of Spanish curse words and sexual encouragement. Casey's entire face was pressing up into the little boy's butt. It was his first time eating a brown boy's hole, the taste distinctive from little white boys. Casey was a connoisseur of little boy ass, toddler hole different from teen, and white boys definitely different from brown boys. "I fuck him now," Adonis needed up that 13yo hole. He flipped the boy around, robbing Casey of the delicious 7th grade hole wrapped around his adult tongue. He couldn't complain, after all, he horned his way into this boy sex session. Adonis brought the boy's ass up to his face, his biceps bulging as he used the slender 13o boy to do curls. He planted his whole mouth over Jay's pink pucker and began forcing a tremendous amount of spit into his hole. Jay moaned as he felt the copious saliva and large tongue press up inside him. Casey took the opportunity of the airborne boy to pull the little stud into a kiss. He could taste his teammates musky crotch on the boy's tongues and lips, the boy's entire head seemed to be soaked in the Cuban stud's funk. Adonis flipped little Jay over and pressed him down onto a mat, pushing his long slender legs back to expose the tight hole he craved. The Cuban didn't realize it until this very moment, but he had missed fucking little maricón kid holes. He coated his thick uncut black cock in his spit, aimed it, and wasted no time in pressing in. Jay had taken more than a few cocks in his long history of being a little slut for older men, but between only having spit as lube and the ample black cock trying to split him open his ass was on fire. Adonis ad never been accused of being a gentle lover, no matter the gender or age of the fuck. He added more spit and continued his assault of his newest ass. Casey stroked his white cock as he watched the team's new star rape the sweet little fuck. He began to worry about the boy at first, his face cringing and tearing up, but then Jay reached out to the pile of black muscle fucking him eagerly pulling him in, desperately wanting more. Casey shucked his baseball pants and straddled the kid's face. Spreading his muscular white butt he sat down onto Jay's moaning face. Instantly the kid began working over his sweaty adult hole as he stroked his cock. Adonis smiled at him as he enjoyed a rim job from the kid. The large black Cuban was almost balls deep into the 7th grader. The pounding continued, each thrust pushing a little deeper inside the young boy. Adonis dripped sweat down onto the boy as he rabbit fucked the boy, now balls deep. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, you fucking maricón," Adonis growled as his cock pulsed and spilled his Cuban seed deep into 13yo boy hole. The Cuban giant pushed Casey off the boy and leaned into Jay's face kissing him deeply as the last of his cum leaked into the boy. "You fuck him?" Adonis asked as he pulled his cock from the destroyed underage hole. Casey knew they didn't have much time, so he dove into the boy's creamy hole getting a quick taste before pushing his own hard cock inside the boy. Next to Adonis's cock, Casey didn't stretch Jay's hole near as much allowing him to enjoy it a little more. His youthful arms stretched up to Casey and wrapped around his neck as he hung on during the fuck. The white player wrapped one of his hands around the boy's 4inch cock and stroked as he gently fucked into the boy. The two rutted as Adonis pulled his clothes on, watching the couple. He leaned down and smacked his teammates ass. "Fuck him good," he said as he left. Casey blew his load soon after, collapsing on top of the now sweaty, and thoroughly fucked boy. "That what you wanted, kid?" He asked. "hell yeah," the boy said softly, "More later?" Casey was stunned at the request. "Sure bud, we'll both fuck you again after the game. You're gonna have to eat both of our sweaty funky asses though." The man laughed as the boy quickly answered, "deal." After the game, little Jay ended up with another of Adonis's loads up his butt, the black Cuban player roughly raping the light skinned kid against the wall of the showers. Two more players took their own turns, releasing their frustration from a hard loss into the boy's butt. Casey finished the boy off, eating the adult loads from Jay's hole before fucking him too, cleaning him off, and sending him home. Jay became a regular at games, and a regular pussy boy for his new Cuban hero. **** Steven was so happy to have Jayson on his team this year. The kid was smart and a natural athlete. His body was built chase balls in the outfield and the power in his arms kept infielders on their toes and protecting their junk. The other reason Steven was so happy was the kid was black. The 32 year old coach had a thing for black boys, his boy loving cock was never more hard then when looking at some sexy teen or preteen black boy, coal black skin, rippling muscles, juicy little butts, and a confidence that made him want to drop to his knees and pleasure every inch of their dark hued bodies. His coach cock hardened watching the kid practice, the kid's amazing skill pushing his already talented team to elite status. His pedophile cock hardened as he noticed the overly filled crotch of the tight baseball pants, the sculpted stomach as the kid raised his tshirt to wipe sweat from his face, and the tight but bouncy little butt that rounded the bases. He was a look but don't touch coach. Plenty of his boys he wanted to bury his face in their 12yo butts after practice. More than once cleats or socks or shirts left in his SUV found their way to his nose during bathroom stroke sessions away from his wife and kids. But he never touched, which was why it was hard for him understand how he was kneeling in his living room with his face pressed into Jayson's sweaty black butt. His wife and kids were at his inlaws. Practice was over, but Jayson needed a ride home. The stench of sweaty 12yo boy filled his car, and he nearly turned into oncoming traffic when the boy took off his tattered t-shirt and wiped his beautiful body down. The boy noticed, leaned back, and watched his coach, current driver, and clearly admirer. Steven didn't dare meet the kids gaze. His wife, his kids, his life depended on it. Jayson didn't care about any of that. "So you one of those faggot pedophiles?" Jayson casually asked as he rubbed his developing abs. "What, NO!" Steven responded, hoping he sounded convincing. He wasn't. Jayson didn't buy it for a second. He'd noticed the lingering, hungry gazes from the first day when his mom dropped him off for practice. It wasn't anything knew. His science teacher at his old school last year had that same look. Jayson dropped a load in that dude every week in exchange for not doing homework. Who needs science homework when there was baseball to play. He aced every test anyway. Jayson laughed at the emphatic and clearly lying "No" still echoing in the car. "Your wife and kids home?" "No," Steven answered confirming what he wanted and that any resistance was for show. "Cool, swing by your place first, coach." The way Jayson said coach, a knowing sultry tone, that made Steven's cock twitch and heart nearly stop. The next five minutes of the drive, Steven knew he was headed to a career and life ending decision. He almost turned around once, but a flash of that kid's smile and a new whiff of his sweat cleared up any doubt. So here he was, face in 12yo black butt. Jayson was laying on Steven's coffee table in the middle of his family room. The boy pulled his muscular legs into the air exposing his 12yo butt to his coach. His clothes lay in a pile by the door; Jayson didn't want any pretext of why they were here. At moments the thought of what he was doing, WHERE he was doing it, snuck into Steven's mind but he pushed it away, traded it for the ecstasy of eating 12yo ass. Jayson leisurely stroked his 6inch cut cock as he enjoyed the rim job his coach was giving him. In the room where he and his kids watched cartoons and ate cereal, he was molesting the sexy chocolate little jock boy that he'd fantasized about for weeks. "You like the taste of that ass faggot?" Jayson taunted his coach. He hadn't showered since this morning and after two hours playing basketball with friends and two hours of baseball practice with his new favorite coach, he knew his ass must be filled with a sweaty funk that even he'd flinch at. Steven though dove in face first, his tongue running over both firm cheeks and up both sides of the kid's deep ass trench. He marveled at the smooth firmness of the kid's ass and the intense smell that made him so happy. All the list sweaty articles of juvenile clothing over the years could not compete with the sweet ripeness of preteen butt. "Yes Jayson, I love it," the fucked out of his mind coach answered. His adult hands slid up the strong thighs, his white hands standing out against the shiny black skin. Jayson just laughed. He loved how he could control these white faggots. So many adults and kids his own age or older would do anything, give him anything for a taste of his smoking hot body. He loved it. "Suck on my nigga dick faggot," Jayson commanded to an unwilling coach. He had found heaven in the boy's ass and couldn't imagine himself leaving. His wife and kids could walk in right now and he'd keep munching away on this 12yo black boy's sweat and funk drenched butt. Jayson didn't tolerate resistance, ever. He smacked his cock on his coach's forehead and the brought his hand down, bitch slapping the grown man. The surprise of it all brought him out of his trance, but he had no time to recover. Jayson pulled the man's mouth down on the impressive 6th grade cock. "Suck it bitch," Jayson ordered as he released the man's head and hoped the old fuck would get the idea. His coach settled into a rhythm, figuring out how to stroke and suck and play with the kid's large but still baby smooth balls. "Fuck yeah, suck that cock faggot. Your wife and kids know you like to suck nigga dick? They know you been pervin on my ass while you were supposed to be coaching me? You molest any of your other players like you're molesting me, faggot?" Jayson taunted his coach, the man cringing and dealing with intense emptions as he tried to maintain the goal of pleasing this 12yo black god naked in his family room. Suddenly Jayson hopped up, his creativity and sadistic side kicking in. "Where's your son's room?" Steven didn't even both to resist, just pointed up the stairs. The man watched the boy climb the stairs, lust after that beautiful black ass, and quickly followed. Jayson found Steven's 5yo son's room, a twin bed with Transformer sheets and walls just starting to be filled with t-ball trophies. When he's old enough, Steven will coach him. When he's old enough Steven may do more than that. "Lay on your son's bed, faggot." Jayson commanded. He quickly straddled the man, his 12yo butt hovering over his coach's face, "You wanna eat my butt some more? You like how my sweaty ass tastes you sick fuck? Of you want it, you're going to have to tell me what you want." "I want your butt Jayson, please let me eat it some more," Steven said as he reached for his cock for the first time to discover just how painfully hard it was. He'd been so focused on the sexy little boy commanding his every move, he hadn't even though of his own cock. Jayson sat his butt down on the man's face and squirmed around, wiping his sweaty hole all over the man's face and eager tongue. Jayson stroked his cock as he watched his coach stroke his own. Jayson grew tired of humiliating his coach and just wanted to fuck. "Pull your legs back, I'm gonna fuck your butt coach," Jayson proclaimed as he moved down to the foot of the little boy's bed, "If you're not any good, maybe I can come back and fuck your son Bet a sick fuck like you would love that." Jayson teased, but honestly Steven could think of few things hotter than walking in on Jayson raping the shit out of his kindergartner son. The pretten stud slathered some spit on his cock and rubbed the head on the man's ass. Steven held no allusions that this wasn't going to hurt. God had given this kid a big cock for 12 years old, and any size cock was going to be brutal for Steven's virgin hole. Yet surprisingly, Steven was rather gentle, working his cock in slowly to his coach. Inch by inch, the boy enjoyed the warmth of adult butt, the tightness and gentle pull of a hungry faggot pedophile was something special for Jayson. He liked to savor that first slide in. His six inches found their home, and Steven breathed deep as he adjusted to having his butt be a pussy for a 12yo black boy. "You alright man?" Jayson asked before drawing his cock back out and beginning his afternoon fuck with his little league coach. "Yeah Jayson, just keep doing that," coach confessed. Jayson shook his head, smiled and just said `faggot'. Steven's son's bed creaked as Jayson fucked steadily into his 32yo slightly less virgin butt. The grown man reached out to the boy, desperate to feel his sweaty warm body against his own. His own cock bounced and leaked as 12yo cock made him feel more alive than anything ever had before. "Yeah you like that you little bitch, like this big black dick. Your gonna remember this aren't ya? Every night when you tuck in your son, all you'll be able to think about it you laying here getting fucked by a little nigga boy you molested." With that, Jayson reached down and grabbed hold of his coach's cock, spit spilled over his plump 12yo lips and down into his hand. The boy slowly stroked his adult fuck toy as he cock edged closer to orgasm. His thrusts became more sudden, erratic, and deep. Steven groaned as his own cock throbbed in the boy's soft young hands. Jayson felt his coach's butt clamp down on his cock as jets of thick white cum flew over the man's chest. Jayson moaned out loudly, filled the house with his lust and pleasure as his own smaller watery load baptized his coach, a newly formed pussy boy and pedophile. The two laid in bed, Steven with his hands still exploring the 12yo's body as his nose sat under the boy's armpit. He couldn't get enough. "You gonna let me tap this ass after every practice?" the boy asked as he slapped the man's large adult butt. "You know you can't be so stingy, play favorites on the team. All the other boys probably would at least like their butts licked, maybe a blow job. That's only fair." Jayson surmised as Steven looked up, worried what he'd gotten himself into. An hour later and one more load dropped down his coach's throat, the boy burst out of the front door and headed for home. He decided to walk, besides coach had lots of cleanup to do and only 45minutes before his wife and kids came home. The man franticly picked up trying to figure out how to hide the fact you molested a little boy. Jayson wondered if he'd find the smelly pair of briefs he left there tucked into Steven's briefcase, a little gift to tide him over until next practive. About a block into his walk a limo pulled up and he hopped in. "So, did coach finally give in?" The 25yo roguishly handsome man asked. "Oh yeah. No one turns this sexy body and big cock," Jayson was a cocky 6th grader with very reason to be. "Finally, after all the other boys we placed on his teams. Most of them practically had their ass in his face and he never so much as touched them. Was beginning to think he didn't have it in him." "Oh he's got lots in him now." Jayson smiled, glad he found a job he really enjoyed instead of some bullshit lawn mowing or grocery bagger job. Turning men into the boy loving sex fiends they were, was much more rewarding. ***** Another story, with a different age and feel will be posted on the other site within (hopefully) the next week. Hope you enjoy both. As always I love hearing from you guys, it's very motivating to hear what you liked in my stories or what made you blow. As always, please find some time and money to donate to Nifty. 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