Date: Tue, 24 May 2005 19:37:59 -0700
From: Rick <rickthedick@fastmail.fm>
Subject: Little Black Boy's Bitch part 2

     I was sitting in a traffic jam on the way to work when
I got a crazy idea -- I could just move into that vacant
unit! I had wondered how picking up Shawn regularly on some
specific day to travel back to my place would work out,
because what if he jacked off just before we met, and
wouldn't be interested? Or just otherwise wasn't horny?

     But, I figured, if I lived two doors down from him,
maybe he could just come over whenever he felt the need,
even multiple times a day! (Or so I fantasized...)

     So that's what I did. I really couldn't afford missing
out on another unit's rent payment, but the thought of a
cock in my ass maybe daily was worth far more than that to
me. I still kept my condo, but went out and bought some
basic furniture at Goodwill, plus a new bed, and got the
utilities turned on. By the next week I was officially
"moved" in to my new apartment, and that's where I slept.

     And there I sat every evening... waiting... and
waiting... peering out the window, waiting for Shawn to walk
by. But I kept missing him!

     Finally after a few days I saw him outside. He didn't
seem interested, just arched his eyebrows and smirked when I
told him I had moved in and he could come over any time he
wanted "for whatever."

     Several more agonizing days passed without any sign of
him, then finally I got a knock on my door. "Hey, man" he
greeted, looking at me briefly then looking back over his
shoulder.

     I gulped. "Hey."

     "What's up?" he asked.

     "Nothing, I guess..." I replied.

     "What're you doin'?"

     "Uh, just hanging out... playing Nintendo."

     Shawn's eyes widened. "You got Nintendo? What
cartridges you got?" he exclaimed, as he looked past me into
the living room.

     "Casino, and uh... football... and golf."

     Shawn pushed his way in and went over to the TV, picked
up the cartridges, looked over them for a second, and put in
the football one, which I hardly ever played. Within moments
he was clicking through the screens, eyes fixated on my 70's-
era TV.

     I shut the door, and my skin flushed again. Here he
was, in my new place, that cock of his just feet from me,
the lube in my bedroom and all ready to go. I grew a raging
hard-on... how could I get him to fuck me again??

     But Shawn just stayed absorbed in that dumb football
game. I tried to walk around, to the kitchen and back,
sticking out my butt a little as if that would somehow
attract him. It didn't. Then I laid down in front of the TV,
on my stomach with head propped up on my elbows, and butt
stuck up as far as I could hold it, but he still didn't seem
to notice.

     I WAS GOING CRAZY!!!

     Eventually Shawn tossed down the controller and leaned
back on the couch, slouching into the cushions. He stared at
me for a few seconds, then looked back at the TV for another
few seconds before closing his eyes and moving his hand to
his crotch.

     Finally he jumped up and simply said "Let's do this,
man, I gotta bust" somewhat urgently, as if annoyed I hadn't
suggested it already.

     Well it was ABOUT TIME!!! I'd been waiting almost two
weeks for that! But I tried to play it cool. "Ok, do you
want me to suck you or something first?" I suggested.

     "No, just lay down man!" he said, becoming annoyed.

     I was actually a little annoyed, too! I really wanted
to suck him, but all he ever wanted to do was just fuck,
which I certainly liked, but I kind of preferred sucking. I
started to suggest something about how he might enjoy
sucking better to start with, but he glared directly at me
and said "Shut up, bitch! I know you like this shit, why you
always talkin' all the time and shit?!" (That was kind of
true, I was a little nervous around him and tended to talk.)

     "Ok, sorry..." is all I could think to respond.

     "Just lay down and don't talk and shit. And take off
your pants."

     Unfortunately the lube was in my bedroom, where I had
fantasized this would take place, so I wasn't sure if I
should go get it, or get him to move in there somehow, so I
just muttered something about "the stuff." He wasn't paying
attention, though -- his eyes were glazed and he was
looking out at nothing while tugging at his cock through his
jeans. So I just snuck into the bedroom and quickly lubed
myself up pretty well.

     When I returned, he had pulled down just the top of his
jeans, exposing his cock which was ragingly hard with either
anger or horniness, I couldn't tell. He was squinting his
eyes and seemingly off in some fantasy at first, but as I
entered the room, he suddenly focused back on me.

     "How come you like this, man?" he finally asked,
apparently noticing my erection. "Lettin' me stick my dick
up yo' ass and shit. You LIKE bein' a bitch?!"

     "Yes," I shyly admitted, kneeling into position.

     Anyway, he had asked me all that before, plus I didn't
want to really talk anymore, so I just silently stared for a
moment at his angry erection before spinning around and
crouching down to put my ass at his groin level. Shawn
quickly grabbed my hips and pulled himself into place, his
jeans still just down to his thighs, and his hyper-aroused
cock out and pointing upward. He scooted in a little closer
and pushed it down with two fingers, guiding it in until it
was pushing up firmly against my well-lubed asshole.

     I had re-accustomed myself to receiving cocks in my ass
over the past week by stretching out my sphincter with a
dildo and my fingers, and had re-learned how to relax
better, so this time there was hardly any resistance at all
as his engorged cock head quickly popped in, allowing the
rest of his dick to slide up with ease. Soon I felt the
deeper poke, and heard him sigh gently, which I did too.

     Unfortunately, once he got it all in, he started
thrusting too forcefully for my comfort, although I did note
his rhythm was a lot better than before. I don't know if
he'd been practicing or what, but it was noticeable. He also
firmly held onto my waist for leverage as he jabbed, which
felt oddly comforting as I laid bent forward in my usual
position, face smushed against the carpet, my body
completely subserviant to his young primal drive to "bust"
in me as quickly and as deeply as possible.

     After only a few minutes of his rhythmic jabbing,
though, he slid his hands toward my shoulders and leaned
forward to readjust, stopping the thrusts for just a few
seconds, his dick still fully up my rectum. I spread my legs
some more, not sure if he was trying to put his own legs in-
between or what, when he suddenly pulled his cock out and
reached down to shove my legs back together! I complied as
his hands directed, but then he changed his mind and pushed
me down by my lower back until I was laying flat. I couldn't
figure out what he was looking for, or what position he
wanted me in, so as we both kept adjusting a bit he'd keep
missing my asshole when he'd try to push his dick back in.
That made him more and more frustrated, until he finally
pressed me down hard against the floor and angrily demanded
"Stop movin', man, I'm tryin' to do this!"

     I complied initially, but then stealthily crouched up a
little and stuck my butt up more, before holding still again
to receive his cock. That helped, because he quickly found
the spot and pushed back in. It took only another 15 or 20
seconds more of pretty forceful thrusting until he came with
an audible, firm grunt, then collapsed onto my back. He
continued rocking a little, although more and more slowly,
until finally he stopped altogether and pulled out.

     "Awwww, man... that was good," he sighed as he got back
up. He silently got dressed and seemed to want to ignore me,
so I didn't say anything. But as he headed toward the front
door, he suddenly turned to me and announced "I'm comin'
over again tomorrow... so you better be here... BITCH!"

                     --------------

     The next day at work I was a mess, anxious about Shawn
coming over again. Finally I got home and stared out the
window waiting, but there was no sign of him, and no knock
that evening. This went on for a few more days! I feared he
had either lost interest, or maybe I had pissed him off by
talking back to him. I thought he had really seemed angry
the previous time when he told me to just lay down and not
"talk all the time." I vowed to just do what he said so he'd
come over more often. I didn't want trouble, and I didn't
want this continued uncertainty about whether or not he was
coming, which was too stressful and frustrating.

     Finally on Saturday I got the long-awaited knock. I
opened the door, and it was Shawn, though with another
little black kid maybe only 7 or 8 years old, who Shawn
explained was his cousin Michael whom he had to watch for
the day. I was a little hesitant, and I guess a little
disappointed at this younger kid suddenly being there, but
they both had their shirts off since it was pretty hot out,
and looking at Shawn's bare torso with his genetically well-
defined pecs and those rounded biceps of his just made me
really, really horny. I figured his cousin could stay in the
living room and play Nintendo while Shawn and I went off to
the bedroom to do our stuff, and he'd never even know.

     Meanwhile the two of them pushed their way in, with
Shawn heading for the kitchen and Michael just gazing
around. Quickly Michael saw the Nintendo and went over to
it. I helped him turn it on, as Shawn opened up the
refrigerator and took out a coke. I was trying hard to gauge
Shawn's attitude and interest, but couldn't tell if he was
horny and wanted to "bust" again or was just there out of
boredom. But as he took a drink out of the can, he kind of
puffed up his bare chest which almost made me faint. I
actually dropped to my knees without realizing it! He didn't
notice that, but then came over in front of me so he could
see the TV, leaving my face less than a foot from his tight
bubble butt, his well-shaped smooth calves only inches from
my hands. Without thinking, I reached out and tapped him on
his bare lower back to get his attention. He didn't notice,
just kept watching the TV and his young cousin fumbling
through the game menus. I tapped Shawn harder and tugged a
little downward at the top of his shorts, which made him
spin his head back, annoyed.

     "Do you want to go in there?" I half-mouthed and half-
motioned toward my bedroom. I was very horny and absolutely
desperate to have his cock in me, one way or the other! But
Shawn just glanced toward the bedroom, looked back at me a
little disgustingly, then turned back to the TV to watch his
cousin playing the stupid video game. A moment later,
however, he looked back at me and pointed to one of the belt
loops on his shorts and told me to put my finger in it. I
had no idea why, but after I hooked my finger in the loop he
got a broad smile and told his cousin Mike to "look," and
Mike looked at it and then back at me and sneered something
about me being "Shawn's bitch." I don't know why hooking my
finger in his belt loop signified me as his bitch, but they
seemed to think it did!

     After a few more minutes, Shawn moved back onto the
couch, with my finger still hooked in his belt loop, and we
sat down with me instinctively curled a little toward him. I
couldn't keep my finger in the back loop from that position,
so Shawn told me to put my hand "there," pointing toward his
thigh by his right knee. We sat like that for a minute or so
as I got more and more anxious, because I just wanted to go
back to the bedroom with him and suck his cock, basically.
Shawn seemed to love delaying it, though, and making me
squirm. He put his hands behind his head with a contented
smirk. Then after a few moments of that, he said "Mike,
look!"

     Mike was up excitedly on his knees playing the video
game, but after a couple seconds he turned back to see me
sitting "curled in" toward Shawn with my legs crossed
effeminately, and I think sort of sneered at the sight.
"Man, he yo' fag bitch, huh?" he said to Shawn. I suddenly
felt a little embarrassed at this 8 year old kid seeing me
being passive like that toward his barely-adolescent cousin.
But I figured he didn't really understand what he was saying
or seeing for that matter. Anyway, I was focused on Shawn!

     Shawn grinned back at Mike as if saying "see, I told
you" and then Mike looked at me for a brief moment,
scrunched his face in disgust, and spun back around to play
his game.

     Shawn and I continued sitting on the couch like that
for another couple minutes, while I was going crazy! Shawn
seemed wrapped up watching his cousin play the game, so I
looked down to see if he was hard. I couldn't tell for sure
through his shorts, but didn't think so, so I moved my hand
up to his crotch and squeezed a little (I still couldn't
tell), which Shawn didn't even notice. He just kept staring
at the stupid game. Then I tugged a little on the top by the
zipper and whispered "Come on, Shawn, don't you want to go
back there?" motioning toward the bedroom.

     That just seemed to annoy him and he pushed my hand
back toward his knee. "Stop it." he said, as I put my hand
back, with an apologetic look on my face. Then Shawn
scrunched HIS face dismissively. "Pfffffff, man, why you
always wantin' my dick so bad?" he asked, too loud for my
comfort, although fortunately Mike didn't seem to hear.

     "Don't you want to go to the bedroom?" is all I could
repeat. I was desperate! I continued, "I'll do whatever you
want. I'll even suck your dick," trying to hint at what I
really wanted to do. When Shawn didn't respond, I added a
too-desperate "Please!"

     That desperation must have shown, because it made Shawn
snicker, and he looked over at Mike. "Mike!" he said loudly,
as Mike looked back. "He all beggin' to suck my dick!"

     Mike looked at me and giggled, then turned back to his
game and I think muttered something about "fag bitch" again.
I was a little alarmed at his becoming somewhat involved in
this, but still figured he had no idea what we were talking
about, so likely Shawn and I would be able to sneak back to
the bedroom without Mike either noticing or caring.

     I tried to motion to Shawn to be quieter, and started
stroking his thigh a little, awkwardly trying to "seduce"
him. "Please. come on, let's go" I whispered, finally
starting to get up.

     That made Shawn angry. "Sit down, man, I'm watchin'
this!" he yelled, holding me back and moving his head so he
could still see Mike's game on the dumb TV. I quickly sat
back down, and he looked over at me angrily. "Man, why you
always movin' around and talkin' and shit?!" he asked
rhetorically. "You a BITCH, man. you be takin' a dick up yo'
ass if you keep doin' that shit!"

     It took me a moment to understand what he was saying
through his ghetto accent, then I got confused. Was "taking
a dick up my ass" supposed to be punishment? I thought
that's what we did anyway, but decided not to say anything.
I think he was just talking tough, so I sheepishly looked
back down but couldn't help but eventually gravitate my
hand toward his crotch again.

     Shawn laughed at my feeble moves. "Maaaaaannnn. you
want my dick so bad, how `bout I just make you SUCK IT!" He
laughed again and reached down to undo his button and zipper
while lifting up his hips, but then suddenly he got a big
mischievous smile and looked over at Mike and said loudly
"No, wait...you gotta suck MIKE'S dick!" and laughed,
dropping his waist back to the couch.

     I was alarmed. that kid was too young, and wasn't
supposed to be involved in this whole thing anyway, cousin
or not. I didn't like where this was going, and said "No!"

     "Mike... come here, he wants to suck yo' dick!" Shawn
laughed again.

      No, I didn't want to! I wanted Shawn's! "Shawn, no...
it's just for us, not him!" I pleaded, but Shawn wasn't
paying attention as he was now giggling at Mike who looked
back with a puzzled grin. "Just keep playing, Mike," I told
him. I certainly wasn't about to suck off this little kid!

     But Shawn stifled an evil laugh as Mike suddenly got up
and started to walk over, his hand on the top of his shorts
like he was about to undo them. I don't know why Shawn
thought it was so funny, because I was a little disgusted,
if anything. Although Mike had his shirt off, revealing a
"nice" body in the sense of a lean torso with a hint of
biceps and pecs like a lot of little black kids have, he WAS
just an 8 or 9 year old kid and a little too young! It just
wasn't happening for me. Maybe in five or ten years, but not
now. All I felt was embarrassment and some disgust. I stared
at Mike and a little timidly repeated "No," and again told
him to go back to playing his game. Mike stopped and looked
at Shawn for a reaction, or maybe permission.

     I turned to Shawn myself. "Come on, Shawn. I'm supposed
to just be YOUR bitch, I thought..." I pleaded, hoping he
would stop this whole thing with his cousin.

     "Why, cuz you like havin' my dick in yo' mouth?!" he
snickered at me. I meekly nodded. "Pffff... yea, how `bout I
just bust down yo' THROAT then?!" he almost snarled, finally
undoing the top of his shorts and sliding them down enough
to reveal the bottom half of his semi-erect cock pointing
down his left leg, the rest hidden by his underwear. My
mouth salivated, but I realized Mike was still standing
right there, which made it awkward.

     "Mike, go back and play," I asked him again, figuring
he had no idea what we were about to do. Mike looked at his
cousin's crotch for a second and appeared uninterested, then
turned around and went back to the game on the other side of
the coffee table. Meanwhile, Shawn pulled out the rest of
his flaccid-but-long dick so it was hanging outside his
shorts, which made my eyes widen. For a moment I was going
to suggest we go back to the bedroom where Mike wouldn't be
able to see us, but then I figured Mike had probably seen or
done it before, or just wouldn't care. I wasn't thinking
straight at the time. All I wanted was Shawn's cock in my
mouth, NOW!

     I quickly lowered my head down and took all of Shawn's
penis into my mouth. As happened before, it immediately
started swelling, but I was practiced with him and knew how
to let it all swell further into my mouth without any of the
shaft getting out. I had him all the way in and even part of
his balls, with no gag whatsoever, and was giving great
suction and motion, I thought! Shawn must have felt it,
because he inhaled sharply and let out an "ahhhhhhhhh,"
either in pain or intense pleasure, though I quickly figured
it was pleasure because he wrapped his hands around my head
and pulled it more tightly into his groin. I felt proud,
because it was the first time I had gotten that good of a
reaction from him. Shawn then lifted his knees up and I
could tell he was REALLY liking it as he stared with glazed
eyes at the TV as I sucked a bunch more strokes for about a
half minute.

     Then abruptly he pushed my head away, and jumped up
from the couch while he squeezed his erection with his right
hand. "Let's go, bitch!" he commanded, then looked over at
Mike who was absorbed in his game. "Mike, I'm goin' to pop
my bitch's ass... I'll be right back!"

     Mike looked back briefly and giggled, then turned back
to face the TV. "Maaaaaan, he yo' bitch-ass punk, huh?" he
said mostly to himself. Fortunately he didn't seem otherwise
interested, which was a relief. But part of me was alarmed
at this new kid now knowing about us, even though I felt he
didn't really understand anything. In any case, Shawn and I
were headed off to the bedroom, where Mike wouldn't be able
to see.

                      ---------------

     I followed Shawn down the short hall, staring at his
naked backside the whole way with his broad shoulders and
smooth muscled back. I desperately wanted him IN me again!

     As he entered the bedroom, I stepped aside into the
bathroom to get the lube. For a moment I even thought I
might skip the lube because I wanted his cock SO badly I'd
even let him enter me dry and rip me open. But that was just
a quick thought. I dropped my own shorts in the hallway and
lubed myself up, then brought the tube into the bedroom,
shut the door, and knelt down to lube his dick too.

     Shawn faced me and closed his eyes, wrapping his hand
around his hard-on, so I tried to lift his hand away and he
obliged. I was so eager I forgot to warm up the lube with my
hands before putting a gob on his cock, and he suddenly
looked down and winced, so I quickly rubbed it around with
my hand to warm it up. I barely got it spread around,
though, when he suddenly pushed me away and told me to lay
down on the bed, so I hopped on the bed and into position,
grabbing a pillow to stick under my groin.

     Shawn got up and knelt behind me, holding down the head
of his erect cock against my sphincter. As I relaxed and we
waited the few seconds for it to pop in, he asked somewhat
seriously, "Why do you always got a boner when you take a
dick up yo' ass?!" as if that question hadn't already been
answered.

     I was still gasping from my arousal, but answered him
again as I had before. "I just do. I like it."

    Almost simultaneously, my sphincter gave way and Shawn's
cock started its way in. I wasn't sure at first if Shawn had
heard my answer, as he moaned "unhhhhhhhhhh" and exhaled
then inhaled deeply. "I know man, it feels gooooooood, don't
it?!"

     I wasn't sure how to respond to that, so just closed my
eyes and loosened myself as much as possible while he began
to rock, to help him get himself all the way in with each
stroke. It was working, because unlike previous times he
wasn't forcibly jamming his way in, instead gliding it in
and out with ease, I'd say pretty passionately fucking my
ass!

     For the next few minutes, Shawn mostly kept his hands
around the sides of my waist, but then he shifted a little
and breathed in deeply, then slid his hands up under my
shirt to my shoulders. His hands were very firm and yet
tender, almost massaging my back which felt really good and
very sensual. He had never done that before! I gasped again,
and got fully aroused again myself. I concentrated on trying
to feel his almost-four inches hopefully deep inside me,
which I wasn't sure if I could feel for sure, but I could
definitely feel his warm, firm, lean groin smacking against
my ass, and could feel his strong young arms and hands
gripping onto my shoulders. I looked back and could see
Shawn's eyes were closed, his mouth hung a little open, and
I noticed for the first time how his pecs and almost-six-
pack abs flexed with each thrust each time he injected his
young cock into me.

     As he continued to passionately fuck me, I started to
figure out how I could maybe clench down with my ass muscles
to delay his orgasm as long as possible. I wanted this
fucking to last all day!

                      ----------------

     Suddenly, though, his cousin Mike flung the door open
and walked right in! I looked back and immediately yelled at
him to get out!

    "I'm gonna watch," he casually announced. It took his
eyes a few seconds to focus on the scene, but when he saw
his cousin naked and on top of me, and me with my pants off
and ass sticking up, he broke out into an evil giggle, his
eyes widened, and he actually reached down to grab his
crotch! I was horrified this little 8 year old kid was
seeing all this, and yelled at him again to get out.

     Shawn was still pumping away and didn't even look up, I
don't think, but then another few thrusts later he finally
looked over at Mike and said "Look Mike, I'm ridin' his
ass..." which made both of them snicker.

     I was very embarrassed and again told Mike to get out
and go back to play his game, but both of them ignored me.

     "Watch this," Shawn said to Mike again. I just closed
my eyes. I was shocked at the interruption and was trying to
think of a way to get this kid out of the room when I felt
Shawn's cock pull all the way out. Mike made some kind of
excited giggle I think when he saw Shawn's long-ish erection
come out of me. Then Shawn told him "Now watch it go in."

     Shawn pressed his dick back against my asshole, which
was mostly still open, so it quickly slipped back in. Then
he shoved hard to try to jam it all the way up, until his
groin was pressed as far as it could possibly go against my
butt. He held it like that for a second or two, then twisted
his torso a little and pulled apart one of my butt cheeks
apparently to let Mike see better. Both giggled again, then
Shawn let go of my cheek and went back to rapidly fucking,
still too forcefully. Gone was the passion from before --
now I felt he was just showing off for Mike.

     I didn't know what to think. I did not like the whole
situation with Mike now watching, and couldn't think of a
way to keep him out. I still wanted Shawn to fuck me, just
not with Mike there, but the bedroom door didn't have a
lock. So I ended up just laying there with my eyes closed,
unable to do anything except hope Mike would go away on his
own.

     Soon, their giggling and snickering stopped and there
was just heavy breathing as Shawn got back into his rhythm.
I then started to think that if I just laid still without
"gripping" Shawn's cock or rocking into him on the instroke
or anything, it would take him longer to come, so Mike might
just get bored and leave. Then maybe Shawn would fuck me
more passionately, like he was doing before, instead of
forcibly jamming into me to appear macho in front of Mike.

     Probably only a few more minutes passed, but it seemed
like much longer. I peeked back to see if Mike was getting
bored yet, but he was standing back with his eyes wide and
mouth in a smirk, still holding his crotch, watching Shawn's
slender groin rhythmically slap against my ass. I felt
ashamed at myself for letting this little kid watch a grown
man getting fucked, when he should be outside playing in a
sandbox or something!

     I closed my eyes out of shame, and put my head back
down. Then I decided I should switch tactics with Shawn and
maybe counter thrust against his pushes to help him come
sooner, so they'd both leave sooner. But just as I was about
to spread my knees more, Shawn shifted his own legs farther
apart and wrapped his hands around the front of my upper
thighs to pull me against him more tightly, which I knew
from previous sessions meant he was close to coming.

     Shawn moaned a couple more "mmmmm--mmmmm"'s then turned
his head toward Mike and proclaimed "Watch, I'm gonna bust
in his ass now!" Mike snickered, then I peered back and saw
him trying to look in closer, still with a manic smirk, and
still holding his crotch but now squeezing his legs and
fidgeting somewhat like he had to pee. Shawn made some more
exaggerated thrusts, then leaned forward and wrapped his
arms around my upper stomach. With his cock completely
inside me, he stopped thrusting altogether and shouted "AH!
AH! AH!" with the spasms as he came, again just showing off.
Mike just giggled. Then Shawn pushed himself back up so he
was kneeling upright, except with his cock still in me and
groin still pressed up against my butt.

     I continued to lay there with my eyes closed, waiting
for him to pull out and hop off so I could get up and shoo
them both home. I was also becoming more and more alarmed at
Mike's involvement, because even though Shawn's mom knew
about everything, and Mike was his relative, I had no idea
if Mike's mom knew or how she'd react. I just wanted them
both out of there!

     But Shawn didn't hop up, he just stayed in me another
second or two then finally told Mike to "Look." I then felt
him spreading my butt with his hands, I guess to show Mike
his dick still in my ass. Mike laughed, then asked "Did you
pee in him?"

     "I busted in him!" Shawn said proudly.

                     -------------------

     Shawn made another exaggerated moan as he pulled his
dick out. I laid still, savoring the moment somewhat and
waiting for him to hop off the bed so I could get up, but
then I heard rustling and felt Mike apparently hop onto the
bed too, both of them exchanging giggles. I told them to get
off, but they just ignored me as I felt more bouncing and
shuffling. Then I heard Mike say "I'm doin' it now!" which
made me suddenly perk up - there was no way that was going
to happen!

     I loudly stated "Get off!" but they didn't hear me or
just ignored me. Then I felt a pair of hands on my back, and
suddenly the whump of Mike's whole body jumping onto my butt
and lower back. He couldn't have weighed more than 50 or 60
pounds, but it hurt, especially after enduring a semi-sweaty
almost-adolescent grinding into me for the past 10 minutes!

     Mike held his hand down against my back and said "Stay
there, bitch!" which I didn't really process at first.
Meanwhile, I felt Shawn hop off the bed, so I looked back,
watching him as he left the room nude and still erect, and
for a brief moment I got a surge of arousal again looking at
his muscled-up little body, especially the side view of his
thick thighs and round butt, and glistening cock still
arching upward, reaching up a little past his waist. I
whimpered, but then Shawn was gone from view as he went to
the bathroom to clean up, which made me whimper again.

     Then I realized this kid Mike was still on top of me,
and at first I thought he was just trying to wrestle me or
something, which I didn't feel like doing at all because I
just wanted them both to go home so I could jerk off. I got
up on my knees with his arms still clinging around my waist,
and tried to pry them off. Then I looked back, about to tell
him to let go, when I noticed he had his pants down, and his
penis was out and fully erect! This 8 year old was trying to
fuck me! I just stared at him, stunned. the notion seemed
ridiculous. He only had a little-boy wiener, too, not much
longer or wider than my thumb. But it sure was erect, head
flared and vein popping and straining upward trying to enter
me! What was this kid thinking?!

     After I regained my composure, I didn't know whether to
laugh at the absurdity of a 8 year old trying to fuck me, or
be annoyed, or what. Meanwhile, he kept trying to push me
back down on the bed, but I resisted each push and said "No
way," growing more alarmed.

     "Let me DO it!!" he shouted, reaching up to my
shoulders and trying to force me back down. I resisted
again, and his mood suddenly turned darker. "Get down,
BITCH!" he now growled.

     "Come on, don't..." I almost begged, trying to push his
hands off my shoulders.

     Mike apparently let loose with all his strength,
because just then he punched me solidly in the lower back.
He must have hit the right spot, because it hurt like hell
and made me yell.

     Mike was definitely angry now. "I tol' you to GET DOWN,
BITCH! Or do you want me to hit `chu again?!" he threatened,
as I looked back in surprise and bewilderment. I collapsed
back onto the bed out of the pain and shock, fearful this
kid was going to punch me again!

     Immediately he jumped on top of me and started jabbing
around my waist area with his groin. I couldn't feel his
penis poking anywhere or anything, so I didn't resist at
first. Within a few seconds he settled into just wildly
humping my upper left butt cheek while I continued to lay
there, recovering from the kidney punch and still partially
in shock.

     But then he found a bony area that must have been
giving enough friction, because he latched onto that one
spot and got a pretty good rhythm going, actually. As that
went on for another fifteen or 20 seconds, I decided to just
close my eyes and lay still to let him finish, since it
seemed from his now-heavier breathing that it wouldn't be
much longer.

     Suddenly, though, he shifted his body lower and toward
the middle, until I could feel his erection now probing
around my upper butt crack, searching for the hole. My eyes
popped open - there was no way I was about to let an 8 year
old enter me! And anyway, I figured his thumb-sized cock
wouldn't even be long enough to get to my sphincter without
some serious leg-splaying on my part, which I physically
didn't feel like doing at all. So I just tried to clench my
cheeks together to hopefully give him enough friction, so
that he'd finish the whole thing more quickly and just
leave.

     But Mike kept trying to stick his cock lower, except at
that angle with me lying flat, my ass was simply too thick.
His erection could only barely reach the opening, and
certainly couldn't push past. That just made him more
frustrated and angry, so I pointed back to my upper butt
crack and suggested he just "do it up there," but he either
wasn't paying attention, or didn't like the idea.

     "Man, get yo' ass up!" he ordered, trying to lift up my
hips with his hands. For some reason this kid just wanted to
stick it in my ass! Meanwhile, I was tired, aching, a little
sweaty, and didn't feel like arguing or scuffling again, or
sitting there for another half hour while he humped my
tailbone. So my thought at the time was "fine, whatever..."
as I gave in and leaned over the bed to get the lube. I
swabbed a couple fingers' worth around my asshole, as well
as inside about an inch or so, while Mike clamped his arms
around my waist. I told him to wait a second while I reached
for some pillows to put under my groin, except then I got
the idea it might be easier if I just curled up in the fetal
position, but face-down. That turned out to be perfect for
his angle, actually -- as soon as I scrunched up and my
cheeks began to spread more, he clamped right on and I could
feel his cock head begin to press inward against my
sphincter. Within a few seconds he got the head in, then a
few seconds later he got much or most of the rest.

     "Awwwwwwwwwwww..." Mike half-groaned and half-giggled.
Then he began thrusting, except more up-down than in-out,
pushing down on my upper butt with his hands to lift himself
up! I knew up-and-down wiggling wasn't going to work, so I
reached back and guided his hips more in-out until he found
the right rhythm for his angle. But after just a couple
thrusts on his own, his dick popped out, except he didn't
pause to get it back in, instead just kept jabbing in the
general area.

     "Stop, try to keep it in," I suggested. Mike stopped
and looked down to guide it back in, then when it slid in
again he started rocking almost too far, so I reached back
with my hands around his ass to hold his groin tighter
against me, to keep his dick from falling out again. I think
he got the idea because he then started rocking as fast as
before, but not as far outward.

     That went on for another couple minutes, though he
didn't seem to be getting close to coming because he wasn't
grunting much like before, so I reached back to pull his
hips closer against mine again and suggested he push even
harder. That must have helped, because then he splayed apart
his knees a little more and began thrusting hard and fast,
starting to pant and grunt again after a few moments. As he
humped, he also reached around my waist to pull my ass
toward him, making me lean back more and more as he kept
pulling, until it seemed from my view he was sitting almost
fully upright on his legs, with my ass in his splayed lap!
Well, whatever worked for him, I thought, as he continued to
hump away for another few minutes. Then he pushed my waist
back forward, causing his dick to pop out. I leaned back so
he could get back in again, but I didn't feel him press up,
so I looked back to see why, and he was just sitting up on
his legs, apparently resting a moment, with his hands still
on my waist.

     "Aren't you gonna keep going?" I asked.

     "I busted, man! Right up yo' butt!" he giggled at me,
still breathing heavily.

     Woops, I guess I missed it! But I was relieved it was
over and he was done...FINALLY. I got up and wiped him off
and then myself. He pulled his shorts back up, and still
smirking he looked back and yelled "Bye... bitch!" as he
literally ran out the door and out of my life.

     I sat back on my bed and contemplated the whirl of
events. I felt ashamed at allowing this little kid to fuck
me -- what was I thinking?! And why was Shawn so casual
about involving him? Who else knew about all this?! The
whole situation made me way too uneasy to continue, so I
knew I had to put a stop to everything. I worried how I'd
explain it to Shawn's mother, who I'm sure was counting on
the free rent. It was going to be a very delicate
situation.

     But first, I desperately needed to jerk off.

                     ---------------

     Explaining it to Shawn's mother WAS in fact a very
delicate situation. I said it had been something
"interesting" to try, but it was better for us if we went
back to just paying normal rent, and Shawn not coming over
anymore. She shrugged like "have it your way," but I could
tell she was disappointed. We agreed the following month
we'd go back to normal rent, though I said I'd knock off
$100 a month to help out.

     Meanwhile I had moved out of that unit and back to my
condo to avoid Shawn or his cousin coming over. A few weeks
later though I was feeling really horny for Shawn's cock,
and that tight body of his drilling into me, and had a
change of heart. I went back to the apartments to talk to
her about another arrangement, but nobody answered. Then I
peered through the shades and noticed their furniture was
gone. They didn't even lock the door -- they simply left. I
went in and looked around a bit, and found no clues or notes
or keys or anything. They hadn't called me, either, but
that's often how it goes in the low-rent apartment business.

     I felt a mix of emotions -- part of me was distressed
at the loss of Shawn, part was relieved that the awkward
arrangement was finally over, and part paranoid that maybe
somebody was coming to get me. I locked up and went back
home, waiting for the police or an angry uncle or someone to
show up, but nobody ever did.

     I finally went back and prepped the place to rent out
again, and got back to normal life. I never did find out
where they went or what happened to them. Eventually I sold
the building and moved on myself. But I'll always fondly
remember being Shawn's bitch!


                           THE END