At school, Elliot did everything to be invisible. The only remedies to anguish that suited him were silence and isolation. If no one payed attention to him, he disappeared in the group of fourth graders. He became just another ten-year-old kid amongst many, a skinny boy with a common physique - pale complexion, coal-colored curls and a pouty mouth that never said anything.

With other ruthless brats, I took a great pleasure in bullying him. Elliot made it easy for us. The reserved little boy did not defend himself. We could insult him and harass him without a potential reprisal. Elliot just stood there, frozen, an ideal prey for cruel kids.

At the time, I did not know that he was suffering from anxiety, much less the reason for the mystery that he was trying to perpetuate. Only Elliot held the key to the enigma. And he never mentioned what he considered to be a shameful disease. The doctor had explained to him that his condition was not dramatic. The friendly man had even given a name to his hormonal disorder: precocious puberty. But, Elliot refused to see it as anything other than a curse.

Adding to his frustration, his parents accepted the diagnosis with a grain of salt. For them, this unexpected development was nothing alarming. Like all good folks, they advocated openness, offered their son many opportunities to talk about it. Too embarrassed, Elliot avoided the subject. He pretended that everything was fine, dreading to cause worry if he admitted that what had grown down there was always on his mind and ruining his life.

It was the grotesque aspect of the thing that upset my classmate the most. Every evening, when he put on his pjs, he looked away as soon as his gaze landed on that freakish part of his anatomy. His testicles, as big as eggs, hung low in a wrinkled bag. A tuft of shaggy hairs profaned the gentle slope of his pubis. As for his ‘weenie’, this term of the childish language could no longer be used. It was a ‘cock’, plump, measuring four inches soft and stretching over six hard. Nothing spectacular for an adult, but in the eyes of Elliot, the man-sized sausage was a colossal appendage because of his delicate constitution.

Fortunately, human wear clothes. Elliot succeeded in dissimulating the outgrowth at all time. He fooled everyone, including me. No one suspected the burden that afflicted him. In appearance, he had everything of a typical boy, albeit shy. The friends of his parents said he was a ‘poster child’ and the son they wanted to beget. Elliot cringed hearing how wrong they were. A considerable flaw separated him from the other children.

Of course, this physical maturity made him experience prematurely the torments of adolescence; chronic lack of concentration and spontaneous erections that he concealed between his thighs with a swift hand. At ten-years-old, Elliot had nearly all the physical characteristics of a boy five years older, including the sexual urges. The need to relieve them prompted him to masturbate at least twice a day. Still an innocent child, he did not understand what he was doing. The tyranny of his body and the fluids it evacuated disgusted him. Elliot did the chore in haste, during his evening bath or discretely in the basement.

It was the only time he dared looking at the monstrous anomaly. His penis swelled so much that he feared it would burst. The bulbous head stared back at him with its drooling eye. It seemed to Elliot that this phallus belonged to somebody else. He watched his small hand stroke it with the same distance as when he watched something on television. The pleasure reminded him that the tube of flesh was part of his body. The more he abused it, the more it generated delicious sensations. With his toes curled up, he gasped as he savored the voluptuous spikes of delights. Elliot likened the solitary activity to a trek in the mountain, where at the very top he tumbled down on the other side.

His orgasmic jolts were like strikes of lightning, successive detonations unbearable for a child. His little body trembled with violent convulsions and his vision blurred. Elliot suppressed his cries of joy while the jets of hot cream splashed on his grimacing face. This apotheosis unnerved Elliot. He raged from feeling so much pleasure while his penis obviously taunted him, for it spat in his face again and again.

* * *

   Since no one at school was aware of Elliot's big secret, his sickly timidity fueled a vicious circle. The more the miniature goons of my gang roughed him up - given his nonexistent sociability - the more he became introverted. This encouraged even the most docile of us to call him a 'weirdo', a 'reject' or worse. The problem was such that the school principal decided to intervene and control the harassment. He visited every class, threatening the pupils with detention if Elliot was ever bothered again.

This directive did not stop me, neither my refractory friends, from continuing to mock him or shove him in the corridors. Elliot remained mute, afraid that his hoarse voice would reveal his secret. Seeing as he didn’t fight back, the taunting escalated. It was simply too easy to persecute a kid imprisoned in his shell, as vulnerable as a snail. In addition, we were all jealous of the privilege that his mother had negotiated - an exemption granting Elliot the right to skip the communal shower after gym class.

Elliot later confessed that he understood the sentiments inhabiting us. But he couldn’t do anything about it. The only mechanism of protection that had come naturally to him was to build a fortress around him. This robust barrier actually worked wonders until his entire castle crumbled.

On the fateful day, after our P.E. class, the teacher was absent, called away. In the locker room, all the boys were looking at Elliot with a petty smile. I stood in a corner, informed of the vicious plan, waiting. Upon getting the signal, all fifteen of us charged towards him. Elliot didn’t even try to run away, stunned by the number of participants in the mob. Soon, two of the bigger kids were twisting his frail arms behind his back. The gang laughed and chorused:

- Stinker in the shower! Stinker in the shower!

While the compact crowd dragged Elliot on the tiles of the floor, he begged:

- Let me go! I didn’t do anything! Let me go, please!

I observed our little victim with a satisfied eye. He was visibly terrified by the palpable delirium floating in the musty air. Tears flowed down his cheeks, but his crying did not affect me or the others. In fact, we all started to yell:

- Let’s get him naked!
- Yeah, take his clothes off!
- We'll show him how to wash!
- Strip!  Strip!  Strip!

One kid approached Elliot, proud of his diabolical mission. With a determined gesture, he lowered the shorts and underwear of the captive boy. Immediately, a shock wave spread through the group. Everyone started to elbow each other to see what was causing the commotion. A repeated whisper resonated at the entrance of the shower room:

- Wooah! Did you see? Did you see his big hairy wiener?

The reaction of my companions intrigued me. Until then, the one with the biggest penis was a black boy named Javion. No one could compete with him. I craned my neck to see the exposed genitals. What hung between Elliot's thighs looked enormous on his skinny body otherwise as undeveloped as mine. A sudden excitement stirred in my balls. I stared dumbfounded, assimilating the fact that the one I thought to be a mere worm was actually the most virile of us all.

Elliot took advantage of the general astonishment to pull up his shorts and flee. Sobbing, he ran home, devastated by our collective attack.

* * *

   Oddly, everyone’s attitude reversed one eighty degrees after this incident. All the meanies of my gang started to treat Elliot nicely overnight. They all wanted to be buddy with the mature kid. They called him 'the elephant' - (because of the trunk) - or simply 'big dick', which was not first-rate, but better than before. 

Elliot gradually started to smile and regained the normal life of a kid - riding his bike with a few buddies and going for a swim at the pool. He could stop plucking the hairs over his upper lip and let grow a downy mustache that complimented his black curls. Because everyone knew about his dick, he relaxed and even made jokes about it. Shedding light on his big secret had freed him from the ball and chain he’d been dragging with him, although a heavy weight remained in his underwear.

In a short time, our obsession for the boy was coupled with fanaticism reserved for the stars. This pleased Elliot after so many months hiding in the shadows. In order to satisfy the incessant curiosity for his organ, the revered kid sometimes organized an exhibitionist number in his bedroom. It was possible to look at his cock in its glorious splendor, that is to say stiff.

I attended all of Elliot's performances. Five or six boys, sometimes girls, came to sit Indian style on the floor. We waited patiently like toddlers at story time. Elliot dawdled before unpacking the merchandise, enchanted by this power of attraction. He stripped completely in front of the voyeurs that were there: shirt, runners, shorts and finally the undies. Naked, he fondled his cock to wake it up. The flesh expanded above the stares of amazement. The foreskin retracted under the large crown of the head. It was the highlight of the show.

Like a superhero, Elliot placed both hands on his hips. He drank in the reaction of the audience. Some giggled. Some remained silent, their eyes bulging out at the thin boy with a man's prick. It didn’t last long. For most there, the show had nothing to do with sex. They didn’t know what a dick was used for except peeing. They were just curious kids, ecstatic to participate in something extraordinary. Everyone left happy to have seen the impressive error of nature.

One day, after one of Elliot's private show, I stayed behind. Among all the boys of the class, I was certainly the one who most coveted befriending the singular kid. But, in spite of my ardent desire to seduce Elliot, I doubted that I could convince the celebrity of our school to become my best friend. I did not have an outgoing personality. I was a goofy blond kid with brown eyes and an angular face. Without my gang of bullies, I lost all courage.

When everyone finally departed, I nervously approached Elliot. His half-child/half-man nudity still fascinated me, even after seeing it several times. I stared at the hair under his armpits and his Adam's apple. Sitting on the corner of the bed, Elliot was putting his socks back on, embarrassed by my presence and his cock still straight up preventing him from putting on his underpants.

- I wish I had a big dick like you, with hair and everything, I said, how is it?
- I dunno, it's kinda weird.
- Can I touch it?
- Yeah, if you want to...
- Holy shit! I exclaimed wrapping my small fingers around his erection, It's really huge compared to me!
- I'd rather have a normal dick, Elliot deplored.

At that exact time, I knew what I had to do to win his favor. The use of an infallible means was in order. I knelt before him.

- What are you doing? Elliot inquired, seeing my head advance towards his groin.
- Wait, you'll see! I love it when someone does it to me, I reassured him.

Immediately, I began to give wet kisses to his hard-on. My initiative triggered a series of chuckles. Then, Elliot stopped giggling noticing I was licking the underside of his cock from the base to the tip. Eyes filled with malice, I put the head in my little mouth and swirled my tongue on it..

At this point, Elliot sighed studying my devotion. I bobbed my blond head to suck his big cock. My lips enclosed the meaty girth tightly. I went up and down at various speeds, quickly to make the pleasure rise then gently as if it was hard candy melting on my tongue.

- Ohhh! That feels soooo good, hhhmmh, Elliot said.

The sound of his moans came as a great relief. Obviously, this first blowjob pleased him. So, I continued to suck the big boner at a steady pace. After a while, my mouth adjusted to the size of it. Elliot, for his part, stared at me, still surprised that I was doing that to him. A silence reigned for a moment in Elliot’s room as he savored the sucking. Then, he suddenly jumped:

- My mom! She'll be back soon!

The possibility that he could get caught naked, unable to pack this big chubby in his tiny underpants, tickled me pink. What a scandal! Despite the hankering to witness the hilarious catastrophe, I accelerated the pace. Elliot spread his knees to give me full access. I grabbed his cock firmly and went down on it faster. My saliva glistened on the meat, helping my lips slide.

Elliot’s short legs shuddered and languorous moans rose from his throat. The amount of sperm that poured into my mouth startled me. As soon as I swallowed the sauce, my mouth filled up again. Meanwhile, Elliot groaned and twitched with every dose of pleasure from his orgasm. At the last drop, I no longer doubted he would become my friend. A wide smile of contentment shone in the middle of his reddened face.

* * *

   Undeniably, the primary source of my desire to befriend Elliot was the affinity I felt. I could easily understand why he had not revealed his big secret for so long. At the age of ten, I too had a secret. Like Elliot's before it was exposed, I absolutely wanted to keep it. Mine was called Anthony, a fourteen-year-old boy who had babysat me many times.

Anthony knew all the games to entertain a little kid doped on sugar and full of energy, stupid games such as lighting our farts on fire and uttering curses. He also proposed challenges we could take on together, lying in the tub and pissing on your face, streaking in the back yard. His most famous one was putting each other's penis in our mouths 10 seconds, then 20, then 40 seconds, a game that evolved into mutual blowjobs.

The imaginative teenager insisted on the importance of keeping it a secret. He said that grownups would punish us if they knew of it. I promised without hesitation. The older boy reminded me of myself. He had blond hair and shunned authority. His visits were always welcome and an occasion for fun. During that period, I wished for my parents to suddenly fancy theater or other outings in order to spend more time with Anthony. Because every time he came around, we pushed the limits of decency together doing naughty things. I liked to see his dick squirt and I liked when he rimmed my butt hole and sucked my little boner to make me cum.

Before my parents replaced Anthony with a girl who lived nearer, the young teenager had turned me into a sex addict. He had even put his dick in my butt and I had not hated it. Educated from this exhaustive initiation, I often beat off. My young hairless body brought me delicious moments of bliss. I pinched my stiffy between the thumb and forefinger. I rubbed it, feet pointing at the wall, until the sexual tension turned into an explosion of rapture.

After school and before my parents came back from work, I used the window of opportunity to take things further, experiments involving my butt hole. I rubbed lotion on my fingers. The index sank into my anus, then the middle finger. The pleasure increased when I felt the little ring of my sphincter cling to these invaders. Naked in front of my mom’s dressing mirror, I masturbated, fingering my hole more vigorously. The intensity of my climax made me yelp.

I also experimented with different objects to increase the intensity of my childish orgasms. A small flashlight provided good results. Sometimes, in the crisper drawer of the fridge, I found a carrot large enough to give me ideas. I inserted it into my pucker. I strutted in the house with the carrot coming out of my ass. My excitement was such that I came without even touching my little erection.

Unsurprisingly, Elliot agreed to be my best buddy after my audacious blowjob. We became an inseparable pair. The affinity I had detected was real. We were both mature before our time; Elliot, because of his precocious puberty, me, debauched by a pervert baby-sitter. 

Regardless of this, our friendship was no different from that of all ten-year-old boys. After the school bell, we walked home together, schoolbags on our backs. We chattered on the sidewalk, quarreled and then made up. Nothing could break the bond uniting us. There was closeness between us similar to the symbiotic relationship of identical twins..

In the eyes of the world, we were two little pals, just smiling kids enjoying the simple happiness of childhood friendship. Of course, our attachment was much stronger and carnal. Because when I was alone with Elliot playing in his bedroom, he often looked at me with hungry eyes. The tormented boy was too shy to admit it, but I could see the tent at the front of his shorts.

- Do you want me to? I always asked, pointing at my mouth.

Elliot always blushed and nodded. He pulled down his shorts to take out his large attributes. I crammed his cock in my mouth and stared sucking right away like an obedient little whore. Kneeling in front of him, I grabbed his buttocks and slid my lips at full speed on his erection. Usually, Elliot climaxed very fast. If his mom happened to be downstairs, he chewed his fingers to stifle his cries of joy while I swallowed the spurts of cum pooling on the back of my tongue.

I never got tired of looking at, touching or sucking his big cock. Elliot appreciated my total acceptance of his condition, eager to discover all the dirty things I knew. Soon, I gathered enough temerity to offer him a new experience. It occurred in my bedroom this time. I was bent over the edge of the bed, my shorts and briefs around my ankles. I had smeared the crack of my butt with lotion as Anthony had taught me. Behind me, Elliot was chuckling. He found it funny that I was asking him to stick his big thing in my poop hole.

Quickly, I realized that my proposal was ambitious. It took many attempts before the head of Elliot's cock stretched my anus. The little outraged orifice revolted. It refused to listen to me, shut tight on its own. I felt the hardness of my buddy press on it and flinched away, groaning in pain. Both of us laughed, trying to conquer the narrow opening.

When two inches of his cock eventually pierced the barrier, tears sprung in my eyes. The mass in my distended hole seemed immense, really thicker than that of Anthony’s.

- Ughh, move your dick, I instructed my friend, push it in then pull it out.

Elliot did not know how to do it. He thrust erratically. I didn’t care. I was on a fuzzy cloud, euphoric to know that the one I admired, or at least his cock, was inside me. Furthermore, to do such an obscene act excited me terribly. I jerked off like crazy while Elliot awkwardly pushed his cock in my rear. In two minutes, I shivered from a fabulous dry orgasm. My curly-haired buddy came shortly after, spilling his load in my bowel.

The following days, this new activity spiced up our uneventful suburban boyhood routine. We could spend hours building houses with Lego blocks or rolling miniature cars on the floor, and then someone suggested it, usually me. Quickly, we stripped out of our clothes, impatient to be naked and have private fun together. The whole thing was surreal. We were surely the only two kids on the planet who took a pause from their games to have anal sex. Afterwards, we got dressed as quickly as we’d undressed, ashamed of what we had done. But the next day, it happened again. We just couldn’t control ourselves. Elliot's cock was like an alluring forbidden thing, a big adult toy in the hands of children.

For a couple of weeks, doing butt sex was the ultimate guilty pleasure for both of us. Then, the thrilling part of it diminished rapidly for me. My little hole was often sore. I wanted to stop, but not Elliot. His adolescent urges were intensifying. The horny boy was grabbing my buns constantly and ogling at me like a vulture. I made sure to keep a safe distance between us, scooted away when he approached. Elliot would chuckle and chase me, believing we were playing a game. He snatched the elastic band of my shorts to pull them down. His giggles echoed in the room.

- No, Elliot, I don’t want to, I protested.
- Why not? Let’s do it one more time then we won’t.
- Noooo. It hurts.
- Let’s do it just a bit. I won’t tell anyone. So? Uh? UH?

I didn’t want to succumb to his whining, but always capitulated in the end, perhaps in order to preserve our friendship. Elliot’s charm also operated. He was no longer a taciturn little boy. He had sparkling eyes, a mischievous smile. Reluctantly, I found myself naked on his bed, hanging on to the sheets. I begged him to use a lot of lotion and make it quick. 

It happened the same way every time. We were not very imaginative in terms of positions. You can’t expect much variety from two middle class pre-teen boys. Elliot always got behind me and guided his cock into my hole. He leaned over my back and gripped my shoulders. I winced every time feeling his hard meat invade me. From the get-go, Elliot bucked his hips and increased the cadence, pushing harder and deeper. It wasn’t gentle probing or tentative thrusts anymore. After doing it many times, he had learned how to get the most satisfaction out of fucking my butt.

Over my groans, I could hear the guttural sounds coming from his throat, grumbling plaintive noises, as if someone was strangling him. The oversized organ on his child body required him to spend four times more energy to swing his hips back and forth. Out of breath, he struggled to keep up and lost his balance.

- Unnghh, Shit! Unnnnngghh, do it quick!  I complained, hoping to spare myself further discomfort sooner than later.

After a while, Elliot found his groove. His body tensed up horribly because he was wringing every bit of juice out of his weak muscles. He perched himself on his toes, grunting as he copulated. It seemed like a monster was coming out of his skin. I glanced back, nearly unable to recognize my skinny naked friend, grimacing and entranced by the sight of his cock plowing my butt.

At the peak of his lust, I felt his big balls beating against my little buttocks. This meant he was ramming all six inches inside me with the urgency to get off. His grunts turned to whimpers as he apprehended the intensity of the impending rush of pleasure. At that point, I was already squealing like a piglet from having a full size adult cock shoved into my rectum again and again. 

For a good while, I kept my shoulders flat on the mattress, taking it deep and hard in the butt. Elliot’s brutality sometimes got me suspecting that he was taking revenge for all the teasing and bad things I had done to him at school. But there wasn’t an ounce of meanness in him, so for sure, it wasn’t that.

The more time passed, the more he fucked me frenziedly. Teeth clenched, I waited for his raspy older voice to cry out:

- Orrrh! I’m gonna squirt it, now! I’m gonna squirt it!

The cheerful announcement perked me up a bit. Still, I continued to squeal from the unrelenting pounding of my small ass. Relief only came when finally, his cock swelled in my anus with each burning spurt of his abundant ejaculation. 

After the painful mating, a strange feeling of peace appeased me. I truly thought it would be the last time. Of course, Elliot still asked for more. He didn’t want to give up this benefit of our friendship, and rightly so. Back then, I had a tight little bottom. Assuredly, he enjoyed very much banging it. 

So, the oral and butt sex lasted several years. Until my puberty reared its ugly head and I caught up with Elliot, in a way. By then, social pressure reminded us that we were not children anymore. Our frequent gay contacts weighed on our conscience.

Contrary to the expected cliché, Elliot did not become a porn star. He got married, founded a family and joined a large corporation. Obviously, I have never told this story to anyone. Who would have believed it, anyway? People do not like exceptions. Nor do they want to consider for a second that children are libidinous beings, especially their own. Even my closest friends would probably be shocked. I can already imagine their faces if I decide one day to disclose that, when I was ten-years-old, a classmate with a fat six-inch cock sodomized me on a regular basis.

 The End.
                       
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