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I waas a loved boy. I rarely tell anyone that. People think I was
abused. The truth is that I loved it. I was introduced into the fine art of
masturbation by a teenage neighbour when I was 10. I had circle jerks with
age mates at 12. At 13, I began a 2 year affair with a man in his 30's.
At 16, I was hanging out in the dark room of a gay bar. At 20, I
introduced a 12 year old boy into the wonders and excitement of gay sex.
He was appreciative.
I was on vacation this week. I saw the Space X launch from Cape
Canaveral. In the hotel, and it was warm enough to swim, was a family with
3 boys. The oldest was 13, skinny, tall as his mother and I suspect he had
something rocking going on under his board shorts but he had no hair on his
legs or under his armpits. His voice cracked some when he spoke. The
middle one was maybe 11. Compact and proportional for a boy. All three
boys were blond, white-haired to sandy. The younger was was 9 I fancy. I
played with them in the pool, they laughed and roughhoused and jumped in the
water and were boys. Devilish boys. And I watched them, thinking
deliciously evil thoughts.
It either turns you on or it doesn't.
Back before the internet or the dark web, there were the teen idol
magazines. I didn't want to get caught looking through them hurriedly at
the newcounter, tyring to get a peek of my favorite boy shirtless. In the
90's, it was dial up internet and picture groups on Usenet, printing the
pictures. Family naturist sites to show boys. Then downloading video
files, .mpg, .avi. .wmv. At one point, I had them organized: sucking only,
fucking, man-boy, boy-boy, no cum. Sadly, my video collection is no more.
But I dropped many a load watching them.
It either turns you on or it doesn't.
A feeling that starts in your balls and travels up to your heart,
a powerful force of lust and horniness, of testosterone. Your dick
hardening as you think of the boy. As you fantasize about him. Naked.
Hard. Ready.
And what makes you horny? Is it short boys with bowl haircuts,
their bodies straight as boards, outie belly buttons? Thin, flat chests,
bony arms, always in motion? They are hairless boys. Their crotches paler
or whiter than the rest of them from their underwear, which covers so
little. So little but so great. Their balls like small marbles and their
cocks - cocklets really - like mature dicks but in miniature. Like a
pinkie finger growing to a pointer finger. Sticking up at a jaunty angle,
pointing skyward.
I like boys that have touched their dicks, even at that young age.
Boys that feel no shame about being naked. People like to cluck about
keeping their innocence. But no boy ever regretted losing his innoncence.
The last thing a boy wants is to be innocent. How many boys introduced to
sex decide it isn't for them? Really. Boys are made for fucking. Made
for sex. It is the male condition.
Showing a boy how to beat off is a service to them. The mysteries
of lube if they are cut. Once the foreskin retracts on an uncut boy, he'll
handle it. I had to learn the hard way that soap was a poor choice but I
learned that mineral oil was outstanding. At that age, when their hand
fits neatly over their cock, beating off is a dream. Have you ever seen a
boy of 9 or 10 have an orgasm? A boygasm? How they're beginning to have
trouble breating, their whole body tense. They shiver and shake and moan.
It is a whole body experience. There is nothing more erotic than watching
a boy have an orgasm. And they stay hard and are ready for another in quick
succession.
What do you want to do with a boy that age? Put his dick and balls
in between your lips, your tongue rubbing up against his sensitive head.
Friction from your lips, roughness of your tongue. He face fucks you, the
instinctive need from a million years of evolution, and you let him because
you are not going to gag on his small cock. You can't suck and jack him at
the same time but their hands fit perfectly over their steel hard rods and
every boy learns how his dick best needs to be touched. You can jack them
with your thumb and forefinger, a handjob until they can't breath. Or do
you have him jack you? Or suck you? They struggle to get your big dick
into their small mouths but all they need is the head in and a good motion
from the hand to get you off. You can teach a boy how to be a cock sucker.
By showing him and by telling him. Do you lose control and a face fuck him
he comes off your dick, gagging? Does he choke on it? Do you dominate
him? Hold his head down? Does he swallow? Do you tell him to?
Boys that age are fascinated by cum. By semen. By jizz. They
think its cool and they can't wait for it themselves. Do you try to make
them taste it? Do they? Do they smear it around?
Do you slide a greased finger up his tight little ass? In between
his firm butt cheeks, do you play with his sphincter with your finger to
warm him up before you push it in? Get him ready? Do you finger fuck him?
One finger, two fingers. Is it to finger fuck him until he boygasms from
the pleasure of his underdeveloped button or is it in preparation for
fucking?
A boy that will put his legs all the way up, his feet and ankles
behind his ears, rolling his ass up so that you can drive your dick into
that hot, tight hole is a boy beyond measure. He'll squirm in pain, may
stop you, make you pull out. But then he might, if he's persistant, feel
that greatest, most earthshattering orgasm of all -- cumming without even
touching yourself just from being fucked. But you can stroke his dick when
you fuck him. He is alive down there with nerve endings. and pleasure
points.
Sweet little Cameron was a snaggle toothed little boy, sandy blond
hair and big blue eyes and freckles splashed across his nose. Short and
skinny and topping out at 60 lbs, His mother was a single mother taking
night classes and the boy and I bonded. He bonded with me because I had no
rules and I bonded with him because of my erotic desires. I didn't mind
him being rambunctious and loud and all over the place. I like boys to be
boys, not little adults. Play and pretend.
I let him watch R rated movies, the kind where they showed titties.
He thought those were funny. He showed me that he didn't have titties. I
told him though his nips were sensitive still. Then I proved it. He
giggled but wanted me to do it again. And he loved to snuggle. He got
lonely in his bed and came and got in mine, clad only in his underroos on a
hot night He snuggled up next to me and went to sleep. A bit later I did
show him porn. Adults doing it didn't really motivate him much but videos
of teenage k**s did.
Cam wanted to see me naked.
I indulged him.
He wanted to touch it. I let him.
He showed me his
I showed him what you do with it. How you stroke it. How you pay
attention to the head, to the little bit of tissue just under the piss
slit. Your pleasure button. I showed him. I demonstrated it. I used my
tongue. He shivered and sighed and wanted me to do it again. So I did. I
sucked it. Lips and tongue and suction and I did it until he squirmed
again, having trouble sucking in air. Until he shivered and shuddered and
came.
I let him sit on my lap, my adult cock sticking up and he stroked
it or I stroked it until I came. He was fascinated by cum. All young boys
are.
Ia that what you like in a boy? Naked and smooth and hard, his
little man sticking up, his small balls tight up against his body just
before he boygasms? Fuck yeah. A pouched out baby fat belly? A cocklet
hard? Fuck yeah.
Or do you like them nearly grown but u******e? Clearly queer? A
teenaged boy is a thing of the gods. Rangy and lean, more man than boy but
enough boy to make him desirable. Flat chested and flat bellied, clearly
with muscles but not defined yet. A little treasure trail up from his
crotch to his belly button. And when you peel away his pants, there is a
delcious bulge. And when you strip that away, a dick that is man sized.
Thick and long and angry when hard. Pubs and big balls. A hairy taint and
and hairy ass.
He was 15, my little nephew. Alex. 15 and queer as shit. Tall
and lean. Skinny almost. He wrestled 125 lbs and he is hot as fuck in his
singlet. Wrestling is so homoerotic anyway but the bulge in the singlet
marks out his manhood, marks him out as beyond pubetty and rocketing toward
manhood but he was not there yet. He is queer. Every penny goes for
fashion. He gets a few dollars and he gets a new belt or new shoes. His
taste is flashy. Bold colors. Bold patterns. He wears tight pants and
tight shirts that emphasize his skinniness and youth. Pluses for me.
I invited him over when he was 15. Let him have some Angry Orchard
cidar. Let him get a buzz. Did I have pot? Probably but I don't remember
getting high with him then. Pot can make you paranoid. Better to make the
move with alcohol. Did later for sure. But he got pleasantly toasted. He
saw that I had movies on DVD.
"Any porn?" he said, tying to act cheeky
"Oh yeah"
He looks through them. "Just queer shit" he said
"I got some those compilation ones that are in the Hustler
magazines. But, yeah, it's mostly queer"
He picked a Bel Ami one. One with Tim Hamilton, the bottle blonde
boy, back when he was a teenage twink before he got steroided up and super
jacked. He sat on the couch, rubbing his crotch. I moved over and grabbed
his junk, gave it a squeeze and felt his hardness. I told him to undo it
and I grabbed his liberated cock and began to give him a handjob. He
returned the favor. He didn't object at all when I pushed the coffee table
back and got on my knees and swallowed his stiff prick down on to full,
hairy, unshaved balls. Like a lot of skinny boys, he was well endowed,
long but not overly thick but I handled it and took him down to pubes,
unshaved thank God but not all the way in yet. 15 and a sophomore in high
school. A big k**. 15 going on 18 in his mind but 15 and primed in mine.
I love the body of teenage boy. A man sized cock, hairy and full,
hard and angry on a body that often is lean and underdeveeloped. He was
flat chested and flat bellied but there were grooves and lines for his
biceps and triceps, his shoulders wider than his hips. a boy filling out.
And a hard dick, aching with desire, desperate with need. Able and
willing. He shoved his dick in my mouth and face fucked me with the
instinct of a man, the need to drive it in. It's overpowering. That
satisfying hip action as you dominate another with your cock. I could
smell his musky odor, the pheromones dripping off of his testosterone adled
yong body. He face fucked me and gave me his load and I drank it all.
The boy is queer.
I taught him how to suck dick. Shoving my thick penis in his
throat, gagging him. Teaching him about the balls and the pleasures of the
taint. How to mix it up. That's the differenee between being queer and
not. Sucking a dick turns you on. You can't help but be better at it and
not because he you got on and know but becuase you desire it so much. I
taught him about his prostate with a finger in his ass. I finger fucked
him with one finger, weith two fingers, with three fingers. Then I fucked
him. Left a thick creamy load in his ass.
He's 19 now. He's sucked more dicks than mine and I don't care.
Had his legs up and ankles about his ears and cocks rammed in his ass.
He's taken more loads than mine. I don't give a shit. A dick is meant to
be used. Last year, I took him and a little boyfriend a year older down to
the Worthington in Ft Loaduerdale as an 18th birthday present. Two twinkie
boys and a dirty old man in a clothing optional gay resort. Of course I
fucked them both. And I watched them both take it at Club Ft Lauderdale,
stroking out a load as voyeur as my slutty little twink boy toy took loads
in his mouth and an his ass. It was beautiful.
Or do you like them in transition between the two states, between
hairless little boy and young man? God fucking damn.
There is nothing better than a boy in transition. Puberty. Fuck.
A boy at the end of c***dhood, compact and perfect, the apex of
boyhood. And then his balls drop. They get bigger, the skin crinkles up.
For the first time in his life, he is being assaulted with testosterone and
he doesn't know what to do about it. It's all so strange, new desire, new
interests. And it's so silent, so invisible. Unless you see him naked,
you wouldn't know. His little cocklet begins to grow longer, then thicker.
A little bit of hair forms on either side of his growing cock. It grows
and meets in the middle. Pit hair, facial hair, hairy legs, veins on his
arms. He stinks. He grows. He lusts. He has needs.
Cam brought his friend Jack. A beatiful black headed boy, lean and
immature. Cam by then had bigger balls and a bit of pubic hair. His friend
was hairless and small. But he didn't stay that way. It hit him too. I
scuked on his balls as they grew, sucked on his dick as it grew. A few
short hairs and then a little wad. Cam brought him to me but he came back
on his own. He had needs I could fill.
Jack was a natural born cocksucker and he went after my dick with
abandon. He licked and sucked and he swallowed cum without complaint until
Cam told him it was gross, Alone, just the two of us I told him it wasn't.
For a while, he might lick it up but wouln't swallow. He loved to see me
shoot. Cam brought him the first time and they came together for a while.
Then Jack's balls began to drop and he had a few little sparse pubic hairs
that came in. And then he came over by himself. Cam was forever ahead of
him in the puberty race and he decided that what we were doing was queer
and he wasn't a fag. Not that it stopped him that much. But he was less
cuddly and snuggly and more insistent. Wanting to be the alpha male. I
let him. He turned into the junior jock baseball player and I indulged
him. He'd fuck me, I could suck him, but he did me for trade and we never
again kissed. But every week or 10 days, he would come over, bitching
about a girlfriend that wouldn't put out, and I would take a load from him.
He graduated this last June, a pitcher and 3rd base man and an mediocre
student and now in community college. He fucked me in celebraton.
Ah, but Jack.
Jack is queer.
His balls dropped and the pubic hair began to show and he was
driven by a lust he couldn't understand or explain, by the insistent needs
of his dick. Longer and then a little thciker. He still boygasmed, dry,
as I sucked him and fingered his tight little hole. he was ass shy and
wouldn't let me fuck him right off but I interoduced to butt play a finger
at a time. And he lovved it. The hair goes across the dick like a crown,
downy and fine, clumps of chair that meet in the middle with some stubble
at first that fills in. He begins to smell like a man. That little
ringlet of hair and one bursts through under his pits. But he still fairly
short and light. Growing hairier byt not taller. Then he begins to
explode upperwards. Hands and feet first, big clomping things. Then his
amrs and legs grow, now skiny as fuck, before his torso catches up. But
that dick. Goddamn that dick.
When a boy first cums it is the coolest fucking thing in the world
Little boys don't even lose their erections after their dry orgasm amd can
come again. A boygasm is intense. Overpowering but frustrating. The body
wants to shoot, to explode. The volcano needs to erupt but there is no
lava. Then, one day, there is. Thin and clear and not much of it but
sticky and salty. Definitely cum. . Viirtually no sperm but cum
nonetheless. And he is intensely satisfued. I lapped up Cam's and Jack's
first cum. And drank down loads afeer. Once a boy cums and shoots his
load down someone's throat, he keeps doing it.
I finger fucked Jack, teaching him the pleasure of the ass, before
I ever plundered him with my dick. But I sure as fuck took him in the ass.
Doggy at first, his head beuried in the pillow. Spoon. Missionarry. I
fucled him sideways. He loved it He wanted it, wanted it more and more.
He would jack himself as he got fucked. Pit hair came in, facial hair,
soft and downy., muscles.
Are you hard yet? Have you stroked your dick?
Thinking about a boy you know? A neighbor k**, short and slender.
A middle schooler you know. You think evil, dirty thoughts about them?
Shit, I watch the Little League World Series every year to see boys in
their natural habitat. The bag boy from the Publix? Imagining what he
would look like naked? Naked and hard?
A boy from church? Tell me you haven't. The curly headed boy of
15 in the pew ahead of you, dressed in khaki's that fit him perfectly, his
fine firm ass, the bulge. His younger brother, slender and short. Tell me
you haven't lusted after a boy like that.
A k** on the beach in board hosrts. Skinny little body. Fuck, you
know you have.
The neighbor boy.or your nephew.
A co-worker's son.
You thought about it.
Me too.
I'm going to jack off to some porn. It'll be Pornhub but I wish it
weren't. I wish it were that kind. A boy named Mikkel, a reddish blond
boy and his man. Spongebob. One's from the early 70's. Russian
ones. Goddamn.
A big creamy load.
Oh and I met a boy. 9 year old black boy. Him and his mother live
next door. He's come over making friends. Have I mentioned how much I
love a hairless cock? I had to take care of him, JaMarcus, yesterday and he
waited in the car when I went inside to the new adult bookstore. I parked
around back where no one would see. I bought him a present. Two presents.
One was a Hustler magazne. He liked it. The other was a junior sized
dildo. I talked him into trying it and he liked that too.
Think of a fantasy and drop a load. Let me know. I love to hear
about it. I write taboo erotica. It turns me on. Makes me hard. Makes
me horny. I write hoping to make you horny but mostly so I will be.
It either turns you on or it doesn't.
abused. The truth is that I loved it. I was introduced into the fine art of
masturbation by a teenage neighbour when I was 10. I had circle jerks with
age mates at 12. At 13, I began a 2 year affair with a man in his 30's.
At 16, I was hanging out in the dark room of a gay bar. At 20, I
introduced a 12 year old boy into the wonders and excitement of gay sex.
He was appreciative.
I was on vacation this week. I saw the Space X launch from Cape
Canaveral. In the hotel, and it was warm enough to swim, was a family with
3 boys. The oldest was 13, skinny, tall as his mother and I suspect he had
something rocking going on under his board shorts but he had no hair on his
legs or under his armpits. His voice cracked some when he spoke. The
middle one was maybe 11. Compact and proportional for a boy. All three
boys were blond, white-haired to sandy. The younger was was 9 I fancy. I
played with them in the pool, they laughed and roughhoused and jumped in the
water and were boys. Devilish boys. And I watched them, thinking
deliciously evil thoughts.
It either turns you on or it doesn't.
Back before the internet or the dark web, there were the teen idol
magazines. I didn't want to get caught looking through them hurriedly at
the newcounter, tyring to get a peek of my favorite boy shirtless. In the
90's, it was dial up internet and picture groups on Usenet, printing the
pictures. Family naturist sites to show boys. Then downloading video
files, .mpg, .avi. .wmv. At one point, I had them organized: sucking only,
fucking, man-boy, boy-boy, no cum. Sadly, my video collection is no more.
But I dropped many a load watching them.
It either turns you on or it doesn't.
A feeling that starts in your balls and travels up to your heart,
a powerful force of lust and horniness, of testosterone. Your dick
hardening as you think of the boy. As you fantasize about him. Naked.
Hard. Ready.
And what makes you horny? Is it short boys with bowl haircuts,
their bodies straight as boards, outie belly buttons? Thin, flat chests,
bony arms, always in motion? They are hairless boys. Their crotches paler
or whiter than the rest of them from their underwear, which covers so
little. So little but so great. Their balls like small marbles and their
cocks - cocklets really - like mature dicks but in miniature. Like a
pinkie finger growing to a pointer finger. Sticking up at a jaunty angle,
pointing skyward.
I like boys that have touched their dicks, even at that young age.
Boys that feel no shame about being naked. People like to cluck about
keeping their innocence. But no boy ever regretted losing his innoncence.
The last thing a boy wants is to be innocent. How many boys introduced to
sex decide it isn't for them? Really. Boys are made for fucking. Made
for sex. It is the male condition.
Showing a boy how to beat off is a service to them. The mysteries
of lube if they are cut. Once the foreskin retracts on an uncut boy, he'll
handle it. I had to learn the hard way that soap was a poor choice but I
learned that mineral oil was outstanding. At that age, when their hand
fits neatly over their cock, beating off is a dream. Have you ever seen a
boy of 9 or 10 have an orgasm? A boygasm? How they're beginning to have
trouble breating, their whole body tense. They shiver and shake and moan.
It is a whole body experience. There is nothing more erotic than watching
a boy have an orgasm. And they stay hard and are ready for another in quick
succession.
What do you want to do with a boy that age? Put his dick and balls
in between your lips, your tongue rubbing up against his sensitive head.
Friction from your lips, roughness of your tongue. He face fucks you, the
instinctive need from a million years of evolution, and you let him because
you are not going to gag on his small cock. You can't suck and jack him at
the same time but their hands fit perfectly over their steel hard rods and
every boy learns how his dick best needs to be touched. You can jack them
with your thumb and forefinger, a handjob until they can't breath. Or do
you have him jack you? Or suck you? They struggle to get your big dick
into their small mouths but all they need is the head in and a good motion
from the hand to get you off. You can teach a boy how to be a cock sucker.
By showing him and by telling him. Do you lose control and a face fuck him
he comes off your dick, gagging? Does he choke on it? Do you dominate
him? Hold his head down? Does he swallow? Do you tell him to?
Boys that age are fascinated by cum. By semen. By jizz. They
think its cool and they can't wait for it themselves. Do you try to make
them taste it? Do they? Do they smear it around?
Do you slide a greased finger up his tight little ass? In between
his firm butt cheeks, do you play with his sphincter with your finger to
warm him up before you push it in? Get him ready? Do you finger fuck him?
One finger, two fingers. Is it to finger fuck him until he boygasms from
the pleasure of his underdeveloped button or is it in preparation for
fucking?
A boy that will put his legs all the way up, his feet and ankles
behind his ears, rolling his ass up so that you can drive your dick into
that hot, tight hole is a boy beyond measure. He'll squirm in pain, may
stop you, make you pull out. But then he might, if he's persistant, feel
that greatest, most earthshattering orgasm of all -- cumming without even
touching yourself just from being fucked. But you can stroke his dick when
you fuck him. He is alive down there with nerve endings. and pleasure
points.
Sweet little Cameron was a snaggle toothed little boy, sandy blond
hair and big blue eyes and freckles splashed across his nose. Short and
skinny and topping out at 60 lbs, His mother was a single mother taking
night classes and the boy and I bonded. He bonded with me because I had no
rules and I bonded with him because of my erotic desires. I didn't mind
him being rambunctious and loud and all over the place. I like boys to be
boys, not little adults. Play and pretend.
I let him watch R rated movies, the kind where they showed titties.
He thought those were funny. He showed me that he didn't have titties. I
told him though his nips were sensitive still. Then I proved it. He
giggled but wanted me to do it again. And he loved to snuggle. He got
lonely in his bed and came and got in mine, clad only in his underroos on a
hot night He snuggled up next to me and went to sleep. A bit later I did
show him porn. Adults doing it didn't really motivate him much but videos
of teenage k**s did.
Cam wanted to see me naked.
I indulged him.
He wanted to touch it. I let him.
He showed me his
I showed him what you do with it. How you stroke it. How you pay
attention to the head, to the little bit of tissue just under the piss
slit. Your pleasure button. I showed him. I demonstrated it. I used my
tongue. He shivered and sighed and wanted me to do it again. So I did. I
sucked it. Lips and tongue and suction and I did it until he squirmed
again, having trouble sucking in air. Until he shivered and shuddered and
came.
I let him sit on my lap, my adult cock sticking up and he stroked
it or I stroked it until I came. He was fascinated by cum. All young boys
are.
Ia that what you like in a boy? Naked and smooth and hard, his
little man sticking up, his small balls tight up against his body just
before he boygasms? Fuck yeah. A pouched out baby fat belly? A cocklet
hard? Fuck yeah.
Or do you like them nearly grown but u******e? Clearly queer? A
teenaged boy is a thing of the gods. Rangy and lean, more man than boy but
enough boy to make him desirable. Flat chested and flat bellied, clearly
with muscles but not defined yet. A little treasure trail up from his
crotch to his belly button. And when you peel away his pants, there is a
delcious bulge. And when you strip that away, a dick that is man sized.
Thick and long and angry when hard. Pubs and big balls. A hairy taint and
and hairy ass.
He was 15, my little nephew. Alex. 15 and queer as shit. Tall
and lean. Skinny almost. He wrestled 125 lbs and he is hot as fuck in his
singlet. Wrestling is so homoerotic anyway but the bulge in the singlet
marks out his manhood, marks him out as beyond pubetty and rocketing toward
manhood but he was not there yet. He is queer. Every penny goes for
fashion. He gets a few dollars and he gets a new belt or new shoes. His
taste is flashy. Bold colors. Bold patterns. He wears tight pants and
tight shirts that emphasize his skinniness and youth. Pluses for me.
I invited him over when he was 15. Let him have some Angry Orchard
cidar. Let him get a buzz. Did I have pot? Probably but I don't remember
getting high with him then. Pot can make you paranoid. Better to make the
move with alcohol. Did later for sure. But he got pleasantly toasted. He
saw that I had movies on DVD.
"Any porn?" he said, tying to act cheeky
"Oh yeah"
He looks through them. "Just queer shit" he said
"I got some those compilation ones that are in the Hustler
magazines. But, yeah, it's mostly queer"
He picked a Bel Ami one. One with Tim Hamilton, the bottle blonde
boy, back when he was a teenage twink before he got steroided up and super
jacked. He sat on the couch, rubbing his crotch. I moved over and grabbed
his junk, gave it a squeeze and felt his hardness. I told him to undo it
and I grabbed his liberated cock and began to give him a handjob. He
returned the favor. He didn't object at all when I pushed the coffee table
back and got on my knees and swallowed his stiff prick down on to full,
hairy, unshaved balls. Like a lot of skinny boys, he was well endowed,
long but not overly thick but I handled it and took him down to pubes,
unshaved thank God but not all the way in yet. 15 and a sophomore in high
school. A big k**. 15 going on 18 in his mind but 15 and primed in mine.
I love the body of teenage boy. A man sized cock, hairy and full,
hard and angry on a body that often is lean and underdeveeloped. He was
flat chested and flat bellied but there were grooves and lines for his
biceps and triceps, his shoulders wider than his hips. a boy filling out.
And a hard dick, aching with desire, desperate with need. Able and
willing. He shoved his dick in my mouth and face fucked me with the
instinct of a man, the need to drive it in. It's overpowering. That
satisfying hip action as you dominate another with your cock. I could
smell his musky odor, the pheromones dripping off of his testosterone adled
yong body. He face fucked me and gave me his load and I drank it all.
The boy is queer.
I taught him how to suck dick. Shoving my thick penis in his
throat, gagging him. Teaching him about the balls and the pleasures of the
taint. How to mix it up. That's the differenee between being queer and
not. Sucking a dick turns you on. You can't help but be better at it and
not because he you got on and know but becuase you desire it so much. I
taught him about his prostate with a finger in his ass. I finger fucked
him with one finger, weith two fingers, with three fingers. Then I fucked
him. Left a thick creamy load in his ass.
He's 19 now. He's sucked more dicks than mine and I don't care.
Had his legs up and ankles about his ears and cocks rammed in his ass.
He's taken more loads than mine. I don't give a shit. A dick is meant to
be used. Last year, I took him and a little boyfriend a year older down to
the Worthington in Ft Loaduerdale as an 18th birthday present. Two twinkie
boys and a dirty old man in a clothing optional gay resort. Of course I
fucked them both. And I watched them both take it at Club Ft Lauderdale,
stroking out a load as voyeur as my slutty little twink boy toy took loads
in his mouth and an his ass. It was beautiful.
Or do you like them in transition between the two states, between
hairless little boy and young man? God fucking damn.
There is nothing better than a boy in transition. Puberty. Fuck.
A boy at the end of c***dhood, compact and perfect, the apex of
boyhood. And then his balls drop. They get bigger, the skin crinkles up.
For the first time in his life, he is being assaulted with testosterone and
he doesn't know what to do about it. It's all so strange, new desire, new
interests. And it's so silent, so invisible. Unless you see him naked,
you wouldn't know. His little cocklet begins to grow longer, then thicker.
A little bit of hair forms on either side of his growing cock. It grows
and meets in the middle. Pit hair, facial hair, hairy legs, veins on his
arms. He stinks. He grows. He lusts. He has needs.
Cam brought his friend Jack. A beatiful black headed boy, lean and
immature. Cam by then had bigger balls and a bit of pubic hair. His friend
was hairless and small. But he didn't stay that way. It hit him too. I
scuked on his balls as they grew, sucked on his dick as it grew. A few
short hairs and then a little wad. Cam brought him to me but he came back
on his own. He had needs I could fill.
Jack was a natural born cocksucker and he went after my dick with
abandon. He licked and sucked and he swallowed cum without complaint until
Cam told him it was gross, Alone, just the two of us I told him it wasn't.
For a while, he might lick it up but wouln't swallow. He loved to see me
shoot. Cam brought him the first time and they came together for a while.
Then Jack's balls began to drop and he had a few little sparse pubic hairs
that came in. And then he came over by himself. Cam was forever ahead of
him in the puberty race and he decided that what we were doing was queer
and he wasn't a fag. Not that it stopped him that much. But he was less
cuddly and snuggly and more insistent. Wanting to be the alpha male. I
let him. He turned into the junior jock baseball player and I indulged
him. He'd fuck me, I could suck him, but he did me for trade and we never
again kissed. But every week or 10 days, he would come over, bitching
about a girlfriend that wouldn't put out, and I would take a load from him.
He graduated this last June, a pitcher and 3rd base man and an mediocre
student and now in community college. He fucked me in celebraton.
Ah, but Jack.
Jack is queer.
His balls dropped and the pubic hair began to show and he was
driven by a lust he couldn't understand or explain, by the insistent needs
of his dick. Longer and then a little thciker. He still boygasmed, dry,
as I sucked him and fingered his tight little hole. he was ass shy and
wouldn't let me fuck him right off but I interoduced to butt play a finger
at a time. And he lovved it. The hair goes across the dick like a crown,
downy and fine, clumps of chair that meet in the middle with some stubble
at first that fills in. He begins to smell like a man. That little
ringlet of hair and one bursts through under his pits. But he still fairly
short and light. Growing hairier byt not taller. Then he begins to
explode upperwards. Hands and feet first, big clomping things. Then his
amrs and legs grow, now skiny as fuck, before his torso catches up. But
that dick. Goddamn that dick.
When a boy first cums it is the coolest fucking thing in the world
Little boys don't even lose their erections after their dry orgasm amd can
come again. A boygasm is intense. Overpowering but frustrating. The body
wants to shoot, to explode. The volcano needs to erupt but there is no
lava. Then, one day, there is. Thin and clear and not much of it but
sticky and salty. Definitely cum. . Viirtually no sperm but cum
nonetheless. And he is intensely satisfued. I lapped up Cam's and Jack's
first cum. And drank down loads afeer. Once a boy cums and shoots his
load down someone's throat, he keeps doing it.
I finger fucked Jack, teaching him the pleasure of the ass, before
I ever plundered him with my dick. But I sure as fuck took him in the ass.
Doggy at first, his head beuried in the pillow. Spoon. Missionarry. I
fucled him sideways. He loved it He wanted it, wanted it more and more.
He would jack himself as he got fucked. Pit hair came in, facial hair,
soft and downy., muscles.
Are you hard yet? Have you stroked your dick?
Thinking about a boy you know? A neighbor k**, short and slender.
A middle schooler you know. You think evil, dirty thoughts about them?
Shit, I watch the Little League World Series every year to see boys in
their natural habitat. The bag boy from the Publix? Imagining what he
would look like naked? Naked and hard?
A boy from church? Tell me you haven't. The curly headed boy of
15 in the pew ahead of you, dressed in khaki's that fit him perfectly, his
fine firm ass, the bulge. His younger brother, slender and short. Tell me
you haven't lusted after a boy like that.
A k** on the beach in board hosrts. Skinny little body. Fuck, you
know you have.
The neighbor boy.or your nephew.
A co-worker's son.
You thought about it.
Me too.
I'm going to jack off to some porn. It'll be Pornhub but I wish it
weren't. I wish it were that kind. A boy named Mikkel, a reddish blond
boy and his man. Spongebob. One's from the early 70's. Russian
ones. Goddamn.
A big creamy load.
Oh and I met a boy. 9 year old black boy. Him and his mother live
next door. He's come over making friends. Have I mentioned how much I
love a hairless cock? I had to take care of him, JaMarcus, yesterday and he
waited in the car when I went inside to the new adult bookstore. I parked
around back where no one would see. I bought him a present. Two presents.
One was a Hustler magazne. He liked it. The other was a junior sized
dildo. I talked him into trying it and he liked that too.
Think of a fantasy and drop a load. Let me know. I love to hear
about it. I write taboo erotica. It turns me on. Makes me hard. Makes
me horny. I write hoping to make you horny but mostly so I will be.
It either turns you on or it doesn't.
Madison
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