Date: Mon, 5 Mar 2007 00:59:56 -0500
From: Jimmy Smith <ihatepigs44@gmail.com>
Subject: Arcade Boiz Part 1 (Gay Male/Adult Youth)

			Arcade Boiz

			 Chapter 1

			   Evan


     "NO MISTER! PLEASE STOP!" screamed 5 yo Evan. "I
CHANGED MY MIND MISTER! I DON'T WANNA GET FUCKED ANYMORE! OH
GOD IT HURTS! IT HURTS SO BAD!"
     "Too fucking bad, you little tease," I growled. "Your
brother never told you this part, did he? You were expecting
some guy with some pissant sized cock. Well, you picked my
14" monster and me! Deal with it."
     The setting of this little exchange was in my bedroom,
on top of my king-sized bed. The dark haired boy and I are
both naked and he is flat on his back with me above him. My
body holds his left leg back, while my left hand is holding
back his other leg. I am leaning slightly on my left side to
allow the digital video camera to record every sight and
sound as my enormous penis pounds in and out of his virgin
rectum.
     How many boys like him have found themselves in his
position on this bed? Literally thousands, including this
boy's older brother, Isaac, whom I popped at the same age.
     I know that most of society would see me as a monster
for what I am doing. They have the mistaken belief that boys
are so innocent when it comes to sex, that none of them
would desire, let alone actively seek out this forbidden
union of man and boy.
     Not one of the boys that have lost their virginities on
this bed were forced to do it, not even this boy wailing for
me to stop. How did this occur then? Let's use this boy's
story as an example.

     My eyes were drawn to him the moment he entered the
arcade. It was unusual to see a boy that young come in to
that arcade. The usual clientele is about 9-14 or so. My
friend Bill, the pedophile who owns the arcade, prefers it
that way, thinking that an overabundance of really young
boys would bring more adult attention to the place.
     But what really caught my eye about him were his
clothes. He was wearing the outfit that signifies the boy's
willingness for sexual activity.
     I feel that some clarification is required here. Boys
interested in sex are expected to dress in muscle shirts and
short shorts as tight as they can be. So that was what Evan
is wearing.
     Next the boy must go and select one of one variously
colored wristbands. Each color displays how far an
individual boy is willing to go. A black wristband means the
boy wants it in the ass.
     I watched as the boy approached the counter. The
cashier does NOT approve of the practice of men and boys
hooking up for sex. He will absolutely flip if the young kid
asks for the wristband I think he will.
     Sure enough, the boy makes his request known to the
attendant, and the young man shook his head violently. The
boy pointed to his wrist, then to the one he wanted. It was
the black one. Bill was away so I sauntered over to the
counter.
     "What seems to be the problem?" I asked.
     The boy's response was immediate. "He won't give me the
wristband I want," he said.
     "That true, Sean?" I asked. "You know the rule."
     Sean protested. "He's too young."
     "He's the same age as you were, Sean," I pointed out.
"When you came in here looking to lose your cherry. You know
the rule: you give the boy the color he asks for, or you're
ass is fired."
     Sean sighed and gave the boy the black wristband. "I
hope you know what you're doing, kid." he said, and then
walked away in disgust.
     I turned to the boy and looked him over. I heard a
giggle and I look up to see Isaac looking at us and
smirking. Then it occurred to me who this young boy was.
This was Evan, Isaac's adopted brother. I smirked back
before turning my attention back to Evan.
     "What's your name, son?" I asked.
     "Evan," the boy chirped.
"I'm five."
     Oh God, I thought. This is my lucky day.
     "Well, Evan," I said. "Do you know what your wristband
means?"
     "Uh huh," he nodded eagerly. "It means that I want a
man to fuck my bottom."
     "Would you like to come to my house, Evan?" I asked.
     He pointed to the wristband and looked at me
questioningly. I nodded and he followed me to my car.
     He was the typical 5 yo, chattering away about anything
and everything. This was one reason that I love boys. They
don't have the little missy arrogance of little girls,
trying to impress you with how grown up they are.
     Boys, on the other hand can be so blissfully out of
touch with reality sometimes, leading to many "Heeeere's
your sign" moments.
     So I remained quiet as Evan chirped away. Boylovers
you've been there. You're just listening to that boyish
voice, not really caring about the content, because it's
often "much ado about nothing."
     Finally, we arrived at my house. I unlocked the front
door and ushered Evan inside. One might wonder why none of
my neighbors wondered why I was always bringing young boys
home. I have no neighbors, and even if I did, they couldn't
see anything for the trees surrounding the house.
     Once inside I led Evan straight to my bedroom. He was
naked in a flash and hopped on the bed. I undressed more
slowly, delaying that moment when he would see what I had to
give him.
     When I was down to my boxers, I turned my back to Evan
and slowly lowered to the floor before stepping out of them.
I stood there for a few seconds, teasing him because I knew
that he was dying to see my cock.
     Slowly, I turned to face him and he saw my monster cock
for the first time. I moved to stand next to the bed. His
tiny hand moved to it and his light fingers stroked the
shaft and then the giant head, the first part of my penis
that will enter him.
     "He's so big," Evan said, uncertainty in his voice.
     "Yep, he's big and for many boys, it's been the first
one to fuck them," I said. "Including your brother Isaac
when he was your age. He loved it. But if you're scared..."
     "Who said I was scared?" Evan said indignantly. "I just
said that he was big. So let's fuck."
     Yes, I thought. Game, set and match. I positioned him
on the bed and lubed up my cock. I placed the head against
his tiny virgin anus and shoved the head in. Evan screamed
at the rough entry.

     As I expected, Evan's cries changed once he realized
that I was not going to stop. He started whimpering as my
cock pounded his magic spot.
     Suddenly, I felt him climax and I was triumphant. He
was now a cockslut, a cockhound. He would now crave this all
the time.
     "GOD YES!" he said. "FUCK ME! FUCK ME! HARDER! DEEPER!
FASTER! MORE! MORE! MORE!"
     The boy was now shameless. He had broken through to
that primal need inside him that desired nothing but to take
a man's cock deep and hard.
     He came again and stilled I plowed him. His body was
almost constantly shuddering as the sensations of our coitus
washed over him like a tidal wave.
     His body stiffened again and, this time, when his anus
clamped down on me, I let out my own cry of triumph as my
cock started spewing my goo deep into his bowels.
     "Well, how was he?" said a voice from behind us.
     "Hello Isaac," I said. "Thanks for the present. He was
amazing."
     "Good," Isaac said, before addressing the boy on the
bed. "You okay, Evan?"
     I looked down at him, wondering about his answer. He
had a smile of contentment on his face.
     "I feel a little sore back there, but I feel good," he
said, then kissed me.
     "Thanks for not stopping," he said.
     "You're welcome," I said.
     He got up and dressed before leaving with his brother.
I went and grabbed a shower. Evan was a hot little fuck and
I found myself craving another boy like him.
     You may wonder why I didn't return to the arcade. After
I brought a boy home, I stayed away from the arcade until
the following day. Being seen in the company of several
different young boys, would draw unwanted attention. So I
sat down and watched the replay of my tryst with Evan.

     The next day, I returned to the arcade. Isaac and Evan
were nowhere around, but I did see two boys of Evan's age
were standing outside the building. Both were dressed as
Evan had been and both were wearing black wristbands.
     They walked over and I soon realized they were twins.
     "Hi," one of them said. "I'm Seth and this is my twin
brother Zac."
     The other boy smiled, leaned close to me and whispered,
"We're friends of Evan's."
     There was only one thing I could say.
     "Hop in the car boys."