Date: Sat, 29 Nov 2008 10:46:37 -0800 (PST)
From: Agent Orange <agent.orange_stories@yahoo.com>
Subject: Dark Paradise

Disclaimer:

This story is a work of fiction.  Names, characters, places, and incidents
are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously.  Any
resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is
coincidental.  This work contains homosexual acts that take place between
an adult and a minor.  The author does not condone sexual activity with
minors.  If this is illegal in your area by local, county, province, or
national law, please stop reading now and go elsewhere.

Author's Note: I do not claim to know the inner workings of football firms.
This idea came from watching several fictional movies containing them.  If
any of the details herein the story are blasphomous, I apologize with full
sincerity.  Any games mentioned have no factual background.


Dark Paradise


The sky darkened in forewaring of the storm that was soon to follow.  The
leaves swayed lazily in the fierce wind.  All was eerily quiet.  The dogs
that hadn't made it inside were crouched by the front doors of their
respective owner's houses.  The birds stayed hidden in their nests,
hunkered down to keep out of the cold blasts that assaulted them.
Occasionaly, someone would be seen running from their car to the shelter,
warm and inviting, that awaited them.

The roar from the stadium was loud enough to overtake the small bouts of
thunder being emitted from the sky.  The fans stood, or sat, with rapt
attention as Manchester United had taken a 3-0 lead over the rival Arsenal.
The gunner fans laid in wait for one of their players to break away and
score, even though every attempt was beaten.  Wayne Rooney controlled the
ball, passed it off to the one and only Cristiano Ronaldo, who tapped it
back quickly, the shot seemed to hang in the air.  The United fans stood,
their breath held in anticipation.  The groan from the gunner fans was
epic.  Wayne Rooney had scored his hat trick, and the win was sured...

The Red Devil Pub in downtown Manchester was filled to capacity and then
still overflowing.  The lager was poured gratuitiously as the celebration
continued.  Everyone seemed to be in high spirits as the biggest win of the
century took place only a little bit ago.  An exception was made in the
second half to end the game early.  In only fifty minutes, the mighty
United had scored 14 times, the gunners, zero.  The pub allowed full
familes in attendance tonight, although the minors were still barred from
drinking.  Several United fight songs could be heard until someone jumped
on a table and started in on "Glory, Glory, Man United".  Everyone in the
place stopped talking and immediatly took up in the song.

Elijah sat in the corner with his dad quietly watching everyone being
happy.  He wished he could feel as happy as they did.  Make no mistake, he
was ecstatic that the Reds had defeated the smart mouthed gunners, he just
wished he had someone to celebrate with.  Most of his friends were United
fans as well, but there dad's took them all home before comming down to the
pub, so he sat with his dad back in the corner drinking soda.  His bladder
was telling him that it needed to be emptied, and soon.  The boy stood and
made his way through the long room till he found the door marking the men's
loo.  When the door closed behind him, Elijah noticed that the place looked
clean enough, depsite the somewhat rancid smell.  He walked over to the
long trough and undid the front of his trousers.  As the sound of his
relief hit the metal, the door opened again, admitting two men.  Their
muscles showed through their shirts, and the one looked pretty rough.
Elijah turned his head and faced the wall.  He wasn't going to be caught
looking at any of these men's dicks, even though the thought excited him
furiously.  His own little willy had started to harden to it's full 3
inches and cut off his flow of piss.

The nicer looking man walked to the trough and stood next to the boy, still
talking to his friend as he fished out his own member.  His blond hair
buzzed and his face cleanly shaven.  His voice was brusque, yet melodic at
the same time.  Elijah couldn't help trying to listen, just to catch a bit
more of that voice.

"Ya know mate, them gunner boys gonna be down in the abbey in a bit.
Should be headin' home, but me don't think that's how it's gonna be, ya
know?  I says we meet 'em there and give them a run for their bees."

Elijah heard the friend laugh and reply under his breath, but couldn't make
out what he said.  Suddenly, he was staring into the most intense coloured
eyes he had ever seen.  They weren't blue, but they weren't green, more of
a mix of them both, almost like teal.  The man smiled down at him and
offerend his hand, "Ello mate.  Charlie Buckner's the name.  And 'oo are
you?"

"E- E-" Elijah stuttered.

"Aww, mate, no need to be scared now.  It's alrigh, no one's gonna hurt
ya."

"I'm Elijah Hunnam, sir."

The friend of Charlie let out a bark of laughter, "You 'ear 'im?  Sir, is
it?"

Charlie reached back without looking and whapped his friend on the
forehead.  "You know mate, it might be of interest to you to show a little
respect yourself.  You always were a dodgy ol' bastard.  An' besides, he's
just a kid, let him be."  He said with a hint of anger, although softening
towards the end.  The voices echoed off the tiled walls and made everything
seem louder than it really was.  The flourescent light flickered
relentlessly, throwing them into short bouts of darkness.  It was during
one of the time of darkness that Elijah felt a hand on his shoulder.  He
knew where it came from, and his erection throbbed painfully.  The light
didn't seem like it was going to come back on, and Elijah jumped when he
heard the soft voice next to his ear.  "You know, you might want to put
that away before someone gets the wrong idea."

Elijah let his head turn as he heard the door open and close yet again, the
friend had left, and the two were alone.  He reached down and tried to
shove his penis back into his pants but it just wouldn't go.  It was too
hard.  He whimpered in pain as the tendons were pulled downward and
stretched.  "It won't go."

"Follow me."  Charlie said, taking the boy's hand and leading him into the
furthest cubicle.  The light had come back on and Elijah noticed that
Charlie still had his own willy sticking out of his pants, and it too was
erect.  It looked huge to the boys eyes, but in all honesty, it was only
about 5 1/2 inches, but it was thick.  He had it pulled through the whole
in his boxers, so he couldn't see anything else, even though he wanted to.
Elijah looked up and for the first time saw that the man's nose was
bleeding a little and one of his eyes was blackened.  He gasped in shock.
"Must not be a pretty site.  Some of the gunner fans caught us as we were
on our way here.  We showed them though.  Not only is United the best club
around, the firm is the toughest in the country."

Elijah still stared at Charlie.  He'd heard of firms before, and the idea
excited him.  People fighting over whose club was better.  Almost taking
the game into extra halves, but off the pitch.  The images started
burrowing there way his mind.  He'd been hit once, a couple of years prior
and he remembered it hurt like hell.  He didn't know why anyone would do
that for the fun of it.  But maybe it wasn't fun that drove them to do it.
Maybe it was truly about the football.  About who had the better club, or
more importantly, which club had the most loyal fans.  Elijah had heard
some years ago about a guy that was caught wearing a Liverpool jersy down
in West Ham territory.  It was horrible.  The Yammers took the guy into an
empty alley between two dumpsters, shoved a credit card in his mouth and
continued to hit him.  By the time someone had inturrupted them, the guys
mouth was split at the corners, not to mention the other injuries he'd
sustained.

The boy pushed those thoughts from his mind and tried to focus on the now.
There was an undeniably good looking man standing in front of him with a
hard on.  Elijah reached out one hand slowly, watching the thin fingers
shake as they make contact with the tumescence.  It throbbed at his touch
and some pre-cum actually shot out.  It didn't have much force behind it,
but it landed on Elijah's wrist.

Charlie shuddered and looked down.  The brown hair, cut around his head as
if his mum had a bowl to do the job, the sides and bottom were buzzed
closer.  He'd never liked this style on anyone before, but for the boy, it
seemed to work.  Charlie had always found younger boys interesting, but
never thought he'd have the chance to act on it, at least not without have
to hurt the kid in the end to make sure he didn't talk.  But here was this
boy, Elijah, with his thin hand wrapped around his meat, doing it all on
his own.  Not prompting needed.  He continued looking at the boy's face and
was reminded of the main character from the movie "The Good Son".  His eyes
seemed to reflect whatever colour his shirt was, this couldn't be a
coincidence.  "He looks like Elijah Wood.  Hell, they even have the same
first name." Charlile thought to himself.  A smile came to his lips as his
hips thrust out.

Elijah's hand wasn't really big enough to completley wrap around the
member, but it was enough to cause Charlie to moan.  He'd played with his
own willy at night, and had done it for a couple of months now.  He decided
that's what he was going to do.  His hand squeezed a little tighter and
began an upward motion, bringing the loose skin with it, then contracting
and sliding the loose foreskin off the head.  Elijah was amazed at how soft
it felt, yet so hard at the same time.  His eyes never left the shiny
purple head, even as the skin covered it again.  He stared, amazed at how
the head would grow as the meat pulsed in his head.  Not with every
heartbeat, but with every surge of pleasure.  He liked what he was doing.
He was pulled from his thoughts at Charlies voice.  "How old are you?"

"I'll be 12 next month." Elijah replied with a smile.  "And before you ask,
no I've never done this before.  Well, not to anyone else anyway."  His
cheeks burned red with embarassment at having admitting to someone that
he'd done this to himself.

"You sure?  You're wonderful at it."  Charlie basked in the feelings his
body was giving him.  None of the women he'd ever been with compared to
this.  His eyes closed slowly.  Thoughts of his mate's little brothers came
to his mind.  Especially the one's he'd always fancied.  He could feel
their names on his tongue, and he had to supress the urge to say them
aloud.  Charlie's eyes snapped open at the feeling of something warm, wet
and tight sliding down his tool.  He looked down and saw the boy had taken
the head into his mouth, and could feel his tongue working some kind of
forbidden magic.  He suppressed the urge to explode, telling himself it
would be much better later.  When his eyes refoucused, he saw the boy's arm
working furiously on his own hard 3 inches.  Charlie could see his thigh
muscles tighten as his penis contracted.  "Soon," he thought to himself.

The only sound that could be heard in the bathroom was deep, fast
breathing, and slurping.  Spittle was leaking down Elijah's chin and he
didn't care that it felt like he drooled.  The only thing he cared about
was giving this guy the most pleasure he could.  His suction increased as
his cheeks pressed against his teeth, his tongue continued to work its way
around the head, then stopping to rub the bottom.  He could feel it getting
bigger in his mouth and knew that soon, the man would explode in ecstay.
He could feel each pulse fill his mouth.  Charlie let out a moan and Elijah
pulled back, focusing only on the head.  The salty ejaculation caught him
off guard, but he swallowed before he could think of anything else to do.
As the semen passed down his throat, he had to supress the urge to gag.
Jet after jet of the stuff came into his mouth, and he swallowed each one.
The taste was rather tangy until the end.  When the last of it oozed out
onto his tongue, it was rather sweet.  That sweetness drove him over his
own edge.  His legs convulsed as his ass tightned on the seat.  Wave after
wave of pleasure washed over him.  He'd felt nothing like it.

When both had come down from their orgasmic highs, they could do nothing
but stare at eachother.  Finally, Elijah broke the silence.

"I need to get back to my dad."

"Yeah, I should probably get back to my mates.  They'll be missing me."
Charlie said while running a hand through the boys hair, feeling him melt
into his leg.

"Can we do this again?" Elijah asked hopefully.

"Probably not mate.  But you can think of me later tonight."  Charlie said
with a smile.  He knew he'd probably see the boy around town, but knew that
if things continued, they'd become peculiar, and he didn't want that, for
him, or for the boy.  He hoped if they ever saw each other, they could just
look back on this night and remember the good times.  Charlie reached back
and undid the latch on the door and stepped out.  He watched silently as
Elijah stuffed his willy into his trousers, then stood.  He bent down and
gave the boy a kiss on the top of his head.

Elijah worked his way back into the booth.  His dad was engaged in a deep
conversation of hooligans and what a threat they were to society.  His dad
looked at him and asked, "What do you think son?"

"What, Hooligans?  They're not all bad, I don't think.  No, not all of
them."