Date: Mon, 26 Dec 2011 16:06:54 +0000
From: roger hubbard <rhubbar@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: Dwayne

Warning: This story is about and therefore contains sexual activities
between man and boy. If this is not your thing you have found this page by
mistake so leave now. If it is your thing, but you are prohibited by the
laws of your place of residence from reading such material, you have been
warned. Should you decide to read this story, I hope that it will provide
you with the entertainment you are seeking.

This story is a work of fiction and the characters are not based on any
person known to me, and any similarities to any person, living or
otherwise, is purely accidental.


A story by Boy Adict.

Dwayne
Chapter 1

"Still on your own, then?" Shawn remarked as he parked himself on the
smaller sofa -- I was occupying the larger one.

"What would you expect?" I answered, accepting the cigarette Shawn tossed
to me.

"Thought you might have got in a lodger to keep you company," Shawn paused
while he lit his own cigarette, and then grinned, "Something around sixteen
or so."

"And very nice too," I acknowledged, "But unfortunately not available in
the local shops."

Shawn gave a muffled snort, half cough, half giggle. "How long since you
had company?" he asked when he'd finished snorting.

"Nothing live-in," I admitted, "And the last regular was twenty years
ago. Don't get the chance to come across them these days."

"Must be something out there if you look," Shawn drew on his cigarette and
blew a smoke ring, he was always good at those.

"There probably is," I agreed, "But, to be honest, I don't go looking. If
one fell into my lap, yeh, I'd be interested, but at my age, hunting for
one is not really on."

"Spose not," Shawn agreed, "But if something came along, you'd go for it?"

I hadn't seen Shawn for more than five years, and I only ever did see him
when he wanted something. That was reasonable enough, he had his own life,
but, as always, he was obviously visiting for a reason.

"If it was suitable, then, yes, I guess I would," I said slowly, wondering
where Shawn was going.

"Got an eleven year old, if you're interested," he said casually, looking
at a point on the wall above and behind my head.

I blinked hard, had I heard correctly? I looked at Shawn, eyebrows raised.

"You heard," he grinned.

"And what would you be doing with an eleven year old?" I asked, more than
just curious. Shawn had always been into some very grey areas, but pimping,
especially pimping eleven year olds, was not something I had the remotest
idea was one of his activities.

"Mine," he said simply but enigmatically.

"Yours?"

He nodded, still grinning.

"Your kids are way older than that," I said, wondering just what he was up
to.

"This one isn't," he grinned even more widely.

"I had no idea you'd had another one," I said, "But then, I don't see that
much of you, I guess."

"Been with Maggie twelve years," Shawn explained, "But he's getting old
enough to cramp our style now."

Shawn and his woman were, I knew, into games played with leathers and whips
and I could well imagine that having an almost teen around would not make
things easy when it was time to play.

"So you want to offload him? That the idea?"

"Yup," he agreed cheerfully, "Wondered if you might be interested?"

"Eleven's a bit young," I hesitated.

"Wasn't when you started me," Shawn grinned widely again, "Don't think I
was even eleven."

We both knew he was a good couple of years short of that when he first
tasted my prick.

Knowing that, with Shawn, I could say exactly what I thought about matters
like this, I grinned as well. "You shouldn't have got hard when I caned you
for being naughty," I tried a smoke ring and, as always, failed.

"Yeh, but that was no reason for you to get me to suck your cock," Shawn
sniggered at the memory.

"And you, I remember, were not exactly reluctant."

"Course not," Shawn agreed, "But don't pretend eleven's too young for you."

"Well," I confessed, "There is a certain something about getting wanked and
sucked by something that age."

"Tell me about it," Shawn sniggered again. He had been a more than willing
satisfier of my needs until he was sixteen and went in full time for girls
and canes. "So, you interested?"

"Not in a boy I'd have to introduce and seduce," I said honestly, "Risk's
too high."

"No risk with Dwayne," Shawn responded promptly, "He knows what he can talk
about and what he can't."

"Even so.........."

"Look," Shawn sounded a little exasperated, "He's totally safe, and he's
all yours if you want him."

"I'm not sure........." The idea of an eleven year old to play with was far
from unappealing, but the complications were another matter.

"Tell you what," Shawn said, playing his trump card, "Have a look at him
and see what you think. I've got him in the car."

"Go on, then," I was weakening as Shawn knew I would.

He went out and returned with the boy, and saliva formed in my mouth. He
wasn't tall, but then neither was his father, and he had the same solid
body I remembered Shawn having at that age. He had his father's looks as
well; slightly olive skin, black hair and eyes and lips designed for
kissing.

"Really need to get him somewhere for the next week at least," Shawn
pleaded, "We wanna go away for a week of, well, you know what, an' we can't
take the boy along."

"So you want me to look after him for a week?"

"Well," Shawn admitted, but without shame, Shawn didn't do shame, "Week to
start with, an' then, if you get along........."

"There's only one way we'd get along that well," I pointed out.

"Yeh, I know, and his mother's ok with that; and you know I wouldn't give a
fuck."

I looked at the boy, who didn't seem the least bit bothered about being the
subject of our discussion. There was no doubt that, like his father before
him, he exuded pre-adolescent charm and sexuality. There was absolutely no
difficulty in imagining feeding my cock to those luscious lips.

"And what about Dwayne?" I asked, "Does he have a say?"

"Not really," Shawn grinned, "He knows he can't come with us and he can't
stay home on his own, so he's got to go somewhere."

"Putting him with me is not just putting him `somewhere'."

"I know the score," Shawn smiled, a knowing smile, "And he's eleven, not
nine."

"Ok then," I submitted, sealing the boy's fate, "One week and an absolute
guarantee there'll be no come backs."

"None whatsoever," Shawn agreed, "You can trust him like you trusted me."

"Fair enough," I agreed, "Let's hope it works out."

"Oh, I think it will," Shawn beamed and turned to his boy; "You're happy
with being with granddad for a bit, aren't you?" Shawn always called me
`dad', though I had only been a foster parent to him.

"Yeh, why not," the boy, Dwayne, agreed, and I wondered if the kid had any
idea what he was letting himself in for.

"Got to get off," Shawn announced, his mission accomplished, "Got a club
meeting tonight and then off tomorrow. You do what you're told," he said to
the boy, "Make sure you keep granddad happy."

"I will," the boy sighed and I wondered if he had the faintest idea of what
keeping me happy entailed.

"Enjoy yourself," Shawn grinned to me as I went with him to his car.

"Does he have any idea of what he's let himself in for?" I asked.

"He's eleven," Shawn said as he got into his car and started the engine,
"Be surprised if he didn't."

I went back inside, finding Dwayne watching his parent drive away.

"You ok?" I asked, wondering if he felt a bit abandoned or something.

"Yeh," he gave a smile and sat beside me on the large sofa. "Give us a fag
an' I'm all yours," he whispered in my ear.

I gave him a cigarette and helped myself to one as well. I was, as usual,
only wearing cotton boxers below the waist and the effect of having an
eleven year old boy sitting close beside me was beginning to have an effect
that I knew was not invisible. I lit our cigarettes and put my spare hand
round his narrow shoulder, which increased both the effect and its
visibility.

Dwayne looked at the growing bulge and gave a huge grin, "Looks like I'm
already making you happy," he chortled.

"You could make me happier," I risked.

"Ok," he agreed and his spare, small hand, the one nearest me, slid into my
boxers. "Fuckin' hell," he breathed, "It's fuckin' enormous!"

It was many, many years since a hand like that had been on my cock, and
that one had belonged to the boy's father. Shawn had been a little
tentative when he first held it, Dwayne was not. There was, I decided, no
way the boy was going home after just a week!

His little hand explored my possessions while we smoked our cigarettes and,
when they were finished, he asked if I wanted him to try sucking it.

"Not while you're wearing jeans," I grinned at him.

"Oh god," he mock moaned, "I spose you want me naked!" I nodded and he took
the hint, letting go of my prick and shifting his clothing, sitting back
beside me gloriously naked.

"That better?" he asked with a cheeky grin.

"Much," I confirmed.

Like Shawn at that age, he still had a touch of puppy fat around his
middle, but only a touch, and, again like his father, he had well developed
legs, thighs fuller than you would expect on a boy of his age. His prick
was, again like his father's, small and uncut, but rampantly hard, almost
flat to his belly, pointing up towards his chin.

"That seems fairly happy as well," I said.

"Even happier when you start playing with it." And so I did, loving its
hardness and wishing it could spunk.

Hard he was about the same size as my first finger, not a lot, but enough
to play with. His father had never been big, even when I last had him, when
he was about 35, he was still small, no more than about five inches, so I
guessed young Dwayne would never reach porn star length. Not that I cared
about that, he was hard, had a lovely long foreskin, completely smooth and
cheerfully available, more than enough to keep me happy.

He shifted around, pulled my prick out into the air and went down to use
his mouth. At full stretch he couldn't get more than the head in, but no
complaints from me. His soft lips felt wonderful and he used his tongue as
well, licking the tip of my foreskin and poking just inside as he slurped
away.

"You done this before?" I couldn't help asking and he shook his head,
coming off me long enough to say, "Only to a boy," before returning to
work.

I was pleased by that, I much preferred having a boy who had some idea
about things; I never had any qualms about seducing a teenager, but I was
happier knowing young Dwayne knew what cock was.

"How old was he?" Getting a boy to talk about his experiences had always
been a bit of a turn on for me, and having an eleven year old who was
sucking my cock tell me about his sex life was a real bonus.

"Thirteen," Dwayne mumbled with a mouthful of prick, and then decided if he
had to talk while dealing with it he'd be better off just licking it up and
down. "Kid who was at one of me dad's sessions. His peeps had to bring him
so we went to my room while they did their thing."

"And you did your thing with him."

"Yeh, well, he asked me if I wanted to toss him, an' then when I was doin'
that he got me to suck it for him."

"Spunk in your mouth?"

"Course; an' I swallowed, no probs."

"And when was that?"

"Dunno, `bout a year ago I spose."

"And that was the only time?"

"Yeh, ain't seen him since. I wank loads, though."

"That's good, boy should wank a lot."

The conversation ended for a bit while Dwayne returned to sucking, and when
his mouth got tired he rested his head on my boxer covered groin.

"You gonna fuck me?" he asked in a matter of fact tone.

"Hope so," I grinned.

"Yeh, cool, I wanna get fucked."

"Me too," I agreed and it took a moment for that to sink in.

"You want me to fuck you as well?" He asked, a hint of wonder in his voice.

"Too right," I confirmed, "I want that rigid little prick of yours up me as
far as it will go."

"Wicked," Dwayne chortled, "Can I do it now?"

"Why not?" I agreed; once formed, the idea of having Dwayne's finger length
rigid little prick poking around inside me grew more attractive by the
second. "But not in here."

"Why not?" Dwayne looked around, seeing no reason why we shouldn't get
straight down to business.

"Because it's gonna be much hornier if you fuck me outside."

"Oh, wow, wicked!" the boy enthused, "That's well kinky!"

I picked up a couple of cushions for me to kneel on -- I reckoned the only
way we'd get the heights right, would be if I was kneeling and he was
standing behind me. He might have to bend his knees just a little, but that
would also help to give him more power to his thrusts. Slimline though he
was, lube would still be needed, but fortunately I had some hand cream in
the kitchen and I collected that as I led him out into my overlooked
garden.

I stopped before actually going outside and pointed out the spot where we
were going to fuck.

"Only two places out there where you can't be seen by neighbours," I warned
him. "One is round the side, and I often sit there naked and wank, the
other is up inside the pergola, and that's where we're gonna do it."

I calculated, correctly, that the prospect of being seen naked by any of
the neighbours would add even more to his excitement.

"Anyone looking outa window'll see us goin' there," he grinned.

"Indeed they will, and I wonder what they'll think about a naked eleven
year old boy wandering around my garden.

He giggled with excitement and lust, always a healthy combination for a
boy.

I made my way to the designated fuck point, still reasonably decent in tee
shirt and boxers and a naked and giggling Dwayne followed close behind.

Cushions down, I knelt, lubed up my hole and told him what to do.

"Stand close and aim it at my hole," I instructed, pulling my arse cheeks
apart so he could see his target. "Once you get it lined up, just shove it
in."

It took a few moments before he got the positioning correct, but finally he
had cock tip at the entrance.

"That's it," I encouraged, "Now just push it in."

He pushed forward and his thin little cock shoved its rigid way past my
sphinctre and into the hot depths behind.

"Oh, shit," Dwayne moaned as he felt his prick inside a hole for the first
time, "Feels fuckin' ace!"

"Good," I encouraged, thinking much the same as him. There wasn't a lot of
him and no way was it going to fill me up, but it was incredibly hard and I
could feel every little ridge and contour as he went into me. "Start
fucking me," I instructed once more, "And don't try and be gentle. If it
pops out, just shove it back in again."

Dwayne went for it as I knew he would. Up till that moment the youngest
I've had inside me was thirteen and he pounded away like a rabbit. If
anything, Dwayne was even more enthusiastic, humping away for all he was
worth. He had, of course, no experience or knowledge of the finer arts of
fucking, and that made him just perfect -- he wasn't big enough to go for
clever moves so it was just wam, bang, and wam again. His little prick
slammed in and out of me, popping free a couple of times and being shoved
back in with no thought at all about me or my arse, and I just loved it.

He kept up his fucking for ages, probably at least ten minutes of full
speed pumping; it takes a boy his age a while before he builds to orgasm,
and even in the unfamiliar surroundings of hot, wet, velvet arse his little
cock took a lot of action before things started to happen for him.

"I'm gettin' the feelin'" he squealed after pounding away till he was
nearing exhaustion.

"Keep going," I groaned, loving the mistreatment my hole was getting.

He did and then he rammed it in as deep as it would go and held it there
while his body stiffened and shook and his dry orgasm flooded through him.

"Fuck!" he half squealed, half moaned and collapsed on top of me.

"Keep it in me," I ordered, knowing that it would almost certainly not
soften, "And when you got your breath back, do it again."

He managed three before exhaustion defeated him, and small though his prick
was, I knew I'd been fucked.

Back inside with a post-fuck cigarette each, Dwayne enthused about his
experience. "Fuck," he breathed, snuggled up beside me on the sofa, his
sore little cock available but untouched, "That was fuckin' awesome. Can we
do it like that lots?"

"Very lots," I assured him, "Nothing like getting fucked by a young boy."

He reached for my half hard kit, fondling it with his small hand. It
started to rise a little and Dwayne, cigarette finished, said, "Spose you
want me to go down on it," and without waiting for a reply did just that,
his small hand feeding semi hard prick into his far from talentless mouth.

Some boys have a natural affinity with cock sucking, and Dwayne was one of
them, using his tongue as well as his lips and frequently taking enough of
me in to trigger his gag reflex, and having his throat spasm against my
prick head felt quite wonderful

"Want me to make you cum?" he asked in a pause while he readjusted his jaw.

"Not now, that's for bed time, last thing before sleep."

"OK," he grinned, "You better stop me if you start gettin' close." And back
to work he went.

He did take me all the way before sleep though, after I'd eaten and
fingered his arse for almost an hour, an exercise that gave him `the
feeling' three or four times, and when I pumped my, not enormous but
certainly thick, load into his little mouth he swallowed it greedily.

"Spunk is lush," he announced before snuggling in to sleep.

A wonderful week followed with Dwayne naked the entire time -- he wanted me
to indulge in his body just as much as I did and all we did was sex and
eat. I lost count of the number of times he orgasmed, getting his `feeling'
in my mouth, in my hand and, of course, up inside me, as well as when I ate
him out. He was one very tired boy when Shawn came back for him.

His mother had decided, that good as it was not having him around when they
had things to do, she still wanted him at home.

"Sorry about that," Shawn said eyeing his still naked and obviously happy
boy.

"See if she feels the same way when he's thirteen," I suggested slyly.



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