Date: Mon, 18 Feb 2008 21:58:44 -0500
From: A. Cheshire Cat <kierkegaard_is_cool@hotmail.com>
Subject: Hungry For It

Hungry For It
By: A.Cheshire Catt
February 18th, 2008
write me kierkegaard_is_cool@hotmail.com

I ain't such a bad guy. Not really. I mean, when I woke up
this morning I called my mother and I hoped she was feeling
well. I listened to her go on about stuff I may not care
about but at least I was a nice boy and listened to her. And
I make her feel good knowin that I'm still alive after
another midsummer Saturday night in this wretched shit-hole
corner of Lowertown.

No I'm not a bad guy at all. When I went to the store after
talkin to my mom I said hi to the guy that's always there
askin for change. I tossed the guy a couple quarters, even
though I ain't exactly rich, and even though I hate lettin
him think I've got money to throw around, but hey it was a
nice day, and it feels good to put a smile on peoples' faces.
The guy on the street, glad to see me give him something
smiled and wished me a blessed day and moved along toward the
nearest liquor store, I imagine. But hey, I'm not a bad guy.
And the guy at the store, just one of those corner shops with
an ancient Chinese guy supporting his whole family on sellin
me milk and bread and over-priced cereal and out-of-date
eggs, and cigarettes, pack after pack, after each long day;
and at the beginning of the next. He sees me come in and grab
the newspaper and head for the fridge to grab a few of those
tv dinners that are a little expensive but totally fill the
hunger-bug when you got it, and I grab a thing of milk, and
some coke and then a chocolate bar, he sees me grab all this
and smiles when I ask him how his day is, "Sure is nice out."
He is pleased. He is thankful. He knows I'm not a bad guy. I
near forget, but it's almost like he hesitated long enough
for me to remember, ya, that's right, "Oh and a pack of King
Size, ya, that's right, the blue pack." He smiles, rings up
the bill, puts it all in a bag and I pay with some cash I got
in my pocket.

I'm headin on back to the house just down the noisy street,
transports roarin by, birds are maybe singin but I can't hear
them over the horns of the fools bein rudely cut off by
passin speeders. Maybe there are kids playin somewhere, all I
can hear are sirens and the low-blarin horns of the
firetrucks weavin through mid-town traffic. Oh ya, sun's
shinin, some bikini-bras are barely coverin the nipples of
the frighteningly-thin prostitots down by the St.Michael's
Church up there. Terrifying how young they get these days.
Damn shame really.

When I get inside I start dumpin out the shit I got at the
store and sit down with the paper and a cigarette and some
coke and I start lookin through it thinkin I'll see something
cool, like maybe some friends of mine made the paper on a
Saturday night, maybe some old faces turned up robbin a
corner store, or maybe some associate from some by-gone day
wound up dead in a gutter just like we'd all thought he
would. I read the paper nervously though, I always do, I see
in the tragedies of the night gone by reminders of how close
I'd come to self-destructing with a life of sellin drugs. But
then, as soon as I start thinkin about that life, compared to
this life on the fringe of it that I got now, I throw the
paper aside and lay back in the lazy-boy listenin to the the
dragging metal scrape, thudding rubber roar of traffic on the
highway outside like it's a symphony frought with musical
symbols of change and opportunity: when a person dies,
another is born; when a house burns down and the memories are
lost, it gives rise to a new home, new memories; when someone
leaves town, someone comes into it, when someone is hurt, the
bastard who causes the pain is caught ... well, if they're
not any good at being the bad guy ...

I rubbed my crotch. I'm a bit of a tough guy. I've got a
dragon tat runnin up my arm and it's breathin fire across my
shoulder. I have a scar over my left eye from a bar fight
that no one won. One of my eyes ain't good and it weren't
nothing good that done it. I like fuckin young pricks. Ya,
that's right, the boys that think they're tough and walk
around like their king-shits and think they know something
about this nothing that really they know nothin about. I
don't get to fuck all that often. I mean, I feel like I have
something to hide and that if I let the kids in they'll let
it out that I'm a fuckin patsy and that I like fuckin boys so
I sort of lay low and don't talk to many people. I've served
my time but I like stayin in this box of a house. I don't
really got a lot of friends. I don't really do all that much
anymore. I have my pot delivered to me by an old buddy that
makes runs in this neighborhood, a buddy that I don't say
much to, that I pay on time, that doesn't ask to come in, in
fact doesn't ask for much of anything. No one really calls.
Usually, when the phone rings, it's just some fucker sellin
me something I don't need or want. I watch a lot of
television. I don't work. I don't work cuz my parents were
actually well in the money, and I'm epileptic and gotta take
pills for it and man, I just don't gotta so I don't. I mean,
who's gonna hire an epileptic thug who's done time and hasn't
worked an honest day in his life? No body, that's who.

The hours go by, the sun gets heavy and leans on the top of
the downtown buildings and eventually shadows fall from the
skyscrapers and that hum of dimness happens on this highway
after a long hot summer day of Sunday traffic. In the
afternoon the jam of cars comin back from the lakes in the
park to the north of the city sort of makes it impossible to
think that somewhere or anywhere trees grow and that air is
still a beautiful, healthy thing.  As dinner comes up and I'm
on my third tv dinner and already through a half-pack of
smokes, I go online and see what's shakin. The afternoon sun
has made it so hot in the house that I can barely stand it.
I'm walkin around without a shirt on and my dark jeans don't
got no belt to hold them up and my white boxers are sort of
ridin up. I ain't got no socks on neither. I sit on a bar
stool cuz the computer's at a bar made of cedar that someone
installed in here back in the day when this was the coolest
party house on the street.

A cop goes by, I look up from the screen. The boredom scares
me. On the screen is a chatroom being filled with the idle
nothingness of good boys and respectable men, and they
converse with each other and ignore guys like me who ain't
got a pic, who won't post one for anyone to see, and the
opportunities pass me by and I know by the time the street
lights come on outside I'm almost certain I ain't gonna get
nothin for another night. So I fuckin turn around and catch
the end of some Family Guy episode I've seen a million
thousand times. I turn back to the screen and type into the
window that I'm bored and no one says anything about me. I
start typin about how the traffic on the road outside is
slowin down and still no one says anything. Then, just as I'm
about to light another cigarette, a window pops up askin
which street I'm on but I ignore it because I don't like
givin anything away.

I start flickin, instead, through some porn sites that I
like. I start with some sites about young guys and they're
all pretty and of-age and they're all kissin and fuckin and
suckin each other's cocks like good little porn-fuckers are
supposed to do. I search for something more and more specific
and suddenly I'm lookin at kids that are way too skinny to be
healthy, and they're young and younger lookin and the guys
fuckin them are usin them and payin them for their time. I
think about the prostitots down the street.

I call up my man, the dude that gets me shit.

"Say, you got anything good."

"Ya man, got some green that'll blow your mind, just got it
in this weekend. Good shit, can have it by your place in
about twenty minutes."

"Nah man, I was thinkin about gettin a good high on, got
anything that I can pack up my nose."

"Sure, man, gonna cost ya, you got the cash?"

"Well, make it half an hour and I'll get some and be back
here."

"Sure thing, I'll just knock on the door as usual?"

"Ya man, thanks. And put some green on the list too, I
mean, what's one without the other really."

The two guys laugh and then I get dressed and get ready to
head to the bank machine. White teeshirt and my jeans and
some black leather boots. I take a cigarette for the walk.

I start out the door and lock it behind me. Never trusting
anyone in this shit-hole part of town. There's no one on the
street, it's like it's dinner time at the mission so all the
thugs are hidden away. I sneak up the street to the
bank machine at the corner when I notice someone's
been followin me but I make no sign of knowin their there.

When I come out of the joint there's a kid standing there in
a loose, faded purple wife-beater and a pair of boarder
shorts that are so dirty and torn at the hem on one leg. His
shoes look like they're about to fall off. He's about twelve
years old, swear to god. Hard times, must be, this kid looked
like shit.

"Dude, I'm hungry, you got some change."

"You don't look hungry, you look like you're comin down. I
don't give money to cranks."

He comes up real close, "Seriously dude, I'm just really
hungry, they don't let me in the mission anymore. They got me
all confused with someone else, I swear, and I'm fuckin
hungry."

"Fuck off, I don't want nothin to do with ya. Ya hear me? Get
lost."

I start walkin and I think that he's not followin me but when
I get up about a block away I turn back and see that he's
been waiting to see if I turn around and because I have
turned to see if he's following me he thinks that gives him
the right to start after me, at a running pace. I turn around
and he's got this face that the light has caught a certain
way and it looks desperate, plain and simple. I catch a whiff
of some meat grillin on a barbecue. If I can smell it he must
be able to smell it and I'm almost certain it's gonna push
him over the edge if he's really actually hungry.

As the kid's comin up to me he trips and falls and, though he
manages to not scratch his knees or anything, the kid is
feeble and it's pathetic. I tell him I got something back at
the place he can have, and I realize that while I'm offering
this to him I'm about to invite him into my sanctuary and
that I don't know him from shit ... he could be just the lead
in of a gang and before the night's over I could be robbed,
killed, and maybe all this in enough time to make the mornin
papers. He's all at my mercy though. "Thanks man, I swear I
ain't no trouble."

"I ain't givin ya the cash though, cash is trouble ... I'm
gonna make sure you get something to eat or something."

"Thanks man, thanks, you're totally the coolest guy on the
block."

"Don't tell no one, got that. I don't want a line up at my
door in the morning. In fact, if you don't tell anyone you'll
have a better chance of makin it in again ... I mean, no
promises or nothin ... just watch your mouth and keep your
eyes on the ground."

The kid was quiet for a second and walked behind me the rest
of the way. I turned and made him walk beside me. Don't let a
man walk behind you, make sure you keep your eye on him the
whole way, in case he sends signals to people across the
street, in case he's watchin for someone to make a signal to,
in case he pulls out a knife and tries something stupid,
that's what my dad always taught me.

It was now getting dark out, it was probably around half past
the hour by then and I wanted to get the kid inside and quiet
before my bud came by. Suddenly I realized how ridiculous
this was all becoming. Just as we were about to come up on
the house I noticed that he kept lookin back at me like he
knew something and that made me a little nervous. I couldn't
believe how young-lookin he was. He was a slim, white piece
of meat. No tats, no muscles, no piercings.

I went up the front steps and looked either way to make sure
no one was comin, no cops were watchin, and it seemed like I
was safe so I unlocked the door and pushed the kid in ahead
of me and then went in and turned to lock the door behind me.
The place smelled like my boredom, cigarettes and dried out
tv-dinner trays all over the place. The kid was dirty with
dust off the road. He went over immediately and sat on the
couch.

"Oh man that feels good. Sittin, you know."

"Ya, take your shoes off. You're havin a shower. I don't want
your fuckin dirt all over my place."

I went into the kitchen and then into the bathroom that was
beyond it. I made sure there was nothing of any value in
eye-shot he could steal as soon as I left him alone in there.
I took account of the pills in the medicine cabinet and took
away all my pills that he didn't need to get his grubby
little hands on. Probably think they were pain killers when
really all they'd actually do is give him a headache.

"Say, can I check my email?" He called at me from the living
room and I hurried back to see that he was standin there in
the middle of the living room completely naked. He was so hot
I got a boner immediately.

"No you can't. What the fuck are you doin you little faggot?
Jesus Christ you're fuckin naked ... what you think I am a
fuckin john?"

He blushed. He was so nervous.

I went up to him and hit him. I did. I couldn't believe it. I
back handed him across the face and I could it hit him good
and he nearly fell over.

"Sorry man, sorry, I thought ... I mean I thought."


"Well clearly you thought wrong. I have it in my mind to toss
you out on the curb like that. Think you can just walk in
here like some little priss fuckin faggot and get me to fuck
ya and you get dinner and tell everyone I'm a goddamn
schumck? I don't think so."

I hit him again. I couldn't believe it. He sat on the couch.

"No, now go shower and I'll make you something to eat."

He whimpered and went into the washroom.

I was left alone suddenly. I started rubbin my cock in my
jeans. I was sweatin. I lit a cigarette. My fingers were
vibrating. I was nervous. Why did I hit him? Kid had barely
done anything at all, just got naked, which is what I wanted,
but I mean, I wanted to make him get naked or something. But
I didn't want it like that. The shower was running, I could
hear it. I took my shirt off, it was so hot in there I could
barely stand it. I have an amazing chest. I rubbed it and
excited myself playin with my nipples.

The doorbell rang. Fuck!

I went to it and yelled through it that I wanted to know who
it was and the response was "Man, it's me. Fuck hurry up." I
opened the door and my runner came in the door and sort of
pushed me in that he could clearly step inside. It was like a
violation and I pushed back and asked what the fuck he
thought he was doin.

"Sorry man, I feel like I got some heat on me. I need to come
in for a minute."

"What the fuck, you can't come in here and say you got heat
and lead the fuckin cops to my place. You know I don't want
anything happenin here ... Jesus Fuckin Christ."

"Chill chill, not like you're doin anything ... whoa, man
nice place ... you need a bitch in here to clean up some of
this shit, but sure is a sweet place."

"Fuck off, you're just runnin a tally to see how much shit
you can steal, you know I'll fuckin bust your skull if
anything happens to this place."


"You're worryin about nothing man, I know who you are, I know
you've got cred, got some," and he said this with a light
cadence, like he just learned the word, "some precedence."

I heard the shower. I knew he had to hear it too.

"You got some lady in the tub? I get it now."

"No man, there ain't no one here. I was gonna hop in the
shower when you knocked on the door."


He looked at me with a curious side-long glance.

"Say, why don't you just give me this shit and get the fuck
out of here already. I got the cash, what you got for me
tonight?"

"Sure man, look here at this." He presented a non-descript
black baggy that fit nicely in the palm of my hand. It was
expensive but he promised me a great ride from it. And he
pulled out some weed and I threw in a tip if he'd just hurry
the fuck up and get the fuck out of here.

"Just give me a minute. Let me have a smoke or something?"

"Jesus Christ."

Dude's a hot guy too. I'd totally do him. He's got some
muscle on him, and he's got healthy teeth that he flashes
every once in a while. He's trusting, which is scary. He's
kind of Puerto Rican or something, olive skinned and he's got
a tat on his back that I've only seen in passing, one of
those do-ups of angel wings that makes him look so fuckin
saintly, even though I know he runs a ring of whores just
like the one up the street. Dude took a seat on the couch and
crossed his legs. He was a rat. He wasn't to be trusted. He
was probably running up in his head the amount he'd get for
the computer, the tv, the couch and all the clothes and cds
in his line of vision.

The shower was running. There was a bang. The shower shut
off.

Dude jumped up. "Say, I thought you said you were alone in
here."

"Well man, I was lyin'. What the fuck you want, now get the
fuck out of my house before something happens we don't want
happenin."


"Like what, is she hot? We can bang her together. Shit, could
be hot man ... "

"Get the fuck outta here man."

Suddenly the toilet flushed. The toilet flushed!

Dude said, "Man you got someone in there. Who is she, what's
she like, some chink from the corner, the daughter of Papa
who runs the store there? Who is it?"


"It's your mama, now get the fuck outta here."

The bathroom door opened. I could hear the steps comin up
behind me through the kitchen and Dude was standing there
lookin over my shoulder to see who it was but then at the
last second I shoved at Dude and made him turn and
started pushin him at the door. He resisted and he was trying
to turn and see and at the last second he managed to turn
around, weasel his way back in the room just as the kid was
comin into the living room wearing one of my light blue
towels around his scrawny little waste. The look on Dude's
face was fuckin hilarious. I turned around and got a boner
that I didn't know what to do with.

The kid was standing there leanin against the doorframe into
the living room and he was lookin at me and Dude like was
scared or something.

"I'm really hungry man. I swear I'll just take something to
eat and run ... I don't want to be no bother."

"You're fuckin a kid!"

"No I ain't. He was hungry."

"You're fuckin a little boy!"

"No, fuck, I swear, he was just hungry so I ... I was bored
... I forgot you were comin."


"No wonder you wanted some blow! You got yourself a real live
twink, fresh outta the cradle."

"Hey guys, sorry, I'll just grab my shit and go. I - I
don't want trouble." He went for the shorts that were by the
computer on the floor.

I put my hand on his chest and told him to stay put. I'm 35
years old. This kid, say he was 12, well shit, he's like a
son already and I barely even know him and I'm trying to save
him from gettin this Dude all over him.

"Man, I didn't know you were into kids, you're a fuckin mo!"

"I ain't no fuckin mo." And I reached out to smack him but he
was faster and he fuckin belted me in the gut no differently
than if he'd handed my abdomen a basket of muffins. He smiled
and laughed and politely told me he was stronger than I was
and next move like that I would be dead, no matter who I was.

The kid was eyein up this stranger with a nervous edge to him
... I told him to stay away from the kid. Dude was on him
though. Threw him on the couch and started humpin him dry
like a horny dog. He started yippin like a cowboy. "Yoo-eee
that's gotta be one tight ass ... an ass is an ass man
... let's fuckin take it all the way ... "

The kid squirmed on the couch and I felt so bad for him,
right, because like I said I ain't such a bad guy. The kid
didn't stand a chance fightin him off. All I could see was
this guy's tan body wrapped around the pale body of the kid
and he was all legs stickin out and arms a'grabbin at
pillows. When Dude got up I thought he was goin to just
fuckin leave and take the kid with him.

"He's hungry, let him eat something and get the fuck outta
here."

"Are you fuckin kiddin me, this kid ain't hungry, he's just
horny ... he wants your cock ... look at him ..."

I looked at him, he was hungry. I could see purple around the
underside of his eyes. I could his tummy was tight and moved
inward and that his ribs was stickin out. I could see he was
shakin mighty uncontrollably. No strength in the little guy.

"Here, I got a deal. I'll cut you a line of this shit, I'll
cut you another one too, and while we get high we'll let this
kid eat something and feel a bit better. You better not be
saying anything about this to anyone. I don't want trouble
out of this."

"Fuck you. Like I'd get myself in a mess about a boy. You
know this is safe."

"Give me your word." I told him with a look in my eye, like I
was able to guage him in anyway. I couldn't though.

To my surprise Dude said, "Shit man, save your shit, I got
shit'a my own we can be packin. You want to cook it?"

"Nah, man, just keep it real."

The kid was being sat on on the couch, uncomfortable and
quiet and afraid to move. He was lookin at the floor and
obviously calculatin at something. Dude turned around and
started ticklin him all mean-like. The kid was squirmin and
hated this and Dude was mockin him, pinchin him, and then
smacked him upside the face.

"Come on kid, I'll get you something to eat."

He got up and came in the kitchen. No doubt about it, it was
dark now, and I had to turn on the light.

He was shakin. I grabbed at some tv dinners I had left in the
freezer and they landed on the counter making a frozen crash
of sound. I pulled out an apple and threw it at him and he
grabbed it and started eating it and it was gone in a minute.
I knew he'd be hungry but I forgot what hunger can be really
like. I told him to help himself to the cookies in a bin on
the counter. He grabbed at them and started eatin one but
choked and couldn't breathe. I grabbed him some water and
told him to take it easy. "Just sit down and eat kid, kay, I
ain't gonna make this too bad for ya. This is what you get.
You know that eh? You knew it wasn't gonna be easy, that you
were gonna work for it. But just cuz you think you know what
workin is don't mean you know what workin really is. So just
sit yer ass there at the table and take a minute to eat
this." The microwave chimed.

The food was on the table steamin and I put another one in
that he could just help himself when it was done. "Now you
just eat it nice and slow, chew it plenty and it'll taste
better and it won't all fall out yer ass." I went over to the
table, he was chewin, and I grabbed at his face and made him
look at me. "Now you better be mighty goddamn thankful for
this meal."

He swallowed. "Thank you sir. Sure is kind a'ya."

He was cute. He was real cute. I brought him his glass of
water to the table and let him be while I went into the
living room where I found Dude at the stereo looking for
something.

"Don't be fuckin touchin nothin."

"You've gotta have something we can listen to."

"Jesus Christ man, just leave. Just leave and pretend you
ain't seen nothing, that's all I'm askin."

"Chill man, we can both fuck him. You got a problem with
that? You got a problem with a man messin with what your
doin? Don't worry I ain't gonna tell anyone."

I snorted a long line off the table and, zing, it sure itched
a scratch I needed itchin. He told me to do the other that
was there and I did. The sound of my nose haulin it in was
a'callin back to the old days of glam parties that last for
days. The ghosts of parties from the past instantly flooded
in through the doors and windows and the sound of music
pumpin in my ears and blood and fingers and eyes was
phantasmagorically thrilling and exciting. I was raging
suddenly. I could tell this shit was great fuckin juicy shit.
I felt fantastic and rubbed at the arms of the chair as if
gettin ready to buck a bronco off my back.

I heard the kid eatin and slirpin and suckin back the food in
the kitchen. "Chew it boy, chew that food good."
I looked into the kitchen and saw he was sittin there starin
at me while I stared at him and I wondered what the fuck was
takin so long.

Suddenly there was "Smoke on the Water" playin and it felt so
good to hear some music. "Come on in kid, come on, leave it,
you can have more later."

The kid came in the room nervously, he was still wearin the
towel. He came in the room and stood by the coffee table and
the Dude went up behind him and started makin him dance,
pushing against his body, lifting his arms, makin him feel
real vulnerable.

"Fuck, you got a fine little body, boy." He stroked the sides
of his torso up and down and on the way down grabbed the
towel in the flick of a wrist and the boy was standing there
tremulously and was snapped with the whip of a towel. He
yelped a bit.

"Now keep it down low kid, no screamin or nothin," I told
him, thinkin I didn't want the neighbors thinkin nothing
strange was happenin.

Dude took off his belt and sat on the couch again and started
workin on another line for us.

"Dance kid, dance for us."

The kid looked at me and I looked at him like he better start
dancing. So he did and it as awkward and slow and he didn't
know what to do in the middle of the room so he came more
towards me and I liked it that he gravitated towards me. I
reached out and ran my fingers along the insides of his
thighs and he twitched a bit, nervously.

"Relax kid, just relax. I think your hot little body's gonna
do real good tonight. I think you're gonna be just fine." I
coughed. "Damn drip."

The kid started gettin a bit more into it. Dude offered him
some of his cigarette so he could be more grabby with his
hands. It was hot watchin the two of them dance so
seductively in front of me. The kid was startin to relax a
bit. I could tell because when Dude went to "dip" the kid,
like they were some fancy ballroom dancers, the kid let
himself lean way back and get kissed on the neck and on the
jaw and he reached up and grabbed at Dude's bicep and
squeezed it and that made me hard so I pulled my cock out of
my pants.

I was a little nervous cuz I ain't pulled my cock out in
front of another guy since prison ... but I don't like
thinkin about it like that. I felt like I was watchin a porn
or something and these guys were just on television playin
without knowing I was watching but the kid was likin what he
saw and he turned toward me and leaned down over my throbbing
member and blew some smoke down on it. It was cool feeling.
He gave me the last of the cigarette which I hauled at and
then pushed into an ashtray.

Dude was bent over cuttin lines for us when suddenly the kid
pulled me up out of the chair by the tail of my shirt and
started dancin real nice with me. He threw an arm up around
me shoulder and made eyes at me like lovers do in the old
movies. How could this kid know anything about stuff like
this: stars in his eyes, that's all he's got. Got some fuckin
stars in his eyes. That was last thing I needed was some
fuckin fan.

I stopped dancin long enough to take some shit up my nose.
Man it felt good. Dude was doin another line too.

Suddenly I was dancin without my shirt on. And Dude was on
the other side of the kid and he was dancin without his shirt
too, and the two of us were pressing this kid in between us
and the more we sandwiched him the hotter it got, and the
drugs were slammin into us so we were makin it hotter and
hotter and rougher and rougher and the kid was panting and
sweating in between us.

"Say, let's take this in to the bedrooom. Dude, grab the
shit, kid grab the cigarettes." Dude also turned the music up
and the light in the kitchen was shut out while I went in the
room and turned on the bedside lamp and then drew the
curtains closed. It was a big bed, four-poster. I tore off
the sheets and the pillows were pushed to the side, to the
floor. There was a poster on the wall of a giant pirate's
flag, skull and bones.

The kid was nervous again. He knew what was about to happen.
Dude was comin and he put the blow on its mirror on the
dresser and then grabbed the kid and threw him violently on
the bed. The kid was startled by the use of such brutal
strength. He didn't know what to make of it. He got nervous.
I tore my own jeans off and was there naked on my knees with
my full-fuckin 8.5 inches of straight uncut cock pointed
right at the kid's face. Dude stammered something about an
impressive fuckin cock. He pulled his own out, it was about 8
inches, cut, and it was oozin pre-cum like a fuckin faucet.
The two of us were titanic compared to this scrawny little
brat.

Dude said, "Start suckin."

The kid leaned forward and put his puckerin little mouth of
his around the uncut cock and seemed to not know what to do
with all of it. Dude was quick to assist him by grabbin the
kid's head and shovin his cock in till the kid's eyes bulged
and he coughed and phlegm poured down his chin.

"Jesus Christ Dude, the kid just ate, I don't want no fuckin
pukin bullshit happenin in the bed."

"Suck it faggot, suck on it real good. And if you bite it
I'll fuckin bite yours right off, don't think I'm kiddin ya
neither. Just suck it nice and good."

And the kid did what he was told, he was patient and handled
it nice. He let his mouth off only long enough to catch his
breath briefly before diving back onto the shaft and takin it
like a hungry little twirp.

Meanwhile I lifted up the kid's smooth arse and tapped it
with my finger, he got a little nervous. And he pulled off
the cock he was suckin and told us, dangerously, he'd never
been fucked before. He knew it hurt, he was scared.

"Oh now, don't you fuckin worry." Dude seemed to be playing
the good cop there for a second, but then he was like, "It's
only gonna hurt this time, the first time's the worst." The
kid started to whimper but Dude was unaware, he was high, and
he just started fuckin this kid's face again.

I licked at the boy's ass. It sent shivers through my body. I
got goosebumps. Something about opening this portal for this
boy was very exciting for me. I was about to take the kid's
virginity. Alternating between my finger and my tongue I made
the hole open with easy grace. The boy farted. I didn't care.
Better to let it out before I pounded it all in. When I
shoved a finger in nice and good the boy moaned and that
ignited the fire in Dude's voice and slapped the kid's back
and left a big red welt there.

The kid was chucking and trying to focus on the sucking but I
was probing a little deeper and a little more with each
knuckle, and then another finger, and the kid was sweating
and Dude was slappin his back and fuckin his face with
thrusts powerful like he was fuckin an old whore's cunt.

I licked at the boy's hangin balls. They were such sweet
little orbs of innocence and I held them there while I
fiddled with his little pecker. It was gonna be a big cock
someday. The kid was getting hard now that I was payin him a
little attention and that got me so randy I almost couldn't
stand it. I told them to stop.

"Light a cigarette Dude." Dude went over to the dresser and
lit a cigarette and snorted a bit of what was there and was
cutting some more out for us.

"Now kid this is goin to be a really big night for ya, k? I
want to fuck you but I want you to know that I won't stop
once I start and I got a real big cock and it will hurt."

That was just really the nicest way to say I'm gonna rape you
till you cry.

"You know, Lap dances are better when the strippers are
cryin." Dude sang, "You know that song? I hope you cry little
boy. I always wanted to taste lil boy tears.

"You can cry if you want to," I told him.

"Please, mister, please, I'm scared."

I stood up then and did a line and shook my head spasmically.
Fuck this felt really good.

I got back on the bed and told the kid to get my cock all
nice and wet with his spit and Dude smoked a cigarette from
the end of the bed. Then I pointed his face at Dude's cock
and Dude let him suck him again while I aimed and got ready
to bury my monster cock deep in this virgin boy hole. Oh ya.
It felt so good. The boy was shakin, his little legs were
tremblin and I told him to relax and it wouldn't hurt so
much. The kid was holdin Dude's cock in his mouth and Dude
was pettin his head. All of us knew they was gonna really
hurt, no matter who you were.

"Take it kid, just take it and you'll have our respect."

And the kid arched his back when he felt me pressin his hole.
I spat on my cock and some ran along my abs. I rubbed it in.
I pushed at the hole and the sphincter started to loosed and
accept me. The kid moaned and I pushed and then he screamed
and I didn't stop or anything. He squirmed and bucked and I
held him and then I told Dude, "Hold him still."

"Don't you fuckin bite me."

He gargled something that sounded like a vow to not bite.

I spit on my cock and pulled it out a bit and the kid was
sweating and red and Dude slapped his back again and told him
he was doin a fantastic job. Then I pushed in again and Jesus
Christ if I didn't fuckin get it in. I told him, "Man, you're
so fuckin tight. I love your ass. Your ass is mine. I'm all
the way in and I fit, mm, I fit."

The kid then pulled off the guy's cock and actually muttered,
"It feels so good. It hurts but it's like your filling me up
inside. It feels like electricity is flying through my body,
in my balls and cock."

"Oh ya, man, fuck him. He likes it. He's takin to it real
nice."

I started to motion, back and forth and back and forth and
took his buttocks in my hands and massaged my cock with his
ass.

I lifted him then in my arms and lay on my back and he was
still facin away from me and Dude stood on the bed and the
kid sucked his huge cock while riding my huge shaft and the
motion of this was so exciting, it was sweaty and hot in my
room and all I could smell was sex and chemicals coming out
of every pore. I rubbed the kid's back while he sucked Dude's
cock.

Suddenly Dude started cummin ... "Aah, aah, ya ya ... I'm
fuckin cummin kid, I'm gonna cum," and the kid pulled off and
the load shot all over his face and in his mouth and made him
laugh.

Suddenly I pulled the kid down and under and pulled my long
cock out of his arse and repositioned myself that I was now
going to really fuck him hard. And I did. I fucked him like I
hadn't fucked anyone in a long while. I watched his eyes
close and his face point upward while he took it. I pulled
his legs up over my shoulder and really drove it into him
hard. He was crying, I could see it. "Cry, man, cry. I want
it to hurt ya."

He was crying and I fuckin drove him harder and harder.

"Hey man, you got him fuckin cryin."

And this seemed to embaress the kid which made him weep and
sob and I liked this, I licked the salty tears off his cheek
and it tasted so refreshing.

"Oh kid, this feels so good. I hope you get hungry real soon
and need a helpin hand. I'll feed you really good, oh ya ...
really fuckin good."

I started cummin and man the orgasm made my legs twitch and
burn and I shuddered all the way through my whole body and
shot load after load into him and he yelped out like he felt
it.

"Lemme have him again."

"Sure, Dude, take my sloppy seconds."

And Dude mounted the kid and fucked his loosened hole really
long. I sat on the edge of the bed and sweat like a
motha-fucka smokin a cigarette while the kid wept into the
mattress and Dude worked up his second load, which always
takes a long time, longer if you've been doin lines.

The kid was obviously bleedin a bit. I could see the red on
the bed. I told Dude to lay off a bit and just fuckin shoot
his load already.

He straddled the kid's chest and let loose a moan out of his
gut that meant this felt really fuckin good.

"Come on, let's let him sleep it off."

Dude and I went out into the living room.

The two of us sat down and did another line and it felt
fuckin fantastic to be sittin there with a hot dude, totally
naked, the windows open to a summer night, some nice fuckin
tunes playin, not a fuckin breeze, not a peep of noise from
the street. It was like we were kings and we were
indestructable.

"Man, you're fuckin hard again."

"Ya Dude, I got it fuckin hard. Come here man, suck on it."

"Fuck you, I ain't no fuckin faggot."

"No, you ain't."

Then from the kitchen a little voice said, "I'll suck it for
you mister."


"Yoo-eee," Dude hollered, "Looks like you got yerself a
little fuckin faggot cocksucker."

"Looks like we got ourselves here a fine party."

And the kid came over and got on his knees between my legs
and started suckin on the cock nice and easy.

He looked up with his puppy-dog eyes and said, "Way you were
talkin I thought you were gonna kill me. You ain't such a bad
guy."

I said, "I know I ain't." And I pet his sweet little head
till he sucked me dry. Then I lit him a cigarette and told
him to crawl up on my lap and he fell asleep there. Cute kid.
Gonna take real good care of him. And he's gonna take real
good care of me.