Date: Mon, 18 May 2009 23:15:54 -0700
From: Hyacinth Fire <hyacinth.fire@gmail.com>
Subject: MySpace, MyRyan 9 (M/t, gay, oral, anal, cons)

Disclaimer: you probably shouldn't do this.

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(presenting: a holiday double-feature!)

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the next time i saw ryan was a few days before christmas. i picked him
up, as i had a few times before, at a convenience store a few blocks
from his house. he was out of school and his mom was content to let
him visit "the movies" for a couple of hours that afternoon. little
did she know her boystud of a son would probably be watching a movie
impaled on mancock.

when ryan got in he was wearing "skater-style" clothes -- baggy jeans
and a hoodie. the heat in my car was blasting, so he quickly pulled it
over his head. underneath he was wearing a tight tshirt with some sort
of graphic on the front. he had a watch and some vans or vans
knock-off shoes to complete the outfit. i don't think ryan was cool
enough to actually skateboard, but he was clearly trying to fit in
with at least one of the popular styles at his school.

"hey ryan," i said. "miss me?"

"yeahhh," he blushed.

we made some inane small talk for awhile which i won't bore you with.
after all, the kid was 14 -- his life was really not terribly
exciting.

as we drove to my place, i glanced over at my boy. his shirt wasn't
skin-tight, but it was tight enough that i could see the nubs of his
nipples poking through.

"i like your shirt ryan," i said.

"thanks!" he said, beaming. "i just got it. the pants too."

"ryan," i said. "take off your shirt."

"what?" he looked at me. "no -- people will see!"

"so?" i said. "you're a boy, boys have their shirts off all the time.
no big deal. take it off. i want to see that hot boy body of yours."

ryan blushes, and slowly pulls off his shirt. i reach over and rub his
nipples as i drive.

they harden quickly, and i begin to hear the boy softly purring,
quietly in the back of his throat.

"you like that?" i ask.

"yeah," he says softly.

i move my hand down his smooth chest and over his flat belly -- the
boy isn't working out or anything, but his normal sports activities
must be helping because i can feel the beginnings of some nice teenboy
abs. i notice now that he's wearing one of those athletic wristbands
that basketball players wear -- that must be it, basketball. he had
mentioned at some point that he had been playing.

i move my hand lower, across the smooth skin beneath his belly button
-- i can feel the barest wisps of a happy trail beginning to grow. my
hand is at his crotch now, and i press against his baggy jeans,
feeling his jutting little boycock pressing out.

i move my hand away.

"take off your pants," i say.

"what?!" ryan snaps his head toward me. "no way, people will see!"

"they won't see, it's not a big deal ryan."

"what about when we get to your house?" ryan says.

"i'll pull around side and you can run in."

"what? dude, it's freezing out, it's fucking december no way!"

it's cute hearing the boyslut curse like that. i reach my hand back
over and rub his boydick some more through his pants.

"take off your pants and show me that sexy little body," i say.

i can practically hear the boy blushing, but after a pause and unsnaps
his jeans, then zips them down. the baggy pants slide easily over his
sneakers.

i glance over. he's wearing camouflage briefs, tented heavily. i begin
stroking ryan through his undies.

"these new too?" i ask.

"y-yeah," he says, trying to fight his nervousness about being nearly
naked in a moving car and simultaneously getting increasingly aroused.

we get to my house and i park in the side driveway. i reach over and
grab his tshirt, hoodie and jeans from the floor before he can do
anything with them.

"meet you inside," i say.

i look back and the kid is practically shaking he's so nervous. he
waits until he sees me unlock the door. ryan leaps out of the car,
slams the door behind him and bolts inside. he backs up against the
wall, trying to prevent anyone seeing him through the glass door or my
windows.

i shut the door calmly and toss his clothes next to it. then i walk up
in front of ryan. he starts to move, but i take my hand and push him
gently back against the wall by the chest.

my hand is resting right against his heart as i lean in to kiss him,
and i can feel his heartbeat fluttering wildly from the adrenaline. i
move my lips on his and slip my tongue into his hot boy mouth. i feel
the vibrations of him moaning into my mouth as he sucks on my tongue.
his heart is beating even faster, and i feel him push his hips
forward, rubbing his undies-clad boycock against me.

i break the kiss and pull back.

"holy shit," he says quietly.

i smile. "had fun?"

"that was...when you told me to run in that was crazy but like...it
made me kinda excited," he said, his cheeks and smooth boychest all
flushed.

"i can tell," i said with a grin, looking down at his stiff boypecker.

ryan giggled. "yeah," he said smiling and looking down at his crotch.
"you're always making it do that."

"go sit on the couch for a minute ryan," i say. "i'll be right back."

"kay," he says.

when i come back with my camera, he's sitting on the end of the couch
near the window. his shoes and socks are off, sitting neatly on the
floor.

"stretch out on the couch," i say. "put your legs up and lean against
the armrest."

"what, why?" he asks. then he sees the camera.

"no dude, no way, i told you no pictures," he says.

"ryan, it's ok," i say. "you're not naked or anything, and it's time i
had a pic of that hot body of yours."

he's blushing, but still protests. "i don't want anyone to find out,"
he says quietly.

"ryan, i won't show this to anyone," i say. he's silent.

i decide to pull out my trump card.

"ryan, we've been together for awhile now, and you know how much i
love you. i just want a picture of you to look at when you're not
here. after all, you've got several of me." (i'm not particularly shy
about sending out pics of my body and cock.)

i can see the light in his face at my mention of the word "love."

"well...well ok i guess," he says. "i...i love you too kyle."

i chuckle. "i know, ryan, i know."

i get a cute shot of the little boywhore stretched out on the couch,
with his arm posed behind him showing off that smooth boy body of his.
his nervousness has shrunk his boydick, but i know it won't be
sleeping for long.

"remember, you can't show this to anyone!" he says after my digital
camera beeps with the picture.

"'course not, ryan," i say.

(incidentally, this picture is available to my readers, upon request.)

"now then," i say. "let's do one of you naked."

"NO." he says firmly, "no way no naked pics." i can tell i'm not going
to win him over with more confessions of my love.

now some of you might be protesting here -- "ryan is your boy!" you
say, "he should be doing as you ask!" it's true, ryan is my bitchboy,
and as such he is properly mine to do with as i please. at the same
time, i have learned through my experience with boys that it's not
usually productive to push them too hard all at once. breaking a boy
is one thing, but i find it far more satisfying to train a boy to be
completely submissive and willing -- to WANT to do anything i ask.
ryan had taken a major step today by letting me photograph him at all.
i was moving him one more step down the boyslut path, and there just
wasn't any reason to rush.

"well," i say. "one day i'm gonna get a pic of that hot little ass of
yours ryan."

"yeah yeah, whatever," he says and sticks out his tongue at me.

i lunge for him playfully and he leaps up, chirping "you can't catch
me!" as he bolts for my bedroom. i chase after him and tackle him on
my bed, landing on top of him with my body pressed against his.

"how strange that we ended up here," i say grinning.

"yeah, how strange..." he says, then starts giggling. i can feel him
pressing his now re-hardened boycock up against me.

i roll on my back and have my boy strip me, pulling off my shirt and
unzipping my pants. my mancock is hard and ready in my boxers and ryan
rubs it firmly before pulling down these as well. then he skins down
his own tight little briefs and i see his perky four and a half inch
boycock pop out.

he collapses on top of me, rubbing his entire body against mine and
especially poking his stiff boydick against my larger mancock. i reach
behind the kid and feel his pert, smooth little ass, then run my
fingers down his crack to his hole.

"have you been practicing with your dildo?" i ask.

ryan squirms against me. "i triiiiiied," he says. "but it's just too
big for my butt."

"your what?" i look at him squarely in the face.

he blushes and looks down, fluttering his eyelashes.

"my boypussy i mean," he says.

i smile. "that's ok ryan. we'll work it in there eventually. did you
practice with your mouth?"

"yeah," he says. "i couldn't get it all in but i got some of it
in...it hurt my jaw after awhile though."

"we'll work on that too," i say. "it just takes practice. did you try
the squirting feature?"

he grins. "yeah i got it all slippery with that cum lube you gave me
and put it in my mouth...it really does taste like cum!" ryan says
excitedly. "then when i was about to shoot i had it squirt some of the
lube in my mouth...it was really cool," he says.

i laugh. "good boy ryan, that's very good."

he's beaming from my praise.

"why don't you get your pretty little mouth on my cock and show me how
much better you've gotten from the practice?" i say.

"'kay" he says. he slithers down my body and his hot mouth is on my
dick in a flash. he doesn't waste time, cramming the head and a few
inches of the shaft in his mouth as he begins to bathe it with his
tongue. i can feel him peeling my foreskin back as he jacks me off
with his hand.

my cock slips a little further down the middle schooler's throat.

"mmm," i say. "GOOD boy, ryan! now try to get it all in there."

i hear him gurgle a little, then he's forcing my cock down past the
back of his mouth. the fat head of my mancock is plowing open the
narrow opening of the fourteen year old boy's throat, plugging it up,
i hear ryan begin breathing though his nose noisily as it brushes
against my pubes.

"NICE kid," i say as i put my hands on the back of his head and hold
him down, twitching my cock in his throat so he can feel it. "you've
really been doing a good job," i say. i hold his head in place and
begin fucking my cock in and out of his throat. his mouth makes a
loud, obscene squelching sound as i use his face like a cunt.

after a few minutes of that, i release him and he pops his mouth off
my cock, inhaling air sharply. he doesn't complain.

bitchboy is learning.

"get on your back ryan," i say. "i know i usually give you your first
reward in your mouth but it's got me too hot, i need to breed you."

he giggles like the boyslut he is. "so you liked my mouth and stuff?"

"i sure did," i say smiling, as i push him back on the bed and crouch
in front of him. he lifts up his legs and i put them on my shoulders.
i reach over to my bedside table and grab the boyfucking lube i keep
within reach at all times.

i squirt out some of the slippery stuff on my right hand, and reach my
left hand up to the kid's mouth, still puffy and distended from taking
my cock down his throat. i slip three of my fingers into his mouth and
he begins suckling on them like a bitch. i reach my other hand down
with the lube and decide to skip the usual one finger, slipping two
fingers directly up his boycunt.

he moans around my fingers but i can tell he's taking it ok. he might
not have gotten peter north's replica cock dildo up his ass but he's
getting better trained about being penetrated.

i look at ryan as i fingerfuck him. he's squirming his whole body, his
boydick throbbing, his boypussy clenching around my fingers and his
mouth salivating at my hand. an eighth grade boy in the throes of
boyslut lust.

i pull my hand out of his mouth so i can squirt some more lube on my
cock, then i withdraw my fingers from his clasping boyhole and begin
slathering my fuckstick for the boy. ryan's eyes are heavily lidded
and i can feel the unrestrained lust coursing through his young smooth
body.

i put my hands on his narrow little hips and lean forward, pressing
his thighs back against his chest. with my right hand i line up my fat
cockhead with his fuckhole and press.

ryan moans right away, not in pain or fear but sheer lust. his boycunt
is still tight enough that i don't imagine my penetration of his
fuckchute was entirely pain-free. but he was enough of a well-trained
boyslut at this point to identify the slight pain of being entered
with the pleasure he experienced at having his boyass pounded later
on. my cock stretching his boypussy had now been physically linked to
the sensation of my cock milking his prostate. and that, dear readers,
is how you know you've got a well-trained boywhore.

ryan starts making his mewling fuck-me noises almost immediately when
i bottom out in him. i put my hands on his shoulders to brace his
small body against my invading shaft and piston into the boy. he wraps
his feet around my back and moans like a bitchboy in heat as i plow
his boypussy.

"yeah take it, take it you little boyslut...take my fucking cock up
your tight little fucking boycunt," i say to ryan's face. he just
looks at me and moans as i pushed in deeper.

"you like this? you like getting fucked like a little bitchboy? you
like getting fucked like a fucking girl?" i ask him.

"yeahhhh" he whines with lust. "yeah i like having your cock...your
cock in my boypussy. unh, unh, unh..." his body rocks with each thrust
i make into him.

normally i like to plow ryan for a good long while, stretch out his
junior high boycunt around my cock and really enjoy making him my
bitch. but i hadn't deposited even my first load into the kid -- a
load that usually went into his mouth -- and as was normal i had been
saving up for several days.

so i begin pounding that 14 year old boypussy nice and hard. with the
sticky lube and my pistoning cock, there's a regular "slap...slap" as
i drill the middle schooler. i grab his hands and pin them above his
head so he can't do something stupid like touch his boyprick. i slam
into the kid as he continues to moan, my mancock possessing the boy's
body.

i lift myself up on one arm and hold his shoulder with the other so i
can really deep-dick him. i gaze down along his body, his boynipples
naturally stiff from his arousal, his hands still high above his head
like a good boy -- showing off his wispy but nearly hairless armpits
-- and his leaking, throbbing boycock which trembles and shivers each
time i drive my pole down against his prostate.

"you ready for my load, boyslut? you ready to get bred like the bitch you are?"

"yessssss" ryan hisses, and i felt him push his boyass up against my
cock, trying to get it in deeper. "i'm your boysluttttttt...do it in
me...cum inside me, inside my boypussy."

"you got it, boywhore," i growl. i thrust inside my bottomboy's smooth
little ass a few more times, and then i'm there. i slam my mancock as
deep as i possibly can in his boyhole and let loose, nearly a week's
worth of mancum stored up in my balls pouring out, impregnating my
little bitchboy with my load. my whole body shakes with the
powerfulness of my orgasm and as i empty my nuts into the kid, i hear
him cry out and stiffen, feel his boycunt clamp down, and then sure
enough, his warm thin boycream splashing onto his smooth belly.

as i feel the last drops of my sperm seeding my boy's ass, i lay down
on top of him, holding him close. "merry christmas," i say, as i feel
his boypussy awash in my load, my present to him.

i lick the boy's neck, slick with fucksweat, and bite him, ever so gently.

"i love you," ryan says. "i...i love you a lot." and he squeezes me,
his arms and legs both wrapped around me, my cock still deeply
penetrating him.

"i know," i say, and i pause. "i love you too."

i did, dear reader, love ryan as much as i've loved most of my boys,
though i knew i wouldn't love him forever.

he brings his head close to mine and kisses me, and i kiss back,
tasting my bottomboy's hot little mouth.

before i pull my cock out of its natural boysheath, i reach over to
the nightstand and grab a buttplug that i had been waiting to use on
ryan. the purpose, naturally is to keep all my mancum in his ass and
get it all absorbed rather than leak out.

i slide my cock out and then quickly replace it with the buttplug up
ryan's distended fuckhole.

"what's that for?" ryan asks.

"it's so the sperm will soak into your boypussy," i said. "we shouln't
let it go to waste by leaking out."

ryan giggles as he sits up with the plug up his boyass.

"i can feel it swishing around in me," he says.

"yeah," i say, "you're one well-fucked bottomboy." ryan giggles again,
and i reach out my hand and scoop up the boysperm he pumped out onto
his lower belly, smearing it up over his soft skin, all over his chest
and still-perky nipples.

we head out into the living room and watch a movie, with the buttplug
still shoved up ryan's boyhole. partway through ryan has to pee, but
he's good and doesn't remove the plug stuffed up his ass. when we're
ready to leave, he pulls on those camo undies over the buttplug.

before he gets a chance, i grab his hoodie, shirt and pants and run
out to the car with them. he runs -- awkwardly, mind you, given that
he's got a few inches of rubber shoved up his rectum -- out to the car
and as i pull out on to the street, squirms his way into his clothes.

i drop him off at the same convenience store.

"leave the plug in for another hour or so," i say. "by that time i'm
guessing you'll be horny again, so you can jack off with it inside
you...or maybe give that dildo a try again."

ryan giggles. "i won't need to wait an hour," he says.

"just remember," i say smiling, "don't use the dildo or the buttplug
too much, and don't put either inside you the day before we're gonna
meet. i wanna keep you nice and tight," i say.

"'kay," ryan says. "i love you," he adds, and blushes.

he hops out of the car before i can say anything back. i see him
walking a little awkwardly into the store. the baggy pants almost hide
the slutty way he has to swing his tight, plugged little ass to walk.

***

the weekend before new years, ryan was excited to tell me that his mom
would be away. what's more, at fourteen she apparently trusted her son
to fend for himself for two days, with nothing but a check-in call and
$20 for pizza.

naturally, ryan and i conspired to take full advantage of this. that
saturday night at about 9:45, ryan called me to let me know his mom
had checked in with him. he was free for the rest of the evening.

i picked him up -- at his own house, for once -- and brought him over
for our own little early new year's party.

this time around, ryan is wearing the same hoodie, but when he pulls
it off in my car i see he's wearing a red t-shirt -- relatively tight,
as before -- and one of those skater steel-ball necklaces.

"you're really rocking the skaterboy look lately," i say.

"thanks!" ryan says, clearly pleased at my praise. "i got some money
for christmas and got these."

"are you gonna start skateboarding too?" i ask.

"i dunno," ryan says. "i kinda just like the clothes."

"well, they look fucking hot on you," i say.

ryan just grins.

"you're still doing basketball though, right?" i ask.

"yeah!" ryan says, happy that i remembered this detail about his life.
"i've been playing a lot at school and i was thinking of trying out
for the team next year. hey, maybe you can come watch me at the
games!"

"definitely!" i say.

the thought of ryan all sweaty, in a skimpy basketball jersey and
shorts showing off his smooth thighs and pert young ass, was
definitely a nice idea. then again, "next year" ryan would be a
freshman in high school, and 15. it wasn't likely i would still be
with him at that point. although i've done my fair share of 15 year
olds in a pinch, 13-14 is definitely my ideal age, especially for a
regular boy. after that point boys start growing hair in unattractive
places (like around their fuckholes) and start looking more man-like
instead of boyish. my current plan was to drop ryan over the summer --
but there was no reason to tell him that now.

i didn't try to make ryan run in the house half-naked this time
around. i guess i was feeling generous.

ryan had professed his interest in getting "really really drunk" for
our new year's party, something i thought was a great idea. i had
noticed from previous hookups with the kid that he got pretty slutty
when he had had a drink.

so as soon as we arrive, the mixed drinks come out. we turn on some
music and ryan downs a rum and coke pretty quickly. he says he wants
to do "shots" so i pull some not-great-not-horrible vodka out of my
freezer and we do one together. he still wants more but i tell him he
should slow down -- i don't want the kid puking his guts out all over
my house.

ryan walks over to the couch and flops down. his boydick is visibly
tenting his pants even though they're baggy. he looks down at his
engorged boycock and giggles.

"you DO seem to get excited when you have a drink," i smile.

"yeahhhhhh," ryan giggles some more. then without being asked, he
kicks off his shoes, unzips his pants and skins them down his legs. he
sits back and spreads his legs, wide, showing off his boycrotch to me.

his underwear this time around must be from the same package as his
last pair -- camo undies, but in shades of blue rather than green. his
boyprick is fully hard and pointing off to the left. i can see his
soft little nutsack in the underwear pouch below.

"like it?" he asks and giggles some more, all flushed.

"you know you're a hot little boyslut ryan," i smile.

"you wanna fuck me, huh," he says grinning.

i walk over to the couch and kneel in between his legs. then quickly,
i yank his shirt up and over his head, but not off his arms, which are
now partially trapped above him by the shirt hooked behind his neck.

i reach in to kiss him, but just as our lips are about to meet, i pull
away. he pulls his head up, trying to reach for my mouth, but i pull
back further, smiling.

ryan giggles at our game.

i look down at his pants, in a heap on the floor, and see the buttplug
poking out of his pocket.

"glad you brought that," i say. "we're gonna need it."

ryan giggles again, and i reach down and grab onto the steel-ball
necklace he's wearing, using it to pull him toward me. when our lips
finally meet, i plunge my tongue into the boy's mouth. he sucks on it,
hungrily.

i move my hand down his smooth boychest, across his ever-stiff
nipples, over his smooth firm stomach, down to his throbbing boymeat.
i rub, and ryan moans, mashing his face against mine even harder.

i break the kiss. "let's take this in the bedroom, hottie," i say.

i get up and start to move toward my room, ryan trotting along behind me.

"wait," he says. "can i have another coke?" he's drunk already,
though, so what that sounds like is "waiiii.....kinay havanuthrrrr
cukkk."

i figure...what the hell. this kid probably doesn't have the space to
get plastered very often, if he really wants to, i don't mind helping
him out. so we head back to the kitchen and i mix him a nice strong
one, with that rum 151 i have on hand. at some point while i'm mixing,
he manages to wiggle his shirt the rest of the way off. his face and
upper chest are flushed with arousal and inebriation.

he's downed about half the drink by the time we make it to the
bedroom. he almost stumbles into bed when i grab the glass from him.

"let's just put that over here," i say, and set it on the bedside table.

"kayyyy," he says, "but donnn drink it! i wannit laterrrrr."

i chuckle. "don't worry, ryan," i say. other than the shot i haven't
had anything to drink (and needless to say, i can hold a shot of
liquor a lot better than my junior high fucktoy). i like to be
relatively sober when i fuck a boy so i can really remember it.

i strip. he's lying spread-eagle on the bed, so i don't bother to pull
off his underwear yet. he's going to address my needs first in any
case.

i crawl up on the bed next to him and sit with my back against the headrest.

"ryan," i say.

"yehhhhh?" he looks at me.

"put my cock in your mouth."

"kayyyy," he says, and sort of rolls over into my lap. he gets his
lips around my cock quickly and goes right to work, slobbering all
over my dick and taking it deep into his wet little maw.

i give him a few minutes to work on my pole until i'm leaking a nice
amount of precum.

"ryan, lick on my balls," i say.

he doesn't say anything, just moves his little slut mouth down to my
nutsack and begins bathing it with his tongue. like a good boywhore,
he snakes one of his hands up to my dick and starts jacking me off as
he sucks on my balls.

"mmm, good bitch," i say, looking down at him. he grins back at me.

"i'm yourrr boyslut huhhhhh" he slurs.

"you sure are, ryan. good slutty little boywhore. now how about you
take my mancock down your throat?"

ryan must have practiced some more on his dildo, because he stuffs my
entire prick down his throat, balls deep in his mouth without gagging
at all.

i put my hands on the back of my head and hold it in place as i begin
to fuck my drooling mancock in and out of his throat. i know because
ryan's drunk i can be a little rougher, and i'm looking forward to it.

i pull my cock almost all the way out of his mouth, my prejizz leaking
onto his tongue and the boy lapping it up -- then holding his head in
place, plunge it deep down to the back of his throat.

this time he does gag, and i see his eyes water, but like a good
boyslut he doesn't try to pull away. i pull back a little to give him
some breathing room, then plunge in again.

pretty soon i've got a good rhythm going, fucking his boythroat like
it's a well-oiled cunt -- which in a very real sense, of course, it
is. i hear him gagging and gasping at this point, but i don't really
care. his eyes are watering but he's still not really trying to
resist, and i know he wants to please me.

i look down below his face and see his body stretched out on the bed,
his undies-clad ass upturned and fuckable as always. i watch, and as i
plow his little mouth i see him clenching and unclenching his
boypussy. the kid is humping the bed as i mouthfuck him. fair enough
-- as long as he doesn't get distracted from servicing me, i'll let
ryan have a little fun this time.

i haven't cum in a whole week, since the last time i fucked the kid,
so i've got a nice big load for him. he recognizes my short, hard jabs
into his throat signifying that i'm about to blow and i see him start
to swallow, anticipating the flood of sperm i'm about to feed him.

as his last act before i cum, he reaches up with his smooth boy's hand
and begins rubbing my balls gently.

that does it, and i'm off. i plow my dick as far as it will go down my
bitchboy's throat and explode.

the first shot of cum seems to last for several seconds, like i'm
pissing my balls into his throat. i can tell it's thick and heavy,
seven days' worth of mansperm coaxed out by the mewling little
fuckpuppy in my bed. naturally i use my hands to keep ryan's head in
place, my spewing cock lodged firmly down his eighth-grade boythroat.

i hear him gurgle, loudly, trying to swallow frantically -- but it's
too late, because my second shot blasts out, nearly as big as the
first. he gags, hard, and suddenly i see two ribbons of my jizz shoot
out ryan's nose. i decide to take pity on my little cumswallowing
boywhore and pull back a little. shots three, four and five flood
ryan's mouth and undoubtedly his tastebuds with my mancum, his cheeks
literally bulging from the load. i see him gulp it down and i plunge
back in, depositing the sixth and final shot of my ejaculate, along
with several seconds of dribbles, directly down the kid's throat.

he can tell i'm done and begins to move, but i hold him in place, so
he settles there, my slowly deflating cock retreating from his
well-fucked oral cavity. i want to make sure every morsel of my mancum
has been released into his vacuuming little throat.

when i'm finally at rest, i let go, and he slowly pulls his mouth off
my slimy dick.

and looks up at me. and smiles.

it was the most amazing thing -- here was a 14 year old kid, his lips
puffy and distended, face dripping in sweat and matting his hair, my
own jism clogging his nose and dripping from the corner of his mouth,
a ruined little faggotboy if there ever was one -- and he was grinning
at me.

"did you...like that?" i venture. i had figured i'd be catching shit
from him for drowning him in mansperm again. but that didn't seem to
be the case.

"yeahhhh" he said, and moved his body up against mine. i looked down
and there was a huge wet spot spread across the front of my boy's
underwear. that was it -- he had had his little boygasm as he sucked
me off!

"sometimes like...when i'm jacking off...like i hold my breath you
know?" he says as he cuddles with me, wrapping his arms and legs
around me and hugging me close. "and like, when you were making me gag
at first i didn't like it but then it was like when i'm jacking
off...and like you making me hold my breath like made it even better,
and then it made me cum."

i wrap my arm around my bitch. such a good boyslut!

so i tell him so.

"you're such a good boyslut!" i say. "i'm really proud of you ryan."

"thankssssss" he slurs. yeah, he's still drunk.

with his hand, he tries to reach across me to the bedstand to grab his
drink, but almost topples it.

"whoa there buddy, here sit up and i'll give you your drink," i say.

he turns over and leans against me, spreading his thighs out and
displaying his boysperm-soaked underwear. i can smell the bleachy
scent of spilled boycum.

i hand him his drink and he takes it, gingerly, trying hard not to spill it.

he drinks most of what's left in a few gulps, then hands it back.

"i liiiiiike drinking" ryan says, then giggles.

i laugh. well, if i've created a boyslut i might as well create a
teenage drunk too!

i reach over and grab the remote for the tv at the foot of my bed and
flick it on. ryan stops me when i get to the movie "wanted."

"ooh ooh let's watch this," he says. "james mcavoy is soooooo hot."

i say ok, and while i agree with ryan, i wouldn't mind seeing james
mcavoy shirtless and sweaty (as he is in that movie) back when he was
13 or 14. now there's a movie star!

the movie is half-over, and when it's finished the clock next to the
bed says it's almost midnight.

"wanna get ready for bed?" i ask.

"yeahhh," he says. i can't tell if he's sleepy or close to pass-out
drunk but he's definitely done for the night.

i hop out of bed naked, wander back into the kitchen and put things
away, turning out lights. i make a stop in the bathroom to brush my
teeth. ryan is in there, pissing. it's cute to see his little boydick
soft as his piss sprays out. (i'm not into watersports, so don't get
any ideas...it didn't go any further than that in the bathroom.) i
piss and head back into the bedroom, where ryan has burrowed under the
covers. i see his underwear lying on the floor.

well then.

i slip into bed next to him, spooning him naked from behind. my cock
is already on the rise and i press it against his pert smooth
asscheeks.

ryan purrs, and i reach around him to find his boydick fully
stiffened. i tickle his still-hairless boynuts and he giggles.

i throw the covers back and he turns toward me, legs spread and
boypackage on display.

i get my head down in his lap and begin rubbing his boyprick.

earlier, at christmas, i said his boycock was four and a half inches,
and i still think it was -- but now it seems bigger, four and three
quarters and inching toward five. my little boy is definitely
developing. his pubes, still confined to a small patch above his
boyroot, are nonetheless moving from wispy to wiry, and i brush them
gently as i work his boydick up and down.

despite his slightly longer tool, i can still easily fit him in my
mouth and i do, working his slippery boyprong up and down against my
tongue. i glance up and ryan has his head back, moaning softly.

i can tell he can reach it, so i ask him to grab the lube from the
bedside table. i hold out my hand he squirts plenty on my fingers.

ryan lifts up his legs, presenting me with his tight, pink little
boypucker, physically begging me to give him the poking that he needs.

i keep his boyprick in my mouth and plunge two fingers up his boycunt.

he moans, LOUD, and i mean if my house wasn't on a nice acre of land
some neighbors might have gotten suspicious!

it seems that getting ryan drunk increases his vocal levels, as he
moaned and mewled as usual only a hell of a lot louder.

i work his boycunt deep with my fingers and feel for his prostate,
milking the little boybutton as i suck him off. in no time at all ryan
is bucking and squeezing his boypussy muscles around my fingers as he
shoots off in my mouth. although he had cum once already, this was no
measly boyjaculation -- a good four or five shots of boysperm were in
my mouth.

naturally, i quickly move up the boys body and lock my lips onto his,
depositing his boycum in its rightful place, the kid's own mouth.

he sucks at my tongue, hungrily (is there any other way for a
boyslut?) searching for more globs of his own boyjuice.

i pull my mouth off of his and crouched in front of his face,
replacing my mouth with my cock.

"get my cock nice and wet so i can fuck that tight little boypussy ryan," i say.

he takes my thickening fuckstick in his mouth and begins slobbering
all over it. after a few moments of this i move back down to his legs
and lift them up, exposing his already lubed-up fuckhole.

i bend ryan's smooth thighs back and kneel in front of him. with my
cock slick with his saliva and his boypussy already opened up from my
fingers, i'm able to push in like a knife cutting butter. and a
buttery-soft ass that kid has, too.

the boy moans as i bottom out in him, widening his boycunt from its
naturally tightened state. as i've often said, once you've had
boypussy, everything else seems mediocre by comparison. a wet, smooth,
young teenage boyhole is by far the most logical and most pleasurable
sheath for your erection.

i begin plowing the fourteen year old kidslut in earnest, not wasting
any time taking it slow. whether it's ryan's drunkenness or his innate
teenboy horniness, his kidcock doesn't seem to have deflated at all
from his last boygasm. i watch it throb as i pound my dick deeper and
deeper into the boy.

ryan's head is turning from side to side, his mouth partway open, his
throat making a gentle moaning/purring sound. he looks as if he's
partly asleep, partly drunk out of his mind, and partly lost in his
own boyslutty lust radiating from his stuffed little boycunt.

i'm really reaming the boy now, pulling my cock out until i can feel
his boypucker close just around the tip, then slamming it in to the
hilt, my balls churning cum as they slap against my boylover.

at this point i'm plowing ryan as hard as i ever have before, and all
the kid is doing is moaning and leaking fluid out of his ever-stiff
boydick. with the boy this out of it and willing, i decide to take it
to the next level.

"ryan, turn over," i say, as i withdraw my cock.

now, as you are probably aware, my preferred way to plow a boy is on
his back, bitch-style. in this case, however, i figured i could get
more leverage if i did the bitchboy doggy-style and really slam into
his ass.

so i get ryan up on all fours, a little wobbly on his knees at first
but i hold them in place. he folds his arms under his head and lays it
down on the pillow, so that the pale, soft globes of his ass, split by
his distended little fuckhole, are now pointing up directly at me.

i shove my dick in and ryan moans loudly again. then i get to work.

i have fucked quite a number of boys in my life. while my own pleasure
is always paramount, i'm not a vicious person and i don't wish to hurt
a boy needlessly. so i suppose in a way, i always hold myself back a
little bit, even toward the end of a fuck session, trying not to slam
quite too hard into a boy's fuckchute.

with ryan, in this moment, all my restraints are off. my bitchboy's
entire body is flushed with arousal and liquor, and he had yet to show
the slightest sign of complaint at my pounding. i piston in to the kid
and begin to slam his boyhole harder than i ever had before -- harder
than i had ever fucked anyone before.

and all the little bitch does is moan.

i hold onto the kid's narrow hips for leverage as i plow open his
hole, but i soon realize i could do it even harder.

"ryan, put your arms up on the headboard to brace yourself," i say.

ryan sort of understands, i think, but he's so drunk he only sort of
makes a feeble attempt to raise his upper body to the headboard. i
reach forward and help him lift his arms and hook his hands around the
top of the bed. with his arms locked straight, his entire body is
braced firmly against the wall.

i lean back and try one stiff fuck.

the sensation is amazing -- like fucking an immobile wall, but with a
soft, wet, slurping boypussy at the center of it.

"yeah, take my cock, take my fucking mancock you little boywhore," i
say. "yeah ryan, you're such a good little bitch, my little
bitchboy...my favorite fucking boyslut."

ryan keeps moaning. i slam into his middle school boypussy, driving my
cock as deep as i can into his tight little body.  ryan still has his
steel-ball skater necklace on from before, the only item of "clothing"
he's got on. i watch it swinging back and forth against his smooth
young neck as i wrack his body with my powerful thrusts.

all of a sudden, his moaning stops, and i see his head fall. at first
i was worried -- had i killed the kid by plowing his ass too hard? --
but then i realize my little boyslut has simply passed out from all
the pleasure. i lean onto him, reach around and begin stroking his
nipples, while i nibble at the back of his neck.

after a few moments i feel ryan come back to life, with some soft
moans and a whimpered "unnhhh." i reposition his arms so that they're
locked again, and lean back to resume my work.

not long after that, ryan moans loudly, then lets out a sharp cry. i
feel his boypussy squeezing on my cock, and i know he's spraying his
boyload. (and on my sheets! but he was going to be sleeping on this
side of the bed anyway, so whatever. he could roll around in his
boyjuice all night.)

ryan keeps whimpering and mewling as i continue to plow his fuckhole,
no doubt the remnants of his boysperm leaking out of his little prick.

now i'm getting close too, so i speed up my fucking. i'm pounding him
just as hard, but now twice as fast; i won't be surprised if ryan ends
up tasting my sperm at the back of his throat.

a few more hard fucks, and i begin blasting my load. my mancum shoots
out like a cannon, probably driving another six inches up his boychute
past the end of my cock, which is itself planted as deeply as my seven
inches will allow.

i growl with animal lust as i breed my little bitch, seeding the
eighth grader with my sperm.

it's at about that moment i realize ryan's assplug is still in the
living room, sitting on his discarded pants. ah well, you can't breed
'em perfect every time.

ryan is basically hanging from the headboard at this point, his arms
slack and his head hung down. he almost looks asleep, but i can tell
he isn't totally passed out again.

i reach up and move his arms down to the bed, then try to roll over
with him, without losing my cock up his ass. unfortunately, a drunk
teenage boy delirious from being plowed has a slightly uncoordinated
body, and he half-turns, half-falls against me as we move. my cock
slips out and i feel some of my manload stream out. damn.

i reposition ryan's body so we're spooning, then quickly reinsert my
half-hard cock into his semen-slick boyhole. given the amount i
deposited in the kid i figure there's still quite a bit left to soak
in.

we fall asleep like that -- i think ryan had probably fallen asleep a
few seconds after he turned over -- my slowly deflating cock wedged up
his ass.

the last thought i remember thinking before i passed out was, "damn,
i'm gonna get this bitchboy drunk more often!"

***

at some point in the middle of the night, maybe 2:30 or 3 a.m., i
realize i'm hard again. probably because i need to take a piss. but
ryan's slick little hole is still massaging my dick, so i figured,
what the hell?

i roll ryan onto his tummy and get on top of him, covering his small
smooth body with my own. i feel him stir and can tell he's partially
awake, as i feel him move his boyass back against my cock and hear
some soft whimpering.

i'm half-asleep myself, and i fuck ryan slowly, drifting in and out of
consciousness. at some point i cum, but i barely remember it and only
realize i had even cum because all of a sudden his boycunt begins
squelching loudly from my load.

i climb off my fuckboy and head into the bathroom, finally relieving
my piss-hardon. as i'm finishing i see ryan stumble in. he looks like
he's still pretty drunk. his eyes are half closed, his little patch of
pubes matted with fresh and dried boysperm, and when he turns around
to urinate i see my own semen leaking out of his well-plowed hole,
down the back of his right thigh and past his knee.

he doesn't seem to even notice me, and stumbles back into bed without
really saying anything.

***

i had been smart enough to set the alarm on my cell phone before i
even picked ryan up the night before, so around 8 a.m. i hear it
ringing. we can't stay in bed all day, because his aunt is coming by
to take ryan to church at 10:30 -- picking him up at his house,
needless to say.

"morning kid," i say as ryan sleepily turns toward me. "how're you doing?"

"my butt is really sore," ryan says as he cuddles against my chest and
i wrap him in my arms. "oh...i mean my boypussy," he says lazily, then
yawns.

"yeah, you were a great bottomboy last night," i say.

ryan just giggles.

"do you remember any of it?" i ask.

"a little," ryan says. "i was so drunk...i remember you doing it really hard."

"yep, you took it well last night," i say.

ryan laughs but then stops abruptly. "owwww," he whines.

"hehe," i chuckle, "yeah that's a hangover. you got fucking wasted
last night kid."

"yeah," he grins up at me, "and then some perv molested me." he giggles.

i lean in close to his face grinning. "and you fucking loved it you
boyslut," i say, and kiss him full on the mouth.

his boydick, incredibly, is up and ready for action -- i can feel it
poking me. but we need to get him home in time for his aunt to show
up. i tell him he should just take a shower at his own house so he
doesn't have to put his dirty clothes over his clean body, and he
agrees.

ryan decides to leave the buttplug at my house, since he has the
dildo, and i place it on the bedside table for our next session.

when we arrive at his house we go up to his room and he strips back
out of his tshirt and pants, and then finally unclasps the skater
necklace he wore all night.

ryan asks me cutely if i'll shower with him, and i say sure. he pulls
down his undies and i follow his tight little ass into the bathroom,
his fuckhole still considerably stretched open from my plowing.

we get in the shower and i get him all soapy and wet, scrubbing his
soft pink skin all over, trying to remove the stench of sex that
clings to my little boyslut.

naturally, of course, he's interested in even more sex, his stiff
young boyprick poking me at every turn. finally i give in and get on
my knees, moving ryan out of the spray of the shower so i don't drown.
i suck on his jutting boydick for a little bit, but it's obvious what
my little fuckslut really wants, so i stand up and turn ryan around
against the wall.

i soap up my cock, stiffened enough from having a squirmy, soapy,
slippery teenage boy in my arms, and move in behind him. i push my
cock up his boycunt without pausing and begin fucking him hard,
holding onto his sides as he braces himself against the wall.

he moans, of course, like the bitchkid he is, and reaches down to
start rubbing his boycock. i pull his hands away and bring them behind
his back, between our bodies.

he whimpers but i ignore him and keep plowing his ass. it doesn't take
the boy long, and soon he's squirting his boycream onto the wall.

i pull out my dick. "get down on your knees and lick that boyjuice off
the wall ryan," i say, "we don't want to leave any evidence for your
mom to find."

of course ryan has probably popped off in his shower hundreds of
times, and he doesn't mention that he could just watch it off. but
truthfully i think the little boywhore likes slurping up his own
boycum, and he licks it off the wall without complaint.

we climb out of the shower and towel off. ryan's cock has gone down to
about half-hard state -- does this kid ever get soft? -- and i watch
as he puts on his sunday church clothes.

ryan is the picture of a good boy, in his collared shirt and pleated
pants, and i doubt anyone at his church will suspect that even as he
sits there in the pew, his little boyhole is gaping open from being
repeatedly pummeled by mancock.

i suspect it will be a few days before he fully regains the natural
tightness of his boypussy. and as you can imagine, over time his
boyhole will get looser from being regularly fucked -- another reason
i don't keep my boys around forever.

i pull on my clothes and we head to the door. i'm still a little
aroused and wonder if i can pump out a fourth load for the boy.

well, only one way to find out.

"get on your knees ryan," i say. "i want to give you one last present
before i go."

the boyslut knows just what to do, unzipping my pants and hauling out
my hardening cock that he's gotten to know so well. he gets it in his
mouth and immediately begins sucking, reaching up to rub my balls as
well.

"remember ryan, we don't want to get any of my manload on your nice
shirt,"i say. "you need to swallow it all."

as if that was even a question.

i hold ryan's smooth chin in my left hand as i jack off with my right,
aiming directly for his pink little tongue.

less than five minutes later, the middle schooler's hot, wet lips have
brought me to my orgasm, and i'm giving my boy a nice load of morning
sperm.

"don't swallow it yet ryan, hold it in your mouth," i say. "i want you
to show it to me."

when my blasts finally subside he opens his mouth wide to show me the
creamy fluid bathing his tongue. naturally it wasn't a huge amount, as
i had cum three times in the last 12 hours, but it was still a nice
morning snack for my bitch.

and, of course, he swallows it all like a good little boyslut. now my
sperm would be churning in his tummy as he sat in church.

he stands up as i zip my pants back up.

"happy new year, ryan," i say. "i hope you enjoyed your party!"

"i really, really did," he says, hugging me tight. i lean down for a
quick peck on his lips. "i love you," he adds.

"aw," i say. "love you too, ryan."

the last thing i see of ryan as i leave him that morning is him
standing at his front door, one hand waving cutely and the other
trying to cover a bulge in his sunday pants.

***to be continued***

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