Date: Sun, 29 Dec 2002 13:52:53 +0000
From: Devin Baron <debonair36@hotmail.com>
Subject: NUTS AND BOLTS (2/3) (b/b, m/b, oral, anal)

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This is a work of FICTION for ADULTS only.  Do NOT read this if you
are under 18 or if you are not an adult according to the laws of your
state or country. Do NOT read this if you are easily offended or if
you are not interested in fantasies involving young boys. This file
contains sexually EXPLICIT material.

I do not condone any of the acts in this file. Agatha Christie wrote
about murderers all her life. She was not a criminal. Please support
free speech and stop censorship.

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(boy/boy, man/boy, oral, anal)


NUTS AND BOLTS    by DEBONAIR

PART 2.

   Jerry didn't have to say more. He watched his naked son strut to
the edge of the couch, wiggling his tail end like a stripper. The
obedient child bent over the arm of the sofa, raised up his shapely
bottom and waited. He was right behind him, lowering his blue jeans and
briefs to the floor. Under a bushy patch of luxuriant dark hair, his
large prick was curving upward proudly. Despite that, he wanked it a few 
times to get it harder, then he tore open the condom.

Shawn eyed the throbbing tool about to slip up his bum hole as the
man struggled to unroll the lubricated condom onto it. "My butt's
getting cold." he snickered. Jerry's fingers juggled with the plastic
envelope, until he got the hang of it and hopped forward like a rabbit,
his ankles entangled in the heap of clothes.

He nudged against the eleven-year-old boy, rubbing his dick between his
silky buttocks. The dizzying exaltation of his arousal was like a drug
trip. With one hand, he guided his erection, seeking the kid's hot
pucker.

Shawn held his breath, feeling the rude probing of his backdoor. The
lubed slab of meat grazed his anus and began to plunge into him.
"Ohhhh shit!" he bawled as the hard spike speared up his hole. "Ughhh!
Ughhhhh! UGHH!" His litany grew louder with every inch invading his
rectum, enlarging the tenacious opening.

A wave of indescribable sensations exploded from his butt hole to all
of his fingertips. The rhythmic plowing commenced right away. He placed
his hands flat on the cushion to keep his balance and shut his eyes to
taste the feelings he was accustomed to. "Ohhhh yeahhh, fuck me." he
whispered.

Jerry grasped the hips of his young partner firmly. His tight asshole
was still straining to eject him. It drove him crazy with lust every
time the clasping muscle attempted to bite off his shaft. He observed
his cock go in and out of the kid's flawless ass, pulsating through
the translucent membrane of the rubber.

With more vigorous thrusts, he began to stab into his guts. Their
bodies stiffened with the more intense copulation. He was now deeply
lodged up his son's ass. He could feel the tremendous heat of his insides on 
the upstroke. And his bloated dickhead bumped against the strangling anus on 
the downstroke, denied exit by the unyielding sphincter.

Shawn was always astonished when his dad nailed him. He was getting
assfucked for real! Just like in the movies. Their bodies were merged
together, driven by instinct. He was aware that other daddies didn't
fuck their little boys in the ass, but he didn't care. He was happy,
pleasing Jerry's cock with his butt hole.

The bulky man drowned in the repetitive tempo of his blissful pumping.
The child's anus was dilating, accepting him more easily.

   "Ohh yesss, ooooh yessss ooooohh." Shawn cooed, feeling the adult
prong rubbing against his juvenile prostate. His pre-teen dick was
stiff as a rock, slapping on his belly. Jerry's fingers dug into the
flesh of his hips as he fucked harder and faster. He could hear him
starting to groan out of joy.

   "Ughhh, I'm gonna cum in yer butt." the man grumbled, jamming
his cock harder and rumbling like an animal. "Ughhh YEAHHH! OHHH FUCK
OH FUCK YEAH!" he screamed, pistoning into the recess of the kid's
hiney. His pelvis made contact with the divine boytail, again and once
more. Shawn squealed, wanking his little prick and cumming right away.
He felt the wide organ harden to a rigid pipe of steel as his dad
neared his climax.

Jerry shoved his cock forcefully and wrapped his arms around his son's
torso. His body jerked in short intervals. Each spasm accompanying
a peak of his orgasm. The violent blasts of semen rushing out of his
penis were like the sweet tickling of a feather.

                                -=-

   Harold Langdon paced back and forth in the school corridor, awaiting
the bell that would kick off the start of a new day. His mind was
drifting while the sixth graders entered his class. It had been going on 
long enough. He would have to find something else to do for cash. He
had a PHD in history for Pete's sake! Why did he even continue to take
these jobs, subbing for old twats who got sick from drinking too much
tea?

The bell rang and the children raced to their neat little desks aligned
in five perfect rows. He wrote his name on the chalkboard, sensing the
stares of the pupils scrutinizing him. They probably weren't used to a
young teacher, he suspected.

When he turned around, the forty-six eyes zoomed on him. He was a thin
man, relatively tall with neatly combed brown hair and elegant round
glasses on his nose. His electric razor had seen better days thus his
jaw always had a veil of stubbles, giving his face that rugged manly
look.

   "Hi class, my name is Harold Langdon and I will be your substitute
teacher 'til the end of the semester." he announced.

The children roared with spontaneous glee, raising their arms in a
vee of triumph.

   "All right! Settle down." he quieted the boisterous crowd. "Now,
I'm an easygoing fella, but don't push my buttons." he pointed out.
"I prefer to be addressed as Harold. Not Mr. Langdon. Okay?"

The children nodded in unison.

   "Good. Before we begin, I will go through the list of names to help
me memorize your faces. When I call your name raise your arm."

The children looked at him, turning an attentive ear.

   "Belinda Allen." he said, glimpsing up and finding the little
girl's extended arm.

   "Cody Alexander." he pursued the process.

   "Shawn Bradford." he pronounced the third name. When his eyes locked
on the boy in the back, his heart rate doubled. He had seen that kid
before. He had seen more than he should of that boy. 'Shawn11' he
thought silently, his lips breaking into a fake smile of assurance.

The blondie was wriggling in his chair, his hole still sore from the
previous day's assfuck. The teacher had seen him, but he was not
moving on to another name. "I'm here!" he hollered. Then he recognized
him. The stranger from the web cam. His arm came down slowly, as if it
was melting ice under the sun. And he smiled wickedly.

                                -=-

   "Don't use that tone of voice with your mother!" Ackley's father
growled, pointing an accusing finger across the diner table.

The young redhead lowered his stare on the mash potatoes. He couldn't
believe he'd been trapped in such a rotten deal. His appetite vanished
and he pouted.

   "Listen honey, Uncle Jerry needs some time off. It's very hard to
raise a foster child alone, especially that boy, Shawn." she said,
with a touch of disdain at the end. Then her voice became harsher. "Your dad 
and I are going to that inn with Jerry, whether you want it or not! I 
thought you'd be grateful that we trust you enough to stay on your own with 
your cousin?"

   "I don't like him."

   "Rubbish!"

   "He's mean to me!"

   "He isn't"

   "I'm not hungry anymore." Ackley fled the table, tears rolling down
to his chin.

   "If you came out of your shell once in a while, maybe it would be
easier for everyone." his father shouted. "You're not a leper. You've
grown too fast."

                                 =

   In the gloomy darkness of Ackley's bedroom, both boys were lounging
on the bed, watching the second hour of The Fellowship of the Ring. The
sound of clashing swords echoed in the empty house. There was a good
twelve inches between their silhouettes. An invisible frontier where
the usual fog of tension blurred all communications. They'd been
thrown in that prison, where the bars were made of parental authority.

   "I'll change into my pjs." Shawn announced.

Ackley peered at the unwelcome visitor, jumping off the mattress. He
observed him rummaging through his bag. After a while, it became clear
that the boy was not leaving for the bathroom. He stood there shedding
his t-shirt, tugging on his socks. The older lad's heart pounded as he
tried to avoid looking at the strip tease, focusing on the movie.

The pre-teen boy removed his shorts and slipped his skimpy underwear
down his slim bronzed legs. Ackley's pupils were stinging. The little
buns were in his line of sight, glowing from the hues of the TV. Shawn
turned around and presented his front. He took a quick peek at his
smooth circumcised dick.

   "Aren't you tired?" the blondie asked. "You should put on your pjs
too."

   "Yea." he answered, crawling out of bed lazily. While he shucked
his clothes, he glared at his adopted cousin, who was shamelessly
ogling back at him. The naked boy was analyzing his every move as his
clumsy hands nervously pulled off his duds. But for once, he felt
courageous enough.

A breeze of freedom lifted his soul. Soon it would be over. He dug his
thumbs in the waistband of his Hanes briefs and prepared for the
reaction of his guest. With a swift gesture, he sent them to the
carpet.

   "Oh shit! Your dick's huge!" Shawn raved, contemplating the chubby
genitals. "It's bigger than my dad's!"

A flash of heat coloured Ackley's cheeks. His throat was dry. "Let's
let's put put on our pjs now." he stuttered.

   "Not yet!" Shawn protested, lunging from across the bedroom to
assail him.

The twelve-year-old redhead giggled as the turbulent youngster began
tickling him. He fell on the bed, carrying the eighty pounds of his
cousin over him, laughing wholeheartedly. The bare skin of the little
boy felt so good against his. He yearned to kiss him and cuddle him.
The pesky hands groped between his thighs. He rolled on his tummy
preventing further attacks from the demented rascal.

   "Get off me, lil' perv!" he yelled gleefully.

   "I wanna see it hard!" Shawn insisted, cupping his plump nutbag in
his moist palm and squeezing.

   "Owww!" Ackley vociferated. The kid was merciless, crushing his nuts
and pinching his butt cheeks. He gave up and cooperated, allowing the
exploration of his crotch. Shawn grasped the lengthening sausage between his 
fingers.

They panted and eyed each other with lust.

Wordlessly, the little boy began licking Ackley's cock thoroughly,
coating his dick in his spit until it glistened in the soft light of
the TV. He bent his head down and took the heavy nuts in his mouth,
sucking on them gently, rolling them around in his cavity to feel their
weight. He could just imagine the huge load of sperm sauce that Ackley's 
balls were churning out.

He released his bollocks and returned to his shaft, licking the hot wet
ramrod up and down, over and over again. His tongue twirled around his
hot, hard dickhead, chewing on it gently. Then, he took his entire
throbbing cockshaft into his little mouth, deep-throating him all the
way in. The older boy was hissing, contemplating his cousin's work, his
face locked in a look of complete beatitude.

   "Ohhhhh yeahhhhhh." he mumbled, grinding his oversized boycock into
the eager, hungry mouth.

Shawn slobbered some more over the long tower of flesh, flooding the
immense gift of nature with his saliva. His asshole was itching and he
straddled the boy's stomach, his legs on either side of him. The hot
piece of meat slided in his crack. He lifted up a bit, arched his
back, and felt the hard fiery cockhead poised below his tender anus.

Ackley suckled and nibbled the little boy's nipples, feeling the
clasping anal ring pinching the tip of his penis. It was almost more
than he could bear for his first fuck, as the blond boy lowered
himself onto him, taking his fat mature rod into his tight little butt.

The youngster impaled himself slowly on the rigid fuckpole, breathing
hard and crying out. He took the bulk of the erection in his rectum
and began bouncing on it. Suddenly, the need was stronger, building with 
each lift and plunge. Both cried out as waves of intense pleasure grew with 
each passing second.

Shawn jerked his small pecker and he fucked himself on the big stick.
He stuck his tongue out at the corner of his mouth, concentrating on
the perils of the acrobatic feat. With his sphincter, he milked the huge 
prick, hearing Ackley moan out of pure bliss. His young body was
wired. He bounced faster making the pleasure soar, until a glorious
torrent of shuddering release, peaked in a culmination of delight. His
little boner spit a timid wad in the older boy's bellybutton. He
stiffened up with the big spike up his ass, watching his little dick
twitch repeatedly.

When his orgasm waned. He dismounted from the big cock and attacked it
with his hand. The slimy pole was covered with their fuck juices.
Ackley's body undulated as he tried to keep his climax at bay. He
wanked harder, tugging on the bloated purplish head. The first jet of
boiling sauce blasted all the way to his cousin's contorted face.

He felt the spasming cock tremble between his little fingers. Wave after 
wave of thick, creamy cum came spewing out of the throbbing pole,
splashing on the boy's flat hairless chest. His body was trashing from
the violent and passionate orgasm. The final moderate spurts, dribbled
along his shaft, matting his wiry orange pubes.

Ackley beamed. He smiled genuinely, showing his steely braces. As if all the 
years of pent-up shame had been ejected with his ejaculation, he felt like a 
new boy.

   "Let's do it again!" Shawn said.

                                -=-

   Shawn stopped in the doorway of the teacher's small office and
cleared his throat to announce his presence. "You wanted to see me?" he
peeped.

   "Come in, yes. Close the door behind you and sit down." Harold said,
gesturing to him. "Be careful, they just waxed the floor. It's very
slippery."

   "Cool!" the randy youngster raved, sliding across the tiny room.

Harold observed the little boy until he was seated in front of him.
Then he inhaled loudly, uncertain as to how to discuss the issue with
tact and diplomacy. "I called you in, because I wanted to clear the air
between us."

   "Omkay." Shawn acquiesced, chewing his bubble gum.

   "That night. I shouldn't have been in that chat room. It was wrong.
And you shouldn't have been there also, doing what you were doing.
Remember?"

   "Is it very bad?"

   "Well, it's not THAT bad." the man answered. "But it's not that
stellar either."

   "Oh."

   "Do you understand?" he asked, sensing the lad was getting confused.

   "Yes."

   "I just want everything to be ok between us, since we're gonna be
spending the semester together. Let's forget it ever happened. Deal?"

   "Uh, uh."

The young teacher felt a weight lifted off his shoulder, hearing the
agreeable words of his charge.

   "Are you horny for me?" Shawn blurted out abruptly.

Harold couldn't believe his ears. He eyed the sassy kid, thinking
he was absolutely vulgar and uninhibited. A real brat, in the pure sense of 
the word. The kid had a smirk on his freckled mug that would have made even 
the straightest man fall completely head over heels for him. And he was 
convinced right then, that if he'd play his cards right, the boy would give 
him a blowjob before every test if he promised him an 'A' for it.

   "You can go now." he said, blushing brightly.

The blond boy lurched up and his left foot slipped on the waxed floor.
"Watch it!" Harold cried out, seeing the schoolboy stumble. An atrocious 
loud breaking sound chilled the man's blood as he witnessed the child's 
shoulder crash against the corner of his desk.

   "Are you all right, Shawn?" he blabbered, rushing to his side.

The small carcass was lying lifeless, eyes closed, mouth agape. He
turned the boy over to see the extent of the injury. A grimace of shock
gripped his face. The little arm was severed clean off the shoulder.
But where he should have seen a gory mess of blood and cartilages, there was 
a mish-mash of torn wires, drenched in a viscous yellowish soup. The fibre 
optic cables were twitching around the metallic clavicle. At the end of the 
severed arm, the round tip of a metallic bone was gleaming.

He gasped and backed off instinctively, unable to fathom what had
just unravelled before him. He removed his glasses and rubbed his
eyes, praying it was all a bad dream. For a moment, he gazed blankly
outside the window, feeling the sweat seep from his pores. Then he
looked down again. The inanimate robot boy had not moved at all since
he had last touched him. He stepped out of the office cautiously and
locked the door.


END of PART 2.

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