Date: Sun, 8 Jan 2012 01:28:07 -0600
From: s a <midwest12cs@gmail.com>
Subject: Pleasuring Kai

WARNING: This story contains pedophilia, coprophilia, urolagnia, and
sadomasochism, as well as offensive language.  I am the sole creator of
this work.  Please feel free to contact me at the above email address.

Pleasuring Kai

By Peter Pyle


     I was twenty one at the time and sick of living near my hometown.

     Resultantly, I talked to David, a childhood buddy, and he got me in
touch with his sister, Jennifer, who helped get me a job at her Mickey D's
in Ridgemond.  Ridgemond was two hours away and was a picturesque mountain
town, which was a popular, winter ski destination.  I started working in
the daytime, which was opposite of Jennifer, and I moved into a shitty but
costly studio apartment.

     Jennifer was a naturally pretty woman in her late twenties.  However,
she also looked a little haggard.  She would usually come in with
disheveled clothes and messy hair, and she always looked like she hadn't
slept for days.  Furthermore, she didn't say much, but when she did, she
was a total bitch.

     After a few months, management moved me to the graveyard shift with
Jennifer.  Jennifer had heard my lease was almost up, so she suggested I
move in with her and her sons into their three bedroom apartment.  She told
me her youngest was six and his name was Matthew, I think.  She said her
oldest was eleven and his name was Kai.  She also said they were
rambunctious, and she suspected Kai had been molested when he was younger
because he acted weird.  She was very vague and nonchalant when she told me
that.

     I started moving in a week later.  Her apartment was vast and sturdy,
but dirty and cluttered.  There were piles of junk and clothes everywhere,
as well as stains, mold, and mildew.  It also smelled like cigarettes from
Jennifer smoking all the time.

     Early that first morning, I went to my room and began unpacking, while
Jennifer slept in the living room.  Soon the boys came home and I met them.
They acted like they had known me forever.

     Matthew was scrawny and freckly like his mom, but unlike her, he had
black hair, blue eyes, and pale skin.  He was also hyper and talked a lot
of gibberish, and I think he might have had a learning disability.
However, Kai looked nothing like his mom or brother.  He was average built
with a small belly and was naturally dark.  His thin, straight hair was so
long it covered his ears.  Being half Filipino, his eyes were also big and
catlike.  Furthermore, like his brother, he was hyper and talked loud.
Surprisingly, though, they never seemed to fight.

     After a half an hour, Jennifer awakened.  I told her I was going to
the store, but she was still out of it.  The boys overheard me and invited
themselves along.  She told Kai to change his pants because they were
dirty.  I went to my room and got my jacket.  When I walked out, I found
Kai wandering the hallway, looking for his pants, and wearing only his
shirt and socks.  I had barely just met him, but there I was staring at his
cock, which was over an inch long and looked like a macadamia nut.  It also
looked like an anteater with a half inch of pointy foreskin.  I had never
seen an uncut cock before, so I was pretty excited.  I could feel a throb
in my head, twinge in my cock, and butterflies in my stomach.  "I just have
to find my pants," he said and went to his room.

     For a week, I didn't see him naked again.  However, I did see him in
his tighty-whiteys a few times.  One of those times was when I was cleaning
the bathtub.  He came in and started helping.  At one point, he
unintentionally bent over next to my face.  I could see his tiny skid marks
through his briefs and smell their faint, musky odor.

     One day, he went into my room and woke me up.  "Hey bud," I mumbled.

     "I think my mom's at the store.  Can you get me something to drink?"
he asked.

     For a second, I thought that was an odd request.  "Yeah, let me wake
up first."

     He scampered off to his room.  I went to the kitchen and poured him
some apple juice.  Briefly, I noticed Matthew watching cartoons in the
living room.

     I went to Kai's room and froze in shock.  Kai was completely naked and
lying spread eagle on his bed.  I could see his dark, meaty ass and tiny,
darker hole.  His cock seemed hard with its head peeking out its foreskin.
"Googoo, gaga," he cooed like a baby.  I continued to stand there, staring
in breathless horror.  "Baby wants drink."  I was trembling so bad I could
barely hand him the cup.  He tilted his head up and opened his mouth to
signal for me to pour the juice inside.  I complied but was so nervous I
spilled some on his chin, which he immediately wiped away with his hand.
"Baby wants powder on his butt."  I looked at him in confusion.  "It's in
the cabinet in mom's bathroom," he said, breaking character.

     I went to the living room.  "Is your mom back yet, Mattie?" I asked
Matthew, as my voice started to crack.

     "Naw," he mumbled almost unintelligibly.

     I walked to Jennifer's room and knocked on the door.  I didn't hear
anything, so I entered and got the powder.

     I returned to Kai's room.  For a few seconds, I just stood there,
confused.  "Put powder on baby's butt," Kai said, back in character.  I
twisted the cap and squeezed the bottle.  Chunks of hard powder fell on his
crotch, as if the powder was too old.  I started breaking it up with my
fingers.  "Rub it all over baby."

     I hesitated and then started rubbing it on his crotch.  My hand then
gently traveled up to the creases between his legs.  His cock and balls
twitched, as I worked it into those folds.  I then ran my finger down his
crotch and onto his hole.  Feebly, I twirled my finger against it.  At
first, it was tight and dry, but then I started twirling faster and it
became looser and wetter.  Within seconds, I was so horny I stuck my
fingertip into him, which made him immediately writhe and moan.  He felt
very tight, wet, and warm inside.

     Suddenly, I heard the living room door open.  "Get dressed," I gasped.

     I shoved the bottle in my pocket without even tightening the lid.  I
then picked up his pants and flung them in his direction.  I bolted out of
there and into my room.  Soon I heard Jennifer putting groceries away in
the kitchen.

     A couple of weeks passed, and I only caught glimpses of him naked
after he showered.  Also, the only physical contact I had with him was when
we wrestled or he sat on my lap.  A few times, he also crawled in my bed
and cuddled next to me for a few minutes.

     One day, he came home and asked, "Can you help me?"

     "Sure," I replied and finished eating in the kitchen.

     I went to find him in his room, but he wasn't there.  I then returned
to the hallway and noticed Jennifer's door open.  "Are you in there, Kai?"
I called out.

     "Yeah, come in," he answered.

     I walked into a whiff of shit.  The bathroom door was open, and Kai
was sitting on the toilet.  He was wearing only his shirt and was hunched
over with his legs spread wide.  The rest of his clothes were scattered on
the floor.  "What you need help with?" I asked.

     Suddenly, he rose to hover over the toilet.  "Can you wipe my butt?"

     I was slightly nervous, but not as bad as last time.  I went over,
rolled toilet paper around my hand, and wiped him from the front.  I
repeated that two or three more times.  The shit on the paper looked like
brown slime, whereas the shit in the toilet looked like sweet pickles.
"I'm going to pee," he said abruptly.

     I backed away, and he rose higher.  His tiny, oval head peeked out of
his foreskin, and a clear stream of piss started spraying out.  Some of it
spilled on the toilet, and a light mist hit my face and arms.  I giggled
and he giggled, too.

     A month passed by.  In that time, I became more comfortable with his
nudity.  I would even wrestle and hold him against me while he was naked.
I didn't touch his private parts again, even though once he asked me to.  A
few times, he bent over and spread his asshole to reveal his pink, juicy
insides.  His brother would sometimes strip down, too, and run around and
scream gibberish at the top of his lungs.  Jennifer seemed mostly oblivious
to everything, but would occasionally yell for Kai or both of them to put
on their clothes.  She seemed to be getting crankier and started sleeping
heavier.  Furthermore, sometimes I wondered what would happen if I showed
Kai my penis, but in the end, I was too shy to.

     Soon work started to get more difficult.  Jennifer was so tired all
the time she began fucking up.  Before long, management was watching us
carefully.  Instead of waiting to get fired, I called my old boss and asked
for my job back.  She said I could come back anytime, but she recommended I
look into the Army when I return, like I had always told her I would do.

     I told my supervisor I was quitting, but she didn't care.  I asked if
I needed to wait two weeks, but she still didn't care.

     It was my last night at Jennifer's.  I had packed all my belongings
and had them loaded in my car.  I was going to drive out the next morning
and never look back.  However, before I did, Jennifer asked me for a favor.
She wanted me to watch the boys for one last night, so she could take care
of business out of town.  I told her I would love to.

     The boys immediately got naked after she left.  Matthew scurried off
to his room to trash it, while Kai sat on my lap to watch TV.

     After a few minutes, Kai grabbed my hand and put it on his cock.  It
was the first time I felt it.  Immediately, I pulled back his foreskin and
discovered tiny white stuff under it.  It was both flaky in spots and
creamy in others, and left a sour stench on my fingers.  I thought it was
cum for the longest time, until I heard about smegma a few years later.

     Soon Matthew came running into the living room, and I quickly pulled
my hand away from Kai.  Matthew plopped down on the couch beside us.  The
three of us then watched TV, until Matthew started to dose off.  "Take me
to my room," Kai commanded.

      I gave Kai a piggyback ride to his room, as I sometimes did.  I then
flung him on his bed and began to wrestle with him.  "Hey, can I show you
something?" he asked abruptly.

     "What's that?" I replied.

     "Lie down and close your eyes."

     Smiling in anticipation, I lied down on his bed with my eyes closed.
I could then feel the inside of his thighs brush against me, as he moved
towards my head.  Within seconds, I could tell he was hovering over my
chest.  I opened my eyes to the sight of his hard cock.  I also noticed
tiny prickly bumps above it, like he was starting to get hair.

     He grabbed the headboard, leaned forward, and pressed his cock against
my lips.  He then started rubbing it all over my face.  Soon I opened my
mouth and engulfed it whole, as he moaned loudly.  He had a slight fishy
taste, which made me hornier.  I could also feel his juicy veins and loose
skin in my mouth.

     Before long, he was fucking my hungry mouth.  I reached up and put my
hands on his meaty ass and shoved him harder against me.  Seconds later, I
smacked his ass, jiggling it.  It didn't take long before I felt and tasted
his cum.  It was a tiny spray, but it tasted warmly sweet, unlike big boy
cum.

     He caught his breath.  "What did that taste like?" he asked.

     Suddenly, my animal instincts took over, and I yanked him down on his
bed, shoved his legs apart, and began eating him out, ferociously.  I left
such a huge, dripping mess that his hole started squeaking, as I then
fingered it.  His insides felt so tight and warm it gave me a raging hard
on.  He moaned, groaned, and writhed to the pounding of my finger.  Soon I
got some resistance.  "Oh, it's hurting," he whined.

     I pulled my finger out, as he farted and sputtered.  His poor, little
hole was left red, gaping, and leaking.  "I'm so sorry," I muttered.

     "It's okay," he said, unfazed.

     Devilishly, he then smirked, and his hole winked, as if begging for
more.

     However, I lied on his bed, and he crawled into my arms.  Tenderly, I
rubbed his battered hole and then caressed the rest of him for ten minutes.
He fell asleep halfway through it.  I then gently pulled him off, slipped
his blanket over him, and shut off the light.

     I left his room and never saw him again.

     For years, I lived in fear over those few months; I kept thinking I
was going to be arrested, but I never was.

     To this day, I still wonder what became of him.  Sometimes I find
myself searching for him on FB, but to no avail.  Maybe it's for the best,
though.

The End