Date: Fri, 1 Oct 2004 06:46:26 -0700 (PDT)
From: StSeb@flashmail.com
Subject: Saint Sebastians Chapter 1

THIS ISN'T TRUE.  NOT EVEN A LITTLE.  CHILDREN DON'T WANT TO HAVE SEX
WITH ADULTS.  IT IS INCREDIBLY HARMFUL TO THEM TO BE FORCED OR COERCED
INTO IT.  IF YOU BELIEVE YOU MAY AT SOME POINT TRY TO ENGAGE IN SEXUAL
ACTIVITY WITH A CHILD PLEASE SEEK PROFESSIONAL HELP NOW, PROFESSIONALS
CAN AND WILL HELP YOU.  YOU CAN GET BETTER.

What a cute little tushy.  Round, firm but soft, so very smooth.  And
mine, all mine.  Mine to do what I pleased, to fiddle with, lick, wash,
plug, finger and fuck.  Mine to love, abuse or amuse, whatever I wanted
to do, almost whenever I wanted.

He was one of the boys in the dorm I supervised and he had arrived
already......trained.  In fact he had arrived here at St. Sebastian's
Academy, school for boys not loved enough to be kept at home, with
certain, non-standard, needs and desires.  He's never told me who "broke
him in" but rarely a day goes by when I don't offer up silent thanks to
that wonderful man.  I say man, who knows maybe it was a boy, a brother
perhaps or a young friend, maybe it was a particularly kinky woman, a
nanny with a strap on, maybe his own father or mother or uncle or
grandparent.  I may never know.  I guess it doesn't really matter, what
matters is that he's one of my residents and my, whenever I want,
plaything.

I first met him when he was 8 years old and starting his first year at
St. Sebs.  I noticed his delightful blond mop, button nose and twinkling
eyes that first day as his parents butler helped him move in, not common
but not unknown here at Sebs.  He was in one of the first year's quad
rooms with another couple of boys.

The second time I noticed him was a couple of days later when it was time
for their first shower.  Little boys generally avoid bathing so here at
St. Sebs we require a minimum of three showers a week and to ensure that
the tykes actually take them they're group affairs supervised by the dorm
head, that's me.  Typically the boys are somewhat shy first time around,
not him, he was stripped down before the changing room door was closed
and, on top of his eagerness to get naked, was clearly interested in the
equipment around him, craning his neck to check out his classmates
packages.  He even had the stones (little as they might have been) to ask
me if I was going to shower too!  Between the forwardness of his request
and the glance I'd had of his hardening two inches of hairless
uncircumcised wiener and tight sack holding two very small nuts I
certainly was going to get in the shower with this class (of course I
usually did anyway).  "Sure but I'll wait until everybody is in already"
and I did.

As the last of the little guys stepped into the large shower room I
shucked off my togs and followed them in.  Most were already under the
showers but some needed some goading.  I walked the perimeter of the room
encouraging a shampoo here or a good scrubbing there and ensuring
everybody got a good look at Mr. Happy.  My special little guy was
particularly interested, he was also very into his shower and made sure
to get very clean.  I chose a showerhead close to him so I could keep an
eye on him.  As I watched I became shocked at just how into getting clean
he was, within moments of getting under the shower he'd built up quite a
lather in his crotch and was now sliding his fist back and forth on his
stiff little member, he even started to slide his foreskin back and forth
over his little twig exposing and hiding his pink head over and over
again.  My control is epic but this show started to stiffen me up so I
turned up the cold to  keep wilted.  Seconds later he did something that
nearly overwhelmed the power of a cold shower.  Without missing a stroke
on his tool he bent slightly forward and slid a hand around back.  The
index finger from that hand started to play with his rosebud and a second
later was buried to base in his little hole.  Then the second hand
started to stroke in time with the first.  The whole time he was doing
this he was looking around the room check, I think, for reactions, I
noticed he was looking both at faces and crotches.  He certainly looking
long and lingeringly at my cock every time he glanced my way, I think he
was checking to see what effect he was having on it.  He wasn't having
all that much effect on my (thanks to the cold, cold water) but I did
notice a number of the other boys starting to salute the show, in fact
some of the other boys were stroking away as well though none of the
others had a hand around the back.  As he was starting to slide his
middle finger in with his index finger I decided that enough was enough.
Sure by the time they graduated every boy in this room would be pitching
if not catching, it was inevitable given the blossoming sex drive and
lack of female companionship, but this might be somewhat early for such
an explicit lesson.  "Ok everyone, I think you're clean enough, let's get
out and dry off".  The little horn dog dropped his dick and slipped his
fingers out of his Hershey alley (not a highway yet) and started to rinse
off as the others started wandered to the changing room. I was finishing
up my shower as he walked by and asked "do you want me to wash you?",
"no, not today but maybe another time" that got a big smile and off he
went.  I turned the warm water back on and finished off, it only took a
couple of strokes.

I expected the changing room to be empty when I walked out but the little
slut in training was still there as was another boy.  The other boy, all
dark hair and big eyes, was sitting on one of the changing benches and,
lo and behold, our little angle was down on his knees sucking the other
boy's lollypop.  Judging by the gasps and moans both boys were having
loads of fun.  In addition to sucking his new found friend out little
trail blazer was back pounding his own ass with a pair of fingers and,
given that he was really working his heiny back onto his hand, was really
loving it.  After about a minute the dark haired boy looked up and saw
me, his eyes widened and a look of terror crossed his face.  He stood up
knocking the other boy over and started to stammer.  "It's ok" I said
"don't worry about it, I'm not mad".  Close to tears he begged me not to
tell anyone, not to tell his Dad.  "I won't tell anyone, it's really ok,
you're not doing anything wrong".  He thanked me over and over as he
positively dove into his clothes and shot out the door.

I turned to the blond boy who was standing there with a bemused look on
his face.  "Looks like you made a new friend" I said.  "Yup, but he left
too soon" he replied and then continued "do you want to be my friend?".
I sat where the brunet had been moments before "Yes, I do".  He was down
on my cock in a shot.  He wrapped his tiny hands around my hot hard shaft
squeezing gently and started stroking slowly from the base to just below
the crown.  I noticed his other hand reach down to his own crotch but
rather than stroke is dick or finger his ass he just started to squeeze
his sack and tiny balls.  He kept up his squeezing as he eyed my boy
buster and slowly extended his tongue and touched it to the tip of my
cock.  "mmmmmm" he said as he started to lick the furrow on the bottom
side of my head then up to the piss slit at the tip.  His squeezing was
even more intense and I noticed that he'd captured his little willie in
the hand working so hard on his nut sack and he was working them like a
CEO works a worry bag, I figured they'd be bruised tomorrow.

Finally he leaned forward and pressed his lips to the tip of my cock.  He
griped the base strongly as he slowly slipped the head into his mouth.
It stretched his lips obscenely and must have nearly dislocated his jaw.
I felt the warm wet cave of his tiny mouth wrap around the now pulsing
tip of my penis, then he started to suck and release, suck and release.
I reached up to stroke his hair and face encouragingly, he must have
taken it as a request because he started to move forward slipping more of
my dick into his mouth.  As it hit the top of his throat he lifted up a
little, changed the angle of his head and started to slip my penis into
his throat.  I couldn't believe this little, maybe 70 lb boy, could
possibly take me into his throat but he certainly made a believer out of
me, this little fag couldn't get enough of me.  By the time he bottomed
out he had about five inches past his lips and was huffing and puffing
through his nose, then he started to bob.  He lifted his head until only
the head was in his mouth, then he sucked hard and started back down the
shaft, at the bottom of each stroke he'd swallow and I could feel his
throat ripple along the length of my shaft.  This hairless little bottom
was a pro.  As he picked up his pace he released the little hand that
had, up til now, been gripping the base of my tool and moved it to his
ass.  He spread his cheeks and wormed a finger back up his ass with
little or no effort then started to pump his ass with the same pace he
was bobbing on my cock.  Twenty more bobs/strokes and he had two fingers
up his tiny little hieny, twenty more and it was three of his little
fingers, twenty more and it was all four.

This went on for a while and I was getting very close to giving him a
protein dessert when he lifted his face from my dick.  "Please" he said
quietly before sucking the head back into his mouth and swirling his
little tongue around.  "What?  You have to ask for what you want" I
replied.  "Please, I^Å^Åwant it" he said.  "Want what?" I replied.
"Please, I want it^Å.back there^Å..I want you in my bum."  Now, finally
he was blushing, how incongruously funny.  "Oh, you want me to put it in
your tush?"  I asked.  "Uuuhhhnnnn, yeah please, oh god" he moaned.

"Maybe, but something else first" I said as I picked him up under the
arms and laid him down, on his back, on the bench.  It took him by
surprise and he dropped the hand squeezing his crotch to steady himself
(but the fingers in his ass stayed where they were).  His little soldier
was standing at attention and I reached down and took it firmly between
my thumb and first two fingers.  He was about 2 or 2 and a half inches,
maybe 3/4 of an inch across and very, very hard.  So hard it was like a
metal rod with skin.  His head was so swollen that his head was nearly
poking out of the foreskin, I gently tugged downwards and the skin
slipped back exposing his smooth slippery head.  The second I released
the skin slipped back over the tip and he moaned in delight.  I started
to stroke him up and down as I reached another hand out and started
squeezing his nipples, he really seemed to like that and was started to
squirm on the bench.  If he was liking that he positively loved when I
bent forward and took his little prong into my mouth and started rubbing
with my tongue.  He was really stabbing his ass with his fingers as I
started to worry the tip of his pecker with my tongue, slowly working it
inside his tight foreskin.  Suddenly it slipped back down over the head
again and I was free to lick all around the head of his tiny cock.

I pulled back and again took in the sight before me: his super stiff
little pecker now with its little head exposed stood over a sack so small
that it was really just a bulge of tight but wrinkled skin with two
little bumps beneath it between his cock and his ass, beneath that was
the smooth skin around his anus which was now so obscenely spread by his
probing fingers.  Taking his little sack between my thumb and bent index
finger I started to squeeze.  "You like that don't you?".  "Oh yes" he
replied "squeeze my bag, it feels good".  I started to squeeze harder,
not enough to injure but enough to give a little discomfort.  "You still
like that?  Does it hurt?"  "Unh, it hurts but it feels good too".  I
dove back in and this time took his sack in my mouth and sucked HARD.  He
moaned and I could feel his little weenie pulsing along my nose.  I
sucked and released, sucked and released, sucking hard enough that I
figured he'd get a hickey.  He moaned and squirmed under me, he even
reached down with his free hand and pushed my head harder into his
crotch, he was LOVING it.  I moved up slightly and captured his pecker as
well and felt it push against the roof of my mouth as I rubbed and
pressed his sack with my tongue, sucking and releasing over and over.
Soon I could feel his entire body start to tighten, I moved my tongue to
the head of his stick and started to circle it still applying suction
with my mouth, seconds later his entire body went ridged and then began
to spasm as he came.

When the twitching subsided I pulled off and looked down to where he had
his fingers buried to the knuckles in his hole.  I pulled his hand out,
lifted his hips and rolled him up to that only his head and shoulders
were on the bench.  He understood what I was doing and bent his legs so
his knees were up near his shoulders and his little ass was exposed and
spread before me.  I looked at his little pink eye, between the work out
he'd been giving it and the relaxation after such a strong orgasm it was
open slightly and I could see into his rectum.  I leaned forward and
planted a kiss on his sack, followed by his now limp little pecker, then
on each cheek before moving in.  I ran my tongue up his crack from bottom
to top grazing his hole, it twitched as I passed.  I moved back down and
started to circle feeling the muscles twitch and relax until finally the
tip of my tongue was pressing against the center of his boycunt.  I
pressed and it opened, my tongue slipped inside.  I started to plunge my
tongue in and out of his backdoor feeling his sphincter open and close on
my tongue almost like he was trying to get more inside.  I opened my eyes
and saw he was hard again, the little spike pressed up against his
belly.  Again he was really getting into this, his hands gripped the edge
of the bench and his head rolled back and forth.

By now I was ragingly hard and decided it was time.  I lifted up, placed
a foot on the floor on either side of the bench and pulled his small body
back towards me.  I leaned forward slightly and lifted his hips further
bringing the incredibly swollen head of my cock to his wet and relaxed
backdoor.  He knew what was about to happen next and as I teased him by
sliding the tip of my boy-plugger up and down his crack he asked me for
it "please, oh, oh, oh, put it in, oh, aaahhhh, in me".  I obliged.  His
apparently well used ring spread easily around the tip of my head and I
could feel the searing heat of his little chute against my flesh.  Even
though I'd filled him with spit and he'd probably worked some soap or
conditioner or whatever up there during the shower he wasn't overly wet
and there was still a fair amount of friction as I slowly pushed myself
in deeper.  As the crown popped in he let out a gasp and pushed back
against me swallowing up another inch or so, he was totally relaxed back
there to I kept pushing and slid smoothly in right up to the root.  There
we were, this little blond boy toy on his back hips in the air as I held
him to my crotch and my cock up in him to the root, stretching that
little ring wide.  I started to fuck in and out of his little boy-pussy
and he started to whine and moan.  He was very accommodating and in
moments I was banging away at full speed as he grunted with each thrust.

His little hand worked it's way back to his sack and pecker (now very
very hard) and started to squeeze and tug.  I batted it away and started
to maul him there myself, this only made him moan and grunt louder and I
felt his ring start to clench and unclench on my cock.  Thinking about
how he liked the cock and ball abuse gave me an idea, I lowered his hips
to the bench and bending his legs pushed his knees right up to his ears.
Now I lay right on top of his little body with my abdomen pressing hard
on his crotch as I again started banging away at his ass.  His face was
now pressed against my chest but I could still hear is muffled moans,
grunts and cries.  I asked him if he liked this and he replied
"unh....yeah....squeal...oh...yeah....fuck...me....fuck....ahhhhh.....meeee"
and I did harder and hard.  I felt his little hand try to sneak between
our bodies and I asked him if he wanted his cock and nuts squeezed more,
he did.

I pulled out and flipped him over laying him face down on the narrow
bench with his legs dangling over each side.  Pressing a hand on the
small of his back I pushed my cock deep into his ass again.  Now I lay
full length against his body and started pounding for all I was worth.
"how's that slut?  is your little cock crushed enough now?" "oh....oh....oh....yeah...oh...oh...yeah....god...its...aaahhhh.....so.....uuuh
hh.....good

,  yeah....fuckme...fuckme...fuckme"   I guess it felt good because after
only about 30 seconds of this he stiffened beneath me and I felt his tiny
ass grip my cock hard, two more thrusts and I was there filling his gut
with my seed.  I pumped my softening member in and out a few more times
then heard him grunt from underneath me "uh, get off".  Oh god, what had
I done?  Maybe I'd been wrong all along and he didn't really want to do
this.

I pulled out and sat back on the bench.  He sat up, turned around and was
right back down on my cock slurping it back into his mouth!  He had
wanted it, he'd wanted it all and now wanted either the rest of my cream
or to clean me off or, well who knows, no matter what he wanted me back
in his mouth.  He sucked the last dribble out two out me then cleaned me
off completely.  He pulled up off me with a big grin and asked "did I do
good?".  "Oh yeah baby, you did great.  Let me take a look at your little
pussy."  He must have known what I meant because he stood up with his
back to me and bent over spreading his cheeks.  There it was, that
luscious little hole now stretched wide, still open about an inch and I
could see his pulsing red insides coated with my thick white cum.

I turned him around again and sat him on my lap.  "So was that fun
baby?"  "Oh yeah, I loved it" he replied "can we do it again?"  "Oh I
think we'll be able to do that lots and lots" I said right before I gave
him a deep tongue kiss.



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