Date: Mon, 29 Sep 2003 09:47:45 -0400
From: David Smith <twofoldman@hotmail.com>
Subject: Secret World of Boys, Part Five

The Secret Lives of Boys (part 5)  (M/b anal, oral)
By twofoldman@hotmail.com

WARNING:  This story contains graphic depictions of sex
between adult males and minor boys.  Please do not continue
if you find this offensive, if you are underage or if this
type of story is illegal where you live.
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While all of the boys who came to me were eager and willing,
some were more experienced than others.  There were certain
boys who only played with me once, gifting me with vivid
memories of their boyish curiosity and gleeful lack of
sexual inhibitions, while other boys had developed a
definite hunger for sex, and in these cases I could tell I
wasn't just satisfying their curiosity, but fulfilling a
need.  Some of their seemingly innocent exteriors masked a
real passion that came alive when they were able to express
themselves sexually with me.  My first experience with
sexually active boys came from Mark and his younger friend
Kyle.  Kyle wasn't from my neighborhood, so my subsequent
contact with him was limited to one memorable winter morning
that we spent huddled naked under the heavy blankets of my
bed, my penis joyfully driving his tiny body through
countless dry orgasms.

Mark, on the other hand, returned to me often, sometimes
alone, sometimes with other boys who were also eager for my
sexual favors.  I quickly identified Mark as an extremely
active boy.  No matter how long it was between our sexual
activity, Mark's anus always bore a wide, dark bruise, the
telltale sign of an adult organ's frequent penetration.
Mark was a boy who knew what he liked.

He was also one of the more talkative boys who visited me.
We would stay naked in bed after our sex, cuddling and
talking for as long as he liked, and it was Mark who often
planted the seeds for my own need to push the envelope
further.  One example of this was when Mark told me about a
"secret" place that boys would go to be sexual.  We were
lying quietly together, Mark tugging absently on my now
completely limp and exhausted organ, when suddenly he spoke.

"Did you ever go shopping at the Highway Mall?" he asked me.

"I used to, but there's hardly anything there anymore."

The Highway Mall was once a small but fairly busy shopping
center until the businesses were depleted by a larger
"supermall" that had opened just ten minutes away.  It still
housed a grocery store, a convenience store, and a fast food
spot, but most of the other retail shops in the mall had
relocated to the larger facility, leaving behind a number of
vacant storefronts that had now been converted into rented
storage units.  The mall still had a small arcade that was
popularized by the local kids, who would sometimes show up
on their bikes to play games all day in the summer months.

"Yeah, nobody hardly goes there anymore except to the go to
the grocery store.  But kids go there to play video games a
lot."

"So why do you ask?" I asked, intrigued.

"Welllll.." he mused, teasingly.

I played along and tickled him mercilessly until he gave.

"Alright, alright!" he giggled, "I'll tell you!"

I let him quiet down, and then he spilled the beans.

"I go there to suck dicks and do other dirty stuff with
guys!"

"You mean other boys?"

Mark shook his head.  "No, older dudes!  Lots of guys come
there to get their dicks sucked, and there's lots of boys
who go there to suck 'em."

I was skeptical.  "Where does this happen, Mark?"

He launched into his explanation, suddenly the expert on a
subject I knew nothing about.  "Well, you know where the
arcade is?  You go all the way down to the other end of the
mall on that side, past those empty spaces, and there's a
long hallway.  At the end of the hallway is a bathroom.  If
you go in there, there's always some guys in there who wanna
fool around."

Once again, I was speechless.  "Mark, that could be really
dangerous.  You don't know what kind of people could be
hanging around there."

He seemed undaunted.  "Only guys who wanna get their dicks
sucked."

"No, there could be all sorts of bad men who would wait in
there to hurt little boys, or kidnap them, or."

"No way," he argued.  "Somebody would know if there was
trouble.  There are always people hanging around right
outside in the mall.  Nobody shops there anymore, but the
old guys go there to walk around the mall & sit on the
benches all day.  Some of 'em even go back in there to get
sucked off, or to fuck."

"You suck off old guys back in there?" I marveled.

"Sure, why not?  I play around with you, and you're old!"

I wrestled him to the bed again, tickling him mercilessly,
until my organ once again swelled to life and I entered him.
I was distracted as I brought him to sexual pleasure once
more, lost in the thought of what he had just told me.
There was yet another level of sexual awareness that I was
about to become familiar with, and I could sense it.  Even
though I disapproved of this activity in theory, I knew I
would investigate on my own.  As Mark writhed in climax
beneath me, his legs locked almost painfully around my
waist, I considered the implications of what he had revealed
to me.

2

It wasn't long before I took action.  I had to think very
carefully about checking out such a place, since I was a
visible citizen of the community due to my status as a
teacher.  It was summer, so I wore an old pair of baggy
shorts, a tank top, and a battered ballcap with a pair of
wraparound sunglasses.  It wasn't much of a disguise, but it
did shield my eyes and my hair from recognition, and I hoped
that the shabbiness of the clothes I wore would help make me
less recognizable.

As I drove to the mall, it occurred to me how perfect it was
for young boys to have access.  Located along a once-busy
four-lane highway, the rear side of the mall faced a semi-
rural community, where both expensive and humble homes were
located on large plots of land.  The parents of the children
who inhabited this area were probably likely to let their
kids roam free all day, and any child with a bike could have
easily made it to the mall, accessing it from behind through
a thin patch of woods.

Likewise, the mall was accessible to the seniors that Mark
had mentioned due to the mall's location on a frequent
busline.  As I pulled my truck into the parking lot, I mused
that the mall was probably full of both seniors and kids on
any given weekday.

I chose to enter the mall from the side entrance rather than
through the more popular grocery store entrance.  I noticed
a group of bikes chained to the rack outside the entrance,
indicating that there were some kids here today.  Inside the
air-conditioned mall, the stillness was almost eerie.  Once
a thriving shopping center, the place seemed all but
abandoned in comparison.

I walked along the corridor until I passed the arcade,
crossing over to the other side so I wouldn't be as
conspicuous.  There were two small groups of kids in there,
standing in front of the machines, and two were playing air
hockey in the back.  I was curious about where this men's
room was, since there was a short hallway right here with
two pay phones and a men's & women's room.  I knew this
wasn't the place Mark had mentioned, though.  It was too
noticeably located.  I kept walking and passed the other
lots in the wing, now all gone and replaced by storage
facilities.  On the small upper balcony was a local utility
that had rented the space for office use.

I did notice several benches along the corridor where older
men sat, a few alone and a few in pairs, talking.  They
regarded me casually as I passed, and one didn't take his
eyes off of me until I rounded the bend.  Here was a dead
end, facing a mall entrance that had been discontinued and
blocked off, but I immediately saw the hallway Mark had told
me about.  It looked almost ominous. The lighting wasn't as
good back here, and the hallway seemed dim.  I slowed my
walk, making sure my footsteps could not be heard, and crept
along the hallway toward the back, where I could see two
doors that marked the restrooms.  My idea was to try and
surprise anybody who was back here.  I didn't want to give
myself away or scare them off if there was sexual activity
going on.  I was nervous, in fact I was shaking as I
approached the men's room door.  The dimness of the hallway
enveloped me.

I stood outside the door and listened.  I couldn't hear
anything at all, so I reached out and softly pushed on the
door.  It gave gently and soundlessly, cushioned by the
hydraulic arm, and I slipped inside, easing it shut without
any sound as well.

It was immediately clear to me that sex was going on in the
men's room.  I couldn't see anything yet because there was a
short inner hall in front of me, but I could hear soft, wet
sounds coming from the main area, and I carefully rounded
the bend.  Nobody was out in the open.  There were two empty
urinals and a short row of stalls at the back, and I
carefully crept over to these.  No feet were visible from
the side.the cubicles were divided by stone walls that went
all the way to the floor.but I could see that the metal
privacy doors had a short space below.  As I got closer, I
realized that at least two of the cubicles were occupied.  I
passed one of them, still carefully, as to not give away my
presence, and back here the sounds of sex were even
stronger.  I began to get a raging erection as it was clear
to me that at least one of the participants was probably
very young.  I could hear his soft gasps, unmistakably pre-
pubescent.  I realized I wasn't going to be able to peek
under the doors without being seen, so another idea came to
mind.  I slipped into the open stall between the closed
doors and stood there for a moment.  The sex carried on, so
I surmised that I hadn't been noticed yet.  Then I very
carefully mounted the toilet seat, placing one foot on it
and hoisting myself up using the top edge of the secure wall
for support.  I leaned over carefully and peered into the
neighboring stall from above.

My cock surged as I saw a young boy of about eight kneeling
between the outstretched legs of a very large fifty-
something bald man who was seated, leaning back on the
toilet with his pants around his ankles.  The boy was lost
in the act of fellatio, his mouth pistoning up and down on
the upper portion of the man's ample cock.  The man's shirt
was pushed up to his neck, exposing his large, round belly
and full chest, soft but manly in its bulk.  Neither one of
them noticed me.  I watched enviously as the boy sucked, his
left hand trailing through the man's pubic hair while his
right hand cradled the man's bulging, pendulous scrotum.

I leaned back and breathed deeply to steady myself, smelling
the mixed odors of disinfectant, stale piss, and sex.

I had to peer into the other cubicle, too.  Switching sides,
I slowly leaned over and was startled to see another man's
face peering back at me.  My eyes got very wide, and we
stared at one another momentarily.  His face was unsmiling
but calm.  I leaned over and took in more of his body and
could see now that his torso was moving back and forth.  His
button-up work shirt was open, revealing his hairy chest and
groin, which was rutting back and forth into the ass of a
small boy kneeling on the toilet.  This was the boy gasping
quietly as the man fucked him.  The man's hands held the
boy's hips firmly.  I guessed the boy to be about nine or
ten.  The man was only in his late thirties and dressed in a
blue maintenance uniform.  The patch on his open shirt
identified him as "Chuck".  He defiantly fucked the boy as I
watched, seemingly pleased that I was watching him.  It was
incredibly bold of him, considering that he was engaged in
an activity that could land him in jail if I had happened to
be a vice cop, or even someone who would report such a thing
going on.

Chuck silently pulled out of the boy, making sure I got a
good look at his solid endowment before he plunged it back
into the boy.  The boy cooed softly, thrilling at the man's
technique.  Chuck's pants, which were down around his ankles
as well, jingled as he shifted slightly, spreading his feet
wider apart and moving faster.

My mind was whirling.  I leaned over to the other side and
watched the other couple for a moment.  The boy was still
working, and apparently the man was content to let the boy
suck him off.  They still were not aware of me, so I left
them to themselves, this huge man and the tiny boy
pleasuring him.

I returned to Chuck and his boy, and Chuck looked at me
again.  Still fucking into the boy, he eased one arm back
and unlatched the cubicle invitingly.  I could not resist.

Climbing down from my perch, I clambered over to the
neighboring stall, greeted by the sight of Chuck's thrusting
ass.  I was never turned on by men at all, and in fact I
didn't even really consider myself gay, although I regularly
had sex with boys and had even lost interest in females
altogether.  But seeing Chuck fucking into that boy
mesmerized me.  I had never been a third-party witness to an
act of man-boy sex, and as I slipped into the cubicle, I
felt that once again something was changing inside of me.
The boy was now aware of me, and in the cramped confines of
the cubicle, I eased beside the couple the best I could.  I
chose the side without the paper dispenser, and I edged to
the front of the cubicle so that I could see the boy more
clearly.  He was very cute, light brown hair and a freckled
face that could best be described as "all American".  His
expression, however, was lustful and revealed the tension in
his body as Chuck stimulated him from behind, the stress of
the man's large cock inside his body equaling the pleasure
it caused simultaneously.

My erection jutted obscenely inside my shorts, and the boy
pawed at it eagerly.  In a flash I dropped my shorts,
allowing my stiff organ to bounce freely.  The boy gasped
and Chuck whistled lowly, both of the impressed with my
size.  My ego swelled at their praise, and the boy clutched
at the organ gamely.  I leaned as far into the corner as I
could and the boy latched his mouth around the bulbous tip
of my cock.  I gasped at the contact.  I wondered if we
should even try to be quiet, after all, the two in the other
cubicle were surely aware of us, and the restroom was so far
removed from the sparse mall traffic that surely nobody
would hear.  However, I knew we were in a public place, and
there was always the chance that somebody might genuinely
come in here to use the restroom.  It was a dangerous game
we were playing, although Chuck, the boy, and the other
couple didn't seem to be too concerned, so I trusted that
they knew what they were doing.

As the boy sucked me eagerly, I watched Chuck's groin ram
into his butt.  The boy's hips were so slim compared to
Chuck's, and Chuck had to lean down slightly to reach the
boy's anal opening, even though he was balanced on the
commode.  As I took in the sight of Chuck pummeling the boy,
all of us heard the man in the other stall reach his orgasm,
his huffing and puffing growing increasingly louder until he
groaned uninhibitedly as he ejaculated.  The boy sputtered
loudly, apparently flooded with the man's semen.  The big
man gasping as he finished his climax, then the rustling of
clothes as he composed himself and left the restroom.  I was
wondering if the boy left, too, when I saw him through the
slim openings of the closed door, lurking outside the stall.
Chuck disengaged from the willing little butt in front of
him and flicked open the door again, this time shambling
outside the stall into the open area of the restroom, pants
still around his ankles.  His erection swung out in front of
him as he moved into the outer room, finally leaning against
the wall and stroking his cock for the other boy to see.
Meanwhile, the kid in the stall with me climbed off of the
commode and moved toward the cubicle door as well.  It was
only then that I noticed that his underwear and shorts were
hanging from the hook on the stall door.  He got down on all
fours in front of Chuck, brazenly on the floor of the rest
room, and Chuck knelt behind him again, easing into him and
resuming his steady fuck.

The other boy stood in front of me and took my cock into his
mouth.  The boy was blonde and chubby, and although he wore
a pair of shorts, he was shirtless.  I could see streaks of
fluid on his chest, presumably where the big man's semen had
drooled out of his mouth.

The kid was good-it was easy for me to tell that the big guy
who just left had blown a damn good nut--but as I watched
Chuck going to town on that other boy's ass, I knew a
blowjob wouldn't be enough for me.  The thrill of this
public encounter was carrying me away with it, and I wanted
to fuck into this boy's tight little hole right alongside
Chuck.  I gently moved the boy off of my cock and he
released it, letting it spring up in front of him.  He
looked up at me questioningly, until I leaned down on my
haunches and lowered his shorts gently.  Then he understood.
He stepped out of the shorts and turned around, nude except
for his tennis shoes, presenting me with his cute little
butt.  It was full and round, even though he was so young.
He obediently bent over at the waist, and I got a good look
at his little pucker.  Considering how willing he was to
bend over, I estimated that this was not his first time,
although I couldn't be sure.  I didn't plan on asking.  I
dove into his crack only long enough to get it sufficiently
lubricated and loose.  Soon he was kneeling in front of me
on the floor next to Chuck's boy.  I took my place beside
Chuck and eased into the boy.  It was careless and the boy
was clearly in pain, but I was urged on by his unwillingness
to cry out.  He wanted this as bad as I did.  Instead of
staring at the boy in front of me, I stared at Chuck and the
boy he was fucking.  I watched the movement of their bodies
and the wide gaping space that was occupied by Chuck's adult-
sized member.  It was amazing how a boy's body could adjust
to such a thing, but I had never seen it from this
particular perspective before.  As I watched, Chuck's boy
climaxed, arching his back and gasping out loud.

Chuck wasn't far behind; apparently the grip of the kid's
hole as he got off was enough to make Chuck pop.  I could
tell he was tensing up, and his thrusts were becoming more
rapid.  Finally he took a deep breath, held it momentarily,
and heaved it back out again in release.  Evidently going
for a show, he held on to the base of his organ and leaned
his hips back, allowing to upper portion to disengage from
the boy's anus, and I distinctly saw a thick, steady stream
of white fluid emptying directly into the boy's gaping hole.
Chuck jerked the rest of it over his naked back, his thick
white load spurting down over the boy's bare buttocks, and
as my eyes momentarily flicked up at his face, I saw he was
gazing directly into my face, watching me watch him get off
on this boy.  It was over relatively quickly, and the boy
stood up to clean the semen off of his butt with some towels
from the dispenser.

I knew I could do him one better.  I deliberately pushed
myself over the edge, my heavy balls drawing up tight
against my body.  I groaned out loud and leaned back so that
my cock popped out of the boy's hole.  To my surprise, and
apparently to Chuck's, the naked boy whirled around and
placed his face right in front of my groin, his tongue
hanging out lewdly to catch my load.  He was just in time.

I gripped my erection and jerked it frantically as my body
tensed and, as usually happens when I orgasm, the first jets
of my load blasted out rapidly and forcefully, splattering
against the boy's nose and lips.  After the big blast, I
moved in closer and aimed the tip of my cock to allow the
thick pulses to arc into his waiting mouth.  My aim was
fairly accurate, a few dribbles plopping down onto the tiles
of the floor and a few overshooting his mouth and landing on
his cheeks.  Chuck whistled low again in appreciation of the
way I blasted off.  The first kid was long gone by this
point.  The kid in front of me swallowed what was in his
mouth and held onto my cock, nursing whatever remnants he
could from my softening organ.  Then he scrambled over to
the sink to wipe off his face.  I was still slowly stroking
my dick as he snatched his clothes from the back of the
stall door, and then he was gone too.

Chuck had zipped up his pants and was casually smoking a
cigarette as I got back into my shorts.  I stood washing my
hands at the sink as I caught my breath.  He regarded me for
a moment and extended his hand.

"Chuck" he said.  His voice was surprisingly low.

"Dave" I lied as I shook his hand.

"Smoke?" he offered.  I shook my head no.

He sized me up for a few moments more before speaking again.
"You fuck many of these little boy sluts here before?"

Crazily I found myself on guard, as if he were trying to
lure me into a confession.  Apparently it didn't occur to me
that he had just engaged in the same lewd, illegal behavior
that I had.  "This is the first time I've ever been here," I
responded.

"Shit, I stop here all the time when I get some time during
the work day.  There's always some little boy pussy hangin'
around here, lookin' to eat a load or get fucked in the
ass."

This was so surreal to me, and I was still dumbfounded by
this realization, I could only grunt in recognition.

"Gotta watch, though," he continued, "Lotsa fags come in
here too lookin' for cock.  They'll make a play for you if
there are no boys around.  Coupla times I was doin' my thing
in here and they tried to bust in on the action.  Kinda
freaked when they saw I was doin' one of the boy sluts,
tried to make a scene.  I don't think they'd blab, though.
It would ruin their fun, too, if they did."

"Do you think anybody from the mall knows about what goes on
in here?"

Chuck stifled a laugh.  "Who do you think I work for?"

He didn't give me any time to comment.  "I'm the only one
really who has to take care of this place.  My company has a
contract with a bunch of local businesses like this one.  We
come here to clean the restrooms and I'm the one who got
assigned here.  So, lucky me."

Chuck casually ran some water over his cigarette and then
flicked it into the garbage can as he spoke to me.

"There's no mall security here anymore since the businesses
all ran dry.  Most of the customers use the john down by the
arcade at the other end.  They don't come down here.  This
place is for dirty little boys lookin' for dick.  And dirty
old men lookin' for dirty little boys."  He grinned lewdly
at me and I felt filthy all of a sudden.  He must have
noticed the look on my face.

"Shit man, if it wasn't us it would be someone else who
might treat 'em a lot worse.  Least we give 'em what they're
lookin' for, and we do it proper."  That last bit sounded
like praise to me, and I smiled.

He started to make for the door.  "You hangin' out here some
more?  If you are, you might get some more if you're
patient.  Just hang over at the urinals and pull it out when
they come in.  They'll have you back in a stall droolin' on
your johnson in no time."

I didn't know what to say.  He didn't wait for me to
respond.  "See ya around, big dude."

I stayed but not for long, just long enough to give Chuck
some time to be gone by the time I went out to get in my
truck.  I didn't want him seeing what kind of vehicle I
drove, at least not just yet.  I found myself wishing there
was a way I could exit the mall right here without having to
walk back through the corridor, but the entrance had been
closed off and was no longer in use.  I tried to look casual
as I strolled back through the mall, past the men sitting on
the benches and the kids in the arcade.  I was still dazed
as I got back home.  I thought I knew everything there was
to know about the secret world of boys, but I was
discovering that it was just the beginning.