Date: Thu, 22 Sep 2016 07:46:01 +0200 (CEST) From: z.blake@tutanota.com Subject: Take a Gander at Alexander (Revised) TAKE A GANDER AT ALEXANDER By Zachyboy M/b, oral, anal The following story is a work of fiction and contains sexual situations between an adult male and an underage boy. If reading this type of material is illegal where you live or you find the content personally objectionable, please be a sport and leave. Nifty readers access a ton of free stories for every dollar donated to operate the site. Please be one of the good guys and pitch in your fair share. Support the Nifty Archive Alliance. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # Author's Note: I like my street boy stories. I've done several of them now, and there always seems to be a new boy just waiting to be born. Badger in "Giving Me Lip" http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/giving-me-lip/ Eduardo in "Best Little Handjobs in Texas" https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/best-little-handjobs-in-texas Matthijs in "Smell This 20" https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/urination/smell-this/smell-this-20 Street hustler boys, (cue the movie), are angels but not angels. I've never met one, but in my stories, I imagine them to be hard and jaded and way too experienced, with an underlying vulnerability that would likely leave our heads spinning if they ever revealed it. I guess that's why I keep coming back to them as characters. To me, they're fascinating, erotic and unknown creatures. In fiction, I can paint them with every vivid color I can think of, and I can couple with them in primal, reckless, ball-buzzing, fearless abandon. In reality, I wish them only comfort and completion and happy endings, like my Badger, and like my Eduardo (whose solo spin-off happy-ending love story is coming soon). I want to redeem their hard lives and make things turn out all right for them. The street boy story below first appeared on Nifty in the winter of 2015 as one of the four stories I wrote under the now-defunct pen name, Jared Dreamer. I'd like to thank the Nifty archivist for allowing me to dust it off, shine it up a little and tuck it in here for safe keeping. Nifty, your inexahustible endeavors on our behalf, writers and readers, are noticed, appreciated and beyond admired. Thanks, man. The story below has been revised and expanded from its orginally published version. On with the show. # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # Take a gander at Alexander. He says he'll let you fuck him if you want to. Alexander says he's 11, but I find that kind of hard to believe. He looks too tall. Too flexibly knowing. Too around-the-block and "big boy" sized. I think he's probably more like 14. He's beautiful and smooth and hairless like an 11-year-old, but his balls are big. His cock is already a decent size. I think he says he's 11 to make guys find him sexier. So they pay a little more. "I can be your little boy," he smiled at me seductively our first time together. "I can be your baby and I can call you Daddy if you want me to." I pushed my penis up to his shiny wet lips. "Open," I coaxed him. He opened up widely for me. His mouth wrapped around my cockhead and he began making "mmmm" sounds. "Suck me awhile," I told him, grabbing the side of his head and pulling him down a little deeper on my shaft. "Get me nice and wet and then we'll decide how old you should be." He nodded at me. Looked up innocently with a mouth full of cock and nodded again. "I like it, Daddy," he cock-mumbled. "I like how it tastes a lot. I can be little for you. As little as you want me to be." I'm perfectly content fucking him no matter what age he wants to assume. The joy is what my dick feels like when it's inside him. Pretend or real, his age makes absolutely no difference to me. # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # Take a gander at Alexander. The first thing you're going to notice (and this might seem trivial in the grand scheme of putting your cock up his ass), is his perfectly-shaped, ruby red lips. "You like sucking my lower lip, doncha?" he asked the third time I fucked a load into him. I nodded and nibbled on his mouth while he chattered. "Lots of guys like to French me," he said matter-of-factly, "but you like to lip suck me. Like you're sucking a little cock in your mouth. You flick it around in your mouth and you tongue it like you're teasing a lip clit. It feels good. Most guys just fuck me without the feel-good part." My mouth was busy lapping him up and my finger was already two knuckles deep in his asshole, so I didn't really stop to respond. My mind was on other things. But I eventually hummed out a hungry "mmm-hmm" before I continued to devour his deliciousness. To describe Alexander with the old cliché "ruby red lips" doesn't even come close to doing those beautiful cocksucking man-kissers justice. They're beyond red. They're kissable, cocksucking red. You'd accuse him of wearing lipstick if you didn't know better. They're girly almost. They're that achingly feminine. "Some guys like me to be their girl," he says between kisses. "They call me girl names and tell me what a pretty girl I am while they put their big cocks in me." "Do you like big cocks in you?" I asked him, whisper-growling in his ear and putting my finger further up inside the furnace of his butt. "Mmm-hmm," he smiled, kissing back. "Some guys like me to be their daughter. They bring their daughter's skirts and panties to me and they make me wear them, and they bend me over and hike up my skirt, and pull down my panties and fuck me bending over. They fuck me really deep that way. They want to fuck me girl-pregnant. They want to give me babies." "Shhh," I tell him, kissing and fingering. "I don't want you to be a girl. Girls are no good for what I need to do." Take a gander at Alexander. As he opens his legs for you, lays on his back, puts his knees up to his shoulders and spreads his ass apart for you so you can fuck him, once you see the shiny bruised circle where your dick is going into, a little bit used and a little bit puffy, you know for a fact he's all boy. It's shiny and bruised and deliciously street worthy. He's bliss and he's boy, and he knows where your dick goes. As your cock sinks into him and you nudge it through his barely-percepitble sphincter wince, you know it's a boy hole and not a girl hole you're fucking. You can tell by he feel and you can tell by the smell. His asshole is clenching you hard and wrapping it's wet, spongy heat around your insistent erection. There's no need to be polite and slow here. You both know he's getting paid for this. This hot, cozy cock home is all boy, all receptive and all professionally-advanced for the hard-fuck, no question about it. # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # Take a gander at Alexander. He'll let you lick and suck on him from one end of his body to the other. Top and bottom. Front and back. Check out that pair of magnificent nipples. Glorious copper-brown boy dimes. I don't know about you, but I want to attempt to draw milk from those things. Give me an hour or so. You never know. Suck your way up and down his body hard. Leave love marks like I do. Even where your cum goes. "Suck it," he whispers. "Not just my butt cheeks. Suck on my asshole." I do. I grab his hips and pull his ass into my face. I spread his cheeks apart and go lightheaded in his dirty, sexy musk, then I bury myself between his ass crack and start tonguing and sucking his honey hole like I'm drawing out some dangerous snake venom. "Yesssssss," he hisses. "Do it like that. Suck my asshole really hard. Suck the part you want to fuck me in." My lips leave his asshole for a moment, but only long enough to lap and suck the sweaty-strong fuck flavor off his magnificent boy balls. The fourth time I fucked him, I stripped him bare naked, started licking and sucking at his feet, and didn't stop until my mouth was in the gloryland. If Alexander lived with me, he'd have hickies all the way up his arches, up his legs, the inside of his thighs and all the way up into his magnificent, twitching, babywet boycunt. "Suck it harder," he begs me. "Suck where you want to cock fuck me. Hard." # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # Take a gander at Alexander. He's been fucked for money but he's never been fucked for love. I first met Alexander at a seedy movie theater outside of Augusta. I'd been in town to watch the Masters. It was late, I was tired. I'd paid too much for dinner. Restaurants in Augusta have two price menus. The regular year-round menu, and the more expensive one when the Masters comes to town. For a good steak dinner, you might as well skip a car payment. I was going about to watch a movie (and not the clean kind) when there he was, standing off to the side in a dimly lit alley entrance, looking up at me, making eye contact. He motioned me over with a head movement. Curious, I walked closer. "You wanna fuck me?" he asked straight out. "I get fucked really good. I don't cry unless you want me to. Price is negotiable, depending on what you like. I don't do piss and shit stuff." I nodded. "Where?" "Motel down the street's cheap," he shrugged. "Rent it by the hour." He nodded toward my car. I said "sure," and I led him back through the streetlamp glow, unclicked the lock and we got inside my SUV. He rubbed my dick through my pants while I was driving. He didn't say anything. Just rubbed me until I was rock hard. I appreciated that. I like a go-getter. Two blocks away, we entered the cheap motel room and he sat down on the edge of the bed. "You like blowjobs?" he asked. "Who doesn't like blowjobs?" I asked him back. "Get your cock out," he said. "Blowjobs are free if you pay for a fuck. Fucks are a hundred." I nodded. I unbuckled my belt, unzipped my fly, fished out my cock and stepped forward, rubbing it on his lips. "Mmmm," he said, mashing his nose into my pubic bush. "You smell good. Strong. I like it when cock smells strong. My dad's cock smelled like this." He opened his beautiful red lips and took my cock inside his mouth. He didn't suck me at first. Just sort of swirled it around on his tongue, eating up the pre-cum. Savoring it almost. Like a mint. Like a Lifesaver. Then he opened up, took it deep into his throat, and applied suction, moving my shaft in and out of his mouth luxuriously back and forth, up and down. It felt really good. He was very, very good at this. "You can lay back on the bed," he said. "Just relax. I'll do a good job for you. Don't worry if you cum. You can still fuck me after you rest." I laid back and relaxed into his expert work. My hands rubbed his skinny shoulder blades. He stopped for a minute. "You can grab my head if you want," he offered. "You know. If you need to jam it deeper." I did as he said. I gagged him a little. Because it turns out, yeah, I did need to jam it deeper. As soon as he had me good and hard and breathing heavy, he stopped again. "You want to cum in my mouth or fuck my asshole?" he asked me. "I want to fuck your asshole hard," I admitted. He nodded. "Yeah. That's what it's here for." He unzipped his pants, let them fall to the floor. Stepped out of them, kicked them to the side. He pulled his socks off. Sweaty feet. Sexy feet. Feet I'd fellate later on my way up the tree trunk of his chicken legs. He lifted his shirt over his head. His armpits were still bare. Not a hair to be found. He tossed his shirt and socks on top of his jeans; a sexy disheveled pile. He pulled down his underwear. He was completely hairless, but his cock was respectably slender and his balls were real hangers. "How old are you, kid?" "Alexander," he said. "My name's Alexander." "How old are you, Alex?" "Not Alex," he said. "Alexander." "How old are you, Alexander." "11," he shrugged. "I fucked two 11-year-old boys when I was 14," I smiled. "All summer long. No way you're 11. Try again." He smiled. Shrugged. "11 gets me paid more," he said. "Come and eat some 11-year-old boy cunt. See if you remember what it tastes like." He laid down on the bed on his back, and pulled his legs up exposing his sweet asshole, and when the scent of its soft sexiness hit the air, I was too hungry to bicker. "You taste good," I told him. "Hot and salty, like almonds." "You eat butt good," he answered. "You make me want to have a really good fuck inside my ass. You ready to go?" My hard cock was already in my hand and I was ready to use it impolitely. "Got lube?" I asked him. "Go get the conditioner," he nodded toward the bathroom door. "There's always shampoo and conditioner minis in the bathroom. Why buy, right? Motels give you lube for free." I did as he asked. Came back. Uncapped the conditioner. Lubed my cock. "You want to be the dad?" he asked me. I shrugged. "Lots of guys want to pretend they're my dad," he said. I shrugged again. Either-or was fine with me. As long as I got to fuck him. He put his hand on one of his butt cheeks and pulled it aside for me. Showed me his wide open asshole. A red center. A copper starfish ring around it. Darker flesh around that. A bruise. His usage marks. His street credentials. His ass ended in a perfect cleft dipping down. Extraordinary balls. Meaty-fine ass cheeks. "You want some of my boy pussy, Daddy?" he said in a softer, younger voice. Not quite baby talk, but a voice that sounded younger. A voice that really did sound 11 and aroused me because younger is better. Younger is taboo. My dick got painfully hard. I lubricated it with conditioner and nodded at him. "It's pussy, Daddy. It's cleaner and batter tasting than Mommy's," he said in his little boy voice. Damn, he was good at this. Damn, I wanted to fuck him. "Can you lick it for me some more, Daddy? Can you eat my little pussy again so I'm not so scared?" I knelt down and put my face in his ass again and was instantly rewarded by that hot, fresh musk again and the dirty-sweet almond smell of ready-to-fuck boy ass. My tongue flicked out and grazed his asshole. again. Have you ever tasted it, friend? That deep bitter copper taste that always gives you goosebumps and makes you shiver. His asshole was warm and slippery. It wasn't clean, but it wasn't dirty either. It was just hot and pliant and accustomed to regular use. It tasted like a can of mixed nuts. Piss and boy rectum and man cum, from the two guys who came before me that night. I was almost sure of that. You fuck a street boy and you fuck in another man's mess. Promise you that. "Spit on it, Daddy," he whispered to me in his little boy voice. "Spit on my butthole and watch me do something bad to myself." He smiled, practiced and daring. All part of the act, but a good part. I did as he asked. Spit on his asshole. White bubbly saliva drooled from between my lips and landed smack dab on the used brown button of his frequently-fucked entryway. With a long forefinger, he slowly pushed his own finger up his hole, pushing all my spit up into himself. I spit again and he pushed it inside. I watched fascinated as my wads of white disappeared into his butt via the tip of his long, slender fuck finger. I could smell him more intensely now, opening up and blooming for a fuck. He smelled really good. He smelled like a boy who wasn't going to leave the room tonight until I came inside his fuck chute. He took his finger out and re-wet it in his own mouth. Sucked his own finger seductively and looked up at me with his red lips and startling blue eyes. "I like fingering myself, Daddy. I like to finger my boy pussy and pretend it's you." I put more conditioner on my cock and scooted him closer to the end of the bed where I was standing. Scooted his ass up a little. Got ready to aim and push forward. "Daddy's gonna fuck you now, Alexander. Open your ass up, baby. Let my cock go all the way in until it won't go any further." He looked up at me, a soft half-smile on those red lips. Lifted his legs up far. "Once you're done fucking me, I have some cream for you, Daddy," he said in his soft baby-talk voice. I positioned my cock and pressed it into him. Steadily and firmly, not overly concerned with kid gloves, and as deeply as I could push it, I growled and rutted into him. He grunted, gritted his teeth, tilted his head back, winced once and squeezed his eyes tightly, then simply said, "Go." "You okay?" I asked, more out of protocol than legitimate fear for his comfort. This was a boy well accustomed to taking cock. I'm a good guy, but at a certain point, well, fuck anybody else's comfort. "Yeah," he grunted, adjusting and squeezing me from the inside. "It makes a lump in my throat when it first goes in, but I'm okay. Do it hard if you want to." I started to rock him in and out, watching my own cock push deeply into his chamber, then slide back out again. In and out. There, and then not there. Dick in sight, then dick invisible, sheathed in cunt. Slowly at first, then I got a little more insistent. He made little grunt noises on the in-stroke. I pushed far. I wanted my money's worth. "You fuck good, Daddy," he said in his little boy voice. "I hope we don't wake Mommy up." I grabbed his hips and picked up my pace. "Hot little boy fuck," I whispered to him, looking right into his pretty blue eyes, knowing I wasn't going to last at all. He felt too good, and I knew that this is what he was here for. This is what guys did to him. It excited me, using someone so used. I was going to cum right away. "Daddy's gonna shoot it in you, baby. Open up that hole for me and take this nasty Daddy load." "Shoot that stinky Daddy load in my boy pussy?" he asked me with wide eyes. He put his thumb in his mouth and started to suck it while I fucked him. "Gonna cum in your baby now?" Fuck. That's all it took. "Cum right in your boy pussy," I growled in his ear. I grabbed his hips and ground my dick into him hard. "Oh please, Daddy," he whispered, grabbing at my ass cheeks and pulling me deeper inside him. "Make a baby in me. Make me have a baby like you made one in Mommy." I shuddered and grunted, and smelling the hot, open musk of him, bit his ear and whispered "FUCKKKK!!" I felt my knees buckle slightly as the cum rushed out of the head of my cock and splattered straight into his wet, open innards. Package delivered. I shivered at the twitching, spasming beauty of it. He shuddered. Gasped and tensed at how far I stuck it in him when I came. "It burns, Daddy," he whispered softly. "Your cum burns my insides. It feels realy sexy-good. It's good-burns my insides, Daddy." Little faker. I loved him for faking. I looked at my cock, still lodged in his rectum, stared down again at his plump, hairless balls, and rubbed his hard cock. There was a sweet dot of pre-cum on the tip, which I smeared with my finger and licked off. Pure, sweet nectar. Like crystal clear corn-syrup. "Let Daddy taste what you have in your balls, baby." Alexander put his legs down so I could have better access to his cock. When he did, I saw a white dollop of my semen leak back out from his anus. It burbled, made a bubble, popped and drooled out of him. Fuck ooze. Proof that I'd been there. Show that to your next customer, child. Let somebody else fuck you in MY mess the next round. I took his cock in my mouth. It was hard and impressive. "Grab my head," I smiled at him. "In case you need to jab it in harder." It turns out he did need to jab it in harder. He had no trouble switching from submissive to dominant. He face-fucked me roughly. He mashed his hairless-V into my nose, and he smelled wonderful. Musky little boy piss, soft and excited and sweaty and bare. I began to finger fuck him while I sucked his cock. First with two fingers, then a third. He smelled wide open. I knew before the week was over, I'd be paying him for a second, deeper, harder fuck. My fingers slid in and out of his asshole easily, deeply, in the slippery mixture of motel conditioner and my own semen. He made little gasping and whining sounds as he throat fucked me. When he was ready to cum, he grabbed my head harder, pulled my hair with his long fingers, rammed his cock into me and grunted under his breath, "Here comes my cream, Daddy. Eat all my baby cream! NGGGGGGGGHHHHH!!!" Then he let loose with a quivery, fierce boy cum. He held my head and fucked it way down deep into my throat. Three quick shots of boy honey gurgled out into the deepest recesses of my mouth. He held me in place and made me swallow it. No other option. I respected that. I hope he grew up to treat an ass like that someday. If this boy ever went alpha, I wanted him to fuck me with an attitude like that. I greedily swallowed his sex offering as he gyro-mashed his steel-slender fuck-pole into my throat. There was anger in his semen and it tasted delicious. My fingers were so far up his ass I'm sure he could feel them in his throat. I pressed hard against his prostate and was rewarded by another strand. An expulsion of goo, this one slipperier, like a sticky string clear corn syrup. Ender's game. "That was good, Daddy," he said, scooting himself backwards so my fingers popped out of his asshole. I smelled his sex immediately. Cum. Conditioner. The depths of a boy's insides. I loved that smell. I smelled it again. Put my mouth down between his legs and licked him down there for a while. Ate my cum out of his ass and blew cool breath on his abused ring. Tasted his dirty youth, and closed my eyes, satisfied. He picked his underwear up off the floor, put them on. Pulled on his jeans. Zipped up. "Is my pussy better than Mommy's?" he asked me in his sweet little boy voice. "Much better than Mommy's," I told him, reaching for my wallet and rewarding him handsomely. More than he asked for. He smiled as he took my money, but didn't seem surprised I paid him more. I bet this boy earned a lot of tips. "Will you fuck me again, Daddy?" he asked me faux-shyly at the door. "Put your big cock in me again the next time you need to make your cum come out?" "I'm only in town for two more nights," I told him. He smiled. He shrugged. "Two more nights is two more times," he said simply. "Bring a friend. Two for one-fifty." He put his finger in his mouth and sucked it slowly. The finger that had been up his ass. He put it way deep into his throat. Sucked it slowly back out again. "I love you, Daddy," he said softly. "Bring me some customers." Then he opened the door, stepped into the night, closed it again, and disappeared. # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # So, that's why we're here in this car tonight, friend. You and me, in a seedy movie theater parking lot outside of Augusta, looking at the boy in the white t-shirt and the somewhat-dirty blue jeans up there by the alley waiting for company. Take a gander at Alexander. I've fucked him for the last four nights now. I like fucking him so much, I haven't gone home yet. The Masters is long over, but I'm still here in Augusta, spending a little of the nest egg on a good cause, meeting a very sexy boy in a seedy motel room very night, finally getting my needs met, one-hundred dollars at a time. His boy pussy is cleaner and better tasting than Mommy's, and he likes me a lot. And he knows how to take cock. What do you think, my friend? Should we see if he's ready for two cocks in a row? There appears to be a volume discount, after all. You go first and I'll hold his legs up. Then you can pull out and I'll breed him through your mess. He's a beautiful boy with ruby red lips, startling blue eyes, a soft half-smile, and a rectum full of cheap motel conditioner and dirty, man-rude fuck-semen. Come with me and let's walk up to him, my friend. Give him a smile. Make conversation. Then take him back to a motel room we rent by the hour and fuck the fantasy out of him. He'll pretend he's 11 and we'll do it extra hard if you come along. If you've never seen an asshole that's shiny and bruised and deliciously street worthy, take a look at this one. It's young and it's tight like the rings around heaven. I'll take the pictures while you stick your cock in him. Look at the way he loves getting your dick all the way inside his rectum. Look how deep you can put it. Look how hard you can fuck him. Look at that fuck wince. Look at that fuck bliss. Look right into his pretty wide eyes and let him call you Daddy while you fuck him. Take your time and look how he loves it. Take a good look and take a deep fuck, my friend. Lock eyes while you fuck him. Take a gander at Alexander. # # # # # # # # # # # # # # #