Date: Wed, 04 Jan 2012 16:54:34 -0500
From: Story Writer <soggystories@gmx.com>
Subject: Taking an Emo Boy's Cherry 1 (M/m, oral, anal)

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 ***

 I work at a video rental store, which is a fantastic place for a man who
likes teenage boys. I thought I'd tell you about one particular boy who
started showing up.

 First I should tell you about myself: I'm 33, about average in most ways
-- six feet tall, brown hair, brown eyes, not skinny or a body-builder,
with a seven inch cock. I've been enjoying the pleasures of younger teenage
boys since I was a teenager myself, and prefer them from about ages 12 to
15.

 One of the things I've discovered about young teenage boys is that despite
what they "think" their sexuality is, they are surprisingly open to doing
quite a bit when you get them alone and a little horny -- although a beer
and a firm hand can help push them in the right direction.

 And, in case you're going to get turned off by this later, I should be up
front about the fact that I like being pretty dominant with my boys. I make
sure they know who's in charge, and I make sure they learn why I'm using
their tight little bodies -- because teenage boys were made to be used by a
man! Suffice to say this boy was neither my first nor my last.

 The boy in question had come to the video store a few times before, always
dressed in the "emo" style -- longish, shaggy straight black hair, a
t-shirt with some sort of garish graphic on it, tight (probably girl's)
jeans that were usually black, colorful sneakers and lots of
bracelets. From what I could tell, he was a quiet boy -- he always came in
alone, seemed to look carefully up and down the rows of movies, and more
than once I saw him carefully reading the back of some of the older titles.

 In other words, he looked like a little faggotboy, whether he knew it or
not.

 He was thin, white (in fact, very pale), and looked to be about 14. He was
a bit short for his age, about 5'6" or 5'7", but his snug jeans gave me
ample opportunities to check out his tight little ass, and it looked very
inviting. I needed to take that boycherry, I decided.

 ***

 The first time I checked his movies out, he seemed to blush just from
talking to me, cementing my belief that he was a gayboy. That day, he was
wearing a striped hoodie over his t-shirt. When he handed me the videos, I
saw a small rainbow bracelet, peeking out from his sleeve and mostly hidden
among the many other bracelets he wore.

 Bingo. This kid was just asking to get used.

 "I hope you enjoy them," I said cheerfully as I handed him his movies,
being sure to touch his hands during the exchange more than I really needed
to.

 "Th--thanks," he said, and blushed again. At this point I was guessing he
was not only a cocksucker, but a natural bottomboy.

 Two days later he was back, returning two movies and checking out four
more. Didn't this kid go to school?

 This time around, I took a little longer ringing up his rentals, just to
watch him standing there awkwardly -- almost squirming. I saw from his
account that his name was Skyler, a cute boy's name that only made me
undress him even faster in my mind.

 Finally I relented and finished pretending to type details into his
account on the computer.

 "Here you are, Skyler. Have a good night!" I said, smiling at him.

 "Um, yeah...thanks," he said. When I handed him the stack of DVDs, I heard
a slight gasp as I purposely gripped his hand and ran one of my fingers
around his wrist, stroking him.

 He looked at me, a little wide-eyed, blushed furiously and then ran off.

 Oh, this was fun!

 Over the next week or so, he returned nearly every day, and each time I
prolonged the contact between my hands and his when I checked out his
movies. I wondered if I could get the little queerboy hard just from
touching his hands, but the counter always prevented me from finding out.

 By the end of that week, I went home scheming about how I was going to get
this boy alone and naked. Finally, I had it: I knew how I was going to get
this boy, and his cherry.

 ***

 The next day, I showed up with an extra item in my bag: A hardcore adult
gay porn DVD. Now, normally I'm not that into adult porn, and I'd have no
reason to buy DVDs when I could get them online if I really wanted them. So
just after closing the night before, I had slipped into our curtained-off
adult section and found a gay porn movie that was for sale.

 When Skyler showed up to check out, as I was pulling the plastic lock off
the case to rent, I quickly opened the case and slipped the porn movie
inside, just behind the disc he was actually renting, closed the cover and
handed it to Skyler.

 "Thanks," he said, and smiled slightly, before turning off.

 Two days later he came back. He dropped his returns off first, as usual,
and I made sure to snag them from the bin as he went off to pick new
items. I found the DVD he had rented. The movie disc was there, but the
porn disc was not. Teenage boys are so predictable.

 It was a pretty busy evening, and I didn't really notice Skyler until he
made it to the front of the line. When he handed me his movies and video
rental card, I said quietly, "I think there's something you forgot to
return, Skyler."

 "Um...what?" he said.

 "You have an outstanding item," I said.

 "Uh...I do?"

 "Yes," I said, and here I raised my voice slightly to ensure the people
behind him could hear me. "The movie you checked out, 'BOTTOM BITCH BOYS
BAREBACKING' is overdue."

 At the mention of its title, Skyler went pale (or, well, even more pale)
and looked panic-stricken. I watched as he started to look behind him --
suddenly aware of the other people nearby -- and then got too scared to
look.

 He stared back at me.

 "I...um, I mean, I didn't check that out!" he said.

 "The records here say you did. And -- Skyler, are you 18?"

 "Uh, well...no."

 "That is highly restricted adult content, young man."

 "But--"

 "I'm going to need to talk to you. Please have a seat in that chair while
I finish ringing up these other customers."

 "I--I didn't mean--"

 Now I lowered my voice again and spoke directly to him. "Skyler, I have
your parents' phone number on your account. Unless you want me to call them
to discuss it directly, please go sit in that chair."

 Defeated and looking like he was nearly ready to wet himself, Skyler
walked heavily over to the chair at the end of the checkout counter.

 One of the perks of the video store that I work at is that it's pretty
small, and so usually there's only one or two of us on duty. Since this was
a weeknight and half an hour before we closed, I was the only staff person
left.

 As the last people filtered out of the store, I began closing up the cash
register and locking the door.

 Skyler was watching me intently. "Um, should I--"

 "Just sit right there," I said. "I'll deal with you when I'm done."

 "Okay," Skyler said softly.

 After closing everything up -- in what I'm sure was an excruciatingly slow
speed for Skyler -- I walked over to him.

 "Let's go in the office," I said.

 "But I really didn't--"

 "GO." I said firmly. He jumped up immediately, and followed me into the
back.

 ***

 "Okay, Skyler, here's your chance to come clean. Tell me you have the
adult movie and bring it back, and everything will be all right."

 I wasn't sure what he'd do at this point. I had contingency plans
regardless of what he did. But he picked the best option for me -- which
was to stay true to form to your average, horny, lying-is-easy teenage boy.

 "I swear I didn't rent that movie," he said, his voice quavering.

 He probably figured that the porn had simply gone missing, and that since
he hadn't actually checked out the DVD case itself, I had no way of knowing
that the regular movie he got had two discs in it.

 "Here's what I know, Skyler. I know that one of our other customers called
in the other day to say he had accidentally put an adult movie he'd rented
in the wrong case. That case was the movie you rented. The movie you
returned -- without the adult film in it."

 Skyler looked stricken.

 "I know you have that DVD, Skyler," I said, and here I pretended to look
at my pad of paper, "I believe it's called 'Bottom Bitch Boys
Barebacking'?"

 Skyler got even redder, and I swear I saw his bottom lip beginning to
quiver.

 "Now, it's not for me to judge whether you're gay or not--"

 "I'm not!" Skyler said, blushing furiously. Oh those teenage boys and
their lies!

 "In any case, the DVD needs to be returned," I said.

 Skyler looked at the floor, tracing something in the linoleum with his
sneaker. "Okay, okay, fine I'll bring it back," he said softly.

 "I'm sorry, Skyler, but you missed your chance and it's too late for
that. Because of the nature of the film you took, I need to talk about it
with your parents."

 Skyler's head snapped up. "Ohmygod, please don't!" he said frantically.

 "I'm sorry but I have no choice," I said. "Please come with me. I'll drive
you back to your house, we'll get the DVD and I'll have a little talk with
them."

 "I...well, you can't, because they're not home!" Skyler said
defiantly. But I could see it in his face. He was bluffing.

 "Perhaps," I said. "In that case, we'll just wait there. Now come with
me."

 "No, but--"

 "Come with me NOW," I said.

 Dejectedly, Skyler followed me out to my pickup.

 ***

 As we began driving, closer and closer to his house, Skyler was clearly
beginning to lose it. I heard a little whimper and, out of the corner of my
eye, saw him sniffle.

 "Please...please dude, don't tell my parents," he said. "I'm really,
really sorry. I promise I'll give it back to you."

 "Skyler, I'd like to but I just can't. We're not allowed to rent adult
movies to minors, and I'd get in a lot of trouble if I didn't tell your
parents about it."

 "Oh god..." he said, and I heard him sniffle some more.

 "Now, Skyler, it's not like stealing a movie is the worst thing in the
world. I have no reason to call the police, and plenty of teenagers do much
worse things than this," I said.

 "It's not...it's not that...my parents...my dad's gonna freak if..." he
trailed off. "Oh PLEASE don't tell my parents! Seriously dude, I'll do
whatever you want! I'll come work in the store, I'll wash your truck, I'll
give you money, whatever!"

 Hooked.

 I looked at him. "I'm not sure, Skyler, like I said I'd get into a lot of
trouble if I didn't let your parents know what was going on."

 "Please dude? I'm begging you," he said.

 "Skyler, tell me something. How old are you?"

 "Fourteen."

 "What grade are you in?"

 "I...um well I'm in 8th grade."

 "And Skyler?"

 "Yeah?"

 "Are you a faggot?"

 Skyler was silent. I'm sure he was stunned.

 "Um...what?"

 "You heard me Skyler. Are. You. A faggot?"

 "I...I mean..."

 "Skyler, you rented 'Bottom Bitch Boys Barebacking.'"

 "I...okay, fine."

 "Fine what?"

 Skyler turned his head to look out the window, away from me.

 "I'm gay."

 "You're what?"

 "I'm GAY."

 "That's not what I asked you."

 "What?" He turned back to look at me.

 "I asked if you were a faggot."

 He sniffled. "Yeah fine, sure, whatever. I'm a faggot. Happy?"

 "And you don't want your parents to know that."

 "Yeah."

 "Your dad."

 "Yeah, especially."

 "Well then Skyler, I think we can make a deal."

 He sniffled again. "What's that?"

 I pulled over to the side of the road and parked.

 "Give me your hand Skyler," I said.

 He reached over, and I took his pale, smooth hand in mine. And pulled it
down to my crotch. Pressing it against my hardness. And yes, of course, I
had been hard since we got in the car.

 He gasped. "Dude..."

 "Feel this?" I said. "You're gonna suck on this. That's what you're gonna
do. And Skyler, I know that's what you want to do."

 "Dude, I--"

 "Do we have a deal Skyler? You suck my cock, and I don't tell your parents
that you're a little queerboy who jacks off to gay porn."

 Skyler glared at me. "Fine," he said. "Can I have my hand back?"

 "Actually," I said, "No. Keep rubbing my cock through my pants until we
get to my place." And I started up the truck.

 He began stroking my cock, as I drove and considered how many ways I
wanted to put it inside him.

 ***

 We got inside and I directed him to my bedroom.

 "Strip," I said.

 "Wh--what?"

 "Strip, take your fucking clothes off."

 "B--but I thought I was just gonna--"

 "I don't like my cocksuckers to be wearing clothes. Get naked NOW," I
said.

 Skyler began stripping. I just sat on the bed and watched.

 He pulled off his shirt and I saw that his blush extended down his neck
and partway onto his chest. He was completely smooth, of course, and his
little dime-sized nipples were puffy in the way that many teenage boys'
nipples are.

 When he undid his white belt and unsnapped his girl jeans, I saw a flash
of hot pink as his underwear came into view. When he began tugging --
really more like peeling -- the jeans down his legs, I saw that he was
wearing briefs. Hot pink briefs. What a fucking gayboy.

 His thighs were smooth, and skinny like the rest of him, and as he
struggled to pull the jeans off his feet, I got to enjoy seeing his pert
ass through his underwear.

 When he stood up again, I noticed that the front of his undies were
slightly bulging. Not only that, I saw a little wet spot.

 "Excited about this?" I said.

 He blushed even harder. "It just...it just does that," he said.

 I laughed. "Right. Get naked, faggot."

 Slowly, he pulled down his underwear, until they dropped and pooled at his
feet.

 The kid was pretty well endowed for an eighth grader, although his
circumcized boydick hadn't achieved much thickness yet, in it's semierect
state it looked like a good four inches. He had a dusting of pubes above
his shaft, but his boyballs hung in a smooth sac.

 "Turn around," I said. He was blushing again, of course, but I just
ignored that.

 His ass was everything a boyfucker could want -- pert, cushy and not bony,
and of course without a hair in sight.

 "Spread your cheeks for me," I said.

 "What? No dude I'm not--"

 "I said open your fucking ass NOW."

 Slowly Skyler reached back and pulled open his ass cheeks.

 His boypussy looked fantastic -- clean and smooth, without a single
hair. And his fuckhole looked incredibly tight.

 I couldn't wait to plow this boy open.

 ***

 "Turn back around," I said.

 His boydick was clearly more erect than it had been before, although not
yet completely hard.

 "Get yourself hard," I said.

 "Dude, come on--"

 "Jack your little boydick Skyler. Just do as I say."

 With his left hand (a leftie!) he began stroking his boycock. In about 30
seconds, it was fully hard and throbbing. It topped out at what looked like
just short of 5 inches, and the tip was already shiny with more
precum. This boy was a leaker!

 I stood up.

 "Get on your knees."

 Skyler knew the moment of truth was coming. Slowly, he dropped to his
knees.

 I put my hand on his head and pulled it toward my crotch, mashing his face
against my hardness.

 "You ever suck cock before, Skyler?"

 "N--no," he said.

 "Mmm, I love a virgin boy," I said. "Take my dick out."

 He reached up and began unzipping me. Once my pants were open, he pulled
them down a bit and I stood there in my boxers.

 "Reach in and get it, Skyler."

 His smooth little hand went in through the fly and wrapped itself around
my cock. He tugged gently and pulled it out through the opening.

 While seven inches is average for a man, it's quite big for a boy, and i
was a bit above average in thickness, so I saw Skyler's eyes open a little
wider when he saw it.

 Immediately I grabbed the back of his head and mashed his face against my
cock again. Like a good gayboy, he just took it, and let me wipe my
now-leaking cock across his mouth, nose, eyes and cheeks.

 "Open your mouth, cocksucker," I said.

 He did, and with one hand holding onto his long emo hair, I pushed my dick
into his mouth.

 Skyler gagged a bit, as most first-time boys do, but I held him on there,
forcing him to taste my cock and the precum that was leaking out of it.

 "You like that mancock boy?"

 "Mhmm," he mumbled around my dick. Good. The little slut was learning how
to please a man.

 Using his hair as leverage I began working my cock in and out of his
mouth, his smooth puffy boylips stroking it deliciously.

 I pulled out of his mouth so I could get as naked as he was. For a moment,
a strand of saliva mixed with precum joined my cock with his sloppy looking
mouth. He looked up at me and tried to smile.

 "You look like such a little whore," I said, smiling back at him.

 ***

 Once I got naked, I pulled him up onto the bed. I put his head on a pillow
and straddled his face.

 I began slapping his face with my cock, pulling it against my body and
then letting it smack him with its weight.

 "Suck on my balls, Skyler," I said, and the submissive little cocksucker
did. As he suckled on my sperm makers, I kept lifting my cock and letting
it fall onto his nose, eyes and cheeks.

 I felt a little motion to my right and looked behind me -- the gayboy was
stroking his dick!

 "You want this mancock kid?" I asked Skyler.

 He let out one of my balls to answer. "Y--yeah," he said.

 "Let me hear you say it."

 "I...I want your cock."

 "You want to suck my cock?"

 "Yeah...I wanna suck your cock."

 "And why is that?"

 "Be--because I...I like sucking...cock," he said quietly.

 "And what does that make you?" I asked, smiling.

 He chewed his bottom lip nervously.

 "Um..." he said.

 "Go on, Skyler. Tell me what you are."

 "A...a faggot," he said. "It makes me a faggot."

 "That's right," I said, and aimed my cock down at his lips. He opened and
I leaned forward, pushing my cock down into the back of his throat.

 I felt the boy gag, and try to push me off with his hands, but I kept
pushing.

 "Just take my cock little faggotboy," I said, and a moment later I was
balls deep in this 14 year old boy's throat.

 Skyler looked up at me with watery eyes, my dick stretching the boy's lips
obscenely.

 Gently, I withdrew about halfway, and I felt Skyler gasp for air around my
cock. I gave him a moment and then plunged back in, beginning to throatfuck
him.

 At first he gagged a lot, but of course that only made his throat tighter
around my leaking cock. After awhile he got the hang of it, and began
breathing through his nose.

 I put both my hands in his long hair and held onto his skull, then started
to really facefuck him.

 With a boy who's never sucked dick before, I find the best way I can get a
good blowjob is by taking control of him. This wouldn't be Skyler's last
time wrapping his lips around my cock, and I knew over time he'd learn how
to be a good cocksucker and allow me to lie back and simply enjoy it. For
now, I needed to use this emoboy's mouth like the cumdumpster I knew it
was.

 Of course, I didn't warn the little queerboy that I was going to cum. He
was going to swallow my manseed whether he wanted to or not.

 And so after a few more fucks into the kid's mouth, I began emptying my
balls into his throat.

 "Yeah, take my mancum you little faggotboy!" I said.

 Skyler gagged immediately and began to make choking sounds, trying to push
me off, but I just said, "You need to fucking swallow this, drink my seed
like the boywhore you are!"

 Pretty soon he figured out what a cocksucker needs to do and began
swallowing. I pulled partway out so that my cockhead was laying on his
tongue as I emptied out the rest, filling his mouth and making sure he
tasted my sperm.

 I kept my cock, still dribbling a bit, in his mouth, and the little
bitchboy just naturally kept nursing on it like a baby on a bottle.

 "That's it, Skyler. Drink the rest of my milk," I said. I saw him gulping.

 Slowly, I pulled out and climbed off of him. The middle school boy was a
fucking mess. His lips and chin were smeared with my semen, his eyes had
watered from the throatfucking and dripped back on both sides, and he had
some snot on his nose -- unless that was more sperm that had come up from
his throat.

 I looked down, and what was the little gayboy doing? Furiously rubbing his
boydick. Of course he was.

 "You like that?" I asked.

 "Y--yeah," Skyler gasped.

 I put two fingers at his lips and pushed them inside his wet little mouth.

 "Suck on these," I said.

 He suckled on them like the natural cocksucker he was, until I could feel
the remnants of my cum and his saliva had fully coated them.

 Then I climbed down to where he was working his boyboner and lifted up his
thighs.

 I put my slimy fingers at the entrance to his pink fuckhole and pushed.

 "Oh fuck!" he cried out.

 "Yeah, you need something up your ass don't you," I said.

 "Unnnnhh," he moaned as I pushed them in deeper.

 Slowly I penetrated the virgin boy with my fingers, and before long I had
reached every bottomboy's magic button.

 "Oh SHITshitshit!" Skyler moaned as I hit his prostate. His thighs tensed
around my hand, and I knew the 14 year old was close.

 "Yeah you like being used like a little whore, don't you faggot?" I yelled
at him.

 "Y--yes. Yes! I like it!"

 "What are you?" I yelled at him as I fingerfucked his boypussy hard.

 "A fff--faggot! I'm a faggot!"

 And with that, I bent over and took his nearly-five-inch middle school
boycock in my mouth. Skyler moved his hand out of the way and I curled my
fingers up his boycunt, and i heard the boy softly moaning, "I'm a
faggot...I'm a faggot..."

 And then the kid exploded.

 "I'm a faggoooootttunhhhhh!" Skyler whimpered and his voice cracked, as he
thrust his hips up and shot his boycum in my mouth. His fuckhole went wild,
clamping down on my fingers and then throbbing uncontrollably, while he
squirted four or five times.

 When it was over, he lay there, exhausted, his boydick still in my
mouth. He sounded like he was almost purring.

 Keeping my fingers lodged up his boypussy, I moved up to his face. I
planted my mouth, still full of his boyseed, directly on his and began
kissing.

 He started to pull away when he felt his boysperm leaking in, but I held
him in place with the force of my kiss, and he began swallowing his own
load. I fed the eighth grade boy his own immature cum and he gulped it down
like he was desperate for it.

 Finally, the kiss ended and I withdrew my fingers from his still
gently-pulsing boyhole. I rolled over on my back, and he followed, putting
his head on my chest and curling up against me. I put my arm around him.

 "That wasn't such a bad trade, was it Skyler?"

 "Nah," he said, and giggled softly against my chest.

 "You were a pretty good cocksucker for your first time," I said.

 "Really?" he said, looking up at me?

 "Mhm," I said. "You're a natural."

 "Thanks," he said, and paused. "But, um..."

 "Yes?"

 "Well...why do you keep calling me...a faggot?"

 "Well, that's what you are. You said so yourself."

 "But it's kinda mean," Skyler looked up at me.

 "Oh, Skyler, I don't mean it in a mean way," I smiled at him. "I just mean
that you're the kind of boy who likes to please a man. You're a natural,
Skyler."

 "I am?"

 "Yes, Skyler, you are. You were born a faggot, and that's what you're
meant to be."

 He seemed to be considering it. I smiled. "You're my little bitchboy,
Skyler."

 "You...you mean, like you'd want to see me again?"

 I chuckled.

 "Oh Skyler, I want to see LOTS more of you," I said.

 He smiled. "Cool!"

 "So can I make you my bitchboy Skyler?"

 "Yeah," he said quietly, and blushed. "I'll be your bitch."

 "I knew you would be, little faggotboy," I smiled. "I knew you would be."

 Skyler curled against me and we both slowly drifted off into post-orgasm
sleep.

 ***

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