From: FANCHAPHAW@news.delphi.com (FANCHAPHAW@DELPHI.COM)
Subject: FAN CHA PHAW: THE "S's"-1 (boy/boy sexual history)
Date: 1 Jan 1995 12:35:19 -0500
Organization: Delphi Internet Services Corporation

FAN CHA PHAW PRESENTS:
 
 
From the YOUNG, HUNG, & PROMISCUOUS zine:
 
THE S's
 
The following story is a true-to-life account, as reported in the 
Young, Hung, & Promiscuous Zine, a true-to-life accounting of 
sexual adventures from the childhood of boy-lovers.
 
This material has been submitted anonymously.
 
This material is copyrighted by YOUNG, HUNG, & 
PROMISCUOUS. All Rights Reserved-1994
 
Fan Cha Phaw does not condone the activities of the persons in 
this story. Fan Cha Phaw does not condone the breaking of any 
laws known to mankind.
 
If you are under the age of 18, or under the age at which you 
can legally read adult sexual material, exit now and do not 
continue reading.
 
If you are offended by stories of childhood sexual activities, exit 
now and do not continue reading.
 
ISHMAEL WILKINS
 
THE S's
 
Little, and sometimes not so little boys, have always loved to be 
rough, tough, and have always enjoyed tumbling, wrestling, 
and other "manly", violent behavior. Boy-boy sex play often 
contains these rough elements as well. How many times have 
boys used wrestling with each other as an excuse or chance to 
rub off on each other. Show me two boys wrestling, and I will 
show you two hard-ons. Even when nude or semi-nude, this 
rubbing off takes place with aggression and minor violence, 
during the wrestling event.
 
Watching the average young boy jack off, one wonders if he 
might injure himself in the process. I often say it's a good thing 
that their dicks are so well attached, or they would be left with 
them in their hands. Two boys jacking each other off erupts in 
the same rough and tumble activities as always. The boys wither 
and yip as their dicks are almost ripped from their bodies, all 
while they are tugging away at their playmate's dick.
 
Mutual or solo cock sucking amongst young boys can often be a 
painful experience. Boy-jobs often contain nips and outright 
bites, or clenching and stretching of dicks caught between 
tightly sealed boy lips.
 
Watching two boys dry hump each other either front or back, is 
an experience. How the wind is not knocked out of the fuckee 
each thrust, is beyond me. When their dicks finally find their 
way into each other's assholes...OUCH! The roughest fucks I 
have ever received have all come from young boys fucking as if 
they were riding  bronco.
 
Anyone experienced with having sex with little boys is well 
aware that three quarters of the sex is rough and tumble play. A 
dick is not lovingly caressed, at least not for too long, it is 
squeezed, and pulled. Little boy's beliefs are that nuts are for 
cracking, and they will try to do this whenever they can.
 
Throughout my years I have run into my share of sadist boys. 
Some were interesting, in a kinky sort of way, whereas others 
were a real pain...literally! I met one boy of about ten, when I 
was a ripe old seventeen. Prior to this boy I had always 
maintained loving and gentle relationships and sexual 
encounters with my little friends. There would be rough and 
tumble now and again, however, for the most part is was good 
old fashion cuddly boy sex.
 
This one ten-year-old come from a rather large family, which 
was partially the reason for my interest in him. As far as I could 
tell, boys ranged in age from diaper totters to definite shooters 
of thirteen and fourteen. There were at least ten or eleven kids, 
depending on what time you decided to count them.
 
I loved finding families with multiple brothers, because I could 
usually make my way through the ranks, something which I 
love, second, that is to having brothers together in bed for sex. 
This family interested me even more because of one aspect of 
their makeup, which was definitely my favorite...eight-year-old 
identical twins!
 
I befriended the ten-year-old, which I decided was no easy job. 
He was a rough, bully type of kid, with a mouth which uttered 
obscenities which I had never even heard. When he agreed to 
hang around with me one day, I was ecstatic, I thought that it 
would be an easy trip into his pants.
 
After playing around for a few hours, I suggested that we go to 
one of my hideout spots for a while. He asked what we were 
going to do there, with kind of a sneer. To tell the truth, it kind 
of sent a shiver down my spine. Recovering quickly, I told him 
that we could hang out there for a while, and that once in a 
while girls came by, and perhaps we could talk with some. 
"Talk?" He asked, "Who wants to talk?"
 
He did agree after a while, telling me that perhaps if we were 
lucky we could get a blow-job, or even a hand-job, if not a fuck 
itself. His laugh was cold and cruel. I questioned why I was 
with the boy in the first place. We went to my hideout, where 
few other people ever wandered, and sat around waiting for 
girls for almost an hour. All during this time the boy treated me 
to graphic descriptions as to what he would do with a girl, and 
what he had done in the past, including with his cousin and 
younger sister. According to him said cousin, twelve, and 
younger sister, seven, spread their legs for him whenever he 
wanted. Whether or not he was all talk was questionable. I 
tended to believe that he was speaking from experience. I knew 
the difficulties of getting into the pants of a ten-year-old who 
had already found pussy, let alone double pussy on a regular 
basis.
 
When it was obvious to him that no girls were about to show 
up, he started getting anxious to leave. It was then that I went 
into full gear, saying something like, "Man, I wish they showed 
up. I'm horny as well. I got a bonner that won't quit." I thought 
that I was being very convincing, however, he shot me a look 
which told me otherwise. This little boy knew that I was on his 
dick.
 
Eventually I mustered up the courage to suggest that since we 
were both horny, that we might as well jack off. Without 
missing a beat I asked him if he had ever jacked off with another 
boy. In response he laughed, and said that he had been jacking 
off since he was two, and all his brothers jacked off all over the 
place all of the time. I almost suggested that we go to his house 
and have a big jack off, but I wisely decided against it.
 
The young ruffian agreed to a jack off, and took his pants first 
down, and then off. I noticed two things at once. He was not 
wearing any underwear, a trait that I liked, and he was hung, 
with a capital HUNG! I knew that he knew that I was checking 
out his dick, and his sneer came back, seemingly saying, "Go 
ahead and reach for my dick and see what happens faggot."
 
After depantsing myself, we propped ourselves up against a 
grass-covered dirt mound, and busied our hands. As the boy 
stroked himself, I began to fear that he might be as large, if not 
larger than me when he finished popping his bonner. He was 
impressive as all hell. I was beginning to think that he had a 
little too much dick for my tastes. While he leveled out at about 
four and a half inches, what really made his size impressive was 
his width. His dick looked like one of those cut outs that men 
make, pasting the dick of a grown man onto a picture of a 
young boy. The proportions didn't seem to match. The boy had 
a monster dick, and he knew it.
 
After half-heartily stoking ourselves for a little while, I asked 
him if anyone else had ever jacked him off, say like another 
boy-type someone else. He looked at me with an unreadable 
look for a few seconds, and then laid back, spreading his legs a 
little wider, saying, "You want my dick, don't you faggot?"
 
In such cases I know well how to handle myself. I knew it was 
time to bail out, so gathering my courage, I lowered my head 
and mumbled, "Yes." 
 
"Go ahead faggot, play with my dick. It's bigger en'yours 
anyway." I refuse no offer to play with a boy's dick, and so I 
meekly reach out and try to fit my hand around his arm-size 
dick. He had to be at least four inches round, and perhaps much 
more. All I knew was that I had seen fat boy dicks in my time, 
but none that fat, especially on a prepub body.
 
"Go ahead queer boy, suck it. Suck it like it was your baby 
bottle." the monster said, almost yelling, laughing at me all the 
time. I moved forward beginning to take him up on his offer, 
and then stopped myself. I did not like the way that things were 
going. Just as I was about to tell him so, he grabbed onto my 
head and pushed it down into his crotch, rather forcefully.
 
"Suck it faggot," he commanded. His crotch did not do much 
for me. I do not mind the sweet sweaty smell of boyhood, as a 
matter of fact I think it should be the national scent and that it 
should be made into a cologne, however, this boy was ripe. It 
seemed to me that it was a long while since his crotch seen 
water, and there was a good chance that he still pissed the bed, 
as he had a strong urine odor about him being that close to his 
club.
 
Oh well, when in Rome, and so I took his monster into my 
mouth. After becoming accustomed to his size, I attempted to 
give him good head, hoping that my sucking would wash away 
the somewhat bitter taste of his unwashed cock. I was counting 
my blessings that a surgeon's knife had taken away his 
foreskin. I would have died if I had to suck whatever was under 
that.
 
The young hood remained quiet during my blow-job, short of 
snorting and huffing and puffing with pleasure. Although it 
gave me some satisfaction to be able to tame him, even if only 
for the length of a blow-job, it was not one of my more 
memorable conquests.
 
When boy wonder began to reach climax, he grabbed onto my 
head again, and this time directed me up and down his dick, half 
choking me to death in the process. I half expected to have my 
mouth filled with his sour boy juice, however, he was a bump 
and grinder, and not a shooter. I continued to suck him until he 
went soft, hoping that my sucking was irritating to him.
 
"Not bad faggot, " was my thanks for putting up with his filthy 
groin and jewels. He reached down, took my underpants, and 
wiped his cock and balls off in them. This boy was quickly 
becoming a nightmare. When he put on his pants it was a signal 
that it was over, but when I reached for mine, he told me to 
wait, and he would do me.
 
"Do me...DO ME?" I asked myself. Do me how? Although 
intrigued with the thought of my being able to shove my dick 
down his throat, I worried that he might really do me, and do 
me good.
 
Having me lie down, he reached over and took hold of my dick. I 
braced myself for the torture to my genitals which I could feel 
coming. Instead, however, he began to stroke me up and down, 
with fairly nice practiced strokes. He was definitely good at 
giving hand-jobs. When he had me right at the brink of shooting, 
he stopped, and cupped my balls, squeezing them a bit, muttering 
"Not yet," almost under his breath.
 
 
THE S's
CHAPTER 2
 
While he had my balls in his grip, he decided to take advantage 
of the situation. Squeezing them hard, and then grinding them 
together to get my attention, he said, "If you tell anyone that I 
played with your dick, or that I sucked you off, I'll kill you, 
understand?" An additional squeeze brought an immediate 
response from me. "I'm not kidding," was his next and final 
warning before he lowered his head and swallowed me whole.
 
I began to understand that part of his behavior must have been 
learned. The way that he handled a dick, both in hand and 
mouth, told me that he was no stranger to them. I would bet 
anything, that he was forced into servicing his older brothers, if 
not all his male relatives.
 
Without batting an eye, and without coming up for air even 
once, the boy sucked me dry, not even one little sperm 
remaining anywhere on or in my dick. When he was finished, 
he licked his lips, wiped them on his arm, and then got up, and 
said, "I'm going now. Be here again tomorrow, I wanna fuck 
ya."
 
For the rest of the day, throughout the night, and into the next 
day, the encounter with the boy troubled me. What troubled me 
even more was the fact that I wanted to go back and feel his dick 
ripping its way into my ass. I was with the belief that after he 
was through, he would offer up his ass as well.
 
Finally the appointed time was at hand, and I found myself 
heading out to meet the little terror. Confused was my state 
then, and all through that day. When I arrived at my hide out I 
was relieved to see that he wasn't there. Just as I was about to 
leave, however, he appeared. In tow, was a diaper clad boy (?) 
about three or four. When I looked questioningly at the baby, 
older brother said, "He's not here for anything, it's my turn to 
watch him." With that he began to undress, and indicated that I 
should follow suit. Normally I am not shy about undressing in 
front of any boy, regardless of his age, but somehow with the 
little nipper standing there half in and half out of his diaper, with 
his thumb in his mouth, I felt shy.
 
My little Adolf, however, cured me of this shyness, when he 
bellowed for me to strip. We began pretty much like the 
previous day, first playing with ourselves, and then me reaching 
over to play with his dick. When my hand wrapped around the 
boy's dick, the baby giggled. When eventually my lips found 
the boy's cock, the baby laughed outright. While I sucked older 
brother, I glanced over at baby brother. If I were not mistaken, 
there was a bigger bulge in the front of his diaper than before.
 
Tiring of my oral talents, the boy told me to roll onto my 
stomach, that it was time for him to fuck me. Simple as that, he 
was going to fuck me. When older brother positioned himself 
over me, and rubbed his spit into my crack, baby brother cooed. 
When I grunted in pain as the boy's dick forced its way into my 
ass, the baby actually clapped his hands together. He was 
enjoying the show. The little fucker thought that this was all for 
his pleasure.
 
As we progressed, and my ass was stretched to its limits, baby 
brother hand his hand down the front of his diaper, obviously 
caressing his little bonner. I mentally thought to correct "little." 
If he were anything like his brother who was presently ripping 
my ass apart, he had a dick like a twelve-year-old. As kinky as 
it sounds, I was dying to find out. My opportunity came when 
baby brother sat down in front of me, a few feet away, 
obviously enjoying the faces I was making each time his older 
brother poked me with his club.
 
Reaching out my arm, I grabbed onto his leg, and pulled him a 
little closer to me. At first he looked panic stricken, and I felt 
guilty, but as I began to stroke his thigh, he relaxed and 
smiled...almost leered like older brother did. God, that family 
was scary.
 
I wasn't sure if older brother was paying attention to me, or if 
he even cared at that point, but I reached out my arm, and began 
to rub the little guy's belly. This he liked, and he pushed 
himself a little further to me. This gave me my perfect chance. 
Reaching to either side of him, I released the already falling 
apart adhesives, allowing me to pull down the front of his 
diaper.
 
There before my eyes was a hard-on almost two inches long. I 
was pleased, however, to see that whereas baby brother was 
well hung, he was not as thick as a tree. All in all, it was a 
pretty little dick, much like many of my favorite eight and nine-
year-old ones. Baby did not mind one bit when I reached for his 
dick, and began caressing it between my fingers.
 
I felt older brother stop his fucking of my ass for a moment, and 
figured that I was dead meat. He began again, however, and 
ordered me to suck his little brother's dick. Me suck a baby 
dick? Me? OK.
 
Obviously little brother understood the words suck his dick. He 
got a big smile on his face, and stood up, his floppy little 
bonner jumping as he stood up. I reached out to him, and he 
took a hold of my hand. I pulled him gently to me, slid him 
down on his bottom before me, spread his legs, and dived 
down onto his dick. After a few giggles and squirms, the little 
boy settled down, laid back, and cooed while I sucked his never 
fading dick. I had to admit that baby's crotch was more pleasant 
than brother's, even with baby being still in diapers. Having his 
little hard-on to suck on made the whole ordeal of having my 
insides rearranged feel better.
 
My sucking of baby brother continued on long after older 
brother busted his nut. I savored every inch of baby's dick, and 
sampled his tiny balls for desert. I wandered my tongue down 
between his legs as far as they would go, and managed a few 
swipes at his little asshole. I was pleased that I didn't find any 
surprises when there.
 
Older brother sat off to the side, still naked, watching me orally 
love his baby brother. Finally when the little guy could no 
longer maintain his erection, I stopped, after trying hopelessly 
to coax his soft little thing back to life. Brother didn't say much 
as I pulled baby to me, and began to caress his chest, back, and 
little bottom. My thoughts were at that moment if I could 
manage to get baby to suck me, but brother interpreted my 
stroking of baby's ass as my desire.
 
Somewhere outside of my day dreams I heard, "You can't fuck 
him, he's too little. Fuck him between his legs, he likes that." 
He did like it, and so did I.
 
Brother and I met again several more times, but he always came 
alone after that. My ass became use to his monster dick, and 
with each encounter he grew more and more aggressive. He 
would pinch and poke me, and while fucking me, he would slap 
at the sides of my buttocks. I might have been young, but I 
already knew the signs. It seemed that as he grew more excited 
he would grow more aggressive, and as he got more 
aggressive, he grew more excited. The boy was a sadist. He got 
off on inflicting pain. In his own little way, with all of his 
aggression, rudeness, and crudeness, he was making love with 
me.
 
Eventually he got too rough for me to handle. Each sex session 
with him included a fair amount of torture, and that torture was 
becoming more and more real each time. When I began to fail to 
show up, he would find me and ask why. Eventually we 
discussed his love of sadism, and he agreed that it did turn him 
on sexually. Totally out of character, he begged me to continue 
on with him. When I told him that I wasn't into S&M, he 
offered baby brother again, lock, stock, and asshole if I wanted, 
and then the twins if I so desired them.
 
Although the offer was tempting, I declined. It was bad enough 
to be roughed up during sex with one sadist, let along with his 
eight-year-old twin brothers tag teaming with him. To this day I 
wonder what it would have been like if I had agreed and stayed 
with him. Somehow, I think it was smarter that I bailed out 
when I did. As I got to know and understand him, I found that 
he was a great kid, but just a little too kinky, even for me.
 
THE END
 
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