Date: Mon, 26 May 2003 00:36:17 +0000
From: Devin Baron <debonair36@hotmail.com>
Subject: THIS CHARMING BOY (m/b, oral, anal) [2/3]

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are under 18 or if you are not an adult according to the laws of your
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you are not interested in fantasies involving young boys. This file
contains sexually EXPLICIT material.

The author does not condone any of the acts in this file. This story
was not written to advocate sexual activity with minors. Agatha
Christie wrote about murderers all her life. She was not a criminal.
Please support free speech and stop censorship.

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(man/boy, oral, anal)



THIS CHARMING BOY    by DEBONAIR

PART 2 of 3

   I may have painted an idyllic picture of the boy. Tyler was indeed
a pretty child with a pleasant character. But he could also be the most
annoying brat at times. Once the floodgates were open, he yakked and
yakked endlessly with his soprano voice, asking questions and telling
pointless tales. His stubbornness was legendary. His tantrums were
earsplitting. I came close to slapping him several times.

The relentless harassment got to me on the eve of an important exam.
He was berating me while I tried to study. "I'm bored. Let's go see a
movie!" he whined again and again, nudging me on my chair, ignoring
my rebuttals. "NO TYLER!" I growled. "FUCK OFF TYLER" I raised my
voice.

I lost it shortly after thirty minutes of persecution and pushed him
on a chair. The youngster was elated that I was finally giving him the
attention he thought he deserved. He didn't budge when I tied his
wrists to the rungs of the backseat with the sleeves of a shirt.
"Stay there and shut up. This test tomorrow is very important for me."

   "Bleah." he grumbled, pouting like a four-year-old.

For a while, the refreshing silence allowed me to ruminate on my
studies. The squeaky voice spoke again, "Robert, I need to do it."

   "What now?" I turned my head, looking at the bound cutie squirming
in his chair.

   "My dick's hard." he said, lifting his pelvis off the seat to
present me the growth in his shorts. "Untie me."

   "You think I'm gonna fall for that trick?" I snorted and knelt at
his bare feet. This was the ideal situation to show him how much of a
nuisance I could be too. He struggled to free himself as he noticed
the flicker of malevolence in my eyes. My knots were secure and I
proceeded to lower his shorts and undies down to his ankles. His pink
cocklet was very stiff indeed, pointing up valiantly.

   "What are you doing?" he asked.

   "Making sure you don't bother me for the rest of the night."

With the tip of my index I traced the outline of his excited pecker.
The rigid morsel inflated some more, pushing against the foreskin. I
continued the torture, running the tip of my finger tenderly over his
penis, barely touching it, just brushing against the engorged weenie.

   "Don't do that!" Tyler barked, out of frustration.

I teased his erection again, petting it cautiously like a gerbil, for
five minutes non-stop. He looked down at me, wriggling in the chair,
his nostrils flaring. "I'm gonna tell my mom you did that!" he
threatened me.

   "You won't." I called his bluff, rubbing under his dickhead. "How
does it feel Tyler to have someone constantly tormenting you?"

   "ARGGHHHHH!" he screamed, shaking his head left and right.

The beautiful boyhood was entirely swollen now, craving the release it
so needed. A rivulet of clear liquid dribbled out of his tiny peehole
and ran down his slim shaft. Tyler's gray eyes were starting to float
in tears of joy and resentment. I teased his penis slowly some more,
assuming he would break down soon and accept defeat.

   "Pleeze, make me cum." he finally cried out.

   "Promise you will go watch TV and leave me alone?"

   "Are you gonna suck it?"

I backed off and swatted his knees. "You lil'-"

   "-C'mon, suck my dick and I won't bother you anymore."

I paused, resigning myself to the fact I'd already gone too far with
the precocious laddie. Tyler's sigh of relief filled my ears as my lips
swallowed his little rod. The juicy weenie was so damn hot and tasty on
my tongue. I went down on him fast, already regretting my actions. His
high-pitched moans reminded me loud and clear that he was only ten-
years-old.

   "OHHHH YEAH! OH YEAH!" he raved. "THAT'S SOOO GOOD!"

I clamped down on his willy, wanting him to come sooner than later.
And he did just that, stiffening on the chair, erupting into my mouth a
few times. I bobbed my head on his quaking peter, suctioning out all
the salty nectar. It had only taken two minutes, but I knew I would be
haunted by it forever. Tyler grinned grandly. I smiled at the naughty
child, feeling his fresh pre-teen spunk oozing down my throat.

Just after my twentieth birthday, it was Tyler's turn to have his. We
all gathered around the kitchen table and watched him blow off the
eleven candles on his cake. He unwrapped his mother's gift first,
merrily ripping through the colorful paper around the big box to
reveal a soccer ball.

   "I managed to find some money to enroll you in the soccer team this
year." Angela said.

   "Thanks, mom!"

It had never occurred to me that there could have been a shortage of
cash. Angela always provided great meals and seemed to be financially
sound. The discovery startled me. Tyler picked up my birthday envelope,
pretending to be excited when it's common knowledge that all kids
abhor birthday cards. He opened it and read it silently.

   "What does it say?" Angela queried.

   "It says he's gonna be my slave?" the boy chirped, dumbfounded.

   "Yep, next Saturday, you're gonna have my entire attention. You can
make me drive you wherever you wanna go. I will do absolutely everything
you want this one day."

   "Cool!"

   "You don't know what you're getting into." Angela remarked.

On the special day, the boy woke me at six a.m. to run his bath. He
made me wash him, relishing my submission to his every whim, demanding
that I cleaned his butt real good with the soap and washcloth. I
obeyed his desires, scrubbing every intimate spot on the uninhibited
lad.

He laid inert on the bed, commanding me to dress him up. I put his
white socks on his boyfeet, slid his underwear along his hairless legs.
Then his shorts and a T-shirt. And we were off for breakfast at the
restaurant. Afterwards, a short trip at the arcade and later a most
unusual request for a pit stop at the hair salon. The kid wanted to dye
his hair red. Not just any red. Bright red like a fire engine. I nearly
fainted as I paid for the discoloration of his golden mane.

After lunch, we headed outside the city to the water park. The afternoon
flew by while he frolicked in his speedo down every slide, forcing me
to accompany him in the steepest descents. I was eleven again, having
fun with wild Tyler. It seemed I had never been closer to him. And I
savored every minute until it was time to leave.

The changing rooms of the water park were in a small building. They
had those stalls serving as cubicles for privacy. We selected the
nearest one and locked ourselves in. I turned my back a second. The boy
placed his hands around my neck. "I betcha I could kill you here and
nobody'd find out." he muttered, compressing a bit.

   "I'd like to see that!" I retorted, trying to disentangle myself.
He wrapped his arms tightly around my torso and pressed his groin on
my ass, humping like a dog. "Stop that and get dressed. I'm hungry."
I told him off, again baffled that the kid was so sexualized.

   "I need to piss real bad." he blurted out.

   "You can go there." I pointed out to him kindly, showing the drain
pipe in the center of the cement floor.

He aligned himself over the hole and pulled down the front of his
speedo. The flow of urine spilled out of his penis. The cool water had
shrunk his dick to the size of a double A battery, but soon it was
beefing up. He giggled stupidly, eyeing his piss splattering on the
drain.

We removed our damp swimsuits. I pivoted around to find him there,
fondling his boner and ogling at me. His face beamed with the glow
of his arousal. I pretended not to notice, praying he would not take
me to the edge again. The boy moved closer with a mischievous grin.
He grabbed my balls without hesitation.

   "Hey, no touching!" I reprimanded him, shoving his arm away.

   "You said, I could do whatever I want today!" he bellowed.

   "That's not part of the deal."

   "It's not fair. You gotta let me play with your dick."

I wiped my brow, perceiving a headache coming on. My dick stiffened
from the clear indication that he wanted to have sex with me again. I
was betrayed by my own prick lengthening before his young eyes,
showing him I was slipping. The tie-up game had been a big mistake.
Some kind of recognition from my part that this sex play was rational.
A permission for us to engage in forbidden games. I had to do something
but only came up with the stupidest idea.

   "Okay then, how about you get down on your knees and suck me off?"
I proposed with a vulgar tone, hoping he'd retreat and save me further
sorrow. In the back of my mind, I knew he would do it. I think I
wanted him to do it? I was not surprised to see him kneeling at my feet
in defiance, attaching himself to the back of my thighs.

His mouth advanced towards my groin. I slipped my fingers in the silky
scarlet mop atop his head and stopped him. "I was just kidding, Tyler.
You don't have to do this."

He looked up and didn't say a word, rolling his eyes in their sockets
like it wasn't such a big thing. I signed and let him go on. He kissed
my pendulous balls and licked randomly along the side of my hardening
pole. To ease my guilt, I thought about how at the same age I would
have probably done the same thing if a nice prick had been shoved in
my face.

He opened his trap and gobbled me up. I watched my cock disappear until
there was no space left between his lips. He had absorbed five inches
of my meat. His tongue was swirling awkwardly around it. "Just slide
on it." I advised.

The little sexpot put his hand on his own lonely dick and jacked off
while he began moving his hungry mouth on my penis. "Yeah, that's it
Tyler. You're doing well. Suck that cock." I exclaimed. His wet lips
accelerated, engulfing my shaft till the back of his throat snuggled
the large knob.  He was siphoning me on the way up, sucking my flesh
like a trained whore in the most delicious way.

The amorous moans of our bliss resonated in the enclosure. Shivers
rattled my bones. I could not believe it was happening. The little
mouth was absolutely fantastic, stimulating all the right spots,
clasping around every centimeter of my engorged phallus. "Slow down,
cowboy!" I squealed, capturing his bobbing head to savor the tranquil
delights of his suckling lips.

For an instant, I was frightened. What if somebody burst in through
the door? I could see it. The people storming our stall to catch a
glimpse of the rabid man getting a blowjob from a kid. At the
water park of all places! I could see them, bug-eyed, accusing me of
being the child molester that I really was.

Tyler must have noticed I was getting lost for he pursued with more
passion, sucking and poking his tongue at my dickhead. The escalating
pleasure banished my worries. I looked down again at his cheeks
grotesquely plump from my obese fuckstick. His lips were gleaming. His
babyface was glowing from devotion. I put my back against the wall and
surrendered my hard mancock to his horny mouth.

   "Goddamn, you're gonna make me cum, Tyler!" I warned him. He wanked
himself faster, sucking frantically. All was a blur as we neared our
respective orgasms. I felt his breathing, uneven and broken, like he
was choking. But he was coming. His dick squirted a hot stream of
boyjuice on my ankle. My initial splurge of sauce plastered his palate.
He pulled off, leaving my hard-on unattended, wagging in the air and
spitting sperm all over his face.

The youngster stayed there, his eyes shut, as I showered him with a
deluge of discharge. He laughed whole-heartedly, unfettered by the
mess. "I'm sorry.", was the only thing that came to my mind, and the
first thing I repeated when his mother saw his red hair.

   "Do you like it, mom?" the boy queried.

She feigned a smile and directed her ominous stare to me.

   "Oh no, don't start the blame game!" I put my foot down. "He got the
idea. I only paid for it!"

   "Is that so?" she countered.

   "What's wrong, Angela? Aren't you happy your son is expressing
himself freely? Isn't that how you raised him?"

   "I'm totally okay with it." she lied.

I was ecstatic. For once, I had won a battle. The gypsy woman who
boasted her open-mindness was pissed off by the punkish hairdo. For a
couple of days, I walked on a cloud. She had displayed a weakness. She
wasn't the goddess of hipness.

Everything came crashing down one afternoon as I arrived home, finding
Tyler sobbing in the corner and his mother fuming in the other. The
hair incident had triggered a conversation between the two of them.
But I didn't need to be cognizant of that to see that something was
awfully wrong. Just looking at the kid's puffy red eyes told me that
the shit was going to hit the fan. And I was petrified.

   "You fuckin' bastard." Angela mumbled.

   "Listen, I don't know what he said. But-"

   "-How could you do THAT!" she cut me. "Can't you tell the difference
between cuddling him and sticking your dirty dick in his mouth for
CHRISSAKE!"

The words I was supposed to say were stuck in my throat. My heart was
sinking.

   "Are you a faggot or a pedophile?" she roared.

   "I I-" I stammered.

   "Look at him. He's eleven, Robert! Just a baby."

I retraced my steps in the corridor, tears springing to my eyes. The
jagged edge of the truth was shredding my guts. There was nothing I
could say to defend myself because she was right. Every word was like
a knife stabbing me. My eyes caught a glimpse of the sobbing boy
again. It was so obvious. He was a child and I was a man. How could I
had forgotten that?

   "I'm sorry." I muttered.

   "Where do think you're going?"

   "Please, I need to take a walk." I begged.

   "If I ever learn that you had sex with my son again. I will wake
up in the night and slash your balls off!" she growled, pointing a
sharp fingernail at me. "And don't think I won't do it! You know I
will."

With those memorable parting words, I took to the street, strolling
aimlessly and reflecting on my foolishness. Did I really think I could
go on unpunished? The thoughts in my brain were mangled. I wished she
had kicked me out or punched me on the nose.

The sound of sneakers stomping on the sidewalk grew louder. I glanced
at the little demon walking in a cowardly fashion next to me.

   "Do you hate me?" Tyler uttered barely audibly.

I restrained myself from lashing at him. "Why did you tell her?"

   "I didn't think she would be mad! I always tell her everything!"

   "Well, in the real world, people keep things to themselves, like
with whom they have sex." I snapped and cringed, suddenly aware I had
used a tactic of every child abuser; silencing the victim.

   "Do you hate my mom?"

That was a tough one. I calmed down. "No, your mom's only looking out
for what's best for you," I said sincerely. "in a warped, dysfunctional
kinda way, but you're gonna be okay."

The wind rose as we entered the park and sat down on a bench. Tyler
hugged his bare legs. I sprawled on the brown seat, as if I'd been
beaten with a stick for hours. There was a concerned look on the kid's
pretty face. He put his chin atop his knees and looked straight at me
with his puppy eyes. "I think I love you."

Tyler's sweet admission warmed my heart. I could not be cruel enough
to tell him that he surely could not be in love with me. That all
eleven-year-old boys are compulsive little wankers and therefore he
loved sex, not me.

   "You don't even know me. What's my favorite color?" I tested him.

   "That's easy. Red."

   "What's my favorite food?"

   "Pork chops."

   "This one you won't get. What's my favorite day?"

   "Friday."

   "Okay, smarty pants. My favorite part on your bony frame?"

   "My butt." he peeped and blushed.

The clever kid had been perceptive. It was eerie listening to him
describing me with pinpoint accuracy, like we were old lovers. I died
a little bit inside. What we had going on between us was not meant to
be. I had to crush the blossoming buds of our relationship under my
shoe or suffer the consequences.

   "I love you very much, like you are my little brother," I conceded.
"And that's why there's gonna be no fooling around."

Tyler did not share my bed anymore. He befriended a kid on his soccer
team and brought him home. I was slightly jealous of the new boy.
However, the time they played with nerf toys allowed me to get back
into my studies more seriously.

The other kid was a tad taller and sturdier. But when they chattered,
it was blatant that Tyler was much more mature. He could twist and
influence the young visitor with a string of full proof arguments that
left even me stun.

For a week, I was okay. Then I became obsessed one day. My thoughts
were of the boy. I could not study anymore. I put my pencil down and
listened to Tyler and his buddy yak about their world. The melodious
voice of my charge was blessed with lovely overtones of carefree glee
that soothed my ears.

A hazy black cloud blurred my vision. I turned around trying to find
some sense of direction. The ground under my feet cracked open and I
plummeted in a bottomless pit, scratching at the walls in an attempt
to stop the vertiginous fall. All of sudden, I was bouncing on the
springs of a mattress. My head was spinning. A bolt of lightning
flashed brightly and a man was on top of me, approaching his face
before mine. I looked at the blond hunk in puzzlement as a trickle of
familiarity ran down my back. "Tyler? Where am I?"

   "It's me, you're home. Cum inside me."

I woke up and turned around, seeing young Tyler standing paralyzed in
the hallway. "What?" I blabbered.

   "I said, Jesse's gone home. Come watch TV."

   "Yeah sure." I replied, shaking the strange dream away.

We sat down at either ends of the couch in our underpants and flipped
through the channels seeking something remotely entertaining. The
boy's legs were on my chest as if I was an ottoman. I tugged on the
white sock covering his left foot and massaged the small extremity.
Then I traded for the next one, watching him enjoy the pleasure of my
touch and squirm when it tickled. Much too my dismay, even the lad's
boyfeet got me excited. I leaned and sucked on his big toe. "Mmmmmmm"

He looked over and laughed. "It can't be that tasty after I've been
running all day."

   "You'd be surprised how tasty you are." I said. "Besides, it's the
only thing I can suck on you. At least, I think so."

The youngster flashed me a wicked grin and scooted over me, approaching
like a tiger in much the same way the man in my dream had done, inching
his face before mine. His ticker was beating against my heart, so very
fast. His crotch grinded against the bulge in my boxers. "I won't tell
my mom." he whispered.

   "You won't tell her what?"

   "That I sucked your dick again."

   "I thought you liked me, Tyler. You want me to get kicked out?"

He stood up and stepped out of his undies, returning across my legs
naked. How I loved everything about the crazy urchin. His smells and
his perfect skin stretched tautly over burgeoning muscles. How I
craved that cute butt of his, so firm, so small, and his bubble gum
dick, seemingly hard all the time, jutting from his bald groin. But
mostly, I loved the way he averted my stare, gazing away coyly, afraid
I might interfere with his sexual initiatives. Like now, as he fondled
the bloated sausage in my underwear, rubbing it as if it was Aladdin's
magic lamp.

I pulled my boxers down and watched him attack the throbbing tool. He
squeezed it, kissed it, chewed on my balls and licked them all over.
He slapped his face with my pole and opened up wide, stuffing his
mouth with the vibrant flesh. It was impossible to believe the kid was
only eleven, the way he worked that fat hose into his trap without
batting an eyelash.

He straddled my mid-section and sat his petite ass on my erection. The
cushion of his buns was so smooth over my drooling pole. He wriggled
on me, jacking his kiddy boner, decidedly aroused by the feel of my
swollen cock underneath his boybutt. I watched him maneuver over my
crotch. He squatted and rubbed his asshole on my wet cockhead. "You're
gonna hurt yourself." I commented.

The satyr applied pressure on my rigid fuckstick but I knew he'd never
be able to take me. The moist heat of his anus was so amazing. He
jerked his dick frantically, sitting his hole on my tubular prickhead.
There was something oddly exciting and sad about that kid trying to
impale himself on my huge prong. His impatience to do adult things made
me feel somber and heartsick yet compelled to teach him the ways of
physical love.

   "OHH OWWW! OWWW!" Tyler cried out suddenly, wheezing for air.

I glimpsed at his grimacing face. The vise of his assring was now
under my cockhead. The eager beaver had popped my whole knob into
himself.

   "Ohhhh it hurts!" he complained.

   "SHIIIIT TYLER!" I burst out, abruptly awakening to the reality of
the situation. My dick was into the kid. It was the most horrible
thing in the world! Worse than if I had beat him black and blue.

   "OOWWWW! UHHH!"

   "Jack off faster!" I suggested.

The lad heeded my call, hovering over my groin with the bulbous end
of my erection stuck up his butthole. His whines of panic soared in my
ears. He masturbated like a maniac, trying to get his rocks off quickly
so that it would vanquish the pain. I lost my load right then and
emptied myself up his rectum. He came in the meantime. His body
shuddered. His virgin pucker wrung my penis tightly.

Tyler disembarked off my cock and started to laugh like a loon. I
joined him, totally mesmerized by his zest for life. Something broke
inside me and I knew at that very moment that I would never forgive
myself if I denied my heart all the love it had for the boy. I had
spoiled enough already with my idiotic hang-ups.


END of PART 2.

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