Date: Mon, 26 May 2003 00:38:19 +0000
From: Devin Baron <debonair36@hotmail.com>
Subject: THIS CHARMING BOY (m/b, oral, anal) [3/3]

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are under 18 or if you are not an adult according to the laws of your
State or Country. Do NOT read this if you are easily offended or if
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 3 of 3

   Tyler stepped up to my room the next evening, immediately after his
mother had gone to work. His stance in the doorway was anything but
defensive. One arm leaned up against the door facing, one leg bent
at the knee, bare toe idly scratching at the inside of his calf,
black T-shirt riding up on the side to reveal a smooth plane of
white skin over the waistline of his oversized pants drooping low
on his hips.

I closed my study book and rolled my chair on the hardwood floor to
him, trapping his legs between my knees. "You're gonna annoy me all
evening again?" I asked, seeing the usual mischievous glint in his
pupils. This time however, there was something else emanating from
his smiling face, a latent dose of lust blending elusively with
boyish shyness.

   "How come you never kiss me?" he demanded, leaning over seriously.

   "I didn't think you'd like that. Go ahead." I answered, raising my
face until my big nose rubbed against his button, my mouth ajar just
enough to give him entrance. Our lips touched and the boy's breath
filled my lungs. He pressed hard against my mouth and pulled back to
look at my dazed mug. Before I could get my senses back, I was forced
into another kiss. The second one clumsy and overeager like you'd
expect from a child. Tyler's mouth sucked me in a demanding manner,
his tongue shoving past my lips as I gave way to his hungry passion.

My hands wandered on his hips and on his shapely buns while he kissed
me almost violently. There were no more excuses in my brain. I did not
even look for the energy to resist. I returned the kiss, slithering my
tongue in his mouth to lick his pearly white teeth. He unsnapped his
pants and let them fall to the floor. My hands groped between his
thighs, discovering he had not put on underwear. His nutbag was tightly
drawn, his insatiable dick was stiff. I toyed with his genitals without
remorse.

When he pulled his beautiful face away, breaking the intense kiss,
another man was looking at him. He recognized my new disposition and
smiled slyly. I unbuckled my pants. Tyler's oversized t-shirt vanished
from his skinny frame. It was the only thing left on him. He climbed on
the bed, stark naked, and contemplated me as I peeled off my jeans and
boxers. Soon, we were united in sin again on my bed.

His skin was hot against mine. I crushed his small body in my arms,
kissing his face, caressing his back from the cleft of his boyass all
the way up to the fuzzy nape of his neck. We rolled on the mattress,
smoldering in the fire of our embrace. I looked deeply into the wet
eyes of my young lover, seeing straight into his soul. Tears pooled at
the bottom of his eyelids and ran down the curb of his cheeks.

   "Are you okay?" I asked, brushing away the wayward scarlet bangs
stuck to his sweaty forehead.

   "I'm crying cuz' I'm happy." he responded, sniffling and wiping away
the damp streams to reclaim his masculine identity.

I sought his kiss but he was already nibbling at my jaw, scraping my
beard with his teeth. Fast and feverishly, he moved to one nipple,
suckling it briefly, then he abandoned it to go below and follow the
line of black hairs trailing from my belly-button to my pubes. Both
hands on my rigid manhood, he lowered his lips upon it. A guttural
groan escaped my lips from the lash of pleasure brought on by his
sucking mouth.

He tugged on my cock with rude yanks and took swipes with his tongue
around the edge of the moist helmet, showing me how much he loved it,
how much he was grateful that I was so damn hard for his sexy body.
But his little mouth did not pleasure me long.

I glanced at him and understood it was my turn to perform the delectable
deed. I crept to his loins only to be disappointed as he flipped over
on his tummy, playing hard to get, dissimulating the piece of candy
under him.

My hand on his hipbone, I turned him on his back easily, totally
sexed-up, yearning for the zing of boyjuice on my taste buds. Again, he
rolled over quietly, presenting me his backside. His intentions were
obvious, now. "You really wanna do this, uh?" I murmured, patting his
divine tail.

   He nodded.

I fled to the bathroom, wondering how I was going to take his cherry
for real. How I could cram my huge prick up his narrow backdoor and
still make it an enjoyable experience for both us, something he would
remember fondly all his life unlike my deflowering at the hand of a
jock teenager, who had shoved himself into me like a rutting dog.

My hands were shaking as I picked up the bottle of hand lotion. I was
suddenly very afraid of losing him. I knew he would never be the same
after.

He spread his legs and undulated on the bed sheets. I breezed over
him and proceeded to lube his asscrack, then my cock with copious
smears of the glistening emollient. Despite my apprehensions, my
fuckstick was a steel rod. I wanted to nail him for sure. There were
no doubts about it. I wanted to give him a lesson on how boys and men
had been quenching their lust for one another since the beginning of
time.

Prone over his small figure, I swung my arm under his chin and eased
my slippery pole between his buttocks. He tightened up, readying
himself for the loss of the last of his innocence. "It's the opposite,
Tyler." I cajoled him with my voice. "You have to loosen up. Put your
mouth on my arm and bite down when it hurts. If it hurts very very
much, then you bite me very very hard. OK?"

   "Yess. I'm not scared!" he swore.

His teeth sank into my flesh as soon as the tip of my erection pierced
his boyhole. I paused, feeling my dickhead stuck in the quivering ring.
The little sphincter was upset, biting me the same way the boy was. The
more I plunged into him, the deeper his pointy teeth seared on my arm.
The sustained numbing pain made me wince. It felt like I was fucking
myself, sticking my cock into my own asshole and experiencing both
sides of the penetration.

The pressure of Tyler's jaw on my arm abated. I pushed my whole knob
into his tender anus. He bit me hard. So damn hard, puncturing the skin.
His sharp canines were embedded, uncompromising. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry."
I lamented, kissing the top of his head. "Just wait a while, don't fight
it, that's it. I promise it can be good."

The kid's heartbeat slowed down, pulsing lightly all around the
stretched anus strangling the crown of my cockhead. The difficult part
was over. I probed further, inserting an inch of hot meat than another
one, up to four inches of my prick. I pulled back and glided in, fucking
him with mellow strokes.

Tyler moaned, unclenching his maxilla on my arm. It was easier than I
had expected. I rose and sank into the grip of his asshole. The bloody
imprint of his teeth was smarting, but I didn't care anymore. I was
fucking him. Tyler was a good partner, steering me the right way to
give him pleasure; he whined whenever I twisted my pole into his hole
and he tilted his head back, fussing and kicking my ass with his heels
when I drove too deep.

The cries, the wincing and muscles twitches eventually went away with
time. I rode his rump with a steadier rhythm. The sight of his little
white mounds hugging my fat prick was quite unnerving, yet thrilling.
His moans were subdued, melodic, similar to a kitten purring.

   "Feeling good, now?" I inquired.

   "Yeah," he sighed. "I like it when you pump it in my butt."

   "Let's switch. Get on your back and grab your knees." I oriented
him.

With the kid's feet on my shoulders, I leaned over and kissed his
swollen lips. His butt was split open. His gaping assmouth was red
and slimy from the fuck juices. I mounted him, burying myself into his
rectum deeper this time. He yelped out and scrunched his face. But as
I began to sodomise him anew, his face turned to utter ecstasy, like
he'd been drugged up.

He fiddled with his limp pecker, bringing it back to life. My cock
nudged against his prostate and he moaned. I slammed my mouth down on
his, muffling the echo of his grunts, looking into his eyes to see the
hurricane of new pleasures overtaking him. Pleasures reserved to men,
not little boys. Painful pleasures that paved the way to a sexual eden
made of a million fountains gushing pure delights.

Tyler wrapped his arms around the back of my neck, curving my body,
angling me in a way that my thrusts were more accommodating. "YOU'RE
FUCKING ME!" he hailed hysterically, shaken by the growing tempo of
my plowing. "Can you feel it, Tyler?" I whispered in his ear. "Can
you feel how hard I am for you?" I mumbled, sodomizing him like a man,
my cock pounding into his butt.

   "Yeahhh! Fuck me! FUCK ME!" he exulted.

The lad's position was so raunchy, bent in two, legs dangling in the
air, all ten tiny toes curled up and his hands pulling me deeper into
the recess of his bowels. I forgot he was eleven and I rammed my
fuckstick furiously, banging his lil' butt good like a crazed bull. My
grunts of passion were drowned in a barrage of grated shrieks. He
hammered his fists on my back, screaming at the top of his lungs.

   "STOP!!! SOMETHING'S WRONG! ARGGHHHHHHHH!"

   "You're cumming..." I said softly, leaning back, hauling his pelvis
on my lap to show him his lil' hard dick spraying a drizzle of kidcum
all over his tummy. Tyler's orgasm was long and hard. I stayed still
through it all, my spike up his quivering anus, watching him trash from
his first anal climax.

He melted and stiffened again when I stabbed into his butt to reach my
relief. The unrelentless tightening of his asshole around my cock was
incredible. I raised his spine with both arms, sitting him on my
phallus, elevating him high, higher than anyone else before. And the
whole time I admired the beautiful boy above me, exhausted and sated
from sex, the tremors of my orgasm jolted me.

My penis spewed inside him, drenching his guts with hot ejaculate. I
could have never predicted it would be so good to fuck the little boy.
Better than anything else. I loved him so much for it. He was the best
kid in the universe. The only lover in my life who'd ever abandon
himself fully completely to me.

My cock finished delivering its hot load into the depth of his insides
and I let him fall over, hugging him so tightly. We rested together,
huddled in the warmth of our merged bodies until my penis softened and
slipped out, rejected by his hostile little hole.

At the restaurant, sitting in front of Angela, my nerves were tense. I
could barely look at her without recalling what I had done to her son.
The pictures of our prohibited union were appearing before my eyes and
I feared she would see them.

   "Take whatever your want on the menu, Robert. My treat. I wanna
thank you for the amazing job you're doing with Tyler. And I want you
to forgive me for being so hard on you that last time."

   "You didn't have to do that." I babbled.

   "No, take the credit. Tyler has changed so much since you've arrived.
He's more confident and his grades are up there." she insisted and
glared upon noticing the wound. "What happened to your arm?"

   "Oh, it's nothing."

   "Tyler did that?" she burst out in disbelief, figuring out that the
crescent of red dots could have only been chiseled by the teeth of a
child.

   "I twisted his arm too much when we were ruff-housing and he bit
me. I deserved it. Don't scold him." I testified and quickly changed
the subject. "You never told me who Tyler's dad was?"

She looked away and lit up a cigarette, indicating I had touched on a
delicate matter. "If you must know, I was young and dumb, living in
California, and this surf dude came up to me saying he would give me
the moon." she divulged, dragging on her Kool. "So I fucked him,
thinking we would live happily ever after. But I never saw him again.
Satisfied?"

   "Oh." I exclaimed, slightly embarrassed.

   "Ever since that episode, I can't commit to a guy. Tyler's the only
man in my life now."

The confession made me feel worse. There was no escaping the fact that
I was doing revolting things to her son behind her back. The boy was
the most precious part of her life and I was debasing that sacred
love with my vile impulses.

As I drove Tyler to his soccer practice, thoughts were bubbling in my
head. I didn't know anymore if I'd taken advantage of his curiosity
for my own sexual gratification or if he had made a conscious decision.
He was only eleven after all. He still asked his mummy what clothes he
should wear at school. How could he consent to sex?

I considered putting a stop to it all. Even it meant breaking his
little heart. This had gone too far. But when I parked the car next to
the soccer field and looked at the smiling boy, all my good intentions
were gone. "Have a good practice." I said.

   "Aren't you coming to watch me? I thought you were my boyfriend?"

   "Oh, yes. I guess we have to everything together now." I babbled.

   "Yes."

There were three soccer moms sitting on the wooden stands and me. The
sun was blazing over the field of cute tweenies running after the
black and white ball in their yellow shorts and tees. Once in a while,
Tyler swung his gaze and a grin in my direction. I waved at him. The
flame-haired kid was a hundred feet from me, but I could smell the
scent of his exertion. I could imagine perfectly how the boysweat on
his little balls would taste.

There were no showers for him and we headed straight home, where I
licked him all over. With my tongue up his wrinkled fuckhole, the kid
wanked and squealed like I'd not seen and heard before.

I spent all of my free time with the lad. It was a very strange
situation. I could be going to see the latest Hollywood production
with the pre-teener one hour and the next have him bounce on my cock
like a cowboy at a rodeo. Every day we consolidated our union. I
couldn't believe how much sucking and fucking the kid could handle.

For some odd kink, Tyler wanted to do it on his mother's bed once. It
was a peculiar proposition. Nonetheless, we lay a towel on the mattress
and I spooned him. Both of us on our flanks, I made him raise his knee
and hold it. His butt crack opened up naturally for my oozing prick. He
winced slightly when I penetrated him yet again.

The kid was used to it now. He was relaxed and ready. I marveled at
the way he popped a boner so fast when I slid my entire manhood into
his narrow chute. Within a minute, I was fucking him. And not just any
leisurely slow ride. I was sodomising him hard, driving my ramrod ball-
deep into his hairless hole, fucking him hardcore like no eleven-
year-old boy should be fucked.

   "UHHH! UHHH!!! FUCK MY BUTT! YEAHH! FUCK MY BUTT!!!!" he screamed
to tempo of the wrought iron bed frame colliding against at the wall
like a bass drum.

   "YEAHH! TAKE MY BIG COCK!! YEAHH!!" I hollered, banging and banging
into his small round baby butt.

Tyler shivered in my arms as he struggled to keep from cumming, battling
against me to withhold the inevitable a while longer. It was pointless
for I only piston his hole harder, driven by his screams of pleasure
until he yelled out from his orgasm. There was nothing more beautiful
and hot than to see my little boy cum, squint his eyes and groan from
the explosions of pure bliss. I pulled out fast and let my cock vomit
its hot sauce into his gaping red anus.

   "You disgust me, both of you."

The voice was disheartened but resolute. We glanced back, discovering
Angela leaning against the doorframe, utterly tired and white as a
ghost. "I trusted you, Robert. This is how you repay me?" she spoke
gravely. "I get ill once and find you buggering my son under my own
roof. Is this what you've been doing all along?"

   "Mum! Don't-" Tyler attempted to save me, tears springing to his
eyes.

   "-You shut the FUCK UP!" she snapped at him, finally losing her
composure. Blood rushed to her face. She glared at me. "You get
dressed. You grab your things and YOU GET THE FUCK OUT!"

I was used to feeling like scum by then. Amid the apocalyptic havoc,
it was the vision of Tyler sobbing shamefully in the pillow that was
the worst. I wanted to snuggle him and tell him he would be okay. But
this wasn't the time and place for it. The puddles of my semen on his
buttocks were still fresh and oozing like sordid stains attesting to
my depravity. I scurried out the room, out of their lives.

That evening, I found a room to crash at the 'Y', sharing the space
with a brainless beefcake. The first four days passed quickly. I slept
all the time. I was in limbo, waiting for the cops to knock on the
door, imagining how my life would be ruined forever.

None of it happened and I slowly came out of the dark like a slimmed-
down grizzly waking in its den after hibernation.

There wasn't a moment that went by that I did not think about him. How
was he handling it? Would he ever forgive me for what I had done to
him? The days were coming and going painfully as I resurfaced to some
kind of normalcy. It also meant that the image of the boy was fading
from my brain. I clung to every souvenir, refusing to let the essence
of the only person I ever cherished elude me like that.

On the fourteenth day, I stalked him, from a distance, spying on him
from the library across his primary school. His hair had returned to
its natural golden hue. He chattered with another kid and smiled
brightly, without a trace of sadness. I felt like a goddamn schoolgirl
with a crush on a snot-nosed runt who was more interested in skate
boards and soccer balls. How could I have conceived that the kid
wouldn't be able to get over me? Was I that shallow? I glanced one
last time at the seemingly happy lad. He was so beautiful that I
cried.

The week that followed, my dorm fellow informed me that Angela had
visited, "This chick with huge tits said you could drop by her place
for supper..." he declared. "Is she your sister? She's hot!"

   "She's a lez, idiot." I cooled him off before racing to go there.

The blonde woman opened the door and placed herself in a way that
blocked the entrance. She raised her frozen stare up at me. I peered
over her shoulder, winking at Tyler who was fidgeting on the couch.
The laddie jumped up to greet me, but then he restrained himself and
parked his little bum on the edge of the cushion.

   "Do you know what my life has been these last twenty-one days?"
Angela began "I'll tell you what's it's been; mopping, crying, every
sentence coming out of his mouth had your name in it. All this, day
and night, more whining, more wailing."

I felt nice and toasty inside, knowing I'd been right about this. But
at the same time, I knew she would never believe me if I told her
everything. How much we loved each other. How mature the kid was. No
mother could ever fess up to the fact that her precious only son was
in love with a man. And that he was a total slut on top of that. "Take
me back, Angela. We need to be together. I promise I won't have sex
with him anymore." I vowed.

   "Urgh," she frowned, "Don't make promises you can't keep."

   "Take me back." I pleaded, feeling so helpless. She held my fate
and my heart in her hands.

   "Am I the worst mother in the world if I let this go on?" Angela
deliberated.

   "The world may think that, but Tyler never will. Isn't that what
counts the most? Come on Angela, let him live his life, not your vision
of what it should be."

   "I'm his mother. I can do whatever I fucking please with his life
until he's eighteen."

   "He's never you gonna forgive you and you know it. It's gnawing at
you. Don't come crying once you've alienated him. Once you're an old
bag sitting at home alone, waiting for him to call you on the phone."

She glanced back at the boy, her lips knotted in anguish. For the
first time, I saw her cry. When she turned around to face me, the key
to the apartment glimmered between her fingers.

   I took it.

THE END.

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