Date: Wed, 03 Sep 2003 02:42:02 +0000
From: Psiberzerker Anarchrist <psiberzerker@hotmail.com>
Subject: Tight little package

  I love the park.  This was a nice neighborhood, hence the recreational
area, but it didn't have a wall, or anything to keep people out.  I'd been
seen by the residents here so much that they where beginning to accept me as
a neighbor.  I just came for the park, or more precisely, the people.
  They where mostly young urban professional parents, and their kids.  I
liked watching them, and their simple happy afternoons.  A lot of them where
cute, the mommys, the daddys, the kids.  None of it mattered in my head,
where I couldn't do any real harm.  They where just fantasy, even if it was
about raping the mommys, sodomizing the daddys, and molesting the kids.  I
knew I'd never actually do these things, take any steps to bring them into
reality.  They where safe around me.
  You see, though I have these thoughts, I also have a conscience.  Actually
going through with it would shatter their worldview of safety, and joy, I
couldn't do that to them.  I never had what they did, but my envy was no
justification for taking it away.  I couldn't help thinking about it though.
  One lazy afternoon, I noticed a few boys wrestling, and invited my mind to
imagine myself in there.  I tempered to the thought of rolling around on the
ground with their lithe little bodies, felling them, and smelling their
sweat.  All of a sudden, the action stopped, and they broke away with
squeals.  One of them pointed about halfway up one of his playmates,
bringing the tented front of his shorts to my attention.  He ran wailing
into the woods, and the word "Faggit!" floated over to me.
  Now, I always sat back in the shade of the tree line.  Nobody bothered me
here, and I could take in most of the artificial clearing.  The boy fled
straight for the trunks behind me, and disappeared a few yards down.  I
faded back into the natural surroundings, and made sure I was out of sight
before cutting in towards his path.  He apparently made no effort to be as
quiet as me, because I could hear his footfalls, and twig snaps ahead.  They
stopped before I caught up, so I slowed down further to a creep.
  Now I know what you're thinking, but I swear I wasn't.  Genuine concern at
his feelings was my motive for checking him out, not any sexually predatory
drive.  I remembered those embarrassing times, and he was lucky.  The few
times I got caught packing earned me merciless beatings from the sick
homophobic kids I grew up with.  I would've been bumb rushed back then, all
of them kicking, and punching me until they got tired.
  I hit his path fairly quickly, and noticed he hadn't tried to cover his
tracks either.  Looking up aways, I saw a sapling still swaying in the lack
of a breeze.  Just past it was a log, and as I approached, I made out the
unmistakable pale shape of his ass pointed up in the air!  I froze, shocked,
but I felt a stiffness that I couldn't control.  It didn't know that he was
too young, didn't care about such concepts as child abuse.
  He wasn't moving, so my lust was slowly overcome with fear.  What if he'd
fallen backward off of the fallen tree, and cracked his head?  His pants
might have been jerked up his legs by the rough bark before they flopped
over.  Even without a rock, the fall could break his neck, or back.  It
certainly didn't look like a natural position.
  Fear for him became fear for me as I realized what it would look like if
someone else showed up.  A grown man, alone with a half naked, and
unconscious, or dead little boy in a neighborhood where I didn't even
belong?  I'd be shanked in jail.  This brought enough caution for me to
quietly circle around to check from a distance.  Through the foliage, his
tiny form slowly revealed as I came around the root ball.
  Sure enough, he was bent over backwards in an uncomfortable position.  His
eyes looked closed too, so I came in for a closer look.  The fine details
slowly became apparent, they where closed, but his cheeks where caved in in
an familiar way.  Above them, I saw his budding penis hanging close to his
lips.
  My erection returned as I realized what he was doing.  Then, I jumped at a
stick snapping under foot.  He jumped too, and fell over onto his back.
  "Who's there?" he searched around, and I thanked myself for wearing earth
tones today.  "I know you're out there," he warned, "So you might as well
come out."
  My heart thudded in my chest so hard I feared he'd hear it.  I stayed
frozen, sure that any movement would alert him to my position.  This was
real bad, caught voyeuristically watching a kid philate himself.  It was a
kick, though, as my still hard cock drove home.  Finally, his searching eyes
settled on me, "There you are!" he pointed "What'd you see?"
  "Uh, nothing," I lied, "Just checking if you where all right."  He must
have realized that any move to pull his pants back up would only expose the
fact that they where down, because he didn't try it.  He just sat there,
staring at me too scared, and confused to move.
  "Uh huh?" he didn't believe me, "You're not going to tell my parents, or
my friends, or anything, are you?"
  I shook my head, being more experienced with dirty little secrets than he
could possibly be at his age.  "I don't know them, I pointed out, "and
besides, what you where doing was private."
  "Then why where you watching me?" he accused.
  "I wasn't," I lied again, "I was just making sure you weren't hurt."
  "Yeah, right," he smiled a little, "You're a Fag, aren't you?"
  I hated that word, and it stung coming from an innocent confused little
boy like I used to be.  "Not really," I said truthfully, "If you must know,
I like boys, and girls."  To this day, I don't know why I said that.  It
just came out, riding my anger, and shame, and arousal.  Truth be told, I'd
never been put in a position like this.  Here was temptation, like I'd never
seen.  I'd avoided it for so long, I'd assumed I was above it.  I was wrong.
  "Have you been with boys before?" his eyes flashed with curiosity.
  "I've been with men," I admitted.  Actually, I started with little boys
back when I was one, but that was different.
  "What'd you do?" he got up, and pulled up his pants.  His cute little
boner stuck out for a flash, and my dick twitched at the glimpse.
  "I put their penises in my mouth, and they put mine in their mouth's and
buts,"  I preferred the terms "Dick", and "Ass", but hesitated to say them
to him.
  "Did you let them screw you too?" he started walking towards me, and I
didn't know whether to run, or go to him.  Indecision robbed me of the
choice.
  "No," I admitted, being merely bi-sexual, I'd never gone that far.
  "Did you wanna?" he closed the last few steps, and stood right in front of
me.  About middle school age, I tried not to wonder if he was quite short
enough to suck me standing up.  I could've blown my load right in his face
this close.
"I dunno," I tried to shrug nonchalantly, "It kind of scared me."
  "Because their dicks where so big?"  I recoiled at the obscenity coming
from his mouth, but mine sure seemed to like it.
  "Maybe," I guessed, feeling extremely uncomfortable about this whole
thing.
  "Mine isn't too big," he pulled his pants back down to show me, "Is it?"
I couldn't believe it, here was this kid, at most thirteen offering to fuck
me in the ass!  I quickly found that I wasn't so strong as I thought.
  It certainly didn't look too big, about as big around as any finger I'd
had up there, but not as long.  "I guess not," I muttered, but couldn't look
up to his face.  It looked so much like all the little pubescent dicks I'd
seen at that age, my own included.  I remembered it dangling in my face, at
least an inch farther away than he'd gotten.  No matter how much I
stretched, and pulled, and bent, I could never even touch it with my tongue.
  I could shoot it into my mouth, though.
  "Kin I see yours?" he asked impetuously, "Mister?"  I just stood mute,
unwilling to make any overt act towards this, knowing it was wrong.  He
reached up for me, and I looked away, but felt his hands on the front of my
pants.  "It looks real big!"
  "It" swelled with pride, though I knew better.  Still under half a foot,
yet I was too old for it to grow any naturally.  Pumps could swell it
temporarily, and give strange pleasure, but there wasn't any permanent
solution.  Undiscouraged, he fumbled with my zipper, and underpants.  His
small hands felt cold on it, despite the warm summer air.
  "Wow!" he exclaimed, stroking it with both hands.  "I never seen a grown u
pall stiff before."
  "Oh?" words failed me.
  "Uh huh," his chin bumped the ti pas he nodded, "Mine's going to be this
big soon," he figured.   It certainly was as hard, "Kin I suck it?"
  Not waiting for an answer, his head dipped to put it in his mouth.  He
couldn't fit much in, and I could feel his teeth scrape against it, but I
wasn't complaining.  He kept stroking one handed while his other went down
between his own legs.  Once again, his cheeks caved in, and I could feel
them press against the sides of the sensitive head.
  It was so tight in there, and it'd been so long since I'd felt anything
but my own hand.  For some reason, I was a whole lot luckier as a kid,
because for the last three years I couldn't get laid to save my life.  I
guess it was the way I matured, or failed too.  The only girls that where
interested in guys my size where bigger than me, and liked playing rough
games.  A few guys found me attractive enough to let me suck them off, or
fuck their ass, but that was about it.  I was rapidly turning gay against my
will.
  All of  a sudden, the exquisite feeling stopped, and he looked up at me.
"Will you suck my dick now?" he still held mine in his small hand.
  What the fuck, "Sure," I agreed, and sat down on the dry leaves.
  "Lay down," he giggled, "I wanna keep sucking yours!"  His crackly voice
was snide with the obviousness of that statement.  Sounded good to me, so I
obeyed.  Unfortunately, he was so short, I had to bend a bit to reach.  Even
then, he stuck his chin straight out while I had to bend his little dick
back.
  It wasn't really all that little.  Obviously already pubescing, a few
hairs curled around the base, and full purse.  Already touching it, and
feeling him on mine, it was far too late to stop now.  I'd forgotten what
little boy's sweat tasted like.  Somewhere between a man's, and woman's, it
wasn't quite as salty as either.  I also discovered that he was grown enough
to ejaculate from the thin sticky drop in the end.
  I sucked hard, and dug it out with my tongue.  God, how I'd missed the
taste!  This was just pre-cum, a bland sample compared to what was to cum.
I did my best to hurry that along.  My tongue rubbed it as hard as I could,
and I rolled it to increase the contact.  He moaned, humming around the tip
of mine, and I felt a shiver from it.  His tiny fingers wrapped around my
ass, and felt around for the hole.  I gasped through my nose as the found
it, and pressed hard.
  A tip popped through, and wiggled around a little.  I stopped thinking
about then, quit rationalizing, or denying what I was doing.  I was only
sensation, his mouth on my dick, finger in my ass, and dick in my mouth.  It
built to overpowering, a shuddering wave of pleasure that swept up, and
crushed me.  Blood roared in my ears, and my nuts started twitching.  God
damn!  I hadn't cum like that in years, forgot how, and despaired of ever
remembering.  My ass clenched around hit finger in time to my spurts, and he
tried desperately to swallow fast enough.
  In spite of hi efforts, a little came out the corners of his mouth, and
rolled down me.  All too soon, the feeling passed, and I resumed sucking in
the afterglow.  He pulled out though, and scooted up to lick what he'd
missed off me.  By the time he had it clean, I was soft.  Rising up to look
down between our bodies, he asked, "Can I screw your butt now?"
  "Anything you want," I consented.  I was beginning to lose interest, but
he asked so nice, and could ruin me if scorned.
  "Cool!" he jumped up, and danced around to between his legs.  His hard on
smacked against his belly obscenely until he dropped down in front of me.  I
hiked my hips up as far as I could, so he slipped his legs under mine, and
shifted forward.  I could feel him poke my perineum, then switch back and
forth into position.  Eventually, he got it right, and pressed against my
back door.
  I'd never been fucked before, but anal play was always a big part of my
self love.  Too bad, I couldn't get any action before this, because I figure
I was loose enough to take a full grown dick a couple years ago.
Regardless, he didn't have trouble getting in for it being too tight.  I
guess it wasn't really the best position.
  Anyway, we somehow got him in place to the point that I could feel his
sparse pubic hair brush my balls.  I always like the feeling of something up
there, but now it was a real, if small cock!  It turned me on so much that I
could feel my soft off begin to stir.  He noticed too, because he
immediately grabbed it to stroke it back to life.  It was still semi-erect
when he bent to kiss it again.  I'd forgotten already how flexible he was,
then marveled as he managed to take in more than he had before.  It bottomed
out, pressing into the back of his mouth, but not beyond.  No matter how
hard he pushed, it just wouldn't go.
  His tight hands skimmed up and down me, and his head bobbed a little.
That made his little dick shift in my bowels for a nice combination of
sensations.  My reserection was a long time in cumming, as usual, but he
patiently kept at it until I felt that familiar warmth sneak up.  Finally,
it tore through me again, just not as intensely as the first.  My anus still
clenched, though, and the squeezing of his dick must've been too much for
him.
  His head came back to moan loudly as his dick twitched in me.  Not done
yet myself, I kept gripping him reflexively as my semen fountained into the
air.  Un aimed, it went everywhere.  Some fell wetly on my belly, while a
dollop caught his chin, and the rest just ran down his fingers.  Unable to
eat his load wasted in my rectum, I caressed his cheek to reclaim mine.  It
was a little thin, and tasted like me, but that was fine.  Pulling out, he
reached over to let me lick off his fingers.
"That was great!" I agreed silently with his fingers in my mouth.  "You
wanna do it again some time?"
  "I dunno," it wouldn't be right.
  "Please?" the look in his lovely eyes was too precious.
  "We'll see."