Date: Thu, 26 May 2016 14:45:28 +0100 (BST)
From: bvegas@tutanota.com
Subject: True Vegas Boy Whore

Gay\Adult-youth
By: B Vegas
Email: bvegas@yandex.com
True Vegas Boy Whore


This is my true story. It explains how I became a boy whore from age 9-13. I
had essentially a pimp and a complacent mother who fell in trouble with drugs
and money and I was a way out. I have kept most details pretty accurate while
only changing a few names and such. If you happened to be one of the lucky
guys who got to fuck me from 1998-2002 please contact me. It will be
completely anonymous, but there are a few details I would love filled in and
I am very curious as to what your point of view was and what I was like then.
I am now very much a boylover myself and definitely do not blame you for
taking the opportunity given to you. As I remembered different men and
encounters I wrote them down - so please excuse some of the free form thought
that follows. I think most of you will enjoy hearing about different men and
their fetishes and how they were when they finally got to be with a boy. I am
ok with what happened to me and even at the time found pleasure in much of
it. Some of it was awful and cruel as well. That being said, it is far far
better for a boy to never be with a man in any way sexual. In today's
society, it is just cruel for a boy to experience the wrath and stigma that
society will place on him even when he is willing. So please keep reading and
do not hurt a real boy. I would love to hear feedback and stories from you
about any of your experiences and do not mind sharing anything that you might
want to know about what it was like for me as a boy. So please feel free to
email me.

I was raised by my mom, no dad was ever in the picture. My mom was a stripper
in Las Vegas at one of the off off strip venues that catered to happy endings
for any man who wanted it to "stay in Vegas". What my mom did was never a
secret from me and so it never seemed weird or strange that she spent her
nights taking her clothes off for men. We lived outside of Las Vegas in a
house with two of her coworkers. They were fun and nice and always attentive
to me. They would play toys with me and each one was like another mom. I
remember watching them practice some of their routines in our family room and
them asking me for advice. I never knew that this was strange behavior and
perhaps more than a bit naughty. We had a small pool in our fenced private
backyard and we would often swim and they would always be topless, and they
would suntan nude. One of my favorite things to do as a small boy was to lay
on top of their warm naked bodies and sleep. Again I never thought it was
weird or inappropriate and to this day I still don't. The house was always
filled with laughs and fun and I was always included like I was "one of the
girls".

There were drugs too, unfortunately. Cocaine, because as I once heard them
saying "crack ruins a strippers body". I did not realize until many years
later that my mom had a pretty bad addiction and was helpless in her need for
it. The owners at the strip club, she and her friends worked at, made sure to
keep them in supply and then just took their earnings in full as payment.
Essentially being able to make money off of two businesses in one. I know
Ecstasy and other drugs were used as well, essentially all of the designer
drugs were fare game, but crack and heroin were never on the menu.

I was a pretty child my mom was very pretty and I inherited her good looks.
With blonde hair that was always long and messy and bright blue eyes I looked
like the all American boy - if that boy was just a touch feminine. I was
skinny and always a little short for my age. Something that bothered me as I
was usually the smallest in my class. My mom and her friends always
complemented me on how cute, and then how pretty I was. Looking back at
myself now as a boylover I would have wanted me in the worst way. I spent
most days swimming and so my skin had a nice tan to it and my body was nicely
muscled for a young boy. I have spent much time looking at pictures of me
when I was boy of 8, right before I was with a man for the first time. I love
looking at my cute tight little ass knowing that it would soon serve up
pleasure for many many men. I still have no clue how such a tight ass can
accommodate large cocks.

Things started to change right before my 9th birthday. My mom would cry more
and more and everyone in the house seemed to be more and more tense. A new
roommate, Rebecca, moved in as well. Another stripper who kicked me out of my
bedroom so that now I shared a bed with my mom. I missed my room and this new
woman was nice, but never in a way like the others. I never felt the same
warmth or motherly instincts from her. Maybe because she did not know me
since I was a baby, but she treated me much more like an older kid. None of
the cuddles and hugs and pampering that I had come to expect from the other
ladies. In some ways though, she was very cool. She would play hide and seek
with me in the house, and she would always ask for my help when she was doing
some chore. The other ladies would clean up after me, she would ask my help
in cleaning up after her. So in a way she did make me feel older and more
important as well.

Soon after my ninth birthday, life as I knew it changed forever. It was the
begging of summer and I was out of school. I remember wishing I was in school
still because for weeks now my mother was quick to yell at me and was either
in a manic mood or crying. She was even mean at times and seemed to try to
make me cry, even if she would apologize 20 minutes later. I was confused and
sad as the happy childhood I had known seemed to be vanishing. Then on a
Friday in June my mom gave me 2 chewable Tylenol and left the room crying.

Rebecca asked me to go with her for some reason and so we left the house in
her old beat up car. In the car she "sort of" explained to me in a very adult
way what situation I was in and what was going to happen. I guess I am
thankful for this now as I know no one else would have done it. I was no
stranger to sex as you can imagine. Being in a house full of strippers I knew
the ins and outs of sex very well and had witnessed it on a few occasions. It
was just one of those things to me though. I was never curious to participate
and I never remember getting hard or excited or anything by it either. But
when Rebecca told me that I was going to have sex with someone because my mom
needed the money I at least had an inkling of what was going to happen. You
would think that I would have been confused as a boy how exactly a man would
have sex with me, but I think I thought sex was just a bunch of kissing while
kinda humping into each other. I don't think I knew or cared exactly where
the cock went and so I had no idea that soon a cock would be inside me. I did
know that guys put their cocks in girls mouths, since I saw this happen a
couple times, and I figured that would happen to me as well.

Rebecca told me not to be nervous, but to be excited as it would be a lot of
fun and that I would be just like the rest of them then. Probably the perfect
thing to say to me as that is really what I always wanted. We arrived at a
rather large house that was very impressive. Rebecca took me inside and I was
greeted by my Mom's boss who I knew pretty well but never liked and two other
men who had thick accents and were kinda scary. They did look rather excited
though and told my mom's boss, hank, how cute I was. They said other rather
rude things as well and I was pretty embarrassed. Rebecca took me to a wing
that was over a garage but still accessible through the house. The room was
huge and really nice with its own attached bathroom. She turned on the shower
and told me to wash and then left. I did as I was told and she came in and
dried my hair really well and told me to stay naked and wait on the bed. I
cried a little at this and she told me that it was going to happen no matter
what and that I could either be an adult about it and enjoy it like my mom
and the others, or be a little baby about it. She said that she knew I was
old enough and strong enough to handle anything and that I would enjoy all
the attention and gifts and money. I was again played like a fiddle by
Rebecca as I wanted to be grown up, and the idea of gifts and money was so
foreign and exciting to me that I would have done anything for either.

I stayed on the bed, nervous, excited and occasionally crying for what seemed
like days. I had no idea what to do with myself and I really wanted to look
around the room and get up, but I was too scared to leave the bed. Finally a
man I never saw before and would never see again came in. I do not remember
much of what he looked like, although I have tried countless times. I noticed
the lust in his eyes though and felt very afraid as he took his clothes off.

I think he saw the fear in me and in sudden instant his face changed.

"what's your name?" he asked

"Bennett" I replied

"you are the cutest boy I think I have ever seen Bennett" he said and then
just kept going on and on about how lucky he was and how cute I was. When he
walked over to the bed, now fully undressed I remember being slightly less
afraid as he seemed kind of nice. I had seen a few cocks before and his was
not remarkable in any way I could remember. I do know that when a cock was
out for viewing, I always took a good long look as a kid. As he walked to the
bed his was half hard, and swayed awkwardly in front of him.

Without asking or ceremony he used his hand to caress my face, then my chest,
then my belly, then he grabbed my small cock and started to jack it off,
probably hoping that I would get a little hard for him. That was not meant to
be though as I think I was still to afraid to be aroused by anything. He soon
gave up and went to caressing my small balls and cock together while looking
at me and continuing to tell me how cute I was. At some point he grabbed my
hand and put it on his cock telling me to hold it for him. I did just that,
and like it was a handle on the bus I just grabbed on and held it. It felt
really large in my hand and to this day I can close my eyes and remember
exactly what it was like to hold that first cock. By this time he was fully
hard and I know he was circumcised just like me.

"turnover" he said now in a rather weird and raspy voice.

I let go of his cock and turned my small 9 year old frame over. He wasted no
time in putting his hands on me, caressing my back but quickly going down to
kneed and fondle my ass. I remember rather liking him kneading my ass, but
then hated when he spread my cheeks wide as it hurt quite a bit. As he
continued playing with my ass he did this more and more and I complained once
and he stopped spreading my cheeks so wide. Instead he wet one of his fingers
and started to toy with my hole. I jerked up right and away from him very
fast at this. I told him I didn't like that or to stop that or something.

With that he told me that is what he was paying for and that I didn't have a
choice. He kinda dragged me back and while holding the middle of my back with
one hand, he again put his finger to my hole and pushed inside me. He told me
that I would like it soon and with that he started getting more and more
insistent with his finger putting it in me and now finger fucking me with it.
He told me to spread my legs and I obediently complied. He then told me to
close my eyes and I did, holding them shut tightly as I could. I soon felt
him crawling on the bad and he lay down on top of me, causing me to grunt and
temporarily lose my breath. He again started to tell me how cute I was, but
now also told me how hot I was and weird things like how tight my ass was. He
lay on top of me now for a long time, grinding into me and I thought that we
were having sex. I could feel his cock sliding and pressing into the crevasse
of my ass and it was not all that unpleasant to feel this man laying on top
of me. I still kept my eyes closed except for when his belly pushed my head
into the mattress too hard and I would have to blink to clear my eyes before
I could again shut them tightly closed.

He finally stopped grinding on me and got off. I thought we were done with
sex now and so I opened my eyes and sat up. He stopped talking to me at this
point and instead pulled me down from the top of the mattress by my foot like
a doll. He turned me over again and placed one, then a second pillow under my
waist. He again told me to shut my eyes and before I knew it something very
very cold and very very wet was being squirted between my ass cheeks. The man
spread my legs very wide and crawled up. He used his cock to spread the lube
all around my hole and then must have sat on his knees while pushing some
inside me with his fingers. then again has over me with his cock rubbing up
and down my crack and then centering on my hole.

He did not say anything to me, and I still had no idea what was about to
happen. So I screamed when he gave a mighty thrust and started to push his
cock into me. It only took him a second to gain entrance, perhaps because I
didn't expect it and so my ass stayed relaxed. But I could tell he was inside
me and screamed, and struggled until he told me not to.

So at his command, and probably with only just his cock head in me, I stopped
screaming and struggling and instead started to cry and just laid there as he
pushed more and more of his cock in me. I don't remember having any
particular thought in my head. I was just crying and upset without knowing
exactly why - whether the pain from having a cock forced into my ass or from
losing my innocence seeing that this man was willingly hurting me for his own
pleasure. I remember a burning feeling in my ass, like my hole was on fire. I
also remember his chest pushing me into the bed hard enough now that I was
struggling to breath and this, even more than the pain in my ass, caused me
distress. He laid down on me, putting all of his upper body weight on me and
then just lifting his hips he started to fuck me with a pretty good rhythm. I
remember a circus had some to town earlier that year and I went on a ride
that spun really fast. I hated it and started to panic and my mom's boyfriend
at the time told me to just close my eyes and think of something else. That
before I knew it, the ride would be over. That was the advice I used now as I
finally stopped being hysterical and started to accept the situation I was
in. So I just closed my eyes and laid there trying to think of anything else
while this man fucked me with more and more urgency.

He started to kiss the side of my face some now, and I honestly enjoyed that.
I guess it made me feel a little bit more wanted and loved in that moment. I
also discovered that I loved having a tongue in my ear as he readily forced
his in mine. To this day, a tongue in my ear still excited me. His climax did
not seem to come with any crescendo or warning. All of a sudden he gave some
short thrusts and I felt something very strange happening in my ass, and then
I felt panic again as my insides seemed to expand and want to burst. That
pressure waned though as he pulled out some and gave me a few final quick
thrusts.

Then he just laid on top of me, panting and sweating. My little body must
have just been lost beneath him and every so often I would feel his cock
twitch or he would give me another small thrust. My ass still hurt, the
burning had mostly been replaced with dull ache similar to what you feel with
a bruise. I really wanted him off me now though and started to squirm and
finally asked told him he was squishing me. He rolled off and then brought me
to him. Giving me a nice hug while stroking my hair and telling me more about
how cute I was and what a good boy I was. So many compliments that even to a
9 year old boy, they started to feel a little empty. He did start to rub my
chest, and then stomach and finally placed his hand over my hairless little
cock and balls and just continued to rub and fondle me. None of this mattered
to me at the time as my only thought was of the fluid leaking out of my ass.
It felt weird and I think I was disgusted at the feeling at the time. Finally
he got up and then bent over me and gave my lips a quick kiss. He thanked me
and rubbed my hair and then started to get dressed. He didn't say another
word to me as I lay there and watched him leave.

My night was not over. Rebecca came in soon after he left and asked me if I
was alright. I said yes as I was essentially fine given the circumstance. I
asked her if I could get off the bed now, and she laughed at me and said:
"of course silly"

I got up and told her that I was dripping and she quickly shooed me into the
bathroom. She wiped my ass with a washcloth and I saw the blood and what I
know now is seaman on the rag. She put me in the shower and told me to try to
push the rest out. I did and she helped clean me up and thankfully she
assured me that the little blood was normal and nothing to worry about. Again
she dried my hair really well and told me that she bought a lego set for me
and that the guy gave her $20 dollars for me. I was ecstatic and wanted to
play with the set really bad, she told me I wasn't done though and that I had
to wait on the bed again. I started to cry a little, I think more because I
did not get the toy I wanted to play with right away than comprehending that
another man was soon to fuck me. But I was an obedient boy who did not fuss
much, so I again got up on the bed naked and just stayed there waiting. This
wait wasn't long though as one of the men with the accent came in, quickly
shed his clothes and came to the bed. Without a word or anything he put me on
my hands and knees and quickly put lube on his cock, got behind me and pushed
into me. From this position, the fucking hurt worse and I could feel him much
deeper inside me. He pushed my head down to the bed and grabbed hard onto my
hips, hurting them more than my ass now. He wasted no time and quickly fucked
me, hard fast and deep. It probably only lasted 5 minutes though before he
pulled out and I felt warm liquid, that I learned was seamen, land on my
back. The whole process was so quick, that I don't think my mind had time to
think about anything. I just accepted it and I don't even remember crying,
even though I remember that it hurt pretty bad. He wiped my back off with the
bedspread and then without a word, he left.

I was had just laid down, getting off of my knees when the other man with the
accent came in. He started to talk to me, but in his thick accent I had no
idea what he was saying. He walked over the the bed and I saw his cock which
was already very hard and looked very large to me. I did not equate yet that
his large cock meant more pain for me though, so if anything I think I was
just impressed or amazed by it. He walked to my head and put his hand behind
my head and started to pull me towards his cock. This was the part I was
expecting and sort of knew what to do. Looking back now, I am amazed how
easily I just opened my mouth and let him put his cock in it. I wish I knew
what I was thinking or why I did it without being told, or forced, but I
readily gave the first of many blowjobs to this man. It only lasted about a
minute of him just kinda jabbing it into my mouth. My jaw hurt and I did not
know to do anything except keep my mouth open. After the minute he pulled out
and said in his thick accent :

"spit on it" I looked at him and he repeated so I more dribbled than spit
some saliva on its head. He then used his hand to wet the head and top part
of his cock and asked me once more to spit on it, which again I did. He then
pulled me around so that my legs were hanging off the bed with me on my back.
He got between my legs and pulled each of my knees up and told me to hold
them. I did exposing my hole to him he rubbed his cock around it and then
pushed at it, but instead of it going in I was just pushed back further on
the bed. So he then pulled me farther off the bed and bent me over more now
jabbing down into me instead. This time he used one hand to hold both of my
legs back, hurting me as I was not as flexible as he must have thought. He
then used his other hand to line his cock up and with more pain than I had
experienced yet, he pushed into me. I screamed and then started to cry, but
this man did not seem to mind much. He held me in half now and started to
really jam his cock into me. He did tell me to "shhh shhh" a few times, but I
kept on crying as the burning turned to bruising. It felt like someone kept
punching you into an already bruised muscle. He went slow for a little bit
now, and I tried to just close my eyes. That worked for a little bit, until
he went deeper and deeper. At some point he went in deep enough that it
started to cause me a large pain in my stomach, almost like someone punched
me in it. That went on for just a little bit and then it felt like he fell
and all of his cock just pushed right up into me. The stomach pain went away
then, but the burning and bruising remained. Luckily for me though, the
feeling of being buried in a cute little blond boys ass must have been too
much for this man and he started to cum then. He pumped a few times keeping
the cock very deep in me and then just pulled out and let me go. My legs fell
back over the bed and I sat up.

He got dressed and left as well. He said something to me, and I think
"thanks" was in there, but I still had trouble understanding him. The pain my
ass felt now was worse than when he was inside me. Just a real intense ache
and my stomach started to hurt again as well. I curled up into a fetal
position and must have fallen asleep. When I finally woke I felt someone
playing with my ass again and was just about to cry when I heard Rebecca say:

"its just some cream for the pain and so you wont get an infection"

I accepted this and let her continue. This cream would be a staple in my life
for years now, but to this day I really have no idea what it was. It did take
the pain away though, and for that I was grateful.

She told me how good I did and how much they loved me and how in just that
one night I cleared up all of my mother's debts. Part of me felt good and
proud by all this. I felt even better when Rebecca kissed me on my forehead
and told me that I was one of them now, and no longer a little baby.

I did tell her how much it hurt, and she said it would be easier next time. I
did not understand while there would be a next time if my mom wasn't in debt
anymore, but I don't remember questioning her on it. Looking back now I have
to say that all in all losing my virginity even as a young boy of 9 was not
that bad. Yes it hurt and I cried some, but those men's cocks must not have
been all that big and my ass took them rather well. Maybe time has made me
forget the pain or misremember, but I am still somewhat amazed at how easily
my tight little ass accommodated those cocks on that first night.

Rebecca slept beside me that night and I was grateful for it. I was still
somewhat shaken by everything and my stomach ache came back in the morning.
Being only 9 I did not have many deep thoughts at the time. I have tried for
years to remember what I was thinking and how I truly felt about having my
virginity taken by three men in one night By how my mom and my "other" moms
betrayed me. I don't remember thinking on any of these things though, I just
remember thinking about how my stomach hurt and how my ass ached. I think
that since my childhood up to this point was not very PG rated, that this new
situation was not completely abnormal for me. I did know of sex, drugs,
parties, chaos and had come to think that all this was normal.

The next day I got to play with Legos. I was mad at first because the
promised Legos were not at this house, I knew that I was lied to when Hank
left to "go get them at his office". But when he came back and had a really
large set of Legos, I was very happy. Rebecca played with me and I remember
we built a model of the club where she and my mom worked. It had pillars our
front and some really neat architecture so we tried to recreate it. I was
given pop all day which I was never allowed to have being a rather hyper
child. For lunch and dinner they fed me pizza and I was starting to really
like it here.

I was told that if I was willing to stay there sometimes (I guess I knew that
what they really meant is if I fucked more guys) that they would get an
Nintendo 64 with MarioKart. I got to play that at a friends house and had
never stopped talking about it. Rebecca must have known that this was the
right button to push, because I think I would have been ok with them cutting
my feet off for a chance to get to play video games.

That night I was again given a shower and both Rebecca and Hank took a look
at my ass. I was rather embarrassed by having to spread my cheeks, but I did
just as I was told. I got nervous that something was wrong, however because
of the urgency and body language that they both had. More cream was put on my
ass and Hank said something about giving my ass the night off. I thought that
meant no guys and I was really happy about it. Happiness turned to confusion
though when I was told to lie on the bed naked and wait. Rebecca said good
luck to me which scared me even more as I had no idea why I would need luck.

I sat on the side of the bed, anxious and nervous, I remember wanting to cry
and to run but being too anxious to do either. Part of me was actually
relieved when the door opened and some strange guy came in. I guess my head
started to run wild and another man wasn't a surprise and was something I
could handle.

This man must have been a true boylover. He started talking to me and made me
laugh within a minute. He of course told me how cute I was and how sexy I
was. He asked me things about school, and sports, and what I liked. There was
a chair in the room and before I knew it I was sitting in his lap while he
told me stories. He told me about his son and about what he was like as a
boy. I remember him also telling me about
his uncle when he was a kid. He told me that his Uncle took him to Australia
and to Brazil. Then he told me how much he loved making love to his Uncle as
a kid. The narrative was so weird that I remember almost all of it to this
day. All the time this man was talking to me, his hand was taking liberties
in feeling my smooth body. I would have liked it, had I not been so worried
about my ass. I wasn't that nervous about getting fucked, I was nervous that
Hank said I had the night off and I was sitting on a man's lap. As a kid I
was worried about the mistake that seemed to have been made and if it was
somehow my fault.

This man finally set my mind at ease though. He was caressing my ass and said
something like "shame this is of limits, you have a really nice ass Bennett".
I wasn't the brightest boy, but I realized then what Hank meant and that it
seemed that my ass was not going to be fucked. The man finally got up and
carried me over to the bed. He laid me down and started to lick every inch of
my body. I was somewhat ticklish and squirmed and giggled for much of it. It
was very weird feeling as he licked my arm pits, my belly button, between my
toes, my neck, and then when he started to lick my cock I realized that I was
hard and that it felt pretty neat when he pinched my tiny shaft with his lips
and started to move it up and down. I would not have an orgasm then, but will
admit that for the first time I knew how playing with your cock could feel
good and wanted this man to continue.

He ended up jacking off into my face. It felt so hot that I thought his cum
had burned me as it hit my face. I was mesmerized watching this man jack
himself off. Seeing him stare in my eyes then watched as his eyes went over
my body and focused on my naughty parts. He aimed for my lips and did not
miss as at least a little hit me there. I flinched and moved away and he
quickly ordered me back and finished cumming on me. This would be a popular
theme over the next few years.

I got to go home after that. It was very awkward and weird. Part of me knew
that my mom sent me off to be used and hurt and I felt betrayed and angry.
One of my other pseudo moms made it all a little better by making fun at the
whole situation. Her stupid jokes made a world of difference as it cut the
tension and made me feel so much better about the whole thing. My mom at some
point told me she was proud of me and praised me for being so grown up. She
played into my ego, and her friends made it seem all so normal, so I quickly
started to accept and "own" what happened to me. I became proud of myself and
after a few days of having some serious pain when I went to the bathroom my
body was back to normal.

Rebecca was driving me again. I knew where we were going and what was going
to happen. My mom and Rebecca both asked me if I was "ok" to go see Hank. I
knew what they meant, and after all the praise and how they told me how grown
up I was I felt that I had to say yes even though I really wanted to say no.
ON the drive there I had to stifle cries a few times, but Rebecca either
didn't notice or pretended not to notice. I would learn later that the other
ladies in the house and my mom decided that if I put up any protest or said I
didn't want to go then that would be the end of it. I was told that everyone
was surprised how readily I agreed and that they all figured I enjoyed it. I
was around 20 when I heard this and I started to cry. Thinking that my whole
life would have been so different if I had just told the truth at the time.

Back at the same house, I was put through the same routine. I was more
nervous and scared than the week before and was almost in a panic thinking
about what was going to happen. Lucky for me, the man that came in was
another gentle boy lover who seemed to only want to make me smile. He brought
me a package of hot wheels and we spent lots of time just playing with them.
By the time he finally touched me, I wanted to make this man happy. He kissed
me and I kissed him back. He spent lots of time teaching me how to kiss and
telling me what a french kiss was and practicing with me. He massaged me and
did not even touch my cock or ass. Before he did anything, he asked me if it
was ok. I did not realize at the time, but now I know there is no better way
to make a boy feel comfortable and in control than by just asking for
permission. The boy will almost always say yes, and I never even considered
saying no to this man. He finally licked and sucked on my little penis and I
was so at ease with him that I really enjoyed it. He then made a game out of
having to do whatever the other one does to each other. So he would do little
things like put his finger in my belly button and tickle me, then I would
have to do it back to him. We would then change and I would kiss his cheek
and he would do the same back to me. I loved this game and got a kick out of
trying all these new things.

When he finally went farther and farther with the game, my stomach was filled
with butterflies nervous and excited with anticipation. When he only kissed
my little cock, I moved things along faster by taking his in my mouth when it
was my turn. After he did it back to me, he asked me if I would do the same
thing again and do it longer. I obliged and he took hold of my head and kept
me sucking his cock for a long time. When he was about to cum he pulled me
away and came on his stomach, finishing himself off with his hand. I actually
think I wanted more, but he was back to making me play hot wheels. He laid
there and watched me for a little bit, then made me crawl on top of him and
he cuddled me.

Over the course of those first few months, the men varied as did the sex. I
am not sure if rules were in place with these men, but for at least awhile
the sex consisted of me giving hand jobs and blow jobs. My ass was played
with and fingered some I remember, but for the longest time after that first
weekend no many fucked it. When I next took a cock up my ass it was like I
was a virgin all over again. The man was nice and I don't think his cock was
too large, but it still hurt and I still hated it. He just put the tip in and
gave a few thrusts and came very quickly, but it was enough to make me cry
again and after he seemed to feel really bad about it.

When he finally went farther and farther with the game, my stomach was filled
with butterflies nervous and excited with anticipation. When he only kissed
my little cock, I moved things along faster by taking his in my mouth when it
was my turn. After he did it back to me, he asked me if I would do the same
thing again and do it longer. I obliged and he took hold of my head and kept
me sucking his cock for a long time. When he was about to cum he pulled me
away and came on his stomach, finishing himself off with his hand. I actually
think I wanted more, but he was back to making me play hot wheels. He laid
there and watched me for a little bit, then made me crawl on top of him and
he cuddled me.

Over the course of those first few months, the men varied as did the sex. I
am not sure if rules were in place with these men, but for at least awhile
the sex consisted of me giving hand jobs and blow jobs. My ass was played
with and fingered some I remember, but for the longest time after that first
weekend no many fucked it. When I next took a cock up my ass it was like I
was a virgin all over again. The man was nice and I don't think his cock was
too large, but it still hurt and I still hated it. He just put the tip in and
gave a few thrusts and came very quickly, but it was enough to make me cry
again and after he seemed to feel really bad about it.

After that time my ass must have been back on the market full time. Almost
every man fucked me in the ass, and I suppose I must have gotten somewhat
used to it cause I do not remember crying and carrying on like I did the
first few times. I think I was almost 10 at this point and had gotten
slightly taller and more pre-teen than child. I still wish I could have made
it clear to so many men that the fucking wasn't so bad, it was the positions
they would put me in that could be terrible. Knees next to my ears while they
rabbit fucked me was a common thing and I hated it. My body didn't want to
bend that way, but they folded me in half anyway. Some would also spread my
legs really wide and push them open while they would fuck me and this would
also hurt and strain as my inner leg muscles were pulled at.

Some men were very nice to me, like the boy lover I described earlier. A
surprising many couldn't seem to go through with it either. Early on I was
usually relived, although also perplexed as they usually would apologize and
tell me how sorry they were for me. Later on, I would feel ashamed like I
wasn't good enough or what they wanted. Some men brought me gifts or would
give me money and so so many would tell me about their kids. I was never
quite sure what to make about it when they told me I looked just like their
little boy. Usually after they told me this they would fuck me hard while
calling me filthy names.

I had a few regulars. Most of them were very nice to me and I got used to the
same routine with each of them. One would usually spend hours just tongue
fucking my ass. He would knead my little cheeks while licking my hold and
moaning into me. One man never wanted my ass in any way, but rather would
just have me get on my knees and give him a blow job as fast as I could. He
would then cum on my face and hurry off. Yet another man only ever gave me
massages. He would just rub me all over and he never took off his clothes or
made me do anything to him. Often times he would start crying at some point
as well, I have no idea why. Of course there were a couple regulars who I
really really really hated. One in particular was always very cruel to me.

His name was Bernard. He was an ugly guy with a belly and I am assuming lots
of money. Bernard had a couple of boys of his own and he started off as one
of the men who would like to tell me about his son, then fuck me hard while
calling me his sons name. After a few sessions of that Bernard started to
spank me as well. He would usually use his hand and would always spank me
over his lap calling me "Michael" and telling me how naughty I was. He was
never satisfied until I had a full sobbing cry which would always lead to him
fucking me again. A few times he slapped or grabbed my balls to make me cry
as well. None of that was as bad as the toys he would bring though. I had
gotten used to being fucked, and while some still hurt, I was able to take a
cock ok now, but Bernard I don't think wanted me to take it ok. He would
bring large objects, usually one of his kids toys, and force them into me. I
remember I large hard rubber torpedo that he forced into me a few times. It
felt huge and would also make me cry and beg for him to stop. He never did
and would spend hours fucking me with it. Often I would be cuffed to the bed
so I could not escape from him. Besides the torpedo I remember a plastic
bowling pin, a toy sword, a couple of action figures, a "bubble wand" toy,
and he had quite a few actual dildos that he would force in me. I would often
bleed after he was done with me and would cry and tell everyone how much I
hated him, they would comfort me but he seemed to always return.

Only one time in my few years as a boy whore was I with a woman. It was an
older, 50s probably, couple that started out seeming very nice. I was 10 at
the time, almost 11, so I was pretty use to what men wanted to do with me.
The woman was a mystery and I got butterflies in my stomach thinking that I
might have to fuck her. It started off with the man telling this woman what
to do to me. He had her kiss me, then with tongue and then she was instructed
to give me a hickey. She kissed my lithe body all over and licked and sucked
my cock and balls. He made her turn me over and she did the same to my back
and then he had her lick and tongue my ass. Her nails hurt and scratched me
when she put one up deep in my ass. The man then had her pull me down into
the middle of the bed and after she place me on my back she straddled my
face. I had my eyes closed, as I usually did when being a whore, but they
quickly darted open when she started to rub her wet pussy all over my face. I
was grossed out by it, and would have gladly sucked 10 cocks to get this lady
off me. She rode my nose and ground herself into me. They kept telling me to
stick out my tongue, but I ignored most of those requests. After she
obviously came, it was his turn and she got to be the instructor. She wanted
to see his cock in my mouth, and then deeper in my mouth. She wanted me used
by her man and taunted him several times to be a man and use my like a slut.
She wanted him to do it harder, faster, deeper. She even had him spank me
several times. I don't know how many men or boys had scorned her in her life,
but she was apparently trying to get payback on me. He was fucking my ass
pretty hard when she instructed him to do the one thing I really hated - pull
out of my ass and stick his cock deep in my mouth and cum down my throat. I
hated it for so many reasons and most men were kind enough not to pull their
cocks out of my ass and make me lick it or suck on it - this man and woman
were not so nice. As he got close he pulled out and pulled me way down on the
bed and then leaned over me and pushed his cock in my mouth. He turned around
in a classic 69 position and the woman came up to my head and seemed to be
pushing his ass harder so he would fuck deeper into me. I was choking and
gagging and thought, not for the first time, that I was going to suffocate.
She kept yelling at him and screaming something and at some point his whole
cock did go into my mouth and throat as I took a guy deep for the first time,
it came right back out but I remember the weird feeling and then feeling his
pubes around my mouth as he ground into me. He finally started cumming in my
mouth and I had no choice but to swallow as fast as I could. After he got off
me the lady tried to fuck my very soft cock while tongue kissing me some
more. Like so many others they apologized profusely for getting "carried
away". If I wasn't already well on my way to being a lifelong fag, this first
interaction with pussy might have sealed the deal.

The memories that are the most vivid are those that were most intense or
weird. Like a foot fetish guy that made me where highheels for him and then
used my feet to masturbate before spending an hour licking them clean while I
squirmed with the tickles. Or one man who wanted me to read to him fully
clothed, but he wanted me to try to do an English accent while reading. There
are other memories some of them include intense orgasms I had, or intense
pain or being frightened or delighted. I don't want to make this any longer
as it has already cost me dearly in emotions in tears to get this part of my
story out. Thanks for reading and feel free to contact me if you wish.

bvegas@yandex.com


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