Date: Thu, 2 Feb 2017 09:03:05 +0100 (CET)
From: z.blake@tutanota.com
Subject: Wyatt in the Weak End

WYATT IN THE WEAK END
By Zachyboy
M/b, oral, anal

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My name's Wyatt and this is my strong end and this is my weak end.

My strong end is my penis because I fuck my little brother with it. I'm 11
and he's just 8.

And my weak end is my butt because I get fucked in it by Mr. Benj. I don't
know how old Mr. Benj is. But believe me, he's old. At least more than 30.

If you want me to be strong for you, lay down and let me stick my penis in
you. It's not very big. You won't even feel it.

If you want me to be weak for you, I'll lay on my tummy and take a nap and
let you fuck me as hard as you want in my you-know. My butt hole.

Really. For real. I'll sleep right through it.

It won't even hurt when you stick it in my weak end.

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The first time I went over to his house, Mr. Benj gave me $10 to mow his
lawn. He also gave me some Kool-Aid.

I've never been very strong at all. I'm kind of skinny and I don't have
muscles.

"I'm sorry I can't mow faster, Mr. Benj. I'm sort of weak. I'm not very
strong."

"Aww, that's okay, Wyatt. My own boy was sort of skinny and weak too. Billy
was his name. He was kind of shy after his mommy died, but he was a good
boy all the same. He really took her place in a lot of ways, Wyatt. There's
a lot of ways a boy can help his grieving Daddy. Right, Wyatt?"

"Right," I nodded, not fully understanding.

"Anyway," he said. "I like skinny weak boys. Their chicken arms are
handsome."

I blushed. I never knew there was handsomeness to me. I never knew someone
would like me for my weakness.

But Mr. Benj did. He liked my strong end and always paid attention to it,
but he liked my weak end most of all.

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The second time I went over to his house, Mr. Benj said to keep my Little
League uniform on. He also gave me a tongue kiss.

"That's it, baby. Suck my tongue when I push it in your mouth. Can I call
you Billy, baby? Can I call you Billy when I kiss your pretty lips and
stick my tongue inside your mouth?"

"Yes, Mr. Benj."

"Good boy, Billy. Call me Daddy, sweetheart."

"Yes, Mr. Daddy. Yes, Mr. Benj."

"Daddy's going to suck your neck and leave a mark, Billy. Can you tell your
mom a girl at school did it? For a dare at recess? But only if she sees
it?"

"Yes, Daddy. Okay, Daddy."

He sucked my neck and my knees grew weak.

We kissed and kissed, and I pretended I was Billy and he pretended he was
Daddy, and our cocks got hard and we kissed for a long time, but then I had
to go home because dinner was pretty soon.

He kissed me at the door and I think I could smell his cock in his
pants. He held me and hugged me and I think I smelled his cock.

That night I was so hard from Mr. Benj kissing me and smelling his cock
smell, I kissed my little brother like I always do, and this time when I
fucked him up the butt and got my feelings, I did it three times in a row
and my dick was sore the whole next day.

My brother lets me fuck him now. I don't have many sperms yet, but I don't
care.

I fuck him with my strong end.

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The third time I went over to his house, Mr. Benj left the door open when
he peed. He also gave me a beer.

His cock was so big. I couldn't stop looking at it.

"Don't tell anybody I gave you beer, alrighty Sport?" he winked at me while
he held his big cock and he sprayed fierce piss into the water in the
toilet bowl, so hard that it sizzled. So hard it made foam.

"You want to hold this big cock while I piss, don't you Billy," he asked
with a grin.

I said that I did and he took my hand and he let me hold his pissing
cock. I felt it thrum through his cock tube while the piss came out. Later
I smelled my fingers and they smelled like his man cock. I wanted to jack
my wiener when I smelled it. It was stinky like armpits but sugary like
maple syrup. It made my wiener hard to smell his cock-smell on my fingers.

"Drink some more beer, Billy," he winked as he refilled my glass. "You
should be comfortable here. Daddy wants his Billy comfy."

"I'm Wyatt, Mr. Benj." I giggled as I burped. "You know I'm really Wyatt,
right?"

"Not in this house, Billy my boy," he winked. "In this house, you'll always
be my little darling Billy."

I nodded twice and drank my beer. My head had some butterflies in it. But
they were good-feeling butterflies.

"In this house, all the boys who visit me wind up being my Billy. He's all
grown up now. But boys like you help him be all little for me again. So we
can do the things we used to do."

I nodded and he grinned at me.

He rubbed my butt when I left that day.

"I'm going to teach you how to be Billy soon," he smiled at me, rubbing my
butt cheeks at the door. "I'm going to teach you all the fun things Billy
learned in his little boy bottom."

I think he meant fucking me like I fuck my little brother. But I pretended
not to know what he meant. Which made him want me better.

He squeezed my butt through my sweaty-dirty lawn-mowing jeans and it made
my buzzy beer head dance and do circles inside. It made my little wiener
jump.

I went home that night and I fucked my little brother again. Harder and
harder. I kept fucking him harder.

When I fucked him hard came my two drops of juice in his butt, I pretended
it was Mr. Benj who was fucking ME hard.

"Give it to me, give it to me," I grunted, fucking my brother.

He giggled and let me. I fucked him hard and pretended he was me.

I pretended he was me getting fucked by Mr. Benj.

Making my bite my lip and grab onto the bedsheets.

That's the way it always goes when boys get fucked in their weak end.

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The fourth time I went over to his house, Mr. Benj showed me all of his
dirty pictures upstairs. He also gave me some vodka.

"Look at him, Billy," Mr. Benj said. "See how he opens his mouth really
wide so he can get the man's cock as far down his throat as possible."

"Uh-huh," I nodded, staring at the pictures, mesmerized. My wiener was hard
and Mr. Benj was rubbing it through my pants.

"I'm gonna suck your cock for you now, Billy. Is that okay?"

"I'm Wyatt, Mr. Benj. My name's really Wyatt."

"That's okay, Wyatt," Mr. Benj said smiling. "I'm gonna pull down your
Billypants and suck your little Billycock.

And he did suck my Billycock. He sucked it till I Billyspermed. But just
one drop. I don't sperm much.

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The fifth time I went over to his house, Mr. Benj made me suck his cock and
swallow his sperms. He sperms A LOT. He also gave me a warning.

"Don't tell anybody we're doing this, okay, Billy? Okay, Wyatt? That's
important, okay?"

"Okay, Mr. Benj."

My mouth was dry. I was feeling nervous. I hope I had enough spit in my
mouth to suck his cock good.

"If you tell anybody about this, we could both get in a lot of big
trouble. Big people trouble. And little kid trouble."

I nodded and stared at the hugeness of his cock in my face. His hand was
already on the back of my neck, pulling me closer to it.

"I'd only get in a little bit of trouble," he lied to me. "But you'd get in
huge trouble. Boys aren't supposed to do this with men."

I nodded, hypnotized. There was sticky stuff in the pee hole of his
dick. It looked shiny and sticky and I wondered if I was supposed to lick
it off before I sucked him. His cock smelled strong. His balls smelled like
Kraft singles cheese slices in my lunchbox at school.

"That's a good boy," he whispered to me, stroking my hair as I finally went
down on it. I took his dick in my mouth and I heard him make a great big
sigh like my mom makes when her day was long and she slips into the
bathtub.

"Good boy, Billy." Mr. Benj whispered. "You're such a good boy for Daddy's
lonely cock, baby."

He pumped and pumped and did it to my mouth that day. He made me had a sore
throat, but I didn't want to stop him. I felt strong for doing this. Grown
up and proud of myself. I wished I could swallow it further. I wished I
could smell all his hair up my nose. He was stronger than me and I needed
to smell him.

His cock got even bigger and he shot his goopy sperms in my throat. First I
coughed, and then I gagged and then I started to spit, until he told me,
"No! No, Billy! Swallow it down! You swallow it all now!"

So then I did. And then he smiled and sighed again.

"Good boy, Billy. Swallowing Daddy's baby juice."

He reached back down into my butt cheeks and tickled my weak end with his
middle F-You Finger.

"Tomorrow, we're going to open this up, tiger. We're going to get it nice
and open so I can fuck you inside it, Wyatt. Just like I fucked my little
boy Billy all those dirty, happy years ago.

"Okay, Mr. Benj," I whispered to him, scared a little. My mouth tasted like
his sperms in my throat and I think I needed mouthwash. I think I needed
gargles.

His finger in my butt kinda hurt just a little. I told him it did.

"That's okay, Billy," he said with a smile. Tomorrow I've got some things
you can smell in your nose that make you relax. They make it open up nice
and easy for you.

Then he sucked my wiener and finger-fucked my weak end. It hurt at first,
but then the more spit he used, the more I started to like it.

Boys like me, we like it in the weak end.

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The sixth time I went over to his house, Mr. Benj put a big long rubber
thing in my butt. It looked like a wiener and it felt kinda twisty. He also
gave me some poppers.

My head felt like fireworks and drum beats and goodness.

"That's it, Billy. Sniff some more and just relax."

I felt the rubber thing go in my butt, but it was sort of like I wasn't
there. Like I wanted to keep it out of me, but the thing I sniffed from his
fingers made me open right up and let it all go in anyway.

"I wish you could see it, Billy. I wish you could see it, Wyatt. You have
such a pretty butt hole, baby. Gonna stretch it real wide now. Daddy's
gonna fill that hole with cock tomorrow. Relax, baby boy. Relax. Sniff some
more now."

"Okay, Mr. Benj," I mumbled all dizzy.

"Call me, Daddy, Billy."

"Okay, Daddy."

He twisted and wiggled the rubber thing in my bottom.

He rubber fucked my weak end.

"Tomorrow you're not gonna be a virgin anymore," he warned me.

"I'm kinda scared it might kinda hurt me."

"I'll go slow," he lied.

"I'm still kinda scared."

"Would you like to go to sleep? Take a nap while I do it?"

"Uh-huh," I whispered.

"Good boy," he smiled. "Billy liked to take naps when I did it to him too."

He wiggled the rubber thing in my butt some more, and he jacked his cock
and he shot his sperms in my mouth. I ate them all up and I told him I
liked them. I was used to the taste now. I wanted to taste that flavor
forever.

I liked Mr. Benj.

I wanted to be a good no-more-virgin for him tomorrow. I'd do anything for
him. I loved that he loved me.

When I got home that night, I fucked my little brother till he begged me to
stop.

I wished he was Billy. I wished he was my precious baby boy.

He said, "Owww, Wyatt...you're effing me too hard now!"

But then I sucked his dickie and balls and he cheered himself back up
again.

I also licked the hole that I fucked him in.

I put one drop of sperms in his butt, then I licked him in the weak end.

We went to sleep happy. We went to sleep hugging.

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The seventh time I went over to his house, Mr. Benj told me to take my
pants off and get in bed with him because he was going to make me not be a
virgin anymore. He also gave me a sleeping pill.

He sucked my cock a little and I sucked his. He fingered me full of really
slippery lubey stuff.

"Let's get it all in there nice and deep," he whispered. "How are you
feeling now, baby? Getting tired yet? Really sleepy?"

"Kinda sleepy, Mr. Benj."

"Call me Daddy, Billy Boy."

"Okay Daddy." I yawned and stretched. I was naked in his bed and almost
asleep. I felt slippery stuff in my butthole. I could smell his cock and I
could smell my own butthole. I smelled like more Kraft cheese
slices. Sleepy and waiting for him.

"Here we go," Mr. Benj said happily. I could feel his cock at the entrance
of my butt hole. And then he pushed. And then I said "Owwwwww!" But I was
too tired to move. And then I just giggled.

Mr. Benj was sticking his cock up my ass. And I was too tired to stop
him. I yawned, and stretched and giggled and said "ow," while Mr. Benj
fucked me. He fucked me in the weak end.

I remember feeling ouches.

I remember feeling kisses.

I remember feeling lots of things, but mostly feeling proud of myself.

Proud and sleepy when Mr. Benj said, "BILLY! I love you Billy! Here it
comes! Your love juice from Dadddddeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!
NGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!"

I fell asleep in his arms, surrounded by kisses, covered with loving,
sticky inside me.

"Good boy," he whispered. "I love you, sweet Billy. I love you, sweet
Wyatt."

When I got home that night, I said to my brother, "Hey, watch what's inside
me," and I farted Mr. Benj's sperms in the toilet and my little brother
said, "OH WOW! That's a lot of sperms he put in you! Did it hurt, Wyatt?
Did it hurt when he effed you?"

"I can't remember," I giggled. "I was sort of half-asleep for it. I know
there were kisses."

My little brother pulled his pants down. His little wiener was already
hard.

"Do it to me," he said with his hungry-voice. He pointed in the toilet at
Mr. Benj's sperms. "Do it to me hard. With kisses and sperms in me. I wish
you could make that much. I wish you could squirt that much in my weak
end."

Mr. Benj should meet my brother.

Mr. Benj would like him.

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So now I go over there Saturday nights and once a week, Mr. Benj puts his
sperms in my butt. He likes it best when I'm drowsy and tired. He likes it
best when I take the sleeping pill first. Confused and tired and not quite
sure if I'm slurring my words.

"Time for another Ambien-fuck, champ. Time to fuck my sleepy-boy, Billy."

"I'm Wyatt, Mr. Benj. My name's really Wyatt."

"I know you're Wyatt," he says to me patiently. "But you're Billy when I
fuck you. You'll always be Billy."

Mr. Benj likes to fuck me and I like to get fucked, so I swallow the
sleeping pill and I take off my clothes.

I slip into bed with him and I nod off dreamily as his hard cock presses
into my little back door.

"Shhh, baby. Billy Boy. Go back to sleep now. Just like Billy did when I
fucked him after Mommy died."

Mr. Benj wants my butt hole, and I'm in no condition to stop him. So every
Saturday, I go over to his house, I take my pill until I'm nice and quiet
and I don't fight back when he sticks his dick up inside me.

"I love you, Billy."

"I love you, Daddy."

Every seven days, I spread my legs and I give it to him weakly.

He's got a great big cock and he likes to stick it in me.

Mr. Benj loves his Billy, and Billy loves his Daddy.

We spend lots of time together.

He takes up my whole weak end.

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THE END

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The other ABC Boys by Zachyboy include:

https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/young-friends/andy-in-the-attic
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/barrett-in-the-bathtub
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/young-friends/casey-in-the-clubhouse
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/incest/daddy-in-the-doorway
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/facedown-in-the-freight-train
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/kelly-in-the-kayak
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/liquid-in-the-lenses
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/incest/murphy-in-the-middle
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/young-friends/raven-in-the-rainstorm
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/young-friends/treyden-in-the-treehouse

Jesus Christ. How long *is* this damn alphabet anyway? This is taking
FOR...EVER!

Love, Zach.

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