Date: Sun, 21 Apr 2002 16:21:48 -0400
From: Jay Jones <jayslut@hotmail.com>
Subject: hot-little-brat-assfucked-hard

Enjoy. Disclaimer: This story involves male on male sex, hot assfucking, and
lots of exhibitionism and domination. If that offends you, leave and fuck
off. If that turns you on all the more, good.

Chris was pounding away on his dick. Seven inch monster cock. He was sitting
in front of his computer, 17, with his webcam pointed right at him. Blond
gel'd hair, buck naked, 5'5", leaning back on his little gray computer
chair, he stared hard at the pumping cock he was having camsex with. He
moaned, overexaggeratedly. He liked putting on a show. He had never had sex
before, and wanted to desperately. But he lived in a small town without many
gay options, and so he used the one gay option he could find: the computer.
And used it fucking passionately.

It started with phonesex. He'd scour for guys, sending pictures of his hot
little thin beautifully tanned fifteen-year-old body to guys in chatrooms.
He always asked first, and sent pictures first (it's quicker than S2R, gets
the job done easier). He was hot enough to know that he didn't have to pay
for long-distance calls -- if a guy saw his pics, liked his big fat dick, he
knew that they'd want him badly enough to call him and put up with the fee.
Even if the guy lived in fucking Tokyo, he'd still pay. He was a twink, and
a fucking hot twink. He'd spend hours finding the right guy, and once he
did, he'd get the call and blow him the fuck away. He was hot, he was loud,
he loved to cum, he loved to make them cum, and he loved stroking his seven
inches multiple times per call. Usually a bottom -- he loved to be dominated
and humiliated. It was a thing.

Then he found a webcam and oh shit did he use it. Every night, every
afternoon, whether his parents were home or not -- he didn't even close the
door to the computer room. With his bare ass to the door and fat dick to the
man's eyes on the screen, he jerked til his dick was sore. He even had
regulars, 10 or 15 years older than he was, that gave him their pager and
cell numbers so that if he ever needed to cum, they would go straight home
and jerk off no matter where they were. Or if Chris really, really needed
it, they'd do phonesex wherever on the spot. Fuck, even if he didn't really,
really need it, even if he just kinda sorta maybe alittleinthemood wanted
it, they'd jerk in their cubicle through their pockets or go out to their
cars, strip, and have loud screaming jacking phonesex for 40 minutes or as
long as little Chris wanted it.

At the moment, 3:30 in the afternoon, he drove home from school about a half
hour ago, started looking for a guy about 25 minutes ago, and has been
jerking in front of this guy for about 15 minutes now. Porn was all over the
screen. Pics of the guy that he had sent, random hot porn pics, Dudes Off
Campus somewhere in the background, and, of course, the Netmeeting window
with the guy inside (and even a little mini-window of Chris jerking off
himself -- he liked to watch what he looked like to whatever guy he was
jacking with). The guy he was doing it with today was middle-aged. 40.
Acceptable looks. Chris was in the mood to give a guy the fuck of his life
-- impressive when through a computer screen, but entirely doable by him. A
little balding, but good muscles. A little bit of a beer belly. He was
sitting in a messy uglyass room, on a normal wooden chair, stroking a 6 inch
dick and moaning, trying to match Chris' overly loud screams and moans.

Chris was pumping away, close to cumming, he kept whispering "fuck..." over
and over, sometimes closing his eyes and imagining the averagely little dick
in front of him pounding his tight virgin asshole. He wanted to be rammed.
So. Fucking. Badly. He was moaning hard. Getting ready to cum. Not in an
I'm-gunna-cum-in-5-seconds-way scream, but a
I'm-getting-ready-to-pump-my-dick-off-hard way. The guy had already cum, and
was sitting there, naked, limp dick, licking cum off his fingers, imagining
it was Chris' he was tasting as he stared at the vigorously pumping Chris.
"ugh shit, fuck me.. fUUUUUUck.." And then he heard the garage door.

"Shit! Shit! Fuck!" It was his mother coming home, he half-knew she was
coming home (in fact, she usually came home at 3:15-3:20, and it was about
20 minutes after that by now), and half loved the danger of it. But shit.
His clothes weren't even downstairs in the computer room. He had stripped
naked upstairs, in his bedroom, since he loves to prance around naked and
toyed with the idea of getting caught. But now, it didn't seem like such a
good idea. He heard the car turning off as he frantically tried to close all
the porn on the screen, and then turn the computer off. But it wasn't
turning off. Shit! SHIT! And he was still naked, with all 7 inches hanging
out, harder and longer than before because of the excitement, smacking
against his balls thighs and abs, bobbing up and again as Chris ran around.
He heard the garage door begin to roll down and the adjoining door rattle,
so finally he just turned the button off haphazardly and ran upstairs
seconds naked, dick bobbing and throbbing, panting, passing right by the
door as it opened. He was upstairs on the landing as his mother came in,
directly below, and wondered what the noise was. "Christopher? Chris?" He
was panting, trying to make it seem less quiet, but he was directly above
her, he responded "Yeah mom?" trying to hide his exasperation.

All she had to do was to walk three more steps, turn, and look up to see her
17-year-old gay son naked with his fully rock hard cock pointing straight
over her head. "Chris what's wrong?" "Nothing" he stammered -- "I just
thought I heard my phone ringing up here." "Oh," she said, and he heard the
sound of hard heel footsteps walking away toward the kitchen, "if you're
hungry I brought home some chicken."

His tone was more stable now, along with his heartrate, and his dick was
sadly beginning to loosen up into its usual soft 3" flaccid. "No thanks,
Mom, I had some cereal when I got home." And he walked toward his room,
closed the door, and panted sighingly on his bed. Energized, awake, and
LOVING the fact that his mother almost caught her teenage son pumping hard
to a middle-aged fat man on the computer. He looked around and tried to find
something "erotically pleasing" to do.

He mulled over calling Kyle on his cell phone for prompt and immediate
phonesex, he imagined egging him on to fuck his tight little hole til he
bleeds, rape his ass, pound and pound til he cries in pain, out in his
backyard or on the roof or some other fucking hot imaginary phonesex
location. This got him a little hard already. About 5 and a half inches,
soft and malleable, but workable as he reached down for his proud prick and
searched for his name in the directory. He hit select, let it ring 6 times
before it picked up. "Hello?" asked an innocent, 32-year-old voice.

"Fuck me. Make me cum." Chris was so cute.

"Hold on. Chris? Let me just... I'm at work. What's that noise?"

Chris had just realized they were doing construction work on his roof.
Fucking Mexicans. "They're working on my house again. My dad wants new
roofing tiles."

"I can barely hear you. What?"

"Nevermind. Kyle, Im sorry. I'll call you later."

"What? Chris I can't hear--" He hung up. Annoyed. Fucking A, he was horny.
Bouncing off the fucking walls, practically. "I. Want. To. Cum." And the
goddamn construction wasn't making it any better. Now he really noticed just
how loud it was. Fuck! He couldn't have camsex with his mom right in the
kitchen opposite the computer room. He couldn't have phonesex, with all the
noise. All the fucking noise. BANG! BANG! Repeatedly. On the roof. Right
above his room. Fucking hell. Chris was so pissed off that he went to his
window, opened it, and screamed at the guy on the ladder, "Will you PLEASE
keep it the fuck down up there?"

The Mexican construction worker, shirtless, not really too hot, was about 3
feet to the left  from him and a two feet above, on a ladder. He looked over
at the half-naked teen body glaring at him and almost lost his footing. "I'm
sorry, sir, but I can't. I'll try to keep it as quiet as I can, though." He
jerked his body at a more secure angle and forced an apologetic smile.

"Yeah, well, try fucking harder." came Chris' response. And he slammed the
window shut and walked back inside, ass and cock bouncing as he walked. He
was soft now, not even interested. He went into his walk-in closet to pick
out some clothes to wear. Some tight jeans, a t-shirt he usually slept in,
and socks sufficed. He had put on a thong underneath just for the hell of
it. As he was putting his clothes on, he heard his window open. He walked
out of his closet and saw that the ladder was pushed over and up against his
window, and the worker was standing in his room in front of the window.
"What are you doing in here? Get the fuck out of my room! WHAT THE FUCK?"

"You need to be taught a lesson." The worker, who was 5'7" and was just two
inches taller than Chris, took off his gloves and threw them on the ground.
"Take off your clothes." The worker said forcefully but without much concern
while he undid his overalls slumped them off and kicked his boots off. His
body was flabby, but extremely well-muscled. It was the kind of body that
wasn't weightroom workout perfected, but built beautifully by hard labor.
Chris just stood there, forming "NO!" in his mind. But before he could say
anything, the worker just stared at him, naked, angry, pissed off, and said
"You little brat. What did I say? Take your fucking clothes off now before I
beat the shit out of you." The Mexican's dick was getting hard, and he was
pumping it a little inbetween words to make a dramatic effect.

Chris just said "No. No I'm not going to take off my clothes. Get the hell
out of my room. You work for me. Remember? You're just a fucking
construction worker on my million-dollar house. Put your fucking clothes on,
get on my fucking roof, get out of my fucking room, or I'll call my fucking
Mom. GET OUT."

"Fine. We'll do this the hard way." Chris turned and went for the door and
opened it a crack before the large naked worker caught up with him with ease
and slammed it shut and put his dirty callous hands over the boy's mouth. He
closed it, locked it with one hand, and with his other still holding Chris'
mouth shut, he ripped off his cheap little Gap white t-shirt, size small,
with a forced chuckle. Chris had panic in his eyes. "You're hard. Don't even
try to pretend like you're not enjoying this." Chris started making loud
muffled screams before the guy pushed his hand over his mouth harder and put
his other behind his head and applied a shitload of force between the two --
"Shut. The. Fuck. Up. Kid."

After a 20-second staring between the two had calmed the boy down, the
worker took the hand from the back of his head down and singlehandedly
unbuckled the belt and pushed it aside, then unbuttoned and unzipped his
jeans -- all with his other hard shoved over Chris' panicking face and his
naked body slammed against the boy's and pushed up against the door. He
pushed the pants down and laughed when he saw the thong. Chris' face turned
beat red, but still silent, embarassed. It was a tiny red thong, with his
large cock fully-hard and fully-noticeable under the small red pouch, and
his small 17-year-old ass hanging out in the back except for a tiny red line
of fabric. With a snicker, the worker slammed his hand harder against the
boy's mouth while his other hand squeezed and toyed with the boy's fragile
prick through the thin fabric.

He pulled it and turned it and squeezed it and punched it and slapped it --
all making poor Chris moan and squint with hurt, frantic lines forming along
his forehead and trying futilely to make painful noises against the man's
smelly veiny hand. Finally, with one hand, the worker pulled the fabric of
the thong from the front dick side, and pulled it and pulled until the
fabric stretched so far against Chris' 17-year-old asscrack and poor little
hairless balls that he winced and tears formed in his eyes, he couldn't even
make a sound to express how... hot it felt. Pure hot. But the kid, always
wanting to please his audience, put on a good show for the manly
construction worker who thought he was striking terror in this little
faggot's heart and making him so afraid that his scrotum shook in fearful
horror. "Get on the bed. If you don't say a word when I take my hand off
your mouth, I won't throw you out the window when I'm done shoving my semen
up your ass. We clear on that?"

Chris nodded as much as the man's hand would allow him, and before he knew
what was going on, he threw the naked-except-for-his-socks boy onto his bed
with both hands. "OW!" Chris let out, involuntarily, as his head hit the
headboard, ass up in the air. "What did I say?" the worker demanded and
smacked the boy's ass cheeks so hard that he flipped over and glared at the
boy, who was rubbing his bruised head. "Shut the FUCK up, and you'll live."
Chris nodded and pretended to shrug his eyebrows nervously. "Over." Chris
laid on his chest. "Put the pillow in your mouth." He did as he was told.
"And put your ass up, hands over your head." He always loved a good
domination.

The short Mexican worker spit on his hands and spread his wet fingers in the
boy's ass, who groaned with a little yelp (even though this was his "first
time", he was used to the feeling -- he always fingered himself, had a
dildo, even had anal beads in the dresser sitting behind the man unwashed
from the last time he had used them as an extra toy on his webcam.) He
licked his fingers and spit some more and put it on his dick. And then he
rammed his fat Mexican cockhead into Chris' virgin asshole. Chris moaned
hard and loud and with increased trebble into the absorbing pillow. And he
pounded again. He started moaning low himself, while he ravaged the boy's
ass "Fuck..." he began "Shit your ass is tight." All Chris could respond
with was muffled pillow gasps and moans and a barely audible singular "Yeah.
Yeeeah." Chris closed his eyes and felt the fuck.

The man pounded his hard dick into teenager, "Come on, come on, you like it,
don't you fag? You like the feel of my dick in your little butthole? Don't
you, little fucker?" He pounded extra hard. "Huh?" Harder. "HUH?" He pounded
his dick into it with extra force. "Well?" Chris was really hurting now,
this was unnecessary. "WELL? I CAN'T FUCKING HEAR YOU!" Chris made a sound,
and the man just smacked his ass hard, clobbered his back with a fist, and
bounced against his ass three times: "LOUDER! TELL ME YOU WANT MY COCK IN
YOU!" Chris screamed loud enough into his pillow so loudly that his voice
was indiscernable and lost somewhere in the intense decible but enough for
the pillow to unhinder the understanding of his words, "I WANT YOUR COCK IN
ME!"

"LOUDER!" he fucked the boy's ass so hard real tears were forming again
"TELL ME YOU WANT ME TO CUM IN YOU!" he pounded wildly and viciously against
the boy's ass, and the boy screamed into his pillow "I WANT YOU TO CUM IN
ME!" the man pounded his fist against the boy's back, pushing his head and
body further against the bedding and asked, while fucking rapidly, "'I WANT
YOU TO CUM IN ME' WHAT?", and the boy immediately responded as hard as he
could between sobs of pain and fucking intense ecstacy, "I WANT YOU TO CUM
IN ME, SIR! PLEASE, SIR!" And the man fucked his ass over and over, pounding
his body against the tight little small ass, harder and louder than before,
"That's better," he grunted before mind-shattering moans started coming from
the both of them.

The pillow was out of Chris' mouth at this point and the man didn't care,
both of them forgot about it, while the worker rampaged against the skinny
virgin asshole that his fat dick was exploring and puncturing.
"UGHHHHHHHHHH! Here I come!" And the man wildly bucked back and forth at
Chris' little ass until huge spurts of cum came out against the walls of his
prostate and inbetween thrusts splattered against his cheeks and down his
thighs. Both, panting, stayed doggy style for a few moments, savoring,
forgetting the "rape" situation that was happening around them. Inbetween
gusts of much-needed breath, his tight beautiful tanned frame gasping
expanding and collapsing beneath the man's weight, sputtered out sheepishly
and coyly, "So -- my turn? now?"

The man smiled, not really that surprised. It wasn't like it was the first
time this has happened. "Get on, cocksucker. Make it good." And the two
shuffled and changed positions, sweat dripping and mixing against both tight
skins and pulsing desperate muscles. Chris was on top of the worker now,
their faces and cocks pointed toward the door. "Fuck me" the man emitted and
the words pushed out of his mouth quick and hungry.

The boy bounded against the large bubbly and muscular butt in front of him.
His first fuck. Sentimental moment. He raped against the man's ass, shoving
all 7 and a half inches up there, "AWWWWW!" Chris moaned, in compliance with
the man's own grunts and moans, "FUUUUCK! FUCK! AWWW. Aw. Ugh. Ugh. AWWWW!"
fucking hell, "Fuck my ass!" the man let out "Fuck! Shit your cock's huge!
FUCK ME! FUUUUCK! UUUUUGH!"

Chris kept "AWWWWWWW" AWWWWW AWWWW"s up while his fat dick slammed into the
worker's ass. Suddenly, the door to his room opened and in walked his
mother, gasping, "Christopher? Chris? CHRIS?!?" but the two just kept on
fucking. Chris tried to shoot a smile at his mom but was too active and in
the moment to do anything but wince in ecstacy and grind his dick into the
man's ass "Mom -- leave." and continued fucking the worker's ass out. "And
-- give him a tip later, -- ok? He's -- he's really good -- at his job." he
panted out, barely. "UUUUUUUGHHH! I'M GUNNA CUM! SHIIIIT!" "Fuck me, fuck,
fuck, fuck me!" "AWWWW SHIT!" he pounded and slammed against the ass a few
more times before he spurted his boy cum into the man's asshole, and
collapsed on his strong back.

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