Date: Sun, 1 Jan 2006 18:42:57 -0800 (PST)
From: john smith <jaubree2@yahoo.com>
Subject: Giving and Getting 1

"For every person you fuck you will leave something behind.  From each
person who fucks you something will be gained."

This poorly worded curse was placed on me by a very hot Goth kid who'd felt
my lack of attention was in someway a reflection on my character.  Sure,
I'd flattered and chased and downright wooed his tight little ass for three
solid weeks before he gave it up, but how could he think that kind of
commitment represented more than finding the next new thing?  I told him
I'd be willing to fuck him again when things slowed down, but noooo.  What
19 year-old wanted to fuck just one guy anyway?  Freak.  Hot or not, he
took the magic thing way too seriously, and who knew he was actually good
at it?  It took me five weeks to figure that out.

In that time I fucked, I think, 23 guys, some of them repeatedly.  Toward
the end I'd been feeling down, tired, and on the 35th day exactly I woke to
find my first wrinkle.

The face that stared back from the mirror was gray, drawn and saggy.
Cheerful laugh lines around my eyes had grown into full-on crow's feet, and
my brow was furrowed as a damn potato field.  Further exploration found
skin that was tired and rough, a goddamned paunch weighing down my front,
and hairs that had gone gray.  After much panicked worrying I remembered
the kid's parting curse and as insane as it sounded, I fully believed it.
I'd given too much away, and now I had to get some of it back.

Finding a willing fuck isn't as easy when you're tired and gray, but in a
dingy dive on Meigs St. I found one.  An old guy, older than my father,
pathetically pleased to get his dick into a warm hole again.  As soon as he
spunked I felt a jolt of ice flood through my veins, and my new gut shrank
visibly.  It wasn't so nice for him, though, and he fell back exhausted.  I
made a mental note not to let anyone over seventy fuck me since they'd
probably wither and die on the spot.  Still, it wasn't my fault I needed to
steal back some youth so I didn't feel too terribly guilty.

The next fuck I found was actually a kid younger than me who had a real
thing for older guys.  His dad died young, maybe, I didn't listen.  He took
me in the back of his mom's minivan, the rough carpet scraping my knees as
he rocked me over the back of the seat.  When he came he merely gasped like
he'd run six miles, but even so I think he noticed the gray vanish from my
head.

It took me sixteen fucks to get back to where I even started to recognize
myself again, and I was taking no chances.  I kept on offering my ass to
the men now eager to top me, and I thought I'd hit the mother load when I
found the backroom of a club on Bird St.  There in the dark I leaned in a
corner with my legs spread wide, feeling cock after cock slide through my
hole.  I'd started the evening lubed by two quick fucks from kids I know on
campus and my ass was still wet and sloppy when I dropped my shorts.  The
first guy I looked back to see was older and caramel-skinned, maybe Puerto
Rican.  His dick nearly touched my tonsils and when the time came he pulled
out and painted my nuts with a fucking half-pint of cream.  The second was
my age and white, lean and shiny with soft muscles and bright painted lips.
His dick was long and skinny, perfect for hitting my spot every time.  The
way he threw himself into me said he was more used to the catcher's end and
was glad of the change.  After him I just ducked my head and moaned.

I think I spaced awhile there, in the dark heat smelling of ass and skin,
pulsing to the beat of the dance floor.  I think nine men had taken me by
the time my brain awoke again, and I certainly ruined the tenth guy's night
when I craned my head up to look at him.  For a startled second he froze,
balls deep, then lunged backwards with a horrified shriek.  I'm no Jared
Leto, granted, but this had never happened before.  I straightened up and
turned, feeling the cumfall gush down my legs as I finally noticed what was
wrong.  The men crowding around me were much taller than they should be,
towering over my 6'2.  Either I was in a club full of giants or something
else had changed; and as my watch slid off my wrist I knew it was me.

The poor man who'd just had his cock buried in my 13 year-old looking ass
was understandably upset.  Some kind men led him away to calm down and
drink, while others considerably less kind surrounded me.

"What the fuck are you doing here, kid?  You sick little fuck, are you
trying to get someone arrested?  Get out!"

The crowd herded me toward the door, dumping what clothes they could find
into my naked arms and shoving me into the swirl of dancers.  I skipped
behind a pillar and hauled on my shorts, holding them up as I ran for the
street.

This presented a whole new problem, one I had no idea how to solve.  I'd
obviously taken too much youth from the men in the club, too many years had
sent me right past 20 back to boy.  I had to dump some youth, definitely,
but how?  The terrible fear that maybe my little three incher was too small
to fuck stole through me and I wandered aimlessly through the dark streets.
I fetched up and spent the night in my apartment, relaxing and trying to
hatch a plan.

The next morning my planless feet carried me to a beach on the lake.  Being
summertime it was full of kids and teens, all laughing, playing and dying
to fuck.  The fit tan bodies flitted all over, chasing Frisbees or sprawled
in the sun (no one likes going in the water here; it's brown and smells
bad).  I wandered through it all, shirtless with desperation-sweat gleaming
on my tiny ripped belly.  Finally I noticed a boy whose eyes stayed longer
than they should, and let my hand idly play over my half-tented dick.  I
caught his eye, smiled slow and strutted, swinging my little ass toward the
quieter woods.

I'd barely cleared the sand when he caught me up.  As we strolled toward
the trees we learned he as Rick and me as Cameron.  We came on a little
ravine kind of thing and dropped to the bottom, settling in the soft grass
where the mower couldn't go.  So how old are you, he asked, eyeing my
crotch as my dick stood hard.  15, I said, you?  Oh, 17.  You're cute.
You're cuter.  Aww, stop.  C'mere.

Rick wrapped a fine adolescent arm around my shoulders, leaning my body
against his bare chest.  His fingers brushed my nipple, circled and stayed.
I sighed and wriggled, rubbing the max of soft skin against him.

"What do you want to do," he whispered.

"Well," I said coyly, all but batting my lashes, "I've never fucked^Å"
Rick's eyes bugged white.

"Really," his asked as his white trunks were drenched with a sudden wave of
precum.

"Yeah, I'd love to see what it feels like.  Only^Å"

"Yeah?"

"You're so big!"  I wrapped a hand around his dick, my tiny fingers just
touching.

"Yeah, but, you'll stretch," he husked, raising his hips to fuck his cock
through my hand.

"Maybe.  Can I fuck you first?" His eyes bugged again, staring down at my
little cloth-covered dicklet.  In his eyes the lure of my ass fought the
sanctity of his, and I saw the moment my ass won.

"Yeah." He scooted over and flipped, kneeling in the grass and pulling his
suit down to mid-thigh.  A small tube of suntan oil was produced and
greased his hole with the pleasant scent of coconut.  I pulled my speedos
down like him and crawled up behind to push my little shaft in between his
pale cheeks.  He had no idea what to do or how to relax, so it was lucky
that my cock was no bigger than his thumb.  It slid in, barely, the head
and a bit of the rod popping through after a long hard push.  By forcing my
belly against his firm cheeks I could just wiggle my dick inside him, and
such relief blazed through me that I came right there.

Another inch of dick grew inside him, a little muscle cording my arms and
my legs aching a bit as they lengthened.  If he felt the dry-pulsing of my
dick he didn't show it, kneeling rigid as I took my pleasure from his hole.
Since his face was turned from me the loss of a year didn't really show.
Maybe his back got a little softer as a thin layer of baby fat regrew, but
I didn't care.  I was pumping for all I was worth, and my second orgasm
came just seconds later.

This time he noticed the thickening of the meat in his hole.  Now 15 in
form as well as in fiction, my dick was a respectable 5 and a half inches,
thick enough to force his tight nether-lips wide open.  Soft blond fuzz
sprouted above my shaft as definition rippled down my arms.  He and I were
the same now, smooth cheeks unmarked by even the lightest of down.  I
braced my hands on his shoulders and fucked, tearing gasps from his pretty
throat as I pounded his virgin prostate.

I lasted almost four minutes before a load of watery cum spurted from my
cock.  Rick noticed and cried out, writhing his hips as the liquid heat
burned within him.  Translucent hairs gleamed on my arms as wiry pubes
thatched my nuts.  My ecstatic cry went deep and masculine as his grew
thin.  The too-tight speedo rolled down my thighs as they swelled thick.  I
doubt he even felt my dick grow again as his body shook to a massive cum,
his hole wringing tight around my now enjoyably large dick.

After this round we knelt there for a few minutes gasping for breath.  The
thought that I was well on the way to becoming what I should be was enough
to keep my dick hard and leaking.  I leaned down to lay my chest on his
back, thrusting slowly into his hole.  A low keening rose from his throat
as I used every trick to wreak pleasure in his ass.  My lips kissed down
his ear, nipping at the lobe with sharp white teeth and lapping inside with
my long pink tongue.  Rick turned his head and moaned, the sound echoing
down my throat as I locked my lips on his.  Our tongues danced as my dick
ground the soft walls of his little man-pussy, entirely filled with my
newly 16 year-old meat.  No thought but pleasure filled my brain as
millions of milky sperm blew from my dick.

I'd had almost eight inches at 17, and a breathless moan showed that Rick
felt every bit.  His body shrank so that my chest no longer touched him as
I crouched over his smooth back.  The little ring cut almost painfully
tight around my cock before relaxing over the heat of my shaft.  The kid
must've been a small thirteen, probably picked on by his friends.  If the
white-heat of his body hadn't been caressing my cock I probably would have
pitied him that.  As it was, I sat back on my ass and hauled him with me to
sit up on my lap.

Whatever growth spurts I got from cumming in Rick's ass seemed to be
recharging my balls each time.  I stared down into his flushed little face,
seeing nothing but animal lust in his bright brown eyes.  His little prick
jutted hard from his belly as I grabbed his waist and lifted.  All ninety
pounds of tight man-boy slid up my shaft, plunging back down to the root as
I dropped him.  Up and down, tip to base, I fucked little Rick by jacking
his bod.  He threw his head back and howled, mindless joy suffusing his
sweet face.  Whatever waves of pleasure were sweeping through his body were
surely equaled by my own.  Trying not to miss a stroke, I brought my right
foot back and shifted my weight.  My left braced on a handy tuft and I
stood, holding Rick hard to my groin as I moved.  Once upright I wrapped my
left arm under his chest and my right below his belly, bouncing his body in
the air with thrusts of my hips.  It was in this position that my final cum
arrived, flooding out of Rick's hole as the sheer size of my dick hogged
all the room.

Nine and a half inches of newly adult, 18 year-old cock drew slowly out of
Rick's little boy hole.  Covered in cum, the same that seeped down the
boy's thin legs from between his palm-size cheeks.  Nothing could be more
thoroughly fucked than the former teenager's miniscule ass.  I pulled the
too-large bathing suit over Rick's feet, shucking into the stained cloth.
He'd have to make do with my speedo, pulled up to hide his limp little
meat.  I left him, dazed but moving, and walked back to the beach.

Since that day I've learned moderation in my fucking.  I'll throw maybe
three or four fucks before taking an equal number.  If I find someone I
really like I'll give them whichever they'd most enjoy, a year's youth or
age.  As for myself, I can see maintaining the perfect 18 years for a long
time to come.


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