Date: Fri, 26 Jan 2007 18:22:27 -0800 (PST)
From: john smith <jaubree2@yahoo.com>
Subject: Giving and Getting 4

I don't know how the fucker found me, but when my front door burst open I
didn't stop to think.  I was out the window and down the fire escape before
he reached my room, and I didn't look back.

The past several months had been sheer hell, spent running from place to
place in an attempt to lose the tenacious motherfucker someone had set on
me.  Nowhere was safe now, no matter what age I looked like, and this was
fifth time he'd come close enough to catch me.  I was starting to think
it'd be easier to give in, but with people like that what kind of life
would I then lead?  Trapped in a room somewhere, fucked and fucking at the
whim of the boss, helping shady underworld shits evade the law.  I pounded
down the iron staircase and streaked off into the night, determined to stay
free.

I now had the body of a 35 year-old, trim and strong to be sure, but still
far beyond my nominal age.  Besides, the private dick had obviously made
this age, so I determined to dump a few years and try to give him the slip.
The easiest way would be anonymous, probably a park, since even an in-shape
35 year-old can have difficultly laying his hands on a ready dick.  I spent
the last few hours of darkness wandering the suburban streets and headed to
a large local park with the sun.

Luckily it was a bright summer Saturday and the park teemed with all kinds
of people.  The further areas, past the picnic spots and the playing
fields, were heavily wooded and well known in the gay community.  I
stripped off my shirt, oiled my chest and strolled toward them.

Three high school kids were playing frisbee at the edge of the trees.  They
looked a little dubious as I paused to watch them, but the semi-conscious
flexing of one boy's beautifully taut chest told me I was in the right
place.  Around twenty fairly pleasant minutes were spent frolicking and
gazing before the show-off walked my way.  Yes, I'm gay, and yes, I'll let
you fuck me, and I was set with at least one fuck to start the day.  The
boy and I went toward his friends and I waited as he had a few words.  The
other two looked over, stared at him, then examined me.  With all eyes
fixed on my ass, I sauntered to the trees and stepped into the shade.  All
three came after me.

The boys were only about 17, and I didn't want to take too much youth from
them.  I made it clear that each one could only fuck me once, then I'd move
on to the next.  Now sporting rock hard wood, all three agreed.  I asked
the two less forward ones to wait in little clearings separated by screens
of trees and turned to present my ass as soon as they had gone.  My shorts
slipped down and I squirted a puddle of suntan oil into my hand.  Two
fingers loosened my hole and a palm full of oil lubed his leaking boy dick.
I leant over and braced my hands on a tree, spreading my legs wide and
inviting.

A thick cockhead slipped into my crack, gliding down to the back of my
balls as he searched for my hole.  On the way up he went too far and popped
free, but he was third time lucky.  He sank to the hilt and stayed there,
moaning.  I stayed perfectly still, afraid that any movement might make him
pop.  After a bit he recovered enough to slide slowly back and then in, his
fair sized dick plumbing my hole.  Being a teenage boy, though, no amount
of caution was enough, and on the tenth or so plunge he shot.  Warmth
flooded my hole, my body, and his, as cum and years were exchanged.  I
abruptly stood, yanking my ass from his dripping dick to prevent any
possible repeat.

I stepped out of my shorts and turned to look at the panting boy.  He'd
gained a little muscle and a lot of stubble, the dark hair growing halfway
down his neck.  I grinned at him, my dick bobbing hard before me, and
walked off to see one of his friends.

The next boy was a tall, willowy blond who had already stripped bare.  He'd
been amusing himself before I arrived, turned on by the sweaty animal moans
that had come from behind the trees.  A little cum had leaked out of my
hole, and just a splash of oil had me ready to go.  I spread his shirt out
on the leaves and lay on it on my back, drawing my legs into the air.  The
boy was kneeling before me in nothing flat, and the slow, scalding plunge
was not the move of a man-sex virgin.  I let my legs drape over his thin
shoulders as he pumped, the length of his dick driving pleasant shivers
through my groin.  Again with a teenager was again with the fast cum,
though it didn't even slow the boy down.  A few strands of cum were plunged
out by his driving dick to trickle down my belly, but he never missed a
beat as a year of age flowed into him.  His young frame didn't seem to
change, at least that I noticed, so I let him continue.  With the energy of
another year surging about his body he didn't last, cumming again in about
a minute.  This time I squirmed out from under him and left him panting in
the dirt.

The third boy hadn't been able to wait.  He was licking cum from his hand
as I walked into his clearing, and warm sticky trails were shining all over
his firm belly.  I pouted a little, kneeling at his side and gently
grasping his slimy shaft.  This boy was shorter than the other two, heavily
built and covered with muscle.  A gym rat, and as much as I preferred the
natural look I wasn't going to argue with a hard dick.  I stroked him and
relubed my hole at the same time, urging him backward and straddling his
thick body.  I sank down slowly, taking his six inches with infinite
pleasure, and at once I erupted and painted his chest with ropes of thick
cum.

In my own orgasm I didn't notice his, and the extra year energized both of
us into continuing.  I bounced faster, my legs straining as my asscheeks
rebounded from his hips.  I leaned forward and touched his pink lips with
my finger, dipping between them to let him nurse it with his tongue.  A
second wave of cum rolled into my gut, flooding my body with heat as
another year left it.

A rustle in the bushes was barely enough to draw my attention from the boy,
though the pair of bare boy legs and the appeared in my view did the trick.
The blond stood staring down at us, jacking his cock with definite intent.
The boy inside me picked up the pace, slamming his hips up into my ass, and
when I looked up again the blond boy had gone.  Not far: the kid reached up
and grabbed my shoulders to haul my chest down to his.  Hands gripped my
ass and another dick slid into my crack from behind.

"No, wait," I started to say, but the boy beneath me gagged me with his
tongue.  The second dick slid along the first to find my hole and strained
to enter.  The pressure mounted, muscles tensing as he fought to get in:
with an excruciating stretch he did, the fat head ripping me open and
sliding alongside its mate.  I screamed into the boy's mouth, tears flowing
down my face, and the excitement of causing such pain sent both of them
right over the edge.

The pleasure of losing two years of age was intense enough to be pain.
Twin streams of cum mingled inside me as the boys' jetting dicks rubbed
each other and hard on my prostate, and the kid on my back slowed the pace.
All three of us panted and groaned, writhing our hard bodies against each
other's sweat covered skin.

"What the fuck," someone yelled, authority dripping from every outraged
syllable.  I craned my head to see two uniformed cops standing in the
clearing, staring down at the pile of naked man-flesh tangled at their
feet.  All three of us tried to run, but with their still-hard cocks
trapped in my hole and our legs all wrapped together none of us got far.

The ride to the station was not pleasant.  As the oldest of the three I was
naturally the most to blame.  When the custody officer shoved me into the
cell he said loud and clear I'd been caught fucking kids, without
mentioning their ages or the circumstances, and from the eager look on my
cellmate's face I was certain what was going to happen next.  The window on
the opposite wall was going dark as the officer left the cell block, and
the late-fortyish biker type in with me grinned.

"So, a fag kid fucker, huh?" He stood and flexed his huge chest, his
massive tattooed arms straining his sleeves. I sighed and turned, dropping
my shorts before they were ripped off me.  He chuckled as he came up behind
me, but even with this warning the sudden thrust of his massive cock tore a
muffled scream from my lips.  His obvious delight at causing me pain lasted
barely minutes before he popped, his hot cum soothing my aching hole as
another year flowed out of my frame.  The biker sagged heavy on my back,
breathing deep before thrusting in again.  His body seemed unchanged, but
since all I could see was his arm wrapped around my chest and his
jeans-clad legs I really couldn't tell.  Counting that one with the years
lost to the boys in the woods, I'd gone from 35 to 29 and could feel the
new strength to prove it.  The thick cock inside me twitched and blew
again, jizz trickling down my leg, and I got ready to go the distance.

Over the next three hours the biker fucked me continuously and came 21 more
times.  After the sixth he'd staggered away to collapse on the bed, but I
climbed on his lap and planted my tight ass on his still-hard dick.
Gradually his face grew old, wrinkled and pale as his youth disappeared.
Loose, saggy skin blurred the worst of his tattoos, the skulls and
swastikas distorting as his beard inched down his chest.  Every time a
guard's shadow passed in front of the observation window I groaned and
squealed, pretending pain, and none of those righteous men interrupted my
work.

Eventually my kid-size hole was fucked so raw that even his age-wizened
dick felt like sandpaper grinding me down.  The ancient biker's spongy cock
oozed one last load and I rolled off, the spent and sticky cum that glued
my ass to his groin tearing free.  I stood next to the cot and gloated down
at him, my tiny bare feet cold on the bare cement floor.  The old man
looked up at my 7 year-old form, his eyes filmed with age, before he
clutched his chest and tried to yell.  I turned and pounded on the metal
door with my small fists, then dropped down to scuttle under the bed.

The duty guard called an ambulance and in the confusion I escaped.  I'm
sure one guard caught the flash of my milk-white ass as I darted through
the door, but by the time he'd reached it I was gone.  Now, naked, cold, 7
years old and dripping with cum, I just had to regain some age and get the
hell out of town.

At 7 years old my dick was barely an inch and a half fully hard.  The
mechanics of getting such a tiny cock into someone's ass meant I'd have to
find someone at least as young as me, so the growth of his muscles hadn't
already plumped his butt cheeks out past where my dick could really
penetrate.  Knowing this, and knowing that the one I fucked would grow even
younger, I thought of the only person I wouldn't mind fucking in my current
state, since youth was what he wanted most: Jessie.

It took some doing, but I tracked Jessie down at the house of a man we'd
both known, one who'd fucked us when we were teens but who evidently liked
to go even younger.  I crouched outside the basement window and watched as
he plowed Jessie's ass with his huge man-dick, spitting the boy so
completely that his belly bulged on the in-strokes.  The little slut seemed
to love it, writhing and crying and rolling his eyes, dry-cumming three
times before the man was done.  The exhausted boy lay dazed on the bed when
the man finally blew, the night light gilding his face with an angelic
glow.

I jimmied the window and dropped to the floor, sneaking on dirty bare feet
to stand next to my former friend.  Jessie was so worn-out and limp that
when I lifted his arm he didn't respond.  I felt around on the floor and
found a t-shirt, tying his thin wrists together and then wrapping a dirty
sock between his lips and knotting it at the back of his head.  He woke up
just as I tied the knot, moaning inquisitively as I picked his legs up on
my shoulders.

"Hey, Jessie," I whispered, my breath tickling his ear as I leaned down on
top of him. "You're gonna pay me back for fucking my life up," I said,
aiming my stiff dick by feel.  Seven year-old ass or not, my tiny dick
still struggled to get in, but by twisting and shoving I managed to get
just the tip inside, and once again the relief was so sweet I came right
there.

Jessie knew what was happening and as a year disappeared his whole body
twitched.  8, 9, 10, and then Jessie's tiny fist caught me under the chin.
His arms were so small they'd slipped right out of my knot, and his four
year-old body had flipped underneath me as he flailed around in joy.  My
dick was large enough to need a good tug before popping free, since no
fresh cum had been added to his hole.  I jumped off the bed and found a
pair of basketball shorts in the dresser, hauling them over my too-large
ass before climbing back through the window.  Jessie lay dazed on the bed,
a sure mystery to his keeper in the morning, but I couldn't care less.


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