Date: Sun, 19 Aug 2012 06:12:43 -0700 (PDT)
From: Johan Johnson <chocol8moonlight@yahoo.com>
Subject: All Childen Go To Heaven

WARNING: You must be 18+ to read this and any nifty story. If you are not
allowed to read these where you are from or don't like reading stories
about boys under 18 please leave now. This story is fiction. Enjoy!

I felt myself dissolving. Darkness. A thought. A wish. A vision. A
flash. And there... Madrid. Spain. Midnight. I'm actually
here. Finally. I'm standing in this street. This very street. Near the
driveway that leads up to Tate's House. I can't believe it. I need to savor
it. This moment of reckoning... Grey rays of pale moonlight filtered
through the trees that were being battered and blown in the fierce wind. A
storm. But I felt none of it. I felt as if I'm floating in a breezeless
street. Calm. Focused. And weightless.


"Come with me, child", said the reaper standing next to me. His voice was
calm and crisp, as if there was no whistling wind, no thunderous humm
around us.

"I have unfinished business here", I replied faintly.

"You're just a shade. A ghost. There's nothing left for you here. No one
will notice you anymore", he continued.

"Oh I know I'm dead. But it's about how. So young. So unfulfilled. I
left. I died obsessed and madly in love with the boy who lives in that
house over there. Right there. He never even knew I existed. But I had
these extreme feelings. The bits and pieces I never bothered to put into
words. It's so powerful, what I feel. That's why I believe my actions still
have meaning. I know he will feel me. I just know..."

I took a deep breath, of nothing. I felt a thumping in my chest – a
ghostly fake heart. I was so excited. And I began my final and longest
journey alone. I started walking. Kept my pace. I walked up the driveway,
through the walls of the house. Inside. Searching every room. So far,
empty. No one home. I started feeling sad, worried, in the darkness it
seemed as if some great bird had flown over and swept away what once lived
here, with the shadow of its wing. But wait. Can you feel that? I entered
the last bedroom on the left. There's an energy. So much life. The bedroom
lights were off, and something lay lightly in the shadowed valleys of
sheets on the bed, in blissful slumber. In nothing but boxers, there lay my
prize of love for one single night, in a lifetime. Despite all his fame and
all his power, Tate looked so vulnerable and delicate here, just like any
other 11-year old boy, obeying the rules of sleep and bedtime.

I switched on the digital video camera and put it down on the side of the
bed focused on Tate. Then I climbed on top of him. I touched his face. The
softest. I felt his breath on my fingers. Like a countdown. Calm breathing
of ocean waves. Stop. I ripped off his deep blue boxers with a supernatural
force I didn't know I had. I barely had time to get a good look at his dick
before he woke, began kicking and screaming. I pinned him down. I loved the
sheer male power of him. Like a real thoroughbred colt he fought,
struggling, punching me off wildly. But it made no difference. It all just
went straight threw me. I was invisible to him. And his eyes, oh those
gorgeous icy blue eyes, they were so confused, so frightened.

I let him go, just to see what he would do. He ran for the door, only to
find it locked without a key, then to the burglar-barred windows which, for
some supernatural reason, couldn't even be opened, couldn't be
broken. "HELP ME SOMEBODY!" he shouted, "Mum! Dad. Help me...". I kept the
camera focused on him, on his soft perfect cock, and on his taught bubble
butt. I'd never seen such a cute boy-ass. The way it wiggled, just
right. The way it was shaped, my dear god, the sheer roundness of it.

I caught him and threw him on his back on the bed. (CameraView: Tate being
flung onto the bed by an invisible force). He felt my every touch. I held
him down 100% naked on the bed under me. He looked up, tears rolling down
his face. "Tate... Calm down baby", I whispered in his ear, and from the
reaction on his face, I knew he heard me. He looked so beautiful – the
best example of how every young boy should be. So energetic, so fresh. I
craved his mouth, his voice, his hair. I picked his legs up into the air,
exposing his slim ass to the camera. I almost melted at how hot he
looked. I drew circles on his sleek thighs and his butt-cheeks with my
tongue, marking my path down to his hole. It was so soft there, between the
pillows of his ass, so slippery and inviting. Then I dipped my tongue into
him. His whole body tensed up. It was so amazing, that control I had over
him. I wiggled my tongue to deepen the penetration. It had never been in
such a soft
 place before. I started licking him harder, as if I was sucking for
honey. And then came the unexpected. When I looked up, his cock was fully
and beautifully erect. Right in front of my face. What a cock. Definitely
number one on my top10 list of the slickest things in
existence. Perfection. Smooth. Neat. Lollipop-like. Slit like a
snake-eye. It was like one of those carved dildos, but better. I just
wanted to eat him all up.

I played with it between my fingers and wanked it a bit in its own
precum. Tate moaned the entire time, as if he was sharply in pain, but I
could tell that it was just him enjoying it, mingled with his fear and
intrigue over the unknown. Now he was keeping his legs raised all by
himself. I took the head of his penis into my mouth and inserted two
fingers into his soft buttery anus at the same time. "OHH FUCK!!! What the
fuck is that?? Mmmmm", he moaned. His cock fitted into my mouth so well, as
if it was designed to be sucked. It worked so smoothly, the skin moved so
easily, like changing gears on a brand-new lamborghini. (CameraView: Tate's
legs in the air, his feet arched backwards in ecstacy, his asshole a little
open, moving slightly, and his hard dick's foreskin being sucked back and
forth by something invisible, as he moans like a little puppy)

He was humping against my hand, moving his hole against my fingers,
pressing his cock back into my mouth, trying to force me to go faster. I
noticed he was losing control, so I stopped for a moment. I just left him
there on the bed in his peak. I watched him. He looked around,
disappointed, embarrassed. He clenched his thighs together and slowly tried
to cover his hard-on with his bed-sheet. His mouth was half open. It looked
almost hungry for something. I touched his hand. He shivered. I hooked my
fingers in-between the spaces of his. So cute and sweaty they were. I
kissed and sucked on them lightly. Then I bit on the outer side of his
palm. "You bit me", he half-smiled and said it, that killer-smile. I adored
the way his lips moved when he spoke, the curves and dimples at the sides
of his mouth, "...What are you?"

"I'm only your biggest fan in the entire world, Tate. And I wish you would
love me too. But in my sex fantasy, nobody ever loves me for my mind", I
said softly.  Pause.  He looked around. There was a hint of naughtiness in
his expression. Curiosity. Then he moved the sheets off him slowly and
leaned forward. I knelt up on the bed and guided his face. He knew what I
wanted, because he let his mouth hang open. I pressed the coolness of his
young lips against the tip of my cock. I grabbed two fistfuls of his silky
hair as my entire stem slid down Tate's warm throat. I held the camera
closer. (CameraView: Tate's head bobbing up and down, his mouth open in a
perfect O-shape, young lips sliding back and forth, the back of his throat
expanding intensely as something fucks in and out of it. Vicious slurping
noises and only Tate's cute but stifled moans can be heard) And then I
started gushing. Long jets of liquid started shooting out of my cock down
Tate's throat, and it just didn't stop. It went on for about five full
minutes! It wasn't cum. Precum maybe. Or ectoplasm. Or ghost piss. Honestly
I have no idea what it was, but it felt incredible to have The Tate Riordan
milk and drink all of it straight out of my dick. (CameraView: Tate begins
gulping something down, his little Adam's apple vibrates as he struggles to
keep up with the drinking. Tate moans frantically. He chokes a little, but
something holds his head in place, some liquid leaks out of his mouth)

I gave Tate some time to recover from the rather forceful
mouth-fucking. After a few minutes, he began looking rather uncomfortable,
then restless, then worried. "Are you there? Something's wrong, something
is seriously wrong with me. It's what you made me swallow. What did you
make me swallow??", his voice was trembling.

"Whats wrong??", I asked. I wrapped my arms around him, and pulled him in
close.

"I think it's my prostate. Its fuckin itching. Like extremely insanely. I
wish I could reach it, but the itch is fuckin inside me!", he continued.

I placed my hand at his lower tummy soothingly. I loved how the little
squares of his natural abs flexed and relaxed according to my touch. He was
truly sexy all over, every bit and spot of him. I picked his legs up and
rubbed my finger at the entrance of his hole. "Uhhhhhh. Yeahhhhhhh..." came
his urgent and vibrating moan. I pushed a finger in. "UHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" he
gasped, "Go deeper! The itch is further in!" he trembled out desperately. I
put his feet on my chest, and I inserted my cock partially in his hole. He
nearly rose off the bed. It was like wedging a knife of need deep inside
him. "AWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!" he arched his back. I moved it around until I found
the spot, and then I stroked it. "FUCKKK!!! Presss... down more. Yes ahh
AHHH YESSS! Almost there... Yeah OHH HARDER!!! SOOOOO GOOD!!!!
MMMMMMMMM!!!! AHHHHHH!!!" he screamed. I couldn't hold myself back any
longer. The time had come for the real fucking to begin. I finally
 pumped my big thick cock into his wet pussy over and over.  "Damn you're
so fucking tight", I whined as I felt him wrap up around me, like a flame
around a wick. He was shuddering as I thrust and sank into him, with the
wild beating of our bodies against each other. Like the wind on the
mountains shaking ancient oaks. I leaned forward and kissed him. I licked
the corners of his mouth before I stuck my tongue in. Then I was a million
light years away, inside of Tate. I was alone. It was just me then and this
feeling, which was him. (CameraView: Tate's cute ass being slammed as he
bounces, his anus stretching widely outwards and inwards with each ebb,
flow and shudder of his body). Tate was screaming so loudly that he ought
to have lost his voice by now. He looked adorable. Dripping. His skin was
glowing wet. Dark shadows outlined his magnificent young body. Holding his
feet up, I could feel the mad pulse pounding in his lovely ankles. His
high-arched feet were so cute stuck up in the air, they looked tense
 but perfect, like a little lion cub's big paws preparing to pounce. And oh
how he purred, purred and screamed, and screamed some more. His long sexy
legs and thick slender thighs strained to my control - they were so lean
and hot, with streamline muscular dimples reappearing at every
thrust. Definitely from all that soccer he plays.  "FUCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKK!!
YOU-UU HAV-VV NO-OO IDEA HOW GOOOOD THAT FEEELS!!!! AW! AW! AW! AW! AWW!"
he yelled.

We made love in all kinds of positions, with our bodies in all manners of
contortions, against the wall, on the floor, on the sofa, as if in mist and
in clouds. Next I sat up on the bed and made him sit on me, face to
face. He wrapped his lean arms around my neck and his legs around my waist
for leverage as he moved up and down, his small boy-vagina swallowing my
shaft entirely. I had my face in his neck, that sweet graceful neck,
bruised by my kisses, I could feel the beating of his tender throat against
mine. "OHHHH TAAAAAYYYYYYTE!!! DON'T STOP! YEAH! UH! UH! UH! UH! UH!
UHHHHHHHHHHHH" I moaned, as if wishing someone would hear the thunder of
our love echo in the night. Tate's pretty eyes were fluttering in ecstasy
as our bodies mingled, blended, dissolved together, a knot of love , as
Tate's chest slid against mine, sandwiching his drenched cock between our
bellies, like on a soft sandy beach where hungry waves rub, bite and lick
the sensual
 shore, riding the tide of passion. (CameraView: Tate sitting upright on
something invisible on the bed. Neither his hands nor legs actually touch
the bed. It's as if he floats just above it. It looks like he hugs
something to balance as he moves his butt up and down at an incredibly fast
pace and howls like a wild animal)

Now I made Tate get on his knees on the bed so that I could bang him
doggy-style. He steadied himself on the bed with his arms, back arched and
ass up, so I could easily plunge my huge dick all the way inside. By now,
Tate's slender waist and thighs were exhausted and weak from this night of
cloud dancing, but it didn't stop him from still grinding his ass against
my cock. I held on to him tight as we rocked and moaned. I bit his adorable
ears and the back of his neck leading down to his lightly defined
shoulders. His silky hair smelled of mangoes, and it shook seductively as I
got into him, shoved into him again and again. It was such a nice place to
be, like I had always been there, always should be there, that close to
him. "AAAASHHH! WA! AHH! UHH! AWWW! FUCK! FUCK! FUCCKK! FUCK ME!!! UH! DO
MY ASS!!  ITS! ITS YOURS!!! OOOOOOH!!!", squealed Tate as I probed and
filled him. He put his face down on the pillow but raised his butt
provocatively
 higher for me. I held on to his slithery cock with both my hands to anchor
my thrusting, and at the same time, I wanked it. I loved the smooth hard
peaks and valleys of his sculpted body and back, his firm muscled ass
attached to my cock, consuming it completely, grinding body to body in the
cool.

I penetrated him more and more, ripping him open for the entire world to
see. I couldn't get enough. I thought I'd died and gone to heaven,
literally fucking like there was no tomorrow. "SO-OO FUCKINN GOOD!! OH
YEAH! MMM! UH! UH! UUUHH! UHHHHHH!! AH! AH! AHHH!! AHHHWWW!
AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!!!!!" screamed Tate, shaking, then trembling, as he
came, long spurts of teen cum hitting his tummy, the bed, and my hands. His
anus clenched tightly around my cock so hard that it felt as if my cock
would become lodged in there forever. The pressure was so wickedly awesome
that I burst. I jerked this way and that. It was electric. I blow my load
deep inside him while he panted as if on the verge of death. I pushed all
my love into him. He felt its hotness travel up him. My most hidden river
rose and released. Rippling over and over again, for so long and so much
that some of my cum was squirting out of his ass with my cock still stuck
in it. Now Tate was
 totally fucked. (CameraView: Initially Tate bent over on his knees while
his anus is being stretched obscenely, the inside of his love canal expands
and contracts rhythmically as if something big and invisible is being
rapidly plunged in and out of it. His foreskin opens and closes over his
throbbing cock while its being wanked. Love bites begin to appear from
no-where on his neck. Tate screams and cums all over, after which his cock
melts into softness. We are then shown the inside of his asshole filling up
with more and more of a milky liquid, until it begins overflowing. Tate
lies shivering, shaking and panting on the bed until he eventually passes
out. The room is a mess. A storm.)

Someone once told me that if you want something too much you'll never
get. They said it's the first universal truth and that it's more reliable
then both murphy's law and friday the 13th. Nonsense. You can do whatever
you want to do, be whoever you want to be, there are no rules to this
thing. I connected the video camera to my computer and logged on to my
Youtube channel. Video title: "All Children Go To
Heaven". 10%. 65%. 99%. Upload complete.

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The End.

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