From: FANCHAPHAW@news.delphi.com (FANCHAPHAW@DELPHI.COM)
Subject: FAN CHA PHAW: THE "M's"-1  (boy/boy sex history)
Date: 1 Jan 1995 12:19:44 -0500
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From the YOUNG, HUNG, & PROMISCUOUS zine:

THE M's

The following story is a true-to-life account, as reported in the
Young, Hung, & Promiscuous Zine, a true-to-life accounting of
sexual adventures from the childhood of boy-lovers.

This material has been submitted anonymously.

This material is copyrighted by YOUNG, HUNG, &
PROMISCUOUS. All Rights Reserved-1994

Fan Cha Phaw does not condone the activities of the persons in
this story. Fan Cha Phaw does not condone the breaking of any
laws known to mankind.

If you are under the age of 18, or under the age at which you
can legally read adult sexual material, exit now and do not
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now and do not continue reading.

ISHMAEL WILKINS

THE M's

At a few times in my life I have met boys who brought out the
sadist inside of me. I have never been one for rough sex with a
boy, nor would I ever even consider anything which would
cause a boy discomfort, but as a boy certain fantasies would
appear, and somewhere down the road a boy would also appear
who would bring these fantasies to life.

I remember one day I was out in my favorite partially wooded
area  playing fort, or what ever it was that I played as a kid. I
was alone that day, and must have been a general or an Indian
chief or something, because I was in an authority frame of
mind.

I was scouting out my territory when I spotted a boy walking
down a trail which ran through the wooded area, my fort. I
waited a bit until I could see the kid clearly, hoping that it was
one of my younger friends so that I could change my games to
sex ones. As the boy neared I noticed that he was about seven
or eight, and that he was quite cute. I also noticed that he was a
new kid, one that I had not met before.

Wicked thoughts began to flow through my mind. He was in
my fort area, and I could kidnap him and hold him prisoner,
torturing him for secret information which he must have in his
head. I found that I had a throbbing hard on thinking about all
of this, and so I did what any other kid in my position would
do, I made plans to attack and capture him.

Quickly I ran to an area where there was a bend in the path. It
was a perfect ambush point, and one where no one could see
my capture of him. As the boy came walking through, I jumped
out in front of him, made a war cry, and probably scared the
poor little kid half to death. How he managed not to piss his
pants is beyond me. I scared myself with the yell that I gave.

Grabbing onto the kid I told him that he was in enemy territory
and that he was my prisoner. I told him that I was going to take
him to my fort where he would be tortured until he gave me the
information that I wanted. The boy looked at my in surprise and
then did as any other kid would have done in that situation, he
started to cry. I began to drag him into the bushes, not wanting
my capture of him to be noticed by my arch enemies, adults.

As I half drug the boy alone through my secret paths to my fort,
he continued to cry, and I thought that he might begin to scream
at any moment. That wouldn't do. It would spoil all of my
fantasies and games. I stopped, turned to him, still holding onto
his arm, and told him that I wasn't going to really torture him,
but just make believe. I told him that he could play my game
with me, and that he would be my prisoner. I told him that I
wouldn't hurt him, and told him that I lived a few streets over.

The boy calmed down a little, and told me that his name was
Eddie and that he was seven. He told me that he lived about
eight or nine blocks away and that he had been walking home
from visiting a friend when I had captured him. When he was
reassured that I wouldn't hurt him during the game, he agreed to
play along, and began to smile a little bit.

Reaching my fort I could tell that he was impressed, as any little
boy is with a fort. My fort was surrounded with bushes, which
made it practically impossible to see into from the outside. The
opening into the bushes was made for kids, no adults could
have ever gotten inside without a pair of clippers to spread the
bushes.

Inside were a few comforts such as a few pillows and old
cushions, and a few crusty old blankets which were spread over
the ground as a floor. Around the area were a few comforts,
such as my canteen filled with kool-aid, a few munchies, and a
candle melted onto an old tin can. This was a very impressive
fort in these days.

I told the boy that since he was my captive, I had to frisk him to
make sure that he wasn't carrying any weapons. I put him into a
search position, hands out and legs spread, and went to work.
My search, however, was a little more completely than that of
most policemen. I ran my hands down his backside and under
his legs, ending up with my hands over his crotch. When I felt
his penis and testicles in his pants, I said "Ah Ha! What's this?"
The boy giggled in response, and told me that it was his "Yo
Yo" and his "Nuts."

"Yeah, sure" I said, "That's what they all say." I told him that I
was going to have to check it out and make sure that he was
telling the truth, as he could be hiding a knife and bombs down
his pants. The boy giggled even more, and did not stop me as I
pulled out the front of his pants and underpants to look down
inside of them. I could just barely see his penis nestled away in
his testicles, and I told him that I could not be sure that he didn't
have weapons. I told him that I could have to check further. He
giggled at this as well, and said "Go ahead. I told you it's only
me down there."

I liked the boy, he was fun to play fort with. I put my hand
down into his pants and wormed my hand down inside of his
pants until I felt his penis touch my fingertips. Once there I said,
"Ah yes, what is this?" The boy laughed outright and told me
that it was his "Yo Yo." "Yo Yo" I asked, "What is that a secret
weapon?" The boy snickered and said, "No, it's my yo yo, you
know, my thinggy."

I moved my hand lower and took his small penis into my hand.
I ran my fingers over it a few times, and then let my hand
wander down to his little balls. All of this attention was having
an effect on him, and as planned, he got a hard on. I knew from
previous experience that when a boy got a hard on, he was
game for sex play. When I reached back up and felt his stiff
rod, I made a surprised face and said, "There see, I told you.
It's a weapon. It is all hard now."

The boy shook with laughter. He told me that it was only his
thinggy and it got hard because I was tickling it. I decided to
back off a little so that I did not scare the boy. I knew that if he
let me touch his cock and make it hard, he would be willing to
strip down for more sex play, but only if it were approached
correctly. I was a master at approaching young boys correctly.

I told the boy that since he was my prisoner, I would have to tie
him up and torture him. I told him that I didn't want him to
escape on me, so I would have to do two things to make sure
that he didn't. First I had to tie him up good to my posts, and
second I would have to take his clothes off so that he would not
run away. My posts were branches which supported the
bushes. I had a few small pieces of string which would not hold
a cat tied let alone a little boy, but in our game they were as
good as chains.

The boy seemed a little nervous when I told him my plans. I
thought that it was because I told him that I was going to strip
him naked. I began to think that I would tell him that I would
only take off his shirt, and then perhaps his pants, leaving him
in his underpants so that he would not be totally nude. He
surprised me, however, when he asked me if I was really going
to tie him up and torture him. Breaking character I told him that
the string was weak, and that I was only going to pretend to tie
him, but that he also had to make believe that he couldn't move.
I told him that I was only going to play torture him, and not for
real. The boy smiled in relief and agreed.

Grabbing onto the bottom of his shirt, I told him to put his
hands up in the air. He did so without question, and I was able
to strip off his shirt with no difficulty. I then reached down and
pulled off his sneakers and socks. He allowed me to unbuckle
his belt and pants, and then wiggled a bit to help me get them
down. Once his pants were off, he stood there in front of me in
his underpants. The front of his shorts stood out a bit with his
little boy erection.

I brought him over to my torture chamber and tied his hands
loosely to a branch. I told him that he was secured good and that
he couldn't get away. With his hand "tied" I reached up and
pulled his underpants down. The boy was now naked, hard,
and looked eager to continue on with the game.

Turning him around, I ran my hands over his back and
buttocks. He had baby-soft skin, and small round buttocks
which were firm to the touch. The boy had an ass that I wanted
badly to fuck. I knew that if I played my cards right, I would be
inside him in no time at all.

Turning him back around to face me, I ran my hands over his
chest, stomach, and genitals. His skin was as soft in the front as
it had been in the back. His penis was cute, about three inches
erect, and smooth to the touch. Instead of bending at an angle, it
stood out straight in front of him. I liked that kind of erection as
it was easier to suck and play with, and boys with that kind of
cock were nice to be fucked by, as their dick did not hurt as it
penetrated at weird angles and jabs.

The boy didn't seem to mind my touching his body, not did he
mind as I stroked his hard on with one hand and cupped his
little balls with the other. Throwing caution to the wind I told
him that I decided that I wasn't going to torture him but eat him,
as I usually eat my prisoners. He giggled a bit, and asked me
not to bite him. I laughed and told him that if I were going to eat
him I had to bite, and he laughed in return.

I moved my lips to his chest and took his small nipples into my
mouth, sucking them. They grew a little as I sucked on them.
When they were as erect as they were going to get, I began to
nibble on them, not too rough, but enough to cause him to
shudder. Slowly I worked my way down his body, licking and
nibbling at his skin until I reached his navel where I tongued,
sucked and bit until he was squirming madly.

Telling him that now I was really going to eat him, I untied his
hands and told him to lie down so that I could eat him good.
When he was lying on the blanket I retied his hands, and returned
to feasting on his body. I ran my tongue and lips over his naked
pubes and began to nibble all around the area, venturing down
and around the sides of his genitals. They boy was squirming
quite a bit them, and a few times giggled telling me that I was
tickling him. Finally I reached his penis and spend a few minutes
licking it up and down and all around without taking it into my
mouth.


THE M's
CHAPTER 2

The boy wanted badly to be sucked. Each time I would lick
around the head he would raise his hips a bit, trying to shove it
into my throat. I am not sure if he had ever been blown before
or not, but his body knew what it wanted and was trying to get
it. Instead of going down on his cock, however, I ran my
tongue down onto his testicles and began to lick them all over.
After thoroughly giving his balls a tongue bath, I sucked them
both into my mouth and began to really work them over. I
thought for a moment that the little boy would faint.

I had the boy raising and falling back onto the blanket as I
worked his balls over. When I thought that the timing was right,
I began to softly nibble and chew them. At first he yelped with
a little pain, but he soon got use to my nibbling and began to
wiggle around as if approaching orgasm. I must have chewed
on the boy's balls for fifteen minutes. I was enjoying myself
and was sure that he was equally enjoying my work.

I decided that it was time to work on his penis. Without any
further foreplay I took the tip of it into my mouth and sucked it,
nibbling a bit in the process. The boy shuddered in climax. I felt
his little dick throb two or three times while his body shook.
Not wanting to lose him at that point, I slowed my action down
and began to gently suck on his penis, taking his entire length
into my mouth.  I noticed that his length had diminished a bit,
but after a few more minutes of sucking, he grew totally hard
again, and I was on my way to bringing him to his second
climax.

The boy lasted a few minutes longer than he did during his first
orgasm. I was able to have a bit of serious cock sucking before
I felt him swell and then dry throb in my mouth. I held his cock
tightly between my lips as he climaxes, and then as he began to
come down from his crest, I slowly slid my mouth up and off
his dick, kissing it when it finally laid limp against his groin.
The little boy had a satisfied smile on his face, and a look of
love in his eyes. A big boy had not only played with him, he
had sucked him off, twice.

Wondering how far the little boy was willing to go in our game,
I told him that I was going to untie him and that he had to do the
same things to me that I had done to him. I told him that because
he was my prisoner that he had to do them when I asked him to.
I told him that if he didn't do these things then I would have to
torture him to make him do them.

The boy grinned seductively when I told him this, but I could
not tell whether or not he was going to play along. Untied, I told
him to touch my cock. He reached out and took it into his
hands, tugging at it a little in the process. When I flinched, he
smiled. I told him to be a little more gentle, and he did for a
minute or so, and then he tugged at it again, causing me to yip
in pain. When I jumped he laughed. I decided that I had better
move along before he ripped my cock off from my body.

Putting a hand on the back of his head I began to push
downwards, telling him to take my cock in his mouth and suck
on it. He waited until his lips were right on my dick, and then
began to shake his head, refusing to open his mouth. I let go of
his head and told him that if he didn't suck me I would have to
torture him. The boy shook his head no in response. I said,
"Okay, then it's torture." I grabbed onto him and pulled him
onto my lap, turning him over in the process so that his buttocks
were facing up.

I laid my palm over his small backside and asked him if he were
going to suck me. Once again he shook his head no. I told him
that he realized that I was going to have to torture him, and he
shook his head yes. With a little smile of my own, I slapped his
buttocks softly a few times and then asked him if he were ready
to suck. Once again he shook his head no, and so I slapped him
a few more times, this time a little harder. I felt his erection push
into my groin, and realized that he was getting off by being
spanked. I began to spank him steady, not too hard, but not too
soft, until his buttocks were a light red in color.

Once again I asked him if he were going to suck me. He took a
moment or so to decide, but shook his head no again. I told him
that he should get ready because I was going to really torture
him good. I felt his buttocks tighten up as I spanked him about
five times hard. Instead of crying out, however, I felt his body
shudder. I believe that the kid got his rocks off being spanked.

When I asked him if he were ready to suck, he shook his head
yes. He got up off from me and I laid down. I told him to put
his lips around his teeth and not to bite as he sucked. He looked
at my much larger erection and made a practice "O" with his
mouth, which made me laugh.

The boy lowered his head and tentatively took the head of my
cock into his mouth. When he didn't venture any lower after a
few seconds, I reached up and pushed his head down. He took
more of my cock into his mouth until heard him began to choke,
and then I realized that he had reached his limit. The boy
couldn't get it right for a few moments, so with a hand on either
side of his head I guides his motions until he got the hang of
sucking. When I released the sides of his head he continued on,
giving me a fairly impressive blow job.

Just when I thought that I was going to cum, I felt a sharp pain
shooting through my dick. It took me a second to realize that the
boy was biting me. I almost screamed and told him not to bite.
He giggled around my dick and bit down once again. I pulled
him away from my cock and across my lap, and spanked his
bottom again, about ten or fifteen spanks. I asked him if here
were going to behave himself and suck good and he said he
would.

The boy went back to sucking and did a good job for a few
more minutes until he bit down again. He got spanked again,
returned to his sucking, and then bit me again. Finally I
positioned him so that I could reach his buttocks, and while he
sucked I spanked him lightly. Whenever he would slack off or
begin to clamp his teeth down on me, I would spank harder. I
noticed that the harder I spanked him, the better he sucked, so
by the time I was nearing climax, his buttocks were beet red,
and his head was flying up and down on my dick.

Without much warning I shot my load in his mouth. He stopped
for a minute and was about to take my dick out of his mouth,
when I slapped down on his buttocks hard and told him to keep
sucking. I shot a few more gobs of cum into his mouth and
could see his cheeks begin to expand. I slapped down on his
buttocks again and told him to swallow it. He grimaced a bit,
but a few more taps on his little butt, and he swallowed noisily
and continued to suck. My dick went limp fairly quickly, and I
realized that it was pretty sore, so I pulled it from his mouth. As
my penis left his mouth, he licked his lips cleaning off the
semen which had seeped out between them. He looked first at
my now spent dick, and then up at me, and gave me a big
toothy smile.

It was obvious from looking at us that both of us were spent. I
laid down on the blanket next to the little boy and pulled him up
on top of me. When I put my arms around him to cuddle him,
he cuddled back. I nuzzled my face into his neck, and he
followed suit. When I kissed him on the lips he hesitated a bit,
but then kissed me back. When I tried to put my tongue between
his lips and into his mouth, he clenched his jaws. I reached
down and took a hold of his genitals with one hand and then
squeezed them a bit, telling him to open up. He yipped a little
and then opened his mouth wide. I laughed and told him that he
could close it a little bit. Over the next few minutes I taught him
how to tongue kiss. All the while I tugged and squeezed his
genitals, grasping both cock and balls in one hand. The boy
seemed to enjoy this and kissed even better the more I applied
pressure to his little jewels.

It was getting late and I knew that it was time for us to go our
separate ways. As we dressed I asked him if he liked our game,
and he shook his head yes, giving me another big toothy smile.
I asked him if he wanted to come and play them again, and he
said yes, and asked when. I told him that he could come again
tomorrow and that I  would capture him again and torture and
eat him again. He giggled and said that I would have to catch
him the next time, and I said that I would.

When we stood dressed I pulled him to me and hugged him. I
told him that I liked him and that he was my new best friend in
the whole world. He told me that I was also his best friend, and
when I lifted his head up to kiss him, his lips met mine without
hesitation.

I told him that he should not tell anyone about our game because
it was a private game for him and me. He agreed, and said that
he wouldn't tell a soul. He told me that he would come in the
morning, but since his concept of time was not so good, I was
left not knowing when he would actually come by.

As we were crawling out of the bushes I told him that when he
came the next day there was another game which I could play
with him if he wanted to. He asked what the game was, and I
told him that after I ate him the regular way I could roll him over
and eat him on the backside. He looked shocked and asked, "
on my butt hole?' I shook my head yes and he responded,
"Gross!" I asked him if he would let me eat his butt hole, and he
shook his head up and down in an exaggerated manner.

I told him that after I ate his butt hole I could also do something
which felt really good. I told him that I could take my yo yo and
I could put it up inside of his butt hole and move it in and out
like I did with my mouth on his dick. He looked a little
surprised at this suggestion, but then smiled in a impish way,
and shook his head yes. As we walked away I was in seventh
heaven. Not only would the boy suck me off and take my load,
he would let me rim and then fuck him. I also knew that with a
little ass spanking or cock pulling, he would do the same to me
as well. I went home looking forward to the next day.

The little boy kept his promises. He came back the next day, let
me rim his ass, and afterwards he let me fuck him for the first
time in his life. At first he wasn't sure that he liked it, but over
the next couple of weeks and multiple ass fuckings, he began to
love it. He also rimmed me that day, and shoved his little hard
on up my ass and fucked his little heart out.

As time progressed it became clear that the boy enjoyed rough
sex and that he was a M at heart. I always remembered to bring
him total pleasure by not only having sex with him, but being
rough in the ways which he enjoyed so much.

When at eight the boy's thirteen year old brother approached
him for sex, he must have been surprised to find a little boy
who knew more about boy-boy sex than he had ever imagined.
It took older brother only a few minutes to realize that he could
fuck the boy in his ass as much as he liked, something which he
continued to do until the little boy was old enough to cum
himself.

Today my little boy is a man, and a leading figure in a small, but
quaint, S&M group in his home town.

THE END

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