Gender: Male Age: Secret Location: N/A
|Introduction: My teeth were clenched. His crying faded from my ear|
When I saw him in knew I had to have him. At barely five two and ninety pounds his chocolate brown skin was a delicious attraction. His slender frame only added to my desire on the dark day as clouds rolled above threatening rain.
I would have to plot and scheme to get him but the weather played in my favor and set him off on a path through a field and a grove within a shorter path to his home to avoid the rain that was imminent.
I set off to intercept him my heart thundering in my chest and sweat beading on my brow. My shaft throbbed in my loins at the prize waiting inside his pants.
I beat him to the grove by about two minutes enough time for me to catch my breath and watch him approach hungrily his back pack slung over his right shoulder. He walked with confidence having taken the short cut through the knee high grass many times and through the grove and the trees that I’m sure he played hide and seek in with friends.
A drizzle began with drops pattering against the canopy. My body was tense as he grew closer. I clenched my teeth and tried to not breathe for fear he might hear. He would not he was oblivious to everything but the coming rain that he quickened his step.
As he got near I slide behind the tree that hid me and after he was two steps past jumped out behind him and seized him around the throat in the infamous sleeper.
He squirmed in my grasp but hours a day working out and years of training put me at the advantage. He slumped but he was not out yet just weakened. By the time I was ready he’d be lucid enough.
I stripped his back pack from his shoulder and tossed it to the side. I rolled him on his back. He stared back at me with confused eyes his pink lips beckoning me. I responded kissing them and enjoying the fire that erupted from them before I pulled back.
He started struggling again as he regained strength. It was sweet and it brought quiet the arousal to my being.
His eyes widened and he began to scream but no one would here him. The hour was four and the clouds had darkened the sky even further and now it looked as if it were past six. It was still light enough out to see but I knew no one would be venturing across the field especially as the rain began. Who wanted to wade through wet knee high grass?
“Scream all you like it only makes it better,” I hissed and began to work the buckle to his shorts. He was dressed in school uniform; khaki shorts and a short sleeve khaki shirt to match. His socks were grey and the shoes black like the belt I soon used to restrain his flaying arms.
With his belt off soon came his pants down to his ankles. I turned him on his belly. I sat just mid thigh with him on his belly his shirt still on. He cried out and struggled but my two hundred pounds was more than enough to keep him still.
I admired the briefs he wore. It made me smile because at his age he still wore underwear with superheroes on them but then again I’d reasoned him to be eleven so he still had time to grow.
I slid out of my shorts and tossed them aside laying my dick on his still clothed ass. It was then his screams became weeping cries not to hurt him and not to bugger him.
I ran my hand over his soft ass and tore the cotton underwear apart. I caressed his ass flesh. It was like two sweet chocolate mounds imploring me to part them. At his age there was no hair in sight as yet on his ass or on his small balls peeking up from below.
Parting his ass I could see his puckered anus. It was red like the cherry it was. I bent and kissed it. I felt it contract under my lips. I teased it with my tongue probing it as I could even though he was fighting it. I sat up. It was time.
I spat on his hole and guided my dick to the entrance pressing my impressive member against it and pushing softly.
He bucked and twisted by I still held aim and pushed my head in until the head alone was enveloped in his ass. I could feel him squeezing it. This sent waves of pleasure through me. I closed my eyes momentarily and enjoyed it.
There were two and a half inches of girth and an inch of my dick in him and he didn’t scream but there was another seven inches of dick to go and the desire I felt did not lend to any further delicate penetration.
I waited for his muscles to relax around my shaft and when it did past his sphincter I slammed my dick.
He screamed out a sweet scream that faded to more crying as the other seven inches rushed into the depth of his rectum.
I felt a warm liquid pool around my right hand that was just under his right thigh my other hand on his back. He peed himself I didn’t care.
Hot and tight it was like a vice inside his ass. I savored it for a moment as his internal muscles seemed to massage the length of my dick. This sent sweet shiver through me but this reprieve was soon over as I began to work. Stroking slowly at first, tearing his rectum as I did the internal rhythm inside me soon had me moving faster and thrusting harder as I yearned to explode in his ass.
I clenched my teeth. His crying faded from my ear so did the eventual sound of his moaning though I know it was not from pleasure and all I could hear was my panting as eight inches of cock including my head ravaged his little body.
He no longer bucked under me or twisted he’d surrendered to the violation and I was about to surrender too. The combination of his tight hot rectum now lubricated with blood from the violent penetration, its sweet texture enveloping my shaft with each thrust coaxed deep inside me a burning. The burning rose and hot sperm rushed through my shaft as I with one last vicious thrust I buried myself into his rectum my balls rubbing against his delicious brown cheeks, though no stained with blood from the violation.
Two waves exploded from my body filling him. As the last wave passed I withdrew from him to the sound of a ‘pop’. His little cherry hole was bruised, bleeding, oozing cum and almost turned inside out.
My dick was covered with all manner of fluids, cum, blood, mucus and a streak of shit. I turned him over and put my dick on his face. His small round face was puffy from crying. His short crop hair was a mess of dead blades of grass.
“Suck it clean or I’ll slit your throat.” I demanded.
He saw no knife and I had no knife but after what I did to him he believed me. He’d never sucked a dick I’m sure and it showed.
“Suck it like a lolly,” I said.
He did as it shrank even smaller.
Satisfied with the cleaning I slipped back into my pants and stood over him looking down at his still arousing little body his small penis curled between his legs.
“Tell anyone and you’re a dead bitch got me.”
He nodded meekly.
I released him from his belt and slipped into the trees. I waited and watched. He pulled his shorts from his ankles and slipped his belt in the loops and buckle it. He put his back pack on and stood. He stood for a while I reasoned composing himself still tearing occasionally before he set off home with a slight limp.
The patter of the rain was still there in the canopy above as was my desire for another little boy’s ass.
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