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story codes: (mb, oral, anal, 1st) style: contemporary
"Don't open your eyes, you won't like what you see. The devils of truth steal the souls of the free. Don't open your eyes. Take it from me. I have found you can find, happiness in slavery." - N I N
TRASH by DEBONAIR
That day, Jordan toyed with the joystick skilfully, his eyes riveted on the screen of the video game. The strident noises of the arcade resonated in his ears, but he heard nothing. He was alone in his world, enthralled by the captivating mission, determined to save the planet from the Martian invasion. His eleven-year-old body was electrified by the adrenaline pumping and mixing with burst of testosterone in his veins.
In the pit of his stomach, he knew that he was not supposed to be there, that his mother would be furious if she learned that he frequented the local sleazy arcade after school.
But he had enough of the sterile atmosphere of the house. The stinging odours of household cleaners and cheap air purifiers assaulted his sensitive nose. He was an alien in his own room so well organized and clean.
The praises from everyone haunted his souls; "Jordan is so polite!"; "Jordan is a grade A student!"; "Jordan is an angel!. He wanted to throw up every time the adults treated him like a child and reminded him of his perfect record.
The crazy obsession of his mother for cleanliness drove him nuts. She forced him to take a shower morning and evening, before meals and every time he went out the house. He had to aim the jet of his pee carefully, in the middle of the bowl, in order to avoid a fury of reproaches.
As a tyke, he loved to roll in the mud to defy her, to make her howl with rage when she saw his new outfit ruined. But with time, he had abandoned the fight. His rebellious ardour had been cooled down by her implacable will to raise the ideal son.
Whenever Jordan masturbated, he gobbled up the clear droplets of fluid coming out of his penis so that she wouldn't notice that he had soiled his pyjamas or worse, the bed sheets. His sexuality was repudiated and the tiniest of allusion to sex earned him a slap in the face.
His universe was one of virtue, purity and prohibition. He was dying inside, strangled, asphyxiated by a mother hen protecting him like a golden egg. The few moments of liberty that he allowed himself at the arcade were a haven for him to breathe.
And that day, Jordan felt a twinge of exaltation, when as he dug in the pocket of his jogging pants for another coin, he noticed the man with the audacious stare observing him openly. The stranger wore teen clothes; jeans, a powder blue coat and a baseball cap. But his ridiculous disguise did not dissimulate the fact that he was thirty- years-old.
Jordan knew all the rumours, the stories of boys who knew boys that went with men in their cars to give them blowjobs. A flurry of delicious tingles went up his spine. If only his mum was here to see him with this deviant monster, she would pass out!
The man circled him, keeping a comfortable distance. Jordan flashed him a quick look of curiosity. He knew that he was a good catch for a chicken hawk like that. He was an appropriate kid, unlike the other rats in the arcade with holes in theirs shoes and stains of food on their t-shirts.
His brown hair was combed and shiny. Over two full lips, a cute upturned nose still bore scarce freckles. He was growing small muscles under his Hilfiger sweater. A true little boy, at the onset of puberty and afraid of nothing, besides his mother.
Without wasting another second, the man marched towards the exit and glanced back at him with a warm smile. Jordan couldn't believe he was going to follow the stranger on his own accord. His heart was pounding when he walked outside. Twirling snow flakes fell on his cheeks. Further ahead, he saw the tall man moving away and dashed to reach the silhouette. Up close, the square face of the stranger was virile and smiling.
"Hi, my name's John." the man presented himself.
"Jordan." the little boy peeped.
"You want to make a few bucks for the machines?"
"Yea." Jordan lied. He had not considered making any monetary profit out of this. It was all about the morbid attraction gnawing his guts.
"I live nearby." the man divulged, pointing at the gray building at the end of the street.
"I live on Twelfth Avenue."
"Do you do it in the ass, Jordan?"
The blunt question made the youngster blush. "No." he responded sheepishly, shaking his head, somewhat troubled that people really did that. That the practice wasn't just part of silly jokes you tell at recess or something nasty people did for glossy pictures in porno magazines.
"You should. It pays well."
"I do blowjobs." Jordan affirmed proudly with his squeaky breaking voice.
The words of the false admission stuck shamefully to his conscience. As he neared the concrete building, nervous shudders took over his frail constitution. His reason was torn between excitement and fear. He didn't know anymore if he would have the courage to do it.
In the middle of John's apartment, a gust of serenity calmed his apprehensions. Books and newspapers were lying about on the furniture. Crusted dishes had accumulated in the sink. The harsh aroma of tobacco and dust was floating in the air. Jordan felt like he was home for once. He felt alive.
Suddenly, cold hands caressed his buttocks inside his briefs. The warm breath of the man tickled his little ears while he whispered how pretty and sexy he was. But he'd rather have heard that he was ugly and repugnant. He would have been more comfortable shedding his good boy image.
The soft light of day illuminated the living room. He stayed still, passive, as his jogging pants fell around his ankles. His whitties joined the pile. The coarse fingers explored his private parts. They squeezed his buns, his thighs and his pale belly. One of the large hands breezed to his groin and cupped the small package of smooth flesh dangling from it. Jordan's testicles took refuge up his abdomen and his sleeping pecker hardened in the moist hold.
"You're getting a boner, uh?" John murmured.
The little boy could sense the lust in the man's voice. The big guy was boiling with desire as he fondled his little dick. He moaned, excited by the rude touching. His penis swelled rapidly, the little mass of spongy flesh pushing against the folds of his foreskin to reveal the delicate knob.
"Sit down." John asked, guiding him to the sofa.
Between his knees, the man licked his inner thighs. Jordan let himself be molested by the stranger. He spread his legs apart, offering his hardened boydick. The big tongue went wild on his wrinkled scrotum and sailed along the underside of his penis. In one bite, the mouth engulfed it all.
Jordan moaned again, thinking his balls would be sucked through his dick. He watched the lips clamped around his shaft sliding on the short length. "Ohhhrrrr!" he bawled as the suction intensified. A turmoil of vertigo made him light-headed. The big mouth sucked and sucked some more. He thought he would come right there and his dick would spit out the little gob of juice brewing in his nuts.
But, the next moment, he was on his tummy. The rough tongue furrowed in his butt crack. It ascended and danced around his anus. A new wave of pleasure ran through his young body. The wet sponge was insolent in its quest. It wriggled on his tight hole before introducing itself like an eel into the narrow orifice. Jordan groaned and drooled, pushing back his petite ass on the nosey probe.
"Get on yer knees, little whore!" the man commanded abruptly, pulling on his hair. Dazed by the turn of event, Jordan sat on his heels and looked hard at the adult while he pulled down the zipper of his jeans. The man exposed his large white sausage, flaunting the half-hard cock in his face. Despite his anxiety, Jordan's dickie remained stiff. And the man pulled on his hair again to bury his nose on his hairy crotch. The masculine odours filled his nostrils.
"You like my big cock?" John demanded.
"Yea." he pretended.
Holding the back of his head, the man smeared his mug with the leaky tip of his pole. It grew larger, gliding on his cheeks, his forehead and his lips. Jordan had never imagined he would see such an immense manhood from so close. The man rubbed his hairy balls on his face and aligned his turgid nine-inch cock towards his mouth.
The young boy melted, his bravery fading fast. "Open your mouth, little slut! SUCK MY COCK!" John insisted. The vulgar man made Jordan tremble, but he time he got insulted, he felt dirty, he felt better. His lips stretched over the circumcised helmet. "That's it! Eat my big cock, little slut!" John commented, invading the oral cavity.
Jordan gripped with two hands the base of the enormous prong and nourished himself with the burning flesh. The piece of vibrant meat filled his entire mouth. He didn't really know what to do. He twirled his tongue on the corona and slid his lips on the big inflexible tube awkwardly.
The big organ thrust more and more in his throat. He choked and backed off but the man pursued his invasive thrusts. Jordan was overwhelmed by the throbbing mass. "MMMMMMMM" he complained, his oesophagus clogged by the glans as if a chunk of bread was caught there.
The man grasped his ears and swung his penis in his mouth. "Ohhhh, yess, SUCK ME!" he exulted. "You like that big cock, don't you? I betcha you'd like to take it all up your tight ass?" he asked. But the little boy remained quiet, his mouth full of hot meat. The trash talk set him ablaze. He grabbed his little stiffy and beat off, savouring every second of the twisted scene.
For an instant, he wasn't a good little boy of eleven. He had become a sex object. The rapture of his debauchery whirled in his guts. The sap of his arousal crept up the canal. A powerful explosion in his balls sent a first milky jet out of his penis. His childish orgasm required all of his concentration. He forgot about the phallus twitching in his mouth.
The man took advantage of his momentary lapse of reason to let his cock vomit down his throat. The creamy sauce burst in his windpipe. He swallowed a second dose of the salty substance and a third. "ORGGH! ORGGH! Eat my sperm! OORGGH!" John groaned, pumping his seed in his mouth. Jordan drowned in the discharge. It streamed to his chin. The man pulled away and finished emptying his balls on his face.
An embarrassing silence hung over them. Bitter tears pricked Jordan's eyes. A certain sentiment of hate rose to the surface even though he had agreed to be humiliated like this. The man cleaned him up with a towel and smiled. "You can come back whenever you want!" he said plainly.
Jordan put his pants back on silently and took the money in the outstretched hand.
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For many days, Jordan jacked off thinking about John's tongue in his asshole. He could picture the gigantic cock in his mind. The obscene words of that day were like a sweet symphony titillating his perverse lust. But the intense souvenirs withered with time. He fell off the wagon. He needed to go back regardless of the shame he had experienced.
This time they got completely naked. Jordan stretched on the muscular hairy body of the man to suck the long tower of flesh going all the way to his eyebrows. Meanwhile, the man spread his ass cheeks wide and darted the tip of his tongue at his anus.
They rolled on the mattress. They chewed on their balls. They sucked each other incessantly. The heat of the forbidden union permeated Jordan's body all the way to the bones. The adult games made his dick so hard. The man shoved a finger in his hole and teased his blossoming prostate, at the same time pulling hard on his pecker. He came. He howled with happiness. Afterwards, he sucked the man's cock and ate every drop of cum, enjoying every sordid deed that made him feel dirty.
Sitting at the dinner table with his mum, Jordan looked at her, musing about all the tiny sperms swimming in his stomach. She didn't suspect a thing. He would have liked to tell her how he gave a good blowjob. She would have died if only she knew that her precious son was the best cumdrinker of his primary school.
Jordan visited the pedophile more often to have him suck his toes and lick his hairless body all over. He was a God and a whore at the same time. The man inserted small vibrators up his backside to give him a taste of anal delights. Jordan asked for more, eager to come harder and longer.
He let himself be dominated and didn't show any opposition. The raging spankings turned the colour of his white mounds to a purple red. In the bathtub, his hands tied behind his back, the man pissed in his mouth and he drank the caustic urine. Soon, he had become John's slave, dedicated to satisfy his huge prick.
The most degrading chores contributed to his well-being. However, there was still a long road ahead to climb up the mountain of garbage before he was on top, triumphant and rotten. He sacrificed his butt to him. The man tried to penetrate him many times. But his virgin anus was tenacious and resisted all the attempts. He howled and winced in pain every time.
For a few nights, Jordan slept with a large carrot crammed up his ass. The skin became suppler and the sphincter dilated. He inspected the results, squatting on a mirror in the bathroom. His pink hole was opened slightly and puckered. After school, he took a dump and hurried to John's apartment. The man welcomed him with his usual smile.
"Stick it in my butt." the lad announced at once.
In the bedroom, they undressed in a haste. While the man covered his erection with lubricant, Jordan added, "Fuck me very hard..."
"Don't worry 'bout that, sugar. I'm gonna give you a pounding you won't forget!"
Soon, Jordan found himself naked against the wall, his feet wide apart. With the palms of his hands on the wallpaper and his fanny sticking out, he wiggled his toes impatiently, awaiting the invasion.
The large hands gripped his waist firmly and he could feel the bloated knob under his bumhole. He sat on it. The ring of elastic flesh expanded around the diameter. He quivered as the hard mass crept inside him. "ANNNNNNGGGGH!! ANGGHHHH!!!! ANNGGH!"
His legs were like jelly and the man had to support his weight on his cock or he would fall. He was impaled on a quarter of the spike now, burning and pulsing up his rectum. The man pulled on his hip and slid his distended anus along the bulky organ. Little cries of joy and suffering emerged from Jordan's chest. His head down, he watched the floor as the huge cock slipped in and out. "Yeeaaahh It's so gooood! OHHH! OHHH!"
"Just wait, little slut. We're just getting started!" John exclaimed, throwing his young partner on the side of the bed. "You're gonna get fucked now!" he muttered.
"Do it! FUCK ME! FUCK ME!"
The thick fuckpole pried his buttocks open some more as it sank deeper into him. "OHHHRRR!" The piece of fiery meat backed away and came again faster. Gradually, the rhythm of intercourse set in. Jordan began mooing like a cow while the man grasped his shoulders and slammed into him harder. His body stiffened. He was tense like the string of a bow. The man was sodomizing him with quick thrusts now. "ANNGH! FUCK-ME!!! YESS FUCK-ME!!!"
The steel rod plunged entirely in his little ass. The man grunted with each ferocious lunge and his heavy balls smacked against his round fanny. "You like it in the ass? uh? Like that! Ohhh yess, I'm fucking you like you want? Hey, little pig?" he grumbled, pistonning harder.
"ARRGGH!!! YESSS!!! YESSS!!" Jordan shouted at the top of his voice and then he cried. His little hand found his erection and pulled on it while the muscular man shook him like a puppet with violent assaults. The cornucopia of sensations put his brain in overload. The big spike thrust against his bladder and jets of piss flew out his tender penis.
Jordan could also feel the swollen member rub his prostate. Each delicious contact like a jolt of pure joy. When he reached his climax, a loud yelp of ecstasy rang in the bedroom. His asshole contracted around the fuckstick up his bum and milked it. The man had him in a solid hold and began filling him up with lava. "OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" he lamented. The hot semen spattered without respite it seemed. Buried deep in the child's ass, John ejaculated copiously, plastering his entrails. Then his rigid sex pulled out, like the trunk of a grand oak leaving his battered rectum.
Totally exhausted, Jordan wallowed in his urine. There was a big void between his little buns. The man's discharge and his liquefied shit came out of his gaping asshole to ooze down his thighs. He was dirty, violated and perverted. It was nirvana.
At that moment, he thought of his mother, the big loser. She wanted him to be an angel. But in due time, she would know everything. She would be informed about her cherished son, the dirtiest little boy on the planet.
THE END.
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