Boy Power House
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Category:
Original - Misc › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
43
Views:
3,424
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
This is a work of fiction about oral & anal sex between men and young boys. The characters, locations & incidents are fictional. Any resemblance to actual events or locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
Chapter 1 Start of Part I
©2007 Herb Cat. Do not reproduce or distribute this story without the author's permission.
As an author, I welcome feedback from readers. Please send any comments about this story, positive or negative, to Herb_Cat@mailcity.com. Thank you.
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Author's Note: Several readers have written to say my stories tend to be idyllic, in particular "Rip" and "Ten-Year Olds at Camp." Well, I warn you, this story will also paint at least one small portion of the world in idealistic strokes. You see, I think young boys deserve to have an environment where it is safe to explore intimate relations with men. But I can only create such a place in fiction.
.oOo.
Part 1
Chapter 1
Date: The Sixth Day
Place: Eden
And God created little boys. And God gave the little boys cocks and assholes that they might find pleasure together in His garden. And it was good.
And God used a bone to create little girls. And God gave the little girls cunts that they might breed more little boys for His garden. And it too was good.
Date: Saturday, September 1, 2001
Place: Patterson, New York
Victor loves the weekends when he doesn't need to travel into the city. After breakfast on Saturday with the boy who stayed the night, he sends the little street whore back to the train, slips out of his bathrobe, and settles in for a day of whacking and watching his new kiddie porn films.
Mid afternoon, he will shut off the player, lock up his stash of DVDs and wait for his little black boy to arrive. Yes, he sure does love getting his cock up in that sweet chocolate twelve-year old each week. He figures he'll be good for about a year. By then Victor will be craving fresh meat, hopefully young, definitely virgin, which makes the preteens so appealing.
Tomorrow he'll have to drive him back to the city. It would be suspicious for a lone black kid to be standing on the train platform in this neighborhood on Sunday morning. But the traffic isn't bad, and he can get back home in plenty of time for more whacking and viewing. Shit, Victor thinks, I've got the best possible life going here, and there's sure as hell no reason I can't keep it up 'til I'm an old man. The 46-year old smiles at his unintended double entendre and whacks more furiously.
"Ah, now this one is a beauty," he says out loud, as a new DVD starts playing. "Such a pretty little ten-year old," although Victor has other DVDs of the lad at nine. "Such a sweet face, sweet mouth, and even sweeter ass. Look how he sucks now, like a genuine whore. Haha, I love this part where he gets his cum facial. Obviously he loves it too; listen to him giggling. Now he lifts his skinny legs up by his ears. He doesn't even wait for direction like he used to. He wants his winsome little hole penetrated again. Look at him smile as the first greasy finger enters. He knows soon he's going to be bucking in orgasmic delight. Listen to him cooing as he gets his hole rimmed by that talented tongue. Ahh, now he's getting close. See the little toes curling. See the arms starting to flail? Yes, yes, he can't wait to have that big old cock inside again. Oh, oh, yeah, oh, shit, he's so beautiful!" Victor jerks wildly. He wants to time his ejaculation to coincide with the one on the screen. "Ahhhhhhh." He wipes his hand across his cummy chest, takes a deep breath and continues his commentary to himself, "Ooh, the lovely popping sound as the spent cock leaves its burrow, having used it for its God-given purpose. There now, look at this close-up of the little asshole. He's trying to close it; he's trying to hold all that lovely manjuice inside, but in vain. The hole is too stretched right now, and the cum too abundant; it dribbles out and down his skinny thighs. Here you go, fella, here's some for you to lick off the nice man's finger. Yeah, that tastes so good! Better than ice cream."
The recording ends and Victor puts in another DVD, another boy, another delicious fuck. What better way to spend your weekend. Victor regrets that on Monday, Labor Day, he has to fly to California. But business is business. And in only ten days he'll be back home to enjoy his films, and his boys.
.oOo.
As an author, I welcome feedback from readers. Please send any comments about this story, positive or negative, to Herb_Cat@mailcity.com. Thank you.
As an author, I welcome feedback from readers. Please send any comments about this story, positive or negative, to Herb_Cat@mailcity.com. Thank you.
.oOo.
Author's Note: Several readers have written to say my stories tend to be idyllic, in particular "Rip" and "Ten-Year Olds at Camp." Well, I warn you, this story will also paint at least one small portion of the world in idealistic strokes. You see, I think young boys deserve to have an environment where it is safe to explore intimate relations with men. But I can only create such a place in fiction.
.oOo.
Part 1
Chapter 1
Date: The Sixth Day
Place: Eden
And God created little boys. And God gave the little boys cocks and assholes that they might find pleasure together in His garden. And it was good.
And God used a bone to create little girls. And God gave the little girls cunts that they might breed more little boys for His garden. And it too was good.
Date: Saturday, September 1, 2001
Place: Patterson, New York
Victor loves the weekends when he doesn't need to travel into the city. After breakfast on Saturday with the boy who stayed the night, he sends the little street whore back to the train, slips out of his bathrobe, and settles in for a day of whacking and watching his new kiddie porn films.
Mid afternoon, he will shut off the player, lock up his stash of DVDs and wait for his little black boy to arrive. Yes, he sure does love getting his cock up in that sweet chocolate twelve-year old each week. He figures he'll be good for about a year. By then Victor will be craving fresh meat, hopefully young, definitely virgin, which makes the preteens so appealing.
Tomorrow he'll have to drive him back to the city. It would be suspicious for a lone black kid to be standing on the train platform in this neighborhood on Sunday morning. But the traffic isn't bad, and he can get back home in plenty of time for more whacking and viewing. Shit, Victor thinks, I've got the best possible life going here, and there's sure as hell no reason I can't keep it up 'til I'm an old man. The 46-year old smiles at his unintended double entendre and whacks more furiously.
"Ah, now this one is a beauty," he says out loud, as a new DVD starts playing. "Such a pretty little ten-year old," although Victor has other DVDs of the lad at nine. "Such a sweet face, sweet mouth, and even sweeter ass. Look how he sucks now, like a genuine whore. Haha, I love this part where he gets his cum facial. Obviously he loves it too; listen to him giggling. Now he lifts his skinny legs up by his ears. He doesn't even wait for direction like he used to. He wants his winsome little hole penetrated again. Look at him smile as the first greasy finger enters. He knows soon he's going to be bucking in orgasmic delight. Listen to him cooing as he gets his hole rimmed by that talented tongue. Ahh, now he's getting close. See the little toes curling. See the arms starting to flail? Yes, yes, he can't wait to have that big old cock inside again. Oh, oh, yeah, oh, shit, he's so beautiful!" Victor jerks wildly. He wants to time his ejaculation to coincide with the one on the screen. "Ahhhhhhh." He wipes his hand across his cummy chest, takes a deep breath and continues his commentary to himself, "Ooh, the lovely popping sound as the spent cock leaves its burrow, having used it for its God-given purpose. There now, look at this close-up of the little asshole. He's trying to close it; he's trying to hold all that lovely manjuice inside, but in vain. The hole is too stretched right now, and the cum too abundant; it dribbles out and down his skinny thighs. Here you go, fella, here's some for you to lick off the nice man's finger. Yeah, that tastes so good! Better than ice cream."
The recording ends and Victor puts in another DVD, another boy, another delicious fuck. What better way to spend your weekend. Victor regrets that on Monday, Labor Day, he has to fly to California. But business is business. And in only ten days he'll be back home to enjoy his films, and his boys.
.oOo.
As an author, I welcome feedback from readers. Please send any comments about this story, positive or negative, to Herb_Cat@mailcity.com. Thank you.