How to Create a Fuckboy

The first week of February, Vera called to invite me over for the bastard's birthday Saturday. She said I was the only family they had. She said to come for lunch since she had to work at the restaurant that night. I figured fuck it's a free meal, even though it was only fuckin hot dogs and birthday cake. Vera gave him a cuddly little teddy bear. Shit, the kid's eight years old. He ain't a baby! I found an old Batman comic from my grade school days and gave it to Tommy boy, telling him it was a classic antique. I sorta hated to part with it cause the dynamic duo was such a funky gay couple, but it was better than wasting my money on some new gift.

Vera knew I was just being a skinflint but she told her son, "Say Thank You to Uncle for his nice present." She kept on telling him what to do. "Give Mommy a kiss, Sweetie." "Make a wish and blow out the candles." "Please put the paper plates in the garbage for Mommy." "Keep your clothes nice and pretty." And the boy did everything just as he was told, like a fuckin robot. "Darling, go take your nice report card off the fridge door and show your Uncle." Of course, the lad had straight A's and his teacher, a Mr. Harrison, wrote, I can always depend on Tom. Shit, the boy was obviously a kow.

When I got ready to leave, Vera asked if I wanted to baby-sit the little angel. I nearly laughed in her face. She thought she could get a free sitter. After all, we're family! Ha. She made her own bed. No fault of mine she's saddled with a kid now. I spent the evening at the Cowboy Boot, then dropped by the mall before it closed and convinced a thirteen-year old to join me in the john. He was sorta cute. Looked younger. Hispanics often do. He was obviously an experienced cocksucker. Went right to work on my mantool, nursing it from end to end, while gazing up at me reverently. As his mouth did its proper duty, his hands alternated between working my balls and undoing his own belt and fly. So, when he stood up and turned around, his pants dropped. He bent over the toilet and presented his boycunt as a sacrificial offering to his new god. Not a virgin, but the hole was pretty good and tight, so my cock was satisfied. I left him there with a smile on his young cocoa face and gringo splooge dripping down his skinny latino thighs.

Late in March, old Mrs. Whittaker stopped by and asked for the rent. Said I hadn't paid in six months. She was probably right. Fuck, who can pay any bills nowadays. She said if I didn't pay, I had to be out by May 1st. She'd change the locks. Fuck, now what!

On April 30, I packed up all my worldly possessions, my few clothes, an assortment of gay porn, my collection of fuck music, my dildos and my journals. I'm a simple guy with simple tastes; don't need any fuckin status symbols to prove to myself that I'm the fuckin best thing on this earth since... hell, I was going to say "best thing since sliced bread" of course, but once an English teacher said that was a tired cliché, and of course she was right, but just now I can't think of anything better. Anyway, I threw all my stuff in Dad's 91 Buick Reatta Coupe and drove across town. Turned out to be the best move I ever made!

I knocked on Vera's door and reminded her I was family. I told her I couldn't help her with the rent, but with me there she could save on baby-sitting. Of course she said yes. When did she ever meet a man she said no to? She said I could sleep on the couch until I got on my feet.

Those first few nights was pure hell. I ain't picky, but a corpse wouldn't be able to lay still on that fuckin couch. All night, I listened to Vera snoring happily in her room, and to the little brat waddling sleepily through my living room to the bathroom. Luckily, I didn't have to go to work. But there was no chance of my sleeping late because Vera would start clanking around in the kitchenette to get breakfast ready before the kid went to school.

Whenever Vera worked, I made sure the kid did his homework, got fed and took his bath. He apparently wasn't used to having someone watch him in the tub. I told him he'd better get fuckin used to it because I intended to see to it he washed every inch. Also, whenever he went into the bathroom to pee or shit, I insisted he leave the door open so I could watch and make sure he didn't fuck around in there. One time Vera saw him peeing and suggested he close the door, so he told her my new rule. I smiled when I realized he opted to obey me over his mother. Of course, I never shut the door when I did my business, so the two of them could watch me if they chose. Tom chose. Vera didn't.

On Saturday, May 5, Vera worked the lunch shift and Tom asked me if he could go to the playground down the street. I said, "Fuck yeah, go ahead." I knew Vera didn't like him going off by himself; she probably thought the park was full of perverts waiting to assault his little ass. Hell, if I was in the park I'd certainly find a kid like him tempting. But after a week, I was getting tired of my nanny role.

After he skipped off, I started to look around at my apartment. What the hell is wrong with this arrangement! I was spending my nights thrashing around on the couch when down the hall, Vera slept alone in her big double bed. Across the hall, eight-year old Tom had his own digs, tiny but private. Neither one had people parading through their room all night going potty, or waking them up at fuckin dawn to start breakfast. On top of all that, I wasn't getting any fuckin ass in my own home! I had to remedy this situation.

When Tom ran out to the school bus on Monday, Vera and I stood in the kitchenette. She started with her usual apology. "Sorry I woke you up again, Brother. But don't worry, I'm sure you'll find something soon. I know you want your own place."

"Well, Vera, the way I see it, this here IS my place! Whether you like it or not, I'm the man of the house now. And I think it's about time we set some things straight."

"What the Hell are you talking about?"

I slapped her face. I knew guys have always knocked her around. That's how she got knocked up. "You don't ask questions. You just do what I say." She stood there silently shaking. "First off, I ain't sleeping on that fuckin couch one more night. From now on, the master bedroom is mine."

"But I..."

"Shit, Sister, give me some credit. You don't gotta sleep on the couch neither. You're gonna move into Tom's old room."

"But."

"And good little Tommy boy is going to sleep with me." Vera glared at me. She knew what I did with boys in bed. I simply raised my hand and there were no more buts. We spent a couple hours moving Tom's and my stuff into the new "boys" room, and all her fuckin stuff into the little room.

When Tom came home, he was excited. "Shit, Uncle, this is great! Our own big room." He started spreading his fuckin toys out. I gave Vera a nasty grin and suggested she better start moving her ass down to Hooters. She changed into her uniform, kissed Tom on the cheek, and left us alone. Now I could explain to the kid how things were going to be.

"OK, Tom, first off, I don't want to step on no fuckin toys on my floor. Pick them up now!" He looked at me and hesitated. "I said Now, Damnit." I punched his arm. He started bawling. But he picked up all his toys.

I heated a can of hash for supper and we ate in silence. After we finished, I gave him two cookies and lit up a ciggy. I knew Vera didn't want me smoking in the house, but we were living under my rules now. I told Tom to put all the dinner dishes in the sink. Snuffling, he did. I told him to take off his clothes. He stared at me. I raised my hand to punch him again, and he started to comply. "You see, Kid, from now on it's your job to wash the supper dishes. You're going to have a lot of chores to do around here. Your mother and uncle work too fuckin hard to have you goofing off every day. And all the time you're at home you're going to be naked. Do you understand?" He stripped down to his Scooby-doo undies and nodded.

"I said, Do you understand?" He looked at me confused. "When I give an order, Kid, you say, 'Yes Sir.' Now do you understand?"

"Yes, Sir," he mumbled.

"Well, if you understand, then you know I said 'naked'." I grabbed his Scoobys, pulled them down his legs, and threw them on the floor with the rest of his clothes. For the next few minutes, I just sat at the table, watching the boy stand on his little step to wash the dishes, and grinning to myself. The kid had butt dimples! That was sure one fuckable ass.

He finished the dishes, grabbed a paper towel to blow his nose, and stepped down. "Turn around, Kid." He slowly turned covering his little boy dick with his hands. "Come over here to Uncle." He stared at the floor and shuffled over to me. "Put your hands behind your back." He did. I felt his dick and balls, fondling them thoroughly as he squirmed and wiggled.

"You ain't s'pose to touch me there. Mom said..." I gave his balls a squeeze and he screamed.

"Now, listen to me, Kid. These here balls ain't yours no more. They're mine. And this here dick ain't yours no more. It's mine." I spun him around, spit on my finger, and rammed it into his boy hole. "And this here asshole ain't yours no more, Kid. It's mine. It's a cunt. And any fuckin time I want to touch them or squeeze them or hit them or poke things in them I fuckin will. Do you understand?"

"Yes Sir."

I stuck two fingers inside his cheek, including the one that I'd rammed up his ass, and pulled him back around. "And the same goes for this here mouth. Do you understand?"

"Yes Sir."

"Whose mouth is it then?"

"Yours, Sir."

"And if I want to stick something in it?"

"Then I guess you will, Sir."

"You're fuckin right." I pressed my mouth on his and stuck my tongue inside. I gave him a long lascivious french kiss before I pulled back.

"Now pick up all your clothes and put them in the hamper and meet me in MY bedroom." I decided to make it clear from the beginning, whose bedroom it was. I watched his naked butt as he bent over and loaded his arms up with his clothes.

I lit up another cig. I was in no rush. I intended to savor each moment. Shit, my life just took a turn for the better!

Next: Tom's First Lesson