How to Create a Fuckboy

Each night when I put Little Cunt to sleep, I worked long on fingering his tiny hole. I knew the men were chomping at the bit to get their cocks inside that sweet tiny rosebud. So was I! Goldberg suggested we capture Little Cunt's deflowering on film. Little Cunt himself would often ask me when he was going to get fucked. Like all younger siblings, he wanted to do everything his big brother did. However, it would have been a big mistake to attack him before his hole was ready. If he got ripped open, all our investment in his training would have gone to waste. We had to keep him marketable.

We turned to Doc for guidance. He still came on Thursday to see Fuckboy at 9. But now he was coming on Saturday at 2 as well to examine Little Cunt. The wee patient liked the doctor's bedside manner. Each week Doc would finish his session and then give us his report:

"His sphincter is becoming more accessible but is still not ready for a man's fat cock. We just have to be patient. But not to worry: in a couple months, Little Cunt's cherry should be ready for plucking."

The lad looked up at us, Doc's jizz dripping off his face, and say sadly, "But couple months is a long time Sir."

A gorgeous warm sun rose on Thursday, May 28, 2009, promising the kind of day when spring nymphs go dancing round the May pole. We were rising early to go to Carson's home. His parents had left for Cannes to be there for the film festival and Carson had offered his house as the setting for our next film. So this time we wouldn't have to pay Fyodor for staging.

Carson was anxious to reprise his role as Deidrich, Sven's cousin. Sven has come to return the visit because he so enjoyed their previous romp. But this time the film would have two new characters, Cecil and Pablo. Cecil was listed as Deidrich's father. I thought this was quite a stretch, but El Greco was a true artist and with a few gray hairs even someone my age could convince the audience I was Carson's dad.

Pablo was a little boy who was lost and wandered on to the grounds of Cecil's home. This was Little Cunt's movie premiere. El Greco's magical hand turned the young Irish lad into Pablo, a mulatto with light brown skin, dark brown eyes, and kinky hair. Even the bitch was amazed at the transformation. Fuckboy insisted on listing her that way in the credits: "Grip - The Bitch."

The climactic scene of the movie was of course Pablo's deflowering. The camera was about to capture him in the very act of losing his five-year old behymen. We were both eagerly looking forward to it. Little Cunt and I had discussed it for many long hours. We had even rehearsed it, although without penetration. Goldberg had told me to choose a position that would provide the maximum visibility. Little Cunt and I listened to a lot of CD's before settling on our background music for the occasion. (Sven's first movie didn't incorporate music and I found it sorely lacking.) Our choice was atypical for my collection of fuck music, since it was first, a contemporary piece, second, with vocal lyrics, and third, lacked some of the intensity of the slam-bang classical pieces. But it fit this occasion perfectly: Marvin Gaye's "Let's Get It On."

...I've been really tryin', Baby,
...Tryin' to hold back this feelin' for so long.
...And if you feel like I feel, Baby,
...Then come on, oh, come on.
...Whoo, let's get it on. Ah, Babe, let's get it on.
...Let's love, Baby. Let's get it on, Sugar.
...Let's get it on. Whoo-ooh-ooh.

The camera zeroed in on Pablo's sweet little brown face wrapped around my big white cock; El Greco had even given me a few gray pubic hairs to enhance the contrast. The boy's brown eyes stared up at me contentedly as my fingers stroked his nappy hair. The next camera angle showed his back as he knelt between my spread legs, his lovely ass bumping up and down in time to his sucks. The camera returned to his face. I gently pushed him off, and strands of precum hung in long arcs between my slit and his lips. I bent over and whispered something in his ear. He nodded.

...We're all sensitive people with so much to give.
...Understand me, Sugar, since we got to be, let's live.
...I love you.

We took a break to grease up both my cock and his sweet hole, but in the finished edited product, the action continued flawlessly, with the music picking up right where it left off. I lifted his tiny body up off the floor, turned him so we were both looking at the camera, and drew him close to me, his skinny wingbones pressed against my breast. I wrapped one strong arm around him and held him there.

...There's nothin' wrong with me lovin' you, Baby, no, no,
...And givin' yourself to me can never be wrong
...If the love is true. Oh, Babe, ooh, ooh.

With my free hand I guided his sweet cherry over to the top of my shaft and sat him there. Pablo splayed his legs wide, raised them up and grabbed his toes with his fingers. The camera zoomed in for a close-up.

...Don't you know how sweet and wonderful life can be?
...Whoo-ooh. I'm askin' you, Baby, to get it on with me.
...Ooh, ooh, ooh.

With the weight of his tiny brown body now supported by my iron cock, I held his waist in my two hands.

...I ain't gonna worry,
...I ain't gonna push, won't push you, Baby.
...So come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, Baby.
...Stop beatin' 'round the bush, hey.

The zoom lens now caught the sphincter just as it gave way to accept me. I lowered him down carefully but firmly.

...Let's get it on, ooh, ooh. Let's get it on.
...You know what I'm talkin' 'bout.
...Come on, Baby, hey, hey,
...Let your love come out if you believe in love.
...Let's get it on, ooh, ooh.
...Let's get it on, Baby, this minute, oh yeah.
...Let's get it on. Please, please, get it on. Hey, hey.

As my cock entered his boycunt for the first time ever, Pablo hollered loudly and shook his whole body. Ahh! Ahh! Ahh! There were tears in his big round eyes but El Greco's expert makeup did not run. Ahh! Ahh! Ahh!

...I know you know what I've been dreamin' of,
...Don't you, Baby? My whole body is in love. Whoo.

I began to move his body up and down the pole. The camera showed my slick cock disappear and reappear in rhythm to the music. The camera also caught his hard little pisser as it shot a delightful golden geyser into the air.

...Gonna get it on.
...Beggin' you, Baby, I want to get it on.
...You don't have to worry that it's wrong.
...If the spirit moves you, let me groove you good.
...Let your love come down. Oh, get it on, come on, Baby.

Faster and faster the boy rode my rod. His eyes were closed in ecstasy. The viewers wouldn't realize that this was the moment Little Cunt had been wishing for, praying for, for months!

...Do you know I mean it? I've been sanctified.
...Hey, hey. Kid, you give me good feelings, so good.

I screamed in Pablo's ear when I came. Screamed again and again as the camera caught my spasmodic cock shooting into that beautiful brown bottom. After thirty seconds, I lifted him off me so the viewers would see thick white cream pouring out of that lovely mocha hole.

...Nothin' wrong with love if you want to love me.
...Just let yourself go, Oh, Baby, let's get it on.

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