Perverts 'R' Us

12-year-old Seducer

By Jack Handy ( gay, teen )

I'm a 30 year old male, single and not looking, enjoying my freedom from a relationship, bisexual and in the closet. I was working on some of the neighborhood kids' bikes one day when I looked up from my project to notice a whole yard full of kids. I live on a dead end street that is fairly secluded and it seemed every kid in town had found their way to my house. I had let a few come in to use the phone or bathroom while I was outside working on their bikes. They were pretty rowdy, as kids will be, but controllable and I let them do mostly what they wanted. They picked up on it really quickly, and took advantage.

I was amazed at how every one of them had mouths like sailors. It seemed every word was a bad one. Their ages ran from probably 8 to 13 years old. Some had come and gone, some had stayed, and more showed up here and there. I lost track of who was in and out and here or there. So finally I went into the house to use my bathroom, and when I walked through the door, there sat one of them on the toilet seat with a little hairless boner, looking at one of my magazines. He panicked and I just shushed him and said it was OK and reassured him that I was cool with him doing this in my house and it wasn't a problem. He seemed to believe me after a while and I used the toilet in front of him to let him get even from me seeing his hard-on. He told me his name was Damien and that he was 12 years old, even though he was very small for his age, he had a bigger boner than I ever remembered having when I was 12. He seemed to hang close to me from that point on, never leaving my side and helping with all the bikes.

The rest of the day, the kids played in my front yard while I worked. They rode their bikes and played bike tag, which ended up making more work for me with a few bent spokes and a flat tire. Damien played some, but soon was back at my side, helping me every chance he could. We talked about his family, which was slim to none, he never knew his dad and his mom was always working, leaving him home all summer with no babysitter. I worked in the morning and evenings when the temperature was coolest, being mid-summer. I made my own hours and was my own boss.

The sun started to go down and the kids all went their separate ways to their homes. Damien was the last to leave, letting me know his mom wouldn't be home for a little while longer, so we talked on my porch for a while. We got in to some deep conversation, for a 12 year old, about life in general. He really impressed me and seemed to a very bright kid. He finally left and I told him he could come back anytime to get his bike fixed or talk or whatever he wanted. He agreed as he rode his bike off into the darkness.

That night was hot. I finally managed to get to sleep, where I quickly fell into dreamland. To my surprise, I dreamed of Damien almost all night. I very seldom remember my dreams, but these were like they were real, and when I awoke the next morning I had the biggest hard-on I had ever experienced. I didn't remember any sex in the dreams, just a little wrestling around and horseplay, but something must have been in my head or sub-conscience. I went to use the bathroom still half asleep, naked as usual, living alone and all, when there was a knock on the door. I pulled the curtain back to see Damien standing on my porch. I cracked the door and said "hey" and he tried to pull the screen door open, but it was locked.

He asked if he could come in and I told him to hang on a minute, that I wasn't dressed. He informed me he had seen "it" before. I stood there for a second, wondering if I was still dreaming, then flicked the lock off, still hiding behind the door. He came right in and flopped down on my couch where I had slept the night before. I locked the door and came to the couch with a half hard-on, a little embarrassed to be strutting around naked in front of this kid, and crawled back under the covers. I could tell he was getting an eye full on my trip across the living room and trying not to be noticed.

We talked for awhile about the day before and by then I knew I wasn't going to work that day. I was going over my dreams in my head while we talked, and then I noticed I was rock hard again. I think he noticed through the covers, because he kept shooting looks in that direction.

He was dressed in a t-shirt and shorts, with sandals and was dark complected like he spent a lot of time at the pool. I commented on his tan and he got up to show me his tan lines under his shorts on his backside. He pulled down his shorts and his shirt up just enough so I could see the top of his white crack. My cock was throbbing by now and I knew I couldn't get up off the couch for awhile. I thought about it, but decided I was going to make a try to get this kid under the covers with me, under his own decision of course.

So, my first step was to bring up the subject of sex. I asked him if he had a girlfriend and he quickly answered "nope!" like he was proud of it. I then went on to bring up the magazine he was looking at when I caught him in the bathroom. He said he liked looking at them and asked if he could look at some more. I told him I could get in deep trouble if I let him look at them. He assured me he wouldn't say a word and he seemed to be more worried that I would bust him for catching him in my bathroom, letting me believe I had something on him. I was quick to point at the stack under the table and told him to help himself. He grabbed the stack then sat back on the couch and I looked at them with him, concentrating on what he was looking at more. He seemed to only stop at the boy/girl shots of fucking instead of the girls posing in the nude.

Before long he was adjusting his dick, I could see it was raging in his shorts and mine had never gone down. I was feeling brave by now and told him it was OK with me if he wanted to take his out, like yesterday. He said OK, but only if I were to play with mine too. My plan was falling into place, or was it his plan? I came from under the covers with a raging boner. I grabbed my dick and stroked it slowly while looking at the mags. He watched me for a bit, and then stood up and with one tug his shorts and underwear were around his ankles. He sat back down and grabbed a mag and his dick, stroking it like I was doing. I was fixed on his boner with my eyes while he stroked. His dick had to be 5 inches long, and just a slight bush of blond hairs that I did not see the day before. My dick was only an inch or so longer and quite a bit fatter, but I could tell his would get a lot bigger with age.

We looked at the mags for about 5 minutes or so, and then he asked me if he could stroke mine for me. The butterflies stirred in my stomach and I said, "Sure, if I can stroke yours."

He readily agreed. I let him make the first move and he did, rather quickly, grabbing my dick and stroking gently. I about shot my load right there, when his soft 12-year-old hand lightly grabbed my shaft, but I held back, hoping for better things. Then I reached over and took his raging boner in my hand, pulling on it a few times, looking at it up and down, taking in every inch with my eyes. His dick was just the most wonderful thing I had ever seen.

After about a lifetime, it seemed, he asked if I'd ever sucked a dick. What the hell was he doing to me, I wondered. He was seducing me now. I had sucked a few, but just answered no, not sure what to say at this point. He shook his head and waited and I asked him if he had ever and he said, "No, but I wouldn't mind trying it."

Damn, I about shot it again, but still held back, then offered my boner to him. He looked me in the eyes and slowly bent down then took the head of my dick in his mouth. Damn! He had a hot mouth, and I about passed out from the excitement. Slowly, he sucked up and down, from that I knew he had done this before. I shifted around and lay down next to him so I could get my mouth onto his cock. I slowly took him in, making sure he was OK with it. Of course he was. We sucked each other in unison until he pulled off and sat up. I regrettably let his cock go and flop against his tummy and sat there with him.

"You've done this before, haven't you?" he said.

"Yeah, you have too, right?" I replied. To which he grinned and nodded his head. "Well, what all have you done then?" was my next question.

He replied that there wasn't anything he had not done. Man, was I in heaven by this point.

"Really?" I said, "With who?"

"My ex-step brothers and ex-step dad, from California." he said, shyly.

"So you do like doing this kind of thing though, right?"

Again, he nodded in agreement and then straddled me on his knees then kissed me full on the lips.

I was in dreamland from there on out. He spit on his fingers and wiped the lube on his ass, then spit again on his hand and rubbed it on my cock. He then slowly leaned back and guided my cock to the entrance of his asshole. Sitting down, he closed his eyes while the head of my cock slowly and easily slipped right into his tight ass. Pausing, he then came up and sat all the way down, burying my cock all the way into his ass. I told him to go slow because I was going to shoot soon, but he just bucked and kicked, riding my cock like there was no tomorrow until I tensed and shot my wad deep in his ass. While I caught my breath, he was slumped on my semi- hard cock and I noticed he had shot a clear stream of cum onto my stomach. He swiped it up with his finger then put his finger in my mouth. I licked it off, savoring the sweet taste of it on my tongue.

We took a shower together, to clean up, but ended up having sex in the shower, him fucking me in the ass this time He was an excellent lover. He stroked me off for a second time while he pounded my ass until shooting a load in me. Then we took to the couch for a little rest.

I awoke to the 12-year-old boy sucking on my cock and probing my ass, exploring its depths and fingering me rapidly. I was knocked out from the last two times, but quickly sprung into action, ready for a third. We ended up in 69 with him on top of me, fucking my mouth as deep as his 5-inch cock would reach down my throat, while he expertly sucked me off, fingering my ass the whole time.

He ended up on his back, while I entered his ass with his hairless legs wrapped around my neck, pumping for all I was worth, able to go a longer time, having cum twice earlier that morning. He stopped me short of shooting in his ass and told me to shoot on his face and lips. So I stood up as he grabbed my cock and brought me off quickly, his hand spraying my cum on his face. Then he licked every drop off my dick and wiped my dick on his face to get the rest before that off too.

Then he took me to the empty bathtub and stepped in with me, still standing. He took his dick and crammed it in my throat, face fucking me hard, slamming my head against the wall, never letting up until he shot a stream down my throat which I easily swallowed, not having much quantity. He left his wilting cock in my mouth while I still sucked on it lightly. Then he surprised me with a hot stream of piss, which was a new experience, but I was a fast learner. I kept my lips tightly around his soft cock while he filled my stomach with his hot salty piss, never missing a drop. He stepped back smiling at me, and then said he hoped we could do this again sometime. I was quick to say he was welcome back anytime and hoped that it was soon. He was... but that is another story.

Jack Handy