Perverts 'R' Us

What Little Boys Like

By Antony Johnson ( M/b, pedo, rape )

Rendezvous in Glendale Heights

As a door-to-door salesman, I encounter many different situations. One of these situations happened to me a few years ago. I was working for an Illinois company that was selling garden products and I even might say they were pretty good products for a reasonable price. Now I was in the Chicago area called Glendale Heights. Surrounded by a few parks, a golf course, and fancy houses, I expected to do good business. Under the trees of Camerapark at Joseph lane, I parked my car and I rang a small number of doorbells, and that's where my story starts.

I knocked on the door and the entrance opened and in front of me stood a little boy. I asked him his name and he told me his name was Josh. I assumed he was about 5 years of age, and because of he weather he hardly wore any clothes. He was only dressed in shorts. He was cute, even a straight adult man like me could tell. He was kind of blond and had freckles around his nose. His hair was slightly messed up and he had big, wondering blue eyes.

Now at that time I was not in to little boys, nor I was a pedophile, but looking at this little boy's round tummy and bare feet gave me a bleary feeling in my stomach area and an annoying buzzing started in my groin. I neglected the feeling and asked if mommy or daddy was home. They weren't, only his older sister was home, but she was upstairs. I asked when his mommy and daddy were coming home and he told me they came after five. I stroked his hair and told him I was coming back later. He shut the door and I felt for the first time in my life like I was abandoned. Trying the get hold of myself, I told myself that this was ridiculous and resumed my way.

Now Josh was in my head like a song you can't get out. I saw his tummy, legs, and feet and tried to imagine how his little penis would look like. All bare and small and how I would violate his tiny body under my weight and how I would slam my cock into his cute little face. I had to see him again. I drove my car closer to his home and the rest I walked these few blocks up to little Josh's house and looked around to see if anybody would see me. But at this time of the day, hardly anybody was home, so I walked up the door - but changed my mind, so I snuck around the house at Mildred Avenue and looked in their backyard.

Little Josh was playing in the little plastic bath and splashing water around on the lawn. I walked up to him and felt how my heart was pounding in my chest. I vaguely remember how things seemed to go in slow motion - his surprised look and a slight high squeal, which I prevented from becoming a scream by covering his mouth and nose. I lifted him up and held his warm, wet squirming body and walked back to my car. I drove a few miles up the East Branch Reservoir, a woody and sheltered area. On the east side of the water reservoir, I found a little shed for workmen and their tools were everywhere.

Little Josh seemed to cry unstoppably and big tears dropped from his cheeks. I looked to my lover and experienced a sick kind of feeling of compassion and sympathy in my stomach, combined with the relentless pounding of my hard cock in my briefs. His body now was dried and I reached down to him, holding his warm body close to mine. I kissed his cheeks and tasted the salty tears on my lips while running my hands up and down his back and buttocks.

His tiny buns in the palm of my hand aroused me and I could feel precum dripping from my constantly-erect cock. I freed my cock from my far-too-tight trousers and worked it with one hand. The other hand still played with the covered ass of Josh while I tried to stick my tongue into his mouth. He did not open his mouth and I wanted to French kiss him. With my hand I reached for his hair and pulled it back so he yelped and would open his mouth to receive my wet tongue. It worked; he opened up and I started licking his mouth from the inside, running it over his tongue and touching his little teeth while holding his neck.

For a moment I let my cock go and yanked his shorts down, revealing his little penis and scrotum. I started playing with him and trying getting him hard. His body answered my touch and soon his tiny cock stood firmly up. I could tell this was very confusing for him, because he stopped fighting the kissing and stopped fighting me. Little sniffs and gone were his tears. I looked at him and smiled and he tried to smile back at me. My cock still was hard and damping. I lowered my head and started licking his cock and balls. I never done that before as an adult, but as an early teen I once sucked my neighbor kid's penis while playing doctor or something. I was at that time twelve and he was only seven, so it struck me I already then had feelings for little boys.

While sucking Josh's penis, I started working myself again. After a few minutes, Josh started squirming again and yapped while starting to cum. No semen would shoot out of his five-year-old pecker, but his little cock jumped up and down in my mouth. His eyes were closed and while making fucking movements in my face, his imaginary load leaked in my mouth.

Then his breath calmed down again and I knew it was my turn. I stood up and held my cock in front of his mouth. With glazy eyes he opened up taking my head in his warm mouth. I slowly fucked my head in and out of his face each time a little deeper. My blood started boiling and I could feel my balls start cooking. From deep within me, my hot magma of seed started rising and my blood was going up to my face. I prepared for eruption. I jammed my cock in his mouth as far as I could and my sperm shot into his mouth. He was not able to handle it and drooled my precious cum on his chin and dripping down on his bare chest. Six or seven globs of cum shot into his face, ebbing away my hottest urges for my dearest lover. But I wasn't done quite yet.

I kind of cleaned him up with my shirt, leaving a sticky residue on his round chest and tummy. I calmed him, quietly caressing him in my arms as he sat on my lap while running my hands up and down his bare body as I was gaining power again. After some minutes, my cock started moving up again. Not exactly knowing what to do next, the great idea popped into my head. I was going to fuck him.

Looking around the shed, I found some machinery grease. I was planning on using that for lube. I grabbed the jar and opened the lid. The brownish-looking and smelly substance was fine to me. I used my index finger to probe the lube in and on Josh's ass. As I was popping my finger in and out of his tight little arse, my cock pounded, jumping up and down, and little Josh started crying again. I moved him a bit so my prick pointed towards his greasy asshole. I lifted him a bit and lowered his body on top of my cock.

Slowly my cock sank into him and I could feel how he opened and started squeezing my cock. My whole seven inches was buried in his tiny tight arse, increasing my horny feelings, making me want to brutally rape his butt. As my cock still was in his ass, I stood up, with him being faced downward, his legs dangling like rags about two feet off the ground, and I started fucking him. Sloppy sounds from his ass indicated that blood and slime were making his intestines wet, which made everything easier for me. I jammed up and down, losing my mind over a five-year-old boy. I saw how my fat cock ripped his sphincter open and I was slightly pulling it out and forcefully jamming it in again. I wanted him to fuck me too, but because of the size of his tiny prick, that was not an option.

With one free hand I greased up my own ass and I grabbed his arm forcing his hand into my arse. First I experienced the excruciating pain of opening up, but ramming his hand and lower arm up and down made the pain ease away fast. Using his hand and arm as my dildo, it lasted for about ten minutes or so before I released him for a bit. Turning Josh over, facing me with his legs on my chest, me on the floor while he sat on me, or when I turned him on his side lifting one leg up in the air, I couldn't get enough of his tiny boy-cunt.

Every time I jammed my rock hard cock in him, he would yelp a bit, or squeeze his eyes real hard, which made me even more crazy. I grabbed his hand again and shoving it up my hole. I released my spunk deep inside him. I could feel tears running down my cheeks, forming together with sweat in a little puddle on my chest.

Finally I calmed down my horny rage and made Josh lay his head on my wet chest. I comforted him and shushed a bit while stroking his hair, smelling him and trying to remember how it was. But all desire was gone now and the whole thing seemed unrealistic, like an old movie or a distant memory. I cleaned him up on the waterside of the reservoir.

We drove back to Glendale Heights. At the corner of Mildred Avenue I dropped him off, looking at him while he vanished from my sight and away from my memory as I tried to forget what I had just done.

The end