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Subject: Boy for rent Part 4
Date: Fri, 21 Jan 2005 03:58:48 -0800
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Boy for rent Part #4
Friday afternoon finally came around and I walked over to Vincent's house
with butterflies in my stomach. I was confident that I would be able to
behave normally around Victor. I was worried that I would be embarrased to
be around Vincent's mom knowing that she knew what she knew. Added to it was
the somehow slightly exciting and at the same time frightening knowledge
that she wanted to see me naked. I was relieved and surprised to find after
only being there for several minutes, that Victor and Connie both were just
as normal acting as ever.
There was no odd behaivour or weird conversation in any way. I had somehow
expected to be the center of attention or on display somehow but it wasn't
that way at all. After dinner Connie excused Vincent and I to go downstairs
and play. Vincent! she hollered after us, you remember what we talked about
don't you?, yes he replied. Make sure Mike understands what you two are
supposed to do before you can start playing. Ok..Ok Vincent hollered back.
As we got to the basement door Vincent pointed out a new doorlock on the
door that led downstairs. He told me that there was an extra key above the
sill of the garage entrance door if I ever needed it.
He explained and then showed me how the door lock had been mounted backwards
so that it locked from the basement side without a key but required a key to
open it from the upstairs. He said that Victor and Connie had a key each and
that the one in the garage was ours in case we needed it. His sister had no
key and we were now supposed to always lock the door when we would go
downstairs. This would prevent his sister Debbie from ever coming downstairs
and accidently "bothering" us. Once we were downstairs in his room Vincent
pointed out the new intercom box on the wall just inside his bedroom door.
Vincent explained to me that Victor had installed the new lock and intercom
several days before. Both of his parents had promised that they would not
attempt to come downstairs without calling us on the intercom first. I would
later that evening learn that rule didn't apply to when Victor would come
down to Vincent's bedroom for his late night visits. This all seemed pretty
cool to me as I remember. The entire main floor of Vincent's house was wired
with the wall intercom's allready so hooking up one in Vincent's room had
been easy. Lastly Vincent opened his closet to show me the large stack of
fresh bedsheets and towells that were neatly stacked on the shelves.
There was even a drawer in Vincent's dresser that had been cleard out for my
use. On one end of his closet were several large white t-shirts on hangers
that were also for my use. In what seems to be from memory almost overnight
those t-shirts would be that only thing I would wear when staying over at
Vincent's if I wore anything at all. So everything was complete and very
well thought out as I look back on it now. Vincent's parents had arranged
for us to have a very private and secure place to "play".This plus having
promised us complete privacy all the time knowing exactally what we were up
to when we were together. Beyond knowing they encouraged us to "play". So
naturally we did just that.
There were two other additions that came along almost from the very start
that would also have much to do with the situation I eventually found myself
in. The first was a Poloroid camera and the second was Vincent's younger
kind of "half cousin" Steven. The camera was given to us almost immediatly
with what seemed to be an endless amount of black and white film to use any
way we liked. I was fascinated by the camera and we used it all the time.
The pictures we kept in a large round metal container hidden in Vincents
room. Recently I learned that a LARGE number of these pictures have survived
to this day. It is because of the memories I have from again seeing many of
the pictures now that I have decided to write this all down.
That and a very understanding wife who would like to hear all of the details
as best as I can remember them now. It was the pictures more than anything
that quickly led to a very casual attitude on my part to being naked around
what would soon be both Vincent's mom and stepdad. It was also the careful
circulation of some of these pictures among Victor's friends that would wind
up creating a demand for my services "rental wise" in just a matter of a few
months. At first Vincent and I just took pictures of each other but before I
knew it Victor was lending his photographic expertise behing the camera.
Even Connie Vincent's mom took a large number of pictures too as time went
on.
Within the first couple of months of Vincent and I becoming friends things
settled into a regular routine when I would sleep over. Vincent and I would
play with the camera and each other in his basement usually during the days
and early evenings. Then after we had gone to bed for the night usually
within an hour or so Victor would pay us a visit for an hour or more. It
took Vincent the better part of a month after I had my first orgasm before
he finally started cumming himself. He would get rock hard and even leak a
little precum but never quite cum fully. But within a few weeks he and I
were both shooting our boy milk into his stepdads very eager and willing
mouth.
It was right about the time I turned 9 years old that I first met Vincent's
(cousin) Steven. Stevie as we all called him was a couple of years younger
than Vincent and I. I soon learned that even though Vincent and I had only
very recently been able to cum ourselfs, (we were eight and a half years old
roughly) when it started. Steven had been squirting milk from his little
bald nail hard prick for well over a year.
The little fucker had his first real orgasm at not quite 7 years old!.
Steven was the most willing (to do anything) boy I had ever known. Steven is
I believe how we got started down the path to anal sex. Steven was happiest
when he was naked and he was naked all the time when he would come over to
Vincent's. When Steven would come over it was great but it had it's down
side to. Victor wouldn't come down to (tuck us in) or suck us in as we
called it when Steven slept over.
Since Steven was Victor's half brothers son or something like that Victor
never really laid a hand on him, so to speak. Steven and I would go out
with Victor to prearranged locations in the months to come never taking
Vincent with us. Steven and I would do everything you can imagine together
usually on a bed in someones house while Victors "customers" watched and
Victor took pictures. Even though Victor would have oral contact with me
during those outings as would most of his "customers". Victor never had any
contact with Steven that I witnessed.
As I remember there were only a couple of times when the "customers" had any
type of contact with Steven. Steven was there to be my partner in whatever
sexual act was suggested by the customers and then to us by Victor. One
thing that was requested of Steven and I to perform was one of Stevens
favorite things anyway. The audience at these little get togethers was
always 95% male and mostly guys Victors age. But the most requested sexual
act between Steven and I was for me to (once we were both totally nude) suck
on his little dick in a 69 type position with his little mouth going up and
down on my dick at the same time.
Steven always came very quickly when I did that to him. As he would begin to
cum I would catch most of it in my hand or on my fingers. I would then rub
his own milk into the fold of his little hairless butt cheeks and he would
then proceed to straddle me and lower his little ass onto my now very hard
and wet cock. It would take him a minute or so to get me about half way into
his tiny ass. The whole time being the showman that he was he would make
great ouu and ahhh sounds closing his eyes and arching his little back.
The whole time setteling more of his body weight downwards onto my cock,
thusly inching more of my pole into himself. Within two minutes or so I
would be totally buried in him and he would begin to slowly at first then
faster and faster bounce up and down on my cock. It used to completely amaze
me how that little boy could over and over shove entire young cock into his
little ass. I know that one of the biggest reasons I was so popular with
Victors clients was that I could cum usually numerous times without loosing
my erection.
This is what would happen most of the time. Stevens little ass was so tight
that I would shoot my cum into him and he would never miss a beat normally
getting two loads shot into him before this part of the show was over. I had
to keep a hand on Stevens little boner while he was bouncing up and down on
me as he loved it so much he would cum shooting his thin cream far enough on
one occasion to hit me directly in my right eye. This little kid could shoot
his little stream of cum three or four feet sometimes.
Anyway this was the number one requested act of our little boy sex show and
I remember watching the faces of the men that were right there watching us.
I don't know for sure but I believe once or twice a couple of Victor's
clients came in their pants just watching us. These performences usually
lasted an hour or so when it was Steven and I together. Victor would be
coaching us sometimes but usually he was just busy taking pictures with the
Poloroid camera. He would move all around us trying to get the best camera
angles he could.
This is just the tip of the iceberg so to speak regarding all that I did
with Steven but even more often just by myself in other peoples houses over
a period of years. I will try and recount more specific details and events
in the next part of my actual boyhood experiences as best as I can remember
them. Just in case you have forgotten this is unlike 99% of these types of
stories that you read.......................
This is 100% true and 99% accurate as I remember it happening.
Continued in part #5