Debonair

Lost in London

Chapter 1
Birthday Bash

The sound of birds chirping outside the window, like every morning, greeted Wesley when he awoke and rubbed his little eyes. The sun was beaming on Newcastle Estate and it was going to be a glorious day for his twelfth birthday. He quickly jumped on his feet, only wearing his red cotton pajamas that clung to his small body.

Being an innocent child of aristocracy, he certainly wasn't aware that the piece of garment was enhancing his firm pert buttocks to the point of making men salivate. Destiny would soon tell him so.

He looked outside at the marble fountains and followed with his eyes the paths that coverered the grounds like a maze around the big mansion. The reflection of his young face in the glass stared back at him: his blond hair, still straight even after a night's sleep, his clear blue eyes, shining like gems over a little button nose. He was adorable, and that's what his mother told him before she'd tucked him in every evening.

His eyes locked on some bushes moving in the distance. 'Was there a dark figure hiding there?' his mind wondered. The image startled him. A bad omen. But after a moment, he easily shook it away from his head, anxious to open all the gifts he was to get, from all the friends of his father, the Count of Darlington. The presents to his son, him, were to be luxurious and plentyful.

He opened the door and ran in the corridor that seperated the twenty bedrooms of the huge house, smiling and singing. An eerie ambiance was floating in the mansion though, a palpable tension that stole the spring in his steps.

When he reached the stairs, the first faint screams of a woman echoed in his ears. They were like the screeches of an animal getting skinned alive. He descended on the staircase slowly, and headed in another corridor that seemed to be leading to the source of the noise.

What he saw on the floor there, told him immediatly something was terribly wrong. His little heart started to pound. A bloody hand was laying on the carpet at his barefeet. The teeth marks he had put on it the day before were still visible. It clearly belonged to a servant.

He tiptoed closer and closer to the shrieks not knowing that it was his mother getting raped in the kitchen. Waves of laughter filled the spacious room. Trembling all over, he peered inside, hiding his body behind the door frame. His mom was on the floor, crushed under a man, more a boy. The monster thrust his 'thing' inside her, making her scream.

Another villain grabbed the freshly decapitated head of the cook by the hair. He wagged it in front of the audience and dropped it in a cauldron of boiling soup on the stove.

Totally terrified, Wesley looked all around him like a frightened animal. To his twelve-year-old eyes, there were hundreds of these bandits. There was always a different one crossing the hallway. The group of tugs stole and destroyed everything they encountered.

His first idea was to curl into a ball in a corner of the house. But that wouldn't have shielded him from the terrorizing ruckus all around. It was loud and violent. He diverted slowly, half-paralyzed.

A big hand landed on his shoulder suddenly, scaring the living daylights out of his skinny frame. He yelped and turned around swiftly to find a boy of about fourteen with long jet black hair.

"What have we got here!?" the stranger exclaimed, grinning and looking up down his boyish stature.

Uncontrollably, his knees got weak. He stared at the earring of the teenage thief mesmerized by it's gleaming quality. The rest of his face was rugged, with scars on his chin and numerous adults lines. The big guy smelled more like a man than like the pampered boy he was. He could see he had been in many fights by the movements his jaw made when he spoke.

Too scared, he didn't even respond to the touch of the dirty hands sliding inside his pajama top and caressing his ribs.

"You're real cute lad 3; I haven't had fresh meat like you in a while." the teen grinned slyly. "What's your name boy?"

"Wes.sss 3; Wesley" he stammered.

"Guess you and him will have a little fun. eh eh"

Wes' mind shut down. The screams of people dying or being hurt not far away had intensified and he was at the mercy of a young man with a look he'd never seen before in the eyes of someone. It was too much for this little boy.

The captor grabbed his arm and he noticed instinctively the drawing of a rat embedded in the skin of his strong forearm. He dragged him forcefully to the nearest room, almost pulling his delicate arm out of its socket.

"Leave me alone!" he cried. "I have royal blood in his vein! I will have you killed!" he yelled, hoping to scare him. But the bigger boy just laughed and threw him on the floor of the billiard room.

"Well. The royal brat is gonna get a royal fuck then!"

The teenager put one hand on his shoulder pinning him down, and with the other started the explore the front of his pajama bottom. Wesley could feel the rough fingers cupping his hairless little balls, then fondling the short length of his circumcised boydick. Strange new feelings travelled all over his body.

"All smooth like I like 3; " the black-haired thief whispered, unbuckling his dirty pants. If there was one thing he loved, it was deflowering little brats, especially pretentious ones. The one in front of him was perfect.

Shouts echoing from outside the doorway broke the tension.

"Jet! Jet! come here!"

"Bloodydamn!" the teen growled, shaking his head. "Stay here or I'll kill you!"

He hurried out the door, leaving his prey confused on the floor. Wesley's heart was ready to jump out of his chest now.

A voice inside told him to run away, not really explaining why he had to or what he was escaping from. He tried the hall entrance but there was three young men there, laughing at the bodies of his mother and father dangling above the floor, a noose around their throats. Tears quietly rolled in his eyes. He vanished through a backdoor sobbing and panting, feeling like a grade A coward.

The thick forest was to be his shelter. He managed to sleep a little, only to awake screaming, his head filled with the nightmares of the vandals touching him all over.

The next morning, Wesley pondered about the precarious state fate had chosen for him. He was now an orphan, all alone in the world. As he laid there whimpering, a boy of eleven, clad with torn brown shorts came up twenty feet [6 m] from his location. Not noticing his presence, he dropped his shorts and began to pee against a tree.

Wesley's body ached as he got up. He approached the child and giggled looking at his small white butt. The way he handled his little penis was hilarious. His hand twisted it, aimed the stream higher then lower. The little male stopped whistling suddenly and jumped back, almost splashing him with urine.

"Hey! don't scare me like that!" he barked.

The boy pulled back on his old shorts frantically and glanced at the blond voyeur. It was his turn to giggle now, seeing him in his sleepware, the kind of clothes that were unusual for kids of his social class.

"I'm hungry." Wesley pleaded.

"Maybe Mister Griffith has something for you." the boy replied pointing away.

Wes followed him and they reached a dirt road where there was a grey wagon attached to a huge black horse. The man sitting upfront raised his eyebrows.

"I'm hungry sir." Wes pleaded again.

"Well get on up, there's bread back there and water." the man smiled.

His new friend pushed him in the wagon and it was on its way to lord knows where.

"What's your name?" the brown-haired imp inquired.

"Wesley."

"Mine is Christopher."

The first thing Wes noticed was the boy's two prominent front teeth that made him look like a rabbit. He had healthy short brown hair and brown eyes. Patches of dirt covered his skin. His shorts were so thin, he could see through them. "Where are we going Christopher?" he asked nervously.

"To London. I'm gonna be sold as a slave 3; you, I don't know 3; probably."

"Slave!" he shouted. "I can't be a slave, I'm the son of a Count!"

"Yeah, well, what does that make you? a cunt!?" Chris laughed out loud.

Wesley didn't find the remark amusing and gave him the cold shoulder. His stomach was gurgling. The rocking of the wooden wagon made it difficult to search for food in the bags, but he finally found some and ate everything, thinking this might be his only meal for a while.

Soon it was dark and Mr. Griffith built them makeshift tents with branches and old rugs. The big man frightened Wes a little now that he knew he sold little boys for a living. He kept his distance from the adult and was happy to sleep alone with Christopher in their own tent.

Even though it was cold, Christopher took off his dirty clothes and got under the thick blanket totally nude. Since there had never be anybody in Wesley's life he could consider a 'friend', the pale buttocks exposed in front of his eyes was his first sight of a set of globes his own age.

"Come on." Chris said tugging at the fabric of his pajama bottom. "Don't be silly. No one is looking." he said trying to reassure him.

Quickly, he undressed in front of the unbashful child, covering his boyhood with both hands, embarassed.

Under the blanket, the warmth of their bodies huddled together made him forget about the weather outside. Chris rambled on for half an hour, trying to scare him, about the ghouls and goblins prowling in the forest surrounding the shelter. But somehow, he felt secure for he knew Mr. Griffith wouldn't let anybody damage his precious cargo.

He listened to the man snoring in the tent next to them and suddenly felt Christopher's fingers touching his private parts under the blanket.

"You're cut too?" the boy whispered.

"uh uh" Wes shuddered, remembering the similar situation of the day before.

"Can you make it hard?" he asked boldly.

Wes nodded silently. The eleven-year-old shoved the side of his blanket away revealing his hard little boycock. He glanced back with a wicked smile. His dirty fingers left Wesley's genitals eager to play with his own small prick.

"c'mon 3; wank it too!"

Chris was a year younger yet he was initating the other boy to this. Wesley felt jealous of him, of his maturity. By the look on his face, this was very pleasurable and he longed to know all the mysteries about it. His little penis got hard on him and the head rubbed against the blanket. He stared at the young boy wiggling next to him, curious and amazed.

The light of the moon shone in between the rugs that made their cover for the night. He could clearly see Chris' thumb and forefinger gently massaging the shaft of his penis. Farther down, he could discern his little toes curling up as he began to moan in delight.

Sometimes he took his testicles and let them slip from his stubby fingers. He didn't have a hair on his body. It comforted him. They were the same, cut and hairless.

He paid special attention to his pink knob. His fingers moved faster when he caressed that part of him. Muffled grunts spewed from his throat. Christopher knew he had a spectator and he made sure the blond boy saw every tug, every touch on his throbbing little cock.

Then he made a fist with his hand and masturbated as fast as he could, the ultimate pleasure about to wash over his young body. His smooth balls were jiggling, his chest swelling up and down. He cried loudly "Uhhhhh" in the night. His body jerked with orgasm once, twice and a third time.

After a few seconds of afterglow, he leaned on his side, his sex softening between his white thighs.

"Want me to jack you off?"

Wesley didn't answer but something in his face must have did because the boy took the blanket away from him and caressed his skinny leg all the way up to his nutsack. His penis was like a tower of granite between his legs.

Christopher started to feel it again, at the same time licking his hard nipples. He teased his virgin body with his lively tongue and skinny fingers. It was getting hot in the tent and Wes thought he was going to explode. Every noise outside reminded him of Mr. Griffith. How he would be ashamed if he caught them doing this.

His body was stiff with mounting pleasure and innocence. A real wooden plank. Chris tried to relax him but in vain.

"Loosen up Wes, I'll make you come real hard for your first time!" he whispered.

Wes didn't know what he meant and looked between his legs. The tips of Christopher's fingers were dancing all around his hard crown. The child took his scrotum in one hand and with the other held his three inches [7½ cm] of boymeat. His hand slid up and down, squeezing his dick, always harder, always faster.

"That's it Wes." Chris grinned, looking at his mouth wide-opened.

"Uhhh Uhhh Uhhhhhh. Don't stop." Wesley moaned.

The remark made Chris smile and milk his new mate's penis even faster. Wesley let out a high-pitched scream. A jolt of pure pleasure electrified his young cock. The orgasm came again, floading his body this time with more intensity. It left him as quick as it came, shaking all over.

They slept soundly in each other's arms, sharing their little secret.

They reached London the next day and stopped the wagon at a town square. Wesley wasn't used to all the animosity. He glanced everywhere almost frightened. There were young children enjoying a puppet show. Merchants selling chickens, jewellery and spices. Women shopping and carrying babies.

A lot of them seemed to be in deep poverty for their clothes were dirty and torn, especially the kids. Mr. Griffith called his merchandise out to stand next to the wooden wagon.

"Who wants little servants? Manpower here!" he yelled.

People gathered around the two kids and giggled. Without saying a word, some would touch them, check their teeth and muscles, look down the front of their pants. Wesley blushed every time someone came near him. He squirmed, one foot on the other. Souvenirs of his old comfy life resurfaced and he experienced for the first time what it meant to be homesick.

A fat bearded man appeared from the crowd limping. He surveyed the blond and brown-haired boy a second. With a smirk on his lips, he put the end of his cane on Wesley's forehead and blurted: "I WANT this one!"

Mr. Griffith bargained with the austere adult and soon Wes was off with the strange man with a black cape. His heavy arm was on his shoulders. He chatted constantly about 'a new family' as they trotted slowly deeper in the eastern part of town. Wes couldn't help but stare at the ogre's rotten teeth. One was golden and sparkled in the sun.

After an hour, they arrived at what he called the 'hideout'. An abandoned victorian house ravaged by a fire long ago. Noises emanated from the second floor but they kept going all the way to the attic. There, in a huge room, he was introduced to ten filthy boys. The youngest was about six, the oldest looked fourteen.

"This is your new family Wesley!" cheered the man.

The kids giggled and peeked at him while continuing what they were doing.

"Where did you get this one Leroy? He looks 3; different." someone said.

"None of your business! I want you all to show him the tricks of the trade and make him worth every pound I spent!"

Leroy limped to the fireplace to see if the soup was ready. The boys surrounded the new recruit and stared at his body making him blush. The oldest one came closer. He had short blond hair like Wes and a muscular chest.

"Get him ready!" he shouted.

Tiny hands pushed Wesley on a mattress and soon he was pinned down unable to move. One of the boys took hold of his left leg and rolled up his pajama pant all the way to the knee. He begged them to let him go but they just chuckled more and pinched him. "Leroy! Leroy! Mister! please!" he yelled. The big man didn't even turn his face to show concern.

The blond teenager left and came back with a red poker. Before Wes even had a chance to struggle, he pressed it against the tender flesh of his ankle. The scream he let out could have awaken the dead. It rose in the night and made all of London shiver.

They finally released him and he cried staring at the bloody 'S' burned in his flesh. He was marked for life.

"You're a snake now!" said the blond leader. "Oh by the way, my name is Rocko and I'm the boss around here 3; "

Wes barely ate the meal he was offered, the pain in his ankle still throbbing madly. The boys talked and made jokes all night around the large table. Some were friendly and included him in the conversation. One boy in particular, a thirteen-year-old named Harvey, gave him a lot of attention. He was tall, with black hair. A thin strip of fuzzy hair accentuated his upper lip. Wesley immediatly felt accepted within the group.

When the moon was high in the night's sky. Leroy coaxed everyone to bed. Some of the kids slept alone in hammocks but most huddled two by two or three at a time on a mattress. Harvey offered the new boy his bed and Wes crawled with him under the yellowed sheets.

Before he turned off the gas lamps, Leroy stood up in the middle of the room.

"I don't want anybody to play with Wesley tonight! A boy like that is worth a fortune for my clients." he said. Then staring directly at Harvey, he added: "If I find out he's been used. The culprit will have the most severe punishment of his young life!"

Chapter 2
Midnight Snack

Wesley's heart beat with the same rhythm of his new partner. With every breath he took, strange desires lifted his soul to blissful planes he had never ventured to before. He wanted the black-haired kid to rip his clothes and jack him off like Chris had done.

A luscious hand invaded his pajama bottom and began fondling his hairless package. He giggled. The big boy pressed his groin to his backside, pushing his hard-on against his butt.

Their clothes seemed awkwardly in the way of things. He slid his pajama bottom along his short legs, giving freedom to his pulsating cock and showing his horny bedmate he wanted it to happen.

Behing him, he felt Harvey move under the sheets, lowering his briefs frantically. They were ready to play with their penises now like he hoped they would.

Nothing was said the whole time, only moans, the language of intimacy. The young teenager was an expert at this. He caressed and kissed the little boy's white flesh. His wet tongue was in Wesley's ear, his hand was masturbating him slowly and his stiff moist sex was in the crack of his butt.

Wes wanted to participate and he sought his playmate's penis between his asscheeks. From what he could figure, it was at least five inches [12½ cm] and eager to explode. He tightened his little buttocks around the big knob, feeling the heat it gave off and ultimately squeezing pre-cum juice out of its tip. The transparent ooze slicked up his smooth pink valley, allowing him to rub easily the swollen head in there.

Harvey appreciated the boy's initiative and wrapped his fingers around his hard little boydick with more passion. Wes could feel his temperature rising. He purred like a kitten under Harvey's ministrations. The big dick in his crack, brushed his sensitive anus, and for a second he feared it would burst inside him.

But instead, Harvey gripped his big boner and guided it between his silky thighs. He started to hump him and at the same time pumped his little dick. The rhythm of the humping was identical to the hand job. Slow, loving strokes that were making him crazy.

They didn't notice the boy leaning next to them and jumped when he muttered in a hushed voice.

"Come on! Billy will suck us off!"

Billy was one of the younger children. Only ten, but he already knew pretty much everything about boy-sex compared to the neophyte Wesley was. He was a redhead child and the kids in the gang had nicknamed him Carrot Head since his head was shaved weekly, leaving him with tiny orange hair sticking up on his scalp like pins.

By the time Wes and Harvey were on their feet. The young plaything was already nude on his knees, in a corner of the attic. Rocko was in front of him with his undies around his ankles. Wesley had never seen a big cock, he gasped as Rocko's hardened. The large organ lenghten slowly as if someone was blowing air in it. He thought it would never stop growing but eventually the foreskin cleared the big red bulb and it stopped.

He was staring at the main reason why Rocko was the leader. Eight inches [20 cm] of meat sticking out between his muscular thighs. The tall blond leader rubbed his dickhead on Carrot Head's face and Billy cupped his heavy balls in return. His small lips parted, swallowing Rocko's erection. Only half of it could fit in and he sucked on it as best as he could.

"Oh yeah, that's it 3; suck it real nice 3; " cooed Rocko

Wesley became nervous, wondering if they would wake Leroy, but Harvey assured him nothing could disturb the old man when he was snoring like that. After his first apprehension had faded away, he looked at the two boys next to him. They discarded the little clothes they had on to stand stark naked with steely hard-ons.

Harvey began masturbating and Weirdo, the boy who had informed them of the little orgy, imitated him. But he had always been a timid boy. Something felt terribly wrong about watching two boys play with their thingy and another one sucking on a boy's tube where the piss came out.

He looked away from the scene, trying to find an excuse to go back to bed. The slurping sound tickled his curiosity too much and he quickly reasoned it was only a silly game boys played in the outside world.

Carrot Head was giving a great blow job to the oldest boy. Rocko held his head, looking down at his little mouth eating his hard prick. He moaned sensuously, tossing his head back as the slippery lips pleasured his engorged pole.

Wesley glanced between Billy's skinny thighs at his tiny erection. It didn't have any attention and wobbled in the air, aiming its sole eye at the audience. What he thought would have been a deed seemed in fact enjoyable to the kid. Even though the large cock was lodged in his mouth, he could tell he was smiling.

"My turn!" Weirdo whispered. Wes surveyed the brown-haired twelve- year-old, trying to find out how he had acquire the odd name. The curly- -haired boy rubbed his woody on Carrot Head's nose, teasing him, urging the pasty white child to take him in his mouth.

Finally, the ten-year-old let the biggest cock out of his mouth and moved to the next boy's penis. It was only four inches [10 cm] and he adopted a new technique. This time, he started by nibbling on the hairless testicles, taking each one in his mouth. He stuck out his tongue and licked the underside of the shaft all the way to the tip. There, he flickered his tongue at the knob making Weirdo moan in ecstasy. He opened wide and the boy pushed his boycock inside his warm cavity.

Weirdo's mug was very expressive. He grimaced from pleasure and delight as if his penis was the only source of happiness. Carrot Head alternated from one oral trick to the other. He sucked as though he wanted to get the boy's nuts through his canal. His moist lips were sliding on the shaft and with his fingers, he stroked the base of the organ.

"Suck Wes now." Harvey suggested.

"No. that's okay." Wesley stammered, taking a step away bashfully.

Harvey moved behind his stiff boyish body and massaged his shoulders. "Go on boy, he won't bite." he murmured in his ear. Carrot Head grinned from ear to ear, crawling on the floor to get in front of him. Harvey pulled down his pajama bottom gently and his peter emerged bouncing like a spring board. "Oh, I think you wanna be sucked! There's no point in denying now!"

Wesley shivered. His whole body was exposed, vulnerable, at the mercy of the kids' horny minds.

Billy fondled his erection and he almost came right away. The boy's little fingers were like the caress of an angel on his hot piece of flesh. He watched him opened his mouth and take all of his penis in his warm cavern. He could feel his little tongue working all around his hard head, sending him in a deep transe where pleasure was king.

Harvey rubbed his rod between his buns again. Chills shot up and down his spine, while in front, his dick flexed and throbbed in the boy's vaccum mouth. Carrot Head's lips went far down on his boycock, touching the hairless mound. Then sucked back off. Faster and faster. Better and better.

"Uhhh Uhhh uhhhhh ohhhhhhhh." he moaned.

"He's commmmming." said Harvey feeling the asscheeks tense up on his dick. Wesley yelped then cried, his body convulsed, taken over by orgasm. All the boys smiled looking at him climaxing.

Harvey kissed the back of his neck then pushed him aside unexpectedly. He forced his five inch [12½ cm] meat inside Billy's mouth.

"Real action now Carrot Head. I'll show Wes how to fuck your little mouth real good!"

He grabbed the boy's ears and pulled his head on his straining cock. The small lips streched around his hard-on as he shoved it further and further in the boy's throat. Carrot Head choked on the penis but the horny teenager ignored the fact and began slamming his dick inside the narrow tunnel. He knew the kid could deep throat him.

There was little sensuality in Harvey's assault. Wesley shuddered, his eyes glued to the scene. Harvey's balls were bouncing off the kid's chin and the little pubic fuzz he had tickled his nose. Watching the grotesque show immediatly gave him another boner though and he played with it. After a while, he liked staring at Harvey's cock come out of the mouth and with a quick thrust disappear again back home. Carrot Head was turning blue but he didn't complain and kept taking the hard sausage down his throat.

For the next thirty minutes, Billy gave head to the three teenagers. They encircled him and he leaped from one boy to the other until their cocks were all glistening from his saliva. Always smiling, always doing a terrific job of sucking and licking, never losing his little erection between his white skinny thighs, he let the boys fuck his mouth.

He gave special attention to Rocko's huge penis since he was the leader. The other two meanwhile beat their peter, waiting for their turn. Weirdo couldn't hold on longer and he came with spasmic jerks of his limbs. Wesley's eyes locked on his sex. Something he had never seen before came out from the member and hit Carrot Head on the chest. White gooey cream! He was twelve like Weirdo but nothing came out of his dick? Confused and baffled, he stared at the pulsing cock as it squirted again and a third time on the ten-year-old.

"Come here, I've got sperm for you little slut!" Harvey muttered.

He rammed his prick a few times inside Billy's mouth and shot his load. The ten-year-old complained. Still, Harvey shoved his penis down his throat and ejaculated there again. From where Wesley was standing, it looked like the teen's cock was spurting the white stuff directly inside Carrot Head's stomach.

Rocko let out a loud groan and his penis started to shoot its sauce like a cannon on Billy's face. The first thick wad splashed his right cheek. Then he received it on his nose, in his hair and in his ear. Ten times, Rocko's cock unloaded the hot liquid on the kid's face.

Carrot Head's nostrils flared as if he was drowning in all that liquid. The boys were squeezing their balls making sure he was getting every drop. When it was over, he was covered with it. The sticky substance was dripping from his chin. He looked back at everybody with a wet smile of satisfaction on his face. Finally, he had the chance to work on his own dick.

Wesley shamelessly fiddled his boner in unison with the young boytoy. It made him hard like a rock just watching him slide his fingers on his slimy two incher [5 cm] plastered with the white stuff.

They climaxed at the same time and went to bed.

The next morning, Wesley woke up with the musky smell of boys still in his nose. The other kids were already eating their breakfast around the large table in the middle of the attic. He joined them and devoured the bowl of oatmeal he was given.

Harvey chose that time to explain sperm to him, in front of all the others. He went on about its power to make babies and the taste it had. The smaller children giggled and nudged themselves in the ribs watching the color of Wesley's cheeks turn red.

After that, Leroy asked Rocko to find him some appropriate clothes. The big leader and Harvey browsed in a wooden chest, fishing out of the pile, a pair of short pants, a shirt and torn white briefs that would be his garments.

He had never undressed before in public. Only his mommy and nanny had seen him in all his naked beauty. Shyly, he took off his pajama top and pulled down his pants. He stepped out of them in a flash. Under the scrutiny of the group, his circumcised boydick bounced left and right.

Twenty-two eyes were staring at his bare body. He quickly jumped in the underwear to cover his nakedness and pulled the brown shorts over them. They were a little tight and snugged his firm buttocks. With a sigh of relief, he put on the beige shirt over his skinny chest, and was ready to hit the streets.

There was only six pairs of shoes for eleven boys and that day he didn't have the privilege of wearing one.

With Harvey, he headed to the town square. It was his duty to initiate him to the 'art of stealing' as Leroy called it. The first trick he showed the new rookie was the 'hit and run', then the 'bump' and finally the 'lost lad' technique.

Wes wasn't very good at it and the rich noble men or tradesmen often caught him. He always managed to flee though, but unfortunatly not before getting a few whacks of a cane on his little behind.

Just before noon, he stole a nice goldwatch along with the chain it was attached to. Harvey smiled and patted his blond head.

"You're gonna make a good little pickpocket lad!"

Leroy was even more impressed. He laughed and limped around with the piece of jewellery in his fist.

"Ain't life grand!" he gloated. "I bought him for his little ass and he rewards him with his little hands!"

Wes had the afternoon off, courtesy of the old man. He strolled aimlessly in the streets, lonely. He longed for the old days at the big mansion but at the same time was exhilarated with his new adventures.

A boy of his age attracted his attention. He had on leather shoes that were glittering and green socks, covering his ankles. It was very odd for a street boy, Wes thought. Then, he noticed the bench he was sitting on and realized he was one of those kids who shined the shoes of the noble men.

He smiled at him and he smiled back. The shirt on him was open in the middle. A certain sexuality was emanating from his smooth slightly muscular torso. He'd been blessed by mother nature for sure, the bulge in his gray shorts was huge for a boy he estimated at twelve.

What startled him the most was his unusual haircut, he had never seen anything like it. The hair all around his head was shaved except for a patch of wavy golden hair over his forehead.

"Hi. My name is Wesley" he said, stretching his arm.

"Pleased to meet you Wesley, I'm Shawn" the boy answered shaking his hand. "You don't seem to have anything I can shine?"

"No.. well 3; I was just 3; " he squirmed, seeking in his mind for the right words. He was only trying to kill time but strangely felt like the kid could be more than a face in the crowd, perhaps a new friend.

Shawn understood right away. He glanced at the confused blond boy's red cheeks and helped him out.

"Wanna play marbles tonight?"

Wes nodded, totally overwhelmed by the calm easy going boy.

"Great! Meet me at eight o'clock in the alley next to Selwyn's pub."

He didn't have the opportunity to answer back this time. Rocko came out of nowhere. Hejerked Shawn's shirt to reveal the tattoo of the despized rodent on his shoulder.

"He's a Rat Wes! You are a Snake!"

Rocko dragged him back to the hideout, explaining that everything between Larson street and Rosewell Road was Snake territory.

"It has all the richest bussinessmen." he said. "The well-dressed women will even give you pences if you beg the right way."

"We have to FIGHT to keep it." he shouted.

"But, but, I was only talking to him?" Wes replied like he was on trial.

The leader ignored his remark and continued. "The Rats have the rest of the Eastern district. They always encroach on our turf. We can't let them do that or we'll starve."

"Stay away from the Rats. They are the sleaziest of London. You may think they are nice boys but when they know they have earned your trust. They will stab you in the back!"

The city halted. Big Ben was announcing teatime.

They opened the door of the attic to discover all the gang together and agitated. Wesley moved forward and looked over the shoulder of Carrot Head.

In the middle of the circle, on the wooden planks, was the naked body of a nine-year-old Asian boy. Quite an unexpected sight in London. He was very small with slit eyes, black hair and yellowish skin.

Weirdo was on the floor beside him, masturbating a large black dog. Wes recognized Nightmare, who was kind of a mascot for the gang. The beast's prick was already hard from the stimulation. He was disgusted yet curious and kept looking between the dog's hairy leg. The size of the penis was similar to one of a human adult, but it had veins all over and didn't have a helmet at the end.

His eyes drifted to Weirdo's face. He hadn't really looked at his mug the night before, obviously being more interested in what was happening lower. It occured to him he was very handsome, with curly brown hair and a babyface. He didn't act like a twelve-year-old and the rest of the afternoon would prove him right.

Silence fell on the crowd. It was like a solemn moment before a ritual. The little Chinese boy was begging:

"Let me go! I didn't do anything. Please don't hurt me."

"I don't give a Rat's ass!" laughed Weirdo. The gang howlered and kicked the child in the flanks. Rocko approved and winked at Weirdo, signaling the start of the show.

Wes looked around seeking Leroy. The old man sure wouldn't let them do anything to this kid?

Again, Harvey informed him he was out, probably selling the goldwatch he had stolen. He didn't know what was gonna happen to the Asian little boy but he sensed that his fear was legitimate.

Weirdo poured some lotion on his hand and smeared it on the dog's cock, making it glisten. Nightmare didn't need any coaxing and mounted the Chinese boy like it was a female. The nine-year-old couldn't move, overpowered by the weight of the large animal. His forepaws gripped his smooth back and his stiff dog pole stabbed his buns.

Weirdo guided the oiled large piece of meat to the child's butthole and inserted the tip in it. With several sharp jabs that made the Chinese boy yelp, the dog inserted the full length of his prick inside his rectum.

He started to hump and howl, burying his claws in the tender flesh of the boy's sides. Wesley couldn't believe his eyes. The gigantic cock was ramming in and out, stretching the kid's asshole. It must have hurt fiercely because he screamed: "Argggg agggggg please get it out aowwooww."

Some of the boys were smiling, others leaning to get a better view of the penetration. The contorted face of the boy was wet with tears. Nightmare was fucking him vigorously and his strokes were growing faster and harder it seemed.

Weirdo spread the boy's ass cheeks to display clearly to everyone the massive cock moving in and out of his butt. He gripped the Chinese boy's dickie between his leg and it stiffened like it always does on little boys.

"Look! he loves it!" he said. "You like that uh Ratboy? You like to be fucked by our dog?" he asked. But the poor victim only responded with a few wails of pain.

Wesley thought it would never stop. The dog was pushing his big prick in the kid's ass just like a piston. It was so swollen, he wondered how it would come out.

But suddenly he stopped and began tossing off in the child's virgin passage. Weirdo held the dog's penis in there as it pumped its hot jism. "Uhhhhhhhhhhhhh" the kid cried feeling his bowels getting filled.

Finally, Weirdo pulled out the softening cock out of the sore asshole. The Asian boy collapsed on the floor and the beast's spunk poured out of his unplugged hole, streaming out just like a waterfall, much to the amusement of the crowd.

Rocko made the captive boy eat a puddle of the dog's semen and gave him back his clothes before sending him away still crying from the humilation and the pain in his ass.

Harvey had a lot of explaining to do this time.

Chapter 3
Pop Goes the Cherry

He didn't join the gang for the evening meal. That way he wouldn't be seen sneaking out and he would avoid the inquisitive questions.

Darkness and drizzle emprisoned the Eastern district. The streets emptied gradually leaving him alone with the drunken sailors and peasants spewing out from the merry watering holes.

Selwyn's pub, he was told, was west of Larson street. Walking in the rain, in that direction, made him feel like he was tresspassing on private property. He reached the pub at eight o'clock sharp. The alley next to it was extremely dark, reeking of vomit.

He moved forward but all he could see was the black cloak of the night. No boy was waiting for him there. 'Maybe it was a trap?' he said to myself. After all, the shoeshiner knew he was a snake. 'Perhaps, he invited me just to beat me up? or kidnap me?' he freaked.

His heart was pumping blood at a rapid pace now, warming up his little body. With all the courage he could gather, he stepped forward again.

"Shawn? Are you there buddy?" he asked.

"Back here!"

There was another alley behind the rowdy place. The twelve-year-old stood there, soaking wet in the rain, his beautiful face flooded by the light of the pub's back window.

They agreed that playing marbles in that rain was impossible. Upon the suggestion of Shawn, he followed him to a stable not far away where they could wait for the showers to stop. Three big horses neighed to welcome them. Shawn climbed the ladder leading to the upper level and Wes had his face right on the boy's round ass, tagging along behind him.

The light of the moon was shining on the bales of hay. They jumped gleefully on them and made pirouettes all around. Tentatively, their bodies connected. As the awkwardness of the first moments faded away, they began shoving themselves in the prickly natural cushions, tickling each other madly until they were all out wrestling in their damp clothes, giggling hysterically.

A curious blend of fear and attraction swirled in Wesley's guts as he grabbed the boy. His hands kept caressing the feathery short hair on his scalp, loving the sweet feel of it. Then he would pulled on the longer blond tuft over his forehead eliciting a yelp of pain from his partner. Shawn didn't let up and squeezed his balls to retaliate.

Tangled and clothed, they rolled left and right. Chaste coupling of boys without the sin.

"Let's take our clothes off, or else we'll catch a cold!" Shawn bawled.

Wesley squirmed. His dick was already stiff. He surely didn't want to show it to Shawn, not knowing how he would react. Slowly, he took off his shirt, hoping his pecker would be limp when he got to his shorts. Shawn sat on a big stack of hay and pulled down his shorts and underwear first.

Wes postponed the rest of his undressing to look at his friend's crotch. The boy stood up but the long shirt covered his genitals. God, how he wish he wouldn't keep it. And he didn't. Lightning struck just as he peeled off the thin rag, giving him a perfect view of his smooth white underfed body and his uncircumcised penis pointing straight away.

It stood at four inches [10 cm] and he was only half-erect! Seeing that Shawn didn't have an ounce of timidity, he proceeded to take off his shorts and underpants too, meanwhile the other boy leaped in the hay wearing only his shiny shoes and green socks.

Wesley crawled naked next to him and gasped at his beautiful tool. A boy with a big weapon like that usually has pubs but he didn't.

"Yours has a hat on it?" he peeped, pretending to be ignorant about dicks.

Shawn glimpsed at his cut undeveloped little boydick and smiled.

"I can make the hat go away if you want!?" he grinned, trying not to laugh at his poor attempt to engage sex play.

He spread his legs as far as they could go and gripped his rod. His free hand idly massaged his ballbag. Wes watched him jacked himself tenderly. The big knob of his prick expanded, pushing the folds of skin back.

"See, now it's like yours!" Shawn cheered, raising his butt from the hay to show him his six inch [15 cm] cock resting against his belly. Wes stared at his huge balls and slim phallus in awe. He didn't understand how a boy of twelve like him could be so hung.

Shawn played with his penis, wrapping his fingers around it, spreading natural lubricant on its head. After a few seconds, he began pumping his massive pre-pubescent tool.

Wesley stretched next to him and they masturbated playfully, looking at each other's pulsating cock. He watched, mesmerized, as the foreskin of Shawn's peter brushed his glans with each firm stroke, wondering how amazing it must be to have that extra stimulation on your dickhead. Just staring at the way he handled his boyhood, his heavy balls jiggling, made him horny like never before. Quickly, their grunts filled the stable and only the thunder outside was louder.

Without hesitation, Wesley stopped whacking off and moved his head between Shawn's legs to get a closer look of the hand sliding on the engorged shaft. His eyes bulged as he contemplated the tower and sniffed its strong aroma.

"C'mon 3; Suck it Wesley 3; " Shawn begged, guiding his penis to the kid's lips.

Ever since Carrot Head's ordeal, he had wanted to know how it felt to have one in his mouth, how it would taste. The rigid member was calling him. He swallowed the organ and made his tongue dance all around the rubbery helmet.

"Ohhh yeahh" groaned Shawn, pushing the back of his partner's blond head on his young pole.

Wesley started to suck him, taking as much as he could of his cock in his warm mouth. After the initial salty film had gone, all he could taste was sweet pre-cum. His cheeks swelled each time he bobbed his head on the dong. He sucked and sucked eager to give Shawn relief. The big bulb bumped the entrance of his throat but he didn't mind. He just wanted to satisfy his new friend, to feel the pleasure growing in his hard-on. Saliva and natural juice mixed together in his mouth, a delicious cocktail he tasted greedily.

"Uhhh Bring your ass uhhh over here 3; uhhh" Shawn grunted.

Wesley's lips didn't leave the cock he was attending as he swung his hips over the boy's chest. Shawn nibbled his hairless scrotum and teased his three incher [7½ cm] with his pink tongue. He engulfed the short dink in his wet cavern, suctionning the tiny morsel. Within seconds, a coat of saliva glistened on Wesley's boydick. Shawn milked the small hard-on with his slimy lips, feeling it flex on his tastebuds.

Wesley savoured every second of their sixty-nine. Shawn was sucking his dick like a lollipop and he did the same to his. On top of him like that, all he could see was his plump balls churning sperm.

He felt hands roaming on his asscheeks and spreading them obscenely. Shawn stuck out his tongue and licked his smooth flesh. The tip of his probe found his litte boyhole and tickled it with loving swipes.

"Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmm " he moaned, taking more meat in his throat.

Shawn moistened his butthole really well and started to snake his tongue in there. He loved it. It was as good as getting sucked. He pushed back his bottom to meet the hot slippery invader, until he had all of it inside of him. It wiggled in his rectal opening, exploring his most intimate orifice.

The tongue-fuck lasted a few exquisite minutes then Shawn replaced his oral instrument with an unbashful finger. Wes sucked more passionately, relishing the sweet digit toying with his hole, and the burning lips eating his throbbing pecker again.

"Are you ready?" Shawn mumbled, his mouth full.

"Ready for what?"

"To buttfuck dummy! Can't wait to put my dick in your hot little arse!"

The images of the dog humping the Chinese boy raced in Wesley's mind.

"I I I don't know." he stammered nervously.

"You're a virgin uh?"

He nodded, wondering how the big thing in his hand could go inside his tiny opening without giving him tremendous pain.

"I'll do it slow. I promise it won't hurt." Shawn offered with a soothing smile.

Wes couldn't resist him. The boy was so sexy and so gentle. He also knew he would allow him a few stabs at his sexy butt and that tought helped to convince him. "Okay" he blurted hesitantly.

Shawn slipped from underneath his skinny frame and knelt behind him. Wesley concentrated on his backside, feeling the humid knob kissing his virgin anus.

"Relax your muscle Wes, it will be easier that way." Shawn advised. He pushed his hard cock in the tiny hole, stretching the anal ring of the tightly guarded cavity.

"Aoowww it hurts. Ouch!" Wesley winced in pain.

"It's gonna feel reaaaaal nice in a moment."

Wesley relaxed his sphincters and the head popped in. Shawn groaned and slowly penetrated his long wet cock. One inch [2½ cm] at time until it was all inside to the hilt.

"Ohhh your arse is sooooo tight." he whispered.

Wesley wiped the tears on his face. The six inches [15 cm] of hard meat felt like a metal bar in his rectum. Shawn started to rock his hips, sodomizing him gently, making sure he liked it. Soon the pain was gone, replaced by pleasurable rushes of the pelvic thrusts. Shawn alternated between long languorous strokes and quick jabs that made him squeal.

Then, the lanky bugger grabbed Wesley's three inch [7½ cm] erection between his legs and masturbated him at the same time he was fucking his ass. His small penis in the hand of the more experienced boy felt so big, ready to explode from all the action. Wes looked behind, wanting to catch a glimpse of the big piece of flesh slamming in and out between his white buttocks. Supporting himself on one hand, he groped for Shawn's nutsack, bumping against his rump, to confirm he had all of him inside.

He did have all of the boy.

Shawn pushed his shoulders down in the hay and raised his cute behind a little higher. The hissing boy half-stood up and buried his cock deep inside his virgin tunnel. Wes could almost feel the mounting pleasure of his mate through the organ lodged in his anus. In that position, Shawn fucked him harder and faster. This was going to be his last efforts towards the release he wanted.

He bucked his hips and constant high-pitched moans escaped from his mouth. "Ohh fuck ohhh fuck." he cried shaking Wesley's body with his powerful thrusts. He in returned complained from the sudden savage assaults with plaintive 'Ohhh's as the big cock pistonned him.

The first hot load Shawn released electrified Wesley's immature body. Holding the little boy's hips, he then fired his squirts of semen in his bowels.

Wesley was proud of the pleasure he had given his new friend. The grin on his illuminated face was the ultimate reward. Shawn pulled out his penis from his bottom and the pulsing cock spit the remaining boyjuice into his sore asshole.

His anus was on fire but already Shawn was wiggling his ass, inviting him to take the plunge. He had a gorgeous white little butt. The entrance to his rectum was pink and puckered. His pink round balls were squeezed between his white thighs probably already at work making more of that precious sticky cum.

Wesley rubbed his dickhead on his asshole and firmly inserted it in. The natural lubricant on his knob eased the process, he was inside in a snap. 'must have been fucked many times before' he thought. Shawn didn't grunt one time when he shoved all of his three inches [7½ cm] in him.

"Ohh yeah 3; that's it 3; fuck me now!" Shawn pleaded.

Encouraged by the boy's words, he moved his hips back and forth and began fucking his great ass. It was amazing. The tight ring of skin adjusted to the diameter of his little prick automatically as he slid it in and out.

"Ohhh ohhhhhh hhmmmm ohhhhhh" he moaned overtaken by pleasure.

Soon, he was humping Shawn like a young dog. His cock slipped out but he didn't care. Reinserting it in the slimy butthole was elating. He stared curious, as his boycock expanded the little hole to disappear in the depths of the boy. Shawn strangled his dick with his anus and that way it couldn't come out so easily.

Wes grabbed the boy's hips for balance and gave it his best, staring between their bodies at his hairless penis plowing the warm pucker. He was so horny and rammed his cock so hard inside of him, he thought his balls would enter also.

Shawn pushed his butt back in harmony with the fucking rhythm and the sound of Wesley's young hips banging his firm ass reverberated in the stable. It must have been quite a sight for the horses to witness their lovemaking. Two hairless twelve-year-old fucking each other wildly.

"Oh god! that's feels so good Wes. Yessss." cried Shawn

Wesley couldn't take it anymore, holding back was impossible. He let himself come. His little cries of pleasure resonated as he tasted his boyish orgasm. Shawn was still sucking his penis with his asshole, intensifying each jolt of his climax. Muscle spasms made his body jerk uncontrollably.

They collapsed together, Wesley's softening penis still up Shawn's fanny.

The evening was still young though and Shawn sodomised his new partner again. This time, he put the boy's slender legs on his shoulders and shoved his big cock as deep as it could go. They were face to face and Wes enjoyed seeing in the other boy's eyes the pleasure rising. Shawn came on his stomach, mooing like a donkey, spilling his timid load on his perfect skin.

Afterwards he sat on Wesley's boner, which he lubricated with his own juice, and rode him to a thundering orgasm. They hugged each other, completely exhausted.

Wesley knew Harvey and Leroy were worrying about him. It was midnight and he was out there in the big city. Sadly, he put back on his rags and trudged back to the hideout.

He tried to stay on the streets with candlelights shining in the old lamp-posts but eventually he decided to take a short cut and hobbled in the dark alleyways.

It turned out to be a mistake. He didn't hear the footsteps behind him. A forceful arm lifted him up the ground and a large hand clamped his mouth preventing him from yelling.

"Ain't it a little late for you my lad?" whispered a deep voice.

The man removed his hand from his mouth after he promised not to yell. Two other silhouettes limped around in the darkness. One of the big men moved closer to him. He was a peasant, like the other two.

"Aren't you cute boy!"

Wesley smelled the alcohol on his breath and figured he must have drank five pints of ale. The man pulled down his trousers, he shuddered. The bully holding him tightened his grip and pushed his arms against his back.

'These guys want blow jobs' he said to himself as the man in front lowered his large underpants. He opened his mouth instinctively, awaiting the flaccid meat, swinging from a bush of dark hair.

He had no intention of struggling, he was so tired, but still the man twisted his arms painfully. Every bone in his body ached. He was resigned to let them do anything they required just to be in bed as soon as possible.

"Please 3; stop hurting me 3; I'll do it." he pleaded.

The man's penis stared at him, its one eye right in front of his face. Suddenly, a geiser of yellow liquid exploded from the orifice. 'The bastard is pissing in my mouth!' He sealed his lips and closed his eyes. The sound of laughter filled his ears as he felt the hot urine splashing his tender skin. For five minutes, the stranger peed on him, guiding the stream of yellow liquid up and down his small body.

When he was finished, the next one took over. The second tormentor concentrated on his hair, shampooing it with his beer piss. Soon his blond bangs were all wet and drippy.

"Drink up!" laughed the third one. He forced his large prick in his mouth and peed down his throat. He swallowed some of it. The rest overflowed from the corners of his lips.

What only took fifteen minutes seemed like hours to Wesley. They finally strolled away and he heard their coarse laughter fade in the wind.

His skin was red and burning like he'd been splashed with acid. He regained his composure and ran to the hideout this time.

But to top it all off, Leroy greeted him with a whack of his cane on his behind.

"Where have you been boy? You tried to escape?" he demanded.

"I I I was lost." he stammered.

The fat man threw him on a chair and tied his hands to the back of it with the agility of a scout. This was definitly a lousy ending to a glorious evening.

"Don't try to fool me!" Leroy screamed, slapping his face. "And and what's that smell? You stink!" He slapped his face again.

Wesley's cheeks were stinging. He thought he'd never get some sleep.

"Now think about what you've put me through!"

The big man went to bed as he cried silently, squirming on the throne of humilation.

Harvey delivered him in the middle of the night. He tucked him in next to him and kissed his cheek.

Chapter 4
Between a rock and a hard place

Thankfully, Wesley's relationship with Harvey was totally the opposite. They were getting closer. The black-haired teenager always did something to make him laugh and he found himself utterly infatuated with him.

One of the things Harvey mastered was pranks, especially the 'hat' prank.

He would steal a nice hat from somebody and go in a back alley. There, he would lower his dirty pants and masturbate until he shot his creamy load in the bottom of the hat.

He'd then lay it on the ground and they'd hide. It wasn't long before an unsuspecting man would pick up the hat and place it on his head. The viscous sperm would ooze on the sides of his face.

The look on the mugs of the men they'd catch was worth one million pound! They'd run away, howling like a couple of escaped loons as the poor victim threw his fist at the sky.

The attic was the home of the 'Snakes' in the old abandoned victorian house, but nobody really wanted to play there. The three other floors, actually two, since the second floor was some kind of bordello and there was always strange people there, were their haven. In between stealing and sleeping, they'd gather there. Boys of all age, with their street friends, carefully hiding from adults to play cards, talk and do other things 3;

Harvey showed Wesley the special room on the third floor at northwest corner. It was the place where all the new recruits were initiated he said with the same mix of bashfulness and strength Wesley had come to love from him.

Wesley walked around and looked out the window into the alley below then back at his lover's body. The only thing garnishing the room was a dirty bed. He sat on it and sneezed as the smell of dust and strong body odors rose from the sheets.

"Eh. Many boys have been in these sheets 3; " Harvey grinned.

"Aren't you gonna initiate me?" he snapped boldly.

Harvey closed the door and smiled down at him, drinking his boyish beauty. Wesley quivered all over as the bigger boy moved one of his hand gracefully to softly caress his cheek.

"I really like you." he whispered while kissing his blond hair.

Wesley froze, mesmerized by the thirteen-year-old's gentleness. The boy unbuttoned his shirt and pinched his hard little nipples. His carpenter hands rubbed his belly and undid the buttons of his shorts. With a few slight tugs, he pulled them down and did the same to his skimpy panties exposing his hairless little genitals.

Wesley stared down at his limp little penis resting on his pink scrotum and watched as Harvey began to fondle it, his long fingers massaging his warm flesh. In no time, his boydick grew at full attention, rising to the occasion from the luscious stimulation.

He usually felt vulnerable when he was the only one naked but it was different this time. He was in love. Harvey's tender hand stroking his penis sent streaks of pleasure in his skinny body, making him whimper.

"Play with yourself Wes 3; I love to see you come." Harvey whispered.

He wrapped his fingers around his young rod and caressed the swollen head before jacking off madly for his friend. His little balls bounced with each pump of his wrist. What a grotesque show he was putting on, he thought. Harvey's bulge down the front of his pants increased, threatening to make every button of his fly explode like popcorn.

He watched envious as Harvey finally lowered his trousers and white briefs to his ankles. His big hardened pole emerged from the fabric, glistening from natural lubricant. Wesley's eyes locked on his groin, on the thick cock fully erect and the big awesome ballbag just below.

Harvey moved closer, towering over him. "Don't stop now!" he complained. In all his adoration, he had stopped jerking his little prick. He gripped it again and stared at his hand squeezing his dick then at his friend's hand doing the same on his teen tool.

They gazed at each other's penis, watching their fingers work on the hot boymeat.

"That's it, beat your peter!" Harvey panted.

Wesley's heart skip a beat. He had never seen Harvey so excited. His cock was red, his face was red and he was nearly out of breath. The thirteen-year-old straddled his lap, slowly guiding his dick closer to his little member. The penises kissed head to head as they masturbated and giggled. Harvey's cock was hard as steel and Wes couldn't believe he was having such an effect of the object of his affection.

Pleasure raced madly into his little penis. His muscles cramped up and his moans turned to grunts as he climaxed on the bed. Harvey seeing his blond friend's body twitching, perked up and jerked his dick off faster and faster until his sperm shot out onto his flat belly, splashing his little hairless tower at the same time.

Wesley grinned, smearing the slimy goo on his tummy. He brought his fingers to his lips, tasting for the first time exquisite boyjuice.

"It tastes good!" he peeped, stuffing his mouth with more semen.

"That's because I made it just for you 3; "

Over the weeks, they'd go there often, everytime Wesley needed to be satisfied. They had made an oath to always tell each other when it was 'time'. Harvey obeyed the young kid's hormones without complaining, pleasuring his little hard-on with his mouth and always bringing him to a bumpy but dry climax. Wesley would suck his magnificent tool too and swallow his load greedilly for he believed it would make him grow strong and tall.

Wesley loved saturdays, because it was the day Leroy supposedly would take them to the country for a swim. It always rained of course and they stayed in London time and time again.

But finally, a sunny saturday came around. He glanced at the beautiful orange ball in the sky gleefully, looking forward to his first bath in weeks.

Leroy rented a horse-drawn carriage and they hit the road for two hours. The boys exchanged obscene jokes, jammed one against the other. Weirdo made his famous faces, sticking fingers up his nose, rolling his eyeballs until there was only white, doing all kind of tricks with his tongue.

The spot Leroy took them was idyllic. A small clear river was engulfed in a forest of tall trees. Everywhere Wesley looked there was green. Kids and their parents picnicked dressed in fancy clothes. As you can imagine, the eleven of them scared them away in no time.

The kids in the gang quickly peeled their rags off.

"Don't forget to wash your clothes!" screamed Leroy.

The younger ones stripped to the buff but Wesley noticed the older ones kept their underwear. A symbol of their status probably. So he didn't remove his torn briefs and jumped in the water with all of them.

They passed the three soaps around from hand to hand. He loved to watch the boys scrubbed their little bodies, wash away the dirt of weeks cooped up in the attic. Everywhere they cleaned, the skin would come out white like snow. He never thought they could be so shiny and white. The young tykes were pushing themselves, their penises dangling between their legs or half-erect.

His turn came and he cleaned his filthy body and blond hair. He reached between his legs and soaped up his hard little boydick and hairless balls. Amongst all that yelling and squealing, he didn't care to hide his excited organ. It protruded out of his undies for all to see.

When the kids had finished their washing, they splashed each other and climbed in the trees, naked like cheeky monkeys. Carrot Head yelled like a gorilla, puffing out his chest and hitting it with his fists, before diving in the river from a tall branch. All the gang was happy for once. Even Leroy was smiling, sitting on the bank.

Staring at all those bare asses and flailing genitals made Wesley horny like a devil. He stole a bar of soap and invited Harvey to follow him.

"Come on! I wanna show you something!"

They plunged into the forest until he couldn't hear the giggles from the youngsters.

A nice clearing appeared before his eyes and he coaxed Harvey over there. Standing face to face with the confused teen, he looked down at his wet white briefs. The thin damp fabric couldn't conceal his big balls and the shriveled teenage cock slowly waking from its stupor.

Wesley wrapped his arms around the boy nervously and hugged him tight. He kissed him awkwardly on the lips as if putting in practice lessons of love. The older boy returned the passionate embrace and soon their tongues were swirling in each other's mouth. They ground their crotch together feeling the hardness of young erections growing. Harvey definitly liked the blond boy's plan for the afternoon.

The soft fuzz over Harvey's lips fascinated Wes. He touched it and it felt like the feathers of a chick. Busily, he explored his black hair, handsome face and hairless armpits. Harvey cupped his firm buttocks and squeezed them hard, kneading them like dough. They french kissed madly again, letting their hands roam all over their smooth bodies.

Harvey briefs were heavy from the water and the little bush on his pubic mound was exposed. Wesley knelt and eased both thumbs under his waistband to lower his underwear. The beautiful tool exploded in his face, hard and proud. He wrapped my fingers around it and pulled the foreskin back to uncover the mushroom shaped head.

The five inch [12½ cm] prick was shorter than Shawn's but it was much thicker. He turned the cake of soap in his hands a few times and lathered up the pulsating boner until it was coated with the slimy substance.

"What are you doing?" Harvey demanded.

Wesley smiled wickedly and pulled down his underwear, giving him a glimpse of his hard boydick before he crawled on all fours in the grass.

"Stick it up my butt!" he begged, pushing the tips of his fingers in the cleft of his small ass.

"I can't! I've wanted for weeks to break your little bum 3;but Leroy will kill me if he finds out you've had it in there."

"It's too late. I already did it!"

"With whom? Rocko?" Harvey replied with a puzzled look on his face.

"I won't tell ya. Now SHOVE it in me! We don't have much time."

The thirteen-year-old didn't hesite this time and knelt behind him stroking his lubed cock. A drop of nectar appeared from his pisshole and mixed with the bubbles of the soap. Wesley twisted his head around wanting to see as much as possible of the big meat invading his hungry backside.

Harvey placed his pole straight in front of his little anus and applied forward pressure. The big knob burst in his ass. All of a sudden, pain shot from his tiny hole. He yelled like a siren.

"AHHHHHHHHHH OOOOOOoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo"

"Shut up! Someone will hear." Harvey freaked. Before attempting any further penetration, he gagged the twelve-year-old with his little wet underpants. Then, he stared at his large cock and the task at hand. He had to make his organ slither like a snake to push it inside the little bottom.

"Ohhhh you're so tight 3; are you sure you did it?" he asked.

But Wesley couldn't answer with the underwear in his mouth and he couldn't tell him how good it felt to have his hard cock inside him. He just moaned.

Harvey pushed all of his hunk of flesh in his rectum and began fucking him roughly. Wesley imagined the boy would be gentle but then again he didn't mind the aggressive lovemaking. His anal sphincters were as loose as he could let them to greet the hot wand of flesh.

Soon the five inch [12½ cm] rod was plowing his little butt to the hilt. Thrusting deep in his guts then pulling back, emprisoned by the stretched contours of his anus. Faster and faster, he felt it slamming home, taking possession of his insides.

He looked back and found Harvey bitting his lips and staring at his hard penis sliding in and out of his butthole. They weren't alone. Between the bushes, he could see two other kids doing a sixty-nine in the scrubs. That vision aroused him even more. He wanted Harvey to fuck him hard, fuck him so hard that he would come anally.

The black-haired boy must have heard his thoughts because he held his hips and started to sodomise him steady and powerfully. He closed his eyes and savoured every gigantic thrusts of the hot cock deep inside him.

Harvey pulled on the blond hair on the back of Wesley's head and rammed furiously his large prick between his little buttocks, sending his big balls bouncing against his.

"Oh yeah Wes 3;uh uh that's so good 3;uh uh uh I could fuck you all day!"

The two other boys Wesley was watching changed position and the younger one was getting fucked up the ass just like him. He buried his finger in the moist earth, trying to keep from collapsing forward as Harvey fucked him with an incredibly frantic pace. Beads of sweat from the teenager's forehead dropped on his smooth back like droplets of boiling wax.

"Ohhh ohhh it hurtsss soooo good ohhhhh"

Harvey's moans of pleasure rose in the clearing like an incessant chant to the god of sex. Wesley lowered his head and looked between his legs at his own boyish wiener sticking up, anticipating orgasm.

Harvey's rock hard organ was rubbing his little prostate, the thick shaft tickling his vibrant asshole. It was so intense, he thought he would eat his underwear! The fabric was disintegrating from the grinding of his teeth.

All that action in his butt and the sight of the two other boys fucking triggered the greatest electric shock in his young dick. He felt his balls tightening, climbing up in his groin. "UHH!" he yelped and began to spurt for the first time. The jet of semen shot three feet [90 cm] from him! It was a glorious event. He was a man. His little cock shot again in the grass and the hot spunk dripped from the tip of his purple knob.

He wanted to hug Harvey, to tell him how much in love with him he was but the boy was obviously too busy fucking his behind. From the animalistic groans coming from his throat, he knew he was about to come and prepared himself to be filled.

Harvey was fucking his ass brutally now and breathing hard. A gush of warm sperm exploded in his bowels. Harvey didn't stop pumping his ass, feeding his little red hole all the hot jism he could produce. The big penis finally pulled out of his body leaving him with a feeling of emptiness.

They didn't have time to appreciate the afterglow. Twenty minutes had gone. They put on their briefs, grinning at each other. Harvey kissed him softly and he led him to the other couple. They crept closer trying not to make a sound, until they could discern who these shadows were.

It was Weirdo. He was porking a nine-year-old brown-haired boy. His face, as usual, was contorted with pleasure. He humped steadilly, taking all of his young dick out of the little boy's ass only to thrust back inside him a second later.

"That's his little brother Skeeter 3;" Harvey informed Wesley.

As he watched them go at it, Wesley pondered how it would have been to have a big brother like Weirdo. Someone who would have taugh him everything early on.

The child was used to buttbanging. He was smiling like an angel and fondling his tiny penis as the his elder pounded his small butt. Weirdo pulled out and leaped quickly to shoot his load in the giggling boy's face. The lad opened his mouth and swallowed most of his big brother's offering.

During the walk back to the river, Wesley talked about how tight he was. Harvey told him he was one great fuck and his bosom swelled with pride. But then he went on about the seven-year-old he had raped when he was eleven. He confided it was the tightest hole in the universe.

Harvey's sperm was oozing from his gaping butthole, forming a wet spot in his underwear right between his little buns. The hot substance escaping from his bum and the conversation about tight holes gave him immediately another boner. From that day on, he was horny all the time.

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