Debonair

Rent Me

I don't really know why I went. Come to think of it, it is definitely the craziest thing I ever done. But this was an opportunity I could not let pass by.

At thirty-five, I was your average perv, trading pictures and old flicks through secured servers. I thought that the kid saying 'zoom zoom' in the car commercial really needed a good fuck and Aaron Carter was some sort of demigod. It had never been my inclination to actually have physical contact with a young boy, although it had been one of my strongest fantasy. I was content in watching the images and living in my secret sordid world.

My dearest friend in the underground was a guy with the alias grayhawk. Another lost soul roaming in the seedy side of cyberworld.

It had come as a total surprise when he divulged that he could hook me up with a man who was renting boys for cash. The sinister revelation lingered on my mind for weeks. At first, I had declined the offer.

But the whole thing was troubling and causing me to reassess the last shreds of moral values I had in me. Perhaps this once? After all, those kids are probably used to it? A rent boy is not exactly like your clean cut family kid with freckles and a dog?

Grayhawk had uploaded a short clip of one of these boys performing. The opening shot showed a black kid of about twelve sucking on a man's bloated cock. The image was low quality, but you could see clearly his fleshy lips swallowing the white meat with gluttony.

Then the kid was bent in two and taking that monster prick deep into his little butt. The scene was hardcore and the powerful guy displayed no mercy, shoving his huge cock all the way into his distended anus.

The kid was panting and screaming, "FUCK ME! AGHH FUCK ME! Ooooo FUCK ME IN THE ASS."

It went on for five minutes of hard anal sex, up to a point where the fella sprayed his white jizz all over the smooth ebony skin of the exhausted child.

I asked grayhawk for the coordinates of his contact and let the piece of paper turn yellow on the corner of my desk. Until finally, I feared I would go insane.

My fingers were shaking when I dialled the number. The voice on the other end of the line was mellow and deep.

"Hello."

"Hi, I'm calling regarding the kittens? You know, the kittens of Ginger," I muttered, pronouncing the pass phrase slowly.

"Oh yes, we still have several kittens to give away. Maybe, you would like to see them first?"

"Yes, sure."

"You can meet me on Glendale street tonight at eight, I will be in a silver Audi."

"Of course."

"Our kittens are very cute. I'm positive you will like'em and take one home. Mister?"

"John Smith."

"Ah yes, John Smith, of course. See ya tonight."

"Goodbye."

The man in the silver Audi was somewhat distinguished, around fifty and completely the opposite of what I had imagined a pimp for kids would be. He was dressed casually and smiled a lot, as if this was just another chit chat. I was afraid to look at him, thinking he might suspect I was a cop.

"This is how it goes," the fellow began, throwing a large photo album in my lap. "You pick one up. You get him for Saturday and bring him back to his house on Sunday morning. It's a thousand bucks, no bargaining. Once the kitten is under you care, anything goes. But I don't wanna see any bruises, scratch or the faintest mark on my baby, or else I will have to kill you."

I nodded nervously, caught in the serious stare of my interlocutor.

"This business is very difficult," the man continued. "These are strict rules you must abide."

"I understand."

The soft glow of the streetlight was shimmering through the car window. I opened the album and gazed at the first boy. He was a Latino kid with a baseball cap crooked sideways. Under his picture, his data was written in neat rows. Name, Gonzalo. Age, 13. Dick, not circumcised, 3" [7½ cm] soft, 6" [15 cm] hard. Cum, yes. Some pubic hair. etc.

"The younger ones are the end," my host informed me.

I flipped the first dozen pages quickly, wondering how the guy could offer such a wide variety of young males. Asian boys, black boys and all-American Caucasian children, some as young as seven. One lad in particular, drew my attention right away.

"This one!" I exclaimed, reading his stats: Name, Freddie. Age, 10. Height, 4'3" Ft. [1.30 m] Weight, 105 pounds [48 kg]. Hair, brown, wavy. Likes, swimming and South Park.

"Freddie's not been rented very often," the man said. "Generally, the clients go for blond lambs. It's a good choice. He's docile, kinda whinny though. But he has a hot lil' butt. You will enjoy him 3;"

I peered one last time at his picture. The imp was grinning. His unkempt brown hair was a mess, his eyes were beady and a sprinkle of unsightly freckles dusted his button nose. But he was the cutest to me and I couldn't wait to meet him.

"So, we will get together again here on Saturday morning at nine sharp," the man woke me from my trance. "Bring cash and we'll go pick up this little rascal. Okay, John?"

"Yes, I'll be there."

"My name is Garry by the way. I can been reached at the same cell phone number anytime 7-24, in case there's a problemo. You have a car? to carry the cargo?"

"Yes."

On that morning, I followed the silver Audi with my clanky old Mustang. We traveled in the city to the east side, until we reached a huge apartment complex made of brown bricks. I tagged along with the gentleman inside the run down building.

"Brace yourself, we take the stairs. Don't wanna be seen in the elevator," the fella blurted out.

As we slowly made our way up to the 12th floor, a mix of excitement and remorse filled my soul. I still didn't trust the guy and figured he would run away with my grand. Or that he was some cop leading me into a trap.

"Tomorrow morning, you bring Freddie back here," the man said, in between gasps of breath. "Are you going to your place with him?"

"No, I rented a cabin in the woods. We're gonna go at the water park also."

"Freddie will like that."

"I hope he likes me 3;"

"I think he will like you. A young athletic guy like you can get any boy to like him."

"I guess so," I replied, somehow flattered by the remark.

"It doesn't matter anyways. These squirts know what they have to do. Sometimes, they try to get out of the deal. Don't get fooled. If Freddie doesn't cooperate, shake him around. But no bruises, remember."

"Yes."

"I'm sure Freddie will be the perfect boy slut. He's got some experience. Just do whatever you feel like. He's not gonna break. Hell, fuck him hard up the ass all night if you want! It's yer money. Make his lil' butt sore for a few days."

I blushed slightly from the lurid conversation, getting aroused by the prospect of the sweet day ahead. We reached the 12th floor and knocked on the door of 12C.

The woman who introduced us inside was a blonde bombshell with pointy nails and too much makeup around the eyes. I stepped in awkwardly and looked at the little boy sitting Indian style in front of the television. Freddie was even more attractive in person than on his picture. He threw a dispassionate glance at me and returned his stare to the tv, fondling nervously the strap of his gym bag.

"Here's your cut, Christy," the pimp said cheerfully, handing out an envelope to the woman.

She browsed through the wad of bills and raised her cold eyes in my direction. My heart was already pounding from the intensity of the crazy situation. I couldn't believe it was so easy. Just walking in and paying this mother to rent her child for sex.

"You know, you disgust me!" she glared at me.

I remained frozen, unable to gather the courage to argue with her that she was certainly as disturbed as I was. I just stood there, afraid to do and say anything.

"That's the way it is," Garry came to my rescue. "Try not to put all that money up your nose this time, Christy," he sneered.

She leered at the man before returning her stare to me. "Please, don't hurt him. He's only ten," she pleaded.

I nodded and Garry called the boy to us. "Hey, Freddie, bring your butt over here."

The kid rose from the floor nonchalantly, carrying his big gym bag.

"You're all clean and ready?" the pimp asked him.

"Uh-uh," the boy yipped.

Christy stroked her son's hair a moment and let him go.

Inside my old Mustang, Freddie sat quietly, while we began our long two-hour trip into the woods. He seemed so small in the leather seat, strapped under the safety belt. There was an embarrassing tension in the air, since we both knew what was the purpose of our encounter.

From time to time, I took my eyes off the road to look at him. He was perfect. That day, he had on a t-shirt and tight navy blue shorts. I couldn't restrain myself from placing my hand on his skinny thigh to feel that smooth angelic skin.

"Did you bring your swimsuit?"

"Yes," he peeped.

"We're gonna go at the water park this afternoon!"

Freddie faked a smile, but I could tell he was still nervous. "You can do whatever you feel like. You can eat whatever you like!" I added.

"Pizza!" he lightened up.

"Yep. All day if you want."

"Do you have video games?"

"Sure. Two consoles in the trunk."

"Cool!"

That seemed to summon a genuine grin from the kid. And he started to loosen up, bombarding me with personal questions. Where do you live? How old are you? What do you do? Did you ever kill anyone?

I answered truthfully, elated that he was coming out of his shell. Contrary to what I had previously imagined, Freddie was outgoing and rather blunt. Much smarter than I had expected for a kid from the east side.

Halfway in our journey, he looked up at me with his beady green eyes. "Are you gonna do sex with me?" he demanded point blank, grinning slyly.

"Yes. Lots of it."

Then with a smallish voice, he asked me. "Do you wanna put your dick in my butt?"

I couldn't help but smile. It would definitely be the only time in my life, a kid would ask me that. "Yes. That's the best part," I said.

The answer dampened his enthusiasm slightly. But he seemed resigned.

Silence filled the car for a while.

"Do you have a big penis?" he inquired sheepishly, a minute later.

"It's not so huge," I lied.

Seeing that Freddie was getting uncomfortable, I revealed the agenda for the day, in the hopes of calming him. "Listen, we're gonna stop at Pizza hut. Then when we get to the cabin, we'll suck each other off. After that, we go to the water park. You can play video games all evening, and then you're gonna be a good boy before bedtime for me. Okay?"

Freddie nodded.

The cabin was the ideal haven. Secluded in the forest, the wooden shack was miles from any annoying neighbour. I ushered Freddie inside and guided him to the bedroom. He sat shyly on the bed, burping his pizza, while I closed the blinds. Then it felt, like I had trapped the boy. He was mine and I was horny.

Instinctively, Freddie began to undress. "Stop! I wanna do that!" I exclaimed.

The kid shrugged his shoulders and I leaned to remove his sneakers. Then his miniature white socks. "Are you scared?" I whispered.

"Nope," he peeped.

My head was nearly splitting in two. I had spent years dreaming about this moment and now the boy was there for me to play with his golden little dick. I pinched myself to make sure I was awake.

I stripped off his t-shirt and kissed his flat boy chest. His small titties were hard. I suckled them amorously. "Quit it! It tickles!" he cried out laughing.

Then down and off went his shorts. I was left with a pretty ten-year-old specimen clad in tight red bikini briefs. There was an unmistakable little bulge in the fabric. It was Freddie's little piece of boy-meat struggling to be freed.

He sat on the bed quietly, wiggling his toes, purring like a kitten as I massaged his flesh gently. I beamed, seeing the kid get aroused from my ministrations.

Freddie raised his butt from the mattress and I lowered his underwear down to his ankles in one motion. His small weenie sprang out instantly into view. My sore eyes drank in the succulent beauty of the small circumcised cock and tiny jellybean shaped testicles. Freddie giggled as he saw a look of passion and longing seize my face.

"Awwwwww, c'mon and bring that little thing closer!" I pleaded.

The boy shuffled over, his stiff cocklet swinging in circles and his balls flopping up and down. He stopped only when his genitals were just inches from my face. I stared closely at the heart-shaped head and tiny piss slit. Then my eyes perused the scant length of thin shaft, where it disappeared into the wrinkly skin of the boy's scrotum.

I licked his little bag and traced the short distance of his penis with my wet tongue, tickling the tip with quick flicks. The child shivered with pleasure as my hand wrapped around his small dick and gently began to masturbate him. I could see the little dick head pop in and out of view as my warm hand rode up and down the shaft. The looks of grateful rhapsody on the boy's mug were a pure delight.

With my other hand, I began to fondle the kid's little jewels. One by one I rolled each lightly in between my forefinger and thumb and tickled the sensitive spots under the boy's sac. Freddie moaned softly.

"Does that feel good?" I inquired.

"Yessss," he replied with vim.

"How about this!"

I took the precious boy meat into my mouth and swished my hot tongue all around the bulging head.

"Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeahhhhhhhooooooohhooo" Freddie moaned loudly.

The kid threw his head back as I sucked his boycock all the way into my mouth so that I could tickle his tiny testicles with the tip of my tongue. Meanwhile, my hands kneaded the his white asscheeks. They were so small and firm. By now Freddie was a quivering mass of ecstatic jelly.

I turned him over swiftly and shoved my spongy tongue right up his anus. The little boy collapsed on the bed, whimpering with joy as I violated his little hole with moist stabs of my oral probe. He humped the bed and his cries of pleasure resonated throughout the cabin.

I was in heaven seeing that little naked lad enjoy every bit of my sexual exploration to the fullest. He spread his legs wide, allowing my mouth to feast on his butt, or chew his little balls, and suck in his entire genitalia. Whenever, I gazed at his face, he broke a wicked smile, telling me how much he loved my devotion to his body.

I stood up and dropped my jeans to my knees. Freddie crawled to me without my asking. His tiny fingers slipped in the waistband of my briefs and pulled them down. The kid's cherub-like mug was right in front of my leaking half-hard cock.

He gazed up and gave gentle pecks to my hardening prick. Then he started to fondle my cock, pulling at the base, grabbing tiny handfuls of pubic hair. The imp toyed with my balls, taking each in his little hands and jiggling them playfully.

Without warning, the little whore took the head of my dick into his young mouth. My brain nearly exploded. I became fully erect almost instantly. He proceeded to suck my staff like a pro at once, taking my whole cock into his mouth in one gulp. Up and down, swirling the tip of his tongue on the base of my balls as his face plunged into my pubic hair.

"Ohhhhhh yeahhh Freddddie," I exhaled.

His little hands grabbed my hairy buns and guided my hips into each thrust, and with each thrust, the little bugger gagged and drooled. Too stunned to even moan, I just let the kid take complete control. And he played me like a fiddle.

From time to time, the rascal paused and giggled, tickled pink by the overwhelming daze he had bestowed upon me. I loved to watch his stubby fingers wrapped around my fat eight inch [20 cm] prong, while his tiny pink tongue danced all around the crown of my bloated cock head. And I urged him to go on.

His entire mouth area was a mess of cock juice and spittle. It had never come to my mind that a pre-pubescent child could be such a dirty pig. I drank in all the images of that sweet kid, kneeling buck-naked in front of me, swallowing as much of my rod as he could.

With my dick still lodged deeply in his throat, waves of bliss began to pound my senses. I was getting close, too close. In fact, I didn't want this to end just yet. But the inevitable fatality was not to be denied.

Excitedly, I grabbed the back of his head with one palm. "Ohhhh, eat my cum, baby! C'mon, eat my sperm 3;," I mumbled.

Freddie opened his trap wide and waited, my cock head poised on his bottom lip. The first gush of seed, erupted up his nose. The others spewed rapidly into his cavity. I mooed like a bull, shooting my wad into this cute kid's mouth. The puddles of white goo formed around his teeth and on his tongue. My cock was blasting again and again, splashing his palate. He gulped down the mouthfuls of cock cream and licked his lips.

I jumped on the boy and carried him on the bed where I ravenously attacked his stiffy with my mouth. "Can you cum, Freddie?" I asked.

"Yes! Yes!" he screamed.

My lips clamped tight around the little morsel. I bobbed my head furiously, sucking away at the vibrant kiddy cock. Freddie wrapped his legs around my torso and dug his heels in my back. I was to suck him off, whether he wanted it or not.

The boy chanted along with the mounting pleasure. "UHhhh uhhh uhhhhhhh". Right then, I knew I had made a wise choice of selecting a fuck shack out of the way. The kid's screams of joy rose into my ears. And just as I was wondering how much more of this the kid could take, my answer came.

The juvenile body spasmed and trashed under me, boyfeet flailing in the air. I glanced at his face. Traces of cum were still clinging to his smile. "You're a good boy, Freddie. A very good boy," I said.

For most of the afternoon, I lounged on a beach towel, watching Freddie try every slide in the water park. Even though, he had drained me, I still got aroused whenever he raced by in his tight yellow speedo, just to say hi. The snug fabric was hugging his glorious taut globes. And I had a hard time believing, my cock would be up that hot lil' butt soon.

The other boys he befriended were wearing those horrible Bermuda-styled trunks. Some were sexy little brats, with blossoming masculine chests and protruding pouches down in front. All in all, it was a pleasant afternoon, basking in the sun, surrounded by wet boys frolicking.

Back at the cabin, we finished the pizza and I let the kid get an overdose of video games. Before that, I made sure he took a dump and slipped a small butt plug into his anus, in order to relax his little muscle all evening. Freddie did not protest.

He sat on my lap and hogged the gamepad, trying all the cartridges I had brought. He did not budge when my hand slithered into his pyjama bottom to play with his hairless nuts. Whenever he popped a stiffy, I caressed it, fondling the rigid little morsel tenderly. My fingers explored every centimetre of his baby hard-on.

I could sense the pleasure grow inside his body. He would stiffen momentarily, enjoying the naughty tingling. His randy immature boydick was no match for my experienced hand. I played his delicate organ like a virtuoso and dragged him over the edge with measured strokes. His squeaky yelp of joy was delightful.

After he'd cum, he would flash me a wicked grin of appreciation and return his concentration to the video game. Thirty minutes later, I continued the ritual, masturbating him with the same fervour and making him reach a bumpy dry climax again and again and again.

After his fifth orgasm, darkness had invaded the cabin. It was time to move to the bedroom. I had taken a whole pill of viagra to ensure I would not waste the golden opportunity because of my nervousness. Being unable to get it up when you're in the company of a willing ten-year-old boy is a darn shame.

I was wired, knowing what I was about to do to Freddie. Thankfully, everything was going as planned. The potent pill had accomplished its purpose and my cock was harder than a slab of concrete. Freddie assuredly felt it under his tushy. I could tell he knew I was horny for him, the way he was fidgeting like a prey too close to the wolf.

"You can play more videogames tomorrow," I told him gently.

"Okay," he peeped obediently.

We undressed in the bedroom. Freddie removed his pyjama shyly, probably aware of my lusting stare over his small body. I turned on two table lamps to flood the room with as much light as possible. The moment was exquisite and I savoured the sweet anticipation of sodomizing my first child. My young partner peered at my stiff fuckpole from the corner of his eyes with obvious worriment. He was not crying or afraid, but uneasy for sure.

I laid down next to him and caressed his leg. "Relax and loosen up."

I whispered, without really knowing what would be comforting words to say to him. "Turn on your tummy."

He nodded and flattened himself on the mattress. I popped the butt plug out of his anus and gazed at his winking bumhole, slightly dilated. His asscheeks made dimples as he attempted to shut his little sphincter, to no avail. I spread a copious amount of lube into his crack and watched it gleam in the light.

My rampant erection was leaking like a faucet. I mixed the juice with the anal lube, carefully covering the entire shaft. I was so hard I could not discern the foreskin on my swollen spike, as if I had been circumcised.

Freddie squeezed his eyes shut upon feeling my nosy prick furrowing between his buttocks. I dragged him up on all fours like a dog, and guided my bulbous knob into his slippery hole. The little bugger squealed like I was killing him as my large cockhead battled against the resistance of his protective muscle.

Time and time again, I tried to penetrate him, seeing my knob stretch his clasping assring, only to be forced out. "Here we go, baby. This time it's going in," I muttered. "You're a big boy who can take it in the ass."

The kid's wails and intermittent gasps of breath made it seem like we were on a roller coaster. I pushed with more determination, and entered slowly the oily tunnel to his rectum. "UGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Freddie screamed. He peeked behind him at the fat tube buried half-way into his small bottom and made a grimace of shock.

An immense torrent of pure joy washed over me, just seeing those round buns spread open by my swollen phallus. I sank into him some more, hearing his whinny complaints. He was so tiny under my big hairy stature, I thought I would break him.

My penis felt like a rod of infinite pleasure, strangled by the persistent vise of the kid's minuscule shithole. I buggered him softly, going deeper and deeper, invited by the warmth of his insides. Freddie placed his head on the mattress and winced from time to time as I slid in and out of him, getting him accustomed to my hardness.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeeeeah," he sighed.

I shifted his little body to the side, and locked my arm under his right knee. "Take it all in yer ass," I murmured, shoving another inch into him. "Ughhh!" the little boy yelped. "Come on, here it comes."

"Ughghhhh!"

Nearly the entire length had disappeared. I gripped him in a strong hug and rammed forcefully, cramming all eight inches [20 cm] up his backdoor. "OHHHH OHHHHHHH OHHHHHHHH" he yelled out, feeling completely full, I imagine.

In a swift move, I raised him over me and watched him dangle in the air, sitting on my pole, impaled to the hilt. He was lifeless, tired, as if I had stabbed him. I bucked my hips under him and he hobbled like Jell-O as I slammed my dick up his chute.

He had abandoned the fight, ceded his body. For the next minutes, I rolled on the bed, with the boy on the end of my fuckstick. I proceeded to slam harder, testing the limit, shoving my cock until he cried out in pain. After a while came a point, when his asshole was totally numb to the large diameter of my cock.

"Let's fuck good," I whispered in his ear, bending him on the edge of the mattress.

I grasped his thin shoulders with both hands and began banging his lil' butt with violent thrusts. His body jerked forward in my hands. I pistonned him hard in the ass, feeling the result of my powerful jabs, tugging on my arms.

"ANNGGHHH! ANGGGHHN! ANGGGHH" Freddie grunted.

It was better than all my fantasies of fucking little boys. The kid's tight hole was milking my rod, sucking it with its smooth gripping lips. My grunts of exertion mixed with Freddie's loud whines as I began rutting with him like a bull.

I lost the notion of time and my conscious melted. To my amazement, I found I could fuck the kid with much ease. My long cock was sliding smoothly in and out of his tight pucker. Whenever I plunge the full mass, he made a plaintive coo. It became my thrill, ramming my whole cock into him to hear that boyish yelp.

I climbed on the bed and continued fucking him there. The headboard bounced against the wall. My orgasm was still far away since I had already cummed earlier that afternoon and I felt I could fuck his ten-year-old ass long and hard all night.

I alternated between long interludes of longdicking and rapid burst of power fucking. My hips slapped against his firm buttocks as I rammed into him ball deep. The room was on fire. We were both covered with sweat. Freddie was getting dizzy from all that shaking but I continued with more rude thrusts into his small bottom.

Freddie was utterly exhausted and on the verge of fainting. It had been nearly an hour of non-stop sodomy. I bounced on top of him with all my weight, pile driving into his rectum and yelling: "Yeah! Take my big COCK in yer ASS! That's it! LIKE THIS! LIKE THIS! OHHHHH YEAH!"

The onset of my orgasm almost petrified me. I pulled out my spasming prick, shooting thick jets of cream. The inundation of sperm spewed onto the kid's back. His tiny asshole was now red and gaping, receiving its fair share of viscous sauce. I slipped into his sore anus again, vomiting the remainder of my load into his bowels.

When I woke up the next day, Freddie was not in the bed, nor anywhere in the cabin. For hours, I paced in the forest outside in an agonizing fit of panic. "FREDDIE! FREDDIE! Where the hell are you?" My heart was throbbing in my throat, realizing I was getting closer and closer to the deadline time for dropping the kid at his mom's.

I grabbed the cell phone and dialled Garry's number nervously.

"Hello."

"Garry, I'm keeping the kitten for another day, is that ok?"

"Uh? That's not part of the deal, John. Bring Freddie back right NOW."

"Just one more day," I said, cutting the line in a snap, thinking that perhaps, my lame ruse would buy me some time to find the fugitive.

I dashed on the dirt road, imagining the boy had run away, strolling toward the nearest village. With each passing minutes, my hopes of recovering the boy were diminishing.

In the distance, I could see the silver Audi speeding towards me. I did not even attempt to escape. It stopped abruptly next to me. Garry and another guy stepped out of the car with guns, approaching me with menacing stares. "Did you think we were dumb, John? Did you think you could get away from us? My friend here put a GPS locater under your car. Kinda neat, uh?"

"I lost him," I avowed.

"Where is he, John? Did you snuff him?"

"NO! I swear."

"You can't keep him, John. Do you think you can adopt him or something. I am very disappointed, John. I trusted you."

"He's around here! We just need to find him," I pleaded.

Both men pointed their firearms in my direction. I saw the burst of flames gushing from the silver barrels. And I was dead.

"Wake up, dammit!" the voice of Garry echoed in my ears.

I flinched momentarily in the hospital bed and looked up at the face of the man who had shot me. My head was aching and my limbs were electrified with pain.

"Listen up. You've been in a coma for six hours, John," the man said softly. "Been blabbering about fucking kids too! I was going nuts here. Your car was blindsided on the passenger side when we were going to pick up Freddie. You were out like a light."

I shook my head and examined the room around me. The whole thing was eerie and confusing. "Where's Freddie?" I whispered.

"At home."

"Oh, so nothing happened?" I inquired. The memories were so vivid, so real in my mind.

"It's all in yer brain. The doctor said you'll be out tonight. We can finish our deal next weekend. Ok, John? Same time, same place."

"I don't know, Garry. I don't know."

The End