WARNING: This is a fantasy story containing graphic sexual
contact between an adult male and an under age boy. Romany does
not condone nor support the sexual abuse of children. Romany
acknowledges the rights of freedom of speech and freedom of
opinions. It is your choice to read on. If you are under 18 LEAVE
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All names are purely fictional and any similarity to any person
living or dead is coincidental.


A Dangerous Infatuation 3: Anthony

By Romany

(M/b, oral, anal)

PROLOGUE

Poppy went to visit her grandparents in California. Stephen Slade
missed his young lover terribly. He and Poppy had become very
practiced in the art of love. He was growing very dependent on
her secretive visits, through the hidden gate in the high fence
that separated their two properties. And to make matters worse,
he was bored. Ever since his wife had died, Stephen was more than
capable of filling in his time without feeling lost or useless.
But his carnal dependency on his nymph Poppy had left him
struggling to fill his time until she returned.

THE MALL

It was an overcast and humid Tuesday in early August. Stephen had
gone to the local mall for a few items and had enjoyed the cool
air conditioning so decided to stay and wander the shops and
slyly eye the young nubile girls in their summer clothes. He
liked pubescent girls. But sometimes there is a youthful boy who
turns his head. Today is like many days and the eye candy is just
that. A pleasure to the eye. It was just after one o�clock and
Stephen was feeling a bit hungry so he made his way to the food
court with the intention of maybe getting a light Chinese meal.
He did the usual tour of the food stalls; it was the same boring
mixture of ethnic-for-western-palate, and burgers and subs. He
walked slowly around, rejecting the samples offered at each
outlet and stopped opposite an independent burger outlet. The
smell of the grilled beef was very inviting and so he stopped to
view the menu. As he scanned the board and decided it was all too
heavy despite the delicious aroma, he shifted his gaze to move on
when he noticed a young boy standing just in front, and to the
right of him. He looked about thirteen or fourteen. Stephen was
taken by the way his black hair was shaved at the back of the
neck; which revealed the long graceful neck which seemed to run
up the entire length of the back of his head. The top of the hair
was longer all round and seemed to form a crown over the shaved
hair below. He was dressed in a plain white polo, which had a
decidedly gray look about it. Someone�s mom wasn�t using
whiter-than-white soap powder. He wore a pair of baggy jeans and
black cross trainers. This was a relatively affluent area and he
looked a little downbeat to the type of youngster who frequented
the mall. He was looking at his left hand which contained a note
of some denomination and a few coins. He was working out what he
could buy with the money he held. Stephen didn�t realize he was
staring until the boy suddenly turned and looked directly at him.
His first reaction was to avert his gaze but Stephen felt that
would make his staring somewhat offensive so as if to prove he
was truly interested in talking to the boy, he stepped towards
him.

�Don�t you have enough money?� Stephen asked quietly.

The boy looked at him and then down at the money in his hand.

�I have enough for something,� he answered matter of factly.

�But not what you would like,� Stephen said looking for
confirmation.

He grinned wryly and nodded.

�Order what you want and I�ll make up the difference,� Stephen
said candidly.

The boy looked at the man quizzically. As he observed the boy
looking at him, Stephen saw that he had a handsome face with
large brown eyes. His eyelashes were long like a girls and he had
nice olive skin. He was definitely Caucasian but most likely of
Italian descent. He looked back at the menu board and then back
at Stephen. Probably trying to figure out why a complete stranger
was offering to help him.

�Go on. I�m already about to order,� Stephen lied. �An extra
dollar or two won�t break me.�

�OK. But I�ll pay you back,� he said.

�Fair enough,� Stephen added with a chuckle.

They both ordered burgers and fries and stood together and waited
for our meal.

�Are you from around here?� Stephen asked.

The boy shook his head and stared ahead.

�Well where are you from?� Stephen probed.

�White Plains,� he answered glancing up at the man.

The boy held Stephen�s gaze, and Stephen felt he was looking for
some sign of objection from him. Stephen smiled to reassure the
boy he was OK with him; no matter where he was from.

�How�d you get down here?� Stephen asked, trying to make small
talk.

�Bus,� was the boy�s simple reply.

�Oh, so you were working out how much you could spend without
running your fare short,� Stephen said, referring to when the boy
was studying the money in his hand.

He smiled sheepishly and nodded.

"Good scheme. Always have the bus fare home,� the man said
sagely.

The boy looked at him and then turned and stared back at the
burgers sizzling on the grill. Stephen decided the boy thought he
was some goofy old fart; perhaps a pervert and it was all he
could do to accept the charity without the conversation. They
stood in silence and Stephen felt he had pissed him off. The
burgers eventually came and they took the cardboard baskets to a
vacant table. Stephen was surprised as he had expected the boy to
speed off away from him but to his surprise he waited for Stephen
to head to a table and politely followed. They placed their food
on the table and looked at the assembled meals.

�Soda�we forgot soda,� Stephen said. �What would you like?�

The boy looked at the soda fountain and back at the smiling man.

�Pepsi,� he said.

Stephen went and paid for two cups and filled one with ice and
Pepsi, and one with ice and Sprite. He took them back to the
table and he was surprised to find the boy was waiting for him,
before starting to eat. Stephen placed the soda on the table in
front of the boy and sat down. Only when Stephen picked his
burger up to eat, did the boy touch his. They munched through the
wad of bun and meat and between bites Stephen learned his name
was Anthony. He lived with his solo mother in White Plains and he
was thirteen years old. Stephen asked him what he was doing to
fill in his time during the summer break and he simply shrugged
and said �nothing�. When asked where his father was, and he
avoided looking at the man and simply said �gone�. Eventually
they finished the burger and Stephen had not eaten all of his
fries as they were cold and unappetizing. The boy on the other
hand had eaten every scrap in his basket; he was obviously
hungry. He washed his food down with the last of his Pepsi and
then patted his mouth with a napkin. He saw Stephen had finished
and he eyed the few fries Stephen had left.

�Go on,� Stephen said with a chuckle.

Anthony polished off the remaining fries from the basket. Without
a word he rose and gathered up the trash and swiftly dumped it in
one of the swing-door containers close by. At this point Stephen
expected Anthony to excuse himself but he surprised him by coming
back and sitting down and faced him.

�Where would you like to go?� Anthony asked looking steadily at
Stephen.

Stephen sat impassive, somewhat surprised and confused by his
question. He didn�t answer.

�The men�s room; or maybe your car? Where?� Anthony prodded.

�My God! Was this boy picking me up?� Stephen thought. It
suddenly dawned on him. Anthony was a hustler. He thought Stephen
had picked him up by buying the meal. Given Stephen�s new found
interest in under age boys and girls, he had to admit he had
viewed Anthony as a chicken but that was just a superficial
assessment that he had been making on all the kids in the mall
that were this approximate age. Stephen was intrigued and
somewhat pleased at his luck.

�Where do you suggest?� Stephen asked evenly.

He looked around. The food court was busy and he then glanced at
the traffic coming to and from the Men�s room.

�Where�s your car?� he asked.

�Out in the parking lot from the west gate,� the man answered.

�Too open,� he said. �It�ll have to be the men�s room,� he said
it with an air of confidence.

�We could go to my place,� Stephen offered. �I live alone.�

Anthony shot him a stern glance.

�I don�t leave the mall with anyone,� he said evenly.

Stephen nodded.

�Can�t be too careful,� he answered in agreement.

The boy looked a little puzzled that Stephen hadn�t pressed him.

�Where do you live?� he asked, almost as an afterthought.

�On the shoreline. Looking across the sound,� Stephen explained.

He could see Anthony was working out that he lived in a fancy
neighborhood. He could tell by the furrow in the boy�s brow that
he was mulling over the safety of taking Stephen up on his offer
to go to his house. Weighing up the risk that he wasn�t a
sadistic pervert, perhaps.

�What do you do?� he asked.

�I�m retired. I�m also a widower,� Stephen answered. �I live
alone.�

�How would I get all the way back?� he asked tentatively.

Stephen�s pulse quickened. He could see Anthony was considering
it.

�I�ll either drop you at your door, or at any public transport
you wish,� Stephen said decisively.

He was excited and intrigued by this boy. All of the illicit
conquests he had had, apart from Poppy, were arranged for him and
he had paid for it. This was not as hard as Stephen might have
expected had he been overtly looking for a boy or girl to have
sex with; realizing now Anthony was willing, and believed Stephen
wanted sex from him. And the burger seemed to be the price of
first contact. And now they were simply haggling over the venue.

�OK. But only for an hour; half an hour,� he corrected himself.

�Half an hour it is,� Stephen confirmed.

They rose and he followed Stephen a few paces behind as they
headed for the west doors and out into the car park. Occasionally
Stephen glanced back and he could see Anthony was scanning the
mall for something, or someone. Stephen decided he wasn�t so much
looking for someone, but seeing if anyone was watching them
leaving together. Stephen felt that was why he remained a few
steps back. They came to a shiny black BMW and Anthony showed
obvious signs of admiration as he waited for Stephen to unlock
his door. He climbed in and buckled his seat belt.

�Cool car,� he said admiring the leather upholstery.

Stephen chuckled and as if to accentuate a pun, he turned on the
air conditioning. Anthony realized the deliberate action and
chuckled as he understood he had made the pun. The cool air blew
over him and he settled back with a broad grin.

AT HOME

Stephen drove quickly to his home and opened the garage door
remotely and pulled into the garage, closing the door behind
them. Once the door had closed he opened the car door and they
got out of the car and Anthony followed the man into the house.
Stephen turned, and looked at the boy and saw he was wide eyed in
amazement at the plush carpet and expensive furnishings. He led
him straight to the shade house out by the pool. Once inside he
turned and looked at Anthony. He was still taking in the scene of
the yard, the long swimming pool and the expensive casual
furniture in the pool house. He turned around as he took it all
in. Stephen knew he had never been in a house like this before.
His gaze finally ended up on the man who stood watching him;
hands lightly on his hips and legs slightly apart. Stephen was
now feeling a tingle of excitement. The journey was over and he
was intrigued to see what this young boy had in mind as payment
for his burger, fries and soda. Anthony quickly changed his
expression of admiration and awe at the surroundings, as he read
the man�s mind.

�What�s it to be?� he asked in a low tone.

�What would you suggest,� Stephen said evenly.

He shrugged but Stephen knew exactly how far he wanted to go.

�Come here,� Stephen instructed.

He walked slowly towards where the man stood and stopped just at
arms length from him. Stephen looked down at his almost pretty
face. He could have been a young prepubescent girl. His olive
skin and long lashes set off the pert nose and nice lips.

�Suck and fuck,� Stephen said evenly.

He swallowed hard.

�I don�t fuck,� he said nervously

�Suck and fuck,� Stephen repeated unfazed by his answer.

He ran his tongue over his lips which had gone dry at the request
for a fuck. Stephen could see Anthony was now perhaps regretting
coming here. He chewed at his lower lip nervously. Stephen nodded
down as a silent command to start. The boy swallowed again and
stepped inside arms length and closed in on the man. He looked
down and took the zipper of the trousers in both hands as he
eased it down. Stephen looked at the top of the boy�s head and he
could see the fingers beyond; nimbly going at their task. Soon he
felt Anthony grope outside his under shorts and then a hand went
into the opening and closed on a hard stiff cock. His hand
enclosed it and he drew it out. He gave a low gasp and looked up
at Stephen quickly. Stephen glowed with pride as he could see
Anthony was impressed with the size. He realized this old man was
no ancient gray haired geriatric. Anthony flicked a finger over
the head and Stephen felt him pull the foreskin down. He was
holding the cock in both hands now. A shock went through Stephen
and it was all he could do to not simply rape him on the spot.
Patience was required. He�d already signaled fucking was not a
favored option so Stephen felt Anthony most likely meant to give
him a blowjob only. Therefore Stephen didn�t want to spook the
boy by coming on rough and heavy. He was fascinated by this young
hustler; apparently working for food. Anthony stood jacking the
cock expertly and after a minute or two, Stephen began to think
this was all he was offering. The boy kept his head down and
concentrated on his work. It felt good to Stephen but he wanted
more than this. He placed his hands on Anthony�s shoulders and
the boy looked up quickly.

�Suck it,� Stephen instructed.

Anthony had a defeated look on his face and without complaint he
sank to his knees and let his warm mouth go over the mushroom
head. He started to work the cock with his hand and tongue. He
was obviously more than proficient at this and the combination of
the tongue swirling, and occasionally going further down in a
bobbing motion to compliment the steady jerking of the bottom
half of the cock with his two hands, had Stephen gasping with
delight. Anthony worked expertly and it took little time for
Stephen to feel the cum start to rise. He signaled the onset by
grabbing the boy�s head in his hands firmly and he started to
thrust back. Stephen half expected Anthony to recoil and spit him
out but the boy had anticipated this would happen and he held the
big cock tightly as he sucked harder. He wanted this to be over
quickly so it was better for him to be compliant and encourage
the release rather than fight it. Stephen cried out and erupted
into the sucking mouth with a gasp, and Anthony hung on bravely
as Stephen pushed forward and deep. Anthony was surprised despite
having started to prepare himself, and gagged a couple of times
but had no option but to stick to the task; so tightly was the
man gripping his head. Stephen was humping his face and spewing
the cum into him. The man was amazed how practiced this boy was
at taking the flood of warm salty semen and finally when he could
spend no more, Anthony kept his mouth over the head and swirled
it with his tongue as if to cleanse it. Stephen released his head
and Anthony took the cock from his mouth. He had swallowed the
lot without spilling a drop. Stephen could hear him swallowing.
Much as a child swallows; gulping to clear the taste of a bad
medicine. He kept his head down and kept jacking the still hard
cock slowly. Stephen nudged his shoulder and nodded for him to
stand. He swallowed and looked up at the man who was now lightly
stroking his hair, and had a rather superior look on his face.

As Anthony stood, Stephen moved his hand to the front of the
boy�s baggy jeans and ran it firmly up the crotch. He smiled at
what he found there. The boy�s erection was evident inside the
denim. Usually most hustlers did not get any sense of arousal
from performing on Johns. This boy was obviously aroused by what
had just happened. That meant he liked it. There was an element
of mutual enjoyment on his part. This was a real plus and maybe
Stephen could work on that to get him to go further than the suck
he had just completed. He squeezed the modest sized cock through
the jeans and Anthony�s eyes closed slightly. He was trembling;
standing motionless as the hand slowly massaged him through his
jeans. Stephen moved a hand to the jeans button and zipper and
deftly opened the flies. Anthony�s eyes were almost shut and the
man chuckled to himself. The boy may be a hustler but he yet to
become detached about sex from his perspective. Anthony was
wearing briefs and Stephen pulled the waistband out and looked
down at the young cock when it sprang free. The teenage boys cock
is amazing in just how hard it gets. The joys of youth and
health. He could see the boy was uncircumcised and the angry
little mushroom head stood proud of the retracted foreskin;
slipped back by the engorging of blood in the stiff rod. The cock
was surprisingly pale in comparison to his outer body complexion.
Stephen wrapped a hand around his shaft and engulfed it nearly
completely. By now Anthony was breathing heavily and had sagged a
little at the knees. His mouth was slightly open and occasionally
he gulped like a gold fish at the enjoyment created by the hand.
Stephen stroked the cock while lightly stroking the boy�s face
and slowly eased him back to an armchair and Anthony sat back as
he felt his butt touch the cushion. Stephen quickly shucked the
boy�s jeans, removing the trainers as the leg holes bunched on
them. Then he removed the briefs. Anthony had grasped the
armchair sides and lifted his legs to assist the man stripping
him naked to the waist.

Stephen went down on him. He easily engulfed the small erect cock
and he sank to his knees to get his posture more comfortable. He
gave this mall rat a long and languid sucking, and on the
downward movement he dribbled saliva which ran down the sparsely
haired balls and into the butt crack. Anthony was groaning
audibly, and constantly, and he was moving his head from side to
side. Stephen focused his gaze on the darker crease near the
pucker, and slowly moved a finger to the ass crack and slipped
between the buttocks searching for the anus. He soon felt the
rough little pucker and slid a finger slowly round it. Anthony
stiffened and groaned at the touch. The man kept his hand there
while sucking fervently and the boy�s control was melting as he
tried jerking up to meet the urgent sucking of the mouth. Stephen
eventually eased off working the cock and gently nudged first one
leg, then the other up over the arms of the chair. The boy
complied and soon he was wide open and Stephen seized the chance
to insinuate a finger into the little rose-hole. Anthony groaned
deeply as he felt the finger slip into the first knuckle. The
saliva had helped but it wasn�t adequately lubing the inner
warmth of the rectum. Stephen worked him quietly and slid the
invading finger in to the second knuckle. He paused and briefly
focused on the blowjob to let the boy grow accustomed to the
invasion of his asshole. It worked as Stephen felt the clenching
of the sphincter on his finger relax noticeably as the boy began
to gibber to the pleasure the mouth and hand on his cock were
giving him. Now feeling the loosening of his sphincter, Stephen
let his finger tip move around inside; searching for the prostate
gland that would bring the boy joy. He had never ever done this
before but Stephen had read accounts of women performing this
expertly in the adult bathhouses of Japan. He sensed when he hit
it as the cock quivered in his hand and mouth, and Anthony
squirmed in the chair and groaned louder. Having identified the
spot, Stephen simply flicked it rhythmically and increased the
pressure with his mouth and tongue on the cock. Anthony went ape
and suddenly cried out as his young body starting pumping his
release into the clasping mouth. Stephen engulfed him completely,
and just as the boy had done for him; he swallowed every drop of
his cum. Stephen let him come down from the orgasm and slowly
removed the invading digit from the tight asshole. Anthony winced
as it slipped out. He was still dry inside despite the saliva. He
was lying back with his mouth open, slack faced, and eyes closed.
Stephen sat back and looked at the thin semi hard cock sagging
between the thin outstretched legs; above his small balls and the
open crack of his buttocks and the small anus that was slightly
reddened by the finger�s assault. He slowly opened his eyes as he
sensed the silence in the room, no doubt wondering what the man
was doing. Stephen�s cock was still sticking out from his open
trousers; not having restored it to its rightful place in his
shorts before he blew the boy.

�No one�s ever done that for you before, have they Anthony?� he
said evenly.

The boy shook his head.

�Never,� he said simply.

�You liked it didn�t you,� Stephen continued.

�Yes,� was the simple reply.

�Would you like more of that from me?� Stephen asked.

Anthony drew his lower lip between his teeth, glanced away as if
considering his answer then turned back and nodded his agreement.

�Yes, yes I would,� he answered softly.

He focused on the adult cock, half erect and struggling to point
upwards. Stephen slyly regarded him staring at his cock.

�Do you like my cock to?� he asked the boy quietly.

Anthony looked up and locked eyes with Stephen�s and he nodded.

�It�s big. You�re strong,� he complimented Stephen.

�You can take it inside of you,� Stephen said evenly.

He looked alarmed and shook his head.

�You�re too big for me,� he said nervously.

 Stephen stretched a hand forward and caressed Anthony�s cheek
and then twirled his ear with his fingertips while he looked into
the boy�s brown eyes. Anthony shuddered at the caress and
trembled as he saw the look of hunger in the man�s eyes.

�You can take it Anthony. With the right preparation you can take
it all,� he crooned softly.

Anthony looked at the man; he felt helpless, and yet excited by
the looming menace he saw in the situation. He was powerless to
stop it here. The cock pointed at him and he closed his eyes
briefly, and he swallowed hard and nervously licked his dry lips.


�I am going to fuck you and there is nothing you can say or do to
stop me,� Stephen almost growled at the boy. Anthony looked at
him with a worried look on his face.

�I said I could only stay half an hour,� he said weakly.

�It�s been over half an hour already,� Stephen explained. �You
can stay all afternoon until I�m ready to take you home,� he
added firmly.

�Let�s go upstairs Anthony,� he said softening his tone.

The boy gulped again. Stephen sensed he wanted to stay but the
possibility of a big, hard, and fat cock into his young ass was a
situation he obviously had some misgivings about. But Stephen was
convinced he was more than experienced and comfortable with man
sex, including anal fucking. Yet Anthony felt he was losing what
little control he felt he had started out with. No doubt about it
that he had enjoyed this encounter so far but he was trying to
comprehend the next level that Stephen was suggesting. The man
took a hand and pulled the boy to his feet. Stephen then reached
down and gathered up the jeans and briefs. Anthony moved as if to
take them from Stephen but he flinched back so he couldn�t take
them.

�You carry your shoes,� Stephen instructed.

Anthony bent and picked up the trainers. He was naked from the
waist down except for his sox. The polo with its frayed bottom
looked ridiculous stopping just above his ass as he bent forward
to gather up the trainers. Stephen nudged his shoulder to move
and he made a feeble attempt to resist. A firmer push followed
and Anthony relented and started to move before the man as he was
guided towards the house. The adult cock naturally slipped inside
his open flies as Stephen walked and soon he was guiding him up
the stairs and into the bedroom. His face lit up at the
furnishings and splendor of the place. The room was tastefully
furnished yet everything was of good quality and expensive.

�Strip the shirt,� Stephen ordered.

He paused briefly then dropping his trainers onto the floor,
started to remove the shirt and revealed a flat chest with tiny
dark, erect nipples. Stephen took the polo from him and dropped
all of his clothes on a chair by the wall. From the back Anthony
could have been mistaken for a young girl. He was androgynous
with no visible signs he could not be a prepubescent girl as well
as a boy. He turned nervously to face Stephen who raised his
eyebrows in surprise that Anthony�s three-inch cock was once
again erect. Hard as hell with the little pink cock head showing
as it jutted out from his groin; with the faint covering of pubic
hair above the cock. The kid was turned on by the situation. Was
it the anticipation of sexual enjoyment, or was he erect because
of the authority Stephen was projecting? Whatever it was Stephen
decided this boy was definitely going to be a bottom. Stephen
stepped towards the pensive boy and took his cock in his hand and
started to jack it. Anthony groaned and pushed his cock forward
as encouragement; no doubt remembering the exquisite pleasure
Stephen had given him down in the shade house. Stephen quickly
grabbed at the bed-cover and pulled it mostly off the bed with
his free hand, while he held the cock in the other. The bottom
sheet was now exposed over most of the bed; apart from the
opposite corner at the foot of the bed where he couldn�t flick
the top cover right the way off. He continued jacking the small
cock rhythmically and soon Anthony had his eyes half closed and
his hips jutting forward as the man worked his young cock. After
a few minutes of this Stephen guided him to the bed and eased him
backwards across it. He stopped jacking momentarily to quickly
remove his shirt and shorts, kicking his shoes from his feet as
the shorts came off his legs. As Stephen removed his sox he
realized Anthony was still wearing his sox so he peeled them from
the boy�s feet and threw them on his pile of clothes on the
chair. They were both naked. Anthony lay back on the bed and
Stephen knew he was staring at his big cock; bobbing out from the
graying mass of pubic hair on the adult�s body. Stephen moved
quickly to a nightstand and took the Silk lubricant from the
drawer. He dropped it by his hip on the bed cover and leant over
the boy and began to masturbate the erect teen cock once more.
Anthony lay watching intently as Stephen jacked him. The precum
was starting to shine over the small cock head as the hand was
flowing easily back and forth as Stephen concentrated on holding
it tightly between fingers and thumb. He bent and slowly took the
cock into his mouth once again, and Anthony groaned audibly as
the man started to suck him for the second time in twenty
minutes.

Oral sex with Anthony wasn�t the first time Stephen had had a
cock in his mouth. Far from it. When he was no more than
fourteen, he was a very willing mouth for a friend of his
father�s who had kindly given him a job in his auto shop after
school. He taught Stephen how to fellate him and Stephen became
the warm mouth for about eight months or more. He was moved
secretly onto two other men until such time as Stephen broke the
abuse cycle at sixteen when he had his first sex with a girl. He
loved heterosexual sex and never looked back at men except for
his first anal sex as a top. It was with the twin brother of a
girl he dated. He realized the brother was gay when he came onto
Stephen, and eventually the sister realized he was fucking them
both, and she dumped him. But Stephen had enjoyed his initiation
to homosexual sex and it never ever crossed his mind to expose
the three men who used him in his teens. Then of course there
were the more recent activities with boys in Thailand and Mexico.
But he never ever did more than handle the boy�s cocks, fearing
he might catch something nasty if he sucked them.

While Stephen was pleasuring Anthony�s cock, he quietly flipped
the lid on the Silk and with one hand he smeared some of the lube
on his fingers. He slowly drew Anthony�s cock right into his
mouth so his sparse pubes pushed against his face; this to
distract the boy while he prepared his assault on the tight
pucker. He deftly parted Anthony�s legs and guided his slicked
hand to the pucker and transferred the liquid to the exterior
rose. He took the bottle and squeezed a larger dollop and then
slowly eased the goo into the tight hole; first with one, and
then eventually two fingers. Anthony gasped and almost sobbed as
Stephen�s strong fingers began to massage his asshole. He had
been here before and he was in a dither between fear and
excitement. He groaned at the discomfort of the invasion but
persevered in accepting the fingers, knowing it was transferring
the necessary lubrication to his asshole to offset any pain or
burning he knew would come if he was dry. Stephen squeezed some
liquid along his fingers protruding from the stretched sphincter
and then prodded deeply into the boy�s rectum. He continued to
suck the boy�s cock, and Anthony was alternately whimpering with
pleasure at the sucking, and then letting out regular winces of
discomfort as the fingers in his ass stretched him wide; as they
probed and prodded and slicked him up. After about ten minutes of
slow controlled sucking where Stephen lightly grazed his cock
with my teeth, he had the asshole stretched with three slick
fingers inside the now greasy tunnel. He was ready. Using the
free hand, Stephen squeezed a liberal amount of Silk on his cock
and slicked it until he had an even cover of lube. He dropped the
bottle on the floor and let the boy�s cock fall from his lips and
stood upright. Anthony�s cock waves in sorrow at the loss of the
warm mouth and he groans his dismay the nagging pleasure there
has ceased. The feeling of apprehension and anxiety now takes
over the boy�s emotions; knowing the man�s thick fat cock is soon
to replace the fingers stretching and lubing his anus. He is
chewing his lip and his eyes are clenched tight shut in
anticipation of the pain he knows happens when the anus is
invaded by a cock.

Stephen steps closer between the boy�s outstretched legs. He
still has his fingers holding him open and he guides the hard
angry cock to the junction where the fingers are buried in the
stretched anus. He eases the fingers out, and before the
sphincter can close Stephen slots the bullet-like head of the
cock into the slightly dilated opening. He moves quickly to take
advantage of the stretching by his fingers and pushes the head of
they cock in. The boy gasps and whimpers in anticipation of the
pain he fears as the sphincter is pushed apart once more; though
this time the cock is more forgiving than the fingers when
splayed in the teen�s hole. Stephen pushes hard and Anthony feels
the sphincter resist; and the rise of discomfort as it is once
again spread abnormally by the invading force. He cries out then
holds his breath; yet suddenly the discomfort eases, as the cock
head slides past the resistance of the sphincter. This is not as
painful as he remembers. This is actually tolerable, and he
heaves a sigh of relief that the stretching has not induced pain
more than he can tolerate as it usually does. Stephen slowly
eases back and forth and mentally congratulates himself he has
lubed the boy well. He feels the pressure is there yet it is
clearly not painful to the boy who is breathing heavily as the
cock slowly sets up an in-out rhythm; each push going deeper
towards the colon. The lube also helps the cock�s foreskin, which
was bunched back by the pressure of the muscle constricting the
cock�s progress into the tight hole; but the slippery gel allows
it to slowly equalize along the shaft. It eases back along the
length and evens out over the length of the hard engorged muscle
it shields. Eventually, after several slow insertions and
withdrawals, the bunched skin evens out completely as the cock
slides deeper into the tight asshole. Anthony sighs as the cock
reams his tight asshole; Stephen groans at the exquisite feeling
of heat and pressure the asshole affords his cock. They are both
in heaven.

Stephen fucked him slow and deep. He draws his feet apart, and
legs up, while holding him by the ankles. He is at the right
height to simply push straight and undulated his hips to move the
cock in and out. And soon he starts to fuck him deeper. Anthony
grunts each time the cock bottoms out inside, with still a couple
of inches visible. Stephen looks at the boy�s face; his eyes that
were tight shut when the sphincter was breached are now half
closed. His face that was a grimace with anticipation of the pain
of being stretched so wide is now more relaxed; almost serene, as
the cock fucks him carefully and deliberately.  And the big cock
goes deep. Anthony�s wiener is rock hard and bobbing as the boy�s
nether region is pumped by the man�s fucking. Stephen can tell he
is enjoying it yet he remains passive and does not move to help
as the cock slides in and out with monotonous regularity. Stephen
slides the boy a little further back toward the edge of the bed
and stands a little straighter. He can now begin to increase
speed, now that the angle is straighter. He picks up speed and
Anthony begins to squirm as he is fucked deeper than before.
There is a dull ache as the cock invades his inner depths and he
tries to twist to stop the discomfort as the cock thuds home; but
Stephen sense a minor rebellion and holds him flat on his back
and ruts harder, like a stag on the hind. Finally he feels the
orgasm coming as the cum bubbles up from somewhere in his groin.
He sees stars and fucks the boy hard now as he finally grits his
teeth and the cock feels enormous; jammed by the tight muscle of
this asshole. He spills his seed, crying out �fuck, oh fuck you
my lovely Poppy� as he spurts into the boy with each inward slam.
Anthony�s eyes are tight and he is sobbing like a baby with his
head thrashing side to side. Somewhere amidst the sound of
Stephen�s own voice calling out for Poppy, he hears the young
voice sobbing �Sal, Sal� and he collapses on the boy. He hears
Anthony panting and sobbing and a feels something wet against his
lower abdomen. He realizes Anthony has cum and he is now smeared
with semen.

They lie this way for some minutes and finally Anthony raises his
head and opens his eyes. He looks at Stephen who sees the boy has
tears running down his face. He wipes them with the back of his
hand. Stephen eases up and looks down. The tight asshole still
holds the cock captive. Slowly Stephen draws his cock back
through the tight barrier; making sure it doesn�t bring on the
same stimulation that causes the bowel to evacuate. He slowly
eases out and looks down at his red cock smeared with cum and
faint brown mucus from the rectal cavity. He stood upright and
looked at the boy who has cleared the tears and has regained his
composure. Stephen motions him to get off the bed.

�Go and wipe yourself; in there,� he said pointing to the
bathroom door.

Anthony obeyed silently, walking unsteadily into the bathroom.
Soon he has water running in preparation to wash is ass. Stephen
follows him into the bathroom and he is standing with a hand on
the basin while he dragged a washcloth up his butt crack. He
inspected it and screwed his face up at the brown smears of
feces, dribbled out by the mixture with cum and lubricant. He
rinses the cloth a few times then inspected it to see if it still
held the stains of his ablutions. Stephen approaches from behind
him and Anthony started with surprise as Stephen took the cloth
and threw it in a small trash container at the end of the vanity
unit.

�No need to keep that,� he said.

The man walked to the toilet as the boy stares at his naked body.
He took his cock and let a long stream of piss go into the bowl.
Anthony watched intently as Stephen relieved himself. Stephen
looked at him and then down to his young cock and grins as it was
starting to wave about as he was visibly growing harder.

�Come here,� he said firmly.

Anthony obeyed instantly. Stephen finished peeing and shook the
drops.

�Your turn,� he said.

�I, I don�t think I can,� he said nervously. �I can�t go when I�m
hard.�

�Let�s fix that then,� Stephen grinned helpfully.

He dropped the seat and the top cover on the bowl and motioned
him to sit on the plastic seat. He did so with his hands down at
his side holding the seat. Stephen went down on him and soon had
him gasping in delight; only this time there was no more than a
trickle of semen. The kid was wrung dry by three blowjobs in
forty-five minutes. It�s a doubt if older boys or men could
manage the recuperative powers of a young boy and match this ones
effort so far. Stephen let him relax and then guided him to his
feet; lifting the lid and Anthony steps forward and holds his
young cock. The urethra has just leaked semen from the balls so
he stands straining to engage the piss the soda has caused to
accumulate in his bladder. He soon starts to piss a long acrid
amber stream into the bowl. He sags and shudders involuntarily.
Amazing how the act of pissing can cause such pleasurable
sensations in the body, beyond simply relieving the pressure of
the bladder. Do women get this same visceral thrill during a
piss? Stephen washed his hands and Anthony watches his actions.
He finally finishes his piss and shakes the head a few times to
get rid of the drops that linger, even after such a firm stream
of urine. He is obliged to step to the basin and copy the act of
hygiene and washes his hands. Stephen looks at him and grins and
motions him to the door; and Anthony follows him to the bedside.

�Up you get Anthony,� he commanded.

He climbs up onto the bed. Stephen almost drools at the way the
juvenile buttocks part as he swings his leg up, and then follows
it with the one from the floor; and he scoots across the bed to
the far side and lies back looking at the man who has just fucked
his ass good and proper. He is feeling relaxed and comfortable
with this man. His patience and skill made the fuck an enjoyable
experience. And the car and house are so neat. Anthony feels warm
and safe with this man. And all this came for the price of a
hamburger. Stephen stoops and picks the Silk bottle off the floor
and places it on the nightstand, then joins the boy on the bed.
He worked an arm around the slim neck and pulls him into the
crook of his arm. They relax.

�We can rest young Anthony,� Stephen says looking at the ceiling.
The turning to the boy says �and then I�m going to fuck you hard
again.�

SLOPPY SECONDS

And he does. He fucks the boy bent over the bed, with his feet on
the floor; Stephen standing behind and fucking hard. Anthony
grasping the bed sheet as the big cock pushes in and reams him
steadily. He cums first; spewing his trickle onto the bed sheet.
Stephen cries out loudly and fills the tight ass a second time.
They rest again. It is getting late but the man is hard; aroused
by the body he is spooning on his bed. The bed he last shared
with his delicious Poppy. He lifts the boys upper most leg and
introduces the cock head to the anus. Anthony reaches down and
takes it and guides it home as the man fucks him expertly; lying
on his side behind the boy. Stephen looks down his body and sees
their reflection in the mirror of the large dressing table
opposite the foot of the bed. He pulls out of the boy and Anthony
lifts his sagging head in surprise as the man suddenly withdraws.
He his pulled from the bed and Stephen grabs a pillow, and guides
the boy to the dresser where he drops the pillow; covering and
flattening photos and ornaments there. He bends the boy over and
gruffly instructs �hug the pillow� and shoves hard into the boys
waiting greasy asshole. He fucks the boy slowly; deliberately
holding back his orgasm. Delighting himself by studying the young
hustler�s face in the mirror. Seeing it waiver between enjoyment
and mild discomfort; depending on how roughly he is being fucked.
Stephen revels in the reflection of himself powering into the
boy. He cums the hardest yet, at the end of this domination of
the boy. Anthony cries out in bliss and spurts onto the polished
wood of the expensive dresser. Eventually Stephen pulls his still
hard cock from the boy�s anus and escorts him back to the bed.
They crawl back up onto the sheet and yet again, the two lovers
drift off into a deep dozing sleep. Stephen wakes and looks at
his watch. It is nearly three o�clock in the afternoon. They have
been her nearly four hours and he has fucked this boy three
times. It is an incongruous way to pass the day given he was
bored after breakfast. The visit to the mall was certainly a
tonic for his indifference to the day. He jogs the boys shoulder.

�Anthony, wake up,� he says softly.

The boy rouses from his dreamy bliss and looks around, trying to
take in where he is and then smiles as he remembers.

�What time is it?� he asks looking at Stephen.

�It�s nearly three o�clock. What time do you have to be home?� he
asks concerned the boy may be overdue and missed. It wouldn�t do
if his parents went looking for him and someone had seen a boy
fitting Anthony�s description leaving the mall with a man in a
large black BMW.

I should be home before six. Mom gets home about six thirty,� he
said.

The man grinned slyly at the boy.

�Plenty of time then,� he said with a chuckle.

The boy blushed knowing the man�s intentions. But he wants it; he
has become addicted to what the sex means with this man who is
gentle yet firm with him. Anthony lies and ponders the day so
far. He recalls the electric thrill he had when Stephen sodomized
him with his finger in the shade house. Stephen watches the boy�s
face and sense there is a question behind the boy�s expression.

�What is it Anthony?� he asks.

The boy ponders the way to get the question framed to articulate,
then starts;

�In the pool house�before�what did you do�inside of me with your
finger�to make it feel so good?� he asks.

Stephen chuckles and then proceeds to give him a quick lecture on
the prostate and the male sexual anatomy. Anthony listened
intently as he explained this was purely a male thing and a large
reason that men on the bottom could often physically enjoy sex
when being fucked. He nodded his understanding. Stephen commented
that Anthony was hard when the finger was in him and this was due
to the massaging of the gland. Anthony commented that he thought
it was the excitement of the situation but conceded he felt more
aroused as the finger had searched his inner sanctum downstairs.
Stephen reached across his body and slowly began to push the
foreskin back over the young cock that was lying against
Anthony�s thigh. The boy flinched as he felt the fingers prise
the little head out, by slipping the skin back. He looked down at
the hand fondling him, and then looked up at the man and smiled.

�Do you want me to suck you again,� Stephen said softly.

He grins and nods his head. Stephen lent down and took the small
tube into his mouth once more and began to suck him. He gets
erect quickly and soon he is lying with his legs splayed open,
gently moving his hips to the rhythm of the mouth sucking and the
hand stroking. Stephen realizes he is getting close, as the boy�s
hips start to move more urgently. He eases off and chuckles.

�Slowly Anthony,� Stephen crooned. �Plenty of time yet.�

The boy groans his objection at the suspension of contact between
mouth and cock.

�Roll over,� Stephen said quietly.

He looks surprised but did as he was told and lies flat.

�Lift you butt up,� Stephen instructs him.

He obeys and slides his knees up the bed so his butt is
protruding, his face turned, with a cheek flat on a pillow.
Stephen moves behind and between his thin legs and eases his
knees apart with a gentle pressure on the insides of his thighs
with both hands. He can see he is trying to turn far enough
around to see what Stephen might be doing. There is a worried
look on his face and he thinks he is going to be fucked again.
He�s right but not right away. The man crouches and slowly runs
his tongue into the tight butt crack; up and down, grazing his
pucker. He groans at the contact and it doesn�t take much before
he turns his head back and Stephen sees he is hugging the pillow.
He responds to the rimming and soon he is relaxed as the
stiffened tongue dances over the asshole and every so often it
pushes in as far as it can go. His sphincter is now closed
normally despite the stretching by they prick during the earlier
fucks, but as his muscle tone is firm in his young butt, it is
shut again and it is difficult to penetrate him with the tongue.
Still, he is enjoying the depth Stephen�s tongue can gain in his
tight hole and he is moaning softly and offering the man
encouragement. Stephen had never done this to a male before but
had enjoyed frequent cunnilingus with his late wife Jessie; and
often would rim her entire nether regions including the anus. She
had always gently repelled a number of his advances to sodomize
her, but she had enjoyed a digit or two in her ass during
foreplay; and sometimes during vaginal sex. Stephen leaned across
to the nightstand and took the Silk. Anthony raised his head and
looked up as Stephen stopped rimming. He saw the man�s hand take
the lubricant and he turned and looked at him pensively. Stephen
acknowledged the concern in his look.

�I�ll be gentle,� he said softly. �I promise you will love this.�

Stephen returned and crouched behind him once more and slipped a
well-greased finger through the sphincter. The boy moaned as it
slid in. Stephen sensed it was a moan of relief after the tension
of anticipating some pain. He clearly was not in pain and so
Stephen introduced more of the slick lubricant; first with just
the middle finger and finally he was able to ease three very wet
fingers into his now soaking anal cavity. Remembering that he
said it was more enjoyable when he had massaged the prostate
downstairs in the shade house; Stephen gently rotated his hand so
the fingers could curve an arc while bent slightly at the second
knuckle inside the rectum. In this manner he found the prostate
and Anthony jumped as the fingers grazed it. Stephen homed in on
it and the boy was soon moaning in delight. Stephen saw Anthony
push a hand between his legs. He was trying to jack himself, so
good was the feeling of this prostate massage. Stephen didn�t
want him to cum yet.

�Don�t touch it Anthony,� he said softly. �Be patient. It will
get much better. Don�t cum just yet.�


He groaned in complaint at the words but moved his hand off to
the side; ready if necessary. Stephen now had the three fingers
as far as he could get inside of his anus which once again was
stretched wide. Stephen could smell the faint funky odor
emanating from the gaping hole in between the fingers; formed
like a tube in his asshole, and he felt his excitement rise. His
cock hung hard between his legs. Quickly he deftly slopped Silk
onto it and slicked himself with his free hand. He shuffled
forward on his knees on the bed, and substituted the cock-head
for fingers in a slow controlled exchange. The boy was more
relaxed this time and despite the cock�s girth, the Silk helped
the shaft to slide into him. Stephen slowly pushed home as far as
he could before the boy groaned at the discomfort. Stephen placed
his hands on Anthony�s raised buttocks and slowly maneuvered his
cock, seeking out the pleasure spot where the invading member
would touch the prostate through the thin membrane separating it
from his anal cavity. It took a few attempts at changing his
position subtly until a sharp gasp signaled he had hit the spot.
He let the shoving cock massage the prostate with the head of the
thick hard tube in the boy�s ass. Once he repeated the movement a
couple of times, he set up a steady slow fuck and being consumed
with carnal desire he started to fuck him. This point of
engagement being reached, he slid a hand around and under
Anthony�s slim body and took his wiener in hand.

Stephen stayed like this for what seemed like an eternity of
bliss. In reality a quick glance at his watch told me it was no
more than a few minutes. He fucked the boy steadily and soon he
was groaning and gasping in pleasure as Stephen systematically
hit his G-spot and stroked him; and the boy was in blissful
reverie gasping and moving his hips to coax the fucker into
bringing him to orgasm. Stephen snapped out of the trance-like
bliss he was feeling and upped the tempo in an attempt to match
the approaching orgasm of the gasping, blubbering boy who soon
started groaning and wailing into the pillow, which he was now
gripping tightly with his hands; his face buried into the soft
object cradling his head. Stephen started rutting and with deft
movements hit his prostate until he cried out; at first his voice
muffled in the pillow, but rising in noise as he arched his back
against the thick cock in his ass. Stephen�s hand clamped around
the small hard cock and the boy gasped loudly as he spurted up
towards his chest; the semen dropping down onto the sheet below
in strong spurts. Stephen hit the tempo and cried out just as
loudly as he let the orgasm consume him while driving as deep
into the tight rectum as he could go. His gasps and cries of
pleasure at his own orgasm quickly became interspersed with
grunts of discomfort at the depth he was plugging the boy.
Finally Stephen finished in one last savage thrust and emptied
his balls once more into him. They were both panting and gasping
and Anthony had returned his face to the pillow and moaned in a
low tone of discomfort and dull pain as he was now impaled
completely on the big adult cock in his guts. And as Stephen had
risen up on his knees to maximize his release, he had a bad angle
that was stretching the back of the tight asshole unnaturally
away from the uniform filling of before. Stephen slowly eased his
still hard cock from the asshole and he saw how it gaped nearly
as wide as the cock had stretched it, as the stiff member flopped
out; deflating from the orgasm that had drained it. As soon as
Anthony felt the cock withdraw, his hips collapsed to the bed and
he groaned in final relief. Stephen fell forwards beside him;
sated from the delicious release. They both drifted off to sleep.

They woke after an hour of sleep. Stephen looked at his watch; it
was just after four thirty. Anthony was already awake and he
turned and looked at Stephen and reached for the watch arm and
turned it to look at the face.

�I�d better get going,� he said matter of factly.

�Are you sure?� Stephen asked.

�Yep. Mom finishes work at five thirty; home at six. I want to be
home before she gets there,� he said.

Stephen nodded. They best get a move on if he was to get the boy
back to the mall to catch his bus. They both hopped off the bed
and Stephen led the boy to the bathroom. He reached into the
shower cabinet and turned the faucet on while the boy stood
behind him and took his soft cock and peed. Stephen took two
towels out of the cupboard and laid them on a low seat against
the wall of the bathroom. They showered together; the man soaping
the boy all over and feeling the small balls and cock, and slid a
cheeky finger into the well used ass. There wasn�t time to make
use of the watery situation and Anthony looked a little
disappointed when the man did not release the pressure the angry
young cock had once again built up. He followed Stephen�s lead
and soon they were dressed and heading downstairs.

THE DAY IS DONE

 �Tell me how you started with men,� Stephen said, turning to
look at the boy as they walk to the garage.

Anthony looked somewhat uncomfortable and said nothing.

�How did you start with men Anthony?� Stephen asked again.

He could see he was weighing up whether to tell or not. He
shrugged and got into the car. Stephen sat staring at the boy; he
wanted an answer.

�It just happened,� he said. �When I was about eleven.�

�Go on Anthony,� Stephen urged quietly.

Anthony pondered the situation. He had been continually warned
never to tell about the sex he had had with grown men. To date he
had keep his mouth shut. But Stephen seemed way different than
all of the other men who had used him. He felt safe with this
older man. And he was rich. Anthony wanted to keep seeing him. So
he began to tell his story; gradually at first and finally he
confessed his sexual history to the man who had just buggered him
three times since meeting that morning. He sheepishly told
Stephen that his father was in prison. He�d been there for seven
years now. He did not say what the crime was. He was ten when his
father was incarcerated, and in his eleventh year, a young man
came to the family home. He had been a cellmate of his fathers,
and his father had agreed with his wife that Sal, the ex-con,
would stay with Anthony and his mother for a week or so until he
got a place of his own. Anthony and Sal hit it off. And Sal
eventually stayed over three months. Stephen quizzed Anthony
about Sal and his mother. He knew what was implied in the
question and volunteered that there was no relationship between
Sal and his mother who was considerably older than Sal. But his
mother was grateful for Sal as he soon brought money into the
house, as he had been given a job through a prisoner
rehabilitation scheme. It seems Sal spent quite a bit of time
with Anthony and without being specific how it first started,
Anthony related how he began servicing their house guest with
regular blowjobs. Sal also slipped Anthony a few bucks from time
to time. It stopped when Sal suddenly left. Anthony never really
knew why and he never saw Sal again; and he was heartbroken as
somewhere in their relationship, Anthony realized he enjoyed the
sex with the man. Stephen suggested Sal maybe had breached parole
and been sent back to jail. Anthony nodded and fell silent at
this point. To give the boy time to recover his thoughts, Stephen
opened the garage door and started the car. As they turned away
from the house and the garage door closed, Stephen probed further
into Anthony�s sexual history.

�So how did you get to a situation of meeting men in malls,� he
asked.

Seeing Stephen was not recriminating in any way, Anthony
continued. He had lost his father figure, his sex partner, and
the money Sal had slipped him. The next encounter was a pure
accident. He had gone to the mall one day and the situation that
had developed between Anthony and Stephen was almost identical to
this first encounter. He had turned twelve by now and the man who
paid his meal was the one who suggested a trip into the men�s
room, not Anthony. He was unsure as to exactly what was to
transpire but he felt safe in being in a semi-public place. The
man guided the boy into a cubicle and because of the experience
he had with Sal, Anthony was persuaded to service the man with
his mouth while Anthony sat on the can. At the end the guy gave
him ten bucks which surprised him; given he already had been
treated a meal. Anthony had a source of petty income and soon he
was cruising the mall with intermittent success. Sometimes in the
men�s room of the mall, and some times in the men�s cars in
secluded parts of the underground car park.

�Did anyone want to fuck you,� Stephen asked inquisitively.

Anthony nodded ruefully.

�Tell me what happened,� Stephen said in a concerned tone.

He looked straight ahead, at a point somewhere beyond the
windscreen. It seems he agreed to go to a portable office
building on a construction site that was closed for the day due
to rain. He was expecting to give the guy more than one blowjob
and by so doing, gain a few extra bucks for the longer session.
It turned out to be this way. In fact the guy became a sort of
regular, returning to the mall again and again. They could not
always go to the office so sometimes they went to the toilets and
sometimes it was in the guy�s van. The guy was generous in
Anthony�s eyes, frequently tipping the kid ten bucks or more each
day. This was good income for the young boy but he never really
understood what the value of what he did could be. But it all
turned sour when the guy suggested they go to the nearby
apartment of a guy he knew, who was out of town for a few days.
It appeared this was the case and soon they were at it and
eventually the guy persuaded Anthony to strip. The guy was
getting more familiar with the kids asshole over the weeks and he
was regularly going for the kid�s ass albeit with Anthony still
in his jeans. This time there was no stopping the guy from being
free with his pucker and he sensed the guy was after more than a
suck and began to object as the guy tried to insert a finger in
his ass. The guy�s mood changed and before the kid could do
anything about it the guy had him pinned. He was raped; sodomized
good and hard, and he said it was the most painful thing he had
ever experienced.

After being fucked the first time the guy basically told him
there was no way he could tell, as he would go to juvenile hall
and get ass fucked there as well. The terrified kid believed him.
The guy paid him twenty that day and despite resolving not to go
with the guy again Anthony succumbed to the guy two weeks later
when he was broke. This time the guy took him in his van on his
knees. The guy had taken the kids cherry and realised the
difficulty he had had so this time he came prepared with KY, and
Anthony admitted this made the experience much easier to take.
The guy fucked Anthony in the ass for about a month, and on one
other occasion, they went back to the same apartment where
Anthony had lost his cherry. It was a set up. There were two
other guys waiting and the kid had no option but to let the men
use him as they wished. He sucked them all and they took turns
fucking his ass, occasionally spitting the boy mouth and ass. He
could barely walk when the guy dropped him off and he got no more
than twenty lousy bucks for five hours of raping abuse. Anthony
was now weeping as he went onto tell how he bled from his ass for
a few hours. He sat in a bath trying to cleanse the filth from
his body and became terrified when he saw the crimson shade start
to spread through the bathwater. I seemed there was no permanent
damage and eventually the internal discomfort and burning
sensation when he crapped, passed. He did not visit the mall for
a few weeks and when he finally returned he soon realised the
same guy was waiting, searching him out. When they saw each other
Anthony took flight and resolved never to visit the mall for a
long time. That�s when he started bussing to the mall where he
and Stephen had met that day. Stephen waited until he composed
himself and thanked the boy for his honesty.

�It seems that you did like having sex with the guy sometimes,�
he ventured carefully when the boy was once again calm.

Anthony looked at Stephen.

�It was kinda nice, when he was gentle,� he admitted. It sort of
felt like, you know, when you did it with your finger, down
there,� he volunteered.

Stephen knew he meant the finger on the prostrate when he did him
in the shade house and the bedroom.

�When did you first know you liked men�for sex...?� Stephen
asked.

�With Sal. He was the first�he said he did it in prison,� Anthony
answered candidly.

Stephen wondered whether Anthony�s father and Sal ha sex when
they were cell mates. And if so, who was top; or did they both
take each other.

�And Sal never tried to fuck you?� Stephen inquired.

�No�but I think it would have happened�at least I had hoped it
would have�� he said almost in tears again.

Stephen allowed the boy time to recover from what were obviously
painful memories. And he had had a very full day to date.
Emotionally it was a watershed. It was now near four o�clock in
the afternoon. The kid had been sucked twice and fucked three
times. The biggest day for him since the gang rape some time
back.

�I am taking you back to the mall," Stephen said.

The boy seemed to take notice of his surroundings for the first
time. He nodded.

�I could run you home if you like. It would be quicker,� Stephen
said.

He shook his head.

�No. Just take me to the mall and I can catch the bus,� he said
firmly.

Stephen sensed maybe he was just a bit ashamed of his home. He
didn�t want to embarrass him unnecessarily so he was right to get
the bus. Eventually they pulled up just along the road from the
Macy�s bus stop and as they sat in the car Stephen peeled twenty
dollars from the small wad of cash in his hand, and handed him
the money.

�Just some pocket money,� Stephen said.

He grinned and took the bill.

�Plenty more where that came from,� he said fixing his gaze on
the boy.

�See you again?� Anthony asked expectantly.

�Maybe,� Stephen said diffidently.

�Please?� he pleaded. �I liked it. More than anything else I have
done,� he said quickly trying to get agreement to meeting him
again.

Stephen thought carefully. He had enjoyed the carnal pleasures
immensely. Of course he wanted more. But he wanted it to be in a
way he could control the limit of he contact. He had his
neighbor�s young daughter Poppy available weekends only; usually
only Saturdays. That kept it exciting. But Poppy was in
California with her grand parents right now. This kid had the
remaining holidays to kill and he was available through the
weekdays. But Stephen wasn�t sure if he wanted to see him every
opportunity despite the need the sex satisfied in him while Poppy
was away. He looked at the boy�s expectant face.

�Thursday. Here, as close to eleven as you can be,� he finally
said.

The boy beamed at him.

�Yes sir,� he said with a grin.

�I�ll drive past and park around the corner up there,� Stephen
said indicating a street sign about one hundred feet along the
road, just outside of the mall exit.

The bus stop was almost deserted now, but likely there may be
many other passengers when he got here on Thursday; certainly
shoppers coming and going from the department store. He did not
want them to see a downbeat kid get off a bus from White Plains
and get into an expensive automobile with a middle-aged man. It
would look exactly like it was.

He nodded his understanding.

�Bye,� he said quietly.

�Bye,� Anthony Stephen said quietly. �Take care,� he warned.

He knew what was meant; say nothing. He turned suddenly.

�What�s your name? He asked. The thought had struck him he did
not know who Stephen was or even his name. Stephen grinned.

�I�m Andy,� he lied using his late father�s name.

His father was always known as Andrew but it was as good a name
as any. Despite the lust and enjoyment he knew was yet to be had,
Stephen doubted this liaison would go beyond a week or two until
Poppy returned from California. The last thing he wanted was to
become an erstwhile sugar daddy to a minor from a cash-strapped
household. He did not want to set up a financial dependency that
might see the boy pursue him if he broke it off. If he gave the
boy any more, it would arouse suspicions with his mother. He
couldn�t even buy him a decent shirt or better underpants. That
would be too obvious come laundry time. Yes, he knew it had to be
short lived.


A SORT OF HARMONY

Stephen picked Anthony up as arranged the following Thursday and
they spent most of day engaged in sex as the man trained the
young body to take him repeatedly. Stephen took him like a girl;
on his stomach as he stood on the floor between his legs while he
lay face down on the bed, or over the arm of the large chair in
the shade house, with a leg held high as he fucked deep.
Sometimes Anthony would sit astride him with the fat cock
sticking up into his guts as the boy rocked back and forth,
fucking them both to delirious orgasm. Or other times on his
hands and knees on the bed, and in the shade house. Stephen
sucked him just as Anthony sucked him and Stephen indulged
himself, almost sadistically on occasions, as he sprayed his face
with cum. Or instructing the aroused boy to keep his hands off
his cock while he fucked him. On one memorable visit when Anthony
was now expert at sex, Stephen took him in the pool after a bout
of earlier fucking, and they had decided on a swim. His ass was
already well greased inside from the previous bout of sex. Cum
mixed with Silk, trapped by the water-tight seal of his
sphincter. But Anthony was becoming increasingly relaxed with
anal sex and Stephen had easily slid him onto his erect cock as
they stood naked in the middle of the pool; on a hot sticky day
as it drizzled with rain under gray skies. He clung to Stephen�s
neck with his legs gripping his waist as the big adult cock
spitted him through his well used ass. Stephen walked him slowly
around the pool and jostled the boy up and down with the walking
motion; Anthony groaning into the side of the man�s neck, and
slobbering his pleasure as he sat on the thick pole in his ass.
Finally Stephen laid him back on the second-to-top large round
slab of tiered steps at the shade house end, in one corner of the
pool. The junction of the invading cock and the boy�s tight
asshole was just above water level. Anthony released Stephen�s
neck and lay back with his heels on the same step as his butt.
His legs were splayed apart and his elbows rested on the surface
of the pool-side. Stephen fucked him like a girl and for a brief
moment as he filled his ass, and Anthony groaned as he shot his
wad onto Stephen�s belly, Stephen imagined he was deep in Poppy�s
tight little cunt. It was then he knew he was ready to end this
affair with Anthony.

Stephen simply never returned to the bus stop where they had set
their rendezvous. Stephen didn�t know what became of Anthony and
to this day he has never seen the boy again. Poppy eventually
returned and they resumed their clandestine sex, as Anthony faded
into a distant memory. When he lays in bed alone at night,
Stephen doesn�t think of Anthony or any of the other youthful
conquests he has made. He can only think of Poppy and her
beautiful face, her sweet pussy and budding breasts. Even on days
they have exhausted themselves with sex, Stephen can still find
the energy when ready for sleep, to stroke himself to sweet,
sweet orgasm in anticipation of her next visit through the ivy
covered gate in the wall that separates her house from his.

Stephen Slade�s story continues�.

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