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of sex between an adult males and an under age boy. Romany does
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Any similarities to persons living or dead are purely
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Dean

By Romany

(M/b, M/M, b/b, M/b, oral, anal)


PROLOGUE


Dean lies back with his heels drawn up and his legs open wide.
It�s been over 24 hours since he ran away. He wonders whether the
police and social services people have put out an APB for him.
Has his mother reported him missing or will she wait awhile in
case he�s just jiving and he will slink back home after she�s had
time to worry about him. He focuses on the trucker standing
between his legs at the foot of the motel bed. Leon has his jeans
around his shins and is slowly and methodically slipping his
greased hand backwards and forwards over his erect cock. His eyes
flicked between the boys dilated asshole, and his hand greasing
his weapon. Dean holds his cheeks apart; waiting for another
invasion of Leon�s hard cock. This is better than the cramped
bunk in the back of Leon�s rig. Leon had already worked copious
quantities of the lube into the teen�s warm tight anus. Dean had
been picked up by the trucker in his Kenworth tractor just inside
the Illinois state line, just off the I-90 junction. He had asked
Leon if he was going west and Leon said he was heading to Tacoma,
Washington State. This was better than Dean could have hoped for,
as he was planning to hitch to San Francisco where he could lose
him self in the gay capitol of the US. At nearly fourteen, the
boy had long since realized he was gay and from the age of 11 he
had been used and abused by a series of adults who taught him the
art of man-sex. But none of these abusers were in fact prepared
to admit that they were gay like him; and all were desperate to
be seen as heterosexual. Now, three years on, Dean longed to meet
some man, or a teen like him, who felt the same way about being
gay as he did. Just the look of lust on Leon�s face as he
prepared to fuck the boy, led the boy to acknowledge Leon was a
straight guy who didn�t matter what kind of hole he put his nice
cock in. To Leon this kid could just as easily been a girl. He
didn�t care what hole he pushed into. It was all the same to him.
One more tight hole to fuck.

LEON

Dean was exactly right. Leon�s predilection for fucking males was
somewhat forced on him during an 18 month stay in an Illinois
medium security prison. Incarcerated for a series of check
frauds. Leon�s initiation came three months into his sentence
when a young Latino called Eduardo Perez was assigned to share
his cell. Eduardo was a fully fledged fag and had cruised and
existed in the gay bars and haunts of Chicago before being
prosecuted for moral turpitude. Public sex in fact. It was early
in the morning and he was being fucked in a shop doorway when the
cop caught him and the cross-dresser he had partnered with at the
whores and heavies bash. The cross dresser had his skirt hooked
up and was plowing Eduardo�s tight butt. The cross-dresser fled,
escaping. Eduardo took the heat. Within the first day or so,
Eduardo sized his cellmate out and decided he was a red-neck. But
the realization one night that Leon was jacking off in the bunk
below him led Eduardo to take a deep breathe and courageously
slide off the top bunk and land silently on his feet facing the
man in the bottom bunk. Eduardo could tell by the weak night
light in the corridor outside, that his cellmate had pushed the
blanket back and was lying on his back stroking himself steadily
with his eyes closed. The boy took the plunged and leaned forward
and before Leon realized it, Eduardo�s mouth had engulfed the
head of his cock. Leon started at the realization that the boy
had started sucking his piece and he sat bolt upright and punched
the kid on the side of the face. His next impulse was to scream
insults at the fag but the thought of his buddies either side of
his cell would realize what must have happened and he would get
roasted next day, so he remained silent. Leon hissed threats at
the boy who had slumped across Leon�s shins, holding his
throbbing head.

�You fucking dirty fag� Leon hissed, cuffing the kids head with
his palm.

He cuffed the boy a few more times. Leon was confused at what to
do next. A full assault on the kid would alert the other inmates
as well as attract the guards. He felt impotent to act. He took
an altogether different course of action to what he otherwise
ordinarily would have, in different less cloistered
circumstances.

�You want to suck cock, huh, huh� he growled.

He grabbed a handful of the boy�s hair and, and against his
natural instincts and homophobic sexual bigotry, he dragged the
kids face towards his cock. Leon was somewhat scared at his
response, as he discovered he was turned on by the kid�s advances
and the power he now held over Eduardo. This hit him like a
hammer. To mask his true, unwelcome, feelings Leon resorted to
bullying the boy. Punishing him to convince himself he wasn�t
really attracted to this behavior. Like a father catching a son
smoking and making him smoke the whole packet as punishment.
Eduardo didn�t need a second invitation. He twisted around and
groping for the man�s hard cock, swallowed as much as he could in
one swift movement. The boy was good at it and before long Leon
filled the kid�s mouth with a strong stream of cum. The boy took
it all, swallowing greedily to ensure none spilled out. Leon
realized that in the gloom of the cell, he really didn�t need to
focus on the gender of the head or mouth that was giving him
pleasure. He decided it could just as easily be a woman blowing
his joint. And he hadn�t had another human being touch him there
since the prison doctor felt has goods during his admission
physical. And so Eduardo had seduced his red-neck cell mate and
within a couple of days, Leon was mounting the kid after lights
out, and fucking the kid�s greasy asshole. Leon loved it. Through
the day he was diffident towards the boy�s attention and on one
occasion threatened the boy with serious harm if the boy did not
act as if he and Leon had nothing going on. Of course the floor
soon found out Eduardo was Leon�s bitch and in time, Leon took
pride and macho ownership of Eduardo and his eager ass. Eduardo
taught Leon to be a good top to his eager bottom. The only thing
that bothered Eduardo was he could never persuade Leon to blow
him in return. And only seldom would Leon actually touch the boys
aching cock. Eduardo had learned to get his pleasure while being
fucked and usually came at some point while being ploughed by his
top. He resigned himself to being the bitch.

DEAN�S STORY

Leon stepped forward and touched the head of his slicked cock to
the slightly opened pucker pulled open by Dean�s hands. He bent
his legs slightly and adjusted the angle, slowly pushing his
weight against the boy�s body. There was initial resistance and
the cock tried to bow a little, but then the boy�s sphincter
slowly yielded and the tapered purple head of Leon�s cock moved
in. Leon pushed firm and more of the cock eased in, stretching
the boy. Leon withdrew a little and pushed again. He repeated
this several times and each time he got more of his cock in the
boy�s asshole. Finally he was balls deep in the teen�s asshole.
He commenced fucking the boy with slow long strokes. Regulating
his effort to maximize the effect on his cock, and to draw out
the pleasure of the fuck. Both man and boy didn�t want the climax
to come too soon.

Dean sighed and felt the sweet ache of longing. It had been
nearly 6 weeks since had last been fucked. All brought about by
the untimely discovery of Dean and a middle aged man in the
public toilets. The guy had picked Dean up in the small park on
the way home from the movies. It was in a cubicle there, with the
boy bending over the bowl and the man trying to clean shit from
the boy�s leg that they were busted. They had been spotted by an
off duty police employee who had called in her suspicions about a
man and a boy heading to a public toilet. They dragged the guy
out and Dean was terrified as they proceeded to rough handle the
man, bouncing him off the walls and porcelain urinals. Soon he
had a bruised and bloodied face, and hands, from the pounding. He
cracked a rib as he hit the edge of the end urinal. The cops
screeched insults at him. They were calling him a dirty fag, and
a pedophile. They were right on the second count. It was really
chance that he was in here with a boy, as opposed to fingering
the middle school girl he had made most recent progress with. He
didn�t discriminate against either gender. It was the age that
attracted him. The innocence and vulnerability characteristic of
youth. The fact Dean was older and clearly experienced; and
consenting to his overture, that had made him continue with the
liaison.

Dean was seen as a victim. The man charged and arraigned in
court. The cops told Dean's mother he was on a sexual predator�s
list and had been released into the community with supposedly
strict guidelines on contact with children. They had been
following him for some time. He had been seen at a number of
locations, particularly near grade and middle schools, and near a
handful of least used shortcuts the kids took on their way to and
from school. At no time was it ever suggested that Dean had
agreed or consented and he had been coerced to join the man in
the toilet. The cops were really trying to beat up the charge to
get the guy at least fifteen years. For the purposes of the
conviction, Dean was to be painted as a vulnerable impressionable
boy and a victim of his broken home. His mother described as a
hard working solo mother, who couldn�t provide the high level of
personal security for her son, as she had to work to house clothe
and feed them. Dean�s mother reveled in this description and
agreed totally to anything the prosecutor suggested they do to
maximize the heinous nature of the defiling of her only child. In
reality, Dean�s mother was seen as part of the problem. Providing
insufficient care and concern about her son�s spare time
activities. The two were left at different ends of the police and
social workers spectrum of concern. Dean was very much the victim
but it became apparent he was more practiced at sex with men than
this apparent pick up and abuse by a sex offender. The strain
between Dean and his mother was enormous. So he ran away from
home.

DEAN STORY: WALT

Dean�s sexual odyssey had started at the hands of a guy his
mother started seeing when he was eleven. Walt was a few years
older than Annie, Dean�s mom, but Annie saw some element of
security in Walt�s generosity. He wasn�t an oil painting but the
steady supply of dollar bills he handed her made her less
discriminating than she otherwise could have been. The pleasant
upside was Walt was not a bad lover and after a few weeks of
dating they started a sexual relationship which saw Walt stay
some nights at Annie and Dean�s apartment. Eventually Annie and
Dean would stay weekends at Walt�s house, once Annie had
discussed her relationship between her and Walt, with Dean. Dean
had no opinion one way or the other. Annie really never knew much
about Walt apart from he had worked for a national assurance
agency as an assessor and seemed comfortable. He said he had
never married. In truth he had been married. He was also a
tormented soul in that he knew he had a latent pedophilic
tendency which had surfaced fifteen years earlier. His
realization as a teenager that he liked little girls and boys had
left him eager to explore his urges. In Walt�s case the younger
the better. By the time he graduated high school Walt had got
away with a series of encounters with grade school boys and
girls. Mostly touching and feeling them up. But he once had one
nine year old girl who sucked him without compunction in exchange
for candy and soda. The source of available partners dried up as
he got older and the community and schools started talking openly
about sexual predators and stranger danger with their young
charges.

Walt�s affliction was driven underground and following college he
married Janet who he had started dating in his graduation year.
There was nothing remarkable about either of them and they were
just any couple with common goals and dreams. The marriage was
strong in the first years but after about two years his wife�s
interest in sex waned. This caused Walt to politely complain and
attempt to encourage Janet to a more active sex life. Janet
resented the emphasis on sex and this caused the relationship
some strain. Walt adjusted himself to the reduction in conjugal
activity and was quite by chance that he found a new outlet for
his pent up frustration. Timmy. Timmy and family moved in next
door. Timmy was about eleven and he was the oldest of three, with
two younger sisters. The boy seemed to get all the chores from
his parents and he was largely a quiet somewhat closed boy. Walt
wasn�t sure how the relationship started but soon Timmy was
slipping over to Walt and Janet�s when he had spare time. Janet
encouraged the boy as it seemed to her this kept Walt happy. They
had talked about children, and certainly she wanted a family. But
she was at least three years away from nesting, as she put it.
Walt spent time with Timmy, the days Timmy�s father went golfing.
Or Timmy declined super market excursions with his mother and
sisters. It was somewhere in this burgeoning relationship with
Timmy that Walt crossed a line and his earlier now repressed
urges slowly took him over. It started as joking and laughing as
the two pissed into the toilet bowl together one Saturday
afternoon. Janet had joined Timmy�s mother shopping. Timmy�s dad
had been called back to work. Timmy made the observation that
Walt�s �thingy� was bigger than his dad�s. It certainly seemed
that way but Timmy was not to know Walt was semi erect because of
the boy�s proximity and his small cock on display for Walt to
drool over. Obviously any time Timmy had glimpsed his father�s
cock, it was not swollen and semi erect. Walt puffed his chest at
the boy�s observation and before he realized he had uttered the
fateful words;

�Would you like to touch it?�

Timmy gasped and beamed. He blushed at the offer.

�Should I?� the boy whispered.

�Sure, go on and touch it� Walt encouraged. I won�t say anything
if you won�t.�

Timmy slowly wrapped his small hand around the adult�s cock.

�Do you stroke yours?� Walt said quietly.

The boys gaze was transfixed on his hand on the cock and he
started at Walt�s question. Given he had been trusted to touch
this wonderful thing, which was growing under his hand; the boy
felt compelled to answer truthfully.

�Yes� he said softly.

�How often?� Walt asked.

�Most days,� Timmy replied, and blushed at his admission.

Walt chuckled.

�That�s OK Timmy. Every boy or man does� he said.

�You to?� Timmy asked wide eyed. �Thought married men had, you
know, their wives� the boy continued.

�Oh that�s only part of it� Walt crooned. �But sometimes we men
know better what we like� he assured the boy. �Stroke me like you
stroke yourself� he added.

And so Timmy seduction began. He stroked Walt for several minutes
and the adult coached the boy on how and where to apply the
pressure. It ended with Walt cumming hard into the toilet bowl,
with some semen striking the underside of the uplifted seat. As
he stopped shooting, the last few weak spurts sagged and dribbled
down his cock onto the boys had. Walt took the boy�s hand and
bending slightly, licked some of his cum from the small fist.
Timmy gazed wide eyed, still amazed at what he had just
witnessed. Walt pushed the boy�s hand towards his face and Timmy
reluctantly licked the semen. His initial reaction was to spit it
out but after a few seconds he realized it wasn�t distasteful,
rather neutral in taste. He answered Walt�s gentle urgings by
slurping the remnants of Walt�s cum from his hand.

�Now you� Walt said quietly.

The boy looked at Walt quizzically.

�I can make you feel good to� Walt explained.

With that he turned and locked the toilet door in case Janet
returned unexpectedly. He tucked his softening cock away and then
dropped the toilet seats. Walt sat on the seat and motioned Timmy
onto one knee. The boy rested us butt against the inside of
Walt�s leg and stood with his hands on Walt�s leg. Walt deftly
untangled the retreating cock from the boys open flies and
systematically stroked the boy to erection. Within a minute or
two the boy was fully erect. His young cock straining under the
man�s gentle strokes. This way Walt bought the boy to a dry
orgasm. Timmy sagged against the man�s leg and chuckling Walt
helped Timmy to his feet. He told the boy to put his cock away
and after flushing the toilet, they left the bathroom.

Walt molested Timmy twice more that afternoon. And twice Timmy
stroked the man to ejaculation. By the time Timmy went home he
was excited and eager to return. As he duly did. Walt groomed and
coached the boy to give and receive hand-jobs. He then introduced
the boy to oral sex in his yard shed one wet Sunday afternoon.
Timmy was besotted with Walt and the time they spent together.
Neither Timmy�s folks nor Janet suspected a thing. And neither
were they at all worried at the time Timmy spent with Walt. It
was expedient for all of them. In time Timmy accepted that what
they were doing, while being wrong and illegal, was a common
activity between men or boys who liked each other. Walt
completely brainwashed the young pupil to believe this was a
variation on the natural order of men and boys. Walt introduced
Timmy to full anal intercourse on the boys twelfth birthday.
Timmy had gone to show Walt some of his gifts as a pretext to
enjoy a few stolen moments with his adult lover. Janet had gone
out visiting a friend and they took the opportunity to get down
to some dirty business together. During this encounter Walt
stripped the boy�s pants and bent him over the side of the single
bed in the spare room. He went to his nightstand and took the
tube of KY from the top draw. Janet did not often lubricate
naturally so KY was a common sex aid.

Walt softly crooned in the boy�s ear about �the ultimate show of
love� as he greased the boy�s anus. He took considerable time
ensuring enough lube went far into the boy�s hot tight hole. He
then stood to the side of the boy and let Timmy see him grease
his hard cock. Timmy was almost on the verge of panic. He knew
enough from playground banter that to be fucked in the ass was no
easy feat. And it often hurt. But surprisingly it did not hurt
anywhere near what he feared. Walt introduced his cock slowly and
deliberately. Instructing the boy to push as if he were taking a
dump. The boy�s love and trust of the adult saw him follow the
man�s words to the letter ands he gasped in amazement as he felt
the organ slowly moving into his tight hole. Walt gained the
bridgehead and Timmy�s cherry relatively easy. Slowly he began to
fuck the boy with long strokes in and out. Timmy panted at the
exertion of holding himself steady as Walt�s advances tended to
push the boy across the bed. Timmy braced himself which had the
effect of tightening his greasy hole. Walt was in heaven. Walt
fucked Timmy�s ass for about ten to twelve minutes. Gradually
building the pace and feeling his sap rise. A couple of
occasional gasps from Timmy let Walt know the times he got the
angle of entry wrong and he stretched the boy rather than push
straight. Walt eventually came in long delirious spurts, almost
weeping in joy as he gasped and cried with pleasure. Timmy took
in his lover�s joy and at that moment resolved to be the best
friend Walt ever had. He would do anything. Trust anything this
man would say. Walt finished the session by holding the boy�s
face in his hand and kissing him tenderly. Not once had he
touched the boy�s cock yet Timmy didn�t care. He was so overcome
with love for the man he had given so much pleasure.

So Walt had a dedicated convert. Walt and Timmy fucked every
chance they could get. The boy soon became expert at holding
himself open on his back or front to allow the man to enter him.
His willing hole stretched by fingering and manipulation and
greased with KY, and Walt was able to make a straight forward
entry into the boy. Timmy took to greasing himself some times
before the visits, knowing that time was often short. Walt never
overlooked the boy either. Sucking and jacking the boy every time
he fucked the boy. An equality between man and boy. It all went
rather well for Walt through Timmy�s thirteenth birthday. But it
all came horribly unstuck one Wednesday afternoon when Walt had
slipped away from work early, knowing Timmy had a half day off.
Timmy was already waiting at Walt�s back door and within minutes,
Timmy was lying prostrate on his back with his legs around the
man�s hips as Walt slow fucked him their mouths sucking hungrily.
It was in this position that Janet found her husband sodomizing
the neighbor�s thirteen year old son. She had bad cramps from her
period. Something she got every monthly and she tried hard to
treat these side effects from her period but this time she had
bad cramps so she had gone home sick. Walt and Timmy never
realized she was there in the doorway. She gasped in shock.
Speechless she withdrew and went downstairs. Given they were
clearly engaged in full anal intercourse it was unlikely
interrupting one encounter with a scene was going to save the
boy�s innocence. Clearly this had been going on for sometime
given their familiarity and the boy�s active participation. It
was the boy�s oohs and ohs that had alerted her to their
presence.

Walt and Timmy finished their sex and eventually Timmy slipped
out the back door and went home. It was some half hour after he
had left that Janet revealed herself to Walt. Walt thought she
had just arrived home but he was till somewhat rattled at her
unexpected appearance. Janet calmly and methodically lowered the
boom on him. She would not disclose his illicit abuse of the boy.
She did not seek embellishment. She wanted him to leave by the
end of the week; he could concoct his own story for workmates.
She would simply tell her friends and family the marriage had
been failing for some time and they finally split. In many ways
it was the truth. There was no claim on half the marital
property. In short she got the house and furniture... he got his
car and she agreed he keep his life insurance and 401k would
remain his. By the following Monday Walt had left home. Timmy was
distraught and his parents were somewhat nonplussed at their
son�s grief at losing his adult friend. They said they understood
losing a friend was hard but Walt was an adult and Timmy had lots
of friends his own age. It wasn�t true but that was the line they
took to assuage the boys heartache.

Walt stayed away from Janet as she had instructed, living in a
small one bed roomed apartment. Eventually he resigned and moved
cities, taking a job as a floor manager at a local Wal-Mart. He
had been here about fourteen years. He remained single though
there were occasional relationships, all of which eventually
foundered. Walt�s pedophilic tendencies went underground again
and he existed in a shallow life of mediocrity. Riddled with
guilt and fearing one day the cops would come. Fearing Timmy
would grow to adulthood with repressed psychological problems and
expose his abuser. Walt also wondered if he might see his ex-wife
coming to seek him out with blackmailer�s intent. Fortunately to
date that had not happened. It was at the Wal-Mart that he met
Dean�s mother Annie. She was hired as one of the co-managers with
Walt and soon the two began dating. Annie had decided Walt�s long
term single status was perfect to strike a relationship with. She
had had bad experiences with most of her relationships since her
creep of a husband abandoned her when Dean was seven. She saw
Walt as non-threatening but mainly reasoned he would be a
grateful partner and easy to manage. She was right and Walt soon
fawned and doted on Annie and her young son. But it was Dean that
Walt coveted despite regular good sex with Annie. Once again his
latent tendencies began to occupy his waking thoughts and he
began plotting Dean�s seduction.

It was one morning after Walt had stayed over. Annie had an
earlier start because of her role as duty manager that week, and
so she left Walt to get Dean ready for school. It was a sheer
accident that Dean came into the bathroom and caught Walt
standing naked stroking himself while waiting for the shower to
warm up. Dean froze, his eyes fixed on the large adult member
Walt was stroking. Walt often masturbated in the shower. Despite
good sex with Annie the night before, Walt had fantasized about
sex with Dean while he lay in bed after Annie left. He had
resolved to let more time go by before initiating any plan to woo
the young boy. Ingratiating himself deeper with Annie and her
son. He dallied with his cock thinking of the boys olive skin;
his long dark lashes and silky black hair. Walt did not realize
that Dean�s father had Dominican heritage. His name was Ortiz.
Annie had gone back to her maiden name of Nosewizc when Ortiz had
run off with another woman, barely twenty years of age. This
parentage gave Dean his Hispanic traces in his skin tone, brown
eyes and dark hair. Walt stood paralyzed by the sudden appearance
of the boy in the bathroom. He had toyed with his cock too long
and as time was slipping by, he had to rise quickly to prepare to
get Dean ready for school so he had not masturbated to orgasm.
The two stood regarding each other. Walt noted that, rather than
flee in embarrassment; the boy remained rooted to the spot, about
a yard into the bathroom. What seemed like an eternity passed
with the two just staring at each other saying nothing. Walt
realized the boy was intrigued by the sight of his cock, all red
and erect in his hand. Walt made the first move. He slowly
recommenced stroking his cock. As soon as he started again,
Dean�s eyes met Walt�s in question and Walt realized the boy�s
curiosity had overcome his embarrassment. Walt silently beckoned
the boy. Too his delight Dean never hesitated and walked quickly
to the man�s side. The shower hissed and steam was beginning to
rise. Dean stopped at Walt�s side. As the boy�s mind was trying
to take in the situation, Walt took Dean�s right hand and placed
it on his cock which he had let swing free. The boy baulked at
first but his resistance melted. He slowly wrapped his hand
around the man�s cock, feeling the girth, the hard core, yet the
spongy texture of the foreskin.

The result was a foregone conclusion. Walt coaxed the boy to
stroke him for a couple of minutes and as the boy obliged, Walt
reached to the boy�s waist and pushed the boys� PJ bottoms down
around his legs. The boy�s small cock was hard with the foreskin
pulled back and the small purple head flared and angry as the
cock pointed at an angle up away from his hairless pubic area.
Walt began fondling the boy. They stayed this way a few more
minutes and then Walt finally told the boy to remove his PJ top.
Dean let the cock go and shucked the top. They were both naked.
Walt pulled the boy to him in an embrace and slowly jacked the
kid, while his own dong rubbed against the boy�s belly. Dean
eagerly sought out Walt�s organ and pushing his hand between
their close bodies, handled the big cock. Dean was enjoying this.
He had had confusing thoughts about himself for some time. As his
sexual awareness grew, largely through Human Health classes and
playground story swapping, Dean knew of straight, gay and lesbian
sexuality. The boy was aware of confusion in his sexual identity
and had recently found himself watching other boys. How their
jeans fitted. Those around him after gym class when they stood in
various stages of undress. The gym teacher in his sweats often
moved or twisted so his cock was occasionally visible against the
material of the pants. This all excited and interested Dean. He
hadn�t made the conclusive connection he had gay tendencies but
the suspicion was gaining credibility in his young mind. So the
sight of the erect adult penis had effectively drawn him in a way
that he could not explain but did at least confirm some of his
earlier feelings about males in general.

So when Walt suggested they shower together, Dean stepped into
the shower without hesitation. The water was a little cold so he
quickly adjusted it until it ran warm and inviting. Walt was
excited by the boy�s apparent consent to his fondling and now the
invitation to shower. The door closed behind Walt and he
immediately resumed the position he had held Dean before entering
the shower. With his arm around the boy�s shoulder and jacking
the boy�s cock. Walt�s old feelings were at the surface. He was
stiff wanting contact from the boy and Dean obliged. The two
jacked each other as the water tumbled over their bodies. Walt
jacked the boy steadily until Dean was overcome with the dry
orgasm that hit him, causing his knees to buckle with the wave of
pleasure that swept over him. Walt held him steady and smiled his
approval at the boy�s enjoyment. Walt was skillful at sensing
when to apply more pressure and he nudged the boy�s flank with
his cock. Dean looked down at his hand wrapped around the cock
and after glancing at Walt, Dean recommenced jacking the man.
Walt regulated and coached the boy until he was close to cumming.
Given the boy�s total consent to the sex Walt took a gamble and
moved his hands to the boy�s shoulders. He gently pushed down. At
first Dean was a confused why Walt had stopped holding him and he
stared at the man for an explanation. Walt smiled and applied
more pressure. Dean yielded and half way to his knees realized
Walt�s need. Dean knew he was to taste a man�s cock for the first
time. Walt did not know it but the boy�s mouth literally watered
at the prospect. This was one of the kid�s fantasies about Mr.
Hicks the gym teacher. As Dean�s chin drew level with Walt�s cock
head, the boy was in a squat position. He looked at the cock and
flicked his hand up a few times and then drew the cock to his
lips. He looked up at Walt smiling down and then focusing on the
cock head, he drew it into his mouth.

Walt continued to coach the boy. Holding the kid�s head lightly,
he brought the kid�s rhythm to a pace Walt felt incredibly
stimulating. Walt whispered encouragement to the boy; telling him
when to lick, when to suck and how to stroke in unison to the
sucking. It didn�t take long before Walt once again felt he was
ready to blow his nut. He held the boy�s head more firmly and he
was moving his hips slowly to match the boys stroking and
sucking. Dean�s heart was beating like a drum. His enjoyment of
servicing this beautiful penis was a counterpoint to the rising
concern that he knew Walt would expect him to take his load in
his mouth. It was somewhere in the midst of this internal torment
that Walt gasped out loud and unload the first exquisite flush of
ejaculation. Dean was taken by surprise and the first strong
spurt hit the back of his tongue and roof of his mouth before he
realized Walt was coming. He attempted to twist his mouth off the
cock as a self defense mechanism; to buy some time to assimilate
what was happening and what he should do when the second spurt
hit. He tried to jerk away again but Walt had anticipated a
further struggle and held the boys head firm. Dean was trapped
and rather than struggle any more, the young boy relented and
allowed Walt to empty himself into the boy�s warm wet mouth.
Finally Walt came down from his high and he helped Dean to his
feet. He embraced the boy and his slowly subsiding cock nudged
the boy�s thigh. Walt held the boy back and looked at.

�That was wonderful,� he whispered.

Dean smiled with pride.

�You were good for me to� he answered.

Walt looked down. The boy was still erect. He reached for the boy
and jacked him a few times. Dean groaned and fluttered his
eyelids in response.

�Let�s have our shower and then I can do you again� Walt said.

The boy nodded and Walt reached for the soap and began sudsing
the boy. The two soaped each other, both spending time massaging
each others balls and cock. Walt was able to remain semi erect
but Dean was constantly as hard as could be. His young cock was
pointing at an angle from his body. They had finished soaping and
rinsed off when Walt surprised the boy by dropping to his knees.
The man took the young pecker into his mouth and systematically
sucked the kid until once again he was gasping and sagging at his
knees. Dean reached over Walt�s head and braced the palms against
the shower wall to steady himself. Walt stood and smile at the
boy. Dean fumbled for the man�s penis again but Walt gently
dissuaded the boy from any further sex. Time was against them. He
needed the boy to get dry and dressed. They would munch a piece
of toast on the fly while he drove them to school and then Walt
went on to work. They did not speak while dressing and soon they
were ready to leave the house. As Dean prepared to exit the car
Walt spoke.

�Our secret?� he asked, raising his eyebrows to accentuate the
meaning.

�Our secret� Dean replied.

The boy turned to go but hesitated and turned back to Walt.

�When can we do that again? You know, what we did this morning�

Walt chuckled.

�We have our whole life to explore that further� was his answer.

The boy�s brow furrowed at first as he tried to understand the
oblique answer, the he beamed as he realized Walt was
optimistically promising a lifetime of sexual contact. Dean
realized it could not possibly mean an entire lifetime but it
meant the immediate future and beyond. He grinned stepped out of
the car, closing the door behind him. He turned and gave Walt a
small wave and hurried to class.

Walt coached Dean on slow burn. Every minute they spent together
Walt brought the kid�s sexual awareness to the surface and
matched his expectation of a real relationship. Making there
trysts safe from discovery was major part of their preparation.
With Walt having some influence on Annie�s schedule, he was able
to maximize the time he spent with Dean as Dean�s caregiver.
Annie was becoming more engrossed in her work and Walt and
Annie�s sex life suffered somewhat as Walt and Dean�s escalated.
Walt fucked the boy for the first time one Saturday when Annie
was working and Walt was off. Like he had with Timmy, all those
years earlier, Walt had used subtle references to anal sex some
time before he decided to take the literal plunge. Dean was well
versed in the mechanics of anal sex through the odd discussion
they had in the afterglow of oral sex or mutual masturbation.
Dean was absolutely smitten with his mother�s boyfriend. So when
Walt mentioned to boy on Friday night that they would �take the
next logical step tomorrow� dean was excited with anticipation
and concern about the forthcoming event. That night the boy
lightly fingered his pucker and wondered how Walt would ever get
his thing in there. He was both excited and scared.

After Annie had left for the day, Walt went into Dean�s room and
slid into bed with the boy who had shucked his PJs in
anticipation of Walt�s arrival. Walt was also naked. They engaged
in their usual foreplay of mutual masturbation but this time,
instead of Walt urging Dean down on him first, Walt went down on
Dean. He expertly bought the boy to his first orgasm of the day.
This relaxed and soothed the boy. He let Dean rest for a few
minutes. He had already worked out Dean had a much more rapid
recovery to arousal than he had. One of the benefits of youth.
Walt pushed the duvet and top sheet off the end of the boy�s bed
and stepped onto the floor. He disappeared briefly, returning
with what appeared to be a full tube of toothpaste. He showed it
to the inquisitive boy. Dean read the letters KY on the tube and
knew it was lube. His heart jumped and began to beat faster.
�This was it� he thought. It was indeed.

Walt coaxed the boy onto his stomach and moved behind him. He
nudged the boy�s buttocks while lifting under his thighs and Dean
responded by drawing himself up onto his knees but lying with his
face down on the bed. Walt then started slowly, pushing the KY
into the pucker. Walt was patient and took about fifteen minutes
of massaging and reaming the boy�s ass with his slick fingers.
Dean definitely responded to this treatment and was soon moaning
and pushing back. The nerve endings around his sphincter were
tingling with the man�s touch. When Walt was satisfied the boy
had been opened sufficiently he drew back and taking the KY he
started to grease his hard cock. Pulling his foreskin back and
forth and making sure the goop was fully covering his cock inside
and outside the foreskin. Finally he was ready and he moved up
behind Dean, prick in hand.

�Are you OK Dean?� he whispered to the boy.

He was aware that Dean had gone quiet. He knew the boy would be
wracked with apprehension.

�Yes� came the simple muffled reply.

�Just pretend your taking a dump� he said softly. �Push don�t
clench�.

The boy tried nodding. The pillow masked his head movements. He
was chewing his bottom lip nervously.

�Dean, are you ready?� Walt repeated.

The boy lifted his head and turned towards Walt. He couldn�t
twist far enough to see Walt�s face.

�Yes� he answered firmly. �I�m ready�.

He turned his head back and buried his face into the pillow he
had dragged under his head. Walt eased forward and touched the
boy�s rosebud with his cock head. The pucker was slightly open as
a response to the stretching Walt�s fingers had given the
orifice. His mind flashed back to the time he had taken Timmy�s
cherry and he sensed his cock twitch at the memory. He pushed
forward and Dean braced himself. The cock head was nudging firmly
at the pucker. Walt had been able to get the tip of the head
inside the boy�s first muscle but the sharp taper to the thick
bulb of the head was proving a problem. Walt sensed the head was
held in position by the angle of presentation and the small gains
of penetration. He let his prick go and quickly placing his hands
either side of this cock, back to back, he pulled the boys
buttocks apart. This had an immediate affect and his cock head
suddenly slipped passed the first line of resistance and the head
was sucked in. With the pressure of the boy�s sphincter clasping
behind his cock, Walt maneuvered his thumbs closer to the
junction of cock and anus and spread the flesh. This did the
trick. Walt�s prick eased deeper into the boy without too much
effort. He heard Dean groan and hiss between his teeth. The kid
was still gnawing his bottom lip but he was beginning to realize
the pain he was bracing for had not come. The feeling like having
a big turd in his hole told him the man�s cock had gained some
depth inside. Without thinking about it he was relaxing. Walt
pushed further and more of his prick went inside. Walt withdrew
and pushed again, still holding the cheeks of the butt apart.

When he was about two thirds buried in the boy, he took the boys
hips and withdrew and then again pushed back into the boy. Dean
was correcting his butt by moving the position of his knees as he
felt the cock was pulling on the upper part of his hole. This
slight adjustment was all it needed for Walt�s cock to slowly
ease home. He was in. It was exhilarating. Walt glanced at his
watch. �Christ it was a quarter after ten�. He�d been at this for
nearly an hour. How time flew.

�Are you OK Dean?� he asked again.

�Yes� came the muffled reply. �It's OK�

Walt fucked the boy. Just like he had fucked Timmy all those
years ago. Pushing deep and slowly pulling back. Holding the boys
hips at first, but after the connection was made firm and sure he
let his hands roam over the boys butt and lower back. Sometimes
on the in stroke he leaned forward and licked the build up of
perspiration in the small of the boy�s back. The fine hairs
glistened with sweat near the base of the boy�s spine. He rutted
careful and as his excitement grew he trailed his hands back to
the boy�s flanks and held the him firm. Dean�s breathing was
strong and steady. There was a degree of discomfort but largely
the sensation was foreign and he could not place the feeling in
context of anything he had experienced before. In one way he
wanted the cock to vacate his cavity but on the other he didn�t
want Walt to stop. He realized the importance of his submission
to the sodomy as being vital to the enjoyable parts of the sex
they would have going forward. He sensed Walt was nearing orgasm
when he felt the fingers grasp his flanks and Walt�s thrusts were
shorter and firmer. Walt had picked up the pace. He looked down
at the vein in his cock and slick sheen of KY was now tainted by
a faint tinge of brown as the mucus in the boy�s anus, tainted
with his normal bowel functions, was being drawn out on the
outstroke. The sight of his cock pistoning back and forth took
Walt over the edge. The sheer carnal excitement of this conquest
coupled with the physical pleasure, the heat and tightness of the
boy�s hole, took him beyond being able to hold back any more. He
gave in to the feelings overtaking him and for the last few brief
thrusts he rutted deep and hard and came with a cry of anguish as
if in deep pain. He was in ecstasy and he let go and came hard,
shuddering balls deep on each pump he squirted into the boy�s
bowel. His sudden rush of effort to drain his body with maximum
pleasure caused Dean�s ass to stretch as Walt was thrusting in a
way that was tending to lift the boy off his knees. Dean cried
out in pain at the asymmetrical stretching of his anus. Walt
misheard these cries as cries of delight as a woman cumming from
a stiff fuck in the porno movies, and he ploughed harder, causing
Dean to groan louder in discomfort. Fortunately for Dean the
explosion was over and Walt was spent. He eased back and rubbed
his face on the boy�s butt. Walt realized he was dribbling from
the mouth; such was his loss of control at the bliss he was
experiencing. He slurped the saliva from the boy�s skin and
slowly reared back. His cock was still lodged deep in the boy. He
took the base of his cock and slowly he withdrew it. He was still
hard and he lamented he could not simply push in and repeat the
experience just ended. But he knew this post orgasmic erection
would soon quickly deflate back to a warm flaccid state.

The relationship between Walt and Dean had taken a huge leap
forward. As Annie threw herself more into her work, she relied
more on Walt to cover her as a surrogate parent. Walt and Annie
were able to match the schedules so that either one could cover
Dean early evening. While Walt did not live with Annie and Dean,
he was more and more at their apartment. Some weekdays he minded
the grade schoolboy late afternoon and early evenings until Annie
came home. A day such as this did not pass that Walt did not fuck
the boy in his own bed. Dean was totally consenting in all they
did and actually reveled in the sexual games he played with his
adult lover. Weekends saw the two engaged in all day fucking,
resting and fucking. Walt was careful and considerate to ensure
the boy�s pleasure by repeatedly blowing the kid. This way he
endorsed the mutual favor each afforded the other. In reality the
balance was clearly with Walt. This did not seem to bother Dean
in the slightest. His relationship with Walt had finally plugged
the gap of understanding in his confused sexual identity. He knew
he would always desire men as his source of comfort and release.
Even though he had never experienced similar activities with
girls, he knew that was not what he wanted anyway. This situation
continued through into Dean�s twelfth year. While Annie secretly
knew Walt would not be her last lover, she was comfortable with
the expedience of their relationship. He was a considerate lover
and this made the intimate side of their relationship easier to
take in the absence of any deep personal feeling for him. His
respectful doting on her was in fact a cover for the desire he
felt for her son. There was an expedience in Walt�s favor that
Annie could not ever know about.

Given Annie�s feelings for Walt it was inevitable that she would
meet someone else. This happened about fifteen months of her
relationship with Walt began. She was dealing with a customer
called David Evans and through her help in solving his complaint
on some issue, she felt attracted to the man. Her professionalism
at resolving his issue impressed him. He also noted she was
attractive and in the absence of wedding rings he took a shot and
invited her for a drink �as a thank you for her diligence� in
resolving what was really a straight forward customer complaint.
Annie knew this was not about solving the complaint. She sensed
he was making a subtle play for some more time with her, beyond
her professional environment. Despite her tenet of not getting
involved with customers, she was flattered by his apparent
interest and agreed. As these things go, the meeting for drinks
saw Annie and David move quickly into a series of regular such
dates. As the weeks dragged by, she became more and more
attracted to David. He was divorced with two high school aged
children who lived in San Diego with his ex-wife. She had
remarried, and admitted his two daughters saw her new husband
almost equal to David as their father. While this was the cause
of some personal sorrow, he also loved the girls enough to
realize their happiness had to outweigh his feeling of needing
for ownership of their love and affection as a father. The
geographical distance between them supported the current
situation as he was unable to visit with them other than holiday
times. So from Annie�s view point, David was single and
available. He was CEO of a medium engineering design company and
was clearly well to do. His affection for her seemed sincere and
eventually they met one Saturday afternoon and made love several
times before she had to leave. She had told Walt that she was
meeting an old friend who was passing through town with her
family. Walt wasn�t in the slightest suspicious and in fact was
only to happy look after Dean for the day. As she was being
fucked by David, Walt was fucking Dean. And as she became further
attracted to David she began to assess how she would be able to
break with Walt without destroying him.

Despite her attempts to break with Walt in a manner that would
not leave him gutted, she failed. She was surprised at his
behavior. He was ashen faced while she broke the news, then after
his silence he became angry and eventually wept and begged her
not to do this. No matter how hard she used the �it�s not you,
it�s me� line, Walt could not be placated. It was the most
difficult thing she had ever had to do. What made it worse was
Dean also took the news badly. His reaction totally blew her
away. She had no idea that Dean felt so attached to Walt. At
first he was angry and violent in his expression of grief at his
mother�s news, and then he fell to the floor weeping and crying.
It took about 6 weeks for Dean to even speak to his mother; and
even then it was sullen and disrespectful. She wisely kept David
in the background, feeling it was not a good time to introduce
Walt�s replacement. Working with Walt made her life tough. She
requested a transfer and given the circumstances the area manager
agreed to move her to another store but warned her she must never
allow such employee fraternization to occur again. It was a
warning she would be dismissed if fraternization was ever
revealed again. Walt saw this as the final kick in the guts. He
resigned himself to the fact that the times he and Dean had was
over. Unless he could meet the boy without Annie�s blessing, his
chances of ever being with Dean again were virtually zero. Given
he was no longer available to mind Dean after school, or weekends
that Annie was required to work, she engaged a paid-for minder to
sit with Dean in her absence. This virtually closed off any
chance for Dean to steal away to meet Walt. The relationship
finally foundered and the boy reluctantly gave up on his first
lover and mentor.



DEAN�S STORY: RYAN & GRANT

The time with Walt had allowed Dean to admit his true sexuality.
He liked men. Over the few months following Annie�s breakup with
Walt, Dean began to reassess his situation. He was in need of
contact with men. His nightly masturbation fantasies revolved
about him giving himself to a series of faceless men who plugged
and ploughed his hole. He was reaching puberty and previously dry
orgasms were now slick with a clear liquid that oozed from his
cock. He sensed what was happening with his body and as the
months slipped by he noted the first strands of dark curly hair
around his pubis and under his arms. His voice cracked and
finally he jacked himself to his first real wet orgasm. Leaving
the underside of his bed sheet wet, and his hand with a deposit
of the milky slime he had ejaculated. Things improved when he
started middle school. He befriended a boy who one day admitted
to Dean he felt attracted to men rather than girls. Dean was
absolutely thrilled to learn Ryan had similar feelings to Dean
and it wasn�t long before the two thirteen year olds enjoyed
sexual contact in the form of mutual jacking off, one night Dean
stayed over at Ryan�s house on a sleepover. Ryan had never
previously been with anyone so this made Dean the experienced
one. Dean taught Ryan the art of oral sex and the two friends
spent hours of their time together, blowing each other to a
standstill. Dean showed Ryan the touches with hand and mouth and
how to take the load. Ryan quizzed Dean on how he knew as much as
he did and Dean deflected his friend�s curiosity with stories of
sneaking visits to adult internet sites. This was even more of a
lie because Annie did not own a computer and the only access Dean
had was at school. And this was usually tightly monitored.
However Ryan accepted Dean�s explanation and eventually Dean
convinced Ryan to agree to anal sex. This happened on a wet
Sunday when Ryan�s parents went shopping for a couple of hours,
taking Ryan�s younger sister. This left the two boys alone. Dean
asked Ryan if they had KY. Ryan knew what it was but did not know
of any in the house. They searched his parent�s nightstands and
were somewhat embarrassed to find a treasure trove of sexual
products. Condoms, Ryan�s mother contraceptive cap, a small hand
held latex dildo and a vibrator with a long cord coming from one
end. All tucked at the back of his mother�s nightstand behind a
collection of undies and handkerchiefs. No KY. Ryan searched the
bathrooms and eventually appearing with a large jar of petroleum
jelly. They nodded their agreement this would do and over the
next hour and a half, Dean greased his friend�s ass and after
carefully entering him, fucked himself to a tremendous cum. He at
last saw some of what made Walt cry out in anguish as if in pain.
It was pure pleasure. Ryan, hearing his friend�s ecstasy knew
instantly he had to try this to. The teenage prick of Dean had
been easy to take and he was keen to reciprocate and sodomize
Dean. This he duly did with the same cries of joy. Dean was at
last free from his melancholia of what he felt for Walt.

Ryan and Dean spent as much time as they could together. This had
the consequence of attracting barbs and comments from their
adolescent classmates and eventually it was unspoken but
understood that they were a couple of fags. In many ways the boys
were intellectually superior to their sneering homophobic
classmates about their sexuality and the two reaffirmed each
other and the prejudice did not faze them. It was through these
comments that another chapter in Dean�s sexuality opened. Ryan
was a better than competent gymnast. While their school did not
have a full time PE teacher, a number of classes were taken by a
contract coach. His name was Grant Peters. He was in his late
twenties and had specialized in working on gym apparatus. Dean
joined the group to be with Ryan. What no one knew was Mr. Peters
had pedophilic tendencies, leaning towards boys. It didn�t take
long for him to tune into the comments and smirks made by Dean
and Ryan�s peers, about them. Mr. Peter�s interest in the two
boys suddenly surged and he resolved to himself to get one or
both of these beautiful young teens into his bed. It started with
asking a couple of pupils to remain behind to work through some
aspects of the lesson just completed. He worked it so Dean and
Ryan were never called back together. Once he had established
parental acceptance Coach Peters kept back anyone who gave less
than 100%; nobody saw anything amiss in the practice. He was able
to manipulate a situation whereby he ordered Dean and one other
boy, Justin Meders, to remain after the class. Peters knew full
well Justin could never remain behind on Tuesday�s, at his
parents insistence. There was a weekly family commitment that the
coach had been advised of and agreed to when Justin joined the
group. This left Dean as the sole student to remain that Tuesday.
Peters put Dean through a few exercises on the unparallel bars
and this way he stood close to the boy and by supporting and
assisting the boy as Dean hung by his hands, he was able to rove
his hands over the boy�s body. It was subtle at first but he
became aroused and clumsy and it didn�t take Dean long to realize
the coach�s touching and handling was not an honest attempt to
help the boy�s techniques. Given Dean�s sexual preference, he was
excited by what was happening to him and rather than be offended,
he welcomed the touching by giving the coach a clear signal he
knew what the coach was doing. As the coach stood beside the
hanging boy, a hand on the boy�s tummy and one on his butt, Dean
eased his leg nearest the coach such that his lower outside of
his thigh, just above the knee, pressed into the coach�s crotch.
Dean instantly realized Coach Peters was hard in his shorts. The
coach was surprised but elated at this overt pass by the young
student and pushed himself closer to the boy, increasing the
pressure on his cock. As a further response Coach Peters quickly
slid his hand over the boy�s crotch, palm first. Eventually he
lightly grasped the boys cock through his shorts. The boy quickly
became erect. Dean was so excited he let the bar go and dropped
to his feet.

The pretense over, man and boy turned towards each other and as
Coach Peters slipped his hand into the waistband of the boy�s
shorts; Dean groped the man�s erect cock through his shorts. They
did this for a few minutes, Peter�s hand seeking out the boy�s
hard penis inside his jockey briefs and jacking the young spear.
Dean sagged against him and squeezed the man�s cock as well.
Peter�s was acutely aware the assembly hall was not locked and
anyone could enter at will. He composed himself and quickly sped
to the doors and turned the deadlock lever, securing the door. He
then guided the boy to the small office at the side of the stage.
Once inside he pulled the boy�s shorts and briefs down quickly
and lifted him onto the desk in the middle of the room. The
experienced pedophile lowered his mouth to the young boy�s cock
and began to tongue and stroke him. Dean steadied his precarious
perching on the edge of the desk with one hand and held the man�s
head with the other. Peters quickly and expertly sucked the boy
to a delirious orgasm, sucking in the boy�s cum and swallowing it
all. He stood up and Dean eased himself off the desk as it was
becoming hard on his butt. While he composed himself the coach
slowly lowered his shorts, revealing a very large erect cock.
Dean was transfixed at the coach�s hard cock and slowly realized
the coach was denude of pubic hair. He had always seen Walt�s
cock surrounded by his bush of pubic hair, but here the coach was
bald.

Coach Peter�s had a hidden life and was a frequent visitor to gay
bars and gay soirees within the local gay and lesbian scene.
Given his work with children, he was careful about those events
he attended to avoid discovery. Twice he had come close to be
discovered when he recognized parents of his pupils. One at a
bar, and he was sitting in a dark corner with a young rent boy
type; and the other time at a private party where a small amount
of light B&D was going on. The parent in question was trussed
hanging by his wrists in a vertical rack, with a ball gag in
mouth and wearing black sheer women�s panties. His cock was
jutting out above the panties waist band and a couple of leather
clad female doms were dragging their nails sharply over the man�s
body, leaving light red welts as the man groaned in pleasure. As
erotic as this sight was, Peter�s quickly withdrew and fled the
party.

Peter�s put his hands around the boy�s neck and drew the boy
forward and down. Dean responded immediately by dropping to his
knees and immediately began blowing the man. In that instant
Coach Peters was sure this boy had been here before. Perhaps many
times, judging by the expert way he synched the stroking of his
hand with his mouth and tongue. In short the boy was dynamite.
Peters did not allow the boy to have total control of the suck.
He directed the boy with quiet instructions of when to ease of
and when to build the pressure again. This way he coached the
boy, to draw out the pleasure as long as he dared. Finally it
became too much to prevent the inevitable and the coach held the
boy�s head firmly and thrust his hips obscenely at the boy as he
started to cum violently. Dean was taken by surprise. He was used
to the considerate Walt and Ryan and the coach�s animated
response caused him to stagger on his knees and he dropped his
hand off the cock reaching back for the desk front to steady
himself. This was a mistake as his hand was the only thing
preventing Peters from throating the boy with his pelvic
thrusting. Peters drove deeper than anyone had gone in Dean�s
mouth before and he gagged and struggled to remove the coach�s
invading cock. He felt a sharp acrid feeling in the back of his
esophagus as the bile rose up from his stomach. Choked by the
cock, the acid fluid had no passage but up through the boys nasal
passages and dribbled out his nose. Dean was panicking, unable to
breath and the liquid streaming from his nose was irritating his
nostrils. Peters shoved one last time and reluctantly withdrew
his engorged cock, waving it in the boys face. Dean dropped to
the floor on his hands and knees and gasped for air. There was a
small pool of his bile on the wooden floor and his chest heaved
as he struggled to regain his composure. Peters stood back and
taking his cock, he rubbed it against Dean�s face in an act of
subjugation. Dean recoiled, still seeking regular breathing and
he had barely regulated his breath when Peters forced his slimy
cock back in the boy�s mouth. Dean struggled and brought his
hands to the man�s thighs trying to push him back. Peters was
stronger and pushed and the boy backwards and his back came
against the desk front. The coach had him trapped and he growled
at the boy to lick him clean. Dean got the message and he took
the cock at the base and did as he had been commanded. Without
the man�s dominant urgings, Dean laved the cock and eventually he
calmed down. The coach returned his still hard cock back in his
shorts and helped Dean to his feet. The boy pulled his own briefs
and shorts back up and he adjusted the garments for comfort. When
he was suitably comfortable he sheepishly looked at his coach.
Peters smiled warmly at him.

�That wasn�t your first time was it� he said evenly.

Dean looked at the floor.

�Dean. Look at me please,� he ordered. The boy raised his eyes
and looked at the coach.

�You�ve done that before haven�t you?� the coach said.

Dean nodded.

�How many times?� the coach asked.

�I�m not sure� Dean answered quietly.

�What do you mean, not sure? Is it some times? A little bit? A
few times?� the coach quizzed the boy.

�I�m not sure,� Dean responded.

�For how long then?� said the coach? �When did it start?�

�I�m not sure. I think when I was eleven� Dean answered.

The coach raised his eyebrows at this news.

�Wow. So long� he said.

He was careful not to say �so young� so as not to draw attention
to the obvious that the boy was just that. A boy.

�Who with?� he said firmly.

Dean was now feeling bad about letting himself into this
situation with the coach. In spite of the coaches attentions, he
should not have responded the way he did. Dean blamed himself for
the situation he had found himself in.

�Tell me who it was� the coach repeated. �Father, a brother, your
mother�s boyfriend, or perhaps a family friend? Just give me some
indication. Adult, teenager, a boy your same age� the coach went
on. �You don�t have to name them. I understand you wanting to
protect them. I�m not in a position to do much about it, given
what we just did�

There was now a more reassuring tone in the coach�s voice. Dean
picked up on the coach�s admission that he was in no position to
point the finger at anyone else. Neither Walt nor Ryan. After all
Dean was well aware that his activities, with Walt at least, were
highly immoral and illegal. And the coach was perhaps even worse
than Walt as he was in a professional field where trust and
obedience by his pupils went with his job. Society would indeed
frown on educational professionals abusing their under-aged
charges. There was even an ethical code which prevented coaches
taking advantage of students of the legal age of consent.

�It was a man. A friend� Dean reluctantly admitted.

The coach nodded.

�Was he the first� he asked quietly.

Dean nodded.

�For how long? How often? The coach continued his questioning.

�Over a year. The first man� dean said.

�And after him?� The coach asked.

�Not a man,� Dean said.

�Ryan� the coach said as a statement rather than a question.

Dean nodded. He was starting to feel bad, having identified Ryan
as his lover. Peters realized the boys discomfort at ratting out
his school friend sex partner.

�What all have you done?� the coach continued.

�Everything�I guess� Dean answered calmly. �I�m not really sure.
I guess�� he paused. �You know, what we just did and�� his voice
tapering off.

�Did your man friend fuck you?� the coach asked.

There was an edge to the way he said fuck. The coach was finding
this interrogation exciting and his soft cock was reminding him
it was still very hard. He was enjoying the control he had as an
adult and a teacher. He was also excited at the thought this boy
was a well used bottom. Dean nodded.

�From the beginning or later after a lot of time sucking?� the
coach continued his inquisition.

�Near the beginning� Dean answered.

Grant Peters was delighted at this revelation. Before him stood a
beautiful boy, well used to being fucked by an adult cock. This
was great news. The coach pushed his shorts down and revealed his
still erect cock. He held the elastic of the shorts and let the
erection stand proud. Dean stared at the coach's penis. Not ten
minutes earlier he had struggled to expel this hard piece of
flesh from invading his throat. But standing at a distance, his
old emotions and feelings started to return. He wanted it. He
wanted to fondle and touch it. Taste it. Smell it. Make it feed
him its sticky viscous emissions.

�We�re near the beginning� the coach said softly. �Near the
beginning for you and me� he added.

Dean was staring at the cock and then he started at the Peters�
comment about �you and me,� and flicked his eyes to meet the
coach�s gaze.

�Do you want to Dean? You and me? Proper sex like you did with
your man friend?� he crooned.

Dean thought about the man�s suggestion for a moment and then
finally responded.

�I guess so� he said hesitantly.

�That�s good Dean. That�s really good. We can be great friends
and make each other fell really great� the coach continued in his
sly voice.

He had moved closer to the boy and was now stroking the boys hair
and ear and one side of his face. Dean shuddered with excitement
at the man�s gentle touch.

�I�m going to fuck you deep and hard Dean,� the Coach crooned
seductively and stroked the boy�s neck and ear lobe. �And you�ll
love it.�

Dean swallowed hard and his breathing became ragged and hoarse
with excitement to words; and the coach�s stroking shot a bolt of
pleasure through to the boy�s groin. Dean began to feel his own
cock stirring as he was becoming aroused by the Peters� touch,
and his seductive voice. The Coach guided the boy to the front of
the desk and Dean walked trance-like and instinctively leaned
forward and bent over the desk. Peters smiled at the submission
and anticipation shown by the boy. It occurred to the Coach the
boy had been in this position before so it was learned, not
anticipated. He reached for Deans gym shorts waistband and pulled
them down, taking his underpants with the shorts. The boy�s young
taught butt was exposed and he heard Dean gasp as he ran his hand
down one buttock and slipped his fingers in the butt crack. He
felt the boy�s anus and Dean stiffened slightly as the fingers
touch his rosebud. The coach left the boy and went around the
desk and fumbled in a cargo bag. He had secreted a bottle of KY
for the times he had unexpected sexual encounters; usually at the
fitness centre where willing gay boys loitered looking for a
quick fix of sex. Dean stared at the coach from his crouched
position. As soon as he saw the bottle in the coach�s hand he
gave a short hysterical giggle and the coach quickly looked at
the boy when he heard that sound. It wasn�t a giggle of mirth or
humor, rather a giggle of nervous excited anticipation at the
event that was about to take place. The coach smiled lewdly at
the boy.

�You want it don�t you Dean?� the coach said slyly.

The boy gave another involuntary giggle and licked his bottom
lip. The coach grinned and moved around to stand behind the boy
once more. He slicked his fingers and for the next few minutes,
he pushed copious amounts of the slimy liquid into the boy�s
anus. Smearing the dimpled surrounds of the anal pucker, to allow
the head of his big blunt cock to centre and open the boy�s hole
up. All the while Dean moaned quietly as the fingers delved deep
into him and then a second and third finger stretched his well
used hole. This was familiar to him and amounted to foreplay. His
wiener was already rock hard and flattened against the desk front
by the pressure from the coach leaning against him as he greased
his hole. The coach pushed his shorts down to below his knees and
his cock jutted out hard and strong, before him. Despite cumming
not long ago, due to Dean blowing him, he was excited and turned
on at the thought of fucking the teen. He had been with adult
males, albeit barely legal ones, for so long that he had nearly
forgotten the delirious pleasure from screwing a pubescent kid.
He�d had boys and girls about the age of thirteen or fourteen in
the past. One of the advantages of dealing with juvenile
gymnasts. Plenty of opportunity to seduce any na�ve wannabe
Olympic star; ready to do anything to get favored treatment from
the coach.

The coach had Dean dripping with lube and he rubbed the excess
from his fingers onto his hard cock. When he had transferred the
greasy film from his hands, he took the cock and stepped towards
the prone boy. As soon as his cock head touched the boy�s pucker,
Dean stiffened momentarily and then let out a low groan; almost a
sob of joy in anticipation of the cock sliding into him. All too
familiar to this young boy who should not know of such things.
The boy was drenched in the lube and the coach was amazed at how
little effort it was to penetrate the anus and slide unrestricted
into the hilt. Balls deep. Dean groaned and almost cried in joy
at the feeling of the complete fullness of an adult cock once
again lodged deep in his guts. The coach fucked him roughly.
Jabbing and slamming the boy frantically as he held the slim pale
hips. Dean spread his arms and gripped the sides of the desk as
he was pounded hard by the wiry athletic gym coach. Peters had
fucked twinks after visits to gay bays. Bottoms that loved to be
dominated. And like them, this boy was totally receptive to the
pounding he was getting and he thrilled to the groans and grunts
of pleasure and pain the boy was obviously feeling. At one point
the coach slowed and leaned back to view his thick cock wrenching
the tight anal orifice and saw a thin trail of adolescent semen
trailing down the mahogany desk front. The boy had cum. The coach
was spurred on by the carnal thought of what he was doing to the
boy and he picked up the pace and fucked the kid harder. He
couldn�t last. The visceral thrill surged through his body at the
thought of where he was and who he was doing this with. He
couldn�t control his rising lust and he came suddenly, crying out
as he bottomed the boy hard and he was aware of the slapping of
his groin against the boys firm young butt. Dean cried out and
sobbed at the pain of the coach�s thick pole twisting his anus as
the coach thrashed about in orgasm.

The boy was excited and turned on by the power Peters had over
him; and the force of the rough abandoned fucking he had just
received. Peters helped him to stand and the boy pulled up his
underpants and shorts. His underpants would be stained with semen
that would ooze from his asshole, by the time he got home. Peter
guided the shaken but happy boy out of the gym and dropped him
off at home. Dean usually bussed home but as it was later than
usual, the coach provided a lift which is what the deal was with
all the parents of kids who stayed longer than 4:30pm. Dean
became the coach�s special boy. His main source of carnal lust
and satisfaction. Dean loved being dominated by the lecherous gym
coach. To Peters� chagrin, it wasn�t always possible to fuck the
boy in the assembly hall office after practice. First he needed
to avoid the possible arousing of suspicions if he kept the boy
behind too often. Secondly there was always a possibility of
discovery by faculty or students who may still be on school
premises while the gym classes were on. So with Dean�s
complicity, the coach literally had the boy at his apartment.
This to be fraught with some risk as well; should some
inquisitive neighbor think it odd the young boy visited the coach
so frequently. So the net result was the available contact with
Dean was no more than once or twice every two weeks at best. Some
times he went three or four weeks without buggering the boy. For
his part Dean longed for the time with Peters; especially at his
apartment in the coach�s bed. Dean believed he was in love with
Grant. To be taken to his apartment and treated just like an
adult lover; like Grant had told Dean he had had before he met
Dean, was simply too much to believe. Coach Peters was cunning
and his normal diet of randy gay bar twinks was kept up, so as
not to arouse suspicion should he suddenly stop visiting the bars
in favor of saving himself for his boy lover. He lusted after the
boy�s pubescent body and enjoyed dominating the youth. For his
part, Dean still indulged in sex with Ryan but less frequently
now as Dean truly believed it was cheating on his adult lover.
Ryan was at a loss to understand Dean�s new prim attitude to
their sex and he noted Dean would not allow him to fuck him any
more, nor would Dean fuck Ryan. Preferring instead to stick to
mutual blowjobs and hand jobs. In Dean�s mind this was not real
sex.

But like all good things the relationship between Peters and Dean
ended. And it was abrupt and so it suddenly left Dean lost and
perplexed as to what had happened. The first he knew was
attending gym practice as usual about four months into the affair
and discovering the middle school gym coach effectively turning
the class away and telling them that Coach Peters would not be
back. After a few questions it became apparent the coach had left
town, though the reason was not mentioned. Dean was devastated.
On his return home, he went straight to his room and sobbed at
the hurt that Grant had left without so much as a word or
goodbye. Dean never did find out that Grant was found somewhat
inflagrante with a hot young man he had met at one of the more
straight bars the gay set sometimes used. The type of bar that
definitely did not approve of gays making out or behaving
coquettishly as was the case in typical gay joints. And there was
certainly no accommodation in the bathroom for quickies that the
gay joints seemed to be deliberately set up for. So Grant Peters
had taken the boy into a small park, bent him over the wrought
iron arm of a park bench, and was fucking the boy deliriously
when two cops spotted them from a police cruiser with the
searchlight. By the time Grant and the bottom had realized it,
one of the officers was standing beside them with his weapon
drawn and demanding they lie on the ground.

It wasn�t the actual degree of the criminal act Grant and his
partner were charged for that caused Grant Peters to flee, rather
it was his realization this would become known and his work in
this town would simply dry up. And also parents of the students
he had coached may start to wonder about the well being of their
kids once it became known Coach Peters had a taste for young men.
He left of his own volition, immediately after his arraignment
and bail. The judge accepted Grant�s source of income would dry
up instantly the facts of his charges were known and he was
allowed to move but given the added bail conditions of reporting
to a police station at his new location, until his case was
tried.

So for the next month or so, Dean moped and seemed to sleep walk
through his life. Eventually he came to realize that Ryan was the
only certainty in his personal life beyond his home and his
mother. He had just returned to full sexual contact with his
young lover when fate dealt him a second body blow. Ryan
announced his parents were moving to Reston Virginia. This was
the second blow in a short period for Dean and he plunged back
into depression and unhappiness; so much so that his mother Annie
was worried enough about him to seek some professional help. But
after two short therapy sessions, the shrink diagnosed the boy
was not in any deep psychological stress, rather it was simply
the juvenile angst commonly associated with losing a best friend.
�He�ll get over it� and �it�s just a rite of passage� in a young
boys life� was the opinion. Dean was careful not to open up to
the real reasons for his melancholia. He wouldn�t tell about
Grant Peters or the relationship he had with Ryan. He remained
firmly in his closet. But the shrink was at least right to a
degree and Dean did finally come out of his depression. He had
tried hard to seek out boys his own age who may think like he and
Ryan. But in his immediate school circle he the �fag� as was
muttered about him by his peers. His other adult sexual contact
to date had been with Walt but that was particular circumstances
as Walt was close into Dean�s home life. The chances or
opportunities of meeting someone like Grant Peters were not
obvious. It was in this frustrating sexual limbo that Dean
staggered into a new phase of his developing homosexual life.

DEANS LIFE: THOMAS

Dean had been to a movie matinee one Saturday afternoon. Despite
his fag tag, some of his school friends actually quite liked him
and he was often asked to birthday parties and movies and such
like. He even had one or two of his girl classmates invite him to
their teen parties as they knew he wouldn�t be a handful like
some of the other jerk boys whose own hormones were running
amuck. Not that there was any opportunity for him to meet anyone
who might see the look about him; that led another boy or a man
with a penchant for boys, to get to know him. Dean cut through
the very park where Grant Peters had been caught sodomizing his
twink. As he passed the very bench where Grant was caught doing
the dirty deed, a middle age man sitting there held Dean�s gaze
as the boy approached. Thomas Woszecz was a registered sex
offender who had to live by strict guidelines and avoid public
places or anywhere he could be alone with minors. He had taken
the shortcut through the park, when he otherwise normally would
have avoided it, because there was a block of toilets at one end
surrounded by a stand of trees. These were somewhat isolated and
more a part of the towns legacy rather than any practical useful
purpose. Despite the fact that there was no tangible evidence
that they were used by the gay fraternity or sexual predators,
the local council had often discussed tearing them down. They
were basically old, somewhat smelly and out of the way for easy
access and use. Basically Thomas had needed a piss and afterwards
he sat and took in the late summer air. What harm was there as he
was sitting quietly, alone?

Thomas spoke a greeting to the boy as he came abreast of him. A
cheery �hi, where are you off to?� as an opening gambit.

�Home,� the boy said simply, scanning the man�s face.

�Where have you been?� the friendly man asked.

�I�ve been to the movies with some friends. To see Star Wars
Two,� Dean answered amiably.

He had stopped and was looking down at the man. Thomas saw �that
look� about Dean. He had keen radar as a sexual predator, at
spotting kids that had what he called the X-factor. The look
about them that made them worth the risk to explore for further
contact. Thomas had only been caught once for sexual misdemeanor.
It was only the tip of the iceberg of what he could have been
charged for but authorities never ever found out about the litany
of sexual abuse he had perpetrated on young girls and boys alike.
Acts that would have seen him locked up for a very long time.
From fondling and oral sex with young children, through to full
vaginal and anal intercourse with kids physically able to take a
male penis. However officially, based on the one conviction, he
was a low level risk despite his being on the sexual predator
register.

�Was it a good movie?� the man continued.

�Yep. Yep. Pretty good. Not as good as the first three episodes,
but still good,� Dean responded.

The boy was sizing up the man. He had no idea on how to tell
adults ages but this man was clearly much older than Grant.
Probably more Walt�s age though he was totally different to Walt
in that he was dressed in brown pants and a brown sport coat with
a dark brown bow tie on a white shirt. In a word, dapper, if not
somewhat old fashioned. Walt had a more working man air about his
dress and demeanor. Tomas considered his move. He was sure this
boy was interested in him as a man.

�Are you I a hurry�what�s your name?� Thomas asked.

�Dean,� the boy answered.

�Are you in a hurry Dean, or would you perhaps like to have a
soda with me?� Thomas asked with a cheery smile. �I could do with
some company,� he added.

Having just made an innocent overture to the boy, Thomas knew he
was now on thin ice. Here he strayed into a public place talking
to a teenage boy. Just what he wasn�t allowed to do. If anyone
spotted him there could be repercussions if his past was
realized.

�I guess I could have a soda,� Dean answered warmly.

The boy had spotted this man as someone who he knew liked boys
like Dean. He felt excited and he had decided he would see what
developed. Besides, he looked a nice man, if not a little old
fashioned.

�That�s great,� Thomas answered; pleased the boy had shown no
hint of suspicion or wanting to shy away from a stranger being
instantly friendly toward him. Thomas was equally sure Dean was
up for more than an innocent time. He just knew it from the boy�s
eye contact. The knowing look he understood, and in the
pleasantries he knew were just masking the real unspoken truth of
the man�s interest. Given he believed Dean was probably not naive
about men and boys together he dared cut to the chase.

�I need to pee first Dean,� Thomas lied and Dean noted the man
had lowered his voice as if telling a secret. �Let�s go to the
toilets, I can pee and then we can get that soda,� Thomas
continued in a hushed tone.

Thomas furtively scanned the small green park for the sign of any
adults or possible witnesses to their meeting. There was a girl
some forty yards away; sitting with her back to them and
apparently reading a book, with a small dog beside her on a
leash. They had been there when Thomas entered the park from
behind her and as far as he could recall she had never looked up
from her book and so he surmised she did not know he was there.
Likewise Dean had entered the path behind her and Thomas was
pretty sure she never saw him either. The dog was facing them but
had his head on its paws sleeping. Realizing no one could see
them Thomas stood quickly and took the boys arm gently and guided
him back behind the stand of bushes behind the seat and towards
the old brick toilet building.

Dean and Thomas dropped the pretense once inside the toilet
block. The man guided the boy straight to a cubicle and shut the
door. The place had that stale piss smell about it but it was at
least relatively clean in the cubicle. Even the porcelain bowl
was vaguely white and the water clean. There wasn�t any toilet
paper on the roller but there was a clean plastic seat. Dean
turned to sit as Thomas guided him to do the same. They both
realized they had the same intent for Dean to sit. Thomas
couldn�t believe his luck. They boy�s instinct was to sit and
take the man�s cock. Just what Thomas wanted him to do.

Dean expertly blew Thomas. The man stood with his trouser open
and his short thick circumcised cock in the boy�s mouth. Dean
jacked Thomas slowly as he blew him; occasionally licking the
underside of the cock and looking up at Thomas with does eyes.
Dean was happy. When Thomas� ragged breathing and grasping the
boy�s head and pumping his hips signaled the onset of his orgasm,
Dean clung to Thomas� hips and took the man�s cock nearly right
into his throat. Thomas was short and fat, unlike Grant and Walt
who had been long and thin and Dean never could take all of their
cocks in fully. Thomas shoved his cock into Dean�s mouth. Fucking
his face with a lewd pumping of his hips. The boy�s lips clamped
the cock tightly as his hands were on the man�s hips to steady
him, and he didn�t want the cock to slip from his mouth without a
hand to guide it. Thomas came hard, yet stifled the urge to cry
out, lest someone may have entered the toilet building. Dean had
swallowed copious amounts of cum in his young career as a cock
sucker and he expertly took the man�s load; swallowing in a
controlled way while allowing the cock to keep plugging his mouth
and throat.

Eventually Thomas pulled out of the boy�s mouth and looked down
at the kid. He was amazed at the almost serene expression of
gratitude on the boy�s face. Christ the kid actually loved
sucking cock. Thomas had always regarded his cock being sucked as
his pleasure; not necessarily the pleasure of whatever kid�s
mouth he was in. And this kid took it all without a whimper. To
often young girls and boys had become alarmed at his pre-orgasmic
gyrations and tried to expel the invading member. Not this kid.
He clearly loved it in there. Thomas patted the boy�s head.

�That was fantastic Dean,� he breathed heavily in a whisper.

It truly had been great for Thomas. Dean grinned and nodded his
agreement. Thomas had the urge still. He wanted to see what the
boy knew and how far he could go. He wondered if the boy was up
for sodomy. But he had nothing to use as lube and it might prove
difficult and painful to penetrate the kid. It also occurred to
Thomas that Dean was probably through puberty so maybe the kid
might like to cum as well. He�d try that route first. Give the
kid a hand job; maybe even swap and blow him though he had to
admit that boy�s asses where his thing. Not there wieners. He
liked tight clean assholes and girls tight bald cunts around his
cock. And of course their young mouths on his cock. But this was
a new beginning and a totally consenting kid so he didn�t want to
spoil it by having one-way sex. Thomas motioned Dean to his feet
and undid the front of the boy�s jeans. He fished inside the
boy�s underpants and he was pleased to find the teen cock was
really quite substantial and hard. For the next few minutes he
stood with an arm around the kid�s shoulder and jacked the boy
expertly to a quick orgasm. Dean gasped and sagged in delirium as
the man's expert hand flashed his foreskin up and down his tight
boner. Dean reached his arms to the sides of the cubicle and
braced himself as he came and gasped and his now maturing
ejaculate spurted strong and hard and splattered against the door
of the cubicle. Dean lost control of bracing himself and nearly
staggered backwards to the bowl but Thomas steadied him, grinning
in the boys face and whispering encouragement for the boy to
enjoy the cum and to cum hard.

Dean tucked his deflating cock away and stood beaming at the man.
Thomas still had an arm around Dean�s shoulder and kissed the
boy. Thomas leaned down and kissed Dean tenderly; taking his chin
in his free hand as his mouth glued to the boy�s. For Dean this
was nice and the closeness of Thomas after sex was something he
enjoyed. Dean allowed the man to take him in his arms and soon
Dean�s arms were around the man�s waist. They made out for a few
minutes and Thomas finally broke the kissing and with his face
still close to the boy�s he stroked the boys head fondly.

�I�d like to fuck you Dean, but I fear I might hurt you and I
wouldn�t want that,� Thomas cooed at the boy as he cradled his
head.

Dean looked at the man quizzically. He was actually thinking of
Dean. Peters had fucked him dry on a few occasions and so had
Walt. It had been sore but it soon became better and though there
was some discomfort.

�It�s OK. I can handle it,� he said bravely. �Maybe use some
spit,� he suggested.

Thomas was encouraged by the boy�s suggestion. Not that he
necessarily believed he could muster enough spittle to grease the
boy; the kid clearly had no issue with Thomas trying to enter him
anally. He�d had sex in toilets before and he was no stranger to
boys or girls bending over the bowl as he entered them. Dean
studied the man�s face, realizing Thomas was considering his
suggestion.

�Well that should work,� Thomas said simply, and without further
ado the boy started to undo his jeans a second time.

Dean worked the jeans and underpants around his ankles, and with
a look of expectancy on his face, he turned and bent over the
toilet bowl, holding it at the sides and took his weight on his
hands. Thomas couldn�t believe his luck and quickly bared his
front, only this time pushing his slacks below his thighs to his
knees, and undoing the bottom buttons of his shirt. His cock was
stiffening at the sight of the boys smooth round butt and the
crevice between. He run his fingers lightly over the taught flesh
and slipped them into the butt crack and they grazed the boy�s
pucker. Dean gave a gasp of shock at the touch. The familiar
yearning returned to his chest and groin and he let out the small
uncontrollable giggle of excited anticipation which he now
invariably let out as nervous release, before anal sex.

The spittle theory was just that. A theory. Thomas slobbered on
his fingers and transferred the saliva to the boy�s anal ring and
beyond. But no matter how much he tried, he did not get the
feelings of slickness and ease of access for his fingers as he
poked and twisted the boy�s sphincter. For his part, Dean held
onto the toilet bowl and stoically took the discomfort and
occasional sharp pain that they caused as the man tried to
lubricate him and loosen him up. As an aside to the effort in
trying to grease the boy, the merry dance his fingers played
around and inside the tight hole were turning Thomas on. The
sense of control and power as the boy crouched submissively; as
the fingers prodded and poked at his hole. Eventually Thomas�
lust had got the better of him and despite the fact that the boys
anus was barely slick enough for his slender fingers, the man
introduced the head of his cock to the valley of the buttocks
that the pucker nestled in and for several minutes, he struggled
to introduce it into the boy�s ass. For his part Dean did his
best to help. Resisting the mans pushes that threatened to push
the boy over the back of the toilet bowl, and also straining as
much he dare, as if taking a dump; as Walt had taught him. Dean
was reluctant to do this too hard as he might actually expel some
feces from his bowel if he strained too much.

With the efforts of man and boy, Thomas� fat cock slowly entered
the boy. Dean realized all too soon that this man�s cock was
vastly different to Walt and Grant�s. For the first time in his
sexual life, the cock entering him gave the boy tremendous pain
and he sagged as the torture on his asshole shot through his
body. But he had initiated the sex this way and he was reluctant
to tell the man to stop. Instead he laid his face against the
back of one hand; with white knuckles from the pressure of the
grip and the pain in his rear, and sobbed silently as the tears
rolled from his eyes. As he was as controlled as he could be,
Thomas had no real idea the boy was in considerable discomfort.
He sodomised younger boys and girls and there was always an
amount of noise from the effort and discomfort of being rent
open. But usually he had used some sort of lubricant. The fact of
the boy�s obvious willingness to proceed without lubrication, and
his suggestion they do so, Thomas had not picked up on the fact
that Dean was in some pain. He pushed home gradually, finally
stretching the boy wider than Dean had been stretched before. If
Peters had fucked the boy roughly many times, it was with a sense
of control and a slick passage. Here the invading cock was just
too damn fat to take easily without lube. For the next ten
minutes, Dean sobbed as the man stood behind and fucked the boy;
reveling in the lewdness of the sight his eyes beheld as his fat
cock went in and out of the boy. The gasps and sobs Dean could
not help letting out when the pain became unbearable, Thomas took
for sobs of enjoyment. In short he literally buggered the boy
senseless as Dean�s mind fought to hold back the urge to cry out
and beg him to stop. So much so that his mind became befuddled
and he couldn�t think straight, such was the pain.

Thomas came hard a second time in the boys body. He held the hips
and pumped quickly as his cum spurted into the boy�s bowel and he
cried out, attempting to stifle his gasps of joy once again lest
someone had entered the toilet unknown to the man and boy. Dean
was sobbing silently. He was dribbling from the mouth and tears
streamed from his eyes even though they were tight shut. Thomas
emptied himself, feeling immensely proud and carnal about his
luck and this ultimate conquest of this boy. Eventually he pulled
his cock from the boy�s anus, leaving it gaping and red from the
terrible stretching it had just suffered. Unfortunately the
sudden removal of such a fat object had the effect of an enema on
the boy and too his dismay, a series of loud farts saw the
appearance of a brown ooze of feces mingled with the man�s cum,
as it oozed from the dilated pucker. The strong aroma of warm
shit filled the air and Thomas looked down quickly and worried at
the boy now fouling his inner thighs as he shit himself. Not
much, but enough to be distressing to both of them. There was no
paper on the roller. How the hell could they clean him up?

Thomas realized with a mixed feeling of disgust and sorrow that
the ooze was now running down the boy�s inner leg towards the
trousers and underpants around his ankles. After he fixed his
open trousers, he quickly stifled the feeling of wanting to gag
and barf at the smell, and roughly got one leg out of the boy�s
jeans and underpants, turning the garments on the remaining leg.
This meant that the shitty ooze would not foul the clothes below.
Dean was well aware of what his body had involuntarily done and
his sobs of pain were now mingled with shame. As Thomas sought to
help the boy and try to avoid getting too close as the smell
repelled him, they both nearly jumped out of their skins in
fright as a voice boomed from outside the door and there was a
loud rapping noise. Thomas� heart sunk. The voice was male and he
just knew it was a cop. He was painfully right.

Thomas was sent to jail as a serious repeat sex offender. The
girl in the park with the dog was in fact an off duty police
dispatcher. It was Thomas� bad luck that, almost the instant he
turned his back to her to walk behind the bushes and hurry Dean
to the toilet block, she had finished reading her book; and
having rested after exercising her dog, she was about to leave
the park. As she turned to pick up her bag from the grass behind
her, she saw a man and a boy disappear behind the trees. She had
seen the boy enter the park alone from her left but she did not
realize the man was there. She recognized enough from the man�s
furtive actions to get the boy behind the bushes that this was
not the case of a father and son together. She instantly saw
danger for the young boy. She called in the police and waited
near the entrance of the toilet block in case they left before
the police arrived. While she heard little, she knew full well
the two were in there together, for what was now becoming a
longer period of time for normal toilet.

Dean was sent to counseling for sexual abuse and his mother Annie
came under the scrutiny of social services and the police
counselors. Not that she could be to be blamed for this
particular event. You don�t expect your kid to willingly be
picked up by strangers and go with them to a dark place and be
molested. Dean was scared and miserable. His secret was out. And
Thomas had tried to blame the boy as initiating the sex. For his
part Dean admitted he went willingly and when other questions
came about other experiences, and despite steadfastly refusing to
implicate Walt, Grant Peter�s or the Ryan, the police social
worker was convinced Dean had in fact experienced sex with men.
So much so that she attested that as this had clearly happened
without his mother�s knowledge, Annie should have been aware of
her son�s contacts and friends and have been more vigilant. The
whole sorry affair had a deep effect on Dean and his mother and
for some weeks and Annie struggled to accept her son had been a
willing host to unspecified males. She suspected Walt as a
possibility in Dean�s sexual corruption, but given the
policewoman�s allegation she should have known about Dean�s
behavior, she steadfastly denied she knew anyone who may have had
access to the boy. Of course Walt was the prime candidate. This
was now clear by Dean�s reaction to her breaking of with Walt.
But of course revealing her nearly live-in relationship with Walt
would only open her to greater scrutiny and accusation of being a
bad mother. She kept her silence about Walt.

The process of counseling and rehabilitation brought a tremendous
strain on Dean and Annie. She became moody and her mood swings
were driven by self doubt as a parent, to anger at her own
inattention to Dean�s spare time and what he was doing, and to
despair that her baby had been defiled and violated by people who
should have known better. The one feeling she could not come to
terms with was to try to understand her barely pubescent son
having strong homosexual tendencies already. She made no attempt
to acknowledge it was a possibility despite the counselor urging
her to explore her son�s sexual identity and become in tune with
his feelings and urges. And perhaps better understand him. She
would not accept Dean could know he was gay. She strongly
believed he was simply na�ve enough to be used and corrupted. As
the weeks stretched into months, Dean became increasingly unhappy
at his mother�s contention he was ill or had a sickness that
would go. Now that the horror of the discovery in the toilet
block had subsided, the warm memories and happiness of his sexual
life with Walt, Ryan and Grant bubbled back to the surface and
swamped the bad gig with Thomas. It was the resurfacing of his
desires and needs that had been repressed by the sordid affair
with Thomas that drove Dean to run. Two month�s before his
fourteenth birthday, Dean slipped out the door in the night and
headed for the I95 interstate west, with the belief he could
hitch clear to California and to San Francisco. He had read about
the gay friendly city and decided this is where he wanted to be.
It was in the service stop just on the junction that he met Leon
and the trucker gave him a lift. Leon spotted that look in the
boy and Leon was pleased with what he saw.

�You go with men, don�t you boy?� Leon had drawled about ten
minutes after picking the boy up, just passed midnight.

Dean swallowed hard. Was it that obvious? He turned to the driver
and nodded with a faint smile on his young face. Leon chuckled.

�I thought so. You�ve got that look,� he answered wryly. �Lord
knows I ain't in a hurry to get to where I�m going. You can ride
along with me just as long as your tight little asshole can take
my cock,� he said casually, and turned to look at the boy�s
reaction.

Dean couldn�t help it. He licked his lips involuntarily, thinking
of what was tucked up in the trucker�s tight jeans.

�Goddam it yer grinning like the cat that got the canary at the
thought of it �ain't ya boy,� Leon guffawed. �Well I�ll be�this
is my lucky day. Git that sweet li�l mouth over here and give me
some good suckin,� the trucker chuckled, not believing his luck.

Dean leaned in towards Leon and began grappling with the man�s
belt buckle and zipper. Within a minute or two, Leon had eased up
in the seat slightly to allow the kid better access. The rig
swerved a couple of times as Leon was preoccupied with letting
the kid get his piece out. That settled and the rig aimed
straight and true in the right lane, the trucker leaned back into
his seat and grinned as the boy�s warm mouth went down over his
erect cock.

And now just a couple of hours later, after Leon had pulled off
the road in a rest stop on the interstate, there in the bunk at
the back of the cab Leon�s hard cock was slowly plowing the boy�s
warm slick anal furrow; greased generously by the lube the man
kept at the ready. Dean lay back with his legs over the man�s
broad shoulders and he was luxuriating in the fullness in his
butt hole. And to Leon this could be a girl. It just happened to
be a boy. Dean was in heaven. Two days to get to Washington Sate.
This was going to be a dream trip.


THE END

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