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 Warning: This story contains graphic depiction of sex between an adult male
and a preteen boy.  It is fiction and as such, fantasy.  Any similarities
to persons living or dead are purely coincidental.
   The Beachcomber
   By Romany
   (M/b)
   Calder lay back on the tousled mess of his bed.  He placed one hand
behind his head on the pillow and looked down his naked body and a smug
feeling came over him as he slowly came out of the deep doze he had been
in. His left leg was straight with his right leg bent at the knee which was
splayed out near the edge of the mattress; the right heel touching the calf
of his left leg.  His cock lay across his left thigh framed by the tousled
mass of his pubic hair which extended up to his navel.  He looked at his
flaccid cock and smiled to himself.  The boy was exquisite and exactly what
he had hoped for.  Calder had returned here for these few days' vacation
because of a successful three days last summer.  Back then it was the
thirteen year old whom he had encountered.  Today the boy was younger, at
twelve; and far more knowing despite his age.  Calder allowed his eyes to
shut lightly and he took in the sickly aroma of spent semen which hung
lightly in the air; mixed with the faint funky odor that had come from the
boy's ass.  It had been wild and torrid.  His mind lazily recalled the
events that led to this carnal afternoon.
   ***
   Calder enjoyed wandering the beach.  He was a beachcomber of sorts but
it wasn't flotsam and jetsam he was fossicking for.  He always wore
sunglasses which gave his eyes the freedom to slyly regard the other users
of the beach.  He was most interested in prepubescent girls or boys; but
the sight of a teen girl or sexily clad adult female was also worthy of
sideways glances.  But primarily his interest was juveniles.  That morning
he had walked about half a mile from the small cottage he had rented, that
sat back in a small stand of trees behind the line of sand dunes that was
the barrier from the county road to the beach.  He had walked up over the
dunes and onto the beach above the high water mark at about eleven thirty.
The morning was warm though overcast and this clearly accounted for the
beach being nearly deserted for late June.  Ordinarily there would be
several hundred bathers along the nearly half mile of sandy beach between
the two bluffs north and south, which formed the bay which the beach
dominated.  He saw maybe two dozen people in small numbers.  Perhaps other
potential beachgoers were waiting for the cloud to lift and the sun to
break through.  Some children played down by the water.  He strained his
eyes to check them out and he was disappointed as the oldest was probably
not ten.  He scanned the beach and saw two adults sitting further up the
beach watching the children; probably diligent parents.  Beyond them some
hundred yards further south was a couple and a small dog.  Beyond them were
several other clusters of people; mostly adults and some with small
children.  He looked north towards the closest bluff and noted he was the
most northern person on the beach.  His heart sank.  If the forecast was
right in that the weather would be somewhat inclement until after the
weekend, this would keep people from the beach.  The main beach goers were
usually from the large camping park to the south, as well as a smaller
stream of locals who would be the sole inhabitants once the kids returned
to school in September and the camping park empty.
   Calder walked about half the length of the beach and decided there was
nobody of interest further to the south; his search for prepubescent
preteens stymied by the overcast weather.  While his preference in boys
could extend beyond puberty he was usually not interested in boys beyond
thirteen years of age.  He had had some problems with older teen boys and
their attempts to assert themselves.  Calder was a Top and being a Bottom
was never an option; something that had irritated older boys he had engaged
in sex with.  Girls beyond puberty were out as there was the small matter
of birth control.  Calder was a pedophile who had made a habit of preying
on young boys and girls since his mid-teens; incited by his own experience
of being abused by a trusted friend of his parents who had first pushed the
boys hand onto his cock, during a family camping expedition when Calder was
barely nine.  The kindly Mr.  Simpson proceed to indoctrinate the boy in
the ways of men and boys and by the time his eleventh birthday rolled
around, the preteen Calder had sucked his father's friend's big cock
countless times and eventually, amidst the blinding pain and agony of his
deflowering, Mr.  Simpson had sodomized the boy with loud noisy
ejaculation. By the time Mr.  Simpson was busted for indecent assault on a
twelve year old girl, the now thirteen year old Calder had been well and
truly broken in as Simpson's ready sex toy.  His mother and father made
oblique references to Simpson in an attempt to see whether their son may
have been a victim of the growing list of abused children that came to
light as the charges against Simpson were made.  But strangely no one told
Calder specifically what had gone down with Simpson nor asked him directly
if Simpson had done anything improper with the boy.  He suspected his
parents simply chose to accept Calder was unscathed by their contact with
their friend.
   And so Calder went into a two year hiatus following his man lover being
incarcerated for twenty five years at least.  The normal rites of passage
with girls their own age, that an early teen boy would expect to go
through, did not happen for Calder.  Not until when he was sixteen year
when Calder had a short but erotic episode with a twelve year old girl who
was staying with his next door neighbor.  The girl was much like the
younger Calder in that she had been abused by an adult relative.  She took
a shine to the handsome teenager and within two days of her arrival to
visit her relatives, which were his neighbors, they were making out in the
neighbor's basement.  A full exchange of groping each others genitals while
kissing on an old battered couch.  Later that same night the girl had
slipped away from the house and the two had sex in the small shed at the
back of Calder's yard.  From here Calder realized that there were a
moderately high percentage of preteens that were willing to experiment
sexually and they became fair game.  By the time the young Calder hit
adulthood, he was all ready way down the slippery slopes of being a serial
abuser and predator of children; having surprisingly more success with boys
than girls.  In view of his own acceptance at being fucked regularly by
Simpson, he found boys were easier to seduce as they had the recent
experiences of masturbation to convince them of the power of their
fledgling urges and the ease to satisfy them.  Most girls who wanted to
flirt with a late teen or young adult man, usually knew enough not to go
beyond the enjoyment of the excitement of sensing the males attraction for
their nubile bodies.  Despite this Calder had to use two hands to count on
his fingers, the number girls he had abused; if not actually completing
full sexual penetration.  He had had intercourse with four of his victims
and none older than twelve years of age.  This compared to the at least
fourteen boys around the ages of eleven to thirteen he had had sexual
liaisons with; and at least six of them he had had full anal sex at least
once.  Three of the boys had been to him much like he was to Mr.  Simpson;
regulars that the teenage, moving into adulthood, Calder had been fortunate
enough to transition from these boys one after the other until his early
twenties.  At twenty eight he was a fully fledged predator with strong
pedophilic tendencies.
   His non contact hours were spent gathering and storing countless images
of pornographic content of sexual abuse of children gleaned from various
sites on the internet.  Often many of the images were readily available as
titillating picture links on adult porn sites; to lure the web surfer to a
more dark promise but which invariably were just another legal adult porn
page.  However, he had also garnered a number of video clips from
peer-to-peer file share sites and had some twenty or so gigabytes of clips
of sex with children and early teens.  Like many pedophiles he had a set a
minimum age and deluded himself into believing he had a sufficient moral
integrity because he was repelled by sex with children clearly below the
age of ten or so.  While Calder's preference was eleven to twelve with
girls, and eleven to thirteen with boys he had numerous clips where girls
in particular were clearly well through puberty; probably from countries
where the age of consent was as low as fourteen, like Japan.
   As Calder turned to walk between two lower sand dunes which formed a
natural path back to the county road, he saw a boy sitting in a dune to the
south side of the path.  At first he didn't take much notice but as he
glanced up, the boy also turned to look at Calder approaching a set of
wooden barriers made to keep trail bikes from using the path to the beach.
It was one of those split second moments where both the boy and Calder
recognized an interest of one for the other.  Calder was stunned by this
instinctive realization the boy had some interest other than simply
regarding the movements of another beachgoer and he stopped; staring at the
boy who he saw was about eleven or twelve with longish fair hair.  As the
man and boy regarded each other, the boy who was sifting sand through his
fingers between his spread legs as he sat on the gentle slope of the dune,
lifted one hand and gave a small wave at Calder.  Calder grinned in delight
at the boy and waved back.  The two regarded each other for a moment and
Calder, emboldened by the boy's wave, made a motion with his head for the
boy to join him.  The boy dusted his hands by slapping the palms together
and stood up.  He was dressed in a plain white tee shirt and canvas cargo
shorts.  As he walked carefully down the soft sandy dune, Calder saw the
boy was wearing leather sandals.
   The boy ranged up beside Calder in a matter of thirty seconds.  As he
approached the man, the boy saw Calder quickly checking out if there was
anyone watching from behind as the boy approached.  As soon as the boy
arrived beside Calder he placed a hand lightly on the boy's shoulder and
urged him forward.  Not a word had been spoken as yet and the boy
obediently let the man guide him through the barrier and it wasn't until
they were close to the road that Calder spoke.
   "What's your name?" he asked brightly, realizing they would soon be on
the narrow winding road and they could walk in the tree line that bordered
the inland side.
   "Jeremy," the boy said glancing at Calder with a smile; his voice
breaking a little as he announced his name.
   Calder glanced sideways at the boy.  He was on the verge of puberty. 
The voice would be somewhat uncontrollable for a few months.
   "I'm Calder," the man answered.
   "Is that your first or last name?" Jeremy asked smiling at the man who
still had his hand lightly on the boy's shoulders.
   "Yes," Calder laughed at the boy and noting the boy's confused look, he
added; "Calder will do," and he smiled warmly at the boy.
   Calder guided Jeremy across the dusty road and onto the grassy berm that
led into the trees, lush with the fullness of summer foliage.  As they
walked he asked Jeremy where he was from and how long he was here; learning
the boy was here with his family from Sacramento.  They were staying at the
camping ground and leaving the first week in July.
   "How old are you?" Calder asked catching the boy's eye as he asked the
question.
   "Twelve...nearly thirteen," Jeremy answered and he blushed under the
stare of the man.
   Calder's heart skipped a beat.  The boy knew instinctively the man's
interest.  Calder knew instantly the boy recognized his interest as well.
Calder smiled and muttered "splendid...what a good age," and they walked on
in silence for a few yards.
   "Where are we going?" Jeremy asked breaking the silence.
   He was excited by meeting the man.  He had been contemplating a boring
two weeks with his highly strung mother and two scatty sisters, who were
ten and eight.  His father would be out golfing most days; leaving the rest
of the family to fend for themselves by going to the beach.
   "I have a small cottage I am renting...for the weekend," Calder said
easily.  "I thought we could have a soda and...and get to know each other,"
he added and once more the man and boy briefly locked their eyes with each
others.
   `He's got it' Calder thought.  `If he's not up for it, he'll think of a
way to avoid getting there' noting the boy continued waling without any
apparent concern.
   "Sounds good," Jeremy answered easily though his heart was beating
faster.
   He knew he had recognized `the look'.  The look he had seen only two or
three times, but yet had learnt led to exciting things.  Once in his local
mall; another time while waiting for a Walk light when in town for a movie.
Each time a glance at a friendly male had lead to conversation and a series
of exciting events that followed.  And then there was the part-time gym
teacher, Mr.  Blanchard.  Each had produced unexpected and exciting times.
They covered the quarter mile or so back to Calder's cottage quickly.  Both
man and boy walking at a fast gait; both with excited anticipation what
could happen this afternoon, as the clock had rolled passed twelve noon. 
The cottage had no fence and Calder led the boy from the side and around
the back of the small white building.  He took the key from his pocket and
opened the weathered door to the rear which led into the kitchen area that
dominated the entire length of the back of the dwelling.  Jeremy stepped
passed Calder and into the room which was basic with yellowing grey
linoleum on the floor, and faded cream paint on the walls; the door
surrounds being a whiter color and obviously recently repainted in an
attempt to spruce up the tired interior of the kitchen.  There was a basic
pine table and six chairs which had seen better days.  Jeremy walked to the
end of the table and Calder breezed past him to an aging refrigerator and
after rustling around inside, returned with two cans of Sprite, handing one
to Jeremy.
   They opened their cans in unison and laughed at the coincidental hissing
as the fizz escaped from the soda.  Calder threw his head back and took a
long draft from the can.  Jeremy watched and then took a strong swig.  They
both wiped their mouths with the back of their hand in unison and chuckled
once more at their coincident timing.  Jeremy stood with his hip against
the corner of the table and Calder stood in front of him and his eyes roved
over the boys form.  Slim torso with his small nipples just visible against
the tee shirt cotton, and his cargo shorts ending at his knees.  The legs
were still denude of hair but there was a hint that he was on the cusp of
puberty as evidenced by the hint of fine blond hairs on his upper lip. 
Jeremy sensed the man's eyes regarding his body and blushed and took a swig
from the can to hide his embarrassment.  Calder stood watching the boy's
throat contract as he swallowed the soda and wondered how it would be with
his now hardening cock shoved back in where the cool liquid was now
lubricating the boy's esophagus.  With a faint groan of excitement Calder
took a half step towards Jeremy and cupped the boy's crotch with his hand.
No sense in delaying the inevitable.  They both knew why Jeremy had come
here.
   "Are you hard?" Calder croaked as a surge of lust took him over.  "Oh
God yes you are," he gasped and clasped the boys erection through his thick
denim shorts.
   "Yes you are my beauty," he groaned and he placed his soda can beside
the boy on the table and used both hands to expertly open the boys flies.
   Jeremy had frozen with his head bent back and the can still at his lips
when he felt the strong fingers groping his cock.  He was half hard with
the excitement of the contact with the man and his cock swelled almost
immediately Calder felt it through his pants.  By the time Jeremy had
gasped in surprise at the assault and taken the can from his mouth, Calder
had moved closer and was now stroking the boy's hard erection with a dagger
grip of his left hand; the other hand taking the soda can from Jeremy's
hand.  The boy trembled and groaned at the exquisite feelings the hand was
giving him in his cock and groin and he slumped back against the table for
support; both hands reaching to the table edge to brace against falling, as
he felt his knees go weak.
   "You're ready for it," Calder growled almost obscenely, and gave a low
chuckle of delight, as he squatted and took the preteen's three inch
erection easily into his mouth.
   He began to suck it firmly as he opened the waist button of the boy's
shorts and dragged the shorts and underpants down past the boy's knees' so
he could slowly fondle the small ball sac as he sucked the kids cock.  With
one hand fondling the balls and the other stroking the base of the cock,
Calder ravaged the boy's hard little organ.  Jeremy was gasping and
moaning; his hands moving around the edge of the table in excitement as the
pleasure slowly warmed his body.  This is what he had come for; this is
what he delighted in.  The contact with a man.  Soon he too would have the
enjoyment of feeling and tasting a man's erect cock, which he had become
ardently attracted to through his own recent encounters.  He was up for it
all right.  And what ever followed.  Jeremy was no novice; no virgin to the
lust of men like Calder.  He loved it.  He came unexpectedly; groaning and
sobbing in joy as his cock spurted into Calder's demanding mouth.  Calder
had sucked cock countless times as a boy himself.  He was democratic about
oral sex and had sucked his boys always; to taste their cum.  More
importantly there pleasure first was the guarantee to get what he needed
from his boys.  Once they had been served by Calder's expert mouth, they
were usually there for Calder to do whatever he wanted afterwards.
   ***
   The next few hours moved like a blur for Jeremy.  He would groan, cry
tears of pain and joy, and gasp in abandon as Calder took him through
phases of sexual enjoyment the boy was no stranger to; and had yearned for
since the first time when he was barely ten years old.  Calder had risen
from in front of the giggling gasping boy and with a broad smile, pushed
Jeremy's shorts and underpants to his ankles by using a foot on the crotch.
The boy stepped out of his shorts and Calder led him unsteadily to the
single bedroom which took up half of the cottage front.  Jeremy's legs felt
heavy and he wanted to lie down.  He got his wish after Calder removed the
boy's tee shirt leaving him naked except for the sandals.  Calder tapped
the boy's feet and muttered "shuck em" and Jeremy clumsily slid each sandal
off using the other foot to discard each sandal in turn.  He was eased back
onto the bed, his butt catching the edge and his feet still on the floor as
his head, shoulders and back came to rest on the bedspread.  Calder urged
the boy up the bed and then as Jeremy moved about to get comfortable on his
back, Calder quickly stripped his own clothes.  He was already very hard;
his circumcised cock standing hard and proud; jiggling slightly as he
shucked his clothes.  He quickly went to his suitcase on the floor under
the curtained window and retrieved a large plastic bottle.  It contained a
lubricant allegedly designed for anal sex.  Supposedly made to ensure the
rectum was kept free of bacteria from the intrusion of fingers and cocks.
He had bought it on line from a gay web site.  He didn't know whether it
was as safe as it claimed but it seemed a better viscosity than KY and
lasted longer then Vaseline in his experience.  He was prepared and this
product was used on either boys or girls.
   He threw the bottle on the bed near Jeremy's head.  The boy wasn't
taking much notice of the man's actions as he had allowed himself to relax
following the release in Calder's mouth.  He opened his eyes slightly as he
felt Calder's weight on the bed and the opened them wide as Calder's cock
smacked his lips gently.  The man was astride the boy's chest.  Jeremy
angled his head back a little to get a better view of the large obscene
cock-head resting on his lips.  Calder moved quickly and one hand went
behind the boys head, clutching the long straggling blond hair and he
jerked the boys head up.  Jeremy got the message.  He opened his lips and
allowed Calder to hold his mouth such that he could force his cock into the
boy's mouth.  Calder enjoyed himself.  Holding the boy's head and
occasionally stroking his cock himself, and then letting the boy stroke it
as he sucked.
   "You've done this before," Calder chuckled softly as he watched the boys
face becoming more interested in what he was being made to do.
   The boy was enjoying the cock in his hand and mouth.  He had done this
numerous times.  He worked diligently on the man's cock in his mouth and he
slid a hand between his throat and the man's crotch and fondled the big
hairy balls.  Calder had an abundance of hair from his upper thighs to his
pubic area and then up to his navel; with a small thatch on his chest.  By
now Jeremy was into his work and he wanted to taste the man's cum.  He
reveled in the hardness of the man's cock yet fascinated by the softness of
the outer skin in contrast.  The head occasionally popped from his mouth
and he smacked his lips to ease the tightness in his face muscles from
prolonged sucking as he studied the underside of the large red angry head.
Calder saw the boy licking his lips to lubricate them as they had become
dry from being stretched by the cock.  He took this as a sign the boy was
smacking his lips in enjoyment and he grinned and taking his cock, he
shoved it into the boy's mouth and back harder than before, causing Jeremy
to gag and twist to get his head further back to minimize the intrusion. 
Calder took the boys actions as an act of insubordination and a brief
wrestle ensued with Calder eventually winning as he pinned the boys wrists'
together above his head and pushed his cock in long measure shoves into the
mouth.  Jeremy's eyes began to water and he was suffering from the deeper
invasion of the cock.  Eventually as his faced reddened and it looked to
Calder like the boy was about to cry, he pulled out quickly; the boy's
mouth making a popping sound as the cock was withdrawn.  As Jeremy
struggled to regain his composure, Calder smiled almost cruelly at the boy
and wiped his wet cock over the boys face; drawing it across his mouth and
then lightly slapping the boy's cheek.  When he saw the boy had regained
composure he eased back into a squatting position and then back onto his
knees, pushing the boy's legs open.
   Mission accomplished so far.  The boy had been subjected to mild
domination and hadn't reacted too badly.  Calder was feeling excited at the
prospect of ravaging the boy's tight ass.  He reached for the lubricant and
deliberately flipped the cap and poured a large amount of the liquid onto
his finger tips; all the while smiling crudely at the boy.  Jeremy lay
working his mouth and jaw to lose the ache of the man's raping his face;
and he chewed his bottom lip nervously upon seeing what Calder was doing.
As Calder leaned forward he said "up" and nodded at the boys butt.  Jeremy
knew the drill and reaching down he placed his hands under his own thighs
and lifted his legs, drawing the knees back yet spreading his legs as his
buttocks came off the bed and Calder saw the dark brown smudge of the boy's
anus.  Here was the prize.  With a lurid grin, Calder smeared the lubricant
around the pucker and slow and systematically introduced first one and then
eventually two fingers into the boy's hole.  He worked the fingers around
and Jeremy grunted in excitement and a degree of discomfort as the fingers
became more intrusive and searching; stretching the boy as well as pushing
deeper.  Calder watched the boy's face and saw the first shudder of
enjoyment as his fingers scraped over the preteen's prostate.  He smiled
and massaged it gently and watched the boys cock lift as it hardened on his
groin.  Pulsing almost as the fingers did their dance on his inner hot
spot. Satisfied he was ready; Calder put the nozzle of the lube bottle to
the upper side of his cock and squirted a long bead of lubricant down its
length.  He flipped the cap closed and then masturbated the lube over and
around his cock with his free hand; all the while two fingers spreading the
boys hole so it dilated about the size of a nickel.
   Calder was ready.  He shuffled forwards on his knees and lowered his
hips so the cock head approached his fingers jammed in the boy's ass.  He
did a quick replacement of the fingers with the cock head and pressed
against the pucker; holding the pressure without pushing too hard at first.
Jeremy always had difficulty accepting the cock at first.  His regular
abusers knew this and always went slowly, but Calder was seeing his boy as
simply willing tight flesh and he couldn't wait to engage.  He shoved hard
and Jeremy gasped and cried out "no...slow...wait..." as the cock head
pushed through the initial resistance of his sphincter.  Calder ignored the
boy and shoved harder causing a flash of fiery pain in the boy's anal ring
and he gave into the pain and sobbed loudly, his hands trying to push
Calder back off him.  Calder's face clouded as the boy fought to expel him
and he grabbed the hands expertly and pinned the wrists as he had done
before.  As Jeremy had dropped his legs it became more difficult for Calder
and realized he was about to loose his ground.  He shoved harder and
skewered the boy deeply as the sphincter yielded to the force of the cock;
the lubrication helping the intruding cock slide deep into him.
   Jeremy gasped and sobbed, begging Calder to "take it out...take it
out...you're hurting me..." as his tears rolled down his face.
   But Calder had made the beach head.  He simply released the boy's hands
and gripped the kid's buttocks to lift as he shoved balls deep in the
preteen's tight ass.  For the next few minutes he fucked deliberately;
gradually adjusting the angle of attack by moving his knees wider to lower
his hips a little as he held the boys butt off the bed.  Jeremy realizing
he could do nothing to get the man out of him moved his butt and shoulders
so he helped get his body in a position where the throbbing in his anus was
most tolerable.  Between the Top and the Bottom, the two found a medium
where the fuck took on less discomfort for the boy and maximized the
pleasure for the man as he sodomized the boy thoroughly.  As he became used
to the thrusting in and out of his ass Jeremy's hands came to Calder's
shoulders and his eyes became heavy as the man long-dicked him.  The cock
skidding occasionally over the boys prostate and he watched enthralled at
Calder's look of delirium as he fucked his ass deep.  Jeremy was now in a
space he was comfortable with.  He had been fucked many times in a number
of ways.  This was ok.  No, this was great.  Half an hour earlier he had
been sitting under cloudy skies in warm sand dunes; wondering when his
mother would find him and insist he come back to the camp to look after his
smaller sisters so she could have so time to herself.  Now here he was
being vigorously sodomized by a man he had never met before this day.  And
he was now loving it; his small cock hard and pointing along his body.
   Jeremy came first; without a hand to touching his cock.  It quivered and
spurted his semen along his body as the he gasped and gave a series of
small baby-like sobs as he ejaculated.  Calder was watching the boy's face
with a cruel sense of enjoyment as he slid in and out and he paused for a
moment and bent his head to look at the junction of their bodies.
   "You really love this," he chuckled seeing the wet smears of ejaculate
on the boy's bare pubis and stomach; and as if it was a signal, Calder up
the tempo and began to fuck the boy harder.
   Jeremy groaned and gasped as the big cock twisted and stretched him and
the sense of fear that he had no control of what was happening returned. 
Calder fucked the boy rapidly to his own ejaculation, crying out and
shoving as hard as he could as if to shove right into the boys guts.  He
gasped and groaned as he came hard and he twisted for leverage.  Jeremy
felt the returning pain and the tears flowed.  But somewhere in the middle
of the noise of Calder's enjoyment and the fiery hurt in his asshole, he
was gibbering "yes...yes...yes...yes..." almost hysterically as the man
spent into his body and collapsed; his chest heaving and his mouth drooling
obscenely.  Jeremy's tears ran down his cheeks and his ass felt like it was
on fire.  But his hands came up over the man's shoulders and he heard his
voice croak "do it again."
   ***
   The two fucked once more before Jeremy had to leave.  It started as
before; Calder lovingly sucking the kid to a joyous third ejaculation,
although this time Jeremy lay on his back propping his buttocks up as
Calder's fingers pushed into his anus and raked the prostate once more. 
Having allowed the boy to calm down, Calder had rolled onto his back and
coaxed the boy into a brief sixty-nine.  The boy's small cock still
semi-hard drooping down into Calder's mouth while his own cock was in the
boy's mouth.  He held Jeremy over him for a few minutes and satisfied he
was sufficiently hard, he rolled the boy onto his hands and knees and
lubricated the asshole with slippery probing fingers.  Crouching on the
soles of his feet, Calder slid his greased cock easily through the dilated
sphincter.  Well used and lubed so the intrusion was not so painful for the
boy this time.  Jeremy grunted and groaned loudly as he was fucked; more
out of excitement to the whole scene rather than from the arousal.  He was
blissfully happy that there was little discomfort, and he was getting off
on hearing Calder's grunts and gasps of joy and effort as he rocked
obscenely on the balls of his feet; as he cock slid from tip to balls back
and forth in the tight hole.  Near the end, Calder reached around and found
the hard little cock and slowly jacked the boy as he slowed himself to
prolong the fuck.  Jeremy eventually lost it and his forehead touched the
bed as his strength waned from a fourth ejaculation that afternoon.  As he
lost his position, his shoulder sagged yet his butt remained high and
Calder fucked hard and came in long spurts crying out "oh yes...fuck
yes...oh God...fucking beautiful...fucking tight gorgeous boy..." and a
mixture of crudities as he emptied himself shamelessly in the boy.
   "Boys are best," he gasped.  "You boy's are always best," he chuckled
and he slid out of the kid's tight hole and collapsed beside Jeremy,
draping an arm over the boys back.
   Jeremy dressed at about half past three and with an embarrassed smile
bid Calder farewell at the bedroom door.
   "Will you come again tomorrow?" Calder had asked as the boy dressed.
   "I don't know," Jeremy had said with a look of sadness.  "I seem to be
babysitter for my two sisters when we go camping," he said ruefully. 
"Dad's OK as he just goes and plays golf.  But mom argues it's her holiday
to and I get detailed to make sure the kids don't wander off or are alone
on the beach.  If it's a sunny day I'll have to stay around them at the
beach."
   "Understood," Calder said with a hint of disappointment.  "What about
tonight?"
   The boy looked perplexed at the question.  How could they be together at
night?
   "Can you get away...sneak out?" Calder said explaining his meaning as he
noted the boy's confusion to his question.
   Jeremy's face lit up.
   "I sleep in the small fly ten," he began, clearly pondering his
situation.  "The main tent has two rooms; one for mom and dad and the other
for the girls," he said his face brightening.  "Once I go to my tent, they
never come near except to wake me in the morning."
   "You could slip away after they go to bed," Calder said with a grin,
daring to believe it was possible.
   "Yeah...but...only...it's a long walk here," Jeremy said a little
despondently.
   "I'll wait near the camp entrance in my car," Calder said
optimistically.
   They made their plan.  Calder would pick him up and drop him back before
sunrise.
   So here Calder lay in the late afternoon.  Reliving the torrid sex with
the boy he met in the sand dunes.  He didn't even know the boy's last name.
His smugness flowed through him as he regarded his cock.  He fondled it
lightly and it became harder as his hand became more familiar with it.
   "Oh darn," he muttered.  "I should keep it for tonight," he said with a
sigh yet the hand expertly masturbated the cock.
   He gave into the bliss and soon came hard.  His semen wasn't as copious
as he had cum twice in the kid.  But the ejaculation was strong and the
reduced volume still spurted high into an arc and landed on his chest and
belly.  He chuckled and sighed.  "Good fuck Jeremy," he gasped and his eyes
drifted closed.  He would rest.  He had much to do that night and he needed
to be rested.
   ***
   Jeremy never appeared.  Calder waited until nearly two o'clock in the
morning.  Slumped in his car and waiting for the boy to appear.  He
eventually gave up and drove back to his cottage.  He was pissed and not a
little frustrated, having built up an inventory of crude things he wanted
to do to the boy while he had showered and then made his evening meal.  He
went for a brisk walk on the beach and stood near the water as the night
fell.  He reasoned the fresh air would help his body regenerate.  He had
left the cottage shortly before midnight.  But it was all to no avail.  He
jacked himself slowly as he lay on his bed and came over his belly and
chest, before slipping off to a deep sleep with his softening cock in hand.
The daybreak saw his cock hard and he masturbated furiously; feeling a
mixture of optimism at the new day and what it might bring yet tempered
with annoyance the kid had not shown the night before.
   At the local base hospital twelve miles away, the doctor stood grim and
feeling somewhat sad at the news he had just delivered to the couple
waiting in the small admission room.  Jeremy had been admitted with lower
abdominal pains.  His mother rushed to the tent when she heard her son
gasping and crying in apparent agony.  They had driven him to the small
emergency room and he was admitted immediately.  As she shepherded her
daughters out of earshot of her husband and the doctor, she watched the two
men talking.  Her face strained with anxiety.  Afterwards she was allowed
to see the boy who was sedated and apparently would be fine.  Her husband
said he would take the girls back to the camp and stay with them while his
wife insisted she stay the night with their son.  The small hospital had no
objection and she sat with her head on a pillow on the bed and held her
sleeping boy's hand.
   Back at the tent, the girls now fast asleep in their sleeping bags,
Jeremy's father sat with his face cold and impassive.  The doctor's words
echoing in his head.
   "Your son has been sexually abused," he had said.  "He still has traces
of semen in his rectal cavity.  We took smears for forensic testing and
DNA," he had said grimly.
   Jeremy's father had stood somewhat aghast at the news; his mouth open
and not knowing what to say.  His wife saw his look and knew something was
wrong.  She gasped and her face looked pained.  The doctor had turned
quickly and went to her and assured her the boy was in no danger.  She had
not heard his words about sexual abuse.  Returning to Jeremy's father who
was standing totally shocked at this revelation he took the man's arm
lightly as if to comfort him.
   "We have to inform the police," he said gently.  "Jeremy is a minor. 
There is no possible reason other than illegal sexual penetration that male
semen has found its way into his anal cavity," he explained.  "The pains he
encountered came from an infection of his lower colon which we are treating
with antibiotic.  It's analogous with NSU or a bladder infection following
heterosexual intercourse."
   He paused to allow Jeremy's father to digest the information.
   "It looks like this happened today," the doctor continued; his eyes
studying the man.  "Much like you might find in a rape victim...well of
course what ever way we look at it, Jeremy is a rape victim even if he was
willing."
   Jeremy's father eyes narrowed and he stared at the doctor.
   "What do you mean he was willing?" he growled.
   "It's my considered opinion Jeremy has had consensual anal intercourse,"
the doctor said.  "Physically he has no injuries around his anus consistent
with force.  There are definite signs of redness and I would say from
penetration; consistent with a large object...like an adult penis,and
evidence some sort of lubricant was applied suggesting consent or minimal
objection at least.  But no tearing, splits, or damage to suggest he was
taken by force.  I think you need to consider Jeremy knew what he was
doing. I know it's hard to understand but it may be Jeremy has gone with a
man specifically for sex," the doctor continued gently.
   "I was at golf all day," Jeremy's father said quickly and then dropped
his eyes realizing he had just uttered an alibi; as if he needed to,
thinking the doctor or police would see this as an incestuous rape.
   ***
   Calder was in the kitchen when the police called.  He saw their uniforms
through the window and began to shake as he opened the back door; and the
police sergeant knew immediately they had their man just by his reaction.
Of course he denied knowing anything about a boy but when the policewoman
came back from a quick scout around the cottage holding a stained bed
sheet; Calder began to cry and shake uncontrollably.
   "Covered in stains...probably semen," she said grimly.  "He's either
been spanking the monkey very hard or we have a crime scene," she said
glaring at him.
   "Well it's at least a sample for a DNA test with what was found in the
kid's body," the sergeant said staring at Calder.  "The boys are going to
love you inside," he sneered.  "Knowing you like little boys.  I bet you
become someone's bitch.  Then see how you like it," he said angrily and
slapped Calder's face.
   "Sarge," the policewoman said quickly and moved to her senior officer's
side.  "He's not worth it sarge," she said quickly.  "You've only got three
years to retirement.  Don't blow it by punching out this slime ball," she
continued, glaring at a sobbing Calder.
   Jeremy had spilled his guts.  He was terrified the day's sex had caused
such pain to his insides and after a few subtle prompts from the police
medical officer called to examine him, he told everything.  Over a series
of counseling sessions he went right back, tearfully relating the first
time and the other men, until this time with the man he met on the beach.
His parents weeping as he told his sordid tales.
   Calder is on remand.  They only charged him with the statutory rape and
sexual battery of Jeremy but the cops are sure he's a serial pedophile. 
They sent details and a description to his home precinct and an
investigation was under way trying to find contacts and other possible
victims.  Calder sits in his cell; unable to find the enormous bail to be
released, pending his trial.  He's considered a risk to children.  The
investigating sergeant's words ring in his ears `the boys are going to love
you'.  He thinks this is somewhat ironic being there was a part of his
history where he welcomed the sexual attention of men.  He could find
himself being sodomized, even if raped, in prison and actually being Ok
with it.  But this was discounting the probability he would be beaten up
for his crime against children.  Criminals had families to.  This was not
an easy crime to assimilate oneself into the prison society.  Calder weeps.
He weeps for himself and for all of the girls and boys he has abused. 
Being caught was somehow cathartic and his own abuse came into focus as he,
for the first time in his life, admitted how wrong it was and the
realization that he was a victim to.  His lawyer said it would form the
argument of his plea bargain.  But that was all he had.  Whatever the
actual length of sentence, he would go to jail for some time.  It came down
to how strongly they could emphasize what often was the basic truth; the
abused nearly always becomes the abuser.  The cycle was complete.
   The End
   (C)ROMANY 2009
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