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Toy Soldiers

By Romany

(M/b)


Makay held himself still and allowed the young body to adjust to
the thick cock half inserted in boy�s stretched arsehole. Not the
first time the boy Phillip had felt this sensation but he was now
better able to take. Phillip was breathing steadily through his
nose; his mouth a tight line as he waited for the inevitable pain
of initial penetration to subside. Knowing his body would yield
and Makay�s gorgeous big cock would slowly slide so deep Phillip
would feel the tickle of the man�s pubic hair against his
buttocks as he bottomed out inside the boy�s tight arse.

�Are you OK Phillip?� Makay whispered close to the boy�s ear.

�Yes,� the boy answered weakly, fighting the discomfort of his
sphincter being stretched impossibly.

The two remained frozen in this clinch waiting for the boy�s
muscles to relent and the cock slide deeper. Phillip lying on his
back with his heels pulled back to his buttocks and his knees
spread either side of Makay�s thin hips; his hands loosely
holding Makay�s shoulders. Makay was on top of the boy, leaning
on his elbows, his hands holding the boys head gently. Phillip
gradually got used to the invading cock in his arse and he sighed
as a signal to Makay he was ready.

�Good boy,� Makay breathed in the boy�s ear and slowly pushed
further.

Phillip winced and Makay stopped.

�Ok?� he asked quickly.

�Yeah�just a little bit sore,� Phillip gasped.

Makay was extremely aroused and hard and he took the boy at his
word, though knew the kid was probably suffering somewhat. Makay
began to fuck slowly in and out and Phillip couldn�t stifle the
matching groans and grunts that escaped his lips as the cock
began to go deeper. It would get better as Makay fucked on
further; the boy had come to know that. Makay sighed and stifled
a small chuckle of glee at yet again embedding himself balls deep
in the twelve year old boy. They should be in the other room
leaning over the battlefield. Positioning the soldiers for
whatever battle Makay had chosen to replicate this day. Instead
here they were; Makay in his late sixties with his cock buried up
the arse of the willing schoolboy. His cock already near bursting
following several minutes of Phillip�s expert young mouth sucking
and licking, such that Makay had rather frantically greased the
boy�s tight pucker and laid him back in the position to be
fucked.

Now Makay fucked stronger and more rhythmically. Phillip grunted
and groaned and felt better as his tender flesh grew more
accustomed to the cock. After about five minutes of steady
fucking, Phillip was comfortable and in tune with what was
happening top him. Wrapping his arms around Makay�s shoulders and
lifting his buttocks gently as the old Scotsman drilled his sweat
arse. About ten minutes in Makay paused and chuckled obscenely
that he was close and he paused deep inside the boy�s tight ring.
He adjusted Phillip�s knees and reached back to lift the boy�s
ankles, bringing himself up to a kneeling position and pushing
Phillips legs back and out. Holding the boy open this way he had
full exposure of the boy�s groin; his cock buried so there was
barely half an inch visible with the little ring reddened and
glistening with lube. He fucked the boy while kneeling between
his legs. Looking down at Phillip�s eyes bright as the kid
blinked in unison to the cock nudging at his bowel. Makay was now
fucking deep into the gorgeous preteen with short brown hair and
girlish eyelashes and brown eyes. Phillip puffed and panted
lightly; now totally consumed by the excitement of being fucked
by this old soldier. Makay fucked Phillip good. A full twenty
minutes of speeding up and slowing down. And then feeling the
surge of ejaculation and letting the boy�s ankles drop to the
bed. Makay moved back over the boy in the missionary position and
his hands slipped under Phillip�s tight buttocks and gripped them
as he shoved faster and harder. Groaning in unintelligible half
words and syllable in his Scots accent as he emptied himself deep
inside Phillips guts. Shoving hard to wring the last few drops
from his gnarled balls.

****

�Good of you to put up with him Mr. Makay,� Phillip�s mother
chuckled through the open window of her car.

�No trouble Mrs. Carmichael,� Makay answered bending down to face
the mousy woman. �He�s a pleasure to have,� and he gazed past her
at Phillip putting his seat belt on.

The boy heard the double entendre and glanced at Makay and
grinned.

�Can I come back next week Mr. Makay?� Phillip asked leaning
across his mother to look at Makay leaning towards the driver�s
window.

�That�s up to your mother laddie,� Makay answered.

�Well I don�t know Phillip,� Evelyn Carmichael began. �You�ve
been coming here a lot. Mr. Makay must be getting sick of it by
now,� she said with a nervous laugh.

Makay knew full well she would not object.

�No problem for me,� Makay chuckled. �I enjoy Phillip�s company
and he�s becoming quite the little general,� he laughed.

�Oh well�alright then. We�ll see what day suits me best,� she
said glancing at Phillip with a smile and looking back at Makay.
�Phillip can give you a call,� she added.

�Suits me just fine,� Makay smiled and stood back as she started
the car.

He watched them back out of his drive. Phillip sitting in the
front by his mother waved with a smile on his face as Evelyn
peered over her shoulder as she reversed onto the road. Phillip
was acutely aware of the familiar strange feeling in his arsehole
following the reaming it had taken from Makay�s adult cock. His
bum wiped with sanitary cloths impregnated with aloe to relieve
the discomfort in his sphincter from the fuck. The rectum already
drained of the copious flood of Makay�s semen. The post-sexual
ablutions now practiced routinely after the boy�s visit. His own
little cock tucked in his white Jockey shorts still a tingle with
the loving pleasure Makay had lavished on it with his mouth and
hand after Phillip was soundly fucked; giving the boy his reward
for another stellar performance under the old Scottish pedophile.


Makay smiled as Evelyn drove away. She was a rather insipid
little woman who had a confidence about herself that was not
justified by her lack motherly vigilance. He�d charmed her right
from the word go. After she had come inside and scrutinized his
house and seen the impressive display of toy soldiers and
battlefields, she did not see any harm in this man. She took more
stock of the neatness and furnishing of the place, than she did
the man. He claimed to be a retired soldier from the British
army; a major in rank so his integrity should not be in doubt.
And it suited her to have Phillip off her hands for a few hours
during the summer holidays. Not knowing the boy had visited many
more times when school was in, and long before she became aware
of Mr. Makay and his toy soldiers. The boy was already serving
the old Scot with his hand and mouth before her first visit of
review. He�d been brought to the house by a classmate called Eric
who was Makay�s neighbor but one. Eric was not one of Makay�s
long list of bum boys and Eric had no inkling Makay was a
pedophile. Phillip had been blown away by Makay�s soldiers and
battlefield and returned on his own, unknown to his parents,
after school was over for the day. Makay had accurately
identified Phillip as a prospect and he had been right. Phillip�s
friend Eric did not come often. He was more a video game boy and
quickly got bored with Makay�s old fashioned hobby. Being
fascinated by the toy soldiers and the stories Makay told, young
Phillip had been a push over. Moving from his eleventh to twelfth
year being instructed in the art of sucking the man�s cock.  And
gasping and groaning in glee at Makay�s expert mouth working his
own little cheroot. His desire to go back to Makay�s house had
shifted from the outstanding collection of toy  soldiers, to the
thick red cock that Makay obscenely pulled from his pants each
time Phillip walked into his bedroom. Seeing the boy�s eyes glaze
over with lust as Makay wanked himself before lovingly stripping
each other naked and fucking on the man�s bed.

�Boy�s are so much better,� Makay sometimes said aloud to
himself. �Acutely aware of their cocks at this age. Knowing the
delight they can wring from their hard little stalks. Girls are
curious but do not have the libido of boys the same age,� he
would muse.

He believed tight arses were no different to tight preteen cunts
when buried inside of one. And arses could often be opened wider
than any eleven or twelve year old girls vagina. So why persevere
with girls? And girls could get pregnant. He was still very much
virile in that department. Fucking a willing boy�s tight arse did
not have that risk. Mind you, he�d fucked his share of girls to.
Having spent a life in the army his assignments had seen him in a
number of far flung lands. He had been fortunate enough to tap
into the dark side of the exploitation of children. And he had
loved it.

Makay walked out to the kitchen and turned the kettle on. He
would need to go up to the bedroom and change the sheets. There
had been much leaking from young Phillip today. After the usual
tentative beginning, the boy had got into the sex as he usually
did. Makay heard his doorbell ring, and frowning and wondering
who it could be, he waked to the front door.

�Hello Mr. Makay,� Bevan Wilson said standing by his bike.

�Bevan,� Makay said smiling down at the boy.

�I was wondering if I could show Allen your soldiers,� the boy
said.

Makay looked a little further down his path and saw a second boy
standing by his bike.

�Is this Allen then?� a Makay asked looking at the taller boy
beyond Bevan.

The newcomer Allen moved closer sensing his presence was not a
problem. Makay�s gaze caught Allen�s and for a few moments, some
ancient signal was transmitted between man and boy.

�Come in Bevan�welcome Allen�of course you can see my soldiers.
Only to happy to have the company of laddies who are interested
in my collection,� he beamed.

The boy�s arranged the bikes on their stands and trooped into the
house; Bevan leading the way and continuing to the stairs to go
up to the battle room, as Makay called it. Allen lagged behind
and out of politeness, turned to wait for Makay to catch up after
closing the door. The two stared at each other and Allen could
not help but smile awkwardly, as something about the man made a
warm feeling run through his body.

�How do you know Bevan, Allen?� Makay asked coming up to the boy.

�He�s at school with me,� he answered.

�And where do you live?� Makay asked the boy.

�Coronation Road,� he answered.

�Oh�that�s easy to get to. Just cut through Hart�s Lane and
across Mossburn Park,� Makay said.

�That�s right,� Allen answered.

�Well if you like my collection, you�ll be able to come and play
any time,� he said dropping an arm paternally on the boy�s
shoulder to guide him forward.

�That�d be great,� the boy answered, pleased the man liked him.

Makay smiled to himself. The collection of historical and modern
soldiers had been a veritable magnet to attract young boys such
as Phillip; and perhaps this young Allen. Like Phillip�s friend
Eric, Bevan had not shown that spark that Makay looked for in his
boys. Phillip had it and now he saw a glimmer in the face of
young Allen.

�How old are you Allen,� Makay asked at the top of the stairs.

Bevan could be heard making explosion noises in the battle room;
already playing with the miniature replica tanks that he was most
interested in.

�Twelve,� the boy answered looking at the man with a smile.

�Twelve�a very fine age,� Makay mused. �Old enough to look after
yourself and know what you want,� he gushed. �The world ahead of
you�and some many wonderful experiences to learn,� he added.

Allen blushed and smiled; feeling good about what the man had
said.

�I�m sure you will see what I am sure Bevan has been telling
you,� Makay said guiding Allen to the battle room. �I�m sure you
will want to come back anytime to play.�

He smiled as he guided the boy into the battle room, seeing Bevan
playing with the tanks.

�This is too easy,� Makay thought smiling to himself; standing
back regarding Allen�s bum as walk towards Bevan. �I�ll have some
of that�.




The End


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