WARNING: The following story is fiction, describing sexual encounters between 
preadolescents and adults.  You are not authorized to read this story if reading such 
stories is illegal for you due to your age or location.  The author does not condone or 
encourage sexual contact between adults and children, no more 
than a "murder mystery" writer condones murder.

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Spy Games


It was Thanksgiving afternoon at my aunt and uncle's home.  This was basically a 
tradition for my family.  A fairly large gathering of aunts, uncles, and cousins.  All of 
them on my mom's side.  One thing was very different this year.  My dad surprised my 
mother with a cruise to the Bahamas the week of Thanksgiving.  That's okay with me 
because I was happy to stay with Aunt Ginger, my mom's sister.  She was always cool 
and I liked my cousins even though they're a set of 11 year old twin girls.  Aunt Ginger 
always said I was the little boy she never had.  Being 15, I wouldn't let anyone but her 
call me a little boy.  However, Uncle Frank was a little too uptight.  He and I just 
tolerated each other.  While at his house, I knew better than to cross him.  When I was  
8, I tracked mud on their new rug, and he spanked me without my parent's permission 
while they watched.  My mom always told me to stay clear of him.

The Thanksgiving dinner was finished and the family sat around watching football.  After 
a couple of hours, boredom set in and everyone decided to go see a movie.  Call me 
the odd man out, but I just wasn't interested.  I had already seen the film and wasn't all 
that interested in hanging with the crowd.  I had a tendency to keep to myself anyway.

I was sitting all alone in a chair on the front porch thinking I should have gone along.  
Soon I would be glad I didn't.

As I sat nurturing my self pity, I noticed a boy watching me from the edge of yard.  I got 
a glimpse of him out the corner of my eye.  When I turned to look, he ducted out of 
sight.  This little game went on for a few minutes.  I could tell that he was about 10 years 
old with sandy blond hair.  From my vantage point I couldn't see anymore.

For years I had been attracted to young boys.  I hadn't really had much experience with 
boys.  A couple of years ago when I was 13, I paid the neighbor boy next door to give 
me a blowjob.  It was a first for both of us.  Best $10 I ever spent.  Especially since he 
had never experienced this before either.

His name was Tyler, but everybody called him Ty.  I remember that he had brown hair 
and brown eyes.  Since he was a little heavy for a 9 year old, I didn't really have a 
desire to get his pants down, but was more than willing to drop my own.  Over the next 
couple of years I would regret not attempting to at least suck his little peter.

Ty stopped by my house because he was bored.  He mentioned that he was angry with 
his mom because she wouldn't buy him a video game he wanted.  He was angered 
even more because she suggested he earn the money by doing yard work.  Being 
overweight he was not keen on her idea.  

At 13 years old, I was horny, and desperate for any kind of action that didn't involve my 
right hand.  I saw an opportunity and decided to go for it.

"I know how you can earn money without working hard, but I don't think you will want to 
do it", I said.  

His eyes opened wide with interest.  "Tell me" he barked.

"No", I responded.   "I don't think I should tell you.  You're too young."

He begged me to tell him, which is exactly what I wanted.  I reluctantly agreed to tell 
him, or at least it appeared that way to him.

"Now you need to realize that this will sound strange, but you could earn ten dollars", I 
explained.

"Ten Dollars!" he said with great excitement.

"One more thing", I added.  "You must promise not to tell anyone, even if you decide not 
to do it".

"Okay Okay, I promise", he said.

I took a deep breath and searched for the courage as I began.  "I will pay you to suck 
my dick".

He was shocked and intrigued.  "You mean put my mouth on your willie", he said.  

"Yeah" I responded.

"And you will give me ten dollars?"

I reassured him that it was true. Without hesitation he responded, "Sure, why not, but 
you gotta pay me first".

"No problem", I said as I led him to my room.  

I closed the door, locked it, and took $10 from my wallet.  Placing it in front of him, but 
not allowing him to grab it, I asked one last time.  "You promise not to tell?"

"I promise", he said with a sigh of frustration.

He took the money and placed it in his pocket as I unsnapped and unzipped my pants.  
His eyes widened as I dropped them to my ankles to reveal the bulge in my white briefs 
underwear.

Wasting no time, I slid my underwear down as well.  Ty sat on my bed with his mouth 
standing open as he gazed at my 6 inch rod.  I lay back on my bed propping up on my 
elbows.  I explained that he should start by licking it and to be careful with his teeth.

He wasted no time getting started.  He grabbed my penis with both hands and looked it 
over closely.

"Go ahead" I prodded.  "Lick it".  He wet his lips and then wiped his warm, moist, little 
tongue across the head of my penis.  "Oh yeah.  That's it buddy", I said as I closed my 
eyes to enjoy it.  He started licking it all over until my dick was covered with his innocent 
saliva.

"Are we done?" he asked.

"No!  You haven't even started the blowjob.  You need to put it in your mouth and suck it 
like a lollipop".  He responded with a look of discussed.  "Go ahead", I said.

He was not very happy, and I could tell he was thinking it over.  "You gotta do it 
because I already paid you".  With his head dropped, he looked up and reluctantly 
agreed.  Positioning his mouth over my stiff member he wet his lips and paused.  "Go 
on", I said.  Then he did it.  He dropped his mouth over 2 inches of my dick and sealed it 
into his warm orifice.  I had to give him a lesson in Blowjob 101.  Teaching him to move 
up and down on it while keeping his teeth clear.  I also taught him to breath through his 
nose.  

Finally, after about 5 minutes, he was getting the hang of it.  He pulled his mouth off of 
my penis.  "This is gross" he complained.  I opened my eyes to look, and saw him 
wiping a long, thin string of clear precum that was hanging from his mouth.

"It's okay Ty.  That's normal and it's clean" I offered.

"What is it?",  he asked.

I didn't have time for a complete sex lesson for my 9 year old friend, so I told him it was 
something that happens to older boys.

Once he started again, I just relaxed as he sucked my dick.  I instructed him to go 
farther down and faster.  As he did I could feel my body prepare for eruption.  It 
continued to build as I watched Ty speed up and listened to the occasional slurping 
sound.  I couldn't wait any longer.

"Oh yeah, ohhh that's it baby".   My groin began to spasm as I shot cum in this innocent 
boy's mouth. 

As soon as my creamy load hit his sweet 9 year old mouth he tried to pull off my 
throbbing penis.  He didn't like it at all.   In that moment of passion I decided I couldn't 
let it end until by balls were finished feeding my young friend.  I grabbed his head with 
both my hands and took over as I pumped my hips to make love to his face.  He started 
to gag as I shot 3 more loads into his throat.

When I finished and pulled out, he began to cry as my sperm escaped his lips and 
dripped down his chin.  I immediately moved next to him and embraced him telling him 
that everything is ok and begging him not to cry.  After a few minutes, he calmed down 
and seemed to be better.  I, on the other hand, was very frightened, and rightfully so.  
He told his parents what happened, and his dad called my dad.  Fortunately, he had a 
reputation of telling lies and my parents believed me.  Since that day, I was left to 
masturbate with the mental images and memories of my little friend.  

Once again, my hormones took over as I continued this game of "I see you" with this 
little fellow.  When he wasn't looking I quickly left my chair to move to the other side of 
the empty house.  I was planning to sneak up on him, so I was careful to be very quiet.  
Once in position, I was glad to find him still in his same location as he continued 
searching for me.

"You like to spy on people?" I said.  He turned with a look of shock on his face.  I could 
tell that his young mind was trying to decide between run or stay.  "Well, don't you have 
anything you want to say?", I asked.  He could only respond by stuttering as he 
searched for the words that wouldn't come.  

Time seemed to stand still.  I noticed that he had hazel eyes and a small, slender build.  
As I watched him, I could feel my penis stand to attention.  He was basically frozen with 
fear.   He was still contemplating whether to run or stay, and myself deciding to catch or 
release.  As the seconds seemed to stretch into days, something monstrous swelled 
within me.  I was loosing my ability to reason as well as my sense of self-control.  
Adrenaline and testosterone rushed through my veins.  It was time to act.

I grabbed the boy's arm and forcefully started pulling him towards the house without 
saying a word.  He had a look of shock and confusion on his face.  He didn't have a clue 
about what was happening to him.  How could he, I wasn't all that sure myself.

After about 2 seconds his survival instincts kicked in and he began to respond.  I could 
tell that he must be a timid boy because he was too afraid to fight back.  He began to 
whine, "Hey, where are you taking me?"  I ignored him as he continued, "You're hurting 
my arm.  Please let me go.  I promise to be good.  I won't spy anymore".

As we reached the door of the house, I pulled him inside.  "I, I, I, I'm not allowed to go in 
strange homes.  My mom will be mad".  My continued silence was beginning to frighten 
him, and he started to cry.  He didn't know what to expect, but he understood two 
important facts.  First, I wasn't joking around with him and secondly that he was in 
serious trouble.

Once in the house, I shut the door and locked it.  Now he started to cry even louder and 
began pleading, "Please mister, let me go home.  I promise not to bother you anymore".

"You're right.  I'm going to make sure you don't".  He slowed to a whimper to be sure he 
listened to my every word.  "If I let you go home would you tell your parents?" I asked.

"Yes sir, you have my word on it.  I promise to tell my mom".

"Why not tell your dad?" I asked as I led him down the hall still gripping his arm, but not 
as hard.  "Cause I don't have a dad", he replied.  My curiosity was raised so I asked him 
why he didn't have a dad.  He said had never had a father.  I took that to mean his mom 
was a whore.

"Well then, we have a problem", I said as I escorted him down to the basement.  Since I 
spent many weekends at my aunt's house I was very familiar with the house.

"Wwwwhat problem?" he asked.

"You committed a serious crime.  It's wrong to spy on people, and you need to be 
properly punished".

He interrupted.  "But my mom will punish me!"

"No, this is more serious than that.  If you had a dad, he could do it, but since you don't 
I'll have to punish you", I responded.

This upset him more, because he was beginning to understand a little about his fate.  
"What are you gonna dddddo to me?" he asked nervously.

"What's your name?" I asked.

"MMMMatthew Sir".  I placed my face directly in front of his until my nose almost 
touched his.  I could feel his warm breath on my lips from his heavy breathing.

"Well Matthew", I whispered.  "I'm afraid that I must spank you".  Immediately his 
forehead wrinkled, his mouth twitched, and tears started to flow from his eyes.  I could 
barely make out his words as he attempted to speak while sobbing.

"But my momma doesn't even spank me" he said.

I put my arm around him to calm him a little.  "Matthew, I think that's part of the problem.  
If you had a dad, he would probably spank you.  So, we're just going to have to pretend 
that I'm your dad".  Kissing his forehead, I said, "Now, Matthew, you don't need to be 
afraid of me.  I'm not some weirdo that's going to kill you or something.  I'm just going to 
act like your dad and do what's best for you".

"But I don't wanna a spanking. Please sir let me go home.  I pppppromise to be good", 
he replied.  He did it again.  He called me "Sir".  It sounded pretty strange for someone 
to call me that, since I was only 15.  But I guess if I were in his place, I would also do 
anything to show respect.  In fact, it was beginning to work.  I could tell that I had 
feelings for this kid, but not enough to suppress the primal urges that currently had a 
hold of me.

"I know your frightened, Matthew.  But you're going to be okay.  This will help you learn 
an important lesson", I said.  I led Matthew to the other end of the dark and musty 
basement.  

It took a couple of minutes to locate the light switch, but it only improved things a little.  
We moved into an old playroom that had been abandoned long ago by my Aunt's 
family.  It had a sofa, a large easy chair, a ping-pong table, boxes of junk and clothes 
that had not been properly put away.  Right away I noticed an old ping-pong paddle 
lying on the table.  I picked it up and held it out of sight as I moved towards the sofa and 
slid it under a pillow.  I didn't want him to see it and freak out on me.

I sat on the sofa and called Matthew to come over and stand in front of me.  He could 
have attempted to make a run for it up the stairs, but he didn't.  I think he was well 
aware that I could catch him, and he probably didn't want to make me angry.  I 
remember thinking that it was ironic that I was going to spank this kid who seemed like 
a very obedient child.  Matthew slowly walked over to me with his head down.  I could 
still hear his sniffles.  Once he got close enough, I reached out and took him by the 
hand to guide him close to me.

At this point, he was standing with his knees rubbing against my crotch, because I 
moved both my hands to his behind and gently pulled him closer.  "Okay Matthew.  Let's 
get this over with.  Before I finished speaking, he began to cry loudly and muttering for 
me to please let him go.  I attempted to console him to calm him down a little.  It wasn't 
working.  I gently pulled him down onto my lap and wrapped my arms around him.  He 
took the opportunity to cuddle as I tenderly kissed him on the side of his head and the 
back of his neck.

He became quiet, but continued crying softly.  I gently began to unbutton his shirt.  I 
supposed he was dressed for his family's Thanksgiving gathering.  He was wearing a 
button up red dress shirt and beige khaki pants with tennis shoes.

"Wwwwhat aaaare you doin?" he asked.

"I'm taking off your shirt buddy", I responded.  "Don't get upset, but a boy your age 
should be spanked with his cloths removed".  He began to cry again.  "No  Matthew!  
You have cried enough.  If you keep it up, I'm going to get upset", I scolded.  He 
attempted to control his sobbing.

I finished unbuttoning his shirt, and then stood him up.  He started to cry a little more as 
I unsnapped his pants.  He wasn't wearing a belt, but most kids didn't anymore, 
including myself.  I reached for his zipper and lowered it.  This was a sweet moment for 
me.  In fact, I didn't think I was going to last.  I could feel that my penis was wet from 
precum, and lots of it.  I was getting a tremendous sexual charge out of having complete 
control of this little boy.

I reached for his waistband and carefully lowered his pants to his knees.  I took the time 
to savor this moment.  Of course, he continued to cry.  I was checking out his 
underwear.  He was wearing briefs.  I was, however, a little surprised to find that a kid 
his age was wearing underwear with a cartoon character on them.  "Matthew, how old 
are you?" I asked.

He was gasping softly as he attempted to inhale while crying.  After a few seconds he 
was able to squeak out "Aaaaalmost Nine".  I thought that he was a little too old to wear 
Spiderman on the tip of his penis, but that was just my opinion.

Just then I realized, I hadn't done a good job undressing my first boy.  I had his pants to 
his knees, but he still had his shoes on.  I sat him back on the old sofa and pulled off his 
shoes and socks.  Then I pulled off his shirt that I had already loosened, and then stood 
him up as I reclaimed my seat.  I had to hold him so that his pants didn't cause him to 
fall.  "Step out of your pants", I instructed.  He placed his hands on my shoulders as I 
leaned over to remove his pants.

At this point, he was standing in front of me wearing only childhood underpants and his 
tears.  "Please sir, don't spank me.  I promise I'll be good.  I promise", he begged.  

"We're going to be done in a few minutes, Matthew.  But first, I need to take your 
underpants off".

He responded with a flood of tears and continued begging even harder. "Oh no, 
pleeeeease no.  Don't tak'em off.  Pleeeease don't".

"Well Matthew, any boy that's eight years old or older is supposed to have their 
spankings without any clothes on, and that includes your underpants kid-o", I said with a 
faint smile on my face.  "Let's start from the back", I said as I turned him away from me.  
I wasted no time placing my fingers underneath the elastic waistband of his Spiderman 
underpants, and began to slowly lower them.  To my surprise, he reached for my hands 
to stop me from pulling them down.

I grabbed his wrists very firmly.  "Ouch!" he yelled as he began to cry again.

"Keep your hands away, do you understand me!" I barked.  He shook his head to 
indicate he did.  I turned him back to around facing away from me, and continued to pull 
them down again.  He kept his hands clasped together in front of his small body while I 
worked.  I watched as first I saw the dimple that began his ass crack, and continued 
until his sweet 9 year old (almost) butt was staring me in the face.  I reached forward 
and pulled his underpants down over his penis while he was still facing away.

As great as it was to watch his smooth white butt, I wanted to see ALL of Matthew.  I 
placed my hands on his waist and gently began to turn him.  He didn't resist at all, but 
as he turned around, I could see that his hands were joined to cover his little private 
parts.  I looked up at this sniffling child, held out my hands, and said to him, "Matthew, 
give me your hands".  It took him a few seconds, but he reached out and took each of 
my hands.  I moved them to his side, and held onto them as I gazed upon his prize.  His 
penis was small, smooth and hairless.  Just like I like them.  He was uncircumcised, and 
had a perfectly tight ball sack.

I stood and watched for a few minutes, as my penis was trying to bust out of my pants.  
I pulled Matthew close to me, so that he was against me.  I put my arms around him and 
pulled him even closer as I placed my face against his chest and hugged him.  Allowing 
my hands to roam, I began to rub and caress his back and then to his smooth bottom.  
He continued to softly cry as I explored his body.  I started to kiss his stomach and then 
moved down to his belly button washing it out with my tongue.  Once it was cleaned 
well, I continued moving south.  I could feel the contour of his body where is legs joined 
his groin.  I continued kissing and started licking across his smooth skin.  Making my 
way to the top of his groin, I finally reached his little soldier.

I first licked it a few times, and then took it into my mouth.  It was limp and he continued 
to cry softly.  I pulled off of it and took it in my hands.  I peeled back his foreskin until I 
revealed his little head.  I placed my lips over it and massaged it with my tongue.  At this 
point, he began to get stiff.  I continued working my tongue over the head and his pee 
hole.  Once it reached it's full 3 inch potential, I placed the entire little rod in my mouth 
and moved up and down.  As I did, I noticed he had stop crying and had placed his 
hands on my head as it moved up and down and caressed his butt with both hands.

After a few minutes of this, I decided I had better get moving.  I pulled my mouth off him 
and sat back as I pulled him down to lie in my lap.  With my mouth really wet from 
sucking his dick, I placed my lips on his and kissed him long and hard.  He didn't kiss 
back at first, but started to respond instinctively after a few seconds.  I could tell he 
didn't know how to kiss, but was making an effort.  I pushed my tongue into his mouth 
and held the back of his neck to prevent him from pulling away.  I rubbed against his 
tongue and teeth as we continued to kiss and I worked my right hand over his penis and 
balls.  He was maintaining his little erection.  I was charged.

I stood him up, and could see that he wasn't crying, but was in frozen from fear.  I don't 
think he expected anything sexual to happen.  He had only been focused on the 
spanking, and it was time to get to it.

"Okay, Matthew.  It's time for your spanking", I said as I attempted to keep my cool while 
be began to cry again.  I reached under the pillow and pulled out the ping-pong paddle.  
He watched my every movement with great anguish.  As soon as he spotted the paddle, 
he turned it up a notch with the crying and begging.

"Please mister, don't spank me.  I'll be good.  I promise never to spy anymore ever!  
Pleeeease don't.  Pleeeeeeeeeease!"

I ignored his pleas for help and continued.  I moved beside him and turned him towards 
the sofa.  "Matthew, bend over with your hands on the back of the sofa!"  I was stern.  
He sobbed loudly, but did as I asked.  Once he was bent over and his hands were on 
the sofa, he turned his head to look back at me.  "Face forward", I said.  "And if you 
move your hands before I say, I will find a belt and then you will really be sorry".  He did 
as I said and closed his eyes tight.

I moved the paddle in place near his butt.  As I did I could see that his cheeks were 
closed tight in preparation for the paddle.  I waited and rubbed his butt with the paddle.  
Each time the paddle caressed his sweet bottom; his butt cheeks would flex to tighten 
as much as possible.  I pulled the paddle back and looked up at him.  He had his hands 
clenched tight on the sofa, eyes closed tight, and his jaw clinched shut.  I hesitated with 
the paddle swung back and watched.  His ass kept flexing as he anticipated the painful 
blow.

I swung it forward really fast.  SMAAAAACK!  I hit his butt straight on both cheeks.  He 
stood up in a flash and grabbed his ass as he yelled and sobbed louder than he had 
since we started.  I was glad the house was empty, because both the smack and the 
yell could be heard upstairs easily.  I was a little afraid that someone outside might hear 
him.  After a few minutes of consoling and caressing his bottom to relieve the stinging I 
positioned him back into place.  I started with the paddle gently rubbing his bottom.  
Pulled it back, again his bottom twitching as he puckered as hard as he could, but 
couldn't hold it.  He kept flexing until, SMAAAAACK!  "OOOOOOOOOWWWWWW", he 
yelled.

"It hurts" he yelled.  "Please stop!  Pleeeease mister, I'll be good.  Please! Please! 
Please! Stop!"

"You've been really good Matthew.  We only have one more left if you keep up the good 
work", I said.  He knew the drill at this point.  He turned back facing the sofa and 
assumed the position with his eyes closed tight and teeth clenched, as he inhaled 
through his nose to suck the snot back in. At this point, his butt was really starting to 
show patches of redness.  I noticed the last lick mostly got his left cheek.  I thought I 
would try to even the score by mostly getting with right bun this time.  I placed the 
paddle in my left hand, and took a moment to drink this up.  I gently touched his back 
with my other hand.  I caressed his back down to his butt, and began to rub his sweet 
red bottom.  He seemed to like it.  I guessed it made his ass feel better.  After about a 
minute of rubbing, I grabbed the paddle again.  He sensed that I was preparing and 
started once again the tighten his butt as I pulled the paddle back.  As I did, I 
remembered that the last one was supposed to be the hardest.  If he was aware of this 
custom he didn't indicate that to me in his anxiety.  I swung as hard as I could.  
SMAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!  Making contact on both cheeks, but mostly on his right side, 
he jumped up into the air and grabbed both cheeks with his hands as he yelled out the 
loudest.  As the stinging got worst, he collapsed on the sofa face down and sobbed.  
Keeping both hands behind him rubbing his bottom.

I placed the paddle aside and knelled down on the floor.  Placing my head against his, I 
held him until be calmed down.  It was a very tender moment for both of us.  It was 
several minutes before he stopped crying as I rubbed his red bottom to help sooth his 
pain.  I don't think he cared for my rubbing but knew better than to resist.  I was 
completely in charge of this child, at least for the moment.

I was beginning to feel a little love for this boy, but was very aware of the pounding 
erection in my pants.  Spanking this kid left my boxer shorts wet with precum.  I was 
thinking that maybe I should put my dick in his mouth, and feed him my creamy syrup.  
As I sat on the floor rubbing his warm, smooth bottom, I was looking around, I noticed 
an old dress from one of my cousins.  Matthew watched as I got up and brought the 
dress back to the sofa.  

"What are you doin?" he said as he sat up.

"I'm going to put this dress on you", I said.  With that, he started crying again and 
complaining.

"Noooooo.  I don't wanna wear a dress.  Boys don't wear girl's clothes" he protested.

As I shook the dust from the garment and checked it out more closely I answered him.  
"This is part of your punishment.  The spanking is not enough".  I grabbed an old t-shirt 
and wiped his tears from his face, and told him to blow his nose.  With my fingers I 
straightened his hair a little.

Reaching again for the dress I rolled it up and placed it over his head.  The dress was a 
little fancy.  Perhaps and old Easter Sunday dress.  It was light yellow with white lace 
trim around the collar.  "Raise your arms", I instructed.  He did as I said, but sobbed 
while reluctantly complying with my request.  I lowered the dress over his arms and 
pulled it down over his little body.  "You look very pretty in this dress, Matthew", I said.  
He continued to cry, but not very loud.  

"Wwwwwhy are you making me wear this?" he asked.

"Because, I want to screw a pretty girl", I said with a smile on my face.  I could tell he 
didn't know what I meant.  "Sit down and don't move", I instructed.  "If you get up, I'll 
spank you again".

He shook his head to indicate he would comply.  I ran upstairs as fast as I could.  I 
wasn't afraid he would try to escape because he could only do so by coming upstairs.  I 
would certainly hear him.  Dashing into the bathroom, I looked around until I found what 
I was looking for.  I grabbed a bottle of lotion and ran back downstairs.

Matthew was still sitting on the sofa crying softly when I returned.  I found a large soft 
footstool that goes with the old easy chair.  I pushed it up against the chair as one would 
use it to sit and stretch out.  "Matthew, come here", I said.  He hesitated, but continued 
to move slowly.  He really did look very strange in his new dress.

"Sit on the stool", I said.  Once he was in place, I pulled my shirt over my head, and then 
removed my shoes and socks.  Next, I unsnapped my pants and pulled my zipper down.  
Matthew was watching intently.  I pulled my pants down and stepped out as they hit the 
ground.  I reached in and snagged my boxers with my thumbs and yanked them off. 
Matthew's eyes were fixed on my dick as it stood erect like a rocket on the launch pad.  
Once he saw my penis, he began to cry again.

"I want you to kneel down on the floor, and lean over the footstool", I told him.  Again, he 
hesitated, but obeyed my instructions.

"Please don't spank me again", he begged.  "I didn't try to leave when you went 
upstairs."

"I'm not going to spank you", I said. I reached down and grabbed his arm to position him 
in place on the footstool.  Once he was in place with his back to me, I knelt down behind 
him.  I slowly pushed him forward until he was lying on the footstool face down.  I pulled 
his legs apart a little more, pushed his dress up over his waist, and reached for the 
lotion.  He still didn't know what was going to happen, but knew he probably wasn't 
going to like it.

I squirted a very generous amount of lotion into my hand.  With the other hand I began 
to caress Matthew's neck and back.  With the lotion, I rubbed it into his crack.  He 
jumped as I reached his anus.  I held him down with my free hand.  I took my middle 
finger and touched his anus.  He flexed when I touched it.  His body was clamping his 
butt shut.  I then forced my middle finger in past his extremely tight ring.  Matthew 
began to respond with a whimper, "No, no, no, nooooo.".  It was as if he was saying, 
"This isn't happening to me".

I pushed my finger in to my knuckle as Matthew buried his face into the cushion on the 
footstool.  I added a second finger, and he attempted to raise up again.  I forced him 
back down, and began to work both fingers in and out.  He began to moan a little from 
the discomfort.  I could feel his poop inside his butt hole.  I sped up until I was finger 
screwing him pretty fast.

I pulled both fingers out to realize that his poop was on both fingers.  "Matthew, you 
should have gone to the bathroom.  Look what you got on my fingers". I said.  He raised 
up and turned to look as the tears rolled down his beautiful face.  I grabbed him firmly 
behind his neck and put my two smelly, brown tainted fingers against his lips.  "Clean 
my fingers", I ordered.  He clinched his lips closed.  "Do I need to spank you again?" I 
asked.  His mouth began to quiver as he started to cry, but opened his mouth.  I placed 
both fingers in his mouth and instructed him to wipe them clean.  He reluctantly began 
to lick and suck his poop from my fingers.  He gagged a few times, but didn't throw up.

Once his snack was finished and my fingers were clean, I placed him back down on the 
footstool.  I squirted more lotion in my hand and rubbed it on my penis.  Not that I 
needed it, because my rod was covered with precum.  I spread his butt cheeks with one 
hand and placed the head of my dick against his anus with the other hand.  I began to 
slowly nudge forward into his anus.  His hole fought hard to resist the intrusion.  I 
continued to push, rocking toward his bottom back and forth in small movements.

All of a sudden, his sphincter could not resist, and the head of my penis entered his 
virgin hole.

"Owwwwwww.  It hurts.  Please stop." he yelled.

"Stay down!" I commanded as I began to thrust gently to gain deeper access.  The 
deeper I went in, the more he moaned in discomfort.  He clinched the footstool with both 
hands.  Lying on his right ear, I could see a look of pain on his face.  His eyes were shut 
tight and his jaw was clinched as he bit down on his lower lip.  After about 7 or 8 
minutes, I was almost all the way in.  I pushed hard to pop his boyhood cherry as I fully 
entered him.  He tensed his entire body even more and let out a yelp.  I paused to allow 
his sharp pains to calm.  After a couple of minutes, he continued to moan and grunt 
softly as he whimpered and cried.

I pulled almost all the way out and then rammed forward as hard as I could.  He began 
to cry and attempt to raise up again, but couldn't because I had him pinned down.  I 
slapped his right cheek to discourage any more attempts, and started pumping until I 
had a rhythm going.  He gave up his effort to free himself.  Placing a hand on each hip, I  
began to screw his boyhood hole faster and faster.  This action began to produce a 
smacking sound as I pounded his ass, and an occasional slurping sound as I pulled 
away.  His moaning, red bottom, and the tight grip his anus had on my dick was too 
much.  In a couple of minutes, I was pounding him hard and fast.  I could feel that my 
release was eminent. 

"Ohhhh Matthew.  Ohhhhh baby.  I love you.  Ohhhhh" I moaned.  Matthew's body was 
rocking as my hip pounded against his small body.  I felt my groin spasm as I gripped 
his waist hard with both hands.  I was going fast, and all of a sudden, I could feel my 
sperm shooting into his bowels.  I continued pounding him as he moaned and I shot 
more sperm into virgin hole.  "Ohhhhhhhh.  Matthew.   Ohhhhhhh.  Yeah.   Uuuhhhhh."

Out of breath and my heart pounding, I collapsed on top of his small body.  As I rested 
my sweaty body on his, I could still hear him whimpering and crying softy, "Please let 
me go home...please...".

I was too exhausted to respond as I allowed my rock hard penis to relax while resting in 
his anus.  His hole continued it's tight grip on my dick.

I was startled by a noise behind me.  I turned my head to look.  My racing heart seemed 
to stop as I recognized Uncle Frank.  I knew at that moment my life would never be the 
same.

I pulled out of the boy and turned towards Uncle Frank.  My penis was still hard and 
stood straight up as he looked on.  I was speechless.  What could I say?  He just found 
me screwing a young boy in his basement.

Matthew didn't even react.  Still wearing the dress, pushed up to his shoulder blades, he 
continued to lie bent over the footstool.  His cries continued as the sperm and lotion 
mixture drained from his butt hole and down his leg.

It seemed like time stood still until Uncle Frank grabbed me by my upper arm.  He 
yanked me to my feet.  "Ooow", I responded.  He didn't care.  He moved me over to the 
sofa and threw me down.  My heart continued to race.

"What's his name?" he asked.

"Matthew", I responded.

He moved over to Matthew and knelt down.  I began to wonder if he was going to take a 
turn with the child as he placed his arm around him.

He whispered to Matthew for a few minutes.  I couldn't hear what he was saying, but 
Matthew stopped crying.  He gently helped Matthew to his feet and pulled the dress 
over his head.  He walked over to the laundry room and wet a washcloth.  His eyes 
were cold as he glared at me.  Retuning to the boy, he wiped his face with the moist 
cloth.  He then asked Matthew to bend over.  Matthew seemed to completely trust him, 
and didn't hesitate.  Uncle Frank then took the same cloth and then gently cleaned my 
sperm from his anus, bottom, and legs.

Once cleaned, Uncle Frank reached for the boy's underwear and helped him into them.  
He then slowly dressed the boy.  Not one of us said a word.  Matthew seemed very 
satisfied to have his body covered again.  I noticed that Matthew never looked in my 
direction.

Uncle Frank took Matthew to the base of the stairs and whispered to him again.  He 
took out his wallet and gave my sex partner several bills.  I couldn't tell how much 
money it was, but it seemed to make Matthew feel better.  He paused for a moment.  I 
could tell he wanted to look over at me, but he didn't.  He ran up the stairs and out the 
door.

I experienced mixed emotions at that moment.  I was disappointed that my fun with 
Matthew was over and that I might never see him again. I was also relieved that Uncle 
Frank had taken care of the mess I made.  It was obvious that he had paid the boy for 
his silence.  Knowing that I might not get caught relieved a worry that I had not even 
begun to consider yet.  Still I wasn't out of the woods yet. Uncle Frank turned and gave 
me a look that frightened me.  I knew he didn't like me, but I could tell I was in big 
trouble.

His eyes seemed cold and distant.  He moved deliberately in my direction.  I was 
listening carefully to know if any other family members were upstairs, but I didn't hear 
anything. I feared that I was alone in the house with him.  As he got within reach, I 
covered my face with my arms to prepare for a severe beating.

Uncle Frank grabbed me by my wrist and jerked me from the sofa to the ground.  My 
knees hit hard on the cold, concrete, basement floor.  I wanted to cry, but I knew I had 
to fight the tears back.  As he raised his arm, I flinched and kept my eyes closed to 
defend myself from the forthcoming blow.  I was taken completely by surprise when the 
blow never came.  I opened my eyes and looked up, and was surprised to find Uncle 
Frank standing in front of me completely naked.

My breathing came to a momentary halt.  My heart was pounding in my chest as I 
surveyed my fate.  His tall hairy body lorded over me.  I didn't dare move my head, but 
couldn't help stealing a quick glimpse of his cock with only the movement of my eyes.  
His dick was fully erect and stood proud at about 10 or 11 inches.  I had never seen 
such a sight before except in porn magazines.  I was equally amazed by it's width. It 
resembled the size of a large cucumber.  I knew at this point that my fears were well 
founded.

He took a step towards me and grabbed a fistful of hair on the back of my head.  I 
thought my head was going to explode.  As I attempted to adjust from the pain, he 
rammed his dick into my lips.  I knew what he wanted, and I had a decision to make.  I 
could resist, and probably be beaten or I could open my mouth.  Either way, I expected 
his dick would end up in my throat. 

I elected to decline the beating, and parted my lips only a little.  As I did, he tightened 
his grip on my hair, and shoved his almost foot long into my mouth as hard as he could. 
I remember the discomfort of having it fill my mouth and occupy my throat.  I began to 
gag as I pulled air in through my nose.  He placed both hands on my head and pulled 
my face into his crotch and held it in place.  I was fighting for air, but it was useless.  His 
large penis was resting in my throat.  My lips were hurting from being stretched around 
its wide girth.  His fury pubic hair was scratching against my face.  I recall the smell of 
man.  A mixture of penis, sperm, and pee.  Matthew smelled much better.

I started to get a little dizzy, as he pulled out of my mouth.  He left the head of his dick in 
my mouth, and ordered my to give him a tongue bath.  I struggled to comply and catch 
my breath at the same time, but I managed.  I licked his head all over.  Working my 
tongue around the head and then down the shaft.

He became impatient with my tongue bath, and gripped my head with both of his large 
hands.  He began to thrust his hips into my face.  As he pumped deep into my throat, I 
had to remind myself to breath through my nose.  I wanted to throw up as his large 
penis rammed deep into my mouth.  He started pumping hard and fast.  I couldn't get 
enough air.  I thought I might pass out as he pulled it clear.  I was gasping for air and 
massaging my jaw with my right hand.

He pulled me by my hair over to the footstool as I yelled softly to protest the pain.

"Now it's your turn.  You'll find out how that boy felt to have your dick in his ass" he said 
as he pushed me down on my stomach.  I felt the cold sensation of lotion on my butt as 
he rubbed it into my crack.

I placed my face into the footstool and gripped the material as tight as I could to prepare 
myself.  He grabbed my cheeks and pulled them apart as I began to feel the tip of his 
penis against my anus.  He pushed, but my tight hole prevented penetration.  He 
continued to push as I continued to tighten me ass.  After a couple of more tries, he 
won.  His hard dick managed to push through the resistance my anus offered.

I felt a series of sharp pains in my anus as he pushed in about two or three inches.  
Tears swelled in my eyes immediately as I tightened my grip on the footstool.  I raised 
my head and clinched my teeth as I grunted and moaned.

"Ohhhhh.  Uhh, Uhh.  It hurts.  It hurts bad." I offered.

Uncle Frank then grabbed both sides of my hips with his large hands, and pushed his 
pelvis hard as he pulled my ass towards him.  The force rammed his entire 10 inches 
into my tight hole.  I felt a trimmer of pain throughout my body.  It was as if electricity ran 
from my ass to my head.

I yelled in response, "Owwww.  I can't take it.  Please.  You gotta stop.  It's hurting me.  
Ohhhh.  Please stop. I'm sorry. Please stop."

He began to pump slowly but each thrust went deeper into my body as he began to 
speak.  "Did Matthew beg you to stop?"

I didn't answer.  He started pumping faster as he gripped my hips tighter.  Under normal 
circumstances I would complain about the tight grip, but the pain in my ass was far 
greater.  He nearly reached full speed as he pounded my bottom.

After a couple of minutes he began to moan.  "Ohhhh.  That's it you cunt.  You fucked 
that boy, and now you're my bitch."  He continued pumping hard.  "Ohhh.  Yeahhhh.  
That's it".  He started to pump even faster as he began to cum into my bowels.  "Ugggg.  
Uggggggg.  Ohhhhh.  Ohhhhhh."

He pushed his penis in my hole and maintained it's deep position.  I knew that he was 
squirting his sperm in my ass.  He pulled out and pushed in again to send another load.  
He repeated this a couple more times, and then pulled out of my hole.  I remained 
frozen as my asshole became numb from his abuse.

I cried softly as Uncle Frank put on his clothes and walked up the stairs.  Once I was 
alone, I stood up and grabbed the washcloth that Uncle Frank used to clean Matthew.  I 
wiped his sperm from my ass and cleaned up the fluid that ran down my leg.  I put my 
clothes on and stayed downstairs until I heard the other family members arrive.  I had to 
excuse myself to go to the bathroom frequently because Uncle Frank's sperm continued 
to leak from my anus and soil my underwear.  I assumed Matthew was doing the same 
tonight.  As I wiped it clean, I would wince from the pain.  I was sore for a couple of 
days.  On occasion, Uncle Frank would glare at me.  I found myself unable to sleep at 
night afraid that Uncle Frank would want more of my young ass.  I was never happier to 
see my parent's car pull into the driveway Sunday afternoon.  As we pulled away to 
safety, I looked at the house next door.  I was surprised to find Matthew watching from 
the yard.  Our eyes locked and we watched each other as the car drove away.  This 
weekend was something we would both remember for the rest of our lives.









 
