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This is a work of FICTION for ADULTS only. Do NOT read this if you
are under 18 or if you are not an adult according to the laws of your
State or Country. Do NOT read this if you are easily offended or if
you are not interested in fantasies involving young boys. This file
contains sexually EXPLICIT material.

The author does not condone any of the acts in this file. This story
was not written to advocate sexual activity with minors. Agatha
Christie wrote about murderers all her life. She was not a criminal.
Please support free speech and stop censorship.

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story codes: (bb, mb, group, solo, oral, anal)
style: sci-fi

"You make me hard, when I'm all soft inside. I see the truth, when
I'm all stupid eyed. The arrow goes straight through my heart. Without
you, everything just falls apart. And I want you. You are the perfect
drug. The perfect drug." - N I N





NUTS AND BOLTS    by DEBONAIR

CHAPTER 1.

   The living room was buzzing with the talk of the adults. A thick
cloud of cigarette smoke and the stench of beer breath floated in the
air. Eleven-year-old Shawn sat quietly on a kitchen chair, his tummy
full of Easter ham. He watched the circus with a hint of disgust,
thinking how hypocrite they were, laughing and chattering on this
holiday, when they could barely stand each other the rest of the year.
Even though, they all lived within an hour drive.

It had been two years already since he was adopted by his foster
dad, Jerry, and they were still pretty much ignoring him, turning
their nose to the boy who wasn't made of their blood.

He took a sip of Pepsi and deposited the glass on the coaster, slipping
away unseen from the noisy crowd. Upon closing the bathroom door, the
clamour of the family was stifled. He posed before the wall mirror an
instant, mechanically checking his freckled face and slicking up the
oily spikes of golden hair on his scalp. The punkish do had been
acquired through brave long battles with his new dad. He had
capitulated and it stood as a proud testimony.

In front of the toilet, he raised his sweater. His little hands
unbuttoned his jeans. Then he lowered the denim pants, along with his
bikini briefs, down to the tiled floor. The first touch to his genitals
had his nuts scurrying back up his abdomen like frightened tiny rodents.
He pushed down his hardening pecker and let it snap up a few times like
a spring.

Having a hard-on in front of the esteemed clan is certainly not very
polite? There was only one way to soften the uncooperative organ. With
both hands, he worked on his hairless package, massaging his testes and
fondling the stem of his flower. The circumcised plaything grew even
harder as he stroked it.

   "Uhhhh yeahhhh." he groaned, watching his face change to grimaces of
pleasure in the mirror.

Hurriedly, he masturbated with two fingers, chocking his wobbly peter
under the crown. The rush of delights increased and his breathing
intensified. The good feelings were really happening now. Concentrating, he
wanked harder and faster. His three-inch bone was turning red and angry.

A gigantic jolt surged inside his penis and his knees shuddered.
"Unnnngh!" he yelped, losing the control of his muscles to convulsions.
The echo of his climax bounced against the walls before returning to
his ears. He grabbed a couple of Kleenex hastily. Again his dick
twitched, spraying droplets of kiddie juice in the tissues. The tension
ebbed slowly, escaping him through his pissslit.

Spent and satisfied, he returned unnoticed to the lame conversations
of the adults. The dizzying afterglow of his orgasm made his hazel eyes
sparkle. He feared someone could see it. But as he scanned the members
of the family, none of them paid much attention. And it was all right
by him. A few more hours to go and it would be over.

Once again, he would have managed to consciously avoid his cousin Ackley.
That is, if it had not been for his father.

   "Hey Shawnee! Why don't you and your cousin go play in your room. It
must be boring, listening to our grown-up talk all evening, uh?"

He threw a look of contempt at the big guy, who was perfectly aware
that he was antsy in the company of his step cousin. He sighed heavily
and muttered with little enthusiasm. "C'mon Ackley. Let's go find
something to do."

The red-haired twelve-year-old boy rose from between his parents with
obvious embarrassment. He followed the younger boy, going down to the
basement. Shawn glanced back at the odd chap. Ackley was not like the
other kids his age. He was a total spaz. A born loser? What kind of
name is that anyway?

The kid was a shy and reserved zombie with braces, seemingly in a
constant state of inner reflection. Aunt Janet had probably dressed him
up before the party, in his usual 'family gathering' outfit, which
consisted of grey dress pants, a bleached shirt and a navy blue jacket
he'd outgrown two years prior.

   "I got Unreal on my PC, you wanna play?" he suggested.

   "Yeah, sure."

   "I'm gonna crush you!" Shawn boasted, dashing to boot the computer
and to ensure the conversation would be limited to futile pleasantries.

   "Your room is so cool." Ackley mumbled, standing like a pole in the
middle of the pre-teen mayhem. The boy's toys and dirty clothes were
strewn all about. On his furniture, a thousand stickers placed randomly
were like a messy coloured mosaic.

Shawn rolled two chairs and crawled under the desk to plug in a second
joystick on the back of the machine. When he crept out, he could have
sworn the awkward lad had been looking at his bum all along.

   "Sit down." he called him.

Squeezed together in front of the monitor, the young males braced
themselves for the challenge. The virtual characters chased each
other in the 3-D maze, shooting volleys of bullets at the monsters and
themselves for over an hour. Up on the third level, Shawn failed to
notice his adversary, cleverly hidden behind a statue. He watched his
lifeline disappear and his player bleed to death.

   "You beat me." he grumbled in disbelief.

The older lad nodded, relishing his victory. "Yeah, I did. Uh!?"

For a moment, Shawn saw a dim ray of normalcy in his pupils. Strangely,
he wondered if the geek jacked off like a horny toad, if he was truly as
modest and virginal as he let out to be.

   "You wanna see something nasty?" he proposed with a twinkle of
malice in the eyes.

   "What?"

   "I got tons of pictures!" he beamed. With a few clicks of the mouse,
he popped open the porno images, one after the other on the screen. The
XXX-rated material had the opposite effect he had expected. Ackley was
about to loosen up, minutes before, but now he stared at the pictures
silently. The naked women were flashing upon his sombre pale face,
which he kept frozen. The tension in the room became thick and palpable.

   "You got a boner?" Shawn chuckled, checking his guest protecting
his crotch with both arms.

   "Let's play another game." Ackley retorted, with a pleading tone to
his cracking voice.

   "Okay." the youngster obliged, sensing the sudden desperation of his
cousin. His instinct told him that he must not push the issue. He had
a hard time understanding the spaz's behaviour. It seemed he was
trying to be friendly and distant at the same time. His index hit the
escape key just as the voice of Uncle Frank roared up the stairs.

   "We're about to leave, get up here Ackley!"

The boys hurried up to greet out the departing group of drunken adults.
Amidst the kissing and hugging of the crowd spewing outside, Shawn
waved to his cousin. "Bye Ackley, see ya at thanksgiving!"

   "It's gonna be sooner than that." Uncle frank interjected. "We
enrolled Ackley at the community centre. He's gonna be on your b-ball
team. Ain't that neat?"

Shawn faked a smile.

                                -=-

   Long after his foster dad had gone to bed and was snoring loudly
in the ocean of his intoxication, Shawn stayed up and played online
against invisible opponents. In the dim light of a desk lamp, his
tanned body glowed, clad only in boxer shorts with yellow smileys on
them. His usual sleepwear, that his father thought made him look so darn
irresistible.

The alarm clock flipped to 2:15 AM. He exited the game and clicked on
the icon of his video chat program. The software loaded and logged him
directly into the kids-talk chat room by default. The number of
participants at that time of night didn't surprise him. One alias drew
his attention right away and he sent out a private message.

   >Shawn11: Hi teacher, can I be teacher's pet?
   >Teacher: You can be anything you want.
   >Teacher: An astronaut, a wizard.
   >Teacher: A good boy.
   >Teacher: or a bad boy.
   >Shawn11: How old are u?
   >Teacher: 26, and you?
   >Shawn11: 11 ;-) will u be my friend?
   >Teacher: Yes. That would be k00l.  :-)
   >Shawn11: Would you like to see a pic of me?"
   >Teacher: Yes I would very much.

With that, Shawn aligned the small digital camera atop the monitor
and hooked the waistband of his boxers under his balls. He captured the
snapshot of his obscene self with his flaccid pricklet exposed. There
was something thrilling about the silly game of exhibitionism. Whilst
the file was uploaded, a flurry of tingly exciting jolts stirred from
his groin. He typed the next phrase and waited.

   >Shawn11: Here it comes!
   >Teacher: You are a cute boy. Do you have more?

Again, he repeated the process. This time, taking a shot of his perky
butt, lewdly spread open by his small hands. The file zoomed through
cyberspace for the man's appreciation.

   >Teacher: You are very sexy. I like you.
   >Shawn11: I like to suck dicks. Do you?
   >Teacher: I do. lol
   >Shawn11: Do you wanna see me jerk off?
   >Teacher: Of course. :-)
   >Shawn11: Only if you show me yours also?
   >Teacher: Yes.

He hit the live feed button and stripped off. The two little windows
flickered and the connection was established. On one of them, he could
see his naked body as he fisted his boydick. On the other, the camera
was panned over the man's hairy mid-section. The stranger's fingers were
wrapped around his massive cock, rubbing the tower of engorged flesh.

The little imp was elated by the effect he was having on the stranger
far away. It was the purpose of the game. Seeing how horny they were
for him. For once he had the upper hand over the adults. He was the
object of their utmost attention. They spied on his every move, while
he put on his silly show, in the safety of his bedroom.

He shoved his face in the web cam and smiled wickedly, sticking his
tongue out, licking his lips. Then he thrust his hips, showing his
beautiful stiffy close-up. The man was pulling on his cock furiously,
beating the monster stick. The image changed to the wide grin across
the face of the anonymous adult.

Shawn giggled seeing the comical expression on the stranger's mug. The
young man had glasses and seemed nice. Not that it mattered much. He
danced for the voyeur, swaying and jiving. From the corner of his eyes,
he ogled at the screen, bending over and fingering his asshole.

The man's long phallus quaked suddenly. Shawn eyed the window intensely,
looking at the ropes of thick man sauce spurting on his hairy belly. So much
sperm gushing out because of him. He jerked his boner frantically, utterly
excited by the messy display. His young pecker twitched, sputtering its own
timid load over the top of the desk.

The voyeur had not left yet. He leaned his head and lapped up the beads
of semen, consuming the result of his boyish ejaculation. It had been a
very entertaining spectacle tonight. He giggled and gave the finger to
the camera.

                                -=-

   The screeching of basketball shoes skidding on the wooden laths
resonated throughout the gymnasium. Shawn concentrated on the game,
hoping to score the key hoops that would beat the boys from the
opposing community centre. All the players were in the eleven-twelve
years age group. But his short stature was a clear disadvantage, which
meant he had to play twice as hard.

Once in a while, he glanced at his cousin. Ackley seemed to be wandering
aimlessly on the court, unable to read the strategic flow of the game. The
few times he had had the ball and started to dribble had been disastrous.
His lack of athletic ability was blatant. His passes were not on target, and
he kept losing the ball, tripping on his own shadow.

Shawn ignored the clumsy boy, avoiding him at all cost. He didn't
want anyone from the gang to know they were even remotely related. The
tall redhead was already the butt of some of the jokes on the team.
The whole thing was a complete nightmare.

At the sound of the buzzer, the enemies dunked the final two-points,
clinching the victory. The boys retired to the changing room, dejected
and fuming. Shawn apprehended the post-game, knowing his geeky cousin
had selected a locker next to him. He quickly stripped to his undies
and rummaged for a towel.

   "I'm not very good." Ackley said as he neared him. "My dad made me
come here. I didn't want to." he defended himself.

Shawn heard the raspy voice of his cousin in his right ear. For a
second, he thought about continuing to ignore it. "You just need to
practice more." he mumbled.

   "You think so?"

   "A lot." Shawn sneered. Then he noticed something odd. He was
certain now that he caught him in the act. Looking down briefly at his
crotch and then swiftly away. The boy with braces changed from his b-ball
jersey into a t-shirt, flashing his pasty white chest and glancing
sideways at him bashfully. At times, attempting a feeble grin across his
usually serious face.

And Shawn got the same impression from the Easter party. A curious
mix of cloudy signals he was unable to decipher categorically. But it
seemed more evident now, that his cousin was definitely flirting with
him. He watched him pack his gym bag.

   "You're not taking a shower?" he inquired flat out, with a bewildered
look on his mug.

   "No. I'd rather do it home, I live nearby." Ackley answered, bowing
his head shyly.

   "So do I." he replied matter-of-factly.

   "I I can't." Ackley stammered, stepping away from the embarrassing
conversation.

Shawn shook his head, watching the peculiar lad walk away. "What?
Are you afraid we're gonna find out you're a girl?" he asked bluntly.

The older kid stormed out the door and didn't turn his back, leaving his
baffled eleven-year-old cousin with more puzzling questions. Shawn
shrugged his shoulders and headed to the shower room. The other team
members were already naked and teasing each other, pushing one another
under the big showerheads all around the ceramic enclosure.

Shawn enjoyed the playful ruff housing that went on. He wrestled
with the wet boys, screaming and laughing, having a jolly ole time
with the guys. It was an occasion to check out how his dick faired. He
peeked at all the shrivelled hairless willies, comparing with his own.
Happily concluding his pecker was normal-sized. The black kids had some
of the biggest in the room, confirming the popular beliefs.

                                -=-

   Ackley submerged himself in the warm water of the bathtub. The
calming satin of the miniature ocean, helped him forget about the
basketball game. It did not make him forget he was different from the
other twelve-year-old boys. He looked down between his legs at the huge
thing growing on his groin. It seemed it was getting bigger by the
minute. His long soft pole was so fat now, that the foreskin did not
cover the tip entirely and his pink pee-hole was poking out the
protective cover of skin.

His plump balls sprawled heavily on the bottom of the tub. The distorting
mirror of the clear water made his genitalia seem even larger. A patch
of dark orange hair had formed over it, like a stain on his perfectly white
frame.

The doctor had called it premature puberty. He called it a cruel curse.
His mother fled him whenever there was the slight possibility she might
see him naked. And so he lived, trying to hide the shameful secret
dangling from his pelvis. Afraid it would reach the floor when he
got to his fifteenth birthday.

Along with the obvious bulging of his maleness, came the cracking of
his voice, which made him sound like he was croaking at times. And
the rush of hormones. The powerful surge of hot lava inside his body
sending his sex drive into overload.

He thought of Shawn and his penis twitched. The images of the spunky
brat naked, materialized in his mind. His soft sexy body glistening
under the shower. His hard pink titties on his burgeoning tanned chest.
His tight little white butt. The fantasy elicited the most sensuous
tingles in his pole. He grasped it in his hand, caressed it gently,
felt it swell and rise from his crotch.

The big tube expanded, reacting to the measured flicks of his wrist.
It ballooned to eight and a half thick inches of hot meat, protruding
above the surface of the water. The huge mancock was like a baby's arm
jutting in the middle of his slim boyish waist.

He stepped out and stretched on his back, across the bathroom floor.
With a few acrobatic lurches, he brought his legs back to his head and
grabbed himself below the knees, rolling into a ball. His oversized
prick lunged at his face. The details of the grotesque enormity jumped
to his eyes. He licked the turgid flesh, tasting again the muskiness of
the wet organ. It was only when his tongue danced on the vibrant flesh
that he could accept it as his own.

Effortlessly, he engulfed the big knob and his lips nibbled up the
wide shaft. The sweet sensations made every bad aspects of his deformity
seemed worthwhile. He raised his head off the floor, trying to swallow more
of himself. Then, he rocked back and forth, sucking his huge cock, conjuring
the blissful rewards with his lips.

His mouth was filled to capacity with hot flesh. Only a small portion
of the bloated organ, that would make any adult owner proud, could fit
into his little cavern. Ackley cherished the instant, forsaking the
world, to concentrate on slurping that big demanding pole.

He intensified his siphoning, choking on his own cock as he tried
to reach new heights of pleasure. The bathroom was spinning. His muscles
were quivering. He could feel it coming soon. A few more swipes of his
tongue and he would be there. He envisioned himself tied up. He
imagined that his cock belonged to somebody else, who was fucking his
face. Feeding him that rampant erection in his little mouth.

The hard pipe swelled even more. At once, a spray of thick sperm
gushed down his throat. His whole body shuddered as if he was having an
epileptic fit. The thick jets of boiling cum erupted repeatedly. His
dick was like a fire hose. He let himself gag on his own jizz, his face
turning red as he tried to breath and swallow the flow of discharge.
In the end, most of it was in his stomach, and the remainder oozed
around his mouth.

                                -=-

   Shawn purred in his foster father's lap, clad in his smileys boxers, the
man's favourite. The television was playing some inane sitcom. But the
little boy was more interested in the warm embrace of his dad. His big hairy
hands were caressing his bare knees, his mouth gave moist little kisses to
the back of his head. He had never felt more loved in his life.

The wiry adult was like a kind and gentle bear. He had short curly
brown hair, much like that of a lamb and sincere blue eyes you could
see through right to the soul. Shawn never felt threatened once by the
husky man, even though he stood at six feet four and had muscles
rippling all over his frame. Nor by the fact that his entire body was
covered with a thick shag of dark curls that made him look like a yeti.

The big guy had accepted him into his home without conditions. And he
had fell in love with him from day one, expressing his gratitude on a
daily basis with boyish kisses and hugs. He didn't rebuff Jerry's sexual
advances either, eager to learn all about it.

Right then, sitting on his father's thighs, he perceived the hustle of
blood going to his small peter, gorging it as the sweet stroking
continued. His dad's hand migrated to his erection, fondling the rigid
branch tenting the fabric of his boxers. The large extremity enclosed
the swelling bulge, rubbing it. He let his leg roll off and it crept up
under the hem, touching his hard nuts, stretched tight by the scrotum.

The long fingers grazed his perineum deliciously and probed the opening
of his butt. He giggled and threw a consenting grin back at his dad,
who was staring blankly at the TV, as if his hand had a mind of its own.

   "What are you looking at?" Jerry burst out.

   "An ugly ape."

   "Why you lil'-" the man roared, shoving his adopted son to the side
and flipping him like a pancake on his tummy. "I will spank your smart
ass!" he bellowed, holding his frail arm behind his back with one hand
and pulling down his boxers with the other.

   "Noooo! Noooo!" Shawn cried out, amidst a fit of giggles.

The colossal man delivered a few tender swats to his white rump and
grasped his delicate balls from behind. He knelt and leaned until his
face was levelled with the round globes. While he clutched the smooth
package, he lapped up the pink valley of his son's butt. His tongue
travelled to the puckered hole, zeroing in on the sensitive ring.

He let go of the kid's genitals and spread the gorgeous cheeks apart.
Shawn moaned and pushed his bottom up, flaunting his wet rosebud.
Jerry dove in, tongue-fucking the tiny hole with spirited jabs of his
spongy organ. He turned him around and admired his cute boner. A
glistening drop of liquid had formed on he tip.

He nuzzled the frisky hard-on and swallowed the whole shaft, sliding
down until the scant length was imprisoned in his mouth. Shawn gasped
and wailed, overcome by the sudden detonation of pleasure from his
groin. His small fists took hold of his dad's curly hair and pulled,
urging the sucking mouth to bob on his boydick.

Jerry clamped his lips on the stiff little morsel, suctioning all the
tasty kid juice out of it. He could hear the boy pant loudly, seeking
air for his lungs. His legs were spread wide, his toes all curled
up from the intense bliss of his childish euphoria. He darted at the
wagging woody with the tip of his tongue and grinned upon seeing so
much haze on his son's mug.

   "Look here what I got." he said to the blond boy, extending his
hand.

The youngster gazed at the hand of his father, where the squarish
envelope of a condom was nestled in his palm.



CHAPTER 2.

   Jerry didn't have to say more. He watched his naked son strut to
the edge of the couch, wiggling his tail end like a stripper. The
obedient child bent over the arm of the sofa, raised up his shapely
bottom and waited. He was right behind him, lowering his blue jeans and
briefs to the floor. Under a bushy patch of luxuriant dark hair, his
large prick was curving upward proudly. Despite that, he wanked it a few 
times to get it harder, then he tore open the condom.

Shawn eyed the throbbing tool about to slip up his bum hole as the
man struggled to unroll the lubricated condom onto it. "My butt's
getting cold." he snickered. Jerry's fingers juggled with the plastic
envelope, until he got the hang of it and hopped forward like a rabbit,
his ankles entangled in the heap of clothes.

He nudged against the eleven-year-old boy, rubbing his dick between his
silky buttocks. The dizzying exaltation of his arousal was like a drug
trip. With one hand, he guided his erection, seeking the kid's hot
pucker.

Shawn held his breath, feeling the rude probing of his backdoor. The
lubed slab of meat grazed his anus and began to plunge into him.
"Ohhhh shit!" he bawled as the hard spike speared up his hole. "Ughhh!
Ughhhhh! UGHH!" His litany grew louder with every inch invading his
rectum, enlarging the tenacious opening.

A wave of indescribable sensations exploded from his butt hole to all
of his fingertips. The rhythmic plowing commenced right away. He placed
his hands flat on the cushion to keep his balance and shut his eyes to
taste the feelings he was accustomed to. "Ohhhh yeahhh, fuck me." he
whispered.

Jerry grasped the hips of his young partner firmly. His tight asshole
was still straining to eject him. It drove him crazy with lust every
time the clasping muscle attempted to bite off his shaft. He observed
his cock go in and out of the kid's flawless ass, pulsating through
the translucent membrane of the rubber.

With more vigorous thrusts, he began to stab into his guts. Their
bodies stiffened with the more intense copulation. He was now deeply
lodged up his son's ass. He could feel the tremendous heat of his insides on 
the upstroke. And his bloated dickhead bumped against the strangling anus on 
the down stroke, denied exit by the unyielding sphincter.

Shawn was always astonished when his dad nailed him. He was getting
assfucked for real! Just like in the movies. Their bodies were merged
together, driven by instinct. He was aware that other daddies didn't
fuck their little boys in the ass, but he didn't care. He was happy,
pleasing Jerry's cock with his butt hole.

The bulky man drowned in the repetitive tempo of his blissful pumping.
The child's anus was dilating, accepting him more easily.

   "Ohh yesss, ooooh yessss ooooohh." Shawn cooed, feeling the adult
prong rubbing against his juvenile prostate. His pre-teen dick was
stiff as a rock, slapping on his belly. Jerry's fingers dug into the
flesh of his hips as he fucked harder and faster. He could hear him
starting to groan out of joy.

   "Ughhh, I'm gonna cum in yer butt." the man grumbled, jamming
his cock harder and rumbling like an animal. "Ughhh YEAHHH! OHHH FUCK
OH FUCK YEAH!" he screamed, pistonning into the recess of the kid's
hiney. His pelvis made contact with the divine boytail, again and once
more. Shawn squealed, wanking his little prick and cumming right away.
He felt the wide organ harden to a rigid pipe of steel as his dad
neared his climax.

Jerry shoved his cock forcefully and wrapped his arms around his son's
torso. His body jerked in short intervals. Each spasm accompanying
a peak of his orgasm. The violent blasts of semen rushing out of his
penis were like the sweet tickling of a feather.

                                -=-

   Harold Langdon paced back and forth in the school corridor, awaiting
the bell that would kick off the start of a new day. His mind was
drifting while the sixth graders entered his class. It had been going on 
long enough. He would have to find something else to do for cash. He
had a PHD in history for Pete's sake! Why did he even continue to take
these jobs, subbing for old twats who got sick from drinking too much
tea?

The bell rang and the children raced to their neat little desks aligned
in five perfect rows. He wrote his name on the chalkboard, sensing the
stares of the pupils scrutinizing him. They probably weren't used to a
young teacher, he suspected.

When he turned around, the forty-six eyes zoomed on him. He was a thin
man, relatively tall with neatly combed brown hair and elegant round
glasses on his nose. His electric razor had seen better days thus his
jaw always had a veil of stubbles, giving his face that rugged manly
look.

   "Hi class, my name is Harold Langdon and I will be your substitute
teacher 'til the end of the semester." he announced.

The children roared with spontaneous glee, raising their arms in a
vee of triumph.

   "All right! Settle down." he quieted the boisterous crowd. "Now,
I'm an easygoing fella, but don't push my buttons." he pointed out.
"I prefer to be addressed as Harold. Not Mr. Langdon. Okay?"

The children nodded in unison.

   "Good. Before we begin, I will go through the list of names to help
me memorize your faces. When I call your name raise your arm."

The children looked at him, turning an attentive ear.

   "Belinda Allen." he said, glimpsing up and finding the little
girl's extended arm.

   "Cody Alexander." he pursued the process.

   "Shawn Bradford." he pronounced the third name. When his eyes locked
on the boy in the back, his heart rate doubled. He had seen that kid
before. He had seen more than he should of that boy. 'Shawn11' he
thought silently, his lips breaking into a fake smile of assurance.

The blondie was wriggling in his chair, his hole still sore from the
previous day's assfuck. The teacher had seen him, but he was not
moving on to another name. "I'm here!" he hollered. Then he recognized
him. The stranger from the web cam. His arm came down slowly, as if it
was melting ice under the sun. And he smiled wickedly.

                                -=-

   "Don't use that tone of voice with your mother!" Ackley's father
growled, pointing an accusing finger across the diner table.

The young redhead lowered his stare on the mash potatoes. He couldn't
believe he'd been trapped in such a rotten deal. His appetite vanished
and he pouted.

   "Listen honey, Uncle Jerry needs some time off. It's very hard to
raise a foster child alone, especially that boy, Shawn." she said,
with a touch of disdain at the end. Then her voice became harsher. "Your dad 
and I are going to that inn with Jerry, whether you want it or not! I 
thought you'd be grateful that we trust you enough to stay on your own with 
your cousin?"

   "I don't like him."

   "Rubbish!"

   "He's mean to me!"

   "He isn't"

   "I'm not hungry anymore." Ackley fled the table, tears rolling down
to his chin.

   "If you came out of your shell once in a while, maybe it would be
easier for everyone." his father shouted. "You're not a leper. You've
grown too fast."

                                 =

   In the gloomy darkness of Ackley's bedroom, both boys were lounging
on the bed, watching the second hour of The Fellowship of the Ring. The
sound of clashing swords echoed in the empty house. There was a good
twelve inches between their silhouettes. An invisible frontier where
the usual fog of tension blurred all communications. They'd been
thrown in that prison, where the bars were made of parental authority.

   "I'll change into my pjs." Shawn announced.

Ackley peered at the unwelcome visitor, jumping off the mattress. He
observed him rummaging through his bag. After a while, it became clear
that the boy was not leaving for the bathroom. He stood there shedding
his t-shirt, tugging on his socks. The older lad's heart pounded as he
tried to avoid looking at the strip tease, focusing on the movie.

The pre-teen boy removed his shorts and slipped his skimpy underwear
down his slim bronzed legs. Ackley's pupils were stinging. The little
buns were in his line of sight, glowing from the hues of the TV. Shawn
turned around and presented his front. He took a quick peek at his
smooth circumcised dick.

   "Aren't you tired?" the blondie asked. "You should put on your pjs
too."

   "Yea." he answered, crawling out of bed lazily. While he shucked
his clothes, he glared at his adopted cousin, who was shamelessly
ogling back at him. The naked boy was analyzing his every move as his
clumsy hands nervously pulled off his duds. But for once, he felt
courageous enough.

A breeze of freedom lifted his soul. Soon it would be over. He dug his
thumbs in the waistband of his Hanes briefs and prepared for the
reaction of his guest. With a swift gesture, he sent them to the
carpet.

   "Oh shit! Your dick's huge!" Shawn raved, contemplating the chubby
genitals. "It's bigger than my dad's!"

A flash of heat coloured Ackley's cheeks. His throat was dry. "Let's
let's put put on our pjs now." he stuttered.

   "Not yet!" Shawn protested, lunging from across the bedroom to
assail him.

The twelve-year-old redhead giggled as the turbulent youngster began
tickling him. He fell on the bed, carrying the eighty pounds of his
cousin over him, laughing wholeheartedly. The bare skin of the little
boy felt so good against his. He yearned to kiss him and cuddle him.
The pesky hands groped between his thighs. He rolled on his tummy
preventing further attacks from the demented rascal.

   "Get off me, lil' perv!" he yelled gleefully.

   "I wanna see it hard!" Shawn insisted, cupping his plump nutbag in
his moist palm and squeezing.

   "Owww!" Ackley vociferated. The kid was merciless, crushing his nuts
and pinching his butt cheeks. He gave up and cooperated, allowing the
exploration of his crotch. Shawn grasped the lengthening sausage between his 
fingers.

They panted and eyed each other with lust.

Wordlessly, the little boy began licking Ackley's cock thoroughly,
coating his dick in his spit until it glistened in the soft light of
the TV. He bent his head down and took the heavy nuts in his mouth,
sucking on them gently, rolling them around in his cavity to feel their
weight. He could just imagine the huge load of sperm sauce that Ackley's 
balls were churning out.

He released his bollocks and returned to his shaft, licking the hot wet
ramrod up and down, over and over again. His tongue twirled around his
hot, hard dickhead, chewing on it gently. Then, he took his entire
throbbing cockshaft into his little mouth, deep-throating him all the
way in. The older boy was hissing, contemplating his cousin's work, his
face locked in a look of complete beatitude.

   "Ohhhhh yeahhhhhh." he mumbled, grinding his oversized boycock into
the eager, hungry mouth.

Shawn slobbered some more over the long tower of flesh, flooding the
immense gift of nature with his saliva. His asshole was itching and he
straddled the boy's stomach, his legs on either side of him. The hot
piece of meat slid in his crack. He lifted up a bit, arched his
back, and felt the hard fiery cockhead poised below his tender anus.

Ackley suckled and nibbled the little boy's nipples, feeling the
clasping anal ring pinching the tip of his penis. It was almost more
than he could bear for his first fuck, as the blond boy lowered
himself onto him, taking his fat mature rod into his tight little butt.

The youngster impaled himself slowly on the rigid fuckpole, breathing
hard and crying out. He took the bulk of the erection in his rectum
and began bouncing on it. Suddenly, the need was stronger, building with 
each lift and plunge. Both cried out as waves of intense pleasure grew with 
each passing second.

Shawn jerked his small pecker and he fucked himself on the big stick.
He stuck his tongue out at the corner of his mouth, concentrating on
the perils of the acrobatic feat. With his sphincter, he milked the huge 
prick, hearing Ackley moan out of pure bliss. His young body was
wired. He bounced faster making the pleasure soar, until a glorious
torrent of shuddering release, peaked in a culmination of delight. His
little boner spit a timid wad in the older boy's bellybutton. He
stiffened up with the big spike up his ass, watching his little dick
twitch repeatedly.

When his orgasm waned. He dismounted from the big cock and attacked it
with his hand. The slimy pole was covered with their fuck juices.
Ackley's body undulated as he tried to keep his climax at bay. He
wanked harder, tugging on the bloated purplish head. The first jet of
boiling sauce blasted all the way to his cousin's contorted face.

He felt the spasming cock tremble between his little fingers. Wave after 
wave of thick, creamy cum came spewing out of the throbbing pole,
splashing on the boy's flat hairless chest. His body was trashing from
the violent and passionate orgasm. The final moderate spurts, dribbled
along his shaft, matting his wiry orange pubes.

Ackley beamed. He smiled genuinely, showing his steely braces. As if all the 
years of pent-up shame had been ejected with his ejaculation, he felt like a 
new boy.

   "Let's do it again!" Shawn said.

                                -=-

   Shawn stopped in the doorway of the teacher's small office and
cleared his throat to announce his presence. "You wanted to see me?" he
peeped.

   "Come in, yes. Close the door behind you and sit down." Harold said,
gesturing to him. "Be careful, they just waxed the floor. It's very
slippery."

   "Cool!" the randy youngster raved, sliding across the tiny room.

Harold observed the little boy until he was seated in front of him.
Then he inhaled loudly, uncertain as to how to discuss the issue with
tact and diplomacy. "I called you in, because I wanted to clear the air
between us."

   "Omkay." Shawn acquiesced, chewing his bubble gum.

   "That night. I shouldn't have been in that chat room. It was wrong.
And you shouldn't have been there also, doing what you were doing.
Remember?"

   "Is it very bad?"

   "Well, it's not THAT bad." the man answered. "But it's not that
stellar either."

   "Oh."

   "Do you understand?" he asked, sensing the lad was getting confused.

   "Yes."

   "I just want everything to be ok between us, since we're gonna be
spending the semester together. Let's forget it ever happened. Deal?"

   "Uh, uh."

The young teacher felt a weight lifted off his shoulder, hearing the
agreeable words of his charge.

   "Are you horny for me?" Shawn blurted out abruptly.

Harold couldn't believe his ears. He eyed the sassy kid, thinking
he was absolutely vulgar and uninhibited. A real brat, in the pure sense of 
the word. The kid had a smirk on his freckled mug that would have made even 
the straightest man fall completely head over heels for him. And he was 
convinced right then, that if he'd play his cards right, the boy would give 
him a blowjob before every test if he promised him an 'A' for it.

   "You can go now." he said, blushing brightly.

The blond boy lurched up and his left foot slipped on the waxed floor.
"Watch it!" Harold cried out, seeing the schoolboy stumble. An atrocious 
loud breaking sound chilled the man's blood as he witnessed the child's 
shoulder crash against the corner of his desk.

   "Are you all right, Shawn?" he blabbered, rushing to his side.

The small carcass was lying lifeless, eyes closed, mouth agape. He
turned the boy over to see the extent of the injury. A grimace of shock
gripped his face. The little arm was severed clean off the shoulder.
But where he should have seen a gory mess of blood and cartilages, there was 
a mish-mash of torn wires, drenched in a viscous yellowish soup. The fibre 
optic cables were twitching around the metallic clavicle. At the end of the 
severed arm, the round tip of a metallic bone was gleaming.

He gasped and backed off instinctively, unable to fathom what had
just unravelled before him. He removed his glasses and rubbed his
eyes, praying it was all a bad dream. For a moment, he gazed blankly
outside the window, feeling the sweat seep from his pores. Then he
looked down again. The inanimate robot boy had not moved at all since
he had last touched him. He stepped out of the office cautiously and
locked the door.



CHAPTER 3.

   Harold sat silently in front of the blank screen of the TV, utterly
dumbfounded. He would have to go back to his office eventually, and
the thought of finding that dead thing laying there, petrified him.
Someone was going to come looking for it? His robot family?

His mind twisted and spun of web of insane notions to explain it all.
He chuckled to himself, going delirious. The shrill ring of the doorbell
startled him. The cops already on his tail? He pulled the door ajar and
glimpsed at the stranger. The old man in the hall wore a long grey raincoat.
A felt hat of similar colour, atop his head, cast a shadow across his
wrinkled and leathery face. "Can I help you?" he asked.

   "May I come in, Mr. Langdon?" the man replied curtly, showing him
the silver handle of the gun in his pocket.

Harold let the armed fella in and watched him take a seat on the sofa
as if he was an old friend dropping in for a visit.

   "It seems you have encountered an unfortunate incident with one of
our androids?" the man smiled grimly. "Oh, I forgot to introduce
myself. How rude of me. I am Donovan Brown."

Harold nodded nervously, his stare riveted on the shiny Beretta in
the gloved hand.

   "It's not loaded." the old man said, seeing how uncomfortable his
interlocutor was. "I have to carry this for other reasons." he added,
placing the firearm on the end table. "I'm sure you are eager to hear
what I have to say about Shawn? May I suggest you pour us each a glass
of that scotch over there?" He glanced at the bottles on the shelf.
"Perhaps, a double for you."

Harold executed the request, intrigued by the enigmatic individual.

   "Go on." he urged.

   "As you have probably figured out, Shawn is not really human. He's
an organic machine. A robot made of flesh and metal."

Harold flipped the shot glass of alcohol in the back of his throat
and coughed coarsely.

   "His skeleton is made of a metal alloy. But his vital organs are
human, taken from donors after death. The trick is to make it all work
together. The worst part is maintaining a digestive system outside its
original host."

The young teacher listened attentively, completely aghast. The stranger
was speaking calmly, as if it was just a friendly conversation over
drinks. He nodded to him, signalling he had comprehended his last
sentence.

   "Of course, the brain is replaced by a CPU, much like the one in
your computer. That's all that is necessary to run the most sophisticated
programs of artificial intelligence."

   "You made him?"

   "No! Don't give me so much credit. We stole him!" the old man
avowed. "Shawn, along with other androids are made by a little secret
company in Iowa called Ambio. They got the sole legal contract from the
government to build futuristic armies. Mech warriors. Toy soldiers,
if you will. Our group in turn, steals the machine from the government.
But we have a different purpose for these magnificent creations. How
should I put it?" he paused. "We turn them into the most expensive blow
up dolls out there!"

   "Sex toys?"

   "If you wish. We tinkered with the code to ensure they are devoted
to pleasing any man."

   "Like a dog?"

   "Yes. But with more rewarding results. Shawn can bring more than
your slippers if you ask him."

Harold stared at the man in disbelief. His brain was trying to compute
all the data. It made absolutely no sense. "Does he feel anything?" he
asked.

   "Technology has not enabled us to reproduce the rainbow of emotions a
human can experience. And the nervous system of the androids is very
limited. We use what's there to simulate pleasure. They feel virtually
no pain. We have programmed the more interesting stimuli and they will
react accordingly."

Harold massaged his brow. It was suddenly too much for him. He didn't
know what to think, or what to say. Was this where the world was headed?
Puppets made in our image to use as we pleased?

   "Hard to believe." Mr. Brown stated. "Time is flying Mr. Langdon.
We need to recover the android and repair him before somebody else finds
him. The government has a nasty habit of eliminating evidence when it comes
to top-secret weapons. And that would include you, by the way."

   "Why me?" Harold snarled. "How did you know I had him?"

   "We were able to monitor Shawn up until his memory froze. Where did
you hide him?"

   "He's exactly where he fell, on the floor of my office at school. I
locked the door." Harold sneered, elated that he had eluded the masters
of high-tech tracing.

   "Why didn't you say sooner!" the old man barked, rising to his feet.
"The janitor could have access to your office! Give me the key."

                                -=-

   As they raced outside the house, two Bentleys were waiting on the
curb. The old man handed the key to an acolyte and the first car sped
away, its tires screeching. "Hopefully, we will recover the machine
before anybody else." he said, looking at the sleek black car disappear.

The young teacher felt vulnerable all of sudden. He was in on too much
of the sordid affair. Now that he had divulged the location of the
treasure, he wasn't sure if they would dispose of him. The chauffeur of
the other car, opened the door for them.

   "Step in, Mr. Langdon. I'll show you more of our little project at
the manor." the old man offered him.

He sensed in the pit of his stomach, that the invitation was sincere.
Curiosity was gnawing at him. He certainly wouldn't have refused for
the world. The backseat of the car was fitted with all the gadgets of
the rich and famous; mini bar, fridge and TV. He sat comfortably and
the vehicle drove away.

   "You said they made soldiers, how come they made a kid like Shawn?"
he asked.

   "Children make the best spies. Ambio creates very few of them. That's why
they are even more precious to us."

The rest of the trip was silent. Harold watched the pavement roll past
the headlights. Then he saw the wrought iron gates to the mansion.
They opened automatically, allowing entrance to the long driveway that
led up to the huge estate.

It was a beautiful edifice, the size of three houses combined, made of
red bricks. The shutters were painted white and sturdy vines climbed
along the two towers at both ends. Two big concrete lions frozen in a  roar
welcomed the guests on each side of the front steps.

A young teenager with a clean complexion, opened the front door. He
bowed solemnly, acting like a butler. "This is our humble club." Mr.
Brown said, inviting the young teacher in. The lobby was a luxurious
room with high ceilings and classic oil paintings hanging on the walls.
The room adjacent to the lobby was the library, where three men were
smoking cigars and drinking vintage port.

The old man was lured by their rowdy laughter. Harold followed him,
admiring the old bookshelves and fine oak tables of the salon. The
three aged fellas were dressed in stiff tweed jackets and perfectly
ironed trousers. They were reclining in large leather armchairs and
continued to discuss, oblivious to his presence.

   "Let me introduce you to the members, Mr. Langdon." the old man
declared. "This is Jules White, next to him, we have William Gray and
finally Henry Green. They may seem depressing like this. But I assure
you they can be a colourful bunch."

   The three men nodded respectfully.

   "Let me show you to your room, now." Mr. Brown added.

They climbed the grand stairway and strolled in a long corridor. The
old man opened the door of one of the room. "Assuredly, you will be
staying with us for the night?"

   "Ok." Harold replied. "That's very hospitable of you."

   "These will be your servants, they will make you feel at home."

The teacher peeked in the room. On the four post bed, two adorable
little boys were waiting patiently, completely naked. Both had
a short blond mop on their heads, cut with a bowl. They were identical
twins of the same age, seven he figured, and could have easily posed
for Gap Kids ads.

   "Well, I'll leave you now. You must be exhausted. There's a hot tub
in the back." the old man said with a wink.

Harold began to undress, eyeing the two pretty children. He looked at
them differently, now that he knew they were not really human.

   "We can do that for you." they proposed in unison, helping him out
of his clothes.

He sat on the edge of the bed and enjoyed the frisky paws tugging at
him, removing his socks and unbuttoning his shirt. It was like a game
for them, to see who was faster. Their giggles rose in the room. He
stretched on the bed and raised his butt. They stole his trousers and
his briefs. Then they laid next to him on his right and on his left,
caressing the fur on his chest.

The trio lounged naked a while, creating the most provocative tableau.
Harold couldn't believe his luck as he patted the round bottoms of the
perfect twins. He looked at each of them. They were smiling and making
him horny by the second. There was no doubt in his mind. He was going to
defile the little angels without a trace of remorse.

The small duplicates were absolutely amazing. He marvelled at the
quality of the sculpted flesh of the androids. Impeccable work of a
plastic surgeon obviously. He could even hear the faint simulated
heart beats, and feel the sticky boysweat in the palm of their hands.

   "Go on, play with my cock." he commanded.

The kids giggled upon getting his approval. As they began to lick his
hairy, loosely hung nuts, he grabbed a few pillows so he could prop
himself up and watch the two brothers. Each of them fondled and chewed
one of his balls. Then side-by-side, they ran their tongue on his
swelling prick. The pulsing mancock rose between their cute faces as
they attacked it with the wet tips of their tongue.

He pulled down his foreskin and fed them his precum. The hot little
sponges lapped up around his glans and into his cockslit. He didn't
even have to coax them. The brothers were sexy cock eaters, sliding
their mouths along the shaft, savouring his hard phallus like blond-
haired Labrador puppies licking a fresh bone.

He grabbed one of the boy's head roughly, clutching a handful of hair
and slammed his mouth down on his pole, passed his tonsils. "Suck it!"
he ordered. The youngster choked a second and began slurping on his
fat hose. Meanwhile, he pulled the other tyke over and swallowed all
of his smooth genitals in his mouth, sinking his teeth in the delicate
flesh, knowing it would not hurt him.

The blondie whined out of joy as the adult mouth siphoned his nuts
and pickle. Harold guided him over his face. He licked him between the
legs, from the front, and up to his minuscule shithole. As he returned
to sucking him, he slipped his big finger up his tight bum hole. The
kid was going nuts. It seemed the more he finger-fucked him, the
hornier he got.

It was like Fantasy Island for the young man. He stood up and the kids
crawled at his feet, following him like he was their mother. Their
sticky hands tugged at his cock and balls. Their tiny mouths drooled
over his erect prick. He took turns with them, rubbing his moist cock
on each of their cute faces and nourishing their horny mouths with it.

They were making his temperature rise. Their little traps were like
vacuums. He thought about letting go and cumming down one of them's
throat. But he noticed the tube of KY, conveniently forgotten on the
end table. "Go suck your buddy on the bed." he said to one of the kids.

   "His name is Mark!" the child replied.

   "Go suck Mark, then."

The boys giggled and left him a minute of peace. As one of the kids
bobbed his head on his twin's cocklet, he applied the slippery ointment
to his engorged member. The anticipation of fucking the two seven-year-
old rascals aroused him like never before. He returned to the orgy,
creeping behind the little cocksucker whose butt was defenceless.

With a quick stab, he plunged into his minuscule shithole. The kid
raised his head momentarily and yelped throughout the prompt
penetration. Then he continued sucking his brother.

Harold grasped the shoulders of the little boy and shoved himself
brutally into his rectum, fucking him hard from the start. He gazed at
the other boy who was smiling as if this was not the most shocking
scene of decadence.

For a good while, he fucked the kid, shaking him like a rag doll. His
anus was fantastic. So hot and tight. When he looked down, he could see
the red ring of flesh, stretched grotesquely around his shaft. Any
regular child would have shrieked out of pain. But not this one. He
climbed over him and humped him good and hard, thrusting his fuckpole
deeper into his guts.

The other child seemed to be getting bored. He pulled out of his
partner and turned the other blondie on his flank. Holding his short
leg in the air under the knee, he pressed his slimy cockhead on his
tender anus. The small doll whimpered as the massive knob forced his
sphincter open.

He locked the squirming child in his embrace and pushed harder, invading his
rectum. He did not stop until all of his adult prong was crammed into the
seven-year-old boy. The kid's insides were a furnace. He groaned and
sodomized him slowly, pulling back and sliding in, enjoying the sensation of
having all of his hard, aching cock surrounded by a hot, moist, pulsating
channel.

The two monkeys were eager for more. For the next half-hour, he jumped
from one boy to the next, banging their little butts ball deep. They
raised their legs in the air like horny bitches, flaunting their red
gaping assholes. He bounced on them, rutting like a dog in heat.

At one point, he bent the two kids over the edge of the mattress and
sank into the first one's ass a couple of minutes. Then he switched
to the next one, repeating the process over and over. Their little
anuses were dilated now. He could ram his fat cock really hard and hear
his nuts slap against their firm tails. The sound of his groans mixed
with their boyish squeals as he sodomized them raw.

His balls had never felt so heavy, carrying all that sauce. He aimed
his canon at their adorable faces. A few wanks and his cock began
unloading his boiling sperm. The little squirts stayed there, in the
shower of semen. The abundant cream arched in the air, landing on
their button noses. Fierce blasts splashed on their rosy cheeks. The
slimy substance streamed down their cute mugs.

The young man contemplated his mess and fondled his softening prick.
He fell on the bed, utterly exhausted. The kids remained there,
awaiting their next order. "Go wash up." he said, and watched them
disappear in the bathroom.

   "I brought you a snack before you hit the sack." Mr. Brown spoke,
entering the bedroom.

   "Thank you, I am drained!"

   "Did you enjoy my special present?"

   "Very much." Harold replied, jumping on the ham sandwich offered to
him and wolfing it down without delay. "I got get me one of those
robots!" he affirmed, between mouthfuls.

   "You know, they cost twenty seven million dollars each." the old man
crowed. "But sometimes, we loan them to friends of the house."

The young teacher's face lit up. "That would be very nice." he said,
watching the pale weathered hand of the old man slip suddenly behind his
neck and massage the nape. "What are you doing?" he asked, gulping down a
ball of bread. He stared up at the passive mask of the elder.
"You're a tad too old for my taste!"

Mr. Brown's fingers caressed the back of his head. They found the little
lump and applied pressure. Harold's eyelids closed and he collapsed forward.

   "Good night, Mr. Langdon." the old man murmured, patting down the
synthetic hair on top of his skull. "You've been a very useful android.
We have learned a lot from you."

THE END.
