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It was a part of my costume- my disguise. I had dressed up as a scarecrow and did my best impression of a corpse. My performance could have won an Oscar, I guess I am good at pretending to be dead. With a ‘Please Take One’ sign beside me and a candy bowl in my lap most cubs didn’t realize I was there. Most cubs didn’t realize it when their little fingers found my penis in the bowl.\n\nThe few cubs who did notice it were brave. I guess on Halloween night when all the other fears are alive it puts it into perspective. A man’s phallus is not so frightening. When they carefully selected their favorite treat and found a little trick underneath there were no screams. Perhaps a look of distrust, but I was good. I didn’t move an inch, except my cock of course. So many were curious. They’d pinch my cock head or prod at my foreskin. 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He was the Doberman.”\n\n“Oh that nice young boy, I remember him.” I did not remember him.\n\n“Anyway, I stashed my candy at home and walked on over here.”\n\nI hand him his soda and I immediately don’t know what to do with myself. I tower over him like a looming monolith.\n\n“Thanks.” He turns his head down to peer into the glass stupidly.\n\nThis child is so much braver than I will ever be.\n\nI go to my knees in front of him, reversing our positions from when we first met. I touch the outside of his calf. He flinches but doesn’t pull away. The breath from his nose reverberates loudly in the glass. I vow to take things slow. I start by taking off his shoes.\n\n“So did you get lots of candy? Any other full-size chocolate bars?” I try to make small talk while pulling the velcro.\n\n“No chocolate bars but one old lady was handing out big packs of licorice. I traded mine to Danny for seven of his chalk candies.” \n\nThe second shoe comes off and I notice he keeps looking over my head. 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I take my hands off his balls but now I don’t know what to do with my hands. I try to rub his thighs reassuringly, but that also feels rapey…\n\nI could just rape him. Could I just rape him? A kid screaming on Halloween night; no one would know. It would be easy. Simple even. I could rape him just like I could have raped any other random cub I found on the street on any given day of the year. But I didn’t rape any of those cubs. And I don’t want to rape this one.\n\nI take a deep breath to calm my racing heart and head.\n\n“You came alone to an old pervert’s house and didn’t expect to have sex?” I’m trying not to sound judgmental.\n\n“Usually I- I mean, I e-expected to um,” He’s stuttering, “E-expected you to put your peen in my mouth and h-hold me there until you’re done. And I’d get more candy for it, and maybe I’d do it again before I leave.”\n\nHe lifts his ears a crack. I lean down to catch his eyes with mine.\n\n“Did your friend- Danny?- Did he ever touch you like I am now?”\n\nHe avoids my eyes, “No.”\n\n“Does Danny hold you until he’s… Finished?”\n\n“…No.”\n\nHe’s lying about something but this is the truth.\n\n“Is there someone else who,” I choose my words very carefully, ”you do this for?” \n\nI don’t want to interrogate him. I want to touch him, I want to lick him. I want to suck him so hard he can’t form a coherent word. But there’s a chill crawling along my spine. The kind of feeling you get when you know the protagonist of the horror movie is already caught in the trap.\n\n“A different friend?” I prod for information, “An older brother or classmate? An adult?” \n\nThe corners of his lips quiver.\n\n“He gets you alone at home or at a friend’s, at school?”\n\nHis little cock twitches.\n\n“The first time, did he ask you to lick him? Or did he make you?”\n\nThe silent treatment. This is good, it means he knows the risks and is likely to stay quiet about our encounters too, but I am still worried for him. He hasn’t figured it out yet that the things we crave may not always be healthy for us. I glance at his shorts on the floor, candy spilling out of the pockets. \n\n“But you like being used by him that way.”\n\nI caress his face and brush my thumb over his bottom lip. His eyes follow the contact, and his mouth parts on instinct. No wonder this kid gets himself into so much trouble, he loves dick way too much. \n\nHe softens and whispers, “Yeah.”\n\n“Did it hurt when he held you there?”\n\n“Yeah. It makes him feel really good though.” \n\nI feel terrible for what I am about to do. He is my pocket full of candy. I could stop here and take my prize. I could get him to suck me off again, cum in him once, twice. Maybe he’d let me suck him, or at least he wouldn’t put up a fight about it. Afterwards, I send him home and we’re done. A taste of what I crave, getting too involved is deadly.\n\nUnfortunately for all my good senses I have grown attached to this boy whom I don’t even know the name of. I want his relationships to be healthy. I want him to know what it is like to have a sexual relationship where he’s not a victim. And- If he’d have me- I’d like to be the one to show him.\n\n“Are you afraid of what he might do if you tell him ‘No’?” I pull my thumb away.\n\nHe looks confused. Like why would ‘No’ even be an option? But the thought is there now, he’s going through the scenarios in his head.\n\n“He’d probably just make me do it anyway.”\n\n“Does it hurt to think about him doing that?”\n\nHis brows furrow and frustration shows on his face. “It doesn’t matter because I won’t say no! Mr. Jacob wants me to do it and I want to do it for him. I make him feel good and he makes me feel good.” He raises his voice.\n\nI touch his cheek and he flinches. I pull his face to my chest. His breaths are heaving. I know what it’s like to try so hard to convince yourself of something that just isn’t true. He lets me put an arm under him and maneuver us to a sitting position. He’s light but my body is a lot older and it still groans as my spine pops. \n\nI stretch. My dick has gone soft but that’s probably a good thing. To think, an eleven-year-old is naked, fully erect, and in my lap, and my dick is soft. The thought of how much I am going to hate myself tomorrow is almost enough to make me turn myself in. Your honour, I was teaching him about consent and positive sexual relationships.\n\nHe is haunched over in my lap, timidly pulling at the buttons on my shirt and rubbing my chest like a kid doing things to apologize while not quite sure if he is in trouble yet. He is so small his head doesn’t even clear my chin. I caress down his head and back. His long, usually perky ears, are flat.\n\n“Tell me about what you and Mr. Jacob do.” I coo.\n\nHe doesn’t respond, just pouts and massages my chest fur. The horny bastard already has the top three buttons loose.\n\n“Hey, I know you feel bad about telling me his name but remember where you are and what you came here to do.” I tap him on the head of his dick, “I am one of the few people you can be honest about this.”\n\nThe kid sighs but starts talking, “There’s this storage closet at school. It’s got two doors, one that goes inside the school and one that goes outside. It’s great for getting around the bullies who camp the hallway after recess. One time the janitor was in there, Mr. Jacob. He had his hands in his underwear and was touching his thingy. I wanted to see it. Mr. Jacob doesn’t have the skin on him like mine and yours, I was interested in that.”\n\n“Mr. Jacob meets me there after recess a few days of the week. It’s our special place. He tells me how much he needs me every time I come in. He doesn’t waste much time getting undressed. I like it when he takes them all off, he’s a fat man so it’s funny watching Mr. Jacob move around naked but he doesn’t do it that way very much anymore. Usually, he just opens up his pants and shoves them down a little bit.” \n\nHe idly plays with my body as he tells the story. He has already undone and done away with my shirt. He amused himself for a while by rubbing my nipples, fingering my belly button, and grabbing at my belly fat. Now his little fingers scratch at the bulge in my pants, his eyes look up at me pleading. Admittedly, my cock had found its pulse again. My attraction to this hurt young boy only grows as my willpower weakens.\n\n“Okay, but no mouth stuff until you’ve told me everything.” I yield.\n\nI pop the button holding my pants together and lift my hips off the couch. He giddily hops backward, erection bobbing with delight, and excitedly draws my pants and underwear down. My manhood flops out and slaps me in the tummy. His eyes light up and I see him salivating for it.\n\n“Story,” I remind him.\n\nHe closes his mouth and climbs back into my lap. His penis looks minuscule next to mine but I can still see the potential for growth. He cups my balls, weighing them in his hands, as he continues his story. His touch sends lightning through my veins and I have to close my eyes to focus on what he is confiding in me.\n\n“I’m just a little taller than Mr. Jacob’s penis so we can do it standing in the closet but there’s enough room for a camper chair on days that he’s tired. He puts his big hands around my head and pulls me where he wants me to lick so he gets hard. Then he puts it in my mouth. He likes a certain speed so I just let him go in and out. When he’s almost done he pulls me all the way. It scared me the first time but now I like it. It makes Mr. Jacob feel so good and he always gives me lots of his… Milk.”\n\n“What does Mr. Jacob do after he finishes?”\n\nHe shrugs, “I dunno. He makes sure I swallowed all of it. Nothing dripped. Then he lets me go. I’m usually a little late to class, but it’s worth it.”\n\nThe kid is in my crotch. His ears have perked up again. He has one finger in my foreskin and his nose in my balls.\n\n“That’s the end of my story.” \n\nI feel his breath on my skin, his lips on my scrotum. He’s asking to suck my dick. He wants me to treat him like that janitor does. He wants me to reinforce his belief that his worth only comes from my satisfaction.\n\nI put my hand on the back of his head. His nose is cold but his breath is warm. His tongue drags across the underside of my aching ballsack. It makes my skin prickle. I sit forward, leaning over the boy’s small body as he sits on the floor, between my legs. I caress his face. My cock rests askew across his lips and nose. He gazes up crosseyed at it, panting like a dog, ‘hah, hah, hah.’\n\n“What’s your name, kid?” I say with the last shred of willpower in my body.\n\n“It’s um, Raziel,” He licks his lips, “Or just Raz.”\n\n“Raz, before I put my dick in your mouth I want you to do to me what Mr. Jacob does to you,” \n\nI let my dick fall past his cheek and join him on the floor.\n\n“What? Why?”\n\n“Because I think you should know what it feels like,” I kiss him on the forehead, “To be the one with the power.”\n\nRaz looks confused but I manage to get him to his feet, “Pretend I’m you and you’re Mr. Jacob. Say what he would say, do what he would do.”\n\nHe steps closer to me. His dick is at my eye level, his perfect and pure little dick. \n\n“This is stupid.”\n\n“Then do it fast and get it over with. You’re allowed to stop when you hold me down and finish in my throat.”\n\nRaz grabs me by the head and thrusts his balls onto my muzzle. “Get to licking my balls, I wanna make this quick.”\n\nThe eleven-and-a-half-year-old trying to adopt a dominant swagger is adorably cute. I go along with the roleplay, telling him “Yes, Mr. Jacob,” and stick out my tongue. He doesn’t so much make me lick him as he smears his balls all over my mouth.\n\nHe grabs me by the hair and tilts my head back. I open my mouth for him.\n\n“Um,” he whispers, “Am I allowed to swear?”\n\n“You’re Mr. Jacob,” I remind him, “You’re a fat old janitor without any skin on the head of his dick. Of course, you’re allowed to swear.”\n\nHe clears his throat and deepens his voice. “Is the little- Um, cocksucker- Ready for his taste of a man’s dick?”\n\nRaz is awkward about it still and I know the only way to get him into the role is if I fully commit too. So I make my voice as high and shrill as possible and cheerily announce, “Yes sir! Let me suck on your big manly penis!”\n\nHe shoves his dick in my mouth and slams his pelvis into my snout so hard it leaves me dazed and with tears in my eyes. His sudden violence doesn’t stop and I am fearful I unleashed a beast. He has one hand holding a fistful of my hair, the other clamped around my jaw while he pistons his hips forward and back, fucking my face without a care for my comfort.\n\n“You like that, little cocksucker?” He sneers, growing absorbed in the role, “You’d do anything to get your lips around my cock.”\n\nIt’s real when I grunt in pain and try to pull back from him. It’s a real yelp when he grabs me by the ear, nails digging into sensitive flesh, and yanks me back to his dick. I smell blood. But I remember who I am roleplaying, and I remember that I believe everything Mr. Jacob is telling me. I squeeze my eyes and lean forward, taking the brunt of his force.\n\n“Baby boy doesn’t have a man’s dick of his own so he needs my- needs mine shoved inside him.” He says forcefully.\n\nSomething wet taps my snout. \n\n“Keep coming back-“ he chokes out, “To me, my fat cock and stink- stinking balls. You know your p- your place is in my c- crotch.”\n\nMore taps land on my head. I look up. His face is held in a grimace with teeth clenched and eyes squeezed shut. Rivers of tears flow down his cheeks.\n\nHe grunt-sobs and pushes hard into my mouth, pulling on my ears so hard I hear the pain. His little cock twitches and sputters a watery spray of cum. Even through this experience, I can’t imagine what it is like for Raziel to go through that man’s sexual abuse.\n\nHe breaks into sobs, “You’d ch- choke on- m-my cum and die- die hap-py.”\n\nHis hands drop from my head, his penis falls from my lips. He wobbles off balance and I catch him before he hits the ground. He’s a mess of tears and snot. I pull his head to the crook of my neck and hold him tight. My fur muffles his sobs.\n\n“It just hurts so much,” he manages to get out.\n\n“I know,” I stroke his back and kiss his forehead, “Let it all out, Raziel.”\n\n“I keep thinking about how good it felt the first time. I want it to be like that again. Why can’t it be like that again?”\n\nHe wails into my arms, shivering with the force of his emotions. I pull a blanket around his shoulders.\n\n“It hurts when he’s there but it hurts more when he’s not.”\n\nI let him choke out the things he needs to say, and let him cry out the things he doesn’t have the words for. We spend a while on the floor sobbing, and then crying, and then just holding each other.\n\nQuietly he says, “Does someone always have to get hurt in sex?”\n\n“Sex is.. Complicated. It’s supposed to feel good but a lot of times I can hurt too. What’s important is the hurt we feel is taken on for the love of our partner, not forced on us.” I rub my stinging ears. \n\nHe wipes his leaky nose on my nice blanket. “Thanks, um.. Mr. Scarecrow.”\n\nI glance at the clock, “Raz, Halloween’s over. The monsters have left. You can call me Tem.”\n\nI wipe the last of his tears from his cheek. His hand comes up to meet mine. He’s smiling. The corners of his lips quiver and I know what it means.\n\n“All that and you’re still horny?” \n\n“You didn’t cum yet!” He says, wiggling in my lap, “Plus you said…”\n\nI feel somewhat guilty about getting a blowjob from a boy who was just crying in my arms but my penis doesn’t seem to have the same reservations. Raz twirls little circles in my pubic and looks at me with big pleading eyes. No doubt he feels my cock raising under his balls. The damned kid is just too cute to deny.\n\n“Okay. Let me get comfortable.”\n\nWe go at his pace. He explores my balls with his tongue and in a minute he has my cock leaking pre all over his face. He loves it. He squeezes it out onto his nose and smears it across his cheek. I’m fully able to enjoy his touch now, his heat, his small hands on my cock and his adorable little lips. It makes my balls throb with need. \n\n“Come on, Raz.” I put my hand on the back of his head, encouraging him to the head of my cock. “I need to cum so badly.”\n\nHe kisses the tip of my leaking dick, “Yes, Sir.” His breath on my skin sends a shiver down my spine. \n\nHe wraps his lips around the sensitive gland and uses his tongue to push back the foreskin. It elicits a long needy moan from deep in my chest. I run my hand through his hair and caress his cheek, but I am careful not to push him. I let him take only as much of my cock as he wants. My dick flexes in his tight little maw and I feel him moan too, delightfully milking me of my precum. \n\nA little more of my cock disappears into his mouth. He seems comfortable pulling my adult-size into his little kid maw. He takes a little more. His eyes cross as my pubic fur gets closer. He takes a little more. His nose twitches, fully engrossed in the scents and feels and tastes of my crotch. He takes a little more. His mouth tightens around my cock, this is all he can fit before pushing into his throat, about two-thirds.\n\nHe still has around three inches of cock un-eaten but it doesn’t matter to me. My chest is heaving and my body keeps twitching. \n\n“Raziel, I’m almost there. I’m gonna,” I pant out.\n\nHis free hand, the one not holding my balls, finds mine. He laces his fingers between mine, some fingers needing to share a space for the size difference. His hand is so soft. He catches my eye with a glint of determination before squeezing them shut and diving forward. \n\nHis nose buries in my pubes as he swallows my dick. The head of my cock pushes into the tight heat of his throat. My whole body convulses as I gasp and fire a burst of hot seed down this kid’s throat. My balls lurch and I moan his name, “Raziel,” a second shot of cum fired from my spasming dick.\n\nHe pulls back to a comfortable halfway. His grip on my hand loosens and his eyes drift open. I pump three more loads into his mouth, each weaker than the last, as he dutifully swallows it down. His eyes stay crossed, looking at the half of my cock not in him and the bulging vein on top until I soften in his lips and the vein fades away. He keeps sucking and swallowing all the while.\n\n“That’s good,” I say, scratching his head, “You’re not going to get me hard again for a little while. I’m afraid I’m too old for that.“\n\n“Did you like it? Um.. Tem?” He asks.\n\nI scoop him up by the armpits, pulling him to me. Our heads bend toward each other.\n\n“It was perfect,” I tell him sincerely, “You are perfect.”\n\nHe leans a little closer and touches his lips to mine. I lean a little closer and deepen the kiss. His mouth tastes like semen, it tastes like his love for me.\n\n“You didn’t have to take all of me,” I say between kisses, “But I appreciate that you did.”\n\n “I wanted to show you that I could,” He mumbles into my chin, “And even though it hurt, it was worth it for you.”\n\n—\n\nTwo weeks later Raziel reappears at my doorstep.\n\n“So, how did it go?” I ask.\n\n“I did it, Tem!” He says proudly, “I spent a whole week braving the bullies of the hallway.”\n\n“Good job!” I pat him on the head, “And Mr. Jacob?”\n\n“On Monday he was mad, but I showed him the whistle and told him that if he hurts me again I’ll tell everyone what he does to me. He said some mean things back but I told him he can ‘FRICK OFF!’ And walked on outta there. On Tuesday he was still pretty mad but by Wednesday he was being nice enough to let him put his peepee in my mouth again. He’s still pretty grumpy about not being allowed to hold me on it but he still cums and I still do a little bit in my throat when I feel like it.”\n\nI give Raziel a big hug, lifting him off the ground. His legs wrap around my hips.\n\n“I’m so proud of you.” I give him a peck on the lips. He returns it with tongue.\n\n“Bleh! You saw Mr. Jacob before coming here, didn’t you!” I tease.\n\n“No! I last saw him yesterday.”\n\n“How many other old men are you pleasing? Give me another taste. Hmm.. That tastes like bear cum to be.”\n\n“What? No!” he laughs.\n\n“You’re right, it’s a little more exotic. Elephant? Or Rhino?”\n\nI carry him in my arms, laughing, to the bedroom. \n\n\n",
"writing_bbcode_parsed": "Please Take One: Second Helping
By Winter’s Ink
There came a soft knocking at my door. It’s Halloween night but all the trick-or-treaters have gone home to count their spoils. The thing I had been dreading, and desiring, is here.
I take a deep breath to settle my nerves. Then I take another because that didn’t work and I am still freaking out.
I open the door, leaning on the handle because my legs are jelly.
“Uhh.. More candy?” Says a young voice.
It’s him.
I open the door wider. He passes under my arm, and the tips of his long bunny ears tap my sleeve as he goes by. Electricity. The jewelry on his pirate costume jingle. Thank god he can’t see my face, my stupid expression, the tears in my stinging eyes because I don’t know what I am doing but I have to do it anyway.
I had changed into more comfortable clothes but still wore the modified gas mask so he would recognize me. Or maybe I hoped it would scare him away. It was a part of my costume- my disguise. I had dressed up as a scarecrow and did my best impression of a corpse. My performance could have won an Oscar, I guess I am good at pretending to be dead. With a ‘Please Take One’ sign beside me and a candy bowl in my lap most cubs didn’t realize I was there. Most cubs didn’t realize it when their little fingers found my penis in the bowl.
The few cubs who did notice it were brave. I guess on Halloween night when all the other fears are alive it puts it into perspective. A man’s phallus is not so frightening. When they carefully selected their favorite treat and found a little trick underneath there were no screams. Perhaps a look of distrust, but I was good. I didn’t move an inch, except my cock of course. So many were curious. They’d pinch my cock head or prod at my foreskin. When their little fingers retreated with a healthy dollop of precum they’d give it a sniff and wipe it on their pants or touch it to their tongues.
One young cub was naughty and tricked me right back. A bunny in a pirate costume was the last of his friends to pick a treat and found my big surprise. With how much touching I endured before him I was already dripping with desire. I didn’t even last thirty seconds between his lips. Now that cub is in my living room.
“Do you… Want... Anything to drink?” I ask slowly, trying to find my body through the sound of rushing blood.
“I’ll have a glass of water- no, I’ll have a soda!” He says and plops himself on the couch.
I leave him alone while I fetch a drink. A moment to think. A moment to run. This is my house, where would I go?
“So where do your parents think you are?”
“I told my mum I’d be sleeping over at Daniel’s house?” He trails off like it’s a question, “My friend. I guess you met him. He was the Doberman.”
“Oh that nice young boy, I remember him.” I did not remember him.
“Anyway, I stashed my candy at home and walked on over here.”
I hand him his soda and I immediately don’t know what to do with myself. I tower over him like a looming monolith.
“Thanks.” He turns his head down to peer into the glass stupidly.
This child is so much braver than I will ever be.
I go to my knees in front of him, reversing our positions from when we first met. I touch the outside of his calf. He flinches but doesn’t pull away. The breath from his nose reverberates loudly in the glass. I vow to take things slow. I start by taking off his shoes.
“So did you get lots of candy? Any other full-size chocolate bars?” I try to make small talk while pulling the velcro.
“No chocolate bars but one old lady was handing out big packs of licorice. I traded mine to Danny for seven of his chalk candies.”
The second shoe comes off and I notice he keeps looking over my head. He’s looking at my ears? They were covered when met.
“Do you want me to take the mask off?”
He’s tipping the last of his soda into his mouth. His big eyes look at me through the distortions of the bottom of the glass.
“Yuh.” He says, putting the glass down.
My fingers tremble taking it off. My last line of defence against this kid, anonymity, drops with the mask.
“You’re a fox,” he says.
I ruffle my fur, tacked down from cold sweat and moisture.
“Yeah. What were you expecting?”
“When I was- I was hoping- I was imagining you as a bunny, like me.” Nice save.
“D-does this change anything?” I stammer.
This is it, kid. Your last chance to leave. Your last chance to go before I do something undeniable. Something I won’t have an alibi for. I want him to take it. I need him to not.
He scans my face. Left eye, right eye, cheek, hair, crotch, back up to my eyes. The corners of his mouth quiver. I recognize that quiver. He did the same thing when he found my penis in the candy bowl. I’m having a crisis and the little cocksucker is thinking about blowing me again!
“Nope!”
My blood turns from cold to hot. I straighten my back and pull him to the edge of the couch. His knees come under my arms and our heads come together. I allow just the slightest brush of our lips. His nose twitches. His breath tickles the fur of my cheeks.
“How old are you?” I ask him bluntly.
“Eleven and a half,” he smirks. He knows it’s wrong to want this, “How old are you?”
“Don’t you know it’s rude to ask someone their age?” I feign insult.
“Hey no fair! I told you!”
“If you must know, I’m forty-three,” I frown. I know it’s wrong to want this. “I could hurt you, you know.”
“I know.”
He leans toward me, eyes half-lidded and lips searching for the kiss. I lean back, maintaining those crucial millimetres between us. He takes a moment, figuring out that I want a better answer.
“If- If you do, I won’t come back.” He says after a few moments.
I lick his lips.
“BLEH!”
“You’re a smart kid.” I chuckle.
I take his hands in mine and guide them around my neck, like a real lover’s embrace, then I touch my lips to his. His soft, pink, and delightfully small lips.
“Have you kissed someone before?”
His face is so flush I can see it shining through his cream-coloured fur.
“Just my mum and my nan.”
“They don’t count.” I kiss him again.
This time I part my lips and he follows my lead. I taste his breath. My tongue slowly slides between his lips and I feel the shape of his teeth. His tongue hesitantly comes to greet it.
We part the few millimetres we can stand. I untie his pirate bandana and cast it away.
“I know you’ve sucked dicks before. There’s no way mine was your first for that too.”
The corners of his lips quiver. “I used to suck on Danny’s dick a lot. Like, whenever I got the chance.”
He leans forward and I yield him his space to explore, meeting his tongue in my mouth. He tastes all he can reach and spends a considerable amount of time exploring my canines. Carnivore teeth must certainly feel weird in a young herbivore’s mouth. Perhaps he likes the danger.
We part and he’s panting. There’s spit dripping down his chin. Is it mine or his? I guess it’s both the same now. Our Spit. Shared.
I help him out of his vest while we catch our breath.
“What happened? Why’d you and Danny Stop?”
“His mom caught us, or almost caught us. She didn’t see anything- I was too quick- but I think she figured out what we were doing. The next day Danny didn’t want me sucking on his thingy anymore.. Or even just touching it.”
I fold his vest and get up on one knee to drape it over the back of the couch. The little bit of height puts me above him and I am reminded of our difference in size.
“I’m sorry your relationship with your friend didn’t work out.” I put a finger under his chin and tilt his head. His enormous eyes stare up at me and his mouth hangs slightly agape. “But I can promise that tonight we won’t be interrupted.”
I kiss him, open-mouthed and confident. I’m not shy with my tongue this time, my large adult tongue quickly fills the space in his little kid maw. I taste every inch inside his mouth and delight in how he takes to sucking on it. His little tongue squirms for space. His little hands tighten on my collar.
I lay him down on the couch and climb over top of him without breaking the kiss. My fingers go to work on his shirt. They deftly pop the buttons one by one and pull it from where it is tucked into his cut shorts. When I lift my face from his my tongue lags. His lips stay closed around it as I pull it from his mouth and he makes just the slightest moan. When the tip of my tongue is free his eyes flutter open. The corners of his lips quiver.
I’ve never been so horny for someone in my life. His thin arms squirm out of the sleeves of his shirt. I touch his chest, his soft pink nipple. His ribs are hills and valleys for my fingers, and his concave belly pulls me in deeper. Lower. His fur is cream to the hem of his shorts. Does it continue? Do I dare taint something so pure?
My fingers dance along his shorts, feeling out his hips. A plastic crackle sound assaults my ears. I wiggle two fingers into his pocket and find it stuffed with Halloween candies. I pull out a plastic-wrapped hard candy and I am dumbfounded.
“In case I get hungry later.” He states like it’s obvious.
I burst out with laughter and have to support myself on my elbow. He nervously laughs along with me.
“What?” He says not getting it.
I kiss him on the cheek, exaggerating the sound.
“Kid, if you get hungry let me know. I can make you a real snack and you can still have the candy for dessert.” I say still laughing.
He playfully pouts and mumbles, “You’re not my babysitter.”
“You’re right. But your babysitter wouldn’t be doing this.” I pop the button on his shorts. “Lift your hips for me, hun.”
He listens and I hook my fingers into his shorts and underwear and I slide them down his slender hips together. My heart skips a beat as his little penis springs out. It points to the heavens, erect and perfectly straight. I pull the bunched-up shorts and tighty whities all the way off and toss them to the floor, all without tearing my eyes from his flawless little cub penis.
The sight of him is stunning. His body seems just barely touched by puberty. His chest and thighs have started to fill in with muscle where baby fat once was. I touch his lower belly, letting my thumb tangle in his pubic fur, which has started growing in longer and thicker than its surroundings. I touch the base of his penis. His cock is thin and only a few inches long. Foreskin bunches at the tip. On his thighs splotches of light brown have started to grow in under what was once pure cream-colored fur. I slide my hand lower, letting my nails slip past that pure innocent coat and tickle the flesh underneath. I pull down his foreskin revealing the glistening pink tip of his cock but it gets tight around the head and won’t come down all the way. I touch along the pronounced seam of his ballsack, his youth still so evident in its roundness.
The boy makes a noise, like a moan but it’s fearful. It worries me. He has his ears over his eyes and his hands over his ears but both of them lifted just enough to see his genitals and what my hands are doing to them.
“Is everything good? You haven’t grown scared of me now? Have you?” I ask with a nervous laugh.
“Yeah- I mean, no-“ He closes his ears over his eyes. “It’s just- This wasn’t what I was expecting.”
Does he want me to stop? I take my hands off his balls but now I don’t know what to do with my hands. I try to rub his thighs reassuringly, but that also feels rapey…
I could just rape him. Could I just rape him? A kid screaming on Halloween night; no one would know. It would be easy. Simple even. I could rape him just like I could have raped any other random cub I found on the street on any given day of the year. But I didn’t rape any of those cubs. And I don’t want to rape this one.
I take a deep breath to calm my racing heart and head.
“You came alone to an old pervert’s house and didn’t expect to have sex?” I’m trying not to sound judgmental.
“Usually I- I mean, I e-expected to um,” He’s stuttering, “E-expected you to put your peen in my mouth and h-hold me there until you’re done. And I’d get more candy for it, and maybe I’d do it again before I leave.”
He lifts his ears a crack. I lean down to catch his eyes with mine.
“Did your friend- Danny?- Did he ever touch you like I am now?”
He avoids my eyes, “No.”
“Does Danny hold you until he’s… Finished?”
“…No.”
He’s lying about something but this is the truth.
“Is there someone else who,” I choose my words very carefully, ”you do this for?”
I don’t want to interrogate him. I want to touch him, I want to lick him. I want to suck him so hard he can’t form a coherent word. But there’s a chill crawling along my spine. The kind of feeling you get when you know the protagonist of the horror movie is already caught in the trap.
“A different friend?” I prod for information, “An older brother or classmate? An adult?”
The corners of his lips quiver.
“He gets you alone at home or at a friend’s, at school?”
His little cock twitches.
“The first time, did he ask you to lick him? Or did he make you?”
The silent treatment. This is good, it means he knows the risks and is likely to stay quiet about our encounters too, but I am still worried for him. He hasn’t figured it out yet that the things we crave may not always be healthy for us. I glance at his shorts on the floor, candy spilling out of the pockets.
“But you like being used by him that way.”
I caress his face and brush my thumb over his bottom lip. His eyes follow the contact, and his mouth parts on instinct. No wonder this kid gets himself into so much trouble, he loves dick way too much.
He softens and whispers, “Yeah.”
“Did it hurt when he held you there?”
“Yeah. It makes him feel really good though.”
I feel terrible for what I am about to do. He is my pocket full of candy. I could stop here and take my prize. I could get him to suck me off again, cum in him once, twice. Maybe he’d let me suck him, or at least he wouldn’t put up a fight about it. Afterwards, I send him home and we’re done. A taste of what I crave, getting too involved is deadly.
Unfortunately for all my good senses I have grown attached to this boy whom I don’t even know the name of. I want his relationships to be healthy. I want him to know what it is like to have a sexual relationship where he’s not a victim. And- If he’d have me- I’d like to be the one to show him.
“Are you afraid of what he might do if you tell him ‘No’?” I pull my thumb away.
He looks confused. Like why would ‘No’ even be an option? But the thought is there now, he’s going through the scenarios in his head.
“He’d probably just make me do it anyway.”
“Does it hurt to think about him doing that?”
His brows furrow and frustration shows on his face. “It doesn’t matter because I won’t say no! Mr. Jacob wants me to do it and I want to do it for him. I make him feel good and he makes me feel good.” He raises his voice.
I touch his cheek and he flinches. I pull his face to my chest. His breaths are heaving. I know what it’s like to try so hard to convince yourself of something that just isn’t true. He lets me put an arm under him and maneuver us to a sitting position. He’s light but my body is a lot older and it still groans as my spine pops.
I stretch. My dick has gone soft but that’s probably a good thing. To think, an eleven-year-old is naked, fully erect, and in my lap, and my dick is soft. The thought of how much I am going to hate myself tomorrow is almost enough to make me turn myself in. Your honour, I was teaching him about consent and positive sexual relationships.
He is haunched over in my lap, timidly pulling at the buttons on my shirt and rubbing my chest like a kid doing things to apologize while not quite sure if he is in trouble yet. He is so small his head doesn’t even clear my chin. I caress down his head and back. His long, usually perky ears, are flat.
“Tell me about what you and Mr. Jacob do.” I coo.
He doesn’t respond, just pouts and massages my chest fur. The horny bastard already has the top three buttons loose.
“Hey, I know you feel bad about telling me his name but remember where you are and what you came here to do.” I tap him on the head of his dick, “I am one of the few people you can be honest about this.”
The kid sighs but starts talking, “There’s this storage closet at school. It’s got two doors, one that goes inside the school and one that goes outside. It’s great for getting around the bullies who camp the hallway after recess. One time the janitor was in there, Mr. Jacob. He had his hands in his underwear and was touching his thingy. I wanted to see it. Mr. Jacob doesn’t have the skin on him like mine and yours, I was interested in that.”
“Mr. Jacob meets me there after recess a few days of the week. It’s our special place. He tells me how much he needs me every time I come in. He doesn’t waste much time getting undressed. I like it when he takes them all off, he’s a fat man so it’s funny watching Mr. Jacob move around naked but he doesn’t do it that way very much anymore. Usually, he just opens up his pants and shoves them down a little bit.”
He idly plays with my body as he tells the story. He has already undone and done away with my shirt. He amused himself for a while by rubbing my nipples, fingering my belly button, and grabbing at my belly fat. Now his little fingers scratch at the bulge in my pants, his eyes look up at me pleading. Admittedly, my cock had found its pulse again. My attraction to this hurt young boy only grows as my willpower weakens.
“Okay, but no mouth stuff until you’ve told me everything.” I yield.
I pop the button holding my pants together and lift my hips off the couch. He giddily hops backward, erection bobbing with delight, and excitedly draws my pants and underwear down. My manhood flops out and slaps me in the tummy. His eyes light up and I see him salivating for it.
“Story,” I remind him.
He closes his mouth and climbs back into my lap. His penis looks minuscule next to mine but I can still see the potential for growth. He cups my balls, weighing them in his hands, as he continues his story. His touch sends lightning through my veins and I have to close my eyes to focus on what he is confiding in me.
“I’m just a little taller than Mr. Jacob’s penis so we can do it standing in the closet but there’s enough room for a camper chair on days that he’s tired. He puts his big hands around my head and pulls me where he wants me to lick so he gets hard. Then he puts it in my mouth. He likes a certain speed so I just let him go in and out. When he’s almost done he pulls me all the way. It scared me the first time but now I like it. It makes Mr. Jacob feel so good and he always gives me lots of his… Milk.”
“What does Mr. Jacob do after he finishes?”
He shrugs, “I dunno. He makes sure I swallowed all of it. Nothing dripped. Then he lets me go. I’m usually a little late to class, but it’s worth it.”
The kid is in my crotch. His ears have perked up again. He has one finger in my foreskin and his nose in my balls.
“That’s the end of my story.”
I feel his breath on my skin, his lips on my scrotum. He’s asking to suck my dick. He wants me to treat him like that janitor does. He wants me to reinforce his belief that his worth only comes from my satisfaction.
I put my hand on the back of his head. His nose is cold but his breath is warm. His tongue drags across the underside of my aching ballsack. It makes my skin prickle. I sit forward, leaning over the boy’s small body as he sits on the floor, between my legs. I caress his face. My cock rests askew across his lips and nose. He gazes up crosseyed at it, panting like a dog, ‘hah, hah, hah.’
“What’s your name, kid?” I say with the last shred of willpower in my body.
“It’s um, Raziel,” He licks his lips, “Or just Raz.”
“Raz, before I put my dick in your mouth I want you to do to me what Mr. Jacob does to you,”
I let my dick fall past his cheek and join him on the floor.
“What? Why?”
“Because I think you should know what it feels like,” I kiss him on the forehead, “To be the one with the power.”
Raz looks confused but I manage to get him to his feet, “Pretend I’m you and you’re Mr. Jacob. Say what he would say, do what he would do.”
He steps closer to me. His dick is at my eye level, his perfect and pure little dick.
“This is stupid.”
“Then do it fast and get it over with. You’re allowed to stop when you hold me down and finish in my throat.”
Raz grabs me by the head and thrusts his balls onto my muzzle. “Get to licking my balls, I wanna make this quick.”
The eleven-and-a-half-year-old trying to adopt a dominant swagger is adorably cute. I go along with the roleplay, telling him “Yes, Mr. Jacob,” and stick out my tongue. He doesn’t so much make me lick him as he smears his balls all over my mouth.
He grabs me by the hair and tilts my head back. I open my mouth for him.
“Um,” he whispers, “Am I allowed to swear?”
“You’re Mr. Jacob,” I remind him, “You’re a fat old janitor without any skin on the head of his dick. Of course, you’re allowed to swear.”
He clears his throat and deepens his voice. “Is the little- Um, cocksucker- Ready for his taste of a man’s dick?”
Raz is awkward about it still and I know the only way to get him into the role is if I fully commit too. So I make my voice as high and shrill as possible and cheerily announce, “Yes sir! Let me suck on your big manly penis!”
He shoves his dick in my mouth and slams his pelvis into my snout so hard it leaves me dazed and with tears in my eyes. His sudden violence doesn’t stop and I am fearful I unleashed a beast. He has one hand holding a fistful of my hair, the other clamped around my jaw while he pistons his hips forward and back, fucking my face without a care for my comfort.
“You like that, little cocksucker?” He sneers, growing absorbed in the role, “You’d do anything to get your lips around my cock.”
It’s real when I grunt in pain and try to pull back from him. It’s a real yelp when he grabs me by the ear, nails digging into sensitive flesh, and yanks me back to his dick. I smell blood. But I remember who I am roleplaying, and I remember that I believe everything Mr. Jacob is telling me. I squeeze my eyes and lean forward, taking the brunt of his force.
“Baby boy doesn’t have a man’s dick of his own so he needs my- needs mine shoved inside him.” He says forcefully.
Something wet taps my snout.
“Keep coming back-“ he chokes out, “To me, my fat cock and stink- stinking balls. You know your p- your place is in my c- crotch.”
More taps land on my head. I look up. His face is held in a grimace with teeth clenched and eyes squeezed shut. Rivers of tears flow down his cheeks.
He grunt-sobs and pushes hard into my mouth, pulling on my ears so hard I hear the pain. His little cock twitches and sputters a watery spray of cum. Even through this experience, I can’t imagine what it is like for Raziel to go through that man’s sexual abuse.
He breaks into sobs, “You’d ch- choke on- m-my cum and die- die hap-py.”
His hands drop from my head, his penis falls from my lips. He wobbles off balance and I catch him before he hits the ground. He’s a mess of tears and snot. I pull his head to the crook of my neck and hold him tight. My fur muffles his sobs.
“It just hurts so much,” he manages to get out.
“I know,” I stroke his back and kiss his forehead, “Let it all out, Raziel.”
“I keep thinking about how good it felt the first time. I want it to be like that again. Why can’t it be like that again?”
He wails into my arms, shivering with the force of his emotions. I pull a blanket around his shoulders.
“It hurts when he’s there but it hurts more when he’s not.”
I let him choke out the things he needs to say, and let him cry out the things he doesn’t have the words for. We spend a while on the floor sobbing, and then crying, and then just holding each other.
Quietly he says, “Does someone always have to get hurt in sex?”
“Sex is.. Complicated. It’s supposed to feel good but a lot of times I can hurt too. What’s important is the hurt we feel is taken on for the love of our partner, not forced on us.” I rub my stinging ears.
He wipes his leaky nose on my nice blanket. “Thanks, um.. Mr. Scarecrow.”
I glance at the clock, “Raz, Halloween’s over. The monsters have left. You can call me Tem.”
I wipe the last of his tears from his cheek. His hand comes up to meet mine. He’s smiling. The corners of his lips quiver and I know what it means.
“All that and you’re still horny?”
“You didn’t cum yet!” He says, wiggling in my lap, “Plus you said…”
I feel somewhat guilty about getting a blowjob from a boy who was just crying in my arms but my penis doesn’t seem to have the same reservations. Raz twirls little circles in my pubic and looks at me with big pleading eyes. No doubt he feels my cock raising under his balls. The damned kid is just too cute to deny.
“Okay. Let me get comfortable.”
We go at his pace. He explores my balls with his tongue and in a minute he has my cock leaking pre all over his face. He loves it. He squeezes it out onto his nose and smears it across his cheek. I’m fully able to enjoy his touch now, his heat, his small hands on my cock and his adorable little lips. It makes my balls throb with need.
“Come on, Raz.” I put my hand on the back of his head, encouraging him to the head of my cock. “I need to cum so badly.”
He kisses the tip of my leaking dick, “Yes, Sir.” His breath on my skin sends a shiver down my spine.
He wraps his lips around the sensitive gland and uses his tongue to push back the foreskin. It elicits a long needy moan from deep in my chest. I run my hand through his hair and caress his cheek, but I am careful not to push him. I let him take only as much of my cock as he wants. My dick flexes in his tight little maw and I feel him moan too, delightfully milking me of my precum.
A little more of my cock disappears into his mouth. He seems comfortable pulling my adult-size into his little kid maw. He takes a little more. His eyes cross as my pubic fur gets closer. He takes a little more. His nose twitches, fully engrossed in the scents and feels and tastes of my crotch. He takes a little more. His mouth tightens around my cock, this is all he can fit before pushing into his throat, about two-thirds.
He still has around three inches of cock un-eaten but it doesn’t matter to me. My chest is heaving and my body keeps twitching.
“Raziel, I’m almost there. I’m gonna,” I pant out.
His free hand, the one not holding my balls, finds mine. He laces his fingers between mine, some fingers needing to share a space for the size difference. His hand is so soft. He catches my eye with a glint of determination before squeezing them shut and diving forward.
His nose buries in my pubes as he swallows my dick. The head of my cock pushes into the tight heat of his throat. My whole body convulses as I gasp and fire a burst of hot seed down this kid’s throat. My balls lurch and I moan his name, “Raziel,” a second shot of cum fired from my spasming dick.
He pulls back to a comfortable halfway. His grip on my hand loosens and his eyes drift open. I pump three more loads into his mouth, each weaker than the last, as he dutifully swallows it down. His eyes stay crossed, looking at the half of my cock not in him and the bulging vein on top until I soften in his lips and the vein fades away. He keeps sucking and swallowing all the while.
“That’s good,” I say, scratching his head, “You’re not going to get me hard again for a little while. I’m afraid I’m too old for that.“
“Did you like it? Um.. Tem?” He asks.
I scoop him up by the armpits, pulling him to me. Our heads bend toward each other.
“It was perfect,” I tell him sincerely, “You are perfect.”
He leans a little closer and touches his lips to mine. I lean a little closer and deepen the kiss. His mouth tastes like semen, it tastes like his love for me.
“You didn’t have to take all of me,” I say between kisses, “But I appreciate that you did.”
“I wanted to show you that I could,” He mumbles into my chin, “And even though it hurt, it was worth it for you.”
—
Two weeks later Raziel reappears at my doorstep.
“So, how did it go?” I ask.
“I did it, Tem!” He says proudly, “I spent a whole week braving the bullies of the hallway.”
“Good job!” I pat him on the head, “And Mr. Jacob?”
“On Monday he was mad, but I showed him the whistle and told him that if he hurts me again I’ll tell everyone what he does to me. He said some mean things back but I told him he can ‘FRICK OFF!’ And walked on outta there. On Tuesday he was still pretty mad but by Wednesday he was being nice enough to let him put his peepee in my mouth again. He’s still pretty grumpy about not being allowed to hold me on it but he still cums and I still do a little bit in my throat when I feel like it.”
I give Raziel a big hug, lifting him off the ground. His legs wrap around my hips.
“I’m so proud of you.” I give him a peck on the lips. He returns it with tongue.
“Bleh! You saw Mr. Jacob before coming here, didn’t you!” I tease.
“No! I last saw him yesterday.”
“How many other old men are you pleasing? Give me another taste. Hmm.. That tastes like bear cum to be.”
“What? No!” he laughs.
“You’re right, it’s a little more exotic. Elephant? Or Rhino?”
I carry him in my arms, laughing, to the bedroom.
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