A Boy Named Lunch
Copyright 2004 Rachael Ross all rights reserved. Adults Only.
Synopsis: Two predophiles have their way with a boy on his 13th birthday.
Codes: MF/m, NC, Rape, Oral, Anal, Fisting, Castration, Violent
Note: Read the codes BEFORE you read the story!
Some things you don't want in your head, believe me.
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A Boy Named Lunch
It had been several years since I'd spoken to Brian. He'd been my boyfriend when I was still in high school, although fully a dozen years older than me. I'd graduated, finished college, and at 21 had recently started working as an assistant editor for a national fashion magazine. I knew I'd been lucky to get the job and was determined to do well. Part of that success depended on my ability to pass as a normal person, to hide my predophile nature.
Getting a phone call from Brian wasn't what I needed. We'd been lovers and had enjoyed more than a few small adventures together in our mutual quest for physical and emotional release. He'd found out I was in the city now, living and working and…
"Playing, Lisa?" I could hear him smiling through the phone.
"No. I don't have time for that," I clucked my tongue. "Besides, I have to be a good girl now."
"Oh, right. The responsible young upwardly mobile, yada yada…"
I sighed. "That's me, yeah."
"Well, how about this then," he paused a heartbeat. "Let's do lunch."
"Oh, I don't…"
"My treat, Lisa. For old time's sake," he seemed very earnest and my own long, too long suppressed desires left me little room to decline.
And that's how I found myself going to room 606 at the airport Marriott. I was dressed for work, having begged an imaginary doctor's appointment with my boss. It wouldn't give me the whole afternoon, but most of it. I knocked gently on the door, much less surprised than the young boy in front of me apparently. His eyes widened and his mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water.
"Hello," I said pleasantly.
"Hi," he sounded like he looked - Cute and maybe 12 years old, I thought, with curling brown hair and a thin build.
"Is Brian here?" I asked, just as my old friend appeared in the doorway. He put his hand on the kid's shoulder and smiled; we were definitely playing now.
"Wow!" Brian said. "Didn't I tell you she was a hottie?" He elbowed the boy and I blushed right on cue. "Didn't I, huh?"
"Yeah," the boy giggled.
They let me in and Brian closed and locked the door behind me. "Lisa, this is Thomas, my new best friend. He's 13 today and I promised we'd find him a real girlfriend, since it's his birthday and all."
"Really? It's your birthday, Thomas?" I smiled and I loosened the top two buttons of my blouse, letting the boy see the swell of my 34C breasts.
"Uh, yeah, it is," he said, watching as I reached behind my head and loosened the clip holding my long black hair in place and I fluffed it around my heart shaped face, blinking my soft brown eyes at him.
"And I didn't bring you a present," I frowned and lifted one of my long legs, putting my foot on the bed so I could undo the strap of my heel. "I feel so bad about that, Thomas."
"It's okay, um…Brian said maybe, uh…you'd…" he looked at Brian for help, but my old boyfriend just held up his hands.
"Maybe I'd what, Thomas?" I looked at him innocently as I removed my other shoe and lifted my skirt so I could unsnap my garters. The poor boy's eyes looked like they were going to pop out of his head.
"You'd be my…girlfriend?" He almost croaked getting the last word out, but he did it, blushing in expectation of my laughter.
"Oh, Thomas," I said softly. "I'd love to be your girlfriend." I sat down on the bed.
"You would? Really?" He smiled tentatively.
"Of course. Now, why don't you come over here by me?" I patted the bed and smiled as the boy moved closer. "If your going to be my boyfriend, you have to undress me, okay?"
"Un-Undress you?" he looked at me nervously.
"Of course, silly! Haven't you ever had a girlfriend before?" I teased.
"Well, yeah, kind of." He tried to puff himself up a little. "But, um, she didn't take off her clothes and stuff."
"Then she wasn't a real girlfriend, Thomas," I whispered and reached out, taking the boy's hand and pulling him to me. "You do want to fuck me, don't you?"
"Oh! Oh…uh, sure yes!" He sounded a little shocked at my bluntness, but plainly excited as all teenage boys are at the prospect of having real sex.
I pulled his face close to mine so I could kiss him, opening his soft little lips with my tongue and dipping into his mouth. He was such a beautiful boy, my pussy was growing moist already. It had been too long since I'd done this. I rubbed his body, slipping my hands underneath his t-shirt while we kissed. He was very still at first, unsure of what I was doing with my tongue. He even had his eyes closed.
I pulled back, smiling and he looked dazed. "Take off my blouse, honey," I encouraged him, taking a quick glance at Brian who was just watching. "I want you to play with my boobies."
His fingers were nervous, fumbling with my buttons and it was difficult to remain patient, but he finally got them free and I slipped it off my shoulders. Thomas swallowed and just stared at my creamy tits. "Here," I said, reaching back with one hand and undoing my bra. I let him pull it off my arms and his eyes widened as he gazed upon my bare flesh. "Have you ever seen a girl's tits before?" I asked him.
Thomas shook his head. "No, never. They're beautiful!" He was smiling like it was Christmas morning. I urged him to touch them, to feel their weight in his soft little hands. He squeezed experimentally and when I made no protest the boy massaged them harder, playing with my hard brown nipples until they stood out a good half inch.
"That's it, baby. Suck them for me…Come on," I moaned and pulled his sweet mouth to my left nipple, feeling his hot wet tongue on me. The sensation made me shiver with excitement and I cradled him to my breasts, looking at Brian and giving the big man a little nod.
Brian is a little over six feet tall, strong and solid. He takes good care of himself and I for one always appreciated that. He has coal black eyes and thick black hair cut short, and best of all he has a nice fat eight inch cock that I'd often thought about after we'd separated. He was certainly the largest man I'd ever been with and he knew how to use it.
I held the boy's sucking mouth to my breasts as I sat on the bed, moving Thomas around so he was kneeling on the floor. Brian moved behind him, and started running his hands up and down the child's back before finally sliding his big strong hands under the boy's sweatshirt, lifting it over his head.
Thomas pulled away and looked a little anxiously over his shoulder as his head and arms came free, but I soon pulled him back to me, kissing his mouth. "Do you want to see my pussy now, Thomas?" I asked him and he just nodded, not even trying to speak. I sat back and watched as the boy unbuttoned my skirt and pulled the zipper down the side. Brian gave him encouraging directions and I lifted my butt so he could pull it down my legs.
"My panties too, Thomas," I breathed and the boy hooked his fingers in the small French cut panties I wore, inching them down slowly to expose my freshly shaved cunt.
"Beautiful, ain't it Thomas?" Brian was talking over his shoulder. "Touch it, just rub it a little, go ahead…it won't bite!" Brian was chuckling and pushing the boy closer.
I spread my long legs as I felt his tentative fingers, just barely touching my slit, rubbing me and exploring gently. I was breathing harder, getting wetter as I watched the 13 year old play with the first real pussy he'd ever seen.
"Kiss it, Thomas. Lick me now." I was so hot for him right then I couldn't stand it and I reached up, cupping his handsome young face in my hands and pulling him down. "Do it, sweetie. Make me feel good!"
He resisted a little at first, doubtless unsure if such a thing was dirty or not, but I didn't care. I grabbed him by the hair, trying to remain gentle, but forceful as well, and I pulled his face to my glistening cunt, lifting my hips to meet his mouth. "Oh fuck, Thomas! Lick me, baby!" I was going to cum already, just from that first contact and I held his face with both hands, grinding myself against him.
Brian started undoing the boy's jeans then, slipping them down his narrow hips and coaxing the confused kid to lift his feet so he could get the legs off one at a time. Thomas struggled a bit then, trying to pull his mouth away, but I held him tight, telling him with a soft voice to kiss me, to use his tongue. The poor thing had no idea what he was doing of course, but he did seem to be trying to follow my directions.
After I'd had my little cum I pulled him up, so he could lay on top of me, and I kissed his face, licking at my juices and telling him how good he'd been. He smiled and his voice was soft, disbelieving me. But I assured him that everything was okay, and I kissed him hard, feeling his little penis swelling in his briefs.
"I want you to fuck me, Thomas. Okay? I'm going to give you a real birthday present now," I whispered as Brian was pulling the boy's underwear down and Thomas barely noticed until he felt his exposed cock touching my stomach.
"I never did that," he told me and his innocent eyes were wide and blue, making me giggle as I kissed his nose.
"I know, but now you will honey." I moved him down a little and he knelt between my spread legs. I sat up just a bit, propping my head with pillows so I could see his cock. It was small, maybe four inches long and a little bigger around than my thumb. He had no hair at all and it was so cute like that. "Rub it against my slit, baby," I urged him. "Fuck me for your birthday."
"Like this, buddy." Brian reached down and took the boy's young prick in his hand and Thomas jumped, unsure of what another man was doing touching him there. But he didn't resist as Brian rubbed the boy's cockhead across my sit and then finally worked it easily inside me. He pushed Thomas' butt and the boy groaned as his cock sank into me fully.
"Oh! That feels good, Thomas!" I sighed and pulled him to me. "Do you like it?"
"Yeah, it feels good for me too," he agreed, smiling and making little hunching movements with his hips.
"Good. Now were going to do something else too." I smiled back at the kid as I watched Brian undressing behind the boy, stroking his big cock and squeezing some KY on it.
"What?" Thomas looked at me and I wrapped my arms tightly around him.
"Kiss me, Thomas," I whispered and he put his mouth on mine. I moved one hand to the back of his head, holding him to me as I sucked his tongue, my other arm around the skinny kid's back.
Brian moved behind him and pressed the head of his penis against Thomas' asshole and I felt the boy stiffen suddenly, trying to pull away, and his voice was muffled in my mouth as I held him. Brian started pushing and I could feel the boy's body pressing against me and then his scream was trapped in my hungry mouth as Brian's huge cock tore through the boy's resisting muscles. He was a fighter and I loved that; Thomas really tried to get away, but I had him now and I wasn't letting go.
"Ohhh…Christ!" Brian groaned, pushing harder. "Fuck this kid is so tight!" He was moving in and out slowly, going in two inches and pulling back one, until he finally reached the length of his thick cock as far as it would go in the boy's once virgin anus. "Ohhh shit! Lisa!"
I would have giggled, but I was busy keeping our little victim quiet. He was struggling harder now, his mouth working beneath mine and hot tears flooded his eyes, running sexily down our flushed cheeks. The boy's penis had gone soft inside me, but it didn't matter at all. His body was mashed against me by Brian's weight and it felt delicious.
Brian fucked him for a good ten minutes before he couldn't hold off any longer and he groaned loudly when he came inside Thomas' ass. The boy was sobbing then, crying almost violently as his body shook and shivered, but he was much quieter than he'd been and I was able to release him, pulling our mouths apart and swallowing the saliva and snot that had run from his mouth into mine.
When Brian pulled out with a reluctant groan, he grinned at me. "Fuck that was good. I'm still hard!" And he was, his cock had wilted only slightly and we moved around. Thomas had lost all fight, which seemed almost a disappointment. I'd hoped he'd have a bit more spirit that that.
"Suck it," Brian commanded. He now sat on the bed with Thomas laying on his stomach between the man's legs. My ex-boyfriend grabbed the weeping boy by the hair, slapping him until the kid opened his mouth and took the slimy cock inside his hot little mouth. "Ahhhh…Deeper, that's it. Use your tongue, birthday bitch."
The room filled with the wet, choking music of a boy's mouth being raped.
I moved behind Thomas, fingering his raw bleeding ass, now leaking Brian's sperm. I didn't bother lubing my hand at all, or even using a glove, I just wanted to rip into that little boy's ass. I worked my finger's in and out slowly, first one, then two, then four, and then tucking my thumb to my palm, twisting and pushing, until his little ass gave way and accepted my fist. It wasn't easy, believe me, but I'd done this sort of thing before. It was always fun fisting a virgin.
Brian encouraged me and I laughed with delight. "Punch fuck the little bastard!" he told me, and I did. I rammed my fist inside as hard as I could, jamming my knuckles against the child's immature prostate repeatedly.
Thomas felt so tight and wet inside, his blood and Brian's sperm churning beneath my onslaught. He did start fighting it then, but he was too far gone to really be able to do anything. Brian held his head and worked his cock into the boy's throat, ignoring the kid's weak struggles as he worked Thomas' mouth up and down like a pocket pussy.
I kept fisting the boy until Brian told me he was going to cum and by then I was pulling my hand almost entirely out before slamming it back inside. The boy's ass muscles had been hopelessly bruised, the soft tissue stretched and distended in every possible direction. His insides felt like hot mush, but I loved the view of his anus wrapped tightly around my forearm. It was beautiful. I rotated my fist as far in the kid's guts as I could while he choked down Brian's sperm, and only when my friend had finished cumming did I pull out of the boy's ass. My hand was dirty, covered with blood, semen, and bits of Thomas' shit.
I pulled the boy to me, his pretty face puffy from crying, his lips bruised and dripping man cum. I pushed my fingers in his mouth, rubbing them across his tongue and lips, massaging the mess onto his miserable face. "I'm gonna make you feel good now, Thomas," I whispered, but I don't think he understood me.
The child was limp as a rag doll, barely human as I put him on his back and began sucking his shriveled little cock, coaxing it to life despite his pain and shock from our earlier abuse. He had raging hormones and it did feel good for him, so much better than anything else he'd experienced that over the last hour or so. I felt him stiffening between my lips, and I suckled him gently, massaging his balls, and licking all around the sensitive head.
Once he was hard I lifted my mouth and gave it to Brian, so he could enjoy that young prick too. I massaged my dripping cunt while I watched my old boyfriend sucking Thomas' cock, the boy was moaning now, his body seeming to recover at least enough to give him some pleasure. How quickly youth forgets, I smiled to myself. It was always the same, things that you'd think would have driven the child into a coma, were all but forgotten when their tender young cocks got a taste of pleasure. He was still suffering though, it was plain as day in his wounded eyes. Nothing would ever be the same for him.
I took over again, mouthing the hard little prick and he was so close to cumming I could feel his balls beginning to tighten in his small smooth scrotum. I lifted my mouth long enough to get Brian's attention. "He's close," I said and Brian grinned, his face close to mine and he replaced my hand with his own, gently massaging the boy's smooth balls.
It was obvious to both of us when he was about to cum. Thomas' balls seemed to pull up tight and his whole body went stiff. He'd never had an orgasm before in his life and just as he started to cum Brian squeezed the boy's balls as hard as he possibly could, crushing them in his powerful fist, twisting and grunting with the effort. I had to clamp my hand over the little fucker's mouth to muffle his scream.
Thomas had what was probably the first orgasm of his life in my hungry mouth. His last real orgasm as well now that Brian had castrated the boy. I didn't have to feel his testicles to know they'd been turned into something like jelly and the kid's creamy semen was tainted with pink blood. I held a puddle of it on my tongue for Brian to admire before we kissed passionately, sharing the moment. While Thomas curled up beside us on the bed, sobbing pitifully and trying to vomit out the pain, Brian made love to me.
We fucked the way we hadn't in years, remembering each other's secrets with soft sighs and happy giggles. Brian put my legs over his shoulders and pumped my cunt deep and hard. When I told him I wasn't protected, he didn't pull out. I felt his orgasm inside my own, our hearts joined in that beautiful climax and we had Thomas to thank for it. He was the catalyst, the one thing we truly had in common, but only for the moment. Sweet little boys aren't built to last.
I washed up and left Brian to take care of the mess and what he intended to do with Thomas, I neither knew nor cared. I went back to work, back to my desk, smiling and sated for the first time in a long time. Brian and I would do lunch again soon, I was sure, with a girl next time. It would be my turn to treat and I thought about my landlady's daughter, a precocious child of 10 who would make a wonderful snack.