Date: Sat, 1 Jan 2011 15:01:02 -0800 (PST) From: Timothy Subject: Suddenly Last Sunday Suddenly last Sunday By Timothy Tmy236@yahoo.com I live just a little ways outside of Columbus, Georgia. About half of my family qualifies as white trash. I managed to do a little better, graduating from South West Georgia College with a degree in Accounting. I went on to build up a decent little accounting business doing book keeping for a number of churches and Christian schools all over South Georgia. My aunt Beth was from the white trash part of the family. She lived a marginal existence down near Valdosta. One Friday afternoon, my mom told me that Beth was once again desperate for money to the point where she couldn't pay rent on her single-wide trailer again. I was going to be over near Valdosta that Sunday to attend services at the Church I was doing accounting work at the following week. So I agreed to be the good son and give her a couple of hundred to keep her afloat for another month. After services that Sunday I drove out to my aunt's place. She lived way out on Route 31, nearly all the way to the Florida line. I got to her place and saw that her car was there as well as two others. I went inside to see if she was sober or at least conscious this time of day. As I got inside, I had high hopes that I would see Nathan. At thirteen, he was really one of the shining glories of our family. I was already well aware now at the age of 30 that my exclusive sexual interest lay with boys in the 11-14 range, and Nathan being 13, and with beautiful, fine features and long brown hair was someone who featured prominently in my lurid fantasies. It's worth noting here that a large part of my reason for focusing my career on religious institutions absolutely was in order to gain access to young boys. While in college I discovered to my great joy that Catholics did not have a monopoly in terms of pedophilia. For three summers I attended Baptist youth summer programs in the mountains of Northern Alabama, and it was there I was tutored in the ways of boylove by a grand master in the field by the name of Reverend Ken Norris. But Nathan as came as close as anyone ever had to my physical ideal. He was very much in terms of looks like Eddie Furlong in Terminator 2. Only his hairstyle was more like Noah Hathaway from Neverending Story. I had jacked to both boys hundreds of times over the years. So to have a kid close at hand who seemed to combine those features...well it was about time I looked in on him! As I got inside I heard noise coming from the master bedroom, which was just off the living room. The door was cracked open. I could tell exactly what was going on as I listened with a bit of disgust to the creaking bed. I peered inside the bedroom long enough to determine that some fat redneck was poking away at my unconscious aunt. I didn't want to just drop off an envelope with $200 where someone could just walk off with it when they were through with my aunt. So I went in search of Nathan. Nathan's bedroom was at the opposite end of the trailer. I walked down the short hallway, and his door was open. And strangely, the first thought in my head was, `Oh, that's right, there were TWO other cars out front!" Nathan like his mother was underneath a fat redneck. I stood there breathless, and momentarily in shock. And at the same time my cock sprang to life. There was a man who was living my fantasy, not five steps away from where I stood at the doorway to the room. The man was quietly and slowly sliding his meat up Nathan's backside. He was not moving rapidly, and so not making any noise that I might have heard as I walked down the hallway. After a moment he must have sensed that someone was walking, as he looked back. He didn't seem alarmed or concerned that he was being watched, he just said, `Be done in a minute if you want a turn." Then he went back to work. And then Nathan looked up from his pillow with a pitiful, pleading look on his tear-streaked face. He saw who had entered the room and for a moment a flash of hope seemed to materialize over his face. And then that transformed into one of horror. At that moment I realized I had been rubbing the large hard-on that was bulging out of my pants. I continued to rub my cock and silently urged the man who was presently riding Nathan's ass to hurry up and finish. And finally, with a quiet grunt and a long moan, the many spent his passion inside Nathan's guts. The redneck dismounted from Nathan, got off the bed and pulled his wallet out of his jeans. He took out a couple of twenties and dropped them on Nathan's naked, broken body. "You're a WAY better fuck than your mom ever could hope to be." He looked at me, laughed, and said, "Next," and walked out. A moment later I heard the front door close and the two cars left together. Nathan looked at me wondering what I was going to do to him. I turned around and walked out of the room. Nathan must surely have been relived. I walked back to his mother's room and confirmed that she was still passed out. I saw that there were five $20 bills lying on her naked body. So Nathan was the cheap fuck in the family! I got back to Nathan's bedroom and he gave me a resigned, disappointed look. "I thought you liked me! But you're a perv like all the men who fuck me." "I do love you Nathan. But I need this." "Well, you're gonna pay! It's $40 if you want my ass!" "That's fine." I started to undress. "Uh, Nathan, can you shower first. That last guy was sweating beer all over you." He gave me a disgusted, hateful look that really hurt me. It might have shattered my lust had it not been so strong. He walked out of the room to the nearby bathroom. I heard the shower turn on. He was in there for a couple of minutes. He walked back into the room naked and with wet unruly hair, and my hunger for his young body jumped by a factor of ten. I shoved him onto the bed and starting chewing on the back of his neck while I ground my leaking cock into the crack of his ass. Nathan whined, "Please put lube on before you try to stick it in!!" "Don't worry, baby," I assured him, "I'm going to make you feel so good. I'm going to make the sweetest kind of love to you. I'm going to do things for you that no man ever has." I kissed my way down his back as I pried open his cheeks. And then I was staring right at his recently violated boy pussy. It was red and inflamed. I knew he had at least one load of cum up his ass. I wanted to give him one hell of a rim job. But at the same time I didn't want to chance sucking down a load of red neck cum either. So I confined myself to kissing and licking all around there. But this got the reaction I had hoped for. "Ohhhhhhhh, shittttttttttttt! Oh, god, that feels so good! Oh, Tim, don't stop! Don't stop!!" I smiled hugely, delighted that I was giving the boy pleasure, seemingly the first sexual pleasure any man had shown him. For a long while I ate his ass. As our mutual excitement mounted, I decided to dive in and began invading his hole with my tongue, doing as a always did when eating a boy's ass, and jamming my tongue up in there as far as it could go. This sent Nathan into a cataclysm of pleasure and he screamed and grunted, and I smiled knowing that I had just made him cum. I stopped my eating. I heard him sigh and relax. "Wow! That was awesome, Tim. That was just so fucking great. No one's ever done that for me before, ever." "Would you like for me to do it again for you sometime?" "Anytime you want!" I stroked his back and ass for a few moments as he lay quietly, seemingly contented. I was always so proud when I could make a boy feel this good. But it was now my turn to plunder his treasure. He had a jar of Vaseline on his nightstand, well provisioned I supposed, being the good prostitute that he was. I got a glob on my hand and started to smear it on my dick. He looked up at me mournfully. "Do you have to? It still hurts from last time." His plea pulled at my heart in a way no one had ever managed to before. But I was horny as hell. "Baby, I REALLY need it!" "Please, I hurt down there!" Shit. "You want to suck it?" He looked equally mournful. "No. I don't like that. It tastes so nasty. It's worse than having it in my ass." But he looked defeated. He knew I was probably going to peg his ass no matter what. He buried his face in the pillow again, ready for whatever I was going to dish out. I stroked his hair, and started playing with myself. I couldn't believe what I was doing. This precious angel, all splayed out, ready for me to fuck the living daylights out of him, and I was jacking myself. And it didn't take long, when much to his surprise Nathan heard me grunt and felt my cum landing all over his back in long streaks, and a big splat landing on the back of his head. My sense of waste lasted only for a brief moment, when Nathan looked back at me smiling sweetly, like I'd just done him the biggest favor in the world, which I suppose I had since I had heeded his request and not hurt him. It felt worth it, giving up a good fuck just to get be able to see that look on his face and know that I would walk out of the room with him thinking of me as a friend. I was getting dressed, and he climbed out of bed. "Uh, you don't have to pay for that. I mean you didn't fuck me, so you don't have to give me the forty bucks or nothin'." Noble me, I said, "No, go ahead and take it. Your mom and you could use it." I forked over the dough. But I let him know that we would be hooking up again soon, and then he was going to get nailed, seriously nailed, no two ways about it. He agreed to those terms, just glad I guess it was going to happen some other time and not today. I walked back to his mom's room. Her naked unconscious body, apparently attractive to a great many men, made me queasy given the example of beauty perfected that I had just experienced. I wrote a note on the envelope the $200 was in and left it under one of the many empty beer cans on her night stand. I walked out of the trailer feeling horrible for Nathan, the deplorable physical conditions he had to live in, the utterly worthless woman he had to call `mom'. About twenty minutes later as I was heading north back to my hotel in Valdosta, I really began to regret not just fucking that kid. What a damn fool I had been. That hand job I gave myself had been nothing like enough, and my balls were flooding my brain with testosterone to make me painfully aware of that fact. My cock went to full attention in my pants, and all I could think about was the sight of that perfect tight little boy cunt I had had my face buried in about half an hour ago. I turned around and was pulling up to that shitty trailer a little over ten minutes later. I walked inside. Nathan was sitting on the couch in his underwear watching TV. "Tim, what're you doin' back here?" This kid had seen the glazed-over-horny look on plenty of men's faces before. He knew what was up. I said nothing and yanked him up off the couch a dragged him back to his bed room. He didn't fight or protest. I knew he wasn't happy. But he knew he couldn't win. "Dammit, you're just too hot and sexy to let pass. Sorry, but like I said, I NEED this." I threw him onto the bed and ripped his underwear off of him. I dropped my own pants to my ankles and greased my cock with the Vaseline on the night stand. And I just drove it right into him. He howled and whimpered like a hurt puppy. But this was his fault, I told myself. He should have known better than to deny a man in need. I couldn't control myself at all. I needed to remind him who was boss, and he must never ever protest or refuse a man's sexual advances or this would be the inevitable result. I shoved his face into the pillow in order to drown out his cries. I suppose this was borderline rape. He wasn't exactly fighting me. But I had plugged him without much grace or care and I knew it hurt him. His sphincter was spasming all over my dick for the first few dozen strokes until finally he loosened up and his pussy just surrendered to the inevitable, as it had done so very many times before. I settled in to giving him long slow strokes. I lasted for quite a long time having come only about half an hour previously. He should have given me what I wanted earlier and he would have had a much easier time of it. He has finally stopped whimpering. I started kissing the side of his face and telling him that I loved him. Now that I was getting what I wanted my act of conquest now felt like an act of love. Repeatedly thrusting my seven inches into his asshole was for me the supreme act of affection. I started babbling words of affection and kissed his face. He finally turned his head far enough around that I was able to stick my tongue into his mouth. This he gave me without a fight. Whether or not he enjoyed it, I wasn't sure. As I got close to coming, I started to hammer hard. Now we were back to conquest. I was about to seed this boy for the first time. I needed to make sure he knew he was forever mine. I screamed loudly and slammed hard enough on the last down stroke before orgasm, that I felt I might literally snap his spine, break his pelvis, or at least break the bed. My cock started to spew my essence into his body and I was reduced to moaning pitifully as I felt like our souls were joined as one. I didn't know how he felt. I just hoped he thought he was getting better than what any number of fat rednecks gave him when they fucked his ass. I collapsed onto him. "I hope your ass doesn't hurt too much, Nathan. And sorry about the surprise, I really feel kind of bad about that. " "Asshole. Fucking asshole. Fucking shithead. You're no better than any of the others. You're really just a fucking perv like all those other sick fucks who use me." His words really stung. I got up from the bed and pulled my pants up. He looked like a wreck, exactly like I'd found him a little while ago with that redneck stuck up inside him. "Well here's $40 more bucks." I tossed the bills onto his naked body. "And you're a fucking whore. Don't forget it." I walked out disgusted and pissed off. Disgusted at myself for taking him the way I did or disgusted at him for saying what he did to me, however true his words might have been I wasn't sure.