THE CHILD MOLESTER AND LITTLE GEOFF

BY IAGO

Part 1

Roger sat in front of his Personal Computer staring blankly at
the screen his mind being miles away. He was thinking to himself
that he really needed to get some action soon. He was bored, he
was stagnating. It had been at least three years since last he
had fucked a boy.

Since that time he had taken to reading stories about men forcing
boys to have sex which were posted on ASSGM but now he was
finding that such stories were no longer getting him aroused. He
knew that what he really needed was a boy.

Roger was thirty-eight years old, brown haired with blues eyes
and a thin looking face. He was slightly built and could best be
summed up as being nondescript in appearance. He was very happy
to be so, it meant that people did not notice him as he went
about his business and this suited his purposes very well.

He had raped his first boy victim when he was nineteen and had
been doing it off and on ever since. In all he had raped sixteen
boys over those years. But for the last three years he had
controlled himself.

Three years ago he had almost been caught in the act and it had
scared the shit out of him. Memories fade over the years and
Roger was now recalling the good times that he had with those
boys. He knew that he must do something about it. He could not
continue like this.

"Damn it, this bloody heat" he thought to himself as he got up to
get a beer from the fridge. He sat in the cool kitchen drinking
the beer and came to a decision. He would go for a drive and see
what he could find.

Roger liked young boys. Under nine years but preferably younger.
Seven years old was ideal.

He loved to see the look of fear in their eyes as they began to
realize that they might be in trouble.

He loved to feel their small hot hands around his hard cock. Some
of them had fingers so small that they could not grasp his cock
in one hand. He made boys like that use both hands to rub his
stiff cock.

He loved to make them open their small mouths and to see their
little pink tongues within. He got such pleasure from sticking
his big dick into their sweet hot mouths, watching those mouths
being stretched to their limits. "God these thoughts are making
me so horny" he thought as he rubbed his cock through his denim
trousers.

But one last thought, how he loved to fuck their tight little ass
holes. It always amazed him that he could force his cock into
such tiny places but he had never failed yet.

He licked his lips as he remembered the youngest boy that he had
fucked. A lad four years old. He had been twenty-five at the time
but had still got his cock into the boy's anus and had the best
fuck of his life. The boy had shrieked with pain but that had
been music to Roger's ears.

Roger now decided that he would go out for a drive and see what
was about. "I am not going to pick up anyone" he told himself,
"all I am doing is seeing whether any young boy's are around."

He went to the bedroom and put on a tee shirt, up to now he had
been naked from waist up. He looked at himself in the mirror.
"Just an average guy" he thought, "who will remember me. Tee
shirt, light blue denims and desert boots. Nothing special about
that."

Picking up his car keys he locked his house and took his car from
the garage. A blue Toyota Corolla of which there were hundreds of
thousands on the roads. Everything about Roger was ordinary. He
did not wish to draw attention to himself.

He decided to drive the one hundred miles to the coast. If he did
find a boy, and he was not looking for one, it would be better
not to pick him up in his own home territory. So many things to
think of but a pedophile had to be so very careful these days.

Once he had got in the vicinity of the coast he decided to drive
along the less popular areas. If he could find a boy he did not
want a lot of people around to thwart him. Eventually he parked
his car near some bushes. It would only be seen by people walking
past it and, from past knowledge, he knew that this was unlikely.

Very few people passed this way. But it was the sort of place
that a boy on holiday a little bored and at a loose end, might
wander to. There were inviting cliffs and fallen rocks together
with the odd cave.

Roger made his way down to the pebble beach and sat close up
against the cliffs. He had a reasonable view from either
direction and had already noticed that there was an entrance to a
cave close by.

"Yes" he thought "if I do not take the kid home with me I can
take him into the cave.

In fact Roger would prefer to take his victim to his isolated
home. It did mean a long drive to get him there and then another
long drive to dump him miles from his house. But once indoors he
had no fear of being discovered whilst raping the boy. That was
the risk that he took using the nearby cave. He would not be able
to see anybody coming and the boy's cries might be overheard.

All of these thoughts added to Roger's enjoyment. He got aroused
just trying to decide where he would rape his victim. "Yes" he
mused, "there is a lot more in raping a young boy than just
sticking your cock up his ass. You have to know exactly how and
where you will do it."

By now about an hour had passed and not a soul had come along.
The sun was very hot, it was now three o'clock in the afternoon,
and Roger felt very drowsy. "I'll stay a little longer" he
thought, "and then fuck off home, there's always tomorrow and
somewhere else to try."

A little after three-thirty Roger heard footsteps on the pebbles
and opening his eyes he could see a short distance away a young
boy approaching. The child was carrying a long stick, which he
was using like a walking stick, and every now and then he would
prod the stick among the pebbles as if looking for something.

He was very preoccupied with what he was doing and did not notice
Roger sitting nearby.

Roger licked his lips hardly believing in his good fortune. The
boy looked six, maybe seven, years old. He had close cropped red
brown hair and was no more than four feet 3 inches tall and
weighed about fifty-five pounds. There did not appear to be
anybody else with the child.

As the boy drew level with Roger he was still turning the pebbles
with his stick not noticing anything around him.

"Hello son" Roger said "and what are you up to then?"

The boy looked up very startled. Roger could now see that he had
deep blue eyes and lovely tanned face with an upturned nose and
dimples in his cheeks. He looked real cute.

"I'm looking for spider crabs mister" the lad replied, adding
with a cheeky smile "but I haven't found any yet."

"Oh and what will you do with them if you do find any?" Roger
asked smiling his most friendly smile.

"I will put them in this bottle and take them home" the boy said
producing a small jar that he had been carrying. "I will keep
them as pets" he added. "That's a good idea," Roger said. "Would
you like a sweet?" he asked the boy taking two from his pocket.

The lad came over to the man and said, "Thank you very much" as
he took the sweet unwrapped it and popped it into his lovely
little mouth. Roger put the other sweet into his own mouth.

"And what is your name?" Roger asked.

"Geoff" was the reply.

"That's a nice name. I bet that you are eight years old" Roger
said. "How much you want to bet?" Geoff asked cheekily.

"How about if I'm wrong I give you another sweet and if I am
right I have to find a spider crab for you?" Roger asked.

"It's a deal," the young kid said sticking out his hand. "Shake
on it" he said.

Roger's heart was thumping as he stuck out his right hand and
took hold of the young boy's little hand and shook it. Just the
feel of that warm little hand in his sent tremors through his
body.

"I am six years old and will be seven in three weeks time" the
lad announced proudly.

"Well young Geoff now six and soon to be seven I had better give
you your winnings" Roger said laughing. "Here you are, another
sweet."

"Thank you very much mister" the boy said politely.

"Geoff" Roger said, "I have something that I would like to show
you because you are a polite boy. It is very special and I keep
it in the back of my car. Would you like to see it?"

"What is it mister?" Geoff asked his curiosity aroused.

"I cannot tell you, it has to be a surprise," Roger said "my car
is only at the top of this cliff and I can carry you up there. I
will bring you back down after you have seen my special
surprise."

What little boy could resist such an invitation? Roger knew boys
very well and was certain that Geoff would agree to his proposal.

"Come on Geoff I'll carry you on my shoulders up the cliff" Roger
said encouragingly and bending down lifted Geoff over his head
and on to his back with his legs hanging down over his shoulders.

Geoff was laughing and took hold of Roger's head whilst Roger had
the great pleasure of holding the boy firmly by his small legs.
He started off up the cliff with Geoff safely on his shoulders.

Nobody was around to notice this pair.

"Where is your mummy?" Roger asked as he was climbing the gentle
path up the cliff.

"Further up the beach where it is sandy" Geoff replied. "Mummy
knows where I am" he added, "I often come along this pebble beach
looking for crabs and things. I must go back to her when the tide
starts to turn." Roger thought to himself "Yes we will see about
that my boy" but said aloud "It looks as if that will not be long
now the tide appears to be at its lowest."

They got to the car. Roger had a look around and saw that nobody
was in sight. He opened the boot of his car and Geoff stood on
tiptoe to look in. Roger stood behind him and said "Close your
eyes Geoff and don't open them until I tell you to or you will
spoil the surprise."

The boy closed his eyes tight. Roger reached into the car and
took out a thick woolen sack and placed it over the boy's head at
the same time lifting and pushing him into the cargo hold.

The sack had a drawer string around the open end and Roger pulled
this tight around the boy's waist where the sack reached. Geoff's
head and upper body including his arms were now encased in this
thick sack. Muffled cries from the poor boy could be heard. Roger
shut the trunk lid and now the cries could barely be heard.

He had a last look around, nobody about. Getting into his car he
began the journey home with his prize safely stowed away. He was
not worried that the boy might suffocate. The air could get
through the fabric of the sack and he had drilled a few holes
into the boot so that a steady supply of air circulated inside
the cargo hold.

It was not the first time that he had brought a boy home this way
and would not, he hoped, be the last.

The drive home took two and a half-hours. He did not want to be
stopped by the police so had driven very carefully. It was now
almost seven o'clock at night and he was sure that the boy would
have been reported as missing by now. He was equally as certain
that he had left no clues.

As I have mentioned Roger's home was in a very isolated position.
The nearest house to him was over a mile away and all around was
farmland. There was no danger to him from nosy neighbors and, as
his house was not on a main road, little danger from passer byes
noticing anything amiss.

He had always kept himself to himself not wishing to encourage
anyone to take an interest in him. His way of life was much
better kept very secret. He parked his car in his garage and then
unlocked and opened the door to his house. Going back to the
garage he opened his boot and lifted the hooded figure of the boy
out of the car. Hefting the boy over his shoulder he carried him
into the house and dumped him on the living room floor.

Leaving Geoff lying there, his pitiful cries penetrating the
woolen sack, Roger went outside and closed the trunk of his car,
locked the garage door and returned indoors where he locked the
door of the house.

With eager anticipation Roger returned to the living room where
the boy had scrambled to his feet and was trying to find his way
out of the room. This was not easy, as the poor lad could see
nothing through the thick material. Roger crossed quickly to
where Geoff was stumbling around and said "stand still boy whilst
I take this sack off you." He untied the rope from round Geoff's
waist and opening the sack pulled it up and over the child's head
casually tossing it into a corner of the room.

Geoff blinked his eyes rapidly in the bright light after the
total darkness in which he had been for the last few hours. He
began to cry and ask for his mummy.

Roger sat down in a chair and pulled young Geoff onto his lap.
"Stop that noise now Geoff you will see your mummy soon," he
said.

Geoff cried all the louder still sobbing for his mother. "Geoff"
Roger said a note of exasperation in his voice "I told you to
stop that noise and I meant it. Now shut up."

As Roger spoke his hands were stroking young Geoff's bare brown
legs. One hand on either leg as the boy sat in his lap with his
legs on either side of Roger's.

Roger lowered his head and began to kiss Geoff on his neck as he
continued to stroke his legs. Geoff moved his head away from the
man's lips but Roger was not deterred.

He removed one of his hands from Geoff's legs and used it to push
the boy's head back into a position that he was again able to
kiss his neck. His other hand was moving slowly, very slowly
along the boy's upper leg.

Roger's fingers now disappeared underneath the material of
Geoff's short trousers. He slowly pushed his hand further up the
lad's leg until he could feel the boy's groin. All the while he
was kissing and nuzzling Geoff's neck whilst Geoff continued to
squirm and cry.

"Hush my little darling" Roger crooned "I love you. I won't hurt
you sweet boy." As he spoke these words his fingers were moving
between the tight elastic of the boy's underpants and the lad's
skin. Now Roger's fingers were able to feel the child's small
cock and a happy smile crossed his face. "Geoff that feels like a
lovely cock you have, I am going to enjoy sucking that so much."

Geoff was too young to understand what this man was talking
about. He did not like the way he was kissing his neck and he
most certainly did not like the way he was touching his pee-pee
but poor Geoff was too innocent to realize that he was about to
be sexually assaulted.

"Dear little boy" Roger whispered "we are going to have such fun
together. I think we will go to the bedroom it will be better
there. But first you may want something to eat, are you hungry?"

Despite his fear Geoff had to admit that he was starving and also
badly wanted a drink. He had not eaten since lunchtime and that
was only a snack. So Roger prepared a supper for them both, which
they ate together in silence. Geoff had a large glass of milk
whilst Roger had a pint of beer. After the meal Roger cleared the
table, washed up and declared that they should now go to the
bedroom.

He lifted Geoff into his arms and carried the boy up the stairs.

Once again Geoff began to cry for his mummy but Roger ignored his
grief. In fact he was quite amused that the boy should still be
crying for the impossible. "Oh well" he thought "he will have
something more to cry about soon. I bet he will be a real good
screamer."

Roger lowered young Geoff gently to the floor and then sat
himself down in a cane chair. "Geoff do you know how to get
undressed?" he asked.

Through his tear stained eyes Geoff looked at him and replied
"yes".

"That's good my boy" Roger said with a smile. "Now stand in front
of me and take off your clothes ready for bed."

"I want to go home I don't want to be here" Geoff wailed "please
take me home I want my mummy" he cried.

"TAKE OFF YOUR CLOTHES NOW Geoff" Roger shouted in a very loud
voice, so loud that the boy cringed in fear. But he began to
obey.

Standing in front of the leering leech Geoff began slowly to pull
his tee shirt up over his head. Holding it in his hands he asked
in a broken voice "where shall I put it?"

"Throw it over here" Roger said all the while keeping his eyes
glued on the little boy drinking in the sight of his smooth
totally hairless but beautifully tanned body. Geoff's little
chest had two lovely little pink nipples and Roger was licking
his lips at the thought of trying to nibble on those small
buttons.

He caught the shirt that the boy tossed to him his eyes still
fixed on the lad. Geoff knelt down to unbuckle his sandals. He
took them off and kicked them over to Roger. The boy was not
wearing socks so he stood up once again. He licked his lips
fearfully and said, "have I got to take my shorts off mister?"

"Do you normally go to bed with your shorts on Geoff?" Roger
asked in reply. "No mister, but I want to go home. I don't want
to stop here," the poor bewildered lad said.

"Geoff you are remaining here tonight and however long after that
I decide" Roger said sternly. "You must stop asking to go home
and just do as you are told. I am being very patient with you at
the moment but my patience is reaching breaking point. Now get
undressed. I want all your clothes off and no further argument.
DO YOU UNDERSTAND?" The last being shouted loudly at the poor
boy.

Geoff was still crying but decided that he had better obey this
man. He still had no idea who the man was apart from the fact
that he had been friendly on the beach. Young Geoff was scared
and bewildered.

He unbuttoned the front cloth belt on his shorts and then
unbuttoned the four fly buttons one by one. The front of his
shorts fell open and the blue of his underpants could be seen
underneath. He let go of the waistband of his shorts and they
fell around his feet. He kicked first one foot loose of them and
then the other. Bending down he picked his shorts up and held
them out to the man. Roger took them and placed them on a chair
with the boy's tee shirt.

Young Geoff was now standing in front of Roger clad only in a
skimpy pair of blue underpants. His lovely legs were now revealed
in their full glory almost up to the boy's groin. Like the rest
of his body they were nicely tanned to a point where the legs of
his shorts had ended. From that point to the underpants the boy's
legs were a pinky white. Again, like the rest of his young body
his legs were devoid of any body hair.

Roger licked his lips in eager anticipation as Geoff fidgeted in
front of him. First the boy rubbed his left leg with his right
foot and then he rubbed his right leg with his left foot. For a
few minutes he stood with both feet on the ground until, once
again, resuming his nervous rubbing of first one leg and then the
other. Roger was enjoying watching the boy balancing on one leg
as he carried out this maneuver.

"Now take your pants off" Roger ordered.

As Geoff always took off all his clothes before going to bed he
was not too worried about this order. He did not like getting
undressed like this in front of a stranger but the man was an
adult so young Geoff, six years old, thought that it must be
okay.

He took hold of his pants at the waist and lowered them down.
First down his upper legs then down his lower legs until, bending
forward, he had them round his ankles. He lifted one foot out of
the pants and then other foot. Once again he tossed his pants to
the man who placed them with his other clothes. Now Geoff was
standing in front of Roger in all his naked glory. And what a
sight he was to be sure.

His little boy cock was just over an inch in length and
circumcised. His very teeny balls, almost non-existent hung tight
to his body. Not a sign of any hair was apparent on the silky
white skin that had been concealed by the boy's pants.

"Turn round Geoff and face the bed" the man said hoarsely "come
on boy turn round now" he went on keen to see how the boy's
bottom might look.

Geoff turned to face the bed. He had no idea what was happening.

Normally, having undressed, he would put his pj's on and jump
into his bed. But there were no pj's for him here and the man did
not want him to get into bed. His young untarnished mind could
not reason this out.

Geoff turned and faced the bed. Now Roger could see the most
perfect pair of pure white unblemished cheeks of an ass that he
had ever seen. They had a very slight mound and both dipped
gently into the boy's dividing crack. The lad's tanned back
curved inwards and then, just before joining the ass, curved
gently out again like a long inverted arc. Geoff's back was
nicely tanned but the tan faded into pinky white flesh where the
waistband of the shorts began. That pinky flesh quickly gave way
to the pure white flesh of the boy's delicious ass, which was
normally covered by both his shorts and his pants.

Roger knew that he was going to enjoy fucking such a beautiful
ass. He could hardly contain his excitement.

"Get on the bed and sit up looking at me" Roger ordered and Geoff
quickly obeyed.

Roger now rose from the chair in which he had been sitting and
removed his sweatshirt. Geoff watched without speaking.

Roger bent down and unlaced and removed his desert boots and then
his socks. Still Geoff watched without speaking.

Now Roger unzipped his denim trousers and quickly removed them
leaving him standing in front of the boy in only his boxer
shorts. The boxer shorts appeared to have a tent pole inside the
front of them caused by the hard erection that Roger had been
sporting for so long now. Still Geoff watched without speaking
but now a frown, almost a puzzled look, was on the young boy's
face.

Roger slowly removed his boxer shorts closely watching Geoff's
face the whole time. He eased the waistband of the shorts over
his large erection and then lowered them around his ankles and
from off his feet tossing them over to where the rest of his
clothes lay.

Now Roger stood in front of the boy with his cock hard and erect.
Geoff's deep blue eyes were wide open, as was his mouth. His face
had both a startled and frightened look and his body was
beginning to tremble and shake.

Roger's cock, hard, was seven inches in length and just under two
inches thick. It was circumcised and the purple head was
throbbing and oozing precum from it's slit. Beneath this long
tool hung a pair of heavy balls and a thick bush of hair
surrounded the whole.

"Well Geoff do you like what you see" Roger asked in a thick
voice.

"I want to go home to mummy" Geoff wailed, "I don't want to stay
here, I don't like you mister. Please take me home to mummy."

"Okay Geoff" Roger said. "Now you are six years old soon to be
seven so you are quite old enough to understand what I am going
to say. You are staying here with me and I do not want you to
call me 'mister' anymore. You will call me Uncle Roger, do you
understand that?"

"Will not" Geoff replied "you're not my uncle and I won't call
you uncle. Take me home to mummy please."

"Geoff you are a fucking stupid little boy and you will make me
angry. Now call me Uncle Roger or else I will put you over my
knees and slap your fucking behind. You had better get used to
the idea that when I tell you to do something you do it. I hope
that I have not brought a spoilt little brat to my nice home. NOW
CALL ME UNCLE ROGER." the last being shouted.

Gradually into that sweet little innocent head the realization
was dawning that he was in real trouble. This angry man might
hurt him. Young Geoff decided upon safety first.

"Please Uncle Roger will you take me home to mummy?" Geoff asked.

Roger stood looking at the boy and a feeling of exasperation
filled him. Why would the little fucker not listen to him? Roger
had told him enough times that he was staying here and not going
home to his mummy just yet. Yet the boy would not accept it.
Roger decided that he had better teach the young lad a lesson in
obedience straight away. Otherwise he would have the kid
continually whining about wanting to go home to mummy.

Roger sat on the cane chair. He thought to himself that he might
just enjoy bringing some color to the young boy's cheeks even if
it was being done from a sense of duty. Boys had to be taught
obedience and if the teacher enjoyed giving the lesson then,
let's face it; he was more likely to give a good lesson.

"Come over here Geoff" Roger said quietly.

Geoff got off the bed and walked across to the sitting figure.
"Yes Uncle Roger" he said politely, "what do you want me to do?"

Roger laughed grimly. "I want you to obey me boy that's what I
want," he said, getting up from the chair "Now lay across the
chair face down and do it now." Geoff looked confused but did not
move other than to put his thumb in his mouth and begin sucking
it.

Roger grabbed hold of the boy by his shoulder and forced him down
on the chair He quickly moved him so that the boy's middle was
over the chair seat Geoff's head and shoulders hung down one side
off the chair and his little legs stuck out the other side.

Roger picked up his trousers and pulled out his belt. He doubled
it and waved it in front of terrified little boy.

"Geoff I am going to whip you because you are disobedient. When I
say that you are staying here I mean it and you will not ask me
to take you home to your mummy. If you do ask me to do that, then
every time that you ask this will happen" and as Roger spoke
those last words he brought the belt crashing down on the bare
cheeks of the boy's ass.

Geoff let out a loud howl of pain and surprise as the belt came
crashing down for a second time. Where the first blow had been
struck the boy's buttock was turning a bright red and this was
now happening where the second blow was struck.

"Naughty disobedient boys get whipped " Roger said as he struck
Geoff's ass once, twice, three times and then four. Geoff was
screaming at the top of his reedy unbroken voice.

"Stop, stop you're hurting me, please stop. Don't hit me mister
please, please stop" the boy was begging between his screams and
amid floods of tears.

"There you go again, I told you to call me Uncle Roger not mister
and still you disobey" and yet further blows of his belt landed
on the crying boy's behind.

Both cheeks of his hitherto pure white ass were now a brilliant
red as Roger laid into the disobedient little boy.

Thwack, thwack, thwack. Three more heavy blows of Roger's belt on
the poor screaming boy's ass.

"Will you be a good boy now and call me Uncle Roger and not ask
me to take you back to your mummy?" Roger asked.

"Yes, yes Uncle Roger I will be good I promise" Geoff cried.

"And what mustn't you do?" Roger asked.

"I must not ask you to take me home to mummy" Geoff said in a
heart rendering tearful voice "but Uncle Roger I want to go home
to mummy" the poor unhappy boy could not help adding.

Thwack, thwack, thwack, thwack. This time four more heavy blows
landed on those bright red cheeks.

"You will not fucking learn" Roger snarled. "You will not ask me
to take you home to your mummy. You will not mention your mummy
again. Now is that fucking clear to you or do I have to whip the
living daylights out of you?" "No please Uncle Roger don't hit me
again, I'll be very good I promise" Geoff cried. He had never
felt such pain as was coming from his bottom right now. Never had
the boy been given a whipping in his life before. He would have
promised the earth to the man to get him to stop hitting his poor
sore behind.

"What must you not do Geoff?" Roger asked again.

"I must not ask you to take me home to mummy" Geoff replied. He
did not add the words that were in his heart much as he wanted
to. He was realizing that he must do what this cruel man, Uncle
Roger, wanted.

Geoff had never been so unhappy in all of his six short years of
life. Roger picked the boy up and sat down on the chair. He put
Geoff on his lap. His cock was still very hard and pressing into
the young boy's own private parts. Roger loved that feeling and
decided that he might just as well have a little fun with Geoff's
sweet ass hole.

He licked the first finger of his hand and rubbed it down the
crack dividing the cheeks of the boy's ass. As his finger moved
along that narrow crevice he stopped at the anus. His finger
pressed against the little pink puckered hole but the sphincter
kept it firmly closed.

Roger did not mind he moved his finger on down the crevice
towards the weenie little balls that lay tight against his little
loves body. As his finger came into contact with those yet
unformed balls he moved his hand around them to feel young
Geoff's one inch cock.

So long, so long since he had been able to play with a young boy.
He sighed as his hand gently squeezed the whole of Geoff's
private parts. Roger thought to himself how lucky he had been to
find this little cutie.

Poor Geoff was frozen with fear. No one, not his mother or his
father or anyone else had touched him like this. Even though he
was a very young boy he knew instinctively that what was
happening was a bad thing. But he was quite helpless against this
big man. A man who was prepared to whip him if he did not obey
him.

Roger now decided that the bed would be much more comfortable for
them both than the chair. He felt that Geoff had learned his
lesson and would now be much easier to handle. He gently pushed
the boy from his lap because, although Roger was a pedophile, he
was not a cruel man. At least he was not cruel unless the cruelty
was part of a sexual act or he felt in the mood to discipline a
boy.

"Get back onto the bed Geoff" Roger said and the young boy obeyed
him immediately. He clambered back onto the bed and lay on his
back staring fearfully at Roger.

Roger now got onto the bed and lay beside the small boy. He
leaned over Geoff and pushed the boy's head onto the mattress.
Then he lowered his own head down towards Geoff and kissed him on
the lips. Geoff tried to move his head away but Roger held his
face cupped in both of his hands and kissed him much harder on
his lovely cherry red lips. He pushed his tongue against the
boy's clenched teeth as his hard lips pressed against the much
softer lips of his young desire.

Geoff opened his mouth in order to take a breath and Roger's
tongue immediately gained entrance. He held the boy's face in
both his hands as he forced his tongue deep into the boy's mouth.
He explored Geoff's tongue, the roof of his mouth the inside of
his cheeks and the back of his throat. His tongue greedily licked
on any part of the interior of the lad's mouth with which it came
into contact. Roger loved the taste of the young boy and just
could not get enough of it.

He now sucked on Geoff's small pink tongue savoring the fresh
taste of that piece of flesh. Then once again he kissed the young
and very confused boy hard on his sweet red lips.

"Geoff I love you so much, you are a beautiful boy" Roger
whispered.

Geoff did not know what to do. He was very frightened and
confused. Both his mummy and daddy kissed him frequently but
never like this. He had never been kissed this way before and
some instinct told him that what was happening was very naughty.
But he was at the mercy of this man, Uncle Roger, and he knew
that he would be whipped if he were disobedient. He would have to
obey and when he went back home he would say a special prayer to
say he was sorry for doing naughty things.

Now Roger raised his body and looked down at the small prone boy
on his bed. He again leaned over the lad but this time he sucked
first on one very small pink nipple and then on the other. He
tried to nip them with his teeth but both nipples were tight
against Geoff's chest. Roger licked a finger and rubbed one of
the boy's little nipples with it and now that nipple began to
stand out straight, still very small but just long enough for
Roger to nip with his teeth.

He gave a little bite and Geoff jumped and said "ouch" at the
sudden sharp sensation. Roger meantime rubbed the other nipple
achieving the same result. As it stood out from Geoff's chest he
took it in his teeth and held it tight.

"Ouch" Geoff cried again and this time added, "please don't do
that Uncle Roger it hurts."

But Roger was not interested in such minor matters. He wanted to
enjoy this boy's body. Now he moved his teeth first to one nipple
then to the other. Biting each and pulling it in his teeth. Geoff
began to cry more from fear than pain but Roger did not mind
this. He found the noise rather soothing as he enjoyed biting on
these lovely little nipples.

Again he rose from off the boy and looked down at the crying lad.
"Geoff you are lovely, I am going to have such fun with you
tonight" he said. His eyes now traversed down the boy's body
stopping at his little belly button. It was quite a deep sunken
hole for such a young lad. In the bottom looking rather like the
top of a sea shell could be seen the curl of the button itself,
brown on top but showing white around the sides where the hole
protected it from the suns rays.

Roger leaned down over the boy once more. He poked out his long
tongue and licked Geoff's belly button. Then he kissed it, sucked
at it and licked it once more. He placed his open mouth hard
against the boy's tummy covering the belly button completely. His
tongue poked and probed that little hole as Roger enjoyed the
wonders of such clean fresh flesh. He loved boy's so much, how
could he have left them alone for three long years? Now he
continued licking down Geoff's hairless tummy towards his private
parts. His tongue for the first time came into contact with
Geoff's small penis. He licked it tentatively as his heavy body
pinned the boy to the mattress so that he was unable to move. He
licked around and over the one inch penis and managed to get just
a little taste of boy piss from it's slit. Such bliss to have a
wonderful toy like this to play with.

Roger now adjusted his position on the little boy so that he was
lying length ways to the lad. His own crotch was level with the
boy's head as he now took hold of Geoff's cock with two of his
fingers. Leaning his head down close to the boy's groin he took
the little penis and even smaller tight balls into his mouth with
one big gulp. He closed his mouth on these little jewels and
began to suck hard at them. Roger thought that he would never let
this lovely cock out of his mouth again. But he did. Once more he
held the cock between two fingers and this time sucked on the
very small cock head. He sucked and chewed that flap of skin
causing young Geoff to squeal and yelp. He tickled the boy around
the base of his cock and then began to rub the sensitive end of
the boy's penis. All of this attention had the desired affect.
Geoff's penis began to stiffen and to grow from one inch to one
and a quarter and then two inches it grew and Roger sucked
greedily up and down the thin but hard shaft. Geoff continued to
lie on his back frozen rigid. As Roger sucked and slurped at the
boy's rigid little penis Geoff was too frightened even to make a
sound.

The boy had never in his life been subjected to this type of
treatment. The feel of Uncle Roger's (yes he was now thinking of
him as Uncle Roger) mouth on his pee- pee was not unpleasant to
the boy. But Geoff knew that what Uncle Roger was doing was very
naughty and he did not wish to be part of it. Unfortunately Geoff
also knew that there was little that he could do about this.
Uncle Roger was in charge and he must obey him. Poor Geoff how he
wished that he was back home safe in his mummies arms not lying
here with this man who was doing naughty things to his body.
Gradually a strange feeling started percolating through him. It
centered on his pee-pee and felt a little bit like before he had
to go to bathroom, but much stronger, and felt nicer. Before too
long the nice feeling had transformed itself into the most
incredible sensations he had ever know.

It was getting stronger, and he didn't know what it was. He felt
a little scared, but he didn't want it to stop. His breathing
started to match the man's slurps coming in short little gasps.

"Uh Uh Uh Uh Uh Uh...."

Roger heard the little sounds escaping from this little boy He
saw how her breathing became more rapid. He could feel his little
penis pulse in his his mouth. He was knew he was about to give
the little boy his first orgasm.. Geoff started to move his head
from side to side. His silky blond hair spreading out around his
head. His skinny ribs rose and fell as his panted. His knees
moved in and out with his stroke of the man's tongue on his
penis, Geoff didn't know what was happening. Something was going
to happen but he didn't know what. His entire being was now
wrapped around the end of his penis. He wasn't aware of his head
jerking back and forth on the bed or how his sore behind was
rubbing furiously against the sheets. Suddenly Geoff's body
jerked straight up. "AAHHOOW AHHAHO!" he screamed as his legs
waved wildly in the air. His tiny feet drummed on the bed once
twice, three times as his first orgasm hit him. Then just as
suddenly it was over. It was though a dam had burst. Geoff
started to cry softly, fearful of the stranger man who was
molesting him even more fearful that something had broken inside
him. Roger paid not the slightest attention to the sobbing child.
He took the little penis between his fingers and rubbed it till
it grew stiff once more. He put his head between the boy's legs
and started slowly licking his groin, sucking gently on both tiny
testicles. "Ohhh, Ohh" the child moaned as the man slowly
molested him. Roger took the rigid little penis in his mouth
sucking it like a lollipop till he felt start to pulse. He didn't
want the boy to reach orgasm again too soon, so he stopped
playing with his penis for a bit. Instead he stroked and sucked
his tiny nipples some more. "AHHHH" Geoff purred, as the intense
good feeling started getting better and better. Roger moved back
to the moaning child's penis, alternatively masturbating and
fellating him, pausing whenever he felt the boy was getting close
to his second orgasm. "OH, OH, OH, OH" little Geoff gasped, lost
in an ocean of pleasure. No one had ever made him feel this good
before. Gradually, though he remembered that this was a bad thing
and that something terrible was going to happen to him. A
familiar feeling started growing stronger in his penis.

"Please stop, Uncle Roger, please stop!" he cried, "I'm going to
pee!" "No you aren't" the man growled, grabbing the rock hard
little penis and stroking it vigorously up and down.

"Stop! STOP! STOP!" Geoff screamed in panic. "STOP—AHHHHOOHHA!"
Suddenly everything seemed to go white. His small body jerked up
and down as the second orgasm in his short life swept through
him. "AHHHHHH!" he screamed. "Ahhh! Ahhhhh." Geoff lay panting on
the bed, oblivious to the child molester hovering over him. "I
think you're starting to enjoy this," Roger grinned, lightly
pinching Geoff's nipples. Geoff had very fine nipples for so
young a boy, distinct tips in conical perfectly circular areolas,
the type of nipple usually found in well developed older kids,
not the flattened discs that most six year olds have. Roger
appreciated this, carefully flicking his fingers across each
nipple. After rubbing the boy's nipples for a minute, he bent
down and started sucking on one, while squeezing and stroking the
other one. He alternated sucking and rubbing the child's nipples,
trying to see if stimulating them would arouse him. After several
minutes, Roger felt something stirring beneath him. He looked
down and there was the shy little boy's hands, busily fondling
his little steeple. "Now, now," he chided, "Mustn't do that nasty
thing! Here only Uncle Roger is allowed to do that!" He pulled
the boy's hands away and started slowly masturbating him once
more.

This time he would stop every two minutes or so to play with the
boy's nipples. "Please don't stop now, Uncle Roger," Geoff
whined, after the man's caressing fingers left his penis for the
fifth time. Roger grinned wickedly, tweaking the groaning first
grader's nipples. He ran his tongue up and down the quivering
child's infant testicles and penis a few times, then closed his
lips over them. Geoff thrashed in ecstasy as the man sucked on
his penis while continuing to rub and squeeze his nipples. The
scary feeling started growing once more, but this time Geoff
didn't want it to stop. His hips moved up and down in rhythm to
Roger's hands and mouth. His small torso arched back, ribs
thrusting up and down with the effort to draw air into his lungs.
"YAAHHH! YAHHHH" he screamed, his legs jerking up, down and
sideways in his third orgasm in less than fifteen minutes. Hoping
to see more, Roger kept molesting the child's penis and nipples.
Geoff reached his forth orgasm five minutes later and his fifth
eight minutes after that. But that was all for the exhausted and
still rather frightened little boy. Eventually Roger moved so
that he was once again lying alongside Geoff. Geoff was lying, on
his back in exactly the same position as he had been whilst Roger
was playing with his cock. The boy's body was still rigid, his
face was slightly flushed and his eyes were full fear. He neither
moved, cried nor spoke. Had it not been for the gentle rise and
fall of his chest as he breathed or the occasional flutter of his
lovely long eyes lashes the boy might have been unconscious or
even dead.

Roger looked down at the boy and yet again leaned over and kissed
him on his sweet red lips. "Geoff, my lovely little boy, now
wasn't that nice?"

Geoff stirred. "But that was nasty what we did, Uncle Roger.
You're not supposed to do naughty things like that." "But it felt
good, didn't it, Geoff?"

Geoff nodded slowly, a tear slowly falling down his cheek. "It
did, but it was nasty!" he insisted, now consumed in post
orgasmic remorse."

"If you make someone feel good, it cannot be nasty." Roger stated
flatly. " Now young man enough of that nonsense. I have made you
feel real good, I have given a very special feeling called an
orgasm five times. You will now do the same thing with me.

"Geoff my lovely little boy you have no reason to be Do you
understand what I mean?" he asked.

"No Uncle Roger I don't. You were playing with my pee-pee and
that is naughty. I mustn't play with yours that would be very
bad."

Roger looked at the boy for a few moments. Then he spoke. "Geoff
if I say that it is not naughty or bad to play with our pee-pee's
then it must be okay. You are only a young boy and you don't know
what is good or bad. Now I want you to play with my pee-pee. From
now you will call it a cock. Okay." Geoff looked very worried but
did not know what to say. Uncle Roger was a grown up and he
should know if a thing was good or bad. "Okay Uncle Roger I will
play with your pee-pee, oh I mean your cock," he said. "How do I
do it?" Roger lay on his back and told Geoff to move down and
kneel between his legs. This the boy did and as he moved into
position Roger opened his legs wider to give the him more room.
Roger's hard cock was standing erect like a pole sticking up from
his body. His large balls hung down between his legs.

Now Geoff was kneeling between Roger's legs his face gazing up at
Roger. Roger sat up and put his hands gently on Geoff's yellow
hair. "Lick my cock" he said huskily.

For a moment Geoff hesitated. Clearly, despite Roger having told
him that this was not naughty, the boy was still unhappy with
what he was about to do. However he stuck out his lovely little
pink tongue and touched the flesh of Roger's hard cock with the
tip of it.

"Lick up and down my cock" Roger said and the boy began to do so.
His little tongue moved from the big purple cock head traveling
down towards Roger's balls and then licked back up again. A wet
trail gleamed behind the boy's moving tongue as once again he
returned towards Roger's balls.

"Suck my balls, get them into your mouth" Roger ordered the young
boy. As he spoke he grasped his balls in his hand around the base
and pushed them towards the kid's mouth. Geoff opened his mouth
but was unable to get the two balls in, as it was too large a
mouthful for him. Roger then released one his balls and now Geoff
was able to suck the much smaller package in.

As the young boy sucked on this single nut Roger's eyes rolled
back into his head, as he was lost in complete bliss. The feel of
the boy's hot young mouth on his nut was more than he could bear.
"Now suck on the other lovely boy, suck on the other" he gasped
out.

Geoff released the nut on which he had been sucking and now,
unaided, sucked Roger's other one into his mouth. He sucked real
hard and Roger gasped and groaned with pleasure. As he was
sucking on the man's balls Geoff's eyes were fastened on Roger's
face. He could see the strange look in Uncle Roger's eyes and
hear the way he was moaning and groaning. This all surprised the
young boy as he continued to suck hard on the man's nut. Geoff's
own feelings as he sucked Roger's balls were mixed. This was not
hurting him and it did not taste of anything at all really. He
wondered why the man liked it and, even now, was not too sure
whether or not he was being naughty. Uncle Roger had told him
that it was not naughty and, as he had never done anything like
this before, he had never been told by anyone else that it was
naughty. But when his mummy had caught him playing with his
pee-pee she had told him that it was something only naughty boys
did and if he continued to do it he would not go to heaven. But
Uncle Roger had said that it was not naughty to play with their
pee-pees. He just did not know what to believe but in the
meantime continued to suck on the nut that was in his mouth.
Roger now told him to lick his cock again. "Lick the top of my
cock and stick the tip of your tongue into the slit" he told the
boy. Geoff released the nut from his mouth and licked his tongue
up Roger's cock. When he reached the purple cock head he licked
around and over it and then found the piss slit that Roger had
spoken about. The pink tip of his tongue entered the slit and for
the first time the boy had a taste of precum. It was a sweet
taste that Geoff quite liked. So he poked his tongue in the slit
to try for more as Roger groaned loudly with passion.

The time had come Roger decided for the boy to face his first
real test. His balls felt as if they were about to break under
the pleasurable strain to which his cock was being subjected.

"Open your mouth wide Geoff my little penis sucker" Roger said in
a strangled voice. As he spoke he held Geoff's head in his two
hands. Geoff opened his mouth wide and Roger guided his head down
so his cock entered Geoff's mouth.

"Close your mouth boy and suck, don't bite just suck" Roger
ordered keeping a grasp of the kid's head. Geoff closed his mouth
and began to suck on the top of Roger's cock as if it was a gob
smacker, which I suppose in a way it was.

"Oooh" Roger gasped pushing the boy's head further down so that
Geoff was forced to swallow a bit more of this man's cock. "Oooh
that feels sooo good."

Geoff was not finding it as enjoyable as Roger was. Now that his
mouth was full of this alien object he was finding it hard to
breathe. He coughed and spluttered as his face turned red and
Roger eased his cock out of the choking boy's mouth to allow him
to catch his breath.

Once his coughing had subsided Roger pushed Geoff's head down
harder forcing a little more of his cock into the boy's tight
mouth. The heat of that orifice around his hard love stick was
sending Roger into raptures of delight. He now began to force the
boy's head up and down on his cock at the same time thrusting his
own hips up and down in like manner.

His forcing and thrusting was sending his seven-inch cock deeper
into the boy's throat and Geoff was in imminent danger of
choking. Roger was past all caring about such things. All he
wanted was the boy to suck his cock harder and harder.

"Suck the fucker, suck it boy" he cried to Geoff who was sticking
manfully to his tough job. Geoff's jaws were aching from the
strain of such prolonged sucking. His breathing was hard and
labored Yet still he sucked up and down the shaft of the plunging
cock sending more shivers of delight along Roger's spine. Now all
reason left this pedophile's mind. He pulled his cock from the
young boy's mouth and told him to lie flat on the bed face
upwards. Poor Geoff with no idea of what was in store obeyed.

"Open you mouth cock sucker" Roger demanded as he maneuvered
himself over the top of the small boy. Geoff opened his mouth and
Roger plunged his cock into that small orifice shouting, "suck
boy suck".

As the full seven inches of hard cock plunged into his mouth and
down his throat Geoff gasped tried to cough and then began to
feel nauseous. He tried to move his head but the full weight of
the man was now on him pinning him so he couldn't move a muscle..
So deep had Roger penetrated the boy's throat that his large
balls were pressing into Geoff's chin.

Roger began to retract his cock from the poor unhappy little lad.
"Suck you fucking cock sucker, suck my hard dick" Roger demanded
of the boy as he was pulling out of Geoff's mouth. Geoff, as the
pressure eased on his throat, sucked hard on the cock creating
such suction that Roger almost came his lot on the spot.

When his cock was almost out of the boy's mouth he thrust it hard
back down again. Right down as far as it would go stopping only
when his heavy balls smacked against Geoff's face. Then out again
and in, out and in. Roger was giving the young lad a mouth fuck
he would always remember.

As the pressure on Roger's balls grew his thrusting cock got
faster and faster. He ground his hips down trying to force the
very last inch of his cock into the boy's mouth, then out again
before forcing it back hard down again.

Geoff was on the point of losing consciousness due to lack of
breath as Roger continued to face fuck the little darling. Then
with a huge gasp he yelled "I'm cumming, I'm cumming oh god yes
I'm cumming fucking suck hard you lovely boy" and he filled
Geoff's throat with hot thick sperm. After the first ejaculation
he thrust in again shooting yet more of his love juice into the
little boy. Again and again he shot his load into that lad.
Geoff's throat was full, his mouth was full and the thick sperm
began to run down his chin.

Geoff had no choice but to swallow as best he could this thick
cream that Roger was depositing inside him. If he did not swallow
he would choke to death. The taste was odd. It was both salty yet
sweet. It was like nothing that he had ever swallowed in his life
before. Not as nice as the stuff he had licked from the man's
slit but yet not unpleasant, in fact rather tasty. Thus Geoff
continued to swallow this sperm of necessity rather than choice.

Roger now withdrew his softening cock from this little boy that
he had just face fucked. He quickly moved off the top of Geoff
and bending over him kissed the lad on his lips. He licked the
boy's chin to remove his own sperm and then forced his tongue
into the boy's mouth. He kissed him long and hard and sucked as
much of the sperm from the boy into his own mouth as he could. At
last he moved his lips from Geoff's mouth and looked into the
lad's frightened eyes.

"Geoff that was lovely, you are such a good cock sucker, the best
little fucker I've ever had," he said. "You loved it darling
didn't you?" he asked.

Geoff had been brought up to be truthful. "No Uncle Roger" he
croaked "you nearly made me sick and I couldn't breathe, it was
horrible. It hurt a lot when you pushed your cock into my throat
and my nose hurt when you laid down hard on it."

Roger giggled at such innocent remarks. "If I fuck your mouth a
lot you will get used to it my little penis sucker," he said
cheerfully. "You wait until I fuck your lovely sweet ass, then
you might complain. But not yet, I've got to recover my strength
and we should really go to sleep now" he said. With those words
he gave Geoff a kiss on the cheeks. "Now let's get you all nice
and comfortable so you sleep well" he said to the boy.

Roger got off the bed and told Geoff to do likewise. "Do you want
a piss or anything?" he asked the boy.

"Yes please Uncle Roger I would like to have a wee and may I
clean my teeth please?" the boy replied. "Okay" Roger said,
"let's go to the bathroom" and he took the young boy by the hand
and lead him to that room which was on the same floor as the
bedroom.

"You will have to use my toothbrush" Roger said as he put it on
the hand basin together with the toothpaste. "Now have your piss,
clean your teeth wash your hands and face and then come back to
the bedroom." With those words Roger left the boy confident that
the lad could not escape. The doors and windows were securely
closed and locked.

Roger made the bed and tidied the room and then sat waiting the
return of his little lover. Geoff returned after fifteen minutes
and told Roger that he was ready for bed and could he first say
his prayers and had he got any pj's to wear. The idea of Geoff
saying his prayers appealed to Roger's warped sense of humor.

"Okay Geoff say your prayers but in this house we do not wear
pj's so you will have to go to bed without any" Roger said.

Young Geoff knelt by the side of the bed put his small hands
together and closed his eyes tightly. "Dear Jesus God bless mummy
and daddy and please look after them and let me see them again
soon" he said and went on "also look after Uncle Roger and don't
let him hurt me. Thank you very much Jesus." He opened his eyes
and got to his feet and stood looking at Roger not sure what to
do next.

"Get into bed now Geoff and go to sleep" Roger said. Geoff
clambered into bed and Roger pulled the bedclothes over him
giving him a gentle kiss on the forehead. "Sweet dreams my
darling" he said and left the room. Geoff had had a long hard day
and despite his fears and worries was soon fast asleep. Later,
after clearing up downstairs and attending to his own toiletry
needs, Roger returned to the bedroom. He got into bed taking care
not to disturb the sleeping boy and lay down beside him. He
looked at that angelic face and wanted to smother it in kisses
but resisted as he did not want to wake the young boy.

Turning out the bedside light Roger lay day dreaming about young
Geoff. He was thinking to himself how lucky he had been to find
such a beautiful innocent little child. His cock began to harden
as he thought about the things yet to come and particularly how
wonderful it was going to be to fuck that virgin boy. His eyes
grew heavy and he drifted off into a deep sleep still imagining
his hard cock up the tight ass of his small prisoner.

Roger awoke at about eight o'clock in the morning. It took him a
few moments to remember that he had a visitor sharing his bed. He
yawned and looked across at Geoff. The boy was still sleeping
soundly. The bed covers had been thrown back from off the top
part of his body and his little chest was moving up and down as
he breathed. One of his small arms was lying across his chest
whilst the other was in a u shape with the hand resting on the
pillow near his head. His sweet red lips were slightly open
allowing a brief glimpse of his brilliant white teeth as he drew
breath in and then exhaled.