The Convention

Disclaimer:

This story is pure fiction and only exists in my head. If you object to
male on male sex between consenting adults and minors then please clear off
and find a website that is more to your tastes... I mean honestly what ARE
you doing here in the first place.

Greenwatch is a TV show I made up and none of the actors or stories
actually exist.  Except in my head.


Notes:

I have to apologise for this story I am not at home, I do not have access
to my computer and all the benefits of a thesaurus and grammar checker.
This story wasn't planned and it just kind of fell out of my fingers. So
enjoy it, or not.

The Convention

I had a name as a bit of a hedonist when it came to partying and
revelling. It was all taken in stride though as the character I played in
Greenwatch was just as much a version of myself as I was of Agent March. We
both use our position to get what we want. Agent Marsh, his huge muscles
and brawn to get the ladies and beat the crap out of the Aliens, the real
me though, Charlie Redisson used this position of Greenwatch heartthrob to
capture the imagination of boys and then to slip into their pants and fuck
their brains out.

I had done it a few times with a few boys in the past, but recently filming
the new series was heavy going. When I wasn't filming I was pumping iron to
keep those pecs and abs bursting through my muscle shirt. I practically had
to lever my biceps into my t-shirts. I was hoping that the three day
convention over the next few days would see me catch some fresh young tail
I could stick my twelve incher into. There were always tween boys wanting
to get up close and rub my muscles, some girls too which I had to entertain
as I was under contract to promote the show as well as appeal to a wide
range of guests. It was the boys though, the ones between eight and twelve
that got my dick hard, but not everyone. The kid had to be special; not fat
and not skinny, he had to have a certain air of shyness and completely
dipshit parents before I make my move.

There was one such kid that literally bumped into me. I was stood at the
urinal pointing my huge cock at the porcelain and in walked the most
adorable little kid I had ever seen and stood next to me. He can't have
been more than ten years old. He was four foot nothing, had short spiky
blond hair and red rimmed narrow glasses. He fumbled at his zipper for a
few seconds while I watched him from the corner of my eye. I wasn't peeing
yet, and I stood there pointing my semi hard cock at the porcelain. I
grabbed my cock near the base so if the kid looked over he would see it, a
famous person's cock. Something to tell his little girly friends about.

There it was. It was no little sideways glance that all guys do in the
bathroom, this was a full on stare as his head swivelled and looked right
at my cock. I massaged the shaft, pumping it to full twelve inch hardness
while I faced the wall, looking out the corner of my eye.

The kid reached inside his own zipper and he pulled out his own little
cock. The kid was as hard as a rock and his little bespectacled eyes never
left my own hard shaft. The kid was seriously getting off on seeing me
hard.

I was now facing him and it took him a few moments to realise I was looking
at him. I smiled at him and angled my body so he could get a better look,
giving my cock a few pumps. He smiled sheepishly and blushed crimson.

The bathroom door opened and his eyes dropped to the floor and I focused on
the wall. I shook my cock, pretending that had just finished peeing as the
guy stepped up beside me.

"Holy shit!" The guy exclaimed "It's Agent Marsh." He said obnoxiously.

I instantly disliked him and gave the cookie-cutter response with a
practised grin, "Hi, thanks for watching!" I looked about but the little
angel was gone.  He must have shot out when he had the chance. The little
tyke never even got the chance to pee. I hoped I would bump into him again
over the weekend as I would have very much have like to have made him my
weekend plaything.

I left the bathroom while the obnoxious guest was peeing and waffling about
some various scene. I wanted to see where that wonderful piece of tail had
gone to, but he was gone. Probably whisked off by overbearing parents that
wanted to track his every movement.

I went back to my suite and jerked myself off to some wonderful mental
images of the boy's hard little cock. In my mind I had him on his back on
my bed, his knees around his ears and I was loosening up his tight little
hole with my tongue as the kid moaned in pleasure like they do on the porn
movies. Kid's don't moan though, they whimper and gasp as you work on them,
but it was still good to dream.

I fired my load into my hand which was wiped off onto a towelette and
flushed away.  It was time to mingle and meet some of the guests. With any
luck I'd get to see that little girly prince and find out which room he's
staying in. Failing that I'd probably find some other piece of ass to stick
my dick into. I had to admit though, it wasn't often I meet a kid that I am
willing to drill not just with my dick, but my tongue too.



I slipped on a jacket and managed to get down to the bar without many
people taking notice of me. I got a few stares, generally of people's
disbelief as they realise if it really was me or just someone who looks
like me. Fans come in two types, those that treat you like people, who just
ask you questions and have a laugh with and the others are the types that
swoon and put you on some sort of pedestal. The girls who go all giggly and
the guys who think you respond to being heckled at from across the room.

I stepped up to the bar, beside a couple of guys in their early forties who
seemed to be in great conversation about something or other and gestured
for the barman. In the corner of my eye I saw one of the two guys nudge the
other and nod over in my irection as my beer arrived on my table.

"Hey you're that guy..." The other one turned around and said, waving his
finger like he was trying to remember who I was. "The cop guy,
Marsh... March, yeah him."

I smiled, took a sip of my beer and replied. "That's me. Big fans eh?" I
joked.  Strange that they didn't recognise me and where here for the
GreenCon convention.

"Ah, not really a fan. My nephew is the fan though." He said looking
around. "His thirteenth birthday today." He said proudly. I nodded
enthusiastically, wondering if the kid was cute enough to fill my
requirements.

"Yeah the little shit's been going to and from the bathroom most of the
afternoon. I think he's got something wrong with him." The other guy said
laughing. I immediately didn't like him.

The first guy, the kids uncle rolled his eyes. "C'mon Jeff," He said, then
turned to me. "We promised his mom we'd take him last year and she held our
word to it." Then he leaned into me as if he was releasing a secret into
the world. "HMy sister is a deadbeat, but she will have my by the balls if
I didn't take the little faggot out to see his show"

Now I know my character is written as a hardass and I know I have some very
verbally blue lines, but to call a kid a faggot in that way is just plain
wrong. His nephew might be a faggot, which would be hot, you don't call
your him one to someone you just met.

"We got him his own little room so we could bring back some ladies later
tonight and not have him screwing with our plants to get laid and
incredibly drunk." The Uncle said, "Oh here comes the little ho now." He
threw his finger out in the direction of the hallway.

I swear my heart had stopped for a moment as I saw the little blond kid
walking towards us. His bespectacled eyes scanning the room for
something. He really was adorably as his small frame glided across the
hallway. I noticed his hips swish slightly and I suddenly understood why
his Uncle called him a faggot. My own gaydar was pinging like mad looking
at this little kid, and to know that the got hard looking at me in the
bathroom I could feel myself firming up already.

I was forming a plan in my head, but his uncle really nailed it on the head
as he leaned in, "He has your poster on his bedroom wall. The poor little
faggot has a crush on you." He laughed.

I faked a laugh and said, "Really, little gay kids are fucked up!" I wasn't
an actor for nothing. "Tell you what, little fags like that should be
manned up." I rolled my dice, going for the number. "How about I take the
baby fag off your hands and man him up a bit. I bet that by the end of the
weekend he'll be more man than both of you."

They both laughed at the challenge, missing the irony completely. "You'd
actually do that?" Jeff said surprised at the offer.

"Hey I'm an actor. If I can't change who he is, I can at least show him how
to walk and talk like a man. The flip side is you two get your weekend with
your ladies with no hassle." I grinned. I couldn't believe I was on the
verge of getting this kid to myself all weekend.

"Deal, Mr Marsh." The Uncle said. I could have smashed him to pieces right
there.  "You have to remember though, he is a bit of a drama queen. He
actually accused Jeff here of sexually abusing him." He nodded
seriously. "Take no notice of it, as I said, there is something wrong with
that kid."

I returned the nod thoughtfully. That was an interesting turn of
events. Should the kid actually flap about what I was planning on doing to
him, the chances are it would be passed off as just the kids next
victim. On the other hand it meant the likelihood of him speaking out was
high, and these two shitheads might try and sue for the cash. I had to play
this carefully.

The kid saw me and froze barely six feet away from me. He was wearing
skinny blue jeans and a purple long sleeve T-Shirt and one of the sleeves
was grasped nervously in his fist. I winked and smiled at him, but he still
stood there as if frozen.

The two guys grabbed the kid by the shoulders and steered him over to
me. "This is Jason." His uncle introduced him. "Jason, this guy is going to
teach you how to be a real man." The guy handed me the kids room key. "You
know his muscles...  they can snap you like a twig if you misbehave." He
pointed to my arms. "We'll see you in three days."

They left the kid stood in front of me. I could see him shaking with fear
as he just looked at me holding his room key.

"Hey Jason." I broke the ice. He just stared at me. I could swear I could
see him on the verge of tears as his mental images of me were starting to
shatter.  I had to do something, I didn't want to shatter those images, I
wanted them to grow into something he could worship. I held the key out to
him. "It's your room buddy."

He took the key from me.

"Want to be my assistant for the weekend?" I asked him.

Jason nodded then paused and shook his head.

"Okay," I had to draw the line. "Firstly, your uncle and that other geezer
are fuckwits." I said harshly, my British accent coming out. "No offence,
but if they were to get hit by cars I wouldn't mind one bit."

I saw the kid relax a bit and saw him look down at my shoes.

"Tell you what, Jason." I proposed. "We're going to have a fantastic
time. You'll be begging for more when I'm done."

I downed the rest of my beer. "Come on, I need to change my shirt before I
start signing autographs." I stood up and started walking out of the bar
area. The kid hadn't moved.

"You coming?" I asked with my palms facing up. He smiled and bounced over
to me in step. We silently stepped into the elevator with another old lady.

"Oh, my. Your that large guy from the show." She clasped her hand over her
mouth. I smiled duly back, "And is this your son, travelling with you?" She
asked, regaining her composure.

"No." I said truthfully. The truth stopped there though, I wasn't about to
tell her I aimed to have this little kid bouncing on my cock in a short
while. Instead I just said, "This is my personal assistant." I smiled
broadly and placed my hand on the lower part of the kids back, barely above
his belt line.

"Oh, that's nice." She simpered. "Getting the little ones involved."

The elevator dinged and she stepped out. We were going all the sway, so to
speak.

We stepped out of the elevator onto the top floor where my suite was
located. I never had the biggest suite as I wasn't the main character, but
I had a decent suite with two main rooms and a decent bathroom. It would be
enough for what I had planned. I jabbed my key into the lock and the little
light blinked to tell me it was unlocked.  I pushed the door open and like
a gentleman I stepped aside to let the kid in. He really was a small kid
for thirteen.

As the kid stepped inside, I dropped the Do Not Disturb sign on the door
and stepped inside, making sure the door was double locked from the
inside. I stepped into the main room and saw the object of my desires stood
right there on my hotel floor. He was chewing on his sleeve in a way that
was just so sexy in a childish way I wanted to have him there and then.

"Jason." I said to him. His head pivoted over to me. "Relax for a bit. I'm
just going to change."

Phase one of my plan went into action and in stepped into the bedroom area,
which was only separated by a small arch, meaning it was essentially the
same room. He was still looking around the room in awe as I opened the
closet that had a mirror on it. I positioned it at a forty-five degree
angle so I knew he could see me, but I would be directly out of sight. I
could observe him watching me through the dress mirror on the other side of
the room.

I slipped off my jacket and my shirt, which caught his scanning eyes. I
then lowered my pants and exposed my boxers and adjusted the bulge in them
by tugging on my balls a bit.  I saw the kid lick his lips through the far
mirror as he watched me with desire in his eyes. I watched as he slipped a
hand into his pocket and slip his fingers around his cocklet, his hand
clearly visible through his tight denim pants.

I decided to step out into his view and I faced him in just by boxers. I
see his hand jump out of his pocket, but he was too slow and he had to turn
around while he tried to tug his hand out of the tight material.

"Where you just jerking off?" I asked, pretending to play the innocent
party here.

He shook his head to the point I thought it would drop off. "No Sir." He
said quickly, still facing away from me. He tried to feign interest in the
room.

I stepped around the small boy and looked down at his crotch. Sure enough,
right there as plain as the nose on my face was the outline of that little
cock I saw in the bathroom.

"Oh, now I've seen that before." I said without losing eye contact with his
crotch. I saw the little guy stiffen in both senses of the word.

The kid was mine now. I stepped around behind him and leaned over him,
pressing my own hardening member into his back. I reached down, over his
shoulders and cupped his balls in my right hand while I brought my mouth to
his ears. "If you want to continue this, strip naked and get into my bed, I
promise not to hurt you. Otherwise you can go back to your room and pretend
this never even happened. I'm going into my bathroom, and in thirty seconds
I'm coming out naked either way."

I licked his ear lightly and stepped back into my bathroom and closed the
door. Inside I stepped out of my underwear and admired myself in the
mirror. I was buff and well shaved.  Shaved was the thing these days if you
were buff. Some guys stopped at their crotch or neatly trimmed it. I like
to feel completely smooth so I had even been to the clinic to have the
whole lot lasered out less than a week ago so there wasn't even any
stubble. I would fondle my balls at night pretending it as a kids, and the
kid was feeling mine back.  It had brought me off a number of times.

I heard a thud and my heart leapt. I wasn't sure if the thud was a door
closing or something else. Thirty seconds should be up by now, I thought
and opened the door, half expecting to see the room empty. I saw a naked
foot disappearing into my bed and I grinned.

I stepped out and into my bedroom. There he was the little angel was lying
in my bed clutching the covers up by his eyes that were still frames by the
red spectacles. The floor around the bed was littered in his clothes and I
saw his underpants lying by my feet.  They were pink. He really was naked
under there, this kid really was something special. I reached down and
picked up the pink underpants and brought them to my nose. I smelled boy,
the scent of a boy that has spent all day with this material wrapped around
his sacred area that is soon going to be visited by my tongue. I noticed a
wet patch in the seat and though the boy might have been leaking in them,
but I noticed the patch was on the seat and not the crotch, which was
weird.

Placing the underwear on my sideboard for later and I pulled back the
sheets fully to see my pale alabaster boy lying face up in my bed. His
hands toyed nervously with his little hard cock. I climbed onto the bed and
scooted in next to him, pulling his hands away from his cock and letting my
hand roam the same spot as I brought my lips down to his. As my lips
touched his own, my hand explored his crotch and reached down to run my
finger over his rosebud, but my hand hit something solid.

I raised my head up from his and frowned quizzically. "What's this?" I
asked him as my finger closed around a rubber protrusion. The kid looked at
me with fear in his eyes again.

"My uncle makes me wear it afterwards." He told me awkwardly.

"After what?" I realised I was still frowning. I think I already knew the
answer, but I needed him to say it.

"After they have sex with me." He said and dipped his head in shame.

There it was. I knew it, his uncle was fucking the kid. I was even more
pissed now I knew this. It's not that his uncle got their first, but that
more than likely he was the reason the kid was so shy quiet and goddamn
scared of everything. It just occurred to me.

"They?" I blinked and sat up.

"Uncle Walker, Jeff and the others. They like to play with me, put things
in me and then send me off to do things." It was the longest thing I had
heard the kid say, but his words rang true. The kid was being used by those
two jerks and their friends. I wondered how many of them had used the kid
and what sort of stuff they stuck in him. I decided to find out and I
reached under the kid and started to tug on the rubber object.

"Don't, it'll..." He paused, realising that this was what I was going to
do.

"Hurt?" I tried to finish for him. "I'll take it slow."

He shook his head gently. "No, it'll leak."

I didn't care for leakage, especially when it came from this boy. I picked
up the boys legs and pushed them up and over his ears and got in behind
him. I got a good view of his smooth perineum, ballsack and the rubber
object stuck up his ass. I gave it a little tug and I felt it shift and I
watched his ass stretch over the object to the point that is was two inches
wide when the thing slipped out all the way with a squelch. I looked at the
butt plug in my hand and was impressed. This kid could take a two inch wide
plug up his ass all day.

As I pulled the plug out all the way I watched the dilated hole wink at me
and ooze out a white liquid. Looking at the plug I could see streakes of
white all over it. This kid had been used as cum dump and pretty recently
too by the looks of it. His hole was red and looked pretty well used. In my
career both as an actor and a buy fucker I've never had sloppy seconds, or
thirds or even fifths as it looked like in this case.

Some people might have been offput by the sight of a kids bum that was all
sticky with men's cum, but not me; I was feeling dirty and this whole
experience was just turning me on like nothing I had ever felt before.

"Uncle normally puts it into my mouth when he is using me."

I thought he was talking about my cock at first, but then saw his eyes
locked onto the flesh coloured plug in my hand, his mouth open and his
tongue sticking out a bit to recieved the scummy plug. This kid really was
a dirty slut, and I was loving it. Two could play at being dirty sluts.

I stuck two of my fingers into the loosened hole and immediatly a couple of
teaspoons of cum squirted out and started to dribble down his crack so I
used the plug to mop up the goo, before lifting the sodden toy to Jason's
eyes and he smiled. The kid actually smiled and flicked his tongue at me. I
pushed the toy into his mouth and his just suckled on it like some
ridiculously large pacifier. I almost creamed myself as I thought of all
that slop going down his throat. Not wanting to be outdone, I dove my
tongue into his sloppy hole and was rewarded by a little boyish gasp from
his and his rectum clamped down on my tongue, rewarding me with a dose of
the cum that was had been rammed there by a bunch of men previously. I
nibbled, sucked and licked as much as I could inside and around the hole
and was only stopped by him having an orgasm purely by my oral
administrations on his rear entrance. It was a dry cum and the kid seemed
to be a late bloomer, but at least it meant he could go again and again,
while for myself I would have to regulate myself for my own good.

I licked upwards and over to his balls before giving his sweet cock a suck
and a nibble bringing him to another orgasm. I liked up his body, pushing
my fingers into his boy hole while I kissed and licked at his nipples,
giving him another orgasm. I had four of my fingers inside him now, but it
was time to deliver the payload and give him the grand finale. I pulled the
plug out of his mouth and replace it with the four fingers that had just
been in his ass. He licked at them like his life depended on it, then I
shoved my dick into his pussy. It went in smoothly until half-way where my
dick bulged out to three inches wide. Few kids had taken my cock this far
without crying, but this kid had spent all day with a two inch plug in him
as well as the loads from god knows how many men sloshing about in him.

This kid was hissing through his teeth as he tried to push down on my dick,
trying to get more of my dick into his ass. I didn't want to hur the kid
and started to pull out.


"Don't you dare, not now." The kid said through his gritted teet and held
his hands out to me. "Hold me up."

I pulled him up so his legs were over my hips and were wrapping around my
waist and he brought his body up close to mine. I pulled back off the bed
so I was stoof on the hotel carpet floor with my dick halfway up this
really cute kid using only my spit and the cum from a number of men who
used him before me.

Jason lifted himself up so only the head of my dick wsas still inside him
and he made eye contact with him. I could read is expression and I knew
what he was going to do. I wanted him to, yet I didn't. I had no choice in
the matter as he slid down my cock and I felt the tightness of his ass slip
over the length of my entire cock as he buried his face into my chest and I
heard a whimper from the pain. Tough kid.

"You okay?" I asked quietly. He responeded by pumping himself back up and
over the widest part of my cock again and then back down with increasing
ease. He had done it he had impaled himself on my cock, all twelve inches
long by three inches wide at the middle.

So I started to fuck the little slut kid while stood up, bouncing him on my
cock for about fifteen minutes before I really started to slam into him
hard. I placed him on the edge of the bed and pushed his legs back over his
head and held them in place while I banged him for all it was worth. I
would pull out all the way and watch his hole gape open like some porn star
and I'd hammer it back in home with such force that his balls would bounce.

He had a number of dry orgasm's while I banged him, but it wasn't until we
were back standing up with him wrapping his arms and legs around me and his
tongue was halfway down my throat that I came, and I came hard and I would
have shouted into his mouth if he hadn't have clamped his teeth down on my
tongue.

I collapsed onto my bed, comepletely spent and actually feeling muscle
tiredness. He slid my sofening member out of his ass and shimmied down me
and started to suck on the member, cleaning his own juices, my cum and who
knows who eleses cum was still in there.  He climbed up and gave me a cummy
kiss, smiling as he did so.

I could have died happy at that moment, but I couldn't, I had to sign
autographs later today. I estimated I had about three hours before I had to
head on down. I looked at the angel who had just climbed into bed next to
me and he cuddled up to me. I could sleep for two hours, but then I needed
to shower.

We both fell asleep in each others arms.

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Let me know if you want me to continue. This was written as a one parter or
a possible multi-parter, so let me know.