Cutter09

Innocent to Indecent

Chapter 1

When I was eleven I went to live with a foster family. I had been in the county welfare system for a couple of years and this was the first time I had been placed in a foster home. My real mother was horrid, and my father worse.

So, I found myself living with Mr. David Oliver and his wife Gretchen. They were nice people, went to church every Sunday, never said bad words, and had a real clean house. I shared a bedroom with their real son, Gray.

I was so excited to be with a real family, and tried very hard not to rock the boat. You know, I offered to help with the dishes, and was polite, saying "yes sir" and "no ma'am". That kinda stuff.

After a few days, I was beginning to like it here with them. We were getting into a routine where I showered first, then Gray would take his shower. I sat on the bottom bunk (we had bunk beds in our room), waiting for him to finish. We usually played a few video games before going to sleep.

Gray finished his shower, and came in with his towel wrapped around his waist.

"Sorry little dude, I forgot my underwear," Gray said as he took off his towel.

Gray was almost fourteen, and I had never seen any older boys naked. Boy was I surprised. I know I was still growing, but I didn't think I would grow that much in just a couple of years. His dick was thick and swinging back and forth as he walked around. It looked huge compared to mine.

"I guess if we're gonna be living together, and sharing a room, we're gonna see each other eventually. Right?" Gray stated.

"S… Sure, Gray. No problem," I answered, my eyes never leaving his swinging dick.

Gray seemed to take an especially long time to find and put on his underwear. I had seen him in his underwear before, I just didn't pay attention. I still wore pajamas to bed. He always came back from the shower already in his underwear.

The next night after dinner we went to our room. Gray hadn't finished his homework before dinner so he had to do that. I sat quietly on my bunk.

"Do you like your new school?" Gray asked, not looking up from his work.

"Yeah. The teachers are nice. The kids are ok too," I told him.

"Any pretty girls in your class?" he continued.

"A couple."

"You didn't say anything to Mom about last night, did you?" he asked.

"What about last night?" I asked confused.

"Me forgetting my underwear."

"Why should I say anything about that? We're like, gonna be brothers. I don't want you telling on me if I forget my underwear."

Gray turned and smiled at me. "Thanks. No I won't tell on you either. What happens in this room, stays in this room. Right bro," He held out his hand offering a pact.

"Right," I said shaking his hand.

"I'm almost finished here. You want the shower first now's the time."

I took my shower and when I came out, Gray was waiting, naked. I acted like it was nothing, but I did get a good look at him again.

When he came out, I noticed his dick was puffier, and kinda red looking. He didn't have a boner, but it was bigger than last night.

He saw me looking at it. "Sorry little dude. I was just thinking about Mary Jane Hemsell in the shower"

I didn't understand his explanation, but he laughed a little, so I did too.

The next night, I was sitting on my bunk reading, when he came out. I see his feet come right next to where I'm sitting, so I look up and his dick is inches from my face.

"Dude! Watch where you're pointing that weapon," I said swatting it from my face as I back up.

"OW!… Oh… You're in for it now," Gray says as he grabs and starts tickling me.

We're wrestling all over my bed. He's tickling me and I'm squirming and trying to get away.

"Stop… Stop… "

"No, you hurt it's feelings."

"Stop. I'm gonna pee myself," I said laughing.

"No. you hurt it's feelings. Now you have to kiss it," Gray said, digging into my ribs again.

"Okay, okay. Just stop before I pee."

Gray stopped. I opened my eyes to find Gray on his knees right in front of me.

"Kiss it or I start again."

I scrunched my eyes closed, and puckered my lips, and leaned in for a quick peck.

"Not good enough. You really hurt his feelings. You gotta really mean it."

I puckered my lips and leaned toward him again. I kissed his dick, and it throbbed a bit.

"There," I said and I jumped up, and ran to pee.

When I came out, Gray was in his underwear sitting in his desk chair. I could tell he had a boner, but I didn't say anything. He didn't either. I just sat on my bunk and looked at him. We didn't play any video games that night.

The next night, I sat on my bunk in my pajamas, Gray got his underwear from his drawer and lay it on his bunk, just above my head. When he came out after his shower, he stood in front of me, as if reaching for his undies. His plump dick was right in my face again. I heard him whisper, "Kiss it."

Not wanting to be tickled again, I leaned in and kissed it. It got thicker and longer and stood out.

"Again. Better."

I kissed it longer, and he pressed it against my lips.

"Open."

"No" I said.

"Just a little. A good brother would," Gray informed me.

I opened my mouth a little, and Gray pressed forward.

The tip of his dick went in a little.

"A little more."

"Uhn uh,," I mumbled.

"Please?" he begged.

I wanted him to like me, so I did it. My mouth opened a little more, and his dick took advantage. Soon I had the whole head in my mouth.

Gray moaned, and I moved away. He acted as if nothing was different. We played video games and went to bed as usual.

I woke up later when I noticed the bed moving. Not like when someone turns over in their sleep, more like steady shaking that seemed to go on a long time.

The next day was Saturday. Gray went to his friend Eddie's house, and I helped Mrs. Oliver around the house. After dinner, I helped her with the kitchen. She was pleased that I had been so helpful today, and said so.

Back in our room, I heard the shower running already, so I started to read. When I sat on my bed, I noticed Gray's underwear on his bunk, just above where my head would be again. When Gray exited the bathroom, I was sitting just where he expected, and he stepped up to the bed. I looked at his dick as he stood in front of me.

He didn't immediately pick up his underwear, instead he acted like he was busy with something over my head. His dick moved back and forth with whatever he was doing up there. It also started getting longer and thicker. Soon I was looking straight at the slit on the end.

I knew Gray wanted me to kiss it again. That's why he was standing there. The slit wanted me to kiss it too. I could almost hear it talking to me. I stared at that engaging slit for an eternity before I took it into my mouth. Gray let out a moan, and so did I.

Gray moved back and forth a couple of times, pushing more into my mouth each time. I didn't leave it there long. Just long enough to stop hearing that slit calling me. Then I stood and went for my own shower. When I got undressed, I noticed I had a three inch boner sticking up. It stayed that way until I peed in the shower. Don't tell Mrs. Oliver I did that.

Gray and I didn't talk the rest of the night. We both just read on our bunks.

Sunday morning we went to church. Then had lunch at Denny's. Gray said we always have lunch at Denny's after church.

Back home, we were told to change out of our 'Sunday clothes' and go play. Gray got naked as soon as we were in our room. He stood silently by the bed as I got down to my underwear. I didn't want him to see that I had a boner from seeing him naked, but he did. He smiled at my little tent, and waited. I sat on my bunk, and he moved in front of me. His dick was already hard by then, and there was no reason to hide anymore, so I just took it into my mouth.

That slit was telling me to show it some love, so I swirled my tongue around it. Gray let out a moan and pushed deeper into my mouth. I wanted that slit in my throat, and I tried to take it there. I coughed and choked a bit, and Gray pulled back. I leaned forward to not let it escape, so Gray began to move it back and forth in my mouth.

"So good," Gray whispered.

I kept trying to get it in my throat, and Gray would pull back again just as I started to choke. Then Gray pushed into my throat, and I could see my nose mashed against the little tuft of hair he had at the bottom of his dick. I had that slit in my throat at last.

"Jesus… Cumming."

At first I thought Gray said "Jesus is coming," which kinda scared me, after the sermon we had just heard in church. Jesus was coming, and I had Gray's dick in my mouth.

Then I felt Gray's dick throb, and realized he was putting something in my throat. It was funny cause my nose was in his hair, his dick was in my throat, pumping god knows what down there, and my fingers were squeezing my little knob.

No, not funny, exciting. I was excited. Because we were doing something so wrong, that I was afraid of Jesus catching us doing it. Yet my dick was hard at the same time.

Gray pulled his dick out of my throat, "Thanks little dude. That was great."

That was all that was said about it. We played outside for awhile, then went back to our room and played video games ,just like best friends.

At bedtime, I showered first, and was waiting in my spot when Gray came out. He smiled at me.

"Waiting for something little dude?" he asked.

I was a little embarrassed because he knew I was waiting for it. But I nodded shyly.

He stepped closer, "Is this it?"

In answer, I wrapped my lips around his rising dick. He didn't have to move back and forth, I did it.

After about a minute, Gray said, "Lick my balls."

I had never touched his dick before, other than with my mouth, but I grabbed it and lifted it up so I could reach his balls with my tongue. Gray moaned again as I licked his balls. Then I looked that slit right in it's eye, licked it once, then swallowed it.

I put my hands on Gray's butt cheeks, and pulled until I felt his hair against my nose again. I kept pushing and pulling on his butt, until I got what I wanted. His legs trembled and his dick throbbed as I felt him squirt in my throat again.

"Cumming little dude," he groaned.

Monday after school, I hurried upstairs, Gray was right behind me. I sat on my spot and waited. Gray just stood there looking at me. Then he said, "You want it?"

I nodded.

"Say it."

"I want it," I said.

"Want what?"

"Your dick," I replied. And I did want it. Bad.

Gray unzipped and pulled it out. I latched onto it quickly.

"Damn, that feels good. You like it?"

I nodded without letting go of his dick. He grabbed my head and started going in and out of of my mouth. He pushed into my throat, and out again. He did this a while, never letting go of my head.

"Cumming," he said. But he didn't push into my throat this time. "Taste it."

I could feel it squirting on my tongue. When he finished, I swallowed it.

Gray looked at me funny.

"Did I do something wrong?"

"No, not at all," he answered.

That night I started toward the shower, "When you finish, don't put on your pajamas," Gray ordered.

I was scared because no one had ever seen me naked. I was scared, but hard. My three inch spike pointed straight up at my belly button.

I came out with my towel wrapped around me. Gray looked at me.

"Lose the towel," he said.

I dropped the towel, and put my hand over my little dick. I was still embarrassed for him to see it.

Gray made a swirling motion with his finger, indicating he wanted me to spin around. I did.

"Slower."

I turned slowly. When I was facing the bed, with my back to him, he said, "Stop."

"Mmm," he said. I heard him stand and then I felt his hand on my butt.

"Nice… Don't go anywhere, I'll be right back."

I think it was the quickest shower he ever took, but to me it seemed like I was standing there forever. I hardly moved at all, just waiting to find out what Gray had on his mind.

He came out, led by his hard dick. I watched it swing back and forth with each step he took. He got on my bed, and lay on his back.

"Okay, now you can have it."

I crawled up beside him and swooped down on his dick. After a minute, I grabbed it's base, and looked at it. My small hand barely covered half it's length and didn't close around it. The fat head and mostly the slit, is what really captivated me. I licked the whole shaft, then concentrated on that slit.

As I played with his dick, Gray reached over and put his hand on my butt. When I licked the head of his dick, I felt his finger at my butthole. I stuck my tongue into the slit, and he stuck his finger in my hole.

"Why'd you do that?" I asked.

"Does it hurt?"

"No, it's just weird."

I lowered my head to his dick again, and I felt him press deeper with his finger. I started bobbing up and down, and Gray did the same with his finger.

"That's funny," I said pulling off his dick.

"Do you like it?"

"Yeah, I guess," I answered after a moment.

:Turn this way a little,," Gray instructed.

I did as I was told, and he pushed his whole finger in.

Oh…," I moaned.

Gray pushed my head back to his dick, and I took it in. He moved his finger in time with my head. I could feel his knuckles on my buttcheek, so I know his whole finger was going in me. I bobbed faster, so he would move his finger faster.

"You do like it," Gray observed.

I nodded and kept sucking.

"I'm gonna cum little dude."

I wanted to taste it again, so I pulled back a little, and his dick deposited a bunch on my tongue.

"You're special," Gray said, as he got out of my bed. He went to the bathroom, then turned out the light and climbed up to his bunk. "Good night little dude."

I didn't know what he meant by that, but I was glad he thought I was special.

Tuesday was a repeat of Monday. Almost. We got home from school, and I sat on my bunk. Gray was paying no attention to me though. He piddled around the room doing nothing really, and I was waiting.

Finally I almost yelled, "Gray!"

"What little dude?" Gray answered.

"Come on. Okay, can I have it, please?"

"What?"

"Your dick," I groaned.

"Oh. Are you ready for your treat?"

I nodded anxiously.

Gray slowly unbuckled his pants, pulled them off, then slid his briefs down. My eyes never left his crotch as his dick sprang into view.

He sat beside me on my bunk, and I was on it instantly. Gray put his hand on the back of my head and showed me the rhythm he wanted. Then he rubbed my butt.

"Open your pants."

I did it without taking my mouth off his dick. His hand slid down the back of my pants and underwear. His finger found my hole, and pushed in. I was starting to get used to it being there so I didn't react.

Gray suddenly jumped up and went to the bathroom. He came back and lay down beside me again. "Put your butt up this way again," he said.

I got in the same position I was in last night, and went back to his dick. I felt his finger b at my hole, and pushed back at it. But it was different, thicker. I figured out he had two fingers in me. They slid back and forth easily, and I kinda liked it.

Gray felt the front of my pants. "Little dude, you have a boner. You like this don't you?

I nodded, "Mm hm."

He worked my butt a little more then said, "Want to try three fingers?"

I nodded again.

He pulled out, then I felt pressure, and his fingers began to enter me.

"MMM," I groaned."

I was having trouble concentrating on his dick while his fingers went in and out of me.

He stopped, and I pushed back with my butt.

"Suck me, while I finger fuck you."

Finger fuck? I had heard the word fuck. Gray was fucking me with his fingers?

I moaned again, swallowed his dick and pushed my butt back on his fingers.

Gray got pretty excited and began to really finger my butt hard and fast. Suddenly he shot his juice in my mouth.

"Don't stop… suck it….Oh jesus you're good."

He relaxed after a minute. His breathing was heavy. "Did you like that little dude?"

I nodded.

"Want to do it again tonight?"

I nodded faster, and smiled. "Can we?"

"Sure. That's what brothers are for. We do things for each other."

Gray said the magic word. Brothers.

That night I was anxious to show Gray I could be a good brother. I would do things for him. If that meant sucking his dick, well that was okay with me.

I sat on my bunk waiting for him to get out of the shower. He came out, his dick was already hard, and looked kinda shiney. So did his hand.

"Lay on your tummy," Gray instructed.

I did as he said, and his finger went straight to my hole. It slid in easily, he worked it a bit, then he added a second. After a minute, he added a third finger.

"Do you like that?"

"Mm hm," I replied.

"Are you ready for your treat?"

"Yes."

"What do you want," he asked leadingly.

He always made me ask before he would let me suck his dick. "Your dick," I replied, expecting to get another creamy load in my mouth.

I felt the pressure on my hole again, but it wasn't his fingers. He lay on my back, and pushed his dick into me. It hurt, but felt good at the same time. It went deeper than his fingers, and I moaned.

"You like that?"

"Yes," I whispered.

"You're a good little brother," Gray said as he pushed even deeper.

He slowly pulled almost out, then back in. Then again, and I felt his balls against mine. Gray moved in and out of me for a few minutes, groaning the whole time.

"Little dude, I knew your butt would feel good, but this is awesome."

He liked being in me. My big brother liked me.

Gray started going faster, "Tell me you like me fucking you."

"I like it Gray. I like you fucking me," I grunted.

"You know, if I cum in you, you're mine," Gray whispered in my ear.

"Cum in me Gray. "lease, cume in me."

"I'm gonna cum in you little dude. Gonna make you my wife."

Wife? I wanted to be his brother.

Gray pushe real deep and I felt his dick throb. I knew he was cumming in me.

"Little dude, you are something else. I love fucking you," Gray said, as he pulled his dick out of my butt.

"Really Gray? You love fucking me?"

"Sure little dude, you're special," he said as he climbed into his bunk.

I had a sudden need for the toilet, and dashed in. When I came out, Gray laughed a little.

"Too much for you to hold?"

"Yeah," I laughed too.

"You'll get used to it."

Wednesday after school, I sat on my bunk and waited for Gray to let me have my treat.

"You need some treat now to hold you till tonight?" he asked.

I nodded my head, and he unzipped his pants.

As I sucked it, I thought about how it felt in my butt. It wasn't bad, I kinda liked it actually. I took his dick from my mouth, and looked at it. I couldn't believe it had been inside me. It was so big.

"You really love my cock, don't you little dude?"

"Yes."

"Then show me," Gray demanded.

I took it back into my mouth, until he shot his stuff into my throat.

That night, Gray again told me not to put on my panamas. When I came out of the shower, he said, "Wait for me on the bed. On your stomach."

As I waited, I noticed my little spike was hard. I rubbed it against the sheet, and it felt good. I was sorta moving my butt up and down, enjoying the sensations, when Gray came out and saw me.

"Little dude is anxious again. Don't worry, I'll give you what you need."

Gray got on my back and put his dick at my hole. "You want it don't you?"

"Mm nmm."

He pushed in. It hurt, but I didn't yell. "Is that what you want? You want my dick in you?"

"Mm hmm"

"Say it."

"I want your dick in me," I replied.

He fucked me for a few minutes, then said, "Before you came, Eddie slept here when he spent the night."

He fucked me a little more. "Maybe he should spend the night again. I bet you would like him to fuck you too."

"But I'm your wife, not his," I argued.

"If you're mine, I can share you with whoever I want."

He fucked me real hard for a minute, "Say It."

"I want you both to fuck me," I groaned, as I got a really nice feeling in my pecker.

Gray pulled his dick out of me after it got soft. This sent another tingle to my dick.

"I'll ask Mom if Eddie can come over this weekend," Gray said, as if it was a promise of good things to come.

I wondered if that feeling I got was what Gray called cumming. At least now I knew why he liked fucking me.

Thursday afternoon Gray got his dick sucked as usual. I was really getting used to doing it, and kinda looked forward to it. Gray knew it too.

"I asked Mom. She said Eddie could come over. Just think, tomorrow you will get to suck two dicks."

I was excited and scared. What if Eddie didn't like me sucking his dick? Maybe he wouldn't even want it. What would Eddie's dick look like anyway?

That night Gray fucked me really hard. "I don't want you to forget who you belong to," I guess I liked it because I got that feeling again.

Eddie came over after school. He brought a sleeping bag with him. The door to our room was barely closed, when Gray said, "This here is the best wife a boy could have."

He pulled out his dick, and I took it into my mouth right away.

"You were right Gray. The little fag loves that shit."

"Try it for yourself," Gray invited.

Eddie unzipped. His dick wasn't as big as Gray's, but I didn't mind. I sucked it just as good as I would Gray's.

"Oh Dude. He's fucking amazing," Eddie said as he shot his stuff in my mouth after only a minute.

"Told ya. Wait till you try his ass," Gray bragged.

When we went to the room that night, Gray said, "Go ahead and shower first little dude. You definitely won't be needing your pajamas tonight, though."

He and Eddie high fived and laughed at that. Eddie showered next.

"You're my guest. You can have him first while I shower. Did you lube?"

Eddie pulled off his towel and showed Gray his shiney dick.

I lay on my stomach, but Eddie said, "Turn over."

I turned over. "Aw you have a cute little dick," Eddie said, then added, "But i'm only interested in your pussy tonight."

He got on the bed, "Lift your legs," Eddie found my hole and pushed in. Then he leaned down and kissed me. I put my arms around his neck and he started fucking me. It was different than the way Gray does. I kinda pushed my butt up at him as he slid in and out of me.

"You may not have tits, but you sure kiss like a girl, and fuck like one too."

Gray and Eddie fucked me twice each before we went to bed. Eddie didn't want to sleep in his bag. He slept with me. He fucked me twice more too.

We woke up Gray. and he said, "Give it a rest man, I'm trying to sleep."

"You get him all the time. This is my only chance," Eddie said and kept fucking me.

Well it wasn't his only chance. In fact, He and Gray fucked me for the rest of the school year. Most weekends Eddie stayed over, and they took turns. I'm surprised I ever took a shit again, one of them was in me all the time. I never complained though. I liked it a lot.

First week of summer, Gray and I were alone in the house. He liked me to tell him how much I liked his big dick while he was fucking me. He was right, I did. And it had gotten even bigger since we had first started fucking.

We were on our knees with Gray sliding his dick in me.

"Oh yeah. Gray. Fuck me with that big cock. I love your cock in my ass."

That is when the door opened, and Mrs. Oliver fainted.

Chapter 2

Mr. Hudson was not happy to see me back at the county home. He was not a happy man to begin with, and if you saw his wife, you would know why.

I had been gone eight months, and now was twelve years old. The older the kid, the harder to get rid of him. People liked taking in younger kids, older ones they figure are too warped. I guess that is true. I was certainly more warped than I was before going to live with the Olivers.

The boys section of the county home has a long hallway with rooms on either side, leading to a large 'dorm' room. The dorm room has ten single beds on each side, and four bunk beds at one end. The dorm is for younger boys, the rooms on the hall have a set of bunk beds and desk and a chest of drawers. These rooms are for older kids.

The rule of thumb being thirteen and older got a room, under thirteen was in the dorm. Of course there was some grey area when on older kid had to be in the dorm, until a room was vacated. Or a younger kid got a room until a bed in the dorm was vacated. Seems that someone thought older boys need more privacy, and had only to share with a roommate, not twenty seven other boys.

When I had been there before, I was in the dorm with the little kids. On my return, I got a room. Carlos was my roommate.

Carlos was new to me, he hadn't been there before I left. Some of my friends were gone, and new kids were there. That was the nature of a county children's home.

The first night in my new room, ten minutes after lights out, the metal framed bunk bed started shaking. I immediately recognized the rhythmic shaking. I wondered what Carlos was packing between his fourteen year old legs. He was older than me but shorter. I wondered if his dick was short and squat like him.

By the third day, I had gotten pretty friendly with Carlos, even playfully bantering back and forth. Every night, like clockwork, Carlos beat his meat ten minutes after lights out.

On the fourth night, when the bed began to shake, I whispered up at Carlos, "If you would stop hammering your nail, it might grow."

The bed stopped shaking. "What?" he whispered back.

"Stop jerking off, I'm trying to sleep."

He didn't say anything else, but a minute later the bed started shaking again.

I waited for him to finished, then I started. I was making sure to shake the bed as much as possible.

"See dude, you do it too," he whispered.

"You made me," I responded.

The next night, same thing. "Again, Carlos?" I whispered.

He was quiet for a moment, then said, "What did you mean last night?"

"About what?"

"You said I made you," Carlos replied.

"I was thinking about what you were doing, and got hard."

After another silent minute, "You want to watch?"

I got out of my bunk, and Carlos pulled his covers back. With the light coming in the window, I could just make out his dick. It wasn't as big as Gray's, but it was bigger than I expected on such a little guy.

He started stroking his dick, then asked "Are you hard?"

I nodded. He couldn't see from the top bunk, but I was rubbing my dick too.

"Let me see," Carlos said, and leaned over and looked down at my crotch.

I stepped back and pulled the front of my pajamas down.

The whole time Carlos is wailing on his dick. "You don't have any hair."

"No."

"Can you cum?" he asked.

"Not yet," I admitted.

"Turn around. Let me see your butt."

I turned and dropped the back of my pajamas.

"Your butt is so pretty and white. It looks like a girl's butt."

I turned back just in time to see Carlos let loose with a huge load. I don't think he saw me subconsciously lick my lips.

The next night, he started again.

"Hey, You're gonna make me want to do it too," I whispered up at him.

He mumbled something I didn't hear, so I got out of my bunk and stood looking at him "What?"

"I said you could do me instead," he repeated.

I wasn't sure if he was serious. I slowly moved my hand under his cover. Carlos flipped his cover off, to expose his hard dick.

I was still hesitant, "You sure?"

In answer, Carlos moved his hips closer to me. I grasped his dick and started stroking it. I realized it felt different than the others I had stroked. He was uncut. My first uncut dick.

Mmm. You do that good," Carlos complimented. I stood on the rail of the bottom bunk to get closer and better leverage. Carlos reached down and grasped my dick through my pajamas, giving it a little squeeze. His hand slid around and squeezed my butt too. That was enough to set him off. He shot another huge load all over his stomach.

We didn't talk about our late night play the next day. It was if it never happened. Until lights out.

I heard Carlos clear his throat, the way you do if you're trying to get someone's attention. A minute later he did it again, only louder.

"What?" I whispered.

"C'mere"

I stood on the rail of my bunk again and looked at him. He removed his cover, waive his dick at me, and said "Do it."

I reached for his dick, and began stroking. After a minute, Carlos said, "Suck it."

I wanted to. But I couldn't let him know that.

"Let me have the top bunk, and I will."

He was quiet for a minute then said, "Five times."

"Deal. Come down."

I sat on the bunk and he stood in front of me, Just like Gray used to. The moment I took him into my mouth, Carlos let out a moan and grabbed my head. He fucked my mouth quick and hard. I barely got to taste his dick, before he shot in my throat.

The next four nights, ten minutes after lights out Carlos would climb down and I would suck him. He got better at it, letting me suck for awhile before grabbing my head and fucking my throat quickly.

We never talked about it. During the day it was business as usual. At night I sucked.

After his fifth blow job, Carlos lay on the bottom bunk, and I climbed up on top. Later I felt the bed shaking, but he didn't say anything.

The next night, after lights out, I whispered, "I think I like the bottom better."

He mumbled something. I looked over the edge and down at him and said, "What?"

He replied, "I like your bottom too."

I climbed down. "I'll let you play with my bottom for the bottom bunk."

"Five times."

"Deal."

Carlos stood, and I could see the tent in his pajamas. He pawed at my butt a bit, then turned me around.

He wrapped his arms around my belly and tried to hump up at me. I was too tall for him, so I bent my knees a bit, and lowered my pajama bottoms.

Carlos immediately started thrusting his pajama clad dick in the crack of my butt. His arms were around me again, so I reached behind and slid his pajama bottoms down. He leaned out a bit, and let his dick spring up and into my crack.

"Mmm, nice," Carlos said as his dick slid up and down my crack. He must have really liked that because I felt his cum on my back shortly.

After lights out the next night, I climbed down, and Carlos jumped up. I lowered my pajama bottoms, and Carlos reached for some hand cream on the desk. It wasn't there earlier, so he must have brought it out just for this.

With his dick all slicked up, I bent my knees, and Carlos slid his slippery dick up and down my crack. He did it real slow for him. Usually he likes to go fast.

My knees began to hurt, so I raised up for a minute. When I bent them again, he pushed up, and his dick head went right to my pucker.

"Sorry," he said, and adjusted his angle to slide up my crack.

"It's ok," I said, and he kept humping my crack.

I straightened up again. When I came back down, and his dick went to my hole, he paused again.

"It's okay Carlos," I said, and went a bit lower. His dick pushed against my pucker, and Carlos pushed up. He slid inside, and we both let out a moan.

"Sorry," he said.

"I'm not. It's okay just do it," I bent over so he could get deeper. He fucked me fast, and groaned when he emptied inside me.

The next night, I spread my towel on the floor to lay on. Carlos greased up his dick and lay on top of me. I put his dick at my hole and he pushed in. He was slower this time, wrapping his arms around me as he moved in and out. When he came, he let his dick slide out as it shrunk, then he kissed my neck before he got off my back.

The next two nights was the same. Each time he went slower and I think he wanted me to enjoy it too. I did. My dick rubbing the towel, while his plowed me inside, made me cum. Well not cum, but orgasm at least.

After our deal was completed, he went back to the top bunk, and I to the bottom. We had another quiet night of both of us jerking off by ourselves.

The next day was Sunday. We always have warm donuts for breakfast on Sundays. I guess it's the kitchen staff's day off, because we have sandwiches for lunch, and pizza for dinner. The rest of the week we had good meals. The head cook was really good.

Most of us like the donuts, me included. We are allowed to get two at a time. If we want more we have to wait till everyone has gotten two.

I had already eaten my first two, when Carlos sat down.

He saw me watching the line, "Going back for more?"

"Yeah, just waiting for everyone to get through the line," I answered.

"Here, take mine. I'll get back in line," He handed me his plate.

Now, this might seem like just a friendly gesture. But it's huge. I've been in the system for years, and nobody does this, especially not Sunday donuts.

That night after lights out, I whispered "Thanks for the donuts, Carlos."

"You're welcome."

I lay there for a moment trying to not seem anxious. "Got any more hand cream?"

I think Carlos flew off that top bunk. And I was on the towel before he got greased. But I lay on my back, and raised my knees. Carlos grinned down at me, and got between my legs. He kissed me on the lips as he slid his dick into me. I think his lips never left mine as he fucked me a long time, slowly moving in and out of my butt.

When I felt him spasm in me, I had an orgasm too. Only it was different. Then he pulled away, and he saw me smiling.

"What?" he asked.

"You made me cum."

"Don't move," he said, and got a penlight from his drawer.

Shining it on my belly, we see two little drops of cum.

Carlos's face lit up brighter than the penlight. He leaned down and licked the cum off my belly, then took my dick in his mouth to get the last drop from it.

"Thanks," he said.

Every Monday, our weekly chore list is posted. Since I had been back, Mr. Hudson had been giving me the shittiest chores. Last week it was mopping. It's hard because we use these huge industrial mops and have to do the dorm, hall, break room, and bathrooms.

This week, I was on trash detail. It's not really hard, but nasty and smelly. The only good thing about trash detail is your the last one to do your chore, so you get to spend the time in the break room watching tv or doing a jigsaw puzzle or something.

Just as I was starting to gather the trash, Carlos comes in. "Let me do that for you."

It may not seem like much to you, but this is even bigger than giving me his donuts.

Monday night, the lights went out, my towel hit the floor, Carlos was on me and in me within one minute of lightsout. He was smart enough to keep his lips on mine, so we didn't make too much noise. But I'm sure that wasn't the only reason.

I should explain here, that there is a girls section too. If you look at the building from the air, it kind of resembled "The Starship Enterprise". The dining hall and offices were the body of the ship, the two 'wings' of the ship were the boys section, and the girls section. The place could house a little over a hundred kids. In the back, connected by a breezeway, was the Rec Hall.

Even though the kids were taken by bus to public schools, we weren't allowed to be away from the home. We really couldn't have friends on the 'outside' because we didn't get to socialize outside.

So, many of the older kids had girlfriends and boyfriends that were also in the home.

If you were lucky, you would get to hang around them during Rec Hall activities. Whenever we weren't in school, or doing chores. There was a lot of time in the Rec Hall, and after school, and during summer.

Sometimes on Saturday nights, we would have a film in the Rec Hall. You could sit with your girlfriend/boyfriend, maybe hold hands when they turned down the lights for the film. If you were lucky, or one of their favorites, you might be able to sneak out around back of the building and smooch with your girl.

Well, Carlos had a girlfriend. Celia. Cute girl, but she also was taller than Carlos. And like all boys that age, he would brag about getting blowjobs or whatever from their girls.

Tuesday morning, Carlos again did the trash for me. After lunch, we were sitting in the breakroom watching tv, when Don came in.

"Hey Carlos. I heard you broke up with Celia. Why?"

"I have my eye on someone else," he said, then grinned at me.

Let me tell you, Carlos got his eyeballs fucked out that night. And every night after.

He turned into a pretty good lover too. He always made sure I had cum from him fucking me. If not, he would suck me.

There are two bathrooms in the boys section. One large, one small. The large one is next to the big dorm. It has four toilets, four sinks, and a big shower with six shower heads. Most of the little kids would shower six at a time. The older boys too would double or triple up in there. But they weren't allowed to shower when the little ones were in there.

The small bathroom near the opposite end of the hall, had only one toilet, one sink, and one shower stall. Unlike the big bathroom, it also had a door with a latch.

I wasn't allowed to shower with the little boys, and I was embarrassed to shower when any big boys were in there, because I still didn't have any pubic hair. So I preferred to use the small bathroom shower.

So, a couple of days later, I was in the shower, and I heard a light tapping on the door. I stuck my head out of the shower, and unlatched the door to see who it was.

Carlos pushed in quickly, and latched the door. He threw off his robe, and stepped into the shower with me.

We were taking a big chance, but we didn't care. He bathed me from head to foot, and I washed him too. Then I bent over and let him have me, right there in the shower, long before lights out. When he shot his load in me, I squirted on the tile wall.

That night he fucked me again after lights out.

None of the rooms have doors, but the closets inside the room does. Sometimes during the day, we would go in the closet for a quick suck or fuck. I guess we were literally 'in the closet'. More than a few times, we were almost caught.

For my thirteenth birthday, Carlos gave me a ring. It couldn't have cost much, and I have no idea where or how he got it. It was just a plain gold band, but it meant a lot to me.

Two weeks later, I came in the room, to find Carlos packing a bag. He was crying.

"What's going on?" I asked dumbfounded.

He turned and looked at me. Tears streaming down his face. I had never seen anyone so sad in all my life. Then kissed me, hard. He left the room and ran down the hall to the main part of the building.

I just sat on my bunk in shock. I was still sitting there, I don't know how much later, when a shadow crossed into the room.

It was Tommy. "You know I get the top bunk, right?" Were his first words to me as roommates.

Tommy was sixteen, had been there a long time, and was one of the 'favorites' of the staff. He had been in the first room, of the hall forever it seemed. It was a little larger and had two closets, and was furthest from the noisy machinery of air conditioning, heating, etc. for the whole building, which was just outside the boys section.

"Take it," I said with a wave of my hand. I sat there as Tommy took over all of Carlos's space, making several trips up and down the hallway with his things.

I didn't go to dinner that night. I sat in my room for a few minutes, then decided to shower while no one was around. I reached into my drawer to get clean underwear, and on top of my undies was an note.

"They are sending me to live with my grandparents in Missouri. I hope I don't see you before I leave. I don't think I can leave if you are near. This is really tearing me up inside.

I love you."

Carlos.

I cried all through my shower, and was still crying when Tommy came back from dinner. He saw me crying, and muttered, "Pussy," Then left to go watch tv.

Tommy wasn't usually mean to me, or anyone really. I guess he was pissed because he had to move 'down' to my room. I'm sure it was a major blow to his ego, not to mention his status in the pecking order.

He returned later, grabbed his shower stuff, and left again. Ten minutes later he came back with a towel around his waist.

After showers, we hang our towels on the metal bed frame to dry, so they don't get moldy in the laundry basket.

He takes off his towel, and hangs it on the frame. Suddenly I'm faced with the biggest dick I have ever seen. It was at least a couple of inches longer and thicker than Gray's, and close to twice the size of Carlos's,

He's standing there, probably getting his bunk ready, but in my head,I'm suddenly back with Gray. I guess I was in some form of shock at the loss of Carlos, because I just reached out and grabbed that big dick.

Tommy jerked away so fast, he almost pulled me off the bunk.

"Hey… Dude… What the fuck?"

I guess he noticed the look on my face. He leaned out the door, and peered up and down the hall. Then sat beside me, and put his arm around my shoulder.

"Are you okay?" he ask with real concern.

I shook my head no.

He pulled me close, and my hand went on his knee. I saw the ring Carlos had given me, and I started crying again.

"It's gonna be alright," Tommy said, giving me a reassuring squeeze.

My hand moved up to his dick. I felt it respond to my touch, just as Tommy pulled away from me.

"Did you and Carlos… you know… do things?" he asked.

I nodded, and cried harder.

He jumped up and peeked up and down the hall again.

"Shh… It'll be alright," he said, sitting back next to me.

"What am I gonna do without Carlos?" I blubbered.

"Well, to start with, Don't just grab my cock like that."

"I'm sorry."

"You have to wait til lights out before grabbing a guy's cock," He said with a grin.

Just after lights out, Tommy whispered, "Still want to?"

"Yes."

He came down. He sleeps in just his briefs, and they barely contained what was inside. I reached for his waist, and pulled down his briefs. I tried to swallow his whole dick, but didn't come close.

"Oh, Jesus. You're even better than Deb," Deb was Tommy's girlfriend.

I suddenly remember a rumor that he had been caught fucking Deb on the bus a couple of days before. It was summer, so the bus isn't used much, unless a bunch of kids are going somewhere.

I took my mouth off. "Is it true you were caught fucking Deb on the bus."

"No. I was about to when they caught us. If they had only been fifteen seconds later, I would have had my dick in her."

"Have you ever… you know… fucked a girl?"

"To be honest, no. But don't tell anybody. I have a reputation to uphold."

"You want to?" I asked, looking at his big, scary, dick.

"Sure, dude. Know anybody who will?" He laughed.

"Me."

Tommy looked at me curiously. "You sure?"

I threw my towel on the floor, and handed him the hand cream.

As I lay down and put my feet in the air, Tommy realized I was serious.

When his fat cock penetrated me, I let out a groan. Tommy put his hand over my mouth, and waited for me to calm down.

"You have to be quiet," he whispered.

"Carlos would kiss me to be sure we didn't make too much noise."

Tommy nodded, and leaned down to kiss me. He began working his way into me a little at a time. God does he have a big cock.

We were both moaning pretty good as he went deeper than anyone had before. Soon I felt his balls on my butt, and he began long strokes.

I don't know if I'll ever forget Carlos, but Tommy's big cock could sure take my mind off the loss for a few minutes.

After a few minutes, Tommy pulled his lips from mine. "Now I know why Carlos dumped Celia. Your ass is way better than any girl could be."

"Do you mean that?"

"Yes, for sure," he said as he gave me a few morel deep strokes.

"You can have me anytime. If you stop seeing Deb."

"Consider it done."

He fucked me to two orgasms before leaving his load in me.

Tommy may not be as sweet as Carlos, but he is a hell of a good fuck buddy.

Tommy dropped Deb the next day. I rewarded him with a blow job. I couldn't take his whole cock into my throat, but I did what I could. He didn't shoot as big a load as Carlos, but it was very tasty.

After a week of taking his cock every night, I had become addicted to it. He could fuck for a long time, and always made me cum too. At least once. I could hardly keep my hands off him. Getting dressed in the morning, I wanted to play with his cock. Most days he would let me.

When he came back to our room after showering, I would blow him, if we could. After lights out, we fucked like bunnies.

Then one day Mr. Hudson got mad at someone else. Robert. Changes were made, Tommy was moved back to his former room, and Robert was moved to mine.

Robert is a nice enough guy. Not as tall as Tommy, and stockier. Very muscular, black, and known for his dancing abilities.

I found other things he should be known for. He wasn't as tall as Tommy, nor quite as long. But he was much thicker, and had a huge head on his cock.

It was his second night as my roommate, when he came back after his shower. He asked me to apply some greasy stuff to his hair.

I wasn't familiar with it, and he said "It's a black thing."

He sat at the desk with his towel around his waist as I applied the stuff. His towel parted enough for me to see that fat knob laying on the chair. I almost dropped the stuff.

So I'm standing there putting this stuff at his roots, and combing it. But my eyes kept dropping to that towel gap. When I finished with one side, I went around the chair to start the other. My own erection brushed against Robert's arm, and I actually had to draw my midsection away from him to apply the stuff or it would have been on him as I worked. He saw me in the closet mirror, sorta hunched over his head, with my pajamas tented.

"Something got you excited?" Robert chuckled.

"Uh… No," I lied, and glanced back at his lap.

I noticed that that fat knob was now a little more exposed. I watched as it stretched, sliding along the towel covered chair, then lifting off the chair. As it rose, it came up in the gap, and separated it more till his cock was sticking up passed his belly button.

"Jesus Christ," I whispered.

"You're looking at it like my girlfriend does, just before I stick it in her. Hurry up and finish with that shit."

I finished the application, and Robert went to the shower to rinse it off or something. He returned just before lights out.

He took off his towel and stood in front of me.

"Better get it good and wet. I'm gonna tear that white ass up."

"There's cream on the chest," I said.

He reached for it just as the lights went out.

"On your knees," Was all he had to say.

He covered my mouth with his hand and pushed that fat knob into me.

I've never had anything that hurt so bad. And after the initial pain, I never had anything feel so good.

He wasn't as good as Tommy, but he was enthusiastic. He fucked me hard, like he was trying to hurt me. It did, but I liked it too.

"Man you got yourself a nice boypussy. I'm gonna like it in here a lot."

I wasn't as addicted to Robert as I was to Tommy. I mean, I liked getting fucked by him but I really liked Tommy and how he fucked better. Robert's thick head did some amazing things though. It was like a plunger, churning my insides.

The problem was Robert was black. The kind of black kid with a chip on his shoulder. To him everything was the white man's fault. I don't mean to sound racist, I know I'm not. I'm an equal opportunity fuck. I had fucked white guys, but I also fucked Carlos, a mexican. I also didn't give a second thought to letting Robert fuck me. Hell, I like getting fucked.

But Robert considered it a conquest over the white man. He had a white sex slave from his point of view.

Carlos and Tommy made love to me. They even dropped their girls for me. Robert treated me like shit.

"Get down on your knees and suck this cock, Cracker," He'd say. Or "That white pussy loves black cock, don't it."

I wanted to tell him I love cock. I didn't care what color it was. After a week of his shit, I was getting tired of it. I could get fucked by whoever was my roommate, and I didn't need to be treated bad to get it.

I wrote a note and slipped it under Mr. Hudson's office door. I just said, 'Come to room one in the boy's dorm after lights out.'

Several things happened that I didn't count on. The first was that Robert would invite a friend to fuck me that night too. Not that I minded two at once. It's just that in our world, you didn't want anyone to know you were involved in homosexual behavior. It could be the kiss of death for you.

Carlos and Tommy never told anyone because they had a reputation to maintain. Guys in prison or institutionalized in any form, can be straight, but still be involved in gay stuff just to get release.

I also didn't expect the reaction from Mr. Hudson. I thought he would come in and find Robert fucking a younger smaller kid, and move him to another room.

What Mr. Hudson found that night was me being spit roasted between Robert and his friend Riley. Robert was trying to shove his fat cock down my throat, while Riley was sliding his longer but thinner cock, in and out of my ass.

We had been at it a while, and I had concluded that Mr. Hudson didn't get my note. So, I was just getting into the fucking I was receiving, when the light in my room came on.

Chapter 3

"Get your underwear on," was all Mr. Hudson said.

Robert and Riley withdrew from me instantly. I was disappointed and relieved at the same time.

I sort of smirked at them as they put on their briefs, their big cocks receding rapidly.

"You too." Hudson said to me.

I wasn't expecting that. I was the victim here.

Boys were gathering in the hall as Mr. Hudson marched us away. I can imagine what the gossip would be the next day.

Mr. Hudson dropped the other two at his office, and locked the door. Then he took me upstairs to a small storage room and locked me in.

It was probably half an hour until he returned. "Your friends are gone. Police took them to detention. But you. You I have special plans for. I know why the Olivers sent you back. I know all about you and Carlos. I even know about Tommy. So, I called a distant relative of mine. He's been looking for someone with your particular skill set, and willing to pay handsomely for it."

"My skill set?"

"Yes. And before your escort arrives, I think I should avail myself of it. Because after tonight, I will never see you again. My records will indicate you ran off when your friends were taken away."

Mr. Hudson unzipped his pants. "Show me how good you are with your mouth. I hear you're excellent."

Hudson is a big guy. About 6'3" and around 250 pounds. His dick only stuck straight out about four and a half inches, but really thick. Of course he probably had another inch or two hidden in his fat pubis.

I hadn't passed up an opportunity to suck a dick, and I wasn't going to start now. I took that fat cock into my mouth and worked it like my life depended on it. It actually may have for all I knew.

Oh Jesus. You really are good at that. I should have doubled your price. Ahh.. suck that cock you slut."

He shot his load in under a minute. A very small, watery load at that.

"They'll be here shortly," Hudson said zipping his pants.

He took me to his office, where we waited. "What did you mean by double my price?" I asked.

"I should have gotten twenty grand instead of only ten. Doesn't matter now."

"Can I at least get some clothes on?"

"You won't be needing any," he laughed.

His phone rang just then. "Yeah… You got the cash?…I'll meet you out front."

A black Cadillac pulled up the driveway as Hudson drug me out by my arm. A man in a suit got out and handed Hudson an envelope.

"Good riddance you little shit." Hudson said pushing me toward the guy.

The man was kinda good looking, and I was still worked up. I couldn't help but wonder what his dick looked like. He got in the back seat with me, and pulled out a syringe.

"Hey wait! You don't need to do that. I won't give you any trouble," I pleaded.

"You sure kid? Cause the alternative is a bullet."

"I promise. Where am I gonna go in just my underwear?"

He looked me over, then pulled out his phone.

"Boss. Remember you said you needed something special. I might have found it."

I heard the voice on the other end say, "You willing to pay back Ricardo if you're wrong?"

He covered the microphone with his hand. "How are you at sucking dick?" he asked me.

"I got Hudson off in under a minute." I bragged.

"Yeah, Boss. I think so," he said into the phone.

"Okay, send it."

"Kid I just did you a big favor. I hope I'm right about you."

"Who's Ricardo?"

"Ricardo is the guy you were going to. He would've drugged you and used you for ten or twelve years, then sold you to someone who would treat you even worse. Now you're going to be in the boss's personal stable. You'll be treated like a king there."

"What if the boss doesn't like me?" I asked nervously.

"Then I'm out ten grand, and you get a bullet. Either way, you're much better off. Believe me."

It seemed like we drove forever, I even fell asleep. The next thing I know the driver is waking me.

"Time to get up kid, our ride is here."

I look out, and there's a helicopter in front of us. It's dark outside so I couldn't really see it too good, but I got excited because I've never been on a helicopter, or a plane either.

It was kinda fun watching things get smaller below us. Then I realize we're flying over water. It got less interesting with nothing to see except the lights of an occasional boat.

Suddenly we're landing on a yacht.

"We get out here," my escort said.

A guy in a uniform greets us. "The boss is already asleep. He'll see you in the morning." He showed us to a room below deck.

"What's your name?" I asked my escort.

"Marc."

"I owe you for saving my life," I told him as I reached for his belt.

His cock was about seven and a half inches, and nice looking like the rest of him. I wasted no time in taking him into my mouth.

"Oh shit kid. Fuck, you're good."

It didn't take me long to have his knees shaking, then his cum down my throat.

"Looks like we're going to be here awhile. Care to try out the other end?" I invited.

He kinda reminded me of Tommy the way he fucked me. Which was nice. The next morning he's waking me from a great night's sleep.

"Shower and put this on, we're having breakfast with the boss on the aft deck," he said handing me a girl's thong.

As we exited the ship to the aft deck, I see a man and three women. Well, I guess they're women. Probably not more than twenty years old. They were all dressed in just the bottom half of bikinis. Their breasts exposed, and tanned.

The man was also in a swimsuit, and a terrycloth robe. He looked up and waved us over. "Turn around slowly.""

I did as instructed feeling somewhat self conscious being nearly naked in front of the women.

"Well, he is pretty. No scars, nice little package. That ass is incredible. David, this is Anne, Becky, and Carol," he said pointing down the line of women.

"My name is…" I started.

"It's David now. A, B, C, David, D." He indicated down the line of women again, meaning their names were fake but started with those letters.

"You're sure about this kid, Marc?"

Marc smiled a little. "Definitely."

"I hope so. Because the real test is on his way. "

"Test?" I asked.

"Yeah. Bruno. He's your first assignment."

"Not Bruno sir. You know what he did to the last Becky," Marc said sounding worried.

"Yeah, so? Now we have a new Becky. I'm already out ten grand to Ricardo. I hope you're right about the kid, or it's your ass."

We sat and ate breakfast, the girls staring at me the whole time. I guess I was staring at them too.

"Be ready to leave in thirty minutes. Wear what you have on," the boss said.

"What happened to the other Becky? Did Bruno kill her?" I asked Marc.

"No. But he scarred her face so badly she couldn't be part of the stable anymore. He's never liked anyone we sent. I don't know why the boss still does business with him."

I was flown by helicopter to another yacht. The man that greeted us appeared shocked at seeing me.

"This is the 'something special' your boss has sent to Bruno?"

"Yes, I'll pick him up tomorrow."

"What's left of him you mean."

That scared me a bit. I was led to a posh suite on the next level. Then through a door to a bathroom. In the huge round tub was a man. He was kinda fat, and probably sixty five or seventy. He had his arms up on the sides of the bubble filled tub, and a towel over his face.

"Your 'special' gift has arrived, Sir."

"Leave us alone." Bruno said with a heavy British accent.

When the steward had gone, I was standing there waiting for Bruno to say something. He hadn't even bothered to remove the towel from his face and look at me.

After an eternity, I said, "I love bubble baths. May I join you?"

Bruno jerked the towel from his face and stared at me. I stepped closer to the tub and slowly peeled my thong off. He was still in shock, as I stepped into the tub with him. I made sure he had a good look at my butt as I lowered myself into the water. Turning back to face him, the bubbles up to my shoulders, I said, "This is the best bubble bath ever.

This tub was huge. It was more like a hot tub than a regular bathtub. As I moved around in it, his eyes never left me. I finally moved up beside him, and sorta laid my head on his shoulder. I slowly ran my hand up and down his chest and big belly.

"My daddy had a nice hairy chest like you."

I slid my hand below the bubbles, slowly inching my way to his groin. I grasp his cock which was not quite hard, but growing.

Oh, you really do remind me of my daddy," I said sliding my hand up and down his shaft.

I leaned into him and whispered, "Can I call you Daddy?"

He nodded as I moved over on top of him. I lay my head on his chest, slowly slipping up and down on his belly.

"This is so nice, Daddy."

I slid down until my butt bumped into his now very hard cock. I reached down and directed it at my pucker. I pushed down until it popped in.

"Oh, god Daddy. It's so big. Is this okay daddy. Am I being a good boy Daddy?"

Bruno only nodded still seemingly in shock.

I slowly sank onto his cock, moaning the whole time. Then I slid up and down on it while using my muscles to grip it tighter. I moved at a glacial pace, working that cock in and out of my welcoming hole.

"Is it good for you Daddy? I love this. Am I making you feel good too?"

He suddenly grabbed my chest and shoved me down hard on his cock. I could feel his cum squirting inside me.

"OOhhh Yes! That's what I needed. Do it Daddy."

He lay breathless for a moment, then said, "I haven't had an erection in five years. What's your name?"

"Er…David."

"Well, David. You really are something special. Thanks."

I followed Bruno around the rest of the day. I hung on his every word, laughed at his jokes, and winked at him when no one was looking. That night in bed, I sucked him a few minutes, and he got hard. I rode him again, and squirted a little cum on his belly at the same time he was squirting in mine. He seemed to like that.I twirled my fingers in his chest hair until I fell asleep in his arms.

Marc arrived by chopper twenty four hours after leaving me there. The steward handed him a box as I climbed in. Marc grasped my chin and turned my face back and forth examining it. He even pulled my thong down to see if my nuts were intact.

Back on the boss's yacht, Marc handed the box over to the boss.

"What's this?" he asked Marc.

Marc shrugged his shoulders. The boss opened the box and found a smaller box, an envelope and a note. He read the note and looked in the envelope.

"Put this in the safe. It will be added to his account," he told Marc and handed the envelope to him.

Looking back at me, the boss asked, "What did you do to Bruno?"

"Nothing. I swear. I just tried to do what I thought you wanted. Please don't hurt me."

"Hurt you? I want to kiss you. I expected Bruno to send a box back, but with your body parts in it. Not fifty thousand dollars and this," he said handing me the smaller box.

I opened the box and found a ring with a large diamond in it. I must have looked confused.

"As I recall, that is the ring Bruno gave his wife for their 20th anniversary. That was fifteen years ago. She died four years later."

"I…uh …I don't understand."

"Look kid you're now in my stable. You might think of me as a sort of broker. I make deals between people or governments or whatever. Someone has something to sell, I find a buyer, for a fee of course. These deals are worth a lot of money, so even a small percentage can be millions. I also provide a little incentive to promote business. That's where my stable comes in. When a particular deal is worth a handsome profit for me, I send someone from my stable as a kind of 'Thank You' gift. Really good clients sometimes need entertainment for a party or business associate. For a fee, my stable is available. I put money in an account for everyone in my stable. One hundred grand per year that you're with me. When you leave my employment, that is yours."

"What about the ring?" I asked.

"Some of the clients give a gratuity to the girls. Sometimes a little cash which is added to their accounts, sometimes a trinket, such as that ring, which you get to keep. I must say though, rarely do the girls get both, cash and a trinket. And also rarely is the trinket as valuable as that ring. And never, ever, has Bruno given any kind of a gratuity. So you are now in my stable, and you saved Marc's ass."

A steward came up. "Sir, you have a call."

"Hello… Jean Claude, what can I do for you?…Yes, I can handle that. How much do you need?…My usual ten percent should do…Of course . Which of my lovely ladies would you like?…David? Yes, I do. Well, yes, he is special… I'm due to be in Monte Carlo next month, I could send him then…I don't know if I can have him there by day after tomorrow… Double the order? But of course I'll try. I'll clear his schedule and…Three days? That's very unusual, in addition there's travel time… Well of course your business is appreciated…I'll see to it. Paris day after tomorrow."

He looked at me like he was working a crossword puzzle. "What the hell did you do to Bruno?"

Before I knew it, I was at a Chateau in the France. Jean Claude was a tall man, younger than Bruno, probably in his thirties. Good looking, slender, and I soon discovered he still had a foreskin. His cock was long and not too thick, and the covered head was longer and bell shaped.

Jean Claude liked me wearing girls thongs, and he made love to me like I was a girl. But he love to suck my dick too. I stroked his ego, telling him what a good lover he was and how much I liked his big cock. I didn't even have to lie, I did love his cock and how he fucked me.

I learned his wife was a 'dead fuck' as he called her, and wouldn't do oral or anal. What's wrong with these bitches. I love all that. They don't know what they're missing.

In the three days was at the Chateau, we had sex probably fifteen times. It seemed I was either sucking him, or he was fucking me, all the time. He also sucked me to an orgasm four times. We hardly left his bedroom, having one of the servants bring meals to us there.

"I would like you to be here for my son's birthday," Jean Claude told me as I was getting into the car to leave.

"I would love to see you again, but I will have to check with the boss."

Marc met me at Charles De Gaulle airport. "We're going to Nassau," he explained.

During the flight, I asked Marc, "How long have you worked for the boss?"

"Just since I brought you to him. When he said you saved my ass, he wasn't joking. You see, I worked for Ricardo, but the boss has his fingers in a lot of different organizations. That's how I heard he was looking for something special. I had assumed that I might have to pay Ricardo back what you cost to buy from Hudson. What I didn't know was that the boss was not expecting a young boy. He was not too happy. He set you up with Bruno, because Bruno is hard to please. The boss was actually going to cut ties with Bruno because of what happened to the last Becky. Bruno didn't actually order it, but he didn't prevent it either. Just the fact that you survived saved my ass. The glowing report you received from Bruno means that the boss can continue doing business with him. The demand for your services, makes you a valuable commodity for the boss. So I've been assigned as your escort. Working for the boss is like the highest rung on the ladder. The pay is great, and I get to live in the lap of luxury, instead of the ghetto."

"He pays you to escort his slave? That seems a bit odd."

"Slave? You've got it wrong. The boss doesn't own you, even though he bought you from Ricardo. You and the girls are free to go anytime you want. Those three girls are working their way through school. Like he said, he pays them a hundred thousand a year, plus gratuities. Most girls in college are fucking frat boys for free anyway. This way they will earn enough to pay for their education, live well in the meantime, and get to see the world. They rub elbows with rich guys too."

"So, I can leave if I want?" I asked.

"Yes, but where would you go? You have nowhere to live and can't manage by yourself. The authorities would pick you up and put you someplace worse than with Hudson."

"Yeah, I guess you're right. I guess I'll just have to be a whore."

"From what I can tell, you were doing it already for free. And if you had gone with Ricardo, you would definitely be doing it for free, and not even know where you were, and eventually die in a gutter somewhere."

"I suppose I'm better off, and I do like all the sex. I guess I can stick around awhile," I smiled.

The yacht was docked in the marina at The Atlantis hotel taking up one whole side of the marina.

"You just barely made it in time. Our guests will be arriving shortly," the boss said. He called in A. B. and C. to work on me. I was stripped, bathed, and dressed in panties, training bra and a frilly dress. They put a wig on me and plucked my eyebrows. Then did make up. When they finished I looked like an eleven year old girl instead of a thirteen year old boy.

The girls explained to me that we were hosting a bachelor party for the son of a very good client. When the plans had been made, the groom to be had promised his fiance he wouldn't sleep with any women at the party. The girls were to entertain the guests, I was to entertain the guest of honor.

I sat on a barstool in the main lounge. As the twelve guests arrived they were handed drinks and the music started. The party got going quickly as the girls strutted their stuff among the guests. Soon Anne started a strip routine. When she finished she grabbed the hand of one of the attendees and pulled him from the room. This was repeated with Becky, then Clair.

A few times throughout the evening, the groom to be would notice me sitting at the bar. He always had a questioning look on his face like "Why is this little girl here with strippers?", and I would just give him a shy smile.

The first round of guests returned from their trysts with the girls, to whoops and whistles from the other guests. One by one each of the guests were led out by one of the girls.

Once everyone had been serviced, I strolled over to the guest of honor, leaned in and kissed him. More whoops and whistles. Then I took his hand and led him to my room.

"Look, uh…little girl…uh…" He stuttered as I unbuttoned his shirt. I pulled it off him and gave him a very sensual kiss. I reached down and rubbed his hardening cock over his pants.

"Oh…uh you shouldn't be doing this," he said as I unbuckled his pants. I kissed him again and played with his very hard cock.

I pulled the dress off, and got on my knees in front of him. His cock reminded me of Robert's. A nice fat knob at the end called out to me, and I licked it.

"Oh Jesus…."

I grabbed the lube from the nightstand and slathered his cock with it.

"I can't… I promised my fiance I wouldn't…Oh god that feels good."

I stood and said, "You won't."

I turned my back to him and removed the bra. Then slowly lowered the panties, bending in front of him to remove them.

"God, what a beautiful ass," he moaned.

I turned, and he saw my hard dick sticking straight up. "You're a boy?"

"Yes. No women for you." I climbed up on his lap and kissed him again. My hole found his cock, and slowly sank down on it.

"Still think I should stop?" I asked as I rode up and down a couple of times.

"Oh God, no," he said and pulled me in for another kiss.

He grabbed my waist and began thrusting up into me. I love the way that fat knob rearranged my insides. I could hear the thump thump thump of the music just above our heads, as he fucked me.

After five minutes of furious fucking, I unloaded on his chest. He looked down to see it oozing out of me.

"That's so fucking hot," he said and pulled me down hard and held me there as his cum blasted in my belly. He collapsed back on the bed, as I sat on his cock waiting for it to deflate.

"Would you like to join your friends?" I asked him.

"Do we have to?"

"I'm yours for the night." I said pulling off his cock. I went for a towel and cleaned us off. By the time I was finished, he was hard again. I went down on him and sucked him to a earth shattering orgasm that caused him to groan loudly.

I swallowed his load and said, "It's a good thing the music is so loud, your friends might have heard that."

He spooned in behind me and said, "You're amazing. Any chance you could give my fiance lessons?"

I laughed, "Probably not a good idea."

We spooned and cuddled for a while then I started playing with his cock again. It didn't take long for him to get hard, and I lay on my back as he pushed into me. He fucked me long and hard, that long fat cock really taking me to heaven. He was pleased to see me cum again from his fucking. Then he pushed deep and filled me again.

We fell asleep, but he woke me later and fucked me again. In the morning I woke him with a blow job. We showered together, then went upstairs.

The other guests had already gone back to the hotel. The groom kissed me right in front of the boss and the girls. "I'll see you again real soon," he promised.

We were having dinner on the aft deck as the yacht pulled out of the marina. The boss said, "The bachelor party was a big success, girls. They left you a nice gratuity. Fifty thousand to split between you."

The girls were smiling and giving each other high fives. "That's great, girls." I said honestly happy for them.

"Don't worry, they left you something too. A hundred grand. And the groom made two appointments with you. Jean Claude has reserved you for four days next month when we're in Monte Carlo, for his son's sixteenth birthday party. He had Anne for his fifteenth. He also sent a courier to deliver something for you. It's waiting for us in Miami, where you have two appointments. Both by request. I just have to ask. What are you doing that the girls aren't doing?"

"I don't know, Boss. I just do what I think they want. Like with Jean Claude. He's French. They think they're the best lovers. So I told him how great he is and how much I love his big cock. You know, that sort of thing."

"That's all? Just told him you love it?"

"Well, yeah. Then I showed him, by enjoying it. I really do like his cock. Actually, I like all cocks I think. So far I haven't found one I didn't like."

"Uh..okay. So you just… like it."

"Yeah. It's like Jean Claude said. Sometimes girls are a 'dead fuck'. I actually like all the sex, and I show it. Girls just don't show any enthusiasm. I do, and can't wait till they can get it up again and give me more."

"Uh…Girls, you have to act like you're enjoying it, if you want to get the kind of gratuities he's getting," the boss told them.

"No, I didn't say that. I said you have to enjoy it, not just act like you enjoy it. No one wants to be with someone who's faking it. Like 'Oh god give it to me big boy' all the while their thinking about what color to paint the dining room," I explained.

"I hate it when girls fake it," the boss said, nodding.

"Well it's hard for guys to fake it. My moans are real, my excitement is real, the cum I shoot out as they fuck me is real. You can't fake that. Guys like knowing they're good in bed. Girls are a lot of work in that area. I'm not. I really like it. Big cocks, small cocks. All of them."

The boss and the girls were just staring at me. "What? I'm just telling the truth. I think I'm just a natural slut. Give me ten inches for ten minutes, I'm happy. Give me two inches for two minutes, I'm just as happy."

We docked in Miami. The girls and the boss decided to go partying. I was happy for the chance to rest. I had been traveling or fucking for over a week, both are tiring.

I didn't see them until breakfast. They looked a little ragged. "You have an appointment at six with Walker." The boss stated before guzzling his Alka Seltzer.

All three of the girls laughed and smirked. I wondered what that was about.

"Don't laugh girls. You three are entertaining the Iranians again."

"Oh Boss. You know they smell bad. And they treat women like shit, and never give us anything."

"Maybe so, but they also spend money like it's water. Mostly on out of date weaponry." The boss chuckled.

Marc and I arrived at the Hotel right on time. "I'll be waiting in the lobby for you," he said.

"Waiting? I'm not going to stay all night?"

"It's doubtful. The boss said it probably won't take very long."

"Uh…okay, but if I'm not back in an hour, why don't you just go back to the yacht, and I'll see you tomorrow."

Walker's suite was on the top floor. I was shown to his bedroom by a guy that looked about seven feet tall, and six feet wide. Biggest man I ever saw. He looked like you could hit him with a truck and the truck would lose the fight.

"Thanks, Remy. You can leave us," Walker told the giant. "So, you're David. I hear you're the best."

"I don't know about that sir."

"Well, if I'm going to do fags, I want to start with the best, so I'll have some comparison."

"Fags?"

"Yeah. I've had four wives and countless whores. None of them worth a damn. I mean, how hard can it be? All they have to do is lay there. Let's see what you can do," he said taking off his bathrobe.

His dick was hard, only about four and a half inches, but pretty thick.

"You fags like to suck, right?"

"Fags?"

"Yeah. Gay guys. Y'all suck dicks right? None of my wives did that."

"Well did you ever try eating their pussy?" I said getting a little angry.

"What? No! Why should I do that? My father never did that to my mother. They were married forty years, and every Saturday night, like clockwork, she spread her legs and he did his business."

"Your mother was a saint, and your father an idiot," I said, and turned to leave.

"Now listen here you little son of a bitch. My father…"

I turned back and yelled "Was an idiot. Did he teach you about sex?"

"Uh..Well of course he did."

"And what did your wives say? I mean before they left your sorry ass."

Walker was a bit in shock. I'm sure he wasn't used to people talking to him like that. His mouth was agape, and his dick started to wilt.

I walked over to him and touched his arm. "There's no one else here. What did they say?" I asked showing genuine concern.

"They…uh…they said I… have a little dick…and I'm useless in bed," he finally answered, hanging his head.

"What about the whores. What did they say?" I asked, leaning against the back of the sofa next to him.

"Nothing really. I mean I paid them well for a few minutes of their time. What were they gonna say."

"A few minutes?" I was beginning to understand why the girls reacted as they did when they heard I was seeing Walker. Little dick, quick trigger.

"So I guess you expected me to just come in, suck your dick and leave?"

"Yeah, I guess. Isn't that what fag whores do?" he replied.

"Ok. We can start with you not calling me a fag whore. In fact, wipe the word fag from your vocabulary. Now, why did you ask for me?"

"They say you're the best."

"Who's been saying that?"

"In our circle, you're like the number one topic these days. But I called Jean Claude for a reference."

"Did Jean Claude say I sucked his dick and left?"

"No. He said you…well, you were the best sex parner he ever had."

I smiled to myself. I have to thank Jean Claude for that next time I see him.

"Ok, we're going to take a bath," I suggested.

"I had a shower just before you arrived."

"Sometimes a bath isn't just a bath."

The tub wasn't as big as Bruno's, but it was big enough. I ran warm water and poured in bubble bath and bath salts.

I started removing my clothes. "Get in. Now I want you to pretend I'm a girl," I instructed.

Walker sat in the tub. "That's gonna be hard with that dick between your legs."

I sat between his legs with my back to him. "Put your arms around me. Now play with my breasts. Mmm. Yeah, like that. Lightly pinch my nipples. Ohh…yes."

I tilted my head back and kissed him. "Now, rub my clit. I know I have a big clit, but rub it anyway."

He slid his hand down to my dick and rubbed it.

"Mmm that's nice. Now slide your finger into my pussy."

His finger found my pucker and pushed in. I moved my ass back and forth a bit, and he got the message. He finger fucked me for a couple of minutes.

"Now use two fingers." He did as I said.

After a couple of minutes, I turned around and faced him. I sat on his lap, with my opening on his hard cock.

I kissed him very sensually, then asked, "What's your least favorite sport?"

He looked at me questioningly but answered, "Golf. Boring to play, even more boring to watch on tv."

"Yes it is. I want you to think about watching golf on tv. Imagine those boring announcers whispering because the don't want to disturb the golfers, even though they are in a studio a mile away."

I sank down on his cock.

Oh..shit you're tight," he groaned.

"The tournament leader is on the first green. Concentrate on that."

Walker closed his eyes and focused. I slowly drew up and down on him.

"If you get close to cumming I want you to tell me."

"I'm close," he said instantly.

I stopped moving. "Think about golf, not what I'm doing."

"Okay, Okay."

After a minute, I started moving again. He didn't last a minute before he warned me again.

We repeated this several times before he couldn't hold back any longer and filled me with his cum.

As I dried him off, he said, "It really is small, isn't it?"

"To be honest, I've seen bigger, but I've also seen smaller." I didn't say the smaller ones were on boys who hadn't reached puberty yet.

"That is why you are going to learn about sex. It seems your father thought that sex was just the man getting his rocks off. Sex is about two people enjoying each other's body. If both don't enjoy it, you may as well be masturbating. Women today demand equal treatment in bed. It's not about you dumping a load and going to sleep."

Later, I did go down on him, but only after he learned to lick my 'clit', and I told him to do math equations in his head while I blew him.

The next day we fucked three more times. He got better each time. He even made me cum on his belly the last time. He was rather proud of himself for that.

At five o'clock I started to get dressed. Walker went a gave instructions to Remy to see to it that I made it safely back to the yacht.

As he kissed me goodbye, I told him It might be a good idea for him to masturbate once or twice a day. Not to be in a hurry, and to try holding off if he starts to cum.

"Thanks, David. You really are the best."

"The best fag whore?"

"I don't know that word. What's a fag?" he said smiling.

Marc was waiting in the lobby and was surprised when Remy offered to drive us. Once at the ship, Remy followed us on board. The boss looked frightened when he saw Remy with us. He stood as the giant approached him.

Remy reached into his jacket and pulled out something and gave it to the boss. Then he bent down to whisper in the boss's ear. The boss shook his head. As he left, Remy gave me a smile and a wink. I looked at the boss who sort of collapsed onto his chair.

"Are you okay Boss?" I asked.

"What the hell did you do to Walker?"

"Nothing, Boss. I swear. What did Remy say?"

"Well, Walker is not the kind of guy you mess with. The leaders of several small countries have disappeared when they didn't cooperate with Waker. He said that I was to take very good care of you, or Remy would take care of me. And I don't think he meant he was taking me to lunch at McDonald's."

The boss opened the envelope Remy had given him. "Damn. Just put it in his account," he said handing it to Marc. "So, what happened? Why did you stay all night? The girls are usually out in half an hour."

"I was almost out of there in one minute," I replied.

The girls all nodded their heads and laughed.

"But then I called his father an idiot and…"

"You what! Are you fucking kidding me? Do you know who he is? Who his father was? Jesus Christ. Ok, then what?"

"Then we took a bath…"

"You took a bat with Walker? I can just see it. You and Walker and Remy. Rub a dub dub, three men in a tub," he laughed.

"Remy wasn't there. I didn't see him again until this morning."

"Walker is never out of Remy's sight."

"We spent the night together, and I didn't see Remy until breakfast. Then we went back to the bedroom again without him. I didn't see him again until just before we left."

"You spent the day in bed? How many times did uh…did he…you know?"

"Five or six, I wasn't really counting. I even got off once."

All three girls said, "Bullshit," in unison.

"There is no way Walker made you cum. He can't last thirty seconds, and he isn't interested in his partner's pleasure enough to do anything else," Anne added.

"Well, he did. And I did."

"David, you have to be more careful. Some of the people I do business with are dangerous."

"Well maybe you should warn me before sending me to some psycho's house. Or maybe you're trying to get me killed."

"Okay, I'll admit I didn't think you would come back in one piece after Bruno. But I had no choice with Walker. He asked for you, and no one tells Walker no. He's usually an easy few minutes for the girls, but you had to call his father and idiot. That is on you."

The steward came over with the phone. The boss was pissed at being disturbed, and spoke harshly into the phone.

"Hello….Oh uh hi, Walker…Yes I know Chalkie…Vlad? I know who he is, but I've never done business with him…Who wants it?… Are you saying the U.S. as in the white house?…Yes I can see why that would have to be secret… How much are we talking about?… Holy shit! What's my cut?…Hell yeah I can do it… How much is your cut?…Uh, are you sure that's all you want?…Yes, he was just telling us he had a wonderful time with you….Well he's pretty busy. I'm going to be in Monte Carlo on the sixteenth, he's going to be in France at the same time. After that I can swing around and pick up the merchandise. Someone will need to take care of the authorities in Istanbul, so I can get through to the Black Sea… The whole time? Ok. I can let you know when I make it back to the U.S, with the merchandise. Okay it's a deal."

"What was that all about?" I asked.

"After the Monte Carlo trip, I'm going to pick up something in Russia and take it to the U.S. It might be a dangerous trip, so you will stay with Walker while I'm gone."

Chapter 4

It seemed every rich teenager in France was at the party. Jean Claude's son, Etienne, was very striking looking. He must have gotten the best genes from both parents. I had seen his mother from a distance. She was quite beautiful.

I attended the party, but just blended in with the crowd. I was to meet Etienne after everyone, including his mother, left.

After seeing Etienne, I was kinda anxious to get to know him better. He was gorgeous. When he entered the bedroom later, he stood staring at me for a moment.

"Uh…I uh…I'm sorry, I must be in the wrong room."

"You're in the right room."

"I was expecting a… I mean…Did my father send you?"

"Yes."

"But you're a boy. I thought my father would send a girl for me to…Wait. Does my father think I'm…I mean, well, last year he sent a girl."

"Would you like me to leave. I can send someone else."

"No!" he answered rather quickly. "But why did he send you? I mean are you a…That is, do you…"

"Why don't we sit down."

Etienne sat on the bed, and I sat next to him. "What exactly are you here for?"

"Whatever you want. We can sit here and talk, or play video games or go outside and run a race. Whatever you want to do, I'll do it."

"I see. It's just that last year he sent a girl for me to have sex with," Etienne explained.

"So you came in here expecting to have sex?" I asked.

"Yeah I guess."

"Okay, that's what we'll do." I said and pulling his shirt over his head.

"Wait! I can't have sex with you. What would my father say?"

"If you don't tell him, he won't find out. He sent me to do anything you want. You want sex, I'll do it. But if you'd rather play video games than get a blow job… "

"Blow job? You're going to suck me?"

"Have you ever had a blow job?" I asked reaching for his belt buckle.

"No. Last year I only fucked her once."

"Just once? Why?" I asked to keep him preoccupied as I pulled down his pants. He lifted his hips reflexively and I pulled them off.

"Yeah, I was pretty nervous, and it took a long time for me to get…you know, hard. It was pretty frustrating for both of us, so she left right after. I was kinda glad to see her go," Etienne answered.

I could see the outline of a very hard cock in his underwear.

"You don't seem to be having a problem now," I said as I squeezed his nice cock.

"Mmm. Uh..No, I don't. Ugh."

"I think you're very attractive Etienne," I stated as I pulled his underwear off. His cock sprung up proudly. I think he is actually a little bigger than his father. "And you have a beautiful cock," I said honestly.

"Do you really think so?"

"Absolutely. May I..?"

He nodded slightly. I got on the floor in front of him and took his cock into my mouth.

"Oh fuck!."

I slowly sucked up and down on him pausing to lick the head as I looked up at him. His eyes were wide open watching my efforts on his thick stalk.

"Lay down," I said as I continued to stroke him.

Etienne scooted back to lay on the bed. I crawled up beside him and admired his body. This was the first boy I had been with since leaving the county home. And what a beautiful specimen it was.

I returned to servicing him. His cock going down my throat, thrilling me. I couldn't wait to taste his creamy deposit.

"Can I see yours too?" Etienne asked.

I gladly stripped for him. He watched every move I made. When I got back on the bed, I faced the foot of it so that my butt was nearest his eyes. He took the bait, teaching out and rubbing my butt.

I let his imagination roam a while, before saying, "It's yours if you want it."

"What?"

"Would you like to fuck me?"

"Oh god yes. Your ass is beautiful," Etienne moaned.

I reached into the nightstand drawer and pulled out the lub. I worked his cock with the lube, driving Etienne crazy.

I straddled him sliding my buttcrack along his straining cock. "Are you sure you don't mind? Won't it hurt?"

"I don't mind. I want you," I whispered to him.

I guided his knob to my hole and pressed back on it. My muscle gave way willingly and he was inside me.

"Oh fuck. Am I really inside you?"

"Yes, and it feels great," I said pushing back further.

As my butt took more and more of his wonderful cock, Etienne moaned in pleasure. I knew he was close to spewing, so I rode him slowly, gripping his cock with my inner muscles.

"Stop! Stop! I'm gonna cum."

He grabbed me and rolled us over. I wrapped my arms and legs around him and he sunk all the way into me. He looked down to where we were joined.

"I can feel you in my belly." I whispered.

"Jesus. That is so hot."

He lay back down on me and began stroking in and out. His hands went around my shoulders as he picked up the speed a little.

"Oh god, Etienne. You feel so good in me. I love it," I whispered in his ear.

He looked at me. "Do you? I mean. Do you really like it?"

"Yes. I love it. I want to feel you cum in me."

He covered my lips with his, and headed for the finish line. I could feel his cock expand and explode his warmth inside me. That caused my own eruption.

After a minute, he broke the kiss, looking at me with a smile on his face.

"That was the most incredible thing ever."

"It's because you're incredible," I said honestly.

He felt the wetness between us and glanced down. "Did I make you cum?"

"Well, somebody did, and I haven't touched it."

Pride spread all over his face. His cock didn't soften at all, and he began working it in and out again.

"Want to go again?" I asked.

"Would you mind?"

"I was hoping you would," I replied, lifting my knees in welcome.

He lasted much longer this time, causing me to cum twice. He delighted in the fact that he brought me to orgasm.

Afterwards we lay chatting. "I'm surprised at how well you speak English."

"I spent two years in boarding school in Connecticut. I also speak German, and Italian."

"Impressive," I proclaimed.

"Not really. Most Europeans speak several languages. Do you know what we call someone who only speaks one language?"

"Unilingual?" I asked.

"No. An American," he laughed.

"Oh.. You may regret you said that." I grabbed his cock, "Next time you want to put this in me, I might say no."

He looked at me like a wounded puppy.

"I love it too much to say no to you. It will always be yes for you."

Etienne pulled me in for a deep kiss.

We woke up twice during the night to make love again. In the morning Etienne said, "I wish you didn't have to leave so soon."

"Me too. Wait, maybe I don't."

I called the boss. "Walker is picking me up in Paris day after tomorrow, right? I think I will stay here until then."

"You have an appointment tomorrow with Sheik Achmed Mohammed Akbar," the boss complained.

"Cancel it or send one of the girls. I'm staying here."

I could here the boss seething as he hung up. I felt really bad about doing that. The boss had been nice to me, and I repay him like this. But I really like Etienne, and wanted to spend more time with him.

The chateau is in the beautiful French countryside. The grounds and gardens are well kept. Etienne and I took a long walk around the grounds. We stopped and made love under a tree by a running brook. We rode horses in the afternoon, and again stopped for lovemaking.

I was falling for Etienne big time. And I think he liked me too. The entire time I was there, we spent together. Mostly talking and fucking. He was a great lover, and I grew addicted to him, more so than Tommy.

I knew we couldn't stay together, and so did he, but we enjoyed what time we had.

Walker picked me up in Paris as planned. It had been nearly a month since I had seen him. We were barely off the ground in his jet, when he wanted to fuck.

I was surprised at two things. The first was Remy watched us the entire time. Second, Walker had improved dramatically in his skills and stamina. The first fuck was close to ten minutes from insertion to climax.

After we finished, I asked where we were going.

"First we have to meet Chalkie in Australia, Then we head to Russia to drop of some funds. Then to my place in Hawaii.

Before we stopped to refuel, Walker had me again. He was even better than the first time. Remy watched and squirmed in his seat.

"I feel bad for Remy," I told Walker.

"Want to take care of him?"

"Well, he will be of no use walking around with a hard on," I laughed.

Remy's cock was probably eight inches, but on his big body, it looked small. He moaned in appreciation, and shot a huge load down my throat.

By the time we reached our destination, they both got off again. Walker in my ass, Remy in my mouth.

We landed in some dustbin somewhere in Australia. As the jet was refueled, Walker and Remy stepped out. I awoke briefly when the jet took off again.

Next thing I know, someone is sucking me. I looked down to see Remy pistoning his mouth on my dick. The cabin lights were low, and Walker was asleep in one of the bed like recliners. Remy finished me off, then offered me his cock to suck. I hadn't had any cum for a few hours, so I accepted the snack.

Again I woke up when we landed someplace else. I looked out the window but didn't recognize anything. Remy served us breakfast, then they gave me my first doses of cum for the day. One in each hole.

We arrived at our destination in Russia. Walker and Remy exited, each carrying two small suitcases. They were gone for over an hour, and when they returned, there was another man with them.

"David, this is Vlad. He's heard a lot about you and wanted to meet you."

I was wearing only my thong underwear. I self consciously stood and offered my hand. Vlad looked at me like he wanted to slather me in barbecue sauce and roast me over an open fire.

He motioned for me to turn around, so I did. He grasped my butt, and said something in Russian. It sounded like he probably said, "My god, what an ass."

By the time we reached Hawaii, I'm sure I have paid enough dues to be a lifelong member in good standing in the mile high club. Walker didn't mind if I sucked Remy or Remy sucked me. But my ass was Walker's alone.

We landed on one island, and a helicopter took us to another. The house was at one end of the island, with probably a mile of beachfront. It was a gorgeous house, with large open porches, pool, tennis court, hot tub and sauna. The interior looked like it belong on a magazine cover. The six bedrooms each had private baths. I think I got fucked in all of them. Probably on every flat surface in the house in fact.

I was with Walker for three weeks. I got a really nice all over tan. I was treated like a king, and of course, got royally fucked. He may not have the biggest dick on the block, but by the time I left, he had the skills and knowledge to please any woman or boy.

I didn't know it at the time, but it would be my last date with Walker.

They flew me back to Miami to meet up with the boss. Remy escorted me onboard the yacht. He shook hands with the boss, but handed me an envelope, and said goodbye. Inside was a note:

David,

I want to tell you how grateful I am for all you've done for me. There is a wonderful woman I have known for a long time, and thanks to you, I now have the courage to ask her to marry me. Also because of you, I think I now have the skills to make this one last.

I am forever in your debt. If I can ever do anything for you, don't hesitate to call me.

Walker

There was also a cashier's check for five million dollars. I got kinda teary eyed, and handed it to the boss. He read the note, and looked at the check.

"Holy fuck," he said and passed it down the line to the girls. Each had about the same response.

I eventually received an invitation to the wedding. It was at the Hawaiian house. Walker introduced me to his wife as a very close friend. I spent the night with Remy. He finally got to sample my ass.

From Miami, we went to Rio. I'm not sure, but I think that the boss picked up some merchandise there, because we were suppose to go from there to Costa Rica. But instead we went to Texas where we didn't dock but a boat met us and they unloaded something.

While there, the boss booked the girls for a party. Apparently Acbar was in Texas making some oil deal. He wanted to impress his business associates and the boss owed him for me canceling on him.

The girls returned the next day complaining of their treatment by Acbar. After listening to their story, I was glad I had canceled. I told the boss I wasn't ever going with Acbar.

"If you weren't making me a fortune, I'd leave you here in the middle of the gulf of Mexico."

"Look Boss. You know I enjoy my job. I don't even mind that I'm making you richer. But I can't do what I do if I don't like it. That's the difference between the girls and I. I actually like all the sex. They're just tolerating it till they move on. If you want me to continue being as productive, I have to be able to decide who I want to do. From now on I want to know who is dangerous, who's nuts, or at least a little something about them."

The boss fumed a bit but relented.

And so it went. I took more control over who I saw and who I didn't. Though to be honest, I turned down very few. I came to understand more about myself and resigned myself to the fact that I was a cock whore. I mean I was a whore, we all were, but I loved cocks. Any cock. Age, race, size, made no difference to me. Just give me cock.

Then one day Bruno called and wanted my services again. I agreed and the boss set it up. I arrived by helicopter again and was shown the Bruno's cabin. He was happy to see me and I let him know the feeling was mutual.

He was only wearing a robe, and had put on a little weight since I had last seen him. He pressed a button on his desk, and a minute later the door opens and a little girl comes in.

She was a pretty girl. Long blond hair, blue eyes, about ten or eleven years old.

"What's this about?" I asked Bruno.

"That first time you came to me, I was shocked at my response to you. I've never been gay or had any experiences with men. Yet you were able to get me hard and make me cum. First time in years. I finally figured it out. It was your youth and beauty.

"I watched a lot of porn, and nothing did anything for me. Then I found some porn with kids. I enjoyed watching them a lot, but something was missing. I wanted to see it live. I bought her from one of those eastern European orphanages. I want to watch you fuck her."

"But Bruno, I've never done anything with a girl."

"Then it's about time. All the better as far as I'm concerned."

"Well could I be alone with her for a few minutes? I can't just fuck on command."

"Sure, no problem."

Bruno left the room and I turned to the little girl. "English?"

She shook her head 'no'.

Shit! Okay, think fast. How are we going to get out of this alive?

I grabbed a magazine off the table and leafed through it until I found an advertisement for Disneyland. It had two kids with their parents having a wonderful time on their Disney vacation.

I pointed to girl, "Girl" I said. Pointing to the mother, "Mommy". Then to the father, "Daddy"

She looked confused. I pointed to the door that Bruno had exited, then stuck my stomach out to indicate fat and repeated "Daddy"

She giggled.

I then held my palm to my mouth, moving it away slowly, said "Say" then paused, "Daddy"

She tentatively said "Daddy"

I nodded in relief. We were making progress. Now how to explain the rest?

I made myself fat again and said "Daddy". She nodded. I drew my finger across my throat as if it was being cut, then I pointed to her.

Her eyes flew open in fear. She got the message.

I put my right hand to my chest, then my left to hers, to indicate I wanted to help her. She nodded again but looked at me questioningly.

I pointed my finger back and forth between the two of us, then made a circle with my thumb and index finger of my left hand. I pushed my right index finger in and out of the circle.

She understood that. Her eyes flew open again, and she shook her head no.

I pointed to the door again, then back and forth between us, then across my throat.

She looked sad, but nodded.

Okay more progress. Now for the show part.

"Say… Yes" I instructed.

"Yes," she repeated.

"Say…Yes Daddy."

"Yes Daddy."

"Say…Oh God."

"Oh God."

Smart girl. We might make it out alive.

I turned her around and unbuttoned her dress. When she faced me I could see a tear in her eye, but also understanding. She didn't resist as I pulled her dress over her head. She wasn't wearing a bra, only panties, as I reached for them, she stopped me. She pointed at me as if to say "Your turn."

I removed my clothes, leaving only my underwear on. She reached down and hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties, then paused waiting for me to do the same. I did, and we slid our underwear off at the same time.

We stood looking at one another for a moment. It was the first time I saw a naked ten year old girl. I suspect I was the first naked teen boy she had seen, but not positive.

My dick when hard was little over five inches. Right then it was probably only three, I was so nervous. I had been so worried about how to communicate with her, I hadn't given a thought about what might happen if I wasn't able to perform.

I turned down the bed covers, and she crawled in. She lay flat on her back with her arms stiff by her side. This was not going to be easy on either of us.

I tried to remember all the things I had taught Walker. At the time, I never guessed that I would also need that information. I leaned over and kissed her. Her lips were tightly closed like she was refusing to take medicine. I smiled down at her the put my fingers to the sides of her mouth and squeezed a little.

She got the message and relaxed a little and smiled back. I kissed her again, and slowly slid my hand to her nipple. I moved down to take her nipple in my mouth, and she reacted as if I had tickled her. I gave her a scolding look, and she relaxed again.

I went back to her nipple, and slid my hand down to her pussy. She jumped a bit, but didn't push me away. I knew I had to get her wet, so I moved further down and between her legs. I licked her little clit, and slipped my tongue between her tight labia.

After a while, I moved back up to kiss her again. Her hand found my soft cock and grasped it. I suddenly knew how Etienne felt when pressured into performing with a girl.

The image of Etienne's beautiful body flashed through my mind, and I felt my dick start to harden in her hand. I continued to Kiss her and think of Etienne. I rubbed her little clit, hoping she would produce some lubrication for herself.

I moved over on top of her and placed my now hard dick at her tiny opening. I looked at her and hesitated a moment. She nodded, and braced herself. I pushed a little, and she grunted, but I didn't break through. I pulled back slightly and shoved forward hard.

I broke through her hymen, and she cried out loudly. I felt bad about it and started to retreat. Then I heard the door open behind me, and knew that Bruno had come in when he heard her cry out.

I thrust forward a few more times causing her to groan in pain with each push. Soon, I was buried to the balls. I pushed in and out a few times, wondering if it was blood or natural lubrication that made my strokes easier.

I noticed out of the corner of my eye, that Bruno had removed his robe and was standing next to the bed. His dick was limp, and he reached for her hand. It was time to test my theory.

I lay down on her and whispered in her ear, "Say..Oh Daddy."

"Oh Daddy," she moaned.

"Is he fucking you good, baby girl?" Bruno asked.

"Say…Oh yes Daddy." I instructed.

"Oh yes Daddy," she repeated.

Glancing at Bruno, I see his dick is hard now.

It was difficult to concentrate on orchestrating this whole show, and think about Etienne at the same time. I needed to keep hard while fucking the little girl.

She raised her knees a bit, and wrapped her arms around me. I looked into her eyes, and they were sparkling. She was beginning to enjoy it. I could feel her hips raising up to meet my thrusts.

I whispered to her, "Say…Oh God."

"Oh God," she moaned.

Bruno was now stroking his dick, she was bucking under me, and I was wishing I was in France.

I picked up the pace, driving hard into her with every thrust.

"Oh God…Oh God…Oh God" she moaned every time I hit bottom.

Man she was getting good at this, I thought.

Then she yelled, "OOHH..GODD."

Her little pussy tightened around my dick, and I realized I had made her cum. I shot my load a couple of thrusts later, and looked at Bruno. He had cum running down his fingers that were still wrapped around his fat cock.

Bruno picked up his robe and left the room. I looked down at her. She smiled and gave me a very nice kiss. It could have been gratitude or sexual. Either way, it was sincere and very nice.

I pulled my dick from her, and saw that it was streaked with cum and blood. I went to the bathroom for a warm damp towel. I went back and cleaned her recently deflowered pussy. She smiled at me as I tended to her.

I wiped my still semi hard dick off after I finished with her. She noticed, and took the towel and finished what I had started. Then she examined my cock, as if wondering how it fit inside her and brought her pleasure.

I patted my chest and said, "David."

She put her hand on her own chest and said, "Iga."

Bruno returned with bottled water. "Time to rehydrate."

We each took a bottle and drank.

"That was even more wonderful than I had imagined. David, you're incredible."

"So is Iga."

"Iga? Is that her name? I just picked her up a couple of days ago and haven't really spoke to her. Well, Iga, you're a very pretty girl."

"She doesn't speak English." I pointed out.

"Oh, I see. Wait. Then how did…Never mind. You never cease to amaze me David."

"How much did you pay for her?" I asked.

"You can get kids over there pretty cheap. But finding a virgin her age is pretty expensive. She was fifth thousand. I wanted a virgin for you. I'm sure you don't get many virgins in…well, in your line of work."

"So, what's going to happen to her now?"

"Now that you've taken her cherry, I have several boys lined up to fuck her. Then, well, I really haven't thought about that yet."

"I'll buy her from you. A hundred thousand." I didn't want Bruno to just drop her in the ocean when he was done with her.

"David, my dear boy. You have no idea how hard it was to find her. I appreciate the offer, but I have plans for her," Bruno said.

"One fifty, then," I countered.

"It's not the money, dear boy. I have plans. But when I'm through with her, I will let you have her at her original price of fifty thousand. How's that?"

"Promise? And you won't hurt her in the meantime?"

"I promise. Though her little pussy may not be as tight as it is right now. You two get some rest. But no fucking until come back."

When Bruno was gone, I tried to explain to her that he wouldn't kill her but she would be doing a lot of fucking.

She grinned and pointed her index finger back and forth between us.

I shook my head no, and explained that it would be lots of different boys. I told her to call Bruno 'Daddy' when she was being fucked, but any other time to call him Bruno.

I explained as best I could that Bruno trusted me, and that I had told him not to hurt her, that I couldn't stop them from fucking her, but she wouldn't be harmed.

Iga seemed to understand, but she was scared. She cried herself to sleep in my arms. I slept a while too.

Bruno woke us up and told me to fuck her again. With Etienne in my head, I was able to give a believable performance. Iga appeared to enjoy it as well. Or maybe girls are just born knowing how to fake it. I would like to think she truly enjoyed it.

That is how at the age of fourteen, I bought a little girl. It had been six months since I had been with them, when I got a call from Bruno.

The boss was standing beside me, wondering why Bruno would call me and not him. I turned and asked him, "How much cash do I have?"

The boss looked at me oddly and asked "In your account, or on board?"

"On board right now in cash. How much?"

"Close to a million that hasn't been put in the Cayman Island bank. Why?"

"I need fifty thousand," I told him.

I told Bruno I had the money and arrangements were made to meet up with them a couple of days later.

When Iga saw me, she screamed my name and ran to hug me. I later learned that Bruno hadn't told her that I was the one that bought her.

The boss got a little excited at the prospect of having a second child prostitute working for him.

"Sorry Boss. I bought her. She's mine. And she's out of the whore business."

"What do you plan to do with a ten year old girl?"

"She can sleep in my cabin, and no I'm not fucking her. If you want me to pay for her food I will."

Iga had learned some English and we were able to communicate better. When the other girls found out why I bought her, they had a new respect for me, each planting a kiss on my cheek. They loved Iga, and helped her a lot.

The first night in my cabin, Iga was anxious to have sex. She was upset when I turned her down. She thought I didn't want her because she had been with lots of boys. I explained that I wished it had been me to be with all those boys. She finally understood when I told her the only reason I did it the first time was to save us, and the only way I could was by thinking about a boy I knew.

But she had been having a lot of sex for six months, and had grown to like it. I pretended not to know that once in awhile she would let Marc fuck her. And one handsome young steward also got to have her when they could find a time and place.

When she turned twelve, she got her first period, and I put her on the pill.

The best part was, she was my roommate, confidant, and friend. Aside from the weird situation, we were like any two best friends. Laughing and playing and running around driving the grownups crazy. I just happened to be fucking strange men most nights for a lot of money.

I was invited to Etienne's seventeenth Birthday party. I hadn't seen him in a year, though we did talk on the phone on occasion. When we were alone in the bedroom, Etienne said he thought my dick had grown a lot. I told him his had grown some too.

After our first round of sex, Etienne guiltily admitted he had a girlfriend.His mother had pushed him into dating her, and now the girl was pushing him into sex. He hadn't done it yet, but felt like it was expected by everyone, especially his mother.

I told him all about Iga. How we met, fucked, and now I owned her. He thought it strange that I owned a little girl. I explained that she really had nowhere else to go and that, in our world, she was protected by that ownership. I didn't treat her like a slave, but we were good friends.

While in Hawaii for a few days, I thought about Walker. I called him just to see how he was doing. He was surprised but delighted to hear from me. I asked how his marriage was going, and he said it was great thanks to me. I told him we were in Hawaii, and I thought about him and the time I spent there, and was hoping we could get together for lunch or something.

He said he was now living in Chicago, to be near his wife's family, and he had put the Hawaiian house on the market. I said, too bad because I loved that house. He said make me an offer. I offered about half what it was worth, and he accepted it.

Over the next month I sold a few of my baubles and trinkets to pay for the house, took care of the appointments I had already booked, and got out of the whore business.

I stayed with the boss for over five years. I saw each of the girls replaced by new Annes, Beckys, and Claires. I made a shitload of money, and more importantly, friends. I lived like a king, and saw most of the world.

I hired Remy's younger, larger brother for security. He also kept me warm at night. That is until Etienne graduated from university.

His father knew about us, but his mother was kept in the dark. When Iga turned eighteen, Etienne announced his engagement to her. There was a huge wedding with most the movers and shakers of the world in attendance, not to mention a large number of questionable people as well.

I gave the bride away, after all, she was mine to give.

Etienne's mother was pleased that her son chose such a beautiful bride. She was somehow under the impression that I was Iga's only living relative.

Iga was married with the ring that Bruno gave me after that first visit with him. I thought it fitting.

To the outside world, Etienne and Iga are a happy couple. It's really Etienne and I who are a couple. When Iga decided she wanted children, Etienne fathered a son, and two years later I fathered a daughter. We all live together in a beautiful house in Hawaii. All in all, not a bad life for an orphaned boy cock slut.

The End