Cyberboy

Little Boy in The Big City

Chapter 1

I hadda run away from home when I was only 8-years old 'cuz my Daddy found out I was a little faggot 'cuz of the file of Man-Sex pictures that I'd downloaded from the internet. I had a bunch that were of big, strong Men who were naked with great, big, super-hard, powerful looking Man-Cocks that always got me real-stiff hard and made me have'ta stick my tongue out and lick the screen. I found them on some gay-porn sites that I was prolly never ever s'posed to find stuff like that, but I'm pretty computer-smart and found 'em anyway from after I was 7-years old. I didn't exactly wake up one day and realize that I was a little faggot, but when I came across those piccys, it started to make sense.

I found a book at the library called, So You Think You Might Be Gay! which was a kid's sex-ed book written at least for 10-year olds, but I read it and understood it and knew that for me, it was all true. There were some websites that the book suggested but they were all mostly about boys liking other boys and it didn't exactly seem to be what I was looking for. They didn't say anything at all, fr' instance, about liking to look at pictures of lots-older-guys with really big dicks!

Finally, I really started to understand everything when I finally came across the most awesome pics ever! that These showed a boy, who was just a little older than me, who was getting to suck the big, thick huge Man-Cock of a big, strong, muscular Man! There were only three pictures like that I found, because the next time I looked, that web-page was gone, which was totally unfair because it had taken, like, forever to find it! But I had downloaded them and they were so awesome that I could just stare at them forever!

And that's how my Daddy found me one day when he came home from work early, with me in just my underwear with a totally stiff boy-hard boner. I was standing up in front of my desk and holding on to my monitor-screen and putting my face mostly where the boy's face was, and licking it where the Man's Cock was and saying over and over again, "ohhh, how I wish I was lucky and got to suck for-real Man-Cock like you…!"

I had no idea my Daddy was there, of course, at least until he grabbed me by my hair and pulled me back and slapped me HARD across the face and then dragged me into my bedroom and threw me in and locked the door. He was just raging at me all the time and calling me a little faggot and swearing at me and saying how he wouldn't have a little faggot for a son! It really sounded to me like he meant it for real that he was gonna kill me and I was total scared!

I knew from the websites I'd found that being a real young gay-boy could cause a lot of problems, mostly because of parents. I only lived with my Dad because my Mom had died in a car accident years before. He took care of me but sometimes I think he'd have been happier if I wasn't around. He didn't do a lot of things with me and didn't take me lots of places, but mostly he let me do what I wanted and gave me money and bought me stuff. When he'd bring a lady-friend home with him, he was real strict about me staying in my room and not making any noise.

Anyway, your parents totally control you when you're a little kid and the rules or laws about what they can do with you if you're a gay boy and they don't like that are pretty definite. At 10-years, a boy can emancipate himself and go away and do whatever he wants. But not a littler kid which is why the books and sites I saw had the official statement of 10-years and up. But at 8, they can totally send you to special schools and places to try and make you different, like, not-gay. Or they can do other things including all sorts of home-punishment and indoctrination programs, and even up to and including just turning you over to the Department of Boy-Slavery.

I wasn't sure if killing me and hiding the body was a possibility, but it was sure sounding like. He was muttering and raging and pounding on my door for over an hour that he didn't want people to know he had a little faggot for a son… even if it was just to get rid of me! It did not help at all for me to tell him through the locked door how sorry I was.

Finally, after his last fury, I figured I should just get dressed and sneak out the window and just run for it. And I did and I ran until I was at a Bus Stop seven blocks away. I knew how to use the buses 'cuz I was a latch-key kid who wasd left along a lot, and I used them to get to school and to go anywhere else that I needed to go. So I knew all about schedules and stuff. So I got on and had to switch twice so I was on the right for the big city.

I bet my Daddy noticed that I was gone pretty quick, but he sure didn't put out any missing-child report or anything 'cuz I knowit for sure that he didn't want me back. I bet he hoped that I'd get snatched up by the boy-molesters and get dragged down into some basement-dungeon thing and get raped so hard that I'd scream and never, ever even so much as think about Man-Cock again! But still, it'd be too late because my Daddy was wishing real hard that the boy-molesters would never let me get away and keep me in the dungeon and rape me and rape me and rape me non-stop until they finally decided to kill me by tying me with my arms and legs total wide spread on a table with sharp, little spikes on it that would hurt, and the chains holding my skinny arms'n legs so wide apart would keep pulling and pulling and pulling even more!… so that the way they were gonna kill me was to rip me apart, all gradual, by my arms and legs! But still, while it was happening, I bet my Daddy was wishing that the boy-molesters were still raping me one last time so that I'd really learn my lesson about not wanting to be a little boy-faggot ever again!!

But nuh-uh, that isn't what happened at all. Although Daddy was right about one thing, 'cuz I did mostly get snatched up by the boy-molesters. Now in that book and on the web-sites, they warned a lot about the boy-molesters and how it would be just the worst thing ever for a boy to fall into their hands. But sometimes, in the comments section, an actual boy would write something like how it wasn't really all that bad and sometimes could be even really good. It was hard to find out about any of that sorta stuff because the sites would always delete 'em real quick.

Anyway, so I'd gotten off at downtown and just went walking like I was heading somewhere specific. It was still early evening when I got off and I knew from prior experience that if you just look like you know what you're doing, even if you're a little kid, mostly no one bothers you. But now I'd been walking for a while and I was deep downtown and kind of lost. It was getting late and dark and a little cold, and I was starting to realize that I had no idea what I was going to do.

I hadn't really thought about what I was wearing 'cuz it was just what I threw on real quick after my Dad tossed me into my room. I knew for sure that just being in my underwear if he came through the door would not have been a real good thing. So all I had on was a pair of jeans he'd bought for me a few months ago that were still a little big on me, and a long t-shirt, a wind breaker, and my newest, light blue sports shoes. My hair was kind of a mess and I kinda figured that there wasn't much worry that any boy-molesters were gonna want me anyway.

Then I crossed a street and walked past this alley and saw a boy who'd just come down the back stairs of a building. He was kinda just hanging out, a little half in the shadows; but wow, he was sure dressed real special. He had on a red mesh t-shirt, black leather jacket and black leather collar with little spikes all around it, and black, fingerless gloves with little metal silver rings attached to the wrists. He also wore really super-glisteny, shiny, dark-red, leather-like shorts that fit him awesome snug and were real short too, like just barely below his crotch. Then just a pair of short, white ankle socks and cool, new-looking running-shoes that looked pretty normal, like a typical schoolboy. He had short cropped blond hair that was slicked to little spikes and he was older than me, like maybe 10-years old, a 4th-grader. He was holding a pretty full sports bag in his left hand.

I sort of stopped and kinda obviously stared for a few seconds. He just smiled a little, shifted his stance, and said, "Hey."

"Oh wow. You look awesome!" I blurted out to him.

He grinned some more and said, "Thanks. I'm meeting a couple guys and they like this sort of stuff." He shrugged as he stepped out of the shadows and grinned down at me to add, "Well, so do I." Then he gave me a definite once-over and said, "I haven't seen you around before. You new? Who you running with?"

I shyly admitted that I wasn't really sure what he was asking me, but he got me to tell him that I was a runaway and couldn't ever go home again because my Dad would kill me. I guess he could tell pretty easily from the way I kept looking at him that I liked looking at him that I really liked looking at him. And since he totally knew how hot he looked all sexy-dressed like that, it was no big leap for him to figure out the rest of my story.

Still, when he said, "Oh, I get it. Your Dad found out that you're a little faggot and it pissed him off, right?" I was absolutely astonished and started to stammer out some kind of denial. But he cut that off pretty quick by asking me my name.

I told him my name was Danny and he said his was Kevin even as he drew me back into the alley and into shadow. He said, "Hey, don't worry about it. I'm a boy-faggot for other guys too. Lookit how I'm dressed! Mostly, I got the hots for older guys though, Men, I mean. Big, hot, hard, awesomely strong Men!" He said each of the last words slowly and really breathily and I was listening to everything he said with rapt attention. "I bet you're really the same way, huh?"

I nodded my head slowly and he started asking me a lot of questions like how I ever been banged up my butt, or ever sucked cock or ever been naked with another guy, or even just wrestled with another boy like maybe in just our underwear? I had to answer no to him every time, but then he licked his lips and asked one more, "Do you wanna… ?!"

I couldn't quite get any words out, my mouth was so dry, but finally I slowly nodded my head in agreement and then kept nodding, faster and faster. Kevin looked me up and down, real appraisingly, and then finally made a face, "Bleahh. I mean, ok, you're real cute… I mean hot-looking really. But you can't wear… this stuff."

He pulled his cell phone out of his jacket pocket and checked the time. "We got five minutes still, come on!"

He pulled out his swipe-card and unlocked the back door, and then he held my hand as we ran up the stairs and zoomed up two flights and to his room and another card-swipe and then we were in. We passed right through the living room that hadda big screen TV, and lots of blu-rays and games, and had posters on the wall of muscular, oiled wrestlers and swimmers that I wanted to look at but Kevin said how we didn't have time. There was a tidy little kitchen too that made me realize I was a little hungry but he said how we just didn't have time. Then we were in his bedroom, which was a little messy, with the sheets and blanket of his bed thrown off the back and straps that were attached to the bed posts still lying exposed on the mattress. The floor was littered with paddles and leather straps and some things that I later learned were dildos. He told me how we didn't have any time at all for questions and just to get my clothes off now!

I stripped real quick while he dug through his closet and pulled out a box. I was down to my smooth, white, bikini-briefs-for-boys underwear, and was sliding them down when he said, "No, keep those on. Wow, hot! They look real good on you!"

They did too, they fit nice'n snug like I always thought underwear should. And they were euro-italian briefs that I'd had to buy a three-pack for myself with my own allowance money. I was glad Kevin liked them.

He took charge because, as he kept saying, we were in a real hurry. "Arms up!" he commanded and I did and he gave me a nylon mesh shirt that wasn't as meshy as his, but was still real neat. It was probably one size too small for me so that it came down just barely to my belly button and fit snug. It was blue with a white head opening and white arm openings with no sleeves. I liked it from the one glance in a mirror I got before Kevin was moving on to the next step. For wearing over it, he gave me a blue, short-sleeve, authentic cub-scout shirt to wear, which was also the right size for a boy maybe a year younger than me, but still fit without a struggle. While I buttoned the buttons, he held out a pair of matching blue shorts that I knew for-real cub scouts hadn't ever really worn! These were real small, like, barely covering my underwear small, and also real snug even for me. But Kevin just said that would make 'em look even better so I stepped one foot in first and then the other and Kevin tugged them up. It was a struggle to get them all the way over my firm, round boy-butt (that made Kevin say, "Danny, you have got an awesome butt!"), but he finally was able to snap them closed and zip me up. I finished the shirt buttons and it was good that the shirt was small so I only had a little to tuck neatly into my shorts. Kevin then tied the yellow kerchief around my neck and positioned it just so under my shirt collar.

When he put the regulation cub-scout cap on my head he just whistled sharply, and as he turned me around so I could get a good look in front of a mirror, I complained that this made me look like I was barely a 7-year old!

"Yeah, but you look like a super-sexy 7-year old, trust me. Wow. Say, uhmm, Danny, how old are you anyway?"

"Uhmm, I'm eight, like, two months ago eight." I sort of braced myself for what he was next gonna say, because no matter what I'm wearing, most people think I'm kind of small for my age.

Kevin smiled and stood next to me as we both looked in the mirror. "You're a super hot looking 8-year old, Danny," he said. "Come on, look at me. These shorts I'm wearing? I'm ten, but don't I look like I could super-easily pass as a 9-year old? A lot of really hot guys like boys who don't mind looking younger even than they really are."

I adjusted myself and posed a little. "You mean that really?" I asked as I was starting to like what I was seeing a little more.

"Cute is the new sexy, Danny, 'specially for a littler boy like you. And underneath those shorts, then you've got on that bikini-brief underwear that says how, yeahhh, you're a hot boy who totally wants to have sex!"

Kevin glanced at the clock and said, "Oh shit. We got about thirty seconds. Get your shoes back on real quick. Don't worry, they're fine and they go with the outfit. I don't have any shoes your size anyway.

While I did that he quickly unzipped his sports bag, which I saw was filled with more of the dildo things, some jars and tubes of oils and lubricants, some paddles, some belts, what even looked like maybe whips, and some ropes and ankle and wrist restrains. He thought for a moment, then went to a drawer and came out with some smaller looking dildos and put them in and zipped it back up. I was ready then, so he held my hand and we dashed out of the room and to the door, but before he got it open, there was a beep from his phone.

It was just a text and then he put it back in his pocket. "Ok," he said, they hit traffic so we've got at least twenty minutes. Let's fix your hair."

The bathroom was untidy like his bedroom, mostly because it looked like he'd just used it. There was a towel on the floor and an open jar of hair-gel, and right by the counter next to the toilet was a fancy looking enema kit. Kevin brushed my hair out quickly to get the tangles out. My hair is blond and short but with little curls that come down over my forehead and leave about an inch from the top rim of my glasses. It's always got a sort of wildness to it, but Kevin tamed it as well as anyone has before.

"What's that for?" I asked, pointing to the enema kit; and he answered that it was a real good idea. He started the water running so that it'd get warm , filling up the time with applying a little shiny lip gloss to me and then, it occurred to him, to himself. I liked the way it glistened and started to lean into the mirror for a closer look, but he told me to start hitching my shorts and underwear down, while he checked the water and then filled the enema bag.

By the time my shorts and briefs were down to my knees, he directed me to bend over and touch my toes, and then he pushed the nozzle at the tube's end into my sphincter, which gave me a start. "Relax," he said, "That's no big deal." And he kept his one hand firmly on my the back of my waist to keep me bent over and started to squeeze the warm water up inside of me.

I made a real contented sighhh, and Kevin giggled. "I thought so," he said.

"What?"

"I figured you for a total bottom boy and I was right. Sex for you is up your butt. I mean, at your age it would be anyway but it's how you're wired… that's cool. Hey relax, I am totally the same way! Getting stuff up my ass is how I get off. I'll spread my legs for just about anything with a big dick!"

He patted my back. "Ok, keep your legs together now and kind of clench your butt-hole insides a little. No… the other way, clench. Thaaaaat's good. Now stand up and step back over the bowl, sit down, give it a moment and let go."

There was a continuous splashing sound that went on for nearly minute. It was kind of like going to the bathroom except the easiest going-to-the-bathroom I'd ever had. But also one of the longest, like, I couldn't believe all that was me; even though a lot of it, sure, was the water he'd put into me.

"Perfect," said Kevin as he pulled me back up. "And let's see… yeah, that's what I thought. And ok, away with that," with a flush of the toilet, "And let's do it again."

I dunno why I protested because I'd really actually liked it except that going like that in front of Kevin was a little embarrassing. But he said two more times. The last one, he'd a little scent to it that he got from a set of little bottles he had in the cabinet. This one was labeled, 'vanilla,' and he added just a few drops and then shook it up and squooze it in.

"Now you are as fresh and even sweet-smelling as you totally always ought to be." We both giggled as he used the floor from the towel to dry off my butt and around my upper thights. Then he helped me back on with my white bikini-briefs and my too-tight shorts.

He glanced again at the time and said, "Well, we've still got time so let me show you some stuff, kay?" And we went back to his living room area which has a desk next to the small kitchen table with a computer on it that come on at the touch of a button. He typed his password too fast for me to read and first closed his calendar date-file, which looked pretty full. Then he brought up a folder in a folder in a folder in a folder that had some vid-files in it.

The first showed Kevin sucking a guy's cock, he started it practically in the middle of the video. It was real close up and a super-clean video shot with a couple of cameras and it was so deliberate that it looked like a how-to video for boys who are learning to suck cock. There was even a voice-over, with the sound of Kevin cheerfully guiding the young student into what to do with your lips and tongue and about swallowing, not just the sperm, but taking the thick cock down into your throat. There were tips on when to go slow and when to speed up and how to make it last and how to make it quick. And especially how to do it for when it's just a warm-up to getting it slick and ready to go up your tight, little butt!

"I can't wait to suck my first cock!" I said as he clicked that one off and started another.

"Uh huh," he said as the next one began, again, about five minutes from the beginning which Kevin shrugged and said it was just a lot of, "Hi, my name is Kevin and I'm gonna teach you about," stuff, and then, y'know, the fore-play. "You're just gonna have to follow everyone's lead on foreplay, Danny, we don't have lots of time."

The new vid started playing with Kevin on his back, very naked, and with one leg lifted up and a Man's slick, gel-covered fingers rubbing against his exposed, very taut-looking sphincter. Kevin again moved the cursor to get past about three minutes of finger ass-play, and then Danny gasped to see the Man's cock poking against Danny's slimy looking anus and then start to push in. Kevin pressed the pause as a close-up shot of his face filled the screen. His eyes were tightly shut and his teeth were clenched and there were tears already rolling down his cheeks.

For-real Kevin took up the narration. "Just in case you didn't know for sure, this is for-real butt-fucking. Lots of guys like it a lot to push their super-hard cock up inside a boy's butt and fuck him like that. It's not all just cock-sucking, Danny. Guys are totally gonna want to fuck you up your butt. And take a close look there. That's me like from just a few months ago when we made this. And I'd been doing this for… a long time before that. So still, when a guy's big cock goes up inside me, ok, at first it just hurts. I mean it just totally hurrrrrrrts."

He took it off pause and let the sound of his "GAHHHH!" from being stuffed with so much man-cock just fill the room. I could tell for sure that he wasn't faking anything, he was definitely have to struggle not to start crying from it.

Kevin touched my shoulder and shrugged. "I'm only a 10-year old boy, and you're only 8-years old, Danny. Lookit how big that cock is… how thick and long it is! They've gotta push real hard and use lubricant to have anal sex with us 'cuz we're real tight back there. Mostly, that's what makes it awesome, because after a bit, trust me, you will think that it is the best thing ever. But at first, for the first few minutes and probably mostly for your first time… it IS going to hurt. Ok, it is going to hurt a lot!"

By then, the fuck motion of Man and boy on the screen was in full action. Kevin-on-the-screen was starting flex himself and use his hips and thighs and legs and even stomach muscles so that he was taking more dick inside him and definitely, I could tell, starting to like it. I watched, just mesmerized, as that big cock that Kevin said was ten-inches long, disappeared all the way inside Kevin's slender body and then pulled nearly all the way out, and then back in again. And I saw the look on Kevin's face, a look between gasps of utter rapture that I'd never seen before on anyone ever in my life.

"I want to do it," I said. "I want to do that so much, Kevin."

He snapped the video off, shut the program down, closed the windows and then clicked the computer off with rapid-fire precision. "Good," he said, "That's what I figured but what I wanted to hear. Ok, let's go. You ready to become a for-real boy-faggot, Danny?"

"You bet, Kevin!" And I held his hand firmly as he stepped out of his apartment, closed the door, and dashed down the stairs together, giggling as we went. As we stopped at the bottom door, I asked him how he could have such a nice place all to his own.

Kevin fiddled with the lock but took it slowly really so he could explain things to me. "I'm an emancipated minor, 10-year old boy in the legitimate sex trade, Danny. My own family, I mean, sure, they had issues with the kind of boy I am. I mean, a boy-faggot totally into older guys. I had a Teacher and a Soccer Coach that I kind of got in trouble while I was just nine. Still, my folks didn't freak or throw me out or anything. I was tested and they determined that… heck yeah, I was a faggot boy who liked to get fucked by Men. Heh, more like a clinical need, actually. And what's more, for me it was also being a boy, y'know, being so much smaller and… pre-adolescent. That was my identity… like a total gay-sex driven, Peter Pan complex. Some boys are just like that. I kinda think maybe you are too.

"Anyway, you've maybe read somewhere that 10-years old is the lowest limit of emancipated minor status? But really, if you're a total gay-sex identified, utter catamite, cock-loving boy… heh, they'll make exceptions. For me it was just that by the time my parents ran me through all the tests that they could find, kinda wayyyy past the point of even me totally getting it, I just barely crossed over the 10-years mark. But really, that was almost three years ago, so in another month, I'll really be, like, thirteen."

He opened the door and we entered into the alleyway again. "So if after tonight, if you really like it and feel you wanna, I'll have you meet my guy, Kyle. Every registered boy still has a guy, kinduva agent, who's responsible for checking up on him and making sure things are clean and safe and so that the Accredited Union of Boys gets their cut and so on. Kyle takes his too, but he's a nice guy and we're just little kids, right? So it really is a good idea to have someone that makes sure you're safe. He has my date calendar and I'm GPS tagged so anyone knows that fucking with me the wrong way is a bad idea."

He let a pause go by. "Because Kyle is licensed and real capable of beating the shit out of anyone."

Kevin looked me over again and made an adjustment here and there to my outfit, while concluding his explanation of the world of boyhood sexuality, "So I bet you never had even the slightest idea that anything that I've been talking about could actually exist, huh? They AUB kind of keeps a low profile which I think is stupid because it fucks some boys that never hear of it and wind up growing up total unhappy about it. Sucks."

He stepped back, looked me over again, whistled, and told me how I looked sizzling hot!

"I still don't look half as hot as you do," I said.

"Well, that's 'cuz, for one, you like me because I'm bigger than you and two, sure, I am incredibly sexy and hot! But you're hot too, Danny, just in a different way." Then he just paused and took a moment to think about stuff and finally said, "Look Danny, what's gonna happen with these guys tonight that I was seeing… that we're now both gonna see,.,is gonna be pretty hard. They're nice guys, ok, but they like to play some ruff games. I mean, ok, I happen to like ruff games… I like it when guys treat me like a… like a tuff boy, y'know? Not like I'm some whiney girl, but a real boy!

He knelt down and made one last adjustment to my cub-scout blue short pants. "But this is gonna be your first time and these guys… ! Look, I know from the way they did it with me the first time, that they'll be pretty nice to you. And the cub scout outfit's gonna help that too, y'know, not to go all bestial. But still, ok, you are totally gonna have'ta suck cock, which you are dying to do anyway, I know. And you are definitely gonna get spanked for being such a bad boy cub-scout… and take my word for it, if you have been spanked before you have never really been spanked before. That's a whole different video. You can also count on getting to feel some of the smaller dildos up your butt which is mostly to get your ready because, honestly, at least one of them is totally gonna wanna fuck you up your awesomely perfect ass and Man-Sperm you inside. Heh, do you even know what I mean?"

"Not exactly,"

"Well, if you come with us, you will. I was gonna be spending the whole night with these guys and most of the morning. They're safe. I've done it before with them, and they're really cool! But it's gonna be a lot for a newbie, I mean, it might be too much, ok? You saw the stuff in my bag? They've got more. Maybe you shouldn't wanna go to something that's gonna be this kinda extreme."

I wasn't sure at all, really. It was all happening so fast. But I liked Kevin and the way he looked and acted and dressed and talked, and I really did feel just right away that I wanted to be just like him. So I asked, "What's it really like, I mean, what's it really like to get fucked up your butt and get to have Man-Sperm all up inside you?"

Kevin took a moment, and then grinned and stroked his fingers against my cheek and said to me, "For boys who are total faggots like me and like you, it is the best, most supreme thing ever!"

"Then I wanna do it, Kevin!" I beamed with excitement.

He stroked his hand behind my head and smiled and gave a playful nibble to his lower lip and said to me, "I will make total sure that you have fun, Danny. You may get a little nervous and scared, and you will get a little hurt too. So will I, but don't worry 'cuz that's totally part of what makes it exciting and fun. Did you like my posters? Yeah, big muscular Men are awesome, huh? These guys are super-hot body-builders just like that. You're gonna like it, I c'n tell. Being in the strong arms of a Big Man like that… you really won't mind it if sometimes it hurts a little. In fact, I bet you'll be like me and you'll wanna take it kinda ruff'n hard so you c'n show them how brave and boy-tuff you are, huh?"

"Yeah," I said in agreement with my boy-dick getting very hard in my snug shorts, even if I didn't exactly understand why.

"I'm gettin' real boned-up talkin' about sex with you, Danny… you're so hot. The cub scout uniform looks awesome on you, and you looked super-sexy in just your underwear too. Did you pick those out for yourself?"

"Uh-huh," I said, "My Dad would never buy me stuff like that on his own. He always bought me yucky boxer-brief underwear that I don't like at all."

Kevin nodded in agreement. "Dad's are lame. Those looked supreme on you! I've got tons of sexy underwear and bikini-speedos and stuff like that. I really like to look sexy, y'know? It's cool to dress like I totally wanna gettit from hot guys. I've got some other stuff that'll fit you nice so you look mega cute and sexy!" He gave me a real tender hug and I hugged him back.

"You're my little brother now, 'kay? And I'm your big brother! Oh man, I cannot wait… I cannot wait, Danny, 'til they have us side by side, and we are all naked, and we are both totally getting fucked up our butts together!" He stroked his hand against the front of my shorts and felt my dagger-hard stiffness. "We're gonna have so much fun! Imagine, we're two brothers and we're gonna both have sex with Men together! Fukkin' awesome!!"

We didn't even notice it at first that the dark SUV had pulled up, but the door slid open and a Man's voice softly called out, "Kevin!" We both turned and ohhh, I needed no urging. The guy facing us in the vehicle was big and so strong like he'd just been to the gym. He was in his twenties with a shaved head and was wearing a jet-black, snug fitting tank top and black leather pants, and I would have followed him anywhere. The driver was equally manly, with long, jet-black hair like a barbarian hero, with huge shoulders and arms, wearing a white tank top with dockers pants, that I just wanted to unsnap right away so that I could suck his, I bet, really big and juicy Man-Cock.

"Who's this kid?" asked the man in black.

"This is my little brother, Danny. He finally caught up with me 'cuz he wants to learn all about Sex-with-Men and being-a-boy like me. I told him about you guys and he said how he wants'ta totally dive right into the deep end straight off… except, maybe still go a little easy on him, 'kay?"

"Is he really a virgin?"

"Yessir," I answered for myself, a little surprised at my own boy-boldness. "But I don't wanna be anymore. I wanna learn… everything, like my big-brother Kevin!"

We all got in the SUV and drove away. For an extra $300, Kevin did not see any reason at all why they couldn't also invite Matthew, Nathan, and Jack (all guys Kevin knew) for the party. But for the first few hours, it was just gonna be them.

"Hey Danny," said George, the Man in black, "You make a really cute cub scout. How many merit badges do you have?"

"Uhmmm… none."

"Mmmmmm," licked the lips of Alex, the driver. "Your first one then is gonna be for cock-sucking, and you can keep your uniform on. Heh, I want you to get some pictures of that, George, it's gonna be fukkin' hot!"

"Sure," he said, "And yeah, I know pictures cost extra, Kevin. Fuck, you're such a little boy-whore, aren't you? But we'll get our money's worth, believe me! That leather-bondage rig you're wearing is filling my head with all sorts of dark shit I'm gonna do to you! And I bet you're gonna be boned up all the way, huh, you little boy-fag?"

"Yeah, fuk yeah! I am a total boy-fag and I can't wait!"

"Can't wait for what?"

"To get it! To get tied up real tight and total helpless. And then, oh man, you guys are gonna beat me with all sorts of shit. And then… and then I'm gonna get fucked! I'm gonna get fucked super-hard up my tight, 10-year old boy-ass by awesome Man-Cock!!"

Both of the men we're real excited. George urged it on, "You love it, don't you?"

"I fukkin' luvit! I love Man-Cock up my boy-butt! 'Cuz I'm a 4th-grader schoolboy whore-faggot and there is nothing I like better than gettin' utter man-fucked super-deep up my boy-butt by big, strong, awesome, Muscle-Men!! Anal-sex fukkin rulzzz!!"

"I wannit too!" I piped in, caught-up in all the pre-sex excitement!

"What do you want, a little kid like you?" sneered George.

"I wanna get fucked! I wanna get Awesome Man-Cock up my 8-year old boy-ass!"

"Are you a little faggot just like your big brother, Danny?" asked Alex who visibly shook when he heard my age confirmed. Kevin knew it for sure that it would be Alex who would be my first fuck ever.

"Yeah, I'm a little faggot too!"

George turned around and told me to spread my legs open and he felt between them and said, "Wow, our little cub scout's got quite a stiff boy-boner! I guess he really must be a little faggot!"

"I said so," I exclaimed. "I am totally a little faggot! I can't wait to earn my first ever merit badge for sucking Mr. Alex's Man-Cock!"

Kevin grinned, "You have to swallow it all before you earn the badge."

"Swallow what… ?" Despite my enthusiasm, I was still a little confused.

Despite our shoulder-strap seat belts, Kevin hugged me and answered, "All his thick, steamy, delicious Man-Sperm that'll come out of his Man-Cock after you suck him good.

"Oh."

"You wanna gulp it all down, Danny," Kevin added thoughtfully. "It's full of rich protein and is super-good for boy-fags like us! It helps make us strong and tuff and boy-brave!"

"So we can take it being fucked up our… our tight boy-butts by such Big Men?" I asked a little tentatively, as though forgetting my earlier exclamations and even forgetting that Alex and George were even in the car with us.

"Yeah," grinned Kevin, "It'll fill you with boy-courage and you'll wanna take it from a Man, take it deep up your butt so that it feeeeeeels so massively supreme! And even when it hurts, 'specially at first, you'll wanna take it and be utter boy-tuff about it."

"I do! I wanna! I know it!"

"You don't want to be a little, cry-baby girl about it, do you?" he asked as he turned to look me straight in the face.

"No Kevin," I answered, "I wanna be a total boy! I wanna take it! I won't cry… I won't"

And Kevin kissed me with his hands on either side of my face. He kissed me deep like I'd never been kissed before. And his tongue went in to explore my mouth and, like instinct, mine lapped up to greet him in total boy-tongue love. We kissed together for so long until he finally pulled back and said, "It's Ok to cry a little if it hurts too much, Danny! Just always cry like a boy, 'kay?"

"Kevin will show you," inserted George into the conversation, "How a boy is supposed to cry."

Alex chimed in with his own insight. "Kevin is an awesome boy, Danny. You're lucky to have met him because you will learn so much about being a boy-faggot from Kevin."

George turned around to look at us both in the back seat with a face that looked both friendly and menacing at the same time. "But Kevin is still just a boy, only a 10-year old boy. And sometimes, even a boy can't take it and he has to cry. Are you ready to cry for us tonight, Kevin?"

It took a moment, and the silence in the SUV was almost chilling. Then Kevin replied with a quiet but almost desperate voice. 'Oh yes," he answered, "I'm ready. I wanna cry. I can't wait 'til you make me cry. ohhhh fuk, I wanna get spanked! I wanna get spanked so many times that I have'ta cry! Are you gonna tie me up? Oh yeahhh, I fukkin' love getting tied up. Spread my legs apart, yeahhh, and jump me! Hump me hard'n fierce! Hammer-pound me up my tite boy-ass so much that it really hurrrrtz so that I have'ta cry."

"Yeah, it'll be easy for us to get a little boy-faggot like you to cry." George said with a very condescending tone.

"Like hell!" Kevin snapped back with a wicked smile. "You are gonna have'ta work for it to get my tears! Sure, I'm a faggot an' I'm a little whore too, but I'm still a fukkin' wicked-tuff boy!"

"Me too!" I chimed in. "I'm a faggot and I'm gonna be a little whore, but I'm a… a fukkin' wicked-tuff boy too! Just 'cuz I'm younger and smaller, doesn't mean I'm gonna cry so easy! And when… IF I do, I'm gonna cry like a fukkin' wicked-tuff boy!!" I had no idea what I was talking about.

"Well, in a few more minutes, we're going to find out," said Alex as he drove us past the gate and up the driveway of their very big house, and then pulled into the enormous garage that loomed like a great, black mouth that was swallowing us up. As the door closed behind us, I gulped fearfully and Kevin held me hand. My life was about to change forever!