Julia Hardacre

Little Rich Boy

I was once mistaken for a male prostitute on my way home from the gym and it kind of changed my life. OK, I guess I looked the part and the gym was in a pretty sleazy part of town so I shouldn't have been so surprised.

I had been trying to hail a cab without any luck and was leaning on a lamp post looking dejected when the stretch limo pulled up, almost silently. The man at the wheel, who looked quite a lot older than God, wound down the window and croaked at me. "Looking for business?"

I opened my mouth to tell him to get lost when he jerked his thumb over his shoulder, indicating I should talk to his passenger. Imagine my surprise when the rear window rolled down and a good-looking boy around eleven, with longish blonde hair, popped his head out.

"You're hot," he said, looking me up and down. "Wanna come for a ride?"

Sometimes when something really bizarre happens your brain goes into overdrive and you work out what's going on in a flash, even when it's stranger than fiction. I'd been mistaken for a fag whore and my client was a sexually precocious preteen boy, presumably obscenely rich and totally out of control. That's why I just said "Sure" and got into the car.

The kid was alone in the back of the limo, thank goodness, and there was a barrier between the passenger section and the driver. I made myself comfortable on the luxurious leather seating.

He pressed an intercom button and said: "Benson, just drive around." His eyes were on me the whole time, and not on my face by the way.

"How much for the whole afternoon?" he asked. "You know, anything goes." I had to think quickly. What on earth was the going rate for this type of thing?

"Well," I said, "With you being under age and everything… I couldn't take the risk for less than five hundred."

"OK," he said brightly. At his feet was a typical kid's backpack, blue with pictures of Kevin Bacon stuck on it. He took out a very thick wad of twenties and peeled off a handful. Perhaps I should have asked for more.

"There's about two-fifty there," he said. "The rest when we get finished…" I reached for the money but he continued "… but first I need to get a good look at your cock."

I said "OK" but didn't know what to do next. Tut-tutting he knelt on the spacious floor of the limo in front of me, deftly unfastened my belt and helped me off with my shorts. We had trouble getting them over my construction worker boots, which I wore because I thought they looked cool. "Nice boots," he commented. "Wish I could get those in my size."

He returned to the matter in hand and pulled down my underpants. Fortunatley it was a warm day and Mr Knobby was looking mighty fine, flaccid so far but massive. My young client studied it minutely, his face only inches away from the flesh.

"That's a REAL whopper," he said, looking up at me. Then he put his face closer and gave it a sniff. Fortunately my man-meat was still shower-fresh.

"Do you go with many boys?" he asked.

"None," I said. That part was true. "I usually specialize in servicing the ladies."

"That's OK" he said, handing me the cash. "I love virgins. We're going to have so much fun."

I thought he was going to take my cock in his mouth right there and then, but it seemed like some foreplay was required. He sat beside me and we made out as the limo cruised slowly through the city streets. Actually his idea of making out was sucking my face with his hand gripping my shaft. I had a steely erection within about ten seconds. It was now so thick he couldn't get his slim little hand all the way around it. With chicks, I was used to a little more in the way of preliminaries before I unzipped but this very cute little boy clearly knew what he wanted. Anyway, I was bought and paid for.

I had never kissed a preteen boy before, not in adult life, but so far I was liking it – a lot. He put his tongue into my mouth as far as he could and did some odd things with it, like getting it between my teeth and lips and under my tongue. He licked my face a lot, which was also a bit weird, and then my neck with long wet strokes from my collar bone to my chin.

We broke off after a while to get some air. He looked down at my cock, which by now was looking up at him.

"That's pretty amazing," he said. "How long is it exactly?"

"Eight inches [20 cm] last time I measured," I said. "I guess there are bigger ones."

"It'll be just fine," he said. "My god look at the veins in it!" He traced one large blood vessel with the tip of his finger from the thick root of my penis, down in my luxuriant pubic hair, to where it disappeared just below the glans.

"I'm not sure if we're going to fit that that thing inside me," he said. "But we'll sure have fun trying."

As he sat there studying my erection I took the opportunity to look him over. He was unremarkably dressed in t-shirt, shorts and sneakers with no socks, but I could see everything he wore was the best money could buy. The shorts were a higher cut than a young boy would normally wear, and they showed off his great legs.

A lot of boys this age have kind of skinny legs with knobbly knees but this little hottie had legs to match any girl. They were pretty long for a kid his age and quite shapely. I've always been very much a leg man with girls so I guess I'm the same with boys.

He noticed I was looking at his legs and straightened one so I could get a good look, resting his sneaker-clad heel on the driver's cab in front.

"My finest feature, so guys tell me," he said, grinning. "Apart from my butt, that is."

"Very nice indeed," I said, and ran my hand from his heel, over his shapely calf to his creamy thigh.

"I think we'd better get naked," he said suddenly, lifting his tee-shirt and pulling it over his head. "We're wasting good fucking-time."

I watched him strip. As I supected he was wearing no underpants under his teensy shorts and I got a look at his penis for the first time. It was completely hairless but a pretty respectable size, maybe 3-4 inches [8-10 cm]. It looked quite delicious.

He stood up, naked but for his sneakers, and turned around. He had to keep his head down to avoid bumping it on the roof of the limo. "See what I mean about the butt?" he asked.

Indeed I saw. I reached out to touch those lovely little alabaster hemispheres but he moved away, giggling. "Take your shirt off, then," he instructed.

I pulled my polo over my head and tossed it. He looked me up and down.

"You must spend some time working out," he commented and sat on my lap straddling my thighs, facing me. His little flaccid cock resting against my massive vertical phallus presented an interesting contrast.

I raised my arms in a typical muscleguy pose and he ran his hands over my shoulders and biceps. I noticed his penis stiffening as he did this.

As he ran his fingers through my chest hair I had a few second to gauge the length of my cock against his slender torso. My cock-head was about level with his belly-button. I knew enough about anatomy to figure that putting my prong inside him ball-deep, as now seemed inevitable, would involve some fairly major re-arrangment of his insides.

He reached into his backpack and brought out a large tube of lubricant. "We're going to need plenty of this," he said, squeezing out a generous handful and applying it to my cock.

"Do you want me to wear a condom?" I asked. I didn't have any with me but I felt sure he would have some in his pack. "You must be joking!" he exclaimed. "I want it bare."

He was applying lube so enthusiatically that there was a distinct possibility I'd ejaculate before I even got my cock inside him. "That should do it," he said in the nick of time and sat back to admire my glistening shaft.

"How do you want to do me?" he asked. "Front or back?"

It was a difficult choice as I didn't know how many chances I would be getting. I relished the thought of seeing my cock disappearing between his delectable buttcheeks. On the other hand I was dying to see the expression on his face as I pushed it into him.

"Front way I guess," I answered.

"Great," he said. "That way we can kiss and fuck at the same time."

He slid off my lap and assumed the position on the seat beside me, holding his knees up to his shoulders.His cute pink asshole was presented at the perfect angle. I took my boots off and turned to kneel on the seat facing him, my thighs either side of his hips.

I edged closer until my bulbous glans pressed up against his little puckered anus.

"Ready for this?" I asked.

He nodded. "Go for it, big boy," he said.

I increased the pressure but nothing happened except his anus was pushed inward a little. I was a bit worried about bruising him but there was no way I could stop now. The kid was going to be thoroughly reamed. I pushed harder still and felt his anal sphincter starting to open a little, then suddenly my glans was inside him and I could feel the tight band of his anus around my shaft.

He seemed OK so I pushed in further. He had an oddly serious but distracted expression as though he trying to solve a math problem in his head. I was into him about three inches [7 cm] when felt his rectum take that turn to the right into the colon. It was a bit like pushing through a second sphincter.

I pressed on and felt my cock emerge into the more spacious lower colon. I was trying to imagine was happening inside him and supposed it was a bit like pushing your arm into the sleeve of a sweater. My hard cock was straightening out his gut.

Whatever was happening it felt wonderful.

I pushed in a little further and asked him how it felt.

"It's fine," he said. "You're through the tight part now."

"I guess you've done this before," I said. "How many men's cocks have you had in here?"

He made a big show of counting on both hands. I think he may have been spoofing me.

"Do other boys' cocks count?" he asked.

"Um… no, just over 18 years old."

"Well you must be the fifteenth, maybe," he said smiling at me. "But you're easily the biggest! I mean the thickest."

I looked down at his anus making a tight 'O' around my shaft. I was really stretching him but he seemed Ok with it.

"Not too thick for you then?" I asked.

"Nah," he said. "I like a really big piece of meat inside me."

"Well, there's about 4 inches [10 cm] to go," I said.

I changed our position, leaning forward to lie on top of him. He let go his legs and wrapped them tightly around my hips. That was when I realised I might have some trouble stopping myself ejaculating too soon. The feel of his smooth thighs against my sides was about as much as I could take and there was briefly a risk I would drain both balls into the kid there and then. Somehow I managed to hold on to it.

I put my full weight on him but propped myself on by elbows so my chest hair wasn't in his face. He looked up at me expectantly.

"I'm ready for more," he said.

I tried an initial gentle thrust and got the rest inside him. My cock gets very thick near the root and the last couple of inches took a little more effort.

"That's the whole thing," I informed him.

"Yes, I know," he said. "I can feel your big balls flapping against my butt!"

He turned his head to one side and listened to my chest. "You're heart is really thumping," he said. "And I can feel your pulse in your cock as well!"

I twitched my cock inside him. I'm pretty good at that. Girls like it too.

"Wow that's really cool," he said, delighted. "I thought you were cumming for a second. Don't cum yet will you?"

"Everything's under control in that department," I said. It had been a close thing though.

"Kiss me," he said, putting his arms around my neck. He stretched up and I kind of scrunched down and we could just about get our mouths to meet. I twitched my cock a few more times as I put my tongue in his mouth.

Breaking off he giggled. "That feels so funny," he said. "How about trying to touch the end of your cock with the tip of your tongue?" he joked. "I don't mind having things right down my throat."

I kissed him again with lots of deep tongue. I must have been down as far as his tonsils but he didn't gag or anything. That was very encouraging news if he ever got around to giving me a blow-job.

Breaking off again I said; "See how you like this!"

I pulled out my cock until the head almost fell out of his ass and pushed it all the way back until it was ball-deep again.

"That's awesome," he squealed with delight. "I can feel all the big veins in it."

Some times words can do it for you too. I had another near miss from the ejaculation point of view. I don't often have much of a problem with prematures but this kid was something special.

Keeping control of myself I settled into a regular rhythm on top of him. I gave him some of the slow deep strokes I knew he liked, interspersed with some vigorous jiggy stuff. I knew he loved it from his blissful expression and the fact that his little hard-on was poking me in the belly. This continued for several minutes.

"You've got such a great cock," he whispered, wrapping his gorgeous legs around me again.

"It's all yours for as long as you want," I said. "But maybe I'll take a little rest now."

"OK," he said. "Don't you dare take it out."

I lay on top of him with my penis deep in his insides, panting. I eventually relaxed a little but my cock was still as hard as iron. How could it be otherwise with this sexy little firecracker?

After a while, with a struggle, I resumed a kneeling position. I was careful not to let my penis come out of his ass. I wanted to try something.

I put the flat of my palm on his belly, just below his navel, and pressed quite hard. I guess he might have broken wind but for the fact that his rectum was full of cock. I gave him a couple more of the deep strokes. Sure enough, I could feel my penis moving inside him, under my hand.

"That feels so weird," he said. "I like it though. Press a bit harder."

I did what he said and fucked him some more with my hand pressing on his belly. I guess the extra pressure on my cock was what did it. I felt that deep tickle somewhere in my prostate, or wherever, that indicated ejaculation was imminent. I thought I'd better warn him.

"I'm going to cum," I said. "Sorry, I can't stop it now."

"That's Ok," he said. "Give me everything you've got."

After precisely five more strokes I exploded. I think I may have passed out momentarily because my recollection is a bit hazy. I remember the delicious throbbing pain in my lower belly and the faint buzz of the jets of semen squirting from my cock, which was as deep inside the kid as I could shove it.

The pleasure was so intense. I was left panting and about to collapse back onto the boy. I supported myself on my hairy arms and looked down at him. He looked back at me admiringly and was the first to speak after my orgasm.

"Wow, that was a real gusher! I could feel it squirting." he said. "I bet you feel a lot better now."

"I think that was the most I ever came in one fuck," I said. "I'm totally empty."

I pulled my cock out of him. I think I heard a little popping sound as the head came out. I lay on my side on the seat beside him with my wet and slippery penis, still huge but softening now, lying across his thigh like a beached fish.

"You can jerk me off now," he said. I took his little thing in my fist and jiggled it. He came after about thirty seconds. His pleasure seemed very intense as he pumped the thin boy-cum into my hand.

After a while he reached for the intercom button. "Home, Benson," he said.

"We'll rest up at my Mom's place until you're ready to go again," he explained.

By the time we'd cleaned up and got dressed the limo had arrived at the underground car park of some swanky apartment block. I had no idea where I was.

The kid jumped out and scooted over to an elevator with "Penthouse = Strictly Private" on the outer door. He punched a code and beckoned me over. Just then Benson spoke quietly over the intercom.

"You know, you're one lucky bastard. You're the first stud he's actually brought home."

"I feel honoured," I said.

"Hot little bitch, ain't he?" Benson continued. "Give him one for me."

"I'll try," I replied.

I got out and looked over to where the kid was standing. Apart from being gorgeous he was just like any other eleven-year old. I was having trouble taking in the fact that he was carrying a substantial quantity of my semen inside him.

I arrived at the elevator entrance just as the doors opened. We both got in. As we rode up he leaned against the side and looked me up and down.

"What's your name, by the way?" he asked.

"Sam," I said. "You look a bit like Sam the barman on those old 'Cheers' re-runs," he said. "Hot, in other words."

"Thanks," I replied.

He held out his hand and we shook. "I'm Steve," he said. Just having his small hand in mine started to make me hot for him again.

The doors opened on a very large and luxurious apartment with views over the city. He pointed down a corridor.

"The kitchen's down there. You'll find beers in the refridgerator. I'll have a coke."

"OK thanks," I said.

"I won't be long," Steve said. "I need to use the little boys' room."

I found the drinks and returned to the spacious living room. I stood by the window , taking in the views. After a few minutes Steve re-appeared, took his coke and stood beside me.

"I thought I needed to take a dump, but only your jiz came out," he announced.

"OK, maybe a little too much information," I said.

"I flushed it," he continued. "It seems such a waste."

I put my right arm around him and patted the bulge at my crotch with my other hand. "Don't worry I've got plenty more for you where that came from. I'm cooking up the next delivery right now."

"Glad to hear it," he said. "We can use my Mom's bed, she won't be back for hours."

He took my hand and led me to an adjoining bedroom, it was almost as big as the living room with similar spectacular views.

"Don't worry," he said. "Nobody can see into here. You can get undressed."

I performed a striptease for him, or as close as I could get, wiggling my butt and that kind of thing. He studied me intently. The look on his face was something to behold. If you've never had a cute young boy look at you that way, as if you were a piece of choice meat, I can thoroughly recommend it from the self-esteem point of view.

"Lie on the bed," he instructed once I was naked, and I did so. I wasn't yet erect and my cock lay rather sadly across my thigh. After all, it was only about half an hour since what was probably the most intense orgasm of my life. I was still feeling pretty horny for the kid though, it just wasn't affecting me physically yet.

"I guess I'm not quite ready yet," I said apologetically.

"I know how to fix that," he said as he undressed.

He jumped on the bed and lay between my legs, his sweet face just inches from my genitals. He sniffed me just as he had done in the limo, but I guess my equipment wasn't quite as fresh as it was then.

"I love the smell of cock," he said, almost to himself. He took it by the root and waved it around a little, then caressed his own cheek with it. It started to stir a little.

"Somethings happening," he said, and popped the glans in his mouth. He sucked it a little and then I felt the tip of his tongue probing the sensitive opening to my urethra. That's what did it. I was rock hard in about twenty seconds.

"OK, now get that thing up my ass," he said. "The lube is in the pocket of my shorts."

I was a little disappointed as leaned over the edge of the bed and rummaged in his pockets. I was looking forward to shooting my load in his mouth. I felt a lot better when I turned back to him and found he had rolled over and was offering his beautiful rear for fucking. He had put a pillow under himself to raise his butt slightly.

I mounted him immediately, pausing only to lubricate my rigid penis. The penetration was much easier this time and I was soon up to my nuts and really going at it.

"Ooh… that's… jus'right," he said, his voice wavering as I pumped him. "That's… my big… boy. Fuck the… shit… out of… me."

After a while he yelled "Hold on!" I thought I'd hurt him but he continued: "Can you pull out just before you cum? I want to see the stuff shooting out of your prick."

"OK," I panted. I didn't feel much like withdrawing at that point in time but, hell, I was getting paid for it. I carried on humping but a little more slowly, to keep control of things. Despite this I was soon ready to ejaculate. I pulled my cock out of the boy and rose to a kneeling position. He rolled over on his back and looked at me expectantly. Still working my cock, I walked up the bed on my knees until I straddled his shoulders. Then I reached down and put my other hand behind his head, lifting it until his face was inches from my flying fist.

Although Steve had his mouth wide open to catch the stuff, most of it missed and my sperm jetted all over his chin and cheeks. While my cock was still quite hard I used it to shovel most of the cum back into his mouth. He swallowed and then opened his mouth again to show me it was all gone.

I closed my eyes and enjoyed squeezing the last few drops out of my shaft and on to his pretty face. That's why I didn't see the attractive blonde woman, in her early forties, appear in the bedroom doorway. The sight that she beheld must have been quite remakable even for this enlightened household. Her eleven-year-old son lay on her bed with sperm on his face. Kneeling over him was a large muscular man, his huge cock still dripping. My heart almost burst out of my chest as I heard her say cheerfully:

"Hi, Stevie. Why don't you introduce me to your new boyfriend?"

The End