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Subject: Ain’t no Queer AIN”T NO QUEER By Encolpius DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction. It is intended as a fantasy. Any similarity to living persons or events is purely coincidental. Compliments, complaints, comments to ail Please donate to Nifty. I have. There is a bang on the door of my mobile home. I open up the door. It’s Cason. I have to look down to see him. He is a tall as a women, a short woman, but skinny and all his limbs are out of proportion. He is deeply golden tan, sandy blond hair almost shaved off, big brown eyes. He runs around shirtless most of the time. “What’s up?” I ask, dressed only in a pair of running shorts. “You” he answers as he comes in, uninvited. He has on jeans and they fit him well even though they are old. But he is shirtless too., as usual. He is lean, flat bellied but flat chested and shaped still like a boy and not like a man. His shoulders aren’t broad. “Thirsty?” I ask. It’s a hot day. “You got some of that apple shit?” he means Angry Orchard. I do. I get him one. It’ll be one, no more than two, because he doesn’t even yet top a 100 pounds. “Jody been by?” “No” I lie. Jody is an older boy, a 15 year old, that Cason has a crush on but won’t admit to. I sell Jody pot at below retail because I get to blow him. I blow him because he is straight. For him, it’s a great deal. He gets good pot and a blow job. For me, I like sucking underage straight boy dick. Well, any underage dick as Cason demonstrates. Milk is best fresh. “You like him, though, huh, Bull. You’re a pervert” “Yeah, I like him. He’s hot as hell. He’s not some fucking little 12 year old that thinks he is the fucking bad ass of the middle school because there is some old pervert that’ll give him booze” “Fuck you. You just want me drunk so you can get this” he says, grabbing his junk. His hands are big but the bulge is there. “Guilty” I say “I ain’t no fag” “Queer” “I ain’t no queer” “Fine. Whatever. You want your dick sucked or not?” I shoot back at him. He’s trying on the sullen teenager identity despite not yet being 13. “Yeah” he says. It’s why he came over. “You got pussy porn?” “You know what porn I got” “It’s nothing but little boys. Child molestor.” I shrug. Play at it, I say. He came here. He came for a reason. “Which is why I’m willing to suck a 12 year little boy” He looks hurt. “Almost 13” “Almost 13” I say. Almosts are important at that age. “Does an almost 13 year old boy want his dick sucked?” “I don’t need no porn. I can get hard anytime. I stay fucking hard. Not like an old man.” Old man stings. I’m 38. “Well, get it hard” escort izmit He looks at me disdainfully, like I’m trash. But he undoes his jeans. He is wearing black boxers, loose fit but they hang over his unit, draped in just the right way. The jeans drop to the floor and he looks small standing there, very nearly naked. He is being assaulted by puberty. It’s hitting him hard. He has veins on his arms, which are long and thin, but not a lick of body hair. No pit hair, no leg hair, no facial hair. But I know that he has, underneath that cotton, a ringlet of hair in a semicircle around a cock that is very nearly mansized. It is a pretty dick on a pretty boy. I have to say that. He is at that perfect ripe age. Old enough to want it. Old enough to do it. But young enough for it to be exciting and forbidden. Young enough that I am taking his innocence, although I figure I am just here to take what he is desperate to get rid of. I pull down his underwear, all the way down. That lovely, musky junk. It stinks, smelling like peat. He’s been out sweating in the heat. I love it. He is hard. I’ll give him that. That thing is a full 6 inches and thick enough and it looks huge on his relatively small body. He is cut and there is a fairly prominent circumcision scar. I open up and take him down. I’m spoiling him for the future cocksucking because I can deep throat him and the middle school and high school action he is going to get ain’t gonna be as good as me. But I put it down my throat, my tongue sliding along the underside of his shaft until it is in and then my lips go around the root, my nose in his boy pubes. Slowly off. My tongue swirls around the shaft as my lips slide up it, then tongue the tip as I go back down “Damn” he mutters, then with a sigh. It feels good. Twelve, almost 13. and it feels good. He almost doesn’t know what to do. He wants to flog it. Now that it has started, he wants the release of orgasm quickly because he is a hungry little shit, a sex starved ravenously hungry little fucker even though he dumped a load in my mouth just the day before yesterday. But he doesn’t stroke it. He moans and lets my mouth and my hand clamped down on it move up and down the shaft in motion, in rhythm. He doesn’t like his balls sucked, at least not yet he doesn’t, but I had to play with those low hangers. One hand on the balls, one on the dick and my spit as lube, my tongue smearing it about. I’m hard. Blowing 12 year old boys makes me hard. Sue me. So I use the hand on the balls and ram those down my shorts. I am uncut so I don’t really need lube. I stroke myself as I suck him. He grabs my izmit escort head and pushes it down onto it, driving himself in my throat. I don’t gag. I can take it. Then I let my tongue flick at the head, sucking on it, swirling it around. “Ohh God!” Cason calls out. He won’t get a blow job like this from whoever else tries. I know how to suck a boy off. He puts his hands on my head, forcing me down in a primal expression of masculinity. He wants it deep in, motion and movement. I had taken him to the pain of pleasure and he desires release and I’ll accomodate him up to a point. But this ain’t pump and dump. I have my agenda too. For now, he can face fuck me. I let him slide his hard dick along my tongue as I apply the suction to it. I put my hands on his ass, firm as hell, and draw him in. With one stroke in, I hold him there firmly not letting him pull back as I swirl my tongue around. “Oh God, Oh God” he pants. It feels good. Then I let him go and he face fucks me hard now. I have him where I want him. I pull away. “What up?” he cries out. “Come on. You’re gonna fuck me.” His hard cock is staring me in the face, wet and slick from my spit. It’s almost twitching. “I ain’t. That’s fag shit” “Queer shit. Listen dumbass, my sucking you is queer shit.” I say back to him. “And what do you care? A hole is a hole” He’s trying to act cool but his eyes betray him. He’s never really fucked anything at all, not really. He wants to but he’s scared. So, he’ll act tough. The only problem is that he is going to fuck me. “I ain’t a fag” “Queer” “Whatever” “Cason, you can fuck me or you can jack off yourself. At home. Your choice” I say. He screwed up his face some. He looked hesitant. “I don’t know how to fuck no guy” He doesn’t know how to fuck anything. Not really, except theoretically. He is almost certainly a virgin. I nod my head toward the bedroom and head that way, trusting that he is following behind me. He gathers up his clothes and shyly follows me to the bedroom. I strip off my shorts when we get there and grab a bottle of lube, Swiss Navy. A glob goes in my ass. I look at him and Cason is definitely antsy. He wants this — he wants it bad — but he is nervous, virginal. I reach toward his dick and he steps back. I shrug but keep my hand out. He steps back. I smear the lube on his dick. With that I lean back, shove a pillow under my ass and put my legs in the tuck position. “Fuck me, big boy” I tell him He inhales hard and comes toward me. He does have to bend at the knees a little and I fancy he is shaking just a little bit. He seems to think izmit kendi evi olan escort that it will just go in on it’s own and I have to reach down to guide him into my ass. I get him lined up and he pushes in it. “Oh, yeah, fuck” I say. Well, fucking is primal. The kid has but to get it in to know what to do. It feels fine. He is big enough to fill me up, to put the sweet pressure on my prostate. The motion back and to feels good. I can see his boyish body as he moves, lean and even skinny but sexy enough to me, and see his face, wide eyed and amazed. He pushes it back and forth. I am still hard. I reach down and stroke it trying to coax as much pleasure as I can. The problem with taking a cherry is that they don’t last long. “Ohhhh” he says. It is a whimper. “Ohh God. God, it feels good” “Sure as fuck” I say. “Slow and easy, stud” He tries to slow down. He really does. He wants it to last. He does. But the lust overpowers him. The primal nature, the animal nature prods him to fuck hard and fast and he speeds up. I slow him down. I want to enjoy it. He closes his eyes and bites his lip. In his wildest dream, it was never this good. His imagination, his fantasy wasn’t even as good or as thrilling as the reality of it. I take my hand off my dick and lean back to let him go, just let him fuck me. Cason reaches down and takes my hard cock into his hand. It turns him on. His true nature has taken over. He is a horny boy, to be sure. But it’s more than that. He jacks me as fucks. The stroke on my dick and the stroke in my ass is ragged. The skin of his hand is on the skin of my dick and he is doing me the favor of stroking mine like he strokes his. The skin of his dick is against the skin of my ass. My nuts tighten. I am turned on. Then he loses it. “Oh man” he calls out. It is time. It came on him quick. He lets out a loud guttural moan and then slams it in one last time. My ass fills with his hot thin cream. He pulls out of my ass, the cum dripping off his young cock, looking wide eyed, slack jawed. I know that he felt amazing there for a second but in a second something else will set in. “Wow” he says. “Yeah, wow” “Totally cool” “Yeah” I agree. He looks around. He doesn’t know what to do. He spots his jeans and underwear. He hesitates for only half a second before pulling them on. “Whenever you wanna fuck again, I’m down” I say “Yeah, sure, okay” Cason says, not looking up. He pulls them on and looks for his flip flops, walking out back to the living room without saying anything more. I know he is welter of emotions right now and he will have to sort it out. Then he comes back in the bedroom where I am still naked. Without saying anything else, he stands on his tip toes and kisses me. Not a peck. Tongue. A long sensual kiss, inexpert and sloppy but a passionate kiss. He ain’t no fag. Sorry, he ain’t no queer.

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