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Helpless for the Summer – Chapter 1

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Helpless for the Summer – Chapter 1
By
Caliboy1991

Kelly

The doctor’s eyes stared at the back-lit x-ray image of my wrists and said, “Would you like the good news or bad news first?”

Leaning back against the uncomfortable reclining chair in the sterile exam room, I rested my head on my mom’s shoulder, tears streaking down my face. My wrists were in such pain I forgot I was twelve-year-old and that big boys don’t let their moms see them cry.  

I glanced up at my mom. She brushed a lock of brown hair from her face, clearly worried about me. She said, “How about the good news.”

The doctor pointed at the bones on the screen, “We’re not going to have to reset any broken bones. And that means that Kelly won’t have to spend the entire summer in a plaster cast.”

My effort to smile through the tears brought even more as the sharp pain shot through me from both wrists. My smile looked like a grimace. “W-, what about the bad?”

Doctor Peters had been my pediatrician my entire life. In the past, he’d always had a great sense of humor, and I hoped against hope the bad wouldn’t really be very bad.

He pointed at the image of one of my wrists. There was a line across the bone. “This is a hairline fracture. You’ll notice it on both wrists. When you fell off your bike and used your hands to brace your fall, as you can see, you broke both wrists. Luckily, your bones remained aligned. That means we don’t have to reset the bone or use a plaster cast.”

He opened a drawer and retrieved a couple of black wrist braces. “To give the bones time to heal, they still need to be immobilized. That’s why you’ll need to wear these braces for the next six weeks. But after that, you’ll be back to riding your bike and enjoying the rest of your summer. So, the bad news isn’t really all that bad.”

Despite the doctor’s soft and delicate touch, it still hurt when he put the braces on my wrists. He velcroed the brace over my right wrist and I tried wiggling my fingers. But if they moved, I couldn’t sense any movement through the incredible pain.

“Take it easy, Kelly. There’s a lot of bruising. That’ll keep your fingers from moving much for a while. But give it a week or so, and the swelling should be down enough for you to get a little bit of motion back in your fingers. Find a good book to read because your Gameboy is going to be next to impossible to play for a few weeks.”

Then he patted me on the head and turned to my mom, “Miss Jackson, a word, please.”

It irritated me Dr. Peters had patted me on my head. After all, I’d be thirteen around the time the braces could come off. Those thoughts flew from my mind when he and my mom stepped over to the door and lowered their voices. I had to strain to hear them.

“You still work over at Austin Elementary, Karen? You off for the summer?”

“Yeah.”

“Kelly’s going to be out of commission for a while. It’s good you’ll be able to take care of him while he’s recovering. Those splints need to stay on all the time, at least through the Fourth of July. Even when he’s sleeping.”

“All the time?” My mom’s voice was sharp, like she was surprised.

Dr. Peters glanced toward the x-ray, “I guess it’ll be okay if they come off when you give him a bath, but yeah, otherwise, all the time.”

Mom’s voice was low, but I still heard every word, “I haven’t given Kel a bath since he started grade school.”

Dr. Peters gave an apologetic smile, “I bet you haven’t spoon-fed him since he was a toddler either. But Kelly cannot dress or feed himself for a while. He’ll also need your help to go to the bathroom and with bathing too.”

Mom glanced at me and gave me a pensive smile. Then Dr. Peters lowered the boom, “You ought to swing by Walmart on the way home. You’ll need to pick up to pull-ups. Kelly’s going to need them.”

He picked up a clipboard and scribbled something on a sheet of paper, “Take this by the pharmacy. This’ll help with his pain.”

After propping the door open, he smiled at me apologetically. “Sorry about your summer, Kelly. We’ll see you in about six weeks.”

My summer was ruined.

***

I was in too much pain to think about everything Mom and Dr. Peters had talked about. By the time we dropped off the script at the pharmacy and were walking the aisles at Walmart, it came back to me why we were looking at diapers. I was about to turn around when I saw Mom’s face getting longer and longer.

“Mom, what’s wrong?”

Morosely, she shook her head, “It’s been so long since I’ve needed to buy diapers, I’d forgotten how expensive they are.”

I looked at where she pointed her finger. The sticker on the shelf announced the price on the diapers was almost ten dollars. And that’s before tax. It was only for a package of a dozen. Even I knew that was expensive. The thing was, things have always been tight financially, as far back as I can remember. Mom was a teacher’s aide, and that didn’t pay much. Even though Mom tried to hide it, I knew why she made all those trips to the public assistance office. I’d never complained, after all, she got all the same holidays I did and that meant she has always been there for me.

For a moment, I forgot about the mortification of wearing diapers, “Ten bucks? That’s a lot of money. What’d you do when I was a baby?”

Mom picked up the box and looked at the back. “I used cloth diapers, kiddo. And did lots of laundry. As a matter of fact, I think I still have some of your things from when you were little. I’ll look into that when we get home.”

I wanted to crawl into a hole and pull it in on me. Big boy pull-ups and cloth diapers? I only thought my summer was ruined before. Now, it surely was. But seeing the look on Mom’s face, I blinked back the tears threatening to spill onto my cheeks, “Maybe we won’t need any of these things, Mom. Why can’t I try to keep things normal?”

She gave me one of those ‘we’ll see’ looks as she said, “I don’t know, Kel. Just to be on the safe side, we’ll get one package of these. But we’ll try it your way first. How does that sound?”

I returned the skeptical look. “I dunno, Mom. It’s a lot of money.”

Mom stuff the bag of pull-ups under her arm, “I think we can swing a package of twelve. If you decide to go to Timmy’s birthday next week, you might want some pullups. That way you can go without anyone needing to help.”

***

By the time Mom stopped at Sonic to order some ice cream, I had pushed aside any thoughts about how difficult my life was about to become. That was until Mom had to put the soft-serve on a spoon and feed it to me. What could I do? My hands were worse than useless. Until they’re gone, you don’t realize how much you do with your hands. Or, as was my case, out of action until the middle of the summer.

If mom had to help me every meal, that would be a lot of meals. My mind did the math; three times seven. That’s twenty-one meals per week. Times five if I get them off by the Fourth of July. That’s over a hundred meals Mom would have to spoon-feed me.

My mood turned even darker as we drove home. I realized Mom was going to have to get me dressed at least thirty-five times until the braces could come off. This was going to royally suck. Then I thought about how many times a day I had to go pee. That was four or five times a day. Holy crap, that’s like a hundred-twenty times! God, no wonder Mom wanted to get some diapers.

I was nearly in tears by the time we got home. Even if I only got a bath twice a week, that would be at least ten times she would have to undress and bathe me. I don’t know who felt worse when we got home. Me or Mom. It had to be a close thing.

By the time I walked in our front door, the medicine Dr. Peters had prescribed kicked in and my wrists weren’t hurting as much.

Our home wasn’t much to look at. We’d rented it when Mom started working for the school. It was an old farmhouse, at least a hundred years old. It was the last house on an old gravel road with a couple of other weathered houses and some cornfields. Still, it was home. After all, it was all I knew. In the spring or fall, I loved sitting next to my mom on the old swing hanging from the roof of the covered porch.

The living room was a mess. I had scattered my action figures across the floor. I felt awful about it when I saw them. Mom had told me before I went bike riding to clean my stuff up. Now, I couldn’t. Instead, I just followed Mom through the living room and through a formal dining room we seldom used and into the kitchen at the back of the house.

Mom glanced at me, “You want any more ice cream?”

I fought back an enormous yawn and wondered what was in the meds we had picked up from the pharmacy. I was dead on my feet, “No. I’m gonna lay down for a bit.”

My room was at the front of the house, just off the living room. But you could get to it by going through my mom’s bedroom and down a narrow hallway, off of which was our bathroom. It wasn’t much. I was too embarrassed to let my friends see it. But back when it was built in the first part of the twentieth century, I’m sure it was an enormous improvement over log houses and outhouses, or hauling water from a well.

I fell into my bed fully clothed and was out of it before Mom turned on the A/C window unit.

***

I was warm, floating on a bed of air when something reached from the sky, striking my shoulder. It didn’t hurt as much as I expected. Then it happened again.

My eyes fluttered open, realization flooding into me. I had been dreaming. Mom tapped my shoulder, “Hey baby, let’s wake up. Dinner’s ready.”

Two things assaulted my senses. The first was the incredible pain in my wrists. They felt as though they were on fire. Wave after wave of pain washed over me. Whatever meds Mom had given me had worn off, and reflexively I curled into a fetal position.

That’s when the second thing assaulted my senses. My lap was wet. Just as quickly as I had curled into a ball, I scampered out of bed and looked down. There was a dark spot slowly spreading from the zipper. I had felt nothing in my sleep, but now I was awake and my bladder wasted no time in letting me know it was full and overflowing.

As if my day could get any worse, Mom saw it too. She said, “Ah, let’s get you into the bathroom, quick.”

She ran her arm around my back and guided me toward our shared bathroom as tears overwhelmed me. I had pissed myself and felt utterly humiliated. She took me over to the toilet and turned me around, facing her as she knelt before me. With quick fingers, she unbuttoned and unzipped me. As tears flowed down my cheeks, she tugged my shorts down, revealing the yellow stain spreading across the front of my tighty-whities.

She glanced at my face, “I’m sorry, baby.”

Then she pulled my underwear down. I had leaked a little, having stopped when I awoke, otherwise, Mom might have gotten a bit of a shower. I don’t think I could have handled that shame. Still, my shame was almost overwhelming. Despite being taller than average for my age, part of me hadn’t caught up with the rest of me. My penis, cold from the urine soaking the front of my underwear, hug soft between my legs. It hadn’t caught up with the rest of me. I was a good three inches taller than Mom’s five feet, but down below, I still looked like a little kid, without even a hint of pubic hair. And now my mom had seen me in all my pathetic shame.

She didn’t waste any time, gently pushing me onto the toilet, “Oh, jeez, Kel. I’m so sorry. Go ahead and finish and we’ll get you changed.”

With Mom standing in front of me, my shy bladder refused to finish what it had started. After a moment of deep concern, she turned and said, “I’ll be back in a moment, sweetheart. We’ll get you cleaned up.”

Alone in the bathroom, my bladder opened up, and I felt relief wash over me, despite the torrent of tears. By the time I glimpsed Mom by the door, I was finished. Whether it was from the hellish pain radiating from my wrists or from the complete shame I felt, I sobbed when I saw the pullup in Mom’s hand. “N-, no! N-, not that!”

She returned and knelt before me, “Hey baby, It’s okay. The meds probably made you too groggy to realize you needed to go. Let’s get you cleaned up.”

Then, to make the situation worse, she grabbed a washcloth and ran it under the sink until it was soaked in warm water. She said, “Stand up, baby. We’ll have you cleaned in no time.”

Once I was on my feet, Mom rubbed the warm, wet washrag over my junk, wiping the piss away. I’ve never felt anything like that before. Sure, I was almost thirteen and have been jacking off since before I was twelve. But the electrical shock of her hand, even through the wet rag on my flaccid penis, ran through my body. It also had an unfortunate side effect. No sooner had Mom taken the washrag away than my penis stirred. In a few heartbeats, my two flaccid inches stretched and grew until I was four and a half inches.

My wrists, enclosed in their black braces, flew to my crotch, too late for Mom to not see what I’m certain she didn’t want to see. How could it possibly get any worse? One thing I’d learned over the past few months in PE is that I was lagging behind the other boys in the seventh grade. Of course, with a July birthday, I was one of the youngest boys in my class and I guess that’s to be expected. But I was the only kid to not have even a little bit of hair downstairs. I’d even caught a couple of guys jacking off in the shower a few times. Those boys had easily sported five inches below a bush of pubes. I didn’t look much like those older boys aside from the fact we were all circumcised. I was shorter and lacked even a hint of pubic hair.

Mom had seen my penis. Worse yet, she had touched it with a washcloth and I had gotten hard. I was terribly embarrassed. Nothing was going to make this experience good. But at that moment, I wished I was more like those other boys in my PE class. I wished I was bigger, longer and had hair. At least then Mom would know I wasn’t still a little kid.

But Mom ignored my boner. She just held the pullup at my feet, “Come on. Step into it and we’ll be finished in a jiffy.”

I didn’t want to wear the diaper. They were for babies and I was almost thirteen. I sure didn’t want Mom seeing my little dick. God, what would she think of me? I must have dawdled. There was a note of exasperation in her voice, “Come on, Kel. Step into the diaper and let’s get you dressed.”

Wishing I could disappear, I put one foot, then the other, into the pullup’s legs. Mom tugged the pullups up my legs. I had no choice but to yank my wrist-brace encased hands away as she pulled my pullups to my waist, trapping my erection against the waistband. “Ouch!”

Mom’s cheeks turned a bright red, “Ah, shoot.”

She eyed the pullups, which did nothing for my erection. After too long a moment, with one hand she grabbed the elastic band and pulled it away from my waist. With the other, she gently pushed my stiffy down, trapping it inside the big-boy pullups.

She pursed her lips, “Sorry, baby. You hungry? I’ve got dinner ready.”

After dinner, she gave me another pill. That helped with the pain and I was able to join her in the living room where she put some kids’ show on the TV while she picked up my toys. Even as the pain abated, I felt terrible she was cleaning up something she had asked me to take care of before I got hurt.

After a while, I was nodding off and Mom eventually said, “Alright, kiddo, it’s bed time.”

She followed me into my room where she helped me take off my shirt and shorts. Then she said, “You dry?”

I nodded, “Yeah. I’d rather sleep in my underwear. These aren’t very comfortable.”

The truth of it was, they really weren’t uncomfortable either. It was just humiliating to be in something babies wore. I think Mom saw through it. She shook her head, “Let’s see how you handle tonight. I’m concerned the medicine may cause you to lose control of your bladder in your sleep.”

Then she went over to my chest of drawers, “Pajamas?”

I sat on my bed in a huff and shook my head. I stopped wearing t-shirts or pajama tops to bed more than a year before. I’ve slept in just my underwear since the beginning of the seventh grade.

She returned to my bed and knelt beside me, “I’m sorry about your wrists, Kel. Truly. The next few weeks are going to be tough on the two of us. I know twelve-year-olds don’t want to wear diapers and they sure as heck don’t want their moms changing those diapers or giving them baths or wiping their butts. And moms don’t really want to do those things for their boys, either. But you know what, baby? I love you more than you can ever imagine and if I have to do those things, then I’m going to do them because I love you.”

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Boys For Hire – The Escort

Adult/Youth, Boy/Woman Sex, Prostitution, Straight, Teens |

December 23, 2008

Boys for Hire – The Escort
By
Alex Hawk

I paced nervously through my hotel room, waiting for the knock on the door. I was expecting company. Company of a very specific sort. Company of a type I’d never really had before.

A few weeks ago a friend of mine had stumbled onto an escort service that specializes in providing male escorts for female clients. I’d never used such a service before and had zero interest in using one now, but then my friend had explained to me the “special” escorts this particular company provides.
See, it wasn’t a legal company. Well, part of it was, but they also had an illegal side, specializing in providing boys as young as twelve for women. Even after my friend told me about that aspect of the company, I still wasn’t really interested.

Then she started to tell me about how great and wonderful the sex was, and how it was much better than any sex she’d ever had before. She went on about the beauty of the boys and how wonderful it was to “get together” with one. She made it sound so fantastic that almost before I knew it, I was on the phone to the company, giving the special code words and making an appointment. One cashier’s check for five-hundred dollars taken to a drop-spot later and I was set to go.

I paced a little faster now, stopping every once in a while to adjust my clothes or hair. I was beginning to think this was a very bad idea. I mean, I was about to commit two crimes (statutory rape and solicitation of a prostitute). Given my job (I worked with homeless youths), there was no way this was a good idea.

I kept reaching for the phone, trying to make myself call and cancel, but I always stopped before I finished dialing. I knew this was a very bad idea, but I kept thinking about what my friend had told me about the wonderful sex she’d had with the boys she’d hired. That kept me from cancelling.

I don’t want it to sound like I’m some sad, lonely woman. I’m not. I was thirty-one, but I was reasonably good looking and never hurting for male company when I wanted it. Most of the sex I’d had, though, had been pretty dull, and so perhaps doing it with a young boy, and a well-trained young boy at that, would be what I would need.

I looked at the clock. Five more minutes, I thought. Five more minutes and then I’d call and cancel and-

There was a knock at the door.

Swallowing hard, I walked nervously to the door. Peering through the peephole I saw a boy. I couldn’t tell much about his looks due to the distortion caused by the peephole lens, but he looked like he was probably cute. I took a deep breath and opened the door.

“Hi,” he said with a grin. He was young, probably only thirteen or fourteen. Certainly the youngest boy I’d ever planned to fuck.

I never appreciated before just how young a boy that age could look. The fact that he was a prostitute at that age filled me with sympathy, but was also a major turn on. I felt very guilty that I was going to use this young boy for sex, but also, well, really horny.

Looks-wise he was very cute. He had curly brown hair, blue eyes, smooth skin and a thin body. I pictured him naked and nearly came without even touching myself.

“Hi,” I managed to reply.

“Can I come in?” he asked after a moment.

“Oh, yes, sure, come on in.” I stood aside as the boy walked into the room. He had an adorable ass.

“I’m Jeremy,” he said once the door was closed.

“Hi,” I said again. “I’m Julia.”

“That’s a nice name,” he said with a smile. He set down the small backpack he was carrying.

“Thanks.”

“You’re really hot, too,” Jeremy said, smiling again.

“No, I’m not,” I said, blushing in spite of myself.

“Sure you are,” he said. “See what you do to me?” He reached down and took hold of his obviously stiff penis, showing the outline through his tight jeans.

“I see,” I said with a nervous smile of my own.

Jeremy took a step towards me. “Is this your first time with a boy my age?”

“Yeah.”

“Cool.” Standing close now, he kissed me gently on the cheek. “I’ll give you your money’s worth, don’t worry.”

I smiled again. “Ok.”

Jeremy took a couple steps back. Keeping his eyes locked with mine he started to undress. He began by pulling off his t-shirt, showing a smooth, hairless chest. Then he unbuttoned, slowly lowered his jeans and stepped out of them. Now clad only in a small silver necklace and a pair of white boxer briefs, under which I could clearly see the outline of his stiff penis, he moved towards me again.

“You like me?” he asked, placing one of my hands on his bare chest.

“I like you,” I said. Then, “How old are you?”

With a sly grin, he said, “How old do you want me to be?”

I laughed a little. “Your actual age.”

“I just turned fourteen last month.”

“Ah,” I said, a little thrill going through me.

“Yeah.” Jeremy moved my hand off his chest and down to the front of his boxers where he placed it directly over his penis. It felt like there was a hot, steel bar under the fabric. In a somewhat husky voice he said, “You’re gonna get fucked by a fourteen-year-old. You like that idea?”

“Yeah…”

“Good.” Taking both of my hands in his, he moved them back onto his ass. “You’d better get naked, then.”

“Ok.” Feeling embarrassed and shy, I started undressing. I didn’t try to make it anything special. I just took off all my clothes until I stood naked before the boy.

“Oh, really hot!” Jeremy said.

“I am not,” I said, feeling myself blush.

“Yeah, you are! I’d fuck you even if I wasn’t getting paid.”

Feeling flattered despite myself, I said, “You’d better get naked, then.”

Jeremy laughed. “Yeah, I guess I should.” He hooked his fingers in the waistband of his underwear and slowly lowered them down. Now he stood naked before me. His pubic hair was the same light brown color as the hair on his head, but trimmed considerably. His beautiful adolescent penis was only about five inches, but it was very hard and I knew it was going to feel great inside me.

“So you have me for two hours,” Jeremy said, moving close to me. “I can probably cum three times in two hours. Maybe four.”

“Cool,” I whispered.

“Yeah,” he said, reaching down to rub a finger along my clitoris. “I’ll see if I can make you cum that many times, too.”

“Ok.”

“Why don’t you lay down?” he suggested, gesturing to the bed. “I’ll make you feel good.”

“Alright.” I walked over to the bed and lay down, spreading my legs a little. “How many women have you been with?” I asked.

Shrugging, Jeremy said, “A lot. Like probably over two-hundred since I was eleven.”

“Oh.”

I wanted to ask Jeremy a lot more questions and learn more about him. Part of me wanted to see if I could get him out of being a prostitute. Then any questions I might’ve had were pushed to the back of my mind as Jeremy dropped down into a crouch between my legs.

“You’ll like this,” he said to me, and then started using his tongue on me. He began by licking my clitoris and then down onto and into my vagina and then I completely lost track of what he was doing and just laid there on the bed, my mind almost paralyzed with pleasure.

Jeremy worked his tongue on me for about five minutes. It felt great! He was better at it than most men twice his age, and would’ve gotten me off fairly quickly no matter what. But what made me cum was two things: the fact that he was only fourteen and the view I had when I looked down between my legs and saw his young face down there, working away on me. Those two things pushed me over into one of the best orgasms I’d ever had.

By the time I came back to myself, I saw Jeremy standing between my legs, smiling down at me.

“Good, huh?”

“Yeah!” I gasped. “Worth every penny.”

He laughed. “Just wait until you see what’s next.”

“Ok.”

Jeremy walked over to his backpack, giving me a great view of his firm, round ass. He pulled out a small foil square. Opening it up, he pulled out a condom. Keeping his eyes on me, he slowly rolled the condom down the length of his young penis.

“You ready to get fucked by a fourteen-year-old boy?” he asked with a smile.

“Oh, yes.”

“Good.”

Jeremy stood between my legs again. This time he took hold of them, lifting them up and putting them on his shoulders. Then he took one hand and lined himself up. Grinning at me he gave a push with his hips and enthusiastically sank his condom-covered fourteen-year-old penis into my thirty-one-year-old vagina.

“Oh, god,” I moaned as the boy penetrated me.

“Oh… yeah, you’re nice and tight…” Jeremy said with a smile as he started moving inside me.

Normally I kept my eyes closed during intercourse and just concentrated on how good it felt. This time, though, I kept them open and watched Jeremy’s lean, sexy body as he stood between my legs fucking me. God, he was incredible! No wonder my friend decided she liked boys better than men. I could see myself moving that way.

“You like?” he asked as he kept fucking me.

“Oh, yeah…”

“Me, too…” He looked over my naked body. “In fact… you’re so hot… I’m gonna cum soon…”

“Oh, god,” I whispered. The very idea of this boy having an orgasm was enough to push me into my second one, this time with my vagina clenching around his young penis as he laid me.

“Oh… oh, fuck, yeah…” Jeremy moaned. Then he closed his eyes, pushed deep inside me, and started cumming. Watching him do so was every bit as beautiful as I’d imagined it would be.

When he was done cumming, Jeremy stood between my legs, trying to get his breath back. He grinned at me again.

“Good?”

“Oh, fuck, yeah,” I said with a relaxed smile of my own.

“Cool.” He pulled back, his penis slipping out of me. He unrolled the filled condom and tied it into a knot before dropping it into the trash. That done, he got a can of Red Bull out of his backpack, opened it up, took a swig and then laid down on the bed next to me.

A couple minutes of us laying next to each other went by before curiosity finally got the better of me and I said, “Jeremy?”

“Yeah?”

“Not that I’m complaining, cause that was some very good sex, but don’t you think you’re a little… well, young for this?”

He shrugged. “You know, when I was eleven I was homeless and slept in shelters or a box. Then one day I met a recruiter for my company. A week later I’d fucked my first woman- she paid extra for me cause I was a virgin- and I was living indoors, getting regular meals and going to school.”

“Oh.”

“I’m not too young to be selling my body. I am too young to be dying out on the streets.”

“Oh,” I said again. “Well, it’s a beautiful body.”

Jeremy laughed. “Glad you like it. You gonna hire me again sometime?”

“Probably.”

“Good.” He kissed me on the cheek. “I like you. Some of the women I work with can be pretty unpleasant, but you’re nice.”

“Thanks,” I said, even though I knew he was probably just saying things like that in hope of a good tip. Which he was earning.

“You ever want to try something really different, you should see some of the other things the company offers.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah. Like there’s the Reynolds twins. They’re both thirteen. They do each other and do the woman who hires them.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. There’s some women who like seeing boys do each other. I’ve gone out on a few calls like that myself.”

“Oh, so you’ve been with other boys?” I asked, picturing such a thing and getting a little hornier as I did so.

He nodded. “Yeah. It’s not as much fun as it is with a woman, but still cool.”

“Oh.”

“Then there’s some the other services,” he continued, sounding like a pitchman, which I supposed he was.

“Like what?”

“Well, there’s this one woman who every month drops ten thousand dollars to have fifteen of us over for the night at her place. All she ever wants to do is lay on her back and have each of us fuck her, one after the other.”

“Interesting.”

“Then there’s the stud service,” he said.

I blinked. “Stud service?”

“Yeah. Some women love the idea of a young boy getting them pregnant.”

“Seriously?”

“Yeah. It’s a thousand dollars per session, but some are willing to pay for that. Oh, and if it takes more than ten sessions, it’s free after that.”

“Oh.” I thought for a moment. “Have you ever done that?”

Jeremy nodded. “Yeah, I’ve got fifteen different women pregnant since I was twelve. Never once more than eight sessions,” he added with pride.

“Wow,” I said, absorbing that.

“Yeah, that’s what I always have to wear condoms when I fuck. The company doesn’t want anyone getting a discount kid out of it.”

I laughed.

“Are you on the Pill?” Jeremy asked me.

“Yeah.”

With a shrug he said, “Well, since you’re on the Pill, I’ll do you bareback if you want. Cum inside you and everything. Just an extra hundred dollars.”

“Sounds like you’re just trying to get some extra cash,” I said with a laugh.

Jeremy laughed, too, and said, “Yeah, well, that plus I’d love to cum in you. You’re real hot, like I said, and even if I can’t get you pregnant, the idea of doing what I’d do to get a woman pregnant, and doing it with you, is really cool.”

I looked down at Jeremy’s stiff, young and currently bare, penis and said, “I guess an extra hundred would be doable.”

“Cool.” He took his underage erection in his hand and wiggled it. “Wanna go for a ride?”

I laughed. “That sounds like a good idea.”

I straddled Jeremy’s waist and took hold of his teenage penis. Lining it up, I slowly lowered my vagina down around it until he was all the way inside me. I knew barebacking with him was not smart, given that he was a prostitute, after all, but it felt better for me and I was sure it felt better for him, too.

“Aw, fuck,” Jeremy said with a giggle. “Wow, that’s nice. You’re so tight.”

“Glad you like it,” I said, riding him slowly. Well, at first slowly. But before long I was moving with real passion, enjoying the sight of the naked boy underneath me. God, he was so damn sexy!

“You keep that up and I’ll probably shoot soon…” Jeremy whispered after a couple minutes.

“Cool… cum in me…”

“Ah… oh… ok, if you… insist… ah!” Jeremy put his hands on my hips and thrust hard up into me. I felt his penis twitching as his sperm released into my vagina. My own orgasm came a few moments later.

Now spent and somewhat tired, I dismounted and fell onto the bed next to my naked boy lover. He gave me a hug.

“That was great!” he said with a grin. “You’re really good at that.”

“Thanks.”

Jeremy continued, “You ever think of going pro? I mean, I know the company could use someone like you. You’re hot and you’re good in bed.”

I felt myself blushing. “Well, even if that were the case, which I don’t think it is, I wouldn’t want to go off with older men. I think I like boys now.” I smiled and ran a hand down Jeremy’s bare chest.

He giggled. “Well, we do have like six women who do nothing but boys.”

“Really?”

He nodded. “Yeah. Sometimes they go out on calls to teenage boys, but mostly what they do is train boys like me. Our virginities get sold, but after that we get sent to one of the women to get trained on how to be really good in bed.”

“Ah.” I thought about that. “Well, whoever trained you did a good job.”

Jeremy giggled again. “Thanks!”

We hugged some more and started touching. Moments later I was laying on my back as Jeremy fucked me again, my hands resting on the firm globes of his teenage ass. After he came that time, we relaxed a little more, then did doggie-style. Finally we fucked one last time while taking a shower together. He went a couple minutes over his two hour limit, but neither of us seemed bothered by that.

When Jeremy finally put on his clothes (after I took a couple nude photos of him with my cell phone), I gave him two hundred dollars. The first hundred was to cover the fee for the barebacking and the second was as a tip, though I felt pretty certain both would remain his.

I also felt very certain I’d hire some more boys as soon as I could afford to.

END

Copyright 2008 by Alex Hawk, all rights reserved.

There may be a sequel to this. I’m not sure yet. Meantime, enjoy!

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Boykiller

Adult/Youth, Boy/Woman Sex, First Time, Necro, Snuff, Straight, Tweens | , ,

October 15, 2008

Boykiller
By
Alex Hawk

“Now fuck me, little boy,” Alesta said. She was lying naked on her bed with her legs spread.

Between those legs was a naked twelve-year-old boy named Lucas. He’d never had sex before, but now he was about to lose his virginity to this wonderfully nice twenty-one-year old woman! He felt so lucky! Just wait until his friends heard about this!

Very carefully, very uncertainly, and nervous as hell, Lucas gave a little push with his hips and watched as his twelve-year-old virgin penis disappeared into Alesta’s vagina. As he sank his young, almost hairless erection into her, he let out a little moan of pure pleasure and slowly started fucking, knowing that he’d probably cum soon, but not really caring.

“That’s right,” Alesta whispered, putting her hands under the pillow behind her head. “Fuck me good, little boy.”

Lucas did as he was told, keeping his eyes closed and savoring the delightful feeling of having his penis in a woman’s vagina for the very first time! His body began to tense as his orgasm approached. It’d be the best orgasm of his life!

It was also his last. Just as Lucas started to cum, Alesta’s hands flew from under the pillows, a sharp knife in each one. Each knife slid into Lucas’ naked, preteen body, right between his ribs. Both lungs were punctured, and one of the blades severed the boy’s heart.

Lucas’ eyes flew open. What had been a world of happiness and bliss was suddenly a world of pain and fear. He opened his mouth to scream, but nothing but a faint gurgle and a lot of blood issued forth. He tried to pull away from Alesta, but she’d locked her legs around his hips, trapping him against her. Lucas looked into Alesta’s eyes, trying to understand what was happening, but he couldn’t make sense of anything. Slowly his vision faded and everything went dark. The light would never shine again for him.

Alesta’s vagina began contracting around Lucas’ penis as he finally died, his smooth body moving no longer. She gave the dead boy a little kiss and then rolled out from under him, looking at the body of the dead child. Very cute! And he’d never turn into an adult. He’d never be a man. That was what made her happiest.
Whistling a jolly little tune, Alesta went and cleaned up. Later on she’d dispose of the dead boy. He was the twenty-third boy she’d killed since she started at the age of fifteen. She’d gotten good at the murdering. And the body disposal.

Now she just had to plan the next one…

* * *

A full two weeks went by before Alesta felt the need to kill again. She went out to a local beach where lots of boys hung out. She’d find the perfect one, lure him to her car, take him to her house and then… well, he’d eventually wind up joining poor little Lucas.

Down at the beach, Alesta stripped down to her bikini and looked around, checking out all the cute boys. She considered and rejected several before finally picking one. He was wearing a pair of board shorts, looked to be about fifteen, had curly blond hair and a very nice body. He’d be perfect.

She approached the boy and started talking with him about incidentals. He was indeed fifteen, she found out, and named Daniel. After another fifteen minutes or so of talking, she got him to go with her back to the van she drove. To just hang out, she said. As soon as the boy agreed, it was also she could do not to cheer. Within an hour this lovely teenage boy would be dead.

When they got to the van, they sat in the back. The windows were heavily tinted. No one would see inside. Alesta looked Daniel over. The boy was still wearing only his board shorts.

“You have a really nice body,” she said to him.

“Thanks.” He felt happy that an older woman was noticing him!

“I bet you work out a lot.”

“Sometimes.”

Alesta placed a hand on Daniel’s chest and ran it down to his stomach. “Very nice.”

“Thanks,” he said, now sounding a little nervous.

“You must get laid a lot,” she said with a sweet smile.

“Uh… well, actually…” Daniel blushed. “I’m still a virgin,” he mumbled.

“That’s ok, Daniel. Everyone’s a virgin to start with.”

Daniel didn’t say anything, but he was now acutely aware of how hard his penis was.

Alesta seemed to notice. She reached down and caressed his shaft through his shorts, and then slowly buttoned and unzipped them, reaching into his underwear to pull out his erect teenage penis.

“So you’ve never had a girl lucky enough to have this inside her?” Alesta purred, stroking the boy’s penis slowly.

“N… no…” Daniel said, closing his eyes, unable to guess where this was headed, but happy to make the journey.

“I bet you’d love to fuck me,” Alesta said, leaning close and whispering into the boy’s ear.

“Yeah…”

“Good…” Alsesta pulled off the bikini bottoms, exposing her vagina to the young virgin. “Why don’t we go back to my place and get you laid?”

“Alright,” Daniel said through a haze of sexual energy.

“Take those shorts off,” Alesta suggested. “And stay back there. I don’t want to lose any time when we get to my house.”

Daniel did as he was told and sat in the back of the van, naked, hard, horny and a little overwhelmed by everything. For lack of anything better to do during the drive, he found himself nervously masturbating. Not planning to have an orgasm, just trying to calm down.

When they got to her house, Alesta pressed the button on the garage door opener and pulled the van inside. Once the door was closed, she got back into the back seat with Daniel.

“Well… here we are… ready to fuck?”

“Are you… are you really going to let me?” he whispered.

“Oh, yes.” Alesta sat up and pulled off her bikini top. Now nude, she got out of the van and said, “Follow me.”

Daniel followed Alesta as she led him back to her bedroom. He couldn’t believe that was actually going to get laid! As Lucas before him, he felt like he must be the luckiest boy in the world.

Alesta took hold of Daniel’s penis and gave it a couple slow strokes as she pulled him close and kissed him lightly on the lips. The boy really was beautiful, she though. One of the best looking kids she’d ever planned to kill. At least he wouldn’t grow up to be some horribly hairy, ugly man. She’d spare him the ravages of time.

Alesta ran her hands down the boy’s bare muscular chest and said to him, “Lay down. I’ll do all the work.”

“Alright,” Daniel whispered, lying down on the bed.

Once Daniel was lying down, Alesta got on top of him, straddling his waist. She took hold of his penis, rubbing it against her vagina. “You ready?”

“Yeah,” Daniel managed to whisper. He’d been ready for this ever since puberty started!

Little did he know that it would be one of the last things ever to happen to him. Alesta rubbed against him some more and then slowly lowered her twenty-one-year-old vagina down around Daniel’s lovely fifteen-year-old virgin penis. She let out a little whisper of pleasure as he entered her. Now his fate was sealed. He would die. He had to die.

“Now fuck me, little boy,” Alesta whispered.

Daniel moaned slightly and pushed up, feeling his penis being wrapped in the exquisite warmth of his first vagina. Now he knew for a fact that he was the luckiest boy in the universe! So wrapped up in what he was feeling as he began to fuck, he didn’t notice Alesta’s hands coming to rest on either side of his naked young body, didn’t notice one of the hands reaching under the pillow to pull out a sharp knife.

Alesta rode the naked young boy expertly. She’d been trained well over the years. Each time she got fucked by a boy, she knew it was going to be his last experience ever, so she always wanted to make it as good for him as she could.

Underneath Alesta’s body, Daniel was lost in a world of total bliss. He’d never felt anything so good as this! He felt his orgasm approaching and tried to hold off, wanting for Alesta to enjoy this as much as he was. But it was to no anvil. Gritting his teeth and screwing his eyes shut, Daniel felt his penis start kicking as his sperm fired off.

As soon as Alesta felt Daniel’s sperm splashing into her vagina, she made her move, slicing downward with her arm. It was easy for her to find the target, since Daniel’s head was thrown back into the pillow. All she had to do was draw her knife across his exposed throat, slicing through flesh, blood and cartilage.

Daniel’s eyes slammed open and a faint hissing, gurgling sound issued from the gaping wound in his throat. He reached up to Alesta and tried to get the knife from her, but she held it far away from him, holding his naked body down with hers as his blood sprayed out all over the bed. Alesta wasn’t concerned. She knew how to take care of evidence.

The boy’s movements began to slow as the flow of blood went from spurts to a mere trickle. Finally he stopped moving, stopped breathing, stopped doing anything, his dead eyes wide open and showing pain, confusion and betrayal.

Alesta climaxed as the teenage boy under her died, just as she always did. When she was done with her own pleasure, she got off Daniel’s motionless body. Leaning down she gave him a tender kiss on his dead lips, smiling to herself and feeling the usual surge of victory and power.

Alesta ducked into the shower, getting herself nice and clean. Later today she’d trek Daniel’s body out to the usual place and dump him with Lucas and the others. She wished she could give them a better funeral than what they ended up with, but c’est la morte.

She’d just finished the shower and put on a bathrobe when she heard a knock on the front door. Curious, she went over and peered at the front porch through the thick curtains over her windows.

There was a boy at her door.

She regarded him for a few seconds. Probably thirteen or so. Tasseled brown hair, nice enough looking clothes. Very cute face. Nice body. She briefly pictured him naked and thrusting on top of her as his virginity fled his young body, then slashing him open and watching his life flee as well.

Alesta hadn’t ever done two boys in one day, except for back a couple years ago when she had twin eleven-year-old boys at her mercy. Killing one boy after another had been quite fun. Now she had the chance to do it again. There was a slight risk because she hadn’t dealt with Daniel’s body yet, but she figured she could just do this one in the living room.

Loosening her robe belt just slightly, she went to the front door and opened it.

“Yes?” she asked politely.

The boy stared at her briefly, eyes focused mostly on her partially exposed breasts. “Uh… hi!” he managed to say after a bit. “My name is Taylor. I’m a student at Garfield Junior High and I’m selling candy to raise money for my school.” He shook a little box of candy bars.

Alesta smiled her sweetest, most disarming smile. “Well. I’m Alesta. Why don’t you come inside for a little bit and we’ll see what you have.”

“Ok,” Taylor said, very pleased. He’d not been able to move more than two bars of candy after spending a full hour walking around. Now there was at least a chance he’d get a sale!

“So your name is Taylor, you said?” Alesta asked as she shut the door behind the boy, quietly, but firmly, locking it.

“Yeah.”

“Kind of like Taylor Hanson, huh?” she said with a sweet smile. THERE was a boy she’d wanted bad. But now he’d started to age and was married and had a child. Alesta sighed softly. She could have spared him the ravages of time.

“Yeah, I guess. I was never really into Hanson.”

“So what sort of candy do you have? Here, sit next to me,” she said, plopping herself onto the couch and patting a space next to her.

Taylor sat down and opened up his candy box. He ran through the various choices and then when he was done, Alesta said, “I’ll take them all!”

Taylor blinked and smiled in happy surprise. “Really? Wow! Cool! You’re the best!”

Alesta laughed, a throaty laugh, full of danger, though Taylor didn’t recognize the sound. “I’m glad you’re happy.” She stood, her robe falling open a little, just enough to expose one of her breasts. Taylor drew in a sharp breath. Alesta looked down at him.

“Something wrong?”

“Uh… no!” With great effort he tore his eyes away.

Alesta laughed again. “You were taking a peek, weren’t you?”

“No, no!” Taylor lied hurriedly.

“It’s alright,” she said with a sweet smile. “I don’t mind.” She let her robe fall open a little more, exposing both breasts fully. “Haven’t you ever seen a woman naked before?”

Taylor could only shake his head. He was confused as hell, but was willing to go with it. It wasn’t every day that a beautiful woman let him see her like this!

“Do you want to see more?” she purred, pleased that his inexperience likely meant he was still a virgin.

“Uh… sure, I guess! I mean, if you don’t mind.”

“I don’t mind. Why should I mind? I’ll tell you what… if you take off your shirt, I’ll let you see me totally naked.”

“You will?” Taylor squeaked, unable to believe this was really happening.

“Of course.” She lowered the robe just a little more, enough to really tease the child.

Taylor knew he shouldn’t be here and shouldn’t be doing this, but he really couldn’t resist. The chance to see a real life naked woman! Wow! His already very hard young penis twitched with total excitement and anticipation.

“Ok,” he replied. Nervously he sat up and pulled his shirt off, exposing his hairless, teenage chest.

Alesta moved close and ran a finger down the boy’s body. “Oh, very nice…”

“Thank you,” he said with a little gasp.

“You can touch me if you want to,” Alesta suggested, knowing that few boys indeed would ever turn down the chance to touch her. They certainly hadn’t turned down the chance when she’d been six.

Moving uncertainly, Taylor reached out a hand and gently ran it along one of Alesta’s breasts. His penis kicked with pure glee at the thought of what he was doing.

“Ready to see the rest?” Alesta asked.

“Oh, yes…” the young boy whispered, not aware that at this point his death was pretty much assured.

Alesta very slowly lowered the rest of her bathrobe until she stood naked in front of this pretty young child. She smiled at him and then sat down on his lap, straddling his waist and gently kissing his surprised looking face.

“You like me, don’t you?” she asked.

“Yeah…”

She wiggled against the boy’s crotch, feeling the hardness of his penis inside his jeans. “I can tell, you know,” she said with a little grin.

Taylor was too overwhelmed to do much more than simply grin back in shy embarrassment.

Alesta ran her hands down Taylor’s chest to his jeans. Once there she unbuttoned them and then unzipped them, reaching inside his boxers to let his young penis pop up into view. She had a brief flashback to earlier in the day with Daniel, then a few other flashbacks that she did her best to crush as she began stroking Taylor’s teenage erection.

“You have a nice one,” she whispered to Taylor as she leaned down and kissed his ear.

“Thank you,” he whispered back.

“You ever done anything like this?”

“No…”

Alesta smiled to herself. The boy was a virgin! Perfect. Now he was doomed. Cute and lovely little thirteen-year-old Taylor would be dead within five minutes, ten at the outside. She’d bury him and Daniel together. Two naked young boys, together and beautiful for all eternity.

Alesta moved slowly, laying herself down on the couch and spreading her legs as one of her hands went under a pillow to find the knife she always kept there.

“You wanna try something really nice?” she asked Taylor, wiggling her hips suggestively.

“You mean…” Taylor swallowed, unable to finish the thought, much less saying what he wanted to say.

“Yes… do you wanna fuck me?”

Taylor’s mouth opened and closed a couple times and then he somehow was able to say, “Yes… oh, yes… can I really?”

“Of course. Just take off those clothes.”

Taylor pulled his pants and boxers off while eyeballing the first vagina he’d ever seen in his life. His penis was going to be in there soon! He’d actually get to fuck a girl less than two months after he’d turned thirteen! None of his friends had managed that yet!

Taylor then rather awkwardly got onto the couch, kneeling between Alesta’s legs. He knew vaguely what he was supposed to do, but wasn’t totally certain. He looked at the older woman’s face, hoping she’d help him without making him ask.

Alesta had seen that look on many a young virgin. She reached down and took Taylor’s penis in her hand and lined it up with her vagina. “Just push it into me,” she whispered.

Taylor nodded and thrust with his hips, feeling the incredible sensation of his nearly hairless thirteen-year-old virgin penis slide deep into Alesta’s twenty-one year old vagina. It was a magnificent place of warmth, wetness and tightness like nothing he’d ever experienced before. It was mind boggling!

“Now fuck me, little boy,” Alesta whispered, sealing the boy’s fate.

Taylor, unlike Lucas and Daniel, kept his eyes mostly open as he fucked for the first time. Alesta didn’t think this was any big deal, and it certainly didn’t worry her. It made it even easier for her to tell when he was going to cum. She locked eyes with him, determined to murder the boy as soon as his orgasm began.

Taylor’s naked, thrusting body kept moving on top of Alesta, the young boy fucking her as best as he could, considering it was his first time. As he kept fucking, faster and faster, he could tell that he was going to cum soon and was determined to enjoy his orgasm as much as he’d enjoyed the fucking.

Alesta felt the boy’s body tense and she tightened her grip on the knife. Any second now…

Taylor suddenly let out a loud gasp of pleasure as his penis fired off his first sperm into Alesta’s vagina. He’d kept his eyes locked on hers and must’ve sensed something was awry because he abruptly pulled back just slightly. It wasn’t much, but it was enough to make sure that the knife that had been headed for this throat instead cut a nice slice across his upper left arm.

“Shit!” he screamed in pain and confusion and quickly leapt from the couch, sperm still blasting from his teenage penis.

“You little FUCK!” Alesta screamed back at him, totally outraged. Only one other boy had ever managed to dodge her first knife thrust. She’d got him eventually. She’d kept him alive for six days after that. It hadn’t been easy.

Taylor was quick on his feet. Ignoring the pain in his arm he sprinted for the door and tried to open it, but it was locked. He dodged an awkward slash from Alesta and picked up a lamp to toss at her. He missed, but her dodge was enough for him to run past her into the rest of the house.

Running into the bedroom he screamed again as he saw another boy, naked and dead, laying on Alesta’s bed, his lifeless eyes staring up at the ceiling, a huge red gash across his throat and blood all over the bedroom.

That could have been me, Taylor thought, scared out of his mind. The sound of Alesta charging into the room was enough to break the spell. He spun around and caught her arm, the two of them falling and landing on the bed. They rolled around on the blood-soaked sheets, at one point even rolling over the body of the poor dead boy.

Finally they rolled off the bed, Taylor on top. He struggled away from Alesta and ran out of the room, vaguely aware of the fact that he was still naked and that his arm was still bleeding, and now his whole body was covered in the blood of some poor dead kid.

Taylor stopped running when he got to the kitchen. He saw a couple carving knives in a knife block and pulled out one. What he saw that really got his attention was a cordless phone. He grabbed it and dialed 911.

“911 emergency, how can I help you?”

“Help! I’m stuck in some crazy lady’s house and she’s trying to kill me!”

“What is your address, please?”

“I don’t know! I-”

“You little FUCK! You’re DEAD!” Alesta screamed as she charged into the room.

Thinking fast, Taylor threw the phone as hard as he could. He was in Little League and knew what he was doing when tossing something with speed and accuracy. The phone arced out of his hand and bonked Alesta right between the eyes. She blinked, glared and then leapt at him, knife in hand.

Alesta either hadn’t seen the knife Taylor was holding or didn’t worry about it. They rolled onto the ground, and Taylor ended up on top. Faster than either he or Alesta would have ever believed, he took the knife in his hand and stabbed it downward, directly at Alesta’s face.

In the years to come Taylor would never forget the sensation of the knife breaking through Alesta’s left-eye. It pierced through the eyeball, down into her brain and embedded itself in the back of her skull. It was one of the most horrible things Taylor had ever felt in his life, and he’d remember it in his nightmares forever.

Underneath his naked body, Alesta twitched once, twice and then let out a slow exhale and stopped moving. Taylor felt her heart flutter and then it, too, stopped. The woman who had murdered twenty-four boys was now herself dead, killed by one of the boy’s she’d tried to do in.

Taylor laid there, half on top of Alesta, breathing hard and trying to make his mind work as he ran over everything that had happened in the last hour. He’d fucked a woman! And she’d tried to kill him. She’d killed another boy. And she’d tried to kill him. He’d killed her. But she’d tried to kill him.

The more Taylor thought about how Alesta had tried to kill him, the more angry he got. He became aware that his penis was hard, and as he looked down at Alesta’s body a thought entered his mind.

“Try to kill me, huh, bitch? Try to stab me! Here, take this!” He lined up his young penis and slid down into her vagina, feeling the still-warm sensation of the woman’s dead body around him as he started fucking her hard and fast. He knew he was going to cum soon, but that didn’t really matter much. All that mattered was making her pay for what she’d done to him and done to the boy in the bedroom and done to god only knew how many other boys.

Taylor finally felt the pleasure of orgasm wash through his body as he heard the sound of sirens in the distance. As soon as he was done cumming, he pulled out of her, and looked down at the woman he’d killed. He wanted to hate her, but right now he was too exhausted. He staggered to his feet and walked into the bedroom where he looked at the boy lying dead on the bed. He wasn’t much older than Taylor. Taylor wondered who he was.

“I’m sorry she got you, dude,” he whispered, going over and brushing a lock of blood-coated hair from the dead boy’s face. “I got her for both of us.”

Taylor then collapsed onto the ground, crying and shaking as the police finally arrived.

Over the course of the next couple weeks the police slowly put together everything that had happened at Alesta’s home. Inside her basement, down in a freezer, they found the severed penises of twenty-three boys, the youngest of which was prepubescent. They figured, correctly, that Daniel and Taylor’s penises would have joined the others had not Taylor stopped Alesta successfully. As for the fact that there’d obviously been post-mortem intercourse between the young boy and his would-be killer, that was left out of every official record. Taylor had been through enough.

Taylor himself spent many, many years in therapy as a result of what he’d been through. He eventually was able to make peace with that horrible day and eventually even fell in love with another man. He never had sex with a woman again and never wanted to. As he once observed, “When your first time is that eventful, you don’t want there to be a second.”

END

Copyright 2004 by Alex Hawk. C’est la morte.

So there you have it. I’ve written a snuff and necro story. Did it get me off? Yeah, a little. I’m comfortable admitting that. It’s not like I wanna go out and kill people now, though looking at photos of dead teenage boys might be… well, nevermind.

Needless to say, I do NOT condone the behaviors depicted in here. PLEASE don’t go around seducing young boys and killing them. That’s what you might call “wrong”.

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Insemination

Adult/Youth, Boy/Woman Sex, First Time, Incest, Pregnancy, Siblings, Straight, Teens |

October 22, 2008

Insemination
By
Alex Hawk

Summer TV generally sucked. It was only the second week of summer vacation and I was already bored out of my mind. We lived way out in the desert, out in the middle of nowhere, ten miles away from the nearest anything, and there was just nothing at all for us to do.

“Bored much, Tamesin?” asked my twenty-year-old sister, Madison as she walked into the living room. She was home from college for the summer.

“Yeah, kinda.”

“Well, turn off the TV for a moment. I’ve got something I wanted to talk with you about.”

“Ok.” I turned off the television and turned towards my sister as she sat down on the couch next to me. “So what’s up?”

Madison took a deep breath. “Well. I need your help with something.”

“Ok.”

“I’m working on an experiment for my classes.”

“What kind?”

“It’s a biological experiment.”

I nodded. She was majoring both biology and psych. “Ok. And?”

“Well… I plan to get pregnant. I want to have a baby and use certain techniques to raise him or her.”

“Oh. Ok. Sounds a little weird, but ok.” I wasn’t at all clear where this was going. “What does this have to do with me?”

Looking me in the eye, Madison said, “I want you to be the father.”

I was happy I was sitting down, or I probably would have fallen over. “What?” I managed to say after three tries.

“I want you to be the father of my baby.”

“Uh… ok. There’s like a billion things wrong with that,” I said. “I’m your brother and I only turned thirteen just last month.”

“You’re a boy, and you’re fertile,” she said. “Probably, anyhow. At thirteen you’ll produce quite a bit of sperm.”

“Uh… yeah… but, like, if we, you know, had sex, that would be illegal.” I blushed at the very thought of it.

“I wasn’t proposing to have sex with you.”

“Oh.” I wasn’t sure how to take that now.

“What I want you to do is to masturbate into a cup. You bring me your sperm, I’ll suck it up with these eyedropper-like things, insert them into my vagina and squirt your semen into me. That way I’ll get pregnant with your baby.”

“Oh.”

“See, there’s lots of nonsense out there about inbreeding. It’s my hope that I can give birth to a perfectly normal baby, raise it and have it turn out just fine. I won’t reveal that the baby was fathered by my brother until he or she turns eighteen. By then the Statute of Limitations would have expired, assuming there’s anything illegal about this, which I’m not sure of.”

“Oh.”

“It’s my contention,” Madison went on, “that a child born of brother/sister parentage will turn out to be better than either. All the best attributes of both for intelligence, looks, personality, etcetera.”

“Oh.”

“So what do you say?”

“Oh.”

“Something more answer like than that would be nice,” Madison pointed out.

I shook my head to clear it. “Uh… I don’t know, Madison. I mean, this whole thing sounds more than little bit… I don’t know. Weird.”

She nodded. “I understand. You don’t have to do it, but it would be very helpful to me. The whole experiment hinges on finding a baby who has a brother and sister for parents and the best way to be sure of that is to get pregnant by you.”

For some reason, I had a raging hardon. I did my best to ignore and it and decided to stall for time. “Can I have a few days to think about it?”

“Sure. Try to make up your mind as soon as possible, though. We only have the summer and this won’t be the most efficient way of making myself pregnant.”

“What would be the most efficient way?” I asked distantly.

“Well, having sex, obviously.”

“Oh, right.” I took a deep breath. “Ok. Look. I need some time to think about this, ok? I’ll let you know as soon as I make up my mind.”

“Fair enough. I’ll talk with you later,” Madison said as she stood up and walked from the room.

There was no way I could sort this out easily, especially given the distraction of my very hard penis. I spent all day trying hard to figure out what to do. Finally I ended up retiring to my bedroom, hoping that I could lay down and think about this without any distractions.

As I laid there on my bed, I thought about all the possibilities. It might be really cool to have a baby with my sister. It would kind of suck that I would be a father without getting laid, but still. None of my other friends had done anything similar.

While I thought about this, I reached down and unzipped my pants, reaching inside to extract my penis and stroking it slowly while thinking. It was a mind-blowing idea. The more I thought about it, the more that I liked it. Could I really say yes?

My orgasm hit me by surprise while I pictured my sister pregnant with my baby. I had barely enough time to get my hand under my penis and catch a handful of sperm before it all splattered onto me. Moving awkwardly and pulling up my pants without spilling any of my sperm, I made my way out into the hall and knocked on my sister’s door.

She opened it. “Oh, hey, Tamesin. What’s up?”

“Uh… I got something for you.” Rather awkwardly and feeling very embarrassed, I held out my spermy hand.

“Is that…?” She leaned close. “It is! Hold still!”

Madison vanished into her room and came back with what looked like, and probably was, an eyedropper. She used that to suck up as much of my sperm as she could.

“Thanks, Tamesin,” she said, giving me a little hug. “Next time try to get it in a cup, ok?” She handed me a small plastic sleeve full of cups.

“Yeah, ok. When will we know when you’re pregnant?”

“Well, I’ll be doing pregnancy tests pretty often. I’ll let you know what happens each time, ok?”

“Ok.”

“Ideally,” she continued, “we’ll need to be doing this a couple times each day.”

“Ok. I think I can manage that.”

“Great!” Madison gave me another hug. “Well, I have to get busy. See ya, and thanks!” She shut her door.

I stood there for a few seconds and then went back to my bedroom, mind swimming with thoughts about what Madison was doing right now.

* * *

The next couple weeks crept past. Twice each day, once in the morning and once at night, I would masturbate into a cup and bring it to my sister. She’d take my sperm, disappear into her bedroom and do her thing. Hopefully we’d know soon if it had worked.

One morning just as I was getting ready to jerk off, there was a little knock at my bedroom door. Opening it, I saw Madison standing there.

“Hey, sis. What’s up?”

“Well, Tamesin, I just took a pregnancy test.”

My heart skipped a little. “And?” I asked carefully.

“I’m not pregnant yet.”

“Oh.” I wasn’t sure how to feel.

“Don’t worry, I’m sure we’ll make this work,” she said, patting me on the shoulder.

“So why hasn’t it worked yet?”

“Well… it’s possible that too much of the sperm is dying or becoming inactive in the time you ejaculate to the time I get it inside my vagina. Two or three minutes might not sound like much, but it can make a difference.”

“Ok.”

“So what we need to do is somehow decrease the amount of time. And to that end, I have an idea.”

“Oh?”

Madison nodded. “What I’m wanting to do is this: next time you masturbate, I’ll be in the room with you, and I’ll just be wearing a bathrobe. That way when you climax, I can get the sperm and get it inside me all within less than a minute.”

“So, you’re going to be here while I’m jerking off?” I wasn’t too sure about this idea.

Madison shrugged. “I think it’s the best way to get this done.”

“And you’ll put my sperm in you while you’re in here?”

“Yes.”

I thought about that. “That might be interesting to see.”

“You’re welcome to watch if you want. I can hardly say no, seeing as it’s your sperm that’s going to be going into me.”

“Yeah.” Despite my misgivings my penis had hardened up considerably. “Ok. Do you want to do this right now?”

“Let me go get my stuff. I’ll be right back.” Madison was gone and returned in less than two minutes. Once she was back in my room she said, “Alright, I’m ready when you are,” and sat down on the chair at my desk.

Blushing and feeling really shy, I got on my bed and pulled the blanket up over my body. I then reached into my boxers and pulled out my hard penis, giving it a couple tugs.

Madison was sitting there, watching me. This put me off my game.

“Uh… would you mind… like… turning around or something?”

“Oh! Sure, sorry.” She turned around and faced the wall, taking a book off my desk and looking through it.

I closed my eyes and tried to forget that my sister was here as I began masturbating a little more. The blanket was making a rhythmic rustling noise as I beat off, but I tried my best to ignore that, hoping Madison wouldn’t hear it.

I tried my best to get off, but it just wasn’t working. Finally I had to give up. I sat back with an annoyed sigh.

“What’s wrong?” Madison asked.

“I just can’t… you know… with you in here,” I said, feeling like a dork.

“Oh… well, I have an idea.”

“What?”

Madison sat back and propped her legs up on either arm of the chair, lifting and spreading them as she did so. She had only a skirt on and, I knew now, no panties. I was looking at my first ever real life vagina.

“Holy shit,” I muttered.

“Does this help?” she asked, smiling a little as she took a finger and rubbed it along her slit.

“Yeah… hell, yeah!” I said, grabbing hold of my penis and stroking as fast as I could, no longer caring if my sister saw.

“You should pull back the blanket,” she said. “That way you won’t get any sperm on it.”

“Ok.” I pulled the blanket back, exposing my hard penis to my sister for the first time, and leaving me basically naked, since all I was wearing were boxers that were pulled down. I began jerking as fast as I could, knowing that now I would have no trouble cumming. Seconds later, I let out a low moan and my penis seemed to explode, sperm shooting out all over my bare chest and hand.

“Wonderful!” my sister said, hoping down from the chair and coming over to me. “Now hold still.” She took one of the little eye droppers and held it against my stomach, sucking up some of my sperm. She did the same with another one and then sat back down, spreading her legs wide.

Now my eyes went about as wide as Madison’s legs did, as I watched her insert one of the eye droppers into her vagina and give it a squeeze. She followed suit with the second one and then sat back looking pleased.

“Alrighty,” my sister said, giving me a happy smile. “With any luck, I’ll be pregnant in a few minutes.”

“Cool,” I whispered, somewhat overwhelmed by the thought.

Madison walked over and gave me a little kiss on the cheek. “I’ll see you later tonight,” she said as she walked off.

As for me, I laid back with a stupid little grin on my face, my penis still slightly hard as I thought about my sister being pregnant by me and as I thought about how cool it had been to see her vagina.

* * *

Another couple weeks went past, me ejaculating every day and watching my sister suck it up into the eyedropper for another round of attempted impregnation. Each time she did it I had the joy of watching her stick something into her vagina. She didn’t always masturbate with me, but at least I got to see my sperm going into her.

Finally the day of the next pregnancy test came up. I waited impatiently outside the bathroom while my sister did her thing. After a few minutes she came out with a little frown on her face.

I drooped a little. “Not pregnant?”

“No.”

“I’m sorry,” I said, feeling somehow responsible for my sperm not doing their job. Get to work, guys! I wanted to shout.

“That’s ok, we’ll just keep trying,” Madison said, giving me a little kiss on the cheek. “You up for it right now?”

“Hell, yeah.”

“Good. Let’s go.”

It wasn’t too much longer after the conversation that I had yet another orgasm while my sister watched and waited. It wasn’t the best orgasm I’d ever had, but it certainly wasn’t bad. I laid back and watched as she sucked up my sperm with her two eyedroppers. Suddenly an idea occurred to me.

“Hey, Madison, wait a second,” I said as she was getting ready to put the eyedropper into her vagina.

“What?”

“Can I…” I blushed a little, despite the fact that I was currently naked, laying on top of my bed with some remnants of sperm on my stomach while my semi-naked sister was sitting across from me with two eyedroppers of semen ready to stick into her vagina. “Would you mind… I mean… can I… like… put it in you?”

“The sperm?”

“Yeah.”

“Uh… well, sure, I guess.” She handed me the eye droppers and said, “Here, let me lay on your bed. It’ll be easier that way.”

“Ok.”

I moved aside as my sister got comfy on my bed. Once she was settled she spread her legs high and wide and said, “Ok. You think you know where it goes?”

“I think so.” Shaking a little I reached out and poked the first eyedropper against what I thought was the right place. “Here?”

“Yes.”

Very slowly I began to insert the eyedropper, thinking how cool it was to see it sliding into Madison’s vagina. Once it was all the way inside I gave it a little squeeze, seeing my sperm shoot up into her. It was way cool. I did this again with the second one and by the time I was done my penis was massively hard again.

“That was sweet,” I said, sitting back a little.

“Glad you liked it.” Madison smiled at me.

I looked down at my penis. “Uh… if you want, I can give you some more right now?”

Madison laughed. “Let’s save it for later tonight, ok?”

“Ok.”

She sat up and gave me a little hug. “I’ll see you later!” she said, gathering up her things and heading back to her bedroom.

* * *

For another month Madison and I continued this little ritual. Now things were getting a little more tense, however, since there were only three weeks before she had to go back to college. We were both very hopeful that her next pregnancy test would show a plus rather than a minus.

“Negative.”

No such luck.

“Dammit!” I said, feeling annoyed.

“Don’t worry,” Madison said, putting her hand on my shoulder. “We’ll make this work. I have a little idea to try. I’ll meet you in your bedroom in a couple minutes.”

“Ok.”

I went to my bedroom and got naked, laying on top of my bed, idly stroking my penis and wondering what Madison’s plans were.

When she came into my room, my sister was wearing a bathrobe. She said, “Ok, here’s the idea. The problem is probably a matter of too much of your sperm dying before I get it into my vagina. So I’m thinking that what I’ll do is lay on my back and when you get ready to cum, you hold your penis right up against the entrance to my vagina. That way your sperm should go directly from you into me without any problems.”

“Oh!” I thought about this. “Uh… sure, ok.”

Madison pulled the bathrobe off and was now entirely naked. I’d seen her vagina more times than I could count, but hadn’t ever seen her breasts before. If I hadn’t already had a major hardon, this certainly would have given me one. She laid on my bed next to me.

“Right, now get between my legs as you masturbate. Then when you’re about to cum, just move really close and put your penis right here,” she said, spreading her vagina open and showing me the small hole I’d gotten familiar with lately.

“Ok.”

I crouched between my sister’s legs and stared directly at her vagina as I started masturbating. It was a beautiful view! As I masturbated I thought about how incredibly cool it was that I might, with any luck, be a father in nine months as a result of our activities! Wow!

These thoughts, as they often did, drove me ever closer to an orgasm. As I felt it building up, I whispered to Madison, “I’m gonna cum soon…”

“Quick, put it right here!” my sister said, holding her vagina wide open.

I moved forward, touching the tip of my penis to her wetness. I pushed slightly, just enough for a little bit of the tip to go in, and then started cumming harder than I’d ever cum before. I my best to keep myself steady, hoping that enough of my sperm would get inside my sister to make a difference.

When I was done cumming, I sat back, a tiny string of semen connecting the tip of my penis to my sister’s vagina. It snapped eventually. I saw just a tiny bit of sperm leaking out of her, but not a great deal. I hoped most of it had ended up inside.

“Do you think it worked?” I asked as I sat back on my knees.

“I hope so!” Madison said, continuing to lay on her back, letting my sperm flow into her body. “I think it probably helped, at least. Much more of your sperm should have survived the trip this time.”

“Cool.” I looked at her vagina and pictured my little boys swimming. “It’s really kind of… awesome to think about, you know?”

“Yeah.”

I laid down next to her. “What are you going to do with the baby once it’s born?”

Madison shrugged. “I’ll raise it and take good care of it. No one will know who the father is until the baby is eighteen, and then you’ll get the credit you deserve.” She smiled at me.

“Cool.” I grinned back.

“I hope if it’s a boy he winds up looking like you,” Madison said, smiling at me.

“Really?”

“Yeah. You’re a good looking boy.” She ran her fingers down my bare chest. “Especially when you’re naked.”

I giggled a little. “You’re pretty nice naked, too.”

Madison let her hand drift down my body. She let it come to a rest on my still hard penis. She’d never touched me there before. As she gave it a couple slow strokes, she said, “It’s very nice thinking that because of this, I’ll have a baby.”

I let out the breath I’d been holding since she touched me. “Yeah…”

“Tamesin?”

“Yeah?”

“You think you can cum again?”

“Like now? Yeah.”

“Well… get between my legs again. We can try something else.” My sister’s voice had an odd quality to it.

“Ok.” I got up and knelt between her legs, looking down at her vagina. “Now what?”

“Put your penis against my vagina again.”

“Ok.” I did so.

“Now…” Madison reached up and put her hands on my shoulders, tugging me down towards her. “Lower yourself down a little.”

“Uh… ok.” I lowered my body down on top of my sister. It was hard to keep my penis positioned just right, though. I started feeling an odd sensation around the tip.

“Uh… Madison?” I asked, putting two and two together as I felt a strange, warm wetness work itself around the tip of my penis and then slowly along the shaft.

“Shhh…”

“But I think I’m-”

She put her fingers on my lips. “Shhh…”

“But… I’m going into you…” I whispered.

“I know…”

“Oh, god,” I whispered, feeling the last bit of my thirteen-year-old virgin penis sliding into place deep inside my sister’s tight twenty-year-old vagina. My sister and I locked eyes as my pubic hair merged with hers. Sparks of pleasure were shooting from my penis and going out all over my body. I’d never felt anything so amazing! I was actually inside a girl!

“What do you think?” Madison asked me quietly. I could feel her heart beating fast inside her chest.

“I think… I… oh, it’s wonderful…”

“You think you can… move it around a little…?”

“Yeah…” I flexed my hips, feeling my penis move slightly inside my sister’s vagina. It felt good, so I kept doing it. It was sweet.

Under me, Madison was moving around, wrapping her legs around my waist, moaning a little and shivering with pleasure. She started whispering into my ear,
“Fuck me, little brother… fuck me… give me a baby… fuck me…”

I began fucking as fast as I could, trying hard not to slip out of Madison. Hearing her talk like that, realizing that I was actually fucking a girl and that I might, I hoped, get her pregnant, was so fantastic I couldn’t believe it.

Soon my thrusts became very rapid and short. I started breathing very, very hard as the pleasure swept over my young body. Then I let out a grunt of pure joy as my penis began firing off inside my sister’s heavenly vagina. I fired off several hard blasts of sperm into her.

As soon as I was done cumming, I fell on top of her, totally overwhelmed by everything I’d experienced, my sister gently stroking my hair and whispering, “You did good, little brother… you did real good…”

We fucked every chance we had after that. Almost every time we did it, I was on top of her, the logic being that my sperm would have a better chance of getting her pregnant that way. I didn’t really care too much at this point. All I knew is that I was getting as much sex as any young boy could hope for.

My sister eventually went back to school. She took the last pregnancy test while she was there. She told me in a very excited phone call that it had been positive. A little chill went through my body as she told me that I was going to be a father in a few months.

Now a year has gone by since my sister first asked me the favor. Our baby daughter was born a couple months ago. She’s healthy, happy and doing well as is Madison. I don’t know exactly how the baby will turn out in the long run, and it does feel kind of weird to be a father at my age, but I knew that with Madison taking care of her everything would, hopefully, work out ok in the end.

END

Copyright 2004 by Alex Hawk. The quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog.

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