Feature Writer: T.S.Severe
Feature Title: A FRIENDLY CAPER 3
Published: 12.07.2015 / Copyright© 2015 by T.S.Severe
Story Codes: Erotic Horror, Religious, Teenagers, Romantic, Reluctant, Bi, TS, BDSM, Interracial, Anal
Synopsis: A teenage boy experiences his sexual awakening at the hands of his first crush, one of his counselors at summer camp. Later, he finds his first real love, runs away from the orphanage where he grew up, and works as a high priced escort in Europe only to find himself betrayed and sold to African White Slavers…And then the aliens arrive.
A Friendly Caper 3
One day I woke up to find a strange boy standing in my room. A boy who was a stranger to me, I should say, because I didn’t think he looked strange at all. Just … unexpected.
“Who are you?” I asked, sitting up in my bed and rubbing the sleep out of my eyes.
“Dylan,” the black boy replied.
My room wasn’t overly large and he stood near the bed opposite mine, empty but for some folded linen and his blue backpack. Everyone at St. Luke’s had to share and my old roommate had left a couple weeks before to live with some relatives in Canada or someplace. I’d gotten sort of used to being alone and that’s why I called it my room, but it was really our room now.
“Did I wake you up? Sorry.”
“No,” I shook my head. “I gotta get up anyway. How old are you?”
“Sixteen,” he answered, tilting his head with a smile. “Why?”
“I don’t know,” I shrugged self-consciously as I’d woken up with a morning erection and I wasn’t wearing anything under the bed sheets. “You look kind of old to be here.”
“They kicked me out of foster,” Dylan shrugged. “Harringtons? You know them?”
“No,” I shook my head and watched as he pulled his t-shirt over his head to reveal a smooth, well-toned chest. I swallowed hard as I remembered Ron and his huge dick.
“They’re okay, but there’s way too many rules, you know?” He shrugged and tossed his t-shirt on the bed. “I like to do my own thing sometimes.”
“Yeah,” I whispered, feeling my face warming beneath his bright smile and chocolate eyes.
Dylan had skin almost as black as Ron’s had been. Africa black, with short kinky hair and broad shoulders. Muscular shoulders. He wasn’t a body builder or anything, not like that, but definitely blessed with good genes, I thought. I stared at his small black nipples and flat stomach. He had a thin trail of dark hair leading from his belly button downward to disappear beneath the waistband of his faded jeans. I thought he looked amazingly sexy just standing there.
“Anyway, they were gonna send me back to Mercy,” Dylan explained as he unsnapped his pants and unzipped them slowly. “But then Father John found out and said I could stay here, so that’s cool.”
“What’s Mercy?” I asked, trying not to look too interested as he pushed his jeans down his strong, black thighs and high-stepped out of them.
He wore a pair of black briefs, small and thin like Speedos or something, and I could see the shape of his cock and balls as they stretched the nylon. Dylan must have had a serious dick too, judging from the size of his bulge and when he turned and gave me his ass, bending over to pick up his jeans, I held my breath. The boy’s underwear didn’t hide anything back there and Dylan’s butt looked rock hard, as if chiseled out of stone, and I’d always been attracted to guys like that.
“Mercy?” he shrugged, facing me again and playing his thumb along the waistband of his briefs. “You never got in trouble, huh? It’s where they send the bad boys.”
“Oh.” I blinked as he pulled the waistband out and let it snap against his hip. “What did you do?”
“You sure you wanna know?” he teased me with a grin and I blushed even more.
There was a tension between us, like the air was charged with electricity and it gave me goosebumps as we looked at each other. My cock throbbed and my tummy tingled the way it hadn’t since I’d first met Gary. This wasn’t like being with Father John, not at all, because I wasn’t attracted to the older man emotionally. I understood that difference instinctively, and Dylan’s smile and his eyes and his body, every part of the boy made me want him. I couldn’t help it and I felt pretty helpless as I sat there on my bed, hiding my arousal and wishing I knew what to do about it.
“I don’t know,” I giggled nervously. “Why? Is it bad?”
“Some people think so,” Dylan said with a lick of his full brown lips. “I was out by the airport, hanging out at the arcades. You ever been there?”
“No,” I answered, sucking my lips as he just stood there, scratching the pubic hair that curled above his briefs in the front. “You got in trouble for playing video games?”
“Video games?” He laughed and I frowned. “The porn places, you know? The video arcade where they show movies?”
“Ummm…” I blinked at him, feeling kind of dumb because I honestly didn’t know anything about that stuff.
“I’ve made like two, three hundred bucks in one night out there before,” he boasted proudly.
“Really? Doing what?”
“Doing whatever,” Dylan shrugged. “Mostly just letting white guys suck my dick.”
“W-What?” I forgot to breathe and my heart stammered as I tried to understand what he was telling me.
“Twenty bucks just to suck it for it a while,” he nodded. “If they want me to cum it’s fifty, you know, since I only got so much juice in my balls.”
“You’re, um … gay?” I asked slowly as he slid his hand down to his trapped cock and balls, rubbing himself through his underwear.
“Father John told me about you,” Dylan said with a smile, ignoring my question. “Your name’s Cockboy, right?”
“He told you?” I shivered with a rush of adrenaline, feeling that fight or flight thing, except I wasn’t going to do either of those.
“Why do you think I’m standing here?” he asked with another soft laugh. “If I’m a good boy and behave myself, we get to be friends.”
“I don’t, um … What’s that mean?” I whispered.
“I like pretty white boys,” Dylan told me, looking me up and down with a smile, “and you’re fine as hell, he wasn’t lying about that.”
“Ummm…” I swallowed hard and wondered if I was dreaming.
“Have you ever been with a black guy?”
“Yeah,” I breathed and Dylan looked surprised at that.
“Cool,” he nodded. “Then it’s up to you.”
“Me? What’s up to me?”
“I’m just standing here,” he said lightly, almost innocently the way he smiled at me. “You wanna be friends or what?”
“You mean like boyfriends?” I asked softly, hardly believing this could be happening. It felt like all my prayers were being answered at once.
“You want a boyfriend?”
“Yeah,” I nodded and I still had a lot of questions, but I didn’t want to look a gift horse in the mouth or whatever. I didn’t want to say something to make Dylan change his mind and get mad at me, you know?
“Me too,” he said. “It sucks being alone all the time.”
“I know,” I agreed as he unzipped a large pocket on his backpack, the only luggage Dylan had.
“I’m gonna grab a shower,” he told me, pulling out some shampoo and a toothbrush, stuff like that. “Are you coming?”
“Um, yeah … I just…” I looked down and I knew my face had to be seriously red.
“What’s the matter?” Dylan laughed. “You got a boner or something?”
“Sorta,” I admitted sheepishly, giggling and dipping my head.
“You laugh like a girl,” he teased me. “Where do they keep the towels around here?”
“In the closet, um, by the bathroom.” I sort of pointed towards the closed door. “You’re gonna walk around like that?”
“I told you,” he said with a smile, “I like to do my own thing.”
He left our room just wearing his underwear and it wasn’t that big of a deal, I guess. All the kids at St. Luke’s were boys anyway, but still … Probably it was just that I thought Dylan looked completely hot. I imagined anyone who saw him mostly naked like that would get turned on or whatever, even though most of the other boys were a lot younger than him and not queer at all. Except I hadn’t figured out how to tell if someone was a fag or not, which was one of my biggest problems.
It sucked being fourteen and gay and totally alone. Father John didn’t count because all he wanted to do was have sex, him and Sister Judith both, and if I was there it was only to amuse them, like some sort of sex pet. The priest wasn’t gay anymore than he was straight, he was just an old pervert and I’d been kind of disappointed to figure that out. But I wasn’t alone anymore and I didn’t exactly understand how or why I’d gotten lucky enough to get Dylan and I didn’t really care. I had a boyfriend again!
The bathroom wasn’t real big. It had a couple toilet stalls, a couple sinks, and three showers separated by tiled walls and flowery shower curtains that Sister Francine had bought. Dylan was the only one in there, all the other kids being downstairs eating breakfast or watching cartoons since it was Saturday. Most of the boys were between eight and twelve years old, a couple kids were thirteen and there was me at fourteen. A guy named Zack was fifteen and at sixteen, Dylan was now the oldest boy at St. Luke’s.
Anyway, I used the toilet real quick because I had to pee badly and that was a relief, but then I wasn’t sure what I should do. I mean, Dylan was in one of the showers and I could see him like a shadow through the shower curtain as he washed his black body. Should I get in the shower with him, which was what I really wanted to do, or use one of the other showers? What if he laughed at me? Or what if he got mad or something? I hated wanting something and being too afraid to try and get it.
“Hey, um…” I said, softly. “Do you want me to, uh … wash your back?”
What a total idiot! I felt amazingly stupid as soon as I asked him that, but that’s what being a kid is like sometimes. All I knew were worn-out lines from bad movies and dumb jokes. Anyway, Dylan didn’t seem to care, he just opened the shower curtain and smiled at me.
“Yeah,” he said. “Get in.”
The shower wasn’t made for more than one person, but I wasn’t very big anyway. I wasn’t even five and half feet tall yet and the last time I’d weighed myself at school, the scale had said 102 pounds, so I was pretty skinny. Dylan stood four or five inches taller than me and he had a real body, strong with muscles and glistening wet under the shower. He made me feel even smaller than I was as I looked up at him, and the boy didn’t wait.
He hugged me, pulling my flat, pale tits against his ebony body. Dylan’s cock, not yet fully erect, pressed against my tummy. His hands found my round butt and my arms went around his neck as we kissed. His tongue licked between my lips and I opened with a happy gasp, letting the older boy explore my mouth with a nice, lazy French kiss that made me want to melt. I felt his leg between mine, rising until I felt the pressure of his dark thigh against my hairless balls and aching penis. I rocked my hips and hunched myself against him, sucking Dylan’s tongue and tickling it with my own.
I hadn’t been kissed like that since the night I’d said goodbye to Gary and I burned for it inside. My heart thumped wildly as I clung to Dylan like a little boy. I could feel his cock growing longer and thicker against my soft skin and the water poured over us like hot rain. His fingers moved between my butt cheeks and we moved just enough to let the tip of Dylan’s middle finger find my tight sphincter and play with it. The water gave him all the lubrication he needed to push the tip inside me. I shivered and rocked myself against the sensation, inviting the boy to finger me deeper while we made out.
Of course, we couldn’t risk spending too much time in there; anyone could walk in anytime. So after not nearly enough kissing, Dylan urged me to turn around and face the wall. I bent over for him, smiling nervously over my left shoulder as I spread my legs and felt the cool tiles under my palms. Dylan’s black cock was larger than mine, but not so big as Ron’s had been, and circumcised too. I guess it was like seven inches long maybe? I’m not sure, but pretty thick and maybe all black guys have really fat cocks or something.
“You’ve got a sweet ass,” he whispered, rubbing his cockhead across my boy pussy and teasing both of us with it.
“Be careful, okay?” I said, doing my best to relax against the wave of excitement that seemed to be swallowing me whole.
“Have you been fucked before?” Dylan wondered, freezing for a second and narrowing his eyes.
“Yeah,” I nodded. “But not for a long time. Just go kinda slow.”
“I will,” he promised, smiling again as he lined up his cock and started pushing.
It hurt a little, even with the shower spraying hot water on the small of my back and spilling between my cheeks to keep his cock nice and wet. I had to remember not to hold my breath and just relax my gut and let him inside. My butt resisted, protesting as Dylan’s cock forced its way into my tight rectum, and that strange ache wasn’t unwelcome. I kind of liked the dull throbbing in my butt as he stuffed me full of cock. The burning gave way to a sharp cramp and then just a vague point of pressure moving deeper as Dylan refused to ease up on me.
He held my hips tightly, digging his black fingers into my white skin, and didn’t stop pushing until his cock was firmly planted to the root inside my ass cunt. We both took deep breaths and I kept my head down, staring at the water swirling around the drain. Dylan rubbed my back and shoulders, caressing me while we both got used to having his big dick stretching my small butt. After a half minute or so, he began fucking me slowly, taking long strokes, and that’s when it really started feeling good.
“Hmmm … Ummm…” I moaned deep in my throat, feeling my knees all rubbery as I pushed myself backwards to meet him.
He pumped my hole for five minutes maybe, slapping my ass with his hips and reaching for my straining cock while I rode his. Dylan jerked me off in time with his thrusts, bringing me quickly to spasm and spray my cum between his fingers and onto the floor beneath us. A few moments later he groaned loudly and I felt his hot semen flooding my ass with a delicious warmth.
When he reached for my tits, pulling my back to his chest with his cock still jerking inside me, I turned my head to find his mouth. I nursed on his pink tongue and nibbled his brown lips. I reached for his hips and ran my hands over as much of his black skin as I could find. We were truly lovers then, I felt it in my heart, and that was a pleasure beyond anything else I might have imagined possible.
“He wants to meet me?” I blinked at Father John as we walked outside, through the gardens between the orphanage where I lived and the big house where he lived.
“He asked for you by name, Cockboy,” the priest replied with a deep throated chuckle and I’d gotten used to his warped sense of humor.
Some people think 14-year-old boys don’t know much about what’s going on around them, but we do. I’d never been much of a show-off or anything like that. I liked to keep my mouth shut and listen, which made a lot of people wonder if there was something wrong with me for some reason. I just didn’t have a whole lot to say, you know? But I wasn’t dumb and if I was innocent, that wasn’t my fault.
“Maybe I should have dressed better,” I thought out loud, feeling slightly uncomfortable in the clothes Father John had picked out.
Actually, he’d been the one to buy them for me too. I didn’t get to do a whole lot of shopping since I didn’t really have any money, and if I did, I wouldn’t have spent it on clothes. I wore a half-T, a lavender one that had a really big neck so it always fell down one shoulder or the other. It barely covered my boy tits and I had some seriously puffy nipples after Father John had put clothespins on them the night before. He liked that sort of stuff and I didn’t mind. I sorta liked it when my tits hurt a little because it sorta felt pretty good. Don’t ask me why.
Anyway, that t-shirt totally showed off my soft tummy and slim waist, my narrow hips and one or the other of my slender shoulders, sometimes both of them at the same time. Father John told me I looked sexy like that and he would know. I wore a matching pair of shorts, lavender short-shorts that hugged my butt and without any underwear on, totally showed off my dick and balls. Not that I had a big cock or anything, I didn’t, but those shorts didn’t hide my junk at all.
Besides showing off my butt, they really made my legs look nice and I have to admit I had kind of girlish thighs and calves. I wished I didn’t sometimes, but mostly I didn’t really think about it and I knew Father John liked my legs just fine. They were smooth and soft and I kept waiting for some hair to grow, but I didn’t even have hair on my balls yet. Being barely fourteen really sucked and I couldn’t wait to grow up. At least I didn’t have to wear makeup or anything, that would have really annoyed me and don’t laugh, sometimes Father John put lipstick on me and everything. Sometimes I did it for Dylan too, but that was different.
Father John said I looked like a little whore when he dressed me up like a girl. I wasn’t into that stuff at all though, at least not for him. I was a boy and I liked being a boy and I didn’t want to wear dresses or get big boobs or anything like that. It wasn’t my fault I looked like a tomboy just hanging out in my everyday clothes. Sometimes people would ask me if I was a girl, like strangers or new kids at St Luke’s, and that always made me feel embarrassed. I thought I should shave my head sometime, but then I’d probably look like a girl with cancer or something.
“Hold on a second,” Father John said, reaching into his pocket and I rolled my eyes when he pulled out a silk ribbon. Lavender, of course.
“Do I have to wear that?” I asked as he pulled my brown hair into a short ponytail.
“You look nice this way,” he told me and I knew there was no sense arguing with him. I was Father John’s Cockboy and that, I’d learned, was just another word for slave.
“Alright,” I sighed, wincing as he pulled my hair tight.
“Now remember, when you meet him you just kneel on the floor and kiss his ring,” he told me for the seventh time.
“What should I call him?”
“Don’t call him anything,” Father John said. “Don’t say a word.”
“What if he asks me a question?”
“Answer it.”
“But don’t call him anything?” I giggled and that made the man smile.
“Exactly,” he replied as we started walking again and Father John opened the door for me.
“Thanks,” I sighed and I’d been in the house plenty of times, usually when I should have been asleep in my bed.
The priest led me upstairs to where the bedrooms were. There were three of them up there, one for him and another one for guests, and the third one was where he liked to fuck me. He kept that one locked except when we were using it and I was a little surprised when Father John stopped and gestured towards it.
“Go ahead,” he told me. “I’ll be downstairs.”
“You’re not coming?” I asked, feeling a little nervous all of a sudden.
“He’s waiting for you. Just remember what I said and you’ll be fine.”
“But…” I frowned at the closed door.
“Go on,” Father John nodded and I took a deep breath as I reached for the doorknob.
I kind of peeked into the room at first, leaning around the door like I was shy or something, and I kind of was. I didn’t know this guy at all and he looked pretty old to me, even older than Father John who was like 40 or something. The room was familiar anyway, with a sturdy wrought iron bed and some large, antique furniture. There was a wide dresser with a huge mirror and a tall, skinny lingerie dresser thing, and a vanity with lots of makeup and stuff. This was the room where we played dress up sometimes and I really hoped this guy wouldn’t want me to be his little girl.
“Ah!” He smiled at me, sitting on the only chair in the room, one of those old fashioned Queen Anne sort. “Come in and close the door. Go ahead and lock it.”
I didn’t say anything, but did as he told me to. The man looked kind of fat and he wore a bathrobe or something, a red one, and it must have been made out of velvet, I thought. It looked kind of strange to me, especially with his pale, naked legs and feet sticking out beneath the bottom. I guessed he was probably naked underneath it and I swallowed hard as I remembered what Father John had told me.
The man stood up as I walked slowly towards him, dropping to my knees and looking at his hands. He had a big gold ring on the right one, but he didn’t offer it to me. Instead, he opened his robe and I saw his straining penis pointing at my face and he had a studded leather ring around the base of it and another around his the top of his grey haired scrotum. I didn’t hesitate, but leaned close enough to kiss the ring around his dick and that made him smile and sigh softly.
“Good boy,” he said. “How old are you?”
“Fourteen,” I answered slowly, remaining on my knees with the dripping head of his long, thin cock about an inch from my lips.
“Hmmm…” he pursed his lips for a second. “That’s a bit older than I usually like, but you are a lovely boy. Very, very lovely.”
“Thank you,” I whispered, feeling my nose itch because he smelled like perfume.
“What’s your name?”
“Cockboy,” I replied, wondering why he wouldn’t know if he’d asked for me by name.
“So I’ve gathered!” The man chuckled and sort of shuffled his feet a little closer so that his cock touched my lips and I started to open for it.
He didn’t seem to want that though. He pulled his hips back slightly so that I knelt with my mouth open while his penis danced up and down just in front of me.
“I see you must be hungry, Cockboy,” he said with soft tsk-tsking sound. “Doesn’t Father John feed you enough?”
“Yes,” I answered slowly. “He feeds me a lot.”
“But a growing boy like you needs more than three meals a day,” he said. “Would you like a little snack, Cockboy? Something to tide you over until dinnertime?”
“Yeah,” I cleared my throat. “Yes sir.”
“Then you’ll have to work for it first,” he told me. “I understand you’ve been in this room before? Go to the dresser and find a nice toy to play with.”
I started to stand up, but he clucked his tongue and I crawled to the dresser and opened the top left drawer. It didn’t have any clothes in it, those were in the lingerie cabinet. The dresser contained other things and the drawer I opened had a generous assortment of dildos and vibrators. I didn’t spend much time trying to decide, but picked out a smooth, pink vibrator that I’d played with before. It was only about six inches long maybe and not very thick, but I liked the way it felt.
“Take off your clothes and get on the bed,” the old man told me. “I like to watch little boys play with themselves.”
He sat in the chair again, turning it so that he could watch me as I did as I was told. I got on the bed and as the mattress bounced slightly it made the handcuffs rattle. There were four of them attached to the iron frame and I didn’t like those very much. Thankfully the man didn’t even seem to notice them as he stared at my swollen nipples and stiff cock. I didn’t think I was really turned on or anything, but I was definitely excited and nervous, and my dick didn’t need much of an excuse anyway. I got hard because the sun was shining sometimes.
“Use your mouth,” he instructed me. “Get it wet.”
I fixed the pillows behind me and leaned against the bed frame, spreading my legs with my knees bent. The man leaned back with a smile, staring at me with his dark eyes as I began sliding the vibrator in and out between my tight lips. I used my tongue, working it around in mouth to make as much spit as I could. I could take nearly all of the toy before it would poke the entrance to my throat and make me gag softly.
“Play with your tits,” he breathed and I did that too.
I had fat nipples, raw and tender and dark red after being clamped for most of the night before. I liked that though, as I said, and I used my left hand to explore my chest. I rubbed the soft flesh around my nipples at first, sliding that vibrator in and out of my mouth the whole time. I pinched my tits gently, gasping as I began to breathe harder and faster through my nose. I stared at the man’s cock, watching his clear precum leaking from the tip and spilling down the mushroom head.
“Like that,” he nodded. “Both hands. Pinch your beautiful tits for me … Harder … Pull those titties, Cockboy … Harder.”
I closed my eyes and arched my back as I held the vibrator in my mouth and pinched my nipples like he told me to. I felt them burning with pleasure and pain as I pulled them outward. The bruised flesh around them grew taut and I had a pair of tiny cones beneath my fingers. It felt so good that my cock began to jerk all by itself, drooling precum onto my quivering tummy. I felt hot all over, inside and out, and a thin sheen of sweat made my pink body glisten in the afternoon sunlight streaming through the windows.
The only thing that would have made it better is if the man had been pulling my tits instead of me. He seemed content to sit in his chair and watch, however. He wouldn’t even touch his swollen cock, but seemed immune to what must have been a desperate urge to at least give it a squeeze. I wanted to grab mine and jerk off; the need to orgasm grew quickly and I didn’t know why exactly. Usually I needed more than just a little nipple play to get me excited, but being watched by a stranger definitely made it interesting. It was kind of weird.
“Now, play with your cunt,” he said after a few minutes. “Use your fingers. Get your pussy nice and wet for me.”
I wasn’t sure at first if I could take the vibrator out of my mouth, but he didn’t say anything when I set it aside. I licked my fingers and spread my legs even wider for him, showing the man my rosy anus and tight sphincter. I hadn’t been properly fucked in three days, since the last time Dylan had snuck into my bed, and I smiled at the thought of taking the old guy’s prick. He had a nice one, not too long and not too thick, but just right for me. I have to admit I’d become something of a slut after my experience at summer camp, at least in my heart. I just hadn’t done very much about it yet, although Father John had seemed to be a good start. That man loved sex!
So did this man, I hoped. He certainly liked watching me finger my boy cunt and I did it much the same as a girl might finger her pussy. I got my fingers wet and played them around my asshole, massaging my puckered hole and getting it nice and slippery with saliva. I curled my middle finger and pushed it inside, just the tip, and then brought it to my lips to get it wet again. I didn’t mind the flavor and I kept myself nice and clean anyway, since that’s next to Godliness. Father John had told me that while teaching me about ass-to-mouth and I’d never forget that lesson!
“Use the toy now,” the man breathed, leaning forward in his chair as I got my vibrator nice and wet again.
I sucked on it for half a minute and then turned it on, hearing the friendly buzz and feeling it tickling my fingers. I hitched a sharp breath as I brought the tip to my asshole and pushed it past the ring of my anus gently. The tapered tip pierced my sphincter easily and it felt nothing but good as I slid the vibrator five inches into my rectum. I closed my eyes and lifted my butt off the bed, balanced on my shoulders and feet, offering the man a perfect view while I fucked myself for his pleasure.
The constant thrum of the toy inside my ass felt like nothing else in the world. It teased and delighted me inside and my boy cunt seemed to spasm with raw joy. Back and forth, in and out I worked the vibrator into my hungry hole like a real cock. It was so nice and smooth, not fat at all, and it caressed the walls of my rectum the way no man ever could. I’d been fucked with that vibrator before, but never like this, never at my own pace. Father John liked to turn it on and push it inside my ass and just leave it there to torment me while we did other things.
Somehow I forgot about the old man who sat there watching me. I’d closed my eyes while I fucked myself and let my thoughts wander to Dylan, my black boyfriend and roommate. He’d frowned at Father John when the priest had come to collect me, but there was nothing either of us could do about it. He’d brought us together and Father John could tear us apart, and we couldn’t begin to understand the man’s purpose. All we knew was that I was a toy and today, like the night before, someone wanted to play with me. I have to admit I kinda liked it too and obviously I was very confused. I loved Dylan and I loved sex and reconciling my desires with my feelings was the hard part.
But still, I liked to imagine myself in Dylan’s strong arms. It was his cock inside me, his hands touching my nipples and caressing my flesh. I could almost feel his full lips touching mine and the sensation of his tongue filling my mouth. I didn’t mind being his little girl and sometimes I’d dress for him, put on panties and makeup my face, even wear a dress and pretend I was a virgin white girl being seduced by her black boyfriend. We liked those games and they weren’t so different from the ones Father John and Judith wanted to play, but they were ours. That was the difference.
“Enough … Get your legs up!”
I blinked with surprise as the man suddenly pressed his naked body between my thighs, pulling at my knees to get them over his shoulders. He’d been watching me long enough and now he finally wanted to fuck. I’d pulled the vibrator from my ass more by accident than anything else and I suddenly didn’t want this fat old man to touch me at all. I couldn’t say why exactly, or what had changed my mind, but something had and maybe that’s just a part of being as young as I was just then.
“No! Stop!” I gasped, pushing at him even as he used his bulk to bend my body beneath him. “Let me go! I don’t want to!”
“Shhh…” he breathed, staring into my face and licking his lips as he reached between us. “Relax, boy … Let me have you now … Shhh…”
I jerked my head from side to side as he tried to kiss me and I winced when I felt his swollen cockhead piercing my hole. The vibrator had gotten me more than ready for him and the man’s prick slid into my boy cunt like a hot knife into butter. I groaned as I felt him stretching me, but it only hurt in my mind. I’d been dreaming of Dylan, my strong, handsome, black stud. This guy was old and fat with his flabby skin hanging off his brittle bones like an overstuffed scarecrow.
Only his cock defied the abuse of too many soft years. It was thick and hard as steel and I imagined he’d taken extra Viagra that morning; pulled his cock ring a notch tighter in his desperation to fuck something young and beautiful one last time. I hated the man suddenly and for the first time in my life I knew what it was to be raped. I didn’t hit him or scratch him. I didn’t kick or scream, I only let him have me for those ten or twelve eternal minutes before he climaxed inside me.
I let him kiss me at last, right at the very end, and the man was too dull and consumed with lust to understand that I’d denied him what he’d most wanted to take from me. He’d had my body, but that was all and as I watched him dress in his red velvet robe, I told myself that he’d wash away like dirt. I’d take a shower and wash him away, crawl naked into the bed I shared with Dylan and forget that sick old man completely.
That’s exactly what I did too and later, as we lay together in the dark, I had a thought.
“Hey, Dylan … What if we run away?”
THE END OF CHAPTER THREE