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So I get this message on Grindr a few weeks back, some young and inexperienced faggot feeling horny and looking for an older guy to show him the ropes. You know the type. Eager to start doing all the shit he’d been jerking off since he started getting curious. "Ryan2009" was your average, garden-variety twink: slim but curvy, short blonde hair to his ears and boyishly handsome. Cute but not cute enough to not be insecure, the type to melt in your hands if you know what you're doing.
There was nothin' that special about him really and to tell you truth, I was gonna ignore him and leave him to some other pervert. But it'd been awhile since I'd broken in some "fresh out the closet" pussy, thinking about traumatising another cherry with my dick started to sound like fun. I was gonna be his first. Every time he thought about how (and to who) he lost his virginity, lil’ old me was gonna pop into his head. Chances were, if he was thinking about me, then he was gonna start thinking about all the fucked up shit I'd have made him do. That always got my dick hard. Little Ryan had no idea what he was getting himself into.
So, long story short, we message for a bit. I send over the usual complements, he tells me he's nervous blah blah blah. The usual bullshit you have to sit through on the apps before he can actually sink your cock into something, give 'em plenty of compliments, convince 'em you're not a psycho etc. After jumping through the little bitch's hoops, it doesn't take long before he finally plucks up the courage to invite me over.
This was gonna be fun.
I park up outside "his place", which is clearly his parent's and can see they're home. Little fucker should've told me. This kid was really planning on sneaking me in the back door, inviting a total stranger into his folk's house while they sat in the living room. Ryan was either brave or fucking stupid. Didn't really change anything, he was gonna get the life fucked out of him, parents downstairs or no. I was definitely gonna make him regret it though.
Ryan meets me outside, mincing towards my truck, clearly anxious but excited. He's in a light button shirt and a pair of small gym shorts that he fills out nicely in the back... but not the front.
There it was, Ryan had your typical faggot anatomy: a big, gorgeous and "born to be bred" ass and a sad little baby dick round the front. I swear boys like this are built to attract men like me. Their bodies just know, like all their hormones are focused on giving 'em a nice ass and a pretty cunt to attract a male or something.
Maybe that's why faggot "cocks" are always so puny? It's in their fuckin' DNA. Growing a real dick is just pissing in the wind, not like they'll ever use it and actually fuck anything anyway, right? What's that word again... vestigial? Anyway, I knew there was a reason I wanted to meet this fag, that first message clearly pinged my "faggot radar".
He greets me with a blush and a whisper before taking my hand, guiding me out of my truck on delicate tippytoes and pulling me towards the side-door of the house. He was really gonna do this. Ya gotta love the enthusiasm, but he's not helping my "this kid is stupid as fuck" first-impression.
We enter the hallway and I can hear his folk's watching TV towards the other end, the light of whatever garbage they're watching spilling past the doorway towards us. He's very obviously trying to sneak around, making a show off how light and slowly he's stepping. Cute. I feigned ignorance, stomping my way up the hallway stairs and clearing my throat a few times to watch the kid cringe and flinch, conscious of his folks hearing us but not enough to have the balls to shush me.
It didn't matter anyway, I was gonna have him screaming on the end of my cock in the next 60 seconds.
We reach Ryan's room and he shuffles the both of us inside before closing the door quickly, closing it in practised silence. The boy's room wasn't particularly big, the double bed and desk taking up much of the floor's real estate. The walls were plastered with posters of female pop-stars, movies I hadn't seen and other pop culture crap, the usual faggot decor. A strip of condoms and a little bottle of lube lay in the middle of his bed, placed oh-so-neatly for the occasion. Cute. Use a condom? Yeah, no. If I was gonna break in this kid's cunt, I was gonna breed it too. Whether he liked it or not.
Honestly, I probably would've used a bit of lube, I'm not a total bastard. But since the little shit forget to mention that his fuckin' parents were gonna be home, he was gonna do without. I was gonna fuck him raw, fuck him hard and fuck him full of my kids. Only thing getting me off nowadays was tight, bare pussy anyway.
I sit down onto the edge of his bed, calm and comfortable, drinking in Ryan's curves. He stands on the rug at the centre of the room, blushing under my gaze and unsure of what to do with himself, only his fingers anxiously picking and worrying at each other. I beckon him with my forefinger, curling it towards myself before pointing at the space between my shoes, a wordless command. He steps up to me and I realise that we're finally at eye level with each other. Such a small, fragile wee thing.
"Lose the shirt." I say, breaking my silence.
He starts immediately, anxious fingers working the buttons from the top while I start to unbutton from below. Our digits meet over his abdomen and he quickly wriggles his shoulders free of his shirt, letting it slide down his arms to the rug underfoot. I pinch the hem of his shorts, sliding them painfully slowly down his thighs. Ryan's breath hitches as I pull at the fabric and begin to expose the skin pale skin underneath. The bitch looks like he's about to cum already.
I yank the shorts to the floor, finally stripping the boy to nothing and chuckle as I get a good look at his crotch. Most faggots I've met have been able to get "erect" so to speak, or as much as two inches of underwhelming clit can get. This bitch couldn’t even get it up he was so nervous, not there was much to “get up” mind you, little cocklet couldn't have been much more than an inch. Not the smallest I'd seen but it wasn't far behind. Ryan could definitely tell I was laughing at it, ironically shrivelling him up even more. Poor faggot.
“God damn, that’s rough kid. How much you workin’ with down there?” I jab, poking at his insecurity.
He squirms under my question. “I... I don't know, about 3 inches? M-maybe four? My dad says you can't measure a man's worth by how big his dick is...” He tapered off.
I let him stew in the silence for a beat.
“Sounds like your old man’s got a shrimp dick too huh” I smirk. "And Ryan... Four inches? Really buddy?" I say, condescension woven into my face.
I find my zipper and fish out all 10 inches of my fat, uncut cock. It was all for him. I watch the kid freeze, his faggot brain trying to drink in my size. His jaw falls slack and his eyes dilate at the overwhelming difference between our equipment.
"This is a real dick Ryan." I line it up next to the limp little excuse between his legs and press the tip to his pelvis. "See kiddo? Your little peepee is shorter than my helmet, isn't that funny?" I say, trying to sound light-hearted. As much as I'd love to, it's too early to get verbal and too mean about his clitty, don't want to scare the little runt away, do I?
"Aww it's so cute, Ryan." I tease, lightly slapping and rubbing my cock against his sad little pecker. The boy squirms and groans a little as I use my cock to worry and fiddle with his clit.
"It's too... t-too big." He stutters, staring at my length. "It won't fit."
"I'll make it fit, baby" I cut him off. I place my palm on the top of his head, guiding him to his knees, his eyes never leaving my cock. Between my legs, with 10 inches of hard cock up his cheek, he looks perfect. His natural habitat.
"Can you smell that, boy?" I ask, calm and affectionately. "Go on, sniff up my cock baby. What do you think?"
Ryan does so, slowly and cautiously at first before gaining confidence, until he's sliding his nose up and down my length like massive cigar. I watch his eyes roll back and a whimper escape his lips. A natural cockslut this one, bitch is snuffling up my prick like a little piggy. God damn, this one might even be worth keeping around after this. Could break his mind and not just his cherry. I'd only need a couple weeks to train, punish and maybe blackmail him a little and I could rent this faggot's holes out to any cock in town... and I do mean ANY and ALL cocks.
I whistled at the boy between my legs, drawing his attention away from his pathetic snuffling and cradling his chin between my thumb and finger.
"Up." I instruct, guiding him by the chin. He gets up on shaky legs, standing and blushing in front of me, eyes locked onto mine. His baby dick looks a little plumper than before, this little cock sniffer is definitely horny now. The kid is drooling precum like a faucet too, a clear string of the stuff dribbling out the tip of his cocklet and latching to his thigh. Think he's ready.
I pull him to the bed and he lets out a cute little whimper, his face still flushed, beet red with embarrassment. His legs draw up as he topples onto the mattress, knees bent and pulled to his chest; instinctively presenting his hole like the pure-bred faggot he is. I close the space between us, kneeling between his legs and nestling my pelvis against his. I flop my dick between his legs, letting it fall into the crook between his thigh and his groin, dwarfing his sad little clitty once again and pressing my heavy balls against that warm little hole.
It was baffling honestly, like the tip of your pinky trying to compete with your forearm. Kid may as well have been a different species altogether. With my thumb and forefinger, I pinch his little cocklet, squeezing the teeny tip and forcing a high-pitched yelp from his lips.
“A-Ah! Please stop...I don't like that...I'm...It’s too sensitive” He squeals, chewing his top lip but unable to hide his arousal.
I ignore him, keeping his clit in the vice between my digits. I pull my hips back, dragging my leaking cock down his groin. I grip the base of my shaft with my free hand, introducing the blunt tip of my cock to the boy’s hole. I let a thick wad of spit fall from my lips, landing on my cockhead and dripping over the boy's rim. I give his clit another hard pinch, eliciting a pitiful whine before I push forward, testing the resistance of his unsullied slot.
"W-wait! The lube... the con-" I cut the boy off as I crush his clitty in my thumb again. The pain jolts through him and I feel his pussy tighten from the pain, his cunt clamping shut in defence from the pain. At that moment, I pressed my cock into him, using my whole body weight to force my fat, blunt weapon into his body. I groan as I sink my massive prick into the gorilla-grip of the boy’s cunt, all the way to the base. It feels like the kid's pussy is trying to strangle my fucking dick, trying to crush it inside the hot folds of a quivering, velvet vice. Shit. Maybe I am total bastard.
The kid’s biting down on his fist, squealing and crying as he tries not to thrash against my brutal penetration. My girth is probably close to actually splitting him open, the lack of lube and lack of prep was gonna be tough but forcing myself into that tense, gripping pussy could've broken him. Oh well, in for penny...
“Grippin’ my cock like a good girl, ain’t ya?" I coo, pulling out slowly."This what you wanted right? Got a big ol' dick taking your virginity now, haven’t you, baby?”
I tug my cock from the boy’s hole, too fast, too rough. A wet pop echos through the room as I fully withdraw and I watch the puffy folds of his cunt clamp gratefully around thin air. I release my grip on his puny cock, finally allowing the poor nub some reprieve. The boy is sobbing, vocalising the duality of pain and pleasure I’m inflicting on him. Kid is a total mess, his swollen cocklet and raw, red pussy sending mixed messages to his brain.
The kid’s legs are shaking somethin’ fierce already, like his body can't decide whether to open up, submit like the cocksleeve he is, or protect what little dignity he has left. I’m not gonna give him the choice. Kid’s break is over. I take up his tiny faggot nuts into my fist, squeezing tightly, tugging them away from his groin. He squeals, toes curling as I grip his sack, leveraging the hold I have over his balls to drag him back onto cock.
I don’t warn him, just push; spearing my fat prick back inside him, breaching his hole in a single thrust. I’ve no more inches to give, hilted to the fucking base. He can’t help but squeeze that warm, bare pussy down around my length, trying in vain to control the speed of this fuck. He either gives up on being quiet or my cock is literally fucking him stupid. He groans and sobs and screams, the sound of slapping skin and squelching cunt echoing off the walls. Pretty sure Mom & Dad will be coming up upstairs before long, kinda hard to ignore the sound of a 10 inch cock splitting your little baby boy open.
I’m rutting into this boy’s hole. Hard. I can only imagine the regret the little fag must be feeling right about now, asking me of all people to take his V. Kid couldn’t have found a rougher fuck if he’d tried. I hear someone padding upstairs and I grin with anticipation, can’t wait for Mommy or Daddy to see me raping their kid’s hole. My vice on the kid’s nuts tightens and I fuck him like an animal, drilling his hole like it’s the last piece of pussy on earth.
Ryan is a blubbering mess on the end of my cock, his legs spread, hands pulling apart his cheeks in complete submission to my aggression. I can see he’s about to cum, his little nub leaking clear fluid and his pussy squeezing rhythmically around my cock, massaging and squeezing the veins up my shaft.
His bedroom door finally creaks open, and who else but dear old Dad peeps his head round the door. He freezes on the spot. Eyes wide and jaw slack as he breathes in the scent of our fuck (like father like son), inhaling the scent of his baby boy getting his pussy trashed. Ryan gasps as he notices Papa in the doorway, shamefully meeting his gaze while his cunt is stuffed with cock. I tug and twist the kids nuts once more and slam my prick home, my own nuts slapping loudly against his ass as I send him over the edge in front of his old man.
He screams as he cums, pussy contracting around my cock as his useless clit flops limply, spasming and dribbling his pathetic load onto his belly. The boy's cunt clenches and releases violently, little fucker is about to make me cum. I’m growling and grunting by the time I start to nut, shooting thick ropes of ballslop into the warm velvet of Ryan’s clutching little hole.
The kid mewls at the sensation of being filled, whining like a bitch in heat as I flood his guts. The clitty between his legs is still to spasming pathetically, weak faggot seed dribbling out his puny cocklet with each contraction of his pussy.
Ryan’s Dad is stood paralysed in the doorway, watching as his kid’s hole is bred for the first time, stone still at the defilement of his boy. I lock eyes with the man, I could tell he wanted to intervene, but we both knew he wasn't going to do shit. I tug my cock free, a fat strand of cum trailing from my cockhead to Ryan’s bruised little pussy. The kid’s hole squelches as my load seeps out his now obscene looking cunt, farting out my nut onto his childhood mattress.
His shrimp-dick Dad finally plucks up the courage to meet my gaze, but not for long. I push two digits into his son’s wrecked little slot, letting fat globs of cum seep onto my fingers before carefully hovering the muck towards his son’s lips. Ryan grimaces as I wave the smelly, steaming cum under his nose, but he caves nonetheless and sucks my fingers in, content to let me spoon-feed him the cunt-slop he's shitting from his hole.
“That’s a good girl.” I coo softly to Ryan, eyes still fixed towards his Father. The brat's old man looks away, down at his feet. Pathetic. I whistle through my teeth, regaining the man’s attention the same way I did his boy. I want him to see this. I press my digits back into his son, feeling that pussy writhe and squirt more lukewarm cum-slop onto my fingers, still overflowing with my chunky load.
Retracting my hand, I hovered another pool of seed over to the kid’s maw. The boy doesn’t hesitate this time, opening his mouth wide, tongue resting on his bottom lip, a faggot wordlessly begging for his next meal. I let it plop and drip stringily onto his tongue, watching him slip his tongue back behind his lips and chew it up before gulping it down.
He finishes his second helping before opening his mouth once again for thirds. Real greedy faggot this one. I offer him my hand, still dripping with his leftovers, letting him suckle my mucky digits clean and lap up stray morsels. Bitch is fucking cum-drunk.
I turn back to Ryan’s father, still frozen, shellshocked, in the doorway. Guy still couldn’t look me in the eye, no wonder his kid is so submissive. Looks like the guy's having nightmares about this already. To be fair, watching your kid getting violently barebacked by a guy twice his age and twice his size must be pretty rough. Seeing your son’s little nub squirting handsfree on the end of a fat, veiny club of cock is also pretty rough. Watching the owner of said cock, rage-fuck a load into your kid’s pussy and then spoon-feed it to them like baby food is about as rough as it gets.
I don’t say anything to him. Just nod to the hallway, dismissing him from his own kid’s room. He takes the hint, turning tail and closing the door behind him. Fucking cuck just gave me the green light to keep raping his child. Father of the year right there. Don't matter, only Daddy that Ryan needs is right here.
Speaking of which, the bitch is out like a light. All tuckered out after his first fuck, and what a fuck it was. I leave him there, half undressed on his sopping mattress; his hole trashed and a painful looking shade of red, raw and swollen. Faggot ain’t gonna sit right for a week. My cock is still messy and sticky from our fuck, covered in cum and his cunt slime. I lift my new rag by the hair, barely stirring from his sleep as I wipe my cock clean on his face.
I stuff my hog back in my pants and zip up, sparing the kid one last glance before flicking the lights off and stomping down the stairs. Loud enough for Papa to cringe and flinch at the noise at least. Leaving through the front door this time, I jump back into my truck and let the kid's house grow smaller in my rear-view mirror.
This wasn't the last time he was gonna see me, no way. Unfortunately for Ryan, I'd taken an interest in him. I was gonna break his pussy and break his mind. Fuck. I was gonna whore this little bitch out, big time. A purebred faggot like this can make bank if you do it right, and I was gonna get my fuckin’ money’s worth.
I could turn Ryan into a rent boy and a pornstar by the end of the week, no problem. But if I was gonna properly turn this kid’s pussy out, I was gonna go nuclear. Real hardcore shit. Real big money.
I had some phone calls to make.
Bill could definitely hook me up with what I had in mind. The little brat could do with some practise and a few “play dates” with Bill’s boys; they were just gonna love Ryan. The whole pack.
Over the next few weeks, I was gonna turn this kid’s house into a fucked up little porn studio. His old man was gonna let me too, no doubt.
That boy better pray he’s not allergic to dog dick.
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By SorbetRutt