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Subject: First Pride First Pride (MMMM/m) adult-youth — Disclaimer: All responsibility is hereby disclaimed. There is some build-up, but I won’t be insulted if you scroll down to where the dicks come out. If you don’t like men somewhat manipulating and talking pretty dirty to a boy this is probably not going to be the story for you. Feedback welcome and ota Donate to Nifty! fty/ — Jaxon was horny. “Horny AF” as his friends would say. The thirteen year old had already jacked off three times that morning — his record so far was five times in a row, after which his four-inch uncut boydick had been red and sore and throbbing; and eight times in a single day, two of which almost involved him being caught, and resulted in him wondering if he would ever shoot (well, dribble) cum again (he did) — but he was already trying to shift his boner, sitting in the backseat of his mom’s car with his best friend. “Now Sadie, I want you to feel free to use the card I gave Jaxon for your own lunch too,” his mom said. “And if either of you run into trouble, you just give me a call.” “Thanks Mrs. Henson, it’s really generous of you.” Sadie said. Sadie had been his best friend since second grade, when a boy had pushed her down and Jaxon had come to her defense. It turned out they liked all the same things: Minecraft, Paw Patrol, Sonic the Hedgehog and swimming. These days their tastes were more refined, and more focused on something else: boys. Sadie hadn’t batted an eye when he told her what he liked, and sat with him when he told his parents and older sister (who were also not surprised). Which is how this whole adventure started. Jaxon’s mom was NOT going to let him go to downtown Pride by himself, even if he was A Teenager Now, and it just so happened that Sadie had a huge crush on the captain of Jaxon’s swim team, who Jaxon thought was kind of a dumb oaf but couldn’t deny the bulge in his speedo. Sadie agreed to go to Gay Pride if Jaxon promised to introduce her to said oaf. Jaxon’s mom dropped them off a couple of blocks from the main portion of the parade, and as soon as she was out of site Jaxon started pulling off his sweater. “Don’t you think you’re going to be kind of cold?” Sadie said. “I can totally see your nipples through that tank top.” “Gay guys LOVE nipples,” Jaxon said assuredly. “And look, they make little points on the rainbow we painted.” Sadie had helped him design his first Pride outfit in her room a few days before. “I can’t believe your mom didn’t ask why you were wearing such baggy pants,” Sadie said as Jaxon started pulling his jeans off over his shoes. “And those shorts…I mean they’re cute but don’t you feel a little, uh, on display?” Jaxon tugged the robins-egg blue short shorts up a little. “Nah, compared to my swimteam briefs these are nothing,” he grinned. “Well I’m not walking all the way back from the science museum if you start to freeze to death,” Sadie said as she stuffed the clothes in her backpack. “You sure you don’t want to just take these with you?” “I CAN’T wear a backpack Sade, it’ll TOTALLY ruin my outfit,” Jaxon rolled his eyes and did a little flip of his fashionably-long black hair. Sadie laughed. “Okay queen, whatever. I do think it looks pretty good overall.” “It looks FABULOUS, like I ALWAYS do,” Jaxon said. Sadie rolled her eyes. “Yeah well, your phone isn’t the only thing that doesn’t fit in those shorts,” she said gesturing to his crotch. Jaxon blushed. “Shut UP I told you I can’t help it!” Sadie laughed again. “I wish Ale popped as many boners as you do, that would make sitting through your swim meets WAY more interesting.” “Whatever,” Jaxon said. “You’re just staring at his ass.” “YOU’RE staring at his ass, gay boy.” Jaxon gasped. “Hate crime!” Then they both dissolved in giggles. “Okay,” Jaxon said, “have fun with your BUGS.” Sadie was going to see an entomology exhibit, which was one interest they definitely did not share. It was so weird to him that if she hadn’t regularly talked about her dreams of Bulgy Swim Captain Alejandro Ruiss he might have thought she was lez. He wasn’t sure whether it would be more fun to have a lesbian best friend or not. But anyway, she wasn’t. He’d read enough of her diary to know that. “Don’t call me if you get child snatched,” Sadie said over her shoulder, “your mom likes me better anyway. And I expect you to have a boyfriend by dinner time, young man!” *** FINALLY. Jaxon liked his friend, but this day was not about her. And yeah he was cold, because this was the skimpiest non-swimming outfit he’d ever worn in public, and the unseasonably cool breeze seemed to be blowing in one armhole and out the other, across his perky nipples — which was NOT helping the situation in his little shorts either. He wished it were sunnier and warmer and more like a beach in Southern California and not the dreary overcast day that it was. But whatever. His first Pride! As Jaxon got closer to the parade route, the crowds of people thickened. There were definitely women (he guessed lesbians) and nonbinary people around, but it was a good two-thirds men. Some were muscle-y models like they had just walked off the set of Top Gun: Maverick. (Jaxon and Sadie’s new favorite movie, displacing Hot Tom Holland Spiderman.) Some were skinny with stylish hair and tight t-shirts, which Jaxon knew enough to know were twinks. He figured he was probably a twink, if you were allowed to be that when you were thirteen. He DID see several guys with even shorter shorts than him, including some that seemed to just be wearing underwear, plus several people in leather and metal outfits that he thought looked uncomfortable. He also saw about 23 different versions of Ru Paul, in various levels of effectiveness. He and Sadie had had several two-person drag races at her house, although last time she had declared him An Ugly Girl and, in a term he had learned from the show, he still felt salty about that. One other thing he saw among all those men: Bulges. He relaxed a little about his little poker that would just not go down, because his was hardly the only, or the most obvious. He walked by two older guys in jean shorts that looked painted on and through which he could tell who was cut and who was uncut. His own boylump responded approvingly to the view. Jaxon realized with all these people, he actually felt a little sorry he hadn’t had Sadie come with him. Well, he’d just have to make friends. He looked around, found a middle-aged guy that looked pretty non-threatening, and walked up to him. “This is my first Pride!” Jaxon said. “Well congratulations, young man! I’m Tyler, and who might you be?” “Jaxon, with an X.” “Well Jaxon-with-an-X, I like your outfit! Did you paint it yourself?” “Me and my friend, yeah,” Jaxon said. “She’s not here though.” “Got rid of your faghag already, huh?” Tyler said with a smirk. “Nooo,” Jaxson said, blushing slightly, “she just had…other things to do.” “Well you certainly seem old enough to do your own thing,” Tyler said. Jaxon swelled a little with pride, which did not go unnoticed by the man. “You know,” Tyler said, “my husband brought us some snacks, and since it’s your first Pride, I think you deserve a present. Do you like chocolate chip cookies?” “Ohmygosh, yes!” Jaxon squealed. “THANK you,” he said as the cookie was presented to him. “Now, before you–” Tyler was cut off as he turned to his name being called from the crowd. Jaxon gave the cookie a bite and thought it was pretty good, although not quite as sweet as he would have liked. Tyler was yelling something back into the crowd, and while he waited Jaxon saw out of the corner of his eye a banner that said “Queer Your Eyes: Get Your Free Makeover”. That sounded cool! He started moving forward and as he did, a surge of people passed between him and Tyler. “So, just take one bite–” Tyler turned back but saw that Jaxon had moved away. “Oh dear…well, hopefully he has a fun trip!” he said to himself as his husband finally emerged from the crowd. *** As he walked over to the makeover booth, Jaxon wolfed down the rest of the cookie, although he had to admit it wasn’t really that great. At least it had been a present, though. “Your truest self, your gayest self, your FABULOUSEST SELF” the man at the booth was saying. He had clothing racks full of outfits and a curtain rigged up as a backdrop, with a fancy-looking camera and big lights hooked up to umbrellas like they used on school picture day. “Step right up folks! Update those Grindr profiles for just ten dollars! Dick pics won’t get you a husband in 2022!” The man’s gaze landed on Jaxon. “Well now! You have quite the celebratory design, I must say!” “Thanks!” Jaxon gushed. “It’s my first Pride!” “Your first Pride! Well that is a celebration!” The man reminded Jaxon of the stage director in that old movie Moulin Rouge. He even had a small mustache that he twirled. “Now, for you, I can give you the First Pride Special! Not, I’m guessing, for Grindr,” he said, sizing up Jaxon’s small stature. “Perhaps for Snapchat?” Jaxon liked him. “Psh, everyone’s on Tiktok now, only GRANDPAS are on Snap.” The man held a hand to his heart. “Ah! Forgive an old fool. Nonetheless, I’d be happy to offer you professionally-produced pictures for just a single dollar.” Jaxon looked down. “Well, I don’t really have a dollar…do you take cards though?” The man brightened. “Indeed I do! We’ll just have to take a short trip back into the store.” He unhooked an elaborate velvet rope like a fancy club would have, and gestured for Jaxon to join him. Jaxon knew the man was basically a stranger, but…it was his first Pride! This was fun! And he was finally starting to feel warm, and strangely comfortable, like he was walking around in a cozy blanket. So he entered the booth, after which the man re-hooked the velvet rope and flipped down a small sign that said “BACK IN FIFTEEN, QUEEN!” “Now, whom do I have the honor of photographing today?” the man asked him as he led Jaxon behind the curtain backdrop. He could see the rear entrance of the booth connected to what was a side entrance of a store. “I’m Jaxon, with an X.” “Just one X?” the man quipped, then winked at him. “My name is Oscar, but most of my friends simply call me the big O,” he said. “Or, when they’re feeling particularly bitchy, The Big Ho.” Jaxon snorted. He really was feeling good all of a sudden! “Sit down on that stool there and I’ll get set up,” O said. As he fiddled with a camera and lights, he said in what he hoped was the most casual tone possible, “So how old are you Jax? Is it OK if I call you Jax?” “Yeah, Jax is fine,” Jaxon said, although he always avoided it at school now because of an incident a few months before that had resulted in kids referring to him as Jax-A-Lot. “And I’m 13.” “Thirteen!” the man said, hoping his glee wasn’t showing. “I would have pegged you for at least sixteen.” Jaxon snorted again. “I’m like five feet tall, there’s no way I would pass for 16,” he said. “Well,” O said, risking it, “perhaps it’s the front of those shorts that was giving me the idea.” Jaxon looked down. Dammit! He was pitching tent again. “Oh uh, I’m sorry,” he said, blushing deeply. “I’m, I mean…I can’t help it sometimes.” “Not a problem young Jax! It’s just one more thing to like about you,” he said as he began to snap pictures. “Did you want me to, uh, like pose or something?” Jaxon said, realizing the photography had started. “Not at all! Just be yourself. I want to get some good representations of your outfit,” O said as he moved in and began taking close-ups. First they were just of Jaxon’s face and chest, but then the boy noticed that the camera kept getting pointed toward his crotch. Jaxon had another problem, which was that he was starting to feel fuzzy. He didn’t know what that meant, and he couldn’t even really explain what the feeling was, it was just….fuzzy. And warm. His whole face and half his body felt really, really warm. Was it that much warmer in this shop than outside? He looked around to see if he could see if the heat was on, and then realized that was ridiculous. You couldn’t “see” heat. Then he realized he was thinking to himself about heat and thought that was a weird thing to think about. Then he realized it was taking him a very long time to realize things, and how long had he been sitting in that position? Had Big O asked him a question? Shit, had he been sitting there silently like an idiot? “I’m fine!” Jaxon blurted out, much to O’s surprise. “Oh, of that we are in agreement my young Jax,” the man said. “Now, I believe I have captured your innovative fashion on film, but I am wondering if you might enjoy having some photos that, as the kids say, will get you ‘hella fans’.” “Uh, like…wait what do you mean?” Jaxon was confused. “Well, I believe some young men refer to them as ‘thirst traps’,” O said, still trying to be delicate. Jaxon looked at him blankly. For a solid 30 seconds. “Sorry, uh…like, I know you asked me something, but…” “Why don’t you take off your shirt, Jax?” “My shirt?” Jaxon looked down, as if seeing the garment for the first time. He WAS quite warm. All of a sudden taking off his shirt sounded like the most luxurious thing possible. But then he looked up with concern. “Won’t that mess up the pictures?” O misunderstood this as reluctance. “Mess up? Oh no my dear boy! I know you are…perhaps new to this..munity, but photos without shirts are some of the most popular types. And, if you’ll look” — he gestured to windows covered in paper — “you’ll see that the store is closed and all the windows are covered, so you need not worry about any, ah, exposure.” Jaxon stared at him for a couple of beats before remembering that he REALLY wanted to take off his shirt. “Is it, uh, okay…” he trailed off as he started to lift up his shirt. He got as far as his armpits and found he couldn’t pull it up any further because his arms were in the way. Stupid arms! “Oh, let me help you young man,” O said, nearly tripping over himself as he reached out to pull off the tank top. When the shirt cleared his wavy black hair, the man stepped back to look. “Yes, this is JUST the look for you I think,” he said, immediately snapping as many photos of the smooth middle-school chest as he possibly could. He started positioning the boy slightly, adjusting his shoulders and placing his arms and hands against his tummy, chest or neck. He pushed one smooth arm up, up, up and then saw the fine dusting of young-teen underarm hairs that excited him so much. He took several pictures of the boy in that position, showing off his budding pubescence through that one armpit exposed. Jaxon just sat there, feeling good and staring off into space. O started feeling like the boy was a doll, a mannequin he could move and position however he liked. And finally, O understood: This kid was high! Now that he was close enough he could look right into the boy’s eyes, and sure enough there was some redness in the whites. Well, he thought, everyone’s gotta win the jackpot eventually, right Oscar? “Hmm,” the man said, pretending to fiddle with something on his camera. “It’s not QUITE showing up correctly. Do you mind if I–” and here he reached out and grazed the boy’s chest, just to test for a reaction. Jaxon remained inert, but smiled innocently. “Yes, ah–” the man had to try to compose himself. “You see, these here–” Oscar rubbed the boy’s left nipple– “they’re not quite showing up on film, and I think if I just–” O pinched Jaxon’s nipple gently, and the boy let out a huge whoosh of air and a big sigh. abidinpaşa escort That spooked the man slightly, as he was still nervous about his luck in casually molesting a seventh grader, but it soon became clear that the kid was not objecting. “Perhaps if I do the same over here–” he said, and got a similar sigh and the barest hint of a whimper, to which O tried his best not to mess his pants over, when he tweaked the boy’s other nipple. “Yes, yes that’s looking much better,” he said, not without truthfulness, as he began photographing the boy’s erect nips. O moved behind the boy to shoot from above his head, looking down his smooth — deliciously smooth — chest and onto some very obviously tented shorts. Given that the boy had been responding so well, O decided to take some more chances and openly slid his hand down across the boy’s chest. Jaxon sighed again and leaned back slightly. His head was now resting against the man’s pelvis, with the boy’s left ear pressing against O’s extremely hard cock. He realized he needed to speed this up. “I think, perhaps, things could look even better,” he said, moving back around to the boy’s front. Jaxon just looked at him, dazed. The boy was vaguely aware of what was happening, that he was getting his picture taken, but mostly he was overwhelmed with a kind of cozy electricity that seemed to be coursing through his body. He was having trouble forming complete thoughts, or even complete sentences, in his mind. He’d begin to think, “I wonder how long I’ve been here,” but halfway through would forget the question he was asking himself and start thinking about how strange the word “here” is. O knelt in front of him. It was now or never. He hoped he remembered to lock the side door on the way in, but if the cops had burst in suddenly O would probably have just let them, so satisfied with this moment. He reached out to the boy’s waistband. “Can you lift up your butt just a tiny bit?” O said. Jaxon only half heard and half-moved, but by pulling and tugging the man was able to work the shorts and undies beneath them under the boy’s ass. He pulled the front of the waistbands down gingerly, and there it was. Four — perhaps four and a quarter — inches of perfectly sculpted boydick. The kid had relatively long foreskin, so even hard, and oh how it was hard!, the deep pink head was invisible behind the pucker of skin. It stuck straight out in front of the boy, pulsing with his little heartbeat, and just above it at the base O could see about ten wispy black hairs having just sprouted. The rest of the boy’s pubis, along with his creamy inner thighs and his small neat scrotum, were completely smooth. Somehow, O remembered to snap a few pictures. He was a boylover, but he was a businessman too, and he knew he could make some serious cash off this photoset. Then he set down the camera, and leaned in. Jaxon was looking up at the ceiling at the time, noticing how the beams running across the room made a pattern where they intersected with the lights. All of a sudden, he felt that cozy electricity, but turned up to 10, radiating up his body from his crotch. His body felt warm, almost feverish, but he realized it was his dick that was on fire. Jaxon looked down, and all he could see was curly brown hair. It reminded him of Ale’s hair. Ale really was pretty cute. He understood why Sadie liked him. And he did have a big dick. Jaxon had never told her, but he’d checked it out when they were in the showers once. Yeah, it was a nice dick. Wait…his dick felt great. Like, better than usual great. He looked down again and saw things moving, but it was hard for him to piece together the puzzle of body parts he saw. Meanwhile, The Big Ho had died and gone to heaven. He had his hands cupped around the boy’s ass, which the boy was basically sitting on, and he had used his thumbs to keep the boy’s smooth teenage thighs spread open. And he was going tip-to-base over and over on the boy’s dick, marveling at how little it even filled his mouth. O loved dick, and based on his nightly fantasies he knew he liked teenage dick, but he had never quite understood how deeply, how richly he craved barely-pubescent dick. The boy was too young to make much precum, of course, but that just meant O got to taste his fresh skin. He worked his tongue into the boy’s foreskin and pushed around, which generated new whimpers from the kid. God, he wanted those whimpers playing in his grave on repeat when he died. The whimpers were increasing, and O knew what that meant. He sped up his tongue action, and that was enough. Jaxon gave another whimper and a big whoosh and then O tasted it: Fresh 13-year-old boycream. Watery but smooth, sexual but sweet, erupting from adolescent testicles that had just begun their life’s work. O was moaning too, the tip of his nose swishing around in the boy’s wispy pubes. The man realized the way he was kneeling, the boy’s legs were just in front of him, so he did what his instinct guided him to do and pushed his pants-clad erection against those teenage shins. As the boy’s whimpers slowly died out, O gave a load moan with his mouth still full of boydick and flooded his dress pants with a load of jizz. Immediately he could feel it soaking through, and it thrilled him to know that some of the wetness was being pressed against the boy’s skin. Shakily, O stood up. He looked around and found his camera, picked it up too and snapped some more pics of the boy, his head and shoulders thrown back in near-catatonic state, his legs splayed apart across the stool, his crotch glisteningly moist from the man’s saliva, his foreskin now slightly puffy and pink and showing a peek of the head. “You should…you should, phew, you should go,” O said to the boy, who started to come to like he had been in a dream. He didn’t seem surprised that he had been sitting naked as he stood up. The man pointed to his shirt that was laying on the floor. “There’s your shirt,” O said, as the boy helpfully, slowly, bent over and put his pink little boypussy on display. O snapped several more shots. “Hand me your phone and I’ll text you your pictures,” he said to Jaxon. Still dazedly pulling on his clothes, the boy handed him the device. O had to remind him to unlock it first. With the phone in his hand, the man texted his own number so he’d have Jaxon’s. Then, with the boy still moving at the speed of molasses, he checked several other apps and memorized the kid’s social media accounts. Finally, he opened the boy’s photo gallery in the hopes of finding some random naked selfies, but was disappointed. Kid must be hiding them from his mom. Shame. At least he had his own new album of what he was going to call “Jax Relaxed”. He handed back the phone. O’s own pants were an incriminating disaster, so once the boy had his clothes on he quickly scooted Jaxon out the door, locking it behind him. The boy turned around and knocked on the glass. O’s heart dropped — was this it? Had it all been an act? Was the kid going to the police? No matter, O had finally gotten what he’d wanted since his early 20s! But no. “Don’t I owe…don’t I like owe you, like a dollar?” Jaxon said. O smiled sweetly. “Consider it a gift for your first Pride,” he said. And retreated into the store. *** Jaxon wandered in a daze. He wasn’t sure if he was sick or what. He felt like maybe he had a fever? And he seemed to be getting really confused. He hoped he wasn’t acting like a total dumbass. At least the photographer hadn’t complained, and he seemed nice. Wait, wasn’t he supposed to pay him? Shit, that would be perfect if Jaxon got the cops called on him his very first Pride for stealing! Well, the man was nice and he didn’t seem like the kind of person who would call the police. So hopefully he was OK. Jaxon realized with sudden alarm that he needed to pee. Like, really REALLY needed to pee. Wait, his underwear felt a little damp…had he pissed himself? No…no, maybe it was just sweat. At least his boner had finally gone away. Man, when had he last jerked off? It seemed like recently, but he couldn’t remember anything since the shower that morning when the soap on his finger had stung in his butt. Okay, right, he needed to pee. These things have port-a-potties right? He looked down the block as he came back out onto the main street. There were a lot of people, but he could see a little ways away some big plastic things that looked like they might be bathrooms. He dodged enough people that he had almost made it when his ass vibrated. Oh, his PHONE. He pulled it out and looked. It was his mom. Shit, if she knew he was sick she would come get him right away and make him stay in bed for a week. NOT happening. OK Jaxon, get your shit together and sound normal. “Hi mom!” “Hi sweetie, I was just checking on you. Are you and Sadie having fun?” “SHIT,” Jaxon thought. “Sadie! What if she asks where she is? Wait, mom can’t see me right now, she doesn’t know that Sadie isn’t here. But what if she wants to talk to her? Shit! Wait, how long has it been since I said something?” “Jaxon, are you there?” “Oh, yeah mom, sorry, it’s like, really hard to hear you it’s so loud here, Sadie was here but she went away, I mean she went over there, like to the bathroom, because she had to pee like REALLY REALLY had to pee and she couldn’t wait, I’m sorry mom but everything is great, it’s like so great.” “Oh, well…okay. Are you sure everything is all right? Are you two remembering to drink water? Did you get some lunch?” “Yeah mom it’s great it’s like FUN here but it’s so hard to hear you but you’re okay, I mean I’m okay but I have to go, we really have to pee now, I mean Sadie is, okay?” “That’s fine dear, I think you’re breaking up too so it must be loud there, I’m glad you’re having fun. Give me a call if anything comes up!” “Thanks, you’re welcome!” Jaxon said and hung up. That went pretty well, he was fine. “Okay, GOTTA TAKE A PISS.” He looked around. Just then he remembered some show he and Sadie had watched from England, where they kept saying piss and take a piss but they never seemed to be, and then they figured out that it meant getting drunk or pulling a prank, or maybe pulling a drunk prank? They couldn’t figure it out but the main guy in it had been pretty hot and Jaxon had looked up shirtless pics of him online and jerked off for a week staring in his eyes. “Shit, gonna pee my pants,” he said, and some guy turned around and looked at him. Had he said that out loud? Jaxon ignored him and ran toward the big-plastic-blocky thing. It turned out that it was a bathroom, but not the standard port-a-potty type. Owing perhaps to the expectation that there would be a huge need for urinals at the event, organizers had created a large makeshift restroom in a truck trailer. When Jaxon went in, he saw that there were plastic foot-pedal sinks on one side, and on the other was just one long trough. Like, a big open trough. With probably 10 different guys pissing into. Jaxon wasn’t generally all that shy, but this felt pretty intimidating, especially since most of the guys were at least twice his age. But by then he couldn’t hold it any longer, so he walked up to a relatively-free area, hooked his shorts and undies under his ballsac and pulled back his foreskin to aim. Oh sweet Jesus. Yes. Was there anything better than finally peeing? No there was not. Jaxon realized that he had closed his eyes and probably looked like a freak, so he opened them again and started down at his dick, which was still in the process of emptying his bladder. Out of the corner of his eyes he could see other streams hitting the trough. Of course he was thinking to himself what a small head movement could get him in terms of the number of dicks he could see. And he certainly had done that at school, once getting smacked in the face for it. But here he was basically pissing in public, and surrounded by a bunch of adult men. If he tried to look at someone’s dick getting the shit beat out of him was probably the best outcome he could hope for, because he could also get arrested and sent to jail. Jaxon was gay and dick-hungry but he also had access to the Internet. He could go look at guy’s dicks anytime. His dick was still peeing. Was this normal? Jaxon felt the slight heat of a person standing next to him, and saw a stream hit the trough inches away from his own. It was a big, loud stream of piss. He couldn’t help it. He glanced. SHIT. That was a thick cock. I mean the guy wasn’t hard, but still just looking at the head– “Don’t cross the streams!” “Wh–what?” Jaxon said. He had been caught! “Sorry, old joke. No worries kid,” the man said. Jaxon felt the air change and the man left. Finally empty, Jaxon pulled things back into place, flicked his fingers under water at the sink and walked out. He hadn’t gotten half a block when a guy walked up to him. “It’s from a movie,” the guy said. “Uh, what?” Jaxon was feeling a lot less fuzzy now, but still a little confused. “‘Don’t cross the streams.’ It’s from a movie.” “Oh, you’re–OH,” Jaxon said, and his eyes immediately went to the man’s crotch, completely unintentionally. The man chuckled. “Yeah, from the bathroom. You know,” he said, “I saw you look.” Jaxon looked up a the man’s face, horrified, but the man just winked at him. This was actually the first time Jaxon had looked at the man’s face — until that moment he’d only seen his crotch, and before that the tip of his cock. “I, uh, like…I’m, I’m sorry,” Jaxon said, and all of a sudden he felt very scared, and alone, and he couldn’t help it but his eyes started to water. “Hey, hey, it’s okay!” the man said, and stepped close to Jaxon. “It’s not a big deal, really. All guys do it. Even straight guys,” he said. He put his arm around Jaxon. “I’m Trevor, what’s your name?” “J–Jaxon, with an X.” “Well that’s a great name.” “Th–thanks. Look I’m really sorry,” Jaxon said, noticing how the man’s arm felt around his shoulders. “Jaxon, if I’m being honest, I looked too,” Trevor said. “You looked…you looked too, at, like at what?” “At yours.” The man dropped his arm, and Jaxon felt a little bad. “My wha–OH!” “It looked pretty big for your age. What are you, like 12?” “Thirteen!” Jaxon said, a little indignant. Then, whispering. “You really think so?” “Bigger than I was, for sure.” “It wasn’t bigger than YOU,” Jaxon started. Trevor chuckled. “Bigger than I WAS, I said.” Jaxon blushed. “Oh. Yeah.” “Hey I was on my way to my car to grab some water bottles, you wanna walk with me?” “S–sure, okay,” Jaxon said. He looked up at the man and realized that he was actually kind of hot. Then he remembered something. “This is my first Pride!” “Oh damn dude! That’s cool as shit!” Trevor said. Jaxon liked how he just casually cursed, which Jaxon pretty much only did inside his own head. “Yeah, it seems pretty…pretty cool,” Jaxon said. “I remember my first time, but it wasn’t until I was in high school,” Trevor said. “I went a bunch in college for, you know, obvious reasons” — he winked at Jaxon, who wasn’t sure why — “but I haven’t been for a few years. It’s fun to be back.” “How, uh…is it okay to ask how old you are?” “Shit yeah, Jaxon you can ask me whatever you want, okay?” Trevor winked at him again. Jaxon DID understand that wink a little. “I’m 26.” “So…two times my age exactly.” Trevor laughed loudly. “Well fuck Jaxon, way to make me feel old. Yes, I’m TWICE as old as your skinny ass.” “S–sorry,” Jaxon said, but then added, “you look pretty good for an old man” and grinned. adana escort Trevor laughed even louder, put his hand on Jaxon’s shoulder and squeezed it. “Now THAT’S the best pickup line I’ve heard all day!” Jaxon’s face went from shiteating grin to embarrassed almost instantly. “Oh, I didn’t mean–” “Naw man,” Trevor said, squeezing his shoulder again. “I didn’t say I MINDED it.” And a wink. Jaxon realized he was starting to feel fluttery every time Trevor winked. They rounded the corner and walked up to a red SUV. Trevor pulled out some keys and clicked it unlocked. He pulled open the back door and gestured Jaxon inside. The boy didn’t hesitate. On the floor was a small cooler. Trevor climbed in after him, shut the door, and popped the cooler open. Jaxon saw three water bottles and four cans of beer. “Can I be honest with you, Jaxon?” Trevor said, looking at him meaningfully. Jaxon gulped, then tried to act cooler and nodded. “They don’t let you walk around out there with one of these,” he said, pulling out a beer, “and that’s really what I was coming for, not the water.” “Oh. Cool,” Jaxon said, not sure what else to say. “You mind if I knock one of these back real quick?” “N-no, of course not,” Jaxon said. “Cool. You wanna join me?” “Oh, uh, I mean…I’ve never, like–” “That’s fine, that’s fine, I know you’re still young dude, maybe beer is just an older thing, you know?” Trevor winked. Jaxon could feel the very tip of his foreskin tingle. “You know, like for old men,” he smiled. “Nah, I mean, I’ve been meaning to try it actually,” Jaxon said, trying to sound cool. “Sweet well this isn’t anything crazy, so tell me what you think,” Trevor said as he opened both cans, handing one to Jaxon. “Cheers dude” “Cheers,” Jaxon said, and Trevor bumped his can against his own. He watched the man take a big swig, and did the same. Coughing and sputtering, he squeaked out, “oh it tastes weird.” Trevor laughed and squeezed his shoulder. “Yeah that’s what HE said,” and deployed the wink. “But yeah, beer tastes like shit, especially this beer, but you get used to it.” Jaxon took another sip. Not as bad. He noticed Trevor didn’t move his hand, keeping it rested on his shoulder. “So I know this is your first Pride,” Trevor said. “Did you catch the kissing booth?” “The — oh, no I didn’t see that.” Jaxon drank. “You should definitely check it out. The thing is it’s random and you don’t know who you’re gonna get until you get up there and they spin the wheel. You might get a hot stud, you might get a fat old queen, you might get a Dolly Parton. So you gotta go a few times really, to get the full experience.” Jaxon gulped down some more. “Dolly — oh you mean like, oh okay. And they just kiss anyone?” Trevor laughed, and slid his arm from Jaxon’s shoulder, along the back of his neck, to his other shoulder, and squeezed that one. “Well, you might have to try to convince them you’re 18, or at least 16, they probably don’t wanna get on the news.” Jaxon sipped some more. “But like, do they tell you if you’re good at it?” “Oh you mean like do they rate you as a kisser? Nah, they want your tips kid, they’re not gonna insult you,” Trevor said. “Plus, I bet you’re great at making out.” Jaxon took a big swallow. “I’ve never really, like, I mean–” “Oh, yeah, of course, sorry I forgot that you’re only thirteen.” “I mean I know HOW,” Jaxon said, mildly outraged. “Well, I’m guessing considering you have a smartphone you know quite a bit about HOW lots of things work,” Trevor said. And winked. Fuck. Fuckity fuck. Jaxon knew it was only a matter of time, and here it was, his boner was back. He blamed it on Trevor’s winks. And the little creases around his mouth. And the stubble along his jaw. And how his arms looked strong…fuck. “Um…” Jaxon said. And stupidly looked down. “Well that makes two of us,” Trevor said, motioning his chin toward Jaxon’s tent, and winking all the way. Jaxon assumed that meant he had a boner too. Which was hot. Hot AF. Jaxon’s tummy did a little flutter. “So you think you know all there is to know about kissing?” Trevor said. “Well, uh, I mean…no, since I haven’t technically done it.” “Want to do it? Technically, I mean.” “Um…well yeah, I, yes I guess so.” He way more than guessed so. That was all the permission Trevor needed. Jaxon felt him holding his shoulder in place while the man leaned over him. And put his mouth. On his mouth. Oh shit. Soon Jaxon felt Trevor pushing his tongue into his mouth. He wasn’t sure what to do, so he just sort of moved his tongue around a little, mashing them together. Then, as if by instinct, he started sucking on Trevor’s tongue like it was a lollipop. And BOY did Trevor like that, Jaxon could tell. He pushed his tongue in harder, leaned his whole body into the boy, and for a second Jaxon was worried they would be caught before squinting open his eyes and realizing how tinted the SUV’s windows were. So they kissed. And Jaxon’s boner raged. If he hadn’t been baked out of his fucking gourd earlier that day he wouldn’t have thought the thought: His mouth feels better than anything that’s ever touched me. And then something else touched Jaxon, right between his legs. Truthfully he had been instinctively thrusting his tented crotch up into empty space, and Trevor’s hand just moved into that spot. But then Trevor started pressing, rubbing and tugging Jaxon’s boner through his shorts. Jaxon started to whimper into Trevor’s mouth. Trevor broke the kiss. “Damn Jaxon, you have a HOT fucking mouth,” he said. “Th-thanks,” Jaxon said, completely overwhelmed. Oh shit, Trevor’s hand was still rubbing his crotch! “Hell yeah, I love your whole fucking body Jaxon,” Trevor said and then pushed his other hand straight up the boy’s shirt. Jaxon got his nipples tweaked for the second time that day, although he didn’t realize it, and it caused him to whimper. “Such hot fucking sounds boys your age make,” Trevor said. He moved in close again and started making out, his hands on two different parts of Jaxon’s body, his stubble scraping across his face and his tongue fucking its way into the boy’s mouth. Trevor was really enjoying the boy’s body. He’d originally spied him in the crowd, on the phone, and followed him into the bathroom with the hopes of getting in the kid’s pants. Speaking of which, Trevor thought, and pushed his right hand down under Jaxon’s waistband. Fuck yes. Stiff, smooth boydick. He stopped kissing the boy for a second so he could get a better look. Jaxon’s face and neck were flushed, but it was his boyboner Trevor was staring at. He worked the silky-smooth little nail up and down, pulling back the foreskin to expose the head. “What grade are you in, Jaxon?” Trevor asked huskily. Jaxon thought it was a weird question at that moment, but he would do anything to keep his boner in the man’s hand, a.k.a. the only hand besides his own that had ever touched it. “S-seventh,” Jaxon said. “Mmm, my favorite fucking grade,” Trevor growled. “Hey, you wanna see what a man’s cock looks like in person? It’s better than Pornhub, I promise.” “I, uh, um–yeah, okay.” But Trevor hadn’t really waited for a response, because loved exposing his adult cock to underage teens. He undid his jean snaps and yanked them down along with his boxerbriefs, and his thick cock sprang out. “Look at that,” Trevor said, but Jaxon didn’t need the encouragement. He was staring. It really WAS thick, and of course he had seen porn, but to know it was just inches from him, an actual erect man’s penis, he– “Here, go ahead and feel it,” Trevor said, grabbing Jaxon’s hand and pressing it against his cock. Jaxon was shocked, but so, so excited. It was hard. Thick. He could feel the wiry pubes against his knuckles as Trevor moved his hand up and down. And because Trevor was cut (Jaxon knew all about the difference, spending a very sweaty afternoon just after he turned 12 researching it) his engorged cockhead was on full display, and it was wet from pearls of precum forming at the slit. Which Trevor further guided Jaxon’s hand over and through, smearing the clear pre on the boy’s hand, and then having him stroke it back down on his cock. “God DAMN boy, you are one hot little twinklet,” Trevor said. “I’d really like to kiss your other lips too, you know.” “Wh-what other–I only have one pair of lips!” Jaxon said. Was his confusion coming back? Trevor grinned. “See, there are still things an old man can teach you,” he said. “Turn over.” “Turn…turn over?” “Yeah, so your knees are on the seat and you’re looking toward that window.” “Oh, so like, like a dog,” Jaxon said, realizing as he said it what the implication was. He blushed harder, but Trevor wasn’t paying any attention to that part of the boy’s body. “Just like a dog,” Trevor answered, helping get the boy in position. He pulled down Jaxon’s tiny shorts and kid underwear to about mid-thigh. The most perfect middle-school boypussy shone back at him. Trevor used his thumbs to gently prize it open. The boy’s fuckhole wasn’t larger than a dime, smooth as silk and pink as a ripe berry. Jaxon felt weird. He knew about “butt stuff” of course, and he wasn’t confused why a gay guy might like the look of his butt. Except that the man didn’t seem to be getting ready to penetrate him, which was good because Jaxon wasn’t ready for that! The guy was just…looking at his butt. And sort of holding his cheeks open. Trevor dove in. And Jaxon gasped. He felt the man’s tongue push against his little pucker, swirling around the outside, licking it like it was candy. But it was his butthole! Yes okay, gay guys liked having sex with butts, but still, LICKING it? Jaxon was trying to understand it, but he was also melting into a little puddle because it was feeling so good. He realized he was making those whimpering sounds again. Trevor was loving it. He pulled the boy’s fuckchute open a little further and pushed his tongue in hard until it popped inside. Jaxon squealed. “Mmm, you like that boy?” Trevor said, taking a short break. “Y-yeah,” Jaxon said, nearly unable to speak. “I can tell,” Trevor laughed. “Such a natural bottom, mmm,” and swiped his tongue over the boy’s hole. Jaxon could feel his stubble scrape a little and thought about the fact what had recently been on his face’s cheek was now against his ass’s cheek. Trevor kept licking but started asking the boy questions. “So do you like older guys Jaxon? Am I still too old for you?” “Mmph, n-no,” Jaxon sighed. Trevor lightly tapped the outside of the 13-year old boycunt in front of him as he licked his way down the kid’s perineum and smooth nutsack. “You know what it’s called when a man my age likes a boy your age, right Jaxon?” “N-nuh-I, I dunno,” Jaxon said. What was he asking? “What do they call a man who likes to have sex with boys Jaxon?” “Like, uh…oh, like, it’s like illegal you mean?” “Yes, it is,” Trevor said, pushing the flat of his tongue back against Jaxon’s boypussy. “What I’m doing to you is illegal. In fact technically, Jaxon” — he swirled his tongue around, causing the boy to moan — “technically Jaxon, I’m raping you.” Trevor’s cock lurched at the fact he was telling this to the boy. “O-oh,” Jaxon said. “I m-mean, it’s, like, it’s okay I, I-uh, don’t mind.” Trevor chuckled against the boy’s ass. “Oh I know you don’t mind Jaxon. You don’t mind that a man’s raping you, do you?” “N-nah-ahh, no.” “But there’s something else that they call men who like to have sex with boys, Jaxon. Do you know what that is?” “Unh, uh, y-yeah, I think so.” “What? What’s a man who likes to rape boys called Jaxon?” “I, uh–ah!–mean, it’s not, not–” “It’s okay Jaxon, I want to hear you say it. What’s it called?” “A, uh, well like–a pedo.” “That’s right, it’s called a pedo,” Trevor said as he rubbed the edge of the sphincter of a thirteen year old boy with his thumbs. “Technically you’re being raped by a pedophile, Jaxon. Isn’t that wild?” “Y-yeah, I, I guess” Jaxon said. “Mmm, lemme hear you say it, boy.” Trevor pushed the tip of his tongue back into the boy’s soon-to-be cocksheath. “I, UH!, um, I’m being, ah–I’m being r-raped, by, by, by a pedo,” Jaxon squeaked out. “Fuuuuuck yes you are little boy,” Trevor said. He couldn’t wait to plow this kid. He had gotten head from 13 year olds, and fucked several 14 year olds, but this would be the first 13 year old boycunt spread open by his pedo cock. Trevor very much enjoyed giving his pedo cock what it deserved. He began to move his body up on top of the boy, getting in position. But before he could get settled, and before Jaxon had really understood what was about to happen to him, a phone started ringing. “Shit, hold on,” Trevor said. The boy stayed there, ass up, moist fuckhole cooling in the air, as the man dug his phone out of his pants. “Yeah, I’m–yeah…yeah, I know but…okay…I said I’d be home at…yeah I know–what? No, I’m not cheating on you. Jesus Brad.” Trevor reached over and lightly smacked Jaxon on his smooth creamy backside. “It’s just Pride, just because you’re uptight about–okay…OKAY, fine…yes, I understand. No, I won’t scratch up your precious car. Jesus.” He hung up the phone. “Fuck. Well listen Jaxon, I uh, have really liked hanging out with you, but I sorta gotta go.” “Oh,” Jaxon said, twisting back around and sitting down. The disappointment was evident in his voice, although of course he hadn’t really known what the man was about to do. “Listen, I’d really like to see you again, can I get your number?” “Oh, yeah,” Jaxon said and gave it to him. “Can I have yours too?” “Well, see, I might get in a little trouble if you texted, so it’s better if I just contact you, OK?” “Oh, okay…” “I promise I’m not blowing you off little dude, I’ll call you in the next couple of days, I swear all right? You’re one hot little fucker, I’m not gonna abandon you. After all,” Trevor said with a wink, “we gotta finish what we started!” Jaxon smiled, and the wink still made his boydick jump. “Yeah,” he said. “Okay!” *** As Jaxon walked back toward the crowd, he wasn’t sure what to do. Trevor licking his…his HOLE, he still couldn’t believe it, but it had made the boy hornier than he had ever been. It wasn’t just that he had a boner — which he DID, as probably satellites from space could tell. But the licking back there had…had awoken something in him, like deep inside him, maybe not even a physical place in his body, just a…NEED. Somehow Jaxon knew that even if he found a private place to jerk off, he wouldn’t fill that need. He thought back to when he used his finger in the shower. Was that…was that what Trevor meant when he said he was a “natural bottom”? He had watched enough porn to know what top and bottom meant, but he had truthfully never put a lot of thought into “which” he might be. He didn’t think he wanted to try full sex yet; most of his dreams (and there were many) involved oral sex — giving, receiving or both. He often licked the watery cream from his fingers and imagined it was someone else’s, shooting right from his dick. Now he was probably going to be thinking about Trevor’s dick. A LOT. His ass buzzed again. This time it was Sadie. “Hey bitch, ya got AIDS yet?” “I don’t think you’re allowed to say that unless you’re gay” Jaxon retorted. “You’re gay for the both of us. Anyway I’m hungry. Did you eat anything yet?” Suddenly, Jaxon thought about the fact that the man had put Jaxon’s hand into his precum. (Yes, the boy was fully aware of that substance, even if he couldn’t personally make any yet.) He brought his fingers to adıyaman escort his lips. He tasted. Salt. And something…else. Was this what dick tasted like? He had wondered, so many times. “Yo, earth to Jax, did you eat?” “Oh, uh, not really, sorry.” “Well are you hungry? Because I have your mom’s card so if you want something, you’ll have to come here.” Jaxon felt his left back pocket. He’d thought that he had the card. Good thing that first guy didn’t ask for anything for taking his picture after all! “I’m not really, I mean I’m okay without lunch for now.” “You’re not starving yourself again, are you?” Yeah that had been a thing. Though really the whole thing started because of Sadie, when some kid called her fat, and then Jaxon started getting nervous about his own body despite his 110-pound frame, and– “Hel-LOOO, would you stop staring at guys’ dicks long enough to answer?” “I’m NOT, shut up you bitch,” Jaxon said. “I’m fine. You can use the card to buy food, okay?” Sadie sighed. “Okay but, are you like really okay? You sound kind of annoyed.” “At YOU.” “Why are you annoyed at me? Are you on the bone again?” Jaxon and Sadie had come up with this term to reference being “on the rag” (which they both thought was hilarious) and apply it to his frequent erections. “It’s Pride Sadie,” he said, then waited a beat. “So yes.” She laughed. “Okay well don’t let your mom blame me if you waste away from lack of food,” she said. “I’ll eat SOMEthing, okay Sadie?” She snorted. “Should I be concerned about what that THING might be?” “NO.” “Okay okay. Just don’t run away with any gays and make me wade into Bone Town after you.” “You would love Bone Town, it’s really lovely,” Jaxon laughed. “Oh my god,” she said. “There are fat bones and skinny bones, tall bones and short bones, all the bones you could need here in Bone Town!” he said with a showman’s expression. “HANGING UP NOW!” Jaxon looked around. Actually he WAS hungry, and now he knew he was broke too. And…Jaxon thought for a moment…yep, still horny. Broke, hungry and horny. Isn’t that how strippers start? “Jaxon with an X!” Jaxon turned. It was the man from this morning! Who had given him the cookie! Well that was damn good timing, Jaxon thought. “Hi, uh…I’m sorry I forgot your name,” he said sheepishly. “Oh that’s okay! I’m Tyler, and this,” he said gesturing to a man beside him, “is my better half, sometimes known as Will.” “This is the kid you were talking about? Dude, he’s like 10!” “THIRTEEN!” Jax and Tyler said almost at the same time. Will acted mock-overwhelmed, and put up his hands. “Okay, okay! Sorry. But, uh,” he turned to Tyler. “You gave him a WHOLE cookie?” “Oh shit, I mean shoot, guys do you have any more cookies? I’m friggin’ STARVING,” Jaxon said. Letting a curse slip must have been because of Trevor. Tyler looked at Will. “What? He ASKED for it.” “Comma, officer,” Will said, smirking. Tyler rolled his eyes and looked back at Jaxon. “We just live a couple blocks over. If you want, we can get some more cookies.” “That would be FANTABULOUS,” Jaxon said. *** The apartment building wasn’t incredibly tall, but it did have an elevator, which Jaxon thought was a cool thing to get to ride home every day. He heard them talking behind him, not whispering exactly but discussing quietly. “You really think he’ll be okay?” “Dude he’s okay NOW, and I spent like two hours trying to find him again!” “Yeah but what if he says–” “Then, we, you know. Like last time.” “He wasn’t sober.” “Well, gimme a minute…” Jaxon turned around. “Were you really looking for me for two hours?” he asked Tyler. “Oh, well,” the man said, “I really wanted to introduce my husband to you, because you were just so charming. And, of course,” he gestured with his arm, “your outfit!” “You like it?” “It’s a very good outfit,” Will smiled. “I’m sure you were turning lots of heads.” “Did you say ‘turning’ or ‘getting’?” Tyler stage-whispered. Will slapped him on the arm playfully. The elevator dinged and Jaxon turned around and stepped out. “It’s just this way,” Tyler said, and Jaxon felt the man put his hand on his butt and guide him down the corridor. Jaxon could feel himself blushing. “Our humble abode,” Will said, as they entered. “You want some milk?” Tyler asked, walking into a kitchen. “Don’t–” Will looked at him sternly. “Just milk!” Tyler said, then turned back to Jaxon. “So?” “Milk and cookies?” Jaxon said hopefully. Tyler laughed. “Milk and cookies!” he said. Will walked into a living room and Jaxon followed. When the man sat on the couch, Jaxon proceeded to the one easy chair and perched on the arm. But Will wasn’t having that. “Come sit over here Jaxon,” Will said. “Tell me about yourself.” Jaxon moved over, sitting a polite distance from the man. “Well, it’s my first Pride,” he said. “Tyler told me! Such an honor to be with you on this special day.” “That’s right!” Tyler said, walking in from the kitchen with a glass and a tray of cookies. “Losing your Pride cherry is the highlight of every gay man’s life.” Will rolled his eyes. Jaxon blushed. “So you two are like, really married?” Jaxon asked as he picked up the first cookie. “Really really,” Will said. “That’s so cool,” Jaxon said, spilling a few crumbs. “I don’t even think there are any other gay guys at my school.” “Well, you’d be surprised,” Tyler said. “But yeah, Will and I met in college, and discovered we had…all the same interests. And here we are 20 years later.” “Wait so that makes you…like you’re 40 something?” “Forty something, let’s leave it at that” Tyler smiled. “But Will here is a year older than me.” “A year wiser.” “A year grayer.” “Cunt!” “Je-SUS,” Tyler said. “Will tends to escalate things quickly,” he said to Jaxon. “It’s okay,” Jaxon laughed. “I think you two are cute.” They both liked hearing that. “Cute like a puppy dog cute, or cute like Timothee Chalamet’s ass cute?” Will asked. “I…haven’t seen his ass” Jaxon said, blushing. “What? Call Me By Your Name? It’s the new queer classic!” Tyler cried. “I heard about it, but I dunno I never…like…I mean,” Jaxon was flustered. “You don’t think Timo is cute? What about Armie Hammer?” “It’s like…okay, if I wanna see a cute guy, or like a cute guy’s ASS, then…” “You go to Pornhub,” Will said matter-of-factly. “Well, Gay Boys Tube, but yeah,” Jaxon said. Was he blushing again? Will turned to Tyler. “Do we know about that one?” “Yeah. Remember Aaron? We had him and his…son over a few months ago?” “Oh yes, THAT porny B.L. charade,” Will responded. Jaxon felt his face definitely getting hot again. “Well, anyway, he’s got a great little peach of a butt,” Tyler said. “T.C. I mean. Even if he wasn’t actually seventeen.” Will sighed. “They never are, are they?” Jaxon started to eat another cookie. “Who aren’t?” “Oh,” Will said. “The cute ones. Present company excepted, though. Since thirteen is definitively better than seventeen.” “I wish I was seventeen,” Jaxon said. Tyler gasped dramatically as Will quipped “You take that back!” Tyler looked at Jaxon. “You are JUST the right age my boy,” he said. “Now, how’re those snacks treating you.” He reached out and slid the back of two fingers against Jaxon’s cheek. “They’re…they’re good, I mean I–” Then Jaxon felt Will moving closer to him, and the other man was soon stroking his cheek as well. “Sweet little morsels, aren’t they?” Will asked. “I, uh, yeah–” Jaxon’s body was getting that electric-fuzz feeling again. It felt good, but also…he felt Tyler’s hand on his head, turning the boy’s face back toward him. “What perfect strawberry lips,” Tyler said, looking at him. “Do they taste like strawberry?” Will asked, somewhere behind him. “Let’s find out,” Tyler said. And before Jaxon fully comprehended it, the man was kissing him. The second man to kiss him that day. It felt…good. Fuzzy. Warm. He felt Will behind him, moving his body right up against him. He felt something hard against his side. Knew what it was. Knew what was happening. But was also floating, above, somewhere. He felt Tyler’s hand in his lap. On his dick. He was so horny. He was so happy. Jaxon’s shirt was being pulled off. His clothes had come on and off so much and…now he felt his shorts getting pulled down. And his underwear. And now he was being carried. Was he flying? Was he floating? He landed with a thump on something soft but firm. A bed. Oh, he was tired, but cozy. How was he so warm even though he was naked? He’d never been naked in front of another adult, not fully naked, he could feel even his socks were off, and there were TWO adults there. Two men. Men. Cocks. Two cocks. Shit, he was horny. Could they tell? Could they see his boner? Then he felt something hot on his boner and realized what it was. From somewhere up in the clouds, the thought came down to him that he had felt this before. But…someone was sucking his dick. He was getting a blowjob! And…not his first? He could hear people talking. “Just look at this perfect little boydick.” “Oh those tiny hairs, I gotta lick them.” “Is there anything better than a middle school boy in your bed?” It was like the voices were coming from across an ocean. Then some shuffling. His head was a giant puffy ball, floating in space. There were flashes, out there some where, that reminded him of flashes that he’d seen earlier in the day, somewhere in a haze. Then more shuffling. All of a sudden there was something in the boy’s orbit, there up in space with his head. He looked at it. It was a cock. A pretty big cock. It must be a man’s cock. It was like it was from porn and– Jaxon’s mouth was full. Oh, it was the cock. He felt a hand on his head, keeping his mouth and the cock in the same place. Shit, was he sucking on a cock? Is this what cocksucking was? “Fuck yes, take my dick you little cocksucker” he heard from overhead. So it just be. Jaxon was officially a cocksucker. He thought that was kind of cool. But then the cock kept going. Back into his mouth. Into his throat. It felt like into his tummy! He choked. Shit, he was bad at this! “Fuck yeah, choke on my cock you little faggot!” Well, maybe choking wasn’t so bad but– “Take that pedo cock boy! Take it down your fucking throat!” Pedo! He remembered that from before. Of course he knew what it was. But he’d heard it just a couple of hours ago, somewhere. Was pedo cock bigger than normal cock? This cock seemed to be huge. He choked again. He could feel his eyes watering and his nose running. “He’s such a little fucking slut! I told you he would be. I told you he was the perfect fucking faglet. Look at him throating my cock!” Then Jaxon heard more talking, but behind him. “You popped the last one dude, so enjoy that. I’m going in over here.” Jaxon felt his body getting shifted. Actually, that was the first time he’d felt like he had a body in several minutes. He felt something cool on his hole. His butt hole. Like when he used his finger almost, except– “Oh FUCK this little bitch is tight dude!” What the fuck was that? Was he dying? It felt like his insides were full of knives. Oh shit oh shit oh shit. It hurts. It hurts! “Fuck, he’s crying on my cock man, he’s such a little bitch.” “That’s what you” — grunt — “get from a cherry twink man.” “Not even a twink. He’s a fucking seventh grader! He can’t even fucking DRIVE man.” “Oh fuck, I’ll just drive him with my cock. Fuck! This boypussy is incredible! I can feel his fucking insides opening up.” Jaxon didn’t know what was happening. He could only feel three things: an urge to choke in his throat, a stabbing pain from his ass, and something else, something…shit. His dick. He was still horny! It was like…throbbing. He could feel it. Or wait, was that the cock in his throat? Or, or…the other cock? There was another cock, right? He was…he was… That was it. He was getting fucked. Fucked. Up the ass. By a cock. Jaxon knew it, now that he realized it he could feel it, could feel the man’s thick tool forcing its way up his virgin tunnel. He was being fucked! But shit, was it supposed to hurt like this? And what about the choking? That wasn’t supposed to be part of being fucked, he was pretty sure. “Dude I can tell I’m destroying his little cunt. This kid is never gonna be the same.” “He’ll always be a slutty little faggot!” “Yeah, but he’s never gonna be this fucking TIGHT again. SHIT!” “His throat is amazing too man. You’re good for two tonight right?” “You know it but before then I gotta fucking NUT man. I’ve got like a week’s lined up ready to blast.” “Oh fuuuck dude you know how much I love seeing your pedo jizz dripping out of a kid.” “Yeah? You want me to rape my thick fucking pedo seed into this little underage faggotboy?” “Fuck yes dude! Rape him, rape that thirteen year old boycunt and fucking MARK him with your pedo cum!” “Oh shit yes, I’m gonna man, I can’t hold back, I can’t! Fucking FAGGOT!” Jaxon wasn’t sure if he was screaming out loud or just in his head. He felt like he was just one long pulsating cock, from his throat to his ass and his own little nail throbbing in between. Sex was so fucking scary, he had no idea! It was fun, his teenage dick knew it was fun, but he couldn’t deny that he was fucking terrified. So much cock! He heard a roar behind him and then the stabbing pain got turned up a level, started going faster and stronger than before, and then he felt his insides turn to lava, like he was getting drenched but in a whole new dimension, he could feel hot wetness spreading inside him like jelly, was it melting his insides? Was he going to dissolve? And then he was choking again, but harder this time, and there was lava in the chokes too, and it was in his nose and mouth and on his face and– “Fuck yes breed the little bitch!” “Fuck! Take it! Take it you seventh grade fag!” “Oh shit I’m gonna nut in his throat!” “Yeah! Put that man milk where it belongs!” “Oh holy fuck it shot out his fucking nose! Oh fuck, fuck, fuuuuck choke on my load you little cocksucking bitch.” “Shit man I can’t believe it, I’m still nutting a little inside him, he’s fucking milking it out of me. Fuuuck thirteen year old boycunt is so fucking perfect.” “What a whore. What a fucking whore dude. Perfect little faggot fuck.” “First Pride, man.” A laugh. “Happy fucking first Pride, kid.” *** When Jaxon came to, he was sitting outside. He could tell his holes had been used some more. His holes. Holy shit. What was he now? His ass was vibrating. But–yes, it was just the phone. He looked around. He was in some kind of alley. “Jax, your mom is here and I can’t cover for you much longer!” It was Sadie. “She thinks you’re in the bathroom but you better get here already!” “I, uh, okay I’ll be right there.” “Hurry up!” Jaxon stood up. His entire body was aching. But one part was aching even more: His ass. Specifically, his hole. What had they called it? His boypussy. His boycunt. His fuckchute. Wow, he really was a slut. Would they be able to tell? He made his way around the corner. He could see the back of his mom’s car about a block away. Jaxon slowly trudged over, then composed himself and tried to look as normal as possible. “Honey! Over here!” he heard his mom yelling. Why did his head hurt so much? Wait, it wasn’t his head really, it was…his throat? Oh. Yeah. Cocksucker. Cocksucking faggot. Sadie ran up to him. “Jax, what happened to your shirt?” she said, pointing to a rip. “I, uh, I fell down sorta,” he said. Could she smell the slut on him? But she just shrugged. “OK well it’s your fancy-ass outfit. You look kinda sick though.” Shit. People could tell. That he was a slut. That he was a cocksucker. That he was a faggot who took it up the ass. That he was a– “How was your first Pride, sweetie?” “Oh, mom, it was…” — Feedback welcome and ota Donate to Nifty! fty/

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