WARNING: This story is homoerotic in content, This eans that if features sex between consenting men, youths and maybe boys.
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In my alternate Universe there are no such things as AIDS and STDs so my characters have no use for condoms and the like.
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This story should go into around six or seven Chapters and concerns our hero from his first sexual experience aged 12 until he's around 16 and finds a regular boyfriend. THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS TWO SCENES OF NON CONSENTUAL SEX BETWEEN AND EIGHTEEN YEAR OLD AND AN ELEVEN YEAR OLD BOY, THE REMAINING CHAPTERS ARE STRAIGHTFORWARD TEEN/TEEN SEX AND THERE IS NO MORE RAPE.
DAVID'S EARLY YEARS
by
G. Cutter
Chapter One: Grant the Teenage Pedo?
David Gardiner had just celebrated his eleventh birthday, he was slender, sallow skinned and dark haired and maybe a little underdeveloped for his age. Some unkind people compared him to a Romanian orphan but he didn't care, he was happy in his own little world. He had plenty of school chums and a reasonably happy home life. On this particular night he sat and watched the family television and wondered what time his mother would be in, it was a bit late but tomorrow was Saturday and therefore no school.
His mother, now divorced had given birth to David when she was barely eighteen herself and then the father had disappeared when David was about two years old. His mother had been through a string of boyfriends with a view to marriage but not too many of the young men she met wanted to take onboard a ready made family. David was beginning to be a drag on her romantic ambitions and she made a point of letting him know every now and then.
However, at the end of the day she always put David first and if the current boyfriend didn't like it he could lump it.
Her latest beau was a mere eighteen, a regular toyboy. Mrs Gardiner shacked up with an eighteen year old and with a twelve year old son, she was quite the talk of the street. The boyfriend, Grant, got on well with David maybe because of his age, they were close enought be brothers and were often mistaken as such, Susan Gardiner seemed to find the whole situation amusing. David thought Grant was smashing, he took him to Alton Towers he even took him out in his delivery van, David thought he was a bit strong on the touchy feely side but if he was shacked up with mum he'd got to be OK, hadn't he?
David had absolutely no recollection of his father and wasn't really fussed, all he knew was his mum's firm and sometimes strict handling and the endless string of 'Uncles' This and That. He found Grant's skylarking and Grant's habit of wrestling him to the floor a welcome break from his mother's more sedate regime. David needed some fun in his life, his mother was constantly broke and they had little to go around, they were members of the underclass that exist in any affluent society, still, things would get better. Mum said so.
He heard the sound of the front door and realised it was that time in the evening, the local pub had closed and his mum and Grant had returned. He should have been in bed so he kept quiet, he didn't need the hassle. He heard stumbling in the hall and his mum's slurred voice, perhaps she was ill, perhaps she was drunk. It wouldn't be the first time.
'I've got to go to bed, dear,' he heard his mother talking to Grant. 'Say goodnight to Davey for me and make sure he goes to bed. I know he's in there watching the box.'
'No probs,' Grant replied.
A few moments later Grant came into the room and switched the television off. 'Your mum's a bit poorly, I'll do you some cocoa and you'd better hit the sack.'
'Saturday tomorrow, no school,' David smiled with all the charm he could muster, he didn't want to upset Grant. 'We still going to Chessington tomorrow?' David had a one track mind, a sick mother was one thing, a promise of a visit to the Zoo with the overgenerous Grant was another thing all together.
'Yeah, I expect so,' Grant laughed. He stood behind David and placed his hand on the back of the boy's neck. 'Come on, Champ. Kitchen.' David wriggled as he felt the pleasing sensation of Grant's hand stroke his neck almost a caress.
Half an hour later he was in his small bedroom sitting on his narrow bed removing his slippers and socks. Grant peered around the door and came into the room.
'Get undressed, get your jimjams on,' Grant sat on the room's only battered chair by David's homework desk.
David grinned tiredly eager to please his pseudo dad. Grant was pretty good looking to David's eyes he resembled Ronan Keating one of the boy's pop idols, fair haired, looked tough but was a softy at heart. David took off his t-shirt and unselfconciously dropped his jeans and stood on his cotton y-fronts slowly unfolding his clean pyjamas. He could feel Grant watching him but he didn't care, Grant had seen him in the bath before now.
'Come here, Davey,' Grant muttered thickly.
Unsuspecting David approached the seated young man and without protest allowed himself to be pulled onto Grant's lap.
'Mmm, Davey,' Grant sighed and stroked David's bony shoulder and then slipped his hand onto the boy's cocoa swollen belly. David wriggled and giggled as he felt Grant's other hand slip into the back of his pants and clasp his firm young buns
'I should get into bed,' David wriggled, he rather liked this. 'Mum'll get annoyed.'
'So she will,' Grant smiled and slipped his other hand into the front of David's y-fronts and softly clasped the boy's relaxed penis. 'Wow, you're going to be a very well endowed lad in a few years.'
David didn't know what Grant meant but snuggled into the young man's shoulder as he felt an unfamiliar warmth in his dick and he felt it begin to fill out.
'Mmm,' David snuggled into Grant's warmth as he felt his underwear being slipped down his legs and his bum and genitalia being exposed to the air. Grant nuzzled at his neck and kissed his shoulders. David smiled happily, Grant was his friend.
'Go to go,' Grant muttered red faced and sweating slightly. 'I might come in and visit later.'
'OK,' David stood with his eleven year old erection sticking out like a nail and climbed into his pyjama bottoms, he never wore the top half and wondered why his mother bought them as he clamered into bed and slid under the duvet, he was exhausted it had been a long day. He didn't know what Grant had been doing but the close contact had been nice and he was a bit upset that it had ended so soon, Grant was nice.
Grant on leaving the room gave David one last kiss before turning off the lights. David noticed that his mother's lover had a lump at the front of his trousers and wondered why Grant had a stiffy as well.
David knew all about stiffies, hard-ons, woodies and all the rest of it, he was in a class of eleven year olds who seemed to spend half their school term talking about such things. Some even had hair around their dicks, some even claimed to have done the mysterious cum, the rougher boys called it spunking. It was all a bit of an unexplored territory to David, whereas other boys slept over with their friends and no doubt explored, David's mother didn't encourage sleepovers probably due to the small size of the council place she'd been given and shame at living so close to the poverty line.
David dozed off in the comfort of his bed and it was later in the night that he drowsily opened his eyes, he had heard movement in his room and assumed that his mother was looking in on him, but the figure he saw in the dim light wasn't his mother, it was Grant.
'Whassup?'
'Ssssh,' Grant hissed and moved closer to the bed. 'Move over Davey.'
David obligingly moved over and Uncle Grant slipped into the narrow bed.
'Come here you little darling,' Grant cuddled the boy and kissed him long and hard under the jaw and on the neck. David writhed as he felt Grant's stubble scratch is smooth skin and the young man's hands roam up and down his body. He froze as he felt Grants hot lips and slippery tongue move down onto his belly and the man's hands start to slide his trousers down. 'Get 'em off,' Grant husked as he pulled David's slight body onto himself and then sank his lips onto David's.
'No,' David squawked but found his mouth filled with Grant's hotly searching tongue, David felt a moments nausea as beery breath filled his mouth. He could feel a hot mass laying pressed against his thin legs and knew that it was Grant's dick and it was as hard as a pole, to the boy it felt massive. 'Stop it, I wanna go to mum.'
'No you don't,' Grant was suddenly serious, David felt the danger in the young man. 'It's just you and me, Davey boy.' David felt himself turned onto his side away from Grant and the young man's dick slipping between his legs, he even felt the belly hair pressed against his bottom. 'Say anything about this....' Grant whispered. 'They'll take you away and put you in a place for evil boys.'
'What,' David was confused, he wasn't doing anything, Grant had started it, why was it his fault?
'Sssh,' Grant whispered again and his hands caressed from David's shoulders down past his hips and to his thigh's. 'You are so beautiful, Davey,' Grant slipped a hand around front and grasped David's cock and balls, the other hand slipped between the boy's ultra smooth cheeks.
'Whatcha doing,' David almost cried, he didn't mind the hand on his dick but the other fingers were forcing their way into his private place. He sighed with relief as the fingers suddenly with drew but a few fumbling moments later they slipped between his cheeks again but this time they were slippery, Grant had somehow oiled or greased his fingers.
'Gerroff, Grant, he almost cried out but the hand on his dick had moved up and was over his mouth. David was lost, Grant was a young man and well built, he had they boy at his mercy. David silently screamed, he'd felt fingers force his pert little buns apart and now a finger had slipped into his bumhole and was moving in and out. He reddened in the dark with the shame of it, surprisingly enough his own boy cock was as hard as a rock.
David tensed as he felt an oiled lump slip up between his cheeks and replace the probing fingers, he knew exactly what was going to happen, he'd heard sniggering conversations about this at school.
'You've got a lovely arse, David,' Grant's hot breath was on David's neck and then David felt an intolerable pressure on his bumhole He tried to clamp his buns to deny the entry but he had no chance against the rapist on his back.
'Yaaaah.' David tried to bite Grant's restraining hand as tears exploded from his eyes. The shock and the pain were intense, he felt as if he was being torn apart by Grant's mansized pole entering his body. Mum's boyfriend was raping him, he was being used as a bumboy, a woman, he was being fucked. He'd heard about this at school and he'd never really believed any of it. This was Sexual Education the hard way.
'Beautiful, Davey. It won't take long,' Grant purred as he forced his way into the tightly constricting passage, into the firm but yielding flesh. He began to move to and fro as he felt the boy's body begin to accept his aching penis. Grant kissed the boy's neck and smiled, he'd suffered months of the drunken mother but now was payoff time. He was getting to fuck one of the sexiest little eleven year olds in the county. As the boy tightened his underdeveloped muscles in resistance he moved faster and deeper, David had lost the war.
Grant removed his hand from David's mouth and placed then placed them both on the boy's slim hips and began to fuck for real, he felt his cock deep inside the boy's hot flesh and his pubics press against David's soft bottom, David was his. He rolled the boy onto his belly and forced open the kids legs, this was it, this was the endgame.
'Mum,' David cried into the pillow. His trusted Uncle Grant was now fucking for real, David could feel a burning sensation and Grant's big cock slipping in and out of his bottom, it seemed to fill his belly and there was something else, he was still as hard as a rock, he could feel his own erection being forced to rub againt the bed with Grant;s movements.
'You love it, Davey,' Grant whispered as he slid hard and deep into his beautiful little victim. 'You little fairy.' As David began to sob into the pillow Grant began to dig deeper and harder, he could feel his climax rising, the heat was moving upwards.
David cried his eyes out as Grant slammed into his tender flesh, his bum was on fire and Grant's dick seemed to swell even more. Suddenly it was all over. David went into shock as he felt the thing inside him swell and begin to pump. He wriggled as he felt hot liquid splashed in his belly. Grant had cum. Grant slowed down, he gently moved his cum soaked cock in and out letting the boy get used to it. 'You're a lovely fuck, Davey.'
'Pervert.' It was the nastiest word David knew.
'Yeah,' Grant agreed cheerfully as he slid his softening penis from the boy's flooded bum. 'Not a word,' he warned as he covered the shocked boy with the duvet and left the room.
David huddled up in the bed, he was so alone. His bum was sore, he could feel liquid in his bottom and oil between his cheeks, he cried himself to sleep.
The following day David was subdued and confused, he didn't know whether to tell mum or not. He hadn't got any close friends to turn to, he felt totally and utterly lost ..... what the Hell could he do.
All through breakfast which Grant made the young man acted normally although giving David one or two warning glances. David's mother was hung over and cancelled the Chessington trip which was a relief to the boy, the thought of being nice to Grant was unbearable. David was only eleven but he was pretty smart, Grant had done the dirty deed once and he'd want to do it again. David sniffed, his bum hurt and the thought of Grant visiting him in the night was a bad dream come true, he'd have to run away, it was the only solution. The day wore on and if David's mother noticed any coolness from David to her young lover she gave no sign.
The crunch came when she decided to go to the doctor's on a matter unrelated to the previous night's boozing.
'I'll be down there a couple of hours,' she told Grant. 'This place is a bloody shambles, boys. You can have a tidy up whilst I'm gone.'
'OK,' Grant grinned. 'We can keep ourselves busy, dunno about the tidy up though,' he flopped onto the sofa and turned the TV on.
'Situation normal,' David's mum scowled and was on her way.
David shuddered, his bum felt a little better. He didn't know what had happened but when he'd woken up in the morning he'd been as hard as a rock but there had been a crusted stickiness on the sheet and some also on his belly, he didn't think it was Grant's. He felt a little bit excited, perhaps he'd done the spunking the older boys talked about. Thinking back in the cold light of day, he didn't mind the kissing and cuddling but he certainly didn't like the other bit, the fuck stuff. That hurt and hurt was not what he wanted.
'So, how do you feel, David?'
'Alright,' David sat down on the other side of the room well away from Grant. He felt his eyes drawn to the fork of Grant's legs but there was no bulge there today. Perhaps he was safe.
'Sit here,' Grant patted the sofa alongside.
'No.'
'C'mon,' Grant wheedled. 'No naughty stuff.'
David grudgingly sat alongside his 'uncle' safe in his boyish trust in adults.
'You'll get over it,' Grant spoke softly and put his arms around David's bony shoulders.
'You reckon?'
'I talked to your mother and she said it's OK but we've got to keep it quiet and not talk about it, especially to her. She said that it's a you and me thing and that she doesn't want to get involved.'
'She didn't,' David squawked in disbelief, surely his mum wouldn't allow this sort of thing.
'Yeah, she did,' Grant insisted. 'Come here,' he pulled the confused boy closer and softly kissed his neck. 'You like that, Davey, dontcha?' His tongue traced a a line around David's ear and then back down to the slender throat.
'It tickles,' David giggled unsure of what was going on as he felt Grant's hands inside his t-shirt stroking his smooth skin. He trembled as he felt Grant lift the garment up over his head.
'Nothing heavy,' Grant whispered kissing David's tiny nipples first one and then the other.
'Alright,' David let Grant proceed only half accepting the fact that his mother approved.
'Come on, Davey. I'll do something for that dicky of yours.' Grant lowered his head and pulled the front of David's track suit bottoms down, as David remained silent he then tugged David's small y-fronts out and down exposing the boy's penis which unsurprisingly was hard with it's tiny foreskin well clear of it's cherry red glans. 'That's gonna be a big 'un,' Grant chuckled and then to David's horror swallowed the morsel whole.
'Ooh,' David wailed but was held firm by his mother's lover . Grant coaxed Davis to stand and then with a hand on each of David's firm buns ran his mouth up and down David's boy hardness. David was in heaven, he'd never imagined anything like this could be so good, he swayed making vague in and out motions towards Grant's avidly sucking mouth, he stroked Grant's scruffy blonde hair.
The pleasure didn't last to long, David felt a burning in his barely devloped ballsac and he thought he was going to pee into Grant's mouth and that would be so gross. He struggled to get free but Grant redoubled his efforts.
'Aaaah,' David jerked and he felt his cock pulse and a burning sensation in the tip and then peace. His small body slumped in Grant's firm grip.
Grant grinned with satisfaction. 'I bet that was your first,' he licked his lips and taking David's slippery penis in his fingers he squeezed it out like a tube of toothpaste. 'See.'
David looked down in horror. There was an opaque white pearl of something oozing from his pee slit.
'What is it?' His voice quavered.
'I think it was your first cum,' Grant grinned cheerful. It was surprising what a good fucking could do for a boy. He fondled David's spent erection in his hands drying the saliva with his warmth, this kid was going to be a Donkey Kong in a year or so, it was nearly four inches limp, the whole thing seemed outsized on a kid as skinny as this. He looked up as he fondled David's soft bubble butt. Tonight, my boy, he promised himself. Sod the thirty year old woman, he'd take the eleven year old lad every time, so tight, so smooth.....He remembered something he'd heard a few years back;
A girl for a boy,
A boy for a man, and
A goat for pure delight.
He'd go for the middle bit, he didn't fancy goats. He coaxed David back onto the sofa and laid him out stroking the kid's dark hair surprisingly bristly for one so young.
'Wanna do me, Davey?'
'What?' David was mystified.
'I sucked yours, you wanna suck mine,' he leant over and stroked David's still exposed bottom. 'Or.....'
'Yeah, alright,' David mumbled, he knew what the option was and he didn't want any of that, he was still sore from last night.
He goggled as Grant undid his fly and fumbled around finally producing hard flesh which in David's inexperienced eyes was massive. Grant was circumcised which was another shock for the boy, he thought everyone had foreskins. Grant just had a bare bulbous head which was almost glowing. David fleetingly thought of Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer but this was not a time for laughter. He shuffled up a bit and took a tentative lick at the pale skinned shaft and Grand sighed. David got more adventurous and licked the head, Grant reached out and held him and coaxed him down onto his strange erection. David didn't mind too much, it tasted clean, it was only flesh, just like sucking your arm. He started to bob his head up and down accompanied by Grant's moans of pleasure.
'Faster, Davey,' Grant moaned. 'I'm nearly there,' he shoved his hips up nearly choking the boy and held David's head tightly, he was basically face fucking the boy.
David struggled to get free, he knew something bad was going to happen but not what. He found out an instant later.
'Jeeez,' Grant gave a shuddering moan and his cock burst and spurted into David's small mouth. He choked and gagged as he felt Grant's dick spurt what seemed to be shot after shot of musty smelling, slippery white cum deep into the back of his throat. He had to swallow, he had to gulp it down or he would have died.
'WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?' David's mother had come into the house silently but she wasn't silent now. She took in the scene and went ballistic.
'GET OUT, GET THE FUCK OUT,' she was screaming at Grant. 'GET TO YOUR FUCKIN' ROOM,' She yelled at David and gave him a backhander as he made a rapid exit trying to pull up his clothing.
'GET OUT OF MY HOUSE YOU FILTHY PIG, YOU PEDO-FUCKIN'-THING. GET OUT RIGHT NOW.' That was the last David heard as he rushed into his room and slammed the door. Fully clothed he jumped onto the bed and pulled the duvet over his heat. His mother was pretty laid back in spite of being church mouse poor but when she had one of her spats they were absolutely nuclear. He cowered under the bedding shaking with fear.
He heard the crash of crockery, more shouting and then more things being thrown around. He grinned in the dark, it was payback time for Grant. The crashing and bashing seemed to go on for ever, finally the door slammed and he heard Grant's van start up and drive away. He thought of adventuring out but decided against it, he didn't want to meet his mum just yet. He snuggled under the duvet and slept. He was an eleven year old boy and his whole world had fallen in on him, he didn't know what was going to happen to him and his mind just went into shutdown. He was in a mild shock and so he slept on.
The room was in total darkness when he awoke, under the edge of the duvet he could see that the room light had come on, he had no idea of the time at all but it was nightime, the day had gone. He felt a shake and the duvet was gently drawn from his head, he peered out with squinting eyes to see his mother standing with a tray in her hands. He suddenly realised that he hadn't eaten all day, he was starving.
'Eat,' His mother's eyes were red with crying, she placed the tray which carried sandwiches and a large cup of cocoa on the bedside unit. She sat down silently and watched David as he wolfed down his food sparing her the ocassional nervous glance.
'Tell me about it in your words,' She finally spoke. 'Take your time, tell me everything, all the gory details.'
'I didn't want to.....'
'I know,' she smiled reassuringly. 'I have to know, this thing can't be a secret between us, I'm your mother. Don't be frightened of me for God's sake, I love you, David.'
Between eating and drinking his cocoa he told the full sorry tale from Grant creeping into his bedroom the previous night right upto the point when she had burst into the room. He slumped down in the bed when he had finished, he was on the verge of tears.
'Alright, Davey.' His mother stood up and patted his head. 'I'm going to make you another cocoa, you get undressed and get into bed properly and then we'll have a little chat.' She went to leave the room but turned before she did 'You should have told me you silly boy, I'm your mother, I love you, David. I'd never let anybody harm you ... never.'
David let out a long gusty breath. She wasn't mad at him, she wasn't going to send him away, he still had his mum and Grant was gone, Grant was history.
His mother came back into the room with a fresh cup of cocoa which she set down by David. 'I'll have to be a bit fussier with the boyfriends in future,' she smiled bitterly.
'What's happened to Grant?' David asked he was nervous of retribution from the young man, who from the silence of the house, seemed to have left.
'Don't worry about that bi-sexual boy lover,' she sat on the edge of the bed and looked at her boy. 'I've got friends around here and at the local Police Station, a few hints here, a few hints there .... he won't be back.'
'Oh,' David felt a little better and sipped his cocoa.
'This never happened,' his mother went on. 'It will never be mentioned again ... ever.'
David nodded.
'In time you'll find a nice girlfriend but that's a long way ahead,' she seemed to think for a minute. 'You're getting to the stage where boys start to play around with each other,' she smiled slightly as David turned a deep red. 'No matter. You'll do what all boys do but put this out of your mind.' She spoke the last few words slowly and clearly.
'Yes, mum,' David could still feel the heat on his face but the flush was fading.
'I don't know if you'll grow up gay or straight and I don't care because you're my son and I love you,' she stood up and then sat down again. 'How's your back ... your bum? She looked at the floor in embarassment.
'Alright, a bit sore.'
'No bleeding or anything?'
'No,' David wailed, this conversation was so cringe making.
'Thank God.' She looked at him and smiled. 'If you ever want to talk about the last twenty four hours you talk to me. No teachers, no mates, no one. Do you understand me, David?'
'Yes, mum.'
'Good. Get some sleep,' She stood by the door. 'Charlie next door is taking us down to Chessington tomorrow, I think we need to treat ourselves after today.' His mother blew him a goodnight kiss, turned off the light and left leaving the door slightly ajar.
'Nite, mum,' David snuggled down into his bed. He never forgot Grant althought the memory faded in time. His mother never raised the subject again and David's small world was back on track.
To be continued
Chapter 2 Chinese Crackers
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