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Subject: Little Peter 8 LITTLE PETER By Encolpius DISCLAIMER: This is fiction. This chapter is inspired by an actual video. Compliments, comments or complaints to ail Please donate to Nifty! It’s important to keep this resource alive. EIGHT Posted as: Little Peter Cums 12 1/2 years old. 5 foot 92 lbs When we started, Caleb – Little Peter – was a rambunctious little boy but he is now almost a teenager. His hands and feet are too big for his body. He’s all out of proportion, just beginning a growth spurt when he turns from boy to truly young man. Other than his pubic hair not being fully in, more a semicircle around his dick than a inverted trianle, you wouldn’t know him from a man. His balls, plump and hairy, are man sized and his dick is too. He has a couple of hairs in his pits, just 2 or 3 scraggly ones. He uses deodorant now. Just a few hairs around his ankles. My little boy is growing up. And he is growing up to be a fucking horndog. He loves sex. Loves it. Can’t get enough. He’s a little drunk. Mike’s Hard Lemonade. Something else he likes. So you think I’m wrong to let a 7th grader drink? All right to fuck him but not all right to throw down? Fuck you. You aren’t going to like that he is beginning to turn into a stoner. He makes lewd jokes as I set up everything, lights and camera. Like usual, I have a hand held too. I know what I am trying to capture. The viewers haven’t seen it from him. In the bedroom. He’s clothed. Shorts and T shirt. I film him going down from his open face, black hair and blue eyes, ivory skin. Caleb is beautiful. He grins. Big white teeth. I scan down his torso. Lean, flat, middle school boy typical. His shorts hint at nothing. His legs, tanned and not yet hairy although I do linger at the ankles to show the black hair there. “Take off the shirt” I tell him He pulls it off, up over his head. I am ready. I want to capture his pits, a hollow recess in the boniness of his shoulder girdle. I focus in on the pursaklar escort three black hairs in a line, inverted question marks. His belly and chest are flat but he has the beginnings of abs. He’s flat but solid. He pulls down the shorts. They drop to the floor. And there’s the business I point the camera and let it linger on his gorgeous crotch. Low hanging balls, a dick now nearly full grown, chubbed up and rapidly getting hard. He is excited. I’ve told him not to rub until I say so and he is wired, tense, ready to start cranking it. Pubic hair in a semi-circle around his cock, not up in an inverted pyramid yet. I linger there. I can edit it down later but the viewer wants to see the boy in his glory. And Caleb is proud of it too. He doesn’t have an extra big cock but he’s endowed plenty generously. I nod and he reaches down to give it a tug. Now the back side. What an ass. Round and firm. Yum. I’ve plowed it a few times now and he is becoming a hungry bottom. Gowing into pure twink. I get him on the bed, legs apart, hair on his taint but none on his ass or between his ass cheeks. Soon, we’ll start manscaping it, keeping it groomed but right now a jungle is sexy. What he has is the pride of the 7th grade. “You want this?” Caleb asked, his voice still high pitched. He shakes his hard cock at me. “You know it” No preliminaries. A camera in one hand and holding myself up over him with the other, I plunge down on his dick, takng it down until my nose nestles in his earthy crotch. I love the sweet smell of a boy but the smell of a boy ripening into a man is sexy as fuck. He squeezes his butt cheeks to get himself deeper down my throat. I slide off it, licking my tongue along the piss vein as I do. I grab the tip with my lips and run my tongue all around the piss slit as he shivers and squirms underneath me. He moans a little. “Oh, yeah” Fucking horny little shit. Not even a teenager and he loves it. Needs it. Wants it. And I’ll give him rize escort what he wants. I know how to work his dick. He’s not fully ripe yet but he’s coming along. Down on his pole, amd then back up again. Working my tongue around it as he moans and flexes his ass. I have the camera there, capturing boy cock in a man’s mouth. I tug at his balls and massage his taint as I do it. He gently pushes up my head and crooks his head. I snile. He waas feeling good but needs to cool down and he wants after my hard thing. I straddle his chest and feed it to him. He bends his nck to blow me and reaches up with his hands to rub my lean, hard, hairy torso. “That’s it baby, suck it.” I say. “Suck that dick” I lean back and stroke his as he blow me, his still slick from my spit. Hw’a the finest little cocksucker in the 7th grade, a credit to little cocksuckers everywhere. The boy is growing into being a cock hound. I feed him my dick, the camera pointing down on his pretty face POV as he pleasures me. I’ll edit it later to cut between the POV stuff and long shots from the tripod. How hard he stays, how his dick twitches, as he gets face fuxked tells you what you need to know Like real porn, we take a break. He gets another Mike’s but that’s his limit. He doesn’t weigh anything. I don’t care if he’s a little drunk. He’s my lover and my friend. He can be loose. It’s cool. We kiss and make out for a while. We both love the kissing and cuddling. I love having his body pressed up against mine as we sleep. I love his morning wood. I love kissing him. I work my way down his body, lean and bony with the phermone smell of musky delight until I get to his fine full balls and thickening cock. He never lost his hard on and neither did I. How could I? I have a naked, sexy boy with me. “Fuck me, Deej” Little Peter says, stroking his peter. I do it to him missionary. Don’t want to miss it. Camera held up over him, capturing Caleb’s midsection. His dick is hard, pointing up at his chin, ankara rus escort nestled in a small bed of black pubic hair. He reaches down to pull his balls up, like a pro, so that the camera can get the moment of penetration. I push his legs back – I can throw him around like a rag doll still but not for much monger – to get his fantastic ass up. Then I push my greased up bare dick into his tight hole, all the way in, in one steady motion. ‘Uhhh” he exhales. He’s taking to getting fucked, let me tell you. The kid is a born bottom. He loves it. I don’t pound him hard. I will but he likes smooth and steady, prolonging the pleasure. Smooth long strokes and it feels fine, skin on skin, his ass muscles tightening around my cock as I do it. “You little devil” I say “You horny little devil. You are so sexy” He smiles. “I love this. Fuck me” “And I love this too” “I know you do, perv” he says with a grin. But he is also stroking his cock too. He is still hard. I fuck him harder now. Let the lust build. Forceful. Let the pleasure go. Now harder. He’s stroking it. He grunts. I moan. I fuck him harder. I push back his legs, bending them as far as they will go, dominating the boy, showing him what a man is so I can plow his tight ass. And he waants it. He is begging me, more , more, more. And I give him more. I can smell the sweat from both us. My swear dripping off, salty and wet onto his him, his own sweat funky and glorious. “Fuck me” he says in a wounded whumper I bang the shit our if him. I feel nothing but pleasure, nothing but pure lust, pure horniness as I plow his underage ass. It’s taboo and wonderful. He flails on it. His balls are tight against his body. He is really jacking. His face is screwed up with a look of pain, his eyes closed and he isn;’t breathing. But I show no mercy on his ass and he asks for none. “Oh, God” he calls out. The camera is ready. A spurt, one big spurt, flies out of his cock and lands on his flat chest. Then two or three more smaller ones. They are more clear and thin that white and creamy. He looks at me and smiles, proud of himself. Little Peter can cum. I whip it out and jack off to finish, a man’s cum drenching his small body and mizing with a boy’s. It’s a fine sight seeing that kid covered in jizz.

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