"For every person you fuck you will leave something behind. From each person who fucks you something will be gained."
This poorly worded curse was placed on me by a very hot Goth kid who'd felt my lack of attention was in someway a reflection on my character. Sure, I'd flattered and chased and downright wooed his tight little ass for three solid weeks before he gave it up, but how could he think that kind of commitment represented more than finding the next new thing? I told him I'd be willing to fuck him again when things slowed down, but noooo. What 19 year-old wanted to fuck just one guy anyway? Freak. Hot or not, he took the magic thing way too seriously, and who knew he was actually good at it? It took me five weeks to figure that out.
In that time I fucked, I think, 23 guys, some of them repeatedly. Toward the end I'd been feeling down, tired, and on the 35th day exactly I woke to find my first wrinkle.
The face that stared back from the mirror was gray, drawn and saggy. Cheerful laugh lines around my eyes had grown into full-on crow's feet, and my brow was furrowed as a damn potato field. Further exploration found skin that was tired and rough, a goddamned paunch weighing down my front, and hairs that had gone gray. After much panicked worrying I remembered the kid's parting curse and as insane as it sounded, I fully believed it. I'd given too much away, and now I had to get some of it back.
Finding a willing fuck isn't as easy when you're tired and gray, but in a dingy dive on Meigs St. I found one. An old guy, older than my father, pathetically pleased to get his dick into a warm hole again. As soon as he spunked I felt a jolt of ice flood through my veins, and my new gut shrank visibly. It wasn't so nice for him, though, and he fell back exhausted. I made a mental note not to let anyone over seventy fuck me since they'd probably wither and die on the spot. Still, it wasn't my fault I needed to steal back some youth so I didn't feel too terribly guilty.
The next fuck I found was actually a kid younger than me who had a real thing for older guys. His dad died young, maybe, I didn't listen. He took me in the back of his mom's minivan, the rough carpet scraping my knees as he rocked me over the back of the seat. When he came he merely gasped like he'd run six miles, but even so I think he noticed the gray vanish from my head.
It took me sixteen fucks to get back to where I even started to recognize myself again, and I was taking no chances. I kept on offering my ass to the men now eager to top me, and I thought I'd hit the mother load when I found the backroom of a club on Bird St. There in the dark I leaned in a corner with my legs spread wide, feeling cock after cock slide through my hole. I'd started the evening lubed by two quick fucks from kids I know on campus and my ass was still wet and sloppy when I dropped my shorts. The first guy I looked back to see was older and caramel-skinned, maybe Puerto Rican. His dick nearly touched my tonsils and when the time came he pulled out and painted my nuts with a fucking half-pint of cream. The second was my age and white, lean and shiny with soft muscles and bright painted lips. His dick was long and skinny, perfect for hitting my spot every time. The way he threw himself into me said he was more used to the catcher's end and was glad of the change. After him I just ducked my head and moaned.
I think I spaced awhile there, in the dark heat smelling of ass and skin, pulsing to the beat of the dance floor. I think nine men had taken me by the time my brain awoke again, and I certainly ruined the tenth guy's night when I craned my head up to look at him. For a startled second he froze, balls deep, then lunged backwards with a horrified shriek. I'm no Jared Leto, granted, but this had never happened before. I straightened up and turned, feeling the cumfall gush down my legs as I finally noticed what was wrong. The men crowding around me were much taller than they should be, towering over my 6'2. Either I was in a club full of giants or something else had changed; and as my watch slid off my wrist I knew it was me.
The poor man who'd just had his cock buried in my 13 year-old looking ass was understandably upset. Some kind men led him away to calm down and drink, while others considerably less kind surrounded me.
"What the fuck are you doing here, kid? You sick little fuck, are you trying to get someone arrested? Get out!"
The crowd herded me toward the door, dumping what clothes they could find into my naked arms and shoving me into the swirl of dancers. I skipped behind a pillar and hauled on my shorts, holding them up as I ran for the street.
This presented a whole new problem, one I had no idea how to solve. I'd obviously taken too much youth from the men in the club, too many years had sent me right past 20 back to boy. I had to dump some youth, definitely, but how? The terrible fear that maybe my little three incher was too small to fuck stole through me and I wandered aimlessly through the dark streets. I fetched up and spent the night in my apartment, relaxing and trying to hatch a plan.
The next morning my planless feet carried me to a beach on the lake. Being summertime it was full of kids and teens, all laughing, playing and dying to fuck. The fit tan bodies flitted all over, chasing Frisbees or sprawled in the sun (no one likes going in the water here; it's brown and smells bad). I wandered through it all, shirtless with desperation-sweat gleaming on my tiny ripped belly. Finally I noticed a boy whose eyes stayed longer than they should, and let my hand idly play over my half-tented dick. I caught his eye, smiled slow and strutted, swinging my little ass toward the quieter woods.
I'd barely cleared the sand when he caught me up. As we strolled toward the trees we learned he as Rick and me as Cameron. We came on a little ravine kind of thing and dropped to the bottom, settling in the soft grass where the mower couldn't go. So how old are you, he asked, eyeing my crotch as my dick stood hard. 15, I said, you? Oh, 17. You're cute. You're cuter. Aww, stop. C'mere.
Rick wrapped a fine adolescent arm around my shoulders, leaning my body against his bare chest. His fingers brushed my nipple, circled and stayed. I sighed and wriggled, rubbing the max of soft skin against him.
"What do you want to do," he whispered.
"Well," I said coyly, all but batting my lashes, "I've never fucked^Å" Rick's eyes bugged white.
"Really," his asked as his white trunks were drenched with a sudden wave of precum.
"Yeah, I'd love to see what it feels like. Only^Å"
"Yeah?"
"You're so big!" I wrapped a hand around his dick, my tiny fingers just touching.
"Yeah, but, you'll stretch," he husked, raising his hips to fuck his cock through my hand.
"Maybe. Can I fuck you first?" His eyes bugged again, staring down at my little cloth-covered dicklet. In his eyes the lure of my ass fought the sanctity of his, and I saw the moment my ass won.
"Yeah." He scooted over and flipped, kneeling in the grass and pulling his suit down to mid-thigh. A small tube of suntan oil was produced and greased his hole with the pleasant scent of coconut. I pulled my speedos down like him and crawled up behind to push my little shaft in between his pale cheeks. He had no idea what to do or how to relax, so it was lucky that my cock was no bigger than his thumb. It slid in, barely, the head and a bit of the rod popping through after a long hard push. By forcing my belly against his firm cheeks I could just wiggle my dick inside him, and such relief blazed through me that I came right there.
Another inch of dick grew inside him, a little muscle cording my arms and my legs aching a bit as they lengthened. If he felt the dry-pulsing of my dick he didn't show it, kneeling rigid as I took my pleasure from his hole. Since his face was turned from me the loss of a year didn't really show. Maybe his back got a little softer as a thin layer of baby fat regrew, but I didn't care. I was pumping for all I was worth, and my second orgasm came just seconds later.
This time he noticed the thickening of the meat in his hole. Now 15 in form as well as in fiction, my dick was a respectable 5 and a half inches, thick enough to force his tight nether-lips wide open. Soft blond fuzz sprouted above my shaft as definition rippled down my arms. He and I were the same now, smooth cheeks unmarked by even the lightest of down. I braced my hands on his shoulders and fucked, tearing gasps from his pretty throat as I pounded his virgin prostate.
I lasted almost four minutes before a load of watery cum spurted from my cock. Rick noticed and cried out, writhing his hips as the liquid heat burned within him. Translucent hairs gleamed on my arms as wiry pubes thatched my nuts. My ecstatic cry went deep and masculine as his grew thin. The too-tight speedo rolled down my thighs as they swelled thick. I doubt he even felt my dick grow again as his body shook to a massive cum, his hole wringing tight around my now enjoyably large dick.
After this round we knelt there for a few minutes gasping for breath. The thought that I was well on the way to becoming what I should be was enough to keep my dick hard and leaking. I leaned down to lay my chest on his back, thrusting slowly into his hole. A low keening rose from his throat as I used every trick to wreak pleasure in his ass. My lips kissed down his ear, nipping at the lobe with sharp white teeth and lapping inside with my long pink tongue. Rick turned his head and moaned, the sound echoing down my throat as I locked my lips on his. Our tongues danced as my dick ground the soft walls of his little man-pussy, entirely filled with my newly 16 year-old meat. No thought but pleasure filled my brain as millions of milky sperm blew from my dick.
I'd had almost eight inches at 17, and a breathless moan showed that Rick felt every bit. His body shrank so that my chest no longer touched him as I crouched over his smooth back. The little ring cut almost painfully tight around my cock before relaxing over the heat of my shaft. The kid must've been a small thirteen, probably picked on by his friends. If the white-heat of his body hadn't been caressing my cock I probably would have pitied him that. As it was, I sat back on my ass and hauled him with me to sit up on my lap.
Whatever growth spurts I got from cumming in Rick's ass seemed to be recharging my balls each time. I stared down into his flushed little face, seeing nothing but animal lust in his bright brown eyes. His little prick jutted hard from his belly as I grabbed his waist and lifted. All ninety pounds of tight man-boy slid up my shaft, plunging back down to the root as I dropped him. Up and down, tip to base, I fucked little Rick by jacking his bod. He threw his head back and howled, mindless joy suffusing his sweet face. Whatever waves of pleasure were sweeping through his body were surely equaled by my own. Trying not to miss a stroke, I brought my right foot back and shifted my weight. My left braced on a handy tuft and I stood, holding Rick hard to my groin as I moved. Once upright I wrapped my left arm under his chest and my right below his belly, bouncing his body in the air with thrusts of my hips. It was in this position that my final cum arrived, flooding out of Rick's hole as the sheer size of my dick hogged all the room.
Nine and a half inches of newly adult, 18 year-old cock drew slowly out of Rick's little boy hole. Covered in cum, the same that seeped down the boy's thin legs from between his palm-size cheeks. Nothing could be more thoroughly fucked than the former teenager's miniscule ass. I pulled the too-large bathing suit over Rick's feet, shucking into the stained cloth. He'd have to make do with my speedo, pulled up to hide his limp little meat. I left him, dazed but moving, and walked back to the beach.
Since that day I've learned moderation in my fucking. I'll throw maybe three or four fucks before taking an equal number. If I find someone I really like I'll give them whichever they'd most enjoy, a year's youth or age. As for myself, I can see maintaining the perfect 18 years for a long time to come.
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