I became something of a media sensation over the next few months. Here I was, a darling 6 year-old child, abandoned naked and afraid by my heartless parents. The police sketch artist drew two portraits, of a young couple cold enough to leave their son behind. I particularly liked the evil glint the artist put in the man's eyes.
The group home was as comfortable as I suppose a warehouse for abandoned children could be. I settled in to my tiny room, and over the next two weeks made my way through the endless physicals and counseling sessions, tolerating the tedious solicitude as best I could, until the authorities concluded that they had as complete a profile on me as they would get. The numbing tedium of life in the home swallowed me whole after that.
Unlike the other kids, I had no interest in finding a home. This was actually a problem: by virtue of being a helpless child, cute as can be, a number of potential parents tried to claim me, and it was only by extreme exertion that I got packed off back to the home, having thrown tantrums, broken things, and, in one case, threatened to set fire to the house. I eventually got a rep as a troubled youth, and was left alone after that.
The biggest challenge of my years in care was the boredom. Living through elementary school again was no treat, especially as I couldn't seem any smarter than I should be. For those who haven't experienced it, the society of prepubescents, with their combination of childish exuberance and viciousness, is not the most stimulating. Worse was the inevitable attempt at sexual abuse by which foster kids try to regain control: I couldn't afford to get fucked, so I made sure to deal with the first attempt, a skinny redheaded 15 year-old who snuck into my room on the hunt for weaker prey, by beating him unconscious with a broken chair leg. I was left alone after that.
I spent four years in the care system, growing slowly back to a size where I would be able to fuck again. As my dick grew, from barely an inch to a little over three, I started to tone down my behavior, softening up to improve my chances of getting chosen to rejoin the wider world. And finally, the day did come, and I was packed off in the care of an older couple with a son of their own, an obnoxious 15 year-old who hated me from the start as an intruder and a rival for his place.
After four months of settling in, accompanied by constant insults, threats and covert blows from Shawn, I'd finally had enough. Mr. and Mrs. Roberts were out for the night, leaving us home alone, and I made my move.
Stripping down to my briefs, my smooth little body shivering slightly in the air-conditioned air, I knocked on Shawn's door. "What," he snarled, clearly pissed at being interrupted, and when I opened the door I saw why. The boy was sitting at his desk, stark naked, beating off to a vid on screen. I smiled at him and walked in, letting my eyes drop to his dick. "What the fuck, you little fag, get out," he yelled, trying to cover his shaft with one hand while pausing the vid with the other.
"Whatcha doin," I asked, moving forward to stand just out of reach, looking down at his crotch with my most innocent gaze and rubbing the tented front of my briefs.
"What does it look like, you little douche? Or are you really such a girl that you don't know what this is?" Shawn slid his hand down to the base of his cock and waved it at me. A huge drop of precum clung to its tip.
"No, I know what that is. Yours is almost the biggest I've seen, too." My disarming frankness gave Shawn pause, and he straightened up to look at me closer.
"What do you mean, that you've seen? You go around staring at guys' cocks?"
"We used to have to share a shower at the home," I said, forcing myself to look down, bashful. "I saw a bunch there. Touched them, too."
"Touched? You jerked guys off before?" Now he was very intent, his cock still hard.
"Yeah, and sucked some of them. They gave me stuff to do them." Shawn's eyes were wide, pupils dilated in lust, and his hand started moving again. I could feel him thinking it: why not? He hated me, yet here I was, someone who might be a willing mouth for his dick.
"Gave you stuff," he asked, his voice husky. "Like what?"
"Toys, and candy. And one boy promised to stop hitting me if I did him and swallowed it all." My own little dicklet had popped out the front of my briefs, my fingers outlining it against the material so he could see just how excited I was.
"Stopped hitting you, huh? Well, we can do that. You suck me, and I'll stop hitting you." He was mine. I didn't answer, but pushed my briefs down to fall on the floor. Then, naked and unafraid, I knelt in between his legs and sucked his dick.
This became our routine over the next month. We'd come home from school, have a snack, and I'd suck Shawn's dick, usually while he sat in his father's chair in front of the TV, and I was careful to swallow all the evidence. Some days he'd get another suck in, if his parents had company over and we'd been banished upstairs. I think he even started to like me, and not just as a tight pair of lips.
The end came on a hot summer night when we'd both been playing tag with the neighbors out in the dark. We came in, exhausted and sweaty, and were told to wash up before bed. Mr. and Mrs. Roberts were again going out to spend a night with friends, and after they'd left, I followed Shawn into the shower.
We'd soaped up under the spray, and I started washing his lean, pale body. His dick was as hard as it ever was when we were alone, but I turned him around to face the spray and knelt down to really scrub his crack. "Hey," he yelped, jumping as my little fingers slid over his hole, "watch it!"
I slid my hand back in again, tickling it a bit. "Why, does it hurt?" His whole body shuddered, and he leaned a hand on the wall to brace himself. "No, but it's my ass. Stop." He made no move to push my hand away. I rubbed it lightly, again and again, tickling the tiny bud. After a minute of gentle teasing, Shawn's body relaxed and he moved his feet apart, leaning his weight against the wall.
The suds ran down his smooth, almost hairless legs as I washed his ass again and again. Once I got his crack squeaky clean, I leaned in and touched him, tracing around his tight bud and down to the back of his balls. My little fingers slid up, wrapping around his hard teen dick, and I nuzzled my face into his crack.
"Uhhh," Shawn growled, deep in his throat, his cheeks flexing on mine as his body writhed at my touch. "Fuck, fuck, oh fuck!" I licked and lapped, poked and speared, working spit into his hole and loosening it as best I could. Being 15 and virgin the kid was tight, and my jaw was sore by the time his ring had started to part. My dick was hard and covered with soap. I stood up and right behind him.
I don't know what he thought when I slid in. My tiny little dicklet was barely long enough to penetrate, but the push of my hips on his ass had to let him know I was in. Once again, as so often happened, I exploded as soon as my balls touched skin, the heaving of my little body almost invisible as the explosion of Shawn's own orgasm shook his entire teen frame. The extra year flooded into me, producing almost no physical change but recharging my balls to full in an instant.
Shawn groaned, long and low, and leaned both of his arms against the slick tile wall. His little hole, hairless now, melted around my thickened dick, and I dropped a hand down to cup his prick, keeping him interested with a few quick jacks. I actually felt the hair disappear from his balls as my next cum rolled through, shrinking his body down to 13 years old and not more than a hundred pounds. My 12 year-old dick was five inches long and big enough to actually fuck. Shawn groaned again as I pulled it out, looking down at the gaping red ring that I'd left unfilled. "Get on your back," I growled, sliding a finger in to flick the boy's prostate. He collapsed right there, turning on his back and pulling his legs in the air as the shower beat down on his smooth little chest. I knelt and slid my dick between his cheeks, burying myself to the hilt in his tight little cunt as his legs hung over my shoulders.
As Shawn's body moved against mine, crotch to ass and chest to chest, I leaned down to plant my lips against his. He jerked his head back, a touch latent heterosexuality pulling his lips away, but I gripped his little dick and squeezed until his head went back in a moan, then leaned in to cover his lips. Our tongues danced for supremacy, mine digging in to his mouth, and I jetted again, this time producing a tiny squirt of liquid between his anal lips.
12 year-old Shawn had a cute snub nose and soft, hairless limbs. I ran a hand down to his butt, caressing the boy's shoulder and hip on the way, then down his smooth leg to his foot. The soft little toes flexed with the heat that my dick cast so deep in his hole, touching a place that he'd never dreamed would be touched. I pulled his foot to my face and engulfed his big toe, sucking it like a tiny blunt prick, caressing the arch of his sole as I did. Shawn's little body wriggled under mine, taking the pounding of my hard boy-dick with the eagerness of the slut he was proving to be, his little moans echoing up into my busy boy-lips. I nutted again, this time spraying actual cum into Shawn's hole, lubing the head of my now six-inch prick. I leaned back and released the boy's foot, then slid my cock out from his tight grip. Shawn shuddered and groaned, left bereft on the tub floor as I knelt back on my heels to survey the body of the 11 year-old before me, pale and lean, his nips bright pink against his milk-white skin. I stood up and ducked my dark head beneath the stream, washing the remaining suds from my shaggy boy-hair before turning off the taps. I pulled open the curtain and stepped out, leaving the open and eager boy behind as I toweled off and strolled down to his room to find a pair of boxers that fit.
In all my time spent dealing with this curse, I'd never found what a non-anal orgasm would do for, or to, me. As I thumped barefoot down the stairs, I decided to find out.
I was sitting in Shawn's father's chair, a bowl of cereal halfway gone, by the time the naked boy found his way down stairs. His slim young body, hairless now even over his crotch, glowed in the afternoon light as he sidled into the kitchen to get something to eat. Shawn brought his bowl back out to the living room and perched on the couch, his well-fucked ass scooted back on the cushion as he pretended to watch the cartoons that I'd landed on before I started to eat. My load had to be staining the cushion, not that I cared, and I noticed with interest that his little dicklet had yet to go down. I wanted at least another two years from the boy before I left, so I made a show of setting aside my bowl and throwing my bare leg over the arm of the chair. My hand drifted down to cradle my dick through the cloth of my boxers. After a minute, Shawn put his bowl aside and made no pretense of staring.
"Can I suck it," he said, his hand massaging his stiff little prick. I looked over and arched a brow, bringing a self-conscious flush to the boy's pale cheeks, then nodded my head. I leaned back into the cushions, legs spread, as Shawn hurried over to drop to his knees between my feet, his heard darting down to seize my dick between his soft lips. Like every other beginner cockslut Shawn overshot, gagging as my teen dick hit the back of his throat. The boy recoiled, choking, but kept his lips sealed around my head as he got used to meat filling his mouth. One of his hands crept up to cup my balls, still only lightly furred at 14 years, while the other slid down to play with his little marble sized ones, now completely bare. The boy found a rhythm on my dick that let him both suck and breathe and set to with a will, taking my shaft a fraction of an inch further with every other bob. In maybe ten minutes he was sliding up and down my entire cock, his lips pressing on my sack with every downward thrust, and I put my hands lightly on the sides of his shaggy haired head, gripping suddenly to hold him against my pubes. Shawn gurgled and gagged, his brown eyes wide as he started up at me, the head of my dick well past his gag reflex and buried in his throat. The boy looked so stunned and pale, so frantic for release, that I felt my balls empty right there, blowing wad after wad of teenage cream down the kid's throat, burying my load without seeing a drop released. I relented enough to pull out after seven shots, letting Shawn grab a breath, but plunged my still-hard dick back in immediately after, the mass of meat forcing a drop of cream from the corner of Shawn's lips. I thrust a few more times, sating myself with both the physical feel of orgasm and the knowledge that I could get off without any temporal shift. I eventually let up, releasing the boy to rock back on his bare heels, and stood to walk out to the pool, oblivious to his prominent and unaddressed meat.
I sunned my lean body for maybe fifteen minutes before Shawn came out of the house. He crouched down at the edge of the pool, his eyes locked on my floating young form, and cleared his throat to speak.
"Will you fuck me again," he asked, his dick hard between his bent legs. I eyed him from the float chair, my own dick still limp, happy that I'd turned him into the slut he should be. "Maybe. Why do you want me to?" I sculled toward him with my hands, staying casual as he sought a response.
"It felt good," he finally said, giving up on any further excuse. " I liked the feel of your dick inside me. Will you do it again?" Even though he now had the body of an 11 year-old, Shawn still had a brain that remembered being 15. His overly-sophisticated sex drive pushed him on, seeking more of the amazing contact that had sent him to such an undreamed-of edge, and his slim hips waved his little hard dick in the air as he waited for my reply. I waited a few seconds, purely to drive him nuts, then smiled and paddled over to the edge. I'd barely cleared the side when he had me wrapped in his arms, his lips seeking mine as his little boy dick ground against my thigh.
Shawn's slippery little body, coated with sweat, moved against mine as I scooped one arm under his ass and hauled him up against me, his tiny cock sliding against my shallow abs as our tongues danced together. My own hardening dick jutted beneath his spread ass cheeks, pressing up into the soft valley between them as his legs wrapped around my waist. If he was reluctant to get fucked again he certainly didn't show it, thrusting his tiny cock against my belly with rapid, almost frantic strokes. I decided to give him his wish.
Shawn's little body weighed less than a hundred pounds, so it was no trouble for me to scoop him up and cradle him with one arm, holding his smooth skin against me as my other hand slid up his back to caress his shaggy head. I waddled over to a deck chair, feeling the way with my feet, until I could lower him to the surface and kneel down to pay him the fullest respect. Shawn's naked little hole lay before me, his knees pulled back to frame his tiny cocklet, so I plunged my face between his thighs to savor his little boy-hole. My tongue slipped inside him easily, pushing aside his tight anal lips to taste the remnants of my previous load. The cream of my own balls dripped down my chin as I explored Shawn's private place, slicking my way forward as I pushed a finger into his ass. The boy threw back his dark head and moaned, lost in a world where his little cocklet was a sideshow and nothing else.
The plunge inside Shawn's hole was all the sweeter for the foreplay I'd spent warming him up. The boy shuddered and writhed as my (relatively) short dick slid in, filling his hole until my balls pressed firm on his ass. One feature of my curse seemed constant: I didn't need to spend much time fucking before I released, but this time I managed to spin out the fun for almost ten minutes, taking my pleasure in the young boy's ass until the mounting waves of feeling pushed my balls into cumming. I unloaded blast after blast into Shawn, slicking him up again as the wave of age flooded down my body, sending tiny brown hairs sprouting down my smooth chest and over my balls, while my cock grew almost another inch. I held Shawn tight against my heaving chest, glorying in the tight burn of his hold on my dick as the last of my juice dripped down over my sack.
Shawn collapsed against me as our mutual orgasms swept through our heads. His ten year-old body was completely soft and smooth, without a trace of muscle to mar the slender boy's frame. My 15 year-old frame was raring to go in seconds, but I held off to let him recover his head, contenting myself with massaging his feet and lapping up the spilled cum that poured down the crack of his ass. Soon, Shawn's dick was raging hard again, and I felt free to continue.
"Get up on your knees," I said, my voice thick was lust and cum, but commanding nonetheless. Shawn rolled over on his knees, causing the deck chair to creak, and braced himself with his hands on the frame. I knelt up behind him with my dick just touching his ass, the head teased by the twitchings of the boy's reddened hole as I gripped his smooth hips with my hands. This time the soft plunge of my dick was unremarked by any movement on his part, since my weight pinned his knees to the chair, but his hole welcomed my advance with a tight and steady grip. Shawn laid his forehead down on the slatted seat, resting it against the thrust of my eager dick, though his body tensed and writhed with a satisfying rhythm.
Shawn's little dick hung straight down, hard as a nail, though incapable of leaking as my hand found it. I slowly fondled and jacked it, timing myself to my thrusts from above, though I knew damn well I got the better of the deal. The boy seemed happy with my touch, his ass writhing against my crotch as I ground into him, the rest of his body motionless and at my mercy. My dick cleared his ass as I pulled out to slam home again, forcing a grunt out of him, again and again. I fucked the boy's body as hard as I could, slamming my hard dick into him as far as I could go, tearing sudden gasps from his pretty mouth as I buried myself balls deep into his hole. I'm sure it hurt going in, but Shawn was a trooper, never letting a sigh pass his pink, swollen lips unless it was one of pleasure. I rolled onto my side and gripped the boy's hips, burying my cock in his hole as it fired blast after blast. His eyes rolled back and his dick shook in an endless dry cum as he matched my orgasm, but the loss of age swallowed his joy even as it amplified my own. My dick swelled to nine inches as his shrank to two, his hole so tight that it almost cut into my shaft. I pulled out, putting a hand on his hip to hold his body in place, and dropped the remnants of my load on his stomach. Shawn lay back and gloried in the afterglow of yet another cum, his innocent face turned up toward the sky as I cleaned the tip of my prick on his skin. He flopped over on his back and draped an arm across his face, clearly done for the day. I walked inside to shower, feeling my dick rise again even as I did.
I steamed and scrubbed myself without interference, and afterward went into Shawn's room to search for clothes that might fit. A pair of his boxers were tight across my waist, and a large pair shorts and extra large tee did more to mask the bulge of my cock than disguise my avidity, but that really didn't matter once I'd come down the stairs. Nine year-old Shawn was sitting naked on the big chair, his tiny dicklet stiff in the air. I looked at him as he jacked his meat, my mouth watering at the sight as he pulled his feet up on the cushion to expose his raw hole to view. I ripped off my shirt and undid my shorts as I strode near, shoving them down to be kicked off over my feet. My rising dick met Shawn's hole, still sloppy with cum, and plunged deep once again.
This time I swept Shawn up in my arms, cradling the boy's waist and shoulders as I pounded against his weight. His little body bounced up and down against my crotch, flung into the air by the power of my thrusts and meeting my hips on the rebound as he came down. He couldn't even speak, his mouth stretched in one long grimace of joy, his little fingers gripping my sides hard enough to bruise as I fucked him senseless. This time I rode right through the change, my cum flowing out as a year flowed in, defining my muscles and spreading hair on my balls as they emptied into his hole. Seven year-old Shawn bounced even higher as my hips slammed his butt, his tiny weight almost nothing against the sheer heat of his cunt. I eventually slowed, and cradled his dazed head to my chest, my cock still buried deep in his chute.
"Shawn," I whispered, stroking the back of his sweaty neck. "You ok, bud?" I stiffened as I felt his lips find my nipple, latching on to suck with the reflexes of a newborn. His teeth teased at my nip, his tongue lapped at the nub, and my dick pulsed and hardened again. My thrusts gained strength, gathering to start flinging him in the air once again, his hole never clearing the tip of my dick. His legs flopped bonelessly at my sides, his arms limp by my chest as his entire body absorbed the energy of my fuck. Shawn's lips released my nip as feeling overwhelmed him, blanking out his mind so completely that he couldn't even move as wave after wave of cum flooded his belly. I slowed my thrusts, then held him there, rooted on my cock, his tiny body held easily in my arms. Shawn was completely out of it, his brain blanked out from the pleasure and the loss of age. I staggered over to the couch and collapsed, cuddling the boy to my chest as I caught my breath.
The early morning light woke me, and I sat up and tried to take stock. Shawn's body was still pinned on my (now soft) dick, his head draped against my bare chest. My cum had glued us together, tangling the mass of pubes above my pole and adhering to his smooth little ass. Lifting him up and pulling the sticky mass away woke him, not to mention the loss of my dick slipping out of his ass. Shawn fussed and whined like the kid he was, before falling fast asleep. I tucked a blanket around him and went upstairs, grabbing a quick shower before rifling his parents' room for clothing and all the cash I could find. I came quietly downstairs and paused before the couch to look down at the sleeping kid. He wasn't bad, overall, I thought, just an arrogant prick. Growing up again would give him the chance to do it right. I planted a soft kiss on his cheek and let myself out the door, into the dawning light.
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