Web of Depravity Chapter 1
(✿◕‿◕✿)🦾🍆💦🍑 👅Web of Depravity – by Ben Cohen 👅🍑💦🍆🦾(✿◕‿◕✿)
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THIS STORY IS TOTAL FICTION. Any resemblance to actual people is unintended, and purely coincidental.
THIS STORY CONTAINS GAY SEX, as well as SEX BETWEEN ADULTS AND MINORS. Please go away if this subject matter offends you. ALWAYS REMEMBER: Looking is fine, fantasizing is great, but NEVER harm a boy and take away his innocence, as it can never be replaced.
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💦💦💦💦💦Chapter 01💦💦💦💦💦
Growing up in a small town in West Virginia where the biggest excitement was the annual county fair, I never imagined I'd end up half a world away, knee-deep in sand and secrets. Joining the military was my escape, a way to prove myself beyond the narrow confines of my birthplace. Afghanistan wasn't just another deployment; it was a harsh teacher, showing me the true meaning of desolation and resilience.
Out here, the landscape is as unforgiving as the people are resilient. Every day feels like a battle against the elements and the enemy, but it's the internal war that weighs heaviest on me. Although being gay in the military is still frowned upon; it's not a career-ender. But, due to a life-long rooted fear of being ridiculed and isolated, I continued keep my head down, my mouth shut, and my heart guarded.
The sun was dipping below the jagged mountains, painting the sky in hues of orange and purple. It was just another routine patrol with my team, the monotony broken only by the occasional call to check our surroundings. The desert's silence was a constant companion, punctuated by the rhythmic crunch of our boots on the gravel. But today, something different caught my ear—a faint, desperate cry that seemed to rise and fall with the wind. I held up a hand, signalling the team to halt. They knew the drill; every sound out here could be a potential threat. I strained to pinpoint the source of the noise, my heart pounding in my chest. It wasn't uncommon to come across civilians, but this sounded different, more urgent. "Stay sharp," I whispered, my eyes scanning the horizon. "I think there's someone out there." We moved cautiously, weapons at the ready, until we spotted him—a young boy, no more than eleven or twelve, lying partially hidden by a rocky outcrop. His clothes were tattered, and his face was smeared with dirt and blood. He looked up as we approached, his eyes wide with fear and pain. "Easy, kid," I said, kneeling beside him. "We're not gonna hurt you." He didn't respond, just clutched his leg, wincing. I glanced at my team, who nodded in understanding. We needed to get him some help, fast. "Let's move," I ordered, gently lifting the boy into my arms. He was lighter than I expected, his body frail and trembling. "We're gonna get you fixed up, okay?"
His gaze flicked between me and my rifle before he nodded slightly, accepting my offer of aid. I radioed for medical assistance and then set about stabilizing his leg as best I could with the supplies in my pack.
"What's your name?" I asked, trying to keep him calm.
"Khaled," he replied, his voice weak.
"Well, Khaled, we're going to get you fixed up," I assured him.
The medics arrived quickly, and after a thorough examination, they agreed that Khaled needed more comprehensive care than we could provide in the field. It was decided that I would accompany him back to base, both for security and because I seemed to have gained his trust.
On the ride back, Khaled remained silent, his eyes darting around as if searching for something familiar in the unfamiliar surroundings. I couldn't help but notice the delicate features of his face, even smeared with dirt and blood. His high cheekbones, large expressive eyes, and full lips were strikingly beautiful, a testament to the typical Afghani beauty. Despite his injuries and the dust that covered him, there was an undeniable allure about him. As I made sure he was comfortable once we arrived at the base, I found myself struggling to keep my composure. My secret weakness had always been young, pretty boys, and Khaled was no exception. His innocent yet knowing gaze stirred something within me, a mix of guilt and desire that I had long suppressed. I busied myself with arranging his bedding and fetching water, all the while fighting the growing arousal that threatened to expose my hidden desires.
At the base, Khaled, after a bit of hesitancy, began to reveal that he was taking his sheep to feed them in the valley when suddenly one of the lambs escaped from the herd and started to venture deep into the mountains. Khaled started to chase after it and was climbing up an incline about 5 metres when he slipped his footing and fell, landing heavily on the rocks. He was unconscious for some time before being awaken by us.
Over the next few days, as Khaled recovered, a bond began to form between us. He started opening up about his life in the village, sharing stories of hardship and survival. He was surprisingly eloquent and well-conversant in English, and when I inquired, he revealed that his parents were Muslim with his father being a former diplomat in the UK. When he was 5, his father brought them to Afghanistan for a diplomatic mission but tragically their vehicle was destroyed by a landmine, which from Khaled's description, could be a PMN-1. Only Khaled was able to survive from the blast as he was at the back of the vehicle and was ejected from it, which is purely by divine intervention. He was then rescued by an elderly female who found him severely injured and bleeding. She brought him to her village where her family was able to treat and nurse him back to health. Khaled was dazed for a few weeks and was unable to recall what had occurred but his memory gradually began to return. He had a very difficult time coming to terms with the devastating loss of his parents, but through the love of his newfound family, he started to acclimatize to his current life. His Middle Eastern features also helped him to blend into the family and the whole village began to accept him as their own. However, he said the pain of losing his parents continues to haunt him to this day.
As Khaled continued to reveal his tragic past, each word he spoke, each smile he offered, only deepened my attraction. I knew I had to guard my secret fiercely, but being around Khaled was becoming increasingly challenging. The more time we spent together, the harder it became to ignore the physical response he elicited from me. Yet, I remained determined to keep our interactions platonic, even as my body betrayed me with every stolen glance and innocent touch.
One evening, as I was carefully changing his bandages, Khaled's hand suddenly grasped mine. His touch was tentative, yet firm. "Thank you, Dave," he murmured, his eyes locking with mine. They were deep and thoughtful, carrying a weight that seemed far beyond his years. "You don't have to thank me, Khaled," I replied, though a warmth spread through my chest at his gratitude. "I'm just doing what anyone would do." He hesitated, then spoke again, his voice barely above a whisper. "In my village, the elders say... they say the US soldiers are the true murderers. That you come here to kill innocent people and the Taliban has to fight against infidels like you to save the innocent. After hearing this, I was afraid... of being discovered by them, of being labelled as an infidel if they realised my true identity, and for that I started to despise the American soldiers."
I paused his talk, meeting his gaze steadily. "Khaled, those are just stories, rumours spread by the Taliban to turn people against us. We're not here to harm anyone. We're here to help, to protect."
He looked down, tracing patterns on the blanket with his finger. "So, the real atrocities... are they done by the Taliban?"
"Yes," I affirmed, my voice firm. "The Taliban commit terrible acts, targeting civilians, destroying homes. We fight against that, to bring peace and stability."
Khaled nodded slowly, absorbing my words. Then, almost shyly, he added, "You are different, Dave. You are strong, like the mountains, but gentle like the morning breeze. You reminds me of how my life used to be with my parents in the UK. You are kind and considerate. In my village, the elder males... they do not care for young boys like this. They use them, for their needs only." His admission hung in the air between us, charged with an undercurrent of vulnerability and curiosity. I felt a surge of protectiveness towards him, mixed with a growing desire that I struggled to suppress. "Khaled," I said softly, "it's important to see people for who they are, not what others say they are. I'm here to help you, to be your friend." He smiled then, a small, genuine smile that lit up his face. "I find you very fascinating, Dave. By your looks, by the strength in your body, and the gentle way you look after me." The intensity of his gaze made my heart race. I knew I had to tread carefully, to maintain the boundary between protector and the one protected. But the pull of his admiration was undeniable, stirring emotions within me that I had long kept buried.
As the days turned into weeks, our conversations grew deeper, touching on topics I wouldn't have expected from someone so young. One night, as we sat under the stars, Khaled leaned closer to me.
"Dave, do you think it's possible for two people from such different worlds to understand each other?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
"I think so," I answered honestly, feeling the weight of his question. "It's all about being open and honest with each other."
He nodded, seeming satisfied with my response. As the night wore on, our bodies naturally gravitated closer together until our shoulders touched. The contact sent a jolt through me, unexpected and electric. I glanced at him, but his eyes were fixed on the horizon, lost in thought.
Later, as I lay in my bunk, sleep eluded me. The memory of Khaled's nearness under the stars replayed in my mind, vivid and intoxicating. His vulnerability was a magnet, drawing me in deeper than I intended. Each night, his image haunted my dreams, his strength mingling with a fragility that made him all the more endearing. I found myself captivated not just by his looks, but by the subtle scent that seemed to cling to him—a mix of earth and something uniquely him, utterly arousing. It was a scent that lingered in my nostrils long after he had left the room, stirring desires I had fought so hard to suppress. Day by day, my control slipped. The attraction wasn't just physical; it was an emotional pull that defied logic. Every smile, every laugh, every quiet moment we shared chipped away at the walls I had built around my heart. I knew this was dangerous territory, yet I couldn't turn away. Khaled had become my undoing, and I was powerless to resist.
The next day, I found myself watching him more closely, noticing the way his shirt clung to his slight frame, the curve of his lips when he smiled. When he caught me staring, I quickly looked away, embarrassed by my own thoughts. But he didn't seem put off; instead, there was a knowing look in his eyes that made my heart race.
That evening, as I walked him back to the makeshift infirmary, he stopped me with a hand on my arm. "Dave, can I ask you something personal?"
"Of course," I replied, curious and a bit nervous.
"Do you ever feel... lonely here?" he asked, his gaze intense.
"Sometimes," I admitted, surprised by his insight.
His gaze dropped to my lips, then flicked back up, hinting at a longing that mirrored my own. I felt a surge of attraction, mingled with a nervous flutter in my stomach. His words were a confession, a revelation that stirred something primal within me. "In my village, there's a tradition called 'Bacha Bazi,'" Khaled began, his voice trembling slightly. "It's where men buy and keep adolescent boys for entertainment and... and sex. The elders... they used me. Sometimes, a whole group of them at once. They showed me pleasures I never knew existed." His eyes met mine, filled with a mixture of shame and something else—a hint of desire.
"Gradually, I started to crave it. But I was afraid of being called an 'izak,' a derogatory term for boys who like boys. It's okay for the elders to have sex with young boys during 'Bacha Bazi,' but boys and men having sex with each other outside of that, without getting married to the opposite sex when the time comes, is frowned upon." He paused, taking a deep breath before continuing. "Several of my friends talk about these feelings too. We've created a secret group where we would go to the mountains under the guise of playing hide and seek and have sex with each other. But we keep this as a secret, afraid of being ridiculed." Khaled's voice grew softer, almost wistful. "We all wish for a place where we could have sex with whoever we want, as many times as we want, without fear."
Khaled's confession hung in the air between us, heavy with longing and vulnerability. I felt a surge of protectiveness towards him, mixed with a growing desire that I struggled to suppress. His honesty was a beacon, drawing me in deeper than I intended. Each word he spoke chipped away at the walls I had built around my heart, revealing a connection that defied logic and reason. "Khaled," I began, my voice steady but filled with emotion, "what you're feeling is completely normal. In my country, men can marry other men, have families, and live openly. I too have always been attracted to males. I also dream that one day, I would start a family and live without hiding who I am."
His eyes widened, a mixture of surprise and hope lighting up his face. "Really? But what about here, in the military?"
"It's still difficult," I admitted, my voice lowering. "Being gay in the military isn't easy, even though it's legal now. I struggle to keep it a secret, but your honesty has made me realize how important it is to be true to myself."
Khaled's gaze intensified, his breath quickening. "Dave, if you allow me, I would take care of you. I've always wished for someone as handsome, as strong, as kind as you. I want to show you how much I desire you, how much I long to be with you." His words were like a flame, igniting a fire within me. He stepped closer, his body brushing against mine, sending shivers down my spine. "I want to touch you, feel you," he whispered, his voice husky and seductive. "I want to explore every inch of your body, to make you feel things you've never felt before." His hand reached out, gently tracing the outline of my jaw. "I want to kiss you, taste you," he murmured, his lips inches from mine. "I want to be the one who makes you forget everything else, who makes you feel alive."
Khaled's boldness was intoxicating, his words arousing me beyond measure. I could feel my resolve crumbling, the desire to give in overwhelming. Yet, a part of me held back, aware of the age difference and the implications. "Khaled," I breathed, my voice thick with conflict, "you're still so young. I've never... I mean, you're basically a child." He smiled, a wicked glint in his eyes. "Age is just a number, Dave. And when it comes to sex, I'm more than experienced. In my village, I've been with men much older, much stronger. I know what I'm doing."
I hesitated, my mind racing. "But I'm strong, Khaled. Really strong. And... well, I have a big cock. I'm afraid I might hurt you."
Khaled laughed softly, a seductive tone in his voice. "Don't worry about that, Dave. I've taken big cocks before. My little pussy can handle any pounding. You don't need to hold back on my account."
As Khaled spoke, his hand slid slowly up my chest, his fingers tracing the hard contours of my muscles with a deliberate sensuality. His touch was electric, each movement sending shivers through me that resonated deep in my core. He lingered over my nipples, which were already hard and erect, stimulated by the cool night air and his intense gaze. With a gentle yet firm pressure, he began to pinch them, alternating between the two, each tweak more thrilling than the last. "You are so strong, Dave," Khaled murmured, his voice a low, seductive purr. "Look at these muscles... they're like steel. I can feel the power in your chest, the way it moves under my fingers." His praise was intoxicating, each word a caress that heightened my arousal. He continued to stroke my chest, his fingers gliding over my skin with a practiced ease that spoke of experiences far beyond his years. His eyes locked onto mine, filled with a mixture of admiration and desire that made my heart pound.
"I want to taste you," Khaled whispered, his voice husky with longing. "I want to lick every inch of your chest, suck on these big, hard nipples until you can't think of anything else." The thought of Khaled's mouth on me, his tongue exploring my flesh, was almost too much to bear. My breath came faster, my body responding instinctively to his words and touch. The idea of his lips and tongue lavishing attention on my nipples, drawing out the sensations until I was lost in pleasure, was an erotic image that fuelled my growing desire. Khaled's hand moved lower, his fingers teasing the line of hair that trailed down from my chest, hinting at further explorations. "I want to make you feel good, Dave. I want to show you how much I appreciate your strength, your kindness." His words were a promise, a vow that sent a thrill of anticipation through me. I knew this was dangerous, that we were crossing lines that could have severe consequences, but in that moment, all I could focus on was the heat of his hand, the seductive promises in his voice, and the undeniable connection that had formed between us. "You are so strong, Dave," he murmured, his hand sliding down to my abdomen, then lower still. "So powerful. I can feel your desire, even through your clothes." I swallowed hard, my cock hardening rapidly, straining against my trousers. The bulge was unmistakable, a testament to my arousal. Khaled's eyes widened, fascination gleaming in their depths. He reached out, his hand trembling slightly as he touched the hard bulge.
"Oh my... it... it is huge!" Khaled breathed, his fingers hesitating around the outline of my erection. "You weren't exaggerating, were you? It really is a beast hidden in there." His hands fumbled with the waistband of my trousers, curiosity and awe mingling in his gaze as he tugged them down just enough to let the head of my cock escape its confines. It emerged, swollen and eager, pulsing with the intensity of my restrained desire. I watched, fascinated, as Khaled struggled to encircle the girth of my cock with one hand. As Khaled's fingers encircled my erection, I couldn't help but think about the sheer size of my cock. Nine inches long, and thick enough that I often needed both hands to jack it off. Whenever I had sex with someone back home, they always seemed surprised, sometimes even intimidated by its length and girth. Only one of them had managed to deep throat it fully, a feat that had left me both amazed and incredibly turned on.
The memory of those earlier struggles added an extra layer of excitement to the moment, knowing that Khaled was now faced with the same challenge. His eyes widened as he took in the sight, his fingers barely able to wrap around the shaft. The hardness of my cock was evident, standing proudly from my body, flushed and eager for attention.
Khaled's eyes widened with awe. "This is the biggest cock I've ever seen," he breathed, his voice filled with admiration. "It's magnificent, Dave. So thick and long... I can barely wrap my hand around it." He began to stroke me slowly, his hand moving up and down the shaft, each movement deliberate and sensual. "I love sucking on a big, hard cock," Khaled admitted, his voice low and husky. "The taste of precum, the feel of it sliding down my throat... I crave it, Dave. Oh...I really need to taste you now." His words were dirty and erotic, each sentence stoking the fire of my desire.
As he spoke, Khaled leaned closer, inhaling deeply near my groin. "Your scent... it's intoxicating," he murmured, his nose brushing against my balls. "The muskiness of your male scent... I want to keep sniffing it, bury my face in it." He pressed his face closer, his breath warm against my skin, sending shivers through me. "I want to stuff my whole face there," Khaled continued, his voice muffled against my crotch. "To breathe in your essence, to let it fill me up."
His words were a promise of pleasures to come, a tantalizing preview of what he intended to do. The combination of his dirty talk and the intimate proximity of his face to my cock was overwhelming. My arousal was at its peak, my cock hard and ready, aching for the touch of his lips and tongue.
Khaled leaned in, his tongue flicking out with a practiced precision to catch the bead of precum that had formed at the tip of my cock. The taste seemed to delight him, and he hummed softly, his eyes closing in appreciation. "So sweet," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. "I could taste this all day." He then began to lick around the head of my cock, his tongue tracing lazy circles that sent shivers up my spine. Each swipe was deliberate, adding to the growing tension in my body. "Your cock tastes amazing, Dave," he whispered, his breath hot against my skin. "I want more." With that, Khaled's lips wrapped around the head of my cock, sucking gently as he bobbed his head, taking me deeper with each movement. His efforts were valiant, but the sheer size of my erection soon became apparent. He tried to take more of me into his mouth, his throat muscles working hard to accommodate the intrusion. But it was too much, too fast. He gagged, his eyes watering as he pulled back, coughing and retching.
"It's okay, Khaled," I reassured him, though my own body was screaming for release. "Take your time." He nodded, wiping his eyes, and then dove back in, determined. This time, he took a slower approach, easing me inch by inch into his mouth. Each attempt was met with a struggle, his throat convulsing around my cock as he gagged and retched. Spittle mixed with phlegm coated my shaft, creating a frothy mess that clung to my skin. Despite the discomfort, Khaled's determination was unwavering. He licked up the mess, cleaning my cock with his tongue, savouring every drop. "I won't give up," he panted, his voice strained. "I need to feel you deep inside me." As he continued to suck, his hand moved down to cup and squeeze my balls, tugging gently. The sensation of his mouth and hand working in tandem was almost too much to bear. Each time he tried to deep throat me, his throat muscles squeezed my cock, sending waves of pleasure through my body.
"That's it, Khaled," I groaned, my hands gripping the edge of the bed. "You're doing so well." His eyes locked onto mine, filled with a mixture of pride and lust. "I want to make you cum, Dave," he whispered, his voice hoarse. "I want to taste every drop." The thought of Khaled's throat milking my cock, his lips sealed tightly around my shaft, was an image that pushed me almost to the brink. My arousal was at its peak, my body trembling with the need to release. The combination of his dirty talk, the feel of his throat muscles squeezing me, and the sight of his determined face was overwhelming. I knew I wouldn't last much longer.
I groaned, my hands finding his hair, guiding him as he devoured me. The pleasure was overwhelming, every stroke of his tongue a promise of release.
"Suck it, Khaled," I breathed, my voice hoarse with desire. "Take it all in. Show me how much you crave it." He obeyed, his mouth working feverishly, his hand pumping the base of my cock in time with his thrusts.
I felt the urgency building, the pressure in my balls signalling an impending release. But I didn't want it to end so soon; there was so much more I wanted to experience with Khaled.
"Wait," I gasped, my voice strained. "It's too soon. I don't wanna come so soon, " I panted, trying to restrain from the release. I pulled my cock away from Khaled's mouth; it pulsed and trembled with the pent up release. I held my cock aloft and pulled my balls, showing them to Khaled. "My balls... suck on them Khaled. They need attention too."
Khaled, his eyes gleaming with understanding and eagerness, moved lower, his breath warm against my sac as he took in the sight of my swollen balls, glistening with a mix of spit and phlegm from our earlier exertions. "They're so big," he murmured, his fingers gently squeezing and weighing them. "I've never seen such large balls. They must hold so much cum." His fascination was evident as he continued to explore, his fingers tracing the contours of my scrotum. He then held my balls at their roots, securing them firmly between his thumb and index finger. With a gentle tug, he stretched them away from my body, the skin taut and the balls looking almost painfully elongated.
"Look at them," Khaled whispered, his voice filled with awe. "Stretched like this... they're beautiful." He then began to lave them, his tongue flicking out to lick each ball in turn, savouring the taste and texture. His mouth closed around one, sucking and biting gently, making wanton slutty noises that echoed around my groin. The sensation was intense, a mix of pain and pleasure that made me shudder. "That's it," I groaned, my hands gripping his head firmly. "Suck them, Khaled. Show me how much you love them." He obeyed, stuffing both balls into his mouth, his cheeks bulging as he hummed and moaned around them. The sounds were obscene, each noise a testament to his desire and the intensity of the moment. I could feel his throat muscles working, trying to swallow them whole, and the thought drove me wild.
"You're such a dirty boy," I praised, my voice hoarse with lust. "Taking my balls like that... you love it, don't you?" Khaled nodded, his eyes locked onto mine, filled with a mixture of pride and lust. "Yes, Dave," he mumbled around my balls, his voice muffled but clear. "I love every part of you." The sensation was overwhelming, my body writhing in a mix of pain and pleasure. I held his head firmly against my groin, guiding him as he continued to suck and bite, each movement sending waves of arousal through me. "That's it, keep going," I encouraged, my voice breaking with emotion. "You're doing so well."
As Khaled lavished attention on my balls, I felt the pressure building once more. The combination of his dirty talk, the feel of his mouth on my balls, and the sight of his determined face pushed me to the brink. I knew I wouldn't last much longer. My hand instinctively moved to my cock, which had been neglected during Khaled's intense focus on my balls. I started to jack off, harder and faster, my movements desperate and urgent. Each stroke of my hand elicited a groan from deep within me, the sound mingling with the wet noises Khaled made as he continued to suck and lick my balls. "I'm close, Khaled," I warned, my hips bucking involuntarily. "I'm gonna cum."
At my warning, Khaled pulled back, his mouth leaving my balls with a pop. He quickly moved up my shaft, his eyes locked onto mine with wanton lust. He took the head of my cock into his mouth, his tongue flicking over the sensitive underside, targeting the frenulum with precise strokes. The sensation was electrifying, making me lose my mind. I could feel the climax approaching rapidly, my body tensing in anticipation. "Here it comes!" I gasped, my hand still furiously jacking my cock. Khaled's eyes gleamed with excitement as he prepared to take my load. With a final, desperate thrust of my hips, I came, blasting jets and jets of cum into his waiting mouth. He swallowed eagerly, his throat working as he gulped down the huge load. The sight of him swallowing my cum, his eyes never leaving mine, was incredibly erotic. His hand moved to his own cock, stroking and jacking it in time with his swallowing. "Yes, take it all," I groaned, my voice hoarse with lust. "Swallow every drop."
Khaled continued to suck and lick the head of my cock, ensuring not a single drop was wasted. His own orgasm approached, his body tensing as he stroked himself faster. Finally, with a hoarse groan, he came, shooting his cum onto the floor. The sound of his release mingled with his continued swallowing, creating a symphony of pleasure that echoed around the room. As I collapsed back, spent and sated, Khaled pulled away, his lips glistening with my cum. He looked up at me, a satisfied smile playing on his lips. "Thank you, Dave," he whispered, his voice soft and content. "That was... amazing." I nodded, still catching my breath, my heart pounding in my chest. The bond between us had deepened, transformed into something far more intimate.
As I gazed into Khaled's eyes, a whirlwind of thoughts and desires surged through me. The wanton way he had acted, so brazen and confident, belied his young age, and it both intrigued and excited me. The possibilities of what more we could explore together were endless, especially given how open he seemed to be about kinks and fetishes. I wondered about his friends that he said are also potentially gay and have sex with him, whether all of them are of same age or younger. The thought of potentially introducing them to the pleasures I could offer made my cock twitch with renewed interest.
Khaled noticed the change in my demeanour, his eyes widening slightly in surprise as he took in the sight of my hardening erection. His admiration for my virility was evident, and he eagerly leaned in, his voice a mix of curiosity and desire. "You're hard again," he observed, a hint of awe in his tone. "I didn't expect that... but I like it." His hand reached out, gently wrapping around my shaft, his touch sending another wave of arousal through me. "There's so much more we can do, Dave," he murmured, his voice low and seductive. "So many things I want to try with you. And maybe... maybe I can introduce you to some of my friends. They've been curious, just like me, about US Soldiers. We would talk about how handsome they are and how strong they look compared to ours. And, we would also discuss about the size of their cocks." As Khaled spoke, his words ignited a fire within me, stoking the flames of my arousal. His openness about his desires only deepened my attraction to him, making me eager to explore every dark corner of our shared fantasies.
Khaled leaned in closer, his breath hot against my ear as he began to whisper dirty words, each sentence more seductive and erotic than the last. "You know, Dave," he murmured, his voice low and husky, laced with a teasing edge. "Seeing how excited you get when you heard me talking about my friends... it makes me think you're just as perverted as the elders in my village. You love fucking kids like me, don't you?" His words were a taunt, a provocative challenge that stirred something dark and primal within me. I felt a surge of arousal, my cock hardening further at his brazenness. Khaled's hand slid down my chest, his fingers tracing lazy circles around my nipples, adding to the electric tension between us. "But you're different," he continued, his voice dripping with seduction. "You're more handsome, stronger, and so virile. The old men can't compare to you. And I love that about you, Dave. I love that you're a pervert, that you crave the touch of young boys like me." His fingers trailed lower, brushing against the head of my cock, which was now throbbing with need. "I have no doubt that you'll be able to have sex with many of my friends," he whispered, his voice thick with desire. "And you won't get tired. You'll plow them like a stallion, your huge cock filling their small boy pussies until they scream for more."
The image he painted was vivid, erotic, and utterly intoxicating. I could see it in my mind's eye—myself surrounded by eager young boys, my cock being shared and devoured by several of them at once. Khaled's voice grew even more seductive as he described the scene. "I would watch, Dave," he murmured, his breath warm and tantalizing against my skin. "I would watch as your huge cock and balls are devoured by several little boys, their small mouths struggling to take you in, just like I did. I would see them gagging and choking on your massive shaft, their tiny hands trying to wrap around your girth." His voice grew huskier, more provocative. "Imagine it, Dave. Imagine several tongues and mouths devouring your cock and balls, sucking, licking, even teething and chewing on them. Can you feel it? The sensation of multiple tongues swirling around your shaft, each boy desperate to taste every inch of you?" Khaled's words were crude and dirty, each sentence a taunt that stirred the dark desires within me. "Can you imagine the feeling of being surrounded by those eager little mouths, each one vying for a piece of your cock? The wet, sloppy sounds as they slurp and suck, their throats working hard to swallow you whole?" His hand moved with deliberate sensuality, tracing the length of my erection.
"And then, when you can't take it anymore, you'll cum, blasting your load into their waiting mouths. They'll fight over every drop, swallowing greedily, their faces smeared with your cum. It's such a dirty, perverted thing, isn't it, Dave? But you love it, don't you?" Khaled's taunting was relentless, each word a caress that heightened my arousal. "Yes, I love it," I admitted, my voice hoarse with desire. "I love the thought of being devoured by those young boys, of feeling their tongues and mouths on me." His smile was wicked, filled with a mix of pride and lust. "Good," he whispered, his voice a seductive purr. "Because there's so much more we can explore, Dave. So many dirty, perverted things I want to show you. They've always been curious, just like me. And with you... you'd have your work cut out, satisfying all of us." The thought of being surrounded by Khaled's young friends, each one eager to experience the pleasures I could offer, was an intoxicating image. The idea of taking them, one by one, or even all at once, made my cock throb with renewed interest. Khaled's dirty talk was a potent aphrodisiac, pushing me further into a realm of forbidden desires.
"But first," Khaled said stroking my cock, moving his beautiful sexy mouth over my cock head, "let me have a taste again, David. I'm craving again to taste your cum, they are so thick and potent," and he started to devour my cock, humming to himself. His eyes were closed in rapture while slurping my cock noisily. As he continued to suck me, I felt the pressure building once more, my body ready for another round of intense, forbidden pleasure. The bond between us had deepened, transformed into something far more intimate and dangerous. But in that moment, all I could focus on was the heat of his mouth, the squeeze of his throat muscles, the vibrations of his humming, and the flutter of his tongue. As I moved closer to the edge, our bodies aligning once more, I knew that this was indeed just the beginning. The future held countless adventures, each one pushing the boundaries of pleasure and intimacy. With Khaled by my side, there was no limit to what we could achieve together.
To be continued...