Would Be Rapist Young Kid

The boy's hands trembled as he waved the knife in my face.

"Now your belt", he rasped, dropping my t-shirt on the leaves behind him. As I slowly unbuckled my belt, I took a good look at my would-be teenage rapist. He was young, and very nervous. He was only about 5'5", nine inches shy of my 6'2", and had just enough baby fat left to give his body that adorable plump smoothness of a healthy adolescent.

His sandy hair was short and spiky, and his pale, freckled face was flushed with fear, excitement and, from the iron bulge in his shorts, young hard lust. His clothes were in the latest baggy style, a bright red polo shirt tucked into cargo shorts that hung down past his knees. A white, upside down visor, black Vans and white ankle socks only complemented an already mouth-watering picture.

I handed him my belt and saw his arm jerk as I brushed his fingers with mine.

"Take off your shoes and socks," he commanded, dropping the belt. Well, his confidence is certainly growing, I thought as I bent down to fumble with my laces. When he first spoke to me on the sidewalk I could barely hear his terrified stuttering.

I had been taking a late-night walk around the campus of the small state college where I'm a junior English major. Finals are only two days away, and after a whole day spent locked in my room trying to finish a 20 page paper that I had left way too late, I had decided to take a walk to clear my head. Our campus is huge, half-covered in thick woods, which are separated from the dorms by the athletic fields. The main road ran in a long curve from the dorms, past the fields and through the woods before it reached the campus entrance. It was lit by widely spaced street lights that only intensified the deep wall of blackness that marked the edge of the woods, which came right up to the sidewalk. Here, on the far side of the road's curve, almost a mile of trees and fields lay between the sidewalk and my room. The campus police made frequent warnings about the danger of walking alone out here, but being my 20 year old, 6'2", 190 pound self I never figured I'd have a problem.

And I never did, until this kid stepped out of the woods in front of me and flashed his ridiculous little pocket knife. Now, a pocket knife is almost useless as a weapon, especially when wielded by a trembling teenage boy. When he pointed the knife and told me to stop, I almost laughed and kept walking, but I have a definite thing for young skater boys and here was one of the hottest I'd ever seen. I figured I'd hear what he wanted, and then beat the shit out of him if it was money. It'd be a shame to bruise that smooth face with the cute little pug nose, but at least I would be able to touch him.

His demand, however, wasn't for my money, but for something a little different.

"Yo-you're going to blow me", he stuttered. What?! Was I hearing this? Was this walking wet dream actually demanding that I suck his cock? Thank you lord! Best not seem too eager though...

"What?" I asked, pretending to be stunned.

He looked nervous and whispered a little louder, "I want you to blow me."

"You're serious?"

"Yes! Now get into the woods!" as he pointed towards the woods with the knife.

"OK, dude, OK, just take it easy with the knife."

I stepped off the sidewalk and into the dark under the trees.

"Keep going," he said, following close behind me. I held my hands up in mock surrender and walked forward, following what seemed to be a path. After a few hundred feet, during which I heard the boy's breathing quicken, the path led to a small clearing. The road and street lights had completely disappeared from view, and the only light came from the full moon, which was quite bright.

"Stop and turn around," said the boy, standing a few feet away from me.

"Now take off your shirt..."

I tossed my socks onto the growing pile of clothes behind the boy and stood up.

"You know what's next. Take 'em off!" Feeling the dry leaves under my bare feet and the warm breeze on my naked chest, I slowly unzipped my shorts. The boy's eyes were nailed to my crotch as I hooked my thumbs into the waist of my boxers and began to pull both down my legs. When my stiffening, 7.5 inch cock bounced free of my waistband, the kid kind of gasped and rubbed his free hand up against the front of his shorts. I dropped my shorts and boxers and stood up, thrusting my hips forward toward the boy.

"What now," I asked. The kid started like I had jabbed him with a pin, wrenching his eyes from my now fully hard, pulsing cock.

"Uh, get on your knees and come here."

I dropped down and began to crawl forward, stopping only a few inches from the boy's tented shorts. Unbidden, I ran my hand over the rock hard lump, feeling a damp spot on the cloth at the tip.

"You're gonna need to lose those," I whispered. The kid, his eyes closed and his face shuddering, only nodded. I stood back up and tugged the kid's shirt from his waistband, whispering "Raise your arms." He did, knife forgotten in his hand, and I slipped his shirt up over his head, knocking his visor to the ground and dropping the shirt on top of it.

His bare chest glowed in the moonlight. His nipples were two quarter sized mounds jutting sharply from the smooth, hairless flesh. I ran my hand over his warm skin, caressing the soft mounds of his two slight boy tits. I tweaked one of his nipples and he gasped, so I leaned over and sucked the other one into my mouth. I worked his nipple like a tiny dick, swirling my tongue around the bumpy base and teasing the hard tip. My free hand roamed over his torso, feeling the silky skin of his back and belly.

I dropped back down to me knees, freeing his well-slicked nipple. It was time to see what this kid was so desperate to have serviced. He placed his free hand on my shoulder as I unzipped his fly. The cloth covered head of his boy-prick jutted from the opening, and I leaned forward and engulfed it with my mouth. The kid grunted as I slowly worked the nicely sized head with my lips. The musky taste of piss and precum filled my mouth, and his deep boy smell went straight from my nose to my dick. I took advantage of my kneeling position to untie his shoes. I lifted his feet and slipped one and then the other shoe off, giving each of his sock covered feet a quick rub as I handled them. The boy, who now had both hands on my head, made no objection.

The front of his boxers were soaked with spit and precum, and I unsnapped the button to his shorts. I slid the cargos down, revealing that the boxers covering my mouthful of young cock had a picture of Superman across the front. I lifted each of his feet again, helping him step out of the shorts. I trailed my hands over his calves, tickling the downy hairs lightly sprinkled over this man-boy's firm legs. His thighs were unexpectedly hard and muscular, meaning he probably was a skater.

My hands were back at his waist, and I hooked my fingers inside his boxers, slowly pulling downwards. I stopped suckling at his cock and dragged the cloth free, revealing the beautiful 5.5 inch rod. He had a little patch of hair above his cock and none below. His balls were drawn up tight in their wrinkled sack, churning up the sweet boy juice that would be spurting out much too soon.

I dropped his boxers at his feet and went straight back to his cock. I pursed my lips around the head and teased his slit with my tongue, lapping at the flood of precum. I spent a minute or so concentrating on the head, tracing the ridge the crowned it and worshiping the spongy flesh. When I slid my lips forward, slowly sucking his cock into my mouth all the way down to the root, his legs almost buckled.

I pulled off and suggested "Why don't you lie down?"

He flung himself backward and spread his bare legs, his prick stabbing straight up to the sky. The knife had dropped long ago, unheeded by either of us. I crawled on my belly up between his legs and slurped back down on his cock. I was able to take the whole thing down, my nose buried in his wispy pubes, and I began to bob my head, running my pursed lips from tip to root. He began moaning and rubbing his hands over his chest and belly, and I knew he'd blow soon. To slow things down I pulled off of his cock and switched to tonguing his tight balls, sucking one and then the other into my mouth.

He reached down and began to rub his cock over my face, smearing me with spit and precum. I took the hint and switched back to the main course, alternating between bobbing up and down the whole length and flicking my tongue over the underside, feeling the fat vein pulse and twitch. He was panting and making thrusting motions with his hips, so I knew he was close. I sucked right down to the root and massaged the whole underside with my tongue. His dick began to jerk and I felt the first searing blast of cum jet against my throat.

Wave after wave of boy spunk filled my mouth, and I tried to puff out my cheeks to hold it, but some leaked out. Finally, after a good nine or ten spurts, his balls emptied. I held his twitching cock in its warm jizz bath, using my tongue to milk his urethra of every last drop. After about a minute, when his cock was beginning to soften, I slurped up as much creamy spunk as I could and released his wonderful tool.

I licked up the few streams of milky cum that had escaped and then sat back on my heels. The boy was laying there, eyes closed, chest heaving, swimming in the glow of his first consensual orgasm. I stood quietly and began to pull on my discarded clothes, using the waistband of my shorts to trap my cock against my belly. The kid was looking up at me, smiling, looking just as hot as any boy I could ever dream of.

"Thanks," he whispered. I smiled back and pulled a slip of paper from my wallet, jotting my name and phone number on it. I bent down and laid it on his bare belly, saying "Call me some time. I think you can forget the knife." Still smiling, I turned and walked quickly back to the road and my room, already dreaming of the boy from the woods.

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written by danrafe