Dancing Boy
by Xavier L

This is a fictional story containing sex between an interracial, unrelated adult and a preteen boy.  If you have a hard time separating fantasy from reality, or if this theme turns you off, you shouldn't continue reading.

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I’m on the beginning of my second tour of duty in Afghanistan.  What does that mean?  It means not only am I sick of sand, but I haven’t had pussy in a LONG time and I won’t for a long time to come.  Not really a possibility to change that here either, especially since I’m assigned to a remote village out in the middle of fucking nowhere.  I’ve been developing relationships with the locals and have been able to get my way into several circles.  Tonight I was invited to a party, well their version of one at least.  They had said bacha bazi, but I had no idea what that meant.  I have picked up some Farsi by now, but this was not a term I had heard before.  I’m not a big fan of their traditional garb, but since tonight was a particularly hot one, I decided to wear it anyway.  Gotta love a nice breeze caressing your balls when it’s hot outside.

I showed up and started drinking right away.  Oh, don’t worry.  They don’t allow alcohol either.  Yeah, fuckin’ wonderful place don’t you think?  Anyway, they had some live entertainment, and I was surprised to see a beautiful young girl dancing and singing.  They don’t allow mixing of the sexes like this normally.  She was pretty young, though, so perhaps that was the difference.  A few times she came over to where I sat on the dirty ass floor and kind of flirted with me.  Now before you give me shit about getting turned on by a “young girl” just remember it’s been a LONG time since I’ve had pussy.  I wasn’t to the goat-fucking point, but by now I probably wasn’t that far off.

Anyway, so I was enjoying this girl’s hips, er, movements and singing voice.  Apparently the host took notice.  He leaned over to me and asked “You like?”  I was a bit taken aback.  I blushed and shrugged because I didn’t want to offend him by being interested.  “You take home.  You do me many favors.  I pay back now.”

“Take her home with me?” I asked surprised.  

He gave me an odd look and then smiled widely nodding his head.  “Yes, yes.  You take home.  All yours.  Have very good fun.”

“’Fun’?” I repeated.

He smiled even wider, which seemed impossible, and nodded his head vigorously.  “Oh yes.  VERY good fun time.”

“And. . . that’s okay?”

“Yes, yes.  Special thing.”

I watched her end her dance and go get some water.  All the other men were interested in her as well.  They were even rubbing her arm and openly flirting, which I had never seen them do before.  I knew that while it wasn’t considered completely acceptable, the tribes, especially in remote areas like this, often sold and traded people.  Sometimes they were used as servants and returned to their family’s home every day, sometimes they were completely “owned.”  I suddenly smelled stale breath as my host whispered “You take.  Special gift.”  I felt my head nod as my eyes locked with the girl.

I got up to leave, and the host brought the girl over.  I think he said her name was Pasha.  I can’t say I was really paying attention.  I took her by the hand, took her bag, and we headed back to my small house on the edge of the village.  I put her bag in the living room while she walked around the house looking at things.  I sat down on a large cushion and watched her.  My dick had been hard since we left the party.  She came over to me and sat down, her hand on my thigh.  She looked at the obvious large bulge in my robe and then gazed deeply into my eyes. I felt her hand move up my garment until it was resting on my groin.  Her hand moved along the stiff lump.  I watched her eyes get big as her fingers passed up and down my long, thick shaft.  God had blessed me indeed.  My cock is over eight inches.  I’ve had girls who couldn’t take it.

Her expression reminded me that she was young.  I didn’t know if she was a virgin, but my monster was going to have a hard time fitting in her pussy I bet.  I motioned for her to wait, and I hurried into my room and grabbed one of the bottles of lube I had kind of smuggled in.  When you jack as much as I do, lotion doesn’t cut it.  I returned to the cushion and sat next to her.  I grabbed her hand and returned it to the tent.  She smiled at me and got up and moved between my legs.  The decorations on her outfit made a tinkling noise as she moved.  She pushed the white fabric up until it was over my dick. 

I took hold of her chin and guided her up to my face.  I started kissing her, and then I felt her tongue moving into my mouth.  I returned her kiss eagerly.  I put my hands on her ass and ran them up and down her back as we kissed.  She moved backward, and then her head lowered to my aching rod.  And then she went down on it.  She started sucking my dick slowly.  I removed the robe and put my hand on her head as she serviced my meat.  It wasn’t the best blow I’ve ever received, but goddamn did it do the trick for me!  It had been so long that it didn’t take long before I was ready to shoot.  Oh well, I figured.  There’d be time for fucking later.  

As I started to get even more heated, she moved from my cock to my large hairy balls and sucked on them for a while before returning to my rod and finishing me off.  What was even sweeter was that she automatically swallowed my load!  When she had milked me dry, she looked at me and smiled again and asked in Farsi “Good?” 

I grinned widely and shook my head yes emphatically.  “Yes, VERY good!” I said.  She smiled broadly, and then her mouth was on me again.  I lay down, my legs spread wide, and said “Oh shit!” as she began sucking my dick again.  She slowly worked it until it swelled again and grew to its full fucking glory.  When it was completely rock solid hard again, she got up, turned around, and backed up against me.  She rubbed her ass, well, she was clothed still, against my dick.  I grabbed her hips and ground my pelvis against her.  After a bit she got up.  She had her back to me, but I could see she was lifting the front of her dress up.  I grabbed the lube and rubbed plenty of fluid on my hard meat.  While I did so, she looked at me over her shoulder alluringly.  I saw her unwrapping a black cloth and figured she had used that as a type of panty.

I moved some cushions over next to me so I could spread out more.  I slid onto them as she walked toward me, her dainty hands holding her dress partway up.  She stood over me and then turned around so her back was to me.  She lowered her body to the floor, and I prepared to feel my beast enter her tight cunt.  She gripped my cock as she lowered herself, but I could tell I wasn’t getting inside her pussy.  She was putting it in her ass!  Holy shit! I thought.  She slowly lowered herself, and I do mean slowly.  My hands were on my face rubbing it.  I could barely do anything secondary to the intense ecstasy that was rippling through me as my cock sank into her poop chute.  A girl that would automatically take it up the ass?  Yeah, a fucking keeper for sure!  She was a wild little bitch!  With half my cock shoved up her hole, she started riding it.

As she rode it, I started pumping it and said “Oh my fucking gawd! Ride my cock!” in English.  I’m sure she had no idea what it meant, but my actions should’ve made it clear I was enjoying this immensely.  And then suddenly my cock sank all the way.  I could feel her ass resting against me.  I wanted to strip her clothes off and just pound that ass!  As she sat on me, presumably adjusting to my stiff meat stretching her ass much wider, I grabbed a hold of her pink clothes.  I unwound the outer fabric as she started to make small up and down movements.  Then I pulled the last remaining pieces of fabric from her light brown skin.  I reached under her arms to her chest and rubbed her flat tits.  I had expected at least a small bump or something.  For one brief second I wondered just how young she was, but as she briskly picked up speed. . . well, to be honest I didn’t give a shit.  Judge me all you want.

She got to a point where she was on me like a rodeo cowboy.  I couldn’t take it anymore.  I had to plow that hole.  I sat up, put my arm around her chest and rolled.  She fell onto the cushion with my cock firmly planted inside her.  I pulled my cock backward and then shoved it back in.  She moaned like a bitch in heat, and I did it again.  “You like that dick?  That feel good?” I said.  She turned her head as I slammed into her again.  The look of pure delight on her face got me going, and I started ramming her harder.  As I got closer to orgasm, I wanted better leverage, so I reached around her belly and pulled up.  She moved onto her knees, and I started fucking her faster.  “Howsabout a finger in that sweet cunt?” I asked.

I moved my hand down her belly toward her pussy and then I stopped.  No, not just my hand.  I stopped.  My cock was lodged firmly inside her ass, but my hand was resting on . . . well, it was a dick.  I moved my hand down the shaft more and located her, umm, his two balls.  I used the word in Farsi and said out loud “Boy?”  No shit, Sherlock!  What girl has a dick and balls fuck wad?  He nodded his head.  I remained motionless warring between my brain and my lust.  He began moving his ass back and forth so that he was fucking himself.  Guess which side won.  Yeah, I gripped his hips and rammed my dick deep inside him.  And then I returned to ramming that tight ass.  I actually think I did it harder now than before.  Somehow knowing it was a boy meant I could be more aggressive, and so I didn’t hold back.  He was moaning like a banshee, and it only made me go crazy.

It was so close to when he blew me that I was able to fuck him for a good amount of time before I was ready to blow my wad again.  Although him being so goddamn tight made it happen faster than normal.  This time I didn’t shoot as much, but my cock twitched like it hadn’t cum in months.  When I pulled out, I sat down.  My head spun.  I grabbed my cigarettes and lit up.  Never did I need a smoke worse than now!  Although, even though it kind of made me sick to admit it, I had never felt so sated after sex.  And I’ve had some serious pussy before!

Pasha got up and walked into the kitchen.  He started heating water in the bucket that was big enough to bathe in and also put the kettle on for tea.  I watched the nude boy as he moved about like a dutiful wife.  When the water was ready, and he had a towel, etc., he came and took me by the hand and tugged.  I followed him and got into the large metal tub.  I relaxed as he bathed me.  Okay, this wasn’t so bad, I thought.  When he had rinsed me off, I stood up, and he toweled me off.  He sat me down at my table and served me tea.  He brought me my cigarettes, and I gratefully took another one.

As I smoked, he gingerly put his hand out and rang it across my muscular chest.  I had a light amount of hair on my chest and then a happy trail, too.  I figured he hadn’t seen a hairy chest before.  At least not a white, muscular one.  I’ll go ahead and admit his touch thrilled me.  Going without being touched in a long time sure does things to you, I guess.  I even found myself running one of my hands on his smooth shoulder.  He smiled at me and took one of my legs and pulled it away from the other.  I watched him sink to his knees.  I knew what his plans were, but now being less horned and fully aware that my new young plaything was a boy gave me pause.  “No, no,” I said, but his mouth was on the tip of my cock in a flash, and I found it difficult to really stop him at this point. 

I watched him with great interest as my dick began disappearing into his mouth.  I’ve never been with a bitch this horny before, so I was intensely enjoying this.  Even if it was with a boy.  He continued until my dick was hard again.  Then he stood up.  While he was standing he slowly stroked me.  He batted his long eyelashes which still had makeup on them.  I felt compelled to kiss him, and so I leaned forward and started kissing him slowly which quickly turned into a much more passionate kiss.  To the point that I even found myself grabbing the boy’s small hard-on and stroking him.

After several moments he moved away from the kiss.  He took me by the hand and pulled.  I stood up and let him lead me.  He picked up the bottle of lube I had discarded and also grabbed the lantern.  He led me into my bedroom.  I stood there, my cock throbbing, as he pulled the blankets back.  He was on his knees, and he moved into position where he could worship my cock.  I watched him as his head moved back and forth on my stiff meat, his dark black eyes gazing at me.  When he moved off my dick, I ran my fingers through his black hair.  He moved backward and got into the bed.  I smiled and joined him.  I reached over and turned the dial on the lantern to extinguish it.

When I lay on my back, he cuddled up against me.  His hand was on my dick, and his lips were on mine.  We kissed slowly as he stroked me.  I realized I didn’t care what he was.  There was no boy or girl.  There was just intense fucking pleasure, a hot mouth on my aching dick, and a fucking sweet, tight hole to plow.  That’s all that mattered right now.  And it made things easier.  A boy attracted much less attention.  An American living with a young boy, not a problem.  A girl?  Could be bad.  And damn this kid was one horny bastard who could really take it hard!  As if reading my thoughts and wanting to prove me correct, I felt him spreading the lube on my dick.  “Yeah, I want to fuck that tight ass again!” I said.  I didn’t care he didn’t understand.  Actually, it made it even hotter.  I could call him all kinds of things, and he’d never know.  Girls didn’t always appreciate being called a “bitch.”

We kissed again, and then I felt him moving away.  I followed his body and felt him get on his side.  I moved in tight against him.  I ran my hand down his torso until I had his cock.  I stroked him as he rubbed his ass against my dick.  Putting my theory to the test, I said “You want this big American soldier dick up your camel jockey ass, don’t you!”  I grabbed my rod as I said this and pushed it into his crack.  He moaned and shoved his butt against me in response.  “Sweet Jesus,” I said, and then I entered him.  Since not much time had elapsed since his previous stretching, my cock had less work this time.  His ass was hungry, and I wanted to give it to him bad, so once I had about half of it in there I just shoved the rest of it in.  He flinched and made a strangled noise, but I didn’t stop.  As soon as I was in as far as I could get, I was humping that smooth butt.

I pulled my dick backward, a little too far since it popped out.  I reinserted the tip and then thrust the full length forward.  He moaned much louder this time.  “Yeah, you want it bad, don’t you!”  I did it again.  “Take it bitch! Take it!” I said as I did a few more deep thrusts.  His small hand moved backward, rested on my hip and dug into my hot flesh.  “Yeah, you fuckin like that.  Probably the biggest dick you’ve ever seen!”  I reached down, slid my arm under his leg at the knee and pulled it up toward his head.  That seemed to help me slide in and out a bit better, and I was able to really pound his ass good now.  

I soon got tired of this position, returned his leg to its former position, and without stopping for more than a couple of seconds I pushed forward so that he rolled onto his stomach.  Once he was flat, my hips were working my cock into his ass at a fierce pace.  He was moaning so loud I was getting even hotter.  I grabbed a fistful of his jet black hair and pulled it.  His head lifted up, and he moaned again as I rammed my dick into him.  After several thrusts, I released his hair.  I slipped my arms under his and kind of put him into a full Nelson.  I loved how he just submitted whatever I did to him.  Gotta admit, it was far better than any chick I had fucked before.

Soon he moaned even louder, his ass clamped down on mine even tighter, and I could feel his cock twitching.  I realized he came while I was fucking him!  I changed my angle, moving up his body a bit more and started slamming my thick meat in slower thrusts. Moments later I froze as my rod spewed again.  I kissed the side of his face and his upper back.  I even sucked on the side of his soft neck.  

Gripping him I rolled us onto our side.  I wrapped my arm around his chest while his head rested on my other bicep.  I absentmindedly rubbed one of his nipples with my thumb.  Then I let my hand slide down his thin body until it was on his soft dick.  I paused feeling weird to be rubbing another guy’s junk, but when he turned to look at me, I couldn’t control kissing him.  Once our lips met, my hand continued.  I slowly explored his cock and balls briefly.  Sleep was coming quickly, and so I grabbed the blanket and pulled it over us.  I hugged him tightly and couldn’t believe how wonderful it felt to be in bed embracing someone, their heat warming me.  And I had NEVER fallen asleep with my dick still inside someone after sex.  Somehow it added to the experience.

I awoke in the morning with the scent of breakfast and the noise of a person busy in the kitchen.  I was a bit disoriented, so I pulled on a pair of boxers that were near the bed and cautiously headed into the kitchen.  Pasha was dressed, but like a boy this time, and was busy cooking.  I said good morning in Farsi.  He immediately came over to me, took me by the hand and guided me to the low table and indicated I should sit down.  I did as he bade, and he quickly served me tea.  I was amused at how well he played his traditional spousal role.  Try and get an American woman to wait on you hand and foot.  AND be a horn dog?  Yeah, right.

He brought me eggs, fruit, and some yogurt.  I told him to join me.  He looked a bit surprised, so I repeated it and motioned for him to sit.  He smiled widely, grabbed some food and sat down to eat.  When I was done, he grabbed my dishes and cleared my spot.  He refilled my tea and then sat down to finish his breakfast.  I tousled his hair which earned me a huge grin.  I also took notice that he had prepared some bath water.  I figured that was for him since he had bathed me last night.

I finished my tea and then got up.  I grabbed my laptop, hooked it up to the satellite phone, and logged in to pull up my daily briefing.  Pasha came over and sat next to me, leaning against my shoulder.  As I read messages, I felt his fingers playing with the hairs on my inner thigh.  I’m perpetually horny anyway, but in the mornings it takes practically nothing to get me super hard.  My cock was swelling immediately.  It started to get difficult to concentrate.  Then it got worse when his fingers slipped into the fly of my underwear.  He quickly found my hard monster (like it would be difficult) and slowly ran his fingers along the shaft.  

It felt so good.  Man have I been deprived of touch! I thought.  I finally moved my arm so that it went behind him, and I leaned down to kiss him.	We kissed tenderly, using our tongues, and I felt him fish my cock out.  His hand slowly moved up and down the long shaft.  I couldn’t take it anymore!  I broke our kiss, logged out of the system, and sat back.  He smiled at me and watched as I pushed my underwear down freeing my hard meat and balls.  His head lowered, and I felt my balls enter his mouth.  I ran my fingers through his hair as his lips worked my hairy sac.  After several agonizing seconds, his hot mouth moved to my rod and slowly began devouring it.  “Oh yes!  Suck my cock!”

I moved my legs to remove my boxers.  He must have understood what was going on, because he stopped sucking me and moved by underwear down my legs and then took them off.  He came over to me and stroked my cock as he kissed me again.  Then he said “Suck?” mimicking my English.  

I smiled and nodded.  “Yes, suck!”  He grinned and then knelt next to me and went down on me again.  I lightly pushed his head down to get more of my salami into his mouth.  Even when he started gagging, he didn’t resist me.  I stopped pushing when he began coughing, but he kept working my cock with true dedication.  “Couldn’t fucking buy better sex!” I said.  Soon I was humping his throat as he blew me.  A couple of times I got my dick fairly deep.  I figured he wouldn’t get it all in.  At least not without a LOT of practice, which I was more than willing to give him.  

He blew me eagerly until he was rewarded with a nice salty load which he consumed hungrily.  When he was done, he smiled at me, and I told him “Perfect!” in Farsi.  He picked up my boxers as if asking if I wanted them back.  I shook my head no, and so he took them back into the bedroom.  I was getting ready to sign back in when I spied him stripping.  He came out of the room naked and carrying a towel.  I got up and joined him in the kitchen.  He was surprised when I indicated I would help him bathe.  He got into the tub, and I slowly washed his body.  He dick was raging hard the whole time.  He looked positively angelic as he lay there with his eyes closed.  I moved in and started kissing him.  As I did, my hand slid up his thigh, found his cock, and began stroking him.  He whimpered as I worked his dick and frenched him.

It didn’t take a long time before his hips were pumping as I gripped his slippery dick.  He was breathing heavily, and then I felt his cock twitching in my palm.  I squeezed his wood making his dick twitch more.  After a bit I stood up and grabbed his towel.  He stood up, and I toweled him off.  Feeling curious, I carefully examined his flaccid dick and his balls.  I did notice a few hairs, but he was mostly smooth as a baby’s bottom.  I helped him get rid of the water, and then I returned to my work.  He got dressed and then went outside to take care of the goats and chickens that had been given to me by the villagers.  I finished reading and needed to go take care of some things.  I went over to the door and stood there watching him work.  He saw me and smiled.  He came over to see if I needed something.  I told him I had to go for a while.  He moved past the door and headed to the bedroom.  I followed him, and he grabbed some of my clothes and prepared to dress me.  I allowed him to and resisted getting completely turned on.

When he was done, I messed his hair up again, told him I’d be back before dinner, and then headed out.  During my walks little boys came out like usual.  I always carried candy and small toys for them.  But this time I found myself wondering what their tight little asses looked like.  So by the time I was done and headed back home, my cock was painfully pressing against the inside of my pants.  When I arrived at my small house, I was so horned I could barely see straight.  I entered the house.  As I set my stuff down, I noticed Pasha was resting on the bed.  I removed my boots and socks and headed into the room.  He awoke and started to sit up looking very worried he was in trouble for sleeping and not greeting me properly.  He moved toward the end of the bed, and I shoved him backward.  He looked concerned, but I was on top of him quickly with my tongue shoving past his lips, stealing his breath.

My hands undid the tie on his pants, and I yanked them down exposing his stiff dick.  I moved backward, stared at his cock, and then didn’t even think about it as I went down on him.  I actually found I enjoyed feeling his small, velvety wood in my mouth.  I undid my pants and belt as I sucked him.  As soon as my pants and boxers were shoved down, I spit a few times in my palm as he watched me.  I rubbed it on my cock.  Then I grabbed his legs and hiked them up and shoved them forward toward his chest.  “Time to fuck that hot young ass!” I said.  I quickly moved into position and entered him.  I shoved his legs more, and I watched him grab his pants and pull them off his leg as I forced more of my cock into his sweet hole.  

I was having a hard time getting my beast into his hole.  He looked around and reached and grabbed the bottle of lube and handed it to me.  I rested his ankles on my shoulders as I rapidly prepped my dick.  I grabbed his calves and shoved them toward his head again and got my cock back inside his hole.  I pushed my dick into him steadily getting more and more horned as I saw the expression on his face.  By the time my dick had managed to get halfway buried in his ass, I was too hot for my clothes.  I rapidly pulled off my shirt and leaned into him more, sinking my rod deeper.  “You’re gonna get it so good, boy!” I said leaning forward even more.