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Chicken Hawk The Beginning [PT 1] [m/m teen/pedo R
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Brutal smut wherein our hero gets his first taste of "chicken".
Rape, Rape, and more rape, teenage boy(s) rapes ten-year-old boy.
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CHICKENHAWK: "The Beginning", part 1
I don't know why I'm growing so reflective, must be this mid-thirties
thing, not married, no friends, plenty of disposable income and
nothing to do.
I've been thinking about the first time I ever had my dick inside
anyone else's body. That first time stays with you forever. I
skewered my first piece of boymeat when I was only thirteen, my Junior
High School guidance counselor set me up with this little geek Todd, a
fifth grade loser at one of the grammar schools on the other side of
town, it was a tutoring/big brother program the schools organized,
They suckered the high achievers, athletic, social, real leaders into
hanging out with losers in the lower grades, kids that were having
problems in school. I was on the Varsity wrestling team, track and
field in the spring, straight A's. Most of the teachers loved me.
Most of the other assholes at that school hated me, thought I was a
dickhead. I was. I was smarter and stronger and faster and just
plain better than 99% of those cretins. I wonder sometimes if any of
the teachers or "the establishment" as we liked to call it back then,
noticed that I didn't DO team sports, I mean there was a wrestling
TEAM, but you wrestle one-on-one. I was the best in my weight class, I
was the goddamn conference champ all through High School, but
wrestling is a dead-end, there's no REAL pro-wrestling, and nobody was
knocking on my door asking me to train for the Olympics. Gym teachers
let me slide in the other sports because I made a name for the school,
I told them flat out I wasn't going to DO gymnastics, they couldn't
MAKE me flop around like a dying fish, and they let it slide.
That first time I met that Todd kid, his mother actually picked me up
in her fucking Cadillac Seville, leather interior, fucking AIR
CONDITIONING and a FM RADIO and electric damn windows. This was 1968
recall, the car was considered loaded. It was cherry, man, I had a
older brother really into cars woulda cum in his shorts riding in that
thing. That was before Caddy's became pimp-mobiles and no self-
respecting white person would be caught dead in one, anyway.
This kid's mother drove me across town one Sunday to hang with the
little geek for the afternoon, help the moron with his math homework,
do "guy stuff" as she called it. She fed us pretzels and soda. I
remember being impressed, they seemed to have that kind of food around
all the time, it wasn't just left over from a party. They had a
really nice house, his parents were divorced, his old man was an
orthodontist. His mother worked, even though she wallowed in the ex's
money. They lived in this fucking nice development; big yard, three
bedrooms, a FINISHED basement, TWO goddamn COLOR TVs, one for each of
them.
The school had told me he was always getting beat up by the other kids
in his class, and his grades were really suffering even though he
wasn't stupid, and I was supposed to hang out with him a couple days a
week, help him with his homework but mostly act like a big brother, be
a good role model since I was such an upstanding citizen.
The kid, he was acting squirrelly, they weren't kidding when they said
he had "problems". He swung his foot and chewed a fingernail while I
chatted with his mom, I smiled at him, tried to talk to him, he was
really very... well, "pretty". He had fine straight blond hair, long
for those days, it covered his ears, touched his collar; being a jock
and all I was scandalized at the time. He had pale blue eyes, pale
skin, he was thin, delicate bones, and I swear to you it's true, he
had a pronounced lisp and he whined like a freaking girl. The only
thing that would tip you that he was a Jew was his nose, it hooked
down on the end, kind of flattened like. It wasn't a honker or
anything, but that was definitely not a wasp nose. Not that there's
any Wasps in New Jersey of course. God I can almost feel and smell
and hear the kid now. It's no goddamn wonder he was getting beat up
all the time.
We were supposed to "get to know each other". His old lady though
figured I was a free babysitter, like the bitch wasn't loaded enough
to pay for a sitter for christ sake, so she took off, told us to have
fun, she'd be back for dinner. I asked the kid what he wanted to do,
figuring maybe he'd want to horse around outside, run around or
something. He kicked the table leg, shrugged.
Great.
"Well, you wanna toss a ball around 'r something?" I asked him,
wolfing down another handful of pretzels and helping myself to another
coke. We didn't get soda at my house.
The kid shrugged, kinda squeaked. He came back with a junior size
football. I wasn't into football much, those guys were all rank
assholes, big stupid muscleheads, and our town sucked thoroughly
anyway at all the big sports: football, basketball, baseball.
So we ran around his backyard, it had a huge privacy fence, big old
trees, poplars I think? I didn't *always* live in the city, I moved
here as soon as I could. Trees bore me.
We tossed the ball around; it's not as if I was ever even any good
with a football, but the kid was a spaz, and we just started mostly
horsing around, running and trying to tackle each other. I think this
kid probably never PLAYED with another guy in his life, he hardly knew
what to do.
...
It's not like I planned to. If I'd got caught, my life would've ended
that afternoon.
But there I was, thirteen years old, wrestling with this really choice
little ten-year-old sissy-boy, he was giggling like a goddamn girl as
I rolled around on top of him, stripping the ball out of his hands. I
had him in a half-nelson, he was still laughing when I started
dry-humping his tight little ass; he didn't even know what I was
doing, he was that fucking clueless, he thought I was just playing
with him, and I was rubbing a big hard bone up and down the crack of
his ass through our clothes. Ten years old, he didn't even know what
a fucking woodie felt like, pressing into his own butt!
I was at the edge of puberty at the time, only just getting the first
downy tufts of hair on my balls, and the testosterone was pumping
through my bloodstream; it was better than any drugs I've ever done
since. I rolled off the kid, holding the ball, my cock thumping
franticly against my fly, screaming at me not to stop. I rolled the
kid onto his back; he was so ...sweet. I wanted to watch his face
when I did it.
I grabbed his legs, started yanking down his bell-bottoms; I easily
pinned his scrawny chest to the ground with one hand, he only weighed
about 70 pounds, and I was in the top weight class for our league, at
135 and 5'6 I was one of the biggest Jr High wrestlers in the whole
fucking conference, and none of it was fat.
This kid got this really wide look on his face, I'm sure he had no
idea what the hell I was about to do to him; he just didn't like me
taking his clothes off, especially outside, in his own backyard.
"Hey!" He squealed. Probably how he reacted to all the kids that
beat him up every day, no doubt egging them on.
"Don't DO tha-at," he whined, grabbing my arms and whimpering
patheticly. "Thtop it!"
He tried to twist out from under me, but I'd managed to get his jeans
down below his knees and he wasn't able to move easily with his pants
binding his legs and my hand pinning his chest to the ground.
I wasn't talking anymore then, my cock had taken over my brain and I
think I'd been reduced to one big hormonal urge.
The kid was starting to whimper, he had no idea yet what was happening
to him.
"Lemme up," he begged me. "I don't wanna play this anymore, I'm cold
let's go inside."
I looked at the kid's naked tiny little dick shrinking in fear in the
cool October afternoon, and I felt my face flush with the heat of
lust. I pulled my own jeans down, letting my bone loose to sway in
the breeze; you should've seen the kid's eyes bug out of his head, I
had to smile. He didn't have an old man or an older bother, I guess
he didn't know how big a full-grown dick could get, when it was hard.
The guys on the wrestling team had given me the nickname "Batman", and
they'd only seen it soft.
I grabbed the little sissy by the back of his pale skinny knees and
pushed his legs as tightly as I could against his chest; his pants
around his ankles really helped, stopped him from being able to kick
and thrash, and I just leaned into him with all I had.
He begged and twisted, grinding his ass against the damp cool grass in
the middle of his backyard, as I pressed the head of my cock against
his impossibly tight little button; I grunted and nearly came when the
head of my cock finally popped through the ring of his ass.
The kid ripped out a blood-curdling wail and I smacked him across the
face really hard, over and over, hissing at him to shut up or the
neighbors would find out he was a goddamn little faggot and was
screwing his goddamn "big brother". It was my first time ever, and I
had no control at all, I just kept slapping the kid's face as he
screamed; punching him in the mouth, trying to shut him up while I
continued slowly forcing my cock into his insanely tight butt, his
skinny little cheeks split impossibly wide.
Somehow, in the middle of raping this kid's ass, I remembered my
handkerchief in my jacket pocket; I shoved it in his mouth and clamped
my hand over it. That kept him quiet enough that I wasn't worried
anymore about the neighbors coming over to find out what the hell the
noise was all about, so I was able to concentrate on really enjoying
my very first piece of tail. I hadn't thought to lubricate my dick, I
didn't even spit on it before I slammed it into his cornhole; what the
fuck did *I* know? It was my first time. I managed by brute force to
finally ram the complete length all the way into the kid's gut,
slamming through the clamped muscles as he tried to keep me out of
him. There was a goddawful amount of blood coating my cock as I
pulled out after finally managing to burrow all the way into the kid,
it really excited me, made me pound back into him with more energy,
tearing my cock in and out of his poor tiny virgin hole as we slid
back and forth in the damp grass.
Tears were streaming down the kid's face, flying from his head as he
thrashed in agony as I boned him, muffled screams of anguish escaping
around the handkerchief I held in his mouth. I was grinding bright
green grass stains into the knees of my own jeans as I lurched on top
of the kid, the back of his shirt would be a muddy green mess when I
was done poling out his ass, but even though my old man would beat the
crap out me for ruining my good jeans, I didn't give a rat's ass, it
felt so fucking GOOD, the kid's rectum clutched hotly at my cock,
wetting my dick with his blood as I slammed in and out of his sweet
little ass.
I came pretty fast, I'd only been at it, start to finish, for maybe
five minutes including the time spent wrestling him down and getting
his pants off. It just felt so fucking good to have my cock buried
inside another human being instead of just wanking off imagining doing
exactly what I was doing then, forcing someone weaker than me to take
my dick inside their body, in whatever hole I felt like sticking it.
The kid was a pathetic loser, he never even really fought my
attentions, all he did was cry and beg me not to. I shot a nice thick
load of cum deep inside my "little brother's" rectum,
The kid winced when I pulled my softening cock out of his ass with a
nice wet pop, dripping blood and semen. I could see he stopped trying
to scream and started sobbing, muffled choking sounds leaking around
the gag in his mouth. He just lay there passively, with his arms out
to his sides, as I pulled back from his butt and let his legs flop to
the ground. I pulled the kid's shoes and socks off, yanked his pants
all the way off; I took mine off too, I needed to scrub the blood and
shit off my groin or my underwear would be ruined. I doubted even MY
mother would wash a pair of blood-soaked jockeys without asking a
*few* questions, and I didn't have enough underpants to spare that I
could afford to "lose" them.
I knelt down bare-ass naked next to the kid, leaned my face close into
his as he lay there on his back, his body shaking as he bawled
patheticly.
"You're not going to tell anybody what we just did, are you??" I
whispered menacingly at the little boy I'd just de-flowered.
"Everybody in your class thinks you're a faggot, thinks you're a
pathetic little sissy, and you are, that's why they matched me up with
you, the guidance counselors at our schools want me to show you how to
act like a BOY."
The kid stared at me, as his whole body was racked with another round
of sobbing. I'd spoken the truth, everybody thought the kid was a
fruitcake, and he knew it too.
"But you're hopeless, I was testing you to see if you'd let me fuck
you, I wasn't even gonna do it but you never even tried to stop me
'cuz you're a goddamn HOMO." I was improvising, making shit up,
seeing if I could make the kid believe it was all his fault I'd raped
him, and man-oh-man it really worked. I pulled the piece of cloth out
of the kid's mouth and he started sobbing; I was afraid he might
scream for help or something, but man, I'd actually convinced him it
was all his fault.
"I'm gonna tell the guidance counselor you're hopeless, you're a
goddamn queer and you got me to fuck you up the ass. I don't wanna be
your big brother anymore because you're a fucking pervert."
"Please don't tell!," the kid wailed, crying hysterically.
I couldn't fucking believe my luck, they'd hooked me up with a fucking
MORON who let me rape him and then begged ME not to tell.
The kid's old lady had only been gone for an hour, it was like 3 or 4
in the afternoon, and there was plenty to eat in this house, and a
COLOR TV to watch. Oh man, had I ever lucked into a choice
arrangement. I dragged the kid to his feet, and I grabbed our shoes
and pants and shoved him ahead of me towards the house, snickering at
the sight of his mud and grass-stained little buttocks, at the blood
that shone between his skinny cheeks, at how he walked like my dick
was still shoved up his chute.
It was going to be a GREAT afternoon after all, and I hadn't wanted to
come at all. I took a lot of shit for being a straight-arrow in my
neighborhood and that included my family. Man what they didn't know.
==End Part1==
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