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8-year-old Ramiro liked the hotel his family was staying at because it had a basketball court.
He carried a basketball under his arm as he left the court. The streetlights around the court had turned on 5 minutes ago, which meant his ma would be expecting him back.
Ramiro got off the elevator at the third floor, taking the key card out of his pocket. He was wearing his basketball clothes: Lakers shorts and a t-shirt with a collage of California’s basketball teams on it. Ramiro wasn’t born in California, but both his parents were, which is why they were in LA for a Lakers game.
The only sound in the hallway was the boing, boing, boing of Ramiro bouncing the basketball aimlessly. Up ahead, darkness blotted out the window. Ramiro stopped in front of his hotel room door, which looked like all the others except for the room number. He tapped his key card against the sensor.
It flashed red.
His eyebrows knit together. He tapped it again. The same thing happened. Ramiro looked up at the room number. 312; he had the right room. He tapped the sensor for a third time, but it still wasn’t working. Ramiro sighed. His ma was gonna think he forgot his key card again.
Ramiro knocked. When there was no answer, he knocked harder. Finally, footsteps padded to the door, and it swung open. “I didn’t forget my key card, I—”
The person at the door wasn’t his ma.
It was a man in his 20s. A VERY fit man. His dark blond hair was mussed, like he’d been sleeping but… sexier. His eyes were green, below thick, dark eyebrows. The rest of his features were sharp—nose, chin, jawline, even ears.
He was naked, his cock hard.
Ramiro looked down. The key card was still in his hand. The number was in the corner… 321…
Ramiro glanced back up, cheeks red. He gulped, trying to get the words “wrong room” out. But they seemed stuck in his throat. His eyes seemed stuck on the man’s nipples, dark and hard. On the ridges of his abs, the definition of his pecs.
“Like what you see?” The man asked with a smirk.
“I… uh… yeah.”
The man opened the door wider, so that Ramiro could see the bed, white sheets rumpled. There was a portable ring light at the foot of the bed, which also held the man’s phone. The walls of the room were a dark gray, the curtains billowy and white, and the floor a deep hardwood.
“What’s your name?” The man asked.
“Ramiro.”
The man smiled, leaning against the doorway. It somehow made him even more attractive to the 8-year-old. “I’m Flynn. Wanna come in?”
Ramiro knew he should say no. Knew his parents were expecting him; were probably already mad he was late. He knew all about stranger danger. But Flynn was a VERY hot stranger.
Flynn stood to the side as Ramiro entered, closing the door behind him. “You’re filming porn.”
It wasn’t a question. Some of Ramiro's classmates did boyporn, so he knew what a porn set looked like, even if he'd never done it himself. He also knew adult porn existed, although it wasn't as popular.
Flynn chuckled. "Smart kid. Yeah, I do OF. Mostly solo, sometimes with my boyfriend. Never been in a boyporno, though.”
The boy’s cheeks felt like a sauna on his face. “Oh, I’m not… I’ve never…”
Flynn closed the distance between them, his cock bobbing. He watched Ramiro track it. “Bummer. You’re very pretty.”
And he was. Ramiro’s eyes were steel gray, his skin a baby smooth gold that tanned real nice during the summer. He had soft features, crooked teeth, and a childish jaw. His hair was brown, but that didn’t do justice to the shades of color that were revealed under Flynn’s ring light. He was a small thing, limbs long and outsized for his torso.
Ramiro flushed. He’d never been called pretty before.
Flynn resisted the urge to touch this beautiful, beautiful boy. "Why don't you have a seat on the bed?"
The boy did as he was told, placing the basketball on his lap. Flynn walked around his phone stand, fiddling with the angle. As he did, he asked, "You play a lot of basketball?"
"Yeah, I'm in a league at my school. Do you play any sports?"
"Used to play football, but nowadays I mostly just work out to stay in shape for filming.” Flynn's eyes turned back to Ramiro, appraising. He was holding the basketball on his lap very… intentionally.
“Ramiro… lift the basketball for me.” Ramiro lifted the basketball slowly, revealing the tiny tent in his Lakers shorts. His face burned with a mixture of embarrassment and excitement.
Flynn stepped around the camera to stand directly in front of the boy, his large cock mere inches from Ramiro's face. "I can take care of that for you, if you want."
Ramiro glanced nervously at the camera, still recording. Sometimes, the boys at school would talk about the scenes they filmed on the weekends, and Ramiro would feel jealous and left out. But getting naked on camera with Flynn was… scary. Finally, he nodded.
Flynn leaned down, pressing his lips softly to Ramiro's. They were so plump and sweet, having never been kissed before. Ramiro let out a tiny gasp. He had no idea what to do. His eyes kept sliding behind Flynn, to the camera.
Flynn pulled back just enough to murmur against Ramiro's lips. "Don't worry about the camera. Just look at me."
He was definitely much easier to look at than the camera. So hot and fit and—
Ramiro jolted as Flynn’s hands slid up his thighs before he melted into the touch. The 8-year-old’s skin was hot to the touch, so smooth and hairless and perfect. Flynn was obsessed, squeezing and kneading the golden skin.
“Oh! Ohhhhh!” Ramiro warbled as Flynn’s finger traced the outline of his stiff little dickie through his shorts. A whine slid from Ramiro’s throat as Flynn teased his tip, rubbing back and forth, back and forth, then along his tiny piss slit.
"Please," Ramiro mewled, breaking the kiss. His lips were spit-slick and swollen. "Put your big meat inside me.”
It was something a classmate said one of his scene partners said was hot, but Flynn made a face like he’d sucked on something sour. “Leave the dirty talk to me.”
The man lifted Ramiro’s shirt up from the boy’s tummy inch by inch, golden and flat, the belly button puckered and protruding. Flynn tossed Ramiro’s shirt onto the floor, stepping back to stare at the half-naked 8-year-old.
Ramiro glanced nervously at the camera, placing his skinny arms over his dark nipples. Flynn gently grabbed the boy’s arms, placing them at his sides. He wanted the camera to take the boy in alongside him.
"You’re too fucking beautiful to hide," Flynn murmured.
He ran his big hands over Ramiro's bare chest, feeling the nubs stiffen under his touch. Ramiro mewled, arching his back to push his sensitive nipples harder against Flynn's fingers.
"Please..." Ramiro panted as Flynn pushed him onto the bed, squirming on the soft sheets.
Flynn tugged Ramiro's Lakers shorts down his skinny legs, bringing them to his nose. He inhaled deeply, imagining how Ramiro managed to produce so much prepubescent funk. "Sit on the basketball."
Ramiro was quick to scramble off the bed, grabbing the basketball and placing it on the hardwood floor. He lowered his mostly naked body onto it, gasping as the rubber pressed against his taint through his thin undies.
He circled the 8-year-old, drinking in the beautiful boy perched on the basketball, legs spread. Flynn looked down at Ramiro's slender golden thighs, cocklett bulged against his briefs. Gripping Ramiro's chin, he tilted the boy's head up and rubbed his fat cockhead against the 8-year-old's soft lips, smearing them with pre.
Ramiro’s mouth fell open at the salty, bitter taste of pre and Flynn pushed inside. Ramiro’s classmates had told him a lot about what sucking cock felt like, and they were right! It was warm and hard and kinda scary. Flynn’s cock seemed to fill his whole mouth, smearing the insides with pre and stretching his jaw.
"Fuck yeah. Suck it, boy," Flynn groaned, slowly pumping his hips.
Ramiro racked his brain for anything else his classmates had said about cocksucking. He sucked in his cheeks, and Flynn grunted. His tongue flicked out, swirling around Flynn’s tip, and he was rewarded with a spurt of pre. Now that he was used to the taste, he kinda liked it!
Flynn gripped the sides of Ramiro's head, fingering his soft brown hair. "I'm gonna slide the rest of my cock in now."
Ramiro blinked at him in acknowledgement, cheeks stuffed with man meat. Flynn pushed forward slowly. He could see his cock visibly bulging the 8-year-old’s throat. Once inch after another, until Flynn’s balls rested against Ramiro’s chin. The boy gurgled, his throat muscles moving of their own accord. He’d somehow managed to get his whole cock into the small boy. It truly was a bummer that boyporn was being robbed of such a consummate cocksucker.
Ramiro felt Flynn’s pubes against his nose. He sniffed, trying to bat away the tickles. But it was too late. He sneezed, throat clenching around Flynn’s fat cock. Flynn groaned as the 8-year-old choked and gagged, eyes watering. The man quickly pulled free. Ramiro continued to cough, globs of pre splattering onto the hardwood floor.
"Need a breather?" Flynn asked, rubbing the boy's back.
Ramiro shook his head, wiping tears from his eyes. "No, I'm okay," he said sheepishly. "Actually…um…” he didn’t wanna say it and have Flynn think he was dumb. “C-could you maybe face-fuck me? Like, really hard? One of my friends said his scene partner did that to him once and it felt really good."
Flynn gripped his spit-slick shaft. "Fuck yeah I can. Open that pretty mouth nice and wide for me."
Ramiro’s tongue lolled out and Flynn slapped his heavy cock against it a few times before sliding back in. Holding the boy’s head, he pumped, brutally fucking into the 8-year-old’s mouth. Ramiro wobbled precariously on the basketball as Flynn snapped his hips forward again and again. Even as his skinny legs strained to keep balance, Ramiro loved the feel of Flynn forcing his thick cock down his throat. He gagged and spluttered, drooling, his cocklett rock hard in his undies. He’d totally forgotten about the camera, fully focused on being used, on having his throat stretched and abused by Flynn’s man meat.
“Fuck!” Flynn couldn’t believe it. He was already gonna cum! Him, known for his stamina! He shoved forward one last time. The boy’s nose pressed into his bush as hot ropes of cum pumped directly into his golden tummy.
Ramiro struggled to swallow it all. There was so much! Flynn pulled out with a squelch, and Ramiro fell forward, coughing and hacking. Again, cum and spit splattered the floor.
Once again, Flynn was rubbing his back. "You did great, especially for your first time."
Ramiro beamed, cheeks still flushed. "Really? Thanks!"
Flynn grabbed his wallet from the bedside table and sat down, patting the spot next to him. Ramiro plopped down, his bare skin sticking slightly to the sheets.
Fishing inside his wallet, Flynn pulled out a business card and handed it to Ramiro. "This is my agent's info. In case you decide you wanna do more of this."
"I dunno..." Ramiro said hesitantly. "My ma and pa are kinda strict. I'm not sure they'd be okay with it.” His pa often glowered whenever Ramiro mentioned his classmates who did it.
“My agent’s very convincing,” Flynn said. “Besides… I’d really like to see you again.”
“My parents are waiting for me…” Ramiro said, disappointed. He scooped up his Lakers shorts and t-shirt from the floor, pulling them on quickly before tucking the business card Flynn inside his pocket.
Ramiro was halfway to the door before he paused. Padding over to Flynn, still sitting naked on the bed, he pressed a soft kiss to the man’s lips. Flynn smiled as Ramiro pulled away shyly.
"Bye," Ramiro said, hurrying out the door. It wasn't until he was in the hallway that he realized his shirt was on backwards.