The Curse

By Pueros

(Cluj, Romania, July 1986)

Gheorghe was not a pleasant character. The 15 years old only child of senior Communist Party officials, local henchmen of the dictator Nicolae Ceausescu, mixed bullying arrogance, stemming from his father’s status, with a selfish, sly and sadistic streak. As a result, no-one at his school liked him and, in fact, everyone tried to avoid him as much as possible. He therefore had no male friends let alone female friends, all the girls considering him a heartless weirdo. Such an attitude was not helped by the boy’s appearance. His brown curly hair was generally unkempt, his spotty face and body were nothing special and his clothing very conservative even for Romania. However, like it is for all teenagers, the hormones in his young body needed occasional attention.

There were days when Gheorghe’s frame demanded relief and was fed up of acquiring satisfaction through his own hand. This was just such a day and the teenager had therefore strolled to a rather dowdy local park where there was a certain public toilet.

Gheorghe’s parents were seemingly more interested in their work than in their son and often palmed their offspring off with money instead of spending the time with him that the boy really craved. The teenager was therefore never short of a few lei and accordingly proposed to spend some buying the temporary services of one of the young tarts, male and female, who often sold their mouths near the park urinal. However, he was mean with his cash and did not intend to use much.

It was a pleasant summer’s evening and the park was busy. A few young whores were loitering close to the toilet, trying to look alluring to secure trade. Gheorghe’s eye was caught by the attractiveness of one, a younger boy aged about 11. He had dark straight hair with matching eyes and a tanned complexion.

“Looking for business?” asked Gheorghe after approaching the younger boy. “Might be,” the 11 years old answered, eyeing the gawky 15 years old, “what do you want?” “Blow,” replied the teenager, to which the response was “30 lei!”

The haggling continued for a while until the younger boy reluctantly agreed to accept 10 lei and the duo proceeded inside the shabby urinal to one of the cubicles. Gheorghe stood astride the pan facing the cubicle door, which the tart locked behind him before kneeling in front of his client.

“Oh no,” declared Gheorghe, “I want a naked sucker for my money!” More argument ensued but the younger boy, in far worse domestic circumstances than the older, was relying on his fee to eat that day and was so again forced to agree to his client’s demands. He blushed slightly as he removed his shoes and socks. His embarrassment grew as the footwear was joined on the cubicle floor by his clean but old t-shirt. However, his lovely face became much redder as he undid the button on top of his trousers, unzipped the fly and pushed down on the waistband. The garment slid down his lithe thighs and legs and was soon resting on top of his other discarded clothing.

The younger boy now stood in front of the older, attired only in skimpy black briefs displaying a small but pleasant bulge at the front. He reluctantly moved his hands to the sides of his last cover but hesitated in fulfilling the final demeaning act and so Gheorghe commanded “Hurry up, I haven’t got all day. You’d think that little tarts like you were used to prancing around before others in the nude.” In fact, the 11 years old had only just taken up such activity in desperation and had done nothing other than give a few men blow jobs whilst remaining fully clothed. He had found fellatio awful and very difficult to perform properly at first, frequently gagging and being sick, but had now become more proficient, aware from experience that clients might not pay if they thought that their pleasure had been ruined by incompetence.

The younger boy took a deep breath and, with face now a vivid red, lowered his briefs. His smooth genitals, nicely hung and proportioned ball sac dangling under a pleasantly sized and semi-erect cock, now popped into view. After placing the garment on top of his trousers, the humiliated youngster finally stood naked in front of his client, resisting the temptation to hide his prize assets with his hands as he knew that his customer would not appreciate such timidity.

Gheorghe did appreciate the sight of the nude in front of him, causing his own, already stiff cock, to throb. The teenager reached out to fondle the younger boy’s genitalia with his left hand whilst he unzipped his own trousers with his right. The 15 years old carefully felt the sweet orbs of the 11 years old’s delicious scrotum before moving his attentions to the youngster’s now rigid penis, by which time his own hard member, drooling precum, had been exposed through his fly.

Gheorghe took his time in enjoying the vision of the sublime form in front of him, immaculate young body not even marked by a tan line. The teenager wanted value for his 10 lei but the younger boy, being brought close to his own dry climax by his client’s fondling and also wanting to expedite his degrading mission with speed, broke the reverie by kneeling again. He was soon rewarded by being presented with his customer’s engorged cock for oral manipulation.

Gheorghe rested his hands on top of the younger boy’s head as the tart proceeded with his unpleasant task. The teenager’s uncut cock, displaying early growth of pubic hair, was unimpressively smaller than that of most 15 years olds and so was accommodated fully in the 11 years old’s mouth. The penis also did not have much staying power and was soon enticed to spurting its load down the young whore’s throat.

Gheorghe now roughly held the younger boy’s head in place whilst his climax subsided and all orgasmic product was absorbed into the tart’s innards before pushing the 11 years old away so that he fell harshly on his bare bottom, back resting against the cubicle door.

The shocked younger boy, breath temporarily taken away by the act of fellatio and his tumble, now heard the older lie, as he re-zipped his fly, “Not very good and certainly not worth 10 lei!” Before the naked 11 years old appreciated what was happening, Gheorghe had picked the youngster’s clothes up, stuffed them down the toilet pan and activated the flush before stepping over him to unlock the door. The 15 years old then stepped outside and threw a coin at the lad before walking away whilst suggesting with a smirk “Get your mouth working better and get your money up front next time if you want your full fee!”

The younger boy scrambled to his feet and re-locked himself in the cubicle, not wanting anyone to see him in his current state, naked and with excess semen dribbling down his chin. Tears came to his eyes as he heard his client’s departing laughter and saw that the virtually worthless coin in his hand was for 10 bani, representing 1% of the agreed fee. The 11 years old knew that not only could he not chase the teenager in his state of nudity but also would have to wait awhile where he was to allow his clothes to dry. He also recognised that he would not be eating that day.

The 11 years old, of ancient Romany extraction, therefore uttered a bloodcurdling curse on the 15 years old.

Gheorghe went home to the apartment block where senior Party members lived, much better accommodation than that of the proletariat they were supposed to serve. As usual, his father and mother were out and would not be returning home until late. The teenager therefore prepared a simple meal for himself and watched some programmes on the black and white television the family owned.

The fare offered by the single channel was, as usual boring, with too much talk of agricultural quotas and not enough adventurous action, especially that offered by western nations. Gheorghe therefore went to bed early where he enjoyed a long masturbatory session whilst thinking of his fun with the park slut. Pleasurable action eventually concluded, the teenager felt tired and so, still chuckling to himself, he closed his eyes and drifted into sleep.

Gheorghe’s customary first desire the next morning was for urination and so he left his bed to go to the toilet. It was his mother who later found the teenager collapsed unconscious on the bathroom floor, briefs around his ankles.

Romanian doctors were never to discover how a young penis could shrivel away and disappear overnight.

THE END

of

‘THE CURSE’

by Pueros