Sex And Death With Ma Bell

Young boy discovers the joys and dangers of phone sex

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	The phone rang.  Robbie reached over quickly to answer it 
before the noise could wake up his parents.  He had been receiving 
calls late into the night ever since he got a telephone with his 
own line installed into his bedroom.  Of all the birthday presents 
he had ever received from his parents, this one was the one he 
enjoyed most.
	"Are you sleeping?" asked the deep voice on the other end.
	"No," Robbie lied.
	Robbie enjoyed receiving these after midnight calls.  He 
couldn't remember how they first began, but he was well into that 
age of understanding the sensation of orgasm.  He also desired 
affection and love.  He also knew he desired men.
	"What are you wearing?" asked the deep voice.
	"Nothing," Robbie replied.  And this was true.  Ever since 
Robbie began puberty at eleven-years-old, he started sleeping in 
the nude.  This was also at the same time that his older sister 
moved out of the house, and his younger brother moved into her 
bedroom.  Privacy to explore his awakening sexuality was what 
Robbie desired most.  Robbie was fourteen, now.
	"Is your dick hard?" whispered the manly voice.
	"A little," whispered Robbie back.
	"Why don't you play with it?" suggested the stranger.
	Robbie had been playing with it ever since he answered the 
phone and realized that he was going to be able to masturbate again 
to this soothing, masculine voice instructing him.  
	Robbie loved being instructed on what to do.  This awakened 
a desire in him that he didn't understand, but only knew that it 
felt good.
	"It's really hard now," volunteered Robbie.
	"I want you to slowly massage your peter for me, okay?" 
said the man.
	"Okay," said Robbie.
	"Have you ever felt your butt hole, Robbie?"  The man had 
known Robbie's name for several weeks now.  Robbie had told him 
during one late-night telephone conversation.  He hadn't meant to 
give his real name, but then he thought it didn't matter since his 
real name was Robert - everyone had just called him Robbie since he 
was little - and that the man didn't know his last name.
	"I want you to put your middle finger in your mouth and get 
it very wet for me.  Just keep moving it around in your mouth," 
said the man.
	Robbie knew what the man wanted him to do.  He had asked 
before and Robbie had done it.  He hadn't done it the first time, 
he just acted like he did.  At first, Robbie thought it was gross 
to put your finger up your butt.  But, alone in the bathtub one 
night, he tried it.  He remembered the man's suggestion on the 
phone the night before, and he tried it.  It was uncomfortable at 
first, but he started liking it.  
	"Spread your legs wide apart for me, Robbie.  Now, put your 
finger down there on your tiny butthole.  I want you to slowly put 
your finger into your little butt, okay?"  whispered the man.
	"Okay," moaned Robbie as he inserted his saliva soaked 
finger into his anus.
	"Move it in and out, in and out, for me," said the man.
	"Mmmmm," moaned Robbie as he pushed his finger all the way 
into his butt and then pulled it out and then in again.
	"Robbie, my dick is very hard thinking about you touching 
yourself in your private places," said the man.
	"Are you jacking your dick?" asked Robbie.
	"Yes, I'm playing with my dick.  I wish you were here with 
me."  said the man.
	Robbie felt the excitement churning in the pit of his 
stomach.  Talking dirty to another man on the telephone seemed so 
forbidden and secret.  Secret.  That was what made this situation 
special for Robbie.  It was his secret.  
	Robbie's balls had disappeared inside of him.  This always 
happened when he was close to coming.  The first time his balls 
disappeared, this scared him a lot.  But then he learned that all 
he had to do was press on his abdomen, and they fell back down into 
his sack.
	"I'm very close to coming," said Robbie.
	"Me, too.  I want you to come with me, okay?" said the man.
	"Okay," replied Robbie, breathing heavily.
	"Okay, I'm getting close.  Jerk your dick, Robbie.  I want 
you to shoot on your belly.  Are you going to come?" asked the man.
	"Ahhh, oh, yes, oh, yes -- I'M GONNA SHOOT!" screamed 
Robbie in a high whisper as his semen spurted from the end of his 
fourteen-year-old dick and landed on his stomach and chest.  
	"Goodnight, Robbie," said the man and then Robbie heard the 
click as the man put the receiver into its cradle.  
	Robbie reached over to his nightstand and retrieved a 
tissue to clean himself up.  The conversations always went the same 
way, and Robbie was desiring a change.  If only he knew someone to 
call or if someone else would just call him.

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	The phone rang.
	"Are you sleeping," asked the deep voice.
	"No," Robbie said.
	"I'm down the road from your house at a grocery store on 
the corner," said the man.
	The man didn't know where Robbie lived.  All he knew was 
the neighborhood where he lived.  Robbie was very nervous about 
telling the man where his house was.  What if he was some deranged 
killer of little boys?  What if he came back later and broke into 
the house to rob them?  What if his parents found out?
	Robbie hesitated.
	"I want you to stand up in front of your bedroom window so 
that I can see you," said the man.
	"Okay," said Robbie.
	"How do I get to your house from here?" asked the man.
	"My bedroom window faces the alley.  It is a first floor 
window on the right side of the house," said Robbie.
	The man hung up the phone.  Robbie turned out his bedroom 
light and opened his mini-blinds.  He wanted to see the man before 
the man saw him.  He waited in front of the window.  
	The phone rang.
	"I didn't see you," said the man.
	"I think you went down the wrong alley.  Go down the alley 
that is closest to the grocery store where you are at," said Robbie.
	Robbie took his place in front of the window again.  He saw 
a car coming slowly down the alley toward his house.  His stomach 
contracted as the butterflies fluttered around inside of him.  He 
was extremely excited.  He was so excited that he couldn't get a 
hard-on.  As the car approached, Robbie turned on his bedroom 
light.  The car stopped suddenly.
	What if the neighbors saw him standing here in front of the 
window?  He was wearing gym shorts, but what would they think?  
	Robbie pulled his gym shorts off and stood in front of the 
window naked.  He started massaging his penis which quickly grew to 
attention.  He couldn't believe that he was actually doing this.  
What if this guy was ugly?  What if he didn't like Robbie?  
	Robbie had always been self-conscious of his body.  He felt 
that his penis was small.  He had just begun a new school this fall 
where they took showers in gym class.  He was failing gym because 
he was always faking sickness.  He couldn't take his clothes off in 
front of the other guys.  He couldn't let them see his small penis 
and testicles.
	And here he stood in front of an open window displaying his 
entire body to a man whom he had never seen.  This was different, 
though.  The feeling in the pit of his stomach was very different 
this time.  It wasn't like the nervous dread he experienced in gym 
class.  This feeling was good.
	Robbie closed the blinds and turned off the light.  
	
	The phone rang.
	"Why don't you come out to my car?" asked the man.
	"I don't know if I should leave the house.  What if my 
parents come and knock on my bedroom door while I'm out?" replied 
Robbie.
	"Just come out for a minute.  They won't knock on your 
door," said the man.
	"Why don't you come up to my window?" suggested Robbie.
	"I don't want any of the neighbors looking out their 
windows and seeing me standing at your window.  They might call the 
police," said the man.
	"Okay," sighed Robbie.
	When the car approached again, Robbie climbed out his 
bedroom window and headed for the alley.  He had put his gym shorts 
back on.  He wasn't stupid enough to walk outside naked.  But he 
wanted to.  He was so excited.
	He approached the side of the car.  The man was smoking a 
cigarette.  Robbie couldn't see his face at first.  He got closer 
and leaned down to look in the open window.  
	"How are you doing?" asked the man.
	The man was about thirty-years-old.  His hair was thinning 
on top, but he still looked good.  Actually, this may have made him 
look better, thought Robbie.  He had a nice face and body overall.  
He had a little bit of a beer belly.  Robbie was attracted to him.
	"I don't think it is safe for us to stand here and talk.  
Why don't you get in and we will drive around the block?" said the 
man.
	"I don't know.  I really don't think I should leave," 
Robbie said as he swallowed a tight knot in his throat.
	"Show me your dick," said the man.
	"Its not hard right now," Robbie said nervously.
	"That's okay.  I just want to see it," said the man as 
Robbie pulled the front of his gym shorts down so that the man 
could get a close look at Robbie's genitals.  
	Robbie had shrivelled up quite small.  He was very 
nervous.  He was nervous about being out here in the open, in the 
public, with his dick pulled out of his pants and showing it to a 
man in a car.  A man in a car that he didn't know.  He didn't even 
know this man's name.
	"What's your name?" asked Robbie as the man reached out of 
the car and encircled Robbie's flaccid penis.
	"Richard," replied the man.  "If you get into my car, we 
won't have to worry about someone seeing us."
	Robbie hesitated then said, "Okay."
	Robbie went around to the other side of the car and got 
in.  There was a lot of stuff on the floor and in the back seat.  
There were a lot of empty beer cans and cigarette packs.  
	The man reached over and put his hand on Robbie's leg.  The 
man rubbed his hand up and down Robbie's thigh.
	"Can I see your dick?" asked Robbie.
	"We better not do it here," said the man.
	"I showed you mine here," said Robbie disappointedly.
	"Sure," said the man.
	The man unzipped his jeans and pulled out his dick.  He was 
soft and short.  It wasn't very thick either.  Robbie always 
thought that older men's penises were always big.  
	The man quickly concealed his cock.  Robbie was 
disappointed that he didn't get to touch it. He had never touched a 
grown man's penis.  He had never touched any other penis besides 
his own.  He had seen naked men in magazines with women, but the 
only penis he had seen in person was his dad's.  And that was by 
accident.
	Robbie had gotten up late one night to get a drink.  As he 
passed by the living room, he saw his dad lying on the sofa.  His 
dad was watching t.v.  Robbie looked away, but then quickly 
registered that something was different.  His dad was naked - and 
massaging his erection.  His dad was jerking off!  Robbie 
remembered thinking that it looked awfully big, but then he was 
only ten at the time.  He quickly returned to his bedroom, thirsty, 
because he was afraid that his dad would see him and get mad.
	"Why don't you take your shorts off?" said the man as he 
reached over to help Robbie remove them before Robbie could 
object.  
	As the shorts came off of his feet, Robbie was very 
nervous.  The man laid the shorts outside of the car on the ground 
by the trash cans.  
	"Let's drive to a more private place so that I can get to 
know you better," said the man as he put the car in gear and the 
car started moving.
	"No, I think I should go back to ...."
	"No, sit still and we'll just drive over to this other 
alley where we can have some privacy," said the man.
	The car rolled out of the alley onto the street.  The man 
turned the car in the wrong direction for the other alley.
	"I think we should go down to the boat docks instead.  That 
way we will be sure to be away from any houses where someone might 
look out the window and see us," said the man.
	Robbie was very scared about going so far away from home, 
this late at night, with a man he didn't know.  What if his parents 
got up?  He was naked.  He didn't have any clothes to put on if he 
needed to put them on.  What had he gotten himself into.
	"I really think we should go back," said Robbie.
	"Why?  Are you scared?" asked the man.
	"We left my shorts by the trash cans.  What if the police 
stop us for some reason and see me naked here in your car?" Robbie 
said hoping that this would worry the man enough so that he would 
turn around and go back.
	"The police won't stop us," said the man as he kept driving.
	"I want to go back.  Stop the car and let me out!  I want 
out now.  I don't want to go with you to the boat docks.  This 
isn't safe ...."

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	When Robbie woke up, his head hurt.  The man had hit him.  
He remembered telling the man to let him out, and then the man hit 
him.  Robbie didn't know where he was.  Where was the man?  How 
long had he been unconscious?
	"Did you have a nice nap," said a man with a big grin on 
his face.  
	"Why did you hit me?" asked Robbie.
	They were moving.  Robbie could feel the vibrations of the 
car as it drove along.  But the man was over top of him looking him 
in the face.  How could he do this?  Who was driving the car?  	
"I'm sorry that Richie had to hurt you, but he said you were 
getting a little antsy," said the man.
	"Who are you," asked Robbie.
	"I'm a friend of Richie's.  You know, he's been talking 
about you for weeks.  He told us you sounded nice on the phone and 
that you were, well, that you liked big boys.  You can call me 
Johnny," said the man.
	Johnny looked younger than Richard had looked.  But Johnny 
looked mean.  He had razor stubble on his face that was separated 
by a scar running down his right cheek.  Johnny's eyes were big and 
dark. 
	Robbie became very scared and started to cry.  "What are 
you going to do to me?  I want to go home!" Robbie started crying.
	"Don't get carried away.  If you stay nice and calm, we 
won't have to hurt you.  Are you going to calm down?" asked the man.
 	Robbie realized that he was lying on a bed.  He was in a 
large camper.  
	"Hey, Jeff," yelled Johnny toward the front.  "Don't drive 
too fast.  I want to sample the goods before we get there."  Johnny 
turned back toward Robbie with a big grin on his face.
	"You wait here.  I'll be back in a minute," said Johnny.
	Robbie rolled over onto his side and started crying.  Why 
did I ever leave my bedroom? thought Robbie to himself.  You hear 
your whole life about not talking to strangers, and here I go and 
talk to one about sex.  What am I going to do?  I want to go home.
	Robbie felt flesh slide up next to him in the bed.  His 
body immediately tensed as the man reached around to cup Robbie's 
penis.  
	"This won't hurt as much if you don't tense up," said 
Johnny.
	"Please don't do this to me.  Please let me go home!  I 
won't tell anyone, I promise," pleaded Robbie as the man rolled 
Robbie onto his back and climbed on top of him.
	The man's weight was more than Robbie could stand.  He felt 
as if he was going to suffocate.  Then, the man put his mouth over 
Robbie's.  Robbie tried to turn his head away from the persistent 
man.  Kissing a man was something that Robbie had not imagined 
doing.  
	Robbie fought back as the man began prying Robbie's lips 
open with his tongue.  
	"No!  Stop," pleaded Robbie.
	"Open your mouth, now," demanded the man.
	The man's tongue entered Robbie's mouth and began 
exploring.  Robbie felt a churning in the bottom of his stomach.  
He didn't think he was going to be able to hold down his stomach.  
He didn't like having this man's tongue in his mouth.
	The man lifted Robbie's legs into the air and forcefully 
rammed his erect penis into Robbie's anus.  Robbie screamed out at 
the initial plunge and felt as if he would pass out from the 
intense pain shooting through his gut.
	"Oh, God!  Please take it out!" pleaded Robbie as tears of 
pain and fear ran down his face.
	"Oh, yes.  This feels so good," moaned the man.


	Robbie awoke and found once again that his environment had 
changed.  He started to rise but discovered that he couldn't.
	Where am I? thought Robbie.  Please, oh, please just let me 
go home.  Let me wake up in my own bed and this horrible nightmare 
be over.
	The bright lights in the room shown down on Robbie's naked 
body lying on the table.  Beside the table was a tray of sterile, 
metal instruments.  The room smelled of antiseptic.  Robbie began 
to panic, but he was unable to express this panic outwardly.  
	"We agreed upon ten-grand," said the man.
	"You were supposed to deliver him to me unharmed," said 
another man's voice.
	"There is nothing wrong with him," said the man.
	"There isn't now that I've put his ass back together.  Our 
guests wouldn't be happy with a boy who had his guts ripped out by 
one of your goons!" retaliated the other voice.  "Well, he is 
healthy, and he does look good.  He should make our guests happy.  
Smith, give him the other two-grand," said the doctor to Smith.
	The doctor bent over Robbie and looked into his eyes.  He 
shown his light into Robbie's eyes.  "You can tell by the dilation 
of the pupils that he is scared shitless," said the doctor.  "I 
want you to bring our guests over to the table to see him before we 
begin," instructed the doctor to his assistant.
	Robbie tried pleading with his eyes, but the doctor turned 
away.
	Robbie looked up and saw different faces.  There were many 
men in the room seeing Robbie lying naked on this table.  He tried 
to cover his nakedness, but still couldn't move.  He pleaded with 
his eyes for someone to help him.
	"Okay, gentlemen, let's take our places.  Though, Robbie, 
can't move right now and can't talk, he will have no trouble 
verbally expressing his discomfort when we begin," said the doctor.
	Robbie saw the doctor reach for a long knife laying on the 
tray beside the bed.  His eyes opened wide as he saw the doctor 
lower the knife to his genitals.  
	Robbie screamed as he felt white, searing pain shoot 
through his penis and up into his head.  Oh, God! he thought.  
They're cutting off my dick.
	Robbie continued to scream as the doctor worked carefully 
on the removal of Robbie's genitals.  The doctor had many clients 
who paid well for his services.  The penises of young boy's were a 
highly desirable item to some of the extremely wealthy.
	As Robbie's vision started to darken, he saw the doctor 
placing his penis and scrotum on a tray ....

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	Pamphlets were circulated around the neighborhood begging 
for any information concerning another missing youth.  If you have 
any information, please call this number.
	"All of us here in the city are working hard to find Robbie 
who has been missing now for two weeks.  If you know anything, 
would you please call this number," said Richard as he handed the 
flyer to the man at the door.
	"Hey, dad.  I'm going over to the field to play some ball," 
said the boy as he raced out the door past his father and the man 
passing out the missing boy flyer.
	"Kids today," said the man with a proud grin on his face.
	"He looks like a fine young man.  How old is your son, 
sir?" asked Richard.