Pacifier

Attention! All characters in the story are 18 years old!

Kolya grew up as a scrawny and lonely boy. He had no father, no one to stand up for him.

He couldn't expect help from his mother. She herself was always timid and quiet. The neighbors whispered that Kolya's mom had been raped back in the day, got knocked up by who knows who, and decided to keep the baby—it wasn't godly to kill it—what a fool!

Kolya grew up on his own. He wasn't a star student, didn't play sports, didn't build muscle, so he couldn't fight back when one evening three older hooligans from the neighboring yard, overflowing with testosterone, jumped him. It was scarier to bother girls

than a scrawny little wimp.

Behind the garages, where they took Kolya, someone forced him to his knees, painfully pressed his jaws, and quickly inserted a dick into his open mouth.

"Suck!" the owner of the moving, swelling member whispered roughly. "Suck, you bitch, like a pump!"

The boy, scared to death, began to slurp. After a few minutes, something sticky flowed onto his tongue. Kolya tried to spit, to break free, but the rapist pressed his head against the sweat-stinking stomach and didn't let go, groaning.

Kolya swallowed the sticky, bitter stuff.

They let him go. The guys started whispering among themselves.

"Gray, go for it!"

"Nah, I don't do faggy stuff."

"What the fuck's the difference? What, Olka doesn't give you head?"

"Why wouldn't she? She does. And in the ass."

"Don't bullshit."

"I swear on my life."

"Zhorik, you want some?"

"Hell no. I'm not that hungry yet."

"Fuck, I needed it. By the way, he sucked okay. Hear that? You'll suck me from now on, my little sucker, quick and easy, got it?"

From then on, in certain circles, Kolya was called Sucksalot.

He cried for two days, then unexpectedly resigned himself. When a month later that same guy inserted it into Sucksalot's mouth again, the boy obediently slurped. The guy soon groaned and came violently. Sucksalot thought for a second: spit?

Swallowed. Disgusting, of course. But not deadly.

"Okay," whispered the guy, who was alone this time. "I see you're getting used to it. Don't be scared, you suck for me—I won't hurt you. And I won't let others hurt you. Come Saturday to the construction site over there, on Komsomolskaya. You know where?"

Kolya nodded.

"By eight in the morning. I'll show you something," the guy giggled and, looking around, left.

Kolya came.

The guy, who, as it turned out, was named Cheka, tried to fuck Kolya in the ass, but he was too scared and clenched his sphincter as if afraid he'd shit himself.

Cheka came on his cheek and showed him a deck of cards with indecent pictures of uncles and aunts doing all sorts of wild things.

Returning home, Kolya no longer rinsed his mouth for half an hour like before, but just washed the spunk down with milk. And didn't even gag.

He sat for a while. Lay down. It was boring.

Went to the bathroom to piss. While sitting on the toilet, he absentmindedly examined the huge old hamper where his mom put dirty laundry. Also absentmindedly, he pulled her tights, her bra, from the hamper, twirled them in his hand. Reached in further. Nylon tights. How do they fit on mom's legs? They're so... tight, super tight. And mom's legs are thick, meaty...

Sucksalot stood up, shook himself off, pulled down his sweatpants. Stuck his left leg into the tights. They hugged his thin ankle, stretched up towards his skinny thighs. He stuck his right leg in too, quickly pulled both legs up to his navel. The nylon clung tightly to his body.

Then he imagined his mom in these tights. She was at the market now, so he didn't have to be afraid. Sucksalot rummaged through the laundry some more. Panties, red. A bra. How does mom wear it? Uncomfortable.

Sucksalot pulled the bra over his scrawny chest. Through the transparent insert, tiny pale nipples were visible.

Some bullshit.

The panties were more interesting. Sucksalot tried them on, but his interest was piqued by the whitish stain on the strip covering the crotch.

Hmm... He brought the panties to his face, sniffed. They smelled of something disgusting and sweet at the same time. He quickly pulled on the panties. They were too big. Of course, mom had a big butt, and Sucksalot had a skinny board.

He remembered Cheka again. His lower belly warmed up. He suddenly wanted to be on his knees in front of Cheka, with Cheka moving in his mouth while looking at the indecent cards.

When a week later Cheka met Sucksalot at the construction site, he had his mom's panties and tights in his pocket.

Cheka, seeing what he brought, gasped admiringly—holy shit, fuck yeah!—and made Sucksalot strip naked, put on the tights, and hide his dick.

But Sucksalot's dick was small anyway, so Cheka looked at the bare body and suddenly it seemed to him it was his acquaintance, a girl named Valeria. He really wanted this unattainable Valeria, skinny like Sucksalot. Especially doggy style.

"Hold on, hold on," Cheka whispered feverishly and pushed Sucksalot's bare torso onto some wooden crates.

Spread "Valeria's" legs, started feeling the crotch. The "girl" moaned. Cheka yanked the tights down, spread the skinny buttocks, spat thickly into the anal opening, smeared it around. His dick was rock hard.

It hurt Sucksalot. A lot. Both when Cheka entered, ignoring the moans and whimpers, and when he moved inside, and when he came in a long, drawn-out spurt. And he walked home bow-legged—his hole was burning.

"You... Put something in your ass..." the kind-hearted Cheka advised after him.

Sucksalot inserted a candle. A New Year's one. It was the most suitable. The candle quickly melted a bit and became more comfortable. He moved it around. It hurt, but the sensations became softer than when Cheka fucked him.

By the end of the year, Sucksalot couldn't live without fucking. Cheka even came to his house when his mom went to work. Rummaged through her things, took pictures of Sucksalot (naked and in women's clothes, with a dick in his mouth and in his ass) and of his mom's things.

Though he didn't steal anything.

Both couldn't do without each other anymore. Sucksalot did everything the fucker wanted. Even took pictures of his mom a few times: through the crack in the bathroom door when she was bathing, and when she was washing the floor and bent over deeply, exposing her thick "thighs," as Cheka called them.

The next year, Cheka started coming less often.

In the end, Cheka dumped his Sucksalot. His buddies started giving him looks: once is not a fag, but if it's constant—still a fag!

To prove his masculinity, Cheka finally got together with Valeria, who turned out to be not against it at all, went everywhere with her, and no longer paid attention to Sucksalot, who watched them longingly.

And so ended Sucksalot's first love...