Month: January 2024 (Page 4 of 6)

Minding the Children – Chapter 1

17/01/2024 / Jason Crow / 3 Comments

Minding the Children – Chapter 1
By
Rwxxx13 (rwxxx13@yahoo.com)

Dave Bingham looked up at the clock and fought a sigh. 4:42pm. He was sure the day would never end. If someone had asked him, he’d have sworn at least twenty minutes had passed since he’d last glanced at the clock. It had only been three.

His phone rang. “Sunstate Solutions, this is Dave, how can I help you?” he inquired with false cheeriness. He listened while the customer tried to explain how important it was that he print up a vital report and how the printer wasn’t working and if it wasn’t fixed someone was going to pay. After about five minutes Dave determined that the printer wasn’t turned on and instructed the customer how to switch on the power button. The man did so and rather sheepishly hung up the phone.

4:48pm.

Dave trudged up the stairs to his apartment, both hands weighed down with plastic bags of groceries from the local FoodMart. He was trying to decide if he’d go for the Salisbury steak or the pasta Alfredo. He’d had shells in sauce the night before, so decided the Salisbury steak would win. He figured he’d lose either way. Microwave dinners left no winners.

As he was walking toward his door there was a flurry of sound and activity up ahead. Cody Martin came tearing up the exterior corridor on his skateboard. The twelve-year-old wasn’t supposed to ride it in the breezeway, Dave knew. He’d heard the boy’s mother tell him so often enough. Cody was that kind of kid though; not mean-spirited or obstinate, but rambunctious and carefree and not much of one for rules.

Cody and his mother, Lynn, lived three doors down from Dave. They would say hi to each other, but Dave had never allowed it to go beyond that. He barely even acknowledged the boy. Case in point, Cody came a stop at his own door, kicked up his board so that it hopped into his arms as if by magic and gave Dave an enthusiastic wave and a friendly ‘hey!’ Dave gave the boy a casual nod and fished his keys out of his pocket, ignoring him. Despite Dave’s ambivalence, Cody always greeted him warmly. He was that kind of kid.

Unlocking his door, Dave cast a last surreptitious glance at the boy from the corner of his eye. Cody was beautiful, with his shaggy blond hair and gorgeous pubescent features that were just starting to turn more handsome than pretty. Dave imagined the boy must barely be into puberty. He was small yet, slender, but his voice had that timber of a boy who’s not quite a child anymore. His legs were practically shooting out of the cuffs of his jeans, speaking of a recent growth spurt. The days he saw Cody were about the best days Dave had, but he knew that way lay trouble, and he avoided contact like the plague.

In his apartment, Dave put away his few groceries and then went to his room to get changed. He ditched the slacks and shirt, putting his tie in a little plastic turning rack in his closet. He didn’t understand why they were forced to wear shirts and ties at work when they were never seen by the public, but he figured the powers that be imagined that looking professional meant their employees would act professional. Dave figured that was asking a lot of people who basically worked in a cheap call center.

Seven years before, a suit and tie had been par for the course. He’d been an up and coming attorney; a young hotshot with a fantastic career ahead of him. Then he’d gotten involved with a coworker’s thirteen-year-old son. It wasn’t something he’d planned. The kid was definitely the aggressor, and Dave found out later he wasn’t even the first of the boy’s conquests. That was the only thing that kept him out of prison.

The whole thing was quietly swept under the rug, but there were whispers and he’d been blacklisted at every law firm he’d tried to find work at since. The whispers had even followed him all the way south to Georgia. Nobody would touch him. They might not know why, but they knew he was radioactive. So now he spent his days telling morons how to do basic computer troubleshooting. Living the high life.

Dave grabbed shorts and a t-shirt from his dresser and paused in front of the mirror there. He was thirty-three now. His blond hair was beginning to thin a bit on top. He was twenty pounds overweight. Okay, thirty. He grabbed his little pouch belly and lifted it. It jiggled a bit when he released it. On a whim, he pushed his briefs down to mid-thigh. His cock dangled there, about two inches long at the moment, on the slim side. So dangled was probably a bit of wishful thinking. More accurately, it just poked out a bit. He was circumcised and the head was pink among the light brown curls of his pubic hair. He was more a grower than a shower, and he’d get to five-and-a-half inches when hard. Dave often reassured himself that it was technically above the average of five point two inches, but being six-foot one, it seemed smaller than it might have on a smaller guy. He looked down. At least he could still see it. Mostly. He let out the breath he’d been holding and it disappeared from view. Giving it an idle squeeze, he pulled his briefs back into place and pulled on the shirt and shorts.

The next day was Saturday. Dave was grateful. He wasn’t sure he’d have been able to take another day at work. He’d hoped to sleep in, but the rumbling of a skateboard over the pebbled surface of the walkway outside told him that Cody was once again flying in the face of his mother’s rules about skating in the corridor. Dave didn’t mind. It was pleasant to think of the boy out there, his wheat-colored hair flying behind him, his youthful body working as he sped up and down outside his apartment.

Dave wasn’t sure why he liked boys. He’d never been molested or anything like that. He was pretty sure that was just a myth anyway. The world would be full of boylovers if that were the case. In fact he’d had a very happy childhood. His parents had split when he twelve, but it had seemed amicable enough to him and his little sister. They still saw plenty of their dad, and his parents were always nice to each other, never talking bad about the other.

Dave had played around with boys when he was that age, and even later, but he also remembered liking girls. He’d been a very attractive boy, but he’d always been shy around girls. Boys were just easier to understand. As he got older, the other boys outpaced him physically. By the time he was eighteen and graduating high school, he barely looked a day over fourteen. He figured that was probably at least a factor in his attraction to young boys still at the age of thirty-three. That’s what he told himself anyway.

He’d dated plenty of women. By twenty-one his body had caught up with his age and he was over six feet tall and in great shape with handsome features and fantastic hair. He was also in law school, with a promising future ahead of him. Still, his relationships with women had always been about sex and companionship, and he’d never had any real romantic feelings for any of them. Even during that time he thought about boys, but it wasn’t something he dwelt on, thinking it was just a quirk of his personality.

That was until he’d met Luke. Of course, that had turned out horribly, but being with the boy, caressing his young body, drinking in the sight and smell and feel of him, that small, beautiful cock, his perfect skin… it had changed everything. He’d barely thought of, or even looked at, a woman since then. His obsession now was purely with boys on the cusp of puberty.

It was a dangerous attraction, he knew. He didn’t find it at all difficult to control his urges, but the urges were there. As he lay there listening to that skateboard, his cock stiffened, just imagining what young Cody must look like naked, his beautiful young limbs, his delicate little penis. He reached down and grabbed himself.

Dave finished dressing in jeans and a polo shirt. He’d cum explosively in the shower, thinking about Cody. It wasn’t the first time. He knew it wouldn’t be the last. Grabbing his wallet and keys, he headed out the door. He needed to get out of his apartment for awhile. He wasn’t sure where, he just wanted out.

Sadly, Cody was nowhere to be seen. Dave reflected that it was probably for the best. Twenty minutes earlier he’d been furiously stroking his cock while thinking about sliding his lips down the length of the boy’s preteen penis. He wasn’t sure how he’d have reacted if he’d seen him at that moment. Would the boy be able to see the lust in his eyes?

In the parking lot Dave climbed into his car, a twelve-year-old Toyota Celica, blue except for the passenger door which was white after someone had backed into him in a parking lot. He’d never bothered to have it painted. Frankly, he couldn’t afford it.

The seatbelt was tight around the waist. Everything was tight around his waist these days. He didn’t like to think about how many pant sizes he’d gone up in recent years. He used to hit the gym at least four times a week. Now it had been at least four years since he’d even set foot in one.

He knew it was the depression. It really did mess with one’s head. Losing his career had been a huge blow. Coming to terms with the fact that he’d never be able to be with anyone sexually again was crushing. He was facing a lifetime of solitude and loneliness. He just had no interest in women any longer, and boys were certainly off limits. Sometimes it was all he could do to get out of bed.

Dave just drove. He had the radio on and the windows down. The days were warming nicely. It had been a long, cold winter. Soon it would be summer. He remembered the few times he’d dared go to the apartment complex’s pool the previous year. He’d watched Cody, then an eleven-year-old tornado of skinny arms and legs and flashing golden hair, through dark sunglasses, sure every adult there was thinking the same dark thoughts about him.

He drove aimlessly. He had no destination in mind. He lived in one of the more eclectic suburbs of Atlanta, a mix of bohemian creativity and hipster delusion. Finally he found a spot on an interesting street and pulled over and parked. The street was an interesting mix of cafes and shops, most of which would be out of business in the next six months, replaced by an identical shop selling counter-culture dreams.

He sat and had a cup of coffee, watching people in knitted wool caps and thick glasses hunched over iPads or huddled together, sucking on vape pens. He gathered from the conversations he overheard that Trump was the devil and the end was nigh. What did any of that matter when he was facing a lifetime of sadness? He paid for his ridiculously expensive coffee and left.

There were some really nice and interesting murals painted on the buildings in this section of town. Dave found himself just wandering, enjoying the warmth of the day and the creativity of the artists. Eventually he ran out of sidewalk. He decided to go over one block, to see if there was anything to see there on his walk back to his car.

He was disappointed. The main strip he’d just left had all the interesting shops and murals. Along this street were some small law firms, accountants, an older pizza joint, and other anonymous shops. He’d just decided to pass back, figuring that looking at the same murals a second time was better than looking at nothing but the psychic and tarot reader he was passing at the moment.

He went to the corner, planning on turning back to the main strip when he paused. On the corner was a pawn shop. It didn’t have the look of a normal pawn shop though. No cheap neon. No musical instruments in the window, or cheap watches. No promises of guns and electronics inside. In fact, while the place was labeled Eastern Promise Pawn, it looked more like an antique store. Some of the items in the windows were fascinating and seemed to be of high quality. Deciding to take a chance at a distraction, he entered.

Dave decided it definitely wasn’t your typical pawn shop. Not that he’d been in all that many, but he’d been in a couple, and driven past hundreds more. The place had a quiet feel to it, and smelled of incense and furniture polish. It wasn’t open and bright, but though it was crowded with furniture pieces, it didn’t feel oppressive. Instead it felt cozy. Everywhere he looked was another fascinating item, from gilt bird cages to exotic masks and statuary in jade and onyx.

He made his way through a somewhat narrow corridor of Eastern style dressing screens and came into an open area. Here were finally the display cases he’d expected, but even here he was surprised. Instead of cheap metal and glass, lit with strips of LED lights, these cases were obviously hand-made, with dark quality wood, lovingly shaped. The items they contained all looked like treasures.

“Hello to you,” said a voice. It was deeply accented.

Dave looked up to see a woman behind one of the counters. He’d have sworn she hadn’t been there a moment before and reasoned she must have stepped quietly through the dark curtain behind her which he surmised led to a private back area. The woman was older, perhaps in her late fifties or perhaps even older, yet she had a timeless feel to her. He guessed that she was Chinese, but he was no expert. She was dressed in an Oriental gown. Her hair was still black as pitch and tied up in a bun, which seemed to be held together with two jade chopsticks. Of course, he realized they probably weren’t chopsticks, but he wasn’t sure what to call them. He wondered if thinking they were chopsticks was racist.

“Uh, hello,” he said. “You have a beautiful shop.”

She smiled. “Thank you.” Then she waved him forward.

Dave stepped closer, eyes going to the shelves in front of her. There were small knives with decorative handles, more of the chopstick things, perhaps actual chopsticks this time, tiny figurines, necklaces, rings and fans. In fact, so many things that he was losing himself trying to take it all in, his eyes feasting on the rich and exotic nature of the items.

Finally, Dave realized he was being rude and he looked up a bit sheepishly. The woman was smiling at him indulgently. To his surprise, she reached forward and lightly patted the back of his hand, which was resting on the glass.

Dave began to yank his hand back, afraid he’d offended her by getting his fingerprints all over the glass, but she gripped his hand before he could pull it away. She had a surprisingly strong grip. Her hand turned, taking his hand in hers. She once again patted the back of his hand with her other, then she held him and searched his eyes.

“You very sad,” she finally said.

Dave wasn’t sure what she’d said. Or maybe he didn’t understand why she’d said it. “I…” he began.

The woman smiled sadly and shook her head. “So sad,” she said.

Then, with a final squeeze of his hands, she released him. She turned around, looking at a curio cabinet. She opened a door and selected a small wooden box. She looked back over her shoulder and caught Dave’s eye. She seemed to think for a moment, then she nodded once and closed the cabinet door.

Turning, the woman placed the small box on the counter in front of Dave. “Is very special,” she said. Dave found himself leaning closer. The woman lifted the lid and pulled it open. Inside was a necklace. The chain was gold, but what drew Dave’s eye was the pendant. It was a circle of jade, about the size of a quarter, and within was carved a Chinese character. Of course, Dave had no idea what it meant.

The woman lifted the chain from the box, allowing the pendant to rest against her palm, displaying it to him. Dave couldn’t have said why, but he was fascinated.

The woman said, “You buy. Two hundred.”

Two hundred dollars? Dave thought. I can’t afford two hundred dollars.

He didn’t hesitate however, immediately reaching into his wallet and handing the woman his Visa card. She ran the card on one of those antique card sliders and had him sign the slip. As she held up the necklace to him he reached forward to take it, but at the last moment she snatched it back. She gave him a very intense look.

“You a good man. Remember,” she said. Then she handed him the necklace.

Dave didn’t hesitate, immediately undoing the clasp and slipping it around his neck and clasping it again. He thought it was strangely warm against his skin, as if he’d already been wearing it. Before he could even thank her, the woman disappeared back behind the curtain. Dave took that as his cue and left the store.

Sunday had been a day of television and watching videos on YouTube. Okay, and reading the occasional boylove story on Nifty.

On Monday morning he once again forced himself to crawl out of bed and prepare for another day of boredom and humiliation. He wasn’t disappointed. He hadn’t been in his cubicle ten minutes when Gary Cook, his twenty-one-year-old supervisor, was hovering over him. Gary had a style to him that some might call slick, but Dave thought of as slimy. He was an okay looking kid, but he didn’t hesitate to abuse the small amount of power he had. Dave hated him.

The feeling was mutual. Dave had been working at Sunstate for a year. It was the latest fall from glory. He’d been working as an account executive for a bank prior to that, but somehow, through some insidious means, his employers had gotten wind that he wasn’t to be trusted. He’d been asked to leave. It wasn’t the first time. Dave was convinced that someone, likely Luke’s mother, was still poisoning his work relationships, all these years later. If so, the woman was holding a hell of a grudge.

Sunstate hadn’t yet gotten the word, or perhaps they simply didn’t care. He was in a tech support position, and there wasn’t much lower he could sink, considering his education. In fact, it was his education that was causing him problems with Gary the slime. The guy had somehow figured out that Dave used to be an attorney. Dave hadn’t advertised the fact. In fact, he hadn’t even mentioned it on his resume. Gary had no idea why Dave wasn’t working as a lawyer anymore, but he was sure it must be horribly embarrassing, and he seemed to delight in tormenting Dave about it.

“Looks like your numbers were down last week, Bingham,” Gary said, waving a stack of papers idly. “Call volume is important around here. Maybe you were busy preparing for a big case?” he smirked.

Dave felt himself tensing. This little shit was getting on his last nerve. Bad enough he had to work in this craphole; to have to deal with Gary Cook on top of it was just the booger on the shit sandwich.

Fed up, not even caring at this point if it cost him his job, Dave turned and growled, “Why don’t you piss off, Gary?”

Dave wasn’t sure what he was expecting. Anger? Would the guy storm off? Fire him on the spot? Get red in the face and wander off, unsure how to cope with someone talking back to him? There were any number of other scenarios Dave could have imagined, but he’d never have dreamed of what actually happened.

A strange look came over Gary’s face. He looked momentarily confused, then worried. Dave smelled it before he saw it, the odor of urine. Then he watched, stunned, as the left leg of Gary’s khaki slacks grew dark. Soon his crotch darkened as well, and piss began to run out of his pant leg, soaking into the guy’s shoes and socks before spilling out onto the carpet. Gary just stood there, stunned.

Dave jumped up, distancing himself. He was shocked. The kid was just standing there, pissing himself, almost glassy-eyed. “Gary?” he asked, nervously. “Dude? Are you okay? Are you… having a stroke or something?”

Finally Gary shook his head. He glanced downward, seeing his piss-stained pants. Then his eyes grew wide with shock and he clutched his crotch before realizing what he was doing and awkwardly wiped them on his shirt. Without a word, he turned and fled.

Dave watched him go, unsure what to say or do. He looked around, catching the faces of stunned coworkers, calls forgotten, headsets ignored while the man disappeared into the men’s room. Dave uttered what they were all thinking, in one form or another. “What the actual fuck?”

After another few stunned moments a few workers went back to calls in progress. Others set down their headsets and began to huddle together, whispering. Dave put some distance between himself and his cubicle, as if the piss stain on the floor were somehow his fault.

Eventually the incident drew the attention of management and a higher up came to investigate. Workers were briefly interviewed, then the woman, Kelly Cartwright, took Dave to a conference for his take on the incident. Dave told it as he’d seen it. While they were talking a girl came in and whispered something to Kelly. Dave heard her say something that included, “Send him home.”

After the girl left, Kelly asked Dave, “What do you think set the guy off? Have you seen anything off about him lately?”

Other than being a douchebag? Dave wanted to ask. Instead he shrugged and said, “It can be a stressful job I guess. Customers call with problems, so they’re always upset. I suppose that can get to someone after awhile.” Then he smiled to show he was joking and said, “You should send all of us home for the day.”

A strange look came over the woman’s face then, and after a moment she nodded. “Good idea,” she said. “Thanks, Mr. Bingham,” she said, and shook his hand.

Kelly led Dave out of the conference room and loudly announced to the room, “In light of the… incident today, we’re going to send you all home. With pay of course. Relax. Enjoy yourselves. Try to let the stress of the day and the job flow away. We’ll see you again tomorrow, recharged and ready to get to it. Have a nice day.”

The workers looked around at each other, shocked by the news. However, none were as shocked as Dave. A company like this, hell, especially a company like this, didn’t just send their employees home for the day. With pay? And she hadn’t even hesitated. She just took his suggestion as… Dave felt his eyes growing wide. It hadn’t hit him until that moment, but hadn’t he said something to Gary about pissing? Piss off, Gary. That’s what he’d said, and a moment later the guy was pissing himself. Okay, it wasn’t pissing off necessarily, more like pissing on, but still. What the hell?

Unconsciously, Dave’s hand went to the pendant around his neck. Was this really happening? Well, there was a way to found out, as outrageous as it all seemed. He’d approach the question scientifically. As he was gathering his things, readying himself to leave, he saw Al Johnson. Al was a nice enough guy, which is why he’d lent him the twenty bucks in the first place, but the guy always seemed to have an excuse when it came to paying him back.

Hurrying to catch up to Al’s retreating back, he touched the man on the elbow and said, “Hey, Al.”

Al stopped and turned, he had a slightly guilty look in his eyes, as he always did since getting the twenty he apparently had no intention of ever repaying. “Hey, Dave. Crazy, huh? Did you see Cook running for the jakes? Piss all over, man.” Then Al bonked himself on the forehead. “Of course you did. You were right there. That must have been freaky, man.”

“Yeah, it was nuts,” Dave allowed. Then, “Al, give me my twenty bucks.”

Al cringed a bit. “Man, I would,” he said, a wheedling tone in his voice, “but I had to give all the cash I had to my kid this morning for some field trip. I had to pack a lunch,” he said holding up a greasy paper bag as proof.

So much for that, Dave thought. Then he realized that maybe Al would have paid him back if he had the money and just couldn’t obey whatever weird mental waves Dave was conceivably sending because he was broke. Still, it was time he turned the screw a bit at the very least.

Dave sighed. “Alright man, but if you’re going to borrow some cash from someone you should really pay it back when you can.”

There was a brief flicker in the man’s eyes, and he shrugged. “You’re right, Dave.” He reached into his back pocket and withdrew his wallet. He pulled out two tens and handed them over. “Sorry about that. Hey, we’ll see you tomorrow, huh?” Then the man left, leaving Dave standing there with two tens and a shocked look on his face.

Dave sat in his car, trying to work it out in his mind. He was idly fingering his new necklace, rolling the pendant between his fingers as he thought. Evidence was beginning to stack up on the side of something actually happening. As fucking crazy as that was. Surely this wasn’t just a string of coincidences. If Dave assumed for the moment that something actually was happening, then what were the mechanics of it?

He’d told Al to give him his twenty bucks, and even though the man had the money, he’d been able to lie and say he didn’t. There was certainly no mental compulsion there. So how did that explain the other incidents? After all, Al had given him the money eventually. What had he said? He said that Al should pay him. That wasn’t really a demand. It was more of a suggestion for proper behavior. It was also a suggestion, although given in jest, that had lead Kelly to release everyone for the day.

What had he said to Gary? Dave strained to remember. Finally it hit him. He’d said, ‘Why don’t you piss off?’ Sure, it could be interpreted as an order, but it could also easily be seen as a suggestion. If Gary took it that way…

Dave stuck the key in the ignition. He had to do some field testing. He took off out of the parking lot, mind whirring. He’d been driving only a couple of minutes before he saw a cheap looking bar off the side of the road. It had the look of one of those places that attracted people who liked to start drinking at ten in the morning and were wasted by late afternoon. It was the sort of place he’d never go into normally.

Dave pulled into the parking lot, dust rising and pebbles pinging off the undercarriage of his car. A sign announced the place as The Dugout. The neon in the sign was already lit and he could see that the O was out in the sign. Taking a breath to steel himself, he entered the Dug ut.

The smell hit him immediately. Stale cigarettes and beer with an undercurrent of motor oil, body odor and cheap pine cleanser. There were six people in the bar; four customers, three rough looking guys who looked liked they were in for a liquid lunch, and one really old guy who look wedded to his stool. Behind the bar was a fat guy in his forties wearing a stained white t-shirt insufficiently stretched over an ample belly, a good portion of which was on display. Also behind the bar was a young, attractive woman. She looked maybe nineteen or so and had long brown hair. She was holding a pencil and apparently working on the books, given the stack of receipts before her.

Dave walked up to the bar and chose a stool. He looked around for a moment, working up his courage, then said to one of the rough looking guys, “Hey buddy, buy me a beer.”

The guy scowled at him. “Fuck off,” he said and went back to talking in a low voice with his buddies. There was chuckling.

“How about you?” Dave asked another guy at the table who was looking over at him. “Wouldn’t you like to buy me a beer?”

The guy looked momentarily confused, but he didn’t refuse outright. Instead he asked, “Why would I do that?”

Why would he? Dave wondered. “Because we’re old friends,” he answered. “You’d love to buy me a beer.”

The guy nodded and held up a hand. “Charlie, get my friend a beer.”

The other two guys at the table suddenly started to quietly question the guy. Dave could see him shrugging, apparently a bit confused. The fat guy behind the bar, Charlie, handed him a glass of beer with a suspicious scowl.

The first guy Dave had talked to suddenly rose from the table and walked over to him. Dave felt himself tensing. “Where the hell you know Drew from?” he asked, hooking a finger at the guy who’d bought him the beer.

“I told you,” Dave said. “We’re old friends.” Then he raised his voice to carry through the room and said, “Hey, we’re all good friends, aren’t we? You guys trust me completely.”

The look on the guy’s face changed immediately. Where he’d been scowling moments before, now a grin broke out on his face. “Hey man! How you been?” he asked. He squeezed Dave’s shoulder companionably. “You guys all know my friend, right?” Then he turned to Dave. “Man, I’m so embarrassed, but I forget your name.”

“It’s Dave,” Dave said.

“Dave!” the guy said happily. “Man, Dave, it’s so great to see you. How you been?”

Dave was thrilled. He didn’t know how or why, but whatever was happening was really happening. He wasn’t just imagining all this. These guys genuinely liked him. They were treating him like an old, dear friend. Just then, Dave glanced behind the bar at the girl. She gave him a friendly smile, but then went back to her books.

“Hey, what’s your name?” Dave asked her.

“Jenny,” the girl said with a smile.

“Hey, Jenny,” he grinned. “Why don’t you come and give me a kiss?”

The party atmosphere dimmed a little bit. There was a flickering of frowns through the smiles. Guy number one walked cautiously back to his seat, watching him. Dave had to tread carefully.

The girl asked, a bit confused, “Why would I do that, Dave?”

Dave thought carefully. He wanted to word this just right, not just for her, but for the suspicious men. “Hey, like I said, you trust me completely.” He judged the effect for a moment, then continued. “Plus, you’re really attracted to me, and all the guys would be happy if we hooked up.”

“Go get ‘im, Jen,” Charlie said with a grin.

Jenny smiled and ducked under the bar. She came right up to him and snuggled up between his legs then wrapped her arms around his neck. Then Dave had his first kiss in eight years. It wasn’t Luke with his hot little mouth, but the girl knew how to kiss and she was apparently eager for it. In spite of himself, Dave felt himself growing hard.

When the kiss broke, Jenny smiled and Dave swallowed nervously. “Hey guys,” Dave said, having to clear his voice twice to get it out. “Maybe you guys could turn around, give me and Jenny some privacy? I think that would make everyone happy.”

“Sure thing, Dave!”

“You got it!”

“Give it to her, Dave,” came the round of happy encouragement.

Dave leaned close to Jenny, who was still snuggled up against him. He whispered in her ear, “Would you like to suck my cock?”

Jenny seemed to think a minute. Then she shook her head. “Not right now, Dave.”

“What’s wrong?” he asked, confused. Shouldn’t she just want to dive in, as it were?

She looked around nervously. “We’re in the middle of the bar. My dad is right there. I’m really attracted to you, and I trust you, but…” and she trailed off.

Dave nodded, thinking. Then he said, “It’s perfectly fine to suck a cock in a bar, if you like and trust the guy. Your dad won’t watch, but he’s happy knowing you’re doing it. It’ll make him happy. Besides, you’ve never wanted to suck a cock as much as you want to suck mine.”

“Stand up,” she whispered, suddenly a bit frenzied.

Dave stood and she immediately attacked his belt and then the button and zipper on his slacks. She pushed his pants and briefs down. Then she sank to her knees in front of him and took his cock in her fist. Dave couldn’t believe how excited he was, considering she was a woman. His heart was racing. He gasped as she swallowed his cock.

“Do you like my cock?” he had to ask.

Jenny released him for a moment and leaned back, examining his stiffened penis. “It’s not very big,” she said, “but it looks nice. Easy to suck, which is great because I’ve never wanted to suck a dick as much as I want to suck yours.”

Dave took that with equanimity. He’d asked after all. Thinking a moment, he said, “Jenny? I have the most amazing cock you’ve ever seen. It’s beautiful and you want more than anything to pleasure it. It gives you pleasure to pleasure me.”

Jenny whined and doubled her efforts on Dave’s cock. He admitted to himself that he’d never had a better blowjob. Well, Luke was better, but only by dint of being a young boy and the excitement that brought. The kid’s technique was decent, but not on par with young Jenny.

Jenny released his cock, licking up and down the shaft, sucking at his balls. “I love your cock so much,” she practically sobbed. Dave noticed that her hand was rubbing furiously between her legs. He hoped her jeans didn’t get wet.

Dave didn’t last long. It had been too long since anyone had touched him and Jenny was too good. The weird sense of power he was experiencing was also completely new to him. Within only a couple of minutes he was spraying his load into Jenny’s throat. She swallowed it expertly, moaning all the while.

When she finally released him, she stood, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. “I’ve never cum like that,” she told him.

Interesting, Dave thought. To her he said, “You were wonderful, baby.” She smiled beatifically.

Then Dave realized that he was standing there in the middle of a dingy bar with his pants around his ankles and his penis slowly shrinking. He’d always been a bit uncomfortable being nude in front of men. He knew he was average in the dick department, but his height made it look smaller. So did the fact that he was a grower and thirty pounds overweight, so he avoided situations where he might be seen. Now he was standing here in the middle of a bar, letting it all hang out. Of course, nobody was looking but Jenny, who was still staring at it hungrily, so it didn’t mean much.

“You guys can turn around,” Dave said.

He waited for comments, but apparently his suggestion that they were friends kept them from saying anything. Not knowing why he was doing it, he said, “What do you guys think about my dick? You can be honest.” By now it had shrunk almost completely, and was once again just poking out a bit, not much more than three inches long.

The guys at the table looked at each other. Charlie was coming around the bar. The first guy Dave had talked to shrugged and said, “Pretty small, man, but it’s probably bigger when it’s stiff, so who knows? Looks alright.”

The third guy, who’s name Dave never heard, said, “Looks okay. Bit on the small side maybe.”

Drew spoke up, saying, “I’d suck it,” earning strange looks from everyone. Apparently just realizing what he’d said, Drew shrugged.

Charlie had just made it around the bar and stood a couple of feet away, looking down at Dave’s dick. “Bigger’n mine,” he said.

Jenny giggled. “It’s true,” she said. “My daddy has a little one.”

Charlie glared suspiciously at his daughter and she laughed. “How many times have I put your drunk ass to bed?” she asked. “You think I haven’t seen what you’re packing a few times.” She shrugged. “Anyway, Mom told me. She likes it though. Says it’s easy to suck.”

Dave pulled up his pants, and as he was zipping and buckling he looked around. He could see some suspicious glances being cast around. None directed at him, but he had the idea he’d stirred up some shit. There was also some quiet arguing between the guys, likely over Drew’s admission of being gay.

Feeling bad, he spoke up. “Guys, I’ve had a great time, I want to thank you for that.”

Everyone smiled and guy number one said, “Some more than others,” with a nod to Jenny, who smiled.

“I’m going to leave,” he said, to a chorus of disappointment. He held up his hands for quiet and got it. “When I walk out the door, I want you guys to forget I was here. Forget you ever saw me, and forget everything that happened while I was here. That sound good to everyone? It’ll be for the best.”

They seemed to think about it, but slowly they all began to nod. “Okay, so you guys just had your usual time, nothing unusual happened and now you’ll go back to your day like always.”

“Take care, Dave!” they all called, or words to that effect.

Dave walked out of the bar, a new, confident spring in his step.

End of Chapter one

Okay, so there were no young boys cavorting around in the nude, but you can likely imagine where this is going, so stay tuned for part two. Also, I’ll let you in on a secret. The more emails I get the faster I tend to get the next part out. (okay, that’s a lie, but I really do like emails)

Hearts and Bones

17/01/2024 / Jason Crow / 0 Comments

Hearts and Bones
By
Rwxxx13 (rwxxx13@yahoo.com)

It was night. Of course, it was always night. It had been night for over 500 years. But out here, so far from the lights and sounds of the city, the night seemed a living thing, thick, cloying. Julien walked silently down the quiet residential street, senses alert, searching.

If anyone were to glance out their window they’d have viewed an apparition… a slender boy on the brink of pubescence, seemingly floating down the middle of the road, so graceful were his movements. No gawkiness here. Julien walked like an old jungle cat, fluid, powerful, completely assured that he and he alone ruled this nightscape. A child alone at such an hour would be strange enough, but that would be the least of the oddities about the sight. To say he was pale would be a classic understatement; his skin was luminous in its whiteness, like the moon made flesh. The long hair, so rich in luxurious curls, was equally pale, a white so light and fine as to defy definition. Dressed in a long-sleeved black silk shirt, tightly cuffed at each slender wrist but left unbuttoned so that the shirt floated behind him like the wings of a bat, one caught occasional glimpses of his softly pink nipples, so frail in his smooth chest. The pants were of satin, cut low around slim hips and molded to his skin like paint. Soft leather boots encased each calf, reaching to just below his knees. The boy would have been a strange sight, indeed, had anyone been awake to observe him.

Julien had taken himself out of the city, with its noise and stink and violence. He told himself that he simply needed a break. He wasn’t running from anything. Certainly not from Ramos. Ramos wasn’t even 200. But he did have a following. And perhaps a strange relationship with the Watchers. Yes, he thought, perhaps it was a relationship indeed. But enough, he scolded himself. Time enough later to dwell upon such things. For now he craved peace and comfort. And companionship.

As he traveled along the quiet suburban streets he listened, his mind browsing through slumbering images of the sleepers around him, testing… tasting. Dreams and fancies and worries and fears, all were his to peruse. From such nocturnal mutterings he came to know something of those he passed, not just of their dreams but of their selves. At each house he passed he was able to discern the number of hearts that beat within, their approximate age, their sex, and even their state of health. To his left, an elderly couple, the male slowly being riddled with cancer. To his right, a young family; a pregnant mother, a father who was beginning to drink too much from the stress and responsibility of providing for a family, and a young girl, perhaps 4 or 5, who was blissfully unaware of the tumor that was growing in her cat. And then quite suddenly, there it was.

The boy shone like heat lightning on the horizon, his thoughts bright and alive and sensuous. Barely aware of his sexuality, his dreams were unfocused but powerfully, though vaguely, erotic. Even some distance away Julien could feel his body’s excitement.

The house was much like the others around it; a small ranch house in a quiet cul-de-sac. In the driveway sat a minivan and against the garage door leaned a boys bicycle. The house was dark, and beside the boy there was only a young woman within. Julien sensed she was in her early 30s and her dreams were untroubled.

Julien stopped at the front door, resting his forehead against the wood, sharpening his senses. To the woman he sent the suggestion to sleep, and he felt her sleep deepen. Then he turned his senses to the boy. Snippets of the boy’s dream flitted through his head, visions of naked flesh and hungry eyes. Julien focused his will, insinuating himself into the boy’s consciousness.

Wake, he willed. Awaken now.

Thirty feet away, through brick and plaster, Julien sensed the boy’s eyes flutter open. Calm, he sent, and felt the beating of the boy’s heart, racing as he pursued his erotic shadows, begin to slow.

Now come to me, he sent. Come to the door and let me in. You’ve been waiting for me. You’re happy to see me.

A soft rustle as bedclothes were pulled back. The quiet pad of small feet across carpet. The opening of a bedroom door. Footsteps closer and closer. Then as Julien stood waiting, the deadbolt was withdrawn and the door was pulled open.

The boy was perhaps 11 or 12. 12, Julien decided. He was a small boy; four foot nine, slender. His longish blond hair was sleep-tousled, and his soft blue eyes glazed with sleep and Julien’s compulsion. His eyes were large and his nose small and pert, giving him the appearance of one of those Japanese cartoon boys that had so recently amused the vampire. His lips were full and pink and soft. He wore only a pair of white briefs and his boyhood protruded, still half erect, a remnant of his dreams. The sight and scent of the boy, so fresh from his bed, caused Julien to shudder with anticipation and longing.

The boy smiled sleepily. “I’ve been waiting for you. I’m happy to see you.”

The Jedi, Julien thought with amusement, as he had since the 1970s and their birth, had nothing on vampires.

“May I enter your home?” Julien asked softly, withdrawing completely from the boy’s mind.

The boy blinked. He could refuse at this point. Permission had to be given without compulsion, but the confusion of the boy, his excited state from the dream, and the lingering effects of the previous compulsion were enough. “Sure… c’mon in.”

And then Julien was in the home and back into the boy’s mind. Verbal instruction was unnecessary. The slightest touch of Julien’s will was sufficient to guide the child back to his room. He had no desire to crush the boy’s mind, to make him a thrall. He exerted only the slightest influence, taking away the urge to question the situation and leaving him in a warm daze.

The room was typical of a young boy in this century, hung about with glossy posters of dinosaurs and super heroes, although his impending adolescence was reflected in the appearance of a teen idol or two. His impending homosexuality, not fully accepted yet by the boy, was evident in the fact that the teen idols were pretty, androgynous males. The double bed stood in one corner, sheets tangled, exuding the boy’s scent to Julien’s keen nose.

“Are we going to sleep now?” the boy asked, glancing between Julien and the bed, a hint of confusion in his voice.

Julien gazed at the innocent lad as he stood glowing in a luminous shaft of moonlight through the window. “What is your name?” he asked, while mentally smoothing the boy’s confusion. He removed a pair of ruby and onyx cufflinks and let his silk shirt slide coolly from his shoulders to flutter silently to the floor.

“My name’s Dylan. What’s yours?”

“I am Julien.”

“Jool-yen?”

“Julien. With a soft J.”

“Julien.” The boy smiled. “I like that. Julien,” he said again, wrapping his tongue around the unfamiliar French pronunciation.

Standing on one foot and then the other, Julien quickly removed his boots. With a quick shimmy he snaked out of his clinging satin pants. He wore no underwear.

Dylan eyes grew wide as he watched the other boy quickly undress. His eyes locked on Julien’s penis, where it hung pale and long from a hairless groin. He unconsciously licked his lips.

“You sure are white,” he said, wonderingly. “You look nice though.”

“You look wonderful as well, mon petit amour,” Julien breathed as he stepped forward and placed his hands on the other boy’s chest. He stood there for long moments, allowing the boy’s warmth to bathe against him, through him, suffusing him. Their eyes locked, innocent blue meeting knowing gray.

They were nearly the same height so Julien had only to lean forward to brush his cool lips against Dylan’s warm ones, and then to the other boy’s neck, nuzzling the warmth there, drinking in the twelve-year-old’s warm, boyish scent. Dylan gasped in surprised pleasure as he felt the boy vampire’s tongue lick at his neck. He lifted his hands to Julien’s sides and then his back, feeling the cool skin, like ivory or marble, slide under his trembling fingers. What a strange, wonderful dream, he thought.

Chest to chest, nipple to nipple, Julien teased himself, letting his small fangs scrape over Dylan’s exposed neck while he held the boy closer. Against his lips he felt the strong pulsing of the child’s carotid artery. Between their bodies he could feel the stirring of Dylan’s little penis, awakening from its brief slumber to poke hot and insistent against his groin. Dylan’s hands drifted along Julien’s slender back to his small firm ass, squeezing and caressing, pulling their crotches tighter together.

With a gasp Dylan felt the fangs sink into his neck. His small body trembled as Julien’s lips locked tightly against the throbbing vein in his neck, suckling him like a hungry puppy. There was only the briefest hint of pain before a pleasurable warmth began to spread from his neck, slowly encompassing his body.

Julien received the first spurt of the boy’s rich blood like a benediction, shuddering in ecstasy as the child’s warmth began to infuse him. In his chest his heart stuttered and then began to beat, quickly spreading the boy’s blood throughout his body, revitalizing and warming him. Between them, blood found its way to Julien’s penis, which began to lift and throb to match Dylan’s own.

Sated for the moment Julien began to lick at the twin punctures in the boy’s neck, an enzyme in his saliva quickly working to close the wounds. Dylan shuddered and sighed, shaky with a sort of lust he’d never encountered in his young life. He marveled as he stood there, chest to chest with this strange boy, feeling their hearts beat as one, feeling the insistent throb of Julien’s penis alongside his own. His mind was awhirl with pleasure and wonder.

After one last lick Julien trailed light kisses along the boy’s swan neck, along the soft curve of his jaw, to his soft, full lips. Dylan seemed startled for a moment by the kiss, his body tensing. Julien snaked his small tongue between the boy’s lips and felt the hesitant touch of Dylan’s tongue in return. He explored the warm cavern of the boy’s mouth, redolent of toothpaste and a hint of peanut butter, and then sighed in response as he felt Dylan’s tongue shyly protrude into his own mouth, sliding between his fangs, no doubt tasting the coppery-sweet tang of his own blood.

“Wha—what’s happening?” Dylan asked, catching his breath as he recovered from the kiss. His emotions were in an uproar even through the dreamy fog of his thoughts.

“Your reward, little prince,” Julien replied. “Repayment for your generosity.”

“I… I don’t understand.”

Relax, Julien sent, and the slight tension melted from the boy’s body.

It was Julien’s turn to explore the boy’s body, and he did so with hands and lips that had known the bodies of countless boys. Still, he thought, each boy was a surprise to him. Each one a rare pearl to be examined and delighted over. With hands that trembled nearly as much as those of the child before him, Julien traced the knobs of the boy’s spine, circling and caressing each one, lower and lower. He stroked Dylan’s tender flanks, fluttering with his breaths. High on his hips, a gathering of cloth between fingers and a slight exertion and the ruined briefs fell to the ground, leaving nothing between their bodies but air. Dylan didn’t even seem to notice. His eyes were shut, and his head tilted slightly back, his breathing shallow and rapid as he tried to contain the sensations traveling through his small body.

Fingers trailing lightly down each side, they reached down to hairless thighs, then around the back and up, lightly cupping then squeezing each pert buttock. Dylan, his eyes slowly opening and gaining some focus, leaned forward and once again found Julien’s lips. His own hands, fluttering uselessly at his sides, once again reached out to likewise rub tender ass flesh.

“I never did this,” he breathed.

“I will show you all, little one,” Julien smiled.

“Is this real?” Dylan then asked in his little boy voice.

“It is real. And it is a dream. Worry not, my love, I will leave you with a delicious memory.”

Julien turned the boy then lowered him till he was sitting on the bed. He then knelt between his legs and pushed his chest gently until he was leaning back on his elbows, his legs spread wide. Placing a hand on each thigh he gazed down upon the boy. Dylan stared back at him, heavy-lidded but eager. The boy’s chest rose and fell with each breath, his flat stomach showing some definition. Tanned flesh gave over to pale flesh below the child’s navel.

Cradled like a precious icon between his outstretched legs, his boycock stood stiffly, throbbing with every beat of his heart. Just four inches long and three quarters of an inch thick, the small morsel gleamed, covered in a surprising amount of pre-cum. The head was circumcised and Julien could see where the doctor had cut crookedly, leaving a slanting ring of tissue that the vampire found adorable. The small cockhead glowed pink and shiny in the moonlight. Below was a tightly wrinkled sac holding olive sized balls. Several small stray strands of golden hair covered the sac. The base of the boy’s pricklet was smooth and hairless.

Julien moved his hands to the boy’s hips and then leaned forward, licking the middle of his chest, tasting the sweat-slick flesh. Using his tongue he swiped a cool, wet line to Dylan’s left nipple. The boy gasped as he felt the warmth of Julien’s mouth close over that nubbin of flesh. Tongue whipping he quickly teased the pinkish tan nipple erect. Dylan then shuddered as Julien playfully bit at the pebbly flesh, his fang stopping just short of piercing the tender nub.

To the other nipple then, while his body sank against the boy’s, Dylan’s fevered prick pressing insistently against his chest, slicking him with his copious outpouring of pre-cum. Julien then playfully bit and licked and kissed and suckled his way down along Dylan’s quivering stomach, his tongue stopping on its downward trek only long enough to plunge and swirl into the boy’s small, taut bellybutton, causing the twelve-year-old to squirm.

Carefully skirting the object of his desire, Julien allowed his tongue to trace a path down along that pale groin until he found the moist cleft where thigh met trunk. The vampire then lifted each small ankle, bringing both up to the mattress, forcing the boy to lie back. Between virgin thighs Dylan’s small scrotum sat, tight and quivering. Watery pre-cum had carved a path of wetness to either side of the small sac, at the juncture of each thigh. And just below that, moist and pink and untouched, crouched the boy’s tiny rosebud.

Julien’s head darted once again between the boy’s legs. Sticking out his tongue he leaned forward slowly until it contacted one of those trails of pre-cum. Boy and vampire sighed as contact was made, the boy with sensation, and the vampire in epicurean delight. There was a sweet bitterness to a boy’s pre-cum when he was at a certain age; just into pubescence, but not yet into adolescence. As the diminutive vampire’s tongue lapped up his bounty, he tried to ignore the powerful pull of Dylan’s femoral artery, so tantalizingly close. Then his tongue found that sensitive area between a boy’s balls and his asshole, and he smiled as Dylan gasped and shuddered, releasing more boyish wetness.

Lower still, tongue skipping lightly over the tightened sphincter, feeling it contract as the boy moaned in fevered ecstasy. Swirling and tasting and pushing lightly. Then swirling and pushing again. Until finally, preternatural tongue slipped into preteen anus.

A vampire as old as Julien enjoyed a certain amount of control over his physical form. He couldn’t turn into a bat, or a wolf, or deconstruct himself to form a mist; such things were the stuff of fantasy. However, his vampiric flesh could be molded to a degree. While he couldn’t gain enough mass to form an adult body, he could change the shape of his face if he wished, taking on the appearance of another boy altogether. On a few occasions he had even formed himself small breasts and dressed as a girl, using his ‘feminine’ wiles to lure a few lecherous men to their doom. His hair, white as the soft downy feathers on a dove’s breast, was pure affectation, his one concession to vanity. His own blond hair, so long now without the touch of the sun, was the palest of yellows. The cupid’s bow mouth, the large, liquid gray eyes, the perfection of cheek and brow and jaw, all blending into a face at once innocent and wholly sensual, was his by nature.

Julien used that ability now to lengthen his tongue, spearing it inwards into Dylan’s sweaty center, swirling and twisting, making the boy writhe and moan. He thickened it too, filling the boy’s ass to just this side of uncomfortable. Then withdrawing and reverting to regular size, he licked back up and over the sensitive perineum and finally up under the taut nutsac.

The young boy’s thighs were trembling as Julien allowed his feet to lower back towards the floor. Meanwhile his tongue lightly explored the boy’s wrinkled scrotum. His tongue swirled and prodded each small testicle, wetting and sliding along each tiny wrinkled groove. With very little effort he was able to take the entire sac into his mouth, sucking lightly. Dylan clutched handfuls of sheet while his body shook and he whipped his head from side to side.

His pale fingers making the whiteness of Dylan’s groin seem tan in comparison, Julien reached forward and slid a hand beneath the boy’s quivering penis. He sensuously rubbed the pre-cum he found there into the smooth skin. Then, pressing lightly against the base, caused Dylan’s penis to lift upward. Gently releasing the small tender balls, he rasped his tongue slowly up the short length of prepubescent cock.

“Are you gonna… oh man, you are. Oh man,” Dylan whispered.

Julien’s tongue explored the delightfully crooked remnant of foreskin, then swirled expertly around the small, tender head. Moaning himself, he lapped at the small, leaking pisshole, forcing his tongue into the tiny slit. Then he wrapped his lips around the small spongy head and applied suction until Dylan sobbed with pleasure. Downward then in a slow, sensual journey only inches in length but long, teasing minutes in the making. All the while Julien took special care to keep the boy from cumming, seeing how long he could keep him on the precipice without allowing him to spill over. Walking the razor’s edge. Only preternatural senses allowed such a delicate balance.

Finally, reaching the gloriously smooth base, Julien took a few long moments just to revel in the sensation of having the whole of Dylan’s boyhood in his mouth. Such a feeling of power, given and received. And a feeling of responsibility, holding the tender stalk within, protecting it, worshiping it. Julien realized centuries ago that he worshiped at the idol of boyhood. And who better to do so than the very avatar of youth? And if boys were his religion, then the penis of a young boy was at the very core of its doctrine. The Eternal Font of Youth. The Scepter of Grace. The Rod of Nobility. And as the High Priest of his religion, he prepared to receive the Sacrament.

Lips firmly locked, Julien began to move up and down, allowing the young cock to piston in and out of his mouth. With his left hand he reached out to rub and squeeze Dylan’s pert nipples, while with his right thumb he began to press against his rubbery sphincter. Dylan spread his legs wider while his hands found Julien’s head. He began to thrust his slim hips upward, trying to match the rhythm of the vampire’s sucking mouth.

With a last push, Julien’s thumb speared into the tight anus, and with a cry Dylan’s hips thrust upward and locked into place, pressing insistently against Julien’s mouth, quivering while his young cock exploded. Julien felt the first searing blast of thin boyish cum splatter the back of his throat and he groaned as he was bathed in spurt after spurt… four… five… then growing weaker as Dylan grunted and ground his crotch against his face. Then with a gasp he collapsed back to the bed, his spit and cum-slickened cock shining wetly in the moonlight, panting.

Mouth still filled with watery boycum, Julien slid his body up and over Dylan’s until he was once again chest to chest with the small blond. He lowered his lips to his panting mouth and allowed a few dribbles of youthful nectar to drip between his parted lips. Dylan groaned and wrapped his arms and legs around the vampire, pressing his mouth to Julien’s, eager little tongue exploring, tasting. Julien shared the boy’s bounty, his mind awash in the boy’s pleasure.

Julien at last managed to separate his thoughts from those of the boy. But it was only with difficulty; Dylan’s thoughts were so primal, his pleasure so all-encompassing. Gently untangling himself from the boy’s clinging limbs he sat back and simply stared. Still locked in the fiery afterglow of his orgasm, Dylan hugged himself and rocked gently from side to side, smiling and mewling.

With gentle hands Julien rolled the boy until he was lying on his stomach, his still hard cock pressing wetly against the mattress. Sliding off the end of the bed Julien took into his hands Dylan’s left foot. He brought it to his face, first smelling, then licking the sensitive sole. Dylan giggled and squirmed. Julien slid his tongue between each toe, then took them one by one into his mouth. Dylan’s giggles turned to groans.

Julien licked around the boy’s ankle, then slowly began journeying upward. There was the lightest bit of golden down on each slim calf. Behind the knee, Julien once again paused to feel the beating of Dylan’s strong pulse against his lips. Then upward once again, over smooth, hairless thighs.

Settling himself between Dylan’s outstretched legs, Julien used his thumbs to gently spread the twelve year old’s small cheeks. Dylan shuddered as he felt the vampire’s hot breath across his tiny puckered asshole. Pushing his face into that gentle cleft, Julien once again assaulted the virgin hole with his tongue. He ravished the boy with his tongue, licking, sucking, probing. Then when he felt the boy was prepared, he sat back and stared. The tiny pink mouth dilated on its own, hungry now.

Gently easing a pillow under the boy’s hips, Julien crawled up the bed and covered Dylan’s body with his own. His stiff penis, only a bit larger than Dylan’s at nearly five inches and just an inch thick, throbbed as it rested in the sweaty cleft of the boy’s ass.

“Are… are you gonna do it,” Dylan asked breathlessly. “Are you gonna put in me?”

“Oui, méchant,” Julien murmured, laying his lips close behind the smaller boy’s ear, feeling his damp blond curls against his cheek.

“Will it hurt?” he asked, worry seeping into his voice.

“I promise you it will not,” Julien breathed.

“I never…”

“Shhhh, I know.”

Julien began to move his hips, sliding his cock along the valley between Dylan’s pert asscheeks. Then reaching down he grasped his stiff penis and, skinning back the foreskin, set the small spongy head at the entrance to the boy’s ass. He could feel Dylan shudder under him in anticipation. Tensing then, Julien pushed forward, harder, harder, until the head of his cock slipped past the tightly muscled ring of the small boy’s anus.

Dylan gasped. “It’s in me!”

“Almost chou-chou. Almost.” So saying, he pushed forward, gently filling the boy with this slim cock.

“Filling me up,” Dylan whispered in wonder.

Finally Julien could go no further. He was encased in fiery flesh. Dylan’s ass sucked at his cock, milking him. He groaned. Sliding his hands along the boy’s forearms he wrapped his hands over Dylan’s, interlocking their fingers. Then he began to move.

To Julien this was a dance. A ballet of the flesh. The choreography of lust. Each move was precise, calculated to bring the most pleasure to both partners. To Dylan it was nothing so structured. To the virgin boy it was elemental and chaotic. Like being caught up in the ocean, twisted and churned by the surf, crashed against the shore only to be taken back out to sea, caught in a riptide, drowning in sensation.

Julien’s hips moved, driving his cock in and out of Dylan’s little ass. Much as he had earlier sensed the boy, he sensed his impending climax, like heat lightning on the horizon, distant but growing in power. His ears were full of Dylan’s breathless gasps and his own bestial little grunts, of the slap, slap, slap of their sweaty bodies as they each rushed toward orgasm.

Closer and closer. Julien felt himself losing control. His mind was being assaulted by the primal beat of Dylan’s thoughts. Sex and skin and sweat and blood. And blood. At the crest of the wave Julien was rolled under. As his orgasm crashed over him he savagely sank his fangs into the side of Dylan’s neck. As his own bloodied emission spurted into the boy’s ass, he drew Dylan’s lifeblood into himself, a circle of blood and life and death.

It was the small boy’s pitiful moan that finally brought Julien to his senses. One moment he was lying on top of the boy, fangs in his neck, cock still pulsing in his ass, and the next he was standing, back to the wall across the room, staring in fear and horror. The boy still breathed and Julien threw out his senses, desperately analyzing Dylan’s condition. Finally he sensed that the boy wasn’t quite as damaged as he’d feared, but still dangerously weakened.

Julien collapsed in relief, all strength running out of his body. With what seemed a colossal effort he crawled back onto the bed and pulled the child into his arms, unnerved by how doll-like he seemed. He smoothed his hands over the small frail body, whispering his apologies to him, promising him all would be well. He licked at the boy’s neck, closing the ragged wound, deeply ashamed at having lost control.

Julien couldn’t remember the last time something like this had happened. He was always fully in control of himself. While it was true that he hadn’t had a boy in quite awhile, it was no excuse for losing himself like that. He was no neophyte bloodsucker. Perhaps his frustration and fear, yes fear he finally admitted to himself, with his own current situation had gotten the better of him. Holding the boy close, warming him, being warmed by him, he vowed that he would run no longer.

The End

Wrote this way back in 2005. Needed a little sprucing up, so here is a newly edited version for your enjoyment. If you do come across this story, please consider leaving me a comment at rwxxx13@yahoo.com. I love hearing from people who’ve enjoyed my stories.
As you can see, the story is begging to be continued. Hoping to get to that soon. I think Julien’s tale isn’t yet finished. Hope you enjoyed him. Please drop me a line if you liked it at rwxxx13@yahoo.com.

Edit by Jason:
Yes, really! The End. No more chapters will follow. Not written by me, nor by Rwxxx13. Sadly, he passed away and will never write another story or chapter. Even though I think it deserves a decent ending, I’ll never write and end to it. I don’t want to touch this genius writer’s work, because I know I’ll never do it justice. But please! Feel free to do so yourself, and send it to me and I might end up posting it here!

Do Ya Think I’m Sexy – part 5

17/01/2024 / Jason Crow / 0 Comments

Do Ya Think I’m Sexy – Part 5
By
rwxxx13@yahoo.com

The next morning the first thing I became aware of was the most wonderful feeling in my groin. My eyes fluttered open to darkness, but I thought I was still dreaming. It took me a moment to realize that what I was taking for darkness was actually the black cloud of my aunt’s long hair spread across my lower body.

Sensing I was awake, Donna lifted her head and her hair spread like a curtain to reveal her face. Her eyes were dancing with mischief, and her lips were spread in an O around the tip of my cock. She released me with a grin and then circled my cockhead slowly with her tongue. “Morning, Tiger,” she said softly.

“Uh… good morning,” I answered.

“I needed a little treat this morning,” she said, licking sensuously from my balls to the tip of my dick.

“What about-” I began, but she interrupted and said, “Don’t worry, I haven’t woken Jimmy up yet. We have a few minutes just for ourselves.”

With that, Donna rose to her knees. She was naked. She artfully straddled my hips and with a quick movement lifted my cock and then settled down onto it. I groaned as my prick sank into the intoxicating heat of my aunt’s vagina. She rode me gently, her hands pressed to my chest, her hips rising and falling, undulating, twisting, grinding her hairy cunt against my pubic bone.

I began to lift my hips to meet her downward thrusts, adding my own power to our coupling. My hands gripped her hips, pulling her down onto my cock. “That’s it, baby,” Donna moaned. “Fuck me, angel.”

This was a different kind of screwing than I’d grown used to. This was slow and sensual. The feelings built slower, but somehow more powerfully. I wanted to speed my thrusts, but Donna used her body to prevent it, to keep me at a slow, steady pace.

Still maintaining her rhythmic bouncing on my cock, Donna grabbed my wrists and pushed my arms up over my head. Then she attacked my neck, lightly biting and sucking me. She kissed and licked her way down my shoulder and into my left armpit. There she licked long, slow swathes across the hairless skin.

“I love that you don’t have any hair here,” she breathed, her tongue lapping. I was surprised it wasn’t ticklish, but it just made me squirm in pleasure.

“Because you like little boys,” I said softly.

“Because I like little boys,” she cooed. “Beautiful, delicious little hairless boys.”

“Is that why you and Jimmy…” I began, but left the rest unsaid.

Donna stopped bouncing on my cock. She sat back, looking pained. “I know that’s wrong,” she said softly. “He’s my son. And he’s so young still. It just started by accident. I was washing him and not even really paying attention when I made him come. After that, I swore to myself it would never happen again, but he got so upset when I refused to give him ‘the feeling’ that I just kept doing it whenever he wanted. Now… it’s different. He’s my baby, and I’m making him feel good. But it will never go further than that, Tommy. I mean it. It’s bad enough I’m sitting here with my nephew’s cock inside me. I won’t ever do that with my own son.”

“Well,” I grinned. “At least you have me,” I said, and then I flexed, making my cock jerk inside her.

“I have you,” she smiled, “and your delicious little cock.”

“My boycock,” I teased.

“Yes, angel, your perfect little boycock.”

Then she started to fuck me again, but this time her movements were more desperate and it wasn’t long before we were each panting heavily, the wet, messy sound of our sex growing louder. I felt my orgasm begin to erupt and I gave out a painful sounding yelp. Knowing I was coming put Donna over the edge and we writhed together, sharing our ecstasy.

Afterward, sweaty and panting, Donna lifted herself off me and stood unsteadily at the side of my bed as she grabbed her robe and tied the belt around her waist. Then she bent over and gave me a short but sound kiss on the lips. “You’d better get into the shower before you get dressed, Tiger. Wouldn’t want you going to school smelling like pussy.”

I grinned. “Maybe I would.”

She reached down and grabbed my balls. “Up or they’re mine,” she teased.

I got up and headed naked into the bathroom for a quick shower while she went to wake Jimmy. By the time I finished and got dressed for school and headed downstairs, Jimmy was already at the breakfast table eating. Donna gave me a conspiratorial wink as she handed me a plate and I sat to eat.

After breakfast I prepared to leave for school while Jimmy ran upstairs to the bathroom. Donna caught me at the door before I could leave and she caught me in a heated kiss while her hand squeezed my cock through my Levis.

“I’ll see you later, Tiger.”

School that day was a bit of a disappointment. Billy and I met before 1st period, but he informed me that he wouldn’t be around for gym because his mom was picking him for a dentist appointment. That also meant he wouldn’t be coming over to my house after school. It made for a boring day, as I didn’t have anything to look forward to. Well, other than sex with Donna later. I hoped.

I wasn’t looking forward to gym. It just wouldn’t be the same without Billy to talk to and laugh with. I was all alone as I changed into my gym clothes. I’d say it was a uniform, since we all had to wear the same colors, but you could wear any type of shirt and shorts as long as they were the right color. I had on a plain, white, tight-fitting Fruit of the Loom t-shirt tucked into a pair of blue cotton gym shorts, which also fit pretty tightly, hugging my small package. My shoes were Converse high-tops. Not cause I played basketball, but just because I thought they looked cool. My white tube socks, which rose nearly to my knees, had blue stripes, to match my shorts.

In gym that week we were doing some sort of Presidential fitness thing. You had to choose between 4 programs to do, A through D, A being the hardest. I picked A, because I thought I was pretty athletic. It was mostly running and jumping and chin-ups and push-ups. Stuff like that.

The hardest part of the A program was the rope climb. You had to shinny up a thick rope and slap the steel ceiling beam, 20+ feet above. I actually thought the rope climb was pretty easy, since there were big knots every few feet to help you, but it scared most kids.

The President’s thing was a co-ed activity, so all the kids were gathered around the mats with Mr. Patton and Ms. Wallace, the girl’s gym teacher. Usually boys and girls had their own activities on their respective sides of the gym.

Anyway, when it was my turn the for the rope climb, I admit I was showing off a bit. I went up the rope like a monkey, and within seconds I was slapping the ceiling beam from a dizzying height. Then I started back down the rope with the goal of going down even faster than I’d gone up. That’s sorta where I had a problem.

I was nearly all the way back down, and I could already hear the cheers of my peers when my feet missed the last knot and I lost my grip. I instinctively wrapped my thighs tightly around the rope and reached out to hug the rope with my arms, which worked. Sorta. I caught the rope right against my crotch, which allowed me time to grab the rope again, but I was still sliding down fast and when I hit that knot, it was right on my nuts. The shock of the pain made me lose my grip with my hands and I fell the last 4 or 5 feet and landed flat on my back on the mat, driving the air out of my lungs.

I lost a few moments then, concerned with the state of my balls and the fact that I couldn’t get a decent breath. My hands were cupping my abused nuggets and I was rolling around, gasping like a fish out of water. I sensed Mr. Patton over me, and heard him talking to Ms. Wallace, and then I was being lifted and carried away.

I finally got a decent breath as we passed out of the big gym double doors. We were then in the short hallway to the locker-room and I told Mr. Patton that I was ok, and that he could put me down.

“Well, we’re almost here now, so just hold on,” he told me.

I found myself with the urge to reach out and grab the silver whistle hanging around his neck and blow, it, but I restrained myself. Mr. Patton turned and used his back to open the door to the locker-room, exposing us to the smell of disinfectant and feet. Then we were in his office and he was carefully helping me down to stand on my own.

“You’re sure you’re ok?” he asked.

I nodded.

“Ok, well let’s just be sure,” he said. Then he sat in his office chair and he reached out to pull the front of my t-shirt out of my shorts and slid his hand up underneath where he pressed his warm hand against my chest. His other hand rested against my back. “Breathe,” he instructed.

I took a deep breath, to show I could. He moved his hand to the other side of my chest and asked me to breath again. Then his hand was on my stomach. His hands were really big. Mr. Patton was about 6 feet tall and he had big hands and very hairy arms. I could feel his arm hairs on my belly.

Mr. Patton patted me on the stomach and smiled. “Ok, all feels good,” he said, and I relaxed. “Now about your other injury,” he said. “It all… feels ok now?” he asked.

I nodded nervously. He was talking about my balls. “I think I feel ok now,” I informed him.

“No soreness?” he inquired earnestly.

I shrugged. “Maybe a tiny bit,” I allowed.

“Well, we’d best check, to be on the safe side,” he said.

I swallowed nervously. He wanted to check? My balls?

“Just relax,” he said soothingly, reaching out to hook his thumbs into my shorts on both of my hips. “We’ll just make sure everything is ok and get you back to class.”

“But, I – ” I began, but it was too late. With a gentle tug, my shorts and underwear were down around my knees.

Mr. Patton stared at my crotch. I saw him bite his lower lip. Then he swallowed. “E-everything looks ok,” he said, emphasis on the word looks. He planted a smile on his face and looked up and said, “You racked yourself pretty good, huh?”

I nodded slowly. Mr. Patton was acting weird. In fact, Mr. Patton was acting a bit like my Aunt Donna, the first time she’d seen me naked in the bathtub.

“Never can be too careful,” he said, eyes back on my crotch. Then he reached out and put his hand between my thighs, making me spread my legs a little. My shorts fell the rest of the way to drape over my Converse. Then Mr. Patton was gently cupping my small, hairless nuts.

I gasped a bit at the contact, even though I was expecting it. My balls seemed really small in Mr. Patton’s big hand, but his hand was warm and very gentle. He pulled my balls out away from my body a bit, and carefully rolled them around, lightly squeezing them. Then his other hand reached out and and gently picked up my dick and moved it to the side.

“We’ll have to move Little Tommy off to the side, so I can see,” he explained. “Not that he’s all that little,” he went on, his voice oddly higher than normal. “You’re a good size for your age, Tommy. You’re not yet thirteen are you?” He was talking really fast. “You already have some hair down here. That’s nice. I hadn’t noticed before. They’re very light.”

He’d noticed my crotch? Was everyone watching my crotch?

“No pain?” he asked, his voice a bit tight. I could feel his hot breath wafting over my crotch, and then I felt a twinge in my dick. I knew what that twinge meant.

“I think I’m fine, Mr. Patton,” I said worriedly.

“Well, we just want to be sure,” he said. “An injury like this can sneak up on you. Oh!”

He felt what I knew he’d feel and I cringed in embarrassment. His left hand let go of my dick and it dropped downward, only to bob twice and then to rise again. I saw Mr. Patton’s eyes widening as my pubescent cock grew right before him.

“Th-that’s perfectly normal, Tommy,” he said, eyes locked on my growing penis. He licked his lips again. “Nothing to be embarrassed about. It happens to all boys.”

It seemed it didn’t just happen to boys. A glance downward showed me a straining bulge in Mr. Patton’s tight blue shorts. His weren’t gym shorts like the boys wore, but had pockets and a zipper. Real shorts. Still, I could see a rising projection there. My own cock reached it’s full length, quivering with hardness, pointed straight up at the ceiling.

Mr. Patton’s hand was still on my balls, but I realized he wasn’t examining so much as caressing them now. That wasn’t helping my boner at all. Mr. Patton didn’t say a thing.

“Mr. Patton?” I said helpfully.

“Oh!” His eyes rose to meet mine, and then dropped again to my cock. “I…” he swallowed, nervously I thought. “Nothing to embarrassed about, Tommy,” he repeated a bit dazedly. “Perfectly normal.” He went on staring and caressing my ballsac.

“I think I’m ok,” I said, hoping he’d get the hint. Was my dick magic or something? Everyone that saw it seemed to go all glassy-eyed.

“You’re perfect,” I heard him breath softly.

“What?” I asked, though I’d heard him just fine.

Mr. Patton must have realized what he’d said and sort of shook himself, sat up straighter and finally released my nuts. “I mean, you seem perfectly fine, young man,” he said. His voice was much deeper this time. Deeper than normal actually.

“Can I get dressed?” I asked, hopefully.

Mr. Patton’s eyes were locked once again on my swaying cock. He licked his lips yet again. “Do you masturbate, Tommy?” he asked suddenly.

“Wh-what?” I asked.

“It’s… uh… important. Medically. To know.” Mr. Patton looked up at me guiltily, apparently aware he was rambling. He visibly gathered himself. “An injury like this,” he started, hand reaching out towards my balls again, stopping himself just before taking them in his warm hand. “…well, it can sneak up on you. You think you’re fine, see, and then later you… engage in… a certain activity, and… well, you can realize you’re injured worse than you thought. Of course, by then it’s too late. So… do you?”

Mr. Patton tore his eyes away from my cock long enough to look me in the eyes. I nodded nervously, torn between embarrassment and a growing sexual excitement.

“That’s good,” he said. “I mean, that’s normal. For a boy. Your age. I mean, for all ages, but… at your stage of development… it’s good. And normal. To do that.” His eyes were back on my cock. I saw his his hand drop to his lap, where he quickly adjusted his cock where it was straining uncomfortably against his shorts.

“I think…” he began again, and I got the distinct impression he was making things up as he went along, “Tommy, I think I should, just to be safe, mind you, uh… simulate… that action. Just for a bit. To be sure. You wouldn’t want to find out later you’d badly injured yourself. So…” his hand reached out, “… just for a moment…”

Then his hand gently wrapped around my cock. We both gasped at the contact. Mr. Patton just held me for a moment, in his big, warm fist. I was completely engulfed in his hand, able to see only the barest hint of pink poking out the top. His hand squeezed me softly, and I saw a tiny bubble of pre-cum ooze out of my piss-slit. Mr. Patton used his thumb to touch that drop of liquid, then be lifted it. It stretched upward for about half an inch before separating. Then his thumb was back and he swirled it in a small circle atop my spongy cockhead. I groaned.

Mr. Patton moved his fingers enough to allow his thumb to apply a coating of the slowly leaking fluid to the entirety of my acorn-sized cockhead. By that time I was growing a little shaky. Seeing the state I was in, Mr. Patton released my cock long enough to grab me by the hips and sit me on the edge of his desk. My underwear and shorts were left dangling by just one foot. Spreading my smooth, hairless thighs, he was able to scoot even closer to me.

“You let me know if this starts to hurt,” Mr. Patton said softly, taking my quivering cock back into his fist. He began to slowly move it up and down, causing my leaking pisshole to gape open on each downward thrust. Then, as if he realized how blatantly sexual this was and somehow felt the need to disguise it, he said, “So your friend Mr. Parker is absent today.”

“He had to go to the dentist,” I said, panting a little, my voice small and breathy. I watched Mr. Patton’s hand continue it’s steady up and down motion.

“You two seem to have become very good friends,” he said, eyes not leaving my cock and his gentle ministrations. I saw his other hand reach down and clutch the tubular bulge in his shorts, squeezing.

“So does Mr. Parker have a few hairs down here too? Blonde and hard to see like yours perhaps?”

I was beyond caring that it was such and odd and personal question. “He doesn’t have any yet, but he can squirt.”

Mr. Patton’s eyes left my crotch then, snapping up to my face, widening a bit with surprise, his eyes sparkling. It took me a moment to realize what I’d just said. What I’d just admitted. Mr. Patton licked his lips. “And what about you, Tommy?” he asked, trying to hide the eagerness in his voice. “Can you squirt too?”

I felt myself nodding. I guess having someone jacking your cock is sort of like a truth serum. “Only a tiny bit. I did it the first time last night.”

“Just last night?” he asked. His eyes were back on my cock. “Just last night,” he repeated softly. His hand sped up on my cock. “I knew his cousin, you know,” he said. “Dylan. I had him for 3 years. We became good friends.

Are you ok, Tommy?” he asked me. “It doesn’t hurt, does it?” As if he thought it did. I shook my head. “Feels good,” I managed to gasp.

Mr. Patton was silent then, for about 20 seconds he just jacked me. “I can make you feel even better, Tommy,” he said then. He looked up and caught my eye and then quickly looked away. “Would you like that?”

I had an idea what he meant. I could see the hungry look in his eye as he stared at my cock. “Please make it feel better,” I gasped.

That was all the permission he apparently required. With a hungry moan, he leaned his head down into my lap and swallowed me whole. I shuddered as I felt his lips close tightly around the sparse hairs at the base of my throbbing dick. Mr. Patton groaned loudly as he just held me there, his lips and tongue working, sucking at me strongly. His right hand disappeared into his lap. I heard a snap, and then the sound of a zipper. Leaning forward a bit to look, I watched as he used both hands to spread his shorts wide. Then he hooked a finger into his white briefs and pushed them down, freeing his cock.

It was the first real grownup penis I’d seen outside of a magazine. I was surprised by how much hair he had down there. His dick was practically lost in it. It was hard to see at first because of the angle, but then he wrapped his other fist around it and pushed it out and down. It looked to be about as long as Billy’s cock. About 5 inches or so. It was a lot thicker tho. Like me, Billy’s dick wasn’t even an inch thick, but Mr. Patton’s adult cock was nearly an inch and a half wide. I tried to imagine what a nine inch penis would look like, and I couldn’t manage it. The most interesting difference was that Mr. Patton’s big dick wasn’t circumcised like mine. I’d only seen them in books before. I watched as that encircling bunch of skin was slowly pulled back to reveal a thick, purplish cockhead which was glistening with wetness.

Then Mr. Patton’s hand began to move back and forth on his own cock, covering and then uncovering that wide head with it’s layer of skin. I wondered what it would be like to have a foreskin of my own. That’s when Mr. Patton began to slowly bob his head up and down on my dick. On each upward rise, he would stop for just a moment, just long enough to swirl his tongue twice around the head of my cock, before sinking down to once again wrap his lips tightly around the base. Then he’d do it all again. It was official. Mr. Patton was the best cocksucker yet.

Mr. Patton’s foreskin made a wet sound each time it retracted from his cockhead. Mr. Patton’s mouth made all kinds of wet sounds as it worked up and down on my spit-covered little dick. The site of his jacking hand and his hungry mouth soon had me panting shallowly while my whole body began to tingle. I leaned far back on the desk, my hands bracing me on the opposite edge while I began to give little thrusts of my hips.

“Gonna come!” I managed to gasp breathlessly.

Mr. Patton groaned loudly and redoubled his efforts on my little cock, the suction becoming so much more intense, as if he he was trying to suck my balls up through my cock. My whole body was tensing, holding off the moment as long as I could, quivering with the need for release but fighting to restrain it. Finally I could fight it no longer, and with a series of high-pitched, desperate little gasps, I felt my cock begin to jerk violently in my gym teachers hot, eager mouth.

I shuddered and flopped back onto the desk. Mr. Patton couldn’t maintain that angle, and with a pop he released my cock. I lay there for at least a minute, my head lolling off the end of the desk, my long blonde hair nearly touching the floor. My legs were spread wide, my briefs still dangling precariously from one white Converse. Between my legs, my cock continued to twitch, spit-soaked and cooling. My small balls, drawn up tightly when I was coming, slowly loosened and fell in their hairless little sac.

With a heaving sigh and a bunching of stomach muscles, I sat up. My cock fell limply over my balls. Mr. Patton was slumped, eyes closed, in his office chair, hands draped limply over either arm. He was still breathing heavily. His shorts had been pushed down a little bit, so they were tight around his thighs. A thick carpet of hair poked out from the end of his polo shirt, growing thicker around his groin. Even his upper thighs were covered in thick dark brown curls.

In the middle of that patch of hair Mr Patton’s cock lay wrinkled and soft, now less than 3 inches long, but still pretty thick, at least to my eyes. The head was covered once more, and there was a thick line of white slime leading from the pencil-thick, puckered opening of his foreskin as well as little clumpy dollops through his pubic bush and even on his thighs. I could see his balls as well, about the size of robin’s eggs. His scrotum was very dark, wrinkly and hairy.

I slid my ass off his desk, then bent over to grab hold of my shorts and undies. I carefully fit my left foot back through the leg hole, then straightened, pulling them up. I heard Mr. Patton’s chair squeak, and then felt his hands on my bare hips before I could get my shorts all the way up. He turned me so that my back was more fully towards him.

“Magnificent,” he said, running his hand over the smooth flesh of my ass. With one hand on my back, he bent me forward. I didn’t resist. Leaning over his desk, he spread my asscheeks wide and just held them there. Then I felt his thumb press lightly against my little rosebud. “You have a perfect little ass, Tommy.”

After that he released me and stood. I turned to see him adjusting his shorts. I slowly pulled my shorts up as well, slowly, so that he could see my cock was already rising into stiffness again. Mr. Patton grinned, reached out, and give it a little squeeze just before it disappeared.

“You’re a naughty little thing, aren’t you, Tommy?” he asked with a grin.

I grinned back then, emboldened, reached out and squeezed the lump of his adult cock through his shorts. “Maybe a little,” I allowed.

Mr. Patton’s face turned serious then. “Tommy, I don’t need to tell you do I – ” he began but I cut him off with a giggle and a sexy little spin before I headed to the door.

“Don’t worry,” I assured him. “I won’t tell anyone.” And I wouldn’t. Well… maybe Billy. Ok, definitely Billy.

I took my time walking home after school, so I’d only been home about ten minutes when I heard the front door open and slam shut and the rapid patter of little feet racing up the stairs. Jimmy appeared moments later in my doorway to see me lying in bed, relaxing while I worked up the energy to perhaps make a snack or go watch television. His young face was excited, eyes roaming, but visible disappointment fell over his face when he saw me.

“Isn’t Billy here?” he asked.

I had to laugh at his crushing disappointment. “Nope, just me.”

Jimmy shrugged and came into my room and hopped onto my bed with his knees. “That’s ok. We can still play the Rapist Game by ourselves, right?”

“Horny, huh?” I grinned.

“What’s horny?”

“Means you want ‘the feeling’ really bad,” I explained.

“Yeah!” Jimmy grinned. He sat down at my side, facing me and reached out to rub his hand over my crotch.

“Wow, you really are horny, aren’t you?” I asked, feeling my cock beginning to stiffen under Jimmy’s awkward ministrations.

“Really horny,” he said. “See?” Then he rose to his knees, quickly unzipped his pants and pushed them down around his thighs along with his undies. His three inch boner snapped straight up.

My now stiff dick and the sight of Jimmy’s got me thinking and I wondered just how far I could take this situation. Knowing the way Jimmy’s mind worked I said, “I don’t know, Jimmy. You’re kinda little still. I don’t think you could do all the stuff me and Billy were doing.”

“I can, too,” he insisted, hands back on the erection bulging in my jeans. He unsnapped and then unzipped my Levis. With my help he wrestled them down enough to free my cock. “I can do all that stuff. Remember? Billy let me put my thing in his butt and everything!”

“Well, yeah,” I allowed, “but that’s cause you were playing the Rapist. What if I was the Rapist?”

“You mean…” Jimmy took a moment to figure it out. “You’d put your thing in my butt?”

“See?” I said. “I told you you were too little.”

“Am not!” he insisted. He reached out and wrapped his small fist around my cock. He began to jack me up and down. “Would it hurt?” he asked.

Hiding my excitement, I said, “Well, maybe a tiny bit, but if it did I would stop.” The thought of burying my cock in my 9 year old cousin’s tiny ass made my cock lurch in his fist.

“Ok, we can try,” he relented.

I grinned and said, “Ok, take off your clothes.”

We both stripped and within just a few moments we were lying naked together on the bed, both of us with stiff erections. I reached out and took his tiny dick in my hand, caressing it while he reached out to do the same. Curious, I leaned toward him and kissed him on the lips.

Jimmy pulled back. “Gross,” he exclaimed.

“Just try it,” I said, then I leaned back in again. This time Jimmy held still and our soft lips pressed together. After a moment I carefully slid my tongue between his lips, tasting the peanut-butter he’d had for lunch. I released his dick and wrapped my left hand into his longish auburn hair. It was thick and silky.

The kiss went on for nearly a minute, growing hotter and hotter. I was amazed at how quickly he was taking to it and how good it was. His tongue danced against mine while he wrapped his arm around me to pull me closer. Our dicks pressed against each other.

Finally I broke the kiss and pulled back. It took a moment for Jimmy’s eyes to open and then they widened. “Wow,” he breathed.

I grinned. “Nice, huh?” Jimmy nodded.

I pushed Jimmy onto his back and kissed him again. Not long this time before I left the softness of his lips to trace kisses down his neck to his thin shoulders. Curious about what Donna had seen in it, I pushed his left arm up over his head and kissed and licked my way down to Jimmy’s little armpit. Unlike me, he obviously found it very ticklish and just giggled and squirmed away.

I gave that cause up for lost and instead kissed my way down his small chest. I stopped at his tiny nipple, licking it until it stiffened into a tiny nubbin, then continued downward. I had to be careful as I made way down over Jimmy’s belly, as he started to giggle and squirm again. Instead I mostly skipped it and went instead directly to his little cock, which was bobbing eagerly above his hairless groin.

My tongue traced a patch down the moist crease where his leg met his crotch. Then I licked up over his tiny wrinkled nutsac. Unlike mine and Billy’s, Jimmy scrotum was still a tight little thing, like half a walnut shell. I inhaled the faint smell of Jimmy’s crotch, mostly just smelling of soap from his shower last night.

Taking his stiff little penis between thumb and forefinger, I lifted it, then allowed my tongue to trace up it’s length. Reaching the tip, I flicked it with my tongue, making Jimmy giggle. Then I wrapped my lips around his thin cock and slowly took it into my mouth. It fit easily and within moments my lips were pressed against the hairless base. I liked the feel of it, stiff and throbbing in my mouth.

I slid over then, so that I was laying between Jimmy’s outstretched legs. As I began to bob my head up and down, Jimmy reached down to cup the sides of my face. Jimmy moved his feet back, lifting his knees. I moved my arms so that they went underneath and I could rub them up and down his chest and stomach. His cock was a slick little bullet in my mouth.

“I’m getting the feeling,” Jimmy gasped after a few minutes. He began to bounce his skinny hips, driving himself into my mouth while his hands tightened on either side of my face. I kept sucking and soon Jimmy gasped and I felt his slick little cock twitching as he had his dry orgasm.

I continued to suck gently at his little dick until he squirmed away. “That tickles too much,” he said.

“Did you like that?” I asked, moving up to lie beside him.

“It was great,” he said with a grin.

“Wanna try doin’ it to me?” I asked.

Jimmy looked at my cock dubiously and then back up at my face. “What’s it taste like?” he asked.

“Open your mouth,” I told him. He hesitantly did so. I reached out and stuck my finger in his mouth. “Suck,” I instructed. He did, then I removed my wet finger. “It tastes like that,” I said.

“That’s it?” he said, surprised. “That’s easy!”

With that he was on his knees with his face over my crotch. He took my dick in his left hand and then leaned forward and hesitantly swiped his tiny pink tongue over the swollen head of my cock. Seemingly unsure, he then took the entire head between his lips and sucked at it for a few seconds.

With a grin he looked up and said, “It tastes just like your finger!”

“Told you,” I smiled. “See how much you can get in your mouth,” I suggested. “Just be careful with your teeth.”

“Ok,” he said, and then happily bent to the task.

I watched as the head of my cock disappeared back into his mouth. There was something really sexy about watching the nine year old boy with my nearly teenaged cock in his mouth. He gamely lowered himself until nearly all of it was in his mouth, then he gagged a bit and backed off. I instructed him how to tighten his lips around my shaft, how to use his tongue and suck a little. I don’t know if he was a natural or not, but it felt pretty good. Not as good as Billy, and nowhere near as good as his mother or Mr. Patton, but better than just jacking off, that was for sure. Still, I had another goal and after a few minutes I told him he could stop.

“Did you get the feeling?” he asked.

“Not yet, but I wanna try something else,” I told him.

“You wanna put it in my butt now?”

I nodded. “It should be slippery enough now.”

Jimmy cocked his head to the side. “That’s why you lick it first? To make it slippery?”

“Yeah, so it goes in easier,” I explained.

“I got an idea!” he said, and then he was up and racing out of my room, my eyes on his pale little ass.

He returned just a few moments later holding up a bottle triumphantly. “My mom uses it when she suntans,” he said. “It’s super slippery.”

I took the bottle from him. It was Johnson’s Baby Oil. Well, it certainly would be slippery. “Ok,” I said, “uhh… you wanna do it from the front or the back?”

Jimmy grinned and went down on all fours. His white asscheeks glowed and he wiggled his tush back and forth while resting his face on it’s side in my pillow. “Like this!”

I got up on my knees and moved around behind him, my cock wagging back and forth. I looked down between his legs, seeing his little nutsac and the tiny pink pucker just above that. I carefully squeezed out a little puddle of baby oil in my palm, and then slathered my cock with it. It was slippery alright. I vowed to remember this stuff the next time I jacked off. Hell, it felt so good I almost forgot what I was doing.

Just to cover my bases, I thought I should probably put some oil on Jimmy too. In fact, I should probably put some inside him. I hesitated a bit. Putting my cock in there was one thing, but putting my finger in his tiny butt seemed a bit gross. I shook myself out of it and squirted some baby oil right into Jimmy’s asscrack.

He giggled. “That tickles.”

I used my finger to spread it around his tiny asshole, then I slowly started to push it inward. Jimmy’s spine straightened. “That feels weird.”

“I have to put some oil inside so you’re really slippery,” I told him. With very little resistance, my finger sank all the way inside. Jimmy’s ass was really tight, and like his mother’s pussy it seemed to be sucking at my finger. I slowly pulled it out and then slid it back inside.

“How is it?” I asked.

“It feels weird,” he said.

“Does it hurt?”

“No, just weird. Sorta neat though.”

Well, that was encouraging. “Ok, I’m gonna try to put it in,” I warned.

“Ok.”

Pushing my rigid cock down so that it was horizontal, I carefully positioned myself until my spongy cockhead was pressed against that tiny pucker. I could feel the heat of Jimmy’s asshole against my cock and I wanted inside. Being as slow and careful as I could stand to be, I carefully pushed forward.

“Ow!” Jimmy exclaimed, tensing.

I hadn’t even got my cockhead inside yet. “Are you ok?”

“It feels really big,” he said, worry in his voice.

“Just try to relax,” I said. “Don’t tense up. I’ll go really slow.”

“Ok.”

I was still pressing against him. I waited for about 20 seconds, and then I very carefully pushed forward, just a tiny bit. While Jimmy didn’t object, I decided to wait for a little bit, just to let him get used to it. After another 20 seconds I pushed forward again. I felt the tight ring of his sphincter close around the flared head of my cock.

“Is it ok?” I asked.

“Yeah. Is it in?”

“Well, the tip is,” I said. “I think that’s the worst part. Does it hurt?”

“No, but it still feels weird.”

“Ok, tell me if it hurts.”

“Ok.”

With that I slowly pushed forward again. The rest went in with surprising ease. The baby oil made it easy. Within just a few moments I was balls deep in the little boy’s gripping asshole.

“I’m all the way in,” I informed Jimmy.

“It’s really big,” Jimmy said softly.

“Does it hurt?”

He shook his head. I felt his ass squeeze me and I gasped. “It’s filling me all the way up,” he said, voice full of wonder.

Relaxing a bit, knowing he was ok, I slowly pulled back until just the head of my cock remained buried inside him, and then I slowly thrust forward again. Jimmy gave a little gasp of his own. I reached down and found his little prick. It was small and limp. My fingers still slick with baby oil, I began to slowly jack him while I pulled my cock back and then slowly thrust forward again. Very slowly I felt him stiffening in my fingers.

Jimmy’s breathing was quickening. “Do it faster, Tommy,” he instructed me.

“My hand or my dick?” I asked, unsure what he was asking.

“Both,” he insisted.

With that I began to slowly fuck my nine year old cousin’s ass in earnest. I kept it nice and steady, like me and Donna that morning, but pretty soon that wasn’t enough. Even Jimmy was unsatisfied with the slow pace.

“Do it faster, Tommy,” he said again.

“Does it feel good?”

“Really good,” he gasped, pushing his little ass back against me. “Rape me faster.”

“It’s called fucking,” I told him, quickening my pace. “You mean fuck you faster.”

“Fuck me faster,” he panted.

My hand was a blur on my cousin’s 3 inch dick, but I couldn’t get the speed I wanted while still jacking him, so I let go and put both hands on his skinny hips. I saw his own hand reach down to start jacking himself.

“Gimme some baby oil,” he said.

Staying buried deep inside him, I reached over for the bottle and popped the top. “Hold out your hand.” He did so and I filled it with oil. He reached back down and I heard the squelching as he began to frantically jack his little cock.

“Fuck now,” he gasped.

I didn’t need any further encouragement. Taking a firm grip on his hips I began to drive my cock into him, while at the same time pulling him roughly back against me. The heat of his little ass canal was incredible. Jimmy began to grunt as I pistoned my swollen cock in and out of his prepubescent asshole. The meaty smack of my groin against his ass reverberated through the room, twining with his little grunts and the wet sound of his hand desperately jacking his tiny cock.

“G-getting the f-f-feeling!” Jimmy gasped, stuttering with the force of my thrusting cock.

I felt his asshole become even tighter around my buried cock, strangling it. The added friction was too much for me. With one last, desperate thrust, I began to come. I held myself there, buried as deeply as I could get, my spine bowed, my long blonde hair tickling my back, my cock jerking spasmodically deep inside Jimmy’s ass.

My balls gave one last convulsion and with a ‘pop’ of release I collapsed to the side on my back. I saw Jimmy slowly lower his ass until his stomach met the mattress. He was facing away from me, but after a moment his head turned our eyes met. Jimmy grinned.

“That was fun,” he said.

I laughed. “You’re crazy,” I said. “I can’t believe we did that.”

“It still feels like your wiener is inside me,” he said.

“Say cock,” I said.

“Huh?”

“Older boys call it a cock,” I said. “Or a dick. If you can fuck, you shouldn’t be saying wiener.” I laughed again at the absurdity of it.

“It still feels like your cock is inside me,” he said.

I grinned and rolled on my side to face him. I leaned in for a kiss and he rolled onto his side to hug me closer. We kissed passionately for some time, our thin limbs entwined. Eventually we were both hard again and rubbing our cocks together.

“Do you wanna fuck me again?” he asked.

“Don’t you wanna try to do me?” I asked. I’d been thinking about it and wondering what it would feel like to have a cock inside me. I figured it would be better to start with Jimmy than to start with Billy’s much bigger dick.

“I want you to do it to me again,” he said. “I liked it.”

“You like getting fucked,” I said. Then, because I couldn’t help it, I added, ‘By my boycock.”

“Yeah,” Jimmy said with a grin, reaching down to grab that very thing.

So I fucked him again. It was even better than the first time.

So, it seems I created a bit of a monster. Jimmy actually wanted to do it a third time. I was really gonna have to trying getting screwed if it was as good as he was making it out to be. I’d have do it too, but we didn’t have a whole lot of time until his mom would be home.

I told him to go take a quick shower and to clean his ass good. I didn’t want Donna noticing her baby’s ass was slick with oil. Bad enough was the worry that she’d notice he was walking a bit funny. Jimmy swore it didn’t hurt, but he was waddling around like my cock was still up his ass.

After his shower, I made sure he put back on the same underwear and shirt, in case Donna should somehow remember which ones he’d been wearing. I dressed in my underwear and a pair of shorts I usually put on after school. I didn’t bother with a shirt.

Donna arrived home soon after that. I’d made sure to tell Jimmy yet again that he couldn’t tell his mom about our little games and he insisted he wouldn’t. Still, I was nervous as he greeted her at the door, but of course she didn’t sense anything out of the ordinary. After hugging her he went to watch cartoons.

Donna watched him retreat to the living room and then came to me. “And how was your day, Tiger?” she asked. Turning to see that we were unobserved, she ran a finger down my bare chest and then squeezed my cock through my thin shorts. “Did you miss me?” she asked softly. My cock instantly stiffened, tenting my shorts. Donna grinned and said, “I’ll take that as a yes.”

Donna went up to her room to change out of her work clothes, and I went up to my room. It had been a busy afternoon and I thought maybe I could just lie down and relax a bit until dinner. I was lying in bed, my arms under my head, when Donna stepped into the doorway.

She looked at me, then turned and yelled down the stairs. “Are you watching cartoons, honey?”

“Yes, Momma,” I heard him reply.

She turned back to me with a grin. “You look so sexy lying there,” she said. “I’ve been thinking about you all day. My boss thinks I’ve got the stomach flu because I went to the bathroom so many times today.”

Seeing my blank look, she clarified. “Because I was masturbating, silly. Fingering my pussy in the bathroom stall like some junior high girl with a crush.”

The admission shocked me a bit. It also made me feel a bit uncomfortable. Of course, there was another part of me that was just as turned on by what she’d said. I felt my cock growing again.

Apparently Donna noticed because she turned once again to make sure the stairway was clear, or maybe she was listening to make sure cartoons were playing downstairs. She turned back around and said, “Take off your clothes.”

I wanted to protest that Jimmy was right downstairs and could come up the stairs any minute, but she interrupted me as soon as I opened my mouth. “I’ll hear him if he comes up and I’ll shut your door so he’ll never see you. I just want to look at you, Tommy. So take off your shorts. I want to see you naked.”

In spite of myself, the idea turned me on a lot. She wanted to see me naked. Just see me. And I knew it would excite her. I grinned and, lifting my hips, slipped down my shorts and briefs. I kicked them off my feet and then lay back against my pillows, my eyes darting between her avaricious eyes and my cock, hovering with stiffness above my groin.

“Look at how hard you are, baby,” she said. She tilted her head back to listen, then returned her attention to me. “Touch yourself, Tommy.”

I reached down to grab my cock, but she said, “Not there. Not yet. Just touch your body. Slowly.”

I wasn’t exactly sure what she wanted, so I started just rubbing my hands over my stomach and chest. She smiled. I realized this was a lot like when I masturbated during those times when I didn’t want to just come right away, but to make it last. So I did what I did then. I began to slowly stroke my skin. I ran my fingertips up my sides, over my chest. I stuck my finger in my mouth and then used it to slowly circle each of my nipples, making them grow pointy. Then I slowly twisted my tiny nipples with my thumb and finger.

Donna groaned and squeezed her own nipples through her t-shirt. The sight really turned me on. I let my right hand drift down across my stomach, one finger outstretched to play among my few silky pubes. I lifted my knees, spreading my legs wide, and stroked the skin there in the crease of my thighs. I watched one of Donna’s hands slip down between her legs and she began to rub her crotch.

I stroked the inside of my thighs, from knee to groin, making myself shudder as I caressed the hairless skin there. Then I rubbed the skin between my balls and my asshole. Donna groaned so I slowly circled my pink asshole with one finger. On a whim, I brought that finger up to my mouth and sucked it for a minute before returning to my asshole, where I carefully inserted it. I felt my ass clench, but it felt great. I slid it in to the second knuckle, making my dick jump. Donna’s hands were eagerly rubbing and pinching her tits and rubbing between her legs.

Unable to hold back anymore, I gripped my cock in my fist while my other hand continued to finger my asshole. Donna gasped. While I started to jack myself, I watched as Donna slipped a hand into her sweatpants. She groaned and I imagined her fingers working desperately in her wet pussy.

I started jacking even faster then, desperate to come. My finger felt great in my asshole, and I found myself wishing I had a bit of baby oil. My fist pumped harder and faster on my small cock and I started making little involuntary grunts. Finally I felt it coming over me. My asshole clamped down around my finger, which I pushed in as far as I could. My hips lifted off the bed and my dick spasmed. I was shocked to see an actual squirt of liquid leap out of my pisshole. I felt it hit my stomach, and burn there as it ran down to my chest while I shuddered. Then I collapsed, my cock still jerking in my fist, a tiny stream of liquid running hotly over my fingers.

I looked up to see that Donna had nearly collapsed in my doorway. Both her hands were buried in her sweatpants and she was shuddering. “I squirted!” I said hoarsely.

“Oh, I saw! I saw you did, baby,” she said weakly. With an obvious effort she straightened. She pulled her hands from her sweats, straightened her shirt, and turned to look down the stairs. Then she came into my room, walking a bit unsteadily.

I released my cock and stared at the clear liquid on my finger. On a whim I brought it to my mouth and licked it off. It reminded me of Billy’s but it was different. Sweeter maybe. Donna just groaned. Then she quickly sat on my bed and, leaning over, lapped at my belly, sucking up the few drops of watery boycum there. She lapped again with her tongue to make sure she’d gotten it all, and then she quickly moved down to take just the head of my cock into her mouth. I gasped as she sucked at my sensitive knob, but she released it quickly, sitting back, rolling her tongue around her mouth, savoring.

Donna looked guiltily towards my wide-open door and realizing the risk, quickly stood and headed to the doorway. She turned back to me and grinned. “Just what I needed,” she said. “An after work snack.”

You know that saying? No rest for the wicked? All this sex must have been pretty darned wicked, because I wasn’t getting any rest. Even during dinner I spent the whole meal with Donna’s foot in my lap under the table. She used her toes to rub up and down my stiff dick through my shorts. Afterward I had to wait until Jimmy was looking the other way so I could get up without him seeing me pitching a tent.

I hurried up to the bathroom to shower alone. I wasn’t worried about getting another handjob. In fact, I really wanted one, considering how hard I was after dinner, but I was still worried about what Jimmy might do if the 3 of us were in the bath together.

I was surprised to see there was a circle of wetness in my underwear when I stripped in front of the mirror. Examining my penis, I could see the little bubbles of pre-cum there. I nearly jerked off right there, staring at my hand moving up and down my little cock in the mirror. I guess I could see what Donna was so excited about. I really was pretty sexy.

Still, I knew I had to get my shower finished so I abandoned my double in the mirror and started the water in the shower. Spending time in front of the mirror had given me an idea though. I was even more curious after fingering my asshole earlier about what getting fucked in the butt might be like. On the bathroom counter was a decorative oil lamp. In the middle of the lamp was a long white candle. It was about 8 inches long and had never been used. It was thicker than Jimmy’s dick, but not as thick as mine. I took it into the shower with me.

A few minutes later, clean and ready to play, I was lying on my back in the tub with the shower pelting my chest and stomach. I had my legs spread and my feet up on the edge of the tub. My cock was in my right fist, and my left held the candle, which was currently about 4 inches deep in my gripping ass.

That’s when the shower curtain opened.

I looked up, startled, to see Donna standing over me. She was naked and her eyes were wide with excitement. I hurriedly pulled the candle from my ass and sat up. “I… I … I was just–!” I began.

Donna smiled. “You don’t have to explain to me, Tiger,” she purred. “You’ve just given me a wonderful idea for later.”

“Wha-?”

“No time,” she said, reaching down to grab my wrist. She pulled me to my feet. Her hand immediately reached down and wrapped itself around my straining dick. “Jimmy is going to be here any minute wanting his bath,” she explained. “I just couldn’t wait.”

“What do you-“

“Fuck me, Tommy,” she insisted, pulling me out of the tub and against her nude body. She backed until she was pressed up against the wall. I was dripping water all over the floor. “Can you hold me?”

I wasn’t even being given a chance to figure out what the heck was happening. “Hold?”

“Hold me,” she repeated. Then, holding me close, she jumped up and wrapped her legs around my waist and her arms around my neck. I staggered and would have fallen except she was braced by the wall. Donna weighed at least as much as I did, and probably more. She shoved her hand down between our bodies and gripped my dick. After a quick adjustment I slipped right into her and she lowered herself so that I was in her to the hilt.

Donna hissed as my cock filled her. “That’s it, baby,” she whispered in my ear. “Mmmm, fuck me, Tommy. Fuck me with that hot little cock!”

I didn’t seem to have a whole lot of choice. Not that was I complaining. Her pussy felt wonderful around my dick. With no more prompting, I began to piston my cock in and out, my feet pushing to keep us upright. I could feel Donna’s nails in my back, her heels digging in just above my ass. She hugged me tightly, grunting with each thrust of my cock.

“So… good… so… fucking… good,” she panted in rhythm with my thrusts. “Fuck… me… Tommy! Oh… oh… oh… fuck… so… hard…”

The sound of our slapping flesh, mine into hers, hers into the wall, seemed loud to me, but I supposed the noise of the shower would cover it if Jimmy were to show up outside the door. As if the thought had summoned him, there was a knocking at the door.

“Tommy, are you almost done?” Jimmy called.

I froze, but Donna wasn’t having any of that. “Don’t stop,” she insisted.

“But-” I began to protest, but she whispered again insistantly, “Keep fucking.”

So I kept fucking. “I’ll… I’ll be out in a minute, Jimmy,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady as my hips worked, slamming my cock again and again into my aunt’s gripping cunt.

“Have you seen my mom?” he asked.

I nearly laughed. “I think she’s in the kitchen,” I called.

“Ok, I’ll check there,” he said, and then he was gone.

My legs were growing rubbery, both from the feelings racing through me and the weight I was holding. “Gonna fall,” I panted, voice straining.

“Wait,” Donna insisted, and then she quickly lowered her legs and stood. She looked around for just a moment, then walked over to the toilet. She lowered the lid and sat down and then gestured me over. I immediately saw what she intended, and I knelt on the floor between her widespread legs, my eyes on her dripping pussy.

She grabbed my slippery cock and pulled it against her, then again wrapped her legs around my waist. I hugged her tight and began to fuck her again. She reached around and grabbed my ass, pulling me hard against her.

Again came a knocking at the door, but not the bathroom door. It was Jimmy knocking on his mother’s bedroom door. “Momma, are you in there?” we heard him call.

I knew better than to stop again, but I pulled my upper body away so I could see her face. Her eyes were wide with what I thought was panic, but I quickly realized was excitement. “I’m in here, angel,” she called, eyes bright, hands still pulling my ass hard against her.

The doorknob turned. “The door is locked,” Jimmy called. “Are you helping Tommy with his bath?”

“No, honey, I’m… I’m peeing. I had to pee. I’ll be right out, ok? Tommy, are you almost done with your shower?”

“Almost!” I managed to call out, my voice straining.

“He’s almost done and then I’ll help you with your bath, ok, honey? Why don’t you start getting undressed?”

“Ok, Momma,” Jimmy called, and then he was gone again.

Donna grabbed my neck and pulled my head close. She whispered hotly in my ear. “Do it! Do it now, Tommy! Make me come!”

I wasn’t sure what else I could do. I was already growing shaky with weakness, but I managed to redouble my efforts and within about thirty seconds I felt it coming over me.

“Coming!” I gasped.

“Shoot it!” she gasped. “Shoot your boycum in my pussy!”

I managed 3 or 4 more thrusts and that’s when it hit me. I pushed forward one last time, straining as my balls erupted. Donna gasped loudly and I felt her cunt clamp down hard around my spasming dick. We held on to each other while we both shook, but before I could even get my breath she was pushing me away and standing. She helped me to my feet and led me to the shower.

“Hurry and rinse off,” she instructed. She disappeared into her bedroom and returned a moment later in her sweatpants, pulling on a t-shirt over her large boobs. She went to the door and opened it just as Jimmy knocked again.

“Are you ready, honey?” she asked, ushering Jimmy into the bathroom, already naked and ready for his bath. “Tommy is just finishing. Aren’t you, Tommy?”

I turned off the shower, nearly shaking with exhaustion. I even forgot to dry off, just stepping out of the shower, dripping on the floor, forgetting what went next. Donna came to my rescue, grabbing a towel and quickly drying me off. I noticed Jimmy couldn’t keep his eyes off my half-hard cock, and by the time Donna dried my hair he was fully erect and absently pulling on his little penis.

Donna ushered him into the water while I ran a desultory brush through my damp hair. Without a word I left the bathroom and went into my room and collapsed naked into bed.

They let me sleep for about an hour. It must have been a very long shower. If Jimmy’s level of horniness earlier was any indication, he’d have likely insisted on the ‘good clean’ tonight. I can only imagine that Donna was happy to oblige him. Despite what she’d said, I had seen the way she looked at Jimmy’s little cock. She wanted it.

I was woken, for the second time that day, by soft lips wrapped around my erect dick. I must have made a sound, because Jimmy sat back on his heels with a big grin. I was on my back, my cock bobbing stiffly, glistening with the faint light coming in from the hallway. Jimmy, straddling my thighs, reached out to grab my dick, jacking it enthusiastically.

“You’re finally awake,” he said, stating the obvious. “Mom is downstairs. She said I should come and get you. Happy Days is about to start!” Jimmy loved Happy Days. Ok, I loved Happy Days too. The Fonz was just too cool.

“Ok, well you have to get off of me first,” I said.

Jimmy grinned, and with a last, wistful look at my stiff cock, scooted backwards and off the end of my bed. I went and opened the top drawer of my dresser and pulled out the first pair of underwear I felt. There wasn’t really enough light to see, so I felt around the inside rim until I felt the tag then, adjusting accordingly, pulled them on and up over my slim hips. I could tell by the way they fit that they were one of the ‘sexy’ pair. The bikini briefs.

“Come on, it’s starting!” Jimmy said, practically jumping with excitement at the top of the stairs. Faintly I could hear the theme song begin.

Sunday, Monday, Happy Days. Tuesday, Wednesday, Happy Days. Thursday, Friday, Happy Days! The weekend comes the da da dums… ok, so I didn’t know all the words, but I was refreshed from my nap and I raced down the stairs after Jimmy.

Jimmy plopped on to his side of the couch, and I as I walked by him he pointed and giggled, “Tommy’s got a boner!”

I looked down, and sure enough, I was poking rather obscenely against the thin cloth of my briefs. There was even a tiny wet patch at the tip, but whether from dripping pre-cum, or Jimmy’s saliva, I couldn’t tell. It was his damned fault in the first place. Hardly fair he could suck it into stiffness and then laugh about it.

“Oh yeah?” I replied. I stopped and bent slightly and pulled the back of my briefs down, mooning him. Then I sat down smugly, my hand unconsciously gripping my stiff cock.

“Mom!” Jimmy exclaimed. “Tommy mooned me!”

“I saw that,” Donna replied with a chuckle. “You sort of asked for it, I think.”

“Oh yeah?” he said. Then he hopped up, balancing unsteadily on the couch cushion, thrust out his skinny hips and pushed down the front of his Underoos, exposing his little dick, already half hard itself, which he proceeded to waggle at me. “So I’m sunning you!” Then he plopped back down into his seat.

“Sunning?” I said with a laugh.

“Ok, ok, both of you settle down and put your little toys away,” Donna laughed. “Someone is going to lose an eye, and then you’ll both feel bad.” We laughed and settled down to watch our show.

Donna didn’t use the blanket trick again, but neither did she leave me alone. Every couple of minutes her left hand would sneak it’s way into my lap to tease, and squeeze and otherwise play with my stiff little dick. I never got a chance to lose my hardon. Worse, this whole semen thing was turning out to be a mixed blessing. It was really cool, and it tasted neat, and felt great, but by the time Happy Days was over the light gray briefs I was wearing looked as if I’d peed in them. The entire area covering my dick looked black with pre-cum.

I couldn’t believe it how much I was leaking. Especially after today. As many times as I’d come today, I was amazed there was anything left in my balls. There were pretty small after all. I guess they just kept making more though.

Happy Days ended and led into Laverne and Shirley, which Jimmy didn’t like as much, unless it heavily featured Lenny and Squiggy. So, by the end of that show, he was dead asleep. After that was Three’s Company, but I had an idea I wasn’t going to get a chance to watch it.

Jimmy had fallen asleep flat on his back, his head in his mom’s lap, his legs splayed wide and scrunched up against the arm of the sofa. As Laverne and Shirley ended, Donna put her hand lightly on his bare chest and shook him, softly calling his name. Jimmy was a pretty heavy sleeper. When he didn’t wake, she carefully held his head while she slipped out from underneath him. Then she gently laid his head down on the cushion.

Putting a finger to her lips to make sure I stayed quiet, Donna stood in front of me, blocking the tv, and slowly untied the belt of her dressing gown. Arms down, she shrugged her shoulders and that silken cloth puddled to the ground, leaving her gloriously naked.

“Do you like it, Tommy?” she asked in a soft voice. She ran her hands down her sides, over her wide hips, then slowly up her flat stomach. She reached her large breasts, which she caressed. Then she lifted them, each in one hand, pressed them together, and began to lick her own fat brown nipples. My cock thrummed in my soaked briefs.

With on hand holding a boob, her other hand hand drifted downward over her stomach until her fingers were sliding through the dark fur between her legs. I watched as she parted her slick pink lips with two fingers, then used a third to stroke up and down in the slit. Up and down, up and down, until she squatted just a little, just enough to let me see her slide her middle finger into the wetness of her cunt.

I watched that finger work itself in and out of her gripping pussy. My own hand drifted into my lap and wrapped around my quivering little dick, instantly wet from my damp briefs. I made to push them down, but Donna quickly stepped forward.

“Let me,” she said, softly but urgently.

She knelt between my widespread knees and gripped the sides of my underwear. I lifted my hips a little, and she pulled them down, causing my dick to slap wetly against my smooth groin. As she leaned back, my legs drew closer so she could slip off my underwear. She pulled them off my feet, the wetness of them cooling my toes.

Donna sat there with her hands on my knees, staring at my crotch hungrily. She ran her hands up my hairless thighs, the back to my knees. Again, and then once more. Then she was pushing my knees apart and leaning forward. I felt her hands join at my crotch, framing my four inch cock. Then she was taking my little missile in the fingers of her right hand, while her left dipped down to caress my heavy, hairless balls.

My lap was hidden by her hair, but I felt my aunt’s tongue lap wetly across the head of my cock. I shivered. Then her tongue was at the base, and slowly making it’s way up. A quick series of flicks against that inverted V, and then her mouth was around my flared head. She moaned softly, and slowly lowered her mouth until her lips touched the base.

“Is Momma playing the game now, too?” I heard.

Oh shit!

Donna sat up quickly, my cock leaving her mouth with a wet slurp. Her hands went between her legs, to cover herself. I looked to my left to see Jimmy now on his stomach, looking excited. “Can I have a turn?” he asked.

Before Donna’s incredulous eyes, Jimmy slid along the couch until he was right next to me, and then he quickly swallowed my glistening cock. Donna gasped in shock and I didn’t know what the hell to do. Should I stop him? It seemed sorta late for that. Should I try to explain? Hard to do when your cock is currently being sucked. Jimmy started making greedy little noises as he bobbed up and down on my cock.

“Donna…” I started, feeling I had to say something.

“What are you doing?” she asked with a gasp. I wasn’t sure who she was talking to.

Jimmy apparently didn’t share my confusion. He pulled off my cock for a moment and smiled at his mom. “I’m sucking Tommy’s cock!”

“Sucking… cock…” she gasped.

Oblivious to the chaos he was causing, Jimmy wrapped his mouth back around my cock. Donna looked on, still stunned, still covering her sex. Slurp, slurp. Jimmy provided totally inappropriate sound effects to highlight this particular moment.

Donna wouldn’t meet my eyes, her own were locked on my crotch, to the joining of my 12 year old cock to her nine year old son. I was having a hard time feeling what I thought would be the appropriate amount of shame and embarrassment over this situation. Again, hard to feel too bad when your cock is being sucked on, especially by a cute nine year old boy.

After a few moments, I realized that the hands between Donna’s legs were no longer just hiding her sex from her son. One of those hands was moving in a very familiar motion. Donna was fingering herself. I watched as her knees spread further. Now she was using her left hand to spread her swollen labia apart, while her other hand circled and rubbed at her clit.

“Do you like that, Jimmy?” she asked quietly. “Do you like sucking Tommy’s cock?”

Jimmy lifted his head and glanced at his mother. I saw his eyes widen with equal shares of confusion and excitement as he saw she was rubbing herself between her legs. “It’s neat,” he smiled. “And it feels good too, huh, Tommy?”

“It sure does,” I agreed.

“What else have you two been doing together?” she asked. “Is there more to your game?”

Jimmy looked excited. “Wait here!” he said eagerly, and then he jumped up and ran up the stairs.

“Tommy…” Donna began as soon as he was gone.

“It just happened!” I said. “I’m sorry!”

Before I could explain further, Jimmy came tearing back down the steps. In his hand was a clear bottle of baby oil. I cringed inwardly. Now I was in for it.

“Here, Tommy!” he said, handing me the bottle. “Let’s show Momma!” Then he quickly stripped off his undies, revealing his immature erection, and went down on his knees and bent over the couch, presenting his ass.

“Oh my God,” Donna breathed, quickly realizing the implications.

“Donna, I -” I began.

“Do it,” she said in a low, husky voice.

“What?” I asked, dumbfounded.

“Put it in me, Tommy,” Jimmy joined in. “Let’s show Momma.”

“You’ve been fucking my baby,” she said. “So fuck him.”

“Donna…”

“Fuck him!”

“Yeah, Tommy, fuck me!”

I winced and Donna’s eyes grew bright with wild excitement.

Slowly, I rose up off the couch. My cock, unfazed, swayed stiffly from my mostly hairless groin. I slowly settled on my knees behind my little cousin. With another look at Donna, who was staring at us with a look I couldn’t define, I opened up the bottle of baby oil and poured a bit into the palm my my hand. I quickly lathered my already wet cock, and then slid a finger into Jimmy’s ass.

“Yeah!” Jimmy gasped.

With one last look at my aunt, I pushed my hips forward while lowering my cock with two fingers. I quickly felt the heat of Jimmy’s asshole against my spongy cockhead, and then I was pressing it into him. Jimmy gasped again as the head of penis invaded his asshole. Then, with a steady push, I was was quickly buried to the hilt in nine year old boy ass.

“Oh my God,” Donna breathed.

Taking his skinny hips in my hands, I began to slowly rock my hips, driving my cock in and out of Jimmy’s ass. Donna moved closer.

“He’s fucking you,” Donna said. “Jimmy, Tommy is fucking you.”

“I know. Neat, huh?” To Jimmy it was all a game.

“Does it hurt, baby?”

“No,” Jimmy sighed. He gave a little grunt as I gave him a harder thrust. “Feels good. It fills me all up.”

“Stop,” Donna suddenly said.

Oh man, here it was. I prepared for my annihilation. I pulled my cock out.

Instead of murdering me, Donna urged Jimmy to turn around and sit on the couch. She helped position him so that his ass was hanging half off the couch. Between his gaping thighs, his little dick twitched stiffly.

“Now, do it like this, Tommy,” she instructed.

I saw she wanted me to fuck Jimmy as I’d fucked Billy, from the front. I grabbed my cock and eagerly moved into position.

“No, wait,” Donna said. Then she reached out and slapped my hand away, taking my cock in her hand instead. “Let me do it.”

So I allowed my aunt to guide my cock into her son’s waiting asshole. We all gasped as the head entered and my shaft was slowly engulfed. Donna knelt at my side, one hand on my ass, the hand that had just helped me violate her son splayed out on my groin. I began to pump my hips.

“It’s funner like this,” Jimmy said. “So I can see everything.”

Jimmy reached down to grab his stiff little nail, but Donna stopped him. “Let me, sweetie,” she said. She took his tiny cock in her hand, gently stroking it. “I can’t believe this is happening,” she said softly. “I’m watching my nephew fuck my baby in his ass.”

Jimmy giggled. “Momma, you said a bad word.”

“Yes, I did, didn’t I?” she said. “I think I’ll say it again. Fuck him, Tommy. Fuck my angel’s little ass with your beautiful cock!”

“My boycock,” I reminded her playfully.

Donna laughed. “Yes, baby, your magnificent boycock.”

I didn’t need any further urging. Jimmy’s hot little ass was sucking strongly at my buried cock. I began thrusting harder, faster, the wet sounds of my passage making Jimmy giggle. Donna’s fingers were a blur on her son’s little penis.

“Jimmy,” she said, “do you remember the Baby Game?”

“Uh-huh,” he grunted.

“Be my Baby,” she said, shifting to sit on the couch and offering him one of her large breasts. Jimmy’s lips clamped down around the large, stiff nipple and Donna gasped. Her right hand moved back to her dripping pussy, while her left eagerly masturbated her nine year old.

I lifted Jimmy’s legs, pushing his knees closer to his chest so I could have better access to his ass. The new position allowed me drive my four inch cock deeper into his bowels.

Jimmy gasped, his breaths coming in little hitching gasps. “Do it harder, Tommy,” he begged, not sounding like a little boy anymore. “Make it go harder!”

“Is it good, baby?” Donna asked. “Is Tommy’s cock making you feel good?”

“So good!” he agreed, his voice straining. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

“Oh my God!” Donna gasped, and she began to shudder.

“Gonna come!” I gasped. “Jimmy, are you getting the feeling?”

“Almost,” he grunted.

I wanted him to come with me, so I gasped out, “Donna, suck him!”

Donna’s eyes snapped up at me in surprise, then grew wide with excitement. She had said she never wanted to do this, but I knew from the look in her eyes that was a lie. She barely hesitated, her head shooting between Jimmy’s legs and swallowing his tiny prick whole.

“Momma!” Jimmy gasped, his skinny little hips beginning to buck. “Suck it, Momma! Suck my cock!”

That did it for Donna, who groaned and began to shudder again. I could see her fingers plunging desperately in and out of her sopping wet cunt. Her cries of pleasure sent me over the edge as well. “Coming!” I yelped, and then I pressed myself forward one last time while my body began to shake and my cock jerked powerfully inside my tiny cousin’s ass.

After a minute I rocked backwards and sank onto my back. Between his legs, Jimmy’s normally pink asshole looked red and abused. It was shiny with baby oil and possibly more, a little stream of liquid slowly oozing from his twitching opening. Donna moved up to lie on the sofa, her head in her son’s lap, his little prick still sunk between her lips. She gently suckled it, like it were a pacifier.

“Well,” Donna said, sitting up a few minutes later, “I wasn’t expecting that.”

Jimmy stretched his hands down between his legs, cupping his crotch and anus. “My butt feels all empty again,” he complained softly.

“My poor baby,” Donna said. She leaned down and gently cleaned Jimmy’s asshole with her tongue, like a mother lion caring for a cub. Then she moved between my legs and did the same thing to my cock, which of course rose, perhaps reluctantly, back to attention, like an old soldier coming to attention after a battle. After suckling my balls for a little bit, she tried to move lower, but couldn’t because I was lying flat and too tired to move.

Donna then went over to Jimmy, and I saw her whispering into his ear. They spoke in whispers for a few minutes, and then finally Jimmy stood with a sly smile and ran up the stairs. She came back to me.

“Up you go,” she said, grabbing my arm and pulling me to a sitting position. All I wanted to do was sleep and I grumbled. “No argument,” she scolded. “Did you think you could go behind my back, fuck my nine year old son, and not face any punishment?”

That got my attention. I was instantly more alert. “Up,” she ordered, pulling me to my knees. With trepidation, I followed her lead. She didn’t take me far, only to the couch, where she bent me over the cushions, kneeling in front of it, much as Jimmy had been earlier. Then, my face on the cushions, she moved behind me.

Was she going to spank me? I had no idea, but I was worried. I felt her hands reach out to roam over my taut asscheeks. I felt them spread, and then her face was in that moist cleft, her hot breath wafting over sensitive flesh. With a shudder, I felt her tongue rasp over my asshole. I gasped. Here was yet another thing I’d never thought about before. Licking someone’s butthole? It seemed so gross, but it felt so good.

She circled my rosebud with her tongue, making my cock pound and my body writhe. She had to struggle a bit to hold me still. Then I felt the muscly wetness of her tongue stiffen and push into that tiny pink pucker. I gasped again, my body stiffening in surprise. That’s when Jimmy came back downstairs. I heard his little footsteps on the stairs, and then he was behind me.

“Momma,” he exclaimed, “are you licking Tommy’s butthole? Nasty!”

“It’s actually very nice, baby, and it feels very good to Tommy, doesn’t it sweetie?” I nodded, then, not sure if they saw me, grunted yes. “Here, honey,” she said. “Give that to Mommy.”

Give what to Mommy, I wondered. I didn’t wonder long, because Donna’s mouth was quickly back between my ass. Her tongue was again flicking, teasing, then driving inside. After a bit she stopped and said, “Do you wanna try, honey?”

“Is it gross?” Jimmy asked uncertainly.

“No, angel, it’s nice. You liked sucking Tommy’s cock, didn’t you?” Jimmy must have nodded, although I couldn’t see either of them. “Well, it’s sort of like that. It tastes about the same.”

“Isn’t there poop?” he asked worriedly.

“Not if you’re clean, and Tommy is very clean, I promise.”

Then I felt more hot breath in the moist cleft of my ass, and another, much more tentative tongue probing at my little hole. Jimmy didn’t try to enter me, but as he gained a bit of confidence his tongue was just as energetic as it danced over my sensitive pucker.

“Here, honey, let’s try Mommy’s toy now,” Donna suddenly said. Toy? “Hand me that baby oil,” she instructed. I started to turn to see what was happening, but Donna put a hand on my head, forcing it back to the cushion.

I heard a click, and then a strange humming sound. I sensed Donna kneeling behind me. Her hand was on my back. “Tommy?” she suddenly asked, sweetly.

“Yeah?” I asked, nervously. What was that buzzing?

“We’re going to play a game.”

“What kinda game?” I asked cautiously.

“It’s called the Rapist Game,” she said. “I think you’re going to like it.”

Oh shit, I thought.

Then something was back at my asshole. It wasn’t a tongue, and it wasn’t a finger. Whatever it was was hard, and it was vibrating. I felt it circling my asshole, and I felt myself clenching shut back there. Donna apparently wasn’t have any of that. The vibrating thing pressed. My asshole resisted, but the combination of baby oil and the force of her pushing left it a foregone conclusion.

My asshole parted before the invading instrument, spreading to accept it, albeit reluctantly. I gasped as I felt my asshole stretching. “Donna!” I gasped, worried.

“Just relax, Tommy,” she said soothingly. “Push back, like you’re pooping. It’ll help.”

It sounded like horrible advice, but my teeth were beginning to grit as more and more of whatever it was invaded my ass, spreading my poor little asshole wider and wider. Was it the candle from before? No, candle’s didnt buzz. Plus, this seemed much wider. I bore down, pushing back against it with the muscles in my ass, and something loosened or… something.

“Almost there,” Donna cooed.

I grunted, and then I could feel her hand against my ass and realized that the invading instrument had finally stopped. “All the way in,” she said happily.

I could only breathe, trying to relax and grow accustomed to the girth of the thing stretching my asshole. Was this like getting fucked? If so, I wasn’t sure I liked it. There was none of the warmth and throbbing I’d imagined Billy’s slim cock would have. No, this thing was rigid and cool, although warming with the heat of my ass. I doubted Billy’s cock would buzz like this thing either, but that part actually wasn’t half bad.

“How do you like it, Tiger?” she asked.

“I don’t know,” I answered truthfully. “It’s big.”

“About as big as your cock would be to my poor Jimmy’s little asshole?” she asked, but not cruelly. I got the idea she wasn’t as mad as I thought.

“It’s like a handle in your butt,” Jimmy giggled.

“What is it?” I asked.

“Mother’s little helper,” Donna answered. “Now let’s feel it’s magic, ok?”

Before I could answer, Donna did something to the thing in my ass, and the light buzzing suddenly became a powerful vibrating. My guts lurched and my cock jerked. Wow! I made some sort of strangled gurgling sound, and Donna chuckled. Then she began working it back and forth, slowly at first, fucking my ass, then with more force.

“Honey, can you do this?” I heard her ask.

“Ok, Momma,” Jimmy answered, and after a brief pause, the thing was driving in and out of my ass again, although not as quickly as before.

“That’s only half of your punishment,” Donna informed me, crawling onto the sofa. She got right in front of me, and then sank down, her legs spread on either side of me, her hairy pussy inches from my face. I smelled the strong scent of her sex.

“Do you like my pussy?” she asked, spreading her fat, pink lips apart, showing me all the soft, wet folds inside. I nodded. “Lick it, Tommy,” she instructed. “Eat my pussy, you bad boy you.”

I had no idea what I was doing, but I didn’t hesitate. I put my mouth down into all that slippery wetness and just began licking and sucking everywhere. The taste was decidedly weird, but not bad. Whatever I was doing seemed to agree with Donna, who began to writhe underneath me, her hands on the back of my head, pulling my face into her hairy crotch.

“That’s it,” she growled. “Eat that pussy, Tiger.”

In the meantime, Jimmy continued to drive the buzzing stick thing into my ass, causing my whole body to shake. Then I felt his hand between my legs, wrapping around my throbbing dick. I could have kissed him, if I hadn’t been busy kissing his mother’s cunt.

“Momma,” Jimmy suddenly asked, “can I stop? I want Tommy to fuck me some more. My butt is empty.”

Donna was biting her lower lip, her hips churning. “I have an idea,” I said, raising my face, my mouth and cheeks glistening with pussyjuice.

I reached back and with a shudder, pulled the thing from my ass. I immediately knew what Jimmy was complaining about. It had begun to grow really pleasurable, and it’s absence left me feeling empty and needy. I saw that it was a white tube, about 7 inches long, about an inch and half thick. It was shaped like lipstick or something. Well, sorta like a dick I guess, which is probably what it was supposed to look like. I dropped it, still buzzing, on the couch. Donna grabbed it and gave it a twist, which ceased it’s buzzing.

Jimmy and I were both on our knees, and I leaned close to him and whispered in his ear. His eyes grew wide as I explained my plan, and then he nodded. With a bit of maneuvering, I placed Jimmy between his mother’s legs.

“What’s have you two cooked up?” she asked suspiciously.

“Just something so everyone gets what they want,” I explained. Then I got up behind Jimmy, grabbed his stiff little prick, and guided him forward.

Donna put a hand on his chest. “No, Tommy,” she said, her voice going low and serious.

“You know you want to,” I said softly. I jacked Jimmy’s little cock a bit. “Look how hard he is.”

“He’s my baby,” she said.

“So he’s just going back to where he came from,” I said reasonably.

“Don’t you want me to fuck you, Momma?” Jimmy asked.

Donna’s resolved crumbled. “Oh, Jimmy, I do. I really do, but..”

I didn’t give her a chance to come up with excuses. With a guiding hand on his back and another on his little cock, I pushed Jimmy forward until his slipped right into his mother’s pussy.

“Oh my God,” Donna gasped. “It’s in me,” she said incredulously. “Jimmy, you’re inside Mommy!”

“It’s really warm and squishy,” Jimmy said.

While mother and son joined together, I grabbed the bottle of baby oil and quickly lubed up my cock. Then I was leaning forward myself, and with a pop and a sigh, I was sliding my slippery cock back into the gripping warmth of my nine year old cousin’s tight little ass.

There began a little game of sexual tug of war, with Jimmy in the middle. Eventually I left it up to him to move, diving forward to drive his tiny cock into his mother’s wet, eager pussy, and thrusting backward to impale his ass on my throbbing young cock. Back and forth, in and out, everyone winning this particular game.

The look on Donna’s face as she finally got what she wanted, her son’s cock in her cunt, was priceless. For my part, I was content. To imagine that just a couple of weeks ago the extent of my sexual knowledge was that it felt good when I rubbed my dick sorta staggered me. I could only imagine what experiences the next few weeks would bring.

I began to feel that oh so familiar build up deep inside, just about the time that Jimmy claimed he was getting ‘the feeling’. Donna had come some many times that I’d lost count. I braced myself for the final explosion.

Sometime deep in the night I got up with the urge to pee. I extricated myself from a tangle of limbs and stumbled into the dark downstairs half bath where, with a bit of blind maneuvering, I was able to let loose a stream into the toilet. I flushed and was about to head back to the living-room when I noticed a pale blue light from up the stairs.

Curious, I climbed the stairs. I could see the light coming out from underneath my bedroom door. When I entered I saw two people standing near the foot of my bed. They were each my height. In fact, they were each my everything. To my eyes, they could have been my identical twins. The only difference was that one had cotton-candy pink hair, and one had the same in a shade of blue. They were dressed in shiny, tight-fitting, silver jumpsuits, which had circular openings around each nipple. They were also crotchless and assless. To my further surprise, they each looked to be uncircumcised.

The boy with the blue hair nudged the other, who was looking the other way when I entered. “That must be him.”

Pink hair turned around and saw me. “Ya think?” he said sarcastically. He was holding a pair of my briefs. Had he been sniffing them? He cleared his throat, dropped my underwear, and said, “Greetings, Earthling Tommy!” In unison, they saluted me, I think, with a fist slapping their chests, and then they each reached down and waggled their soft penises at me, in a very ceremonial manner.

“Uh… greetings?” I answered, uncertainly.

Pink continued. “We are from the planet Remulak. Everyone on the planet looks exactly like you. I know, weird, huh?”

To say the least, I thought.

“Anywhoooo,” the alien continued, “our planet recently passed through a freak radiation storm, and now everyone is sterile. Sooo, we’re gonna need you to come with us. We’ll give you a serum that’ll keep you young forever, and then you’ll need to impregnated everyone on the planet.”

Blue spoke up, saying, “All hail Earthling Tommy and his Grand Galactic Gonads!”

Then both Pink and Blue stuck their hands ‘in’ like they were a little league team and with rising voices and hands, chanted, “yyyyyyYYYAAAAYYY BALLS!”

“So,” Pink said, “you need to grab anything? Toothbrush?” He turned to Blue who started to shrug uncertainly, and then turned it into an increasingly enthusiastic nodding of his head. Pink said, “Yeah, I guess we can find you a toothbrush.”

Pink took me by the arm and led me to the window, where the blue glow in the room was emanating from a circle of light on the floor. Blue went over to my bedside table. “What are you doin?” Pink asked. “What are you taking?”

“I like this song,” Blue insisted.

As the small, alien craft lifted silently into the night air it seemed to bob a bit, as if three little people were dancing inside. If you listened closely there could be heard a faint disco beat and the soft voice of a man singing, ‘If you want my body, and you think I’m sexy, Come on, sugar, Let me know.’

The End

Well, how else was I supposed to end it?

Edit by Jason:
Yes, really! The End. No more chapters will follow. Not written by me, nor by Rwxxx13. Sadly, he passed away and will never write another story or chapter. Even though I think it deserves a decent ending, I’ll never write and end to it. I don’t want to touch this genius writer’s work, because I know I’ll never do it justice. But please! Feel free to do so yourself, and send it to me and I might end up posting it here!

Do Ya Think I’m Sexy – part 4

17/01/2024 / Jason Crow / 0 Comments

Do Ya Think I’m Sexy – Part 4
By
rwxxx13@yahoo.com

Billy and I cuddled for a bit and just talked, which quickly bored Jimmy, who left to watch cartoons downstairs. I found out that Billy had learned all about sex from his own cousin, a boy named Dylan who was now sixteen. They’d been fooling around for about three years now. Billy also hinted that maybe Dylan had learned about sex from his own father.

After a bit, all the sex talk got both of us horny again, but I realized that it was nearly time for Donna to get home from work, so we reluctantly got up and got dressed. It was a good thing too. I had just kissed Billy goodbye, and opened the door to see him off when Donna’s car pulled up out front. I watched her get out of the car, then follow Billy with her eyes as he walked out of sight around the corner of the building on his way home.

“Who was that?” she asked, coming up to the door. She grabbed me for a hug and a quick peck on the lips.

“He’s a friend from school,” I told her, jumping a bit when her hand reached down and lightly squeezed my ass.

“He’s cute. Do you like him?”

There was something in her tone that made me wonder if she was asking if I like liked him. I answered, “What do you mean?”

She grinned and shrugged. “Nothing, Tiger.” The she was past me and Jimmy was up off the couch for his own hug. I noticed he didn’t get his ass squeezed.

After dinner I hurried upstairs. I wanted to get into the shower before there was even a question of whether I’d be taking a bath with Jimmy. As I was undressing it struck me how stupid that sounded. I mean, I had a sexy woman who would probably jack me off again if I wanted, and I was fighting against it. Well, after the way she’d acted afterward I was still confused about just what the heck was going on, to be honest.

The doorknob twisted as I was just about to step into the shower. I was thankful I’d locked the door, but knowing the other didn’t lock I hurriedly stepped inside, even though the water hadn’t fully warmed.

“Aren’t you gonna take a bath with me again?” Jimmy called out.

“Uh… I’m just gonna grab a quick shower,” I shouted back. “I’ll be right out!”

And I was. I hurried through my shower, finishing in maybe 3 minutes, which I felt was probably a personal record. After quickly drying off I wrapped the towel around my waist and opened the door.

Jimmy walked in and immediately started undressing. “Mom!” he called. “Tommy’s done!”

By the time Jimmy was stepping out of his underwear his mom had joined us. I tried to ignore them, concentrating on combing my damp hair.

As Donna walked behind me I saw her looking at me in the mirror. She stopped and ran a finger down my spine, making me shiver. “Better hope that towel doesn’t drop,” she said teasingly, then slipped a finger underneath and gave a playful tug. I grabbed it, though it was in no danger of falling. With a grin she gave me a light smack on the ass and went to help Jimmy.

I hurried out of the bathroom, worried she’d see the way I was beginning to tent the towel. I couldn’t figure out for the life of me why I was still so shy about that sort of thing. She’d not only seen it before, she’d touched and even jacked it off. It still seemed weird to let someone see me naked though, especially with a boner.

I was sitting on the couch with my legs crossed, Indian style, when Jimmy and Donna finally joined me. I was wearing a pair of light blue briefs. Just the regular Y-front type. I figured those were the least sexy and I was still confused about if I was supposed to be trying to look sexy or not. I’d thought about wearing pajama bottoms, but that seemed too much like retreating. Jimmy was dressed in yet another pair of Underoos, while Donna was wearing her usual nightgown.

Donna sat next to me and before Jimmy could sit said, “Honey, grab the blanket for me, will you? Mommy’s cold tonight.”

“Ok, Momma,” Jimmy replied and grabbed a thin blanket that usually sat draped over the back of my uncle’s recliner.

“You look cold, too, Tommy,” she said, shaking out the blanket and covering us both to our waists. “You can share with me.” I was about to protest that I didn’t need a blanket, as it was plenty warm enough in the room, as evidenced by the fact that we boys were sitting around in nothing but our undies, but before I could say anything I felt her hand slide over my leg to the inside of my thigh and my teeth clicked shut.

It was impossible to concentrate on the television. Donna’s hand teased and caressed my leg, from my knee to my groin, her hand just barely brushing against my cloth-covered balls. Sometimes she rubbed, sometimes she’d tease me with her nails. I was instantly hard of course, and was practically screaming in my mind, ‘TOUCH ME!’. This torture went on for what seemed forever, but in actuality was probably about 15 minutes, as the television show hadn’t even gone to commercial yet.

That was when she finally touched me. Touched it anyway, which was really all that I cared about. The position must have been awkward for her, which is probably why she started with just rubbing the back of her hand against my crotch. With agonizing slowness she rubbed her hand up over my balls, then up along my shaft, her knuckles hard against the unyielding flesh of my dick. Up and down, up and down, leaving me a quivering mess.

Then the hand was gone. I was confused a moment. Where had the wonderful hand gone? Then it was back, sliding down my wrist to my right hand, which was then pulled towards her. I couldn’t figure out what the heck was going on, and then I felt my hand being pulled into her lap. I stiffened for a moment in surprise, but with a little tug she got me moving again, and then my hand was between my aunt’s legs.

She switched hands, so that her right was now on the back of my right, molding her fingers to mine. Then we were moving. I realized that her robe must be open. From the heat of her thigh we reached over and down, until I felt her pubic hair tickling against my fingers. It was a bit wiry, which surprised me, as I had expected it to be soft and silky like mine. My fingers moved down through that thicket of hair, guided by her hand, until it reached something hot and damp. Donna gasped.

She began squeezing my hand, causing me to squeeze mine. Against my fingers, wet heat, slippery skin, coarse hair. I couldn’t make sense of any of it. I mean, I’d seen a few dirty magazines. I knew there was a slit there, and some fleshy bits, and presumably a hole, but seeing it and feeling it were completely different experiences.

After a minute of rubbing and squeezing I felt Donna take hold of my index and middle fingers and adjust them just so. Then they were suddenly surrounded by velvet wetness. I knew then that I was inside her pussy. Donna gasped again, and her breathing quickened. She began to work my fingers in and out of her. I could feel the way her pussy sucked at my fingers, grasping. I quickly learned the rhythm and began to move my fingers in and out on my own.

Then Donna’s left hand was back, this time sliding quickly across my stomach and diving straight into my underwear. It was my turn to gasp as she wrapped her fist around my cock. If it was possible, Donna’s pussy seemed to grow even wetter around my fingers. I continued to work them in and out of her hot pussy as she steadily jacked my throbbing dick, her thumb making quick little circles over that sensitive spot just below my little helmet.

Then Donna pulled a play from Billy’s book and she was leaning into me, her lips against my ear. “Do you like my pussy, Tommy?” she asked in a whisper. “Do you like fingering my wet pussy?”

Her words made me shudder. Who knew talking could be so hot? It made what we were doing seem so much more intense. So much more dirty.

“Your little cock is so hard, baby,” she continued. The heat of her breath against my ear nearly an equal to the heat around my fingers. “So hot and hard. I can feel it throbbing in my fist, Tommy. Are you gonna come for me, Tommy? Is your hard cock gonna come while you finger my pussy?”

I felt myself nodding, then looking over desperately at Jimmy, who was oblivious, absorbed in the tv. Then, without warning, Donna’s right hand was in my lap, grabbing hold of the concealing blanket. Alarmed, I watched as she slowly pulled it away, revealing her left fist tight around my cock, the throbbing red cockhead poking out above. I glanced back towards Jimmy, knowing all he’d have to do is lean forward and a bit and look to his left, but he seemed content to watch tv.

“Look at how hard your cock is, baby,” Donna whispered. She stopped jacking me for a moment, her thumb and forefinger holding my rigid dick in place. I looked down to see it all throbbing and red. “I bet you want to put this stiff, young thing in my pussy, don’t you?” She started jacking me again, tight and controlled, her thumb working, keeping her movements from alerting Jimmy to what we were doing only 2 feet away from the little boy. “Do you? Do you want to fuck my pussy with your hot little cock?”

I started to come right then, shocked by how nasty she was being. Her fist slid tightly up and down my thin shaft while it bucked wildly. I was looking down at her jacking fist when I exploded, and I was amazed to see little bubbles of liquid, like spit bubbles, burble out of my small pee slit. I was squirting! Well, sorta.

Donna’s right hand released the blanket and swiped over the head of my dick, collecting that small amount of liquid. Then she brought her hand to her mouth and I watched her pink tongue snake out to lap up my first cum. I watched her eyes squeeze shut while she gave a quiet gasp and then began to shake. Her pussy spasmed around my fingers, gripping them tightly. I realized how tightly she must be reigning herself in so that Jimmy didn’t notice.

Donna’s pussy finally relaxed it’s grip on my fingers, but I didn’t move my hand. She didn’t move hers either, continuing to squeeze and lightly stroke my cock, which softened for a few moments before stiffening right back up again. I finally remembered to pull the blanket back up, covering myself.

After a bit a commercial came on and Donna retrieved her hand while moving mine back to my lap. She fiddled under the blanket, obviously tying her robe shut again, and then announced she had to go to the bathroom. I made sure my underwear was again covering my stiff dick when she stood up and the blanket slid down, but it didn’t hide the obvious bulge there. I quickly covered it again before Jimmy could see.

While Donna was in the bathroom I lifted my right hand up to my nose and inhaled. My fingers were dry by then, but I could strongly smell Donna’s pussy there. It was a really odd odor, somehow familiar, but alien at the same time.

Donna was gone for awhile. When she came back, the tv show that mostly only Jimmy had been watching was just ending. “Come on, Jimmy. Time for bed, honey,” she called.

“Night, Tommy,” Jimmy said, and then he was off and up the stairs.

I sat on the couch, wondering what would happen next. I was trying not to imagine anything, because of course I was so confused that I didn’t have a clue what it could be, but my imagination was getting the best of me anyway, and my dick was still like a stick of wood in my briefs by the time I heard Donna softly call my name about 10 minutes later.

I turned to see her on the stairway, mostly in shadow. She was still wearing her nightgown, but it was gaping open, framing her large naked breasts and the dark triangle of hair between her legs. She motioned for me to follow and then disappeared into the darkness at the top of the stairs.

I sat frozen for a second, both because I wasn’t sure what to do, and I was a bit scared of any decision I’d make. Finally I felt myself rise from the couch. My legs felt like rubber as I staggered woodenly to the tv to shut it off and then turned to the stairs. At the bottom I looked up. Donna was gone, and that stairway seemed three or four times longer than it normally did. Switching off the lights, I hurried upward, trying to be quiet so Jimmy didn’t hear me.

As I neared the top I had a vision of my little cousin dashing out of his bedroom, angrily confronting me for soiling his mother. I worked that little vision so thoroughly that I actually flinched when I reached the top of the stairs. Then, uncertain where I was supposed to go, I glanced into my room, but it was dark and empty. I turned left to face the door to my aunt’s bedroom.

The door was closed. As I stepped up to it, knowing in my mind that she was waiting, expecting me to open it, I hesitated, feeling as if it were a violation of some sort. My hand settled on the knob. I looked down and although it was too dark to see it, I could feel the way my cock was straining inside my briefs, urging me forward, through that threshold.

I finally turned the knob and let the door swing open. The darkness of the hallway gave way to the soft, diffuse light of several candles. There was a scent in the air of my aunt’s perfume, the scented candles, and underneath that the subtle smell of her sex.

“Close the door,” Donna called softly. I turned right to see her lying on her king-sized bed. She was propped up on pillows and her long black hair covered her breasts and also fanned out to the sides, a sharp contrast against the whiteness of the sheets. Her left leg was straight out, but her right was cocked. Between her legs, her hand moved in small circles, the tan skin nearly as dark as the black curls that peeked out around it. I stepped lightly forward and then back, allowing my butt and back to slowly push the door closed. Without turning, I reached down to the lock and twisted it. I was breathless.

Donna moved then, sliding over to the side of the bed. She lowered her legs to the floor and faced me. I caught flashes of her nipples between strands of her long hair. “Come here, baby,” she called, and held out her hand to me. I stepped forward and she spread her legs so that my knees pressed against the side of the mattress. In the dark shadows between her legs I thought I glimpsed something wet.

Donna put her hands on my hips and pulled me close, her mouth against my stomach, her legs pressing against mine. “You smell so good,” she said, placing a kiss on my stomach. Then she licked me there. Her hands slid around to my ass and squeezed, making my dick lurch in my underwear.

Donna grinned, and slipped her fingers into the sides of my briefs. “Let me see you,” she said, and then she was sliding them down. The waistband hung up on my stiffness, but with a little yank my cock jumped free, smacking against my nearly hairless groin. I felt my underwear settle against my feet, and I stepped out of them.

From only inches away, Donna stared at my pubescent cock. “So beautiful,” she murmured. Then she leaned forward and I felt her nose pressing against the base of my dick. She inhaled. Her cheek was warm against my swollen length. “You smell delicious.”

Donna leaned back a bit then and looked up at me. She smiled, and then slowly, her eyes never leaving mine, she lowered her mouth until it engulfed the small head of my penis. I sucked in a breath as her tongue flicked teasingly against the same spot her thumb had been rubbing me downstairs, just below the head, in that little bundle of nerves. Then she moved down, taking inch after inch inside her mouth until her red lips were snug against the lightly haired base of my twelve-year-old cock.

Billy, in my albeit limited experience, had been a terrific cocksucker, but he had nothing on my Aunt Donna. It wasn’t just the technique, her lips and tongue and mouth, the way she would suck and nip and lick. It was the sounds she made, the slurping, the sucking, the hungry moans, as if she were tasting the most delicious thing in the world and desperately wanted more. Sometimes she would bob her head up and down my short length, sometimes she would remove it from her mouth and just use her lips and tongue on the head, or the shaft, or even my hairless balls. Meanwhile, her hands were always busy, stroking my legs, squeezing my ass, caressing my nuts, or circling the little, pink rosebud between my legs.

In one of those moments when her mouth wasn’t filled with my cock, Donna looked up and said, “Are you going to come for me again, Tommy? Are you going to let me taste your little boy cum again?”

“I… I don’t know,” I said in a fit of honesty. “I think that was the first time I did that.”

Her eyes brightened and she smiled hugely. “That was your first cum? I got to taste your very first load out of these adorable little balls?” she said, caressing my nuts in her palm. “God, that’s so hot! Come for me again, Tommy. Mmmmm, let me taste your sweet boycum!”

Then she swallowed me again, but this time with a purpose. Her mouth was like a vacuum, sucking at my very being. Her right hand gently massaged my balls, which seemed so heavy. Sliding her left index finger into her mouth briefly, she quickly searched for my asshole, and in and instant slid it in to the second knuckle. I gasped at the sensation and began to move my hips, unable to help myself, fucking my aunt’s mouth.

Donna moaned louder, insistently around my cock. Her finger darted in and out of my tight asshole while her mouth suctioned on my thrusting cock. And then for the third time that day I was coming. I found my hands on my aunt’s head, gripping either side while I pumped my hips erratically. My balls felt like they were exploding and that wonderful feeling that seemed to start in my ass somewhere ripped up through my balls, through the short length of my cock, and out.

I just shook while my orgasm rolled over me, my cock jerking spasmodically in Donna’s hungry mouth. I had no idea if I was coming dry again or filling her mouth with my virgin seed, but she didn’t seem to care either way.

My knees suddenly went rubbery on me, and with a pop my glistening wet boner slid from her mouth and she helped me to sit and then lie back on the bed. My chest rose and fell, heaving. Donna curled up beside me, her hand stroking my naked chest, fingers playing with my tiny stiff nipples, my soft belly, my groin. She ran her fingers idly through my sparse pubic hairs, tugging on them playfully.

“I’ve wanted to do that since you first showed up at our door,” she confessed softly, fingers nudging against my softening penis. She picked it up between finger and thumb and wiggled it back and forth. “You have the cutest little dick,” she murmured, leaning forward to kiss my neck. “Thank God you have a little bit of fuzz down here,” she said, again playing with my silken pubes. “I feel perverted enough as it is.”

After a minute she leaned up on an elbow and looked down at me, a bemused expression on her face. “My poor little Tiger,” she said. “I guess you don’t know what to think anymore, do you?”

I couldn’t answer, so I just shook my head. She smiled gently. “Well, you shouldn’t get the idea I do this sort of thing all the time,” she said. “Seducing little boys, that is.” Her fingers danced over my face. “You’re just so beautiful.”

There was that word again. Not handsome, not cute… beautiful.

I saw her eyes drift down across my body and stop where my dick was lying limply between my legs. She smiled. “Do you know how big your Uncle Larry’s cock is?” she asked.

“N-no,” I stuttered in a whisper.

“Nine inches,” she said. “More than double what you’ve got down here,” she said, reaching out and tracing a finger lightly over my soft dick, causing it to twitch. “And it’s thick too. Big and thick and hairy, and when he puts it in me it fills me up and stretches me and makes me so hot I want to scream. And sometimes I do scream,” she continued with a grin.

“So you’re probably asking yourself, if I’ve got that in my bed, why am I all over your little twelve year old sausage, hmm?”

I was back to being unable to answer, feeling a bit ashamed along with my confusion. Then Donna sat up and straddled my legs, the darkness between her thighs just inches away from my cock, which quickly filled with blood and lifted up off my smooth groin. She just sat there for a minute, staring down at my cock. Then she met my eyes.

“Do you know what Larry isn’t?” she asked softly and I shook my head. “Beautiful,” she whispered. “He’s big and hairy and manly and he’s got a beer belly and a cock to make a girl scream, but for some reason that just hasn’t been enough.” Donna leaned forward then, hands on either side of my shoulders, all that dark hair cascading around us, forming a protective circle around us which tickled against my naked skin. “It happened this summer,” she said, eyes staring off into space.

“I was at the pool, of course,” she continued. “I was lying there, soaking up the sun, when I noticed all the boys at the pool. I found myself watching them, their smooth, perfect skin, their silky hair, their bright eyes. So young and beautiful.” She sighed wistfully. “There was one boy, I’ve seem him around the complex. He’s about your age, blonde like you. He was wearing a tight little bathing suit and I could see his dick so clearly. I found myself wondering what it would look like. What it would feel like.”

Donna began to sway back and forth, making her hair slide across my chest and stomach. I shuddered. “I thought about that boy a lot,” she confessed. “Him, and others I’d see. And then you came to stay with us. You’ve always been a beautiful little boy, Tommy, but you’ve grown so much since we last saw you. The day you arrived I knew I had to have you. Here, in my bed. And now here you are.”

Donna leaned over me, her face inches from mine. “And you’re all mine,” she said. Then she kissed me. This was no chaste kiss, but of course I hadn’t expected one. It was wet and heated and it went on for a long time. Finally she pulled back and looked into my eyes, her own eyes bright. “You’ve done that before,” she grinned.

I smiled back shyly, and then she leaned in for another kiss. This time she settled her lower body against me, and I gasped into her mouth as I felt the wet heat of her pussy press against my cock. She began to move back and forth, sliding her sopping sex against my stiff penis. I couldn’t believe the velvety heat of it, the sweet liquid burn. Her wiry bush scratched against my hairless groin, adding flavor to the sensations.

Then she sat up, pressing herself downwards against my short throbbing length. She shuddered atop me, eyes closed. Then with both arms she swept all that dark hair up and flipped it behind her so it cascaded down her back. My eyes locked on her heaving chest while my cock lurched against her grinding pussy. She reached down and grabbed my wrists and pulled my hands to her tits. I eagerly took two handfuls.

“You like my tits, Tommy?” she teased, twisting her hips, grinding herself against me wetly. “I’ve seen you staring at them. Mmmm, yes, baby, touch me there. Pinch my nipples, Tommy. See how hard they are? Ooooo, that’s right. Like that. Do you want to suck them? Does baby wanna suck Momma’s titties?”

I found myself nodding and then she was hovering over me, her large breasts right in my face. I took hold of the right one in both hands and eagerly closed my lips around the large brown nipple. I wasn’t sure what I was supposed to do, so I treated it like I had Billy’s cock, sucking lightly, teasing it with my tongue, nibbling with my teeth.

“Oh, God, Tommy!” Donna gasped. “Just like that, baby! Oh, God that feels so good!”

I gasped as she reached behind her and grabbed my cock in her left hand. It was still so wet with her juices that it slid like quicksilver through her fist. She jacked me roughly, putting her whole arm into it, gripping me much too tightly if I hadn’t been so wet and my attention so involved in suckling her breasts.

“Tommy!” she suddenly gasped, her grip on my cock tightening even further. “Oh! Oh yes! Oh God!” Then she was shuddering atop me, gasping and moaning.

After a moment her eyes opened and she looked down at me, her eyes filled with intent. “Are you ready?” she asked, wiggling around on top of me. I realized she was trying to position herself. Then I realized why she was positioning herself and my eyes widened. I knew it was going to happen, but now, at the moment, I found myself unable to believe it.

Donna’s hand left my cock, but then she reached down and grabbed it again, this time from the front, her hand between her legs. She lifted a bit and then the tip of my cock was sliding against molten flesh. She slid it around for a moment until she was satisfied, and then she lowered herself, just a bit. Just enough for my cockhead to be swallowed by the silky wetness of her gripping pussy. With a sigh, she lowered herself completely.

I groaned, feeling my cock completely engulfed in the hot, liquid grip of my aunt’s vagina. She just sat atop me for a few moments, her sex gripping me tightly, sucking at my short length without even moving. My brain was on fire. I wasn’t a virgin anymore! My cock was inside a woman’s pussy! I was fucking!

“You feel so good inside me, Tommy. I didn’t think… I mean… Ohhhh, God it feels so good! After Larry’s cock I wasn’t sure, but, oh baby, do you feel so good! I can’t believe how hard you are, Tommy. So very hard inside me. I can feel your little cock throbbing in my pussy.”

Then she leaned forward and whispered hotly in my ear. “And now I’m gonna fuck you, Tommy. I’m going to fuck your little boy cock so hard! I’m going to make you come inside me so hard you scream!”

And then she was fucking me. Hard. She began to pump herself up and down on top of me, grunting so loudly I was sure Jimmy would hear us and come investigate. The wet smack of her pussy against my groin was so loud to my ears, like someone punching a side of beef.

I’m pretty sure Donna came at least twice while she rode my cock. At least her rhythm broke and she shuddered atop me two times before starting over again. After her second orgasm she rolled off me and then urged me to lie between her legs. Once again she reached between us and, grasping my slippery wet cock, pulled it back inside her. Then she wrapped her legs around me, grabbed my ass in both hands and urged me to fuck her.

“That’s it, baby!” she gasped. “Ohhh, fuck me! Fuck me with that sweet little cock!”

I sorta wished she would stop calling my dick little. I mean, I knew it wasn’t that big, but it made me feel, well… small. Childish, and inadequate, when I wanted to feel big and manly. I mean, I was fucking her wasn’t I? I was making her come. Wasn’t that manly? Still, she kept whispering and groaning and urging me to fuck her with my little boy dick. I figured it was sort of a thing for her. I think the idea that I was a boy was more important to her than the size of my dick, and for some reason it was making her really horny. Having gained a heck of a lot of confidence over the last couple of hours, I decided to experiment.

Screwing up my courage, afraid of sounding stupid, I whispered to her, “Does that feel good, Donna?”

“Ohhhh, so good, baby,” she panted.

“You like my hard little cock inside you?” I said, going for broke.

Donna gasped, and pulled back enough to look me in the eyes. Her face was intense. “YES!” she hissed. “It’s so good inside me! So hard!”

“What is?” I asked, teasing, my hips rising and falling, driving my cock inside her, our skin smacking loudly, my balls loose and slapping against her ass with each thrust.

“Oh, God, Tommy! Your cock! Your cock is so hard inside me!”

“My boycock?” I asked.

Donna groaned and shuddered underneath me. Her legs tightened around me and her fingers clawed at my back, her long nails leaving painful gouges. “Yes!” she gasped. “Yes! Your sweet, hard, beautiful, little boycock!”

“Uhhhngg!” I gasped then, caught up in the moment myself. “I’m gonna come!”

“Ohh, come in me, Tommy! Squirt your boycum into me! Fill my pussy with your sweet cum!”

I pounded into her faster and faster, my face buried against her neck which muffled my strangled grunts. Nothing could muffle the slap of flesh on flesh though. Closer and closer, harder and harder. Finally I gave one last, straining thrust, as if I could push my entire body into her pussy. My feet strained against the mattress, my whole body stiff and quaking as my balls exploded again and Donna’s pussy sucked hungrily at my jerking cock. All the while she gasped, “Come! Come! Oh, baby, come!”

After some time I rolled off her, spent, my soft cock slithering out of her pussy with a slurping sound. I collapsed on my back, breathless, feeling the sweat on my belly and thighs cooling, along with my pussy-soaked crotch. Donna’s breathing was just as loud as my own.

Eventually we calmed. I felt Donna get out of bed a few minutes later and then the faint sound of running water from the bathroom. A couple of minutes later she returned with a warm, damp cloth and she gently washed the evidence of our illicit lovemaking from my crotch and from between my legs. Some time after that I slept.

Donna woke me some later in the night. It was still dark and a glance at the alarm clock on her bedside table read 4:27. She softly urged me to return to my own room, so that Jimmy wouldn’t suspect anything. I made my unsteady way through the dark hall to my own bed and fell immediately into a dreamless sleep.

End of part four

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