Date: Thu, 22 Dec 2005 03:06:12 -0000 From: qpreen@basicisp.net Subject: Me, My Billy and Ours 1 This is a sexual story. It eventually includes a rather vast array of those sexual acts commonly available, but acts only between willing and consenting people, whether they be men, women or children. The participants range from ages fivish and upwards on into the sixtees. Much occurs between that youngest reach and that oldest reach, and the implications are that the older boundary could stretch into rather more advanced ages than that. Severe sado-masochism is not considered sex by the writer; thus the stories will not include sado-masochism. All usual admonitions apply. - If the indicated kind of material offends you or if the reading of same is illegal where you are, then read no further. If you are under the age of eighteen,read no further, as this is adult material and is not intended for you. All material here is copyrighted and you are not permitted to distribute it broadside in any fashion without explicit permission from the writer. Other than these admonitions, please proceed and enjoy! ---------------------- -------------------------------------- As I gently rubbed his precious little shoulders, I thought,oh, how beautiful he is, gazing at him there in my lap. Five and a half years old and the most gorgeous little youngster in all this world, let alone being my very own son, the seed of my own raging cock! "It feels so good when you rub me, daddy", don't never stop!" "I won't EVER, little darling" I promised, with a gentle correction my ever smart little man was sharp enough to recognize and accept. "Never, never will I ever stop loving my little boy, even when he grows up as big as daddy" I murmured to him in soft whispered phrases between gentle little kisses and nibbles on his sweet neck, leaning way down, needing to strain a little, even, to get to that position, but feeling a jab of pleasure in my loins as reward. "I love you too, Daddy", his little voice said back to me, and I knew that he meant it. He was a very affectionate and loving child, taking after me in that way, but also just as much after his beautiful young mother who was recently so cruelly snatched from us in an automobile accident while riding with her parents, James and Jan, who were both seriously injured, but survived and recovered fully in a few ensuing months. Jim and Jan will never forgive themselves,though,that is clear, even although the road facts plainly show they were entirely blameless and could in no way have avoided the huge oncoming semi which suddenly turned directly into them. (The driver, it was determined, suffered an instant and fatal heart attack at only fifty two, whereas all his driving record theretofore had been spotless. Such is fate in this unpredictable life and world!) But I digress, as did my thoughts, a little, just as the ever wandering, foraging mind often does in its behaviorisms, really mostly beyond our controls. My thoughts had wandered momentarily to reflecting with tenderness on the sweet little cousin, Robbie, that Billy, my little boy, enjoys and adores through his maternal grandparents, the aforementioned James and Jan, in their lasting but final fertility. Ah, when they visit now, which is most frequently indeed, bringing Robbie of course, Billy will squeel in delight as he jumps into their arms and giggles under their loving kisses and hugs, but then he and Robbie will quickly scamper off and away together, headed for the delights little boys find in just playing. Playing, playing, playing! Oh to play quite like that again! Robbie is five too. Only a couple of months younger than Billy. Also he is blonde and blue eyed too, just like Billy;indeed they could almost be twins. A stranger would surely take them to be twins, seeing them running and jumping together. Thus this loving, remembering, close group remains in forever tribute and love for my darling young wife Lorrie, so sadly now missing. She was only twenty eight. And indeed I myself have only just turned thirty.- Below is the cast, then: Little Billy, 5 1/2;Robbie,the same:myself,and then Jan and Jim.(My own parents would delightfully expand our group,for sure, but they live just too far away in Hawaii to regularly participate in our "doings of love" here in Indiana and Michigan, as we have come to name the delights of all we engender and share together!) Is it any wonder, then, that when Billy is on my lap, nowadays,and I am loving him, my roaming mind only fuels more the wonderful turgid torture of my rampaging cock? - With thoughts of more than just Billy. Yes, with yet more than of just my sweet darling little boy, much as I do love him! Of course that is NOW, in the but recently acquired knowledge of the, many would call it, abberant tastes and desires of our group. Yet, now is only a few short months later than the actual starting time with which my story telling commences - with Billy on my lap, enjoying my gentle loving of him and our professings together of our love - in that wondrous beginning. To resume, back to that not far past beginning of it all ...... "Daddy", Billy asked, "why does your lap start sticking up at me when you kiss my neck like that?"