Date: Sun, 22 May 2022 18:18:41 +0000 From: aboycandream Subject: Birthday Secret Birthday Secret by Boy Dreamer Little Billy Palmer and his single daddy, Sean, had had a very special relationship for as long as the boy could remember. His no-good mother had run off when he was still just a toddler, leaving Sean, practically a kid himself at the time (only 26) to raise the boy all on his own. But, for seven years, he had performed his part heroically. And VERY lovingly. As far as Billy was concerned, he wouldn't have it any other way. He LOVED his daddy, in part because daddy was so loving and attentive, but also because Billy looked up to daddy, who was everything little Billy wanted to be: a tall, handsome, hairy, athletic, muscular, bearded MAN. He was really almost the polar opposite of Billy--a sensitive boy with a sleek, slender, small frame; soft, hairless skin; prominent hipbones; pert pink nipples; and a very kissable neck. His sweet little face was boyishly beautiful--pink lips, just the right amount of freckles, blue eyes and short, sandy blonde hair. Where Sean was very much a rugged man, Billy was all docile, sweet boy--meaning he was extremely cute. Daddy and boy did everything together. The man worked from home, so he was always there to greet the lad when he got back from school. They spent their afternoons playing video games or swimming in their big pool in the backyard, and their evenings assembling Lego sets or watching Billy's favorite cartoons cuddled up on the couch. But then, as bedtime approached, the bonding REALLY began. At a certain point, Daddy would look at his watch and announce that it was bath time. Most little boys put up a fight whenever a parent utters those dreaded words, but not Billy. Bath time and bed time were his favorite parts of the day and had been as far back as he could remember. I. Bath Time Bath time always began in the same way, with Sean turning on the water and getting the temperature right for a nice warm bath. He would then get to work on Billy, lovingly helping the little lad remove all his clothes. First, Sean would have the boy sit on the edge of the tub so that he could pull the boy's socks off and give his yummy little feet a quick mini-massage. Next, he would have the boy stand up. At this point daddy would take a seat on the toilet, right beside the bath, and have Billy stand in front of him. In this position, he'd first pull the boy's shirt up and off, giving him a nice opportunity to "inspect" Billy's torso. Daddy would lightly run his big hands all over the boy's back, tummy, and chest. "Gotta check you for ticks," Sean would always say--even on days when they hadn't played outside. Billy would usually giggle at that but this whole part of the ritual usually had him starting to feel a little breathless--especially when daddy would lovingly tease each of the boy's little pink nipples until they were stiff as nails. "Gotta make sure they're awake, buddy!" Sean would always joke. By that point Billy was usually just moaning softly. Sean would then, every time, announce that it was "Time to check on little Billy!" He'd proceed to remove the boy's pants or shorts--whatever garment he was wearing over his cartoon underpants. Billy would step out of one leg and then the other while his daddy kept a strong hand on the boy's shoulder to steady him. Once the garment was discarded, daddy would take a look at the tent in the front of Billy's underpants and say "Looks like little Billy is already awake!" and give the boy's stiff little soldier a through-the-underpants squeeze. He'd then say it was time to "say goodbye" to whatever character was printed on Billy's little boy briefs. The patterns and characters had changed over the years--Sesame Street, Paw Patrol, Toy Story, and most recently, The Avengers. The man would then slip a finger into the waistband on either side of his Billy's cute little tummy and start to slowly pull the briefs down. He'd always make a show of trying to get the underpants down over the boy's stiffy, and no matter how tiny it actually was, he'd always look into the boy's sweet face and tell him what a big boy he was becoming. This was actually Sean's favorite part of the ritual, every time--and that's saying something, given all the fun that usually followed. Slowly exposing his very young son's smooth pubis and then his beautiful, hairless, uncut, little stiffy always took his breath away. As the boy's daddy, Sean was probably biased, but he had always thought that Billy's little cocklet was absolutely perfect--as flawless a specimen of little boy genitals as he had ever seen. And, since he worked from home, he'd had ample time to conduct "comparative research" over the years. Billy's stiffy had set his daddy's mouth watering since as long as either could remember. But no sane man would be able to look at that little pricklet and not want to slip it into his mouth...run his manly tongue along the little blue vein that graced the pale white shaft...tease the delicate pink foreskin before pulling it back to expose a red knoblet and adorable pee lips...slurp his childish genitals with a hungry, loving mouth....and all the while use manly fingers to gently tease and caress the wrinkled little scrotum to maximize the boy's pleasure and his moans of delight. Ahem. Anyway. Once Sean had exposed his son's aroused little boy wiener, the fun really began. He would proceed to "inspect" the boy's rampant pricklet with is manly fingers, running them along the shaft, teasing back the foreskin, lifting the little nutsack (as much as it could be lifted, anyway), and ask Billy intimate questions like how many times he had peed that day and how often "little Billy" had gotten stiff and when it did, what had caused it. Little Billy always tried to answer truthfully, even when the answer to "What made little Billy stiff today?" was something like "Seeing you take your shirt off to mow the lawn, daddy!" Once Billy was at the boiling point, daddy would then have him turn around and bend over and put his hands on the side of the tub. While in this position, daddy would lovingly rub the boy's back and sides for a bit, then use one hand to part the boy's soft, smooth buttcheeks to get a good look at what they were hiding. Over the years he had taught Billy to keep himself very clean back there, so usually the only scent that greeted the man was the delicious musk of a sweet little boy's most private spot. Daddy would poke and prod all around, then on, then IN, the boy's exposed little anus with just a fingertip or two. Billy's bottom hole was a delicious-looking, pink, wrinkled, tiny little slot that radiated boy heat, and Billy was always most receptive to daddy's anal inspection--giving his most energetic squirms and his loudest whimpers as daddy examined his bottomhole. Daddy had been conducting this inspection ever since he had taken over bathing duties since the boy's mother had left not long after the boy's second birthday. "I'm not putting up with that terrible twos shit," the selfish bitch had said. Sean didn't mind, though. At that age little Billy was just becoming...interesting to him, so he didn't mind--at all--the prospect of single fatherhood. So Billy had grown quite used to his father's inspections--he thoroughly enjoyed them, and he knew they were special because daddy had made him promise never to tell anyone about them. Billy was always careful to keep his promise--he was worried that if he didn't, daddy might not do them anymore! And Billy really, really, REALLY wanted them to keep going. So he had no problem keeping their secret from the world. Once Sean had gotten a good, long look at, and feel of, his son's exposed anus, he would pronounce him ready for the bath, which had usually just about filled by that point in their naughty routine. Billy would stand up straight and daddy would lift and lower him into the tub. Once there, daddy continued to be in control. While Billy splashed around with his rubber duckys or his toy boats, daddy slowly shampooed his hair (with No More Tears shampoo) and rinsed it, before using a wash cloth to gently soap up the boy's sleek, wet skin, then use his bare hands to lovingly rinse off the soap bubbles. Once he pronounced the part of the boy out of the water "Clean!" Billy would stand up to get his lower half washed. This was, not so secretly, Billy's favorite part. Daddy's soapy hands slipped all over the boy's lower half in a way that felt really neat. And once daddy had cleaned up the boy's lower tummy, belly button, and hips, he would then take a good long time to make sure the boy's penis--still stiff as a board, of course--and testicles were as clean as a whistle. By the time they were, Billy was usually breathing so heavily that daddy would have to steady him with one of his big, strong hands. But the panting would only get worse as daddy would, once again, instruct the boy to turn around and bend over. Billy would do as instructed (one of his best qualities), placing his hands on the tile wall on the far side of the bath to steady himself for the most...intense...part of the bath. Daddy would, once again, lovingly soap up the boy's back, butt cheeks, and legs, then gently use his bare hands to rinse them off. But Daddy would then--and this was Billy's absolute favorite part--use his soapy fingers to clean first the outside, and then the INSIDE, of Billy's tight little bottomhole. Daddy had proceeded with extreme caution over the years. He started small--just the tip of his pinky finger--but was gradually able to probe a little more year after year. This part of the cleaning process usually had Billy whimpering with pleasure, so Daddy would often lean forward to comfort the boy, usually by planting soft kisses on his wet neck before whispering some consolation in the boy's ear, like, "Cleanliness is very important, little buddy, so it's a good thing you seem to enjoy this part of bath time so much!" And it was true--Billy ADORED having his daddy's big fingers inside him. It made him feel very special and also very...naughty...but in a good, fun, tingly sort of way. Once daddy judged that he bad pleasurably tormented the naughty boy enough, he'd pronounce little Billy "All clean!" and let his probing fingers slip from the boy's slightly opened anus. Billy, breathing heavy, would slip back under the water one last time, with nothing poking out except the tip of his stiff little boy wiener, still mega-aroused from all the "hygiene" they'd been practicing. Once he was done, daddy would pull the plug, then reach for a big, fluffy, Spider-man bath towel and use it to lift the boy out of the tub and onto the bath mat, where he would proceed to gently but thoroughly dry the boy's delicious body from head to toe, paying, as always, extra special attention to the boy's stiff little pole, wrinkled pea bag, yummy ass crack and even yummier little boy slot. II. Bed Time Once the boy was throughly dried (and sexually aroused), daddy would use the towel to lift him up and carry him to the boy's bedroom next door. He would lie the boy on top of the sheets and pull away the towel, always taking a moment to enjoy the sight of his little boy, freshly washed, totally naked, with a little peepee standing proud, laying back on his little racecar bed with the cartoon print sheets. The boy would usually put his hands behind his head, maximizing daddy's view of the boy's hot body--soft, hairless, and pale, made all the more beautiful by how tiny his stiff, aroused penis was. Daddy would reach into the boy's dresser and fish out a fresh pair of cartoon underpants, which he would place on the bedside table. No need for them quite yet! This part of the bath time/bed time ritual had also evolved over the years as Billy had grown up. In the early years, gentle caresses and light kisses, on every inch of the boy's squirming, delighted body, had been the name of the game. As he got older, new maneuvers were added to the mix. Daddy had taught the boy all about his nipples, for example--first with this fingers, then with his lips, then with his tongue. The same progression had occurred on the boy's penis, testicles, and even--really!--his anus: early on, some light fondling; later, some heavy petting; and still later, around the time the boy had started school, daddy's mouth had joined the fun...first his warm, wet lips and then, eventually, his big, probing tongue. The man was practically giving the boy a second bath at that point, except in the second case, instead of a wash cloth, he was cleaning the boy's soft, hairless skin with his hungry, boyloving tongue. Daddy simply could not get enough of the way his son's little boy body tasted after bath time--so fresh and clean! Even the most private parts! In later years, daddy had also added been adding more and more "stretch" to the boy's backside, gradually adding fingers until the boy could happily accommodate three of them his his hot little boy box. The man's pederastic "assault" on his young lover always ended in the same way: with the boy shivering and squeaking through a corker of a dry little boy cum. What set him off was always a little different: sometimes it was daddy's tongue on his testicles, or his mouth running up and down the boy's stiff little pole; sometimes it happened when the man slipped a finger in the boy's anus while simultaneously nibbling on one of his stiff nipples; but some of the biggest ones actually came from the simplest acts, like when daddy kissed Billy with an open mouth and a probing tongue while using two fingers to delicately skin the boy's tiny pole. The feel of the man's beard against his sweet little face; the way the man's tongue violated his little jewel of a mouth; and the way daddy knew just how to skin Billy's sweet stiffy...it was so special and intimate and naughty and the boy was so hungry for male affection and his daddy's kisses that the pangs that started in his tummy would build and build until they EXPLODED in his dry little ball bag and spasming cocklet. Daddy would always, very lovingly, let the boy enjoy the full measure of his tinglies. Once the boy had stopped shivering and fallen back onto his pillow, the man would then give the boy a gentle kiss on the forehead and say, "I love you, buddy." But he wasn't finished. Daddy had needs to, you see. And since their little bath time/bed time ritual usually lasted about an hour--for the entirety of which his pedophilic cock was titanium hard and leaking profusely into his BVDs--by the time Billy had had his boy's time, the man was equally ready to explode. His explosions were quite a bit "wetter" than Billy's were, though, and he had developed an excellent system for depositing and cleaning them. While Billy was still recovering, the man--who had remained clothed for the entire process, because, to him, it was mega hot to be fully dressed in the presence of a totally exposed, naked little boy--would quickly disrobe. He'd then climb onto bed with Billy--naked man with naked boy in little race car bed with cartoon sheets; what happened next was inevitable. The man chose different ways to unload: sometimes he would frot his huge, hairy erection against his son's stiff, hairless cocklet until he ejactulated helplessly all over the boy's re-stiffened willy. Sometimes he'd have the boy lift his knees to his ears to expose his anus so the man could masturbate out a thick, creamy load onto the boy's exposed slot. Sometimes he'd straddle the boy's chest and aim his big dick's leaky pee lips right at the boy's sweet face, frosting it with an enormous dose of sticky man goo. And, increasingly as the boy was a little older, he taught the sweet boy to nurse on his big man cock as much as he could fit into his mouth--more and more as the boy grew up--and fed the boy a fat wad straight from the source. Sweet little Billy would always eagerly swallow as much as his could, but most of it inevitably wound up on the boy's face or in his hair. No matter how the man came, it was always titanic: nothing aroused him more than hairless little preteen boys, and none more so than his own, sweet, live-in-the-flesh and eager-to-please little boy. Once the man had made a very sticky deposit on the boy's body (even when some went down the boy's throat, most of it wound up on his sweet exterior), the man would, once again, lean in to give the boy a long, wet kiss before whispering in his ear, "Thank you, little guy! Daddy needed that!" He'd then reach for the pair of underpants he had set aside earlier and use them to clean his sperm from wherever it had landed on the boy. He'd then actually slide the now sticky, cummy underpants up the boy's sweet legs and over his aroused pricklet so that Billy could drift off to sleep with his stiff little genitals coated by his daddy's loving tribute to the boy's hot body. More often that the boy would actually hump the mattress, grinding his stiffy into daddy's slippery wet goo, until he achieved at least one more little boygasm before falling asleep. Sometimes the man would cuddle up with the boy and they'd drift off to sleep together. Sometimes the man would go take a shower, or go get some more "work" done (translation: he'd go chat with "like-minded" buddies of his online to tell them about his exciting evening and hear about theirs). Either way, little Billy would always fall asleep, thoroughly satisfied, both sexually and emotionally, by his loving daddy. III. Happy Birthday! Man and boy had enjoyed this ritual every evening for years. They were, in other words, living a very happy life together--no mother needed. Sean really loved his son--emotionally and physically. He took care of the boy's growing sexual needs but he was also an excellent, caring mentor, teaching the boy not only about "sex stuff" but also about how to grow up happy and healthy in other ways, too. And the boy was growing up so fast! In the year leading up to the boy's ninth birthday, his little penis had grown almost an inch! It was getting quite long now at a whopping 2.5 inches when it was fully aroused! In some ways the man hated to see it, but in other ways he was extremely excited that the boy was turning 9. He had a BIG new plan for something fun to do during bedtime and he'd been saving it for this exact day. So, on the morning of Billy's ninth birthday, daddy told the boy he had a little surprise planned for him later that evening. Billy was mystified--he already knew about his birthday party, so he knew that wasn't it. Maybe it was some special gift the man had gotten him? He hounded his daddy to find out what it was, but all the man would say is that, "You'll get IT later, champ. Don't worry about it now!" and give the boy's butt a little squeeze. That gave Billy ideas--and a stiff pricklet--but it also shut him up. The man knew, though, that the boy would still be thinking about it all day, which is exactly why he had said something--the boy's anticipation was palpable and delicious. But his mind was at least somewhat distracted by the Avengers-themed pool party his daddy had planned for him that afternoon. Sean had invited five of the boy's little friends--all, as it happened, boys with single fathers. Interesting, but Billy was used to it at that point. Daddy was always steering him toward other boys his age and finding subtle ways to discourage friendships with girls. It was an unspoken rule Billy was happy to follow; he just always felt happier and more comfortable around males. Especially adult males, who were always so nice and attentive to him. They always made him feel so special! Six wet, half naked boys spent a lovely couple of hours horesplaying in the pool while their daddies--all in their mid-30s, like Sean--stood around drinking beer and very happily--some might even say hungrily--watching the boys at play. It was an awesome sight, in part because, contrary to usual practice for American boys, they were all wearing Speedo style swim suits. That trend had been started by Billy, or more accurately, by his Daddy, who bought the boy's clothes and didn't really give him a lot of choice. Billy's little friends had followed suit (literally), at least when they came to swim at Billy's house, because their own daddies had been "inspired" to make similar purchases for their sweet boys. For Billy and his friends, Speedos were the norm and they were quite unselfconscious wearing them around one another. It was a delicious sight to behold, so much so that some of the daddies had to excuse themselves to go to the bathroom more than once, sometimes, somewhat oddly for grown men, in pairs. Maybe it was all the beer. At any rate, Billy had an awesome birthday party--plenty of pool time with his friends, awesome gifts (more Lego sets!), and yummy cake and ice cream. But, all good things must come to an end, and eventually the boys and their daddies said their goodbyes. A few of the men even told Sean, as they were leaving, to "have fun tonight!" That was odd, Billy thought. The party was over! When the last father-son couple had departed, Sean closed the front door and took a look at little Billy standing there, still wearing nothing but his Speedo. Daddy, as always, loved what he saw; hairless, pale white boy flesh accentuated by pink nipples and a very pretty mouth. "Say, buddy...I know it's a little early...but since you've been swimming and sweating all day, how about we start bath time? I want to get you cleaned up so I can give you the surprise I mentioned earlier." Daddy--the horny dog--watched the front of Billy's speedo swell at that suggestion. "OK, daddy!" Billy couldn't be happier. He LOVED bath time and he LOVED surprises! So they hustled up to the boy's bathroom and followed their little ritual as usual: a tender, loving, very THOROUGH bath. But this time, daddy took extra care cleaning the boy's bottom hole. He even squirted some water up the boy's little anal opening and had the boy push it out until the man pronounced him "clean as a whistle." Billy wasn't really sure what that was all about, but it had actually felt kind of neat--all that holding and releasing had somehow been sort of pleasurable. Once the man had dried the boy and carried him to the bedroom, though, the routine changed a little. First, the man left for a moment, saying "I'll be right back" with a mischievous grin. "Maybe he's going to get my present!" Billy thought. He was sort of right. The man returned, though, holding only a plastic bottle filled with some kind of clear liquid. Billy was a little disappointed--he was hoping for more Legos! But he was even more surprised by the deviation to routine when the man undressed himself BEFORE giving the boy his tinglies first. That was new! Billy always loved watching his daddy take his clothes off. The man was so...manly. He was tall and muscled and athletic and his body had all this hair on it that totally fascinated smooth little Billy. Plus, his daddy's big adult penis was HUGE! He'd once told the boy that it was seven inches. Billy believed it. That night, the man's erection seemed even stiffer than usual, pointing straight at the sky and leaking like a faucet from the man's wrinkled foreskin. "Daddy must have had a lot of fun at the party," Billy thought. Indeed, the man had. Seeing all those little boys half naked in speedos...chatting with their daddies, the same "likeminded" men he often chatted with online at night, about his plans for the evening and their own adventures with their sweet sons. Unlike those perverts, though, he hadn't excused himself to go blow a load in the bathroom. He was saving this one for Billy. Once he was undressed, the man announced that they were going to do something a little different that night: "OK, Billy. Happy 9th birthday! I'm so proud of you. You're growing up to be the most awesome little guy I know." Sean really meant it. The boy had captured his cock AND his heart. "And as boys grow up, it's important for their daddies to teach them new things about life and about their bodies." Billy nodded. He'd enjoyed every aspect of his sex education for many years. "So, tonight, for the first time, we're going to do the most special thing of all, the most loving thing a father and son can do together. And I know you're going to love it!" Billy was a little surprised--he thought they'd already done it all. But he was (another one of his best qualities) always eager to learn, so he nodded. "Awesome, daddy! What is it?" Sean grinned. He relished the shock he was going to produce with his next words: "I'm going to put my big, stiff penis into your tight little bottom hole and rub it back and forth inside you until I shoot that sticky white stuff I love to feed you. In other words, I'm going to FUCK you." Billy was, in fact, shocked. He gasped and even started to shake a little bit. I mean, he absolutely loved it when daddy put his fingers inside him--it made his whole crotch area feel so tingly, and sometimes daddy would use one of his fingers to rub this...spot...deep in his tummy...that made his spasming tinglies even more explosive than usual. But..the man's penis? In his little bottomhole?? It was huge!!! Sean watched and even leered at the boy as he processed what he had just heard; he even followed the boy's eyes as they looked down at the man's big, stiff, leaking cock. "But...daddy...it's so big! Won't it...hurt me?" "Well, little buddy...here's the thing. You know I love you, right? And that I would never lie to you? Well...at first...it will hurt for me to FUCK your little butt." Billy winced when the man emphasized FUCK, which made Sean's cock twitch and leak a little more clear fluid. "But," he continued, "although it will hurt for a few minutes once I get my penis all the way inside your bottom, if you just relax for a little bit with my stiffy filling your little butthole, it will start to feel better. When a grown up puts his big penis inside a little boy's cute bottom, it gives the boy a nice, full, stretched feeling back there. And once you're able to relax with me inside you, I'll be able to start pushing my penis in and out of you, which I know you'll love because you always squeal and shake when I put my fingers back there and you get your tinglies. Only this time, it'll be even better, because my penis is so much bigger and thicker, and can reach that special little place inside you even better than my fingers can. And once I start clipping that little spot that makes you feel so good, you're going to feel REALLY happy and REALLY special." Billy may not have been totally convinced--he was still looking a little skeptically at the man's penis--but he loved his daddy and he had to admit that he was sort of...craving...getting the little button inside him rubbed. He wanted it a lot, actually, and he was sort of intrigued by the idea that the man could use his big penis to do the rubbing. So, he capitulated. Putting his sweet little face down, he whispered out an "OK, daddy. As long as you promise to make it feel good." Sean's cock throbbed. "Oh, buddy! Once we get past the first part, it's going to feel so good! I promise! And hey," he said, lifting the boy's face so he could look into his eyes, "remember that this is something we do together because we love each other so much, and something you're ready for because you're becoming such a big boy!" That produced a small smile--all the consent Sean required. "Perfect! I knew you were a good boy! Now, to do this, I'm going to need to get you into a different position." He manhandled the boy--gently but firmly--until he was on his stomach with a couple of pillows placed under his midsection. The boy's head was toward the headboard of his little race car bed; his smooth, creamy bottom was pointed skyward and totally accessible to the man's lust. He rubbed the boy's back up and down for a few minutes, making Billy squirm and moan just from his loving caresses. Sean then spent a few minutes massaging the boy's bottom with his big, hairy hands; the boy was starting to coo and liquify from the relaxing sensations. From there, he used one hand to pry the little cheeks apart and expose the boy's perfect pink boy anus. Billy actually shivered as he felt cool air make contact with his wrinkled opening. "OK, buddy, to get you ready I'm going give you those kisses on your bottomhole that I know you love so much." Without waiting for a response, the man used his thick, wet tongue to begin licking, tasting, and probing the boy's pink pussy. Billy squealed with delight as the man energetically rimmed his tight little hole, worshipping every millimeter of the boy's exposed flesh back there: kissing inside the cheeks, running his tongue all along the crevice, from his tailbone to his testicles; and flicking, sucking, and penetrating the boy's inner sanctum with his tongue. The boy had always been very anally responsive, even when all the man could fit back there was the tip of his pinky finger. But hungry man tongue in needy boy hole is a whole other ballgame, and daddy hit this one out of the park. After only ten minutes of wet probing, during which time sweet little Billy had been moving his ass up and down to 1) get daddy's tongue farther inside his bottom and then 2) give his stiff little penis a rub against the Captain America shield on his Avengers pillowcase, the boy gave a long wail and shivered his way through his first dry boygasm of the evening. The boy didn't know the name of the bus that hit him...but daddy was relentless. "Wow, buddy! Great job! You like it so much when daddy does stuff back there--that's how I know you're going to love me FUCKING you!" Billy shivered as daddy, again, put strong emphasis on the word FUCKING, but he was too relaxed, in his post-boygasmic state, to resist or even lift his head. He simply laid there, panting, drooling onto Thor's hammer, with a sopping wet, slightly gaping bottom hole pointed at the ceiling. "Now that you're more relaxed back there, buddy, I'm going to put my fingers in you to help open you up a little bit more. We've done this a lot so I KNOW you'll enjoy it." The man liberally applied some of the liquid from the bottle he'd fetched earlier to the fingers on his right hand, which he then used to lubricate the boy's opening with some gentle caresses. Billy groaned into his mattress, then yelped when the man began to insert his fingers...first one...then two....then three. It was true; Billy had always loved the sensation of his naughty daddy putting his fingers up inside him. The man was working a little more intently than usual, this time; there seemed to be a little more stretching than probing going on. Billy, in the fog of pleasure, continued to moan and whisper: "Uh, daddy...ahhhh...nnggh...ooohh." All of it was music to his pederastic father's ears; he knew the moment of maximum relaxation, which meant penile penetration, had arrived. Billy whimpered when the man let his fingers slip from the boy's opened hole, and felt movement toward his backside as the man repositioned himself so that his big, thick dick was pointing right at his son's loosened anus. He used more of the lube slicken up his large, throbbing pole, then began to rub the head of his penis head in circles all around his wrinkled little target. Billy cooed. But cooing is NOT the sound he made when the man said "Happy birthday, kiddo!" and shoved his fat cockhead into the boy's small sphincter. Billy actually SCREAMED and gripped the sheets with his little hands. "OOOOOOHHHHHHHHHH!" Daddy had to admit to himself that it was one of the most arousing sounds he had ever heard. He had, finally, after years of patient preparation and teaching, penetrated his little boy's tight butthole with his perverted cock. And while it was going to cause the boy some pain, the man relished what he was doing. He was helping this boy along the path to manhood. And he was also, it must be said, completely aroused by the fact that he was dominating Billy so completely. He thought back, fondly, to the evening after his own 9th birthday, when both his father AND his uncle had taught little Sean all about man-boy fucking. "Time to pay it forward!" he chuckled to himself. Billy had quieted down for a moment--now all that could be heard were some quiet sniffles--so daddy announced the next step. "Alright, buddy! Good job! I got my penis head inside you! Now, this is the part that's going to hurt...but remember...I promise...it will start to feel good soon. Very soon." With that, he took a deep breath and shoved the remainder of his fat, swollen cock up the boy's butthole. More screaming. More tears. More "UNGGH DADDY IT HURTS!!!" Daddy responded by remaining where he was--with his dick shoved balls deep up his nine year old son's asshole--but he did begin to rub up and down the boy's back to help him calm down. "It's OK, buddy. I know it hurts...but if you can just try to relax and give it a few minutes, it'll start to feel MUCH better." More sniffles. A quiet voice: "OK, daddy. I trust you." Sean smiled. He was truly a lucky man. He continued to caress the boy's back while his adult penis throbbed in the boy's anus, all the while whispering sweet nothings to the boy about how cute and sexy and special and mature he was and how much daddy loved him. It seemed to work; after a few minutes, Sean could tell that the boy's anus had grown more used to its visitor. The boy's shoulders were notably less tense than they had been on the first moment of penetration. Before Sean could even say anything, the boy gave a throaty whisper: "UNGH...daddy...please...FUCK me!" Billy, after the initial burning subsided, was, in fact, starting to enjoy his big visitor. He did feel stretched and full...back there...almost like he needed to pee, but more pleasant. And it felt really cool to be so connected to his daddy, whom he loved very much, in this special way. "Good, boy, buddy! I knew you could do it! And you don't have to ask me twice!" Sean began to thrust, moving his big cock back and forth as much as he could in the Billy's tight butt. He went slowly at first, still letting the boy get used to being penetrated and so that his hole would open up a little more. But, gradually, he picked up the pace, to the sounds of increasingly frantic, boyish grunts from his single-digit sex partner. Before long he was fully rutting in his son's butt, groaning manfully as he ran his shaft in and out of its tight new home. On every thrust forward, the boy yelped; he was in fact LOVING what it felt like for his daddy to massage his little button with his fat, wet cockhead. He was still drooling and gripping the sheets tightly, but he was also fully aroused by the agonizing torment the man was inflicting on his special spot. He wanted the man to stop immediately AND he never wanted it to end. But end it must, and probably sooner than Sean really would have preferred. His son was such a hot piece of ass and he'd been waiting 9 years to finally achieve his lifelong goal of becoming a true boyfucker. Plus, the whole situation was such a turn on to his perverted mind--fucking his son in the butt in a shaky little race car bed with cartoon sheets. So he was only able to last about ten minutes before the crisis came. Gripping the boy's smooth, slender hips firmly, he increased the speed and intensity of his thrusts, grinding the sensitive underside of his cockhead against the boy's insides and the special, hard little nut inside him that made the boy love this so much. When the man's climax came, he saw stars. He shot the hottest, thickest, most intense load of his life up the boy's butt--spurt after spurt of pure, explosive ecstasy, accompanied by load groans and drops of sweat falling from his forehead to the boy's smooth back. He held his throbbing cock as deep in the boy's butt as he could to let every last squirt of jizz coat Billy's juvenile prostate; he was almost collapsed on top of the boy as he came, and as the last spasms subsided, he actually did put the full weight of his manly frame against the boy. Billy was, truth be told, still a little bit in shock. But he had LOVED feeling the man squirt those hot jets in his backside--he had actually felt each spurt individually. And his boy button had been mega aroused, too. Not to mention the feeling of the man's weight on top of him, with his body hair tickling all along the boy's back and bottom, and his hot, panting breath on the boy's neck, and his still stiff penis still oozing in his bottomhole...bliss. With his daddy still on top of and inside him recovering, the boy began to thrust his hips again, so that his sensitive, aroused little boy penis could get its own pleasure, which he needed DESPERATELY in that moment. Daddy was roused from his stupor enough to understand what was happening; he lifted himself onto his elbows, slightly, keeping his body pressed against the boy's but giving the horny lad a little more space for his frantic dry humping. Sean's cock hadn't softened a smidge so Billy was able to clip his boy button against it just enough to get what he needed; he ground his stiff little wiener hard into the mattress and exploded through another incredible boygasm--and this one was extra intense because it was the boy's first-ever prostate orgasm! Sean savored every shiver and moan as the boy rode the waves of the most intense little boygasm he had ever seen his son have. And he had seen him shiver through countless over the years. It made the man proud. It made the boy deliriously happy...in fact, he was crying, but this time, they were tears of joy and euphoria. "OH, daddy, that was the best birthday surprise EVER! Can we do it again?" Billy smiled to himself and his still-stiff cock twitched in the boy's anus, which was starting to ooze some of the man's cum. "Fuck!" he thought to himself. "I love being a single dad!" *** Be sure to check out my other, ongoing series, "Stepdaddy Secret," https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/stepdaddy-secret/. Love hearing from readers. If a particular line made you cum, let me know which one it was!