Date: Mon, 28 Aug 2023 20:16:30 +0000 From: maturetop4smoothbttmboys Subject: Ch 5 - Boy Butter (Revised) Boy Butter Chapter 5 revised -- Waking up Young Rusty - Rusty Needs to Go... Preface - Author's Note: This is a re-posting of Chapter 5 so as to fix and clean up typo's, bad spelling and some left out words, etc. There are a few updates and improvements to this chapter and so perhaps worth a re-read. Sorry to disappoint you if you were looking for a whole new chapter! Nifty needs your donations! Please donate - http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html This story is ENTIRELY FICTIONAL...which means it is fiction and not real. Any resemblance to any real people is completely coincidental. This story takes place in a world in which non-consenting children under the age of 18 are interested in and physically capable of having sex likeadults. 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Boy Butter Chapter 5 - Waking up Young Rusty - Rusty Needs to Go Pops paused to savor the moment, wanting to stop time so he could enjoy the anticipation of the man-boy sex he was about to indulge himself in...engage in the molestation of 9-year old boy who was a willing and eager young participant in the man's deviant pleasures, a young boy that he had been actively grooming for an even bigger role in his sex life for the past few months...getting big doses of dopamine and adrenaline released in his brain as his heart started to beat faster. Pops paused to breathe in the musky stale bedroom air deeply through his nostrils, enjoying the smell of a musky young boy...pausing briefly at the door as his eyes adjusted to the dark bedroom. He had reached this gateway to the inner sanctum of a mature pedophile's temple...quietly slipping inside a willing boy's sanctuary and seeking entrance to capitalize on opportunity...seeking safe entry to a warm, safe place where he now knew he had both the freedom to operate and a willing participant in the acts of pedophilia that he fully intended to initiate during this visit...a golden opportunity of both a place and time...and the opportunity of a more than willing boy...a boy with whom he fully intended to take his time with...take his time and fully enjoy his own selfish pleasures and selfish needs to slowly molest the boy ...and yes, he did plan to all the way with the boy today...planing to fuck this hot 9-year little fucker's brains out by pinning him to the bed and knocking the bottom out of this hot little boy's fuck-chute. Unless you've been there and done that, been there sneaking into a horny boy's bedroom with the sole intent and purpose of molesting the boy, then you have no idea how erotic it is to slowly sneak into a sleeping 9-year old boy's bedroom knowing he was still asleep and you are slipping into his bedroom with the intent of molesting him. It gets your heart racing and your cock hardening...and knowing that the young sleeping boy would be packing a hard as diamond little 3-inch cocklet in his pj's, tenting out the front of his pee-stained pajama bottoms with his morning wood, pj bottoms that you are about to peel off of him below his smooth-as-fucking-silk navel, knowing that he will be just as horny and eager to feel the warmth of your mouth as you were in suckling his little straw. Sniffing the air again Pops could smell a faint dank tangy mustiness of recent boy-on-boy sex and then also the earthy nutty scent of Rusty's little boy-cunt...a smell that Pops equated with a boy in heat and in need some special attention from Daddy. Damn that got Pops's motor going...as Pops reached down and adjusted himself in his dirty old jockstrap that old jock that contained his floppy, leaking cock in his loose shorts...adjusting himself as his cock pulsed and started to fill with blood...giving his cock the room it needed to grow as he chubbed up, hardening in anticipation of the molestation he was about to deliver to the boy. . Pops savored these moments...this moment that he had patiently waited for all week to arrive as his pulse quickened and his senses became heightened as he sniffed the air detecting the faint scent of ripe boy-pussy in heat again, signaling to the experienced pedophile that there was a horny boy nearby, with a dirty little bottom and who was in heat for a good fucking...a wet boy-cunt in need of some Daddy dick Pops anticipated the sight of the small pajama-clad, smooth skinned boy sprawled out spread-eagle before him as he crept into the young boy's bedroom, preparing himself to get balls deep in the tightest, silkiest, most exquisite boy-pussy that he had sampled in many, many years...well, maybe ever. What other boy's pussy would be comparable to young Rusty's eager little fuck-box? Maybe a very young version of Jimmy's cousin Zach ...way back at the beginning of Pops's molestation of the boy and not long after Pops had first plucked the boy's ripe ass cherry, fucking the somewhat reluctant Zach as he was bare-assed and bent over the sacks of grass seed out back in his shed? But young Zach wasn't quite so eager or as enthusiastic at this tender young age of 9 as young Rusty here...and the brief thoughts of a younger Zach triggered vivid memories of Pops mounting a groggy, muscle relaxant drugged-up skinny little kid, naked from the waist down and bent over bare-assed in his shed, squirming and fighting to get free under the weight of the much larger man as Pops had pinned the boy's arms behind his back and held a squirming, trembling Zach down by his hips despite the boy's best attempts to escape...trying his best to wriggle and squirm away to escape the inevitable onslaught of the mature pedo's beer can thick cock, giving valiant resistance until the fat lubed glans finally broke through the resistance and pierced the boy's tight ring and slowly crept up inside the boy's virginal anus and on its way to crawl up inside for a deeper exploration of the boy's tight warm guts. That Zach sure could wriggle and squeal through that ball gag, a gag that Pops sometimes used to keep his boy-guests quiet, particularly when a boy might become vocal during the heat and passion of the initial penetration of their anal deflowering. Eventually, and with enough practice and experience with the girth of Pops's man-cock stretching his anal ring and rectal muscles...and enough poppers...young Zach would became a much more eager participant for Pops, ultimately ending up eagerly bending over and offering up his athletic little butt for a good buggering and breeding after almost every soccer practice. That boy's asshole became a star performer and would eventually really sing for his Daddy, excelling at milking Pops's fat cock dry as it seemed to adjust over the years, and take a real shine to being stretched by Pops's thickness...and certainly young Rusty was showing signs of becoming Zach's equal or better...grooming the eager boy into becoming a determined young butt-boy, on his way to becoming a most eager boy for Pop and his lije-minded friends...showing early signs of adjusting and accommodating Pops's thickness and girth despite his continued youthful tightness and extremely firm grip...perhaps the difference was being that young Rusty's enthusiasm and eagerness to take as much thick Daddy cock as he could...and of course perhaps it was also probably now a much more-experienced Pops and his use of his now well-trained and talented tongue and magic fingers that had learned the dark arts of properly preparing a boy for a good ass-fucking over the intervening years since those early days of deflowering young Zach...learning from practiced experience just how to patiently take the time to get a really young boy ready and wanting and eager to...eager for what? to slowly open up and get a young bottle to blossom...learning how to work at shy little asshole until it was heated and panting and blossoming open, a boy worked properly open and into a real frothy heat to enthusiastically submit to jhis thick Daddy dick. Pops mentally prepared himself for the upcoming molestation of the young 9 year old, a session that he had played out in his head all week and that would involve spending quite a long time feasting upon that tender pink little pouty rosebud that was tucked up between those smooth little alabaster white cheeks that had become a favorite target for the old pervy pedophile. Once his eyes adjusted to the darkness of the bedroom Pops started to look around the bedroom floor and eventually found what he was looking for...a small pile of Rusty's dirty clothes clearly left from the night before...a pile of the boy's used clothing tangled and discarded on the floor after a long day of sweaty rough-housing and playing with his neighborhood buddies...sweaty and damp, having been worn during a long summer day of play. Digging around Pops found a discarded pair of the boy's athletic socks and held them up to his nose, savoring the sweet tangy bouquet of day-old sweaty boy feet. Burying his nose in the socks and sniffing deeply, the old pedophile's cock stirred in his shorts as a big pearly drop of sweet pre-cum began to drool from the hooded tip of his half-hard cock and oozed from the nozzled snout of his thick foreskin. MMmmmmmm....good boy!...thought Pops as clearly Rusty had listened to his Daddy bear's request to leave his dirty socks and underwear out for him to find and enjoy during every morning visit. Thankfully Mom was not very diligent to clean the boy's room before leaving for work...leaving these stinky little gifts for the old perv to enjoy. Next Pops picked up a rumpled pair of Rusty's used Spiderman underwear...still damp from the previous day's exertions. Pops then placed the boy's underpants over his face and wore them like a mask, breathing in and sniffing deeply at the sweet, tangy urine-soaked fronts as he moved the damp cloth down to his mouth to lick and suck on and savor the sweet tanginess of Rusty's pee-stained Spidey underwear. Pops's eyes rolled into the back of his head as he licked and sucked on the 9-year old's day-old piss stains. Pops's 4-day old seed load churned in his swollen bull nuts as he slowly and fully explored the tangy, flavorful tastes of the boy's damp underwear in his sucking mouth. Unnnnnnnngggh...grunted the old pedo softly to himself as he took a peek into the boy's now soggy underwear...looking for treasure and finding it...locating the day-old brown streak of boy butter that he was hoping...no...expecting to find as a crusty little stripe in the seat of little Rusty's dirty underwear. What a good boy! Mmmmmm...so perfect thought the old man as he sniffed at the musty earthy brown streak, inhaling the most intimate of little boy's smells and savoring the impact they boy's nutty stink was having on his brain, first sniffing and then licking to taste the flavorful tartness of the brown streak of boy butter. Good boy! What a good boy play to Pops's perversions...to shit underpants just a little and leave the mark of his dirty little butt in the seat of his little boy dirty undies. Pops wondered if he sniffed Rusty's finger would he smell the boy's butt smells from Rusty digging and picking at his dirty little bottom. Pops craved that dark earthy musty smell in his nose and it was almost too much for the perversion of the mature pedo as he had to slow himself down, to purposefully slow down his perverted exploration of little Rusty's treasures so that he wouldn't spill his seed load too quickly for the boy. Dammit...I need to hold on to my nutt, thought Pops...and that was because he fully intended to really pound some little boy-ass here in the bed soon...really fuck and breed his new boy deep today (maybe even taking his time and humping and fucking a big second load to fully drain his heavy balls deep into the boy's tight quim before he was done with young Rusty this morning)...and so he wanted to save his load to plant it as deep into the boy's bowels as his stubby fat cock would allow. Damn this little boy was a naughty little fucker...a cock-teasing little cunt that knowingly or unknowingly liked to play to all of this old man's perversions... thought Pops as the dirty old man dug deeper into the boy's dirty undies and now began sucking on the soggy, fragrant (and tasty) seat of the boy's underpants. Pops reveled in the musty earthiness of the stale day-old boy-butt smells and tastes in the seat of Rusty's used underwear. Damn that boy's gonna be waddling around leaking Daddy seed all afternoon by the time I'm done with him thought Pops. Maybe I'll send him over to Smith's for a ride in his recling chair...I bet that Percy motherfucker would just love to get his lips on the small boy's blown-out ring and suck my spunk out if the kid's loaded up asshole. Pops then quietly moved over to the bed to watch over the sleeping boy...watching and listening to the young boy's deep rhythmic breathing as he slept, continuing to sniff and suck on the boy's dirty underwear to extract all the flavor...hovering over the bed and watching over Rusty to admire his beauty and denning innocence as his eyelids fluttered in deep REM sleep, watching as the young boy drew in deep even breathes through his nose. The boy's hair was slightly damp and plastered to his forehead...perhaps still sweaty and damp from the heat of his earlier sweaty exertions that he and his brother shared earlier this morning...earlier when his sweet little ass got penetrated, poked, pummeled, and jack-rabbit fucked by Richie's steel hard pre-teen 5-inch boy cock. Was the boy awake and aware that he was being watched? Nope...Pops decided as he became convinced that Rusty was not faking...the boy was clearly still very much sound asleep. Pops's wandering hand reached down and began to dig around under the warmth of the covers and then lifted them up so that he could stick his whole head into thunderneath the bed covers...still warm from the heat coming off the boy's hot little sleeping body...crawling underneath the covers that had covered the boy from the neck down and trapped the smells of all-boy. Pops leaned into the heat rising off of the sleeping boy and began sniffing in the dank muskiness of sleeping boy. Fuck that made Pops's cock hard! The smell of boy-on-boy sex was now obvious in the man's nose as he smiled to himself knowingly for what he would soon find...now anticipating finding some buried treasure in Rusty's dirty little bottom...a special creamy gift left behind by Richie for Pops to find as the mature pedo instantly knew from the sex smells what he would be finding simmering and bubbling away deep inside the young boy's sexy little honeypot...a thin watery load of his older brother's boy-spunk...a creamy boy-seed load planted as deep as his 5 inch boy-cock could reach, with the energetic fucking and the explosive squirts and spurts reaching deeper into his younger brother's colon...a gift left behind for Pops to find and savor...the tasty flavorful evidence of a horny pre-teen's visit to his younger brother's bedroom earlier this morning. BINGO!...thought Pops as he gently grabbed the boy's spindly soft legs, grabbing them gently around the ankles and carefully pulling them around to quietly slowly straighten out the boy and position young Rusty onto his stomach, straightening the young boy's thin coltish legs...and of course taking a moment for himself to lean in to sniff at the boy's recently violated little butt...and then moving the boy as slowly and gently as possible so as not to wake the sleeping young boy. Pops grabbed a pillow and positioned it underneath the boy's hips and slowly rolling him onto it so he was lying on his stomach again with the pillow pushing his hips and little butt into the air for Pops. Rusty murmured quietly but didn't awaken as Pops now pulled the covers back fully, exposing the sleeping boy to full view. What a sight! Not satisfied there, Pops crept along the boys thighs and calves until he raised the boy's small bare feet up into the air...taking care not to awaken the boy...not just yet. The mature pedo struggled to hold back as he leaned his face forward and pushed his nose into the warmth of the pj covered cleft of Rusty's upturned bottom....breathing in the scent of recently fucked boy-ass...a wonderful and heady mixture of recent boy-on-boy sex, fresh salty boy cum, and musky dirty boy-ass....heaven! The musky boy-sex odors under the covers triggered Pops's brain and caused another prodigious dollop of pre-cum to be expressed from the tip of Pops's thick stubby cock, creating a big wet spot in the man's jockstrap and loose cotton shorts, now getting to the point where he was smearing his sticky secretions all over his crotch and the tops of his thick hairy thighs. Pops decided he needed to discard his loose shorts to free up his jockstrapped cock and ready it for his special boy. Standing up quietly he shed his pre-cum smeared shorts (damn his cock was leaking like a faucet....making the old man consider letting his new favorite little boy to feed on his leaking cock before he fucked him?...perhaps thought the horny pedo as he plotted his molestation and further grooming strategies). Pops stood over the sleeping boy and surveyed the wonderland of boy spread before him. His cock was leaking again and he collected some of his slippery pre-cum on his fingertips and brought it up to Rusty's lips...painting the young boys lips with his slippery sweet man-juice...painting the boy's thin red lips like smearing lips gloss. Despite Pops's slippery touch on his thin lips, Rusty still did not awaken...still deep in slumber, Rusty did however stick out his small little pointed tongue as he murmured something incoherent in his sleep and began to unconsciously lick at the slippery sweetness of Pop's pre-cum excretions on his thin little boy-lips. Pops moved quietly back around to position himself at Rusty's feet as he slowly began to pull down the boy's black Star Wars pajama bottoms...pulling them over the mounds of the boy's butt...slowly exposing those luscious little mounds of creamy white boy-flesh...unveiling his prize to begin his molestation of the boy in earnest, pulling until the elastic waistband was just below the boy's fleshy mounds of beautiful little boy buttcheeks. As much as Pops wanted to dive in between those two small mounds of pale flesh he held himself back...quietly memorizing the sight of the boy's upturned butt framed so beautifully by his black Star Wars pajama bottoms. Pops did take the opportunity to lean in and sniff at the heat coming off the boy again, sniffing deeply and now savoring the musky, musty scent of freshly fucked boy-cunt. Pulling back from sniffing at the boy's morning body odors and warm dirty bottom, the old pedo raised little Rusty's bare feet to his nose and sniffed the pale pink boy-feet deeply...and then he started using the tip of his tongue to lightly lick and taste at the boy's toes before sticking one and then several into his warm, wet mouth...savoring the tangy feet-stink and funky taste of damp boy-feet in his nose and mouth. MMmmmmmm...ffffuuuuccckkkkk....groaned the mature pedophile to himself as he adjusted his leaking cock again in his dirty jockstrap again. Clearly young Rusty had skipped his evening bath again last night (as requested by Pops the week before - what a good little butt-boy he had become!)...and it was also clear from the musky smells in the man's nose and dank tastes on the man's tongue that the boy had collected plenty of sweaty toe-jam between his perfectly pink little nubs of boy-toes...a remnant of sweaty play, a tart and tangy flavor to be sucked on and enjoyed slowly to savor the tastes and smells of the boy's sweaty toes and feet...tangy still from the boy's full day of sweaty exertions the day before. Pops stuck his tongue out more now and began to slowly give long lusty licks, lapping gently at the tips of the young boy's tiny toes...and then began to slowly take each of the boy's toes into his warm and sucking mouth...gently licking and sucking on little Rusty's 9-year old toes and the smooth soles of his feet. As he gently gave each of the boy's feet a warm tongue bath, Pops kept watch for any sign of the boy's awakening from his deep slumber...and of course Pops kept a close eye on the boy's plump little upturned bottom as the sleeping boy began to move on the bed, slowly and unconsciously rolling his hips as Pops's wet ministrations to the boy's feet caused him to stir and start to instinctively rock his hips even in his slumber, beginning to slowly and unconsciously hump his bottom up and down on the pillow underneath him in his restless sleep. Even in his sleep Rusty was a horny little fucker, responding to Pops's warm wet toe sucking...now with a hard-standing morning wood...a little boy-cocklet at full mast so hard it could cut steel... and then the boy began an instinctive slow humping of his pillow underneath his hips. What a good boy! Pops pushed the boy's knobby knees apart, widening the spread of his legs and gaining more access to Rusty's little boy-bits...now pulling the boy's pajama bottoms down to mid-thigh to reveal the silky smoothness of the back of both of the boy's thighs...watching intently as the boy's pink little purse of scrotum skin became exposed to him, that cute little wrinkled ballsack holding the boy's tiny little immature boy-balls, watching as it fell loose and free, lying all deflated and dangley on the boy's impossibly smooth white skin of the backs of his thighs. Pops reflected how Rusty had recently taken to enjoying having his tiny little immature nutsack to be worshipped by his Daddy...the smooth little bag of skin holding the boy's immature fruits slowly licked, suckled, pulled deeply into the back of the old man's throat, and even lightly chewed on until the boy would thrash and squeal in painful pleasure...and Pops surely intended to continue to feed that particular perversion today with a lengthy ball-sucking/chewing session for the eager young pup. Pops watched as the boy's small fold of skin and grape-sized balls almost fully hid his tiny little 1.5 inch pale boy-cock, and then Pops noticed the boy's cocklet begin to move on it's own accord, as it began to fill with blood and become tumescent, lengthening as it hardened into a 3-inch spike of morning wood...a pale white stalk with thin blue blood vessels in the pale skin on the shaft and beautiful creamy foreskin covering the little acorn head...that little bit of skin that Pops loved to suck and chew lightly before peeling it back to expose the 9-year old's sensitive fiery little cherry red bell-end...the boy's cock was hardening perhaps as evidence of his need to relieve a full bladder of morning piss, that and perhaps the effect of Pops's warm wet mouth on his toes as even in his sleep the boy was clearly starting to respond to the warm gentle sucking Pops was providing to the boy's toes and feet. Pops decided that there would be no need for Rusty to get up out of bed to relieve himself in the toilet this morning...because he was going to drink that warm boy-piss right from the tap thought the pervy Daddy as he anticipated getting the boy to not bother getting up to pee this morning, rather he would be getting his needed relief by draining his full bladder right down Pops sucking throat and filling up Daddy's belly with warm boy-piss. Oh My God! Pops so wanted to dive forward and take that loose nutsack of skin into his warm mouth, to bury his nose deep into that smooth crack of the boy's tiny ass....but patience...have patience and it will be rewarded thought the experienced older pedo. After gently pulling the boy's ballsack free, Pops reached up with both his hands and put them softly on the boy's butt, palming for himself two small mounds of pale white boy cheeks...feeling the soft smoothness and warmth of these perfect mounds of boy-flesh...savoring the pure beauty and silky feel of the boy's pale white skin and plump little mounds of flesh. Pops's gentle toe-sucking was slowly causing the boy to awaken...and a soft moan emitted from deep within the boy's throat as Pops realized that the boy was groggily awakening to the warm oral ministrations to his bare feet. Pops watched intently as the boy began to move, slowly becoming awake and slowly realizing the predicatment he was in and trying to figure out what was causing the warm wet sensations on his feet. Rusty yawned, stretched, and sighed deeply as Pops watched the boy roll his hips back and up, pushing his little butt further up into the air as a sign of boy-want and need. Pops began and more rigorous licking and sucking of little bubbly boy-toes and watched as the boys hips arched up and those impossibly smooth white melons of ass cheeks parted briefly to give Pops a quick glimpse of the boy's tiny little bubblegum colored rosebud, that magical little pink button that was shyly tucked up between those smooth boy-mounds and buried in the tight cleft of the boy's asscrack. "Mmmmmuuuunnnnnmmmm....I need to pee!", mumbled Rusty sleepily between yawns and as he squirmed his legs trying to cross them and hold in his full bladder. "Shhhh-shhhh...ssshhhhhhh my sweet little boy", shushed Pops as he moved to calm the boy. "Pops is going to take care of your sweet little pee-pee soon enough". The practiced pedo then got his hands and fingers to work as he pressed the boy's cheeks apart and placed his big thumbs into the boy's smooth cleft, pushing the boy's tight crack open, spreading the boy's bottom so he could reveal that magical little ring of muscle and watch with wonderment at the effects his toe-sucking was having on the boy's anus...prying the boy's cheeks open for the first time this morning and allowing Pops to watch the direct effects his toe-sucking on the boy's tiny little pink rosebud. It was as if the boy's toes were were hardwired to his puffy little cunt lips as Pops watched the boy's pink little muscle quiver and twitch as if in rhythm with the licks and sucks his lips and tongue were applying to the boy's toes. Pops was fascinated as he watched the full effects of a warm wet foot bath on the boy's tiny quivering little asshole..and he now pushed the boundaries further, fully planning on waking the boy by manipulating the ring of boy's asshole with his thick fat thumbs...first inspecting the boy's anal opening for any inflammation and looking for any swelling, tearing, or bruising from what was surely a vigorous fucking from Richie's energetic brotherly love-making this morning. Pops thought that there looked to be some small amount of puffiness...perhaps the expected swelling of the young boy's tender flesh...or was the boy's rosebud always pouty and puffy like that? it must have gotten some of that swelling from the hard pummeling and stretching from the jackhammering it took from the slim 5-inch pre-teen cock in the early hours this morning...but nothing that might cause Pops to be alarmed. The boy would soon know what a good pummeling feels like...as Rusty was about to experience the mind-bending stretching and the strain of an intruding fat Daddy cock fto open up his little asshole asshole. Beautiful!...just beautiful thought Pops as he gazed hungrily, watching with fascination and lust at the effects of his toe-sucking...causing the little boy to begin to squirm a little in his sleep, watching the direct effect he was having on the tiny pink ring muscle of the boy' little asshole, causing it to first twitch and then relax, clench and relax to open up...a tender young asshole winking shyly for his Daddy...a tender pink muscle twitching from the toe-sucking that was causing the little boy to begin to stir...starting to stir and move his hips more as his legs were pinned together and he could only move his hips as the old man began to use his broad wet tongue on the tender soles of the boy's feet...knowing that he was now waking the boy up fully by wetting and tickling the boy lightly to see what the boy's response would be...which was at first a few quick reflexive leg spasms and an attempt at jerking of his legs away in an attempt to escape the man's ticklish tongue, all the more ro cause the little boy to arc his back and roll his hips to get upturned buttcheeks to spread open for the old man's enjoyment... ...and then... ...and then there it was...a gift for the old pedophile....a gift directly from Rusty's tiny little asshole... a soft, barely audible little pppppffffffffftttttthhhhhttttttt sound emitted from between the boy's perfect little cheeks...sighing softly from the boy's singing little rosebud...a soft little boy-fart as the awakening little imp responded to the man's tickles on his feet by clenching the core of his little boy body and pushing out...giving Pops EXACTLY what he was wanting (and needing) right about now,. This small naughty sexy little boy is just about perfect!...thought Pops as the boy continued showing off by pushing his hips up and down...playfully humping the pillow pushing his smooth little cheeks further into the air in order to expose his asshole to the horny old man...shyly at first...showing off for his Daddy...and now feeling a little cheeky and sexy and wanting to show off for Daddy's attention ...and then he had to fart again, this time a bit louder and wetter...accompanied by a few small drips of cum and a creamy bubble on the lips of his pink little asshole for the old man as he started giggling and squirming just a little bit more for Daddy as he tried to escape the soft tickling tongue in the soles of his feet. ...and then another soft wet release of gas, this time boy-farting almost as if on cue for Daddy...softly farting out a small amount of the air trapped in his bowels, air trapped from his prior loving exertions with his older brother...a wet juicy fart that also produced a few translucent dribbles of watery boy spunk that showed up on his now fully exposed ass-lips...so tasty and creamy on the boy's tender little rosy-red fleshy ring...a tight little boy-ring that was clearly had become somewhat inflamed and puffy from earlier exertions...and now had become a wet creamy texture that was like a juicy smashed red grape...purplish-red and pouting from the exertions of the boy's clenching and pushing. Good boy! ...and then another fart that produced a series of cute little creamy cum-bubbles, small creamy bubbles that formed and then popped one after the other in a short series on the boy's tiny little extended ring...but then more creamy seed appeared and smeared to fill the small cleft of the boy's tiny asscrack as Pops released his thumbs and Rusty clenched his small bubble-butt cheeks together to further show his snow-white buns and now cream-filled dirty little bottom for his new hairy Daddy. Rusty rolled his hips and clenched his buns tight...showing off the cream-filled crack of his cute little boy-butt...teasing Pops and egging hom on...almost as if to say -what are you going to do about that? Pops died and went to pedo boy-heaven right about that moment....because he knew exactly what he was going to do about that cream-filled smorgasbord of little boy ass that lay spread out before him...spread out almost as if it was a breakfast buffet awaiting for him to feast upon. Although having just recently awakened from a deep slumber, Rusty was now already feeling quite horny, as he had awoken already in a state of arousal as he squirmed under the man's oral attention on his small boy-feet...the special attention his small toes and feet were getting from his special Daddy...with toe-sucking being a new sensation that made him queasy in his tummy and a gave him an tightness and constriction behind his little boy balls...a response that in a young girl would lead to wet slippery secretions and a very wet pussy. But for this little boy being groomed to become a good little bottom bitch-boy, it stoked a fire deep in the boy's bottom, a fire that became a deep-seated need for a hard driving man-cock to quench. And then the horny little imp decided he was going to be a cheeky little monkey and show off and tease his Daddy a little more...starting by clenching his core muscles again and pushing his core out through his bowels...pushing out like he was trying to take his morning shit...showing off his little winking rose-colored ring, all creamy and cummy for Daddy as it flexed and winked again for Pops...and then another creamy little bubbly fart got expelled as Pops sucked on boy-toes and watched intently as Richie's cum oozed and bubbled from the young boy's tiny hole into his smooth creamy crack, now dribbling a little rivulet down the folds of the boy's smooth ballsack purse and a small spray that yielded a few splatters of boy-sperm onto the back of Rusty's smooth creamy thighs and splashing onto the mounds of his impossibly smooth asscheeks. Mmmmmmmmm...good boy! That creamy mess needs to be be cleaned up thought Pops...surely the boy's messy dirty bottom needs a thirough cleaning thought Pops as he licked his lips hungrily. What a messy smelly little boy! thought Pops as he continued to enjoy the show...now using his hands on the boy's cum splattered cheeks and pushing the slick cum deposits around on the boy's smooth skin, spreading the small pool of Richie's spent sperm around, a watery slippery pool that had been expelled from Rusty's little singing asshole and was now filling the boy's sleepy asscrack like a cream-filled doughnut. Pops couldn't hold back any longer if he wanted to as he literally dove forward in one swift movement, sniffing at the heady stink of boy-sex fart on the way down...smelling dirty boy-ass within Rusty's fart as he continued to dive forward and push his face fully into the cream-filled crack of the child's bottom. Time for breakfast! thought Pops to himself as he pressed forward and then completely buried his face in cummy boy ass..pushing his open mouth all the way forward and using his tongue to collect as much of Richie's expended seed that he found there and could collect. Scooping up as much of the creamy filling from the boy's small crack as his open mouth and tongue could collect, and then smearing the excess boy-seed all over his lips, cheeks and chin in one swift decadent move as he got his tongue and mouth busy between the boy's beautiful little upturned cheeks. Rusty gave out a cute little yelp and a jerk as he started to squirm and jerk reflexively, responding to Pops's ass-hungry mouth as it encircled his straining asshole aggressively and begin to lick up the mess in his buttcrack. ...and then again whining to Pops, "I need to pee!", now a bit louder and in a bit more tortured if a whiny little boy voice... ...but the sadistic old pedo wasn't sympathetic to the young boy's needs or begging...he had his own needs to take care of and right now it involved needing to suck Richie's spent seed from this tiny little asshole and cum-bloated little boy colon...and in fact, the opposite was true as the perverted old man loved to hear the boy whining and pleading from his painful need to relieve his morning bladder. Pops decided he would take the boy to the edge of painful need and see how the boy would respond...all part of the boy's required pgrooming. And then there was really nothing the small thin boy could do but lie there ass-up and endure Pops' voracious mouth as he was now pinned under Pops's full weight on the back of his legs...leaving the boy only able to squirm and struggle momentarily under the weight of the man, weakly pushing and twisting and squirming under the man's weight before finally giving up and giving in...now submitting his butt fully by relaxing and giving in to his Daddy's complete control...giving himself over to his Daddy's hungry onslaught...as he froze and then sighed deeply, relaxing under the ass-hungry man as he became pinned to the bed, arching his back in a desperate attempt to more fully spread his cheeks, tapping into a deep submissive desire to spread himself even more for his Daddy as he felt Pops probing, soothing tongue begin to lick and suck on the tiny swollen puffy ring of his small anal opening...the hungry pedo alternating between soft licking and probing with the hardened tip of his tongue...and then giving soft little sucking kisses to soothe and relax the young boy's winking sphincter muscle...knowing that soon enough this would lead to the child's asshole to bloom open for him to really enjoy. Rusty then clenched and clamped his little muscular button down on the tip of his Daddy's probing tongue... winking his awakened rim in Daddy's face to tease and egg him on...to urge his Daddy to work harder for the boy...and then young Rusty decided to push out again, fully clenching his core muscles and pushing out through his asshole again, knowing full well he had more of his brother's load in his bowels to give the hungry man for breakfast, and knowing full well that he might just squirt out a jet of the big juicy remnant of his brother's sperms directly into Pops's eager mouth. What the hell thought Rusty as he decided to evacuate his bowels of the remainder of Richie's frothy sperm...a load if semen that had been fermenting in his bowels all morning was now going directly into Pops's open sucking mouth. And then the boy squirted a warm creamy jet of Richie's flavorful spent seed onto Pops's tongue...splashing in the man's open mouth, surprising Pops with a sudden squirt of boy-cum... and he reacted immediately by opening his mouth wider and pressing it forward to fully cover the boy's squirting fountain and cummy asslips with his hot mouth, and to now begin an even more aggressive licking and sucking of Rusty's creamy pouting asslips with a renewed gusto. Good boy! Pops was not surprised by the responsiveness and eagerness of Rusty's asshole...and not too surprised when Rusty squirted his brother's cum directly into his mouth...the little scamp knew how much his new Daddy loved to feast on recently fucked boy-ass, to savor a boy's freshly deposited cream pie...Rusty knew this because the old man had sucked Smith's and Richie's creamy seed from his asshole before on several occasions. Rusty's juicy little peach was now drooling a viscous mix of Richie's creamy semen and Pops's saliva from it's relaxed swollen lips. And now what else to do with the little boy to get him ready? thought Pops to himself. I need to get this horny boy ready...prepare him for the mind-bending deep fucking that he was about to recieve...thought Pops. How best to warm the hole and open him up for a good deep fucking? Of course the answer lay right under his nose...literally winking at him and seeking his attention...as Pops rocked himself forward, putting his full weight on the back of the boy's legs, pinning him to the bed and placing his hungry mouth deeper in the boy's dirty crevice to put his mouth to good use for the next 30 minutes or so as he settled in for a real nice long ass-eating session with the 9-year old's eager little bottom. MMMMMMmmmmmmmmmmnnnnnggggghhhhhhhh....groaned the ass-hungry Daddy, growling deep in his throat over and over again...letting the boy know how much he wanted and needed the boy's skinny ass as he now leaned in fully and started to really use his active tongue and mouth to feast between the boys upturned asscheeks...feasting hungrily as he quickly got lost between those smooth creamy mounds of boy-flesh...lost in a boy-ass induced trance as he took to the task at hand and the blissful chore of eating out cummy little boy ass for breakfast. Pops made hungry desperate love to Rusty's eager bottom for the next 30 minutes...alternating between slowly working the boy's smooth tight crack open and flicking the tiny little button with the tip off his tongue...to giving long loving licks that went from loose ballsack to the pink ridge if the boy's taint to the winking ring to the top of the boy's smooth hairless crack and back down again in long slow loving licks... to using the pointed tip of his tongue to force himself through and breach the boy's tight little ring, pushing his tongue into the boy's tight warm greasy chute...to sucking and chewing on the pouty rim of the boy's recently fucked asshole...to stretching the boy's asshole open with his thumbs and digging deeper with his tongue, wiggling and squirming as he wormed his way deeper up the boy's wanting back passage...working hard to get the boy's asshole to relax and bloom open for him...and Pops made great progress in the effort as the boys little ring muscle started to respond to the man's ministrations... as it started to loosen and relax...coaxing the 9-year old little ring muscle to wink open and close for the man's tongue as it prosecuted its case for opening up for his Daddy... going from a tight puffy little button until it bloomed open to become a loosened little gaping muscular ring, winking open and gaping a beautiful rosy purplish red under the man's nose as his feast reached a crescendo of passion. Pops looked up with half-closed eyelids as he looked around into the darkened bedroom, looking upon from between the tight valley of Rusty's spread open asscheeks to see the boy's Star Wars posters and pennants of his Little League teams...savoring the fact he was eating out this little boy's asshole and would soon be fucking the boy right here in the safety of the boy's own bedroom and under the boy's favorite childhood symbols. But Pops's eyes were mostly half-closed and unfocused as he continued to concentrate on the busy work his tongue was engaged in...as he worked and worried that tiny little spreading asshole ring...looking up to see the alabaster smoothness of Rusty's hairless back and watching the skinny boy's knobby shoulder blades poking out as his heavy breathing caused his back to heave up and down as he squirmed under his Daddy's deep tongue work...work that was going to open him up to even more fun adventures with his Daddy. And then Rusty pushed out another small gush of Richie's cum...a forceful squirt that gushed forth and appeared almost as if magically...surprising Pops at the volume of the pre-teen's load of sperm deposited in his younger brother's guts earlier...surprised having thought he had already evacuated the young boy's bowels if it's creamy load and sucked any final remnants of his loving brother's spent seed from Rusty's colon...damn this boy is full of surprises thought Pops as he watched the thin watery cum first splash and then ooze and drool forth from Rusty's relaxed winking ring...forcing Pops to go back in deeper and dig even more aggressively with his tongue and lips to suction and suck out what must now be the final remnants of Richie's load. And all the while Rusty's little rosy pinkish red butthole was performing for Daddy...winking and quivering and trembling for Pops, becoming receptive to the idea of being stretched even more, and being coaxed to really open up and bloom for the old pedophile, loosening under Pops's soothing kisses, stretching thumbs, and hungry burrowing tongue. Long licks and some hard sucking got the boy's attention and soon young Rusty jerked and jumped on the bed more than a few times "I NEED to PEE-eeee!"...whined the boy, waking Pops from his deep ass-eating reverie, hearing the boy moan and whine and beg into the pillow that he was eating as he endured the mans aggressive assplay. Rusty now had reached the painful point of absolute need to relieve his full morning bladder, reaching the point of excruciating need, but Pops wouldn't stop his butt-munching, holding the boy down and feasting on skinny little boy ass, keeping the boy pinned to the bed...and so Rusty's need for relief grew and grew until it becomes absolutely urgent...so urgent that he began to whine and squirm and thrash as he tried to hold it in, starting to beg Pops to stop and let him go to the the bathroom. But Pops just wouldn't stop as he sadistically munched away on the now blooming lips of the boy's asshole, enjoying Rusty's struggle as he reached underneath and began to manipulate the boy's tiny little cockhead and foreskin with his pinching fingers...causing Rusty to squirt a little pee onto Pops's fingertips before he painfully regained control and clamped his bladder to stop the flow...causing his asshole to also clamp down and grab at Pops's probing tongue. What a marvelous performing asshole thought Pops... Good boy! Oops...little Rusty had finally now reached the breaking point, unable to hold back any longer and now dribbling several drops and a small squirts of urine on Pops's fingers, wetting the man's fingers, hands and forearm in pungent boy-piss as Pops enjoyed his sadistic little game, enjoying forcing little Rusty to whine and squirm and thrash and clench his legs trying to hold back his flow...forcing the young boy to endure several more minutes of his pinching and manipulation of his leaky little boy-cock. Eventually Rusty became so insistent and in so much pain from the over-fullness of his small young bladder, needing to piss so badly that he jerked and twisted his hips quickly to the side and jerked his skinny little butt fully around, yanking Pops's thick tongue from its socket in the boy's now dilated rosy-red asshole...his growing desperation overcoming him and causing him to get up as he squirmed out from under Pops's weight. Standing up in the bed, Rusty now crossed his legs and danced around on the bed pushing down in his crotch trying to hold it in...in full on pee-pee dance mode for the man's enjoyment. Pops finally decided it was time to give the poor boy some relief and so he pulled the PJ bottoms down fully from his spindly legs and had the boy stand buck-naked from the waist down in front of him in the bed...the boy's needy little cocklet drooling and dripping pee fust in front of his fact. Pops took the opportunity to peel his shirt off because he guessed what came next might get a little wet and messy. "That's a good boy Rusty....", said Pops soothingly, "that's alright"...as he used one hand to pinch the tip of Rusty's little pee-pee and the other to run his big rough hand up the boy's flat smooth stomach, savoring the softness of boy tummy on his way up to pinch at the boy's small pink eraser tip nipples.. "Now let's take care of this urgent need of yours. Once I get your wiener in my mouth I want you to relax and let it go....let your pee flow and you can let it all go in my mouth so as not to spill a drop." "Eeeeewwww...", Rusty squealed as he tried to comprehend what Pops was suggesting to him. "...you WANT me to pee in your mouth?" "Yes son...that is absolutely what I want you to do." replied Pops as he smiled lovingly up at the boy to let him know he was serious and the request was not crazy but full of love and affection for the boy. "Well...I guess if that's what you want...but jeez I've gotta pee really bad Pops...like right NOW!", pleaded Rusty through a grimace as he danced on the balls of his feet trying to hold it in...but now starting to fail as the seal broke and several dribbles of boy pee fell from the small slit in the tip of of his tiny dick...dribbling and bouncing around with the boy's little cock and wetting the man's furry chest as Rusty danced on the bed and pushed on his groin clearly in a great deal of pain from trying and failing to hold it in. Pops was loving it as the boy dripped his uncontrollable bladder on his big furry chest, wetting the man's hairy chest with warm fragrant boy-pee. Rusty stepped forward to stand over a smiling Pops...who was now sitting with his back against the backboard on the bed, and then Pops leaned his face forward and took in a deep sniff at the boy's wet urine-soaked crotch, licking at the streaks and drips of boy-pee that was wetting the front of the boy's crotch. Rusty couldn't hold it any longer as he painfully started to dribble a small amount from his tortured pee-pee...with Rusty pushing down now on Pops head, trying to hold on as he still did the pee dance and decided he could no longer hold back...starting to leak pee out in small spurts and dribbles as a few squirts landed on Pops's face and bare chest, wetting his fur more and filling his nostrils with the strong pungent smell of little boy urine. Pops loved it! Good boy Rusty! Finally...after all that prolonged torture, Pops took the young boy's tiny little acorn shaped head of the boy's leaking little chapstick-sized dicklet between his fingers, as he pinched off the dribbling flow of urine and watched fascinated as the boy squirmed and shivered needing his relief...then finally opening his mouth, Pops engulfed the boy's straining penis into his mouth as it leaked and dribbled more of the tart boy-urine on his lips and tongue, tasting the saltiness goodness now fully. And because Rusty simply could not hold it any longer...Pops began to taste the salty tartness of boy-piss on his tongue as he told Rusty with a mouth full of boy-cock... "Let it son...let it go my sweet boy, give Daddy your piss-load". he told Rusty as the boy danced his final pee dance and settled into trying starting his flow and getting his release started from his tortured bladder. At that moment Pops reached his two big hands back around Rusty and latched onto the boy's smooth clenched buttcheeks, sneaking his big middle finger up into the boy's moist asscrack...seeking and finding the boy's slippery little dilated entrance...now moist with Pops's saliva and having gotten quite relaxed and loosened from Pops's aggressive asshole eating session from a few minutes ago. Pops slowly caressed the boy's loose puffy ring until he felt his own spit lubricate his fingertip and the boy's slippery little asshole ring. Rusty felt Pops's big man-finger toy with his itchy little asshole and pushed his hips forward while he pushed with his hands down on Pops head as he danced on his toes and concentrated on relaxing his bladder and getting his urine flow started...focusing hard on getting started after painfully holding back for so long...and then after a few dribbles of salty boy-pee on Pops's tongue...the young boy got a tentative stream started, and then a full force jet of piss started squirting from the tiny tip of Rusty's cute little boy-dick and right into the man's warm sucking mouth...finally thankful for the relief and the feeling of warm sensations spreading from his groin as he really began peeing in his Daddy's mouth for the first time...giving the boy a dopamine release in his brain and a feeling of power over his dominant Daddy that he did not expect...but one that he would come to crave. And then Rusty felt a pressure on the little ring muscle of his asshole...as Pops applied more pressure and then gave a big PUSH...spearing to young boy onto his long middle finger with little regard for the boy's readiness to accept it. For Pops the experience was like drinking from a tiny squirt gun...sucking on the boy's forceful little spray...sucking and drinking through the small boy-cock straw as the boy finally fully relaxed and let his flow go directly down the mature pedo sucking throat and into his belly. With a sigh and a big groan of great relief, Rusty now let go fully and began a full-on piss stream without any holding back...pissing a full stream right into Pops's warm sucking mouth and right down the old pedo's open throat...just as the old man dug his big fat middle finger deeper between the little boy's tightly clenched cheeks, pressing deeper as he stretched the poor boy from the inside and gave him a ride on his fat man-finger...pressing deep into the boy's drooling chute harder now, lodging himself deep up indide the boy's colon to finally give the boy what he wanted and needed by sliding his long fat finger right up Rusty's tightly clamped shit-chute, rubbing the poor boy's immature prostrate gland along the way and pushing his fat finger around as deep as possible into the boy's slick colon, feeling around for any slick remnant's of Richie's boy-seed load...and of course there wasn't any there because he had already sucked out all of his brother's cumfrom this morning quite some time ago. Maybe the little guy had some boy butter hiding up inside his warm guts thought Pops. And sure enough, what Pops did find as he rooted around inside the boy's warm guts was a small amount of greasy boy butter hiding deep inside the boy's colon...a greasy streak of fragrant lubrication for his long finger...giving Pops a smelly stinky finger to sniff and savor and taste later on. Good boy! Pops took his time as he drank Rusty's flavorful pee and rooted around inside the boy's warm tight quim...poking around in the boy's fiery hotbox, feeling the boy's gripping rectum as the rush of his urine flowed past his deeply embedded finger, feeling the boy from the inside as he relaxed his the tight muscles controlling his bladder and released his rectal sheath as he sat down to ride that big long Daddy finger all the way up his poop-chute as he emptied his needy bladder into Pops's mouth. Pops now had his long middle finger lodged deeply inside some of the finest 9-year old asshole Pops had ever sampled...and he was loving it. Rusty relaxed his little body and sat further down as he drained his urgent bladder down Pops's gullet, giving the old pedo a belly full of warm boy-piss. And then a warm comforting sensation enveloped as he realized he was giving both he and Pops wanted...satisfying a deep craving for both his Daddy's needs and for his need to serve his Daddy...a feeling that would stay with him the rest of his life. Without knowing or understanding it... Rusty became a piss-boy in that moment. As Rusty's stream subsided, Pops started to curl his finger and began a slow deep selfish fingering of the child's rectum. Soon Pops had suckled the final drops from the the boy's leaky boy-straw...and so started to coax the boy's tiny cocklet to stiffen up to full mast. Pops big mouth took in all the young boy's boy-bits as he opened wide and sucked from the boy's bald pubis, the small stiff boy-cock, and the small sack of immature testes...all going into Pops's big mouth to be suckled on...all the boy-bits at the same time. Now Rusty's urgency to pee was replaced by a sudden need to get his tingly dry-cum...and he once again signaled his needs to his Daddy with a whine and a whimper...begging his Daddy in a husky whisper... "Uunnnngggghhhh...oh please Daddeeeee...please make me cummmmm...please Daddy!"...whispered the young 9-year old...begging in a soft whiny voice...begging his Daddy with such urgent need and boy-want that Daddy now had no choice but to obey his boy and give the boy his shivery tingles. Pops decided he would make the boy cum through a combination of some deep prostate massaging and flicking his tongue and sucking on the boy's little acorn sized glans, starting out by sending a massage to the poor boy's tortured immature prostate gland, using a slow sawing and hard pressure to squeeze the nut sized gland with his rough finger...in and out...followed by several hard jabs...and then Pops began to mercilessly jam his long finger up inside the boy, feeling the boy's tight elastic ring snap around his fat knuckle each time he breached the boy's ring and pressed the boy's prostate flat. Good boy!...thought Pops each time he completed the cycle and buried his long finger deep up inside the boy's hotbox...pushing past the entrance to the boy's colon...that deep inner ring that is going to give so much pleasure to so many men in the future...giving the man's finger a wet kiss and a sucking feeling as he buried it...just like all those men will do pushing their cocks deep into the boy's hole, pushing through that tight muscular band and experiencing the sensation of a wet set of lips sucking on their bulbous cockheads as they give the boy a good rogering. Fuck...Pops needed to fuck this hot little fucker soon. Pops buried his nose in Rusty's smooth bald pubis as he suckled harder on Rusty's little nuts and boy-cock...pushing his boy butter streaked finger all the up as far as it could go and causing Rusty to dance and Rusty ride on the knuckles of his hand. And then....BAM! Rusty's tingles hit the young boy like a freight train. Pops felt the inner convulsion and tight restriction on his buried finger first...and then he felt Rusty tremble and convulse as the boy's legs wobbled and he had to hold the boy up so that his hard little cocklet wouldn't pull away from his suctioning mouth. "eeeeeiiiiiiyyyyyyeeeerhhhhh!!!!" shrieked Rusty as his boy-gasm took hold of him and wracked his little body with convulsions ands tremors... Pops let the boy lean forward over his shoulder...helped by a long Daddy finger railing up his skinny little bottom...and making sure he maintained contact with the boy's little dry-heaving dick. Pops then slowly tugged his long fat finger from Rusty's tiny asshole...savoring the boy's constricting grip as the obedient little boy gave a little post-orgasmic squeak and a shiver and then clenched his core and pushed out in an attempt to expel and shit out Pops's finger...pushing with his rectal muscles to shit Pops's finger out as the old man pulled on it first but then gave the boy a reaming push back in and a rough tugging but not pulling it fully out...savoring the tight constrictions and pulsing waves of the boy's rectum as the boy tried to shit his finger out...and then a tug and a pull on his finger from the boy's now moist and somewhat greasy hole...caressing and lovingly rubbing the boy's relaxed ring with the tip of his greasy smelly finger...a gentle caress and a light massage of the boy's sensitive distended ring...a touch that signaled to the boy that his Daddy would soon be returning to this wonderful sexy part of his beautiful boy soon enough....touching the boy and giving the boy's little asshole ring a promise he would be returning later with a fat Daddy cock in his hand and a wet leaking purple plum-sized cockhead that was going to be urgent and insistent with need, first kissing the boy's asslips...and then insistent in pressing forward until breaching the tightness of the boy's little ring to melt deeper inside the tight boy-muscle, expanding the ring to it's limit around the man's fat girth, stretching the boy-muscle until the boy's brain squirmed and he could then freely probe the warmth of the boy's inner depths as he slowly crawled up deeper inside the boy's colon...and then railing and nailing Rusty's skinny little ass to the bed. Good boy! Pops spread his large meaty legs wide and patted the bed between his legs...saying to Rusty as he sniffed deeply at the dank mustiness of his boy butter streaked finger... "Now son, be a good boy and come lie down on your tummy right here between Daddy's legs. Yes..jut like that son...", said the old pedo as he eased the small thin boy between his legs. "...it Daddy's turn to go pee-pee." To be continued... Next chapter - Little Rusty Gets His Fill E-mail to let me know what you think at maturetop4smoothbttmboys@proton.me