Date: Mon, 14 Nov 2005 21:48:19 +0000 (GMT)
From: Peter Wilson <henleypark70@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Doctors Son Chapter 1

I had just finished loading my weekly groceries into my small station wagon
when the young boy came up to me.

"Please take me home," he requested.

I looked at him. He was probably about eleven or twelve, very pretty
looking as most boys of that age are, and spoke with an educated accent.

He opened the passenger door, immediately hopped in, locked his seat belt
into place and fell asleep.

Now I was in a quandary. What do I do with such a beautiful boy, when I
knew in my mind what I would love to do with such a perfect delivery?

After closing the wagon hatch and got into the driver's seat, I looked
across at the boy in the fading evening light and smiled. He really was
just so beautiful.

His face was almost square with a pert little almost upturning nose,
reasonably prominent lips, topped with a bunch of light brown curls. His
legs, peeking from his short school grey trousers, were showing the
beginnings of development. I noted his knee high grey school socks, and
polished black regulation school shoes.

His school jacket had a crest on the left side pocket. It was a crest I was
unfamiliar with, as I prided myself on knowing all the local boys' schools'
badges, having examined them at close quarters many times over the past
five years of boy action.

Then my eyes dropped to the upper portion of his body and his tie was neat,
but where his jacket fell open it appeared that he had well developed
nipples as his right one was making a significant impression against his
clean white school shirt.

Then my eyes traveled to the part of boys I enjoy examining, and I was
surprised by the large, almost massive bulge in his groin. It was totally
disproportionate to a boy of his age.

Temptation got the better of me and I brushed my hand over it and was
surprised to feel what told me was a large cock and it was not soft. It
wasn't rock hard but it was not flaccid either. But it was much bigger than
a boy his age should sport.

"Yes daddy", the boy mumbled as I touched his groin. "Oh, yes please
daddy. Yes, daddy".

I started the car after surveying the car park for perhaps another car of
the same make as mine, but could see none in the immediate vicinity. The
boy now had his legs spread open, so my hand continued to caress his large
cock as I made my way carefully to my small town house. I activated the
automatic door and drove in as the garage light came on. The boy was out to
it completely.

Hurriedly I carried my groceries into the kitchen, and put then in the
refrigerator and cupboards as necessary. Then I went back for the boy.

I spoke gently to him, but he made no answer, so I carefully opened the
passenger door and gently lifted him into my arms. I carried him with some
difficulty to my spare bedroom, which was my "pleasure room" and lay him on
the large king sized bed. The boy didn't stir.

With great boy loving feeling I removed his shoes and socks and noted his
beautiful feet and almost manicured toes and nails. They were small and
delicate.

Then I carefully removed his school blazer, hanging it over the coat rack
that had seen many school jackets. After checking out all his pockets for
any form of identification but finding nothing I loosened his tie. After
raising his head I removed it and placed it with the jacket. Then I ran my
hands over his little chest. My fingers stopped at his right nipple. I
could feel something hard. I touched the left nipple and it was the same,
so I quickly unbuttoned his shirt to see what my mind told me was not the
norm for a boy his age.

Both nipples were pierced with fine gold rings. What was surprising was how
well developed the nipples were, as I had noted from experience with boys
this age that there was generally little, if any, development in that chest
area of a boy.

My hands, warm and with feeling now explored all over his chest and tummy
and he murmured softly, "Oh daddy that is so nice".

I now observed that bulbous groin area and I excitedly undid his belt and
slid the zip of his grey trousers down. To my surprise he wore no
underpants. I lifted his legs and quickly removed his short trousers.

My eyes almost popped out of my head as I observed the delight awaiting me.

There, now gaining in stiffness was a man sized cock. It was circumcised
and now as the exposed head moved up the totally hairless flat tummy,
gaining in size, I estimated that it had to be at least six, even seven
inches in length. Also it was very thick, and the prominent cock head was
much larger than the beautiful shaft.

Below it was a sack, also totally hairless, containing very large, in fact
massive mature male testicles.

I just had to record this for posterity, so grabbed my camera and took a
film set of pictures. I knew there would be more to take so loaded a second
roll, noting that I would have to get some more rolls.

I bent over and let my tongue savoir the taste of boy cock and again the
little boy voice encouraged me.

"Oh yes daddy, please do that more. Please, please, more, more".

The accent was definitely from a cultured well educated boy, the type I
liked, not the rough gutter boy sluts who knew what men wanted from them
and openly offered it, for a price. The boy stirred as I endeavoured to
swallow all his cock, spreading his thin hairless legs.

My fingers played with his balls and then slipped slowly under to find that
delight of my life, his little rosebud. Without any pressure my finger
slipped into him, his muscles relaxed and, I felt, already lubricated for
entry. Now the boy raised his legs, inviting better entry to his little
tube.

It was obvious he was no virgin, as a second and then a third finger, slid
inside. I tickled the walls and the legs bounced and the mouth let out a
really high pitched gurgle.

"Yes daddy. I am ready. Please fill me with your juice. Yes, I am
waiting. Yes daddy, now please."

The invitation was too much. I quickly shed all my clothes, and lay on the
bed with the willing boy. His cock was now pulsing, raising itself
voluntarily from his tummy and slapping back down again. It was a delight
to watch but that opening pulsing arse hole was of greater delight.

I had broken in many young boys over the years and my cock had grown a
craving for boy arse, and now I was not going to deny it another
opportunity.

My hard, leaking seven inches radared in on the welcoming muscles and soon
the head found the opening. I quickly attempted an entry, but despite the
obvious lube, more was needed. I opened the side table draw and found the
tube and quickly applied a glob to both the hole and my cock. This time
there was ample lube and I moaned as my head broached the tube opening.

"Yes daddy. Fill me, please fill me," came my instructions from this tiny
boy.

I naturally obeyed and soon I was fully encompassed inside this young
beauty. I rested as I reached bottom, my trimmed pubic hairs touching the
smooth ivory cream bottom. Now I commenced that rhythm of fucking and I
watched with delight as the boy's head rocked from side to side with each
of my plunges.

"Oh yes daddy, yes, yes. Oh, you make me feel so wonderful daddy, oh yes,
oh yes," and this continued as if urging me on to new fucking heights. I
bent my head down and touched my lips to his, trying to steady his face and
as soon as I made contact the little tongue forked out to greet me and we
locked lips, with a passion I had never felt from a boy this age.

Now his legs started to bounce and he wrapped them tightly around me as I
drove myself to the climax of all delights. Then I could hold back no
longer and with a series of hard, ramming pushes I let my man juice
flow. It was like a machine gun firing spurt after spurt. Then to my
amazement, the boy bucked under me and out of his large cock head spurted a
massive flow of boy juice. It wasn't just a dribble as most pre teen
hairless boys delivered. This was a series of full-on, mature male gushes
that spurted onto the boy's heavenly face, chest and tummy.

I bent down and commenced cleaning this nectar of youth from the boy, who
now lost all his fight and vigor as he slumped into post climax relaxation.

My cock remained inside him, refusing to deflate after such a wonderful
fuck.

Gently I rolled over and my cock slipped out bringing with it a trail of
cum.

The boy now brought his arm over me and cuddled me and nestled his head
onto my chest. He was fast asleep.

I washed my cock and dressed as I knew I just had to purchase more film for
the camera. After taking another roll of photos, I left the sleeping boy,
taking some insurance by removing his clothing and locking the bedroom
door.

Carefully I drove back down to the town shopping area, parked and purchased
the film. Ten rolls would be enough for the night.

As I made my way back to my station wagon a man approached me. He asked if
I had seen a young boy wandering around the shopping area. I looked at the
man. He was handsome and well dressed and his speaking voice was cultured
and obviously well educated.

I shook my head in denial, and then found voice to say a no. Then I asked
for more details and the man looked at me with one of those looks that boy
lovers know to give each other.

We chatted for a few minutes and he described the boy. It was the boy now
in my bed, but I wasn't about to announce that as I wasn't sure if the man
would appreciate finding his son naked in my "pleasure room", his small
arse still flowing with my cum.

He gave me his telephone number and name, so I asked the boy's name and was
delighted to be told it was Tristan, one of my favourite names for a lovely
boy.


We shook hands and I knew we would meet again, soon.


Chapter 2 will follow. Please email if you have any comments or
suggestions.

My email is henleypark70@yahoo.co.uk