Date: Thu, 27 Jan 2005 14:53:10 -0800 (PST) From: Alera Subject: Giving in... Chapter 2 Author's Note: Well, the first one kind of sucked. Description was lack luster. Not much happened and things played out a lot faster than I expected. The bath scene was supposed to be a no sexual encounter scene that just charged our main character more. Oh well. At least there were no orgasms. I suppose this will drive Garry nuts. Put him through a lot of toil. I dunno if this chapter will have any sexually charged events. Garry might very well feel too scared about what he has already done to keep pushing. Then again, depending on how the "talk" goes, things might get a bit more romantic. I don't know, and neither do you. So, lets see how this turned out. At the time I wrote this, FYI, the first chapter just got posted about an hour ago on the archives. So, if anyone submitted any ideas, they may not happen until chapter three or four. Also... I am thinking about turning this into a full-fledged interactive story, where I write whatever you guys want to happen to this little couple. So start sending in ideas for chapters, or things you just want to see in a single chapter. If you want to see a creative twist in the plot, don't be afraid to tell me about it. I will credit anyone who gives me an idea to write about. So, get those ideas in! ... And now to the story... It was about 7:00 o'clock. Rob and I had gathered together around the table with cheap Chinese food steaming out of the white, folding cartons. We feasted on carbs and sodium. Maybe there was a little food in there too. Rob didn't seem to mind. I never did. We conducted small talk as if the entire bathroom situation didn't happen. My mind wasn't with the conversation, but Rob kept talking. What was I thinking? I took advantage of a seven year old boy. A boy I knew. A boy whose mother trusted me. And there I was, groping his ass and playing with his penis. It wasn't even disguised. Rob didn't seem bothered on the outside, but what if he went home to his mother and told him how I bathed him with wandering hands? Can anyone say "jail"? I used to pride myself on my will power. Looks like that was some false pride. Now what was I going to do? Rob was going to be there indefinately. He would want me to bathe him. I would see him naked. I couldn't just shy away. It might hurt his feelings. But I can't just let myself take advantage of him. Was Rob a curse or a blessing? Either way, I needed to have a talk with him about the bathroom. Soon. But be cool, I thought. If he ended up thinking there was something wrong, he might blame himself. I didn't want that to happen. It was my fault, not his. I was an idiot. I ate my food slowly, taking a relaxing breath each time. During my little monologue of the mind, Rob had continued describing his last soccer game in detail. I hadn't been paying much attention, but I knew how to nod my head and make it look like I was interested. "... When Scotty took a shot at the goal and he suckered it in! I was on D though, so I didn't get any real action. If I had been in scotty's place, I know I could have gotten it in a good five seconds earlier. That was the end of the game. I didn't even get to score a goal..." he ended, looking up at me. "Well, how many people from the other team did you foul up?" I asked, swallowing a small peice of shrimp. "Lots. But you can't get goals that way." "But what if you weren't there for two of those goals to be stopped. Then you team would have lost." "Umm..." "So maybe you were more important than thos guys who scored goals..." "I guess so..." I grinned. Rob looked up at me, giving some beautifully innocent, but contented look. Its has always been hard to describe the looks on the face of a lover. I don't really know why. But, for me, he already fit the label of a "love", at the very least. Small talk continued for the most part. School came up several times and his teacher, Mr. Reinburg, sounded like an interesting person. From what little detailed explanation I could actually get about his demeanor, he sounded like someone who took the job for more than the paycheck, if you catch me. Plenty of child sex hunters take jobs like that to be near kids in the hope of hooking one easily. Or, at least, that is what I have heard. I have never met one, though. I tried to forget the bathroom scene for a moment. Dessert was to be expected if you had a kid over. It made the rest of the dinner worth while. I never gave up dessert myself. Guess what, America? I am not fat either. Hah! Anyway... Dessert would be a classic. Apple pie and vanilla ice cream. I baked it last night from the frozen foods aisle. I have only had one slice. This was going to be amusing. Last night, I learned that this pie barely had a bottom to it. It really wasn't pie at all. If you tried to get it out of the pie pan, it was more like a pile of apples and crust. It still tasted like it, though. It was more fun that way, I guess. "Dessert, I called, jumping up from the table. Rob followed suit, nearly climbing over the table to find whatever it was I went for. I practically lept to the counter, with Rob racing behind me. His head peered across the counter towards the round object, wrapped in tin foil. I held up my finger, dramatic like. "Before we gorge on the pie that is in this foil..." I started, watching his eyes light up. I used to do that when people offered me pie too... "You must understand something. This is not your average pie. This pie is messier and more fun than any other pie in the entire world. I have some ice cream to go along with it, to make it even messier. So, of course, we will use our fingers in eating it!" I declared, a grin spreading across my face. Rob, with his hair still wet from the bath, seemed awe struck. That was probably something his mom did not let him do. I doubt any parent in their right mind would do this, I thought. Bah, that is what being an uncle, grandparent, or next-door neighbor guy is all about, right? All fun and no responsibility! Thank God for plastic table covers, by the way. This night was messy. We stuffed our faces with pie and there wasn't a fork in sight. Each plate had a pile of crust, apples, and sauces, each topped like a mountain with a nice covering of snowy-white vanilla ice cream. Bite after bite we ate. And after each bite, we both had a new battle scar of some sort. Ice cream slashed across our faces and apple pie sauce drenching our hands, we leaned back in our chairs next to each other, full as can be. Rob's head turned as if he was in heaven. "Hey..." he said, grinning wickedly. "Hey..." I replied, stuffed. "You got apple stuff on your face," he said. "No I don't..." I replied, looking at him strangely. He looked at his hand and slapped me playfully on the cheek, smearing it on my face. "Yes you do!" he declared, giggling. "Oh yeah?" I asked. "Yeah!" he said, obviously challenging my power. I stood up and put my hands onto my place, covering them with a mixture of chilly cream and sauces and, before he could stop me, I put both of my hands on his face, one on each cheek. And slowly dragged them down his face, which was so clean only a half an hour ago. He closed his eyes and shuddered as the gel-like substance began to drip. "Eww!" he yelled. "That's what I thought!" I replied. He started to wipe it off, but I reached over, swiped one finger across his apple-stained face and brought it to my mouth. "You taste like apple pie." "No I don't! Its your fault!" "Its my fault you taste like apple pie?" "Its your fault cause you put it on my face!" "Maybe I should clean it off then?" "Maybe you should!" Rob said, trying to match my tone. "Come here, then!" I said, like a mother would. He scoffed at me, but approached none the less. I took my index finger and ran it down the side of his face and put it in my mouth. I did this twice more and sighed. "You know what? This is going to take forever. Let me speed this up a little bit." Without a second to spare, I grabbed his head and slapped my tongue right onto his cheek. He shrieked out in giggles his head was held still. I dragged my tongue across his face, picking up all of the melted ice cream and apple sauce. He couldn't stop giggling. I ran under his shuddering chin and up the other side. I licked my way down his nose and planted a kiss on its tip. I continued my passage and slicked all the way around his mouth, then pulled away. I really just wanted to open his mouth and "clean up on the inside too", but I feared that I might spook him out. I grinned, licking my lips. "There. Better?" I asked, almost in a daze. My cock was soft, but if this licking kept up, that would change soon. Rob was still laughing, wiping the saliva from his face. It was the sort of laugh that you could get addicted to. Like morphine. Just keep getting it in as big of doses as you can and pump it right up. Ugh... "Yeah," he barely made out. "That tickled!" I was clean shaven, but I suppose it might tickle. I have never had an adult man lick my face before. I thought he might offer to do the same for me, but he didn't. Oh well. Can't hope for everything, right? I brought the both of us over to the sink and wiped his face clean and a few spots he got on his little pj top. Again, I thought, I wish his bottom got stained or something. We cleaned off the table together. We really should have just skipped using plates altogether. About as much pie stayed on the plate as ended up on the table. We wiped it clean and Rob took care of the plates by himself. He said his mom always told him to do that. Good kid, I thought. He seemed to like playing with the sprayer thing on the sink a little too much, but what harm could that be? Water dried. He loaded the dishes into the dish washer to find me walking off of the living room. He chased after me, as Rob usually did. I was seated on the couch by the time he made it into the room, his arms flailing about and calling for me to wait for him. In a rush, he flung himself over the back of the couch and into the spot next to me. "That was pretty good..." "I do it whenever mom isn't home," he explained. I sighed. It had to happen. Right now. Before we went any further. The bathroom scene was bad as it was and the licking of his face didn't help things. We had to talk. There was no way around it. I would kill myself in over analyzing every little thing I did around Rob if we didn't. "Hey rob..." I said, very seriously. "We need to have a little talk..." Rob looked up at me, his eyes suddenly afriad and sorrowful. "I am sorry..." he started, but I cut him off. "Its nothing you did," My head dropped. "...huh?" "Its hard to me to talk to you about this. So just stick with me on this, ok?" "Umm... Ok?" he said, seemingly rather confused. How lucky kids are. They can be precocious and frivolous and free and never feel any shame for it. They don't even know how quickly society will take that away from them... "I like you. I like you a lot. I like you more than anyone else I have ever met, Rob. More than my mom or my dad. More than my sisters and more than your mom. You are on the top of my list of people... But there's more than one reason for it. I want you to know them. You are my best friend, Rob. That's the first reason. But there is one more. I like your... body... Rob..." "My body?" he asked, confused. "You know the bath, just a little while ago?" "Yeah..." "Remember when I was playing with your... Uhh... penis?" "You mean wee-wee?" I sighed. "Yes. Your wee-wee." He nodded. "Well, I did that because I like you, a lot." "Oh... Ok. I like you too!" Great... I don't think he is catching on, I thought. "Hold on there. This is a special kind of like. Rob... Do you know about sex?" "Umm... Isn't that when a girl lays on a guy and they kiss with their tongues and stuff?" Closer than I thought he would be... "Close. That's something that some people do when they have sex. Before we continue with this, I want you to know that this is all a secret, ok? You can't tell anyone. Not your mom, not your friends, not anybody. Its just between us, ok?" Rob stared at me for a few seconds, then nodded. "Ok. Sex actually has to do with the pe- err... I mean wee-wee, and the vagina." "What's that?" "What? The vagina?" "Yeah." "Oh..." I stuttered. I really didn't want to talk to him about this. "You know were your wee-wee is, right?" He nodded. "Well, girls don't have them. They have something else. They have skin that seperates there. There is a little hole inside where they pee from and stuff." "Oh... ok," he said, accepting everything I said as truth. "Now... you don't have to have a girl and a boy, either. Two guys can have sex, and so can too girls." Another nod from his beautiful, almost dry head. "Sex is something special, and so is your wee-wee. You can use them to make yourself and other people feel very good. Its for people who love each other. I love you, Rob. But you have to love me back if we want to have sex. And it has to be the biggest secret ever. Everyone thinks that sex between big person like and someone small like you is bad. If anyone found out, we could get in big trouble. They could take me away." Rob looked scared, as if it was going to happen any second. "But... why?" "They just don't understand it, Rob. But, if you want to, we can have sex and be together if you don't tell anyone. I love you, Rob. But its totally up to you. I don't want you to just do whatever I want. I want you to do what you want and I don't want to do anything you don't want to do. Ok?" He nodded, still concerned. "How do you have sex?" he asked. The naivete was something I could drown in. I just wish I wasn't about to shatter it. "There are lots of ways. Most of it involves our wee-wees. We can rub our wee-wees with our hands or with each other, like I did in the bath. We can kiss and suck on each other's wee-wees. We can also play with our butts, but that takes practice. And we play with each other's body and things like that." "Oh... Playing in the bathtub was nice. I like that. I think its ok," he responded. His logic seemed like music to my ears. It felt like a burden was lifted off of me. I still wondered if Robert understood exactly what was going on, but he seemed all for it. I had thrown away my celibacy. Gone in the wind forever was my determination never to touch a child. I finally found a dream come true. He was everything I could have hoped to find. He was perfect. And he had been right under my nose for the last four years of my life. How could I possibly have missed it? "I am going to teach you a few things while you are here about sex. That way, sex can be fun." Rob grinned. "Ok." I suppose fun was the operative word! "I want to teach you one thing right now, ok? That way we can do it all of the time." "What's that?" he asked, cocking his head to one side. "Kissing," I replied. He looked at me funny. "Kissing? I know how to kiss." He stuck his lips out and smacked them in the air. "That's different. That's for kissing your mom. People who are in love kiss differently." "How do they kiss?" "They kiss..." I started, pulling him close to me," By putting their lips on each other's mouths. Then they open their mouths and their tongues go into each other's mouths." "That's really weird..." he said, unsure about it. "Do you want to try it, or is that gross?" I asked, now unsure myself. "I'll try it..." he said. "Alright. Just let me lead and follow along. You will get the hang of it." I budged him onto my lap, settling his rear end right on top of my crotch, now getting hard quickly. I leaned down to his face and put one hand behind his head. My lips touched his silky lips. Slowly, I opened them by sliding my tongue through and into his sweet mouth. His tongue was instantly hesitant, but I slid mine around his and he just started to go with it. My tongue slid across the tips of his teeth and to tasting his tongue. I slowly started to close my mouth, opening it again, and closing it smaller, until our lips were closed and I pulled away. I let my hand fall behind him and sat up straight. His eyes had been closed. Good sign. "How was that?" "That was nice..." he muttered. "It felt nice..." "Good. That is how we show our affection for each other. But only when we are alone together. Its our special kiss, ok?" He nodded. I nodded back and poked him in the nose. "Whenever you want, we can kiss. Whenever you feel sexy, you can kiss to get us going. Or you can put your hand on me and rub my leg, or something else like that, ok? I will do the same thing. Then we can play with each other and do sex stuff, ok?" Rob nodded with a smile on his face. "Alright. Now... we can watch a movie... Oh... By the way... When we do stuff like that, we gotta make sure all the windows are covered. If people see us, we could get in trouble. I will keep the shades drawn most of the time, though." "Right!" Rob said, saluting me. I chuckled. "Lets see... A movie... What do you want to watch?" "Umm..." Rob jumped off of the couch and joined me in front of my collection of dvds and VHS. He pulled out an old, recording VHS. "What is this one?" I took it and glanced over the unreadable scrawl that was my hand writing. "The Wizard of Oz..." I said. "You ever see that movie?" "No... What's it about?" "Well, you will just have to find out! Everybody should see the Wizard of Oz!" He shrugged and returned to the couch as I plugged in my old vhs player. I slipped it in and turned the tv on. I hadn't watched it in ages. "Its old, but its good." I pressed play and walked over to the couch. "That's my spot!" I declared. "Not anymore!" he said, his infamous wicked grin sliding across his face. "Oh yeah?" "Yeah!" "Well, then. I guess I will just have to take it back with force!" I grabbed him by the waist and he screamed in laughter. I swung him through the air, placed my rear end in his seat, and placed him right on my lap. He stopped squirming and settled into my body immediately. I was rock hard and my penis was lined up with his crack. I sighed. What could be better? A beautiful little boy laying across my body in tight little pajamas who thinks sexual contact is a good idea! Did I die? I thought. After the tornado thing, he fell into the movie. Meanwhile, I fell into him. He was so relaxed. My hand was on his tummy, rubbing it. I could feel it shift from the food I had fed him. He seemed to be in a daze, his eyes locked on the movie. My hand slid lower until it reached the edge of his pajama shirt. My hand rubbed there for a few seconds before sliding on to his pajama bottoms. I wasn't going to go there quite yet. Instead, I rode upwards, under his shirt and caressed his bare belly. His body was as smooth as silk. Wonderful. I felt like I could melt right in to it. I moved up some to his pecks. His nipples were something I had yet to play with. My hand fell across it and my thumb and middle finger rubbed around it. Rob was breathing in a more pronounced way now. He was liking it. I massaged his pecks and paid special attention to his little nipples, which were a little hard by now. The movie was coming to a close as my hand started to turn back southward. When the credits began to roll, Rob looked up at me and stretched his head up a bit. I brought mine down and our lips touched. His body was limp on mine as our mouths opened up and we began to kiss. My other hand, which had been at my side, moved up to the inside of his thigh. Our tongues and my hands worked on together, keeping a beat to this music to my ear. I moved my right hand up to his crotch and felt his little penis, just starting to stiffen up from the feelings I was giving him. I rubbed around in a circle across his cloth-covered private area, encouraging his little penis to stand up. Rob moaned in my mouth and pushed his hips forward to my touch. He left his body limp, just enjoying the sensations that ran rampant across his body. On the contrary, I kept moving to provide them. We broke our kiss for a second, only to begin again. My hand slid under the cover of his pjs and caressed his penis through one less layer of clothing. I could move his penis around through his little undies. I manipulated his tiny balls and his little rod while the power rangers on his undies watched. If I were them, I would be envious, I thought. Another thought came to mind. It was late. But I really didn't want to stop. There was a solution for this. I broke the kiss and my hands left their stations on his body. He looked confused. "Why did..." "Bed time," I said with a smile. "No fair! You got me all excited! I don't want to go to bed!" "This isn't the kind of bed time you are used to, my dear," I replied quickly. "Huh?" "Remember when I told you about sex stuff?" "Yeah..." "Well, bed is where most of the sex stuff happens..." "Oh... Ok. Bed time it is!" What a way to get kids to go to bed on time, I thought. I was sure it wouldn't be hard to tire a kid out if they were screwing around before bed. And besides, there was only one bed in the house. I wasn't going to throw the poor kid on the couch. Out of all of the things that happened tonight, him sleeping with me was the only thing I planned on. And not even like this! I scooped him up into my arms as I stood up and laid another, quick kiss on his lips. He kissed back. He was a quick learner. Rob grinned at me with his pearly whites and I smiled back, lovingly. I carried him down the hall and pushed my bedroom door open. The room itself was clean enough. A simple off-white with several peices of furniture. Very ordinary. The bed was the center of attention though. King sized. I hated small beds, even if I lived alone. Thank God I had one now! I laid the gorgeous, eager boy onto my bed and stepped back. "Aren't you getting on the bed?" Rob asked. "Of course, but I am not getting into bed dressed for work!" I told him. With that, I yanked off the long sleeve shirt I was wearing and dropped it on the floor. I undid my hip-hugging jeans and slid them off. I wore boxers, so my hard-on was quite obviously tenting in the middle. Rob stared between my legs as the plaid material fell off. I had a good sized, average penis. Nothing special about it. I wasn't a fan of pubic hair, but it grew back so fast I stopped shaving. Instead, I just neatly trimmed it. It was somewhere around seven inches, perhaps? I never kept an accurate account on penis size. It was never size. It was always quality. "Wow..." Rob muttered, looking at it. "Mine isn't that big." "I know its not. But it will be. when you grow up." "Oh... Hair too?" "Yep." Rob nodded, as if making a mental note about what will happen to him a good five years from now. I crawled onto the bed next to him, my penis throbbing. I laid my lips onto his and we began to kiss once more. I rolled onto my side as I began to push up his pj top. We broke our kiss just long enough for the top to slide past his face and off completely. I tossed it to the side. My hands returned to his chest, sliding across the smooth skin I had become familiar with. His hands went to my penis, which was barely in his reach. I took a gasping breath as his tiny hands wrapped around it, but continued to liplock my boy. My hands wrapped around his tiny body and began to slide up and down his bare back. I felt each rivet, each bend, and each bone in his back before crossing to the pajama bottoms. He was slowly jacking my cock, which drove me insane. I hadn't gotten off all day and he had been constantly teasing me. Now I didn't want it to end. I stemmed off my orgasm, which was something I learned from masturbating. I could stop myself if I hadn't finished reading a story or something. Our heads seperated and I rolled on top of my bare chested angel. He giggled as I kissed his noses, his lips, and his chin. I slid down his neck and he sighed. My tongue flashed across one of the smoothest surfaces on his body. I tickled his adam's apple before sliding down to one of his nipples. I wrapped my lips around it and began to lick the tip. His breathing was faster and my head moved along with it. Meanwhile, my hands slid across his sides and around, keeping his entire torso electric with signals of pleasure. I kissed my way down his cute belly, still with a bit of baby fat present, but not much. He had no defined muscles, but he wasn't chubby. He was the perfect meridian. I reached his belly button and my tongue darted into the little hole. He giggled and waved his arms around. But my job was not yet complete. I grinned wickedly, like he did, and took hold of his waist band. Slowly, but surely, his tight little pj bottoms were pulled away from his body until they were gone. I was at the end of the bed, so i took his foot. I popped his big toe into my mouth, caressing the small, muscular appendage. He giggled some more and I released. I tasted his calf and thigh. His penis and balls were next in line, but I wanted them last. I decided to see how receptive he was to something else. Right before I reached his balls, my hands went underneath him and I lifted his butt into the air. I slid my head underneath him and placed him back down. I supported him with one hand while I pulled his milky buttcheeks apart. My tongue snaked out and ran its way inbetween the two fleshy globes, passing over his little pucker hole along the way. He gasped and cooed. I returned my tongue and stopped at the magical ring. It was clean from the bath. I let my tongue worm at his hole. My angel responded by breathing audibly. The flavor was sweet as could be to me. I pushed slightly, letting the very tip nestle into the tight flesh, and then return to the outside. He was quite tight. It would be a while before his little hole was ready for anything as thick as I was without excrutiating pain. But even getting him ready would be pleasurable. I lifted him up slightly. As my head travelled back around, I feasted on the skin in between his scrotum and his buttcheeks until I found his family jewels. They were beautiful. Completely hairless and tightly packed towards his body. My mouth engulfed his scrotum. I stretched it out a tiny bit with my tongue and lips. It began to settle in to the heat of my mouth and hang a tiny bit lower. I played with his little grapes, rolling them around in my warm mouth. He was moaning in pleasure and breathing heavily. If he liked that, I thought, he will love this. I opened my mouth further and took in his hard little stiffie. No more than two inches in length. He gasped out in exstasy as I slowly blew this entire genitals. He bucked up against my face and his hands instinctively went down behind my head to keep me there. I didn't intend on moving. One of my fingers went up and under him. I reached inbetween his cheeks and began to massage his little sphincter. He bucked harder against both places. His legs were squirming. His toes were straining. His arms were trying to force me onto his crotch. They didn't need to. His breath became ragged and his body quivered suddenly. He cried out as he thrusted his hips into my as strong as he could. I continued my head movements, rolling my tongue around his shuddering cocklet and ball sack. Finally, he stopped and was gasping for air. I freed his penis and balls and my hand slid from under his limp body. His hands and legs were spread out on the ruffled sheets as he panted. I laid next to him, my own cock poking him. "You taste sweeter than anything else..." I muttered to him. He just stared at me, still deep in the afterglow. "That... was awesome..." "That's why sex is special, baby..." He just nodded in reply. It took him a good twenty seconds in my arms before he recovered. His cock softened some. Mine didn't however, and Rob decided to take care of it. He took hold of it once more and began to jack it off. His hands were as smooth as baby powder as he carressed my throbbing tool. I began to moan as he worked it with all his might. Waves of electricity shocked my body as this kindergartener pumped me for all he was worth. I wanted to shove his face into it, but that would come later. "Oh... God..." I muttered as such foreign things pleasured me better than I ever knew hands could. He did it just the right way and I didn't even teach him that. He was good. Perhaps he was paying attention in the bath tub... My thoughts were interrupted by the feeling of my sperm, stirring in my balls and preparing for a lift off unlike any other. The pressure built up. My mind went blank. The only thing in my world was that boy, his hands, and me. Only the sensations. Only this. I couldn't hold it in any more. My penis took over. I lost control. My cock erupted like Pompeii. Euphoria rocked my body as jet after jet of sperm was launched into the air and fell close by. Rob's eyes went wide, but I could barely notice. I cried out, just like Rob did. The next thing I knew, Rob had sperm on his hands and was examining it. I was sweating up a storm. My cock was softening. His was still half way stiff and in a sitting position. "That... was awesome..." I said. "That's why sex is special, baby..." Rob replied, giggling. I realized that I copied him. A match made on earth, but meant for heaven? A good idea. I looked at my naked lover. "What is this?" he asked, pointing to the salty mix of cells on his hands. "Its called sperm. Its also called semen, jizm, and cum." "What's it for?" "When you have sex with women, you use it to help her make a baby. When its sex with us, it can be used to make things slick or you can eat it." "Eat it?" "Yep. Its salty, but it isn't too bad. You can try it if you want. I already have." He looked at it questioningly. "You don't have to eat it if you don't want to. But you can." "Ok..." he sniffed it for a second. His little tongue, that sweet tasting tongue, slid out and tapped the gelotinous blob on his hand. Then he did it again, but he lapped a bit up. He closed his mouth and looked up, as if trying it. He looked like he was examining a fine wine. "Well?" "Its nice. Not fantastic, but it is ok..." He opened his mouth and took in the rest of the cum that dripped on his hands. I was surprised. I thought it would be something that he would have found disgusting. More and more miracles, right? When he finished, I wiped a finger across my abdomen, getting a launched glob and I held my finger out to him. He opened his little orifice and I stuck my finger in there. He locked his lips around my finger and sucked. He wiped it with his tongue too. This kid might give good blow jobs, I thought, if I taught him. I got up from bed, leaving my lover behind. "Where are you going?" he asked. "I just gotta wipe the sweat off of me. You are just too good at sex for me," I said, winking to him. Rob beamed. Moments later, I was back in bed with my lover. "Time to go to sleep now," I told him. "Fine..." he said, somewhat dejected. I leaned forward and put my lips to his. He opened up immediately and we french kissed for a few seconds. I could taste my own cum in his mouth. "We will have plenty of time for fun later, my darling. But you have school tomorrow. You take morning kindergarten and I want you in on time." He started to get up to put on his clothes. For the first night, I let him. I put on his undies, his pants, and his shirt. As much as I loved him and our bodies were not new to each other, I didn't want to end up doing things with him in the morning while his school bus went by. I knew I would if he was available. "Remember... Our little secret..." Rob nodded, still grinning. I laid him under the covers of my bed and climbed in myself. I curled in and wrapped one of my arms around his small body. He snuggled in against my chest, and we fell asleep. Author's ending notes: Well, this turned into a much longer peice than I expected. I had a request to take it slow by someone. I hope I fulfilled their request. And a bed scene did occur. I had two people request a second bath scene with them in the bath together. Although this scene will not be as innocent as the person expected, I will definately have a second one, probably in the next chapter. I will tell you guys this now. I probably will only have one full blown sex scene per chapter, and it will be at the end. Chapters will basically be divided by sex scene, so you won't miss anything and you will always know where to find it if you don't feel like reading the whole thing. I understand some people don't and I really don't care who reads it all the way through or not. After all, this site's primary reason for existence is to get people off, yes? So, I think my writing improved some in chapter two. I also opened up a possibility that I am considering. I actually have two open. Although my character is off from work, young dancer boys in tight material are cute too. Also, I mentioned Rob's teacher and how my character thought he might be working as a little kid teacher for more than just a paycheck. This may be something to think about as well. So, with your recommendations, consider ideas involving these topics, although I don't want you to limit yourself to them. They are simply open possibilities that I didn't want you to miss picking up on. Again, the writing was vague in a few parts. But I think there is a reason for that. I think I am writing vaguely so that everyone can add in what they want to their visual ideas. For example, if your mind thinks that hot pink is a sexy color, then perhaps some of the walls of the house are such. Same thing with Jeff, our main character. I don't describe him. You make that up. I don't describe a lot about Rob either. I threw in a few generic things, but you can imagine what you want. I don't know if I mentioned whether or not Rob was circumsized. I might have in the first one. But I don't mention it, so you can dream it how you want it. The story is all about you guys and making your fantasies, so take it as you want it. Of course, recommendations, comments, and/or questions can be emailed to alerataivar@yahoo.com. Again, I will remind people to please not write lude subjects for the email subject line. Please write the name of the story and chapter you are commenting on, or "hi" or "your story". A lot of people watch me check my email from time to time. I don't want to be the next pervert in town. So no subjects like "Make the kiddie cum more!" or something. I really don't want to be hunted down by an angry mob. Thanks. I hope the story put you through some sort of arousal or whatever you wanted it to do for you. If it didn't, email me and tell me what will. -Have a nice day/night!