Date: Sat, 25 Apr 2020 19:49:38 +0000 From: darin_2b_naked Subject: Good Touch Bad Touch Mb(9) oral, anal gay/adult youth Usual disclaimers: this aint true, it's just totally gleaned from my imagination. Do not try this at home. Do not try this without adult supervision. Since it is a kiddy fuck story and I did not make money off it, it can't be copywrited, the same as any kiddy fuck story, and if it could, who is going to take any violations to court? So, copy and repost freely, as long as you don't change anything including the writers name. Side effects may be, but are not limited to, hemorrhoids, anal fissures, anal bleeding, erected penis, vaginal throbbing and/or discharge, anal throbbing, euphoria, moaning, heart palpatations, heart attack or death. The writer holds no responsibility for adverse effects. Read at your own risk. Not valid in UT, CA, WA. Good Touch, Bad Touch By Darin 2b Naked Story codes Mb(9) oral, anal. I am a state Child Therapist, I get the cases of children doing criminal things, being assholes to their parents, uncontrollable, physically abused, sexually abused, etc. They will come to me, sit in my office and tell me their little secrets that they won't tell anyone else. I will listen to them, ask them questions, etc. and determine if they are psychologically damaged or just little assholes who really need a good beating. I was getting a case today of a 9-year-old boy who was accused of "raping" him through the years. Now I realized not every accusation is really true, but the court wanted me to find out from the boy, since they did not want to put him on a witness stand and he was all they had to prosecute with. They said that they found the boy had a scarred over torn asshole, which could indicate rape over a long period. They said that they also found an account to a pedophile chatroom on the dark web and several hundred gigabytes of child porn on multiple external harddrives in his father's house, but. due to an illegal search, couldn't prosecute him for it. Now just looking at child porn doesn't make him a child rapist, hell, I look and jack off to child porn too, and while I love children, I don't rape children. Anyway, the court put his father's future into my hands and little Davy was to be brought to my office by a social worker in just a few minutes. My receptionist buzzed me to tell me that Davy and his social worker were in the waiting area. I told her to send the boy in and the social worker was to wait in the waiting room while I talked to him. A few seconds later my office door opened and little Davy was standing in the doorway. "Hello, Davy, shut the door and come have a seat." I told him He shut the door and started walking over to me. He was a little leery since he was in a new place. I try to make my office as less intimidating as possible, with open windows, bright colors, etc. Davy was a cute boy, 9 years old, dark hair and sharp features. He had that little boy look to him which I always loved. He was wearing a T-shirt with SpongeBob on it and blue shorts, white knee socks and sneakers. I noticed when he turned to shut the door, he had a very cute butt. He came over to my desk and sat in the chair, swinging his legs as he sat there waiting for me to say something. "Well, you must be David Williams, is that right?" I asked, he just nodded his head. "Do you like to be called David or Davy?" I asked him. In a quiet voice he said "Davy". "Ok, Davy it is. Do you know why you are here Davy?" I asked him as I sat forward in my chair. "Because they said my daddy did bad touch to me?" he asked. "Yes, Davy, that's right. So, you know the difference between bad touch and good touch?" I asked him. He nodded his head as he played with his fingers in his lap. I turned my nameplate to where he could see it, "Can you read this Davy?" I asked him He looked at it and nodded his head, "It say's Mr. Green...uhh..th..th.." "Sound it out Davy," said patiently as was having trouble with the word. He said, "The Rapist" then looked at me. I chuckled and said, "No, no, Davy, I know it might be spelled that way, but it says Therapist. Do you know what a therapist is?" I asked him. He shook his head. "A Therapist is someone that you can talk to about anything and everything. You can tell me your deepest, darkest secrets and I have to keep it a secret, by law. So, you can tell me everything and we can talk about it and I can answer questions if you have any, understand?" the boy nodded his head. "Davy, did your daddy do bad touch to you?" I asked. He shrugged his shoulders and said "I don't know". I stood up and walked from behind my desk, I walked over to the couch and sat down, "Davy, why don't you come over here and sit beside me on the couch, it's more comfortable than that ol chair." I said. He jumped off the chair and came over to me and sat beside me. I put my arm around his shoulder and pulled him close to me and held him. He was so soft and small, he smelled like a little boy. "Davy, I said, is it ok if I hold you like this, I don't want you to be scared, I want you to be comfortable. Now Davy, you say you don't know if your daddy did bad touch or good touch to you, but you say you know the difference between bad touch and good touch. That confuses me a little bit, can you explain what you and your daddy did together and maybe we can decide if it was bad touch or good touch, ok?" I said as I sat back on the couch, pulling him with me, my arms around him, my other hand on his thigh. His leg was skinny but soft and smooth as I rubbed his perfect skin. "What do you want me to tell you?" he asked in a soft voice. "Well, tell me what kind of private games you and your daddy would play, the kind of games that your daddy said were private and personal games." "Well..uhh...he would kiss me on the mouth and we would wrestle our tongues together for a long time. He would take my clothes off and rub my chest and belly. He would rub my butt and my butt hole. He would take his clothes off and have me play with his hard pee pee. He would have me suck on his hard pee pee and he would suck on mine. He would squirt his special milk into my mouth and tell me to drink it. Sometimes he would put his hard pee pee into my butthole and squirt the special milk in there." He said quietly. He was such a cute, sweet boy that I could not resist pulling him up on my lap and hug him to my chest as he talked to me. He cuddled right in, obviously enjoying the loving attention. "Ok, so out of all that, which of the things you did together was bad touch?" I asked him. He again just shrugged his shoulders. "So, you don't know what was bad touch?" I asked. He shook his head no as he lay his head on my chest. "Ok, Davy, how about we do this, lets play a game I call copycat. I'll be the copycat. I will copy one of the things your daddy did, and you can tell me if it is the same thing, then I will ask you if it is bad touch or good touch, ok?" He nodded his little head again. I leaned down and put my mouth to his, opening his mouth with my tongue. I found his tounge and we dualed, deeply kissing each other, my hand behind his head, holding him against my mouth. He tasted so sweet, so innocent, he kissed very passionately and I was loving the feel of his little mouth and tongue as we carressed each other's tongues. I would pull back and he would follow my tongue into my mouth where we would duel some more, before moving over into his mouth. This little guy was a fantastic kisser and he was getting my cock hard. We kissed each other for about 5 minutes before I broke the kiss and looked into his sweet eyes. We were both breathing heavilly, "Ok, now Davy, would you say that was bad touch or good touch?" I asked. He gave me a sweet smile and said, "Good touch" and leaned his head on my shoulder. I was beginning to love this boy, he was so cute and sweet and trusting, he just pulled at my heart. "Ok, Davy, lets do something else. You said that he would take your clothes off and his clothes off, right?" he nodded. "Ok, so let's do that." I said as I pulled his T-shirt over his head. He had a skinny little boy chest, his nipples much darker than the rest of his skin, his little ribs showing in his chest, but he wasn't too skinny, he was just a normal boy. I was surprised when he reached out and started unbuttoning my shirt. He got it unbuttoned, pulled it out of my pants and started pulling it off my arms. I helped him and when we got my shirt off, he put his little head against my chest and started nursing on my nipple. "Ohhh..." I groaned as his small lips wrapped around my tit and his little tongue started licking my nipple. I reached down and started lightly rubbing his little nipples with my fingers. I held his head against my tit to encourage him to continue to suck me. I just love having my nipples sucked, my cock was very had right now. He nursed on me for about 5 minutes, before I pulled him off and asked, breathlessly, "Ok, now was that good touch or bad touch?" "Good touch" he said smiling up at me again. "Ok, Davy, now let's take your pants off." I said as I reached down and unbuttoned his shorts. I put my fingers in the waistband and pushed both his shorts and SpongeBob underwear off at the same time. His little cocklet was standing straight up between his legs, thankfully he was cut and his purple head was shaped perfectly, so cute and wonderful. His little blue veins showing beneath the thin skin on his shaft. His little balls were tight up against the bottom of his hard cocklet. I leaned over and took off his shoes and socks, so he was sitting in my lap totally naked. He looked at my face and was smiling up at me as if he was proud to show off his little body for me. He then leaned over and stared undoing my belt, then unbuttoned and unzipped my pants. I picked him up and sat him on the couch as I stood and removed my pants and underwear, then kicked off my shoes and socks. I sat back down and pulled him back into my lap. My hard cock was against his hip, I pulled him to my chest again and started rubbing his smooth chest and belly as I looked at his hairless cocklet. I figured he must be sporting about 3 inches of prime hard boy meat. I moved my hand down to include his cocklet in the rubbing of his chest and belly. I would get his entire package in my hand and squeeze softly to feel him with the palm of my hand. He spread his legs, signalling his willingness to give me full access to his equipment. I fondled him and then started stroking his little meat from head to balls. I heard him sigh, as his head lay back against my chest, his eyes closed and he pushed his little cock into my hand. I leaned down and whispered into his ear as I continued to gently jack him off, "Now Davy, is this good touch or bad touch?" He was breathing heavilly through his open mouth, his little meat jumped in my fingers and he whispered "Ugnhhh...good touch..ohhh..." as his head lolled back and forth on my chest. My hard cock was leaking freely onto his hip as I continued to stroke this sweet piece of little boy meat. He felt so hard in my fingers but his little head was dark and spongy, his pee hole very clear and evident. I gently lay him on his back on the couch and continued with my jacking, fondling his chest and belly with my other hand. I slowly lowered my head and wrapped my lips around his hard-little shaft, as I stroked my own shaft. He lifted his head up in surprise as he felt his hard-little stick enter my warm moist mouth. I licked and sucked him, running my tongue around his crown, pushing my tongue into his pee hole, going down to suck his sack and balls into my mouth too. As I licked and sucked him, he was moaning from deep in his throat, his head swinging back and forth on the couch cushion. I worked his package over with my tongue for about 10 minutes, when I heard him utter a "Ugh..ughh.." and push his hips into my face, trying to get his cocklet even deeper into my mouth. I knew he wasn't going to last much longer and I didn't want to bring him off with my mouth, so I pulled off his package and said "Ok, Davy, tell me, good touch or bad touch" He pushed his hips up and held out his arms signaling he wanted back into my mouth, he groaned out "goood...touch..." as he pumped his hips in the air, his hard little cocklet throbbing with his heartbeat. I couldn't stand it any longer, my cock was rock hard and ready for action. My stroking it had brought me to the edge of an orgasm and I didn't want to waste my seed outside of his hole. I reached under the couch and got a small bottle of lube that I keep there for just such an occasion. "Ok, Davy, now we are going to copy what your daddy does to you, lift your legs up sweetie. He smiled and lifted his legs in the air and spread them apart as far as he could, he knew what was coming. His little puckered hole was visible and I got down to examine it, I could see that it looked very tight, but there was a very small little hole right in the center, maybe ¼ inch in diameter. His pucker was dark, but clean, little creases running from the open hole outwards in a star pattern. I smelled, and while there was just the very slightest hint of shit smell, it was overpowered by the sweat of a little boy, he smelled wonderful and my cock jumped. I touched my tongue to his hole and I heard him gasp loudly. He tasted delicious as I feasted on his little pussy for a few minutes, much to the pleasure of both of us. I decided I had to have that hole now or I was going to explode all over the couch. I put some lube on his hole and gently worked it around and inside, going deep into his hole with my finger. Then I lubed my hard cock, put the lid back on the lube throwing the bottle on the floor and took my cock in my fist, aiming at his little crinkled pussy. "Ok, Davy, was all that good touch or bad touch?" I asked him trying to steady my breathing. "Ohh...goood touch...for sure..goood touch.." he moaned as he tried to push his ass in the air. "Ok, so now we are going to do what your daddy did and see what that is like." I told him as I wrapped my arms around his little thighs and pushed my cock into his hole. When he felt me trying to gain entry, he pushed his asshole out, allowing me easy access into his depths. I pushed slowly but steadilly, him continuing to push out, helping me get inside him. He was certainly trained right by his father, he knew just exactly how to get a man's cock into his boy pussy. I pushed steady until my balls touched his ass cheeks, I was in to the limit, all 7 inches of hard man meat. When I bottomed out, I asked "Does that feel ok Davy?" He nodded his head, "Doesn't hurt you does it baby?" I asked, again he shook his head. He had his eyes closed, breathing quickly through his mouth, a contented smile on his face. "I pulled back a little then pushed back in. His pussy felt so good wrapped around my cock, so soft and warm, like fucking soft butter. I continued to saw in and out of his pussy, taking longer strokes and pushing hard when I bottomed out. It had been a long time since I had any boy pussy and I knew I wasn't going to last long, it felt too good, and I was already too close. With his feet now on my chest, I reached forward and took his little stick between my thumb and finger and started to jack him off as I fucked his little asshole. He was groaning and mumbling incoherent words as he climbed closer and closer to his boy cum. I was on the edge myself but was trying to hold out so that we could cum together. I stroked him faster and suddenly I felt him tense up. He stopped moaning and his stomach clenched, his head coming off the sofa, his mouth open in a silent scream. This whole scene was too much for me and I felt the familiar tingle in the head of my cock signalling I was about to cum. I felt his cocklet expand in my fingers, then felt his asshole squeeze my cock tightly. As my cock expanded with my approaching cum, I felt the familiar throbbing in his hard stick, and the rhythmic squeezing of his pussy. His head fell back to the couch and he groaned "UNGHHHH...UHH...UHHH...UHH.." as each wave of his boygasm bounced his little torso on the couch. I felt the cum shoot up through my cock and out my cumhole as I sunk my big meat deep into his hole and held it there, injecting my sperm as deep as possible into his guts. "UHGHHHNNGHHHH..." I whispered loudly as I unloaded into him, I felt 5 spurts of man juice enter him as I continued to jack his hard meat. I felt my own prostate throb 10 times before the convulsions were over. The little boy was groaning softly, his head lolling from side to side, drool running out the corner of his mouth. I slowly lay down on top of him, pulling him into me and holding him tight as we both lay there enjoying the afterglow of our orgasms. After about 5 minutes, my cock went soft and slithered out of his hole like a snake, flopping to the cushion of the couch. I whispered into his ear, still too weak to sit up, "Ok Davy, was that good or bad touch?" He opened his eyes and put his arms around my neck holding me tightly and smiled into my eyes. "That was GREAT touch." He said sweetly before kissing me. I pulled a cum towel from beneath the couch and sat up. I cleaned his hole of all the cum leaking out of it, wiped the puddle on the couch, then cleaned my own shriveled cock of all traces of my seed. When he wasn't leaking anymore, I put Davy's clothes back on him, and then dressed myself. After we were dressed, he was sitting on the couch, smiling up at me. I hugged him tight and said "Ok, Davy, I get an idea of what you and your daddy did together. Now you go back out to the social worker in the waiting room. Oh, and remember, our talk in here is very private. I am a counselor and neither I nor you can speak about what goes on in here, if we do, we would get in real bad legal trouble, and your daddy would certainly go to jail forever. Ok, you don't say anything to anyone?" He gave me a sweet smile, reached up and hugged my neck and gave me a kiss, "No sir, I won't say anything to anyone." Then walked to the door. I followed him out and told the social worker that I couldn't say anything to him but I would have to give my report to the DA and his lawyer, who was to meet with me in 2 hours here in my office. I went back into my office to dictate my report of what I found and what my determination was. 2 hours later, my secretary buzzed again to advise me that the district attorney, the defense attorney and Mr. Williams, David's father, were in the waiting room. I told her to send them in. They entered and closed the door; I was behind my desk and told them to have a seat. Mr Williams sat on the couch (near the wet spot). I told them that I talked to and examined Davy closely, he told me about his father and about the things they did together, I told them that in my opinion, Mr. Williams, did nothing to Davy that he, nor I would consider "bad touch". That the things Davy told me were totally consistent and in keeping with a son and father who loved each other very much and were very close. As they stood to leave, I told them that in my opinion, no charges were necessary nor appropriate in this case. I shook their hands as they headed for the door. "Oh, Mr. Williams" I said, calling him back over. "I would like to see you and your son back here in a couple of weeks for a followup visit and to see how things are getting along." I said. I leaned closer, gave him a wink and whispered "Your welcome." He gave me a big smile and said, "We'll be here." As they all exited the room. I buzzed my secretary and told her to send in the next patient. As I waited for the next patient to come in, I looked at the name plate on my desk and remembered Davy pronouncing it `The Rapist'. I chuckled and said to myself "Huh, I guess he was right after all." Comments, accolades, dirty thoughts, etc. are welcome at darin_2b_naked@protonmail.com