Date: Thu, 20 Mar 2014 00:37:40 -0700 (PDT)
From: Goodson Formom <goodsonformom@ymail.com>
Subject: I Was a Boy 3

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This story is entirely fictional. It contains descriptions of sexual
interactions between a preteen boy and adult male. The author does not
condone or promote sexual activity with underage individuals or
children. All similarities with any human alive or dead is pure
coincidence, as this is a work of fiction

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I Was A Boy.....Teasing Me


I kept saying it, "Ooohhhhhh.......yeah Daddy......finger fuck me
Daddy......please let me cum Daddy" , over and over again. I needed it so
bad. I needed to feel the cum rise up and squirt out of my cock. Daddy's
finger was slipping in and out, tickling that special place that made my
cock feel like it was buzzing. My legs pulled all the way back, totally
exposed and open to him, "Oh I like you like this little boy.....so at my
mercy....you wanna cum really bad don't you.....don't you wanna", my Daddy
teased me.

Then his finger pulled out and I was empty. I felt a void, I needed to be
filled, I was desperate like never before in my life. I never felt like
this before, not even when another mature man had me suck his cock, and
left me on my knees with his cum dripping from my lips, did I feel like
this. He was looking up at me, his head so close to me as he stuck his
tongue and licked my smooth boy balls. "I love your hairless body little
boy......you look so young and innocent you know.......appearing far
younger than you are", he said as he licked my balls again. I arched my
back and sighed, as he took one of my balls in his mouth and swirled his
tongue around it, them doing the other one the same way. His finger
returned to my tight rear hole, as he pushed all the way in, as he
continued to suck my balls, nibbling on the loose skin around them, pulling
it with his lips. The pulling caused my cock to bob and slap against my
flat smooth tummy. leaving little pools of pre-cum. I was in heaven.

I looked at the ceiling and saw a mirror above me, the two of us, Daddy and
his little boy playing naughty sex games. "Oooooooooo.......yes.......OH
yeah... Please keep pulling on my balls......feeeeeeelsssss so
good......FUCK!", I said as he held my ball skin tight, pulling my cock at
an angle from my body. "Mmmmm.....I like that Daddy, I said in a very
flirtatious way. I could feel my face redden and become warm as I blushed,
"and I love your finger in me Daddy." The thought, I'm calling him Daddy,
have I become so comfortable in his bed, his arms; am I just easy, a
naughty slut and cock whore like he called me. I didn't even know his name

"I love it when you call me Daddy.....it makes me feel
so.....important.....powerful," he said with a slight grin. I looked up in
our reflection and saw my face. Then his ass as it was clenching, and
relaxing. He was pressing his smooth cock against the bed. I wanted to see
his cock, to fondle the hardness, lick the tip, taste his cum. I again
thought, I am his willing cock whore? The thought made my cock pulse.

"You like older guys....don't you?" he asked. I nodded. "You been with any
before?" he continued. I knew he was intrigued, hungry to know more. I
nodded gain, I bit my lower lip anticipating his next question. "How
many....may I ask?" I nodded again.  "A few times.....with a couple of
them." I responded as he continued to nibble on the loose skin covering my
boy balls. He closed his eyes and nuzzled his nose under them inhaling my
boy musk, so close to my tight rear hole, my cock pulsed again. I felt it
ooze more sweet boy pre-cum. His tongue lashed out at my hole. Warm
sensations and wetness circled my butt hole and under my balls. It felt
delicious and naughty. I loved older gay men, and how they knew how to
please. "Mmmmm.....you smell amazing......and you taste incredible," he
moaned. I looked up and saw our reflection in the mirror, his hips grinding
into the bed, as his head turned and pushed into my open legs. I put my
hands on the back of his head guiding him, as I pulled my legs back as far
as I could, I needed his tongue in my tight little hole. "Yes....Please
Daddy".....I said as I looked at him with hungry eyes.

He raised up and stared at me, eyes penetrating and dark, grinning he said,
"You've been a really good boy," as he leaned down and took me in his
mouth. My cock was leaking and hard, ready to explode, fully in his mouth
as he took it all. He showed no loving gentleness, he was as hungry for my
boy cum as I was to give him my sweet juice. I held his head as I raised up
and fucked his mouth. His finger was probing my hole. I wanted so badly to
cum as he touched that place, and I was holding on, gripping the sheets
with both hands as head bobbed up and down on my hard cock. Then as his
finger pounded into my tight hole, curving and just touching it, tickling
that glorious spot, "OH DADDY!......OH....OH....Mmmmmmm." I was in bliss. I
felt it, the throb. the buzz, and then the the lease. I squirted my sweet
boy cum down his throat as he sucked me, draining me of all my built up
desires. "Ohhhhhh.....Ohhhhh.....Yes......Ohhhhhh........Mmmmmm....Please
fuck my ass Daddy.....deeper......your finger.....touch it....rub
it.....PLEASE!.....suck me....more"

I felt exhausted and drained. My legs were sore from being held back so
long, and finally after hours of being denied a cum, he made love to my
cock, pleasuring me as he promised. I had no Idea of how long I had been at
his house. I wondered if my mother was worried and had sent out calls
inquiring about my where a bouts. I was concerned, but not compelled to
dwell on it. I wasn't in a rush to leave this naughty older man.

"Did you enjoy that little boy," he asked. I nodded and smiled. I let my
legs fall flat on the bed as I reached back with my arms stretching,
arching my back as he slipped his hands under me. Crawling up to my face,
he kissed me softly, his tongue lingering on my lips. I could taste my own
cum. "Mmmmmm....I like tasting me on you," I said.

He laid over me like that for a moment, looking at me and pondering
something. I hoped he would want me to come back. I wanted him to want
me. I felt his cock stirring between my thighs, pressing against my balls
. He was such a tease and knew exactly how to push me, guide me, bring to
that point where I would do anything, anything to please him. It scared me