Date: Sun, 17 Mar 2019 17:30:02 +0000 From: encolpius1@protonmail.com Subject: Pajamas PAJAMAS By Encolpius DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction. It is intended as a fantasy. It does not describe actual persons or events and any similarities to actual persons or events is purely conincidental. Compliments, complaints, comments to encolpius1@protonmail.com Please remember to donate to Nifty. A tax deduction to keep the stroke going. I told Kristi on the phone it wouldn't work. So, I don't know why she showed up on my doorstep with luggage. And a kid. A boy. Young. Like 10. Cute. She and I went to school together. I know the kid's father. He was a jock and he didn't love Kristi, just banged her and then when she didn't get an abortion, walked away. His family had money and I guess she gets some for him. I had forgotten kid's name. He is adorable, though. His hair is dyed bright blue and is medium long, falling all over his face and he has earring. He is short and lean and all straight angles, the way boys ought to be. I work at a decent job in property management, which is why I live where I do. Kristi has a lot of baggage, emotionally. A lot. More than I need. And the kid. I didn't let her. "It won't work" "Why not?" she asked. "I don't have the room" "Rory can sleep on the couch" "That's not the problem. I don't want to party as much as you do" I said "Dave, we are coming in. It's cold and we have no where to go" I stand firm at the door. "I can't and you know why" And that's the rub. She knows why. I have a pretty good life right now. A decent job but they don't know about the past. They don't know a pretty dark secret but she does. And she can make my life difficult and, while we go way back and I love her in a way, she sometimes makes rash decisions that she regrets after the damage is done. So, she is someone I fear. She pushes past me and the kid, Rory, follows her. "They didn't make the case, did they? You're not on some registry are you?" "No" I admit. I was able to get off. I had called a lawyer first and that had helped and by dumb luck and the kid being a lying flake and a lot of things I had gotten off. "I'm not on the registry" "Then you're just helping a friend out until she can get on her feet" she said. It wasn't that simple. For one thing, Rory did actually have to sleep on the couch. I had two bedrooms and that meant he slept on the couch. And Kristi, despite swearing that her party days were mostly over proved that her party days mostly weren't over. So that meant I got to spend a lot of time with Rory. I do the cooking mostly and I help him with homework for the 5th grade and we hang out. And I like the kid. He was bright and funny and energetic and I liked him. Not sexually but as a person. Sexually. Sexually too. But I kept my hands off. I tried keeping my eyes to myself. I don't want to go to jail and I don't want Kristi having power over me. That's what I told myself. Lock the door, watch porn, jack off. Fantasize if I have to. Don't touch the kid. That's the main thing: don't touch the kid. And it was fine as long as it was cool. The rest of the winter and into the spring. It worked. He wore pajamas, Spiderman or the Flash. Now, he looked cute in them, I admit, and there was a sexual component to even that but pajamas were clearly better. When it got warm, he slept with the top off. And went around shirt less. And more skin was not good. Well, it was, of course. Big brown nipples. He's lost his baby fat, I think. He doesn't have that slightly pooched out tummy, longer than wide, that boys can have even when they are active and lean. Then soon, he is running around in boxers. Then I see him naked. Just a glimpse. Just for a second. His crotch is much paler than his legs and torso. No hair of course. Soft, his dick isn't even as long as my pinkie but it is perfectly formed over a pair of relatively low hanging balls. Goddamn. It was just for a second. But that image was seared in my mind. He turned, not ashamed but like he forgot something in the bathroom, and I got to see that fine firm ass, the one that I have admired in his tight fitting little pajama bottoms for months now. Fuck. I jacked off that night to that image in my brain, my dick hard as a rock, throbbing and I cranked out one fine load and it felt great. Seeing that kid naked sent me into a spiral of lust so bad. I thought I could whack it away and go on but the kid is fine. So Kristi knows my history and she ought to be doing something. Rory is her kid. She ought to be protecting him. But she isn't. Then I see him again naked, sprinting from the bathroom to get some clothes. And then he strips off for bed in front of me. Changes clothes. Then he comes in while I am peeing, needing to pee too. I talked to Kristi and told her it was time for her to find her own place. "You don't like having us around?" "It's not that ..." I said "Rory loves you" "I love him" I said and then caught myself. "It's just time. It was supposed to be temporary and it's been more than 4 months" "Okay" she said. "I'll start looking" She didn't, of course. She went to work and went out partying and I stayed home, me and Rory. And he wants to roughhouse and crawl up in my lap and he is getting less and less shy about running around naked. And I am jacking off more and more thinking about him and it's killing me. I don't have the discipline to resist. Finally, I had enough. "The kid is going to have to wear clothes" I said to Kristi in the kitchen as she made a peanut butter sandwich. "If he doesn't you can't expect me to hold off forever." She put the butter knife down. "So what Dave? The kid is queer. So what if he learns about dick now or later? What the fuck difference does it make? As long as he is doing what he wants to do and you aren't forcing him, I don't give a fuck. He enjoys it and you enjoy it, more power to you" I was dumbdounded, of course. She is telling a boy lover to go love her boy. I could barely respond. But one part of my body could. It felt alive, tingling and full, all electric. My dick knew. She went out and it was me and Rory. Dinner, homework, video games, the usual. "Hey, you maybe want to sleep in my bed tonight with me?" I asked him His face lit up. "Yeah, Davey. That would be cool!" "Why don't you wear your Spiderman pajamas. Just the pants. You don't have to wear underwear" "Okay" he answered, non-chalent, as if that request wasn't bizarre or strange. I deposit his small form in my bed and we distribute the pillows and say good night but I have other intentions. I reach and tickle him. He giggles and I pull back. Then another. Another. He reaches over and tickles me. Then a tickle fight. Then we roll around a little, me in boxer briefs and him in his PJ's, which drape his little unit and wrap tight around his firm little butt in such a sexy way. "You gotta stiffie, Davey" he said, reaching out for my cock as I am hovering over him in our roll around fight. "You do too" I say as he puts his hand on my cock, just for a second. "You can touch it if you want. I don't mind" "Mom says you like little boys. You like me?" "I like you a lot" I say. "Can I touch your stiffie" He hikes up and pulls down his PJ"s to his knees, now laying there naked and hard, his little cock pointing straight up to his chin, a perfect little miniature dick sticking up from his undersized balls, all perfectly hairless wtih perfect supple skin. Proud and unashamed. I put my hand over his hardness. He giggles and pushes my hand away. "Nooo" he said "Why not?" He laughs again and grabs his dick and points it at me and makes the sound of gunfire in my direction. He looks insanely cute as he does it. I laugh a little and he laughs a lot. "Let me see yours" he says I pull down my shorts, my dick flopping out hard. Hard and stiff. "That's big" Rory said I nod. "It's because I'm grown up" "Yeah, I know" he says, cross about it, me treating him like a little kid. "I know. You've done puberty. But you like little kids like me" "Yeah" I say "My mom says you want to do sex things with me" "I do, Rory. I really, really do" "Okay" he says, stretching out and putting his hands behind his head. I get between his legs and ply them apart, getting a good look at his midsection. Honestly, everything on a boy this age is actually proportioned corectly. Smaller than adult but he is just smaller than an adult overall and everything is the right sized. Nice little balls, a hairless taint, a perfect dick in miniature. I nuzzle up to his crotch, sweet smelling and no musk at all, put his balls in my mouth. "That tickles" he says giggling. When I don't come off, he playfully swats me on the head. Then I put his whole unit in my mouth, sucking and licking with my tongue. He grunts, a guttural call. Involuntary. It feels good. "Suck my dick" he said, laughing. I reach up to rub his lean, skinny body. His torso, his thin chest as I suck it down there. He bucks his hips, trying to get his stiff little dick to my lips as he laughs. It is big joke. I open up and he bounces up, nothing but net, and then i close my mouth around it. I use my tongue to stroke it in my mouth as I suck. 'Uhhh" he grunts softly. "Ummmm" It feels good to him. Of course it does. He moans as I work it. I come off and gobble up his balls and he moans some more. Back to the dick, stroking my own hard on as I do. I mean I am hard too. I've wanted this boy for a long time and I now I have him down and I get to enjoy him, pleasure him, have him. I worked on his little dick and he squirmed underneath me. I rubbed on his hairless taint, massaging his undersized prostate from the outside, desperately wanting to put a finger up in there, put a dick up in there. But you have to go slow. Build toward it. "You want to suck mine?" I ask "Mmmmmm. Uh uh" he answered, grabbing his cock and pointing it at me. "Do that again." "And if I do, what will you do?" He laughed. "Can I touch it?" "Absolutely" I said, scooting up so he can get to it. He grabbed it and stroked. "It's hard" I nod and let him play and explore. This is his first time. He can set the pace. There will be more. He stroked it gently and then more firmly and then really hard, hard enough to be unpleasant so I stopped him. "Sorry" he mumbled. I just nodded and let him go back at it. Then he reached over and licked it, the top side down to the tip and then giggled wildly. But, he licked again, the underside, his rough tongue against my sensitive cock. He put the head of it in and sucked on it like a baby sucking a bottle. Just the head, no more. He figured out that his tongue was supposed to do soemthing, so he flicked at the head and swirled it around, which felt good. He was still hard as a rock as he did it and I could admire this lean and bony body. I let him play, explore, lick and scuk and stroke and he was fascinated and, I think, turned on in a little boy way. He tugged at my balls and laughed when he said that I stank down there but then he made an exagerated sniff to fully get my musk,. And he stayed hard the whole time. I so badly wanted him too. "Get over me, Rory, and stick it in my mouth" I said. "Face fuck me" "You said fuck" he laughed. "That's a really dirty word." "Yeah, it is" "Fuck, fuck, fuck. I'm going to fuck you Davey" "Okay" Supine, I lay there, one hand on my dick as Rory straddled my face, his miniature but angry and hard dick was in my face. He bucks toward me and I keep my mouth shut, playing the game. "Open up!" he says, laughing and pushing himself toward me. I won't taunt him, not when I want it. He shoves it toward me and I capture it with my mouth. "AHhhh!" Rory says I let him face fuck. He understands movement -- I guess it is instinctual -- but he is too young to really move with fluid grace and rhythm. Everything is herky-jerky, little boy like. Sexy like. But he likes it. He moans and he grunts and he isn't laughing anymore. It feels too good. I don't know how much he has rubbed on it, not much I imagine, and this is a new feeling. An exciting feeling but deeply pleasurable. He had no real idea. But he is learning and enjoying it as he does. There is more moaning, little grunts. I reach down and stroke myself as his whole body fairly covers my visual field, his tight little sexy boy body, his beautiful hard dick sliding between my lips, my tongue flicking on the head of it. "Uhhhh" he lets it escape. His whole body is tense. He is face fucking me faster. He wants it more. He is so close, so close. He keeps going, greedy, wanting it. Face fucking me, his muscles all tight. Faster and faster. Then he falls off of me, onto the bed, laughing uproariously. He came. A dry orgasm. Too cool. I masturbate to finish off. Rory watches with rapt attention. He smiles as I do it and then is surprised when I shoot a big glob of cum. He thinks that is the coolest thing ever. He puts back on his pajama bottoms and sleeps next to me, all cuddled up. I like the feel of him in my arms, his breathing, so even and unlabored, his small body tucked into mine. In the morning light, he is up with a start, rushing out and excited. Kristi is in the kitchen making coffee, bed head and looking the worse for wear. I stumble out behind him. Rory, still in the Spiderman pants, has a morning erection tenting the front. "Did you have a good time?" Kristi asked him Rory nods excitedly. "I'm going to sleep with Davey every night" "Maybe he can help you out with that before school" He grinned broadly. "Yeah, come on, Davey. You need to help me out" Kristi texted me later to say that she would be looking to move on soon now that Rory's situation was worked out. I think that is the best arrangement too. I can help her. She only needs a one bedroom, of course.