Date: Mon, 9 May 2016 05:21:28 +0100 (BST)
From: Kit Rudo <kitrudo@tutamail.com>
Subject: Please Uncle A- Part 2

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       +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

       PLEASE UNCLE A - PART 2
       By Kit Rudo
       ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

The boy panted against my chest, buried in my embrace. As I came back down from
climactic bliss, he was still recovering from the labour of swallowing my cock
and being fed a big load of cum. I pressed my lips against his damp hair. His
matted curls smelled worthy of the workout and anticipation I had just put him
through. After so much teasing, stalling, and self-fulfillment, I had in my
arms a boy who had been on the brink of getting his cummy of the day for the
past hour.

But I wasn't neglecting him. He'd get his tingles soon enough and it would be
the most spectacular tingles of his young life, if I had any say in it.

Luckily for Dennie, I had more than just a say in it. I had complete control
over it. I was the Executive Director of it.

I hugged him tighter against me and could feel his hurried heartbeat. As it
resonated through his lithe chest, in contrast to my louder, deeper throbs,
Dennie's sounded almost like that of a foetus in an ultrasound.

As he regained his composure, he looked around, taking in his surroundings.
Checked back in after being made to tune out. He bent down, diligently took my
softening cock in his hand and proceeded to clean me with his tongue. He licked
up my shaft, wriggled his tongue into my pubes, and finally took my head
between his lips and nursed the last few drops of cum out of my slit.

"Uuhhh, Dennie."

Even those little licks sent shivers down my spine and I could feel myself
hardening again, so soon after my recent ejaculation.

When he decided he'd done a good enough job, he looked up at me, licking his
lips. He actually smacked his lips, swallowed and let out this soft, almost
melodic, and definitely unintentional sigh of satisfaction. It was unlike
Dennie to purposely voice his emotions. But he did so without thinking all the
time, when the feelings got too intense to keep to himself, or when he thought
he was keeping a lid on them, but wasn't. Or when he had his guard down, as was
currently the case.

Over time, Dennie went from swallowing my cum when I fed it to him, to doing it
out of curiosity, to doing it out of habit, and, I guess, he's reached a point
where he actively seeks and craves it now.

I used my thumb to collect whatever had dribbled down onto his chin and out of
his nose and fed it back to him. I pushed my thumb between his lips and rubbed
my ejaculate onto his porcelain white teeth.

"Look at you going back for more," I commended gently, a euphoric smile on my
face as my thumb stroked his cheek. "You like the taste of my cum, don't you?
You adorable little cum puppy."

I poked the tip of his nose with my index finger.

He blushed and looked down, a shy smile spreading across his face, aimed at no-
one in particular.

"Well done, baby." I picked up his chin. "Ohh, you made your Uncle A feel so
good, Dennie. I love you so much, sweet baby."

He buried himself in my arms again and whispered sweetly against my chest, "I
love you too, Uncle A."

I focused on the pure joy brought about by something as simple as a hug, and
was reminded of the first time I actually, properly held Dennie in my arms.
Oddly enough, the circumstances of that hug were most unusual, and, along with
the events directly preceding it, a much more important landmark in our
relationship.

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++


It was the second time Dennie and I ever spent time together, just the two of
us. The first had been two days prior when I had taken him to a baseball game.
This time, Cheryl had plans to go out and had asked me to babysit the day
before after hearing raving reviews from both of us about how well our time
together had gone. When I got there, she looked worried and told me she thought
Aiden was coming down with something. She was having second thoughts about
going out but I told her I'd look after him and reassured her he'd be just
fine.

"Well... I won't be too far, anyway. Just call me if there's anything at all,
ok?"

"Go. Enjoy your evening. We'll be alright, promise."

"Ok. Dennie's forehead felt pretty warm, could you take his temperature? Oh,
and, uh..." She paused as though having just had an awkward realization. "Thing
is, he... sort of has trouble swallowing pills or holding a thermometer in his
mouth. Uh, so, I take his temperature rectally."

There was some stirring in my pants. Lots of stirring. Oh, the bomb she had
just dropped on me.

"And if it's over 100, he'll need an ACET suppository..."

Holy Mary, Mother of God.

"I hope that's not asking too much of you?" She seemed almost embarrassed,
definitely apologetic.

"Not at all, babe." Oh, no. Not too much. Not at all.

"Thanks. I hope he doesn't get too uncomfortable with you."

"I'll try to be real gentle." Yes. Very gentle. Easy does it. As long as it
takes.

"OK, well, the thermometer and suppositories and Vaseline are in the bathroom,
over the sink." Oh, God, even the mention of Vaseline caused a stir. It wasn't
unexpected but somehow the fact that I was to use the official sponsor of
lubricated little boy bottoms really pushed my buttons. "Should be behind the
Band-Aids. Promise you'll call if there's anything."

I promised. She left. I took several deep breaths and downed a glass of water.
Finally, I headed to the bathroom. As expected, I found all three promised
items behind a box of Band-Aids. I grabbed the Vaseline and set it down by the
sink. Then I reached for the plastic case with a red cap. Inside it was a glass
thermometer. Its shaft was half an inch in diameter, which bottlenecked into a
skinny, inch-and-a-quarter-long insertable stem and metal bulb. My erection was
steadily growing inside my pants. I set down the thermometer and reached for
the yellow and orange box labelled ACET. There was a cartoonish drawing of a
baby bee, bearing an awful resemblance to Winnie the Pooh, wearing a black and
yellow diaper sleeping on its tummy, on top of the 'E' and 'T', one leg
stretched back, the other dangling down.

"ACET 325 mg
ACETAMINOPHEN SUPPOSITORIES USP"

"FOR RELIEF OF PAIN
AND FEVER IN CHILDREN"

"12 SUPPOSITORIESS
for rectal use only"

(Well, if you insist.)

"4 to 12 years"

I had to readjust my ever-growing boner. Don't you just love that, in the eyes
of science, a 4-year-old and a 12-year-old are essentially the same, at least
in terms of their bodies' ability to rectally absorb 325 mg of medicine?

I stood there thinking about how these items were intended for Dennie's bottom.
And I was about to put them there, at his mother's request. In a few minutes, I
would have his bottom bared, and I would be fully concentrated on feeding these
things into his anus.

I had been enthralled by the boy since I first laid eyes on him. He had quickly
become the subject of my plentiful fantasies, and his bottom was a headliner in
almost all of them. However, I had never imagined that such a situation would
ever actually happen.

I uncapped the container of Vaseline, got the thermometer out, and stuck the
tip in the petroleum jelly, noting that there were a couple of thermometer-
shaped holes across the surface already. I then took an individually wrapped
suppository out of its box and realized I didn't quite know what to do with it.
After a quick Google search on my phone and a trip to some kids' health site, I
headed to Dennie's room, Vaseline-anchored thermometer in one hand, and
suppository and alcohol swabs in the other.

I knocked gently and entered the room. It was pretty dark, but I could see
Dennie lying in bed facing away from me. I walked around the bed and set the
items down on his nightstand, then turned on the lamp before turning around to
look at him. He was under the covers, dressed in baby blue pyjamas with red
trim and rocketships all over. He was facing me, but staring at the items I'd
just brought in. He looked sad, and his lower lip was starting to tremble. I
kneeled down beside his bed and rubbed his shoulder.

"What's the matter, buddy?"

 His voice cracked and the effort to speak sent him over the edge. "Now you
think I'm a baby."

He tried choking back a sob but the tear running down his face had already
betrayed his emotions.

"Dennie, I don't think you're a baby. You're my big boy." I wiped his tears.
"There's nothing wrong with being sick and being looked after. We all need to
be taken care of from time to time. Okay?"

"No! I'm just a stupid baby and now you have to b-be here and babysit me!"

"Sweetie, I know this must be uncomfortable for you. It's okay to be scared. It
doesn't make you a baby. But you cry as much as you need to. I just wish you
wouldn't feel ashamed about this. I'm here to take care of you. Not because
you're a baby. But because you're a sweet kid, and I want to be here with you.
Alright?"

He sniffled and nodded reluctantly.

"Alright, now this won't take long at all and it won't hurt a bit. And you
don't need to do anything at all. You just lie there and rest, okay tiger?" I
drew the covers down to his ankles.

He nodded again with a bit more conviction. But I could still see the scared in
his eyes. He was silently and unknowingly pleading for me to be as kind and
respectful of his trust. I reached for the red elastic waistband of his pyjama
bottom.

"Just need to get your jammies down, kiddo."

I lowered his bottoms to his knees, savouring the sight of Dennie in his
underwear for the first time. This was enough to embarrass any 11-year-old. His
firm little cheeks were outlined in their white cotton casing. And somehow, out
of nowhere, this next step was coming right up. No matter how often you think
about it, no matter how close you are to doing it, baring a boy's bottom for
the first time is not something you take lightly.

I felt like I was dissociating. A pair of hands reached out and peeled the
white briefs down, fingertips coming in contact with the warm flesh of his
waist, and exposed inch after inch of delectable, silken, little boy bottom. I
was transfixed at the sight. And to think that this is the part of a boy's body
we stare and drool at because of what hides beneath it. And to think that I was
about to expose and diddle that most treasured dot of boy sexuality.

It was a few seconds before I noticed it. Just below the object of my
fascination, Dennie's undies had been turned inside out in the process of being
pulled down. As with almost every other pair of little boy underpants in use on
the planet at that very moment, a tan smear was visible where the white fabric
had been pressed against his wrinkle all day long. Evidence of boyish
inattention to personal hygiene. I figured I should do something about that.
Out of obligation, you see. I'm sure his mother would want me to.

"Buddy, does Mom keep any wipes for you somewhere in here?"

"Drawer," he said in the tiniest voice. I found a packet and pulled one out
before sitting at his side, facing the foot of the bed. Freeing his ankles of
the pyjamas tangled around them, I pried his legs apart slightly.

Reaching for his soiled underwear, I explained. "These were on their way out
anyway, so we'll put you in a fresh pair after you get your suppository."

As I pulled them down and clear of his feet, he let out a barely audible sob
that sounded more like a hiccup.

"Don't you worry, sweetie, we'll be done before you know it. I just need to
clean you up a little back here first."

He whimpered pitifully, "Sorry that I'm not clean enough."

"Shhhh, it's okay. No one expects little boys' bottoms to be squeaky clean at
the end of a long day, now, do we?"

I didn't wait for an answer. He shuddered when he felt the cold wetness of the
wipe at his perineum, two of my fingers pressing it gently into his valley
while the other hand pulled a cheek out of the way, and squirmed when I dragged
it up and past his tacky pucker. That sensory experience was nothing short of
magical, and had it been actual skin-to-skin contact, I might have needed
another wipe for myself. Even through the moist sheet, my fingertips got
acquainted with the grooves and textures of Dennie's boycrack.

Folding the cloth in half, I went back in with another, heartier swipe, this
time feeling my middle finger take a dip further into the crevice and, when I
saw it come out clean, tossed it in the trash can.

Reaching back, I picked up the thermometer and gave it a good shake. I leaned
forward to get a better view of what I was doing, and used my left thumb and
forefinger to part his cheeks open. Lo and behold, his little pink button
greeted me with a wink, still shiny and moist from the wipe. Now exposed to my
sight and the cool air alike, the pink flesh contracted in a psychomotor
defense mechanism.

I may be speculating, but the long, meek whine I heard behind me told me I was
pretty much on the money. How much more vulnerable can you get? Not only bared,
but exposed. Exposed at 11 years old. To a grown man, no more than an
acquaintance. Helpless with your most intimate spot pried open. Go ahead and
whine, Dennie. It's a big deal.

"Good boy, Dennie. You're being really brave. It won't hurt a bit, I promise.
I'm just gonna slip this... right... in... here."

He let out a muffled yelp as the tip slid in easily with its generous coating
of Vaseline. Dennie's hole gripped the inch-long end that penetrated him as the
boy adjusted to the cold metal inside his toasty cavity. I held it in place
between index and middle finger, my palm cupping his bottom, and my other hand
rubbed his back soothingly.

"There we go. That wasn't so bad now, was it?"

We spent the next two minutes like this. Me trying to make him feel at ease,
and Dennie fidgeting every now and then. With every hiccup and every sob, the
thermometer twitched between my fingers. All of his consciousness was braced on
an inch of glass poking his rectum.

He clenched when I started pulling it out, his behind wriggling as though to
help the bulb tip exit, and squeezed his bottom shut once it was free of its
intruder. I held up the thermometer to get a reading. The red line reached 102.

"Looks like you've got a bit of a fever, champ." I wiped the thermometer clean
and set it down. "I'm just gonna get this suppository into you and then it'll
all be over, okay? Quick like a cat, alright?"

I heard a choked up sniffle as I took the little torpedo out of its wrapper and
dipped it into the Vaseline. Moving to open him up again, his sobbing got
louder, and he was now openly crying.

"I don't like this part," he wailed helplessly.

"Aww, buddy. Shhhhh, it's okay. You're doing so well. I'm so proud of you.
You're being really brave."

Instead of peering down into his bottom again to proceed with the insertion, I
scooted him away from me a bit, and lied down next to him. I pulled him into me
and felt a small, flaccid lump mash into my waist as I pulled his upper leg up
to straddle me, and hugged him close. He buried his damp face into the crook of
my neck while I reached down to aim for his spread open entrance, and placed
the head of the suppository against its greasy target.

"Now I'm just gonna push it in with my finger so I want you to relax your hiney
so it doesn't hurt too much, okay? You're gonna be a big boy for me, right,
Dennie?" He nodded into my neck. "Alright, here we go."

I pushed the suppository against his sphincter and it slid in without much
effort, until my fingertip was pressed right up against his clenching starfish.
His crying got more dramatic when he felt the pressure of my finger as I tried
in vain to follow the suppository into his warmth.

"Honey, I need you to relax. Push out like you're going to the toilet. I need
to get it deeper inside you."

After a few seconds of resistance, my finger started to slide in past his
sphincter and soon was engulfed inside his moist furnace. I held it there for
about a minute while Dennie expressed his misery and squirmed against me as I
kept my invasive digit inside him. It was a minute of utter, torturous ecstasy
for me as I got to actually experience, for the first time in my life, the
sensation of having a finger buried inside a little boy's virgin hole. It took
all my willpower to stop me from violently fucking that finger in and out of
him. It was a hotter, squishier, and moister grip than anything my digit had
ever encountered.

Was it because he had a fever? Would his 98.6 degree rectum have felt any
cooler if I had penetrated him the day before? Would a boypussy connoisseur be
able to tell he was feverish from pressing their lips against his anus? Such
were the thoughts that flooded my brain as I greedily absorbed the experience
with every available nerve in my body.

Slowly, after what seemed like an eternity in purgatory, I retired my finger
and pulled it out. I instantly wrapped him up in a hug, rubbing his bottom with
one hand, and holding up the other like a sacred relic, determined to never
wash Dennie's butt paste off of that blessed index.

"Shhhh, we're all done, baby. It's over. You were such a good boy for me,
Dennie."

I rocked him gently as I spoke words of reassuring praise into his ear.

"I'm gonna go wash up now but I'll be right back. You need to lie down for the
next little bit while the medicine does its job but I'll be right back, okay?"

He nodded weakly as I untangled myself from his grasp to get up and walked out,
stopping only to pick up his dirty pair of undies. Once in the bathroom, I shut
the door and immediately shoved down my pants. I grabbed my cock and mashed
Dennie's tighty-whities under my nose simultaneously. I stroked myself
furiously as I inhaled his day-long build-up of intoxicating nether fragrances.
Nearing climax, I switched hands, wrapping the ripe, warm undies around my
throbbing cock and hungrily sucked on my forefinger, nursing on Dennie's butt
juices as I shot gallons into the seat of his virginal white Fruit of the Loom
underpants.

Once I had collected myself and deposited his now twice-soiled undies in the
hamper, I went back into his room to find him in the same position I'd left him
in. He was asleep, his eyes puffy and his cheeks tear-stained. I found a pair
of clean briefs in his underwear drawer and slipped his feet through them,
stopping briefly to admire the boy's stunning pair of puppies. I pulled them up
and decided he didn't need the pyjama bottoms, so I tucked him in and left him
to sleep.


That moment was a turning point in my relationship with Dennie. Not because of
my finger going up his bottom, but because it established my role as a
caregiver and an authority figure in his life. No longer just a new, older
friend, I had been promoted, to fill a role by default that had been vacant for
many years. As I thought about what that meant, things seemed to fall into
place when Dennie walked into the living room to join me. He hadn't bothered to
put his pyjama pants back on.

"I couldn't sleep."

And with that, he climbed onto the couch, right next to me, and snuggled into
my side.

Neither of us needed to say anything. I held him to me, stroking his hair,
kissing the top of his head, rewarding him for his newfound confidence. We
cuddled like it was the most natural thing for us to do. And it wasn't just
some phase, either. That night set a precedent. Dennie became my boy and we
only got closer from that point on. Much, much closer, in fact.

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++


I reached behind me and grabbed one of his hands that was holding onto my back,
and lifted it up to my face. Pressing his little palm against my mouth, I
kissed the warm, sweat-sticky flesh, gently at first, then with increasing
fervour. Soon I was slavering all over his delicate fingers, intentionally
coating them with spit. I guided his hand down and made him wrap his little paw
around my reawakening hard-on. With a deep breath in, he eagerly looked up at
me.

"See what you do to me? Uncle A gets so hard seeing your hot little body." I
gently slid his hand up and down my shaft. Brushed his bangs out of his brow
with the other hand. "Feel that? That's going inside you soon. Very, very soon,
baby boy. Is that what you want?"

He nodded with desperation. I picked him up and swiftly sat him on my forearm
so we were face to face.

"What do you say then?"

He avoided my gaze and instead favoured running a finger in my chest hair.

With all the courage he could muster, he formulated his request. "Will you put
it inside me? Please..." He hesitated before adding, "I really want to be
fucked." And that second part was nothing less than a desperate plea.

Lifting up his chin, I brought my lips to his for a sweet kiss. Then,
whispering right into his ear, I made him a promise I intended to fulfill.

"I would love to put my cock inside you, baby boy. To fuck your sweet, sweet
boyhole. Gonna open you right up and fuck you so good, angel." I pressed him
tight against me.

His squeak was muffled in my embrace but the gulp that followed resonated
through me. Gone was the determined pleading from his voice. Now there was just
"oh, crap. This is really happening."

"But first, we get you ready."

And so I flipped us around so I was on top and laid him down before he even
caught up. Sitting up, I had him roll over.

"On your tummy now." I lightly swatted his bottom. "Get your hinder up in the
air. Up, up, up. Keep your head down on the bed." I grabbed onto his waist as
he followed my instructions, positioning him properly. "Good boy."

Once again, I was face-to-face with Dennie's prime, splayed-open boypussy.
Wasting no time, I palmed both of his buns and inched my face forward to plant
the most delicate of all kisses, right on his rosebud. I did that over and over
again to the sound of his whimpers, until he thought I would never stop, at
which point, I dug my thumbs into either side of his slit to spread him open
and shot a heavy wad of my spit right into his unsuspecting chute.

Caught off guard by the sudden impact of my warm saliva, Dennie yelped in
surprise.

"UNHH. Oohhh."

Picking up on the scent of slobber supplementing the musky aroma wafting from
his insides, I launched an assault with my tongue, probing into his squelching
rectum.

He instinctively arched his back, aiding me in accessing even more of his
depth. The addition of my spit made everything sound amplified and deliciously
vulgar as I ate my loved boy again with utmost famine and drank up his obscure,
umami boyflavour. Especially so when Dennie clenched so hard it felt like he
was trying to crush my tongue, to keep me inside him forever. I planted my
teeth around his wide-open sphincter, in a driven, ever-greedy attempt to go
even deeper.

"Nnnhhhh. Plee-he-he-ease. Is it t-time to f-fuck me yet?"

I pulled away, a string of spit and buttslime connecting me to my favourite
snatch. I was already starting to leak.

Yes. It was time to fuck him.

Dennie gasped when he felt a spit-coated fingertip at his backdoor. He couldn't
see what was going on in this position so all his attention was fixated on that
square-inch surface of boynerves. My middle finger encountered resistance as
his anus processed the confusion of wanting to welcome the stimulation while
simultaneously keeping the intruder at bay. I persisted, pressing against his
pucker until it gave, engulfing my digit to the hilt within seconds, and
soaking it in the heat of Dennie's insides.

Shallow panting intercut with sharp whimpers emanated from ahead as I wiggled
in search of his 'on' button, turning into moans of near-satisfaction as it
curled to graze that squishy bundle of nerves.

"Feel nice, baby boy?"

"Yeahhh. Mmmm. Please do it."

"Crawl up the bed, then." I commanded with a final twist of my finger before
pulling out.

He started moving but stopped to look back when I held onto his ankles. A
second later, he understood my intentions and continued shifting himself up the
bed, his feet remaining in front of me, until he was laid fully flat on his
tummy.

In a flash, I had gotten the bottle of Johnson & Johnson from my bedside table
and unscrewed the pink cap. Straddling Dennie's thighs, I parted his bubble
buns with thumb and forefinger, squirting the baby oil right onto his pulsing
boyhole.

He gasped at the sudden impact, and I watched some of it drip down his taint,
quick to catch that stray drop with my cockhead, pressed tight against his
perineum.

"UNHH!"

I redirected it back up to its intended destination, smearing the oil around
some, and took the opportunity to lubricate myself as well.

Positioned and ready for penetration, eager to access his intimate heat, I laid
myself down on top of him, resting my weight on my forearms.

I was careful not to crush his little body, but he was, nonetheless, buried
under my larger frame. His heels poked my lower calves and his hair tickled my
chin. My arms and legs framed his limbs. He was surrounded by me, submerged
beneath me.

"It's time, my love. Are you ready?"

He could barely whimper, overwhelmed by the suddenness and realness of our
immediate fornication.

"Here we go, baby."

My thick mushroom head pressed against his passably virginal entrance.

"Deep breaths, Dennie."

I lowered myself slowly onto him, at first just poking his anus to no apparent
effect. Dennie's breathing became more laboured as we both felt his ring start
to give.

"Iiiinghh!"

His vocal cords strained with a whine-grunt hybrid in anticipation of the
upcoming pain of being firmly penetrated.

His sphincter finally gave and swallowed my entire head, but not without
protest from Dennie.

"Ow, ow, ow! Too much!"

Feeling like I was finally and securely inside, I adjusted our positioning,
using my knees to spread his legs wider.

Dennie whined, feeling my movements translated into unfamiliar twitching inside
his hypersensitive hole.

"Shhh, good boy, Dennie. I'm gonna slide my cock into you now. And you're gonna
take it like a big boy, right? Like a champ. Okay?"

I wrapped my arms around his much smaller frame.

I kissed his left temple.

And I started my decisive invasion of his utmost intimacy.

His whine increased in intensity and distress as he struggled with being
stretched open. You can't expect him to try to disregard the pain and think
about the pleasures to come. Dennie's just a little boy. When it goes, in it
hurts. When it hurts, he's scared.

And I wasn't particularly worried about making my entrance as smooth as
possible. We were both in heat, and the sooner I properly fucked him, the
better for all parties involved. It would be pointless to try tiptoeing around
his inhibition. I just needed to gain access; the quicker the better. Once I
was in, Dennie would know a world of pleasure.

For now, though, he would need to put up with some pain. I knew what I was
doing and I would never harm him. And he knew that too, and trusted me. I also
knew how badly he wanted and needed a good fucking.

By taking control and not dilly-dallying while his sphincter calmed the hell
down, he learned to trust me. It may seem counterintuitive, but I was teaching
him that trusting me would make everything easier, by giving him no choice but
to do so. This was for his own good.

Every millimeter that I pushed in felt like a feat, like climbing the flank of
a mountain, but only to be faced with an ever steeper rise. His anal grip all
but crushed me it was so tight.

I stopped when Dennie sounded like he was on the brink of wailing.

"Shhhh. I'm here. Uncle Alex is here, baby. You're doing real good, sweetie."

I pushed in further, giving his defensive hole no choice but to relent.

I stroked his hair, trying to connect on another level to take his mind off the
pain.

"Owwww! Please, Uncle A! Take it out!"

I turned his face so we could look into each other's eyes.

"Look at me. Kiss me."

"Owieee!"

"Kiss me, Dennie. Just focus on me. Just up here."

Convinced, trusting, desperate, he launched himself at my face,
channelling all his energy to consume my lips with his. His tongue
demanded access to my mouth and we simultaneously opened wide to make out
passionately. It was an innocent combination of doing as I told him, and
almost seeking revenge for the pain I inflicted on his hole.

Before either of us knew it, his defenses had yielded and I was all the way in.
I slowed the pace of our kissing down to just sweet, loving nibbles, as he
adjusted to my girth. Pulling away, I looked into my baby boy's bleary eyes.

My rough patch of pubes mashed into his marshmallow soft buns. I was anchored
deep, deep inside him. Embedded in his most private depth.

I had claimed my boy.

I was so stiff inside his tight clutch I felt like the base of my cock was
about to snap off.

"This is it, Dennie. I'm all the way in. All the way inside your sweet hole,
baby."

I gave his lips a tender peck as we both panted; him from exertion and me from
restless anticipation.

"Finally got what you wanted, huh? Finally gonna get fucked, aren't you?"

"Mm-hmm," he replied weakly.

"Well, so did I. I got you, Dennie. I got my cock up your gorgeous little
bottom. That's all I wanted too, angel."

I reversed and started to pull back out, feeling like his tightness was
stripping the skin off my dick, while he shivered from the stimulation.

"All I wanted."

I began a slow dance with Dennie's delicious bottom. Took him. Stroke after
stroke, I possessed him. Back and forth, I turned our desires into reality.

"Unghh!"

I picked up speed, seesawing into him with increasing momentum as Dennie
adapted to the subsiding pain giving way to growing pleasure.

"Mmmhh- good. More..." he mumbled in a daze.

"More what, little boy?"

"Please. More fucking. More cock."

And so I felt myself slowly slip away. Getting filthy with him. Filthy inside
him. I was breeding filth, creating a new combined heat of our own. Nearing
overdrive.

I pumped into him hard as he lay there, trapped under my predatory presence.
The impact of flesh hitting flesh sounded like a game of tennis on an indoor
court, and Dennie sounded just like Serena Williams.

"AAHHH. Don't stop! Feels good Uncle A! UNHH!"

The time for slow savouring was over. This was the last mile. It was time for
deep-dicking and out-of-control grunting, matched only by Dennie's overwhelmed
squealing. I wish I had something to compare those moans to. Alas, nothing
quite resembles the sound of a boy getting fucked deep, hard, and long. And
good. I was fucking him so good. Hurting him good.

With every forceful thrust in, he sang out the most brutally honest response.
And when I pulled back, when I prepared to ram into his gripping depth once
again, he drew in these hoarse breaths, these desperate attempts to keep up, to
fuel yet another lustful cry.

His voice sounded tainted. Still a beautiful soprano, but now he almost sounded
congested. His voice was wet. Dripping with lust.

"NGHH! More! Please! I- HUHH! Wanna c-cum! UUNHHHH! F-fuckk meeee!"

It's remarkable what getting fucked does to a shy boy's inhibitions. Plow your
thick inches into the most acquiescent, quiet child's anus and he'll tell you
exactly what he wants, no time wasted.

Sensing that I could last a while longer, I decided to indulge him.

Without pausing our grind, I spread his legs even further with mine. I grabbed
his hands and pulled them up above his head, slick palms facing up. I laced my
fingers with his and nibbled on his left earlobe.

That was the trigger that sent him into the home stretch. His moans
reverberated with what sounded like alarm and disbelief but were actually sheer
ecstasy and impeding climax.

Every jab forward was now a calculated move, accompanied by lustfully grunted
words of praise.

"*thrust* Such a tight little hole."

"*thrust* Such a warm little tush."

"*thrust* SUCH A *thrust* GOOD *thrust* LITTLE *thrust* BOY."

"NNNNNNNNN! UH! UH! UH! UH! UNGHHHHHHH!"

Dennie's sheath squeezed me as his little body vibrated with a long-awaited and
earth-shattering orgasm. He squealed in supreme pleasure as my unrelenting
deep-dicking stimulated his little boypussy into an overflow of endorphins.

I continued stabbing into his contracting fuckpit as he rode the last ripples
of his tidal wave.

Immediately after, I pulled out.

I flipped him over on his back. Not rolled. Flipped.

His face was red, his eyes glazed over. His chest heaved, and his tummy, to my
delight, was still dry. He most definitely had another round in him, then.

I climbed off the bed, reached for his ankles, and pulled him to me.

I maneuvered him into position for the encore. Lined him up for insertion.
Picked up his legs to bring his scrumptious cock burrow into view.

I placed my dripping cockhead at his shiny, winking entrance and just nuzzled
into the heat emanating from his bowels.

I dragged my tip up and down, nudging his baby-smooth nutsack up to the point
where his still-stiff peter was poking him in the tummy.

"Is this what you wanted, baby boy?"

"Mmmm. Yes! Pleeease." He was equal parts exhausted and eager.

"Oh, haven't had enough then, have you?" I painted his taint with pre-cum, at
this point pushing the limits of my own patience. "You want me to tickle that
special place inside your little boypussy, don't you?"

"Yeahhhh! Please Uncle A, do it now!"

He wiggled his midsection at me demandingly.

Clutching his feet, my fingers wrapped around each little sole with plenty of
room to spare.

Egged on by how hot this new contextualization of our size difference was, I
positioned myself and shot back inside him. Slammed into him to the hilt.

The walls rang with his sharp cries of pained pleasure as I ravaged his little
body, exploiting his little rectum for the best goddamned cock-milking service
you could ever imagine.

Getting back into a solid tempo, I looked down and focused on the sight of our
primary point of contact. Man cock to boy anus. Our coupling came alive. The
sheer perversion of this image hit me as I watched, heard, smelled his
sphincter grip my shaft, trying to keep up with the motion, but nonetheless
folding inwards on the in-stroke, and turning almost inside out on the pull
out.

I stuffed his feet into my face, sucking both big toes at once. I noted how
much warmer and damper the undersides were than shortly before. I nursed
hungrily on his delectable puppies all while plugging into his fiery behind.

Not having gotten nearly enough release from his first orgasm, Dennie was soon
vocalizing his excitement like he'd never known a better feeling.

"Puhhh, hmmm, NGHHH, please! UHH, harder!"

Lost in a trance of pure thirst, his head tilted back and he grasped handfuls
of bedding.

"AHHHHH! Uh, uh, uh, uh, Daddyyy!"

As suddenly as I had plunged in, I stopped mid-thrust and looked down at him
questioningly.

I witnessed his expression change drastically from lust to complete
devastation. His hands let go of my sheets, and instead clutched at his face as
he tried to hide from my sight. As though he thought I couldn't see him if he
couldn't see me.

He was crying from embarrassment now, sobbing silently, his face scrunched up
and tears streaming down his temples.

"Hey, hey..." I leaned down, still embedded inside him, so we were face to face.
I bent him in half, as his knees rested against my shoulders. What an
unfortunately vulnerable position to be in when this kind of shame hits you.

"Shhhhh, it's okay. Shh, shh, it's okay, Dennie."

I kissed his forehead and pried his hand away from his face, kissing his
eyelids as well.

"Don't cry, baby. There's nothing to be ashamed of. Shhhhh, it's okay now."

Once he was able to open his eyes, I tried to subtly confirm my hunch.

"You didn't say that just to be sexy, did you?"

He shook his head and simultaneously shrugged awkwardly, not wanting to give me
a clear answer; not wanting to confess.

"Look at me, sweetie."

I caressed his cheek lovingly.

This kid could really tug on my heartstrings sometimes. This was one of those
moments when I could have seriously lost it.

"I'm so flattered that you would think of me as your Daddy." I smiled down at
him with all the kindness I had in me.

"And it would be an honour for me to be able to call you my son. Okay? I love
you so much, baby."

I kissed him with all the persuasion I could conjure.

"For now, you can call me Daddy when it's just the two of us. That would make
me very happy. And someday, maybe soon, I can become your Daddy for real. And
we could tell the whole, entire world. Would you like that?"

He nodded his head, smiling weakly at me, and there wasn't a shred of
hesitation in his eyes.

"Of course, your Mommy will have to have a say in this too. But I hope that
someday, the three of us can become a family."

He giggled. His joy actually spilled over and he giggled contentedly.

I leaned further in and we shared a prolonged, passionate kiss. I had to shift
occasionally, which caused Dennie to whimper, and at one point, he pulled away,
stopping me.

He grabbed my waist with desperation, and weakly attempted to shake me back and
forth.

"Please. Keep going. Do me more. Please"

His sniffling almost under control, but his voice was still choked.

He stole a quick glance up at me, then, looking back down, whispered with a
random surge of confidence, "please, Daddy." But he still blushed. It still
didn't feel right for him.

So I brought my lips to his ear.

"It's okay, baby.  You can do it. Say it with me. Please, Daddy."

"Please, Daddy."

I pulled out.

"Fuck me, Daddy." I whispered into his ear.

"Fuck me, Daddy."

And I thrust back in. Neither hard nor gently, there was an aggressive passion
in my cadence.

His legs were bent so far back, his bottom had actually lifted off the bed,
making for a better angle to get as deep inside him as there was of me to get
inside.

And I was right in his face, feeling too strong an emotional connection to let
it go just yet. So I kissed him and whispered sweet nothings to him as we made
love.

"Daddy loves you."

"Nghh."

"Love you so much, sweet baby."

"Unnhhhh."

Dennie was spent yet fervent. He'd had an intense evening but was so very keen
for another orgasm to rock him to the core. And mine didn't seem too far away
anymore.

"Good, good boy for Daddy!"

"Uhh, uhh, mmhhhhh! OHH. Fuck me harder, Daddy!"

I stood back up, pressing his thighs against me. I put some more energy into my
thrusts, really giving it to him good now.

He thrashed and moaned as I shoved my aching erection repeatedly into his cum
pipe.

I splayed his legs apart, holding onto those sweet fuck handles and in no time,
Dennie's high-pitched little boy voice was announcing an oncoming eruption.

"NNGHH, DADDY, UNH, UNH, UNH, CUMMING, NNNNNNGHH, AAAAHHHHHHH!"

Amidst his climactic wailing and the vulgar slapping sounds of our bodies
coming together violently, over and over again, I felt his squirming furnace
milk me viciously.

His stiffie pulsated, expelling spurt after spurt of pubescent nectar, landing
on his heaving chest, followed by his tummy and navel.

Triggered by my loved boy's dramatic finish, I felt my swollen balls rise in my
scrotum as my own looming climax approached.

"OHH, BABY. GONNA CUM IN YOU, DENNIE. NGHH, TAKE DADDY'S SPERM, NNGHH,
UUUUUUGGHHHHHHH."

Buckets of sweltering semen sprayed my boy's slithering bowels as I felt every
single nerve ending in my body come alive in a glorious finale. My ejaculation
seemed to last for hours as gush after solid gush flooded Dennie's guzzling
bottom.

It was fireworks and singing angels. It was the big bang and the apocalypse all
at once.

I panted and collapsed on top of my Dennie, not knowing anything but to wrap
him up in the tightest hug as we each took the time to regain our senses.

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[Hope ur having a good time. Just got another round of shots!
Kisses to Dennie. C U tomorrow xoxo]


I had barely set my phone down in time to see Dennie run towards me from the
bathroom and launch himself onto me.

He giggled into my neck as I wrapped my arms around him. He had changed into
his pyjama top and a fresh pair of undies.

Baby blue, red rocketships, and tighty whities. I savoured the familiar feeling
of the soft fabric encasing his delicate frame, against my own bare chest.

The runt really hadn't grown much in two years.

I rubbed his cotton-covered bottom.

"Ready for bed, tiger?"

He pulled away, grinning wide, and nodded. I rolled him off me, and laid him
down beside me.

"Night-night, sweet baby."

I kissed his forehead.

"Sweet dreams, Dennie. Try not to think of what I might be doing to you when
you wake up."

I chuckled, and he was all squirms and giggles, cuddling into my side.

"Goodnight, Daddy."

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End of Part 2

Thank you for making it through Part 2 of my first story! Keep your eyes
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