Date: Sun, 6 Dec 2009 15:23:05 -0800 (PST) From: Noone Special Subject: Portraits of a boy chap 6 This chapter is a bit shorter than the others, but I figure I've neglected these characters long enough. The following vignette takes place roughly a year or so after Jimmy first came to live with Doug. As always, it is a work of complete fiction. ~~~~~~~~~~ The hand slid under my oversized night-shirt, waking me up with a bit of a start. It was dark in my room, only a bit of moonlight coming in from the windows, which cast the shadow of the intruder over me. A cold bullet of irrational fear jolted through my belly. I jolted away and let out a little cry of fear. "Shh, Jimmy, it's just me," the man whispered. "Doug?" I half asked, half groaned. We were both quite fortunate that nothing had leaked out of me before I identified him. "I told you not to watch that scary movie," he admonished, slowly sliding my shirt up and away. Perhaps my fearful overreaction did have something to do with the supposedly scary PG-13 movie. After all, Doug had been sneaking into my room for weeks now; I should be used to it by now. Of course, he wouldn't have to sneak into my room if he'd just let me sleep in his room like I'd been begging him to almost since I came to live with him, even before he'd finally surrendered to his carnal instincts. "I'm sleepy," I protested. He bared my belly and buried his face in it, his stubbly chin scratching my sensitive skin pleasantly as he inhaled deeply. "It's okay, you don't have to do anything," he promised, his words punctuated with sloppy kisses. I couldn't help but giggle, especially once he latched onto a nipple. His hand slipped under my waistband, gently fondling my miniature genitals in their white cotton container. I just closed my eyes, moaning occasionally as he worked to bring me pleasure. He nipped and gummed on all the sensitive little spots on my chest, spots that he'd been working long and hard to map. I'd never known something could feel so good until that night he'd 'accidentally' put his tongue in my mouth during my bedtime kiss and forgotten to take it out. In my squirming ecstasy, I accidently knocked Zimmy the Zebra off the bed. Tracing his way back down my increasingly damp abdomen, he lifted my hips just enough to slide my underpants down to my knees. His lips wrapped around my throbbing little erection. The suction they created could very well have lifted me right off the bed and into the air. "Oh!" I cried, burying my finger's in the man's dark hair. His fingers were also keeping themselves quite busy. He held me firmly by my hips, controlling my involuntary thrusts and kneading the soft flesh of my buttocks. One of his fingertips found my virgin anus, still clean and fresh from my bath, and began massaging the hidden orifice. He readjusted me, spreading and lifting my legs over his shoulders to give him better access to my perineum. My little pecker finally slipped out of his mouth with an audible "Pop" and a groan of disappointment from me, but his tongue had no time to rest. It traveled south, washing my tiny testicles in their wrinkled pouch, and then the skin hind them, and then--OH! That's new! Lifting my legs even higher, until my butt was at least four inches in the air, he pressed his tongue into me, wriggling and pressing and delving into my innermost depths for the first time. If I hadn't been awake before, I certainly was now. "Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!" I panted. The sensation was intense, pleasurable and completely unprecedented. Until now, the most he dared was to rub a finger on the outskirts, this sudden spelunking expedition had me dumbfounded. "Doug--oh!--what are you--oh god!--what are you doing?" I finally managed, and he responded by flipping me over onto my belly and diving even more vigorously into my behind. He spread my cheeks with his thumbs, pulling me into his face as his tongue finally managed to penetrate as far as it possibly could. I was about as aroused as I could get. My hips alternated between trying to push back into him and trying to hump the bed beneath me. He seemed to sense a bit of my desperation and put two of his fingers on masturbation duty. He kept this up for what seemed like hours, but finally his jaw could take no more and he lightened up a little bit, taking his time to lick and lavish the soft skin of my butt. After it was good and wet, he flipped me back over and resumed suckling on my little member. A finger returned to my anus and this time sought admission. Thanks to his loving preparation, it entered without much pain, but it felt so much different than his tongue had. It delved deeper and felt harder and sharper than his tongue had. I let out a little cry of surprise and my body became rigid and spastic. I humped desperately into my foster father's face as the intense sensations washed over me. Tears formed in my eyes, and I finally collapsed. He picked me up and sat on the bed with me in his lap. "Well Jimmy, how was your first rimjob?" he asked, and I simply looked at him in adoring astonishment. I'd been amazed when he'd given me my first orgasm, but I was simply floored by the fact that he kept coming up with new and shockingly blissful ways to pleasure me. He still hadn't taken his finger out of me, and it felt kinda weird and distinct and good "Do you like having something up there?" he asked, wiggling the digit just to make sure I knew what he was talking about. I just nodded and lolled my head against his chest. "There's something I've been wanting to do for a while, but I've been afraid it might hurt you," he admitted, rubbing my back with his free hand. "It's called fucking. It's when I put my penis up where my finger is now." That certainly woke me up again. His thingy was a heck of a lot bigger and thicker than either his tongue or his finger. I pulled back and looked at him with disbelieving eyes. "I'm not going to do it now," he reassured, "and I won't do it at all if you don't want me to, I promise. We'll start by putting smaller things in you, like my fingers, to get you ready for my penis. It'll take a long time to stretch you out enough so that I can get it in without it hurting you, and if you decide you want to stop, we will. I just wanted to start talking to you about it, okay?" Okay, I nodded, mostly because he expected me to. I wasn't sure if I was excited or not about him putting things in down there...but then again his finger did feel kind of good, and his tongue had been simply amazing. And if Doug wanted to do it, then maybe it would be kinda fun, most of the things he wanted to do were. And besides, I didn't have to worry about it at the moment. "I'm going to hump your legs now, okay?" he asked, and I just giggled and nodded. He set me back on the bed and lifted my legs in the air by the edge, putting his cock between my thighs and pushing them tightly together. I just watched and giggled as he thrust back and forth, his purple dickhead appearing and disappearing and appearing again. At first I made a game of it, trying to catch it when it emerged, and Doug did nothing to dissuade me, but eventually I lost interest and closed my eyes. I was just about to drift off when the first steamy sting splattered under my chin. I lifted my head just in time to get nailed between the eyes with his second shot. Giggling, I wiped my face and licked my fingers. I hadn't been crazy about the taste when we'd first began our games, but Doug had been persistent in trying to get me to swallow his loads, and there wasn't much I could refuse him very long. I still had my reservations about the salty drink, but Doug loved watching me drink his special milk-shakes, and I loved making Doug happy. Letting my legs drop to the sides, my caretaker assisted in my cleaning by gathering as much of his semen as he could onto his fingers and presenting them to me to lick clean. When at last there was nothing remaining but a salty sheen, he lifted me up and put me in bed properly. As he pulled the covers over my thin frame, he leaned down to kiss me goodnight, but I turned to the side. "Your breath is stinky," I informed him with a giggle when I saw his surprised and dejected expression. The blatantly obvious realization struck him, and he actually smacked his face with his palm. "I'm going to go brush my teeth again," he promised. "Can I get a goodnight kiss after that?" "Nuh-uh, not unless you want to kiss my butt again," I teased, rolling over and wagging the mentioned asset at him. "Don't tempt me, Jimmy" he admonished after a quick intake of breath. "If you do, I'll be in here all night." I responded by wagging my butt at him again and giggling. The door shut behind him and I was left alone. He probably came back in as promised, but I was fast asleep by then.