Date: Sun, 17 Oct 2021 09:21:39 +0000
From: Tex Colorado <texcolorado@protonmail.com>
Subject: Shhh, I'm Asleep!

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Shhh, I'm Asleep
by Tex Colorado
(m/b (9) oral, anal, rimming)


"Who am I tonight?" I asked quietly.

"Shhh, I'm asleep," Bobby answered.

"Ok, then, tonight I'm a robber?" I offered. He made a sound of obvious
displeasure. "A neighbor?"

"You are a neighbor, dummy," he answered with a laugh.

I paused, I was about to drop a bomb, "Daddy?" I asked with a smile.

"Mmmm," was the only sound. Then the heavy breathing of a boy feigning
sleep.

The die cast, I was instantly turned on by this surprising turn of
events. This was his game, the way for the young boy to get the things that
he wanted but couldn't admit. He called it, "Whatever you want," which was
supposed to mean, "You can do whatever you want to me." He would remain
passive, pretending to sleep while I theoretically called the shots. Of
course, I didn't really have complete freedom. It was only by the consent
of the child, who was really the boss, who somehow ran the show without
saying a word. And I had never played daddy before. That was the best that
there was. If only his daddy knew. If only his eyes were open.

This whole time I had been rubbing his back through his long-sleeve,
Spider-Man pajamas. He purred in his fake sleep, but this wasn't how he
liked to start. I gave him the lightest pat on his butt and thought that I
might have heard a giggle over the sound of the creaking bed as I
stood. The hall light was on and was doing a decent job of lighting his
small room through the open door. I exited and took a moment, waiting in
order to increase the drama, then turned around and re-entered as daddy.

He was laying on his stomach, spread all of the way across his twin bed,
his arms splayed to his sides. One leg was straight, the other bent, his
butt so prominent in his well-worn bottoms. The small bed played tricks
with my perception of his size, but I knew the truth, he was average for a
nine year-old, not much more than four feet tall and sixty pounds, all of
it 100% boy.

"Looks like he's asleep," I whispered to no one and heard a sharp intake of
air. The game was on and his excitement filled the semi-dark room. "My
strong little guy, so peaceful," I said as I crossed to the bed. "That's my
baby," I groaned when I sat down and ran my hand up under his shirt to feel
his smooth skin over his diminutive frame. The pajama held my hand against
his back, they were at least one, if not two sizes too small.

"Mmmm, mmm," he was murmuring, having difficulty faking unconsciousness
while I caressed his little body.

"Rock-a-bye baby..." I started to sing, assuming that's what a father does
when he wants to comfort his young child. And it worked! His body, taut
with anticipation until now, released its tension and the boy sunk into the
small bed. My hands were roaming across his whole back as I sang, doing my
best to push his tight shirt up, but it was fighting me for now. Bobby was
squirming already, not able to keep up the charade, which was par for the
course, as long as I didn't officially acknowledge his complicity, he was
happy.

"...when the bough breaks..." what a horrible song! Why didn't it ever
occur to me? Why do we sing this to babies? But Bobby had the same reaction
that I did at nine when my daddy sang to me; he felt warm, he felt secure
and safe. "...cradle and all," I finished softly. There was a small
movement of the boy's hands and he slyly started to push down his pajama
bottoms. His untanned butt began to make an appearance, the dimple of the
first half-inch of crack came into view, splitting his prominent
cheeks. For such a skinny little guy he had an absolutely succulent ass.

His desire so evident, I decided to mess with him, "Oh, my poor little guy
is uncovered," I play-acted, "I better help to warm him up by pulling his
bottoms back up over his butt cheeks." I loved being explicit with him when
I could. No one around to require euphemisms, I could call a butt cheek a
butt cheek. When I took his pants and started to act like I would put them
back in place, Bobby protested, grunting and squirming against my efforts.

"Ohhhh," I feigned understanding, "he's hot! I guess he needs me to take
these off, then." Happy squeals squeaked out of the boy despite his efforts
to keep them inside as I started to lower his bottoms. Bobby was at that
age that matching clothes were cool, not lame, so he was proudly wearing
his Spider-Man underwear beneath his Spidey pajamas. If I had my way, he'd
spend a decent amount of time in only those undies; there's so much fun to
be had with only a thin layer of cotton covering you. But Bobby was in
charge and starting to lower his pants was his way of saying, "Get on with
it!"

I had to turn them inside out as I lowered, his full cheeks gleaming in the
low light until a bit of color returned when I got to the back of his legs,
evidence of hours in the sun over the summer. Pulling his pjs right down
and off of his feet, I sat and looked him over. He was so cute, laying
there waiting for me, his body tight again, his butt flexing as he gently
rubbed what was an undoubtedly erect penis against the mattress, still
trying so hard to stay calm and quiet.

"My boy is so handsome," I said as if I was talking to myself, "he's got
such nice legs. And the curve of his butt," these were emphasized by my
hands as I ran them up his hamstrings and over the smooth, pillowy curves
of his beautiful ass, "are you awake son? Is it ok if daddy touches you?"

"I'm asleep, silly," he told me again. This was another code, it meant,
"You're doing good, keep doing what you're doing." So I kept rubbing his
ass, massaging him, the kneading causing his buns to split enough for me to
witness his wrinkled eye looking back at me.

"What a pretty hole my baby has," I purred, holding him open now to take a
look, "I bet he wouldn't mind if I touched him there." He couldn't help but
kick his leg, it was like a dog having his belly rubbed, he couldn't have
stopped it if he tried, "Yeah, I think that he'd really like that," I said
with a lustful tone. The next time that I pulled him apart to peer inside,
I stuck my index finger in my mouth, then ran the wet digit down his open
crack and circled his hole.

Bobby gasped at the touch. This wasn't the first time, but it was new
enough to be shocking. New enough that we had to play this game to pretend
that I was the aggressor instead of admitting that he wanted me to touch
him there, the spot that had given him shivers the first time that we
played around the back. He was hooked and I was the beneficiary. It was
wonderful. Given free access, I continued to rub him with my fingertip,
feeling every inch, every rough wrinkle, the forgiving center, the entrance
to paradise. Bobby was moaning, or at least the sweet, happy coos of a
nine-year-old mixed in with giggles, the idea of being touched there still
so hard to comprehend. Even more, how could it feel so good?

"My baby boy has such a sweet hole, I wonder if it tastes sweet," I
pondered out loud and received another involuntary leg kick; he liked that
idea. I pulled his cheeks apart and approached his sacred spot, "Only one
way to find out," I announced and finished closing the space between us. If
I hadn't already been toying with his delicate anus, I would be less
direct, but today I went right for his center, licking in circles around
the outside of the pucker then pressing at the very center. For his age,
his hygiene was outstanding and the pleasant, salty taste of his sweaty
skin was what floated across my tongue. Then he opened.

This was new. With time and practice, Bobby had gained a surprising amount
of control of his sphincter, well, at least he could relax enough to let it
slacken. Nevertheless, it was amazing to watch that tiny dot of an opening
spread for me, letting out his essence, all earth and copper. I wanted to
devour him. The opening ring invited my wet finger again, the first knuckle
disappearing with a groan.

Encouraging his legs to spread, I glided down, bathing the boy's bulging
perineum while my finger manipulated his warm hole. I loved licking this
part of him, feeling like the extension of his youthful cock inside his
little body. From there I dragged my tongue down to his sack, tight in the
cool air of the bedroom, and took the whole thing between my lips. I ran my
tongue over and over his little nuts, the intense pleasure seeming to hit
the child in waves, his whole body going into occasional, erratic
spasms. Finally he let his need take over and pulled his standard move.

"Mmm, ahhhh," he groaned as he let out a phony yawn, lifting his arms above
his head to stretch and rolling onto his back. He landed with his feet flat
on the bed, allowing me to stay inside of him with my finger, but at a low
enough angle that my hand was holding up his ass while the single digit
remained buried in his steamy rectum. Above this, now, was the finest
nine-year-old piece of heavenly boy-flesh to be found anywhere on the
planet.

Being in the United States, he was still among the majority of boys, which
means that he was cut. But I was used to that after a lifetime of
cock-worship, so, while I found the difference of uncircumcised dicks to be
exciting, familiarity made me prefer the equipment that I was most
practiced felating. Which is right where I was going, scooting up between
his knees to take hold of the two and a half inch, finger-thick cock and
bringing the tiny head to my lips. He moaned when I swabbed the surface
with my tongue while suckling on the glans. When I plunged down to the root
and buried my face in his bald, pudgy, pubic pad, the game was over. At
least the fake-sleep part. The role play was ramping up.

"Daddy? What are you doing?" he asked in mock surprise, pretending to have
just woken up to find me there.

Reluctantly letting him go, I answered, "Oh...hey tiger...well, you looked
so pretty that I couldn't resist playing with you. Is that ok?"

"Daddy, boys aren't pretty!" he scolded.

"Sorry, buddy, how about `hot' or `sexy' or `handsome'? How about, `the
most perfect boy ever'?" I added while I stroked his steel-hard cock, then
slipped him back inside my mouth, twirling my tongue around and around his
little shaft while he squirmed and moaned under me. I was aware of
pleasurable sounds escaping my own lips as I worked hard to please him,
running my hands up under his top, along his flat, skinny chest and
tweaking his minuscule nipples. He groaned, accepting my new words of
praise and letting himself enjoy my work, running his hands through my hair
as I sucked.

If I was a better person, I would have stayed here, proselytizing at the
alter of boy beauty. But it wasn't enough for me. "Hey, buddy," I said
between slurps, "would you like to see daddy's wiener?" We were way beyond
this euphemism, but what could sound dirtier than the babiest name for the
adultest part? Not answering, Bobby got a smile across his cute face and
nodded vigorously. Letting him go, I stood beside the bed and undid my
pants. Still not able to take the lead, Bobby watched and waited, his eyes
nervous and eager. When I finally hoisted my cock out of its trap and
presented it to the little boy, he couldn't help grinning. Bobby liked to
be naughty and had taken to this particular naughtiness like a fish to
water.

"Who wants to suck on daddy's cock?" I asked knowingly, "he sure could use
a nice lick from a sweet boy."

"I want to, daddy!" he said cheerily with a gleam in his eye. Stepping
forward, I pressed my dick down toward the prone boy and he opened right up
to take in the tip. He hadn't been doing this long, but after the first
time, we had practiced a lot and it showed. He sounded like he was having
desert as he worked his lips over my glans, no teeth at all, just smooth
tongue and the tight "o" of his mouth.

"Oh, Bobby...suck on daddy's cock, baby," I moaned. He was so good, the
pleasure that little mouth sent through me was the best that I'd ever
had. I'd lucked into something special here.

Just as he started to take a bit more cock into him, my phone, that was
sitting beside his bed, began to ring. When I saw who it was, I just smiled
and picked up, "Hey, Robert, how's the date night?" I greeted Bobby's dad.

"Hey, man, we're having a ball," he answered, "how's everything there?
Bobby being ok?"

"He's good," I said, "but he misses his daddy. He likes me, but I know that
he wishes it was you in my place," I continued while I stroked the boys
head. He was listening and I'm pretty sure that he sensed the perversion,
or if not, he at least liked getting away with something.

"Did he go to bed ok?"

"Yeah, he's been asleep for half an hour, but he just woke up, so I'm
giving him a snack. You want to say `hi'?" I asked and turned the speaker
on without waiting for an answer. "Say hi to daddy," I told Bobby, who had
to let my cock go with a wet smack.

"Hi, daddy!" he beamed, "I wish that you were home right now," and
proceeded to take my cock back inside his mouth and slide down far enough
to tickle his throat causing him to gag.

"You ok, tiger?" his dad asked.

"Yeah," I answered for him, "he's licking an ice cream cone and choked on
it a little." Bobby took this hint and started to lick my cock like it was
a triple scoop, twisting his baby tongue around and around before
salivating over the tip.

"Ok, kiddo, take it easy and be good to Mr. Rowe," then he addressed me,
"Hey, we were going to hit another bar, but that means we won't be home for
a couple of hours, is that ok?"

Bobby stopped sucking for a second and nodded his head excitedly, "Sure,
that's no problem," I told him, "I'll see if I can get him worn out and
back to bed," I said, possible forms of exercise filling my disgusting
mind.

"Thanks, man, we'll see you soon," he responded and hung up without waiting
for me to respond. I placed the phone down and just enjoyed Bobby's
dedication to the task for a moment when he slipped off and shocked me by
suggesting, "Can we try again to, you know, like in the movie?" This
question came from something that is not my proudest moment; I had shown
Bobby some gay porn to get over any concern that "boys don't do that with
boys". He loved it and wanted to try everything that he saw, and I'm sure
you can guess where that led. Our failed attempt at penetration had come
two weeks before and neither of us had brought it up despite playing these
games several times since then.

"Yeah," he said, "it didn't hurt, it just didn't work." This was true, it
wasn't for tears that we'd stopped, but lack of progress and lack of time.

"Ok, precious, on your belly," I told him and he quickly flipped over. I
was stuck with a decision of whether to take off his shirt or leave it on,
but the naked lower half looked even sexier below the cartoon, pajama top,
so I sacrificed the touch of skin for the visual. I bent his right leg to
turn his ass slightly, lifting his pelvis off of the bed and rotating to
lay at forty five degrees. I always found this to be the easiest way with a
young boy, letting him relax and opening everything on the inside. I
dropped down and stuck my tongue back into his loose boyhole, getting him
good and wet before I reached into my discarded pants pocket and pulled out
a small jar of lube. Hopefully this was the secret ingredient that was
missing last time. I had kept it boy-scout ready every time that we'd been
together since.

The first gelled finger slipped so smoothly into his steamy rectum that I
quickly added a second. Bobby didn't even flinch, his head on his folded
hands, turned to the side with his eyes closed, you might even think that
he was asleep. The ease with which I was entering the sweet boy, plunging
and twisting my fingers to the sound of small grunts and moans, I decided
that it was time to try again. Not dexterous enough to lube my dick without
withdrawing my fingers, I had to pull out to squeeze a few drops and coat
my adult cock.

"You ready for daddy, baby?" I asked, the boy gasping at the touch of my
slippery dick at his tender place.

"Um, hm," he said quietly, "go ahead daddy."

Not waiting for him to reconsider, I applied the smallest amount of
pressure and it was immediately apparent that things would be different
this time. I was above him as I pushed and the tight ring of muscle yielded
to my crown, slipping gently over my cockhead and allowing the first inch
to enter his nether hole. "Oh god!" I blurted in shock, "I'm inside you,
baby!" I couldn't believe what I was seeing, but even more, what I was
feeling. The grip of his sphincter around me in conjunction with the
sponginess of his insides were taking me to another planet.

"Mmmm" was all that he said in response. Sensing some give, I began to slip
a little more in, then withdrew before gaining two more inches. It seemed
that halfway inside his ass was all that was in the cards, and I was fine
to take what I could get, rocking in and out an inch at a time, Bobby
started to grunt each time that I'd hit the point of resistance.

"You're such a good boy for daddy. God...fuck baby, you're so fucking hot,"
I mumbled as I lay down beside him. I had been holding myself above the
little boy, but now I was able to pull him more to me and surrounded him
with my body, spooning around his tiny frame and pressing his back to my
chest as I sunk a little deeper eliciting a quick cry, followed by a groan
as he opened more than I ever thought that he could. I had one foot on the
bed for leverage but otherwise lay behind him and suddenly he yielded, my
cock actually making a wet, squishy sound as it sank into him and we both
groaned, stopping with just an inch remaining.

"Are you all the way in?" he asked, his voice quivering, "Like the guys in
the movie?" The movie had contained adults slamming each other balls deep,
and while I didn't think that we'd reach his goal, I was impressed and
completely satisfied with where we had made it to.

"Not quite, but I'm almost all in you, my whole big cock inside your little
butthole," I rambled, "Fuck, it's so good," I announced as I pulled back
and then slipped back into him as deep as possible. We were moving now,
really fucking, not just working to gain ground. The three quarters of my
cock that the little boy was managing to take was enough as the pleasure
coursed through me.

I would have been happy to stay right here, slowly slipping my cock in and
out of the sweet boyhole from behind, increasing the pace until we both
exploded, but Bobby had other ideas, "Do it like the movie, face to face,"
he ordered. Not one to deny a child, I slipped out of him with a pop and
watched him roll onto his back. He was still so hard and knew exactly what
to do, pulling his knees up and presenting himself to me in a mimic of the
porn that we watched. Kneeling below him, I took the opportunity to add
lube to both of us and started a re-entry.

In one slow push I was almost all of the way in, his flinching body telling
me where to stop and I began to fuck him, staring down at his sweet face,
his hard dick and the pajama top that he was still wearing. The
juxtaposition between my adult cock and his tiny ass combined with the
childish dress and little boy things surrounding us in the kid's room were
setting my perviest synapses firing and I stated to really fuck him.

Bobby was only grunting now, a small, "Ugh," each time that I entered. I
was leaning over him, our faces so close, the boy staring into my eyes,
unblinking as I plowed his little ass. He was far enough below me that when
I felt the urge to touch him with my lips, the easiest spot to reach was
the top of his head, but as soon as I pressed my lips to his forehead he
said, "Like the movie."

It took me a second to understand, but he pursed his lips and I remembered
the scene we had watched was filled with passionate kissing. Taking the
instruction, I craned my neck to reach his lips, covering them with my
large mouth over his slight one. Pressing us together hard, my hips still
in motion, withdrawing and plunging over and over, it seemed like the
strong connection, or maybe the distraction, made his tunnel soften and I
suddenly felt myself slide that last inch to find my bush pressed hard
against his body, his proud little cock rubbing against my stomach.

"Oh!" he cried at this final intrusion, then let my lips go and he stared
at me wide-eyed as his breath came in heaves.

"I'm in all the way, baby," I told him and smoothed his hair, "Daddy's all
of the way inside of you, tiger."

"Don't be daddy anymore, I want you to be you," he said calmly, my dick
lurching and my heart melting at this reversal.

"Oh, baby," I moaned and brought my lips strongly back against him and
started to take long, full strokes into the tiny boy. He was grunting into
my mouth with each slap against him and I felt my pleasure rising to the
finish. Our lips breaking apart I announced, "Oh, Bobby, I'm gonna cum...oh
fuck!"

Almost in a panic, he frantically said, "Like the movie, like the movie!"
Again trying to process his request quickly, I realized what he wanted:

I was able to take two quick stabs into his decadent rectum before I felt
the wave of pleasure wash over me and I pulled out of my dick's nice, warm
home. Rapidly crawling up his body on my knees while pounding away at my
penis with my hand, I announced, "Fuck, take it...Bobby...oh!" and the wave
hit me, the orgasm seeming to come from every part of me, from my toes to
the top of my head until lurching out of my cock, so carefully aimed like
in the movie; straight at the angelic face and nervous smile of my tiny
lover.

"Ugh!" was the last sound I made followed by a roar as the first shot flew
out of my dickhead and splashed right across his sweet face and onto the
pillow above him. It caused him to gasp until the next throw, which landed
right across his nose and lips. By the third shot I had moved inches
farther up the bed and now aimed right down into his open mouth, two shots
entering there, the experienced boy taking my semen inside, closing his
lips for a quick swallow. One more shot crossed his closed lips before he
opened again and I pressed the glans back between them, the adorable nine
year-old never considering refusing to suck the cock direct from his own
asshole.

"Bobby," I sighed, holding his cheek in my palm, "you're the best thing in
my life, I love you, baby boy."

Letting go of my funky cock, he smiled, his cum streaked face a sight to
erect any cock, "I love you, too," he panted, "and Mr. Rowe?"

"Yeah, sweetie."

"I'm glad that it was you tonight," he said with a sweet smile, "and not my
daddy."

The End