Date: Fri, 23 May 2008 18:37:08 -0300 From: Jonathan K Subject: Take Good Care of My Boy - part 2 All rights reserved by the author. (c) 2008 Please send feedback. This is my first story. I got some great responses to Part 1 and they really inspired me to keep going with the story, so thank you all for taking the time to write. Part 3 should follow eventually, but I want to continue developing the plot, which is harder than writing sex scenes. So please be patient. DISCLAIMER: The story contains graphic descriptions of sexual acts between adult and underaged males. Do not read if it is illegal for you to do so. This is a complete fiction. None of this is real or linked to any actual events or persons, living or dead. If you can't tell the difference between fantasy and reality, please stop reading now. Otherwise, enjoy. "TAKE GOOD CARE OF MY BOY" - Part 2 by Jonathan K I was lying in bed with a beautiful naked little boy pressed against my body, as we both recovered from the intense orgasms we had just experienced together. My mind was unable to process what had just happened. This was a moment of pure, post-orgasmic bliss, and no outside thought was allowed to intrude. I must have dozed off, though only for a brief moment. When I came back to my senses, the first thing I became aware of was the stickiness between us. My cum hadn't completely dried yet, and it was all over the boy and me. What a mess! I hadn't cum this much since I was eighteen. I leaned over and grabbed the box of tissues that was on the bedside table. I used several tissues, trying to clean as much of the gooey stuff from myself and the boy's body as I could, but this clearly wasn't very effective. So much for that shower I'd taken earlier this morning, I thought. The boy looked a little bit grossed out by all this, and I couldn't really blame him. He seemed to have enjoyed everything we had just done together, but now that it was over, he was probably feeling uncomfortable being covered in cum. "Why is your pee so sticky," he asked. "Mine doesn't feel this way." It just occurred to me at that point that he probably didn't understand what this was or why it came out of my penis. The full impact of what had just happened then dawned on me. I had just blown a load all over a prepubescent boy! "It's not pee," I said. "It's called semen, although people usually call it cum. Grown men produce this stuff when they get really excited, like I just did." "Oh," he said. He still looked puzzled. "Remember that feeling you had earlier while I was playing with your penis?" "Yeah," he said, smiling coyly. "It felt good." "Yes, it did, didn't it? Well, remember how you thought you were going to pee when the feeling became really intense?" "Uh-huh." "That's called an orgasm," I said. "If you'd been old enough to produce sperm, then it would have shot out of your penis at that point, just like it did out of mine when I came." "When you came?" "Yeah, it's called cumming. To cum means to have an orgasm." "So... it felt good, when the sperm came out?" "Yes. It felt really good. In fact, that was one of the best orgasms I ever had in my life. That's because you made me very excited." He thought about this for a moment. He probably had a lot of other questions, but we'd have to discuss them later. "Let's go to the washroom and get cleaned up," I said. As we walked over to the washroom, both of us still completely naked, I let him walk ahead of me and admired his cute little butt, with its two perfect round cheeks. It occurred to me that I had not paid enough attention to that part of his body earlier this morning. But then I tried to dismiss these thoughts when I felt my dick starting to come to life again. One thing at a time, I thought. First we'll clean up, and then I'll figure out what to do next. We hadn't even had breakfast, yet. "All right," I said. "What's the best way to do this?" I picked up a washcloth from the shelf and considered just getting it wet and then washing the boy with it, but it would probably be simpler if I just ran a bath and put him in it. So I went over to the tub and adjusted the temperature. Once it was comfortable, I told the boy to get in. He sat in the water and once the tub was full enough I turned off the faucet. "Do you wanna wash yourself, or would you like me to do it?" I asked. "You can do it," he replied. "All right." I picked up the soap bar and sat on the edge of the tub. I started soaping up his back and shoulders, then his arms. This was another opportunity for me to explore his wonderful young body, and I had to concentrate on the task of washing him, so as not to get too distracted by letting my hands wander where they were not supposed to go. I made him put lift his arms so I could wash his arm pits. He looks unbelievably cute with his arms up and I admired those sexy little arm pits, with a perfectly smooth little cavity. My cock was definitely waking up. I thought about Homer Simpson telling himself to "think unsexy thoughts" in that episode where he's gets tempted to sleep with another woman, but I looked at the boy in front of me and realized that trying to think unsexy thoughts while washing my cum off of such a perfect, cute little creature as this was futile. So I resigned myself to the task and finished washing his upper body, then used the washcloth to rinse off the soap. Meanwhile, my cock continue to grow slowly and was now half-hard. I then made him stand up so I could wash the lower part of his body. I started at the bottom of his legs, making my way up to his thighs and eventually to that mid-section I'd been avoiding, knowing that once I got there it would be near impossible for me to focus on anything else. But at last it was time to take care of that special region. I made him turn so that his back was facing me, then I started rubbing the soap bar over his ass cheeks. Before long, his ass was covered with foam, so I put down the soap and started rinsing it off with the washcloth. As I caressed his cheeks with the cloth, I couldn't help squeezing them a little to feel how firm they were. I then slid the cloth along his crack a few times, obviously spending more time there than was necessary. "Bend over a little," I said. He complied, bending forward and resting his hands on his knees. Using both hands, I spread his cheeks gently and revealed the perfect little pink flower that was his asshole. I kept his cheeks spread open with my left hand, and with my right hand used the cloth to clean his little asshole thoroughly. Then, unable to resist, I put the cloth down and started rubbing his hole with my index finger directly, pressing gently on it and caressing it in a circular motion. He moaned softly as I continued doing this for some time. Needless to say, by this point, my cock was fully hard again. I made him stand up straight again and turn around, revealing his perfect little three-inch uncut cock, pointing straight up as I'd expected. Using the cloth again, I gently washed his scrotum and then moved up his small shaft and started rubbing it slowly. I kept doing this for maybe half a minute, transfixed by the repetitive movement and the sound of his accelerating breathing. Then I pushed back the foreskin carefully, all the way back, and started washing the head of his cock thoroughly. As I continued rubbing his glans, the sensation must have been getting really intense because he started squirming a little, so I let go of his cock and allowed him to catch his breath. "I think that's about as clean as you could ever get," I said. He stood there panting for a moment. It was obvious he wanted more. I still had myself to clean up, though, so I got inside the tub with him. I sat down at one end of the tub and quickly washed all the dried cum from my chest and stomach, while he stood here waiting. As he watched me wash up, his hand found its way to his penis as if subconsciously and he gave it a few squeezes. For a moment, I thought he was going to masturbate right in front of me, but either that never occurred to him or he was too shy to do it. When I had washed off all the dried cum, I couldn't resist him any longer. "Come closer," I said, spreading my legs a bit so he could walk between them. As he approached, I put both my hands on his ass and pulled him up real close to me. His cock was now right in front of my face. Still squeezing his ass in my hands, I gave his dick a long, slow lick, starting at the base and moving all the way up to the head. His cock twitched a little and he gasped when he felt my tongue on his dick, which he probably didn't expect. Then I took the head of his cock inside my mouth and I rubbed my tongue against it, twirling it in every direction, which caused him to start moaning again in that sexy little voice of his. I slid my lips down the whole length of his shaft and all the way back up, then repeated the motion over and over. I moved my hands from his butt to his hips and started guiding him into a humping motion to the rhythm of my sucking. He eventually got the hint and started fucking my mouth on his own. I moved one hand down to my cock and jerked myself off as I sucked on his young cock. His moaning became louder and wilder as he abandoned himself to his precociously triggered animal instincts. I continued pumping my cock madly, while letting my other hand slide back to his ass, squeezing it a few times. Then my fingers found his ass crack and slid all the way down to his hole, which I tickled lightly with my middle finger. When I did so, he yelled out: "Oh! Oh! I think I'm going to cum!" And he was right! He stopped humping my faced, grabbed the back of my head with both hands, shoved his cock all the way in and nearly screamed as his cock started pulsing wildly inside my mouth. Feeling his cock spasming inside of me triggered my own orgasm. I shot my second load of the day right into the bath water, When we were both done cumming, I took my mouth off his cock, pulled his face down to meet mine and gave him a long kiss, twirling my tongue against his. Then I looked him straight in the eyes and said: "You are an incredibly sexy little boy. I don't understand what brought you into my life, but you can stay with me for as long as you want!" He smiled, and then gave me a hug. This was without a doubt the most amazing day of my life. And we hadn't even had breakfast yet!