Date: Sun, 24 Feb 2019 23:27:14 +0000
From: Dragonlover2000 <Dragonlover2000@protonmail.com>
Subject: The Overnight Shift -- Story 3

The following story contains scenes in which an adult man has sexual
contact with a young boy. If you find this disturbing, please read no
further. This work is strictly from the mind of the author; strictly a work
of fiction and fantasy.

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Story 3

Love is glorious, isn't it? Especially when a young boy expresses that love
for you. When working in the capacity of an overnight counselor. you
develop attachments to the boys you work with, and they develop those same
attachments for you. This story is about one boy who, at the age of 9
developed a deep love for me. I could read it in his deep brown eyes.

As per usual, I clocked in for my shift at 10:55 PM and got the shift
report from the 3 to 11 staff. No problems to be reported, everything went
very well. The boys were all well behaved for the previous 8 hours. Which
was good because if they behaved all day, most likely everything would be
OK for my shift. Bad behavior often carried over into my shift, which could
cause a great deal of stress, depending on how bad the bad behavior is.

On this particular night after the day staff left for the night, I settled
in. I did the house chores like the laundry and emptying the dishwasher. I
also cleaned the bathrooms and dining room. After all of that, I turned off
all unnecessary lights, put on an Enya CD on the stereo system and curled
up on the sofa with my novel.

At around 1:30 AM, I heard the sound of bare feet padding down the left
hallway. I looked up to see Georgio standing there next to my sofa wearing
only plain white undies, briefs. Slim, 9 and very cute! He was a little
black boy who had some pretty serious issues. His mother was pretty abusive
to him when he was younger, for which she was currently serving a lengthy
prison term.

"Hey babe, are you OK?" I asked.

"No. Bad dream," he said, yawning.

"Oh my. Well how about you come, sit next to me and we'll talk about it," I
said, patting the empty space next to me.

He came over and sat down right close to me. He didn't need to lean on me
as he was close enough that there was no space between us at all. I put my
arm around his bare shoulders and gave him a little squeeze.

"I hate bad dreams," he said.

"I know. So do I. Do you remember what you dreamed about?" I asked.

"My momma. I don't remember everything but she was bein' mean as always,"
he said.

"Oh, OK. Well she can't be mean to you in real life, right?" I said.

"I guess not since she in prison a real long time," he said.

"So, you shouldn't let your dreams about her upset you. Its just bad reams,
babe. She will never hurt you again. You can count on that," I told him.

"Yeah, you right. Can I sit out here with you for a while? I don't want to
be alone," he asked me.

"Of course. Go get your blanket."

He got up, went to his room and came back with a thin, white blanket; the
kind that are typically found in hospitals.

He plopped down next to me again, pulling the blanket around the both of
us. He then leaned against me, putting his head on my shoulder. I held him
close with my arm around his shoulder again. His smooth, light ebony skin
was an instant turn-on. I gently stroked his arm with my fingers. He was
quiet for a while, but I could tell he had something on his mind, and he
was building up the courage to tell me about it. And then it came.

"Do you love me?" he asked. I was taken aback.

"Of course i do, sweetheart. I love all of you boys. You're all very
special to me," I told him.

"No, I mean like do you love me in other ways. Like... ummm... like maybe
someone you'd want to kiss?" he asked.

"Georgio, do you mean like maybe a man and a woman love each other?" I
asked. I already knew the answer.

"I guess so," he said shyly, looking down and avoiding my eyes.

"Honey, I do love you, OK? You are very special. But, the kind of love
you're talking about is for older people. You know, like teenagers or big
people. That's called romantic love. That's when they love each other
enough to maybe get married, live together and have kids," I said.

"OK. So I can't love like that yet? 'Cause I have certain feelings like
for..." he trailed off. I waited for him to finish, but he didn't. I
finished for him.

"... for me?" I asked.

He nodded shyly.

"Babe, I'm honored that you feel that way about me, I really am. And I love
you, too, like I said. But you understand we can't get married, right? And
we can't have kids, right?"

He giggled a little.

"Yeah, we can't have kids 'cause you ain't a girl and I ain't too!" he
said.

"Right. So that would be pretty hard then. And, I am 28 years old, and
you're 9. There are laws against that, too," I said.

"I guess so. But we learned in school that when people love each other they
show it by... by... you know. Doing stuff," he said, giggling.

"Oh, I know what you mean. And that's big boy stuff," I said. I knew this
would get a reaction.

"I AM a big boy! I'm 9. Just turned 9 last month," he said looking into my
eyes now.

"OK fine. You're a big boy. But I don't think you're quite old enough to
really know about what big people do in that way," I said.

"I do too! Its when a boy... he... I think he... I know it has to do with
his peter," he said.

"You're right about it having to do with his peter. Do you know anything
else?" I asked him.

He thought for a minute.

"No. I don't. But I can learn, right?" he said.

"I guess you could. What do you know about peters?" I asked him with
genuine curiosity.

"A lot. I seen some of the boys here naked a lot. They have peters like I
do," he told me.

"Sure, all boys have peters. What else?" I asked.

"Um, well... like when I see a boy naked MY peter feels funny," he said.

"Ah, I see. Well, that's OK. Its a perfectly normal feeling. It means that
you like what you see. You DO like seeing them naked, don't you?" I asked.

"Yeah. Its like when I was a lil kid, I hated shower time. Now I like it
'cause I get to see the boys naked," he said.

"Sure. That's a BIG plus to shower time, isn't it? And how do you feel
about the boys seeing YOU naked?" I asked.

He smiled shyly and looked down.

"Come on... tell me," I said, squeezing his shoulders a little and smiling.

"Well, I like it. Its like I want them to, you know?" he said.

"Sure I do. When you see the boys naked, you feel funny in your peter. And
when they see YOU naked, it naked you feel the same way. Totally OK, babe,"
I said.

"Wow, you know how I feel?" he asked in shock.

"Hey, of course I do. I was 9 years old once myself, you know," I said with
a chuckle.

"Yeah, I guess you were! So, like did you ever feel that way, you know when
you were 9? In your peter?" he asked me.

"Sure I did. Lots and lots of times. Like I said, boys have certain
feelings when it comes to that kind of stuff. And its OK to have them," I
told him.

He sat and thought for a moment. I could tell once again he was building up
to something. Then he spoke up.

"Like, what if I were to ummm... take off my underwear. Under this
blanket. Would you get mad?" he asked with a smile.

"Well, no. Of course not. But it would need to be secret. The staff don't
like that kind of stuff," I said.

"Oh I promise if you do," he replied.

"I promise," I said.

He smiled and paused. I guess he was thinking about how to pull this
off. Then he started wiggling around under the blanket, and squirming. He
then pulled his undies out from under the blanket and put them on the
floor. Then he gave me a shy grin.

"Feel better?" I asked.

"Yeah. Feels funny though. We ain't supposed to be naked in the living
room. But its cool," he said.

"Sure it is. And I'm totally OK with you being naked and so close to me," I
said, smiling.

"I ain't naked though. I'm in this blanket," he said.

"Well, how about this. In your own time, when you feel like you want to
come out of the blanket, you can. And you can be as slow or as fast as you
want to," I said.

He thought for a minute, and then slowly parted the blanket so that his
entire front was visible. He giggled. I had never seen Georgio naked
before, and what a sight to behold! His penis was about 3 inches in length,
and he was cut. His scrotum was a bit bigger than most boys under 10 that I
had seen. He saw me looking and smiled wide.

"Feels weird," he said with a giggle.

"Don't. Its totally OK. Can I tell you you're very cute?" I asked him.

"Yeah I guess so. You like my..." he trailed off.

"...your peter?" I asked. "Sure I do. Its very nice."

He giggled again. He then looked into my eyes and reached for my hand. He
slowly guided it over to his penis and placed it gently on top of it. He
looked at me again, his eyes asking if this was OK with me. I gave him a
small nod of approval.

"You can do what you want with it," he said.

I nodded again. I didn't want to scare him by moving to fast or appear too
eager, so I just gently took it in my hand and ever so gently rubbed it
back and forth, moving the skin over his glans and back again. He was
totally liking this, as evident by the immediate reaction of his penis. It
started growing instantly, and withing 30 seconds it was at full
attention. It stuck up at an angle and was maybe 4 inches in length. He
seemed proud of it because the smile on his face said "pride".

"It does that when I play with it, too. I do it after I pee and in the
shower. Sometimes at night, too," he told me.

"That's called an erection. It means your peter feels really good. Its
reacting to something you're seeing or feeling," I told him.

"I'm feeling you rubbing it!" he said laughing.

He spread his legs, exposing his whole scrotum, letting his small balls
dangle freely.

"Play with my balls," he said.

I did. They were pure and plump. If he was old enough to fully ejaculate
I'm sure he would have let out a huge amount of cum. But, he was still only
9. He was really getting into it, laying his head on my shoulder with his
eyes closed. His breathing was getting heavy.

As time went on I kept rubbing, and I could tell he was about to climax in
a very short time. His breathing quickened. I knew he was almost there. And
then...

"Uh oh! I have to pee!" he said jumping up. Naked, he started towards the
bathroom down the hall. I called him back.

"Babe! Come on back. No, you don't have to pee. That feeling means
something super great is going to happen. Come on back here and I'll prove
it. Come on..." I said.

He came back and sat back down. I picked up where I left off, and he was
back into it in no time. He told me that the feeling of having to pee was
back, and I told him to just go with it and let it out. I felt him starting
to react further, his penis getting stiffer and starting to slightly
pulsate. He was letting out a slight moan at this point, and it was getting
louder. And then, he reached that point. A 14 year old boy would be
shooting his load all over his stomach at this point, but this 9 year old
boy's penis just throbbed hard and then stood totally stiff for a few
seconds, and then throbbed again. Georgio's little body went totally stiff
at that point, his bottom lifting off the sofa and his toes curling. He let
out one final moan of ecstasy. When I knew he was done, and I could feel
his boner relaxing, I let him go. Then I kissed his lips lightly. He
smiled.

"Yo, that was cool! I never felt like that before. It felt like my peter
was gonna totally blow up!" he exclaimed.

"That's what's supposed to happen. The best part is, you can make that
happen any time you want. You just can't do it like out in public. Or
around other staff," I said.

"Yeah, that was great. Do you think the other boys feel that way in their
peters?" he asked.

Knowingly, I winked at him.

"They sure do."

I told him it was time to go to sleep. He didn't want to go back to bed
yet, so I let him lay naked, under the blanket, his head on my lap. I
gently stroked his hair until he fell asleep. I then carried him to his
room and laid him on his bed. I slipped his undies back on and covered him
up.

Love. What a special thing.

Nifty Archivist: Please add this story to my "The Overnight Shift"
series. Thank you!

Dragonlover