Date: Sun, 2 Jun 2013 23:37:26 +0200 (CEST)
From: Patrick Summers <p.summers@web.de>
Subject: Taking Sammy part 2

Over the next weeks, I slowly and carefully introduced my little son to the
pleasure that could be wrung from a male body. He was fascinated with the
differences between us and could spent hours playing with my pubic hair or
even with my limp cock.

If someone had told me after Clara's death that I'd find happiness again
only a few months after her passing, I'd have had them committed. But in
Sammy, I had found a considerate, gentle and curious little lover that
excited me with more than his looks. Of course, him being a 10-year-old and
me being aroused by children had a lot to do with our compatibility as
well.

As it was, my depression was gone and I was again able to enjoy life fully.
Sammy had prospered under my constant attention and his gentle humor had
begun to show itself again. I almost choked to death on my beer when he'd
given me my Valentine's Day present: an apron that said "Kiss the Cock" on
it. I'd tickled him mercilessly for that, but wore it proudly nonetheless.

Over the weeks, I had slowly introduced him to the joys his little body
could bring him and had gotten my fair share of pleasure out of it as well.
I hadn't yet fucked my small son though, but I was slowly working up to it.

Like now, when I had my son on all fours on the bed, naked and trembling as
I'd teased him for quite a while. It would be so easy to take him right
away, but I knew that he wasn't quite ready yet.

Coming to kneel behind him, I stared at his beautiful tiny hole for quite
some time. It was only slightly darker than the skin surrounding it, pink
flesh puckered and twitching as I blew on it gently. I was already hard and
leaking, but paid it no mind.

Sammy made a sound and moved his hips a little, probably impatient for
more.

"Bear down now," I instructed softly as I slowly pressed my lubed index
finger into him.  As always, he balked a little at first, before
remembering to relax.

"Uh," he breathed as his hole clenched tightly around my invading finger
and he moaned softly at the twinge of pain the intimate penetration made
him feel.

I eased the long digit in fully, ignoring his small whimpers of discomfort,
before starting to wriggle around inside the velvety channel until I found
that little magic nub that had my small son shudder dramatically and press
his ass back hard into my hand.

Sammy was very sensitive there. The first time I'd massaged him like this,
he'd had an intense orgasm so quickly that it'd stunned him into fainting.
The incident had frightened me at first as I hovered anxiously over my
unconscious son, but he'd recovered soon after and was on cloud nine and
half-hard for the rest of the day.

"Uh. Uh, d-daddy," he stuttered breathlessly as I tickled his young
inexperienced prostate, barely touching it, so he only felt the barest hint
of that special, wonderfully intense burning pleasure.

I slowly caressed the little bundle of sensitive nerve-endings with
maddening little pets, making Sammy twitch and gasp with every one of
them. "Uh! UhÉ uh. Uh. Uh. Uh- NooooÉ."

Grinning at his disappointed sigh, I pulled out my finger to wet it
thoroughly. Slipping it back in, Sammy braced himself against the deeper
penetration, but started begging almost right away as I expertly but still
lightly fondled his pulsing prostate.

"Oh, uh, uh. Yes, right t-there. Uh, p-please." Sammy mewled, jerkily
moving his small ass this way and that in search of more pleasure. "Uh!
Please, touch m-me there, Daddy!  Uhhh, yes, p-please, please,
plea-aaahhh!"

I'd suddenly pressed down hard on his little pleasure button, kneading it
repeatedly with hard rubs of my fingertip. Sammy jerked as if electrified
as sharp heat shot through his groin in rapid pulses.

He moved back into me, crying out in time to every rub of my moving finger,
totally lost in the overwhelming waves of sexual sensation he didn't quite
know how to handle. He was trembling all over and his little hole was
squeezing my finger in a most pleasurable way. My cock burned in
unfulfilled desire and I moaned a little at the almost-pain of it.

From this angle I couldn't see his small pecker, but I knew that it was
hard and that already he was close. It usually didn't take much for Sammy
to surrender to orgasm, especially not when I was working his prostate like
this.

A series of lightning-quick but intense rubs over the hot nub and he froze,
giving a strangled yell as he bucked wildly into the friction and came
furiously, writhing into the pleasure. "Uhhh-aaaahhh!"

He was clenching down so hard around my digit that I grimaced. Shaking as
he mewled out the severe surges of his dry climax, he sounded a bit
tortured by the feelings racing through him. The sounds he made were
divine, every pant, whimper and moan sent bolts of heat through me and I
was determined to urge more from him.

At last, though, he began to calm little by little, face planted deep into
the pillow, ass sticking out beautifully. I had my finger deep into him
still and used it to prolong his peak by circling his prostate with lighter
but still thorough strokes.

"Ah, ah, ah," he panted almost desperately, shuddering as white-hot
aftershocks raced through him, tensing up every time I purposefully touched
the pulsing and very sensitive knot inside him. "Ah! AhÉ ah, ah, ahhh."

Despite my efforts he was slowly coming down from the high, relaxing deeper
into the bed as he did. But I wasn't yet done with him. I pulled back a
bit, enjoying the way his hole clung to me, and slowly started to gently
massage it, slowly inching closer again to that one precious area, teasing
him insistently.

"Um," He mewled, drawing his ass away slightly. Having none of that, I
increased the pressure a little, holding his hips to keep him from moving.

"Hold still, baby," I murmured breathlessly, hard as a rock myself as I
showed my son that specific kind of multiple orgasms only a still
dry-cumming boy could have.

"Uh, Daddy," By now he was taking huge gulps of air that shook his whole
body and a fine sheen of sweat covered his flawless back. "'S too m-much."

I grinned. "It's just starting to get good, Sammy, remember?"

"WhatÉ? Uh," He gasped as my other hand suddenly encircled his soft
little cock, stroking it rhythmically to coax life back into it. "Uh,
Daddy. Uh!"

Writhing back and forth, both trying to intensify and escape the maddening
touches, my young son protested dazedly, words interspersed with guttural
moans of pleasure. "Uh, i-it's too, uh, too m-much. Uh. Uh!"

Grinning, I held him with a firm hand on his twitching little dick and the
finger that was sliding into his most private place like it belonged there.

As if against his will, his legs opened, knees sliding apart on the
mattress until his belly was almost touching it. He'd grabbed the pillow
tightly and had gathered it to his chest, was wheezing into it as I stroked
his prostate, counterpointing the soft massage with quick pulls on his
small penis.

"Oh!" He groaned, totally overcome by the ecstasy I was evoking in him,
feelings he was not quite ready to handle. "Oh! OhÉ!"

He was close again, lost in a sexual frenzy that had my 10-year-old
innocent son shake and shudder in fearful anticipation, whining as he
neared the peak again. "Daddy," he whimpered as his orgasm began to
overwhelm him, crying out from the shocking intensity of it. "Ah! Daddy!!!"

His little dick was throbbing in my hand as he keened and clamped down on
me, harsh breaths drawn from him as he came hard, crying out wordlessly,
again and again. By the end of it, he was crying softly, but they were good
tears, satisfied tears. It had taken me a while to know the difference.

I drew away right away then and Sammy trembled under me, helpless little
sounds coming from him as he slowly began to wind down and the tears
subsided. Knowing that he needed me now, I pulled my son into my arms and
let him shiver and whimper through the aftershocks as his small body
desperately tried to return to normal.

He was so beautiful like this, all smooth skin and coltish clumsiness, so
sexy in his hazy acceptance of pleasure, even as he had no idea about
it. His head was lying on my chest and finally I could hear him hum softly
in total contentment.

When he looked up at me, his face was awash in emotions. "I love you," he
whispered.  "You make me feel so good. Even if I don't want to feel
anymore, you make me do it and sometimes it kind of hurts at first but it's
always worth it at the end. Always."

I gulped, biting back tears at my son's simple declaration. What it showed
was more than just his devotion to me as a lover. It also told me that he
was getting ready for the next step, was trusting me to know best and was
giving up his body to me fully.

"I love you too, baby," I whispered back, "and I'll always make you feel
good, as long as I live."

"Even," he asked haltingly. "Even when I get older and grow hair and my
voice changes?"

"Yes," I promised, so very sure that what I felt for my son would transcend
my affliction.  He would always be my little boy, no matter how old he
got. Half of my desire for him was fueled by his sweet personality anyway Ð
which promptly asserted itself as Sammy stirred and his leg bumped into my
still rock-hard cock.

I'd given my own arousal no relief during our earlier play and my cock was
slick from leaking pre-cum all over the place and so hard it was almost
painful. Sammy mustered it for a moment and then he climbed on top of me.

"What are you doing?" I asked gently, but didn't stop him. Sammy had just
lately begun to take the initiative and I didn't want to spook him.

Shooting me a quick grin, Sammy didn't answer. Instead, he lowered himself
down so that his crotch was resting on my swollen cock. I moaned softly as
his warm, pliant little body made contact with my arousal. His skin was hot
and so very soft and I was desperate for some stimulation to push me over
the edge.

Leaning his hands on my chest, with his whole weight lying on top of me,
Sammy wiggled a little to find the perfect position and then he slowly
began to move. He rocked on top of me, slick making for a smooth glide as
his little penis rubbed my balls, his soft belly pressing along my
length. It was a glorious feeling, loving and gentle and so very hot.

"Oh, baby, yes," I moaned, lying passively underneath him. "That feels so
damn good."  He was humming as he established a firm, sensuous rhythm that
had me breathing hard in mere moments, the pre I kept spitting out aiding
the movements. The slip and slide of his small hips grinding into mine were
creating a squelchy, sucking sensation; the delicate skin of my engorged
cock wetly dragging back and forth most pleasurably, it all felt almost too
good.

Warm, velvety friction, the soft rasp of skin against skin, wet squishing
sounds and my son's deep breaths interspersed with my own moansÉ it was
all too much for me.

Almost in a trance I felt my cock throb and waves of pleasure pulsed
through my whole body. I was groaning softly as an intense but strangely
calm orgasm burned through my cock. I arched my hips up a little but
otherwise didn't move at all as my balls emptied in heavy spurts of bliss.

My cum flowing between us, Sammy still kept moving gently, only stopping
when my cock was empty and limp and resting beside his own smaller one.

Letting out a shuddering sigh of deep contentment, I rested for a
while. Slowly coming back to reality after the dream-line encounter, I
pulled Sammy up high enough so that I could softly kiss him on the
lips. "Thank you, baby," I murmured and he gave me a shy smile as he
snuggled into me.

Cum, lube and sweat made for a sticky mess and we needed a shower bad, but
right at that moment, nothing would have made me want to move.



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