Date: Tue, 6 Jan 2009 19:16:44 -0800 From: Oral Litener Subject: Teddy Puts Ned to Bed (The people and events described here are completely fictional. This story involves young boys, nudity and graphically depicts a preteen sexual situation. If this offends you, or if there are laws in your area prohibiting you from reading this type of story...you should go somewhere else. If you choose to stay and read, I hope you enjoy the story. This is the second "Teddy" story and a third one is cumming (did I spell that right?) soon . If you do enjoy this story I would love to hear from you at orallite@inbox.com.) Since they first met at a Scout Jamboree two months before, Teddy Livingston and Brody Gannon became very good friends. They hadn't known each other before that Jamboree, even though they went to the same school, because Teddy had all advanced classes and the best that could be said about Brody was that he was an average student. Brody was more athletic than Brody but they shared just about every other interest; they loved the same video games, enjoyed RC cars, enjoyed shooting hoops (even though Teddy always lost when they played for points), they were both 12 y/o (Brody, however, never let Teddy forget he was six months older) and, of course, they both enjoyed Scouting. While Teddy and Brody were good friends, they were not like best friends or 'blood brothers' and, consequently knew little about each other on a personal level. Teddy, for instance, had no idea that Brody was gay and Brody was never told about Teddy's love of little boys. If these secrets were shared the events that took place this particular night at Brody's house would have probably never happened. Teddy and Brody, on this Friday night, were returning home late from a scouting trip. This was the first time Teddy had been to Brody's house and both were looking forward to the sleep over. They were planning on staying up most of the night just talking and horsing around (Brody hoped there would be a lot of horsing around) but they hadn't expected to be coming home as late or as tired as they were. Brody's Mom and Dad had long since gone to bed because they knew that Brody never got home before 11:00 from these trips and they trusted him totally; besides, they both worked weekends so they had to be up early the next morning. As they walked through the living room toward Brody's bedroom, Brody suddenly stopped, almost making Teddy crash into him in the dimly lit house. "Oh Shit!" Brody said. "What is it?" Teddy asked. "Did you forget something?" "No," Brody replied, his weariness reflected in his voice, "It's that!" he said as he pointed to a small boy, sound asleep and curled up in a large EZ chair. "Who's that?" Teddy asked. "My little brother Ned," Brody replied. "He did it again!" "Did what?" Teddy asked, a little confused by Brody's response. "He convince my mom and dad to let him stay up and wait for me to get home." Brody responded. "He always swears he'll stay awake but he never does so when I get home I have to get him into his pajamas and into bed before I can do anything else." "Hmmm. Can't you just wake him up and send him to bed?" Teddy asked. "How old is he anyway?" "He's 8 and you gotta be kiddin' about waking Ned" Brody replied. "When Ned falls asleep it would be easier to wake up my grandmother -- and she's been dead for two years." Teddy chuckled at that but thought to himself: 'This is too good. Look at that beautiful face and those beautiful arms and those great legs. And he sleeps like a rock -- definitely too good to pass up.' "Hey Brody," Teddy said, "you're dead tired -- you sound like you're even more tired than me. Why don't you go and get yourself to bed and let ME put the little guy to bed. It ain't no problem!" he finished hopefully. "No man," Brody replied, "you don't have to do that. He's my responsibility, not yours. "Hey listen dude," Teddy quickly replied, "I've probably got more experience putting kids to bed than you do," he lied, "during the holidays we have a house full of little guys about Ned's age and they always fall asleep all over the place. I'm always the one to get them to bed because their parents are usually too partied out to care if they fall asleep on the floor or the stairs." He said adding even a bigger lie. Then he immediately went over to the chair where Ned was curled up, put an arm under his legs and another behind his neck and easily lifted the little lightweight into his arms. Not wanting to give Brody a chance to say anything he quickly added, "Just show me where his room is and where you keep his PJs and I'll take care of the rest. You" he said, looking at his slumped over friend, "you'd better lay down before you fall down." "Well OK, if you're sure you want to bother." Brody replied, secretly happy to be relieved of the responsibility, "follow me!" Brody dragged his feet toward a hallway on the other side of the large living room, not aware that Teddy was practically floating from joy behind him. "This is my room," he said, gesturing toward a closed door at the beginning of the hallway, "and this, "he said, opening a door two doors down from his, "is Ned's room." Ned's room was full of little boy wonders, an aquarium with some colorful fish, a cage with a hamster (or maybe it was a large rat, Teddy thought) in residence, a large globe with the universe depicted on it, posters of some colorful Japanese cartoon characters lined the walls, and a little TV with a prehistoric Nintendo game system hooked up to it sat in one corner. "Ned's pajamas are in the top drawer here," Brody said, pointing at a three-drawer dresser. "You sure you can handle the little shit by yourself?" Brody asked, already half way out the door. "No problem buddy," Teddy responded, "Go catch some shut-eye and I'll be in when I'm finished!" Teddy's stomach, at this point, was turning flip flops. Not only had he never, ever put an 8 y/o boy to bed before but he had never ever been this close to a real one before. Up until now, Teddy drooled over little boys on the Internet, in magazines and in parks and swimming pools -- and then got home as fast as he could to beat his meat with visions of naked little boys running through his head. 'And look at me now,' he thought to himself, 'I've got my arms full of a perfect 8 y/o, I've got his ass resting on my right arm and my left hand up the back of his shirt caressing that smooth young flesh. Oh my God, I think I might blow my load before I even get him on the bed, much less in it. Teddy laid Ned carefully on top of his Shinobi bed spread and gained control of himself -- it wouldn't do to get over excited and orgasm before I even get his clothes off; THEN for sure, but not now. As Teddy undressed Ned, he talked to him. He talked very, very softly so he wouldn't wake him (as if he could) -- he talked mainly because it added another level of excitement to this adventure and because it made it seem like the boy was awake and allowing Teddy to undress him. "OK Neddy, lets get these little socks off you. Oh my little man, you have beautiful feet and, OHHH they smell just wonderful. Just like a little boys feet should smell after an active day. This little piggy went to market and this little piggy is going in my mouth. Ummm, tasty feet too! Now Neddy, what's next? The shirt or the pants. Oh I think you're right, the shirt should come first so you can show me your beautiful chest and tummy. OK now we sit you up and we get hold of the back of your shirt and sliiide it up, now the front, ok now we get your arms up in the air -- well I guess we have to do them one at a time, there we go, left arm out -- right arm out and head pops right out! Now you can lay back and just let me admire you. Just look at those nipples, so big for little guy like you. Lets find out how they taste shall we! Oh, this one tastes great -- just a little sweaty -- and this one, yummm that's an even better one. And what do we have here, an outie belly button. Oh my that's a real treat! I'll bet you can even suck a little on that skin thats sticking out. Let's try it! Oh -- oh -- oh my that's almost like sucking a tiny cock. You're making your Uncle Teddy really horny Neddy and I love you to pieces for that! OK Neddy you just wait right there a moment -- I've gotta go check on something then I'll be right back! Teddy stepped into the hall and quietly crept to Brody's door. He listened and, sure enough, he could hear Brody's gentle snoring. "Cool!" he said to himself as he quietly went back to Ned's room and silently closed the door. "Well Neddy its time to get those shorts off. Now don't be shy! You're Uncle Teddy has seen lots of little boys in their undies, and I'll bet you have some real special undies to show me under these pretty blue shorts. This is nice, isn't it Neddy? Just us two guys alone! And you cooperate so good! So lets pull those shorts down and, oh I was right. Very special underwear. That's Naruto isn't it? Now down the leg and off those beautiful feet. Your feet! Ahhh! I just need one more little taste before we get to the main course. Oh I love it between your toes. Now Neddy, let's see what you have hiding under those undies. Down and down they go, ever so slowly so we don't ruin the surprise. Oh my! That is a surprise! You have all your skin still on your weenie! That gives me another little package to open doesn't it. First though we need to get these undies off all the way. Ahh that's better. That's absolutely beautiful. Lets spread those legs just a little more. There! Now I can see all of your treasures. The little sack between your legs and the little flag pole right above that. I'll bet you have some delicious sweat on that sack. Let me have a taste OK? Oh my, I think you're Uncle Teddy is about to make a mess in his pants. What's fair is fair Neddy. I got to see you and now you get to see me. First the shirt -- and then my pants and then my boy scout underwear. Well what do you think of my flagpole Neddy. Pretty impressive isn't it? Oh you want to kiss it -- ok here just put your lips right here on the tip. Can you open your mouth just a little bit? Yessss! Thats it. You do that so well. But wait we can't have Uncle Teddy making a mess on your face -- that's what these tissues are for but not quit yet. I can wait until I open my last little package. Oh that's so soft and so stiff at the same time -- you must be having some real good dreams. I know there's a little helmet just like mine hiding in here somewhere, Oh look! Here it comes. It's peaking out at me -- isn't it beautiful? You mind if I kiss it Neddy? You kissed mine so it's only fair. Ummm, ummmm! Here quick Neddy, put these tissues in your hand so I don't make a mess. Oh! Oh God yesssss! Oh God! As sometimes happens after an orgasm in a situation like the one Teddy is in, the sex drive plummets and a trace of guilt sets in. Teddy quickly cleaned off and got his clothes back on. He couldn't help giving little Ned a kiss on his sweet lips as a thank you for the experience and a few more in other places but after that he fetched a set of pajamas and, as an after thought, a new pair of undies from the dresser. Slowly but surely -- almost reluctantly -- Ned was finally dressed for bed. Teddy slung him over his shoulder so he could get the bed spread turned down and then carefully laid him on the sheets. Another quick kiss on his forehead and Teddy tiptoed to the door, he laughed at himself when he realized that he was tiptoeing so as not to wake a boy who just made his fondest sexual dreams come true without ever fluttering an eyelid. With the light off he closed the door and then, remembering his own 8 y/o fears, he left it open a crack. In Brody's room, he found a bed had been laid for him on the floor. He stripped down to his Boy Scout underwear and settled into the nest that Brody had laid out for him. 'Brody,' he thought to himself, 'Brody would probably kill me -- or at least seriously wound me if he ever knew what I did with Ned.' 'Maybe,' he then thought to himself, 'no definitely, after tonight, all the pain Brody or anyone else could inflict on me would be worth it! Then, just above a whisper Teddy murmered, "Thank you Neddie" as he drifted off into a highly erotic dream.