Date: Mon, 2 Nov 2020 13:05:50 +0200
From: Ryan White <liciousryan@gmail.com>
Subject: Doctor Daniel

HOLA PEEPS!!

I've been taking a break from writing in what was supposed to be a just a
week or two and god...it turned into nearly two months!

Apologies. I had some personals to deal with.

I'm back with a new story that I hope you will enjoy.  I was so hard in
writing it loool.


Stay safe everyone,
Ryan
liciousryan@gmail.com

DOCTOR DANIEL

A peep from my phone told me that I had a brand new WhatsApp message.

The same message that I had been both dreading and been excited as fuck for
this whole damn time.

I reached for the Samsung A10s laying on the counter charging, and sure as
Sam, it was indeed from Parker.

"My guy says he'll give us good rates but he wants payment up
front. Anonymous as hell, don't you worry about that. But I'll need that
cash asap!"

With totally shaking hands I managed to sit down and catch my breath. I
looked around viciously to see if Brent wasn't perhaps near me and I had
just didn't see him...nope, my luck was still in.

Was I really gonna do this?

Was I really gonna pay for children's porn?

More specifically, boy on boy porn. Boy having sex with men twice and even
thrice their own little ages. Boy with their swollen little mouths around
adult cocks that looked like it could choke the life out of them.

And even better, the very moment those ten, eleven and twelve year olds
have a feather soft pair of lips wrapped around their kiddie dickies for
the very first time...the glow and the utter disbelief in their pre teen
eyes as they feel what its like to have someone suck and lick that
so-called forbidden part of your body that their mommies and daddies taught
them, that was not allowed to be seen by anyone else...

And then finally, when a born paedophile was lucky enough to get some
kiddie juicies right from the source. What was very interesting, was that
some eleven year olds could actually spill some warm honey into your
mouth...I know!

An age that young, could potentially father a child of their own! It made
my cock so fucking hard thinking about an eleven year-old tyke accidentally
creaming an older woman's pussy and knocking the bitch up. Damn. Down boy.

I shook my head. Calm down, Daniel.

You're not a bad person. You've only ever gonna dream about all of this,
and you'll probably never have the guts to actually suck off a little
boy. No matter how much you wanna. I sank in further into the comfy
couch. Eleven and twelve year-old boys were my secret fantasy. Except for
my childhood friend Parker, no one else knew that I had been yearning for a
little tyke to call my very own for decades.

I was only twenty-eight myself and of course, as you had read earlier, have
a...yes, I know...an eleven year old son called Brent, after my late
father.

I swear, I have never looked at him sexually...fucking hell, who was I
kidding, of course I have, but Lord knows, that's where any sane paedophile
drew the damn line. Brent was off limits, no matter how sexy he was getting
to turn out...how handsome he looked in both his school and even more so
lately, his white cricket uniform.

God...when they were to play matches on a sweltering warm day, his uniform
would cling to his boy body like butter to a knife. And not just him, of
course. Every damn boy in that cricket pitch wearing white was enough to
give me countless of sleepless nights.

My wife, Kimberley and I, was in school together and long story short, we
went to the damn high school prom together all those years ago because
quite simple, neither of us could get a date and neither of us wanted the
humiliation of turning up at that shin dig on our own.

Needless to say drinking loads and loads of champagne that we never had in
our entitled lives, made us more promiscuous than normal, and nine months
later, two friends welcomed a little baby boy into this, world, of their
very own. I had asked Kim to marry me as to respect her feelings and to
give my son a loving home. We've been together even since and we have
somehow made it work against all the odds.

**

I was snapped out of my day dream when out of his room came Brent, dressed
in only his shorts and socks. Now, as his father, I have seen my kid naked
a bunch of times but it still gets me every time.

Brent was a very active young boy and sure as hell, it showed. His arms
were lightly muscled, and his stomach showed very clear signs of a stunning
teenage future six pack. Daniel...man, it's your son. Chill, the fuck out.

"Daddy, I can't find my Yu-Gi-Oh T-shirt and I really wanna wear it because
the guys don't believe I have one!"

The "guys" as he would call them, was basically his best friends of middle
school, called Gary, Isaac and Jerry. Isaac wasn't much for the trained
peado eye to endure, no offence meant, but Gary and Jerry...man, oh
man...they were just as athletic and energetic as Brent was.

I personally didn't know how both those delicious tykes looked like without
their shirts on, and I really wanted to have some answers. Last month when
Gary had a birthday party turned, swim party, I had to work, and although I
saw the after photos which were taken, all the boys were in the pool, their
lower halves covered by water.

Kim didn't think of taking some when they were actually OUT of the
water...sigh, why even would she...and it wasn't like I could ask
either. Jerry was a year older than the rest, having failed one of his
previous grades, and with those blue and eyes and devilishly blond spiky
hair he was already a semi heart breaker. Couldn't wait until this kid was
back here for a visit.

I quickly helped Brent find his shirt, as he refused to wear anything
else...lord knows how he gets away with it. An idea suddenly crossed my
mind...

"Buddy, are you gonna ride your bike over there or...?"

"Why? You wanna take me?"

Perceptive child.

"Sure why not? It's crazy hot outside. Lemme get the car keys and you go
and hop in so long. And open them windows!"

Did as he was told, I smirked. Sure as sam, they are gonna swim today at
Jerry's. And sure as hell I was gonna make a plan to see those boys semi
naked if it's the last bloody thing that I do.

My hardening cock, fully agreed with my thinking.

**

You could hear the screams and yells and utter damnation that was a pre
teen party coming from the end of the street as we pulled up to Jerry's
house.

It was a lazy Sunday after all, and with my wife being a nurse and being on
duty, I had nothing and no one to rush back to. Surely there must be some
other parents here?

At least, I think so? It's gonna look suspicious if I wanna stay and
there's no other adults here...but damn, I desperately wanted to see those
boy bodies and I wanted to see them RIGHT NOW!!!

Entering the house, Brent got away from me, probably embarrassed that his
dad had decided to stay, but I had news for him. There was no way, no how
that I wasn't going to take and make, the most of this god given
opportunity.

Water splashing, yelling and more screaming was the order of the day as I
made my appearance outside and saw that thank god, there was indeed some
parents who had decided to stay for the party, as well as the barbeque that
Jerry's folks had going on. The smell of meats, ribs, corn on the cob and
even sandwiches being grilled was the order of the day.

Man...it's one thing to have a full grown man have sexual thoughts about
these little boys...and another to have it actually come true. In my heart
of hearts I kinda knew I'd never have the guts to make a move on a hottie
kiddie boy...some of us just watch, and observe I guess. With all the
regrets that comes later on in life.

Jerry's parents greeted me warmly and his dad offered me a cold beer which
I gratefully accepted. I was invited to sit with them, and I specifically
chose a spot where I had the best view towards the pool.

If anything, I could also just say I wanted to keep an eye on Brent, as to
not come forth as a pervert. Not on Jerry, or Gary, or any of the many semi
naked boys that was doing their very best to dive, splash and bomb every
drop of water out of that big, expensive swimming pool. Call me crazy, but
that was my paranoia. Scared as shit that someone might uncover my deepest
darkest secret.

I tried my best to partake in the several conversations that was happening
around me, but every now and again a gorgeous boy would make his way out of
the pool and I'd be doing my level best to get a good eye full. Their wet
hairs mattered tightly to their scalp, their energetic faces as they were
busy having the time of their lives, smooth skin and flawless features
every where you damn dared to look...my cock was rapidly hardening as I sat
between those people, fellow parents of the same exact kids I was busy
dreaming about.

This was NOT good...

I perhaps still, could have drilled my brain to keep my red alert organ
under control, but as fate would fucking have it, at that exact moment,
both Jerry and Brent, alongside a boy that I didn't recognise, came over to
the table where we were sitting down. All I could see before my very eyes
were three identical naked chests heaving up and down at a furious
pace...droplets flying everywhere, boy bodies on the sheer cusp of puberty
and which I would have done quite literally anything to just...touch...

"Daddy, we have a problem..." Brent said, pulling on the hem of my shirt.

"You okay, kiddo?" Jerry's dad asked as he came over, still holding the
platter of cooked meats in his hands.

"Yeah, Uncle Chris. We just need to talk to my dad real quick," Brent
recovered, but I saw his face and his eyes, and I know my son. Something
was clearly up. I've seen that look before.

"Daddy, can you come to the bathroom with us? Please?" Brent asked, his
eyes huge and worrying.

I nervously looked over to the rest of the parents, but by now, they had
gotten back to their own chats, and Jerry's mom was preparing the salads. I
looked at my son with a severe frown on my forehead...what the hell was
Brent trying to tell me?

"Uhm...okay, tell you what, you three boys go ahead so long. I'll be there
in a minute," was the best I could come up with.

In reality, I knew no one thought of me as a possible paedophile. I was
married and I had a son. I was a doctor. I had a good life and a steady
income. Usually the very last sort of person you would expect to be
interested sexually in little boys...but still. If they saw me going after
those three boys...what the heck would they be thinking? Even though the
boys had asked me to...it still seemed suspicious.

On the other hand...it might, just might, be something I had been hoping
for. Whatever it was, they could have said or revealed it here...but no. I
had to go to the bathroom. They wanted me to.  And... They didn't want
others to know.

God.

My heart did a quick battle for supremacy with my brain, and my brain won.

"Chris, do you mind me going to check on what they need doing in the
bathroom? Then you can finish up here at the grill? Or should I tell
Phyllis to go?"

Jerry's father took a sip of his beer and nearly burped with all the gas he
had been consuming all day.

"Nah, they obviously trust you, Doctor Daniel. They probably broke
something inside the house earlier and they're trying to hide it from
me. Tell me later, yeah?" he said with a slight laugh, turning his
attention back to the nearly cooked food.

I licked my lips...and nearly made a beeline towards that bathroom.

**

Three naked boys greeted me when I opened the bathroom door.

And I mean as the day as they were born.

Now...I wasn't sure what the hell to expect after they had literally
invited me to come in here with the three of them...three VERY handsome
eleven year old boys...and one of which was my son...I'm sick...

...but even after all that the last thing I was expecting to see was three
naked boys with hard cocks standing and pointing upwards and so damn stiff
and hard that it could literally pierce a watermelon.

All three kids didn't even say squat as I entered...my eyes couldn't help
it, god knows they tried...but this was my one weakness in the whole entire
world...sure I've seen boys naked before, its only natural in my
profession, but I seldom see them as hard as these three little tykes were.

Something in my brain told me to get a grip. Take the lead, regain your
power. Don't let them see how you really feel.

I cleared my throat.

"Okay, Brent. Just what the hell is going on around here? Why are all of
you naked? You better have a good explanation, young man!"

Just what I wanted. Fear instilled inside of them. They quickly covered
their boyish erections with their hands. Too late, really. I wasn't gonna
forget this little scene in a long, long time.

"Daddy, we're sorry...but Jase here didn't wear underwear coming over here
and now his thingy is like...swollen and red...

"Wait, Jase? You're Jase?" I asked, pointing towards the boy which I didn't
know out of all the lot back outside.

"Yes, sir..." Jase whispered, with several tears threatening to spill over
his beautiful face. God in heaven...I have seen some pretty damn cute boys
in my fucking lifetime but this one took the metaphorical fucking cake!

Brown hair, floppy as it was beginning to dry, the biggest and most scared
green eyes I had ever seen...lips quivering insanely as he tried his best
to not cry in front of his buddy's dad. His chest was semi ripped and his
skin was a hearty light brown, no doubt from spending loads of time out in
the sun. He had a outie belly button, as cute in reality as that sounded.

I knelt before the boy, who instinctively backed away from me, but it was
Brent to placed an arm around Jase.

"Will you just show him? Or will you rather show your dad? Mine's a
doctor!"

A small smirk threatened to escape my mouth, but I stopped myself in time.

Nervously, the boy slowly took his hands away from his kiddie genitals, and
I immediately saw the problem they were so secretive to show me.

Poor Jase didn't have underwear on the entire time that he had been in that
pool, which had no doubt been cleaned with the best chemicals before
today's party...and it looked like whatever chlorine was used, made a ugly
reaction form on the boy's cockhead. That's what they were so desperate to
show me, so needy to get me in here...fucking hell, Daniel.

I almost hung my head in sheer shame, at the insane thoughts that went
through my mind. That they were wanting to have sex with me? One of which
was my own son? Daniel my god, what the fuck?

I placed my hand on Jase's shoulder, who shuddered at the touch.

"Jase, I'm really gonna have to touch your penis in order to help you. Is
that gonna be okay?" I gently asked.

"I don't know, it really hurts!" Jase whispered as he looked down at his
swollen dick.

"Either that, or I'm gonna have to call your parents and tell them about
this..."

"NO! PLEASE" Jase suddenly hissed, as his eyes widened at the saying of my
words.

There was way more to this than met the eye. I just knew it. Any other kid
would have called his parents to come and fetch him and then sorted out
this particular problem as a family. Jase chose to tell his two friends and
show his peepee to a virtual stranger, rather than tell his dad.

"Daddy, can you help him?" Brent asked.

"I think I can...what we need to do, is we have to withdraw the entire
foreskin and then dab a bit of warm saltwater onto the head of the penis,
and cover it with some microspore. Question is, will Jase allow me to do
that?

"Dude, my dad knows what he's talking about. Let him help you!" Brent
urged, whilst I caught sight of Jerry...and his naked ass body for the
first time since entering.

Jesus...his dick was perfect. Three and a half inches, surely. Bobbing in
front of him with the rapid beating of his young kiddie heart. It was like
right next to me as I was kneeling down. It would be so damn easy to
just...have a taste of that boy dick...

"Something wrong, Uncle Daniel?"

Snap out of it!

"Just checking if you don't have the same problem. Relax, Jase. Lemme get
to work. Jerry, get me some warm water out of the tap. Not boiling hot, but
tepid, okay? Brent, there is some cotton over there on the sideboard, bring
it to me, please."

Still kneeling down, I took the rock hard kiddie dickie inside the palm of
my hand. Geez...I totally forgot how hard a child's penis can get when it
is stimulated. They sadly lose that insanely hard texture as they grow
older, which is why boy pornography is so valued between pedophiles, and
why we ache to have our asses drilled by an eleven year old kid. They might
be small, but they get you off.

Problem was that even though he had an injury to his cock, it still kept
growing in my fingers. Apart from his parents and maybe his own doctor,
this was surely the first time anyone else has touched him down here and it
really showed.

His breathing increased. His eyes were tightly closed. His tummy was
virtually doing cartwheels as I stimulated his child penis.

Jerry gently brought me the luke warm water, and when Brent gave me the
balls of cotton wool, I dabbed them into said warm water and went about to
clean the cockhead.

Jase hissed as I did so, as expected. It was gonna take a while for the
damage the chlorine had done to heal, but what I was doing, any doctor
would as well.

I couldn't help but notice that both Brent and Jerry, who had been watching
what I was doing with raven like eyes...were as hard as hard could be. A
swell of pride enflamed inside me as I blinked at my own son's eleven year
old fuck stick.

Decent size...VERY decent to be very honest. Probably four inches, hard?
His hairless balls gently swung around in their sacks as he tried to get
better angles to watch me work.

Jerry's dick was so hard it seemed it might burst any second. I caught him
placing his right hand on his penis and squeezing it, as he was trying to
will it to go down...or maybe it was nature kicking in, and he wanted to
jack that boy penis like no one's business.

And then...poor Jase...poor naked, sore and burning penis, never before
been touched Jase...I guess everything that was happening was simply too
much for him.

As I applied the Vaseline and microspore to his penis...he suddenly shook
violently above me, his face red as ever and his eyes nearly rolling back
inside their sockets.

"Jase...Daddy, what's happening?" Brent asked.

How the fuck do I tell him... ?

A watery spurt of sweet, oh my god...such sweet liquid spat out of that
sore cockhead and on to my cheek. More and more followed, it was parallel
to small water jets from a squirt gun. Three more times, and nearly all of
it landing on my t-shirt, soaking the material with that rich, sweet,
slightly metallic smell in the air.

Little Jase just had what was probably his first ever cum and I made damn
sure that he would never forget it.

I finished up my work and then finally, asked Jerry to lend him a pair of
his own underwear, which he did with a smile.

"No more swimming for you, okay? Jase, you hear me? You need to give that,
time to heal. And tell your parents what happened. Believe me, you're their
son, they'd wanna know."

"I wish..."

"What?"

"Nothing, Sir," came the sad answer.

Wow...I was horny as hell for young Jase, but these words simply broke
me. Did his folks seriously not care about him? That's what he had implied,
did he not?

**

As I drove Brent home later that afternoon, I saw that Kimberley was
already home as we drove up to the garage. Before we got out I pulled Brent
towards me.

"Look, buddy, we're gonna have to have a talk about what you and Jerry saw
Jase do this afternoon. Okay?"

"You mean when his thing got water all over you?"

Again, I wanted to smile at his total innocence but I kept a straight face.

"Yeah, and once I explained everything, you'll understand, okay? And
please...don't tell Mom about ANY of this. You hear?"

Brent nodded, just as the smell of cheese burgers and fries lofted through
the air and he was gone out od the car like a shot. Lovely kid, our Brent.

I sat inside said car for a while longer.

I finally did it. I had actually sexually touched a young boy.

I looked at my right hand as if I never wanted to wash it ever again, in
sheer disbelief at what had transpired.

He was so hard. His cockie was pulsing. His tummy shaking as he came. And
lord knows...I still had some on my shirt, the material drenched in his
watery little boy cum. Coveted with a jacket of course but still.

My fingers reached inside and glided over the now, crusty remains of his
juices. I so wanted it to be as it was, watery and sweet...the smell,
god...I don't think I'd ever forget that smell as long as I live.

Boys...

I grabbed my phone and quickly sent a WhatsApp text to Parker.

"Sorry, my friend. Tell him no. No boy porn. Can't risk it."

As I pressed send, I knew I did the right thing.

Anyway...Jase's wound is gonna have to get some more attention if it was
gonna heal, wasn't it?

And who better to make it all better, than Doctor Daniel...



THANKS FOR READING!!

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