Date: Wed, 18 Nov 2020 16:59:30 +0200
From: Ryan White <liciousryan@gmail.com>
Subject: Doctor Daniel Chapter 3

Hola peeps!

I just wanted to say a huge thank you to everyone who took the time to send
me an email after reading chapters 1 and 2...it's MUCH appreciated!!

Hope you lot enjoy chapter three just like you did the first two.

Stay safe,
Ryan

DOCTOR DANIEL
CHAPTER THREE

Still with the insanely good taste of my twelve year old boy shooting his
sperm into my mouth, I got into my car and drove off to the supermarket. I
suddenly felt I had to get Brent something nice and cool, something to eat,
or to play with, so that he doesn't always remember that his father was the
person who gave him his very first damn blowjob...god, just saying that
makes me so damn hard, it's even hard to concentrate to actually drive! I
kept seeing little kiddie boy dicks floating in front of me, as if they
were actually taunting me to come and get them.

I kicked my lips. After blowing Brent and after making his friend, young
Jase, cum and blow his watery spermies all over my face and chest the other
day, I figured I was ready to go a bit younger. Not much younger, but I'd
love to see what a ten, or nine year old, or god help me, even an eight
year old boy looked like when he was hard and ready for the type of action
he had no idea even existed.

The mere thought of taking a penis that young into my peado mouth, gliding
my entire wholesome tongue up and down the surely, smallish length, tasting
whatever juices there was to offer even at that tender a age...and to
finally experience that awesome feeling only a pre teenager can, when they
feel their kiddie dickies on the verge of that memorable first climax...I
wanted to bad to feel a child's cock try it's best to spit out it's non yet
existent cream...man...If I wasn't careful I was gonna roll this car into a
ditch lol.

Getting out at the supermarket, before going inside, my eye caught sight of
a little boy at the front of the shop, cute as hell sure enough from afar,
he was literally doing nothing else than simply standing there, his one
foot pressing to the back of the wall, whilst he looked around nervously,
perhaps to find someone, or to get away from someone?

I seriously couldn't tell, unfortunately, but as I got closer to the
entrance of the shop, I immediately saw how dirty he was. He was literally
smeared with...what really honestly looked like sand...mud, perhaps? He was
probably Brent's age and my heart immediately went out to him. My God...my
little shit of a boy is all tucked in at home with food and a roof over his
head...now looking at this vulnerable little boy, it became more and more
apparent that he was most probably homeless, and that thought nearly ripped
my guts out.

I didn't wanna have him getting all suspicious and everything, funny
enough, they always say that people who live on the streets, but especially
young kids, have this internal instinct of always surviving. I was
literally too scared he might be carrying a knife or something, although I
bitterly wanted to ask him if everything was okay.

I was nearly inside the supermarket when I saw the small tin can he was
holding in his hands, which pretty much confirmed what I had been
thinking. It was his "job" to stand outside the shop and rely on kind
people giving him what had to be no more than small change. How many hours
did he have to spend here and did that even make up for the penance amount
that he was actually taking home at the end of the day, wherever that was?

Inside, I asked the manager of the supermarket what was up with the little
boy collecting money outside, and immediately the man demanded to know if
the boy had done something to me or to anyone else. Quickly, worryingly,
and after reassuring said manager that the kid did nothing of the kind, he
told me reluctantly that the boy had been here everyday, for the past few
months. He had already told him numerous times not to come here and loiter
around anymore, as some customers has been complaining that he looks at the
funny and that he seems dodgy.

Honest to God, I nearly spat in the manager's face as he said that. How
could that little boy bother anyone? When he was literally just STANDING
there harmless holding a tin can for spare change?

As I was done with my shopping, the boy had kinda skipped my mind,
especially after my wife had called me and asked me if I had any idea why
Brent was suddenly in a bad mood, and that he had even back chatted
her. God...I really hoped me giving him a blowjob...fucking hell, my own
son...that it had anything to do with this. I'd be both divorced and sent
to jail if Brent decides to tell his mother what I had done. I was pretty
sure he wouldn't, me and Brent had always been close, but when you sexually
pleasure your ten year son boy...things tended to change. I hoped not, for
my own sanity.

Exiting the shop and wanting to get home as soon as possible, worrying my
ass off by now about why Brent was suddenly giving his mother a hard time,
my eyes yet again fell on the boy...the seemingly homeless boy, still
holding the tin can and begging anyone who walked by for some money, any
money, that they could spare.

A rich ass woman with a bitchin Gucci handbag and her young son, for whom
she had just brought a very expensive toy truck, openly told the boy she
didn't have money on her. Another man walking past him didn't even bother
to say anything, and even when two kind hearted old ladies did in fact give
him something, it was literally nothing more than a few cents.

Placing my groceries inside the boot of my car, I returned to the shop and
I took out my wallet as I neared the boy. When he placed his tired, dirty
eyes onto mine, it was like an instant warm, hot feeling overtaking the
rooms of my heart. I didn't see him up closer earlier but holy mother of
god...he was so beautiful, it literally made my teeth hurt!

I stood there in utter disbelief at how on earth a boy as handsome as this,
dishevelled one before me, had gotten such a raw deal out of life. He ought
to be in magazines and advertising Pokemon on TV, not standing pleading for
money outside a local supermarket!

I probably had stared a little too long directly at him, because I saw his
little buttoned nose sniff straight at me and his eyes narrowed. See...that
was the type of instinct you could only have possessed if you were living
dangerously as this kid probably had been doing for weeks, if not for
months, according to the shop manager.

"Spare change, Uncle? Please?" came out the most beautiful, yet, earthy
voice I had ever managed to hear coming from a little boy such as him. He
gently shook the tin, so that I could hear the money clinging on the
inside. As if that, would make me wanna give him some more. Dear god...

Swallowing carefully, glancing my eyes nervously at my surroundings, I
pulled out a two hundred Rand bill and folded it up neatly in my
fingers. The title boy's eyes were suddenly as wide as saucers at the sight
of what I had held in my hand.

"Here you go. Stay safe, yeah?" I whispered as I got near to him and
carefully held the tin steady in my fingers as to safely slip the note
inside. He looked slowly down at the tin, in where a whole entire two
hundred South African Rand had just been placed in, and then slowly back up
to me...his eyes swimming in unshed tears, his facial features somewhere
between the likes of shock and excitement.

"Th...anks, Mister!" he managed to croak out, and I had to stifle a laugh
when he curled both his arms around that same tin, as if it was suddenly
the most precious thing he had possessed. Sad thing is, right then, it
probably was.

"No sweat, kid. What your name?" I dared to ask, still making sure nobody
was looking at me funny or anything like that...I'm pretty sure not one of
these shoppers would ever think anyone would give him a two hundred note,
but still, had to be careful.

"I'm Zippy..." came the emphatic answer.

Beautiful. Shit.

I couldn't describe it. As dirty as he was, his buzz cut hair, his too
small T-shirt, his trousers he had on, which very much resembled
pyjamas...and the fact that he had neither socks, not shoes on, made
something primal in me nearly explode. I gave him a slight smile and
returned to my car as quick as I could.

I want gonna get any sleep tonight, that I already knew, and it wasn't even
twelve in the afternoon yet. The whole way home I thought about that little
boy, and what he probably was going through right now in his young life. I
had the finances to help, but I had no right to. Why do people always see
an ulterior motive in something when one really want to help? Yes, I was a
paedophile. Yes, I was REALLY sexually attracted to Zippy. Other people
didn't know that, tho.

I sighed. Get home, Daniel. And hope and pray rather that Brent didn't tell
his mother you noshed him off!

**

Turns out I worried for nothing.

Brent was just in a rut because his mother had ordered him to do all his
weekend home work done at once, so that he'd have the whole weekend
free. His idea was to cram it all in on the Sunday night and some more on
the Monday morning before school, and safe to say, that didn't sit well
with either my wife, nor with me.

Let him stew, I thought. My body tingled as I once more remembered how
hard, so solid, and oh boy, how warm that dickie of his felt on my
tongue. His watery boy cummies splashing warmly on my tongue...damn,
Daniel! Get a grip!

Zippy was on my mind the entire fucking weekend. Even my wife had asked me
what was going on, and if I was getting sick, or even not feeling well,
because I was clearly not here in spirit. I made it off that I was tired
from work, but that was a ducking feeble excuse and I knew, that she knew,
I was lying. She'd never suspect the real reason though, thank god, and for
that I was grateful.

Early Monday morning, I couldn't stand it anymore. I simply had to see him,
talk to him, if I could, and once more line up his pockets, or should I
say, his tin can, with some cash.

Whilst my wife was in the shower, I sneakily threw out the remainder of the
milk we had, down the drain of the kitchen, and waited not so patiently,
for Brent to enlighten us that there wasn't any milk for his morning
cereal, which he promptly, and very loudly, did.

Immediately offering to drive the short way down to the supermarket and
pick up some was met with grateful cheers, and I was off to that store
faster than you could say, boy penis.

I parked my car at more od less the same spot I did the previous Saturday
morning and headed straight for the entrance of the shop. So imagine my
surprise when the boy, the sweet, innocent little Zippy...wasn't there
where I had left him two days ago.

I closed my eyes for a fair few seconds...and hated myself for making up
this elaborate plan just to get out of the house to see him, and now he
wasn't even here.

With a heavy heart, I made my way inside of the shop, because no matter how
disappointed I was with Zippy not being here the one damn morning I went
out of my way to actually see him, there was still the small matter of the
milk being dumped at home.

I blindly got hold of some, not even bothering to look if it was full cream
or low fat, and slouched over to the counter and paid.

Outside, the little stunning boy wonder still wasn't there. I glanced at my
watch, it was nearly quarter past seven. Damn...didn't think of that. It
was probably way too early for him to even be here. I had patients all day,
and I really didn't know what excuse to use for my wife to visit the
supermarket AGAIN tonight. Oh well...can't say I didn't at least try.

I carefully placed the milk safely in my car and I was just about to get
the thing started when I heard a slight shrill scream coming from the shop
I had just left minutes ago. I looked back and saw a woman, dragging and
swearing at young boy who looked very much like...

"Zippy..." I whispered.

**

"I don't want to! Please, Mommy! It gets so warm here, please don't make me
stand here all day!"

I heard that beautiful voice scream with a sheer desperation that shocked
even myself. The woman swore even more louder and kept dragging the boy
towards the front of the shop. Zippy stood still and refused to be dragged
any further, before the manager of the supermarket came rushing outside
with what looked like a phone in his hand.

"Get away from here! You people need to stay away! I've called the cops
now! Piss off!"

The woman dropped Zippy's arm that she was still actively pulling towards
the shop as the manager continued to hurl threats at them, allowing the boy
to suddenly hurl backwards, and fall on his side, and hard at that.

"OWWWWW!!!! AHHHH!!!"

Those kiddie screams pierced right through me, and suddenly I didn't give a
damn about common sense anymore, or what anyone thought. That beautiful boy
had surely gotten hurt, and I was a doctor. It was my duty to help him.

"Sorry, Sir, Mam, I was just in my car when all this happened. I'm a
doctor, by profession, and really, did neither of you see what your
screaming, threats and cussing were doing to this little boy? Look at him,
he can't even get up!"

Both the manager and the woman was deadly silent as I knelt before Zippy
and I gently turned him on his back. I could see why he was screaming
bloody murder, he had a huge gash in his knee, from where he had fell, and
it was bleeding fucking profusely. The sight of the blood streaming down
his leg was probably making it look ten times worse, especially for a boy
as young as Zippy.

"Leave him alone! Get your hands off him!" with woman shouted and tried her
level best to push me off Zippy, but I wasn't having any of that.

"Mam, I saw how you were dragging this boy against his will to stand here
and collect money for you all day, so don't you DARE tell me to get away
from him! Unless you want social services on your ass?"

That damn well shut her up, with a utter, ugly scowl on her equally dirty
face. I examined Zippy's knee as best as I could, and I was relieved when
it looked like just a gash, which I could be able to bandage if I had the
supplies.

"Could I possibly het some cotton, some plasters and some luke warm water,
please?" I diverted my question to the manager of the shop.

"Cotton and plasters costs money, Doctor..." he said, as sarcastically as
humanly possible. I bit my teeth. I really honestly didn't need this right
now.

"I'll damn well pay for what I use, just get the damn stuff!" I yelled out
as calmly as possible, because I saw the fear in Zippy's eyes.

He had to have recognised me, because he kept hold of my arm, poor kid, he
must have been in serious pain. I gently stood up, and felt a pulling at my
arm, and god believe me, my heart sank as I realised he clearly didn't want
me to leave him alone.

I shook my head slightly and pick him inside my arms. Blood spilled over my
freshly washed, expensive clothes and I couldn't really care
less. This...insanely beautiful young boy needed my help, and god knows, he
was gonna have it.

I'm taking him to my consultation rooms.

**

"I demand to see my son!"

"Mam, look at your son. He has said several times now he doesn't want you
in there. Can I please just do my job?"

The woman stood a few feet back from me, and if looks could have killed,
Brent would be fatherless by now.  She smirked and lit up a cigarette,
despite the numerous non smoking signs that was dashed all over my doctor's
rooms.

"Ahhh, I gotcha. I know you game. You a pervert, right? You wanna fuck and
suck my boy! Why else you wanna be alone with him in there? I'll report
you, I fucking swear!"

Scary how close she was to the truth. And I knew if I reacted, I'd be
giving her exactly what she wanted. Make no mistake, this woman was trash,
but she was very clearly also clever as hell. I couldn't afford her saying
these types of stuff and overacting in front of all my patients waiting for
help. That was usually a dead giveaway for it being true.

"Mam, I'd be careful if I were you. All these patients sitting here and my
fellow medical professionals heard your son when he screamed that he didn't
want you in my consultation rooms. More than once. He obviously has a good
reason. So please, wait out here, read a magazine, and I'll bring him out
as soon as I have patched up his knee. Okay?"

Anger at me, or perhaps angry that she didn't get the desired effect she
wanted, she blew cigarette smoke straight at me and with arrogant look
towards the other patients, she sat down and crossed her arms.

Sighing with relief and sort of impressed at my quick thinking, I closed
the door to my rooms behind me, and walked slowly towards Zippy, whom was
laying on the bed very quietly, his eyes fully on me.

"Is Zippy really your name?" I asked him as I sat down beside him.

He slowly shook his head as negative.

"It's Brian," he whispered softly, once more glancing down at his knee.

"And they call you Zippy, because...?"

"...because I'm really fast. I always get away quick when we have to rob a
store...fuck..."

I shouldn't have been turned on ay this little boy swearing before me but
god...the way his eyes widened as he realized he said a bad word before a
doctor...my dick was hardening by the damn second.

It came as no surprise that he was pulled into a life of crime, either, but
in my hormone induced state, I didn't really care. This boy was lush! I
seriously wanted to see him naked...making him think all the while it was
part of the healing of his knee.

Why would he think otherwise? I'm a doctor, after all.

"I'm gonna have to take off your shirt, Brian. That okay?"

Making him think he has a say in all this and that it was his own idea,
genius.

He nodded, still wanting to touch his knee, and stopped when I stood before
him.

"Arms up, please," I ordered and he solemnly did as he was told. Inch by
wonderful inch that dirty, smelly T-shirt, the very same one, upsettingly,
that I had seen him in two days ago, came off and I desperately wanted to
burn the fucking thing, but it was best to stay neutral. His mother had
already called me a paedophile in front of my colleagues and patients and
although I'm sure no one would believe her, one couldn't be too careful.

I nearly choked...his body was near flawless. He was indeed very young, way
younger clearly than Brent and even Jase was. There was no way this kid was
even near twelve. His boy nipples winked at me as if they were old
friends. Unfortunately the stench that cake from his perfectly formed boy
chest and even those faint flickers of a potential future six pack did
nothing to put me off him.

He was so god damn thin...when was the last time this kid ate, my god? I
thought of Brent who by now had already finished his Coco Cops with
milk...yes, I had to drive all the way back just to deliver that...I know,
I brought it all on myself, but the point was, my boy was fed. Daily.

Looking down at poor Brian...I so much wanted to feel my way down that
hairless kiddie stomach...caressing his soft boy skin...looking into his
eyes as I sexually pleasured his pre teen little child's body...

I did my best to patch up his knee, and made it look as good as possible. I
didn't know where he and that mother of his would he headed after they
leave my rooms, and quite frankly, I didn't dare ask. Like I said, helping
Brian might look suspicious. The best I could do was to try and find a
shelter, I suppose.

My whole body ached to see his penis. I just didn't know how I could come
up with a convincing reason he should take his shorts off! I could attend
to his knee with him having them on. Street smart kid like him will
immediately know something is up, I guess. Fucking hell. It was there
before me, and I couldn't have it.

In the end, I had to let him go, as I heard his mother once more cause
commotion inside the waiting rooms. Now that the manager of the supermarket
had banned both of them of ever going there again, I knew I wouldn't ever
see Brian aka Zippy again. Not soon, at least.

This was insane. I had a young twelve year old jizz on my face...I had
sucked off my own child and swallowed his watery cum...but I couldn't have
this beautiful, handsome as hell, homeless kid.

Life wasn't fair.

**

It was about a week after I had seen Brian that I got ready to go home and
attend a parent/teacher evening with my wife. I was quite sure that Brent,
the little shit that he was, had tried every tactic in the book to convince
us that it was a giant waste of our time...that just made us wanna go more,
because if there was something Brent didn't want us to know about, we
actually needed to know. The look on his face when he realized that we were
indeed going and that his cunning plan didn't work...priceless.

Everyone was gone, it was only me left, to lock up and to switch on the
alarm. Just as I wanted to leave, I saw a shadow behind the waiting room
door. If this was a burglar...I was so ready for him. We had a spat of
break ins in the past of druggies looking for meth and schedule seven
medicines such as morphine...after a long ass day as this, there was no way
I was gonna let them come in here and do what they wanted.

I pressed the panic button to alert the complex security and stood aside so
I couldn't be seen. I heard a noise coming from the front door, at the same
time really hoping that the security guards were on their way. I heard the
gentle plods of footsteps. The quiet placing of feet onto the shiny tiled
floor of the waiting room. And just as I heard the alarms of the security
cars driving up towards the offices at lightening speed, I heard the one
voice I never thought I would never hear again...

"Doctor?"

Holy shit. It was Brian!

Two security cars stopped with a voracious speed in front of the rooms and
suddenly there were officers all over the place, with poor Zippy, aka Brian
freezing where he was, his eyes scared beyond belief and...oh no...the
floor between his legs becoming wet as he pissed himself with fear. The
drops kept on coming...I was kinda mesmerised about it before the reality
of the situation actually struck me...

"It's all good, I'm okay! I'm so sorry, officers, I pressed the panic
button without thinking. It was just a homeless kid wanting some food and
money. I'll be okay, as you can clearly see...we'll, he's more scared of
you than anything else."

The common smell of piss was filling the rooms, which worked in my favour
as the officers nodded and got the hell outta there. The smell didn't
bother me in the least, as a doctor I was used to it.

"Brian! Are you okay? Sorry if I scared you. Oh man...I'm really sorry," I
said, kneeling down and holding his sides. He still wasn't moving, his eyes
were watery as he was trying to will himself not to cry, which he didn't
quite succeed in doing. Tears spilled over his soiled cheeks, and he was
shaking pretty bad.

There was a private bathroom at the back of my consultation rooms I had
installed for emergencies at the hospital when I had to sleep over...

"Come on, you'll be okay, I promise. I won't hurt you..." I whispered in
his ear, before picking him up and carrying carefully to said bathroom.

**

"Take off everything you're wearing. We have to throw it away. There are
some clean clothes in the lost and found that you can use!" I said to him
as I opened the taps and allowed the warm water to flow from the
showerhead. When it was just the right temperature, I turned around, only
to discover that the little tyke had done exactly what I have said.

He was naked, before me, as the day he had come into this world.

My god. My good Lord.

He was stunning. More than I ever could have imagined.

His kiddie chest was heaving up and down quite fast, probably because it
was raining outside and he was now naked, and probably icy cold...he his
torso...that beautiful hairless skin I saw the other day looked even better
now that he was standing up...give it a few years and this kid would have a
stunning teen-age six pack, I just knew it.

His legs were hairless, the smell of piss still in the air. His knee was
looking much better, but as I looked closer, I saw the reason why he had
probably come looking for help...the knee itself was a light shade of
yellow...it looked immediately to me like septicaemia...a clear indication
that his mother had totally wiped her ass off, at the stern advice I had
given her for treating his wound.

And finally, as if finding a pot of gold at the end of a rainbow, was his
kiddie boy penis.

"Brian, how old are you?" I asked, my voice hoarse.

He looked up at me, first at the shower, and then back into my eyes.

"I'm ten..." he whispered.

Jesus.

I knew I said I wanted to try younger boys...but it was a whole different
ball game when there was one before me, literally as there was now. My god,
that was super young to be sexually active. Even more so on my part for
wanting to ravage his entire fucking body in the first place!

"Okay you, get in the shower. We have to get you cleaned up. Can't send you
back to your mom like that!" I tried to make light of the fact that he had
pissed himself, and even for a ten year old, I could see that he was
embarrassed.

He didn't even try and argue, he just slowly walked over to the shower, and
I heard him hiss as he must have felt the lovely warm water drizzling their
earthly goodness over his young body.

I gave him my wash cloth that I usually used, and smiled at him.

"Get clean, Mister. After you've dried off, you come to my office, okay?"

Once more, he didn't speak, he simply nodded.

There was a naked ten year old, very handsome boy inside my bathroom.

You just couldn't write this shit.

**

A knock at my door startled me.

He was still naked, I presumed, with my huge towel draped over him,
dwarfing his body to my eyes.

"Come and sit here, okay? Lemme have a look at that knee."

He plonked himself on my bed, and clutched the towel closer to him. It was
really cold this afternoon, and even more so with it raining so heavily. So
long must he have waited outside...in the fucking rain...to only come
inside when I was alone in here? I closed my eyes and tried not to think of
it.

On closer inspection, it wasn't quite septicaemia yet, but the knee looked
like it had gotten infected, which had to be painful at best. I gently, and
as carefully as I could, washed the wound with warm salt water, and smeared
on some ointment that would help withdraw the toxins in said wound. I once
more, bandaged it up, making it look as good as new.

"Thanks..."

I looked up, his face was so sad.

"Brian..."

I couldn't get a word out...I just dropped to my knees as if I was
hypnotized.

"I'm cold...so cold..."

That was the final straw.

I opened up his legs...and there it was. His rock hard kiddie
dickie. Pointing towards my ceiling with a stone cold hardness that I have
never seen before, not on Jase, nor on Brent. It was pulsing on the inside
as blood continued to fill that ten year old miniature fuck stick...his
chest was really heaving now.

"Make it better...make it all go away..."

Where...how...how does he know these words...

Was he used to this, living on the streets?

I reached out my right hand, slowly, as if I was dreaming and expecting to
wake up at any given second. I trembled as I curled my fingers around that
hard, dark purple organ. So young...he was so young.

Ten years old...a boy this young shouldn't even know what sex is...and
yet...when I skimmed down his foreskin, Brian hissed and sunk back against
the bed, so that his entire three inch offering was staring me right in the
face.

It was obvious what he wanted. And shockingly...it became even more
obvious, that this wasn't the first time this had happened to him. Who else
had been here before me...geez.

His cockie was glimmering in the afternoon darkness of my office. The rain
was falling down the windows. I caressed Brian's legs...his upper
thighs...very careful not to further hurt his knee...I leaned down and
kissed the bandaged wound...making his leg tingle.

Turning back to his dick, I took it solemnly into my hand, gently
masturbating the organ which by now was as hard as stainless steel. His
breathing intensified, telling me he was enjoying it. Warmth spread across
the palm of my hand, as was the hear coming from his cockie.

Time to taste.

Sticking out my tongue, I glided it up and down the bone hard organ,
relishing the texture and the knowledge that this was a ten year old...TEN
YEAR OLD Dick. Hungry, craving more, I dove onto the entirety, getting it
down my gulley. The little boy who's dick this was, was by now squirming so
much I was afraid he was going to kick me in my face.

It tasted...I can't describe it.

Sweet, sour, metallic, skin...it was incredible. It was so warm on the
inside, so hard...so youthful and inexperienced. My tongue prodded and
probed the little piss slit ay the top, electing another moan and a shudder
wracking his pre teen body.

My mouth was a virtual apple bobber...up down, up, down, all the while not
believing still it was actually happening to me. I bent down and took his
dick from my mouth, giving it another joyful lick, this after seeing his
kiddie ballies jingle in their little sack as I pleasured his
penis. Tentatively I leaned down, still jacking his dickie with my
hand...and gobbled up his left nut.

Now he was REALLY going nuts above me on the bed, and by discovering that I
could easily fit both of his testicals in my mouth, I gladly did so. I
loved sucking those grape sized little balls which would one day soon give
some lucky girl...or boy, who knows, some delicious kiddie sperm.

At ten, I knew the chances were small that he could give me some juice
today, but hey...that was okay. I had a feast going on and I wasn't about
to complain, not in the slightest. I continued yo give those ballies a
right good slurp until I heard his sigh with his pitched high voice and I
saw his fists grabbing the towel around him.

He mist be getting ready to cum. I wasn't gonna miss this for the world.

I gently gave his ballies a few more sucks, completely drenching the little
morsels in my saliva, before taking my hand from his penis and sucking it
once more. This time I concentrated on the head, giving the remainder of
his length a good work-out with my forefinger and thumb. I licked and
devoured that cock head like a mad man possessed. I was like an young lion
cub, after his first piece of raw meat. I had finally tasted the forbidden
fruit and I fucking couldn't get enough.

Brian, or Zippy...lurched his body upwards and crammed what little length
he had to offer even further down my throat until I clearly felt his cock
head tremble under my tongue. It quickly took my mouth off his penis, which
was by now desperately jabbing in mid air, trying it's best to release his
sperm which was just not available...the head jerked viciously as it tried
and TRIED...not he wasn't ready. Alas.

Brian collapsed forward onto me and held me around my neck so tight that I
thought he would choke me. I gave as good back as I was given, I held him
to me, like he was my very own child, kissing his neck, as well as his
forehead, to calm him down.

The smile on his face was evident he looked the happiest I had ever seen
him. I once more hugged him tight.

Sleep, my beautiful boy. Tomorrow is a new day.

**

I drove Zippy home in a comfortable silence.

Neither of us had the need to speak. Us holding hands was more than enough.

"Over there, the house with the green gate in front!" he said as I turned
into his street.

I was clearly wrong, he wasn't quite homeless, but he might as well have
been. This was the most dodgy part of town, not a place where someone who
had money, wanted to be seen. I wasn't comfortable in the least dropping
him off here...but this was his home. Unfortunately. It wasn't like I had a
say in the matter.

"Brian..."

He turned towards me, his eyes friendly and glistening.

"Take this," I said and handed him my business card, which contained my
mobile number, as well as another two hundred Rand bill.

Suddenly, back was the shy kid I had first met, and for a second I thought
I had done the wrong thing giving him the money, but then, he leaned
forward and gave me a soft, quick kiss on my cheek.

"Call me, if you need me!" I hissed after him, but he was already out of
the car.

Wow...what has happened to me?

I couldn't have developed feelings for a ten year old boy after knowing him
for less than two weeks, could I have?

Shit...things just got VERY, VERY real indeed.

**



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