Date: Mon, 14 Dec 2020 16:29:29 +0200 From: Ryan White Subject: Doctor Daniel Chapter 5 HOLA PEEPS!! Please don't be angry for taking so long between chapters!! Lol, I sincerely apologise. Hope you guys enjoy chapter 5. I was certainly HARD at work when I was writing it hahahaha. Wanna chat? Feel free! Shoot me a line at liciousryan@gmail.com anytime you want xx Stay safe, Ryan DOCTOR DANIEL CHAPTER FIVE Knowing very well that my precious little cherub was waiting for me inside the bedroom that my wife and I shared already had me on fire to begin with. Having Zippy accidently have spilled some warm as hell hot chocolate on the shirt that he was borrowing from my son and having to have himself and said shirt cleaned up in the bathroom, was a bloody added bonus. Make no mistake...I smirked as I saw the gliny in his eyes. A boy who honestly spilled a hot drink out of his clothes, especially being in someone else's home, did not look like he had just won the damn jackpot. Sure as Sam...he planned this. "You little shit..." I whispered gleefully as he smiled as wide sea, and as if butter wouldn't melt inside this sexy little boy's ten year old mouth. "I couldn't wait until your missus was asleep!" Came the voice that I had honestly, have ached to hear all evening...lord, but it was rather a Tad difficult when you had over twenty energetic and boisterous boys in your living room for a sleepover. Out precious little boy Brent, hadn't exactly been fully forthcoming with the truth when he had told us how many boys he had invited that Friday evening. Several pizza slices, a shit load of litres AND litres of Coke and of course, the hot chocolate later, and majority of them were finally fast asleep, never mind the bet they had made to stay up and watch horror movies all night. Boys will be boys. Knowing I didn't have much time until my wife Kimberley would most definitely be coming to check up on us, I stripped Zippy from the shirt he was wearing and solemnly threw it into the wash. He didn't quite know what had hit him when I dramatically, dove onto his little perky boy nipples and started severely tonging and licking and even better...BITING them into a sheer oblivion. "Oh geez...oh god, Doc..." came the voice of an Angel once more, telling me in no uncertain terms that what I was doing was having the desired effect. I slobbered over one little nubbin, making very well sure that it was well attended to before attacking the other. Zippy was still in sheer dreamland before I kissed his neck, holding his entire little ten year old body in my arms and making love to that special crook that all boys had in their upper chest and neck area. Zippy's eyes were watery, glossy as such, and they seemed to glaze over as he made eye contact with me, before he took sweet revenge for what I was doing to him this far as he pounced on me in the most kiddie way like possible. He placed his lips on mine and suddenly I was rock hard inside my trousers, if I wasn't already rock hard before. His tongue tasted like you would expect...of pure fizzy drinks and pizza, but I didn't care. It didn't even occur to me that I never, ever felt this way when I have made love to my wife Kimberley...that thought and experience fucking paled in comparison to what I was now feeling with Zippy. A mere ten year old boy. Go figure. I released his tiny little reddish boy lips, swollen and puffy from all the kissing we had been grinding out, and he near collapsed against me. I held him really, really tight and out of sheer and utter instinct, I kissed his short hair. I was in deep trouble, that I knew. I couldn't really hide it anymore. ** I took Zippy home the following morning and whilst he tried his best to make small talk and talk to me about all kinds of things that was happening in his life, I was actually listening with half an ear. When I had first saw him standing outside that supermarket begging for spare change from shopping patrons, I had never ever thought I'd be in for anything more than just a fun time, if I did manage to get my hands on him. What happened to be a small crush that was formed a mere two weeks ago and now suddenly and unexpectedly morphed into something which I wasn't sure I could control. Nor, did I want to actually call it by it's name, because quite honestly, it frightened me beyond belief. I winced silently as I stopped in front of their house...well, if you could call it that. It was more of a run down garage at the back of an already smallish townhouse that he and his mother lived in and shared, which also explained why said mother was so determined to have Zippy work such long hours, which was so unfair on a ten year old little boy. Not only way the Supermarket of course, but also...it had to be said...her pimping him out for sex with rich older men. Brent really didn't know how fucking lucky he was...he had always lived in a well protected bubble of his own, I thought when I stopped my car and I immediately saw that Zippy wasn't making a move to actually get out and go into his home. Where he was all chatty before on our way here, he was suddenly the polar opposite, a dark look in his eyes. Gone was the little boy, in a matter of minutes, who had enjoyed himself at my home, so much last night. Not only with me, but with Brent and all his friends who had accepted little Zippy as an old friend. Instead he just sat inside the passenger seat, his seatbelt hardly covering him, gosh, he was so skinny. He wasn't exactly looking at me either. He held his head down and seemed for the world as if he had mountains on his shoulders. "Hey...what's the matter, Kiddo? Didn't you have a good time?" I gently asked, reaching over and caressing his warm shoulder with all the love and care I had in my heart for this little guy. He shook his head and it was at that moment, which I saw that tears were rolling down his cheeks. I unclipped his seatbelt as quickly as I could and pulled him over to me, holding him whilst he tried his best to stop crying. As always I admired his tenacity...he was a strong, innovating little boy. Street smart. Tough. Cry, was the last thing he wanted anyone to see him do. "Zippy, listen to me, you gotta talk to me. Did I do something wrong, say anything wrong? Come on, kiddo, stop crying..." "...you didn't do shit! It's me! You need to give me something otherwise my mother ain't gonna believe me!" I frowned. What? "Kiddo, I can't understand what you're saying..." I said softly, once more gently whilst continuing to stroke his hair and shoulder. He tore himself from my grasp and looked at me angrily, wiping his tears away as quickly as he could. "Doc...focus! Remember we told my mother that I was whoring myself out last night and that's why I could sleep over at your place! If I walk in there without my R500 fee from the "client" she is gonna know something's up...and I hate to do this. Now I feel like a dog because I have to ask you to give me money and I really don't want to..." My heart just sank as I saw how upset he was at what he was literally forced to ask of me...only then I was reminded at what we had told his mother over the phone before I took him home last night, because if I asked in person she would never have agreed. God that woman hates my guts...and what was actually worse, was how easily she had agreed to have him have sex with god knows who, not if it meant earning a few bucks that way. Zippy was shaking, he was clearly uncomfortable having to have told me this and I fully understood why. Patting his leg, I pulled out my wallet out of my jacket and placed five R100 notes into his hands, which I had to force open to begin with. It was clear he didn't want me to do this. He looked at the shiny purple bank notes as if it was a snake trying to attack him. "I'm sorry..." he whispered and a few more tears rolled down his cheeks. "Don't sweat it. Believe you me, it was well worth having you stay over. You looked...so happy last night between all those boys. You little heartbreaker, you..." I smiled and caressed what little hair he had on his head playfully, and I sigh with utter relief as I finally saw some sort of smile rising in between his swollen little boy lips. "I had never been so hard in my life before last night!" he whispered with a massive naughty grin smothering across his face, the mind only a ten year old boy can muster. "Are you hard now?" Those four little words were out of my mouth before I even knew I had spoken them. Four little words...big meaning. A blush spread across his cheeks and the sneaky look he gave his privates confirmed that he was, or at the very least, half-way getting there. His eyes, now completely rid of them pesky tears, were shiny, bright and full of mischief, as he cupped his small package in his equally small hands. I had to be inside a total trance. This was not even seven a clock in the damn morning, this was in brought fucking daylight, the sun shining majestically over the gorgeous Table Mountain in the Capetonian background. My car's windows were tinted. Black. I didn't care what colour they fucking were at that point and time. It was what I wanted to do with them, that was now the major issue. Zippy's eyes widened in utter confusion as he saw the black tinted windows rise up like mist from a thundershower and closed in utter darkness around him. He only looked scared and afraid for a mere second, before he realised what I was wanting to do and what I had in mind. The smile and giggles coming from that sweet ass little boy mouth was totallly worth it already. I leaned in and held his face between the tips of my fingers, before once more leaning in and kissing Zippy so softly, so gently, I thought I might lose it if I did things even slower. There was a sheer hunger inside me from the first time I had seen this beautiful ten year old pre teen tyke, and it was like I had decided then and there that I was finally going to taste the forbidden fruit which I already couldn't get enough from. Still kissing him like I had ever kissed anyone quite before, I slipped my fingers down to his groin and started to feel that hard little ten year old morsel between my fingers. Zippy almost bit my lips in sheer excitement...he giggled yet again as he looked down as if in amazement at me fondling his little gems and of course, that kiddie stickie he had possessed. I knew he had slept with men for money for him and his good for nothing mother to survive...but in all that time...did one of them think to have done the favour, if you could call it that, back to Zippy himself? His breathing started to quicken as I reached into his trousers, borrowed from my son Brent, and I finally...finally...touched his boy penis. I heard Zippy gulp. His eyes were as fierce as I had ever seen them. I continued to manipulate his dickie as he started sweating bullets. My God...his cockie felt so hard inside the palm of my hand, and so soft at the same time. It pulsed with the beating of his young kiddie heart and it felt like it was only gonna get much, much harder the more attention it was getting. "Lift up your backside, kiddo..." I whispered so softly and with a voice drenched with pent up emotion. At first I thought he didn't hear me, or perhaps that he was too far gone with what I was doing to have heard me, but in the end, he did...and that gave me the chance to pull down his borrowed trousers and the Yu-Gi-Oh boxers that was too small for Brent. "I'm too small down there..." I jerked my head up and I saw how years were once more dropping down his cheeks like dead flies. This poor kid. This beautiful, beautiful boy. What the hell must he have gone through in his short life, I really didn't even wanna think about that, not now. I cradled his cock inside my hand and I lovingly squeezed it's thickness. He was right, he was small down there, but what ten year old wasn't? I flicked my thumb over his cockhead which elicited a shudder from him and I could have sworn his eyes had rolled backwards as I did so. "Zippy...come on. You're young! So young! You still got loads of growing up to do. To me...there's nothing wrong with this strong little tool you got going here. And who knows...in a few years when this little monster gets to be a little bigger...maybe I'll let you fuck me with it..." "Oooh fuckkkkk..." Zippy hissed as I continued to masturbate his dickie, his chest really now heaving up and down at a ferocious pace. The feelings that had to have come from his penis had to be immense, especially if my gut feel was right, and this was the first time that anyone except maybe, his mother had access to that delicious looking piece of meat. The mere thought of this ten year old drilling whatever he had to give into my hole one day soon, was making my hormones literally flood through me. I had to taste him. I had to taste him. Now. I leaned down my head and smelled that youthful little boy aroma that was encircling his dick. Another groan and a sigh escaped his mouth. It was then, that I felt his hands, trembling, upon my head. "Suck me..." he hissed almost animalistic, before I did what I was told. "Ohhhh! Geez! Ooooh man, oh man, oh man, oh man...!" Came the screams and I was genuinely thankful that we had arrived at his home so damn early and that the car windows was tinted black because if I was ever caught in the way I was now...enjoying the right taste and flavour of kiddie boy penis on my tongue, I'd be arrested, locked away and the key disregarded. He tasted exactly like he looked...so warm and delicious. He was ten years old, the poor boy didn't have much to offer. Teasing his full length with my tongue as I glided up and down this incredibly hard new toy of mine, I roughly guessed him at three inches, more or less. Right then I couldn't actually give a toss on how big or small he was. He was gently face fucking my thirsty mouth, something he was must have picked up from what his mother made him do for money. This was his time. To just relax and enjoy, I wanted him to be everything he never could be. Teasing his piss slit with my tongue and my lips, tasting a little boy piss that must have escaped when he took a leak before we drove from my home, but strangely enough I didn't find that disgusting at all. Not at all because it belonged to him. To Zippy. By now he was going actually ballistic above me, and he was starting to thrash his arms around and his knees started shaking violently. His hairless balls jingled inside their little sacks as I dove down and completely swallowed his entire three inches. My mouth and my saliva was on fire. His cock wad completely embedded and drenched. There was no escape. "Gonna cummm...Doc, I'm gonna cum so bad...!" he whispered and to my surprise he was trying to lift my head off his pride and joy, but I kept it there...there was not enough will in this world that would have gotten me off that cocktail sausage. I went to town on him and he almost kicked me in my gullet because of how his legs were shaking. Zippy gave out an other worldly sort of yelp before he buried his little cock inside my mouth even deeper...and my tongue flicked over that said cockhead like I would have applied lipstick to my dried lips...no matter how hard I tried, there simply wasn't sperm yet for him to give me. I flicked my tongue across that flaring ten year old piss slit like a pure bred lion cub would attack a raw piece of meat, I was so horny...who knew when, if ever, I would get another chance at this. Eventually his breathing calmed down, his heart rate gradually returned to normal, and his stomach stopped expanding. His legs stopped shaking and the forceful pushes onto the top of my head, became a slow caress of sorts, as he gently stroked my thick hair. I gently released his fuck stick, and it being a little ten year olds' it simply flopped onto his lower belly, as small as it had been before. It still glistened with my saliva. There was a few moments of utter silence, like somehow, incredibly, after all of that, we didn't know what the fuck to say to each other. "I better go. My mom...she needs this..." he mumbled, grabbing the R500 and I quickly unlocked the passenger door so he could get out. "Are you gonna be okay? Zippy?" I attempted to ask but before I could finish that sentence, the car door had been slammed shut and he was jogging across the street to the garage where he and his mother lived. He didn't even so much as bother to look back or to wave at me or even just something, anything, to acknowledge what had just happened between us What...just happened? He was fine a few moments ago? It was the money. That damn money. My God...He must have felt like even I, had been one of his clients. How dumb was I? Not to even notice? Fuck! After I had just blown him, he had taken the money and ran off home...just as if I had been...one of THEM. One of THOSE men who used and abused little boys like Zippy to get their peado rocks off. And when they are done, they probably load the boy with cash and tell him to fuck off, and they get back with their lives...and most of the time, those men had wives and your average 2.5 kids of their very own. That's why he was upset. And so quiet. It must have sunk in as soon as he realise he was gonna be "paid" for me blowing him. And why he couldn't get away from me fast enough. My god. I knew, as I slowly drove away, that it was probably for the best to avoid Zippy, and of course, also that supermarket for a few days. Let the kid calm down. Deep down. I knew it was what HAD to be done. I just didn't know if I had the guts, to actually do so. ** THANKS FOR READING!! Any comments you might have, is as always appreciated! Love to hear from you. liciousryan@gmail.com