Date: Tue, 29 Dec 2020 16:49:44 +0200
From: Ryan White <liciousryan@gmail.com>
Subject: Doctor Daniel, Chapter 7

"Ahhh...mmm..."

"Should I rather stop?"

"Noooooo...no, please..."

Another solid and delicious lick around the little boy's little dickie I
was facing at that moment, and I was in paedo heaven.

He was a mere ten years old and he was honestly the cutest fucking thing I
had seen all day.

At this particular point and time he was trying his level best not to make
too much noise, as I had asked him very nicely to do, but he wasn't doing a
very good job of it. At all. Having his ten year old kiddie boy penis,
previously only having been used for pissing I might have guessed, suddenly
crammed inside a warm orifice for the very first time must have been quite
a blow.

Literally.

I thought back to little Zippy's dick and how potent, how powerful it had
felt inside my hungry ass gums, but this kid was on a whole other
level. His dick was so hard it almost didn't even bob in mid air before I
had attacked it with my wet gob. So, stone stiff wasn't even an accurate
description. More like hard as steel came to mind.

He had little to offer in terms of length, being only ten, but I wasn't
gonna complain. What paedophile in his right mind would? I continued to
feast on the little two and a half inch morsel and positively soaking up
every single droplet of boy juice that it was giving me. I doubted
seriously whether a mere ten year old could shoot any sperm and I wasn't
about putting my heart on it but there was indeed a certain sweet liquid
oozing from his kiddie cockie that tasted pretty much like honey to be
quite fair.

Another swipe across his inflamed reddish cockhead and the little boy
weakly punched the side of the wall next to him in sheer ecstasy.

I bobbed my head on his hard fuck stick even more now and I immediately
felt his legs starting to shake. Like with me blowing my own twelve year
old son, Brent, his dickie felt like molten lava was coursing straight
through it.

That could only mean one thing. I kinda knew my patients by now.

I pulled off his magnum hard dickie and started to jack it off
instead. Having other plans and wanting to make this first time experience
count as much as possible, I leaned down and gently licked his exposed piss
slit whilst I was actually jacking him off.

The kid was honestly going ballistic right now with a waiting room full of
patients outside my door, and I would probably have to think of a good as
hell excuse in a few minutes, why this child was screaming his damn lung
out at this point and time, but with a boy dick in front of me about to
cum, I really couldn't give a fuck.

Once more, with feeling, tonging that miniature little piss slit where his
pee would normally come out and he was shaking like he was having a damn
seizure.

Finally, finally, after once more encircling my tongue around that now
angry kiddie penis, I achieved what I had set out to do. His cock shuddered
and the head itself shook with radiant abundance. It was clear as day that
his poor little morsel was trying the best it possibly could to spurt out
some semen, I would have even been satisfied with a little watery
splatter...but alas, the little tyke was simply way too young.

I sucked that exposed kiddie penis with literally everything I had in me
until the little boy violently pushed my head from his groin and laid back
exhausted, onto the bed in my consultation rooms. His chest was heaving up
land down at a ferocious pace, his tummy was flopping about as he tried to
get in some much needed oxygen. His long black hair was dashed in sweats
across his forehead.

Fuck.

How was I gonna explain this to his father who waiting on the outside? Not
even to mention the screams that all and sundry must have surely heard
whilst I was blowing him?

As I looked at him...all of that worry and troubles was thrown straight out
of the window.

There was nothing more beautiful than a naked boy...at any age, it really
didn't matter to me...lying on a bed, on his back ...his little wet
genitals completely exposed...soft boy flopping limply onto his hairless
groin after having been sexually pleasured for the first time ...his balls
which haven't yet grown much but was begging to be tasted and enjoyed...all
just winking right at you. Everything in the whole entire world that made
him a boy, free to touch and explore.

I couldn't resist as I gently caressed his ballies in my fingers. He looked
up at me and he half smiled, still very much exhausted.

"Are you happy that your buddy Henry (chapter 6) told you about me? Are
you, my sexy little boy?" I whispered as I didn't take my hands off his
little gonads for a second.

They reminded me of grapes. Just ripe enough for picking and a real taste.

"Man...hell yeah..." he croaked back at me and this time, he well and truly
lit up.

His face was so incredibly cute. He didn't have the insanely unrealistic
muscles that Zippy had possessed, being of the same age, and more or else
everything was still pretty much flabby on his little boy body, with just a
little baby fat here and there. All and all, a very attractive little
prospect for any fellow paedophile out there.

"Listen buddy.. you were a little loud just now. So what are we gonna tell
your dad? Cause he's surely gonna wanna know..."

Manipulation 101. Make him thing this whole thing had been his idea. That I
was the one who was doing HIM a favour. It usually worked with boys his age
group.

Still as naked as the day that he was born, the kid sat upwards and fondled
his kiddie boy penis, by now weakly flopped against his boy ballies. As if
in sheer amazement at what had just occurred.

"Don't worry. I told him that I had hurt my ankle. I totally didn't! We can
tell him that I screamed because I was hurt."

He came here with a plan! That was surely my kinda kid. And at the back of
my mind, as the little black haired tyke snickered at his "well thought out
plan" I just knew that he would be back.

I had to remember to thank Henry the next time his dear old mom bought him
in for check up. Maybe he can send me some more boys my way.

I'd absolutely fucking love that.

**

I greeted my wife Kimberley as always, as I got home after another long day
at the surgery. All I wanted to do was grab a cold beer out of the fridge
and spend a few tranquil moments in front of the TV catching up on my sport
and other current events.

Alas...the beer was more than available but not so much the television.

Brent was busy playing some Nintendo Switch game that he had connected to
said TV and therefore all hope I had of a quiet few moments in front of the
telly had been dashed to shit.

"Hi dad!" he yelled out above the noise of the game he was so desperately
trying to play, and true to his nature, once he had done that, he sheer
forgot that I was even there. All in a noisy little world of his own.

Kimberley mouthed "sorry" to me and with a shrug of her shoulders, like as
if she was wanting to say "what can I do about this" and she went back to
finishing our dinner.

I had to take a piss so I tried my best to keep my feelings in check. I
could watch TV after Brent was asleep. We had a DVR and all my programs was
being recorded. It wasn't that much of a train smash. Even if it felt like
it was.

I opened the door of the toilet, only to be stunned as hell as I saw a
little boy who I didn't know, shook the last few of drops from his dick
right into the toilet bowl. I was more than stunned into silence and even
more worryingly, my legs refused to budge. Was I now seeing things? Was my
eyes deceiving me? Was I that desperate for boy cock?

"Dad, don't go in there...oh shit..." I heard Brent say as he came running
towards us.

The unknown boy simply pulled up his trousers and stuffed his dick into his
underwear before he was decent again.

"Sorry Paddy. I totally forgot to tell him you're in here. This is my
dad. Dad, that's Paddy."

Thanks for stating the bleeding obvious.

Paddy, was quote honestly a jock in all senses of the word. He seemed to
ooze masculinity from deep inside his core. If he was a friend of Brent's
than he had to be twelve or thirteen at the oldest. This boy looked about
eleven, but he had the arrogance of someone double his age. What the fuck
was Brent doing hanging out with someone like this?

"Sup, Brent's dad," Paddy said before he squeezed past me and signalled to
Brent to follow him.

I stared ay Brent in what could only be described as sheer disbelief and
anger. How dare this...this Paddy boy come inside MY house and treat me and
my son like dogs in our own fucking home...?

Now things started to make a lot of sense. Brent didn't usually use the TV
to play Nintendo when I got home in the week, usually only on the
weekends. But clearly, that wasn't the rules when it came to Paddy.

"Kim, how long has that Paddy boy been here? And how exactly does he know
Brent?" I asked my wife as I joined her in the kitchen, taking over from
her in stirring the delicious looking pumpkin soup she had prepared.

"Don't look at me, I don't like the kid either. He has been totally eyeing
my ass all afternoon! I was I was joking," Kimberley said, rolling her eyes
as she did so.

"He did what? Okay, he's out of here..."

"Daniel, no! Think of Brent. Okay, what do you think will happen if you
chase that disgusting boy out of here? He will obviously make Brent's life
a living jell! He's just the sort of boy who would do shit like
that. Brent's happy, I guess. They've been playing all afternoon. If you go
and ruin that now, Brent is just gonna turn impossible. Hopefully it will
just be a short lived friendship. Please God..."

To make things worse, that Paddy just had to be handsome as hell. Fucking
hell, what do they put in the water around here these days? Why is every
single young pre teen boy you evidently blessed with such damn good looks?

They played for over an hour still, delaying our dinner in the
process. Each and every time that I wanted to tell Paddy to go home and
that it was time for Brent to do his homework and eat his dinner, Kimberley
would stop me. I get that she was only thinking about Brent and his
happiness but why did THAT now suddenly all depend on a boy we only got
introduced to today?

Eventually they switched the TV off and I saw out of the corner of my eye
how Paddy took Brent's Nintendo and place it inside his bag.

"Little damn fucker..." I hissed before the two bots came to a stand still
in front of us.

"Can Paddy eat dinner with us? His brother ain't home yet," said Brent.

Since when did he start to say "ain't home" my good god...

Kimberley would have groaned if she could... I saw it inside her eyes but
she managed to keep her cool and offered Paddy a soup bowl of his own
before she quickly proceeded to warm up the pumpkin soup. It was a sheer
favourite of me and Brent, and we always enjoyed seeing who would finish
our meal first.

Paddy took one look at the delicious smelling soup and he pulled a
disgusted face. I mean, the little shit didn't even try and hide his
displeasure of what he had been served. He downright sniffed at it and then
gave Brent a scowl of a look.

"Something wrong, Paddy?" I asked him straight out, looking him full in the
eyes. The kid was a bully, end of. I wasn't gonna take much more of this
crap. I only bloody met him and I couldn't fucking stand him. I didn't care
whether he and Brent were fucking besties or not.

"I don't like this. It looks like piss," Paddy said and he crossed his arms
in front if his chest, something Brent was never allowed to do when at the
table.

Kimberley was understandably, visibly upset at Paddy's intense words and I
knew the only reason she still kept quiet was because he was a friend of
Brent. I, on the other hand, couldn't really give a shit.

"Awww, well that's a shame. Piss is usually yellow, not orange like the
soup, but I guess you're not old enough yet to know the difference. Why
don't you call someone to come and fetch you? Then you don't have to see it
anymore."

I had struck a nerve.

"Dad...!" I heard Brent hiss, his voice hoarse and his entire face drenched
in sheer horror, but I wasn't having any of it. Better end this so called
friendship now, while he still could.

Paddy glared at me. He was clearly not used to someone speaking to him in
that tone of voice. Too bad. This was my son and my house. Even worse...he
insulted MY wife.

"See you at school..." Paddy said maliciously, in such a manner that even
Kimberley drew in some breath. The message was quite clear, there was no
mistake. Brent was gonna pay for what just happened.

Paddy was halfway to the door when I called out his name. He stopped in his
tracks, but he didn't turn around and face me.

"Before you go, can you pretty please give back Brent's Nintendo I saw you
putting inside you're bag? That thing is really expensive."

"Dad, stop it! I said he could borrow it!" Brent yelled at me from across
the table . He had NEVER done that before.

Only then Paddy turned around and if looks could kill, then I would gave
surely been six feet under.

"Know what, Doctor? Suck my dick!" he screamed in retaliation before
opening his bag, taking out Brent's Nintendo Switch and with great demonic
pleasure threw it onto the wooden floors of our kitchen as hard as he
could.

The damn contraption broke into several pieces which was scattered all over
the place. Further more he proceeded to smash a piece with both his feet
before running out of the house as quick as he could.

Brent was in absolute tears as he slowly knelt down and picked up a broken
piece of his beloved Nintendo. Tears continued to rolled down his cheeks
and in that moment, I felt like a fucking monster. I should have trusted
Brent. I should have asked him first, not out right accused Paddy of
stealing the Switch. Brent stood up and ever so slowly walked up the stairs
to his room, the sniffs and soft cries could be heard every step he took.

"Its not your fault. That Paddy had it coming. We'll get him another
one. Let me warm up dinner again..." Kimberley said as she took the bowl of
uneaten cold pumpkin soup from in front of me.

**

In the days that followed, Brent stayed in his room after he had gotten
home from school every day.

He only spoke to either me or Kimberley when he absolutely had to or when
he needed help with his homework. I had a feeling that Paddy might
eventually retaliate against Brent but this far I didn't have any proof of
that. If Brent was being bullied or anything like that, he surely wasn't
talking. What could we do? Over react like I did when I accused Paddy of
stealing?

About a week after Switch incident I came home early from work because I
wanted to spent some quality time with Brent. Kimberley made sure that we
were alone so that me and my son could talk things out. God knows, I really
missed having Brent's four inch kiddie boner inside of my mouth. The
chances that he would let me suck him off now though, was zero, I
thought. Not in his current mood swings.

Which is why the noises I heard before I had even entered our home was all
the more confusing. I knew what those noises meant. And what you had to get
up to, to create them. I just didn't recognised the voice who made them.

Quietly as a mouse I entered the house and peeped around the corner of the
kitchen and I saw no one. The noises was more and more frequent now, with
it clearly coming from Brent's bedroom upstairs. If Brent was doing what I
thought he was doing...I would really wanna have in on that!

Boy cocks...I'm a paedophile. Shoot me.

"Yeah, you fucking sissy...you daddies boy...you probably jack off thinking
of him, don't you, you sick freak..."

My eyes and ears refused to believe what was happening. As I peeped inside
Brent's room, it was becoming clear as day. My son was down on his knees
giving Paddy the mother of all blow jobs. The kid might have been eleven,
twelve, who knows, I couldn't have cared less. That little brat, only had a
cock that fucking was the size of my own!

Paddy was sitting on Brent's chair, facing away from his dresser and with a
blindfold over his eyes. Brent must have seen my shadow as he flickered his
eyes over to his bedroom door and he allowed Paddy's rock hard piece of
meat...it must have been a solid seven inches give or take...flop out of
his mouth. It bobbed in mid air, red and angry looking, very much like its
owner.

"Did I say you can stop? Did I? Suck my dick! I don't even wanna see your
face because you make me sick! Faggot! You owe me, for what your dad said,
so get back there and just DO IT!"

**

As a father, I was so damn close to grabbing Paddy and slinging him out of
my house and out of my son's life, cock first at that.

As a paedophile...I wanted desperately to taste that boy's huge meat.

It seemed insane that such a little boy such as Paddy could possibly have
such a big boy dick...you read all these stories on Nifty's Adult Youth and
Young Friends section about young boys having cocks that pretty much looked
giant in their tiny boy bodies...but except this wasn't a story. This was
real life.

My mouth watered. Paddy was uncut, his thick foreskin slobbered all over
with my son's spit. From what I could gather, Paddy was forcing Brent to
give him a blowjob, but he literally didn't wanna SEE him do it. He wanted
to simply get his rocks off.

"Don't make get up from here and fuck you up, you pathetic Daddies boy..."

That was it. I had enough.

I signalled to Brent to keep quiet. I quickly manoeuvred myself to be in
front of Paddy. A shocked expression dwarfed Brent's features as he
realised what I was about to do. I winked at my son, before touching the
boy...well, huge ass dick on this eleven year old boy's body.

Amazed. Truly amazed. Such a shame it belonged to such a douche hag.

It felt like warm steel inside my hand. How he didn't realise that it was a
grown man's hand touching his cock, I'll never know.

My mouth watered as I pulled back the foreskin and saw his fully exposed
dick before me. Begging to be given attention. His damb piss slit was wide
and flaring. His dick pulsed as I slowly stroked it
up...down...up...down...a hiss from above assured me that I haven't lost my
skills.

I leaned down and smelled his penis...a faint whiff of soap and much more
of stale piss and sweat devoured my nostrils which in turn placed my
hormones on red alert. I had to taste him, I just HAD to!

"Fuck yeah...yeah faggot, suck my big dick..." Paddy groaned in utter
sexual pleasure as I took his cock in to my mouth. My God, it tasted even
better than it looked. I twisted my tongue around his cock head and I felt
a shudder in his groin. This wasn't a twelve year old boy blowing him. Only
he didn't know that.

My lips fluttered up and down the sheer ample length he had to work with,
my eyes going crazy as I tasted every nook and cranny of this little brat's
adult sized penis. It was so warm...so precious...so incredibly hard and
pumped full of blood.

"My balls...suck my balls...!" Came the order, although a little more
needy, a little more gentler than the previous barking was.

Keeping his seven incher inside my fingers, making sure to keep the jacking
off motion going over and over, caressing his piss slit with my experienced
thumb and palm...making his legs and his belly tremble with desire...I
leaned down and gobbled up his left side nut.

Fucking hell. Smack my face and call me Rhianna.

How old was this kid? Did he fail some grades? Because no eleven year old
could have possibly have balls the size of this kid! It was like rolling ab
egg shaped object around my hungry, trembling and thirsty beak...over and
over until I felt his hardness throb with lust and the need to cum. I
swiped his left ball one. More time before diving down and taking the right
nut in my mouth, and awarding it with the same treatment as I had given its
twin.

By now the normally confident and bad ass Paddy was moaning and groaning
like a little bitch in heat! I signalled to Brent with my eyes towards his
mobile phone laying on his desk. He immediately understood what I meant and
very quiet, careful not to make Paddy suspicious, stood up and quickly
grabbed said phone. He opened up the video app and careful not to get me
inside the shot, he started recording.

I gave Paddy's nut the sponge bath it deserved all whilst jacking off that
big dick at an alarming rate. I couldn't suck that delicious meat now,
because the video would show my face, that I knew. All I could so was to
get him off someway else.

A mad idea entered my brain.

I carefully released his right ball, his cock looking right then like a
pure miniature version of Apollo 13, all revved up and ready to sky
rocket. I bathed both of his balls one more time before taking a generous
swipe at his ass.

"Jesus! Get off me!" Paddy screamed, still blindfolded, bit even he could
recognise a tongue at his ass opening. I couldn't give a fuck. I had to
break this hold he had over Brent, the only fucking way I knew how and in
the only language trash like him understood.

He yelped as my tongue entered his ass...and immediately I tasted boy
sweat, boy stink...should have been disgusting to say the least, but to a
born paedophile like me, it tasted like sheer heaven on earth.

Suddenly my tongue jabbed past his ass cheeks and right into his tightly
squeezed boy hole...

"Fuck! Fuck! You fucking faggot! Yeah! Lick that ass!"

Where had he learned all of this...colourful language...my god...

I dove into his boy ass and started sucking and caressing his ass
muscles. Paddy was going ballistic above me and knowing that it was being
vireo recorded made it all too much better. My hand was a virtual blur on
this little boy's big dick and before I knew it...I had my tongue half was
inside his skanky ass.

I felt something happening inside his rock hard penis. It bubbled and
pulsated. It started to shake and shudder. The boy was heaving and drooling
like a man possessed.

The seven incher fired two shots directly at mid air where it splattered
against the carpet inside the room. Thick...potent...boy cream at its
finest.

The next shot didn't shoot as far but merely poured out of his spent boy
dick and landed on his stomach, where it immediately pooled and started to
cool off. The fourth and final shot of boy cream was meekly dribbling out
of his cock and simply slided down his massive length to finish pooling at
the base of his balls.

I couldn't take the chance to taste his sperm directly from that sweet hard
cock. Not as long as he was thinking it was Brent doing all of this. My eye
caught the spent sperm that had landed on the carpet...without thinking I
scooped some up and dabbed my fingers inside my mouth.

Jesus. It was cold as hell and it tasted like battery acid. It had probably
been tastier when it was warm. I wasn't regretting it though. Boy sperm was
boy sperm.

The video was done. Brent gave his phone to me and I walked over to the
little shit, who was trying desperately to catch his breath back after his
orgasm.

I ripped the blindfold from his eyes and he immediately closed both of them
to shield it against the sudden light which had hurt his head. Inch by inch
he started to focus as the view became crystal clear...and he saw ME
standing before him, rather than Brent.

"What the fuck..." he mumbled before getting up as fast as lightning, and
hovering between me and Brent, both hands covering his privates.

"WHAT THE FUCK?" he screamed once more, only this time twice as loud.

I didn't say anything, I didn't need to. I simply started to play the video
on Brent's phone and showed it to him as it did so.

No where in said video was my face nor my voice shown or heard, make no
mistake, Brent did a superb job. Paddy must have also realised the exact
same thing because once moment be was still staring at the video in horror,
and the next he literally jumped at me with both hands in trying to snatch
it away.

"Give it here! I fucking swear, I'll slice both of you!" he screamed at the
top of his voice.

"Big mistake, Sunshine. We have a video showing you begging for someone who
suck your balls...you call this person a faggot so people will know it's a
guy you're begging...and now a confession that you will physically hurt
us. If anything happens to me, Brent's mom, or Brent himself, this gets
shown to the police. How old are you really? Tell me!

All that I got from Paddy was a glare that he didn't once let soften.

"He's sixteen, Dad. He failed a couple of grades. He only looks that
young. He and his brother are in a gang..."

"SHUT UP!" Paddy screamed at Brent and once more lunged for the phone. I
held it out of his reach just in time.

"Get outta here. Accept you lost this round. Go and target another twelve
year old kid and leave mine the hell alone. Or...this gets shown on
national TV. Your choice."

Paddy picked up what was left on his clothes before storming out in utter
humiliation, red faced as anything. All that me and Brent heard was the
front door being slammed shut.

"Brent. Man, how did you get involved with scum like this?" I asked my son
and pulled him towards me for a hug. Poor boy, he must have been scared as
fuck.

"He seemed so cool, Dad. So awesome and in control. He...he was...I
mean..."

Suddenly I understood. How didn't I see this before? Because as much as I
loathed Paddy, there was one fact about him I couldn't deny.

"He was...incredibly good looking? Am I right?"

Brent nodded slowly, his face squeezed tightly against my chest.

"Buddy...why didn't you tell me? I wouldn't have had a problem with it, and
I still don't! You like boys, don't you?"

"I'm sorry..." Brent whispered hoarsely before I held him tighter against
me.

"Never say sorry for who or what you are. Okay? Hey...look at me..."

I knelt down so that I was eye to eye with my son. His tears was all over
his face. He must have held this in for quite a while, which also explained
why he was so angry and depressed lately.

He had obviously liked Paddy...probably more than he ever should have. The
idea that Paddy wouldn't be in his life one way or the other was
terrifying. I knew that feeling all too well. I was pretty sure it wasn't
quite love on Brent's side...but it was a very strong lust, it seemed,
towards the boy.

"You know what? Some day...some day you're gonna meet a very special
boy. Or a man. And you're gonna make friends, have loads of things in
common and you'll get on like a house on fire. And then...one day you'll
both realise that you want to be together. That you love each other. And
that there is no one on this earth that can stop you being together. It
will happen. Trust me. I won't lie to you."

Brent wiped his tears as he stared at me. For a few seconds all we did was
make eye contact. I still had both my hands on his shoulders. Touching him
was electrifying.

Who made the first move...I'll never know.

All I knew was my son's lips was on mine.

It wasn't a typical father/son kiss. Anything but.

We were kissing like lovers would.

I took my hand from his shoulder to his cheek and held his head towards
mine.

And we kept making out.

It wasn't a dream.

I was kissing my son.

And he, was giving as good as he got.

**



THANKS FOR READING!!

Has Doc Daniel and Brent's lives changed for ever now? Brent finally
admitted he was gay!

What about Doc Daniel's feelings for Zippy? And have they heard the last of
the evil Paddy?

Lemme know...and I'll write more xxx

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