Date: Mon, 4 Jan 2021 19:36:51 +0200
From: Ryan White <liciousryan@gmail.com>
Subject: Doctor Daniel, Chapter 8

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DOCTOR DANIEL
CHAPTER EIGHT

The kiss between me and my son was still going on and neither one of us
made any attempt whatsoever to pull away or even to ask what the fucking
hell we thought we were doing.

Brent was totally into this, I could tell, it was in reality kinda
impossible not to. He was quite literally all over me, his dear old
dad. The feeling was very mutual at that moment. I held his precious twelve
year old handsome pre teen face in the palm of my hand, keeping his head
steady as a rock as I kept plunging my tongue in and out of his mouth. I
could literally taste the aftermath of Paddy's juvenile cock which there
was still remains of, on Brent's breath. Say about the little evil fucker
what you wanted but God...his cock sure as hell wasn't little at all and it
tasted great.

Forget about Paddy.

Eventually, I released Brent's red, swollen lips and moved down to his
neck, where I gave him as good a hickey as any father would. I made love to
the crook inside of his collar bone and I felt him shudder and swear like a
pig in mud, as he dramatically threw his arms around me and held my head
close to his body.

I wasn't done. By any means.

From his neck my wet lips moved towards his throat, and I licked and sucked
at every nook and cranny I could possible think of. His entire throat area
as well as his under developed Adam's apple was covered in my saliva and by
the noises that he was making, I was assured that I was doing a good job.

His white school shirt was in the way of his naked upper body and boyish
torso.

For the first time in a while I actually stopped what I was doing and
looked at my son. His cheeks were puffy, his eyes were watery, his chest
was heaving at an alarming rate as well as the fact that he had a solid
boner waiting just for me tucked inside his underwear. Even hidden
underneath all that clothing I could see that little morsel was as hard, as
ever hard could be.

"You wanna stop?" I whispered hoarsely, my voice barely able to get out to
him.

Brent doubled over like he was being attacked as he violently shook his
head in negativity. He closed the gap on me, and kissed me once more. The
level of intimacy and the level of intensity I was receiving from this kid,
was off the charts. He fucking kissed me like I was the last man on this
great green earth.

With a desperate groan from deep inside my throat and the neediness to see
more and more of him I took the top buttons of his school shirt in my hands
and I emphatically RIPPED it apart. Buttons were splattering everywhere on
the floor but I didn't care or give a shit. I peeled off the shirt, or
rather what was left of it and there before he stood in front of me...a
beautiful handsome twelve year old boy. Just a hint of baby fat left on his
tummy but the rest was as slender as you liked.

"Dad...daddy..." came the yearning, aching plea and I wasn't about to
disappoint him.

Pulling him towards me I picked him up in my arms and gently placed him
onto his bed. He quivered as he took my hand and held it as tightly as
possible. My eyes softened. Even at this tender age...he must have known
that we had now crossed a line. One that could never be forgotten or let
go. I knew we'd have to have a serious talk after this, but now wasn't the
time.

I gently laid next to him and as always he smiled lovingly at me...since
the day he was born...every night I had rocked him to sleep or when I used
to read him bedtime stories...and he would look at me with those boyish
kiddie blue eyes...the exact same blue eyes that was staring at me in sheer
disbelief right now.

I leaned forward and captured his lips between mine once more, ever so
desperate to get back up in there. He gripped the duvet as I sucked on his
tongue, all the while caressing any remains of his body I could get my
hands on. I released his lips after a while, and just like we did when he
was a little boy, I playfully nuzzled my nose against his. He closed his
eyes and he suddenly had the biggest smile on his face imaginable...as if
he remembered how we did this, years and years ago.

"Lay back and enjoy. I love you, kiddo..." I whispered and kissed him one
last time before not stopping there this time...but instead making my way
down his body. I spent some time biting and licking his chin, kissing and
licking his cheek sides and his throat yet again, only this time I didn't
stop there. I went even further.

My lips seemed to dance across his flesh in a quiet little world of their
own. His upper chest tasted of a faint whiff of boy sweat, and yet there
was not a damn thing in this world that could tear my mouth from his body
right then. He moaned and gripped my hair inside both his hands as I made
my way down, kissing and licking his tummy...caressing his boy nipples with
my free right hand in the process.

Over and over my breath spewed onto his twelve year old body and by now he
was nearby playing drums on my scalp...god, he was pulling my hair so bad,
it actually hurt. I caressed his legs and most importantly...his knees. I
knew that was his weak spot, even since he had his first ever bath with
me. Tickle him there , and he was out for the count.

And finally...his twelve year-old fuck stick was making quite a dent inside
his school trousers. It looked like a miniature little shark encircling the
waters, ever so ready to attack. I pulled eagerly at the hems of his
trousers, and without me asking him to, he naturally lifted up his ass from
the bed so I could remove it. It yet again struck me senseless at just how
seemingly badly he wanted this. He WANTED his DAD to suck his cock. Other
boys would literally run a mile if this happened to them, but not my
boy. Not Brent.

His underwear somehow clung to his trousers and it all came off where it
sagged at the bottom of his ankles. Nervously... I now had in front of me a
very naked little boy with a boy cock that was so hard it could literally
pierce a watermelon. It bobbed in mid air but it was so unbelievably
hard...touching it would probably have him blowing like Krakatoa.

Jacking it off might too. There was no other way.

"Hooooooooly SHIT!" Brent screamed so loudly I would have sworn several of
the neighbours was on their phones calling the cops right now. He wailed
maniacally as he thrashed against my face as I sucked his four and a half
inch cock inside my wet mouth.

Oh God...boy cock...there was no comparison. Thank the lord if you were
able in real life to sample a pre teen penis. It was literally the most
taboo, most enjoyable thing you could ever do.

Juices from inside his little piss stick flowed onto my taste buds and I
gobbled up everything he could have given me and greedily so. I knew he
could cum and cum well...and as the true pure bred paedophile that I so
proudly was...I wanted every bit of that special, sweet kiddie boy syrup
that I could have gotten. Brent was hissing my now. His cock jumped inside
my mouth. My wife was on her way home, any damn time now...damn we spent so
much time in trying to get Paddy outta here we didn't notice the time at
all.

Up...down...up...down...how could something so small...be so
warm...pulsing...so hard.

His boy piss slit was flaring open every few seconds and I made quite sure
to stroke it with my tongue every now and then. The boy was sweating
bullets by now. I have given him blowjobs before but never anything like
this. I sucked that stone hard kiddie penis with literally everything I had
left inside of me. I was like a man possessed. I craved, I wanted his boy
sperms like it was nectar from the gods.

Eventually his legs started shaking. The grip he had on my hair slightly
lessened.

"Ah...daddy...oh daddy...I'm cumming...daddy, it's cumming..."

I sucked even harder.

Over and over. That twelve year old dick didn't quite know what had hit it.

The taste...jesus...the combination of boy piss and I swear, the sweetest
boy honey you could ever have imagined. My lips travelled the entire length
of his four and a half inches...desperately trying to remember this
moment...to embred this moment in my brain for eternity.

His balls were jiggling beneath me as I took only his cock head inside my
beak and sucked...and sucked...taking it out again and smearing his
foreskin...his juices...smearing it all over my lips...

I was never prepared.

His cum burst out of his piss slit the moment the morsel had touched my
mouth and lips. The stuff just kept coming and I immediately dove back onto
that delicious kiddie cock in order not to waste a single fucking drop. Boy
sperm was so hard to come by if you were a paedophile...impossible in some
instances and here I had virtually my very own supply.

Straight from the fucking source .

Although watery, Brent's cum tasted
awesome. Vibrant. Fresh. Warm. Nutty. I'm totally serious.

Brent sighed as he laid his head tiredly back onto the bed. My poor
boy. Forced to blow a terrifying bully just hours ago and now he himself
had experienced the blowjob of a lifetime, even if I do say so myself.

I crawled upwards until I was at his eye level. His eyes were closed but
they opened up slowly as I approached. He had the biggest smile he ever did
on his dial, and he lovingly cuddled into my chest. I kissed his forehead
and I could feel him holding me around my waist.

What have I done...this was enjoyable and all but...now comes the hard
part.

Kimberley could never...EVER find out about this. I was a little worried
about certain expectations that had now been created with what we did this
afternoon...Brent was a big boy though.

He would understand that this was a once off.

He would understand that we couldn't do it again.

Wouldn't he?

**

The following day my mind wasn't on the job at hand. I made several
mistakes making diagnosis on my patients and more than once my secretary
had to double check the medicines and tablets I had prescribed.

I knew I had to get myself straightened out but I couldn't stop thinking
about Brent. The sheer way he had looked at me at the dinner table last
night and even more so at breakfast this morning...a cross between hero
worshiping and anger every time that I had given attention to Kimberley.

So much so, that when she had given me a goodbye kiss, he took his back
pack in both hands, and stormed out of the house sulking. He didn't say one
word to Kimberley the whole way that she drove him to school. He spent the
fifteen minute ride in a utter childish silence, a perpetual scowl across
his entire face. Kimberley made it off as pre tern teen hormones...and I
wasn't about to tell her the truth.

**

My best friend in the whole world, and the only person in this whole wide
world who knew about my urges towards little naked boys, Paxton, came
running into my rooms very nearly at the close of business.

"Daniel, you almost finished? I have something you have GOT to see..."
Paxton replied...and he had a smile on his face that even fought Brent's
from yesterday afternoon.

"Wanna tell me what's up? You look like you have a hanger in your mouth," I
said as I wrote my last few prescriptions for my patients arriving tomorrow
for their refills.

Paxton sat down in the chair opposite mine, but it took him a mere ten
seconds before he excitedly stood up and walked towards my side window and
then back again to me.

"Is my memory fuzzy or did you once have a TV and a DVD player inside
here?" he asked, the smile never vanishing from his smug face.

"And what is this you see here?"

Paxton looked at me and then at my desk and then finally back to me.

"What do you mean?"

I sighed.

"Welcome to the new world! This, is a laptop computer. It's very much
capable of playing DVDs perfectly well without an actually DVD player...see
where I'm going with this?"

Paxton pulled a face before his smile returned.

"Well, what are you waiting for? Put this baby in there before someone else
comes in here!"

He pulled out a DVD from a brown envelope and held it over towards me. I
frowned before taking said envelope and the disk from him.

"What is this?" I asked, slightly shaking the package as if that would have
given me the answers.

Paxton sat back down. The smile had returned.

"I got that...from a very reliable source...he's quite a giant in the
kiddie porn game."

I froze. I tried to swallow but for some reason my throat wouldn't exactly
let me do that.

"Are you crazy bringing this here? It has child porn on it and you want me
to damn well put this inside my laptop? What if this thing has a ton of
viruses on it? Ever think of that?"

Paxton sat forward, checking first if someone had entered the rooms but it
was as empty as before.

"That's pure premium stuff, that is. I paid top dollar and it's straight
from the company that shoots the content. You wanna have a look?"

"No! Not even if you paid me. I dunno what's on here!" I protested and
stood up ready to go home.

Kiddie porn was never a good subject you wanted to talk about and even if
Paxton knew about my...affliction with little boys, it's awkward speaking
about it, even to say the least.

Paxton simply shrugged his shoulders and placed the envelope back on my
desk.

"I know you. Watch it in your own time and tell me what you think. Making
these...they are so taboo, that people pay big bucks to see them. And in
case you're wondering...the little boy on that DVD is just seven years
old."

With that, Paxton winked at me and left my consultation rooms, leaving the
DVD staring me down in the face.

**

"You better do something, Daniel! That son of yours is completely out of
control! He flat out refused to do his homework this afternoon, and he even
had the cheek to say that he doesn't need to do what I tell him! Can you
believe him? What on earth has happened to that child?"

I winced as Kimberley spoke.

I could give her an honest answer but THAT would no doubt come along with a
divorce and a jail sentence. I knew exactly why he was acting out. That
afternoon...it meant more to him that I realised. He had quite clearly now
started to resent his mother. And that wasn't okay in my book. I marched
over to his room and I didn't bother knocking as I always did.

"Dad!" Brent said emphatically as his eyes lit up and he rushed over to
give me a hug. I wanted to return it at first, but we needed to have a
little talk first.

"Sit down, buddy. I wanna talk to you. Now, why did you speak to your
mother like you did? If you DARE insult her again it's gonna be me and you
and military school!"

That was the one thing that always terrified the bejeezus out of him. Now
that he had come out as gay to me, I could understand why. I normally used
the military school threat on him when he was misbehaving and it usually
worked.

Not quite so much tonight.

"Dad, I don't care. I can't be here and see you...kissing Mom and hugging
her and doing shit with her when me and you..."

"Okay, Brent, lemme stop you there. Firstly that's my wife, and your
mother. You will respect her. That's not a question, that is an order."

"But dad..."

"...I wasn't finished. You will apologise to Mom and then...me and
you...what happened, happened and we both enjoyed it, right? But it's over
now. We were both vulnerable after the incident with Paddy and we needed
some release. We forget about it and move on. Okay? Okay? Brent, I'm
talking to you!"

Brent wiped his eyes and for the first time I saw that he was crying. He
swallowed a fair few times before he nodded slowly in half hearted
agreement. I stood up and ruffled his hair before I made my way out of the
room. Just as I reached the door...

"I love you, Dad..." came the whisper.

Dear God...what have I done?

**

Kimberley was fast asleep.

So was Brent. Or at least I hoped.

I was sitting inside the garage, with my laptop all charged up and ready
for use, whilst the DVD that Paxton gave me was swinging around my right
hand middle finger.

Should I...or shouldn't I...?

Fuck it.

We all one I was gonna watch it. What paedophile in his right mind
wouldn't?

The DVD was slid in. Now what?

The screen lit up immediately as the DVD started playing. Holy fucking
crap...that was such a young boy on the screen...! Way, way too young. My
god. I shivered.

The little boy was smiling widely and he had one front tooth
missing. Paxton was right, he couldn't have been older than seven.

Suddenly he stood up. I wanted to put the sound more louder but I was
genuinely afraid someone would hear me. What I was watching, was
jailbait. This kid was a few years older than a toddler.

The little boy took off his t-shirt that he was wearing. The little boy
nips was the first thing that caught my eye. He was SEVEN! They were rock
hard...even at this tender age. His thick floppy hair was dashed across his
forehead and in desperate need of a trim. He then took off his shorts, and
he was wearing nothing else...only he was now standing in front of the
camera in his Ninja turtles undies.

I was rock hard by now. My cock was straining in my pyjamas. Jesus...this
little tyke shouldn't even know what sex was at this age...

And finally, he took off his underwear.

A sound much like an injured lamb escaped my throat.

Except for Brent when he was seven himself...I had never seen another pre
pubescent boy dick in my entire life. It looked so small...so incredibly
tiny...

A hand appeared. With hair on the arm and at the bottom of said hand. It
was definitely that of a male adult.

The hand took hold and control of the boy dickie...that little morsel that
was only a mere seven years old...and began to masturbate the little tyke.

I nearly smashed the laptop in trying to keep my hormones and my anxiety
under control. This was so wrong...sexually pleasuring a boy so young...it
SHOULD have been disgusting. That man should be in jail...and yet...it
wasn't. It was beautiful. I could have stared at this for hours.

The little boy eventually stretched out his limbs as his dickie was jacked
off ever so slowly...as the camera fully focused on his chubby little
cheeks and his delicious looking red penis.

When he had his eventual boygasm...the camera showed his face.

The incredible way his eyes fluttered and rolled back in his skull...the
way his little open mouth and puffy red lips was uttering words I couldn't
hear. They must have edited this part in afterwards...because a close up of
his child's penis was shown the moment it hit orgasm. That one inch little
spike of hardness throbbed and bobbed in the air trying to spew out the
previous boy honey that would still take a good five or so years.

I shut the laptop down...and suddenly it was pitch dark around me inside
the garage.

No wonder Paxton had paid top dollar...this was lethal shit. Hard-core
kiddie boy porn, if I had ever seen it.

The way Paxton spoke...it sounded like we could do it as well. Get in on
this and make some decent money...not to even mention quench our thirst for
little boy cock.

Was I mentally ready to do...that...and even more...to a child that young?
I had a conscious...but I also had a sex drive.

What to do...what to do...?

**



THANKS FOR READING!!!

Doctor Daniel is about to get interesting. Lemme know what he should do
regarding getting in on kiddie porn lol.

Stay safe xx

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