Date: Thu, 13 Oct 2022 15:32:04 +0200
From: mushu410@mail.com
Subject: Dougie's Visit Chapter 2 (Revised)

Dougie's Visit
Chapter 2
A Thousand Kisses

       Having given my new little 10-year-old houseguest a very thorough
and erotically intense bath, I had put him to bed and was reading in my own
bed when I looked up saw his naked figure in the doorway.  We were both so
tired that I had put both him and myself to bed naked.  "What's the matter,
little buddy?" I asked, "can't you sleep?"
       He just walked into the room and stood by my bed, looking beautiful
in the subdued light from my bedside lamp.  And not just beautiful, but he
looked so vulnerable standing there--so pale, so thin; and not even a
teddy bear to sleep with as it was lost by the airline.  "You wanna sleep
with me?" I asked.  He just stood there.  So I lifted up the covers and
started to move over.  Before, I could even make enough room for him, he
had jumped in, wrapping his leg over mine and his right arm across my
stomach.  He rested his head on my chest.  I could feel his little uncut
cock pressed against my thigh.  He was soft but I was already getting hard
from all this closeness.  With my left hand, I stroked his hair and I ran
my right hand up, down, and around--all over his back and butt.
       He sighed and "Mmmm-ed" and squeezed me, trying to press himself
into me even more.  After about 5 minutes he started to loosen up.  I could
feel him relaxing and felt that the tension was leaving his body.  After
another 5 minutes, he seemed completely relaxed and at ease.  I was about
to drift off to sleep when he spoke: "Uncle Brick?"
	"What Buddy?"  It was the first time he had called me by name.
	"I really liked my bath," he said in a quiet, high, little boy
voice-he was talking not like himself, but more like a 3-year-old.
	Somehow, hearing him talk like that made me melt.  I was thinking
that this kid was going to be putty in my hands.  And I was going to be
putty in his.  Sigh....
	"That's good, my young friend," I said, "`cause I really liked
giving it to you.  And I'll do it any time you want.  Or anything else you
want," I replied.  "You will?" he said.  "Anything?"
	"Yup.  Anything you want or need to make you feel
better--anything you would like."  He was quiet for a moment, then he
looked up at me and smiled (first time for that as well).  "You know what
I'd like?" he said.  "I'd like a kiss."  I gave him a nice big loud
smacking kiss right on top of his head.
	"No, not like that, a REAL kiss" he said.  "I'm not sure I know
what you mean, buddy," I replied.  And with that, he leaned up and gave me
a gentle kiss right on the lips.  What's more, he held if for about 5
seconds.  "Wow!" I said, my cock now fully erect.  "Where did you learn to
kiss like that?" I asked.
	"What do you mean?" he replied.  "I thought everybody knew how to
kiss."
	"Yeh, but...have you ever kissed someone on the mouth and held it
for that long?"
	"Nope.  Was it good?"
	"Oh, Dougie, it was VERY good.  I don't know when I've had such a
nice kiss, it was-" and then I was interrupted as he quickly put his head
down to me and planted a kiss on my lips once again, and this time he held
it and held it.  My cock was raging!  I started passionately rubbing him
all over--his silky hair, gently stroking his cheeks, rubbing down his
back to the top of his things, squeezing and pawing at his butt, pulling
his cheeks apart, even rubbing my finger gently over his little
hole--nothing phased him--he kept kissing me!  Finally he broke off me
and put his head up.  "How was that?!" he asked enthusiastically (now
talking in his normal voice-- The psychologist was right--give him some
affection and make him feel secure and he will start to come out of his
shell.)
	"That was awesome, little buddy!  San-frantastic!" I replied.  He
gave a little giggle and looked at me smiling.  "Dougie," I continued,
"there are two things you can do to make kissing even better."
	"What's that, Uncle Brick?"
	"The first is just to wet your lips."  His little tongue popped out
of his mouth and made a circle around his preteen pink lips.  Then he put
it back in and moved his mouth around-I could tell he was trying to get his
tongue good and wet.  Then he ran his tongue over his mouth a few more
times.  I did the same to mine.  "Let's try it now!" he said.
	Oh man, that definitely made a difference!  What's does that old
song say?  "Kisses sweeter than wine..."
	"Hey Dougie," I broke away for a second, "try doing different
things with your mouth.  Move it all around mine, have it open wide, then
in between, then almost closed.  Suck on one or both of my lips, then let
me suck on yours.  Pucker your lips up part of the time-stick them out.
	He tried it all--everything and it was great--what a fast
learner!  This night was getting better by the minute!  "Okay, Dougie," I
said, breaking away from the kiss and panting a bit, "there's one more
thing that people sometimes do.  It may sound a little strange at first but
some people really like it," (he was looking at expectantly) "and that is
to kiss with your tongues."  (His little brow was furrowed.)  "It's called
a French kiss.  Just try sticking out your tongue and touch mine with
yours."  He readily did as I stuck out my tongue.  Man!
	"Is that it?" he asked.  (Oh, this kid!)
	"No, we can do anything and everything with our tongues.  We can
put them in each other's mouths, move them around, take turns sucking each
other's tongues, then we can take a break and go back to regular kissing a
bit.  You wanna try it?"
	Instead of speaking, he just moved in and put his tongue in my
mouth.  Oh fuck!!  So HOT!  I gently sucked his tongue a bit while I
continued to rub him all over--getting more passionate and rougher, more
like pawing him all over, especially his butt.  This little boy with his
little mouth and his little 10-year-old tongue had me so freakin' turned
on!
	We went on like this for about 5 or 10 minutes and then I pulled
away.  I needed a break to take all this in.  He scooted down and rested
his head back on my chest.  After a few minutes, he turned his head and
pressed into me, like he was trying to bury his head in my chest.  And he
started to squeeze me with his arm and leg.  He said in a far-off, little
boy voice, almost sounding like a 2-year-old: "Are we done?"
	"No, Dougie, no, not at all!  I was just taking a little break."
(Shoot, he was regressing already.)  "I'll do whatever you want, Dougie.
Would you like a great big hug?"  Silence.  "Would you like a backrub?"
Still silence.  "Would you a thousand kisses?"  His head popped up and
there was a glimmer in his eye.  "YYEESSS!!" he exclaimed.  "Where would
you like them?" I asked.  "Everywhere--all over my body!" he replied with
a smile.
	"ALL over your body?"
	"Yup."
	"Every spot?"
	"Yup."
	"Every square inch?"
	"Uh-huh."
	"Every square centimeter?" I asked.
	"Every square millimeter!" he cried.
	Oh boy-this was going to be interesting...  I gently rolled him
away from me and onto his back, then slid myself, then him toward the
center of the bed.  I started with the top of his head--his wonderful
soft, silky, shampoo-smelling, beautiful light blond hair.  I had soon
worked my way down to his ears.  I tongued them--running the tip of my
tongue behind them, then in every nook and cranny.  Then, I sucked the
earlobe for a while and then--I couldn't help it--I put the entire ear
in my mouth and sucked it as well.  I did the same thing with both ears.
	I found I wasn't just kissing him.  I was making love to him.
While my intention was to simply shower him with affection, I couldn't help
but let my passion out as well.  As I kissed him with my lips, I rubbed my
face all over him.  I sometimes dragged myself from one place to another,
never lifting my wet lips off of his precious body.  I found myself making
little humming noises, big sighs, almost moaning out loud at times.  And I
found he was making just about the same noises.
	I worked my way across his forehead, the bridge of his nose, kissed
both his eyes, all over his cheeks, a peck on the lips... down to the
neck--no hickeys, but some sucking of course.  He continued to make
little cooing noises and sighs.  I worked my way across his left shoulder
and down the outside of his arm.  With my big adult mouth and his skinny
little four foot frame, it really didn't take that long to cover a lot of
territory.  And who cares even if it did?  We were both enjoying the
journey.  When I got to his left hand, I pursed my lips into a tiny "o" and
then went down on each finger in turn, going up and down a few times and
sucking each one gently a bit.  A foreshadowing of things to come?  Would
I?  Should I?  He did say "every square millimeter."  And the psychologist
said to give him whatever he wanted in the way of affection...
	I worked my way back up the inside of his arm and to his little
armpit--another part of the body (male or female) that had never caught
my attention until now.  But now to me, on 10-year-old Dougie, it was
another place of intimacy--a place normally hidden, in the dark.  And
yet, with his white skin and the fact that armpits don't get a lot of
sunlight, it was blinding white, like his ass--so pure, so sweet.  I dove
in with even more passion: licking, sucking, pressing my face in almost
like I was trying to enter him or eat him-I don't know which.
Unfortunately, like most little boys, he was ticklish there and pulled away
from me, but he wasn't laughing really.  "Don't stop, I like it," he said.
"I'll try to stay still."
	Hmmmm--permission!  So I dove back, in covering every square inch
of the little forbidden zone.  I held on to his right shoulder to keep him
in place.  He wasn't really trying to get away but he was rolling his butt
back and forth and his legs were thrashing.  Of course, I had just bathed
him but I had to wonder what eating out his little pit would be like after
a day of playing outside on a hot day.  What would it taste like then?...
He was now panting and yelping, making fairly loud "Ah" and "Uh" sounds.
When I thought he had had enough (I hadn't) I released him.  "Did you like
that, Dougie?" I asked.  "Oh yes," he replied, "that was the best!"  ("The
best?  You have no idea," I thought to myself.)
	As I moved onto his sweet pec, I began to rub him up and down with
my left hand.  I went from the top of his chest down to the top of his
thighs, not overlooking his little sex organ.  He was still soft in
contrast to my hard cock--so hard I felt like it could explode any
minute, and I don't mean cum, but literally explode--burst apart with a
huge bang, into a million pieces.  I wanted to get him hard because I
thought he would enjoy the kissing more if he were aroused--especially
the armpits, and his little nipples at which I would soon arrive.  I
decided to go down one side and head for his cock.  Maybe I would kiss it
and get it hard.  I don't know.  Or maybe my rubbing would have him hard
soon so that when I worked my way up the other side later, he would really
swoon when I sucked the tit and pit on his right side.
	I just sucked his left nipple long enough to make it perk up.  He
was still cooing but didn't seem to have a huge reaction to that.  Oh well.
I figured that if his dick got hard and he got into the nipple sucking, I
could spend a lot of time on both of them later.
	I worked my way down his ribs and onto his stomach, giving him some
raspberries, of course, which made him giggle--of course.  I spent a lot
of time eating out his little innie belly button (wouldn't you?).  This
brought more giggles from him, not so much as it tickled but just little
boy giggles at the silliness of what was being done to him.
	I circled around his groin and kissed his hip bone, working down to
his thigh.  When I reached his mid-thigh, I heard that soft little-boy
voice again: "Uncle Brick?"
	"Yes?"
	"Don't forget my peepee."
	Time seemed to stop for a moment.  The most beautiful 10-year-old
boy imaginable, with whom I had been extremely intimate in the past hour,
for whom I was extremely hard, was now asking me to kiss his "peepee."
	"You want me to kiss that peepee, little guy?"
	"Yes, please."
	"Say it for me.  Put it in a sentence."
	"Kiss my peepee, Uncle Brick, kiss my peepee, pleeeease!  Make it
feel good like you're doing to the rest of me!"
	"Okay, you got it, hot stuff," I said.  This was a big step, for me
anyway.  I'm not sure it meant the same to him--I think at this point, it
was just part of his skin like his forehead or cheek.  And he had said he
wanted to be kissed everywhere.  But for me, I was now about to put my
mouth on a cock for the first time in my life.  And not a big old, hairy,
nasty, man-cock.  But the sweetest, most beautiful little cock I had ever
seen--that I could ever imagine.  I wished that I could look at it and
kiss it at the same time but you can't do both.  So I slowly went in.
	First, I planted a gentle kiss in the middle of the shaft.  Then I
started making gentle kisses up and down it.  I toned down on the passion,
because I didn't want to hurt him by being rough on this most sensitive
part of the body.  I kissed all around his groin-his penis, his tight
little ballsack--all the spots I had skipped.  While he was clearly
enjoying it--he had his eyes closed and just the hint of a smile on his
sweet little face--he still was not getting aroused.  I kissed all around
him another minute, then stopped.  Something drove me...
	"Dougie... would you... would you um, like a French kiss on your
peepee?"
	"Okay."
	That's all he had to say.  But that was enough for me.  Permission
given.  Permission accepted.  Once again, I had to pause a moment to take
all this in.  I mean, my head was spinning.  I stared at his beautiful
little package--his tiny little balls pulled up under that cute little
inch and a half peepee with the foreskin hanging off of it.  It was so hot
to look at--the way the creases where his stomach turned into his legs
came down into a "V" and at the bottom of the "V"...his sex, just hanging
off the bottom of his trunk--there right between his spread legs--there
for the taking.  It looked like I could easily take both cock and balls
into my mouth at the same time.
	So I did.
	Fireworks.  That's what it was like in my brain.  Like fireworks
going off.  FUCK!  I've got this beautiful kid's beautiful little cock and
balls in my mouth!!  Oh FUCK, OH SHIT!!  I was gently sucking on his entire
groin which still wasn't even filling my mouth.  I opened my mouth more and
took him in deeper, sucking in the end of his trunk--the center of his
body.  I started rubbing my hands up and down over his body--his hips,
his stomach, chest, armpits, arms.
	Dougie was getting louder with the humming and cooing noises
now--definitely enjoying my ministrations.  I felt his cock throb ever so
slightly in my mouth and decided to go for the gold.  I pulled off his
groin and just took the still little cock into my mouth.  I sucked harder
and pulled back as I did--trying to suck blood into it and get his little
pecker rock hard.  When I went back down, I would make that "o" with my
lips and slobber all over it as I sucked it into my mouth, then back out
with sucking.  It was working.  I know that I keep saying that things I've
done with him were the best ever but I'm telling you the truth, feeling
that sweet little cock getting hard in my mouth was by far the most erotic
experience of my entire life.
	In no time he was fully erect--his whole, hard, two inches, his
foreskin still stretched over the head.  He was hard as steel--it was
like sucking on a fat little nail.  Except it had skin.  Dougie's skin.
Sweet, little Dougie's skin!  I was sucking Dougie's 10-year-old dick!!!
	By now as you can imagine, he was doing more than just cooing.
"Oh...oh...I never... Oh, Uncle Brick!"  His little legs were thrashing and
at times he was lifting up his little behind to push his hard little peepee
into my hot, salivating mouth.  Fireworks in my brain--this was
stupendous!  "To hell with going back up to his nipples again," I thought:
"I'm going to get this kid off!"
	I didn't want it to happen just yet, though.  I wanted to prolong
it.  Actually, how long would it take?  Could he even have an orgasm at his
age?  I didn't know, but I was sure going to find out.
	I released his cock from my mouth and then sucked just his balls.
His head was thrashing from side to side and he was still yelping out
"oohs" and "ahhs."  I pulled off and just licked his balls.  I made a point
with the tip of my tongue and gently flicked it on the spot between them.
He was loving it!  Everything I tried he seemed to like just as much.  I
went further down, swabbing his perineum with big lapping motions like a
dog, then once again, gently tickling the center up and down with the tip
of my tongue.  He spread his legs and moved his feet up toward his body,
bending his knees to give me further access.  Access.  I could see the
cleft of his little ass now, almost to his hole.  His hole.
	I raised up and roughly flipped him over in one swoop, not hurting
him, but not wasting any time either.  "No!" he cried, "Do my peepee!  Do
my pee--."  And then he stopped as my face landed on his butt.  I was an
animal now, rubbing, kissing, sucking, licking.  I couldn't get enough of
that fantastic ass.  Nor was he complaining.  "Oh, oh, oh!" he cried.  No
more with the humming and cooing, or even the oohs and ahhs--now it was
loud little, horny yelps coming out of those sweet, pink lips.
	I started to kiss and slurp more toward the center.  I had a hand
on each cheek, massaging them, spreading them, opening and closing them.
Rimming?  Something else that had never in my life interested me.  Until
NOW.  It wasn't even a question of if I wanted to do it or not.  I knew I
wanted to do it--HAD to do it--at this point, couldn't NOT do it even
if you gave me a million dollars.
	"Dougie!" I raised up and growled, "I'm gonna French kiss your
HOLE!"  I didn't wait for a response.  I dove in--lapping and sucking as
if my life depended on it.  I could hear a scream start to build in him (I
kept rimming).  It started as a guttural sound then rose up both in volume
and pitch until he was screaming like a super high-pitched train whistle.
The almost violent intensity of it pulled me out of my frenzy and I raised
my head up.  Had I gone too far?
	He was panting and still thrashing.
"Don't... don't... don't... DON'T STOP!" he cried out.
	"Whatever it takes!" I almost screamed to myself inside my head as
I dove back down, stabbing my tongue at his hole.  "If it takes me all
night, I'm going to make this kid cum!  If it takes every ounce of my
energy until I pass out, I'm going to give this kid the best sensation of
his life!"
	Actually, I think I already was.  I was in turn lapping over his
entire hole, then sucking on his pucker, then stabbing at it, then sucking
on it while I simultaneously pointed my tongue and stabbed at the center,
trying to get inside.  He continued to make those high-pitched
screams--screams that could break glass.  I was relieved to know that my
condo had good soundproofing.  In between screams, he would pant and buck
his ass around.  I was having to use a great deal of strength just to hold
him down.  But he told me, "DON'T STOP!" and I wasn't going to stop--not
for anything--not until he felt and experienced the fireworks that were
already going on in my brain.
	I got up on my knees to get more leverage and pushed my head on
him, using that along with my arms to hold down his ragingly horny little
ass.  I tried to pry his hole open a little with my thumbs but he was so
tight and I didn't want to hurt him.  Maybe if I could get him to relax...
	So, I backed off just a little in my passion and just started a
steady, gentle lapping, nothing else.  It was working.  I felt him relax a
little and he stopped making those almost psychotic sounding shrill
screams.  He just barely stopped though as he continued to make loud,
almost constant moaning sounds.  Fuck, it sounded so hot.  I was so
incredibly turned-on!  And yet, at the same time, there was another element
to it.  It's hard to describe in words but it was like, beyond the sex, I
was taking care of him as a little boy--almost as if it had never gotten
sexual, as if I were just giving him an innocent back massage.  Only
instead I was giving him a butthole massage...with my tongue.  And then, on
another level along with that, it was as if I was making love to him.
Almost worshipping the altar of his ass--the little entrance to the
center of his being.  I just so wanted to take care of him totally,
thoroughly--in any way I possibly could.
	I lapped and lapped and lapped and lapped, like dog who had smelled
gravy.  He was still moaning and still moving some.  This went on for five,
ten minutes, maybe longer.  I didn't mind--it was great!  I think I felt
some of the tightness leave his wound up little winker.  Oh FUCK, what I
was doing--what I was about to do had me so turned on!  I sped up on the
lapping and made my tongue more pointed, just concentrating right on his
sweet little anus.  He definitely was relaxing.  But not enough.
Meanwhile, my horniness was getting stronger and stronger at the thought of
getting into that sweet little hole!
	I started pressing my face in, almost making noises like a dog as I
ground my face into his crack, demanding entrance to his most private of
private spots.  "C'mon, little guy," I said inside my head.  "Let me in.
Let me in."
	I just couldn't help myself as I again upped my level of passion,
going back to the sucking, the stabbing the licking.  Although now, despite
the sexual frenzy we were both in, his hole was feeling softer--the
barrier of Mount Dougie was being slowly broken down.  It seemed as though
the slight pull back of attack and the gentle lapping I had done for a
while had re-energized me.  "Ahh!" I heard myself crying out loud as I ate
out his phenomenal little ass.  Lick, slurp, suck, stab.  Lick, slurp,
tongue, suck, stab!  He was getting more worked up as well, not quite at
the screaming stage but on the brink.  I could tell he was working hard to
keep his little butt still and in contact with my horny tongue.  He was
beating his head against the pillow and smashing his face into it as he
squeezed handfuls of the sheet tightly.  His moans were coming faster and
louder: "OHH!!  OHH!!  YYESSSSS!!!"
	I could stand no more.  I had to get in.
	I flipped him over so fast it almost took the breath out of him.  I
quickly got between his legs.  I pulled him down toward me, getting his
head off the pillow, then in one swoop, I got my hands under his knees and
flipped them up and over so that his knees were now on either side of his
head, his cock pointed at his face, his back vertical but upside down, his
ass high in the air and spread wide.  It all seemed to happen in a split
second--in one motion.
	"Dougie!" I said, almost shouting with desire.  "I want you to open
up your hole for me.  It will feel really good, I promise.  Just try to
relax it and then push out just like you're trying to push out a piece of
poop."  Like every sexy thing I had told him to do that night, he
immediately and perfectly complied.  Oh what a site!  His open hole!!!
Maybe about one percent of me wanted to just stop and stare at it.  But I
knew I'd have him all summer and could do that any time.  The other 99
percent of me dove in with 150 percent ferocity!  My tongue is in his ass;
MY TONGUE IS IN HIS AAASSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!  OH FUCK!  OH FUCK!
OH...FUCKKKKK!!!!!!
	People fantasize about things for years and maybe finally get to do
them, maybe never.  Tonight it seemed as though I had done 100 unbelievably
wonderful things that I had never fantasized about--never even thought
about until seconds before they happened.  I was in ecstasy.  My brain
could barely process the lust, the joy, the intensity I was feeling.
	Dougie was obviously overwhelmed as well.  I could hear the scream
coming up again.  That's okay, I wanted to make him scream.  I wanted to
hear it--those scary, horny, impossibly high-pitched, blood-curdling,
psycho-screams.
	"AAAHHHHHHH!!!" he cried over and over, just seeming to take a
second in between to catch a breath.  I know I keep saying this but I was
now at an even more erotic moment in my life--beyond anything I had ever
imagined.
	Having Dougie in this position not only made it easier to get deep
into his butt, but it made it harder for him to thrash around as much,
which meant I could keep more constant contact with his precious little
pucker.  He couldn't move his head and it was harder to thrash his body
around with it being pointed up in the air as it was and with me holding
onto his butt.
	Of course he was still flailing his arms about and beating on the
mattress.  And he was also flailing his legs all over the place, sometimes
whacking me in the side of the face with a foot.  And it hurt!  Feet are
hard!  But I didn't care.  If I am battle-scarred by bruises afterward, I
will wear them like a badge of honor.  And frankly, the kicking and the
pain just made the whole scene even that much more intense.  I was so, sooo
getting off on the fact that I was making him go so crazy with intense
sexual feelings.
	And there was even another benefit--a third one--of having him
in this position.  When I rimmed him when he was flat on his stomach, I
could only see his marvelous butt.  But now, I could eat his hole and at
the same time look down and see his face--the panting, the ecstasy, the
joy, the wonder.  His scrunched up face, his eyes bugging out.  My senses
were overwhelmed.  It felt like connections in my brain were exploding.
	He was now bracing himself with his arms and pumping his ass up and
down into my face.  I think he was too tired to scream, yet I sensed that
something was building.  "If a little pain is making this more intense for
me," I thought, "maybe just a little will make it ever hotter for him."
And with that, I put my thumbs right at the side of his little round
opening and pried it open even more--not enough to really hurt, but just
enough to get it open more.  And he had been rimmed so long that his hole
was totally relaxed now--not really big, but definitely gaping open.
	I went in for the kill, voraciously fucking him with my tongue now,
smashing my face and trying to peel my lips back, almost biting him in
order to get as much of my tongue up his chute as I possibly could.  I
could hear his guttural sounds--a scream was starting to come again.  But
no, instead he cried out to me, "Uncle Brick!  Something's happening!  I
feel all strange!  Uncle Brick!!!!"
	I had to talk him through it but it took everything I had to tear
myself away from his magnificent ass.  "You're going to start shaking in a
minute, buddy," (back to more rimming, my tongue stabbing him) "it's going
to be really big shakes in your peepee and all over your body," (I was
panting, but I shoved my tongue back into his sweet little ass.  He was
thrashing violently and crying out.)  "It's a wonderful thing, buddy, just
let it happen!"
	"O... o... OKAY!"
	By this time I had scooted up and had my body pressed against him
with the tip of my cock being banged by his thrashing back.  And I realized
there was yet a fourth benefit of having him in this position.  I was
seconds from cumming and I hadn't even touched my dick.  I wanted to cum at
the same time he did.  So I curled my body and pushed myself up even
further.  Now my 6 inch hard dick was totally pressed against his hot,
sweaty, thrashing back.
	I could feel his hole starting to pulse and flex around my tongue.
While still furiously fucking his hole with my tongue, I took a hand off
his butt and started jacking his little uncut cocklett, feeling it heave in
powerful spasms as he exploded into the first orgasm of his young life.
	"AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!" the high-pitched scream
burst forth from his 10-year-old lungs.  Knowing he was cumming, actually
FEELING him cum with my tongue as well as my hand put me over the edge as
well and my raging boner shot stream after stream of cum all over his back
as his body, in the throws of orgasm, beat against my cock.  I, too, let
out a violent explosive yell, then heard myself punctuate each squirt of
cum with my voice: "UH!"  UH!  UH!"...  Somehow I did all this without ever
removing my face and tongue from his butt.  I was not going to do that no
matter what, until he stopped cumming.
	Oh...  Ah...  Hmmm... and then...collapse.  I fell backwards onto
the bed, then worked my legs out from under me.  A second later, he
unraveled, with his legs ending up on my chest, his feet in my face.  My
spent cock was touching his butt.  I lay there with my head spinning.  Or
was it the room?  Or both?  We were both panting, both lost somewhere, both
recovering from what he had just experienced.  I put my hands on his legs,
gently rubbing them up and down while I kissed his little feet.
	As both our breathing returned more to normal, I turned myself
around and got up next to him.  I wanted to be there to make sure he was
okay--that he wasn't freaked out or even frightened by what his body had
just experienced.  I reached out and stroked his hair.  He rolled over onto
me in the same position in which we started--his leg wrapped around mine,
his right arm across my stomach and his head resting on my chest.  But he
wasn't squeezing.  He wasn't tense.  He was totally relaxed.
	We just laid there like that for a few minutes, saying nothing as
again, I petted his naked body up and down, then stopped and just pulled
him to me more with my hand on his little behind.  I could pretty much hold
both cheeks in just my one hand.
	"Thanks, Uncle Brick," He was back talking in his normal
10-year-old voice now.  Although his normal voice was still quite high and
soft--so sweet.  And he was obviously very sleepy.  And then he said,
"Can we do that again tomorrow?"
	"Anything you want, Dougie," I replied, "anything at all."
	And then he fell asleep with my hand holding his little butt.
	I was going to grab something to wipe the semen off of him, but
instead I decided to massage it into his sweet, soft skin.  It was okay.  I
could give him a bath in the morning.  Maybe I'd even get in the tub with
him next time.
	I turned off the light and listened to the peaceful sound of his
breathing as I, too, fell asleep.

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