Date: Thu, 23 Nov 2023 09:54:52 +0000 From: Dr. Williams Subject: WOODY AND LITTLE DANIEL (revision) Please support Nifty to keep this service available for free. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html DISCLAIMER: This story is complete fiction. Any similarity to any real person, living or dead, is purely coincidental. It contains vivid descriptions of fantasy sexual acts between an underage boy and an unrelated adult man. If these fictitious acts offend you please stop reading now. The author does not condone or encourage any of the depicted activities. Do not copy or publish this story without expressed permission from the author. (Gay-Adult-Youth-Mb-Con) (British English) Feedback is always welcome. Email: Dr.Williams.Author@proton.me Twitter/X: @DrWill9375 "WOODY & LITTLE DANIEL" By Dr. Williams Chapter 1 Daniel Plays With Woody's "Doodle" When I was a child I remember seeing my father naked as he was getting out of the bath. He was a fit man, strong from farming work, and I had been amazed, almost mesmerised, by the sight of his handsome cock. It appeared long and meaty, with an attractive head and relaxed from the heat of the bath water. As he stepped across the room his dick moved in a gently swaying motion against his nice big balls. His tanned skin was covered in fine dark hair, making him look very masculine and handsome, and his prick was nestled beneath a coating of thick dark pubes. It was the first time I had ever seen a naked adult male. He had caught me watching his genitals and quickly covered them with his towel, acting embarrassed. It was the only time I ever saw my father naked but it had begun in me a fascination with the bodies of adult men. As I grew up I went to great lengths to see naked men, obsessed with seeing their cocks. Any adult male I came across became someone to look at, staring at their crotch and imagining the size of their penis and wanting to know more about them. More than a few men caught me checking out their genitals in the public toilets I visited as a child. After hearing stories about sex in school, a friend introduced me to some heterosexual porn and I vividly remember seeing my first erect dick in those pictures. I also recall the strong effect on me when I would see the look of ecstasy on a man's face as his prick was being sucked. And the delicious sight of a cock plunging into a pussy or an arsehole. I couldn't help but imagine myself doing those acts with the naked men from the porn, replacing the woman, a boy exploring a man's much larger and hairier body. I wanted to put my little hand on those big adult dicks. I knew that children were not meant to do those kind of things, least of all with adults, but knowing that it was wrong became one of the strongest attractions for me. I used to go to sleep many nights, dreaming that a man would use me for his pleasure. This became my primary fantasy as I played with my hard little penis in the privacy of my bedroom. As I hit puberty my dick grew, looking more and more like my father's junk. After I started to cum and discovered the joys of wanking, my preoccupation with my own pleasure peaked. My fantasies shifted from me being the submissive boy to being the active adult. Although I knew it was wrong, I would often masturbate, imagining that I was playing around with one of my younger brother's little friends. I would choose one and fantasise about the kid sucking my cock in his mouth, titillated that I was corrupting someone so young. I never acted on these impulses though. During a particularly horny moment I remember showing my younger brother my hard dick. I asked him to touch it, which he did. But he stopped almost immediately and ran from the room. We never discussed the incident and the fear of him telling my parents stopped me from trying anything like that again. Despite playing around sexually with a few guys after high school, I tried hard to concentrate on dating girls, hoping that my interest in men was just a phase. At age twenty I got married. Things were different in the 1960s and it's what everyone did. But after years of marriage, and denial, my attraction to men led me to hook up with other guys, when I could get away from the wife. These encounters were always with guys my own age and the opportunity to explore sex with a younger male was something I never pursued. After I had my own children I firmly pushed those fantasies to the back of my mind, ashamed of myself. But they would sometimes surface, especially as I was falling asleep, rising up vividly as I slipped into a dream state. Everyone knows me as Woody. It's a nickname I've had since school, derived from my surname. The only time my christian name is used is at doctor's appointments. I'm thirty-nine now, approximately 6 foot tall, with an average build. I have little body fat and my legs, arms and chest are covered with a dusting of wiry black hair. I have brown eyes and still have all my hair, although flecks of grey were starting to show in places through the dark-brown. My dick is nothing to complain about. I'm circumcised, like most men my age, and about 7 inches long, with a reasonably thick circumference. I've been told it is a handsome cock and looks identical to the one I saw on my father all those years ago. I've been married now for nineteen years and I have two children; a daughter, Helena and my son son, Niles. Both my kids look more like their mother, with fairer hair and more solid bodies. I had owned my furniture delivery business for close to fifteen years, located in a small regional town of Australia. My house was on the same land as the business, to save money, so getting to work only involved walking a short distance and meant I could duck home whenever I needed. One of my employees, Shawn, was a friendly, good looking guy who had been my main delivery driver for the last three years. He was a slim man, standing at six-foot-two, and incredibly strong, with tanned arms that were coated in fine light-brown hair. I had never had the occasion to see him naked, but I regularly attended the football matches he played for our local Australian Rules team and had seen him in tight football shorts. The bulge he displayed in that revealing blue fabric hinted at a very healthy cock, or so I liked to imagine. I had spent many evenings jerking my dick in private, imagining a naked Shawn as I spunked into my hand. He was divorced, with full-time custody of a nine-year-old boy named Daniel, so I figured the fantasy of seducing Shawn was basically hopeless. The few times I'd met Daniel over the years I had noted a slightly effeminate quality to his behaviour. Nothing you would call overt but there was definitely something a little 'girlish' about the boy's demeanour and I found it strangely appealing. I'd been to his home a few times and he and Shawn had attended my house for some staff barbecues. After the first time I met him I wondered if perhaps Daniel was interested in boys, as I had been at that age? Now nine, he looked small for his age, with slender arms and legs. He spent a lot of time in the sun so his skin was quite tanned. He had a shock of wavy dark-brown hair, big dark-blue eyes, with thick eyelashes and a wide mouth full of slightly crooked teeth. Once, a year earlier, a few years after Shawn began working for me, we had a staff picnic at a local forest reserve and Daniel happened to walk in as I was using the toilets. I was standing at the urinal and didn't notice him at first. But I eventually looked around, a little startled, and caught him staring at my dick. I was holding it in my hand, the head and shaft visible as piss drained out of my meat and into the trough. I felt my pulse quicken at having someone so young stare at my prick. Did I impress him with my size? Was it frightening for a child his age? I also quickly realised that I didn't want him telling anyone he'd seen my cock and I reluctantly finished up and put my junk away. Daniel disappeared into a stall then and I quickly got out of there. Afterwards, while Shawn and I were alone and sharing a beer, I finally mentioned the incident to him. Just in case Daniel told him about it later. "Sorry, mate. Danny may have accidentally got an eyeful," I said, smiling awkwardly. "Hmm," Shawn said, giving me a grin. "Don't worry about it, Woody. He's seen me naked plenty of times. He probably stared a bit, didn't he?" "Ah, well - um, no. No. Not that I noticed," I lied. "He's a - well, he's a funny boy sometimes," said Shawn and steered the conversation elsewhere, for which I was grateful. Although the idea of Daniel staring at his father's cock lingered on in my mind. I tried to forget the incident, embarrassed that the moment had given me such an erotic thrill. But that night, as I went to sleep, I couldn't help but imagine what might have happened if Daniel had wanted to see more of my dick. Would he have wanted to touch it? Would he have had the same interest I had as a child? My son, Niles, was sixteen now. Although some stray thoughts had entered my head over the years, particularly when he was younger, I had never played around with him. I admit, when he was a little boy, I occasionally fantasised about fucking him in the arse. Or coaxing him into tasting my cock. But these thoughts dissipated as he got older and developed a very masculine personality, expressing an early interest in sports and girls. Although the idea of forcing myself on an unwilling boy was kind of kinky, it was not something I would ever let myself do. But Daniel was different; I could tell he was very curious about men. The look in his eyes when he saw my penis was the same one I had at his age, when I would try to grab glimpses of men peeing in the public toilets. Some nights I had laid in bed, silently pondering what Daniel's experience with sex was. Had he fooled around with boys his own age? Had he ever fingered his little arsehole? Once, as I was having a secret wank session in my basement, I imagined getting my middle finger inside Daniel's tight little ring, and my cock exploded all over my stomach at the thought of violating the youngster. My wife and I were invited to Daniel's birthday party in early January 1983, when he turned nine. While I was there Shawn asked if there was any chance he could bring Daniel into work sometimes over the summer holidays. His ex-wife had taken on a part-time job, so there would be times she would be unable to look after Daniel for the school holidays. As long as the boy didn't disrupt the day-to-day business, I stipulated. Shawn assured me that Daniel was well behaved and very compliant. The following Monday Shawn arrived, with Daniel in tow, who was carrying a school bag. "Hi, Woody!" Daniel said when he saw me, giving me a big grin. "Hey, Daniel. You can hang out with me in the office," I said to him. "Or you can go to the house. My wife is home today." "I'll come with you," said Daniel. "What's in your bag there?" I asked, pointing. "Just some colouring books," the nine-year-old said, looking a little shy. Daniel appeared to lack self confidence and seemed very eager to please. "Dan-Dan. You be good for Woody," said Shawn, patting his son on the shoulder, then left to undertake his first round of deliveries. Daniel followed me to my office at the back of the warehouse, which had a solid door and high windows, making it a very private space. "Do you prefer to be called Dan-Dan?" I asked as I sat behind my desk. "No. Only Daddy calls me that. He has lots of names for me." "Your Dad will be gone for a few hours," I explained as Daniel sat himself up on the other side of my desk and took out his colouring books. These were not children's colouring books but ones for teenagers and young adults. I admired his big pencil case, full of different shades, and watched as he began his colouring-in. I eventually turned my attention back to business and got busy looking at some paperwork. "Woody," Daniel said after an hour, still colouring. I was surprised he had finally spoken, as he had been completely silent up until this point. My own children were far more boisterous and I was used to them creating a lot of noise. "Yes, Danny?" I said with a smile. "Do you have skin on the end of your doodle?" Well, fuck me. My paperwork was suddenly forgotten and he had my complete attention. I leaned back in my chair. "Doodle?" I asked, feigning ignorance. Daniel took a moment, grinning a little, and then said, "You know, your willy. Your d - dick." I felt my cock twitch in my pants. "Oh, I see. Doodle. Sorry, Daniel. I haven't heard that word in a while." "That's what Daddy calls it." I raised my eyebrows, kinked-out to hear this bit of insight. "Does he now?" I asked and Daniel nodded. I pushed my chair back and stood up, stretching my arms a little and pacing slightly. "I've been doing paperwork too long. So, skin on the willy? I'm not sure what you mean, mate." I did, of course, but I wanted to hear him say it. "Oh. Well, my friend has skin on the top of his. It looks different to mine." "When did you see it?" "He - he sometimes takes out his doodle when we're in my room. Or at his house." `Sometimes' was more than once. "Okay, right. And...so what does he do with his doodle?" Daniel blushed, looking embarrassed. "I'm not allowed to tell you." I moved to Daniel's side of the desk and perched on the edge, close to him. I noticed him glance at my crotch, which was at eye-level for him, and I deliberately spread my legs a little to emphasise the lump in my pants. "It's okay," I said warmly, wondering what naughty thing he might be about to reveal. "I promise I will keep it a secret." Daniel looked away from my bulge and smiled, his mouth wide with slightly crooked teeth. "You won't tell my Dad?" I shook my head. "I won't tell your Dad. I promise. What is your friend's name?" "Luke. He lives next door." "How old is Luke?" "Ten. He's in the grade above me at school." So still a child himself. "And what does he do when he shows you his cock?" Daniel looked confused. "His what?" I gave a little laugh, bewitched by his innocence. "A cock. It's another word for willy... or doodle, as you call it. It's what men call it. Grown ups, I mean." "Is that what you call it?" Daniel asked. His dark-blue eyes moved back to look between my legs, at the slight bulge my dick was creating in my jeans. I glanced at the door to make sure it was closed, then jutted my hips forward slightly, watching as his gaze remained fixed. I felt my meat begin to inflate from the attention of this young boy, who was so openly curious about a grown man's dick. "I do call mine a cock," I said softly. "Or a dick. But you can call it doodle if you prefer. What does your friend, Luke, call his cock?" I asked. "He calls it a willy." "Is it as big as your Dad's?" I asked. Daniel laughed, looking up at me. "No! Daddy's is really big! Luke's is the same size as mine. But he has skin on the end." "A foreskin," I offered, unsure if he was familiar with the term. "A what?" "Well, all boys have that extra bit of skin on their dick when they are born. But some of us have it...uh...taken off when we're babies." "Do you - do you have a f - fore - ?" "A foreskin? No. I don't. Which answers your first question. And it sounds like you don't either." Daniel shook his head. "No, mine looks like Daddy's. But really small." Small, hairless and, no doubt, beautiful. "I bet it's the perfect size," I said, glancing down between his little legs. "Luke's doodle gets hard and he plays with it." I felt my breath shorten as I became more and more excited by the conversation this shy little boy was sharing with me. "When you say he plays with it... what does he do exactly?" I asked. "He pulls the skin back and forth over the top and says it feels really good," Daniel said in a bright, cheery voice, his little hand making a wanking motion as he spoke. God, it was hot to see such a small boy imitate masturbation. I licked my lips before asking, "And do you show him your c... doodle too?" Daniel blushed. "Sometimes. It depends where we are. Once he did it in the car while my mum was in the supermarket. But I only watched that time. He just played with it for ages and said it gave him a good feeling. Another time he was at my house and we were alone in my bedroom. We played `rudies'." "What's `rudies'?" I asked, guessing what it might be. "We take our clothes off. Well...our pants. And he makes me play with this doodle." The thought of Daniel's small hand around another boy's junk lit up my pervy mind with imagery. I felt my breathing get heavy and my cock began pressing against the fabric of my underwear. "What does he get you to do?" I asked. "Just play with the top of it, copying what he does to it. He said it feels better if someone else does it for you." "It does," I remarked with a smile, winking at him to put him at ease and, hopefully, tell me more. "Did he, um, do anything else with you? "He got me to put it in my mouth." I felt my mouth get dry at the visual journey Daniel was taking me on with his confessions. "You mean his dick?" Daniel nodded, looking at me, a trace of fear creeping into his expression, as if he was worried he might be in trouble. I smiled to reassure him and he eventually said, "Yes. He gets me to suck on it." "Did you like that?" I asked, anxiously awaiting a positive answer from the boy. He grinned a little. "It tasted funny to start with. And it smells. But he moans when I do it and I like that. I like that the most. We tried other stuff but that didn't work. I think." He trailed off. A throb pulsed through my groin. "Other stuff?" "Luke called it sex. He tried to put his doodle in my bottom. But it wouldn't go in." Probably because it was dry, I thought to myself, imagining this Luke kid trying to penetrate Daniel's tiny little backside. "I tried to do the same to him but I couldn't get it in either," Daniel continued. "That does sound like sex guys can have but maybe you boys weren't doing it right," I offered. "The dick usually needs to be wet to get in. I wouldn't worry." Daniel's eyes wandered to my groin again. Could he tell I was hard? Was my cock obvious in my jeans and what was he thinking? "So, you enjoy these games with Luke?" I asked. Daniel nodded. "I do. Luke told me I shouldn't tell anyone because they would say it was naughty." "Some people would think that," I agreed. Daniel went quiet a moment, his eyes still gazing between my legs, before asking, "Do you like playing?" My heart rate increased dramatically. "Do you mean...?" Daniel quickly glanced at the closed office door, clearly conscious of the need for privacy. "Do you play with your doodle?" he asked in a whisper. Doodle! God, I loved it when he used that word. I let my hand graze the outline of my cock, sighing at the throb of pleasure this slight pressure gave me, and drawing Daniel's attention once more. "I do, a lot," I said with a sly grin, thrilled that he was staring at my covered meat again. "I saw it once," he said with a grin. "In the toilets. You were having a wee." "I remember," I whispered, almost light-headed from the memory. "I thought you might have forgotten that." "No way. It looked really big. I liked seeing the wee come out of it," Daniel continued. His voice dropped before asking, "Can I see it again?" My head began to spin a bit at this request. He was going to see it, there was no doubt in my mind. But I was aware of the danger of doing something this volatile in the workplace, where I could be sprung any moment. I smiled at Daniel and then moved to the office door. I looked outside. No one was around. It was still an intense risk. I closed the door behind me and locked it. I moved back to my office chair and deliberately spread my legs as I sat down, so Daniel could clearly see the promise of the hard cock bulging up in my pants. He had to stand up to see me over the desk. He looked worried for a moment. Cautious? I couldn't tell. "If I show you my doodle, Danny, you have to promise you will never tell anyone. Do you understand?" I asked. He nodded. "Good. Some people would see this as very naughty and we would both get in trouble." Daniel nodded again eagerly. "I promise I won't tell anyone." I paused. "You told me about Luke, even though you said you wouldn't," I challenged in a toying voice. I really wanted him to articulate his understanding so I could be assured of his secrecy. "Yes but..." Daniel's voice trailed off, and I could see him struggle to voice what he wanted to say. Then finally he said, "Yeah but I knew I'd only get in a bit of trouble for doing that. But looking at your willy would be really naughty. Really, really naughty. So I can't tell anyone. I might get a smack if Mummy found out." And I'd get more than that. "Your mummy smacks you?" "No, she gets Dad to do it when I'm naughty. So, can I?" "Hmm. I don't know, Danny -" "Woody! I promise I will keep it a secret." I finally felt assured that he would be trusted. But to tell the truth I was so turned on at the moment I would have risked it even if I didn't feel sure he would keep his mouth shut. My dick had taken over the pilot controls of my brain. Daniel was watching my face, then asked, "Can I see your doodle now?" I nodded and begin to unzip my work pants, which strained against the weight of my inflated cock. Once the zip was down I reached inside my underwear and pulled out my dick for the boy to see. Daniel's eyes lit up and he moved from the other side of the desk to get closer to me. His mouth almost hung open as he stared at my thick slab of man-meat. My generously sized cock stood proudly at its full 7 inches and must have looked extremely hefty to his small eyes. I am cut so I imagine my dick resembled a grown up version of his own. And maybe his fathers? "It's so big," Daniel said, with an expression of amazement, and moved slightly closer to have a better look. I pulled my aching nuts out of my pants as well and just held my cock forward, pointing in his direction. A few moments passed as the curious nine-year-old boy stared at my erect adult dick. "You, um, said your Daddy's doodle was really big?" "Yeah. Really big!" "Bigger than mine?" Daniel frowned. "Um...maybe." I licked my lips, my mouth a little dry. He was nine; any adult probably looked huge to him. But a well endowed man was exactly how I imaged Shawn would look like naked. "When did you see it?" "I've seen my Dad lots of times, when he comes out of the bathroom. He sometimes does the doodle-dance." "The doodle-dance?" I asked, cocking my head and squinting. "When he shakes his willy about. We call it a doodle-dance." I gave a little laugh. "Have you ever see other doodles? Other than your Dad's, I mean." "Yeah. Some. Once I went into the change rooms where Dad plays football." "What happened there?" "Mum sent me in there to get Dad after the game had finished. I couldn't find Dad for a while but I saw all these naked men that were coming out of the shower. I could see their willies and they looked really big and hairy. Like huge sausages." "Were any of them hard, like mine?" Daniel giggled, staring as my hand firmly squeezed the shaft of my prick, making it swell to impress him. "Not like yours, Woody." "Have you ever seen your Daddy's doodle when it's hard?" "A couple of times. Daddy told me not to...oh...I wasn't supposed to -" "I won't tell him," I whispered, winking at him. I was desperate to ask him more about when he had seen Shawn with an erection but felt it was best to move on for the moment. "Yours will be like this once day, when you're a grown up," I told him. I didn't know this for sure but assumed he would develop well, having Shawn for a father. Another moment passed and I heard myself ask him, "Would you like to touch it?" Daniel looked eager as he got down on his knees in front of me. I spread my legs to accommodate him. As soon as he shifted into a kneeling position I closed my legs slightly so that I was supporting him. "Your doodle is so big," Daniel said in awe and I watched his tiny hand reach out. I knew this was incredibly wrong and I felt a pang of guilt-infused ecstasy as Daniel's warm little fingers circled around the shaft of my meat. My cock seemed to have a mind of its own and arched towards the boy, chasing more of his touch. "Call it my cock," I said in a fevered voice. His hand began gently squeezing my erection. "I like your...cock, Woody," Daniel said, almost absently, engrossed in studying my manhood. He spent several minutes just holding my prick, massaging it as he examined the flesh, his eyes full of wonder. His hand was full of heat and felt delightful on my sensitive glans. "Daniel? Can you put your other hand on my balls and just play with them a little?" I asked. His other hand reached out and began to gently play with my nuts, his small warm fingers fumbling with them. This sent jolts of pleasure coursing through me and I felt as though the excitement of this forbidden moment would bring me to climax sooner than I would have liked. I couldn't believe a curious nine-year-old boy, the son of my friend and employee, was exploring my manhood with such interest. "Is this good, Woody?" Daniel asked. "That feels really nice, Daniel" I told him. "Is this what you do to Luke's dick?" "Yeah, mostly," said Daniel and, as if reading my mind, his hand on my cock began to move up and down in a firm but gentle motion. Feelings of pleasure lit up the synapses of my brain. Daniel's hands were extremely hot and soft, thrilling me with his touch. I could not take my eyes off the wonderful vision in front of me, this young lad between my legs, his hands on my dick and balls. Daniel frowned briefly. "Does this feel good?" My head was swimming with exquisite sensations. I could easily climax from his gentle motions alone. "You could get it wet," I managed to gasp through sighs of satisfaction. Daniel looked up at me with a curious expression. I knew he would figure it out. He was wanking his ten year old friend and also sucking his dick, after all. I reasoned that he would know what to do next... and he did. Daniel opened his mouth, spat into his hand and then returned it to my cock, sliding his lubricated fist up and down the shaft gently. His fingers just beautifully grazed the edge of the flared head of my prick, almost making me weep from pleasure. I looked down at the nine-year-old imp between my legs. From this position his face was just above my dick. I briefly imagined his mouth lowering over the head of my cock, devouring my meat with his warmth. I felt myself edge closer to orgasm as the boy's hand jacked me, while simultaneously massaging my swollen nuts with this other hand. I really wanted to ask him to try sucking my cock. He wasn't alien to the idea, as he had tried it on his friend. "I'm getting closer, Daniel." "Close to what?" he asked. "Making the milk?" So he knows something about cumming. But how much? "Yeah, that's right. It's white stuff... it comes out the end of it," I tried to explain. "It's not wee, don't worry. It tastes a little salty. Do you want to taste it?" Daniel nodded. I grew closer to blowing my load and became preoccupied with having Daniel get his mouth closer to my pulsing meat. His hand gently increased speed, as if he could tell from my breathing that something was building. In my delirium I wanted to grab Daniel by the head and force my cock into his waiting mouth. I was obsessed with the thought of those red lips wrapped around my straining meat, luxuriating in the warmth of his tongue and throat... "Oh Danny, that feels so good," I gasped between breaths. "Get it wet again. Use your mouth to wet it." Daniel paused his wanking and opened his mouth... then spat onto my dick, his hand resuming its work. He then took the hand that were holding my balls, spat onto that, then began massaging my nuts in his warm, slippery fingers. The overload of beautiful sensations ensured I wouldn't last much longer. Images of my cock in Daniel's mouth plagued me as my heart-rate accelerated. I had to reach a comprise and reached out to touch the side of his head. He looked up at me without stopping what he was doing, his face a question. "Danny, could you wet the head? With... with your tongue? And keep doing what you're doing." Daniel smiled broadly and opened his mouth, his tiny head lowering towards my dick. I watched in amazement as the nine-year-old's tongue grazed the head of my dick, licking over the sensitive flare under the tip. I became extra light-headed as my groin felt like it was being set on fire with this sensation. My muscles contracted as surges of pleasure jolted through me, my orgasm reaching a crescendo. Daniel heard my gasps and, as if instinctively, licked the reddening head of my cock again, wet with spit. I felt the base of my joint clenching as the cum in my balls churned. And then I did something that I couldn't help. I arched my hips up towards Daniel's small face, my meaty dick head pushing towards his lips. I strained to keep my hips in position as his hand slid up and down my bulging phallus. His tongue appeared one more tantalising time and as it lapped over the flared head of my manhood, my balls took charge and cum exploded from my cock. As I cried out in pleasure, Daniel's mouth and chin were covered in pale goo as my hot cum erupted onto him. Through crossed eyes I watched as my dick unloaded jizz five times onto Daniel's young face. He kept jacking me as the orgasm began to ebb and I settled back, my breathing slowly returning to normal. The feeling of his fingers and the intensity of the ejaculation kept me in a state of nirvana for a long period, basking in the afterglow. I eventually became a bit sensitive and reached down to stop the boy from jerking me further. "Thanks mate. I need a rest." After some moments Daniel leaned back, looking up at me. His reddened face was splattered with my spunk and he looked really confused. I took in the wonderfully disturbing image for a moment, knowing I should be ashamed of myself. "I've made a mess on you," I said lightly and then grabbed some tissues from the box on my desk. I leaned in and began cleaning the spunk from his face. He watched me carefully as I worked to wipe away my spoof. "Is that the white stuff?" he asked, a little breathless from his efforts, his eyes watery. "Yes. It's called seamen. Or cum." "Can I do that?" he asked. I shook my head. "Not yet but in a few years, when you're a teenager, you will be able to. And it's the best feeling in the world. You made me feel so good, Daniel." The boy's tongued darted out and tasted a little of my cum before I could wipe it away, surprising me. "Well?" I asked. "How does it taste?" "Okay," said Daniel. "Did it feel good?" he asked. He was still staring at my cock, which was now deflated slightly, the skin slick and shiny from my cum and his mouth juices. I smiled at him serenely. "Danny, that felt fantastic. You're a very good little boy. And you remember...?" "Not to tell anyone. I won't, I promise." I stared at him a moment longer and then pulled up my pants, zipping them closed and removing my dick from his view. "I'll let you get on with your colouring in. I'm going to get a coffee and be right back." He nodded and went back to the other side of the desk to resume his colouring in. I unlocked the door and opened it, looking back at him. I could not believe my cock had just exploded into the face of a nine-year-old boy. A young lad that had initiated the conversation about sex. I knew deep down that I should not have engaged in that talk with him, much less have my dick near his mouth, but I had been that child once. I had wanted to explore a grown up's body and would have been thrilled if a man had let me play with his "doodle". I told myself that I had given Daniel exactly what I had wanted as a kid. What I hadn't anticipated was my enjoyment of being the adult, selfishly using a young boy for personal gratification and feeling the strong desire to initiate him further in the joys of man-to-man sex. I closed the door behind me and walked towards the staff kitchen, wondering if anything would ever happen between Daniel and I again. To be continued...