Date: Wed, 29 Nov 2023 22:57:48 +0000 From: Dr. Williams Subject: Woody and Little Daniel 2 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 2: Daniel Sucks Woody's "Doodle" I had trouble sleeping that first night following my first encounter with young Daniel. I knew I had done the wrong thing by letting a nine-year-old give me a beautiful, if clumsy, hand-job. I had barely been able to look Shawn in the eye when he came to collect his boy that day. After all, my cock had just exploded in his son's face. The next day I was very disappointed when Shawn didn't bring Daniel in to work. "Where's Danny?" I asked Shawn when he arrived. He looked like he hadn't slept well. "He's staying with his Aunt for the rest of the week. Sorry about yesterday." "Don't be," I said. "Seriously, mate. He's no problem." The following evening I waited until my wife was asleep and then I snuck out to the living room to masturbate and fantasise about becoming even more unlawful with Daniel. The situations I dreamed about varied from obscene images of Daniel sucking on my 'doodle', his eyes watering from the effort, to me invading his little arse with my meat. I could only imagine how heavenly the tight walls of his chute would feel on my swollen prick. Other nights I would combine my fantasies about Shawn and Daniel, imagining the father and son together. As my hand stroked my penis I would close my eyes and visualise Daniel's mouth sucking on Shawn's engorged dick, his tiny hands holding the thick shaft and playing with his father's balls. These musings eventually moved to picturing Shawn forcing his cock into Daniel's tiny arsehole, sighing with pleasure as his son groaned in discomfort beneath him. In my dreams Shawn would pound his son's small bum like an animal, crying out in ecstasy as his swollen prick invaded the tight and hot confines of Daniel's battered rectum. I understood that these fantasies were wrong. So damn wrong. Especially as I was happily imagining a young boy being sodomised by myself and his father. But, somehow, the sinister nature of the act was proving to be the ultimate turn-on for me. It's also what I had imagined doing since I was a child myself. At that time I was never lucky enough to have an adult man that would initiate me into sex. But I would have definitely jumped at the opportunity had it presented itself. Now, as I was on the opposite side of the equation, I appeased my guilt by telling myself that Daniel was a very willing partner. In fact I was giving him the gift I never got as a child. The following Monday Shawn finally brought Daniel to work again. It was a warm day and the boy was dressed in an ABBA t-shirt and a small pair of light blue shorts, which revealed his tanned and hairless limbs. He gave me a brilliant smile when he saw me, waving. "Hi, Woody!" Daniel called out. The sound of his voice triggered a rush of memories and my dick twinged as I recalled the mind-blowing orgasm he gave me with his slim hands and soft tongue. "Hey, Danny," I said, trying not to be too obvious as I stared at him. I was wondering if he had enjoyed what happened between us last week and whether he might be up for some more...fun? For most of the day he was following his father around so I didn't see him much. After lunch I sent Shawn on a delivery that was ninety minutes away and I offered to let Daniel stick around while he did it. My wife and children were out for a few hours so I had the house to myself. "If you're sure?" said Shawn, looking slightly flustered as we stood in the driveway of the business. Daniel was standing between us, his head craned up and his hand shielding the sun from his eyes as he watched our faces. "Of course," I said, waving him towards the delivery truck. "You know he'll just be bored on such a long journey." "Please, Dad," said Daniel, touching his father's arm. I could see Shawn's face soften as he looked at his boy. "You're probably right. Thanks, boss." Shawn winked at me and jumped up into the cab of the truck. I sighed as I checked out the curve of his arse, being hugged by the tight fabric of his jeans, before it disappeared. God he was a sexy man. Once Shawn's truck had gone I offered to take Daniel to my place for a glass of lemonade. Daniel eagerly said yes and we made our way to my house. My business was attached to my home and he was telling me that it was funny that I lived at work. "Nobody's home at the moment so we shouldn't get interrupted," I said, ruffling his dark hair a little. Daniel sat in my living room while I got his drink and locked all the doors. After handing him his lemonade, I sat on the couch next to him, inching my hips forward slightly so that my crotch was emphasised. I was almost ashamed of my lewd behaviour but I was unable to get my last encounter with him out of my head. "So, Danny," I began tentatively. "Have you seen your friend, Luke, since I saw you last?" Daniel nodded, grinning a little. "Over the weekend. We went into Daddy's shed to play for a while and he made me put his doodle in my mouth." "He made you?" Daniel smiled brightly. "Well, yeah, but it was part of the game." "What game?" "Um...We play something...like tag or thumb wars...and if I loose I get in trouble and have to suck on him. I don't mind." I imagined Daniel on his knees in front of his young friend, sucking on the small cock of the eight-year-old. It was truly quite thrilling that Daniel enjoyed having a dick in his mouth. My manhood was rapidly swelling in anticipation of getting the same treatment from the boy. Would he be able to accommodate a man's adult-sized dick in his mouth? I was determined to find out what else Daniel was capable of. "So you enjoy it? Sucking on Luke's cock, I mean," I asked, deliberately keeping the conversation in seedy territory. Daniel nodded and then, as I'd hoped, his focus moving to my groin as he stared at the lump in my pants. I thrust my pelvis up very slightly so that my meat would rub against the fabric. The result did not go unnoticed and I saw Daniel's eyes bulge as the outline of my prick became more obvious. "I like sucking on Luke's doodle," said the boy, his attention devoted to gazing at my crotch. "Sometimes he wees in my mouth though." My heart skipped a beat at this kinky detail. Did Daniel mean cum? No, Luke was too young to do this yet. "Do you mean he...pisses in your mouth?" I asked, intrigued. "Yes," said Daniel, biting his lip very briefly, as if he was suddenly unsure if he should be sharing this detail. I was sure glad he was. I rubbed his shoulder. "That sounds a bit naughty," I said, whispering and giving him a wink. He responded by blushing and giggling a little. "He says it's because I've been bad. And I need to be punished. And that he doesn't want to go into the house to use the toilet." I felt light-headed as I asked, "Does he make you drink it? Or do you spit it out?" "I Drink it," said Daniel. "We were in the garage so I couldn't spit it out. There was too much so I had to swallow." "And what did you think of the taste?" I asked, amazed that I was discussing such a torrid subject with such a small boy. "I don't mind it," said Daniel. I briefly imagined taking him to the bathroom now, stripping him off and putting him in the shower. Would he let me piss into his mouth and swallow my yellow waste? Would he allow me to spray urine all over his face obscenely? I shook my head in an attempt to clear the distracting thoughts from my mind. I needed to thank this boy, Luke. "Does he ever suck on your dick?" I asked. "Not really. Sometimes. I think he knows I like putting it in my mouth so that's the main thing we do." He paused, looking thoughtful, then said, "He called me a homo." Luke was probably right. I touched the side of Daniel's jaw and then leant in and kissed his cheek. "There's nothing wrong with being a homo, beautiful boy," I said quietly, letting my breath dance across his earlobe. His eyes moved to meet mine. "We just have to keep it a secret," he said. I nodded and kissed his forehead. "That's right, Danny." I let a few moments pass as we just stared at each other. Then, hesitantly, I asked. "So...Did you tell Luke or anyone about what we did the other day?" He shook his head with a look of alarm. "Oh no, Woody. It's a secret. I know I can't tell anyone or we'll get in trouble." My spirits lifted and I wanted to rip open my pants. "So, is that something you want to do again?" I asked quietly, my head beginning to cloud with selfish tunnel vision. My meat was straining in my jeans at the thought of Daniel's lips around my thick erection. Daniel nodded. "If we're allowed?" he responded, with a hopeful expression. I laughed gently, relieved that I was inching closer to my goal and that he was so enthusiastic about it. I flexed my dick muscle to make my cock press against the fabric of my trousers and I saw Daniel notice it. "As long as you don't tell anyone, we're allowed," I said. "I know that I have to watch my teeth," Daniel added, smiling. "So I don't hurt you." "How do you know that?" I asked, surprised. "I scraped Luke with my teeth once and he hit me." "I'll never do that," I said sternly and then traced the contour of his jaw. "I wish Luke wasn't so mean to you." "It's okay. His Daddy's mean so...I think it makes Luke angry." He paused, giving a little grin. "And I like making him happy when he gets upset." "I bet you do," I said softly. I glanced at the clock. "Your dad is going to be away for a while so we can do something now... if you like?" Daniel's face lit up with a small smile. "Woody, can I see your doodle again?" I swear he licked his lips after asking this and he stared up at me with his big blue eyes as he waited for my answer. I pulled him closer and slid my hips closer to him, touching his bare legs with mine. "Why don't you get my doodle out for me?" I suggested. He seemed to consider this and then I watched in fascination as his small hands went to my fly, clumsily pulling it down. I helped by undoing the button of my jeans, which then exposed my bulging underwear. "Oh, Danny. I've been looking forward to this, boy," I whispered as he carefully reached into my jocks and pulled them back to reveal my straining erection. My seven-inch dick was hard and reddening, engorged with blood. His hand immediately wrapped around it, making my head swim with giddy delight as he softly tugged up and down on the shaft with a sexy rhythm. The pressure he exerted was near perfect in its gentleness. Damn, this boy knew how to handle my manhood. The obscene image of his small fingers around my meat escalated my pleasure. "I like how it gets hot," said Daniel, almost absently, as he concentrated on manipulating my rod. I slowly pulled my jeans and underwear down, exposing my full cock and balls to him, letting my clothes gather around my ankles. He inched closer once more as my naked body was revealed, the silky smooth skin of his arms caressing my flesh. "Do you like it?" I wondered aloud. There was something very kinky about his open fascination with my dick. It gave me a special thrill to see the way he gazed at it in awe, worshipping it with his eyes. He smiled warmly as he stared at the adult penis in his hands. "Yes. Doodles are fun." "Have you ever played with your Dad's doodle?" I asked impulsively. For some reason the image of Daniel and Shawn, naked together and enjoying each other's bodies, flashed into my mind and made my cock throb. Daniel giggled. Then he frowned. "No. Not with Dad's. Not like this." Not like this? "Would you like to?" I asked. He didn't say anything, biting his lip. I let my voice drop to a whisper again. "I can keep a secret, Danny." "He let me touch it once," said Daniel quietly. "When I was..." His voiced trailed off. "Was it... hard...like mine?" I asked. Daniel didn't speak, an expression of concern clouding his face. "I promise I won't tell your Daddy." He nodded. "He only let me touch it for a little bit," he said in a whisper. "Okay. But you'd like to touch it again?" "Daddy won't let me," said Daniel, with a melancholy expression. The look on his face saddened me and I began to realise how Daniel saw this as a type of rejection. Bloody Shawn. If he wasn't going to take advantage of having a gay son, I was more than happy to take his place. For a few minutes I just lay back as this nine-year-old boy played with my cock, a look of fascination on his young face. Eventually I whispered to Daniel, "If you were my son, I would have shown you my doodle years ago." His hand gave my dick an extra squeeze. "Really?" "Would you have liked that?" I asked. Daniel nodded. I watched his tongue lick his lips briefly and the possibilities exploded in my brain. I had to get my dick into his mouth! We had plenty of time but I couldn't wait. I was beginning to lose my mind at the proximity of his lips to my aching meat. His young face was so close to my rod it was driving me crazy. "If your Dad let you play with his dick, would you have sucked it like you do on Luke's?" "If he asked," replied Daniel, gazing at my penis. "You can pretend I'm your Dad if you want," I said in a quiet voice, almost delirious with lust. "Would you like to try putting my doodle in your mouth?" As Daniel considered this I continued in a soft voice, "It will make me feel really good if you do. And it will make me so happy." "It's really big," said Daniel, looking unsure. "Is it bigger than your Dad's?" "Hmm. I don't know." "I think you're clever enough to get it in," I encouraged. I knew Daniel was eager to please and my words seemed effective as he nodded and then leaned over me, his head moving closer to my crotch. With his hand holding the base of my shaft, I watched as his lips parted and kissed the head of my dick. Jolts of pleasure coarsed through me as he did this lewd act and I almost came on the spot. Then the pleasure escalated as his spongy tongue licked around the crown of my cock, saliva coating the sensitive glans, lubricating his intense, beautiful movements. Briefly I imagined how horrified Shawn would be if he knew his son was licking the engorged head of his boss's dick, like an obscene lollipop. This titillated me further. I lifted my hand and gently placed it on the back of his head, running my fingers through his hair and massaging his scalp. I was on the edge of madness and wanted more, resisting the urge to push him down onto my mandhood. "Please, Daniel, try to put my cock in your mouth." He giggled, with my meat still near his lips, giving me shivers. 'Cock' was a naughty word to him and it was all the encouragement he needed to try more. I almost fainted as I felt the head of my dick enveloped by his small mouth, the wetness and heat sending ripples of pleasure through me. For a while he just held the head in his mouth, his tongue swirling around it as if it were a giant meat popsicle. It was fucking amazing. "Oh Daniel," I cooed. "That feels wonderful. Oh yeah...suck your Daddy's dick." I looked across the room and caught sight of the image in the mirror there: a 39-year-old man on the couch, his jeans and underwear around his ankles, and a nine-year-old boy leaning over his spread legs, suckling an adult cock in his small mouth. I would go to hell for this. But I didn't care. My groin was on fire and I was crazy with lust for this ultimate taboo. Daniel's tongue continued to lavish affection on the spongy head of my dick and I threw my head back momentarily, overtaken by the waves of blissful sensation he was causing me. My hand gently pressed on his head and pulled him down a little, desperate to get more of my meat into his mouth. "Daniel, see if you can put some more in." He tried to nod, as best he could under the circumstances, and I lifted my hips slightly, pushing my knob further into him. I felt and heard him gag slightly and pull back. I held my hand steady again his head, only allowing him to rise up enough to draw a breath, before encouraging him to go back down again. "Breath through your nose, mate," I said. I repeated these steps a few times before Daniel got into the rhythm and was soon sucking at least half my cock into his mouth. He paused occasionally to catch his breath, his eyes watering slightly and his nostrils shiny with mucus. "You're doing that so well, Daniel. Your mouth feels so nice. You are such a good boy," I said, ranting in my delirium. For the next few minutes I watched through glazed eyes as my cock disappeared in and out of Daniel's young mouth. The feeling of his gagging throat muscles and the sound of him struggling to breathe added to the intensity of my pleasure. "Are you okay?" I asked after he paused again, his hand continuing to kneed my meat. He nodded but I could tell he needed a break. His jaw was probably sore. I didn't want him to stop but there were other things he could do that would rest his jaw. "Why don't you lick on my balls for a while?" I suggested. "That will make me feel really good." Daniel lifted his head to look at me, frowning. "Does that feel good too?" I grinned at him. "Oh, yes, little man." He nodded, shrugged his shoulders and lowered his head. I gasped as I felt his hot little tongue lapping over my hairy nut sack, with just enough pressure to send me into shivers of ecstasy. I let this continue for a while, my mind reeling with the sexual possibilities this little boy could fulfil. To give him better access I kicked off my pants from around my ankles and spread my legs, encouraging Daniel to get down between my thighs. He did so and, before he could lick my scrotum again, I pulled his t-shirt off so I could see his hairless torso. The sight of him topless took my breath away. He was quite tanned, his soft, hairless skin taking on a golden hue. He pressed himself against my legs and went back to slurping on my tender balls. I was in heaven as I felt the thrill of his warm, smooth skin as it caressed my hairy groin. After a while I lifted my legs to rest on the couch, thinking this would make my balls more accessible . Unintentionally this exposed my ass crack to him and my ring was close to where his fingers were resting as he lapped at my scrotum. I was tempted to ask him to rub his finger over my anus, figuring that would also feel sensational, but decided to keep him focused on pleasuring my genitals for now. "Oh my God, you are the sexiest kid in the world," I gushed. I noticed that Daniel responded well to positive feedback and encouragement and obviously placed a lot of value in making people happy. Would this compliance one day help me get my cock into his little arse? For the moment I was determined to get my dick back in his mouth. "Please Danny, can you try sucking my doodle again? You do it so well. If you keep going it will make the cream for you again." Daniel's head appeared from beneath my legs, looking at me with those big dark blue eyes. "Will the cream go in my mouth?" I nodded. "Yes, mate. Straight into your mouth. Danny, it would make me so happy if you could let me do that. It will feel so amazing." Daniel contemplated this for a moment. I kept my feet on the edge of the couch but arched my hips forward, my rock hard cock straining for Daniel's attention. "You just have to remember to swallow it as it comes out." I added, a little breathless from anticipation. "Just pretend it's your Dad's cock and that you're drinking his cream." He nodded, seemingly persuaded and reached for my manhood. I sighed as his mouth lowered over my prick again and he resumed sucking on it. Delirium took over me as I felt the heat and moisture of his mouth slide over the sensitive head and shaft of my cock. I looked down and couldn't believe the turn-on as I saw his lips stretched around the bulk of my rigid meat. My hand guided his small head up down, his tongue grazing over the head of my manhood deliciously. "Oh, Danny..." I praised. "You are such a good boy. You're making my doodle feel incredible!" His small hands were busy at work, one of them holding the base of my shaft, squeezing it in time with his sucking, while the other did its best to hold onto my engorged nuts, kneading them exquisitely. I looked over to the mirror again and saw the obscene image of Daniel and myself in the reflection, his young head bobbing up and down in my groin as my cock invaded his small mouth. And with that I felt my balls begin to churn with the building pressure and the power of my orgasm unexpectedly overtook me. "Daniel, I'm going to cum!" I hissed as the muscles in my crotch began to throb in powerful waves. I saw stars as the crescendo of sensations peaked and my cock exploded into his tiny mouth. I cruelly held onto the back of his head, lost in a daze as my inflamed meat swelled and throbbed, unloading my spunk into the lad. I heard him gagging from the flood of cum that was hitting the back of his throat. Spurt after spurt blew into Daniel's gullet, some bursting from the sides of his mouth due to the sheer volume. But I refused to let him up. And then I heard him gulping. The feelings were so intense that I lost all sense of reason. I was in nirvana. When I finally let go of Daniel's head, I was delighted when he continued suckling my manhood as my orgasm subsided and my sense of reason eventually returned. Once my dick began to get a bit sensitive I gently stopped Daniel from sucking anymore. "You can stop now, mate," I said quietly and he lifted his head, smiling. His eyes were red and watery from choking but he looked happy. There were splatters of cum around his lips and I swear my dick gave a final orgasmic twitch as I saw him remove some of it with his tongue. I grabbed a tissue from the nearby coffee table and wiped the smears of spunk from his little face. "That was the best thing I've ever experienced," I told him and I meant it. He seemed really pleased that he had made me happy. As he moved from between my legs, I reached down and grabbed my trousers, pulling them back on. I stood up and looked down at Daniel's little body, sad that the moment had ended but very satisfied with my experience. He remained topless for the next few minutes while he sat there, drinking the rest of his lemonade and chatting about school. "Do you think you would ever like to taste my doodle again?" I asked him later, as he was getting dressed. My dick was already hard again as I watched him, wishing I more time to spend with him so I could molest him further. Daniel pulled his t-shirt down over his head and smiled at me. "Probably, Woody," he said. "I really like the sounds you make when you get the good feeling." He paused, looking serious for a moment. "Did I bite you with my teeth?" I laughed. "Not that I noticed, Danny. Everything you did felt wonderful. I wish your Daddy knew how clever you were." Daniel just smiled at me after hearing that. A few hours later Shawn returned from his delivery, by which time Daniel was all cleaned up and was in my office, working on his colouring-in books. I let Shawn leave work early, and told him it was because Daniel had been so well behaved. "Bring him in again later in the week, if you want," I encouraged him. "He won't be a problem at all." Shawn suggested the following Thursday and I agreed. After they left I returned to my office and mused over the events of the day. I couldn't believe a sweet nine-year-old boy had sucked my cock and let me cum inside his pretty mouth. That evening, as I ate dinner with my family, I daydreamed about Thursday and began making plans so that I could have the house to myself again. I needed to get naked with Daniel and explore his body further. I felt my dick get hard as I imagined sucking on his little penis and touching his tiny arsehole with my finger. "You know," I said to my wife. "You and the kids should go visit your sister this week." To be continued...