Date: Fri, 05 Jan 2024 03:17:24 +0000 From: Dr. Williams Subject: Woody and Little Daniel 6 Please support Nifty to keep this free service available. 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 6: Woody Visits Daniel's Bedroom I could barely sleep that Friday as my mind kept replaying the events of the day. The next few nights provided the same restlessness as I dreamed about fucking Daniel's tiny arsehole for the first time. I was relieved when Monday arrived and I could concentrate on work again. The drudgery of invoices and phone calls managed to keep me distracted for the most part. But whenever I ducked outside for a cigarette, I would resume my daydreaming about the nine-year-old and imagine the bliss of being able to sink my cock into his tight little bottom once more. After not seeing Daniel for a few days I was desperate to ask Shawn about his son's whereabouts but I didn't want to appear too interested and arouse his suspicion. Salvation arrived when he stopped by my office late on Tuesday afternoon. "I'm having a barbecue tomorrow, for Australia Day," he said, his tall and sexy frame filling my doorway. "Can you come, boss?" "Jesus. I wish I could, mate," I said. "The wife's sister is coming over. Although...I'd give my left nut to get out of seeing her." Shawn relaxed into a broad grin. "Aw, man. Could you come along? Seriously. My neighbour is coming and I can't stand him." "Luke's Dad?" I asked. "Yeah, Graham..." Shawn frowned a moment. "Did Danny...?" "He's mentioned Luke a few times." "Oh. Okay. Well, yeah. I won't lie. Graham's a challenge. If I have someone else there he might behave himself a bit." "Are you supplying the beer?" "Of course," said Shawn. "And if you get drunk, we have a spare bedroom." "Will Danny be there?" I asked, trying to sound casual and pretending to glance at my paperwork. "I wasn't sure if you had him this week." "Yeah. He'll be there. He's been at his Mum's for a few nights. He'll have Luke to play with tomorrow," Shawn said. "Just in case you're worried about having to entertain him." I wanted to do more than entertain him. "I wasn't," I said, grinning. "Good. He worships you for some reason. I don't want him bothering you." "He's a good kid. He's never a bother." "Hopefully I'll see you tomorrow then. Night, boss," said Shawn, giving me a finger salute, then disappeared. I stared into space for a moment, my heart pounding in my chest. Wow. The opportunity to meet Luke and his father. There was no way I was missing out on going tomorrow. I lay in bed that night, thinking about Daniel, my dick getting hard at the thought of seeing him again. And then came the apprehension about any future sexual fun with the boy. What if he was traumatised from having my cock in his tiny little arse? The next day, shortly before lunch, I packed my esky with some meat and headed across town in the car. It was a blazing hot summer day and I was dressed in shorts and a t-shirt. As soon as I arrived at Shawn's house, Daniel appeared, running down the driveway with a huge smile on his face. He was also dressed for summer, in very small shorts and the ABBA t-shirt I had seen him in before. "Woody!" he cried out as he reached me, his arms wrapping around my torso and he buried his head in my belly, hugging me tightly. I felt elated by his enthusiasm and, without thinking, I bent down and kissed the top of his head, taking a moment to breathe in his distinctive smell. "Hey, Danny boy. Good to see you," I said. He pulled away from me and looked up, flashing me his mouthful of slightly crooked teeth. It was exhilarating to see the joy in his expression and I felt my apprehension vanishing. "Where's your Dad?" I asked. "He's getting things ready," he said, taking my hand and leading me to the rear of the property, where we found Shawn on the back deck, standing at the barbecue. He had his back to us and the first thing I noticed was the small pair of football shorts he had on. The dark blue fabric was packed to capacity and hugged the muscular curve of Shawn's arse as if it had been spray painted on. His grey t-shirt also seemed a snug fit, clinging to his beefy torso. "Dad, Woody's here!" Daniel announced, causing Shawn to turn and smile at us, a can of beer in his hand. I sucked in my breath as my eyes were immediately drawn to his crotch, where the material bunched up around his genitals. The resulting bulge was almost obscene and it made my mouth water with desire. What I wouldn't give to worship his cock with my mouth. And every other part of my body. "Hey, boss man," said Shawn and shook my hand. I could tell from his relaxed demeanour that this wasn't his first beer of the day. We were soon joined by Graham and his son, Luke, who climbed over the fence from the adjoining property, and before long we were all chatting as we drank beer and the smell of cooking meat filled the air. I couldn't help but scrutinise Luke, matching him to the stories Daniel had told me. He was tall for his age, looking much bigger than Daniel and it was hard to believe there was only a year between them. He had a mop of curled, sandy-brown hair and dark hazel-coloured eyes. He was a good looking boy but whenever he smiled, his lips seemed to twist into a sneer, as if he was imitating a gangster. Daniel and Luke eventually moved away from us, playing on the grass nearby, chasing each other around and occasionally wrestling on the lawn. I noted that Luke was especially dominant with Daniel, using his superior size as a weapon against the smaller boy. I also noticed how much Daniel seemed to smile whenever Luke would overpower him. Graham looked nothing at all like his son. He was a short, surly man, in his mid-thirties, with a mass of tightly curled dark hair and a thick, overgrown beard. I could tell from his eyes that he was a heavy drinker. I took an instant dislike to him when he yelled at Luke for some minor infraction. There was a cruelty in how he spoke to the boy that made me angry. And then I wondered, not for the first time, if he was the one teaching Luke about gay sex? God, what a revolting thought. Shortly before lunch, Daniel and Luke took a break from their play and came over to us to get a drink. I watched Daniel's sweat-covered face as he guzzled down some of the fizzy liquid, wishing I could lick some of that salty moisture off his skin. I began to feel the effects of the beer on my bladder and stood up. "Danny, can you remind me where the toilet is?" "I'll show you, Woody," said Daniel, putting down his drink and taking my hand. "Thanks, little mate," I said, winking at Shawn as his little son led me towards the house. Inside, we reached the toilet, which was separate to the main bathroom, and Daniel stopped me before I went in. "Can I watch you?" he asked softly, looking up at me with an impish grin. "Like last time?" I smiled at him and dropped my voice. "Do you want to see my doodle again?" He nodded with enthusiasm and I opened the toilet door, ushering him inside. In the cramped little room, Daniel moved off to the side of the toilet bowl, while I stood in front of it, opening up my shorts and pulling out my semi-hard dick. I watched his eyes, seeing them bulge as he took in the sight of my meat. I was enchanted by his open look of fascination and delight, feeling my cock stiffen in response. I jumped a little as I heard voices and realised it was Shawn and Graham, the sound of their talking travelling from the backyard and through the slatted windows of the toilet. We would need to be extra quiet. "Can I hold it?" Daniel asked in a hushed voice. "I'd love that," I said, feeling giddy, and breathed in sharply as I felt his warm little fingers take hold of my shaft. After he aimed my dick at the bowl, I whispered, "You ready, Danny?" He nodded and then I released my waste, the golden stream of my piss erupting from my penis and shooting into the toilet. Daniel let out a little gasp as my cock swelled in his hand. "Woody!" he said in a tiny voice. "I can feel it moving in your doodle." I had to intervene as my cock stiffened, putting my hand over Daniel's and angling my dick further south to hit the bowl properly. "I don't want to make a mess," I said quietly, grinning at him. The moment between us was so intimate and for a while there was only the constant sound of my piss hitting the toilet water. My cock was fully hard now and I had to bend it uncomfortably to keep it aimed correctly. When my bladder was empty I gently moved Daniel's hand away and tried to shake off any residual urine. And then I stopped, giving him a sly grin. "Do you want to clean me off?" I asked. His face lit up with a smile. I stepped back and he immediately sat on the edge of the toilet, in a subordinate position. I then got closer, standing on either side of his small legs, looming over him like a giant, my hard, dripping dick lined up with his little face. "Open wide, beautiful boy," I said, inching my prick closer, then sighed as I felt the warmth of his mouth envelope the head of my penis. "Aw...fuck..." I hissed, fighting to stay as quiet as possible. Daniel's hot little tongue bathed my knob as he sucked away the final dribbles of my piss. It was such a curious sensation and I let myself relax, allowing some extra little squirts of urine to fire into his mouth. I smiled as I felt his tongue lap this extra liquid up and heard him making small gulping sounds. I was fully rigid and the nine-year-old's lips were now stretched obscenely around the girth of my erection. My balls were aching and I wanted so much to enjoy his mouth a while longer. "Danny!" It was Luke's voice. He was still outside the house but was close enough to be heard clearly. Daniel took his mouth off my cock, holding onto the base with his fingers, and sucked in his breath. Then he yelled, "I'm doing a poo!" "Yuck!" Luke responded and then we heard the sound of his footsteps moving away from the house. "We better get back," I said, disappointed. When we emerged from the house, Shawn was busy at the barbecue and soon the food was served. As we ate I couldn't help but stare at Daniel, who was sitting next to Luke across from me. He would occasionally meet my eye and I would wink at him, making him give a little smile. God, I loved having such a delicious secret with that boy. After lunch, Graham announced that it was time to play cricket. "Not me," I said, rubbing the top of my arm. "My shoulder is a bit wonky at the moment." The truth is I wasn't a fan of the sport but I found Australian men reacted badly to that indifference. Inventing an injury was just simpler. "Pussy," said Graham, slurring a little, his lips twisting into a weird grin. Christ, he was already three sheets to the wind. I saw Shawn shoot his neighbour a dark look. "That's okay, Woody," Shawn said. "Danny doesn't play either." Daniel tugged on his father's arm. "Dad? Can I show Woody my room? He hasn't seen all my Doctor Who books." Shawn looked over to me, as if embarrassed. "I'm sure Woody doesn't want to -" "No, no!" I said, holding up my hand and smiling. "I've heard a lot about his collection. You guys go ahead and have your game." I stood up and Daniel quickly moved to me, taking my hand as he steered me towards the house. "See you soon!" "Behave yourself, Danny," Shawn said as we went inside. Daniel was giggling and acting excited as he led me up the hallway to his bedroom. It was painted in blue, his favourite colour, and the walls were covered with a variety of superhero posters. The large window of the room faced the backyard so we could see and hear the others playing cricket. A lace curtain was draped over the glass, which shielded us from their view. Daniel directed me to sit on his single bed, which was covered in Sesame Street sheets, and pointed to the set of shelves next to it. They were lined with Doctor Who novelisations and the collection was extensive. "That's a great library you have, Danny. How many are there?" "Forty-Three," he said, sitting on the bed next to me, his soft bare skin touching the hairs on my leg. "There's some I haven't got though." "Have you read them all?" "Uh-huh. Daddy buys them for me. He says it's good to read." "He's right," I said and put my arm around his tiny little frame, pulling him closer and feeling the warmth of his body. "Thank you for showing them to me. You have a very nice room." I paused, leaning closer to his head and inhaling his scent once more. "God, you smell good, Danny." He giggled a little as I buried my nose in his wavy dark hair. "That tickles," he said but made no attempt to move away from me. "I missed you, beautiful boy," I said, my voice a little hoarse. He nuzzled against me, letting out a small sigh, which I hoped was a sign of contentment. "I missed you too, Woody," he said, his voice sounding impossibly soft and sweet. "I was wondering, Danny...Is...your bottom still sore?" He nodded. "A little." "I'm sorry I hurt you." He shrugged. "You said it would." I kissed his head again and we lapsed into a few moments of silence. From outside we heard Shawn cry out, "Howzat!" Those guys would probably be busy with their game for a while. My fingers tickled the tip of Daniel's shoulder. "Do you think we might...have time...?" The boy's face lit up as he realised what I meant, his dark-blue eyes bulging. "Really?" "Why not?" I said and pulled away from him a little, standing up. "You have time for a little taste of my doodle, don't you?" I said and then lowered the waistband of my shorts, pulling them down to expose my bulging underwear. My heart was pounding in my chest as I yanked down my y-fronts as well, exposing my cock, which stood rigid between my legs, pointing right at him. "Say hello, Danny," I said. "Hello, Doodle," Daniel said, a delightful look of mischief on his face as he stared at my erection. Feeling in a silly mood, I put on a ridiculous 'monster' voice. "Hello Danny," I said, using the muscles of my groin to make my dick twitch with each word. Daniel erupted into soft giggles and reached up to take hold of the base of my shaft, as if trying to tame the beast. "Can I visit your mouth again, little boy?" Daniel moved closer to me, the soft fabric of his t-shirt scratching my thighs. "Yes, Mr Doodle," he said, transfixed by my meat, gazing at it with an open look of fascination. I was feeling a little giddy at the kinkiness of the situation and the sheer indecency of having my erect penis out in front of a child again. I watched as his little head approached my groin and his lips opened just above my straining prick. Then I sighed as I felt the hot wetness of his mouth over my cock and the nine-year-old began sucking on my meat. "Oh, God!" I said, followed by a long groan of ecstasy, unable to believe the temperature of his orifice on my engorged penis. He seemed to struggle to get much into his mouth, stopping about a third of the way down my dick. But his hand maintained its position on my shaft, holding it firmly and squeezing it in time with the gentle motion of his sucking. His tongue grazed its way around the head of my dick and he began a beautiful up-and-down motion with his lips. I moaned, my meat alive and tingling with sensations as he worked it with his mouth. What Daniel lacked in technique, he made up for in enthusiasm. And he was getting better each time he sucked on my dick. "Play with my balls," I said and sighed as his free hand touched my scrotum, massaging my nuts. "That's it," I said, praising him as he timed his movements so beautifully. God damn, this was exciting. There was a sexy exhilaration in knowing that Shawn was only metres away and could return to the house at any moment. I reached over to Daniel's wavy hair, grabbing a handful and guiding him up and down, pushing gently to increase how much of my dick was in his mouth. I heard him gag. "Breathe through your nose," I said quietly. My hand held his head down a little longer than I should and then he pushed back abruptly, his eyes watering and his face red. "Woody," he began to say. "I -" "Shhhh," I said. "I'm sorry, Dan-Dan. I got carried away." He inhaled a few desperate breaths before I pressed down on his head again, this time more slowly, and guided my knob back between his lips. I pushed in as far as he would let me, wishing I could feel the back of his throat. Daniel made a choking sound again, which felt amazing around my meat. He paused his movements for a moment, his hand still working their magic on my nuts, then resumed his sucking. "Keep it up, Danny" I said, massaging his skull as I pulled my prick out, his mouth hanging open and saliva dripping from it. Then I plunged back in again, forcing myself between his lips and tilting my pelvis to get more of my cock into him. He choked at the intrusion, his eyes bulging obscenely. "Oh fuck," I said as I repeated the movement, holding onto his hair with my hand as I began the blissful process of fucking his face. "You're such a clever boy. Yeah, oh fuck." Daniel's gagging sounds continued for a while, his skin red from his efforts to breathe. "That's it, Danny. Suck on my doodle. Take my big dick in your mouth," I said, almost ranting in my delirium as each of his movements brought me closer to orgasm. "I'm going to blow my load all over your tonsils soon." His choking soon reduced and for a while we were in a sexy rhythm as my meat repeatedly slammed into his mouth, trying to invade the back of his throat but still only managing to get in just over half of it in. The sense of danger, coupled with Daniel's mouth straining around my manhood, seemed to ignite me and I felt my balls churning. I used my other hand to grab the back of his neck and began thrusting into his little face, fucking his head as he choked helplessly on my girth. His hands fell away from my shaft and balls as my movements became more intense, some tears rolling down his cheeks. "Take it, Dan-Dan," I said, my voice a hiss as I screwed his face with abandon, the feeling of pleasure building to a crescendo, riding the high of using him so shamelessly. "Oh fuck, yeah. You ready to taste me? Do you want my baby-batter in that pretty little mouth of yours?" I'd barely finished speaking when my orgasm arrived, my prick throbbing with bliss and my arsehole clenching wildly. I felt as if I was transported to another realm as my balls released their load into the nine-year-old's mouth. I fought to repress a cry of ecstasy as my cum hit the back of his throat, causing him to gag and struggle to be free of my invading meat. "Don't move, sweet boy" I said, holding his head in place and continuing to thrust as my semen coated the inside of his mouth. "Swallow it. That's it," I said and I soon heard him make gulping sounds as he ingested my cock-gravy. As my orgasm waned, I removed my hands from Daniel's head and he immediately pulled back off my cock, his puffy lips coated with the slime of my cum and his own saliva. His chest was heaving as he sucked in air, his eyes heavy and slightly bloodshot from exertion. "Wow," said Daniel between breaths as he recovered from his oral invasion. We stayed like that for a short period as our breathing slowly returned to normal. "You did a good job," I said, sucking in air as my hormones settled down. I saw a box of tissues and took some to clean the slime away from my dick. I eyed Daniel carefully and noticed he was still watching my prick, even as it deflating. "I'm sorry I was...a bit rough on you." Daniel nodded and gave me a strange smile, seemingly confused by my apology. "That's what Luke does to me. So I thought you were having fun." God, I loved this kid. I reluctantly pulled up my shorts and underwear, hiding my genitals from his view. Then I sat down next to him on the bed, putting my arms around him and holding him close to me. "I was having a lot of fun, you beautiful little boy." "Good," he said and I could hear the contentment in his voice. I spent a few moments cuddling him and gently kissing the sides of his face. I hadn't shaved this morning so my whiskers scratched at his soft skin, making him laugh and flinch as I buried my face in the nape of his neck. By the time Shawn, Graham and Luke finished their game of cricket, Daniel and I were back outside, helping ourselves to a second serving of the potato salad. Graham went home and returned with two bottles of whiskey, proceeding to pour some into some glasses, handing me one. "Thanks," I said, doing my best to hide my disdain for him. I sipped the amber liquid, feeling it burn my mouth in all the best ways, and had to admit to myself that the creep had good taste in booze. Over the next few hours Daniel and Luke disappeared into the garage, while Graham did his best to get Shawn and I as drunk as possible. While I managed to ward off most of his refill-offers, only drinking one of his generous serves per hour, Shawn was less discerning and very quickly became totally inebriated. The contents of the first bottle were soon gone and I got to enjoy the view of my employee's crotch as he slumped a little in his chair. When Daniel and Luke reappeared later, Graham was asleep in his chair and I had an arm around Shawn, trying to steer the drunken hunk towards his house. "What's wrong with Dad?" Daniel asked, looking concerned. "He's had one too many drinks," I said, grinning at the boy as I struggled to keep Shawn upright. "Could you help me?" Daniel took his Dad's other arm and together we managed to get him into the house, leaving Luke alone with his unconscious father. We got Shawn to his bedroom and carefully plonked him on top of the mattress, where his head rested on the pillow. While he lay there, his eyes closed and a ridiculous grin on his face, I assessed his clothing. "Should we undress him?" I asked Daniel. It was only then that I realised how intoxicated I was and sat down on the edge of the bed, slightly dazed. The boy looked at me and shook his head. "Daddy always sleeps in the nudie. But he wouldn't like it if we looked at his doodle while he was asleep." "Have you done that before?" I asked, my alcohol-relaxed brain having no filter. "A few times," said Daniel and then he frowned as he looked at me. "Are you okay?" "I'm fine, little man. Why don't...why don't you go out and find Luke? I'll just put a blanket over your Dad." "Will he be okay?" "He'll be fine, beautiful boy. Go on, scram," I said, grinning at him. Daniel smiled and left the room, leaving me alone with my favourite employee. I waited several minutes, taking the time to soak in the vision of Shawn's masculine perfection. I gazed at the curve of his muscular arse, so firmly packed into his football shorts. I wonder why he chose to where them? It was almost as though he deliberately wanted to showcase his assets in the best way possible. What I wouldn't give to spread those cheeks and eat out his musky man-hole. It was then that I focused on the front of his shorts and became mesmerised by the shape his genitals were creating beneath the fabric. Shawn's cock. My holy grail. Well...one of them. I checked his face and he appeared to be sleeping. Feeling reckless I reached for his groin, my breathing shallow, and then placed my hand on his bulge. My heartbeat accelerated as I felt the thickness of his soft penis and a healthy set of nuts. My God. It felt just like I had always imagined. As if by instinct, I found myself applying some pressure and began to massage his genitals, seeking a response. Shawn let out a little sigh and I could feel his cock hardening inside his shorts. Encouraged, I used my fingers to stroke his hidden treasure, watching the fabric stretch as he reached full erection and his meat became more visible. "Mmm...Dan-Dan..." Shawn mumbled and I froze in place. I looked back at his face and his eyes were half-open, squinting at me. I gently lifted my hand away from his groin, watching him carefully. "Shawn?" I whispered. "Sorry...," Shawn slurred, his eyes closing again. "I thought...I thought you were...Danny..." What the fuck? I decided to leave him alone and quietly stood up, pulling a blanket over him and creeping out of the bedroom. I stopped in the kitchen, his words echoing in my head. "I thought you were Danny," I whispered to myself. I picked up Shawn's phone and called my wife, telling her that I was going to stay and supervise the boys. When I got outside I found that Graham had roused from his drunken slumber and was yelling at Luke. "We're...going home...now!" Graham managed to spit out. His son was standing close to the house, while Daniel hovered next to him, a look of fear on his face. "You're going home, mate," I said, trying to keep my tone level. "Luke can stay here for the night. You're in no fit state to be looking after a kid." Graham turned to look at me, his eyes bulging with an incredulous expression. "What the fuck, Mr. Woody?" "Go home!" I said, raising my voice and drawing myself up to my full height. I suspected that Graham was just a bully and didn't have the balls to take on a real confrontation. He stepped back, swaying on the spot, then looked at Luke and then back to me. "Fuckin'....fuckin' fine..." he slurred and then staggered over to the fence. For one amusing moment it looked as if he was going to attempt climbing over it. Then he shook his head, realising his limitations, and then shuffled off, disappearing down the driveway. "Go inside, boys," I said, keeping my voice low. I cleared up the mess from the barbecue and then prepared the boys and I some dinner, cobbled together from leftover meats and salads. After eating I fell asleep on the couch, the effects of the whisky taking its toll. When I woke I was alone in the living room. I was very surprised to learn it was almost 8:30pm, although the sun was still out, thanks to it being summer. I found Daniel and Luke on the deck, sitting at the picnic table with plastic cups in front of them. As I got closer to them I noticed something strange. Their eyes were glassy and they were giggling to themselves, their skin flushed. I looked at Graham's second bottle of whisky and noticed that the volume of liquid had dropped. "Hello boys," I said calmly as I reached the table. Daniel looked up at me and then bit his lower lip, as if trying to suppress a laugh. "Hi, Woody," he said. Confident that I knew what was going on, I picked up Daniel's plastic cup and sniffed the contents. It was cola mixed with whisky. I put it down, shaking my head at them and grinning a little. "How much have you had?" I asked. Daniel raised two fingers at me, like a peace sign, and then started to laugh. Luke soon joined him and it was clear that the pair were inebriated. I joined in their laughter and took a seat with them. "You horror boys," I said and grabbed one of the nearby plastic cups, pouring myself a measure of the whisky. "You realise you're going to have very sore heads tomorrow morning." "We know," said Luke, grinning, and I realised it was the first time I'd seen him smile without it looking like a sneer. I wanted to ask him how many times he'd done this before but I didn't want to be the mood killer. I chatted with the two of them for another twenty minutes and then I told them it was time for bed. Luke knew he was to use the spare bedroom and the boys disappeared inside, both of them still giggling and staggering a little. "I'll be in shortly to check on you," I said and then poured myself another whisky. I lit up a cigarette and puffed away as I looked up at the impressive vista of stars in the night sky. Later, when I came inside, I checked on Shawn and Luke and they were both sleeping. I stopped in the bathroom and took a piss. As I watched my urine drop into the toilet bowl I was reminded of earlier, when Daniel had been holding my cock while I drained my bladder. That special little boy... A minute later I found myself at Daniel's bedroom door, quietly opening it and stepping inside. "Daniel?" I whispered as I crept across the room to the boy's bed, looking down at his small form. I reached for his bedside lamp and turned it on. He was awake. "Hi, Woody," he whispered. "Hi beautiful boy. I need to touch you some more," I said. Without waiting for a reply I pulled back the blanket and admired the small frame of his perfect little body, encased in his short-sleeved Super Friends' pyjamas. I reached out and began touching the soft skin of his legs, admiring their shape and silky feel. Daniel reacted to my touch, moaning in soft tones. My hand wandered further up his leg and inside the hem of his pyjama shorts, thrilled to find that he wasn't wearing any underwear. I let myself explore his naked bottom and smooth genitals, gently stroking him to an erection with my fingers. It was blowing my mind that I was actually in his bedroom, molesting him in his own home. I started to remove my clothes, all the while looking down at his little body, prone on the bedsheets and so vulnerable. Once I was completely naked I kneeled on the edge of the mattress, getting my groin in close to Daniel's head. I grabbed the base of my dick and began rubbing it all over his face, luxuriating in the beautiful sensation of his soft and warm flesh against the sensitive head of my erection. "Whose little boy are you?" I whispered. "Yours, Woody. Yours and Daddy's." "That's right," I said and pressed my knob against his lips, pushing to see if he would let me invade his mouth with my pervy cock. My pre-cum leaked out as I moved and I smeared it on his lips, delighting in the erotic ticklish sensation it provided. I pressed further and Daniel's mouth opened, letting my penis inside his warm orifice. I shuddered with pleasure as my glans felt the delicious tingle of his little wet tongue, the spongey texture massaging my sensitive flesh. I spent a few minutes just hovering above him as I slowly fed my aching cock into his tiny mouth, fucking his face with gentle movements, savouring every moment of pleasure. As tempting as another skull-fuck was, I had another urge that I wanted to fulfil. I carefully pulled my dick out of his mouth and looked down at his little face below me. "Can I put my doodle in your bottom again, Danny?" I asked. I saw his look of apprehension. "Just a little bit?" "Only a little bit," said Daniel after a few moments. "Deal," I said, elated and a little breathless. I was rock hard in anticipation and I wasted no time in re-arranging Daniel's position, gently rolling him on his stomach and then onto his knees. I contemplated the sight of his small rear end sticking into the air, admiring its sexy curves. I ran my hand over his little rump, feeling my erection throb as I touched him, my fingers hooking into the waistband of his shorts. I gently pulled the pyjama bottoms away from his hips, slowly revealing the breathtaking sight of Daniel's perfect little arse. I yanked his shorts down to his knees and my hands explored the thrilling texture of his naked bum, the smooth skin feeling magical against my fingertips. "Hmmm..." Daniel said as I played with his little bottom. Grabbing him by the hips, I pulled him closer to me. I lowered my pelvis until my dick was rubbing against Daniel's naked backside, enjoying the softness of his body. I pressed my prick and balls up into his butt crack, thrilling at the warmth of his tiny crevice. I could have probably cum from humping him in this position. As much as I wanted to impale the boy with my dick, I had to get him properly prepared. Taking a breath, I hunched back and parted his arse cheeks. And then I saw the damage I had caused him previously. His tender hole was slightly puffy, a darker colour, with purple bruising in a few spots. All because of my cock. For some sinister reason this made my prick throb and I dived in with my tongue to bathe his swollen anus with my spit. Daniel's breathing got heavier and he began to moan, his cheeks quivering as I rimmed his little balloon knot. "Oh..." Daniel whispered. I reached around with my free hand to grab his dick, gently squeezing it. He became hard under my touch, his little erection expanding in my fingers. For the next few minutes I licked the hell out of his arse, while stroking his immature willy, in an effort to prepare him for my cock. Eventually I pulled back to catch my breath and saw his tiny frame waiting below me, the size difference between us still shocking to me. I had grabbed some lube from Shawn's bathroom and applied some of it to my dick, making the head slick. I smeared some over his tiny bottom, then I pressed my cock between his cheeks, searching for his tight little hole. "I've been waiting to get my doodle into you again," I growled as I pushed my manhood forward. The nine-year-old yelped as the head of my cock began to spread the resistant ring of his arse. "Awww..." Daniel said, his pitch elevated. The young boy sucked in air, moaning as I applied more pressure and slowly sank the head of my cock into his tight rectum. His moans turned into an agonised cry and he buried his head in the pillow. I saw his hands balling into a fist and knew he must be in pain. His little shorts were still gathered around his knees, which had the effect of holding his thighs together firmly. "I'm sorry, Daniel," I said softly, holding my prick in place as I enjoyed the sensation of his tight hole squeezing my meat, listening to his small sobs. "No more, Woody," said Daniel, looking back at me with tears in his eyes. I could feel the scalding hot interior of his arse grabbing at my sensitive flesh. "No more, beautiful. I promise." "Ow...." Daniel moaned, whimpering as he fought to adjust to the head of my adult penis. I kept my word and didn't try to penetrate him deeper, but I held my position, determined to keep my knob inside him and cream his little hole. Instead of thrusting, I gyrated my hips so that the head of my cock was being moved around his entrance, his lubricated arse clamping down on my turgid dick, squeezing as it tried to expel me. "Oh, Daniel. You feel so good. My cock loves your little bum so much," I rambled as I took hold of my shaft and began to jerk it while the head of my manhood was still stretching his poor little rectum. Daniel's moaning went on, alternating between grunting and wincing every time I made a move inside him. I was glad he was a little drunk for this encounter and hoped he wouldn't remember it as a completely negative experience. I picked up the speed of wanking my dick, wishing I could truly pummel his tiny little bum with my manhood. The feeling of his silkiness skin beneath me, as our bodies touched, was heavenly. Our skin began made a slapping sound as sweat formed between us. "Woody," Daniel said, moaning deeply and sharply with the movement of my hips. I knew he was uncomfortable. I reached around to feel for his little dick. He had gone soft. Spitting into my hand, I slicked up his penis and manipulated his little organ until it got hard again. Then I began to masturbate him, timing my strokes to match the short thrusts of my dick. After doing this for a short while I heard a change in Daniel's moaning and felt encouraged that he was beginning to enjoy the experience. "That's it, Danny," I said, gasping due to my exertions, my eyes only half open as all my concentration was devoted to the sensation of my cock wedged inside his hot buns. "Take my doodle in your little boy-hole. Yeah, take it!" The momentum built up between us as I continued to manipulate his little dick and shallow fuck his bum. The pitch of his moans changed again and I realised he was having a dry orgasm from the combination of my hand-job and the dick in his bum. Daniel cried out in pleasure, his little penis throbbing in my hand. I felt his arse muscles clamp down on the head of my dick repeatedly, like a vice, which quickly triggered my own intense orgasm. I almost yelled in ecstasy as I came. While his little dick was in the throws of twitching, I pressed into him with just a little more force and almost fainted from the intensity as my cock finally exploded inside his tight rectum. "Oh, fuck!" I cried in rapture as I felt my shaft expanding and Daniel's insides were coated by my hot cum. My aching prick spasmed repeatedly, dumping my spunk inside his precious boy-hole. As my orgasm waned, so did my thrusts, and I eventually stopped pumping into the boy. I could feel my cum oozing out of his hole, around my cock. I held my position, almost lying on top of him, as my breathing settled and my head cleared. I looked down to see Daniel's tiny, fragile body beneath me. His pyjamas were damp from my sweat that had drenched him. His breathing was still rapid and deep as he recovered from his boygasm. "My legs hurt," Daniel said. I realised that he was still in a kneeling position and I was pressing down onto him. I propped myself up on my hands and gently pulled back with my hips, removing my manhood from his hole. He grimaced and shuddered slightly as the head of my prick widened his hole on leaving. "Ouch," he whispered. "I'm sorry, mate," I said as I lay beside him, gently stroking his body. Daniel collapsed onto his side, my erection no longer skewering him in place. I moved my hand to his chest and pulled him back against me, holding him in an embrace as my breath tickled the top of his head. "Is it over?" Daniel asked, his voice very quiet. I stroked his arm and kissed his hair. "Yes, mate. I'm finished." "Was it good?" "I loved it. I noticed you had the good feeling as well. Was it...different, having one with a doodle inside you?" "It felt different. Stronger. But it also hurt a lot," Daniel said before lapsing into silence. "Can I give you hug?" I asked, softening my voice as, once again, I felt a stab of regret for hurting him. Daniel nodded and turned to face me, nestling in, his head resting on my shoulder. I stroked his tiny bottom as my lips kissed the back of the boy's neck, letting my tongue slide over his flesh. Holding his arse with one hand, I used the other to gently pull his head back so I could see his face. I smiled at him, drinking in the image of his innocence, and then leaned in, my lips brushing up against his. His breath still smelt of alcohol. "Let me kiss you," I said, and before he could answer, I smothered his lips with my own, enjoying the softness of his little mouth as my tongue gently invaded him. Daniel seemed a little surprised at the development, tensing up, but soon he relaxed and I felt his small tongue moving against mine. His coordination was sloppy but it was possibly one of the most sensual moments the two of us had ever shared. It was very erotic, holding his small, damp body against mine as we made out. "You are the best boy," I said after pulling back from the kiss, smiling as I gazed at him, grateful for the pleasure he had given me today. "Did I make you happy?" he asked, his eyelids becoming droopy. I kissed him on the forehead. "You made me very happy, Danny," I whispered. Twenty minutes later I left Daniel's bedroom and made my way to the living room. I was surprised to see Luke sitting on the couch, a glass of water in his hand. He was dressed in only a pair of thin, faded underpants with a Pac-Man logo on them. "Where were you?" he asked, looking confused, his sneer returning. "Uh...Shawn wasn't feeling well. I waited with him for a bit...in case he was sick." I sat on the couch, eyeing him. "What's up with you?" "I was thirsty." "Aren't you cold?" I asked, pointing at his underwear. "Nah. I feel boiling hot." "Hmm. That's probably because of the whisky. I feel a bit hot myself." I moved to the curtains, pulling them aside, and opened one of the windows, letting in some much needed fresh air. "Did you want to watch some television until you feel sleepy again?" I asked, returning to the couch. Luke gave me a strange look, as if he were appraising me. Then I saw his expression relax and he nodded. "Sure." And for the next few hours he and I sat together and watched a re-run of an old Australian film. The next morning I rose early, woke the boys up and fed them some breakfast. They were both sullen and quiet, no doubt nursing mini-hangovers from their whisky consumption. Before they finished eating, Shawn appeared from his bedroom, looking a little worse-for-wear, with dark circles under his eyes and dishevelled hair. "I have to go," I said, keen to get home and use my own shower. "I'll see you at work," I said, grinning. "Come in at ten. Give yourself a chance to wake up properly. "Thanks, boss," said Shawn, smiling. Then I felt a strong pang of jealousy as I watched him go over to Daniel and kiss the top of his son's head. I quickly left, feeling strangely desolate as I drove home, thinking about little Daniel and the intoxicating hold he had on my heart. What the hell was I going to do? To be continued...