Date: Tue, 09 Jan 2024 22:34:28 +0000 From: Dr. Williams Subject: Woody And Little Daniel 7 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 7: Woody Feeds Daniel the Banana After the Australia Day barbecue at Shawn's house, there were several parts of that experience that played on my mind. But one moment in particular was on a loop in my head and I couldn't seem to let it go. Shawn had been passed out on his bed, drunk, and I had been unable to resist the opportunity to finally touch the bulge in his trousers, after checking it out for so many years. He had woken up, barely, to find me massaging his thick dick and balls through his tight football shorts. Still, Shawn seemed to be completely oblivious to the incident the next morning so I felt confident he had no memory of the 'assault'. But there was something else. "I thought you were Danny." That's what a drunken Shawn had said when he caught me. Words that kept replaying in my head. Daniel had once let slip that he'd touched his father's erection before. And that his Dad wouldn't allow it any more. What else was going on in that house? Was Daniel trying to feel up his father on a regular basis? Jesus Christ. I wished I could rest my obsession but the idea of Shawn and Daniel having sex plagued my dreams. I liked to think of Shawn sitting back on the couch in his living room, his trousers open as his nine-year-old son slobbered all over his thick erect cock. Shawn came across as completely heterosexual but I wondered if he could be tempted by the forbidden fruit of incest? If he only knew that his little underage son was more than willing to be a toy for men. I was so preoccupied with the topic that I became absent-minded and stormed into my bathroom on the Friday afternoon, without knocking. I pulled up in surprise as I was greeted by the naked image of my son, Niles. Almost sixteen-years-old, he was drying himself off after a shower, his blonde hair still damp and parts of his naked body glistening. He looked up at me in shock. I briefly drank in his physique, admiring how he had filled out since I last saw him without clothes. The puppy-fat of his youth was gradually disappearing, while his growing arms and legs showed increased muscle definition and burgeoning pale body hair. My eyes were drawn to his crotch and I was wonderfully surprised to see that his penis had also grown considerably. My boy was uncircumcised and his sexy dick had lengthened and dramatically increased in girth, even in its relaxed state. I also noted that his balls looked much larger, resting under the pinkish tube of his cock and there was a growing patch of pubic hair above his manhood. "Dad!" Niles sang out with a laugh, smiling as he quickly wrapped a towel around his waste. I laughed with him and pulled the door closed as I backed out of the room. "Sorry, mate," I said and went to search for another place to take a piss, smiling to myself about seeing my teenage son naked. He looked like a man. How long ago had he discovered the joys of wet dreams and masturbation? I went into the backyard to urinate on the grass. Afterwards I lit up a smoke and found myself thinking about Niles masturbating. What did he think about when he stroked his young cock? I felt my dick grow hard in my pants as I took another puff on my cigarette, imagining my son pleasuring himself. I had seen my son stare at enough lingerie catalogues to know that he was interested in women. And while I had no real desire to touch Niles, sexually, I found myself dwelling on his naked image, admiring his development and imagining the type of man he would grow up to be. What did his cock look like when it was hard? After my cigarette finished, I stubbed it out on the ground and then stood there for a while, staring into space as I contemplated options for my other goal in life. I had to get Daniel alone again. But how? On Monday, after spending the weekend trying to hatch a plan, I went to speak to Shawn after he got back from one of his deliveries. I found him in the staff kitchen, where he was making himself a cup of coffee. "Does Danny like Star Wars?" I asked him. Shawn finished stirring the milk into his drink and then frowned. "Um...I think so. Why" "The third film is coming out later this year. So they're playing the first two on television this weekend. I was wondering if Danny wanted to stay with us for the weekend? He can watch them with Niles and I." "Niles likes sci-fi as well?" "We both enjoy it. So...would Daniel be interested?" "I'll ask him. Thanks, said Shawn, grinning at me, and then walking outside to the smoking area. The next day, Shawn came to my office first thing. "Danny said he'd love to stay the weekend," he said. "Wonderful," I said, beaming at him. "I'll let Niles know." We discussed it for a bit. It was decided that Shawn would bring Daniel to work on Friday and I return him on the Sunday. As Friday slowly approached, I managed to convince my wife to visit her sister for the weekend. She had no interest in entertaining an extra child and promptly said yes. One of her conditions was that Niles stay at home. "Aw, Dad..." he said, rolling his eyes at me when I stopped by his bedroom to tell him. He was sitting on his bed, dressed only in a pair of shorts due to the heat. "I don't know this kid very well. Why can't I go with Mum?" "Well, she's taking your sister and they're going to have a 'girl's weekend' with your Aunt. No boys allowed." "Well...can I go to Tommy's instead?" I sat on the edge of the mattress, glancing at the nice bulge his teenage dick was making in his shorts. "What's the problem?" I asked, smiling. "You've met Daniel before." "I know. But...I just...there was this one time he wanted to look at my..." Niles nodded towards his crotch. "Ya know. My..." I had to stifle a laugh. Oh my God. Of course Daniel had done that. My little cock-whore. "Oh...I see. Sorry. Did that make you uncomfortable?" "Um...no. It's just that...once he saw it, he wanted to touch it -" "Saw it? You mean you showed him?" Niles shrugged, looking at me with that exaggerated look of annoyance that teenagers adopt. "It was a few years ago. I didn't see the harm." A few years ago? I sucked in my breath as I calculated how young Daniel would have been at the time. "Ah...well...Danny sounds like he's a very curious boy. I'm sure he didn't mean any harm." "But...what do I do if he wants to see it again?" "Well, indulge him if you feel comfortable," I said, without thinking it through properly. I bit my lip when I saw the look of shock on Niles' face. "Really, Dad?" my son asked, frowning at me. "Well...what I mean is...um...It's probably better he takes a look at your...genitals...if he's curious...rather than some strange man," I spluttered out, feeling myself blush. Oh, the hypocrisy. I was the 'strange man' in Daniel's life. "Tell you what..." I said, wanting to change the topic. "If you promise not to tell your mother, you can stay at Tommy's instead. As long as his parents are okay with it." He broke into a smile. "For real?" I lightly slapped his bare leg, taking a moment to enjoy the feel of his supple skin under my fingers. "For real." I left his room feeling thrilled. This meant I had two separate evenings to try and molest Daniel while he was staying under my roof. That night I was restless as I imagined Daniel asking my son if he could look at his penis. I wasn't surprised. And I'm sure, now that Niles had grown considerably, Daniel would be even more interested in the contents of his underwear. Friday finally arrived and my wife and daughter left after breakfast. Shawn dropped Daniel off at the house before he commenced work. It was a cooler day and Daniel was dressed in a yellow jumper and blue tracksuit pants. He carried his usual backpack and it looked like it was stuffed with his clothing. He smiled brightly when he saw me and I felt my usual sense of relief. As had become custom, I always carried the concern that he may not have enjoyed our last encounter. "Good to see you, Danny," I said. "Hi, Woody," Daniel said, flashing me a smile. His dark hair was still damp from bathing and the ends of it were curling up, giving him the look of an angelic urchin. "You ready for some Star Wars?" "Yeah. I can't wait." I looked at Shawn. "You can leave him with me if you want. I'll set him up at the house so you can get on with your work." "No worries," said Shawn and then looked at his son. "You remember what we talked about?" "I'll be well behaved," said Daniel in an obedient tone. After Shawn went off to commence work, I took Daniel's shoulder and guided him towards the house, moving slowly so we had a little time to talk first. "How's my favourite nine-year-old?" I asked quietly as we walked. "Good, Woody. Thanks for inviting me over." "My pleasure. I'm sure we'll have fun this weekend," I said. "I haven't seen you since the barbecue." "I know," he said, without looking at me. We reached the house and I paused just before going inside, whispering to him, "I really want to fuck you again, while you're here, Danny." To my disappointment, Daniel frowned at my words. "Oh," he said. I was slightly stung by his obvious lack of enthusiasm, feeling a little rejected. "But we don't have to," I added quickly, which made him smile again. "Is Niles home?" Daniel asked as we stepped inside. "Yeah, mate. He's in his room. You can go see what he's up to," I said. "But he's probably still asleep. Do you know where to -?" "I remember," he said, dropping his back-pack and rushing up the hallway towards my son's bedroom. I took Daniel's bag and dropped it off in the guest bedroom. I returned to work, distracted by Daniel's disinterest in taking my cock in his arse again. I shouldn't have been surprised. Both times I've penetrated his little hole had resulted in pain for him. How on Earth was I ever going to get my entire rod into his bum? I had no interest in forcing myself upon the boy but I had to find a way to make him receptive to the idea again. Before lunch I returned home to check on Daniel and found him sitting in the living room, with Niles, playing a game with my son on the Atari. Before I stepped into the room I could hear the familiar sounds of Daniel's infectious laughter. "What's all the noise about?" I asked, smiling at the pair, who were sitting on the couch, facing the television. They barely looked up at me, each of them holding a controller in their hands as they played a car-racing game. Niles had left a partially eaten bowl of cereal on the floor next to the couch and was still dressed in the same pair of boxer shorts that he wore to bed. It was unusual for him to be topless outside of his bedroom, as his mother didn't approve of it. "I'm no good at this, Woody!" Daniel said, giggling as he concentrated hard on the screen. "I'm going to make you guys some sandwiches," I said and went into the kitchen. While I was preparing the food, Niles came into the kitchen. I glanced at him. "I thought you'd be gone by now," I said lightly. "Do you need a ride to Tommy's or are they going to pick you up?" "Change of plans, Dad. I'm going tomorrow instead," he explained as he opened the fridge and stared at the contents. "One of his sisters has a friend over and the Mum can't cope with more than one visitor. Apparently." Fuck! I raised my eyebrows at him. "No worries," I said. "Are you going to be okay with Danny?" Niles shot me a look and then avoided eye contact. "Yeah. He's been fine," he said and returned to the living room. After giving the boys their lunch, I went back to my office, a little perturbed that my plans had been slightly derailed. So much for having Daniel to myself tonight. The rest of the afternoon dragged by and every spare moment I considered that little Daniel was in my home, less than forty meters away. At 3:00pm I went back to the house to find the living room empty. "Niles?" I called out but there was no reply. Feeling apprehensive, I quickly went to my son's bedroom and, after hesitating a moment, I burst into the room... It was empty. I walked over to the bed, confused, and then I heard the faint sound of a voice coming from the backyard. I moved to the window and looked outside. I saw the two boys, on the lawn, nearby. Niles had finally put a t-shirt and shorts on. I almost yelled when I saw him puffing away on a cigarette! He was too young to smoke! More importantly, I suspect it was my tobacco he was smoking. "Little bastard," I whispered to myself. Still, and I'm a terrible parent for admitting this, there was something very sexy about seeing him do something so adult. Daniel was standing with him, facing him, looking up, and they were talking. Niles kept shaking his head and smiling, reacting to something that the nine-year-old was saying to him. What was amusing him? I readied myself to charge outside and read my son the riot act when something made me stop. Something about Niles' expression as he looked at Daniel. I held my position, observing them for a few minutes. And then something strange happened. Niles handed Daniel his cigarette. I was expecting to see the younger boy try to puff on it but he just held it in his hand. Then my son put his fingers under the waistband of his shorts and lowered the front, pulling them down enough to reveal his cock and balls. I drew in my breath as I saw my son's genitals for the second time in a week. His dick was looking chubbier than last time, however. In fact it was semi erect. Daniel put his finger on his lip as he stepped closer to Niles, looking down at my son's nice looking cock. Daniel asked him something and Niles frowned. "Fuck..." I said to myself as I watched the sordid scene in front of me. I couldn't take my eyes off my son's dick and I could swear it was growing bigger. Niles eventually nodded, looking around nervously. Daniel handed him back the cigarette and Niles took a long drag on it. Then the nine-year-old stepped closer and his little hand reached out and took hold of my son's growing cock. Part of me felt a twinge of angst as I watched little Daniel fondle my boy's dick, which was responding and growing to a full erection. I stood there watching, my cock getting hard in my pants, despite my feelings of conflict. I felt strangely proud that Niles was getting some action, although I wished it was with someone else. Daniel was...mine. Niles continued to puff on his cigarette, putting in an effort to act nonchalant as the nine-year-old boy squeezed his bloated teenage dick. He closed his eyes for a few moments, as if he were savouring the moment and the sensations he was experiencing. Daniel's fingers had worked their way around the shaft and he was gently stroking my son's hard meat. God, I knew the kind of bliss Niles would be experiencing. I turned, leaving the bedroom, and walked to the back door. I opened it and called out, "Boys? Where are you?" Daniel appeared after a few moments, running towards me, smiling. I noticed that the front of his shorts were poking out from an erection. "What are you two up to?" I asked. "Niles was showing me a lizard in the garden," Daniel said, wide-eyed and seemingly sincere. "Is that what he called it?" "What?" Daniel asked, frowning. Niles finally turned up, his hand awkwardly trying to conceal the bulge his cock was making in his shorts. "Hi, Dad," he said, giving me a goofy grin. "Danny was telling me about the big lizard you were showing him," I said and took some delight in watching as he fought to repress a look of shock. "Oh, um..." Niles started to say, looking genuinely flabbergasted. "It was...um..." I ruffled Daniel's hair. "Go inside, Danny. We'll be in shortly." He nodded and disappeared inside. Niles went to walk past me but my arm blocked his way. "Um...can I smell cigarette smoke on you, mate?" I asked, fixing him with a stare. The look on Niles' face was priceless. "Oh...um..." he spluttered. "I just had one." "One of mine?" "Uh-huh." "Ask next time," I said and moved my arm out of the way. He nodded, giving me a nervous smile, and walked into the house. I spent the rest of the afternoon wondering what Niles and Daniel were up to. And I felt ridiculous because the source of my angst was a feeling of envy that my son might be enjoying Daniel in a way that I was desperate to. At dinner that evening I stole glances at Daniel while the three of us ate, watching as he hungrily stuffed his face with food, imagining he was eating my cock instead. Afterwards, we taught Daniel how to play Canasta and had several games of this in the dining room. Shortly before 8:30pm Niles and Daniel set up in the living room to watch the first Star Wars film. Before it began I asked Daniel to come to his bedroom so I could make sure the bedding was how he liked it. Nile didn't even seem to register as Daniel stood up and followed me out of the room. In the guest room, I turned on the bedside lamp and Daniel went to his bag, pulling out a Doctor Who book and setting it on his pillow. "So I can read later," he said, giving me a little grin as he sat on the mattress. I moved over to the bed and sat down next to him, reaching out to touch his bare little leg. He stiffened slightly as my hand massaged his limb gently. "What were you and Niles doing in the backyard? Tell me the truth," I added with a fatherly tone. "I saw you through the window." "Don't get angry at Niles," Daniel said. "Why would I be angry?" "It was my fault. I asked him if I could see his doodle," Daniel said quietly, sounding incredibly worried. "Danny, relax. I'm not angry." "It's just...that's why I got in trouble at my Nan's house." "What do you mean?" I asked. I knew something had happened when he last stayed at his grandparent's farm "My Uncle Rohan," he said. Rohan was Shawn's younger brother. He was seventeen and was in his final year of school. I'd met him at one of Shawn's barbecues. He was a good looking lad, a scaled down version of his older brother. "What happened?" I asked, caressing his knee. "You can tell me, little man." "He took me swimming. And when his shorts got wet I could see the outline of his doodle." "I see," I said. I knew where this was going and I loved him for it. "And you asked to see it?" Daniel nodded, biting his lower lip. "I did," he said. "I wanted to see if it looked like Daddy's doodle." "And did it?" I asked. "He didn't show me," said Daniel, pouting a little. "He told my Nan what I said and she...called me a dirty little boy." I remember him telling me that part a while back."I'm sorry she said that to you, Danny. You're only a little bit dirty." Daniel slapped my arm and giggled, lighting up with a brilliant smile. "Woody!" he said, resting his head against my shoulder. I kissed the top of his head, enjoying his proximity. After a few moments I found myself asking, "Did you...like Niles' doodle?" Daniel looked up at me and nodded. "Yeah. It was nice. It was like yours." He paused, frowning, then said, "But not as big." I chuckled a little, my ego sufficiently stroked. "Well, maybe when he's fully grown." "Do you think Niles can have an organism -?" "Orgasm," I corrected him and sighed, unable to think clearly. I kept conjuring up the intensely hot picture of Daniel slurping on Niles' teen cock and my dick was responding to the imagery. "Are you angry with me?" Daniel asked in a timid voice and I could see the concern on his face. "Um," I said. "I think more jealous than angry." Daniel beamed at me when he heard that. "Jealous?" I nodded. "I'm selfish. I want you to all to myself. You didn't say anything about playing with me, did you?" "No, never," said Daniel quickly. "I promise. I'll never tell anyone. He wouldn't like me if he knew that." "Okay," I said after a pause. "Well, don't do anything else with him. Unless he asks," I added at the last moment, ashamed of myself. "Okay," he replied meekly. I reached out and touched Daniel's face, feeling a sinister pang of desire, my cock hard in my underwear. "You're a lovely little boy that makes me very, very happy, Danny," I said and paused, breathing in as I fought the temptation to take action early. "I'm going to come back to your room later. Once I'm sure Niles is asleep. And you're going to play with my doodle again. Okay?" Daniel stared at me, his huge eyes watching as I reached down to my trousers and squeezed my meat, massaging it in a lewd manner. The boy simply nodded and I smiled at him. We went back to the living room, joining my son. "What took you guys so long?" Niles asked. "The movie's about to start." Much later, about thirty minutes before the film was due to finish, I made my way to the bathroom and opened the medicine cabinet. I took a sleeping pill from my wife's supply and then moved to the kitchen. I flicked on the kettle and walked to look through the doorway to the living room. "Fancy a Milo?" I asked and the boys looked up, nodding with a smile. I returned to the kitchen and prepared two cups. The sound of the kettle meant that they didn't hear me as I crushed the sleeping pill between two teaspoons, dropping the contents into one of the drinks and stirring it in. I took these to the living room, handing one to each of them. Over the next thirty minutes I kept glancing over at Niles, watching his eyelids became heavy as he fought to stay awake. By the time the movie credits started playing, Niles was practically unconscious. "I think you both need some sleep," I suggested and was soon helping him up from the couch, massaging his shoulders gently as we left the room, yawning loudly. Daniel followed us up the hallway and disappeared into his bedroom, while I guided Niles to his room and helped him into bed. "Good night, cobber," I said as I left his room. I was tempted to go straight to Daniel but went to the kitchen instead and fixed myself a whisky. Then I sat in front of the television, wondering how much time I should wait before I visited the guest bedroom. As I glanced around the room I noticed the bowl of plastic fruit that sat on one of the coffee tables. It had been a gift from my mother-in-law and I had never been fond of it. I stood and walked over to it, examining the different forms of fake fruit there. I picked up the banana and studied it. It was a solid plastic and slightly flexible. I returned to my seat with it, my dick inflating as I considered how I could use it. I tugged down the fly of my pants and fished out my cock, which was almost fully erect, and compared it to the banana. While it didn't look terribly realistic as a banana, its size was approximately two thirds of my adult penis. Could I use this to stretch Daniel's little hole? Thirty minutes later I had downed a second whisky and was feeling a little inebriated and very horny. I grabbed the banana and stood, moving quietly as I made my way to the bathroom, retrieving a tube of KY Jelly from my wife's toiletries bag. Daniel's bedside light was off when I crept into the guest room. I could hear the solid sound of his breathing and knew he was asleep. He stirred as I crossed over to his bed and switched on the lamp, standing over his small form in the bed. I smiled as his eyes gradually opened, squinting in the light as he became aware of my presence. "Woody?" he said as he yawned, blinking furiously. "I'm here to play some games with you," I whispered and put the fake banana and lube on the bedside table. Daniel looked at the items in confusion and then watched me as I began removing my pants and underwear, my cock springing free from its confines. "Take your pyjamas off," I instructed him and he immediately began pulling the top over his head, revealing his smooth and slender torso. He kicked back the bedsheets and grabbed the waist of his pyjama bottoms, tugging them down. I smiled as I caught sight of his hairless genitals and the base of his little arse. "Are you going to put your doodle in my bottom again?" Daniel asked, looking concerned. "I'd love to fuck you," I said as I pulled my shirt off, exposing my chest. I saw the hesitant look on his face. "But we don't have to tonight." "Can I suck on you instead?" Daniel asked. "Of course," I said. He gave me a wonderful smile as I climbed onto the bed, seating my naked body next to him. I reached out and pulled him into an embrace, sighing as I let my hands explore the softness of his young body. "I've missed you," I said and was delighted to feel his tiny fingers immediately reach for my engorged dick, squeezing the shaft with heavenly gentleness. I groaned in pleasure, smiling, and kissed the top of his head, breathing in the unique smell of his scalp. How I wished this wasn't such a temporary situation. Ordinarily I would have been thrilled to just lay with the boy, feeling the delicious sensation of his hairless body against mine, and to rub my dick against him until I came. But our time together was limited and I wanted desperately to do everything possible with him before he returned home. Mostly, I wanted to fuck him. Everything we were doing was taboo but the ultimate in bliss would be to have my cock fully encased in the warmth of his tight little rectum. Daniel snapped me out of my thoughts when his lips touched my nipple and I felt his tongue graze over the sensitive surface, making it harden immediately. I leaned my head back as his mouth suckled on my tit, sending ripples of pleasure through me. The combination of his suckling and the little hand on my cock made me sigh in satisfaction. I reached up and stroked the back of his head, pressing him closer to me. "Oh, little boy, you make me so happy," I said quietly as my nipple was nursed in his little orifice. After letting this continue for a few minutes I pulled Daniel's head off my tit and he looked up at me, his lips red and wet. "Do you want me to stop?" he asked, ever eager to make me happy. I wasn't sure how to answer for a moment, several suggestions running through my head. What I wanted was to have Daniel all to myself for an entire weekend, without the distraction of family or the threat of being discovered. I would love the time and freedom to explore every bit of his little body with my hands, mouth and cock. I also wanted to feel the warmth of Daniel's tongue on every part of my adult body. Finally I had to answer him. "Suck on my doodle for a little while," I requested and was thrilled when he smiled, his mop of hair descending towards my manhood. I felt his little hand grab the base of my prick and I groaned as his hot mouth covered the head, bathing it with his beautiful tongue. He concentrated on my knob for a while, licking around the crown with circular motions, making my head spin. And then I planted my hand on his head, pushing down slightly to give him more of my dick. He reacted, gagging at the intrusion of my adult penis. "Don't stop," I said, my fingers running through his hair and pressing down. Daniel gave a small "Hmmmm" of protest as I lifted my hips, forcing my cock deeper into his mouth. "That's it," I said with encouragement, over half my rod inside him now. "You can do it. You're so good at that." I pulled back slightly, allowing him to take a deep breath, and then pushed his head down again. Daniel made a choking sound but he continued the up and down movements as he began slurping on my turgid manhood with his soft little mouth. I looked down in amazement as his small head bobbed up and down in my groin. How horrified would Niles be if he knew that Daniel was doing to me now? I stared at the ceiling a moment as I luxuriated in the pleasure Daniel was giving me with his mouth. How sick was it to have my cock in the gob of a nine-year-old boy while my child was asleep elsewhere in the house? After several minutes of this I needed to move things along. I had made peace with the fact that I wouldn't be able to fuck Daniel tonight. That would have to wait. But I could definitely help progress the chances of that happening later. "Get on your back," I said quietly. Daniel eventually took my dick from his mouth, looking up at me. I smiled down at him and he nodded, turning to lay face-up on the mattress next to me. I reached over and grabbed the plastic banana and KY Jelly. I carefully covered the fake fruit with a thin layer of the lubricant and then looked down at his little bum, less than an arm-length away. "Is that the slippery stuff?" Daniel asked. "Yeah," I said. "It will make this easier. Pull your legs back," I instructed and Daniel reached under his knees, pulling them back towards his chest. I shifted down on the bed, turning to face him, looking down at the puckered skin of his little hole. Surprisingly there was almost no visible evidence of my previous penetration. The skin was pink and the puffiness of his anus had dissipated, looking mostly tight and shiny. Would I have to start all over again? "What are we doing?" asked Daniel timidly. I showed him the banana and enjoyed the look of confusion on his face. "We're going to play a little game," I said quietly, my breathing heavy as I positioned the plastic phallus at the entrance of his arse. Daniel's eyes widened in surprise. "Woody -?" he began. "Call me Daddy," I said. "Daddy," said Daniel, his voice sounding meek. "Can't I keep sucking your doodle instead?" I applied a little pressure with the implement and the tip of the banana entered Daniel's anus. He sucked in his breath as his hole was spread, the lubricated tool easing into him. "You can suck my doodle later, if you want," I said, trying to sound soothing as his face tensed up, clearly in discomfort. "But for now we have to play this game." "It hurts," Daniel complained in a small voice, his face reddening with the effort. "I know mate, I'm sorry," I said. "I have to get you ready for my doodle." I pressed the banana further into him, watching as the middle section, easily the thickest part, began to spread his hole. Daniel's eyes screwed up and his lips quivered, a couple of tears rolling down his cheeks. Oh damn, I felt conflicted now. Should I stop? I paused the violation, allowing him a moment to adjust. He opened his eyes to look at me as he faught to hold back his tears. I remember in my early days of getting fucked, it sometimes helped if my partner withdrew his cock after the initial penetration. Somehow this small pause allowed my arse to adjust to the discomfort and I usually found the subsequent re-insertion less painful. Sighing, I gently pulled the banana from his arse, his body jolting slightly, and rested it against his glistening hole. Daniel exhaled with relief, breathing deeply as his little ring spasmed visibly. "We'll just take a little break," I told him. "It's too big," Daniel said, his voice rattled. "It's smaller than my doodle," I said and with my free hand I took hold of one of his, pulling it away from under his knee and placing on my rock hard cock. Daniel obediently wrapped his fingers around my turgid flesh, squeezing it with delicate pressure. "It doesn't feel smaller," Daniel said, sounding worried. "Trust me, it is. I know this is uncomfortable, Danny. But getting fucked can be wonderful. Once you get used to it." "Have you done this to other boys?" he asked, surprising me. He'd never asked me this before. His little hand was still gently manipulating my rod, his fingers becoming slippery from the leaking pre-cum. "No," I said honestly. "You're the only boy special enough. I really like how you play with my doodle." Daniel's fingers grazed the head of my cock as I said this, making me sigh in pleasure. "And I know you would do anything to make me happy, wouldn't you?" "Yes," he said after a small pause. "Would you let your Daddy do this to you?" I asked. Daniel seemed to consider this and nodded. "If he wanted to," he answered, blushing. I followed this moment up by gently pressing the plastic banana into him again, this time inserting it very slowly. Daniel groaned in protest as his ring was violated again. "Shhhh," I said in a hushed tone. "We don't want to wake Niles up." Daniel nodded, breathing deeply as I penetrated his rectum with the fake fruit. To my delight he did not seem to be in so much pain this time. He still looked uncomfortable but his tears had stopped and his shallow breathing indicated that he was tolerating the invasion. "Mmm, that's better, isn't it?" I asked as almost the entire length of the banana was now buried inside his little chute. Daniel lifted his head, looking down to see where my fingers were holding the end of the yellow shape poking out of his ring. "It doesn't hurt as much," said Daniel softly. "Good boy," I praised him. "I am so proud of you." I began to make very small movements with the banana, rotating it slightly and watching his expression carefully to test his pain threshold. Daniel let out a low moan, his lips pressing together tightly. "Daddy..." he groaned as I pulled the banana out a little and then carefully slid it back into him. Daniel sucked in his breath as I began to repeat these movements, fucking his little arse with the piece of plastic fruit. "Just pretend it's your Dad's dick inside of you, Danny," I said, my breathing shallow as Daniel's little hand worked its magic on my swollen cock. While I violated his rectum with the make-shift dildo, I briefly pictured Shawn on the bed with us, kneeling before his son, his manhood erect as his hand guided it to Daniel's little hole. Oh, I would give anything to be there as Shawn fed his rigid prick into his child's tiny arse. Daniel closed his eyes as I continued to gently screw his chute with the banana. His free hand was now slick with my pre-cum and my head was spinning from the delightful sensations he was giving me. His fingers exercised exquisite pressure, running over my sensitive shaft and glans, making me sigh. Should I let him continue? He had taken the entire banana in his hole tonight. Surely the length of my prick wouldn't be too much more to handle? "I really need to get my whole doodle inside you, Danny," I said in a husky voice. He looked at me with alarm. "Please, little man." "Woody," said Daniel, looking upset. "Please, not now. It will really hurt." And I hadn't thought to give him one of my wife's painkillers, damn it. "It would make me so happy if you let me try again," I continued, delirious with desire. I was ashamed of myself as I tried to convince him to take my cock in his little bum. "No," Daniel said, his tone hardening slightly. "I don't want to now. Can I do something else?" Bugger! "Of course, mate," I said after a pause, disappointed. I know I could have kept pressing the issue. And eventually he would have let me screw him, if I insisted. But I was still happy with our progress tonight and I honestly didn't think I could last much longer with Daniel's warm little hand manipulating my rod. I pushed the banana into his arse one more time and then left it there, shifting my position, pulling my dick away from Daniel's hand. I got onto my knees, kneeling next to his head. I briefly considered invading his mouth with my cock again, repeating the face-fuck experience with him. But then I twisted around, facing the end of the bed, and carefully lifted one of my legs over him, settling into a crouching position over his face. My thighs were now either side of his head and my arse was sitting directly above him. I glanced down to see that the rest of his face obscured by my body. "Woody?" I heard him ask but his words were soon muffled as I lowered my hips carefully, the cheeks of my bum spreading as I planted myself on top of him. "Lick my arse, mate," I said quietly and soon felt Daniel's tongue dragging over the puckered skin of my anus. "Oh fuck, yeah," I hissed as he began to lick the tender skin of my ring, which quivered from the beautiful sensations. "That's it, son. Oh my god. Yeah... eat your Dad's arse." Ripples of pleasure surged through me as he pressed into my hole, trying to invade it with the hot sponginess of his tongue. Meanwhile my dick was going unattended and I took hold of both Daniel's hands, placing them around my shaft and on my balls. "Keep stroking my doodle, mate," I instructed and was thrilled when his little palm began to stroke my cock, sliding up and down, his fingers still beautifully slick. His other hand massaged my swollen nuts and I moaned with the pleasure he was giving me. "Fuck...that is so nice." I leaned forward slightly towards Daniel's spread legs and took hold of the banana. I pulled back on it, causing the boy to tense, and then fed it back into him. I was afraid this would interrupt the lad's rhythm but he continued his good work, licking my arse and manipulating my prick. I imagined the banana was my cock, plunging into the intense heat of his rectum, feeling the warmth of his flesh gripping my meat. Oh my God, how could I not just fuck him now? Chasing my orgasm, I began to press my arse down onto Daniel's face, smothering him as i tried to force his entire tongue up my hole. I heard the boy desperately trying to breathe as my bum cheeks pressed into his face. "That's it, mate. Lick my hole, oh... yeah. Don't stop..." Daniel made little stabbing motions with his tongue, darting as far into my anus as his size would allow. The invasion on my hole felt amazing and then, unexpectedly, I imagined nine-year-old Daniel feeding his little dick into me, his hairless body between my legs as he thrust his penis inside my adult arse...and the imagery sent my nuts into overload. "Oh fuck," I grunted as I felt my heartbeat accelerate, my prick throbbing in the grip of his hand, swelling as my orgasm rushed to a crescendo. I let out a loud groan as cum erupted from my rod, splashing onto Daniel's tiny hand and landing on his soft, hairless torso. As my balls let their contents go, my ring clenched uncontrollably against the heat of Daniel's little tongue, intensifying my pleasure. My groin was on fire with the beautiful sensations and I almost let out a cry of joy, unable to believe this child was capable of making me so happy. Slowly the orgasm began to edge off and I gradually came down from the high, enjoying the warm afterglow that was flooding me. "Mmm," Daniel mumbled, struggling to breathe beneath the weight of my arse cheeks. I carefully lifted myself off him and heard the boy sucking in his breath. I turned, sitting next to his prone form. His face was flushed a bright red colour, his eyes watering, his lips surrounded by moisture. I tenderly reached out and stroked the side of his face, smiling at him. "That was so good, Danny. Thank you." "I couldn't breathe very well," Daniel said, sounding almost apologetic. "Your tongue did a great job," I said warmly. "And it felt lovely." "Good," said Daniel and gave a little grin. Then he frowned. "Can you take the banana out now?" I'd almost forgotten! "Sure," I said quickly and reached down, grabbing the end of the plastic. "Ready?" I asked him. He nodded and then grimaced as I slowly pulled the fake fruit out of him. "Thanks," he said, sounding relieved. I put the banana on the bedside table. "Take this home with you. You can practice with it." Daniel glanced at the banana and then back at me, looking very doubtful. "Really?" "Sure, mate. Just make sure you keep it clean and hide it somewhere safe." Daniel and I chatted for a few more minutes and then I eventually got dressed and let him go to sleep. I crept down the hallway, listening carefully for any signs that Niles had woken up. I returned to the living room and poured myself another whisky. As I sat on the couch I contemplated my plans for tomorrow. Niles would be out of the house at some point, leaving me in alone with Daniel. Could it be time to utilise one of my wife's pain killers again? The nine-year-old had been reluctant to try taking my dick in his hole tonight but I was determined to overcome that barrier. I would have uninterrupted access to him, in my own home, and I was determined to get all of my cock into his little arse, once and for all. To be continued...