Date: Wed, 17 Jan 2024 10:16:20 +0000 From: Dr. Williams Subject: Woody And Little Daniel 8 (revision) 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 8: Woody Seduces Daniel's Little Arse I woke early on the Saturday, my mind active with anticipation for the day and night ahead. I turned and lay on my belly, grinding my erection into the bed, enjoying the pressure on my knob. This was how I discovered how to give myself a dry orgasm when I was ten-years-old. I'd been humping my little dick into the mattress of my single bed, having found the friction on my glans to be pleasurable. This particular night I did it for an extended period and was beautifully surprised when the sensation of orgasm overtook my groin, my cock twitching as I continue to grind it against my bedsheets. No one had given me the birds-and-the-bees talk at this point, but I knew I had found the reason men think with their dicks, an expression I'd heard my mother use quite often. I thought about little Daniel, who was asleep in my guest bedroom. His bottom was probably sore from me screwing it with a plastic banana last night. I got out of bed, pulling on a robe, and made my way to his room, quietly opening the door and creeping inside. The nine-year-old was sleeping as I approached the bed. I looked at the bedside table and saw the plastic banana. I picked it up and tip-toed out of the room, taking it to the bathroom. After I thoroughly cleaned it and had a piss, I made my way back to the guest room. Daniel's eyes were open when I got to him and perched on the edge of the mattress. I put the plastic banana back on the bedside table, next to the tube of lubricant, and then turned my attention to him, grinning. He smiled at me and I ran my hand over the lump his body was making under the covers. "How did you sleep, beautiful?" I asked, speaking softy. Daniel let out a long yawn. "Good. I think." "Can I kiss you good morning?" I asked, cocking an eyebrow at him. He looked bashful and then nodded. I leaned in close and planted a kiss on his lips. He responded a little by pouting, closing his eyes while my tongue entered his mouth and lightly licked along the bottom of his teeth. I pulled back after a few moments, grinning at him. "Thank you, Danny." "You haven't cleaned your teeth," he said quietly, with a little giggle. "And you still smell a bit like bottom," I whispered and he went red, his hand emerging from the bed clothes and slapping me on the arm. "You made me do that!" he said. "Aw, come on. I thought your face was a chair. I was just trying to get comfortable," I said, poking him in the ribs, making him twitch. Daniel clamped a hand over his mouth, holding in his laughter. "How's your bottom feeling?" I asked after we stopped laughing. "Um...it's a bit sore." "I'm sorry, little -" "It's okay. I kinda like it." I squinted at him, intrigued. "You like it?" "Well...it hurts," he said, frowning as he looked away a moment, as if searching for the right words. "But also...I feel like a grown up. Like in one of the magazines that Luke showed me." "What magazine?" "Um...it was one of his Dad's. It had men and ladies in it. Doing naughty stuff." "I think I know the sort you mean," I said. "Did you like it?" He nodded. "Yeah. I liked seeing the men in it. They were like you and Daddy. They all had really big doodles!" I chuckled, reaching out and running my finger down the side of his face. "No wonder you liked it," I said. "Can I show you something?" Daniel asked. "Of course, mate," I said. I watched as he sat up and leaned down to grab his bag, which was beside the bed. He reached into a side-pocket and pulled out a folded piece of shiny paper, handing it to me. I unfolded it and saw a pornographic picture, a page from a magazine. It showed a woman on her knees, sucking the dick of one guy while another man was fucking her from behind, doggy-style. I looked up at Daniel. "You like this picture?" Daniel nodded, biting his bottom lip a moment, then said, "I want to do what she's doing." He pointed to the woman in the photo. I raised my eyebrows at him, smiling. "Really? Two doodles at once?" Daniel nodded, looking a little embarrassed. "I think that's called a spit roast," I said. "I want to do that with you." "And who else?" "Daddy." I exhaled, feeling my cock stiffen inside my robe. "Oh, little mate. I would...absolutely love that." He had no idea just how much I wanted that. "I wish we could," he said, looking a little sad. "But Daddy doesn't like boys...the way we do." I folded the picture back up and slipped it back into the pocket of his bag. I moved the backpack to the floor and touched Daniel's shoulder. "Can I suck on your doodle for a little bit?" I asked. "I need to pay you back for being so nice to me last night." He nodded, grinning, then frowned. "I have to go to the toilet though. I need a wee." "Danny...could I drink your widdle?" The expression on his face was priceless. "Okay," he said. "Don't look so surprised," I said, winking at him and then pulled back his sheets, moving him into a sitting position. I got off the bed and dropped to my knees, indicating with my hands that he should get out of the bed. Daniel swung his little legs over the side of the mattress and stood up. I hunched down, sitting as low as I could to line up with his crotch. I put my hands on the back of his pyjama bottoms and slowly pulled them down, passing over his slim hips and revealing his stiff little penis. "Yum," I said and put my mouth over his little nail, letting his rigid organ rest on my tongue. My hands returned to his soft bum cheeks, squeezing them slightly and savouring the delicious feeling of his smooth, supple skin. I tapped his rump with my fingers as I waited for him to start. After a few moments I felt him tense up a little and then I jolted as a burst of urine hit the back of my throat. Fighting the urge to gag, I began to swallow rapidly, working hard to keep his piss from spurting out the sides of my mouth and all over his shorts. "It tickles," I heard Daniel say as his golden waste travelled down my gullet. For a little boy, his bladder was certainly able to hold a lot of liquid and I almost got to the point where the volume was too much. As I struggled to breathe I thought of all the times I had heard Daniel choking as I held down his head on my dick. Eventually his flow decreased and I was able to take in sharp breaths through my nose. I found myself suckling on his tiny willy as the last drops of his piss dribbled over my hungry tongue. I let his penis drop from my mouth and I sat back slightly, grinning up at him as I panted like an animal. "Thank you so much, Danny," I said, a slight gurgle in my voice. "Was there too much?" Daniel asked, watching me as I sat back on my haunches. I kissed him on the head and then ruffled his hair a little. "Not too much. I loved drinking your pee, mate." I gently pushed him back towards the mattress. "Lay back on the bed, little one," I whispered and he obeyed. His pyjama bottoms were around his ankles so I pulled them free, tossing them aside. Then I spread his beautiful little legs and took a long look at his crotch, taking in the wonderful sight of his hairless genitals and little bottom. I positioned myself above him and took hold of his hard little penis. Then I lowered my head, swallowing his rigid nail down to his balls, my tongue bathing his scrotum. Daniel sighed with pleasure, which fired me up, and I began to steadily fellate him. "Woody...?" Daniel whispered quietly as I worked his little dick with my mouth. I let go of his penis and looked up. "What is it, mate?" I asked. "Can you do me with your hand?" I lowered my bottom lip. "Don't you like me sucking you?" He grinned. "I do. A lot. But...but I want to you to talk to me while you play with my doodle." I smiled, reaching for his dick and taking hold of it. It was slick with my spit so my fingers were soon sliding up and down his stiff, hairless little noodle. "What do you want me to talk about?" I whispered. "Tell me what you're going to do to me tonight," Daniel said, his eyes half closed as he concentrated on the pleasure I was giving his tiny penis, so rigid under my touch. "Well...first, I'm going to make you dinner. And treat you like a prince. A handsome little prince. Does that sound nice?" "Uh-huh..." Daniel mumbled, watching me. "And then I'm going to give you a bath. A nice hot one. And get you really, really clean." I let my other hand lightly fondle his hairless scrotum, marvelling at how small his equipment looked in my adult hands. "Especially that little bottom of yours," I said quietly, grinning at him. He smiled back at me, clearly enjoying the feelings I was giving him. "I need it to be really clean." "Yeah?" Daniel asked, panting a little. "Oh, yeah," I whispered, my finger snaking in under his cheeks, seeking out his boy-hole. I soon felt my digit pressed up against his tight ring, the heat warming my fingertip as I gently rubbed against it. I felt a little lightheaded as I worked away at him for a while, jerking the nine-year-old's penis and rubbing the puckered skin of his anus. "And then I'm going to carry you to my bedroom." "Naked?" "That's right. And then I'm going to put you on my bed and kiss every part of your body." "Oh..." said Daniel. "That's it, little one," I said, my voice low and soothing. "Do you like the sound of that?" He nodded, his chest rising and falling. "And then, my beautiful boy, I'm going to make love to you." "Make love to me?" "Yes, sweet boy. I'm going to put my doodle in your bottom." "All of it?" "Yeah, baby," I said, applying a little more pressure to his dick, increasing the speed. Daniel groaned, his tiny rod throbbing under my touch. "Every little bit of it." "Even if it hurts me?" he asked, gasping for air. "Yes mate. I'm going stick my whole big cock inside you, Danny." I felt the muscles of his ass begin to clench around my fingertip as his breathing became deeper, a moan escaping his lips, his penis twitching wildly. "And then I'm going to fuck that pretty little bottom of yours...until you can't walk anymore." "Oh!" Daniel yelped, his hips bucking slightly and his chest heaving as he experienced a little boygasm, his face twisting with a look of bliss. I continued to massage his hole as his orgasm peaked, taking in the beautiful expression on his handsome little face. I was conscious of how incredibly tight his ring felt as it spasmed on my digit. Soon his sighing decreased and his face took on a happy, contented expression as his breathing gradually returned to normal. "Thank...thank you...Woody," said Daniel, barely able to speak. "You're more than welcome, my little prince," I said and kissed the top of his thigh, cherishing the feeling of his soft skin against my lips. "You're so beautiful." I heard the sound of a toilet flushing and knew that Niles must be up. I looked up at Daniel and he smiled back. We understood it was time to get up and pretend to be normal again. After breakfast, Niles got a call from his friend, Tommy, and found out that he wouldn't be going there until 5:00pm. To fill in some time I took the boys to see a movie, "The Year of Living Dangerously", in the afternoon. Upon arrival I discovered that the film had a higher classification than I realised but I found the adult content of the film ended up being mild. I don't think the boys liked it though. I enjoyed sitting next to Daniel, starring down at his trousers and imagining the juvenile genitals and hairless little arse within them. We exchanged a few glances during the movie, making me wish I could take his hand and place it on my crotch. He knew just how to squeeze and massage my manhood. I was keen to limit Daniel's alone-time with Niles, for now. Selfishly, I didn't want the nine-year-old to be taken advantage of by anyone other than me. Yet. He was my little plaything. I considered using a slightly bigger implement on Daniel, to stretch his hole further. A carrot or zucchini perhaps? Or maybe getting in a friend with a smaller dick to help me molest him. I knew a few guys but none I was truly confident in telling about my carnal activities with Daniel. I decided against any of these plans. I wanted my cock to be the only tool that expands the hot walls of his rectum. That tightness was mine to conquer. Later, we drove Niles to Tommy's and then Daniel and I returned to my house. While I prepared dinner, Daniel opted to play on the Atari. "Do you want a drink of Milo?" I called from the kitchen. "Yes, please, Woody!" "Won't be long." I boiled the kettle and got his drink ready. I opened a cabinet, where I'd hidden an assortment of my wife's pills. I took out one of the painkillers and paused. Was one going to be enough for what I had planned? I contemplated doubling the dose and then decided against it. I don't want him to pass out. I took the drink out to Daniel and also handed him the pill. He smiled as he took it from me and swallowed it. I winked at him. We didn't need words for this moment. For dinner I dimmed the lights in the dining room and lit some candles. Then I poured myself a whisky and put some apple juice into a wine glass for Daniel. His eyes lit up when he came in to eat and I waited on him as if he were royalty, just as I promised. As we ate, my cock was hard in my pants in anticipation of the evening ahead. "What time is the next Star Wars movie on?" Daniel asked as I was clearing away the plates. Oh, fucking hell. I had forgotten. "Uh...I was thinking of giving you that bath that I talked about. What if I videotape it and we watch it tomorrow?" "Okay, he said, grinning. I left him in the living room and went to the bathroom to fill the tub with hot water. "Get your clothes off, little prince," I said when I returned to the living room. He obeyed my command and stood up, removing his t-shirt and tracksuit pants. When he was down to his underwear I knelt next to him and took control, sliding his Superman undies over the curve of his little bottom and down to his ankles. After Daniel stepped out of them I took him in my arms and stood up, causing him to give a giggle of surprise. God, it was so nice to feel the softness of his smooth skin against me. With my hand under his little butt, I carried him to the bathroom. I was about to lower him into the steaming water when he stopped me. "Wait!" "What's wrong?" I asked. "I forgot about the banana," he said, tilting his head south. I stared at him, confused. "What do you mean?" I asked and then my finger slid up into the crack of his arse. I gasped as I felt the bottom of the plastic banana sticking out of Daniel's little hole. "Danny...what the hell...?" I said, gently putting him down onto the bath mat. "How long has that been in there?" I asked, kneeling down so that I was level with him. "Since breakfast, he said, flashing me his smile of slightly crooked teeth, looking unbelievably cute. "But...why?" I asked, incredulous. He gave a soft smile. "So I could get used to having a doodle inside me." "Oh, little man..." I said, feeling a rush of love. I pulled him to me and kissed him on the lips. I lingered there, hungry for him, then slid my tongue into his mouth, letting it slide across his own. Daniel responded well, kissing back with a sexy intensity. I know we had kissed before but he was more hesitant and exploratory last time. Now he was responding like an adult with some experience and we spent a few moments engaging in some light French kissing. After a while I pulled back, giving him a quick peck on the nose, and smiled at him. "You are so beautiful, Dan-Dan. Not just on the outside, mate. All of you." "Thank you, Woody," said Daniel, looking bashful. I got him to bend over and I carefully pulled the makeshift dildo out of his tiny little bottom. Daniel sucked in his breath, his hole stretching as the plastic banana was freed. This was long before I had ever heard of a butt-plug. But I knew stories about people getting things trapped in their arse. "Danny, don't leave it in that long again," I said, examining the fake banana. There were a few traces of poo streaking the top of it. I tossed it into the sink. "Why?" Daniel asked. "Well...it's possible that it could get stuck. And then we'd have to take you a hospital so they could get it out." "Oh," he said, looking back at me with a little grin. I examined his arse. It was a deep red colour from the banana invasion and was gaping! Not massively but it had clearly been filled with something to keep it open like that. I felt my cock throb as I stared at the once-puckered skin, marvelling as I watched the muscle of his ring try, and fail, to close up properly. "Let's get you all nice and clean," I said. For the next half an hour I sat by the side of the bath and treated Daniel like he was a god. Hand-washing his hair, being as gentle as possible, telling him how good looking he was and how lucky I was to have him as my special friend. I got him to stand up while I gave his genitals a special wash, paying extra attention to his rigid little penis. Next I got him on all fours and spent a lot of time washing his arse crack, letting my soapy fingers slide into his damaged little hole, causing him to giggle. "Your finger tickles!" Daniel said. "Wait until you feel my doodle," I responded, my voice a little husky. He moaned deeply when I slipped two fingers inside him to test out how stretched he was. The warm water must have done a good job of relaxing him because, a few minutes later, he took three of my fingers at once without complaint. After I got him out of the bath, I knelt before him and dried him off with a thick, soft towel. I took my time, telling him which body part I was touching as I moved the fabric across his bare skin, soaking up the water. "And this is your doodle," I said as I dried his crotch, being very careful not to hurt him. Once he was dry I picked him up again and carried him to my bedroom. He looked around with a look of curiosity and I remembered he'd never seen it before. When I sat him down on the mattress he looked at me and gave me a dopey grin, which encouraged me to let my hand wander to his nipple, rubbing it lightly. He was suddenly distracted by something, staring at the two glasses of whisky that were on my bedside table. Next to them was a tube of lubricant. "What's that?" Daniel asked, pointing. I picked up one of the glasses and handed it to him. "Just a little whisky, Danny. You've had some before, haven't you?" He nodded. "Yeah. With some coke. It's an adult drink." "But you like adult things. Would you like to try a little? This doesn't have coke in it. So it will be very strong." I handed him one of the glasses and he sniffed the contents, his nose wrinkling up in disgust. I sat on the mattress next to him. "Ugh," he said with a giggle, looking at me with doubt. "It smells like paint." I laughed, loving his candour. "You probably won't like the taste. Just drink it all back at once to get it over with. It will make you feel all warm inside and help you relax." Daniel gave me another doubtful look but, as always, he took my instruction and swigged back the contents of the glass. His face immediately screwed up as the hard liquor hit his taste buds. "Swallow it quickly," I advised and he did so, gasping for air and coughing for a while, his eyes watering. I took a large gulp of my own drink, feeling the heat travel down my gullet, intensifying my horniness. "That was awful!" Daniel exclaimed but he was laughing. There was something just slightly dazed about his eyes, which told me the painkiller had kicked in. "Did you enjoy going to the movies today?" I asked. "It was a bit boring. The man was good looking though," he said with a little giggle. "He was," I commented, thinking of the male lead actor. "And did you want to see him naked, young man?" I asked with a cartoonish voice, reaching over and tickling him. He responded with a loud cry of laughter, clenching into a ball to reduce the exposure sites for my invading hands. "Tell me the truth!" "Yes! Yes!" he cried. "Did you want to play a game of `Hide the sausage' with him?" "Wh...what...?" he tried to respond through hysterical laughter, while I continue to tickle his sensitive torso and under his arms. "Come on," I said as I kept up my assault. "Would you let him fuck you?" "Yes, yes!" Daniel cried out and I stopped tickling him, leaning back, both of us breathing heavily for a moment. Daniel's skin was flushed and he was smiling happily, slightly intoxicated. The alcohol had gone straight to my head and I was feeling more reckless than usual. "So, should I take my clothes off?" I asked him, grinning slyly. "Yes," said Daniel, a glint in his eye. "You want to see my cock again, don't you, Danny?" I asked as I slowly rubbed my hand over the lump in my pants. Daniel followed the movements, almost in a daze. He didn't answer. I hoped the mix of painkiller and alcohol wasn't too strong for his small body. "Yes, Daddy," Daniel finally said and smiled widely. Hearing him call me "Daddy" made me throw caution to the wind and I stood, unzipping my fly and fishing out my cock. My erection was rock hard and, as I grabbed the shaft, a drop of pre-cum oozed from the slit. I pointed the head of my dick in Daniel's direction, gently stroking it, making the opening of my knob open and close. He smiled when he saw my meat, his little body leaning closer for a better look. "Do you you want to play with Daddy's doodle again, Danny?" I asked quietly, my hand massaging the shaft as I stared at Daniel's young face. "Do you remember all the times it's been in your pretty little mouth?" Daniel nodded, his expression taking on a dreamy quality. "Yeah," he said quietly, staring at my dong, which was now glistening with pre-cum. "It's really big." "Thank you, mate," I said quietly, always thrilled to hear him praise my cock. Looking at Daniel, I was unable to believe my luck. Willing, medicated and pliable, I felt a little giddy from the possibilities ahead with him. I pulled down my trousers and underwear, throwing them off, freeing my arse and nuts. I left my t-shirt on and stepped closer to where Daniel was seated, my prick swaying about. I put a leg on either side of the boy, my groin pointed at his young face. My hand grabbed my dripping cock and brought it to his ruby-red lips. Breathing heavily, I looked down at the obscene size difference between us, my dick dwarfing his face. "Are you ready to suck Daddy's cock again?" I whispered to him, lost in a haze of hormones. He seemed to grin slightly in his delirium, which was all I needed to see before pressing the head of my meat into his face and slowly invading the nine-year-old's mouth. I felt a surge of delicious excitement and pleasure as Daniel let me cram my manhood through his young lips. They bulged around my dick, the suction tight, and his hot tongue slid along the underside of my cock, grazing the surface with the textured warmth. With my fevered enthusiasm I fed him too much and he gagged, coughing badly, his eyes watering. I pulled out for a moment, letting him catch his breath. His eyes were dazed but he was still smiling. "Keep up the good work, son," I said as I resubmitted my dick at Daniel's mouth. I pushed my way into the warmth, sighing in ecstasy as the head of my cock plunged to the rear of his throat. He seemed more relaxed this time and let me linger my knob there, luxuriating in the contractions of this throat muscles. He gagged slightly and I pulled back long enough for him to take another deep breath. It was momentary and I shoved my dick back into Daniel's mouth, taking on a gentle rhythm as he allowed me to pump him, chasing the back of his throat. "Fuck..." I sighed, my head swimming with the beautiful sensations. He was far more relaxed now and his breathing was loud and steady through his nostrils, as his face was fucked by my adult penis. I was in ecstasy as my hips pummelled forward with slow movements, enjoying the feeling of my glans inside the warm confines of his little mouth. I continued this face-fucking for a few minutes, my man cock invading the nine-year-old's mouth. He was still only able to take two thirds of my meat without choking but it still felt exquisite. He knew to make up for it by holding onto the base of my shaft with his fingers. I could have easily let this continue, his face jammed into my groin, making obscene slurping sounds while he sucked my prick. This could make me cum very soon. But, despite the lusty haze that was taking over my thought processes, I knew I must use this opportunity to finally get my meat all the way into his beautiful little arse. I reluctantly withdrew my dick from Daniel's mouth and he slumped back, breathing deeply. I looked down at him and he grinned back up at me, a dreamy look in his eyes. And I realised I would be a sinister, evil fuck to take advantage of his current medicated state. I dropped to my knees and began to kiss every part of his smooth, tiny body in a passionate frenzy. Instead of giggling, Daniel sighed while my lips moved across his nakedness, leaving small wet marks as they explored his soft, supple skin. I got to his crotch and I sucked on his hard little penis for a few minutes. Eventually I lifted my head, looking up at him. "I want to fuck you, Danny," I said, my breathing laboured. "I know," he said quietly, his face serene. Acting quickly, I climbed onto the mattress and pulled him to the centre. I reached down with one hand, grabbing his ankles, forcing his legs backwards and spreading his tender arse cheeks, revealing his hole, which was still gaping and twitching. Despite the stretching it was still no wider than a small coin and didn't look large enough to accommodate an adult cock. I was determined to satiate my dark desire and finally have my thick dick inside Daniel's tiny arse. He was so small compared to me and the excitement of penetrating such a diminutive hole was making my heart race. I could feel pre-cum dripping from my rod in anticipation. I dived in with my face, my tongue lapping at his tender ring like a man possessed. Immediately I heard Daniel's intoxicated sighs as I licked his anus for a few minutes, wetting his hole with my large tongue, trying to get as much spit into him as possible. I felt Daniel's body relax and found I was able penetrate him, swirling my tongue around inside him in a circular motion, his tangy insides clutching at my taste buds. Finally I was convinced he was ready for the next step. Hurriedly, I removed my t-shirt so that we were both completely naked. "Danny, can I fuck you?" I asked in a fevered voice. He looked at me, the same giddy grin on his face, his eyes a little glassy. He had been sighing while I rimmed him but had not spoken for some time. "Can Daddy put his dick inside you?" I asked again, almost delirious with anticipation. Daniel locked eyes with me, a tranquil expression on his face, and then gave me nod. "Say it, Son," I encouraged him. "I need to hear you say it." I reached for the KY Jelly and smeared some on Daniel's tight hole, working some just inside with the pressure of my fingers. Daniel groaned a little as I did this, his voice high. "Mmm..." he moaned. "Well, Dan-Dan? Do you want me to love you as much as possible?" I asked as I carefully lubed up my my dick, smearing it across the head and shaft. I got into position above Daniel's young frame. His small legs were pulled back against his chest, his pale arse cheeks exposed. I looked at him, on the edge of madness. "Danny? Can I fuck you?" "Yes, Woody," Daniel said. I held eye contact with him as I determinedly guided my swollen cock to his red hole, rubbing the head up and down against it, feeling the slickness increasing from the extra pre-cum that leaked from my slit. "Danny, I'm going to put my doodle in your little butt now. I'm going to fuck you properly, little man," I said breathlessly, unable to believe the moment had finally arrived. "Tell me if it hurts," I added, although I had no intention of stopping after getting to this point. I could finally take the build up no longer and began to apply pressure with my hips, pushing my cock past the tight ring of his tiny butt. Daniel moaned, his eyes open and watching me. He looked uncomfortable and a little afraid, his small ribcage rising and falling rapidly. The heat of his hot arse tube almost melted my knob, sending powerful, almost electric sensations through me. I was about to fuck Daniel's little boy-hole properly and I gave a animalistic grunt as I continued the pressure on his anus and guided more of my dick into him. I had expected Daniel to cry out but, in his slightly intoxicated state, the nine-year-old only sighed with a deep groan of discomfort as his bum was sodomised by my adult cock. As my meat invaded the insanely tight confines of his hole, the indescribable warmth of his clinging flesh was the most wonderful sensation I had ever experienced. I leaned my head back as I savoured the moment, feeling every part of my shaft massaged as it slowly moved forward. Daniel was whimpering, a single tear running down his face. His breathing was laboured but he wasn't sobbing. I leaned in and ran my tongue up the side of his cheeks, licking up his salty tear. It was mine to cherish. "You're doing so well, Daniel," I whispered, holding myself above him, inching into his hole slowly. "It feels so nice to be..." When I reached a certain point the tightness increased like a vacuum, squeezing my penis hard. "Ahh...!" I gasped as the pressure grabbed at my manhood like a warm and greasy fist. Daniel let out a deep grunt as I finally bottomed out, my balls pressed against the base of his arse crack. I paused, watching Daniel's little face tremble in pain. He looked very uncomfortable but not in agony. I looked down at the scene below me to see Daniel's tiny backside impaled on my cock and the contrast of his young hairless body against my adult one was startling. And before I could help myself I pulled my dick back, shifting my hips to a better position, and then smoothly pushed it back into him. He gasped as my knob hit the extra tight spot deep within him. My breathing was ragged as the bliss came over me, my expectations surpassed as I slowly started to screw Daniel in his tiny bottom. The little boy jolted each time that I gently thrust into him, his hands balled into fists. "Are you okay, beautiful boy?" I asked, staring down at him. He nodded, panting, watching me. He bit down on his lip with a look of determination on his face as he groaned each time I filled him up again. My brave little angel. I saw stars as I repeatedly sank my meat into his beautiful, lava-hot arsehole over and over again, his low moans barely audible above my own grunts of nihilistic pleasure. I was fucking a nine-year-old boy! My little Daniel. The sweet, obedient and kind boy that was now moaning on my bed as my meaty cock repeatedly plunged in and out of his small bum. My finger ran down the side of his face as he winced, and I gradually increased my speed of fucking, seeing how far I could push him. "This is the best feeling I've ever had, Son," I said in a horse voice as his tiny arse stretched to accommodate my dick, my body size dwarfing him. "You feel so nice, Danny," I was gasping now, our bodies slapping together as I steadily fucked him. "Yeah, do you like Daddy's doodle inside you?" I asked as I picked up the pace. "Mmm..." Daniel mumbled as he jolted with each of my inward thrusts. And then something amazing happened. His face seemed to relax, as if he was adjusting to the intrusion of my penis. I glanced down to his little rod. It was fully erect and bouncing about as my body pounded into him. "Your...doodle...is so big...Woody..." Daniel said, in between gasps for air. "I fucking love you, Danny," I said, delirious with pleasure as his little rectum squeezed and massaged my swollen cock. "My doodle loves it in your tiny little hole," I breathlessly ranted. "Is it filling you up?" "Mmm," Daniel mumbled, as if the air was being pushed out of his lungs every time I sunk my prick in to the hilt. "I...I'm so full..." he said but his voice trailed off, my assault consuming his senses. I wished he could understand how intoxicating the tight grip of his slimy channel was. Unexpectedly I felt Daniel's small hand on my nuts, the warmth of his fingers caressing the sensitive skin of my swollen scrotum. A beautiful gift. My balls responded, giving me the familiar signal, and I felt the tingling spreading throughout my groin as my orgasm approached all too soon. I wanted this sensation to last forever but it felt too fucking good to last! "Oh boy, Danny... your arse.... oh fuck.... oh fuck, mate...." I picked up speed slightly, listening to Daniel's grunts as I mercilessly slammed my dick into his hot channel, unable to believe I was fucking such a young boy. I cried out as the cum rushed up the tube of my cock and exploded inside Daniel's battered chute, flooding the scalding insides of his arsehole with my cum. "Ahh..." hissed Daniel as my girth expanded in his hole. "Oh, Danny, yes!" I gasped, lost in a daze as my meat spasmed, twitching and throbbing as spurt after spurt creamed the boy's guts. Unable to stop the chase of pleasure, I continued to pump his arse as my orgasm subsided, letting my breathing slowly return to normal. And finally I stopped moving, looking down at the prone boy beneath me, and I reluctantly pulled my cock slowly from his bum. Daniel flinched as the flared head passed his ring again, his tiny chest rising and falling. I sat back on my haunches, spent, watching in fascination as Daniel's small inflamed arse leaked with all the cum I'd deposited inside him. I collapsed beside Daniel and pulled him into a hug, almost ready to weep with happiness. We were both bathed in sweat and our skin felt slippery and sensual as I cradled him in my arms, cherishing the feel of his soft, smooth little body against mine. I kissed his lips and then rested my head against his, both of us breathing heavily as we came down from our exhausting fuck. "I love you too, Woody," said Daniel after a while, very quietly, and I hugged him even tighter against me. "I love having a secret with you," I whispered and he gave me a little grin. I kissed the end of his nose. "You did it, little mate. You took my whole doodle in your bottom." He nodded. "I know." "Are you happy we finally did it?" "Yeah," he said. "I feel like a grown up now." Later, I retrieved a cloth from the bathroom and returned to the bedroom to find Daniel asleep. I cleaned him up as well as I could, put his pyjamas back on and put him under the bed covers. I paused and sat down next to him, watching my beautiful little prince settle in to sleep. Would he be in pain tomorrow, after having my adult cock in his hole? If he was feeling too injured, would he ever let me do it again? I turned off the light in the bedroom and closed the door behind me, returning to the living room. I sat in front of the television and drank more whisky as I watched a movie in my underwear. But I wasn't really paying attention to it. My inebriated mind was reliving the experience of finally getting my entire dick into Daniel's cute little rear. A nine-year-old boy taking all my meat inside of him. My curiosity had been satiated, for sure. But it had also revealed a new level of sensation to me. And I wanted it again. Now. I couldn't stand the thought of waiting yet again for another opportunity to molest Daniel's little arse. After my third whisky, I looked at the time and briefly pondered the possibility of fucking him once more before I went to sleep. His tiny hole was still lubricated with my cum, after all. But I couldn't wake him up, could I? My cock rapidly got hard at the thought of this and I was soon making my way back to the bedroom. Daniel barely stirred as I entered the room. I closed the door behind me and turned on the bedside lamp, which illuminated the area with a dull glow. Daniel was facing away from me so did not see me as I removed my underwear once again, my dick standing rigid in front of me. I peeled back the sheets from Daniel's sleeping form and got into bed behind him. He roused slightly as I carefully pulled down his pyjama pants to expose his diminutive rear end. My hands explored the hot flesh of his shapely bum cheeks, causing the child to moan in his slumber. I got in close to Daniel and lined up my erection with his tiny bum. I spat into my hand and lathered it onto my meat as lubrication, ensuring I was well covered. As I eased forward, the head of my cock seemed to find its way and was soon pushing through the tight ring of his arsehole. Daniel seemed to wake up at this moment, groaning in discomfort. "Woody...?" he moaned, his eyes opening. "Just be a good boy for me, Danny" I said as I reintroduced my prick to his hole. He was still warm inside and wet with the cum I had blown into him earlier. Daniel's groans increased as the head and shaft of my cock were massaged exquisitely by the confines of his inflamed rectum. I moaned as I pushed my hips forward and invaded the remainder of his tight channel, not stopping until my balls reached his hole and I could fuck him no deeper. Daniel gasped audibly as I bottomed out and I quickly covered his mouth up with my hand. "Shhhh, beautiful boy," I hissed as my hips began to slowly move my aching dick in and out of his violated hole. "I just need to fuck your little arse one more time." "Mmm..." Daniel groaned as the intensity of my thrusting increased, his voice muffled by my hand over his mouth. I was back in heaven again as the warm confines of his tiny orifice stroked the sensitive skin of my manhood. Daniel grunted each time I slammed into him, my balls slapping into his own as I gradually picked up speed. "Oh, Danny," I panted as I screwed his backside for the second time that evening. "That's it, lad. Take it. Be a good boy. Yeah, take my meat in your little hole. Ah yeah, take my dick." Our sweaty bodies were slamming together now as I fucked the nine-year-old with my prick. I knew I was being too indulgent and that he would still be sore from my earlier violation. But I selfishly kept up my assault, lost in the heavenly sensation of my penis penetrating the arse of such a small child. "Take your Dad's doodle," I gasped as I leaned my head closer to him and breathed in his hair, which was now damp with sweat. "Let me fuck you like a good boy. Yeah, take my dick..." All too soon my second act was wrapping up and my hips pummelled the kid's arsehole as I lay behind him. I was enjoying the deep groan he gave on every inward thrust I made. The sound of his discomfort became the soundtrack to my every wave of pleasure in this moment. And I listened to his grunts slowly increase with intensity as I quickened my pace of fucking him. My balls were slapping against Daniel as my engorged cock slammed in and out of his backside. "Woody..." Daniel whimpered feebly as my fingers slipped from over his lips, and the sound of his voice made me explode inside him again. I gasped for breath as my meat swelled and my cum was gushing into the kid for the second time that evening. The pleasure overtook me and I could only focus on the intensity of my own orgasm. "Oh...holy fuck..." I gasped, my senses pinging as I rode the crest of my bliss, ejaculating inside my favourite little boy. My hands caressed the soft skin of his hips and arse as my breathing slowly returned to normal. A feeling of afterglow was spreading over me and I could have easily fallen asleep with my cock still lodged inside him. I had to force myself to move. I rested my head against his and kissed his hair. "Are you okay, Danny?" "Uh-huh," he whispered, sounding a little groggy and shaken. "I'm...sorry I was so rough." "It doesn't matter," he said and turned his head slightly to look at me. "I know it makes you happy." I slowly pulled my cock from his rectum, causing Daniel to flinch, and then I stroked his back, willing him to go back to sleep. I lay there for some time, continuing to massage his frame until I was sure he was properly asleep again. And then I could feel myself zoning out. I cuddled up beside him, my arm around his smooth little body, and drifted off into my dreams. The next morning Daniel understandably slept in. When I finally roused him at 8.00AM, he was drowsy and winced when he got out of bed. "Are you okay?" I asked, concerned that I had damaged him last night. He looked at me with a funny expression. "My bum hurts," he said quietly and stood, walking past me, limping slightly. After I fed him breakfast, we sat together and watched "The Empire Strikes Back" and discussed whether Daniel wanted to play with Luke or Han's doodle. "Both," was Daniel's response, making me laugh. Later, in the bathroom, I thoroughly cleaned the plastic banana and wrapped it in some cling film. I squirrelled it away at the bottom of Daniel's backpack and had a chat with him about practicing with it. "Remember what I said about not leaving it in there," I said. "Always keep your hand on the base. You don't want a trip to hospital." In the afternoon I drove Daniel home but we didn't talk much. I went to ask him a few questions but I stopped myself, ashamed of how I'd treated him to satisfy my own desires. When we arrived at his house, I put my hand on his shoulder before we got out of the car. "I'm sorry I... Are you sore?" I asked sincerely. He looked at me and managed a little smile. "A little. It's okay. You knew it would hurt." "You know I care about you, don't you, Danny?" "I know, Woody. I better go in." I watched him walk away from the car after that, disappearing inside. Shawn came out of the house shortly after that, running up to the car. "Thanks for bringing him home, Woody," Shawn said, all smiles. I could tell he'd had a few beers. "Was he any trouble?" "None at all. He's a good kid." Shawn eyed me a moment and then nodded. "Good. Good to hear. I'll see you tomorrow. Thanks again." He tapped the top of my car as a way of saying goodbye and disappeared inside his house. As I drove off I suddenly felt incredibly bad for molesting his son. He would surely kill me if he ever discovered the truth. And yet by the time I got back to my home I was already wondering when I would get the chance to drill Daniel with my cock again. To be continued...