Date: Fri, 26 Jan 2024 18:46:16 +0000 From: Dr. Williams Subject: Woody And Little Daniel 9 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 9: Woody and Daniel Play in the Sand Dunes Several weeks passed after I properly fucked nine-year-old Daniel in the arse, which was quite possibly the hottest experience of my life. The snug feeling of his rectum walls clinging to my cock still haunted me and I couldn't wait until the opportunity to screw him came again. Any guilt I may have been harbouring vanished as I blew my load deep in his tiny bottom that night. Twice. It was now early February and the school holidays were coming to an end in Australia. Shawn had taken some extra leave time to go camping with Daniel and another family, taking them to a spot known as Blackman's Beach, roughly an hour away from where I lived. Shawn invited me and my family down to join them for the Saturday night. Unbeknownst to my wife, I lied to Shawn and told him my family had other plans. But I'd be more than happy to join them. Any opportunity to be in Daniel's proximity and enjoy the pleasures of his smooth little body again. On Saturday, I arrived at Blackman's Beach shortly before lunch, dressed in shorts and a loose shirt. I could see other tents dotted around as I came onto the grounds. The spot was popular and always filled up over the summer holidays. The camping area was close to a long river section, which was a popular swimming spot. And the river eventually gave way to the ocean and Blackman's Beach itself, which was long and littered with sand dunes along the perimeter. I found Shawn's camp site a short distance from the river and he was already cooking food on a gas barbecue. As I said my "Hellos" to the other adults I looked around for Daniel but couldn't see him. I sat beside the small campfire, that was a pile of ash from the night before, and Shawn handed me a beer. "Danny here?" I asked. "He's down at the river," said one of the women. "Swimming with the other kids." "They'll be back when they're hungry," Shawn said. We were soon enjoying our beer, cooked meat and conversation under the hot summer sun. Daniel appeared sometime later, along with the other children, all carrying their beach towels. Daniel was dressed only in bathing shorts, his hair wet from swimming and his feet caked in sand and dirt, collected on his walk from the beach. It was the cutest and most vulnerable I had ever seen him look. I admired his slender figure and glistening skin, noticing the goosebumps on his arms, and remembering how exquisite his flesh felt when pressed against mine. His little face lit up when he saw me and I was flooded with a feeling of elation. If he hated me for hurting his little bum, he wasn't showing it, and was smiling as he sat with us adults, happily tucking into some food. I could not help but stare as he lifted a cooked sausage to his mouth, licking the sauce from the end before taking a bite out of it. I felt my cock twinge at this little act, remembering the feeling of his lips on my nob. He remained topless, the sun beating down onto his tanned skin as he ate and conversed with the other children. Sometime after lunch I spoke up. "Where should I pitch my tent?" Shawn was opening another beer and turned, pointing to some grass. "There's a free patch just there, next to Danny and I," said Shawn, a jovial smile on his face, seemingly enjoying the buzz from his beer. "No problem," I said and turned to look at Shawn's son. "Did you want to help me set up? "Sure," Daniel said and we moved away from everyone to unpack my tent. Kneeling on the ground as we worked, our hands occasionally bumped into each other as we struggled to get the fabric out of the small bag the tent came in. "This is tight!" I said with a little laugh and winked at him. Daniel giggled back and yanked hard at the fabric. It suddenly came free from the bag and Daniel toppled backwards onto the grass. He looked stunned for a moment and then burst out laughing. By now everyone was looking and was joining in the laughter. Daniel was half covered by the tent and I reached down to help him to his feet. The tent was soon erected and I returned to my seat. I took notice when Daniel got up and put his sandles on, admiring his arse as he bent over to do up the buckles. He grabbed his towel again and then walked away from the campsite without saying anything. His Dad didn't seem to notice and I was left to assume that the children were allowed to wander off on their own while they were camping. I opened another beer as I watched him disappear. The heat of the afternoon sun and the buzz from the beer were having an effect on me and I soon stood myself, telling the others I was going to grab a walk around the sand dunes. I stopped at my car on the way, grabbing a towel from the boot, in case I fancied a swim. While walking, I kept an eye out for Daniel, wondering where he'd gone. I knew it was dangerous to risk molesting him in broad daylight, with his father in the vicinity. But I been constantly thinking about him since that last night at my house. I often had a wank to the memory of having my dick encased in his tight little rectum and wanted to repeat the experience, or possibly get my cock back into his mouth. Hell, even one of his blissful hand-jobs would satisfy me. I finally found Daniel swimming alone in the river. He saw me and watched as I dropped my towel next to the water and stood, glancing around. Other children and adults were using the river downstream but were not close to our position. I waved at Daniel and he waved back, smiling, squinting in the sunlight, taking my breath away. Full of energy, Daniel dived under the water, disappearing for a short while, then emerged with a splash, gasping for air. I gazed at his hairless body as he moved closer to my position, the water dancing across his flesh and reflecting the sun. With his dark hair flattened against his skull, Daniel's deep blue eyes looked huge as he stopped, grinning at me from the water. "Are you coming in, Woody?" he called out. "The water's nice." "Why not," I said and began to undress, dropping my clothes on the towel until I was standing in just my underwear. I could see Daniel's eyes running over my body as I moved and I felt flattered by the look of admiration he was giving me. I gingerly stepped into the water, which was cooler than I expected. "Ooh!" I said, flinching from the temperature, goosebumps spreading across my skin. "You lied!" I said, glaring at him with a smile. "Come on!" said Daniel and dived under the water again, swimming off. I saw him reappear further away, which inspired me to move and accept the challenge. I moved further into the cool water, until I was deep enough and then dropped, submerging myself and breaking into a swim. "Far out!" I said, laughing as my torso reacted to the temperature difference. I moved towards Daniel, who was giggling at my reactions. "It's cold!" "You have to move more," he said and then splashed the water at me as I approached, drenching my hair and face. "Hey!" I said and was soon next to him. "I'll get you moving!" The boy gasped as I grabbed him playfully, tickling the side of his torso and trying to get under his arms. Daniel burst into a fit of giggles, as I hoped he would, thrashing about in the water as he fought against me. "Woody!" he said, his high-pitched voice ringing out, and I dropped my position, my arms now beneath the water as I took hold of Daniel's slender hips. The proximity of his young frame was having an effect on me and I pulled him against me, feeling his flesh next to mine. "Help me warm up!" I said and Daniel stopped his thrashing, smiling. I looked around briefly. No one seemed to be paying an attention to us. From a distance we probably looked like just another father and son, playing in the water. Daniel put his hands on my shoulders and held his position in front of me, the two of us face to face, bobbing up and down in the water. My hands moved from his hips, sliding down to cup his tiny bum and support him. It would be so easy to kiss his little neck from this position. "How is your bottom, Dan-Dan?" I asked. "After...last time." A moment passed and then Daniel eventually said, "It was sore. For ages." I nodded. "Yeah, I'm sorry, mate. It usually does feel that way the first time you take it properly." Under the water I rubbed his arse tenderly. "Why does it have to hurt so much?" Daniel asked, looking confused. "Well, that's a good question. Uh, well... your bottom... like, I mean your hole, is a muscle. And it's designed to close tight and keep everything in." "Like my poo?" Daniel asked and giggled, his eyes shining. I laughed with him, enchanted with his candour, as always. "Exactly. But when you have a poo, that muscle relaxes to let it out. Have you ever done a really big one?" He laughed. "Yes! One time it was too big to flush." "Well there, you see. So your bottom muscle can stretch when you're relaxed in the right way. It takes practice being relaxed. So... I'm not explaining this very well, am I?" "But it gets better?" "It does, with time," I said. "I promise. People wouldn't do it otherwise, would they?" Daniel cocked his head. "I guess not. That's why I've been practising with the banana." I felt my heart skip a beat. "Have you now?" He nodded. "I didn't like it, at first. But I'm getting used to it." I licked my lips. "Does it...make your doodle hard?" "Yeah. Sometimes." The moment stretched out between us, submerged in the river water, the sun shining down on our bodies. "How's your bottom feeling now?" I asked quietly, my fingers caressing the outer curve of his little arse. "Kind of itchy," he said, giving a little shrug, making me laugh a little. "Does it need scratching?" I asked and Daniel slowly gave me a beautiful, sly smile. He didn't speak, staring at me. "Well?" "Can you feel that?" Daniel asked suddenly. I was momentarily confused and then I felt small traces of heat near my groin. I looked down at the water and then back up at the nine-year-old, realising he was pissing on me. He burst into more giggles as I gave him a look of mock-outrage. "You little scamp!" I said with a smile and pulled him against me, making a growling sound. "You'll pay for that." "How?" Daniel asked and we both paused, staring at each other. I remembered Daniel telling me that he would sometimes try and make his friend, Luke, angry, so he would be "forced" to suck the boy's cock as punishment. I could see in Daniel's eyes that he was doing the same with me, looking to get a reaction, and more. "Do you want to be punished?" I asked, my hands massaging his tiny bum. I felt Daniel's small fingers slide from my shoulders and down to my nipples, pinching them slightly. They were already rigid from the cold of the water so this little movement sent delightful ripples through me. "Maybe," said the nine-year-old with a grin. We soon got out of the water and wrapped our towels around our waist as we strolled casually down the river, towards the beach area. "Where are you taking me?" I asked, reaching out to ruffle Daniel's wet hair, his dark tresses beginning to curl in the heat. "Somewhere you can punish me," Daniel said, pointing towards the array of sand dunes that lined the beach. I felt my heart begin to race as we moved towards the dunes, excited that Daniel was leading the way, inviting me to use his little body again. The cold of the water had kept my erection at bay previously but I could feel myself chubbing up again. Daniel led me further into the sand dunes until we came to a secluded little clearing, which was surrounded by high bushes and unable to be seen from the other dunes. The ground was a mixture of sand pockets and soft native grass. "I found this place yesterday." "It's great," I remarked, looking around. "Very private." I took the towel from my waist and laid it on the ground, sitting down to make myself comfortable. My dick was already half filled with blood in anticipation of Daniel getting his hands on it. I patted the space next to me, encouraging him to take a seat. He eventually did, after throwing aside his towel, his naked torso and bare legs tantalisingly close to me. I reached up and ran my fingers down his arm, smiling warmly. He was almost completely dry now and his skin felt smooth and soft beneath my touch, making my cock throb. It was now fully erect and straining against the fabric of my underwear. "You're a very sexy boy, Danny. Do you know that?" He blushed. "No, I'm not." "You most certainly are," I said, cupping the side of his face. "I miss you all the time, little man. I miss you touching my doodle and making me feel good." He looked down between my legs, grinning. I put my hand over my crotch and rubbed the outline of my cock lewdly, smiling at him. "I like your doodle," he said. "I know you do, Dan-Dan. That's another thing that makes you so sexy, mate. Does your dick want to get out in the open? `Coz mine does." "You first," he said to me and I complied, turned on by a child telling me to remove my clothes. I pulled down my underwear, taking them off completely and then sat back, feeling my bare arse on the rough beach towel. My inflated dick was pointed towards my belly-button, enjoying the heat of the sun and Daniel's wondrous gaze. "Are you always hard?" the boy asked, smiling. I laughed. "Yes, when I'm around you," I said and reached out to stroke his arm again. "You make me excited. Now I want to see you naked as well." He nodded and began to peel off his swim trunks. I was immediately greeted to the sight of his taut, rounded little backside and hairless genitals. I grabbed the shaft of my manhood, gently squeezed it, making the head bulge slightly. I was putting on a show for him and I took glee in seeing the look of fascination in his dark blue eyes. "Come on, Danny," I said in a warm voice. "I need you to touch my cock." Even though Daniel usually used the word 'doodle', I knew that an adult word like 'cock' made him feel naughty and grown up. "Is this my punishment?" he asked, his voice taking on a timid quality. "You bet it is," I said. "You're gonna pay for pissing on me." He smiled and his hand reach towards me. I sucked in my breath as his warm little fingers encircled my girth and he gave the shaft a firm squeeze. His hand moved lightly up and down my meat, the edge of his index finger just brushing the flared head, sending delightful jolts of pleasure through me. "Oh, Danny, I've missed you touching my dick," I hissed, caught up in the lovely sensation of his small hand on my equipment. I could sit here and enjoy this for hours but was conscious that there were people waiting for us back at the camp site and we shouldn't be away too long. "Do you think you could give it a kiss?" I asked. "Sure," said Daniel and leaned in, planting a sloppy kiss on the head of my inflamed cock. While his head was so close to my knob, I reached up and grabbed it, holding him in position as my fingers worked through his dark hair. "Now lick it, boy," I said, the heat of the day and the novelty of playing out in the open getting to me. I watched as Daniel's mouth opened and his tongue began to lick over my meat, making me twitch with excitement. "Oh man, that feels incredible," I praised, leaning my head back as the nine-year-old lapped at my dick. "You're such a good boy." I let my free hand roam over his bare shoulders, enjoying his soft and hairless skin. Without me needing to ask, Daniel then opened his mouth wide and swallowed my cock, taking it deep into his throat. "Oh, Danny...that is beautiful!" I said, gasping through shallow breaths. He sucked on my meat with enthusiasm, going as far down as he could, without choking, and working his way back up again, his tongue moving to lovingly graze my sensitive glans as he did so. "Mmm...mmm..." Daniel mumbled as I pressed down on his head, watching with fascination as the girth of my prick disappeared into his tiny little mouth. "Fuck," I said, enjoying the heaven of this young boy sucking on my member. "You are so good at that." I couldn't believe how lucky I was. I didn't deserve this, after everything I'd done to him. But here he was, slobbering over my knob again. And seemingly loving it. If only Shawn could see us. In a fantasy jerk-off scenario I enjoyed, he would want to join in as I molested his only child. I often dreamed that Shawn would watch in horror as I fed my engorged dick into Daniel's tiny arse. His manhood would get hard and he would rip open his pants, presenting it to his son to suck. Now I watched in fascination as Daniel took my penis deep into his throat, holding it there as long as possible before pulling back, grabbing a breath through his nose, and then plunging back down again. Would he be able to take his father so deep in his mouth? "You've been practicing, Daniel," I said, noting that his technique seemed to have improved. "You are doing that so well." Daniel briefly took his mouth off my dick. "I've been using the banana," he said before sucking my knob again. I smiled at him, imagining the boy swallowing the plastic fruit down his throat to practice giving head to an adult man. What a titillating image. "It's paid off," I managed to say. I began to gently thrust, lifting my my hips and slowly fucking the boy's face. Sensations rippled through me as I felt my meat sucked into the wet warmth of the nine-year-old's mouth. Each time I plunged towards the back of his throat, I heard him gag and felt the muscles there contract around my knob. To his credit, Daniel let me keep up the assault, the tempo of my thrusts increasing as I edged closer to orgasm. Daniel made a sharp snorting noise each time I allowed him to breathe. I looked down at him, marvelling at the size difference between us, watching my adult groin pound into his tiny young face. His skin was flushed a deep red and his eyes were watering as he concentrated, fighting for air as I screwed his skull. "Aww... Daniel, that is...oh..." I said, gasping, my whole body aflame with sensations. "Th... that is so good...oh mate. M..." My words drifted off as my breathing became rapid, my heartbeat accelerating. The muscles of my groin contracted, my moaning increasing as the pressure built and overtook me. I cried out in ecstasy as my cock began to unload cum into Daniel's little mouth. I heard his gagging sounds increase as my seed hit the rear of his throat and I held the back of his head, groaning as my manhood throbbed and twitched inside him. I let my head hang back and closed my eyes as the power of my orgasm rattled me, my chest heaving as I gasped for air. Gradually the euphoria edged away and I was able to breathe again. I eventually slowed my thrusts before stopping completely, letting Daniel nurse my reddened dick in his tired mouth. He had stopped sucking, almost like he knew I got sensitive after blowing a load, but continued to hold me between his lips. "Yeah..." I whispered, massaging the back of his head with my hands. "Just keep it in your mouth, mate." I slowly felt my breathing return to normal, enjoying the tickling sensations of Daniel's tongue on the underside of my sensitive cock. "Thank you, thank you.. thank you.." I said, ruffling his hair. "That felt so nice. You are...so good to me." I felt Daniel pull away from my cock and he lifted his head. "I like it when you get...naughty." "How do you mean?" "When you get the good feeling," he said, grinning. "You get all...funny. Like an animal. You make lots of noise." I laughed a little. "I guess I do. I'm glad you like it." "I means you're having fun." "Uh-huh. I sure am." I paused, feeling my bladder throb a little. "I need a piss," I said. Daniel's eyes lit up with an expression I recognised as his 'naughty' look. "Could you...?" "What?" "Could you do a wee on me?" "On you?" I asked, breaking into a sly grin. He nodded. "I can go for another swim to clean off." I held his gaze and he stared at me, his forehead creasing as he waited for a response. I finally nodded. He looked around and then got up, moving to a patch of the flattened grass. He rested his naked bottom on the ground, facing me, spreading his legs and presenting his tiny frame for me. I got to my feet, huffing slightly from the effort, and stood above him, looking down at his diminutive form. "Are you sure, Danny?" I asked, taking hold of my semi-hard cock and aiming it in his direction. "Yeah, Woody," he said. The words were barely out of his mouth before the first spray of my piss hit him on his chest. The beer had managed to work its way through me and I was going to deposit it all over the nine-year-old's body. "Ah!" Daniel yelped, making little cries of surprise as my waste sprayed across his torso, covering his soft, tanned skin with the pale yellow liquid. Oh, God, this felt so deliciously wrong. "Aw, fuck!" I hissed and saw Daniel open his mouth. I moved the direction of my hose and began to piss right on his face. Daniel stiffened, remaining still and closing his eyes as my urine defiled him. He held out his tongue as it splashed into his mouth, swallowing what he could, as if he were a hungry dog. I enjoyed the perverted straining sounds he made as he gulped down my piss and his body was marked with my waste, holding his spot, allowing me to finish. Once my bladder was drained I stood over him, staring down at his fragile wet tangle of limbs, now covered with my piss. Daniel eyes opened and he panted. He smiled at me, his lips puffy and red from the blow-job he'd given me, almost matching the colour of his flushed skin. I dropped to my knees in front of him and scooped him up into an embrace, stroking his naked back and running my fingers through his wet hair. His saturated body pressed against me, feeling wonderfully erotic. "Thank you, mate. Thank you so much. You did such a good job." I was so grateful to him for letting me use him that I buried my head into the nape of his neck, kissing his soft skin, tasting the tang of his boy-sweat and my own pee. I continued to run my lips all over him, wishing I had longer to explore his smooth little frame. "Did you like being my toilet?" I asked quietly, our heads resting close together. He nodded. "Yes." "Mate, I love you so much. I think we both better have another swim before we go back to the camp." "Okay," said Daniel, pulling back. He put on his swimming shorts and I pulled on my underwear. As Daniel went to leave I grabbed his arm and smiled at him. "Will you come and visit me tonight?" Daniel's eyes bulged. "In your tent?" he asked and I nodded. "I'll try. Will you have clothes on, Woody?" "No," I said, winking at him. "Neither will I," the boy replied, showing me his crooked smile. "You're the best," I said and then kissed the top of his head. Daniel grinned and then walked ahead of me, disappearing through the trees. I waited a moment and then followed him out. As I came out of the clearing I could see Daniel further ahead, heading back towards the beach. I went to follow him and stopped abruptly. A man caught my attention, standing not far from me, partially hidden by a bush. A tremor of fear ran through me. How long had he been lurking around? He was a little older than me and taller, dressed in dark sorts and a tank top, which revealed his tanned arms and legs. He had dirty blonde hair, flecked with grey, and was quite good looking, with a neat nose and generous lips. He wore a short beard, slightly longer than stubble, and stared at me with intense, blue eyes, smiling a little. I moved towards him, curious. Once I saw past the branches of the bush I realised he was pulling on his dick. His pants were open and his cock was uncut, solid and handsome, between six and seven inches long. He didn't make a move to put his penis away as I got closer. We stared at each other a moment. "That your boy?" he asked, his head motioning towards Daniel's figure in the distance. He had a British accent. I nodded, stunned. I waited a moment for a response. What was he going to do? He was stroking his dick so he wasn't about to report me to the police. "How old is he?" I struggled to find my voice. "Seven," I finally croaked and then turned, walking away from him. I felt a trickle of sweat run down my torso as I moved, my heart pounding from the encounter. Had he seen Daniel suck my cock? Had he watched as I defiled the boy and pissed all over his body? I returned to the river, where Daniel was already in the water, splashing about. I joined him and cleaned myself off, still troubled by the encounter with the British stranger. The rest of the evening went fast. I was handed more beers as we ate dinner and several hours later I was feeling quite light headed from the alcohol. As the evening wore on the children were sent to bed and I watched Daniel as he disappeared inside his tent for the night. He looked back at me at the last moment and winked, smiling brightly. This small act filled me with joy and I glanced at my watch, wondering how long I would have to wait. At this time the encounter with the man in the sand dunes was far from my mind. I excused myself around 11.00PM and went to bed. Within half an hour everyone had retired for the night and the camp site lapsed into silence, except for the crackling of the dying fire. I lay on top of my opened sleeping bag, completely naked, listening carefully for any sounds of movement. I had brought along a tube of KY Jelly and left it next to me. As the time passed my eyes became heavier and I began to drift off to sleep. Sometime after midnight I jolted awake as I heard the zipper of my tent. I sat up and in the darkness I saw Daniel crawling inside, naked, just as he'd promised. Despite the poor light I was delighted by the sight of his hairless little body. "Very nice," I whispered as he closed the tent and moved over to me on his hands and knees. I could see him smile in the gloom. I had a torch nearby but I didn't want our silhouettes to be visible from the outside. Not with what I had planned. "I had to wait until Daddy went to sleep," he said as he settled next to me. I reached out and touched his body in the dark, my hand running over the smoothness of his small frame. My dick immediately responded to the feel of his bare flesh, filling with blood and hardening. "Oh, I do," I said and laughed a little. "That's my favourite outfit of yours." Daniel giggled softly and leaned into me, resting his head on my chest, his warm breath teasing the skin there. My cock was fully hard now and I turned slightly, pushing it into him as we embraced. Daniel responded with a sigh, his little tongue licking the skin near one of my nipples. "I love being with you," I said under my breath as my hands explored his body, finally resting on his arse. "Me too," Daniel responded, mostly muffled by the skin of my chest. I felt his little hand take hold of my dick, squeezing it and making me sigh. I couldn't see his expression but I heard him take in a sharp breath when my finger snaked in between his cheeks and pressed against his hole, rubbing it slightly. "Is your bottom still itchy?" I asked. "Uh-huh." My finger made circular motions around Daniel's puckered anus. "Is this helping to scratch it? Huh?" "Mmm," he mumbled. Our voices were barely above a whisper in the cramped environment and this added to the excitement. The need for secrecy, and knowing Daniel's father was only metres away, was making me extra horny. I pushed against his hole with my finger, dry, and he tensed, staring at me in the gloom. I rotated my digit in his ring with tiny movements, just enough to stimulate the area. "I love your little hole, mate," I said. Daniel pulled back and looked at me, grinning. I turned, grabbing the KY Jelly, and squeezed a glob onto my finger. I returned it to Daniel's hole and began to gently massage it into him, going deeper his time. "It's cold!" he complained, shivering slightly, leaning his head into me again. His hand was still slowly jerking my cock, causing pre-cum to erupt. "You'll warm it up," I told him. "Do you think you could help keep my cock warm as well? Like you did this afternoon?" "With my mouth?" I shook my head. "Not your mouth this time, mate. I really want to fuck your little bottom again." "Will it hurt again?" "Probably, a little. Have you been using the banana in your hole for practice?" "A couple of times." "Good lad. Can you we try again, please, mate?" I asked. As I had already cum earlier in the day I was hoping I'd be able to make the experience of fucking him last longer this time. He finally nodded and let go of my dick, giggling as it slapped back against my hairy stomach with a thud. I was thrilled that he was willing to be fucked again. Daniel watched in the darkness as I coated my meat with lubricant, making it slick for his hole. I considered a moment, then said, "Why don't you climb onto my stomach and you can sit on my dick? That way you can have control and go as slow or as fast as you like." Daniel nodded and shifted his position, getting onto his knees and straddling my torso, facing me. His hairless little dick was hard and I watched as Daniel got into position, sitting on my stomach, his hands balancing themselves on my hairy chest. I reached around to grab my lubricated cock and then manoeuvred myself so that I was sitting right under Daniel's tiny arse cheeks. When I felt the soft shape of his arse crack, I wedged the head of my dick there and let go, titillated at the feeling of my greasy knob against the hot ring of a nine-year-old boy. "Okay, mate," I said. "You can probably feel my doodle. When you're ready, why don't you sit back on it and see how much you can take in?" Daniel nodded. "Okay, Woody," he said and paused a moment, the small tent loud with the sound of our breathing. In the darkness I watched his face carefully as he reached back and took hold of my slippery cock, feeling it's girth, the head of my prick at his entrance. "Push out, as if you're going to have a poo," I said. "That's meant to help. That's part of the relaxing that we spoke about." Concentrating hard, Daniel leaned back, pushing his backside against my knob. For a moment I was captured by the taboo sight of a child his age being violated by such a large adult dick. I saw stars as the head of my cock pushed open his tight ring and slowly entered his hot little hole. Daniel, paused, wincing. "I'm bigger than the banana, aren't I?" I asked as he whimpered, sucking in his breath. "Mmm..." was all Daniel could managed. Was he going to back out? I soon felt him pushing back, his face contorting as a little more of my meat slid into him, his breathing hard. "It hurts," he moaned, now almost hovering in mid-air, my dick being the only thing holding him up. I was afraid he was going to give up and I placed my hands on his little hips to hold him in place. "Just breathe deeply, Danny," I said. "You don't have to put it all in. Just as much as you can take." Daniel remained in position, looking doubtful. I was still a little drunk from the beer and I was so tempted to just take control and slam him down onto my cock. But then I finally felt Daniel push himself backwards, a determined look on his face, his bum cheeks sliding south as my manhood navigated further into his arse. I let out a long sigh as over half my dick was slowly encased in the warmth of his boy-hole. "That's... great, Dan-Dan," I said once he reached this milestone, my breath taken away as I was reintroduced to the heat of his arse. I leaned up slightly, kissing him on the cheeks and listening. There were no tears on his face but I could hear him whimpering slightly. "Just breathe, mate," I said, moving my mouth close to his ear so I could whisper into it. "You're making me feel so good, Danny. I'm so lucky that you're my boy. You're mine. Who's are you?" "I'm...yours," Daniel said, stammering as he concentrated. "When you're ready, you just move yourself up and down on it. You be in control." Daniel nodded and I leaned back, watching him as he panted. After a while, and once his breathing was settled, he began to move his bum, rising until just the head of my dick was inside of him. And then he rested back down again, my cock sinking back into him. He began a gentle rocking motion and I full reclined, in heaven as the nine-year-old boy repeatedly sat on my erection. Sure, I would have liked more control over the situation. I'd have loved nothing more than to flip the boy over and ram my meat inside him until I was balls-deep. But I was grateful that he was willing to do it again and extra pleased this was happening without the assistance of pain killers or alcohol. Over the next few minutes I gently screwed his tiny bottom, listening to the muffled groans he made as my aching dick stretched out his hot little hole. He was too small for me to reach the top of his head and kiss him. My hands moved to his slender hips and grabbed them, pulling down as I gently moved my groin up to meet his hole, trying to increase his intake slowly. He was moaning with each downward push and beginning to move a little faster, causing my hips to change their rhythm. Daniel fell forward a little and I reached up to embrace him, pulling him against my chest. With the feeling of his smooth flesh pressed into mine, I began to thrust into him with increased vigour. "Ooh...ooh..." Daniel moaned, his head falling against my chest, where it bounced in time with my strokes. "Oh, Danny, I love your little shit-hole so much," I said, the sensation of him bouncing on my dick bringing me to the brink of orgasm, all too quickly. The feeling of his tight arse muscle sliding up and down my sensitive rod soon became too much. "I'm going to blow soon, mate," I said between my gasps for air. "Oh, Dan-Dan..." Possibly encouraged by my reactions, Daniel pushed himself down harder. I saw his face contort with pain as more of my dick slid up his tight little rectum, his arse cheeks almost meeting my balls. He paused in this position, his skin flushed red from exertion. Unable to stop myself, I used my hips to pull my penis back and then thrust it back in again. Daniel grunted as I did this. "Urgh..." he said, wincing. Did he want to stop? I was not going to ask, unwilling to dial back the momentum. I repeated this upward thrust again and again, feeling my balls churn as his tight chute massaged my swollen meat. "Oh, Danny, that's so good...oh, fuck. I'm close... I...I..." I lifted myself to a sitting position, cradling Daniel in my arms. I grabbed his arse and began to methodically slide my cock in and out of him. The top of my head was touching the ceiling of the tent and sweat was now beading on my skin. Our heads closer together, I was able to hear his ragged little boy breaths as I screwed him. "Ah," Daniel said, almost hissing, as I got closer and closer, responding to my thrusts, moving his arse back to meet them. I was delighted that he was getting control of his rhythm and soon we were matching each other's movements, my balls almost slapping against the base of his bum. "Fuck, boy," I managed to say between gasps, as my orgasm began. My groin muscles throbbed as the sweeping pleasure overtook me. In a delirium, I was taken to another world as I felt my cock explode, blowing my load into Daniel's perfect little arse. The young boy moaned as my erection swelled within him, panting furiously at the pressure he must have been feeling. I fought to suppress my moans, not wanting to wake the others. Waves of ecstasy overwhelmed my senses as my dick finished coating the inside of Daniel's rectum. "Oh Christ..." I hissed, overcome with euphoria, my arms crushing him against me to feel the softness of the nine-year-old's body. After I finished shooting I continued to softly thrust upwards into Daniel, making sure I took every measure of satisfaction available. As my orgasm subsided I lay back on the sleeping bag, exhausted, panting as my breathing gradually returned to normal. Daniel leaned forward again, resting himself on my torso, his small face pressed into my sweat-covered chest. My hands came up and rested on his back, enjoying the warm afterglow of the moment with my little friend. "Thank you so much," I whispered to him and gently leaned forward to kiss his head, my lips pausing on his forehead, lingering on the damp softness of his skin. He nodded, his body limp against me. We held this position for a while, our chests rising and falling against each other. My dick was still hard inside his arse. After a few minutes of laying like this I realised then that I needed to take a piss. "Daniel," I said and kissed his head again. "I need to go take a leak." "Can you just do it in my bottom?" Daniel asked quietly. I fought the urge to laugh aloud. "It could make a mess, mate." "You can another time, if you want," said Daniel eventually, which caught me by surprise. I stroked his hair, smiling at him in the gloom. "Thank you, mate," I said. Reluctantly I pulled my cock from the nine-year-old's arse and he moved to sit next to me on the sleeping bag. I grabbed a towel from my luggage and began the process of cleaning us both up. "Did I hurt you?" I asked as I wiped around the surface and perimeter of his anus. I couldn't see it well and was hoping my efforts were thorough enough. "Yes," said Daniel. "But it wasn't as bad." "Has your bottom stopped itching?" I could make out his smile in the dark. "Yes." Minutes later I sent Daniel back to his own tent, concerned that Shawn might wake and notice his son was missing. As soon as he left I got up to empty my bladder in some nearby bushes. I quickly returned to the tent and lay there, replaying today's events in my mind. Once again Daniel had submitted his mouth and arse to me, pleasing my body. As I drifted off to sleep, my dick became hard again as I thought about the nine-year-old. I was so captured by the fact that he loved cock. I knew it from the moment he laid eyes on my meat, from the expression and wonder on his face, that he was fascinated with adult dick. And what had started as fun with his friend, Luke, was now becoming a life-long obsession with "doodle". And I was lucky enough to be the man guiding him through that journey. I couldn't wait to see what tomorrow would bring. To be continued...