Date: Fri, 7 Jun 2019 02:36:31 -0400
From: slammycockinyourass85@gmail.com
Subject: Little Timmy's Long Day - Chapter 1

It's been a very long time since I wrote this kind of story. My last story
was "Slutty Little Boy" and you can find it here on Nifty in the Gay Incest
archive from October 2012. Let me know what you think of this new one. I'm
thinking it's going to be three or four chapters, maybe more.

The following is a work of complete fiction and fantasy involving sex and
incest between a nine year old boy and adult men. Any coincidences to
anyone living or dead are purely coincidental and unintentional. The author
owns all the rights to the following work. Do not steal this work or use
this work without the author's permission. You must be of legal age to view
the following sexually explicit work.

Email: slammycockinyourass85@gmail.com



Little Timmy's Long Day

Chapter 1

"AH! Dad, please! UHN! I'm gonna be late UH! for school! AH! OOF!" little
Timmy said from beneath his father's relentlessly gyrating body.

"OH! We'll leave AH! when I'm done. OH! UH! Almost there, son! UNF!"
Timmy's father Nathan replied while continuing to thrust into his little
boy.

It was somewhat uncommon for Nathan to fuck his short 9-year-old son on the
couch before school. He had already fucked little Timmy earlier. He always
fucked his son first thing every morning without fail. Usually in the
morning before school, the third-grader would wake up in his bed to his
father manhandling him and either using his son's soft and tender mouth or
his soft and tight bubble butt to get off, sometimes even both. After that,
Timmy would get ready for school, hoping his dad wouldn't want to fuck him
again and make him late. On the present morning after Timmy was ready and
had headed into the living room, his father grabbed him by his small
shoulders, pushed him onto the couch, flipped him onto his back with his
small head resting against the arm of the couch, and pulled his son's pants
and underwear to his little ankles. Nathan had quickly undid his belt,
pulled his khaki pants and boxers down to his thighs, lubed up his seven
and a half inch cock, pushed his son's legs forward, entered him only
somewhat carefully, and immediately started humping his little boy.

Little Timmy was practically bent in half between the arm of the couch and
his father's frantically thrusting body. The sound of wet slapping, the
couch creaking, and grunts filled the living room. Timmy's small feet
bounced against his father's chest. Nathan then pushed his son's legs
forward until his little ankles were almost by his head. The uncomfortable
position and his tight hole being pummeled caused Timmy to feel an odd mix
of discomfort and pleasure. The little boy hoped his father wouldn't mess
up his school uniform by shooting cum all over his clean clothes. Timmy was
also still wearing his backpack and its zippers jingled underneath him with
the force of his father's hard fucking. Nathan's large hands were clutching
the arm of the couch by the sides of Timmy's small head as he laid into his
son. He was humping so hard, it caused the little boy's body to bounce
against the couch turbulently.

Little Timmy didn't hate getting fucked by his father, as things had
started nearly two years ago and he was used to it by now. He didn't mind
seeing his father's handsome face contort in pleasure and lust. Timmy was
more just annoyed at how often and how rough he was now fucked on a daily
basis, but he always submitted because he knew there was no use fighting it
and he might as well try to enjoy it. His father, who was in his
mid-forties, in decent shape, and somehow always horny, couldn't help
himself whenever he saw his young son's beautiful, innocent face. On this
particular morning when he saw little Timmy enter the living room all ready
for school, his brown hair neatly done, his school uniform impeccable, his
little red backpack on, his sweet little face beaming, that he decided he
just had to hammer his little boy's perfect bubble butt one more time
before they left.

Timmy's battered little hole felt like it was on fire as his father's cock
quickly slid in and out at a consistently brutal pace, but the little boy
also felt a tingling sensation deep inside his stretched hole that was
oddly pleasurable and it made the unexpected rough fucking worth it. Timmy
tried to remain focused.

"AH! Dad! AH! Plea-! UH! Hurry, Da-! UHN! AH! School! UNF! I have UH!
scho-! AH!" Timmy begged as best he could, given that his father was not
holding back in his torrential pounding and Timmy could barely form the
words as many sensations ravaged his small frame.

Nathan tried to ease his little boy's anxiety. "Okay! OH! UH! UH! Don't
worry, kiddo! OH! Oh fuck! UH! It's coming! UH! UH! UH! UH! UH! OOOOHHH!"
And with that, Nathan unleashed his second load of the morning up into his
young son, coating his insides. His twitching and squirting cock was
planted firmly and deeply into his son's tight orifice. His moan was long,
loud, and powerful, and always startled little Timmy no matter how many
times he had heard his father utter the noise.

Little Timmy, exhausted from the hard and quick fuck, felt even more
annoyed as his father, still lodged deep inside him, began to lay on top
him. Nathan's head hung over the arm of the couch as he panted, also
exhausted from the physical exertion that lead to intense pleasure. Sweat
had began to mat his dark black hair to his forehead. Timmy was helpless
under the full weight of father and surrendered, allowing his father to
continue delaying school in order to recover from his thunderous orgasm.
After a moment, Nathan finally sighed and told his son, "Okay, kiddo. We
can get going now."

"Let me go clean up real quick," Timmy replied. Nathan slide his cock out
of his young son's little hole and Timmy shimmed his way from off the couch
to the bathroom, his pants and underwear still around his ankles.

Five minutes later, they were on their way to school. When they got there,
Nathan ushered his son to the front desk. The receptionist looked up from
his computer.

"Good morning, Principal Stephens," the receptionist said.

"Good morning, Paul. Timmy here didn't feel too well this morning so we
waited until he felt all better," Nathan said.

"Got it," Paul replied, typing into the computer. Nathan gave his young son
a warm smile.

"Have a great day, Timmy. Be good," he said. Little Timmy gave a
half-hearted smile back to his father. The boy knew what "be good" really
meant and it was going to be exhausting.

Little Timmy left the front desk as he father went into his principal's
office. He started down the hallway toward his class when he saw a figure
turn the corner by the drinking fountains.

It was Phil, the school janitor, who was somewhere in his thirties. Little
Timmy found him kind of scary, with his shaved head, thick beard, muscles,
tattoos, and serious demeanor. But most of all, what made Timmy nervous was
how intense Phil was when he fucked him.

Phil stopped dead in his tracks and looked down at little Timmy's sweet
face. "Well, hey there, kid! What are you doing out of class?" he asked the
boy as he practically started salivating and his cock began to stir in his
pants.

"I was late today," little Timmy replied meekly to the towering,
broad-shouldered man.

Phil made his decision then and there. "Why don't we have some fun a little
earlier than usual today? It'll be quick!" Phil usually fucked Timmy during
the lunch period after the boy was done with his meal. The janitor's office
was always empty then.

"I really need to get to class!" little Timmy protested, but Phil had
already grabbed his arm and was leading him to the nearest janitor's closet.

"Come on. You're already late, so it'll be fine," he grunted at the little
boy, getting harder by the second. Once inside the closet, Phil locked the
door, got Timmy to kneel in front of him, and started undoing the dark blue
pants of his janitor's uniform. His hard seven inch dick flopped into
little Timmy's face. "Just suck it real quick for now. I'll fuck your sweet
little butt later at lunch like usual."

Little Timmy gulped. He was slightly relieved he wouldn't have to take a
frenzied pounding from the janitor, but he also knew how much Phil liked to
face fuck him. With some reserve, Timmy leaned forward and took Phil's cock
into his mouth. "Oh fuck, your mouth is so soft," Phil muttered as Timmy's
head began to bob up and down on his stiff erection. "Yeah, that's good.
Fuck yeah. You got it. That's it."

Little Timmy was trying to swallow as much of the cock as possible, hoping
it would be enough to please Phil. "We gotta hurry with this," Phil
informed the nine year old that was sucking his cock diligently. With that,
he grabbed the sides of Timmy's small head with his large hands and began
to face fuck the little boy. Timmy gagged and grabbed the man's thrusting
muscular hips for stability. Drool was dripping down Timmy's chin and
Phil's hairy, hefty balls. The zipper of Timmy's backpack jingled. Wet
sucking noises filled the small janitor's closet. "Fuck. Suck my cock.
Yeah, suck it, kid. Shit, that's good," Phil commented as he mercilessly
fucked Timmy's mouth. The little boy's face was being smashed into Phil's
pelvis repeatedly, and most annoyingly, a button near the bottom of Phil's
janitor's shirt kept hitting him in the eye. It also annoyed Timmy how
Phil's pubic hair would tickle his face.

After what seemed like a long time to little Timmy, but was actually only a
couple of minutes, Phil began to tense up. He fucked the little boy's face
with a few hard thrusts and began to cum. He shoved Timmy's head all the
way down his slobbery shaft and spurted a load into the back of the little
boy's throat. His body began to spasm as he held Timmy's head firmly in
place. "OH FUCK OH FUCK OH FUCK!" Phil exclaimed, probably a little louder
than he should have. Timmy did his best to swallow the cum flooding his
mouth, but still gagged and coughed on the thick cock lodged in his throat.
Worst of all for the young boy, Phil's orgasms always lasted too long. The
janitor continued to grunt curse words and spasm slightly for a few more
moments, then slowly let his cock slide out of Timmy's warm, wet mouth.

Little Timmy wiped the drool off his face with his sleeve while also trying
to swallow the rest of the load that swam in his mouth. "Good job as usual,
kid. I'll see you at lunch, okay? It's gonna be lots of fun," Phil told
Timmy as he put his cock away and zipped up, all the while looking down and
giving the little boy a mischievous smirk.

Little Timmy nodded in acknowledgment, then left the janitor's closet and
returned to the hallway. Phil followed after him and walked the other way
down the hallway. Little Timmy sighed and started making his way to his
class once again. It wasn't even 8:30 yet and he had already taken three
loads. He sighed again knowing that there would be more loads coming
throughout the day.



Chapter 2 coming soon! Comments welcome!