Date: Fri, 05 Apr 2024 19:55:41 +0000 From: Dr. Williams Subject: SHAWN AND LITTLE DANIEL 10 (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 related/unrelated adult men. 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-Incest/Mb/MMb-Con) (British English) Feedback is always welcome. Email: Dr.Williams.Author@proton.me Twitter/X: @DrWill9375 "SHAWN & LITTLE DANIEL" By Dr. Williams Chapter 10: Shawns's Fan Club 1983 I stared out the window in horror. My neighbour's house was on fire! And had been for some time. "Oh, fuck!" I said loudly and ran back to the living room, where my boss, Woody, and my nine-year-old son, Daniel were waiting for me. I quickly began pulling on my jeans. "Woody, call emergency and get the Fire Brigade here. Next door is ablaze." "Luke's house?" asked Daniel. "Where are you going?" Woody yelled out to me as I ran from the room. I rushed out the back door, knowing it was a quicker way to access the property, and quickly scaled the fence, dropping down into Graham's driveway. Almost immediately I had to shield myself from the intense heat of the flames. It seemed as if the entire home was consumed by fire. "Luke!" I screamed helplessly. "Oh, fuck! LUUUUUUKE!!!!" Woody and Daniel appeared at the street end of the driveway. My boy was dressed in his pyjamas again and my boss was only clad in his trousers. The flames from the housefire reflected off his glistening, sweaty chest as he put his arms on Daniel's shoulders to prevent him running to me. "Stay back!" I yelled at them, turning back to look at the burning building. No one could be alive in there. "Luke!" I roared once more, as if it would make any difference... And then a hint of movement caught my eye and I looked further down the driveway. From the orange-tinted gloom emerged.... Luke. He wasn't running. Or looking upset. He was fully clothed and even wearing shoes. I ran to him, picking him up and wrapping my arms around him, so relieved that he was alive. "Luke! Are you okay?" I yelled, trying to be heard above the crackling roar of the fire. I saw him nod without saying anything and I turned, rapidly carrying him to where Daniel and Woody were standing. "The Fire Brigade is on their way," Woody said, sheilding his eyes from the smoke that was wafting over us. I motioned for him to follow me and we moved further down the street until we were standing in front of my house. I sat Luke down, patting his body, examining him for any signs of injury. "Are you sure you're okay?" I asked, gripping his shoulders. "I'm okay," he said finally. Daniel came up and stood near him, staying silent. "Did Graham get you out?" I asked. "He's still inside," said Luke. "Oh, fuck!" said Woody. I looked back at Graham's house and went to return to the property. But Luke grabbed my arm to stop me from leaving. "No! Don't!" he insisted. "But he might need help!" I said, confused by his reaction. "You can't!" he said. And then I saw it in his eyes. A certainty that his father couldn't be saved. Shouldn't be saved. In the distance I could hear the distant sound of the fire engines approaching... ************************************************************ Easter, 1983 Daniel was singing along to the music on the radio as he and I drove to the holiday home that Woody had rented for the weekend. "Is it much longer?" Daniel asked, taking a break from straining his vocal chords. "About half an hour, little mate," I said. What a few weeks it had been. The fire had been declared an accident; Graham smoked indoors and it looked like he had fallen asleep, drunk, and left a cigarette burning. After his death, Luke had stayed with us for a few nights while the authorities tried to track down a suitable relative for him to live with. I had told them he could live with me but, being a single man, I was not deemed suitable. Salvation came in the form of Woody. My boss had come forward and declared he was Luke's biological father. He fabricated a story about having an affair with the boy's mother years earlier and that she hadn't wanted him involved in his child's life. Woody was married, with his own business and a stable home; they handed Luke over to him immediately. Thankfully the authorities didn't insist on a blood test. I had my concerns about the move, which I voiced to Woody when we were sharing a cigarette at work. "Woody...I'm confused. Why are you doing this? You don't even really know Luke -" "You said he needs a family. I have one to share with him." He paused, taking another puff on his smoke. "Muriel always wanted another kid. And I always said no. Do you really want him going into the care system?" "Of course not. So Muriel really thinks you...?" "Yeah. She's pissed with me about that. But we'll figure it out. Listen, you're right. I don't know Luke. And he doesn't know us. But he will. This way he can still go to the same school, keep his friends, and..." Woody took a deep breath before saying his next words. "He'll have two parents to care for him and make sure he's not hurt anymore." He saw my look. "I know that's what you're concerned about. My motivations." "I'm...sorry, boss. I...I..." My voice dropped to a whisper. "I saw him getting raped once. By his Dad. And it was horrible. And if that's what you're -" "I promise you, it's not," he said, putting his hand on my shoulder. "I don't have any interest in doing that." I grinned finally. "Well...good. I think he's only a top anyway." Woody thumped my arm, smiling back at me. That was several weeks ago and Luke seemed to be thriving at Woody's house. He now had an older brother and sister and his general demeanor seemed to improve overall. He had even started to be much kinder to Daniel, which made me happy. What I didn't tell Woody was that the day after the fire, I discovered two suitcases under Daniel's bed. They were filled with a mix of Luke's clothing and his toys. Items that should have been destroyed in the fire. And I realised that the fire was no accident. I kept it to myself. And I didn't ask the boys about it. Many years later, when he was an adult, Daniel confided to me that Luke had sworn him to secrecy about his plans to escape from Graham. And my boy was good at keeping a secret. I knew I should have been horrified by what Luke had done. But he had taken action to get away from a situation where he was being hurt and I had to admire his survival instincts, however brutal. Back to the present I was snapped out of my thoughts by the feeling of Daniel's hand on my crotch, rubbing my penis through the material of my jeans. "Hey!" I said, chuckling, lightly swatting his hand away. "Not while I'm driving, Dan-Dan." "Sorry, Daddy," he said, giggling. When we arrived at the holiday house, Woody was waiting for us, sitting on the front deck, smoking a cigarette and nursing a beer. I glanced at my watch as we approached him. "On the sauce already, boss?" I teased. "It's after twelve o'clock somewhere, Shawn" he said, breaking into a broad grin. He stood as Daniel ran up the stairs and into his arms. Woody lifted him up and buried his face into my boy's shoulder, kissing him tenderly, his hands patting his firm little bottom. I smiled, watching them. The three of us hadn't been alone together since the fire and I knew my son had been looking forward to us playing some 'games' over the weekend. I put our luggage away and then grabbed myself a beer. I found Woody and Daniel in the courtyard at the rear of the property, which had a small pool and high walls for privacy. My boy was topless and in the process of pulling down his trousers, revealing his tight, 'Batman' underwear. "Stripping already?" I asked as I took a seat on one of the comfortable lounge chairs that were arranged around the pool deck. "Woody said I could go in the pool!" Daniel said, looking excited. "Do you want to grab your swimming trunks?" I asked, cracking open my beer and taking a swig. "Woody said I didn't have to" he said, pulling down his underwear and revealing his smooth little genitals and perfect arse. "I thought it was okay to be naked," Woody said, winking at me. "You don't mind if I enjoy the show, do you, Shawn?" "I know he won't mind, and that's what matters," I said, smiling back, and then we both watched as my naked son gingerly walked to the pool steps and stepped into the water. A few moments later he was swimming around, occasionally diving under and showing us his tiny bum. "How's Luke going?" I asked. "Just fine, mate. Muriel's happy to have another young person in the house. And he gets on well with Niles. They're going to an Easter Egg hunt tomorrow. " "He didn't want to join us?" "Nah. We can't compete with chocolate -" We were interuped when water was splashed over us and we looked see to Daniel by the side of the pool, giggling at us. I put my beer down and stood up, grinning back at my boy. "I think you know what that means, Danny," I said, pulling off my t-shirt. I looked at Woody. "Come on, boss. Let's get him!" He stood up, his shorts tenting from a growing erection, and we both stripped down until we were naked. As we moved towards the pool I saw Daniel react, giving us a broad smile and his eyes widening. "Daddy! No!" he cried, turning and swimming towards the other side of the pool. I dived into the water, swimming after him, putting my hands on his waist as I halted his escape. I heard a splash behind me and moments later Woody was on the other side of my naked son. "Tickle time!" my boss said and his hands came up under Daniel's arms, wiggling them and causing my boy to erupt with shrieks, thrashing around as he tried to get away from us. "No!" Daniel screamed, laughing hysterically, and I joined in, concentrating on the sensitive skin around his flat little belly. He splashed about wildly, one of his feet accidentally kicking me in the balls. "Aw...!" I said with a grunt, wincing. "I'm sorry, Daddy!" Daniel cried and threw arms around my neck and clinging to my chest. "It's all good, little man," I said, sucking in my breath as I recovered from the pain. Woody came up behind Daniel, pressing into his back and my son's naked body was mashed between us. My boss's hands found my arse, to my surprise, and the three of us stayed that way for a while, my little boy's smooth, slippery frame feeling so small and sensual as it touched our adult bodies. I raised my eyebrows at Woody as I felt his erection poking into me, just below my groin, having worked its way between my son's little legs. "Danny? How about we play a game?" said Woody after a while, winking at me. "It involves your Daddy." Daniel lifted his head, looking interested. "Okay." "Uh-Oh," I said, chuckling, and feeling my dick stiffen, despite my throbbing nuts. "Sounds like I'm going to be manhandled again." "We'll be careful of your balls," said Woody, grinning. Several minutes later we were out of the pool and I was laid back on the lounge chair, my erection laying firmly against my belly as the sun bathed us in warmth. Daniel and Woody were on either side of me, kneeling on cusions, hovering over my manhood. "What are the rules, boss?" I asked, curious to see what he had in mind. "Danny and I will take turns sucking on your d...doodle," he said, winking at my son. "The first one to give you the good feeling wins." "What do I win?" asked Daniel. "Winner gets to put his doodle in the other one's bottom. Sound fair?" "Yep," said Daniel and grabbed the shaft of my prick with his warm little hand. "I go first!" I watched, licking my lips, as my son lowered his head, closing his hot, wet mouth around the head of my cock. "Aw...Dan-Dan..." I said, sighing with pleasure as I felt the texture of his tongue grazing over my sensitive glans. He then swallowed more of my dick, getting over half of it into him and I felt it brushing up against the back of his throat, making him choke a little. He lifted himself up, inhaling a breath, and then descended on my meat again, slobbering over it as he began to suck it up and down at a steady pace. His small fingers wrapped around the base of my penis, squeezing and stroking it in time with the movements of his mouth. I glanced down and saw Woody's dick at full mast as he watched my nine-year-old boy inhaling my thick cock. "That's so fucking hot," he whispered, glancing at me. "You like that?" I asked, whispering back. "Seeing my little boy with a mouth full of his Daddy's doodle?" Woody's hand touched my thigh, massaging it. "You know I do," he said, grinning. After several minutes he tapped Daniel on the head. "My turn, Danny." Daniel lifted his head and Woody's hand replaced his around the base of my dick. Then my boss swallowed my cock deep into his talented mouth, causing me to groan as I felt his lips reach the skin just above my tender balls. "Aw, man," I said, my hand reaching up and holding his head in place until I heard him choking. He lifted his head, his eyes watering a little, then sucked me back down again, rising and falling on my meat in a languid rhythm. "Fuck, Woody," I hissed, feeling the wet insides of his mouth caress and cling to my aching cock. "He really likes your doodle," said Daniel as he watched my boss suck on his father's prick. "Almost as much as you," I said then took in a sharp breath as Woody deep throated me again, his lips suctioned onto the base of my erection. "It's not fair. He can go deeper than me," Daniel said, his bottom lip dropping. "Shhh," I said. "You'll be able to do that, one day. I promise." Daniel smiled at me and then tapped on Woody's head. "My turn!" It hadn't been nearly as long, but Woody lifted his head off my cock, his face flushed from his efforts, and pointed my dick towards my son. "Off you go, Danny." Daniel wasted no time in putting his mouth back on my rod, making a real effort to suck me down as far as possible. He gagged, the back of his throat vibrating around the head of my penis. Woody placed his hand on the back of my boy's head, gently holding him in place. "Just breath through your nose, Danny. Like I taught you." I heard Daniel inhaling sharply, while making little choking sounds, then he lifted his head a little higher before sinking back down again. "That's it, little one," Woody said encouragingly. "You're making your Daddy feel so good. Such a special, beautiful boy." Daniel sucked on me for a few more minutes before Woody took over again. This time he didn't deep throat me and I was pretty sure this was for Daniel's benefit; to make him feel like he had a chance at 'winning' the game. My boss eventually took hold of my balls while he made love to my dick with his mouth, taking care to be gentle with them. I sighed. Even though my nuts were still tender from being kicked, the traces of pain seemed to add to the erotic pleasure of having my cock worshipped. My son and my boss. The official Shawn fan club. The next time it was Daniel's turn, Woody moved down to my feet and began to lick at my toes, causing me to twitch with the additional sensations. Although Daniel had done this to my feet a couple of times now, it had never been in conjuction with someone sucking my dick, and the combination was nothing short of delicious. I let out a groan as my boss tried to take my foot in his mouth. It was too big, of course, but he managed to get my three biggest toes inside and he sucked on them, drenching them with his saliva as his tongue worked them over. "Fuck man, that's nice," I said and he looked my way, winking. Within a few minutes of this I felt my nuts churning. "I think Daniel's going to win," I said and with this my son seem to increase the amount of suction he was using on my dick, making me moan loudly. This, with my boss sucking wildly on my toes, sent me over the edge and I began to vibrate, every muscle in my body straining as my crotch began to throb. "Aww...fuck...oh fuck....oh fuck...." I ranted, lost in bliss as I came hard, flooding the back of my son's throat as my cock exploded in his mouth. The intensity was astounding, making me see stars, and I almost howled from the pleasure I was feeling. I heard Daniel choking as he tried to swallow my seed, while my feet shook, Woody struggling to keep my toes in his mouth. "Fuck!" I exclaimed, squeezing my eyes shut, on the verge of passing out. A few minutes later Daniel was still nursing my semi-hard cock, lapping at the final remains of cum as it oozed out of my piss-slit. Woody had stopped sucking on my foot and was watching my nine-year-old son as he held his Daddy's 'doodle' in his mouth, his lips stretched around it and his skin flushed from his efforts. Daniel finally lifted his head, smiling up at me, his eyes watering and bloodshot. "I won!" he declared. "You did, little mate," I said, reaching out and stroking the side of his face. "You did such a good job. And I think this means that you get to put your doodle in Woody's bottom." Woody leaned back on his haunches, grinning. "I'd better get some help," he said, standing up and disappearing into the house. He returned after a few minutes with a tube of lube and then got onto the other lounge chair, laying back and pulling his legs towards his chest. "Come on, Danny. I've always wanted you to fuck me." Daniel let go of my slimy, softening dick and stood up, his little penis fully erect. "Okay, Woody," he said and positioned himself on the lounge chair, between my boss's legs. Woody opened the tube and squirted a litte on his fingers, reaching forward and smearing it over Daniel's hard little nail. He then wiped the remainder onto his own stiff meat and began to slowly stroke himself. "Okay, mate. Put that boy-cock in my bottom, you sexy little thing." Daniel aimed his tiny dick at the man's puckered anus and pressed his hips forward. After a few failed attempts he finally found the right angle and he gave a high-pitched sigh as his penis penetrated the arsehole of my boss. "Aw, yeah, Danny. That's it. I can feel your doodle inside me." "It feels nice, Woody," Daniel said, smiling, and sank the remainder of his small, finger-sized organ into the older man. Then my kid began to move his pelvis back and forth, slowly fucking Woody's adult shit-hole. I turned on my side as I watched this, my dick stiffening a little at the show. It was quite a sight, seeing a child so small between the legs of a much larger man as he screwed his arse with his immature cocklet. Woody sighed, his fist stroking his cock as my nine-year-old sodomised him. "Yeah. Fuck him, Dan-Dan," I said, my voice quiet, not wanting to interupt their rhythm. "Yeah, Danny," said Woody as he panted. "Fuck my bottom, little guy. This is so naughty, isn't it?" "Uh-huh," Daniel muttered, seemingly concentrating on the pleasure he was feeling and I could imagine how nice it felt for him to have Woody's anal muscles clamped down around his little erection. I finally wanted to get closer and shifted over to sit on the end of their lounge chair, my hand touching my son's round, perky arse cheek as it thrust into the man below him. I let my finger snake in between his buns and I gently rubbed it over his tight, puckered little bum-hole, which caused him to give another little sigh of pleasure. "Ummm....Daddy...." "Oh yeah, Danny," I whispered. "You like having your bottom tickled. Don't you?" "Oh....Daddy....oh...." Daniel was saying, beginning to pant at a more frantic pace. The speed of his hips increased, as did the frequency of Woody's grunts, and then I felt the ring of his anus began to twitch and spasm against my finger tip and I knew he was having his dry orgasm. "That's it, Dan-Dan," I said, slightly increasing the pressure of my finger on his sensitive little button. Woody's breathing began to deepen as his fist worked up and down on his hard cock. Soon he let out a loud cry of pleasure as he reached his own orgasm, spraying his chest and belly with thick ropes of milky cum. Daniel continued to thrust into my boss but he eventually slowed down and I could tell his boygasm was waning. Several minutes later the pair had recovered and disengaged, then Woody announced that he needed to take a piss. "So do I," I said and stood up, planning to go to the other bathroom. "Can I watch you, Daddy?" I heard Daniel ask, making me look at him in surprise. "If you want, little mate," I said, winking at my boss and Daniel and I disappeared inside. In the bathroom, Daniel stood beside me as I aimed my semi-hard dick at the toilet bowl. His eyes watched my cock as I let the urine flow, pissing into the water, and I swear that he licked his lips. "Are you thirsty, Dan-Dan?" I asked, chuckling. "A little..." he said, seemingly mesmerised by the pale yellow liquid as if streamed out of my penis. I remembered what he'd told me about the piss-play he had engaged in with Woody. And I had seen him swallow Luke's urine once. "Can I drink a tiny bit?" I was almost done. I clenched to break off the stream and motioned for my son to sit on the edge of the toilet seat. I stepped closer to him, bending my knees to get the right angle, and put the head of my prick up to his lips. He grinned up at me, a twinkle in his eyes, and lowered his mouth over my meat, just holding me in the warm interior. I took a moment, finding it hard to get my flow going again. When it finally started I heard Daniel gulping, his mouth contracting around my penis as he swallowed my remaining urine. "Aw...." I said, luxuriating in the strange new sensation. My son's hands reached back and grabbed my arse cheeks, holding onto them for support. He looked so tiny, below me, his mouth stretched around my prick as I gently pissed down his throat. I couldn't believe I was using my little boy as a toilet. When I was done Daniel pulled back and my thick dick dropped from his mouth, a few yellow drops of liquid dotted over his lips, his watery eyes looking at me. "Thank you, Daddy," he said, giving me small smile. Later that night, after dinner, Woody and I played the same game again, this time on Daniel, seeing who could give him a dry orgasm the quickest. He was on the couch, completely naked, while my boss and sat on either side of him, taking turns on sucking his little nail in our mouth. Woody won, of course, getting my son to have 'the good feeling' during his turn, though he said he would claim his 'prize' later. Daniel was sleepy after this and we put him to bed, promising we could play more games tomorrow. Returning to the living room, Woody reminded me that I needed to pay up for losing the game. "You're not fucking me in the arse," I told him bluntly. He touched my shoulder, grinning up at me. "I was hoping you could...rape me again." I put my hand over his and grinned at him. Fiften minutes later Woody was naked and kneeling over the end of the couch as I crouched behind him, feeding my lubricated cock into his tight, welcoming shit-hole. "Awwww...Shawn," he said, moaning as the girth of my meat spread his insides. "Man...your cock...is so big..." Woody was soon growling with a sound that seemed like a mixture of pleasure and pain, his head buried in a cusion as I began to pound his hole. "You like that, huh, Woody?" I asked, my chest heaving with the effort. "You like having your old arse destroyed by my big, thick cock?" I really picked up the pace then, slamming into him like a man possessed. Like the first time I took him in the rear, I felt an inate, aminalistic desire to dominate him, to assert my power over this man who found me so desirable. "Yeah, Shawn. Ruin me. Give me that huge dick! Wreck my arse!" The next morning, at breakfast, Daniel was shocked when Woody told him about what we had got up to the night before. "Aww..." he said with a whine. "You did stuff without me!" Woody leaned over and kissed Daniel's shoulder. "I promise, we will only do stuff with you today, sexy boy." After we finished eating, Woody presented Daniel with a bright red t-shirt that had 'The Flash' logo printed across the front. My son was thrilled, planting a big kiss on Woody's cheek, and then proceeded to strip off his pyjamas and model it for my boss. "It looks very sexy on you, Danny," Woody said as he admired my son's physique. Later, we took Daniel to the local beach and enjoyed a few hours of swimming in the waves and a little sunbaking. We returned home mid-afternoon and Daniel was eager to play more games. "You're not too tired from last night, are you?" I asked Woody. He shook his head, grinning at me, and then I looked at Daniel. "What did you have in mind?" He disappeared for a while as he went to his room. When he returned he was carrying a piece of paper, which he unfolded and handed to me. It was a pornographic picture, obviously ripped 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. "Where did you get this?" I asked. Woody came up and looked over my shoulder, his eyes widening as he saw the photo. "I remember that picture," said Woody. "You do?" I asked. Before Woody could answer, Daniel spoke. "I took it out of one of Graham's magazines, ages ago," he said and pointed at the picture. "Can we do that?" I indicated the woman in the photo. "Is this going to be you?" Daniel nodded, smiling brightly. "Please?" he asked, looking up at us both. Woody and I exchanged a look, grinning at each other. I set the picture aside and picked Daniel up in my arms. My boss followed me as I carried my little son to the main bedroom and sat him down on the mattress. We had hours before dinner so we took our time, the two of us kneeling down on either side of my nine-year-old and slowly removing his clothing. As each new bit of skin was revealed, our rough hands would stroke it, revelling in the softness of his silky, hairless flesh. "Such a beautiful boy," said Woody, which made Daniel smile at him. When Daniel was finally naked, Woody got him to lay back and then he got between my boy's legs, pushing them back and spreading his tiny arse cheeks, exposing his little hole. Without looking at me he hunched down and began licking his tongue over the tiny anus, lathering it up with saliva and making loud, obscene slurping sounds. I undressed while this happened, my dick rock hard, and I saw Daniel's eyes watching me as I finally pulled down my underwear, showing him my erection. I nudged Woody aside after a while and took my turn at eating my boy's little bottom. I heard him sighing and moaning as my tongue probed at his tangy hole, tasting a combination Woody's saliva, dried salt water and boy sweat. While I devoured Daniel's arse, Woody also undressed and climbed onto the mattress, sitting against the pillows and laying back, his legs spread and his thick, seven-inch cock jutting out from between his legs. Eventually I came up for air, my face flushed, and I tapped Daniel's bottom lightly. He lifted his head to look at me, a dreamy smile on his face. "Do you want to suck on Woody's doodle while I lick your bottom?" I asked and he nodded. "Yes, Daddy," he said and turned over, crawling up and moving between Woody's legs. I glanced at the bedside table and noticed the tube of lubricant and a small brown bottle, which I recognised as Woody's poppers. He had introduced me to the stuff last night, inhaling the vapours as I 'raped' his arse. He had offered me a sniff of them but I had declined. I got onto the mattress and positioned myself behind Daniel, who was on his hands and knees, his head lowering onto my boss's hard dick. Woody let out a deep groan of satisfaction as I saw my boy's head begin to bob up and down on the man's erection. I parted my kid's arse cheeks and resumed by oral attack on his puckered, slick anus. I could feel with my tongue that his muscle was beginning to relax, the ring allowing me to probe him a little further than before. My boy was moaning, as best he could with an adult cock in his mouth. I took a break and grabbed the nearby tube, smearing some onto one of my fingers. Then I introducted it to Daniel's hole and gently began to push it inside him. I heard him giving a high-pitched whine as he was violated and I moved with agonising slowness to make sure that his preparation was gradual. Although he and I had been exploring each sexually for weeks now, I had only fucked him a handful of times. Due to my size he wasn't always comfortable taking my dick in his arse so it was something we only did when he was really, really in the mood. And I wanted today to be one of those occasions. I looked up at Woody and we locked eyes. I just knew he had always wanted to see me fuck my son. And I wasn't going to disappoint him. After a few minutes I lubed up a second finger and slowly put both of them inside his hot hole, gradually spreading the greasy liquid around as I probed deeper, the walls of his rectum clinging to my digits like a vice. Daniel was whimpering but it wasn't a sound of pain. I looked at Woody, my look asking him if my boy was okay, and he nodded back at me, giving me a thumbs up. Whatever my kid was feeling was not distracting him from his job, his mouth working up and down on Woody's cock like a pro, causing the man to sigh in pleasure, his eyelids heavy, as if he were drugged. I eventually worked a third finger inside Daniel and spent several minutes letting him adjust to the intrusion. He was so damn tight; it didn't seem possible that such a small hole could accommodate an adult cock. But it would. When I could take it no longer I carefully withdrew my fingers and sat back on my haunches, applying a generous amount of lube to my cock. Woody was watching, knowing what was coming. He tapped Daniel's sholder and my son lifted his head up from the man's dick. Woody took the small brown bottle of poppers and unscrewed the lid. He presented it to my son, whispering to him, "Take a sniff of this, Danny." Daniel remained still while my boss held the bottle up to his nose and gently pressed the other nostril down with his finger. I heard my son inhale deeply. My boy let out a sigh and I figured the vapours must be doing their job in relaxing him. Daniel began to giggle then, his shoulders convulsing. Woody took a hit of the poppers himself and set the bottle aside, his face taking on a wild, goonish expression. I used the moment to kneel behind Daniel, spreading my legs to lower my pelvis, and introducing the head of my cock to his puckered, slimy hole. I pressed forward but his tight muscle resisted my entry, my knob slipping around as it fought to penetrate Daniel's anus. I placed my hand on his hip to steady him and I pushed forward again. This time Daniel let out a high-pitched groan and the head of my dick finally violated his arsehole, the muscle stretching to allow me access. I sighed as I felt the heat of his tiny bottom warm the glans of my hard penis. I could hear Daniel sucking in breath, his head now still as it hovered over Woody's cock. I eased a little more of my meat into him, overcome with the sensations that were rippling through me. As nice as it was to fuck a nice, snug arse like Woody's, there was nothing quite as blissful as feeling your cock enter the tight bum of a little boy. "Are you okay, Danny?" I asked, pausing my hips, trying to give him time. I saw him nod. "Y...yes, Daddy. Keep going." I looked at Woody and he handed Daniel the poppers again. After my boy had taken another huff on the fumes, his head lowered and he moaned, almost as if he were drunk. Woody took a sniff of the poppers and raised his eyebrows at me, his face asking if I wanted any. I shook my head. I put both hands on Daniel's hips and gently sank my prick deeper inside him, hearing his whines as my cock stretched out his insides. I paused again, panting, over half my manhood wedged inside him. Woody placed his hand on Daniel's head and gently guided him back down onto his erection and I heard the wet, sloppy sounds of him resuming his blow-job. I waited a few moments, feeling almost delirious, then moved my hips forward, feeding the final three inches of my dick into his bottom until my balls met his stretched ring. I held myself in place, sucking in air as the indescribable heat of his slippery rectum squeezed my cock, begging me to to violate it. "Fuck your boy," Woody whispered, staring at me. I locked eyes with him and then began to slowly pull my penis back until just the head was inside. Then I gently pushed it back in, illiciting a grunt from my boy. I could still see his head moving up and down in Woody's crotch so I hoped this meant that my dick wasn't making him too uncomfortable. Letting out a moan, I started to screw my little boy's arse with my thick cock, taking my time and savouring the exquisite feelings. Daniel let out a little groan each time I sank into him, which caused Woody to throw his head back with a look of ecstasy on his face. "Oh, yeah, Shawn. His mouth is vibrating all around my dick..." he said. "Does it feel good, Woody?" I asked, a little breathless. "Having my little boy's lips on your prick? Watching me fuck his tiny hole?" "Yeah, mate. I've dreamed about see you two together. So many times." He leaned forward and kissed the top of Daniel's head. "Your Daddy and I love you so much," he said in a quiet voice. My boy made a cooing sound, as if in approval, which encouraged me to fuck him just a little bit harder. "You keep sucking Woody's doodle, like a good boy. I'm going to feed you all the man-cream your little throat can handle." It was a distubring sight; Daniel's small, tiny body, suspended between two grown men as he was spit-roasted by our cocks. His tight arse was strangling my meat every time I gently thrust into him, the heat of his insides bringing me closer and closer to climaxing. It was much sooner than I wanted but the feelings were just too damn intense. I paused a moment, withdrawing my dick from his arse, and got on my feet, positioning myself over my kid's body, like we were about to play a game of leap-frog. I reinserted my cock, sighing as his anal muscle squeezed my erection, and drove it back into him until I was, once again, balls deep. Daniel groaned and then, suddenly, Woody was waving the open bottle of poppers under my nose. I blocked one nostril, as I had seen him do, and took a hit of the vapours. And then I felt the rush as the fumes did their job, my heartbeat accelerating, pounding wildly in my chest, while a warm glow drenched my senses. I started screwing Daniel again, picking up speed in my state of euphoria, chasing my orgasm, my nuts flapping against his perenium with each thrust. From this angle I was basically looking down at my boy's head as it sucked on Woody's dick, his gagging, slurping sounds mixed with grunts as I fucked him deep. "Oh, Danny," said Woody, his eyelids becoming heavy and his mouth hanging open. "Oh, that's it, little man. Aw....kid...beautiful boy...aw shit...yeah...." His hand pressed down harder on the back of Daniel's head and I heard my kid gagging. "Aw....fuck, Danny...here it comes... oh... yeah...ah..." He almost howled when he came, his body shaking with tremors, and my son made choking sounds as his throat was coated with fresh semen. It was too much for me. Seeing my boss lose his load in my son's mouth sent me over the edge and my balls tightened as my crotch began to throb, my muscles clenching. "Ah...Dan-Dan...your botttom...is...so...soooo...nice," I said, babbling amost incoherintly as my orgasm arrived. The depths of his tiny, ravaged arsehole grabbed at my meat as I plunged into him and I cried out loudly when my dick finally exploded inside him. "Ahhhhhhhh......" I said, almost yelling in my delirium, as I lost my load, flooding my little boy's guts. Afterwards, when both Woody and I were spent, we pulled our dicks from his mouth and arse, and collapsed on either side of Daniel, cradling him between us. The three of us were panting from our exertions, covered in sweat. Our adult hands explored my boy's smooth, nine-year-old body, feeling so soft and silky against our skin. "We love you, Dan-Dan," I whispered, kissing him on the lips. "I love you, Daddy," he said and then turned to look at my boss, panting. "And you too, Woody." My boss just smiled at him, a look of adoration in his eyes, and his finger touched Daniel's face, tracing the contour of his jaw. Woody and I then took turns sucking on my boy's little nail, after we'd coaxed an erection out of him, finally giving back to him after all the pleasure he had given us that evening. We let him have another sniff of the poppers and then, this time, it was my mouth that finally got him to have a dry orgasm, his tiny organ throbbing and twitching against my tongue. I swear the sound of my son climaxing was possibly the sexiest sound in the world. Later, when we put Daniel to bed, he clapped his hands together with a look of glee. "I can't wait to see what Easter Bunny brings me tomorrow," he said, looking up at us with a big grin. Woody and I looked at each other and I knew what he was thinking. It was absurd that a child of nine could be so skilled at sucking cock and getting fucked, but still believe in Santa Claus and the Easter Bunny. "Well, you've been a really good boy so I'm sure you'll be getting lots of chocolate," said Woody. I leaned down and kissed Daniel on the lips. "Goodnight, Dan-Dan. I love you forever." "I love you too, Daddy." THE END For now...