Date: Wed, 21 Feb 2024 09:48:56 +0000 From: Dr. Williams Subject: SHAWN AND LITTLE DANIEL 3 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/bb-Con) (British English) Feedback is always welcome. Email: Dr.Williams.Author@proton.me Twitter/X: @DrWill9375 "SHAWN & LITTLE DANIEL" By Dr. Williams Chapter 3: The Learning Curve 1983 Daniel had another birthday at the beginning of the year and it was the summer holidays. My sister took on some part-time employment so was unable to babysit Daniel as often. Due to the excessive cost of childcare, I spoke to Woody about bringing him into work occasionally, and he was fine with it. My other secret motive for this was to give Daniel a little less time with his neighbour friend, Luke. As much as I was 'okay' with their immature sexual interactions, I was deeply concerned that my son could become the target of Graham, Luke's paedophile father. I wasn't entirely sure Daniel would rebuff the advances of a grown man with a hard dick. If anything, he would probably welcome it. The first day I took Daniel to work, he brought his colouring-in books with him and spent the day hanging around in Woody's office. Although I thought he would have found that extremely boring, when I arrived back at work after a delivery, I found him laughing and chatting with my boss, as though they were great friends. Woody had older children so I guess he had a knack for engaging with kids. I was grateful that he made such an effort with my quirky son. When we were leaving for the day I clocked Woody glancing down at my crotch, as he usually did, reminding me that he was probably a closeted homosexual. Whilst I considered myself straight, my ego certainly appreciated the lustful attention he seemed to pay to my body. That night, I came into Daniel's bedroom and closed his curtains. I was topless, having taken my t-shirt off earlier, due to the heat, and was now only wearing jeans. He had one of his Dr. Who books ready and I sat next to him as he read one of the chapters to me. After he was finished I stood up and turned off the main light, then moved to turn on the bedside lamp. When I sat down on the side of the bed to say goodnight to him, Daniel's hand reached out and touched my knee. "Daddy?" "Yes, little mate?" "Can I see your willy again?" he asked, whispering. Oh, dear! "Danny...we talked about this. I'm not allowed to do that -" "But Luke's Dad lets him...look at it." "Look at it?" I said, sounding probably a little too surprised. "Yeah, all the time." "Well, they live alone. It's only natural that Luke sees his Dad naked sometimes -" "No, not just without clothes. Luke gets to touch it." "Dan-Dan, please," I said, feeling light-headed. This was not a conversation a parent should be having with their child. "Graham could...he could get in a lot of trouble for doing...what he's doing with Luke." "I don't care," said Daniel, his bottom lip dropping. He then folded his arms across his chest, looking angry. I stared down at my son, amused by his pouting. "I don't like it when you're sad," I said, my finger lightly touching his lips. At that moment, Daniel opened his mouth and devoured the top of my finger, sucking it in and swirling his warm tongue around. "Hey!" I said, laughing a little. I went to pull my digit from his mouth but he grabbed my wrist with both his hands, holding me in place. For a lurid moment I indulged him as he suckled on my finger, marvelling at how hot and wet his little mouth was. Was this the same technique he used on his friend, Luke? I then realised my dick was rock hard in my pants. How many times had I wondered how beautiful it would be to have Daniel's mouth on my cock? And on his face was the expression I longed for. His open look of wonderment and desire as he touched me. I pulled my hand free, my finger leaving his mouth with a light plopping sound. "Aw, Daddy," he said, giggling. "That's enough for now," I said, my finger now tracing the contour of his jaw. "So...Can I? See it?" "Danny..." I began but my words evaporated as I saw his hopeful expression. Damn it, what kind of man was I? My ego was being fuelled by my kid's interest in my genitals. We were alone in the house. No-one would know. "Okay, so...If I show you..." I began. "It's a secret. I know, Daddy." "It's not just that. It has to be the last time. Okay?" Daniel nodded, sitting up a little as I stood up, towering above him, his eyes watching me intently as I unzipped my jeans and lowered them, pulling my underwear down with them. His face lit up with a huge smile as he saw my rigid dick standing proudly between my legs. Oh, man. How pervy was it to be showing my adult cock to a nine-year-old boy? My little son. "There you go," I said quietly. "Thank you, Daddy," whispered Daniel. He tentatively reached out to touch it but paused, looking up at me, a pleading look in his eyes. "Okay, Danny. Just a little bit," I said and watched as his tiny hand reached out and took hold of my rigid prick. I breathed in sharply as the warmth of his fingers encircled my meat, sensations dancing across my penis like pulses of electricity. "Hmm..." Daniel said quietly, tilting his head slightly, as if assessing it for quality-control purposes. Was he comparing it to Luke's? "Everything okay?" I asked him, amused at his expression. "It's just really big, Daddy," Daniel said. "Bigger than Luke's?" He giggled. "Much, much bigger!" "Bigger than Woody's?" I asked. A strange look briefly flashed across Daniel's face, as if he were momentarily panicked. "Woody's?" he said, squinting at me. "I know you saw him in the park, last year. You said... you saw his doodle. Remember?" My boy grinned at me then, flashing me his smile of uneven teeth. "I remember. I think yours is bigger." "That's what I wanted to hear," I said, whispering and giving him a wink. Briefly, something else occurred to me. "You haven't seen Graham's have you? Luke's Dad?" "No, Daddy," said Daniel and scrunched up his face, as if he'd smelt something awful. "He's yucky." We laughed softly with other for a few moments. "Don't ever let him show you," I whispered and my son gave me a reassuring nod. "I won't, Daddy," he said and his hand squeezed the shaft of my prick, causing me to groan in pleasure. And then, gently, my son began to move his hand up and down my turgid dick. My breathing became very shallow for a moment as my meat throbbed in response to his stroking. This was no exploratory move; he was jerking me off! "Dan-Dan," I said, barely audible. "That..." "Is this right?" my little son asked. Right? "It feels very good," I said, my head swimming with a kind of giddiness. I knew I had to end this but I was held in place by my intense desire to let this fantasy play out. I looked away for a moment, trying to disconnect the visual from the sensations I was feeling, but it didn't help. I gave in to my needs and focused on him again, marvelling at the look of desire on Daniel's little face as he tugged on my dick. Fuck! He was really into my cock. "Where did you...learn this?" I asked between laboured intakes of breath. Daniel let go for a moment, pulling himself out from under the covers and sitting on the edge of the bed. His face was now level with my cock. "Luke showed me," he answered and quickly spat into his hand. "Luke showed you - ?" I gasped as my son's wet fingers returned to my penis and resumed stroking the sensitive flesh. "Oh, Danny..." Now lubricated, his hand smoothly jerked my cut cock, causing waves of pleasure to radiate from my groin. Did Luke teach him to wet his hand? The thought drifted away quickly as I was caught up in the sensations I was experiencing. I placed a hand on my boy's shoulder, massaging it as he worked. "Does it feel nice on your doodle, Daddy?" Daniel asked. My hand felt for his small, delicate frame beneath the thin 'Superman' pyjamas, then moved to the back of his neck, touching the smooth skin there. "It feels very, very nice, Dan-Dan," I said. Luke must have taught him well. I sighed again, feeling my balls churn as my nine-year-old son masturbated me. It had been so long since I had felt anyone's hand on my dick, other than my own. And, all too soon, I could feel my orgasm rapidly approaching. "Hmm, Danny..." I said, my breathing becoming more rapid. His slick hand moved up and down my shaft, his index finger and thumb rubbing over my sensitive knob, causing my glans to tingle. How did he ever learn this on Luke's juvenile boy-dick? "Daddy's getting close..." "To the good feeling?" my son asked. "Yeah..." I said, gasping as his fingers seemed to tighten, increasing the pressure on my meat. My head leaned back and I groaned loudly, totally lost in the pleasure he was giving me. I had fantasised about this moment many times. And while it was not exactly as I had envisioned it, I was caught up in the exhilarating rush of doing something so forbidden. I couldn't think of a single person that wouldn't be horrified by what was going on between my son and I at this moment. And for some reason, this made it even more intoxicating. Do I warn him about the cum I was about to release? I decided not to. I couldn't wait to see his look of surprise as I ejaculated. I began to moan heavily, panting as the muscles in my groin began to tremble and spasm. And then I felt the familiar tingle in my balls and my dick swelled in Daniel's little hand, reddening in colour. "Daddy -?" "Don't stop, Danny!" My cock throbbed intensely and I let out a loud, embarrassing groan as my orgasm arrived, my hand tightening on the back of Daniel's neck. He kept stroking my manhood and then flinched as my prick erupted, shooting a rope of cum all over my son's small, open mouth. "Oh, fuck!" I said, trembling with pleasure as I unloaded onto Daniel's face, another strand coating his chin. I looked down, my hand holding him in place, kinked out as the milky semen plastered my boy's little lips. He didn't try to pull back or let go of my dick though. And as I shook with the power of my orgasm, I felt my groin give an extra strong throb as I saw Daniel's tongue taste some of my cum. Oh fuck, he was eating his father's spooge! Again! Shortly afterwards Daniel's hand stopped the stroking and he gently removed it from my dick. I stood above him, panting heavily, and watched as my little boy licked the leftover baby-batter from his fingers. Oh, fuck. That looked so wrong. And beautiful. Later, after I pulled my underwear and jeans back up, I cuddled with my little boy, cradling him in my arms as a rush of different emotions surged through me. "Dan-Dan. Thank you for... making Daddy feel so good." "I like doing it, Daddy," said Daniel, his head resting on my chest. Then he looked up at me, smiling. "I liked it when you made the milk." The following morning, Daniel and I were in the dining room, eating breakfast. "We can't do that anymore," I said to my son while he ate his cereal. "What...what we did last night." Daniel put his spoon down and looked at me with a hurt expression. "But...I thought I was a good boy for you." The look on his face almost broke my heart. "Oh, Danny. You...you are the best boy. Ever. I just need you to understand that...Daddy could get in a lot of trouble if Mummy, or anyone else, found out about what we did." "What would happen?" he asked. Good question. It wasn't one I wanted to contemplate. "I would...have to go away. And I wouldn't get to see you anymore." Daniel nodded. "Okay. I promise I won't tell anyone." "Even if they tickle you," I said, my fingers lightly poking his little tummy, making him squirm and giggle. "Yes! Yes!" Daniel said, squealing as the intensity of my tickling increased. A sense of dread followed me into the next day. That feeling of impending punishment for my 'sins'. But nothing happened. Of course. That weekend, I found a quiet moment to be alone in the shed, mid-afternoon, tucked away in the corner, in my favourite chair. My pants were around my ankles and my eyes were closed as I stroked my swollen dick, reliving the moment when my son had given me a handjob. "Oh, yeah. Dan-Dan. Play with Daddy's cock," I whispered to myself, providing a soundtrack to my masturbation fantasy. I was disrupted by the sound of the garage door opening. I quickly snapped out of my daydream and pulled my jeans up, attempting to stuff my erection back in. Where I was positioned, I was out of sight from the main entrance, hidden by a partial wall that separated the two spaces. I peaked over the wall as I zipped up my fly and saw Daniel and Luke entering. "You lost again," said Luke, sneering at my son and giving him a light shove. "You know what that means." He had recently turned ten and, almost magically, seemed to have grown significantly taller than Daniel in the last few months. I watched as Luke pulled down his shorts and presented his hard little willy. Daniel dropped down into a squatting position, almost immediately, and my dick throbbed as he inhaled his friend's tiny nail of a penis. Luke's small hands took hold of my son's head, his fingers working through the hair as his hips moved, pushing his little organ into Daniel's mouth. I heard my boy gag a little as his friend began a steady rhythm of fucking his face. As I had been the last time I had witnessed the boys playing like this, I was filled with pride at how talented my little Daniel seemed to be at satisfying a male. My erection was aching for release again and I quietly reached into my fly and pulled it out, wrapping my fingers around it as I spied on my son diligently sucking his ten-year-old friend. I began to gently jerk my manhood, watching my perverted little boy's lips as they made love to Luke's immature meat. How I wished it was my cock he was tasting instead. I almost let out a loud groan as I imagined, not for the first time, how wonderful it would feel to have Daniel's warm mouth wrapped around my adult prick. "Teeth!" Luke said, hissing, and he roughly slapped the side of Daniel's head. My boy let Luke's dick fall from his mouth, his eyes scrunching up in pain. My heart stopped for a moment, suddenly filled with the need to interrupt and protect my son. How dare that little fuck hit my kid! "Sorry -" my boy started to say, as he inhaled several ragged breaths, his eyes glistening. Luke's hands grabbed Daniel's head and forced him down onto his crotch again, penetrating my boy's mouth and resuming the face-fucking. I held my position, watching in amazement as Daniel managed to remain squatting as his friend raped his mouth. His skin was flushed from exertion and his choking sounds made my dick throb, much to my shame and exhilaration. All too soon, Luke's body began to shake and his thrusts became more urgent and frantic. His hips began to pummel my son's red face and I saw tears run down Daniel's cheeks as he struggled to take the onslaught. Luke began to let out high-pitched groans and his little arse trembled as he pushed his penis into my son's mouth as far as it would go, his hands holding Daniel's head in place. "Oh...Ah....Danny..." Luke said, his words escaping between his gasps of pleasure and rapid intake of air. I imagined that his little dick was twitching and spasming in my son's mouth as he experienced a dry orgasm. I let go of my cock at that point, fearing I was close to nutting and losing a load over the perverted scene. I was too terrified of groaning too loudly and alerting the boys to my presence. When Luke finally pulled his penis from Daniel's mouth, it was still hard, like a nail, but reddened and glistening with my son's saliva. "I told you, no teeth," he said, almost spitting the words into my son's face. "I'm sorry, Luke! It was an accident -" Luke grabbed a fistful of Daniel's hair, pulling him back a little and sneering down at him. "You have to pay for accidents!" "I will," said Daniel, looking up at his friend, panting furiously. He winced as Luke tugged on his hair again, being extra aggressive. "Please -" Fuck, this kid was so nasty to my boy! I had to put a stop to it. "I need to piss. You little homo!" Luke said and shifted closer to my son, pulling Daniel's face back towards his crotch. What the fuck is happening? I needed to move but I was frozen in place, overcome with the fascination of seeing what would take place next. Daniel opened his mouth, seemingly obedient and aware of what was required of him, and Luke thrust his hard little penis inside. My boy's lips closed around the ten-year-old's tiny dick and then they both held their positions, as if frozen. "If you spill any, I'm going to fucking punch you," said Luke, his voice almost too quiet for me to hear. I saw Daniel nod his head slightly, in acknowledgement of the threat, then I saw Luke's arse quiver a little. He let out a little groan and Daniel jolted slightly, beginning to make loud gulping noises. And then I realised that Luke was actually pissing in my nine-year-old's mouth. I watched in horror and titillation as my little boy dutifully drank the liquid waste of his friend. Was this the first time Luke had degraded my son in such a way? I watched Daniel's face, noticing how he was breathing only through his nose, in short bursts, as he swallowed down Luke's piss. This was not the first time. Afterwards, Luke pulled up his pants and Daniel got to his feet, the two of them behaving as if nothing abnormal had just happened. Then they left the shed, leaving me alone to contemplate what I had just witnessed. How long had Luke been using my son's mouth as a toilet? Part of me was furious that Luke treated Daniel so badly. And another part of me was strangely titillated that my nine-year-old son seemed more than happy to be abused in such a way. My dick was achingly hard and in need of release. I opened my pants quickly and fished out my hard cock, jerking on it spasmodically as lurid images played in my imagination. Within minutes I was unloading semen onto my belly while I imagined my tiny little son was gulping down my nasty piss. The following week I took Daniel to work again. It was a warm day and he was dressed in an ABBA t-shirt and a small pair of light blue shorts, which revealed his tanned and hairless limbs. When we first arrived I noticed Woody's eyes light up as he caught sight of my son's revealing attire. My boss looked my boy up and down appreciatively, a little grin playing on his lips. The smile disappeared as our eyes met. Daniel mostly followed me around during the morning. After lunch I was sent on a furniture delivery that was 90 minutes away and Woody offered to let Daniel stick around while I was gone. Daniel seemed to be enthusiastic about the idea so I relented, warning my boy, unnecessarily, to behave himself. Later that afternoon, when I returned to work, Woody greeted me as I was getting out of the truck. "How was Danny behaved?" I asked. "Good as gold, mate," Woody replied, slapping me on the shoulder. "In fact, he was so good, he's earned you an early minute. Go home, once you've filled out your paperwork." "Thanks Boss," I replied, thrilled. Later, Woody appeared as I was preparing to leave, Daniel in tow, carrying his little bag. "Bring him in again later in the week, if you want," Woody said, smiling at me. "He won't be a problem at all." "Maybe Thursday," I suggested before we left, and Woody agreed. I noted that my boss didn't give my crotch one of his usual, appreciative glances, which left me feeling off, as if my feelings were hurt. Once Daniel and I were in the car, I noticed that his lips seemed a little puffy; bloated somewhat and redder in colour. "What did you and Woody get up to today?" I asked as we drove home. "We went to his house and he gave me some lemonade." I wondered if Woody's wife and kids had been out of the house today. "Was anyone else there?" "Um...Niles was there as well." "Woody said you were a good boy for him." "I was, Daddy." I glanced at Daniel's lips again, frowning a little. A few nights later, I was sitting with him at the head of his bed as he had read a chapter of his Dr. Who book to me. When he was finished I prepared to say goodnight to him but stopped as his hand reached straight for my crotch. "Danny..." I whispered, feeling light-headed as the feeling of his tiny fingers caused my dick to swell in response. "We can't," I said and grabbed his wrist. But I didn't pull his hand away. I couldn't. He squeezed the lump in my pants, looking up at me with a longing expression. That look of desire that I craved so much. "Please, Daddy." "Dan... I want to ask you... about Luke." His hand stopped moving on my meat but held his position. "Luke?" "Yes, little mate. I don't... I don't like the way he talks to you. He sounds like he's being mean." "He is, sometimes." "So...why do you hang out with him?" "Because... well...," he began and resumed massaging my dick through the fabric of my jeans. "He lets me play with his doodle, sometimes. The same way he plays with his Daddy's." "Does he?" I asked, my voice barely a whisper, my hard cock responding to the feeling of my nine-year-old son playing with it. "Yeah. Sometimes." "And... and what do you do with Luke's doodle?" "He lets me touch it. And he puts it in my mouth." My lips were dry. I stared down at my boy. My lovely little perverted boy, with his hand in my groin, massaging his father's genitals. I let go of his wrist. "And... is that something you like to do?" Daniel nodded. "It's okay. It tastes a bit funny." "Yeah?" "Salty, I think." "Mmmm..." I managed to say, almost lost in a trance. I knew better than to let my young son feel-me-up but it felt so damn good I couldn't bring myself to stop him. "Does he...ever do that to you? On your doodle?" "Only a couple of times." "Did you like that?" "Uh-huh. But he didn't give me.... the good feeling. Not like he gets." "Oh, sorry, Dan-Dan." "Daddy?" "Yes, little mate?" "Can I see your doodle again?" My heart was racing and my cock lurched in my pants. Before I could respond, Daniel's fingers moved to the fly of my jeans and began to pull my zipper down. He looked up at me, as if seeking permission to go-ahead. Instead of stopping him, I gave him a small nod and watched as his little hand snaked inside my pants and manoeuvred its way into my underwear. I should have be protesting. Or at least pretending to. But any reservations I had melted away as I felt the warmth of his flesh taking hold of my manhood. "Oh, Danny," I whispered, leaning back against the pillow, my hand reaching out and gently rubbing his delicate shoulder. My nine-year-old boy eventually pulled my dick free of it's confines and held it in his hand as his eyes widened. I was enchanted with the look on his face whenever he looked at my penis. It was as if he was in love with it. "Is that what you wanted?" He nodded, looking up at me with his vibrant, dark-blue eyes. "Yes, Daddy. I always like your doodle." "I'm glad you like it" I said. "I love you, Daddy," said my son, shifting into a different position, while still keeping his fingers circled around my manhood. "I love you too, Dan-Dan..." I said, watching as his head lowered towards my crotch. I was momentarily dumbfounded, not realising what he was up to, and then I felt it. "Oh! Danny... oh..." I sputtered as the head of my cock entered the warm embrace of his beautiful little mouth. My hand tightened on his shoulder, almost for support, as my small son leant over me, sliding his moist lips over my shaft, his hot tongue grazing over my sensitive glans. "Aw... boy... oh my God... fuck..." "Mmmm," Daniel managed to groan as he slowly began to make love to my dick with his mouth. I leaned back a little, sighing in satisfaction as I watched my nine-year-old's lips stretched around the girth of his father's meat. And then he began to steadily move up and down on it, concentrating on sucking the head, while his warm fingers kept hold of the shaft. How the fuck did he learn this from Luke? "Aw, Danny. That feels... so wonderful," I said, almost delirious. As if encouraged, Daniel's efforts seemed to increase, slurping on my cock hungrily, lathering it up with saliva as he gave me such exquisite pleasure. He was only able to get about a third of my prick into his mouth but he was making the most of it, as if he had been doing it for years. "Oh, Christ," I said, scarcely able to believe this moment, which I long imagined during my masturbation fantasies, was actually happening. This was not how I had pictured it. I wished we were both naked and I was able to feel his smooth skin as he sat between my thighs and worshipped my cock. But it didn't matter. This was still the hottest experience of my life. My hand moved to the back of his head, running through the dark tendrils of his hair, feeling his head move back and forth as he did his best to devour my adult penis. I stared down at my cock-hungry little son, marvelling at his enthusiasm as he sucked his Daddy's dick. He would routinely run the spongy texture of his tongue around the flared head of my meat, causing me to moan loudly as feelings of ecstasy flooded my body. "You're so good at that, Dan-Dan," I said, massaging his scalp, my body twitching with the suction of his mouth on my tender meat. "I'm the luckiest Daddy in the whole world." Daniel paused a moment, pulling off of my dick. "Are you okay?" I asked, alarmed that he might be stopping. "Yes, Daddy," he said. His hand dove into the fly of my jeans again and he gently pulled my balls out, his delicate little fingers feeling wonderful on the sensitive skin. The zipper was now pulled taught around my junk, lighting biting into my skin and acting as a makeshift cock-ring. He lowered his head a little and began to lick my nuts with his tongue, causing me to hang my head back, letting out a gasp of delight. "Oh, fuck, Dan-Dan," I said, not caring that I was cursing in front of him. "Oh yeah, little mate. Lick your Daddy's balls." His hand remained wrapped around the shaft of my cock and he continued to squeeze it repeatedly, adding to the pleasure I was experiencing. I couldn't believe my nine-year-old was tasting my sweaty scrotum. The last time I lost a load was at the weekend, after witnessing Luke piss into Daniel's willing mouth. Now, despite wanting the experience to last longer, I felt the familiar tingle of an oncoming orgasm building up. "I'm... Daddy's going to make the cream soon, little mate..." Daniel lifted his head, nodding as he looked up at me, then he dived onto my erection again, swallowing my meat and drenching it with his hot saliva. "Aw.... shit... Danny," I said, spluttering my words as the suction and warmth of his mouth caused my dick to swell and throb. I felt his fingers caress the tender flesh of my nuts and my arse began to clench wildly. "Oh, little one... oh... Daddy's cumming... Daddy's..." My hand pressed down on the back of his head, forcing more of my swollen meat into his mouth, pursuing the back of his throat. I heard Daniel gagging, desperately trying to suck in air as I choked him on my cock. I wouldn't let him up, my hips rising off the bed as I thrust my erection up into him, selfishly chasing my own pleasure. The power I had over him was kinking me out, knowing that my thick, adult penis was invading my nine-year-old's orifice and possibly causing him distress. And then I let out loud cry of ecstasy as I came, my dick throbbing intensely as I lost my load, flooding my little son's mouth with my seed. "Oh... Christ, Danny... aw....!" I was almost babbling, lost in bliss as I held onto Daniel's head, listening to the gurgling sounds he made as my semen hit the back of his throat. I felt him struggle against my hand, his skin turning red and little drips of snot and cum escaping his nose. And then I heard him gulping. "That's it, little one," I said in between gasps for breath. "Swallow Daddy's milk!" I felt him eventually relax as he suckled on my meat, his little nostrils steadily sucking in air as he drained every last drop of semen from my rod. "Such a good, good boy..." Afterwards, I cradled Daniel in my arms, feeling his warm little fingers sneaking under my t-shirt and playing with the sparse hairs around my belly-button. I stared up at the ceiling, trying to ignore the sensation of his flesh exploring mine, and yet my dick still responded by chubbing up. It had finally happened. My little boy had taken my cock in his mouth and made me cum. And it had been wonderful. Beyond wonderful. "I love you, Dan-Dan," I whispered and leaned down, kissing the top of his head, caressing his arm. "I love you too, Daddy. More than anything." I didn't bother to remind him that we had to keep our dalliances a secret. I trusted him. And I didn't tell him it had to be the last time we could play together. Because I knew it wouldn't be. To be continued...