Date: Tue, 27 Feb 2024 06:05:48 +0000 From: Dr. Williams Subject: SHAWN AND LITTLE DANIEL 4 CHAPTER 4 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 4: Hot Cheeks 1983 I woke early the next morning, the memory of the previous night with Daniel rushing back to me like a kick in the stomach. I thought of my ex-wife and wondered how she would react if she knew her nine-year-old son had sucked my cock and swallowed my cum? I was drinking coffee in the living room, dressed only in my briefs, when Daniel came out, smiling at me while rubbing his eyes. He joined me on the couch and cuddled up to me and I put my arm around him, kissing his mop of dark hair. "Morning, Dan-Dan," I said. "Morning, Daddy." I leaned closer to him and whispered, "Thank you for last night, little mate." He looked up at me, smiling at me with his mouthful of slightly crooked teeth, his eyes beaming. "I made you feel good, didn't I?" Daniel asked, also whispering. "You made Daddy feel very, very good," I said, stroking his hair, my thumb caressing the side of his face. I could feel my cock stirring in my underwear as I touched my young son. "I love you, Dan-Dan." "I love you too, Daddy," he said and his tiny hand moved to rest on top of my groin, lightly pressing on the lump my dick was making in my briefs. I inhaled deeply, thrilled by his addiction to my adult prick. "I really liked sucking your doodle, Daddy," he said, almost whispering. "I liked it too," I responded, my dick now fully erect. "I wish you didn't have to go to work," Daniel said, his hand applying more pressure to my penis, which was now fully erect, bulging obscenely in my underwear. "I know, Danny," I said, letting out a sigh as my nine-year-old squeezed my cock, causing it to throb. "But you're coming with me." "And I get to see Woody!" said Daniel, smiling brightly, as his fingers slipped under the elastic of my undies, touching the sensitive skin of my hard dick. "You like Woody, don't you?" I asked, my hand stroking his arm, enjoying the silky feel of his body next to mine. "He's really good looking," said Daniel. This stung for some reason. I was used to being the object of his affections. "Hmm, do you have a crush on Woody?" I asked, tickling his skin with my fingers. He looked me in the eyes, not saying anything. We were interrupted by the sound of the telephone. Sighing, I pulled myself away from Daniel, his hand letting go of my aching ejection, and went to answer it. Who was calling so early? It was my mother. She'd been speaking to Daniel's mother and arranged for him to go for a holiday on the farm. She would pick him up tomorrow night! I reluctantly agreed, keen to get her off the phone. After hanging up, I looked at the clock and sighed. She had killed my erection. Returning to the living room I found Daniel patiently waiting for me. I tapped my watch, giving him a sad-face. "I have to get ready for work, little mate." "Aw, but Daddy -!" he began to protest before I scooped him up into my arms, holding him tightly against my bare chest as I carried him to his bedroom. I told Daniel about his trip to his grandparents as I helped him get dressed and he was clearly not happy. He always agreed to go but I knew it was only to make me happy. He didn't enjoy his vacations there and I understood why. My parents, having grown up in the Great Depression and World War II, were joyless souls. I knelt down and kissed the side of his face, saying softly in his ear, "I promise, you can taste Daddy's doodle again tonight, if you want." He pulled away from me and gave me the biggest grin, filling me with joy and making my dick harden again. I took Daniel to work after breakfast. Woody had me booked solid for delivery work and I was away most of the day, leaving my boss to look after my son. When I arrived back at work, Woody once again let me leave early, telling me that Daniel had behaved very well. "He's a good kid, Shawn," Woody said to me, winking. "You should be proud of him." "Oh, I am," I said, smiling, and hugged Daniel to me, kissing the top of his head. It was then I noticed that he smelt strongly of shampoo. As if he had recently showered. "I hope he didn't interrupt your day," I said to Woody. "Not at all." I saw my boss look down at my crotch, which he hadn't done for a while, and I felt my dick lurch a little, appreciating the admiration. "He'll be staying with my parents for a while, starting tomorrow," I said as we left. "So he won't be a bother anymore." "No bother at all," said Woody he waved goodbye to us and a strange look passed across his face. Disappointment maybe? His own son was fifteen or sixteen now and probably didn't hang around his father too much. Perhaps Daniel was filling the void? I glanced at Daniel several times as we drove home. His skin looked flushed, as if he had been exercising. And his lips were a little swollen. "What did you and Woody do today?" I asked. "Um..." said Daniel with a look of surprise. "We... I just watched some T.V. in his house." Woody was gay, or at least bisexual. I was sure of it. I was then that I wondered how he would react if he knew about Daniel's enthusiasm for man-to-man sex? "Have you... have you ever told Woody about... what you and Luke get up to?" He shook his head. "No, Daddy." "And...what you and I have done?" "No! I told you. I'm good at secrets." I ruffled his hair, feeling relieved. "I know you are, Dan-Dan." I was horrified to find my younger sister waiting for us when we arrived home. She was upset about the recent breakup with her boyfriend and asked if she could stay the night. I reluctantly agreed, my illicit plans for Daniel evaporating. While drinking half the beer in my fridge, she kept me tied up in conversation for most of the night. I had eventually excused myself to assist Daniel with his bath and put him to bed. Later, I was in the bathroom, helping him dry-off, wrapping a big towel around his wet, naked little body. "No doodle tonight. I'm sorry, Dan-Dan," I whispered, kissing his forehead. "I didn't know your Auntie would be staying over." "It's okay, Daddy," he said back to me, giving me a soft smile. "Do I have to go to Grandma's farm?" he asked as I rubbed his skin with the towel, soaking up the moisture. "Just for a while," I said, turning him around. "I know you don't want to but it will make Granny happy. Sometimes we have to do things we don't like. Bend over a bit so I can dry your bottom." Daniel rotated and leaned over the bath, allowing me a view of his smooth, naked little body. I gently dried his legs, working my way up to his small, pert bum, and then I cupped his arse, gently parting his cheeks and drying his crack with the towel. His soft skin was silken to the touch, making my dick twitch in my pants, and I imagined how wonderful it would feel to have it pressed against my crotch. I got a good look at his little hole then and noticed that the puckered skin was looking red and inflamed. "Is your bottom okay, Dan-Dan?" "What?" "Your poo-hole," I said and tickled the sensitive knot a little with my index finger, causing him to flinch and giggle. "It looks a bit sore." "I was itching it," Daniel said. "Oh," I said, my digit lingering on his arsehole a moment as a rush of filthy thoughts played in my mind. I began to gently wiggle my finger against his tiny anus again and my nine-year-old tensed up, flinching again, but quickly relaxing, letting out a little sigh. "Ooh, Daddy. That's helping the itch," he said, his voice very quiet and he leaned against the bathtub, pushing his bottom towards me. "Oh, does that feel better, little mate?" I asked, my voice husky. My cock was hardening in my jeans as I applied a little more pressure, rubbing Daniel's tiny shit-hole with the tip of my finger. It was still moist from his bath and the muscle seemed to yield, somewhat, to my probing digit, as I felt it enter him, much to my surprise. "Aw... Daddy," said my boy, sucking in a breath as my fingertip penetrated him just a fraction. I couldn't see his face, so I didn't know whether or not he was in pain. I cautiously paused the wiggling of my finger, feeling the intense heat of his opening against my skin. "Are you okay, Dan-Dan?" I whispered. "Hmmmm," was all he managed to say. Suddenly I heard my sister calling from the kitchen. Fuck! Thwarted again. I reluctantly removed my index finger from the entrance to his rectum and wrapped the towel around his waist, turning him around to face me. "We better get out there or we'll get in trouble," I said, winking. Later, around 9:30PM, my sister had fallen asleep on the couch and I stepped out the back to light up a cigarette, inhaling the smoke and enjoying the quiet and solitude. I hadn't turned the exterior light on, as it only attracted insects, so I was shrouded in darkness. A few minutes later I saw a small figure climbing over the fence from next door. I squinted, trying to make out his shape more clearly in the dark, before realising who it was. Luke! "What the...?" I whispered, watching as the ten-year-old jumped to the ground, ran across the yard and tapped several times on the window of Daniel's bedroom. The light came on, the curtains parted and my son appeared, opening up the window to let his friend in. Luke climbed inside, disappearing from view, and the curtains were left open. I took another puff on my cigarette, intrigued, and contemplated my next move. I had mixed feelings about their friendship, as it seemed to revolve around an imbalance of power. I suspected Luke had this imbalance at home, being molested by his father, Graham. Perhaps he treated my little boy so badly in order to feel some dominance? Daniel seemed to like it that way. I shouldn't be allowing them to meet up at night like this. And yet, I was very curious about what Luke might be teaching Daniel now, and my dick swelled as my imagination contemplated the different sexual acts they could be undertaking. After several minutes I butted out my cigarette and immediately lit up another one. Then I stood, slowly and silently making my way from the back porch to my son's bedroom window, squinting as I peered inside to see - Daniel, with no pyjama pants on, laying face-down on his bed. On top of him, also naked from the waist-down, was Luke, his small, well-shaped little arse clenching and his hips rising and falling as he fucked my nine-year-old son! I almost dropped my smoke as I stood there in shock, flooded by a mixture of different emotions. It was exactly as I had feared. And hoped for. My little Dan-Dan. Being screwed in the arse by his ten-year-old friend. His tiny rectum feeling a penis inside it for the first time. My prick was rock-hard as I watched my son be violated by Luke. I'd seen the kid's rod a few times now and knew it was no bigger than my little finger. Was Daniel in pain? He didn't look as though he was uncomfortable. How had this started? Who's idea had it been? I fondled my erection through the material of my jeans, incredibly turned on as, once again, I played 'Peeping Tom' on Daniel and the neighbour's kid. I hadn't realised I was such a voyeur. "Yeah...take that little dick in your arse, son," I whispered to myself, pulling my cock out and stroking it as I watched my little boy being used. Luke was practically bouncing up and down as he fucked my nine-year-old boy, who seemed so small and fragile, his eyes closed and his mouth hanging open. Was Daniel enjoying himself? Was he making any sounds? As if in answer to my question, Luke suddenly wrapped his hand around Daniel's mouth, clamping his lips together, and I saw him mouth the words "Shut up". Aw, hell. This was so nasty. Daniel must have been moaning and now he was being silenced. I had to put a stop to it... I jerked my dick with even more gusto. I imagined it was me in there with my son, my large frame looming over him as I fed my hard cock into his tight little arsehole. My little Daniel, taking my adult prick as it spread his anus open and penetrated his tiny rectum. Oh fuck. Would that make my nine-year-old cry? I tried to choke back my gasp as my orgasm arrived, my body shaking and vibrating as I stood in place, my hand flogging my cock as I blew my load. The lawn in front of me was decorated with several ropes of my cum, while the rest of the semen dribbled down over my fingers. I closed my eyes, lost in the moment of bliss, my breathing rapid and shallow. When I opened my eyes I panicked, realising some time had passed. Luke was now standing beside the bed, pulling up his trousers. It was over! Daniel was still laying on the mattress but he had turned onto his back and was also pulling up his pyjama bottoms. I rapidly stuffed my wet dick into my jeans and zipped up, moving away from the window and rushing back to the house. I cleaned up in the bathroom and then stared at myself in the mirror. I had just blown my load while watching my small son be sodomised by another boy. Worse still, I had also fantasised about doing the same thing to him, violating his tiny arse with my thick cock. What kind of sick perv was I? I awoke early the next day, wondering if I could sneak up to Daniel's room without altering my sister, who had slept on the couch. I was extremely horny, having spent most of the night dreaming about having my son's hot little mouth on my cock again. And the possibility of fucking him. Then I heard the loud clanging sound of a frypan and I knew my sister was awake and in the kitchen. Molesting Daniel again would have to wait. Later, as we ate breakfast, I waited until my sister disappeared to use the bathroom, before raising the subject of his nocturnal activities. "Danny...I saw Luke sneak into your bedroom last night." "Oh..." he said, staring at me with a look of surprise. "I'm sorry, Daddy." "It was very late. You should have been asleep." "I - he ... he didn't stay long -" "I know. I saw what you were up to." I heard Daniel suck in his breath. "Oh... but how?" "You always forget to close your curtains. That's how," I said, giving him a wink. "Look, Dan-Dan, I'm not angry about what you were doing. I just...I need to know that Luke wasn't...hurting you." "It didn't hurt too much, Daddy. He's not bigger than a finger," he said, smiling, and then the smile vanished, as if he realised he'd said the wrong thing. "A finger?" I said, glancing at his tiny hand. Daniel looked away, staring at his bowl of cereal. Hmm, what was happening? "You're not in trouble, Danny," I said and he nodded, maintaining his silence. My sister offered to drive Daniel to our parent's house, saving them a trip, so I had to say goodbye to him before I left for work. While he was gone, I missed him terribly. I got a surprise call from my mother on the following Tuesday evening. "I had to take him over my knee, Shawn," she said, sounding shrill and exasperated. "You spanked him?" I asked, surprised. While she and my father had routinely punished me and my siblings growing up, they had never taken a hand to my child before. "I had to. He...he was being completely inappropriate with your brother." Rohan was my baby brother, aged seventeen. He was in his final year of school and the last of my siblings to still be living at home. He was almost six-foot and strongly resembled me at the same age. "Rohan? What happened?" I asked, apprehension creeping in. "He wanted to see your...his uncle's genitals." I sucked in my breath. Oh, Danny! "Mum... I see. Um..." "Can you pick him up? If you don't mind me saying, he needs a good talking to about his filthy mind. And another spanking wouldn't hurt that dirty little boy, either." I phoned my ex-wife to tell her what had happened. I hadn't wanted to, so I could protect Daniel's privacy, but I knew my mother would phone her to make sure we had punished him sufficiently. She insisted that I bring him back to her house. I arrived at my parent's farm later that night. Daniel ran out of the house to meet me, throwing his arms around me, his face pressing into my belly. "I missed you, Daddy," he said, his voice small and quiet. I squeezed him to me, looking over his shoulder to see my mother coming out of the house, carrying Daniel's suitcase, scowling as she looked at us. "I missed you too, little mate," I said softly. On the drive to his mother's house I asked Daniel to tell what had happened between him and my younger brother. "I was sleeping in Uncle Rohan's room. And I sometimes see his doodle, when he gets out of bed," Daniel said. "He doesn't wear any clothes." "So, why did you ask him to look at it?" I asked. "Well...I wanted to see it...hard. I wanted to see if it was really big. Like your doodle." "Oh, Dan-Dan," I said, smiling, feeling my dick twitch as I responded to him praising my penis. "And...what happened?" "He told Granny that I wanted to look at his willy. And she spanked me. Hard. And called me names." I gulped. My mother could be a bitch. "What...names?" "She said I was a dirty little boy." We were soon at my ex-wife's. After Daniel went to his bedroom, I tried to speak to her about his actions. "Look, I'm sure Danny was just curious. He's a growing boy-" I said. "Maybe. But he could get in trouble if he tries that with anyone else, Shawn," she said, poking me in the chest. "Big trouble!" "I'm sure he won't -" "I'm going to make sure. He's going to get the spanking of a lifetime!" "My mother's already done that," I said. "I'll bet she did. And now you're going to give him a proper one." I groaned. She always left discipline to me. She saw my look. "Look, he has to learn a lesson. What if he does that to an adult? Your boss, for instance? Someone might call the police on both of us!" She paused, reddening in the face. "You know what your mother will be saying about me, as a parent, don't you?" "That's your concern?" "Just do it now. And don't go easy on him." I went to the bathroom first and looked at my reflection in the mirror. I hated punishing Daniel like this. But I could also see my wife's point about the impact of his behaviour. A few minutes later I entered Daniel's bedroom to find him laying down, his head on the pillow. He turned to look at me, smiling. And then his smile faded when he saw the grim look on my face. He sat up as I walked over to him and perched on the edge of the bed. "Danny...I have to punish you for what happened." His bottom lip began to tremble a little as he looked up at me. "But...why? Granny already spanked me." I touched his shoulder, massaging it slightly. "I know, Dan-Dan. But...your Mummy wants to make sure you don't...do it again. You see, if anyone found out...that you were looking at...or playing with...a grown up doodle..." "I could get in trouble," Daniel said, looking crestfallen. "Well...in a way. It's also about how people will think about you." "I don't care." "Well, you need to. Because, also, the grown up could get in a lot of trouble too." He looked me in the eyes. We were talking about more than just he and his Uncle Rohan now. He nodded then, bowing his head, as if in deference. "It's not fair, Daddy," he said in a meek voice. "I'm sorry, little mate," I said, pulling him closer to me and dragging him lengthways across my lap, so that his groin was resting on top of mine. I carefully pulled down his pyjama-bottoms, moving them down to his ankles, exposing the soft, tender flesh of his tiny little bottom. His arse cheeks were already a pinkish colour, no doubt from the spanking my mother gave him. I saw Daniel crane his head back to look at me, tears in his eyes. "Please, Daddy. Don't. I promise I won't look at any more doodles -" Whack! My open hand landed on Daniel's bare arse with a loud, sharp clapping sound. My son let out a high-pitched cry of anguish, tensing up as the small cheeks of his tiny bum clenched, flushing with extra colour. "Ooow!" Daniel wailed, bursting into tears and breaking my heart. He looked away from me, burying his head into the mattress and crying. Thwack! I smacked him again, feeling his tiny frame convulse under my touch, and he let out another small shriek, muffled by the bed-covers. "I have to do this, Danny," I said and delivered him another blow, my palm landing evenly across both of his reddening arse cheeks. "Daddy!" Daniel cried, sobbing now, and I knew his rear-end would be stinging terribly. He twisted around on my lap, his little groin grinding into my genitals. And then I realised I was getting an erection. As if on auto-pilot, my hips lifted so I could rub myself against Daniel's crotch, my hardening dick chasing his touch. I smacked him once more and felt him push against me, as if trying to escape, putting more pressure on my manhood. "Aaaahh!" Daniel wailed. "Just a few more," I said, looking down at his pink little arse, looking so sore and tender, my cock now rigid in my pants. Oh Christ, was I actually enjoying this? And then I felt it - Daniel's erection. His tiny little penis was unmistakably hard and pressing against my crotch. He was bawling his eyes out. Was his body just responding to my touch? Was there some part of him that was... enjoying this too? I spanked him again, hard, the sharp sound almost echoing around the bedroom, and this time my hand lingered on the skin of his bottom. His flesh felt burning hot beneath my touch and I knew he must be in pain. I listened to his crying, disturbed. Is that how he would sound if I fucked him in the arse? Shawn! I lifted my hand one more time and delivered my quivering boy a final smack to his tender bottom, causing him to shriek once more and continue to empty his tears onto the mattress. I massaged his buns, feeling the heat rising from his wounded flesh, hoping it would somehow smooth him. "I hate you!" Daniel cried, his voice muffled by the bed sheets. "No, you don't," I said, trying to sound soothing. "I'm sorry I had to do that." "Hmmmph!" Daniel said, sounding indignant. On top of my dick, I could still feel the hard shape of his little erection, poking into me like a tiny nail. "Your doodle seemed to like it," I said quietly, squeezing one his arse cheeks as softly as I could. "Ouch!" Daniel said, his voice whining. "My bottom hurts," he said, sniffling, his sobs finally subsided. I listened carefully. Further down the hall I could make out the faint sounds of the television being switched on, meaning my ex-wife was occupied for the moment. "Turn over," I whispered to him. He gave me a look of distrust so I took his hips and began to move him myself. He quickly complied and soon he was laying across my lap, facing upwards. I pulled him up into a sitting position, his naked arse sitting on top of my swollen crotch, and hugged him closer to me. "Dan-Dan..." I began. "No!" Daniel said, his bottom lip dropping as he sulked. I kissed him on the neck, nuzzling in and grazing his tender skin with my stubble. While this would normally elicit giggles from him, now he just squirmed in my arms, making gestures to push me away. But I could see that he was trying not to smile. "Daddy loves you, little mate," I whispered, kissing the back of his neck and letting my tongue graze across his soft skin. Fucking delicious. Daniel let out a small sigh, betraying his improving mood. "Am I a dirty boy, Daddy?" Oh, I could kill my mother! "No, Danny. I don't think so at all. Granny shouldn't have said that to you." "Is it because I like doodles?" "A little bit," I said, trying to be as honest as I could. "Most people don't...expect little boys to be interested in doodles. Especially grown-up doodles. Some people... think it's wrong for boys to feel that way." "Do you?" I kissed his neck, inhaling his special boy-scent, then leaned back a bit to look at him. "No way. You're special, little mate. You always have been. Some boys like collecting bugs, or playing with train sets. You...like doodles." He giggled when I said this, thrilling me. "Big ones!" It was strangely sensual moment. My nine-year-old son, half-naked, in my arms, his weight pressing down on my hard cock. I looked down at his stiff little penis. I had never been attracted to a male before. But Daniel was different. My feelings for him, and about him, seemed to come from a place within me that I had never explored, or acknowledged. And I realised, in the selfish pursuit of my own pleasure, our encounters had always focused on my needs. On my cock. "There's a doodle that I really like," I said, my hand reaching between his sweaty little thighs and taking hold of his tiny erection. Daniel sucked in his breath, looking down as my fingers began to manipulate his tender member. Even hard, it was barely the size of my small finger, but it was rigid, as if it were fortified with metal. "Mmm," Daniel said, obviously enjoying the sensation of me touching his genitals. I spat onto my fingers and returned them to his little dick, lubricating it with my saliva. My nine-year-old groaned as I began to masturbate him properly, my slimy digits gliding up and down his tiny erection as I sought to pleasure him. He looked at me, his dark blue eyes widening in surprise, and I stared back at him with a loving expression, thrilled that I was able to give him a new experience. "You're my favourite boy in the whole world," I said into his ear, enjoying the sensation of having him pressed against me and sitting on top of my erection. "I love you so much, little mate." "I...I love you too, Daddy. I'm sorry for what I did." "Shhh," I said in his ear. "I know you are. Just let Daddy make you feel good." "Okay," he whispered, his eyes closing. "It tickles, Daddy." "Do you want me to stop?" "No. It's a...good tickle." His eyes opened and he gave me a soft smile. I stared at his lips, almost hypnotised, and then found myself leaning in to kiss him. He responded immediately, kissing me back, albeit a little awkwardly. I felt the heat rising between us as our lips mashed together and I slightly increased the speed of my strokes, my fingers varying the pressure on his hard little 'doodle' as I wanked him. "Mmm," he moaned, unable to articulate, but I felt the vibration on my mouth. My free hand also went to his groin, my thumb lightly tickling his little nutsack, while my index finger rubbed the sensitive skin of his perineum. Daniel sighed as I worked his genitals, opening his lips a little wider. Impulsively, I slipped my tongue into him as we kissed, gently invading his mouth and running it over his teeth. I felt his tongue touch mine then, mimicking my movements, and I responded passionately, my lips locking onto his as we began to French-kiss. Slowly and sensually, our tongues undertook their own dance, intertwining and writhing against each other. Fucking hell, this was so good. I was to desperate to get completely naked and make love to him, properly. The moment was so perfect. The only thing that could have improved it was if my hard cock was embedded inside his tight little arse. I knew then that one day I would fuck my son. I would know the feeling of having my dick buried balls-deep inside his rectum. I know he would let me violate him like that. After a few moments Daniel's eyes widened and he pulled back from our kiss as an expression of panic spread across his face. "Daddy... I think..." I grinned. I remembered the first time I had an orgasm, at age eleven, and how I felt as if I was going to wet myself."Little mate. You probably feel like you're about to do a wee. But you're not going to, I promise." "I know, I know. This is the good feeling -" "Oh..." I said, surprised. He'd already had an orgasm? Daniel's eyes closed, as if surrendering to the sensations of my touch, a smile crossing his face. His body shuddered as I increased the speed and pressure on his rigid little penis. "Daddy....oh...oh..." the boy muttered, then sucked in his breath as his hips began to jolt slightly. "Oh, yeah, Dan-Dan," I said. "That's the way. Just let it happen..." My middle finger snaked down further under his legs and in between the cheeks of his reddened, tender bum. Daniel's eyes bulged as the tip of my finger made contact with the sensitive skin of his hot little anus. "Daddy!" he said, becoming breathless. "Shhhhh," I said, leaning closer and whispering into his ear. My finger began to lightly wiggle against the tight knot of his arsehole, causing his legs to vibrate. "Mmm," Daniel said, groaning. "More." "More...?" "Finger..." he said and his anus tightened against the tip of my middle finger, as if for emphasis. Excited, I wet my digit with saliva and returned it to his arse, coating the sensitive knot with my mouth-slime, getting him wet. He sighed at my ministrations and let out a sharp whine when I penetrated his bottom, the tip of my finger forcing his ring open. Oh my God, the heat. "Is...is that what you wanted, Dan-Dan?" I whispered. "Mmm, yes...Daddy..." I'd seen him take Luke's cock in his arse. And, with this in mind, I pushed forward, sinking my middle finger into his shit-hole until I could go no further. Daniel's body arched as my digit invaded his little bum, his face screwing up, as if in pain. I felt his anus clamp down hard around my knuckle and he sucked in his breath hard. I knew I should have been more gentle. But fuck, how hot and tight was his arsehole? "Daddy...!" Daniel managed to say and then let out a high pitched groan as I felt his tiny, rock-hard erection throbbing and twitching within my fingers. "Oh....oh..." he said, whimpering and groaning. I wiggle my middle finger inside his rectum, hoping to further increase his stimulation. "Oh, little mate..." I said, almost in a delirious state as I watched my nine-year-old son enjoy the ecstasy of his orgasm. I could feel the ring of his arse spasming around my finger as the muscles of his groin repeatedly clenched. Daniel's little chest heaved as he sucked in air, panting furiously, his stiff boy-cock pulsing as I continued to stroke him. The look of joy on his face was exquisite and I watched him carefully as he rode the crest and came down from his dry-orgasm, his breathing gradually returning to normal and his eyes slowly opening. His skin was now flushed and he stared at me with lazy eyes, a small smile on his beautiful face. "Oh... that was...good," he said, his voice almost stammering, and I'm sure his heart was still pounding. I had stopped stroking his little penis but it remained hard in my hand. My middle finger remained in its position, pressed deep inside the warmth of Daniel's tiny shit-hole. A moment of silence ensued and I reluctantly let go of his little dick, then carefully withdrew my finger from the depths of his arse. He flinched as my digit pulled free of his anus, shivering a little. I hugged him closer as he eventually relaxed, seeming to languish in the afterglow of his orgasm, a dreamy expression on his face. "So... you've had the good feeling before?" I asked after a while, my voice quiet. "Just once," he said, not making eye contact with me. "With Luke?" "Uh, yeah," he said. I went to bed that night and was troubled by lurid thoughts as I drifted off to sleep. I had felt the hot, tight paradise of my nine-year-old's arsehole with my finger. And it had been everything I had ever fantasised about. My cock stiffened as I imagined asking Daniel if I could penetrate his bottom with my 'doodle'. Would he be willing to risk having an adult-sized dick inside him? Would he let his beloved Daddy fuck his tiny bum-hole? I smiled to myself, already knowing the answer. Of course he would. To be continued...