Date: Fri, 01 Mar 2024 20:22:32 +0000 From: Dr. Williams Subject: SHAWN AND LITTLE DANIEL 5 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-Con) (British English) Feedback is always welcome. Email: Dr.Williams.Author@proton.me Twitter/X: @DrWill9375 "SHAWN & LITTLE DANIEL" By Dr. Williams Chapter 5: The Banana Revelation 1983 A few days later I picked Daniel up from his mother's and took him to work with me again, at his request. It was the first time I'd seen him since the spanking and fingering incident. We didn't discuss it in the car but I planned to when we went home. I hadn't given Woody the heads-up, yet he seemed anything but upset when he saw Daniel was with me, a look of delight lighting up his face as we arrived. It was a hotter than normal day and Daniel was dressed in small shorts and a t-shirt, a small school bag over his shoulder. "I thought you were at your Grandparents?" Woody said, addressing Daniel, his eyes running over my son's exposed limbs. Then he looked at me, raising his eyebrows. "He came home early," I explained. "Long story. Is it okay if he stays here today? He asked if he could and...I know it's short notice." "It's not a problem at all," Woody said cheerfully, pausing as he seemed to consider things. "He can tag along with me on my deliveries this afternoon. Give him something to do." "That would be great. Thanks," I said, seeing Daniel smile at the suggestion. "I'd take him with me but there's no room in the cab." "Don't worry about it," Woody said and I left to commence my work deliveries, while Daniel followed Woody to his office. At the end of the day, when I finally returned to work, Woody told me Daniel was asleep in the delivery van, which was parked in the shade. My boss watched as I carried my small, sleeping son out to my vehicle and drove away. At home, I took Daniel to his bedroom and laid him down, very surprised that he still hadn't woken up. I shook him gently and he eventually roused, slowly opening his eyes. "Daddy?" "Hey, Dan-Dan," I said softly. "You had a big sleep." "Mmm," he said, blinking as he looked around his bedroom. "When did we get home?" "A while ago," I said. "Did you want any dinner, little mate?" He shook his head, his eyes drooping. "No, Daddy. Can I sleep a little bit?" "Of course, Dan-Dan," I said. "I'll get you into your pyjamas." It didn't take me long to remove his shorts and t-shirt, lifting and manipulating his limbs as he remained limp and pliable, like a rag-doll. His eyes were closed and he seemed to be asleep again. There was something not right about this. I had never known Daniel to tire so easily. Not since he was a toddler, anyway. I carefully pulled down his underwear, revealing his bald little genitals and his soft, smooth little bottom. I gently pulled on his pyjamas and pulled the doona cover over him. I took his other clothes through to the laundry, dumping them in the basket. I was about to leave the room when I noticed something odd. A damp stain on the back of his 'Superman' underwear. Later that night, I went back to Daniel's room to check on him. He was still asleep but his eyes opened when I sat on the edge of the bed. "Did you have an accident today, Dan-Dan?" "Accident?" "Uh-huh. There was a damp spot on your little undies. I thought maybe...?" "What?" Daniel asked, frowning. "Maybe you did a fart and followed through?" I asked, chuckling. "Perhaps a little bit of bottom-juice?" Daniel giggled. "Bottom-juice?" "Yeah, little mate. Like, you know, a bit of runny poo." He nodded then, a strange smile crossing his face. "Um, yes...yeah. I think it was. Am I in trouble?" "No, of course not," I said, grinning at him. "I was just making sure you weren't feeling sick or anything." "I'm just tired, Daddy," he said, yawning. No request to see my dick? I picked him up and carried him to the kitchen, where I had a meal waiting for him. He ate it without much enthusiasm and his eyelids remained heavy. Later, after some excessive yawning, I put him back to back. "Are you sure you feel okay, Dan-Dan?" I asked. His eyes were beginning to close again. "I just want to sleep, Daddy." I patted his arm, pulling up the bed covers to his neck and kissing the top of his head. "Goodnight, little mate." I retreated to the garage later that night, lifting weights as I let my mind wander and think about Daniel. I was concerned about him being so lethargic. And I was deeply disappointed that we hadn't had a chance to enjoy each other's bodies again. He was fine the next morning, seemingly full of life and shovelling down his breakfast cereal, as if ravenous. And I let go of my concerns. While he was eating, my ex-wife phoned to say that she had decided to start her holidays the following week, to spend time with Daniel before he went back to school. Which meant I didn't have to take him to work anymore. Woody seemed disappointed when I told him, assuring me that Daniel was never a problem. "You've got a well behaved boy there, Shawn," he said. When the Australia Day public holiday came around, Daniel's mother was called in to do a shift at the hospital, interrupting her time-off. I was thrilled that I would be spending 24 hours with Daniel, alone. But this was spoilt when my neighbour, Graham, invited himself over to my house for a barbecue. I was very reluctant to spend an afternoon with Graham, under any circumstances, and I was also pissed that my plans for being alone with Daniel had largely evaporated. To try and make the situation bearable I invited Woody along. Australia Day arrived and Daniel's mother dropped him off early in the morning. I was sitting on the couch, only in my boxers when he came running into the living room and threw himself at me. "Daddy!" he cried out, burying his face in my chest as I wrapped my arms around him. "Hey, Dan-Dan," I said, kissing his head and inhaling his scent. "I missed you so much, beautiful boy." Later, after my shower, I contemplated what to wear. I thought about Woody for a moment and how much he seemed to enjoy looking at my crotch. I selected a pair of my older football shorts, which were dark blue and now very snug on me. Then I chose a grey t-shirt of mine that was a very tight fit, hugging my biceps and torso. I glanced at the mirror and laughed at myself, seeing the bulge my cock was making in the shorts. Woody would fucking love this. When Woody arrived, I was in the backyard working at the barbecue and Daniel ran out to the front of the house to greet him. When he appeared again, he was holding onto my boss's hand. "Dad, Woody's here!" my son announced and I turned to smile at them, a can of beer in my hand. I saw Woody take in my outfit, his eyebrows raising, despite his best efforts to look disinterested. "Hey, boss man," I said, shaking his hand, watching with in fascination as his eyes drank in my body, paying particular attention to my groin. I wish it didn't titillate me so much to see the desire in his eyes. Was my ego really so thirsty? Graham and Luke arrived soon after this and we got on with our day, the adults drinking beer while the two boys wrestled on the grass. At one point, Graham yelled at Luke for something extremely trivial and I saw Woody give the man a sharp look of disapproval. After lunch, Graham, Luke and I played cricket but Woody declined, citing a wonky shoulder. Instead, Daniel took my boss indoors to show him his collection of Dr. Who books. "Behave yourself, Danny," I said to my son as they disappeared inside. He only glanced back at me and flashed me a grin. The pair were seated back at the picnic table when we finished the game and soon after that Graham went home, returning with two bottles of whisky. I didn't normally drink spirits so my tolerance for strong alcohol was low. And this is where my memory of events becomes hazy, to say the least. My neighbour seemed to be refilling my glass constantly and I was extremely intoxicated within a few hours. Woody eventually told me that I needed a rest and he was soon helping me into the house while I clung to him, unable to stand upright. I don't exactly remember what happened next. I seem to remember having a lurid dream, where Daniel was rubbing my cock. But then he turned into Woody, which was very confusing for me. I have a strong image in my head of him massaging my dick through my shorts and I remember thinking that it felt good. The next morning, I woke in my bedroom, my head pounding with a painful hangover. I was still dressed and had a blanket draped over me. When I made my way out to the kitchen, I found Woody serving up breakfast to Daniel and Luke. I frowned at the boys, surprised at how quiet they were. My boss left me to it, and allowed me to come into work late that day. On Monday, Woody invited Daniel to stay the weekend at his house, so he and Niles could watch broadcasts of the first two 'Star Wars' films. That night, I phoned Daniel at his mother's and he was thrilled when I told him. As I tried to sleep that night I thought about Niles for a moment. And wondered why a fifteen-year-old be interested in hanging out with a boy of nine? And then, I couldn't help but wonder if Daniel had asked if he could see the older boy's dick. He had spent so much time on Woody's property. He had probably had spent more time with Niles than I realised. Friday finally arrived and I dropped Daniel off at Woody's house, which was on the same lot as the business. Before we got out of the car, I quietly said to Daniel, "Remember, Danny. No...asking to see anyone's doodle. Okay?" "Yes, Daddy," he said, rolling his eyes a little and then grinning at me. It was a cooler day and Daniel was dressed in a yellow jumper and blue tracksuit pants. He smiled brightly when he saw Woody and my boss returned the look, looking like old friends that had been reunited. "Good to see you, Danny," Woody said. "Hi, Woody," Daniel said, flashing him a smile. His dark hair was still damp from his bath and the ends of it were curling up, giving him the look of an angelic urchin. "You ready for some Star Wars?" My boss asked. "Yeah. I can't wait." Woody looked at me. "You can leave him with me if you want. I'll set him up at the house so you can get on with your work." "No worries," I said and then looked at my son. "You remember what we talked about?" "I'll be well behaved," said Daniel, with an obedient tone. As I walked off to start my day of deliveries, I looked back and saw Woody take Daniel's shoulder, guiding him towards the house and disappearing inside. On Sunday afternoon, I was in the kitchen, helping myself to my fourth beer, when Woody's car arrived in our driveway. Through the window I saw Daniel sitting in the passenger seat, Woody's hand on his shoulder. They were looking at each other, speaking, and I saw Daniel shake his head, smiling a little. Then Daniel got out of the car and began to walk towards the house. I quickly made my way to the front door, opening it and ushering him inside. I then ran out to Woody's car before he could drive off. He wound the window down, smiling at me. "Thanks for bringing him home, Woody," I said, returning the smiles, hoping he couldn't tell I was a little drunk. "Was he any trouble?" "None at all. He's a good kid, Shawn." I eyed him a moment and then nodded. "Good. Good to hear. I'll see you tomorrow. Thanks again." I tapped the top of his car as a way of saying goodbye and then made my way back to the house. Daniel was in the living room, having dumped his bag in the hallway, and was playing with some of his toys. "Did you have a good time at Woody's?" I asked, ruffling his hair as I moved past him to sit on the couch. I expected him to run up and cuddle me, like he usually did, but he remained transfixed on his toy aeroplane. "Danny?" He finally looked up, smiling. "Yes, Daddy. Woody took Niles and I to the movies." "What did you see?" "The Year of Living...in Danger. I think" I raised my eyebrows. I knew the film he meant and it was not suitable for someone Daniel's age. "Really? I see. Well that was nice of Woody to do that." A while later Daniel stood up to go to the bathroom. As he moved out of the room I noticed he had a slight limp. "Are you okay, Dan-Dan? You're walking funny." He looked back at me, giving a little grin. "I'm okay. My...leg feels a bit sore, that's all." Daniel went to bed very early that night. He said he was too tired to read me a chapter of his Dr. Who novel. I was disappointed, as he was returning to his mother's the next day. And I had been hoping he would be interested in touching my cock again. That night I couldn't help but think about Niles. Daniel's lack of interest in my cock was making me wonder if he was having that need fulfilled elsewhere. Could Niles be indulging my nine-year-old son and letting him play with his growing dick? I thought about the sexual confidence Daniel seem to suddenly gain after I started taking him to my workplace. Was he learning that stuff from Niles? As the school holidays came to a close, some friends invited me to go camping at one of my favourite spots. I invited Woody's family along as well, hoping to see Niles and Daniel interact with each other and see if my suspicions were correct. In the end, only Woody came along for the weekend, saying his wife and children had other plans. He joined us on the Saturday and we all had a good day eating, drinking and swimming. I slept soundly that night, having consumed too much alcohol, once again. The next morning I woke to find that Daniel wasn't in the tent beside me. I got up and went outside to search for him. I was moving past Woody's tent when I heard the unmistakable sound of my son's voice. "Danny?" I said. I heard the sound of shuffling from inside Woody's tent and I quickly knelt down, unzipping the opening and sticking my head in. Daniel was under the sleeping bag with my boss. They almost seemed as if they were cuddled up against each other. "Danny?" I hissed, confused, my eyes darting between the pair. "I thought I heard you. What are you doing?" "He just came to say good morning, mate," Woody said quietly, looking slightly nervous. "What?" I asked, frowning. "Sorry, Daddy," said Daniel, lighting up with a grin. "You weren't awake so I came to see if Woody was." I gave them an awkward smile, feeling very unsure about what I was looking at. Woody patted Daniel on the shoulder and smiled. "You better get moving, Danny." "Yeah, mate. I'm sure Woody would like some privacy," I said, noticing his exposed bare arm and shoulder. Daniel nodded and pushed back the sleeping bag to move away, inadvertently exposing the top half of Woody's hairy naked body. And his erection. His hard cock was impressive looking. Cut, like myself, and maybe a similar size, joined to some hefty looking balls. The moment was brief and Woody quickly snatched the sleeping bag and covered himself up. Daniel scooted past me and Woody wouldn't look me in the eye for a moment. When he finally did, I could tell he was disconcerted. He shrugged, blushing. "Sorry, mate," he said. "I wasn't expecting company so..." I squinted at him, nodded, then withdrew from the tent, zipping it up behind me. What the fuck? Later, as we all ate breakfast, Woody avoided talking to me. We all took a boat out fishing mid-morning and I could feel my boss watching me as I showed Daniel how to thread a worm onto the fishing hook. Daniel went swimming after lunch and Woody also disappeared. It was several hours later when they both reappeared, together. talking to each other in quiet voices. Woody left the camp shortly after that. I also decided to pack up and take Daniel home. On the drive, I quizzed Daniel about his day. "Were you swimming the whole afternoon? You were gone for a long time." Daniel was prepared with generic responses. "I swam. I went and played on the beach for a while. The sun was hot." "Why were you with Woody when you came back to camp?" Daniel shrugged. "He...he was at the river, swimming. He walked back with me." After we got home, Daniel helped me bring in all the camping gear and put it away in the garage. I drank several beers while I worked, agitated about my thoughts regarding Woody. We ate early and Daniel went off to his bedroom to read while I watched the news on TV. A while later, after my fifth beer, I stopped by Daniel's room to find him asleep on his bed. I looked at my watch. It wasn't even 7:00PM yet. Perhaps he was just exhausted from swimming? I sat on the side of the mattress and felt his forehead. His temperature seemed okay. I decided to get him changed into his pyjamas and gently stripped his clothes off. While I was pulling down his trousers, he seemed to rouse from his slumber, his droopy eyes staring at me. "Hello, Daddy," he said, his voice soft. "I'm just putting you in your PJs," I said, pulling his pants free of his ankles and then moving down his undies. When his genitals were visible I gave his little penis a tickle, making him giggle a little. "Danny-Doodle!" I said and gave a sinister little laugh. "Hmm," he managed to say and his heavy eyelids closed. He must have been swimming all afternoon to be so tired. I carried his dirty garments over to the laundry basket next to the door, tossing them in. Then I paused, staring down, and then reached back into the basket to retrieve Daniel's underwear. There was a damp patch on the arse of his undies. Just like the last time Daniel had spent the day in my workplace. I lifted his undies to my nose and froze as the smell hit my nostrils. Cum. I shook a little, dumbfounded. I sniffed again, just to make sure I was right. Yep, it was definitely semen. It couldn't have been Daniel's. He was too young. And the patch was on the back of his underwear. I looked back at Daniel and then made my way back over to the bed, staring down at his naked, sleeping form. I sat on the edge of the mattress, turning his body so that he was laying on his stomach. Then I took hold of his smooth little arse cheeks, pulling them apart to take a look at his hole. "Fuck," I whispered to myself, looking at his anus, which was red and inflamed. The puckered skin looked swollen and seemed to glisten, as if it were wet. I touched his hole with my finger and brought it up to my nostrils. Yep, it was spunk and the faint smell of...? I couldn't be sure. I gently shook his shoulder and his eyes opened again. "Danny...has anyone been playing with your bottom?" He looked at me, his forehead creasing, as if confused. "My bottom?" "Your poo-hole," I said, my voice soft. "Has anyone...put anything inside you? Apart from Luke, I mean." "Hmmm. No, Daddy." He frowned at me, as though I was being silly, and yawned, closing his eyes again. I didn't believe him. Not when there was evidence of cum on his underwear and his arsehole looked as thought he'd been violated. But Daniel was good at keeping secrets. He'd told me so many times. He'd kept our secret, as far as I knew. It was more than plausible that he was keeping someone else's secret as well. I stood up, staring into space for a moment. I was too drunk to think properly. I opened one of his drawers to get some pyjamas for him, choosing his favourite 'Superman' set. I pulled them out and then paused - there was a long shape, wrapped in cling-film, buried beneath his other clothes. I pulled it out to see that it was a...banana? I glanced over at my sleeping son, then carefully unwrapped the object. Yes, it was a plastic banana, almost the size of an adult dick. I held it up to my nose and it smelled strongly of soap, as if it had recently been cleaned. What the hell was this? Was my son using this as a sex toy? Where on Earth did it come from? I wrapped the banana up again and returned it to its hiding place. I considered dressing him in his pyjamas but decided against it, pulling the covers over him instead. I went to the living room, letting Daniel sleep some more, and I cracked open another beer, sitting on the couch and staring into space. My drunken brain was trying to make everything fit together... And then it finally hit me like a ton of bricks: Woody. I'd been thinking that it might have been Woody's son, Niles. But no. Of course it was Woody. It was obvious. How could I have been so stupid? The thought had been lingering at the back of my mind ever since this morning, when I'd found Daniel in Woody's tent. I knew he was gay, or at least bisexual. He'd been indiscreetly checking out the bulge in my jeans for the past few years. And he always took time to look Daniel's physique up and down whenever he first saw him. He was the only other man my son spent any time with. I knew how keen Daniel was on playing with an adult cock. Had Woody taken advantage of this? Had he been one step ahead of me the whole time? I carefully replayed events of the last month in my mind, the jigsaw pieces coming together in my drunken stupor: The first time I took Daniel to work, he spent the day in Woody's office. That night he gave me a hand-job, suddenly acquiring the knowledge of how to jerk-off an adult cock. Had Woody taught him that? The next time he had spent the day at Woody's house, 'drinking lemonade'. Daniel had said that Niles was there that day. But was that a lie? That night, Daniel had sucked my cock for the first time and swallowed my cum. Oh fuck, had Woody got his dick into my son's mouth before me? And how long had Woody been playing with Daniel's arse? Is that why my son was suddenly letting Luke fuck him? Why, when I had jerked him off, he had asked for me to finger his tiny hole? I remembered the drowsy state Daniel was in after spending time with Woody, once after travelling with him on a delivery and the other time when he had spent the weekend there. Was he giving my son a drug of some kind? A pain killer? I felt a multitude of different reactions simmering inside me. One was rage. At Woody. That he would betray my trust and molest my little nine-year-old. That he let my boy touch his dick. That he got Daniel to suck his cock. And that he had, possibly, fucked my son's tiny little bottom. Before I had. I also felt strangely hurt that Daniel had let himself be violated by my boss. And that he had probably been more than willing to let Woody do whatever he wanted to his little body. Fuck! I shouldn't have been surprised. Daniel had been wanting to play with my cock since he was a toddler. And I'd been teasing him with my nudity all along, titillated by his fascination with my genitals and naked body. But I'd largely held back on letting our sexual interaction progress too far. Too scared of being a bad father. Too frightened about being caught. Poor Daniel. It was only natural that he would jump at the chance to explore the body of another adult man, given the opportunity. And I had delivered him right into Woody's hands by taking him to work and using him as a babysitter. I finished off my beer and went to the bathroom, emptying my bladder. As my piss splashed into the toilet, I stared at the wall in front of me. I couldn't do anything about Woody right now. I would have to think about the actions of my boss at a later time. For now I was contemplating finally acting on my darkest desire. I returned to Daniel's room, where he was still sleeping. I moved back to the bed, sitting down and gently pulling the covers away from his naked body. My hands returned to Daniel's bottom, parting his cheeks again. I had to know if he had been fucked. I put my middle and index fingers together, pressing them against his puffy anus and pushing forward. "Oooh..." Daniel said, his eyes opening a little as my two fingers slid in until the second knuckle. "Daddy? What... what are you doing?" "Just taking your temperature, little mate," I said. He had definitely been stretched recently. His anus was clamped down around my fingers, but not as tightly as I would have expected. The inside of his arse was warm and slick. A mixture of cum and lubricant, perhaps? I moved my two digits about, testing the elasticity of my boy's rectum. While it was still incredibly snug, I could tell that he had been penetrated. I was sure of it; Woody had fucked my son. Daniel moaned as my fingers continued to move inside his little bottom. "Daddy...?" he said, looking at me. "Does that hurt, Dan-Dan?" I asked, wiggling my digits a little to get a reaction. His back arched when I did this, clearly sensitive to the movement. "It... it tickles..." he managed to say, his expression hard to read. I gently pulled my fingers back, withdrawing them from the heat of his tiny rectum, and then I rubbed his arse cheeks, enjoying their silky smooth texture. I realised my dick was rock-hard and straining to be let out. I pulled down my zipper and set it free, wrapping my hands around the shaft and gently stroking it while my free hand continued to touch Daniel's tiny bottom. "Are you sure no-one's been playing with your bottom, little mate?" I asked. "Yes, Daddy," he said, his voice meek. He was not looking at me any longer and I could see his eyes had moved to stare at my erection. "I can see your doodle." "Yes, mate," I said, then stood up, towering above my tiny, naked son, and began to undress, pulling down my jeans and underwear. His eyes watched as my body was revealed, and he smiled when I pulled my t-shirt over my head, revealing my broad chest to him. Once I was naked I got back onto the bed, sitting next to my boy. I took one of his hands and lifted it to my nipple, pressing it against my flesh. "Touch me, Danny," I said. He obeyed me immediately, his fingers tweaking my tit and twisting it just a little. "Aaaah, yeah, Dan-Dan. Daddy likes that." This seemed to rouse Daniel from his sleepiness and he sat up slightly. I put my arm around him and pulled him to a sitting position, hugging him close to me. His little face was close to my chest, and without me asking, he put his mouth over my other nipple, his hot tongue grazing over my teat. I inhaled deeply as he suckled on me, my dick throbbing, and I lowered my head to kiss his head, burying my nose in his mess of wavy dark hair. Fuck, it felt so good to be the object of someone's desire again. My right hand returned to my son's little arse and my fingers probed at his tiny hole, causing my boy to moan, the suction on my nipple increasing. "I love you, Danny," I whispered and pushed my digits into his anus again, penetrating the puffy lips and sinking into his warmth. Daniel lifted his head from my tit, his eyes squeezing shut. "Daddy..." he said softly. "Am I hurting you, little mate?" "No. It's...it's nice, Daddy." Oh fuck. Oh fuck, oh fuck. Lurid thoughts raced through my mind. I imagined my son fucking himself with the plastic banana. Using it as a substitute for a real cock. And then I pictured Woody. Penetrating my little boy with his adult cock. How many times had it happened? "So... you like my fingers in your poo-hole?" I asked, slowly beginning to work them in and out, making my boy writhe in my arms. "Mmm, Daddy," he said, breathing deeply, resting his head against me. "I like it when you touch me. I like being naughty with you." It was all I needed to hear. I moved away slightly, gently pulling my fingers from his arsehole, and laid him back down. I manoeuvred myself into a position behind my boy and cradled him against me, his small, hairless body so tiny compared to my large frame. My erection brushed up against his thigh and I pressed into him, sighing as I felt the softness of his skin rub against my sensitive flesh. "Oh, Danny. You feel so good," I whispered. Daniel roused at this, turning his head to look at me, smiling. "I can feel your doodle on me," he said quietly. I smiled down at him, my finger touching his face and tracing along his jawline. "Yes, Dan-Dan," I said, pressing my dick against him again, harder this time. "Daddy loves touching you with his big doodle." "I love you...Daddy," my boy said, almost whispering. I leaned down and kissed the back of his neck, inhaling his scent, my fingers running down the length of his arm. "I love you too, little mate," I said. My hand reached his leg and I gently lifted it into the air, looking down as I saw his arse cheeks spread. I shifted position, moving slowly, then grabbed my straining erection, angling it so the head was pressed up against his red, inflamed hole. Daniel seemed to react when he felt the tip of my prick touching his sensitive anus. He craned his neck, trying to look around at me, his face a question. "Daddy...?" "Just tell me something, Danny," I said, leaning in to look him squarely in the eyes. "Is my doodle bigger than Woody's?" He frowned. "I don't know, Daddy..." "Oh, I think you do," I said, grinning at him, then I pressed my hips forward, holding onto my shaft, guiding my dick. My knob began to penetrate my nine-year-old's tiny arse and I watched Daniel's eyes widen dramatically, looking at me with a look of alarm. "Daddy - ?" "Shhhhh," I said, panting as I felt his resistant ring of muscle stretching to accommodate my cock. Daniel's expression changed then, his face screwing up in discomfort as the head of my dick passed the threshold of his little hole. "Ouch...Daddy..." he said, his eyes staring at me, brimming with tears. I held my position, momentarily horrified at my actions. What the fuck was I doing? I leant down and kissed his face, starting with his chin and moving to his cheeks, gently letting my lips explore every part of his head. He was whimpering a little and I knew I shouldn't continue. But soon my kisses found one of his ears and I let my tongue slide inside, licking at the narrow crevice and tasting acrid traces of ear wax. This made Daniel squirm, having his ear canal licked and stimulated, and I enjoyed his reactionary jolts as I wiggled my tongue so hard that it seemed as if I were trying to burrow into his head. "That tickles, Daddy!" he said in protest. I pulled out of his ear long enough to say, "You haven't told me who has the biggest doodle." Then I slowly began to push more of aching dick into him, moaning loudly as I felt my glans being squeezed by the slick, hot walls of his little rectum. Daniel reacted immediately, pulling his head away from me, his eyes shutting and his face crumpling. "Aw..." he said, shuddering a little. His eyes snapped open and he stared away from me, his lips trembling as I fed a little more of my cock up his smooth, tight bottom. "It stings, Daddy." "I'm sorry, beautiful boy. Daddy knows it hurts," I said and resumed tongue-fucking his ear. Every instinct I had was urging me to sink my prick into him but I held my position, reluctantly, hoping his pain wouldn't last too long. I heard Daniel panting furiously, adjusting to the head of my dick firmly wedged inside of his tiny bottom. My head was swimming with the amazing sensation I was experiencing. But my neck was beginning to ache so I withdrew my tongue from his ear, resting my head on the pillow. Daniel's head now pressed against the bottom of my rib cage, his soft hair tickling my skin. "Do you want me to stop, Dan-Dan?" I asked. "No, Daddy," he said and turned his head to look up at me with his big dark-blue eyes. "Put your doodle in me. I want to make you happy." "You make me very happy, little mate," I said and slid my arm under his, holding onto the small frame of his chest. I pushed my hips forward and inched my cock into my child's arse, feeling the slick, tight walls of his rectum clinging to my manhood with a vice-like grip. I slip a finger between Daniel's lips as I continued to press into him, holding it sideways. "Bite me, Dan-Dan," I said. "Make me feel the pain too." "Mmm," my son said, with a whimper, and his small teeth bit down on my digit gently. I could feel his lips trembling as I sank a little more of my erection into his beautiful bum, his insides squeezing my dick. The force of his bite increased and I winced as his teeth cut into my flesh, putting pressure on the bones in my finger. Fuck! That really did hurt. "Ah..." I gasped, wanting him to stop, but knowing I had to take it if I wanted my prize. I continued to feed him my meat, sighing in pain and ecstasy as my prick was enveloped by the warmth of his shit-hole, until I had over half of my cock inside him. I tried penetrating him further but the head of my penis seemed to hit a barrier within him which prevented me going any deeper. I was sure it could be overcome but I was in deep enough. I held my position, breathing heavily, my finger aching from Daniel's teeth. My free hand stoked his chest in an effort to sooth him. "There, there, little mate. You bite me as long as you need to. You're my brave little boy. You know that? Daddy is so proud of you." He continued to bite me for a few moments longer and then I felt his jaw relax and his teeth let go of my finger. I exhaled in relief and gently pulled my hand away, listening to the sound of his soft whimpers. I examined my finger, which had several small angry-red bite marks, one of them bleeding. I hoped it would leave a scar. I licked the wet skin of my hand, tasting the salty moisture of Daniel's tears. And then I leaned down and kissed the back of his head, his hair now damp from sweating. "Daddy...?" he asked in a soft voice. "Yes, Dan-Dan?" "Does...does it feel good?" "Oh, yes, sweet boy. You're making Daddy feel very, very good." "Is it all in?" I gave a small chuckle. "No, little mate. Only about half. Do you want more?" He quickly shook his head. "No...please. Your...your doodle is so big. Bigger than..." "Yes...?" "It's just so big." I wanted him to tell me the truth about Woody. But for now, it didn't seem important. "Daddy has a big doodle, huh?" I asked and rotated my hips slightly, causing my dick to shift slightly inside him. He groaned, panting a little harder, his hand reaching back to my thigh and pressing against me, as if to stop me. "Uh, no more, Daddy. It still hurts." "I don't want to hurt you, Danny," I whispered and my hand snaked down to his tiny penis, which was laying limp between his legs. I took it in my fingers and began to manipulate his little organ. "Is it okay if I play with your doodle as well?" I asked. Daniel nodded. "Yes, Daddy." Several minutes passed as I gently masturbated my nine-year-old son, while he adjusted to the discomfort of having half of my thick cock in his little bottom. It took a while but he eventually developed an erection, letting out a little sigh of contentment as his nail of a dick hardened in my fingers. I spat onto my hand and returned it to his groin, the moisture slickening up his boy-cock as I jerked him off. "Mmm," he managed to say, barely able to articulate an actual word as he moaned. His sounds of pleasure were too much and I needed to start fucking him. "I love you, Dan-Dan," I whispered and pulled my cock back slightly, withdrawing from him until just the head was inside his tiny ring. He stiffened against me, breathing heavily, then let out a high-pitched whine as I pushed my dick into him again until I reached the half-way point. I paused, listening to his panting. His erection wilted a little in my fingers but I continued to stroke him, determined to take his mind off the discomfort in his bottom. "Ooh, Daddy...I feel so full." "Full of my doodle," I whispered and withdrew again, waiting only a moment before sinking my cock back into his tight arse. "Mmm, little mate. You feel so good. And you like making Daddy feel happy, don't you?" "Yes...Daddy..." "Aw, fuck," I whispered, pulling out and gently plunging back inside him again. Over several minutes I slowly fucked my little son's tiny bum, being careful not to be too rough, while thoroughly enjoying the exquisite sensation of his scalding hot rectum. This surely had to be warmest hole my cock had ever been in. Eventually Daniel's erection returned and his whimpers gradually turned into soft moans as I continued to plug his arse. "Mmmm." "Are you liking that, Dan-Dan?" I asked, elated that his pain seemed to have dissipated. "Mmm. Yes, Daddy. Your doodle...is so big." I felt my cock throb upon hearing this and began to slowly increase the speed of my thrusting, moaning as extra ripples of pleasure surged through me. Briefly it occurred to me that this moment wouldn't be happening if Woody hadn't already fucked Daniel. And for some reason that line of thought triggered a familiar tingling sensation in my balls. I was almost ready to come. Not now! I want more! But the pleasure was just too intense. The delicious sensation of having my adult penis half-buried inside my nine-year-old's little bum overcame me. "Oh, fuck, Danny," I said, gasping for air as I began to use extra force with my thrusts, screwing his hole with increased passion. "Aw..." Daniel said, grunting each time I plugged his rectum. "Daddy... it..." I put my hand over his mouth, massaging his cheek with my thumb as I selfishly began to pound him, my cock straining to pass the barrier inside him so I could be balls-deep. "Aw, Dan-Dan," I said, moaning as I felt the muscles in my groin began to spasm. I once again buried my face into the back of his head and let out a loud cry of pleasure as my orgasm arrived. My hand pulled him against me, revelling in the feeling of his soft, hairless skin against mine, and my dick swelled, finally unloading my cum into his arse. I was flooded with feelings of ecstasy, frantically sucking in breath as I experienced the most intense orgasm of my life. Daniel let out small, high-pitched groans of discomfort with each of my thrusts, the soundtrack to my bliss. And for those moments it was the sweetest sound I had ever heard. My beautiful, nine-year-old son was finally taking my baby batter in his violated little bum-hole. My darkest, long-held fantasy was actually coming true. After I was done we were both covered in sweat and I removed my hand from his mouth. He exhaled loudly, panting wildly as he recovered from his pounding. While my cock was still hard inside him I resumed stroking his penis, which had gone soft. It rapidly got stiff again and I spat into my hand to use as lube, my slick fingers gliding up and down his tiny erection. For several minutes I worked my son's penis, masturbating him, listening to the intoxicating sound of his moans. "I love you, Dan-Dan," I said, my voice husky. He didn't respond in words, moaning with pleasure instead as I manipulated his hard little rod. Soon he was tensing up in my arms and his little chest began to heave. I could feel his sphincter begin to clench around my cock and I knew he was finally having his orgasm. His little dick twitched and throbbed in my hand as he groaned in bliss. His arse squeezed my cock like a vice and could feel some last remnants of cum oozing out into his hole. Afterwards, I gently withdrew my cock from his tight little arse. He winced as the head pulled free of his anus and I immediately turned him around, moving him up the bed so that we were face to face. I wrapped my arm around him, hugging him to me, and he buried his face into my neck. I stroked his naked back softly as we lay there in silence, the heavy breathing of our recovery the only sound in the room. Daniel eventually fell asleep in my arms and I reached up to turn off his bedside lamp. I pulled the bed covers over the two of us and listened to my son's breathing in the darkness as his smooth little body pressed into mine. To be continued...