Date: Wed, 06 Mar 2024 06:41:54 +0000 From: Dr. Williams Subject: SHAWN AND LITTLE DANIEL 6 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/MM-Con) (British English) Feedback is always welcome. Email: Dr.Williams.Author@proton.me Twitter/X: @DrWill9375 "SHAWN & LITTLE DANIEL" By Dr. Williams Chapter 6: Seeing Red 1983 I woke up before dawn, naked under the covers in my nine-year-old son's single bed. My little boy, Daniel, was nestled into me, his face buried in my chest, his steady breathing just lightly tickling the sparse few hairs there. My head was slightly sore from drinking too much beer. And then I remembered. I fucked my son last night. I looked down at my little boy, looking so small and fragile compared to my huge frame. My tiny Daniel. I'd just discovered that he was being molested by my boss, Woody. A man I had trusted with keeping him safe. I didn't know the details yet, as my kid refused to admit anything was happening. But I would find out. I knew Woody had sodomised my boy. I'd smelt the evidence on Daniel's underwear. And I'd taken advantage of that, penetrating his tiny bottom with my adult cock and losing a load of cum inside his tender little rectum. I got out of bed without waking Daniel and moved to the kitchen, making myself some coffee. I then sat at the dining table, staring into space as I tried to figure out what to do next. When Daniel eventually woke up I had to get him and myself ready to leave, which meant we didn't really get a chance to talk properly until we were in the car, driving to his mother's house. "How...how do you feel this morning, Dan-Dan?" "My bottom's a bit sore, Daddy," he said. I glanced at him, feeling a sharp pang of regret. But he was giving me a small smile. "Will you be okay?" I asked. He nodded. "Uh-huh. It's not too bad. It feels like I've done a really, really big poo." I chuckled, reaching out to ruffle his hair. "Well, good, little mate. I'm...I'm sorry if I hurt you, Danny-" "It's okay, Daddy. I knew it would." I stared at the road ahead, thinking of Woody again. After I dropped Daniel off at my ex-wife's, I went to work, arriving earlier than normal. I made my way to the main house and knocked on the door. Woody's wife, Muriel, answered and ushered me inside. "Woody's in the shower, Shawn," she said as she directed me to sit in the living room. "Did you want some coffee while you wait? He shouldn't be too long." "Thanks. That'd be great," I said and she disappeared, leaving me alone in the room. I glanced around, feeling nervous. What was I going to say to Woody? I was sure that he had been abusing Daniel. But, without Daniel admitting it to me, I had no proof to back-up any kind of accusation. And then my eyes fell on a small coffee table in one corner of the room. On top of it was bowl full of artificial fruit, made of plastic. One of those tacky decorative pieces from the 1960s. I stood up, feeling my heartbeat accelerate, and made my way over to it, looking down. The collection seemed to have almost every type of standard fruit available; apple, orange, pear, grapes. But no banana. Because it had been given to my son. I'd found the plastic banana in his dresser-drawer, buried underneath his clothes, the night before. It had been wrapped in cling-film and smelt of soap. Because it needed cleaning after being in my son's arsehole. I stared into space for a moment. What the hell was I going to do? I couldn't just confront him in his home, with his wife in the next room. I needed time to think. I went to the kitchen, smiling at Muriel. "Actually, I have to go home. I was going to tell Woody I'm not feeling well." "Nothing contagious, I hope." "More like a dodgie Chinese meal, I'm afraid. Can you let him know I won't be in today? I'm sure they can manage - " "No worries, Shawn. We can call in Frank," Muriel replied. She pointed at the coffee she had just prepared for me. "That can be Woody's. I'll let him know." I drove home immediately and rushed to Daniel's bedroom, retrieving the plastic banana. I returned to the living room, sat down on the couch and held it in my hands, staring at the phallic object and imagining it penetrating my nine-year-old son's little bottom. It was not bigger than my cock. And not any larger than Woody's, from the brief glimpse I'd seen. It was quite inventive of him to give it to Daniel as a way of stretching out his rectum. Woody...my emotions about the man were erratic. On one hand I was furious with him for sexually abusing my little boy. A natural reaction, but that fury was also heavily tinged with a form of envy; he had got to molest Daniel first. Fuck! That was the part that was so hard to swallow. Daniel had been obsessed with my dick since he was a toddler. And I had long harboured dark fantasies about letting him explore that interest. But I'd waited too long to act and another man had seized the opportunity. And now, especially after last night, I was profiting from Daniel's experience with Woody. But I couldn't just let him get away with it. I picked up the phone book and began searching... At around 7.30PM that night I was back on the couch, drinking a beer, when the doorbell rang. I answered it to see Woody standing there. He was out of his work clothes, dressed in faded blue jeans and a black t-shirt. He smiled at me and I had to admit that he was a damn good looking guy; it was no wonder Daniel had taken such a liking to him. "Hey, Shawn," he said. "Thanks for coming, Woody" I said, making a gesture for him to enter. Moments later we were seated in the living room. I was on the couch, while Woody sat in the armchair across the room, each of us with a beer in our hand. "Danny in bed already?" he asked, looking around the room. "He's with his mother this week," I said. "Are you feeling any better?" Woody asked, taking a sip on his drink. "Much. Thank you. Listen... I'm not sure how to say this... but..." "Just spit it out, Shawn," he said, grinning at me. "You must have called me here for a reason." "I did," I said, keeping my tone level. Then I reached behind a pillow near me, picking something up, then stood up and moved to where my boss was sitting. On the coffee table next to him I placed the item and then moved back to the couch, sitting down. Woody was staring at the object with a look of horror, the colour draining from his face. It was the plastic banana. There was a chilly silence between us. "What's...what's this for?" Woody eventually asked, licking his lips, looking nervous. He kept glancing at me but he was unable to hold my gaze, his eyes darting back to the piece of artificial fruit. "I think you recognise it, don't you, boss?" I said. He gave a nervous laugh, still not looking at me. "A banana? Yes, it's a fruit, isn't it...?" "Woody..." I began, shaking my head at him. "Don't do that. Don't pretend. I know this belongs to you." I saw his jaw tighten and he finally looked at me properly. "What?" he said. But his voice was barely audible. "I was in your living room this morning. I noticed this was missing from that awful bowl of plastic fruit you have." "I...well...I... where did you...? Where did you find it?" "In Daniel's drawer. Buried under his clothes." "Oh, I...I didn't realise he'd taken it -" I exploded with fury. "Don't you fucking dare!" I yelled, my voice booming, and I saw Woody visibly shake. I stood up and moved to stand by the fireplace, resting my beer on the mantle piece, turning back to glare at him. "Don't you dare try and lie to me about this." "Shawn...I -" "I know, Woody. I know what you've been doing with Danny." Woody stared at me and I saw him gulp. "What did he...What did he say?" I shook my head, frowning at him. "Oh, my little boy didn't tell me anything. You piece of shit." And then, strangely, Woody looked relieved, the corners of his mouth momentarily turning up as gave a tiny smile. I knew what he was thinking. "Yeah, that's right. Danny kept your secret. But I figured out the truth." Woody's expression changed then. His features hardened and he stood up, looking defiant, staring me down from across the room. "Shawn, I don't know what you're accusing me of." "Yes, you do, boss," I said, stepping closer to him to intimidate him with my larger body and superior height. "I know that you've been molesting my son." He glared up at me but I could see his steely expression faltering. Now that the words were out there. "Molesting? I-" "Molesting. Sexually abusing. Kiddy fiddling. Whatever you want to call it, Woody." "Shawn..." "The truth. Mate, I just need the truth from you." "Shawn...I don't...I don't know where to begin." I looked away from him and began pacing back and forth near the fireplace. "I know you like guys, Woody. I see the way you stare at my crotch." I glanced at him and, sure enough, his eyes were looking between my legs as I moved. "Yeah, like that," I said and he lifted his head to look back at my face. "Like your boy does?" he asked. I stopped pacing, fixing him with a cold look. "Yes. Just like Danny does. I know he's gay, Woody. I know his truth. And I thought I knew yours. I just didn't realise your perversions extended to little boys." "It's not that simple..." "I know that. I really do." I began to pace again, forcing my voice to sound calm. "So, tell me, Woody. Tell me what happened. How did it start?" There was an extended silence between us and I saw Woody staring at the floor. "What? No words?" I said. "Well let me tell you what I think happened. That first day I brought Daniel into work. That's when it began, didn't it?" Woody nodded, his lips trembling a little, unable to look at me. "Ye....Yes." "Talk me through it, boss. What were you doing to my nine-year-old while I was out doing deliveries?" "He..." Woody began, swallowing hard before trying again. "He told me about his friend, Luke. Your neighbour. He told me what they had been doing together." "Uh-huh," I said. "I know about Luke and Danny. So how did that lead to...?" "Shawn, I never planned to -" "The facts, Woody." He lifted his head, staring at me, looking partly defeated and somewhat relieved. "He asked to see my d... my doodle." Ouch! That stung. 'Doodle' was the word Daniel and I used. "And you obliged, of course." "Shawn. You know what? You're right. I do like guys. I always have. Ever since I was a little boy." "I don't want to know this -" "You wanted the facts. So you're going to get them, mate. Yep. I'm a fag. I like cock. I do stare at your crotch whenever I can. I can't help it. You're magnificent." I gulped. I shouldn't be indulging my ego but I felt a small flush of pride at the compliment. "The point is," Woody continued. "I've felt that way since I was a child. So...Daniel's curiosity. I understood it. I was that kid, once. And when I was that age, I would have given anything to have an adult... show me-" "What happened that day?" I interrupted. "When you showed him your dick?" "I let him touch it -" "'Let' him?" I said, shaking my head. Woody sighed. "He asked if he could, Shawn. That's the truth." I knew he wasn't lying. I could well imagine my son asking to see my boss's cock. I remembered the night after I'd first taken Daniel to work and left him in Woody's care. He'd given me a hand-job that evening. "And you taught him how to jerk you off," I said flatly. "Yeah," Woody said. "I mean, he'd already done it with Luke. And -" "And did you feel guilty?" "Of course I did!" "Not enough to stop though?" I asked. Woody's shoulders sagged. "No. He likes my cock. I've never had anyone, ever, be that interested in it. I... I couldn't stop." I went to say something but held back. I hadn't been able to stop with Daniel either. I knew what he meant. I knew the intoxicating lure of indulging my son's interest in dick. "When...when did you first fuck him?" "Shawn -" "The truth, Woody." "A few weeks ago." I remembered the day Daniel had been asleep in the delivery van. "I think I know when," I said. "Is that why Daniel was so sleepy? Did you give him something to make him more pliable?" "A pain killer," Woody said quickly. "Just one of my wife's pills. So it...so it wouldn't hurt him so much." He was unable to look me in the eye again. "And did he cry?" I asked, my voice cold. "A little." I thought back to last night. Daniel's eyes brimming with tears as I put my cock inside his tight little bottom. "But he let you do it again?" I asked, doubling-down on my hypocrisy. "Yeah. A few more times." "This...this 'boys' weekend you organised. That was just to get Daniel alone, wasn't it?" Woody glared at me. He looked angry now. "Yes. I wanted to fuck him again. I had to," he said, his tone darkening and his eyes taking on a fierce intensity. "You had to?" I asked, my voice faltering a little. Woody nodded, gulping. "Yeah. Because...it was wonderful. I hate to admit it, but it was. I...can't explain why. But..." "You don't have to explain," I said, without thinking, and we locked eyes. In that unguarded moment I could see Woody's expression change as he looked at me, as if he were realising something. "You...?" "We're not discussing me," I snapped. Woody nodded. "No, of course. I can't...I can't justify my actions, Shawn. I took advantage of him. And your trust. But...he's curious. And so damn enthusiastic. You know that, don't you?" "Oh yeah...I know what he's like. And I believe everything you've told me." I paused. "And now...I'm stuck, wondering what to do about this." "What do you mean?" "I mean...do I hand you in to the police?" I said and Woody's skin went pale again. "I mean...that seems like the right thing to do. Except...like you said...Daniel wasn't unwilling. And, being so loyal, he would probably lie to keep your secret safe. Also, selfishly, I would have to leave my job. And I don't want to do that." "So...?" Woody asked. "Where do we go from here?" "Punishment," I said, fixing him with a stare. "It seems the only fair thing to do." Woody stepped back from me a little, frowning. "Punishment? What do you - ?" "Take off your clothes. Then get on the couch," I instructed. "I'll be back in a moment. And don't you even THINK about running off." I left the room for a few minutes. When I returned I was carrying a black plastic shopping bag. Woody was seated on the couch, naked, and I got my second look at his dick, which was soft. It wasn't as big as mine but it was a decent, meaty piece and cut, looking impressive as it sat on top of his chunky nut sack. His hairy body was firm and muscular, obviously strong from exercise and hard work. But he was still no match for my superior size. "Nice doodle," I said, getting down on my knees in front of the couch. "Now, lay back and pull your legs up." Woody hesitated before moving, looking confused. "Shawn? What's -?" "Just do it!" I barked. Woody nodded and leaned back, slowly pulling his legs up and holding onto his thighs to keep them in place. I glanced down to see that his arse cheeks, which only had a few sparse, light-coloured hairs, had now spread and his puckered knot was visible. I looked up at him and was satisfied to see a look of embarrassment and worry on his face. "Are you going to fuck me?" he asked, his voice unusually quiet. I chuckled without smiling. "Well, you are getting fucked," I said and reached into the plastic bag, pulling out... A huge rubber dildo. It was coloured red and about the length of a small fire extinguisher and incredibly thick. I saw Woody's eyes bulge as he took in the size of the sex toy I was holding. "Oh, fuck, Shawn. No. You can't -" "Don't tell me what I can't do, Woody," I said. "You know, We don't have any sex shops here. I had to drive to the city to get this monster. I found the address in the phone book. That's four hours on the road. But it was worth it." Woody began to lower his legs but I pounced on him, leaning my arm against his shins and pinning him in place. "Shawn, no -" "Not so fast, my friend," I said, glaring down at him. "You see...the thing that angers me is you making my little boy cry when you fucked him. I know you gave him a pain killer...but can you really imagine what it's like to be so small and have an adult dick inside you?" "No," Woody said, shaking his head, giving me a look of resignation. I lifted the large dildo up for him to look at again. "I chose this size because... well, it's the only way you're ever going to know what my son went through when you buggered his little bottom." I reached into the plastic bag again and pulled out a tube of lubricant, popping the lid and dripping some of the slick liquid onto the dong. Then I placed the head of the sex toy at the opening of his arse and pressed it forward. Woody's hand leaned forward and grabbed my arm. "Shawn, please! No! That thing's huge!" "Too bad," I said and applied more pressure, the lubricated texture making a squelching sound. Woody grunted and I felt him gripping my arm as the blunt end of the plastic dick tried to penetrate his slimy anus. "Aw, shit," my boss said, his face screwing up. I tried again and again to force the toy into him but it wasn't doing anything other than making the man uncomfortable. I needed more than his discomfort. If these events had happened today I would have worn the dildo as a strap-on to do the deed. But in 1983 they weren't such a thing, especially in the remote part of Australia we lived in. "We gotta...make...it...fit..." I said, almost hissing, and really leaned into it, pressing down hard on the end of the toy. "Oh, fuck!" Woody said, his eyes squeezing tight and throwing his head back as the ring of his arse finally yielded, giving up the fight and letting the dildo penetrate him. His open hand banged on my upper arm as he let out of deep cry of agony. "Aahh.... oh fuck, Shawn....no, please....!" His back arched as he convulsed, his legs trembling as I pushed the huge plastic penis into him. "Don't you dare fight me on this, Woody," I said, my voice quiet and menacing. "I've easily got a hundred pounds on you and I promise you will not look too pretty once I'm done with you." He glared at me, his eyes red and watery, his face flushed with exertion. "You cunt," he said, almost spitting the words out. "That's right. Call me all the names you want. If it helps...imagine you're nine-years-old and taking my dick for the first time." "Awww...." he said, groaning and hissing as I pressed the dildo further into him. "That's right. Who's my good little boy?" I said, taking a perverse amount of pleasure in seeing him in such pain. And then I realised I had an erection. Huh? He was a thirty-nine-year-old man. How could this be turning me on? When the dildo was half-way inside him, which was deeper than most human dicks could reach, I stopped pushing, watching Woody squirm and writhe as the toy played havoc on his arsehole. "Oh...fuck..." he moaned, clearly in discomfort. "Hurts, does it?" I asked, winking at him. "This isn't... this isn't what I did to...to Danny," he said, his words interrupted by his frantic gasps for air. I felt my resolve falter. Damn it. He was right. I knew he wouldn't have been this savage with my boy. I twisted the dildo a little, making it turn within his rectum and eliciting a deep, guttural moan from the man. I didn't want to torture him. But I couldn't end his punishment prematurely. "Can we fit any more in there?" I asked, lightly thumping the end of the dong so that it shifted inside him, making him hiss and twitch. "Shawn, please, fuck. No!" I contemplated bashing the end of it with my fist and forcing the rest inside him. But I knew I couldn't do it. It would too cruel. And, as angry as I was with him, I didn't want to cause any further internal damage. Or do anything that would require a trip to the hospital. "Just breathe," I said and leaned back on my haunches. "I'm not going to do that." I took a moment to take in the sight of him, laying back on my couch, his legs pulled up and a giant sex toy jammed up his arse. "Oh, you do look a sight." "You prick," Woody whispered, glaring at me with accusing eyes. "Uh-huh," I said, nodding. "That's me." Then I grabbed the end of the dildo and began pulling it out of him in one fluid move, causing him to cry out loudly in pain, his face scrunching up again. "Fuck..." he said, his chest heaving as he sucked in air, whimpering from the sting. He lowered his legs, and leaned his head back against the couch, eyes closing as he tried to recover. I grabbed his legs before his feet could hit the ground and I pushed them back against his chest. He opened his eyes and looked me with an incredulous expression, as if to say 'what now?'. "I want to see the damage," I said and leaned down to look at his gaping arsehole. It was a strange sight. The once puckered skin was now puffy and inflamed, a deep crimson colour, glistening from the lubricant. The muscle of his anus seemed to have a life of its own, twitching and straining as it tried desperately to close. But it was unable to yet. "Must be pretty sore inside there," I said. "Yeah..." Woody said and I could hear he sounded congested, as if his nostrils had filled with snot while he was being assaulted. "Hold you legs," I ordered. Woody hesitated a moment, caught my look, then his hands grabbed onto his thighs, holding them in place. I stood up, staring down at his vulnerable figure on my couch, and then pulled my t-shirt over my head, throwing it aside. I grinned when I saw my boss's genuine look of confusion. Then I unbuckled my belt and began to lower my jeans, watching as Woody's eyes went to my crotch and then bulging as I pulled my underwear down, revealling my hard, eight-inch cock to him. "What are you doing?" he asked, his voice quiet. "Letting you take a look at my dick," I said. "I know you've always wanted to see it." Woody looked away from me then, defiantly. But his eyes looked back to me when I dropped to my knees in from of him and lined up my prick with his gaping arsehole. "Shawn?" he asked, his eyes widening in shock. "Your punishment can't be over yet," I said with a growl in my voice, then I pressed forward, the head of my cock penetrating his anus and sinking into his battered rectum. "Aaawww...!" Woody said, his face scrunching up with discomfort. Mercilessly I didn't enter him slowly, moving my hips closer and working my whole dick inside him until my balls met the base of his arse. "Aw, fuck, Shawn!" "Yeah...I know you've been wanting my big dick inside you," I whispered, feeling a sense of titillation at degrading him in such a way. To use his lust for me against him. "Is it what you expected?" Woody was panting, his lips pressed together hard as he stared at me with a cold look in his eyes. Despite being impaled on a massive dildo, his shit-hole was still surprisingly snug, its warm interior massaging the sensitive flesh of my manhood. I pulled back until just the head was inside, then I rammed myself forward until I was once again balls-deep in him. "Ahh," said Woody, the sound escaping him as if I had pushed it out of him with my thrust. I pulled back again and then sank into him once more, enjoying the sensation as his bum-hole clung to my cock. "Fuck, I'm surprised you can still feel that," I said and began a steady rhythm of fucking, my boss jolting and groaning each time I impaled him. I'd never had the desire to have sex with a man before. But this act of hate-fucking was somehow energising me. I was enjoying being in control and taking out my anger on Woody in this manner. There was something primal and brutal about it that appealed to my darker nature. And, to my surprise, it actually felt damn good. I let out a sigh of pleasure as I continued to screw Woody's damaged arse, sodomising him with long strokes to make sure he felt every inch of my meat. "It's...so big, mate..." Woody said, looking at me, wincing each time I rammed into him. "Don't call me mate," I said, leaning over him, looking him in the eyes. "You're a dirty little faggot that needs to be punished. Right?" "Right!" he said, breathless. "Right, 'Sir'!" I practically yelled at him, slamming my pelvis into him to elicit a response. He let out a gasp and nodded, his body trembling as I picked up the pace of my fucking, pistoning into him like a machine. "Right, Sir," he said, panting furiously at the rapid increase of my thrusts. "That's better, boy," I said. I threw my head back as I screwed him with abandon, concentrating on chasing my pleasure, hoping that I was hurting him. Sweat began to form on my brow, running down my face and dripping onto Woody's chest. I looked down at his face after a few minutes to see that is expression had changed. He wasn't wincing anymore. And his cock was hard. It was a handsome cock, I guess you could say. I had never really assessed another guy's dick in this context before. I could see why Daniel would have been enamored with it. "Oh, fuck. You're enjoying this. Aren't you?" I said, pounding him hard. "Aren't you?" I repeated, timing each word with one of my thrusts. "Yes!" he spat. "Yes, what?" "Yes, Sir," he said and his hand moved down to touch his dick. "No, don't touch yourself!" I ordered, glaring down at him, and he pulled his hand away. "You don't get pleasure tonight. I'm the boss." He looked up at me and our eyes locked. We stayed that way for a while, a strange, animal energy between us as I fucked him with a brutality I had never unleashed before. I saw my sweat drip down onto his face and then his tongue snaked out and tasted it. "Oh, fuck. You like my sweat, eh? You dirty cunt. Is that what you're into? Huh? I should have made you lick my arse." "I would," Woody said, gasping for air as I ravaged his hole. "Yeah?" I said, struggling to speak as my energy was used to fuck him as hard as I could. "You filthy prick. You want to get your tongue on my nasty shit-hole?" "Yes, Sir," my boss said. "I would get it inside you. And eat you for hours." My anus seemed to clench when I heard those words. The idea of my boss licking my arsehole and trying to get his tongue inside me just seemed to send me over the edge and my balls began to tingle. "Oh,fuck," I gasped, my orgasm approaching. I closed my eyes, concentrating on the feeling of Woody's squelchy insides as they hugged my erection in their heavenly embrace. I opened my eyes as I felt a hand on my arse cheeks. We stared at each other and I felt one of his fingers slip into my bum-crack and touch my sweaty hole. I was going to bark at him to take it away...but the moment he began to wiggle his digit against my sensitive, puckered knot, the muscles in my groin began to spasm uncontrollably. "Aw...aw fuck...." I said, my hips repeatedly slamming into Woody's arse as my orgasm arrived, the sensations of bliss flooding my body. His finger slipped into my bum, aided by the moisture of my sweat, and I let out a loud, undignified cry of pleasure as I felt my ring clenching around his fingertip. "Jesus..." I gasped as my cock finally exploded, flooding Woody's damaged rectum with my cum. My entire body was bathed in sweat as I continued to thrust, my meat creaming his insides, the room loud with the sounds of our heavy breathing and the slapping together of our flesh. "Give me your seed, Sir," said Woody, almost whispering, and my dick gave an extra throb at hearing those words. I slowed my pace as my orgasm began to wane, my heart rate gradually returning to normal, until I eventually paused, staring down at the naked man beneath me, impaled on my meaty prick. And for a moment I forgot how all this had begun. We were both drenched in sweat and, after I slowly pulled my reddened cock out of him, I collapsed on top of him, exhausted. It was a strange sensation, our wet, slippery naked bodies pressed together. Woody was much hairier than I was and the fur on his chest tickled my body as I panted furiously, recovering from my efforts. I felt his erection pressed into my stomach. And, for some reason, I wasn't revolted. I felt Woody's arms circle around my shoulders and hold me close, almost like a lover would. I was feeling confused. I was supposed to be punishing him. And I had. But it had somehow transformed into... What was this? "I'm sorry, Shawn," Woody whispered, our heads close together now. "I'm so sorry for what I did." I lifted my head, looking into his eyes. "I know, mate. I know. I'm..." I shifted myself up so that I was kneeling between his legs again, my softening cock resting against the crack of his arse. I wiped some sweat away from my eyelids, buying some time, then added, "I'm sorry I... I'm sorry too." He nodded, letting out a long sigh, then said, "We have a lot to talk about." To be continued...