Date: Wed, 13 Mar 2024 15:57:02 +0000 From: Dr. Williams Subject: SHAWN AND LITTLE DANIEL 7 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 7: The Lonely Doodle 1983 When I arrived at my ex-wife's house on Friday I parked the car in the driveway and waited for my son to appear. We had to talk about Woody. I was nervous. After my confrontation with Woody on Monday, it had been a strange week at work. He and I had resumed our professional manner with each other, almost pretending as if nothing had happened. But there was a tension between us now that I didn't fully understand. I had practically raped the man, after confronting him about molesting my son. But it had ended... unusually. I had essentially forgiven him. Part of me wanted to hold on to that anger and resentment. But I couldn't. Not if I ever wanted to move on with my life. And I had enjoyed having sex with Woody, as brutal as was. I wasn't attracted to men; at least I didn't think so. But knowing he was so interested in me and my body had turned me on, unexpectedly. It was something I didn't fully understand. It was similar to the way Daniel's interest in me stroked my ego. And instead of seeing him as someone who has 'stolen' from me, I was starting to concentrate on the primary thing Woody and I had in common: we were both grown men under the spell of my nine-year-old son. But how to bring the subject of Woody's sexual abuse up with Daniel? That topic had been plaguing my thoughts every waking moment. I snapped out of my daze when Daniel came bounding out of the house, smiling brightly, carrying his small bag as he ran to my car. "Hello, Daddy!" he said cheerfully as he jumped into the passenger seat, slinging his bag in the back. "Hey, beautiful boy," I replied and we were soon driving back to my place. After we got home I made some dinner and then we relaxed in front of the television while Daniel ate some popcorn and I drank a few beers. After one of the tv shows had ended I hit MUTE on the remote. "Danny, I spoke to Woody earlier this week." "Oh. Does he want me to come to work again?" he asked, smiling at me with a look of expectation. "Uh, no," I said, taking a sip of my beer. "Well, not exactly. You see, the thing is..." I paused, trying to find the right way to begin this conversation. "I...I found the plastic banana in your room." I saw Daniel's expression change, his smile fading a little and his shoulders sagging. "Oh." He set aside his empty bowl and took on a look of defeat, which made me ache inside. "And I know who gave it to you," I said, reaching out and touching his shoulder, massaging it a little to reassure him. He stared at my face, as if trying to read me. I gave him a little smile. "I know it was Woody." "Oh. Daddy. I -" "Look," I interrupted, keen to get the words out before I lost my nerve. "I spoke to Woody about it. And I know...I know what you and he have been doing." Daniel's bottom lip trembled and I could tell he was on the verge of bursting into tears. "Oh, Daddy. I'm sorry. Please don't be angry with me." I pulled him over to me, wrapping my big arms around him in a hug, burying my face in his head of wavy, dark hair. "Dan-Dan, I'm not angry with you. I promise." Daniel began to sob at that moment, as if the floodgates had been opened, and I could feel his tears dampening my t-shirt. I stroked his hair, my heart breaking at the sound of him crying. "Shhh, little mate. It's okay. It's okay. You didn't do anything wrong -" Daniel pulled away from me then, looking up at me with his tear-stained face. "But Woody...Is he in trouble? Did I get him in trouble? I didn't mean to -" I shook my head, rubbing his arm. "No, no. No one's in trouble. I swear." Daniel looked confused. "But...I thought it had to be a secret. Why did Woody tell you?" "I worked it out myself," I said, giving him a grin. "I'm not as stupid as I look, you know." He giggled when I said this, a look of relief on his face, and then he leaned back onto me, resting his head on my chest. I kissed the top of his head again and we both lay there for a while, just taking comfort in each other. "Woody didn't tell me everything you did," I said eventually, my voice quiet. "He said you could tell me that, if you wanted." "Do you want me to?" he asked, one of his hands absently brushing over my t-shirt and tickling my nipple beneath the fabric. I felt my cock respond to his touch, stirring in my pants. "I do, little mate. You can tell me everything you two did together." Daniel lay in my arms and started detailing the events of each time he had spent with Woody. While he spoke his hand wandered down to my groin and he gently rubbed the bulge there, which I certainly did not object to. He told me about jerking him off in his office. Sucking his cock for the first time in my boss's living room. Having his hole fingered in the guest room and Woody giving him "the good feeling". I thought back to the night I had fingered my little boy's arse while jerking his little dick. And he had accidentally revealed that he already knew what "the good feeling" was. I hadn't asked him any more about it. Now I knew that my boss had been responsible for Daniel's first orgasm. I urged my boy to keep talking and then he revealed that, that same day, he had tasted Woody's arse. And then, something that really surprised me; Woody had pissed in his mouth. "Really?" I asked, trying not to sound shocked. I knew that Luke had done the same thing to Daniel. I'd witnessed it, although the boys didn't know I was watching. But the thought of a grown man doing it to my boy? "Did...did you like it?" Daniel shrugged. "I guess. It seemed really naughty. That's what I liked the most." "That's my little mate," I said. "So...Woody got you to lick his bottom as well?" "Yeah. That was naughty too." "Did it...? I mean, was it...okay? Did it...smell?" I was somehow intrigued by this. During my 'revenge-fuck' session with Woody on Monday, he had said he would be willing to use his tongue on my arse. I had initially dismissed the idea as being disgusting. But my mind kept wandering back to it. "It smelled a little bit. But not like...poo," Daniel said, giving me a grin. "Just a...man smell." Then Daniel told me that after the piss-play, Woody had laid on top of him and fucked his face. My dick was rock-hard imagining my handsome boss, straddling my nine-year-old son and feeding him his thick cock. "Was that... difficult?" I asked. "It was a little hard. I couldn't breathe, sometimes. But it was...really nice having his...body, all around me. All around my head. Having his doodle in my mouth." Then Daniel told me about the first time Woody had fucked him, in the delivery van, parked out in the pine plantation. "Did it hurt much?" I asked. "A little. Okay...a lot. But he gave me a p...pain...?" "A pain killer." "Yeah, one of those. I think. I dunno." "Did he make you take it?" Daniel shook his head. "No. He just said it might help." "Was that the only time?" "Um...no. He put it in my bottom...a little bit. When he was here for the barbecue." I thought back to the Australia Day holiday. Daniel had taken Woody into the house to look at his 'Dr. Who' books. "Was that when I was playing cricket with the others?" "No. I just sucked on his doodle that time." Oh, Christ. "While I was asleep, then?" "Uh-huh. He came into my bedroom at night time." I pictured Woody sneaking in to molest my son while I was passed out into another room. "And the next time was when you stayed at his house for the weekend?" I asked. Daniel nodded, giving me a naughty grin. "Yeah. We did lots of things then. Whenever Niles wasn't around, anyway." "He put his doodle in your bottom again?" "Yeah. A few times. He got it all in too." "How many times?" I asked. My son grinned, seemingly proud of himself. "Twice." Gulp! "And...the camping trip?" Daniel was unable to look at me for a moment. Then he met my eyes and nodded. I remembered the night we came back from that weekend. I hadn't been able to fit all of my dick inside Daniel's bottom. How had Woody managed it? He wasn't that much smaller than me. "Woody let me call him Daddy sometimes," Daniel said. "Wow," I said, feeling a pang of jealousy. "Did he now?" Daniel tightened his grip on the bulge in my pants, feeling my hard cock, as if to reassure me. "Yes. And I liked calling him that...because then I could pretend he was you." That made me feel better and I felt a tear run down my cheek. I grinned at him, choking back a more emotive response. "Well, that's okay then." He whispered his next words: "Even if his doodle isn't as big as yours." God damn. It was like my son knew exactly how to stoke the fires of my ego. "His is still pretty big," I said, without thinking. "How do you know?" he asked, frowning. "I saw it in the tent that day," I said quickly. "So... that's everything then. Is there...Is there anyone else that's shown you their doodle?" Daniel seemed to contemplate the question then shook his head. "No. Just Luke." I kissed his shoulder. "I love you, Dan-Dan. I'm glad you've told me everything." "I love you too, Daddy," said my son. "I'm sorry I asked to see Woody's doodle." "Why did you?" "You wouldn't let me play with yours and..." "It's okay, little mate. You don't have to be sorry. I think I get it." I paused. This conversation had been vexing, to say the least. And it had also turned me on incredibly. "You know... Daddy's doodle has been very lonley this week." "Has it?" "Uh-huh. I got...I got really jealous when I found out what you were doing with Woody. Those are the things I wanted to do with you." He smiled up at me. "But we have, Daddy. Some of it, anyway." "Hmm. But not properly," I said, my hand reaching up to stroke his little chest. "Would you like to go to Daddy's bedroom?" "Can we?" I nodded. "Absolutely. I want to get naked with you." Daniel gave me the biggest grin then. "Oh, Daddy. Can I go nudy too?" I leaned up, scooping my son into my arms. "I was hoping you would," I said, giving a little chuckle. Daniel's arms went around my neck as I carried him out of the room and up the hallway to my bedroom. I laid him down on the bed and switched on the bedside lamp, bathing us in a soft orange light. Then I sat next to my boy and began to pull at his t-shirt. "Lift you arms," I said gently, which he did, and I lifted the garment over his head, throwing it onto the floor. Then I lay down next to him and my head moved to his chest, my mouth finding one of his tiny nipples. "Ooh, Daddy," Daniel said, breathing in deeply as my tongue gently licked at his teat. My hands carressed the sides of his little tummy, enjoying the silky feel of his smooth skin. Then I touched his groin, massaging his little erection, which felt like a hard nail beneath his shorts. "Your doodle is hard too," I whispered, making him giggle. "I like it when you touch me, Daddy." I reluctantly left his nipple and changed position, pulling at his shorts and underwear, yanking them down past his ankles and tossing them onto the floor. He was completley naked and I took a moment to take in the sight of my son's beautiful, hairless little body. "Oh...Danny," I whispered. Then I gently took hold of his little penis, stroking it for a moment, remembering the first time I had touched him like this. It was after I had spanked him, at his mother's insistence, and I had snaked a finger inside his bottom while I jerked his little dick. But he deserved more this time. I shifted position, parting his smooth thighs and getting on my hands and knees between his legs. Then I leant down and took his small cock in my mouth, causing Daniel to let out a lovely sigh of pleasure. "Daddy..." he whispered, moaning as I used my tongue to bathe his penis, tasting the soft, tangy flesh of his genitals. I had never had a dick in my mouth before and it felt strange. Alien. But also right. This was my cherished son. Just knowing that he was more than willing to do the same to me, to give me pleasure, inspired me to reciprocate, no matter how strange an experience it was. I began to move my head up and down, holding his erection firmly between my lips, trying to mimic what I had experienced when receiving a blow-job. "Mmm," Daniel said, moaning as I pleasured him. "That feels nice, Daddy." My tongue snaked out on the down-stroke and licked at his tiny scrotum, feeling the small testicles within. Then one of my fingers slid into his arse-crack, gently rubbing at the puckered skin of his tiny hole. Daniel groaned deeply when I did this, writhing around, one his hands reaching up and gripping my shoulder. I took a moment and detached myself from him, looking down at his small, naked form beneath me. I lifted my arms and took off my t-shirt, exposing my broad chest to my son, then I got back into position, sucking his little cock into my mouth and resuming his head-job. My finger found his tiny hole again and I rubbed his sensitive knot, wiggling my digit. Last Sunday, when he had returned home from camping, his bum-hole had been puffy and inflamed after being fucked by my boss. Now it seemed to have returned to its normal state, the skin smooth and taught, the muscle of his anus tight and unyielding. I wanted to penetrate him with my finger but decided to leave it for now and concentrate soley on his dick. "Oh..." Daniel said, moaning with a high-pitched tone. My cock throbbed at the sound of such a young child experiencing sexual pleasure. I increased the suction of my mouth, eager for him to feel the joy he had previously given me, and the frequency of his groaning increased rapidly. His free hand touched the back of my head, his fingers working into my light-brown hair as he held onto my scalp. All too soon I felt his body tensing up, his hands exerting pressure on my shoulder and head, as though he was holding onto me for support. My finger put a little more pressure on his shit-hole, prodding at the sensitive flesh, and then Daniel suddenly cried out, "Daddy!" His hips bucked upwards as fucked his little dick into my mouth and then I felt his tiny organ spasming against my tongue. Satisfaction washed over me as my nine-year-old son experienced a dry orgasm, his rock-hard penis twitching away in my mouth as he panted furiously. I continued to suck on him as he thrashed about until finally his breathing became deeper and he seemed to settle down. Eventually I lifted my head and examined his little rod, which was now slightly reddened but still hard. I gave it a final lick, which made him twitch. "That tickles!" he exclaimed and I looked up at him to see that he was grinning back at me. "Did you like that, Dan-Dan?" I asked. "Yes, Daddy. Very much. You're very good at that." "Yours is the first doodle I've ever...tasted," I said, winking at him. "And it's beautiful. Just like you." He beamed at me, pleased with my praise, and I sat up and got off the bed. Daniel's eyes watched me as I unzipped my jeans and pulled them down to my ankles, stepping out of them and looking down at him. I could see him watching my groin and I knew he was staring at my cock, which was making an obvious tent in my underwear. "Sit on the side of the bed, little mate," I said quietly and he sat up, moving to sit on the edge of the mattress. I stepped closer to him, my crotch level with his head, and pressed his face against my erection, feeling his heat through the fabric of my undies. "Oh, Danny," I whispered, feeling my horniness escalating. "Can I see it, Daddy?" my boy asked. "It's all yours to play with, little mate," I said and watched as his tiny hands reached up and began to pull at the elastic waistband, carefully moving the material over my erection and pulling my underwear down to my knees. My cock sprang up once it was free, smacking him in the face, which made him giggle. "Hmm, my doodle seems happy to see you," I said, chuckling a little. Daniel's small hand took hold of the shaft, barely able to fit his fingers around it, and took a moment to admire it. And there it was; the look of desire in his eyes that turned me on so much. "Like I said, Dan-Dan. My doodle's been very lonely this week. He sure missed you." "I missed him too," said Daniel, giving me an impish grin. "Can I taste you, Daddy?" "You better," I whispered and watched as my son's mouth opened wide and he leaned forward, his lips wrapping around the head of my cock. I sucked in my breath as i felt the warmth of his tongue brush over my sensitive glans, sending ripples of pleasure through me. For a moment he just held it still, licking at my flesh, almost experimentaly. And then his head lowered a little more, taking over half my dick inside him and making me groan aloud. "Oh.... yes, Danny. Oh I love it when you suck my doodle." As if encouraged, Daniel began to lift his head, his lips bulging obscenely around my shaft, then decended again as he started to blow me. I stared down at him in amazement, shocked by the sight of my thick penis inside his small little mouth. He was so tiny compared to me and the size difference was startling. No wonder Woody had been unable to resist molesting him. "Let's get on the bed again," I said and he pulled his mouth off my prick, making a wet, squelchy sound. I moved onto the mattress and sat at the top of the bed, resting against the pillows, and spread my legs invitingly. Daniel smiled and joined me, crawling in between my thighs and taking hold of my dick again. I had been imagining this moment, and much more, all week. To be finally alone and naked with my little boy, enjoying each other's bodies. Previously each encounter had been spur of the moment and fleeting. This felt less sinister, for some reason, and filled with genuine love. I let out a deep sigh as he resumed sucking my hard cock, his warm, tiny mouth slowly gliding up and down my aching flesh. I closed my legs a little so that I could feel his smooth body against my skin, thrilling at the erotic sensation it provided. Daniel was hungry for my cock. He desired me and seemed to worship my adult body as though I was a God. And this made me feel intensely masculine and powerful. The room was quiet for a few minutes as my son made love to my "doodle" with his mouth, the only sound being my soft moans and the wet, sloppy sound of his oral efforts. My hand reached up touched his head, my fingers running through his mess of dark, wavy hair, feeling his scalp move as he fellated me. "I love you so much, little mate," I said. He was barely able to get half my dick in his mouth but he kept one of his hands around the base of my shaft, stroking and squeezing it in time with his sucking. Fuck. This oral sex was better than anything I had ever experienced with a woman. How was it possible that my nine-year-old son was so damn talented? Daniel lifted his head from my cock after a while, looking up at me. "Daddy? Can I ... can I give your bottom a special kiss?" Fuck! Oh fuck! "Hmm. Yes, Dan-Dan. If you want to," I said. He took hold of my knees, pushing back on them a little. I got the hint and helped him out, lifting my legs and pulling them apart wide, shifting my pelvis so that my arse cheeks were spread. Daniel knelt down a little and I saw the top of his head disappear between my thighs. And then I inhaled sharply as I felt the exquisite feeling of his hot little tongue brushing over my sensitive anus. "Awwww..." I said, exhaling as my hole twitched from the delicious wet, tickling sensation. My nine-year-old son was licking my arse! I couldn't believe this was actually happening, and I sent out a silent "Thank-you" to Woody for teaching my little boy how to pleasure a man. "Mmm," Daniel said, unable to articulate properly, as his tongue worked over my shit-hole, licking at it with enthusiam, drenching it with his saliva. Aside from Woody's finger prodding me at the moment of orgasm, I had never had my arse played with, much less eaten. So this was a surprising, and delightful, new experience. Now wonder gay guys enjoy arse-play so much. I briefly thought about Woody and the erection that had, eventually, sprung up when I fucked him so roughly. "That feels so nice, Danny," I said, my hand returning to the back of his head and massaging his scalp as he continued to eat my hole. "You're such a lovely little boy." I felt his tongue sharpen, as if he was stiffening it, and he attempted to push it into me. He wasn't able to, of course, but he tried for several minutes to enter me, as if trying to taste my insides. And all the while I laid back, panting as the intense sensations washed over me. And then something occured to me. "Danny?" I said and my boy left my arse and lifted his head. "Yeah?" "Would... would you like to put your doodle inside Daddy?" "In your bottom?" he asked, his eyes widening in surprise. I nodded. "Yeah. Did you ever do that with Woody?" He shook his head. "No." Finally, a 'first' for Daniel that could belong to me. "What do you think? Do you want to know how it feels?" He answered me by changing his position, getting onto his knees and I could see that his little dick was hard again. If, in fact, it ever went down. I held onto the back of my thighs, arching my pelvis so that he could easily access my nasty hole. I watched as he took hold of his little nail and aimed it at my arsehole, pressing forward until I felt the head of his penis poking at my wet, slimy anus. He prodded at me a few times, trying to enter me, but was having no success. I reached down and cupped a hand around his small bum, pulling him forward and then I sucked in my breath as I felt the tip of his erection begin to penetrate me. "Oooh..." I cooed. His little dick was tiny, barely the size of my little finger, but it was a completely new sensation, taking me by surprise. My hole was so wet from his oral ministrations that the rest of his small organ slid inside me easily and then I felt his petite nut-sack pressed against me. "I think it's all in, Danny," I said, marvelling in the feeling of his little boy-cock inside me. "Does it hurt, Daddy?" Daniel asked with an earnest tone. "No, mate," I whispered, marvelling at how strange it look to see my small, nine-year-old son between my big thighs, his tiny dick buried inside his own father. "Fuck me, Dan-Dan. I think you know how." Daniel gave a little giggle at my swearing, making me grin, and then he began to move his hips, slowly moving his penis in and out of my arse. I kept my hand on his bum, enjoying the sensation of his supple, soft flesh on my palm as he fucked his Daddy. Although he was tiny I still felt a slight sting as his rigid little tool poked and prodded inside my rectum. I was hoping this meant my hole was tight enough to provide enough pressure for his tiny organ to reach orgasm again. I looked at his face and saw that his eyes were closed as he seemed to concentate on the sensations he was experiencing. My free hand grabbed my dick, which was still erect, and gently stroked myself as my little boy worked away between my legs. I was desperate to cum, and I was sure I would be able to with him inside me, but I wanted to lose my load in his mouth tonight. I thought again of Woody. As much as he had claimed so many 'firsts' with my son, I was giving my boy his first chance to fuck another male and that made me happy. Daniel's penis slipped out of me several times when his thrust became a little too energetic. He looked embarrased as he took hold of it and submitted it to my entrance once more, sinking back into me. "Don't worry, Danny. That happens to adults too," I said, giving him a little wink. "Oooh," Daniel said after a few minutes of awkwardly thrusting in and out of my arsehole. My hand on his bum pulled him forward, trying to get him as close to me as possible. Then I had the supreme joy of watching his face as his orgasm arrived. I had seen it before, when I had jerked him off while fingering him, but this looked different. Like he was experiencing a different level of intensity. "Aw, Daddy," he managed to say as he began to gasp, his body shuddering, and I could just about feel his penis twitching inside me. "Mmmmm...." "Oh, yeah, little mate," I whispered as he closed his eyes again, a look of bliss on his young face. Afterwards, Daniel pulled his little rod out of my bum-hole and collapsed on top of me, covered in sweat and, seemingly, exhaused. I stroked his back gently, enjoying the feeling of his smooth, naked body on my broad chest. "Did you like that?" I asked when his breathing eventually returned to normal. He lifted his head to look at me, giving me a soft smile. "Yes, Daddy. I did. No wonder men like doing that." Indeed. We lay in each other's arms for a few minutes, with my hands roaming all over the silky skin of his body, making my cock leak pre-cum. He was laying on top of it and it was poking him in the belly. I flexed my dick-muscle, making it twitch against him, which caused him to giggle. "Daddy, your doodle is stabbing me," he said. "I think it wants your attention," I said, hoping he wouldn't be too tired to do a little more with me. He lifted his head again, grinning at me with a little mischievious glint in his eye. "Do you want me to suck your doodle again?" "I would love that more than anything," I answered very truthfully. Daniel carefully rolled off my torso and repositioned himself between my legs. He deftly took hold of my aching dick, which was now almost red from having an erection for so long, and his mouth lowered over it once more. I let out a loud groan as I felt his hot wet tongue carress the sensitive flesh of my prick. Holding the base steady, his little lips clamped around my meat and he resumed sucking on my hard cock. "Oh, Danny. You are so good at that. God, I love you," I said, my eyes fixated on the sight of my tiny son, looking so small in comparison to my large, 6'2' frame, between my legs, devouring my rigid prick. I wasn't going to last long. "Mmm," Daniel said, or tried to, moaning, and the vibrations around my cock made it throb with intensity. "Yes, little mate," I said, putting my hand on the back of his head, applying a little pressure as he sucked me with increased gusto. I felt his free hand move to my balls and he began to massage my nuts, his warm fingers increasing my pleasure as they moved over my sensitive scrotum. "Aw, that's it, Danny. Play with Daddy's balls." Encouraged, Daniel began to gently tug on my sack, sending delicious tingles through me. I lifted my hips slightly, as if on auto-pilot, attempting to get more of my cock into his mouth, and heard him gag. I sat still, not wanting to put him off, and he lifted his head, his eyes watering from his efforts. He then took a deep breath and then descended on my dick once more, this time taking in more than half. I shuddered as the head of my meat moved to the back of his mouth and was massaged by the warm, wet flesh there. He seemed to choke a few times as he sucked me up and down but made a big effort to take me in as deep as possible. I loved this boy! "Do you want to swallow Daddy's cream?" I asked, whispering. He made a "Hmmm" sound again and I began to lift my pelvis once more, thrusting up slightly each time he descended on my dick. He choked occasionally, and I could see his skin was flushed from the exertion, but he kept up the pace, edging me closer and closer to orgasm. Daniel was slobbering all over my erection, like a kid possessed, and I was enjoying every moment of his debauchery. Some saliva escaped his mouth and dribbled down onto my balls, slicking them up while my boy's hand was still playing with them. This increased the sensations beyond my point of tollerance and I felt the muscles in my groin began to twitch. "I'm going to cum, little mate," I gasped, holding onto his head and guiding him up and down on my cock. "Aw, yeah. That's it, Dan-Dan. Suck Daddy's doodle. You're such a good b..." My voice trailed off as the intensity of my orgasm began to kick in, causing my body to tense up as the familiar tingling began in my balls. The throbbing increased, making me suck in my breath, panting like an animal. And then I let out a loud groan, the egdes of my reality shimmering as my cock exploded in Daniel's mouth. "Awwww....fuuuuuucck...!" I let loose, completely losing control as my body shuddered, flooded with feelings of pure bliss. I heard Daniel choking as my semen hit the back of his throat and the gulping sounds he made as he tried to swallow it. "Oh my God...." When I finally stopped shooting, Daniel continued to suck on my rod, as if trying to drain the final drops out of me. When my dick began to lose its hardness and became a little sensitive, I had to say to him, "That's starting to tickle now, Danny." He lifted his head, my glistening cock falling out of his mouth and flopping against my belly. "Sorry, Daddy," he said. "You have to stop saying sorry," I said and then I pulled him up towards me, dragging his naked body on top so that he was laying on my chest. "You are... simply the best little boy in the whole world." "The whole world?" he asked, his face looking down at me, his body and hair moist from persperation. "The whole universe!" I said and then cupped the back of his head, running my hands through his damp tendrils. "Would you... like to give Daddy a grown-up kiss?" He nodded, his eyes seeming to light up. "Yes, please. I liked it last time." I pulled him closer to me and our lips met. It felt strange at first, just like the last time. We had kissed on the lips before, plenty of times, as father and son. But this was different. I let my tongue enter his mouth and I gently caressed his own, slowly french-kissing him. I had eaten a little of my cum once or twice, out of curiosity, and I could taste traces of it in Daniel's gob as I kissed him. His breath also smelled strongly of, what I can only describe as, sex. A mixture of saliva, semen and, I guess, arse residue. My free hand ran down the length of his back and rested on his pert little bottom, massaging the silky smooth globes. It was going to be a great weekend. To be continued...