Date: Sun, 24 Mar 2024 23:59:16 +0000 From: Dr. Williams Subject: SHAWN AND LITTLE DANIEL 9 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/MMb-Con) (British English) Feedback is always welcome. Email: Dr.Williams.Author@proton.me Twitter/X: @DrWill9375 "SHAWN & LITTLE DANIEL" By Dr. Williams Chapter 9: Hungry Little Bottom 1983 The following Monday I arrived back at work at the end of the day, after doing my deliveries, and went straight to Woody's office. He gave me a hesitant smile when I came into the room after tapping on his door. "Hey, Shawn. You're free to go home if you want." "I was... hoping we could have a private word?" I said, cocking my eyebrows at him. He caught the look and, after several expressions crossed his face, he nodded. "Let's go somewhere else," he suggested, rising from his chair. Several minutes later we were in the dimly lit storage area, which was a secluded room at the back of the wharehouse. It was filled with empty packing boxes and rugs that were used in furniture deliveries. "What's up, mate?" he asked, eyeing me warily. "Look, I know we spoke a litle bit, last week...after what happened." "Yeah. We both apologised." "Well...I need to again." "Shawn, there's no need -" "Yes, Woody. There is." He stared at me and sighed, sitting himself down on a pile of the delivery rugs. "Go on, then. Say what you need to." "How's your arse?" I asked, giving him a wink. I was happy to see him finally crack a smile. "It's... feeling better now," he said. "After a week of taking it easy and several hot baths." "So that's a 'No' for round two then?" I asked. "Don't mess me around, Shawn." I paused a moment. "I needed to apologise again...because instead of being angry with you, about what you did...I should have thanked you." Woody stared at me, frowning. "Thank me? Are you serious?" I walked closer to him and sat beside him on the rugs, staring into space. I quickly glanced his way and could see that he was watching me. "I...I don't know how to say this..." "Shawn. You should know. Daniel...the things Danny did with me...you're the one he really wants to do that stuff with. I was just a...substitute." I let a moment pass and then I turned to look him in the eyes. "I know, mate. I know." "He told you?" "I...I've always known. Ever since he was a toddler. I've just never....well almost never...let anything happen." "I know something happened before...I got to him," he said. "He accidentally let something slip once, about touching your...'doodle', as he calls it." "Yeah...I did let him explore once. But there's more...that I have to tell you." "I'm all ears, mate," he said. "Well...let's just say we have moved beyond exploration." "What does that mean?" "It means...And there's no easy way to say this...I just spent the weekend having...sex...with my nine-year-old son," I said and looked away from him again. It wasn't that I didn't want him to know. It just felt strange saying the words out aloud. Woody didn't respond for a while and I finally looked back at him to see that he was staring at the ground, a sad expression on his face. "Danny...must be very happy. It's what he's always wanted." "I think he is," I said and then I touched his shoulder. He flinched, turning to look at me again, and I could see fear in his eyes. "But there's something else I found out about," I said. "What else is there?" he asked, looking genuinely bewildered. "Danny...Danny asked, on Saturday, when he could...see you again." Woody sucked in a little breath and I could see he was trying to fight back tears. "Really?" he asked, his voice a little choked. "Really, mate. Just remember...he didn't tell me anything. He kept your secret. And when I told him that I knew about it...he was so upset. He was..." I paused, feeling myself well up a little. "He...was upset because he thought you were going to get in trouble." Woody squeezed his eyes shut, trying hard not to cry. He nodded for a while, seemingly to himself, then opened his eyes, which were now a little bloodshot, staring at me. "He's...such a good kid." "He is. He's a unique and very special little boy." "I couldn't... resist him," Woody said, his voice flat. "Not that I really tried, to be honest. He's...one of the most exciting things that's ever happened to me. He became all I could think about." "I...I know what you mean. He has that effect on me too. Maybe he was using you as a substitute. But he really cares for you. And he doesn't want you to just vanish from his life." I put my hand on his shoulder again and this time he didn't flinch. "I don't want you to either." "How will that work?" "I honestly don't know. Look, we both know he's gay. And he won't be the sort to stay in the closet when he gets older." I caught his look and quickly added, "That's not a dig at you, by the way." I put my arm around him, pulling him closer to my big frame. "Danny's going to need all the love we can give him. In...whatever form that takes." We lapsed into silence and we stared at each other for a while. And then I saw Woody glance down at my crotch, raising his eyebrows and looking back at me, a trace of a smile playing on his lips. My dick immediately reacted. I grinned back, shaking my head, as if in digust. "Sorry, mate," he said. "I don't think I'll ever stop doing that. I'm a perv." I waited a beat and then took his hand, placing it over the growing lump in my jeans. His eyes lit up and he immediately cupped my bulge, give it a firm but gently squeeze. "I don't think I want you to stop," I said as he slowly massaged my cock, which was now fully erect, through the material of my pants. "I know you're not...gay, mate...but..." he said, his voice trailing off. "No...but...if I'm honest...I really like the way you...look at me. I can't explain why. I'm not attracted to men. And I can't pretend to be. But last week... there... there was...something. And I enjoyed it." "I think you enjoyed dominating me," Woody whispered. "There was something...primal about it." I nodded. "Yeah. That's true. It was kind of like wrestling." "With benefits. Look, I like you. I like your body. The thought of giving you pleasure..." I grinned at him. "You've got me hard now, mate. Do you think you could visit tonight?" His hand stopped kneeding my dick. "Woah. Really?" I shrugged. "Why not? Come around after dinner. Danny will be so happy." He nodded, breaking out into a big smile. "I would love to see him." "Then let go of my dick so I can get going," I said and we both chuckled. Half an hour later I arrived home and telephoned Graham's house. Luke answered and I asked him to tell Danny he could come home. Several minutes later my little son came bounding into the house, throwing his arms around when he found me in the kitchen. "Daddy!" he cried, grinning up at me with his mouth full of white teeth. I picked him up in my arms, his little legs wrapping around my waist, then planted a big kiss on his lips. "Am I glad to see you," I said, pulling back to look at him. "Did you have a good day?" "Uh-huh. Luke has a He-Man toy and let me play with it." "Is that the only thing you played with?" Daniel giggled, and lowered his head onto my shoulder. "Daddy..." I stroked the back of his head, feeling his messy tendrils on my fingers, while my other hand patted his pert little bum. "I've got a surprise for you, after dinner." He looked back up at me, his face a question. An hour later, after we had finished eating, there was a knock on the front door and I went to answer it. When I led Woody into the living room, Daniel jumped up from the couch, dressed in his Superman pyjamas, his face lighting up with a huge smile. "Woody!" he cried and threw his arms around my boss's waist. Woody hugged him back, smiling. "Hey, Danny. Good to see you, beautiful boy." He knelt down and pulled my son into a propper embrace, one of his hands cupping Daniel's tiny bottom. I felt a twinge of angst seeing another man touch my kid like that. But it wasn't a bad feeling. "I told you it was good surprise," I said, winking at Woody. My boss then presented Daniel with a small plastic bag. "I got this for you," he said, kissing the side of my son's face. Daniel reached into the bag and pulled out a black 'Batman' t-shirt. He dropped the bag and opened it up to look at it, beaming with joy. "Daddy, look! A 'Batman t-shirt!" "Mmm. Woody knows you like your super heroes," I said. Woody picked up the plastic bag again. "There's something else as well, Danny." My son took the bag back and reached in again, taking out some tiny black underwear, black, with gold piping, also with the 'Batman' logo. "They match!" Daniel exclaimed, smiling. "I wanted to see how you looked with a matching set," Woody said and then shot me a sheepish look. "You better try them on, Dan-Dan," I said and patted Woody on the shoulder. "I'll get you a beer, mate." When I returned from the kitchen, Daniel was completely naked and pulling the t-shirt over his head. It was a perfect fit and looked good on him. "That looks wonderful, Danny," said Woody, then picked up the underwear. "And how about these? Let's see if that cute little bottom of yours fits in." Daniel giggled as Woody helped him on with the underwear. I sat on the couch as my boss pulled the undies slowly up Daniel's legs, making sure to run his fingers all the way along my son's smooth skin. I shook my head, amused, as he spent a long time touching Daniel's arse while checking that the garment fitted properly. "Will your big doodle fit in there?" Woody teased, making my son laugh. "It's not big yet!" Daniel said. "It will be when you're older," said Woody, winking at me. "If you're anything like your Dad." Daniel spun around to show me his matching items and he did incredibly cute in his 'Batman' ensemble. Half an hour later we were all seated on the couch, with Daniel sitting on my lap, bouncing up and down on my groin as he excitedly told my boss about what we had got up to over the weekend. Woody sipped on a beer while he listened to my son. "And after I licked his bottom, Daddy let me put my doodle inside him," Daniel said, which caused my boss's eyes to widen. "Did he now?" Woody asked, shooting me a look. "Only Danny is allowed to do that," I said, smirking back at him. "And Daddy put his doodle in me three times!" continued Daniel, ignoring our exchange. "Once on Saturday and two times on Sunday!" I grinned to myself, remembering the Sunday: After lunch I had fucked him doggy style in the living room, using only two thirds of my dick, while he masturbated himself. When he had his boygasm, his clencing little arse triggered me off and I lost my load in his delicious little hole. The next time had been that night, in Daniel's bedroom, when my boy had coaxed another erection from me (which wasn't hard) and I lay him on his side, taking his tiny bum from behind. I had grabbed hold of his rigid little erection this time and made him orgasm twice while I leisurely fucked his tender bottom. I was reluctant to go balls-deep in him again until he had some more experience under his belt. Woody reached out and touched Daniel's bare knee, massaging it. "Wow, you must have been a brave boy for your Dad. His doodle is very big." Daniel grinned, his bottom moving around on my erection. "I was a really good boy. And I only cried a little bit." He paused, clearly trying to remember something, then added, "Oh, and I sucked on Daddy's toes a few times." "And I liked it," I added quietly. "Good to know," said Woody, winking at me. This conversation was making me extremely horny. I leant closer to Daniel's head, whispering in his ear. "Hey, Dan-Dan. Would you... like to show me how good you suck Woody's doodle?" I saw my boss react and Daniel clapped his hands together excitedly. "Can I, Daddy?" "Uh-huh," I said and patted his knee. "Go and help him get his trousers off." Daniel hopped up from my lap, revealing the tell-tale bulge of my erection, which Woody made no secret of seeing. But his attention soon turned to my little boy as he dilligently removed my boss's shoes and socks. Woody unbuckled his belt and unzipped his trousers, lifting his arse so my boy could pull them off, leaving him only in his underwear, which was tenting with his own hard-on. I squeezed my cock through my pants as my little son lifted the elastic of Woody's underwear over his dick, revealing his manhood, and then yanked the undies off over the man's ankles, tossing them aside. Daniel got in between Woody's legs and took hold of his handsome prick, holding the shaft and squeezing it. My boss sighed. "Oh, Danny. I've missed you so much," he said, his voice quiet and sultry, as my nine-year-old boy played with his meat. His hand reached up and rested on Daniel's head, his fingers playing with the messy dark hair. "You're such a good little boy." "I missed your doodle," Daniel said, his big blue eyes gazing at it with a look of adoration, which made me feel a twinge of envy. "It tastes different to Daddy's". Then gave me a look, raising his eyebrows, as if seeking permission. I nodded at him, smiling, and he lowered his head and took the head of Woody's cock in his mouth. The man groaned, his face taking on a dreamy expression, then let out a little sound of surprise as Daniel engulfed even more of his penis, sinking down to the root and almost meeting his hairy balls. "Oh, fuck, Danny," Woody said in response to my kid deep throating him, and he turned to grin at me, his face the picture of ecstacy. He mouthed a silent "Thank you". This was turning me on incredibly and I began to undress, pulling off my jeans and underwear. I shifted over so that I was sitting right next to my boss, our bare arse cheeks and thighs pressing together. I watched with fascination as my tiny little son pleasured another man, sucking up and down on his rigid cock. I was about to grab my dick when I felt Woody's hand take hold of it, his fingers circling around the shaft and gently jerking it. This was an entirely new sensation, which I wasn't sure I was ready for, but I couldn't deny that it felt good. "Is this okay?" he asked me in a whisper. I nodded at him and we resumed staring down at Daniel, looking so small between Woody's thick thighs, as he once again sucked the man's dick down to the root, making a gagging sound as he tried to hold it as long as possible. When he lifted his head to take in a huge breath, his eyes were watering. He looked at us both, sitting next to each other, naked from the waist down and Woody's fist around my erection. His two favourite men together. "Do you like touching Daddy's doodle as well?" Daniel asked, his lips glistening. "I can't help it. It's a very handsome doodle," said Woody. Daniel smiled, seemingly happy, and lowered his mouth back onto the phallus in his hand. For the next few minutes we lapsed into silence as Daniel continued to slobber over Woody's thick, seven-inch cock. Woody's hand remained on the back of my boy's head, guiding him up and down and sighing from the pleasure he was recieving. This took most of his concentration and the movements his other hand were making on my erection were a little jerky and uneven. It seemed crazy that I was allowing this to happen. That I was letting another man use my only child for sexual gratification. But there was something about Woody's feelings for Daniel that gave me a sense of peace. I somehow felt that he would make sure my boy was looked after if something ever happened to me or my ex-wife. I looked at Daniel and I wondered if I could fuck him again. I'm sure my boss would be majorly kinked-out to see me sodomise my own kid. I gently detached myself from Woody's grip and stood up, moving into position behind my boy and sinking to my knees. I placed my hands on his thighs and gently lifted him up so he was kneeling and bent forward over the other man's crotch, his full, perky little bottom facing me, hidden behind the thin fabric of his 'Batman undies. I began to pull the underwear down and inhaled deeply as I saw his soft, smooth bum cheeks. I crouched down, parting his globes, and stared at his tiny hole. It was shut tight and a dark red colour, with tinges of purple, the results of fucking him several times over the weekend. He had prepped himself with the plastic banana the first time, so the subsequent fucks were relatively close together and I hadn't really done any foreplay work to open him up like I should have. I had just applied lube to my dick and eased myself into him. But now it had been close to twenty-four hours later and I needed to prepare him again for my cock. I got my face right in his crack, my tongue taking its first taste of an arse. I heard Daniel made a high pitched squeal of surprise and I glanced up to see that he had stopped sucking on Woody, turning to look around at me. "Daddy!" he said, looking shocked. "Do you want me to stop, little man?" I asked. He shook his head. "No!" I grinned at him, glancing up at Woody for a moment, then resumed my experimental licks of his tender, bruised little anus. It wasn't at all what I was expecting. I had assumed it would smell bad but it didn't. A little funky perhaps, like old sweat, but due to his age it was almost a sweet odor. Encouraged by this surprise I became a little more bold, taking longer licks as I grazed over his greasy balloon knot. I heard Daniel groan, which encouraged me, and lathered him up with my saliva, wiggling my tongue against his ring, feeling the tight muscle restrict any access to his insides. I then heard Woody sigh and I glanced up to see that Daniel had resumed sucking on my boss's cock. "Fuck, Danny. My doodle loves your mouth so much," said Woody. I grinned to myself, glad to know I wasn't the only man who occasionally described their penis as a separate entity. My first try at 'eating-arse' was going well, I thought. After several minutes of this I felt the muscle of his ring relax somewhat and become more pliable. Though not enough to allow my tongue entry. I pulled back after a while, panting a little from my efforts, then got to my feet. "I'll be back in a minute," I said and ran to my bedroom to look for the tube of lubricant. I then remembered that I had left it in Daniel's bedroom and rushed there, grabbing it from his bedside table. When I got back to the living room, I was surprised to see things had changed in my short absence. Daniel's t-shirt had been removed and he was now laying on the couch, on his back. Woody was kneeling between his legs, now completely naked, and my son's small legs were hoisted up around the man's waist. My boss looked up as I came back into the room and saw the lube in my hands. "You must have read my mind," he said, snatching it from my fingers and opening it up. I didn't say anything, a little in shock, watching as Woody smeered some of the lubricant over his erection. "Loosening him up for me, are you?" I whispered in his ear, moving away and sitting next to Daniel on the couch. Woody smiled at me, winking. I pulled my t-shirt over my head and tapped my son's shoulder. "Let Daddy get behind you, little man. I want to hold you while Woody f...puts his doodle in." "Yes, Daddy," said Daniel and lifted himself, his feet pulling free from my boss's hips, so that I could squeeze in behind him. Once my thighs were on either side of him I put my hand on his bare chest and pulled him into me, my dick pressing into his lower back. My arms snaked under his and pulled his legs against his chest, spreading his bum cheeks apart. Now his arse was positioined at the edge of the couch and his head was lying at the base of my ribcage. Woody got himself into position, lining up his thick dick with Daniel's wet hole, and I marvelled at the size difference between them. Although smaller than me, he was still an impressive man, with strong arms and legs and a solid torso. My son looked so tiny and fragile compared to the two of us. I felt my erection throb as I watched Woody guid the head of his cock to press againt Daniel's anus. My boy tensed in my arms, his back twisting a little as my boss's seven-inch dick began to penetrate him. "Uggghhhhh....." he said through gritted teeth. I let go of one of his legs, which Woody grabbed to keep in place, and I held up two of my fingers to his mouth. "Remember what to do, Dan-Dan," I said and Daniel opened his mouth, biting down on my fingers but not with much force. My fingers signalled my boss to continue his progress and he inched himself forward a little more. I felt a sharp pain in my digits as my boy's teeth began to dig into my flesh, putting pressure on the bones of my fingers. Woody could see my look of discomfort and moved his pelvis, sinking the rest of his cock into my son's hole in one slow, steady thrust. He stopped at a point, his pubes now pressed under my son's hairless little genitals and I could tell he was all the way inside Daniel's tight little arse. My boy's teeth were causing me damage and I could see I thin trail of blood leaking from one of my fingers. But I left them in place, wanting to give him something to focus on while he adjusted to the length of Woody's member. My boss was deeper inside him than I had been since Saturday so that would probably hurt as well. "Are you okay, beautiful?" asked Woody, gazing down at my boy with concern. I heard Daniel inhale sharply and his teeth eased off my fingers, which I discreetly pulled away, hoping to avoid any further injury. "I'm okay, Woody," he said, his voice a little raspy. "It just stings a bit." "I should have brought the poppers with me," said Woody, almost absentmindedly. "The what?" I asked. He looked at me and shook his head. "Never mind. They're just something that can...make this stuff easier, sometimes. I'll bring them...next time." I nodded, still not much the wiser, and I let my sore fingers drift down to Daniel's nipples, lightly tickling them. This didn't elicit the giggle I was expecting. Instead my boy sighed, writhing a little, and it was so strange to hear such a sensual sound from the mouth of such a young child. "Hold on to your legs for me, little mate," I said and Daniel put his hand behind his thighs to hold them in place against his chest, which was rising and falling as he sucked in air. I continued to play with one of his tiny teats while my free hand wandered down to his crotch, taking hold of his little penis, which had gone soft. Woody watched me work, holding himself in position, balls-deep in my kid's rectum. "You're such a brave little boy," he said, grinning down at Daniel. "Your Daddy and I are so proud of you. How strong you are. How kind you are." "How sexy you are," I whispered, dropping my head to kiss the top of his shoulder, letting my mouth linger on his soft skin, tasting the tang of his sweat. They seemed to be the magic words as I felt his little penis hardening up in my fingers, which made me smile. I hunched over him a little more, encouraged, and smooched the side of his face, making little animals noises like a dog. "Hmmm.... that's right, Danny. Woody and I think you're the sexiest little boy we have ever seen." "Ever?" he asked, his voice sounding almost like a toddler. "Forever and forever," I said, making little snorting noises with my nose to amuse him. His boy-dick was fully hard now and I spat on my hand, returning it to his genitals and my lubricated fingers began to slide up and down his tiny nail. "Mmmm," he said, forming a soft smile as I gently masturbated him. Woody seemed to take the cue and pulled his dick back a little, waiting a few moments, and then slowly pushed it back into my son. Daniel groaned but he did not sound like he was in pain. I continued to kiss the side of his face, my lips travelling along the contour of his jawline, until I met his ears, where I nibbled on his lobes. My boy twitched with each of the little mini-bites and let out a series of noises that were a mixture of giggles and deep guttural moans. I looked to his crotch and could see Woody had developed a steady rhythm, his pelvis swivelling slowly as he gently fucked my nine-year-old boy. "Do you like what Woody's doing, Dan-Dan?" I asked, my voice hushed. "Uh-huh," he managed to say, grunting as my boss's cock went a little deeper with the penetration. "You like his big doodle giving your bottom something to eat?" I asked and this made him give me a little laugh, amused at my silliness. "It's a hungry bottom, isn't it?" "My bottom isn't hungry!" he said, then sucked in his breath as Woody took the moment to increase the pace of his thrusting a little. "Then why does Woody have to go faster?" I teased. Woody chimed in, albeit a little breathlessly. "It's saying 'feed me, Woody! Feed Me!'. You can hear it, can't you Shawn?" I cupped my hand to my ear and pretended to be listening hard. "You know, I can hear it! It's saying 'Give me more doodles!'" Daniel was full-on giggling now and I kissed his face again, increasing the pressure I was exerting on his little erection. His laughter ebbed away as he closed his eyes, a look of contentment crossing his face, and I knew we were in the zone. He was properly enjoying himself and not just being stoic to make us happy. I stopped trying to amuse him and focused on masturbating him, trying to time my movements with that of Woody's hips as they were grinding into my little boy. My own cock was still throbbing and I pressed it against Daniel's lower back, enoying the sensation of his soft, silky skin as it massaged my sensitive flesh. After a few minutes of this I leaned back, still holding onto my kid, and watched Woody's handsome face as he concentrated on sodomising my son. Wanting to add that something extra to the situation, I reached for one of Daniel's feet, which were close to my head, and pulled it closer. I saw Woody's eyes bulge as I opened my mouth and began sucking on my son's foot. "Oh, Jesus," he hissed, shaking his head as he watched us, speeding up his fucking just a little more. "That looks so fucking hot." I couldn't grin or say anything; my mouth was too full. So I kept up the show for him, sucking on my nine-year-old's full compliment of toes while my other hand stroked his immiature little erection. "Oh, yeah, Shawn," said Woody and I could tell he was getting close to losing his cool. "Eat those little toes while I fuck your little boy in the arse with my cock." His eyes were glued on me and I made my foot-job (is that a thing?) as sensual as possible, taking it out and making a big show of letting my tongue slide in and out between his individual toes. "Aw...fuck...I've always wanted to see you two together. It's just so fucking hot!" "Join me," I said, lifting my eyebrows at him, and then pushed Daniel's other foot towards him. He gave me a 'Why-didn't-I-think-of-that?' look and leaned forward, taking hold of my son's free hoof, swallowing all five toes into his mouth and sucking on them. His eyes seem to roll, hopefully in hedonistic pleasure, as we each gave my little boy's feet the oral treatment. I finally settled on Daniel's big toe, like he had with mine, and sucked on it like it was his penis, timing my ups and downs with the strokes on his dick. My boy began to vibrate after a little while, panting furiously and letting lose a series of high-pitched groans. He was getting close. I locked eyes with Woody and I realised he had come to the same conclusion, his pelvis grinding into my child as he pushed his dick in and out with long, deliberate strokes. I took my mouth off Daniel's foot long enough to say, "Yeah, fuck him, Woody. Fuck my kid." He did the same. "You like this, huh?" he said, gasping as he plowed my boy at a moderate place. "You like watching me fuck your nine-year-old in his little shit-hole?" "Oh, yeah, boss. Get that big cock deep inside him. Make him cum." Woody took Daniel's foot back in his mouth and grunted with each thrust, his skin flushing and sweat beading on his brow. "Daddy..." Daniel whined and I could feel his rigid little penis twitching and spasming in my fingers. I also resumed sucking on my boy's other foot, hoping to intensify his sensations. "Mmm....." Woody said, or tried to, his eyes almost crossing, and I could tell that Daniel's arse was clamping down on his cock. "Ahh.....ah....ahh....oh fuck...." he began saying, his entire body trembling as his eyes squeezing closed. As I watched a look of bliss came over him and I realised this was the first time I had ever watched a man have an orgasm in person. "Daddy!" Daniel cried out, his tiny erection throbbing under my touch. My son's foot fell out of Woody's mouth as he lost control. "Aw... Danny...!" he said, almost yelling. He let loose with a roar and I knew he was flooding my son's rectum with his semen. "Oh...yes...oh, yes...oh my god...fuck..." he ranted as his thrusts became more erractic, as if his body was being possessed by a demonic force. I watched the pair in fascination, extremely turned on by their simultaneous orgasms, as if their bodies were in sync with one another. My handsome boss was slowing his thrusts now, sweat dripping from his forehead, but was still wearing his silly, blissful grin. I continued to masturbate Daniel at the same pace however, as his dry-orgasm seemed to be a long-lived one, his eyes squeezed shut and his chest rising and falling rapidly. This too eventually began to wane and I gently let go of his foot, letting it slip from my mouth, and then I slowed down the stroking of his little dick. It had stopped twitching and was now looking red and irritated. "Was that good, little man?" I asked, whispering into one of his ears. He nodded, smiling, as if to himself, with a look of satisfaction on his face. "You both gave me the good feeling," he said. "I'm glad it felt good, Dan-Dan," I said, kissing the side of his face again. Daniel abruptly made a slight hissing sound and I glanced up to see that Woody had pulled his thick cock out of my boy's arsehole. His dick was red and glistening, the end dripping with cum. He shook his head as he looked at us, as if in disbelief, the leaned in and started kissing the other side of Daniel's head. For several minutes my boy was sandwhiched between us as we both used our lips to worship his face. Our little boy. Our lover. After a while Woody pulled back, took hold of Daniel's hips, and deftly lifted him off me, setting him off to my side and resting on the couch. This revealed my hard cock, which had been pressed up against my son's lower back during their fuck session. My boss looked down at my erection, making no secret of how tempting he found the sight, and then looked into my eyes, brazenly licking his lips. "I'm still hungry," he said, grinning. "Do you have a hungry bottom as well?" I asked, winking at him. "Hungry for some thick meat in my mouth," he said, almost pleading with his eyes for me to give him persmission. I nodded, without even thinking, and groaned as he lowered himself and took my cock between his lips. Daniel was suddenly cuddled up against me, leaning on my arm as he watched his adult friend suck on his Daddy's 'doodle'. "Oh, Jesus," I moaned, feeling the heat of his mouth warming the sensitive flesh of my dick. His tongue bathed my glans and worked around the head, sending ripples of intense pleasure through me. Oh, man. A guy was sucking my cock. And it felt amazing. "Woody's good at sucking doodles. Isn't he, Daddy?" Daniel said. I certainly couldn't argue. "He's a very good cock-sucker," I said and grinned when I saw Woody's eyebrows raise at me while he worked on my dick. My boss took his mouth off my meat for a moment, looking at my son. "Do you want to play with your Daddy's tits?" "I don't have tits!" I argued. "Oh, shut up," Woody said and resumed sucking my cock. Holy fuck! As much as I enjoyed Daniel taking my dick in his mouth, Woody's skill was at another level. And then he surprised me even further by deep-throating me, his lips travelling down to where the shaft met my balls. He held himself there for a moment and I sighed, the back of his throat massaging my aching erection and sending shivers down my spine. "Aw... boss. Yeah..." I said, panting, and then he lifted up until he was just holding the head of my prick between his lips. He took a moment to look me in the eyes and then sucked me down to the root once more, letting out a moan as he did so, which caused delicious vibrations around my cock. "Aw...shit...mate..." I said. "That is... so.... good..." I instinctively put my hand on the back of his head, gently guiding him up and down. "That's it, boss. Suck my big doodle you pervy cunt!" "Daddy!" Daniel said, seemingly shocked at my language. I briefly looked at my son, giving him a wink. "Remember, we're allowed to use naughty words when we're...playing." "Okay," he leaned against me a little harder. After another moment of watching he twisted his head, taking one of my nipples in his mouth and suckling on it. I put an arm around him and stroked his soft naked skin. "Aw... Dan-Dan...that feels so nice," I said, breathing heavily as my body was worshipped by my two biggest fans. "I guess I do have tits." Woody continued swallowing my dick for another few minutes while my little son licked and sucked on my teat. I was groaning with pleasure, my body experiencing a sensory overload. I was getting closer to climaxing and I used my hand on the back of Woody's head, holding him as I started to take control, lifting my hips so that I could thrust into his mouth. I heard him choke but I didn't stop, gradually speeding up the pace as I tried to fuck his face. Our eyes met and I could tell he was okay with it. Daniel let go of my nipple as my body started to buck. "Keep going, Danny," I whispered. He immediately obeyed me, his tongue quickly grazing over my erect tit. I returned my attention to my boss, whose eyes were watering as he endured my cock being steadily delivered to the back of his throat. "Yeah, Woody. You've waited a long time to taste my cock, haven't you, old man?" He tried to nod but my hand was holding him steady as I fed him my meat. "Yeah...you like me fucking your face, don't you? You like choking on my thick meat? Yeah... suck me, boss. Suck my dick." Tears were leaking from Woody's eyes now and his skin was flushing with colour as he made gagging sounds every time my balls hit his chin. "Yeah, mate," I said. "That's the least you can do for me after you fucked my little boy." My hips were thrusting upwards in a rapid pace as I chased my pleasure and asserted my dominance over him. And then, almost in an act of defiance, Woody's hand snaked under my body and I suddenly felt one of his fingers touching my arsehole. "Oh, no you don't!" I yelled at him but I couldn't move my bum away from him with all my concentration being used on ramming my dick into his mouth. He looked up at me again and I saw a twinkle in his watery eyes as his fingertip started to wiggle against my puckered shit-hole. And damn it felt good. "If you try to put a finger in me... I'll... fucking... kill...you..." I was saying but I think he knew my threats were empty. His finger was thicker that Daniel's penis, which was the only object that had ever penetrated me. My body was covered in sweat, which made my ring greasy and more pliable. I felt his digit invade my resistant muscle and it seemed to set off a chain-reaction. Almost immediately I felt pulsing sensations that radiated from my violated hole, rippling up through my crotch and causing the muscles to throb. My anus twitched and clamped down on his finger and I let out a loud cry as my orgasm was triggered. "Aawwwwwww......" I wailed, overcome with the blissful intensity as my dick began to fire cum into my boss's subserviant mouth. Daniel chose that moment to reach for my other nipple, pinching it hard, which only added to the joy I was experiencing. "Oh...fuck...you wonderful boys..." I was ranting, almost delirius. Woody choked as my semen flooded the back of his throat, some of it spurting from his nose and the sides of his mouth. "Take it, boss man," I growled, my chest heaving as I sucked in air. "Drink my cum, you dirty whore." I stopped talking, my head rolling about as my boss and my son strove to make me happy and give me pleasure. After I had finished cumming Woody lifted his head up, letting my spent dick drop from his mouth, now covered with his glistening saliva. He discreetly removed his fingertip from my arsehole and winked at me. "I knew it would set you off," "Don't do it again," I said softly, meeting his blood-shot eyes. "Without putting your tongue in there first." Woody gave me a huge grin, licking his lips. "Any time, Sir," he said. "Did Daddy hurt you?" came a little voice and we both looked down at Daniel, who had let go of my nipples and was now resting against my arm. He was looking at my boss with concern. Woody shot me a look and then shuffled closer to my son, leaning down and kissing his naked thigh. "Thank you for asking, beautiful boy," Woody said, grinning up at Daniel. "Your Dad did...exactly what I wanted him to. And I enjoyed it." "You were both using naughty words," said my son. "Did it scare you?" Woody asked, looking concerned. "No. I like it when you and Daddy are naughty." I frowned then. My nostrils wrinkled up as I sniffed the air, confused. "Is that...?" Woody sat back on his haunches, looking around. "It's smoke, isn't it?" Daniel was watching us, alarmed by our reactions. "Daddy? What's wrong?" "I'm not sure, Danny," I said, rubbing his shoulder. "Excuse me," I said to Woody and I stood up , rushing to the kitchen. I made my way to the curtains, pulling them open. Next door I could see that Graham's house was on fire! To be continued...