Chad, the Ideal Lad
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Category:
Original - Misc › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
20
Views:
13,255
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
1
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This is a work of fiction about oral and anal sex between a man and a seven-year old boy. The characters, locations & incidents are fictional. Any resemblance to actual events or locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coi
Chapter 11 - Put Your Weewee in There
©2009 Herb Cat. Do not reproduce or distribute this story without the author's permission.
As an author, I welcome feedback from readers. Please send any comments about this story, positive or negative, to Herb_Cat@mailcity.com. Thank you.
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The Columbus Day visit begins with surprises in store for both man and boy the first few hours.
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The much anticipated long weekend finally arrived. I canceled my lessons with my other students; most of them were going north with their families anyway, to take in some fall foliage. Before 4 PM, there was a knock on my door. (Barney hid under the couch.) In came Gwen, Roger and Chad, who was all atwitter with excitement. So was I inside, but a seven-year old hasn't learned to contain it in front of others. He took off his jacket, dropped it on a chair, and danced about happily as Roger handed me the backpack and Gwen gave some last minute instructions. She packed three changes of clothes and the kid's toiletries, but said if we found she left anything out we should go back to #42 and get whatever we needed. She trusted me with the key. This time she didn't give me a long list of phone numbers. Maybe she forgot in her excitement, or assumed I still had the list from last time. I would hope she felt by now she could depend on my knowing what to do should "something" happen. She gave me a peck on the cheek, Roger shook my hand, and they each gave Chad a hug and a kiss. "Have a safe trip, you two, and have a wonderful weekend. The weather is supposed to be beautiful there." Although I was thinking the two lovebirds may not even leave their romantic hideaway with its warm fluffy bed and heartshaped bathtub.
When they finally left, we could all breathe more easily. Barney crawled out from under the couch and started nosing Chad's legs as the boy quickly took off his clothes. "Hey, Foster, take your clothes off!"
I made sure the car pulled away and then sat on the couch and replied, "I don't think I can, I think you have to undress me."
"You're being silly," he laughed, then came over and began unbuttoning my shirt. I didn't give him any help, wanted him to work for it. He pushed the shirt off my shoulders, then pushed me forward and pulled the sleeves down off my arms. It was like undressing a paraplegic and we were both laughing our asses off. He pulled off my shoes without untying them, and then my socks which he handed to Barney, I suppose to punish me for being such an idiot. Then he pulled me up to my feet and undid my belt and waist button. I closed my eyes as his sweet little hands unzipped me. My cock was already getting stiff. He pushed the jeans down to my ankles and then nearly tore my bikini undies pulling them down. He pushed me in the stomach forcing me to sit down again and pulled the pants off my feet. "There!" he said with a sense of accomplishment. I grabbed him up on to my lap, hugging his bony ribs and kissing his sweet lips. He threw his skinny legs on either side of me and reached back to guide my hand on to his butt so I could run my finger along his pucker, a foretaste of all the fun these three days had in store.
After jacking each other off to an "o-gas-sim," Chad was ready for something else. I gathered up our clothes and carried them to my bedroom where I just threw them in a heap on my bed for now. Barney still had one of my socks. Chad started chasing him to get it back. After they raced through all the rooms and back to the couch, the boy stopped, stood still, looked sternly at Barney and held out his hand. The dog compliantly placed the sock in his hand. "See, Foster? I can do that too!" I was amazed but glad Barney would obey my little friend. "Here, put it on, Foster, just like I had to wear my undies when they was all wet with dog slobber." I put my foot in the wet sock and made a big show of how icky it felt, which made Chad giggle all the more. "You makin me laugh too much. I gotta pee. You come too." What did he have up his sleeve this time? "Foster, you sit down there on the toilet." I obeyed of course and soon the sadistic seven-year old was aiming at my dick, except with all his wiggling the stream went all over my thighs and belly as well. We both laughed which of course made his pee land even further afield. Before the final spritses, I leaned forward, grabbed his penis and aimed it at my face to his astonishment and delight. I rubbed the last few drops off with my open hand and then went to kiss him again. "Ewwww! Don't kiss me. You need a bath, Foster!" He bent over the tub and turned on the hot water. I went over and added enough cold to make it pleasantly warm and we waited for the tub to fill. He reached under the sink and took out bath salts and threw in half the box. Soon the tub was billowing with froth. "You need lots of soap 'cause you is so stinky." I climbed in and lay down and Chad climbed in on top of me. We were soon encased in sudsy bubbles. I was a little disappointed I couldn't see his pretty wet nakedness, but I made up for it by feeling him and smelling him and tasting him.
It's such fuckin fun trying to take a bath with a seven-year old boy, who can't lie still. He wriggled about on top of me, and plopped himself down in varying positions and contortions. Lucky for my old body, he only weighed 50. At one point his head was down on my thighs which I raised to keep him from drowning. His shins were pressed against my two ears. I took the cloth and washed his little dick deliberately moving the skin down to expose his pretty dickhead. He was stiff. Then I moved to his ass hole and "accidentally" lost the cloth in the sudsy water. Since both my finger and his hole were wet and soapy, I was able to push in easily. He bent his knees, moved his feet to my shoulders and bucked his hips. He was enjoying the penetration. "Foster," he grunted, "later you gotta put your weewee in there."
"OK."
.oOo.
As an author, I welcome feedback from readers. Please send any comments about this story, positive or negative, to Herb_Cat@mailcity.com. Thank you.
As an author, I welcome feedback from readers. Please send any comments about this story, positive or negative, to Herb_Cat@mailcity.com. Thank you.
.oOo.
The Columbus Day visit begins with surprises in store for both man and boy the first few hours.
.oOo.
The much anticipated long weekend finally arrived. I canceled my lessons with my other students; most of them were going north with their families anyway, to take in some fall foliage. Before 4 PM, there was a knock on my door. (Barney hid under the couch.) In came Gwen, Roger and Chad, who was all atwitter with excitement. So was I inside, but a seven-year old hasn't learned to contain it in front of others. He took off his jacket, dropped it on a chair, and danced about happily as Roger handed me the backpack and Gwen gave some last minute instructions. She packed three changes of clothes and the kid's toiletries, but said if we found she left anything out we should go back to #42 and get whatever we needed. She trusted me with the key. This time she didn't give me a long list of phone numbers. Maybe she forgot in her excitement, or assumed I still had the list from last time. I would hope she felt by now she could depend on my knowing what to do should "something" happen. She gave me a peck on the cheek, Roger shook my hand, and they each gave Chad a hug and a kiss. "Have a safe trip, you two, and have a wonderful weekend. The weather is supposed to be beautiful there." Although I was thinking the two lovebirds may not even leave their romantic hideaway with its warm fluffy bed and heartshaped bathtub.
When they finally left, we could all breathe more easily. Barney crawled out from under the couch and started nosing Chad's legs as the boy quickly took off his clothes. "Hey, Foster, take your clothes off!"
I made sure the car pulled away and then sat on the couch and replied, "I don't think I can, I think you have to undress me."
"You're being silly," he laughed, then came over and began unbuttoning my shirt. I didn't give him any help, wanted him to work for it. He pushed the shirt off my shoulders, then pushed me forward and pulled the sleeves down off my arms. It was like undressing a paraplegic and we were both laughing our asses off. He pulled off my shoes without untying them, and then my socks which he handed to Barney, I suppose to punish me for being such an idiot. Then he pulled me up to my feet and undid my belt and waist button. I closed my eyes as his sweet little hands unzipped me. My cock was already getting stiff. He pushed the jeans down to my ankles and then nearly tore my bikini undies pulling them down. He pushed me in the stomach forcing me to sit down again and pulled the pants off my feet. "There!" he said with a sense of accomplishment. I grabbed him up on to my lap, hugging his bony ribs and kissing his sweet lips. He threw his skinny legs on either side of me and reached back to guide my hand on to his butt so I could run my finger along his pucker, a foretaste of all the fun these three days had in store.
After jacking each other off to an "o-gas-sim," Chad was ready for something else. I gathered up our clothes and carried them to my bedroom where I just threw them in a heap on my bed for now. Barney still had one of my socks. Chad started chasing him to get it back. After they raced through all the rooms and back to the couch, the boy stopped, stood still, looked sternly at Barney and held out his hand. The dog compliantly placed the sock in his hand. "See, Foster? I can do that too!" I was amazed but glad Barney would obey my little friend. "Here, put it on, Foster, just like I had to wear my undies when they was all wet with dog slobber." I put my foot in the wet sock and made a big show of how icky it felt, which made Chad giggle all the more. "You makin me laugh too much. I gotta pee. You come too." What did he have up his sleeve this time? "Foster, you sit down there on the toilet." I obeyed of course and soon the sadistic seven-year old was aiming at my dick, except with all his wiggling the stream went all over my thighs and belly as well. We both laughed which of course made his pee land even further afield. Before the final spritses, I leaned forward, grabbed his penis and aimed it at my face to his astonishment and delight. I rubbed the last few drops off with my open hand and then went to kiss him again. "Ewwww! Don't kiss me. You need a bath, Foster!" He bent over the tub and turned on the hot water. I went over and added enough cold to make it pleasantly warm and we waited for the tub to fill. He reached under the sink and took out bath salts and threw in half the box. Soon the tub was billowing with froth. "You need lots of soap 'cause you is so stinky." I climbed in and lay down and Chad climbed in on top of me. We were soon encased in sudsy bubbles. I was a little disappointed I couldn't see his pretty wet nakedness, but I made up for it by feeling him and smelling him and tasting him.
It's such fuckin fun trying to take a bath with a seven-year old boy, who can't lie still. He wriggled about on top of me, and plopped himself down in varying positions and contortions. Lucky for my old body, he only weighed 50. At one point his head was down on my thighs which I raised to keep him from drowning. His shins were pressed against my two ears. I took the cloth and washed his little dick deliberately moving the skin down to expose his pretty dickhead. He was stiff. Then I moved to his ass hole and "accidentally" lost the cloth in the sudsy water. Since both my finger and his hole were wet and soapy, I was able to push in easily. He bent his knees, moved his feet to my shoulders and bucked his hips. He was enjoying the penetration. "Foster," he grunted, "later you gotta put your weewee in there."
"OK."
.oOo.
As an author, I welcome feedback from readers. Please send any comments about this story, positive or negative, to Herb_Cat@mailcity.com. Thank you.