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Original - Misc › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
19
Views:
10,160
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Recommended:
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This is a work of fiction about oral & anal sex between men and boys, aged 6-15. The characters, locations & incidents are fictional. Any resemblance to actual events or locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coinci
Chapter 12 - You want to suck my pene?
©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 Herbcatwriter@yahoo.com. Thank you.
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Chapter 12 - You want to suck my pene?
On Monday, after our morning shower, Travis and I get dressed for breakfast. I find it hard to sleep in my king sized bed unless I'm sharing it with another warm body. Usually a different body each night. Last night, ten-year old Travis was available and willing.
When we get to breakfast, Hermie is already there, fully dressed, wide awake, ready for a new day. Still groggy, I grab a coffee mug.
"Well, Good Morning, Hermie. I'm surprised you aren't with Señor Ito and Paul." Hermie had spent the entire weekend with them, including three nights. He'd eaten every meal with them. Played hide and seek with them. Walked around and took pictures with them. And of course, watched repeated oral and anal sex between man and boy. He got a good idea of the ways boys make the guests happy at Tatawaw.
"Paul he with Señor Ito now. But Hermie say I got school. I gotta learn read. Señor Ito say school is portant. He let me go."
"Good for you, Hermie." I bend over and kiss his head. He doesn't mind.
"Señor Larry?"
"What is it, Hermie?"
"Do you still want to suck my pene?"
I look at him. "Do you want me to?"
He looks up at me with those big dark eyes and nods. "Si. Yes."
"Really?" He nods again.
"Here?" He jumps up on his chair, opens his pants and lets them drop, then pushes his undies (Spongebob) down to his skinny thighs.
I bend at the waist and take his boytool in my mouth, scrotum and all. As Travis watches us, I begin to suckle this scrumptious morsel.
Hermie starts giggling, sings out "Stop!" and pulls back from me. He pulls up his undies and pants and sits down. "Thanks, Señor Larry. That was good." Good? It must have lasted all of twenty seconds. But I guess it's a start. I sit down to my breakfast.
Bart comes in. "Good morning, Larry, Travis, Hermie."
"Señor Bart, do you want to suck my pene?" Travis and I look at each other and grin.
"Sure, Hermie." Again the boy jumps up on his chair, drops trou and offers his boytool. And again after a few seconds, just as Bart is getting into it, Hermie quits. Travis and I can't help laughing. Bart doesn't think it's so funny. To Hermie, it's all a wonderful new game.
As others come into breakfast, they are asked the same question, "Want to suck my pene?" Now Hermie isn't even bothering to sit down. He stands on his chair with his pants at his ankles, as man after man, and boy after boy, gives him a few moments of oral sex. But there is nothing sexual about it. Neither sucker nor suckee gets hard. It's like tickling; something fun to do for a few seconds. No one gets mad now because they can see this is not prolonged fellatio. The whole table is laughing when Comley comes in and receives the same question.
"You sure are a funny little boy, Hermie," Comley says after he gets his two licks in. Hermie looks around to see if he's missed anyone. "You don't want to get your nice pants all wrinkled. Either pull them up or take them off altogether and fold them neatly."
Hermie looks at Comley, weighing the options. He pulls his feet out of the pants, turning the legs inside out in the process. Comley helps him fold them and sets them on an empty chair along with Spongebob. Then Comley sits next to him. "You like that game, don't you, Hermie?"
"Si. Yes." He giggles.
"I like it too. But Hermie, I don't want you to play that game with the guests." I know what Comley is thinking. Our guests would misinterpret Hermie's ultraquick blowjobs as teasing.
Hermie spends the rest of the day pantless, making sure he scores everyone he knows on staff as well as all his brothers. Clever educator that I am, I incorporate his game into my teaching. I take his pile of vocabulary flash cards. Whenever he reads ten consecutive cards correctly, he gets to choose someone in the room to suck his dick. The class cooperates beautifully. Jerry picks up on it for his addition lesson. I notice by the end of school, Hermie is letting the suckers suck longer. Apparently, getting his baby cock sucked doesn't feel too bad. I'm pleased with Hermie's progress; I think he has earned his allowance this week.
Over the next couple days, the sucking game progresses to the point where the blowjob becomes a true intimate union. As well as getting, Hermie also begins to give. He sucks off the youngest boys: Paul, Bullie, Kumar and Janek. He is afraid to put anything bigger in his mouth.
.oOo.
As an author, I welcome feedback from readers. Please send any comments about this story, positive or negative, to Herbcatwriter@yahoo.com. Thank you.
As an author, I welcome feedback from readers. Please send any comments about this story, positive or negative, to Herbcatwriter@yahoo.com. Thank you.
.oOo.
Chapter 12 - You want to suck my pene?
On Monday, after our morning shower, Travis and I get dressed for breakfast. I find it hard to sleep in my king sized bed unless I'm sharing it with another warm body. Usually a different body each night. Last night, ten-year old Travis was available and willing.
When we get to breakfast, Hermie is already there, fully dressed, wide awake, ready for a new day. Still groggy, I grab a coffee mug.
"Well, Good Morning, Hermie. I'm surprised you aren't with Señor Ito and Paul." Hermie had spent the entire weekend with them, including three nights. He'd eaten every meal with them. Played hide and seek with them. Walked around and took pictures with them. And of course, watched repeated oral and anal sex between man and boy. He got a good idea of the ways boys make the guests happy at Tatawaw.
"Paul he with Señor Ito now. But Hermie say I got school. I gotta learn read. Señor Ito say school is portant. He let me go."
"Good for you, Hermie." I bend over and kiss his head. He doesn't mind.
"Señor Larry?"
"What is it, Hermie?"
"Do you still want to suck my pene?"
I look at him. "Do you want me to?"
He looks up at me with those big dark eyes and nods. "Si. Yes."
"Really?" He nods again.
"Here?" He jumps up on his chair, opens his pants and lets them drop, then pushes his undies (Spongebob) down to his skinny thighs.
I bend at the waist and take his boytool in my mouth, scrotum and all. As Travis watches us, I begin to suckle this scrumptious morsel.
Hermie starts giggling, sings out "Stop!" and pulls back from me. He pulls up his undies and pants and sits down. "Thanks, Señor Larry. That was good." Good? It must have lasted all of twenty seconds. But I guess it's a start. I sit down to my breakfast.
Bart comes in. "Good morning, Larry, Travis, Hermie."
"Señor Bart, do you want to suck my pene?" Travis and I look at each other and grin.
"Sure, Hermie." Again the boy jumps up on his chair, drops trou and offers his boytool. And again after a few seconds, just as Bart is getting into it, Hermie quits. Travis and I can't help laughing. Bart doesn't think it's so funny. To Hermie, it's all a wonderful new game.
As others come into breakfast, they are asked the same question, "Want to suck my pene?" Now Hermie isn't even bothering to sit down. He stands on his chair with his pants at his ankles, as man after man, and boy after boy, gives him a few moments of oral sex. But there is nothing sexual about it. Neither sucker nor suckee gets hard. It's like tickling; something fun to do for a few seconds. No one gets mad now because they can see this is not prolonged fellatio. The whole table is laughing when Comley comes in and receives the same question.
"You sure are a funny little boy, Hermie," Comley says after he gets his two licks in. Hermie looks around to see if he's missed anyone. "You don't want to get your nice pants all wrinkled. Either pull them up or take them off altogether and fold them neatly."
Hermie looks at Comley, weighing the options. He pulls his feet out of the pants, turning the legs inside out in the process. Comley helps him fold them and sets them on an empty chair along with Spongebob. Then Comley sits next to him. "You like that game, don't you, Hermie?"
"Si. Yes." He giggles.
"I like it too. But Hermie, I don't want you to play that game with the guests." I know what Comley is thinking. Our guests would misinterpret Hermie's ultraquick blowjobs as teasing.
Hermie spends the rest of the day pantless, making sure he scores everyone he knows on staff as well as all his brothers. Clever educator that I am, I incorporate his game into my teaching. I take his pile of vocabulary flash cards. Whenever he reads ten consecutive cards correctly, he gets to choose someone in the room to suck his dick. The class cooperates beautifully. Jerry picks up on it for his addition lesson. I notice by the end of school, Hermie is letting the suckers suck longer. Apparently, getting his baby cock sucked doesn't feel too bad. I'm pleased with Hermie's progress; I think he has earned his allowance this week.
Over the next couple days, the sucking game progresses to the point where the blowjob becomes a true intimate union. As well as getting, Hermie also begins to give. He sucks off the youngest boys: Paul, Bullie, Kumar and Janek. He is afraid to put anything bigger in his mouth.
.oOo.
As an author, I welcome feedback from readers. Please send any comments about this story, positive or negative, to Herbcatwriter@yahoo.com. Thank you.