Chad, the Ideal Lad
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Original - Misc › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
20
Views:
13,260
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 16 - Daddy, I'm a Big Boy Now
©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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On Sunday Chad goes with Foster and Barney to tell Phillip about their adventures. Chad also meets someone else there to share with.
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It was almost noon and the morning dew had already burned off. But I knew the ground would be cold, so I brought along two low beach chairs for Chad and me to sit on. Barney snuffled around the tombstone. He remembered not to raise his leg and he was just checking if anyone else had desecrated the site. I absent-mindedly began pulling a few weeds.
"Hi, Phillip. Look who's here again."
"Hi, Phillip, it's me, Chad. Member? And Barney's here too." Chad looked around and tried to figure out the difference between a weed and grass.
"We had a very busy week. Humberto sent me another manuscript. It was about the peace movement. You would have enjoyed reading it. And I went to that used book store on Monday, the one on West End Avenue, and found a complete score for 'A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to the Forum.' I remembered how much you loved that show. It was our first Sondheim musical. And when I thumbed through it, I found that song that made us laugh so hard:
Where is he?
That dirty old man, he's here somewhere,
Cavorting with someone young and fair,
Disporting in every shameless whim.
Just wait till I get my hands on him!"
Chad was impatient with my singing. "Hey, Foster, get to the part about me."
"Chad wants me to tell you,...yeah, well, you heard him. He's staying with Barney and me all weekend. His Mom's away."
"She's in the Pokey-Nose. I been a real good boy."
"He certainly has, Phillip. He's an ideal lad."
"Foster taught me about Cassie, Oh PEE-uh, and about the whippy-willies."
"Chad is a quick learner."
"I got a nudder star in my music book."
"He's leaving out the best part, Phillip. You know how modest he is." I had a snide grin on my face. "Chad got his first fuck on Friday night."
"And a nudder one last night, 'n I'm gonna get nudder one tonight, and tomorrow too. The first time it hurted like heck, but it felt good anyway. You member your first fuck? Last night I was ready. Foster's a real good fucker. You probly knows that. 'N guess what. I can fuck too just like a big boy. I fucked Foster in his dumb ass 'n he liked it 'cause I got a big weewee like my Daddy."
The energetic kid couldn't sit any longer and started walking around my chair. Barney got a sore neck trying to follow him, and I had a chance to get a few more words in. "And there's even more, Phillip. Last night Chad fisted me. I told you he was ideal."
"Foster makes the bestest pancakes in the world. You probly knows that. Did you ever pee on him? I did 'n he liked it. I even peed in his mouf, hehe. We play Chutes 'n Laddies 'n I usual beats him, but he's gettin better. He jacks me off 'n I jacks him off 'n we bofe gets o-gas-sims but when he gets a o-gas-sim he shoots lots of white milk. I likes to drink it. It's yummy in my tummy. We looks at the stars as night. Orion has a dog. Do you ever play with him? I know you likes dogs. I hopes I can spend lots of nights with Foster."
I reached out and gave him a hug as he passed by. "I hope so too."
He pulled away and said, "Phillip, call Daddy over. He's in the Vets Semi-terry 'cause he was a Marine." The kid was not reluctant to tell even the departed what to do. Of course Phillip did what he was told, just like me, because in half a minute Chad said, "Hi, Daddy. It's me,..." He glanced at me, turned his head, and whispered, "Muffin." He sat down on Phillip's tombstone and started to talk to his father. "I been a real good boy. I got a hunderd on my spellin test, 'n the teacher learned us about gooses. Daddy, you know when gooses fly, why is one side of the V longer than the udder. Yeah, you know that joke, don't you. Hehe. I can't fool you. I fooled Foster though. I's stayin with him 'cause Mom's in the Pokey-Nose with Roger. Roger makes Mom happy, Daddy. I know you'd like him." I wondered to myself if Chad Senior would like Roger sleeping with his wife.
The kid stood up again and started walking around. "Daddy, I'm a big boy now, not little like when you was here. I can swim 'n read 'n make hamburgies, 'n I got a big weewee just like you. Daddy, check on Mom 'n make sure she's OK. She didn't take her warm jammies 'cause she didn't know it got cold at night in the Pokey-Nose, so tell Roger to keep her warm. I love you, Daddy. Bye." I realized Chad never told his father any of our secret, which was reassuring.
Chad grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the chair. He said all he needed to say and so it was time to leave. I quickly said goodbye to Phillip and promised him I'd be back next Sunday and we'd have more time to talk. I'm sure he understood. He knows how little boys are.
We walked away, Chad in the middle holding on to Barney's leash. I began softly singing the Dirty Old Man song. Chad said it was a silly song. He started to catalogue all the things he had planned for us to do when we got home, when we got alone, when we got naked. The Ideal Boy and the Dirty Old Man.
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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.
On Sunday Chad goes with Foster and Barney to tell Phillip about their adventures. Chad also meets someone else there to share with.
.oOo.
It was almost noon and the morning dew had already burned off. But I knew the ground would be cold, so I brought along two low beach chairs for Chad and me to sit on. Barney snuffled around the tombstone. He remembered not to raise his leg and he was just checking if anyone else had desecrated the site. I absent-mindedly began pulling a few weeds.
"Hi, Phillip. Look who's here again."
"Hi, Phillip, it's me, Chad. Member? And Barney's here too." Chad looked around and tried to figure out the difference between a weed and grass.
"We had a very busy week. Humberto sent me another manuscript. It was about the peace movement. You would have enjoyed reading it. And I went to that used book store on Monday, the one on West End Avenue, and found a complete score for 'A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to the Forum.' I remembered how much you loved that show. It was our first Sondheim musical. And when I thumbed through it, I found that song that made us laugh so hard:
Where is he?
That dirty old man, he's here somewhere,
Cavorting with someone young and fair,
Disporting in every shameless whim.
Just wait till I get my hands on him!"
Chad was impatient with my singing. "Hey, Foster, get to the part about me."
"Chad wants me to tell you,...yeah, well, you heard him. He's staying with Barney and me all weekend. His Mom's away."
"She's in the Pokey-Nose. I been a real good boy."
"He certainly has, Phillip. He's an ideal lad."
"Foster taught me about Cassie, Oh PEE-uh, and about the whippy-willies."
"Chad is a quick learner."
"I got a nudder star in my music book."
"He's leaving out the best part, Phillip. You know how modest he is." I had a snide grin on my face. "Chad got his first fuck on Friday night."
"And a nudder one last night, 'n I'm gonna get nudder one tonight, and tomorrow too. The first time it hurted like heck, but it felt good anyway. You member your first fuck? Last night I was ready. Foster's a real good fucker. You probly knows that. 'N guess what. I can fuck too just like a big boy. I fucked Foster in his dumb ass 'n he liked it 'cause I got a big weewee like my Daddy."
The energetic kid couldn't sit any longer and started walking around my chair. Barney got a sore neck trying to follow him, and I had a chance to get a few more words in. "And there's even more, Phillip. Last night Chad fisted me. I told you he was ideal."
"Foster makes the bestest pancakes in the world. You probly knows that. Did you ever pee on him? I did 'n he liked it. I even peed in his mouf, hehe. We play Chutes 'n Laddies 'n I usual beats him, but he's gettin better. He jacks me off 'n I jacks him off 'n we bofe gets o-gas-sims but when he gets a o-gas-sim he shoots lots of white milk. I likes to drink it. It's yummy in my tummy. We looks at the stars as night. Orion has a dog. Do you ever play with him? I know you likes dogs. I hopes I can spend lots of nights with Foster."
I reached out and gave him a hug as he passed by. "I hope so too."
He pulled away and said, "Phillip, call Daddy over. He's in the Vets Semi-terry 'cause he was a Marine." The kid was not reluctant to tell even the departed what to do. Of course Phillip did what he was told, just like me, because in half a minute Chad said, "Hi, Daddy. It's me,..." He glanced at me, turned his head, and whispered, "Muffin." He sat down on Phillip's tombstone and started to talk to his father. "I been a real good boy. I got a hunderd on my spellin test, 'n the teacher learned us about gooses. Daddy, you know when gooses fly, why is one side of the V longer than the udder. Yeah, you know that joke, don't you. Hehe. I can't fool you. I fooled Foster though. I's stayin with him 'cause Mom's in the Pokey-Nose with Roger. Roger makes Mom happy, Daddy. I know you'd like him." I wondered to myself if Chad Senior would like Roger sleeping with his wife.
The kid stood up again and started walking around. "Daddy, I'm a big boy now, not little like when you was here. I can swim 'n read 'n make hamburgies, 'n I got a big weewee just like you. Daddy, check on Mom 'n make sure she's OK. She didn't take her warm jammies 'cause she didn't know it got cold at night in the Pokey-Nose, so tell Roger to keep her warm. I love you, Daddy. Bye." I realized Chad never told his father any of our secret, which was reassuring.
Chad grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the chair. He said all he needed to say and so it was time to leave. I quickly said goodbye to Phillip and promised him I'd be back next Sunday and we'd have more time to talk. I'm sure he understood. He knows how little boys are.
We walked away, Chad in the middle holding on to Barney's leash. I began softly singing the Dirty Old Man song. Chad said it was a silly song. He started to catalogue all the things he had planned for us to do when we got home, when we got alone, when we got naked. The Ideal Boy and the Dirty Old Man.
.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.