Chad, the Ideal Lad
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Original - Misc › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
20
Views:
13,263
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 19 - I'm Gonna Miss You
©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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Man and boy make the most of their last few days together.
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That Sunday when Chad came over, things just didn't feel the same. Oh, sure, he came bounding in and immediately stripped. He chased Barney through all the rooms. He ate half a bag of Oreos. And he did a super job of jacking me off, but there was something different. We both knew what it was.
The lad stood up on the kitchen counter and told me to suck his weewee. Not asked of course, told, but I was happy to oblige. He continued to make conversation, even though he knew I couldn't answer. My mouth was stuffed with boydick, and to make sure it stayed stuffed, Chad held the back of my head. "Mom says the school there is real nice. Roger got a big yard and he's gonna put in a swimmin pool. I wonder if Mom ever sucks his weewee. She never sucks mine. Roger don't neither, but if he asked me to suck him I would. I ain't seen his weewee. I wonder if it gets as big as yours. I wonder if my Daddy had a big weewee. Probably. 'Cause he was a Marine. Mom said I don't gotta call Roger Daddy. I can just call him Roger. Unless I feel like calling him Daddy. I wonder if he'd like that. Probably. Oh, that's real good, Foster. I gettin a o-gas-sim. Oh, oh, oh. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
Chad hopped off the counter and ordered me to go in the living room and sit on the couch. He ran into my bedroom and when he came back handed me the KY. Then he lay across my lap so I could start fingering his asshole. "Mom wants to go through all our stuff and throw out anything we don't need to move. We still got stuff we ain't used since we moved HERE. Yeah, that's it, Foster, go in and out." My mouth was empty, but I still felt he wanted to carry on the conversation single-handed (or single-mouthed). "I got an old rubber ducky I use to play with in the bathtub when I was a baby. I'll give it to Barney. I'm ready for two fingers now. Ow, ow. No, don't stop. It always hurts a little when you first put in the second finger. You know that, Foster. My hole will get use to it real quick. Yeah, it use to it already. Barney, you want my old ducky?" The dog cocked his head, assumed he was being summoned and came over to lick Chad's face. "Hehe, that's OK. You lick me all you want. After I'm gone will you miss me? I'm gonna miss you. A lot." I wanted to think that Chad included both Barney and me in that pronoun.
"OK, three fingers." Chad got quiet as I stretched his hole even wider. He gave a soft grunt and I knew Barney was now licking a face that was well scrunched. He was breathing hard now, but managed to say, "Make my hole nice and big, Foster, 'cause you know what you gonna do next." Yes, I knew. I certainly knew. All the while I was fingering him, my free hand was getting my cock ready for the "next."
"OK, Barney, licking time is over." Chad pulled free of my invading fingers and turned over. He planted one foot on either side of my hips, wrapped his arms around my neck and squatted. I quickly squeezed some more KY on my throbbing cock and guided it to its target. Once my cockhead was in contact with that seven-year old anus, I took his hips and slowly pushed down. With a pop, I went inside. "Oh, yeah, Foster. Fuck me good." The boy rode up and down on my pole like a carousel horse, only faster. "I'm gonna miss this, Foster. Ow. Oh. Yeah."
I couldn't be quiet any longer. "I'm gonna miss it too, Kid. Unh! Unh!" We both tensed up simultaneously and I shot a wad of warm jizz up his ass. Then another. And another. We were both sweating. I wrapped my arms around him and we french kissed. Neither of us wanted this beautiful moment to end.
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It was a cold Wednesday afternoon in mid-December. My mood wasn't warmed much by the thought of my Chad, my ideal lad, moving away. But I knew Gwen would be happy and Roger would be a good stepfather. Roger had been spending Saturdays with Chad. He usually arrived at Gwen's about the time I was finishing her music lesson. She and Chad would both show him what they learned that week. Then after lunch, Roger would take Chad out for some bonding time. They'd go to a hockey game or the local skating pond or just hang out.
I knew from experience my liaisons with young boys were bound to be temporary affairs. So I steeled myself and went about my business, which this afternoon was a lesson for the Reynolds girl. She'd been taking lessons with me now five years and at 14 was quite accomplished. Last spring she gave a complete concert for her family and friends. We were working on the Moonlight Sonata when Chad burst in. "I'm taking Barney for a walk." He got the leash and in less than half a minute was back out the door with a surprised but happy beagle in tow. I could never predict what that boy might do.
Two days before Christmas, Gwen invited me over for some refreshments. I helped her and Chad finish decorating their tree, then we sang Christmas songs around the piano and gorged ourselves on eggnog and fresh baked cookies. Before I left, we exchanged presents. I gave Gwen a lovely metronome, Chad two books, one about wild animals, the other about the Marines. They gave me a fruitcake, some aftershave, and best of all, framed pictures of them both to put on my piano and remember them by. I knew when I ate the fruitcake, I'd be thinking of the taste of his delicious dick, the aftershave would remind me of his sweet clean body after our bath, and whenever I looked at his photo, I'd see more than a face, I'd picture his entire perfect young body.
"I was able to sell the condo, Foster. They're a real nice family. The man teaches African American Studies at the university. He and his lovely wife brought their children by a week ago Wednesday. The kids are in fifth and first, so Muffin told them all about the school; I told them you gave music lessons." She went on and on, and I tried too show interest, but I felt I was losing a big chunk of my heart.
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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.
Man and boy make the most of their last few days together.
.oOo.
That Sunday when Chad came over, things just didn't feel the same. Oh, sure, he came bounding in and immediately stripped. He chased Barney through all the rooms. He ate half a bag of Oreos. And he did a super job of jacking me off, but there was something different. We both knew what it was.
The lad stood up on the kitchen counter and told me to suck his weewee. Not asked of course, told, but I was happy to oblige. He continued to make conversation, even though he knew I couldn't answer. My mouth was stuffed with boydick, and to make sure it stayed stuffed, Chad held the back of my head. "Mom says the school there is real nice. Roger got a big yard and he's gonna put in a swimmin pool. I wonder if Mom ever sucks his weewee. She never sucks mine. Roger don't neither, but if he asked me to suck him I would. I ain't seen his weewee. I wonder if it gets as big as yours. I wonder if my Daddy had a big weewee. Probably. 'Cause he was a Marine. Mom said I don't gotta call Roger Daddy. I can just call him Roger. Unless I feel like calling him Daddy. I wonder if he'd like that. Probably. Oh, that's real good, Foster. I gettin a o-gas-sim. Oh, oh, oh. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
Chad hopped off the counter and ordered me to go in the living room and sit on the couch. He ran into my bedroom and when he came back handed me the KY. Then he lay across my lap so I could start fingering his asshole. "Mom wants to go through all our stuff and throw out anything we don't need to move. We still got stuff we ain't used since we moved HERE. Yeah, that's it, Foster, go in and out." My mouth was empty, but I still felt he wanted to carry on the conversation single-handed (or single-mouthed). "I got an old rubber ducky I use to play with in the bathtub when I was a baby. I'll give it to Barney. I'm ready for two fingers now. Ow, ow. No, don't stop. It always hurts a little when you first put in the second finger. You know that, Foster. My hole will get use to it real quick. Yeah, it use to it already. Barney, you want my old ducky?" The dog cocked his head, assumed he was being summoned and came over to lick Chad's face. "Hehe, that's OK. You lick me all you want. After I'm gone will you miss me? I'm gonna miss you. A lot." I wanted to think that Chad included both Barney and me in that pronoun.
"OK, three fingers." Chad got quiet as I stretched his hole even wider. He gave a soft grunt and I knew Barney was now licking a face that was well scrunched. He was breathing hard now, but managed to say, "Make my hole nice and big, Foster, 'cause you know what you gonna do next." Yes, I knew. I certainly knew. All the while I was fingering him, my free hand was getting my cock ready for the "next."
"OK, Barney, licking time is over." Chad pulled free of my invading fingers and turned over. He planted one foot on either side of my hips, wrapped his arms around my neck and squatted. I quickly squeezed some more KY on my throbbing cock and guided it to its target. Once my cockhead was in contact with that seven-year old anus, I took his hips and slowly pushed down. With a pop, I went inside. "Oh, yeah, Foster. Fuck me good." The boy rode up and down on my pole like a carousel horse, only faster. "I'm gonna miss this, Foster. Ow. Oh. Yeah."
I couldn't be quiet any longer. "I'm gonna miss it too, Kid. Unh! Unh!" We both tensed up simultaneously and I shot a wad of warm jizz up his ass. Then another. And another. We were both sweating. I wrapped my arms around him and we french kissed. Neither of us wanted this beautiful moment to end.
.oOo.
It was a cold Wednesday afternoon in mid-December. My mood wasn't warmed much by the thought of my Chad, my ideal lad, moving away. But I knew Gwen would be happy and Roger would be a good stepfather. Roger had been spending Saturdays with Chad. He usually arrived at Gwen's about the time I was finishing her music lesson. She and Chad would both show him what they learned that week. Then after lunch, Roger would take Chad out for some bonding time. They'd go to a hockey game or the local skating pond or just hang out.
I knew from experience my liaisons with young boys were bound to be temporary affairs. So I steeled myself and went about my business, which this afternoon was a lesson for the Reynolds girl. She'd been taking lessons with me now five years and at 14 was quite accomplished. Last spring she gave a complete concert for her family and friends. We were working on the Moonlight Sonata when Chad burst in. "I'm taking Barney for a walk." He got the leash and in less than half a minute was back out the door with a surprised but happy beagle in tow. I could never predict what that boy might do.
Two days before Christmas, Gwen invited me over for some refreshments. I helped her and Chad finish decorating their tree, then we sang Christmas songs around the piano and gorged ourselves on eggnog and fresh baked cookies. Before I left, we exchanged presents. I gave Gwen a lovely metronome, Chad two books, one about wild animals, the other about the Marines. They gave me a fruitcake, some aftershave, and best of all, framed pictures of them both to put on my piano and remember them by. I knew when I ate the fruitcake, I'd be thinking of the taste of his delicious dick, the aftershave would remind me of his sweet clean body after our bath, and whenever I looked at his photo, I'd see more than a face, I'd picture his entire perfect young body.
"I was able to sell the condo, Foster. They're a real nice family. The man teaches African American Studies at the university. He and his lovely wife brought their children by a week ago Wednesday. The kids are in fifth and first, so Muffin told them all about the school; I told them you gave music lessons." She went on and on, and I tried too show interest, but I felt I was losing a big chunk of my heart.
.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.