Winnie, Boy Princess

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Chapter 5

Wayne went back to his egg foo yung, as the older men shook their heads. Ah to be young again. To be so casual about sex. Why do grown ups have to make things so fuckin complicated?

Jerry passed out the fortune cookies. He read his out loud, "'A surprise is in store for you tomorrow.' Wow. I can hardly wait! What does yours say, Wayne?"

"Hehe, mine says, 'Good things are worth waiting for.' I think that means I gotta wait for my cock to grow bigger so I can make manmilk shoot out. Maybe then you'll stop calling me a girl, Mister Keith. What does yours say?"

"Your greatest treasure is good friends."

"Speaking of friends, Keith, you're welcome to stay over if you want."

"No, I don't want to intrude on family."

"Please stay, Mister Keith? Uncle's got a great big bed. There's lots room."

"Hell, how can I refuse such a sweet..." he was about to say "little girl" but decided not to tease the kid any more that night. "...invitation."

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It was only six Sunday morning when Wayne traipsed naked into the kitchen where Keith was nursing a cup of coffee. "You're up early today, Little Girl."

The boy glared a little but decided to ignore the aspersion. "Yeah, I was awake and I heared you."

"Did you sleep all right?"

"I sleep pretty good sep when you and Uncle was doing that..." he didn't know how to describe it.

"Sorry, Wayne, we both thought you were asleep. We didn't mean to wake you."

"It's ok. What was it you was doing?"

Keith took a sip of his coffee and pondered what to say. He now knew this kid was already getting quite a liberating education. He could have said, "I think you should ask your uncle," but how many times had he gotten that answer growing up. "Ask your father." "Ask your mother." It's a sentence no kid wants to hear. It always means you'll never get a straight answer. Finally, he said straight out, "We were 69ing."

"What's that?"

"Well, what did you see, Little Girl?"

"It looked like you was sticking your cock in Uncle's mouth and he was sticking his in your mouth."

"That's right. We were sucking each other's cocks."

"Why, Mister Keith?"

"Well, it feels real good. Just like jerking feels good, but I think sucking is better."

"Did you have a o-gazzim?"

"Yes."

"I didn't see you shoot."

"Well, Little Girl, when we shot, we swallowed each other's cum."

"Does it taste good, Mister Keith?"

"Yes."

"I wanta try it."

Uh oh. Keith should have predicted that. "Well..."

Wayne grabbed his hand and dragged him to the couch and made him lie down. Then he got on top so his little cock was pointing down at Keith's face. He opened his mouth and started to bite Keith's cockhead.

"Yow! Hey! No teeth, Bitch! Just suck it like it's a stick of candy."

"Sorry. I never done it before. Like this, Mister Keith?" Wayne suckled the tip like a pacifier.

"Yeah, that's perfect, Little Girl." Wayne engulfed the boy's entire cock and balls in his mouth and sucked. In just a few minutes, he felt his jizz working its way to his shaft. Should he stop to warn the kid it was cumming? The lad's little tool, not yet bathed for the day, was so delicious, Keith didn't stop. And so without warning, Wayne got a mouthful. He didn't gag, choke, or swallow, simply opened his mouth to let it fall out and resumed his blow job. He was rewarded with two more spurts.

As Keith began to go limp, Wayne let out his shrill "Eeeeeeee!" and bucked his hips away from Keith's face. When his own orgasm subsided, he turned back and smiled at Keith, his mouth dripping with cum. "I like 69ing, Mister Keith."

"Come here, Little Girl. Let me give you a big kiss." The lad scrambled around poking Keith's belly with various feet, knees and elbows until their lips could meet. Keith's tongue explored the boy's palate and retrieved some of his manseed. "I like you, Kiddo."

"I like you, too."

"I hope you aren't mad that I called you a girl yesterday. I knew you were a boy all along," he lied.

"Then why do you call me that?"

"I'm just teasing you. That's what we men do. It's a game. You like to play games, right?"

"Yeah."

"How would you like to play a trick on Lazybones."

"You mean Uncle?"

"Yeah, he's sleeping way too long, Little Girl." Keith explained to Wayne what to do and they tiptoed down the hall to the bedroom.

There was Jerry sound asleep with the beginnings of his morning wood. Wayne knelt on the bed, bent over and began to suck on his cock, just as Keith had taught him. His ministrations were perfect and soon the hibernator began to moan, "Hmmm, that's nice, Keith." Luckily, Wayne had something in his mouth to stifle his giggle. He kept on sucking. "Ahhhhhh, yesssssss." As consciousness returned to his dusty brain, Jerry began to realize these lips were too small for his friend Keith. He opened one eye and looked. "Well, I'll be damned!" Now, Wayne couldn't help giggling. "No, fuck, don't stop. There's no nicer way to wake up in the morning. Yeah. That's great. Who taught you to suck cock?" Wayne pointed back to Keith. "Well, I guess the fortune cookie was right! I just didn't think I'd get my fuckin surprise before I even woke up."

"I'll go get you a cup of coffee. You just lie there and let the mini-vac finish."

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