Chad, the Ideal Lad
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Category:
Original - Misc › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
20
Views:
13,250
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 6 - Manmilk Directly from the Tap
©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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Foster learns just how young Chad really is. He keeps thinking about all the handsome delightful fun-loving boys he and Phillip used to "molest."
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It was a long day for both Barney and me. I had no music students. No editing assignments. So I tried to busy myself futzing around the house, cleaning out the pantry, shining the bathroom mirrors, rearranging the books; but all the while I kept thinking about that little penis and that little ass. I also thought about Chad's delightful miasma in his smile, about his contagious giggle, about his forthright habit of telling you rather than asking. I was charmed.
In a way I hoped his mother would buy a piano. It would be an excuse to see a lot of him. Although, I realized Barney was all the excuse needed. "Bless you, Barney," I said out loud. He cocked his head and went back to licking his ass. Bobby liked dogs too. That's what first brought him over. Phillip and I were still living over on High Street then, and our current pet was a collie mix bitch. All our dogs were mixes, curs Phillip got from the shelter. We named her Lassie, very cliché. Then when we got her home, bathed her and brushed out her golden mane, she looked so regal that we renamed her Classy. We were playing frisbee with her in the front yard one Saturday when eight-year old Bobby rode by on his bike. He stopped to watch, then joined in at our encouragement. For about half an hour Classy dutifully brought him the frisbee and gave a one-bark command to throw it. I never knew her to tire of playing. After a good workout, we all went inside for a snack. Milk Bones for Classy, Oreos for everyone else. Bobby came by every Saturday for two years to play with Classy (allegedly), but he enjoyed the weekly snacks just as much, especially when we began supplementing the milk with our manmilk, which Bobby loved drinking directly from the tap.
I checked the cupboard and then added Oreos to my shopping list. Be Prepared, the Boy Scout motto. Once Phillip and I volunteered to lead a new troop forming in our town. We read up on all the requirements, and went to some training sessions. We bought a pup tent and began dreaming about overnight hikes in the woods. But the fuckin organization won't permit acknowledged homos to be scoutmasters, only unacknowledged ones I guess. Still, we made good use of that tent with our own little troop of boys. Ha, at 43, I wonder how my poor body would feel sleeping on the cold ground again. But it wouldn't be that bad if I was sharing the tent with Chad.
Yip? "Yeah, with you too, Barney." I smiled at him, but of course he wasn't really thinking about camping. It was nine o'clock. Barney was actually yipping to tell me it was time for his evening constitutional.
As we walked past #42, I heard Gwen's voice. "Hey, Foster, wait up." Barney and I chose a bench, and Gwen soon joined us. There was a comforting nip in the air and she had a sweater on. She sat down beside me, and Barney again moved away from her side. "I don't want to talk too loud. Muffin's asleep."
"Did he have a good time at the zoo?"
"Wonderful! He'll tell you all about it tomorrow, I'm sure. That is, if you don't mind him coming over. I have to apologize for this morning. I told him he should call you first."
"No need! No need at all. Barney and I were delighted to see him. My door is always open to Chad." Literally, it turned out.
"Thank you. You've been very sweet. Very patient. Just let me know if he becomes a bother. A seven-year old boy can begin to wear on you after a while."
"Seven? Chad's only seven?"
"Yeah. He's a tall boy for his age. Takes after his daddy."
"I'm sorry about his father. Damn war!"
Gwen took a deep sigh. "Chad, I mean his father, his name was Chad also. His LAV hit an IED. Muffin wasn't even four yet. He hardly knew his Daddy. He looks at his pictures and his badges and medals and we get a lot of moral support from the Corps. Well, you know, you were a Marine. At least Muffin thinks you were."
"Ooh-Rah!" That brought a smile to her face.
"Chad was looking forward to his discharge. We had a lovely home. He was just 44 days short of coming back when he died. I took it very hard. If it weren't for Muffin, I don't think I would have made it. It's been over three years now. My shrink feels it's time for me to get on with my life. That's why we moved. I needed a fresh start. There were too many memories in the old house."
"Are you dating again?"
"Yes. It was tough at first, but I'm getting there. Of course it would be neat to find a nice stepfather for Muffin. Oh, Shit, it sounds like I'm coming on to you. I didn't mean. Oh, I mean, you really are nice, but, oh shit!"
I patted her knee. "Don't worry, Gwen. I understand. You need someone more your own age anyway. But I gotta tell you, he better be good to Chad or he'll have me to answer to. Barney too! I gotta admit I've got a soft spot for that kid."
"You're very sweet, Foster. Thank you for being so nice to my son." We both stood up.
"I can't wait for his visit tomorrow." Then I added, "I want to hear all about the zoo," as if that were the real reason for my expectancy. Gwen gave me a peck on the cheek and bent over to give Barney a rub, but he would have none of it. I shrugged and we went our separate ways.
I asked myself, "Did Phillip and I ever molest a seven-year old?" That word "molest" was a little joke my lover and I shared because we certainly never considered it molestation. The boys always had a lot of fun. Let's see, yeah, Aidan, he was only seven. He was a good foot shorter than Chad, but he probably weighed the same, which gave him two beautiful round bums which felt so good pressed around my cock. I'll never forget the way he laughed in glee whenever Phillip or I was fucking him. Of course we used plenty of lube. Wonder where Aidan is now?
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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.
Foster learns just how young Chad really is. He keeps thinking about all the handsome delightful fun-loving boys he and Phillip used to "molest."
.oOo.
It was a long day for both Barney and me. I had no music students. No editing assignments. So I tried to busy myself futzing around the house, cleaning out the pantry, shining the bathroom mirrors, rearranging the books; but all the while I kept thinking about that little penis and that little ass. I also thought about Chad's delightful miasma in his smile, about his contagious giggle, about his forthright habit of telling you rather than asking. I was charmed.
In a way I hoped his mother would buy a piano. It would be an excuse to see a lot of him. Although, I realized Barney was all the excuse needed. "Bless you, Barney," I said out loud. He cocked his head and went back to licking his ass. Bobby liked dogs too. That's what first brought him over. Phillip and I were still living over on High Street then, and our current pet was a collie mix bitch. All our dogs were mixes, curs Phillip got from the shelter. We named her Lassie, very cliché. Then when we got her home, bathed her and brushed out her golden mane, she looked so regal that we renamed her Classy. We were playing frisbee with her in the front yard one Saturday when eight-year old Bobby rode by on his bike. He stopped to watch, then joined in at our encouragement. For about half an hour Classy dutifully brought him the frisbee and gave a one-bark command to throw it. I never knew her to tire of playing. After a good workout, we all went inside for a snack. Milk Bones for Classy, Oreos for everyone else. Bobby came by every Saturday for two years to play with Classy (allegedly), but he enjoyed the weekly snacks just as much, especially when we began supplementing the milk with our manmilk, which Bobby loved drinking directly from the tap.
I checked the cupboard and then added Oreos to my shopping list. Be Prepared, the Boy Scout motto. Once Phillip and I volunteered to lead a new troop forming in our town. We read up on all the requirements, and went to some training sessions. We bought a pup tent and began dreaming about overnight hikes in the woods. But the fuckin organization won't permit acknowledged homos to be scoutmasters, only unacknowledged ones I guess. Still, we made good use of that tent with our own little troop of boys. Ha, at 43, I wonder how my poor body would feel sleeping on the cold ground again. But it wouldn't be that bad if I was sharing the tent with Chad.
Yip? "Yeah, with you too, Barney." I smiled at him, but of course he wasn't really thinking about camping. It was nine o'clock. Barney was actually yipping to tell me it was time for his evening constitutional.
As we walked past #42, I heard Gwen's voice. "Hey, Foster, wait up." Barney and I chose a bench, and Gwen soon joined us. There was a comforting nip in the air and she had a sweater on. She sat down beside me, and Barney again moved away from her side. "I don't want to talk too loud. Muffin's asleep."
"Did he have a good time at the zoo?"
"Wonderful! He'll tell you all about it tomorrow, I'm sure. That is, if you don't mind him coming over. I have to apologize for this morning. I told him he should call you first."
"No need! No need at all. Barney and I were delighted to see him. My door is always open to Chad." Literally, it turned out.
"Thank you. You've been very sweet. Very patient. Just let me know if he becomes a bother. A seven-year old boy can begin to wear on you after a while."
"Seven? Chad's only seven?"
"Yeah. He's a tall boy for his age. Takes after his daddy."
"I'm sorry about his father. Damn war!"
Gwen took a deep sigh. "Chad, I mean his father, his name was Chad also. His LAV hit an IED. Muffin wasn't even four yet. He hardly knew his Daddy. He looks at his pictures and his badges and medals and we get a lot of moral support from the Corps. Well, you know, you were a Marine. At least Muffin thinks you were."
"Ooh-Rah!" That brought a smile to her face.
"Chad was looking forward to his discharge. We had a lovely home. He was just 44 days short of coming back when he died. I took it very hard. If it weren't for Muffin, I don't think I would have made it. It's been over three years now. My shrink feels it's time for me to get on with my life. That's why we moved. I needed a fresh start. There were too many memories in the old house."
"Are you dating again?"
"Yes. It was tough at first, but I'm getting there. Of course it would be neat to find a nice stepfather for Muffin. Oh, Shit, it sounds like I'm coming on to you. I didn't mean. Oh, I mean, you really are nice, but, oh shit!"
I patted her knee. "Don't worry, Gwen. I understand. You need someone more your own age anyway. But I gotta tell you, he better be good to Chad or he'll have me to answer to. Barney too! I gotta admit I've got a soft spot for that kid."
"You're very sweet, Foster. Thank you for being so nice to my son." We both stood up.
"I can't wait for his visit tomorrow." Then I added, "I want to hear all about the zoo," as if that were the real reason for my expectancy. Gwen gave me a peck on the cheek and bent over to give Barney a rub, but he would have none of it. I shrugged and we went our separate ways.
I asked myself, "Did Phillip and I ever molest a seven-year old?" That word "molest" was a little joke my lover and I shared because we certainly never considered it molestation. The boys always had a lot of fun. Let's see, yeah, Aidan, he was only seven. He was a good foot shorter than Chad, but he probably weighed the same, which gave him two beautiful round bums which felt so good pressed around my cock. I'll never forget the way he laughed in glee whenever Phillip or I was fucking him. Of course we used plenty of lube. Wonder where Aidan is now?
.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.