Chad, the Ideal Lad

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Man and boy discover the joy and rapture of mutual masturbation.

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After my morning shower, I purposely didn't get dressed, just puttered around in my towel. I made sure my door was unlocked. Barney knew I was expecting someone. Dogs can sense things like that. I told him to wait in the living room while I filled the dishwasher.

Sure enough, Chad came walking right in without even knocking. I could hear Barney's tail whacking the floor. I waited a few minutes, giving them some private quality time but finally I couldn't wait any longer. "Hey, Chad, I didn't hear you come in," I lied. "I must have been in the shower." Another lie. "I..." When I came around the corner, I stopped short. There was my beautiful boy, sitting on the floor, leaning against the couch, petting Barney, completely naked. "Well, Fuck! I guess I'm overdressed for this party." I took off my towel and joined my two best friends on the floor.

"This time I put my clothes way up there." Chad pointed to the top of the TV cabinet.

"Smart boy. Barney can't get them there. So, tell us about the zoo."

For a full twenty minutes, Chad told us about the monkeys and pelicans and lions and cheetahs and wolves, complete with vocal imitations that made Barney repeatedly cock his head. Of course the boy didn't sit still for this narrative. Between showing us how monkeys swing from branches and lions sneak up on their prey, he unconsciously showed us how a seven-year old boy scratches his balls and ass.

After describing the Koalas, Chad suddenly told us he was gonna get some cookies. Barney and I followed his lovely ass into the kitchen and I took down two plates and glasses, poured out some milk, opened a bag of creme filled Vienna Fingers, and wished I had Oreos.

Chad ignored the plate, took his glass and the bag of cookies and sat down on the kitchen floor so he could tease Barney as he ate. Hell, what else could I do? I grabbed my milk and sat bareassed on the floor beside him. Together we ate half the bag, with Barney licking up the crumbs we dropped on the floor or on our laps.

Without warning, Chad said "That's enough," hopped up, put the glass and bag on the table and skipped back to the living room, with Barney at his heels. I got my old bones off the floor, put a clip on the bag, put the milk back in the fridge and headed back in to join them.

Chad was sitting on the couch. So was Barney. Normally, he's not allowed on the furniture, but Chad was making the rules now. I sat down on Chad's other side.

"I'm gonna make my weewee big again. So are you," He commanded, and started rubbing his precious little dick.

"I have a better idea."

"What?"

"Why don't I make your weewee bigger and you make mine bigger?" I took his tiny boyhood in my big hand.

"OK." In a second his little fingers were squeezing my cock. In the words of Gilbert and Sullivan, Oh joy! Oh rapture! It doesn't matter what a little boy does with your cock, it's all marvelous. Some boys squeeze, some run their fingers up and down your shaft, some tickle your scrotum, some twirl your pubic hair, the brave ones finger your piss slit. It doesn't matter; it's all good. Those tiny delicate fingers create such excitement just touching your shaft or balls.

Meanwhile, Chad kept up the conversation as if we were just two chaps talking on the bus. "You like to go to the zoo, Foster?"

"Oh, uh, yeah, sure." The kid had his whole hand wrapped around my shaft, his thumb barely touching the fingertips.

"What's ya favorite animal?"

"Uh, Barney."

"Hehe, that's silly. Barney ain't no zoo animal."

I manipulated Chad's wonderful genitals, watching his face carefully for any sign of discomfort. I saw none. In fact, he kept right on talking zoology! I held his little spike between my thumb and middle finger and moved the skin up and down along his shaft. Pretty soon his pretty pink dickhead popped up through the foreskin. I gently rubbed it with my thumb as I stroked his balls with my fingers. He spread his legs wide, resting one on my thigh and holding the other with his free hand. I took the clue and walked my fingers back from his balls to his anus. He was now telling me how he took a pony ride.

I finally had to interrupt him. "Chad, does this feel good to you?"

"Yeah, wow, it feels awesome. I'm glad we doin it this way."

"I'm glad also. I think it's awesome too!"

"Hey, your weewee is all wet. Are you goin peepee?"

"No, Chad. That's called precum. It makes my weewee all slick and slippery."

"Yeah. My hand's gettin all sticky. But I ain't stoppin yet."

"That's good. Neither am I." He said something about a camel but I couldn't listen any more. "Chad, I have to warn you about something."

"What?"

"In about a minute, my weewee is going to shoot some white stuff out. I don't want you to worry when it does."

"Really? Cool." Chad stopped to watch the show.

"No, don't stop. What you're doing will make it shoot."

"Oh, OK." Chad resumed his attack with gusto, as well as his description of elephants making shit.

In my forties now, I'm not as prolific as I once was, but I can still generate a fairly copious wad. The first blast shot up over my stomach on to my chest. Chad's eyes became saucers. He finally shut up about the pachyderm poop and simply breathed a long "Whoooaah." He stopped squeezing my cock for a moment, then resumed with increased vigor. That soon brought a second shot, and since his hand was pulling my cock, the angle this time hit him in the face. "Awesome," he whispered, and squeezed some more.

Two lesser blasts followed, then I gently took his hand off my cock, brought it up to my lips and kissed it. "Thank you," I said to him softly.

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