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Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
19
Views:
10,340
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This is a work of fiction about oral & anal sex between men and boys, aged 6-15. The characters, locations & incidents are fictional. Any resemblance to actual events or locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coinci
Chapter 7 - Fuck your little baby
©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 Herbcatwriter@yahoo.com. Thank you.
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Chapter 7 - Fuck your little baby
Before we continue, I grab the tube of KY and a Trojan from my bedside stand and tuck them beside the pillow making sure Bullie sees where they are. Still on his knees, he begins handling my cock. It responds immediately to his ten tiny fingers, and points its eye up toward him. Bullie lifts one leg over my body, bringing his knee down on my chest in the process, but eventually his legs are spread wide, his two feet tucked into my armpits. He bends forward and kisses my dick slit. I have a perfect view of his smooth brown hole which seems to be winking at me, and his little Cree weewee.
He takes my cockhead between his baby lips and suckles it like a pacifier. I am in Heaven. I open the KY and coat my fingers. Now I can explore that inviting hole that beckons me inside. It is tight, but I use gentle pressure and my first finger feels his love tunnel relax a little. As my finger pushes past his sphincter, he moans contentedly and sucks more fervently on my cock. I squeeze a second finger in and Bullie gives me an appreciative grunt. Here I am, a grown man with a naked six-year old boy perched above me in bed, his sweet baby ass gripping two of my fingers, his sweet baby dick like another tiny finger pointing down to his favorite playmate, at least at the moment, his sweet baby mouth chugging away on my turgid cock, and his sweet baby hands massaging my balls.
After a week with no fuck, my cock is ready in short order. Bullie knows it also. His lips let go and I pull my fingers out of his butt. I get off the bed and position his tiny body on his back, with his asshole right at the bed's edge. I stand beside the bed and spread his legs wide; he hooks his feet around my waist. This position works well for Bullie. I give his hole a generous lube, then roll on my condom, lean forward and touch my cock to his anus. On target, I lean further forward and plant my hands above his lovely little shoulders. We smile at each other and I start slowly pushing. Bullie closes his eyes, wrinkles his nose, and grits his teeth as he tries to open for me. I don't push further until I feel him accept me. He laughs. He's happy to finally have me inside. I laugh too and slowly push deeper, until I reach that spot I know is far enough. He pisses of course. He always does at this point. About half my cock is inside now. My hands keep his body from moving away as I begin to piston slowly in and out. I watch his reaction closely for any sign of pain. If he were to wince or cry, I'd stop, but the horny little kid is enjoying his fuck as much as I, so I increase the tempo. In and out, in and out, faster, faster. Bullie gleefully shouts his encouragement, "That's it, Larry! You're the best! Fuck your little Baby Bullie!" I can't vocalize anything other than a grunt.
As I fuck faster and harder, my nuts start to ache and send a spasm throughout my body. I stop and my whole body grows stiff. Bullie stops talking and looks up at me wide eyed. I nod, pull out, pull off the condom and shower his tiny body with my cum. We both cackle out loud, as burst follows burst.
When I'm finally spent, I pick him up and press his sticky chest against my own and kiss him a hundred times, while I stick three fingers in his gaping hole. "You're the best, Larry!" he repeats.
"No, Bullie, you're the best! You're the best damn fucker in this whole house!" We collapse back on the bed where we continue to kiss and laugh and hug. Bullie wiggles around to get my cock in his mouth again. He licks the cum off. "Mmm, mmm, that tastes good, Larry!" Now we're both giggling.
"Come on, Bullie, let's get showered. It's almost time for supper."
We get in the shower together, and Bullie takes the soap and washcloth and gives my cock a thorough cleaning. Then I kneel down and clean his pretty little bottom, inside and out. We lather each other up head to toe, shampoo each other's hair, and rinse off. We step out and I stand Bullie up on the sink counter to towel him dry. We keep arguing. "No, you're the best!" "No, you're the best!" I quickly dry myself and we go out to retrieve our clothes.
"Do you think they look too wrinkly, Larry? Comley doesn't like it when we look messy."
"You look beautiful, Bullie," I assure him as I button his shirt and tuck it into his khakis. At least temporarily. My own shirt didn't fare so well, since it ended up on the bed underneath all the action, so I take a fresh one out of my closet. Fully dressed, we look at ourselves in the mirror, nod our joint satisfaction and head to supper hand in hand. By the time we get there, we're both skipping.
At meals, the staff and boys, those not attending to our guests, sit around a long table at one end of the kitchen to enjoy Pierre's delicious offerings and catch up with what everyone has been doing.
The four boys we left in the rec room are already seated. They apparently never did find anything exciting to do. Bullie high fives Janek, Adrian and Travis and sits down beside his brother, Chitto, who begins to question him. The two yak away in Cree, while looking at me and laughing. Talk about making a guy feel self-conscious! I'm happy though that Chitto looks out for his younger sibling.
Kumar comes in with Jerry, instead of his brother, Tito. He claims they found lots of neat things to give people for Christmas, but isn't letting on what exactly they bought. What isn't a secret though is the fact that they forced Jerry back to their room for a threeway. Jerry joins me on my side of the table. "Forced?" I ask him. He laughs.
Comley joins us with Harrison and Old George. George puts four spoonfuls of sugar in his coffee. Harrison tells me Vasily and Glenn are eating supper with the men with whom they spent the day cross-country skiing. And Juan is still with the German. They'll spend the night with their guests as well.
Paul, wearing a kimono, comes in with tears in his eyes. He always gets very attached to the guests he entertains, and when they leave, he gets emotional. He sits beside Comley who gives him a big paternal hug.
Finally Chip, Hermie and Shumba come in, the Mexican carrying the basketball. He sits beside me. I ask Hermie in Spanish how his day went.
"No, Señor Larry, talk English!"
"Do you know English now, Hermie?"
"Si, Señor Larry. Hermie know lots English: 'basketball,' 'cocksucker,' 'Christmas,' 'mash potatoes,' 'asshole,' 'Sayonara,'..."
"'Sayonara' is Japanese, not English." Hermie glares at Paul, who finally smiles.
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As an author, I welcome feedback from readers. Please send any comments about this story, positive or negative, to Herbcatwriter@yahoo.com. Thank you.
As an author, I welcome feedback from readers. Please send any comments about this story, positive or negative, to Herbcatwriter@yahoo.com. Thank you.
.oOo.
Chapter 7 - Fuck your little baby
Before we continue, I grab the tube of KY and a Trojan from my bedside stand and tuck them beside the pillow making sure Bullie sees where they are. Still on his knees, he begins handling my cock. It responds immediately to his ten tiny fingers, and points its eye up toward him. Bullie lifts one leg over my body, bringing his knee down on my chest in the process, but eventually his legs are spread wide, his two feet tucked into my armpits. He bends forward and kisses my dick slit. I have a perfect view of his smooth brown hole which seems to be winking at me, and his little Cree weewee.
He takes my cockhead between his baby lips and suckles it like a pacifier. I am in Heaven. I open the KY and coat my fingers. Now I can explore that inviting hole that beckons me inside. It is tight, but I use gentle pressure and my first finger feels his love tunnel relax a little. As my finger pushes past his sphincter, he moans contentedly and sucks more fervently on my cock. I squeeze a second finger in and Bullie gives me an appreciative grunt. Here I am, a grown man with a naked six-year old boy perched above me in bed, his sweet baby ass gripping two of my fingers, his sweet baby dick like another tiny finger pointing down to his favorite playmate, at least at the moment, his sweet baby mouth chugging away on my turgid cock, and his sweet baby hands massaging my balls.
After a week with no fuck, my cock is ready in short order. Bullie knows it also. His lips let go and I pull my fingers out of his butt. I get off the bed and position his tiny body on his back, with his asshole right at the bed's edge. I stand beside the bed and spread his legs wide; he hooks his feet around my waist. This position works well for Bullie. I give his hole a generous lube, then roll on my condom, lean forward and touch my cock to his anus. On target, I lean further forward and plant my hands above his lovely little shoulders. We smile at each other and I start slowly pushing. Bullie closes his eyes, wrinkles his nose, and grits his teeth as he tries to open for me. I don't push further until I feel him accept me. He laughs. He's happy to finally have me inside. I laugh too and slowly push deeper, until I reach that spot I know is far enough. He pisses of course. He always does at this point. About half my cock is inside now. My hands keep his body from moving away as I begin to piston slowly in and out. I watch his reaction closely for any sign of pain. If he were to wince or cry, I'd stop, but the horny little kid is enjoying his fuck as much as I, so I increase the tempo. In and out, in and out, faster, faster. Bullie gleefully shouts his encouragement, "That's it, Larry! You're the best! Fuck your little Baby Bullie!" I can't vocalize anything other than a grunt.
As I fuck faster and harder, my nuts start to ache and send a spasm throughout my body. I stop and my whole body grows stiff. Bullie stops talking and looks up at me wide eyed. I nod, pull out, pull off the condom and shower his tiny body with my cum. We both cackle out loud, as burst follows burst.
When I'm finally spent, I pick him up and press his sticky chest against my own and kiss him a hundred times, while I stick three fingers in his gaping hole. "You're the best, Larry!" he repeats.
"No, Bullie, you're the best! You're the best damn fucker in this whole house!" We collapse back on the bed where we continue to kiss and laugh and hug. Bullie wiggles around to get my cock in his mouth again. He licks the cum off. "Mmm, mmm, that tastes good, Larry!" Now we're both giggling.
"Come on, Bullie, let's get showered. It's almost time for supper."
We get in the shower together, and Bullie takes the soap and washcloth and gives my cock a thorough cleaning. Then I kneel down and clean his pretty little bottom, inside and out. We lather each other up head to toe, shampoo each other's hair, and rinse off. We step out and I stand Bullie up on the sink counter to towel him dry. We keep arguing. "No, you're the best!" "No, you're the best!" I quickly dry myself and we go out to retrieve our clothes.
"Do you think they look too wrinkly, Larry? Comley doesn't like it when we look messy."
"You look beautiful, Bullie," I assure him as I button his shirt and tuck it into his khakis. At least temporarily. My own shirt didn't fare so well, since it ended up on the bed underneath all the action, so I take a fresh one out of my closet. Fully dressed, we look at ourselves in the mirror, nod our joint satisfaction and head to supper hand in hand. By the time we get there, we're both skipping.
At meals, the staff and boys, those not attending to our guests, sit around a long table at one end of the kitchen to enjoy Pierre's delicious offerings and catch up with what everyone has been doing.
The four boys we left in the rec room are already seated. They apparently never did find anything exciting to do. Bullie high fives Janek, Adrian and Travis and sits down beside his brother, Chitto, who begins to question him. The two yak away in Cree, while looking at me and laughing. Talk about making a guy feel self-conscious! I'm happy though that Chitto looks out for his younger sibling.
Kumar comes in with Jerry, instead of his brother, Tito. He claims they found lots of neat things to give people for Christmas, but isn't letting on what exactly they bought. What isn't a secret though is the fact that they forced Jerry back to their room for a threeway. Jerry joins me on my side of the table. "Forced?" I ask him. He laughs.
Comley joins us with Harrison and Old George. George puts four spoonfuls of sugar in his coffee. Harrison tells me Vasily and Glenn are eating supper with the men with whom they spent the day cross-country skiing. And Juan is still with the German. They'll spend the night with their guests as well.
Paul, wearing a kimono, comes in with tears in his eyes. He always gets very attached to the guests he entertains, and when they leave, he gets emotional. He sits beside Comley who gives him a big paternal hug.
Finally Chip, Hermie and Shumba come in, the Mexican carrying the basketball. He sits beside me. I ask Hermie in Spanish how his day went.
"No, Señor Larry, talk English!"
"Do you know English now, Hermie?"
"Si, Señor Larry. Hermie know lots English: 'basketball,' 'cocksucker,' 'Christmas,' 'mash potatoes,' 'asshole,' 'Sayonara,'..."
"'Sayonara' is Japanese, not English." Hermie glares at Paul, who finally smiles.
.oOo.
As an author, I welcome feedback from readers. Please send any comments about this story, positive or negative, to Herbcatwriter@yahoo.com. Thank you.