Chad, the Ideal Lad

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The relationship between man and boy proceeds to the fellatio stage, and Gwen asks Foster for a big favor.

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Barney meanwhile had crawled off the couch on Chad's side and now hopped up beside me. He settled down and began lapping the puddles off my chest. When he worked his way down, the sensation of dog tongue on belly skin was ticklish as Hell and I started laughing. Chad began to chuckle also, and then Barney started licking my cum off the boy's face, and we laughed all the harder.

"I need a bath," Chad said, pushing Barney aside.

"Me too!" We stood up, I grabbed the boy and threw him over my shoulder, and we headed whooping for the bathroom. While the tub was filling, and each of us took a leak, we started to chat about what had just happened. Chad had lots of questions. I promised him in a few years he'd start making his own cum, and then he'll have even more fun jacking off. I assured him Barney wouldn't get sick and in fact lots of guys also find cum tasty. Chad wiped a cum rope off my shaft which Barney hadn't gotten to yet. Hesitantly, he brought his finger to his mouth and licked it. He just shrugged.

I climbed into the tub, then Chad lay atop me. The warm soapy water felt good, but a wet seven-year old felt even better. His mop of hair in my nose smelled so alluring. Chad started recounting the cum shots, adding explosive sound effects. His mind seemed almost oblivious to the fact I had begun working his little dick again; however, his body responded to my stimulation. He thrust his hips up and then settled back and spread his legs. I said I wanted him to experience a dry orgasm. He simply responded, "OK," and went back to the description of my very wet one.

In a few minutes, he got uncharacteristically quiet. I felt his whole body stiffen on top of mine. His dick was now rock hard. I continued sliding his shaft skin up and down over his dickhead. His body quivered and he screamed, "Oh shit!"

"Did I hurt you, Muffin?" I couldn't help using Gwen's nickname for him; it just came out.

"Nah, it felt great!" He said the word like Tony the Tiger would say it, and we both started laughing again. I felt his two hands join mine on his dick. Disappointed, he announced, "Hey, it got small again!"

"Yes, Kid, after an orgasm, even a dry one, you have to give your body time to recover. Come on, let's stand up and rinse off under the shower."

"Foster."

"What?"

"You can't call me Muffin. Nobody can say that except my Mom."

"OK, Muffin." He glared at me. "OK, Chad."

The boy thought his mother might wonder why he looked so fresh and clean after his visit with me,—we both knew she was one of those mothers who notice everything,—so we decided to take a dip in the pool. Chad helped me into my green Speedo and retrieved his denim shorts from on top of the TV. I grabbed a couple big towels and we headed down for a quick swim. We splashed each other, swam races across the pool (I gave him a headstart), took turns diving under water and swimming between the other's legs, copping a feel each time. (How much I wished Phillip could have been in the pool with us; in a way he was.) We both waved to Gwen up on her balcony. Finally I gave Chad some pointers about diving into the pool so he wouldn't land flat on his belly; Jerry watched the lesson from his station with a big smile.

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I pulled out my cell phone and flipped it open. "Hello?"

"Foster? It's Gwen."

"Hi, Gwen. Is Chad all right?"

"He's fine. I want to thank you again for being so nice to him these last three weeks." It was August now. Chad and I had a regular rhythm. Every morning, rain or shine, he came prancing into my condo where he'd strip off his clothes and set them where Barney couldn't reach. I'd already be naked. Early on I had dropped the towel along with the pretense I had just showered. Chad would roll about on the floor with Barney for a while. Then we'd have a snack (I was stocked up with Oreos). Then we'd get busy with our mutual masturbation. We each had learned what the other wanted, when to change tempos, when to change positions. I had begun to introduce Chad to the wonderful world of oral. He loved the feeling of having his little prick sucked, and that was usually all it needed to take him over the edge. However, it would take many more lessons for him to learn to be a good cocksucker himself. Some boys seem to take naturally to it. Others, like Chad, find it awkward. He didn't like to hold still; he didn't like to quit gabbing; he still hadn't learned to cover his teeth as he sucked. But he did enjoy tasting the cum when it came, and he even swallowed some, so he was making progress. Later, we would go for a swim or take Barney down to the dog park or throw a ball back and forth on the lawn, or any of a dozen other happy activities boys do with their uncles. For I now thought of the boy as family. A couple of Sundays, Chad even went with Barney and me to visit Phillip. I told him we could tell Phillip all our secrets.

"Believe me, Gwen. There's no need to thank me. Chad has brought unmeasured joy into my life."

"Foster, I'd like to ask a big favor."

"Sure, Gwen, anything."

"Well, I got a date this Saturday."

"Is he nice?"

"He's wonderful. He's thirty, handsome, considerate. He's been in the service. He's met Chad and they hit it off."

"Roger. Chad told me about him. Sounds like you may have found Mr. Right."

"Well, I don't know. But I'm willing to find out. That's why I agreed to this date."

"And you want a baby sitter."

"You guessed it. I was going to hire one of the girls who have their names on our bulletin board, but, well, actually it was Chad's idea."

"I'd love to."

"He's picking my up at seven. We should be home by midnight. So maybe you can come over around 6:30. You can watch TV. And make sure Chad takes his bath; I hope he doesn't give you a hard time about that. I told him he could stay up 'til 10, if he's a good boy. Oh, Shit, I forgot about Barney. Would he be all right by himself?"

"Gwen, you worry too much. You're cluttering your head with all these details when you should be thinking about Mr. Right. Look, let's make this easy. Why not send Chad over here at 6:30 and let him spend the night."

"What? Well, gee, I didn't think of that. That sounds like a big imposition."

"Believe me, it's not. We'll have a blast." (I didn't tell her what kind of blast). "And anyway, if things go well at dinner, you just may want to invite Roger back to your place."

"Oh, Foster, no, I don't think so. That would be rushing things. Well, maybe he could come in for a nightcap. Are you sure you wouldn't mind?"

"I insist."

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