Chad, the Ideal Lad
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Category:
Original - Misc › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
20
Views:
13,253
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 9 - Good morning, Handsome
©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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Man and boy spend their first night together.
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The next couple days were exciting for both Chad and me as we discussed the upcoming sleepover. Barney could sense something different was about to happen.
At Chad's insistence, Gwen brought him over at 5:30 as soon as he had wolfed down his supper. He ran in to greet Barney and kicked off his sneakers. I noticed him unbuttoning his shorts, but he caught himself, looked at his mother who hadn't noticed, and buttoned up again.
Gwen is a micromanager. She handed me his pillow and his backpack. "I packed his pajamas, a clean set of clothes for tomorrow, his toothbrush and hairbrush, his favorite teddy bear, a couple books he likes to have me read before bed, his vitamin pills, and oh yes, his Chutes and Ladders game. And here," she took a paper out of her pocket, "this is my cell phone number, and Roger's cell phone, and the phone number of the restaurant, and his doctor's number, and the poison control number, and my sister-in-law Irene's number, and her cell." Shit! What the Hell did she think was going to happen?
"Come here, Muffin, and give me a kiss. Mommy has to go get dressed up. Oh, Foster, are you sure you don't mind doing this?" What would she have done if I told her I'd changed my mind. She probably had a backup plan all worked out; probably already had a list of all the babysitters' numbers. But of course, I was not about to tell her any such thing.
"Don't you worry about a thing, Gwen. Just forget about us and have a wonderful evening,..." Then I leaned in close and whispered, "...and a wonderful night." She gave me a light slap on the chest, but smiled, and then pecked my cheek.
Finally alone, Chad and I lost no time getting naked. We spent the next six hours playing with Barney, jacking off, playing Chutes and Ladders, jacking off, eating ice cream, jacking off, discussing monsters, jacking off, 69ing, jacking off, playing Chopsticks on the piano, jacking off, taking a bath, jacking off, reading books, jacking off, eating cookies, jacking off, sucking cock, jacking off, playing hide and seek, jacking off, playing Heart and Soul on the piano, jacking off, taking a shower, jacking off, and watching TV. Did I mention jacking off?
Chad and I had three or four orgasms each. Between that and all the cookies and ice cream, Chad was starting to nod around 11. I told him I had to take Barney out for his walk before I went to bed, and Chad said sleepily he wanted to go with us. So we slipped on some clothes (Chad and I, that is, not Barney) and walked outside. The fresh air revived us and when we got back, the kid was ready for more action. He was unstoppable.
I had told Gwen my futon couch converted to a bed and I would sleep there and let Chad have my bed. She argued that he should sleep on the couch. But of course now, nearly midnight, neither of us had any intention of sleeping anywhere than together on my bed. Also, there was no point in unpacking the boy's pj's, but we did take his teddy bear to bed with us. We turned out the light, lay down, cuddled and jacked off some more. Then I realized Chad's breathing had turned to light snoring. I wrapped my arm around his skinny naked body, made sure he was covered up, laid his sweet arm across my hairy chest, and went to sleep myself.
Some time in the middle of the night, Chad started to get up and I realized he had to pee. I guided his sleepy body to the toilet and waited while he gushed. I dried his pretty little prick with a towel and led him back to bed. I don't think he ever woke up.
I slowly began to stir. My body was undergoing some sort of pleasant sensation, but in my morning stupor I couldn't quite put my finger on it. I half opened my eyes. Sunlight was coming through the window, and they needed a few moments to adjust. Gradually I realized my cock was being sucked off and a darling seven-year old bony naked body was crouched over my right side, his knees pulled under his chest and his lovely ass raised high.
"Good morning, Handsome."
"Hmmm, mmm," came the muffled reply.
Shit, what a perfect way to greet the day. I tucked my left hand under my head and reached my right up to pet his butt, then slowly move down to finger his anus, and crawl between his legs to fondle his adorable genitals.
"Hmmm, mmm," he mumbled to tell me it felt good. The blow job increased in intensity. My normal morning hardon was turning into a rigid pole of turgidity. My left hand reached to grasp the headboard. My toes curled. I knew I was going to shoot a big load. I'm sure Chad must have known it also. I wondered if he would let go in time.
He didn't. I pumped his mouth full of jizz and he gamely tried to swallow every drop. "Hmmm, mmm," he repeated as cum dribbled from his lips. He held on for four good shots, then let go, came up and gave me a big juicy kiss on the lips.
"I love you, Chad."
"I love you too, Foster," he answered, still somewhat gurgly.
I kissed his forehead. "Why don't you let Barney clean your mouth while I go shit."
I sat on the toilet listening to the happy chortling and slurping. Thank you, God, for making me so fuckin happy.
I stood up, splashed some water on my face, and turned to see my two best friends again at the door. "What do you usually eat for breakfast?"
"Froot Loops."
"Figures. Sorry, there's none in the house. I'm surprised your mom didn't pack a box in your backpack. Tell you what. How about pancakes?"
"Yeah. Make pancakes."
I saluted him. "As you order, Sir. You speak and I obey."
In a few minutes, dribbles of rich brown maple syrup had replaced the dribbles of white cum on Chad's lips. By the end of breakfast, there was also syrup on his chin, his chest, his belly and his dick. "Come here, Kid." I knelt down and while Chad stood giggling, I licked the syrup off all the aforementioned places. I wasn't about to let Barney get all the fun.
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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.
Man and boy spend their first night together.
.oOo.
The next couple days were exciting for both Chad and me as we discussed the upcoming sleepover. Barney could sense something different was about to happen.
At Chad's insistence, Gwen brought him over at 5:30 as soon as he had wolfed down his supper. He ran in to greet Barney and kicked off his sneakers. I noticed him unbuttoning his shorts, but he caught himself, looked at his mother who hadn't noticed, and buttoned up again.
Gwen is a micromanager. She handed me his pillow and his backpack. "I packed his pajamas, a clean set of clothes for tomorrow, his toothbrush and hairbrush, his favorite teddy bear, a couple books he likes to have me read before bed, his vitamin pills, and oh yes, his Chutes and Ladders game. And here," she took a paper out of her pocket, "this is my cell phone number, and Roger's cell phone, and the phone number of the restaurant, and his doctor's number, and the poison control number, and my sister-in-law Irene's number, and her cell." Shit! What the Hell did she think was going to happen?
"Come here, Muffin, and give me a kiss. Mommy has to go get dressed up. Oh, Foster, are you sure you don't mind doing this?" What would she have done if I told her I'd changed my mind. She probably had a backup plan all worked out; probably already had a list of all the babysitters' numbers. But of course, I was not about to tell her any such thing.
"Don't you worry about a thing, Gwen. Just forget about us and have a wonderful evening,..." Then I leaned in close and whispered, "...and a wonderful night." She gave me a light slap on the chest, but smiled, and then pecked my cheek.
Finally alone, Chad and I lost no time getting naked. We spent the next six hours playing with Barney, jacking off, playing Chutes and Ladders, jacking off, eating ice cream, jacking off, discussing monsters, jacking off, 69ing, jacking off, playing Chopsticks on the piano, jacking off, taking a bath, jacking off, reading books, jacking off, eating cookies, jacking off, sucking cock, jacking off, playing hide and seek, jacking off, playing Heart and Soul on the piano, jacking off, taking a shower, jacking off, and watching TV. Did I mention jacking off?
Chad and I had three or four orgasms each. Between that and all the cookies and ice cream, Chad was starting to nod around 11. I told him I had to take Barney out for his walk before I went to bed, and Chad said sleepily he wanted to go with us. So we slipped on some clothes (Chad and I, that is, not Barney) and walked outside. The fresh air revived us and when we got back, the kid was ready for more action. He was unstoppable.
I had told Gwen my futon couch converted to a bed and I would sleep there and let Chad have my bed. She argued that he should sleep on the couch. But of course now, nearly midnight, neither of us had any intention of sleeping anywhere than together on my bed. Also, there was no point in unpacking the boy's pj's, but we did take his teddy bear to bed with us. We turned out the light, lay down, cuddled and jacked off some more. Then I realized Chad's breathing had turned to light snoring. I wrapped my arm around his skinny naked body, made sure he was covered up, laid his sweet arm across my hairy chest, and went to sleep myself.
Some time in the middle of the night, Chad started to get up and I realized he had to pee. I guided his sleepy body to the toilet and waited while he gushed. I dried his pretty little prick with a towel and led him back to bed. I don't think he ever woke up.
I slowly began to stir. My body was undergoing some sort of pleasant sensation, but in my morning stupor I couldn't quite put my finger on it. I half opened my eyes. Sunlight was coming through the window, and they needed a few moments to adjust. Gradually I realized my cock was being sucked off and a darling seven-year old bony naked body was crouched over my right side, his knees pulled under his chest and his lovely ass raised high.
"Good morning, Handsome."
"Hmmm, mmm," came the muffled reply.
Shit, what a perfect way to greet the day. I tucked my left hand under my head and reached my right up to pet his butt, then slowly move down to finger his anus, and crawl between his legs to fondle his adorable genitals.
"Hmmm, mmm," he mumbled to tell me it felt good. The blow job increased in intensity. My normal morning hardon was turning into a rigid pole of turgidity. My left hand reached to grasp the headboard. My toes curled. I knew I was going to shoot a big load. I'm sure Chad must have known it also. I wondered if he would let go in time.
He didn't. I pumped his mouth full of jizz and he gamely tried to swallow every drop. "Hmmm, mmm," he repeated as cum dribbled from his lips. He held on for four good shots, then let go, came up and gave me a big juicy kiss on the lips.
"I love you, Chad."
"I love you too, Foster," he answered, still somewhat gurgly.
I kissed his forehead. "Why don't you let Barney clean your mouth while I go shit."
I sat on the toilet listening to the happy chortling and slurping. Thank you, God, for making me so fuckin happy.
I stood up, splashed some water on my face, and turned to see my two best friends again at the door. "What do you usually eat for breakfast?"
"Froot Loops."
"Figures. Sorry, there's none in the house. I'm surprised your mom didn't pack a box in your backpack. Tell you what. How about pancakes?"
"Yeah. Make pancakes."
I saluted him. "As you order, Sir. You speak and I obey."
In a few minutes, dribbles of rich brown maple syrup had replaced the dribbles of white cum on Chad's lips. By the end of breakfast, there was also syrup on his chin, his chest, his belly and his dick. "Come here, Kid." I knelt down and while Chad stood giggling, I licked the syrup off all the aforementioned places. I wasn't about to let Barney get all the fun.
.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.