Lottery Winner

LOTTERY WINNER by bawdypen

I won the lottery! My share is 12 million dollars. I'm able to buy lots of things. Including sex. But sometimes the most desired are the most unattainable. That spur-of-the-moment craving. Like the beautiful 12-year-old boy I saw in the parking lot. He was with his father. I decided to see just what money could buy! I stopped them, and pulled the father aside.

"Mister, let me say this. Your son is beautiful!"

"WHAT!? You a photographer, or a pervert, or what?"

"Well, I'm a pervert that just won the lottery. Now, before you get mad, hear me out, okay?"

"Hmmm, make it good," he scowled.

"I'll give you $50,000 if I can fulfill a fantasy with your son."

"Hey, watch it!" he barked. "$50,000? Shit! Are you kidding? What do you wanna do, blow him or something? I guess the kid could get over a blowjob for a new bike! Boy's probably gonna get blown by a queer sometime or other. I did. He'll probably go for that."

"Well, not exactly," I said.

"Oh, I get it. You wanna plug his little asshole, hunh? Man, even for that money I couldn't allow...you wouldn't really hurt him, would you? I mean you'd use a lot of cream or some- thing, right? Worse things could happen to a boy. $20,000 buys a lot of guilt relief. I mean it's not like he'd be raped or anything, right?"

"Mister, I couldn't hurt that precious little boy for anything."

"I...I suppose even giving a blowjob wouldn't really hurt a kid if he just did it once! You're kinda good-looking, at least."

"Well, sure, I'd love to suck his little peter. And have him suck me off, too. And plugging his virgin butthole after I ate it out would be absolute heaven! For $50,000 I'd want all those things."

"Alright, done!" he agreed. "He'll get over it."

"But..." I held up a finger. "That's not the most important thing."

He looked at me skeptically. "What do you mean?"

"Well, like I admitted to you...I am a pervert and I want to do a perverted thing with your son."

"Like what?"

"Now, keep your temper...and remember...$50,000! I...I want your boy to...to take a shit in my mouth!"

He looked at me incredulously. "Are you alright, guy? I mean, are you all there? Who on earth would want something that disgusting? You must be a little off-center."

"I am off-center, mister. I like to eat shit from sweet young boys' assholes! And I'm willing to pay for it."

"Danny! Come 'ere. Uh, listen, son. I've explained to you before about queers and perverts, right? About not letting them touch you in a bad way? You remember what I told you?"

"Uh, sure, Dad." The boy looked confused.

"Well, we have a little different situation here. This young man is one of those queer perverts, alright, and he want to do some nasty things with you..."

"Dad?"

"The difference," he almost whispered in the kid's ear, "is that he has a LOT OF MONEY! How'd you like a new bike and all the video games you ever wanted? Along with a new big-screen color stereo TV for your room...or for the family room maybe?"

"Sure! But...well, what'll I have to do?"

"Well, nothing that's gonna hurt--not a lot anyway. This guys want to lick on your pecker."

"DAD!"

"And you might hafta suck on his things, too."

"DAD!"

"And let him put his thing up your bum."

"DAD!"

"Just for a while. Danny, listen to me. That stuff's all queer...but it won't kill ya, you know. We're talking a lot of money. A lot!"

"How much?"

"Well," he winked at me, "5,000...and all for you!"

"GOLLY! THAT'S A FORTUNE! I'LL DO IT!"

"You're not squeamish about it, son?"

"Fuck no, Dad! I mean...heck no, Dad. I've...I've tried that stuff with...with a friend."

"Oh. Freddie?"

"Yeah, but don't tell him I told you, okay?"

"Well, boys will be boys, I guess. But there's more, Danny. You see, he wants you to do something really nasty and filthy."

"DAD!"

"Listen, it's nothing you don't do every day. It's just that...well, he wants you to do it in his...his mouth."

The boy looked confused. Then his eyes lit up in amazement. "Really, really nasty?"

"Yes, son."

"You mean like piss?"

"Um...number 2."

Danny squinched up his face in disgust. 'YOU WANT ME TO POOP IN YOUR MOUTH, MISTER?!"

"Not so loud, son. Hold it down. Yeah, that's..."

"Danny," I said, "I think you're real cute. I'll pay you a lot of money if you'll let me do those things...especially lick your butthole and suck on your hot little turd!"

"You're weird!"

"I know...but will you do it?"

"Hmmm...sure, why not? Long as I don't hafta do it!"

"All you'll have to do is blow me," I said.

"Blow...oh, you mean suck you off? Yeah, I can do that."

"SON!"

"No big deal, Dad."

"I have to be there," the father insisted.

"DAD!"

"It's alright with me," I agreed.

"Well, the wife's away. I guess we can go to our house."

"I'll follow you. Is it alright if Danny rides with me? Here's my driver's license. I'd like to feel him up on the way."

"You mean play with my pecker in the car?"

"Yeah," I said, smiling.

"Alright," the father agreed. "But don't try anything funny. I'll have the cops on you in seconds flat!"

"Don't worry, we'll be right behind you. With our agreement, you certainly don't have to worry about me kidnap- ping him or anything. I intend to enjoy my money, not be on the run all the time."

The man got in his car, and Danny and I got in mine. We followed him out onto the highway.

"Wanna see my pecker?" Danny asked.

"Why don't you pull your pants down to your ankles," I said. "I'd like a peek at your little butt, too. I'm gonna lick it all over, and stick my tongue up into your hole!"

"Jeez, that's nasty!" He pulled his pants and underwear down and sat there. I reached over and fondled his pecker. He smiled, watching me play with him. Immediately, it sprung up stiffly. I stroked it and fondled his hairless balls.

"That feels good!" he giggled.

"Sure is a pretty package, kid. Must have all the junior high cocksuckers drooling in the showers, huh?"

"Junior high's coming up this year. Say, can you be a cocksucker in junior high?"

"Sure you can! Didn't you say...?"

"Oh, yeah, Freddie and me...I guess so. But I mean..."

"Queer? Aw, who knows? Hafta wait and see. At your age boys're just so horny they usually try it. Don't worry about it."

"Yeah. Freddie says that. He says if you do it after you turn 18 then you gotta worry."

"You wanna see mine?" I grinned.

"YEAH! Is it big? Let me play with it while Dad can't see."

"You dad's gonna see you suck me," I reminded him.

"I know. But I'll have to act like I don't like it when he's around."

I laughed and rustled his shaggy hair. Then I unzipped and whipped out my hard prick.

"GOSH! That's a beaut! It's so big! Lemme touch it!"

"Danny, you can do anything you want with it."

"It's so soft and hard at the same time!"

For a couple of blocks, he played with mine and I played with his. We were both enjoying ourselves.

"If you put your head in my lap, you can lick on it," I said.

He scooted over, put his head down, and started to tongue my knob. I reached behind him to caress his little bubble butt. I swiped my finger over his hairless anus and brought it to my nose. Sweet sweaty ambrosia! A couple more sniffs of that and I would have blasted off into the kid's sucking mouth! He was really nursing on my bloated knob.

He looked up. "Did you just touch my butthole and smell your finger?"

"I sure did, Danny. How'd you know?"

"I felt it, and heard you sniffing. Your pecker twitched, too."

"Yeah, I nearly came in your mouth. You smell real good. I can't wait to lick you out!"

"Yeah? Let me smell it."

"Here, let me get some fresh." I wiped across his anus again, then stuck it under his perkly little nose.

"Yuck! Smells like poop to me!"

"Yes, it does, Danny. You didn't wipe your bum very good after the last time you took a crap. I'm sure glad of that."

"Why?"

"Well, I love boyshit! I like the smell of yours...and the taste. I'm really going to enjoy eating your turd."

"You...you're going to EAT IT?!"

"Every sweet little bite! Do you shit big turds, Danny?"

"Yeah. Sometimes they're monsters! I always look."

"Good. I hope you have a really big fat one today. Whoops, you dad's turning in. Better put my prick away and pull up your pants."

"Oh crap! Hey, let's go around the block one time!"

"And get arrested?! Listen, don't worry about your dad. You just follow my suggestions and enjoy it all you want."

"Okay, but you'll never get that thing up my butt!"

"Boy, by the time I get done sucking on your sweet asshole, and emptying the shit out of it, you'll be opened up enough."

"We followed the man up the front porch. The house was in a seedier section of town, but theirs was nicely kept up. I could see that they could really use the money.

"Did you get yourself a good feel?" the father asked me.

"Delightful!"

"Beats the hell out of me why a man'd want a little boy prick." Danny frowned at the unintentional insult.

"Actually, he's quite big for his age," I said, making Danny beam proudly.

"Yeah? Guess I ain't seen it since he was a little squirt."

"You oughta see his, Dad. It's big!" Danny gushed, then realized he hadn't meant to tell that he'd been playing with me.

"You mean you...?" he gulped.

"I gave him a peek," I said, "in case he wanted to back out. I didn't want to scare him later."

"And did it scare you, son?" He put his hands on Danny's shoulders.

"Uh...no...not really, I guess."

"Well, okay. Let's get inside then." As soon as we entered the living room the man locked the door and pulled the drapes. I grabbed Danny's hand and walked him over to the sofa. I sat down and pulled him between my legs and softly ran my hands up and down his slender body.

"Oh, Danny," I looked into his eyes. "You're so beautiful! Do you know that?"

He blushed. "Linda Simpson says I'm cute."

"That you are!" I felt up his crotch and felt his pecker getting stiff again. I ran my fingers up and down it, making it stand out in his pants.

"Starting already?" Father approached nervously. "Uh, perhaps we should, ah..."

"Oh, yes. Of course," I pulled out my checkbook and quickly scribbled one for $5,000 and another for $45,000, which Danny didn't read. "A little extra for your dad," I told him.

Pocketing the two checks, the man sat back in an easy chair with his arms folded across his chest. "Well, go ahead, I guess. Do your nasty business! Best take your clothes off, Danny."

"No, not yet," I said. "But I'm gonna pull my prick out." Danny giggled over my saying 'prick' in front of his dad. I stood up and unzipped, letting my big dick flop out. Danny smiled at it. I could tell he wanted to reach for it.

"See, Dad? I told you it was a whopper!"

"Hmmm, impressive. But you ain't gonna put that thing in MY son's ass! It'll kill him!"

"Well, we'll see." I didn't turn my eyes to the man. "It's not that important if it doesn't work. But we'll give it a try."

I turned Danny sideways to me and, still rubbing his crotch, I put my face down to his round bottom and sniffed at it.

"Mmmm! I can smell your bunghole right through your Levis!"

"Ain't you been cleaning properly, Danny!" his father criticized.

"It's natural," I chuckled. "Believe me, 9 out of 10 boys are wonderfully sloppy!" I nuzzled my face in there and drew out more of the enticing aroma, then I turned him back around and began to take off his shirt. I ran my hands over his soft, slender, hairless chest and belly and bent to nibble at his bellybutton. He giggled, then I started to lick and suck on his tits. I reach for his belt buckle, undid it, and unzipped his pants. Then, from his armpits, I ran my hands down his sides to his waist. Catching both his Levis and shorts, I slowly slid them down his hips. He gasped when his pecker snapped out--hard and pointing straight at me.

His father gasped, too, but said nothing.

After sticking my nose into each of his armpits and taking in his boyish stink, I went back down and nestled my face in his freshly scented balls while pulling each foot from the clothing at his ankles. Pulling back, I surveyed his luscious nudity. Instantly, I opened my mouth and engulfed his whole prick, driving his shaft to the back of my mouth and a ways down my throat. He moaned loudly and threw his head back and toward his father. "He...he's blowing me, Dad! He's blowing me!"

"Ye...yeah. That's alright. Boy needs a blowjob once in a while. Makes your pecker grow. Uh, looks like you already been gettin' blowjobs, Danny!"

"Just Freddie...once," he admitted breathlessly, "but I jerk it a lot!"

"That's okay. I still jerk it too, Son."

Knowing boys can come several times in a row, I decided to take off his top layer, I gave Danny a vigorous blowjob! I pulled his hips to my face, encouraging him to fuck my mouth. Seeing it was alright, he soon began to piston rapidly, slam- ming his prick to the back of my throat. He grabbed my head and started to really plow into me. It didn't take long, as I expected. His breathing was coming very erractic and I knew he was going to pop. I pulled back and squeezed his shaft, then began to suck wildly on his cockhead. He squealed in delight and flooded my mouth and tongue with hot delicious squirts of boycream! My own prick was up and dripping between my legs. He pulled his dick from my mouth with a loud PLOP! and fell to his knees, catching his breath.

I quickly stripped and fell back in the couch. Looking directly in front of him, Danny spied my huge boner. He crawled between my legs and grabbed for it, putting his lips over the knob and sucked.

"DANNY!" his father cried out, sitting up straight in alarm.

"But, Dad. I gotta do it, right?" Danny asked, never letting go.

"Uh, yeah. It's just that you...well, never mind. Go ahead then."

"Thanks, Dad!" he made the mistake of saying, but tried to cover it up. "I mean, might as well get it over with, hunh?"

The man looked at his son suspiciously, but didn't say anything. I tried to keep a straight face as the boy smiled up at me while he began licking up and down my throbbing shaft. I grabbed it at the base and lewdly rubbed it across his face. He'd wiggle his tongue, trying to catch it. Then I bent down and stuck it between his lips. He bobbed his head up and down, taking as much of it as he could handle. I looked over at his father and winked! The man was sitting there, wide-eyed, rubbing his crotch. The sight of his little naked son on his knees giving a man a blowjob was obviously quite erotic to him. He seemed amazed at Danny's sudden skill!

I was anxious to taste his little butthole.

"Come up here and straddle my face, Danny," I directed him. I caught a bit of disappointment in his eyes, so I added, "then you can go back to sucking me." He climbed onto the sofa and I lifted his left leg over my chest. This left his smooth round buns at my face. I layed my head back on the cushion and pulled his ass to my nose.

"Mmmm!" I smelled around. Instinctively, he pushed his butt into my face and bent over with his hands on my thighs for balance.

"Lick my balls, Danny!" I held his skinny hips and sat his ass on my face then started to lick him there. His slopping tongue was all over my nuts while I rimmed his precious butthole--the sweetest little hole I'd ever had my mouth on. I pulled his cheeks apart and tried jobbing my tongue inside. It was tight, but softly pliant. It was going to be a rare pleasure working it open. I was hoping it would take all day, but I had a feeling that it wouldn't. I looked over to see Daddy with his fat cock in his hand. It was really getting to him. On his own, Danny had started to suck me off again. His head was going up and down. He was really enjoying what he was doing. I motioned to his dad that he should hide himself. It wasn't very proper for a boy to see his dad jerking off.

"DAD!" Danny cried. He'd seen it when he took a breath.

He shielded his hardon. "Don't look, Son! I can't help myself!"

"That's OK, Pop. Gee, will mine get like yours?"

"Sooner than you think at the rate you're going!"

He sucked and I rimmed for a long time. It was hell trying to keep from shooting in his mouth. In his youthful exuberance, the boy was good! He wanted to draw the balljuice from my prick. He wanted to drink it. The man got up from his chair, and brazeningly stroking his cock he came a little closer-- within Danny's sight range. He was sucking cock while looking at his father's fat dong.

"Uh, do you mind me watching you, Son? Up close, I mean?"

"Well, it feels funny, but...naw, I don't mind."

"You, ah, kinda like that, don't you, Danny?"

"YEAH! I...I do. It's so big and juicy!"

"Thought so. Don't feel bad about it. All boys fool around at your age. Just this once won't hurt."

"That's what Freddie said," Danny was speaking between licks. "But, gee, I was hoping I could do it til I was maybe 14--or 20! Yeah, 20 would be better!"

His father and I both laughed.

"Well, in a way I'm kinda glad you do," the man said. "At least this once...so you don't get a trauma from all this." Then, almost under his breath, he reminisced, "Sucked a boy off once at your age."

Danny held out my big cock. "Yeah? Wanna take a lick, Dad?"

"OH...OH, NO!" he gasped. "I...I couldn't...really!"

"OK, but it sure is good."

"That's alright, Son. Once was enough!"

As pleasant as this all was--and as relaxed at his anus was becoming--it was going to be impossible to get anything out of there in this position. The way his body was, his muscles were much too tense to allow complete relaxation. Finally, I pulled my face from his tangy crack.

"Let's change positions," I said, swinging his lithe body off of me. I stood up, my long prick sticking out moist and excited.

His father backed away, his eyes fearful, yet admiring as he stared at it. "Did you ever lick a buddy's asshole, mister? I asked him.

"No! Certainly not!" He became flustered.

"Don't know what you've missed!" I assured him. "Your kid's got a luscious little poophole--just made for a man's lips."

I got Danny to kneel up on the couch and put his head down on the cushions. This put his pert little ass up high--just right for turdsucking. I knelt on the floor behind him and spread his asscrack.

"Are you going to do...THAT THING now?" the man asked, nervously.

"Oh, absolutely," I said. "This is going to be the most expensive mouthful of shit I ever had--but the most delicious!"

"Do you have to be so crude? I don't see why...I don't see how...I mean, my son has a beautiful body but why you'd want to eat the filth from his rectum--I just don't understand that!"

"You don't have to understand it," I reminded him. "Besides, one man's filth is another man's delicacy."

"Are...are you gonna eat it now, mister?!" Danny asked over his shoulder. "You want me to...shit now?"

"Jeez, Danny!" his father cried. "You even act excited about THAT!"

"I've never done nothing as nasty as this, Dad."

"Son," he began, exasperated, "most of the civilized world hasn't done anything as nasty as this! But that's what the man's paying for."

"Now, Danny," I cuddled up close, "I don't care how long this takes, but I want you to do it real slow. Don't just shoot it out like you do in the pot. Just stay loose and squeeze it out a little at a time. I'll be licking on it and chewing it."

"GAWD!" his father moaned. "You're so sick!"

"Mister," I looked at him, "maybe so, but if this boy could shit a turd a mile long down Broadway during the Thanksgiving Parade, I'd be crawling behind him sucking up every bit of it!"

I tongued that butt like mad, working it inside and loosening up his tender-skinned anus. Mmmm, the taste of his rectal walls was exquisite! The boy was quietly grunting and pushing, unashamedly trying to take a shit for me. His youthful sounds were exciting. One reason I like youngsters is that they'll do things most older boys wouldn't consider.

But as much as I sucked, and as much as I tried, it just wouldn't come. His dad was looking worried that the whole thing might be called off.

"Go on, Danny. Do it! Shit for the nice man."

"I...I'm tryin' Dad. I'm pushin' real hard!"

Finally, a bitter tang hit the end of my tongue. His turd was at the door, and I was licking on it! I pulled back and wrenched his buns apart, using my thumbs to spread his pink anus. Suddenly, his lips began to part and the aperture was filled with the rounded end of his brown cylinder. A mild, zesty scent arose from it.

"OK, slow down, now, Danny," I warned. "I see it! Just a bit more. That's it. Now hold it so I can lick on it." I touched my tongue to it and circled it all around the little nub obscenely protruding from his asshole. I licked off the glistening, syrupy assjuice. To my fevered mind it tasted like honey!

"MY...GOSH!" his father gulped, watching intently.

Danny pushed out more. Now about 3 inches of turd was sticking out of his ass--and it seemed to be getting thicker. The sight of his anal lips being expanded like that was incredibly beautiful! I licked up the side of the turd and fluttered my tongue on his wrinkled ring of skin.

"Is he eatin' it, Dad?" Danny spoke into the cushions, afraid to move for fear of dislodging it.

"Not yet, Son. But he's sure licking on it! You okay?"

"Sure. This is fun!"

"Fun, he says. OH, MY GOD!"

"WHAT?" Danny asked, wanting to know what was happening at his butt.

"He...he just took a big bite out of your turd, Danny! He's fucking chewing on your poop!"

I certainly was. I just couldn't wait any longer to have the full flavor hitting my impatient tastebuds. I bit off about half of it and began to munch on it. The bittersweet taste was heavenly. Boyishly mild, yet spicy.

His father, fully aware that this was a very unique event, jumped up and pulled a good-sized mirror from the wall. He stood it up on the floor, aiming it so his son could witness what was taking place behind him.

"This is filthy, Son, but...you'll probably never view such a thing again in your life. You deserve to see it."

Danny turned his head and gasped. "HOLY MACKERAL!"

I'd pulled back to let the boy see the turd sticking from his ass. Immediately, he involuntarily shot out a few more inches. I placed a finger on the end of it, and began to lick up and down the side of it. The side away from Danny's view. I didn't want to block his vision for this. I stared into the mirror and lewdly licked all over his hot turd!

"Looks like it's gonna be one of your monsters, Danny," I said. "Don't squeeze--just relax and watch me lick your sweet shit!"

"THAT'S INCREDIBLE!" he cried. "OOOH, LICK IT, MISTER! LICK IT! NOW LET ME SEE YOU EAT IT!"

"Gladly, baby. Watch this."

I opened my mouth widely and chomped down on it, ripping off a good chunk. Putting my mouth next to the frayed end, I stared into the mirror and looked at Danny and slowly chewed with my mouth closed!

"OH, GOLLY THAT'S WILD! Oh, you better eat faster, mister. I think I'm gonna let it all out. It's starting to slip!"

Slowly, it slithered out of there. But not so fast that I couldn't devour it. It was quite a meal, but with my experience I was soon digging my tongue up his hole and cleaning it out. He was staying nice and loose, letting me get up inside. Finally, I pulled away, smacking my lips. I ran my tongue over my teeth, cleaning away the last of his goodies. They both stared at me in amazement.

"Am I gonna GET IT now?" Danny asked, excitedly.

"Now, Son," his father reminded him, "his penis is awfully big, and if you ask him, I'm sure he'll let you off the hook."

"But, Dad, I wanna try it. See, I'm gettin' another boner just thinking about it!"

"Hell!" I said. "I don't want to let him off the hook--I want to stick him on my hook! Come on down here, Danny. Lick me up good and wet. It'll go in easier if you sit on it--you'll be able to control how much you take."

He knelt down on the floor and bent over me. He happily started to suck on my roaring prick again. His perky little butt was sticking up in the air and his father was eyeing it--- still stroking his fat meat. "Looks good enough to plug, doesn't it?" I smiled at him. He blushed furiously, and nodded so his son couldn't see.

Danny straddled my hips. I reached under and dragged my cockhead back and forth over his anus--getting it nice and wet.

"Now reach back and pull your butt apart. Just slip your hole right over it. It'll hurt a little--but when it does, don't pull off. Just stop and let your asshole relax. When you've caught your breath, go down on it a little more. Before you know it, that knob'll plop right in. After that, it'll start to feel good."

"It'll ruin him!" the man exclaimed.

"Nonsense," I assured them. "You're young, but the secret in taking a cock up your ass is WANTING IT! Just make up your mind that you want my big fucking cock stuffed up your rectum and you'll open right up. You can take it. Just remember how your hole opens up wide enough to let out big turds all the time."

"Jeez, there you go with the 'turds' again," the man complained.

"Sorry," I laughed, "guess I just love the word. TURD! TURD! HOT TURD! SHITTY TURD! SMELLY TURD! YUMMY TURD!"

Danny started to giggle so hard his body was shaking. Then, without meaning to, he accidentally sat right down and engulfed my whole cock! "YEOW!" I grabbed his hips and held them still.

"Take a deep breath. Just relax." Damn, I didn't want it to happen like that. I didn't want to hurt him. His father looked on, concerned. "It'll get better, I promise."

'OH, MISTER, I DON'T THINK IT COULD GET BETTER. IT'S GREAT!"

"Danny?! Son! It doesn't hurt? You've got about 10 inches of prick up your little ass. Doesn't it hurt?"

"Oooh, no way, Dad. It's wonderful!" He started to squirm in my lap.

"Holy shit, my son's queer!"

"Are you queer, Danny?" I asked him.

"I...I don't know. But if I get to do this all the time, I'm sure as heck gonna learn to be!"

I held his lovely buttocks still and slowly worked my prick in and out of his tight little anus. He gasped and closed his eyes, reveling in the new sensations. He was so empty in there, now, that I was able to feel my cockhead pushing up into his upper chamber. He was lost in a sexual delirium. Slowly, he started to work on it--moving his ass up a bit, then plunging it back down again. It had to be hurting him deep up inside, but he seemed to love the hurt.

"You like getting fucked up the asshole, kid?" I asked him lewdly.

"Oh, yes! I love getting fucked! I WANNA GET FUCKED ALL THE TIME!"

"Your mother's not going to like this," the man shook his head.

"She'll understand, Dad. She likes it too, doesn't she?"

"DANNY!" he cried, shocked. Then he laughed. But all the time he couldn't tear his eyes away from my big prick fucking up into his son's young, willing asshole. His cock-stroking was getting rougher.

"Gawd, you're a hot fuck, kid!" I was getting close to coming.

"Thanks, mister. Mmmm. Screw the video games--I'll give you back half the money if we can do this again next week. Or tomorrow! Boy, my pecker's really hard...and it's dripping."

"Sit up straight, Danny!" I ordered. "Now start bouncing up and down real fast. Lean back a little so it jabs your nubbin'."

"My what?" he asked.

"Your prostate...you'll know it when I hit it." He obeyed.

"Holy mackeral!" His breathing was getting faster. He started to ride me furiously, wantonly slamming his ass down on me. My initial tenseness was gone now that he was no longer putting so much friction on my under vein. I tried to slow him down so we could enjoy it longer. As a matter of fact, I made him stop completely.

"Woah, boy! Try it slow and easy...enjoy every luscious stroke. Remember, this is your first fuck. You'll remember it for the rest of your life. It'll always be good--but it'll never be better!"

"Damn!" his father blurted. "You make it sound like I've missed out on something. Awww, it's so hot! I gotta let go of this thing before I squirt all over you two."

Danny turned his head and took a good look at his father's erect penis. The man just looked at him and continued to finger his dick. In his sexual excitement he no longer felt embar- rassed about Danny seeing him in this manner.

"Dad?" Danny said, quietly. "I'll suck it if you want."

"Certainly not, Son," he said, unconvincingly.

"But Dad," the boy insisted, "I wanted to taste some cream, and his is going up my bottom. Would one time be so bad?"

Danny's father looked agitated and indecisive. Suddenly, he stepped forward, holding his dripping cock out.

"YES! Lick it, Danny! Shit, go ahead. SUCK YOUR DADDY'S COCK! SUCK THE COCK THAT MADE YOU! I'LL GIVE YOU DADDY'S HOT CREAM! LOTS OF IT!"

The boy forgot the thrill in his ass for the moment. He sat perfectly still and concentrated on mouthing his father's fat knob. He sucked on it like a lecherous little slutboy, making the most obscene sucking noises. Then, while looking -directly up into his father's eyes, he began to take more of it into his mouth as he gave his dad a tender blowjob.

"Oh, my precious boy! Daddy's gonna come right in your mouth! Don't, oh, please don't stop! If it's too much, just let it dribble down your chin. You don't hafta swallow it all. Just so you taste it!"

It was a hot sight. I lifted my legs and held his buns in my thighs. Holding him tightly in place, I started to drive up into him in long, deep strokes. I'm not sure he was even aware of it. He had one hand around his father's stiff shaft, and with his other he'd pulled out and was fiddling with the man's big, hairy, low-hanging balls. Wanting more freedom, the man yanked his pants to his knees. Then he caressed the boy's head, running his fingers through his soft hair.

"Oh yeah. Blow your Daddy! OH, I'M GONNA COME! SUCK, BOY, SUCK! YEEII! Aw, suck my cock you sweet little bastard. BLOWWW MEEEE!"

Danny sucked hard and rapidly, while his father blasted off in his mouth. I could see his young throat gulping and gulping mouthful after mouthful of boiling little sperms. It didn't drip down his chin...it ran down his throat! The little cock- sucker was a quick learner. He took his father's massive load as well as I could have. Finally pulling off to catch his breath, he began to lick all over the head--cleaning it off.

"Tha...that was wonderful, Son. Wonderful! But, of course, we can't ever do it again. You understand that, don't you?"

"Sure, Dad. Gee, a guy can't go around blowing his dad all the time, can he?" He giggled and sorta winked. "But...I'm glad I got to do it. I really liked it. You sure got a big one...and the stuff tasted nice."

The man ruffled the boy's hair. "Okay, now get your nut, kid. But for chrissake, don't wreck your ass doin' it!" They laughed.

He quickly started to undulate his hips, and his prick sprung up even harder. He began to bounce again. By now, he knew just how to work his ass so my prick grated over his prostate deliciously.

"Are we gonna get it now, baby?" I asked. He nodded pleasantly. "Did you get a nice mouthful of cum out of your daddy's big prick?" He kept smiling and nodding. He had a mature, lusty look in his eyes--as if he'd come of age suddenly. He was working his ass real lewdly, showing that he knew exactly what he was doing now. "You're a hot little cocksucker, Danny. You know that, don't you?" He nodded again, bouncing up and down. "Your dad's gonna have to keep a close eye on you, isn't he? Otherwise, you'll be down at the docks sucking off sailors and getting your ass plugged with big juicy cocks, hunh?" He nodded wildly, screwing up his face. My words were drawing up hot images he couldn't deny.

His father was watching closely. I got the feeling that he would have gotten down and given Danny a return favor if the boy hadn't been moving so rapidly that it was impossible. I was over the edge!

"Oh, I'm filling up your asshole, little boy! Unnnh! Unnnh!" I cried.

Danny squealed delightedly. He started jacking off. His hard pecker began to squirt hot boyjuice all over the place. His father held out his hand and caught several huge spurting globs and put it to his mouth. He sucked the boy's cum from his fingers!

As his excitement subsided, Danny looked exhausted. He'd really worked his little buns off. He lifted off my prick, slowly, then collapsed in his father's arms. Then he just spread himself out on his stomach. I crawled between his legs and pulled them apart.

I scooted my face up to his ass and started to lick the back of his balls. Then I attached my mouth to his puffy, violated anus and began to suck my load out. Danny's father just sat there, shaking his head at my insatiable vulgarity!

Then something happened that made the exhausted boy start to giggle. He'd been slightly lifting his ass, enjoying the sooting touch of my wet tongue, letting me get into him. But I'd pumped so much air into his rectum during our fuck, that his poochy anus involuntarily started to sputter! Loud, moist, fluttering farts escaped his little bum, tickling my tongue. I sniffed the heavenly fragrance, then smooched at his hole some more.

All satisfied and dressed, I got up to leave.

"Sure you won't come back again?" Danny asked, looking up at me.

I made some flip remarks. "Sorry, kid, only one to a customer. Besides, there's a lot of boys out there, a lot of hot turds to eat!" He looked rather dejected. Like I'd slapped him or something.

"Okay, the truth?" I put my arm around his shoulder. "The truth is, I can't do things with you again because you're 12 years old, you're so beautiful you make my heart melt, you got a luscious pecker, the most incredible ass I've ever touched, and turds that would make a grown man cry for. If I stick around, I'll fall in love with you. And that certainly wouldn't work. You've got things ahead of you. Lots of cocks to suck. Boys to fall in love with."

"Yeah, I see what you mean," he agreed.

"Besides, if I come around again your dad would be involved. And I don't think it's a good idea for you and him to get too chummy. It was nice what you did together, but whatever that might lead to, good or bad, you'll lose a 'father'. And, besides, with that big prick of his, I just might get too interested in him myself! Your mother wouldn't like that and you'll end up getting jealous."

"He's right, Son," the man put his arm on the boy's shoulder.

"So long," I started out the door. "Remember me as the nastiest man you ever met!"

I smiled and walked out the door. I was nearly to my car when the father came running up.

"I...I just want you to know. So you don't think I planned on cheating the boy. That extra money goes in the bank for his college."

"Hey," I suggested, "put enough in the bank and use the rest now. By the time he's ready you'll have plenty with the interest and all. And by the way, some night when he's sound asleep, give his little ass a kiss for me, willya? No...on second thought you'd better not. Even for his dad, that might be too tempting!"

"Uh, I...I think you're right!" he laughed. We shook hands and I left. Driving away, I wondered what Danny and his buddy Freddie would be up to in the coming weeks!

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