This is still a work of fiction so don't imagine you spot a resemblance to any real person in any of my characters. Some material may be pretty explicit so don't read it if it's illegal where you live, or if you might be offended by it. Otherwise - enjoy.
It was nearly half past six when I got home from work and I had brought in an Indian take-away. I slept on the sofa for an hour or so and then looked in my bedroom. I had not moved the dummy when I left for work, and it still lay on the bed where I had left it. I sat on the foot of the bed and stroked it's plaster toes. "Can you hear me Anthony?", I asked, "can you feel what I'm doing I wonder. Don't worry - I know I won't get an answer. I hope you can come alive again tonight, 'cos we can have some fun. You'll like that won't you?". There was no movement from the dummy, but then I expected none. I went out and watched the telly till nearly midnight.When I returned to the bedroom I found Anthony already sat up in bed. "Yes", he said. I was flummoxed. "Yes what?", was the best I could do for a reply. "Yes I could feel what you were doing", he replied with a grin, "you said you wouldn't get an answer, but you just got one." This suggested more questions to my mind, but I had more sense than to ask any of them. In any case he hadn't finished. "Just because I'm plaster most of the time doesn't mean I can't feel; after all, you already know I can hear and see. Can your average dummy do that?" I had to admit he had a point. Matching intellects was never going to do my ego any good. He had a century's worth of experience more than me for a start. "I'm sorry Anthony", I said, " I realise what happened to you was pretty horrid. I feel ashamed because for me it's pretty good. You see I'm a boylover and you are the answer to my prayers." He leaned back against the headboard, displaying his boyish chest and superb abs to advantage. He smiled expansively. "Don't worry", he said, "it's supposed to be good for you. That's the only way it can be less horrid for me, so less talk - let's see some action.".
I didn't need telling twice. I whipped the duvet off him to expose the rest of his lovely body. He was completely naked. The silk underpants still lay beside him, but I cared not for those. I fell straightaway to those lovely feet. Even compared with most nine year olds he had lovely feet. The slightly curved toes, the little toe that curved inward naturally, rather than because tight footwear had forced it to, the sharpish heels and the high arches, the pale soles with the slight orangey-yellow tinge, the wrinkles in those arches that told how soft the soles were - all this I worshipped. All this I loved; and for nine pounds all this was mine. I had no problem with this. I was yielding to his will because, after all he had been through, he deserved it. Ordinary ideas of morallity were for ordinary situations. This sure wasn't one of those.
He had started to play with himself. After what he had done for me the night before I felt I owed him so I left his feet and leaned forward to suck his nine year old willy. I licked his little balls. There was no hair to get in the way. I even explored his arse crack, after all he had been a plaster dummy for a hundred and thirty years and had not eaten in that time. He couldn't help but be clean. He wriggled and giggled and said, "Jonah. Why dont you put your thing in me. It won't hurt me." I must have stared at him because he burst out laughing. "Your face!", he giggled. That did it. Rising to my knees I siezed a little foot in each hand, and lifted them high to expose his arse. It was a cute little bottom with little bubble cheeks flanking a tiny hole. Man! that would be tight. Too tight. "Are you sure it won't hurt you?" I asked doubtfully, "It looks an awfully tight fit, and I wouldn't want to damage you." "That's all right", He replied, "I never use it for anything else". That was unanswerable, and boy was I hard. My seven inches stood proudly to attention. It seemed silly to use KY to fuck a plaster dummy, but under the circumstances.... I quickly lubed my cock and his little hole, then lifting his feet high I slowly entered him. If you have never entered a cute nine year old boy I have to give you credit for not doing so. There are laws against that sort of thing, but the situation here was a bit different and you can never in a million years imagine what I felt like at that moment. I saw him clench his teeth at the moment of entry. I hesitated but he signalled with his eyes that he wanted me to go on. The tension in my cock as it slid into him was building rapidly. I felt as if I should explode. I buried my face in the soles of his lovely feet. I began to lick his soles as I slid in and out of his hole. I sucked on his cute little toes and fucked him for all I was worth. He was playing with his own cock now and the excitement was electric. Sparks semed to fly from the two of us to bounce off the walls and ceiling. I knew I was ready to fill him with my cum and at the same moment his toes curled tightly. I tightened my grip on his feet and buried my face firmly in his soles as I started to spurt. He was breathing heavily through his open mouth and could not suppress a gasp as my juices flowed into him. When the excitement was over he insisted on licking my cock clean. As I lay on the bed he licked my feet too before coming to lay next to me. He was asleep in seconds so I lay there and wondered what sort of boy I now had to care for.
He looked like a nine year old angel, and he was going to be fun. I was going to have to think of some new things for us to do. As I lay cuddling my sleeping boy an idea occurred. I'll tell you about it next time...