Date: Thu, 22 Dec 2005 03:06:12 -0000
From: qpreen@basicisp.net
Subject: Me, My Billy and Ours 1

This is a sexual story. It eventually includes a rather vast array of those
sexual acts commonly available, but acts only between willing and
consenting people, whether they be men, women or children. The participants
range from ages fivish and upwards on into the sixtees. Much occurs between
that youngest reach and that oldest reach, and the implications are that
the older boundary could stretch into rather more advanced ages than that.
Severe sado-masochism is not considered sex by the writer; thus the stories
will not include sado-masochism.

All usual admonitions apply. - If the indicated kind of material offends
you or if the reading of same is illegal where you are, then  read no
further. If you are under the age of eighteen,read no further, as this is
adult material and is not intended for you.

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broadside in any fashion without explicit permission from the writer. Other
than these admonitions, please proceed and enjoy!

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As I gently rubbed his precious little shoulders, I thought,oh, how
beautiful he is, gazing at him there in my lap. Five and a half years old
and the most gorgeous little youngster in all this world, let alone being
my very own son, the seed of my own raging cock!

"It feels so good when you rub me, daddy", don't never stop!"

"I won't EVER, little darling" I promised, with a gentle correction my ever
smart little man was sharp enough to recognize and accept. "Never, never
will I ever stop loving my little boy, even when he grows up as big as
daddy" I murmured to him in soft whispered phrases between gentle little
kisses and nibbles on his sweet neck, leaning way down, needing to strain a
little, even, to get to that position, but feeling a jab of pleasure in my
loins as reward.

"I love you too, Daddy", his little voice said back to me, and I knew that
he meant it. He was a very affectionate and loving child, taking after me
in that way, but also just as much after his beautiful young mother who was
recently so cruelly snatched from us in an automobile accident while riding
with her parents, James and Jan, who were both seriously injured, but
survived and recovered fully in a few ensuing months. Jim and Jan will
never forgive themselves,though,that is clear, even although the road facts
plainly show they were entirely blameless and could in no way have avoided
the huge oncoming semi which suddenly turned directly into them. (The
driver, it was determined, suffered an instant and fatal heart attack at
only fifty two, whereas all his driving record theretofore had been
spotless. Such is fate in this unpredictable life and world!)

But I digress, as did my thoughts, a little, just as the ever wandering,
foraging mind often does in its behaviorisms, really mostly beyond our
controls. My thoughts had wandered momentarily to reflecting with
tenderness on the sweet little cousin, Robbie, that Billy, my little boy,
enjoys and adores through his maternal grandparents, the aforementioned
James and Jan, in their lasting but final fertility. Ah, when they visit
now, which is most frequently indeed, bringing Robbie of course, Billy will
squeel in delight as he jumps into their arms and giggles under their
loving kisses and hugs, but then he and Robbie will quickly scamper off and
away together, headed for the delights little boys find in just
playing. Playing, playing, playing! Oh to play quite like that again!

Robbie is five too. Only a couple of months younger than Billy. Also he is
blonde and blue eyed too, just like Billy;indeed they could almost be
twins. A stranger would surely take them to be twins, seeing them running
and jumping together.

Thus this loving, remembering, close group remains in forever tribute and
love for my darling young wife Lorrie, so sadly now missing. She was only
twenty eight. And indeed I myself have only just turned thirty.- Below is
the cast, then:

               Little Billy, 5 1/2;Robbie,the same:myself,and then
               Jan and Jim.(My own parents would delightfully expand
               our group,for sure, but they live just too far away
               in Hawaii to regularly participate in our "doings of
               love" here in Indiana and Michigan, as we have come
               to name the delights of all we engender and share
               together!)

Is it any wonder, then, that when Billy is on my lap, nowadays,and I am
loving him, my roaming mind only fuels more the wonderful turgid torture of
my rampaging cock? - With thoughts of more than just Billy. Yes, with yet
more than of just my sweet darling little boy, much as I do love him! Of
course that is NOW, in the but recently acquired knowledge of the, many
would call it, abberant tastes and desires of our group. Yet, now is only a
few short months later than the actual starting time with which my story
telling commences - with Billy on my lap, enjoying my gentle loving of him
and our professings together of our love - in that wondrous beginning. To
resume, back to that not far past beginning of it all ......

 "Daddy", Billy asked, "why does your lap start sticking up at me when you
kiss my neck like that?"