Date: Sun, 25 Dec 2005 01:29:24 -0000
From: qpreen@basicisp.net
Subject: Me,my Billy,and Ours 3

It was several days before Billy and I resumed our sexual explorations
together. Not, I'm sure, because of any lack of mutual willingness or
desire, but simply because of the way life's schedules worked out. I really
am an almost frantically busy man, in spells. A highly successful young
lawyer and a volunteer political activist who is often called upon, and
this was one of my extra busy spells.

Billy, of course, could have walked into my bedroom and expressed a desire
any time after that night. We hadn't carried on any further that same
night,though, because it was getting late, I did have necessary evening
communications to make and handle, and little Billy had fallen asleep in my
arms after we rested awhile. Poor little tyke, he had had a rather
exhausting evening, even if a very lovely one, and it was quite a bit past
his normal bed time. So I had gently lifted and carried him into his own
room without awakening him, laid him down and covered him in his own nice
warm bed, skipping the normal night time oblutions that he normally made on
his own anyway, his room having its own nice bathroom and he having been
allowed and trained to do all those things without help whatever since only
slightly after turning four.

If he HAD walked into my room and made overtures,they would have happily
been fulfilled by me if at all possible in the schedule of things and, if
not, declined with the tenderest of careful explanations and assurances, so
that my little man could remain confident of my love and desires. The truth
is, so young, he probably was not yet fully confidant of that - the desires
part - after just our one time together, and so no doubt he was still a
little shy about

 Immediately after Lorrie's tragic death I had hired a good older woman, in
her mid sixtees, to be a live-in Nanny for Billy, and so he was completely
in her care during the week. Her name is Martha and Billy has told me he
likes her a lot and that she is fun and lets him (as I had instructed her))
go about on his own on the things I've told her were perfectly okay for him
to be doing on his own. I am very happy it is working out that way. Indeed
I am paying her well,so it should. I had investigated her thoroughly and
found she came very highly recommended and with years of experience.

So, although the sex I have earlier recounted was on a Wednesday, it was
not until Saturday, with me reliably home for the week-end, that Billy and
I had any real chance to get together. We met in the morning at the
breakfast table. Martha, of course, was also a preparer of meals for Billy
all week, and then for me, too, on the week-ends, to any extent I
requested. (During the week I mostly took my meals at restuarants or fast
foods on the run.) While we were waiting for Martha to serve up the
goodies, Billy had come and jumped into my lap. We were so happy to be
together again!

Billy stood up between my legs on the chair, then,bending his knees
slightly to enable it, he wrapped his little arms around me and whispered
into my ear "Daddy, can we do that yummy stuff together again today?"

That gave me a wonderful tingling. A sweet little thrill all through me.

"You BET we can, Billy" I spoke back breathlessly. "Today and tomorrow
too. You just wait and see!" And I gave his lovely behind a little pat,
even as Martha entered the breakfast room with our scrambled eggs and
bacon.

After we had eaten, I told Martha it was good and thanked her. Then I told
her she could take the rest of the week-end off if she wanted to, that she
didn't have to be back until late Sunday night. She thanked me warmly and
said that would be wonderful. That she really had been wanting to check in
at her own house for a day or so to make sure everything was alright there,
although a neighbor always picked up her newspapers, etc. and kept a
general eye open on the place. I of course was happy that she decided that
way, although had she stayed it would have been ok. She has everything she
needs in the quarters I have assigned her, so she needn't have wandered
into our territory except for the kitchen.

So even before I knew Martha to be out of the house, I had taken Billy by
the hand and we had climbed the stairs together. Me in front, him close
behind and whacking my bottom, giggling and piping,"yo, GO, horsie. Gidiyap
gidiyap"! At the top of the stairs I took him playfully by an earlobe, held
fast and led him giggling into my room, where I sat down on the bed and he
leaped right onto my lap and started hugging me for dear life.

 "I missed you so, Daddy. I am so happy it is the week-end now!"

"Me too, precious boy. I love you so!"

"I know you do, Daddy. Jus like me you"!

"Hey",I said. "Before we do anything, like undressing or anything, I wanna
teach you one thing and see if you like it, OK?"

He said ok, but to please hurry because he wanted to see my thingy again
and for us to do a lot of "stuff an all" again. I told him that what I'd
show him ought to make the "stuff an all" even that more better when we got
into it, but that we should see about this other right now and that if he
didn't enjoy what I was going to teach him, why then we didn't have to do
it, but that I hoped he would get to like it sooner or later.

 He said, "Do YOU like it, Daddy?" and I told him yes, terribly terribly
much I do, to which he responded that, well, he bet he would too,
then. "Let's teach me!" he grinned.

I started kissing him on the neck, like I had that first time together that
started it all. Even before I started, though, my cock was stiffening up,
just in anticipation. And I think his had already started to get hard too,
for the same reason. In fact I know it had, because I already could see
that location of his front was poking bigger than a little boy's ordinarily
would. He just started sighing and murmuring "oh yeah. Mmmm
Daddy. ooooooohhhh Daddy" as I kissed his neck.

Then I told him to pucker up so Daddy could give him a kiss. He knew how to
pucker up for a soft kiss on the lips from his mummie or daddy, so he
did. And I brought my lips softly to his, just like we had always done.

Except it was different now. Even before he could tell I was letting it
linger longer than we ever did before, it was different for him I could
tell. Hell, EVERYTHING was a little different in his innocent little boy
world now. So then after I let my lips linger on him for three or four
seconds, I could sense him start breathing faster, and our kiss became not
quite as soft. We both started pressing a little with our lips.

I took my lips away, and I whispered"Was that alright, Billy? Did you like
that?"

"Yeah. Let's do that some more!"

"Ok, I said, but this time you will feel Daddy's tongue come forward and
start pressing around on your sweet lips, and when you do, relax your lips
a little and let's see what happens, ok?"

"K".

I did start using my tongue after about five or six seconds of our next
kiss. Then he relaxed his sweet lips just enough for my tongue to wedge in
between them a way and partially enter his mouth. I felt his little red
tongue in there and started rubbing it with my own, and then curling my
tongue up to contact a little of the smooth top part of his mouth, just
behind his teeth.

 He was hooked. He LOVED French kissing. He threw his arms around me,
pulling me tighter, and our tongues started the mad incredible duel that
occurs in only the most passionate of love making. There was no mistaking
it. My little darling and I were having passionate sexual love together
right there as we were, fully clothed, nothing to be seen, only to be felt
and known! And although I had not so intended it, it got beyond me - my
cock throbbed and jumped in its orgasm and I erupted a mess right there in
my pants. Oh God!

I broke our passion kiss. I placed little loving kisses all over his face,
his closed eyes, and I told him softly in such short little gasps as I
could manage "Oh . . my precious little ... darling! You have .  . . made
your daddy squirt . . . that CUM stuff you learned about the other day
. . . right in his pants! Daddy couldn't hold back. He just COULDN'T!"

And all Billy could manage, meantime, was to just sob out as he struggled
to catch his breath. "Oh Daddy ....oh ....ooohhhhh ....DADDY!  I loved
. . .that sooooooooo ....oh DADDY!" And then he too was showering little
kisses all over my face, and throwing back his little head and glaring up
at the ceiling, all intermitently. He truly was in a complete paraxyism of
feeling and wonder!

I was too spent to do anything other than just rest for the moment, and he
seemed to understand. We went side by side on our backs, still breathing
heavily, and just lay there. I had taken his little hand and grasped it in
mine. And we just lay there. Lay there loving each other and feeling as
one, fully united through something so simple but tender as one little hand
enfolded by one much larger one. Just for some touch, some continuing,
unbroken contact. That's all we required. I suppose our eyes could have
done it even without the hands. Except we liked our eyes closed in rest in
this moment.

But our resting like that wasn't over-long. Billy of course had the near
immediate energy rebounding qualities of childhood, while I myself am still
a vigorous younger man whose libido is not long dormant under provacative
situations. Fairly soon it was, therefore, thatI lifted onto one elbow,
turned to him and commenced the glorious task of undressing my little
boy. And again I showed him my love for each clothing artical of his that I
removed, bringing it to my face to sniff and kiss in reverent awe of the
contact it had come from. He was delighted. He fully understood the love of
him that my actions denoted and he kept trailing little fingers lovingly
all around on me as I did all this to him, showing me his love was right
there also in our tryst, not less at all than was mine! It was clearly what
he was striving to show and what he felt!

When I had him completely naked, I started to bring my lips to his body,
but he immediately pushed me away, saying "No. No, Daddy. Now you. Roll
over on your back, Daddy, and let me undress you."

Unable to turn this down, I did as he instructed, wondering how he would go
about it, waiting to see. He got down on his knees between my thighs, his
back to me, and then he bent forward a little to unlace my shoes. In doing
this he obscured from my view his stiff little boy's cock, but it did leave
in view his little boysack that hung down just a trifle beneath. Well not
so much "hung down". just bunched there in a little tight gathering that
was visible to me, seeming like a little crinkly walnut nesting there just
beneath the curvatures of his gorgeous boy buttocks, which indeed appeared
to rest astride the little walnut. But I knew this would be just
illusion. My little boy had not truly sat down on his little ball sack. I
was simply glimpsing such portions of his naked child body as his action
permitted, and this included a little bit of most of his rear prospects,
including the two adorable smiles that comprised the left and right lower
deliniations of his exquisite bubble butt. God what a privileged
tantalizing sight this all was!

 My little boy! And all MINE! To do to as I might pleasure. Belonging to me
to whatever extent and in whatever way he might willingly wish and
temporally desire, but not a bit more than that. No, never, under any
circumstance, would he be asked or pressed for more! On that I was and am
resolved.

Anyway, to resume. - His actions would now and then cause him to hump his
little ass up, showing me the full vertical line of his crack, a line I
knew two thumbs could readily spread apart and therein discover luscious
treasures otherwise hidden. How my mouth watered as I thought on it,
thought on the ecstacies surely to come! Sooner or later . . . not now, but
sooner or later . . . every joy will be ours together. His and mine!

All too soon, it seemed, my shoes and socks were off me and he turned
around facing me to start the removal of my trousers. I assisted him in
this task, which would be too heavy for him without cooperation, and before
long we had me completely denuded. My underwear, too, removed, and my rigid
man cock pointing toward an east side of heaven. Unquiet, JUMPING in half
inch vascillations! He stared at it and gasped. Then he lay immediately
face down on me, pressed his eager little cocklet onto my monstrosity, and
started his trademarked rub rub rub scrunching, his to mine, arms around my
back, squeezing me tightly while he nevertheless raised his darling little
head to press his face now here, now there, as he licked and kissed all
over my chest.

 Meanwhile I placed my two large hands atop his wonderfull buttocks and
helped press him into me. Just enough pressure. Then I squeezed and kneeded
his darling plump cheeks, soon spreading them sufficiently for me to to
play a middle finger back and forth all along the full course of his boy
trench. I momentarily brought the finger back up to my mouth, sucked it
fully, getting it as saliva laden as I could (and, boy, I had a mouth full
of spittle by then), then brought it back to his trench, pressed it in a
little more securely this time and moved it about Not opening the anus yet,
but definitely getting it accustomed to my touch. Intermittently during all
this, he would cry out his ecstacy in sounds I cannot put down, but his joy
was apparent as he continued his own scrunching together of our cocks in a
fucking like fashion about which, I'm sure, he knew nothing
whatever. Indeed you don't have to know a thing about fucking . . .to fuck!

Our cocks grinding together,I asked him to lick and suck on my nipples and
he immediately started doing so. Ever more avidly. Until his hungry little
teeth were nibbling away, making a little boy's meal out of each one of
them. First one, then the other. Then back again on the first he feasted,
drenching them ever more in the spittle of his sweet wet little mouth. SO
warm! Ah indeed, I pictured my tortured nipples as brown-pink cherries atop
two cream puddings meant only for my adorable little son. Broad man
hillocks of living joy, gently rising and falling as does breath, belonging
only to him, to feast on howsoever he chose and forever! Nor was partaking
of me silent. Not even quiet. There were smacking and suctioning
sounds. There were his moans of pleasures spreading elsewhere all over and
through him, as his fucking of our cocks together was meanwhile continued.

Continued by him and answered by me. And my two hands on his rump, kneeding
and molding and working and prying and partially prodding it, all as was
meant for to be, continued their part in our marvelous symphony of man boy,
CHILD boy, sexual love! None witnessing could possibly have been other than
spellbound, totally enthralled, all judgement tendencies totally muted and
suspended in that moment.

Billy pushed his top portion up, as one performing a partial push up,
bringing his face up away from and off of my chest and nipples, and he
seemed to be doing this at MY willing, because I so wanted to look into the
eyes of my child just then, to READ his joy, to show him mine. And so we
gazed in rapture, each into the very soul of the other, burning an
indelible, incredible message and story.

Oh to look, to melt transfixed into the eyes of another. To see there and
know there the simultaneous reflection of your own total rapture and
wonder. To see every tingle of your body and heart and senses mirrored
there in the certain mutual sensations of him or her. To growl and to glare
as one simultaneously. To shout, to plead and to beg simultaneously. To
whimper simultaneously. To SCREAM simultaneously. To whisper
simultaneously. All done and made real only by the eyes, those silent
irrefutable testaments for ALL of the senses! To SEE all of this.  Right
THERE, beyond any possible doubt or question. In the locked, burning,
insistent gaze and stare of that incredibly necessary OTHER, that oh so
loved, that oh so necessary OTHER in any moment's finest, richest, fullest
ritual of life and living!

 Whoever, whatever age, sex or persuasion that chosen partner in bliss may
then be!

And with Billy and me, right then and there, in that union of our amazed
eyes, the moment had reached the apex beyond our controls, and our climaxes
rushed upon us as one! I could feel his hard little cock throb in its dry
explosion against mine. I could feel the hot gushers of me rushing out to
drench my little man. And I threw back my head and screamed, all but
drowning out his child's noises, the squeeky little groans, the brash,
shrill little screams! At last, then, still spurting, now weakly, I brought
my mouth down to his, and we kissed. We kissed, kissed, KISSED together in
one long passionate continuing testament to our love, unbroken for long
long wonderful minutes.

.  .  .  to be continued