Date: Fri, 30 Dec 2005 05:38:16 -0000
From: qpreen@basicisp.net
Subject: Me,my Billy,and ours 8

BILLY and ME ...ALONE!

So then the very day of the telephone conversation with Jan and Jim, that
evening, then, Billy and I had our first bedroom session together since
when he and Robbie had witnessed the wonderful fuck I gave to Jim. I sure
was wondering what effect that demonstration had had on the two little
boys.

We went through the usual undressing joys and then Billy and I were just
there naked on my bed and I was doing some preliminary licking on his
little body, his nipples, his tummy, his sweet boy genitals. And he
likewise on mine. But neither of us had taken a cock or cocklet full into
our mouths. We were just toying around, when Billy said

"Daddy? Will you do some of that stuff to me you did to Unk Jim?"

"Sweetheart", I answered, "depends upon what you mean by "some". It'll be a
while before Daddy will truly FUCK you, dear. But we can do a lot other
than that.

"You mean like you won't stick your cock way deep in me like you did to Unk
Jim"

"Yep. Your just a little too little for that yet. You're still just a
little little boy and your hole isn't big enough for all of Daddy quite
yet."

"Awe", he sounded a little disappointed but there seemed to be a vague
relief in his voice too. "Well, maybe. It DID look like it might hurt a
lot."

"Yep. I'm afraid it would. So we won't go that far. ....". "Daddy's willing
you feel just a LITTLE pain for the pleasure that follows, but not a real
much LOTTA pain. No WAY!"

"Thanks Daddy. I love you."

"You just BETTER!"

"Daddy. Would you eat me like you did Jim? I bet that felt awful good!"

"Roll over, precious", my mouth watered, "roll over on your tummy for
Daddy."

He rolled over dutifully and lay there just waiting. While I just took in
that gorgeous sight for a moment or two. Then I could wait no longer. I
began showering little kisses and sniffings upon his creamy round
globes. Then I worked them apart and dropped my face lovingly into there
between them and began to nibble and suck tentatively, not real real deeply
at first. But he squealed and himself kind of pushed his crack up more
tightly to my face so that soon my mouth opened and I was eating his lovely
hole for all I was worth, my own moans starting to pervade the room, my
cock raging. RAGING!

His taste was of the essence. Every mild, sweet little boy tartness and
essence! How delicious it was! Oh how I loved it! Oh how I loved him! - I
managed somehow, I don't know how I was able to manage it, but somehow I
did. I managed to tame myself, calm myself down just a little, so that I
could relax to the meal and just continue to munch away on him, in him
there, just as one leisurely chews on his favorite food, salivating it all
through his mouth, swallowing a taste, then salivating around another fresh
developing taste to swallow down, all in the delight one has in eating a
favorite dish. Dear little ass hole. Precious little open pucker
now. Awwwwww. Awwwwwww. Awwwwwwwwww. It is so GOOD. I could eat him like
that forever!

As for Billy, he was one continuous whimper. I had gotten him settled down
like I was settled down - into one patient long meld of human pleasure and
joy. I lifted my mouth away briefly. I gently rolled him over on his
back. By his ankles I urged his spread little legs back up towards himself,
saying "drop your legs back around me now, dear, over Daddy's
shoulders. Look into Daddy's eyes now, as he goes back to eating you,
sweetheart, but lifts his eyes upward to yours, so that we can mirror our
love back and forth to each other."

And he did. And I did. And I recommenced my gorging upon his tasty boy
hole, but only after first quickly giving his little balls and cocklet one
loving wet gulp.

Our eyes enmeshed, pure heavenly tortured joy was mirrored each to the
other. The feast continued for a long long time. Always there were his
little whimpering, whining sounds. Mine too. And intermittently the simple
gasped out word "DADDY! DADDY!"

Until at last I began to ease it all down a little. Yes, slowly I had
enabled us both to reach a plateau of sheer, unhurried, satisfying
enjoyment. Continuing contentment. No rush to climax. No climax NEEDED, for
I had managed for us, for this particular stage of the night, to perfect
and reach a wonderful valley of Kareeza. Such that we could desist for a
while now. Separate entirely and justlay there together resting. Which is
what we did.

 Mad gushing climaxes were to come in this night still, yes! But there was
no urge toward them right now. They could occur in more vigorously PHYSICAL
exertions than those we just finished. They could wait awhile. No one would
bother us. Martha would not. She was in her quarters and had no need of
us. We were alone. The whole night was ours!

So next, after we had just laid there about a half hour. Relaxed. Holding
hands, we watched the evening news together a while. Billy is not bored by
TV news. He is interested in all the world and enjoys keeping informed on
what is going on. Within the not altogether narrow limits of his five year
old's understanding, of course.

Then we both agreed it was time for more "sex stuff", Billy always calls
it.

"Daddy", he asked, "when WILL you do me like you did Jim? You know, FUCK me
I mean."

"Billy", I admonished, "you well know Daddy told you that would be a few
years down the line yet."

"Yeah, I know. But can't you a LITTLE bit fuck me? Like maybe just a LITTLE
bit, so's I can have some idea?"

I chuckled. The darn little rascal. Not too all dumb, IS he?, I
reflected. And "Well I guess we could 'a little bit' fuck you if you
want. But, hey, remember kiddo, you ASKED for it, then. Right? You sorta
been TEASIN for it, right?"

"Yep", he grinned. "So what should I do? Let's go."

"Just roll over on your tummy like a while ago, sweetheart. Daddy's first
gotta lube you up all good again. Daddy's gonna have to do some of that
eatin you hate so much again, poor little tyke", I smiled.

He giggled happily and wasted no time getting on his tummy. And I went
about the happy task I will never tire of if I live to be a HUNDRED! Soon I
had his little hole all sloppy wet once more. Then I told him " Honey, turn
your head sideways now, but stay comfortable. And open your sweet mouth. I
need to slide my cock a ways into it a while, let you slobber on it for a
minute or two. Get it all nice and slimy and smooth from your spittle,
sweetheart, OK?"

"Oh wow, GROOVY! ok Daddy."

He did as told, and then after he had sucked on me a while, I drew out,
kissed his cheek and then brought my oh so ready dick down to touch his wet
butt hole, then just rubbed it's tip about lightly for a while there. It
was my intention in this partial butt fucking of my little tyke to see if
we could manage just the head of my thing inside of him, no more than
that. But if we could, just only that much ought to give him a taste, a
conception of what being fucked might feel like, I figured. See if he liked
it any.

Even THAT we worked at pretty hard and patiently. His little hole was SO
tight. It kept throbbing on me, it seemed like, as we tried, once and
again. Finally it was all up inside him, all of the tip of it, I mean, and
I could feel his ring then clamp back tightly around my dick head, and by
then he was whimpering softly in obvious enjoyment.

"Oh YA! YA Daddy. .  .  . this is WONDERFUL.  .... FUCK me Daddy! Push it
in farther Daddy. Oooooooh FARTHER!"

There was no way. I just was not about to. I wanted to, of course I
did. And I knew it could be done a ways more without, maybe, really extreme
pain to him. But then I also knew that reach could not be too far off where
it would really be terrible for him. And I just hadn't it in me to do that
to my little boy, even for a moment, even for ALL his urgings.

Come to think of it, I guess it wouldn't have been possible anyway,
because, by god, I suddenly could stand it no longer, and beyond any real
warning to me or control, I was suddenly spurting heavy jolts of cum into
my precious Billy! Shallow as my penetration had been, of course, great
tides of it gushered back on out upon the two of us! We were almost
slippery in it. As I heaved and panted for breath, my Billy toned down a
bit, strangely seeming satisfied.

"Oh Dad", he murmured, "That was so groovy. I loved it. I wanted you in
farther, but Aww God! It was swell anyway. THANKS! I love bein fucked!"

I was glad he had liked it, but HMPF! That "oh Dad" business. Don't know
about that. I wasn't sure I liked that very much. Is there something about
being fucked even a little bit by a big man that makes a little boy feel
all grown up and like a man himself? I don't think I go for that. I want my
little boy's mostly "Daddy" for quite a few years yet. (But I know even now
I can't do much about the sands of time. There will come that first when
little Billy will be embarrassed to call me Daddy in front of his
friends. It'll have to be just plain "Dad" when that time comes, I supposed
gloomily.)

Of course in this "near fuck" I had given to my little boy, he had not
thereby had the experience of true, full penetration fucking. I had been
unwilling to even attempt to give him that, for some years to come,
according to my ideas on the matter at this time. Still, I wondered if this
was quite fair to him. Children are fully sexual individuals, no less than
adults, and I realized they were just as capable of intense joy through
fucking as anyone else, given its practice with a reasonable minimum of
pain. But the whole thing presented no real puzzle, I quickly
understood. The answer was simply in kiddies fucking each OTHER! Their
little tools were not likely to cause one another more pain than the worth
in it. I deemed it my task, that night, to teach BILLY how to be the fucker
so that he could bring some savvy and less clumsiness to his and Robbie's
first ventures together, ventures which, from my exposure to Billy's
eagerness with ME,I well knew were surely imminent.

So, the next thing that bed session, after we had just chatted a while
again, I asked him if he thought he would like to try HIM fucking his
daddy, and of course he was all eager for that. He clapped his little hands
in excitement. So I rolled over on my stomach and told him "OK, Billy. Now
Daddy will pry his ass open for you, but other times and with other people,
like Robbie for instance, you may need to do some of that yourself with
YOUR hands, you follow?"

"Sure", he answered.

Small as he was, I didn't know how much of his little pecker he could
actually get past my beginnings and truly into me, but I did know that no
lubrication was needed for my sake - he couldn't possibly cause me much
pain. So I determined not to bother with any jelly or anything, but just to
see if he could manage to start a penetration without it. If not, I could
grease us both up with some ky.

But I was in for one horrendous and lovely surprise! When he placed himself
with his knees there between mine, the first thing I felt were my own hands
being edged out of the way and him, my Billy, placing little kisses and
licks all around on my buttocks. I think you can imagine how delightful
this was for me, if even for no other reason than the idea itself. The idea
that my boy WANTED to kiss my butt like that. I was in heaven. And I lay
there quietly, leaving things wholly in his control for the moment,
wondering how long he would enjoy doing this to me. Evidently, and this I
really COULDN'T contemplate, though, (my mind had not traveled that far)his
thinking was in terms of truly mimicking the things I had done to HIM.

I was early to find that affirmed. His daddy had charted the way and he was
determined to follow it. Soon Billy was himself prying MY cheeks apart and
his warm dear little tongue was licking MY crack. And he LIKED it! I could
tell that he liked it Because he pried me open still more and then I could
feel all the movements and urgencies of an open mouth that is ravenous in
its hunger and excitement. I recognized it all so well. How always does MY
mouth reach that state when it is feasting on its prize!

Little Billy was eating his daddy and LOVING it! It was so apparent. And so
indescribably incredible and lovely. I didn't shoot, but I was sobbing. I
was bawling softly, but fully - like a baby. Tears were rolling down my
cheeks.

He spent a long time at this. He didn't seem in any great hurry to fuck me
right now. He was just lost in his happiness over what he was doing. Once
in a while he took his mouth off me long enough to say "I love to do this
to you Daddy" or "I love you Daddy" or yet "Daddy, you TASTE so good!" God!
Was I anywhere, anywhere at all but in pure Heaven?

He accumulated strength in his tongue. He was actually able to force my
sphincter open and force his little tongue into it. And he tongue fucked
me! If he was insistent enough to do THAT, he'd manage to get his rigid
little cocklet in there, I knew he would. My little boy was gonna FUCK me
tonight. I was sure of it. Hell, I knew him to have about the length of my
little finger - and at least the thickness of my middle one - and THESE
would be enough for his Daddy to know that he was there!

Actually, that's what happened and how it was! After about twenty minutes
of orally fucking me, Billy was ready and eager to fuck me for real. And he
needed no coaching, no guidance from me whatever. He simply forced his hot
little two and a half inch boy prod right into me and gave me one hell of
a,if a rather brief fucking! (By my standards.) I scrooched my face around
enough to see his face tilted up to the ceiling, head thrown back. I felt
his little balls, even, slap against and then in some motions scrooge
around enough to RUB against mine - YES! he pushed himself hard enough into
me to manage THAT - incredible!

And then at one point he lowered his upper torso down and stretched himself
out enough to bite around on my neck and ears. Real bites. Not hard enough
to injure, but enough to be felt, you bet, while still continuing the
pounding into my man hole. Then back to the head thrown back, face aiming
at the ceiling.

It was a full twenty minutes of fucking he gave me, by my guess. Then
suddenly I could feel it. I could feel his cock taking those usual, greatly
increased throbs that betoken "here it CUMS", and he spasamed and spasmed
repeatedly, all the while screaming out almost at the top of his young
lungs. He was having a powerful dry orgasm the likes of which no one could
have told me a child could have. But he DID! And I, right at that time,
also got over the cliff, shooting a tremendous load onto the sheets
beneath. The second load from my belabored balls in a span of not greatly
over an hour!

That was all the sex Billy and I had that night. We had a restful,
uneventful long sleep together for the rest of the night. And then it was
morning, time for me to get up, eat a little breakfast and send myself out
for a busy day, leaving Billy for that day, then, in the care of his fine
nanny, Martha.

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I am not quite decided, yet, about what the next installment shall be. The
point of doubt is as to whether to attempt to make a story installment out
of such episodes as Billy and little Robbie have alone together (they have
already had several, even at this writing). It is rather a puzzling
problem. It is only that first time when I spied on them, unbeknownst to
Robbie, that I am likely to be witness to their trysts without being
entirely free to enter right into things WITH them. Thus, while I know
quite well what stuff has gone on between the two little boys, what trials
and errors, what advances into their young sexualities they have made, yet
still I was not there myself and I find it a little weird and dishonest to
presume to present those sessions in story telling fashion. How CAN I so
do? I can't. I wasn't THERE. I'm convinced of it.

 On the other hand, those trysts they have had together, and will have
together, are fascinating, and yes, titillating besides. Believe me, I
KNOW. From hearing the essence of what was done in most of them, direct
from my Billy, yet indeed without the discrete selection and dramatization
that an adult story teller can render to make things alive and real to a
reader. Still, in Billy's telling about those sessions to ME, there was
ample realness and affect, just in the hearing of it, coming from the lips
of my enthusiastic little darling.

While I think and hope Billy has base talent for writing and will prove to
be a capable writer in due time, let's face it, he could not yet possibly
spin a tale adequate for Nifty archiving. Heck, while he can read some
already - I have already taught him to read reasonably well - he can by no
means fully nor well read as grown ups do. In reading a newspaper he can
only imperfectly absorb the material, getting maybe the gist of lots of it,
but certainly not the unprinted nuances and interpretations. Between the
lines is hardly an art he has to this point developed.

So, much as I'd like, I cannot just have Billy himself put in story form
the things he and Robbie do. It would be hopelessly too disorganized for
readers to follow or enjoy, and of course Nifty would not possibly accept
it for publication anyway.

What I resolve I shall do, then, in brief installments as become
appropriate, and in undramatized style, is just keep the reader up to date
as to how Robbie and Billy are advancing alone together. These updates will
be, though in a somewhat different way, similar in substantive inclusions
to the three-way telephone conversation reportage already familiar to my
readers.

Great and advancing sex will continue, of course, and be recounted in story
installments, of the many, many episodes the little rascals will continue
to enjoy with us adults. There will be no change in all that. And this way,
it is believed, my readers will be the more prepared for and the less
incredulous of many of the new activities into which the little zealots
will join with their adult cohorts in what might otherwise seem puzzling
expertness and know how.