Date: Fri, 18 Nov 2005 20:40:53 +0000 (GMT)
From: Peter Wilson <henleypark70@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Doctors Son Chapter 2

After the first chapter I was excited to receive a huge pack of emails with
positive comments. Many included tales of personal events of past days and
I thank each of those wonderful people for tasking the time and effort to
contact me.


Chapter 2


Tristan was still asleep when I entered the `pleasure room' with my parcel
of ten rolls of film. Naked with a half hard cock he was the picture of
absolute beauty. A sight I craved in all my dreams and fantasies.

As well as the film I had taken time to purchase some, what I called `young
boy food'. There was a tub of ice cream, some meat and fruit pies, and
fruit as well as orange and peach juice. There was also a packet of
chocolate coated breakfast cereal and some strawberry flavoured milk.

I undressed again as my cock was ready for a second session with the young
Adonis lying before me. I lay beside him and brought my hand over his body,
rubbing his little ringed tits and under developed tummy. He kissed me on
the cheek and his arm grabbed me with a passionate feeling.

"I love you daddy. I love you so much and you make me feel so good." He
kissed me again and then his little hand found my big stiffened cock and he
started to masturbate me, dragging the foreskin over my pre-cum coated
knob. Then for the first time since he sat in my car he opened his eyes. He
looked at me and smiled. And I melted.

"Your not my daddy?" he questioned in a soft sweet voice, but continued to
rub has little hand over my foreskin and cock head.

"But I like you. You have made me feel so good and I like that. You have a
bigger one than my daddy, and you have skin on yours. His, like mine, has
been cut off. Why have you still got yours?" it was a peculiar question
from a little large cocked naked boy now resident in my `pleasure room'.

"Oh, my parents never thought it necessary," I answered, as he continued to
masturbate me.

My hand now moved to encircle his huge cock and he shifted a bit to allow
me easier access to his now stiff monster.

"Can we do it all again?" he asked, giving me a shock as to whether he was
awake when I fucked him an hour and a half before.

"Where you awake Tristan when I filled you with my juice?" I asked.

"No, but I could feel you inside me and I love to have my tube filled," he
answered, and then added, "how do you know my name?"

I wondered what I should tell him now. It was a quandary I didn't need, and
it took me a few seconds to formulate an answer.

"Your father has been looking for you, and I met him at the shopping area,"
I truthfully answered.

"I hope you didn't mind me asking you to drive me home, but I wasn't
feeling very well. I had just had a rather nasty man fill me up and I
needed a nice man to look after me. I saw that you were nice, and I like
your car too."

"But you made out you were asleep?" I asked with a degree of sternness in
my voice.

"Oh, I wasn't asleep. I was under hypnosis. You see my daddy has hypnotized
me so that when I feel like having my body filled with man tube, I go into
a trance, and it makes me do some interesting things with other men. It
happens more times now.

Did my daddy give you his telephone number?"

"Yes," I told him and he smiled.

"He probably knew I had gone with you. He knows the type of man I love."

"Please fill me again, if you can," he requested as he continued to rub his
fingers over and along my leaking hard cock.

He rolled onto his back and raised his legs.

"Will you lube me, like before? I liked that. It really felt lovely, and
made me feel very satisfied."

As I got myself ready to fuck him again, I asked him how old he was and he
told me with delight that he was just twelve, castigating me for not
realizing his age.

I didn't bother to say anything about his monster cock and balls.

More lube was applied to my cock and his small opening and soon my knob
broke through his slippery muscles and the fucking began, slowly at first
but then increasing and decreasing as I found untold pleasure in him.

"Oh, that is so lovely please make me deliver my boy milk. Please push
harder and touch my inner point. Please."

Further inside the boy I pushed and his head again started to thrash from
side to side and then his body started to buck and he arched up and I knew
he was about to climax, so I punched hard and then raised my body from him
to watch his cock flex and spurt long cloudy strings of cum right up over
his face and into his beautiful hair. He pumped out more semen that a
horse, with a continuous stream of juice coating his beautiful body.

I paused and then I started to fuck him harder and soon the exciting
pleasure drove from my balls right up through my large cock and spurted out
into his tunnel. I too pumped more than I felt I had ever done previously.

My lips now sucked his body devouring every drop of his boy fluid. It was
the best taste of boy cum I had ever had.

Together we hugged and wrapped ourselves in each other and then drifted off
into a deep sleep, exhausted and supremely happy.

I dreamt about what his father would be thinking now, and whether he would
appreciate me fucking his twelve year old son. I sensed that he would
approve, but I was still apprehensive about his attitude.

Chapter 3 to follow soon.

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