Date: Thu, 04 Feb 2010 09:41:26 +0100
From: hellg8angel@web.de
Subject: Little Orphan Sammy by hellg8angel

Notes: This is PURELY fictional, guys. Feedback is much appreciated, flames
will be laughed at and discarded.

Enjoy!



It was a stormy night. Icy raindrops fell in torrents out of the gray sky,
driving everyone inside. I'd just barely made it home without getting
soaked and was just about to close the door behind me in relief, when I
heard a tiny voice.

"Please, sir. Do you have some spare change for me?"

Surprised, I turned around. On my doorstep stood a tiny boy. He was dressed
in a tattered blue sweater and the dirtiest pair of jeans I'd ever seen.
With no real protection against the weather, he was wet to the bone.

The shivering boy was about the most pitiful creature you can imagine, and
still, with wide blue eyes and a pointy face, he was strangely beautiful.
He didn't seem to be older than eight, and I couldn't help but wonder what
a child that young was doing all alone on the streets.

"Hey there," I answered belatedly, crouching down a little. "What's your
name, small stuff? Don't you have to be at home?"

Staring up at me, I could almost see him trying to gauge my sincerity.
"Um," he whispered finally. "My name is Sammy."

I smiled at him and held out my hand. "Hi Sammy, it's nice to meet you. I'm
Mike."

He tentatively smiled back and even took my hand and shook it softly.
Holding his gaze, I gestured towards my warm and inviting home. "Why don't
you come inside, Sammy? We can call your mum and I'll make you a nice cup
of cocoa while we wait for her to pick you up. Sound good?"

I could see the longing in his innocent eyes at my words. But then he shook
his head. "I don't have a mum. There's nobody you can call. Please, some
change?"

My heart just about broke. "So you're alone? And you live on the streets?"

He nodded. In that instant, I made a decision. Giving him ample time to
pull away, I grasped the little boys arm and tugged him into my home. "Come
on, Sammy. I won't have you outside in this kind of weather any longer. How
about a nice hot shower and then something to eat, huh? Pizza sound okay?"

Even before I'd finished speaking, I found myself with an armful of small
boy. "Thank you, Mr. Mike," Sammy mumbled against my neck. I couldn't
believe it. He felt so good in my arms, even soaking wet as he was. I
pulled myself away reluctantly and made short process of getting the boy
into the bathroom. After handing him a few towels I left him to his
devices.

To distract myself from the fact that a young boy was currently naked in my
shower, I busied myself with searching through my drawers for something for
him to wear. I was in luck, as I found an old Pajama my nephew had left the
last time he'd visited. It would hang on Sammy's lithe frame, but at least
he'd be able to walk in it without stumbling.

I left the Pajamas before the bathroom door, resisting the urge to peek
inside and had just finished ordering dinner when I heard a noise behind
me. As I looked at Sammy, I couldn't believe that the vision before me was
the same boy I'd rescued off my doorstep. His light brown hair fell in
gentle waves around his now-clean face and without the dirt to distract
from them, his eyes seemed to be even bigger. He was the most beautiful
child I'd ever seen.

"Hey, small stuff," I said softly. I couldn't take my eyes off him. "Did
you find everything okay?"

"Yes, thank you," he answered politely. He seemed to consider something,
and when he'd obviously made a decision, he started to walk towards me. I
felt my breath quicken, as once again he threw his arms around me. Without
thinking I picked him up and cuddled the small child in my arms
protectively.

"Everything's going to be alright, Sammy," I murmured soothingly. "I'll
take care of you."

Sammy stayed in my arms the whole evening, even when I went to make hot
cocoa for both of us, or when I got the door for the pizza. He devoured his
half while holding on to my hand, sitting on my lap. I thought it was
adorable.

After dinner we decided on watching "Toy Story", and still Sammy wouldn't
move from my lap. Every now and then he'd stare up at me in silent thanks,
it seemed like he couldn't believe how nice I was to him. We cuddled on the
couch during the entire movie.

Feeling the little boy laugh and squirm at the toys antics was both joy and
torture for me. I had been half-hard since that first hug and wanted
nothing more than to take care of my frustration. But Sammy never let me
out of his sight, so I endured.

By the end of the movie, the little boy snuggled on my lap was already half
asleep. He was moving every now and then in his dream-like state and every
time he did so, his tiny butt would rub against my crotch in sweet torture.

I realized with sudden clarity that having a young boy on my lap was
exactly what I wanted, even though I'd long denied my needs. Now, I
couldn't help it, this was just too good a moment to pass up on. Shaking
with nerves, I nonetheless began to caress his leg, stroking up and down
slowly. When there was no negative reaction to that, I got bolder. I rubbed
my hand over his little chest, right over hard nipples I could feel through
the thin cotton.

Shuddering with arousal and the knowledge that I was about to do something
I'd never dared before, I let my hand wander lower.

My breath came in sharp gasps as I slowly rubbed the front of little
Sammy's pants. He stirred softly and I stopped instantly, ceasing all
movement. But then the little boy relaxed again and after a long moment I
resumed the motion, stroking the small bulge softly. After a while of this,
I felt his little body relax deeper into me. His mouth opened and he let
out little huffs of breath.

This was turning me on so much I couldn't have stopped even if I'd wanted
to. I'd never before given in the primal instinct to touch a small boy in
this manner, even though I'd felt it during my whole life. The rush of
doing so now made me dizzy with lust.

Feeling a bit high and more than a little careless from the emotions
rushing through me, I finally slid my hand inside his pants. I knew he
wasn't wearing underwear as he didn't have any. The tiny cocklet didn't
even stir as I cupped it in my palm, weighing it gently. Sammy obviously
was a late bloomer and it'd be a while before he'd even begin to have
sexual feelings of his own.

For some strange reason, that knowledge turned me on like nothing before.
Barely holding back a deep moan, I had to fight the urge to strip the
little boy right there and have my way with him.

"Fuck," I breathed, overwhelmed and a bit frightened by my urges.

As I looked down, Sammy's beautiful blue eyes were open and he gazed at me
sleepily. "Mr. Mike?" he murmured. "Are you alright?"

I cleared my throat, suddenly very nervous. After all, I still had my hand
on the boys cock. "Yeah," I stammered. "Yeah, I'm fine Sammy. Did you have
a good nap?"

He nodded and stretched a bit. As he did, he seemed to notice what was
going on between his legs for the first time.

"Oh," he said softly, glancing at my face, before looking down again. "That
feels nice. I like that."

I couldn't believe my luck. "And I like doing it for you, Sammy. Very much
so." To prove my point, I continued gently moving my hand on his small
cock, all the while trying not to be too obvious about my own erection. It
was straining against my pants and surely he could feel it against his
bottom.

As if in answer to my thoughts, Sammy reached behind and under him. Without
comment he began to rub my cock the same way I did his. I couldn't hold
back a moan at the feeling of his small fingers rubbing up and down on my
hard-on.

Sammy looked up at the sound. "Is it alright for me to do that?"

"Yes," I said breathlessly. "It sure is, baby."

He grinned and moved a little on my lap, pushing his hips upward slightly.
I gasped and felt my cock surge in desperate arousal. "Oh, Sammy," I
whispered, using the position of my hands to move his small body more
strongly against my cock. "Unh, that feels so good, but I shouldn't..."

"Why not?" he asked innocently, not protesting my manhandling him to
satisfy my sexual urges. "If it feels good, then I want you to do
it. You've been so good to me tonight."

I took a shaky breath. This was my one and only chance. "And I want to take
care of you for a lot longer, Sammy. Do you want that?"

He nodded vigorously.

"Enough to do things for me, even strange things?" I asked softly, a bit
afraid of the answer.

The nod came after a tiny pause, but it was a sincere one and I could see
that little Sammy was prepared to do a lot for me. My cock jumped again and
I felt it spurt pre-come in a sort of mini-orgasm.  "Unh," I groaned,
turned on more than ever before in my life. When Sammy tightened his grip
on my cock and accidentally rubbed over the sensitive head, I jerked and
suddenly I couldn't take it anymore.

With quick movements, I grabbed him and got off the couch. "You're gonna
sleep in my bed tonight, Sammy, alright?"

He looked up at me with big eyes and a smile. "I'd like that. I hate
sleeping alone."

When we got upstairs, I already knew what I was about to do. My cock was
rock-hard and aching with need. I dumped Sammy on the bed gently, facedown.
Sam oomphed at the impact and giggled at the same time. I loved the sound
and took the time to tickle him to hear it again.

"Baby, I'm gonna take off your PJ's now. I want to look at you, to check
you over."

He swallowed at my words, but then gave a small nod. "Okay," he agreed
softly.

I made short work of his clothes and when he was finally naked in front of
me, I had to hold myself back from grabbing him then and there. He was
beautiful. With pale skin, thin but lightly muscled arms and the cutest
little cocklet, he was the epitome of pre-pubescent beauty.

Pulling the unresisting boy to me, I rubbed my hands all over his soft
skin. Finally, I softly massaged his crotch and slowly let my fingers
wander lower. There it was, the pinpoint of my desire.

His small asshole was pink and completely hairless. I shuddered in need as
I rubbed one finger against it. I moaned lustfully and another spurt of
pre-come burst forth.

Already I was too far gone to stop. I knew what I needed and I was gonna
take it. I kneeled behind the silent boy and got the Vaseline from my
nightstand. I scoped up a glob of the stuff with two fingers.

Before I could think about what I was doing, I'd rammed them upside the
little boys tiny hole without any preparation! I heard Sammy's startled
shout, saw him trying to clamber up to his hands and knees to ease the
pain, but that only drove him deeper onto my fingers.

He whimpered with every movement, but made no real attempt to get away from
me and that told me all I needed to know. Whatever I wanted to do to him,
the boy was mine.

"Yeah," I moaned, already close just from that. "Yeah, baby, take it. Fuck,
you're so tight."

"It hurts," Sammy stammered between little sobs. "Mr. Mike, unh, it hurts,
please stop."

Something in his voice brought me back from the brink of madness and I
slowed the frantic fucking of my fingers, even though I didn't remove
them. "Just relax," I murmured instead, gentling my voice to the point of
crooning. "It will feel good, I promise. This is what you need to do for
me, yeah? To show me how grateful you are."

I could already feel him calm down, my words like a blanket for his rising
panic. "Okay," he breathed. "For you."

Slowly, I resumed the fucking, bending my fingers a little while doing so
in search of that little knob inside him. As I found it, I could feel his
whole body react.  "Uh!" he moaned in surprised pleasure. "Mr... Mike. Ah!
That feels...unh....unh...Unh!...so good."

I stroked his little prostate and even fumbled around his body to feel his
little cock. It was as soft as ever, but still there was no denying the
pleasure Sammy was feeling. He was moaning constantly, mumbling words of
encouragement in between.

"Told you so," I mumbled. I was as hard as I'd ever been and I wouldn't be
able to hold on for much longer. I stopped my ministrations, ignoring his
breathy protests and turned him around. His little pixie face was flushed
and his small boy-chest heaved with every breath.

"Why'd you stop?" he said softly, a bit embarrassed at being stared at,
naked as he was.

I smiled at him and without comment I slipped my fingers inside him again.
He squeaked and his beautiful eyes closed in extreme pleasure.  "Unh.
Yeah.  Unh, unh, please" he mumbled, actually moving his hips to get my
fingers deeper into him.

"You like this, don't you, baby? Me, moving inside you, giving you
pleasure?"

He nodded frantically and I actually had to squeeze the base of my cock to
keep from coming.

I was nearing the end of my rope rapidly and I decided to go the final
step. "You do, baby, you love me doing this to you, I can feel it," I
crooned. "But there's so much more, Sammy, so much more pleasure. Wanna
feel it, baby, huh? It's gonna feel so good, I promise."

"Yes, please, more," he answered, not really knowing what he was agreeing
to. But I was beyond caring.

With one hand I resumed rubbing his prostate while with the other I quickly
got my cock out of the boxerbriefs I was wearing. I was rock-hard and
leaking pre-come all over the place. I stifled a groan as the reality of
what I was about to do came to me and just about kept from coming again. In
one swift move I slathered my over-sensitive cock with Vaseline.

"Alright, baby, I'm going in now. Remember to relax." With those words I
removed my hand from his ass and grabbed his little hips. I spread his legs
wide and pulled him up on my lap, maneuvering his tiny legs to both sides
of my hips. The position gave me full control and he was practically unable
to move.

Sammy's eyes were suddenly wide open and his mouth formed an "oh" of
protest as he finally caught on to what I was doing. But it was too late. I
was at the perfect angle to slip my hard cock into him. His little hole
looked almost virginal, despite the finger-fucking I'd just given him.

Moaning deep in my throat, I pressed my cock against the puckered ring of
his ass. The tight muscles resisted my entry, but I didn't stop and as soon
as my cockhead slipped past the outer ring, I was in heaven.

It felt better than anything I'd ever done before, like every pleasure I'd
ever felt put together. His small ass was as tight as a vice and it felt
like his inner muscles were squeezing me in a thousand places at
once. Every spot on my cockhead was being massaged by what felt like tiny,
hot fingers.

"Oh, sweet Lord," I bit out, trying to stay still with all my might. "So
tight... Unh, fuck, baby, yeah!"

Sammy looked up at me. There were tears of pain in his eyes and his little
hands had grabbed the duvet tightly. "D-does... does it f-feel g-good,
Mr. M-mike?" he asked in a trembling voice.

"Oh, yes-s-s," I hissed, barely able to speak. "It's so, so good, you're so
good, baby..."

"T-then I l-like it, too," the little boy lied bravely through his tears.
When I began to move in the tiniest increments, he glanced at the point of
our connection before quickly squeezing his eyes shut. He was clearly
freaked out by the sight.

I however had no problem watching my length disappear inside Sammy's tight,
soft heat. With small shoves, I moved deeper and deeper into the velvet
vice, the tightness still increasing with every inch.

"Unh! Yes, finally!" I growled loudly when I was finally fully seated
inside him. It amazed me that I could even fit all the way. I wasn't huge,
but Sammy was small for his age and a virgin to boot.

 "You're being so good, baby," I moaned, mindlessly stroking his soft
belly. He was shaking and silent tears ran down his cheeks.

I really wanted to wait for him to adjust to my girth but I couldn't help
myself. I pulled back and plunged into Sammy as hard and fast as I could
that first time. Sammy's body convulsed and shook around me and little
choking sobs escaped his parted lips now and again.

I felt my eyes roll back right before I closed them. This was paradise.
Tight, warm, wet paradise. Already this small boy was more important than
anything to me. Not just because he was beautiful and polite and so damn
needy, but mostly because he let me fuck him like this, even though it must
hurt him like hell.

I looked down at Sammy as he whimpered and cried. There had been something
about him from the first moment I'd seen him and I was positive that I'd
never take another lover in my life. With that realization, the need to
move overwhelmed me like a tidal wave.

With frantic jabs of my hips, I started to fuck him hard. I pulled almost
all the way out before slamming back in hard and quick. My hips snapped
against his little ass sharply and I was sure that he'd have bruises after
this.

"Unh, unh, unh," I gasped in sheer pleasure. Nothing had ever come close to
this.

Underneath me, as his entire little body shook with my thrusts, Sammy's
pained sounds started to become words. "Ow, unh, unh, p-please, pleas-se,
not, not so h-hard!" he gasped, finally finding the strength to talk and
bring his hands up to push them against my chest.

Startled back to reality, I said: "Oh, baby, I'm so sorry," and slowed my
movements, albeit with difficulty. I couldn't bear to stop altogether, but
I came down on top of him and kissed his red little cheeks before giving
him a long affectionate kiss on the lips. "You're so incredible, baby, I
just couldn't help myself," I admitted huskily, still snapping back and
forward from time to time.

"I-it feels good...just slower, okay?" Sammy asked, clearly lying again. He
wrapped his little arms around my shoulders and I just about melted.

"Alright, small stuff," I said and just like Sammy wanted I slowly started
rocking my hips back and forth, gentler this time. I moved my cock inside
him slightly. Maybe I could even get him to like this.

Only a moment later, Sammy suddenly went rigid. I smiled when Sammy
puckered his lips and let out a little mewl. He arched into me and held on
tight with his arms. "Unh, unh, M-Mr. M-Mike...," he whimpered and I could
feel Sammy's arms tighten around me.

"That feel good?" I asked gently, going a little faster.

"Yes! Unh!" Sammy moaned.

"Good?" I asked again, as my sensitive cock-head rubbed against the little
nub deep in his ass.

But the small boy was beyond words. He started bucking against me, driving
my cock even deeper inside him. I loved the noise my thighs made when they
smacked against his tiny ass.

"You're so good, baby," I moaned. "So damn hot and tight." I thrust in
harder and faster, wanting to hear Sammy scream.

"Unh!" Sammy put his head back and squealed. Each thrust of my cock inside
him seemed to burn along sensitive nerve endings and made him forget the
pain.

"Yeah! Unh! Oh, Sammy, so tight, " I groaned, looking down at him.

"Ahhhh!" Suddenly, Sammy's scream reached a new pitch. His little cock was
as soft as ever, and still I could feel him tightening around me in a
mock-orgasm. "W-what is t-that? Ahh! Ah!"  He sounded surprised and a
little scared.

"That's an orgasm, baby," I answered quickly. I was close myself and it was
gonna be a huge one. "So close," I moaned, unable to hold back.  I jerked
involuntarily when Sammy tightened even more around me.

"Ah! Fuck, you're gonna squeeze my dick off, baby!" I growled, ramming
inside him again and again in quick, hard jabs

"Ah, y-yes!" Sammy moaned, arching up. "Mr. M-Mike, ahhh!"

Almost bucking himself off me, Sammy went rigid in my arms. I grabbed his
small waist and moving him bodily I rammed him onto my pole, faster and
faster. That familiar tingle started deep in my belly and it just felt so
damn good.

"Unh, fuck! Yeah! FUCK, SAMMY!" I screamed my little lovers name as I
rammed deep inside him one last time. My balls contracted and I felt wave
after wave of hot sperm travel up my over-sensitive cock and shoot deep
inside him. Again and again I felt the quivers in my cock, mindlessly
moaning with each one. By then, Sammy was a rag doll in my arms, totally
limp.

Finally I shuddered one last time, and, still buried deep inside him, I
collapsed to the bed, rolling us to the side. "Oh, baby, thank you so
much," I crooned, caressing my small lovers flushed pixie face. He was
looking at me with huge eyes, but there was a smile on his face. "You're so
good, Sammy. Noone's ever been this good, never..." My ability to speak
left me. I realized that I'd been ruined for anyone else by this point and
that I couldn't bear the thought of Sammy leaving.

"So I did good, Mr. Mike?" he asked quietly, after a moment of silence. "I
want to be good for you, so that maybe I can stay with you? Please, I'll be
no trouble and do chores and you could do this-" he gestured towards our
still-joined bodies "-some more, yes?"

"Oh, baby," I whispered, overwhelmed with love for this brave little boy.
"I'd want nothing more than that."

As a huge smile lit up my little lover's face and he pressed himself
against me in a tight snuggle, I was already thinking about how to get him
adopted as soon as possible.