Date: Fri, 12 Feb 2010 01:45:19 +0100 (CET)
From: hellg8angel@web.de
Subject: Little Orphan Sammy Part 2 by hellg8angel

Notes: After taking in all of your comments to my last story (good and bad
equally) this is what I came up with for Part 2.

I'm not apologizing for my sexual fantasies, as they are just that,
fantasies that I happen to write down. I do apologize though to anyone I
might have offended. That wasn't my intention in posting any of the "Little
Orphan Sammy" series.


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I walked into my house, already grinning like a fool. Finally, the weekend
had arrived and I'd have two whole days to spoil my little foster son
rotten. I couldn't wait.

"Sammy, I'm home!" I yelled at the top of my lungs, feeling giddy with
expectation at seeing him.

Only a moment later, I heard the sound of trampling feet running down the
stairs and before I could even hang up my coat, Sammy had flung himself
into my arms at full speed.

I oofed a bit, but picked him up to swing him around. At almost nine, he
wasn't a lightweight anymore, but he was still small enough to be easily
carried around. "Hey you," I murmured into his soft, sweet-smelling
hair. "Did you have a good day at school?"

He nodded eagerly. "We learned all about the Native Americans today. Did
you know that it's wrong to call them Indians?"

I grinned at his enthusiasm for all things school. It was hard to believe
that before coming to live with me, little Sammy had never gone to school
regularly, which was why he was now attending a special class to get him up
to speed. He was a very bright child though, and especially eager to catch
up, so he wouldn't have to go there for long.

"Yeah, I knew that, baby. Did you get something to eat?"

He nodded enthusiastically. "Maria made me fajitas. They were good. I ate
three whole ones! She called me a bottomless pit, but I told her that I had
a bottom and I even showed it to her and then she laughed out loud and gave
me ice-cream."

I hummed appreciatively and made a mental note to reward my godsend of a
housekeeper with a bonus for taking such good care of my little foster son.

As I cradled him in my arms, I once again thanked the gods for granting me
this wonderful gift. There wasn't a day that went by that I didn't feel
like having the little tyke in my home was the best thing to ever happen to
me.

Overwhelmed by feeling, I hugged Sammy even tighter to me. Humoring me, the
small boy hugged me back, content with being held. Kissing his head, I
whispered into his ear: "I love you, baby, so much."

He beamed at me, pressing a resounding kiss on my mouth. "I love you too,
Uncle Mike," he then answered seriously, looking into my eyes with a somber
gaze. I felt a wave of guilt flood me as I thought about the way I'd taken
him that very first time.

I'd been overwhelmed by his proximity, and had taken forcefully what I now
knew he'd give me willingly. I was still working on making that up to him,
despite the fact that he had already forgiven me.

He had become my lover, willingly so, and to my astonishment, he seemed to
crave gentle lovemaking and hard fucking alike, depending on his frame of
mind. Regardless of his young age, he knew exactly how to get what he
wanted from me, and most of the time we were on the same page anyway.

Absently, I moved my hands to cup his tiny ass-cheeks, every globe fitting
perfectly into my hands.

And just like that, my mood changed. It wasn't always that I needed Sammy
like this, but today had been tough and I'd been frustrated for most of the
week. Sensing from his compliancy that he was more than willing, I let my
hands wander down to touch his little balls through his pants.

He shuddered a bit and his eyes half-closed. "Do you need me?" he whispered
and nothing had ever sounded more erotic to me.

"I always need you," I answered just as silently.

He smiled and pressed his face against my neck. "Then take me."

Moaning out loud at that, I lowered him a bit and began to move his
jeans-clad crotch over my own. I'd been half-hard since coming home and his
warm pliant body felt like heaven against my throbbing cock.

"Ah, baby," I said softly, feeling my arousal grow. "I missed you so
much. I hate being away from you."

He clutched at me, the desperation with which he met my movements being his
non-verbal answer. I carefully walked into the living room and sat down in
our favorite cuddle chair. It was overstuffed and big enough to accommodate
us both comfortably.

Sammy immediately knew what I was going for. His little face lit up in
genuine anticipation and as he looked up at me with an impish smile, he
quickly opened my pants. I felt my breath quicken as his small hand reached
inside my boxers without hesitation.

Sammy had learned a lot during the year he'd now stayed with me, and most
of those things had to do with how to get me hot. His small fingers found
my hard cock immediately. I'd already leaked a bit and he cleverly gathered
up the sticky fluid to rub it all over my hardness.

It felt so good, just the feel of his deliberate movements and his warm
body on top of mine. Impulsively, I kissed him deeply, sucking at his
willing little tongue. He gave a small moan and doubled his ministrations,
making me groan out loud against his lips.

"Oh, yeah, baby, just like that," I murmured softly, thrusting up against
his hand. "Unh, fu-uck, so good..."

He smiled at me, clearly pleased with himself. "Uncle Mike?" he asked
softly, still manipulating my throbbing cock in a distracting way.

"Huh? Uhuh?" I managed to groan, words deserting me as his thumb rubbed
maddeningly slow over the sensitive point on the underside of my
cock-head. It felt so, so good. He'd learned to do that all on his own,
just by watching my reactions. I loved how focused he was when he pleasured
me.

Sammy shifted a little, his as of yet unoccupied left hand wandering down
to my balls. He took them between his fingers gently, rolling them around
like marbles.

I groaned happily and a spurt of pre-come burst over his fingers, clearly
showing my appreciation.

Sammy giggled at that, but never ceased his movements. I was just about to
remind him that he'd wanted to ask a question, when he glanced at me from
lowered lashes. "If I asked you to do something," he asked softly. "Would
you do it?"

I looked at him, shy as he suddenly was, and about melted. In that moment,
he could have gotten anything from me.

"Yes, baby," I answered finally, in a husky voice I barely recognized as my
own. "Of course. I'd do anything for you, I hope you know that."

He smiled, genuinely pleased with my answer. "Yeah, I do know. So..."

I waited, a bit concerned now to what I'd just agreed. We didn't have the
room for a pony and I didn't think that I could get him a Space Shuttle
either.

I was more than a little surprised (and turned on as all hell) when the
words that came out of his mouth were: "So, will you fuck me then? Please?"

He timed the "Please" to a good hard squeeze of my cock and I arched into
him. "Yes," I moaned out breathlessly. "Ah, I want that too, baby, so
much."

"Alright!" he crowed, instantly hopping off me. I must have stared at him
in bewilderment a bit too long, as he then stemmed his hands in his hips
indignantly and frowned at me. "Are you coming, Uncle Mike?"

I snorted in laughter, deeply amused by his cuteness. "Not yet, baby, not
yet."

Sammy rolled his eyes at me, not impressed by my lame attempt at humor. He
instead opted to take my hand and pull me up from the chair. My cock hung
free, bouncing as I moved and I could see the way his gaze was riveted by
it.

Grabbing hold of it, he gave it another squeeze and then began to tug on it
carefully, urging me to walk with him. I chuckled, following him
willingly. I was literally being lead by my cock and I didn't mind it one
bit.

To my surprise, Sammy opted for his own room. Usually, we only did this in
mine, but he'd clearly prepared for this. There was lube on his nightstand
and some towels lying nearby. Pressing me down to sit on the bed, he made
short work of his clothes.

His eagerness was turning me on greatly. Never taking my eyes off his lithe
form, I got rid of my dress-shirt and shed my already opened pants along
with the underwear. As I bent down to take off my socks, a very naked Sammy
suddenly kneeled before me.

"Can I?"

I nodded silently, biting back a gasp as he so very gently peeled them off
me, laying them aside carefully. Task accomplished he then shuffled forward
still on his knees and, without preamble, Sammy opened his mouth and took
my cock inside.

"Ah," I gasped as his agile tongue licked me all over, pressing into my
piss-slit wonderfully. He couldn't take more than half of my length into
his mouth, but I didn't mind, as he more than made up for that by twisting
his small hands around the base of my cock, rubbing and squeezing it
rhythmically.

I leaned forward a bit, burrowing both my hands in his thick, wavy hair. I
gently moved his head back and forward a bit, directing him to move this
way and that. It was heady stuff, watching this small boy kneel before me,
sucking my cock like a lollipop, lips spread obscenely round my girth.

When he hollowed out his cheeks to create a vacuum, I keened a bit, barely
holding back from thrusting down his throat. But I knew that there'd be no
turning back if I did, and Sammy had another opening that awaited me
eagerly.

Reluctantly I pulled him off, relishing his slight pout. I urged him up,
man-handling him to stand between my legs. His hand immediately latched
onto my cock, which was wet from his spit and more than ready for action.

I reached for the lube, spritzing a generous amount on my fingers and
reached around him to rub them sensuously between my little lover's perky
ass-cheeks. His hole was twitching under my touch and Sammy couldn't hold
back a slight moan as my index finger slowly breached the tight muscles.

I stopped in surprise at what I felt then. "Did you play with yourself
again?" I demanded, playfully stern.

He giggled, nodding. "You were gone a long time."

I gently slapped one ass-cheek, making him squeak and jump a bit. "So,
you're ready for me, baby?"

"Always," he vowed, sounding more serious than I'd ever heard him.  Unable
to hold back any longer, I picked him up and threw him onto the bed
playfully. He screeched with laughter, even while he arranged himself in
his favorite position for me to take him - on his back, legs almost by his
ears. He was nimble, my little lover, a fact that came in handy often
during our love-games.

Watching him through lidded eyes, I slathered myself with lube and moved in
position. As the tip of my cock touched his little hole for the fist time,
Sammy moaned deep in his throat, all playfulness vanishing.

Slowly I pressed inward. He was relaxed and even though it was always a
tight fit, I had no problems bottoming out in him.

"Uh," I gasped, still awed by the way he was able to take me like
that. ãYeah, fuck! So good... Uh. Yesss..."

I moaned, a bit incoherent with pleasure already. My cock felt like it was
going to combust as I moved in Sammy's little hole, going harder and deeper
every time He was still so freaking tight, even after over a year of my
stretching him.

The small boy was moving restlessly beneath me. This was my favorite way to
fuck - it felt like my cock was going up his throat it went so deep inside
him.

ãAh, Sammy," I groaned out, starting to lunge into him more deeply. ãYou're
so beautiful like this, so hot...unh..."

Smiling at the praise, Sammy let his small hand wander down to where my
cock was now being rhythmically swallowed up by his body. I shuddered in
intensified lust at the touch of his tiny fingers squeezing the base of my
cock.

"Yeah, touch me, baby. God, it feels so good. You're so good at this, so
good, unh, you know what I need, ah, fu-uck..." I panted harshly, every jab
of my hard cock into his tiny ass stimulating the length of it like a hot
vice. "Does it feel good to you too, baby, huh?"

"Yeah," my little foster son moaned breathlessly. I believed him. By now,
he was raising his hips to meet my deep thrusts, directing my strokes to
work over his sweet spot. "'s good, feels good, Uncle Mike. It's so b-big
i-ins-side me. Ah! Uh...Unh....Uh!"

Looking down, I saw his little boy-cock straining upwards, as hard as it
could be. These spontaneous erections had started a couple of months ago,
but they only ever came while I was fucking him.

Drawing back a little I ignored his protesting noise and got my legs under
me. I moved carefully as to not dislodge me from my little lover's hot ass,
until I could kneel between his wide-spread legs.

"P-please, Uncle M-mike," Sammy whimpered, one hand reaching for his hard
little cock, rubbing it frantically. I grinned at the sight. His short
fingers were wrapped tightly around the small cocklet, moving the foreskin
back and forth rapidly.

He was straining toward that intense feeling signaling his orgasm, but I
knew that it was in vain. Sammy only ever came when my hard cock stimulated
his prostate enough, which happened only during that special kind of hard
fucking I gave when I was close to coming myself.

His ministrations made the muscles in his ass tighten rhythmically around
me though, and for a moment, I was distracted by the waves of pleasure
crashing over me.

"Ah! Fuck, Sammy! Yeah-ah-ah uh," I moaned, snapping my cock into him a
couple of times purely on reflex. He whimpered happily, which quickly
changed into a mewl of dismay as I stopped moving altogether.

I didn't give him time to form words of protest. Grabbing his upper thighs,
I moved his hips up in the air, so that only his shoulders and head touched
the bed. I spread him wide, manipulating his limbs to my liking.

Sammy was breathing in short gasps now, wide eyes dilated in extreme but
futile arousal. He was beautiful like this, even more so than in the
beginning, now that he was full of an innocent sexual need that only I
could fulfill.

I stared down at him, suddenly unsure of how long I could keep this up. I
was oozing pre-cum into him constantly and sparks of pure pleasure raced
though my cock, making my balls twitch and contract.

I tried to calm down a bit to pace myself, but the muscle-contractions
seemed to center around my sensitive glans now, massaging and squeezing
them like little fingers, drawing moan after moan out of me.

Slicked up by the copious amount of pre-cum I'd already let out, the tight
heat of Sammy's little fuck-hole became paradise. It felt as if a dozen
tiny tongues were licking down the length of me, dabbing deep into my piss
slit and pressing hard on my over-sensitive frenulum.

"Uh," I huffed, moving to get more of that intense feeling. Yes! There it
was, the place deep within Sammy that seemed to be designed just for my
pleasure. "Gah-hah! Fuck, yeah!" I stabbed into him in tiny increments, his
small muscles moving around my dick-head as if someone was directing them.

I gasped at a particular hard squeeze, feeling my cock swell inside my
young lover. He felt it too, as simultaneously Sammy tried to move back on
me, to shove my cock deeper into his body.

"Is that what you want, huh, baby?" I growled. "Me fucking you hard?"

He panted out little whines as my rock-hard cock dug inside him repeatedly
in search of that one, wonderful angle of bliss. When suddenly my cock
seemed to slip into him impossibly deeper, and Sammy let out a small squeal
of pure delight, I knew I'd found it.

I tightened my hold on Sammy's legs, keeping him in place with my strength.

I almost shouted in primal need when he bucked hard onto my cock, trying to
stimulate his prostate all by himself. "Ah, ah, p-please! Please, right
th-there," the small boy panted, sounding delirious with lust.

Drawing back almost all the way, I granted his wish. Slamming into him with
all my might, I concurrently moved his hips back into me hard.

At that, Sammy's little mouth opened in a silent scream and his whole body
went rigid. I let out a roar and with almost mindless abandon I began to
hammer his small hole. In and out I went, harder and harder, scrubbing my
cock all over his prostate and as deep into him as I could.

The faster I went, the louder my little lover's squeals grew. It was as if
my whole being was centered inside my cock, every sexual feeling I'd had
tonight cumulating to a crescendo that would rock me into space.

"Ah! Ah! Unh, unh, uh!" Sammy's little screams spurred me on and I pounded
his prostate over and over, feeling him tighten unmistakably. He was going
to come, his little cock quivering uselessly, not yet able to spurt.

Ramming him onto me harder and deeper than ever before, I felt my balls
contract almost painfully, as my glans were rubbed by the little nub that
gave my Sammy so much delight.

"Ah, huh, huh, I'm gonna come," I babbled without thinking, my strokes now
shallower as I pressed deep into the tight ass, staying inside. "Ah yeah,
ah, unh, fu-uck. Sammy, so good, uh, fuck."

"Uncle Mike, ye-ah, uh, uh, UH! UH! Uh-uh-ahhhhhhhh!"

Not quite there, there was a sudden feeling of increased tightness and then
Sammy let out a shout of rare sexual pleasure. I had to hold him tight as
his whole body bucked against me as the orgasm overwhelmed his young mind.

I couldn't hold back. I lunged my cock into him, feeling my balls slap
against his ass hard enough to bruise and that was the final straw. Howling
in pleasure so intense that it robbed my breath, I placed my seed deep into
him, shooting volleys of hot come into my almost unconscious lover, seeding
him like I wanted to impregnate him.

Again, and again, and again I felt my balls contract, sending wave after
wave of ecstasy through my erupting cock. Even after the immediate peak was
over, I still stabbed into Sammy repeatedly in tiny echoes of our fucking.

Panting like a racehorse, I couldn't stop moving inside him. He wasn't as
tight as before, but little aftershocks of his orgasm wandered through his
hot chute, making it the perfect place to massage the last of my enormous
come out of my balls.

Still shuddering now and then, Sammy was totally limp otherwise, fucked out
and only half-awake. Regretfully feeling my soft cock slip from his hole, I
let him sink to the bed gently. I then grabbed one of the towels and placed
it directly beneath his hips. He was too loose now to hold the huge load
inside that I'd blasted him with, and I didn't want him to have to sleep in
a wet spot.

Sammy was mostly unresponsive and looked to be asleep, only the slight
smile on his face testament to the bliss he'd just experienced. Unable to
resist the temptation, I pressed a hand to his loose hole, dipping two
fingers past the unresisting ring of muscle.

Moving them slightly, I felt around inside him. He was slick with my
release. Softly at first, then with ever-increasing pressure, I massaged
Sammy's over-worked prostate. He twitched at the feeling, full-body
twitches that made him come awake slowly to pure pleasure.

When finally his gaze met mine, I leaned over him, never ceasing what I was
doing. He began to pant, the feeling almost too much for him. I held him
there for a while, at this point where you either stop altogether or go all
the way again, listening to his small moans, delighting in the involuntary
movements of his hips.

Eventually though I stopped, gentling my little lover with soft kisses to
his sex-flushed face. As I laid down beside him, Sammy curled into me,
almost trying to get into my skin he was so close. He was always like that
after he'd come and I found it adorable.

"Sammy, there's something I wanted to tell you," I said softly, when his
breathing had normalized and his hands weren't clutching at me quite so
hard.

Something in my voice must have scared him, because he froze
completely. "Y-You..." He stuttered, fear making his voice almost
inaudible. "You're n-not g-gonna send me a-away, are y-you?"

"What?" I gaped, shocked to the core by this. Reacting on pure instinct, I
grabbed my little lover and pulled him up onto me, cradling him against my
chest like a newborn. "No. No, no, no. Of course not, baby," I crooned,
hushing his panicked breathing by stroking his back gently.

"It couldn't be farer from the truth, Sammy," I said finally, when the fear
had receded and I had his attention again. "I went to see Bill today and he
had a very special paper for me."

At that, Sammy looked up to meet my smiling gaze, blue eyes still brimming
with unshed tears. "A-a paper?" he whispered and I could see that he didn't
dare to hope.

"Yes, a paper. Any idea what I'm talking about?"

He nodded shyly and mouthed something, but he didn't seem to be able to
form the actual words. I grinned happily at him and nodded. It was then
that the tears finally fell, and with a sob, Sammy threw himself into my
arms.

"Shhh," I murmured, holding him tightly. "It's gonna be okay, baby. You're
really mine now and no-one can take you away ever again. You're my son,
Sammy, and I couldn't wish for a better one."

I held him for a long time and when the storm had finally passed, Sammy
looked at me. My heart was full to bursting with love for this brave boy,
but only his next words made the moment perfect.

"I love you. Dad."