Date: Sun, 6 Dec 2009 15:23:05 -0800 (PST)
From: Noone Special <nonespecial@ymail.com>
Subject: Portraits of a boy chap 6

This chapter is a bit shorter than the others, but I figure I've
neglected these characters long enough.

The following vignette takes place roughly a year or so after Jimmy first
came to live with Doug.

As always, it is a work of complete fiction.

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	The hand slid under my oversized night-shirt, waking me up with
a bit of a start.  It was dark in my room, only a bit of moonlight
coming in from the windows, which cast the shadow of the intruder
over me.  A cold bullet of irrational fear jolted through my belly.
I jolted away and let out a little cry of fear.

	"Shh, Jimmy, it's just me," the man whispered.

	"Doug?" I half asked, half groaned.  We were both quite
fortunate that nothing had leaked out of me before I identified him.

	"I told you not to watch that scary movie," he admonished,
slowly sliding my shirt up and away.  Perhaps my fearful overreaction
did have something to do with the supposedly scary PG-13 movie.
After all, Doug had been sneaking into my room for weeks now; I
should be used to it by now.  Of course, he wouldn't have to sneak
into my room if he'd just let me sleep in his room like I'd been
begging him to almost since I came to live with him, even before he'd
finally surrendered to his carnal instincts.

	"I'm sleepy," I protested.  He bared my belly and buried his
face in it, his stubbly chin scratching my sensitive skin pleasantly
as he inhaled deeply.

	"It's okay, you don't have to do anything," he promised, his
words punctuated with sloppy kisses.  I couldn't help but giggle,
especially once he latched onto a nipple.  His hand slipped under my
waistband, gently fondling my miniature genitals in their white
cotton container.

	I just closed my eyes, moaning occasionally as he worked to
bring me pleasure.  He nipped and gummed on all the sensitive little
spots on my chest, spots that he'd been working long and hard to map.
I'd never known something could feel so good until that night he'd
'accidentally' put his tongue in my mouth during my bedtime kiss and
forgotten to take it out.  In my squirming ecstasy, I accidently
knocked Zimmy the Zebra off the bed.

	Tracing his way back down my increasingly damp abdomen, he
lifted my hips just enough to slide my underpants down to my knees.
His lips wrapped around my throbbing little erection.  The suction
they created could very well have lifted me right off the bed and
into the air.

	"Oh!" I cried, burying my finger's in the man's dark hair.  His
fingers were also keeping themselves quite busy.  He held me firmly
by my hips, controlling my involuntary thrusts and kneading the soft
flesh of my buttocks.  One of his fingertips found my virgin anus,
still clean and fresh from my bath, and began massaging the hidden
orifice.

	He readjusted me, spreading and lifting my legs over his
shoulders to give him better access to my perineum.  My little pecker
finally slipped out of his mouth with an audible "Pop" and a groan of
disappointment from me, but his tongue had no time to rest.  It
traveled south, washing my tiny testicles in their wrinkled pouch,
and then the skin hind them, and then--OH!  That's new!

	Lifting my legs even higher, until my butt was at least four
inches in the air, he pressed his tongue into me, wriggling and
pressing and delving into my innermost depths for the first time.  If
I hadn't been awake before, I certainly was now.

	"Oh! Oh!  Oh!   Oh!"  I panted.  The sensation was intense,
pleasurable and completely unprecedented.  Until now, the most he
dared was to rub a finger on the outskirts, this sudden spelunking
expedition had me dumbfounded.

	"Doug--oh!--what are you--oh god!--what are you doing?" I
finally managed, and he responded by flipping me over onto my belly
and diving even more vigorously into my behind.  He spread my cheeks
with his thumbs, pulling me into his face as his tongue finally
managed to penetrate as far as it possibly could.

	I was about as aroused as I could get.  My hips alternated
between trying to push back into him and trying to hump the bed
beneath me.  He seemed to sense a bit of my desperation and put two
of his fingers on masturbation duty.  He kept this up for what seemed
like hours, but finally his jaw could take no more and he lightened
up a little bit, taking his time to lick and lavish the soft skin of
my butt.  After it was good and wet, he flipped me back over and
resumed suckling on my little member.

	A finger returned to my anus and this time sought admission.
Thanks to his loving preparation, it entered without much pain, but
it felt so much different than his tongue had.  It delved deeper and
felt harder and sharper than his tongue had.

	I let out a little cry of surprise and my body became rigid and
spastic.  I humped desperately into my foster father's face as the
intense sensations washed over me.  Tears formed in my eyes, and I
finally collapsed.  He picked me up and sat on the bed with me in his
lap.

	"Well Jimmy, how was your first rimjob?" he asked, and I simply
looked at him in adoring astonishment.  I'd been amazed when he'd
given me my first orgasm, but I was simply floored by the fact that
he kept coming up with new and shockingly blissful ways to pleasure
me.

	He still hadn't taken his finger out of me, and it felt kinda
weird and distinct and good

	"Do you like having something up there?" he asked, wiggling the
digit just to make sure I knew what he was talking about.  I just
nodded and lolled my head against his chest.

	"There's something I've been wanting to do for a while, but I've
been afraid it might hurt you," he admitted, rubbing my back with his
free hand.  "It's called fucking.  It's when I put my penis up where
my finger is now."

	That certainly woke me up again.  His thingy was a heck of a lot
bigger and thicker than either his tongue or his finger.  I pulled
back and looked at him with disbelieving eyes.

	"I'm not going to do it now," he reassured, "and I won't do it
at all if you don't want me to, I promise.  We'll start by putting
smaller things in you, like my fingers, to get you ready for my
penis.  It'll take a long time to stretch you out enough so that I
can get it in without it hurting you, and if you decide you want to
stop, we will. I just wanted to start talking to you about it, okay?"

	Okay, I nodded, mostly because he expected me to.  I wasn't sure
if I was excited or not about him putting things in down there...but
then again his finger did feel kind of good, and his tongue had been
simply amazing.  And if Doug wanted to do it, then maybe it would be
kinda fun, most of the things he wanted to do were.  And besides, I
didn't have to worry about it at the moment.

	"I'm going to hump your legs now, okay?" he asked, and I just
giggled and nodded.  He set me back on the bed and lifted my legs in
the air by the edge, putting his cock between my thighs and pushing
them tightly together.  I just watched and giggled as he thrust back
and forth, his purple dickhead appearing and disappearing and
appearing again.  At first I made a game of it, trying to catch it
when it emerged, and Doug did nothing to dissuade me, but eventually
I lost interest and closed my eyes.

	I was just about to drift off when the first steamy sting
splattered under my chin.  I lifted my head just in time to get
nailed between the eyes with his second shot.  Giggling, I wiped my
face and licked my fingers.  I hadn't been crazy about the taste when
we'd first began our games, but Doug had been persistent in trying to
get me to swallow his loads, and there wasn't much I could refuse him
very long.  I still had my reservations about the salty drink, but
Doug loved watching me drink his special milk-shakes, and I loved
making Doug happy.

	Letting my legs drop to the sides, my caretaker assisted in my
cleaning by gathering as much of his semen as he could onto his
fingers and presenting them to me to lick clean.  When at last there
was nothing remaining but a salty sheen, he lifted me up and put me
in bed properly.  As he pulled the covers over my thin frame, he
leaned down to kiss me goodnight, but I turned to the side.

	"Your breath is stinky," I informed him with a giggle when I saw
his surprised and dejected expression.  The blatantly obvious
realization struck him, and he actually smacked his face with his
palm.

	"I'm going to go brush my teeth again," he promised.  "Can I get
a goodnight kiss after that?"

	"Nuh-uh, not unless you want to kiss my butt again," I teased,
rolling over and wagging the mentioned asset at him.

	"Don't tempt me, Jimmy" he admonished after a quick intake of
breath. "If you do, I'll be in here all night."

	I responded by wagging my butt at him again and giggling.  The
door shut behind him and I was left alone.  He probably came back in
as promised, but I was fast asleep by then.