Date: Fri, 23 May 2008 18:37:08 -0300
From: Jonathan K <jkstoryteller@hotmail.com>
Subject: Take Good Care of My Boy - part 2

All rights reserved by the author. (c) 2008

Please send feedback. This is my first story.

I got some great responses to Part 1 and they really inspired me to keep
going with the story, so thank you all for taking the time to write. Part 3
should follow eventually, but I want to continue developing the plot, which
is harder than writing sex scenes. So please be patient.

DISCLAIMER: The story contains graphic descriptions of sexual acts between
adult and underaged males. Do not read if it is illegal for you to do
so. This is a complete fiction. None of this is real or linked to any
actual events or persons, living or dead. If you can't tell the difference
between fantasy and reality, please stop reading now. Otherwise, enjoy.

"TAKE GOOD CARE OF MY BOY" - Part 2
by Jonathan K

I was lying in bed with a beautiful naked little boy pressed against my
body, as we both recovered from the intense orgasms we had just experienced
together. My mind was unable to process what had just happened. This was a
moment of pure, post-orgasmic bliss, and no outside thought was allowed to
intrude. I must have dozed off, though only for a brief moment. When I came
back to my senses, the first thing I became aware of was the stickiness
between us. My cum hadn't completely dried yet, and it was all over the boy
and me. What a mess! I hadn't cum this much since I was eighteen.

I leaned over and grabbed the box of tissues that was on the bedside
table. I used several tissues, trying to clean as much of the gooey stuff
from myself and the boy's body as I could, but this clearly wasn't very
effective. So much for that shower I'd taken earlier this morning, I
thought.

The boy looked a little bit grossed out by all this, and I couldn't really
blame him. He seemed to have enjoyed everything we had just done together,
but now that it was over, he was probably feeling uncomfortable being
covered in cum.

"Why is your pee so sticky," he asked. "Mine doesn't feel this way." It
just occurred to me at that point that he probably didn't understand what
this was or why it came out of my penis. The full impact of what had just
happened then dawned on me. I had just blown a load all over a prepubescent
boy!

"It's not pee," I said. "It's called semen, although people usually call it
cum. Grown men produce this stuff when they get really excited, like I just
did."

"Oh," he said. He still looked puzzled.

"Remember that feeling you had earlier while I was playing with your
penis?"

"Yeah," he said, smiling coyly. "It felt good."

"Yes, it did, didn't it? Well, remember how you thought you were going to
pee when the feeling became really intense?"

"Uh-huh."

"That's called an orgasm," I said. "If you'd been old enough to produce
sperm, then it would have shot out of your penis at that point, just like
it did out of mine when I came."

"When you came?"

"Yeah, it's called cumming. To cum means to have an orgasm."

"So... it felt good, when the sperm came out?"

"Yes. It felt really good. In fact, that was one of the best orgasms I ever
had in my life. That's because you made me very excited." He thought about
this for a moment. He probably had a lot of other questions, but we'd have
to discuss them later. "Let's go to the washroom and get cleaned up," I
said.

As we walked over to the washroom, both of us still completely naked, I let
him walk ahead of me and admired his cute little butt, with its two perfect
round cheeks. It occurred to me that I had not paid enough attention to
that part of his body earlier this morning. But then I tried to dismiss
these thoughts when I felt my dick starting to come to life again. One
thing at a time, I thought. First we'll clean up, and then I'll figure out
what to do next. We hadn't even had breakfast, yet.

"All right," I said. "What's the best way to do this?" I picked up a
washcloth from the shelf and considered just getting it wet and then
washing the boy with it, but it would probably be simpler if I just ran a
bath and put him in it. So I went over to the tub and adjusted the
temperature. Once it was comfortable, I told the boy to get in. He sat in
the water and once the tub was full enough I turned off the faucet.

"Do you wanna wash yourself, or would you like me to do it?" I asked.

"You can do it," he replied.

"All right." I picked up the soap bar and sat on the edge of the tub. I
started soaping up his back and shoulders, then his arms. This was another
opportunity for me to explore his wonderful young body, and I had to
concentrate on the task of washing him, so as not to get too distracted by
letting my hands wander where they were not supposed to go. I made him put
lift his arms so I could wash his arm pits. He looks unbelievably cute with
his arms up and I admired those sexy little arm pits, with a perfectly
smooth little cavity. My cock was definitely waking up. I thought about
Homer Simpson telling himself to "think unsexy thoughts" in that episode
where he's gets tempted to sleep with another woman, but I looked at the
boy in front of me and realized that trying to think unsexy thoughts while
washing my cum off of such a perfect, cute little creature as this was
futile.

So I resigned myself to the task and finished washing his upper body, then
used the washcloth to rinse off the soap. Meanwhile, my cock continue to
grow slowly and was now half-hard. I then made him stand up so I could wash
the lower part of his body. I started at the bottom of his legs, making my
way up to his thighs and eventually to that mid-section I'd been avoiding,
knowing that once I got there it would be near impossible for me to focus
on anything else. But at last it was time to take care of that special
region.

I made him turn so that his back was facing me, then I started rubbing the
soap bar over his ass cheeks. Before long, his ass was covered with foam,
so I put down the soap and started rinsing it off with the washcloth. As I
caressed his cheeks with the cloth, I couldn't help squeezing them a little
to feel how firm they were. I then slid the cloth along his crack a few
times, obviously spending more time there than was necessary.

"Bend over a little," I said. He complied, bending forward and resting his
hands on his knees. Using both hands, I spread his cheeks gently and
revealed the perfect little pink flower that was his asshole. I kept his
cheeks spread open with my left hand, and with my right hand used the cloth
to clean his little asshole thoroughly. Then, unable to resist, I put the
cloth down and started rubbing his hole with my index finger directly,
pressing gently on it and caressing it in a circular motion. He moaned
softly as I continued doing this for some time.

Needless to say, by this point, my cock was fully hard again. I made him
stand up straight again and turn around, revealing his perfect little
three-inch uncut cock, pointing straight up as I'd expected. Using the
cloth again, I gently washed his scrotum and then moved up his small shaft
and started rubbing it slowly. I kept doing this for maybe half a minute,
transfixed by the repetitive movement and the sound of his accelerating
breathing. Then I pushed back the foreskin carefully, all the way back, and
started washing the head of his cock thoroughly. As I continued rubbing his
glans, the sensation must have been getting really intense because he
started squirming a little, so I let go of his cock and allowed him to
catch his breath.

"I think that's about as clean as you could ever get," I said. He stood
there panting for a moment. It was obvious he wanted more. I still had
myself to clean up, though, so I got inside the tub with him. I sat down at
one end of the tub and quickly washed all the dried cum from my chest and
stomach, while he stood here waiting. As he watched me wash up, his hand
found its way to his penis as if subconsciously and he gave it a few
squeezes. For a moment, I thought he was going to masturbate right in front
of me, but either that never occurred to him or he was too shy to do
it. When I had washed off all the dried cum, I couldn't resist him any
longer.

"Come closer," I said, spreading my legs a bit so he could walk between
them. As he approached, I put both my hands on his ass and pulled him up
real close to me. His cock was now right in front of my face. Still
squeezing his ass in my hands, I gave his dick a long, slow lick, starting
at the base and moving all the way up to the head. His cock twitched a
little and he gasped when he felt my tongue on his dick, which he probably
didn't expect. Then I took the head of his cock inside my mouth and I
rubbed my tongue against it, twirling it in every direction, which caused
him to start moaning again in that sexy little voice of his. I slid my lips
down the whole length of his shaft and all the way back up, then repeated
the motion over and over.

I moved my hands from his butt to his hips and started guiding him into a
humping motion to the rhythm of my sucking. He eventually got the hint and
started fucking my mouth on his own. I moved one hand down to my cock and
jerked myself off as I sucked on his young cock. His moaning became louder
and wilder as he abandoned himself to his precociously triggered animal
instincts. I continued pumping my cock madly, while letting my other hand
slide back to his ass, squeezing it a few times. Then my fingers found his
ass crack and slid all the way down to his hole, which I tickled lightly
with my middle finger. When I did so, he yelled out:

"Oh! Oh! I think I'm going to cum!" And he was right! He stopped humping my
faced, grabbed the back of my head with both hands, shoved his cock all the
way in and nearly screamed as his cock started pulsing wildly inside my
mouth. Feeling his cock spasming inside of me triggered my own orgasm. I
shot my second load of the day right into the bath water,

When we were both done cumming, I took my mouth off his cock, pulled his
face down to meet mine and gave him a long kiss, twirling my tongue against
his. Then I looked him straight in the eyes and said:

"You are an incredibly sexy little boy. I don't understand what brought you
into my life, but you can stay with me for as long as you want!" He smiled,
and then gave me a hug.

This was without a doubt the most amazing day of my life. And we hadn't
even had breakfast yet!