Date: Thu, 23 Oct 2008 19:04:58 -0400
From: You Knowme <cbw_23@hotmail.com>
Subject: Myer's Family Part 4

Part IV
	I wondered what Brad was experiencing as Campbell led me into the
dark room.  He sat down in the center of the large area rug and invited me
to join him.  I sat, folding my legs, next to the boy of seven, who was
proudly displaying his rock hard dick through the soft fabric of the toga.
"David's a good milker, huh?"  He smiled proudly and imitated the motions
by moving his wide-open mouth forward and back in a sucking motion.  "I'm
pretty good too, you know."  He yanked at my robe, trying to get my
attention as he stood and lifted his robe enough so I could get a good view
of the tender boy flesh of his legs.
	I noticed a box that was sitting on the dresser.  I reached for it
and laid it down in front of me, examining the inside as I peeled back the
box.  I couldn't help but look up and try to see up Campbell's robe, even
though I had already seen the boy in all his naked glory, there was
something about being alone with him, having the opportunity to touch him
without any disturbance that made me really horny.  He was so beautiful, so
hot, with his slender legs and soft, pale thighs.
	"Oh!  We have to play!  Let's play!" Campbell shouted as soon as he
saw I was opening the box.  Inside was a myriad of homemade cards, each one
with different instructions on them.  There was also a big board that went
along with the cards.  After reading some of the cards and laying out the
board game, I realized it was a truth or dare game that mimicked Trivial
Pursuit.
	"Will you teach me how to play?" I asked and Campbell giggled.
	"It's really easy Mr. Myer!" he said.
	"Call me Brad!"  I smiled and relaxed, realizing I would have an
opportunity in that room I would maybe never have again: a willing, horny
seven-year-old, eager to suck my cock.
	"You move up the mountain on the board.  When you get to a colored
spot you have to choose a card.  Then, you read the card and say what it
tells you to say and what to do."  He paused and I smiled.  I was pleased
to no end.
	"Is that all?  No more rules?"
	"Only one.  You can only pass once.  Oh," he continued, "when you
get a white card, you can choose what to do next.  "Trust me, Mr. Myer,
it's real fun!"
	I rolled the dice first.  I landed on a yellow space, drawing a
yellow card at random. I lifted it to my face in the candlelight and read
carefully.  "Reveal a secret to your partner" it said.  I turned to face
Campbell who awaited anxiously.
	I geared up to answer the question.  I chose an answer to which I
thought Campbell could relate.  "When I was your age, caught me and my
brother french kissing."  I thought it was a pretty hefty secret, but
Campbell didn't agree.
	"That's it?"  He didn't mean to insult me in his response, he was
merely surprised.  And why wouldn't he be?  At the same age he had already
sucked dick.  "Okay, my turn."  He rolled the dice and landed on a blue
square.  Then, he picked his card and read it aloud.  "Gently massage your
partner."  Then, he yelped with excitement.
	Instructing me to lay face down on the floor, he climbed up on me.
I could feel his hard, little rod poking into my back.  He rubbed my
shoulders and back slowly and my entire body lit up with ecstasy.  I closed
my eyes and took in the relaxing, yet sensual feel of the seven-year-old's
touch.  It didn't last long before he climbed back off of me and demanded I
take my turn.  A bit disappointed that the massage ended, I sat back up and
rolled again.
	"Orange!"  Campbell seemed stoked that I had chosen and orange
card, for reasons that would soon come to light.
	"Kiss your partner – with tongues."  Campbell moved in close to
me.  Before I had a chance to rethink it or consider passing this one off,
he was in my face pressing his boyish lips to mine, opening his mouth and
pushing his wet tongue in.  I reached my arms around him and pulled him in
closer, allowing my own mouth to open and my tongue to wrestle with his.
Although a seven-year-old's version of tongue kissing was more like
tongue-wrestling, our mouths were drenched In each other's spit when our
lips parted and Campbell took his turn.
	"Your tongue tastes good" he said, pulling a red card out of the
box.  I began to realize that the color of each card indicated the level of
the activity.  Red was the hottest, boldest color, so I wondered what was
coming next.  "Yay!" the boy yelled.  "I love this one!"  I just sat back
and waited while Campbell stood up.
	I soon found myself mesmerized by the vision of a boy dancing in
front of me, pulling his toga up slowly, swooping down to rub his ass in my
face.  When his toga was pulled up far enough, I could see the entire
package: his soft, peach fuzzy butt and his tightly compacted balls that
looked glued to his rock hard dick that bounced up and down.  I didn't know
it, but the card had specified that there be no touching but for the
player's partner to get an eyeful of all the goods.  And boy did Campbell
offer the goods.  I loved staring at his tight, wrinkled sack and his
hairless penis that was at least five inches long – making me wonder how
big it would grow in a few years, and the way he danced, swiveling his hips
and dipping down as though there were a dildo on the floor and he was
positioning himself to receive it.
	Then, just like that, it was over.  He sat back down and pointed to
me.  His toga was still upturned so I got a full view of his smooth crotch,
the gentle V-shape it made when it met with his package.  I yearned to
touch it, to taste it, and to make him moan.  But, I set it all aside in my
head to continue the game.
	The next space I landed on was yellow.  I was so pissed because I
wanted so badly to take it to the next level, but when I showed my despair,
Campbell demanded that we play by the rules.  Picking up the card, I read
it to myself.  "Suck on your partner's finger to make him hot."  With that,
Campbell scooted forward, pulling back more of his toga for a better look
and I drew his finger close to my mouth.  I started by circling it with my
tongue and then I let it penetrate my lips, sucking on it and twittling it
with my tongue from the inside.  I looked down to find that his baby penis
had begun bouncing on its own, a sure fire way to tell I had achieved my
goal.  My own penis was now protruding out behind the toga's cloth.  I
wanted to free it, to let him touch it, but I forced myself to wait as my
balls began to ache in anticipation.
	Next, Campbell moved up to another red space.  "Yes!"  He
celebrated as he yanked out a card.  Then, looking at me devilishly, he
told me what it said: "Undress your partner."  It was simple yet the most
arousing thing of all and what I had hoped would soon come.  I laid back
and let Campbell struggle with pulling the toga up from below.  My cock
popped up and the boy's hand brushed up against it.  I yelped, and for a
second, he thought he hurt me, but I immediately smiled and told him it
felt nice.
	Soon, there I was, naked to the world and the little boy who had
undressed me just froze in utter amazement.  "Whoa!" My cock bobbed up and
down in spasms of pleasure as I watched the young boy stare at my naked
body.  I wanted to say something, to entice him, to take it further, but I
played by the rules in hopes that the game would do the work for me.
	I had hoped to land on a red spot and I soon did.  Before I knew it
I was staring at a card that instructed me to pleasure myself in front of
my partner.  With that, I sent a good wad of spit into my palm and told
Campbell to watch closely, but I needn't because he was already staring at
my body, holding his hands out as though he was fighting the urge to latch
onto me and mount my hard dick with every ember of his being. One hand
gripped the shaft of my cock, slowly, enticingly stroking it, making sure
to go slow and allow the boy to see every movement I made.  The other hand
ran from my mouth (wetting my fingers) down to my nipples.  I rubbed them
until they were hard and fingered through my light chest hair.
	Campbell could hardly contain himself; he no longer gave any
thought to how his toga lay on him, letting it ride up to reveal most of
the lower part of his body.  As I stroked my cock and made dramatized
moaning sounds with my lips, I watched the way his cock sat so perfectly
within the confines of his hairless crotch, his balls wrapped tightly
underneath, a sure indicator of his youth.  I looked at the way his skin
folded and how the light shined onto his soft, white thighs.  I had never
before been so attracted to a young boy, save from Brad, whom I had been
denying for as long as I could remember.
	The seven-year-old began to make sounds of his own, not touching
himself or making any gestures other than squirming and reposition himself
while his eyes remain glued to my hairy balls, hanging down toward my anus.
I moved my fingers down my chest to my stomach, making a V line all the way
down to when I reached my sack.  Once there, I pulled, prodded, and stroked
the soft, wrinkly skin in front of the boy who looked down at his own
package, comparing it to the my balls and poking a finger at them, I think,
to see how good it felt.  He stopped almost immediately, though, and rolled
the dice to move his game piece, still watching me closely as I continued
to stoke in front of him.
	"Red!"  I could hear the excitement in his voice.  When he lifted
the card and turned it to his face his eyes lit up.  I hadn't a clue what
the card said but I could infer, based upon his actions, that it had
instructed him to explore his partner with his tongue.
	Then, as I slowed down my stroking to receive his pleasure, he
moved over toward me, leaning over me as my body fenced in between lying
down and sitting up.  He stuck out his tongue and brought it to my mouth.
Licking my lips, he parted them and forced his pink tongue into my mouth,
my tongue meeting his and batting against the soft flesh of his oral
instrument.
	Soon realizing the extent to which this card allowed his
exploration, Campbell removed his tongue from mine and began licking my
throat, moving to my neck, down to my chest.  He flicked it against my
hardened nipples and tasted my areolas.  I could feel my body flex from the
electricity moving through me as I felt his teeth lightly bit them, making
them even harder.
	"You taste good, Mr. Myer!" My response was immediate as I spoke my
mind and heart exactly.
	"Wait until you taste everything to make that determination,
honey."  My comment sent a smile across his face and he continued, letting
his tongue move down to my stomach and landing on my naval.  He flitted his
tongue against it as well, which, to my surprise, felt even more arousing
than when he did it to my nipples.  I actually giggled a bit with pure
delight as I watched the young boy's head move further and further down.
	When he reached my crotch he pulled up a bit.  Pushing my legs
apart, he ducked down in front of me to get better access.  Then, his
tongue came out once again and work their way in the crease between my
thigh muscles and my balls.  I shivered in ecstacy.
	"Oh, God, Campbell!"  I couldn't contain myself.  I wanted to
stroke my cock but he batted his hand up and pushed my fingertips away in
one, quick gesture.
	"Let me!" he demanded.  And with that he circled my scrotum,
letting his tongue map out the anatomy of my manly testicles.  I could feel
my balls rolling around inside, his tongue being the centrifugal force that
guided their direction.  When he finished using his tongue to play with my
balls, he used his hands to guide my legs upward, forcing my lower half to
be pushed further off of the ground.  I wasn't sure where his tongue was
going as he just delighted in exploring my body and tasting every crevice,
but I hoped he was headed even more south.
	The boyish tongue made its way past the very bottom of my wrinkled
mass of skin that protected the two eggs of human life, down to my perianal
area, flicking against it like a pro.
	"Oh, man!"  I spoke as pure reflex.  "You've had practice at this,
haven't you?"  I looked down past my belly at the boy who just gazed up,
not speaking, not batting an eyelash, but instead meeting his lips together
to suck on the piece of skin just millimeters away from my hole.
	Then, before he continued, he pulled up and kept his gaze, but it
intensified as his eye brows framed the boy's dark lashes and eyes that
spoke to me from within his soul.  I thought about how I wanted Brad in
this position, how I wished he was there watching or participating, but I
realized that if he were experiencing anything like what I was
experiencing, I wanted him to be there; I wanted my son to feel the same
kind of pleasure I was feeling.
	"You'll love this, then" he said, and he ducked back down, forcing
my pelvis up higher against gravity as his tongue made it's way in between
my two cheeks, spreading them and working its way up and down the outline
of my anus.
	I felt a pleasure I had never felt before, and though I wanted to
shoot my load right there, right on my stomach as my neighbor's youngest
son rimmed my asshole, I couldn't; I knew I couldn't, though I knew it was
building up to an explosion.
	Next, I felt his lips meet and take a hunk of my tender anal cavity
into his mouth and suck on it.  My cocked kept bobbing up and down, without
my permission, in reaction to the little boy who was eating out my ass.
Then, as though he knew his way around an hole, he stiffened his tongue and
began to penetrate it, pushing in further and further until I could feel
the warm inside of me, moving around in a circular motion against my
prostate gland and the inside walls of my anus.  He motioned his tongue
upward and my body felt chilled.
	"Campell," I finally said after a few minutes of oozing pleasure,
"I don't think I can take it anymore!"
	"You like it, don't you?" he asked as his tongue exited my ass.
	"Yes.  Too much.  I want you to have pleasure too."
	"This is my pleasure.  You're ass tastes sweet.  Like cotton
candy."  I almost exploded at his answer and I immediately rolled the dice
again.
	Just as it landed on blue, Campbell stopped me, batting my hand
before it drew a card.
	"I don't want to play the game anymore.  I just want to taste your
milk!"  The sincere look in his eyes made me drop it immediately.
	"Okay."  I thought for a second.  "On one condition," I said.  He
nodded in acknowledgment.  "You take off that toga!"
	With that, Campbell yanked it up over his head and threw it as far
as he could.  He climbed on top of my naked body and I relaxed, letting my
back lay on the area rug below.  As he kissed me, his dick ground into
mine.  I knew he was too young for it, but my dick started poking at his
ass and I wanted to push it through, fuck the shit out of the hot neighbor
boy, but I resisted and pushed his head back down to my cock, still
throbbing with excitement.
	At first he blew hot air onto it and I demanded that he stop.
"Suck it!  Now!  Milk me!"  There was no way it could have been taken any
other way than an order, but it was what I needed.  I wanted to feel that
hot mouth on my throbbing cock and to release my juice into his mouth and
feel it shoot down his throat.
	Campbell's lips parted in an "O" shape and I could see him smiling,
even though his teeth were nowhere to be seen by me.  I stared down and
him, leaning back just as his lips slid over my shaft.  I yelped and
giggled at the same time, egging the boy on.  He moved all the way down,
swallowing my entire cock before puckering his lips tightly around my cock
and pulling up, sending my body into convulsions.
	I jerked and panted.  Sweat began to bead on my forehead and I
looked down at the wide-eyed young boy who was now wrapping his short, thin
fingers around the base of my cock, slightly tickling my scrotum as he did.
	"It's so big!"  Campbell remarked.
	"Oh...you've had practice, haven't you, kiddo?"  He shook his head,
wrapping his lips around my cock again and twitting the tip of his tongue
along the slit of my cock.
	As Campbell pulled back for a moment, readjusting his position and
wiping the saliva and precum from his mouth, he looked up at me with
seduction and desire embedded in his gaze.
	"It taste salty and sweet" he responded, moving his fingers up and
down the underside of my ball sack.
	"You taste all you want baby!"
	"Are you gonna let me swallow your juice, Mr. Myer?"  My cock
bobbed up and down frantically at the thought.  I responded by taking the
palm of my hand and firmly pushing down on the seven-year-old's soft, brown
hair, guiding his face back to my cock.
	"Mmm..." was all he could manage as I muzzled his voice with my
throbbing member.
	I clenched his hair in my fist and pulled up and down on, guiding
him faster and faster.  Pretty soon all I could hear was, "pop," "slurp,"
and some suckling sounds that reminded me of a child feeding on his
mother's breast.
	"Oh, god kiddo!"  I yelled and twitched my body as I felt the semen
building up inside of me, ready to burst and coat the mouth of the young
boy.  "Your little boy mouth is so fucking beautiful" I said and I believed
it with all my heart as I stared down at the red, boyish hue of his wet
lips.
	Suddenly, I yanked the boy away, pulled myself up and threw him
down on his back.  "Yes!" Campbell said as I held him down against the area
rug.
	"It's my turn, you little hottie!" Campbell spread his legs open
wide to welcome my mouth.
	"You're gonna suck me?"  He sounded shocked and pleased.
	"Yes.  I want to taste that little cock."
	With that, I leaned down and picked up his stiff four-incher with
my fingers.  I held it up and looked at its short, slim curves and how well
the head was formed from the shaft.  When I wrapped my mouth around it
Campbell immediately began to shiver like a child with a fever.  His legs
jutted outward and inward as I could feel that he was coming to a climax.
	"Wowwy!" he said and that amused me a bit.  I jacked off myself,
ready to shoot my hot load all over him when I felt his whole body convulse
and his head prodded up and down in a jerky, almost robotic, motion.  I
leaned in and kissed him as he groaned in pure ecstasy.  Jolting from
aftershock, I pulled him up to a sitting position and moved in closer,
setting my veiny cock in between his warm lips.  My cock felt like home in
that boy's mouth, and he sucked with all ferocity as I pumped my own shaft
until I could feel it building, building like a bomb about to explode.
	"I'm gonna milk you, boy" I said, the sweat from my forehead now
dripping onto my chest.  "Drink it all up..."
	He mumbled something as my cock pounded his mouth.  I couldn't make
it out but I didn't care as I looked down at the boy's eyes fixated on my
huge cock that was now probably as thick with arousal as his forearm
fingers were long.
	"Oh...God...here it comes, baby!"  I shouted as I could feel my
body pulse, forcing me to brace myself with my other hand on the floor.
	"Mmm..." was all he could manage, but he swallowed even more to
ensure he'd receive it all.
	Then, I exploded, leaving the room filled with mere moans an
indiscernible utterances, as my cock unloaded shots of cum into the boy's
mouth.  I heard him struggle, gagging and then his face took the form of
seriousness as his Adam's apple moved down his throat swallowing all he
could. Never before had I had an orgasm that lasted that long and my body
kept unloading more and more into the seven-year-old's mouth, forcing the
young boy to swallow several times, still left with a mouth full of cum and
a bit around his lips.
	I pulled out and leaned back.  He stared at me, his mouth still
open form when my cock had been inserted.  I was panting like a dog and he
just looked at me satisfactorily.  The inside of Campbell's mouth was
completely white, and the little bit that began to dangle from his chin was
quickly saved when I leaned in and sucked it off and stuck my tongue, now
coated in my own semen, into his mouth.  As we sat there, front-to-front,
staring into each other's eyes, ecstasy mixed with sweaty fornication
floating in the air, sharing the salty goodness of the load I blew for my
seven-year-old neighbor boy.