Date: Thu, 31 Jan 2013 18:18:55 -0800 (PST) From: Cross Anderson <andersoncross@yahoo.com> Subject: Teaching My Little Buddy Part 2 Teaching My Little Buddy PART 2 By Cross Anderson Copyright 2013 BY CROSS ANDERSON andersoncross@yahoo.com I want to thank everyone for being so kind and helpful. It seems a few of you enjoyed my first story, so I figured I'd continue. If you have any comments, or if you just want to tell me how this story helped empty your balls, feel free to email me. I have something a bit bigger planned for the next installment, so bear with me. I promise you won't be disappointed. This is fiction. Please do not have sex with anyone underage. Use your head; And in the case of this story, your hands. ________________________ "What the hell is happening to me," thought Charles Harrison. Standing in the shower, hot water gliding down his well built frame, Charles tried desperately to grasp some kind of reasoning for his actions today. His son Norman, small and frail at 10 years old, had reached out to him for help. All he had wanted was to learn how to masturbate, plain and simple; what boy bursting into puberty didn't? But Charles, feeling a bit uncomfortable, had left it up to the boy's teenage babysitter Bobby, who while showing the child how to masturbate, got a bit carried away and had the boy give him a hand job. "That's your fault," Charles told himself. "Your son jacked off Bobby and you are the one to blame." Charles had sat in his car watching everything unfold through a hidden camera rigged to record it; all the while his dick pulsed in his pants, slicking his thigh with precum. Charles began to feel ill. Why did he get a hard-on? Why did the site of his son being taken advantage of arouse him? He had set the camera up to ensure that the boy wasn't hurt and that a situation like this didn't happen. But it did, and he didn't do anything to help his son. "You didn't set the camera up for his protection. You did it to watch him use your boy." The thought stuck in his mind. He could see his son, stroking the cock of an 18 year old teenage kid. Bobby's eyes closed, head back, moaning; his toes curling as he creeped closer and closer to blowing his load. And his son, his little buddy, working persistently to drain the teen of his seed. Charles lathered his hand and cock up and began stroking his own dick. He imagined having his son rub his monster cock. Those tiny hands, smooth and soft, stroking his shaft and while he looked down on the little slut. His little slut. Daddy's little slut boy. Charles blew his load, pumping it out of his own dick while moaning and thinking of his son's innocent face covered in the same cum that helped make him. Throwing the curtain back, Charles wretched his guts into the toilet. "What the hell is happening to me?" - Emily Harrison heard her husband throwing up in the bathroom. When she had arrived home from work, she could tell something in the house was wrong. Charles was very distant, preoccupied. When she had asked him if he was okay he gave her a very brief and generic answer. Charles stepped into the room wearing his robe, dark hair wet still. His complexion wasn't the usual tan, but pale. "Honey, are you feeling okay," Emily asked, sitting up in bed. "No." Charles put the robe into the chair by the bed and crawled under the blankets wearing his boxers. Facing away from his wife, he stared towards the wall. He prayed she would just leave him alone. Spooning Charles, Emily reached her hand over his body and grabbed her husband's cock, something she did almost every night. Their sex life hadn't slowed over the 12 years of marriage, and thinking a blowjob might help relieve some distress in Charles, she began stroking slowly. "For fucks sake Emily," Charles grumbled. "Can't you tell I don't feel like doing this tonight? Are you blind?" The words hit Emily's chest like buckshot. She withdrew her hand and slid towards the other side of the bed. "Fine then," she said. She reached over and turned off her lamp. She spent hours in the dark trying to figure out what she had done; what was wrong with her husband? Charles Harrison sat 3 feet away asking himself the same damn thing. Down the hall, Norman sat on his bed disappointed. He had been hiding in the closet across from the bathroom in the hopes of seeing his naked Daddy walk to his bedroom. A day before, Norman had been interested in dinosaurs, or baseball; things that little boys should be interested in. Now all he wanted to do was see his dad's cock. After seeing Bobby's dick shoot cum, Norman wanted to see his dad's do the same thing. But his daddy seemed sick, and had hurried to his room in a robe. Norman sighed, and crawled under his superhero blanket. Tomorrow, when his Mom and Dad went to work, Bobby would come back over. With his little cocklet hard in his underoos, Norman started to suck his thumb. His other hand ventured down and started to thumb his tiny dick head. Despite his excitement about the prospects of tomorrow, he eventually fell asleep. - Next door, Bobby Knight was rubbing his hard cock through his bed sheets. He had been replaying the events of the day in his mind. The little kid next door had jacked him off. Bobby felt a little guilty, but the kid seemed interested, so what was the harm? Bobby even got $100. He had to admit it was a bit odd that the kid's father asked him to teach the boy how to masturbate, but money was money. Bobby pulled the sheets down and started to rub his hard cock. He had already masturbated 4 times since he got home, but he just couldn't get that little kid out of his head. When Bobby had taken Norman to the bathroom to clean up, he had turned and caught the little boy licking his fingers. That child was eating his teenage spunk off his hands like it was cake batter. "Norman," Bobby shouted, caught off guard. "Don't eat that!" Norman looked up and Bobby, his index finger in his mouth, suckling all the teenage boys cum off. With a loud smack of his lips, Norman looked him in the eyes. "But why not," he said, just like the innocent little boy he was. "It tastes good." Bobby felt something in his balls. "Does it really? You like the taste of my cum?" "Uh huh," Norman said nodding. "It tastes real good." Smiling, Bobby took his slowly hardening dick and gave it a squeeze in the boys direction. "Maybe I'll let you get it straight from the tap next time," Bobby said. Norman nodded again and smiled back at him. Bobby was brought back to the present when he felt his balls tighten. The boy spewed his load all over his stomach. He brought his hand up to his mouth and took a whiff of his load on his hand. He then stuck out his tongue and lapped the cum off just as Norman had done. "It does taste good," He thought. He had made up his mind. Next time he was asked to babysit, he was going to face fuck that little boy. He was going to cum in Norman's mouth and give him some more delicious cum to eat. To Be Continued.