Date: Wed, 13 Mar 2013 15:45:03 -0500
From: Jim Vance <jimvance2@hotmail.com>
Subject: Tiny 5-6

                            Tiny
                        By Jim Vance
                 Copyright 2013 by Jim Vance
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                          Part Five
   When Dad got home, I kissed him. He held me in his arms
and told me he missed me.
   "I bet you were busy with your brother and didn't even
notice I was gone."
   "No, Dad! You are my husband." I whispered "I thought of
you and played with myself." I hoped he would like that and
he did!
   He took my hand and placed it on his crotch. "Is this
what you dreamed of?"
   I nodded my head and he laughed.
   "I love you, Tiny!"
   "I love you, Dad!"
   "I need a shower. Come on. You can wash me."
   I undressed Dad in the bathroom. When I saw his cock, it
was very hard and a drop fell from it.
   "Do you see what you do to me, Tiny?"
   "Yes, Dad. Can I suck your cock, Dad?"
   "Oh, yes! I know you were disappointed earlier to have
your toy taken away. There it is."
   I could smell him and I pressed my face into his crotch
and smelled him. Then I rubbed his cock on my face.
   "Let's get him clean before you suck him."
   I washed Dad. I loved doing it and he enjoyed it too.
   I washed myself and Dad pushed a finger in me.
   "I cleaned myself twice, Dad."
   "Very good, Tiny."
   When we had rinsed off, Dad pushed me to my knees.
"Suck, baby. I've been thinking of your lips around my cock
all day."
   I sucked him for a while. Then he held my head and
thrust into my mouth.
   "Look at me while you suck." I looked up. He was
watching me through half-opened eyes.
   He stopped thrusting and I went back to sucking him
while I looked at him.
   He never stopped looking at me as suddenly his cum
started spurting into my mouth. I was surprised, but glad. I
looked at him as I swallowed every drop. I kept sucking
until no more was coming out. Then he pulled me up and
kissed me passionately. It was like he couldn't get enough
of my mouth. I couldn't get enough of his either.
   We got out of the shower and I dried him. Then I dried
myself. He slapped me on the butt and said "Get my
bathrobe."
   I went and got it and brought it to him. He put it on
and said "Put on a pair of shorts."
   I went and got them and put them on. Dad had gone to the
den and he was in his recliner. He looked at me and patted
his side. I smiled and got on it with him. He pulled me
close and smelled my hair.
   "I like the way you smell, Tiny."
   Dad turned on the TV and I wrapped my arms around him
and laid my head on his shoulder. He rubbed my back lightly
and I sighed.
   After a few minutes, he tilted my head up and kissed me.
I sucked on his tongue and slipped my hand inside his
bathrobe. I felt his hairy chest and then I slid my hand
down over his belly and then into his pubic hair. I wrapped
my hand around his cock.
   Dad whispered "I know you want it, Tiny, but we
shouldn't do that in here. It might upset Osman. You know
what I mean."
   "I know, Dad. I should have thought of that. I don't
want to hurt him."
   "Tiny, you are only twelve. You don't have to remember
everything. If you ever do hurt your brother, you hug him
and tell him you love him. He will forgive you."
   "I love you very much, Dad."
   "I love you, too."
   "I am so happy, Dad."
   "Me, too. You make me happy."
   "Bedia?"
   "Yes, Daddy?" she said from the kitchen.
   "What time is supper?"
   "It's ready. We can eat now, or later. It will keep."
   "I love you, Bedia."
   "I love you, too."
   "Come, wife. Time for fun."
   "Yipee!"
   Dad laughed and took my hand. We went into his bedroom.
Have you moved your clothes in here yet, Tiny?"
   "Not yet."
   "Do that tomorrow. This is your room now."
   Dad opened the bathrobe and I looked at his naked body."
   "Such a hungry look you have!" he said.
   "I can't help it! It's your fault!"
   Dad laughed and said "I think you still want me, Tiny."
I moaned and he laughed again.
   He laid down on the bed. "Climb on top and fuck yourself
with your husband's cock." I went to get the vaseline. It
was in Osman's room!
   "Uh. I'll be right back."
   "Are you going to eat dinner?"
   I laughed. "No, Dad."
   "Watch TV?"
   "No."
   "Get the vaseline from Osman's room?"
   I was so embarrassed.
   "You are as red as a tomato. Get the vaseline."
   I went and got it. Osman was at his computer looking at
a picture of a naked man!
   "Looking for a new lover already?" I asked him.
   He looked embarrassed.
   "I'll tell you what is really embarrassing. I had to
tell Dad I left the vaseline in here!"
   "Oh, no, Tiny!" he laughed.
   "Remind me tomorrow to take it back there if you haven't
dumped me for that man on the computer."
   "OK. I don't know who this man is. He thinks I am his ex-
lover, Osman! A different Osman, apparently! We broke up ten
years ago!" I laughed.
   "I wonder if he sent this out to every Osman email
address he could find!"
   "I think so!"
   "I wondered who that strange man was at your fifth
birthday party!" I said. Osman laughed.
   "But you were only two and didn't know how to ask who he
was, right?"
   "Right!"
   I kissed Osman and went back to Dad's room.
   "What took you so long?'
   "Osman was cheating on me!"
   "While you were cheating on him! How terrible!" We both
laughed.
   "Does he have somebody in his room?"
   "No. It was on his computer. It was just a picture of a
man. I accused him of having a boyfriend."
   "He loves you, Tiny. Where would he find anyone like
you?"
   "Daddy, I love you so much."
   I put vaseline on his cock and put some in my hole. I
got on top of him and sat slowly down. We both moaned as he
entered me. When I was sitting on him, I rested to make the
pain go away. When it didn't hurt anymore, I put my hands on
Dad's chest and began bouncing on his cock. He groaned and I
leaned down to kiss him. Then I began bouncing faster.
   "I want to make you come, Dad."
   "You will! Your cunt is massaging my cock. It is hungry
for my spunk!"
   Dad sighed and got a dreamy look on his face. I thought
I could feel his cock twitching inside me. I slowed down and
he stopped me.
   He sighed again. "Wonderful! You are wonderful, my love.
I loved your mother so very much, but she was never
enthusiastic about sex. She didn't look at my body like you
do. Like you want to lick every inch of me."
   I smiled. "That does sound like a good idea!" He
laughed.
   I leaned forward and licked his neck. He tilted his head
back and sighed. I licked his cheeks, his chin, and then his
lips. He took over then and kissed me.
   Afterwards, I asked him, "Dad? How many times a day can
you come?"
   "I don't know. Probably five or six with you. You excite
me."
   "Didn't you and Mom?"
   "No. I felt lucky to get it once a day. I hardly ever
got that."
   That seemed incredible to me. I guessed women were
different.
   "I think making you come is my favorite sport, Dad." Dad
laughed.
   "And do you like sports? You don't play them at school."
   "They won't let me play this sport at school!"
   Dad laughed. "Not even with the principal?"
   "Yuck. It's a she. We have a woman principal."
   "And you like pricks. No. You love pricks."
   "Yes!"
   Dad pushed me off him. "Now, squat over my face. I want
to eat your cunt."
   I squatted over him and he pulled my cheeks apart. I
moaned when I felt his tongue on my hole. It felt
incredible. He licked and stabbed at my hole. I watched his
cock grow harder while he ate me. It had been soft when he
started and a couple of minutes later, he was stiff again. I
reached forward and stroked him while he gave me pleasure.
He kept stabbing at my hole until his tongue slipped inside
me. I shouted. He pushed me off him and rolled me onto my
back. Then he leaned over and kissed me. Dad's cum entered
my mouth. I sucked some of it off his tongue. He stroked my
head as we shared his cum and a kiss.


                          Part Six
   The next morning Dad was careful not to oversleep. That
meant I got fucked in the morning before he left for work.
After Dad left, I climbed into Osman's bed. He woke up and
pulled me into his arms. Then he went back to sleep. I was
horny, though. I hadn't come yet. I could feel his stiff
cock pressed against me and I wanted it! I was already
stretched, greased up, and lubricated with Dad's cum. I
reached behind me and guided his cock to my hole. Then I
pushed back onto it.
   "Oh, fuck!" Osman said as he entered me. He wrapped his
arms tightly around me as he pushed all the way in. "Let's
sleep like this, Tiny."
   "I can't sleep with a naked, handsome stud in bed with
me! Especially not when his cock is inside me."
   "I am not naked."
   "Why not? I am!"
   Osman laughed. "And it used to be a 'beautiful cock'.
Have you gotten bored with Albert?"
   "I don't know any Alberts."
   "Tiny! Thank goodness he is buried in your butt and
can't hear you!"
   "Oh! Albert is the name of your cock! I mean your
'beautiful cock'."
   "Yes. He is my best friend, Tiny." I laughed.
   "I wanted to be your best friend, Osman!"
   "No. You are Albert's best friend, and Albert is my best
friend."
   I laughed again. "That sounds complicated." Osman pulled
back and thrust into me. I moaned.
   "Tell Albert he is beautiful and that you love him."
   "Can he hear me?"
   "Good point."
   Osman pulled out of me and rolled me on my back. He
climbed on top of me and Albert waved in my face. I laughed.
   "Hello, Albert," I said. Albert went 'eek', and I
laughed.
   I looked at Albert. He was covered with some of Dad's
spunk. I really wished I had given myself an enema before
Dad fucked me. I really wanted to lick Dad's come off my
brother's cock. I decided I would wake up early tomorrow
morning and do that before Dad woke up.
   "I love you, Albert. I wish cum was shooting out of you
right now!"
   Osman laughed. "It would get all over your face! Hmm. I
wonder if you would look even cuter with my cum on your
face."
   "I don't care what you think. What does my best friend
think?"
   "Albert loves the idea!" Osman told me. I laughed,
again.
   "If Albert is my best friend, and he is your best
friend, doesn't that make you my best friend?" I asked.
   "No. You are young and haven't studied dick
relationships yet in school..." I laughed.
   "I hope Mrs. Brady doesn't teach it!"
   Osman laughed. "She would bring Mr. Brady and a man who
loved Mr. Brady's cock that day. Anyway, your best friend's
best friend is your lover."
   "Now it is making sense to me. I wouldn't have it any
other way!" Osman lay on top of me and kissed me. I ran my
hands over him as we kissed.
   "I love you, Osman."
   "I love you, Tiny. I always will. I am so lucky you want
me. And one day, you will be only mine."
   I thought about what Osman meant. I guessed he meant
when Dad died. I didn't want to think about that.
   Osman stopped kissing me and nuzzled my ear. Then fell
asleep. On top of me! Osman sure does like to sleep! I
sighed and fell asleep, too.
   I woke up when Osman got off me. "My plan worked," he
said to me.
   "What plan?"
   "My plan to keep you from getting away."
   I laughed. "But poor Albert! I got in your bed hoping to
make him come two times, but his best friend wanted to
sleep." Osman grinned at me.
   "I really want to suck you, Osman. Will you wash your
cock?"
   Osman leapt out of bed. He was awake! He cleaned himself
in the bathroom and walked back to bed.
   "Ready for your breakfast, little boy?"
   "Yes. I will have Turkish sausage and cream to drink."
   "A wise choice. You are too young for coffee." I
laughed.
   Osman climbed on the bed and got over me. He pulled my
head up. "Give Albert a kiss." I kissed Albert and then
began licking it, I mean him. I looked up at Osman. He was
grinning at me. I swallowed his cock and began sucking him.
Osman sighed. I wrapped one hand around his balls and pulled
on one of his nipples with my other hand. After I sucked for
a couple of minutes, Osman pulled his cock out of my mouth.
He began stroking himself. His dick was aimed at my face.
   "Tiny, I am going to make you even more beautiful." I
laughed.
   "You aren't going to make me wear lipstick, are you?"
   "Yuck, no! It would get all over my cock whenever you
sucked me!" We both laughed.
   I began stroking his balls. "Yes, baby. That is
perfect!"
   Osman groaned and I watched the hole in his cock open as
a stream of white shot out and hit my nose. I closed my eyes
and the next spurt landed on my left eye. I stroked myself
as a spurt hit my chin. Then he hit my right cheek, and
finally my lips.
   "Don't lick it off, yet. I want to get pictures of you,
Tiny." I grinned, but had to keep my eyes closed."
   "Am I beautiful, Osman?"
   "Yes! You will be able to see for yourself soon!"
   Osman reached for his phone and took photos of me. I
felt his cock resting on my lips as I heard the click of
another photo being taken.
   I heard Osman put the phone down. "Let me clean your
face."
   "I want to eat it, Osman!"
   Osman moaned. "Oh, Tiny! I want you to!"
   Osman wiped the cum off my eye and I opened my mouth. He
put his fingers in my mouth and I sucked the cum off them. I
heard him pick up the phone again. He pulled his fingers out
of my mouth. Then he started taking photos as he fed me his
cream. I opened my eyes and smiled at him. He put the phone
down and kissed me thoroughly. While we were kissing, an
alarm went off on his phone.
   "Fuck! I forgot about the game."
   "You have a soccer game?"
   "Yes, baby. I will hurry back for more sex, though." I
smiled.
   "Will you put the pictures on the computer before you
go?"
   "Sure, baby. You can beat off thinking about your big
brother." I grinned.
   "That was my plan!"
   Osman transferred the photos and we both gasped when we
saw them. Especially the one with his cock on my cum-covered
face.
   "They are incredible, Osman!"
   "I know. I want to fuck you, but we will have to wait."
   Osman hurried and got dressed. He kissed me and ran out
of the house.
   I jacked off while I looked at the pictures. I decided
not to come, because I wanted to come while Osman was
fucking me.
   I stared the longest at one with Osman's cock lying on
my face. It was incredibly sexy.
   "Tiny! What are you looking at?" my Dad asked.
   I jumped and fell out of the chair, I was so startled.
What was Dad doing home?