Date: Thu, 2 Nov 2006 14:33:12 EST
From: Tommyhawk1@aol.com
Subject: "What Can You Do with A ____ Kid?" story

		  WHAT CAN YOU DO WITH A COCKSUCKING KID?
			   By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
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     My heart sank when I saw Mrs. Tibbons at the door with Jimmy in
tow. She almost shoved him at me and said, "You need to speak with your
son, Mr. Muller."
     "What has Jimmy done now?"
     "He had my son in bed with him!" Mrs. Tibbons said.
     I looked down at Jimmy, the face and smile of an angel, barely six
years old. "So what were they doing, taking a nap together?" I clutched at
a straw of hope.
     "Hardly!" Mrs. Tibbons said. "Your Jimmy had my Ralph's pants down and
he was...oh, I can't bring myself to say it!"
     "Oh." I said, still willfully misunderstanding her. "Well, children
will indulge in play of that kind." I said. "You have to expect them to
have some curiosity."
     "Curiosity?" Mrs. Tibbons said. She took a deep breath and I used that
to grab hold of the door. She was still out on the stoop and Jimmy was
indoors. "He had his mouth right around my Ralph's little...little...." She
was fishing frantically for a euphemism and I used the opportunity to
interrupt her.
     "I'll talk to Jimmy." I said to her and I closed the door while her
mouth still flapped like a fish out of water, still searching for the noun
that would describe without offending.
     I looked at Jimmy and sighed. "Now you were doing it with Ralph
Tibbons?"
     "Uh-huh." Jimmy's smile was unquenchable. "He heard about me and the
other boys at school and wanted to know what I was doing with them."
     "And what were you doing with them?" I said, my heart chilling,
because I knew the answer.
     "It's so cool, Dad!" Jimmy enthused. "There were these two
sixth-graders who came into the bathroom and they stepped to the pee trough
and took them out and I was looking at them take their pee and one of them
said, 'What are you looking at?' and I said, 'Your wee-wee.' and he said,
'Why you looking at it for?' and I said, 'Cause I want to play with it? Can
I?'"
     "Jimmy." I started in.
     "And he said yes and I got on my knees and I sucked on him and then on
his friend and then on some other guys who came into the bathroom and
then...."
     "Jimmy!" I had to stop him. "Come on, son, let's sit down and we'll
talk this all out one more time."
     Jimmy jumped up onto the couch and made room for me to sit down by
him. An untroubled smile adorned his face, the same as it always did when
Jimmy got into this kind of trouble. My little angel, he had the sort of
face they put on ceramic angels. The softly rounded cheeks framed a pair of
large blue eyes under hair as black as the sky on a winter's night far out
in the country, and the sparkles of the hair were like so many stars caught
in the ebony strands. His skin was the softest white, his tongue a
startling pink snake when he deigned to free it from his soft lips.
     Just looking at my son set my stomach quivering. This had come from my
body, part of it at least, the rest from my wife, but still...the better
parts of me had gone into him. Like I was passing on the genes I really
wanted to pass on. Even the joy de vivre he possessed in all he did...that
came from the better angels of my nature. A free spirit, an intense
devotion to doing what he wanted when he wanted to without any destructive
tendencies to make it impure, when Jimmy grew up, he would be
something...extraordinary. My problem was how to guide this pure spirit
without destroying it. My admiration for his positive qualities and desire
to preserve them hampered me when Jimmy went astray. Maybe I spoiled him,
like I said.
     I had tried before to get through to Jimmy about his sexual escapades,
it's one thing to have a child experiment with his body and his friends,
but Jimmy had taken it much too far for even an indulgent parent to
overlook. I had talked to him twice so far, and so far, it hadn't worked. I
guess part of the problem is that his Mother passed away over two years
ago, and I can't bring myself to make Jimmy sad in any way. Maybe I spoil
him. Just the two of us and him without a mother or any other family, can
you blame me for making him the center of my life? I had taken my current
job, editing magazines about automobiles and trucks, that let me do most of
my work at home and plan my visits to the publisher and such when Jimmy was
in school. So when Jimmy came home, I was there for him, ready to be
everything to him, mother and father and friend and mentor all balled into
one. Yes, Jimmy was the center of my life!
     That center had been good until about two weeks ago when, God knows
how because I still hadn't found out who or when, Jimmy had discovered that
all boys and men have penises, just like his and that their penises felt
good when Jimmy played with them. Jimmy had jumped right from bone-ignorant
about sex to performing fellatio whenever he could, and as you could tell,
he was eager to perform his new talent on anyone and everyone he could.
     I sat him down and I said, "Now, son, you remember what I said about
Mr. Marshall next door?"
     "Yeah." Jimmy said.
     "How what you had done with him was wrong?"
     "But Daddy, he was asleep and I didn't wake him up playing with his
wiener." Jimmy protested. "I was sucking on it and it was all nice and hard
even though he was asleep and I wasn't hurting nothing, but then
Mrs. Marshall came out and saw us and boy, how she screamed."
     "I imagine she did." I could just imagine what his wife had thought,
seeing her husband laying on a patio chair, getting a blow job from a
six-year-old neighbor boy. At the scream, Mr. Marshall had woke up and
found out what Jimmy was doing, and he was upset and jumped up and
protested his innocence, but Mrs. Marshall didn't believe that he hadn't
known Jimmy was down there working on him. It was all confused and I still
don't know if they got it straightened out entirely. They were still living
together, though I saw the florist deliver a huge bouquet of roses to
Mrs. Marshall the next day.
     "Remember how I told you that doing that with a man was not the right
thing for a little boy like you to be doing?" I said as sternly as I could.
     "But I haven't sucked Mr. Marshall's wienie again." Jimmy pointed out
virtuously. "Not even when he was alone in the yard and he saw me and he
took it out and he waggled it and told me I could come do it now because
Mrs. Marshall wasn't there, and I just said no and came back inside."
     So Mr. Marshall was now safe whether he wanted to be or not! I took
that as a victory of a sort and went on. "And remember how you just grabbed
that grocery boy's pants that time we were in the store." I went on.
     Jimmy grinned. "He didn't have on any underwear, I could see it in his
pants, all loose and wobbly. I got a good hold on it, too."
     "And remember how he yelped when you did that?" The grocery boy wasn't
in the position of Mr. Marshall, I had seen him minding his own business
when Jimmy reached up and caught hold of his basket. A cute young college
man of maybe eighteen, the look on the guy's face would be hilariously
funny when I thought about, that is, after a few years went by and made the
memory comfortable at last. For now, I was just mortified.
     "I asked him if I could take it out and play with it when I grabbed
him." Jimmy pointed out. He probably had. The fact they were in a crowded
store hadn't fazed Jimmy at all, he would have done it in front of a crowd
at Disneyland or something.
     I sighed. "It's still the same thing. You can't grab anyone without
their permission."
     "But Ralph said it was okay for me to suck his wienie." Jimmy
protested. "And those boys at school did, too." Which brings me back to the
current subject of this talk.
     I sighed and thought as fast as I could. I didn't want to say anything
to make Jimmy think his penis was dirty or wrong or evil. I'd been hit with
that as a kid and it had screwed me up well into my twenties, honest! I was
determined that my son would appreciate his own body and know it was good!
My problem was that I had succeeded a little too well; my Jimmy had
discovered his body and was determined to share it with everybody with a
penis and to help them with theirs!
     What can you do with a kid who loves to suck cock and doesn't yet
understand that there is a time and a place to do such a thing? Time and
place! Yeah! Keep it simple, just give him a rule that will keep the rest
of mankind safe from my little sex fiend of a son!
     "Jimmy, let me explain this. I know you love your little friend (my
word for his penis) and I know you want to share it with other people. But
we have rules about when and where you are allowed to share your little
friend with someone or share theirs. If you do it any other time, well,
then, you're not doing it right, do you see?"
     Jimmy frowned, which broke my heart (my angel was frowning!) and then
his smile returned. "You mean I can only suck another guy's wienie at
certain times, but then, it's okay?"
     "That's right." I said. Okay, this wasn't the sort of conversation you
send in to Parenting Magazine, but my intent wasn't to stifle my son's
sexual exploration...just divert it to something a bit less...publicly
embarrassing.
     "Okay, Daddy." Jimmy went on. "But when is it okay for me to suck
someone's wienie?"
     I smiled. My son had just given me the right to impose limits on his
activity. As opposed to our earlier conversations, this time he may
actually listen, so long as I diverted him instead of depriving him
entirely.
     "Well, first, you have to be indoors." I said. "None of this grabbing
Mr. Marshall out in the backyard."
     "Okay." Jimmy understood that.
     "And you have to be all alone with the other boy." I went on. "Nobody
else around at all. You have to be private. No line of older boys in the
bathroom, or even doing it with Ralph when his mother is in the next room."
     "Okay." Jimmy went on. And then he frowned again. "So when can I do
it?"
     "When it's just the two of you, and you're alone and going to stay
alone for a good long while, and when you like the other guy and he likes
you, and when the other guy wants you to suck him, then you can do it." I
figured that should forestall any more of Jimmy's more public escapades. As
for the private ones, well, I was a firm believer that a kid's sexual play
was a natural part of his growing up and trying to stop it would mess a kid
up a lot more than a little bit of grab-dick or even cock-sucking would.
     "Okay." Jimmy said yet again. "And is that all the rules there are?"
     I went over them in my head before I answered. "Yes, I believe so." I
said.
     "Okay, Daddy."
     "Will you promise me to only suck a cock when you are alone with the
other guy and he wants you to suck him?" I pressed him. "No just grabbing
anyone like you did at the grocery store."
     "Yes, Daddy." Jimmy said.
     I sighed and said, "You're a good boy, Jimmy." I said, and Jimmy
crawled into my lap for a hug and a kiss.
     I cuddled him and he rested his head on my chest, then he murmured
after a time, "Daddy?"
     "Yes, son?"
     "If I have to wait for all those things, when do I get a chance to
suck a guy's cock?"
     "You'll find times." I said to him, while praying he wouldn't. "When
the time is right, you'll find the time. It's all this just grabbing and
sucking cocks left and right that you have to watch out for."
     "But I like sucking cocks, Daddy." Jimmy said. "It's just so much fun,
doing it and watching the other guy and seeing how good it makes him feel,
how he smiles and groans and tells you you're such a good little boy. I
want to suck more cocks, Daddy. I want to suck a cock just every day and
every night."
     "That's my little cocksucking son." I said, smiling as I lifted up his
face to mine. "It's okay to love doing something. As long as you remember
to follow the rules."
     "Yeah." Jimmy said. "Like I have to be alone with the guy. Like you
and me are all alone here."
     "That's right." I agreed, cuddling my precocious, little
rapscallion. "Just like you and me are alone."
     "And you love me, don't you, Daddy?"
     "I certainly do." I said firmly.
     "And I love you, Daddy."
     "That's good." I squeezed him. "Really, really good to hear."
     "Daddy?" Jimmy squirmed out of my lap and stood before me.
     "Yeah, son?"
     "Since you and I are all alone, and since you love me and I love you,
that means I can suck your cock!" Jimmy concluded triumphantly.
     "My cock?" And Jimmy had hold of my Mr. Johnson! Just like the grocery
boy, Jimmy had asked and grabbed at the same time. Like the grocery boy, I
had on a pair of loose-fitting sweat shorts, Jimmy must have seen my cock
while we were talking because his aim had been right on target. He didn't
just have my cock cupped in his palm, he had his fingers most of the way
around it.
     "Jimmy...." I started in.
     "Please, Daddy." Jimmy said. "If I do it like you say, I don't have
anyone else. You're all I got and I love to suck on a big fat wienie. Just
like Mr. Marshall's. Ralph's was tiny and those boys at school were small,
but Mr. Marshall had a nice big one. I want to suck a big one like his or
like yours, Daddy."
     "Son, you shouldn't be touching me like this." I started in.
     "Oh." Jimmy said, "Then I guess I have to go over and suck
Mr. Marshall then."
     "Mr. Marshall?"
     "Sure, Dad." Jimmy said. "He likes me, I like him, he wants me to do
it, and there are times when we can be alone. So if I can't suck your cock,
then I can suck him."
     Oh, Jesus! "You can't suck Mr. Marshall's cock. He's a married
man. You can't suck married men's cocks."
     "Oh." Jimmy said. "Then that just leaves you."
     Jimmy's hand still hadn't left my cock. What else was I going to do?
What do you do with a cocksucking kid? He's going to do it. If he didn't
have an outlet, he'd go out into the neighborhood and find it there.
     And he would find it.
     "Can I suck your cock, Daddy?" Jimmy asked me again.
     Nothing else to do then. "All right, son." I said. "But if I let you,
you have to promise not to do it with anyone else."
     Jimmy considered this deal like a businessman might. "Okay. But I get
to do it with you any time I want to, you promise?"
     I gulped, hard. "All right, Jimmy, I promise."
     "I promise, too." Jimmy said. His little hands went up to my
shorts. "Take them off, Daddy. I want to suck your cock right now."
     I lifted my hips so Jimmy could pull my shorts down, and he skinned
them down and completely off of me. "Your shirt, too, Daddy." Jimmy urged
me.
     I peeled it off over my head. That left my sneakers and socks on, but
Jimmy ignored that, he had me naked down to my ankles.
     Jimmy got on his knees on the floor, laid his upper body over my knee
and that let his hands and face get right up to my crotch. That sweet,
angelic face was beaming like a glimpse of Heaven and I watched him as he
brought the tower of my dong up and his tongue, God, such a pink little
tongue, darted out and brushed the glans and then his lips were around my
cock and he sank onto my prong with a blissful look on his face. The soft
wetness was all around the top half of my cock, the tongue was a dancing
elf of mischief wherever it could reach, my son's head moved up and down to
let his lips love every bit of it at the same time, oh, God, that tongue! I
felt him touch my cockslit, and a large lump of precome pulled away as he
lifted off, I looked to see the string of silvery clear bond my cock to my
son's mouth, and he smiled. "Mmm, that tastes good, Daddy."
     And his tongue reached over to capture the string of my
precome. "That's really good!" Jimmy said again. "Kind of salty but kind of
creamy too!"
     "You haven't tasted that before?" I asked him.
     "Nu-uh!" Jimmy denied. "What is it?"
     "It's something that happens when you grow up." I said.
     "So I get this out of any grown-up's cock I suck on?"
     "Yeah, Son." I said. "And if you keep sucking, at the end, there's a
whole lot of it at once."
     Jimmy considered this. "Cool!" And he returned to sucking my cock with
a will! I had been only gently stimulated by the feel of my son's lips on
my cock before, this was the full, arrogant animal lust rising up in me as
Jimmy's mouth plied over my prod with all the skill and agility that you
could ask of a cocksucker four times his age! I caught hold of the couch
cushions on either side and I clenched them, gripping them and I groaned
out between my teeth the heady animal roar that begged to be unleashed
full-throttle!
     Only my civilized part held the bestial part of me in thrall, this was
my son, my little angel, I had to let him be the one who did everything. I
had to...just lie there...and let him...suck my cock!
     "Oh, God!" I groaned. "Baby, God, you're doing it so good!"
     Jimmy lifted off my throbbing organ to smile. "Am I a good cocksucker,
Daddy?"
     "The best, baby, the best!" I groaned. "Please, baby, suck me some
more, please, baby!"
     "You like this, Daddy?"
     "Yeah, baby, please, get back to sucking it, please!" If Jimmy didn't
start in again, I might grab him and push him down on it, God, please don't
make me do that, please, please!
     But Jimmy returned to my prod and his loving was just as good as
before. His soft, young lips were wringing pleasure from every part of my
body, I was in a state of helpless ecstasy, I had to just lie there and let
him do it, any more would be too much, I had to let him do this, all of it,
I had to...hold on...and let Jimmy....finish!
     "Oh, God, baby, I'm coming, I'm coming!" I gasped. "Here comes all
that sweet juice you're wanting baby, hold on tight, here it comes, oh,
GAH-GAH-HAH-AH-AH-HUH-GHHHHHH!!!!"
     I didn't just come, I exploded, I felt my come blast out of my cock
and into my son's soft mouth, God, I was pouring everything into that load,
all of it going into my baby's mouth!
     Jimmy was sucking it down valiantly, he'd never had such a thing,
never had anybody squirt their jizz into his mouth, never had anybody
ejaculate before when he sucked on them, but he loved it, he loved the way
he was making me, his Daddy, squirm with ecstasy and thrash with desire,
and he held on while I blew everything I could out of my cock and into his
mouth and finally, drained, more than drained, vacuumed concave, I lay and
my son's mouth held my cock, still working it, even as it slid down and
became soft and flaccid.
     I think my softening bewildered Jimmy. He let go and asked, "What
happened?"
     "Oh! Son! Oh!" I was still gasping for breath!
     "What happened to it, Daddy?" Jimmy asked, trying to get my cock to
rise up again.
     "It's okay...Baby!" I sighed out. "That's...what
happens...afterward...is all."
     "After you come?" Jimmy asked. He picked up my words quickly, he had
learned "cocksucker" from just our talking and now he knew what come was.
     "Yeah, baby." I said. I could manage short sentences now. "After a guy
comes. He has to rest a while. Takes a lot out of a fellow."
     "Oh." Jimmy was dubious. "When can I suck your cock again?"
     "Let me rest a while, and you can do it again." I said. "I
promise. Meanwhile, what say we get some supper and watch some TV, okay?"
     "Okay, Daddy."
     I fixed dinner and we ate just like nothing had happened. Jimmy
snuggled up next to me to watch television, but that was the usual thing,
too.
     Until about an hour after dinner, when Jimmy's hand went down to my
cock. I had donned my sweat shorts again, and so again, Jimmy was able to
get a good hold of me.
     "Are you ready for me to suck your cock again, Daddy?" Jimmy asked me.
     "I don't know." I admitted. "Maybe."
     "I want to suck you again." Jimmy said. It wasn't entirely a request.
     I sighed. "Okay, son." I said. "You can try. You won't be disappointed
if I can't shoot a load again?"
     Jimmy let out his lower lip in a pout. I hated that, he spoiled the
"sweet angel" lines of his face when he did that. "I want you to come,
too." he said.
     "I'll try." I said again. And I shucked down my shorts and displayed
my crotch to my son.
     He leaned over and took my manhood into his soft warm mouth and sucked
on it diligently. I wasn't quite the animal I was before, this time the
pleasure rose inside me slowly and gently. I encouraged my son with soft
sighs and moans and "Good little boy" every so often, and after about a
half hour of his unceasing effort, I managed a second climax, and Jimmy
sucked every ounce of sperm out of me.
     Jimmy crawled into my bed in the middle of the night and I woke up to
my cock (erect because of a dream) and he again sucked me off. And then
again when my alarm went off in the morning, I barely had time to get him
ready and off to school on time.
     Worked on the magazines for a while (this week it was the one on
vintage autos), and heard a loud noise and looked out. Mrs. Marshall was
moving out, and taking most of the house's furniture with her. Usually the
wife keeps the house, but they were living in a rental. So was I, come to
that. She was denuding the place, any way.
     Mr. Marshall knocked on my door about four o'clock. "Hello." he
said. "Is Jimmy here?"
     "He's still at school." I said. "He's in a club that meets on
Tuesdays." I said. "I'll go pick him up at five o'clock."
     "Oh." Mr. Marshall said. Fumbled at his hands and said, "Well, I was
thinking I could have him come by and maybe do some things for me around
the house." I had to admit that Jimmy had taste, Mr. Marshall was in his
mid-thirties, handsome as hell, and with a body that spoke of countless
hours at the gym, with broad shoulders and washboard abs, and a tan he
earned by lying in the yard like he was when Jimmy got hold of his cock
while sleeping a few days ago.
     "He's only six years old." I said. "Too young for chores outside of
the house."
     "Oh." Mr. Marshall fiddled some more. "Well, it was just an
idea. Thanks." And he left.
     Jimmy got home and he tackled me ardently. I barely got the door shut
and he was pulling down my shorts and he didn't even let me sit down, my
son sucked me off right there the other side of the front door. I groaned
as I shot my wad again into my son's greedy mouth.
     "Now maybe you can do it again right after dinner." My son announced
triumphantly.
     I groaned again, but not in ecstasy.
     What the hell do you do with a cocksucking kid? I thought and did the
only thing I could think of, picked up the phone and dialed.
     "Hello, Mr. Marshall." I said into the receiver. "I've been thinking
about what you said. If you want to come over this evening, I think you and
my son can come to some sort of arrangement."
     What can you do with a cocksucking kid? Figure out some way to keep
him supplied!

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