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Subject: Watching Petey, chapter 2 Watching Petey, chapter 2 By: Boi_Luvver Gay, Adult-Youth, Watersports, M/b — If you enjoy this story or would like me to continue this story, you can contact me at boi_stories (at) tutanota (dot) com. I will try to answer all emails. Flamers will be ignored and blocked! Please consider a donation to Nifty to help keep the stories cumming. Donate easily and securely at https://donate.. Every little bit helps! — **Disclaimers:** – This work of fiction contains sexual contact with a minor. If this is something you’re not comfortable with, or it is illegal in your jurisdiction, don’t read any further. – If you are under the age of 18, don’t read any further. – I do not condone the actions of the characters and I do not necessarily agree with their views and opinions. Separate the art from the artist. — “Uncle Dick… I don’t have any underwear. I was gonna wear my bathing suit home, but it’s full of sand, and my cycling shorts are sorta stinky and still wet. I don’t have anything to wear.” I threw the T-shirt that I was about to put on over to him. “Put that on. It will hang down enough that nobody will know that you don’t have pants on.” “But…” “No one will see your butt. Besides, even if they do, it is a very good-looking butt. Almost good enough to eat.” He smiled, a little crookedly, but a smile none the less. As he packed his things back into his bag, I sniffed the shirt that I had been wearing earlier and as it smelled strongly of a ten-mile bike ride in August, I stuffed it back into my bag. If he was going to go bottomless, then I would go topless. Heading toward the door, he grabbed my hand, and we walked out the door to get in the car and drive home. — Once back at the car, I checked the bikes and put our bags in the back seat. Petey climbed into the passenger seat and strapped himself in. Having gone through this with him before driving to the park, I just grinned and said, “Not `til you’re 12, bud” and pointed to the back seat. With a pout, and a quick devilish grin, he unbuckled and jump over the seat to the back, flashing his very cute buns to the driver getting into the car facing us. The other driver, a middle-aged man, looked surprised and then shot me a grin blew me a kiss and pulled away. I guess there are more of us around than I thought. Settling into his seat, Petey strapped on his seatbelt and settled in, completely oblivious of the thrill he had just provided the other driver. I slid in behind the wheel, and we were off. As we slowly drove through the park Petey seemed to be deep in thought. I was slightly worried that he was having trouble processing what we had just done but figured I would let him try to work things through on his own, at least for a little while. I kept glancing at him in the mirror, wondering just what was going on in his head. Once out of the park, I had to pay a little more attention to the traffic around us, but still would glance his way to see how he was doing. While obviously thinking hard, it seemed he was more puzzled than upset. After we had been driving about 15 minutes, Petey’s gaze met mine when I glanced his way. “Uncle Dick,” he started. “When I peed in your hand in the ocean, did you pee on me too?” “Gawd,” I thought. “Busted again.” So, working on the premise that that honesty is the best policy, I replied with a simple, “Yup.” “I thought maybe it was my pee, not yours, but I wasn’t sure. I liked it.” He paused, then continued, “Thinking about it is making me hard. See?” Glancing back in the mirror, I couldn’t see anything, so I quickly turned my head to see him holding up my shirt to display his two-and-a-half-inch boner. Cursing the laws that kept Petey in the back seat, and just out of reach, I pulled my gaze back to the traffic around us. I couldn’t help but shake my head at the kid’s display. “You should put that away before you flash someone driving beside us. It is a very cute penis, but he shouldn’t be shared with everbody.” Petey grinned and laughed a little. “I don’t care who sees it.” He paused a moment, “I liked it.” “You lost me on that one, buddy. What did you love?” “When you peed, and it warmed up my bum. I liked it. I wanna do it again.” “I’m not sure when we will be able to get back to the park to be able to pee in the ocean again.” He giggled, “Don’t be silly. We don’t have to go to the ocean so you can pee on me. We can do it at your house. You got a bathtub that is way big enough for two of us.” There was another pause. “I also liked the man in the other car grinning after he saw my butt. Do you think he saw my balls and peter to?” Okay, that surprised me. “I didn’t think you knew that you flashed him.” “Yup,” he said. “I did it on purpose. He smiled at us when we walked up to the car and were holding hands. Why do you think I climbed into the front seat? I mean, you didn’t let me ride in the front on the way to the park. It’s not like I’m dumb and forgot. So, do you think he saw me?” “Oh, he saw you all right. He smiled and blew me a kiss before he drove away.” “Good,” said Petey. “I thought he would like it. When I am at the mall and I gotta go pee, I pull my pants and undies down to my knees and hold up my shirt, so my bum shows, and let people look at me while I piss. Sometimes, I turn around before I pull up my pants so they can see my peter too. I like it when people look at me. He looked at us like some of the men in the bathroom at the mall look at me and Daddy when we go into the bathroom.” Fucking hell! This kid, who I thought I knew… I am learning SO much about him today. He like playing with pee, enjoys exposing himself, loves getting sucked (though I can’t imagine a boy who wouldn’t love it), reads porn on Nifty, … how much fun have we missed out on because we didn’t know that we wanted the same things. I glanced back over my shoulder, and saw that while he had covered himself, he was still hard and making a cute little tent in my shirt. A few minutes later he spoke up, “Uncle Dick.” “Yes, Petey” “Can we get McDonald’s for supper?” “Sure, we can use the drive-thru.” “No, I wanna eat inside. I read a story about a boy who takes off all his clothes in a restaurant. I don’t wanna leave clothes behind, but I think it would be funny to go into McDonald’s only wearing my flip-flops and your shirt.” Thinking quickly about all that happened today, and, specifically about Petey’s suggestion that we play some sort of pee games in my bath, I suggested, “Perhaps just go in to get our food and take it home? That will get us back to my bath tub a bit faster. I’m sure we can arrange another visit for you to eat in dressed like that.” I glanced in the mirror and saw Petey, obviously thinking it through. As he caught my eye, he replied, “Well, I think it would be really fun to eat at McDonald’s dressed like this, but I still have some sand on me that I need to get off. And I really, really, really wanna pee on you, and have you pee on me. So let’s get take out. But we can still go into the restaurant, right? We don’t gotta use the Drive-Thru?” “All right. McDonald’s take out it is. Order inside and take the food home. We can stop at the one close to my place so our food doesn’t get cold before we get home.” “Cool,” he replied. Driving as quickly as I could, possibly a little faster than I should have, we made it to McDonald’s without any more big confessions of a sexual nature. “Are you sure about this?” I asked, my cock rising at the thought of standing beside my almost naked buddy while doing something so normal as ordering supper at McD’s. “If you are sure, we can try. But you absolutely have to keep covered.” With my little head outthinking my larger head, we pulled into McDonald’s. After parking, I got Petey to hand me the T-shirt I had been wearing on our ride. After pulling it over my head, we got out of the car and went inside. Knowing that this could go all kinds of wrong, I was glad to see that the place was not very full which meant less chance of trouble developing from Petey showing more than he should. We went up to the counter to order. “Welcome to McDonald’s,” said the cute boy at the till. At a guess, I would say he was about 14 or 15, slender, cute, and rather new to the job. “What can we get you today?” Glancing at his nametag, I replied, “Thanks Willy. I would like a Double Quarter with cheese combo, a large strawberry shake and large fries.” “And what would your son like?” “Dad, can I tell Willy what I want?” Then without waiting for my reply, he continued, “Willy, this is my Daddy Dick, and I am his little Peter.” My eyes, and Willy’s eyes, nearly popped out of their sockets. I could tell he was thinking about a big Dick and little Peter in the same way I was. Petey continued as if nothing had happened. “I want a Big Mac combo and large stuff like Daddy is having. We went to the park and rode the trail, and then swam in the ocean, and Daddy and I had a sand war, and I am wa-a-a-ay hungry.” With that, he swung around, causing his shirtdress to ride up and briefly flash his cock, balls, and ass, and asked if we could order ice cream for dessert. In a moment that seemed to take forever, I gasped, grabbed Petey’s shoulder to stop his motion, and looked up at Willy, hoping that he hadn’t noticed, but from the wide-eyed look on his face, my hopes were about to be crushed. I just hoped this played out without me spending the next 10-20 in prison. Looking from Petey, to me, and then back to Petey, Willy licked his lips and stammered out quietly, etiler escort “I… Um… Uh… that is… I know what I would like for dessert,” all the while staring hungrily at Petey. Then shaking himself, as if remembering where we were, he asked, “What kind of ice cream would you like?” Sensing that, while flustered, Willy wasn’t going to make a scene, I relaxed some… and logged in the back of my mind that perhaps we might be able to arrange a “play date” involving a little peter, a medium willy and a large daddy dick getting together to see what cums up. Petey, seemingly oblivious to what had just transpired, looked up to me and asked, “Can I have a large ice cream McFlurry?” Knowing the appetite of the ball of energy bouncing ever so slightly beside me, I said to Willy, “Make that two.” As usual in a fast-food joint, it didn’t take long before our order was ready. It didn’t take long to be back in the car, driving the short distance from the restaurant to my place. From the back seat, Petey giggled. “That was fun. Did you see the look on Willy’s face when he saw my junk? I mean, I didn’t mean to show it, but when it happened it was funny.” Once again, Petey was much more aware of what was going on than I gave him credit for. But I think he might have missed the by-play between Willy and I over his introduction of us. But then, who knows with this kid. I mean, he hates being called Peter and he just introduced himself that way. Fuck, trying to second guess this 10-year old is wearing out my overworked brain. “Yes, it was sort of funny.” I suppose this is where I should have laid out all of the dangers and potential outcomes of his accidental exposure, but once again, my little head ruled, and I let the issue slide. Besides, a part of me hoped that we could engineer a moment like that again, in a way that was more controlled, as it was rather exciting to think of ways that we could expose Petey in future. Soon we were turning into my driveway and pulling up to a stop. Before getting out of the car, I turned to Petey. “Please be careful not to give any of my neighbours a show. I have to live here after you go home.” Shooting me a devilish grin, he responded, “But, it would be so fun! Just think about all the guys who would be so jealous of you having a cute young boy like me to play with. On the other hand, I don’t want to give anyone a heart-attack from looking at my angelic body, so… I guess I’ll give you a break this time.” And then, grabbing the front and back of the t-shirt, he scampered to the door. Once there, he turned and called back to me, “Well… aren’t you gonna come and open the door so I can go inside?” Grabbing the bags of food, I decided not to grab our clothes and left the bikes on the car. “I’ll be there in a second, keep your shirt on.” “Yeah, like I’m gonna take it off,” was his retort. “You’d drop supper and old people all around would have heart attacks, you included. There wouldn’t be enough ambulances, and people would die. So, since I don’t want that on my conscience, I’ll keep my shirt on.” Having the keys dangling in my hand, I offered them to him to open the door, which he did. Once inside, with the door safely shut, he asked, “So, do I still have to keep my shirt on?” “Tell you what. If you go into the kitchen and put our food on plates while I go out to take the bikes off the car, you can decide whether you want to take the shirt off or not. I’ll leave it up to you.” Before I could turn to leave, the t-shirt was dropping to the floor while Petey did a little dance, making his cock bounce around. “Into the kitchen with you, scamp.” I made quick work of securing the bikes in the garage. After all, I had a rather large, or comparatively small, reason to get back into the kitchen. Entering the house again, I locked the door behind me. I don’t normally have people show up and walk right in, but it would be just my luck to have that happen tonight while eating with a naked Petey in the kitchen. And speaking of a naked Petey, he came to the kitchen door and announced in a suitably posh voice, “Dinner at the Naked Kitchen is about to be served.” He giggled. “Sir, you are entirely overdressed for this establishment.” With that, he folded his arms and stood in the doorway, attempting now to look like a bouncer. And although he got the pose correct, the look of his 75-pound body attempting to block the door amused, and delighted, me. Deciding that this was all part of the fun and games, I asked, “And if I don’t comply?” “You don’t get to touch me all through supper.” As much as I was tempted to see how far he would take this game, I had been watching him prance around in my t-shirt for the better part of an hour and a half, and I wasn’t going to deprive myself of the joy of touching him as much as possible during supper. So, I kicked off my shoes and clothing and entered the Naked Kitchen. I was pleasantly surprised on walking into the kitchen. Petey had not only put our food on plates but had carefully poured our sodas into two of the mugs I keep in the freezer for serving soda, and beer, as cold as possible. He had even put out relish, mustard, and ketchup, and had grabbed a couple of cloth napkins instead of the paper ones that you get with your fast food. The only things that seemed to be missing were the ice creams, which I figured he had put into the freezer to keep them cold. Walking around the table, I sat down on the bench behind the table at the place with my burger. Petey then moved his plate next to mine and climbed onto the bench beside me. Not wanting my food to get any colder, (is there anything worse than stone-cold McDonald’s fries?), I dug into my dinner. Petey, was eating with only his right hand, as his left had become busy rubbing my right leg. If I had any questions about his interest in continuing our games from earlier, I would say that the hand slowly caressing the inside of my thigh, inching far too slowly for my liking towards my cock and balls, told me all that I needed to know. Wrapping my arm around his shoulders, I pulled him up close to me. With a soft sigh, he snuggled in, and we continued to eat our dinner. As is usual with a 75-pound bundle of boy energy, Petey all but inhaled his food, even eating one-handed as he was. By the time he finished, I had only eaten about half of my meal. Pulling slightly away from him, I asked, “Wanna have some fun with the rest of my supper?” He looked at me, curiosity pouring out of every pore of his body. “Um, sure? She says I shouldn’t play with my food, so if that’s what your gonna do, I’m in.” So, with his “approval”, I pushed away our plates and lifted him up onto the table, laying him down in front of me. I then grabbed my plate and moved the rest of my fries onto his tummy between his cute little bellybutton and his now hard cock. Picking up the ketchup bottle, I squirted some into said cute bellybutton, and followed up with mustard on one nipple with relish on the other. Picking up my burger, I dragged it through first the mustard and then the relish before dipping it into the ketchup and taking a bite. “Food,” I announced, “always tastes better when the condiments are appropriately applied from the body of a naked boy.” Petey couldn’t control his giggles. “This is so sick,” he said. “And your burger tickled on my nipples. I didn’t know that they were attached to my dick. When you rubbed them with your burger, it shot up straight. See?” I just put my burger down on his chest and grabbed a couple of fries. I dipped them into his bellybutton and popped them into my mouth. “Yup,” I said, “much better with the taste of boy included.” I made quick work of rubbing the condiments all over his tummy, so that by the time I was finished my food, his torso from tits to cock, was covered in a gooey condiment mess. “Oh,” I said, “I missed the last french-fry.” With that, I licked up some of the goo from his belly and dove in on his cock. Sucking it into my mouth, I attacked it with my tongue, pulling back his foreskin with my lips as I worked up and down. The sudden “attack” had caught him by surprise. His initial reaction was to giggle, and with that giggle he squirted out a small amount of pee. From his lack of acknowledgement, I assume he was unaware, but fuck, I nearly exploded all over the underside of the table. The flavour of a young boy’s pee. It was so different from the strong piss of a man at the bar. This was sweet and fruity, which makes sense as Petey tends to eat a lot of fruit for snacks, and he drank a lot of water while we were out today. At the same time as he micro-peed in my mouth, he jerked up, so I clamped down on him, holding him in place with my arms. I had every intention of given him more “tingles”. It didn’t take long to get him to the precipice of orgasm. I could feel his whole body tremble and tense as it waited for the last push. Gawd, I wish I was ten again and able to orgasm as many times as my cock would allow before it wore out for the day. With a final nibble on his foreskin and flick of my tongue, Petey exploded in a full body orgasm. It was a good thing that I live in a detached home that is well insulated, as Petey shook and trembled on the table while groaning and moaning in sounds that only accompany the deepest of orgasms. Anyone else hearing the noise he made would know in an instant that somebody had just had the earth move. There is just nothing else that sounds like a boy experiencing his first full body, mind blowing, consciousness etimesgut escort expanding orgasm. “This,” I thought, “Is what his first tingles should have been like. As he came down from his orgasmic high, I quietly licked up the rest of the condiment soup from his torso. Condiments on their own is not listed anywhere as a delicacy, but condiments combined with the sex-sweat of a ten-year-old boy certainly should be on the “gotta try that” list of every boy-lover. As Petey lay there, looking like he was completely spent, I asked, “So, how was that set of tingles?” He slowly rolled his head to face me. “Damn, Daddy Dick, those sure beat the ones I got in the changeroom.” He tried to roll over. “Umm… I can’t…” “Just lay there and rest. I’m gonna go get a washcloth to clean up your mess.” With a hint of his smart-ass nature re-emerging, he giggled, “I don’t make a mess. I ain’t had pooberdee yet.” “Mmm, I am aware. Remember me? The guy who gave you tingles twice today without anything to swallow? I know you haven’t gone through pu-ber-ty. However, as to a mess, you have somehow got ketchup, relish and mustard all over yourself young man. You should be much more careful to not spill things when you eat.” He grinned. “You could just take me upstairs to your bathtub. Why dirty a washcloth when we can just shower it off?” Liking his idea, I scooped him up, and with my very hard cock pointing the way, I carted him upstairs to the master bathroom. Once there, I made to put him into the shower enclosure, but he stopped me. “Let’s get in the tub. I wanna try something, `member?” It’s not like I could forget that he asked about peeing on each other. I mean, how often has a ten-year-old boy told you that he wants to have you pee on him? “I didn’t forget. I just don’t want to assume anything. So that we are really clear. I need you to tell me what you want me to do, whenever we play sex games together. In fact, I need you to tell me that you want to play sex games. I will always assume that you don’t want to do things, unless you ask me first.” “So, what would you like me to do?” Smiling, a little shyly, “I want you to get in the tub with me and I want us to pee on each other.” Setting him down in the tub, I agreed with a smile. “Okay, buddy. Let’s have some fun.” Joining him in the tub, I sat behind him and drew him into an embrace. “How do you want to do this?” I asked, “How be you stand up and pee on me? Start by peeing on my dick, ah fuck it, if we are playing like this, then I am not gonna worry about what I say. I don’t care what you say while we are playing like this, but only when we are playing. Anywhere else, any time else, and you talk like you normally do with your dad and “Her”. Okay?” Petey nodded. “Okay then, stand up and start peeing on my cock, then up my body to my chest, and then if you have enough, pee on my face. Sound good?” It must have sounded good, as he was on his feet in a flash, and even though his cock was stiffening, he concentrated a second and let out a respectable stream of pee, hitting me right on the crown of my cock which had not deflated from bringing him upstairs. As he sprayed around my crotch, my brain started to short-circuit. I had played pee-games before, but always with pick-ups, always with legal (okay, there were a couple who were probably `almost’ legal), and mostly in cheap hotels, but never in my own home. Here I was, boy-lover, pervert, pedophile with my first boy ever ass an adult, with the son of my best friend, the boy I have perved on since he was a toddler, a boy that I never in a million years would ever be interested in getting sexy with me. AND HE WAS PEEING ON MY COCK. Oh My Fucking Gawd. Petey was standing there, peeing on my cock. Forgive me if I have a small brain melt. This was so much better than I ever dreamt or could even imagine. I close my eyes to enjoy the sensations. Petey slowly aimed his stream up my belly. I may have the beginning of a paunch, but with the incentive of keeping Petey interested in peeing on it, I can lose the extra weight. Oh… My… Fuck. He is drawing figure eights with his pee around my nipples. I need to take him somewhere that gets snow to show him how to write his name in the snow. No, a beach, at dawn, with nobody else around. Naked with Petey on a beach, peeing our names in the sand, with a great big heart around them. My face! He’s peeing on my face. I’m so glad he hasn’t said anything. I don’t think I have enough active brain cells for coherent speech. Pee is running from my hairline down my face. I stick out my tongue to catch come of the run-off. Petey must have read about this on Nifty, or he just naturally interpreted my open mouth with tongue out as an invitation. Either way, he gently lay his cock on my tongue and kept pissing as I gently closed my lips to drink straight from the faucet. Heaven. This was cock-loving, piss-loving, boy-loving heaven. Not only had I seen Petey’s cock for the first time today, but this was also the third time it had been in my mouth, today. To-fucking-day! I had his cock in my mouth for the third time, and it seems like he is keen to continue putting it there. As I was enjoying every small sensation of this incredible, unexpected experience, Petey’s stream started to slow, and dribbled to a stop. Sucking the final drops out of his remarkably soft cock, I opened my eyes and looked up at him. “That was…” I paused, “indescribably good. Thank you for sharing yourself like that with me.” “I guess you liked it?” he half asked, half concluded. I just nodded and pulled him down into an embrace with him sitting on my lap. He got quiet for a second. “I think that was way cooler than playing “Pee-my-pants” with John.” He paused, in obvious thought. “Since John never wants to do `gay’ things with me, I don’t know if he really wants to play “Pee-my-pant” or not. Maybe he only plays so I won’t stop being his friend. That isn’t good, is it, Uncle Dick?” I sat in marvel at the insight that Petey was showing. It amazes me that Petey, at such a young age was grasping ideas that many adults have yet to understand, and he was doing it without my input. I was also a little taken by the shift in energy levels. While the aura of sex had dissipated, the quiet moment of introspection in some ways seemed to bring us even closer. “If John does it only cuz I want to, that would be like you doing sex to me without me telling you that I want it. I shouldn’t do that, should I?” I was so proud of his insight. “That is a very grownup thing that you just worked out,” I whispered softly into his ear. “I am very proud of you for working that out.” He shrugged a little and blushed a little and uttered a quiet “Thanks.” We sat there, quietly, in a slowly cooling pool of his urine until he pushed away from me and asked, “Do you gotta go? Cuz I still want you to pee on me.” I nodded, and said, “I do. If you really want this, then tell me how you want it to go.” “Can we do like I did to you? Only I might just take a little taste instead of drinking it like you did.” That works. I stood up, then realizing how that made me tower over him, I grabbed a towel, folded it up and put it under my knees as I knelt in front of him in the tub. While my cock was now only chest height on him, it felt better. I wanted neither him, nor I, to feel like I was in a position of dominance over him. We just wouldn’t go there unless he asked for it. Thinking about my fourth-grade teacher, wrinkled and crusty 105-year-old, Mrs. Barnes teaching us times tables I was able to get my cock to soften enough to start a golden stream on Petey’s cock. It was a real challenge to keep the part of me that was so turned on separate from the part that was lovingly granting Petey his wish. I know from experience that I can pee through my hardon, but it is a struggle, and since my erection points mostly up, pointing down to pee on his lap would be almost impossible, as standing on my head is really mot an option. So, with great care, I started to wash the drying bits of hamburger condiments from Petey’s belly. He was sitting there, watching intently as my stream struck his groin, and then his belly. His grin stretched from ear to ear, as we played out one of his fantasies. Inch by inch, my stream of hot piss washed up Petey’s stomach to his chest and then to his neck. I let the stream slow a bit. “Should I keep going?” Receiving a big smile and a definite nod of affirmation, I stood up and continued to empty my bladder on Petey. Standing above him, I was able to wet down his hair and watch as my piss ran in small rivulets down his face. Petey scrunched his eyes closed and tilted his head up so that I had a clear shot at his face. Aiming directly at his nose, my stream hit him solidly and sprayed back onto my legs and feet. Just as my stream was starting to falter and slow down, I saw Petey stick out his tongue to taste the fluids flowing over his head. He immediately pulled it back in, and then stuck it out again and opened his mouth, as I had done while he was pissing on me. Taking this as an instruction, I pushed down my now rock hard cock to lay it on Petey’s tongue as the last few drops drained out of me. Once again, my brain was short-circuiting. Petey had my cock on his tongue and had tasted my piss. As this was happening, I thought it was about as good as life was going to get. I really didn’t count on him wrapping his lips are the head of my cock and starting to suck. And oh my gawd… My orgasm hit without etlik escort warning. There I was with a ten-year-old boy mouth sucking on my cock, knowing that my cock was the first cock ever to go into his mouth sent me over the edge. The first shot erupted, filling his mouth. Frantically pulling back, the second and third shot splattered across his face. While he was wiping cock snot off his face, I was able to direct the fourth, fifth and sixth shots to spray across his torso. By the seventh wave, cum was just dripping out the end of my cock and my knees were getting week. Dropping back down to kneel in front of him, I figured that I needed to do some damage control as him eating my cum was not a possibility that we had discussed. Even as I was preparing to apologize, Petey started to giggle. Sitting there, my sperm dripping off his nose, running in little rivulets across his tummy to slip around his own very hard cock and pool on the floor of the tub, Petey’s giggle turned to full on laughter, which I must admit was not the reaction that I expected from him. “You… you… you spermed me. You really got me good for peeing in your mouth downstairs. That was so gross, and so cool. I can’t wait to try it again when I am ready for it.” As I have said before, the little shit is way more aware of things than I give him credit for. “So, you’re okay with it? Not grossed out? Not gonna throw up or anything?” “Nope,” he replied. “I was gonna asked you to make sperms for me to try anyway. Like, I wasn’t really expecting it, but don’t they say something about gifts a horse puts in your mouth?” I groaned as he mangled the saying, but I got the message loud and clear. Sperm was something that he wanted to share more of. So, I reached down, and pulled him up into my arms. He wrapped is legs around my waist and hugged me tight. At that point I licked a large trail of pissy sperm off his face and swallowed it. “Hey,” he complained. “That’s my sperms now. You gave them to me.” So, I licked up his other cheek, gathering a big glob of cum in my mouth and looked at him, holding the glob of cum on my tongue. He just opened his mouth and stared at me, so I did what any respectable boy loving pedo in my position would do. I covered his open mouth with mine and fed him my tongue and cum all in one go. I really have to thank Nifty for providing such a good education to my little lover. He obviously knew to suck my tongue into his mouth and started duelling it with is own. Realizing that I was naked, holding the naked ten-year-old object of years of perving as we French kissed in my bathtub had the expected result. Even with how intense my recent orgasm was, my cock started to rise again. When it hit up against his ass, he pulled back, saying “Nuh-uh. I’m not ready for you to put that there, yet. Maybe one day, but for now your gonna have to make do with my mouth.” Always willing to follow his implied instructions, I dove back in to continue the kiss. After a few more minutes I pulled my mouth back from his. “We really need to get clean. I know I peed on your head, but I can still see beach sand in hair. How about I give you a shower?” He smiled. Stepping out of the tub, I reached into the shower to turn on the water. Once it warmed up some, I stepped us both into the warm spray and set Petey down on his feet. When he started to protest, I grabbed the soap and knelt down at his feet. Lifting his right foot, I started to wash it clean. I gently rubbed my soapy fingers between his toes, and then across the arch of his foot. Tenderly, I cleaned up his right leg to his groin, and then too his disappointment I put his clean foot down and started on his left. After washing both legs, I took his right hand and repeated the process, washing first his hand and then his arm up to the shoulder. Once complete, I did the same with his left arm. At this point he was just about buzzing with the sensations of being washed and gently massaged at the same time. Reaching up, I grabbed the shampoo and after squeezing some out on my hand I started to gently massage his scalp. By this time, his little boy-cock was standing straight up, bouncing in time with the beat of his heart. I just smiled and turned him around. After rinsing his hair, I positioned him to stand with his hands on the wall off the shower stall while I gently washed his back. I had spent a fair bit if time staring at while we rode around the park. Touching it was SO much better than perving on it from a distance. Strong and lean, like a ten-year-old can get from running around and playing hard, it was such a joy to touch. And his ass. His ass without cycling shorts or a bathing suit. It was boyhood perfection. Firm and tight from many hours of bike riding and playing hard with his friends, I couldn’t resist. After rinsing it off, I leaned in and gently bit his right cheek. Feeling him shudder in response, I trailed my tongue across and gently bit on his left cheek. He sighed heavily and bent forward to lean on his crossed arms against the wall. This had the delightful effect of bending him slightly at the hips, opening the pathway to his tiny little puckered treasure. Running my fingers up and down his crack, I made sure that there was no sand left in his treasure trough, and the leaned forward myself. As I did, I pulled back on his hips so that we met halfway. With his ass opening up in front of me, I moved my hands slightly so that I could pull his cheeks apart. With his ass opened for me to plunder, I dove in to taste his hidden delights. When my tongue first touched his hole, he shuddered again, and sighed. After a couple minutes he softly said, “That is so much better than anything I read on Nifty. You can do that forever.” Leaning back, I said, “…or for a couple more minutes. We don’t want the water to get cold before we are done, and I still need to wash the sand out of my hair. However, as much as I would love to chow down on your ass for the next half hour, I have a little more to wash.” I leaned in, and gave his pucker another swift little lick, fully intending to move on, but the reality of eating Petey’s ass was too good to relinquish so soon. As he continued to gently coo, I kept nibbling and licking at his ass, probing it with my tongue, please to note that it did not clench under my ministrations. “He may not be ready for my cock, yet…” I thought to myself, “… but I doubt it will be all that long before he wants something longer than my tongue up there.” Placing one last loving kiss on his ass, I helped him stand up. Turning him around, I then leaned him back against the wall. Grasping the soap again, I lathered up my hands and started washing behind his ears. “Close your eyes. I’m going to wash your face.” I was a little amused that despite all the water that poured over his body, he still had a drying trail of cum looking very much like a little trail of slobber running down his chin. Gently rubbing my hands over his face, I quickly cleaned up all remnants of our earlier sexploits in the tub. Then quickly, I worked down his chest and tummy making sure that all evidence of my supper game was cleaned up. I know that he was a little disappointed that when I got to his groin, I quickly lathered up his cock and balls and then rinsed them. “Hop out, grab a towel and dry off. I’m going to wash quickly, and then we’ll see about bed.” I had glanced up while washing his face and saw that the bathroom clock read close to 9:00. When he started to complain, I just nodded to the clock. Part of the deal when I “visit” with him is that we get him to bed by 9:00 so that I don’t have to lie to “her” about when he got in bed, but we often chat about anything that interests him until he drifts off. It amuses me that he goes for that, as it usually only takes about 15 minutes for him to nod off, but he figures we got around “her” rules. I suppose it makes for a bit of the best of both worlds. As he towelled off, I quickly washed my hair and body so that I was as squeaky clean as he was. I jumped out of the shower, and found him still there, with his towel wrapped around his waist and another in his hand. As I reached out to take it from him, he said, “We didn’t have time for me to wash you, but I really want to dry you. Please?” If he had left it there, I might have been able to resist. But when he threw in the puppy-dog eyes, I was lost and just nodded for him to go ahead. He kneeled in front of me and motioned for me to lift one foot and then the other. Once they were dry, he dried my legs with a respectable economy of motion, following quickly with my torso. He then instructed, “Sit on the toilet please. I can’t reach your hair unless you are sitting down.” After I complied with his request, he made quick work of drying my close-cropped hair, and then asked me to stand up again. “Now I gotta dry your…” He paused, looked up continued with an unusual tentativeness, “…your cock.” He blushed having used a word that would result in a paddling at home. I smiled as he said it. “Just remember, only when we are together… and alone.” Then with hands that were obviously a little nervous, he dried my groin, taking care to move my balls to dry between them and my legs. He then rubbed the towel on my cock, just enough to dry it, which puzzled me. I had expected that he would take the opportunity to feel me up. But he just dried it and dropped the towel. At this point he dropped his towel, and grabbing me by the cock, he led me out into my bedroom. Pointing at my bed with is other hand, he asked, “Do we have enough time for me to be properly introduced to the log that spat up in my mouth?” “We do,” I replied. “But we should get you to bed first.” “You never said where I am going to sleep.” “I know,” I replied. “Get ready and we can talk about it.” — Other stories by fty//gay/incest/phillips-nephew