t before twitg away. Did I dare touch him now,
with her in the room? Could I get up the ce?
I eased myself gently onto the mattress beside him. He didn’t stir. The
intoxig stench of shot-off cum ervasive. The boy must masturbate
all the time. At that point, I don’t think any power on heaven or earth, never
mind the lower depths, could have prevented my hand from drifting to his
shapely butt and stroking his smooth, soft skin.
I felt his warm ass globes tract at my touch, shiver delectably as another
sigh escaped his lips. He curled his leg tighter to his chest, thehe
other up as well. His ass was now spread before me, fuck-hole trembling, as
I massaged his sweet young rump.
My cock was raging hard and drooling in the pouy white Jockeys.
The boy preteo sleep as I brought my hungry mouth to his smooth
buttocks. I touched my too his tightly puckered hole, delicately flicked
it and then I licked and lightly washed his crack. His musky, boyish odor
drove me crazy.
The boy’s g butt-hole opened wider for my tongue. I broke away
for just the time it took me to strip and climb naked behind him. I pulled his
juicy ass to my fad palmed him open. I got my mouth to his bittersweet
cavity and drove my tongue inside him. He tasted tart and ripe, a rich custard
of assflesh. I slurped and slobbered and he moaned beh me.
He soon gave up all pretensions of sleep, squirming his young ass around
on my darting tongue. I pulled my son up to a doggie crouch; I spiked and
stabbed deeper inside him. I reached for his cock which was hard and banging
between his thighs. It was bigger than I remembered seeing it and drooling
dick-ooze which coated and webbed my fingers as I stroked him.
He pushed his ass back harder onto my fad moaned, “Fuck me. Oh,
please fuck me, Daddy!”
My dripping tool was screami