Subject: Stepdaddy Secret Part 5 Stepdaddy Secret Part 5 by Boy Dreamer “Great job, little buddy! I love giving you your tinglies! But I bet the next one will be even better!” “The NEXT one???” Tommy thought. “What else can there be?” He was about to find out. Kyle slid out of the bed and stood for a moment to stretch, then disappeared for a minute before returning with a large bottle of clear liquid. Tommy didn’t get a good look at the label but he was feeling too dreamy and happy to look closer. Standing tall over the boy, still sporting a throbbing pedo erection he planned to make very good use of in short order, Kyle loved what he was seeing: Tommy was collapsed practically into a puddle, face down on his little racecar bed with his pert, plump, bottom–still dripping wet with Kyle’s saliva–fully exposed. His slender chest was still rising and falling from his most recent, and very explosive, dry little boygasm. Kyle was proud of the work his tongue had done in Tommy’s tight anus; he ran it over his lips and savored the taste of the boy’s sweet, clean anal flavor still lingering in his beard. At this point the boy’s Star Wars bedsheets were a tangled mess, damp from the sweat of an intense, and very much ongoing, man-boy love session. The gobs of Kyle’s cum that Tommy hadn’t managed to gobble up only added to general stickiness; a wonderful smell was starting to develop in the boy’s bedroom–the smells of a hairy man in heat and a hot little boy all worked up from the frantic sex acts he’d been enjoying for the first time in his young life. Tommy had probably never felt more relaxed ever. The man’s anal probing had made his dry shivers extra intense, and the whole naughty situation had him over the moon. He loved and trusted Kyle more than ever and the naughty area between his creamy inner thighs was still tingling with pleasure. Something had been awakened in the kid that would NOT be going back to sleep anytime soon. Kyle took it all in for a moment before stirring himself to begin the last round of their games (for that evening, at least). The boy’s relaxed state, and his glistening wet anus, told the horny man that it was finally time for the anal deflowering he had been looking forward to all night/his whole boyloving life. He grabbed a couple of pillows and Tommy’s beloved teddy bear from the floor, dropping them on the mattress beside the contented boy. “OK, buddy! It’s time for the next round! This will be the last thing I teach you tonight, but I KNOW it will be your favorite part of the game so far.” Tommy was so relaxed that he might have protested to ask for a little more time to recover, but the man had started rubbing his bottom again with his big manly hands, which, predictably, made Tommy’s stiff little boy wiener start twitching again. “I know you’re feeling good, buddy! The best part of this round is that, like the last one, I’ll be doing most of the work! I just need to get you into the right position for this part.” Before Tommy really knew what was happening, the man had slid the pillows under the boy’s torso so that his bottom was elevated and exposed even more than it had been for the tongue-in-his-butt round they had just played. The man then slid his teddy bear between the pillows and his hairless hardon. Tommy had learned weeks ago that the bear’s soft, plush fur felt extra good on his naughty knoblet. Unconsciously, he started to rub his little peener up and down, enjoying the familiar sensations as well as something new–the pleasure of wiggling his naughty butt in the face of a man who had just had his face buried in it. From the foot of the bed, Kyle savored the view he had just created: a small, hairless body, face down and ass up, flashing a pink rosebud still wet with his own saliva. Between the hairless, creamy legs and just south of the tight boyhole on display, the boy’s hairless, wrinkled, tight little ball sack invited afyon escort tickles, licks, and kisses. Beyond the nutsack, Kyle knew there was, but couldn’t see a stiff little boypole that would, apparently, NEVER get enough.Tommy’s gentle thrusting against his favorite stuffed animal, accompanied by his quiet moans, were a major turn-on–the man’s bone was leaking profusely again and he could sense that his nuts were full of the hot, creamy treat he’d been planning to deposit in the boy since the day he’d seen him. The man sat beside the boy on the edge of the bed and began to massage his wet, accessible anus with the index finger of his right hand. Tommy GROANED and paused his humping to let the man do…whatever he was doing back there. It felt AWESOME, as usual. He even pouted a little when the man pulled his finger away for a moment. He heard what sounded like the man spitting–which was really weird–but when the man starting rubbing the boy’s pucker again with two EVEN WETTER fingers, he understood where the spit went–even if he still had no conception of what it was for. He was about to learn. Gently, while still massaging Tommy’s anus with two hungry fingers, he used his left hand to caress the boy’s back, slowly. Tommy cooed. But his sweet little coos turned into gasping OH OH OHs when the man slipped one of his wet fingers into the boy’s tight anus. His sphincter, it’s true, was quite relaxed from Kyle’s expert butt-eating, but a 10-year-old boy’s butthole will still be vice tight no matter how relaxed the kid is from all a man’s loving attentions. After about two minutes of gentle probing–during which Tommy had begun humping his teddy bear once more–Kyle removed the finger. “KYLE…please…put it back! It feels so cool!” Kyle chuckled and picked up the bottle of clear liquid he’d fetched earlier. Tommy heard the man pop the battle’s cap and then a squeezing sound. “Alright, buddy, I’ll put it back in. I told you that you’d like this game. Now, I need to you take a deep breath…then let it out slowly….” Tommy did as he was told, and as he exhaled the man slipped not one but TWO of his fat fingers up the boy’s pootie hole. NNNGH was the only response Kyle got, so he forged ahead, taking two minutes to gently probe and twist in the boy’s honey pot with two pervy fingers before adding a THIRD. Tommy’s NNNGH became an ARGHHHHHH and his body stiffened for a moment–he even laid off his over-humped teddy bear for a second–and as the naughty man started twisting his fingers he seemed to unlock something in the boy that made everything else they had already done a distant memory. For starters, his bottom hole felt stretched and full in a way Tommy had never experienced before. He began to squirm almost uncontrollably–except not enough to dislodge the man’s fingers and, coincidentally, in a way that made his little pecker rub against his stuffed love toy in that way that felt SUPER nice. Funny how that works! And then, suddenly, the man was using his fingers to rub something inside Tommy that, after about 30 seconds, made him, once again, literally SCREAM through another hard round of dry spasms. Kyle had hit home. Though it was his first time massaging a boy’s prostate, he had read A LOT about how to do it in certain Internet forums, not to mention having carefully studied, over the years, hundreds of videos of men doing it to their own sons and nephews. Apparently all his “studying” had paid off. Tommy’s spasms had blown his mind. He had buried his face fully into his mattress as he was racked with his dry heaving and he was practically sobbing with pleasure. With Tommy’s smooth, sweaty back arched and his anus wetter and more open than it had ever been, Kyle knew it was time to seize his moment. He let his fingers slip from the boy’s loosened hole and got to his feet. Standing behind the boy and towering over him with his manly, muscular agrı escort frame, Kyle’s cock was rampant and ready. His nuts were full and the boy’s anus would never be more prepared than it was at exactly that moment. He stepped forward and rubbed his fat cock knob against the entrance to paradise. Tommy felt the man rubbing his leaky peehole in the same place his fingers had just just been and, for the first time all night, actually anticipated what was about to happen. It thrilled and terrified the boy. Before tonight, he had been sexually innocent–a little kid with a crush on his handsome stepdaddy–whose only knowledge of the pleasure his body was capable of had been found a few months ago by quietly rubbing his wiener into the mattress. He really had no notion of fucking and it had certainly never occurred to him that a man might put his big, hairy, erect penis into a little boy’s wrinkled virgin bottom hole. But he knew it was about to happen to him, in his own childish bedroom, on his own cartoon bedsheets and in his own little racecar bed. He had allowed his naughty stepfather to fondle, kiss, lick, and suck every inch of his hairless body that night and he knew there was no going back. In fact he also knew he didn’t want to go back. The man’s fingers had felt awesome back there and he loved Kyle very much, so he decided to just…enjoy whatever the man planned to do to him. But he was also, if he was being honest, terrified. The man’s penis was HUGE! And Tommy’s little bottom hole was TINY! It was one thing for the man to use his fingers…but wouldn’t it HURT him to take that big hard rod between his sweet, hairless cheeks??? Kyle, massaging his man bone into the boy’s prepared asshole, sensed what the boy was thinking. He knew Tommy wanted it but he also sensed the boy’s fear; it was only natural. So he tried to reassure him: “Hey, little buddy. It’s time for the last part of our game. I know you’ve been having a lot of fun so far, but this is the part you’ll like the best.” Tommy seemed skeptical, so the man continued: “I’m going to put my penis into your butthole now, Tommy. When a man does that to a little boy it’s called FUCKING. I’m going to stuff my big hard boner into your sweet little asshole until I’m all the way in, and I’d be lying if I didn’t admit that it’s going to hurt you at first.” Tommy recoiled at that, but the man’s large hands were on his hips keeping him firmly in place. All the while, the man was still teasing Tommy’s anus with his throbbing pecker head. “Once I’m all the way inside you, you’ll feel REALLY stretched and full. I’ll just stay there like that for a few minutes and when you’re ready, I’ll start to push my man cock back and forth in your tight little butt. When I do that you’ll feel me hitting that special place inside you that just gave you your tinglies, only this time, the tinglies will be even more intense than ever because my big adult penis is an even better tool for pleasing a boy’s special place. How does that sound, buddy?” Tommy was whimpering. But he managed to croak out an, “OK, daddy. I trust you.” As far as Kyle was concerned, that was a full-throated endorsement. Pausing to slather a thick layer of lube on his stiff peener and the boy’s anus, he let the bottle fall to the floor and held the boy’s hips tightly. Making sure his thick dong was lined up with the boy’s quivering rosebud, Kyle began to push…slowly at first but, even as the boy’s whimpers grew in volume, he sensed that Tommy had, instinctively, relaxed his sphincter and pushed out like he was pooping. He was a true natural. Kyle took the opportunity and shoved his fat boner balls deep into the tightest, sweetest boycunt on planet earth. Tommy’s ear-shattering scream didn’t distract from Kyle’s pleasure one bit–in fact, it added significantly to it. He had finally achieved every pedo’s wet dream and had lodged his stiff akdere escort rod in a little virgin boy’s cherry anus. He was a fucking MAN and he felt like it. The way the boy wriggled and whimpered underneath him only added to the pleasure he felt in his mega-aroused, titanium stiff erection, which was now wrapped in the tight, hot love tunnel of his own precious boy. And while he knew what the answer would be, he still took a moment to ask, “Is that OK, champ?” Tommy had been stunned at first, but he had to admit that the “full” feeling he had back there was actually Not Terrible, so he nodded in the affirmative. His pecker was throbbing, too–more proof that he was loving it. And although the man had made his bottom hole burn at first, that feeling was starting to fade. “Please, daddy,” he whispered, “fuck me.” Kyle was eager to comply and began thrusting into the boy’s tight butt…slowly at first before building to a faster, harder rhythm. The sensations were incredible. Every time the sensitive underside of his substantial cockhead clipped the boy’s prostate, Tommy let out a yelp of pleasure and Kyle let out an “UNGH” of satisfaction.” “Oh UNGH…Tommy UNGH…you’re UNGH…such UNGH…a UNGH…good UNGH…boy!” Kyle wanted it to last longer–he really did. But he’d been waiting a lifetime to fuck a preteen boy, and the one who’d opened his slot to him tonight was so eager and so sexy and, at the moment, actually seemed to be pushing backward to get more of the man’s hard cock up his butt. Kyle knew he had hit the jackpot. He made it maybe three minutes in the boy’s butt, thrusting and pulling and making the race car bed shake to its breaking point. “OH TOMMY…OH TOMMY…YOU’RE SUCH A GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD BOY” Kyle’s bull balls exploded and his cock throbbed in his little lover’s tight butthole; he collapsed onto the boy’s little frame, pushing his hairy, sweaty body into the boy as his dong spurted his love goo all over the boy’s tormented prostate. By the end of his thrashing, heaving orgasm, he was totally on top of the boy and the boy was pushed totally into the mattress; the pillows and even the teddy bear had been squished under their combined weight. Tommy, for his part, had actually felt the man’s hot goo squirting inside him–jet after jet of hot spurts in his belly. The sensation made his own little peepee come alive with yet another round of sweet boy spasms, intensified this time by about a million because the man’s penis had been so big and relentless against that secret spot inside him. And then the way the man bellowed and called him a good boy…Tommy went right over the edge microseconds after Kyle’s explosion had started to fill the boy’s rectum with man seed. So, there they were. A sweaty, sticky pile of man-boy love, both breathing heavy and practically weeping from their totally over-the-top orgasms. The bed was a mess–probably broken.But their bond had been sealed for life. Kyle had taken the boy’s cherry and marked his territory, impregnating the sweet boy with a hot load of pedo semen that would mean the boy would belong to him forever as his first (though not last) adult lover. He allowed his softening penis to withdraw from Tommy’s gaped anus with a quiet popping sound, then inspected the damage. Tommy’s once tiny anus was gaping–the size of a quarter now instead of looking like a sideways dime–and leaking the man’s liquid love, which was oozing all down the boy’s soft, pale inner thighs. The boy was practically catatonic, but he was soooo happy–getting fucked was so cool! He felt like such a big boy! And he was IN LOVE with his daddy! There was nothing…NOTHING he wouldn’t do for the man. Kyle pulled the boy’s sweet face to his own and ran his finger’s through Tommy’s tousled hair. He planted a wet kiss on the boy’s pouty lips that, as far as he was concerned, could have lasted forever. But, at last, he pulled away to ask the boy the killer question. “So, Tommy…did you like our little game?” “Oh, daddy, it was AWESOME!!! When can we play again???” *** I’ll continue this series, but I have a few ideas for new stories about other sweet boys, too. Stay tuned!