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oriented material concerning an adult and a child.  If you are not of

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   Zack and Me

   Zack needed a Daddy.  His Mom, Janice, was a total waste, 27 years old,
mentally still a child, slightly overweight, and confused.  She could
barely hold a job and neglected her child without even realizing she was
doing so.  She just wasn't always in touch with reality.  Zack, on the
other hand, was alert, well developed, and starving for love.  I met Janice
when I stopped for gas and went in to pick up a six.  She was working the
counter and could barely make proper change.  I noticed a picture of a kid
taped to the side of her register.  He looked about 9 - just a little young
for my tastes.



   "Who's the cute kid?" "That's my boy." `What's he, about 9?" "Was when I
took the picture.  He's 11 now." Hmm, instantly I was interested, very
interested.  I paid for my six and started out the door.  I paused and
looked back in.  "Say, you think he'd be interested in earning a little
money?  My car's filthy." "You want him to wash it?" "Yeah, if he's up to
it.  I'd pay him $20." I saw her dull eyes light up just as I had hoped.

   Janice got on the phone and called him.  Two minutes conversation and
she wrote down an address and handed it to me.  "His name's Zack.  He's
waiting for you." I felt Rodney jump.  Oh, Rodney lives in my pants.  He's
my dick.  I spend my life supporting him.  He's a demanding bastard.  Ten
minutes later I pulled up beside a 30 year old trailer that had definitely
seen better days.  I did notice the grass around it had been recently mowed
and there was no trash laying around other than a scrap heap of a car with
dry rot flat tires and faded paint.  Then I saw a boy.  My god, a gorgeous
boy.  Eleven years old, Zack was blond but had a decent tan.  He wore jeans
that looked a little snug on him, high top black sneakers, a grey t-shirt
that had once been white, and a baseball cap worn backwards.  That and a
big smile.  A slender boy, Zack stood about 5 feet tall.  He was beautiful.
Full lips, well-shaped nose, ears lying flat against his young head, eyes
that sparkled with his smile.  Rodney wanted to kiss him.  Rodney's like
that and damn if I can control him.

   "You Zack?" "Yeah.  Mommy said you needed me to wash your car.  You
really pay me $20?" I nodded and smiled back at the boy.  "Wow.  Thanks.  I
really need the cash and I promise I'll do a good job..." He babbled on for
a minute, climbing into the passenger seat.  I wanted to hug him but
partially ignored him and headed the half hour drive to my house.  I let
him sit there, probably wondering where we were going.

   We drove up the hills to my neighborhood, not the greatest area but
miles ahead of what the child was used to seeing.  I parked just outside
the garage and helped set up the washing materials.  I left him to work and
went inside.  I watched out the window as the boy stripped off his faded
t-shirt and went to work.  OK, I admit it.  I jacked off looking at him and
hoped we could get something going but didn't want to rush it.  Half an
hour later Zack knocked on my side door.  "I'm done.  You wanna take a
look?" I followed him and inspected his work, pointing out a couple of
places he's missed.  "You're all sweaty.  You need a shower.  Come on in."

   I took the kid to my bathroom off my bedroom.  I showed him how to
operate the multi-faucet shower and left him to it.  I could hear him
singing, obviously enjoying the experience.  The moment I heard the water
shut off I was there.  "I forgot to get you a towel." I opened the shower
door with a fluffy white towel in hand.  My heart jumped when I saw that
his dick was standing up hard and proud.  He instantly covered himself with
both hands and blushed red.  The split second I was able to see it showed
it was maybe 4 inches long, slender, and cut.  "No worries, Zack.  I'm a
guy, too.  You don't need to hide yourself from me." His shoulders dropped
a bit and I saw him relax a bit.  "Yeah, but it got hard." "What got hard?
Your dick?" He nodded.  "Zack, that's nothing to hide.  Here, let me see
it." He looked confused.  "You want to see my dick?" "Sure.  It's no big
thing.  All boys and men have dicks.  Don't you want to see mine?" He
looked up at me curiously.

   "You mean you'd let me see yours?" I nodded.  "Sure I would.  All boys
and men are curious about other guys, didn't you know that?" I don't think
he did.  "Wait.  Zack, you don't have a Daddy, do you?" He looked down, at
last dropping his hands to his sides.  His pretty little dick dropped at
the same time, shriveling to its sleeping state.  He shook his head.  "I
never had a Dad." I saw him shudder a bit, wondering if he was near to
crying.  I reached for him and took the naked boy into my arms and hugged
him, keeping my hands to his shoulders and upper back.  We hugged.  I took
his head in my hands and tilted his face up to me.  I gently kissed his
lips.  They felt cool and soft.  I let the kiss linger.  We broke the kiss
but he didn't pull away.  "Do you need a Daddy, Zack?" He burst into tears
and pulled me to him, laying his wet head on my chest.  We held each other
for a moment.  I felt his dick rise up and press against my leg.

   I lead the child to my bed and sat beside him, his little dick sticking
up straight.  I desperately wanted to take it in my mouth and make love to
it.  I held back, knowing I had to restrain myself.  My arm wrapped around
his shoulders hugging him to me.  "Would you like to be my boy?" He looked
up at me.  I could see the struggle within him.  I knew he feared being
hurt but longed to believe.  He crawled into my lap and looked up at me. 
"Would you kiss me again?" I lowered my lips to his and kissed him.  He
wrapped his arms around my neck and pressed against me with building
passion.  I knew he felt my cock pushing against his bare legs.

   "Zack, I think you and I can be Daddy and son if you want us to be.  But
I can't do that if your Mommy says no.  And I have to tell you, I don't
know her and I don't really think I would want to live w ith her." "You
want me to live with you, Daddy?" Damn.  He called me Daddy.  I wanted to
eat him alive.



   Two weeks later Zack was putting away the new clothes we had bought for
him.  We'd decorated his new room in a soccer theme, his bed laying against
the wall with a colorful goal surrounding it.  I could easily afford the
$250 a month I pay his mom.  She had taken only a couple of days to decide
to "rent" him to me.  She hadn't given up custody yet but the extra money
was being used to buy drugs.  It wouldn't be long before she forgot about
him all together.  I still had done nothing to challenge the boundaries. 
Zack liked being held and kissed and I hoped he would like doing all the
great things I had planned but I had to let him come to me.  My greatest
fear was that I would overstep some boundary and chase the boy away.



   My stepdad called on Friday asking if I could open up their mountain
house for them, they'd be coming back from Europe about the first of July.
Zack was out of school and was eager to go with me of course.  He'd become
my constant companion.  It was a four hour drive to Ashville then another
hour up the mountain to the lake.  Their mountain house sits on the 4th
green of a golf course, a swift running creek separating the properties. 
I'd bought Zack shorts to wear for the trip and a Speedo to wear for the
indoor pool at the complex.  We stopped for gas on the way and went in to
buy some junk food.  I saw Zack looking at Playboy magazines.  "You want me
to buy a Playboy for us?" "Would you, Daddy?" I bought the magazine, happy
to see him interested in the centerfold.  He leaned against me in the car
thumbing through the pages.  "Wow.  Look at that, Daddy." He kept pointing
out pictures that displayed girl's pussys.  "That make your dick hard,
son?" "Well, yeah, Daddy.  See?" He dropped the magazine down and showed me
the tent in his pants.  "Tell you what, son.  Slip off your shorts and you
can play with it.  It'll make the pics more enjoyable." "You mean it,
Daddy? I can play with it?" "Sure, son.  Here.  I'll show you how." My wet
dreams were about to come true.  He lifted up and shoved his shorts and
underwear to his ankles.  "Is it OK if I touch it?" I asked.  "Sure, Daddy.
You can touch it."

   I had his tiny dick in my hand.  It felt wonderful.  Two months before
his twelfth birthday, I had the boy half naked and I was touching his hard
little dick with his permission.  I gently rocked my hand, slowly
masturbating him.  I touched his tight ball sack, gently feeling the pea
sized contents.  I held his hard dick in my hand.  "That feels good, Daddy.
Do it some more." I wasn't about to stop.  Well, I wasn't about to stop
touching him.  I wanted to stop the car and eat him but I kept driving.  A
little later we reached the house.  A modified A-frame, the 4 bedroom 5
bath house was not exactly a little cabin in the woods.  It was a mansion.
I wished it were mine but it was far too remote for my tastes.  It would be
perfect for what I had planned.  We worked most of the afternoon on clean
up, dusting away cobwebs that had accumulated over the winter, washing and
replacing bed linens, all those things required to make the house ready. 
About 4 in the afternoon, we took a break.  "We're all sweaty.  Let's take
a shower."

   "Can we take one together, Daddy?"

   I held his naked body tightly against mine, his round butt globes in my
hands, our bodies slippery from soap, both of our dicks at full mast, his
against my leg, mine hitting him just above mid chest.  I bent and kissed
him, our tongues dancing together finally.  The boy was alone with me now,
alone well away from anyone, and he was mine.  His young body glistened
with the soapy water.  I lightly ran my hands over his back, down his ass,
down to his ankles.  My face was at his dick height.  I looked up into his
eyes and he nodded in understanding.  I took it in my mouth, crushing it
against the roof of my mouth with my tongue, circling the small head
lovingly.  Zack tilted his head back and shoved his pelvis against my face.
He moaned.  "Oh, Daddy.  Oh my god.  Unnnnnh" I thought the child was going
to cum instantly.  He slumped against the shower wall, holding onto my
head, pulling me with him.  "Oh, god, Daddy.  Oh god." He started humping,
pulled my head tighter against his crotch, fucking my mouth.  "Don't stop
Daddy, please don't stop, Daddy." I struggled to keep him from pulling out
too far, wanting to keep his pretty little dick in my mouth.  I clenched
his ass cheeks hard, one finger probing for his little brown button.  I
touched it.  He lurched forward, "UNNNNNNNNHHHHHH, Oh, Daddy, don't stop,
UNNNNHHHHHH" He spasmed twice more then his knees bent.  I knew he had cum.
There was no cum to taste so I knew it was a dry cum but at 11 years old I
guess that's normal.  I had sucked him off.  Now it was my turn.

   When he had recovered, I picked him up with hardly any effort he was so
small and carried his wet body to the bed, laying him on his back.  I
kissed his sweet lips, a slow loving kiss, then worked my way downward, his
neck, his shoulders, I kissed his little dime size nipples and lingered a
moment.  Then his stomach, licking inside his belly button....  then I
turned him over.  His back, his butt cheeks, his upper thighs...  I spread
open his cheeks and saw his boy pussy for the first time.  Pinkish brown,
hairless, and puckered.  I barely touched it with my tongue.  He jumped. 
"Is that OK, son?" "Yes, Daddy.  It just surprised me, that's all.  Are you
going to fuck me?" "What made you think that?" "I saw it in a magazine,
Daddy." "Do you want me to fuck you, son?" "Oh, yes, Daddy.  I want it very
much."

   Grabbing a tube of KY from my bag, I applied a generous glob to his
anus. He squirmed at bit at the cold.  More went on Rodney.  "Get up on
your knees and put your head down, son." He moved into position.  I
couldn't help but want to suck on his butthole again but knew I wouldn't
like the taste of the lotion.  I rubbed it with my index finger, probed
slightly, then slowly inserted my finger.  "Relax, son.  Make it feel like
you're going to pass a big turd.  That'll open it up for you." I probed
again and found it easy to stick my finger in him.  I held still for a
moment and let him relax.  Another finger, again letting him become
accustomed to the penetration.  Rodney could wait no longer.  I rubbed his
crack from bottom to top, back down again.  Three times I repeated the
route, then paused at his rosebud.

   "Ready, son?" "Yes, Daddy." I pushed at the tiny opening, Zack pushed
back as if taking a dump.  The head popped in.  "Oh, god, Daddy, stop!!!" I
paused.  Another few seconds and he was able to relax.  Another push, more
time to get used to the feeling.  "OK, son, this will be it." I plunged my
cock into the boy to the hilt.  He flinched.  "You OK, son?" "Yeah, I'm
fine, Daddy.  It really doesn't hurt like I thought it would." "I love you,
Zack." "I love you, too, Daddy." "Do you want me to fuck you?"

   "Yes, Daddy.  Fuck me."

   We stayed in the mountains for three days, finally going back home.  I
don't know how many times we made love but it was a lot.  On the third time
we fucked, we both had orgasms.  Zack no longer sleeps in his soccer bed.
He sleeps with his Daddy.  We haven't seen his Mommy in over a year now and
we never even talk about her any more.

   End