LITTLE MICHAEL


                              by John P

                           Copyright© 2011


My blood-sucking ex has the house, most of my money and the car I
saved hard to buy. The only good thing that came from our union
from hell was Michael, my son. He's the cutest little thing and
he always has a ready smile and a big hug for Daddy. I get him on
the weekends and it's made all the more pleasant by the fact that
it galls my bitch ex considerably to have to concede anything to
me.

Michael's 5 now, a pleasant little boy with dark hair, brown eyes
and a cheery disposition. He's really no trouble at all and he is
the only light in my otherwise desperate existence. My tiny flat
has only the one bedroom so he sleeps in my bed when he stays
with me and my heart just melts when I look at his angelic face
as he sleeps. His underpants cover his tiny bottom and that makes
my mind wander off to when I was Michael's age and I used to stay
with Dad. I was 6 at the time, I think, and I used to sleep in my
father's bed too.

Mum had died and Dad was inconsolable so I'd gone to his bedroom
and we'd cried together. I'd slept with Dad's arm around me all
night and I'd felt so safe, so warm, and in the morning, Dad's
stiffy was poking between my legs as we spooned. His underpants
were tented out between my legs and it felt kind of nice feeling
his shaft between my bum-cheeks.

Once he woke up, he realised where his cock was and withdrew at
once, saying he had to pee. I watched the bulge as he walked
around the bed and towards the bathroom. I had to pee too so I
followed him and watched that massive thing as he held it and
finally shook off the drops. Seeing that was to have a great
effect on me in the future.

We showered together and he washed my hair and then my body, but
when I was facing him, I couldn't stop staring at his now flaccid
cock. It was almost 5-inches long and quite thick, and I remember
wondering why he had a foreskin and I didn't have one the same.
Unknown to me, he was watching me watching him and his cock was
starting to lengthen.

Then he'd asked if I wanted to wash him and I'd said yes. I'd
taken the soap and lathered my hands and gone straight to his
cock, feeling it harden as I soaped it, generating lots of
bubbles. When I'd got more soap on my hands, I'd washed the big
ball-sac, feeling the two big balls inside move around as my
fingers played with them. Dad had groaned then and I'd looked up
into his face, thinking I was hurting him, but he'd held my head
gently and said just to stroke his cock. I'd had to use both
hands because his cock was so big around.

He'd showed me how by putting his hands over mine and moving
them, and once I'd got the pressure right, he'd just said,
"Faster, Bill." Within seconds, his body had gone rigid and he'd
shot white stuff all over my chin and chest, hot white stuff, and
I'd about to stop because of the shock but he'd said quickly,
"Keep going, Bill, please!" and I'd continued the movements. His
cock had been jerking in my hand and I'd been watching gob after
gob of his hot white stuff spraying all over me.

Once the shooting had stopped, he'd held my hands still and, once
the pressure was off, so to speak, I'd then started to explore
his genitals more fully. Blue veins were everywhere on it and I'd
compared it to my own tiny willy which had become hard, though I
hadn't known why.

Dad had knelt down in front of me then and had played with my
tiny willy with his fingers, and after a short while, I'd had a
most pleasant feeling and he'd caught me in his strong hands
before I'd fallen over. When I asked Dad what happened, he simply
said, "You had a cum, Bill, just like Dad." I hadn't understood
then of course but I'd remembered it always from that day on.
Then he'd cleaned the white stuff off me and had dried us both.

That night, he'd gone to bed naked and he'd said I should too,
"just like a big boy," and with my back to him, his cock had gone
between my legs again, tight up under my balls and poking out in
front of me. He'd put my hand on his big knob and he'd made
fucking motions between my tightly closed legs until he'd shot
the white stuff again, all into the palm of my hand. Then he'd
brought my hand up to his mouth and had licked the white stuff
off, although most of it had gone on the sheets in front of me.

This had become a regular occurrence over the next couple of
years
and I'd come to view it as no more than helping Dad, but he would
"help" me too, often sucking on my little willy till I got the
nice feelings again. I had returned the favour many times but it
had taken a while to get used to the white stuff shooting into my
mouth and I'd had to learn to swallow or drown in it. These were
the practices we both learned to enjoy and it had made our lives
more tolerable in the unavoidable absence of Mum.



Michael's breathing is soft and regular, and his dark hair spills
over his brow. His lips, soft and pink, purse now and then as he
dreams and I realise how lucky I am. He is healthy and happy, and
I stroke his brow, feeling his warm skin and marvelling at the
fineness of his hair. Then I get ready for bed and join him,
cuddling him and kissing him goodnight.

The next day, we're up early and while I make breakfast, I ask
what he'd like to do today. He tells me there are new things to
play on in the local park and when he asks if we can go, I say
sure. It's a nice day and the weather man has told us on TV that
rain won't arrive till tonight. I quite like going to the park
when I'm alone and horny because there are glory holes in the
toilets and I like to take what's on offer from other horny men.

We go to the park about 10 o'clock and Michael plays on
everything with the other kids who have discovered the new things
there. I watch as they play and can't help but notice an
11-year-old girl who has nice tiny tits and keeps swinging upside
down on a cross bar, showing off her maturing figure and the
knickers which hug her pronounced pubis. She keeps glancing at
me, I'm sure to see if I'm still watching and, of course, I am.

The little minx is flashing me and my cock is stirring in an
alarming manner. I want to kiss the pussy she wants me to notice,
to lick it and make her cum. I want to kiss her lips and thrust
my tongue into her little mouth while my cock tries its best to
get her pregnant. I want to hear her grunt and groan as I have my
wicked way with her, and I want to hear, "Yes, Daddy, fuck me!"
as I thrust as deep as I can and fill her with my hot spunk.

'Jesus, Bill, get a grip of yourself!' I think, and she watches
me shuffle around on the park bench to make my very stiff cock
more comfortable in my pants. I'm sure I see a sly smile on her
lips; yes, she's certainly learnt how to attract a man. Do they
learn that or is it instinct? Was that how I finished up with the
girl who was to become my ex? Does the possibility of sex
automatically turn off the sense switch in my brain when pussy is
presented?

When Michael comes running up to me, I reluctantly leave the
sight of the little girl who is now pushing her knickers to one
side to show me her bare pussy.

"I need to pee, Dad," he says and I take him towards the public
toilets. My mind is still full of her tiny pussy and my erection
is making it difficult to walk. I'm imagining the taste of that
pre-teen pussy and the effect she would experience once I touched
her clitoris with the tip of my tongue. Damn, I'm going to have a
stiff cock all day and that little girl is the reason. I've had
no girlfriend for ages and my only sexual companion has been my
right hand.

When we get to the toilets, I take him into one of the cubicles,
and once he's facing the bowl, I pull down his shorts. God, he's
got a lovely little bum. I'm kneeling behind him and looking over
his shoulder as I reach for his little willy. I take it in my
fingers and I'm sure it did a little lurch. As I hold it for him,
he starts to pee and a movement to my left drags my attention to
a cock poking through the glory hole. It's a gorgeous specimen,
long and thick and I lick my lips at the prospect. But Michael is
here and I wonder what I should do.

Michael notices it too and is absorbed by the sight. "Shall I
lick it?" I whisper to my son, pretending that it's a trick we're
going to play, and he nods. Michael's finished peeing but I leave
his shorts around his ankles as I shuffle us around so that we're
both facing the stranger's cock. I lick the knob as my son
watches and then I move his head so that he can do it too. Wow!
Watching a 5-year-old licking an adult cock is the most arousing
of sights and while he continues to do it, I work on dropping my
pants, pushing them to my ankles.

My cock is stiff and pushing between Michael's legs so he opens
them wider and, thinking about my activities with my own dad, I
push my cock between them so my shaft presses up against his
little balls and my knob is visible in front of him. I take his
hand and place it on my knob, and he feels around it, fingers
playing with the pre-cum that makes my knob slippery.

I take the stranger's knob in my mouth and suck him, and I get
Michael to stroke his shaft with his free hand. I start to fuck
my little boy, pushing his legs together so that I can get
friction on my cock. I'm so excited and I know I'm going to cum
so I suck harder on the stranger's knob, then leave Michael to
keep wanking him while keeping my mouth wide open.

The man cums, spraying his spunk over my nose and lips, and
Michael is startled at what's happening. I cum too, filling my
son's palm with his daddy's hot spunk. I hold Michael's little
hips as I shoot my sperm, taking the stranger's cock completely
in my mouth to get the last shots straight on my tongue. Michael
watches his daddy taking the stranger's white stuff in his mouth
and wonders what it is. When his daddy licks the man's cock clean
of the cum, the little boy watches as the cock withdraws from the
hole and then follows it with his eyes as the man zips up and
walks away.

Meanwhile, I've finished spunking into Michael's hand and I take
his hand, bring it to my mouth and lick off the hot spunk I've
just shot there. Most of it went on the floor but there's enough
still left on my little boy's hand for me to savour before I
swallow. He watches me intently and I'm about to clean the drops
of spunk from my knob when I decide to offer some to him. He
licks my fingers when I scoop the dribbles and offer them to him,
and he pauses to study the taste before he looks at me, and then
he swallows.

We need to get out of there so I clean Michael's inner thighs of
any sign of my spunk and dress us quickly. When we leave, I head
back to where the kids are still playing so that Michael may just
forget what we've done. When we get back to the bench we were
sitting on, some lucky man about 40 is taking the 11-year-old
girl into the bushes and I see her hand go to his crotch just
before they disappear from view. I want to follow them and
perhaps join in the act they are about to engage in but I have to
stay to look after Michael.

I look at my watch and see that it's lunch-time so I suggest to
Michael that we go to Granddad's to eat. He welcomes this idea
although my main purpose is to ask Dad's advice on how to stop
Michael from telling anybody what we did in the public toilets.
My brother Steve will be at work and Dad will be pleased as punch
to see Michael again.

When we get there, I use the emergency key so that if Dad's
having a nap, we don't wake him up. To that end, I shush Michael
and we enter quietly, me pushing my son in before me. I hear
noise coming from the living room and head that way, guiding
Michael before me. When I open the door to the living room,
Michael sees it all. It's too late now. I can't usher him out and
pretend he hasn't seen it.

Dad and Steve are on the floor, naked, with Dad flat on his back
and my brother riding his big cock. They can't see us because
Steve has his back to us and Dad can't see past Steve's body. I
watch and Michael watches too as they rut, Steve raising and
lowering himself on Dad's big cock. Dad moans, "Oh Steve, what a
lovely bum. You're so tight!" and I find I'm getting hard
watching them. My son is watching the performance too, even
though he's not sure what he is actually seeing.

"Dad! Dad! Fuck me hard... harder... harder!" and Dad starts to
bang him, his hips leaving the floor as he tries to go deeper
inside my brother. I need sex again but I can't leave Michael
alone and gate-crash their rutting so I decide we'll do our own
thing. I strip his clothes off and play with his little willy,
making it hard, and he continues to watch what his uncle and
granddad are doing. He stops briefly to see what I'm doing when
he suddenly feels something hot and wet envelop his willy and he
finds I've taken his willy into my mouth and I'm sucking on it.

It would seem very interesting to an onlooker; two men are
fucking on the floor and another man is kneeling as he sucks the
little willy of a small boy. Once Michael has seen the cause of
his warm feeling, he watches again as 2 of his relatives continue
to fuck with abandon. They are so engrossed with what they're
doing that they still don't know we're here. I undress myself and
must have made some noise because my brother turns his head and
witnesses his nephew getting his willy sucked.

Seeing that it's nothing to worry about, he returns his attention
to Dad who is about to explode inside him. Dad's grunting and
moaning is becoming louder and he says loudly, "I'm cumming,
Steve, cumming... feel the spunk, feel it..." and he bucks his
hips up one last time and holds that position. Steve gasps,
"Ohhhh!" as Dad's spunk begins to shoot from his sizable cock
into my brother, pulsing as each gob of his white hot cum pumps
into him, spraying the walls of his rectum.

Michael seems to be fascinated with what's unfolding before him
and doesn't really notice my hand as I stroke his little bottom.
I stop sucking his willy and I open his legs a bit wider so that
I can put my cock between his legs again, tight up under his tiny
balls. He puts his hand on my knob without being told and he rubs
it with his palm.

I watch Dad's spunk tube under his big cock as he creams Steve
and my brother moves up slightly so that the last of his father's
spunk will be deposited near his anus. I know what this means;
he's done it before. Somebody will be licking his bum-hole,
sucking out the potent spunk that has been pumped into him. It's
usually me who does it but I have an idea.

When Dad has stopped cumming and his cock begins to soften, Steve
looks over at me and says, "You want some?" and he's waiting for
me to crawl up behind him and lick his bum-hole when Dad's cock
is pushed out. I go over but I take Michael with me. While my
little boy watches me, I lick a bit of spunk that's running out
of my brother's gaping hole. When I offer the hole to him,
Michael's tiny tongue comes out and he licks a gob of sperm
that's about to fall out of the wide open anus.

Dad wriggles out from under Steve and sits up to watch his
grandson, 5 years old, lick his hot spunk from his son's
well-fucked hole. Seeing this act, Dad reaches out and plays with
Michael's willy, making it stiff, and after only seconds, he
takes the tiny member into his mouth, toying with the little
boy's tiny grape-sized balls.

Steve's looking over his shoulder at me and tells me he hasn't
cum yet and he says it in a meaningful manner. I am to receive my
brother's prick. He's going to fuck me hard and probably hurt me
but I'm not going to have a choice about the matter. He'll make
me go down on my hands and knees, then my head will go down to
the carpet and my bum will be high in the air, ready for him to
make his assault.

He's still on his hands and knees, enjoying Michael's tongue, and
Dad is encouraging the boy to push his tongue deeper into his
uncle's 'boy pussy' as Dad likes to call it. I have to get my
hole wet before Steve thrusts into me to reduce the pain I'm
certain to have. I get to my hands and knees and back up to where
Steve can lick my bum-hole and leave lots of saliva to aid his
entry. His tongue penetrates my hole and it feels so good, so
exciting, and when Michael finishes sucking spunk, he moves
forward to take his place behind me. My legs are open wide and
I'm bracing myself for my brother's onslaught.

My son watches in awe as his daddy waits for the cock to
penetrate him. I hold Michael's hand as he watches Uncle Steve
spit into his hand and then rub saliva over his stiff cock.

"Come here, little man, and put my cock into Daddy's bum," says
Steve and Michael grips the big thing and presents it to my
bum-hole. "Daddy likes this, Michael. Do you want to do it first,
Michael? Do you want to please Daddy?"

He nods and Steve moves aside, bringing my son behind me. He's
standing but he can reach my hole from that position. When Steve
takes Michael's stiff willy and brings it to my hole, I'm
thrilled. My little boy is going to fuck me!!

"Push in now, Michael," says Steve and my little boy penetrates
me. Wow! I can feel it. My brother moves my son's hips back and
forth, kneeling behind him with his big thick cock running along
the little boy's bum-crack, keeping it hard for when it's his
turn inside me. "That's it, Michael, fuck Daddy. Make him feel
good. Daddy loves dick in his boy-pussy, don't you, Daddy?" and I
answer, "Yes, Michael. Do it hard."

The little boy goes faster until he collapses, shaking with the
feelings of his dry cum, and almost falling over. Dad catches him
and they both watch as Steve lines his cock up, pressing  his big
knob against my sphincter. He looks at Michael and asks, "Shall I
make Daddy feel good like you did? Do you want Daddy to have
Uncle Steve's big cock?" and my son simply nods and says yes.

Steve pushes in me and I push out with my sphincter so that his
big knob can force its way in me. Michael's eyes widen as my
brother's cock pushes into me and soon his daddy is fully
impaled. When his Uncle Steve begins to fuck his daddy, my son
watches my reaction and Steve arouses me further by talking to
Michael.

"Daddy likes Uncle Steve to fuck him, don't you, Daddy? Daddy
likes cock, Michael. He liked your cock too."

I have to play along and so I say, teeth gritted, "I love your
cock, Michael. It felt real good. Will you do it again sometime?"

My darling little boy smiles and says, "Yes, Daddy, I will," and
lies down next to me on the floor to kiss me. I'm kissing my
son's lips as his uncle fucks hard into me and my hips are held
fast so I can't escape. He's banging me and I'm panting but I
have enough breath to ask Michael to stroke my cock.

Steve's fucking me with long strokes and Michael's wanking me but
Dad crawls underneath me from the other side so that my cock is
at his lips. My son has worked out what will happen and knows
that Dad is going to swallow the spunk that I shoot out. He wanks
me faster and harder, and it's only going to be seconds before
Steve is going to cum in me.

My brother shouts that he's cumming and that sets me off. I begin
to cum and Dad has his mouth wide open to catch all that I spurt.
Steve's cumming too, his cock jerking inside my rectum, spewing
his potent sperm far up inside me. Our bodies shudder as each of
us ride our orgasm and Michael's watching my spunk as it splashes
on Dad's lips and chin. My brother pulls back slightly so that
there is plenty of his spunk left near the entrance to my hole
and his cock stops its jerking, just dribbling the last of his
seed into me.

Michael helps Dad to scoop up the spunk that missed his mouth,
feeding it to him and having a taste himself. Dad licks my cock,
cleaning the knob with his tongue and sucking on the shaft to
ensure that all has been drained out of me.

Steve carefully pulls his cock out of my bum-hole and I'm
required to turn around and clean it. Michael watches as his
daddy takes his uncle's cock and laves it, cleaning it of
remaining spunk and the juices that came from his rectum.

When I've made him clean, I have to stand and bend over a chair.
Dad kneels behind me and Michael stands next to him and they both
take turns licking my bum-hole as spunk begins to run out of my
gaping hole.

"Look, Michael, see what Uncle Steve pumped into Daddy's
boy-pussy," says my dad, opening my hole wider so that my little
boy can see the spunk inside.

I have to say that Michael's tiny little tongue forced into my
hole is a most thrilling feeling and I look forward to getting
more of it in the future. Once they've finished with me, I lie on
the floor and bring my son on top of my face and then lower him
down so that his tiny pink pucker is directly over my mouth. I
force the tip of my tongue into his bum-hole and he wriggles
delightfully at the sensations he experiences, and Dad and Steve
watch his obvious enjoyment while pinching his tiny nipples
gently and kissing his lips.

When we're finished and lying in a heap together, Dad talks to
Michael and says he can join our 'club' but nobody must ever
know. When he's asked if he wants to be in our 'club', he smiles
and says, "Yes, Granddad. Will I be able to have a willy in my
bum too when I get bigger?"

Granddad smiles and cups the boy's chin in his hand. "Oh yes,
Michael. You certainly will."


END