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OLIVER’S SPECIAL SECRET (M/b, incest)
by
N.

I wouldn’t say my thoughts about Oliver had ever been completely pure. 
But until my supposed wife deserted us for her boss (or, rather, his 
bank-balance and credit cards) I’d always assumed it would be a case of 
“look but don’t touch” with my own son. But it was in the weeks 
following her departure last summer that my true feelings for little 
Ollie began to emerge.

It wasn’t just seeing Ollie naked everyday that began to stoke my lust 
but, also, those little things that go with looking after a five year 
old. Easing down his brightly coloured underpants as I got him ready for 
bed, gazing between his legs as I tied his shoelaces, surreptitiously 
watching his hand slip down to his crotch when he was bored during our 
shopping trips - the list could be endless. But it was the erections 
that tipped me over the edge. Every morning as I helped him out of his 
pyjamas he’d blithely fondle his stiff little “tinkle”, completely 
unaware of how urgent the sight would make my own erection and how 
desperately I’d yearn for his evening bath. All day, every day, I’d 
count down the hours until I could soap his tiny body with my bare hands 
- lingering just a little too long as I pulled back the foreskin on his 
cute rubbery hard-on and lathered his shiny red glans. 

Even then though, I thought I could resist the temptation by relieving 
the tension myself. I’d lie naked in bed, masturbating to the brink of 
orgasm again and again while I pictured Ollie holding my cock in both 
hands as he sucked furiously on my dribbling glans. His slim pale body 
would be crouched between my knees as I ran my fingers through his fair 
hair. As my semen erupted he’d start to swallow noisily until he had to 
break-off for air, my last jet of sticky cream plastering his freckled 
cheeks while a trickle of cum oozed from the corner of his mouth. The 
thought of Ollie then looking up from his task, his hazel eyes glinting 
as he flashed his cute gap-toothed smile at me  was usually enough to 
send me over the edge. 

Before long though I was using Ollie’s underpants to soak up what seemed 
like the torrent of cream in his honour - everything from his “Jurassic 
Park” cotton briefs to the “Barney” nylon y-fronts found their way from 
the laundry basket to around my shaft. But I still remember the exact 
moment I realised that fantasy wouldn’t be enough. 

Standing naked over the laundry basket in the dark I felt my pulsing 
cock and pictured Ollie’s hot breath on my glans as he opened his mouth 
wide to take it. Beginning to shake with lust I switched the landing 
light off and crept towards Ollie’s door. I could easily make out his 
sleeping form in the half-darkness. He was on his side facing me as I 
crouched by the bed and whispered “Ollie” four or five times. Then, with 
my heart pounding, I  slipped my right hand under the duvet and fumbled 
for the waist-band of his pyjama trousers. As my fingers crept under the 
material he stirred slightly - I froze for several seconds and then 
eased my hand out. Still kneeling on the floor I drew in several large 
silent breaths and tried again. This time Ollie stayed still. As my 
fingers reached his limp little pecker I felt a surge of excitement, my 
swollen dick jumping as if it was on a lead. 

Almost not daring to breath I found the tip of my little boy’s cock and 
began gently rubbing with my thumb and forefinger. Slowly, imperceptibly 
at first, Ollie’s cock grew stiff to my touch. Increasing the pace 
slightly I felt him stir and begin to turn on his back - a sudden intake 
of breath told me he was awake. “It’s OK Ollie, it’s only Daddy” I 
whispered as soothingly as I could.
“Daddy? What are..” murmured Ollie, trying to sit up.
“Everything’s OK Ollie-bear” I said , easing him back down with my free 
hand. Still pulling  his foreskin back and forth I added “Daddy’s giving 
you a special tinkle-tickle”. 
For several seconds there was silence but then I felt Ollie’s body relax 
slightly and his prick begin to stiffen again. Sounding more confident 
than I was I stopped masturbating him and whispered, “Why don’t we go to 
Daddy’s bed? There’s more space there Ollie-bear”.
“Can I sleep in your bed Daddy?” came the reply.
“Of course you can - we’ll keep each other company”.
“Can I sleep in your bed all of the night?” he asked, seemingly 
oblivious to my hand down his waistband.
“All of the night” I reassured him. “Just stay still a little while” I 
added, removing my hand and pushing back the duvet. In silence I eased 
Ollie’s pyjama trousers down, away from his ankles and then picked him 
up - his stiff little pecker bobbing against my lower stomach.

As we entered the light of my room I lay Ollie on the bed, aware that 
his eyes were glued to my erection. Sitting beside him I leant forward 
and planted a long kiss on his lips, exchanging a smile with him as my 
fingers reached his cock once again. For at least a couple of minutes I 
worked on his little dick, pausing only to fondle his balls and kiss him 
as his hips began to push at my short downward strokes. As his cheeks 
began to flush and his breath became shorter I increased the rhythm, 
moving my fingers down the base of his two inches as I repositioned 
myself and brought my lips down to his bobbing glans. Several long sucks 
and my tongue rasping around his knob were all it took to set Ollie’s 
shuddering, his body rigid as the spasm of bliss elicited a tiny 
whimper. Finally he subsided as I gave his tiny tool one more suck. 

“Did you like getting your tinkle tickled Ollie-bear?”.
“Yes Daddy”, he said simply, his right hand already resting on his 
glistening, hairless genitals.
“Good. Now I’ve given you a very, very secret special tinkle-tickle will 
you give me one?”.
“Yeah Daddy” came the more positive response. 

Barely able to contain my lust I positioned Ollie on the floor and used 
my hands to guide his to my aching shaft. After I’d showed him how to 
masturbate me he gave a few hesitant  rubs and then easily found the 
rhythm I wanted. He gazed intently at my knob as his tiny hands ran up 
and down my upper shaft. As my hands guided his lips to my knob he 
opened his mouth wide and started to suck noisily. His wanking was 
inevitably out of synch with his sucking but the feel of his teeth and 
tongue were ending pulses of bliss through my prick while his warm 
saliva was teasing my tool as it trickled down to my balls. Now it was 
my turn to start pushing my dick up at his mouth, upsetting his rythm 
but bringing me closer and closer to the brink. 

I was desperate to shoot my wad down his throat but I knew he wouldn’t 
be expecting it. Still bucking my hips I toyed with the idea of forcibly 
holding his face down while my cream erupted but had visions of him 
choking. With an effort of willpower I told him to stop and eased his 
head up with both hands. Ollie looked up at me quizzically but broke 
into a cheeky grin as I leant forward and kissed him on the nose. He 
didn’t even ask what I was doing as I got him to kneel over the edge of 
the by the bed and moved behind him. 

“Just relax Ollie-bear” I whispered, “I’m just going to give you a 
bottom tickle”. He jumped a little bit as I began to run my glans up and 
down the cleft between his small rounded little buns but then relaxed as 
I soothed his hair with my left hand. Almost at the brink I eased his 
tiny buttocks open and spread my knees further to get to the right 
height. Looking down I gently guided my prick up and down until I felt 
scalding little anus around the tip. Breathing as shallowly as I could 
to avoid blowing my wad immediately I prodded very delicately at his 
puckering anus, all the while squeezing and nursing my erection. Just a 
few strokes of my hand and the feel of Ollie’s buns on my glans was all 
it took. As the ecstasy began to erupt in my loins I held my little 
boy’s hips and gave one final prod that made him catch his breath. For 
several blissful seconds I rode the wonderful spasms for as long as I 
could. And then the spunk flew from my rigid knob and straight into the 
entrance of Ollie’s hot little hole. The surprise of my steaming wad 
made him jump but I held him in place as jet after jet of thick, sticky 
semen plastered his hole and began trickling between his legs and down 
his thighs. “Good boy, good boy” I soothed, squeezing the length of my 
shaft for the last few drops of goo.

After letting my bloated member fall from between his buns, I sat on the 
edge of the bed and cuddled him in my lap. With a long, lingering kiss 
on his lips I looked down into his slightly bemused eyes. Stroking his 
hair I wondered what to say next. But it was Ollie who broke the 
silence. “Daddy......can you tickle my tinkle again?”

End.


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