"Daddy!"

The whining cry of a running little boy broke the serenity of the forested get-away, overwhelming the sounds of birds chirping and distant laughter down at the lake shore. With Jenna in the camp house doing laundry and all three boys supposed to be swimming just past the wall of trees down the path, Dad was supposed to be getting some peace and quiet. No such luck.

Rousing himself from his half-slumber, my eyes met the image of their island camp escape. A small island covered in oak trees. The path ahead led to one of the two docks and the camp fire area. Behind him, the old, wooden house stood testament to fine construction, but poor paint. The air was fresh, the shade and breeze making the temperature perfect. The old water pump by my recliner reminded my of just how long this place had existed, though the house had running water now. Back behind the house was the heaviest grouping of trees with a little path running through it, off towards the second dock and where the geese liked to lay their eggs. The place was paradise.

Up the idyllic path stormed a bare-footed five year old by, leaving a trail of lake water and hissy fit in his wake. The grumpy brunette boy marched up to his father, pouting face on at maximum. With two clenched fists, a heaving chest, and a furrowed brow, he nearly shouted my honor-bound title again in front of me, taking me aback a bit. "Daddy!"

"What?!" I asked, trying hard not to be amused.

"Jordan and Matt are being mean! They made it a race to the water. But I wasn't ready. They keep calling me a rotten egg and pushing me." As far as little Jacob was concerned, we were at DEF CON 1. Life could not get much worse than being a rotten egg.

Suppressing a smile, I said the only thing I could think of. "Well, do you smell like a rotten egg?"

"No! I'm not a rotten egg!" he shouted at me. Jacob stomped his foot on the concrete patio. His blue swim trunks clung desperately to his little frame, refusing to go along with the boy's dramatic flourishes.

"Were you the last one in the lake?"

"Yes, but they tricked me." Jake held his ground, but his resolve was weakening to a superior logic.

"Then you might just be a rotten egg, little buddy."

"No!"

"Yes?"

"No!"

"Maybe?"

"No!"

With an attitude like that, probably was more like it. "Well, I guess we are going to have to double check."

"Huh?"

"Get over here, buddy." I leaned forward before Jake could pull away and dragged the writhing little boy up and into the chair with me. Though he struggled to get away, he was already giggling. As soon as his rear hit my pants, I wished I had found a towel, but paid it no mind. Too late now.

Hugging my youngest close, I drew him up so my lips were at his ear. "We gotta see if you are a rotten egg. Do you know how to know if an egg is rotten?" I tickled his sides a little to keep him off balance.

"No..." he managed, laughing too much to be able to think.

I snagged one of his arms and pulled it up, giving it a good strong snort. "Doesn't smell here..." I said, throwing his arm down, then dipping him into a laying position on my lap and sniffing his neck. "Not here either." Jake was uproarious at this, so I happily stuck my nose right between his open lips. "Funny breath, but not rotten egg yet!"

As we played, I kept one hand firmly on his stomach, a finger playing in his belly button. As the boy squirmed in my lap, it would be easy for him to throw himself to the ground. So I made a safety belt for him as I went.

Leaving his head dangling off my lap, I grabbed one of his feet. "Oh! This is smelly!" I declared. "Maybe you are a rotten egg after all!"

"I am not!" he shouted through heaving in air.

Rolling my little Jake around like a rag doll, I put him on his stomach and sniffed around his legs like a dog, tickling him as I went. I pressed my face on him, savoring the softness of his legs as I went, He smelled of nature all over, of fresh grass and lake breeze. He was driving me a little nuts in ways I had forgotten about.

My searching nose found its way up his skinny thigh to the hem of his swimsuit, still tightly clinging to his leg. Without hesitation, I peeled it open and stuck my head in. Ahead of me, my eyes found the white, clammy skin that never much saw the light of day. My eyes roamed over the back of his leg, and the plush cheeks with their own little dimples. Letting out a thunderous snort, I pushed my face against the junction of thigh and buttocks.

Jake was reaching back, trying to push my face away, crying out through laughter. But he was splayed across my legs down the lounge chair, unable to do much but wiggle. Before he could get anywhere, I pulled my head back out with a surprised, cartoonish expression on. "Ah hah! Maybe you are a rotten egg. Smells funny down here for sure!"

"Daddy! That's my bottom!" he squealed.

"If an egg is rotten, then that's where it will be smelliest!" I said. "Better get to the bottom of this!" I was awfully proud of the pun at the time.

My hands jumped onto Jake's sides, tickling him senseless before grabbing hold of his swim trunks and yanking them down quickly. Sunlight practically shone off of his perfect rump, the skin even whiter than the rest of him. Without hesitating, I grabbed my half-naked five year old son by the hips and buried my nose between his sweet little cheeks. I wiggled in until I could feel the tip of my nose touching his rosebud. After swimming in the lake, it was no surprise that it didn't smell like anything but lake water. I snorted and blew air across his tender entrance, making him wiggle and squirm and gasp. He was still laughing, but not as hard.

I slipped out. "Kinda smells like rotten egg in here, buddy. One last test though. You always know a rotten egg when you taste it!" And I dove back in, tongue first.

Jake's laughter turned quickly into whimpers. His thrashing changed to gentle wiggles. His every movement was in response to my tongue pressing into his ass, ever so carefully digging into the tight, yet pliable center. The other half of his body seemed frozen, uncertain of what was going on. But, undoubtedly, something nice. "Da...Daddy...?" he tried to make out.

My response was to lick harder, tongue him more. Something gave inside him and his anus let my tongue in. Shaking with strange stimulation, I felt my boy's ring accept me. I started thrusting my tongue in and out, making his muscles start to give in completely to my advances.

With one arm, I held my little boy's ass in the air. With the other, I snaked around between his legs. Just an inch long, Jake's little cocklet was as stiff as a boy his age could be. Taking it between two fingers, I started tugging away at it. That began to drive my tyke wild. He alternated between pushing his ass into my face and trying to fuck my fingers. His skinny hips couldn't decide which way to go. And I received no more complaints.

My boy's face was pressed into my crotch out of fatigue and overstimulation, but the sensation of his cheek stroking my cock-- even through my pants-- encouraged me on. I sealed my lips around the ass before me and tongue fucked my son without rhyme or reason, without any explanation of what he was experiencing. All Jake knew was the sensations, the glow of slick warmth inside him and the tense waves coming from the high-speed massage across his immature head and shaft. In my hands, my boy devolved into a state of euphoria, becoming a pile of gangly, hairless limbs draping down onto the lounge chair.

I picked up the speed, tugging on his cocklet with gusto and pushing my tongue into him as far as it would go. Cries of uncertain, dazed pleasure rolled from Jake's gasping mouth. Pressing, squeezing, and pushing, I assaulted him with all I had. A vibration began to take over his whole body, starting at his ass and spreading all over. Even the inch or so of boy cock flexed and twitched in my fingers, desperately trying to release something that would not come for some time.

It came upon him like a wave. His back arched, his thighs tensed, and he let out a squeal of shock. Hips bucking uncontrollably, my son came in my arms, with a part of me inside him. I barely managed to keep my mouth locked onto his ass, even struggled to keep hold of his pulsing baby erection. But, in a matter of seconds, the sensations subsided. All of the muscles in his skinny little body relaxed. His gasps and moans turned into panting and then to shallow breaths. As soon as it was there, it was over.

My tongue slipped gently from his surprisingly lax anus. Below, his cock had gone soft in my hand and retracted into his belly, leaving nothing but a red helmet to the crisp air. It wasn't until I let his hips finally rest against my chest that I felt the soreness in my arm from holding him up like that. And it wasn't until I glanced down to his face that I saw he had fallen asleep.

"Well," I said quietly, stroking the two porcelain white globes before me, "tastes fine to me." Back down at the lake, I heard the voices of my other two sons climbing out and getting dried off. So, I pulled Jake's little water shorts back up and smiled. "Nope. Nothing rotten here."