Message-ID: <52466asstr$1131959401@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: <kids_at_play@webtv.net> X-Original-To: ckought69@hotmail.com Delivered-To: ckought69@hotmail.com From: kids_at_play@webtv.net X-WebTV-Signature: 1 ETAtAhQ0gywNcq9XLgwqHL/Wz3MT6Yh6UAIVAMwL410WYHleDo/xryhskE6vywOu X-Original-Message-ID: <24098-43779D91-4777@storefull-3218.bay.webtv.net> Content-Disposition: Inline Content-Transfer-Encoding: Quoted-Printable MIME-Version: 1.0 (WebTV) X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Sun, 13 Nov 2005 15:09:53 -0500 Subject: {ASSM} "Brian's Desires Fulfilled" #1 (Mb, extr pedo, mast, oral, cum) Lines: 412 Date: Mon, 14 Nov 2005 04:10:01 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2005/52466> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: hoisingr, dennyw Note and Warning: This story's contents are not my usual fare of writing (pedo-gay) so this is my first foray into this genre. I wrote this story for a very dear friend and now I'm sharing it with anyone else so inclined towards this topic. Please be advised that the subject matter is rated "extreme pedo" and involves an adult male and a 3-year-old boy. Also note that no harm or force or violence or peril comes to the boy. It is fantasy, and nothing more. Thank you. For those who wish to read the rest of the story (pedo-hetero) you can do so at either A.S,S, or A.S.S.M. And now, on with the tale... "Brian's Desires Fulfilled" a story by kids_at_play (Mb, extreme pedo, mast, oral, cum) Brian stretched out on the chaise lounge and sighed deeply. It had been a long day and he was exhausted. Now what he needed was a little downtime. A little relaxation. A little "me" time. This side of the rustic pool was empty. No one else was nearby and Brian liked it that way. He didn't wish to talk to anyone that evening. He just wanted to lie there in the last rays of the setting sun and unwind. He stretched his long legs and gazed out over the laughable thing the motel had called a "pool". It seemed to have been added as an afterthought, as if the owners/operators decided that they''d appreciably get more business if they installed a pool. At least they had the decency to install an in-ground pool, Brian thought to himself as he stretched his weary muscles. But that's about as far as their decency went. The pool itself was nothing more than a hastily-dug hole in the ground and filled in with a cheaply-installed granite surround-wall and an equally-cheap porous material which was somewhere between tarp and canvas covering the granite. The pool was only about four feet deep and about 25 square feet. A drainage ditch had been dug shallowly and led from the pool's pump system, which was ostensibly displayed, to the drain at the back of the motel. All in all, a pretty shabby set-up. But Brian wasn't complaining in the least. He wasn't going in the pool. He just wanted to lie there in his swim trunks and bask in the sun. And that sun felt great on his bare chest, arms and legs. All he wore were his swimming trunks, black with a red border. They were loose and fit him snugly without binding him. Brian looked around the other side of the pool and noticed that whoever had been there when he had come out of his room to lie down on the chaise lounge were now no longer there. He was alone. He closed his eyes and allowed himself to relax. Completely. The padding of small feet woke him from his reverie. Actually, several small feet. When he opened his eyes he saw that it was a dog. A four-legged dog. A wiry, skinny brown dog, sniffing along the ground right in front of his chaise lounge. It didn't seem dangerous so Brian just lay still. Just in case. Seconds later a small boy appeared behind the dog. The dog looked back at the boy as if to say "hey, keep up!" and then continued on his way, nose to the ground. Brian looked at the boy and smiled. The boy had to be maybe 2 and a half, at the most 3 years old only. A toddler. And cute as all get out. This little toddler sparked interest in Brian. The boy looked at Brian as he walked past the chaise lounge and smiled a wide smile at him. Brian returned the smile. And studied the tot's features and body. The boy had a round face, chubby and adorable. He sported a bowl cut on his head of brown hair. He was wearing a white t-shirt with Mickey Mouse on the front, a pair of long blue pants, they looked like track pants, and blue sneakers. Brian fell instantly in love with him. The boy walked by Brian and went after his dog. Brian watched him go. The toddler's chubby belly stuck out over his crotch and Brian secretly liked what he saw. The boy moved on a little ways, but still within Brian's sight. He stopped at the drainage ditch and looked at the pool. Brian looked around to see if maybe his parents were nearby because it was dangerous for such a young one to be near the open pool, even if it was only four feet deep. But he saw no one else nearby. The boy must have come from one of the units at the motel. Brian was ready to jump up in a second should the little toddler get too close to the pool. He would save him from disaster. But the pool seemed to hold no interest to the small chubby boy. Instead, he seemed to be fascinated with the drainage ditch. He sat down on his haunches and looked down into the little rivulet of water that flowed from the pump to the drain of the motel. Water was constanty moving down the drainage ditch towards the drain. The dog came over and sniffed at the ditch and not finding anything of interest moved on. As Brian watched, the boy stood up and began doing a little up and down dance. The boy looked around hesitantly and then began pressing his hands into his crotch while still doing the little hopping dance. Brian recognized the telltale signs of a little boy needing to go potty. The boy seemed to be old enough to be out of diapers so Brian figured that the little toddler would just run back to his unit and tell his mommy or daddy that he had to go potty. But the boy just stood there dancing up and down and holding his crotch. The boy looked around again and seeing no one else but Brian he moved closer to the drainage ditch. As Brian watched, the little toddler pulled up his white Mickey Mouse t-shirt and held it about halfway up his little chubby toddler body. Brian could now see the boy's chubby belly. It was so cute. Then, the boy pushed down his blue track pants to his ankles, revealing a pair of blue little boy underwear. They were briefs and were form-fitting. Brian could see the shape and outline of his little toddler penis and balls. Then, the boy shucked down his underwear, and they rolled down inside-out and stuck around his mid-thighs. Brian stared hard at the toddler boy's exposed genitals. The boy's penis was about an inch and a half long. It hung down directly from the bottom of his chubby pubic pad, a triangular-shaped fleshy pad of skin that held his tiny penis. The boy's penis was circumsized, meaning that Brian could see the pink domed head of the little tyke's penis poking slightly through the enveloping flesh of his penis tip. Holding his t-shirt up with his one hand and using his other hand for balance the toddler began to pee. Only his pee was hitting his underpants and not going into the drainage ditch. Maybe nobody had shown him how to aim his penis when peeing or maybe he just didn't have all the hands needed. He started to pee, then stopped his stream, peed again, got some more on his underpants, then stopped again. Brian heard the little brown-haired toddler say, "Help, please!" and he immediately sprang from his chaise lounge and rushed over to the boy. "Having a bit of trouble, are we?" he asked the tyke. The little cutie shook his head yes. "Need some help in aiming?" Brian asked. Again the boy nodded yes. Brian looked around but still saw no one in the area so he knelt down behind the boy and reached a hand around the front of him and lightly grasped the boy's penis in between his thumb and forefinger. Brian couldn't believe what he was doing! All his life he wanted to be able to play with a little toddler or baby boy and touch them and stroke them and now here he was doing just that! Well, he was actually helping the little boy to pee but at least he was getting to feel a toddler boy's smooth, hairless, soft penis for the first time ever. Brian picked up the boy's limp penis and aimed it down at the drainage ditch. "Okay, my boy, let loose the flow!" And Brian watched as the boy began to pee once more, and he could actually feel the boy's pee flowing through the small soft tube in his fingers. Brian looked down at the boy's exposed belly, noting how it bowed out almost obscuring the tyke's entire groin area. When the boy was done peeing, Brian instructed him on what to do next. "Now, me boy, you have to shake it off so no drops remain." And Brian gently shook the toddler's soft penis and both boy and man watched as tiny drops flew off the tiny exposed head. When that was done, Brian held onto the boy's limp penis. He didn't want to let it go just yet. He wanted to explore it. But would the little tyke let him? Brian tested the waters. He squeezed the limp finger of flesh gently. The boy stood looking down at what Brian was doing to him but otherwise made no move to stop him or cry out. Brian grew bolder. He used his thumb and forefinger to softly massage the toddler's penis along its short length. Softly, back and forth, the pads of his fingers sliding the smooth skin along the boy's tube. The boy watched as suddenly his pee-pee began to grow. It stiffened slightly, and Brian could feel the hardness coming on from his fingers rubbing the boy's penis. The boy grunted somewhat and thrust his hips forwards. "Oh, you like that, do you?" he asked the boy, who just nodded yes. "Want me to play with it some more for you?" Brian asked the 3-year-old. Again the toddler's head nodded yes. Brian moved his thumb and forefinger back and forth along the toddler's tiny erection. Hard, it measured almost 2 inches! The pink domed head peeked out from the tube of flesh surrounding it, almost looking like a tube of lipstick. The boy kept looking down as Brian rubbed his little hard pee-pee. It felt so good inside his toddler body. He didn't know why but it just did. Brian then let go of the boy's erection. He looked down at it over the boy's shoulder and it jutted straight out from his crotch. It looked so cute. The boy looked up at Brian as if to say "hey, why'd you stop making all those good feelings in me?" and Brian just said, "Let's go over to my chair and we can have more fun, okay?" The boy nodded yes and he picked the toddler boy up underneath his arms and carried him over to the chaise lounge. Brian sat down on the end of the chaise and stood the boy in front of him. Brian looked around once more and still no one was around. The dog had disappeared for parts unknown. Brian was going to have his fun and there was no stopping it now. "Here, stand up on here," he told the boy, and he lifted him up onto the chaise lounge between his legs. The boy's erection was still sticking straight out from his chubby body. His pants and underwear were still down around his legs. The boy still held his white t-shirt up, exposng his belly. Brian buried his face in the toddler's belly, blowing into it and making a noise. The toddler giggled, and he licked the boy's belly button. The boy went quiet then as Brian moved his face down to the toddler's crotch. He blew air gently onto the tip of the boy's hard penis. Then he gave it a little kiss right on the tip. The boy giggled. That felt good. Different, but good. Brian could hold back no longer. He enveloped the boy's penis in his mouth. The toddler jumped, surprised at the contact, but when he felt something warm and wet start licking his pee-pee he stood still and let the good feelings wash over him. Brian's tongue bathed the toddler's small erection all over. From the tip to the bottom. The 2-inch projection didn't even touch the back of Brian's throat. While he sucked on the tot's penis, he gently played with the toddler's tight ball sack. They were still undescended, drawn up tight into his groin, and Brian treated them gently. He reached behind the tyke and cupped the boy's fleshy ass cheeks in his hands. He squeezed them and massaged them as he continued sucking on the little 3-year-old's erect penis. Brian's own penis was painfully erect inside his swim trunks. He wanted to show it to this little toddler boy. He had to. Maybe he could get the boy to touch him there. Maybe rub his hard penis. He had to try. Brian took his mouth off of the boy's erection. The boy looked down into Brian's face. "It's okay, my boy, we'll get back to the fun in a minute." He lifted the tyke back down onto the ground standing him in front of the chaise lounge again. He spread his own legs and thrust out his crotch towards the little toddler. The boy looked at Brian's swim trunks and could see a large lump poking out underneath. He looked down at his own little erection and then pointed at Brian's swim trunks. "That's right," he said, "I have a hard one, too. Wanna see it?" The toddler boy nodded yes, smiling. Brian lifted up and pulled his swim trunks out from under his butt and down around his knees. He sat there on the end of the chaise lounge with his adult erection pointing straight up in his lap. Seven inches of hard, throbbing meat. Displayed to this little 3-year-old cute chubby boy, his own little 2-inch erection poking out in front of him. "There you go, cutie pie, look at Uncle Brian's cock. Yeah, that's my cock," he said. "Here, why don't you play with mine now like I played with yours, okay?" The boy moved in closer to Brian and reached out one of his small chubby hands. He touched Brian's thick piece of meat and watched as it swayed in his lap. "Oh, yeah, my boy, my little toddler boy, that felt good. Do it some more!" The boy reached out his hand again and this time tried to wrap his little fist around the stiff pole. But it was just too big for his little hand. "Give me your other hand," Brian told the cute little tyke. Brian took the boy's other hand and wrapped both of the toddler's hands around his aching cock. He moved them up and down the stalk a few times, saying, "Like this, see? Up and down. And squeeze, too." Brian let go of the boy's hands and watched with lust as the toddler began stroking his cock on his own. And doing a damn good job of it! Brian looked down at his lap and watched while the boy's hands pumped away on his erection. He could see the boy's tiny hard-on peeking out below his belly. Still hard. But Brtian wanted more. Something more. He stopped the boy's hands. He pulled them off of his cock, sorry to see them go, but he had other plans. He held his cock down and pointed it at the boy's face. He bent the boy forwards and showed him the tip of his cock. He pressed the tip of his cock against the boy's lips and said, "Now, just do what I did to you," and the boy opened his mouth and Brian slipped the head of his cock inside the toddler's mouth. It felt like a blast furnace. Hot and wet, he could feel the litle boy's tongue try and lick all around his cockhead. But he couldn't do such a good job of it. But he tried. Brian reached down with one of his hands and found the boy's erection. He grasped it and began stroking it back and forth. With his other hand he pushed up the boy's t-shirt and bared his naked chest. Brian fondled the toddler's nipples, made fleshier by his chubbiness, and felt the boy's nipples grow into hard spikes. With Brian playing with the little tyke's nipples and penis, the stimulation caused the toddler to work harder at licking and sucking the adult cockhead in his tiny mouth. Brian really wanted to get off but he wanted the little toddler boy to get his jollies first. So he pulled his cock out of the boy's mouth and lifted him back up onto the chaise lounge. He scooted backwards on the chair and carried the toddler with him. Brian lay back against the upper part of the chaise lounge and lay the boy on his chest. The boy's pants and underwear were still around his legs. His sneakers were still on. His t-shirt was now up around his neck. For all intents and purposes, he was naked. His little erect penis pressed into Brian's stomach. Brian swirled his tongue around the boy's nipple, sucking it into his mouth. Then he sucked on the other one. He kissed his way down the boy's chest, to his chubby belly, then to his hairless groin. The toddler was straddling Brian's face now. Brian once again engulfed all of the boy's penis in his mouth. Brian's head moved back and forth as he licked and sucked the little boy's erection. He squeezed his chubby ass cheeks and used them to push and pull the boy's crotch in and out of his face. Faster and faster Brian sucked on the boy's pee-pee. His hard pee-pee. His little erection. He kept going until he could feel the boy's buttocks clench in his hands and actually felt his tiny boy penis quiver in his mouth and against his tongue and lips and he knew the toddler was coming! The boy stiffened and then relaxed. As Brian kept on licking the boy's penis the boy grunted and pulled his little hard-on from Brian's mouth himself. Obviously it felt too tender now. He watched as the toddler's penis softened and shrank back down to about an inch long again. He was limp, but Brian was still hard. Brian sat the toddler in his lap in front of his raging erection. The boy stared at it, almost in wonder. He reached out his small hands again as if to wrap them around Brian's erection but he stopped him, saying, "I've got a better idea! You just sit there and watch." As the little cute chubby toddler boy sat there watching, Brian began fisting his cock, stroking it, masturbating it in front of the boy. The boy watched curiously, watched as Brian's' fist flew up and down his meaty pole. Watched intently as he jerked and stroked and pumped his meat. As he neared his climax, Brian said to the toddler, "Okay, my boy, here it comes! My cock's gonna give you some nice hot cream! Oh yeah, boy, I'm gonna shoot my hot cream all over your cute little face! Do you want me to cream your face, little boy? Do ya?" The boy nodded yes, as if he understood what was going to happen. It didn't matter. Brian wanted to come right over the cute little boys face. He stroked his cock harder and faster and was soon ready to come. He aimed his cock at the toddler's face and said, "Oh, here it comes, boy! All for you! All for you, boy! All over you!" And Brian's cock erupted, spraying the toddler boy's face with his white, hot jizz. Spurt after spurt flew from the tip of his cock and landed on the boy's face. His lips, his cheeks, his nose, his chin. The boy used his tongue to lick some of the come off of his lips. This caused Brian to come even more, spraying more come over the boy's face. When he was done coming, Brian collapsed. He was drained. He had never come so hard in his life. The boy sat there with Brian's come dripping from his face. He looked almost comical, but he also looked hot to Brian. Brian took off the boy's t-shirt and used it to wipe his face off. Once cleaned up, the boy smiled happily at Brian. He climbed off of the chaise lounge and pulled up his underpants and his track pants. He took his wet t-shirt from Brian's hand and carried it with him as he began walking back to wherever it was he came from. Brian watched him disappear around the corner of the motel and then he was gone. Brian sighed and closed his eyes. He wondered if any minute now angry parents were going to come and beat the shit out of him. Or worse, call the cops. But nothing happened. No one came. He seemed to be safe. Brian pulled up his swim trunks and relaxed. Not a bad ending to a crappy day. Not bad at all. Just then he heard a noise. This was it! They were here for him! He opened his eyes but instead of cops and angry parents with baseball bats he saw a little figure standing there looking at him. 2 years old, 3 at the most. She was a gorgeous little creature. Blond hair, blue eyes. A tiny 2-piece swimsuit. Barely covering anything vital on her. She eyed him curiously. She smiled. "Wanna have some fun?" he asked her. She nodded yes. The End If you'd like to read the rest of this story, please find it on either A.S.S. or A.S.S.M. Thank you and I hope you enjoyed the story. Maxima debetur puero reverentia (We owe the greatest respect to a child) "Well I'm a grown man and as strong as I am, well sometimes it's hard to believe; that one little girl with little blonde curls can totally terrify me." (Gary Allan) "Thank Heaven for little girls!" (Maurice Chevalier) "Do you believe in magic in a young girl's heart?" (Lovin' Spoonful -- 1965) "We find delight in the beauty and happiness of children that makes the heart too big for the body." (Ralph Waldo Emerson) "He who cannot see the beauty of a child hath no beauty in him." (Anon) "A thing of beauty is a joy forever." John Keats, "Endymion" 1818 Kids are our future. Kids are our hope. Please respect them. Don't exploit them. kids_at_play -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ------ send stories to: <ckought69@hotmail.com>| | FAQ: <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/faq.html> Moderators: <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |ASSM Archive at <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org> Hosted by <http://www.asstr-mirror.org> | |Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d; look for subject {ASSD}| +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+