Date: Thu, 27 Jan 2011 14:34:58 -0800 (PST) From: email@example.com Subject: Finally Doing Doogie This story includes depictions of sex between an adult male and a young boy. If you're not old enough to read this story, don't -- though if you're here already you're probably not going to listen to me. So whatever. Hope you enjoy yourself. If this is illegal where you live, move. Because that would suck. So, move, then read the story! This is a work of FICTION. Don't know why I need to tell people that, but there you go. I LOVE FEEDBACK. So please write me at firstname.lastname@example.org to let me know what you think, how hard you came, etc. Of course, flames will be ignored. Also open for plot ideas so if your mind goes anywhere during the reading of this, feel free to let me know. Enjoy! Ten year old Douglas Edward Wilson, Doogie to friends and family, lay sleeping in his bed that night. It was warm in his room and the young boy had kicked his blanket and sheets off his body at some point in the evening. He lay on his back, naked, dreaming. No one knows what he was dreaming about, but undoubtedly it was the dreams of an innocent boy completely unaware of how grown up he was about to become. 29 year old Jonathan Wilson stood in the doorway of his little boy's room watching his son as he slept. The man breathed heavily as his eyes devoured the small, naked body lying before him. Doogie looked like a little angel. Soft, short blonde hair. Dark brown eyes that sparkled when he laughed. A tight, slim body in amazing shape due to his commitment to soccer and baseball. Doogie was completely hairless and his body almost shone in the moonlight coming through the window. The man's eyes slid down to the boy's crotch and took in the developing but still prepubescent cock and slightly dropped balls. As boys tend to get when they sleep, his dick was rock hard, throbbing, standing proud at 4 inches in length. The man almost came all over the floor as his eyes narrowed with lust. It had been ten years since the boy had been born to the woman Doogie would never know. A drunken mistake after a party at Jonathan's frat with a girl named Sarah had led to Doogie's conception. Too many tequila shots and not enough common sense led to the unprotected sex of two 19 year olds wanting to lose their virginity. Three weeks later a nervous Sarah called the boy she barely knew and informed him she was going to have a baby. To his credit, Johnny, as he is most often called, took the news well. With maturity beyond his years, Johnny vowed to respect Sarah's decision on how best to handle things. Sarah, raised in a staunch Catholic home, couldn't bring herself to get an abortion so she decided to give the baby up for adoption. Johnny helped her through the pregnancy and through the worries of a genetic problem the doctors discovered which would make a safe delivery of the child difficult. Sarah stayed with her decision and on November 5th Johnny received the call in the middle of the night that Sarah was delivery the child. His child. His heart leapt. Johnny rushed to the hospital. He didn't make it in time. Sarah had died in the process of delivering a healthy baby boy. Johnny's son. Despite the plans to give the child up it only took one look at the baby and Johnny was in love. This was his son. Knowing it would be a difficult road to be a 19 year old raising a child alone, he decided to raise the boy. He named him Douglas Edward, the first names of his father and Sarah's father. Johnny dropped out of school and worked a variety of jobs to support Doogie before finally settling in to the world of construction. He made a decent enough check and provided for everything the boy needed. Doogie grew to love his father very much. He looked up to him and trusted him more than one could imagine which makes what happened even more interesting. For you see, the night Doogie was conceived was the one and only time in his life Johnny had sex. The only time he fucked. Yes, time to get vulgar. For at heart, this is a vulgar story. Johnny's one night stand with Sarah was a test for him. He didn't know what he wanted sexually and while all of his friends were fucking any girl that stood still long enough, Johnny was fucking his hand trying to make sense of the fantasies in his head. Faces and bodies would rotate in his mind until one would cause him to bust his nut. And inevitably, the face that would do it would be that of a boy. Not a "boy" as young men are often called. An actual boy -- perhaps a young 12 year old he saw at the park or a sweet faced 10 year old he would see with his father at the beach. He would undress these boys in his mind and picture himself doing disgusting, perverted things with them. He would imagine sucking their little dicks, eating their tight smooth virgin asses and worst of all, sticking his thick eight inch cock up their holes until they screamed with a boy orgasm. Johnny, poor naïve boylover Johnny, thought fucking a girl would cure him of these fantasies. And at first, it was better. With the pregnancy dramas and then the work of taking care of a baby Johnny was frankly too tired to think about sex. Then, as babies do, Doogie started to grow up. At this point, the feelings began to return. At first, Johnny ignored the feelings. The soft skin of his developing son. The sweet voice. He focused on loving his son and working long hard hours to provide for him. Perhaps it would have been easier if his lust was being satiated in other ways beyond the occasional jack off session. However, Johnny kept himself chaste, no matter how many times his horniness surged. Women weren't his thing and men weren't really an option in the small town they resided. And so it came to be that Johnny Wilson had only had sex once -- the very night his beautiful son was conceived. Then things changed again. Not long after Doogie's 8th birthday the faces of boys that swirled in his mind while jacking off coalesced into one - the face of his son. No imagination was needed to undress Doogie. Johnny knew every inch of his perfect little boy's body. The exact size and shape of his immature circumcised cock. The tight ballsack between his legs. The perfectly rounded ass. For the first time of what would become a reoccurring event, Johnny shot his massive load of cum all over himself while yelling out "Doogie!" The next two years was a plan in the making, even if Johnny didn't consciously realize it. He became very open with the boy about sex and nudity. Soon, the two were living a nudist lifestyle. Johnny would tell Doogie: "It's fine son. You can look at my body all you want. It's natural. Nothing wrong about being naked Doogie. It's kind of fun actually!" And in the back of his perverted mind: "That's right boy. Take those briefs off. Show daddy that gorgeous little cock of yours. God I want to suck you son. I want to suck my own son's cock...shit!!" "Daddy! Why did your thing get all big?" Doogie had moved close enough to his father's cock to stick his tongue out and lick it, if he could ever have thought of such a thing on his own. And so Doogie learned about erections. He learned about naughty language too. Working on the construction crew had not only given Johnny a perfectly sculpted body to go along with his handsome all-American good looks, but the mouth of a sailor as well. He was terrible at watching his language around his son and Doogie was all too happy to try these words out for himself. Soon, Johnny stopped trying to censor his son and instead, while sitting little naked Doogie on his equally naked lap for a father/son talk, made him promise to only use them when he was at home. "So...when I'm home...I can say things like fuck and shit and...that other one... ummmm.... cocksucker... but at school I can't?" Doogie seemed confused but of course would do anything for his daddy. "That's right son" Johnny answered as his son sat on his lap, leaning his sleepy head on his daddy's naked chest. "Those are `home' words. If you say them anywhere else you'll be in big trouble. Got it?" Johnny was softly running his hands up and down his son's chest and stomach, but no lower, dear god, no lower. His son was sporting quite the 9 year old hard on at the moment and Johnny just couldn't touch it. That would be wrong. "I like the last one the best." Doogie said, his eyes partly closed, enjoying the feeling of his daddy's hands on his body, enjoying the throbbing in his crotch that he was yet to understand. "Cocksucker" Doogie giggled as he drifted off to sleep. This didn't make Johnny go to sleep. Hearing that nasty word slip from his little angel's lips made Johnny's cock lengthen to what felt to be an impossible length. Johnny trembled and wanted to get himself out of this situation but could never bring himself to wake Doogie when he was sleeping. He enjoyed watching him while in such a vulnerable, relaxed state. Neither could he stop the slow stroking of his hand up and down Doogie's body, nor could he stop his hand from going lower and lower still until the back of his hand actually grazed the tip of Doogie's cock. "Oh god...please...god please no..." Johnny whispered to no one in particular as precum gushed from the head of his cock, smearing all over the smooth skin of Doogie's back. But Johnny didn't pull his hand away. He moved it lower. Johnny let his fingers lightly touch Doogie's cock. A shudder passed through the man's body as he felt the soft, yet incredibly hard, flesh of his own son's boy dick. "This is so wrong. Please, lord, help me..." Johnny whispered in a pained voice. The lord offered no assistance as Johnny's hand continued to molest his sleeping boy. Now Johnny gripped his son's hard flesh in his hand, completely engulfing it in his grip, and squeezed, making Doogie moan in his sleep. The boy had no idea his father was touching him down there, that the man he loved more than anyone was molesting his little penis. His body knew though, and responded by starting a slow, thrusting movement from his hips, essentially fucking himself in and out of his dad's firm grip. "No Doogie," Johnny muttered, "No son, don't...don't do that. I'm...shit...I'm molesting my own boy." And with those words leaving his lips Johnny's cock got perilously close to shooting. Feeling Doogie sliding his immature fuckstick in and out of hand was creating a fog in Johnny's head. Reason was leaving him. Resistance, as if he had any in the first place, was leaving him. Keeping hold of Doogie's cock, Johnny's other hand started to roam. He lightly squeezed Doogie's tiny smooth balls, and gently caressed his lean legs. Moving his hand back up, he pushed his fingers between the boy's legs and lightly tickled the area between his balls and his ass. "So smooth," Johnny moaned. "So smooth". His cock had never been harder and there was now enough precum on Doogie's back that it looked like he had shot an actual load. Taking a final step, one certain to send him to hell, he push a finger between Doogie's ass cheeks and pressed against son's tight, smooth, virginal boy ass. His body flushed with sensation, Doogie continued fucking his father's hand at an increasing pace. His body was starting to tighten and little moans were coming from him in his sleep. Soft. High pitched. "ah...ah..ah..." Johnny's cock was pressed so hard against his son it was starting to get uncomfortable. Careful not to lose hold of his boy's thrusting cock, Johnny repositioned himself so his cock was now free, throbbing, standing proud and dripping precum. Alas, all this did was place the large flared mushroom head of Johnny's circumcised cock against the smooth skin of Doogie's completely withdrawn balls. Doogie was really going to town now and Johnny was doing everything he could to hold on. The man didn't think it possible for a boy so young to orgasm but that did indeed seem to be what was about to happen -- and happen, it did. "Mmm...mmm...mmmm....ah....ah....ah..." were the moans coming from the boy's mouth as Johnny watched the little boycock with fascination and complete boy loving lust. The head was now an impossible purple color and seem to get even hard in Johnny's hand. "Yeah son," Johnny whispered into his sleeping boy's ear. "Cum for daddy. Make yourself feel good. Go for it kiddo." Not quite asleep anymore, but not fully awake Doogie's mouth opened wide to gasp as his body experienced his first dry orgasm. His balls tightened as much as possible as they tried to shoot liquid that would not be in them for years to come. His body thrashed up and down as his cock expanded in Johnny's tight grip, causing his tight, now-pulsing balls to rub up and down against the head of Johnny's cock. Johnny was on edge already and with an 8 year old boy cumming on top of him, the sensation was too much for his over excited cock to bear. "Oh god son,' Johnny moaned. "Fuck...you're going to make daddy cum. Oh god fuck...fuck....so fucking WRONG!" And with that last word almost shouted, the head of Johnny's cock swelled against the still pumping balls of his son and exploded. "Fuck!!" Johnny hissed as streams of cum flew out with a force he didn't know was possible. The first ropes flew up and out to who knew where. Then four more shots sprayed across their bodies, one shot nailing Doogie right in his still gasping mouth. Seeing this, Johnny threw his head back and moaned. His body shook as the last three shots of his cum sprayed Doogie's tight boy balls, dripped down to coat his pulsing hole, and even nailing the fist still gripping Doogie's cock, make the grip slippery and increasing the sensation. Doogie pressed his cock fast through the wet grip and his body exploded in a second even more intense drycum. Doogie's eyes flew open and stared straight into his father's as the intense feelings rose in his young body. "Daddy!" he moaned. "Daddy...wh...what's ...happeniiiiiiiiiiiiing!" Doogie's voice rising to a peak as the pulsing throbbing feeling his boy dick threatened to engulf. "It's alright son," Johnny panted as he stared into his son's flushed and confused face. "Just let it happen. Cum for me. Fuck it and cum for daddy." The second drycum barely finished, Johnny's hand went into overdrive pounding the cum covered 4 inch boner into submission. Doogie thrashed so much he looked to almost be having a seizure. "Daddy!!! It's...it's doing it agaaaaaaain!" and with those words Johnny pressed an already prepared finger into his son's cum covered hole. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" Doogie screamed as a third drycum sweeped over his body. He thrashed and thrashed. And then all went dark as his oversexed body and mind lost consciousness. Doogie woke up the next morning tightly snuggled in his bed. He was confused. It was a night of weird dreams that he could only barely put together. He smelled the coffee daddy always made first thing and knew his father was awake so he pulled himself out of his bed and maneuvered his still-sleepy naked body into the kitchen. "Hey sport! How'd you sleep?" Johnny was nonchalant but with incredible fear inside. His fear was alleviated when his darling boy smiled up at his beloved father and plopped down in a chair to eat his cereal. "Slept OK," Doogie said through spoonfulls of Lucky Charms. "Some really weird dreams though. Like, I can't remember them but they are still, like there, and stuff. You know?" Johnny looked intensely at his son. "Doogie, were they good weird, or bad weird?" Doogie thought for a second, and then smiled at his father. "Good weird. Definitely good weird." One year later Johnny now stood at his 10 year old son's door. He hadn't touched the boy since that night but the experience had opened up something in him. He had tried to suppress the feelings of lust but could do it anymore. He needed to have his son. And tonight, Doogie was going to be all his. TO BE CONTINUED As I said before, I love any and all feedback, so feel free to write me at email@example.com and reference the story title or nifty. I try to respond to everyone who writes. If you like this story, I have another series posted on nifty called Jordan's Talents in the incest section and one in Adult/Youth called "It was an accident".