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Innocence Lost - 4
by Tim S. (mybrainandbody@yahoo.com)

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The joyful loss of innocence of a little boy due to 
the actions of his best friend, his father and 
others. (M+/m, ped, inc, oral)

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CHAPTER 4

I awoke with a start some time later when I heard the 
front door slam. I was the only one laying on the bed, 
so I stumbled into the living room to see what was up.

"Sorry to wake you," Bob said, "That was just Steve 
leaving." I was disappointed because I was hoping Steve 
would fuck me again. It must have shown, because Bob 
asked why I looked so sad. I explained that I wanted 
more of Steve's cock. Bob came up and hugged me, his 
pubic hair tickling my nose. Bob consoled me by saying,

"Don't worry, you'll get all the dick you can handle 
soon enough." When I asked him what he meant, all he 
would say was "Just wait." When I asked where Jimmy 
was, Bob said that Steve wanted to "borrow" Jimmy for 
the evening, which meant that he wanted some time alone 
with Jimmy. "I agreed because I wanted some time alone 
with you, Timmy," he informed me.

He climbed into the bed with me and held me like we 
were lovers. We cuddled, kissed, cooed and generally 
just spent some quiet time in each other's arms. It was 
almost romantic, and not sexual at all other than the 
fact that we were both there in the nude. All the while 
Bob would tell me how good it felt to hold me and how 
much he loved me. I admit that it made me feel very 
safe, loved and wanted. He also told me how important 
it was that I not tell my parents- or anyone else about 
what we did together, because they might not 
understand, and probably not like it. 

"Most people," he explained, "don't think that someone 
your age is smart enough to be able to love someone 
like me. And those same people think that I'm too old 
to love you like I do. Silly, isn't it? I mean, you're 
smart, aren't you Timmy?" I shook my head. "And you 
know how to love, don't you? I mean you love your mom 
and dad, and even your dog, don't you?" Again with the 
head. "Then you're smart enough to be able to love me, 
right?"

"Yup."

"And do you love me? I want to hear you say it."

"I love you, Bob."

"I love you too, Timmy. And what we do doesn't hurt 
you, does it?"

"A little."

"Yeah, a little, I know, but doesn't it feel good, 
too?"

"YES!"

"So which is stronger, the stuff that feels bad, or the 
stuff that feels good?"

"The good stuff."

"So then what we are doing must be pretty good, if the 
good stuff makes you feel so good, right?"

"Right."

"So then there's no reason to tell anyone about it, 
‘cause you don't want to lose the good stuff, do you?"

"No."

"Good. Now we have just enough time to be together one 
more time before your parents get home. And I was 
thinking that this one could be a bit...softer. Not 
like the other times. Might even feel better. You want 
to?"

"I want you to fuck me, Bob. I want to feel your hard 
dick in my ass again."

"Well, good, but not like that. I want to show you how 
to make love. Pretty much the same thing, but not quite 
as fast or hard. Interested?" I slowly shook my head in 
a moment of indecision.

I wasn't sure about that "making love" thing, because I 
enjoyed fucking so much, but I figured that if Bob 
liked it, then it was good enough for me. 

Bob pulled me closer to him and started to slowly kiss 
me on my lips and face. They were soft kisses, and when 
I tried to grab his head and put my tongue in his 
mouth, he stopped me and said,

"Slow. Soft. Remember? Look, just relax and let me show 
you how it's done." With that he resumed the butterfly 
kisses around my face, eyes, neck. I began to get 
aroused. This was different, alright. Almost the same, 
but softer like he said. It felt different. And I liked 
it, but I still preferred fucking at this point. Bob 
kept his kissing up and I returned in kind, gently 
nibbling at his lips and softly sucking his tongue when 
it entered my mouth. 

He slid his way down my neck and began licking and 
sucking my inverted nipples. I just laid there and 
started to really enjoy the sensations that he was 
giving my body. His soft kisses and caresses kept up as 
he crept lower down my tender, young flesh. He paused 
to tongue my navel and tickle my rounded belly with the 
stubble on his beard. 

As he approached my boyhood, his kisses turned to licks 
and he slathered my groin in his saliva. He shifted 
around on the bed so that his aroused cock was near me. 
I took the hint and began to return his attentions in 
kind, resisting the burning desire in me to attack his 
cock. Instead I gently kissed my way around his groin, 
enjoying the smell of his ball sweat. I kissed the head 
of his penis and licked my way down to tickle his 
scrotum with my tongue. He moaned his approval. 

Meanwhile, his attentions turned toward my ass as he 
gently kissed and tongued at my sore puckered hole. I 
must admit that this was having a positive effect on me 
as his saliva acted as a salve to my tortured hole. 

Let me now admit that I am really only covering the 
more pleasurable aspects of my encounters. Make no 
doubt that there was pain. Quite a lot of it, to be 
sure, but most of that has been forgotten due to the 
passage of time and the love/pleasure that I garnered 
from the whole experience. So let there be no doubt 
that these adventures were not all fun and games. No, 
there were several tears there as well. But, 
fortunately, the good outweighed the bad. That is all I 
will say on the subject except for the occasional 
description of the exquisite pleasure/pain that only 
sex, love/lust and passion can bring. Now where was I? 
Ah, yes, my tortured hole...

As his tongued slid past the opening, my rectum sealed 
itself, not wanting another thing passed through it. 
But soon his ministrations even had my clamped ass 
opening wide and begging for more. I continued to 
tickle the insides of his thighs with my tongue, making 
him squirm with each flick. I delved deep into the 
crevice formed between his cheeks and was pleased to 
find his hole open and waiting. I gently stabbed at it, 
allowing it to pass as far as it could inside of him, 
hoping that I was doing what he had wanted of me. 

I wanted to please him, as he had pleased me. I wanted 
to be a good boy and to receive his praises again. I 
wanted to feel his love and pride of me. I didn't know 
why these things were so important to me, but they 
were. It made me feel good to hear that I was a good 
boy and that I had pleased him. To this day, I still 
seek that approval, though, sadly, it is not often 
heard near as much.

"Ah, yes, Timmy, you are so good..." The music began. 
"Ah, yes, lick it. Deep inside. Ah. God, so good." He 
went on, but I'll spare you the details. I started to 
finger his hole, slowly, teasingly as he moaned, gasped 
and writhed around me, the whole time, pushing his 
tongue further into me. When he had it stretched as far 
as it would go and had his lips resting on my relaxed 
hole, he started to wiggle his tongue inside of me. 

The feeling was indescribable. Imagine having a fully 
prehensile cock moving inside of your ass. It tickled 
and aroused at the same time. He would push it against 
that spot that felt so good (my prostate), milking it 
with his swirling, pressing tongue. It felt better than 
before, as this was not something hard pushing against 
it. It was soft, caressing, teasing the pleasure from 
my body. I'll never forget that feeling for as long as 
I live, as it was like being wrapped in pleasure. 
Sadly, I've not been able to recreate it since Bob. His 
tongue was magic. None has come close to the depths to 
which he achieved. I lay there, unable to move as his 
spongy tongue forced the lust from me. 

Soon a clear, slippery fluid started to flow from my 
penis. Bob dipped a finder in it and began to swirl it 
around my cock head. I was gone. It was as though I had 
smoked a ton of weed and drank a bottle of poppers, 
even though I hadn't. Quite simply I was in sheer 
ecstasy. And Bob had brought me there. 

When I could not longer contain the passion within my 
small, writhing body, it erupted from me as a steam of 
clear fluid. Part pre-come, part urine. It was viscous 
stuff, not quite come, but as close as my young body 
could make. It shot all over my body and slowly dripped 
down Bob's face before being drank in by the stained 
sheet beneath us. I shook. I gasped. It was my first 
full-fledged orgasm and I LOVED it. 

Bob came up and kissed me with his face still covered 
in my slime. I tasted the acrid stuff and decided that 
I preferred his cream. I moved down so that my mouth 
was properly lined up with his cock and slid it into my 
mouth. I wanted to give him the best blow job he'd ever 
had. In the years to come, I wanted him to think back 
to this day and fondly remember the pleasure he had 
received. And most of all I wanted him to remember that 
I was the one who had given it to him. I swirled my 
tongue around the head, fondly remembering how it was 
with Steve, his foreskin wrapping itself around my 
moist probe. But alas, Bob was cut, as was I. 

I'll credit Steve with my undying love for uncut cocks. 
I don't know if it is simply the novelty of the 
concept, or just the way they look, but I always 
preferred the feeling of the prepuce as it slid away 
from the slicker, shinier head of the uncircumcised. 
Luckily, here in more recent times they are becoming 
more common, as my uncut son can attest to, but sadly, 
it is still difficult to find in someone about my 
age... not that I'll ever stop looking.

As my tongue swirled around Bob over and over, I 
noticed that there was one spot on the underside of it 
that made him stiffen ever time that I hit it. I would 
learn in later times that it is called the frenulum and 
is the most sensitive spot on a penis. For now all I 
knew was that it appeared to be nothing more that 
wrinkly skin tucked into the curves of the heart that 
the bottom of the cock head form. I started to focus 
only on that spot, pressing my tongue forcefully 
against it as I rubbed up and down. 

His stiffening action soon gave was to squirms and 
finally full-fledged thrashing around on the bed. His 
body went as rigid as his cock and I prepared to 
swallow his load by opening my mouth to it's fullest. 
Bob moaned and groaned, throwing his head repeatedly 
from left to right, but nothing came out. I was sure 
that I had done something wrong. There was no cum for 
me to drink. I decided that the best course of action 
would be to continue my ministrations, but as I acted 
upon that thought, Bob groaned loudly and pushed my 
head off of his. 

"Stop, it's too much! Stop. Need a break." Bob groaned 
in-between his gasping breaths. "Too good... felt too 
good..." 

Too good? How can something feel too good I wondered. I 
looked up at him with my sad, pleading eyes, still 
thinking I had done wrong, which is the only reason I 
could think of as to why he would push me like that. He 
looked down at me and quickly grabbed me, hugging me as 
tight as he could.

"Shh, don't be sad Timmy, shh, stop, it's OK. You 
didn't hurt me. Shh. You were great! That was the best 
blowjob I've ever had.

"But then why didn't you cum?" I asked, tears in my 
voice.

"Shh, Timmy sometimes a man can cum without shooting 
his load. It's called an orgasm. It's OK, really, you 
made me feel so good....so good. I loved it. And I love 
you, Timmy, I love you so much." He held me tight in 
his arms, hugging my until I could no longer breathe, 
but I never wanted this embrace to end, had I died then 
and there, I would have passed into the afterlife as 
the happiest of souls. After about ten minutes, though, 
I wanted more.

Bob's raging hard on never subsided as he held me. I 
felt it throbbing against my hole. I maneuvered my way 
around Bob, forcing him to break his bondage of me I 
climbed astride is lap, grasping his tool in my hand. I 
felt him tremble a bit as I rubbed his new- found 
favorite spot. I could feel his heart pumping more 
blood into his erect tower as I positioned it against 
my still relaxed hole. He stiffened again as the helmet 
of his member passed the ring of my sphincter. 

As he slid in I noticed that he felt bigger than before 
and I felt fuller than even when Steve had fucked me. I 
took his cock as deep as I could and ground my butt 
against him. I felt his pubes tickle my cheeks as I 
forced more and more of him inside of me. It was 
incredible; and painful. But I was determined to fill 
myself to the breaking point as another inch slid 
deeper into my rectum. I was achieving another state of 
bliss as I did this, so that by the time I felt the 
soft skin of his scrotum caressing my stretched butt 
hole I was in sheer ecstasy. I lay atop him and let him 
slide slowly, lovingly in and out of me. 

We kissed deeply as he did this, both engrossed by the 
passion of the moment. I felt his cock twitch all too 
soon and shortly after he was spasming as his load 
filled my to and over flowing capacity. As I felt the 
gushes of his cream run out my ass and pool in the 
crevice between my balls and his belly I felt that 
euphoric sensation hit again and began shooting my own 
thin, watery "almost cum." It squirted out of me with 
the same frequency of his jizz squirting in me. It was 
our first "simultaneous orgasm." 

We lay locked together like that for a long while until 
Bob softened and my rectum slowly forced him out. With 
a plop, our bodies were no longer joined and Bob said

"We ought to get you cleaned up." I shook my head and 
began to get up when bob grabbed me and turned me 
around so that he could lick up all of our spilled 
juice. He cleaned my bottom and groin and I forced the 
remaining drops of cum from his wilted member and 
returned the favor. Finally, we got into the shower and 
lovingly washed each other's bodies. We got out of the 
shower and straightened up the house and were retiring 
to the living room when there was a knock at the front 
door. As Bob went to open it his embraced me once more, 
kissing me and reminding me that this was our little 
secret. 

I shook my head and he opened the door. I saw my father 
standing there and realized that I had to return to my 
own house. His saddened me because I knew that bob 
would not be there for me. Bob noticed my face and told 
me not to worry, that I could come by any time I 
wanted. He told my father what a good boy I had been 
and how he would LOVE to baby-sit me any time that they 
wanted. 

When my father asked what we had done over the weekend, 
Bob's only response was, "Oh we just screwed around the 
house." I couldn't restrain my laugh. My father took me 
home and I went to bed early, stating that I was tired 
form all the playing that Jimmy, Bob and I had done. My 
parents seemed pleased by this and told me that they 
were planning to go away next weekend, and asked if I 
wanted to stay with Jimmy and Bob again or go to my 
grandparents house. 

I jumped at the chance and they called Bob to make the 
plans. He was, of course, more than happy to watch me 
again, even for the three days that my parents planned 
to be gone. I went to bed with a huge smile on my face 
thinking about the up coming weekend and the three 
whole days I would have to "play" with Jimmy, Bob, and 
of course, Steve.

To be continued...

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a 
fellow convict in their local prison.
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