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APPLE OF MY EYE
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Stretching lazily, the early morning sun streaming through the east
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window, tracing a shadow pattern that illuminates the pale white-blond
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hair of the boy sleeping peacefully beside me, curled protectively,
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clutching the sheets to his chest, I cannot help but want him, my
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morning erection jumping happily under the sheets as he turns his back
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to me, a soft sigh of contentment slipping past his full, sensuous
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lips, half-parted in heavy dream-less sleep.
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I touch myself under the covers, feel my cock dance stiffly at the
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prospect of plundering this magnificent creature's ass, knowing I must
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have him this morning, as I have nearly every morning for the past two
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years. Rolling onto my side, nestling my hairy naked body against his
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smooth pale flesh I perch on one elbow, brush his hair away from his
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face, nuzzling the smooth line of his jaw, so unlike the rough pitted
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stubbly surface that puberty will soon turn it into. He moves
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restlessly, rolling away from my touch, not quite wakening and I reach
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back to grab the bottle of mineral oil from the nightstand; there is
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no need to use a condom with this young child, he hasn't been with
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anyone but me, and I have not shared another man's body fluid since my
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own uncle introduced me to the exquisite delight of the forbidden
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coupling of man and boy. I prefer oil to the man-made chemicals, it
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doesn't dry out or leave a sticky residue though I know from
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experience that oil will have a laxative effect on the recipient of my
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attentions; it is an inconvenience that we have both accustomed
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ourselves to.
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I pour some oil into my hand and I touch myself again, now clutching
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my hard, stiff penis, stroking lazily, sliding the foreskin back to
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rub the oil into the ridge below the helmet of my cock. Clutching my
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balls now swollen with lust, I press my thumb against the eye of my
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penis, a small ritual I always perform, as if by placing my thumb
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there I've somehow given notice to my sperm that they are to wait
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until I give the word before they come rushing out.
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And still my boy sleeps, the sun warming the sheets draped carelessly
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over his slim frame. I roll on my side placing my rigid pole at the
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cleft of his buttocks, perfectly smooth, pale pink buttocks. I reach
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over him as I press insistently, driving myself between his cheeks I
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clutch an oily hand at his small flaccid prick, manipulating it to
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life.
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He rouses as his anus dilates to allow my prick entry into his depths;
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barely awake a low moan escapes his lips and he thrusts his hips back
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towards my groin as I drive myself up into his slim young body, my
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testes feel as if they will burst from the sheer pleasure of the
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moment and I clutch his stiff young cock, yanking it slowly,
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sensuously, as he thrusts hips backward, demanding that I *fuck* him.
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Pulling him against my chest the top of his head falls a few inches
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below my chin and lying on my side, one arm stretched above my head I
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begin to slowly move my cock in and out of his pale skinny buttocks,
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rubbing my early morning stubble along his silky white mane, I whisper
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softly.
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"feel me in you."
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I grind slowly, opening him gently on the in-stroke, pulling
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ever-so-gently out again only to drive more deeply into him with each
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successive thrust, my hairy groin a sharp contrast to his smooth
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nakedness. He moans, his small cock impossibly hard in my hand, his
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little testes jerking in their sack, eager for a release they know
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only in theory. He moans, a small guttural moan, humping back eagerly
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at the cock he has known so intimately for the past two years, and I
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become more excited as his lust increases, knowing that this fragile
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young beauty, the fruit of my beloved sister's loins, is as eager for
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my cock as I am for his ass.
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I lean up on an elbow, still clutching his little dancing prick, and
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with my lips I nuzzle and nip at the soft nape of his neck; he moans
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in ecstasy and I can stand it no more; my cock still buried in his
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backside I roll him so he is face down and I am kneeling over his
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prone form stabbing into him as he moans loudly, gasping at me to fuck
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him harder
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"Oh... Uncle, please... harder"
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Breathy child-sized gasps of pleasure hiss from his lungs as I press
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him against the bedclothes, driving deep into his hot clutching anus
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over and over and over again I no longer am making love, I am
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*fucking* him, with an animal lust I pound the length of my prick in
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and out of his magnificent, doll-like buttocks as he gasps and
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clutches at the bed-clothes his small, light frame buffeted back and
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forth by the penis worrying his ass.
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My testicles expand, explode. It is over.
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Milky fluid spews forth from the end of my cock and I fill the boy
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with my seed as I hump franticly and then more slowly, gently. I have
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never understood some mens' desire to ejaculate on their partner's
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surface; I will send the boy off to school filled with my seed,
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feeling it in his rectum like a small warm enema, a reminder that of
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our secret passion.
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It is still early, there is time for a leisurely shower and breakfast
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before I must leave for work and he to catch the schoolbus.
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I slip from within him, to lie on my back as he rolls over to nestle
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beneath my armpit, reaching out a small delicate hand to stroke my
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limp penis that so recently plundered his depths.
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"I came." he whispers against my chest. I raise myself to look at
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the small wet spot on his belly where a tiny bit of juvenile semen has
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spilled from his cock.
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I rub my hand in the spot of cum and smile at him, kiss him
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sensuously, not minding the early morning taste as I thrust my tongue
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wetly into his waiting mouth. We linger for a moment, our naked
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bodies intertwined as we grope each other in the afterglow of a
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particularly nice fuck.
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"You know," I tell him, "this means that soon, you'll be seducing
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other boys, perhaps even girls, and have no time for me anymore."
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He move to protest but I placed a gentle finger against his lips. I
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smile sadly, knowing that the end of our relationship is indeed fast
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approaching. As puberty, hair, a deepening voice, pimples overtake
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this beautiful boy I will rapidly lose interest. Necessity will
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compel me to find another to replace him, but I needn't worry him with
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these details just yet.
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He smiles uncertainly at me and we rise to begin the mundane
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requirements of our daily lives.
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