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Innocence Lost - 7
by Tim S. (no address provided)

***

My story continues after the party with a visit to 
Bear's house. (Mm, ped, oral, anal, drugs)

***

I woke the next morning laying on a Bear skin rug. No, 
really. I was laying on top of Bear. Apparently, I had 
fallen asleep (passed out) on top of him. And I was 
quite comfortable. As reality started to creep up on me, 
I realized that I was very sticky. Dried cum, I 
correctly guessed. My throat was on fire and my butt was 
feeling really weird, too. 

I figured it was just due to all of the previous night's 
"activities." I started to look around and noticed that 
we were still downstairs in the party room. It was a 
shambles. Nude men lay everywhere. It didn't look as if 
there were as many as last night but there was still 
quite the crowd. Some were starting to enjoy themselves, 
sucking on each other's morning wood. They were all 
together in a group, switching off frequently. They kept 
looking off in my direction at me, I guessed with looks 
of jealousy on their faces. 

I started to get aroused but I was certain that, with my 
mouth and ass as they were I wouldn't really be up to 
much. Damn, my ass felt really weird. Sore? Yes, a bit, 
but not as bad as I was used to after the other times 
I'd spent with Bob, Steve and Jimmy. But, then again, 
I'd never been used as much as I was last night. Maybe 
this is what it felt like. I noticed that Bear and I 
were not in the circle. It was a few feet off to the 
left, where Jimmy and a few other guys were. 

They were trying to bring Jimmy back around for some 
more fun. Well, he was in the circle, wasn't he? Not me. 
Nope. I was safe and warm in Bear's arms. My Bear. He 
was so comfortable to lay on. Warm, squishy, fuzzy. I 
felt good. Well, except for that feeling in my ass. I 
was fully starting to come around and reached down to 
figure out what was going on down there.

I reached down and felt for my sore, itchy, throbbing 
butt hole. There seemed to be something in the way. I 
felt it, wrapping my fingers around the tube of whatever 
that blocked my exploration. I tugged on it once or 
twice, which made Bear grunt in his sleep. The object 
also shifted in my hand a bit and seemed to get a bit 
larger. (Ok, sure you've figured it out by now, but 
remember that I was young and essentially hung over from 
everything that happened, so bear with me here.) 

I tried it once again and got the exact same reaction. 
Then reality hit me over the head with a baseball bat. I 
STILL HAD BEAR'S DICK IN MY ASS!! And it was starting to 
swell. I thought about it for a second and decided to 
just go along with it. I mean, how many times do you get 
the chance to wake up with the man of your dream's meat 
inside of you? Not many. At least not yet, in my case. 

It felt weird as his prick started to inflate in me, as 
my hole slowly stretched once again to accommodate his 
enormous tool. It didn't hurt but a little bit, I guess 
because it never really had a chance to fully tighten 
up. And it felt good to know that he loved me so much 
that he would fall asleep fucking me. If that doesn't 
make sense to you, then you've never had it done. It 
seems romantic in a way to me. 

I kept lightly rubbing him, feeling him engorge to full 
staff. I only really had maybe half of him in me because 
as it grew, some of it started to slide out. Bear was 
making little noises that sounded like he was approving 
of what was going on while he slept, so I started to 
move my butt around, letting him gently slide a little 
bit in and out of me. The spent jizz retained by his 
dick corking my hole acted as all the lube that I 
needed. His little noises progressed to small moans as I 
picked up the pace, but he had yet to awaken. 

I wondered how far I could take this before he finally 
came around. I remembered how it was the next day after 
Bob, Jimmy and I first slept together and how much he 
enjoyed waking up to me blowing him. I could only guess 
that this would be even better than that to Bear. The 
guys stopped trying to bring Jimmy around and started to 
watch Bear and I. I enjoyed having the audience. I 
decided to give them a good show and arched my back, 
trying to be as careful as possible to not wake Bear. At 
least, not yet. 

Bear's moans continued to increase in volume and 
frequency as I stepped up my performance. I looked at 
the guys out of the corner of my eye and realized that 
my throat wasn't really that sore. I flicked my head to 
the side, indicating that I wanted them to come over, 
but they hesitated, unsure of whether to approach me 
outside of the circle. They looked a bit confused, 
unsure if I really meant what I was offering. I shook my 
head and finally one brave soul brought his cock over to 
my mouth. I took him in my mouth immediately, sucking on 
him as thoroughly as possible. 

Sadly, my throat was too sore for my deep-throating 
abilities, but I made up for that with my enthusiasm and 
soon had him gushing down my throat. He slipped out 
after finishing and gave me a quick kiss, thanking me 
before collecting his items and leaving the room. 
Another man soon followed suite and before you knew it I 
had blown the entire group, all the while humping on 
Bear as passionately, yet as gently as I could. As far 
as I knew he had not yet woken up. 

Right after I had finished draining the last man dry, I 
heard a gruff voice say,

"You know, that's really hot." I looked down to see Bear 
looking right up at me as the man slid from between my 
lips. I still had his spunk in my mouth, as I was so 
shocked to hear that voice, I hadn't thought to swallow. 
I brought my head down to Bear's and we enjoyed a sweet, 
cum-flavoured "good morning" kiss. He started to 
contribute to the love making process as we did this, 
pumping himself gently into me. We gradually built up 
the tempo until we were really going at it pretty good. 
But it was all over soon, as Bear's cum soon joined the 
pool that had been trapped inside of me all night. He 
held me as I put my head down on his chest and we 
started to make "small talk."

"I really enjoyed last night with you, Timmy."

"So did I. I loved feeling you fill me up, Bear."

"I liked that, too, buddy. I don't usually get to join 
in on these parties very often because of my size. I 
normally just kind of have to watch and jack myself off. 
Jimmy actually tried to blow me once, but I couldn't get 
in very far."

"I don't have that problem." I said proudly.

"No," he agreed, "no you don't. Your pretty good at it. 
How long have you...?"

"Been fucking?" I finished for him. He shook his head. 
"Only a couple of weeks. Bob and Jimmy and me just 
started."

"Really? Well, how many men have you...?"

"Fucked? You can say it, Bear, I don't mind. I really 
enjoy it."

"Fine, then, how many men have fucked you?"

"I don't know. I've fucked Bob and Jimmy and Steve and, 
well, that's really it until last night."

"Really?" Bear asked, surprised. "That's it? What about 
your Dad?"

"No. Bob and Jimmy were the first. Then they got Steve. 
Oh, and I blew Vance yesterday before the party. That's 
it."

"Well, then, kiddo, you're a natural at it. I would have 
guessed you'd been doing this your whole life!" The 
pride welled up inside of me again. Everyone really 
enjoyed fucking me. I was really good at it apparently. 
I enjoyed it and if they really enjoyed me doing it , 
then I was doing something right. Something good. And I 
was being praised continuously for doing it. It made me 
feel good knowing that I could do something that well 
without really trying. I started humping on Bear again, 
but he stopped me.

"Woah, sport, slow it down. I think it's done. I don't 
think I could get it up again if you paid me. We did a 
lot of fucking last night and it's tired." I was 
disappointed, but tried not to show it much. "I think 
it's time for you to go get cleaned up. You've got to go 
home soon." That one really hurt. I didn't want to go 
home. I wanted to stay with Bear and told him so.

"But your Mom and Dad take care of you, buddy. I'll tell 
you what, maybe we can work out a day that you and I can 
spend together. Would you like that?" I shook my head 
excitedly. It's not like I really had to check my 
schedule or anything. I mean, come on, my schedule 
included a nap, watching "Magic Garden" and hoping that 
bitch on "Romper Room" would see me in the magic mirror. 
(She never did say she saw Timmy, and I still hold that 
grudge against her.)

"Okay," he said, "I'll see what I can plan with Bob. 
Whew. Really, Timmy, you're a bit ripe with jizz. C'mon, 
we'll go get you a bath. And with that, for the first 
time in what I can only guess was several hours, Bear 
withdrew his giant cock from the recesses on my little 
sphincter. Ample amounts of guy juice sloshed out after 
him and continued to dribble down my legs as Bear picked 
me up like we were a newly-wed couple and carried me 
upstairs to the tub. 

He ran the hot water and filled the bath, but I refused 
to get in until he agreed to join me. We had fun 
lathering up each other's bodies. I liked the way I 
could slide all over his soapy chest. We kissed, rubbed, 
tasted, sucked, hugged, cuddled and washed each other 
until there was no more hot water to refill the tub. We 
dried each other off and sparkling clean, left the 
bathroom hand in hand and completely nude. When we got 
downstairs we joined Bob, Jimmy, Vance and Steve in the 
kitchen to make and eat breakfast. Bob and Bear talked 
with each other, making plans for Bear and I to be 
together. Vance and I talked a bit about the prior 
night's festivities.

"So, did you have fun last night?" he asked and I shook 
my head. "Really? Good. I'm glad you enjoyed your party. 
What was your favourite part?"

"Fucking Bear." I said, simply. 

"Really? Many men can even -uh-enjoy Bear. They think 
he's too big."

"Not me," I said, "I think it feels good. I fucked him 
again this morning." Vance's eyes went wide with 
surprise.

"Really?"

"Yup. While he was sleeping. I woke up with his dick in 
my ass. I even blew a few of the guys downstairs, too, 
before they left."

"Huh. Well, good for you. So did you enjoy all of the 
men having you?" I looked at him confused. "You know, 
being with you. (I didn't know.) Um, making love to 
you?"

"Ooooh!" I said, finally understanding. "No, they didn't 
make love to me, they fucked me. I've only ever made 
love to Bob." All of the adults at the table started 
laughing, looking at each other.

"Um, Timmy," Vance said, "‘Having you' or ‘being with 
you' is a polite way of saying that they fucked you. 
‘Fuck' is one of those special words that's only used 
during certain occasions. We try to avoid it during 
normal conversation. Get it?"

I really didn't. I was too young to understand "curse 
words" or anything like that, but I shook my head 
anyway.

"But you enjoyed it, yes? (Head nod from me.) Yes. Good. 
I'm glad to hear it. Did you know that over the summer 
all the Dads and boys get together and go camping?"

"No, really? That must be fun!" I said, excited.

"Sure is! Would you like to go with us this summer?"

"Yeah, I would. But what about my Dad? He doesn't do 
this kind of stuff."

"That's right! I forgot. I'm used to all of the fathers 
and sons going together. Well, I guess Bob can be your 
Dad for the trip."

"What about Bear?" I asked, looking at him. "Do you have 
a son, Bear?" I felt a little anxious waiting for his 
answer. I hadn't even thought about it before. What if 
Bear did have a son? I felt a twinge of jealousy. He 
might not be my Bear after all. He might have his own 
son to love. That thought almost made me cry. I might 
lose my Bear after only just having discovered him. 

"No, Timmy. I don't have any kids. It's just me. I come 
to these parties because I'm a friend of Vance's, but 
I've never been on the camping trip. It's only for 
fathers and sons."	

"But that's not fair. I mean, Bob already has Jimmy. 
Can't Bear be my dad for the trip?" I looked at Vance 
and pleaded to him with my eyes. "Pleeease?"

He gave a little laugh, then looked over at Bear. "Well, 
Bear, do you want Timmy to be your son for the trip?" 
Bear looked a bit surprised and even a bit sad. He kind 
of looked like he wanted to cry.

"Really, Timmy? You want me to be your Dad for the 
trip?" 

"Uh-huh. Really. I want you Bear. Be my daddy, 
pleeease!" Again with the pleading eyes. Bear sniffed a 
bit, like he was trying not to cry before he spoke with 
a little crack in his voice.

"It would be my pleasure." I jumped up and circled the 
table so I could jump in his lap and hug him. Since we 
were still naked, his soft cock found it's way into the 
cleft of my baby butt cheeks and sat there while we 
embraced. I loved the feeling.

Soon after breakfast it was time to go. I said good-bye 
to Vance and they had to literally pull me off of Bear 
to get me into the car. I kept my eyes on him the whole 
time we backed out of the driveway and drove off. I 
started to cry a little. Bob noticed this, and started 
to talk to me.

"Don't worry, Timmy. You'll see Bear again soon. Next 
weekend, if your parents agree to it, I'll tell them 
that Jimmy and I are going to go see his grandmother or 
something, and I'll drop you off at Bear's house for the 
day. I'll tell them that we plan on spending the 
weekend, if it's okay with them. Then you and Bear can 
have a whole day and night together. Then I'll pick you 
up Sunday. How does that sound?" My mood changed 
immediately, and I was excited to get home to ask my 
parents.

Lucky for me, my parents agreed and were happy to let me 
go spend the weekend at Jimmy's grandmother's house 
upstate. I started to look forward to my date with Bear 
next weekend. I started imagining what it would be like 
and what we would do and- oh, I just couldn't wait for 
it. That week, Bob didn't want to fuck me, saying that 
he wanted me to be all rested and healed up for Bear. 
That's not to say that we didn't fool around. Of course 
we did. Every single day. But Bob would not fuck me, 
only Jimmy. But I got to fool around with them. I also 
got to talk to Bear on Bob's telephone almost every day. 

We talked for a long time like teenaged lovers and even 
did that "No, you hang up first" stuff more than once. 
Bear seemed almost as excited as me about our weekend 
together and made sure to tell me that he loved me all 
of the time. But soon (no, really, it felt like forever-
kind of like Christmas) the weekend came and it was time 
for my first date with the first man I ever loved- my 
Bear.

We left for Jimmy's "grandmother's house" at about 3 
p.m. that Friday. Apparently, Bear lived some distance 
away in the middle of the woods in upstate New York. And 
I'm sure we could have got there faster if we didn't 
stop three times to change out the butt plug that I was 
wearing. I had begged Bob to do this for me so that I 
could be ready for Bear almost from the moment we got 
there. He kept telling me how proud he was of me and 
that it was amazing how fast I was "coming along." We 
finally got there late that evening at Bear's big two-
story log cabin looking thing that blended into the 
forest landscape perfectly. 

"Timmy!" he shouted, welcoming me with open arms and a 
great big "Bear" hug. I embraced him as though we were 
long lost lovers seeing each other for the first time 
since World War II started. Our lips pressed together 
and his tongue thrust itself in my mouth. I sucked on it 
like it was his cock. I got an immediate hard-on and 
soon noted that Bear was also rising to the occasion. I 
gave it a rub, but he bushed my hand away. 

"Patience, Timmy. We have all weekend." I had almost 
forgotten, but I also didn't want to be patient. I had 
been patient the entire damn week and I wanted to get 
laid right now. Bob and Jimmy held back by the car to 
give the lovers their time together. But soon Bear 
acknowledged them and invited all of us into his house. 
It was massive inside. The second floor only occupied 
part of the house, so the ceilings in the rest were 
higher than I'd ever seen. The rest of the inside was 
huge and went on for farther than I could see. The 
lighting was warm and the furniture overly large (like 
Bear) and very comfortable. We were all impressed by 
Bear's house and I told him so.

"Thanks, buddy. I work construction and decided to build 
myself a place away from all of that. During the week I 
live closer to you guys, but when the weekend comes I 
hide away here. I would have picked you up and brought 
you here myself, but I needed to clean up a bit before 
you came." I sat on Bear's lap in a giant chair and Bob 
and Jimmy barely took up the couch together. Bear 
offered us all some drinks and went to prepare them for 
us. He brought back large glasses filled with a dark red 
liquid. I looked at my glass for a few seconds before 
Bear told me it was called wine, made from grapes he 
grew himself. 

"It's kind of like grape juice with a little kick. Call 
it grape juice plus," he said.

I drank from my glass. It was very sweet and I liked it. 
"C'mon, let me show you guys around." He took us from 
one amazing room to the other. All told there were two 
bedrooms, a study, kitchen, living room and a bathroom 
with the largest tub I'd ever seen. It could easily hold 
four full-grown men in it. He then took us upstairs 
which only held his bedroom and a larger than normal 
bed, which he said he made himself. He told us that he 
had to get the sheets custom made for it. 

"I just don't like to lay in bed and have anything 
hanging off. That's why I made it so big. C'mon, let me 
show you my cave." We all gave him a weird look. "Well, 
I am called Bear, aren't I?" He led us back downstairs 
and into the kitchen. "I hid it. You know, just in case 
they...well, let's just say just in case." 

He pushed on a panel on the wall and suddenly it opened 
up. It was a hidden door that led to a staircase. He 
flipped a light switch on the inside and led the way 
downstairs to what looked like any average basement with 
junk and washing machine with a dryer. I wasn't quite 
sure why he felt that he had to hide this. It looked 
like my basement. But he walked over to another wall 
with stuff piled up and ran his fingers over the top. He 
must have pressed a button or something because that 
wall suddenly popped open.

"Welcome to the cave." We passed beyond the wall into a 
dark, gloomy room that echoed with every sound. He 
flipped another switch and soon the darkness was gone. 
We were standing in an actual cave. Rock walls, rock 
floor, rock ceiling. An honest to God cave. It was so 
cool!

"That's actually why I built my house here. I just have 
a thing for caves." As my eyes continued to sweep across 
the place I started to see- well, I wasn't sure exactly 
what I saw. More swings, several of them in different 
sizes and configurations. I recognized them. Then there 
was a long table, like at a doctor's office with metal 
stirrups that they use for female exams. A wall had been 
built along one side that held various dildos, 
vibrators, whips, chains, tools I didn't recognize- you 
name it, he had it. 

It was his personal little dungeon and he was proud of 
it. Bob and Jimmy looked around a bit, but I held close 
to Bear. I felt a bit scared in this place. I didn't 
know why. Soon I would come to love it, but for now 
let's say I was a little trepidation. Bear held me close 
as I shivered a little, even though it wasn't cold. 

"You OK, buddy?" Bear asked me. I shook my head 
nervously. "It's alright. We'll come back down here 
alone together later and I'll show you what all of this 
is for." With that we all left the cave. Bear didn't 
close the wall back, so I guess he felt safe with us 
knowing about his secret room. Bob and Jimmy both kissed 
me as they left, telling me that they'd "see me soon, 
and have fun." Bear and I watched as they drove off and 
Bear guided me back into the house. 

We sat down together on his big comfy chair and started 
to kiss. Really kiss. Like two teenage lovers who 
haven't yet discovered the further joys of intercourse. 
To put it simply we made out. I felt his meat swell up 
quickly under my little butt. Soon clothes started to 
come off and that's when Bear put the brakes on. 

"Not yet, buddy. (I gave him a nasty look.) Wait a 
second. I'm still nasty from work and from cleaning up. 
So why don't we go take a bath first?" My eyes lit up 
and I quickly ran to his giant tub, shedding clothes 
along the way. He stopped in his room and brought out a 
suitcase that he place next to the tub.

He ran the tub full of water and put something else in. 
When I asked what is was he told me it was called bath 
oil and that it would make us slippery and smell good. 
It did smell good. Almost minty. He was pleased to see 
that I had already been stretching my hole for him. I 
told him that I wanted to be as ready as I could for 
him. When the tub was full to the brim, Bear dropped his 
skivvies to the floor and climbed in with me. The tub 
overflowed, of course, but Bear had thought of 
everything and there was a drain in the floor. 

I was on him in a flash, sitting in his lap and 
thrusting my tongue between his lips. He responded just 
as quickly, pulling me into him and wrapping me up as we 
tongue-wrestled with each other. I felt his meat fill up 
quickly. I started sliding my wet thighs up and down it, 
clenching my muscles, trying to make him feel like he 
was inside of me. I soon dropped my head and sucked on 
his nipples. 

He responded by groaning and pressing my face to his 
breast. Bear really liked the nipple play. His nipples 
were larger than any other males I had seen up to that 
time and he told me once that they were as sensitive as 
a woman's. I liked sucking on them like a feeding baby. 
He seemed to really get into it to as he was grinding 
his cock between my legs. 

"No! No. Stop. Not yet." he said so sharply that it 
startled me. "I said we needed to clean up first." He 
took some soap, lathered his hands and started sliding 
them up and down my naked, wet body. I was so hard it 
was throbbing, which he noticed when he asked me to 
stand. "Boy, oh boy. Does that cock ever go down, boy?"

"No when I'm around you." I slyly responded with a big 
grin on my face. His hands felt wonderful, slipping up 
and down my flesh. Soon his hands found their way to my 
boyhood. He expertly gripped it softly and took great 
care to examine every centimeter of it while his hard 
(but soft feeling) hands slid up and down. With his 
other hand he caressed my little ball sack, making sure 
to roll my testicles around with his fingers. Is felt 
nice. He told me to put my hands behind my back, which I 
did while he kept up his ministrations on my little 
genitals as he sighed.

"Now, Timmy, are you sure you want me to be your father 
for the camping trip?"

I shook my head, emphatically saying "Yes."

"Fine. I'd really like that. But if I'm going to be 
acting as your daddy, then we need to start acting the 
part, right?" I shrugged. "No, really. If you're going 
to be my son and I'm gonna be your dad, then we need to 
have some rules, right?"

"I guess."

"Right. And that means that you are going to have to do 
what I say or get punished like any other father/son 
thing. Right?" He saw the bit of sadness in my eyes.

"But I like being with you because I don't have to 
follow rules."

"Oh, don't worry, Timmy, they won't be big rules or even 
bad rules. But we need to have some, right?"

"But then we can't be together. That's against the 
rules, isn't it?"

"Well, yes, but those aren't the kind of rules I was 
talking about." He was still milking my meat this whole 
time and it was really feeling good. It was hard to 
concentrate on the conversation. "What I'm talking about 
are little rules. Just for us. The big one is that you 
must do as I say, when I say it and don't argue. That's 
not such a bad one is it? You pretty much already do 
that, don't you?" 

"Mm-hmm." was all I could really say.

"But if you don't then I'll have to punish you." My eyes 
went wide at that.

"Don't worry, they won't be bad punishments. More fun. 
Like sex punishments."

He must have seen the confusion on my face. "Trust me, 
buddy. You'll like most of them I promise. You OK with 
that?" I shook my head. "Good. Let's try one right now, 
alright? All I want you to do is just stand there with 
your hands behind your back for as long as you can. 
That's it. Just stand there while I try something, 
okay?" 

I figured that wouldn't be so tough, so I agreed. Bear 
smiled and took the hand that was stroking me and 
instead used that palm of his hand and rubbed it in 
circles around the front part of the head of my penis. 
It created a sensation in me like I had never felt. Kind 
of like tickling. Kind of like electricity. I almost 
immediately flinched and accidentally pulled my hands 
away from behind my back.

"Oh, you broke the rules already, buddy," Bear said with 
a smile. "Let's try it again, but this time try harder, 
okay?" 

I shook my head and put my hands behind my back again. 
His palm starting circling my cock head again and that 
same feeling returned. Oh, God. It felt so good. The 
electric tickle. Try it yourself and tell me it doesn't 
feel like that. I flinched again, but caught myself this 
time before I broke the rules. Bear noticed this and 
winked at me.

"Sometimes it pretty tough, isn't it?" He said with a 
smile. He kept at it though, rubbing harder. I started 
moaning. His other hand left my balls, gripping my dick 
right at the base and squeezed. It got even harder. The 
electric tickle got more intense. He picked up speed. My 
legs were starting to go weak from this action. My 
thinking got fuzzy. But the feeling got stronger and 
stronger as he kept at it, rubbing it harder with each 
minute. 

Finally I felt like I was going to pass out and I broke 
the rules, releasing my hands from behind my back as I 
started to yell out. Bear let go of me and immediately 
replaced his hands with his mouth, while his hands 
reached back to lay with the butt plug still trapped 
inside of me. I placed both my hands on the back of his 
head, wrapping my fingers in his hair and pulling him 
closer to me so that I could force as much of my small 
schlong into his mouth. 

The difference is sensation made me lose myself and I 
started shooting pee-cum into his mouth. He kept sucking 
at it, drinking my fluids down. I was crying out in 
pleasure as it squirted from me and down his throat. All 
too soon I came down from my high and Bear couldn't suck 
out another drop. He sat back with a smile and looked at 
me like the cat that just ate the canary. 

"You broke the rules again. Now I have to punish you. 
But not tonight. I'll punish you tomorrow. Tonight is 
just about our love, right?"

"Right." I squeaked out, still trying to get my legs to 
stop shaking. He crossed the tub to embrace me and we 
hugged tightly. All too soon, he broke our bond and told 
me to roll over. He looked at the plug still held firm 
in my ass. 

"You know, Timmy, I think you might be able to take a 
bigger plug in there. That one's only about three 
fingers across. I think we might be able to fit a four 
finger one, if you want. It'll make it easier for you to 
take me later on, if that's what you want."

"That's all I want, Bear." 

"Sounds good to me." he said as he turned to dig in his 
case. "You know, Timmy, if I'm going to be the one to 
take you camping and be your daddy, maybe you'd better 
start calling me that. Would you like that?"

"Yes, daddy." I said in the cutest voice I could muster. 
He grabbed me from behind and hugged me again.

"You make me so very happy, Timmy, you know that? Ok, I 
think were ready here." I glanced over my shoulder to 
see Bear holding the biggest butt plug I'd seen up until 
that time and a bottle of lubricant. He bent me back 
over the side of the tub and none too gently pulled the 
other plug from my straining hole. He moaned a bit as he 
looked at my gaping back hole and stuck his tongue in as 
far as he could. 

Now, there is nothing in this world that I find quite as 
relaxing as a good rim job. I don't know why, but the 
minute someone puts their tongue on my ass hole I 
started to relax instantly. Even back then. Even though 
I was afraid of this new giant plug, the instant Bear's 
tongue touched me, all was right with the world.

He licked it for a minute or two, and then stood up and 
started to insert this monstrous thing inside of me. I 
didn't stay relaxed for long. Bear pulled it out and 
squirted lube inside of me and then stuck his fingers in 
to smear it around well. Then he tried again. He didn't 
stop until I was well past whimpering.

"Daddy, it hurts so much. No, daddy, I can't take it. 
Please stop." He did stop, but only for a moment.

"I was afraid of this. Well, there's nothing else for 
it. I'm going to have to give you a shot." I bolted 
upright at that. 

"A shot?!?!"

"Yes, Timmy, a shot. It will help to relax your muscles 
so it will be easier for you. You want me to make love 
to you, don't you?" I shook my head. "Right, and since 
we don't have a group of me or anyone else to help 
loosen you up, we'll just have to make do, now won't 
we?" How can one argue with logic such as that? "Look, 
I'll tell you what, Bob says you like to smoke. Would 
you like some of that first to help relax you?" Now he 
asked. Of course I would like some of that. 

I shook my head again, telling him so. "Ok, buddy, but 
we've got to get this other plug back in before you 
close back up." Then he not-too-gently pushed the old 
plug back in. He produced a large joint from inside of 
his bag and lit it before handing it to me. 

I immediately starting puffing away at it. "You should 
like it, Vance gave it to me." he said as he watched me 
intently. It hit me almost immediately and I was quickly 
lost in its glow. He took a few hits from it as we 
passed it back and forth, but I smoked the bulk of it. 
During this time, Bear was filling a syringe with 
medicine and looking at me with hunger in his eyes. 
"Don't worry, buddy, I got a much smaller needle to use 
on you." As if that was going to reassure me. When the 
smoke was gone Bear had me sit up on the side of the 
tub.

"This works best in a vein." he said as he examined my 
feet. "But we've got to put it somewhere that you 
parents won't see. Ah, here's a good one. Ready?" No. I 
really wasn't, but the smoke didn't care. I nodded my 
head and Bear quickly changed out the needle on the 
syringe and wiped my foot with alcohol. "Here goes." 

He tried to be gentle, but it still hurt. He expertly 
guided the needle into my small boy's vein and pushed 
the clear liquid inside of me. Soon I felt my body 
starting to go limp. I had a itch on my nose, but was 
having problems trying to get my finger to make contact 
with my nose. "Looks like your ready to try again," he 
said, as he helped me turn around and laid me down on 
one of the padded sides of the tub. 

I guess he figured that I wouldn't be able to stand up 
while he took care of business. And let me tell you 
something. He was right. The plug was once again 
removed, the other plug was once again lubricated and it 
was once again attempting to gain entry. This time, 
however, it succeeded. There was almost an audible "pop" 
as it tore apart my tender hole and seated itself inside 
of me. 

Bear moaned in pleasure and encouraged me. I gasped in 
pain and I'm sure I cried. But I can't remember it 
clearly. "Goddamn, boy, that looks so hot! Your ass is 
stretched out so much! I've never seen someone your age 
take so much!" Then Bear turned me around so that my 
head was hanging over the inside of the tub. 

"I'm sorry, Timmy, I can't hold off anymore." He stepped 
up to me, his throbbing meat leading the way. He rubbed 
the head of it against my mouth and before I could open 
all of the way, his cock was sliding inside of my mouth. 
He drove in deep, which was easy since my throat was 
lined up perfectly with my mouth, making a straight 
line. Also, the muscle relaxant and the fact that I had 
no gag reflex helped a whole bunch. In just seconds he 
was snaking down my throat.

"Ah, yeah, boy. Open up. Let me get that cock in you. 
Ah, god, I can see it stretch out your throat!" He 
played with that for a little bit, sliding the head of 
his stick in and out of my throat. I could feel it 
expand and contract with his thrusts. He bored with this 
soon, however and was quickly driving deep into me. All 
too soon, he was at that painful wall inside of me and 
that gave him pause for about five seconds before he 
broke through that, as well. 

He was now in undiscovered areas of my body that I never 
believed anyone could ever go. And that's when I felt 
it. A little bump on the forehead. My eyes were closed 
tight as I tried to adjust to what was going on inside 
me when I felt that little tapping. I opened my eyes for 
a second to see what exactly had hit my head. 

It took me a second to realize what it was, since it was 
so close, but then I realized that it was his ball sack 
pushing against me. Then it dawned on me. My god, I had 
done it! I had taken it all! Everything- every inch that 
Bear had to offer was inside of my gullet. I had 
swallowed Bear's thick, meaty sword. All of it. And he 
liked it, too.

"Oh, yes, Timmy! Take it all! Swallow that dick, boy! 
Take it all in your mouth!" He started plunging back and 
forth again, literally fucking my mouth. And I was 
taking it, too. He reached down and pinched my little 
nipples hard. He was using them to help pull me toward 
him as he slammed into me. "Ah, god! Ah, yes, boy! Oh. 
Oh! OH! Here I cum!! Drink it!! Drink it all down!" (Not 
that I had much choice in the matter.) 

He shot his load DEEP inside of me, pushing in with all 
of his might as he did so. His load must have shot 
straight into my stomach, since the head of him felt 
like it was already in there. Stream after delicious 
stream of his potent jizz flowed into me. I just tried 
to relax as best I could (not too much of a challenge, 
what with the muscle relaxant and the weed in my system) 
as he force fed me all of the juice that his over-sized 
balls contained. 

When he was done, he just kind of slumped over me as he 
held his member inside of me. Now, when he was pumping, 
I could catch the odd short breath every now and again. 
But like this? My airway was sealed up tight. I think I 
tried to fight and vomit up his still sputtering meat, 
but since I had no muscle tone, it was impossible and I 
quickly passed out.

When I came to, I was all dry (but slick from the oil) 
and laying naked in Bear's bed while he laid next to me, 
watching me.

"Still alive, then, I see." was all that he said with a 
smile. I smiled back. Yes, still alive I was- he dick 
hadn't killed me yet. I sat up a bit and he wrapped 
himself around me and hugged me with all of his might. 
"God, Timmy, I'm so sorry. Tonight was supposed to be 
special. Just you and me together. Now I've gone and 
ruined it. I almost killed you. I tried to be gentle, I 
really did. I swear, it's just that I got a bit carried 
away. I'm so sorry. Please forgive me, Timmy. Tell me 
you forgive me. God, please forgive me." 

He was squeezing me so tight that he almost killed me 
again. And he was crying. This giant beast of a man with 
whom I had fallen in love with was crying. I tried to 
talk, but all that I could get out was a little croak of 
a sound. Bear suddenly realized how tightly he was 
gripping me and slacked off a bit. When I caught my 
breath I told him that I had no reason to forgive him, 
as he had done nothing wrong. 

"But I almost killed you. I was so rough with you. I 
forgot how little you are and how big I am- I almost 
killed you, Timmy. I know that I hurt you. I didn't want 
to hurt you. Let me call Bob and tell him to come pick 
you up tomorrow. This won't work. It can't work." It was 
my turn to latch on to him and start crying.

"NO! Don't call Bob. I don't want to leave you. Don't 
you love me anymore?"

"God, yes, Timmy. I love you so much that it hurts. But 
I can't trust myself. I can't promise that I won't lose 
control and hurt you again."

"So, don't. I love you, too, Bear. All of you. Good and 
bad. I know that you don't want to hurt me. I know that. 
And you didn't. Not really. I'm still here. I'm just 
fine. My throat's a bit sore, but I'm ok, and I want to 
stay with you. I need you, Bear. Please don't leave me." 
More hugs. More tears from both of us.

"But I wanted tonight to be special, Timmy. Gentle. 
Loving."

"It is special, Bear. I wanted to deep throat you and 
now I finally have. I know how to do it and I know what 
to expect, so next time it won't be so bad. You gave me 
exactly what I wanted, Bear, and I love you for it."

"God, Timmy, you are so good to me, do you know that? 
Bob was right. You are a special guy." He glanced down 
to the floor for a second and then back to me before he 
smiled. "So, do you want to see if we can salvage the 
rest of the night, or what?"

"Please. I want you to make love to me, Bear. Soft and 
tender. Just like Bob does with Jimmy. Bob says that's 
how you know that someone really loves you. He says that 
anyone can fuck, but it takes two special people who 
love each other to make love. Will you- will you make 
love to me, daddy?" Another tear formed in Bears eye and 
rolled down his cheek. He looked me in the eye and 
smiled, saying, "I would love to make love to you, son." 

We embraced again like lovers and he laid me down on the 
bed with him on top. He started kissing me deeply. Our 
tongues met and he slid his to the back of my mouth. All 
I could think was that everything on this man was giant, 
his tongue included. Our tongues danced around each 
other in my mouth for a bit and I allowed my hands to 
roam over Bear's hairy body. It felt so good to hold him 
like this.

Even after everything that happened in the tub, I still 
felt completely safe in his arms. He started kissing his 
way down my neck and chest, nibbling at my nipples. His 
tongue left a trail of saliva as it slid down my belly, 
heading for my boyhood. He didn't touch it, though. 
Instead, he turned down my left thigh, still licking and 
kissing his way down my leg to my foot. He gently kissed 
the insole of my foot and teasing slid his tongue 
between my toes before sucking on each one. It made me 
giggle. 

Then he switched to the other foot, eating it the same 
way he had the previous one. I was actually getting 
excited by this. My cock was hard and throbbing. He 
kissed a tender path up that leg and was soon situated 
right at my turgid organ again. He lovingly licked my 
sack, making sure that he lapped at every part of it and 
sucked each ball softly. Finally, he ran his tongue on 
the underside of my tool and sucked it into he mouth, 
balls and all. 

His tongue ran laps around my cock as he swirled it in 
his mouth. He sucked and played with it for what seemed 
like an eternity before letting go. I almost wished that 
he hadn't. But, then again, with the promise of having 
him inside of me again, maybe it was better this way. He 
ran his tongue back up my belly and chest to kiss me 
once again. 

I then took my turn, mimicking what had been done to me. 
I learned that I liked feet. I liked licking them and 
sucking on toes- it was like ten little dicks all lined 
up for me. Apparently, Bear liked having his feet played 
with. I'd have to remember that in the future. When I 
got to his throbbing tool, however, he stopped me and 
pulled me up to kiss me.

"Now, let's not start that again, shall we? I think 
you've done that enough for right now," he said, before 
rolling me over on my belly. He kissed down my back 
until he had gotten to the massive (by my standards) 
plug still trapped inside of my other hole. He tried to 
gently pull it out, but to no avail. It was stuck. 

My anal sphincter had clamped down hard on it. "I was 
afraid of this," he told me. "The way I see it we have 
two options here, Timmy. One, I pull that sucker out of 
you and that's gonna' hurt. Bad. Or two, you let me give 
you another shot and see if that doesn't loosen it up. 
What do you think?" I didn't hesitate. 

"Give me the shot." Before Bear went to retrieve his kit 
from the bathroom he dug in his night stand and produced 
a small hookah, loaded it and left me to smoke it all by 
myself. When he got back, he drew up more medicine and 
gave it to me before reloading the hookah, which we 
shared this time. In short order, the drugs had taken 
affect and I was once again on la-la-land. 

He rolled me on my belly again and went straight for my 
ass. But this time, he slowly teased me with the plug, 
twisting it and giving it little pushes and pulls. It 
was such exquisite torture. It seemed that I had once 
again loosened up and was ready for anything. He gave 
the plug a gentle, but firm tug and it popped out of me. 
I think I gave a bit of a scream and although it hurt, 
it felt quite good, as well. 

Bear's tongue was inside of me in a flash, delving deep 
inside my hole. I could feel him licking at the tender 
recesses of my behind. It was magical. I unconsciously 
started humping the mattress as he continued his task. 
He apparently liked this because he spread my cheeks 
apart so that he could get in even deeper. Ah, rim jobs. 
There is no greater pleasure. 

All too soon, Bear dove into his bag again and produced 
some lubricant for us. He literally poured it into my 
fully relaxed and outstretched hole. It was that loose. 
I was gaping open for him. He applied some to his fully 
engorged penis and started knocking on my back door. For 
my part I raised my hips up so that he could get an 
easier angle on it. 

Here I was, gaping ass, dripping little throbbing prick, 
arching my back for his consideration. I hadn't been 
fucked and opened up by a bunch of other guys. I hadn't 
been lubricated by their spunk. I hadn't had Jimmy's 
fist in me. It was just Bear and I. And it felt so 
wonderful.

"Make love to me, daddy. Please. I want to feel you 
inside of me again." He wasted no more time. He pressed 
the head of his giant dick against me and pushed. I felt 
it slide in without a fight. I was just that wide open 
and relaxed. He got maybe half of it in on the first 
push alone.

"Ah, God, Timmy. You feel so good. It's gonna' be hard 
to hold back so that I don't hurt you."

"So, don't. Take me, Bear. Take your little boy." I 
could tell that he just wanted to let go and fuck me 
with all of his might, but he restrained himself and did 
it right, slowly slipping in and out of my boy hole. 
With each push he got a bit further in. Soon he was at 
my sphygmoid and kept right on going. It hurt, sure, but 
it felt so good. His rhythm started to pick up right 
before he stopped. 

"No, no. Not yet." He pulled out and lay down next to 
me. "Come here, Timmy. Come sit on my prick." I jumped 
up and climbed on top of him. It took a little work, but 
we finally got it back in and I started to sink down on 
his rod. He cried out when it slid inside of me again. 
He pulled me forward and started to kiss me. 

I wrapped my tongue around his as I started to grind my 
little butt against him. He started moaning and telling 
me what a great top fuck I was and how it was hitting 
all of the right spots on him. This encouraged me and I 
picked up the tempo, tying to make him feel as good as 
humanly possible. 

After a bit, I readjusted myself so that I was balancing 
on the balls of my feet and gravity did the rest. He 
slid in a bit further. Even further than before. We were 
hitting new places and depths inside of my bowels and I 
was loving it. My pre cum was free flowing by now and 
every time I sank down a bit, a little gush squirted out 
of me. 

Bear had left his bag within arm's reach and was digging 
in it now. He pulled out one of my favourite little 
bottles, but this one was blue and now the usual brown. 
He cracked it open and it make a wonderful hiss. 

"Here, take this. But not too much, ok? This is stronger 
than the brown ones."

"Is it as strong as that one that they gave me when 
Jimmy fisted me?"

"The little ampule thing? The small white one that 
looked like a pill?" I shook my head. "No. Did you like 
those?" Head shake again. "OK. We'll go get some of 
those tomorrow, alright? I know a guy. He'll hook us up 
for a favor." 

I smiled and started to inhale from the blue bottle. 
Bear was right. These were stronger than the brown ones. 
In only one little puff, my head was swimming and I was 
feeling really woozy and extremely horny. Bear took the 
bottle and inhaled from it deeply. Apparently he was 
ready for a hell of a ride. He passed it back to me and 
I breathed in the fumes twice- full breaths, understand. 
I immediately lost my balance. Bear quickly took the 
bottle, sucking down the aroma before sealing it and 
helping me to stay up. 

I slumped forward. I was still conscious. Just really, 
really fucked up. He tried to stab at me like this, but 
it just wasn't the same. He got up and threw me down on 
the bed without pulling out. He pushed my knees back 
further than they really ought to have gone and started 
tearing away at my hole. He passed the bottle back to 
me. Again, two full breaths and I was ready for 
anything. So was he. He started slamming his meat into 
me, ripping my guts a part, but I encouraged him to do 
it.

"Yes, Bear, yes, daddy. Fuck me daddy. Fuck me hard. 
FUCK ME!!" 

He did. I started squirting my juices everywhere. Each 
slam from him forced another shot out. It was on my 
face, on his sheets, his pillow, his chest, everywhere. 
The bottle was passed again as the onslaught continued. 
Just when I thought I couldn't take anymore, Bear began 
to growl. It started somewhere deep in his chest, rose 
up and came screaming out of his mouth. It was this 
deep, primal, guttural sound that excited me. He pushed 
in one final time, deeper than I thought was humanly 
possible, his balls slapped my torn apart ass and he let 
go with a torrent of ball-juice.

"Fuck, yes, Timmy! Ah, God! I'm cumming! I'm cumming! 
God, shit, fuck, yes! Take it! Take my cum in that 
little ass! Take it all! Take it! God, yes! Fuck, yes! 
AHHHH!" he screamed while coating my innards with his 
jizz. I could feel it gush out of me with every squirt 
he shot in. My balls decided that it would be a good 
time for them to release as well and I started 
screaming, as well.

"Fuck me, Bear! I'm cumming! God, yes, I'm cumming!" My 
(piss?) spunk shot all over Bear and some even got in 
his mouth as he was screaming. He didn't care. Shit, I 
could have clamped down and chopped his dick off right 
then and there and I don't think that he would have 
cared a bit. When he was done, Bear slumped down on top 
of me. It was hard for me to breathe. I mean, seriously. 

He was a large man and now his entire weight was 
pressing down on my four year old body. I guess he felt 
me struggle, so he rolled over on to his side, sliding 
out of me in the process. I was already recovering and 
decided that I wanted to taste him. I had been robbed of 
it the first time since he was so far down my throat. I 
dove down on his still twitching manhood and slid it 
inside my mouth. I could only get the merest taste of 
him though. Then I had an Idea. I got up and squatted 
over him, like his dick was Jimmy's mouth. 

I essentially crapped out large amounts of his seed 
before going back to lick it off. It was red. That's why 
it tasted so funny, my blood was mixed in with his load. 
I thought about it for about half a second, decided that 
I really didn't care since I'd often previously sucked 
my blood when I've gotten cut before and went about 
lapping up my treasure. Bear mumbled something about how 
hot that was.

When I had gotten it all of it, I turned once again to 
Bear's still hard tool and suckled upon him. That woke 
him up in a hurry. He placed his hand on the back of my 
head and encouraged me. Soon I had him squirting again, 
but this time it was all on my tongue. That's what I 
needed to feel fulfilled. When he stopped spurting, he 
told me that it was all that he had.

"That's it, boy. No more left. You drained me dry. 
You've gotta wait until tomorrow when I can make some 
more." He pulled me up and kissed me deeply. He rolled 
on his side, pulling me tight against him with my head 
resting on his chest. I could hear his heart pounding. 
We fell asleep that way. We two, man and boy, lovers.

To be continued?

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is 
meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in 
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 system.
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