WARNING: Graphic depiction of sex between a man and a boy from here on in. Be warned! No-one's making you read it.

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I breathed out and tried to work out what this meant. Through my head flashed Bart watching me change, our eye contact when we were brushing our teeth, Bart understanding what the warder made me do, Bart leaning against me when we got into bed. And Bart's dream! Of course, how had I missed the symbolism there!

To be sure that my finger was touching what I thought it was touching, I lifted my hand and placed it gently onto his penis, feeling with joy the small springy hardness that confirmed the presence of an erection. I left it there for a second and a half, then moved it back to his stomach.

Bart moaned slightly, and with his hot, sweaty hand, moved my fingers back onto his cock. My own erection returned to full strength immediately, but I was too shocked to move for a few seconds. Then, very gently, and still through the fabric of his pyjamas, I began to run my fingers up and down the length of his stiff little knob.

Bart started to respond, pushing his groin forward into my hand, and then his bum back against my dick. I thrusted gently against him, pulling him close, and allowing my cock to prod softly against the cushions of his buttocks. I kissed the back of his neck, and he turned his face up to me and kissed my lips. One peck wasn't enough for me so again I kissed his neck and again he turned to kiss my mouth. This time I guided him to turn his whole body to face me, and I kissed him again, opening my mouth a little, running my tongue along his bottom lip. He responded to this with his tongue, he used it to explore my mouth, and I his.

I threw back the bedcovers in order to see him properly. He looked up at me with his head tilted down to one side, and he wriggled and squirmed his hips a little and it was the most tantalising sight I have ever seen. I pushed up his pyjama top to expose the unmarked soft flesh of his belly. Lying down, his stomach was completely flat, and I liked the way it gave slightly when I kissed it, like a loose drum skin.

I pulled his top completely off, and marvelled at the lithe desirability of his slender frame beneath. I ran my hands down his torso, planted a kiss on each nipple, then turned my attention to his pants.

The dark blue material was tented around Bart's hard-on, and I gently flicked it with one finger, watching the way it bounced back to position. With growing anticipation, I pulled the pants over his penis, and let the elastic hold them just below his balls. Bart's cock was around 2 inches long, entirely hairless, and of a uniform pale colour. Even erect, his foreskin completely covered the glans, so the first thing I did was to roll this back with a finger and thumb. I masturbated him like this for a while, before deciding I could wait no longer without seeing this kid's ass.

I had deliberately left his pants on so that I got the pleasure of pulling them over those cheeks. I got him to lie face down, and knelt straddling his legs. I began to squeeze and massage his beautiful, full, rounded buttocks, and eventually allowed myself to pull his pants down. I grabbed the material at the top of his thighs and pulled from there, so that I could see it slide slowly over the 

soft mounds, bringing them gradually into full view. It was worth the wait. The boy has the most perfect ass ever conceived – smooth, hairless, fleshy without being fat, firm without being hard, and the most artfully sculpted shape, Michelangelo could not have done better.

I nuzzled, kissed, licked and bit those buttocks, until I became mindful of Bart's own pleasure and turned him over.

Bart was now naked, but I still had on my pyjamas, so as I sat next to him he began to undress me. He undid the buttons on my top one by one, and pushed it off my shoulders, then pulled off my pants. He looked at my dick, which was erect and twitching slightly in anticipation. He thought for a moment, then reached out and gently took it in one hand. He seemed to be investigating it, feeling its weight and testing its springiness before starting to stroke it. He started with one hand, but then added a second – one pulling up and down the loose skin on the shaft, the other stroking the exposed glans. While doing this, Bart had a look of expectant curiosity on his face, as if waiting for something spectacular to happen. I reached into Bart's crotch and began to pull on his boner, then pushed him over so that he was lying on his back. I lay on my front between his legs, and started to play with my new toy.

I pushed it down, to watch it spring back, marvelling at its resolute ability to always return to an upright stance, hovering above his belly. It had a wonderful feel to it, firm, with a little bit of give in it, hot, eager, and with so much potential. With one hand I brought it to a right angle with Bart's body, and ran my tongue up the back of it. I kissed the tip, then pulled down the foreskin and took the whole thing into my mouth. I took it out again and sucked his balls, pressing them gently with my tongue, then ran my tongue the whole length of his cock. Again I took it into my mouth, and with a rhythmic sucking I brought the child towards climax. As he neared it, he sat up and put both hands behind my head to pull me in closer, and thrusted harder and harder into my mouth. Just as he was at the peak, he moaned on each stroke, threw himself backwards onto the bed and arched his back, pushing still deeper into me. I felt his hard little cock throbbing against my tongue as I carried the boy I loved through the palaces of pleasure in a dry orgasm.

Bart relaxed his grip on my head as he coasted down the other side, and I felt his penis soften slightly. I moved up to kiss his mouth, and he eyed me with a contented smile, eyes half closed. He sighed, and said simply, "Wow."

He took a matter of mere seconds to recover, and was soon eager to return the favour. I noticed that his erection returned within about half a minute without any encouragement from me. Oh for the sexual stamina of a 10 year old boy!

On all fours, he crawled round and took hold of my dick. There was a moment's hesitation as he let the glans rest against his lips. My cock on his pretty face was a sight wonderful to behold – the coarse, animal sensuality of my genitalia contrasted with the expectant innocence of the child's face, coupled with the anticipation of the act that was to follow. He tentatively touched the end with the tip of his tongue, perhaps to check the taste. Satisfied that it wasn't unpleasant, he opened his mouth wide and took in the glans.

The hot damp warmth of his mouth around my cock was the most exquisite pleasure I have ever felt. He took just the head in and out of his mouth, running his tongue up the back on each out-

stroke. I gradually pushed more of it in on each thrust, but when it got a little over half way in, he gagged, so I pushed no further and allowed him instead to take just the glans.

I was in such a heightened state of excitement that I didn't last very long. I exploded into the warmth of his mouth and he swallowed my cum without having been asked, almost as a reflex action. He continued to suck after I had expended all I had, and so I removed my softening dick from his mouth and pulled him up to lie on top of me.

I would have been content to stay like this, underneath my boy, my hands on his bottom, kissing him occasionally, and revelling in the warmth of his keen little body. Bart, however, was not.

I could feel his incredible hard-on pushing into my belly, and while he indulged my post-coital cuddles for a short while, he was soon on his feet demanding a replay.

As he stood over me on the bed, I had again the opportunity to admire the brilliant symmetry and perfection of his physicality. I noticed the slight bulge at his knees, shoulders and elbows, where his slender limbs made their attachments. I noticed the way he had a very slight definition to his pectorals. I noticed that his stomach ended in a tantalising v-shape, at the bottom of which could be found that still upstanding penis. I noticed that he had barely visible downy hair on his legs below the knee, and on his arms below the elbow, but that the rest of his body was smooth and hairless.

But most of all, when he stood sideways, I noticed in profile the exquisite gentle curve of his belly in towards his penis. It is my considered opinion that there is nothing sexier than a slight pot belly on a skinny boy – and Bart Simpson proved to have a perfect example. I'm not talking about a large belly – I abhor fatness in children – but a small graceful curve from a child's navel to his pubic area is a sight about which I could write tomes.

Bart danced about above me, pulling at his cock every now and then, stroking his belly and bum, trying to entice me back to life. Facing away from me with a knee either side of my torso, he sat on my chest and leant forward to begin coaxing my flaccid dick back to an erection. I was thus presented with a close-up view of his pretty little ass. I ran my hands over the cheeks, then allowed my fingers to travel slowly down the crack. His half kneeling half sitting position pulled the cheeks apart, giving a full view of the small pink asshole. My fingers circled, then softly tickled it. I pushed it gently to test the feel of it – it did not give. I pulled Bart closer to me and ran my tongue up the cleft, nudging softly at the hole, circling and then gently pushing the tip of my tongue against it again. I wetted my index finger in my mouth, then slowly eased it into Bart's bum. There was a sharp intake of breath as it went in, and them more easily the whole length followed suit. I could feel the ring of muscle pulling hard against my finger, and it was with disappointment that I realised that it was so tight I would not be able to put my cock there without hurting the boy. As I had no desire to cause him pain, I would have to be inventive.

I turned Bart around so that he was kneeling over my neck, facing me. I opened my mouth slightly to invite him to put in his boner, but he began by rubbing it over my face, using his hands to tap it against my cheeks, even poking me gently in the eye, and letting his balls drag over my mouth. We started to play a game where he would come close to putting his cock in and then move it away at the last minute, and I'd try to catch it in my mouth.



When I caught it for the third time, Bart's desire took over and he let me suck him. With my hands on his hips, I started off with long, powerful strokes, sucking hard on the way out. Then I held the tip between my lips and tickled the end with my tongue, while I jerked the shaft with a finger and thumb. We settled into a rhythm of sucking while Bart thrusted into my mouth. I reached through his legs and inserted my finger into his ass. With every thrust, I felt it tense against my finger, and I soon wished it was my cock up there. Bart came with my finger inside him, and again I felt joy as his stiff prick throbbed against my tongue in a dry orgasm.

Bart sat back across my hips, trapping my dick beneath him. He lifted his weight slightly and rocked his hips back and forth, so that he was stroking my cock with his ass. Even if I wouldn't enter him today, I could at least cum on those cheeks. I allowed him to continue his ungainly shuffle, but his legs were soon aching so I directed him to lie on his front on top of me. I opened his legs and moved him down so that my cock stood up between the top of his thighs. I closed his legs tight, trapping my cock. If I lifted my head, I could just see the glans poking up at the bottom of his butt.

In this position, I thrusted up through his thighs, against his ass. I had a hand on each cheek, and I could feel his boner against my belly. He reached round behind him and rested his hand on my glans, pulling it into the soft flesh of his ass, and giving me something to thrust into. I kissed him as I thrusted, pleased to be able to fuck him without hurting him. As I neared climax, he gently bit my lower lip, and tugged. I let out a cry as I came, filling his cupped hand with jism.

The insatiable boy insisted I suck him off again that night, which I did, following which we lay entangled and sticky on the bed, and fell asleep.