“It felt lovely when it went in and I want to keep it there.” I said, “I'm afraid you won't be able to. It will act like an enema and you won't be able to hold it in.” “When can you do it again?” he asked. “I loved it sooooooooooooooooo much.” “Maybe tomorrow,” I said. “You'll have something to look forward to, eh.” When he had expelled all my semen, we dressed and went downstairs. I decided that I would have a rest after my exertions, following which we would have an afternoon footpath walk and thence to the playground.
VI.
As I was resting with Vincent sitting on my lap, inspired by a scene from Lolita where Humbert Humbert has the little nymphet in his lap. I had a serious conversation with him. I told him that if he ever told anyone else about what we had just done, I would probably be sent to prison and he would never see me again. “Can I tell Donald?” he asked. “That depends on whether he can keep a secret.
But whatever you do, don't tell him or anyone else that I put my willy in your bottom.” “But that was the bestest best part of it!”
“Vincent, if you can't promise me that you'll never tell anyone, including Donald, I won't ever do it with you again. I'm very serious about this, because I'm frightened that the wrong sort of people may get to hear of it and I'll be sent to prison.” At that, Vincent understood my concern and he promised he would never tell anyone.
“But can I tell Donald that I've seen your willy?” “I suppose that wouldn't hurt, so long as you don't tell him I've touched your bottom. But don't even mention any of it except in private or with me.” He agreed and reiterated his promise. The conversation terminated and we got up to go out. As we neared the door the phone rang: it was Niki telling me that her mother was worried that she might not recover from her injuries. She needed to stay with her mother for several days, but didn't really need the car. She would return and ask me to drive her back to her mother's house. This we did, and it was late afternoon when I returned home with Vincent and the car. I drove past Donald's grandmother's house. Vincent saw Donald walking home and asked me to stop to pick him up. When Donald sat in the car, he said his Mum and Dad were home and asked if Vincent and I could talk to them. Irene was watching for Donald's return and was surprised to see him get out of my car. She invited me in, introduced herself as Janet, and explained that she and her husband Danny had bought a corner shop type of business and they had to work every day to make it pay. I told Janet that I worked at home and my wife Niki remained as a housewife, so that we were at home all the time. If they found Donald's boarding school fees too much to bear, they might consider an arrangement with us and send him to a local day school. I stressed that the arrangement wouldn't be financial, but we would have to consider other things such as discipline. My impression of Donald was that he was well-behaved, but I stressed that I had only met him for a short while. Janet told me that her mother, who was quite a disciplinarian, had never shown any dislike for anything that Donald did and had praised him as a good boy. I suggested that Donald could spend the next day with us, and Janet was very happy with the idea. At that moment, Danny came downstairs after having a shower and introduced himself. Janet explained what we had decided and Danny approved in no uncertain terms. I told him that any firm decisions about the future would have to be discussed with Niki, and he agreed that it was essential. I told them of my situation with Vincent; that I wasn't really his uncle and had only known him for a short while.
But his mother and the police were obviously happy with me as a temporary guardian; he was staying with me for a week as a trial to test whether his mother could bear to be separated from him for an extended period. I also told them about my mother-in-law's accident and that my wife was looking after her for the foreseeable future; I would have to get used to being husband and housewife at the same time. I spent an agreeable hour or two chatting with them and hearing each other's life stories. One discovery I made was that the three of them were interested in naturism; they had spent several naturist holidays together and were thus completely uninhibited.
When I recounted the episode in the toilets that morning, culminating in Donald's embarrassment, Janet told me that her mother had been brought up in a strict religious family. Janet had never accepted the premise that naked bodies were dirty, and had impressed the same on Donald. She now understood that Donald was being pulled in two different directions on that subject, and she didn't like it. I assured her that my morals were more in line with theirs, although I had never seriously considered involvement in naturism. Danny said that it was effectively an acquired taste, and probably not for everyone. He and Janet were not in the least bothered by my implied rejection. It was time for Vincent and me to return to our own home. Janet called the boys downstairs and as we were leaving she said, “Donald will be ready for you tomorrow morning. Just ring the doorbell and he'll come out.” Vincent and I returned home, and Vincent told me that he had seen and touched Donald's willy; Donald had been unconcerned at showing it, so they had exchanged views and touches. They hadn't gone further than that; Vincent decided to leave the next step for the morrow. I bathed Vincent without more sexual action; we were both slightly jaded but were looking forward to some more in the morning, perhaps with Donald included. I put Vincent to bed, read him a story and went downstairs to put in some work hours.
VII.
It was a new working week. Sounds of people going to their jobs pervaded the otherwise still air, and I looked out of the window to give myself a weather forecast. Not a breath of wind, heavy cover and high humidity suggested some rain on the way. I had planned to take the boys to an exhibition of a working farm during the day, but the impending weather told me to change to plan B, whatever that was.
I hurriedly dressed and called in next door, just as the rain started, to collect Donald; he had been ready and waiting for nearly an hour and was very pleased to see me. I told him of my original plan, but the rain precluded that for the time being. We went indoors and then upstairs to Vincent's room; he was still asleep so Donald decided to give him a rude awakening. He threw back the bedclothes and revealed Vincent holding his very erect penis. Donald removed Vincent's hand from it and replaced it with his own, then squeezed it gently, retracting the foreskin as he did so. Vincent's expression showed that he enjoyed this, and he made a grab for Donald's nether regions.
Donald sat on Vincent's bed and extracted his small pecker from his trousers, and I was treated to the sight of two ten-year-old boys having a mutual whacking session. Donald obviously didn't object to my watching, as he looked up at me and smiled. I suggested that Vincent should go and pee, and we would decide what to do next when he returned. While Vincent was in the toilet, I sat on the bed with Donald and held his cock, giving it a little squeeze in the same way as he had done for Vincent. Donald looked at me and said, “Vincent told me that you have a big willy and he has touched it. Can I touch it as well?” Needing no second invitation, I removed my slacks and underpants, pointing my erection towards Donald and inviting his attentions. “It's bigger than my Dad's,” he said, “can I hold it?” He wrapped his little hand around it and slowly jerked it back and forth along its length. “Dad likes me to suck his willy wonka. Can I suck yours?” By way of reply I removed my penis from his hand and presented it to his mouth. His little pink tongue came out and he licked the glands, drawing a bead of precum from the slit.
As he was doing this, Vincent returned and wrapped his hand around my shaft. Two young boys attending my dick gave me thoughts that would have given Donald's grandmother a heart attack. I warned Donald that I was close to ejaculation, and he drew it further into his mouth, sucking as hard as his oral muscles would allow. This caused the inevitable reaction; my reproductive equipment started pumping semen into his throat, and I felt him swallowing as fast as he could.