Perverts 'R' Us

Andromeda Rising - Chapter Four

By Chillun ( M/b, Sci-fi )

As usual, no copyright infringement intended in any way. This is a work of fiction.

Dylan awoke to the delicious sensation of having his knob slobbered over. Unconsciously, he stretched his big arms over his head, thrusting his sex further into the wet appendage lodged onto his cock head. Lazily, Dylan allowed the worship of his sex to continue, not really registering exactly who was sucking him off so well. He marveled at the feel of the clinging little mouth and small hands caressing his tumescent cock. Tensing slightly, Dylan suddenly remembered the events of last night, and realized who was doing such a good job on his prick. With a slight sigh, he relaxed, and let Jimmy carry on. Truth was, Dylan absolutely loved being awakened this way, and would do nothing to discourage this part of Jimmy's training.

Jimmy, meanwhile, was in heaven, finally being granted full access to this beautiful man's body! He worked as much of his mouth as he could over the swollen, heavy knob, licking Dylan's pre-cum as it drooled out of the big slit, washing the head and about an inch of the shaft with his wide open mouth. He had used his hands to slick Dylan's foreskin back, and was sliding them along the length of his cock, squeezing the base, and rolling his big balls around in their loose sac, trying to encourage even more lubricant from Dylan's fuck tube.

Dylan brought his left arm down, and rested his hand on the back of Jimmy's head. Gently gripping the small boy's skull with his large hand, Dylan began working the child's mouth over his throbbing dick, forcing Jimmy to accept more of him. Jimmy's throat began to open, allowing more of Dylan's cock to penetrate him. Setting up a rhythm with his hand, Dylan fucked himself into Jimmy's willing mouth. Spit and pre-cum leaked out from the little boy's stretched lips, running down the shaft and lubricating Jimmy's hands as he worked them all over Dylan's rampaging hardon.

His fat balls tightening, Dylan shoved Jimmy's mouth even further down the length of his meat and erupted into the kid's throat, feeling Jimmy's gag reflex working the end of his knob, heightening the fantastic sensations. After the first few spurts, Dylan pulled back and finished cumming in Jimmy's mouth, allowing him to take a breath. Jimmy also managed to swallow all of Dylan's cum, which was substantial. He generally shot five or six big wads and then leaked some more. Jimmy hung on, though, until all of the aftershocks were over. The sloppy face of Jimmy beamed up at Dylan, "Was it pretty good for you, too?" the cock-sure little six-year-old asked.

Dylan roared with laughter, relieved that Jimmy hadn't seemed to mind being treated a little rough. When he could, He did ask, though. "Were you OK, soldier? I got a little carried away in the moment. I hope I didn't hurt you."

"Naw, I was fine. I had lots worse before. Besides, I love you, that makes it fun."

Touched by Jimmy's honest admission, Dylan slid the small boy up his chest, reveling in the feel of his smooth young skin against his own hairiness, and kissed him, saying, "I love you, too, soldier."

They snuggled together for a few minutes, quietly touching and "smoochin around" as Jimmy put it. All too soon, it was time to get up and start the watch.

With Dylan's schedule as Captain, and the intensity of the school/training program Dylan had set up for Jimmy, they spent very little of their days together. They always tried to meet for lunch though, so they could have a few minutes together during the day. In the commissary, Jimmy was being entertained by Harper while they waited for the rest of the bridge crew to arrive. Harper and Jimmy had taken to each other in a strange way, probably having to do with their mutual origins, but despite Harper's pretence of indifference, Dylan somehow knew that Harper would die for Jimmy, if it ever became necessary. It was good to know he had a backup if something should happen to him.

Actually, everyone on board had pretty much fallen for Jimmy. His winning smile and basically happy demeanor had won over the crew completely. He could still be very prickly about certain things, especially when provoked, and was best left alone for awhile, until he had a chance to work things out in his own mind. Even Tyr, who had been observed laughing with the boy, and offered to guide his physical training, made a sincere attempt to befriend the child.

Romy, Becka, and Trance doted on him, having brought out the mother in all of them, although how an android got maternal was beyond Dylan. Had he not put his foot down, hard, the women would have spoiled him to death. Even so, he knew that Jimmy got away with anything when the women were present, unless one of the men was there as well. He didn't mind too much, feeling that the boy had earned a little spoiling, but not enough to ruin him.

Lunch was the usual raucous affair, everyone talking over each other, discussing ship's systems, current politics, the state of Andromeda and the fleet, Jimmy's education, Harper's newest brain wave, and Becka's wish to go skiing on a moon resort. Even Romy and Trance never missed a lunch, even though neither of them ate, as such. It was usually the high point of the day, and generally the only meal they all took together, achieving a social as well as practical goal.

The evening meal was taken in either smaller groups or in your quarters, unless it was a special occasion. Dylan and Jimmy always dined together, usually with one or two of the officers, discussing the day's reports or planning the next day's business. Also, Dylan took the time to question Jimmy regarding his schooling, using his own knowledge to flesh out the boy's learning.

Jimmy was a very smart child, a quick learner, and thirsty for education, which pleased Dylan. Everyone contributed, no matter how much or how little. He even approved of Tyr guiding Jimmy's physical education, knowing he would be trained by a master. At first Jimmy had been very hesitant about taking instruction from Tyr, having been under the influence of other Nietzcheans until very recently, but with Dylan's encouragement, the brave young boy had submitted himself to Tyr's supervision. It had worked out well though, Tyr having known he had to gain the boy's trust, before anything else, and having succeeded in doing so.

Jimmy and Trance spent hours together in Trance's greenhouse, but what they said or did, neither spoke of. Actually, Dylan didn't want to know. Trance scared the pants off him with her uncanny abilities, and he suspected she was teaching what she could to Jimmy. Becka worked on his reflexes and future piloting skills and Harper entranced him with cybernetic fairy tales, instilling in the boy a solid working knowledge of theoretical math. Romy was, literally, the Encyclopedia Galactica to him. Her extensive database helped fill in the huge gaps in his basic education.

That evening, Tyr had come to dinner, in order to discuss strategy for an upcoming engagement, and to have alternatives available. As dinner wound down, Jimmy's attention had waned. Instead, he worked on his homework, concentrating on the math problem in front of him. Dylan got up to get fresh beers for Tyr and himself, and as he returned to the table, he saw Tyr watching Jimmy through lowered eyelids. He had a huge bulge coursing down his leather-covered thigh and made no attempt to hide it from Dylan's gaze. Looking over at Jimmy, unaware of the sexual tension in the room, Dylan could see why Tyr was hard.

With just an overhead spot lighting him, the fair skinned boy, in just a pair of shorts since his pre-dinner shower, had a halo of light around his dark chestnut hair that cascaded down around his shoulders and back, making Jimmy look like he was illuminated from within. Suddenly, Dylan wanted Tyr gone. Tyr looked up at him, reading his mind in that funny way Tyr sometimes had, and rose up, freeing his erection up even further as he stretched, panther like.

"And a good night to you, Captain." he murmured on his way out.

"To you too, Tyr."

"Nothing like yours, I'm sure!" Dylan could almost swear he heard that in his head, not in his ears.

Jimmy jumped up as soon as Tyr left, displaying his own boner sticking out the front of his boxers. "Did you see how big he was, Dylan?" the boy asked breathlessly.

"It was hard not to." Dylan replied, slightly annoyed.

"He's way too big for me," Jimmy continued, blithely, "I much prefer yours; I know I can make it fit."

"Only a few of the older kids could take someone like him, and even they got hurt, sometimes."

As a surge of lust swept through Dylan, the only words that truly registered were "I much prefer yours; I know I can make it fit."

Suddenly, Dylan just wanted to fuck this kid, to slide his big tube up his boy-pussy and pork him until he squealed like a pig. Scooping Jimmy up, Dylan thrust his tongue into Jimmy's mouth, hoping to bring the kid up to speed before Dylan got started, because he knew he wasn't waiting for anyone this time. He thrust a long finger up Jimmy's bum-hole and was gratified to find that the little boy had already lubed himself, obviously anticipating a fuck.

Fucking into the kid's mouth with his own thick tongue, Dylan probed with a second finger up the boy's arse, trying to stretch his hole a little before he penetrated the six-year-old's ass. Jimmy hunched himself down on Dylan's thick fingers as he worked them into his hole, loving the feel of being filled and stretched by Dylan's hand. He ground himself onto his impaler, trying to get more inside as he sucked Dylan's tongue, encouraging him. Walking to the nearest armchair, Dylan lifted the child away from him, using the fingers in his ass to do so, and carefully turned him face-down on the leather chair-back.

He continued to fuck his two fingers up the boy's bum while he freed his drooling cock with the other hand. Letting his pants drop around his ankles, Dylan rubbed the leaking pre-cum all over his plum-sized head until it was slick and shiny with lubricant. Withdrawing his two fingers, Dylan shoved the head of his cock up the boy's pink hole with no warning, having inserted the knob plus an inch or two before Jimmy had time to gasp. He allowed the boy a few seconds to accustom himself the invasion before pressing onwards, forcing more and more of himself up the kid's incredibly tight back passage. Soon he was more than halfway in and Jimmy had only groaned a little as each inch pierced him.

"Come on, push, push back." Dylan encouraged the little boy to accept even more of his huge prick. With a mighty grunt, followed by a sigh, something seemed to relax in Jimmy, and Dylan's engorged meat slid in up to its hilt, buried in the boy's flesh.

Dylan stared down at his thick cock meat buried in this little six-year-old's ass, his fuck tube completely encased by Jimmy's small body. All along the length of his cock, he could feel the hot, tight flesh holding him and squeezing the entire stretch. Very few women had been able to do that, so it was doubly exciting for Dylan.

He began to work his cock in and out of Jimmy, sliding out about halfway and then slipping the full length back in, his balls slapping against Jimmy's split cheeks with every thrust. He couldn't seem to get enough of Jimmy, grinding himself into the small boy's perfect butt, fucking the kid with long, deep strokes that lifted the boy off the chair as he passively submitted to Dylan's use. His willingness to be used spurred Dylan's lust as he slid the sweat-soaked boy along his pole, masturbating himself into Jimmy's little fuck hole.

He rolled Jimmy over onto his back, so he could watch Jimmy's face while he fucked him. The little boy flopped helplessly, skewered by Dylan's enormously swollen member. Spitting on his hand, Dylan began to masturbate Jimmy's erect cock, forcing the foreskin to retract and further exciting the abused child's body. He began using Jimmy's swollen cock like a joystick, forcing Jimmy to slide up and down Dylan's own fuck meat.

Lost in a sexual haze, Dylan murmured softly as he raped the child, "You love getting fucked like this, you little fuck toy? Love that slick meat up your pussy, don't ya, pussy-boy? Like me to fuck ya all day long, could take it too, little cunt, couldn't ya?" He articulated his lust as he mindlessly thrust himself into Jimmy, who willingly accepted all Dylan had to give, humping his boy dick into Dylan's fist while he rode him. Reaching up the boy's chest, Dylan squeezed Jimmy's pale pink rosebud nipples in turn with his free hand.

Jimmy began to orgasm, lurching around on Dylan's cock like a fish on the hook, while his immature body thrashed to a dry orgasm. The boy's involuntary jerking set off Dylan's own orgasm and he jammed the child as deeply as he could onto his cock while he jetted his cum into the child's intestines.

The sudden pressure on Jimmy's bladder caused it to release and Jimmy's cock began peeing as Dylan ejaculated inside of him. The golden stream arched up onto Dylan's hairy belly and ran down onto his crotch. The sight and feel of it was too much for Dylan and he ground into Jimmy, releasing yet more cum into the small boy. He collapsed onto Jimmy, covering the still-impaled boy with his hairy, sweaty, and now piss-soaked belly, while they recovered their breath. Dylan had never cum so hard in his whole life, ever.

With his still-hard cock up Jimmy's bum, Dylan picked the boy up and carried him to the shower, turning the water on to clean them. He leaned back, and supporting Jimmy with his muscular arms, rested his back against the wall. Seating Jimmy firmly upon his dick, Dylan began pissing up the hole he had so recently fucked.

"Just thought I'd return the favor." he remarked while his hot load of piss filled the boy to bursting.

A flood of warm fluid cascaded down from the small boy's tender asshole as his intestines released their load. Jimmy's mouth formed into a round little 'O' as this further invasion caused him to have a second orgasm. Dylan eased the little boy off his still-swollen tube steak after he subsided from his aftershock. Cradling the slightly woozy child in his arms, Dylan washed them clean and checked Jimmy for any damage. Fortunately, he came through it remarkably well, only tired, and a little sore. The six-year-old's arsehole was swollen and a little stretched, red from its recent hard use, making Dylan want to fuck him all over again. He knew though, that the boy needed a rest.

As they lay curled together in bed, Dylan reflected on the sex, knowing he had never had better, or was likely to. Already, his tumescent cock was wedged between Jimmy's willing thighs, oozing pre-cum as it butted up against Jimmy's own erect cock and balls.

Dylan pulled the boy closer to him as they settled down to sleep. "Nothing is ever easy!" he muttered.

End.

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