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Jonah shouldn’t have been so interested in Ryan. His case file looked like many of the others Jonah dealt with as a social worker. Ryan was 5, and lived with his single father in a trailer park at the edge of town. Jonah knew the one—squalid was too good a word for the place.
His father didn’t work, and Ryan was still too young for school. Ryan’s father was a meth addict, and CPS had removed the child from the home earlier in the year, but the boy had no other family he could be placed with, so eventually he went back with his dad.
Jonah rubbed his eyes. It was way later than he was supposed to work. But Jonah didn’t have anywhere else to be. He was 26, single, and gay. He didn’t have a boyfriend, or even anyone he was hooking up with on the side. No friends, either. His job was his entire life.
He lived alone in a two bedroom house he’d inherited from his parents, who’d died when he was a child. Maybe that’s why he was so interested in Ryan. But again, that described so many of the cases piled on his desk.
With a sigh, he closed the folder, turned off his office light, and resolved to do a house visit in the morning.
Jonah wrinkled his nose as he stepped out of the car. The trailer park was on a dusty patch of land on the outskirts of town. It had no paved roads and smelled of sewage. All the mobile homes were squat and long, and at least half a century old. None of them had lawns, only brown grass, and all of them had at least one broken window.
The steps to the front door nearly crumbled under Jonah’s feet. He knocked and the entire mobile home shook. He waited in the oppressive heat, slowly sweating through his white button-up shirt and gray slacks.
Jonah was a slim, tall man. His skin was pale, dipping toward pasty, and his dark brown hair was unkempt and balding at the temples, even though he was barely into his late 20s. He wore black, square glasses over his dark eyes and his beard and mustache was thin but well-maintained.
He raised his fist to knock again when the door swung open. On the other side of the door was Ryan. Jonah sucked in a breath—the boy was a cute little thing, with hay colored hair and deep brown eyes. His face was dirt-stained and pale, with big ears protruding from a cherubic face.
Jonah couldn’t believe how skeletal the kid looked—did his dad EVER feed him? It’d obviously stunted his growth. Even for a 5-year-old, he was small. He didn’t even reach Jonah’s crotch (why did the thought make his cock tighten in his pants?). The only fat on him was the stuff that hadn’t burned off with age.
Jonah knelt down to look the cutie in the eyes. “Hey bud. Is your daddy home? I need to speak to him. I work with a group that checks daddies and kids to see if they need some more help.”
Ryan shot the man a crooked smile. “Yeah.” He spoke with a lisp. “He’s sleeping on the couch—he does that a lot. Do you work for the government?” He spoke the word as if he was parroting it—probably from his father.
“Yes, I do,” Jonah answered. Ryan left the door ajar and walked down the hall. Jonah followed.
The house was dingy and dark and smelled of rotten food. Jonah covered his nose as he followed Ryan deeper into the trailer. Jonah was used to bad home situations. Ryan’s father wasn’t a hoarder, at least, but that wasn’t saying much. The carpet was caked in dirt, and the living room held only an old TV and a couch.
Ryan poked his father’s face; the man was passed out on the couch, and if not for his snoring, Jonah would’ve thought he was dead. “Dada, some man from the government is here.”
Ryan sprang back with a yelp as his father leapt alive like a possum playing dead. He’d swiped something from under the couch cushion—a knife. He brandished it at Jonah. The man wasn’t much older than Jonah—he knew that from Ryan’s file—but he looked old enough to be his father. His face was sunken and yellowed, and he was missing teeth. He may as well have been a corpse; somehow, he was skinnier than Ryan.
“Who’re ya?! What’d’ya want?” The man spoke fast and slurred, and Jonah wondered if he was high on meth at that very moment.
Jonah held up his hands in an attempt to placate the man. It wasn’t the first time he’d been threatened at knifepoint—he’d been threatened with a lot worse, actually. "Sir, my name is Jonah Wilkins. I'm a social worker with Child Protective Services. I’m here to check-up on Ryan’s well-being."
The man's bloodshot eyes darted around wildly. "You ain't takin' my boy again! I'm a good dad, I take care of 'im real good!"
"I understand that, sir," Jonah said slowly. "This is just a routine house visit." It wasn’t, but he figured the man didn’t need to know that.
"He's my son!" the man snarled, jabbing the knife in Jonah's direction. Jonah wondered why the meth head cared so much about a son he obviously neglected.
Suddenly, the man lunged at Jonah, swinging the knife. But there was no power behind the blow, and Jonah blocked it easily. Ryan’s father cried out in pain, the knife clattering to the floor, as Jonah grabbed his wrist, twisting it sharply.
“Sir, do NOT make me have you arrest for assault,” Jonah said, releasing his hold on Ryan’s father. The man stumbled back, hitting the couch and sitting down heavily.
The man’s eyes hardened. “I can’t go back to jail!” he said angrily. Too angrily to just be mad about the assault charge—or whatever charges would be filed when police searched the home for drugs. He was hiding something.
That's when an idea struck Jonah. It was wildly unethical, but it was for Ryan's own good. His father was clearly unfit.
"I'll make you a deal,” Jonah said, calmer than he felt. “Agree to terminate your rights and sign Ryan over to the state. I won’t report the assault, and you won't go back to jail."
The man's face twisted in rage. "You can't make me! He's MY boy!"
"Sir, I'm not making you do anything. It's your choice—give up custody willingly and walk free, or I call the cops and you rot in a cell while Ryan becomes a ward of the state anyway. Which is it going to be?"
Ryan's father glared daggers at Jonah, but after a long moment, his shoulders slumped in defeat. "Fine... I'll do it. Just gimme the damn papers.”
Jonah nodded and pulled out his cell phone to call the police. When they arrived a short while later, they didn’t cuff the man—Jonah had kept his side of the bargain and wasn’t pressing charges. But they did take him into custody, as he would sign his rights over at the station.
Jonah listened as the officers discussing arrangements for the boy. "We'll have to take him to a group home until we can place him with a family. Could be a few days at least before there's an opening." The words “if there ever is” hung unspoken in the air.
Jonah's stomach clenched. He’d stayed at a boy’s home for a couple weeks after his parents died, while his grandparents made arrangements to come get him. He wouldn't wish that on any child.
Especially not one as adorable as little Ryan.
"I'll take him," Jonah heard himself say. The officers turned to him in surprise. Jonah swallowed. "I'm a registered foster parent.”
It was true—he had gone through the certification process when he first started this job, for situations just like this. "I have space at my house. Ryan can stay with me until a more permanent arrangement is made."
The officers exchanged uncertain glances but ultimately shrugged. Better than leaving the kid at some decrepit group home. They nodded to Jonah.
"Alright, we'll note that in the report. He's all yours for now then.”
Jonah led Ryan out to his car. The boy had no belongings to gather—just the dirty, too-small clothes on his back. Jonah made a mental note to buy him some new clothes first thing the next day, as well as toiletries and the rest of his essentials.
The drive to Jonah's house was quiet, with Ryan staring wide-eyed out the window. When they arrived, Jonah showed Ryan inside the modest but tidy home. It was somehow still much bigger than his dada’s trailer.
"Let's get you cleaned up, little man," Jonah said.
He ran a bath before undressing the boy. Ryan’s ribs protruded and his tummy distended slightly. Anger flared in Jonah, but as he lifted Ryan into the tub, he felt his pants tighten.
Jonah gently scrubbed the dirt from Ryan’s pale body with a washcloth. He wasn’t sure how long it’d been since Ryan last bathed, but considering that the dirt came off in layers, Jonah guessed it’d been a while.
The boy seemed completely unbothered, which was weird for a boy who’d experienced as much neglect as Ryan had. He leaned into Jonah’s touch, preening and splashing around.
"Your hands feel nice, Mister Jonah," Ryan lisped, gazing up at him with those big brown eyes. "Dada touches me too when he gives me baths—touches me all over."
Jonah nearly dropped the washcloth in shock. He swallowed hard. He could figure out more about the kid’s sexual abuse history tomorrow. Tomorrow meant he could ignore the fact that he kept staring at the boy’s little cocklett.
After finishing bath time, Jonah toweled Ryan dry and dressed him in one of his old t-shirts that hung past the boy's knees. As he carried Ryan to the spare bedroom, the little boy wrapped his arms around Jonah's neck, nuzzling his collarbone.
Jonah froze momentarily—was the boy placing small kisses on his neck? And why was his cock throbbing at the thought? Jonah had never been attracted to boys. But then again, he’d never been attracted to anyone. Sex was just sex.
"Alright buddy, time for bed," Jonah said, tucking Ryan under the covers. "We'll get you some new clothes tomorrow, okay?"
Ryan nodded, his eyelids already drooping. "Night Mister Jonah," he mumbled. Jonah flicked off the light and quietly shut the door.
In his own bedroom, Jonah stripped off his shirt and slacks, draping them over the chair in the corner of the room. Dark hair covered his chest, running down his skinny stomach to his cock.
He had an average cock, 6 inches hard with a wide head and a thick, black bush. Jonah stretched out on his bed and passed out immediately.
He woke with a start, face down on his mattress. The room was crowded in darkness, and it felt like he’d only been asleep for seconds. Something warm and wet probed at his hairy asshole.
His eyes crossed, his mouth falling open, as he felt the tongue pressing apart his sphincter. Had Jonah invited some man over and simply forgotten? No, if the tongue-fucking was this good, then the actual fucking would’ve been mind-blowing. Way too good to forget, even in his half-asleep state.
The tongue was so small and warm as it pressed past Jonah’s tight ring to lick at his walls. Jonah groaned into his pillow, hips canting back to push his ass against the mystery mouth. Small hands gripped his ass cheeks, pulling them apart. He felt baby soft cheeks against his ass as the tongue wriggled further. Whoever was eating his ass knew exactly what they were doing.
Jonah's cock was a hard rock smearing pre-cum on his sheets. He fumbled for the bedside lamp and flicked it on. Blinking in the sudden brightness, Jonah craned his neck to peer over his shoulder.
Kneeling between his spread legs was Ryan. Jonah blinked the cross-eyed-ness away, trying to make sense of what he was seeing. Assuming the image was a symptom of his porn-addled mind. But no, the 5-year-old’s head was still buried in his crack.
Jonah flipped over, dislodging the boy from his hole. His heart quickened; his rock-hard cock bobbed against his stomach. Before he could stop the boy, Ryan pressed forward, wrapping his small lips around the swollen head.
What the fuck? What the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck. Jonah let out a shuddering moan. He knew he should stop the boy, but he couldn’t move. He’d NEVER been this horny before.
Suddenly, guilt hit him like a ton of bricks. What was he doing?! He was supposed to be protecting this boy! He pulled Ryan off his throbbing cock, hating how hard it was for him to do. A strand of pre-cum stretched from the tip to the boy's red, pouty lips, running down his chin.
OH… everything suddenly made sense.
Why he never felt satisfied when men fucked him, despite how good the sex was. Why he’d been so obsessed with Ryan’s file, which had the boy’s picture attached. Why his cock had reacted to seeing the boy’s skinny little body.
He was attracted to little boys. To Ryan specifically.
Jonah propped himself up on one elbow, gazing at the boy, so small on his bed. His cock still bobbed in the air, wet with boy spit and pre-cum. He shut his eyes. God, how the little boy’s small tongue had felt so good in his hole.
When he opened his eyes, he asked, “Where did you learn to do that?”
Ryan shrugged nonchalantly, licking his lips. "I been doin' that stuff for Dada since forever. He lets his friends play with me too, when they give him the white powder that makes him sleep. And the landlord—he comes over a lot and sticks his pee-pee in my mouth and butt. I like makin' them feel good."
The little boy crawled forward, planting his small hands up Jonah's thighs. "I don’t want ya to leave me, Mister Jonah. If I please ya, can I stay? Can ya be my new Dada?”
Shit. Jonah had a feeling Ryan had been sexually abused. But this was on another level. Jonah’s cock throbbed with need, pre-cum leaking steadily from his piss slit. And now, the boy was offering him… what? To be Jonah’s perfect little whore. He could do whatever he wanted to the boy, and Ryan wouldn’t tell. The thought made him ravenous with need. It made him nauseous. He couldn’t help but notice Ryan eyeing his hard shaft, licking his lips.
Then, Ryan’s lips were around Jonah’s swollen cockhead. He sucked gently, his small tongue digging into the man’s piss slit. Jonah shuddered. Shit, he was starting to get why Ryan was so well-used.
Then he admonished himself. This was a boy, not a toy. But then he imagined Ryan with new clothes, with three meals a day, with a proper bedroom and a father who didn’t snort meth and sleep all day. Ryan had asked if Jonah could be his new Dada. Surely, it came with the territory…
He shook his head. His fantasies were outlandish, and Ryan banished them by peppering wet kisses up and down Jonah’s thick shaft. "Dada always liked when I kissed his pee-pee," he lisped, rubbing his chubby cheek against Jonah’s cockhead. His skin was the color of the man’s pre-cum.
Jonah fumbled for his glasses on the nightstand, shoving them on his face. He needed to see this clearly.
Ryan moved lower, burying his face in Jonah's hairy balls. He licked and mouthed at the cum-filled sack, giggling as he felt it tighten and swell. "Your balls are gettin' bigger! That means white stuff is gonna come out soon!"
Jonah's head fell back against the pillow with a groan. His cock pulsed, dripping pre-cum onto his hairy bush. Ryan dutifully licked at it before rolling his nose against the man’s pubes, inhaling deeply.
Ryan continued licking and sucking at Jonah’s heavy balls with an enthusiasm that only a 5-year-old could muster. Jonah’s breathing grew ragged as his cock ached, neglected, a puddle of pre-cum forming in his hairy bush.
He was getting close, his balls drawing up tight. He could feel it building up in the base of his shaft. Then, Ryan pulled away. His little fingers traced Jonah’s balls; tickled his pubic hairs. He wasn’t looking at Jonah, his teeth worrying his bottom lip. Like he had something super duper important to ask. He was edging the man without even meaning to.
“Will you keep me? I don’t wanna go back.”
Hedonism surged through the social worker. Damn his guilt. He didn’t know if he’d be able to keep Ryan. But if he could give the boy love for just the night, it’d be worth it. And a selfish part of him didn't want to cum like this; needed more. Jonah sat up, gently pushing Ryan off him. The boy looked up in confusion, lips shiny with spit.
Jonah patted the mattress. "Lay down for me, okay?" He said it with as much reassurance as he could muster. Obviously, the boy had been fucked by his father and pimped out, but Jonah had no idea if the man had ever hit Ryan. Still, he figured the gentler he was, the better.
Ryan hesitated but did as he was told, stretching out on his back. Jonah’s mouth watered as Ryan’s over-sized shirt rode up, exposing his flat tummy and tiny pink nipples.
Jonah reached out and slowly lifted Ryan's oversized shirt up and over his head, tossing it aside. The little boy's pale skin was stretched taut over his ribcage, his tummy concave. But Jonah was just glad to have such youth at his mercy.
Jonah reached out, running his fingers through Ryan's soft, blonde hair. He imagined styling it with gel, making the boy look even cuter. Ryan giggled as Jonah kissed the boy’s forehead, his nose, each of his chubby cheeks. “Tickles!” he exclaimed.
Jonah gently rolled the boy’s earlobes between his teeth. Ryan rolled in pleasure like someone half his age, an excited toddler in a kindergartener’s body. Jonah’s mustache and beard tickled Ryan’s neck as the man moved lower. God, how he wanted to suckle and bite the pale, now clean skin. But while this may have been his first time fucking a child, it wasn’t his first time fucking—he couldn’t leave any sign he’d been here.
Not if he wanted to keep the boy. Jonah paused, and Ryan whined, reaching out. DID he wanna keep the child? He couldn’t think straight, not with Ryan gasping and shuddering, begging beneath him.
Jonah could tell Ryan had never been pleasured before. His body reacted as if it were being fucked for the first time. Truly, this was the first time the boy had been edged like this. Dada and his friends liked to pump and dump, and only ever used Ryan’s mouth and ass.
Jonah continued his path downward, flicking his tongue over Ryan's tiny pink nipples until they pebbled. The boy let out a soft mewl, his little cock tenting the front of his underwear. He’d enjoyed Dada fucking him, Dada’s friends fucking him—but this was on another level.
Jonah latched onto one of Ryan's tiny nipples, sucking it into his mouth. He rolled the sensitive nub between his teeth, delighting in the way it made Ryan's little body shudder. The 5-year-old let out a high-pitched whimper, his skinny chest heaving.
"D-Dada..." Ryan mewled helplessly as Jonah switched to the other nipple, lavishing it with the same attention. He flicked his tongue rapidly over the hardened peak while pinching and twisting the other between his fingers.
Jonah paused, but only for a second. He liked the sound of that…
Ryan squirmed on the bed. His little cocklett throbbed so painfully. He wasn't used to being teased like this. He wasn’t used to being hard at all. But Jonah seemed intent on edging the young boy, keeping him hard, keeping him on the cusp of bursting.
"Please Dada," Ryan whined, humping his hips up against nothing. His entire body felt like a live wire as he jittered for release. "I want your pee-pee in me. I wanna make you feel good!"
“Don’t worry, baby,” Jonah said, “You are.”
Ryan grinned in response. He was convincing Jonah to be his Dada! Jonah bent down, mouthing at the bulge, dampening the thin material.
Jonah’s hands stretched out to caress Ryan’s tiny body as he suckled the boy’s bulge through his stinky underwear. But the dirt and musk only made it better. Ryan giggled as Jonah traced each of his ribs with calloused fingertips. A warble flew from the boy’s small mouth as Jonah dipped into his belly button.
"You like that, baby?" Jonah asked huskily. His eyes were dark with lust.
Jonah peppered kisses along the boy's chest and tummy. Then, he mouthed at the boy’s throbbing little bulge. He licked up Ryan's concave stomach before swirling his tongue around the boy’s shallow navel. Around and around the small boy’s needy, malnourished body until Ryan could hardly see straight, hardly feel anything.
Ryan's pale skin was flushed a deep, rosy red from his cheeks down to his flat little chest. His tiny nipples were red and puffy from Jonah's ministrations. The boy panted shallowly, his little ribs expanding and contracting rapidly. His brown eyes were glassy with need, tears pricking at the corners. He looked utterly debauched.
It was the best sex of his tiny, little life. It was the best sex of Jonah’s much longer life. Fuck boyfriends, fuck friends, fuck the revolving door of one-night stands he’d had—THIS is what Jonah needed in his life.
"Dada please," the boy whined, humping his hips up to rub his aching boy bulge against Jonah's chin. Ryan whined, lifting his skinny hips, as Jonah slowly pulled down his underwear. “Dadaaaaa!!”
His voice was high and impatient, but Jonah didn’t listen. He loved teasing the boy already. Loved how he could break down such a skilled cocksucker, leave the boy as putty in his hands. When he finally pulled the underwear off completely, he tossed it over his shoulder carelessly.
The boy's little cock couldn't have been more than an inch long, hairless and soft like a baby's. It jutted straight out and still had its foreskin. Oh, how Jonah was going to have fun with that.
He started by kissing a line down the center of Ryan's chest and concave tummy. The boy giggled and squirmed under the ticklish sensations. “No more tickling!”
Then Jonah dipped lower, hovering his mouth right over Ryan's throbbing little cocklett. Taking the boy’s foreskin in his thumb and forefinger, he slowly rubbed it. Ryan let out a shuddering gasp. The gasps kept coming as Jonah pulled it back slowly, revealing the boy’s shiny pink head. He’d never had his foreskin played with before. Never even knew it could be pushed down.
Slowly, Jonah peeled the foreskin away from the head with his fingers, licking at the gap he’d created. Ryan shuddered like a creature possessed as he felt Jonah’s scratchy tongue on his foreskin and head at the same time. Jonah’s tongue drew back as the man peeled Ryan’s foreskin all the back, so that it sat at the base of his small cocklett.
He blew hotly over it, making the boy shiver and whimper needily. Then he sealed his lips around the tip, swirling his tongue. He tried to reach inside the boy’s piss slit, but that was easier said than done with a cocklett so small.
Ryan let out a high-pitched keen, his small hands flying to Jonah's balding hair. "Ahhh! Dada! Feels good!" Ryan humped his skinny hips up to drive his cock deeper into the man’s mouth.
As Jonah slurped and suckled, he was disappointed when no boy pre-cum came out, despite how much he battered the boy’s sensitive head. Still, Ryan pulled his thinning hair as his hips met Jonah’s face; as the man bobbed his head, taking the inch-long shaft to the root each time with no issue.
Jonah reached up to roll Ryan's puffy nipples between his fingers as he continued nursing the boy’s hairless cock. He wanted to overwhelm Ryan with sensations, to make the boy feel better than he ever had. Jonah hollowed his cheeks, sucking hard, eliciting a sharp cry from the 5-year-old.
Jonah smiled around the tiny cock in his mouth. He was nothing like the boy’s degenerate father and all those other men who used Ryan. The boy was coming to understand what real pleasure meant. And Jonah was starting to love the boy just a little bit.
"Dada! Something's happening!" Ryan gasped, his entire body tensing and shaking. He remembered his Dada and his friends shaking like this before spewing their white stuff. Was that gonna happen to him?
But when Ryan came, it was dry. Still, Jonah sucked as if cum was coming out. He couldn’t believe it! He’d just made a little boy cum. He’d never been harder. And to think he’d been missing out on this all his life.
Jonah pulled off Ryan's cock. The boy looked wrecked, his skinny chest heaving and his brown eyes glazed over. But Jonah wasn't done with him yet.
He sat back on his haunches, fisting his rock-hard cock. It drooled pre-cum, the thick fluid coating his shaft. Jonah smeared it around, using it as lube. Then he lined himself up with Ryan's tiny, pink hole.
Slowly, Jonah pressed forward, breaching the tight ring of muscle. Ryan let out a high-pitched whine as he was stretched around the thick head. But Jonah knew the boy could take it—he'd been taking cock for years now. What Jonah didn’t know was that his cock was much smaller than Dada’s.
Inch by inch, Jonah fed his throbbing shaft into Ryan's hot hole. It felt incredible, better than any ass he'd ever fucked. The boy was so tight, so smooth inside. Jonah had to pause halfway, panting harshly, afraid he would cum too soon. Then, the boy reached up to play with the man’s hairy chest. His small fingers twisted and tugged on Jonah’s dark nipples. Jonah shook and panted, his cock twitching inside Ryan’s tight hole.
Ryan mewled, trying to impale himself further on Jonah's cock. "More Dada," he begged, "I want it all!"
Ryan continued toying with Jonah's hairy chest as the man finally bottomed out inside him. Jonah let out a guttural groan as his balls rested against the boy's small, pale ass cheeks. He was fully sheathed in a 5-year-old!
Jonah didn’t have the wherewithal to tease the boy—run his cock around the rim, or tease his walls. He also didn’t have the time! God, he was going to have to get better at not cumming so fast if he was gonna keep the boy.
Ryan whimpered and squirmed as Jonah started rocking his hips. He couldn’t believe how desperately Ryan’s little hole clung to his wide shaft. Jonah picked up speed, sweat beading down his face. His glasses started to slip down his nose. Shit. But before he could stop to push them back up, Ryan reached out and plucked them off his face.
Jonah chuckled as the boy put them on. They were comically large on his face, making his big brown eyes even bigger.
"Hehe, you're blind, Dada!" Ryan giggled, the oversized glasses sliding down to the tip of his button nose.
Jonah rolled his eyes but let the boy wear them. He looked adorable, anyway. Besides, Jonah couldn’t help but compare this Ryan to the Ryan who cowered behind the couch as his father threatened the social worker with a knife. He liked this Ryan better.
"Ungh! Oh Dada! Ah ah ah!" Ryan yelled as Jonah fucked into him so hard that Ryan saw stars through the thick glasses.
Jonah reached down, flattening Ryan’s hair as he impaled the boy further on his cock. Ryan felt flattened to the mattress like a pancake. Ryan tried to stare at Jonah through crossed eyes. He liked the feel of the man’s palm on his head.
He could hear the man grunting like a gorilla. He looked kind of like a gorilla with sweat matting his black hair. Jonah could feel his balls smacking against Ryan’s tiny ass, growing heavier and fuller by the second.
Wanting to be as deep as possible, Jonah pushed Ryan’s skinny legs up until his tiny feet rested against his hairy chest. Jonah's glasses bounced on his small nose as his hole fluttered around the shaft. Ryan liked the stretch of Jonah’s cock—not too wide like his original Dada’s, but wide enough to feel it.
Jonah leaned down to pepper the boy's pale legs with licks and kisses. God, Ryan’s skin was smooth. Even smoother than the freshly 18-year-old boys he’d bring home. Although, now he knew why he did that. He nibbled and sucked on Ryan's bony ankles and knobby knees as he continued mercilessly pounding into his tiny body, determined to deserve being Ryan’s new Dada.
The new angle allowed him to go even deeper, and Ryan shrieked as Jonah's cock head battered his prostate. The 5-year-old wailed, his little cocklett bouncing against his concave tummy.
Jonah pistoned his hips faster and faster against Ryan's reddened ass cheeks. "Gonna cum baby.”
Ryan saw only stars as his prostate was hit again and again. Sometimes, Dada and his friends had hit Ryan’s prostate, but never on purpose, never more than once, and never in such quick succession. "Yes Dada! Want your white stuff in my booty!"
Jonah bashed himself against Ryan’s prostate as his cock erupted like a geyser. Thick ropes of cum painted the boy’s insides. Ryan could see his tummy bulging slightly as Jonah kept spewing. Dada and his friends had never cum this much!
Jonah let go of Ryan's skinny legs as the final spurts of cum dribbled into the boy's hole. Both of them were panting heavily, sweat-slicked and cummed-out.
Gently, Jonah leaned down and tenderly kissed Ryan’s small, pouty lips. The boy's eyes widened behind Jonah's glasses before fluttering shut. He’d never been kissed before.
Jonah licked along the seam of Ryan's lips until the boy parted them. The 5-year-old's mouth tasted like the unique sweetness that could only belong to a child. There was no musk, no artificial clean flavor.
Ryan tentatively met Jonah’s tongue with his own. The man groaned into the kiss, his softening cock giving a final twitch inside Ryan's cum-soaked hole. He couldn't get enough of the boy. Despite the boy’s lack of technique, it was the best kiss he’d ever had.
As Jonah brushed his hands through Ryan’s damp blond hair, he couldn’t believe this boy was all his. He’d make sure that the boy never wanted for anything—including Dada’s cock. He didn’t want to stop kissing the boy, but eventually Ryan needed to breathe, and Jonah pulled back.
The boy's lips were red and kiss-swollen, his brown eyes hazy behind Jonah’s glasses. Jonah finally pulled his softening cock out of Ryan with a wet squelch. Thick globs of cum immediately began leaking from the boy's gaping, reddened hole.
Jonah padded to the bathroom, wetting a washcloth with warm water before returning to clean up the mess. He gently wiped the cum and from between Ryan's small ass cheeks, taking care not to irritate the already overwhelmed area. Ryan whimpered softly, but was otherwise limp and pliant on the bed.
Once he had Ryan cleaned up, Jonah tossed the washcloth in the hamper and climbed back into bed. He expected Ryan to pad back down the hall to his room. Instead, Ryan shuffled on his hands-and-knees up the bed. He curled up against the man, resting his small head on Jonah’s hairy chest.
He gazed down at the small boy, marveling at how perfectly he fit in his arms, like he was always meant to be there. In return, Ryan gazed up at Jonah, and knew he’d done it—he’d convinced the social worker to be his new Dada.
In that moment, Jonah realized he didn't just want Ryan for his tight little body. Although, he definitely DID want Ryan for his tight little body. He was getting used to the fact that he was into little boys, and only little boys. No, he genuinely cared for this sweet, affectionate child who’d been through so much in his short life. Ryan deserved a loving home and a doting father.
"That was the bestest, Dada," Ryan mumbled sleepily, nuzzling Jonah's dark chest hair. "Can we do it again tomorrow?"
Jonah's heart ached as he wrapped an arm around the boy, holding him close. "Of course, baby. Dada will give you whatever you want."