Date: Thu, 17 Jun 2004 19:58:32 -0700
From: Cevin Torricelli
Subject: Kevin

WARNING: This story contains descriptions of sexual acts involving a man
and a minor boy. This story is not true; it's purely from my imagination.
Any relation to any person living or dead is purely coincidental. Please
note that this story contains adult subject mater and is not suitable for
minors.  It's not intended to promote illegal acts against minors or
animals. I have not performed these acts, nor I do not encourage others
to perform them.

If this material is illegal in your place of residence, or if you are
under
the legal age for such material, do not read further!

Also remember that safe sex is the only kind of sex to have.

This story is copyrighted 2004, Please do not edit; print, copy and only
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Kevin

"No; you are grounded and that is the end of it!"  I raised
my voice slightly as my eyes bored holes into my son's hide.
Grown men were known to shit their pants from that look
alone. He just stood there and glared back at me. I have to
give the kid credit; he's got guts just like his dad.

"Fuck-You and the dog too; you can't keep me locked up like
those creeps you run off the streets!" My fourteen year old
son yelled back at me at the top of his voice.  I am sure
the neighbors heard him three houses down the block. Dressed
in his usual, rebellious all-black, I had given up thinking
I could add any other color to his life.

I shook the baggy of marijuana in front of his face. "Keep
this up, buddy boy, and I will haul your cute ass down to
detox myself!" I snorted as my other hand gripped the bong.
"My son is not going to be a druggy with a fried mind! I
told you no drugs or alcohol and I mean it, Kevin! You are
too young to play with this shit. Now get to your room; I
mean march double time!"

Kevin flipped me the bird and stormed from the kitchen door
into the backyard and was soon out of sight.

"I break the brat of this habit if it is the last thing I'll
do!"  I snarled to myself as I stared at the closed door and
the baggy in my grip.

One would think that after six years in the Navy Seals and
seven years with the FBI vice squad, I could handle my own
son, but I was beginning to have my doubts. He moved in with
me about two months ago and it's been down hill from our
first meeting.  We are opposites in every manner possible
and fight at the drop of a hat. Still, I get the feeling at
odd times there is something else there.  That feeling keeps
me going in times like this.

I am full-blooded Sicilian and look it with the black hair
that covers my body. I am told I look like a dark Brad Pitt.
Just shy of 6'3" and weighing in at 200 pounds, I spend
serious time at the gym and ballet practice three or four
times a week for stamina and control. Ballet is not for
sissies! At age 31 my body is important to me. Consequently,
I am used to being hit on by both men and women in public
places. Sometimes, I say `yes' in private places. When I am
about and about, I hide that I earned two advanced degrees
in psychology and in criminal deviancy and am on demand as a
speaker by international law enforcement agencies. People
don't usually fuck with their minds.

Kevin is blond, tall for his age, slender built and shows no
body hair except for his head, pits, and pubs.  He spends
much of his time either in the pool or at gymnastics. I find
that his grades are above average for the little time he
spends at the books.  His teachers tell me he has great
potential academically.  Girls make efforts now to draw his
attention I noticed when I pick him up from school.  He
knows it, too, and how to use it to his advantage. I found
unused condoms lying about in his room. At least he plays
safe, I hope. I think he wanted me to know he was sexually
active for some reason.  It is not what Kevin says that I
pay attention now, but to what he does and how he does it.
Even when we are fighting like cats and dogs, Kevin seems to
mean other than what he is saying.

I was sixteen when I knocked up Kevin's mother.  We married,
finished high school, and then I joined the Seals. I spent
most of my time doing things I could not write home about
both for the Navy and for myself.  Ours was a loveless
marriage after the passion fizzled; two years later Kevin's
mother filed for divorce while I was in Peru on a mission.
She would not demand either alimony or child support if I
stayed completely away from her and our son.  Being young I
agreed, but rebelliously, I did send cards and presents at
birthdays and Christmas. I spent hours in fear of the
lawyer's telephone call as a result.  It never came.

She stayed in the little, po-dunk, town in eastern
Washington State where we graduated and her family still
lived. There she raised Kevin.  After leaving the Seals, I
was immediately hired with the FBI vice squad where I did
undercover work before `graduating' into management and an
office with a big window in Las Vegas.  On the streets if I
have not seen it, it hasn't been done and there is not much
that I have not personally tried so from my experience I can
discuss these things with Kevin or so I thought.  I am
Kevin's dad and from his infrequent comments, his mom did
not leave a positive image of me with him.

Like I said, I lived in fear of the lawyer's telephone call
and when it came, it was a shock.

About two months ago I took a telephone call at my office.
Kevin's mother was dead from a train accident.  Her family
wanted nothing to do with Kevin and I was next of kin.
Kevin was in Child Services custody and would be until I
could pick him up.

After arranging a three month leave from the agency, I made
a flying trip to Washington State and found Kevin in a
foster home. The small house with pealing paint sat next to
the train tracks.  I am sure the house shook each time the
train passed.  He was waiting outside for me with packed
bags.  His mother's blond hair fell below his shoulders and
across his face.  Slender built he seemed taller than he
was.  I got the impression of a coiled spring ready to
expand at any moment. Dressed in total black with heavy,
leather boots and pants, he wore a sleeveless, tight, micro-
fiber, t-shirt that accentuated his waist and chest. The t-
shirt left no doubt that Kevin pierced his left tit. He wore
two rings in his left ear.  Do doubt about it; the kid was
hot and could have demanded big money on the streets, and
from the report I received from Child Services, did.

His first words to me were, "You took your fucking time to
get here!" He glared at me as if I had taken a week to
respond to the lawyer's call rather than the next day. "I
want out of this sanctimonious dump. There is nothing worse
than a pious drunk."

"I am pleased to see you at last too, Kevin." I quietly
responded.  "Get your things; we have a long drive a head of
us.

Sullenly Kevin packed his things and climbed into the car.
He never said another word the entire trip regardless of my
attempts to start conversations which ended in mono
syllables.  During the night we spent at a motel between
Washington State and Vegas, I awoke to soft sobs but Kevin's
earlier hostile behavior prevented me making any inquiry.

After we got back to Vegas, he seemed impressed
(unwillingly) with the large house and grounds with swimming
pool. If I needed to find Kevin, I looked at the pool first.
I enrolled Kevin into school where he seemed to settle in
although he and I shared little more than one-word responses
until today. Kevin's fury opened the verbal flood-gates and
with a significant vocabulary on several levels.

Almost unconsciously I brought the baggy to my nose, "At
least the kid buys good shit; this stuff is top of the line
Maui. I looked at the bong in my other hand. My eyes grew
speculatively.

"What the fuck, I don't have to be at work for a month or so
as I took leave to be with Kevin.  I have not been stoned in
a long time; not since that last narcotics bust in Reno and
this is primo shit.  Kevin most likely will stay out all
night to punish me so I might as well work off my
frustrations in the home gym."  My groin began to tighten in
anticipation.

I had converted one of the bedrooms in the basement into a
home gym with weights, exercise machines, mats, and sauna.
Closing the door I walked over to a locked closet.  I opened
both doors and extracted a special exercise bench.

Carefully padded, it allowed the participant to lay forward
inclined on his stomach with his arms out stretched and his
legs stretched out behind. Padded cuffs adorned each of the
four wings.

I stared at the bench my cock rock hard. "Shit, if I am this
way now, what will I be after a couple of hits of his
stuff?"  I lit the bong and took a hefty lunger held it, and
then another.  Almost immediately I was flying high.  I
sighed as I exhaled, "It's been too fucking long since I did
this.  Actually the experience is better with long periods
of drought.  Dopers just don't get it and try for daily
ecstasy. All they get is bad dreams or worse.  No doubt
about it; this is hot dope! I wonder who the kid's supplier
is? This is as good as that I can get from Peru or the
islands."

After I stripped, I walked over to a small cupboard,
unlocked it, and took out a small, brown, bottle.  I stared
at the bottle; my woody almost painfully hard. "My special
popper cocktail, I leaned to mix my poppers from a whore I
busted.  My favorite is a combination of one that
immediately kicks ass and a second one that kicks in more
slowly. It's lethal when added to grass in a sexual
situation!"

Whistling to myself I went to the door, opened it, and
called, "Butch, hey Butch, where are you boy?"

A couple of minutes later my purebred German shepherd
bounded into the room.

"Read for a little play?" I asked scratching his ears.

Butch immediately pushed his nose into my crotch and licked
my cock.

"I guess that answers my question." I continued to scratch
Butch's head as I backed towards the bench.

Sitting down I let Butch give me head as I took a couple of
snorts of poppers.  I almost lost it on the spot.

Butch stopped licking cock and turned his ass to me.  I bend
down and corn holed him with my tongue as I stroked his
balls and sheath until his dick began to appear.

Feeling Butch's slick pre cum, I rubbed my hand across my
ass hole.

I took a couple more hits from the bong before stretching
out on the bench. I fastened my legs into their cuffs and
slipped my wrist into one cuff and tightened it with the
other.  Using my teeth and a cord, I fastened the cuff on my
other wrist.

I lay waiting impatiently for Butch to do his thing.

I felt Butch's cold nose against my ass and then his tongue
as he licked his pre cum.  Suddenly he mounded my back and
began to thrust forward.

About that time the door to the gym opened and Kevin walked
in. "Fucking shit, I forgot to lock the damn thing!"  Kevin
sniffed the air and stared at me with an evil grin on his
face. Saying nothing he walked over to the bong and took his
hits as he stared at me all the time.  Butch was still
attempting to find my ass hole as Kevin ground his leather
jeans into my face.  Fuck it was hot! I was almost crazed
with lust. One thing you learn on the vice squad is how to
enjoy your work without guilt!

He undid his belt and unzipped his jeans; pushing my nose
against his nylon, bikini covered groin he growled, "Smell
it dad; smell what you made.  Do you feel it? I'm hot for
you and have been since I first saw you."  Kevin groaned as
he took an additional hit of from the bong and then the
poppers.

"Looks like Butch needs a little help dad, maybe we do have
something in common after all."

He shoved the bottle under my nose and pinched tight the
other nostril. He repeated the process with my second
nostril. He then leaned over and kissed me on the mouth
holding my nose tightly so I had to exhale into his mouth.

Smiling he took his own popper hit and then guided Butch's
ready cock to my ass hole and the dog immediately plunged
in.

I groaned as I felt Butch's knot knocking at my back door.

Helpfully Kevin placed the bong at my lips so I could take
another hit and then followed with additional poppers. I was
flying high, my body assaulted by chemical and sexual
stimulation. Kevin immediately filled my mouth with his hard
cock as Butch made me his bitch, his knot fully seated in my
butt.

I struggled and pushed against the knot sucking hard at
Kevin's oozing cock.

Taking pity, Kevin crawled under me and began to suck my
straining cock.  I shot ropes almost immediately; Kevin
lovingly swallowed my cum licking my groin for the last
remnants.

Crawling from under me, Kevin smeared some of my cum on my
lips and then kissed me. He gently caressed my face with his
hand.

About that time Butch freed himself from my ass with a loud
pop. He began to clean himself.

I lay exhausted on the bench with Kevin sitting beside me
gently caressing my body, stoking my pelt, causing my spent
cock to swell almost immediately.

"I see we share something, Dad; we're both horny bastards
and like our sex kinky. Fuck my ass and I will be you
devoted slave, dad. You wanted to know how to get close to
me; then fuck the shit out of me.  I like it as much as you
want to do it." Kevin whispered in my ear. He ran his tongue
along my ear.

Gathering my drug-tainted wits I asked, "Why the change
Kevin, I thought you hated my guts?"

"I thought I did too although I don't want to. I wanted to
love you on sight. When you walked into the foster home, I
wanted to jump your bones then but I knew my dad, the FBI
cop, would lock me away for that and make it stick! Then, I
walked in and saw you and Butch I knew you were the man for
me even if you were my cop dad.  There you were: stoned,
twicked, tied on a bench with a dog trying to fuck your ass!
You are my main man; from now on what you say goes, dad.
I'll even get a hair cut and wear a yellow shirt to prove
it." Kevin nuzzled my neck as he sucked giving me a hicky.
Hell, I have not had one of those brands since I was a
teenager my self!

Gently Kevin untied my arms and legs from the cuffs.  He
snuggled against me licking my tits and pits. "I get horny
off your smell, Dad. You almost drove me crazy when you
would come into the living room after a gym work out.  I
wanted to jump your ass so badly it hurt! All I could do was
look and breathe deeply until now!" Kevin squeezed my cock
possessively.

Kevin's woody stood at attention as he licked my body.
Curious, Butch came over to see what we were doing.  He
pushed his nose into Kevin's crotch and started to lick.

Kevin moaned as I opened the popper bottle for him to snort.
In full lust, Kevin leaned over and kissed me on the mouth
as Butch licked his cock.

"Dad, fuck me on the bench? I need it; I really need it!"
Kevin panted. Kevin's face looked almost in pain from his
need. "I have not been fucked since I came to live with
you." His panting continued as his lust consumed his body
and mind.

Gently I laid my son on the bench and fastened the cuffs to
his wrists and legs.

Filling and lighting the bong, I gave Kevin a couple more
hits and took some lungers myself savoring the rich aroma
and sweet taste.  I then opened the poppers so Kevin could
take a healthy snort.

Getting his breath, Kevin spoke firmly, "Now Dad, shove it
in all the way now! I want to feel you in me!"

I delayed just a moment to give Kevin a one last popper hit
(and one for myself) before crawling on his back and sinking
my nine inch cock into my son's hot ass in one swift plunge.

Kevin screamed like a banshee as he thrust his ass to meet
my steel cock. "Yes, yes, Dad, drill my ass, fill it with
the cum that made me! Give it to meee!" Kevin squealed as I
messaged his prostate.

I exploded in my son's ass and lay exhausted until my cock
slipped from Kevin's ass.  I rolled off only to be replaced
by Butch who licked the cum oozing from Kevin's butt hole.

"Shit that feels good!" Kevin giggled almost like a girl.

I got a smirk on my face as I walked in front of Kevin with
the popper bottle ready.  "You are not done yet, son.  Butch
is ready for his turn and so am I." I shoved the poppers
under Kevin's nose as Butch slammed into his ass.

Kevin moaned as I fed him my cock as a pacifier. Kevin
sucked me greedily his eyes wild and glassy as Butch tied
with him for the first time. There is nothing like tying
with a dog the first time.  It is unimaginable and
addictive!

After about ten minutes of violent action on Butch's part,
suddenly, he hunched against Kevin and I knew Kevin was
getting a load of hot, doggy cum. When you are lust
consumed, there is nothing like it! From the expression on
Kevin's face, I knew we were in agreement once again. Kevin
was mine!

Cum oozed from Kevin from two places onto the floor where I
stooped and collected it with my fingers; I licked my
fingers and then I fed the rest back to Kevin.  He licked my
fingers clean.

"Please Sir, I want some more?" Kevin asked in his best
orphan imitation.

I began to beat my meat towards Kevin's face and shot cum
into his face and hair.  I immediately stooped to clean his
face and hair with my tongue and feeding Kevin with my
fingers as Butch sought to free himself.

At last Butch got free, I untied Kevin and we fell to one of
the mats.  Kevin cuddled into me as tightly as humanly
possible.  Butch lay contentedly at our feet licking his
prick.

Softly, Kevin spoke as he traced my mouth with his finger,
"I love you Dad. Thanks for bringing me home where I can be
who I am.  Mom's relatives caught wind of some of my
pastimes and I was too much for them.  They did not want me
anywhere around them! I was damned to hell with no
redemption. There, I was marked as a pervert and worse.
Here, I have a life and family who understands."

"You have a home with me for as long as you wish, son." I
assured him, "If you decide to seek other entertainment, I
just ask that you play safe. I saw your condoms. I knew you
had left them for me to see but not why. I know why now." I
kissed the top of my son's head.

"And if I bring home a toy, will you play with it?" Kevin
asked me slyly.

"If he is cute enough, I just might have to join in." I
chucked Kevin under the chin. "You never know what I may
find at work either?" My face held the same sly smile.

"Then I will just make sure they are the `cream-of-the-crop'
won't I? I guess it doesn't matter it he has two or four
legs either." Kevin's eyes twinkled. "Now, about that dope;
am I still grounded?"

I looked long at my sexy son in my arms. I waivered and then
smiled, "As long as your grades do not suffer, as long as
you continue to excel in your chosen sports, as long as you
can freely not use the stuff, as long as you clean up your
appearance in public, we can have it around the house for
special occasions. Special occasions are a lot more fun than
everyday."

Kevin solemnly nodded affirmatively as he fell to sucking my
stiff cock.  I pulled Kevin's head close to my groin happy
that we had connected as father and son at last. Afterwards,
he snuggled into my chest hair as I wrapped my arms
protectively around my son.