Date: Wed, 31 May 2017 03:13:59 +0200 (CEST)
From: benj4u@tutanota.com
Subject: Growing Up - The Series 3

This story is completely fictional. Any resemblance to people, names or
situations living or dead is completely coincidental and wholly from the
writer's imagination. The series "A Father's Fantasies" involves sex
between an adults and an underage youth. If this material is illegal in
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That said, if you have enjoyed this series, your positive comments are
welcomed. The greatest satisfaction is knowing how many of you are
unzipping and making yourselves cum.  Again, remember this is fiction and
not an invitation to join the underage occupants of your household for a
midnight fuckfest.  Although your teenager may come off as a good-looking
stud, renting him out is not allowed in most, if not all, of the civilized
world.  You probably need to find another way of raising funds for his
college education.

But you can share in this young boy's experiences as he grows and learns
about life. Sit back, unbuckle, and enjoy it.

*****

As Peter walked to school on Monday morning his mind was still a blur. He
barely thought about his surroundings as he walked from the subdivision
where his home was, past the community swimming pool, through a wooded area
and to the back of the middle school he attended.

He had been in a fog since he dragged himself home from Damon's late
Saturday afternoon.

"Did you and your friends stay up all night?" his mother asked when he said
he wasn't real hungry at dinner time.  "Well, go to bed early and get
plenty of sleep. Remember we have church in the morning," she instructed.

The twelve-year-old didn't feel much like church.  He sat through Sunday
School, but could hardly keep focused.  He kept thinking of Friday night.
Peter had sucked other males at least four times, swallowing their cum, and
then was fucked in his ass at least four times. He thought four times, but
lost count.  He'd been photographed and video'd having sex.  Then, late
Saturday morning when they woke up, he and Damon had sex again.  Damon said
he wanted to give the boy's ass a rest, so he only sucked the man off, but
still...

After a breakfast at the Pancake House, Peter's education continued.

"We're going to meet one of my clients about 1:00 at the park," Damon
explained.  "Then we have baseball practice at 2:00."

"One of your clients'?" Peter asked.

"Yeah. He and I have been doing business for some time. When I showed him
your picture he was anxious to meet you.  So you will change into your
baseball uniform in back of the van. That's how he will know you for sure.
You will meet him in a public restroom. He will probably take you out into
the woods, if there are a lot of people around. Then here's what you do..."

Peter did as he was told.  He went in to the restroom, glad that it was
empty.  Maybe this guy - Damon called him "Bill" - maybe he wouldn't show
up.  The preteen went to the urinal and unzipped and began to pee.  When
the outside door opened he nearly jumped.  He glanced to the side and a man
stepped up beside him at the other urinal. The stranger looked trim and
athletic and stood a good 6' tall.  The boy noticed that he had on a
wedding band.

Bill stood a few inches back from the urinal and pulled out his wanger.  It
wasn't real long, not as long as Tony's was last night, but it was thick
like one of those German sausages Peter's mom occasionally served for
dinner.  Peter stepped back a little. He felt a little intimidated,
handling his own smooth pricklet.

"Damn, you are cuter than your picture!" Bill whispered.  He raised his
hand and touched Peter on the cheek gently.  "So fuckin' cute."  His hand
traveled down Peter's side and caressed his uniform covered butt.  The boy
tensed.  Damon said he wouldn't get fucked and he didn't know what to do.
"Shhhhh...it's okay," Bill whispered again. "Just checkin' out the goods
for future reference."

The outside door opened, and Peter, already more anxious then he'd ever
thought he could be, threw himself against the urinal like he was having a
special relationship with it. Bill calmly tucked his dick back in his jeans
and stepped over to the sink.  The newcomer walked past the two without
even acknowledging them and went into a stall.  Bill nodded for Peter to
follow and the twelve year old arranged himself and followed the man
outside.

Off in the distance was Damon's van.  Although he wasn't visible, Peter was
pretty sure his "mentor" was watching the two walk behind the public rest
room and into the wooded area.

The twelve-year-old's instincts were right. The man who changed his life
was watching as he spoke on his cell: "There they are...the little bitch is
doing exactly what I expected...didn't I tell you he would...yeah, Curt's
threat worked a number on him, but he would have done this any-way...I'm
telling you all he needed was a little persuasion to bring out his inner
cock sucker... Oh, yeah...he's going to like girls too...we're going to be
able to use him in all sorts of ways... I'm tell you, I just know."

Out in the woods, when they came to an isolated spot, Peter looked up at
Bill and said, "Mister...I...I never did this before..."  The boy knew that
although he was saying what Damon told him to say, he had never acted like
this before.

Bill looked the boy in the eyes, savoring the moment.  He loved this,
lusting after a boy who couldn't say no. A boy who looked so innocent.
Again, he touched Peter's cheek and quietly told him, "I know. And I don't
give a fuck. Get down there and do your job."

Peter gulped and dropped to his knees. He glanced once more up at the man,
then slowly brought his hand up to the jeans-covered crotch and touched the
stranger.  Twenty-four hours before, the twelve year old was an ordinary
middle school boy. Now he was being paid to give sexual gratification to an
unknown married man in the wooded area of a park.

He cupped his hand around the thick sausage inside the jeans, then with
shaking hands unsnapped the pants.  Bill took a deep breath.  It was
happening. Oh, fuck, there was an athletic young boy on his knees, handling
his junk.  As many times as he imagined it, he could never do this to his
own son, but now, here, he could skull fuck this little bitch.

Just like he'd been told, Peter held the man's cock in his hand. It was
already hard when he first touched it, now it seemed like it was even
harder.  The pre-teen licked around the head...down the shaft to the root,
then back up to the head where he took the prick inside his mouth. He went
down on it...then back up...then back down a little further...again and
again.

Bill pushed his pants further down and felt the boy's hand gently squeeze
his nut-sack. He wrapped both hands around Peter's head and felt that soft
hair before interlocking his fingers. He pushed into the young mouth.  He
assumed, of course, that the twelve-year-old was simply acting as he gagged
and began to squeeze the man's thighs, as if he was trying to get away.
"Oh, fuck," the man whispered, "So fuckin' good...worth every penny..."

Briefly, he held Peter's hair as he pulled out of the boy's mouth.  He
heard the ragged breathing, as he began to tap the hard, thick cock on the
youth's face.  "Like that, doncha?  You like suckin' a real man..."  He
could see the tears in the boy's eyes, but it never occurred to the horned
up middle age father that it was anything other than a response to gagging
on his adult-sized dick.

Just as he was supposed to do, Peter looked up at him and responded,
"Ye...yes, sir...I like sucking like this...let me...please...let me have
your...cum."

That's all Bill needed. He shoved his cock into Peter's mouth again and
thrust almost violently in and out. Peter was about to pass out when the
older adult seized up and held him down on the cock.  Cum was backing up
but didn't have much of anywhere to go.  Flecks of sperm burst out along
the tight seal between Bill's dick and the boy's lips...some shot out like
snot from his nose. Bill whispered triumphantly, "Fuck, yeah!"

The rest of the weekend, Peter felt the fog surround him. Damon dropped him
off at his house, but before letting the boy out of the car, gave him a wad
of $5 bills.  "This is yours. I put it into small bills so you could hide
them easier, and it wouldn't raise questions if your mom saw any of them."
The twelve-year-old trembled as he took the money. There was no way around
this at all now: he was a whore.

His mother noticed that he was dragging, but wrote it off to
exhaustion. She told him, "you must have been awake all night playing..."

"You have no idea," Peter thought.

"...I think you should go to bed early tonight and get enough sleep before
church tomorrow."

Even his younger brother, Andrew, noticed and said, "Doncha feel alright?"

"Yeah, I'm okay," Peter replied

"Wanna play?" Andrew asked cocking his slightly and hopefully.

"Uh, no. Not right now," he said brusquely.  Then watched as the little boy
took a deep breath and went to his room.

But when the eight year old turned around, for the first time Peter noticed
the curve of his butt in the jeans he wore.  He was stunned by what he
felt. A grown man said he'd... fuck Andrew if the twelve-year-old didn't
cooperate.  "Look what I've done for you..." he thought to himself.  Then
the uninvited thought: "What would it feel like if I...?"

Things didn't improve Sunday morning. At church, Peter found his mind
wandering.  What did the other boys his age look like without their
clothes?  Hell, what did the girls look like?  When 15 year old Tyler Biggs
gripped his shoulder in a hallway and said hello, Peter tensed up slightly
as his eyes quickly glanced at the teenager's crotch. He felt his own penis
stir, and shook his head to clear his mind.  He always liked Tyler.  Would
Tyler like him if he knew what had happened to Peter since Friday?  In
Sunday School there was some teaching about giving to god.  Peter thought
to himself, "Shit, am I supposed to tithe on that $50 Damon gave me...damn,
did I just think a swear word in church!!!"

The talk at youth group that evening was about going to a camp in June
after school was out. All the twelve year old could think about, suddenly
was sex.  Ralph Dickerson leaned over and whispered, "Maybe we'll get a
chance to glance in the girl's shower!"  Peter knew he was kidding. Ralph
always kidded like that, but Ralph didn't have a clue.  Something had
awakened in Peter's brain...and scrotum...that changed everything.

***

Now it was Monday morning, and things didn't seem any better, and maybe
worse.  Especially during P.E. when Peter realized he was interested in
both the boys and girls who were dressed in t-shirts and trunks. And as the
boys showered, he found himself comparing the boys.  He was suddenly
noticing the other guy's bodies, especially their young cocks.  He compared
them to one another and compared himself with them. There was a brief surge
of pride as he realized that he didn't have anything to be ashamed of.  In
fact, the thought made him feel a little better.  He knew something that a
lot of these boys didn't, even if he couldn't brag about it.  He had an
idea about what sex felt like.  He had an idea about what his dick could
do.  It wasn't just talk now. He was growing up.

Everything else was routine that day. Peter went to classes and lunch. He
laughed with his friends and cursed having homework.  He went home and did
what he was supposed to do.  He and Andrew didn't even argue over the
instructions his mom left for them.  It wasn't until Peter's mom came home
that things took another turn.

As they sat down to dinner, she said, "I got a call from Damon, your
assistant coach today. He is such a nice man.  He wanted me to remind you
about practice on Wednesday after school, but more than that, he said he's
wants to give you a job working around his place."

Almost choking, Peter replied, "Oh?"

"Yeah, I guess you have really impressed him. Damon said that after
watching you this weekend, he really trusted that you could mow and trim
and do other odd jobs.  I think it will be a good chance for you to earn
some spending money this summer, don't you."

"Uh...yeah...sure..."

The boy's mom continued cheerfully, "Damon wants you to come over after
school tomorrow. Oh, there are a couple of other things..."

***

So far, it seemed like an ordinary job.  Peter rode his bike back to
Damon's after changing at home into short pants and an old t-shirt.
According to the instructions the man left with Peter's mom, a key would be
left in the grill. The alarm wouldn't be turned on, so that wouldn't be a
problem. Further instructions would be on a table.

"Cut the grass in the back yard, the mower and grass catcher are in the
utility shed."

That kept the thirteen year old busy.  It wasn't a huge yard, but it was
mostly sloped and took a little more than an hour, including time to empty
the grass catcher.  With the warm weather, Peter pulled off his shirt and
tossed it aside. By the time he was finished, he was sweaty.  He was
pushing the mower back to the shed when a girl caught his eye.

She was walking from the house toward him, carrying a glass filled with ice
water.  As she got closer, Peter was stunned.  He didn't expect anyone else
to be here, much less a real, live girl. She was beautiful, the boy thought
to himself.  Light brown hair, real wavy like a model.  She was about his
size and dressed in shorts and a halter top. From what Peter could tell,
she was filling out that top quite nicely, too.

"Hi!  I thought you might need this," the young goddess said.

"Oh, fuck..." Peter thought to himself, "...watch your language, ass hole,
a girl just spoke to you. Say something!!!"

"Uh...thanks," the inexperienced boy replied out loud.

"Why don't we go up to the house so you can cool off some," the girl
suggested.

"Yeah...sure." Peter replied, then thought to himself again, "You dweeb!
Say something else!"

Aloud he added, "Uh...my name's Peter."

"Yeah, I know," she smiled. "Damon told me.  My name is Tyra."

As they walked by toward the house, Peter pulling the mower behind him with
one hand and sipping the water with the other, he thought to himself again,
"A real girl is talking to me and her name is Tyra."  He felt a bit of
stirring in his stomach and lower regions.

"So, you know Damon?"  Peter said for the sake of conversation.

"Yeah, for several years now."

"I haven't seen you at school. Are you from around here?"  the boy asked.

"Well," Tyra said, "I live over in Bates Town. I go to a private school
there.  Damon asked me to drop by and make sure you had water and were okay
on your first day."

They were nearing the house and Peter veered over to put the mower away. As
he shut the doors, he said, "So, Damon told you it was my first day...hey,
you don't look like you have a license. How'd you get here?"

"My brother dropped me off. Let's go inside," she told him.

Peter picked up his shirt from the grass and they walked in the mud room
door.

"Make sure you kick your shoes off. Damon doesn't like to get grass on the
floor," Tyra advised.

The boy thought that was a good idea and kicked off his shoes and walked
barefoot into the kitchen.  The coolness of the house quickly evaporated
the moisture on his body and he shivered slightly.  The two leaned against
the cabinet.

"You just came over to get me water?" Peter asked.

"Well, I admit I was kind of interested when I heard there was a new boy
working for Damon," the girl confessed.  "I'm glad I did come over. You're
kinda cute."

Peter's brain short-circuited.  "Cute!  She thinks I'm cute!!! ...Act cool,
man, don't go quoting Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer now...you gotta act
cool."

"Oh, uh, thanks.  I think you are really good looking, too," he croaked.

Tyra smiled.  "I know what you need. Don't move. Put the glass on the
counter before you drop it."

Peter thought that was another good idea and put the glass down. Tyra
turned to the sink and turned on the warm water. Taking a cloth, she got it
wet, then turned back to the boy.  She began to wipe off his face, starting
with his brow and working around his blushing cheeks. She turned back and
rinsed out the cloth.

"Doesn't that feel better?" she asked.

"Ohhhh, yeah," Peter agreed, then thought to himself, "Ugh...i...i gotta
hard-on...I am really hard right now...is it sticking out...don't look down
you dweeb...but it's so hard!"

Turning back to him she wiped his neck, then shoulders and arms, lifting
each arm. The thirteen year old was completely passive as she continued
rinsing the cloth, then wiping his chest. No more thoughts, just response.

As she wiped down across his abdomen, Tyra whispered, "I think there's
something else we should take care of..."

"Uh, huh," was all Peter could whisper back as their faces drew close and
their lips touched. First lightly, then more forcefully. They held each
other tightly as their tongues battled in each other's mouths.

It was all happening so quickly...Tyra pulled Peter into the game room and
onto the couch. The same one Peter already experienced sex on last Friday.
She encouraged the boy to help pull her halter top off and for the first
time, he felt a girl's breast. His pants were unsnapped and he felt her
hand slip inside to grip his young tool. The thirteen year old barely
noticed as he locked his lips around her nipple and sucked gently.

By instinct, he made his way lower on Tyra's body, unsnapping her
shorts. The girl helped with shoving these and her panties down and Peter
almost clinically inspected her cunt. There was a light covering of
hair. Not much.  There was her pussy-slash, protruding slightly was her
clit.

The boy looked at her eyes, those beautiful eyes.  Hell, he had already
sucked cock and was sure he would suck again sometime. But now...this was a
girl.  He leaned down and pressed his mouth against her womanhood.

Tyra hadn't expected this, but welcomed the young boy sucking on her. She
moaned as he worked his new-found magic.
"Ohhh...fu...fuckkk...Pe...ter...yessss..."

As Peter lapped at the girl's trough, he lightly fingered his prick.  He
knew he'd shoot soon. He had to do it.  He stopped sucking and raised up on
his knees, scooting closer he tried to line up with her cunt...he was
tapping it once, twice... Tyra took him in hand and guided the prick into
her pussy.

Outloud, Peter whispered, "Fuccckkk...yeah..."

The warm tightness of the girl's hole held him and instinctively he began
to thrust in and out. He was doing it!  He was fucking for real!  Once he
got to excited and pulled out to far, but was able to shove it back in and
continue.

"Oh, yes...Peter...do me...fuck me as hard as you can..." Tyra panted.

Peter had no reason not to and he thrust, squirmed, stirred, and knew he
was rubbing up against her clit, which was most important for her.

"Ohhhhhauuuugggghhhh!!!" she suddenly cried.

Peter felt his nuts tighten up...felt that surge begin...felt the rush of
sperm through his shaft. He pressed tightly against Tyra and exploded into
the girl's cunt.  "Ugh...Ugh...Ugggghhhhh!!!"

Suddenly out of energy, the thirteen year old collapsed on top of the girl,
breathing heavily, his cock still buried in her.  As they caught their
breath, they kissed again, though not with as much energy as before.  Peter
began to get up and saw the sticky mess, the sperm oozing from her slit. He
thought for a moment, the shrugged and went down on her once more.

Tyra really didn't expect this. The boy was licking out her vagina-hole,
swallowing his own cum. As he did so he was once again rubbing against her
clit.  Ohhh, it was happening again.  This is too much, the girl thought to
her self.  She clutched at Peter's hair, but did not push him away. He
licked and swallowed until all of a sudden there was another liquid...more
fluid for him to take in.

"Oh...fuck...that...is incredible...stop...stop...stop!!!"  Tyra pleaded.

Peter did and rose up, kneeling between her legs, totally spaced.

Suddenly in the quietness, someone was clapping.  "Great performance,
kids. That was beautiful!"  Damon stepped from around the corner and leaned
against the door frame.  Tyra sat up and looked over the couch.

"That was about the best!" she panted.

Peter was mortified. Clearly Damon had been watching, but how?  The man
knew what he was thinking and pointed to three different cameras,
strategically placed.  They'd been filmed.

But he also was sure that Tyra enjoyed herself.  He certainly knew he
enjoyed this.

"Peter," Damon said, "You are more versatile than I thought."

"...he can kiss and suck..." Tyra started to say.

"Yeah, I know he can suck," Damon interrupted. "He's going to be a great
part of the team."

"Wait," Peter said, "the team?"

Tyra informed him, "Don't you get it?  You are part of an elite group of
talented youth.  You are going to earn money you couldn't imagine two weeks
ago.  You are going to make a whole lot of people happy."