Date: Mon, 4 Jul 2022 21:39:05 +0200 (CEST)
From: karcamel@tutanota.com
Subject: A NEW WAY TO SEE THOSE BOYS Part 2

A NEW WAY TO SEE THOSE BOYS

Part 2


The next morning was the same as the previous one. Gerald and Logan were
acting quite naturally. My own sons had also been able to behave themselves
and hadn't raised the matter. I thought that it was most likely not
discussed among the boys either. We had breakfast, and we played in the
yard. Gerald and I cut billets for the fireplace. I looked at my friend and
found it hard to believe that he was the same man I had seen squirting his
cum into his son's face. Again, I would have liked to ask a fistful of
questions, but I didn't know how to start discussing such a thing.

"Logan is a nice boy." I said, wiping the sweat from my forehead.

"Yes, he is. He's a little shy, but once you get to know him, you can
definitely find energy in him." Gerald replied, placing the ax next to his
leg. He took a big gulp of mineral water and continued;

"Always been daddy's boy." He's been an easy child, unlike our
daughter. The girl is as stubborn as a donkey. She tells the world
everything and doesn't know how to keep anything to herself. Logan is
different. He has always thought it is fun to keep some secrets from other
people."

"Really? What kind of secrets does he like to keep?" I asked thinking I
could squeeze out some information about their relationship.

"Heh. I can't tell you, it wouldn't be a secret then."

"I understand, of course." I said slightly disappointed.

"The boy and I have a common secret, which we have agreed to never tell
anyone about." Gerald said half whispering. I started to get excited.

"You robbed a bank?" I said with a chuckle.

"It would be great for me to talk to someone about it, but as
said... what's promised is promised. Gerald placed another log in front of
him and grabbed the ax. I took a deep breath and started chopping wood
too. In the afternoon, we said goodbye to the cottage and set off for
home. The trip went as usual. The boys were in the back seat as
before. Gerald was talking quite normally, you couldn't tell from anything
that father and son had something special together.

The following week I finally fulfilled my long-time dream and bought a
motorcycle. The brand-new Honda Rebel 1100. A matte black devil with a look
that exudes power and credibility. Technology had developed tremendously
since the last time I owned a bike. Now there was a lot of digital stuff
that you really had to learn. I rode the bike home from the shop a few
miles in a detour and decided to ride a little longer stint the next day.

In the morning I pushed the bike out of the garage. It didn't shine in the
sunlight; its paint absorbed all the light. I put the engine running and
its low rumble sounded just as awesome as it should. When I was finally
about to leave, Thomas came to me with his helmet in his hand and asked to
go with me. Of course, it was fine with me. The boys had been arguing over
who would get on the first ride. Apparently, he had managed to bribe his
little brother with something because there was no argument about it.

We drove through the city, the low growl of the engine echoing off the
walls of the houses, and then turned onto small roads. The bike's fat rear
tire raised a thick cloud of dust on the dirt road. Winding narrow roads
and a hot summer day, what a perfect combination for a biker. We drove to a
gas station to buy a drink and a few egg and cheese rolls, then we drove to
a small stream to eat and drink.

We sat behind a large rock. The gentle wind was waving the leaves of the
trees and the brook's burbling were the only sounds that could be heard. We
leaned on the rock and enjoyed the summer. Then Thomas started to ask about
the things we saw on the weekend.

"Dad. I've been thinking about what we saw when Logan and his father
were... Umm... What they did... together." Thomas started stuttering.

"Yeah, that was definitely something I didn't expect to see." I replied and
wondered why we were talking about this now.

"I know that... that thing they did isn't acceptable, but..." Thomas spoke,
looking at his toes, clearly trying to find the right words.

"But?"

"But it seemed to me that they both liked it. And it didn't seem like it
was the first time they did it. Is it then wrong if both of them want and
like it?"

"The law is strict in these matters, and it doesn't take different
situations into account. It seemed to me that they were really having a
good time. It's hard for me to judge them if they've decided to do that
together." I told him, and I really meant what I said.

"I wonder how it all started."

"It's hard to know. But I would think that at first with small touches,
maybe hugs and then kisses. Maybe the other has once kissed a little
bolder. Perhaps the touches have gained a new meaning. Maybe their hands
have gone to private places, by accident or to test the other's reaction. I
really don't know how it is in reality."

I took a sip of the root beer and looked at my son, who was still staring
at his toes. I put my hand on the boy's thigh and squeezed a couple of
times gently, in a purely fatherly manner.

"Somehow like that?" Thomas asked, glancing at me quickly with a shy smile
on his lips. He raised his bottom and moved closer so that our hips were
touching. I shouldn't have left my hand on it. I had only intended the
squeeze to be some kind of good gesture.

"It could be so. Tom, I didn't mean to..." I managed to say as he reached
up and gave me a quick kiss on the cheek. Then he sat back down beside
me. My hand was still on his thigh. The situation began to take on a
completely new temper.

"Why? What are you sorry for?"

"The recent one." Thomas was wearing tight thigh-length shorts, a bit like
biker shorts, but black. I noticed that the front of his shorts was
bulging. I didn't plan anything and didn't even realize it until I did it;
I bent down towards him, put my hand under his chin, and lifted his
head. Then I kissed his red mouth softly. I didn't pull away, I stayed
there, pressing my lips against his. I waited a second. Then another
second. He didn't break the kiss. Neither did I, and I didn't understand
myself at that moment. I didn't want to do it, but I didn't want not to do
it either. It felt like I was being driven by autopilot.

I moistened my lips with my tongue and at the same time licked his lips a
little too. We were silent in our places, mouths against each other,
motionless. I had never been so close to my son's face. I looked straight
into his blue eyes and he looked at me. Neither wanted to pull away. I wet
my lips again and this time pushed my tongue a little further, between
Thomas's lips. I paused at that for a moment and then stuck the tip of my
tongue between my son's upper lip and front teeth.

I felt Thomas's tongue gently touch mine, and I began to swirl my tongue
around the tip of his tongue. Thomas quickly understood the plot of the
game and soon we were kissing each other deliciously juicy. I sucked his
lips and he sucked mine. I moved my hand on his neck and the back of his
head and he did the same to me. A stubble of my week-long hair rustled at
his touch.

After a while, the tires were crunching on the dirt road. We heard the
talk. A man and a woman rode toward us on bicycles. We stopped kissing. We
looked at each other, our foreheads against each other. Thomas looked me in
the eyes and started to snicker. They didn't see us from the road. A couple
drove by, complimenting my bike. We listened as the sounds slowly
disappeared behind the bend.

"I don't know what to say." I said to Thomas when the couple had gone.

"You didn't like that?" Thomas asked a hint of disappointment in his voice.

"Yes, yes, I liked it. I liked it too much, maybe. But I shouldn't..." my
sentence turned into a mumble as Thomas stuck his tongue in my mouth. We
continued to kiss passionately in the middle of the most beautiful
nature. A fly buzzed past my ear, water ran in a stream, its sound was
soothing. A bird sang somewhere, and soon the other joined in its
song. From behind the rock came the quiet click of a motorcycle engine
cooling down, and I was kissing and caressing my own son in the midst of it
all.

I caressed the boy's thigh and moved my hand slowly towards a strategically
important spot. I thought that eventually, I would pass the point of no
return to a normal father-son relationship. The fabric of the shorts was
thin and slick. I pressed my hand over the bulge in the front of them and
squeezed. My son's dick felt small but hard. I moved it under the pants so
that the tip was pointing towards the navel. That way I could touch the
entire length of its shaft. It felt like I was still on autopilot. An
11-year-old boy, my own son, as a sex partner. I couldn't feel anything but
joy and arousal.

I rolled my thumb over the glans under the fabric. The boy's dick was
throbbing to the rhythm of his heart. That pace was fierce. We were still
kissing, and Thomas was moaning into my mouth. I could feel his hand moving
up my thigh on the way to my crotch. My cock was steel hard and stiff in my
pants against my thigh. Thomas' fingers found what they were looking for,
and I noticed how the boy was apparently startled by the size of my
cock. Beneath the fabric, the boy felt the throbbing tool in his fingers,
the one with which he too had been made.

"It feels great." The boy whispered against my mouth while squeezing my
cock.

"Is that so?" I answered. It sounded silly, but I couldn't think of
anything else.

"It's terribly big."

"Is it?" I continued with my stupid comments.

"Uh-huh." Thomas mumbled and continued eating my mouth.

I squeezed my son's dick tighter and continued to rub it. Only a thin cloth
separated my hand and his penis. Thomas started moving his hips faster and
faster. Then I felt how his little organ started to throb strongly. He
panted loudly against my mouth. The fabric of his shorts got a little
damp. I wasn't sure if it was pre-cum or if it was semen. Whatever it was,
there wasn't much of it.

"Daddy. Daddy!" Thomas stammered into my lips. "Aahhh, YES! Oh fuuck yes! I
understood those words, but he mumbled a lot more that I couldn't make any
sense of. Finally, his orgasm took over, and he laid his head against my
shoulder sobbing. "I'm sorry, dad."

"For what?" I asked again, surprised.

"I said a bad word. The F word." I started laughing. The F word. As if that
was the naughty thing about everything we just did.

"For what?" I asked again, surprised.

"I said a bad word. The F word." I started laughing. The F word. As if that
was the naughtiest thing of all.

"Never mind that. How do you feel now?" I changed the subject.

"It was so amazing! Now I understand why Logan was so happy with his dad."
I had taken a big step into the unknown with my son. Just a week ago, I
couldn't have imagined anything like this. I pulled Thomas into a tight hug
and kissed his face gently.

"Let's go home." I said at the end of a long silence.

"But. Don't you want anything?"

"I definitely want to, but so that we have a lot of time and a quiet
place." we smiled at each other with exact understanding.

TO BE CONTINUED

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