Date: Tue, 9 Aug 2022 22:33:17 +0200 (CEST)
From: karcamel@tutanota.com
Subject: A NEW WAY TO SEE THOSE BOYS Part 5

A NEW WAY TO SEE THOSE BOYS


PART 5

        I enjoyed the wind on my face. The highway had two lanes: one to
the east and one to the west. I felt small hands squeeze around my waist
and his head pressing against my back. It was afternoon, home was already
more than 80 miles away. Chris and I, my lastborn, nine years old.

        The weather forecast promised only sunshine, there wasn't much
traffic. You can't experience such a feeling of freedom as riding a
motorbike. I tuned the country radio to play in our helmets, it fit the
mood. Born to be wild might have been even better when I and my son were
driving toward a big adventure.

        I had only packed what was necessary. The rucksack mounted on top
of the motorcycle's tank had only a few clothes and a small tent. Chris
also had a backpack, and that's all we needed. We both wore denim jackets
and jeans, we were like two cowboys on a horse.

        "Is it still a long way?" Chris asked. The Bluetooth connection
between the helmets made it easy to talk without shouting.

        "Are you already starting to ask?" I asked. "There's still at least
150 miles to go."

        "I want us to stop."

        "Why?"

        "I need to pee." Chris's voice was full of real need.

        "Out here in the middle of nowhere, there are no gas stations, if
you have to pee, you have to do it on the side of the road."

        "I don't mind, I really need to pee."

        We stopped at the side of the road. There was no other
traffic. Chris took off his backpack and stepped onto the bank.

        I also decided to relieve myself and so we stood by the side of the
road pouring water next to each other. I also decided to relieve myself and
so we stood by the side of the road pouring water next to each other. I
noticed how Chris was secretly trying to peek at me. And when he noticed
that I was doing the same to him, he got embarrassed and turned away a
little.

        "You stare." He said.

        "No I don't, you did." I replied.

        "Oh yes, you were staring." Chris sighed.

        "It could be so. What then?"

        Chris was quiet for a moment. He finished peeing and zipped up. He
looked pensive and then said:

        "Ok, I admit I stared. Men have it so different from
boys. Especially Logan's dad."

        "Hmm. Logan's father had a very different situation at that very
moment, it's not always like that for him either."

        "How so? Tell me."

        "Now let's keep driving, we'll talk about this later at a better
time." I said and thought about how good a topic this could be.

        Our excursion went to a city where there was a space event. On
display were real NASA equipment, as well as various things familiar from
movies and TV series and people dressed as aliens or characters. However,
we hadn't left until the afternoon, so we wouldn't be able to get to the
event until the next day.

        Along the way, we stopped to eat hamburgers and marvel at the
truck, which was chromed from rims to roof. Our mirror image reflected on
its surface. I took a picture of it. You rarely get to look at yourself and
your children through the eyes of another. Now I noticed how small my son
really was next to me. Chris's top of the head reached my chest height, he
was maybe a little over 4.2 ft. (130 cm) high.

        There was a campsite in the city with a good reputation and rated
as high quality. We parked the bike and took our backpacks. I had planned
to spend the night in a cabin but was prepared for the fact that they
wouldn't be available. And not in vain; only tent sites were available and
those in an area where other tents were very close. Since the area was
large, I got a map that guided us to the right place.

        Chris was a big help when we set up the tent. The last time I used
the tent was before Thomas was born, so it had been another decade and the
skills had gotten rusty. Finally, the tent was up, and we could build the
sleeping places. There were a lot of tents in the area, there were only a
few steps of space around us. We went swimming in the pool, it was crowded
there too. Then we went to eat at a cafe in the area, there we had to wait
for a free table. Eventually, the evening began to darken, and the sunset.

        The campsite fell silent. From somewhere in the distance, I heard
music and some talk from a neighbor's tent that I couldn't make out.


        "It's shockingly hot here." Chris stated to himself as he took off
his jeans. He was right, it was really warm in the tent because it had been
a hot day and the temperature didn't seem to drop towards night.

        "Then you have to cut down on clothing." I said while taking off my
shirt. We had no sleeping pads, only sleeping bags. Luckily, the terrain
was grassy and the ground was soft. I watched my son as he took off his
T-shirt. We talked about what to do the next day. Chris was very excited
about the space event, and I was very interested as well.

        "I wonder if there are any Klingons there? The Klingons are evil."
Chris thought out loud.

        "Cardassians are more dangerous. And the Borg. Klingon is part of
the Federation." I added.

        "Yeah, it is. I hope we see them too. "

        "Tomorrow will tell." I said.

We talked about the journey behind us and the next day, until Chris changed
the subject:

        "When we were there to pee, you promised to tell me why Logan's
father has such a strange... It."

        "Surely you remember what kind of situation we saw Logan and his
dad in? Gerald had one like that because otherwise, he wouldn't have been
able to play with Logan with it. It had hardened.


        "Why?"

        Gerald wanted to be with Logan in that certain way because he likes
his son, and when you like that way it hardens and grows. Logan also had a
hard."

        "But it wasn't that big."

        "True. It doesn't really start to grow properly until you're a
little older."

        "Me too?"

        "Of course, you too." Chris looked thoughtfully at the tent roof
and said:

        "It was a strange feeling."

        "Is it because you saw what they did?"

        "Yea."

        "I also got a strange feeling. Their play looked nice." I said.

        "I think so too." We were silent for a little while again until
Chris continued;

        "Is that common?"

        "You mean what they did?"

        "Yes."

        "I honestly don't know. These things aren't talked about in
general. It's about sex, and sex is a very personal matter. It may be that
many fathers and sons have fun with each other like that.

        There were no lights in the tent, but the full moon and the light
from the path illuminated it so that you could see more than just
silhouettes. Chris was lying on his back on top of the sleeping bag. He was
wearing nothing but boxers. I was lying on my side and looking at my
son. He looked small and fragile in the thin light. I placed my hand gently
on his stomach and bent down and blew lightly into his ear. Chris
laughed. I moved my hips forward so that they touched the boy's thigh.

        I pressed my hips forward a bit. I had a shocking erection and I
knew he would feel it against his leg. I moved my hand a little higher on
the boy's sensitive skin. I pressed my index finger on his nipple and
started rolling it slowly over it. I felt a small pimple harden against my
finger. I blew in his ear again, now Chris didn't laugh but sighed. I
pressed my lips to the boy's ear and kissed it gently. I sucked the earlobe
into my mouth and carefully looked at it. My hand was still caressing the
nipple, and my hardon became almost painful.

        "Would you like to play with daddy?" I whispered in a shaky, hoarse
voice.

        "Yes, Daddy." He answered in such a low voice that you could hardly
hear it.

        I kissed my son's ear and cheek, and at the same time, I let my
hand slide down. I circled my hand around his navel and slipped my
fingertips under the waistband of his boxers. I slowly moved my hand
further until I felt the head of his dick against my index finger. It had
stiffened. Its head was hard but bouncy.

        "Give daddy a kiss." I whispered pressing my lips against his
mouth. His lips felt dry, I licked them with my tongue to make them
moist. Chris kissed me the way kids kiss; mouth closed. I pushed my tongue
between his lips. The boy didn't guess that I would put my tongue in his
mouth. He pressed his lips tightly around my tongue.

        "Kiss as I do." I said and soon he responded to the movements of my
tongue flexibly. I wonder how quickly both my boys learned the art of
kissing. The nine-year-old was soon kissing as if he had been kissing his
whole life.

        My hand had dived deeper into my son's boxers. I slid my finger
along the shaft of his penis. It was small, smaller than I had imagined, I
would guess about 2.3 inches (6cm) and thin. I caressed the silky surface
of the sensitive organ and squeezed it between my fingers. It vibrated with
a couple of tight jerks. The foreskin slid smoothly over the shaft and made
it easy to move.

        "Does it feel good?" I asked.

        "Uh-huh." Chris mumbled against my mouth.

        "Would you like to touch mine?"

        Chris didn't say anything. Instead, he started to grope the front
of my boxers with his hand, and he squeezed the knob of my cock under the
panties and sighed;

        "So big!"

        I sat up and took off my boxers. I asked Chris to do the same and
when we were both fully naked I asked him to sit on my thighs. My son did
so and after a while, he was sitting on my lap. I pulled him closer so that
our penises were touching each other. My member looked shockingly large
compared to Chris's, but that only added to my arousal. The boy's short and
thin cock was beautiful and so innocent looking. It was flawless,
completely hairless, as a nine-year-old should be, and delicious. We were
getting up to speed.


TO BE CONTINUED

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