Date: Sun, 11 Jan 2009 13:47:08 -0800 (PST)
From: Dragon
Subject: Adoptive: Part 1

	This story is a work of fiction.  The events depicted wherein, as
well as the characters, are the baseless creations of the author and
nothing more.  This story contains adult themes and should not be read by
minors.  Viewer discretion is advised.


Adoptive

      I was the man with everything.  I was young, healthy, somewhat good
looks and not to mention that I had enough money in the bank to not have to
work another day in my life, thank you government sponsored lottery.  They
say that you can't buy happiness and I was smart enough to know that.  In
fact, before I became rich, I wanted to find meaning to my life and
happiness by helping people as much as I could.  I had been well on my way
to becoming a doctor, for which my parents would have been proud (God rest
their souls).  They had taught me to care about others and help them and it
just felt like the right destiny for me, to help the world as I could.  I
could only imagine how rewarding saving a life could feel.

	When I first came to school, I was naïve.  I think most doctors who
truly want to make a different are naïve when they begin to learn, a bit
like some lawyers can be I'm sure.  One of the first things we learned in
school was: "You can't save everyone."  It was a harsh lesson to learn, but
a very crucial one as well.  We were told that doctors should keep an
emotional distance with their patients because we might be crushed by the
losses otherwise.  We would meet with death and should be ready for it.

	School broke some of my illusions about being a doctor, suddenly it
didn't feel as glamorous.  On the contrary, it felt so mechanical,
especially with such a negative motto, that in light of my new financial
situation I decided that travelling would be more my thing.  At the least,
seeing more of the world could might my perception and maybe I'd find a
vocation just as benevolent, but which didn't feel as frigid.  I think my
parents might have frowned upon my choice and letting money change me like
that, but I felt it was a necessary choice to make for myself.

	Naming all the places and the experiences I lived could be a story
by itself, but suffice to say that I saw many cultures, weird and
wonderful, different people and a lot of wildlife as well.  I turned around
the world several times before I decided to take a break a year later.  Too
much travelling had taken a toll on me, even if and I wanted to just have a
stable home for a while.

      It didn't take much time before I settled on where I wanted to stay.
Japan had caught my eye while I was there, particularly the country side
and so after getting an immigration permit, I bought an old but very large
secluded house nested deep in the woods, along with a large terrain around
it.  The house needed a few repairs, but money quickly took care of the
problem and before long, everything was ready for me to move into my new
home.

	Yes, I really did have everything.  All but happiness.  It might
sound cliché, but I was the proverbial poor rich man.  Back when I was a
student, I mostly kept to myself and didn't really miss anyone once I
started touring the world.  I wasn't necessarily happy, but I wasn't sad
either.  I never really found myself at ease with people and instead
preferred to find my day to day passions in food and historical sights.  I
did enjoy the cultural aspects of dealing with people, but it was more from
a scholar point of view than a social one.  Nowadays, my days were filled
with meditation, which was very fitting for a Buddhist country like Japan.
But try as I might, I couldn't find peace within myself.  I had decided to
become a doctor because I wanted to help people, but I still had not found
my true path and over the weeks and months, it was starting to make me
morose.  What I needed was a sign to guide me towards... something.

      Every day, I would walk around my domain for a few hours.  I enjoyed
the calmness of it, away from civilization.  Because I owned the land, I
never saw anyone on the trails, until one summer day.  On the side of the
road was a woman, Japanese of course and probably in her thirties.  Her
clothes were dirty and I could only guess that she had been outside for a
very long time.  Perhaps she was poor and had nowhere to go.  The only
thing I knew for sure was that she was sick; I could hear it in her
irregular breathing and coughs as she slept in an agitated state.  And as I
approached her, I found a baby boy in her arms, sucking on her breast.

      I quickly got over my surprise, letting my med school instincts kick
in and I quickly verified first the baby's condition, and than hers.  Even
without a degree, my most educated guesses were grim: he was healthy, but
she was dying.  I knew that there was nothing I could do and that I needed
to bring her to a hospital.  I wasn't sure if she'd even be able to wake
up, but to my relief she did.  But that relief was very short lived.

	Her eyes were tired and I could see that she knew she didn't have
much time left.  As soon as she could focus her eyes on me, she started
talking weakly but since I only knew a very rudimentary Japanese, I
couldn't understand what she was saying.  I tried telling her to stay
silent and keep her strength, but she wouldn't listen.  There was fear in
her voice and at first I thought she was negotiating for me to save for
life, but then she handed me her baby.  She kept saying "Takao" and I took
it to be the name of the boy.  I could see the despair in her eyes, but I
tried to keep her at ease, telling her that I would take care of him.
Somehow I think she understood and the woman smiled as her last sight of
the world was of her boy, safe in my arms.  Time seemed to stop as the
nameless mother passed on, her soul now finally at peace and I prayed to
Buddha for her out of respect.  Takao remained silent through it all, as if
he too was praying.

      There was little more to be said.  I brought the boy home with me and
prepared some warm milk for him.  Later on, when he fell asleep, I put him
in a small basket, well wrapped in blankets and brought him to the funeral
of his mother.  I buried her in the woods away from the trail but marked
the tomb with an arrangement of stones.  I would never forget where she
was.  My job done, I brought the baby back home with me, ready for a new
beginning.

	Life can completely change in the blink of an eye.  It had when my
parents had died, when I had won the money and now once more with the
arrival of Takao.  "You can't save everyone" they had told me and they were
right: I could not save the mother.  But the son would live on under my
tutelage and I would make sure he led an as happy life as I could provide.
I never even questioned if perhaps I should put the boy in an orphanage.  I
didn't hold any strong religious beliefs, but this whole event felt like a
sign, as if the universe had heard my plea for help and answered.

      So, from that day onward, I raised Takao as my own son.  It was
certainly a learning experience for me, since even though I had my medical
studies to aid me in keeping him healthy, I had everything to discover
about parenting.  Because of my financial situation, I had many options on
how to raise him.  I quickly decided that he shouldn't grow in luxury, just
comfort like I had with my own parents.  And I wanted to raise the boy in
his own culture and traditions as well.  To accomplish that, I would have
to immerse myself in the culture and change my lifestyle.

      Even though I had lived in Japan for so long, I knew next to nothing
of their lifestyles, but I was eager to learn.  I bought myself videos and
books and changed some of my customs accordingly.  I had already been
eating a lot of rice and fish, so nutrition didn't see much difference.
Clothes however were another matter.  My trusty sneakers were replaced for
wooden sandals for the exterior, while I simply went barefoot inside.  I
also kept a casual attire, usually only wearing a yukata, a kind of
Japanese bathrobe, instead of more modern clothes.  There was a learning
curse and something of an adaptation, but I was happy to do it.  And of
course, Takao got everything on a smaller scale.

	I was surprised that Takao made the transition from his mother to
his new father so well.  I kept the crib in my room, wanting to be ready at
a moment's notice to tend to his needs, but he didn't really cry much.  In
fact, he was a cheerful little lad and enjoyed all the stories I had for
him and the walks in the forest trails.

	The weeks became months, and then years.  Baby Takao turned to a
toddler as he learned to walk and talk and now followed me on his own two
feet.  He was a curious lad and as soon as he was about to speak, he asked
questions about everything his mind could come up with, to which I was more
than happy to answer as honestly as I could.

      Once a month, we would go to the big city to get supplies, which fed
some of his curiosity but also prompted thousands more questions.  It was a
chance for us to do different things than at home and see different sites.
I would show Takao some temples and tell him a bit about what I had learned
over the years.  Sometimes we'd stay the night at a hotel as well.  Takao
enjoyed our time together in the city because it was such a different
experience, but he also admitted that he rather preferred the calm of their
forest home.

      One burning question he had was why other kids had two parents and
true to myself, I told him about his mother, although in simplified terms
that he could understand better.  I showed him where I had buried her and
tried to comfort him, but there was no reason to.  Takao was not sad as
after all, he had never known his mother.

	Being rich and mostly secluded from society, I spent most if not
all of my waking hours with my son.  We truly did everything together.
Besides eating and the daily chores, we also took our baths together, as is
Japanese tradition, at the artificially heated spring I had built near the
house.  The baths were a moment we could take to just relax and clear our
minds.  Takao loved our baths and I had to admit, so did I.  Away from the
rules of society, baths no longer were reserved for washing and relaxing,
they also served as a playful ground for us both, like a warm pool.  We had
no shame in touching each other while we wrestled and just had fun
together.

	And then at night, we slept together in the same bed.  When he had
come of age, I had offered to my son his own room if he wanted to but he
said that he preferred to sleep with me.  It was only natural since we
spent so much time together, sleeping was only another family activity for
us.  We each had our side of the bed and we wore our yukatas to sleep.
Sometimes during the night, sleeping Takao would turn to cuddle against me.
Sometimes he would even curl to my side, placing his bare leg over my own
as he wrapped his arms around me.  During those times, his little pecker
would often slip from his yukata and touch my arm.  It wasn't anything
sexual, just a shameless lifestyle because away from the eyes of the world,
we had no reason to let ourselves be bogged down by their taboos.

      So went our days together, calm and serene.  But life seldom remains
stable for long and one day, Takao made a choice which led me in turn to
take make a choice which would change our relationship forever.  The
winters were mild in our region but the summers were very hot and humid.
It was the summer when my son was turning five and probably the most
uncomfortable summer I had experienced yet.  We had spent the day by the
pond, which was separate from the bath and kept its water cool.  Once night
time came however, we found ourselves sweating in bed, even without any
covers.  I had a small electric fan but it was wildly underperforming under
the circumstances.  We had been trying to sleep for about half an hour, but
sleep didn't come easy.

	"Dad?" Takao whispered, unsure if I was sleeping or not and not
wanting to wake me if I was.

	"Yeah?" I answered in a whisper of my own.

	"I'm really hot, can I sleep naked?" he asked innocently.  It
certainly wouldn't be the first time I would see him naked, since we did
take our baths together and even when we changed clothes, we felt no need
to hide from each other.  But we had never slept together naked before and
it felt as if this was an unspoken line that was about to be crossed.  I
saw no reason not to cross it however and decided to join my son in his
nudity.

	I could only imagine the judgement people would lay on us if they
knew what we were doing.  It was innocent sure, just a father and son
laying naked side by side, their bare arms touching and my hand scraping
the side of his thigh mere coincidence rather than by design, but I had no
doubt others wouldn't see it in such a simple and light hearted manner.
They would see me as a pervert taking advantage of his son, unfit to be a
father.  I was glad that Takao didn't have to deal with the world as I had.

	My annoyance to the world passed, but my thoughts lingered.  I was
naked with my five year old boy, away from any other eyes.  Impure thoughts
slipped into my mind, reminding me that it had been well over five years
since the last time I had sex.  It had not been a conscious decision, just
the way the wheel of life turned.  But now here I was, naked and admittedly
aroused and for my own son no less.

	It was the first time I ever questioned myself and my values, what
was right and wrong.  I didn't actually know what I wanted.  Sexual
release?  It felt a lot simpler than what my feelings were telling me.  It
was more than horniness, it was a kind of closeness with my son which was
forbidden by society.  Already I was touching him and all I wanted to do
was hold him in my arms and to hell with the heat.

	But I remained still in the darkness, my dick erect and my heart
racing.  Takao couldn't see any of it, the moon completely absent in the
sky and leaving us shrouded in shadows.  Minutes passed in silence and
neither of us could find sleep, though likely for very different reasons.
I was now oblivious to the heat and only had my son in my mind.  I gently
started moving my fingers along his thigh, nothing explicit, just to feel
him a little more.  He said nothing and we remained as is for a while, my
fingers casually running along his leg.

	I turned to face him, asking him in the same whispering voice as he
had used before: "Are you sleeping?"

	"No," he simply replied, turning to face me as well.  Our penises
touched briefly as he turned, before he backed away from me.  I could feel
his warm breath on me as he breathed.  I placed my hand on his arm.

	"I love you son," I told him.  He couldn't understand why I was
suddenly saying it and was probably confused.  I couldn't deny being
confused myself, faced with a choice others had seemed so wrong.  And yet
here I was with my son's full trust.  I knew I couldn't betray it, but was
what I intended really betraying his trust?  Wouldn't it be on the contrary
an act of love, like it would be between two adults?

	In the end, my hand made its choice almost of its own accord,
running from Takao's leg to his chest, then back down to his penis.  I ran
my thumb and index finger along it, stroking it once or twice and massaging
the small boy sack under it.

	"Dad, what are you doing?" he asked in a whisper, visibly confused
but unafraid.  His voice sounded as if we were sharing a secret.  Still I
had to make sure he was ok with this.

	"Do you like this Takao?" I asked, stroking his skin some more.

	"It feels weird dad," he admitted.

	I stopped my motion, but kept my hand on his genitals.  "I can stop
if you prefer."

	"No, it's ok," he said and I could hear in his voice that for now,
he didn't feel strongly either way.  "You've never done this before," he
added, a fact which hid a question.

	"Well, I thought that since neither of us can sleep, we could play
together for a while."

	"We've never played like this before."

	"Well we've never been naked in bed together before."

	"Oh," he simply replied, the answer making perfect sense to him.
"What do I have to do?"

	"You don't need to do anything Takao," I answered warmly.  "You do
what you feel like doing," I added, probably confusing him even more.  "You
can even fall asleep.  There are no real rules for bed games, it's not a
competition.  All I want is for you to be comfortable."

	"Ok," he answered once more, spending his legs a little wider,
giving me full access to his boyhood.  I ran my hand along his thighs,
letting my fingers run along his small sack, stroking his penis delicately.
I knew that he couldn't enjoy the full extent of the gesture; after all,
Takao was still just a little boy.  Still, his breathing increased, telling
me that my actions weren't completely ineffective.  I think that
unconsciously, he knew that something was happening and he probably wanted
to give himself to it, but he didn't know how.  He would learn over time.
Now that I saw his comfort, I felt more at ease myself.

	Eventually, I heard his breathing even out and I knew that Takao
had fallen asleep.  I stopped the erotic massage but kept my hand between
his thighs.  Once again I tried to fall to sleep, but sleep still took time
to come to me as well and it wasn't due to the heat anymore.  A whole world
of opportunities had just opened before me and I couldn't help but consider
how bright the future was shaping up.

	I decided to stay nude as I got up the next day.  A new kind of
comfort had been instilled between us the night before and to be honest, I
wasn't sure what was "sacred" anymore.  I knew that my first priority was
protecting my son from harm and that my pleasure should never come at his
expense.  However, we were also very much past traditional values and I had
to come to terms with our new situation, not to mention understand it.  In
the meantime, I had taken a first step, remaining nude as I prepared
breakfast for Takao and me as usual.  And as usual, the smell of cooking
woke him up.

       "Morning," I heard him say behind me as he entered the dining area.
Like father like son, he had also chosen to discard his yukata for the day,
leaving his beautiful bare body for all to see... well, if someone but me
had been there to see it.  Save for the nudity, it was a normal morning and
we ate breakfast as we always did, barely acknowledging our nudity.  Takao
was talkative as ever, asking a thousand questions about just as many
topics like only a boy can.  What he did inquire about however was the
night before, but he had chosen to remain naked unprompted which told me
that he felt that there was a change between us, for the better.

	Today was a day off for his home schooling and so Takao got to
choose what he wanted to do for the day.  Sometimes he would decide to go
off and explore the woods by himself or even to write stories.  He loved to
write and had a very vivid imagination, the kind only a child could have.
But today he wanted to spend some time with his father and so we commonly
chose to go to the bath to relax together.

	Japanese baths are hot.  Very hot.  During my first incursions into
Japan, I tried adapting to the water, but never could stay in for more than
a couple of minutes on end.  Once I got my own bath, I set its heat
somewhat lower than a native would, warm but comfortable enough for a
westerner.  Still, because I wanted to teach Takao as much as I could about
his cultural heritage, when we go to the big city once a month, I always
made sure to bring him one of their public baths.  He's a smart kid and
understands the difference between the playful attitude we have on our own,
and the more solemn friendly social attitude when among groups.

      Today the water was wonderful.  I had set it a tad cooler than usual,
to help ease off the warm temperature.  My eyes were closed and my
breathing posed.  I cleared my mind of all thoughts and concentrated only
on my breathing.  Even the sounds had faded away to my meditative state.

	When I opened my eyes, I found Takao looking at me from the other
end of the bath, his face half buried in the water.

	"You look like you have a question," I said, recognising the look
in his eyes.

	But he said nothing and instead approached silently towards me,
like a ninja in the night and then turned and sat between my legs, his back
against my chest; another new initiative for which I could only be
delighted.

	"Dad, remember last night when you touched my penis?  When we were
in bed?"

	"You mean like this?" I answered, placing my hand right back where
it belonged, running my fingers gently along his soft little pecker.

	"Yeah, I really liked it," he added and my heart jumped.  I kept my
demeanor posed however.

	"Oh?  How come?"

	"I don't know," he admitted, but the reason didn't seem to bare any
importance for him.  I continued to fondle him silently under the water and
he laid back a little in a more comfortable position.  I did the same.  We
remained comfortably positioned for a while, before Takao spoke.  "Dad?
Your penis is hard."

	It was, very hard in fact and when we had shifted positions, it had
slipped between his thighs, poking out from beneath him almost as if it
were his, but I had ignored it up until now just as I had ignored it the
night before.

	"That's because you're my special little guy and I love you very
much."

	"I love you too dad, so why isn't my penis hard?" he asked, the
disappointment in his voice very audible.

	"You're too young to get a hard-on Takao, but when you grow up,
you'll get just as hard as me."

	"Does it hurt?" he asked, now worried about it.

	"No.  In fact, it feels quite good.  You can touch it, if you like.
Just like we played last night, we can do anything we like."

	Takao, ever curious, seemed to love that game and he started
exploring my erection with his little hands from under the water.  He
remembered the night before and tried to fondle me like I had done for him,
but his hands were too small for my growing organ.  He was transfixed on it
and enjoyed feeling the texture of my cock, its girth as well as the ball
sack under it.  Every movement he made had me draw a new breath of
pleasure.  My new attitude didn't escape my boy's attention.

	"I'm sorry, did I hurt you?"  His words were pure and honest and I
could only smile tenderly at his innocence.

	"No, no," I told him reassuringly with a smile.  "It just feels
really, really good.  In fact, why don't we get out of the water?  That
way, you can have an easier time exploring."

	"Ok!" he answered with glee.

	We soon got out of the water and after laying down a few towels on
the grass, I laid on them myself, legs spread and arms behind my head, my
body completely open for my son's discovery.  I never considered my body
anything but average looking, but I felt proud to expose myself to the
wonders of the six year old's mind and to hell with "morality".  He
approached slowly, his eyes filled with curiosity, his stare directly
centered on my cock.  He had seen the rest of my naked body many times, but
this was a part of me completely new.  He kneeled before it and took it
into his hands, squeezing and feeling the extent of its hardness.  The
applied pressure made me take a sudden deep breath, which Takao noticed and
made him stop.  But once he saw my serene face and nod, he proceeded with
his investigation, now more interested than ever.

	He placed his hands back on my shaft, squeezing it like before.  As
he moved his hands along it, he discovered how the skin moved.  Of course
he had his own penis to discover, but mine was very different from his and
my boy was a scientific at heart, trying to discover all that he could
about this new experience.  And I must add, he was making learning very
enjoyable for me.

	He naturally started stroking me, at first very hard and I asked
him to go a little more delicately.  The boy was mesmerized by his actions
and the effects it had on me.  And as he jerked me, Takao noticed a faint
smell emanating from my cock, something very different from what he knew.
His strokes were getting slower as his face approached my erection, but he
was still unsure.

	"It's ok Takao," I said in a pant, "you can taste it.  You can lick
it or just put it in your mouth and suck, but watch out for your teeth."

	And upon validation of his actions, my son's head dropped and took
all of my cock in mouth, making me wheeze of pleasure and jerk slightly.
But now he knew not to let go and as if it was the most natural thing in
the world, my son started slurping avidly at my cock.

	The boy was a godsend, sucking on the head of my cock as he ran his
little hands along my thighs and playing with my balls like I had done to
him before.  His tongue felt every inch in his mouth and felt particularly
interested in my piss slit.  I asked him to pump my cock as he had before,
while sucking on it, and he was more than happy to oblige.  I knew that I
wouldn't be able to last long in his caring mouth.

	"Takao, I'm about to shoot white stuff from my cock.  It's alright,
you can taste it."

	Something new to discover made him jerk and suck more eagerly.
Soon my body tensed and my back arched slightly as finally I came into my
son's mouth.  It felt like an eternity since last I had cum and I shot many
gobs, first in his mouth but as he released my cock from his grasp, a few
shots hit his face as well.

	And then it was all over.  I was on my back panting deeply, my mind
playing back what had just happened and anticipating what was to come.
Takao was kneeling by my side, his face still stained by my sperm.  He had
swallowed everything in his mouth and was now looking at me with more
confusion than ever.  I opened my arms and he let himself fall in them.

	"Thank you, you did very well," I told him as I tightened my hug
around him.  I couldn't see his face, but I knew that he was proud of what
he had done, even if he didn't quite understand it.  No matter, in time he
would understand it.

	We remained still for a long time, our nude bodies held tightly
together.  His face was nested in my neck, smiling.  I lifted it to look
into his eyes.  Such untainted innocence.  Smoothly, I approached my lips
and kissed him.  Our tongues waltzed briefly together before I broke it
off.

	"That was an adult kiss," I told him, "and some adult things we've
done together.  Did you like it Takao?"

	"Yeah, I like doing things with you," he said as he finally wiped
off the semen from his face.  "Your penis in my mouth was weird, and that
white stuff tasted weird, but it was ok."

	"Would you want to do it again?"

	"Can I put my penis into your mouth?" he asked, now eager to feel
what I had felt just minutes before.

	"Of course," I cheerfully answered.  "You can't shoot the white
stuff yet though.  That's called cumming and you'll only be able to do it
when you're older.  And when we're doing this, you have to call your penis
a `cock'."

	"Ok."

	"Oh, and one other thing.  You can't tell anyone about it, ok?
This is our family secret."

	"I know."

	He knew.  My boy understood that there was something special about
this and that it should remain between us.  Not that he had many to talk to
about this, but just the knowledge that we understood each other so
intimately made me feel us closer together.  I helped him lay on the sheets
and he spread his legs like I had before.  I couldn't take my eyes off of
the boy; to me, he looked like a beautiful angel to whom I could give all
of my love.  I was his, and he was all mine.  All I wanted to do was to
leap on him and pleasure him like a beast, but I knew that taking my time
would and savouring the moment would make the moment more memorable to the
both of us.

      I first kneeled near him and kissed his neck, making him giggle a
little.  After a few more kisses, I made my way down to his chest and tiny
nipples, giving each one the attention it needed.  In time, my lips found
their way lower to his stomach as I licked his belly button.  His small
penis was within reached, but didn't want to go there just yet and so I
only nibbled it with my nose.

	Instead my head went lower, down to his outer thighs, my hands
dragging behind it and feeling the bare skin under it.  My lips meet his
knees, his legs, and his feet, giving every little toe a suck.  From
between his legs, I could see his eyes following me, loving every touch I
gave him and craving for more.  I mischievously smiled and winked.

	From the inside, I moved back up the legs and the thighs, to
finally find his genitals.  In one swift swoop, I took the small cock and
balls in my mouth all at once, giving them both a tender suck before
letting the sack slip out and concentrating on his little boyhood.

	I had never taken a cock in my mouth before, but nothing could
deter me from my son.  I knew exactly what I wanted to do to it and knew he
would enjoy every moment of it.  Acting upon half instinct and half reason,
I tightened my lips around his shaft and bobbed my head along it, my mouth
sometimes making a slurping sound as his cock escaped me.  I was quick to
put it back in my mouth however and kept a very delicate and deliberate
pace.  Because my boy was only five years old, I knew that his body
wouldn't be mature enough to feel the full impact of my pleasure giving.
Still, I felt him tense up under me as I ran my tongue along his boyhood.
His breathing became more pronounced and as I slid my tongue along his piss
slit, Takao's body suddenly arched up in delight.  As he returned to a
laying position, he laid his hands upon my head, unconsciously, his mind
absent and lost in bliss.  Only a child, yet he had a profound desire to
keep the feeling lasting.  It was new and it was magical and Takao now
understood me better.

	I knew that he could not cum, but maybe I could give him a dry
orgasm.  My son's body curved forward once more as I doubled in intensity
and enthusiasm.  My mouth felt like a blur as it licked and bobbed over the
small slim boyhood, all the while one hand rubbing his body feeling it all
over and playing with his little boy nipples.  Takao wanted to contain his
cries of passion, but try as he wish, many high pitched yelps escaped him,
making me smile and love him all the more, if so was possible.

	Being so young, I didn't know what I could expect his reactions
would be, but I decided to take it a step further still.  With one hand
stuff busy on his body, I would put my other hand to good use as well.
Wetting my pinkie finger with saliva, I placed it at the entrance to his
bum.  I didn't want to penetrate him too far but still I probed the outer
edges to the puckered orifice, rotating slickly along the rim and feeling
its tightness.  For a moment, I let it slide in half an inch, but I
retracted it almost immediately, not wanting to hurt the boy.

	I could only imagine all of Takao's senses on fire as I ravaged his
body with my hands and my mouth.  By now he had lost all control and his
cries became more intense by the second.  I knew that I was close to my
goal and kept at it.  A few more sucks and it finally happened: Takao's
body tensed as his first dry orgasm washed over him.  It was soon over
however and I sucked his cock one final time before taking him back into my
arms.

	He was in a daze and understandably so.  As I took him in my arms
and placed his chest against mine, I could feel his small heart beat at
tremendous speeds.  For minutes we remained silent, our naked bodies
tightly against each other, both just happy that we can be together like
this.  And then finally he regained his senses and looked up to me.  His
eyes were unlike anything I had ever seen.  They told the tale of a
wondrous journey he had travelled for the last several minutes, an
unforgettable moment and thankfully, one he would be able to undertake
again and again The boy wrapped his hands around me in a tight loving grip
and I held him tighter still, my chin resting on his head.  He had no
words.  None were needed.

      Our lives became much different from that point on.  I had always
loved Takao as my own son, but now that our relationship had deepened such,
he became more than I ever could imagine.  An air of intimacy floated upon
our daily lives, every action together, no matter how simple, became filled
with greater meaning.  Sex became a part of our lives, when we felt like
it, because we could.  He greatly enjoyed making me cum, it made my son
very proud to bring me such pleasure and I returned the favors with just as
much pleasure.  At night, Takao and I would now asleep much closer
together, often times spooning for the night.

	But of course, sex only became a part of our lives, but significant
as it was, I never allowed it to become the whole of our relationship.  I
was still conscious of my duties as a father and made sure his education
proceeded well.  Sometimes I enforced a mandatory clothing period during
times when more concentration was required.  Clothes became a kind of
no-verbal sign, telling the other "now is not the time for sex".  Takao was
mature enough to enforce it upon himself if the situation warranted it. He
was very responsible for his age and I was proud of what he was becoming.

	Seasons came and went and our lives fell once more into a
comfortable routine.  Sex had changed our lives for the better and as the
autumn of his six years was rolling by, turning green into crimson and gold
as it went, a new event was on the raise.  I had noticed a change in Takao
throughout the day, very subtle, a change only his father could have
noticed.  It was a kind of distance between us, but not quite.  He seemed
calmer than usual and although he kept naked throughout the day and we took
our daily bath together, we had no sexual encounter.  There had been days
where we never had sex, but never a day where both of us kept dressed.  It
troubled me vaguely, but I could only wait and see what the future would
bring.

	Thankfully, the evening would bring its lot of answers.  The day
had been warm and the evening kept warm as well and as we went to bed, we
kept only a loose sheet over ourselves.  As usual, Takao laid down with his
back against my chest and I wrapped my arms around him.  In a way, I was
relieved that this could remain the same, but still felt somewhat concerned
about the day.  And then, my son turned in my arms and told me "I want your
cock in my ass."

      	They were certainly crude words for one so young, but they were not
spoken innocently.  The boy understood the implications, because we had
talked about it before.  In fact, I had started to prepare Takao on our
first night together as I probed him with my pinkie.  I later told him that
when he would be ready, I would bury my cock in that tight hole but that if
I did it now, it would really hurt.  I told him that he might enjoy the
feeling overtime, and that I certainly would as well, but that I would
never force him to do it.  In fact, I was quite content as we were now.

	But pleasuring me as I pleasured him was one of his wishes and so
he did take that finger and willingly endured some of the pain as it went
deeper over the weeks.  In fact, at the times when I didn't want to move
any further, he asked for it himself and over time, I even managed to add
another digit.  But you can't fight basic human anatomy too fast and I
would often have to tell him to be patient, that his mouth was enough for
now and that he should just enjoy things as they were.  It seems like he
couldn't contain his eagerness, and now he believed that he was finally
ready.

	"Are you sure?"  I asked him, worried about my little boy's well
being.  I did have some lube ready, but he was still very young.  "This is
really going to hurt."

	"I know, but I want to do it tonight.  It has to be tonight dad, on
your birthday."

	The little tyke was good, I myself had forgotten that today was my
birthday.  He had said nothing about it throughout the day and now I
understood why.  It was a cunning plan, executed perfectly.  And now my six
year old boy was offering me his virginity for my birthday.  For months I
had fought with his enthusiasm, and only now did I understand that he had
probably helped stretched himself at times when we were away.  I couldn't
refuse the offer; after all, it was a gift and I knew he would be wounded
if I turned him down.  Takao was visibly anxious but I would be aiding my
son every step of the way.  Already I was erect at the thought of what was
going to transpire.

      I started by applying a generous amount of lubrication on my shift
and my fingers.  Already Takao was laying on his stomach, legs spread and I
slid a finger inside his boy hole.  Because I had gotten him used to my
fingers, he did not tighten his anal sphincter as much as he had before,
but the boy did shiver at the coolness of the lube.  I let my finger slide
in and out of him slowly, twisting round the hole to stretch him out.
Soon, my middle finger met with my index and it too slid in with relative
ease.

      Takao kept calm, employing the meditation techniques I had thought
him.  He took deep breaths through his nose and expired through his mouth,
slowly.  But even if he hadn't, I could feel him looser than I had before
and could only assume that he had been preparing this for a while.  Any
lingering doubt in my mind was washed away.  I whispered tender words to
him as my fingers went in and out of him at a slow deliberate pace.

      And once I was satisfied with the looseness of the hole, I told him
that he could stand up, and I took his place, laying on my back.  "Now I'm
going to put my cock straight up," I instructed him.  "You have to sit on
it very carefully.  Don't rush it, you're only going to hurt yourself," I
warned him.

	He nervously nodded his approval and placed myself into position,
opening myself as I had on that faithful day a year before, this time
setting my cock upright but still letting him take the initiative.  He
would decide what is enough and what he is willing to endure.  No matter
what happened, it was a very emotional moment for me, not because of the
sex itself, but for what it meant, the purely of my son's soul.

	Slowly the boy approached, still nervous but I could still see some
confidence in his demeanour.  He squatted and I relinquished my pole to his
hands.  He placed the tip at the entrance of his bum, looked at me, smiled
in that way of his and slowly started pushing it in.

	His smile soon became a wince of pain as the first inch got
through, than the second.  I could see him panting and saw sweat forming on
his brow, but I remained silent.  As he continued pushing however, it
became increasingly obvious that he was on the verge of tears and promptly
asked him to stop.  Whether it was me or the pain, he did, but he didn't
let be slip out of him.  Instead, he tried to return to his meditative
state, closing his eyes and taking deep breaths.

	Minutes passed before he let himself drop lower for another inch,
his face still grimacing from the sensation.  The boy seemed to be fighting
against pulling out altogether and without hesitation, I told him that he
could, that maybe his body wasn't ready.  But the moment I spoke those
works, he looked at me fiercely, a tear of pain or rage in his eye, and
shouted "No!" as he suddenly let the other three inches slide in, before he
collapsed in my arms.

	He was alright but in much pain but there was nothing I could do to
help him.  If I retracted now, he would only force himself to do it again,
or blame himself for his failure.  I could certainly understand his
stubbornness, especially since he wanted to make this a gift for me.  The
boy was far too mature for his age and I could only respect that maturity.
And so I waited, talking to him softly, trying to ease his mind of the
pain.  I told him how thankful I was for what he was doing and proud that
he would be so courageous to overcome his limits.  He answered in his small
pained voice that he was happy that I was happy.

	It was a long time before there was any movement from either of us.
To an outsider, it might have seemed like we were sleeping, Takao laying on
my chest and in my arms, eyes closed, his breathing deep.  But eventually
Takao did move, first sitting back straight up and getting used to my cock
being borrowed completely inside of him.  It took him some time, but
eventually he started pulling away from me two or three inches, before
going back down suddenly.  The boy paused again for a few moments, before
doing it again.  It was a slow process, but gradually the strokes became
faster together and he started building a pace.

	I could see from his face that the pain never completely
dissipated, but he was at the least getting used to it with every new
thrust.  He was completely committed to the moment, proving me wrong: he
was not too young for this.  Other kids might have been, but Takao was
strong willed and gradually, I let my worries turn to full lust for my son
and this privileged moment.  I was butt fucking my six year old son,
through his own initiative.  I could feel a primal desire building inside
of me, yet I had to keep from giving in to the beast and pounding that ass
with all the might I could muster.  Instead I let Takao set the rhythm and
followed his beat, slow and deliberate, almost torturous and which brought
unspeakable ecstasy.

	Minutes passed with this rhythmic thrust, my boy squatting me in
and out of him.  I asked him if he wanted to try a new position and he
accepted so I removed myself from him and laid him on his back, his legs on
my shoulders and with a pillow to raise his rump.  Our eyes met and I could
see in his look how much the moment meant everything to him, not because of
the pleasure, but because of what he was offering me, his body.  Those eyes
made me want him even more.

	Once he was comfortable, I placed my dick at his opening.  It was
still tight as a boy's hole should be, but Takao was now much more relaxed
once I slowly pushed, I felt myself slide back in with minimal resistance,
even though he still had to take some deep breaths to ease the pain.
Confident that my boy was as comfortable as he could be, I took control of
the moment, pulling out and pushing back in, first at the same pace that he
had before, and then increasing gradually my pace as he felt comfortable.

	My heart was pounding furiously as my thrusts became faster and
more brutal.  His naked shape in front of me, looking at me with desire,
triggered a lustful savage beast in me and this time, I could do nothing
but give in to it.  I wanted my son, he was the source of all pleasure.
Feeling less contained by his tightness, each thrusts gained in power.

	I felt my hips like a blur, pounding my meat in that boy hole,
giving him everything I had.  I could feel my orgasm hastily building and
my mind wanted this feeling to last for as long as it could, but my body
desperately wanted release and gave it all it had to each thrust into my
boy's tight orifice.

	Finally I could contain myself no longer and with one final push
and a silent cry of passion, I let my love juices flow, filling Takao's
rectum to the brim.  Time itself was suspended as waves of cream defiled my
boy.  But it couldn't be everlasting and after many shots of semen, my
orgasm subsided.

	Panting heavily, I let myself roll to my boy's side, my softening
cock sliding out of my son's bum one last time, letting a bit of my cum
ooze out.  I turned my head to look at the boy, but his expression was
closed to me.

	"Are you alright?  Did I hurt you?"

	"No..."  He paused for a moment, before revising his answer.
"Yeah.  A little.  But it's ok, I know you didn't mean it."

	I felt terrible, yet his smile brought me warmth.  It wasn't simply
made to comfort, he was honest in his answer and I could see that he had no
regrets.  It made me smile as well and I took him in my arms.

	"My brave little boy."

	"Happy birthday dad," he said as he tightened his arms around me,
which I returned with all the love I had.  The evening was still young
however and there would be many more bed games before we would both fall
asleep from exhaustion, sweat covered in each others arms, large grins on
both our faces.

	After that experience, I did not intend to have anal sex with him
again, but one week later, Takao asked if I wanted to do it again and I
could not refuse.  It was still an ordeal for him, but I knew that over
time he would get used to it and by the end of winter.  It became a regular
act between us.  I even think it was one of his favourite sex acts, because
it was mine.  Takao was a definite giver, he loved to pleasure me.

	But I'm happy to say that the important things in life never
changed.  I continued to teach Takao and prepare him for the realities he
might have to face.  I don't know what he will become, if he'll leave home
for further studies, or maybe he'll start travelling around the world like
I have.  But what I do know is that I could not be more proud of my son,
because he is a kind and generous soul.  And he would prove it once again
years later... but that's for another story.