Andrew's Pajama Party, a short story by Josh Terrence


Author's note: This short story depicts sexual acts between males of various ages. If you are offended by sex between men, teenage boys, boys or between males of any age, why are you here? If you are not a legal adult or if this content is illegal in your locale, leave now.

This story is a work of pure fiction. The taboo acts depicted in this story are not condoned by the author, this is fantasy only. All Characters in this story are portrayed by actors 18 years of age or older. This disclaimer applies to all installments of this story, past and present.

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Honey, you'll do fine,” Penny, my adoring wife of 15 years told me as she zipped her overnight bag up. “The boys are in their pajamas and all you have to do is feed them.”

At that moment, the shrieking sound of our 11 year old's triumphant voice carried into our ears from his bedroom across the hall, where he and his friends were raising hell.

It's Andrew from the top rope with an elbow!” he cried out, then a loud thump and a resounding “One, Two, Three... it's over! We have a new champion!”

I get a rematch!” we heard over the victorious cries of our son, and we both rolled our eyes. Seconds later, the sounds of two boys grappling in a room much too small to contain them rang out, along with the cheering and hollering of three of their peers. In all, five very hyper boys were gathered in my boy's room, and as my wife prepared to abandon ship for the night with a group of her own friends, I knew the ball was in my court.

There's no doubt that my wife is the day to day authority in our house. She keeps Andrew in line when the little things need to be corrected. My role as an authoritarian comes in when the major punishments need to be dealt. I'm not a spanker, but when I have to, I use my booming voice to restore order in an instant. With a single snap of my fingers, Andrew will stop whatever he's doing and fall into compliance. I know how frightened my son gets when I holler, though, so I reserve that for the most extreme circumstances.

Are you sure you want to go out tonight?” I asked her, wishing that she would stay behind to support me.

I'm sure, honey,” she told me, planting a kiss on my cheek. “There's pizza on the table, and I'm just a phone call away if you need me for anything.”

I'll leave you alone, dear,” I promised her with a smile, taking her overnight bag and wrapping an arm around her waist as we walked out of the room.

Andy, I'm leaving,” she called out as we approached his opened door. A split second later, our growing boy bounded out of his room with a replica championship belt slung over his shoulder, his face bright red and his dirty blond head of hair a little sweaty from rough housing. At the last second, he popped his head back into his room and said, “Have a number one contenders match.”

With that, he slipped his little paw into his mother's hand and smiled up at us both.

I won the title back,” he boasted, leaning into his mom's side.

I see that, honey,” Penny said, running her hand through Andrew's slightly sweaty hair. “I don't suppose you'll be taking a shower tonight, but I want you to have one in the morning.”

Okay,” he agreed in a reluctant tone, knowing that she would give us both hell if she came home to a stinky, un-bathed child. As we made our way down the stairs, she leaned down and gave him a sniff, then she made a face and fanned the smell away from her nose.

There's two pizza's on the table in the kitchen,” she reminded him when we got to the bottom of the stairs. “There's soda in the fridge, too. Make sure you tell your friends, okay?”

I promise, mom,” he swore, then he gave me a curious look. “If I forget, can't dad remind us?”

I suppose,” she told him, kneeling down and putting herself at eye level with him. “But they're your guests, not daddy's. Be good tonight, and I'll see you when I get home, okay?”

I love you, mom,” he said, leaning into her for a hug and a kiss. “Have fun tonight.”

I love you too, sweetie,” she said, planting a kiss on his cheek. “Have fun and try not to break anything.”

We won't,” he assured her, grinning from ear to ear as she stood up and planted a kiss on my lips.

I love you, dear,” I told her.

I love you too, Dennis,” she said. “I'm having breakfast with the girls, so maybe you can cook for Andy and his friends.”

I think I can manage to throw something together,” I said, giving my son a wink. “I'll see you tomorrow.”

As soon as she closed the door, Andy slipped his small hand back into mine and we walked to the kitchen, where two unopened pizza boxes sat on the table. I opened both boxes, revealing one large pepperoni pizza and one large cheese pizza, prompting my little boy to grin up at me.

Thank you for letting me have a sleepover, dad,” he said sweetly, wrapping his skinny arms around my midsection and giving me a tight hug.

You're welcome, pal,” I answered, hugging him back. “How about if you take a break from roughhousing and round up your guests for some grub.”

Okay,” he said, still grinning up at me.

When we released our hug, he scrambled back up the stairs and announced that there was pizza and soda in the kitchen. Moments later, the roar of a stampede rumbled through the house as a group of ravenous 11 and 12 year olds tore down the stairs in pursuit of sustenance. I made sure that there were paper plates and napkins on the table, then I made a beeline for the living room, where I turned the TV on and made myself comfortable.

Over the sounds of the TV show I was watching, I could hear Andrew and his little buddies at the table, devouring the pizza. There were occasional swear words and a round of burps initiated by my son, but I paid it no mind, knowing that he was enjoying his sleepover. I listened as the conversation turned to typical 6th grade banter, ranging from online gaming to farts, and everything in between. When the feeding frenzy was over, all four of my son's guests got up and bounded back up the stairs while Andrew reported to me in the living room.

We're finished eating, dad,” he said, standing in front of me with pizza sauce staining his mouth and his blue pajama top.

I see you're taking some of your dinner upstairs with you,” I teased him, using my fingertips to try unsuccessfully to wipe away the red stains from his face.

We'll wash our face and hands,” he promised, then I used my fingertips to playfully tickle his ribs.

Are you coming downstairs to watch a movie, pal?” I asked, and he nodded. “I'll tell you what, then. How about if daddy makes you up some popcorn? Then I'll clear out and you guys can have the living room to yourselves.”

Thanks dad!” he exclaimed, wrapping his skinny arms around me for a hug. “I love you.”

I love you too, buddy. Are you having a good time?”

Yeah,” he said, releasing his grip on my shoulders. “I have to defend my title against Logan tonight.”

Well then you better get back up there,” I told him with a wink, then I turned my attention back to the TV while he tore off, eager to rejoin his guests. For the next 20 minutes, I heard almost nonstop thumping on the ceiling above me as Andrew and his little buddies battled for supremacy. When the noise died down, I waited for them to come bounding back down the stairs, knowing that soon, they would take over the living room and I'd be banished to my room. When the calvary never arrived, I listened closer, wondering what they were up to. At first, I worried that someone might have been hurt and the boys were now trying to get things under control. That suspicion went away when I heard a loud giggle, followed by a cautionary, “Dude, shut up. Mr. Jones might hear you.”

As soon as I heard those words, I knew that they were up to something. I figured it was probably porn, courtesy of my son's tablet, so I decided to get up and investigate. I crept quietly up the stairs and tip toed down the hallway. My son's bedroom door was wide opened, but there was almost a dead silence. Suddenly, the silence was broken by a soft moan and a moist licking sound, and once again, I figured that they were looking at porn on his tablet. Very gently, I made my way down the hall, keeping my back to the wall so that my shadow wouldn't cast into Andrew's room, then I surreptitiously peaked in.

I was greeted by the site of my son sitting cross legged on his bed right beside his 12 year old friend Logan, a naughty grin fixed to both of their faces. Sitting next to Logan was 11 year old Hunter, a baby faced boy with dark, curly locks. On the floor, right beside the bed, was the source of their entertainment. It came in the form of their buddy Caleb, a 12 year old brunette with sparkling green eyes and a cherubic smile. On the floor with Caleb was Connor, also a 12 year old brunette, but he had brown eyes that were slightly squinted. Caleb was laying flat on his back, using both hands to hold onto the ankle of Connor, who was seated on his butt with his feet smashed against Caleb's face.

I might have thought that they were playing an innocent game had I not witnessed Caleb positioning his buddy's left foot so that he was able to suck on his big toe. Through his yellow pajama bottoms, the outline of an erection gave away his pleasure at performing this act. I saw the far away look in his eyes, a dreamy smile plastered to his otherwise innocent looking face, and I knew that I was intruding on something I shouldn't have been. So, with the same stealth like silence that brought me to this point, I beat a quick retreat, shaking my head in wonder the entire time. When I reached the end of the hallway, I heard little Logan speak up.

When are you going to do my feet?”

Once again, a soft moan carried into my ears, but this time, I realized that it had emanated from Caleb, who was clearly looking forward to licking Logan's feet. When I made it back to the living room, I acted like nothing was wrong and settled back into my easy chair. Through the ceiling, I heard the occasional sounds of talking, but not much else. When the boys invaded the living room with their pillows and sleeping bags in tow, I made enough popcorn for all of them and took a bowl for myself up to my room. At some point, I heard two sets of footsteps come back up the stairs, so I got out of my bed and peaked into the hall just in time to see Caleb and Logan make a beeline for my son's room and close the door. Shrugging it off, I went downstairs and fetched another soda from the kitchen, then I popped my head in the living room, where the remaining three boys were laying on their stomachs, watching their movie.

Andrew, I'm going to bed for the night,” I announced, causing all three boys to look guiltily over their shoulders at me. Raising an eyebrow, I asked, “Is everything alright?”

Yeah, we're just gonna watch movies, dad,” he said in an unconvincing tone.

That's fine, son,” I said. “Where did Logan and Caleb disappear to?”

They went upstairs to use the bathroom,” Hunter said, earning him an eye roll from my son. Still, I went along with the facade.

Okay then,” I said with an easy smile. “I'll be upstairs if you need anything, son. Just make sure you turn the TV off before you go to sleep, okay?”

Okay, dad,” he said with a smile, then all three boys turned their attention back to the TV.

As I was walking away, I heard Connor admonish his partner in crime with a, “You dumb ass, you were supposed to say they were getting ready for bed.”

Ignoring their poorly executed fabrication, I made my way back up the stairs to my room. I stopped by Andrew's bedroom door and put my ear up to it for any indication of what might be happening on the other side. I grinned to myself at first, but then my smile faded when it became apparent to me what the two 12 year olds were doing.

Are you going to suck on it, too?” I heard Logan ask in a hushed but tender voice, and I assumed that he was talking about his toe. What I heard next blew my mind.

I'll suck on it after we're done,” I heard Caleb tell him. “Don't take it out yet, though. It feels really good.”

Are you going to ask the other guys to fuck you in the butt, too?” Logan asked.

Yeah, I really want them to,” Caleb admitted with a moan, then the unmistakable sounds of sex drowned out their voices. Alarmed, I went straight into my room and sat on the edge of my bed, wondering what the right thing to do was. The dad in me wanted to pound on the door and stop the two 12 year olds in their tracks. Maybe even call their parents and tell them what was going on. But the practical thinker in me wondered what that would accomplish, other than mortifying the two youngsters and causing them problems at home. If little Caleb was gay, what good would calling him out on it do?

While I was mulling it over in my head, the door to Andrew's room opened and the pair walked out together. I peaked out my bedroom door and caught site of the boys holding hands, with Caleb resting his head affectionately on Logan's shoulder. Caleb's pajama clad rear end was switching from side to side as they walked, and it was clear to me that he had gotten exactly what he was after from his friend. They stopped at the top of the stairs and shared a sweet smile, then Logan leaned in and planted a peck on Caleb's lips. When they disappeared down the staircase, I went back into my room and turned my attention back to the TV.

Three minutes later, Caleb was back in the hallway, this time with 11 year old Hunter. The boys were holding hands as they made their way into my son's room, where they closed the door behind them. Unable to control my curiosity, I crept across the hall and listened through the door as the boys talked.

It's easier this way,” I heard Caleb tell his partner in crime. “You can just put it in while I hold my legs back.”

Okay,” I heard the younger boy say, then I heard a sigh of satisfaction from Caleb.

Just move it back and forth like I showed you earlier,” Caleb instructed his little buddy, then the unchecked moans of two sixth graders filled the room and I snuck away. Less than five minutes later, the door opened across the hall and the boys walked out. Caleb looked lovestruck as he clung to his 11 year old top, who was rubbing his back tenderly while they walked toward the stairs. Caleb's seemingly busy rear end was once again switching from side to side, and for the first time, I noticed his prominent bubble butt as it filled out the seat of his pajama bottoms. Hunter's bottom was suddenly just as noticeable to me, though his wasn't swinging gayly as he walked. Instead of stopping at the top of the stairs, the two lovers made their way down to the living room without stopping. I stayed in the hallway and listened as the discussion from downstairs carried on, then I heard Caleb make a very blatant request.

I'm ready to go back upstairs right now,” he announced, and I knew that it was time for me to get back in my bed. Moments later, the horny 12 year old was accompanied up the stairs by none other than my own little boy, who was holding his hand as they strolled down the hall. Both boys were smiling lovingly at each other, but Caleb had a gleam in his eyes that was unmistakable. I waited to hear the door close, then I carefully crept out of my room and listened at the door.

I don't want my dad to hear,” Andrew said quietly, then I heard the smacking of lips.

We can just kiss instead, if you want to,” Caleb offered, his young voice dripping with desire. “But if we can go all the way, I'll be quiet.”

Let's kiss, first,” I heard Andrew say, then the familiar sounds of wet kissing and soft, boyish moans were all I heard. A minute later, I heard their lips separate with a wet smack, then Andrew said, “Do you want to lick my ass again?”

I wasn't entirely sure if I heard him right, but then Caleb responded with a whimper and told him, “Okay, I'll get on the floor and you can pull your jammies down.”

I listened as the boys climbed out of the bed, then I heard a pair of sighs ring out and moist, deep ass licking could be heard.

It feels good,” I heard Andrew say, probably a little louder than he meant to. “Do it a little longer, then I want to fuck you.”

All I heard in reply was a muffled moan from 12 year old Caleb, then more licking for the next minute. The next thing I heard was the boys climbing back into the bed and instructions from Andrew to his lover.

Stay on your hands and knees so I can stick it in,” he commanded, then I heard skin slapping against skin at a rapid, almost blinding pace for about 45 seconds. When it stopped, I heard Andrew let go of a groan, then a sigh of relief, so I quickly slipped back to my room. A few minutes later, I heard the door open and was about to get out of my bed, but my son appeared at my door by himself.

Dad are you awake?” he asked, and I smiled over to him.

Just barely, son,” I fibbed. “Is everything okay?”

Yeah, I just went into my room for something,” he said, not lying but definitely stretching the truth.

Why don't you come give daddy a hug before you head back downstairs, kiddo?” I said, and a smile broke out on his face. He climbed into my bed and wrapped his little arms around my torso, hugging me tight while I planted a kiss on his lips.

I love you, dad,” he sighed.

I love you too, pal,” I told him. “I take it you and your little buddies are having a good time?”

Yeah, we are,” he said in a small voice. “Dad?”

Yeah buddy?”

Is it okay if we stay up past midnight if we aren't sleepy?”

Sure thing, kiddo,” I said, ruffling his dirty blonde hair. “I want you to make sure you go to the bathroom before you fall asleep, okay?”

I promise, dad,” he said, then he scampered back across the hall. Moments later, the door opened up and he came out with his little buddy. I slipped out of my bed and peaked out into the hall, watching as once again, young Caleb was held close by his lover while his bubble butt swayed from side to side in a manner that gave away his pleasure. As I watched it switch back and forth, my cock started to fill with blood again and a feeling of extreme guilt washed over me. As they walked toward the staircase, I saw my boy turn and look into the face of his cute friend, and with a tender smile, they shared a kiss.

Moments later, Caleb was back in the hallway, this time with Connor, the boy whose toes he had been sucking on earlier in the evening. I noticed that this time, Caleb was already leaning into his young accomplice and his hips were swinging slowly as they strolled to my son's room. When they went inside, Caleb stopped at the door and spoke to his would be lover, giving me a perfect view of his pajama clad rear end. Then, completely oblivious to my spying, he went inside and closed the door behind him.

As soon as I pressed my ear to the door, I heard Caleb make an offer to his 12 year old partner.

We can do it more than once if you want to,” he said in a soft voice.

I never got to hear Connor's answer, though, because almost as soon as Caleb's offer was made, both boys started to moan breathlessly, then I heard them start to kiss. When they broke their kiss, I heard Caleb panting with pleasure, but Connor stayed silent. A minute later, both boys moaned in unison as their first round of sex was over.

I have to go pee,” I heard Connor say. “When I'm done, I'll come back and see you.”

Once again, I slipped back into my room. Seconds later, the door to Andrew's room opened and young Connor walked to the bathroom. When he closed the bathroom door, I got up and snuck across the hall, peaking into my son's room again. This time, I saw little Caleb laying on his back with his legs opened wide and his hairless little prick standing at attention. He was looking straight up at the ceiling with a smile and a glow of sexual contentment . He was using his hands to unconsciously rub his heaving chest through his yellow pajama top, which was still in tact on his young body. Shocked at the site, I quickly crept back into my room and stayed there until I heard Connor flush the toilet and come out of the bathroom. The little brunette made a beeline for Andrew's room and closed the door behind him, then I heard Caleb say, “Kiss me again, Connor.”

Still unable to believe what was happening across the hall, I got up and listened again as the boys rolled around in my son's bed and made out. They were letting go of soft moans and occasional giggles, then I heard Caleb tell his lover, “Put it back up my butt.”

By this time, my hard cock was leaking like a faucet as I listened to the two 12 year olds fuck in Andrew's bed. Caleb was moaning and panting while Connor pleasured him, then I heard him say, “It feels so good.”

Caleb's call of pleasure was immediately followed by the wet smack of a kiss on the lips, then the moaning got loud. Seconds later, the only sounds that I heard through the door were sighs of relief and intermittent kissing, so I crept back to my room and resolved to stay there for the rest of the night. Five minutes later, the boys emerged from the room hand in hand, making eyes at each other as they walked down the hall. Connor's right hand was resting on Caleb's bubble butt, and both boys were letting go of deep sighs that I could hear as they made the 10 yard walk down the hallway. They stopped mid-walk and shared a deep, wet sounding kiss, then they continued their journey to the living room.

I laid still and wondered if little Caleb was going to entice another lover for the evening, but he never returned. Realizing that it was time for me to talk to my son about sex, I settled in for the night and eventually fell asleep.

When I opened my eyes, it was because I needed to drain my bladder, so I walked into my bathroom and took care of my needs. When I finished, I could hear the TV blaring downstairs, so I looked at the alarm clock and realized that it was after 1:00 in the morning. Taking a deep breath, I made my way downstairs and found five sleeping boys sprawled out around the living room. I smiled when I spotted Caleb snuggled up to Connor's side, holding his chest tight with a satisfied smile on his face.

After a search for the remote came up empty, I carefully stepped through the maze of sleeping boys to the TV and shut it off, then I went into the kitchen and started to put away the leftover pizza. I was just about to close the refrigerator door when I heard a sleepy voice call my name.

Mr Jones,” I heard from behind, prompting me to turn around. There stood little Caleb, scratching his messy head with a yawn.

Hey buddy, is everything okay?” I asked with a note of concern, kneeling to put myself at eye level with the 12 year old.

I woke up and now I can't go back to sleep,” he whined, his voice groggy.

Do you need to go to the bathroom, Caleb?” I asked, trying not to think about the events that had transpired earlier in the evening. He nodded his head, so I smiled warmly and told him, “It's right down the hall, buddy.”

Can I have a drink when I'm done?” he asked in a small voice, rubbing the sleep from the corners of his eyes.

Sure thing, kiddo,” I said. “What would you like to have, buddy? I'll get it for you while you're in the bathroom.”

I'll have milk, please,” he said with a shy smile, then he made his way down the front hallway toward the bathroom. While Caleb was tending to nature's call, I dutifully took down two small plastic cups and filled them with milk, then I set them on the table for the boy and took a seat. When Caleb returned, he gave me a sweet smile and walked to the table to drink his milk. Much to my surprise, he leaned into me and rested his head on my shoulder, and I felt a little uncomfortable. Still, my paternal instinct was strong, so I wrapped my arms around the youngster and rubbed his warm back.

Are you okay, buddy?” I asked softly, and he just shrugged. “What's on your mind?”

I'm just sleepy,” he said quietly, so I slid his cup of milk over and handed it to him. He smiled appreciatively and took it from me, then he took a sip from it and sighed.

Is that better?” I asked, and he nodded up at me, then he surprised me again by sitting on my leg.

I was having a weird dream when I woke up,” he told me.

Is that why you can't go back to sleep, buddy?” I asked, running my fingers through his brown hair. He nodded again, so I went on to explain, “You might have been dreaming that way because of the TV, Caleb.”

He responded by smiling up at me warmly, then he took another small sip of his milk.

Does Andy ever have bad dreams, Mr. Jones?”

Sometimes, buddy,” I told him. “When he does, Mrs. Jones and I sit and talk with him about them.”

I wish my dad still lived at home and would sit with me,” he said sadly, and my heart sank. “Does Andy sit on your lap when he's scared?”

Sometimes, but not as much as he used to,” I told him, giving him a warm squeeze.

If you were my dad, I'd want to sit on your lap every day.”

My heart melted.

Well, if you were my little boy, I'd love for you to sit in my lap everyday, Caleb,” I told him with a warm smile, then I instinctively planted a kiss on his head.

Mr. Jones?” he said in a small voice, looking up at me with his beautiful green eyes.

Yeah buddy?”

How come you didn't bust me earlier when I was taking boys into Andy's room?”

I cleared my throat uncomfortably for a moment and thought about my answer. He looked up at me with an almost apprehensive gaze, as if he wished he could take the question back. Trying to put my own son in his shoes, I immediately moved to ease his worries.

Well, buddy,” I started. “I think that you knew what you were doing, and you know how you feel about it. Right?”

He nodded silently.

How would you have felt if I would have busted you?”

In a barely audible tone, he answered “Embarrassed.”

I wouldn't want you to feel that way, buddy,” I said, watching as his unsure look gave way to a small smile. “I also wouldn't want Andy or the other boys to feel that way, either. Can I ask you something?”

He nodded again, this time with an adorable grin.

Did you enjoy yourself?”

Yeah,” he said, then he looked away shyly. In reply, I rubbed his back, then I ran my fingers through his messy hair.

Do your parents know that you like boys?”

He shook his head no, then he gave me a worried look.

Are you going to tell my mom that I'm gay?”

No kiddo, I won't,” I assured him, and a look of relief washed over him.

Mr. Jones?”

Yes, Caleb.”

Andy's really lucky that you're his dad.”

Well I think he's pretty lucky to have a sweet boy like you as a friend,” I told him, and he rested his head on my shoulder.

Do you think it's bad that I'm a slut?”

Why would you call yourself that, buddy?”

Because I take it up the butt from a lot of different boys.”

I see,” I said, nodding my head in understanding. “Do you enjoy doing that?”

Yeah, I think about it all the time,” he admitted, nuzzling his head into my shoulder.

It must be something that you really love doing if you think about it all the time,” I said, then he raised his head from my shoulder and gave me a naughty smile while he looked straight into my eyes.

I'm thinking about it right now, Mr. Jones.”

Well, I think all of your little partners are down for the count, buddy,” I said, trying to diffuse the situation before it got out of control.

I'm not thinking about taking it up the butt from them,” he told me, then he bit his lower lip and moaned softly. Then, with a barely audible whisper, he told me, “I knew you were listening to me do it in Andy's room. And I saw you peak into the room after I did it with Connor.”

With that, his smile got huge and he reached down into my lap, resting his hand on my growing bulge. I let my gaze travel down to his groping hand, then back up to his adorable, smiling face and realized that the battle was lost. He leaned in and planted his lips to mine, then he slipped his tongue into my mouth before I could react. When we broke our kiss, we got up and made our way up the stairs. As we walked, little Caleb's pajama clad rear end was switching shamelessly from side to side. I let him lead the way to Andrew's room, where he pulled his pajama's and underwear down to his ankles and stepped out of them, then he crawled into the bed and opened his legs wide.

I was once again struck by the sight of this cute 12 year old laying flat on his back, his boy boner sticking straight up as he smiled hopefully and waited for me to disrobe. My cock was standing at full mast as I dropped my sweatpants and boxers, bringing out a moan of desire from the youngster.

I want to suck it first,” he whispered, his eyes filled with yearning as he reached out and took my cock in his hand. He gave it a few gentle strokes, letting his fingers trace along its length, then he licked his lips and wrapped them around the head. He closed his eyes and moaned softly, then he proceeded to suck along its length with an indulgent smile on his face. I could feel his tongue running along the underside of my shaft, dragging across each vein as he bobbed his head with a purpose. I felt his left hand go straight to my aching balls, where a flurry of orgasmic heat was starting to swirl. He gave them a gentle massage, then he held them with care while he continued to blow me with horny moans.

Caleb, I'm going to cum soon, buddy,” I told him, prompting the horny boy to pull off of my cock with a slurp. He used his tongue to lap away a thick string of precum, then he smiled up at me and scooted down so that his head was resting comfortably on the pillow. He pulled his legs up to his chest, then he hooked them with both of his arms so that his puckered entrance was on full display. Unable to deny the horny boy his wish, I crawled into my son's bed and aimed the head of my cock at Caleb's slightly sunken boy pussy. As soon as I placed the tip against his anus, I felt an incredible heat pour over my glans and shuddered. The diameter of my cock looked to be bigger than the diameter of his entrance, and we both had our eyes glued to my cock as it made contact.

I don't want this to hurt you, kiddo,” I said, prompting him to smile lovingly up at me.

It won't hurt, Mr. Jones,” he assured me. “It's going to feel really good.”

With that, I pressed my cock against his moist entrance and felt it open up while Caleb gazed up at me with a wondrous smile. I felt the head melt into his hole, then it slipped past his anal ring and the most incredible heat enveloped it. Unable to stop myself at this point, I pushed in with as much restraint as I could muster, but I was too far gone to control my entry. When I was buried all the way inside of him, I looked down at the boy, who was grinning from ear to ear as he took in the site and the sensation of my full length in his hot, tight bottom.

Are you okay, Caleb?” I asked with a shaky voice, and he nodded up at me with stars in his eyes.

It's nice,” was all he offered me, his boyish inflection strong as he sighed with pleasure. I stayed still inside of him for another 20 seconds, loving how his tight, reactive bottom wrapped itself around my shaft so snugly while its oven-like heat radiated off of its length and poured out of his hole to my balls, giving me a sensation like I'd never felt before.

Once again unable to resist the temptation, I started to thrust. Slowly at first, studying the 12 year old's face for any sign of discomfort. After the first five thrusts, I increased the tempo, watching as he smiled up at me silently. I increased the tempo once more, then I settled into a rhythmic fucking that made me shudder. Almost as soon as I found the right tempo, I felt my orgasm start to erupt and I knew that I was about to breed the boy. Caleb was grinning up at me with a decadent smile, his gorgeous green eyes transfixed with pleasure as he took my length and girth with ease.

I'm about to cum, buddy,” I whispered, and he responded with a deep sigh of satisfaction. Unable to stop the explosion, I thrusted into my little partner with four deep strokes, then I pushed all the way inside of him and my cock spewed its load. As soon as I started to cum, Caleb puckered his lips and beckoned me to lean down and kiss him. Unable to resist, I gave in, planting my lips to his, then I slipped my tongue into his mouth and he moaned into my mouth.

When I pulled out, he quickly moved to suck my cock clean. When there was no more cum to lick away, he came back up and we shared a deep kiss. When we broke our kiss, he snuggled up to my chest and purred with horny lust.

Was that good, buddy?” I asked, and he nodded, his hard little rod pressed tight to his groin.

I think I'm going to be able to fall asleep when I go downstairs,” he said with a glowing smile.

I think I'm going to be able to fall asleep too, kiddo,” I told him, giving his plump bottom a gentle squeeze. “How about another kiss before we hit the hay?”

Okay,” he quickly agreed, then we fell into a deep French kiss that lasted longer than I expected it to. When my little make out partner started to yawn, we got dressed and I walked him down the hall. I watched him move down the stairs, his pajama clad bubble butt switching from side to side again, then he turned the corner and I went back to bed. Five minutes later, I heard the sounds of footsteps climbing the stairs again, and from my bed, I saw little Caleb lure my son back to his room, smiling naughtily over his shoulder as he went inside and closed the door.

Coming Soon...

A Package for Simon


Other Work by Josh Terrence:

Keith's Guilty Pleasure (Gay/Adult-Youth)

Jimmy's Chaperone (Gay/Incest)

Stuart's Insatiable Itch (Gay/Incest)

Corey in the Morning (Gay/Adult-Youth)

Adam Needs a Ride (Gay/Adult/Youth)

Sean's Day Out (Gay/Adult-Youth)

A Curious Tug of War (Gay/Adult-Youth)

A Stir in Ian's Bottom (Gay/Adult-Youth)

Jason in the Men's Room (Gay/Adult-Youth)

An After School Quickie (Gay/Adult-Youth)

The Boy at My Door (Gay/Adult-Youth)

The Coupling (Gay/Adult–Youth)

Taylor Made (Gay/Incest)

Phillip's Spending Habits (Gay/Urination)

James' Secret (Gay/Urination)

Kyle's Afterschool Snack (Gay/Urination)