Date: Fri, 31 Aug 2018 14:33:38 +0000
From: Master <office435@zoho.com>
Subject: Full Male Service - Part 4

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The following story is one of a series of writings of fantasy. It is
fantasy because do the characters involved, who seem to live in TV advert
happy family land, exist? The world would be a better place if it did!
Surely sexual consensual relationships between adults and children, and
between children, do happen in the real world. However, if discovered, the
price for the individuals, whatever their age, makes their lives not worth
living in today's world. So in theory, don't try to emulate the stories and
the rest goes without saying.

This story is all fiction. All names, locations, and places are made
up. The content of the story is created by the fervent activity of my mind.

FMS03, FMS04, FMS05 run parallel rather than in sequence as far as timing
is concerned.

Virginity as a Gift (FMS04)

"Dad, can I spend some quality time with you alone?" Miles asked John, his
father. For once he was getting a lift home from school as his father was
passing by after seeing a client.

"Of course you can, any particular reason?"

Miles picked his moment carefully. Soon he would be thirteen and he was
well aware that puberty was going to change him in a big way over the next
couple of years. He also knew that his dad was in a particularly good mood
this week as his commission levels as an Independent Financial Advisor had
been better than expected.

"Something I want to talk to you about that would be very serious for both
of us," Miles responded without giving anything away.

Going with the flow, John said he would be free the next day in the early
evening. If the weather good weather held, perhaps they could go to their
favourite secluded spot in the woods about thirty minutes away from where
they lived.

"That would be great dad. I'm really looking forward to spending time with
you."

The next evening, which happened to be a late Thursday in early July,
eventually came around. Miles's concentration at school that day hadn't
been at its usual best as he churned over in his mind what he wanted to
talk about with his dad. His teachers noticed one of their star pupils just
wasn't on form.

Thankfully the fickle British weather held and it was warm enough to
justify the run out to the favourite family spot. On arriving at the woods,
John took out a bag from the boot of the Range Rover which contained a
blanket, cold drinks, and a packet of biscuits. It was a further
twenty-minute walk to the small clearing in the woods. After laying out the
blanket, father and son sat down and started on the refreshments they had
brought with them.

"We've got about an hour then we'll have to get back before it gets dark,"
John warned his son, "So what do you want to talk about?"

Dad, can I lay beside you?" Miles asked before starting on his thoughts.

"Come over, my beautiful son," instructed John.

Miles moved from the side of the blanket where he had been sitting, and
laid down full length by his father who changed position from sitting to
laying by his son. Father and son intertwined fingers as they both lay
staring up at the forest canopy.

"Dad, I think this is going to be hard for you, but I want you to help me,"
Miles started.

"Okay, well, I'm listening and I will hear you out."

"First thing I want to say to you, dad, is how much I love you; maybe you
don't know just how deeply I love you," Miles almost choked up as he said
the words. The thoughts he had been thinking just about all day were about
to be released from the captivity of his mind where they had been sitting
restlessly.

"I know we have something that we both like very much. Some months ago you
took me to Full Male Service and though I was a bit scared I now remember
our time there as it was very special. I know you took a big risk taking me
there but I appreciate it all the more now."

John turned over on his left side to face his son and reached over with his
right arm and draped it over Miles's chest.

"You, and Jake, and Mum are all very special to me, and I'm very proud of
you. I try to spend as much time with all together but also separately. You
know that don't you?"

"I do, and I know I'm very fortunate because there's many boys out there
who don't have a dad like you and I think that must be horrible.

The thing is, I know you like boys and you've got me and Jake, but you like
other boys too. I think you like seeing boys naked because when we went
swimming the other week at that other pool, I saw you looking at the other
boys as they got changed.

Well, I was too. I like boys more than girls!"

Miles's was opening up as his thoughts began to tumble out of his mind.

"Miles, thank you for your honesty and I'm glad you have shared your
thoughts with me, so we can be there for each other. Obviously, you've seen
the media and it portrays a world that hates boy lovers, even more so than
it does people who love girls. There will be a time when the love of
children will become more acceptable again, even like it was in Greek and
Roman times."

"I learnt a little about that at school in history the on Monday. Some of
the class were really silly in their attitudes," Miles responded.

"Well, you know how careful we both have to be. Be careful not to stare at
another boy - quick looks only! You probably know more than me about
downloading stuff online, but be very secure. How much do you seen online?"

"Dad, you know most kids know how to get round the child safety locks and
I'm no different. Yes, we have got it at home but it is dead easy to
bypass. I know how to get on the Dark Web, and so do some of my friends. I
don't do anything totally dodgy on the Clear Net," Miles explained, "Anyway
there are some great films with boys, if you know where to look."

"So what sort of stuff do you watch?"

"I like watching boys having fun together, sometimes boy on boy, sometimes
man on boy. I like seeing boys getting undressed and seeing them play
around."

"Perhaps you could show me some one day. You're getting an erection just
talking about it!" John said as he moved the palm of his hand over his
son's khaki short's zip as he noticed the movement within them. Next he
pulled down the zip and unbuttoned the shorts so he had access to the boy's
underwear. Around the pink waistband of his underpants was the word "Next"
whilst the rest of the material was a stretchy black material. Pulling the
front of the waistband down, John hooked it under his son's scrotum. The
boy's penis now had free reign to stretch and twitch as much as it wanted.

"Thanks dad, I've needed that all day," Miles smiled.

"You're welcome, son," his dad replied, "your boy parts are beautiful."

"I know dad, but now I'm thirteen and my body is going to hit puberty big
style. I'm scared that after the changes happen, I won't be as attractive
to you as I was before."

"Miles, please remember that it is your spirit which is the most important
thing about you. You have a very loving spirit. When it's no longer cool to
be loving to your parents, or your brother, amongst your friends, the
biggest and bravest thing you can do as you grow through your older teenage
years, is to keep that love and not lose it. Dare to be different from your
friends."

"Thanks dad," his son responded, "I will remember that."

"There's something I want to give to you, because I love you so much,"
Miles continued as he looked into his father's eyes. "I hope you will
accept it, because it will mark a very important time in my life."

The bond between father and son was palpable as they looked between each
other's eyes and spirit met spirit.

"What is it you want to give me, Miles?" John asked after a moment or so.

"I want to give you my virginity."

John, stunned by his exceptionally mature son's words, gasped as he heard
the words.

"You want to give me your virginity?"

"Yes, dad. That is what I said. I want you to have my virginity."

"Miles, do really know what you're asking me to do? Your virginity is very
important and not to be given up lightly because once it is gone, it is
gone. It would also be a criminal offence for me to have sex with you."

"But dad, I'm consenting, I want it, and I want to do it so badly and I
want to do it with you before I mess up with somebody else."

"Son, it would be an enormous privilege, and if you really want to give
your virginity away to me then that is one awesome gift."

"Thanks dad," Miles responded with a grin on his face.

"Not here, not now, but next Saturday when your Mum and Jake are away at
your nan's for the weekend. One other thing. You're not allowed to
masturbate until then."

"I can't go a whole week, I'm a pubescent boy, I need to!" Miles protested,
and as if in agreement his erection gave a big twitch.

Ignoring his son's protest, John told him to zip up as it was time to make
a move before the light faded.

For Miles, the week seemed to pass more slowly than usual, perhaps made all
the worse because he wanted to be obedient to his dad and not
masturbate. Which he did achieve, though it did result in him having more
stiffies to hide in school than was usual. During the week his mind was
full of thinking of what it was going to be like. From what he'd read and
seen during researching, he understood that there would be some pain
involved, but also the possibility of exquisite pleasure.

Saturday finally arrived and he arranged to meet Chris in town in the
afternoon to help him buy some new clothes for his special occasion. Chris
was the "mechanic" he met in Full Male Service some months ago, and kept in
touch with. Miles wanted an Under Armour long sleeved stretch white top,
black tight fitting jeans, and some tight fitting briefs that would be
comfortable under the jeans. It would use up his pocket money allowance for
a few weeks but that was okay. Eventually, he was fortunate in finding the
three items he wanted, and Chris was rather glad when the shopping was
done.

"Don't forget to stop by some time and you can bring your brother with you
if he would like to come," Tim said as he and Miles went their separate
ways.

Jake and Marilyn left after around 4pm to travel to her mother's a couple
of hours away. Miles and John would miss them not being around, but there
was only one guest room at Grandma's house.

Miles returned from town just in time to see them off. He gave both his mum
and his brother a hug and a kiss, as well as managing to sneak a little
grope of his brother's crotch as he hugged him. Jake wasn't expecting it
and tried his best to hide his reaction, but was delighted by his brother's
touch.

Dinner was already prepared and ready to heat up so it didn't take long for
the cottage pie and peas to be served. Between them, John and Miles
polished off all the meal, and followed it up with New York Cheesecake
covered in cherry sauce.

After clearing up, father and son crashed out in the lounge to properly
digest the meal. The opportunity to take a nap was all part of the plan so
that they would be ready for the night's activities.

After twenty minutes or so, Miles left his dad to sleep on whilst he went
to his room to prepare himself. In his room he undressed taking off the red
collarless t-shirt, grey sweat bottoms, and sky blue boxer briefs and black
socks. He'd worn sweat bottoms so that it would be easy to take them off
whilst trying on jeans. It was hard for him to resist playing with himself
as soon as he was naked but he knew he wouldn't have much longer to wait,
so didn't want to ruin what was to come. He dumped his socks and briefs in
his laundry hamper, but tidily put away his T-shirt and bottoms for another
day. The family weren't into washing their top clothes after a single use.

Now naked, he went across the corridor to the bathroom and locked the door
behind him. This was going to be a long session so it was just as well his
dad had his own en-suite to use. First off was to empty his bowels so he
sat on the toilet, reminding himself as he always did to sit up straight so
as not to cramp his waste passage. Pulling back his foreskin, he released
his bladder first to pee, then delivered two stools that were soft and not
long, so didn't require too much effort to dump. He tried for a third just
to make sure he was empty but that was the end of the line so to
speak. Wiping his anus, he flushed the what had only just been part of him
down the pan.

Next stop was the shower which was an open shower as the floor was tanked
to make it a wet room. So there was no need for a confining cubicle and
tray; as many people as wanted to could shower at the same time. Turning on
the water jets warm water sprayed out at him from the wall and from a
ceiling mounted shower head. Soaping himself from head to foot in nice
manly smelling shower gel, he made sure that he didn't miss his back
passage. Miles squirted shower gel directly into his anus then used his
middle finger to run around the inside of the hole so it would be
absolutely clean. To rinse it out he bent over, pulled his buttocks apart
and allowed the lowest jet to wash the shampoo out. His penis was next for
his ablutions and consisted of making sure his glans was clean before
allowing the foreskin to roll back into place. Placing one foot on the
shower wall, he cleaned out any dead skin that may be lurking between his
toes, then did the same with the other foot. The whole process of showering
including a rinsing off on massage setting took a good 15 minutes or so. By
the time he was finished, he was totally satisfied he was clean and pure as
he could be. Collecting a bath towel from the heated towel rail, he dried
himself off, revelling in the warm towel. Giving his hair a really good
scrummage then worked down his body, paying particular attention to between
his toes on his size 6 feet.

A comb sorted out his dark brown hair eventually, then gave his finger
nails a manicure and his feet a pedicure so that his nails would be nice
and smooth.  Whilst he had the nail scissors in his hand he trimmed away
the wisps of pubic hair that had appeared at the base of his boy
member. Spraying his body with an all over deodorant branded "For boys
only" that was especially developed for the needs of adolescent boys. made
sure that along with the shower gel he really did smell like a virgin
boy. His body prepared, he could now clothe himself. First was a brand new
pair of underpants, followed by a pair of white Nike cushioned sports
socks. Then, closing the toilet lid and placing the towel on top of it, he
sat down to pull on his slim line black jeans. It took a while to get them
up his legs they were so tight, but once on and fastened up, Miles was
delighted in how he looked in them. Though it wasn't really needed, a black
cloth belt added a finishing touch. Lastly, he slipped on the new
UnderArmour slim fit white stretch long sleeved top over his torso. It came
down just over his jeans belt and highlighted his nipples. One last check
in the mirror, he decided to take a full length selfie; he looked just how
he wanted to and he was well pleased.

Now he was finally ready to present himself to his father.

He padded down the stairs to the lounge where his father was just waking up
after his nap. He thought he was dreaming about being in boy heaven where
all boys were nice to each other all the time, and dressed in T-Shirts and
tight fighting short shorts all year round. Struggling to wake from his
dream, he opened his eyes and saw a boy who could well be from the boy
heaven he had just dreamt about, only this one was clad in a white top and
black jeans with white socks on his feet.

"Dad, how do I look?", the boy of his dreams asked.

Then it came to John, this was his boy, very real, and standing in front of
him!

"Wow, you are stunning and very gorgeous!" he exclaimed, "you've just made
me a very happy and blessed father. Stay there, I got have a video of my
outstandingly beautiful boy."

Miles beamed from ear to ear as his dad videoed him by having him stand
still whilst he walked round him. John made sure he had head to foot shots,
zoomed in on Miles's face, and panned slowly all the way down his body,
back and front and sides.

"Thank you Miles for putting so much effort into looking so
beautiful. Being a boy, and a boy lover you just know what turns on a boy
lover. Now, do you still really want to give me your virginity?"

"If I don't give it to you then I will end up under pressure giving it to
somebody else who doesn't deserve it," Miles explained, "I want to be nine
again and a little boy. That's my fantasy."

"Then I receive your gift, but it is a gift that will be forever between us
only," John wanted his son to know.

"Well, my nearly thirteen-year old Miles, come and sit on my lap and have a
cuddle," John instructed.

"Yes, daddy," Miles responded and did as he was asked, sitting side ways
on, "I want to be cuddled."

John obliged and drew his son into his chest and wrapped his arms around
him. Unseen by him, tears were running down Miles's face as he regressed in
his mind to being a nine-year old. In his fantasy a memory of a true event
surfaced, he had just been told off by a visiting distant relative for
something he felt he had been wrongly accused of and it hurt him badly
emotionally. Now he needed his daddies comfort to mend his wounded spirit.

Miles hadn't expected to react in this way, but releasing his emotions
certainly felt very good as his tears flowed and he sniffled.

"Miles, are you okay?" his father asked, passing him a tissue.

"I didn't expect that to happen," he responded, "it was a bad memory that
surfaced, but I feel better now I've left myself cry it out."

"That's good, son, I'm sorry you had a bad memory but pleased you've dealt
with it." John was somewhat surprised that his son had any bad memories,
but knew that no boy had a perfect family life.

Wiping the tears from his face, Miles whispered into his daddy's ear, "I
love you very much. Daddy, can you please take my socks off."

"Of course Miles," John responded, "but you'll need to lie down so I can
reach your feet."

Miles moved his bottom off his dad's lap and moved his head to the end of
the sofa and put his feet on his lap. John took his son's right foot and
realising that due to the tightness of his son's jeans, he couldn't reach
up his calf to roll the sock down. Instead he had to grip the heel of the
white cushioned sock and pull it away from his skin, and only then could he
tug on the thick material to pull it downward. Bit by bit he inched the
sock down until the top of it came into view. Then it was easier to roll
the sock off the foot. John then had to repeat the operation on the left
foot. Once both socks were off, he held them to his nose and he smelt the
cleanness of them indicating that Miles had put them clean on for this
special time with his daddy. He rolled the top of one sock over the top of
the other so that they would be ready for their next wearing.

With his son's feet now revealed, he took the right foot and put the big
toe in his mouth and using his tongue began to wash it. Across the top of
the toe, then down the side, round the front over the nail, round the next
side and finally the pad. He pushed his tongue down the gap between the big
toe and the next toe, all the while Miles squirmed with the sensation of
his toes been tongued. John then did the same for the other four toes on
his right foot, then repeated the tonguing on the left foot.

"Dad, that was so sexual," Miles exclaimed, "I didn't know I would get such
a great feeling from you sucking my toes."

"Mmm, I've used all the saliva in my mouth I need a drink," John gasped,
"Do you want one too?"

"Yes please."

John put his son's feet down on the floor and got up to get them both a
cold drink.

"Please be careful and don't drip down your new top," John instructed Miles
giving him his canned drink, "you look so absolutely amazing dressed as you
are."

"Daddy, it makes me very happy when you say I'm cute."

"You are cute!" John responded with a large smile.

They finished their drinks and Miles sat down on his daddy's lap again only
this time facing him.

"You can take my top off if you like," Miles whispered into his daddy's
ear.

"You really want me to?" John questioned as he rubbed his hand up and down
his son's sides.

"Your nipples really stand out your top is so tight," as he placed his
forefingers on them then tickled them through the stretchy material,
causing them to protrude even more

"Please daddy, take my top off," Miles requested again.

John did as his son asked of him and lifted the top by its hem, raising it
past the belly button and nipples on the way.

"Arms up," John instructed.

The top slid up its occupier's arms and over Miles's head. John carefully
folded it and put it on the floor. Curious to see with the top removed, any
signs of what Miles may be wearing under his jeans there were none as they
remained below his jeans waist line. Miles was careful when he dressed
previously to make sure his underwear stayed out of sight.

Now, John played with his son's nipples directly and they became even more
erect. He then looked down at Miles's jeans then looked up into his eyes,
before looking down again.

"Daddy, you can take my jeans off because I know you want to see my
underpants don't you?"

"You're right son, I do."

John unbuckled the cloth belt and pulled it through the hoops of the jeans
then dropped it on the floor. Next came the waistband button to be undone
followed by the fly zip. He did both actions deliberately slowly just to
tease his son a little. Now with full access, he pulled the jeans open to
reveal Miles's underwear. The inch and a half wide elasticated waistband
was red, and the rest of the pants a white panel at the front and red
panels to the sides making up the very stretchy material with a high
microfiber content, below the waistband. There was no opening in the front
panel.

"Very nice and a good choice," he complimented his son, "but you're going
to have to stand up for me to pull your jeans down.

"Yes dad," Miles obliged getting off his dad' lap and standing up.

John then grasped the tight fitting black jeans and with difficulty pushed
them down his son's legs.

"Wow, they are tight," he commented.

With his jeans now down to his ankles, Miles held on to his dad's shoulders
whilst he removed one bare foot at a time from the puddled jeans. Whilst he
was doing that, he knew that he was giving his father an opportunity to
look at this underwear at close range. The boxer briefs were in a slim line
shape, low on the hips and finishing a couple of inches or so below his
genitals. They left nothing to the imagination as the mound in the front
panel was very clearly defined, with the outline of Miles's thirteen-year
old penis and balls all too obvious.

"Daddy, do you like them?" Miles asked his dad.

"I do," he affirmed as he placed his hand on the front of the briefs and
fondled their contents. Miles giggled as he felt his father's hand on his
boy parts.

"They are some much sexier than boxer shorts, aren't they?"

"Yeah, they hold me tight so I feel secure," Miles explained.

Miles then stood up and took hold of his father's hand to lead him
upstairs. Following Miles up the stairs, John had a good rear view of his
son's bottom which revealed that that the rear of his briefs were white.

Miles's led his father into his bedroom and sat down on his bed.

"Daddy, are you going to take your clothes off?" he asked, "because you
can't do it if you don't."

"Yes son, you would like that." John affirmed and began to remove his blue
T shirt and black sweat pants. Like his son, John liked tight underwear and
he wore grey briefs that hugged his middle regions. He was not ashamed to
remove them whilst his son watched. His uncircumcised penis stood erect a
good six inches with all the excitement he was experiencing. That morning
he had taken time to trim his pubic hair, and shaved his scrotum so that it
was hairless.

Miles wondered if he would grow up with a relatively hairless body like his
father who had no chest hair. He really hoped so.

"You really still want to give me your virginity, Miles?" he asked his son
again.

"I do," Miles responded, turned around, and knelt on his knees on the edge
of his bed. He then lowered his head and lifted up his bottom in the
air. The white material of the backside of his underpants stretched tight
down his rear end.

John was exhilarated at the very sexy sight of his son's bottom stuck in
the air. He ran his right index finger down the centre of Miles's bottom
from the beginning of his crack all the way to his scrotum, pausing at his
anus where he pushed the material up against the hole. That drew an
"ahhhhhh" from Miles. Then he reversed the action and repeated it three
times. After which he grasped the red waistband of the briefs and slowly
pulled them down his son's bottom and legs. Miles lifted one leg at a time
so that his father could remove the pants over his feet.

"Daddy, you can keep them as a memento of today," Miles said.

"Thank you, I will but I will have to find somewhere to hide them. Then
when you've gone to university and I need to think of you, they will be a
great reminder." Miles watched his father hold the inside of the white
crotch area of the briefs to his nose so that he could take in the pleasant
odour of his son's body.

"Now, I need to put some gel on you so that it will make it easier for both
of us when I penetrate you," John explained.

Squeezing a bottle of gel, he applied the liquid to the small hole above
his son's scrotum and rubbed it around the puckered edge. Then gently as he
could he pushed his index finger on the opening until his finger was buried
to the first joint.

"Wow, daddy that feels awesome, please do it more,"

John pushed his finger harder, up against the resistance of the boy's anal
muscles, and managed to get his finger in to the second joint. Continuing
to pushing his finger in, then pulling it out several times got Miles used
to having an object up his hole for the first time.

"That's one finger, now two"

This time Miles winced as he felt pain as his virgin muscles were stretched
in this way for the first time in their existence.

"Now, this time you will give me your virginity."

John lined up his erect member with his son's anus and gently pushed his
penis head in the hole. Miles felt the pressure and moaned as the sensation
he had been waiting on for many days was fulfilled.

"Do it, do it, daddy," Miles cried as he felt his father's penis head enter
him.

John pulled back a bit then pushed forward again, only this time the whole
of his glans entered before withdrawing again. Miles couldn't but help grip
on it with his sphincter.

"Miles, you need to allow your anal sphincter muscle to relax."

Then he pushed inward again; this time his shaft followed his glans into
the boy. John thought to himself that thankfully his member wasn't overly
thick, so making its passage easier.

With a steady motion of pushing forward a little then withdrawing he
eventually had all of his penis inside his son. Both males shed tears as
John held himself inside his son. The pressure on his penis caused it to
spasm as Miles's insides quivered up against the rock solid member. Miles
had given his father his virginity -- an understatement to say that it was
a very emotional moment as a new and very special different bond was
formed. John reached round Miles's front and grasped his son's erection
between his thumb and forefinger and began to stroke it as he moved his own
penis backward and forward in Miles's insides. With his other hand he
grasped the base of Miles's hardened member and squeezed it, whilst at the
same time cupping his testicles in his palm.

"Ooooh, aaaah," cried his son as he felt for the first time in his life,
and not the last, the delight of anal intercourse combined with his
father's hand on his stiff penis.

John felt the twinges inside his member as his orgasm began to rise with
the stimulation of his penis on his son's insides.

"Daddy, let's cum together if we can," Miles encouraged his dad. "I'm going
to use my briefs to catch my cum so it doesn't stain my bed." With one arm
bent under him to support his weight, he used his free hand to hold his
pants against his pee slit.

Miles felt his own orgasm rise up but because his father was squeezing his
member, he knew it was because his father was holding his ejaculation back
until he was ready.

"You ready?"

"Please daddy, I'm ready if you are."

"Go!"

John released his hold on his son and both of them by dint of some miracle
orgasmed and ejaculated at the same time. John's balls banged up against
his son's backside, whilst Miles's pulled up against the base of his member
in their desire to fulfil their job of releasing the boy's immature seed.

For several seconds both of them screamed out "Aaaaaaggggghhh" as the
ecstasy of their release hit them. The two penis's shot their load. Miles
felt at one and the same time his semi milky cum shoot out of his piss slit
and into his underwear, and his father's warm cum being fired out of his
cock deep inside him. As they came down from the ecstasy, Miles collapsed
on his bed as his father pulled out of him and his hole closed up. John
collapsed on the bed beside his son then cuddled up to him.

"Thank you Miles," he whispered into his son's ear. Both of them were
exhausted physically and emotionally and sleep overcame them as they
cuddled.

When they woke twenty or so minutes later, they sat up on Miles's bed and
smiled at each other.

"I feel a bit sore," Miles spoke first.

"Mmm, let me have a look at your anus; I think some antiseptic cream will
help, but first we both need to shower."

As Miles got up, he felt his father's deposit within him start to leak out.

"I'm leaking dad!"

"You keep your butt cheeks together and I will carry you to the shower,"
John said as he picked his son up. "I won't be able to pick you up and
carry you before too long, you're getting too big!"

As John stood Miles up in the shower, Miles opened his bottom and let his
father's juices flow out freely. Both of them rejuvenated themselves in the
luxury of a long shower, helping each other to clean up including washing
each other's genitals. After drying themselves off, they returned to
Miles's bedroom where Miles laid front side down on his bed. John unscrewed
the cap off a tube of anti-sceptic cream and squeezed some cream onto his
forefinger.

"Miles, I'm going to spread your cheeks so that I can check your anus," he
forewarned his son.

"Thanks dad, it's still a bit sore but that's okay it was well worth it."

Separating his boy's cheeks, he gained access to his puckered hole, which
indeed was a little bit red round, and just inside, the opening. Rubbing
his forefinger against the reddened skin, he applied the cream. The
sensation of having a finger move around his hole set Miles's penis off
again as it stiffened and he pushed it against the sheets under him.

Once the cream was applied, Miles lifted himself up and sat cross legged in
front of his father. Reaching over to his soiled red and white underpants,
he checked them for the cum he had left in them earlier.

"There dad, there's my cum on the left side on the red bit", and indeed
there was."

"That's great Miles, I will treasure them for years to come in celebration
of this very special day," as he took the pants from his son's proffered
hand. He carefully folded them so that the cum would be preserved on the
inside. John would find a place to hide them then occasionally when Miles
had left home to make his own way in life, he would take them out and think
of his son dressed in them.

"Let's have some supper then we can cuddle up on the sofa for a little
while and watch a sexy film. It won't be long before I'm ready to crash
out," John suggested.

The two males, one junior, one senior did just that and when they did
sleep, they slept together that night, very peaceably and contentedly. The
special bond between that would never be broken.