Date: Fri, 26 Feb 2010 10:05:48 -0500
From: Dan Smith <dans734@gmail.com>
Subject: Ian came into my life chapter 3

Warning: This is a fictional story containing adult material. It is
something in my mind that describes consensual sex between a man and a boy.
If it is illegal where you live to view any sort of adult or illegal
material please stop reading. If you are underage you should not be reading
stories like this so I will not assume any responsibility. If you are
reading this because your legal and you like this story please email me so
I can get ideas for future chapters. I do not condone any underage contact
between adult and child. I simply have a creative mind and put it to words.
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When the act was over and the sounds stopped I went into the locker room. I
found Ian bent over on the changing room table and my friend Kyle slipping
back into his underwear and getting dressed. There were tears in Ian's eyes
yet I could see he was as hard as a rock. I went to him and put my hand on
his soft shoulder. "Son" I said, "I really wanted to be the first one to
show you this kind of love but Kyle wanted you. Don't be mad at me or
him. You are a young bright beautiful boy with the whole world in front of
you. Know I'd do anything for you at any time." He stared at me with fire
in his eyes. I wasn't sure if he was going to get up and slug me or spit in
my face. His ass still sore from the innocence lost back there he got up,
picked up his clothes and went to the back locker area without a word
spoken. Of course by now I was second guessing letting my friend have
Kyle's once in a lifetime virginity taking ass pounding but that was
quickly eased, or so I thought, when Ian called out for me. Kyle said his
goodbyes and thanked me for letting him have a go at young Ian. As he left
I quietly made my way to the back of the locker room area to find Ian
standing before me, fully clothed and freshly showed.  He opened his mouth
and simply said "I quit". He laid down his team uniform and pushed past
me. I heard the door slam from his mom's car and they drove away. My mind
reeling at the prospect of me getting in trouble I went to my office and
downed the better part of a bottle of Jack Daniels. I don't remember the
rest of much of that night. I had called my wife to let her know I was
going to be staying at the pool and then blacked out. I awoke the next
morning and put everything that had happened together and quickly went into
defense mode. I could handle Ian quitting I just could not handle the loss
of him in my life. I loved him as he was my own son and couldn't let him
slip away.

I went to Ian's house only to find his mom pulling back into the drive from
dropping off the kids to school. I had totally forgotten that it was a
Monday. She rolled down the window and asked why I was here. I told her
that he had quit the team in a huff and I was here to get him back. She
invited me in for coffee and we chatted for the better part of an hour
about him. She enlightened me to some things about him I did not know. He
had been abused as a young boy by a family member (who she did not say) and
that he had spent the better part of a year in counseling over it. She
talked of his anger issues (that I had not seen except him quitting) and
spoke of his inability to keep friends. All I had ever known was this
perfect devilish and funny kid who I had shared my love with. In thinking
on what happened I realized maybe I awoke something inside him he had been
realizing. Ian was gay but could not handle it. She dropped a bombshell on
me in her last remarks about Ian. She told me that as he reached puberty he
had gotten involved with an older woman and got her pregnant. She got up
from the table and showed me a photo of him holding his son. I was
speechless. I knew her and her husband, I knew the boys. Hell, I taught her
younger son Elliott. I had no clue this kid was a daddy. I started to get a
hard on for some reason just seeing him holding the baby. I asked who had
custody of this boy and she said the woman did who he impregnated but that
I an spends time visiting. I asked why she would let the lady be around Ian
knowing she had sex with him and she didn't really answer. In a way I think
she thought that by him fucking her maybe it wouldn't make him gay or stop
him from "turning gay". Apparently it had failed I thought to myself,
because he gave me an incredible blowjob. About that time the phone
rang. It was the school calling to ask her to pick him up as he had gotten
into a fight with another boy and got suspended. I immediately offered to
go get him and take him to the pool. That way she could be free to do her
days stuff and I could spend some time talking with him. She smiled and
agreed. She wrote out a permission slip for me to pick him up and she
thanked me for being such a good influence in his life. I smiled and
thanked her and told her that I loved him as if he were my own son and how
special he was. I lied and said in fact both of your sons are.

As I drove to school I was a living hard on. I knew now what needed to be
done. I got to the office and they called for Ian. He appeared a few
minutes later sporting a black eye and a ripped shirt. He looked up at me
with surprise in his eyes. "Your mom asked me to come get you. Shes got
errands to run". I handed the lady behind the desk the slip of paper and
he, head down, followed me out of school. "I'm going to take you with me to
the pool. Swim some laps and get your head right" I said in a calm
voice. "Your mom got pretty upset but I calmed her down. I spent a while
with her at your house this morning.".  Ian looked at me as if to ask why
in the world I'd be at his house. "Your mom and I spent a lot of time
talking about you. She told me a lot about you son "I said. "Really", I an
asked, "like what"?

I proceeded to tell him what she told me. When it came time to the fact he
was a dad I asked him about it. She told me the whole story of how she was
the first persons yard he had gotten paid to cut their lawn. In fact, we
drove right past the house as he told me. He matter of factly pointed to a
house approaching and said "that's the ladies house right there". "She
invited me into her house this one time. She offered me a beer and I drank
it.  She sat next to me and she told me all kinds of stuff that got me
really horny. Next thing I knew she was undressing me and I fucked her
right there on her sofa. I didn't even think I would cum in her. I had a
little hair and my voice was cracking and stuff but I was inside her and
she was nibbling my ear and begging me to cum in her. It was kinda weird
but I came in her. She paid me and I left and she never called me back to
do her grass. The next time I saw her she was pregnant and I thought it was
her husbands. When the baby was born she called me and asked me to come
over. Then she told me that it was my son and it kinda freaked me out. My
mom and dad didn't even get mad at me. My dad seemed almost proud of
it. I'm not even 15 and I have a kid. It's weird. By now both he and I were
hard as a rock. Somehow in telling me this story it aroused both of us.

We got to the gym. I turned on the lights and he went to the corner and
peeled back the covers. As he went into the locker room I followed him in
and we chatted about the fight and what had happened. He said another boy
called him a fag and he and that kid basically beat the crap out of each
other.  "But you are a fag, aren't you Ian" I said deciding to throw
caution into the wind and make him confront his demons. "So you fucked a
woman, had a kid but let me guess, every time you lie in bed and close your
eyes, bite your lip and jerk off onto your belly it's a guy you think of
isn't it"? Ian blushed and looked down. "It's ok, son, I want you to say it
out loud. You're a queer and your just ashamed to admit it. I understand
totally. I knew by the time I was your age I was gay and I had a terrible
time dealing with it. Say it out loud. I want you to look me in the eyes
and admit to me you like to suck dick. You liked having Kyle's big dick
inside of you and you are a faggott. Say it to me and get over your
feelings of being too scared to admit it to yourself" I said. Ian looked at
me with his speedos now bulging and got within a foot of my face, opened
his mouth and simply said "I'm a faggott. I like to suck dick and yea, I
liked when Kyle fucked me". I was mad at you because it wasn't you that
fucked me" I an said in a low voice.

"Well then, I think you need to be fucked by me now" I said lifting off my
shirt and quickly undressing. "Get naked and bend over the table I ordered
him". I took the lube from my jeans pocket and lubed his tight ass and my
fingers. I worked him for a few minutes while my other hand reached around
to pinch his tight nipples. Each pinch elicited a moan from him I had not
heard before. "Oh fuck yea that feels so fucking good" I an said in a
moanful voice. "Fuck me".

I lubed my cock which by now was leaking more precum than I had ever made
and I pressed against his forbidden place. One grunt and the tip found its
way to his warm special place. Another grunt with a hand on his chest and I
felt myself disappear into him.  His body meeting each of my thrusts I
finally got inside of him. He was clearly grimacing and it hurt as I knew
the way he felt from being his age and taken. I squirted a little more lube
as I hit his prostate. Ian bent over and his body now mine I worked him. I
was in heaven as he submitted to me. Every thrust was met with him
groaning. I reached around and started to jack him off with the hand I had
lubed so his dick was quickly wet with lube and I could feel the veins
throb as I jacked him. When he would speak he'd simply beg me to fuck
him. Fuck him I did until I knew I could not hold back any further. I let
go at least 7 gobs of my love into his hole and as I did I felt his gobs of
sperm greet my hand. In this one moment of time we both achieved the
perfect orgasm and did it at the same moment. I pulled out of him and took
him to my lips and we kissed a long deep tongue to tongue kiss. I dropped
to my knees to lick and suckle him clean and was rewarded in a few minutes
with a small but tasty sploosh of his gizz.

I stood and said "ok, so now you know you're a fag. Now It's time to teach
you how to deal with it all".

More to come in the next chapter. Comments, as always are welcomed.