Date: Fri, 12 Aug 2005 05:14:56 -0700 (PDT) From: Bill Subject: Just Like Old Times 5 Just Like Old Times - Part 5 It had been three weeks since he'd made Bobby his "kept boy". And now, at 11:00 a.m. on a Saturday morning, he and Bobby were driving into the man's prosperous suburban neighborhood, on their way to Bobby's first meeting with the man's wife and children. This might work out really well, thought the man, or could just as easily be a terrible, disastrous mistake. The man parked the car in the driveway, and he and Bobby came in the front door. "Honey, I'd like you to meet Bobby Watson.... Bobby, this is my wife, Mrs. Richfield." "Pleased to meet you, ma'am," said the boy politely. Looking around the living room as if for the first time, he added, "Gosh, Mrs. Richfield! You sure have a nice house. I can tell you have really good taste." The woman smiled warmly. "Well aren't you sweet! Thank you, Bobby. Now where is Steve? He's been wanting to meet you... Oh, here he is now.... Steve; this is Bobby." "Hi," said the 10-year-old, acting a bit shy. The 4'11" [150 cm] blond boy had inherited a slender athletic build from his father and drop-dead good looks from his mother. Bobby couldn't keep his eyes off the boy. "Hi Steve. I hear you like Legos. Me too!" Actually, Bobby had never had a Lego set in his life. "You do?" said the younger boy excitedly. "Wanna come up to my room and see what I made?" "If that's OK with your folks." "Sure; go have fun," said the woman. As they hurried upstairs, the woman said "I'm so glad you decided to get into volunteer work, Bill. I feel so sorry for that boy... his mother being an alcoholic and on welfare. In spite of it all, he seems bright and cheerful. It was good that Social Services got him into a program like Big Buddies." "I think he'll turn out well. I've been talking with him about preparing for the future, and he's surprisingly enthusiastic about entrepreneurship." "Isn't that wonderful!" his wife replied. "Well, it's time for me to take Sue to ballet practice. We'll be going out shopping for some school clothes afterwards. You boys have fun this afternoon." "We will. Good-bye dear." After his wife and daughter were gone, the man fixed himself a pot of coffee and sat in the kitchen, wondering how things were going upstairs. After 15 minutes, he figured it was time to check. He made his way up the staircase and down the carpeted hall to Steve's room. The door was closed, and there was quiet talking inside. He walked silently up to the door and put his ear up close. "You got a nice one!" It was Steve's high-pitched voice. "Your boner is even larger than Richard's. He's 12 and has the biggest one of all the guys I hang out with." "Yours is nice too. Almost as fat as mine." It was a slightly deeper voice, half way through its change from soprano to tenor. "You can feel me up if you like," said Steve. "Man! Your boner is so stiff! Does it feel good when I stroke it like that?" "Gosh, yeah! It's awesome! Can I feel you up too?" "Sure; go ahead," said Bobby. There was an interval of silence, interrupted only by giggles and little moans of pleasure. The man's penis pumped to erection, and he rubbed it through his pants. 'What have I started?' he thought to himself, still wrestling with uncertainty about involving his son. "So tell me again about this game that you and your friends play," said Bobby. "It's called Naked Dare, and we do all kinds of crazy stuff. Wanna play?" "Sure. What do I do?" The man was slowly pulling down his zipper and freeing his cock. "When we're all naked, we take turns daring each other to do stuff," said Steve. "And it gets really naughty!" The man began to stroke himself slowly. "OK; you can dare me first," said Bobby. "Kiss the top of my boner!" said Steve, giggling with boyish excitement. The man struggled to keep from moaning out loud, as a surge of lust rushed through his body. While he was determined not to become sexually involved with his son, the man was undeniably aroused by his son's sexuality and was all-too-willing to be a voyeur. As he quietly stroked his achingly-stiff cock, the man worried about the intensity of his incest fantasies, even as he willingly indulged them. "OK!" replied the older boy with a big grin. Though Bobby was fully experienced in the ways of male sexuality, he had never fooled around with a younger boy, and he found it an incredible turn-on to be playing innocent sex games with this stunningly cute 10-year-old. Bobby sank to his knees in front of the blond boy, examining the lad's pre-pubescent erection up close. Stevie had a nice one... 3 inches [7.5 cm] long, with a shaft that was fairly plump for a boy his age. The slender circumcised cock-head glowed light purple, and his marble-size balls were in a loose rounded sack. Bobby brought his mouth to the tip of the erect penis and gently touched his lips to the piss-slit. Then he let his lips slide down farther, taking the glans into his mouth and running his tongue around it several times. "Oh, gosh! What are you doing? That's so awesome!" Stevie's high-pitched voice was breathless with the wonder of sexual discovery. "You liked that, huh?" "Gosh, yeah!... Now it's your turn to dare me." "OK. I dare you to... lick my balls." Again the younger boy giggled, and he got on his knees to fulfill the challenge. Holding Bobby's slender 5-inch erection in one hand, and scooping the soft, dangling ball-sack with the other, Stevie ran his tongue along the hairless silky skin. Inspired by the way Bobby had gone beyond the minimum required by the previous dare, Stevie licked again... and then took one of the young-adolescent balls completely into his mouth and teased it with his tongue before releasing it and standing up. "Mmmm... that was real good," praised Bobby. "What are you gonna dare me now?" "This'll really gross you out. Stick your finger in my bottom-hole and sniff it! I dare ya!" The youngster grinned with devilish delight. "Get on your hands and knees on the bed," said Bobby. "Let's see how gross your asshole is," kidded Bobby. Stevie scrambled into position, dipping his chest down, raising up his butt, and giving it a sexy wiggle. Bobby put his finger to his mouth and loaded it with a glob of saliva, then stroked it across the anal opening. The fingertip drew a circle several times around the pink flesh, and the digit slowly pushed two inches into the tightly clenched muscle. Stevie's body shivered... it certainly felt better than when he had used this dare with his neighborhood pals! "Oh!... Oh, Bobby!" moaned the 10-year-old, looking back over his shoulder as the older boy gently fucked his wet finger back and forth in the virgin asshole. When Bobby removed his finger, he brought it to his nose. "Smells great!" he said with a grin. "I dare you to do the same thing to me. But this time use some of that suntan lotion on your finger." Stevie leaned over and retrieved the bottle of lotion from the bedside table, squirting some onto his finger. "Put some on my bottom-hole too," said Bobby, as he lay down on his back and brought his legs back to his shoulders. The younger boy was eager to try this new thrill. He smeared lotion around Bobby's anus, and then pressed his finger into the hole. The older boy flexed his muscle open, and it was as if the digit were sucked in. With a child's curiosity and enthusiasm, Stevie experimented with finger-fucking the older boy's ass... fast, slow... shallow, deep... twisting, straight in-and-out. "That's so cool! Does it feel good?" asked Stevie, as his finger continued to probe and thrust, and his other hand rubbed Bobby's smooth round butt cheeks. "Yeah... really nice!" When Stevie finally stopped, he performed the ritual sniff. "Smells like sunburn stuff!" he said. "My turn to make the next dare. Let me think.... I got it; I dare you to get in front of the open window, standing on the chair, and play with your boner. And do it for a full minute!" Bobby shrugged at the grinning boy. "They're YOUR neighbors. You sure you want me to do that?" "Yeah!" "OK; here goes." Bobby moved the chair to the window and opened the shade all the way. He climbed up and gave his erection a few masturbation strokes. "You keepin' time on this?" "Oh yeah," said Stevie, glancing at his wristwatch. He had been paying too much attention to Bobby's stiff penis. Bobby looked out the window and realized how unlikely it was that anyone in the neighboring house would see him. Less likely still that someone outside would look up to the second-floor side window in that minute. He began to masturbate, making a circle with his forefinger and thumb, stroking up and down briskly along the top couple inches of his erection. Stevie watched, mesmerized by the sight of Bobby pleasuring himself, and he absent-mindedly fondled his own erection. "Hasn't it been a minute yet?" Bobby asked. "Sorry! Time!" announced Stevie, looking back at his wristwatch. "I've got a good pay-back dare for you," said Bobby. "I dare ya to go downstairs, completely naked, and get into the hot tub." "No way! What if Dad sees me?" "You made me stand where a neighbor could see me. And I'll bet your dad has seen you naked before." "Well... yeah... but..." "And people go in hot tubs when they're naked all the time. I got a cousin in California, and when I went out to visit, everyone was naked in the hot tub... on the beach too... even grown-ups." "Really ? Well, OK... But you gotta do it too." "Sure; I'll do it!" said Bobby with a grin. "How about we wear towels when we're going through the house." "That wasn't the dare, but... yeah, OK. But we take them off as soon as we get out to the back patio." Hearing this, the man quickly fastened his pants and scampered quietly down the carpeted hall, scooting into the master bedroom just in time. He listened and heard Stevie's door open. As casually as he could manage, the man walked out of his own bedroom and intersected the boys in the hallway, clad only in their towels. Bobby carried a small boom-box in one hand. "Oh! Hi Dad... heh-heh. We're going to the hot tub." Stevie blushed and fidgeted a little. "Sounds like fun," said the man. "We're gonna swim California style... that OK?" asked Bobby. The blood seemed to drain from Stevie's face. But the man said, "Oh, you mean naked? Sure; that's no problem." He glanced at Stevie, who had his mouth hanging open. "I remember when I was on the swimming team and we were at swim meet at UCLA... that's a college in California... and a bunch of us guys sat around naked in a hot tub overlooking the Pacific Ocean." He winked at the boys and smiled. Bobby gave Stevie a look that said 'what did I tell you!' "But you probably shouldn't tell your moms. They sometimes get all embarrassed about the fun things that guys do... OK?" "Right Dad! And... thanks!" Stevie felt an exhilarating freedom and headed off down the hall. "OK, Mr. Richfield. I won't tell my mom," said Bobby with a sly grin. And as they headed for the stairs with Stevie in the lead, Bobby let his towel drop to expose his beautiful ass... looking back over his shoulder to wink at the man. The man smiled and watched the two sexy boy as they turned the corner out of sight. He took a deep breath as an erotic shiver ran through his body. For a moment, he thought how much fun it would be to get in the tub with them, naked and horny. "No; this is just boy-fun," he murmured to himself; "don't do something you'll regret." But as he went back into his bedroom, the man's voyeuristic impulses again rose up inside him. He brought out the video camera and tripod, and set them up in the open bathroom window that overlooked the hot tub, turned the camera on, and set it for full telephoto, just as the two boys were easing their naked bodies into the tub. Then the man walked downstairs to the back door. "Hey guys!" he called out. "How about if I go down to the market to get some snacks and sodas, and then get you some burgers and fries at Burger King?" The boys eagerly shouted out their approval and specific requests. "OK," said the man; "I'll be gone for about a half-hour, and Mom won't be back until about 4:00. Don't drown!" The boys both laughed and waved good-bye. The man knew they'd be listening for the sound of the car going out the driveway, so he didn't waste any time leaving. As soon as he heard the garage door opening, Stevie climbed out of the pool and crossed quickly into the house to verify that they were alone, then returned to the tub. Bobby had started the tape player in the boom-box to hide their voices from nosy neighbors. "He's gone now," said Stevie. "So what should we do next?" "Want to rub our boners together?" asked Bobby, as they sat side-by-side in the warm water. "Sure!" The boys stood up, and their stiff penises rose just above the surface of the water. Stevie leaned his shoulders back and his crotch forward, inclining his erection forward with his fingers and wiggling his hips from side to side when the cock-head touched Bobby's. He had played "sword fight" with his buddies before, and thought it was great fun. It was a new twist for him, though, when Bobby reached around and grabbed the younger boy's ass cheeks and pulled their bodies together. "You hold my butt too, and we can hump each other," said Bobby. "Yeah!" Their slippery nude bodies began to rub together sensuously, the two boy-cocks slowly grinding against each other between their smooth bellies. "Mmmm! That feels great!" purred Stevie, as his arms wrapped around Bobby's waist, and his hips began pushing forward more urgently, as if they had a mind of their own. Bobby embraced his young friend around his upper back and hugged him tightly, synching his own hip thrusts with the excited rhythm of Stevie's. The water churned around them as they humped together joyously. Then Bobby gently pushed the blond-haired boy against the side of the tub. "Want me to make you feel REALLY good?" he asked. "Of course!" "Lie on the deck beside the tub, and let your legs hang into the water. I'll suck your boner with my mouth." Stevie scrambled up, laid out a towel to lie on, and positioned himself on his back, with his bottom on the tub's edge and his legs spread. He was eager to feel the older boy's lips and tongue on his erection again. Bobby dipped his head down and captured the 3-inch boner in his mouth, his tongue licking the cock-head in delicious circles. "Oh, YEAH!" squealed the 10-year-old as his whole body wiggled with pleasure. And when Bobby's lips began sliding up and down the plump little shaft, Stevie felt a level of sexual pleasure he'd never before experienced. Bobby tickled the lad's ball-sack with his fingers and then slid both hands under Stevie's butt. Stevie lifted his legs over the older boy's shoulder, and his toes curled and straightened rhythmically. His hands instinctively went to Bobby's head, fingers entwining in the thick dark hair, pulling Bobby's mouth to meet the upward thrust of the youngster's hips. Bobby redoubled his efforts, wanting to make sure that the boy's first blow-job would be one he always remembered fondly. His tongue worked overtime on the Stevie's sensitive little cock-head, and his lips sucked and slurped along the entire length of the compact cock-shaft. "Oh! Oh, Bobby! It feels so... so... Oh! Yes! It's so good! I'm gonna... I'm... I... Ohhhhh!!!" With his head rolling back, eyes shut tight, and his lungs incapable of exhaling, Stevie's body was wracked by his first-ever orgasm. His boner spasmed inside Bobby's mouth as jolts of pleasure rushed through his young body. Bobby continued sucking as the younger boy's dry orgasm raged, and Stevie moaned like a wounded soldier. When Bobby's head rose up, he grinned at the youngster. "You liked that, huh?" "Gosh, Bobby! It was unbelievable!" Stevie grinned ear-to-ear, and his slender chest rose and fell with quick, deep breaths. "Want me to do that to you now? I'll do anything you want." "Let's try something else," said the 13-year-old. "Want to learn a new way to feel good?" "Sure!" "Then let's go back to your room.... Do you know if there's any vaseline in the house?" "Yeah; I think so. How come?" "I'll show ya. Come on." When the boys got back to Stevie's room, Bobby had explained what he wanted. "You sure it won't hurt?" asked the younger boy. "Like I said; it'll probably hurt a little when it first goes in, but then it feels good. OK?" "Well... OK," said Stevie, and he lay face-down on his bed with one pillow doubled over under his hips and another clutched to his chest. Bobby dipped his finger in the jar of vaseline and brought out a big glob. Spreading the boy's slender butt cheeks with one hand, he brought his lube-laden finger to Stevie's tight little hole and smeared it with the cool, sticky goo. "Remember what I told ya about pushin' out while I push in? Try it now." As Bobby's finger pushed against the virgin asshole, the circle of muscle opened to it, and the digit eased in. Slowly, the finger fucked in and out, making the passage slippery. "Feels good, huh?" "Yeah!" said Stevie, breathlessly excited. "I'm gonna do it with my boner now... OK?" Stevie looked back over his shoulder and nodded his acceptance. Bobby reached into the jar and spread vaseline on his penis, which was still rigidly hard. "I'll take it slow, but tell me if you need me to stop." "OK, Bobby," said the youngster in a timid, trusting voice. The older boy knelt between Stevie's skinny legs and spread them further apart. Supporting his upper body with one arm, he aimed his boner at the boy's puckered anus and pushed his hips forward. As Bobby's cock-head penetrated into the delicate hole, the circle of muscle clamped tight while the intruding rod kept pushing forward. "OW! OW! Stop!" cried the boy. Bobby pulled back. "Sorry Stevie. Wanna try again?" "OK... I guess." The older boy repositioned his cock. "Here it comes. Open up for me." Stevie flexed open again, and felt a burning sensation as the young teenager's slender cock entered him... a half-inch... an inch... two inches. The 10-year-old winced in pain and his anal muscle tried to squeeze closed again, but the erection was already well inside him. He gritted his teeth, buried his face in the pillow, and said nothing. Bobby felt only exquisite pleasure as his erection slid into the wonderfully tight clenching orifice, and his lust drove him forward. When all 5 inches were inside Stevie's rectum, Bobby paused and took a deep breath. "You OK, pal?" "Yeah," gasped the youngster, looking back at his older friend and trying to smile. "I think so." "OK. Here goes." And Bobby drew back, until only his cock-head remained in the tight hole, then glided forward again... a little faster this time. Stevie winced again, but this time it wasn't as bad. The tempo of fuck strokes gradually increased. In two minutes, Bobby was fucking the young boy's ass at cruising-speed, and Stevie was finally discovering why Bobby had said it would feel good to be fucked. In fact, Stevie's penis was stiff again, and it pulsed with pleasure every time Bobby plunged into him and thrust the 10-year-old's crotch into the pillow. And the burning in his ring of anal muscles was now a warm glow, tingling with delightful sensations as the rigid cock-shaft slid back and forth within it. Stevie was clamping down the muscle again, but this time it was for the pleasurable feeling it brought... and the way Bobby enjoyed it. "Oh Stevie! That feels so good!" "Keep goin', Bobby! Oh gosh; keep goin'!" With thrust after thrust, Bobby's cock plowed into Stevie's tight little asshole. The narrow bed rocked and squeaked with the force of their fucking, and vocalizations of boyish pleasure filled the room. "Oh Stevie! I'm gonna cum," shouted Bobby at last. He was now thrusting as hard and as fast as he could. Stevie was getting close too... breathing raggedly as he felt the pleasure peeking inside him, focused in 3-inch boner and his wonderfully slippery anus. With both boys crying out in ecstasy, oblivious to everything else, the flood of orgasm washed over each almost simultaneously. Cum spurted hard into Stevie's rectum, lubricating the thrusts even more. Bobby's hips kept moving, slowing as the gradually-diminishing lightning bolts of pleasure continued to flow through him. Dribbles of cum were squeezed out of his cock by the tight asshole, which spasmed rhythmically as the 10-year-old's dry orgasm continued to shake his body. Bobby finally pulled out of the tender, puffy-red anus, and his body collapsed beside his young partner. Stevie turned on his side to face him, and they fell into a tender hug. Bobby's lips came to Stevie's mouth. The younger boy's eyes opened wide with surprise, and then he pressed back. The two pairs of lips slid together, tentatively at first, then becoming braver. As they lay together in the after-glow of sexual climax, Bobby taught Stevie how to kiss... with neither boy having to say a word. Then... "Hey boys! Are you upstairs? I've got your lunch," the man called from the foot of the stairs. "Oh, gosh!" whispered Stevie as he stumbled out of bed. "OK, Dad. We'll be right down!" They giggled as they quickly pulled on their clothing, and they paused for another kiss before opening the door. The rosy-cheeked boys greeted the man and dove into the double cheeseburgers and fries. The man caught Bobby's eye, and the boy winked and gave a thumbs-up sign, shielded from Stevie's view. When the food was gone, the boys went off together again, with Stevie showing his new friend all the cool places on the abandoned farm not far from the neighborhood. When they finally returned, Stevie's mother and sister were back. After a bit of polite conversation, the man announced that it was time for Bobby to go home. Early the next morning, in a place far away... "Ahhh.... It's so nice laying here on the beach," thinks Stevie to himself. "The sand is so soft... almost like a cloud... and the sun feels wonderful against my skin." The 10-year-old looks down at his body as he stretches like a contented cat on the deserted Caribbean strand. He is proud of his sturdy, slender build. His eyes focus on his pre-pubescent penis... it has grown in the past year... isn't just a little peanut anymore. He remembers how he displayed his boner to the group of older kids in the neighborhood... the 11- and 12-year-olds... and they had let him join their Secret Club and play those exciting games. Stevie is puzzled for a moment. "Why am I naked on the beach?" But then it seems perfectly normal. Someone had told him that people go around naked on the beach in lots of places... what was that boy's name?... oh yeah, Bobby. Stevie looks to his right. There, lying next to him in the sand, is Bobby... smiling back at him and totally naked as well. The younger boy is glad to see his new friend, and his eyes scan Bobby's finely-muscled bronze body. Stevie looks closely at the hairs sprouting above the older boy's handsome penis. And as he watches, urine begins to flow from Bobby's dick, rising up in a fountain that splashes down onto his belly. Stevie is jealous... it looks like so much fun. "You do it too!" says the older boy. "But's it's naughty..." "Oh, come on. You know how good it feels. There's nobody else around, and you can rinse off in the water afterwards." Stevie smiles and looks down at his crotch, and without touching his penis he releases his bladder. The pee started flowing... just a little at first, then an arch 2 feet high. His body shudders with pleasure from the wonderful feeling of letting go of his pee... and the exciting sensation of it splashing back onto him, flowing around his genitals and belly and legs, so nice and warm. And then he and Bobby are peeing on each other, their naked bodies hugging tightly as the hot liquid squirts onto them. In the blink of an eye, Stevie is floating on his back in the blue Caribbean water, warm as the hot tub. He can see his penis rising just above the surface... now fully erect. Bobby is floating beside him, and they smile at each other. And here come the guys from the Secret Club, and they're all naked too. And each of them has a really stiff boner, just like when they play Naked Dare. "I can teach them some new things!" thinks Stevie. Stevie's subconscious mind continued to invent exciting scenarios as he lay asleep in his bed, curled up on his side. Warm urine flowed through the front of his saturated underpants onto the sheet. A plastic mattress cover had stopped the moisture's penetration, causing it to spread out in a 2-foot-diameter halo of wetness around Stevie's crotch. Downstairs in the study, the man was wiping cum and lube from his hands as the videotape was rewinding. "Too bad I didn't get to see the fucking," he mused to himself. All in all, though, it had been an excellent day. He had brazenly brought his young lover to the house, and the ruse about being Bobby's mentor in the Big Buddies program had continued to work like a charm. Tomorrow, when he and Bobby met in the small apartment he'd rented, they would again play out the man's incestuous fantasies in an exciting role-playing scenario. By now that Bobby had actually met Stevie... and, better yet, made love to him!... the role-playing was going to be more realistic than ever. He was so glad he had let Bobby talk him into it. The man locked the tape in the bottom desk drawer and looked at his watch... 1:25 a.m. "Better to go check on Stevie," thought the man, as he set out to perform the nightly ritual of taking his son to the bathroom to pee. "He's been dry the last five nights... maybe he's finally growing out of it." Going upstairs, he glanced at the master bedroom... its door closed and the light off. His wife was always asleep by midnight. Going into Stevie's room, lit only by a dim night- light, he pulled back the covers. He detected the smell of urine before he touched its wetness. Sitting on the bedside, he put his hand on the front of Stevie's underpants, like he always did. They were soaked. Hmmmm... and the boy had an erection! "Hey, Steve. Wake up, Son. Stevie; sit up." The boy's eyes barely opened. "Daddy?" he said in a blurry voice. "I had an accident, Daddy." He sounded sad, ashamed, but most of all sleepy. The man had been called "Dad" by his son for two years now, and hearing the word "Daddy" warmed his heart. "It's OK, Sport. I'll get you cleaned up and you can sleep in the other bed." The groggy boy dragged himself up, standing on wobbly legs facing his seated father. "There you go; now rest your hands on my shoulders." The man pulled down the urine-soaked white briefs, and stared at the boy's stiff penis... so beautiful! "I was having a dream," said Stevie. "Oh yeah? What about?" "Bobby was in it, and we were..." His voice trailed off, as he awakened enough to realize that the subject was not one he could discuss with his father. "I... I forget," which was becoming increasing true with each passing moment. "Stay here, and I'll go get a wet washcloth," said the man. "Don't want you getting a rash again." The man stripped the sheets from the bed and took them, along with the wet underpants, to the laundry hamper in the bathroom. He turned on the warm water, wet a soft washcloth, and picked up a hand-towel to dry the boy afterwards. When he returned, Stevie was sitting on the other twin bed, his hands cupped around his crotch. "Stand up, Sport, so I can clean you off." "Dad... I've got..." said the boy in an hesitant voice as he stood up. "I've got a... you know..." The man sat on the bed facing him, gently pulled the boy's hands away, and began wiping with the cloth. "An erection, huh? You don't have to be embarrassed about that. All boys get them. Older guys too, for that matter. I bet you and your friends call it a 'boner'; right?" Stevie nodded his head as the man continued to wash around the plump little penis and the soft round ball-sack. "You're getting more grown-up all the time, Sport, and you have a very handsome penis. You'll find that an erection is one of the great things about being a guy." The man began to wipe the boy's inner thighs, with the rigidly erect boy-cock only 12 inches from his face. "It won't be too long until it becomes mature... maybe two years or so. You know how we were talking a couple months ago about how babies are made... the sperm that's produced in a man's testicles and comes out of his penis?" The boy nodded again. "Well, when your penis becomes mature, you'll be able to make the sperm come out by stroking your penis in your hand a certain way, and it'll feel really good. I bet it already feels good when you play with it, huh?" The man's mouth might have been talking sex education, but his mind was filled with taboo thoughts of lust. He could just lean forward a little and take the delectable boy-cock into his mouth. He'd give the boy an exciting dry orgasm... Stevie would love it... "Dad? Do you like my boner?" The man blushed. He had been staring at the erection. He started washing again, his hands shaking slightly, as he drew the cloth across Stevie's hips and butt cheeks. "Like I said, son, you have a handsome penis, and I'm really proud of how you're growing..." "You can play with it," said Stevie, now fully-awake and smiling. "You wanna feel it up?" With a seductive smile, he put his hands behind his head and wiggled his hips, like a parody of a stripper. The rigid 10-year-old boner waved right in front of the man's mouth. In the 4 seconds that the man sat there, speechless and paralyzed, his brain buzzed with a dozen conflicting messages. "Suck him! He's begging you for it!" "No; it's wrong!" "He'd suck me too... Maybe I could even fuck his beautiful little ass." "No! He's your son! He's too young!" "We could have a 3-way with Bobby... maybe even a 4-way with Travis!" The chaos in his brain ceased in a heart-beat, as he looked up into his son's beautiful eyes. He tried his best to manufacture an amused look on his face. "What a naughty little boy you are!" he said in a comic voice, and swatted Stevie playfully on the butt... causing Stevie to bring his hands back to protect his bottom from another spank. Stevie giggled. But he stood there, still proudly displaying his erection. "Seriously, though, son. I guess you're starting to discover how good your penis can feel. It's totally OK to play with it by yourself, in private. And it's perfectly normal for boys who are maturing to get together with friends and explore those feelings with each other... just be sure nobody is bullied into doing something they don't really want. But it's wrong for a man to do sexual things with a boy." (He felt like such a hypocrite!) "And that goes double for a father and his son. Understand?" The boy nodded. "Now get some clean underpants on and go back to sleep." "Dad? Can I go to bed naked?" Stevie was idly diddling his erection with his fingertips. "Sure, son. It's OK to sleep naked whenever you want." Stevie leaned down and gave his father a hug around the neck. "Thanks, Dad... I love you!" "I love you too, Sport." The boy slid under the covers, and the man kissed him on the cheek. "Good night, son." As he walked down the hall, he stopped outside the door of his own bedroom and leaned back against the wall, closing his eyes, feeling his heart racing. He'd come very close to doing something he'd regret. Then his thoughts turned Bobby and their get-together at the apartment-hideaway the next afternoon. Images of Bobby's naked body replaced Stevie's in his mind, and a smile spread across his face. His heart stop beating its anxious rhythm and began warming with a mellow glow. His relationship with Bobby had bloomed so quickly, so completely, and each of their encounters was full of wonderfully exciting variety. The boy had a definite knack for the inventive role-playing in which they indulged when they met for sex... and not just acting out their incest fantasies (Bobby's for his father; the man's for Stevie). As they lay in each other's arms, their bodies recharging for yet another round of intensely-satisfying love-making, they would create the next fantasy scenario together. They had indulged in numerous variations of the master-slave game... Bobby and the man switching between the roles of Master or Slave with each playing. And there was Bobby's favorite: two macho studs -- bikers, Marines, hardened inmates -- each greedily satisfying his primal lust. Or the man's favorite: two inexperienced boys helping each other discover the wonders of sex. This last one took on a special poignancy when the man had confirmed, as he had suspected, that Bobby's father was the man's childhood friend of the same name... the sharer of first pleasures, 25 years before. Life could be deliciously ironic sometimes, with twists and turns doubling back upon themselves. When he was in Bobby's arms, the man could be a 13-year-old boy again... with his first Bobby. Yes; just like old times. The End of the Story (Comments? Write to me at bil47_new@yahoo.com)