Date: Wed, 23 Jan 2019 15:49:39 -0600 From: gwen uni Subject: Lulu's Butt by Cutter09 gay adult/youth Please remember to donate to Nifty. The thousands of stories availble for your reading pleasure is provided by Nifty, so give a little and get a lot. Cutter09 http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html You can find more of my stories listed on the prolific authors page under Cutter09 Lulu's Butt I guess I never learned how to be a loving person. My mother was not the nurturing type, and my parents were, in general, cold people. They certainly never had what is now called public displays of affection. I can't even remember seeing them kiss goodbye in the morning, upon leaving for work, or hello upon return. Of course it's easy to blame someone else and make excuses for things that are wrong in your own life. "Oh... I come from a broken home, that's why I raped and murdered those ten prostitutes." Yeah, bullshit. You just like to rape and murder. So, I'm not making excuses. I'm just not a loving person. So, when my wife left me after four years of marriage, I wasn't all that surprised. Hey, don't let the screen door hit you in the ass on the way out. Right? I also wasn't surprised when my neighbors next door divorced. Hell, I had heard plenty of fighting going on over there. Many a night I would be sitting on my patio and they would go at one another. It wouldn't be long until their son, Luke, would come through my gate and sit poolside with me. I would get him a Coke from the fridge and hand it to him. No words needed. We would sit and enjoy the nice spring evening together. Luke had been about seven when they moved in next door. It was six months after my divorce was final. I remember waking up with a hangover, after celebrating my six months of freedom. Nudging the tramp I had picked up the night before, out the door, I looked over and saw the moving truck in the driveway. Like I said, I'm not really a loving person. I'm not even a nice person, so I didn't bother to go over and welcome them to the neighborhood. It was a couple of weeks later that my Saturday afternoon nap was disturbed by my doorbell. I threw open the door, ready to give someone a ration of shit for waking me, only to discover little Luke standing there. "Can I get my ball?" Came out of this cute as a button child. "Uh... ball? What ball?" I was a little unnerved by not being able to ration out the shit. "My ball went over the fence into your yard," he explained. "Sure kid. Gate's over there," I pointed out. Closing the door, I headed back to my comfy couch, to finish my nap. I had no more than barely closed my eyes, when the doorbell chimed again. I stomped to the door, threw it open, and it was him again. "What?" I asked, I'm sure not too nicely. "You have a pool," he said smiling up at me. His blue eyes the same shade as my pool. "Yeah. So?" "My ball is in your pool." I led him back through the gate, and for a second, considered throwing him in to retrieve his ball. Instead, I got out the leaf net from the shed, and used it to get the ball for him. I handed him the wet ball and he said "Thanks mister. I bet it's fun having a pool. We don't have one. My mom says they're expensive and dangerous. But my mom says that a lot. She says video games are expensive and bad for you. Dogs too. Did you know a lot of dogs bite their owners. That's what my mom says. Do you have a dog?" Jesus. What's with this kid? He talked till I pushed him out the gate. Made me remember why I didn't want any rugrats in the first place. He was really cute though. I went in through the patio door to avoid the little nuisance. Later that day, I was headed out to get drunk. It was Saturday, that's what guys do on Saturday. Get drunk. I was just about to climb into my car when "Hi neighbor," I heard but didn't see anyone. Then this head pops up next door. Apparently she had been pulling weeds from a planting area. "Hello." "I'm Jane," she said approaching with her hand out. She was okay looking, I guess, for a mother. Slim, nice rack, big blue eyes. I could see the resemblance to the kid. "Sam," I stated, accepting her handshake. It would be another month before I met Don. He was tall and blond. That's where Luke got it from. Luke was fortunate to get the best features of both parents, and none of the bad. Luke was in my backyard, yet again, when I heard from over the fence "Lulu?" "Over here Dad! Next door!" Luke responded. I couldn't believe he called his son 'Lulu'. What's up with that shit? Maybe I'm just not used to pet names parents have for their kids. I don't recall my parents having one for me. Luke spent a lot of time in my yard, and when the heat of the summer hit, I asked Luke if he would like to use my pool. Jane gave permission, but only if I was there to supervise him. What the hell did I care. I sat poolside most evenings anyway, so I agreed. Many afternoons Luke would show up in his swimsuit. He never asked if I would go out back with him, he would just wait till I was ready and then he'd jump in the pool. I started going out back as soon as I got home because I knew he would want to go in the pool. Over the next few years, the occasional yelling matches next door increased in frequency. Luke would come over and sit with me, and we would pretend we didn't hear his parents. At the end of the evening, Luke would hug me as he left to return to the madhouse next door. I had already concluded his father was more nurturing than his mother. She was more aloof. Sort of reminded me of my own mother. Hence Luke wasn't shy about hugging a man. When he was about twelve, is when I noticed he wasn't a kid anymore. I mean he was, but he was growing up. His swimsuit showed more of a bulge, not just a bump. A pretty well defined bulge at that. Nature does some marvelous things, don't you think. He still came over almost daily, and I would watch him swim. I never got in the pool with him, though. I prefer to swim after dark, and without the hinderance of swimwear. Usually swimming a few laps and then just relaxing in the water. One evening, after a rather lengthy bout nextdoor, Luke had been here throughout, and had gone home. I was doing my laps and had done the final one underwater. Resurfacing at the steps, I was startled to see Luke there. "Is everything alright?" I asked, worried that one parent might have finally done in the other. "Yeah, I just couldn't sleep. They really went at it tonight," he said, speaking of what we never spoke of. I knew I could be seen through the water, but I moved up against the side of the pool to conceal my nudity somewhat. "I'm sorry you have to listen to them all the time. I wished I didn't. But at least they're my parents. You're an innocent bystander," Luke apologised. "Hey. No worries. It's no reflection on you," I assured him. "Can I join you?" he asked "Uh... I... Well, you see..." "I know you're naked. I see you from my bedroom window all the time," he said pointing to the only window in his house that overlooked my pool. "Okay. If you're sure you want to," I said. He was only wearing basketball shorts, and I discovered, no underwear. He slipped them off quickly, without embarrassment. I had expected him to just get in the pool with me, not get naked with me. I saw his dick as he stepped down into the water slowly. He was mature for his age, I thought, although by no means grown up. It was dark, the only light coming from the underwater light of the pool. I didn't get a good look, just enough to see that he was dangling, and moving back and forth as he stepped down. Not the bouncing little nub of a younger boy. "This is nice. Now I see why you do it," he said, as he swam a few strokes to the middle of the pool. I stayed with my arms resting on the pool ledge, my body pressed against the inside of the pool wall. He came over beside me and mimicked my stance. Our elbows almost touching. "I think they are going to get a divorce," he said after a minute. "I'm sorry. That's always hardest on the kids," I replied, trying not to think about our mutual nudity. "I love my dad, but I will probably have to stay with my mom," he said forlornly. We continued chatting for quite a while. He being concerned about his future, me trying to be reassuring and supportive. Not really my strong suit, but I liked the kid. "Could we get out now, I'm getting a little chilly," Luke said after long pause in our conversation. "Sure," I answered, and forgetting my nudity, pulled myself out of the water to get towels for us. I picked up towels from the rack by the patio door and turned back to the pool in time to see Luke ascend the steps. He came up to me and took a towel. He dried himself casually and I followed his lead. As I bent to dry my legs, his dick was only a foot away from my face. Even cold, it was still about three inches long. I also notice about ten hairs spattered around its base. If it hadn't been for the light coming through the patio door, I probably wouldn't even be able to see them, they were only slightly darker than the blond hair on his head. I assumed he would be leaving, but he sat at the patio table after drying himself. "Would you like a Coke?" I offered, wanting him to stay, yet needing him to leave. "If it's not too much trouble," he answered. I went into the kitchen and got the Cokes, adding a bit of bourbon to mine. I figured he would put his shorts on while I was gone, and as I exited the house, I noticed his basketball shorts still at the edge of the pool. Not wanting to be exposing myself to a kid, more than I already had, I wrapped my towel around my waist, before getting the drinks. I sat in my towel skirt, not worried about exposure. Luke's towel was in his lap, safely covering his own package. Every once in awhile, Luke would use his towel to wipe water from his face that had dripped from his hair. These fleeting glimpses of his dick went straight to mine. I felt myself getting chubby, then half hard, soon I was tenting the towel. "You're pretty big," Luke said while looking at my crotch. "Uh... Sorry about that," I said trying to push it down. "It's okay. I get that way too," he said lifting his towel from his lap. His erection fully visible to me now. I tried not to stare at the five inch spike, but I was having trouble taking my eyes off it. A minute later, he stood, and his erection led him to his shorts. He pulled them on, not bothering to adjust his hard on. "See you tomorrow Sam," he said and slipped out the gate. Okay, now I was faced with a dilemma. I am sexually attracted to my young neighbor. Not just young, but YOUNG. And if that isn't bad enough, it's a boy. I am not a nice person, I'll be the first to admit. I am self aware though. I may not be in tuned to other people's needs, but I know what I want. And I wanted Luke. Maybe it was just because, over the last few years, I've let myself get close to him. I don't have friends, I spend my spare time with him and watching out for him. Or maybe because he's so fucking cute, and has that innocent quality about him. I do like that. Pure, unspoiled, innocent. Yeah I definitely like that. It could be because I know he looks up to me. I am not accustomed to people's respect. And I have spent the last few years protecting him. If not from the water, then from his parents. Well, whatever the reason, now I had this problem. A problem I took care of in my shower a little later. The next day, the previous day's argument continued. It was a Saturday, and I became aware of the situation when I glanced out my patio door to see Luke sitting out there. I took my morning coffee, and a cup for him, out to the patio. "Sugar and cream?" I asked, sitting the cup down in front of him. "Yes, please," he answered. Returning with the condiments, I noticed he was wearing the same basketball shorts from last night. He was also wearing the same thing underneath. Nothing. He had one foot on the seat of the chair, which allowed his shorts leg to expose his jewels. "Did you get any sleep last night?" I asked. "No, still awake. I can't help worrying about what's going to happen." This point was punctuated by a particularly loud eruption next door. "I don't know why they don't just kill each other and get it over with," he bemoaned "Nah, that would make too much sense. It's more fun to torture your enemy before doing him in," I replied. He gave a little smile. Sitting upright, he doctored his coffee, and took a sip. I was sorry to see the display leave my line of vision. Then he leaned back again with his cup, returning his foot to the seat, and the display was even better. We sat in silence, sipping our coffee, me glancing at his dick every chance I got. I was hard in my jeans, and getting uncomfortable, but I kept looking anyway. At one point I had looked a little too long, and glanced at his face, to find him smiling at me. Knowing I had been busted, I said "Sorry." "It's okay, I don't mind you seeing me," he said, and spread his legs a little further. I watched as his dick rose to point at his belly button, pushing aside the leg opening of his shorts. My own almost nine incher [23 cm] snaked down my leg, threatening to rip the seam in my jeans. I stood and adjusted it, and went in to refill my cup. Luke followed me in "May I have some more too, please?" His basketball shorts were tented up the middle. I could see the rounded end of his dick at the waistband. "Sure, Luke," I said trying to steady my hand as I poured. I had to not look at his shorts, or I would have scalded him. "Can we sit in here where it's cooler and quieter?" I led him to the living room. He sat on the sofa and waited to see where I was going to sit. Once I was seated beside him, he raised his foot upon the seat to give me the best view. My cock immediately started trying to chew through my jeans. "Uh... Luke..." "It's okay. I want you to look." The little minx was teasing me. Well, he was definitely getting his wish. I stared at his dick, trying to memorize each millimeter. "Shouldn't I get to see yours too?" he asked after a minute. "Um..." "I know you're hard. I want to see it." I stood and undid my pants slowly, waiting to see if he turned away or seemed repulsed in any way. He didn't so I slid my jeans and boxers down at the same time, my hard as a diamond cock sprung out. "You're big. Bigger than my dad." That put some strange thoughts in my head. He reached up and grasped my cock "A lot bigger than my dad," he repeated. Then he leaned forward and took it into his mouth. "Oh, Jesus," I said as I was taken into the very warm, wet, intoxicating mouth. He was much too good at this for it to be his first time at bat. I moved his hair from his face so I could see his eyes as he pleasured me. I moved my hips back and forth while holding his head. I didn't force it down his throat, but I did hit the back of it every once in awhile. He seemed to like being face fucked, because I noticed he had begun to stroke his own cock too. I couldn't take much more. His big blue eyes looking at me lovingly as my cock slid in and out of his mouth, took me over the edge. I didn't give him the option of pulling off my cock, I got the feeling he didn't want the option. I pressed against the back of his throat and exploded, sending a torrent down his gullet. I could feel him retch and swallow, then again and again. He never tried to pull away. In fact, it made him shoot his load of a few drops of boy cream onto his fingers. I held him in place until I began to soften, then slid out. His mouth made a popping sound indicating he was still sucking on it when it cleared his lips. He held my cock staring at it. Stroking it a few last times before sitting back on the sofa. "Thanks Sam. I've been wanting to do that a long time." Shit. I just received the best blow job of my life, and he was thanking me for it. "Really? How long?" I asked curiously. "A couple of years," he said, still licking his lips. "I assume that wasn't your first time." "No. I've done it before," he said with a grin. "I could tell. You're very good at it," I complimented. "My dad says that too." Well, that confirmed my earlier suspicion. "Anyone else besides me and your dad?" "No." He sat there in thought for a moment, "My mom always yells at him because he doesn't pay enough attention to her. Well, that and everything else she can blame him for." "Did that start about the same time as the other." "Yeah. My dad loves me. More than her. I mean more than she loves me. Well, probably both. More than she loves me, and more than he loves her. She's kinda cold." "How did it start with you and your dad?" I needed information. "We were always close. Much closer than I am with Mom. He started calling me Lulu when I was about five. He said I did funny things like the comic strip character. At that time, I didn't know it was a girl. He would call me Lulu and give me a hug and a kiss. I didn't mind. He's my dad and I loved it when he would hug me. Mom never hugged or kissed me. "Then, after we moved here, he was alway patting my butt. He said I had a girl's butt. I liked it when he would do that. He would squeeze my butt, and kiss my head at the same time. "Do you remember when my cousins came to visit?" "Yeah. There must have been a dozen of them running through my yard," I answered. He giggled. "No, just three girls. I had to give up my room while they were here. I slept on the couch and they slept in my room. My aunt and uncle had the guest room. When they left, I found a pair of panties in my room. My mom was out at the grocery store when I found them, so I told my dad about it. He laughed then said 'Why don't you try them on?' so I did. "He watched me put them on and said 'Turn around.' I turned around, and he patted my butt. Then he sorta rubbed it. He took me to the bathroom and stood me on the tub so I could see my butt in the mirror. He said 'I told you that you have a girl's butt. Looks just like one of your cousin's butt only prettier.' He was right. I do have a girl's butt." I hadn't really seen his butt in the flesh, so I couldn't confirm or deny it. In his swimsuit, it looked pretty good though. "Then a couple of years ago we went camping for a week." I remember him being gone. I really missed him. It was then that I discovered that I like the little shit. I couldn't wait for him to get back so I could watch him swim. "We had a great time. Mom wasn't with us so we had fun. We fished and swam in the cool river. Went hiking and cooked outside. It was a blast. At night in the tent we snuggled together. He would hold me, and kiss me. I felt really loved, you know. "The first night he pulled my cousin's panties from his backpack, 'Will you put these on?' he asked me. I liked making him happy so I did. We got into the sleeping bag, and he pulled me close to him. I could feel his dick on my butt, even though he was wearing boxers, and I had on the panties. I fell asleep but woke up later. He was jerking off. I didn't know it then, I do now. Anyway he jerked off and shot his cum on me and the panties. "The next night I went into the tent first and put the panties on. I noticed they were crusty with his dried cum, but I wanted to please him. When he came into the tent, and saw me in the panties, he smiled real big. It made me happy. We snuggled in the sleeping bag again, but I didn't go to sleep. I could feel him behind me. He started to move back and forth, rubbing his dick over the panties and my butt. After a couple of minutes he stopped, but I could feel movement. He was jerking off again. "I turned around and he froze. But I had already seen what he was doing. I knew that it felt good, because I had rubbed my dick before. So I moved his hand and started stroking it for him. That was the first time I ever touched his dick. He shot a load really quick. I guess he was excited because I was doing it for him. "The next night, while he put out the campfire and stuff, I went in and put on the panties. Again he gave me a big smile and undressed to his boxers. When he started to get into the sleeping bag with me, I tugged at his boxers. He got the message and took them off. "I lay my head on his stomach and started to stroke his dick. He really liked it, and I liked to make him feel good. My arm was getting tired, and I slowed down to rest a minute. I started to stroke him again, and got tired again. Then I felt his hands on the back of my head. He pushed my head down toward his dick. I didn't know what he wanted, until he took hold of his dick and pointed it at my mouth. Then he pushed my head again, and I got the message. "I opened my mouth and Dad pushed me down on it. He started to lift his hips while holding my head. He whispered 'Suck it Lulu.' so I sucked. He started moaning and bucking his dick up into my mouth. He kept saying 'That feels so good Lulu.' and 'Oh suck me Lulu.' He pushed it as far as he could into my mouth and I felt his cum shooting in my throat. When he finished, he kissed me and hugged me. I felt really good. "The next night, I got into the panties and waited for him. He got naked and lay down. I went straight for his dick. I sucked him, and he played with my butt. He liked the way my butt felt in the panties. I sucked and he pushed into my mouth and said I was a good girl. He asked me if I wanted to be his girlfriend, and I nodded and he came in my mouth again. "I sucked him twice a day till we came home. I've been his girlfriend ever since. He bought new panties for me, since I grew out of the others. I keep them hidden from my mom. Whenever she is gone, I put them on for him. I know he will come into my room and I'll be his girlfriend for awhile." I was shocked by his story. I had no idea any of this was going on. I did notice a change in him a couple of years ago. He seemed less bubbly. His persistent questions stopped. I thought he was just growing up some. Not to mention his parents were at each other's throats all the time. "How do you feel about all this?" I asked out of genuine concern. "I know, now, that I shouldn't be doing things like that with my dad. Or, I guess, he shouldn't be doing them with me. But, it's like the only time he is happy. When she's gone and I'm sucking his dick. I like it too, but I'm happiest when I'm here with you." I almost cried when he said that. I felt guilty that I let him suck me. I hugged him. I really wanted to make him feel better, which was a first for me. "It wasn't long after that camping trip, that I saw you the first time swimming in the nude. I've watched you lots of times. I even jerk off when I watch you. I don't when I'm sucking my dad. I do that for him, because it's the only thing he has, really. I don't think they do anything, or at least not very often. When I see you, I jerk off for me. I like seeing you. I used to think about what you would look like when hard, and I would cum real quick." I laughed a little. "Reality doesn't compare to the fantasy, does it?" "No, it's way better. You have a great body. And a huge cock." "So why did you... you know... now?" "Last night when they were fighting, it was worse than usual. It seems to be coming to a head soon. I've heard some of the neighbors say that you're grumpy or not nice. You've always been nice to me. You've always been there for me when I needed you most, too. I saw you out there, and I just wanted to be with you, in case I didn't get to be. You were so nice, well, you're always nice to me, and tried so hard not to look at my dick. This morning too. I could tell that you wanted me. Not just to see me in panties. You wanted ME. I knew you would never make the first move, so I had to." "You're right. I did want you last night. And this morning. But you're just a kid. I shouldn't want to do these things with you." "A little late to protect my innocence don't you think? I've been sucking dick for two years. I finally got to suck the one I want." "Would you let me suck you too?" I asked the boy. "You... You really want to?" He seemed surprised. "Of course. Sex should be good for both people, or you might as well be jerking off. Doesn't your dad do it?" "No. He only likes my butt in panties. I'm really just a plaything for him. I know that. When I'm sucking him, he's thinking about a little girl doing it. He has books with pictures of naked girls younger than me. But like I said, he doesn't have much, so I don't mind." "You didn't answer the question," I reminded him. "What, oh yeah. Yes you can. I would love for you to. I've never had a blow job." He jumped up and dropped his basketball shorts. Standing in front of me was the epitome of perfection. I took his hips in my hands and drew him to me. My mouth found his dick and inhaled it. Each of my hands held a globe of his butt, and I sucked that dick like a popsicle. I couldn't get enough. I studied each sparse hair on his pubis as it moved to and fro in front of my eyes. I stopped him after only a minute. I went under and licked his nutsack before taking his nuts into my mouth one at a time. Then I went above and licked that pubis, and every hair, before swallowing his dick again. I wanted to love that dick all day. I wanted him in my mouth when I went to sleep. Like a baby's pacifier. I sucked him like I hoped he wanted to be sucked. He soon started to spasm. His legs quivered. His stomach tightened and he unloaded in my mouth. Not a lot, but every drop was pure heaven. Liquid bliss. He collapsed on the sofa, with me still attached to him. I didn't want to let him go. "Jees, Sam. That was great. Have you done it before?" "No. Just for you little one." Just then the doorbell rang. Luke hurriedly pulled on his shorts and I did too. "Hi, Don," I said when I saw Luke's dad. "Is Lulu here?" "Yes LUKE is here. We were just having coffee. Would you like some?" "No, thank you. We didn't hear Luke leave this morning, so we were worried." "Well he saw me having coffee on the patio and joined me. Did you need him at home?" "No, just wanted to know where he was. Bye Sam." "Maybe I should go," Luke said. "I think you're okay. But if you really want to." "I don't want to. They're just going to argue more." "Why don't you go check in with them, then after lunch come for a swim. They should be ready for the next battle by then." Luke came over about one. He wore a tight speedo suit. I now had greater interest in his suit, and the bulge it covered. "I've never seen that suit on you Luke," I mentioned. "I had planned to wear it to entice you. Now I'm wearing it to tease," he smiled. The little shit knew exactly what he was doing to me. I got a couple of Cokes from the fridge and handed one to him. "Can we drink them in here, instead of by the pool. I don't feel like swimming just yet." "Sure, Luke, anything you want." This was a first, usually he can't wait to get in the pool. We sat down on the sofa, and I kept looking at the bulge in his suit. I could almost taste his cock, and boycum. It had only been a couple of hours, but I wanted to taste it again. "Have you ever had anal sex?" he asked out of the blue. I almost shot Coke out my nose, coughing and choking. I recovered a bit and said "I've been in a girl's ass a number of times. I've never received anal. Why do you ask?" "Were you able to get your whole big cock in them?" "Yes, and they seem to like it a lot." He seem contemplative for a moment, obviously mulling over something. "I told you how my dad likes my butt. I think they are going to split up soon. I know that he wants to fuck my butt, I've been putting him off for awhile now. I think he will try to before he leaves." "I'm sorry Luke. I know that must be difficult for you to face. If you don't want to, maybe he'll listen to reason. Just tell him you don't want to. He's your dad, surely he won't make you do something like that, if you don't want to." "I didn't say I didn't want to. I just don't want him to be the first. Now that they may divorce, I kind of think I need to move a little faster than I would have. I want you to be my first. I want you to fuck me." He saw my cock come to life in my shorts. I couldn't deny that I would love to fuck him. "Luke, that's a big step. Are you sure you want to do that?" "Yes. And I can tell you want to. Look, if you don't do it, my dad is going to for sure. I just want my first experience to be with someone besides him. I love my dad, but I've given him enough. He will fuck me and think of some girl. I know you will fuck me, and it will be me you are fucking. Either way, I'm getting fucked." I thought about it for a moment. I could see his dilemma. He wasn't going to say no to his dad, and time was of the essence. "Okay. But we will need some supplies. Go tell your parents that I have some errands to run, and you're going with me. That way you will be out of the line of fire too." When we returned from the store, I showed Luke how to prepare for such occasions. I explained about being clean, and I told him the importance of lube. I showed him how to begin with one finger and work his way up to stretch himself a bit before taking something as big as a cock. It was a learning experience. I spent the afternoon teaching him about anal sex, up to and including, taking a nine inch [23 cm] cock. Once I was in him, I put his legs on my shoulders and slowly worked my way in about six inches [15 cm]. I didn't want to hurt him, so I just used that on him. I stroked him for a few minutes, and he raised up to see my cock sliding in his ass. He could see that I was holding out on him. "Sam, I want it all in me." "We don't hav..." "I want it all. I want to know what your cock feels like. I need to be able to tell the difference when he fucks me. I need to know, that part of me belongs to you, not him. That he will never be able to claim all of me. Take that part of me. Please. Make it yours." I leaned down and kissed his lips, as I claimed three more inches inside him. I wanted to be sure he could tell the difference, so I laid it on pretty hard. I pounded his ass good. I made him cum, and kept pounding anyway. Then I made a terrible mistake. I pulled out and turned him over. I got a look at his butt. His dad is right about one thing. That kid has the best ass I have ever seen. I wouldn't say it's a girl's butt, just a great butt. I was instantly in love with his butt too. I wanted to claim it then. I didn't want to let his dad have any of it. I pulled him up to his knees, inserted my cock again, grabbed his hips and fucked his brains out. I didn't fuck my wife this hard on our honeymoon. I wanted him to know what my cock could do for him. I wanted to make him cum again, and I did. He cried out as his dick spit its young load. He moaned and grunted. "Sam. Oh fuck me Sam. Make me yours," I did my best. Finally filling his ass with my seed, I planted the flag in my territory. We collapsed onto the bed, still attached by my deflating cock. "Are you okay?" I asked Luke. "Yeah. A little sore, but damn that was good. Thank you." I retreated from his ass, and he moaned. I looked at his beautiful butt again, and rubbed it. "I hate to say it, but your dad is right about one thing. You have a gorgeous ass. I don't think it looks like a girl's, but it is beautiful." "I'm glad you like it. It's yours now," Luke said with a smile. "Careful, I might hold you to that." "Please do." He did swim for a bit, but his heart wasn't in it. Afterward, I took him out for burgers. Then he fell asleep on my sofa. Around ten, my doorbell chimed. His mom asked, "Is Luke still here?" "Yes. He was pretty upset about something. He fell asleep on the couch. Why not just let him sleep, and I'll send him home tomorrow?" "That might be a good idea. If it's not a bother, I'd appreciate it," she said. "No problem at all," I assured her, and she left. Luke was awake, leaning on his elbow, when I came back to the living room. "Did I just hear that right? My mom said I could stay here tonight?" he asked smiling at me. "Yep. But if you don't want to, I understand." "Are you kidding? Of course I want to." Luke spent the night. Yes, he slept with me. Yes I fucked him again. Yes I loved it, and so did he. The next morning, we had just finished blowing each other, when the doorbell went off again. I grabbed my robe and went to the door. "Sam, this is a little embarrassing, but could Luke stay another day or two with you," his mother asked. "Is everything alright, Jane?" I asked in my best concerned friend voice. "That's the embarrassing part. Don is leaving me. He's packing his things now. I'm going to my sister's place, until he's gone. I might stay a couple of days, in case he comes back for more of his things." "Oh Jane. I'm so sorry. I had no idea you two were having problems. Of course Luke can stay with me. He's like my own kid." "I promise when things settle down a bit, I'll have you over for dinner. Luke likes you, I'm sure he'll do anything you tell him. But if he acts up, I'll take care of it later. Thank you for understanding," Jane said. "Think nothing of it. I'll explain it to him, I think he's still sleeping." I made coffee, and poured a cup. Then the doorbell chimed again. "Hey Sam. Is Lulu here?" Don asked using the nickname I've come to hate. "He was asleep on the sofa. But I heard Jane at the door a few minutes ago, and he's not on the sofa anymore. Maybe he went with Jane." "Damn. Well, when you see him, tell him I... well just say I wanted to spend some time with my little Lulu before I left. He'll understand." "You're leaving?" "Yeah, Jane and I aren't getting along too well. I probably won't be back until the divorce is final. Even then it will be just to pick him up for a weekend visit or something." "That's a shame. I'm sure he will be heartbroken." "Oh. And give him the message when Jane isn't around." "Will do Don. Sorry you all have to go through this." "Thanks Sam. Bye." "Bye." I went to the bedroom, and Luke was just getting out of the shower. I love seeing him nude. I took him into my arms and held him. He untied the sash on my robe, and slid his hands into the opening, pulling our naked bodies together. I was hard in an instant, and so was he. But I had other fish to fry just then. I told him about my conversations with his parents. His face lit up with an award winning smile. "You're not upset with me? I kinda lied to both of them. Not a real lie, but not the truth either," I asked hoping he wasn't mad at me. "Hell no I'm not mad. This means I get to stay with you a few days, and Dad doesn't get to fuck me. That message was telling me he wanted to fuck me before he left, and now he doesn't get to. Well, at least not until the divorce is final, and I have to spend a weekend with him." "Are you sorry you didn't get to say goodbye to your dad?" "No. Like I told you. My dad loves me, he just wishes I was a little girl. Not only that, but he would prefer me to stay a little girl, and not grow into a woman. He likes little girls, like seven and eight year olds. As I said earlier, to him, I'm just a sex toy. My mom doesn't like anyone, except herself. I haven't been happy for the last few years, except when I'm with you." "Don't you think that for the last few days, you've been my sex toy too?" "Since I met you, you have loved me, as me. Not as someone I pretended to be, just to make you happy. My dad would prefer me to have a vagina. A very small vagina. I won't ever have that. If he knew how big my dick is now, he probably wouldn't even see me as a sex toy. You like that I have a dick. You like my ass, not some imaginary little girl's ass. You like me. The me I was years ago, and the me I am now. I will gladly be your sex toy. If you'll be mine too." "Hum... I don't know. What are the job qualifications?" He took my hard cock in his hands and said "You're definitely qualified." "I'm sorry I lied to your dad. I guess I didn't really want him to have any of my territory," I said taking his ass in my hands. "Me either. I want it to be yours. I just hope that I can fend him off when he gets visitation." "Start by not wearing panties for him, and maybe show him your big dick. It will probably be even bigger by the time the divorce is final." "I know you're right. I have to stand up for myself. I won't wear panties ever again. Unless you want me to." "No, I like your boy butt. If I want a girl, I'll call a hooker." "Not while I'm around. I'll make sure you're too tired for any woman," he said and kissed me. I believed him too. He spent the next two nights trying to wear me out. That boy is made for sex. His, oh so inviting, ass is better than any pussy. His dick, is a delight to suck. He's near insatiable too. If he had been a girl, she'd be a nympho. Jane showed up Tuesday, Luke and I were by the pool. We were both wearing speedo style suits. He had insisted I buy one. She walked through the gate, and stopped dead in her tracks. I was standing near the table taking a drink of Coke, Luke was in the pool. I thought for a second that she was going to attack my suit to get at the package it was concealing. Then Luke climbed the steps out of the water, and she stared a hole through his suit as well. "Did Luke behave himself, Sam?" she asked. Her eyes darting to my crotch and back. "I only had to beat his ass a few times. Not really, he's always well behaved." Her eyes cut to his package and she said, "Maybe I should give him a spanking." Which I believe she would have love to do. She invited me for dinner Friday night. Then told Luke he could stay till then, because she needed to rearrange the house and get rid of the smell of Don. Whatever that means. I watched Luke slowly turn into the old Luke. His personality came through, unlike it had been for a couple of years. By Friday, He was less morose, bubbly, fun. I had always enjoyed having him around. Now I could enjoy the old bubbly Luke, and the new sexy Luke too. We truly enjoy each other sexually. Friday at dinner, Jane snipped and picked at everything he said or did. The sullen Luke returned. At ten o'clock he went to take a shower and get ready for bed. While he was gone, Jane tried to convince me to sleep over. I guess seeing my package, and considering what Don had been giving her, she wanted to try out something bigger. I made the excuse that I wouldn't feel comfortable doing that when she was still married to Don. I also pointed out that Luke was still trying to get over losing his father, and he may resent me stepping into the bedroom role of his father. Although, I had already replaced Don in Luke's bed. She agreed to wait until after the divorce was final. I never told Luke though, hoping she might forget about it. Over the next couple of months, I had a lot of time to examine things. I found the similarities between Luke and myself quite compelling. He was sullen and morose around his parents, as was I. His mother was a self centered bitch, so was mine. Although my father didn't molest me as Luke's did, he was still distant. Yet together, we were happy. We found solace in each other's company, and each other's arms. Until I met Luke, I was an uncaring asshole. I discovered I truly cared for Luke and anything that concerned him. When Luke was with me, he was the happiest boy on the planet, and very loving. About three weeks before the divorce was final, Jane began dating an older man. Not old, just a little older than she was. I saw him pick her up in a new car, one evening as she dropped Luke at my place. She said she would be out late, and didn't want to wake Luke when she came in. She didn't come in until the next day, but Luke and I pretended not to notice. Then a few days before the divorce was final, Don was arrested. It seems he texted a few nude pictures to a nine year old girl. She of course sent them to her friends. It wasn't long before the school, her parents, and the police were involved. He got out on bail, but it didn't look good for him. Jane saw her alimony and child support about to fly out the window, and stepped up her relationship with her beau. This meant that Luke was at my house a lot more than he was home. I didn't mind a bit. Within six months, Jane married her beau, Don was in jail, because he broke bail agreements by texting more pictures to girls. He's fried I think. Luke has basically been with me since the wedding. I'm not even sure his mom knows where he is most nights. And we couldn't be happier. The End © Cutter09 Please send comments: Cutter09 would love to hear what you think of the story! 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