Date: Tue, 28 Jun 2011 08:15:37 -0400 (EDT)
From: INSILVA92@aol.com
Subject: My Daughter's New Boyfriend

   MY DAUGHTER'S NEW  BOYFRIEND.

This is a homosexual fantasy  concerning sex between a teenage boy and an
older man. Because it is a fantasy  the sex in it may be unprotected, in real
life please practice safe sex. If it  is illegal for you to read this for
any reason please leave  now.

Hi I'm Kevin, Kev for short, I am a 40 year  old bi-sexual; my wife's
called Eva, we have 3 daughters aged 16, 13, and 10,  Nicole, Tatiana and
Nadine. Eva was never that interested in sex, and since  Nadine was born sex
between my wife and me gradually dwindled away to nothing;  it's probably 6 years
since we last had it. Eva is totally wrapped up in the  girls' wellbeing
and her nursing career. For the last 4 years I've actually been  sleeping in
my basement den; we're more like brother and sister than man and  wife. Eva
never discusses my sex life with me, as long as I'm a good Father and
provider she's happy. Not having sex with Eva isn't a problem for me because as  I
've got older I have become more and more involved with having sex with
teenage  boys; I'd been having secret sex with them since I was 20 whenever I
could. When  I was 20 I had to sleep with my 16 year old cousin, a very
pretty, blonde-haired  blue-eyed boy, at a family wedding and he seduced me; I
didn't put up much of a  fight. I really enjoyed it, we 69'd, and I
immediately realised that I was Bi. I  also look out for sexy twinks, they're almost
as good for sex as teens; and the  last few years if I'm desperate an
attractive man will do. There have been the  occasional women too, but not for the
last 5 years.
Up  until 5 years ago I was a P.T. Instructor in the Army but my parents
died in a  car crash and left me a fair amount of money. So I bought myself
out and opened  a Gym and Sauna called The Complex. The Gym was instantly
popular and the Sauna  improved when I started having Friday and Saturday
Men-Only nights. They are  basically Gay cruising grounds and I've had sex with
quite a few twinks and the  occasional teen there; sometimes guys too if they'
re sexy enough. If an orgy  develops I have a couple of drinks and then I'm
usually open to all offers. I  run Women-Only nights too on Sundays, they're
also popular, but for other  reasons. I keep the Gym open until 10:00 p.m.
and the Sauna until midnight. I  also run a worldwide sports equipment web
site from the Complex so there's  always work to do at anytime of the day or
night.
My  office is soundproofed and the only window is a long narrow one high on
the  outer wall. Apart from my desk and filing cabinets there's a very
comfortable  leather couch. My staff never knows if I'm in there or not because
I can access  my office via a door that leads to the delivery road that runs
behind it from  the car-park. There is a shower room with a toilet and a
well stocked fridge.  Anytime I pick a teenager or a twink up for sex if we don
't do it in the car or  a motel I take them there. I don't like paying for
sex, but if it's a teen and  he's really attractive and rent I will pay.
But then I have really rough sex  with him as compensation.
When I want sex I tell my wife I  have work to do in the Complex office and
I go there to see who's available.  However I usually go cruising looking
for teenage lads, or twinks, first, my  preferred targets; the Complex is a
last resort. Oh, I'm 6ft tall, brown eyed  with cropped black hair; people
tell me I'm handsome and don't look a day over  30. I still have a 32 inch
waist, the same as when I was 20. I have a hairy  chest, arms, legs, ballbag
and crotch and I'm very fit from the Gym and  swimming, my hobby, I even have
a faint 6-pack. I'm 11stone, my nipples are  large and dark brown and I
have a thick, veiny, 9 inch uncut cock with a large  flared knob and a short
loose foreskin that peels back just enough to expose my  wide cock-slit when I'
m hard. My balls are a little bigger than  average.
Nicole recently started going out with a new  boyfriend, Peter, he's also
16. He is an attractive, personable boy and he's  very athletic, he runs, is
on the school swimming team, and is Captain of his  school football team. He'
s 5 feet 8 with a slim athletic build and narrow waist.  His chestnut hair
is cut short and he has green eyes. Nicole had pointed him out  to me at a
couple of recent swim meets and I'd admired his pale smooth hairless  body
and long, firm legs. I'd also noticed that, for a 16 year old, he had a
sizeable package in his Speedos. In fact I found him very sexy and a real turn
on. When he was standing on his podium getting ready to race I'd got half a
hard-on both times I'd seen him. Nicole invited him to a Barbecue at ours
one  Friday afternoon to meet me and the wife and her sisters; it was also a
vague  celebration of my 40th birthday the week before.
Anyway,  because it was a very hot day, I was wearing a tight singlet which
showed off my  body, and quite tight shorts. Every time I caught Peter's
eye he was staring at  me or my crotch, and I noticed that he kept adjusting
his package. Of course  that turned me on and my cock kept reacting so I had
to be careful it didn't  show. He was wearing his all white school football
(soccer) strip and it made  him look really sexy. One time he bent over
right in front of me and I saw that  he had a beautiful, firm, full, rounded
arse and I could see the thick outline  of a jock-strap. I knew his football
coach from the Gym and Sauna, we'd  double-ended a few twinks on Men-Only
nights, and he'd told me that he made all  his players wear jock-straps, the
kind that had two thick strips of material  going around the side of their
arse-cheeks leaving their puckers exposed. He  used to watch the lads getting
changed in the locker room so that he could look  at and admire their puckers.
The more I looked at Peter  the more I knew I'd got to have him, and soon,
so I worked out a plan. Peter had  come to our house on his mountain bike;
so I slyly let down one of his tyres.  When it was time for Peter to go home
and he discovered his flat tyre my wife  asked me to take him home, as I
knew she would, the wrong move on her part. I'd  already told her that I was
going to the Complex after the barbeque to do some  work in the office, so she
told me that I could drop Peter home on the way  there. Peter was standing
behind my wife and when I agreed to run him home I  looked directly at him,
a smile played across his lips and he blushed faintly  when he caught my
glance and he dropped his head.
Peter  helped me to load his bike onto the roof-rack and we set off. We didn
't talk  much on the way to his house which was only a ten minute drive
away; and Peter  squirmed and fidgeted the whole journey. When we arrived,
after informing me  that his parents were out for the evening, Peter asked me if
I'd like to come in  for a coffee. Peter blushed when he said "come in"; my
chance to try and seduce  him I thought to myself. My cock, which had been
half-hard during the drive,  started to lengthen and thicken at the thought
of having sex with him. I loved  the taste of teenage cum and I was
desperate to taste  Peter's.
In the kitchen while we stood at the  stand-up breakfast bar drinking our
coffee I noticed there was a precum stain on  the front of his shorts, and
although Peter was trying to hide it I could see  that he had a hard-on. His
cock must have been leaking most of the afternoon for  his precum to soak all
the way through the thick material of his jock-strap. I  smiled and asked
Peter if he'd enjoyed the day; he said that he had and added  that he'd like
to come again. When he said "come" he blushed again and fidgeted;  so I
decided to up the stakes and I asked him if he'd had sex with my daughter
yet. (Although I knew she was like her mother, into the romance but not the
sex,  she wanted to be a virgin on her wedding night.) Blushing furiously, and
stuttering while his voice went up an octave, he denied it. So I asked him
why  not, perhaps he didn't find her attractive. Then I paused, and before
he could  answer I looked at his package, pointed at the precum stain and his
hard-on, and  said that perhaps he was into other things. Well, the look he
gave me said it  all so I moved closer to him, grabbed his wrist, and put
his hand on my erecting  cock; Peter went a shade redder, but he didn't pull
his hand away.
"Seeing as you've been looking at my cock all afternoon  you might as well
see what it feels like, eh Peter?"
He  blushed again but didn't move his hand, in fact he started squeezing my
now  fully erect cock; and I heard him whisper "Oh My God, it's so big!"
When I moved  my hand towards his crotch he pushed his hips forwards and I
took hold of a  rock-hard, throbbing, teenage cock while Peter moaned softly.
Then he surprised  me by offering up his mouth. We kissed open mouthed, and
when I pushed my tongue  into his mouth Peter reciprocated immediately. I
broke  away.
"Let's get naked Peter, I want to admire your body  and see your teenage
cock in all its glory. Have you been with many  men?"
We were both stripping off as he replied. I noticed  his face, neck and
shoulders were flushed.
"None, you're  my first man, but I've fancied having sex with older guys
for ages. I've seen  you with Nicole a few times and I fancied you
immediately. Er, that's why I  dated her I suppose, to get closer to you. Up to now I'
ve only played around  with my mates, wanking and sucking, you know the
sort of  thing!"
"No mutual finger-fucking your arseholes while you  have sex? No cocks up
your arsehole fucking you, or you fucking your schoolboy  mates' arseholes?"
He flushed redder and his voice went up  and down as he stammered out his
reply.
"No ... never ...  that's dirty ... that's gross!"
"Is it?" I replied  non-committally.
We were both naked by now and I stood  back to admire his pale, fit body.
His red nipples were small but I could see  that they were erect already.
Peter's rigid, thinnish, uncut cock was 6 inches  long with a long loose
foreskin covering his slightly flared knob. His large for  his age balls were
housed in a loosish, totally hairless ballbag. His balls  looked even bigger
than mine, which accounted for the large package in his  Speedos. Peter had no
body hair, just a bit of pit hair, and the faintest of  trails leading to a
smattering of silky, dark brown pubes above the base of his  rigid cock.
When I spoke my voice was husky with desire.
"Turn around Peter, slowly; I want to admire your sexy young  body."
His arse was beautiful, white, full, firm, and  rounded with a dimple in
each arse-cheek. I knew I'd got to have him; I'd got to  fuck his beautiful
arsehole, and fuck it soon. But I knew I couldn't rush him  because he
thought arse-fucking was too gross.
"Do you  want to 69 Peter?"
His beautiful green eyes flashed and  his voice broke again when he
answered me.
"Oh yes please  Mr  ..."
"Call me Kev, or maybe Sir would be better,  what do you think?"
"Er  ... I think I'll call you  Sir, which would seem better when we're
together in  public."
Where were we going to be together in public I  wondered? But I liked the
idea of him calling me Sir.
"Where do you want to 69 Peter?"
"There's a leather couch  in Dad's study, I've wanked off imagining
having sex with you on  it."
"Lead the way then."
As I  followed Peter into the hall and onto the study my cock jerked at the
sight of  his tight round buttocks jiggling about as he walked. In the
study we embraced  and snogged again. My hands were all over his buttocks and
Peter was fondling my  back. Our cocks were pressed against each other's
bodies, and when I felt  Peter's precum soaking the top of my thigh I knew it was
time to 69. I broke  away.
"I'll lie on my back and you can get over me, that  way I won't be tempted
to force my cock down your throat and face-fuck  you."
Peter's eye's widened.
"Nobody  could swallow your cock; it's too big, too thick!"
What does he  know? I thought to myself as I walked over to the couch and
lay on my back. I  lay with my head on the armrest and draped a leg over the
other one and placed  one foot on the floor to give Peter plenty of access
to my cock and balls. Peter  got over me on his hands and knees and as he
took my knob into his mouth he  dropped his body. I reached up and guided his
rock-hard teenage cock into my  mouth. Peter must have sucked a few cocks
because when he started sucking my  cock in earnest I only had to warn him once
about his teeth. Peter gripped my  cock firmly round the base as he sucked
and lapped on my shaft and knob, I  suppose he had about half of my cock in
his mouth. I was holding Peter's hips  and pushing him up and down so that
he was fucking my mouth while I sucked hard  on his rigid cock.
It didn't last long, Peter groaned  loudly and I felt his thin teenage
spunk spurt from his jerking cock into my  mouth. I started swallowing
immediately, his teenage spunk tasted delicious, and  I let go of one hip and ran my
forefinger up and down his sweaty arse-crack.  When I rested my finger on
his tiny pink pucker and pushed Peter grabbed my  wrist firmly to stop me
penetrating his arsehole; I wasn't too bothered, I'd  work on that later.
Eventually Peter's orgasm subsided and he scrambled around  so that we could snog
again; Peter loved snogging I quickly found out. After  several minutes of
passionate snogging and groping both our cocks were still  rock-hard, I
pulled away.
"Are you ready for another  round? You're 16 so I know you'll be able to
shoot another load; and I haven't  cum yet."
"Oh yes please; I can cum lots of times, 6 in  one night is my record. Er,
Sir, is it alright if I eat your spunk too? I've  been eating my own for
ages and I've started doing it with some of my mates, I  like the taste; now I
want to taste a real man's spunk."
"Of course you can eat my spunk Peter, I ate yours so you needn't have
asked;  but now there's a condition."
"What's  that?"
"You have to eat it all, no spitting it out once  you've started, okay?"
"Yes Sir!"
I  found Peter's enthusiasm charming; when I came, usually a substantial
amount, I  shot long, slow spurts of spunk so he shouldn't have any problems
keeping up. We  got back into position, Peter gripped my cock firmly round
the base and pulled  my foreskin back to expose my knob, and as he sucked hard
on my knob he wanked  my cock with short strokes. On my part I swallowed
his cock down my throat and I  heard a muffled gasp as I swallowed continually
allowing my throat muscles to  masturbate his cock. I kept wetting my
finger in my mouth alongside Peter's cock  before running it up and down his
sweaty arse-crack a couple of times and then  pressing it against his tiny
pucker again. He stopped me every time, but by the  third time only after my
finger was inside his pucker up to the first joint at  the entrance to his
sphincter.
Peter was doing a great  job on my cock, for his age he was an excellent
cocksucker, and I knew my orgasm  wasn't far away, so I swallowed faster; I
wanted us to shoot our loads together  if possible. I felt his balls; they
were tightening, so I pulled back until his  knob was in my mouth. Peter
groaned around my throbbing cock and his cock pulsed  and he started to fill my
mouth with his teenage spunk once more. I started  swallowing immediately
savouring the sweet/salty taste of his spunk; it was some  of the best teenage
spunk I'd ever tasted. Then I thrust my hips upwards as my  first rope of
spunk spurted from my throbbing cock.  Peter sort of gasped  and then sucked
harder on my cock and I could hear him slurping my spunk down.  Peter finished
cumming but I kept sucking on his cock keeping it hard as he  continued to
suck and swallow my spunk and squeeze my balls. When I finally  finished
cumming Peter scrambled around and we snogged again. I could taste my  spunk in
his mouth, and I knew he could taste his own teencum in mine. I broke  the
snog.
"Well Peter did you like my spunk, you haven't  said?"
Peter's face lit up and he grinned from ear to  ear.
"I LOVED your spunk, it tastes so much stronger than  mine or other lads'
my age, and I prefer it!"
We  went back to snogging and after several minutes of intense, passionate
frenching  Peter broke away and looked at his watch.
"Oh shit, it's  later than I thought; Mom and Dad will be back soon!"
"I'd  better go then, give you time to shower and freshen-up; we don't
want you  reeking of sex do we?"
"No ... er ... Sir. Er, when will I see  you again ...er ... for sex?"
Peter said this very hesitantly,  so I gave him a big smile.
"Well, I'm very busy tomorrow,  but how about Sunday afternoon after you'
ve had your lunch? And can you manage  to stay for a couple of hours or so?"
He gave a sigh of  relief.
"That sounds wonderful, er Sir, time's not a  problem, and I always do my
own thing Sunday afternoons. But where? We can't do  it in my bedroom, my
parents will be home."
I chuckled  loudly and ruffled his hair before starting to get  dressed.
"I'd love to have sex with you in your bedroom  but I'm not stupid Peter.
Do you know where the Complex  is?"
"Your Gym and Sauna?"
I  nodded.
"Yeah I know it, I've even thought of  joining."
"We'll talk about membership later. At the back  of the car-park there's a
service road running behind the Complex, a quarter of  the way down there's
a green door that opens into my office. We'll swap phone  numbers and when
you get to the service road text me; I'll open the door and you  can slip in
without being noticed. Okay?"
By now I was  dressed, I reeked of sex and I loved it. Peter was still
naked with a hardish  cock.
"Yeah, I'll be there around  two-o-clock."
"I'll be waiting; and wear your football  strip, it looks so sexy on you.
Oh, one other thing, no masturbating before you  come to my office, I want
you with full balls."
"I'll try  not to."
I put on my voice of  authority.
"There'll be no "I'll try not to" or I'll never  have sex with you
again. Do you understand?"
Peter's face  dropped and I think he was close to tears.
"Er ... yes ... er  ... Sir."
Then I had an idea.
"In fact  I think from now on anytime you want to masturbate you'll have
to phone or text  me for permission first. Understood?"
His face was a  picture of despair as he stammered out his agreement. We
swapped phone numbers  and a downcast Peter led me into the hall; the sight of
his tight, dimpled,  teenage arse jiggling about turning me on again. I
spun him  around.
"How long before your parents get  home?"
"About half an hour, why."
I  groped his hard cock.
"Time for me to give you another  blow job and keep you satisfied until
Sunday then!"
Peter's face lit up as I dropped to my knees in front of him. I gently
eased his  foreskin fully back, took half his cock into my mouth and set to
work,  concentrating on his knob. His cock went rigid immediately and oozed
precum onto  my tongue. Seconds later Peter grabbed my head and began moaning
softly. As I  kneaded his right buttock I kept wetting my forefinger and
running it up and  down his sweaty arse-crack. When Peter started moaning louder
I pressed my  finger against his pucker and his hand dropped to my wrist.
Peter held my wrist  to stop me, and then, within a couple of seconds, he
moved his hand away. I  applied pressure, Peter relaxed, and this time the whole
of my finger slid into  his arsehole! I began to tickle his prostate and
Peter groaned very loudly; he  grasped my head even tighter and his teenage
cock jerked in my mouth and an  extra large dollop of precum trickled down my
throat.
I  started to vigorously finger-fuck his tight, teenage arsehole and within
a few  minutes his lithe teenage body began to stiffen and he started
panting.  Emboldened by his lack of resistance and his obvious pleasure from my
finger I  slipped it out and wet it along with two others. Then twisting and
turning them  I gradually worked all three fingers halfway into his hot
teenage arsehole.  Peter initially tensed up but then he relaxed and I forced
all three fingers all  the way up his arsehole. Peter now had my head in a
vice-like grip and his moans  and groans got louder and louder; I hoped the
neighbours couldn't hear him. I  immediately began manipulating his prostate
and a couple of minutes later Peter  gasped:
"Oh shit! I'm cumming  again!"
And he started to flood my mouth with his third  load of teenage spunk
which I greedily swallowed while his sphincter spasmed  uncontrollably around my
fingers. When he finally finished cumming Peter slumped  over me gasping
for breath. Reluctantly releasing his softening cock I stood up  and embraced
him kissing him tenderly until he came  around.
"Did you enjoy that Peter?"
"Christ it felt incredible!" he blushed slightly. "It was the best cum I'
ve ever  had."
"Good, oh I thought you were against having your  arsehole played with, you
said it was too gross."
Peter blushed deeper.
"Well ... I ... er ... did say that, but ...  er ... it made me feel so good.
Perhaps I was wrong?"
"You  certainly were Peter; I'm going to teach you how to get so much more
pleasure  from your body. Now remember, no masturbating before we see each
other on  Sunday."
This time Peter smiled shyly at me, I think he  was getting turned on by
the thought of me dominating his sex  life.
"I promise ... Sir."
We kissed  briefly then I left, and I decided to drive straight home, I
wanted to save  myself for Sunday too. On the journey home I kept sniffing my
fingers savouring  Peter's smell. Then as I pulled into the drive I sucked
them clean, Peter's  insides tasted delicious! Saturday was normally a busy
day anyway, and I tried  to do most of Sunday's work too so that I'd be
completely free for Sunday  afternoon. All the preoccupation with work meant that
time flew by, but I'd  occasionally get a mental picture of Peter naked and
hard and that always gave  me half a hard-on. After eating on Saturday
evening I did a couple of hours in  the garden then did a couple of hours in my
mini-gym in my garage. I went to bed  totally knackered and slept like a
baby.

End of part one. Any  comments to insilva92@aol.com