I have liked boys since I was a boy myself. Oh, I don't mean that I lusted after them or tried to seduce them, but I just always enjoyed the company of boys and still do. It was only recently that I discovered that I liked them in a whole new way. See I was a happily married man, had a lovely wife and a great son named Jason. My wife and I planned on filling our house up with kids and that was fine by me, especially if most of them were boys, but it was not to be.
One rainy September afternoon my wife was coming home from work when a 16 wheeler ran a stop sign and t-boned here little Toyota. The officer said she died instantly and didn't suffer, but that wasn't much consolation for a father and son left to go on alone. I don't know how we made it through the funeral and the grieving process but we had good friends and lots of family to support us and eventually we moved on.
Oh, things are still difficult. Some days I wake up thinking Susan(my deceased wife) is just in the kitchen fixing breakfast for Jas and me like she always did. I'd sniff the pillow where she used to lay her head and smell only detergent or Jas' sweet smell for sometimes when things got too rough for him to handle he would sleep in my bed. Then I would know it wasn't a bad dream, that Susan was gone and Jas and I were left to go on alone.
I love my son Jas more than anything in the world and I would die before I ever did anything to hurt him, but lately I have been having these feeling for him that cause me such emotional distress that I have to sometimes distance myself from him. You see what I have finally discovered is that I like boys...well, sexually, but fortunately the taboo thing is so deeply inbred in me that the thought of touching my own son that way makes me physically ill.
So I guess it was only inevitable that I transfer those feeling to Jas' friends, especially a cute boy named Kris. I really haven't known Kris as long as I have known some of my son's friends, but he is a cute and sweet boy and I got close to him very quickly.
See a lot of my son's friends live with their mom and don't see much of their fathers. I guess that's why they just sort of adopted me as their surrogate dad, and to be honest I am humbled and proud that they have. I love them as much as I do my own son and I try to make their stay at our house a memorable one. It was that way even before my wife passed away and even more so now that I have more time to spend with them.
I know most people would think it strange that a 42 year old man would find more pleasure in romping with a bunch of 12 year olds than spending time with adults, but that's just who I am, a kid in a man's body. Of course up until recently my feeling toward the boys has been wholesome and platonic, but lately those feelings have begun to change.
Maybe it was the fact that the boys were entering puberty now and becoming sexual creatures themselves. They had always felt free to talk around me and now their conversations were punctuated with sexual enuendos and tales of masturbating or checking out some girl's tits. My boys were growing up and as they did they had become arousing to me.
I first discovered just how arousing when Kris began to flirt with me. I know you probably think I'm just an old pervert trying to justify his feelings for little boys, but I swear to you Kris came on to me more than once. The first time was actually before my wife died. Back then I didn't spend quite as much time with the boys and never slept with them, that all came later, but that night my wife was staying at her aunt's house to help her recover after a fall and I was left all alone with the boys.
We were watching a movie, the boys (there were four that night including Jas) were spread out on the floor while I sat on the couch and watched them and occasionally the movie. Suddenly Kris jumped up and ran off to the bathroom but when he came back he joined me on the couch. He was a cute boy with big dark eyes and blondish hair and a pixy nose and had the body of a little Adonis. He was a baseball player and a runner and he kept in shape and it showed in every part of his young trim body. He looked over at me and smiled and my heart melted. I felt so lucky to know these sweet young boys and to be their dad if only when they stayed over and instinctively I put my arm around Kris to show my affection.
Well, he melted into me and buried his face in my chest and took a deep breath like he was trying to breathe me inside him. Then he looked up at me and said, "Smell my hand."
I didn't know what that was all about, but it seemed innocent enough so I did just that and what I smelled there caused me to get hard instantly. I know what boy stuff smells like, and Kris's hand smelled just like he had shot a load on it earlier. Was that why he had gone to the bathroom? And if so why hadn't he washed his hands, and most of all why was he now asking me to sniff that hand? Surely he knew I would recognize that flavor.
I decided to be the cool dad that I had always been, "Nice, was it fun?" I said sniffing the hand a second time.
Kris giggled and Jas looked back at us to see what was going on, then turned back to the movie. For one horrifying moment I thought we'd been caught, but no one seemed to notice us after that.
"Yep, it was fun. You should've been there," he laughed.
"Maybe next time," I said before thinking. What was I doing?
His eyes got big and he covered his mouth with his hand as if he had said a bad word, then he said, "Okay, I'll come get ya next time."
Of course he didn't despite the fact that I hung onto that hope for for quite a while. He was just a kid, mischievous and flirty and that was all, I was making too much of it. Then the second thing happened.
It was a Saturday night, my wife had a migraine and I promised to keep the boys at the other end of the house away from our bedroom so she could get some rest. We had an add-on den down there with a TV and an old couch and chair and I corralled the boys and brought them down there to work off their nervous energy.
It was maybe nine o'clock when Kris bounced up to me and insisted I help him take a bath. I laughed and said, "What are you four years old? Why do you need help taking a bath?"
"Please," he begged, "I'm so tired. I might fall asleep and drown if I go alone."
I'm dense but not stupid, the kid wanted me to see him naked and even though alarms were going off in my head, I just couldn't resist the invitation. The other boys were busy playing videos games so we left them and went to the bathroom just down the hall. Kris had clean undies and a t-shirt to change into and that was all. Most of the time the boys slept in just their undies and no one thought anything about it, least of all the boys. I had come to accept it and eventually enjoy their parading around almost naked especially now that there was so much more to look at.
I rinsed out he tub and stoppered it and began running the water making sure it was just the right temp and when I turned around Kris was already naked. Now I had seen my son Jas naked a hundred times over his lifetime, he was not at all body modest, and I had gotten a glimpse of most of his friends' bodies on occasion, but his was the first time I had ever had a boy naked in front of me with time to look him over.
I tried not to be too obvious but damn, Kris was cute. His little penis was perfect in every way and hung down over a wrinkled ball sack that looked as if there were two marbles inside. He had a few wispy hairs just above his penis but otherwise he was a smooth as a baby. It was stark contrast to the baby six pack and strong swimmers legs but upon reflection I determined that Kris was as perfect a specimen of boy that could ever exist. I loved him immediately and I think he knew it.
"Do you like me?" he said doing a little spin and showing off a perfect little bubble butt that almost made me faint. I didn't think he meant did I like him as a person, I thought he was asking me if I liked his body and all I could do was nod enthusiastically.
"Good, you can go now. I can take my bath alone. Thanks for running the water for me," he laughed.
I exited so fast I must've left a hole in the air and as I sat on the couch trying to hide my erection I thought to myself, damn that boy is a natural born cock teaser. Then I laughed at the absurdity of it and went to check on my wife. She was feeling much better and begged me to lay with her and one thing led to another and before I knew what was happening I was deep inside her fucking furiously while thinking about Kris's hot little boy body. Susan commented afterwards that she didn't know what I'd been up to but she hoped I'd do it more often because that was the best fuck she had had in a long time. I laughed and played it off, but deep inside I knew things were changing for me and maybe not for the better.
Our lives settled down, school started and our boys stayed over a few weekends but it wasn't like summer when they spent more time at our house than at home. Often after a baseball game we would host the boys at our house and usually had 3 or four in addition to my Jason. It was that fall that Susan was killed and our lives changed forever.
Fast forward to Spring the year after Susan's death. Jason and I had become accustomed to our daily lives by then. We still had his friends over as often as possible because it seemed to fill the void that Susan had left when she died so suddenly. Some days were better than others but one thing was sure when I had a houseful of boys, I had plenty to keep my mind occupied.
It was a Saturday night and we'd just gotten back from a WWF match downtown. The boys had loved the show and were hyper when we got home so I told them to strip down to their undies and go at it in the den on the mattresses they usually slept on. The were all athletic and it didn't take long before some real pinning was going on. I whipped out the video camera and started recording. I had the boys fake some stuff and used some special effects and the video was hilarious. I still watch it occasionally just to remember that special night and the boys who were so much a part of my life now.
Jason is probably the best son any man could ever have and I am proud of him for sharing me with his buddies. He calls all of them "bubber" and when we go out sometimes someone will comment on what a fine bunch of boys I have and I always thank them. They are a fine bunch of boys, and sexy as hell.
I have known all of them practically since birth except for Kris. Andy the oldest of the boys was a skinny little kid until about age ten when he shot up and filled out and it was no surprise that he was the first to reach puberty and had the biggest equipment. I knew as soon as he got his first wisp of hairs because he not only announced it to all of us but proceeded to pull down his shorts and show us. I was shocked at first, but over the years I have learned that boys are impetuous and proud little creatures and to them showing off your stuff if just part of being a boy.
Joel is the smallest of the boys and so cute you just want to pick him up and cuddle him all night. He has big brown eyes and dark hair and is slender but well built and solid from years of playing baseball. His dad coaches our team and he is the only one of my son's friends who actually has a dad.
Now for my son Jason, imagine a little version of Michelangelo's David and that is Jas. He is perfect in every way and I am not just saying that because he is my flesh and blood, my heart, it is the truth and others have commented on it his whole life. The great thing is that even though he has plenty of room to brag, he is the most modest person I have ever seen. Where most boys are all about themselves, my son Jas has a heart for others and is always putting them before himself. And that's how it is with the two of us. He is always asking me if I'm okay even though sometimes I know his heart is breaking and he misses his mom so much he can't stand it. On days like that when it's bad, we snuggle together on the couch and he usually sleeps with me that night.
It's still such a wonder to me to lay there and gaze at this perfect beautiful creature and know that he is part of me. Sometimes I touch his face or his chest while he sleeps and he responds by smiling even in his sleep. I love him more than myself but lately I have begun to have certain feelings about him that disturb me. He is not mine to use, he is my son and I will not touch him for my own gratification.
But a man can only stand so much temptation and that night, that crazy Saturday night after the wrestling match I finally gave in to my baser instincts.
It was fitting that it was Kris, he was the sweetest of the three (Jas not included) and the biggest tease. He was always coming and sitting by me, rubbing my leg or touching my face and several times I thought he was going to kiss me. That night he was especially affectionate and after lights out I could stand it no longer.
I watched him as the rest of the boys dropped off to sleep one by one, but he held back. I knew why, he wanted me all to himself. It was not uncommon among boys to be possessive of a favored parent or adult and I guess Kris felt that way about me.
It started simply enough. He snuggled into me and I began to rub his back and shoulders. After a while he relaxed and I thought he had gone to sleep. Then he rolled over onto his back and spread his legs a little as if he were trying to invite me to take a look at that special area. I know that sounds like perv fantasy, but it's how it felt and turns out it wasn't far from the truth.
As I gazed at this beautiful and perfect boy before me I found the urge to touch him. It started out innocently enough as my hand began to rub his leg slowly as if it had a mind of it's own. His skin was soft and smooth and beneath the skin I could feel his strong muscles. He sighed in his sleep and I took that to be approval so I continued. I moved to the other leg and traced a path from shin to thigh and this time he shivered a little. I had not felt this alive or happy in a long time and I could only attribute to this time together with one of my boys.
I thought back to earlier in the evening when Kris had moved suddenly and my hand had fallen into his lap. Before I could jerk it away I got a good feel of what was there and craved to know it better. I wasn't that bold yet though. As Kris began to snore softly I moved my hand up to his chest and began to rub his little nipples. They went instantly hard, like little pencil erasers surrounded by dime sizes aerioles and I had such a crazy urge to lick and suck them that it was hard to concentrate. Even at 12 he had the beginnings of a baby six pack and as I ran my fingers over the ripples he sighed in his sleep.
Moving down to his flat solid tummy I gently and affectionately began to rub it and suddenly I was aware of a stirring in his underwear. Laying there, his legs wide open, he was popping a boner just from my touching him. I smiled, boys were such horny little creatures, a fact that most adults deny, but ask any man about his boyhood and if he's honest he'll tell you he was hard most of the time.
Kris has the cutest little belly button. It's an outie unlike Jas' and the other boys' and I just couldn't help but touch it. I felt Kris squirm beneath me and I was afraid he was waking up, but I was too far gone to care at that point. If he woke up screaming at least I would know where I stood and it would be over.
But he didn't wake up screaming, instead he sort of moaned in his sleep and that only excited me more. I had this beautiful perfect boy beside me and I was not going to be content until I had touched his most secret places. I was shaking as my hand moved a bit lower touching the waistband of Kris's briefs and it felt as if I had been shocked. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. It was now or never. It was now.
Snaking my hand beneath the waistband of his underwear I moved it lower until I could feel the few wispy strands of his pubic hair. It was soft and perfect just like every part of this special boy and as my hand glided lower the edge of my hand bumped against the base of his erect boy stick. It was hot to the touch and so hard it felt stretched beyond it's limits somehow.
My breath was raspy and I felt as if I were intoxicated as I let my hand slide down until I found his little jewels. They were pulled up tight against his body, but my probing fingers identified each nugget and somehow that was important to me. I needed to know he was as perfect there as he was everywhere and I was not disappointed. Was that a moan from him as I rubbed his little marbles lovingly? I smiled, even in his sleep he was a little stud. His little pole was pulsing with every movement of my hungry hands and suddenly I wanted to feel all of him.
First I had to get rid of those undies, it had been one thing to hold them up with one hand while I explored with the other, but now I wanted full access to all that he possessed. I knew I was crossing over another line here, one it would be impossible to come back from, but I had lost all sense of right or wrong and I didn't care what happened to me as long as I got to touch this beautiful boy in every way possible.
I was aware that Kris was not truly asleep when I removed his undies. He not only didn't resist, but he actually assisted me by raising his cute little butt up to allow me to slip his undies down his long smooth legs. I swallowed hard, things had just moved to a new level. No longer was it about me, it was now about the boy beside me and I didn't want to do anything he didn't want.
The irony was, there wasn't anything this boy didn't want. He wanted it all. Once his undies were off his boyhood stood proudly at about 4" and cried out for my attention. At first I was satisfied just to touch it. I knew that these boys masturbated, I had heard enough bragging about that, but I didn't know if Kris or any of the others had ever done anything together. If I had been more attentive I would have known that answer was yes, but right then I assumed mine was the only only other hand that had ever touched his most private place.
He was moaning lowly and I was afraid he might wake one of the other boys, but looking around they all seemed to be sleeping peacefully so I proceeded. Grabbing his hard cock between two fingers I began to masturbate him. He squirmed a little and moaned again, but still he pretended to sleep. Was this his way of making it alright? I mean we've all been taught that adults shouldn't touch our privates and here was his best friend's dad wacking him off. I almost laughed at the absurdity of the situation, but I was too turned on to stop now. My own cock was hard and leaking so much the inside of my undies was like a sauna.
As much as I loved the feel of his cock in my hand what I really wanted was to taste him. I had been aware of his delicious boy odor the moment I had opened his underwear and his pheremones were so entwined in my olfactory glands that I was frantic to feel and taste his little cock in my hot hungry mouth.
Pushing all my worries and concerns aside, I lowered my face to his crotch and licked the end of his little guy causing him to moan and shiver. I loved the effect I was having on him and as I lowered my mouth onto his pole he jerked as if he had been electrocuted. He recovered quickly and instinct took over. Just as every man knows instinctively how to fuck, they also know how to fuck a mouth. He was raising up off the mat pushing his hot little cock in and out of my mouth so fast I scarsely had to move at all.
I knew these boys could come pretty quickly and I didn't want to happen just yet, so risking disappointing him I pulled off and began to lick his nut sack. He was shivering and panting and squirming, but I knew he liked it and I kept it up if only for my own benefit. His nuts were lovely and tasty and as I took both in my mouth at once he let out a little ahhhh sound and fell back down on the mat as if he had passed out.
My mind was racing, if this was the only chance I ever got with this boy, I wanted to do it all. Gently raising his legs I began to run my tongue down his crack just below his nuts until I finally made contact with his taint and then his pucker. He raised up as if I had rammed a red hot poker in him but then came back down and pressed his hot little hole against my mouth for me to worship.
And worship it I did. I can not describe the taste, the smell, the texture of his little puckered boy hole and if I had died at that moment it would have been with a big smile on my face. It was the most amazing feeling I have ever had in my life and I suspected it might be for him as well.
Eventually my tongue began to get numb and I felt it was time to wrap things up. Moving back up I took his cock in my mouth again. It tasted better this time and I suspected he might have produced some pre-cum while I was eating his little ass. I was a man on a mission now as I bobbed up and down on that hard boy spike and he thrust up to meet me. He didn't last long, I didn't think he would and when he came he shook again as if electrocuted then rewarded my efforts with a delicious although small load of his boy seed. I savored it for a long time, swishing it around my mouth to taste it as long as possible then swallowed it greedily.
He was spent and suddenly I realized I had come in my boxers filling them with my own load of hot man cum. I sighed. I had never been so satisfied sexually in all my life, not even with my wonderful and sexy wife. I felt a little sad, then I got over it quickly as I thought about what all this meant.
I found Kris's undies and slipped them on him, but this time he really was asleep and was no help. I managed to get them back on him and went off to clean up the gallon of cum in my boxers. I showered and changed into clean undies and returned to find Kris sleeping peacefully. I leaned low and kissed him gently and quickly on the lips then snuggled up against him and tried to sleep.
I was aware of Kris stirring and I pretended to be asleep but just as I had seen through his ruse, he saw through mine. Snuggling close to me he kissed my ear and whispered, "Thanks, I love you." Then he rolled over and went to sleep for real this time.
I think that was the best night's sleep I have had since my dear wife died and when I awoke the next morning there was my beautiful Kris laying there beside me looking like the angel that he was. As his eyes slowly opened he looked at me and smiled and I knew everything was going to be alright, maybe even better than before.
The End
Man, you just got to love dad, he's a real boy lover. He is only interested in the what the boys wants and loves his boys with all his heart. He would never knowingly hurt them and with him they are safe to explore their newly found sexual feelings. Who is next? Surely dad can't resist the other two now that he has tasted the forbidden fruit. And what of Jas, will his inbred fear of incest keep him from giving his own son what he craves the most, to be closer to his father? Who knows, do you want to know more? If so write me, this chapter is courtesy of all the positive emails I received wanting to hear dad's side of the story. Which do you prefer, the boy's side or the dad's? Let me know. I am all ears....lol.
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