Date: Mon, 26 Nov 2018 17:30:00 -0600 From: gwen uni Subject: Saviors and Sinners 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 Saviors and Sinners by Cutter09 My mom died of breast cancer when I was eight years old, leaving my father to raise me on his own. He was an attorney, and a brilliant one at that. He was quite respected in the community, well-off and single, yet he never dated again. Suddenly, when I was ten, Dad's childhood best friend, Burt, came to live with us. It seems he was recently divorced from a shrew of a wife and was given custody of their son, Allen. Burt and my dad seemed an odd pair to me. I mean, my dad was a slightly built, brilliant, quiet kind of guy. Burt, on the other hand, was built like a linebacker, boisterous, and not very bright. We had a roomy four-bedroom house, so sleeping quarters were not in short supply. Yet Burt insisted on Allen and I sharing a room. "He can keep you company," as Burt put it. I didn't think I needed company, but that day, Dad bought us bunk beds. We had a private bath to go along with the large room, and most of the latest games, toys, et cetera, to keep us busy. Allen was thirteen when they moved in, and at only ten, to me he seemed almost grown. Add to that, he was built like his father, and just as dumb. By the second night of sharing a room, Allen felt enough at home to walk around in his underwear while in our room. I had never been around teen boys, nor seen any in their underwear. I watched him moving about, his package seeming to have a life of its own. We even played checkers on the floor (although I wanted to play chess), all while he was nearly nude. He was not happy when I won both games and left to take a shower. The next night Allen demanded a rematch at checkers. "Let me get comfortable first," he said, and began undressing as I set up the board. I assumed he would get down to his underwear again, but while I waited sitting cross legged on the floor, his briefs came off, too. Right in front of me was the 'filling' from the package I had seen the night before. I was ten. I was small. He was almost grown. I had no knowledge of how much difference a little more than three years can make in a boy's development. Allen sat on the floor cross-legged on the other side of the checkerboard. I could only stare at his equipment. He had a patch of hair above his dick. His dick hung well past his large balls, the tip touching the floor. Although I was wearing shorts, I knew my little dick would merely rest on my small ball-sack, nowhere near touching the floor. My concentration went out the window, and Allen won the first game easily. I couldn't help it. I was watching his dick roll back and forth over his balls every time he leaned forward to make a play. The head trailed along the floor, which fascinated me. The second game, I won, but barely. Allen strutted around naked, his big dick swinging about, until he went for his shower. I admit I stared, I was so taken by the sight, and by the fact that he didn't have any qualms about someone seeing him that way. I had been waiting for the lights to be put out before even taking off my shorts. When I had showered, I had put my shorts back on before returning to the bedroom. Before Allen came along, I was used to just sitting around in my briefs, but now that I had a roommate, I wasn't inclined to do that. Especially not after seeing what was between his legs. Compared to his anaconda, mine was but a mere worm. The next night, Allen said, "You need to loosen up a bit. We're roomies now, we're gonna see each other naked. Might as well get used to it." He was right, I guess, but I was in no hurry for that to happen. "I'm gonna shower. Why don't you try to relax and get comfortable while I'm gone? That way I won't be around to see you take off your clothes." When I heard the shower running, I reluctantly undressed. When I looked in the long mirror on the closet door, and saw my little dick barely sticking out from my body, I put my briefs back on. "Well, it's a start," naked Allen said, when he saw my briefs. I dashed past him to take my shower. When I finished, I dashed straight to my bed and under the covers. I had the bottom bunk, so I was still able to see him strutting around naked. Somehow, though, I didn't mind watching. I just didn't want him to see me. When he was ready, he climbed up the ladder right in front of me, still naked. As he settled into bed, he said, "Damn, I forgot the light. Will you get it?" It was then I realized I had a stiffy. At least my back would be to him on the way to the light switch. So, I jumped up and ran to the switch. I flipped it off, then noticed the bathroom light was still on, also. My stiff dick would be evident as I went to the bathroom and turned off that light, too. I could only hope Allen wasn't watching. Of course, when I reached inside the bathroom door to turn off the light, I looked over, and his eyes were right on my tented undies. I was mortified. Now he knew I had a little dick. I could almost feel the smile on his face as I went back to my bed. I couldn't understand why I was still stiff though. There were three more days of his nearly constant nudity, and my avoiding his seeing much more than my briefs. Then the inevitable happened. Having a private bathroom, I never felt the need to lock the door. During my shower, I was rinsing the shampoo from my hair when I opened my eyes. Allen was standing at the toilet, peeing. But he was looking at me through the clear glass shower stall. I froze. He finished peeing but just stood there looking at me. After an eternity, I noticed movement, and glanced down to where his hand was stroking his hard dick. His tree-trunk cock was huge. My little twig got stiff. I turned away from him and eventually heard him leave the room. When I entered the bedroom, Allen was sitting at the desk playing on the computer. He was still naked, which didn't surprise me. He was hard and standing tall. That did surprise me. "Come here. I want to show you something." I walked over and he stood up. "Sit here." I sat, but my eyes were drawn to his jutting cock. He fiddled with the mouse, but I wasn't paying any attention. "What do you think about that?" At first, I thought he was asking what I thought of his dick. Then I turned toward the monitor. A video was playing. A video of a guy getting his cock sucked. I was somewhat aware that things like this occurred but had never witnessed it. I watched as the girl swallowed a dick that was almost as big as Allen's. I didn't know at the time that Allen was gifted. I only knew that I wasn't as gifted as him. I watched her pleasuring that stiff dick, and felt mine get stiff, too. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Allen's hard cock move closer to my face. I took a chance to glance sideways at it, mentally comparing it to the one on the screen. I thought how she would probably like doing that to Allen's instead of the guy she was doing. "So, what do you think?" Allen repeated. "Uh... yours is bigger," I stammered, without looking away from the screen. "I meant, do you want to give it a try?" he asked, as I felt him push it against my cheek. That's when reality set in. I shook my head no, but then Allen placed his hand on top of my head and turned it toward him. I tried to pull away, but he forced my head to him. His erection pushed roughly against my lips. I tried to tighten my jaws shut, and he just mashed his cockhead harder onto me until I thought my lips would get cut by my teeth. "Come on, open up. I saw you staring at it. I know you want to. Just give it a try." I didn't want to; or did I? Either way, I had to open my mouth or my lips would be ruined. So, I opened. Allen wasted no time in taking advantage and pushed into my mouth. "Watch out for your teeth," he said, as he slid in a few inches. When he hit my gag reflex, I pushed against his hips, trying to get him out of my mouth. He held my head tighter and began thrusting in and out; going just to the entrance of my throat then pulling back. He gripped my head with both hands, literally fucking my face. There was nothing I could do except ride it out. My hands went to my knees, as he used my mouth for his pleasure. When I relaxed, my tongue cradled his cock, causing him to moan. "Oh... that's good." Hoping to end my ordeal sooner, I used my tongue on him and added suction. He moaned louder and humped my face faster. After another minute, his thrusts became erratic. I felt his cock swelling even more. I knew something was going to happen, I just didn't know what. Then he gripped my head tighter and pulled me onto his cock, forcing it down my throat. I choked and tried to get away, but he held me tight. His cock throbbed, and my stomach heaved. It throbbed again, and I realized something was pumping down my throat. My eyes watered, my nose dripped, and his cock throbbed again and again. When it finally stopped pulsing, Allen withdrew his spent cock from me. I felt it slither from my throat and drag on my tongue on the way out. I reached for the tissue box on the desk, dried my eyes, and blew my nose. I looked up at him, ready to start yelling, and saw his eyes on my briefs. "I knew you wanted it," he said, grinning evilly. I looked down in horror and saw my stiff dick tenting my briefs. He swaggered triumphantly to the ladder and climbed into the top bunk. For the first time ever, that I could remember, my stiff dick kept waking me up. Every time I turned over or something, it was there. I slept very little worrying if somehow it had changed, or worse, I had. "Wake up sleepy head. Time for your practice," Allen bellowed, as he shook me. I opened my eyes to see him standing beside my bed, naked, erect, and waiting. "Go away. I don't want to do that." Allen reached down and grabbed my stiffy over the blanket. "Sure you do. Even your dick knows you want it. Now get up." I sat up on the side of the bed, and Allen sat beside me, his hard cock standing up in his lap. I looked at it, and he wiggled it at me. Then he placed his hand around my neck and leaned back on his other elbow, pulling my head down as he went. It was right in front of my face, its single eye staring at me. "Come on. You want to. Go ahead," Allen taunted. I didn't want to. He was being mean to me. He had almost choked me to death with it last night. His fingers tightened around my neck threateningly. So, I leaned in and took it into my mouth. Allen pushed my head down further, his tight fingers around my neck in warning. He set a rhythm of movement that I could tell he expected me to maintain. His hand stayed on my shoulder as I bobbed up and down on his thick cock. "Play with my balls," he grunted. I reached for them and discovered that they more than filled my hand. I pulled off his dick to look at them. They were the size of large eggs resting in a velvet pouch. I was again fascinated... that is, until Allen said, "Give them a lick, too." Never before had I considered licking someone's balls. Of course, I hadn't considered sucking a dick either. I licked his balls. Thankfully they were clean. "Now lick my dick." He was watching me as I licked up and down his cock and around the knob. "Mm, now suck it," he purred. He closed his eyes and moaned as I took his meat into my mouth again. I wanted this to be over. I swirled my tongue over his knob as I worked my mouth and hand on his cock. "You're getting good at that," Allen moaned. I don't know why, but I doubled my efforts to end it. I wanted him to finish so I could get away from him. He started bucking up at me, and his cock swelled more. I knew what it meant now, and was about to pull off, when he grabbed my neck again and forced me down. He pushed until his cock painfully entered my throat, again choking me with it. He spewed down my gullet, and I swallowed to keep from drowning. When it had stopped pulsing, but was still lodged in my throat, I realized he was no longer holding my neck. He had laid down when he started cumming. His hand was now on his chest. I pulled him out of my throat and gave it one last swirl of my tongue as it escaped my mouth. "Damn! That was good," Allen complimented. Then he got up, dressed, and left the room. I was still sitting on the bed when he walked out. I was pissed. He had forced me to suck his dick again, nearly choking me to death with his mutant cock and then just left without a thank you or anything. Well, he did compliment me. But I didn't like him or what he was making me do. I thought about telling my dad what Allen was doing to me, but the more I thought about it, the more I knew I just couldn't do it. Dad had gone into a big emotional slump when my mom died. Now that his best friend was around, he was much more chipper. He was happier than I'd seen him in a long time. I was stuck between a rock and a hard place (not to make a pun). Maybe I could talk Allen into leaving me alone. I spent most of the day trying to find the right words that would get through to him. When we went to our room that night, Allen casually undressed completely and lay back on my bed, his still limp cock expectantly staring at me through its single eye. "Look, Allen," I began, as I sat down beside him. "I really want us to be friends, but it's hard, uh, difficult to share a room with someone you barely know, and this isn't working for me." I looked down at his cock. That eye had followed me. Like one of those trick pictures whose eyes follow you around a room. It was staring at me, taunting me. "What isn't working?" "This whole situation. I mean, well... you hurt me when you forced it into my throat, I couldn't breathe. I thought I was going to die. Then you shot that stuff down my throat. I mean... you didn't even give me a choice. You just did it. You made me do something I didn't want to do." "You just didn't know you wanted to do it. I bet your dick is hard right now, isn't it? Go on, feel it." I wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of seeing me grab my dick. Besides, I knew he was right. My dick was hard. "It doesn't matter if it is or not. You forced me." "Ok, I won't force you. Do it on your own," he said, self-assuredly. I stood up and looked at him, then down at his dick. It was still taunting me; that all-seeing eye. I paced the room twice, then looked again. He was grinning at me. Then that eye winked. I swear it did, and it, it hypnotized me. The next thing I know, I'm on the floor between his legs, and that eye is in my throat, pumping its vile seed into me. I had taken him right down to his small pubic bush, and that evil eye was farther down my throat than ever. Allen's hands were locked behind his head. I had taken him without being forced. I pulled away but kept him in my mouth a little longer, letting the eye rest on the warm bed of my tongue. It showed its appreciation by drooling the last of its seed. "Mm... that was the best one yet. I guess you're right. I shouldn't force you to do something you do so well on your own." I ran to the bathroom. I couldn't think straight. I got naked and jumped into the shower. My dick was still hard. And what's worse, I could taste his cum. That snake had spit its venom onto my tongue, and now I was infected. I stood under the spray, crying. This was not the results I had wanted. I stood there a long time I guess. "Save some hot water for me." I opened my eyes to see Allen standing on the other side of the glass wall. I couldn't be any more humiliated than I already was, so I just grabbed a towel and stepped out. Allen took my place in the shower but didn't close the door. The water cascaded over his back as he watched me dry off. My stiff dick betrayed me, so I turned my back on him to dry my legs. As I bent over, Allen said, "The back is even better than the front." I didn't know what that meant, but I didn't like the sound of it, so I pulled on my briefs and left. I was sitting on my bed pretending to read when Allen came in. "Want to play checkers?" he asked. I didn't bother to look up at him. "No," I answered, as harshly as I could. "Something else instead of checkers?" "No." "Want more of this?" I looked up to find his cock staring at me again. It rose up as I watched, demanding attention. I scooted to the edge of the bed, planting my feet on the floor. Allen moved over in front of me without a word. I reached up and wrapped my fingers around it. It felt soft to the touch, but I could also feel the power it held. The hard energy beneath the soft skin. I examined the fat domed end, wondering how I had managed to swallow it. I tentatively took it into my mouth again, then placed my hands on his bare hips, and pulled him into his new home. My throat. I didn't feel any discomfort as it passed my gag reflex and continued down. I assumed the three previous times had cleared the path. I knew the head of his cock and that all-seeing eye were in my throat, and I felt a tingle in my little dick. I pulled back, took a breath and lunged forward again. I felt his cock twitch, like the head was declaring homestead rights. For some reason, I let go of his hip and took his hand, placing it on the top of my head. Allen got the message and began face-fucking me. I needed him to use my face as his personal whore. I quickly learned to take short breaths on the outstroke, as Allen cradled my head and took possession of me. "Oh, God. Here it comes. Drink it." He pushed in deep and held me there while the snake spit down my throat again. My dick tingled again causing me to moan around his cock. Allen eventually pulled his limp cock from my mouth, causing a smacking sound because I didn't want to let it go. The snake left me a little snack to roll around on my tongue before swallowing it. In the morning, Allen came to my bed and leaned against the wall as I went down on him. "Play with your dick while you suck me," Allen commanded. I was not familiar with that idea but did as I was told. It felt good, but my concentration was on the cock in my mouth, not the one in my hand. "You're such a good little cocksucker." My dick tingled at that. "Yeah, use your tongue just like that." My dick tingled even more. "Take it into your throat." More tingles. "Here it comes." His orgasm caused mine. I had my first orgasm ever, from sucking a dick. Of course it was dry, but really nice, and really taboo. That day I sucked him five times in all, not including the time I tried in the pool and almost drown. We decided it was safer to go to our room. The rest of the summer, I blew him at least three times a day, often four. Allen's favorite setup was with me lying on my back with my head hanging off the bed. His cock had a straight shot down my throat without having to bend. I liked it, too; he went deeper as he fucked my face, and I could play with my dick at the same time. I had gotten over my shyness and got naked any time Allen did. At night, in our room, his balls would be dancing over my nose as he fucked my face. He'd say nasty things to me which only turned me on more. Things like, "Play with your little dick while I fuck you." And, "You suck cock like a hundred-dollar whore." Or, "Be a good little girl, and I'll give you some cream." I turned eleven just before school started that fall. I was already ahead of my age group and was starting sixth grade instead of fifth. I was hoping to work hard enough to skip another grade, too. When school started, I was the smallest of my class, of course. The interesting thing was all those twelve-year-old boys trying to hide their growing boners. I wondered what their cocks looked like as they surreptitiously laid a book in their laps, or their arm across it. By then I knew that Allen's was bigger than most boys his age. Allen had turned fourteen. He was supposed to be starting eighth grade, but he had been held back (no surprise there) so was starting seventh instead. He was the largest kid in his class, in more ways than one. Even though I was sucking a big cock at home three times a day, I wanted to see what the other boys looked like. Especially Johnny Pendleton. He was so good looking, tall, with blue eyes accented by dark lashes and full, pouty lips. One day during class, I gave him a bottle of water. He thought it was funny to try to drink it without being caught by the teacher. He drank the whole bottle, so I handed him another. Just before the bell, Johnny slid his book off his desk onto his lap. I knew it was a sign that my plan was working. At the sound of the bell, he was the first one out of the classroom. I was right behind him. I saw him turn toward a remote bathroom and I entered soon after. He was dancing around in front of the urinal, trying to get his pants open before he wet them. When he succeeded, I stepped up to the one beside him. I looked down at his hard four-inch [10 cm] dick sticking straight out in front of him. I could see a few wispy hairs at its base. "Man, I really needed to go," Johnny admitted. "So I see," I said, purposely looking down at his dick again. He looked down at my equally hard, but not as big, dick. "I sometimes forget that you're younger than the rest of us." "Yeah. I have a lot of growing to do to catch up with that." He smiled at my compliment as he finished peeing. He shook off the last drops but stayed there letting me look at it. I guess he felt really big by comparison. That afternoon, as I was sucking Allen, I was thinking about Johnny. I wondered if he could cum, and what it tasted like. We had gotten into the routine of a morning blow job, an after-school blow job, and a before bed blow job. On weekends, we would work in one or two more. A few weeks into the school year, Allen got very horny one afternoon. "Come on, hurry up. I'm dyin here." "What's gotten into you?" I asked, as I finished undressing. "Shelley Bingham. She's driving me nuts. She's got the best rack in school." I laid down on my back as usual and offered him my throat. He didn't hesitate to slide his dick in and start a forceful rhythm. Then he started pinching my nipples. He'd never done that. "Your tits aren't like hers at all. Roll over onto your stomach." I rolled over and took his cock back into my mouth. His hand slid down my back and rubbed my butt. "Man, you have a fine ass though. I think it's even better than hers." I liked hearing that. He gave few compliments, so I enjoyed the ones I got. Suddenly, he pulled out of my mouth and turned me lengthwise on the bed. He jumped on my back and laid his cock in my butt crack. He humped me like a dog for a minute. "Stay right there," Allen said, and got off my back. I was a little disappointed because the humping was making my dick rub the bed and it was getting to feeling pretty good. He must have gone to the bathroom, because he returned with a jar of Vaseline. He slathered it all over my butt crack, dropped the jar, and jumped back on me. As he began sliding his cock along my crack, my dick rubbed the bed again. Allen then lay down on my back and actually slowed down his humping, but there was more pressure. He reached under me and gripped my shoulders, as his cock slid the entire length of my crack. "Man, this is nice! We should've done this a long time ago." I had to agree, it felt so good with my dick rubbing on the bed, and my crack getting attention too. I had never thought about my butt as a sexual thing, but it was really stimulating. I would miss having him in my throat, and tasting his cum, but this was great for something a little different. Allen stiffened and moaned. I felt his cum splattering my back and crack. He lay on me enjoying the afterglow, slowly sliding his cock along my crack. I'd had an orgasm, so I was enjoying it, too. I lifted my butt up slightly to give him better access. This allowed his cock to actually make direct contact with my pucker. That was really sensitive, too. He slid slowly over my opening several times before finally getting off my back. So now this was added to our sexual routine. Morning blow job, after school blow job, bedtime humping. My throat got the attention it needed. My belly got the cum it wanted. My ass got the stimulation it desired. All was good for a while. It was the Saturday before Christmas. Allen had gotten his morning blow job, but we all spent most of the day shopping. I had gone to our room to put away my purchases. Allen came in a few minutes later. "Get naked," he barked. I did as I was told, and when I saw him reach for the Vaseline, I rolled over onto my belly. He got in bed, greased my butt, then said, "Raise your butt up." When I did, Allen slid a pillow under my stomach. This was odd, but I thought it a good idea. I could get my butt hole stimulated and my dick would still be rubbing on the pillow. If this works for Allen, it should be great. He got on my back and began his slow humping. I was right, both my hole and my dick were stimulated. Then Allen started pausing with his cock-head right on my pucker, applying pressure, before slipping off and up my crack. After a while, I realized what he was trying to do. When his cock was poised at my entrance again and he applied pressure, I felt my hole give a little. He almost penetrated me. "Stop, Allen. I don't want to do that." "Sure you do. You just don't know it yet." He lifted his butt again, aligning his cock with my hole, and pushed. "I said no. I don't want to. I'll scream and my dad will come in and see you doing that," I threatened. "Scream all you want. Your dad is busy getting fucked by my dad. I've waited long enough." What? His dad is fucking my dad? But... but... "Oh, SHIT!" I yelled, as the fat knob of his cock popped inside. I tried to get away from the torturous invader, but Allen had a tight grip on my shoulders. "Dad said you were too little to fuck. I don't think you are, so we're going to find out." He pushed more of his cock into me. "No! Stop! It hurts!" Allen didn't listen and kept pushing. "Please, Allen. It really hurts." "Shut up. You'll get to liking it just like your dad. My dad's been fucking him since they went to school together." It all made sense now. Why else would my dad let them move in with us. And Dad seemed happier than any time since mom died. As that thought crossed my mind, I felt Allen's ball sack hit against mine. "You got it all. I knew you could take it." He drew back until just the head was still in me, then shoved in hard. "Ohh, FUCK!!!" "Yes, I am. Fucking you, that is," Allen laughed. "Uhn-uhn-uhn" I grunted, after every thrust of his cock. Fortunately, Allen didn't last long. "Your ass is so tight... I'm cumming." I could feel every pulse of his cock as he sent his cum into my bowels for the first time. Allen just let all his weight drop on me and lay there breathing heavily. I didn't try to move. I was drained, emotionally, as well as physically. I couldn't comprehend how my dad had gotten so hung up on something like this. It hurt and wasn't a bit enjoyable. I decided Allen must be lying. My dad wouldn't let some guy fuck him. But I just had. I could never face anyone again. I just knew everyone could tell I had been fucked. Allen's cock never went soft. Soon he was moving it in and out of me again. I didn't care. I was ruined anyway. My asshole burned, my insides ached, my little dick felt smaller than ever. I only grunted as he thrust in and out for what seemed like hours. He stiffened and shot a second load to join the first. When his cock receded, Allen withdrew from my abused butt. I saw him walk into the bathroom, his soft but still heavy cock swinging in front of him. I heard the water running in the sink, he was probably washing his cock. Then he came out and put on his underwear. I got up and pushed past him on my way to the toilet. I could see a smirk on his face as I ran by. Everything that was in me came out in the toilet. I assumed loosened by the pounding and the gallon of cum he sent up there. I could hardly bare to wipe my sore hole it was so painful. I cleaned up and went into the bedroom. Allen wasn't there. I crawled into bed and pulled the covers up over my head. I didn't want to face the world. I could only cry. I must have cried myself to sleep. Next thing I know, I feel Allen's hand on my butt-crack; he's applying Vaseline! I'm lying on my side and he's behind me. "NO! Please! Just leave me alone," I begged. "Shut the fuck up," he commanded, as his cock lined up with my entrance. He pushed steadily until I felt his pubes against my butt-cheeks. It didn't hurt as bad, but my hole was still burning, and I could feel a fullness in my belly. This time he went slowly; dragging most of the way out then pushing slowly back in. After a few minutes, he reached over my hip and took my little dick in his fingers. It was still soft. I just know I'll never get another erection ever again. I could only grunt as his big cock rearranged my insides. His hand flattened out over my dick and lower belly, I guess to hold me in place. I didn't try to get away. What was the point. I was getting fucked again and there was nothing I could do about it. He continued the abuse until he unloaded again. Then just held me tight against him and went to sleep. When I knew he was asleep and I was somewhat safe, I went to sleep, too. I don't know how long, but later he rolled me over onto my back and put my feet on his shoulders. It was dark in the room, but I didn't need to see to know what was coming. He entered me with little trouble, moving my hips up and down, basically using my butt to jack himself off. Somehow it was different. I hadn't noticed before, but his cock bumped something inside that sent a jolt of electricity to my nuts. After a few minutes, he put his hand on my dick. The little traitor was hard as a nail. "Mm, hmm. I thought so," he said accusingly. He lifted my hips and lay on top of me, putting my feet on his back. His head was on the pillow by my neck as he started to plow my ass. It wasn't ten seconds later I had an orgasm. My traitorous little dick spasmed for the next five minutes, all the while I just knew Allen was grinning victoriously. He emptied inside me again, rolled off, and spooned in behind me. Again, I cried myself to sleep. The next time he woke me, he insisted I get on my knees with my face in the pillow. He took me from behind, pounding pretty hard. The worst part was when he let go of my hips and told me to fuck myself on him. I was nearing my second orgasm of this round, so I did it. He shot his load in me, pushing me over the cliff, too. I collapsed onto the bed, and Allen came down with me. Breathing heavy in my ear, he kissed the back of my neck. "You're the best." Later, his cock was hard against my back. I reached behind me, lined it up and pushed back on it. I had lost, and Allen had won again. He knew it, too, as he fucked me to oblivion. Dad and Burt were sitting at the breakfast table talking and having coffee when Allen and I entered. It was afternoon, I had gone to my room at six the day before. Allen had fucked me for over eighteen hours straight. Allen went to get a glass of juice. Burt got up and walked over to him. Allen gave him a big smile, which Burt returned along with a pat on his shoulder. Allen set a glass of juice in front of me. "This will help you re-hydrate." "Are you okay, son?" Dad asked me. I nodded and took a sip of my juice. I hadn't really given it much thought, but Dad had said he was going to order us a pizza last night. Yet he never came to our room to announce the arrival of the pizza. He didn't check on us later when we didn't show up for the pizza. I was probably getting fucked for the second time while he and Burt ate. Allen had been in the bedroom in his underwear when I went in to the bathroom. When I had come out, thinking my ordeal was over, he hadn't been there, and I crawled under the covers of my bed. Had he gone out and eaten pizza with Burt and Dad? Did he tell them what he had done to me? Did they know he was going back to fuck me again? They didn't bother us this morning either. Weren't they concerned that I hadn't been heard from for hours? Allen had said that Burt was fucking my dad when he started on me. How did he know. Did he hear or see them, or just assumed it? He said they'd been fucking since they were in school together. Burt must have passed on that tidbit of information. He also told me that Burt thought I was too small to fuck. That means they had at least discussed it on some level. They knew! They both knew I had just been butt-fucked for eighteen hours. I could see it in their faces. Burt's look of pride at his manly son, and shit-eating grin at me. Dad's examination of my facial expression, and the look of shared sympathy. "Are you sure you're okay?" Dad asked again. To me it sounded more like 'Welcome to the 'dick-up-your-ass' club.' I nodded again, and Dad ruffled my hair. Yeah, they knew. And for some reason, my dick got hard. I wondered if they knew about the blow jobs, too. They probably did. You don't run before you learn to walk. Strangely, a case of disposable enemas appeared on my bathroom counter the next day, too. So, our routine changed again. Mornings and after school were for blow jobs. But nights, they were for fucking. Lots of fucking. Teens are horny, but Allen took it to a whole new level. He was insatiable. Some mornings he didn't get his blow job because we were late getting up; he'd kept me up late, fucking. Okay, I admit that sometimes I was just as anxious to get his big cock in me, as he was to get it there. One night, a scene in a movie got to me. I stood, grabbed Allen's hand, and dragged him off to the bedroom. I could hear Burt and my dad laughing behind us, and Burt saying, "He's just like his dad." When school started again after Christmas break, I came home to find the bunk beds gone, and my king size bed back in its place. It was much more comfortable than the bunk beds. Roomier, too. If it had stayed in the room to begin with, I probably would have gotten fucked sooner. "I thought you would like it better," Allen said. Had he gone to my dad and said, "The bunk bed's too small for me to fuck him good." Well, whatever. It was more comfortable, and I did get fucked a lot on it. At the end of the school year, Allen passed seventh grade, barely, and I was given the option of taking a math class during the summer. If I passed it, I would skip seventh and go to eighth grade. I would catch up with Allen scholastically, if not in penis size, which item, by the way, had grown. Of course, I did, too, but was nowhere close to his size. He would give me shit about taking time out of our busy sex schedule to study math. Not that he didn't get plenty, he did. He just liked taunting me. When school started, I was on the fast-track to college. He was looking at a future of flipping burgers at McDonald's. He also flipped me. He had finally made me cum for the first time. In ninth grade, he fucked Shelley Bingham. In ninth, for the second time, he was caught smoking marijuana behind the gym. Tenth grade, he dropped out. I graduated valedictorian; Allen left home. I admit I was a little hurt when he told me he was fucking Shelley. After all, I had been taking pretty good care of him. But he still fucked me, too. One person would be hard pressed to keep up with him. For the first time in my life, I had to masturbate. I knew how to, of course, but my sexual needs were being met at night when Allen would ride me to at least one orgasm, usually two. My academic life at Harvard was great, my social life not so much. I graduated with honors, did a two-year stint at a large law firm in New York, then took a position in my dad's firm. Dad retired five years later, and I took over. Over the next couple of years, I would occasionally hear from Allen, usually when he needed help of some kind. The first was a minor possession charge. I referred him to one of the young lawyers in our criminal section, who billed me. I told my secretary to handle his calls and pass it on to someone else. I didn't want to talk to him. Of course, he called for money occasionally, too. *** One sunny Saturday afternoon, I answered the insistent doorbell, ready to give some salesman a piece of my mind. I threw open the door, and my face fell, my heart stopped, and my dick rose, all at once. "I hate to do this, but I don't have any choice," Allen said. He must have read my expression of shock so he continued, "I'm in a bit of a jam, and I need to leave him somewhere I know he'll be safe." Him? That's when I saw the boy beside Allen. "His mom bugged out on us a couple of years ago, but you knew that." I did? I don't think I did. I didn't even know Allen got married, much less had a son. "What are you talking about? What kind of jam?" "I owe some guys money. If I don't pay them... well, I really have to pay them." "How much?" I asked, reaching for my wallet. "A hundred grand." "A hundred thousand dollars? I'm not loaning you that much money." "I'm not asking you to. I just need to leave him with you till I can straighten this out." I looked at the boy. Good looking kid, sandy hair in need of a cut. Big eyes peering through me. He wasn't built like his father, just a normal looking boy, not a linebacker. "What's his name?" I asked, still looking at the boy. "He's named after his Godfather. Kent." Allen said with a smile. My eyes teared up a bit. I turned to the boy and extended my hand. "Hi Kent. I'm your Godfather." "I have to run. I'll be in touch," Allen said. "Wait! What if something happens? Like I need to take him to a doctor. How will I get in touch with you?" "Don't you read any of the paperwork you sign? You have custodial rights in my absence, and power of attorney." "My secretary signs all that shit." "I know it's a lot to ask, but I'm really up shit creek right now." "Okay, okay. He can stay a while." "Great. Now... by chance... could I borrow a few bucks?" I shook my head as I handed over the four hundred I had in my wallet. "I'll be in touch," Allen said. Then he was gone. "Uh... would you like something to drink?" Kent nodded. "Ellen!" I yelled for my housekeeper. A rather rotund woman showed up, looking surprised to see a boy standing in our entryway. "Will you get young Kent here a Coke, please?" "Yes, Sir... did you say Kent?" "This is my godson. Kent, meet Ellen. Best cook in the county." "Sir, dinner will be ready in about an hour." "Set another place but bring him the drink anyway. I'm sure he's had a long hot drive." Leading him into the living room, I offered him a seat on one of the sofas. He still hadn't said a word but looked around at the large room. "So, uh... what has your father told you about me?" I asked, trying to size up the boy. "Just that you've been friends for a long time." "Friends? Well, that's one way of putting it." He was still inspecting the place. "Is something wrong?" "Well, to be honest, most of my dad's friends don't have very nice houses. When he told me that I was going to stay with a friend, I didn't expect much. He said you were different. I guess he was right about that." His voice had that willowy, preteen, tenor to it. My eyes dropped to his lightweight shorts. I couldn't see any definition, but the basket looked full. "How old are you?" "Twelve, almost thirteen." "Oh? When's your birthday?" "August fourth." Shit. Same as mine. Maybe that's why Allen named him Kent. But I doubt it. Allen never remembered my birthday, even when we lived together. Although he did give me a few good birthday fucks. "You're about a year younger than your dad was when I met him." "He told me your fathers were boyhood friends," he said, looking confused. "Yes. That's true. But they drifted apart for a while, then reconnected after my mother died. That's when I first met your father." I walked over to the fireplace and took down one of the two pictures that graced the mantle. It was taken in Catalina. The four of us had gone out on a chartered fishing trip. "That's your grandfather, my father, your dad, and me," I said pointing out each person in the picture. "That's a lot of fish!" Kent exclaimed. "Yeah. That was a fun trip." I remembered the night after the picture was taken. Our hotel room had two beds. Dad and Burt shared one, Allen and I the other. When Allen spooned in behind, and slid his cock into me, it woke me up. I hadn't expected him to fuck me in the same room with our dads. I let out a loud moan. I quickly opened my eyes to see if I had awoken the occupants of the other bed. The room was dark, but I could make out Burt's mane of hair, and large frame. I couldn't see my dad at all, but I could see the bed covers moving up and down. That's when I realized, I wasn't the only one moaning. I turned my face to the pillow, trying to stifle my sex sounds. "Don't worry. It'll only make them hotter to hear you." Allen whispered in my ear. Then gave me several deep hard thrusts. "Oh... Oh... Oh... Oh... " I all but yelled. I saw Burt's head turn toward me and smile as he did the same to my dad. That memory had served as motivation for many a masturbation session. During dinner I tried to find out more about the boy. What I uncovered was as I had suspected. Mostly trailer park trash lifestyle, druggy friends, brushes with the law. None of which was about Kent. He seemed to be a nice young boy. Surprisingly so considering how he grew up. I would say something like, "Yeah, that's the Allen I know," and the boy understood he had nothing to hide from me. He was very candid, and honest, without being vulgar. Difficult to do when one is talking about Allen. After Ellen had cleaned the kitchen, she said her goodbyes and made an exit. That left Kent and I to fend for ourselves the rest of the evening. "Would you like to watch TV?" I asked him. "Not really; I prefer to read. But could I ask where our room is?" "Our room?" "Father said I would have to share a room with you, but it would probably have a private bath so we wouldn't be sharing it with anybody else." This caused me to pause. Surely Allen didn't really think I had a one-bedroom house. I earn five times what my father earned, and he had four bedrooms. Of course, we only used two. Burt's words came back to me, He can keep you company. Was Allen suggesting Kent keep me 'company'?" "What else did he say?" I inquired. "He said you two shared a room for years, and not to worry because you were an excellent roommate who didn't snore." "Well, I probably snore some now. Have you ever shared a room with anybody?" "No. I've never even had a sleepover at a friend's house." "Okay. Right this way." I led him to 'our' room. It's a bit over the top, because I have only myself to please. The suite has a sitting area with two sofas and two chairs, with a huge flat screen TV mounted on the wall. I don't drink much alcohol, so there isn't a bar, but there is a mini-fridge for water and sodas. There is also a home office area, large desk, computer station, bookshelves. Then there's the king-size bed with all the things one needs in a bedroom. The suite is huge taking up nearly half the upstairs area. I showed him on through to the bathroom, also over the top, and then to the closet on the other side of the bathroom. The closet is fifteen [4.5 m] by twenty [6 m] alone. "There is plenty of room to hang your clothes in here, and you can have these three drawers," I pointed out. "Um... we left in a hurry. I didn't have time to pack anything." I had been so shocked to see them at my door, I hadn't noticed that he didn't have a suitcase with him. "Well, we'll just have to take you shopping, won't we?" I said, going back into the bedroom. "May I shower? I've never seen one like that." "Sure. If we're to be roommates, you don't have to ask. Just go shower if you want." He reentered the bathroom, then paused. "Uh... where's the door?" Like I said, I had no one to please except myself. I had the house built for just me. I didn't need a bathroom door. "There isn't one." "You don't have a bathroom door?" "Never needed one. There's only been me here, so who am I locking out?" "Uh... yeah, I guess you're right." Kent went back into the bathroom, then slowly crept out, looking to see how much could be seen from the bedroom. "You can shower first. I'll wait," he said, standing at the foot of the bed. "Ok. I'll be right back. Make yourself at home." Having lived in the house several years, I know how much of the bathroom can be seen from the bed. I stepped out of his field of vision, undressed, and got into the shower. I'm still trying to figure this situation out. How much did Allen tell his son about me? About us? Why would Allen want his son to share my bed? There is no explanation for that one. I got out to dry off, then went into the closet to don a pair of boxers. Kent was sitting on the foot of the bed when I left the bathroom. "Your turn," I said, as I pulled back the covers on the bed. By the time Kent had finished in the bathroom, I was lying in bed reading some trashy novel. "Sir, could you turn out the light, please?" The only light on was the lamp on my side of the bed. I laid the novel down and doused the light. Kent peeked out to be sure the light wasn't on, then turned off the bathroom light and dashed to the bed. He's as shy as I was when Allen first moved in with us. I had to give him a hard time. "What are you wearing?" I asked in the dark. "Uh... underwear." "You didn't bring any clothes, right?" "Yes, Sir." "So, you took a shower to get clean, then put on dirty clothes? Doesn't sound very smart." "I... I... um." "And now you're wearing dirty underwear in my bed?" "Sir... I... " "I'll let you slide this time but don't let it happen again." "Yes, Sir. I'm sorry." Kent woke up before me and I found him in the living room looking through the bookshelves. "Most of those are a little over your head," I pointed out. "No, Sir. Most of them I've read." "Your father has classic novels?" I asked in shock. "No, Sir. I spend a lot of time at the library." "I see. Well, today is Ellen's day off. We'll have to fend for ourselves. I probably have some cereal, or if you prefer, I know we have oatmeal." After his cereal, we went shopping. He was surprised when I drove past the Walmart and went to the mall instead. At one of the well-known popular teen stores, I turned him loose to get what he wanted. He came back to me with a tee shirt and pants, probably the cheapest in the store, which he'd taken from a sales rack. "Is this okay?" he asked. "Are you planning to leave tomorrow?" "Uh, no." "Do you plan to wash those every day?" "No." "Then I suggest you get more. A lot more, because Ellen only does laundry once a week. And stay away from the sales rack. Those are clothes nobody else wanted." Two hours later we left the store laden with as much as we could carry. Then we went to my cell phone provider's store and got him a phone and a pad. "What's this for?" Kent asked. "That's called a 'phone'. It's used to communicate with people," I answered in mock tones. "Duh... I know that, but... " "If you don't want it, I can take it back." "No... no, that's okay. I can probably find a use for it. One can never have enough paper weights," he said, smiling at me. The kid had a sense of humor. "You can use the pad to find books you want to read." "Why are you being so nice to me?" "You're my godson. I have a lot of birthdays and Christmases to make up for." As he was hanging up his new clothes in the closet, I heard, "Oh, crap." "What's wrong?" "I forgot to get underwear." "Look in the blue bag. I got you some from another store while you were in the changing room." "Thanks. You're the best godfather ever." He came out a few minutes later. "What are boxer briefs?" "Well, they fit kinda like briefs, but have legs like boxers. They kinda look like tight shorts but are supposed to be really comfortable, like you're not wearing anything." "You got me like ten of them." "I couldn't decide which color would look best on you. Besides, Ellen only does laundry once a week, and I don't want dirty underwear in my bed." "Look best?... uh... " "Kent. We're gonna be roommates. I'll tell you what your dad told me years ago. At some point, we're gonna see each other naked. I was shy like you are, but I got over it. When you get into high school, you'll have to take showers with a bunch of guys." "You've seen my dad naked?" I had to chuckle. "Oh yeah. Many times. And he is three years older than me. Imagine what that was like for me when I was ten or eleven, and he was fourteen." I could see him mulling that over in his mind. "Also, if you go to bed right after a shower, your pillow gets wet. Last night you didn't wash your hair. Tonight, you need to." "Can I use your blow dryer?" "Of course," I answered. The rest of the day was uneventful. Kent seemed to feel pretty good about himself in his new clothes. He looked damn good, too. I lay in bed and heard the blow dryer turn off. "Are the lights off?" Kent called from the bathroom. "All but my lamp." "Uh... okay." He darted from the bathroom and jumped into bed. I didn't want to scare him so I didn't bother to look up. I only noticed a white streak as he ran. "Did you put on clean underwear?" "Yes. You're right, it's like not wearing anything." "That's what I prefer." "But you're wearing boxers." "Yeah. I mean I prefer not wearing anything." Kent slid closer to me. "What are you reading?" "It's the latest Law Journal. I doubt you'd be interested." He lay quietly for a moment, then got out of bed. I saw his white underwear disappear into the shadows toward the sitting room. A moment later he reappeared carrying his pad. I got my first glimpse of his package, covered by the white briefs. It looked fuller than I expected. Kent climbed in and scooted over to lay right beside me. His body touching me lightly in several places. He must have downloaded a book while I was in the shower. He started reading, holding his pad up towards his face. "This is nice. Kinda relaxing," he commented a little later. "Yes. I think so, too. What are you reading?" "A novel by Patterson," he answered. Then moved his head to my pillow. "My dad doesn't like to read. I'm glad you do." "I know. And I'm glad you do, too." Another long silence, then Kent said, "Could you put this on the nightstand? I'll start the next chapter tomorrow." He handed me his pad, I laid it and my journal down and turned out the light. He put his head on my shoulder, and I placed my arm around him. "Is this okay?" he asked in the dark. "It's perfect." "What did you mean about when you were ten and eleven and my dad was older?" "Well, most teenagers are more... developed than a ten-year-old. When boys get to be about your age, their bodies change a lot." "You mean puberty?" "Yeah. Well I wasn't as developed as your dad, and I was already shy. It was really embarrassing for me." "I see what you mean. That's how I feel, too. I'm just a kid and you're an adult." "Well, I promise there's nothing to worry about. I'm sure you're probably more developed than I was when I was only ten. I remember the first time I saw your father naked. He already had hair and everything. I was bald as a billiard ball. And it was three years before that changed." "Yeah. That's part of it. I mean, you're grown, while I've only got about four hairs." "Really? That's more than I had. Also, mine was like a baby's by comparison. But Allen... got me relaxed enough to finally not worry as much." "How'd he do that?" "I don't think he would appreciate me telling you that." "Aw, c'mon, I'm your godson, remember. And we're roommates now. We should share secrets." "Hmm. I guess you're right. Well, to be honest, he touched me." "He... My dad touched you down there?" Kent asked in shock. "Yes, but only over my underwear." "What did you say?" "Nothing. I was really embarrassed, because I got stiff." Kent laughed. "I bet that was embarrassing." "It was. No one had ever seen me naked or even in my underwear, much less with a stiffy. And at only ten, it was nothing to brag about." "Mine was real little when I was ten, too." "Well, I'm sure it's grown some since then." "Yeah. So, when did he see you naked?" "Soon after that. He was sleeping naked and so I did too." "In the same bed?" "Yes." "So... like... in the morning, would he be hard?" "Yep. It seemed like your father was hard all the time," I laughed. Kent laughed too, then said, "So that's where I get it from." "From him, and your age. Puberty can be a bitch." "Did my father... uh, never mind. Good night, Godfather." I expected him to roll away from me, but he stayed there with his head on my shoulder. I awoke later when I felt him drooling on my shoulder. I was about to nudge him, when I realized he was now lying on his side, and I could feel his cock pressed against my hip. It had been a long time since I felt something like that. The last person to share my bed had been his father. I couldn't tell for sure but it seemed he was packing a nice piece. I just went back to sleep and let him drool on me. Kent was already up and dressed when I woke at seven. "What time does Ellen get here?" he asked. "She's off on Mondays, too. We'll get breakfast on the way in to the office." "I get to go to your office with you?" "Yep. By the way, I like your new clothes. You look great." His smile lit up the room. "Thanks, Godfather." "Godfather seems so formal." "But, 'Kent' seems like I'm talking to myself." "Then call me K, or something else." "How about Roomy?" "That works." At the office I introduced him to my secretary. "So, this is the godson I did all that work for." "Yes. Now that you mentioned it, tell me about it." "It was all pretty standard stuff. Dawson handled Allen's criminal cases, Barns handled the family matters. I thought the name change a bit odd, but you said for me to take care of Allen's affairs." "Allen changed his name?" "No. He changed Kent's last name to yours and added Junior to it." "And you didn't think I would want to know about that?" I asked, my voice going up ten decibels. "I'm sure I mentioned it, but like every other time I mentioned Allen you just barked at me to handle it," she said in defense. That was believable. Kent looked confused, his face blank and pale. "I don't have court today. Cancel my appointments. I'm going home. I'll call you later." At home I made an espresso and poured in some Irish whiskey. "Is something wrong?" Kent asked. "Yes! It's too early for straight Scotch. That's what's wrong," I growled at him. His face instantly turned red and tears came to his eyes, and he charged out. I sat the untouched coffee on the counter and went after him. I found him on our bed, face down. His shoulders were heaving with sobs. I sat on the edge of the bed and rubbed his arm. "I'm sorry, Kent. I didn't mean to yell at you." "No. I'm sorry. I'm sorry my dad is such a dick," he said, sitting up. I handed him some tissues from the box on the nightstand. He blew his nose then looked at me. "You've been so nice to me. Then he had to piss you off. I'm sorry he did whatever he did." "I don't blame you. He's always been that way." "What did he do anyway? What did all that mean?" "I think it means he's not coming back. I'm sorry." "So, he tricked you into taking care of me? He's such a dick!" "He is a dick alright," I agreed, my mind flashing to that part of his anatomy. "I know you didn't want me here. I'll leave, and you can get back to your life," he said, getting out of bed. "You'll do no such thing. He covered his bases and made sure I'd be responsible for you. But even if he hadn't, I'd still like you to stay. I like having a roommate." Kent threw his arms around my neck. "Thanks, Roomy." Then he kissed my cheek. That night after he blew his hair dry, I heard, "Will you turn off the lamp?" I turned it off, and he made a mad dash to the bed. "I thought we were past that," I pointed out. "We are. I'm just shy." "Then how are we past it if you're still too shy for me to see your underwear?" "Umm... You can take off your boxers." "I can? Does that mean you're naked?" "Yep. See, I told you we were past that." "I guess that is a major step," I said, as I dropped my boxers off the side of the bed. "Your dad and my grandfather were roommates, right?" "Yes. They had been friends when they were your age." "But they were roommates when you and my dad were, right?" "Yes." I could feel him roll over and face me. "So?" he asked. "What?" "Be honest with me. I'm not stupid. Were they lovers?" "Yes." "Did that bother you?" "I didn't know it at first. I found out later," I said honestly. "How much later?" "A few months. Your dad told me." "That's cold. He really was a dick. You were still ten?" "I was eleven by then. Yes, he was quite a dick." "But you two were already sleeping together naked by then, right?" "Yes." "If I ask you something really personal, will you answer honestly?" Kent prodded. "Depends on the question." "You told me that he touched you to get you to relax around him. Did he do anything else? I mean, he's a big guy, and he was a teenager, you were just ten. Did my father force you to do other things?" "Yes." "I thought so. I'm sorry. I think that's why I'm a little shy. He always looked at me funny, you know what I mean?" "But he never did anything?" I couldn't see his face, but I knew he was lost in thought. "No... why do you think he brought me to you? It doesn't make sense. He told me I'd have to share your room, when obviously you have other rooms. And he's not coming back, so he basically gave me to you." "I'm sure he must have his reasons." Kent was quiet for a while. Then, softly, he said, "If I told you I was still feeling shy, would you try to relax me?" "I'm not sure." "K, I'm not a little kid, and you're not forcing me, if I ask." I tentatively reached over and touched his cock. Damn! He's as big as his father was at fourteen. "No, you're definitely not a little kid." I stroked his hard cock in the dark, mentally visualizing every bit of it. "Mm, is this how he relaxed you?" "No. He never did this for me." "He didn't? I will," Kent said. Then I felt his hand on my dick. He scooted closer and stroked me as I stroked him. After a minute, I pulled his hand off, and ducked under the covers. It was even darker under there, but I didn't need light to find what I was looking for. I'm barely average at around six inches [15 cm], but Kent put me to shame. At his age, he was already a little longer and noticeably thicker. I was only ten the first time I sucked his father. I've grown up since then, so Kent didn't quite have enough for a thorough throat choking. But he certainly reached in a bit. Kent began moaning as soon as my lips were around him. I assumed he could cum, and I intended to taste it. I buried my face against his pubis, then started going for gold. His hand went to the back of my head, and I had flashbacks of his father forcing me onto his cock. Kent didn't force me, he really didn't need to, but he probably wouldn't anyway. He caressed my head lovingly as I drew him ever closer to the edge. "You... better... I'm gonna..." he panted. Music to my ears. His whole body stiffened. His fingers gripped my hair. "Ughnn... Ughnn... ," several times he grunted out his pleasure. Manna from heaven poured into my mouth. I devoured it with passion. My first taste of cum in years, and it was that of an angel. I made sure not to leave any behind, before I pulled away from him. "So, my father did that for you," Kent said, when he'd calmed down. "Nope." "He didn't? But you did it for him?" "Something like that. We'll talk more tomorrow. Get some sleep." He curled up with his head on my shoulder. I could feel his young body against mine. I guess he got over his shyness. I woke early, with Kent still in my arms. His rigid cock pressed against my hip. I couldn't resist peeking. I lifted the cover and looked at one of the most beautiful creatures to ever walk the earth. His sublime body was curled up to mine. Flawless skin, smooth flat tummy, I could only partially see his cock, but what I saw was as impressive as it was beautiful. "Well?" Kent whispered. He had caught me peeking. "Incredible. Absolutely stunning." I answered honestly. Kent raised the cover to look at me. "Mm. Not bad... for an old godfather." "Remind me to hurt you later. Right after I suck your beautiful dick again." I threw the covers off and dropped my face to his groin. Kent rolled onto his back as I took him into my mouth. We locked eyes as I swallowed him to the root. He never took his eyes off me as I pleasured him. Just from his face, I could tell he knew I was enjoying it as much as he was. I cupped his hairless balls as his cock knocked at the back of my throat. "Oh Jesus. Don't stop. I'm gonna cum, K?" He gave me what I wanted, then watched as I nursed him to a second erection, and orgasm. I drew off, and looked over his spent cock, up his torso, to his smiling face. "You seem to have gotten over your shyness." Kent giggled. "Yeah, I guess I have." "We should get up. Ellen will be here soon." I told him. "Wouldn't we hear her when she came in the front door?" Kent asked, as he reached for my dick. "Maybe not. Let's not find out." I said, giving him a push toward the edge of the bed. When he stood, and I could really take a good look at him. My heart almost stopped. He was truly gorgeous. His large cock seemed even larger on his petite frame. Ellen did come in a short time later, and I explained that I was taking a few days off to be with my godson. "It's about time you did something with family or friends," she replied. "What did she mean by that?" Kent asked later. "I don't get out much. I'll explain it to you someday." We went swimming in my pool. Kent wore baggy board shorts, and I said I needed to buy him a speedo. "Why? If Ellen wasn't here, I wouldn't be wearing anything," he said teasingly. My mind saw it, my dick responded. I was hard instantly. Five minutes after Ellen left, Kent dragged me to our room. Not that I put up too much of a fight. We got naked and in bed. Kent reached for my dick as I reached for his. After only a minute, I swooped down to take him into my mouth. Now that his shyness wasn't a factor, he really seemed to enjoy being nude and allowing me to explore his body. He responded to everything I did with moans and hip thrusts, all while watching my every move. He yelled out his pleasure with abandon, as his cum shot into my throat. When I finally let his spent cock slip from my mouth, Kent reached for mine, then started to move toward taking it in his mouth. "You don't have to do that," I pointed out. "Why won't you let me do something for you, too?" "I'm just not used to it." Kent looked at me strangely. "My father never touched your dick? He didn't blow you?" "No." "Did he do anything for you?" "Not really." "He lived with you for five years. What did he do all that time?" "Well... nothing, really, for me... more like for him. I learned to enjoy his... pleasure. Not as much as I like doing that for you though. I really love doing it for you. He didn't give me a lot of choice." "So, he did something else, too, didn't he?" I nodded. "What? What did he do?" I didn't answer. I didn't want to tell him that his father raped me. I didn't want to explain how after repeated rapes, I had begun to like it. I didn't want to admit my shame of often instigating it myself, thereafter, either. But Kent is a smart kid. He could read my face. "He raped you, didn't he?" I nodded again. "Tell me about it." He was being sincerely sympathetic, so I told him the whole sordid story. From the first blow job, right through to Allen leaving. "He raped you for eighteen hours? When you were only eleven and he was fourteen? Someone should cut his dick off." "People might think the same of me if they saw us together like this," I pointed out. "First of all, you haven't forced me to do anything. Secondly, if you hadn't done something, I eventually would have asked you to. Pretty soon, too. I really like you, and like what we're doing." He paused to look at me. Then he reached for my dick again. "One thing, though; I'm not my father. I want to do everything with you. I want you to do everything with me, too. If you suck me, I want to suck you, too. If we... do anything else, we do it to each other." Not a minute later, Kent gave me my first blow job ever. The kid's a natural. I thought the top of my head was going to come off. He swallowed my load without hesitation. "Now, do you want to tell me what Ellen meant by what she said?" he asked, as I tried to regain my strength. "Remember the picture I showed you, the fishing trip? That night your father fucked me while we were in the same room with your grandfather and my dad. They were in one bed, and we were in another. I had suspected they knew what Allen was doing to me, and maybe were even complicit with it. That night it was confirmed. Your grandfather did my father while Allen did me. Your grandfather watched and smiled the whole time. "When your dad moved out, your grandfather decided it was his turn to get some young ass. Mine. I don't know if it was because Dad was jealous, or if it was his belated attempt to protect me, but my father threw him out. After that, my father was always pretty cold toward me. "After I graduated from Harvard, I worked for a few years somewhere else. Then one day my dad called and asked me to work for him. I thought it was a chance to rebuild our relationship, so I moved back. Over the next few years, about the only time we talked was about the firm, or some case one of us was working on. Then he decided to retire, handed me the keys, and I haven't really spoken to him since." "What about friends?" Kent asked. "I was always ahead of my age group in school, so I didn't make many friends. No one wanted to hang out with the young nerd. Since I've been back, I've been too busy working." "You don't have any friends? Never go anywhere?" "Well, I guess my employees are friends. They invite me to weddings and parties, but I never go. I usually just send a gift. I do attend our annual office Christmas party, though." "How much money do you have?" "Now that is a personal question you should never ask anyone. But if you must know, it's a lot. Actually, it's a hell of a lot," I laughed. "What good is it doing you if you don't enjoy it? You need to get out more, be with friends. Maybe travel, go somewhere you've always wanted to go. When was the last time you had a vacation?" "The closest thing to a vacation I've ever had was that fishing trip. And we know how that turned out." "You're going to work yourself into an early grave," Kent said, with obvious concern in his voice. I looked into his eyes. "Until now, I've had no reason to worry about that." He was right, though. I decided then and there to do something about it. The next morning, after a delightful sixty-nine, we went to a motorhome dealer and picked out the nicest one they had. The price tag was steep, but it had everything we needed. It would be a few weeks before I could get away from work and I spent that time learning to handle that road hog. Then, as soon as I could manage it, we were on our way to see the country. Two days after we left, I woke up in bed alone. I smelled cake baking and stumbled to the kitchen. "Happy birthday, Godfather!" Kent said, holding out a chocolate cake to me. My birthday was never special to me, but it was also Kent's birthday as well. "Shit. I forgot all about it. I'm sorry, Baby. What would you like for your birthday?" "You've done enough for me; you don't have to buy me anything. But there is something I'd like." He put his arms around me and whispered, "I'd like you to take me to bed and fuck me." "Only if you return the favor." I truly enjoyed being inside him, but we quickly learned that we both preferred me being on the bottom the most. We sucked and fucked our way across the country and returned home in time for the beginning of school. That first week, Kent brought home Cameron. A blonde beauty with the cutest dimples and nicest butt I've ever laid eyes on. I laid eyes on it that weekend when he spent the night, and I walked in on Kent pounding his cock in and out of it. I can't say I wasn't slightly hurt, but I really didn't expect Kent to be a lifelong mate either. Cameron spent many weekends with us. When he wasn't around, Kent slept with me. The following summer, Cameron and his widower father were invited to go with us on an R.V. trip. That first night we were stopped at a state park alongside a beautiful river. The boys decided to go swimming. Cameron's father, Ron, was just as surprised as I was when they stripped out of their clothes and went skinny dipping. "Those are two beautiful kids we have," Ron exclaimed, when we were treated to their nudity. "Yes, indeed," I agreed, as I adjusted my hardening cock inside my shorts. The boys implored us to join them, and with a shrug to each other, Ron and I stripped. Jesus! What a cock on that man. Kent and Cameron openly groped each other right in plain view of us. "They really get along well, don't they," Ron observed. I took a big chance and moved my hand toward his crotch under the water. I could play it off as an accident if necessary. He didn't move away or react negatively, so I wrapped my fingers around the biggest cock I've ever touched. Later that night, I had that cock in my bowels planting its seed. For the rest of the trip, I was sure to park out of sight, because that R.V. spent a lot of time rocking back and forth with the activity of one teen couple and one adult couple. I later learned that Kent and Cameron had planned the whole thing to get Ron and I together. The boys were inseparable through high school. They went away to different colleges. Eventually Kent married a sweet young girl. Cameron, well, he's definitely a bottom like me. He is with his college football team's quarterback. Ron and I are still together. Kent was my savior. I have no doubt that I would have spent the rest of my days alone had he not come along. Or maybe it was Allen who saved me by bringing Kent into my life, to make up for his life of sin. The End Thank you for taking the time to send feedback to the author. Do you enjoy having access to all the great fantasy material and also having a place to share your own stories without having to censor them for a general audience? Please donate to Nifty and help support and maintain this free service.