Date: Sun, 27 Feb 2022 06:25:11 +0000
From: harrisonparker211 <harrisonparker211@protonmail.com>
Subject: The Boy with a Crush on my Son

The Boy with a Crush on my Son by Harrison Parker

This story contains sex between a man and an eleven year old boy. If
that's not your thing, or its illegal for you to be reading this, please
go elsewhere. Remember fantasies are just that. Feedback is welcome, my
email is harrisonparker211@protonmail.com and my wickr is harrisonparker.
My other stories on here are Trees and Ravens and Exposed by TikTok both
in adult/youth. Enjoy.


My son Jackson has been best friends with another boy, Baeden, since the
boys were little. Jackson, or Jacko, is now twelve, and Baeden is eleven,
and if I'm being perfectly fucking honest with you, both boys are
stunning. Now, I know what you're thinking--what kind of father thinks
of his own young son, much less the younger boy, as good looking, but its
just honesty. I first realised the boy was going to be pretty when he was
about seven, but as he matured and the first touches of teenager were
appearing on him, it had just grown and grown, and Baeden wasn't much
different.

Ironically, of the two boys, it was Baeden who was showing the first
signs of puberty. His voice was crackly where my sons was still high, he
had a light dusting of hair on his shins, and he was constantly trying to
hide his little boy nail was hard as rock, much to my amusement. Neither
boy was big though. Jacko stood about five foot and Baedan maybe had an
inch on him. Jacko has sandy blonde hair and blue eyes, while Baeden has
dark hair and green eyes. Both boys were tanned with the sun from all the
sports and activities they did, and both boys were finely muscled for
their age. I suspected Jacko in particular was going to be a muscular guy
when he was older, like his old man, but for now with youth the boys were
both just toned, and fine as fuck.

I mentioned Baedens issues keeping his dick under control, but I didn't
say how I've started to suspect his little boners have a... focus. I
first noticed a few months back, the way his eyes would sometimes linger
on my son, a sort of semi-wistful look on his face. The idea that he
might have a crush on my boy didn't upset me at all--as I said, I could
appreciate the attraction.

Tonight though, it went a little further. They were having a sleep over,
and watching something on Netflix, and I'd made drinks for the boys, and
was carrying them up when I saw them on the floor in front of the lounge.
Both boys were in just their underwear, which was not uncommon for them,
and my son was on his belly, his face cupped in his hands, his eyes glued
to the tv, while his bare legs swayed back and forth. Baeden was sitting
with his back against the lounge, knees up, and his eyes were glued to my
son. Roving from his bare legs, to his finely toned back, and then back
to the tight briefs covering his perky little ass.

Baeden was not wearing briefs, but instead silk boxers, and as I watched
from the darkness his little hand slid into the loose leg of his
boxers--and stayed there. I couldn't see if his hand was moving at all
or if he was just fondling himself, but there was no mistaking this kid
was playing with his cock while staring at my sons ass.

I watched for a moment, feeling my own cock harden, then slowly backed
out of the room. Returning to the kitchen, I retrieved the sleeping pills
Jackson had been prescribed when he'd issues sleeping last year from the
medicine cabinet--and don't judge me for this--I crushed one up into his
drink. Then returning to the lounge room--and making a bit more noise so
Baeden could get his hand out of his pants, I gave the boys their drink.

"Thanks Dad," Jacko said in his light voice. He already sounded a bit
sleepy, so the pill had maybe been unnecessary. But oh well.

"Yeah, thanks Mister Miller," Baeden said in his warbly, but slightly
deeper voice.

"No problem boys."

I monitored the situation, and about thirty minutes later Jackson had
dropped off to the land of nod. I waited for a while, curious if Baeden
might try and make a move on his sleeping friend, and wondering if I'd
stop it if he did, but I guess the boy was too good natured, so finally I
wandered back in. "He asleep?" I whispered.

Baeden nodded, and rolled his eyes, and I smiled. The boy was just too
darn cute. I nudged Jacko, and he didn't move. I did again, and said
"Hey buddy, time for bed." But he was out of it. I rolled my eyes at
Baeden and said, "Sometimes when he nods off, he goes down hard. I'll
put him in bed, and we can hang for a bit and catch up?"

It was half a question, but only half, and Baedan lit up--he'd always
looked up to me. So I picked up my boy, holding him on my hip with his
legs around me and his arms around my neck, like when he was little, and
he nuzzled into me. I'm not going to lie, in that moment, having my
nearly naked son in my arms, the smell of him in my nose, the feel of his
tight ass in my hand or the soft little bulge in my hip left me
conflicted... but no, if I was going to be with my son, I wanted him awake
and enjoying it.

I headed back down to the lounge room, and turned the tv off, and nodded
for Baedan to follow me, which he did. His little boner must have gone
down because those silk boxer really didn't hide much. I led the boy to
the kitchen. I have a large kitchen island, and I patted the counter,
indicating he should get up there, and he hopped up, sitting on the edge,
with his legs dangling over the side.

"So, how have you been Baeden?" I asked, really just making noise, as I
wandered over to the fridge and pulled a beer out.

"Yeah, good." He answered, and shrugged a little.

I popped open the beer, and took a sip, then paused and gave him an
intentionally calculating look, then, casually I stepped up to him and
extended the beer. His eyes widened, and he said, "Really?"

"You're growing up buddy, I don't see why not. Not a word to your
parents though."

He nodded earnestly, and took the beer, then took a sip and immediately
wrinkled his nose.

"It's an acquired taste," I laughed.

I was standing very close to him now, and so it was easy to lay my hands
on his calves. He had good legs for a boy his age, from all the running
he did, but under my big paws, they were small. I slowly began rubbing
his legs. He'd tensed up as soon as I'd touched him, so I told him
calmly, "I sometimes massage Jackson like this, before bed. It helps him
relax."

Knowing that this was `normal touching' allowed Baeden to relax a bit
too, even smiling a little. Boys often enjoy being touched, so long as
they're given permission to. I continued to massage his legs, letting my
hands slowly wander down to his calves, all the while smiling calmly and
looking into his beautiful green eyes.

"You're definitely growing up," I murmured, and he looked confused, so
I laughed and added, "You're getting hair on your legs." That made him
blush furiously, and I just laughed, trailing my nails up the toned
muscle of his legs, thighs, to the edge of his boxers, where I paused,
the tips of my fingers teasing the edge of the silk.

"Can I confess something?" I asked quietly, staring deep into his eyes,
and he nodded somewhat jerkily. His breathing was shallow, and I suspect
he knew now this wasn't normal touching, but he also wasn't stopping
me. "Earlier, when I dropped off the drinks... I saw you touching
yourself."

His eyes widened, and his blush deepened, but he tried for a denial, "I
wasn't..."

"You were," I said firmly, and gripped his thighs for emphasis. "And
you were looking at Jackson while you did it."

He looked scared now, poor thing, shaking his head and saying, "I
didn't... I wasn't..."

"Shhh..." I soothed him, relaxing my grip into a stroke of his inner
thigh. "It's okay. Don't be upset, or embarrassed. It's perfectly
natural, and Jackson is a very good looking boy."

He seemed confused by this. "You don't mind?"

"Not at all," I assured him. I trailed my hands across the silk of his
boxers, not quiet putting pressure on them, to grip his slim hips. "Can
I ask you something?"

"I..."

"When you touch yourself, do you think about doing things with
Jackson?" His eyes went very, very wide, and his mouth opened and closed
soundlessly. I trailed my hands slowly up his sides, feeling him shiver,
and softly I asked, "Do you think about touching him?" my nails dragged
across his small nipples and a shudder ran through him. I cupped his face
in my hands, and lightly ran my thumb across his lips, feeling them
flutter. "Do you think about kissing him?"

"Yes," the word was whisper quiet, and I felt the breath of him across
my thumb.

I smiled then, and slowly, so slowly, leaned in, brushing my lips on his,
like a feather, then pulled back a bit, and he actually moved to follow,
unconsciously hunting the kiss he'd been denied. "I want you, Baeden,"
I said, huskily.

"Mister Miller..." he managed.

"Simon," I said, and he nodded jerkily. His green eyes were huge,
pupils dilated with sensory overload. "Can I have you Baeden? Can I make
you mine?"

"I..."

I kissed him properly then, firmly. He gasped into my mouth, and that
opened his for my tongue to enter, tasting him fully for the first time.
He moaned. My hands returned to his hips, and I pulled him forward,
feeling him against me. Almost instinctively, his legs open, allowing him
more firmly against me. I could feel his rock hard boy dick on my
stomach. I broke the kiss, but kept my lips against his, so he could feel
what I said next. "I'm going to take you to my bedroom now Baeden.
Okay?"

"Okay," he whispered.

I slid my hands under his tight, cute, ass, and lifted him easily off the
bench. He wrapped his arms and legs around my, his face hiding in to my
neck, seemingly so overwhelmed he instinctively craved a cuddle. As I
carried him through the house, his dick rubbed up and down against my
belly, and small, boyish moans escaped him. I was actually a bit worried
he might cum, far too soon, so when we got to my room I tossed him onto
the bed, and he squaked in surprise. I smiled down at him as he lay there
staring up at me in shocked confusion, his toned limbs all akimbo, the
only concealment a pair of silk boxers that did nothing to hide his
arousal.

"Have you ever seen Jacksons dick?" I asked, as I began to unbutton my
shirt. "Is it big?" He shook his head, whether to seeing my boys cock,
or to it being big, I don't know. "It's okay if it isn't. You're
both still young."

I slid my shirt off my shoulders, and watched as his eyes drank in my
tall, toned frame. I reached for he buckle of my belt, and he actually
licked his lips. "Have you ever seen a man's dick?" He shook his head
again, and I unbuckled my belt, unsnapped my pants, then paused, studying
his face. "Do you want to?"

His breathing was ragged, but after a moment he gave a shaky nod, so I
pulled my pants over my hips, and stepped out of them. My erection was
swaying with the movement, and I watched his wide eyes trace its
movement. "What do you think?"

"It's..." his eyes darted up to my eyes, then down then up again.
"It's big."

I laughed, because to be honest my dicks pretty average--it's a good
looking cock, don't get me wrong, but that this boy thought it was big
was cute. I stepped forward, and he actually scooched back a bit, so I
raised an eyebrow and he stopped, and steadied himself. I crawled onto
the bed, my larger frame huge over his, my dick drooling precum onto his
boxers. I wondered idly if he could cum yet. I guess I'd be finding out.

He stared up at me with his big green eyes, his hands half reaching up to
my chest, but stopping just before making contact. I searched his eyes,
and saw confusion, and fear, but also hunger. "Do you want me to stop?"

I waited for him to answer this one, and he took some time, his face
going through mix of expressions. Finally, his eyes drifted down to my
dick, then back up to my eyes. "What are you going to do?" he
whispered.

"Touch you." I told him. "Kiss you. Play with you so your body and
your cock feel good." I leaned in a little. "I'm going to suck on it.
Suck on your balls. I'm going to lick every inch of your beautiful body.
And then I'm going to fuck you, Baeden."

"Oh." He said, quietly, and then he frowned. "How? I don't... I'm not
a girl...."

I smiled, genuinely charmed by his innocence, and then kissed him softly.
I eased myself down onto him, so he could feel my cock against him.
Involuntarily he thrust back against me, the feeling from his young cock
driving him to a fuck he didn't know how to perform.

"When a man and a boy fuck," I told him gently, studying him, "They
use the boys hole." I could see he still didn't understand, so I added,
"His bum."

His eyes widened and I wondered how much further I could shock the boy.
Then he surprised me by wrinkling his nose. "Isn't that a bit...
gross?"

I'd expected him to be more worried about pain, but trust a boy to think
of poop first. "It can be." I admitted, smiling at him. "But some of
the best things in life are bit gross."

For some reason, this seemed to calm him. His hands actually stroked up
my muscular arms, as he contemplated this answer. Finally his eyes
focused on mine again, and he frowned. "Will... will you tell Jackson?
That I let you do that?"

I smiled, the priorities of boys a wonder to me. "No buddy," I
breathed. "It will be our little secret."

He relaxed a little then, and gave me a tentative smile. "I... okay then,
I guess."

"Okay what," I queried.

"Okay... you can do those things."

"I can kiss you?" I breathed.

"Yeah,"

"I can touch you? Touch your cock?"

"Yes," His voice was husky.

"I can fuck you?"

"I..." his eyes searched mine, for some reassurance I think that it was
okay to say yes. Whatever he was looking for he nodded, unable to
articulate it, but offering it nonetheless.

"I need you to say it, Baeden." I said. "I need to hear you say I can
fuck you."

"You... you can fuck me."

I kissed him then, as much because I needed to, as wanted to, after what
he had just given me. It was a hard kiss, harsher than any I'd offered
him so far, and he moaned into my mouth, his tongue wreathing against
mine. I broke the kiss and grabbed his hair, pulling his head to the side
so I could kiss his slender throat, though carefully, lightly--explaining
a hickey to his parents may have been problematic--and then I lightly bit
his ear, and that produced a shockingly loud moan from his small frame.

I made a note of how sensitive his ears were for future play, and grabbed
his wrists, forcing them up above his head. This contoured the
musculature of his shoulders and arms in a way that was delightful. It
also exposed his hairless armpits to me. The hairiness or hairlessness of
a boy has always attracted me in equal measures, in the ways it didn't
in girls or women or men. The visual evidence of the boys progression
through puberty was just hot, and hungrily I liked my tongue across his
pit, tasting the salty, pleasant sweat of his earlier play with my son.
Unfortunately, this sent him into paroxysms of laughter.

I leant back and looked at him, he was smiling, and said, "That
tickles."

"Still doing okay?" I checked, and he nodded, so I gave up on his pits.
"Keep your arms above your head." I said, and then shuffled back to
attack his tiny nipples. This made him squirm in an entirely different
way. As I chewed and licked and sucked on the tiny nubs he moaned, and
thrust his hips against me. The angle was different now with the way I
was hunched, so he could quite get the contact his cock so desperately
wanted, and he growled in frustration.

I laughed, then took pity on him.  Moving down his impossibly taut,
washboard stomach--a combined result of youthful slimness and his
athleticism--I came to the waistband of his boxers, then without removing
them, attacked his cock, mouthing it through the silk, tasting the cloth,
the heady taste of his crotch, and something that I realized was my own
precum. The moaning coming from him now was steady, broken by gasping
shuddering breaths. He was such a delightfully vocal boy, for someone
normally so quiet and reserved.

Then, by chance, his cock slipped through the fly of his boxers, and
suddenly I had real live boy meat in my mouth. "Oh!" he said, sharply,
as he felt my warm wet mouth on the flesh of his boy cock, and then
"Ungh!" as I swabbed the little glans with my tongue. To my surprise I
did taste the hint of something salty there, maybe more a precursor to
precum then the actual thing, but delightful.

"Mister Miller," he said suddenly, urgently, and I pulled off to look
at him. His face was sweaty, his expression raw and flustered.

"You okay, buddy?"

"I... I think I was going to pee?" he was embarrassed, and I smiled at
him gently.

"That wasn't pee buddy." I said, eyeing his cock regretfully. I so
wanted to suck on that morsel some more, but I wasn't ready for him to
cum. "Next time it happens, just go with it."

I leant back and grabbed his boxers, then paused, looking at him. "Ready
to be naked?"

He looked suddenly shy, but I mean with his little cock sticking out it
wasn't like much of him was hidden. He nodded slowly, and then actually
lifted his hips of his own accord, freeing me to slide his boxers off his
slender hips and down his legs. I paused for a moment looking at the
flimsy bit of cloth, damp with my saliva and precum, then looked at him
again. "Can I have these?"

"My boxers?" he seemed confused, but then he clearly didn't understand
how sexy he was. He shrugged. "I guess."

"Tell your mum I kept them after thoroughly and completely devirginizing
you." I said, grinning at him, and he laughed. He was growing, this
beautiful boy. Becoming someone who did things like fuck, and joke about
it. He was going to be glorious. He already was.

I tossed the boxers in the corner, then gripped his legs, pushing them
back against his chest revealing his tender little hole. His ass was so
cute and tight, with little dimples in his cheeks from the position I had
him in.

"Hey buddy, can you reach my drawer?" I asked, he hunched himself up a
bit, reaching up behind him to my bedside table. "There's a little tube
in there. Pass it to me."

Making the boy retrieve the lube for his own fucking seemed hot to me,
but he passed me the bottle innocently enough. I clicked the top off, and
slowly applied a dribble to his hole, and he gave a little gasp. I looked
at him, and he said, "It's cold."

"Sorry," I said, and gently pressed my thumb to his hole, not trying to
penetrate just yet, instead I swirled my thumb over his puckered flesh,
testing the fluttering tightness.

"Will it fit?" he asked suddenly, as if this had only just occurred to
him.

"Yeah buddy," I assured him. "We just have to loosen you up a bit."

"Oh," he said. "Okay."

"Do you think your ready?"

"I don't know," he replied as he was looking down through his spread
legs at me. His cock has wilted onto his belly. "Will it hurt?"

"A little, when your getting used to it." I pressed on his hole, and my
thumb penetrated a little, and his eyes widened. "But we're not just
doing this for me. It will make you feel good too. Very good."

"How?" he panted. Clearly this was testing him. I pushed deeper,
searching.

"There's a spot inside you, that when I touch it, will make you feel
amazing. Especially after you loosen up."

"Okay," he said, seemingly willing at this point to accept anything I
said.

"And maybe, once you've done this a few times, you'll get to that
point where you can just take a fuck and enjoy it." I smiled at him,
weighing my next words. "So when you decide to let Jackson do it, you
both can just enjoy it."

"You..." he was panting more heavily, my thumb fully in him, I slowly
pulled it out and pushed it back in. "You think... Jacko... wants this?"

"I think Jacko doesn't know what he wants yet. But maybe, one day, you
could show him?"

He absorbed this quietly, while my thumb moved in and out of his velvety
insides. I was honestly surprised by how well he was taking this. I've
had virgins before, and they've never taken to it like this boy.

"You can do it." He said, suddenly. He was looking at me between his
legs. He was frowning, but earnest.

"Can you say the words for me, baby?"

"You can fuck me now."

I grinned at him, and pulled my thumb from his hole. Picking up the lube
I spread it over my dick, and put the tip to his hole, which had stayed
slightly open. I looked at his face, which was almost stern with
concertation, and pushed my cock into him. His mouth opened and closed as
he felt the stretch of a man's cock for the first time. His hole was
like warmth and iron, tight and gentle at the same time. I pushed more
in, watching his eyes roll back as he panted, slowly sliding my full
length inside him until I felt his ass on my crotch. His ring tightening
and loosening around my meat.

"How you doing?" I asked.

"M'okay," he muttered, eyes tightly shut. "Hurts."

"I know baby."

"Are... are we fucking, now?" He opened his eyes and looked at me. "Is
this it?"

"No baby," I told him. "You've been penetrated, but to fuck I need to
pull back, and then push it back in."

"Oh," he said, frowning. "Okay."

"Here we go," I said, pulling almost all the way out, then pushing it
gently and smoothly back in. Not the best for my fuckstick, but gentle on
the boy. I did it again, and then on my third slow stroke he suddenly
went rigid.

"Oh!"

I paused, my dick fully in him. "Are you okay?"

"I... I think... that was the spot."

I smiled,  and then did another long stroke, which elicited another sharp
"Oh!".

"How does it feel?" I asked.

"I..." he was panting a bit, the intensity of his first fuck running
through him. "Like sparkles. Like sparkles all through me."

Sparkles. That sounded lovely. I gently took his boyish cock in my lubed
hand. It was entirely soft as I ran my thumb over the glans, fucking him
with slow deep strokes, each drawing for a sharp little breaths and
sounds as his tiny prostate was manipulated for the first time. I felt
the exact moment it started to come back to life, hardening to its full
four inches, and smiled.

"Baeden?" He opened his eyes, "I'm going to start fucking you
properly okay? Faster and harder."

"Okay," he said.

"I want you to play with yourself when I do, like you were when you were
watching Jackson."

"Okay," he said again, his hand sliding between his legs to take his
little dick from me. "This slippery stuff is good."

"I'll buy you some," I said, leaning my weight forward on my arms so I
could get a good angle. "I'll buy you lube, and dildos, and everything
you need to explore yourself."

I pulled back, and then slammed back into his guts, and boy did that draw
forth a noise. I did it again, and again, building a good rhythm and
speed--nothing too crazy for a new boy, but a decent fuck. He was mewling
now, a sort of half moan half sigh that resonated with the speed of my
fuck. His hand didn't stop playing with himself though, and his eyes had
rolled back again as he surrendered himself to the sensation spiraling
through him.

"Still got the sparkles?"

"Yeah... ungh.  Yes." He managed. "It's... building... are you... sure I
won't pee."

"Yes baby, just let it happen." It was happening for me, too, building
in my balls like an explosion. "Cum for me."

I hammered his hole with my cock, let the explosion grow, but holding it
just in check, waiting... waiting... it was agony, it was ecstasy, and then
it was happening. I saw his eyes snap open, his little body shuddering,
his hole tightening like a vice as his little balls tried to spew forth
cum. His cock spasmed in his hand, I could actually see it move... even as
nothing came forth.

And that was it for me. I released myself into my orgasm, flooding his
young cunt with my cum. I moaned with the intensity of it as shot after
shot came out of my cock into his immature bowels, and then I was kissing
him, hungrily, and he was kissing me back, even as he still shuddered
with the aftershock of his drycum.

I slumped down next to him, drawing him into my arms, and stroking the
sweaty smoothness of his back. I kissed his damp forehead. "Are you
okay?"

"Mmm" he breathed into my chest.

"You did really well." He pulled back and looked at me, checking to
make sure I meant it. I smiled at him, and he snuggled back in. "Sex is
really intense, especially the first time, but you're a natural."

He didn't reply to that, but continued to cuddle me, so I was content.
Slowly I felt him drift off to sleep, exhausted by the experience. I was
drifting off myself, which was dangerous. If Jackson woke, what would he
say to find his father and his best friend sleeping together, covered in
sweat and lube, cum leaking from the boys hole?

More importantly, what would we say to him? What could we teach him? I
allowed myself to drift away.