Date: Fri, 16 Jul 2021 09:59:04 +1200 From: Ben Highlander Subject: Unexpected Pleasure 4-A Dream Becomes Reality This is a story about the developing romance between a straight man, a 10-year- old boy and the boy's father. If you object to male on male, or male on boy, or dad on son sex, please don't read the story. The people in this story are fictional, and the events do not represent or describe anything that has happened to me in my life. I don't approve of, or endorse, any relationship of a romantic or sexual nature between men and underage boys, and if I met somebody that was pursuing such a relationship, I would report them to the authorities. Consider donating to nifty to keep this amazing site going. Ben Highlander ....................................................................... What happened before: Eventually, we got to a farm gate, and Ollie jumped out to open it. I used the opportunity to adjust my junk and asked Ollie to sit in the passenger seat to allow myself to regain some of my composure. He just laughed and winked knowingly at me with those magical eyes. They seemed to say something like: "I'll get you later!" We shared a conspiratorial laugh. I couldn't wait. ... As we drove up to the farmhouse, I saw Ollie's dad, Dirk, walk around a bakkie (Ute/Truck) that he was offloading. Some farmworkers were assisting him but it looked as if they struggled to keep up. He had his shirt off and sweat gleamed on his body even at this early hour. Remember I met Ollie at the diner just after 6h45, ate my breakfast and was serenaded by Ollie all before 7h30. It was now about 8h00 and the sun was already hot. When he saw us drive up he flung the bale of hay he was carrying onto the stack as if it were a bundle of rags, gave instructions to his workers to continue, and walked over to the car to welcome Ollie and I. When I met the man I knew he was tall. I had over-estimated exactly how tall, but he topped my 6ft 2inches by at least four, if not five inches. That would make him 6ft 6 or 7 inches. He was truly a giant, an unusually tall man in any environment. He ambled over to me as he took a handkerchief out of the back pocket of his shorts to wipe his sweating brow. I got out of the car to meet the smiling farmer and was thankful that my dick had returned to a decent state. However, when he came within range of my sense of smell I picked up an intensely masculine odour that emanated from under his bushy pits, that hit my cock before it registered in my mind. I had always loved the smell of sweating men, especially in the locker room after rugby practice, and had resisted washing my under rods as long as possible because I loved to sniff my stink. It gave me a sense of security that resonated with being males together. I had only moments to worry about my burgeoning cock-stand because he was covering ground at a pace with his long, tree-trunk legs. I took in his enormous biceps and massive shoulders, as well as his large rosy nipples, planted like full-mouthed kisses on the ledge of each suntanned pec, nestled in a forest of soft-looking golden hair before he gripped me in an embrace that took me completely by surprise. His beard was surprisingly soft against my cheek, as he towered over me and engulfed me in a full body-to-body hug. I felt my white T-shirt get drenched by his sweat and my knees buckle as the full force of his aroma hit my senses. He effortlessly took my weight and held me up in his grip. I regained my equilibrium and found my sea legs again. I could feel myself blushing as I stammered out my embarrassment. He just roared with laughter. "It is a long time since I had that kind of effect on somebody," he quipped. "Welcome to our home, Ty. Let's go inside and get something cool to drink. You look like you need it." Ollie, who had been watching the unfolding scene with great amusement, put his hand in mine and we made our way to the stately old farmhouse. The "stoep" wrapped around the house, creating a deep, shadowy, cooling effect inside which effectively lowered the temperature by several degrees. Dirk had to duck to get through the door as he ushered me into the comfortable "voorkamer" (lounge). We didn't stop there as he led me, with Ollie in tow, on into the large kitchen which had a massive old table and chairs right in the middle. "Sit gerus" (please sit). "How about some ginger beer? I make it myself." "That will be great thanks," I managed a hoarse reply. I felt as if I was caught in some surreal sex movie because nothing that had happened so far was anything but intoxicatingly sexy and unexpected, but I wondered why I just went along with it. It was almost as if I was in an alternate reality where a ten-year-old had power over me and his father acted as if he was ok with it. As I sat down Ollie came to sit on my lap and leaned back onto my chest. "I see he has claimed you for himself," Dirk remarked with a guffaw. "Ollie, behave yourself. Don't scare our guest." "Ag Paaaaa..." he complained. "He feels nice." Dirk could see that I was confused. So much had happened already this morning. I'd been serenaded by a 10-year old, had him grind his delicious ass into my crotch while we drove, almost fainted when his hunky dad embraced me, and it wasn't even 9 am. And I had never been attracted to any man, let alone a boy, in my life before. "What's going on here?" I asked breathlessly. "You don't even know me and you invite me to your house. "And..." I ran out of words and just gestured speechlessly at Ollie. Dirk just laughed again as if he couldn't contain himself. Ollie and I couldn't help but join him, me slowly at first. We all laughed until we were breathless. And I couldn't say why. They just seemed so uncomplicated and joyfully, naturally, innocently sexy. "Ollie likes you and when he likes you, he wants you. Don't ask too many questions: if you like what happens, go with it. If you get uncomfortable, stop it. It's not very complicated." Ollie leaned back into me and put his arm around the back of my neck. He turned his face upwards towards mine. I could smell his breath from his open mouth. It was sweet and milky like that of a puppy. He wriggled his buttocks in my lap. "The two of you carry on, I've got work to do." Dirk walked over to us, leaned down and added his breath to the mix. His face was inches away from both of ours. His beard tickled my cheek. The mixture of their breath was intoxicating. Dirk just parked like that for maybe half a minute. All three of our mouths were right up against each other, breathing each other's breath. I felt as if my heart would climb out of my chest, it was beating so hard. I had not been turned on like that, EVER. Dirk leaned a little further down and gently took my hand, which I found had somehow encircled Ollie's waist, and placed it a little lower down, on Ollie's shorts, where it discovered a stiff little cocklet. He didn't leave it there but made sure that I started rubbing his son's little spike gently. All the while Ollie still had his mouth right up against mine and was beginning to groan little boy groans of yearning and ecstasy. Dirk stood up and before he left, pressed his great big crotch against my shoulder. It was impressive, like a tree root in his pants, and called to mine which was straining against my jeans to try and find the object of its desire, namely Ollie. Dirk leaned down again and gently grabbed me on either side of my face with one hand, and pulled my face upwards in a kiss. I inhaled the mixture of his masculine smell and the innocence on Ollie's boy-breath and just about came on the spot. The three of us joined in a man-boy-man kiss as we fought to find and conquer each other, submitting gently and fiercely to our inmost desires to be with one another. Slowly Dirk stood up, winked and strode out. "I will be back in about an hour. Have fun boys!" Ollie didn't wait a moment longer. Like an eel, he twisted on my lap to face me and latched his mouth onto mine while humping my belly button with his stiff little prick. I lost all reason and did my best to suck his face off. His lips tasted of unnamed delights, and his spit was like nectar to me. This boy knew how to kiss. "Oh, Ollie, you are so beautiful...what have you done to me?" I managed to whisper between fervent kisses. My 7 and a 1/2 incher was firmly wedged into his crack and fighting to escape the confinement of my jeans. Ollie had his hands in my hair and was running them through my dark curls. I had my arms around his impossibly slim and sexy waist and then cupped my hands around his boyish ass-cheeks. I couldn't resist putting my right hand into the waist of his shorts to feel, at last, his bare flesh against my hand. It was a revelation. He was so smooth, smoother than anything I had felt before. The warmth of his butt... Ollie slowly disengaged himself from my mouth, sadly causing my hand to come out of his shorts as he slid off my lap. He looked into my eyes with his hypnotic, slanty blue-green eyes and held me captive while he slowly stuck his thumbs into the elastic of his shorts and pulled them down. He wasn't trying to be sexy. That would have been out of character for him. He was just completely engrossed in the moment, his red tongue shooting out to moisten his breathtaking little mouth. As the front of his shorts hit his pubic area, his little pieletjie (cocklet) caused a snag but only for a moment. As the shorts breached the three-inch obstacle, his little dick snapped proudly back up and as the material made its way down his thighs, his rosy scrotum and beautiful upper legs were unveiled. I didn't even know that I had been holding my breath. He stood there for a moment and I took in the object of my desire. He was perfect: uncircumcised, the head of his cock peeking a slimy, purplish eye out of the tight foreskin. I reached over and lifted his T-shirt up, to reveal his pubic mound and his innie belly button. With my other hand, I reached down under his scrotum and fondled his little boy-marbles. He seemed to know that I just needed to look at him for a moment. His bewitching smile played around those lips. While fondling his balls I trailed my hand down from the hem of his shirt and let my forefinger slowly find his penis. He gasped lightly when I drew it along the short length to find the moist tip that poked shyly out of the surrounding skin. "What do you want to do, Ollie?" I huskily asked. "Let's go to my Pa's room," he answered. He took my hand and I got up from the kitchen chair that had so lately become the scene of a pederastic seduction in reverse. He dropped my hand and walked in front of me, leading the way. His boy buns rubbed against each other as he walked and his perfect thighs and calves alternated to finish the dance of perfect boy flesh. The T-shirt hung just above his little melon-butt. He looked over his shoulder to make sure I was following. I was. He could have led me to the jaws of hell itself and I would not have wavered. We entered a room along the hallway that had the unmistakable smell of Dirk hanging in the air. The curtains were drawn to keep the glare of the morning sun out of the space. There was a huge "katel" (bedstead) against the far wall, high above the ground. I stopped in the doorway, taking the room in, but I couldn't focus on that for long. Ollie was climbing onto the high bed and as he clambered up, I caught sight of something so deeply mysterious, so forbidden and unanticipated in the life of an ever-straight, butch Leb male, as to be unthinkable. There was a winking pink bud that momentarily revealed itself between the sweet melons of his twin orbs. He stopped when he saw that I was trapped, breathless, looking upon his forbidden rose. He smiled, knowingly, and beckoned me closer as he turned to face me. My crotch was uncomfortably tight and needed release from the confines of my jeans. I walked up to the side of the bed and he stuck his ten-year-old hand in the top of my jeans and pulled me closer. "Hou jy van my, Ty?" he asked. (Do you like me, Ty?) At the same time, he slid his hand deeper into my jeans and encountered my pubic hair. "Ollie, ek is heeltemal mal oor jou..." (Ollie, I'm completely mad about you...) He played with the wiry bush for a bit, and then with his other hand undid the top button of my pants. He had his hand between the hair and the zip and carefully and slowly slid it down. I habitually wore no underwear so he made sure it didn't nick anything vital on the way. Before he got too far down, he leaned forward and buried his face in my bush, taking a deep whiff. He then pulled the zip down inch by inch to reveal the top of my straining dick as it joined my body. He paused to look into my eyes and I couldn't resist bending down to kiss the delectable mouth one more time. By this time my jeans were completely open and he pulled them slowly down to progressively reveal my thick uncut cock. As he breached the last ΒΌ inch it sprung free of its own volition and soared upright, showering Ollie's face with a slimy trail of precum on the way. He giggled softly and wiped the back of his hand over his eye and cheek to catch some of it. He licked the area that glistened with my juice and looked at my cock as if he was mesmerized by it. "You are so different from my Pa," he commented dreamily. "Your hair is dark and your cock is also dark. You have skin like me. My Pa has been cut. Will you please take your pants off, Ty?" I pulled my jeans right off and stood there for him to look at me. He leaned forward until my cock was right up against his face. He sniffed it and reached out to hold it just behind the throbbing head. Then he pulled the skin back, revealing the lack of personal hygiene I indulged in when I was away from my wife. The head of my cock was encrusted with smegma, the strong-smelling cheese permeating the air. Suddenly the dream-like quality of our encounter changed. As if possessed he groaned and slurped my oozing dick into his mouth, feasting on my stink and cheese. My head was incredibly sensitive and I arched my back, shoving my full length into his hot little mouth. A part of me still looked down and marvelled at what was happening to me, how I had gone from straight, married man, to boy-lover in one day. This boy definitely had sucked a dick before. He slobbered over my top and sucked every morsel of white cheese as if he was a starving child. He bobbed up and down while holding my thick dick behind the head and working it back and forth as if possessed. His blond head went in and out, closer and further, his rosy lips spread around my juicy uncut wiener as if he wanted to suck the life out of me. "Ollie, stadig, ek gaan my saad skiet as jy so aangaan!" (Ollie, I'm going to shoot my seed if you carry on like that!" "Jy het so 'n mooi piel, Ty! Skiet jou saad in my mond!" (You have such a beautiful cock, Ty! Shoot your seed in my mouth), he said as he took a moment's break. He didn't give me much of a choice as he worked my cock over with his mouth and little hand. He had his other hand under my balls and was searching to find my asshole. I was thinking that I so wanted to touch his body and make love to him, but he was adamant and insistent, and I could feel the familiar tingle start in my thighs. "Oh Ollie, I'm going to come, pull off, pull off!" He did anything BUT that as he worked the tip of my dick and the sensitive rim just behind it with his steaming little mouth, and found my rosebud, stroking it with his little forefinger. This was another new experience for me. Not only had nobody ever seen my hole; they had definitely never touched it. He picked up the pace and I was rapidly reaching the point of no return. "Oh Ollie, here it cuuuuuums...!" I heard him swallow noisily as I spewed shot after shot of my cum into his mouth and down his throat. It felt as if I was pouring my enchantment with this beautiful boy out to him into his mouth and to his stomach through my thick, uncut, juicy cock. He moaned and then to my shock, pressed his head forward, wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me into him, and deep-throated me in one swoop. He took the last three or so steaming shots straight down his hungry throat. I cried out in blissful agony and emptied my balls into his waiting gullet. I fell forward onto the bed with him underneath me. I was so overcome with the events of yesterday and this morning that I felt a deep emotion beginning to overtake me. I took Ollie in my arms and kissed his beautiful mouth deeply. Tears were streaming down my cheeks. "Ollie, Ollie," I sobbed. "Ty, you are so wonderful. Please will you make love to me?" I pulled back to look at him with my tear-stained eyes, and he pulled up his legs to part his boy buns and show me his rosy asshole. It stared at me, unwavering and enticing. I felt myself begin to drool so I leaned forward to spill my spit into Ollie's waiting mouth. How could I refuse?