Date: Tue, 25 Oct 2005 20:16:54 -0700 (PDT) From: Greg Stangle Subject: August Afternoon with Son, Part Three Thank you to all who wrote in support of my last two stories. This one, as with the two before, is true and happened about six years ago. For those who have been reading with as much fervor as you profess in the emails you've sent, you can deduce that Greg was seven at the time of this incident. And, because so many of you have asked for it, this is the incident that began all the others. This is the story of our first time as fuck friends. So needless to say, our sucking adventures had been going on for quite a while. Nothing is like a boy's mouth wrapped around your cock -- or so I thought! -- and I was quite content having him do this until the end of days. He really developed a knack for head, too. He could deep throat, or get as far down on my tool as his throat would allow, and then bob up and down on it like a real champion. Greg had this maneuver where he'd slide his tongue against the back of my dick and make figure eights with it. That would drive me up the wall with excitement! My dick was his little worm and he knew how to take the best care of it. When we had some alone time, he'd come over to me and ask if he could play with my "little worm." How could I say no to such a sweet boy? He was polite, generous, and had a body that wouldn't quit. I started getting a little braver as the months progressed and would caress his bare ass as he sucked me off from the side. I'd move my leathered fingers all around those soft cheeks of his and press lightly on his hole. When he was used to the sensation, I started to press a little into his tight boy hole and would try to get a knuckle or two in. He'd squirm and try to move away, but he always ended up enjoying the feeling of two fingers deep inside his hole. I knew, someday soon, my dick would be buried where my fingers now go. About a year to the month when I first got him to put his soft boy lips around my dick, my wife and I celebrated Greg's seventh birthday with a nice party in the backyard. Summer was quickly coming to an end, but the weather was still warm enough to have a little picnic with relatives and friends. My brother, Uncle Rick, and his wife were at the party. Greg always took a special liking to my brother and just beamed whenever he was around. He taught second graders at the local elementary school, so he always had something educational to give Greg. This day was no different, with Greg opening up a stack of picture books. My son had to have had the largest collection of books of any kid in the neighborhood. Birthday, Christmas, Thanksgiving, Halloween, Fourth of July, any holiday was a good enough day for Rick to give a book or two to Greg. Books were, of course, among too many other things for a little seven year old. It was like sensory overload for the poor guy who quickly fell asleep after dessert. After the party, my wife and I cleaned up outside and came in for a cup of tea and some relaxation time in front of the television. At about eight o'clock that evening, Greg woke up from his nap bounding with the energy that escaped him a few hours before. He nestled in between my wife and me with a few of the books Uncle Rick gave him and paged through, looking at the pictures. One book in particular caught his fancy, a book on animals and wintertime. He pointed to a bear snuggled up in a cave somewhere, sleeping soundly. My wife explained that the bear was hibernating for the winter. "That's what some animals do during the winter because there isn't much food to eat," she told him. Greg smiled and went on looking through the pages. Heaven knows if he understood my wife's explanation, but he seemed satisfied with her response. About an hour after he had so energetically bounded into the family room, Greg started to become sleepy again. My wife and I walked with him back to his bedroom and got him tucked into bed. Right before we were going to turn out the lights, Greg asked if I would stay and read him one story before bed. I looked at my wife and she said she was going to take a bath before bed and kissed me as she headed out the door. I closed the door behind her and locked it, then turned on the lamp beside his bed. I moved the rocking chair over to him, as I often do so he can have easy access to my dick to suck me, and picked out the book with the hibernating bear to read to him. It wasn't long after I started the book that I was laying on his bed with my hairy legs spread apart and my son bobbing his cute head up and down on my dick. A little bit later, we were in a sixty-nine position and I was tonguing at his cute hole, pushing my fingers in and out a little here and there. I wanted to test the water, but I never would've guessed that tonight was the night. Soon his smooth moves had me so horny I thought I was going to explode. I wanted this moment to last longer, so I had him stop sucking me so I didn't unexpectedly cum in his mouth. I laid his body down on the bed with his legs dangling off the side. I took his balls in my hand and slowly caressed them, moving them around and tugging on them gently. Then I took his very cute, small dick in my mouth and made love to it with my tongue. It was so hot. It was like sucking on a pinky finger, but it sent chills up my son's spine and this made me very happy. I jerked myself a little here and there but mostly had to be careful not to get caught up in the moment and explode on his carpet. There would be time for that. I stayed on his little dick for a good ten minutes or so and then I climbed back on the bed. He went for my seven-inch dick with his mouth, but I stopped him right before he made contact. I had an idea. And I was just horny enough to try it. "But daddy," he protested, looking unsure at me. "I want to play with your little worm!" "Son, the weather is getting colder and I need to talk to you about something. I need you to help my little worm and me. It's a very important mission and only you can help us." He took the bait and sat on the bed looking enthralled at me. He was hanging on to every word. I explained that because the weather will be getting colder soon, my worm wouldn't be able to stay warm outside of a cave like the bear. I told Greg that my worm needed a warm place to go in the winter. Greg's eyes grew wider with every word. "But," I told him. "I think I know where he can go when he gets cold. If you'll let him." "Where, daddy?" "There's a special hole that little boys have that worms love to go in when they're cold in the wintertime. Will you let him go there?" He nodded his head yes and I stood him up at the foot of his bed. I told him to turn around and I spread his cheeks apart and touched his hole with my thumb. "Here it is," I said. Greg turned around and looked at me, studying my face. I couldn't tell if he believed me, but he seemed to be thinking about it. After a few deafening silent seconds, he nodded his head and told me that he wanted to help my worm. I hugged him, poking him with my hard dick in the process. I laid back down on the bed, taking the hand lotion my wife keeps in the room for him on his nightstand and applied some to my dick. I told him that it would be best if he tried to sit down on the worm and let him get used to his new home. Greg nodded and straddled my legs. It was uncomfortable and embarrassing for the next five minutes as we tried to get Greg situated and relaxed. He was apprehensive about what was going on, and I could feel it when I touched his body. I tried to soothe his worries by saying nice things to him and how good he was to my worm. Finally when it seemed like we were ready to go for it, Greg's hole was directly over my very hard, slicked dick. I took him by one of his arms and held it for a moment. I looked him in the eyes and told him that it would hurt a little bit and we'd have to move around a lot until my worm found the perfect spot where he wanted to be. I asked again if he was willing to do this so my worm could be safe from the cold weather. He nodded and I helped lower him onto my dick. The next five minutes or so were pure heaven for me. It didn't take me long to cum at all, but that was probably for the good because Greg wouldn't have been able to handle much more. As soon as my head passed through his opening, tears filled his big brown eyes and fear struck his face. I took off the shirt I had been wearing and gave it to him, telling him to bite on it when it hurt. He bit on it quite a bit, but the little trooper never gave up. He did a wonderful job keeping up with the rhythm of moving up and down on my dick. Near the end, he almost allowed me to go balls-deep inside him, though that didn't really happen until three nights later. With a little thrusting on my part, and some encouraging words, I came deep inside his ass. He knew that my worm was happy because when he's satisfied and sleepy, he spurts out some white stuff that Greg normally drinks down his throat. It helps Greg to grow big -- or that's what I tell him. But this time it was inside his hole. He climbed off of me and collapsed beside me on the bed, the t-shirt still in his mouth. I carefully took it out and he let out a little sigh. I held him tight in my arms and caressed his whole body. We laid there naked, holding on to one another for an hour or so and then I went to shower. The next morning, we smiled at each other at the breakfast table, knowing that we saved my worm from freezing outside in the cold.