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I had my eyes fixed on the highway, not wanting to look to the right, where my son Jacob was sitting. At his feet was a book bag filled with clothes that he had packed for a sleepover that we told him he couldn't attend. Letting his teenage hormones dictate his decision making, he snuck out of the house anyway. It was a phone call from the boy's mother that ended his night early.
He knew how furious I was with him as he looked my way with a worried frown on his face, but he knew better than to talk to me. When we pulled into the driveway, I took a deep breath and turned his way, meeting his sad eyes. Immediately, my fury melted away and I sighed.
“Why did you do it, son?” I asked, and he look down ashamedly.
“I'm sorry dad,” was all he could muster through a croak, so I reached out and caressed his soft cheek.
“Son, I know you're sorry, but there are going to be consequences for this,” I explained, and he nodded in agreement. “I want you to take your bag upstairs and wait for me.”
“Yes sir,” he said in a hushed tone, then he opened the door and got out.
I met him at the front of the car and he gave me an anguished look, so I motioned for him to give me a hug. Wrapping my boy up in my arms, I held him tight and rocked his frame from side to side, then I kissed him on top of the head and said, “I love you, son.”
“I love you too, dad,” he said. “I'm sorry I didn't listen.”
“I know you are, kiddo,” I sighed, then I released our hug. “Get inside and I'll be up in a little bit.”
With that, Jacob hung his head and moved into the house. Wisely, he avoided the living room where his mother was sitting, beside herself with rage. I went inside and greeted my wife Laurie with a kiss, then we discussed the matter at hand.
“What did he say?” she asked, taking my hand as I sat beside her on the love seat.
“He said he was sorry,” I told her. “I didn't give him the chance to say much else. I grounded him as soon as we got in the car.”
“He's never done anything like this before,” she lamented. “I don't know what to do about this.”
Just then, the sound of a creaking floor board on the stairs caught our attention, and we looked up to find Jacob standing at the bottom of the stairs, chewing on his pinky with an unsure expression. His eyes were filled with regret and he looked to be on the verge of tears as he looked longingly at his mother and I.
Instantaneously, Laurie's motherly instincts overwhelmed her and she scooted away from me to make room for our son. He was hanging his head as he came to the love seat and sat between us, leaning into his mother for sympathy. As soon as she wrapped her arms around him, he apologized for his behavior. I could hear him weeping a little as he declared his remorse, prompting his mother to hold his head on her shoulder and rub his warm back.
“Tell mama what's going on, baby,” she said in a soothing tone.
“I don't know, mom,” he sobbed into her neck, then he tattled on me. “I tried to talk to dad, but he shouted and grounded me for two weeks.”
Giving me a disapproving frown, she stroked his blonde curls and let him cry on her shoulder.
“You know daddy didn't mean to shout,” she reminded him. “If daddy gave you a hug and apologized for shouting, would you feel better?”
“Yes,” he sobbed, and she planted a kiss on his cheek.
With my wife giving me an expectant look, I reached out and took my son by the shoulders, pulling him out of his mother's embrace so I could wrap him up in a hug. As soon as he was in my arms, I felt a tinge of guilt for being so hard on him. Planting a kiss on his cheek, I said, “I'm sorry I shouted at you, son. I know how you feel about Peter, but you can't sneak out of the house like that.”
“I won't do it again, dad,” he promised while I rubbed his back through his shirt.
“I hope not, buddy,” I said quietly, looking at my wife with doubtful eyes as I placed another kiss on his cheek. “Go upstairs and take a shower, son. Mommy and daddy will be up in a little bit.”
With that, he nodded obediently and got up to do as he was told. While he was upstairs taking his shower, my wife and I spoke again.
“He's in one of those moods, isn't he?” she said, and I nodded. “What's it going to take, honey?”
“He's going to have to sleep in our bed tonight,” I said, and she gave me a look of understanding. “Hopefully that does the trick. If not, we might have a little visitor in our room for the rest of the week.”
“Great, a full week of being kicked all night,” she said with a warm smile, leaning into my side while I wrapped an arm around her and sighed.
Our son Jacob has been the light in our lives for 18 years. His sweet demeanor and eagerness to please his mother and I has been the easy part about raising him. He gets good grades in school and rarely talks back, even when I can tell that he wants to set us straight. He's the kind of kid who would start crying if you threatened him to keep him home from school and would be crestfallen if he missed even one answer on a test. He swims and runs cross country in high school, making him an attractive boy to anyone who sets their eyes on him.
Lately, it's young Peter whose been chasing our boy. A month older than my Jacob, the cute brunette who stands at 5'11” tall has been the apple of my son's eye. The boy has taken to putting Jacob in his sedan and driving him to and from school every day. Their morning ritual involved Peter stopping at the house to collect my son, whose usually still in his bed when the boy arrives. As a result, my wife and I are often subject to the moans of our son as he receives his boyfriend's nicely developing shaft in the missionary position.
After school, the boys pull in and Jacob is eager to entertain in his room. It doesn't take long for him to drop his pants and bend over for Peter, who doesn't deny our youngster the penetration he's so horny for. After a pleasure filled lay, the boys makeout until its time for Peter to leave. Peter's mother and father are aware of their budding romance, and are fine with the boys dating. But they have explicitly forbade their son from having sex under any circumstances, telling him that he's still not old enough to cope with the power of a sexual relationship.
Laurie and I have taken a much more liberal approach to our son's sexual appetite. Long before Peter came along, our son's sexuality came to light in a fairly autonomous fashion. When he was a four year old, he would stomp around the house in his mother's high heels and ask us if he was pretty. When he was eight, he somehow happened upon a pair of girl's panties at school and confiscated them for his own use. When his mother and I caught site of our little boy prancing around the living room in nothing but panties and a teeshirt, we realized that he was only doing what came naturally.
When he was nine, he began to casually mention that he was gay and that he liked boys. Shortly thereafter, he began holding hands with a fifth grader named Michael, who would walk him home on a daily basis. When the boys shared their first kiss on the front step, my wife and I gushed. One night, shortly after he turned ten, we had our first taste of what was to come. That was because we discovered our son in his room, naked and on his bed with a very familiar looking vibrator sticking out of his rear end. It was humming loudly, but not loud enough to drown out his moans of pleasure as he worked it back and forth in his bottom.
Realizing that he had discovered anal pleasures, my wife and I decided two things. The first thing was that her vibrator was no longer wanted by either one of us, and we would happily pass it on to our little sex pot. The second was that we needed to sit down and have a serious talk with our boy to find out just how experienced he was. The way he was pointing the vibrator at a specific angle as he slid it back and forth told us that he had more knowledge of his erogenous zone than we wanted to believe.
We let him finish up, then we had a gentle discussion with Jacob about what we saw. After a teary eyed apology for taking mommy's toy without asking, we explained to him that we weren't mad at him. When we told him that we wanted him to have the vibrator his eyes lit up and he hugged both of us tight. When we delved deeper into the topic of his anus, it became known that he hadn't done anything with a boy besides kissing. We were relieved, but the added revelation from our son that he wished he had a boy that he could make love with told us that his virginity would be short lived.
Shortly before his 11th birthday, Jacob came to us with an excited smile. Presenting the news to us that he made love with his boyfriend, we asked him to explain what he meant. He went on to tell us the details with great specificity, and we realized that his anal virginity was gone. Not wanting him to feel any shame, we told him that we were proud of him but we reminded him that he should only have sex with a boy when he wanted to. Assuring us that he wanted to have sex with his boyfriend, he received our blessing to copulate in the privacy of his bedroom.
Over the course of the next year, Laurie and I saw a plethora of boys streaming in and out of our son's room. We wanted to believe that there was no way he would have sex with so many different youngster's, but the creaking of his bedpost and the moans that emanated from behind his closed door told a different story. Just as telling was the unmistakable stink of anal sex that would fill the upstairs as soon as Jacob emerged from his room, hand in hand with his latest beau.
A week before he turned 12, Laurie accidentally walked in on him and a much older boy. He'd already seen a boy in his room, and we saw him kiss the cute youngster goodbye at the front door. Which is why she didn't realize that he had company in his room again. She heard music playing as she approached his door with a stack of clean clothes and assumed he was online. When she opened his door, though, she was stricken by the site of Jacob on his hands and knees, his ass sticking straight up in the air and pointed in her direction as the long, thick shaft of a 15 year old boy worked its magic.
That was when I was called upon to intervene. Taking him to our room, I sat him in my lap and we had a long discussion about the itch that tormented him.
“So mommy and I notice that you had extra company in your room today,” I told him, rubbing his back gently. “What's his name?”
“Larry,” he answered with a blissful sigh.
“I take it he did a nice job for you in bed,” I smiled, prompting him to rest his head against my shoulder.
“My butt was tingling so good when he was making love to me,” he sighed again. “I wish we were still making love, though.”
“You two were in there quite a while, buddy,” I reminded him. “You didn't get what you were after?”
“I did at first,” he said. “But I always feel like I want boys to make love to me.”
“Do boys always make love to you in your bottom?” I asked, and he nodded as I set my gaze on the little boner he had poking through his sweats. “What about that, buddy? Do boys ever do anything with that?”
“No, I never feel like having them do stuff with my … you know.”
“You can call it what you want, buddy,” I assured him. “Daddy calls it a cock. Sometimes I say dick.”
“I won't get in trouble for cussing?” he asked, and I shook my head no. “Okay, then I never feel like doing stuff with my dick.”
“Even when you're all alone?” I asked, and he shook his head no. “Why not, buddy?”
“I don't get horny feelings from that,” he told me with a blush, then he diverted his gaze and continued. “But I get really horny feelings in my butt.”
“Do you have horny feelings in your butt right now, kiddo?” I asked. He embarrassedly nodded his answer, so I kissed him on the head.
“Don't be ashamed, Jacob,” I told him, rocking him back and forth in my lap. “I want you to feel proud of your feelings, son. They're yours, and that makes them very special to me and mommy.”
“It never goes away, daddy,” he admitted, then he looked up at me with tortured eyes. “I want to take it up the butt so bad right now.”
“What about your vibrator, baby?” I asked, feeling a sudden pang of desperation to help relieve my boy's torment.
“I use it every night, daddy,” he admitted. “I leave it in until I fall asleep, but it isn't working.”
“Maybe mommy has something bigger to help scratch that itch you have, son,” I told him, standing up with him cradled in my arms so I could playfully toss him on my bed. I smothered his face with kisses, making him scrunch his nose and close his eyes, then I heaved his 75 pound frame onto the bed and watched him bounce off of the mattress with a fit of giggles.
Smiling up at me with eyes that were filled with wonder, he watched as I went into the closet and retrieved my wifes box of toys. Bringing it to the bed, I opened it up and we went through it. He immediately set his green eyes on a massive dildo that was 10 inches long and at least 7 inches in girth. It was lined with realistic veins and the base flared out at the bottom for fullness. I used to watch my wife ride it when we were in an especially playful mood together, but as I looked into the hopeful eyes of my little boy, I knew that our favorite toy was going to have to be replaced.
“You know, this one doesn't vibrate,” I told him as I picked it up and handed it to him.
Biting his lower lip, he looked up at me and nodded in understanding, then he said, “I won't need it to vibrate, daddy.”
“Well, then it looks like you've got yourself a python to tend to that itch you have, buddy,” I said with a wink while he looked up at me with a grateful smile. Taking out a brand new tube of anal lube, I told him, “I know you have some already, buddy. But I want to make sure you use plenty of this before you take that thing for a ride. If you run out early, let daddy know and we'll get you fixed up, okay?”
“I love you, daddy,” he said, wrapping his arms around me for a hug.
“I love you too, baby boy,” I told him. “Now go have some fun and I'll let mommy know that she needs to pick out a new toy.”
Giving me a mischievous grin, he hopped off of the bed and hurried to his room.
While I was breaking the news to my wife about the loss of her stallion, we heard a siren song emanate from Jacob's room and we shared a knowing smile. Going into detail about the scope of our conversation, we hoped that he would finally find the relief that he was so deprived of. An hour later, dinner was ready but Jacob was still moaning in his room. Deciding to let him finish, we set the table and I went back upstairs, where the queefing of my son's bottom was ringing out.
“Buddy, I just want to let you know that dinner's ready,” I told him through the door. “Go head and finish up in here, then come downstairs and eat.”
His only reply was an extended, feminine sounding moan, so I proceeded down to the dining room and joined my wife. Twenty minutes later, I was back upstairs, sitting on the side of my son's bed. His chest was heaving and his blonde curls were dripping with sweat. He was completely exhausted and had collapsed on his bed, putting a stop to the bed creaking and the moans that his mother and I could hear from downstairs. When I went to retrieve him, he was laying on his back with his shins still flat on the bed and the dildo lodged in his rear end. I opened the door and found him naked on top of his covers, his eyes wild with passion and his boy cock hard as steel.
“I'm too tired to do it by myself, daddy,” he whined, and I immediately went to his bed.
“Buddy, you need to take it out before you hurt yourself,” I said, and he panted with a frustrated look.
Slowly, he pulled himself up and the dildo slid out of his hole. With a sigh, he reached down and rubbed the lips of his dilated entrance, then he licked his lips.
“I want a boy,” he muttered, fetching his undies and shorts from the foot of his bed. I waited for him to get dressed, then I helped him stand on wobbly legs. Seeing that he was having trouble gaining his footing, I dutifully hoisted him up and carried him to the bathroom as the smell of his just fucked bottom wafted into my nose.
I set him down and we stood side by side to pee. I saw him set his eyes on my hose, studying it closely, then he looked up at me with a grin and said, “I need someone with a big one like yours, daddy,”
“Well, when you're older, I'm sure you will, son,” I said, shaking off and putting it away. We washed our hands together, then he surprised me by asking to be picked up and carried again. Giving in, I lifted him into my arms and gave him a warm hug that he didn't let go of until we were at the table.
That night my wife and I were sleeping soundly when the bed dipped and Jacob crawled between us. He was quietly sniffling, and my wife quickly took him in.
“What's wrong honey?” she asked him in a soft voice.
“It's worse than ever, mommy,” he sobbed, then he broke down and cried while she rubbed his back.
“Is it your rear end, baby?” she asked, and he nodded as his tears soaked the pillow. “I'm sorry you're having such a time with that, Jacob.”
“I don't know what I can do,” he wept as she kissed him on the cheek. “I need to take it up the butt so bad right now, mommy.”
With that, he gave into a long set of sobs that tugged at our heartstrings. She was rubbing his back tenderly while he cried into her shoulder, so I reached out and ran my fingers through his soft curls.
“I can't take it, honey,” she said, looking at me with stressful eyes. “I've never seen him like this.”
Cupping his small head with my hands, I picked it up from my wife's shoulder and planted a kiss on his tear streaked cheek, then a new set of tears fell heavy and I felt the desperation to alleviate his torture come roaring back.
“Have you been riding your dildo, baby?” I asked, and he nodded. “Still nothing, huh?”
“No,” he sobbed, trying to get control over his tears. “I can't sleep because I'm so horny in my butt.”
Through the darkness, I could feel my wifes gaze as it pierced my soul, then she reached out and caressed my cheek. I hesitated at first, but Laurie leaned over and kissed me on the lips.
“You're a good husband and a loving daddy,” she told me, letting her hand slip into my boxers. Slowly stimulating my hard on, she said, “Our baby needs a man to take control of this for him.”
Nodding my concession, I sighed and eased my boxers down, then I dutifully kissed my boy on the lips. He moaned softly while I stroked his wet face with my hands and lifted his legs so that his knees were pulled to his chest. Then, with the expert aim of my cock, I spent an hour scrubbing the walls of his itchy boy pussy until his body seized up and all of his torment washed away.
That night, he slept like a baby between his mother and I. The next morning, he was up before I was. With his mother's blessing, he roused me from my slumber by wrapping his lips around my shaft and sucking it to its full stiffness. When I pulled my cock from his talented mouth, he assumed the position and I spent the better part of an hour pleasuring my son before breakfast.
When he returned to school on Monday, he was a sated little boy with a mild itch, but one boy a day could suffice. Much to the delight of me and his mother, he resumed his old habit of dating one boy at a time, but eventually we began to notice an assortment of cuties come through the house. When the topic was broached, it was revealed that his itch was back, and I was once again called upon to service my little boy's rear end.
Since then, I've been called upon to take my son to his climax more times than I can keep up with. Typically, though, he comes to our bed once a week, though sometimes it can be less frequent. As he's gotten older and his lovers more well endowed, he's been able to achieve his climax more frequently without my help. Still, from time to time we notice that Jacob seems to enjoy spreading his legs for as many boys as he can, and sometimes its not because of his itchy boy pussy. His mom and I know better than to go into his room without knocking. When he needs it from his daddy, he knows which room to sleep in.
“Did you wash up good?” Laurie asked, wrapping her arm around our boy, who had climbed into our bed, clad in a pair of white briefs. She gave him a knowing sniff while he nodded his answer, then he rested his head on her shoulder.
“Can I sleep with you and daddy tonight?” he asked in a sweet voice while she rubbed his back, and it quickly became obvious that he wanted to be doted on after the trouble he got himself into.
“We'll see, baby,” she said with an amused grin. “Go give daddy some sugar and you might get your way.”
“I love you mama,” he said in a small voice, and she kissed his head.
“I love you too, Jacob,” she assured him, then she released their hug and watched as he rolled into me for a hug and a kiss. Wrapping him up in a tight hug, I rubbed his back and planted a kiss on his head, then he smiled at me and puckered his lips. Giving into my son's needs, I planted my lips to his, then his tongue snaked into my mouth and he moaned softly.
“I guess this means you need daddy to get that itch under control,” I observed. “How long do you need daddy to scratch it for tonight?”
“Until I fall asleep,” he sighed.
“Take your undies down, baby,” I told him, and he quickly complied. “Are you lubed up?”
“Yeah,” he nodded, smiling up at me as he laid flat and pulled his briefs off of his hips. Kicking them off with his feet, he moaned as soon as he saw me sit up and get between his opened legs. Hoisting his legs up onto my shoulders, I planted a kiss on his lips and said, “I love you, Jacob.”
“I love you too, daddy,” he sighed boyishly, then my wife smiled at both of us and turned the light off.
As the moans of my boy rang out through the darkness, his young body relented more and more as his itch began to fade. I could feel the warmth of his breath tickling my nose and I leaned in for another kiss, then my tongue slid into his mouth and he gave into his first release, letting it land in thick strands across his heaving chest.
An hour later, I pulled out of him and he sucked my cock clean with gentle sighs of relief. When he snuggled into my chest, I wrapped my arms around him while my wife rubbed his back and stroked his blonde curls. I could feel his sweet breath fluttering into my chest as he let his post orgasmic haze take him away. Safe in a familiar cocoon of love, he fell into a deep sleep while his mommy and daddy doted on him. Hearing Jacob's light snoring, Laurie and I shared a kiss on the lips.
And just like that, our baby's itch was back under control.
Coming Soon... Rearing Derick
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