Date: Sat, 13 Feb 2010 17:54:08 +0100 (CET)
From: hellg8angel@web.de
Subject: Daniel's First Erection by hellg8angel

This is a work of fiction, nothing more.


Warning: explicit M/m (10 years old). Not your cup of tea? Then please find
another story to read.


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I was in the kitchen, just putting the finishing touches on my famous
tomato sauce, when my son Daniel burst into the room.

"Hey Dad," he called out, sounding breathless. I half-turned to look at him
and automatically felt a smile grow on my face. At almost ten years old,
Daniel was a beautiful little tyke, smaller than most of his age, but full
of spunk. In the metaphorical sense of course, not the literal one.

At least I didn't think so. I'd never seen him even glance at girls that
way. Or boys for that matter. I shuddered a bit at the thought of my little
son entering puberty soon.

He was everything for me, the one person I got up for in the morning and
the only one I wanted in my life permanently. I just wasn't ready yet to
share him yet.

"Hey sweetheart," I answered him a bit belatedly. "Have a good game with
the boys?" With one hand I continued stirring the sauce, while with the
other I reached out to ruffle his hair.

He'd been out playing soccer with his friends and his blond looks were
tangled and windswept, falling into his face. He was overdue for a haircut
actually, but I couldn't quite bring myself to take him. I loved the way
his curls wound themselves around my fingers and every night while we were
watching TV I'd pull Daniel on my lap and lovingly caress them.

Daniel leaned into my hand like a kitten and snuggled against my side, his
eyes lighting up as he noticed what I was cooking. "Hm, spaghetti!" He
exclaimed. "My favorite! Thanks Dad, you're the best!"

I laughed out loud at his enthusiasm. "Everything's your favorite if you're
hungry enough."

He grinned at that. "True. But only if you make it," he then said
sincerely, looking up at me. As always, his beautiful chocolate-brown eyes
caught me in their spell and I couldn't look away. He looked so much like
me, in coloring and body-shape, but he had his mother's eyes, really the
only good thing she'd ever given him.

Daniel had been the result of a drunken one-night-stand. To this very day,
I have no idea how it happened. I'd been gay all my life, and to that time
I was in a happy and committed relationship with my high-school boyfriend
Ron. We were thinking about moving to Canada together, to get married.

All that changed when I ran into Irene that faithful night. I'd been
upfront with Ron as soon as I realized what I'd done, telling him about
what had happened and how much I regretted it. At first he seemed to
forgive me. But then, almost a year later, Irene came back claiming the
little boy she had in her arm to be mine.

She wasn't interested in keeping him, and even though up until then Ron had
been the greatest love of my life, he held no candle against my tiny
son. The first time I looked at him, I was a goner.

We tried to make it work, but unable to live with this tangible reminder of
my unfaithfulness, Ron left only a few months later. I'd never even dated
anyone after that. Daniel was my life, and I wouldn't have him become
attached to someone only to be heart-broken when we split.

"I'm gonna go shower," Daniel announced, bringing me back from my
memories. He gave my waist a squeeze and scampered away.

"Dinner's ready in ten minutes, so hurry!" I called after him, chuckling at
the "Yeah, yeah," he threw my way.

I quickly set the table and turned the stove off. The spaghetti were rinsed
and put in a bowl in the oven to be kept warm, along with the sauce. I was
just about to put the lid away, when I heard something that made me freeze.

"Daddy!"

The lid clattered to the ground when I heard the scream. My heart jumped
into my throat and immediately, my brain conjured up every horrible thing
that could have happened to my beloved son.

Daniel sounded as panicked as I'd ever heard him, and I had begun running,
even before the racket of the falling lid behind me had stopped.

"I'm coming, Daniel!" I yelled as I ran up the stairs, taking two steps at
a time. I burst into the bathroom, ready for whatever evil had befallen my
beloved son.

At first, I couldn't see anything. Steam was billowing around me, fogging
up the window and the large mirror over the faucet. "Danny," I said softly,
not sure what to expect. "I'm here, sweetheart. What's wrong?"

"D-daddy, h-help me," I heard Daniel whimper, almost incoherent with
panic. His voice came from the shower. "I-it w-won't go a-away and it
h-hurts! P-please, Daddy..."

Frowning, I opened the heavy glass doors. What then met my eyes was the
most pitiful thing I'd ever seen. My small son was huddled into the far
corner of the shower with his back against the wall and his small arms
wrapped around bend knees. He was shaking with violent sobs and the still
running water was pounding down on him.

Without regard for my clothes, I reached in and turned the shower off. I
still couldn't see what was wrong, but it was obvious that whatever it was
had upset my little son greatly.

Grabbing a big towel from the rack, I stepped in and wrapped it around
Daniel's shaking form. He didn't react to that at all.

Concerned, I picked him up carefully, holding him against my chest. Almost
instantly, his arms came around my neck and he pressed his damp face
against my throat like he always did when he was upset.

"Oh, sweetheart, what happened?" I crooned softly, as I rubbed his dripping
back and pressed little kisses against the side of his face.

"I w-washed i-it," he hiccoughed pitifully. "A-and then i-it g-got like
this a-and i-it w-won't g-go a-away."

"Sweetheart, what won't go away? You have to tell me what's wrong so that I
can help you, alright? Can you do that?" My calming words seemed to be
exactly the right ones, as in my arms Daniel slowly relaxed, tears
subsiding.

I sat down on another towel and leaned against the door, cradling Daniel in
my arms as he sat on my lap. He leaned back a bit, one hand coming up to
rub at his tear-stained face. "Here," he said softly, after a little
pause. "It hurts here, Daddy."

As I followed his gaze, my breath caught.

Daniel was looking down at his crotch. His small penis was fully erect,
though not much bigger than usual. The circumcised tip was redder than the
rest and it actually looked painful.

No wonder my tiny son had panicked. He was still so innocent and had no
idea what to do with his first real erection. I held back the relieved
chuckle that was threatening to escape, sensing that my boy wouldn't quite
be able to see the humor in the situation yet.

"Oh Daniel, that's nothing to be afraid of!" I said instead. "It's just an
erection, something every man gets sooner or later. Remember, we talked
about this."

His lips formed an 'oh' of understanding as the panicked haze finally
lifted and Daniel looked down at his little cock with amazement. "That's an
erection?" he exclaimed, disbelievingly. "But you told me it'd feel good
and it doesn't, Daddy. It hurts."

I gulped. This was a deciding moment, I realized. I could tell my little
son what to do, send him to his room with some magazines and a tube of
lube, or... Or I could do what my body and soul had craved for years and
introduce my own son to the wonders of sex myself.

Looking down at my beautiful little boy, I knew that I'd already made my
decision. I'd loved him from the first moment I'd laid eyed on him, and as
he grew older that love had matured as well. I had never had a desire for
small boys, but my beautiful son made me want things, desire things, that
I'd never thought myself capable of.

Shoving back any twinges of consciousness to be dealt with later, I
crooned: "It won't hurt anymore, sweetheart, if you let me help. Do you
want that?"

Daniel's head snapped up and he mustered me for a moment. Obviously
satisfied by the sincerity of my offer, he nodded furiously. "Oh,
yes. Please, Daddy, I want that."

Panting in my own desperate arousal, amazed how fast things were
progressing here I slowly slipped my hand between Daniel's legs and wrapped
it around his small erection, rubbing gently.

At first, I could see that Daniel was surprised. He moaned a bit at the
contact, but more in pain than in arousal. But then, as a warm feeling
spread through him from where I was touching him, Daniel huffed a small
breath and spread his legs apart some more.

"Oh! Daddy!" He gasped as I stroked him gently, rubbing my thump over his
glans softly. "That feels... it sort of aches, Daddy. Touch it some more,
please?"

I was panting by now, more turned on than I 'd ever been in my life. "Of
course, sweetheart," I moaned. "Here, this will make it feel even
better..." I grabbed a tube of Vaseline from the counter and coated my
fingers with it.

A soft moan escaped my boy's lips as I returned them to his tiny cock and
he said shakily, "Yes, uh, it feels very good, Daddy. B-but Ms. Miller
s-said no one's to touch me there!"

I grinned internally, thinking about the old teacher. If she'd see us now,
she'd get a coronary!

I started kissing Daniel's neck as I stroked him very slowly. "She's
right," I murmured in my small son's ear. "No one is supposed to touch you
like this. But I'm your father and I love you very much. Don't you think
it's all right if I show you my love this way?"

I stilled my hand. "I could stop, sweetheart, if you wanted me to."

Instantly, Daniel whined. "Please don't stop, Daddy! Uh, it feels so good."
At that, my boy started to wiggle on my lap, rubbing against my own sizable
erection.

My heart began beating even faster and I felt my hand tighten slightly
around Daniel's erection. He moaned loudly, driving his hips up to meet the
hole my fingers made more quickly.

"Uh, ah, Daddy... Uh! G-good, i-it's... unh. Uh!" Daniel whimpered, as he
writhed on my lap, pressing his ass against my rock-hard cock and spreading
his legs wide. "T-touch, uh, me more, D-daddy?"

I bit my lip to keep from moaning loudly. While I continued stroking him,
quicker and quicker, I clumsily opened my zipper with my left hand, finally
freeing my erection. I gasped as the small body of my son squirmed against
my uncovered cock, and that tight, untouched ass rubbed against it.

Making small sounds in the back of his throat, moving his hips back and
forth, Daniel was the very picture of a wanton sex-boy. His beautiful eyes
were heavy-lidded and his pink mouth was lightly open to let the panted
breaths escape.

I wrapped my other arm around Daniel's body, trying to keep the boy still
while I touched him. I didn't want my son to climax too soon. I was
savoring the feeling of Daniel writhing in my hands and I wanted it to last
as long as possible.

Daniel moaned more loudly. "D-don't stop, daddy... please. Uh!
Unh... f-feels so good..."

My eyes rolled back and a spurt of pre-come hit my son's small hole,
testament of my arousal. To enter him there, to take my son's
virginity... but I couldn't. Not so soon. I had to prepare him first, make
his body ready for me. "Ah, yeah, so hot..." I moaned out. "Unh, I won't
stop, sweetheart. Unh, fuck! I want you to feel good."

I stroked him a bit faster. His small erection was dwarfed by my hand and
it was the sexiest thing I'd ever seen. Daniel was clutching at me, rocking
against me with abandon. His moans and little squeal spurred me on and I
tightened my grip on him.

Daniel's breath hitched. "Ah! Daddy, unh! Unh!" He moaned continuously.

"Fuck! I love you, Daniel," I groaned, rocking my hips hard against his
sweet ass. "Feel how much, sweetheart!"

I rammed harder against his ass, slipping between his perky cheeks, my way
made slippery from the pre-come I was oozing constantly. My sensitive
cock-head was rubbing against his little hole, stimulated beyond belief. It
felt so damn good and I was close.

Daniel was panting, words escaping him with every thrust he made. "Oh! Oh!
Daddy...Ah! G-good! Unh, unh, un..." He gasped helplessly as my hand
stroked him hard and quick. "Unh, Daddy... uh, uh! Something's, uh,
happening, ah! Ah! Daddy, what...?"

He was close and had no idea what would happen. Remembering how scared I'd
been the first time I'd climaxed, afraid of peeing all over the place, I
doubled my efforts, bringing him to the edge quickly. My son was mindless
in his desire, a tiny bundle of childish sexual arousal in my arms.

"Ahhh! Unh!" He was getting louder as his desperate movements burrowed his
cock into my hand again and again. "Unh! What... uh...uh....is that? Unh!
Unh! UNH! AH, DADDY! AH! UNH! UH-AHHHHHH...!"

He let out a high-pitched squeal as his small cock suddenly quivered and a
barely there burst of creamy hot liquid rushed out of his cock, spritzing
over my rapidly moving hand. He went rigid in my arms and almost mindlessly
rammed his hips forward over and over to get more of that intense feeling.

I held on tight, breathless from watching my son climax. There was nothing
more entrancing than my boy's young face twisted with desperate passion;
his mouth open as he panted, his eyes wide and surprised.

It was a vision from my most secret desires, only this time I was seeing it
for real. Feeling it too, as Daniel's release covered my fingers. That was
enough to bring me to the edge as well.

In harsh, barely contained thrusts, I pushed my cock against his virgin
ass, quick and almost hard enough to penetrate him. Faster and faster I
went, manipulating his quivering body to accommodate me.

"Ah! Fuck! So good, uh! Uh! Yeah, Daniel, yeah! UH! UNH! HAH! FUUUUCK, I'M
COMING! AHH! AHHH! YEAH! AHHHHHHH!" With a roar, I strained against him as
my aching balls quivered in spasms, sending wave after wave of hot seed
through the length of my cock with white-hot pleasure. I bathed his small
hole with my come, panting through the most exquisite orgasm of my life.

Almost before it was over, my boy collapsed against me, still breathing
harshly, completely exhausted from his first sexual peak. "Uh, uh, oh,
Daddy..." he breathed, small shudders wracking his lithe frame.

Taking advantage of the way his body was pressing down on my quivering
cock, I continued to move against him in small increments.

"Ah, sweetheart," I groaned, wrecked by what we'd just done. "Did it feel
good, huh? Did you like what Daddy did to you?"

Unable to form words, Daniel pressed himself against me, nodding against my
chest. He was keening softly and as I slowly got up, he held onto me for
dear life.

"You could use another shower, sweetheart," I teased as I heard thick gobs
of my come fall from his ass and splatter to the ground.

Reassured by the way I was handling this strange situation, Daniel looked
up at me. There was a soft smile on his face and his brown eyes were
shining with a light I'd never seen before. "Yeah," he breathed
finally. "But I want you to come with me."

I smiled at my little son. "Anywhere, sweetheart. I'll go anywhere with
you."

This was only the beginning of our journey, and I very much looked forward
to the rest.