Date: Thu, 13 Aug 2020 22:52:40 +0000 From: Interrobangbang Subject: First Step Into a Larger World - Part 3 Nifty keeps you cumming day in and day out solely through the support of donors. If you've got a few extra local currencies lying around, consider making a donation to keep all this amazing content free: http://donate.nifty.org/ Disclaimer: This is a fictional story about a father and his preteen son. If such things offend you, or if you're not allowed to look at it in your area, please go away. For all others, please enjoy! (Gay, incest, M/m) First Step Into a Larger World - Part 3 By Interrobang It was a few days later, and Matty was extremely excited about it being the last day of school before summer vacation! Since it was scheduled as a half-day, Matty asked if we could host a celebratory pool party with some of his friends. I said yes, but to keep it small, we settled on six of his friends—all boys—coming over for pizza and swimming. "No girls?" I asked. "Ew, no way!" he shot back, and I smiled. I then suggested we go get him some new swim trunks, since he's sort of outgrown his old pair, and I thought maybe he'd like to show off some splashy new trunks. Matty was quite keen on this idea, so we went down to the mall to go shopping. Despite Matty's new-found comfort with his own body, I still expected him to pick out a pair of the typical baggy board shorts that boys and men in America insist upon wearing. So I was pleasantly surprised when he picked out a pair of low-waist, square-cut swim shorts with a funky blue pattern on them, which looked very sexy on his lithe preteen frame. The morning of Matty's last school day, I didn't hear him shuffling about upstairs as I usually do, so I went up to make sure he was awake. His door was mostly open, and as I approached the doorway I heard the now-unmistakable sound of him fapping away in his room. Sure enough, when I made it to the entrance to his room, I found Matty lying on his bed, red boxer-briefs around his ankles, pulling on his little pud. I couldn't resist sticking around to watch for a minute, and reached down to fondle my own growing cock. I thought I would leave him to finish on his own, but decided I didn't want him taking his sweet time lest he miss his school bus. So, instead, I moved into his room and approached the bed. Matty's eyes were closed, so he still wasn't aware of my presence until I sat down on the side of the bed facing him. At that, his ice-blue eyes opened to find me lovingly smiling at him. A broad smile spread across his face in welcome, even as his toned little forearm tugged away at his beautiful boy cock. I reached down and slid my fingers under his own, taking over stroking duties. He was still plenty slippery from the lotion he'd applied, so I easily slipped into the rhythm of jerking my little boy, once again interspersing full-penis strokes with lengthy sojourns to assault just his cockhead, rolling the sensitive tip within my slippery hand, eliciting moans from Matty. "Mmm, I like it when you do it like that," he confessed, putting his now-free stroking hand behind his head and closing his eyes, allowing me to take over his pleasuring. As I continued stroking his hard little member, with my other hand I reached over and rubbed his toned chest. I loved the feel of his smooth, firm skin beneath my fingers, running them all along his torso and up his arm, pausing briefly to tickle his smooth armpit, drawing a boyish giggle in response. My indulgence satisfied, I re-focused on his little prick, increasing my pace to bring about his orgasm. Within another minute, Matty's breathing rapidly increased until his little body convulsed, sending three nice spurts of thin, milky boycum shooting from his dick onto his belly. I released his penis from my grasp, and took a moment to appreciate the satisfied glow on my boy's smiling face as he recovered from his climax. A moment later he opened his eyes and looked down at his torso to evaluate his production, running the tip of his finger through the largest glob. "You're so messy all the time!" I said in mock-admonishment. He giggled, balancing a globule of boy jizz on his finger and moving it toward me in offer. "Aren't you gonna eat it?" he asked, taunting me. I curled my face up into a snarl and moved my mouth over his finger as though an animal moving to attack him. With a growl, I closed my mouth around his little cum-covered finger, sucking the sweet-and-salty nectar down my throat while wildly lapping at his finger with my tongue. I suctioned onto his finger as he withdrew it from my mouth. "MMM, NEEEED MOOOOORE CUMMMMM!!" I growled in my best monster voice, drawing more giggles from Matty. Still snarling, I bent down to attack his belly, lapping at the remaining cum, and gnawing as his little tummy like a monster, throwing Matty into fits of hysterics as I my nibbles tickled him. Finally, I eased up, using just my human dad tongue to lap up the last bits of his seed. Just before letting him up, I thrust my mouth down upon his cum-glistening cocklet, licking it clean and savoring the flavor of his cum mixed with the sensation of his little penis inside my mouth. As I withdrew, I ran my tongue over his still-sensitive head, causing Matty to shudder reflexively. "Alright, little man, let's get you up. Time to get ready for your last day of school!" I said, and Matty sprung up excitedly to start getting dressed. --- About an hour after Matty got home from school his friends started arriving. Pretty soon, I had seven 11- and 12-year-olds running around half-naked and wet as they found a million reasons to get in and out of the pool. Matty looked very sexy in his little swim shorts when he was dry. When he was wet, though, with his toned little body glistening in the sun, dark hair plastered to his head, offset by his electric blue eyes, and with his snug shorts clinging to his little boy bits... Well, suffice it to say, I was finding my own shorts a little tight in the crotch. I had feared that his friends might make fun of his choice of swimwear, especially when I saw that, true to form, nearly all of them wore the same type of bulky board shorts or trunks. Thankfully, Matty deflected the only skeptic in his group when asked about them. "I think they're cool, and it feels really great swimming in them. They don't get all tangled and in the way like my old shorts did." In response the naysayer looked at him as if reconsidering their relative merits. The only boy not wearing bulky boy shorts was a boy called Kelvin, a very attractive boy with olive skin and curly black hair, who was also on Matty's soccer team. Unlike the rest off Matty's friends, Kelvin was dressed in a pair of jammer-stye shorts with an orange/brown oil swirl pattern on them, which looked great against his olive skin. I had invited all of the parents to hang out by the pool as well, but most opted just to drop them off and pick them up later. I supposed they were enjoying one last day off before having to deal with their rambunctious boys for the rest of the summer. The only parent who did stick around was Kelvin's dad, Markos. We were on friendly terms already due to our involvement with the boys' soccer team, but this was the first time really getting to hang out as friends rather than just as fellow soccer dads. While the boys splashed around and did increasingly goofy "dives" into the water, Markos and I sat by the pool sharing the pitcher of margaritas I'd mixed up ahead of time. I had on a pair of sand-colored cotton shorts, and a white linen shirt that I wore open, as well as a pair of dark sunglasses so that I could ogle the sexy boys playing in my midst. Markos was similarly attired, albeit with a pair of salmon-colored shorts. His dark chest hair was thick without being unruly. Instead of glasses, he wore a cream-colored panama hat. After a couple of the boozy delights, I was feeling pretty content with the world, as, it seemed, was Markos, who had a sustained grin on his face as he looked upon the boys playing in the pool. "Need another one?" I asked, snapping him out of his reverie. "Oh, yeah, thanks." he replied, enthusiastically. As I refilled his glass, he added, "Tell you what, Jake, this is a pretty great place you've got here." "Why, thank you. It's certainly got its perks," I replied, eyeing the group of wet, half-naked boys frolicking in the water before us. "I'll say," Markos said, almost under his breath as he, too, gazed out at the pool. "You know, I'm surprised to see Matthew in such... European swimwear. I don't see too many Americans wearing those." "Yeah, he's a special kid. I just took him shopping, and told him to pick something he liked, and he picked those ones all on his own." "I tried to convince Kelvin that it was perfectly normal to wear shorts like those, or briefs, or even bikinis back in Greece, but he's too much of an uptight American now," Markos lamented. "Er, no offense, Jake." "None taken. Besides, I agree. I spent a couple years abroad during college, so I got pretty used to wearing much more revealing attire. Now I really enjoy it. I'm glad Matty seems comfortable enough with his body to wear them." "Those long lycra shorts were the most I could get Kelvin to go with," he said, somewhat disappointed. "Well, he doesn't look too bad in them either. Where was his mother from again?" I asked. "Sri Lanka." "Shit, what a blend." "I know. He's gonna break hearts here before too long," Markos said, unconsciously reaching down to adjust himself. I had a strong suspicion he had similar interests to my own. "Well, the view from here ain't too bad already," I replied, a knowing smirk on my face. "Yeah, I'm surprised Matty even picked a pair of shorts as modest as that," I continued. "Seems like ever since I had 'the talk' with him, and told him it was perfectly normal for boys his age to get erections and to masturbate, he hasn't been shy about running around in just his briefs, even when he's sporting a little boner." "Really?!"Markos responded, clearly interested. "Yeah, I've even walked in on him stroking his little dick a few times now. It's pretty cute, actually," I said. "Makes me think back to when I first learned that my dick wasn't just for pissing." "I bet," replied Markos. "So, is he, you know, producing...?" "Yeah," I said, expressing my pride in my boy's progress into adolescence. "I even bought him some lotion and rags to clean up after himself." As I said this, I too reached down to adjust my growing bulge. "Wow. I think my Kelvin may be masturbating, too, but I haven't worked up the nerve to talk with him about it yet. How did your talk with Matthew go?" "Really well. He was embarrassed at first, but once I got through to him how normal the changes he was seeing are, he felt a whole lot better. I even gave him some pointers for how to masturbate correctly," I said, downplaying just how hands-on my pointers were. "You told him how to jerk off?" Markos asked, incredulous. "Mm hmm. I figured he might as well know how to do it properly," I responded, as if this was totally natural. "Man, that would have been helpful when I was their age," said Markos. "I'd encourage you to talk to Kelvin. I think you'll find it pretty rewarding to connect with him on that level, especially since, like us, it's just the two of you in the house." "That's a good point," Markos replied. "You know, you should come hang out more often. Kelvin can play with Matty, and we can talk more about how to get through being single dads to horny adolescent boys," I suggested. "Haha, I think I might take you up on that, Jake," he replied. Just at that moment, a dripping wet Matty, along with a couple other wet and sexy boys came up to where Markos and I were lounging. "Can we get the pizza now, Dad?!" Matty asked, excitedly. We ordered the pizza, which the boys devoured in quantities incommensurate to their size, before jumping back in the pool (cramps be damned!) for more, albeit subdued, water fun. Eventually, parents started arriving one by one to pick the boys up, with Markos and Kelvin being the last to leave. "Hit me up if you and Kelvin want to come and have a boys' night over here sometime. We'd love to have you," I said to Markos as he exited the house. "I think that'll be a lot of fun. I'll text you," Markos said as he and Kelvin walked out to their car, leaving Matty and myself alone again. --- "So, 'dyou have fun today?" I asked Matty as his bedtime approached. "Yeah, tons!" he exclaimed. "Well, good, I'm glad. So, now that you're a free man for the next couple months, what's on your agenda? Gonna read through the works of Shakespeare, or take up a new hobby—carpentry, perhaps?!" Matty looked at me like I'd gone insane. "Ooh, I know, maybe you could get a job... start buying *me* pizza once in a while!" I continued. "You're such a weirdo," Matty said, a goofy grin on his face. "Yeah, well you're Son of Weirdo, so better get used to it." He just rolled his eyes. "OK, I think it's time for you to hop in the shower, and then off to bed--" "Oh, come one, Dad," he immediately protested. "I don't even have school tomorrow!" "Yeah, but you still need your beauty sleep, and I won't have my son sleeping till noon. What would the neighbors think?" I said in mock-horror. "They'd probably say you're a weirdo, too," Matty said as he got up to head upstairs to get ready for bed. "Eh, what do they know?" --- An hour or so after Matty went to bed, I was still downstairs watching TV. I kept thinking back to my conversation with Markos. I didn't think it was my imagination that he seemed uncommonly interested to hear about my talk with Matty. Plus, throughout the afternoon, he seemed to have his gaze set upon the nearly naked boys frolicking in the pool. Could he possibly be a boy lover like me? I've never had anyone I could talk to about that side of me. I've always kept it a closely guarded secret, lest someone find out and it lead to my ruin. Above all, I couldn't bear the idea of losing Matty, which I surely would if I was ever found out. Still, the idea of actually having a friend who shared my prurient interests, with whom I could talk freely and maybe even share my extensive collection of boy porn, sounded very liberating. Even thinking about it, my cock started to rouse, and I decided to take the opportunity to have a nice, leisurely wank. I had my computer connected to my TV, so I closed all the curtains, shed my clothes, and sat back on the couch. My 6.5-inch cock was already hard in anticipation. I grabbed my cock in one hand, as with the other I pulled up one of my favorite videos. It was a vintage boy porn video which, like a lot of vintage porn, actually featured a loose storyline, this one revolving around a boy in his early teens coming by bus to visit his younger cousin. As the night wears on, they retire to bed, where each of the boys takes turns undressing down to their white briefs, before climbing into the same bed to go to sleep. While the younger boy drifts off quickly, the older boy lies awake, and decides to have a wank, pulling out a porno mag that he brought with him. As he jerks his hard teen cock, his younger cousin reaches over to grab his rigid penis and start stroking it, causing the older teen to first startle at being caught jacking off, then quickly giving over to the ministrations of his younger cousin. All the while, I was stroking away at my own stiff prick, lost in the imagery on the screen before me. "Dad, what are you watching?" Reacting out of panic, just as the teen boy on the screen had when his younger cousin put his hand on his hard cock, I immediately startled and made to cover myself, before remembering that Matty had not only seen my dick hard, but had actually jerked me off before. "Matty, you sccared me. What are you doing awake?" I asked, recovering from my brief panic. "I couldn't sleep, so I thought I'd come sit with you till I fell asleep. What are you watching?" he asked again. "Oh, um, well, I'm watching some... pornography." I replied, somewhat reluctantly. "You mean like 'porno'?" he asked. "Yeah, that's what 'porno' is short for: 'pornography'," I clarified. "I thought that was just, like, naked ladies and stuff," he said, confused. "Well, it is that, but it can also be naked boys and men," I explained. "What are they doing?" asked Matty. On the screen, the younger cousin had progressed to sucking the cock of his older cousin, who was now laying back with his hands behind his head, a grin on his face as he experienced the pleasure his younger cousin was giving him. Matty, by this point, had come around to sit next to me on the couch, apparently unfazed at me being totally naked. I could see that his little boy nail was hard underneath the fabric of the light blue boxer-briefs he was wearing. I lifted up one arm as he sat down, to welcome him into my embrace. My other hand was still holding my hard penis. "Well, he's giving him a blowjob. Have you heard of that before?" "Yeah, but I didn't know what it meant. He doesn't look like he's blowing on the other boy's wiener," he observed, confused. "Haha, I know. It's a bit of a misnomer," I said, drawing another confused look from Matty. "That means the name makes it sound like one thing, but it's actually something different."On screen, the boys had switched places, so that the older boy was now sucking the younger boy's hard little nail, much to his delight. "Is this real?" Matty asked. "No... well, yes. They're actually giving each other blowjobs, but it's not like it's real life. Most of pornography is just fantasy. It's meant to titillate, not show the truth." "What's 'titty late' mean?" he asked, adorably mispronouncing the term. "It's 'titillate', not 'titty late', and it means it makes your little cock hard so you can jerk off real good!" As I said it, I let go of my cock and reached over to grasp his little prong within his underwear, drawing a fit of laughter from Matty. I let go of his dick, and he replaced my hand with his, lightly rubbing his erection. "Do you want to see some porno that's real?" I asked. "OK," he said eagerly. I grabbed the mouse and stopped this particular video. "OK, what do you want to see?" I asked. "I don't know," Matty answered. "Well, when you're jacking off, are you just focusing on the good feeling, or are you thinking of someone while you're doing it?" Matty blushed, but didn't answer right away. "It's OK, you can tell me," I urged him. "Tell you what, you don't have to say who, but do you like thinking about boys or girls?" "Boys, I guess," he said, bashfully. "Alright, that's fine. And, do you mean boys like you, or older boys, or grown-ups?" "Um, boys like me, but also older boys. I sometimes think about playing with their wieners," he said. "That's OK, Matty. I like to think about that, too," I said, reassuring him. With that, I scrolled through my library, pulling up a webcam video of a boy Matty's age with his older brother, who looked to be about 15. As the video started, both boys were clothed, but before long they both took off their shirts for the "girl" on the other end of the video. After another minute or so, the older boy sat upright, and pulled down his track pants to reveal his semi-hard 4-inch cock. His younger brother followed suit, pulling out his own little two-inch soft worm. I watched for Matty's reaction, and saw a smile form on his face. His hand on his crotch resumed massaging his boy boner through his underwear. "Is this OK?" I asked, though I knew the answer. Matty didn't answer, but nodded his head vigorously in approval. "Why don't you take off your underwear and get naked with me, that way you're not so confined," I suggested. He stood up, and I slid his boxer-briefs down his legs, exposing his rock hard 4-inch boner. He sat back down next to me, as I returned my arm around his shoulder. "There, now you can rub your penis without anything getting in your way," I said, wisely. Matty did just that, wrapping a fist around his stiff boy prong. I resumed stroking my own still-hard cock. On screen, the two boys had gotten completely naked. The younger boy's penis was now hard as well, sticking up about 3 inches from his smooth little body, while his older brother's dick had grown to its full 5-inch length. As we watched, the two boys reached over and started stroking each other's dicks. By the looks of it--they looked quite comfortable doing it--this wasn't the first time they'd jerked each other off. I continued stroking my cock, alternating my gaze between the boys onscreen, and the boy playing with himself right next to me. Matty's eyes were absolutely glued to the screen, his hand idly stroking his penis to the rhythm of the boys onscreen. A minute or so later, the older boy leaned back as his younger brother leaned over and took the teen's hard cock into his little mouth, bobbing his head up and down as he expertly sucked his brother's cock. Again, this was not his first rodeo. A broad smile formed on the older boy's face, as he placed a hand on his little brother's head, gently encouraging him to keep up his skilled oral efforts. "Wow," Matty whispered as he continued rubbing himself. Then, "Does it feel that good?" I didn't answer. Instead, I removed my arm from around his shoulder, and shifted away from him to give myself space. Then, as Matty looked over at me, confused as to why I'd moved away, I leaned in and moved his hand off of his penis. I brought my head down and engulfed his whole erection within my mouth, inhaling the clean smell emanating from his freshly bathed boy body . Matty immediately shuddered at the new sensation. As I did when stroking his cock, I alternated full up-and-down thrusts with extended attention just to his sensitive head, rubbing my tongue all over his glans, feeling the smooth, supple skin against my tongue, eliciting moans of overwhelming pleasure. As I bobbed up and down on Matty's penis, I kept stroking my own penis, which felt like it could spew forth its contents at any moment, stimulated as it was by my hand and the ongoing experience of sucking my own 12-year-old son's thick little penis. After only a couple of minutes of intense cocksucking, I felt the telltale quickened breathing that indicated Matty's impending orgasm, and dialed up my cocksucking accordingly, driving him toward the edge as I felt a small hand come to rest on my head, gently encouraging me to keep sucking. At the touch of Matty's hand on my head, I felt my own orgasm overtake me, sending rope after rope of cum spewing off in who-knows-what direction as I continued servicing my son's penis. Finally, Matty's moans grew louder beyond his control, and I felt his body reach its climax. Inside my mouth, I felt three strong volleys of boycum shoot out of Matty's penis and across my tongue. The warm, salty-sweet nectar coated the inside of my mouth, where I let it linger on my tongue for a moment before swallowing the delicious boy broth. Matty's cock still fully within my mouth, I resumed lapping at his sensitive glans with my tongue, coaxing out the rest of his load until, at last, it became too intense for Matty, and his hand moved to raise my mouth off of his overstimulated penis. Matty stayed sitting back, breathing heavily after coming down from his first orally-induced orgasm. As I lifted myself back up to a sitting position, I paused to appreciate the beautiful, spent boy in front of me, marveling at my luck in having such a gorgeous, sexy son. Matty finally opened his eyes to see me staring at him, a deeply satisfied smile spreading across his face. I smiled in response, leaning back as I also recovered. "So, you tell me? Did it feel as good as it looked when those boys were doing it?" I asked. "Holy cow, that felt so good. Even better than my normal cums. So awesome!" he panted. "Well, I'll take that as a compliment," I said, smiling back at him. "Dad, you came all over the couch," he said, slightly concerned. I looked down, and indeed, I had shot my load partly on myself, but mostly all over the couch cushion. "So I did! No problem. You can just clean the cushion tomorrow when you're not going to school," I threatened. "No way! It wasn't me who made a mess," he fired back, laughing. "Alright fine. Then, as punishment for not doing what I tell you, you have to go to bed." "Hehe, OK, fine." With that, Matty got up and walked past me on his way back upstairs to go to bed. He didn't even bother putting his underwear back on. As he passed, I gave him a quick swat on the bottom, eliciting another little giggle from my boy. After cleaning up my mess, I went upstairs to check on Matty, and sure enough he was fast asleep, absolutely exhausted by his first blowjob. I smiled, and retired to my own bedroom. I had a feeling I would have some very sweet dreams tonight. ---- That's the end of part 3. I have a notion of what happens next, but as ever, I love to hear feedback, so drop me a line with your comments (clean or dirty), suggestions, or just to say hello. You can find me at Interrobangbang@protonmail.com. And hey, if you liked this story, maybe you'll like my other ones. 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