Date: Tue, 28 Jun 2016 14:16:12 +0200
From: Fun Mammal <funmammal@hotmail.com>
Subject: FLORIAN'S DAD, A BOYLOVER'S TALE Part 2

DISCLAIMER

This is a 100% fictional story. It happens only in the mind of the
writer,and takes place in an imaginary country, where sex between kids and
adults is normal, fully consensual and legal. Please note this story
should, in no way, be considered as a motivation to have sex with a kid
being an adult. Children are the most wonderful, but also most delicate
creatures on

this planet, and they deserve to have our utmost respect and should NEVER
be used to fullfill our own pleasures.

The story contains graphic descriptions of underage (>12yo) boys and grown
men. As a reference to describe the main boy, I took the well known boy
model Florian. However, this has nothing to do with the boy in real life,
and nothing described below has ever happened as far as I know.

If any of this content upsets you or is illegal for you to read in your
country, please leave now. Otherwise grab some lotion and get naked.

Please don't forget to donate to Nifty so we can keep sharing these
fantasies for your benefit.

Off we go

"No more clothes tonight kiddo. What do you wanna drink?"

The kid grinned at me again. "Gin Tonic"

I looked back at him, without any expression on my face. He's 13. On the
other hand, I had just rimmed his boy pussy, licked his balls, sucked his
dick, put a butt plug in his hairless ass (and just realized it was still
in there) and had fired my cum all over him. It seemed a bit ridiculous to
refuse him a GT.



"Allright kiddo, let's go" He looked at me surprised. "Whicked dad! Can I
have a smoke too?" now laughing.

"Don't push it" I answered, as I turned the tip of the aluminium pen in my
hand and heard the vibrator in his tight little boypussy go to nr. 5.

"Oh my goooood" he yelled, following me, walking awkwardly. This was gonna
be a hell of an interesting weekend.

CHAPTER 2: THE TALK

Ok, as much as I liked, no loved, to see my little boy squirming naked in
the couch, boned up and leaking precum like a faucet because of the
throbbing buttplug in his pussy, I decided I didn't want him to drown on
Gin & Tonic, and turned down the plug to a slowly buzzing level 1.

"Hmmm fuck" he moaned "even so quitely it's still an awesome feeling" he
moaned. His beautiful eyes were half closed, and I loved to watch that
midesction of his match the buzzing. He was softly pushing up his ass of
the couch, rotating his hips, trying to push his untouched penis into the
thin air hoping it was a human orifice.

The view was magnificent, and my own daddy dick was hard as a rock once
again, but I knew we needed to talk first, at least before I could sink my
love pole into his willing teenage love tunnel.

"Hey" he said "why did you turn it off?" He was clearly disappointed, and
it seemed like he had an unstoppable urge for bottoming.  Which is good, in
a way, I think.

"We need to talk first buddy"

"You want me to take it out?" he asked, looking a bit disappointed.

"No no" I smiled "leave it in, we don't want you to get all closed up now,
do we?"

Oh I loved it when he giggled. So pure, sweet, innocent and devilish at the
same time. He didn't even have to tell me he like the idea of keeping his
butt open for me to penetrate later.

With his cute little boy butt no longer buzzing like a ringing iPhone, he
decided to take his first sip of G&T. His face was priceless. I knew him
well enough to be sure he'd never admit it, but clearly his taste buds were
still a bit over sensitive for bitter liquids. Although something in my
head was telling me he would love to have some salt in the back of his
throat, I didn't say a thing. He clearly wanted to be a grown boy, and
after what just had happened, who was I to stop him?

"So" I began, not really knowing where to start. "How did you end up with a
dildo in your ass thinking about me?"

He didn't dare to look at me. Despite the sexual atmosphere that was still
breathing in the entire house, he was clearly embarrassed again about what
happened half an hour before. "I don't know" he mumbled.

"You're gonna have to do better than that kid" I smiled.

He was getting slightly annoyed. "I don't know ok dad?" he snarled. "I just
happened"

I decided not to comment on his arrogant tone. Clearly this was a hard
thing for him to explain, and probably even understand himself, so I
thought I might as well give him some slack. During my years of high level
negotiating, I knew the value of silence, and decided to give him the time
he needed. Clearly it worked.

"I don't think it was really about you particularly" He had calmed down,
and seemed to be getting used to the taste of the tonic in his little
shaking hand.

He now looked me in the eye, clearly nervous about what he was about to
tell me.

"Come on buddy, spit it out" He laughed, the Gin starting to have its
effect on his little body. "I swallow dad, please"

How do you respond to that? You can't, really, can you?  "Sorry, that was a
joke"

He was getting all serious again, but lost eye contact. "I think I'm gay
dad" His bottom lip started to tremble a bit, and for some reason he
thought I would be mad or something. I took the glass from his hand, set it
down on the table, and took his face in my hands. Making him look at me
like I did earlier when he was all fucked up (sorry about the pun) from
being caught penetrating his smooth little pussy with a dildo.

"Flo, don't you dare to cry" I said sternly

"I know, boys don't cry"

"Who told you that crap? Of course boys can cry, just not for being
gay. That was our privilege as a member of the last generation. I messed
myself up for years when I started to understand I was gay, and no way in
hell I will let you go through the same pain ok?"

His look was priceless, confused & relieved at the same time.

"But how" he clearly didn't understand the concept of getting a woman
pregnant being gay.

"I was experimenting with your mum, it just happened I guess"

"So" damn it, I should have seen this coming. He was a smart kid, and could
easily put two and two together. "you didn't want me at all?"

"Don't you ever say that again Flo" I snapped. "You're the best thing that
ever happened to me!" Every word of it was true. "I was a mess when I met
your mother, and yes, I was a mess when I heard she was pregnant and I had
fucked up my life. NOT because of you, because I would be stuck with her"
His look was clearly not fully convinced yet. "But when I held you in my
arms that very first time I realized there must be a bigger plan to life
than everyday occasions. I knew for the first time that you were my
destiny. That you were my bigger plan. All the pieces of the puzzle fell
into place that moment we first made eye contact. I love you, with all my
heart, and nothing, I mean NOTHING, will ever change that. Now plant that
thought in your head and never dare to think it's not true or I will spank
you so hard you can't sit for a day"

I think he finally gave in, and as a slight smile emerged from his thin
lips. "I might like that" he grinned. He'd always amazed me. The way he can
change moods from one second to another is one of his best characteristics.

"Don't push me or I might try it" I laughed, kissing him softly on the
lips.

He broke our kiss quickly, although it was pretty clear he liked it.

"So you're gay" he asked. "Have you ever been with men?"

Grml, so now the conversation was about me I guess. Which is alright. If I
wanted him to open up, so should I.

"More erm, boys" I said, softly, being slightly embarrassed myself
now. "Not as young as you but I like twinks more than real man."

"Oh" was all he could say. My guess would be he spent enough time on gay
websites to know what being a twink meant.

"Mostly guys around 18 turn me on" I explained, seeing the disappointment
on his face. "Until today I think" I continued. "You were without a doubt
the hottest boy I ever had sex with"

"We didn't really have sex yet dad" It was funny how he was again all
serious. I wasn't gonna argue with him. Not much sense in trying to explain
him that there's more to sex than assfucking.

"But you want to, right?" I asked.

"Yes"

"Ok, than start from the beginning. You still didn't answer my question"

He sighed. "That's really because I just don't know dad. I never really
thought about you until today, I mean, not like that. It's just that Dylan
showed me that dildo" He looked at me, and saw my puzzled expression. "I
think it was his sister's or something. Anyway, she's off to college and
forgot to take it with her... I think. We didn't really discuss how he got
it. Anyway, he showed me the dildo and I boned up immediately. I mean, I
know I'm gay, I've known that ever since I was little." I chuckled. It was
funny to hear him speak about being little. "Don't mock me dad! I mean I've
known it since I was about the time I could talk. I've always liked boys. I
always wanted to see their willies. I always liked to look at grown man in
the swimming pool. Ever since I was eight I would bone up in the school
showers.  Every time Dad, so much that everyone is used to it and no one
cares about it anymore. I think pretty much everyone knows I'm gay and I've
never even told anyone"

For a moment I was happy he could grow up in this era, when being gay was
just about the same thing for kids as being blond or brown. No one
cared. It was just one of the many characteristics that made a person
unique, and not a singled 13yo I knew would even think about judging you
for it. Thank God.

"So anyway, Dylan showed me the dildo" he started for the third time, "and
all I could think of was: I need that thing in my ass. Which is what I told
Dylan"

Now this was getting interesting. Dylan was my son's best friend. And drop
dead gorgeous. He was one year older than Florian, and completely
different. He was about the same size as Florian, and had the same physique
but had the hottest blond long surfer hair you can imagine. I have to admit
the kid has starred in my late night jerk off sessions more than once.  The
last time I saw him naked was about a year ago, when he came out of the
shower and quickly covered up. He was still entirely smooth back than, and
I was curious to find out how his boy body had changed by now. Little did I
know I would discover that soon enough.

"Go on" I smiled, slowly rubbing my still naked hardon.  Which Florian
noticed.He decided to take matters in his own hands. Laying down on one
elbow he fondled my shaven balls, and slowly started stroking my cock.

"Well, when I told Dylan I wanted to try it, he offered me to help getting
it in. You know, loosen me up and stuff like that. I'd always thought he
was gay too, but we've never really spoken about it. So the next thing I
knew we were naked and I was on my hands and knees, having Dylan lubing up
my ass"

Although the image in my brain made my head spin, I really wanted to
understand the details.

"Where did he get the lube?" I asked. Florian looked at me like I had asked
him whether the earth was flat or round.

"We're teenage boys dad, we do nothing other than jerk off" he said,
matter-of-factly, rolling his eyes and shaking his head a little in
disbelief. Ok, so nowadays all teenage boys have lube available.

"Anyway. It took him quite some loosening up before my ass was able to take
it. Lots of lube, and lots of rimming later the head finally slipped in."
he looked like he was back on the scene, in that perfect bottom boy
position he had just described, wandering off. "It hurt like he shoved a
fucking freight train in my ass dude" he said.

"Mind your language" I said. Another look, shutting me up.  And he had a
point. If he was old enough to explain his first anal experience while
stroking my leaking cock, who was I to say something about the f-word?

"Finally he slipped it in all the way. It was a good thing the house was
empty. I think I was pretty loud. Not from pain, but from the amazing
feeling that fired through my entire body.  I asked him to start fucking me
with it, which he did. Faster and faster.  My cock was so hard dad, you
have no idea. I was leaking precum all over his bed sheets. Until he
decided to spice things up. Somehow, I don't really remember how he did it,
but suddendly he was underneath me, and was licking my balls.  His dick was
right in front of me, and I just had to suck it. It was amazing daddy. I
loved every second of it. By that time I realized I was a true gay slut,
and as much as I like Dylan and his smooth boycock, I needed a man as
well. A real dick" he looked me in the eye, and licked my cock from base to
tip.

"Like yours"

His lips over my cock head were the most intense sensation I'd ever
experienced in my life. He wasn't lying. He was a true boy slut. The way
he, slowly but firmly, started deep throating my 17cm was amazing. He had
clearly done this before, and had a perfect control over his gag reflex.
Very few of my older, more experienced, partners mastered this superb
sexual skill, but my own son, barely thirteen, was a true pro at it.

"Fuck yeah buddy, suck your daddy's cock" Words I never would have thought
I'd speak some day, just flowed out of my mouth in the same spontaneity as
my precum was generously filling his willing boymouth.

Sitting on the couch by my side, stark naked, on his hands and knees, I had
perfect access to his naked backside. My hand was roaming over his smooth
delicate ass cheeks when I realized the buttplug was still in there, making
the sound of a hummingbird. I decided I wanted to take things to the next
level, right now.

"Push out buddy, I'm gonna pull it out ok?" He just moaned over my
cockhead, sending vibrations over the sensitive area with his vocal cords
as I slowly started pulling the buttplug out, very carefully. It was a good
thing he was still throbbing hard from all these new sexual sensations, so
his ass was naturally more accepting for the extraction. It did make a
little pop. Not the loud one as I sometimes read on nifty. After all it's a
boy pussy, not an elephants anus. The louder sound was his moaning when I
stretched his anus to the maximum so far. He loved it! He loved everything
that was going on at his back door entrance.

Not caring where I put the buttplug down, I quickly inserted two fingers to
replace it. Another moan, muffled around the head of my dick.

The third finger made him close up for a split second, until his head told
his pussy to relax, and I slipped in easily, feeling his precious
tightness. I couldn't hold this back any longer. I had to have him.

I pulled his head off my cock.

"It's time kiddo"

He smiled. He knew he was going to get fucked in the ass by his own father,
and he smiled like the happiest teenager in the world. Well, he probably
was at that point.

As he straddled me in the couch, I put a large amount of lubrication on my
rocking hard dick. I wanted this to be as painless as possible. Although my
dick wasn't much wider than the thickest part of the buttplug, it was still
a permanent thickness sliding in and out, rather than a split second of
biting teeth.

He could hardly wait. I pulled his body close. I wanted to feel every
centimeter of my boy as I first made love to him. His heart was pounding in
his chest, so loud and hard I could feel it through my right nipple. His
forehead was sweaty, from excitement and anxiety. He smelled all boy, even
with his wet sweaty spikey hair he was the most beautiful creature I could
imagine. I didn't need to hold my cock. He was guiding it towards his
entrance himself, softly lowering himself on to it. Once half of my
cockhead was in, slowly forcing its way in, pushing that little hairless
anus to its limits, he leaned forward and kissed me.

I felt his tongue eagerly exploring mine. His eyes were closed, and with
every centimeter he moaned inside my mouth, slightly biting my lower lip,
possible the most erotic action a boy had ever performed. As the cockhead
was completely in, things got easier. He leaned even further forward, and
draped both his arms around my neck. His entire small and delicate torso
was now pressed against mine. I could feel his sweat and excitement. He
whispered in my ear.

"Fuck me daddy, fuck me as hard as you want, I'm all yours"

With those words he forced himself down all the way in one go.

"Florian what the!!!" I was just as surprised as he was. He probably
thought it was gonna be as it was with the buttplug, bite your teeth for a
second and it's over. Well, it wasn't. He was now fully impaled on my
throbbing cock, and as a reflex his little love ring was clinching hard
around the base of my dick.

I felt some tears on my shoulder.

"Just .... give meee.... a moment please" he said. I knew very well what he
was experiencing. A tender mix of anal pain and pleasure together with an
emotional rollercoaster as you had your first real man penetration.

Finally, after about two mintues, he leaned back, placing his hands on my
knees behind him. "All good" he sighed. I knew he was lying. He was trying
to toughen up, probably worried I would pull back out. Something I simply
couldn't do anyway. Now he had absorbed me, he had to take me all the
way. Not for me, but for him. I needed to loosen him up more by fucking
before I would be able to extract my cockhead in the other direction.

"Take your time buddy" I smiled, roaming my hands over his wet sweaty
chest. Softly stroking his delicate little nipples into full hardness I
watched in amazement as his boyish, hairless, abdomen were tensioning from
the sexual arousal this simple action was starting. I moved one hand
between his legs, which were pressed so immensely close to my lower body.
I drank in the beauty of this amazing young human being that was fully
impaled over his daddy's cock. I watched his small yet determined boycock
come back to life as I brushed over his completely hairless scrotum. All
things became one, and then he moved.

First slowly. Using just his abs and leg muscles, he pushed his wonderful
sweet pussy upwards over my dick. He never extracted the head. He sat down,
slowly. His eyes closed, facing towards the ceiling. His small yet perfect
little boydick was pointing all the way towards his chin. I watched every
single muscle move in amazement as my 13 yo hairless son started bopping up
and down over my steel hard shaft. His moans increased, and so did his
rythm. Both my hands were on his hips now. Not guiding, but following his
rythm. Giving him full control over this experience he would keep for the
rest of his life.

After about 20 minutes of merciless assault on my hardened penis, he was
clearly closing in on what was supposed to be the most intense orgasm of
his entire young life. Not to mention the fact it was probably his first
prostate driven one.

His impaling speed went up, causing an intense friction on my entire
penis. I loved how his boy body just could keep going without needing a
second to rest.

He hit me like a freight truck. From the top of his little lungs he was
screaming that he was coming, and while his little penis started to erupt,
his entire rectum closed around my very hard leaking cock, sending me over
the edge as well. While I was seeding his tight little pussy, his boydick
was erupting in all directions, coating our bodies in a warm watery liquid.
Pure boy nectar was mixed on both our torsos, and it seemed like he would
keep on shooting. Of course he didn't, and after about 30 seconds of pure
bliss, his muscle contractions started to slow down.

"Holy fuck Dad, that was amazing"

He collapsed against my chest, breathing rapidly, my cock still buried
inside, coated with my own semen mixed with lube and his childish anal
juice.

"Yeah, tell me about it" I sighed in relief, feeling my cock deflating
inside him.

The post orgasmic feeling of fucking your own son in such an ecstatic,
intimate way is something that's close to impossible to describe. You know
both your lives have changed forever, and yet again you wouldn't want it
any other way. All you can do is catch your breath and hope he feels the
same.  And Florian did.

"I wish you'd fucked me sooner dad" he whispered in my ear "that was the
freaking best. Please promise me we're gonna do this more often."

"You bet kiddo, you bet" I sighed, as I slipped my now soft cock out of his
well used pussy. Another moan. Man, would this kid ever stop moaning?

As he sat up I felt my semen leeking out of his opened hole.


"Turn around and put your hands on the table" He didn't question me, he
just did as he was asked. And the view was marvelous. Spreading his feet
meant he was spreading his ass, giving me an excellent view of his spread
anus. It was slightly swollen from the frequent entrances in one day,
trying, but failing, to close, resulting in a long white waterfall of my
own cum blended in with his own anal slime. I know most men will think it's
disgusting, but I couldn't think of anything better than licking it up,
resulting in another series of loud passionate high pitched moans.

END OF CHAPTER 2

I hope you all liked this episode. Not sure when I'll bring in Dylan to
join the party, but keep in mind he'll be the first to join Mark & Flo, not
the last :)

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