Date: Fri, 09 Apr 2021 09:39:02 +0000 From: Patrick Writes Subject: Helping Nathan Grow Up Thank you for picking my story. This story will include sex between men and boys. Like all the other stories say: if you shouldn't be reading this or you think that it will offend you, then don't read it. This is all made up. However, this doesn't mean anything about the fantasies or desires of any readers or the writer. Donate to Nifty - the more we support it, the more likely it is to say here for years and years. This story is a one off inspired from a conversation between myself and a reader. I hope both he, and you, enjoy it and I'd love to hear your thoughts. PatrickWrites@protonmail.com ******************************* Helping Nathan Grow Up ******************************* As I pulled up to the address I'd been given, the first thing that struck me was the niceness of the area and the building and the elaborate design work in the garden and driveway: the people who lived here clearly had money. It was likely that they'd had a picture-perfect life until now and that this revelation had shaken them to their core. Whilst their call had not been one I'd expected, I can see how they'd arrived at the conclusion that this was their only option. In truth, as it had for so many other families before this one, what was going to happen today would improve their lives. A grey wooden door filled the frame, a white metal ring serving as the knocker. I had barely released it from my grip when the door was swung open: a sign that they had been waiting anxiously for my arrival. A man stood there in his hallway. Height-wise, we seemed to be roughly similar at a few inches above 6 foot but where I was stood tall, he seemed almost hunched over, his embarrassment at the situation showing through his body. His eyes darted up towards my face and then quickly away, almost as if he was afraid to look at me. "Scott?" he asked, his voice quiet. "That's right," I answered, "I'm assuming you're Adam, yeah?" "Yeah... erm... come in, please." He stepped aside and allowed me to pass into his family home. "Thank you for... yeah," Adam said as he held out his hand towards me. His palm was sweaty and it trembled slightly in my hand before I let him go. He cleared his throat: "He's... in... our bedroom." "And his mother?" I asked. "No, she..." he paused for a moment, "We both love him so completely but she couldn't be here for this. It was just too much for her." "I understand." And I did: in all of my experience in these scenarios, the mother was very rarely involved. The change that comes is often too much for her. The responsibility pretty much always fell onto the shoulders of the dad but I did find myself curious as to why this particular one hadn't taken control of the situation himself, especially as we were so close in age, and I asked him as much. At first, he seemed shocked by my challenge of his decision: "I... I just... well, I never... It's just not proper, is it? And, I mean, you're an expert. That's what the Jacksons said anyway when they recommended you." I turned towards the man and put my hand on the top of his arm. "Adam," my voice was low, gentle but firm, "It's ok - you made the right decision for him." The dark-haired man blushed slightly: "He deserves the best." I smiled - this man clearly cared for his son and I told him as much as he led me up the stairs and to the door to their bedroom. His hand still had a slight tremble as he reached for the handle and pushed it open. Inside of the room was a large king-sized bed. There, sat cross-legged on the patterned covers, was the boy in question. For a brief second, I felt my breath catch as I was taken aback by quite how attractive this ten-year-old was. His skin was pale, almost looking like freshly fired porcelain, and almost unblemished with a few small freckles and moles darted about, almost highlighting his beauty further. Golden locks of hair topped his head, cut in a messy style, a slightly longer fringe reaching down towards his eyes: two piercing blue lights which were now curiously scanning over my body. He was dressed, albeit in pyjamas, with a short and t-shirt combo, a Pokémon character emblazoned across the front. He was the picture of innocence. As I took my first step towards him, his red lips parted. "Hi," his voice was quiet, the higher pitch of boyhood still evident. He shifted over to sit on the edge of the bed, his bare feet dangled off still a little way from the floor. Despite his voice, it was obvious that puberty had started for him as his feet looked out of proportion with the rest of him: a large size 6 or 7 that would have looked more typical on a teenager. "Hello," I said to him, my voice kept soft, as I squatted down on the floor in front of him, "Your daddy tells me your name is Nathan, is that right?" He nodded so I continued: "I'm Scott. Do you know why I'm here?" Again, he nodded but this time, his cheeks turned a pale shade of pink. I smiled and, with my right hand, brushed the boy's fringe out of his eyes. "Daddy says you've been watching some things - some videos - is that right?" His eyes met mine and, for a moment, I would swear my heart skipped a beat before he turned away. "Yeah some..." and then his voice went so small that I could barely hear it, "gay videos." "Nathan," I began, taking hold of his chin and turning it towards me, "Being gay is who you are. It's nothing to be embarrassed about. It's an important part of you. Be proud - I know Daddy is very proud of you." The ten-year-old smiled and looked over at his father who had been watching this exchange from where he was, still stood near to the door. He was smiling and a clear look of love passed between the two of them. "Adam, do you want to stay?" I asked him. A look of surprise crossed his face: "Is that an option?" "If Nathan agrees." Turning to the boy, I posed the question: "Do you want Daddy to stay?" With the cutest manners, the beautiful blond said: "Yes please." "Ok, my lovely boy." I rose to my feet and pointed over towards a chair in the corner of the room: "Adam, you'll sit there but listen to me very carefully. Unless we ask you, you aren't to speak and you do not leave that chair. Am I clear?" In my experience, I'd found that fathers often want to remain in the room if given the choice - perhaps a curiosity on their part - but that you had to be very firm on what they were and were not allowed to do if you wanted things to run smoothly and for the best outcomes for the boy. As Adam settled down into the chair, I kicked off my trainers and moved onto the bed to put myself into a half-seated, half-laid position with the pillows propping me up. Nathan hadn't changed his position but his eyes were watching me as if waiting for some kind of permission. "Nathan," I said, his eyes flickering as he heard his name, "I'm here to be yours - you know that. You don't need permission. This time is yours for whatever it is that you want. It's alright - go on." The little cutie turned and climbed back onto the bed on his hands and knees. The poor boy's fingers were shaking like a leaf as they made contact with my hairy legs, lightly brushing against the skin there: he was probably quite overwhelmed and I knew then that he may need more guidance when things went further. For two or three minutes, I just stayed quiet, letting him explore me in whatever way he wanted. His fingers moved from my legs to the area currently covered by my t-shirt. I noticed that he'd deliberately avoided making contact with the bulge in my shorts, for now at least, but he seemed to enjoy tracing the material on top of my abs, feeling the muscle definition beneath. Before long, the boy was on top of me, an attempted straddled position but resting more of his weight on me than on the bed. Our faces were close and I could see him glancing down at my lips but no movement for forthcoming. "Please could I kiss you, Nathan?" His smile grew from a small grin into a fully toothed explosion and he nodded. Raising them from the bed, my left hand went behind the boy's back, holding him across the base of his spine, the span of my hand covering his entire back, whilst my right hand slid into his hair at the back of his head. As our lips met, the world melted away leaving only me and this boy in existence: our warm lips locked together, slowly and softly massaging each other. I could hear him moaning out quietly and, after a few more seconds, I broke our kiss. His face was above mine, our eyes on only each other, darting between the other's eyes and lips. We stayed like that until, in his little voice, Nathan found the courage to ask for what he wanted: "More... please." We kissed like that for about ten minutes, just enjoying the feel of each other's warmth and touch. I knew that he was hard, his little nail pushing out against his pyjamas and pressing into my body, and I was in the same situation with eight inches of my own straining against my clothing. It was time. Our lips parted and he laid down on top of me, his head resting on my shoulders. I could see his dad watching closely from the chair, his eyes never leaving us. "Nath, do you want to get nakie with me?" Against my skin, I felt his little head nod, his hair brushing softly against my chin. I let the boy take my clothes off of me, with help of course, but he placed his little fingers on the hem and pulled my t-shirt up and over my head, revealing my furry, toned chest. Once I'd unbuttoned them, he was able to pull the shorts down over my hairy, muscular legs. There had been a slight pause when he'd looked at my underwear and seen properly the size of my bulge but, with gentle words of reassurance, he'd been able to peel them off of me, leaving me completely naked laid there in front of him. Allowing him to do this, whilst remaining dressed himself, helped to make him more confident and, whilst he still blushed as I removed his pyjamas, complimenting him on how cute they were, he didn't shy away from my touch. This beautiful blond had a slender body, with the usual little boy tummy and two tiny nipples which were sticking out into the air, showing his excitement. His arms and lower legs had a light covering of peach fuzz but the rest of him was completely smooth, including his tight, little ballsack and the three-inch nail that was standing out proudly from his body. It was thin, smaller than my fingers, and uncut with a pink head peeking out from inside of the foreskin. He was breath-taking, truly, and I found myself feeling so grateful that I was the first man to kiss his lips and feel his naked body pressed against my own as he laid back down on top of me. For a little while, I just ran my fingers up and down his back, letting him feel the warmth of my body beneath him, until I noticed some movement from the cute ten-year-old. His fingers were venturing down my body, whilst he also tried to avoid moving his head. I guess he thought I wouldn't notice and I felt him almost jump when I spoke: "It's ok, Nath. You can feel it if you want to. It's yours to play with." He rose up from my body, his hands pushing against my chest, and smiled at me - a cheeky grin - and just said: "Thank you." And then he disappeared down my body. Looking over, I could see Adam gasp as his young son took hold of my thick, uncut cock in his hands. With the size and the weight of my meat, Nathan needed both just to lift it from my body and he quickly put to use what he had learned from all of those hours of naughty videos that Adam had told me he'd watched. Up and down went my foreskin, controlled by his slender fingers, as he looked on, eyes fixated on my cock and mouth already hanging open. He licked his lips and, acting on impulse, he moved forwards towards it. Just before his mouth came into contact with the mushroom head of my dick, which he had exposed, he paused and looked at me. "May I..." he began but I was already nodding before he even began the question. And, as such, it was only seconds before this boy tasted his first ever cock. I laid back, my right hand moving to his head but more as a reassuring touch than a controlling one. This was Nathan's time and if he wanted to give me a blowjob then it wasn't going to turn into a face-fucking session just for my pleasure. To be honest, it was pleasurable enough as it was and I'm not sure who was groaning more: me or him. As my cockhead slid over his tongue and into his little mouth, I could feel the vibrations from his moaning as they pulsed down through the shaft, which he was still working with his little hands. "Oh wow, Nathan. That's... that's amazing..." His tongue flicked up against the underside of my dick, finding the sensitivity there and teasing it enough that I was actually gripping the bedsheets with my left hand. "That's good... good boy... oh you beautiful boy... you're so good." I heard a groan from the corner of the room and looked over to see that Adam was massaging a clearly hard cock through his joggers. It wasn't unusual for their fathers to become turned on by what their sons and I did together and he seemed to be fascinated by what was unfolding in front of him. "Adam... Adam!" I said, shaking him out of his reverie, "Isn't he a good boy? Isn't your son a talented, beautiful boy?" "Oh yes," he said, his voice louder and gruffer than I think he'd intended, "Nathie you're so special. I'm so proud of you. Oh wow... look... just... look at you go." "His mouth feels so good on my cock, Adam. Oh wow - your son's soft lips and tongue are making me feel so damn good." He looked as if he was going to say more but bit his lip, a moan escaping his throat. Pulling my attention back and away from his father, Nathan released his hold on my cock and threw himself up the bed, landing with a little bump next to me. With a big cheeky smile, he looked at me and said, "My turn now," as he opened his legs. I didn't have to be asked twice and I flipped over and moved so that I was between his slender, fuzz covered legs. In one movement, I lifted them and placed them over my body so that his knees were bent over my broad shoulders with his legs and unusually large feet pressed against my back. His smooth, white thighs were on either side of my head and I started my journey there. Pressing my lips against them, I kissed his soft skin and then worked a line with my tongue from his thigh all the way down to his little ballsack, clinging tightly to his body. He whimpered out and then cried loudly as my tongue traced over the oval gems inside. I could feel them under my tongue and I moved from one to the other as I took both inside of my warm, wet mouth. When I released them, and turned my tongue on its new target, Nathan's hands went straight to the sides of my head. I couldn't tell whether they were trying to push me off, because of his sensitive his little nail was, or pull me down, urging me to take more of it into my mouth. Either way, he was moaning and groaning: I could feel his feet thrashing against my back and his thigh muscles spasming next to my head. "Ugh... Oh... Urgh!" his gasps and whimpers constantly growing in volume. Pulling off for a moment, I looked up along his body, "You like me sucking you, Nath? You love me sucking your cock?" "Yes!" he practically shouted, "Suck... Please... suck my... my cock." I could hear his dad groan at his son's use of such naughty, dirty words and I smiled as I dove right back onto this ten-year-old's little nail. As I sucked, turning my mouth into a vacuum, my large hands ran up and down the boy's smooth thighs. Then, in one quick movement, I took hold of them and released his nail, pushing his legs back towards him, bending him almost in half on the bed. He spoke up immediately, shocked, "Hey! What... suck my... OH!" That cry came as my tongue found its mark: that beautiful pink virgin pucker between his little cheeks. To describe Nathan's taste as heavenly wouldn't be going far enough to do it justice. This boy was, with a doubt, the single most delicious thing my tongue had ever tasted. My tastebuds came alive as I dragged my tongue all the way across his exposed rosebud and then I started to swirl around it, willing it to open. I could hear Nathan from above me: "Da... Daddy... he's... oh Daddy he's..." Adam's voice was deeper, but sounded equally as turned on and desperate: "Say it, Nathie. What is he doing? Tell Daddy, tell me what this amazing man is doing to you." The ten-year-old's hole had relaxed enough by then that I had just begun my tongue's invasion of this most sacred and intimate space. The heat radiating out of him and into my tongue was intense. "He's inside me, Daddy! He's inside me!" Nathan sounded so excited and it spurred me on to go further. With delicate movements, I teased his hole open wider and pushed in deeper, letting him feel how good to felt to have his tight boy hole played with by a man. Once I felt that this angel of a boy was relaxed enough, I pulled out of him and sat back, the little cutie just panting. Sliding my arms under his slender body, I flipped us both over so that, once again, he was laid on top of me and our kissing resumed. However, this time, my hand wasn't just stroking his back. No, this time, my index finger was between his cheeks, rubbing over that wet hole. I felt him moan into my mouth as I pushed it inside of him, penetrating his body. Adam gasped and gulped as he watched his son's hole stretch around my finger but, as per our agreement, he said nothing. Nathan's passage clung to my finger, the velvety-soft inside hugging it as the warmth of this boy permeated through into me. As we kissed, one finger eventually became two, widening his tight virgin hole in preparation for what was to come. In this position, I could hear every moan and whimper, feel every squirm and twitch and adjust my approach accordingly, playing him like a finely-tuned instrument. The way his little nail twitched and pulsed against my abs showed me just how much pleasure he was getting from this and I almost felt bad when I carefully removed my fingers, leaving his hole alone. I knew his father could see it, open and wet, and I wondered at precisely what was going through his mind right now, seeing his ten-year-old son like this. Nathan lifted his head above mine and we just look at each other. I brushed the hair from his face and asked: "Are you ready?" He paused for moment, the words catching in his throat, but he nodded. Then, in the cutest voice, he whispered: "I love you, Scott. I... trust you." "I love you too, Nath," the words were out of my mouth before I could think about them but, if I was honest with you now, I think they absolutely were the truth. I felt more drawn to his boy than any of the others I'd performed this service for before. There was something about him - some pull that I couldn't quite define or describe. We were connected. Using the power of my body, I lifted the small boy as I stood and then laid him back on the bed. "Adam," I said, as I turned towards him, "In my bag, there's a bottle. Get it." Dutifully, he followed my instructions. As he tried to hand it to me, I shook my head: "No. Squeeze some out and apply it to my cock. I'm about to be inside of your boy, Adam. Lube up my cock ready: I'm going to fuck your son." The man whimpered and seemed to take great delight in feeling how long and thick my dick was, how heavy it felt in his hand. His lubing job was thorough to say the least and that was only going to make it easier for the beautiful boy waiting on the bed for me, watching his father with fascination. There's a moment, just when your cock head is pressed against that tight and tiny hole, when you feel it quivering against you. It's filled with anticipation, with the promise of the ultimate pleasure for both of you. I could see it written all over Nathan's face as he laid back on that bed, his legs up against my chest. It was a moment that we shared before we'd establish a bond that we'd both remember for the rest of our lives. Then, that beautiful ten-year-old gave me his virginity as my cock pushed inside of him. "Oh... oh... OH!" he moaned from under me, high-pitched whimpers and moans as his hole stretched around my invading cock. The finger-fuck I'd given him and the lube his dad had applied to my cock were both helping but it was still an intense moment. As I slid deeper into him, opening up his insides, I could feel how tightly they gripped me as if his body was becoming moulded to my cock: a perfectly snug home for it. "That's it," I said, a soft voice, "Good boy, you're doing great." I massaged his tummy - small circles on his body to help him relax and my thick, uncut cock eased further into him. I knew what was about to happen, it was right there and my cock had always been great at finding that little button hidden inside. Just one more push and then: "OHHHHH FUUUUCCCKKKKK" Hearing such a beautiful boy using such nasty language was a huge turn on for me and my cock throbbed inside of him: I knew that his father must have been feeling the same and, when I turned my head, I could see that the man had now exposed his own dick and was stroking it. Adam was wanking his cock while watching his son lose his virginity. Knowing that I'd found his sweet spot, I began to rock my hips, sliding slightly out and then back in, brushing against that button every single time but also using that to drive myself in deeper. Before long, Nathan was taking all of me - every inch of my thick adult cock in his tiny ten-year-old hole. He was laid back, his body glistening with sweat, both from what was coming from him and dripping down onto his body from me. His eyes were rolling back in his head and his little hands gripped tightly onto the covers on either side of his body. There were no words from him, just soft whimpers and long moans as my cock brought him more pleasure than he'd ever experienced in his life. Unable to resist anymore, and almost losing myself in the moment, I took hold of his ankles and held out his feet in front of me. They were so huge on his small body - size 6s or 7s and the soles were absolutely divine: a light pink in colour and, when I pressed my face into them, they felt just as soft as they had looked. I let my tongue explore his soles and toes as my cock continued to thrust into him, slowly and sensually, eliciting those sexy sounds from him every time. The scent of his feet was just a really intense version of him and I breathed in deeply, my cock pulsing in response. Whilst I wished I could remain like that forever, I knew that if I'd even given myself another few seconds with his heavenly feet, I'd have been coating the boy's insides with my spunk already and I didn't want to do that yet. He gave the cutest whimpers as I pulled out of him, his hole open and empty. "Wha... no... please Scott... please... put it back," his pleas made my dick throb and I knew from the sounds in the corner that his father was feeling the same. "It's ok, Nath, we've not stopped yet." I laid back on the bed, my feet out towards Adam, and showed Nathan how to climb on top of me, I laid him down, his back against my chest and his little nail sticking out. Guiding his hands, I taught him to reach down and find my cock, and to line it back up with where he now needed it to be. Once he had, I thrust up while sliding him down and he was once again, impaled on eight inches of thick uncut cock. As I pushed up into him, I planted soft kisses on his face. I heard him whimpering and whispering: "So good... so good... so big... oh Scott... Scott, I love you... I love you..." I whispered the same things back to him, telling him how amazing he felt and what a beautifully sexy boy he was. I told him how much I loved him and how much I loved what we were doing right now. "Tell Daddy how you feel, Nath," I looked at Adam, his eyes locked on his boy's hole stretched around my cock. His mouth was hanging open, drool literally dripping out. He'd removed all of his clothes now and he just watched us as he furiously wanked his own dick, lost in the moment. "Da... Daddy it's so good... I... I'm so full... Daddy... I love it... thank you Daddy, thank you, thank you, thank you!" Adam's voice was rougher now: "You're doing it, Nathie, you're taking it all. You've got his whole cock buried deep inside you... I... I'm so proud of you... I'm so happy for you, Nathie. Oh fuck... oh fuck I'm close... Nathie, you're turning me on so much." "Get up now," I ordered, still pushing up into his son, "Over here." Adam complied and stood next to the bed, still wanking his big dick which was now a pulsing with every stroke. "Show him." I said, "Show him how happy and turned on you are. Do it. Cover him in his father's cum!" With that, Adam let out a deep cry and he unloaded there and then. Thick ropes of spunk few out of the end of his cock and over his beautiful ten-year-old son. Pools and streaks of cum coated the boy's soft skin as I continued to fuck him. With my right hand, I collected bits of Adam's spunk and lathered them over Nathan's little nail, wanking him off with his own dad's cum as lube. He writhed and moaned on top of me, his hole tightly contracting around my thick cock. His whimpers grew in volume and pitch until he was practically squealing in delight, his nail twitching in my fingers. This boy was experiencing his first dry cum and it was an intense one with his little button being worked by my cock and body coated in his dad's load. And that is, of course, when I added my own to the mix, flooding the boy with so much spunk that it felt as if my heavy, hairy balls were emptying everything they had into him. I knew he could feel it pulsing and shooting inside of him, coating his insides and marking an end to his first ever fuck. I lay back on the bed, a mixture of sweat and cum over my body, with Nathan who was also just laid back relaxed on top of me. For a moment, there was just silence and then I felt it: a shake of his body. There was a sniff and then another. The experience had overwhelmed the beautiful boy and overloaded his senses and now he was doing the only thing he could do: he was starting to cry. I wrapped my arms around him, pulling him off of my cock and turning him towards me. He buried his head in my chest and I just held him, softly stroking his back and hair and telling him what a good boy he was. After a look from me, his dad joined us beside me in the bed to do the same, both of us holding his son as we all fell asleep together. ******************************* Drop me an email: PatrickWrites@protonmail.com I'd love to hear your thoughts, feedback and any reactions you had to the story. Hit me up and let's chat.