Date: Fri, 21 Feb 2020 11:39:07 +0000
From: norfolkandgood <norfolkandgood@protonmail.com>
Subject: Josh, His Daddy and the Cottage part 1

Author: Norfolkandgood

Josh, His Daddy and the Cottage

Day 1: Josh meets Adam

I wasn't very old the summer I went to live with my dad. Up until then I
lived with my mum in Cambridge, where she worked as a nurse in one of the
big hospitals. She and dad had never lived together, and I only ever really
saw him at Christmas and during the school holidays. He was an architect,
but he was still building up his career, so he worked long hours and had to
do a lot of travelling. Things had settled down a bit recently though, and
he'd finally bought himself a house -- an old cottage near the coast in
Norfolk. I'd been there the previous Christmas, just after he bought it,
and thought it was a bit scary. And dark. And very remote.

One day, just after school broke up for the summer holidays, I got home
from playing round at my best friend Charlie's house to find my mum and dad
having coffee in the kitchen together. I was delighted to see him, because
no-one had told me he was going to be coming, and ran over and gave him a
big hug.
	"Hey there, Joshy! Surprise! So how's my favourite boy?" Dad said
	"Wow, Daddy, what are you doing here?" I said.
	There was a moment's silence, and my dad looked at my mum.
	"Darling, there's something we need to talk about...," my Mum said
to me.

My mum's Swedish, and she explained me that she was going to have to move
back to Sweden to help look after my grandfather, who wasn't well. She
hoped it wouldn't be for too long, but until things were sorted out I was
going to be going to stay with my dad.
	"But it won't be forever, and you'll be able to play on the beach
and have lots of fun all summer long," she said. "And we can skype!"
	"Cool!" I exclaimed, possibly misjudging the mood from the look on
her face. Like a lot of kids hose parents don't live together, I tended to
idolise the one I didn't live with, my dad, and take my poor mum for
granted. I quickly added: "But I'll miss you every day, Mummy!"
	She smiled and laughed, and said: "Nice try, Joshy! Just try not to
miss me too much, okay?!"
	"When am I going?" I asked.
	"Right now, just as soon as we get your things together. I've
already packed your clothes and a few of your toys, but you'll have see if
there's anything else you want to take," Mum said.
	I grinned and looked up at my dad. He grinned back and winked at
me.
	I suddenly remembered something and stared down at the floor in
silence.
	"What is it, sweetheart?" my mum asked.
	"Charlie and I were going to make a den in his garden... We've got
a name for it and everything, and Charlie's daddy's been collecting stuff
for us to make it with..." I said in a quiet voice.
	Daddy crouched down in front of me.
	"Tell you what, Joshy," he said. "While you're sorting your things
out with Mummy, why don't I go round to Charlie's and ask his Mummy and
Daddy if he can come and stay for a few days during the summer holidays?
That way the two of you can make a den in my garden instead..."
	"Yay!" I yelped. "That would be way cool, Daddy! Have you got
enough stuff to make a really good one, though?" I added dubiously.
	"Oh, I think I've got enough stuff lying around to make a brilliant
den!" my dad said.
	Daddy went round to Charlie's house to talk to his parents, and
Mummy and I sorted out the things I wanted to take with me. Dad reappeared
half an hour later.
	"All sorted," he said. "Charlie's daddy is going to bring him over
to stay for a week in a couple of weeks' time, so you'll soon be seeing him
again!"
	"Cool! Thanks, Daddy!" I wrapped my arms round his neck and gave
him a hug. Hugging Daddy was one of the best things I knew -- he always
felt safe and strong, and I liked the way he smelled too.

An hour later we were on our way to the coast in Daddy's car. I was a bit
upset when I said goodbye to Mummy, but Daddy let me choose the music and
soon we were singing along to some of my favourite songs, and Daddy told me
about all the things he'd been doing to the house since I last saw it. I
wasn't really that interested in most of it -- but I liked the bit where he
told me he'd had my bedroom redecorated, and had got some big dinosaur
stickers for the walls. (I was crazy about dinosaurs at the time.)
	It was late by the time we got to the cottage, and I dozed off in
the car. Daddy carried me inside, got me into my pyjamas and tucked me up
in bed. I woke up and asked drowsily: "Are we there yet?" He leaned over
and smiled, told me that we were in his house, that I was already in bed,
and that he'd see me in the morning. He left the night-light on, and I fell
asleep almost at once.

I woke up the next morning when Daddy came into my room and opened the
curtains. He was wearing just a pair of loose beach shorts and a white
T-shirt. I liked it when he wore shorts, because then I could see the hair
on his legs. Daddy's hair is a bit darker than mine -- I'm what Mummy calls
"almost blond", the same way she jokes that I'm "almost Swedish". But
Daddy's hair is brown, and he has a lot of it on his chest and legs, and
even more round his willy -- I'd seen that when we had baths together.
	"Time to get up, Joshy! A quick shower, then after breakfast I'll
give you the guided tour!"
	"Do I really have to shower, Daddy?" I grumbled.
	"Yep. That's one of the house rules!"
	He led me into the bathroom, which he'd had done up as a wet-room,
with a really neat shower that sprayed water from all different directions
at once. For the first time in my young life, I actually enjoyed having a
shower -- the water was lovely and warm, and the spray of water that was
pointing at my little willy made me feel nice and tingly.

After breakfast my dad showed me round the house, and told me that if I
ever wanted him, I'd be able to find him in his office. It was really
fancy, with great big sliding glass doors that opened out onto the back
garden.
	We went outside and he showed me round the garden. It was quite
big, and full of old fruit trees, with loads of good places to build
dens. The grass was long and there were lots of weeds, but I thought it
looked brilliant. There were lots of gaps in the hedge, leading out onto
the grass-covered dunes that surrounded the house.
	Daddy explained that the reason he had got the house cheaply was
that it was so close to the coast, and that this part of the coast was
gradually eroding. He laughed and reassured me that it was nothing to worry
about, and that there was no chance of it falling into the sea for a very
long time yet.
	"But it does mean you have to be a bit careful if you go and play
outside the garden," he explained.
	The front of the cottage was at the end of a little road that led
into the nearest village, with a few other houses and an old farm along the
way. But just beyond the end of the back garden was a gravel track that
Daddy said was no longer used, because part of it had collapsed into the
sea a little way along the coast.
	"This part of Norfolk used to be really popular with holidaymakers,
a long time ago. There are some fancy old houses build by rich people about
a hundred years ago -- I'm actually doing some work at one of them at the
moment, because the new owners want to restore it. Anyway, they had this
track put in along the coast so they could go horse-riding and stuff. One
of the neighbours said it runs for miles, there's even an abandoned
car-park not far away, but I haven't really had time to do much exploring
yet. I go running most days, but so far I've only really headed down the
coast, because if you head north from here, you come to the bit where the
track has collapsed onto the beach. Come on, I'll show you..."
	Daddy led me out through a gap in hedge at the far end of the
garden, out onto the track. It ran off along the coast in both directions,
but we headed left, and sure enough, when we got round a slight bend, there
was a stretch of something like fifty metres or so missing. The track was
cordoned off, and there was a big "Danger! Keep out!" sign to stop people
going too close.
	Daddy picked me up to show me the drop to the beach. It wasn't
really that far, but to my child's eyes it looked terrifying.
	"You need to be really careful if you come this way, and make sure
you use this little path that goes round the gap."
	He pointed out the much narrower footpath that led through the
grass, to rejoin the wider track on the far side of the gap.
	As we were walking back to the house, he said:
	"I'd rather you stayed in the garden, but I know what it's like at
your age -- you want to go off and explore, find things out for
yourself. Just be careful, and stay away from the gap in the old track. If
you want to go down onto the beach, there's a little path if you turn right
from the end of the garden. But I don't really want you going down on the
beach on your own. Deal?"
	"Deal!" I exclaimed happily with a big grin.
	So far the whole place looked brilliant, way better than when I had
seen it the previous Christmas. I was really looking forward to exploring
the garden, and all the old sheds and outhouses. And that track really was
pretty exciting... where did it lead? What was on the other side of the
gap?
	I decided to find out as soon as I could.

Daddy made us some sandwiches for lunch, then said he had to go into his
office to do some work. I told him I'd be outside exploring, and set off
out into the garden on my own.
	I tried climbing some of the old apple trees, which was fun, but I
realised I was gradually making my way towards the end of the garden. I
made my way over to the hedge, and went through it the way Daddy had shown
me earlier. There was no-one else anywhere in sight. I turned left and set
off towards the gap in the track, determined to find out what was on the
other side.
	I made my way along the narrow path round the missing bit of track
and emerged on the far side of the gap. I felt very brave, and it was
exciting that I'd be able to tell Daddy about my adventures when I got back
home.
	I wasn't planning to go much further, but I wanted to see what was
round the next bend. So I carried on. I picked up an old stick and swiped
at the tall grass along the side of the track, watching the seagulls flying
over the great expanse of water off to my right.
	When I got round the bend in the track I found something I wasn't
expecting. There was what looked like an old, overgrown car-park, with a
rectangular building tucked into the bushes at one side of it. There were
no cars, because of course none could reach it now that the track had
fallen onto the beach.
	It all felt very strange -- kind of mysterious, a place that had
been forgotten. The track carried on at the other side of the car-park, but
I decided to stop here and do some more exploring before I went back to
tell Daddy what I'd found. He was going to be so impressed when I told him
I'd found the abandoned car-park!
	I walked over towards the building. As I'd already guessed, it was
a block of toilets, for the people using the car-park and presumably the
beach as well. I was expecting it to be locked up, but the door at the
men's side was open, and the lights were on inside.
	Seeing as I really did need a wee, I decided to be even braver and
go inside. Mummy had only just started to let me go into the men's toilet
on my own when we were out, so I felt very grown-up. I liked going to the
toilet on my own, and standing at the low urinal they usually had for
little boys, because it meant I could look at the other men's willies. Some
of them looked really big, and I don't think they ever noticed me looking,
because I was so much shorter than them, and didn't really have to move my
eyes much to look sideways while I was weeing. I think one man saw me
looking one day at the shopping centre in Cambridge, because he didn't put
his willy away after he'd finished weeing, just stood there with it
sticking out, pulling the skin back off the end and then covering it up
again. He did that several times, and I swear it looked like his willy was
getting even bigger, but then another man came in and the man put his willy
away and walked out.
	Because there were no cars in the car-park, I figured there was no
chance of me finding anyone else there. But it would still be fun to
explore, so I went inside.
	In front of the door was a row of washbasins along the wall, then
there was a gap at the end of the wall on the right, and when you went
through it there was a long trough to pee in on the wall behind the sinks,
and, opposite them, five cubicles in case anyone wanted to do a poo.
	There were dried leaves and quite a lot of sand on the floor, so it
didn't look like anyone was really taking care of the toilets anymore. But
the lights were still working, and while I was standing there looking
around me, the flush in the urinal came on, so the water much still be
connected as well.
	There was writing on the off-yellow walls, and what looked like
rude drawings -- it looked like there was even more writing on the walls
inside the cubicles. I was just about to take a look inside one of them
when I heard a sudden noise from outside. I wasn't doing anything wrong,
but I still panicked and rushed into the end cubicle, and quickly closed
the door. The lock seemed to be broken, but at least the door stayed
closed.
	I held my breath as someone walked into the toilet -- I heard the
footsteps walk past the row of basins, then they stopped at the
urinal. There was a little hole in the door, so I bent over and looked
through to where the man was standing. It looked like he was out for a run
-- he was wearing shorts and blue vest, and black running shoes. He was
youngish, younger than my daddy, who's almost 30 -- I guessed this man was
about twenty, or something? A grown-up, anyway. He was tall, and had short,
medium brown hair, and a bit of stubble. He had tanned, hairy legs, and
broad, muscly shoulders. I stood in the cubicle watching him at the urinal,
wishing I had been brave enough to stay out there, because then I might
have got a chance to see his willy while he was having a wee.
	Watching him wee reminded me that I needed to go, so I pulled my
shorts down and sat down on the toilet, thinking that the man would soon be
gone and I'd be able to get out and finish my exploring. But the man didn't
seem to move -- I didn't hear any footsteps, even though I couldn't hear
him peeing now. Then I heard footsteps, but they seemed to be moving closer
to me. What was he doing? I stared at the door, wishing I'd been able to
lock it, but he pushed opened the door of the next cubicle and walked into
that one instead. I guessed he was looking for toilet paper, maybe to wipe
the wee off his willy like Daddy had told me to do?
	While I was sitting there listening, I suddenly noticed that there
was another hole, this one in the wall between me and the next cubicle, the
one the man had gone into. Curious as to what it was doing there, I looked
through it, and saw that the man had pushed his shorts down and taken his
willy out, and was pointing it at the toilet. That seemed a bit odd,
because I'd definitely heard him weeing at the urinal. As I watched, he
pulled the skin back from the end of his willy, then pulled it forward
again, like the man in the other toilet had done. And once again, this
man's willy definitely looked like it was getting bigger! The end of it was
a nice purply-red colour, and the skin looked very stretched as he pulled
it up and down. I'd never seen the end of a man's willy look that big
before, it looked huge, and the rest of it was getting longer and thicker
too. He had pulled his shorts down, and I could see the hairs around the
bottom of his willy and even some on his balls, which were swinging a lot
as he stroked his willy.
	As I watched the man stroke his willy in the next cubicle, my own
little willy got stiff. It had started to do that sometimes, and I decided
to copy what the man was doing -- I started to slip the skin on the end of
my willy up and down, and I could see why the man was doing it, it felt
lovely, sort of tingly. I kept staring at the big willy through the hole as
the man played with it. A little drop of liquid appeared at the end of it,
and I watched in fascination. I didn't look like wee -- it was clear, and
when the man stopped stroking and touched the liquid with his finger, it
seemed to stick to his finger. Suddenly the man stepped back and bend down,
and an eye appeared at the hole. I looked away, worried about being caught
looking, but the man said in a soft voice:
	"Hey there, little guy. Don't worry, it's just us here, and I don't
mind you watching. Feels good, doesn't it?"
	"Um-hmm," I murmured, still too worried to say anything.
	"Would you like a closer look?"
	I hesitated. What did he mean?
	He stood up again and moved the end of his willy closer to the hole
in the cubicle wall. I could see another bead of the liquid at the end of
it, and stared at it wide-eyed as my own little willy twitched beneath my
fingers.
	"Y-y-yes, please," I stammered politely, and the willy moved even
closer to the hole. Suddenly the end of it was through the wall, sticking
right into the cubicle I was sitting in. Wow! My very first close-up look
at a man's willy, and a really nice one, too! If they all looked like this,
I couldn't wait to see more!
	The willy stuck further and further through the hole, until there
must have been at least seven inches of it in front of me. It kept
twitching and bobbing up and down, and I thought it was the most wonderful
thing I'd ever seen.
	"What... what's the stuff coming out of the end?" I asked in a
quiet little voice. "It doesn't look like wee..."
	"That's called pre-cum, little guy. You can touch it if you like,"
the man said, and his willy bobbed up and down, and some more of the liquid
appeared from the slit at the end of it.
	I raised one hand and touched the end of his throbbing willy with
my finger. The liquid was sticky, and when I pulled my finger away, it
formed a little strand between the end of my finger and the little hole at
the end of the man's willy. I looked at my finger, and put it to my nose to
sniff it. It didn't really have a smell.
	The man seemed to guess what I was doing, and said:
	"It tastes nice, too. Men can make all sort of different things
come out of their cocks."
	I giggled. Not only had the man said a rude word, but the idea that
men could make things come out of their willies was very funny. I wondered
if my daddy could make stuff come out of his willy too.
	"Like what?" I asked.
	"Well, when a man's cock gets all hard and somebody rubs it, first
it makes this sticky, clear liquid, called precum. But if they keep doing
it, it makes lots more white stuff, called cum, which shoots out really
hard. And it makes the man feel really good when that happens..."
	"Wow," I said. "Can I make mine do that? Can you show me how to
make it do that?"
	"Oh, little guy, I'm afraid you're still a bit too young for that,
but it'll happen all the time when you grow up. Trust me, you're going to
love it when that starts happening!"
	I grinned, and put my hand back up to his willy -- his cock! It
felt really nice -- soft and warm and hard, all at the same time. I tried
moving the skin up and down the way the man had been doing when I was
watching him through the hole. The man groaned.
	"Oh yeah, that feels great. Keep doing that, little guy!"
	Pleased that the man was happy, I did it some more, and more of the
clear liquid -- the precum stuff -- appeared at the end. I didn't want to
stop stroking the man's willy, and my other hand was still playing my own
little stiffy. I thought for a moment, then leaned forward and stuck my
tongue out to touch the end of the man's cock, and licked the liquid off
it.
	That only made more of the liquid appear, and I pursed my lips and
pressed them to the end of the man's cock, and tried to see if I could suck
any more of the liquid out. And more did come out, and it tasted lovely!
Sort of sticky, if something can taste sticky, and a bit tingly too. I
decided that what it tasted of most was probably man, and that it was one
of the nicest flavours I'd ever tasted.
	"Oh, little guy, that feels soooo good!" the man said. "Can you put
any more of it in your mouth?"
	I stretched my lip really wide and all of the sudden the whole head
of his cock popped into my mouth. It was like the biggest lollipop I had
ever tried, and tasted much nicer! I kept sucking as hard as I could, my
little tongue flicking and licking around the slit where the sticky stuff
came out. Now that his big cock-head was in my mouth, I found I could take
more of the shaft into my mouth without too much difficulty.
	The guy on the other side of the wall was moaning and kept telling
me what a good boy I was, and how great I was making him feel.
	Encouraged by the praise, I bobbed a bit too far and the swollen
end of his cock hit the back of my throat. I felt like I was going to
cough, but just then he pushed his cock hard through the hole and I felt
the end of his cock slip into my throat. Wow! It felt a bit scary, because
I couldn't really breathe properly when it was there, but it soon slipped
out again and I took a big breath through my nose.
	I carried on sucking his big stiff willy for what felt like ages,
but I was having such a great time that I didn't want it to stop, not
ever. I'd stopped tickling my own little willy a while back, but it was
still twitching and bobbing about on its own, almost as stiff as the man's,
even if it was an awful lot smaller. I had both hands wrapped round the
base of his cock now, and it felt a bit like I was holding a plastic beaker
full of juice. Not that I'd ever sucked on one of those that was so much
fun, or felt so good in my mouth!
	"Little buddy, you know what I said about men making different
stuff come out of their cocks when they feel good? Well you're making me
feel really, really good, so it won't be long before I shoot my spunk in
your mouth. It might come as a bit of a surprise, but just keep sucking
when it happens, and try to swallow as much of it as you can. Okay, buddy?"
he said, groaning and panting as he spoke.
	"Mmmm... kay," I tried to say with my mouth full of his cock. I
kept sucking and licking hard -- I couldn't wait to see what this other
stuff tasted like!
	The guy started to moan and groan louder, and kept pushing his cock
through the hole harder and faster than ever. I wasn't sure, but it felt
like it was even harder and bigger than before.
	"Fuck, little guy, you're going to make me cuuuuuuummm.....!!!" the
man said, his voice turning into a guttural grunt at the end of the
sentence.
	His cock twitched really hard in my mouth, and suddenly I felt it
squirt warm liquid into my mouth, hitting the back of my throat. I did what
the man had said, and kept licking and sucking as I tried to swallow as
much of it as I could.
	"Fuck, yeah!" the guy said as his cock shot its load in my
mouth. "Oh yeah, don't stop!!"
	I kept sucking and licking hard as the liquid shot into my
mouth. It tasted sort of sweet but tangy at the same time, a bit like some
of my favourite sweets, the ones Mummy never wanted to buy me. His cock was
still twitching hard, but there wasn't so much coming out of the end of it
now, and I sucked as hard as I could to get the last drops out. I slipped
my mouth off his cock to look at it, and moved my hands up and down it,
making the skin slip over the end again. I pushed it back once more so I
could lick underneath it, in case any of the sticky cum stuff was under
there.
	The guy was still groaning, then he let out a long, deep breath and
said: "Little dude, that was one of the best blowjobs I've ever had! You
sure that was your first time?!"
	"Mmm-hmm," I replied, still staring intently at his cock as it
started to get a bit softer in my hands. Another drop of the liquid
appeared from the slit at the big end of his willy, and I stuck my tongue
out to lick it off.
	"Okay, little guy, that's all there is for now," the man said,
slowly pulling his willy back through the hole in the wall.
	I felt a bit disappointed that he was taking my favourite new toy
away, but cheered up immediately because he said:
	"Do you live round here? I'd love to do that again, if you'd like
to meet up again?"
	"I live with my daddy, he's an architect, and we live right next to
the beach!" I said.
	"Oh, so that's your daddy, is it? The farmer who owns the field
we're camping in said something about an architect living nearby. Didn't
say anything about him having such a cute son, though!"
	I giggled.
	"I only moved here yesterday. My mummy had to go to Sweden."
	"My name's Adam," he said as he tucked his willy into his shorts
while I watched through the hole in the wall. "What's yours?"
	"I'm Josh, but Daddy always calls me Joshy," I replied.
	"Well, it's very, very nice to meet you, Joshy!" Adam said. "I'm
staying at the camp-site just up the coast with some friends, having a
cheap holiday before we have to start our summer jobs. I had no idea it was
going to turn out to be this much fun!"
	"Can I do it again now? Your stuff tasted really nice!" I said
through the hole.
	"Not today, Joshy... my friends will be wondering where I've gone
-- I told them I was only going for a short run along the track! But we
could meet up here again tomorrow at the same time, if you'd like that?"
	"Yeah! I'd really, really like that!" I yelped, excited that I was
going to have another chance to suck my new friend's big willy.
	"Three o'clock tomorrow afternoon, then!" Adam said, opening the
door of his cubicle and looking over the door of mine. "Damn, you're such a
cute little guy, Joshy! Can't wait to see you again!" he said, then walked
out of the toilet.
	I sat back on the toilet with a big grin on my face. It was only my
first day staying with Daddy, and already I'd had a big adventure and made
a special new friend. I was going to like it here, if this was what it was
going to be like!
	I pulled my shorts up and ran out of the toilet, taking care to
wash my hands on the way out like I'd been told to. I could still taste
Adam's stuff in my mouth as I ran home to see what Daddy was doing and tell
him I'd been exploring past the gap in the track. I decided not to tell him
about the rest of my secret adventure, although I couldn't help wondering
what his willy looked like when it was stiff, and what his stuff tasted
like...

End of part 1.

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