Date: Mon, 8 Jul 2013 07:56:07 -0700 From: K K Subject: Kevin's Beautiful Son 1 This story is 100% fiction and has no basis in anything true or anyone real. All of the charters only live only in my head. Well it happened again, some of the boys in my head got out and landed in this story. All the Nifty disclaimers and rules apply to this story. You must be 18 or older to read this story. Enjoy! Kevin's Beautiful Son The arrival "Man, you have a tight ass, fuck!" John sighed, plunging his dick deep into my ass "Do you want Daddy to fuck you little boy, do you?" "Fuck me Daddy, please fuck me!" I cried out. "I'm going to pound your ass all the way to Hell and back, are you ready little boy?" "Yes Daddy! Fuck me, fuck me hard. Please, Daddy!" "CUT!" Jason declared "This is just not working, Kev, what's wrong?" John's dick slid out of my ass as he got up to get a drink. "I don't know...his dick is not all that great, man." I chuckled. "It is a great scene you fuck-up, give the story a chance to take off." "Story? There is no fucking story." I sighed, getting up to look out the window. "Come on, Kev." Jason whispered, planting soft kisses on the back of my neck. "I just can't do it anymore, Jason; look you are one of my best friends, find me a way out, please!" I pleaded squeezing my friends shoulder. "Fuck, man I can't, you are the hottest slut on the net right now." "So find another guy who looks twelve, fuck, I have been doing this since I was eighteen, find someone else!" "I can't, Buddy, you know that," Jason said his voice shaking. "I will post how old I really am on face book, I swear, get me out and everything just stays the same. Fuck man, get me out!" I pleaded, my eyes filling with tears. "Just finish this shoot and I will find you a way, I promises." Jason pulled me to him and hugged me. He smelled of dope and bourbon, I liked it. Jason disappeared into the office. I watched John fool around with some blemishes on his ass, pull some crust from his pubes, and check his cock ring tugging on his balls. "Okay Kev, here is the deal, you finish this film, give up your royalties, and you are free, it seems you are starting to look too old for the management team anyway. So it was easy, I just had to be fucked by a stranger, and pretend I liked it, and I had my life back as long as I did not get paid, perfect! I had no feelings, I just didn't. A guy could fuck me for hours and the only thing I would notice was his after shave or lack of deodorant, fuck who cares. I was a porno slut. Moving to LA was supposed to free me, but I only became more trapped. The day after graduation from High School in Sioux Falls I stuck out my thumb and headed southwest. After several unsolicited and unwanted blow jobs I found myself on the streets of LA, welcome to liberation. I looked young, very young, and soon found a career in pornography. They would shave all of my body hair off and then drop me into a sex scene with older guys, a film star is born! "This is it, Kev," Jason said, hugging me outside of the Starbucks in West Hollywood "you know I love you." "I know, I know." I hugged my porno Director friend, we kissed, and then he was gone. I was free, fuck! I was free and nothing could hold me back! I am my own man, a Gay man living in West Hollywood! A few months later I was busted for prostitution and they put me on a work rehabilitation program. I went to work as an apprentice carpenter; the guys teased me, and were tough but fair. My days of being treated as a kid were gone. I liked the work and dreamed of building big things, important things, things that would help people, people like me. I had been working at Jacobs Construction for about two months, no more drugs, no more hustling. I had a small, nice apartment not far from West Hollywood and even had a little cash left over each week to save. Life was, well, was fucking awesome! "Hello," I answered the phone, way too early in the morning "you have the wrong number, good bye." I blinked my eyes open and rubbed the heavy drinking from the Friday night before from my head, my room smelled of my BO, booze, and sex, I noticed a naked person I did not know next to me...a cutie, I smiled. The phone rang again, the same number as before. "What the fuck do you want?" "I don't know what you are talking about!" "FUCK, NO! I don't have a Son!" I hung up. The phone rang again, "Leave me the, FUCK ALONE!" "No, you wait a minute!" "What do you mean he will go to foster care?" I said softly, realizing what was happening. The sweet smelling teenager next to me rolled over grunting and licking his lips. This is what my life is supposed to be about, not about having a little kid. "Look, this is fucked up, I need to think, call back in an hour. Please, call back." I said, ending the call. I turned and planted my feet on the floor, staring off to nowhere. My head hurt, I stunk, and my breath was worse. The kid rolled again and I observed his face. He had a few pimples but other than that his skin was clear, tan and smooth, just peach fuzz, never touched by a razor. He had a brown mop that was kind of long, a tangled mess. I pulled the covers back so I could see his body, cute. I smiled as I looked at the innocent sleeping boy, his uncut dick looked delicious, but he had to go. "Hey, hey, wake up, Buddy." I said shaking him. "What? Where am I? Oh...good morning, Kev." The boy said his green eyes twinkling "Fuck, what time is it?" The kid got up quickly trying to find his cloths, his soft little uncut dick bobbing and weaving. I could barely remember sucking it just hours earlier. I do remember sucking his hairless balls and eating his sweet ass. I wondered if I fucked him. I could tell by the way my ass felt that I was full of teenage boy cum. "Where is my skateboard? Fuck, my Mom is going to kill me!" I watched him fuss and get dressed. He kept trying to rake his hair with his fingers. I don't remember a skateboard at all. Then finally, he was dressed, having given up on finding one of his socks. "It was awesome, Kev, fucking awesome!" The kid said, looking me in the eyes, before turning to head out the door. "I'm sorry, what is your name and how old are you?" "I'm Trevor, silly, I'm fourteen, you remember, we met at the skate park." Trevor said smiling at me "I think I left my board there, shit! Bye dude." I watched the door close and I was alone. So I spent the night with a cute fourteen-year-old and can't even remember, fuck! I have to do things differently from now on. I turned and flopped down into my bed face down. I took in a deep breath; the smell of the teenager was still on my sheets. My dick started to grow as I took in the smell of the boy, humping my sheets. My hangover won out and I drifted off, back to sleep. Trevor slipped back in from the front door wearing a clean white t-shirt and skinny reddish jeans. His hair was combed and it flips up at the ends, framing his sweet, narrow face. I go to him, and hug him. I pull his shirt up and over his head. He smells of soap from the shower he had just taken, but more important he smells like Trevor. I kiss his pouting lips and walk him to the bed. He crawls up and rests back against the headboard. He smiles, with his cute angelic little smile, teeth white, but crooked. He closes his eyes as I plant another soft kiss on his lips. I pull his well-worn, size eight black and red checkered Vans from his feet and take in the smell of canvas and teenage boy feet, no socks! His feet are warm, clean, and soft to the touch. He smiles with his eyes closed, as I massage his beautiful feet. He slips his hands to his crotch and pulls the button free before sliding the zipper down. I can see the tent in his boxers sticking up and out between the open zippers. The sweet smell of his horny crotch takes me, but not by surprise. I slide up his legs, pulling his pants down as I go. I pull his dick out of the fly of his boxers and study his gland under the nearly translucent skin that hides it. His shaft is adorned with discreet blood vessels, beautiful. His dick has a strong musky smell for a fourteen-year-old, he was ready to cum and I was going to help him deliver. God, the kid smelled delicious! "What's that?" The phone call! I was humping the wad of sheets that Trevor had been on when my phone rang me back to reality. It was a dream! I listened quietly as a man explained the situation. The boy was the son of a girl I fucked in High School regularly, Sheila Johnson. I was trying to make myself like girls, it didn't work. Apparently the little boy knew about me even though I had been left in the dark. Somehow I was a hero to the boy. His name was Scott McHaven, my last name. Sheila had moved to Phoenix and was not a good girl, now facing 15 years for armed robbery. Part of her plea deal was for me to get Scott. If I refused he would remain in the foster care program, his current situation. I would be paying the State until he was eighteen. I reluctantly accepted the deal mostly because he knew about me and he had my name. Even though I did not know him, I did not want to abandon him now. He was due to arrive in LA in two days on Monday. I clicked the end button on my phone, dropping it to the floor. "What the fuck am I doing? Me, a dad?" For some reason I started to clean the small place up, dumping dishes in the sink and getting all of the dirty clothes in one pile along with the sheets from the bed. I paused when I came across a small black ankle sock, Trevor's. I pressed the dirty sock to my nose and could smell the fourteen-year-old. My dick was instantly hard. "Nice" I hissed I leaned up against the side of my bed and slipped the sock over my dick, cupping my balls in the heal. I could tell the sock was dirty by the crustiness inside of it. I painted a picture of the boy in my mind and went to work, his soft hair, sweet face, green sparkling eyes, and his uncut dick with just a few pubes. Fuck, he barely had any pubes! I imagined him straddling me, fucking my face. I jerked off in his sock, his wonderful, dirty sock. He is pounding my mouth and I can hardly contain his dick. I feel his foreskin sliding and the shape of his gland. The smell of his sex overtakes me! "Oh, fuck, Trevor," I sigh, unloading my cum into his sock, his imaginary cum coats my tummy. I catch my breath, back to reality, and pull the soaked sock from my softening shaft. I suck the cum and whatever was left from Trevor out of the sock before placing it in my nightstand for latter. I get up and take a shower before heading to the laundry with my load of cloths. When I walked back to my apartment a man and his two sons passed me, the little one had his hand in the man's hand, so cute. It made me feel weird in a good way. "Hi." I chirped, in a squeak for some reason. "Hello." The older boy said. "Olá." The man said with a big grin. I had seen them before, but never made an attempt to say anything to them. My mind went right to the gutter, I wondered what it would be like to have sex with all three of them, the large brown man sucking his little boy's dicks, while I fucked him in the ass. I closed my front door behind me, and leaned up against it, taking deep breaths. My dick was chubbing. "I have got to stop this shit!" I said, out loud to no one. "Fuck! Work!" I found my phone under the bed and hesitantly dialed Mr. Jacobs' number, a number only used in an emergence. I think this qualifies. Mr. Jacobs was a large man with a stern disposition and I was not sure how asking for Monday off would work. Most guys who asked for Monday off wanted it because they were hung over from the weekend, not popular with Mr. Jacobs. I explained the situation to Mr. Jacobs who responded with mostly grunts and sighs. Then there was silence for what seemed like an eternity. "Do you need money, Boy?" Mr. Jacobs grunted. "No Sir, you just paid me on Friday." I sounded twelve; I was broke already and would have to get into what little I had saved. "Hummmm" "Sir?" "Go ahead and take the day off," Mr. Jacobs huffed, "Fuck, take the week, no take two weeks!" "Sir, I really need this job, please don't fire me" I pleaded, almost in tears, totally freaked out. "Who said anything about firing you, Kev? Take the two weeks, with pay, and get the Lad settled in." "I...I don't know what to say," I stammered, "thank you Mr. Jacobs, thank you!" "You're doing a good thing, Son, the right thing." Mr. Jacob said softly, with compassion in his voice. I spent the rest of Saturday getting over my hangover, doing laundry, perving the two Mexican boys, and watching TV. Saturday night I did not go party as usual. Sunday I was up cleaning house early, cleaner than it has ever been. I still needed to figure out where I was going to fit another bed in my tinny apartment, maybe two twin beds. For now I would sleep on the small couch or in my chair. The place was ready to go by 2:00pm, so I popped a beer and settled in for some TV. "Shit! Toys!" I gulped down my beer, dashing to the door and caught the bus to go to Toys R Us. As often as I could I would find a seat by a boy and try to bump into him as the bus bobbed down the road. I was in luck. I took the aisle seat next to a lanky black kid probably around thirteen-years-old. He was in basketball shorts and a way oversized t-shirt, his bony dark shoulder sticking out of the neck hole along with his long neck. He scooted over a bit, never looking at me or slowing his conversation on his cell. He was beautiful, so innocent. Our legs bumped and he moved his leg, I stayed put. The bus rolled up to a stop and our legs bumped again. This time he did not move, being distracted by his conversation. The bare skin of our legs rubbed together as we rolled down the road. I closed my eyes to concentrate on the closeness, taking in his rich African American smell, God, I love diversity. I could tell he had a shower this morning, smelling the residue of soap on him, taking away from his natural scent. I could feel the warmth coming off his body. I imagined washing him, my soapy hands sliding down his young teenage body. Rolling his maturing nuts in my fingers and massaging soap into his hard black dick. I could not tell, but I bet he had a nice ass, a perfect place for my tongue to explore, pulling his dark mounds open to expose his rosy pink pucker. I would lick him deep inside, making him squirm, I can almost taste his sweet ass. "My stop, Mister." The boy said standing as the bus came to a stop. I scooted up to let the boy slip past me. He smiled looking at my erection tenting my shorts, he blushed a little. I was hoping he would see it. I watched him walk down the aisle to the front of the bus. "Fucking nice ass," I said, very softly so no one could hear. I filially arrived at the toy store and to my delight it was crowded. I followed several cute boys around. If they were off on their own I would try to get as close as possible to them, pretending to be shopping, hoping to catch their scent. I had convinced a boy, probably an eight-year-old, to show me how a game was played on one of the PS2 demos. He stood on the booster box on the floor and I stood close behind the brown haired beauty. He offered for me to try, so I raised my arms up on either side of his body so he was between me and the game. Then he gave me the controller and placed his hands over mine to help. He squirmed as we played the game and I pressed into him, resting my cheek into the side of his head softly. The heat coming off of the boy was amazing and sweet. He had a rich earthy smell that filled me with lust. I felt him press back against my boner; he turned and smiled at me. My heart was pounding. "You're good, what's your name?" I asked. "Tommy. Watch out!" Tommy said, saving me from disaster on the screen. "What's yours?" "Kevin, but everyone calls me Kev." "Hey, Kev." Tommy said, grinding his ass a little into my dick as he played. "Where is your Mom, Tommy? "At work, I busted out of the joint!" Tommy giggled in a funny voice. "I'm supposed to stay home when she is at work, but I snuck out." "Aren't you a little young to sneak out like this?" "I'm not young, I'm nine!" Tommy proclaimed, "Well almost nine." We played for a little while longer but I backed off a little when we caught the eye of the store manager. The game ended and Tommy turned around with a sad look on his face. "Game over." Tommy sighed sadly. "I have to buy some toys for my son. If you help me I will buy you a toy too, Tommy. What do you say?" "Really!" "Sure, why not?" We shopped for the next 30 minutes and picked out a plastic boat, toy cars and a truck, Tommy wanted some GI Joes. I liked the boy a lot. As we left the store I gave him a high five, he smiled and thanked me. I looked over to the bus stop and then back to Tommy's little bottom as he walked in a different direction. Man, the kid was skinny! And cute as Hell! "You hungry?" I shouted, trotting towards Tommy. Tommy turned and smiled at me. We walked together across the parking lot to McDonalds. Even though he had proclaimed his grown up status, he still wanted a Happy Meal. Over the next half hour I learned his life story. He and his mom lived alone just a few blocks from the toy store. He often ended up there and would hang out until he, "got the boot", as he put it. He had no idea who his dad was. The kid's brown hair was messy and he had to keep flipping it to keep it out of his brown sparkling eyes. He had a cute little pug nose and freckles dusted across it, down onto his cheeks. He talked with his mouth full and I liked watching the hamburger and fries roll around in his mouth as he talked, his pink tongue kept poking about. He would take long drinks from the straw, grunting as he gulped, his little Addams apple bobbing. His fingers were thin and his jagged finger nails were dirty. I enjoyed his smooth little arm pits as he lifted his arms to eat his burger. The tank top he had on seemed too small, as well as his shorts.You could tell that he had not bathed in a while by the dusting of dirt on his elbows and knees, he was so cute! All boy. "You want to hang out after lunch, you know, at your place?" I asked nervously. "I'm not supposed to have friends over when my mom is not home." Tommy said, with another bite of hamburger rolling in his mouth. "That's cool, what time does she get home?" "Around 9:00 tonight, she has the late shift." "Oh, 9:00 is too late for me, maybe some other time." I sighed, pretending to be sad. Tommy was pushing his finger in his mouth digging between his teeth and cheek. You could tell his wheels were turning. I watched him suck on his finger and my dick started to fill out. Being so close to him and not touching him was killing me. I should just leave the boy and go home. He pulled his finger from his mouth and licked his palm, then he darted his pink tongue between his fingers, now I was hard! He looked into my eyes and smiled. "I could sneak you," He whispered "but you have to promise not to tell." "You have a deal, lead the way." I followed him about 20 feet back, as was his wishes. We walked around to the back of an apartment complex and he waved for me to hide in the breezeway, he was pretending to be a spy. He disappeared around the corner and I waited for his next move. It all seemed kind of silly, but fun none the less. "Come on, it is clear." Tommy waved for me to follow him. I moved quickly and we entered an apartment right next to the breezeway. Tommy was giggling as he shut the door. It was a dark inside with the shades pulled down. It smelled musty and kind of like mold and garbage. There were dirty dishes everywhere and a big pile in the sink. I watched the water from the faucet drip onto a plate with a half-eaten toaster waffle on it. Piles of dirty and clean clothes were scattered around the living room. Tommy pulled me to his bedroom. It too was a mess, but not as bad. He kicked his feet and his shoes flew off in different directions, he had no socks on. I love it when boys do that. "It is kind of hot in here, Bud." I said freeing my body of my shirt. Tommy smiled at me and quickly pulled at his tank top. He was sweaty and the tank top was small, I helped him with it. He had a shelf with some toys on it, mostly GI Joe toys. I sat on his unmade bed and slipped my shoes and socks off. The sheets were gray where he slept and smelled of little boy BO, I liked the smell. I came up behind him as he arranged his new action figures with the others. He was chattering on about the toys but I was paying little attention. When I started to rub his shoulders and back I got another smile. I moved in closer and pressed my chest up against his warm back my hands finding his chest, nipples, belly button, and tummy to rub and play with. He did not have any reaction; he just kept playing and talking. I kissed his neck and slid my hands over the fabric of his shorts while humping his ass a little. "Hay! Your wienie is hard again!" Tommy complained, smiling. "So, doesn't your wienie get hard sometimes?" Tommy shrugged his shoulders and continued to arrange his toys. I continued to rub his crotch kissing his neck, then licking him there. He scrunched up his neck. "That tickles!" Tommy giggled. "Do you want me to take off your shorts, it is kind of hot in here, Tommy?" "I'm not supposed to do stuff like that, I have to tell, Kev." My first resistance from the small eight-year-old, fuck, he had gotten the talk about guys like me. I thought about forcing the issue but I never forced anyone. That would be a complete turn off for me. No, there had to be another way. "We could sneak, Kev," Tommy whispered, giggling a little, "I want to see your wienie." "That would be fun." I said, surprised how easy that was. "You have to promise not to tell, ever." Tommy said seriously, turning around. I nodded yes, my shaky hands reaching for the button on his shorts. He looked nervously back at me and I nodded yes, as I undid the front of his grubby shorts. I tugged and they fell to the floor. I smiled up into his face and his look of despair lessened and a small smile formed on his face. He flipped his hair once again from his face before stepping from his shorts. He was wearing a pair of faded Flintstones briefs that were coveredwith holes. I could see a dark ball sack through one of them. "Are you ready, Sweetie?" Tommy took a deep breath and shook his head yes. My dick was aching to be free but I needed to go slow. It was obvious the kid had never done anything like this before. I pulled the only piece of clothing he had on down his skinny legs and he stepped out of them. He sighed and looked at me, I was looking at his sweet little dick. It was almost just a dick head sitting in folds of skin, hanging down just a little. It was like the circumcised little gland was there to greet me, a long awaited friend. I reached out and rolled his dick in my fingers. Once it had gotten big enough to grab I started to stroke the growing pinkish brown tube. It only took moments before I had him hard. "Do you like that, Sweetie?" I asked ever so softly "It feels nice, Kev," Tommy sighed, "can I see yours?" "Sure you can, anything you want." I stood, my dick tenting my shorts badly with a large wet spot. Tommy's eyes were wide and he was biting his lower lip, fidgeting his feet. I undid the front of my shorts and pushed then to the floor along with my underwear. Then I stood up proudly displaying my hard dick to the little boy, he gasped! "What wrong with your wienie, Kev?" Tommy exclaimed, pointing. "Oh, that just my foreskin, Buddy. Haven't you seen an uncut dick before?" I asked calmly "Why does your wienie have four skins, is that why its hat is gone?" I rolled my foreskin back to show the boy I was just like him underneath. His mouth was hanging open and he had kind of a panic look on his face. Then I explained the whole cut and uncut thing but was convinced he was not sure what I was talking about. "Go ahead, touch it, Tommy." I suggested Tommy reached out and took a hold of my dick and slid the foreskin around. His small dirty fingers felt amazing on my dick. He looked up at me with a huge grin on his face. I never felt anything so special as his young hands explored my dick. "Why is it wet, is it pee, pee?" "NoSweetie that is what happens when you are older and you are with a boy you really like." "Really, you really like me?" "I like you a lot, let me show you how much." I reached for his dick again and stroked it gently; it was amazing to feel, small and hard! Then I smiled at the boy and leaned in taking his hot little stick into my mouth, Tommy gasped and put his hands on my head. I could suck his dick and balls all at once and Tommy seemed to really like it. His crotch smelled dirty, it tasted of piss and sweat, delicious. After about ten minutes I pulled off. "Please don't stop, Kev," Tommy pleaded, "my wienie never felt so nice." I smiled at him and then scooped him up and carried him to the bed. I laid him out with his legs dangling over the edge. I started to kiss my way up his earthy smelling body in soft kisses, rubbing him all over with my hands as I went. Tommy was moaning softly, squirming a little, as I sucked and poked his little belly button with my tongue. "That tickles, Kev" Tommy giggled. I continued to kiss my way up his smooth hairless body all the while jerking him off. He tasted awesome! I rolled his head to the side and looked at his sweet little neck. I gave him a soft kiss there and paused. I turned his head back and kissed him softly on the lips. He did not kiss back but smiled after. "Tommy?" "What Kev?" "I want to suck on your neck while I play with your wienie, is that ok?" "Why?" "Because you as so cute!" I said tweaking his nose, "So can I?" Tommy giggled, smiled and shook his head yes. I sucked on his dick first to get it nice and wet. Then I kissed his neck before starting to suck on it. He moaned as I slid my fingers on his slobbery dick, faster and faster. I squeezed some pre-cum into my other hand and added it to the mix on the boy's dick. He was thrashing and moaning loudly. He trembled as he had a nice dry cum. I rolled to his side and lay down on my back beside him. "Did you like that Tommy?" Tommy just shrugged his shoulders and smiled as he panted. I pulled us up further onto the bed and I pulled him to my chest straddling me, chest to chest. I rubbed his back and bottom and then I pulled my dick out from under him. As I filled his crack with pre-cum, I was deciding if I should try and fuck the small boy. I decided against it and started to jerk off with the kid on top of me. I squeezed him in tight and sucked his neck again just above his shoulder. I felt him hug me with a hand on each of my shoulders as his body rocks in my jerk off rhythm. His hard little dick is poking into my tummy. I loved the feeling of jerking off in the kids little crack! "Oh, fuck, Tommy" I sighed, unloading my cum onto his back and bottom. I spent the next ten minutes trying my best to explain what had just happened. I wiped the cum from him with a pair of his dirty briefs. I told Tommy he could get the good feeling whenever he played with his dick if he wanted. Tommy ran around naked as I got dressed. I grabbed him as he ran by. "Tommy, I want to kiss you, is that alright?" I asked "Alright by me." Tommy smiled pursing his lips "Let's let our tongues play as we kiss." "No, that's yucky, my Mommy and her boyfriends' kiss like that." Tommy said pulling away. "Aren't you my boyfriend, Tommy?" Tommy rested back in, nodding his head yes, with a sweet smile. I pressed my lips to his and pushed my tongue at his lips, he opened his mouth and I could taste the French fries from earlier. Then he pushed his pointy little tongue into my mouth. Eventually we parted. "Did I do good, Kev?" "You did great, Tommy." I studied the boy for one last time, rolling my hands over his small shoulders. I left a good size hicky just below his ear on the left side of his neck and another one between his shoulder and neck on the other. I knew he would have some explaining to do and I did not want to be within ten miles when he did. "I better go, Tommy." "Wait!" Tommy crawled up on the couch and peeked out of the corner of the window shade his little bottom bobbing in the air. I could not resist and planted a kiss right on his stinky, sticky pucker causing him to whip around. "Hey, don't kiss my pooper!" Tommy giggled, squirming onto his back. "Next time I want to play back there, Buddy." I giggled back, before planting a raspberry on his soft little dick. As I waited at the bus stop I thought about Tommy and his cute little stink hole. I wish I would have played there as well, knowing there would not be a next time. I thought how much I would like to clean the filthy boy, sharing a bath with him. I adjusted my dick in my pants realizing I should shift my thoughts in a different direction. The bus pulled up and we got on. I was last and the only seat left was by a man who looked to be homeless. I decided to stand. More people got on the bus at the next stop and only one person got off. I moved further down the aisle, making room for twin boys who looked to be about sixteen. When they took hold of the overhead rail I noticed that they had the softest tuffs of light brown hair under their arms. I could smell the deodorant they were wearing. I studied their muscular teenage boy bodies as they flexed with the rocking motion of the bus. More people got on and the boys stepped back further bumping into me. "Sorry." A cute blond headed boy said, apologizing as he bumped me again. "No worries," I chuckled, wishing he would just let me hold him in my arms, "It's tight." The bus hit another pot hole pulling up to a stop. I made sure my crotch bumped into the boy in front of me. He smiled back at me and I shrugged my shoulders. When the bus pulled away I felt a small hand slip into my free hand. I looked down beside me and saw a very little boy holding my hand as well as his mother's hand. She was on her cell. He had a cute little brown face, brown eyes, black hair and a sparkly smile, my dick started to swell and I blew him a kiss. They got off at the next stop, the woman never knowing I had been holding her son's tiny hand. I missed his sticky fingers as soon as he was gone. The teenage boys and a few others were the next to get off leaving me a seat by a guy around my age. We bumped a little but nothing fun, then it was my turn to exit. The air was warm as I walked the short distance from the bus stop to my apartment. As usual, I scrutinized the playground between the stop and my place, just a couple of little girls with their mother, nothing good. Having my son with me would give me an excuse to be there. Having my son there would also mean that no boy from the playground would be joining me for some sex play at my apartment. This son thing would change everything, would I have any sex at all? Fuck what am I thinking? I spent Sunday night re-cleaning my apartment, pacing the floor, and watching TV, for about two minutes before I was pacing again. I tried to go to bed early but could not sleep. After finally finding sleep sometime in the wee hours, I was up early. The shower felt good and relaxed me a little. I soaped up my dick but could not get it completely hard. I always jacked off in my morning shower if I woke up alone. "Fuck!" I exclaimed, under the steamy stream. I wiped a clear spot on the mirror with my towels and started to get ready for my new life. I shaved the little dark fuzz that would grow on my upper lip after days of neglect and brushed my, white, straight teeth. I kept my hair very short, in a Mohawk cut. I fussed with my hair with a little gel, until it was perfect. The whites of my eyes were unusually clear this morning, probably the result of the lack of booze the night before. I liked what the Carpenter program was doing to my early twenties body. I had a nice tan and was becoming toned and defined. When I was doing porn I had to keep myself pale and boyish in form. "Lookin' good, Kev" I said, softly into my reflection as I flexed a little. I tried on several different things; none of my clothes made me look more mature than I was. I settled on a pair of red skinny jeans, sky blue slip on Vans and a white, short sleeve, button down shirt. Fuck, I looked twelve, oh well. To kill time I watched the news for a while but found myself more distracted by old Bugs Bunny cartoons. Then there was a knock on the door. "Shit!" I said, fumbling for the remote to change the channel. "Just a second, please!" I opened the door and found a short woman dressed in a business suit with a large file folder in her hand. She was intimidating me right away. "Mr. McHaven?" "Ah, yes, I guess." I stammered. "Well are you Mr. McHaven or not?" She asked agitated. "I am, I just think of Mr. McHaven as, well, my dad." I giggled trying to lighten the mood. "Right, can I come in to discuss the situation?" "Sure, come on in." The woman looked around the apartment I was so proud of with disapproval. She barely sat on the couch and explained that Scott did not come from a good situation. He was under fed, small for his age, refused to take bathes, was not up to speed mentally on where he should be at his age, and was refusing to talk. He had been in the Foster Care program for a week and was on his third set of foster parents. She had some paper-wok for me to sign, his birth certificate, and a record of the shots he had gotten to bring him up to date. "Alright, Mr. McHaven, that should do it" The woman said standing. "What about Scott?" "He will be here soon enough, Mr. McHaven, good luck." The woman sighed, shaking her head as she left my apartment. Now I was even more nervous, the kid is fucked up. I had been pacing for about 30 minutes pondering my situation, wondering if foster care may be a better solution for the boy. There was another knock on my door. I hesitantly opened the door. "Kevin?" asked a young, sweet looking woman in a flowered sun dress. "Yes, how can I help you?" "I'm Candy from the agency" she whispered, reaching out her hand. I shook her hand and noticed a small face peeking out from behind her. She pulled a small boy out from hiding. He was very small, dirty and looked pathetic. His dirty blond hair was long and knotted; it went way past his shoulders. Candy sat with me on the couch, holding my hand, explaining all of the help that was available to me. Scott sat in my chair staring at us, not the cartoons. Too soon for me, Scott and I were sitting alone, staring at each other as cheerful cartoons droned on in the back ground. Without taking his eyes from me he pulled what looked like some sort of small cloth bag from his tattered back pack. He pulled a picture from the small bag. It was cut from a high school year book, it was a picture of me. Scott put the picture back in its safe place and back in the back pack. I could not read the look on his face but it was serious, deep in thought for such a young boy. I smiled meekly into his squinted eyes. "Are you alright, Buddy?" I asked, knowing he was anything but alright. Without acknowledging he had been spoken too, Scott got out of the chair and walked over to the couch, he hesitated before sitting at the far end from me. Inch by inch he scooted until he was pressed into me. Scott sighed and I put my arm around him, we watched the cartoons. I felt parental somehow, my son's despair could be felt by my body and I needed to hold and comfort him. He was sweaty and stunk but I did not care, I softly kissed his matted hair. "I love you, Sweetie, you are safe now, and you are home." He cuddled into me. We sat there for over an hour in silence except for the occasional giggle as we watched TV. Our stomachs started to growl as the morning turned into afternoon. "Let's make some lunch, Buddy." I got up and went to the bathroom to take a piss. I did not close the door out of habit and Scott watched me as I relieved myself. Somehow it seemed natural for him to see. I decided to change into shorts and started giving Scott my breakfast and lunch litany of choices as I changed. "Do you like cereal? I have a few different kinds." I asked and Scott shook his head no. After going through a long list with no approval from Scott I decided to try something different. I picked him up so he could reach the food and let him pick our lunch. After careful examination of every item he settled on Spaghetti O's and tuna. He did not want it heated up and ate with his fingers pushing the spoon away. The poor kid was starving and soon had a red sauce coating on his face and hands. He gulped his milk and belched, we both cracked up and I messed his hair. I pulled his t-shirt over his head and wiped his face and hands with it. I caught his kicking feet one at a time and pulled his feet from the worn out canvas. I massaged his feet through his dirty socks and he quit swinging his feet and smiled at me, I removed his socks and felt the grit of dirt on his feet. I stood him up and reached for the waist band of his shorts and pulled them down. He held my shoulders as he stepped free from his shorts. He had on tight gray briefs on, they started out white. I reached for them. "It is bath time, kiddo." Scott's mood changed to panic and he ran from me and hid behind my chair. I was wondering why he was so afraid of the bath. I knew that forcing him would be a disaster but he had to be washed from head to toe. "I've got some new toys I want to try out in the tub. I think it will be fun to play there." I went to the bathroom and turned on the water. Once the temperature was set I squirted a little of the bubbles from the Superman shaped bottle I had purchased along with the toys. I noticed that Scott had moved closer to watch. I got the plastic boat I had bought with Tommy's help and took it to the tub. I dropped my shorts and boxers and got in the nice warm water. It actually felt good; I had not taken a bath in years. Before long Scott was standing by the tub as I played with the boat in the bubbles. I pretended not to notice him for a while. "Do you want to play with me, Scott?" I asked, smiling into the boys deep blue eyes. Scott nodded yes and I reached over to pull his undies off. He offered no resistance. Then it happened, it fucking happened. I felt my dick start to grow as I lifted the small naked boy into the tub with me. I was not usually attracted to boys as young as Scott but he looked younger than he was. What the fuck, he was my kid! I shook the thought from my head. I just had to wash him and get him dressed. I could handle this situation. I sat him in the opposite end of the tub facing me his legs on mine. I picked up one of his feet and pushed my fingers between his toes watching the dirt roll from them exposing his tiny toe prints. His foot could not have been more than five inches long. His big toe was rounded and became pink as I washed it. His other toes were small and thin. I cleaned the sole of his cute little foot and Scott giggled a little. He was making cute little engine noises as he played boats, he had me. I rubbed soap up his thin calve and thigh. The closer I got to his dick the harder my dick got. I ignored it. I returned his leg to mine and started on the other one. As I cleaned his foot this time I kissed his toes and licked his foot. He giggled more. I slid my hand down his small barely curved calve and rubbed behind his knee. I had a hand on his inner thigh and a hand on his outer thigh, sliding them up the boy. My fingers slid between his balls and leg. I gently washed his dick and rubbed it longer than needed to clean it, feeling him get hard under my touch. This was no dad washing his son, but a man molesting a boy, a very small boy. Scott's foot slipped from my leg into my crotch finding my hard dick. He giggled and wiggled his toes in my foreskin. I snapped myself back to my senses. "Let me scoot you around and wash your hair." I pulled him in front of me with his back to me and I grabbed the shower wand. As soon as the water was right I tilted his head back and wet his hair being careful not to get it in his face, I would wash him there later. With his eyes scrunched closed tight I washed his hair trying to work out the knots. After several soakings and washings his hair was clean. I washed his face with a washcloth that turned brown as I did his neck. I stood him up and washed his upper body and his butt. I spent extra time in his crack and rubbing his butt hole. "Let's let this dirty water out and rinse in the shower, is that okay, Scott?" He nervously shook his head yes and I closed the shower curtain glad that my dick was only half hard now. I rinsed him first, got him out, and wrapped a towel around his tinny waist. "Go watch some cartoons, Sweetie, I'll be right out." I could see him sitting on the couch with his dangling legs kicking under the towel. I grabbed my dick and jerked it violently, I needed to solve this problem, I needed to solve it now! I turn my focus and fantasy on Tommy and his hot little pucker. I imagine him bent over his couch peeking out of his window, his cute little but in the air, I'm licking and poking at his stinky ass hole with my tongue while I jack off his cut little prick. I lift my face from his saturated little hole and position my dick. I hold him steady by his hips and push my dick into his hot hole. He welcomes me with a slight grimace as I start to fuck his eight-year-old ass. It is tight and hot. I can see him vividly in my mind! "Holly Fuck!" I cry out in a whimper, biting the side of my hand. I watch my cum splatter the back wall of the shower as I let myself ease back to earth. With that out of the way I make one final rinse of my body and step out of the shower. Scott is still watching TV, kicking his legs. Maybe I will have to pay Tommy another visit, I ponder as I dry off still thinking about his little pucker. With the towel securely around my waist and my balls drained I make my way to the living room. "Do you like the cartoons, Scotty?" Scott looked up at me and shook his head yes with a big smile. Then he looked a little worried when he saw I had a hair brush in my hand. I stood him in front of me, his towel falling to the floor. I sat on the couch and ever so gently combed his long blond hair. His body was so small and smooth with a fragile appearance to it. His hair was now forming long, straight, light blond stands, all of the knots and tangles had been worked out. He has the cutest little butt with a slight bubble to it. I wonder if a tongue has played there. Pushing that thought from my mind, I turn him around. I look into his sparkling sapphire blue eyes, sweet smiling face, framed by his long blond hair. "You are my beautiful son, Sweetie, I love you to pieces." I smile at him again, "Kevin's Beautiful Son!" I declare. He lurches at me and hugs me deeply with passion, his warm naked flesh pressing into mine. He is squeaky clean and has a soapy smell to him. He is small and I wonder how life had been for such a little kid given how his mother was. His little dick is hanging loosely over his tinny wrinkled ball sack pressed into my stomach. He has a very long foreskin and I can feel it against my body. There is nothing sexual about his embrace; I cannot say the same for mine. "We are going to be together forever, Scotty." I sigh, watching Scott beam. I rub my fingers over his dime size nipples, and then I dip them into his bellybutton. The tickle is on! I start tickling him under his little arms and poke his ribs. He squirms and squeals, trying to tickle back. I pick him up and drop him on the bed, my towel left by the couch. I give him a raspberry on his tummy, he squeals out hysterically. Then I do it under his arms, on each toe, the bottoms of his feet, his knees, his thighs, and finally on his dick. Then, on his dick again, sucking a little, his dick is growing. His dick again, sucking deeply on his hard little pole as my tongue rolls his foreskin. I better stop. I slowed the assault and rested next to him, rubbing the length of his body, avoiding his ridged spike. My dick is hard and leaking, I can't help it. "That was fun, Daddy; you did raspberries on my wienie!" Scott said giggling hysterically, smiling broadly, and showing off his rosy dimpled cheeks. "I like raspberries on my wienie, Daddy." I hope you enjoyed the story so far. Please let me know what you think and if you want to hear more about Kevin's and Scott's adventures! I like it when you share plot suggestions and your personal stories, I will share as well. That is a very special part of writing... to share with others. None of your true stories will ever end up in print from me...you guys are awesome! Please remember to donate to Nifty http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html