Date: Sat, 10 Feb 2007 00:22:22 -0500 From: Shawn Adams Subject: King William chapter 2 KING WILLIAM A STORY OF KINGS CHAPTER TWO -- EXPLORATION Since the time James and I showered with my dad, we followed him around like puppies. Summer was winding down and it was almost time for school to start. James and I were going into fourth grade. That weekend we were all supposed to go school clothes shopping in the city, but by Thursday, I was not feeling well. Just a cold, but enough to make me a miserable little eight-year-old. Saturday dawned and I was feeling a little better, but still not really up to an all day shopping marathon. Mum was torn about what to do, but Dad offered to stay home with me so she, Henry, Betsy, Uncle Robert and Aunt Mary, James and George could still go. Mum double-checked all my measurements, got some ideas about what I wanted and needed and they were off. Dad was extremely over-dressed, for him. He had on a tank top and long gym shorts. We were sitting in the kitchen after Mum and the gang left. I was kind of just staring into space, trying to keep the snot from dripping out of my nose. "Ok, sport, why don't you help me load the dishwasher then we'll go take a nap?" Dad said. I was not too keen on the dishes part, but agreed. After we finished we headed upstairs. "I'm not really that tired, Dad," I protested. "Too bad, sport," Dad said. "We'll lie down for a while, and then maybe play some `Super Mario' later." I grudgingly agreed and got into my bed. Dad peeled off his shirt and shorts and made to get in behind me. "Umm, can I get naked too?" "Sure," Dad replied. "If you want." I did. I got back out of bed and removed my t-shirt, jeans, underwear, and socks. By the time I was done, Dad was holding the covers up for me so I could slide in next to him. I saw his cock, all soft and small, and resisted the urge to touch it again. Instead, I nestled up next to him on my side, his cock right at my ass and my head resting on his arm. For not really being tired, I drifted off to sleep quickly. We slept for about an hour and I woke up to feel Dad's cock, hard and hot, in my ass crack. I instinctively nestled up against it and marveled at the heat searing my body. I laid there like that for a while, drifting in and out of consciousness. When I awoke again it was to Dad's dick moving up and down my crack, back and forth, forth and back. I pushed back with my ass and enjoyed the pressure. Dad had his other arm around my chest, his hand resting on one of my tiny nipples. Still asleep, Dad's thrusting would stop every minute or so, then start back up again. The hardness throwing my crack open, the heat soothing my body. I craned my neck to look at him. His sleeping face showed angelic perfection. After another couple of minutes, he stirred. He arm gripped me tighter, his lips finding my forehead, his cock not giving up its invasion of my nether regions. "Sleep well, Sport?" he asked, grinning. "Yup. You slept longer than I did!" "I musta been really tired then," he whispered. I don't know if he suddenly realized what his dick was doing, or that shyness or guilt overcame him, but he jerked his dick away from my ass. The hand on my nipple moved father south, to rest on my waist. "Awww, Daddy," I whined. "Don't stop that. It feels good." There was silence for a few seconds, and then I felt his cock retake its place in my boy-crack. His hand went down further and gripped my solid penis. "Feels good, huh?" he asked, breathlessly. "Do you wanna do what we did last time, Sport?" Did I ever! I don't think I ever wanted to do something so much in my whole life! I didn't want to be the one to bring it up. It seemed like a grown-up thing, and since Dad was the grown-up, I thought it should come from him, and told him so. "Don't worry `bout that, Sport. As long as we are alone, you can ask whenever you like." "What about James?" I asked. James had to be involved sometimes too. Not all the time, though. I mean, he is my dad and all. He paused for a few seconds, then continued. "Only James, you boys can't tell anyone else about our secret stuff, not even your brother." Nodding in the affirmative, I quickly turned over and reached for his precious dick. It throbbed in my hands. I tried squeezing it hard and stroking fast like Dad did in the shower that time. He seemed to like it, he moaned a little and closed his eyes. His hand sought out my dick again and started rubbing it just as I was doing to him. I copied him by moaning too and closing my eyes. He chuckled and leaned in to kiss my forehead. Unlike last time, he kissed it more than once. He kissed all over my forehead and then my eyebrows and then my eyelids. I moaned for real this time. He released my boy-cock and shifted his arms so he could pull me up, stopping when we were face-to-face. His lips found my cheeks, one at a time, my nose, and then my chin. By the time he got to my lips, I had forgotten all about stroking his hot cock and was literally quivering with pleasure. It started out gently, just a few pecks on my lips. Then it became more forceful, his lips covering all of mine. His mouth opened, sucking my lips in. I felt his tongue playing on my lips, running up and down, over and about. Maybe instinct, or else just playfulness caused my own lips to part and welcome in his tongue. Feeling a part of my daddy inside me was heaven! His tongue poked and prodded my whole mouth, wrestling with my own, causing me to giggle a bit. He backed off, and looked down at me. "Okay, William?" he asked, softly. William. He used my real name. The only reply I offered was leaning up and kissing him back. He sucked my tongue in his mouth this time, letting me feel around. His hand found his dick and was beating it hard. He was groaning now, his kisses becoming fiercer. "You gonna make that stuff again, Daddy?" I asked in the middle of tongue thrusts. "Any minute now, Sport." I stopped kissing and slid down to watch his dick. He turned over on his back, and I rested my head on his abs. He put his right hand on my shoulder, holding me against him while his left raced up and down his shaft. I could feel his muscles start to tense, his breath became halted. A thin sheen of sweat broke out all over his body, binding me to him. "Here it comes," he moaned, lifting his head off the pillows to watch. Remembering how his stuff tasted last time, I leaned my head in closer and stuck out my tongue to catch some. The first shot landed squarely in my mouth, like a snowflake on a snow-day. The sight of me catching his cum must really have affected him. "Jesus Christ!" he shouted, as more and more shot out of him and into me. I couldn't catch all of it, but I did my best. When he was finished, he collapsed back onto the pillow, his heaving chest covered with the drops I missed. I leaned over and started licking up the mess, causing a big intake of air in Dad. He still had his cock in his hand, giving it a long stroke every few seconds. A few globs of stuff clung to the hard, purple head. I reached out my tongue and slurped those up too. I laid my head down on his abs, my face in his pubic hair. He continued to stroke himself for a while, eventually letting his dick get soft. It flopped in my direction and landed within micro-meters of my lips. I gave it a quick kiss before closing my eyes to drift off to sleep. The last thing I heard was, "Love you, Sport." * * * A few weeks later, after school had started, James came over to my house after school. His mum worked a few days a week, so he stayed with us until Uncle Robert got home about 5:30. My mum didn't have to work as Dad made plenty of money, and she made sure Aunt Mary was aware of that fact. James's brother George, who was only 4, went to day-care on the days Aunt Mary worked. Mum didn't mind James for two and a half hours, but I guess she drew the line at baby-sitting a 4 year old for 8. We went right to my room when we got home, and turned on the Nintendo. We were stuck on level 4-4 of Super Mario Bros. Been there for about 2 days. I was Mario, of course. Luigi was retarded. Right before I fell into the lava, again, James brought up my dad's dick. I had told him all about what happened that Saturday the instant I could. We talked about it for hours, imagining this and that. However, we had not talked about it since. I'm not really sure why, I mean we were both very interested, but I guess since nothing further had happened with Dad, our 8-year-old attention spans moved on. Things between Dad and me didn't really change. He did seem to be giving me more winks and hair-tussles, though, but that was about it. He was still practically naked all the time and I fell asleep on his chest watching TV one night while he was in just white Calvins, but it was completely innocent. George was lying on the floor and I remember him giving me weird looks as I laid there feeling the warmth of Dad's lean chest radiate through my body. After my Mario burned to a crisp for the 500th time, I looked at James. He sat there all doe-eyed and innocent. "What about my Dad's dick?" "I dunno," he replied. "Sometimes I just think about it at weird times. I think about yours, too" "Mine? But it's not big like Dad's and I can't make that stuff yet!" "I know, but I still think about it." I thought about my dad's dick all the time and I thought about James's too, but for some reason I didn't tell him that. Looking back, I can see that it was all about control. I was always sort of the leader when it came to James, and by not admitting I felt the same way as he did I could retain that position. "What do you think about when you think about it?" I asked him. "I dunno, touching it, I guess," he said, fidgeting a little. "Like doing the stuff to you that we did to Uncle Michael in the shower." I had thought of the same things. Even though we couldn't make stuff yet, it still felt really good to play down there. But, with school and sports and everything, we didn't have the freedom that we did in the summer. It would be hard to find time to do this stuff without Mum knowing. "Why don't you stay over on Friday and we can maybe touch it?" I asked. *** Up Next: Chapter Three - Night *** Thanks for all the comments guys! Keep 'em cumming: shawn0adams@gmail.com Copyright (C) 2007 Shawn Adams. All Rights Reserved.