Date: Sun, 7 Oct 2012 19:06:18 -0700 (PDT) From: Frank NIaw Subject: LATE BLOOMER LATE BLOOMER This story is a completely fiction. Every action, every person is from a fantasy I invented. You should not read this story if you are under the age of 18 as most states require. This is the story of how a boy who considers himself average and normal find hidden beneath the patina of his straight sexual attitudes is a second, equally powerful desire to test his gay side. If the idea of boys having gay sex with each other or a father joining the two lovers, you should leave. If you enjoyed this story and have comments positive or negative about my plot or any other aspect, please contact me. If you have a picture, please send that too. Enjoy. LATE BLOOMER Tucson Daddy Lannyr99@yahoo.com I grew up in a happy home with two loving parents, two brothers and a sister. This was in the days when happy home was the standard. Maybe not the Cleaver happy level but life flowed smoothly with a few bumps which were quickly resolved. Mom stayed home to maintain our household, manage us kids, make sure the house was, if not orderly, always clean, and make sure meals were on time and delicious. Dad was the guy who brought home the income we needed to have a well-run home with all the necessary details to keep us warm, and in a good shelter. My folks spared nothing in raising us kids. They loved us incessantly. Many "I love yous" were said every day with the usual number of hugs and kisses. When any of us failed in maintaining proper decorum, keeping our school grades up, misbehaved, well then, punishment was sure to follow. Usually a stern talking to by either mom or dad along with their expression transmitting the level of punishment each of us would receive. I spent many hours isolated in my room. Back then our rooms held the barest of necessities along with whatever decorations we each chose to emphasize out personal tastes. No TV, no iPhone, nor game boxes. Yes, I had books, which I read and re-read to while away my punishment period. We each knew that we had everything we needed to lead happy lives. We lived in a pleasant rural area with homes spaced some distance apart. This meant that I and my siblings rode a bus to and from school along with our friends. It was on the bus where much gossip was exchanged about each other, school and all those other bits of knowledge that kids value. It was there I met my two best friends, Gary and Todd. They lived not far from my home but we had to ride bicycles to make the trip timely. It was faster and easier than hiking the several hundred feet between houses. Life was not only pleasant but good. Very good. Maybe too good to last. This one issue kids rarely gave much thought to. I certainly didn't. Being a fourteen-year-old freshman, my first year was going well. I had friends. Nobody picked on me at school. Maybe due to my size? I was almost six feet tall and weighed in at 165 pounds. I was well toned thanks to the sports both school sponsored or those in the community, plus all the activities my friends and I invented. Mom kept telling me I was "so handsome!" So I guess that meant I was OK looking. Not that girls were drooling over me, but a few of them paid me attention which I drank up. Dad would sometimes come into the back yard dribbling a basketball which he'd begin tossing baskets. He was pretty good for an old guy, I mean, for a parent, you know. Then he'd likely challenge me to "a few baskets" which led to a game with him getting fewer of games. I was really pretty good at this jumping stuff. He always looked so good wearing shorts and sports shoes. Buff he was, standing several inches over me, a smooth body, with very little body hair. I never thought the bears were all that cool looking. He had a flat stomach, with solid pecs and well-muscled arms and legs without being muscular. You know what I mean. I can see heads nodding, so thanks. My parents encouraged all of us to be well rounded which included sports. Also music. OK, I like music as much as any other kid. I've got over 200 LP records but in this case they wanted me to choose an instrument and learn to play it. mine was the sax which I thought was the sexiest off all instruments. Just listen to Kenny G or any of the other great sax players. I wasn't great but I could do may successful part in the school orchestra. Mom thought I was marvelous. Dad's opinion was, "Don't give up your day job," whatever that means. Adult humor! Who knows. So I'm flying high in my life only to make a discovery that sent me into shock, disgust, panic, and just plain confusion. What it was I can't say what I saw. I am trying to block it from my mind. Well, not completely though. Sometimes it comes back and I seem to be making some sense out of it. It's just that.... Well, Todd is one of my best friends. I just never figured him for... for... Never mind. I gotta get this this shit out of my head. There is no way what happened a week ago should affect me this way. I wanted to dump what I knew and start over. Somehow I was avoiding Todd, unable to look him in the eye. My best friend and I was doing my best to stay away from him. Some best friend, huh? Sooner or later, it was bound to fail. We'd both be on the same bus but I always found a seat with someone else. "Hey, Larry," I heard Todd's voice calling. I kept walking; not turning around. "Hey! Dick head! Stop!" I stopped not wanting this confrontation. He ran up to me grinning. "We've been missing each other all week," he said. "What's going on?" "Going on?" I repeated. "Don't know what you mean. I've been around." "Yeah, but seems every time I show up, I see you heading out." He stared at me still wearing that grin. He always had a big smile which expanded to a grin or might even explode in a lough laugh. "Guess it's just coincidence," I replied lamely. "Well, who cares any way. At least we can make some plans. What are you doing after school? Can you come over?" he enthused. "Uhm, sure. I think so. After school," I all but stammered. Then it slipped out. "I was at your house last Thursday but when I knocked nobody answered. I thought we were going to do something. So I left. You must have been busy." Todd's face took on an expression of being caught in the headlights of an unexpected car. "I... I... I think dad had other plans for me that day. I didn't hear you knock. Is everything OK?" "Oh sure," I smiled weakly. "Everything's OK. How about with you? Do you and your dad do these things a lot?" I pursued. His face still had a stunned look. "Uhm... sure. He and I like to spend time together. He teaches me a lot of cool stuff. Don't you and your dad do things together." "Yeah, sure. Sometimes he's almost a pain. Wanting me to do stuff we used to do all the time. But I'm getting to where I'd rather spend more time with my friends. Like you, Todd," I grinned back. "OK. Good. I'll be sure to answer the door for you this time," he said. We walked to our next classes and I said good-bye until we boarded the bus. The ride home was uneventful. Todd and I sat together where we could turn partway around to gossip with the boys behind us. The topic as usual was girls. The new one, Nancy Kramer, what a sweeeet! Pretty but not beautiful. Great figure. Nice ass and midsized tits which I liked. The other two guys thought she'd look better with size 38s but I guffawed at that. "What are you thinking, dingleberries. She'd be so top heavy she'd need a crutch under each tit. Get real. Besides you can only get your hand around so much tittie." "Or your mouth," whisper another. We all laughed in agreement. Except Todd. He just sorta joined in without offering any critical commentary on her body. He did agree she was pretty and had a nice smile. She wasn't stuck up like some of the beauty queens. We all nodded in agreement with that. That's the way Todd was. Didn't seem particularly interesting in talking with or about girls. I just shrugged it off since none of us were qualified to have any special girl friend. Not at 14. I wasn't ready to jump into heavy dating. I was OK around girls but what would I say when it was only me and her? Rod and Suzy were "going steady" as they called it. I called it being at school. They had actually gone to a movie together after his mom drove them. I was waiting for 16 till I could get my permit then a long wait till 17. When we pumped Rod for how far he'd gotten at the movies, he was evasive but finally admitted that he'd only put his arm around her. She was too freaked by all the other people. So he got to zero base. Not even a good night kiss with a mom at the helm. The closest I ever got to kissing a girl or touching her, was in my fantasies at night as I lay in bed with my hand wrapped around my throbbing hard uncut dick. I'd seen a lot of dicks, mostly soft or half hard in the showers after P.E. All but one uncircumcised like mine. Some boys have asked about why my folks didn't have me cut like them. Was I Jewish or something? I just told them what dad told me. The foreskin would protect the head from constant rubbing in briefs which affects the sensitivity after years and years of rubbing. One boy said he wore boxers so his didn't rub so much. But he's wrong. The cloth hangs over the dick and is constantly coming in contact. Not so much but it all makes the head less sensitive. I'm not queer or anything but I have this crazy interest in dicks especially those just ready to go full sized! Not that I'd want to hold one but sometimes I do wonder what one of those many dangling three-inch dongs would feel in my hand as it expanded but.... Whoa! Whoa! Stop! Get those thoughts out. Out! Out! Out, damned cock! As Shakespeare might have written. My interests especially my sexual interests are girls My ONLY sexual interest! Now wipe that smirk off of your face. So long as there are plenty of Nancy Kramers at school that is. Girls and sex. OK? OK. After I got home, I had a quick snack. While I ate, I decided what I was going to do about this crap in my brain. Talk with dad. He'd know what to do. Then I was off to Todd's Now that I'm fourteen, I don't want to ride my bike so much. Very uncool in my school So I walked the 300 feet between our homes One football field length. He answered the door, just like he promised. When I went inside, and we walked past the home office. Todd's dad has a internet business so he's home a lot. Usually at the computer. As we walked past he looked up, a grin spread over his face and he said, "Hi, Larry. How you doing?" I felt obligated to stand there making talk for a few minutes with his dad. "Doing OK. You?" "Yeah. Me. Fine. Doing well." I have to say that Todd's dad is very good looking. Not only his handsome face but his wavy hair, and buff body. Todd says he and his dad go to the gym twice a week to work out. Says his dad had a very sculpted body and strong legs. Like my dad, he's mostly hairless. On him less body hair looks good. Then Todd and I continued down to his room where he closed the door and turned on his computer. "I want to show you this site I found," he whispered conspiratorially. We waited impatiently while the computer booted up and stopped with the initial page. Todd quickly typed in a pass word that I could not see and the main screen was exposed. On it was a woman! A naked woman! She was turned with her back to the us but the way her body was angled to show she had one very nice breast with little droop. Nice! Her face was pretty, hair gorgeous dark brunette. Her ass was beautiful. Two nice melons begging to be touched, stroked, kissed. "OhMyGawd!" I all but cried out. "Shhhhh!" cautioned Todd stepping forward to press a few keys bringing up a game. "You'll wake the giant in his office! He'll come down to investigate." We stood together by the computer as, sure enough, a knock sounded at the door. "Hey, in there. No playing rough! House rules." Todd got up to open the door. "It's OK, dad, Larry's just over excited about my Gopher Hunting game." Todd's dad laughed. "Oh yeah, that one. See if you can get 70, Larry." He turned and walked back to his den. Todd closed the door and sighed with relief. "That was close. I gotta keep something for cover whenever I'm at this site then constantly ditch each thing when I've gotten my jollies. I make sure my history looks like I've been at very bland places." "OK. OK. Let's get back to Ms Universe," I pleaded. "Sure," he said wearing what only could be a wicked grin. Pressing a few keys he brought the woman back. I gaped at her for a few seconds. "Ready for the front view?" I nodded. Pressing one key, the picture slowly rotated. As she did, something new came into view. A cock. A big, long, hard penis! Jutting from between her thighs where a slit of a pussy should have been. I gasped. My jaw fell open and my eyes seemed to bug out. "My Gawd!" I repeated. "What is this?" "A tranny," he said. "A man altered to look like a woman and keeps his cock and balls. Found a couple of websites and downloaded this and some others. Want to see them?" I nodded. I was so entranced by this new development of cock on a woman who had beautiful breasts with curves where all women are curved. But cocks too. Oh my gawd. " Just then a second woman replaced the first, beginning with her back to us. Then slowly turned to expose her equally gorgeous cock. My heart was pounding. OK, I have a compulsion for cocks. I like to look at them. But this put an entirely new perspective on cocks. This one and the previous both LOOKED like women. Both had all the normal woman accessories. Both were beautiful with lovely long tresses. One a blond the other a brunette. Both too gorgeous to believe. I didn't hear the click of the keys as Todd brought up a new beauty. Light brown hair this time, smile that didn't quit and a body equally lovely as the previous two. The difference was that the rod sprouting from her crotch was at least seven inches long. Gasp! Compared to my measly five inches she was a giant. The larger-than-life erection did not, could not distract from the rest of her body. Long-legged, mounted on three-inch heels, that brought out the best of her legs before moving up to the gorgeous butt, again 36 C breasts that barely sagged, terminating at her head which displayed a lovely face and smile with beautiful coiffed hair. "You as hard as I am?" Todd inquired. I suddenly realized that I WAS hard seeing these lovely creatures had been the aphrodisiac that inspired my penis to its present five-inch length now pressing to lengthen even further spurred by those cocks. Lovely, gorgeous penises. I was all bus gasping, trying to keep my sexual balance. The ying and yang of sexual preference spun in my head. Sure the ladies were a real rewarding sight but those dicks. Which was I in love with? "Hey?" Todd whispered. "I asked if you're as hard as I am." I nodded dumbly, unable to say yes. "You wanna jack?" he said. "Sure," I began then stopped. "What? You mean take out my cock and jack off here in your room? What if your dad comes back. Just to make sure everything's OK." I paused. "What are you thinking. NO!" "Well, I'm gonna do it. You can if you want. I'm so horny, I gotta get off." He unzipped his fly as I watched then extracted his hard-as-a-rock cock. I stared at it. My first view of Todd's hard on. "See something you like, big boy?" he said as he looked at my staring eyes. My mouth was dry. First three huge dongs then this one. Much smaller. But it was the size, shape and thickness of cocks that got my attention. He stepped forward to within an arm-length from me. "Touch it, if you like," he whispered. I did too. I reached out, wrapped my fingers around his cock and squeezed. "Odd," I was thinking. "How can it be so soft and smooth on the outside yet so firm and stiff?" I began to slowly stroke thing thing of beauty Todd had so willingly offered me. So lost in this new experience of cock handling, the cock of another boy, that I didn't feel Todd lowering my zipper. I didn't feel his hand fish around inside my pants and inside my briefs. I was only barely conscious of him bringing my own hardened dick out. His fingers closed around it and he began to expertly jack me off. Suddenly I realized where I was, whom I was with and what we were doing. I pulled back extricating my erection that desperately cried out for relief from Todd's expert hand. "Todd! No!" I whispered urgently all the time holding his cock. Continuing to stroke him. "I can't. This is too queer. I mean too gay." Undeterred Todd retrieved my cock, my weak explanation and feeble efforts to keep it away from that hand that was delivering marvelous sensations. I relented. He took it back and continued to masturbate me in a way so inexplicably exciting. His hand doing marvelous things to my penis. I was lost in randy emotion. I suddenly didn't care that we were two boys holding each others cocks. I didn't care how queer it was. In the excitement of the moment, I had been looking down as I had my hand wrapped around my best friend's cock. I was actually jacking him off. In a moment I knew he'd cum but I didn't care about that either. "Larry," Todd whispered. "Look at me." Raising my eyes to his he smiled. "Nice isn't it?" I nodded, again, My mouth seemed unable to respond to all these new and exciting feelings. "Look at me," he directed again. I looked. As I did his hand moved behind my head, his face moved toward mine and our lips connected. They remained there for only an instant then he moved back, his hand still behind my head. It was unnecessary. I didn't want to go anywhere. "Again?" I nodded and his face descended although I didn't see it coming toward me. My eyes were closed. They connected again. In all my fantasizing about gay activities, the thought of another male kissing me on the lips brought a feeling of revulsion. Now here I was connected by the mouth to another boy. My mind began to justify this. Aren't lips just lips? Isn't the mouth just a mouth? Why does it matter if it's a girl's mouth or a boy's? How could I argue against such logic, especially when Todd's lips felt so good on mine. I was just about the take the next and inevitable step of letting his tongue into my mouth where I would suck on it then he'd suck on mine and we'd lick each others tonsils. All this was stopped in our tracks as my cock exploded. I had had powerful ejaculations before but his was atomic. I gasped into Todd's mouth as my back arched and my cock poured forth several goodly rounds of lava. Without looking down at the damage done to his clothing. Expecting smoldering holes where my ball juice had contacted mere cloth. As the first wave passed I released his still erect dong. He put his arm around me, pulling me close. I was panting, feeling all done in. My cock had different ideas as still two more jets of killer overheated cum shot onto his pants. Finally my heart beat slowed to below the red line so I could catch my breath. "Was it good for you, honey?" asked the daring Todd. "You wouldn't believe, even if I could describe it," I whispered back weakly. Todd pushed upright and turned me around. "Here," he said. "Let's just sit for a few moments. Let you get back to normal." I couldn't nor wouldn't disagree. "You're pretty messy down there," he observed. "Why don't I take care of that for you." Without waiting for confirmation, he slide from the bed, between my open thighs and began to suck and lick the remaining semen still coating the head of my now-soft prick. I was about to object realizing his intent as his mouth engaged my limp prick. The masterful way he was licking and sucking, was doing wonderful things to my lust meter. In mere moments, his nursing had brought my cock back to full salute and his magic mouth was doing fantastic things to my groin area. I lost track of time which seemed to stand still until once again my climax meter red-lined and I ejaculated again. This time into the confines of his mouth which clung to it like a leach, collecting every dribble and squirt he could coax out of my balls. Once again, Todd was teaching me the marvels of boy sex. So gay. So what? I looked down the plain of my body to see him holding my cock in his mouth then watched as my once-again flaccid boy meat slid from between his lips. He looked up at me smiling, 'Yummy. You have delicious sperm, Larry." He moved up beside me on the bed, leaned close to my ear to whisper. "Welcome to my world, dear Larry." Once again his face approached mine. Now in his world, I closed my eyes and welcomed his lips on mine. As his tongue slid between my lips, I tasted my own semen. Revulsion stifled, I sucked my cum from his proffered lingual. I became suddenly aware of a soft click. Opening my eyes, I looked at the door. It was closed but I knew that sound. It had just been closed. Looking at my new lover, I asked, "Did your dad just look in on us?" My heart was racing thinking of the worse. "Yeah, probably. He's such a snoop," confirmed Todd. "I hope you aren't worried. He won't out you to your folks. He doesn't mind if I have lovers like you. He likes you, you know." "I saw you last Thursday," I said. "I know. I heard you come in." "You did? Why didn't you close your dad's door or at least put on some clothes and meet me?" "It's hard for me to explain," he said. "Try," I demanded. "The simplest explanation is the best," he said. "I agree." "I wanted you to see me naked and sucking my dad. I wanted to let you know that I'm queer. You aren't disappointed are you? Can we still be friends? After I seduced you?" Shocked, I stared at him "You planned this all along?" "Yes. Did you enjoy being sucked off?" He was nonplussed. "I don't know whether to be angry at you tricking me into a blow job or happy that I've discovered cock." He smiled at me. "I accept your decision. Now wait right here, I'll be back in a minute." With that he moved off of the bed and ran into the bathroom. I heard him rustling around then he came back completely naked. "I wanted to get more comfortable," he said as an explanation. "Do you like to see me naked?" He asked demurely. "Who wouldn't you're very uhm...." "Pretty?" he offered. "Yes, that's it. You are quire pretty. I like seeing your body." Without thinking my hand reached out to take his rampant penis. "Especially this," I said beginning to slowly masturbate his lovely boyhood. "Yummy," he whispered back. "My boy thingy likes your hand too." He moved closer, to give me more room, I thought. Very considerate. I was increasing my stroking wanting to experience his cum shooting onto me. "But I have a better thought." He slid even closer. His cock now only a few inches from my face. "I think this is a good time for you to take the next and inevitable step," he whispered softly. "Don't you think so?" Our eyes met. I nodded. I was ready. He moved the final three-inches to my face to push his hard cock into my open and waiting mouth. Just for a moment, the slowly fading straight side of my sexual preference was saying, "NoNoNoNo...:" Until it became silent. A voice I knew I'd never hear again. I nuzzled his balls and took more cock into my mouth. "You are so beautiful when you suck my cock he softly said to me as he stroked my hair. And you suck so well. Time seemed to vanish as I suckled his boy teak just as I suckled my mother as a child, seeking her milk. My revery was broken as he said, "I'm cumming. Take it in your mouth. Don't let go until I say." Then the first volley seemed to fill my whole mouth. "It feels like a lot but it's not," he said confidently guessing my first impression. He might have said more but he was now groaning in supreme delight with his lust sending jet after jet of hot sticky semen into my welcoming mouth. "Oh Gawd. You fantastic cock sucker," He was moaning, trying to push his cock more deeply into my mouth. He would have succeeded had not my fingers been wrapped around the base of his penis preventing complete penetration. Finally his writhing stopped. His semen stopped. He could speak again. "Are you OK?" he asked looking down at me. I nodded with his cock still enclosed in my mouth. "OK, now take your mouth off of my cock." I did. "Do you want to swallow or spit?" Looking him directly in the eyes, I swallowed by way of a response. "Marvelous!" he exclaimed and he leaned down to kiss me. This time I heard the door open and looked up to see his dad standing there. "You guys finished? Am I disturbing anything?" "No, dad. Larry just became my cock sucker," he exclaimed. I beamed happily. A cock sucker. I'm a cock sucker. "Great!" he said. "And any time you need a cock when Todd isn't around, mine is available." "Show him your cock, dad," Todd said. "You sure? Larry, do you mind?" "No, I'd like to see your cock too, Mr. Laven." "Oh, us cock suckers are less formal. Call me Jerry or dad if you want." As he was speaking he quickly unbelted his shorts, unzipped, then popped the button to allow his shorts to fall to his feet. He as commando so all he had to do was pull of his t-shirt to be naked as his son. His cock was thick, over six inches with no foreskin. His pubs were shaved so that this beauty protruded proudly at a hard 45-degree angle. His balls were large hanging long in a pouch of his sack. "Nice, isn't it?" said Todd sitting up to take it in his hand. "You know what I like, boy," Jerry whispered. Todd moved the edge of the bed then slid down and dropped to his knees . The large cock slipped swiftly into his mouth. "Mmmm.... so good. So good. You are such a good cock sucker," he whispered looking down with a loving expression watching his son's mouth bob up and down on his hard cock. He looked over at me, then took a careful step closer being sure to keep his cock in Todd's nursing mouth. He leaned over put his hand behind my head. My eyes close and my mouth opened slightly. Our lips pressed, then pressed some more. His tongue slid easily inside where I sucked it. He pulled back smoothly as if timed. "I'm getting close. Larry," he said looking at me. "Why don't you get down here and take my load?" I grinned happy to be part of this initiation. Falling to my knees, I moved close to Todd. "Honey," whispered Jerry. "Pass my cock so that Larry can have it. I'm cumming!" His semen shot into my mouth. The tangy flavor seemed to fill my mouth but it was only an illusion. He squirted and squirted, moaning and groaning speaking the most profanities. "You keep your lips tight on that piss pole, Larry boy." He took a deep breath as still more cum shot in my hungry mouth. I wanted more. Much more. "You're my cock sucker now boy. You'll take my dick any time I tell you." His growl was such a commanding masculine sound. A thrill ran up my spine as I swallowed his cum. "Lick my cock clean, cock sucking little bitch boy." Another jolt of excitement filled my being. I licked the remaining drops of cum from his head and looked up at him. My cell phone rang. "Answer it," said Jerry. "Hello, dad," I announced "Hey, sport. You 'bout ready to come home for dinner? You mom made your favorite dessert." "OK, we're just finishing cleaning up here. Todd's dad gave me some dessert over here." "Oh?" he said. "Was it as good as what mom makes?" "Relax, dad," I laughed. "Nothing can take the place of mom's cooking. I only had a small taste. Won't spoil my taste for what mom is serving. OK, were finishing up here. Be home in a few minutes." Dad chuckled. "OK. Glad you had a good time over there. See you." We hung up. Jerry said as he reached for my hard cock, "You aren't going to let that hard on go to waste are you?" "Really, I gotta go." I insisted putting my rigid dick back in my pants. No cum on them so I was good to go. Both Jerry and Todd came over to me so that we could hug and kiss one last time. They walked me to the door and unabashedly opened it for me even though they were completely naked. "Good bye, cock sucker," they said in unison. I blew them kissed and headed home. What a surprising ending to the day. What would I tell dad when he asked about my day. Little did I realize that I had another surprise at home. More dessert?