Date: Tue, 16 Oct 2012 08:25:59 -0700 (PDT) From: Frank NIaw Subject: LATE BLOOMER, Part 2 LATE BLOOMER Tucson Daddy Lannyr99@yahoo.com This story is a completely fiction. Every action, every person is from a fantasy I invented. As most states require, if you are under the age of 18, you should not read this story. 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 you do not appreciate the idea of boys having gay sex with each other or a father joining the two lovers, you should leave. Please do comment positively or negatively about my plot or any other aspect of the story or my writing. I'll respond. If you have a picture, please send that too. Enjoy. LATE BLOOMER Part 2 My Surprise Lover I awoke to sunlight filtering into my room through small spaces between the slats of the blinds. Laying there my mind went back to the events of yesterday afternoon. The images spun in my brain. My best friend had molested me! He had coaxed my to take his cock. That crazy interest in cocks now seemed to be explained as we progressed to where he nicely masturbated me to climax. What 14-year-old boy contemplates the complexities of life, especially sexual activities? Even more especially when one of those activities is being performed on him. Oh sure, when we got together with other boys with equally overheated hormones the discussion rarely turned to questions of best masturbation techniques. Rather the topic was more likely to be some girl or girls and their female attributes that was absorbing more of our attention. Yeah, those girl qualities and the quickly shared snippets of imagined sexual interaction with said girl. (Or girls? Even better.) We all giggled about it when with equals but what happened in the minds of those guys when they were alone in their bed at night. What fantasies engaged their minds as they manually engaged their hardness jutting from their groin? Up to yesterday, those fantasies for me were girls. But that was yesterday. Today things changed dramatically for me. Where were those thoughts of Nancy, Mary, or Beth as Todd slowly and masterfully jacked me off? Or when he kissed me. On my lips! This was the first kiss I had planned on sharing with one of the aforementioned girls. Or any girl. Yet his lips had touched me so lightly, offering me to accept or reject his advance. But it was my hungry libido that made the decision. What horned up boy, like me, could resist sharing my desires with this naked boy? Where were the thoughts of girls? Why did they not race to my rescue. Nancy! Mary! Beth! I was in danger, although I did not realize the depth of said danger, nor the outcome, were it to continue. At the very moment when my sexual identity was dangling by a mere thread, no girl appeared to slap my hand away from that lovely hard penis. I was alone with no heterosexual thoughts to interject themselves into this erotic moment of the kiss. A kiss, OK? It's just a kiss. A meeting of two pairs of lips placed one on the other. My rapidly diminishing straight side strove to push these thoughts away but then my queer side rushed in to emphasize. Go ahead, kiss him. What can it hurt any way? I soon learned. This was the kiss that bade good-bye to my hetero side while my homo side broke through that barrier that society, my family, and my male friends encouraged me to construct so as to keep my self safe from the potential of marauding sex fiends. Now that wall, so carefully constructed day by day, night by night, was in ruin. I was a cock sucker! A cock sucker! Yes! The desire to engage another penis in my mouth! The thought, so delicious, in every sense of the word, now burst fully into my mind. I was once again in Todd's bedroom on his bed as he lay next to me. His cock in my mouth, where it truly belonged from this moment on, my hand stroking his smooth thigh, urged on by Todd's tender words of encouragement. Those words which an hour earlier would have caused revulsion, now coaxed the embers of desire to burst into full flames raging within my sex-fevered mind. In that crazed moment I thought of words I'd heard before albeit in a different setting came back to me. "This is my cock. Take and eat." So I ate and ate and ate until.... My baptism into this new universe was fully confirmed by his excited cry that told me he was ready to give me his juice. "This is my semen. Take and drink." I could not nor would not refuse his command. I took it in my mouth, feeling each contraction his dick made. Each jet of semen mixed with sperm coated and re-coated my tongue. I even held his penis there until the last drop of jizz dribbled onto my tongue. "You can spit or swallow," he offered. Silly boy? Deprive myself of this... This.... I'd heard the word before but only now realized its meaning: his elixir. I wasn't going this far only to be deprived of his reward. I swallowed; confirming my secret desire. I was a cock sucker. Nancy? Mary? Beth? I'll always treasure the thoughts of seeing you naked. But for now you've lost your hold on me. I was a cock sucker. Yet this was but the beginning. There was more in this new universe. I had not seen it but I'd heard about it when boys gathered together to gossip about that queer Jason. "Did you hear?" someone would whisper. "He sucks cock." And worse! "He lets guys fuck him in the ass." Evidence presented and jury returns its verdict. Not that any of us had actually witnessed his disgusting act. But the joint opinion of we four or five was sufficient. Jason, you poor bastard. You're queer by popular edict. Now move over Jason, I've joined your ranks. We're both cock suckers. You just got a head, excuse the pun, start on me. Yet I wondered. How many guys huddled in a conspiratorial circle on the school yard, as we condemned Jason, felt their cocks stiffen, even a bit, as mine did. I wonder. How many of those boys wanted to experience what Jason, the queer, did for other boys. Like I did? I wondered. Up until yesterday I too felt some sadness for Jason. How did a queer enjoy life when his mouth or ass isn't attached to another boy's dong? I couldn't even imagine. Fortunately I was different. I had a life full of so many things. Things to distract me from even for a moment from the urge to surrender myself into such a pathetic and disgusting way of boy's life. And yet.... Now I too was a cock sucker. I was happy, joyously content even though I too am a cock sucker. I sucked Todd to a happy conclusion. Even better, I knelt before his father, now my second daddy, and took his semen. The taste of Todd's cum had not yet dissipated when Jerry's coated the walls of my mouth with a second layer of ball juice. I shivered as I recalled the words he had used on me. "You're my cock sucker now boy. You'll take my dick any time I tell you." "Lick my cock clean, cock sucking little bitch boy." He was so commanding, so powerful. On my knees in supplication. His thick prick pumping semen onto my tongue. His demanding voice growling out instructions. I was his! I was his cock sucker now. Now back in my own bed, this thrill was accentuated as my stroked cock shot its load into the Kleenex. Recovering, I sighed contentedly, now drained of my lustful thoughts and my balls of their cum. Even better, when I tossed the ball of paper containing evidence of my growing sexual maturity into the trash can six feet away! I made it! Basket! Life hardly got better than this. At least considering it my first serious act of the day. A knock sounded lightly at my door. "Son, you awake?" It was dad. "Yeah, I'm awake. Wide awake. Come on in, dad." "Good morning," he said brightly. Dad is always bright in the morning. A trait I will never embrace. "Good morning," I replied. "Isn't today a holiday? No school." "True but why let a good day go to waste languishing in bed. Especially since your mom had a great breakfast awaiting on the table. Suddenly the smell of the meal assaulted my nostrils. igniting old memories of equally delicious meals on pleasant mornings. This was one of the many things growing up in a happy family was all about: family gathered at one table, sharing food and morning thoughts. I pushed away the blanket and sheet covering me preparing to all but leap from my bed. Suddenly I realized I had not pulled up my briefs from my morning "exercise." I lay semi-naked before my watching father. I was shared the further ignominy of displaying my dick. Now flaccid, my boy prick lay quietly and unassuming on my light growth of emerging hair. Hair; one more evidence of my growing sexual maturity. Dad chuckled causing me to notice. Blushing, I quickly retrieved my lower covering. "Taking care of morning business," he said grinning. "See you at the table." He walked away, closing the door as he went. I went into the bathroom I shared with my two brothers and a sister. Mom and dad had their own. Lucky parents! This time it was available. The others having already been roused and sent to eat. I stood before the stool, holding my limp penis and watched as my morning water poured forth in an graceful arc to splash into the water below. Here was another mystery. I'd tasted my piss before. Why was it so bitter in the morning yet milder in both taste and smell later, after breakfast. At this moment it was dark yellow. Maybe color had something to do with it. Maybe dad or Todd or Jerry could answer that question. Inserting two fingers into the slackening stream, I brought them to my mouth to lick the wetness. Bitter for sure. Flushing the stool I closed the lid as mom was constantly cautioning me to do. What was the big deal that women and girls couldn't do this task themselves? It wasn't like lid was a massive thing only boys and men could do. Sighing, I just accepted her edict as though it were one of the statements of universal pacifism. "OK, mom, there you go. Lid down. I hope you're happy about this." If I left it up, I'd sure hear about it, but leaving it down brought no praises. Life! Moms! I loved 'em both. Quickly brushing my teeth to rid me of the overnight taste that builds up I rinsed my mouth. Bathing the brush beneath the rushing water, I ran my thumb over the bristles to remove toothpaste residue. My brush now in its own place among the three others in the rack, I exited the bathroom. Back in my own room I hastily pulled on a pair of shorts, and t-shirt. Now prepared to meet the the day, I left to join my family at the breakfast table. Suddenly I realized I was hungry. Very hungry. For food this time. Looking down at my twitching penis, I whispered, "Shut up, cock." Entering the dining room, I slid onto my chair and returned greetings from the family. Each of us had an assigned place to sit. Mom and dad at opposite ends of the table while I sat next to my brother, only a year younger than me. My other brother and sister sat on the other side of the table with mom and sis adjacent to each other. For protection, I guess. Somehow I couldn't see that we four males as being much of a threat. Life! Parents! I loved them both. Even my sib's. As usual breakfast was outstanding. Even though I had a similar repast each morning there was simply something about being with people I knew and loved that made the food taste better. Even better this typical repast was lovingly prepared my my mother. Just for a mad moment I wondered how would they respond were I to calmly announce, "Mom, dad, " I'm a cock sucker." But I already knew. My family is so predictable. After a very brief and sudden drop in conversation, mom would smile, pat my hand and say, "Oh, I'm sure you're much too young to be THAT." All very calmly and patiently. Dad would say, "Son, we really should talk about your being that. Right after breakfast." My brothers would scoot down in their chairs hearing one of the many four-letter and unallowed words in "this house." My sister would giggle, put her hand over her mouth and repeat, "Larry's a cock sucker." Why did such thoughts come out of nowhere to jump into the middle of a perfectly normal breakfast. Hormones? Attitude? "Larry, are you alright," mom's soft voice brought me back to the moment from my crazed mind. "Huh? Oh sure. I'm fine. Why do you ask?" "You had such a funny expression on your face." "Funny? You mean like ha ha or strange?" "Never mind, dear. It's OK," she said. I saw her eyes briefly look at dad then returned to me. She has such a nice smile! Glancing at my father I saw him looking directly at me. What! I figured that this would lead to a conversation later. Dad was like that. When a potential family issue came up, he was there to make things right. Not that this was anything special, I thought, but apparently mom and dad did. The rest of breakfast passed with each of us telling what we planned to do on "this fine day." Mom told us she was taking my sister and youngest brother with her to buy them new clothes. "They seem to just grow out of them as fast as I buy them." My other brother was joining two friends for the afternoon. "Be home by five," mom reminded them. He nodded as he slid from his chair, pushing it into its place at the table. "I'm gonna hang out with Todd or Gary or both. I don't know. Later though. For now I'm just gonna let this wonderful meal digest while I watch some TV," I reported. We all rose from the table, pushed in chairs following another universal law, and I went to plunk myself down on the couch. Mom gathered the two youngest and whisked them out the door with my brother complaining about having to go shopping. The final word dripping with sarcasm or as much as he could muster. Dad disappeared into the study to work on paper work. And I thought homework ended with graduation! As usual not much was worth watching on TV with only a limited number of channels. I wondered what if we could have more channels, like 50 or 60! Then I could always find something entertaining. I watched a movie for awhile but got bored. When I tried calling both Gary and Todd but nobody answered. Must be out with their families, I thought. Maybe later. Meandering out onto the back patio, I sat beneath the cover and tried to get interested in my book. Suddenly dad came bounding around the corner with a basketball! "Hey, sport, how's about giving me a chance to beat you this morning." Grinning I put down my book, stood to pull off my t-shirt, and stepped out into the sun. Dad was similarly dressed in shorts and no t-shirt. I could not help but notice as I always did how good dad looked. Great body, firm and muscled in all the right places but not muscular. His thighs were good looking and for the first time I noticed how firm his ass looked beneath his shorts. "Stop it!" I cautioned myself. I'd never thought anything of dad's ass before but now, somehow, it..... "Stop!" I mentally cried out. Just for a moment I wondered what was happening to me. "Catch!" I heard dad yell and looked up just in time to receive the tossed ball. Then we were off. Racing around the basket area. Jumping to sink or not sink shots. The score steadily mounted in my favor. Dodging, pushing past him or him past me, we struggled for superiority on the court. Until finally dad said, "Let's take a breather, OK?" Without waiting for my confirmation he walked to take seat under the patio cover. He lay back in the chaise longe his body glistening with sweat, his chest heaving from the exertion of our friendly game. Once again I was drawn to look at his body, now laying back one arm behind his head the perfect pose of an model. Dad was good looking enough to be one, I thought. Just at this moment I was having thoughts about him too. Once again I had to caution my mind to stay away from that. Did I really want to know where that would lead? Before my mind could process and answer, he turned his head to look at me. "Hey, have a seat." He patted the chair next to him. I sat or rather lay back. "How are you doing, Larry?" he asked in a tone I knew was going somewhere no matter whether I said I was dying from tuberculosis or happy as could be. "I'm OK, dad. Thanks for asking." There was silence for a bit. I knew this from many previous conversations with him that he was getting ready for a talk. "I noticed that you have been a bit moody lately. Anything I should know about?" "Not really," I said drawing out the word not. "Hey, I'm your dad. You think you can mope around and expect me to believe nothing's on your mind?" he said turning his head to look me in the eyes. This might be a good time to tell him what had bothered me. "OK, dad, you're right. I do have something." "Go for it. You can talk with me about anything. You know that." I sure did. Our father/son talk about sex had been surprisingly unembarrassing. Dad has a way with words. So I began. "It's what I saw. Over at Todd's a week ago. Been on my mind a lot." "Go on." I wished I knew how to say this as dad could. I was having trouble saying this in the right way. Even though the seconds ticked by, he did not rush me. "We were supposed to get together. At his place. On Thursday after school. So when I got there, I knocked but nobody came to the door. I thought maybe he's in his room and can't hear me so I went in. He was expecting me so I just assumed it was alright." Getting closer to telling him what I saw, was harder to speak. Did I really want to tell dad what I'd witnessed? Too late now. I was already well down that path. No turning back now. In the back of my mind I imagined possible scenarios that could unfold. What if he were upset that I went in the way I did? What if he were upset that I'd gone down the hall to investigate? What if he were upset that I'd spied on Todd and his dad having sex? Too late now. I pressed on. "I called his name but no one answered so I went to his room. It was empty. The house which had seemed so quiet when I came in suddenly made soft sounds more audible." "Why didn't you leave, son? Wasn't it plain that Todd wasn't there?" "I thought about that. Just as I was turning to leave, I heard something like a groan. Should I leave and talk to Todd tomorrow? Instead my curiosity raised its head. I wanted to know what the sounds were. Maybe someone was hurt. Maybe I could help. The hall was dark but I knew the way and walked quietly to the door from which the sounds emanated. It was their guest bedroom. The door was slightly open, maybe an inch so I peeked in. A lamp next to the bed was turned on so I could see everything. The hall light was off with no chance, anyone could see me at an inch-wide space in the door. What I saw shocked me. And confused me." "What did you see, son?" "It was Todd and Jerry, er, Mr. Laven. They were both naked. Mr. Laven was sitting on the bed, his thighs open, while Todd was kneeling between. His head was moving up and down so I knew he was.... he was.... " I had to pause. Just thinking about this scene reminded me of what I had done with Jerry. "Take your time, Larry. Tell me more when you're ready." "Todd.... he was.... he was..... he was sucking his dad's cock!" I ended with almost a sob and a long silence fell over us. Dad didn't say a word as we looked each other in the eye. He was smiling trying to reassure me that all was OK. Finally I felt brave enough to continue. "I couldn't move. I wanted to turn and run but it was like I had no control over my body. I wanted to close my eyes. To block out what I was witnessing but I couldn't. I just watched. "Todd was naked," I repeated somehow this seemed very important. "Does Todd have a nice body?" dad asked in a quiet voice.. I should have been shocked that my father would have an interest in Todd's body. Somehow it seemed OK. "Yes, very nice." "Tell me about Todd's body. What's his butt like?" This conversation so randy, almost obscene as I described my fourteen-year-old friend's body to my dad. I went on in detail telling how smooth he was, like his dad. His strong body not muscled but firm. His ass so round and just as smooth. I knew my cock was hard as I spoke. "His dad groaned and warned Todd that he was cumming. I thought Todd would move away." "But he didn't, did he," interjected dad. "No, he stayed there but I couldn't see if he still had his dad's cock in his mouth. His head stopped bobbing up and down and he just stayed that way." I stopped speaking again this image still in my head. My imagination took over so I could actually see that cock buried in my friend's mouth. "Then his dad's face had a funny expression almost like he was in pain. He said 'Oh f...' I was about to say that forbidden word but stopped in time. After saying something I couldn't hear, he fell onto his back and panted. But Todd stayed there kneeling between his dad's knees." "Do you think Todd took a big load from his dad's balls?" dad asked. I had not realized until now that my hand was on my hard cock, slowly rubbing through my shorts. Nervously I looked over at my dad to see his hand rubbing his own cock, I could see as a bulge straining at the cloth of his shorts. "Then Todd got up to lay with his dad on the bed. They kissed! I was so scared. A man kissing his son like that." "How long did they kiss?" "Not long but then they kissed again and again. Like they were boy friends or something." "Did you enjoy watching them kiss?" "Not at first but after a bunch of kissing, I did." "What else happened?" dad asked. "Todd's dad took Todd's hard cock in his hand while they were kissing." "Tell me about Todd's cock. How big is it? Is he cut or have a foreskin like you?" "His is a lot like mine. About four inches long. Thick like his dad's and no foreskin." "Like his dad's. You mean his dad's was still hard?" "Uh oh," I thought to myself. His dad's was completely soft but how would I know how big it was unless I had seen it myself, in person. So I lied, just a little but for a good cause. "Not really hard. Completely. Sorta half way between. But I thought how big it might be if he were hard. You know?" "Did you like seeing Todd's hard cock?" I gulped. My face felt flushed. Dad smiled. "It's OK to say you liked seeing hard cock. So do I." More shocking news as if Todd's and his dad incestuous sex weren't enough. Here was my dad admitting that he likes cock too. Maybe it was a gene, a "like to see cock" gene I dunno but just then I was feeling so horny after describing this boy and dad sex scenario. Dad's voice interrupted my reverie when he said, "Did Mr. Laven suck Todd's cock?" "Oh yes, he moved down Todd's body to take his cock head into his mouth then sucked him until he yelled that he was cumming." "Did he continue sucking Todd? Even while he was cumming?" I was almost panting from lust. "Yeah. Yes, he did. And even after Todd had cum." "Did it bother you to watch his dad suck him off? Did you like watching." "No, I wasn't bothered. I was excited." Then Dad asked something so outrageous. So erotic. So arousing. "Did you wish you were the one sucking Todd?" "Dad!" I cried out. "No! How could you ask me if I would do that!" Dad just looked at me. He was reading my thoughts as though I had spoken them aloud. "Larry, It's OK to admit you'd like to suck your friend's cock. Lots of boys do. Maybe not a lot but they do. You're a horny boy, you're hard as a rock and your voice tells me how much you enjoyed watching. I'm horny too just listening to you tell me." He reached over to place his hand on my bare thigh. "Now try it once more. Did you wish you were the one sucking Todd's cock?" He paused. "Think of how it would feel in your mouth still oozing semen from cumming. Would you like that?" He was looking at me as his hand roamed up my thigh. I couldn't lie. Not about this. "Yes," I said as calmly as I could. "I do. Right now I wish I had been the one to suck my friend and make him cum in my mouth, like his dad did." "Thanks for telling me that, son," said dad his voice thick with emotion and something else. Lust? His hand had reached the leg hole of my shorts. My eyes shifted to that hand. Wondering where this was leading. Did I want dad's hand on my rock hard dick. I knew at that moment, I could get up and walk away, the unspoken question dad was posing for me as we lay together side by side in the chairs on our patio. The house was completely quiet. No one but just the two us. Dad and me. I was about to make my decision to rise up and leave when dad's hand move to just inside the leg of my shorts. "Dad..." I whispered plaintively. "Dad, we shouldn't. It's not right. You're my dad." In response his hand slid even further up my leg. I was completely lost to the warm touch of his hand moving toward his goal. "Larry, my son. I love you so much. I've watched as you've grown. Now you are at the right age for our love to grow beyond what we've known. But now being with you here listening to your voice give away your thoughts of queer sex I know this is the time, the hour, the moment for us to begin the journey I've so longed to start with you. With you, Larry. Please don't deny me or you what I've longed for and you are just discovering. Let me be your guide on this path." His hand slid the last two inches to cup my balls. His words had melted my heart. I surrendered to his hand gently massaging my nuts. "Yes, dad. You're right. I want this too. Teach me how to love you more." Moving my hands to my shorts, I unbuckled, unzipped and undid the button. Understanding my action, he moved his hand out of the leg hole of my shorts so I could push them down. He hooked the fingers of his hand into the waistband of my briefs and pulled them down, carefully raising the band so that it did not catch my hard-as-a-rock prick. Now I was naked with my dad. His hand took my cock, fingers closing around it. "Oh, dad," I gasped. "Your hand feels so wonderful." "Your cock feels so good in my hand after all these years of lusting after you. You are my dream lover come true." After a few more gentle squeezes he released my cock now starving for his hand. He rose from his chair and extended his arm to help me stand. We stood together hand in hand looking into each others smiling and happy faces. Moving his other hand to place it behind my head, I tilted my head slightly to avoid his nose as his face moved closer until our lips met. I moved my other arm to pull him close. Our kiss lasted and lasted. Heaven had a whole new meaning for me now. Our lips parted from each other, eyes opened we looked at each other. He smiled, took my hand, and said, "You know what I want to do now but first pick up our clothes so mom won't know." In seconds with shorts shorts and t-shirts in one hand, I reach once again took his. It felt so good to be naked with my father, who would soon be my lover. He whispered the words I longed to hear. "Let's go make love." End of Part 2 I hope you enjoyed this second installment of "Late Bloomer. Your comments are welcome whether positive or negative.