Date: Sat, 16 Aug 2003 02:26:13 -0700 (PDT)
From: Frank Calder <calderfrank@yahoo.com>
Subject: Michael and his Dad - part IV

One day, Dad told me he'd had an idea but needed to tell me about it
and to "ask for my permission". I was surprised and could not imagine
what idea he might have had that needed my permission. Then he
explained.

A good friend at work had confided in him that he liked teenage boys
and was often surfing the Internet to try and find pictures of them
naked. That guy's 50th birthday was the following week and Dad had
thought he could maybe give him a little thrill. The idea was simple.
On a fake 'sudden impulse' Dad would invite the guy home one evening
(it did not really have to be on the exact day) and the two of them
would come to our house straight after work. They would of course find
me naked -- if you have read the previous parts of my story you might
remember that I am always naked when at home -- and I would pretend to
be surprised. The guy would be happy to have caught a glimpse of a
naked boy, I would go and get dressed and the three of us would have
dinner.

Dad obviously thought of it as a big joke and I thought it would be
funny to see the bewildered face of his friend when greeted at the door
by a naked 14 year old. I agreed.

A few days later Dad secretly called me from the office to let me know
that he would be coming back home with his friend in the evening. No
need to prepare anything special of course, as I was not supposed to
know about it. They would buy something on the way or we would order
pizza.

When they arrived I had prepared everything as usual, as if I was
expecting Dad alone. The bell rang and I went to open the door with a
big: "Hi, Dad!" Dad was there indeed but he was bent down picking up
his car keys that he had intentionally dropped so his friend would be
first in line when the door would open.

So there we were, Dad bent down and me standing stark naked in front of
his friend whose mouth was as wide open as the door I was still
holding.

Knowing that the whole thing was done so that Dad's friend would get a
good look I pretended to be surprised and looked several times from him
to Dad as if I was so astonished that I was not even thinking of hiding
my nudity.

Dad eventually rose, asked his friend to step inside and closed the
door behind them. He took his time and acted as if everything was
normal. He gave me his briefcase and umbrella to put away, which I
dutifully did. I then walked back to him and, as usual, he ruffled my
hair, kissed me on my forehead and said: "Hi, son."

He then turned towards his friend and introduced him to me saying:
"Michael, this is my good friend Glen. His birthday's tomorrow so I
thought I would invite him over for dinner. We'll call for pizza. Don't
bother with what's been prepared, we'll have it tomorrow. Glen, this is
my son Michael who has just turned 14. Little Michael enjoys being
naked around the house and I do it sometimes myself. Michael, say hello
to Glen then maybe you should go and put a pair of shorts on."

I looked at Glen. He was quite tall but definitely overweight. He must
have been something like 120 kilos for 180cm. I shook his hand and he
said hello with a big smile. I immediately liked him. There was
something about him -- I think it was his smile -- that made me feel
warm inside. He was exactly the kind of dad I would have liked to have
if I had not already had the best one in the world.

He said: "You know, Michael, I am often naked at home myself. I know
how pleasant it is and I am not easily offended or embarrassed. You
don't have to go out of your ways for me. You can stay like this if you
want. I mean it. Really!"

Knowing what I knew about him it was quite clear that he was actually
hoping that I would stay naked. I looked at Dad and he made an
up-to-you gesture with his hands. I thought it would be nice to do
something for Glen, especially as his birthday was the day after. I
said: "Fine, then. If it's OK with both of you I will stay like this."
I saw a flash of intense happiness in Glen's eyes and I was really
happy to be able to do that for him.

We then walked towards the lounge. A naked 14 year old boy walking
between two fully dressed adult males who each had a hand on his
shoulder. We must have been quite a sight...

Glen sat down and Dad and I went to the kitchen to fetch a few drinks.

"What do you think of him?" Dad asked.

I walked to him and threw my arms around his waist to hug him. I
cuddled against him with my head between his stomach and his chest.
Looking up to him I said: "He seems like a very nice man. I like him."

"Why did you choose to stay naked?"

"Because I thought he would enjoy it. I felt like I wanted to please
him. You know, I've got this strange feeling that he's the kind of dad
I would like to have if I did not already have the best one in the
world."

"He does not have any children but he looks a bit dad-like, doesn't he?
Do you think he would make a good dad?"

"Hard to tell after only a few minutes. What I know is that he could
never be as good as you. But if he was my dad I would try to be as good
a boy with him as I try to be with you."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, you know. Be nice... helpful... try to please..."

"You would please him like you please me?"

He had a little spark in his eyes that made me understand he was
thinking of something special. I thought about it for a while, then I
smiled and said: "Yes... this too... I could."

Dad smiled too, hugged me strongly and said: "Well, I'm sure he would
enjoy it. You are a real good boy, Michael. I love you."

We then ordered pizzas. We were still having a drink and a chat when
they arrived so we put them aside and decided to microwave them later.

We were in the lounge. Dad and Glen were siting side by side on the
sofa and I was sitting on the carpet in front of them making sure their
glasses were refilled whenever necessary. We were talking about
football and Dad and I were teasing Glen because our team was higher up
in the league than his.

Then I realized Dad still had his shoes on. Usually, after Dad comes
back home he has a drink in the lounge while I kneel in front of him,
place his legs one by one on my lap and take his shoes off. We both
enjoy this very much.

I asked: "Dad, do you want me to take your shoes off?"

"That would be lovely, Michael. Thank you."

I moved closer to him on the carpet, put his left leg on my lap and
started to undo his laces. I took his shoe and his sock off. I massaged
his foot a little then I put his leg down and got hold of the other.

Dad was looking at me with pleasure and pride in his eyes. I know he
likes to see his obedient boy naked at his feet. And apart from his
arms that's also the place where I prefer to be.

"What a lovely boy you have!" said Glen.

"Yes," Dad answered, "I'm real lucky."

I turned towards Glen and asked: "Would you like me to take your shoes
off too, Sir?"

"Well... I don't know... Do you think...?"

"No problem, Sir. You'll feel better afterwards."

I slowly slid on the carpet to come in front of him. I was sitting on
my heels and my knees were touching each other. I got hold of one of
his legs and rested his foot on one of my thighs. As I was undoing his
laces my eyes met Dad's and he discreetly gestured for me to open my
legs. Engrossed in what I was doing I had not noticed that my penis was
almost entirely hidden within my thighs. I knew Dad liked me to have my
legs wide open in front of him, and obviously Glen would not mind.

Still sitting on my heels I slowly parted my knees as much as I could,
opening my legs and displaying my genitals for their pleasure.

I glanced at Dad and his lips silently mouthed: "Good boy."

I was real proud and I started to get an erection. I caught a glimpse
of Glen's face and I could see he was enjoying every second of his
evening.

"You really are a lovely and obedient little boy, Michael."

I love to hear Dad telling me I am his obedient boy. It always makes me
very proud and I feel like I want to obey him even more and to show him
that I am totally his. It was the first time I had heard these words
from someone else but, coming from Glen, they had the same effect on me
and my penis gave a twitch.

I took his hand, gently kissed its palm and then rested my cheek inside
it.

He smiled, stroked my cheek a little and said as for himself: "Little
boy... So cute... So obedient."

I took is shoes and socks off and put his feet back on the floor but I
did not move away. I simply stayed there with my legs wide apart, my
hands on my thighs and an erect penis.

Seeing that I was not going away nor trying to hide my erection and
that Dad did not seem to mind, Glen got a bit bolder.

Sliding one of his legs between mine he started to casually fondle my
testicles with his foot while we carried on chatting about football.

As I looked at Dad he raised his eyebrows and pointed his chin towards
Glen in an interrogating motion. After our earlier conversation in the
kitchen -- and considering what Glen was doing -- I understood what he
meant and briefly closed my eyes to acquiesce.

Dad then said: "Glen, why don't you sit back and relax. I think little
Michael might have an early birthday present for you."

Glen did not know what Dad actually meant, but considering the way the
evening had gone so far he either had some kind of idea or at least was
willing to let go and wait for whatever would come.

He sat back, looked at me very softly and with a big smile jokingly
said: "Well, young man. I'm waiting."

Looking up at that big, strong and powerful man towering over me I was
overwhelmed by an intense desire to serve and pleasure him whichever
way I could.

I put a hand on each of his knees and slid them back up towards his
crotch. I got to the buckle of his belt and opened it. I then undid the
button at the top of his fly and slid the zipper down. Slightly pulling
on his trousers I said: "Please, Sir..." and he lifted his body a
little so I could slide them off.

Gently lifting each side of his shirt I inserted two fingers in his
briefs and again said: "Please, Sir..." Again, he lifted his body a
little and I was able to remove his underwear to find myself 'face to
face' with his penis.

Although his eyes were full of lust he must have been apprehensive of
what was to come as his penis was still flaccid.

It was actually more than flaccid -- if that makes sense -- it was all
shriveled up in the middle of his pubic hair as if just coming out of
cold water. His not so hairy testicles were not hanging low as is often
the case with older men but formed an almost complete sphere about 2/3
the size of a tennis ball. The skin was wrinkled, again as if he had
just stepped out of a cold bath.

Being all retracted his penis seemed pretty small compared to the mass
of his testicles. It reminded me of those size D batteries I had in my
torch. But I knew it would eventually get to its real size.

Glen was not circumcised and only the slit of his gland could be
guessed in the small opening of his wrinkled foreskin. The whole area
of his genitals was somewhat dwarfed by the mass of his stomach
underneath his shirt.

I lowered my head towards his crotch and smelt it. It had the typical
smell of an overweight man who had not had a shower since the morning
and had been sweating in his underwear for a few hours. A few drops of
left-over urine added a little pungency to the fragrance. It was a
strong but not so unpleasant smell and I found it was not so different
than the one I had come to enjoy on Dad's body.

I had only paused to compare their respective smells but Dad mistakenly
thought I had been somewhat put off by Glen's so he admonished me:
"Michael, you are only a little boy but Glen is a fully grown-up man.
He has been working all day and this is the smell of a working man. It
should not stop you. Glen is a good man, an honest man, and you must
show him the same respect you show me."

I thought that maybe Glen had had the same impression as Dad and I felt
terribly guilty for making them feel uncomfortable. I took their hands
in mine and I apologized:

"Mr. Glen... Dad... I am really, really sorry if I have given you the
wrong impression. I was not thinking anything bad about you, Mr. Glen.
Quite the opposite. I was thinking that your manly odour reminded me of
Dad's and I was feeling really happy inside to be here with you two and
about to show you how much I appreciated your presence. As you said,
Dad, I am only a little boy and until I am an adult it is not for me to
judge grown-ups. Only to serve them and be grateful for what they teach
me. I understand this perfectly and that's all I want to do: serve you.
You know I respect you, Dad. I think I even worship you. All I want is
to obey you and do whatever you tell me to. I am your boy. Your
obedient boy. I want you to be proud of your totally obedient little
boy."

Dad said: "OK, Michael. If this is the way you feel then it's alright.
You may show Glen your obedience."

"Thanks, Dad."

I went back down on Glen's crotch but this time I did not stop to
analyze his odour. I stuck my tongue inside the wrinkled folds of his
foreskin and gently wiggled it a little. I immediately recognized on my
buds the taste of dried manly urine and, as usual, it inexplicably made
me feel happy.

I don't really understand why, but whenever I am between the legs of a
mature man -- say 40 to 60 -- and I am servicing him with my mouth I
always feel warm, peaceful and secure. As long as these powerful men
are towering over me with their penis in my mouth nothing can happen to
me.

Before that evening I had only serviced Dad. Glen was the first
outsider I was servicing and was happy to notice that it felt as good
with him as it did with Dad.

I immediately wanted to give my 14 year-old body to him so he and Dad
could play with it whichever way they liked. I wanted them to use my
mouth and to give me their semen which I would dutifully, respectfully
and gratefully receive and either drink, lick, swallow or smear on my
face depending on their wishes. I know that Dad loves to hug and cuddle
me when I am naked in his arms and my face is covered with his sperm. I
love it too as I then really feel safe, warm and that I totally belong
to him as his obedient little boy.

I took all of Glen's penis in my mouth and I gently moved it around
with my tongue. It was soft and thick and it felt wonderful as I
pressed my lips against his pubis. I stopped and remained motionless
for a few seconds, enjoying the presence of his manly organ in my boy's
mouth.

He slowly started to get an erection and felt his penis grow and
develop between my lips. I took it out of my mouth, pulled the foreskin
back and started to dutifully lick his gland clean of all prior traces
of urine, sweat and precum.

I then slowly licked the shaft of his penis and started to do the same
to his testicles. When I got to the underside of them Glen slightly
changed his position and I was able to lick his scrotum almost all the
way to his anus. I then went back up and reinserted his now fully erect
penis in my mouth. It was not huge -- about 6 inches -- but it was
quite thick and felt heavy. I started to suck in earnest.

Dad seemed mesmerized by the sight of his little boy's lips around this
thick male organ. He leaned forward to get a better look, and he
stopped with his face only a foot or so away from mine. He started to
direct me and I strove to follow his instructions.

"Good boy, Michael. You're doing a good job. Slowly, slowly. Open your
mouth wide and slowly go down as much as you can. I don't think you can
deep-throat Glen but I want you to try a little so one day you can.
Yes. That's it. OK. Now take his penis out of your mouth and lick his
testicles. Yes. Exactly. You really are a good obedient little boy,
Michael. I am really proud of you. Now I want you to use your hands to
open Glen's buttocks a little and lick his anus. But don't only use the
tip of your tongue, use the whole surface of it. I want you to lick his
anus as if you were a cat lapping up milk. Yes. That's it. Go on. Lick
it for Daddy. Show me how obedient you are. Again. And again. And
again. Good boy. Daddy's obedient little boy. OK. Go back to his gland
now and clean the precum that is oozing from it. OK. Swallow. Good. Now
just keep the gland in your mouth and suckle on it while you masturbate
Glen with your hand. [Glen, please, let me know when you're about to
come.] That's it. You know,, Michael, I think one day I will take
pictures of you like this. You are so cute when you're naked on your
knees with a penis in your mouth. I love you so much. Right. Glen's
telling me he will come soon. Here's what you'll do. You will not stop
to masturbate him but you will tilt your head backwards a bit, open
your mouth and stick your tongue as far out as you can. You will then
rest the tip of his penis on the tip of your tongue so when he comes we
can all see his manly sperm flow onto your little boy's tongue. That's
it. You're ready? Here it comes... Wow, Glen! How long is it since you
last came? There's so much of it. And so thick. Don't swallow, Michael.
Let it slide inside your mouth. I want you to keep his semen on your
tongue and in your mouth until he has completely finished to come. I
want you to learn the taste of Glen. Every man is different. You must
not swallow like a machine. You must concentrate on the texture, the
smell and of course the taste. So, don't rush to swallow. Take your
time. Only thus can you really show proper respect to a grown-up man."

After Glen had come his penis had quickly lost its erection and
retracted back under his foreskin. I knew my duty was to clean it so I
pushed the foreskin back again and thoroughly licked his gland clean of
any trace of sperm.

I then sat back on the carpet, my legs still wide open and my hands out
of the way for their viewing pleasure, and I said: "Thank you Mr. Glen
for allowing me to further my education. This was a very valuable
lesson and I am very grateful to you. I hope I have been a good boy and
obedient enough for your taste."

"Yes you have, Michael. You are probably the most obedient little boy I
know. Your father can be proud of you.'

"Now, where's the pizza? I'm starving..."

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