Date: Wed, 10 Apr 2013 11:40:26 -0500
From: Frank Longbottom <fbottom1980@gmail.com>
Subject: My Son Kendell part 3

My Son Kendell, Part 3
Frank Longbottom
fbottom1980@gmail.com

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As I lay back on the couch, my son Kendell, aged 19, kneeling between my
legs, sucking my dick; Alex, his brother, aged 13, tongue shoved up
Kendell's sexy ass, I thought about what a lucky bastard I was.  Two
beautiful boys to play with as much as I wanted, and they were both my
sons!

As Alex replaced his tongue with his right hand and began to slowly slide
his fist and arm up my oldest son's pussy, I thought back to the first time
I had ever fucked Kendell.  It was one of the most memorable days of our
lives.

Kendell had been tasting my cock since he was 6.  One day, as I watched him
taking a bath, I thought, what the hell.  I reached into my robe and pulled
out my dick and started jacking it.  Kendell had seen me do this many
times, and he had even put his little hand on my dick from time to time,
but this would be a first.

He looked at me with such trusting eyes as I stroked my cock, and then he
said, "What are you doing, Daddy?"

"Getting ready for you, son," I replied.  He looked at me like he did not
understand, which I am sure he didn't.

I walked up to the edge of the tub and said, "Come here, son".  Kendell,
smiling, moved over to where I was standing.  I reached out and took hold
of his long, light brown hair, and pulled his head closer.

"Open your mouth for Daddy, Baby," I said. And, like the trusting little
boy he was, Kendell opened his mouth.

With one movement, I slipped my cock into his mouth.  He looked up at me
with a questioning look.

"Don't use your teeth, but move your head back and forth, like your sucking
a popsickle.  He nodded and began to suck.

It was amazing.  I face-fucked him a bit, forcing more and more of dick
into his mouth, and a couple of times, his eyes began to water.  But I
didnt want to hurt him, just teach him to enjoy his dad's dick.  When I
shot my load in his mouth, I instructed him to swallow it all, drink it
down like milk.  He was so cute swallowing my cum, while a little trickled
out of the corners of his mouth.

Thus began years and years of oral pleasure I derived from my son's mouth.
I wish I could count the number of times he sucked me off over the
years. He loved to blow me in the car, and many a trucker got a great view
as we drove by.  He would blow me on the way to his soccer games, and he
would invariably get out of my car with a little dribble of my cum on his
chin and a big smile on his face.

Though I enjoyed his mouth and his increasing oral skills, he was still too
little for me to move on to the next phase of his sexual education.  I
didn't want to hurt him too badly; after all, I loved my son.  On his
eleventh birthday, I advanced Kendell to the next sexual level.  His
birthday that year was on a Tuesday, so we had his party the weekend
before.  My wife and I had thrown a big blow-out for him at the local
sports complex, and then he had a sleepover with ten of his best friends.
It wasn't easy for me to slip in and get my nightly blowjob from him
without his friends seeing, but I did my best.  (Later, he told me his
friend Tanner had seen, and that led to a fun weekend a couple of months
later).

The following Tuesday, Kendell's eleventh birthday, I told my wife that I
was going to spend the day with Kendell and then take him to a professional
soccer game that evening.  I told her we were going to spend the night in a
hotel in the city, and then be back the next day.  As usual her attitude
was "who cares".  It never ceased to amaze me that I married this bitch,
but at least she gave me Kendell and Alex.

Kendell was thrilled to be going to the big city and to be seeing his first
professional soccer game.  When we got to the stadium, I bougth him a
jersey and some other souvenirs and we watched an amazing game.

As we arrived at the hotel, a beautiful, modern building in downtown,
Kendell was so excited.  We went upstairs and arrived in our room, a suite
on the top floor of the hotel, with views over the entire city.  Kendell's
mouth fell open as he looked out the huge floor-to-ceiling windows.

I laughed at his expression, and, before he could close his mouth, slipped
a couple of fingers in and he began to suck on them.  He giggled at that,
as he always did.

"Come on buddy," I said. "Need to get a shower and then we can order room
service".

Kendell nearly jumped out of his clothes at that suggestion and flew into
the shower.  I followed, thinking it was as good a time as any to start
getting him ready.

As he got the water all ready, I reached into my bag and took out my enema
kit, the one I had bought just for this occasion.  Before we got into the
shower, I explained what an enema was and that I was going to use it on
him.  By this time, Kendell was pretty relaxed and did pretty much whatever
I wanted him to do.  So, he allowed me to clean him out with the enema, and
did not complain once.  As I have often said, he was a really good boy.

After making sure he was completely cleaned out, we got into the shower and
I took my time washing my son's beautiful body.  Since he was eleven, he
had begun to develop a bit.  He stood about 4'9" and had an athletic build.
His little cocklet was barely 2 ½ inches when hard, but it was perfect
for me.  His shoulder-length hair had turned a bit darker in color, but was
still a light brown.  He had no hair on his body, and just a few freckles
on his shoulders, he was a beautiful boy, as people, men and women alike,
often told me.

I knelt down to "clean" his little dick and, when I turned him around and
bent him over against the shower wall, he gasped as I slid my tongue into
his beautiful boy ass.  He was thrilled with the feelings it gave him and
he could barely stand as I tongue fucked his pussy.

We finished showering and we dried each other off.  I carried my beautiful
boy to the king-sized bed in the bedroom and lay him down on it, so gently.
I gazed at his gorgeous body, and just the thought of what was about to
occur made me as hard as I have ever been.

"Baby," I said, "you and I are going to do something very special tonight."

Kendell looked at me and said, "Are you going to fuck me, Daddy?"

I was surprised; I didn't know that he had any idea what fucking was,
though I suppose since he had been sucking my dick for 5 years, he probably
knew far more than I realized.

"Yes, baby, I'm going to fuck you," I replied.

"Will it hurt?" Kendell asked, a little hesitantly.

"Yes, at first," I said.  I didn't want him to be surprised, but to be as
ready as possible.  "The key is to relax and to push out like you're taking
a crap.  The more tense you are, the more it will hurt, so just relax."

I bent over my prone son, and began to suck his little dicky.  Then I
kissed him, and gently licked all over his smooth body.  When I returned to
his dick, I sucked it a bit, then lifted his legs up and began to eat him
out some more.  He gasped and moaned and I could tell he loved this.

After a few minutes of rimming, I had him put his head in my lap and begin
to blow me.  After five years, he had become an expert cocksucker.  He used
his tongue and mouth so well, and he managed to get me as hard as I could
be.

While he was sucking, I slowly worked first one, then two, then finally
three fingers into his boyhole.  The first went in rather easily, but the
second was a bit more difficult, and the third was really tough.  As I
added each new finger, he would moan and grimace a bit, then relax.  By the
time I could move my third finger around pretty easily, I figured the time
had come.

I slipped my dick out of my son's mouth, and lay him back on the bed.  He
looked up at me with such trust in his eyes, it made me hard as a rock to
think I was about to fuck my little boy.

I lifted up his legs, exposing his beautiful boyhole in all its splendor.
I reminded him to relax, and I gently place the tip of my cock at his hole
and firmly pushed.

Kendell let out a slight yelp of pain and surprise as my cockhead passed
through his ass ring.  I just paused for a short time, letting him get used
to the feeling.  After a couple of minutes, I began pushing in some more.
Again, Kendell yelped and again I paused for a moment.  Eventually, after
about ten minutes, I had my cock firmly and fully inserted into my son's
ass.

I looked down at my boy's face, stained with tears, and smiled at him.
"It's all in," I said.  "Now comes the fun".

I began to withdraw my cock, the slip it back in.  Back and forth, in and
out, I began to fuck my son.

Kendell yelped each time I pushed my dick in, but that did not last too
long.  After a few minutes, he began to stop yelping and to start moaning
with pleasure.  As I fucked him harder and longer, I rubbed against his
prostate moreand more and he started to writhe around in pleasure.

I fucked Kendell on his back, then moved him to his hands and knees and
fucked him doggy-style.  This let me fuck him even harder and deeper and he
began to really get into the fucking, pushing his ass back against me to
force my dick ever deeper into his beautiful boypussy.

Finally, when I could take it no more, I exploded in my son's ass.  I bred
him like a little slut and he loved every moment of it.

"It did hurt, Daddy," Kendell said, after we caught our breath.  "But it
felt really good, too.  And, I can feel your cum leaking out of me!"

I laughed and reached behind him, scooping up a dollup of the cum, and fed
it to my son, who licked it off my hand eagerly.

Needless to say, after we rested for a few minutes, I fucked him again.
This time, I fucked him right in front of the huge picture windows looking
out over the city.  It turned me on more than I could say at the thought of
some unsuspecting housewife, or family, or small boy, looking out the
window and seeing my son, pressed against the window, as his father pounded
his little hole.

We fucked twice in the morning, before we left for home.  As we closed the
door on our beautiful hotel, my son reached up and took my hand and said,
"This was the best birthday ever, Daddy".  I couldnt help but smile.

As the years went by, I fucked Kendell almost every day.  Sometimes, I
fucked him more than once.  We fucked in every conceivable position, and
nearly every place that we could.  I loved to fuck him before a soccer
game, knowing that my cum was leaking out of his ass as he ran around
kicking the ball.

I even fucked him one Sunday before Mass started, as he was dressed up as
an altar boy.  I think Father Roger knew what was happening, because he
kept Kendell a few minutes longer after Mass than usual and Kendell walked
a little funny as he left the church.  But, I figured, if Kendell was okay
with it, so was I.

No matter how often I fucked my son, though, I never forgot the first time.
Right before he left home for college, I took him back to the city, to see
a professional soccer game, to stay in the same hotel, in the same suite,
and to fuck in the same bed.  Alex was a little jealous, but his time would
come.