Date: Tue, 07 Aug 2001 16:01:26 -0400 From: Lee Schenk Subject: My Tim - Chapter 5 (M/B oral, rim) My Tim The following is the fifth chapter of "My Tim." The story is completely fictional and contains explicit descriptions of sexual activity between a father and his young son. The story contains no violence, and all sexual activity is with the complete consent of all the persons involved. Anyone who is offended or otherwise disgusted by this kind of material should read no further. The author welcomes any comments about this story or his writing style. However, if all you want is to condemn me, don't bother. I ask you why are you in Nifty and this particular story area if you aren't interested yourself? So forget the flames. However, constructive suggestions are welcome. Send to: Lee at jlee0442@hotmail.com Chapter 5 After a late breakfast of eggs, pancakes, and sausage, Tim went outside to play and I went to my office to get some work done. I found it impossible to work. Last night and this morning kept playing over and over in my mind. I felt incredible joy, but I also felt much anxiety. What would Greg decide? If he and I were to make it together, he would have to know about Tim and me. Not only would he have to know, but he'd have to realize that as long as Tim wanted to love me sexually, I not only would but also wanted to continue that aspect of our love. Could he accept that? Could he be a part of that? Could I even tell him? I loved Greg, but I loved Tim more and always would. Greg usually called around lunch. I wondered what I would say to him. Unfortunately I never had to decide because no call came that noon. I tried to tell myself he was just too busy and would stop by after work. Often he had supper with us. Now that it was cooler, we didn't swim, but usually took a hike together with Tim. The woods were beautiful this time of year! Fall was my favorite season in Tennessee. Supper came and went, but no Greg. I was concerned and fearful that I wouldn't hear from him again. This surprised me since I thought his love for me would at least ensure we'd talk about what happened and what it would mean for us. After supper, Tim and I went out to enjoy the pleasant evening. Tim played with his cars while I sat in the swing. Lost in thought, I heard concern in my son's voice, "Daddy, are you unhappy?" "Yes, Tim, I am." "Did I do something bad?" "Come here, my little love, and sit on Daddy's lap." Tim hurried and jumped on my lap and hugged me tight. I felt so badly that, lost in my own problems, I'd made my son anxious. "Tim, you absolutely have not done anything bad. You have not made me unhappy. I'm so sorry I've worried you. Daddy hasn't been paying much attention to you has he, my little love?" "I don't want you to be unhappy, Daddy." "I know, Tim, and I don't want you to be unhappy. Daddy's worried about Greg. He hasn't called today and he didn't come by after work." "Daddy, is Greg okay? I like Greg a lot." "I know you do, my little love, and I like him a lot too. Yes, I think Greg is okay. I hope he is anyway. He just has some things to work out and it's probably taking him longer than I thought it would." "Daddy, what does Greg have to work out?" "Tim, when you came in my room and saw Daddy sucking Greg's cock, that upset Greg. He really likes you and was afraid it would bother you to see us that. After I got you back to bed, Greg and I talked about it. Afterwards Greg wanted to close the door and lock it so we could continue with our love games. I told him that we could close and lock the door just that once, but that I would never do that again. My door is always open to you, Tim, and I never want to have locked doors between us. Greg is not sure he can agree with that." "Why does Greg want to lock me out, Daddy?" Tim looked up at me and I could see tears brimming in his blue eyes. I hugged my boy tightly. "Oh, babe, he doesn't really want to lock you out. He's worried that you will see us making love. Remember I told you we should never tell anyone about the love games we play. Lots of people feel that when people make love, no one else should see it, especially young children." "Oh," Tim said, obviously confused. How could I make Tim understand this without making him feel we were wrong in what we share? No matter how I tried, it seemed to be impossible to protect my sweet boy from society's prejudices. "Tim, Greg has to decide whether he can agree with leaving the doors open and unlocked and take the chance that you will see us again. He has to work this out." "But, Daddy, if Greg wants you can shut the door and lock it. I will know then that Greg doesn't want me to come in. I don't care. I just want you to be happy." "My little love, you are so sweet." I kissed his tow-head, grateful that God blessed me with such a tender-hearted son. "Daddy appreciates that you are willing to do that, but we will have no locked doors in this house. You and I will never have locked doors between us, Tim. We can share everything we want and we can talk about anything and you can ask any questions and I'll answer truthfully." Tim thought, pondering all I'd said to him. "Maybe you don't have to lock them. Maybe you could just close them just a little sometimes." "I'll have to think about that one, Tim. I just do not want you to think that there is something wrong about what you and I do or about what Greg and I do. Sex is a beautiful thing when the people who share it are in love. I always want you to remember that." "I promise I'll remember, Daddy." "And I promise I won't be sad anymore tonight. What do you want to do?" Tim looked up at me with a wicked grin, "We could cock suck some more and you could kiss my bottom. I really liked that." "Hey, my little sex fiend, we can do that later. At this moment that is not one of the choices." "Well, how about we play some Go Fish?" "Okay," I said as we got up and headed into the house, "you get the cards and I'll get us something to drink." Tim beat me three games and loved it. Finally I threw up my hands in surrender, "That's it! I'm done with Go Fish. You are the Champ of the World." "Hooray," Tim shouted and danced around waving his arms in the air. "I'm the Champ! I'm the Go Fish Champ of the World!" I scooped him up and headed for the family room. "Okay, Champ. Do you want to watch a movie or read a book?" "A book! A book!" he giggled as I tickled his ribs. "Read Charlotte's Web." Tim wiggled out of my arms and ran to get the book. We settled on the couch with Tim leaning against me his hand resting on my thigh. "Let's see what Wilbur is up to." "Wilbur is some pig." "He certainly is. And Charlotte is some spider." "I wish all spiders was like Charlotte." "Maybe they are, but we don't know because we aren't pigs." "Daddy, you're silly. Read the book now." Tim pushed the book open and pointed to the first line. We lost ourselves in the adventures of Wilbur, Fern, and Charlotte-"You shall not die," said Charlotte briskly..."Who's going to save me?"..."I am."..."Stop your crying! I can't stand hysterics."-I closed the book at the end of chapter 7. "Okay, young man, time for a bath and bed. You have kindergarten tomorrow, you know." "Read some more, please, Daddy. My kindergarten isn't until after lunch." "I don't care when it is. You need to get to bed, so no more Charlotte and no more Wilbur until tomorrow." I picked him up and headed for the bathroom, tickling his ribs as we went. "Daddy," Tim giggled as he squirmed in my arms, "Stop." "Okay, worm, I'll stop before you wiggle out of my arms and fall on the floor." I set Tim down and told him to get undressed while I started his bath water. "You get undressed too, Daddy," Tim grinned with a wicked gleam in his eye. "Why should I get undressed?" I pretended ignorance. "Well, you're dirty too and you got to be clean." "Why do I have to be clean, Tim, my boy?" I teased. "You know, Daddy. So we can cock suck and kiss bottoms in bed." "Oh, are you saying you want to suck my cock and kiss my bottom? I'm shocked!" "Daddy, you're so funny. You know you said we could cock suck later. Well it's later now. And I want to kiss your bottom like you kissed mine this morning. Can I do that, please?" "Oh, my sweet, sweet Tim, Daddy's just teasing you. I want very much for me to love you and you to love me!" I murmured as I hugged my naked little boy close. "Do you want to sleep all night with Daddy in his big bed?" "Can I?" His blue eyes were big as saucers. "I think that would be just the thing so we could cock suck and lick bottoms for a long time." "Yeah!" he bounced up and down in joy, his flaccid little peter flopping around. "Okay, in the tub with you and I'll get undressed and join you. We can both wash each other," I said as I stripped off my pants and underwear. "Ooh, Daddy, your dicky looks real dirty. I got to wash it a lot." "You're not kidding me, my little sex fiend. You just want to play with Daddy's penis." Tim giggled, "Well, you want to play with mine too." "You are so right, Timothy Clinton Moore. I sure do want to get my hands on that little dick of yours. I guess that makes us both sex fiends." We got in the tub with Tim facing me. Taking the soap, we lathered each other's fronts up. Then rub-a-dub-dub two sex fiends in the tub, we made sure each other's dick and balls were real clean while we gently kissed. My cock was rock hard. God, Tim, knew just how to light my fire. Amazing that a little 5 year-old just with his hands could bring me to such levels of joy and lust. We splashed water over each other to get rid of the soap. Then Tim stood up, turned around, spread his legs, and bent over. His little rosebud winked at me and I involuntarily licked my lips. Tim peeked through his spread legs and said, "Now wash my bottom, Daddy, so it will be real clean when you kiss it." I needed no more encouragement. I got my hands soapy and began to wash his tender hole. Round and round my forefinger grazed his ass ring. Tim leaned forward his hands resting on the tub. I used my other hand to gently stroke his rock hard peter. I washed all up and down his crack always coming back to his hole. I gently pressed so just the tip of my finger went in and then took it right out. Someday if things continued he'll invite me to do more, but for now I'd be content with rimming my sweet angel and tongue fucking him. I rinsed his bottom good and stood him up. "How's that, Tim?" "That felt good, Daddy. Do you think it's clean enough? You can wash it some more maybe." "Oh, you like Daddy to play with your ass hole?" "Yeah, it's nice." "Well, why don't we finish here and get dried off and then I can do it some more in my bed with my tongue." "Yeah! But first you have to get your bottom washed." I stood up and turned around, bending over and spreading my legs." "Your bottom's hairy, Daddy. I like it." "Are you going to look at it or are you going to wash it? I can't stay in this position forever, kiddo." "Okay, okay." Tim soaped up his hands and followed what I'd done to him. Damn, when he touched my hole with his little fingers, I thought I was going to shoot a load right there and then. I haven't said this before, but I'm basically a bottom and loved to be fucked. My ass is very sensitive and the least bit of ass play gets me ready to be mounted. I knew after Tim went to sleep later that night, I'd have to sneak out and work on my hole with the dildo I kept in my nightstand. Right at that moment I concentrated on not blowing my hot cum all over the bathroom. "Okay, sport, that's clean enough. If you don't stop washing my ass, I'm going to shoot my cum and I know you don't want that unless it's in your mouth. Right, kiddo?" Tim stopped washing and splashed water on my soapy ass. "Right! Let's get dry now, Daddy." Tim hopped out of the tub and quickly grabbed a towel. As usual he took a few swipes and bounded out of the bathroom. "Stop right there, sport!" I snapped. "Get back in here and do the job right. I don't want my bed all wet." "Okay," he groaned. "But hurry, Daddy, I want to cock suck now." I hurredly rubbed him down and had him brush his teeth while I finished toweling off. "Now go turn back the covers and get in bed while I brush my teeth." Tim scurried off to my bedroom. I was just rinsing out my mouth when I heard him yell disgustedly, "Dad, hurry up!!" In the doorway I spotted my sweet naked son plopped on the bed with his little prick hard as a rock and pointing to the ceiling. "MMMMmmm, what's that naked morsel laying on my bed. He looks good enough to eat." I walked in an exaggerated monster walk to the side of the bed. Tim giggled delightedly. "Shall I eat this naked boy all up." "Yes, yes! Eat me up, Daddy! Eat me all up now!" Tim squealed. Man, did I eat him up! I licked him all over and sucked and tongued every inch of my delectable son. I even sucked his little toes and licked his feet, which sent him into gales of laughter. When I got between his legs, he spread them wide and lifted his hairless bottom off the bed so I could tongue his hole, and I didn't disappoint him. I lapped at his tender rosebud for nearly 5 minutes. I pulled up and kissed him deeply, rolling over and pulling him on top of me while my tongue was buried in his mouth. "Tim," I said breathlessly as I broke our kiss, "I want you to do something for Daddy." "Okay," Tim agreed without even knowing what I wanted. His trust was so pure he knew I would never do anything to hurt him. "Let Daddy scoot up with his head on the pillow. Then I want you to straddle my head, hold on to the headboard and sit on Daddy's face. Then Daddy can eat your sweet bottom real good. Will you do that, sweetheart?" "Yeah! He eagerly agreed. When he was in position, I took both his little butt cheeks in my hands and lowered him on my face. I used my tongue to wash his hole good and began to slowly stick my tongue as far up his ass as I could while I pumped his bottom up and down on my face. Tim moaned with joy as I worked his tiny hole. He pushed his bottom hard against my face trying to get more of my tongue in his love canal. "Oh, Daddy, ooooh, oooooohhh, Daddy," he moaned. I tongued harder and felt his body tense. I knew his orgasm was near so I moved his hips and swallowed his swollen dick and tiny hairless balls. His body shook violently for several seconds and then he collapsed on me. I pulled his body down on my chest and held him tightly. He was exhausted from the intensity of his orgasm. Soon I felt him relax completely and fall into a deep sleep. My boy slept like an angel, but my cock was raging and my ass need some action. Slowly I eased Tim down on the bed. Once out of bed, I opened the nightstand drawer, grabbed my dildo and some lube, and headed for the back porch. On the lounge I spread my legs and lubed my hot ass and the dildo. Then I worked it slowly into my hungry hole until I felt it as deep as it would go. Pumping slowly at first, making sure the head of the dildo raked against my prostate on each in and out move, I picked up speed and gave myself a first class ass fucking. I threw my head back and pumped my hand like a madman, plowing my hot hole. I moaned like a cheap whore while I fucked myself, calling Tim's name and Greg's name over and over. How I loved them both. How I wanted to be loved by both of them. I imagined Greg was fucking my ass while Tim rode my face with his sweet bottom, my tongue deep inside him. With a mighty lunge and a lusty yell, I buried the dildo in my ass and shot hot cum all over my chest, face, and the lounge chair. God, what a fucking mess, but what a hot time! I scooped up gobs of cum and licked it off my fingers, leaving my ass impaled on the dildo. I didn't want to lose that feeling of being totally filled. I lay there thinking of Tim and of Greg. How will this play out I wondered. Tears filled my eyes. I loved them both so much, but I wasn't sure I could have them both.