Date: Thu, 16 Aug 2001 13:40:38 -0400 From: Lee Schenk Subject: My Tim Chapter 6 (M/M/B - oral) My Tim The following is the sixth 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 6 I awoke around 6 the next morning. After disentangling myself from my 5-year-old octopus, I eased myself out of bed. I glanced down at my sleeping angel, his white blond hair a halo around his head, and I thanked God for giving me the love of my life. Quietly I tugged on a pair of shorts and headed for my office. Tim never woke up early. How I was ever going to get him up and ready to go to first grade next year was a mystery I'd soon have to solve. Yet, for now his blurry-eyed late wakings could go on, and I could get some long overdue work done. Before I settled in at my desk, I mixed up some muffins and had them ready to put in the oven when Tim finally made the morning scene. I also made a pot of strong coffee to help me focus on my task. Later I heard little feet padding down the hall and what sounded like soft crying. I looked at the clock and saw it was nearly 8:30. I started to get up and head toward the sound when my naked son stumbled into the room, rubbing tears from his eyes. "What's the matter, my little love?" I asked Tim as I hugged him to me. "Why so unhappy this morning?" "Daddy," Tim looked up at me with his tear-streaked face, "I didn't cock suck you last night." "That's no reason to be sad, Tim. You were so tired after Daddy sucked your cock that you went to sleep." "But I wanted to, Daddy." "I know, Tim buddy, but last night you tasted so sweet that Daddy just had to eat you up. I love to make you feel good and I think I did a good job last night, my little love." "Daddy, you did too good," Tim looked at me sternly. "I like to taste you too and make you feel good." "I know you do, son." "You got to promise to stop your cock suck next time before I shake all over so I can do you." "I promise, Tim, from now on we'll take turns so both of us can feel the best." "I love you, Daddy!" "And I love you too, my little love, so very, very much!" I hugged Tim tightly, kissing his tow-head. "Daddy?" Tim looked up at me. I could see the mischief in his eyes. "What is it, you little devil?" I asked suspiciously. "Well, I could make you feel good now." "What do you mean?" I pretended I didn't know what he was talking about. "I could cock suck you now." "How about some breakfast first?" "Well, I could have cream for breakfast if I cock suck you." "You are a little sex fiend, aren't you, my little love?" Tim grinned at me as he put his little hand on my swelling crotch. "None of that now, Tim, my boy," I brushed his hand away, stood up, grabbed him with one arm around his middle and carried him toward the kitchen. "No cock for you until you have some real breakfast." Tim giggled, "After breakfast can I have some cock?" "We'll talk about it after muffins and eggs and milk. After all that you may be too full for cream." "Oh, no I won't," Tim laughed as I sat him down on the kitchen counter. "I always got room for your cream." "I bet you do, my precious cock-sucker," I reached over and tickled his little penis. "And I like this pitiful little worm of a dick you have. But breakfast first." "Okay, Daddy, but you're my dessert." I put the muffin pan in the heated over and set the timer. "Whoever heard of dessert with breakfast?" "I did," Tim squealed. "I just made it up now. Breakfast and then cock suck for dessert! Yum, yum." Before long we were sitting down to a hot muffins and eggs. Tim has always been a good eater and he scarfed down 2 muffins and a big helping of eggs. "Are you full yet, champ? How about another muffin?" "Nope! I want cock, I want cock," he chanted as he pounded his fork on the table. "Oh, so you're still determined to have dessert with breakfast, huh?" "Yep!" "Okay, so be it." I cleared his plate, silverware and glass away. "but you have to eat at the table." I pushed my shorts down, stepped out of them and then straddled Tim in his chair, resting my bare ass on the table. My flaccid penis was just at face level. "Okay, here's your dessert, Tim. But you're going have to make it hot if you want cream." "That's easy," Tim laughed as he took my dick in his right hand. He leaned in and licked my cock head with his tongue, and sure enough my cock immediately started to inflate. Did this boy know his old dad? "See," Tim bragged, "it's easy to get it hot, Daddy. I think you're a sex fiend too." "Tim, my little love, you are so right. Now quit talking and suck on Daddy's dick. I'm going to give you a big serving of cream this morning." Tim quickly worked his magic, making young love to my hot cock, licking, sucking, kissing, jacking, using his hands and mouth on my cock and balls like a dedicated cock-sucker. And that's exactly what my little love was. Only 5-years-old and addicted to cock. And he was all mine. As I got close, I stopped stroking his face and took his head in both my hands. "I'm getting close, my little love," I hissed as I gently fucked his sweet face. Tim immediately increased his tongue, mouth, and hand action. "Ohhh, fuck, Timmy, baby, hear it comes." I cried as Tim moaned on my rigid cock. "Yessss, take it, babe, take Daddy's cum." And I shot my wad in his eager little mouth. Tim stayed on my dick swallowing as fast as he could like the hungry little cum sucker he was. Jesus, my orgasm was intense. Getting blown on the breakfast table was new to us, but it was fucking hot. Tim milked my cock with one hand while he used his other on my balls. He wanted every drop of my cum he could coax out of my balls. When he could get no more out of my hose, Tim took it from his mouth and used his tongue to capture the few drops that had leaked out. "Oh, Daddy, it tastes good. I like dessert for breakfast." "And Daddy loves feeding it to you," I leaned down and kissed my lover, tasting the residue of my sperm in him mouth. "Now you have dessert, Daddy." Tim urged as he stood up, trying to get up on the table. His sweet peter was rock hard and looked so inviting. "Oh, no, you don't, Tim. We do that now and you'll be back asleep. Now it's time to get dressed. Then we have some work to do on your letters before you head out to school. What would you tell your teacher if you don't have your lesson done?" "Mmmm, let's see," Tim teased. "I could say I couldn't do my letters cause my Dad cock sucked me too much." "I'd love to see the look on her face if you said that." We both laughed out loud at that mental picture. "But I think maybe we just better keep that to ourselves, right, champ?" "I know, Daddy." Tim said seriously. "Only you and me know about our sex games. Don't worry." "That's my sweet boy. Now let's get dressed and work on those letters." After I got Tim on the bus for kindergarten, I continued working. Shortly before 2 I was interrupted by a knock at the front door. I grabbed a shirt and threw it on as I went to see who it was. When I opened the door, there stood Greg. "Greg," I said, "Come in. I've missed you." "I've missed you too, Jim, so much," Greg murmured as he walked by me, not looking me in the eye. "Tim and I hoped you'd come by yesterday." I started to say "or call", but decided not to. I didn't want to sound critical. It was obvious to me that Greg was very upset. "I have to talk to you, Jim." "And I want to talk to you too, Greg. Sit down and I'll get us something to drink." "No...no, I don't want anything. Jim, sit down with me and let me get this off my chest." "It sounds grim, babe. You're scaring me." "Jim," Greg took my hands and for the first time looked me in the eye. I could see tears welling up. He swallowed nervously and looked away. "Oh, Jim, I love you so much, and I want you so much." "Greg, that's wonderful. I feel the same about you. I knew nothing could touch that." I reached out to hug my lover. "But, Jim, wait." Greg pushed my arms away. "There's more. I couldn't live with myself if I wasn't honest with you." "And I always will be honest with you, Greg. That's what love is all about." Greg took my hands in his and looked at me deeply, "Oh, Jim, I hope your love is strong. But after what I have to say, I wouldn't blame you if you hated me." "What is it, Greg? Tell me what's hurting you." I hugged him too me, and he started to cry softly. "I am hurting, Jim, and so confused. That's why I didn't come over or call yesterday. I just had to try to sort my feelings out." "Tell me, babe. Just tell me. There's nothing we can't work out." Greg stood up and began to pace. "You know the other night when we were making love and Tim saw us?" "Yes, I know that upset you." "Well, it wasn't just because of worrying about Tim. It was that, of course, but it was more." "Greg, sit down and tell me. Let me know just what it is that troubles you so deeply. You will find me very understanding." Greg took a deep breath to steady his nerves. "Jim, when I looked up and saw Tim standing there watching you suck my cock. At first I was shocked, but then I saw him with his little dick rock hard and playing with himself." He looked down and hesitated. "Go on, Greg. What about Tim masturbating?" "Jim, I'm so ashamed." "Ashamed of what, Greg. You did nothing wrong." "But that's just it, Jim. I wanted to. When I saw Tim standing there, he looked so beautiful. For a moment I wanted more than anything to take his dick in my mouth and suck it while you sucked me. Jim, I'm so sorry." I took Greg's chin in my hand and forced him to look at me. "Greg, that is nothing to be ashamed of. Tim is a beautiful boy. Both you and I are gay. Why shouldn't you find him sexually attractive. I do." "Jim, it's not just that. I haven't been able to get the picture of him erect and jerking off out of my mind." Greg stood and walked away keeping his back to me. "I can't come here any more, Jim. I'm afraid what I might do. You're so open with Tim. And I know he'll see us again...and I'll see him. And, Jim, I know I will want him. I'll want him, and I don't know if I can keep myself from abusing him." "First of all, Greg, I need to know one thing." "What's that?" "How do you feel about Tim...I mean down deep?" Greg turned, came back, and sat down beside me. "Jim, I love him, and I don't want to do anything that would hurt the little guy. That's why I'm telling you this. I want to protect your son." "Greg, love is not abuse." "Huh?" Greg looked at me in confusion. "You said you loved Tim. Love is not abuse! If you do something in love, you or me, it is not abuse. Love makes people happy. When you and I make love, I'm so happy. Even when we just sit and talk or fish or hike. Just whenever we're together, I'm happy." "Oh, lover, you know I feel the same way, but we're not talking about you and me. We're talking about Tim, a 5 year-old boy." "Yes, I know we are, Greg. We're talking about 5 year-old, but that 5 year-old is a sexual being who loves me...and loves you." "What do you mean?" "Greg, do you think most boys that age would get an erection when they saw what we were doing?" "I don't know. I never thought about it." "Greg, Tim got a hard on because he was sexually aroused by what he saw. Tim has always been attracted to penises as far back as I can remember. He was always trying to see and touch mine. When we went in public rest rooms, he'd try to look at dicks while the men pissed. Cocks fascinate him. "Now, I'm going to trust you with our secret, and I hope you love me as much as you say. Greg, Tim and I have been having sex since he was 3. Oh, I don't mean sex like you and me, but masturbating each other." "You and Tim?" The look on Greg's face told me what I was saying was finally beginning to sink in. "I finally gave in and let him play with my dick, and I played with his. Sometimes in bed, sometimes watching TV, sometimes outside, actually whenever Tim initiated it. I've always let him take the lead." "Tim jacked you off. Did he see you cum?" I could see Greg was very interested, not at all put off as I feared he might be. "Oh, yes, he's a great little wanker and has learned over the years to love my cum. But until he saw us having oral sex, we had never done that." Greg's eyes got big. "Are you saying you've done it now?" "Yes, my lover, Tim is now a little cocksucker as well as an expert wanker. And God help me, he loves to be rimmed as well. That I couldn't keep myself from doing." "Aw, Jesus, Jim, that is so hot! Tim sucking your cock!!" "Yes," I laughed and squeezed his obvious erection, "I can see you like that mental image. I may just have to do something about that. Or would you rather wait for Tim." "Shit, Jim, do you fucking mean it? You'd let Tim suck my cock?" "I can't give that consent, Greg. That will be Tim's decision. He would have to decide about what he does to you or lets you do to him. I have never forced him to do anything sexual he didn't want to do or ask to do. However, he's been very interested in that big cock of yours from the first day you came here." Greg backed off. "Jim, I'm sorry. You must think I'm a sicko. See what I told you. I can't help myself. The thought of sex with that sweet angel just sets me on fire." I pulled Greg to me and kissed him hard, my tongue prodding his mouth, trying to snake down his throat. "Well, sicko," I said unzipping his pants. "Let's just cool you down a bit. Tim can't have you to himself, and I sure am hungry for that big cock of yours." "Yeah, Jim. I missed you, hon, and your talented mouth. Suck my cock. Make me cum hard!" "I'll take care of you now, and then I've got a plan to see if we can get Tim interested when he gets home." "Oh, hon, you are bad," Jim sighed as I took his cock deep in my throat, "and oh so fucking good! Suck it, hon, suck my big fucking cock." And suck it I did. I made him stand up and take his pants off. When he was naked from the waist down, I chowed down big time on his hot dick. Jim leaked precum like a son of a bitch, and I drank all that honey right down. Fuck, I was starving for his cream. I ran my hands all over his hairy thighs and buttocks and up under his shirt, tugging at his nips. "Fuck, yeah, hon. Do me good! Suck me dry!!" Knowing my man, I got my middle finger wet and slammed it up his ass. Greg grabbed my head forcing his big cock all the way down my eager throat. "Fucking A, Jim. Yeah, ram my hole with that finger. Make me shoot, hon. I got a big fucking load for you!" "Mmrrghhh." I moaned loudly. It's pretty damn hard to talk with a mouth full of 7 1/2 inches of man meat, but I sucked harder as I raked my finger over and over across his prostate. Greg didn't disappoint me. With a lusty yell I felt his spooge shoot up and out of that hot shaft. I pulled back so I could take it in my mouth and taste my man's love. Once I'd completely drained his hairy balls, Greg forced me back on the couch and lay on top of me. Gluing his mouth to mine, he kissed me fiercely, his tongue ferreting out any cream left in my mouth. "Now you, hon. Now let Greggy suck that hot cock of yours and drink your sweet cum. I'm so fucking hungry for you, man. I need your load so bad!" Both of us hurried to get my pants off. Then with my cock throbbing free of the confines of my shorts, Greg devoured my dick. I lay back and let him work his magic-and magic is the only way to describe his mouth. Too soon he had me writhing on the couch while he slurped every drop of my cum.