Date: Sun, 16 Sep 2007 13:50:06 -0700 (PDT) From: Derek Murphy Subject: Neal and His Son Neal and His Son M/b, incest. This story is definitely fiction. If it sounds like a true story, it's a coincidence because it's not. I don't condone the actions in this story, and neither should you. It's all fantasy, and laws can't forbid us from having such fantasies. Please email me, derekmurphystory@yahoo.com with questions or comments. I will ignore anyone who passes moral judgment on myself. P.S. Everyone should donate to Nifty for providing such an amazing, unbeatable service. His little tongue swirled at the slit of my cock as I stroked the curls of his blond hair. With some fatherly encouragement, Derek usually can handle my seven-and-a-half incher down in his throat, but I wasn't in a rush to get off this time. I just wanted to relax and enjoy my son tonight. He had in him only the head of my dick, but it was still a mouthful. He must have swallowed a few drops of my precum already; god knows I've produced a bunch at this point. He barely used his hands, just his lips suctioned tightly over my whole mushroom tip. "You're making daddy feel really good," I cooed. I don't even know if he heard me because his full concentration was on his daddycock in his tiny, wet mouth. If someone could have captured the position in a photograph, you wouldn't need to read the rest of the story. I was slouching on the loveseat in our living room, shirt-and-tie still on, underwear and pants, long gone. Derek, still in his Finding Nemo `roos, and nothing else, kneeled on the carpet between my sprawled hairy legs. His face looked glued to my cock as he slightly bobbed his head on it. I enjoyed my son's subtle action and stretched back with my arms clasped behind my neck. I should have taken off my shirt-and-tie at that point, so I can enjoy my son in full nudity, but I was too caught up in his full control of my cock, Besides, I knew where my load would end up that night. "You like making daddy feel good, Der?" I asked. He heard me this time and answered yes with a mouthful of dickhead. Derek and I love pleasuring each other. I knew as I entered the house after work that he planned on pleasuring daddy tonight. I could tell from his frisky behavior, his extra hugs-and-kisses, his not wanting to leave my side all early evening. Linda, my deceased wife's sister, watched Derek at our house that day. I usually pick him up from her and Dave's house, but his family visited and she wanted any excuse to leave their home. When I entered the front door he ran right up to me and jumped high so I could catch him. "What are you doing in your underwear, Derek? It's only five-thirty." I scooted him up so we were face to face, my hands firmly pressed against his tiny boybutt. "He insisted on bathing as soon as I picked him up from school. He didn't want to wear anything else. I don't blame him, it's another record breaking heatwave out there," Linda puffed her cigarette. "I didn't see you all day and I didn't want to waste a minute, no, a second of our time together on taking a bath." He said right before he kissed my cheek. To Linda, this was innocent father-and-son behavior, probably not dissimilar to how Dave and Brodie act around each other. However, if Linda hadn't been there, my and Derek's actions would be far from innocent. If Linda hadn't been there, I would have exchanged my son's peck at my cheek with a tongue-probing of his tiny tonsils. One of my son's many requests that we do is kissing. I think he loves the feel of my stubble scratching the side of his smooth cheeks. If Linda hadn't been at our house, my hands would not have been holding my son's boybutt to keep him up on me, but rather a finger firmly lodged in his little hole would have. Stop thinking about this, I thought, I don't want Linda to see my growing erection. "Do you want to stay for dinner?" I asked, hoping she would refuse. "No, I can't. I have about thirty million things to do in the Carter household. I swear, Neal, she is the craziest, nuttiest woman alive. She hates how the house is decorated. She actually took down the painting Patty (her sister, my son's mother) made for my wedding because she thought it immoral. Oh, and she went ahead and bought whole milk and dumped all the soymilk down the drain. `That's hippy stuff,' she said. Oh shit, that's Dave now. Hello? Are you kidding me? I better get going. I'll see you Monday, bright and early, okay Derek? Bye, Neal." She left the house and Derek and I watched as her Prius glided towards the horizon. We were alone and I knew my boy wanted some intimacy. He kept rubbing his face on my face to feel the five o'clock shadow on his skin. It reminded me of a cat marking his territory. "When will I grow hair like this on my face?" He asked. "I don't know. You shouldn't worry about that now; you're only five years old," I came in for a kiss. "SIX. You don't remember, I turned six. Remember, my birthday is July 10!" "You're right, honey. You are six. You're six years old. A big boy now, huh?" Derek wasn't actually big. He's comparable to his classmates, not the shortest kid, not the tallest, definitely not the fattest. He hardly has an ounce of fat on him too. He definitely eats, but fortunately he doesn't care too much for sweets, which is great because he has the whitest, tiniest set of teeth. He definitely adopted some features from his mother. He has her curly blond hair that sits on top of his waif-like face. Like his mother, his eyes burst with the most emerald of greens. "I had the bestest birthday ever." I couldn't believe he is actually six-years old. I couldn't believe he already finished his kindergarten year. "So, are you sorry that you said I was five years old" "Yes, I'm very sorry. Cross my heart. Now, do I get a kiss?" "What kind of kiss?" He whispers in my ear. His boybreath sent chills down my spine and made my already hard erection even harder. I knew Derek had an erection too. As I held him as I stood, I could feel his two-inch boner rubbing against his briefs on to my upper belly. "What kind of kiss are you offering, Der?" I ask him. He pecked me on the cheek and laughed. "Well, that kiss was just perfect. Anything you give daddy is going to be the best." "Well, I know a better type of kiss that I can give you," his devious voice turned me on. He leaned forward and forced my mouth open. The tyke's tongue exploring my mouth. He can't quite reach the throat like I do with him, but that didn't prevent him from trying. He probed me and I let him. I let him explore as much as he wants, satisfying his curious hunger. I don't know why, but I swear a boy's lips and tongue tastes sweeter than a man's or a woman's. I did some exploring of my own as I stroke his little erection with a couple fingers. Only Disney decorated cotton separates my coarse fingers from his smooth cocklet. "Is what I'm doing okay, Derek? I don't want to ever do anything you don't want to." "You're silly, Daddy. I love doing this more than you do." "Nu-uh," I teased him. "I love doing this more than you do" "Daddy, we're equal!" Derek has always championed for equality and fairness. He went back to kissing me. Sometimes I wish I could get out of my body and watch this from the side. Imagine, me, almost 6' tall, dark hair, fit businessman French kissing a boy of only six years old. Not just a boy, his own son, who wears nothing but little underwear that would give a pedo an erection just to touch. The size difference is amazing. I carried my boy to the living room where the two of us could be more comfortable. I sprawled my self sitting on the small couch when my son made the request. "Can I kiss him daddy?" He pointed to raging hardon. "You don't have to ask Derek, you can do anything you want to when it comes to our games. You know our only rule, you have to want to do it." Like an expert he kissed my neck and ear as he unclasped my belt. My cell phone rang. It was Dave. I don't answer, I let my son continue his journey to my cock. It's very rare I initiate any of our "sexy games." I never need to. Derek's usually the one that hints at wanting to play our games. For the most part, I don't refuse? How can I? Could you? I even remember this one time before he started kindergarten when we went shopping for his school clothes. Derek is a particular kid with what he wears and he has to try everything on before he decides if he likes it or not. We went to a Mervyn's type of store and we had a big basket full of clothes. He wanted to me to help him get ready and of course I oblige- He would take forever in there on his own. When we entered I started to unbutton his khaki shorts but he slapped my hand. "I want to take it off for you, Daddy" he insisted. He did an awkward dance in the tiny dressing room removing his shorts slowly. I wondered where learn to do something like this? He kicked his shorts off, and in pure strip-tease mode, revealed the crack of his tiny butt. The crack was just that, a tiny space between two white mounds. Of course, I was turned on by this point, not knowing where this would lead. I had some ideas, but inside a Mervyn's dressing room. Fortunately, they only had about two or three employees and hardly any customers at all. And then in one swoop, the Power Rangers underoos came off and landed in my hand. "Daddy," he whispered, "can you kiss me down there?" He pointed at his butt. I wanted to, but I encouraged him that we should wait until we get home. "Daddy, I want to right now. I like when you kiss me down there." How could have I resisted his requests. "But we'll make too much noise." He promised he wouldn't. What the hell, I thought. How hot would this be? No one will suspect. The cashier is the one that had to let us in the dressing room and she went way back to the other side. "Okay, Derek, but only if you don't make noise. I had him on all fours in the bench and without a second wasted dived into his little buttcrack. It tasted musky and sweet, all boy. He whimpered a bit, I could tell he enjoyed his dad's tongue diving into his tiny chute. After a minute or two, his whimpering rose to a full moan. I covered his mouth with my left hand to muffle the noise. He licked the palm of my hand when I did this. I love my boy. I needed both hands to separate his milky cheeks so I can get full access of his winking hole. "Derek, I whispered, bite on this," I bunched up his underwear and shoved it in his mouth. "You need to be very quiet. We don't want to get caught." I stuck my tongue out and dove back into very pink, very tiny hole. After a minute or two of this, Derek started to thrust his ass on my face to get the full effect of my circling tongue. I couldn't hold it much longer. This was dangerous, exciting, so I pulled my cock out of my zipper (I usually freeball it) and started to pump my cock as I lapped his hole. I wanted to get my tongue as deep as I could. I pulled his cheeks apart and smelled his butthole. The pheromones omitting from his butt and my saliva was intoxicating. I stroked my cock really hard in that dressing room. I was so turned on as I licked and sucked on my then five year I'm sure it wasn't even a minute of that when I stood up and shot my thick strands of daddycum all over his tiny back. As I came, I felt his pulsating asshole on my fingers, so warm, so wet. I didn't realize how much I came until I started to wipe my juices off with Derek's underwear. "I love you soooooo much, Derek," I stretched and kissed him with my tongue. "My butt tastes good," he cooed. I laughed at his silliness. "Daddy, what underwear am I going to wear now." I forgot about that. I slid his drenched briefs in my front pocket. "You're going to have to go all commando, like your pops!" I think he liked that idea. He wants to be like his daddy which right then was a spent, proud, perverted daddy. I don't even think we bought any school clothes that day, maybe except for a pack of Disney whitey-tighties. When I go out to public and see other fathers and young sons (or even daughters), I wonder how many of them enjoy the father-child bonding at their home as I do in mine. When I see a dad in the park, I wonder if after a day of playing, he and his child will explore each other's bodies, or play the same games as me and Derek? I wonder how many fathers suspect that of us? Do they wonder the same thoughts as I do? But their kids can't all act like Derek. I'm pretty fortunate that Derek is a even-headed, well-behaved kid. Sure, sometimes, I have to coerce him to do his reading or to pick up his mess, but what kid doesn't need that. Sure, it's been hard since Patty died, but I was lucky enough that Dave and Linda were just two miles away. They've been so helpful in taking care of Derek. Linda doesn't work so she just stays home and takes care of Derek and his cousin Brodie, while I'm at work. My job can be pretty stressful, so I'm lucky to have Derek home when I get off of work. I get a sense of relief whatever we do whether it's intense sexy sessions or if it's just watching the Angels game. He relieves my stress. It doesn't hurt that he gives an amazing blowjob. Even better than his mother's, whose specialty was going down. Speaking of which- "Do you like what I'm doing daddy?" Derek asked me looking up with his innocent green eyes. I wanted to shout obscenities at him. I wanted to shout that I love his fucking boy tongue swirling my pedo-cock. I wanted to answer him by gagging him with my babymaker. But, he was in a loving mood that night. He wanted to pleasure daddy all by himself. "I love what you're doing, Derek. I love that you love doing this to daddy. I love your little lips wrapped around my cock." I told you my cock was average-sized but from my angle it looks huge shoved between his glistening lips. My cell-phone rang again, it's Dave again. Direct to voicemail. He can wait. "Daddy, I'm going to take you deeper now." At this point, Derek has been concentrating on pleasuring my cut mushroom head. I stroked his curls and answered, "Okay, only if you want to do it. You can stop any time you want to, okay baby." He nodded with my dick in his mouth. "One more thing, I want you to take off your underoos. I want to smell them while you take me in your throat, Derek." He expertly swooped his underwear off without releasing his mouth from my cock. "Mmmmmmmmmmmm, your underwear smells so good, like a fresh boy" Are you wondering if Derek was my first boy I ever had? Are you wondering if it was since Derek's mother died that I discovered my love for little boys? Or if it's only Derek that turns me on? I've always had an attraction to prepubescent boys. I love their energy, their size, their spunk, their impossibly small butts. I had my first taste of boy in college. I was twenty (I'm twenty-nine now) and I became friends with a young dad. His name was Timothy, he was nearly thirty, his son Jacob was ten. Jacob wanted me to fuck him and his father wanted to watch. But that's a different story. A different time. Back on the couch, I had my nose buried in my six-year old son's underwear. I got myself psyched up for a nice session of throat-fucking and my son was doing all the work. I sipped my beer, my son lathered my cock with his saliva. I sniffed his underwear some more, my son sniffed my tight balls. He had one hand stroking my shaft, but it didn't fit all the way around. I stroked his curls, he tickled my sack. If anyone would have seen us right now, they would not confuse this with regular father-son bonding. This was pure unadulterated father-son fuck gaming. I saw his butt wiggling in the reflection of the television set. I would have loved nothing more than go behind him and bury my face deep in his crevice, but this was not what he wanted right now. What he wanted was to feel my cock lodged in his throat. I was not about to turn that down. "Are you ready daddy?" He asked. Of course I was ready. I've been ready. I want this as bad as he wants it. "Whenever you are, honey." With that he swallowed my cock in one gulp. "Ohhhhh, baby... You're too good to daddy. Oh Derek. Fuck. Fuck. This is so hot." I cussed, he doesn't mind. He knows I can't control what I say when I have a good seven and a half inches of my tool stuffed in his mouth and lodged in his throat. He breathed through his nose- he's well-practiced now. I felt him inhale the scent of my dark pubes, stuff he won't sprout for another solid six years. The outline of my cock protruded in his mouth. My tool is an uncomfortable fit in his tiny cavity, but he adapts well. "You're doing such a good job Der, I'm so proud of you." I slipped my dick out of his mouth so he can take a breather. My cock's slimy from his spittle, but achingly hard. "Are you doing okay," I ask. "My jaw is kinda soar and so is my neck from me going up and down, but I'm fine." "You can stop anytime you want, baby." I assured, hoping he would take my advice. "No, I don't want to stop. We can't stop until you make the milky stuff for me to drink. But....we can do that thing where you hold on to my head..." "You want Daddy to fuck your face, son?" He nodded. We have a change of plans. Instead of me relaxing, I would vigorously fuck his throat. I scoot him down on the floor, sitting straight up with his head lying on the couch cushion. He opened his mouth wide, but I signal for him to stretch even wider. Slowly, I position my cock in his six-year old mouth. He clamped down so I can feel the snug fit. I grabbed his precious face so it stayed in tact, and I start to thrust as hard as I can. We both moan. I don't worry for I know he can handle my cock drilling in his throat. My orgasm started to bubble and I lean on the couch so my stomach buries his face. "Daddy's cumming," I scream not worrying about neighbors hearing me since we have none. I can feel my cum volley in his throat. For fear of Derek choking, I pull out and splatter my juice all over his milky white face. I can not ask for a better way to relieve my stress from work. "God Derek, you're the best. I love you so much. I can't believe you swallowed all my cum" "I didn't swallow all of it." He corrected me. He's right. My manjuice glistened on his cheeks and lips. I lean forward and lick some of my cum from his face and feed it to him directly from my lips. Our tongues flicker. The answering machine started playing, it was Dave: "Hey Neal, I have to talk to you about our sons. I don't want to leave it as a message so I was hoping we could meet up. I caught them doing something....Well, give me a call." I looked down on my son, who was spent from my fucking his face. He smiled up at me with jizz still on his little teeth.