Saturday Morning Splendor 1

Saturday Morning Splendor, a series of stories by Josh Terrence

mb/bb/incest/oral/anal/mast/rimming

Author's note: This story depicts sexual acts between males of various ages. If you are offended by sex between men, teenage boys, boys or between males of any age, why are you here? If you are not a legal adult or if this content is illegal in your locale, leave now.

This story is a work of pure fiction. The taboo acts depicted in this story are not condoned by the author, this is fantasy only. All Characters in this story are portrayed by actors 18 years of age or older. This disclaimer applies to all installments of this story, past and present.

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Waking up with Evan -

Maybe it was by instinct, or maybe it's just intuition. Either way, my eyes opened at 5am and I felt compelled to go check on my oldest son. At 18 years old, he values his privacy and I'd never intrude on that, but there are times when a dad needs to act on his gut. So, with my paternal senses leading the way, I made my way out of the room that I share with the love of my life and walked to the room next door.

Sure enough there was a dim light shining out into the hallway and his door was cracked, just slightly. I popped my head into his room and spotted him slowly blinking, having just emerged from his troubled sleep.

“Hey buddy, is everything okay?” I asked gently, grabbing his attention just as he pulled his covers back and hung his legs off of the side of his bed.

“What time is it?” he asked groggily, then he dropped his head into his still boyish hands and rubbed his tired eyes.

“It's early, Evan,” I said, walking into his room and taking a seat by his side. Immediately, he leaned into my side and nuzzled his head on my shoulder, so I wrapped an arm around his lithe frame and gave him a loving squeeze. Cupping his head in my hand, I planted a kiss on the top of his head and ran my fingers through his brown, stringy hair. At the same time, I listened while he took a deep breath and collected himself.

“Did you just wake up, dad?” he asked in a sleepy tone, and I nodded my answer.

“Something told me to come in here and check on my boy,” I said, earning me a grin from my yawning son. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” he said in a quiet voice, then I heard him draw in another long breath and exhale slowly. “I need to go to the bathroom.”

“Then get up and go to the bathroom, pal,” I encouraged him in a gentle tone, rubbing his back through his blue pajama top. “When you get back, we'll spend some special time alone.”

“Okay,” he quickly agreed, his brown eyes lighting up while he flashed me an excited smile. I used my thumb and forefinger to carefully rub the sleep from the corners of his eyes, then I planted a kiss on his deep red lips. When he stood up, the tail of his flannel pajama top pulled up from his waist, revealing the elastic band of his matching pajama bottoms. They ran down his still growing legs, hugging his plump bottom tightly while the cotton cuffs hugged his ankles, keeping the cold air out. Letting go of another yawn, he balled his fists and stretched his long arms while he perched momentarily on his toes. It seemed like every joint in his 5'8”, 130 pound frame cracked at the same time, causing a smile of relief to spread out across his fresh face.

He bypassed his slippers and padded out of his room, walking directly across the hallway to the bathroom so that he could drain his aching bladder. I sat on his bed and listened to him lift the toilet seat without closing the bathroom door, then his piss stream hit the water, sending an audible gush through the top floor of the house. I heard him finish with three broken squirts into the bowl, then I heard the familiar sound of his waistband snapping back into place, telling me that he had put his young cock away. As I suspected, he walked out of the bathroom without flushing the toilet or washing his hands and made a beeline across the hall so that he could join me in his room.

“You know, if mommy were up she'd have a fit, kiddo,” I said with a grin. He smiled mischievously at me and reclaimed his spot next to me, immediately snuggling into my side while I wrapped my arms around him for comfort and security.

“I'm glad you woke up, dad,” he said, his young voice now clear of the grogginess that had beset it just minutes before. “I really wanted to spend some time with you this morning.”

“Oh yeah?” I said softly, and he nodded. “What did you want to do with daddy this morning?”

“You know,” he said in a shy voice, giving me a wry smile as he tried in vain to make me acknowledge his needs. Feeling playful, I decided to tease him a little.

“Well, your old man's getting forgetful these days,” I said with a knowing grin, prompting my boy to give me an amused smile. “Maybe you should show daddy what it is you're after.”

With that, he lifted his head off of my shoulder and puckered his lips, pressing them into mine with a soft moan. Giving into his needs, I let my lips part and our tongues met. Playing the part of the submissive youngster, Evan instantly let me take control of our kiss, longing to feel my tongue dominate his. While I was leading our dance, I gently eased him onto his back and laid on top of him. I could feel his stiff boyhood pushing into my abdomen, so I reached down and toyed with the waistband of his pajamas. I gently broke our kiss, letting our lips part with a soft smack, then he smiled up at me with wonder in his eyes.

“Is that what you were thinking about, baby?” I asked in a loving tone, and he nodded his answer with a sigh. “Would you like for daddy to pull your pajamas down for a little bit?”

“Yes daddy,” he practically sang, sounding like an obedient little boy. I leaned down and planted another deep kiss on his mouth while my fingers moved slowly down his warm torso, tracing over his slowly heaving chest and diaphragm until I found his rib cage. Letting our lips part once more, I couldn't resist the urge to dig into his ribs with my fingertips. Right away, he squirmed under the electric touch of my tickling, giggling and thrashing while I leaned down and ran my tongue over his left ear.

“It's a good thing you got up and took care of that full bladder before daddy started in, isn't it?” I said in his ear, and he gave me a naughty smile and shook his head no.

“I should have waited so I could pee on you,” he giggled uncontrollably, his face turning bright red and tears starting to form in his eyes. “Then you'd have to change my sheets and take a shower with me.”

“Oh, that does it!” I declared, then I tore into his ribs again while he writhed beneath me. While he was thrashing around on his bed, I pulled his pajama shirt all the way up and planted my lips to his tummy, right around his naval. Forming a tight seal in his warm skin, I blew a loud raspberry into his belly button while my fingers continued to tickle his ribs. While I was blowing a raspberry into his tummy, I let my left hand travel up to his chest, then I dug in with my fingers.

“Okay, you win!” he cried out through a loud giggle. “We're going to wake everyone up.”

With that, I relented for a moment and moved up his body to plant a kiss on his bright red face, then I let my gaze travel to his bedroom door, where my wife was watching us with an amused smile on her face.

“You know, it's a good thing your brothers sleep with their doors closed,” she said, leaning against the frame of the doorway.

“Sorry honey,” I said with a smile. “I hope we didn't wake you up.”

“No, I got up when I heard my big boy use the bathroom without flushing or washing his hands,” she said, raising an eyebrow at our son, who was still pinned beneath me.

“Sorry mom,” he said sheepishly. “Do you want me to go back in there and flush the toilet and wash my hands?”

“No sweetie, I'll go flush for you,” she said. “I know you're visiting with daddy right now. When you two are done in here, wash your hands and face before you come downstairs.”

“I promise, mom,” he said with a sweet smile. “Are you going to make breakfast?”

“I'll wait for my little helper,” she assured him, and our oldest boy beamed with happiness. “Have some fun with daddy while I get my coffee started.”

“Thanks honey,” I told her, and she responded with a wink before she pulled the bedroom door closed. “Now, where were we?”

“We were right here,” he sighed, puckering his lips for a kiss.

With a swell of love in my heart, I leaned down and planted a long one on his mouth, letting my tongue dominate his once more while he moaned submissively beneath me. When we broke our kiss, I planted a trail of kisses down his still exposed torso until I found myself face to face with the tent that he had pitched in his pajama bottoms. Eager to please my baby boy, I lovingly hooked the waistband of his pajamas and pulled them off of his hips. He cooperated by raising his bubble butt up from the bed, then he watched intently as I worked his jammie bottoms down. As they slid off of his hips, the prominent bulge in his white briefs came into view. The tented patch was wet with precum and probably a little bit of pee that leaked out while I was tickling him. It wasn't a lot of moisture, but it was enough for me to take notice of.

I decided to tease him again.

“Uh oh, did my little guy wet his britches?” I asked playfully, and he responded by sticking his tongue out and blowing a loud raspberry of his own. “You're a glutton for punishment, aren't you?”

Before he could answer, I moved back in with my fingertips, digging into his ribs with reckless abandon while he giggled uncontrollably. Eager to give him a taste of his own medicine, I leaned in and planted another raspberry on his belly button, then I used my tongue to probe the sensitive spot. He reacted with more laughter and even a little more taunting, earning him another swipe of my tongue in his naval while my fingertips crawled relentlessly up and down his sides. When I found his arm pits, he clasped his arms to his sides, trapping my hands and encouraging me to tickle him harder and longer. Finally, after what must have seemed like an eternity to him, Evan called out for mercy.

“Okay, I give up,” he wailed through a fit of giggles. “You win, daddy!”

“Tell me who the tickle monster is,” I demanded, moving my tickling fingers back down his rib cage.

“You are!” he conceded, but I wasn't satisfied yet.

“I didn't hear you, Evan,” I said, letting my fingers roam up to his chest and digging in hard. “Tell me who the tickle monster is.”

“You are, daddy!” he declared with a squirm. “You're the tickle monster!”

Letting my grip go, I leaned down and planted a kiss on his puckered lips, then I told him, “That's right, buddy.”

“I love you, daddy,” he said, the look in his eyes magical as he smiled up at me.

“I love you too, sweetheart,” I told him. “Are you ready for daddy to pull your undies down?”

He nodded up at me with stars in his eyes, his gaze still wondrous as I sat back on my legs. With a sigh, he bit his lower lip and used his hands to support his weight, sitting up and batting his eyes at me. I felt his soft skin glide along the hairy surface of my legs, watching as he pulled his hairless legs up to his chest, then he rolled over and laid flat on his stomach. I took hold of his warm legs and helped him lay them flat so that they were spread out on either side of my body, then I reached out and pulled him up at the hips.

As soon as his knees came to rest on the bed, he rested the side of his head on his pillow with a sleepy smile. I used my hands to rub his back, letting his pajama top unravel over them at the same time. His plump, underwear clad bottom looked delectable as always. His fleshy mounds protruded on each side of his deep crevice, filling out the white, knitted cotton of his briefs so perfectly. With his bottom pointing straight up, the seat of his briefs was stretched thin, making the dark valley of his crack so transparent. I let my eyes travel down his crack, where I spotted his puckered brown eye through the stretched fabric, luring me toward my ultimate end.

I placed the flat of my palm on his left cheek, rubbing it softly through his cotton briefs, then I spoke softly to him.

“Are you ready for daddy to take care of your horny bottom, Evan?” I asked, and he nodded with a contended smile. “You love it when daddy pays your rear end the special attention that it needs, don't you?”

“Yes, daddy,” he whimpered, then he wrapped his arms around his pillow and clutched it tight. “I need it really bad this morning.”

With that, I leaned in and planted my face in his warm crack, pressing my nose into the deep valley while I nuzzled my right cheek against his soft buttock. As always, the heat and aroma of Evan's boy hole was intoxicating to me, and I felt compelled to pleasure him right then and there. So, without pulling his briefs down, I used both hands to reach into the leg openings of his underwear and grab two handfuls of his fleshy buns. I heard him moan with desire, prompting me to gently pull his buns apart, eager to splay his pucker so that I could enjoy its treasures more intimately.

With his cheeks now spread wide, the heat of his brown eye poured into the seat of his briefs and wrapped itself around my fingers. At the same time, I felt a thrust of hot pheromones roll across my face and I felt almost out of control with lust. I opened my mouth and used my tongue to dig into his crack, dragging the knitted cotton of his briefs across the lips of his love tunnel and bringing a shudder out of my boy. Knowing that he was enjoying my act, I let my tongue take several passes over his cotton covered pucker. For my efforts, I was rewarded with the sounds of his boyish cooing, making my heart flutter with joy all over again.

Knowing that I could give my baby boy a true taste of Nirvana while taking a little for myself, I hooked the waistband of his underwear and reluctantly pulled my face out of his crack. Giving a gentle tug, I eased his briefs down, revealing my youngster's baby smooth butt cheeks and his sweat filled crack. When his undies were down to his knees, I lovingly spread Evan's plump buns and stared into the gates of paradise.

For as many years as I've been servicing my son's rear end, it never loses its novelty. Maybe because of the love that I feel for him as a father, or maybe because I have a paternal need to please my children. Whatever the reason is, I'm always awestruck at the glorious site of my son's boy pussy. It has a magical appeal for me that I just can't describe, and I feel a swell of pride in my body whenever it's presented to me. I could spend an entire day worshiping my son's sphincter, and it would be brand new to me the very next time.

Without waiting for him to call out for it, I greedily planted my face in his now bare rump and started to eat him deeply. Being an experienced ass eater for my boy, I used my talented tongue to give him the sweetest feeling that I could. The pleasure in his voice was clear, his boyish moans now filling the room while my hard cock throbbed in my boxers. He was panting hard with every plunge of my tongue, and I could hear the joints in his feet cracking from the forceful curling of his toes.

“Oh daddy,” he called out through a series of labored moans, squeezing his pillow hard with both arms.

I could feel the goosebumps erupting all over his ass cheeks while his hot hole flexed over and over again. The short stubble of my chin was scrubbing the insides of his cheeks, making them burn so sweetly while my teeth scraped the outside of his throbbing pucker. Just a couple of inches from where my tongue was working so diligently in his boy pussy, my baby boy's nut sack was starting to draw tight to his scrotum. A furious burn was starting to take hold of his untouched cock, which was pointing straight down at his sheet. At the same time, I felt a flurry of heat roll out of his boy hole, then it moistened with a fresh flow of ass juice.

Knowing exactly what was happening to my sweet boy, I doubled down on my efforts. Before he could process what was going on, my firm, persistent licking turned into a major ass eating. We were both moaning wildly, each of us taking our own carnal pleasure in the act that we were sharing. I felt Evan's body start to shudder and a strong surge of ass juice soaked his boy pussy, then his right leg started to quiver and he let go of a howl. Not wanting to let up, I feasted hungrily at my son's back door, loving the heat that swirled off of his boy pussy like a cyclone while he continued to squeeze the pillow in his grasp with all his might.

“I'm cumming!” he practically hollered, almost as if he were pleading with me to have mercy on his climaxing rear end. “I can't stop, daddy!”

At that very moment, I felt his boy pussy contract over and over against my tongue and my teeth while his still developing boyhood gave off four hard shots of teen sperm, each one squirting out of his piss slit with so much force that little goblets splashed against his knees. Knowing that my boy was at the peak of his pleasure, I continued to dine at his back door, wanting to give him the maximum amount of release that I could. After the initial four shots of boy sperm made their explosive debut, a final offering of cum poured out of the end of his hard, burning cock and pooled up with the rest.

When I knew that he was at the end of his supply of boy sperm, I eased up on my rimming of his hole. Wanting him to know how glad I was that he had achieved his orgasm, I lovingly probed his pucker with my tongue, giving it gentle strokes while he let go of deep sighs. When I finally pulled my tongue out of his rear end and sat up, he collapsed and rolled over, giving me room to rest right beside him. I laid my head on his pillow and he immediately melted into my embrace, letting me hold him close while he rested his head on my chest.

“I love you, daddy,” he sighed, puckering his warm lips and offering them to me for a kiss.

“I love you too, baby,” I told him, planting a deep, tongue filled kiss on his mouth while I slipped my middle finger up his tight, well serviced bottom. The afterglow of our lovemaking quickly wrapped itself around my son's tingling body, lulling him into a well deserved slumber while I held him close. I smiled down at his beautiful face, then I turned my attention to his bedroom door, where a little visitor caught my eye. It was my 15 year old son, watching us with his hand shoved down the back of his own pajama bottoms.

“Good morning, Reese,” I said, watching as his hand worked furiously in the seat of his pajamas while his boy boner raged in his PJ's. “Would you like daddy to come see you in your room?”

“Yes, daddy,” he said with an appreciative smile, then he turned and padded down the hall while I carefully extracted myself from Evan's loving embrace.

To be continued …

Coming Soon...

Bonding with Reese

~also~

A Wakeup Call for Scotty

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Other Work by Josh Terrence:

A Ride Through the City (Gay/Adult-Youth)

Andrew's Pajama Party (Gay/Adult-Youth)

Keith's Guilty Pleasure (Gay/Adult-Youth)

Jimmy's Chaperone (Gay/Incest)

Stuart's Insatiable Itch (Gay/Incest)