Date: Sun, 5 Jul 2015 10:44:35 +0000 (UTC) From: Julian Otero Subject: The Love of Andrew -part 3 Please remember to make a contribution to Nifty Archive Alliance so that this great archive may continue. The Love of Andrew--part 3 I pulled out. I could wait. We had to do this right for his sake, but mine too. I wanted a loving relationship. Late afternoon, I picked him up from soccer practice. He was hot and sweaty and smelled delicious in the car. His close body made my cock stiffen in my jeans. I knew we were going to try again. "So, tell me more about the kid you have the hots for: William, right? What's his last name? "Darling." "William. William Darling??! ... Now that's really, really sweet." "He's sweet but a show off too. He's always grabbing his dick in school." Interesting. I said nothing as I pictured my son's randy classmate, so frisky he can't keep his hands away from himself even in school. "Is it big?" "Yeah, I'm getting a bone right now thinkin' about it." "Maybe we can all be together. You like that idea? Can he be trusted?" He didn't answer and I feared I'd intruded. After all, only 12, Andrew was a beautiful boy but still finding his way...still learning his likes and figuring things out. "Dad, let's go home" Andrew proposed urgently. "I thought we're getting something, pizza?" "No." The young boy, my son, was openly rubbing his dick next to me. No more shyness. He groped me hard, just like his mother used to. If only she could see us now, that'd give her something to think about. Now more then ever I felt what I was doing was right. I circled around the block and pointed us toward home, to my bed with cool white sheets. -0- There were four of them outside the gym goofing around as twelve year old boys do after school. One of them, the one going toward pudgy, was squat down with his face in a quarter-cut watermelon, showing off for the other three. Juice dribbled off his chin, down his arms, puddling on the ground. The others danced around him, leapt in laughter, their bodies fuelled full of testosterone and plain joy. Puberty. There was nothing remarkable about them, nothing special to notice—except that one. That one knocked the baseball hat off the melon eater, sent it flying across the sidewalk to the wall of the gym. He was the one that my eye fixed on right from the start. A frisky little imp, that one. But he—I didn't know his name—was something special, not the ordinary run of adolescent boy: about 5'4" and, say, 95 slim beautiful pounds. It was easy to strip him bare and picture him naked. Black hair, dark eyes, black lashes, lips fleshy and sensuous, white even teeth, a very cute face. Skin smooth and blemish free. He was unselfconscious in his looks and if not now, probably soon, would become aware of how sexy he appeared to others. The girls and women in his life would help him toward that. I could too. Still more: nice tight-fitting black jeans. Yeah. Turn for me buddy, I need to see that young ass. Slowing my pace, I pretend to check my cell phone. He turns and bends to retrieve the hat. Its nice, his butt: skinny, but as well shaped as the rest of him. My nose would fit up there very nicely. We all go inside and bunch around the reception desk. I angle for another look on the stairs. A daydream. Yes, my nose first, then my tongue, then my hard cock: he's so sweet when he moans in ecstasy as I cum deep inside his boypussy. Down the narrow hallway they noisily take up more space than warranted heedless of us, their elders. Unnoticing the glances from adult eyes. Or maybe not. Boys are knowledgeable. I know. I teach them. They head for the basketball court. I continue toward the locker room, disappointed. It happens many times. -0- Working out on the arm extension, I fall into a revelry about my current obsession. I don't want to flunk Andrew, I want to fuck him. I want to put my hard big adult cock way up his sassy 12 year old ass—deep—make him squirm. The little bitch is such a tease. I watch him walk away from my desk: the little cunt sways his butt like a boy-prostitue. The required paper made it in by the deadline and he was arrogant about it: a "fuck you" grin on his pretty face. I didn't care. It wasn't my requirement, the school's. And his father probably wrote it for him anyway. So-called education is fucked up. Last night my partner was under me, face down. While I drilled his sweet young ass I imagined it was Andrew's. That kid has me twisted in knots and I better watch myself. The way teachers are hounded now a days, just a slight mistake can ruin a career. Last kid I fucked as young as Andrew was my nephew, Lawrence, nick name Nico, 12 years old and very cute. Cute in a way that made you think "gay." He had all the markings and mannerisms that made you wonder. Nico was fatherless and his mother, my sister, was rather an irresponsible type. Nico was often left to his own devices and drifted toward me. He liked me and I could not help but like him. We spent a lot of time together. -0- At home we zapped frozen and gobbled fast, Andrew's raging hormones ruling our haste. I got full hard in the car under my son's warm hand and remained pretty much half hard still. I left my place and stood behind him, nuzzled my face into his neck. God, he smelled intoxicating: like summer heat, adolescent sweat, unwashed, the smell of a sexually aroused young boy. He continued to chew and drink as my hands circled around to his crotch, opening his legs more, cupping that fine treasure, as yet not very much used for sex. I moaned into his neck while his hot dick grew fast. "Honey, I love you so much. ... Do you want to try again? ... I mean nice and slow...easy..." There was silence in the kitchen for some time. I held my breath. But finally the answer came. His sweet brown eyes captured mine and held. More pink than usual, his full lips looked obscene to me, so ready to suck... I kissed him, my son, on those lips and he was willing. "Dad, please... do it... Fuck my ass. I'm dying to find our what's it's like. Boys at school talk about it all the time. I see it on the net. I'm so curious!" "Let's go to my bed." This was so much more than I'd dared to wish for. The older I grew the more I craved the smooth young bodies of boys: teenagers, then young teenagers and now, pubescent pups. Here was one close to me and beautiful, right under my own roof, one whom I had loved from his happy birth. And his friends: when they were around it has hard for me to concentrate on anything else but their bodies. I felt I was about to win the grand prize of the Boylovers Lottery! The important thing was control. First, to keep my lust from overwhelming him, to not hurt him. Second, to dominate the situation so that he clearly understood I, his father, the adult, am in charge and he the son, the obedient boy, the compliant one. He must never get an inkling of the enormous power he could hold over me, destroy me. Us. In bed I lay on my back and told him to grease his asshole and suck on me `til I was fully hard. "Now squat over my cock," you little beautiful whore. Of course he immediately knew what to do. Braced forward on his hands he slowly settled on the head of his father's cock. He looked between his legs then up at me with the most precious bright grin, as if to say, "We're fucking, aren't we?" "Yes, Andrew, honey...that's it...we're fucking. You're gonna have your father's hard cock in your pussy...you'll find out what it's like to be a girl." He shivered a little at these words, reached down between us to grip me, and pushed down. Now I was lodged tight between his cheeks, at the sweet entrance, remaining that way for some minutes. "That's it honey. Stay like that. Get used to it slowly. ..." "It feels so big" he whispered. "Big...but after this you can fuck with William, fuck boys your age, nice and easy." He grunted at this, and pushed onto me a bit more. I felt a little bit in, but his darling pussy was awfully tight, his face reflecting difficulty. I had to do something quick to avoid another failure which would make him shy about trying yet again. "I'll stay still, but you should squeeze around my dick and then let go. Do it." "I can't." "Do it!" My tone allowed no protest. He tried. His face was red and his breathing hot and heavy. "Keep doing it!" I could feel the results. God, his little pussy was so frigging hot. I was busting into him, opening his ass for fucking...fucking my son...12 years old...so young...virgin boy!...my boy...little queer wants his hot classmate...yeah, so do I... These thoughts were getting me so aroused I felt my cum start to rise too soon. As it was I was producing more pre-cum than I ever had, was so slick...so fucking slick! Then Andrew pleaded like a child. "Stop Dad, stop...please...stop. It hurts too much... too much." I did. Again. How could I not? I'm his father and as much lust I had for his little sweet ass I wasn't going to rape him. I had to prepare him in a different way. The grape would help. Andrew followed my instructions to rest with his greasy finger in his butt while I went to the kitchen and returned with two drinks. "What's this?" "Just drink it...slowly...it'll relax you." "Is it drugs?" he asked with a bit of excited curiosity. Just grape juice and red wine, I said. He'd never tasted alcohol as far as I knew. It was mostly wine with little sugar added. We drank. It didn't take long to observe the effect. Down on the bed again and still naked we curled together, my semi erection wedged between his cheeks. He started to giggle and hum... Andrew's tongue now loosened, he treated me to a monologue about his sex life—or what little there was of it. Mostly masturbation, jerking off to mental pornography of hot boys at school, on his knees sucking off all the cute ones he had cataloged. Or the hot hunky naked guy he pulled up on the internet was fucking his little ass hard. The real thing was more difficult than he had imagined but soon he was ready again. This time he lay face down and spread his slender legs wide. I fingered his asshole, the heat of it raising lust in me again. Andrew allowed a second finger and began to push back against his daddy's intrusion. The sent of sex from my cock and his ass wafted around us. This time it was going to work. "Tell me what you want, Andrew. Tell me, I'm your daddy. Say it. Say, it you little queer!" Those words made his anus squeezed down on me. "I want.." he started, giggled, growled, and slurred, "I want it in my ass...fuck...your cocky cock in my poopy place!!" Giggles. "Fuck me!!" I put what he wanted against his hot pussy and pushed. The third time was the charm. Right away I could feel he wasn't as tense down there. It didn't slip into him like butter, but his ass was much more willing now, willing to take his daddy's big cock. "I have it in you...honey." "I can feel." "Not all of it, but more than before." "Push again." I did, and he almost let out a scream, sucked in his breath and let it out explosively while around my cock I felt the sudden letting go, the release of resistance, felt his anal ring relax. I slid in completely. "Oh, fuck!" he yelled. "Feels like a baseball bat in my ass" hissed between clenched teeth. To let my boy recover from the initial penetration I said nothing and remained motionless for some time. The boy, only 12 years old, had his father's 6 inch hard cock in him to the hilt. My pubes felt the warm pillow softness of his ass cheeks. "You hair is ticklish" he giggled, amused by the unexpected sensation. On the verge of tears my eyes were glassy because welling up within me were the deepest and strongest emotions I'd ever felt. Fucking, fucking my son. I had made him with this dick. I held his beautiful infant body, steadied his first steps, his tiny hands in mine, licked his little asshole kissed that tiny penis and made it get hard (a secret until now) heard him say "Daddy" for the first time, taught him to sing and to hold a racket, help him wash, took him to school, accepted his innocent hugs. And now, this. Sex. Me fucking his willing ass. We could never be more intimate than this! A small voice told me to "go in and out slow." I did. We were so warm, the smell of sex and shit was the smell of loves body. I looked down between us to witness the rhythm of my penetration; it made me dizzy. This was beyond just sexual excitement for me: I was in a whole different universe of delight of being, beyond whether it was moral or not. "O...Oh...Dad...I think...I'm cuming..." he said, almost sounding alarmed. "Yes, baby...let it happen...it happens to me when I get fucked...I happens sometimes!" With that my action became more vigorous, my fucking him now without restraint, surprised he didn't caution me, or demand to stop. I withdrew almost completely then plunged in again, fully in again, and again, and again, again. Five times. A flood of my sperm shot up his ass. He said he felt it. The night was on us now. We rested very still a long time, his tender ass still holding my slowly—very slowly—softening cock until it slipped out, the scent of the boys ass on me. "Dad, I love it here. I want to live with you." Lovely, lovely Andrew, my young son. End Part 4 All emails are welcome and will be answered.Julian ba9ba9goodman@yahoo.com Please remember to make a contribution to Nifty Archive Alliance so that this great archive may continue.