Date: Sun, 18 Jul 2010 11:56:59 -0700
From: bigbalddad@gmail.com
Subject: The Project, Chap. 1

This is a work of fiction. The characters exist only in my mind. Any
resemblance to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental. This story
involves sex between Men and boys. If that is not your thing, then please
do not read it. Comments are welcome at bigbalddad@gmail.com.

Thanks to my online friends, shyoldguy and niklasthegreat for their support and
for previewing my work. They are terrific writers and have stories posted on
nifty. Please read ?sweet little boy? by shyoldguy and ?rent my son? by niklas.
He has some interesting and enlightening polls following his stories.

The Project. Chapter 1. by Big Bald Dad

Back in the seventies, my older cousin introduced me to porn magazines. I
thought that was fair payment for introducing him to blow jobs.

He lived out of town and would come and visit every few months. I lived in
the big city where as he lived in some Podunk little college town. My piece
of the world was just more enticing for a young teen boy.

He would sleep in my room and in my bed whenever he would visit. At night
we would read from my expansive collection of comic books and masturbate
each other under the covers. Eventually we would both dry orgasm and fall
asleep.

One warm summer evening when I was 10 our routine took a turn for the
better. It started with a naughty grin from my cousin. We were laying side
by side. His left hand was down my shorts playing with my stiff boy cock.
In his right hand he held a comic book, but seemed disinterested in it. He
nudged me with his shoulder and gave that wicked grin he flashed whenever
mischief was afoot.

He sat up and quickly slid off his shorts. He was naked and he tossed the
clothing over his shoulder. He pointed at me and then quickly straddled my
legs. Before I could even offer a protest, he grabbed the waistband of my
pajama shorts and slid them down my legs. My shorts got tossed over his
shoulder too. I was naked with my bald cock pointing toward the ceiling.

He took the comic from my hand, tossed it aside and spread my legs.  He
then lay on top of me grinding his larger teen cock against my smaller
boyish one. We were belly to belly and cheek to cheek in a feeling I will
never forget. I loved the closeness of his body, his head against mine; his
breath in my ear. I wrapped my arms around his slim sinewy body and pulled
him closer. I lifted my hips to his grinding cock. He kissed me, on the
neck and ear. I turned my head and offered him my lips. I briefly felt and
tasted his tongue.

I was feeling mischievous. I wanted a better look at his bigger cock. I
wriggled underneath him, twisted and flipped us over so that I was now on
top. Turning the tables on him was almost effortless for me. Although he
was 2 years older he was actually smaller than me.  People often thought we
were the same age and more than once I fended off neighborhood bullies and
protected him. My cousin was slim, sinewy and graceful.  He was built for
the ballet or the cat walks. I was built for the grid iron.

I put my head and cheek on his stomach gently pinning him in place. His
navel was at the tip of my nose. His cock stuck out from his body only
inches away. It looked to be almost 7 inches long. Way too long for his
slim frame. I guessed that it was easily twice the length and girth of my
little tool. There was a small mound of coarse dark hair at the base. I was
jealous, slightly, but intrigued.

I took his cock in my hand and studied it. My hand went up and down the
shaft. I let my fingers play with the head. My cousin's breath came in
ragged grasps and my head rose and fell on his stomach with each breath he
took. A little fluid leaked from the tip of his cock. It felt slick and
slippery when I rolled it between my thumb and forefinger.

From out of the blue then came the ridiculous thought that I should stick
his cock into my mouth. I fended off the idea at first. But it persisted. I
didn't like gross things like Brussels sprouts or broccoli in my mouth. I
didn't like the smell of pee or urinals. I was afraid his cock would be all
those things and worse. I sniffed my fingers where his pre-cum had been and
smelled...nothing...really.

Before I had another thought, my head was in motion and the head of his
dick slipped past my lips. I felt my cousin jerk violently. Afraid I had
upset him or had done something freakishly wrong I quickly took my mouth
off his rod.

Instead of being angry, his face was filled with delight and surprise. He
was smiling broadly and he pushed my head down into his crotch.

Sucking his cock was nothing like I feared. I liked it. It tasted slightly
salty but felt hard and soft and the same time. It was a bit rubbery,
too. After a few blissful moments I felt something warm and wet on my
little dick. My cousin was getting into the act too and I watched as my
boyhood slipped past his eager lips.

Two months passed until my cousin' next visit. The day that he arrived I
was in an agitated...horny...state all day. I couldn't concentrate on my
school work. I had a constant boner which became uncomfortable as it got
tangled in my underwear and pants. I was constantly having to adjust myself
and I got cross looks and words from the nuns. During Friday afternoon art
class I had the persistent desire to draw cocks. I wanted to draw me
sucking a cock since I knew I would be doing that very thing in a few
hours. My better judgement prevailed and I completed a picture of a cute
puppy driving a fast car in the country. The nuns smiled.

It was an agonizingly long day and evening. Before my cousin and I could be
alone; we had a family function to attend. It was a dinner party. The worst
kind of function for a horny, anxious boy to attend. There was lots of
boring grown up talk and nothing to distract my mind from my cousin sitting
across from me. Of course he was no help as he kept putting his foot into
my crotch, squeezing my little boner with his stockinged toes.  This caused
me to choke at one point during the evening on ...you guessed it...a
Brussels sprout I was being forced to eat. This caused a lot of adults to
run around. There were lots of pats on my back followed by glasses of water
and my cousin grinning like an evil elf.

When we finally got back to my room; we locked the door and stripped
naked. I was going so fast I popped a button on my shirt and tangled my
pants around my legs. I fell, but only softly onto the bed. We paused then,
waiting for the sound of parental feet on the stairs.  When we heard none
we got into bed.  My cousin pulled a plastic bag from his suitcase and
dumped it onto my bed.  There were magazines, glossy ones of the kind I
have never seen before, but are all too familiar. I saw playboy and
Penthouse and looked through them. Tits. Pussy. Boring. There were
magazines of men too. Burly guys and skinny guys, hairy and smooth with
stiff cocks. I stared at those. There were magazines with men and women
both smoking hot, rock solid cocks. I smiled in approval. In my small
egotistical 10 year old world I gave myself credit for starting the whole
cock sucking thing. Never mind that I had never shared that info with
anybody. It just seemed to me that everyone was following my brilliant
lead.

I looked through more of my cousin's offerings. One magazine really
captured my imagination and damned near blew my mind.

It was a magazine smaller in size than the rest. It still had a glossy
cover but instead of having a big titted woman or a butch, bearded guy on
the cover there was a slim young, naked boy. I blinked in disbelief. I
studied the cover closely.

The boy was about 10 or 11 with a slim chest and waist. His hair was dark
and long past his ears. He held his arms in boxing pose. His dick was stiff
and had a slight upward bend half way through it's 4 inch length. My hands
trembled. Who would want to look at a skinny, naked boy I wondered?

There were more boys inside the book. All naked, most hard. Some were
getting sucked off by other boys or men and some boys were even sucking
huge man cocks. The center of the magazine had a fold out photo of the boy
on the cover. In full color, he was posed on his back, legs spread, boyhood
gloriously on display. An image burned into my mind. In the last pages of
the book, that boy was on his back again with a huge, hairy fat man and his
fat tool splitting his smooth ass.  I could totally do that. I
thought. Where do I sign up?

Instantly, I became obsessed with the idea of being a nude model. I wanted
to do porn.  But i didn't t know how.

There was no Internet in those days. The were no ' How to be a porn star
for dummies' books either. Little did I know that all I had to do was put a
sign around my neck and advertise: 10 y/o boy wants to be photographed
naked and sucking dick. Available afternoons and weekends.

I would have paid to be a model totally unaware that I could have made more
money sucking dick than raking leaves, shoveling snow or cutting grass. I
could have also ended up dead.

I guess I could have joined the boy scouts. I' m sure that some boys got
some Porno gigs from those connections. Alternatively, I could have talked
to my Parrish priest.  I'm sure he knew some people. Actually, he did. That
all came out in his trial. But who the he'll knew that then? Most adults
didn't know and some kid sure wasn't going to figure it out.

So I never got to do porn. As I got older my interest faded. Oh, I did
apply to one studio that focuses on big butch guys. But, I would be one of
the crowd then. I wouldn't be special.

It is one regret of my adult life is that there are no nude pix of me from
when I was young. I would like to see and remember better what I looked
like then.

It was not a mistake I would make later in life.

Years later when I was much older and had a son of my own; I made sure to
take plenty of pictures of him in the nude.

I would take pictures every few months. The spare room in the house held
some decent digital photography equipment, including a white vinyl roll
sheet that served as a backdrop for the photos. I had pix of Michael going
back to when he was just an infant.  Every now and then I would flip
through them all amazed at how he was growing and changing.

Sometimes, the pix were spontaneous. Like on one late afternoon in early
August just after football practice. Just as we exited the car, I told Mike
to head up to the spare room. He knew what that meant.

"But Dad!" he whined. "I'm hungry...and I want to take a shower."

I promised it wouldn't take long. Moments later we were in the spare room
studio. I turned on the camera that I left in place on the tripod and then
lowered the vinyl backdrop. Mike stripped out of his dirty clothes. It
didn't take him long as he only had a sweat soaked white Tee,nylon shorts,
underwear and those little white athletic socks that you can't see if you
are wearing shoes.

Once naked he stepped in front of the camera. Immediately, I snapped a
candid shot and got an excellent full frontal, head to toe shot. Mike was
built for football just as I had been.  He had strong shoulders and a long
torso. Firm legs led up to a solid, cute butt. His skin was smooth and
hairless. He held onto some persistent baby fat that collected in the back
of his hands and in other areas smoothing out some of this little muscle
studs hard edges.

 His hair was a sun bleached blonde that he was wearing longer than in the
past.  I remembered, wistfully, the hairstyles of past years. There had
been the almost shaved bald look, the flat top, the gel and spikes. When he
would cut his hair in the fall for school, the bleached blonde would fall
away leaving him with his normal light brown. I noticed that his longer
locks had a slight curl to them. I liked it.

He stood motionless waiting for direction. His hands were at his side. His
knees slightly bent. His legs and arms were streaked with dirt from the
practice field. His knee was bleeding and there was a streak of blood on
his left forearm. His face was also dirty and hair was matted to his
forehead.

We did the standard forward, sides and back view that we always shot. Next,
I gave him a football from the box of props I kept. He tossed it to himself
and caught it while I snapped away. While I did so I noticed that he was
getting a boner. When I pointed it out he giggled and stuck his tongue out
at me while waving his cock too. I laughed and promised just two more
pictures. We always did a picture with him standing next to the measuring
pole so see how he had grown. There was no change. He was still 56 inches
tall.

The last picture for this set would become one of my favorite. I knelt down
before him and aimed my camera at his boy cock. To help get a better view,
Mike put his left foot on my right shoulder and rotated his leg
leftward. Centered in the shot was all 4 inches of his proud boyhood,
foreskin back and pink knob exposed. Above and beyond, off the center of
the picture was his beautiful smiling face.

I set down the camera and sucked his sweet, tender, hard boy meat into my
mouth.  I could feel my boy's body tense and stiffen. I could sense his
back arching slightly. I grabbed his ass cheeks with both hands, pulling
him closer to me as my lips wrapped around his cock all the way down to his
bald base. His hands went to my head and i could feel him trying to thrust
his hips.

"That's right."  I thought. "Face fuck daddy. It's okay"

 I patted his butt to signal it was okay to pound his cock in my face as
hard as he wanted.  He wasted no time. He took his foot from my shoulder
and planted his feet on the floor.  Gripping my head between his hands he
pummeled my face with his dick. It went darting in out out of my mouth, so
smooth, so slick. He tasted of boy sweat and boy musk: sweet yet salty. His
thrusts were so hard that he knocked me off balance. Quickly, I sucked him
back into my mouth. I went to play with his balls, two small marbles in a
smooth sack under his belly, but found them pulled up close to his body.

He was going to cum soon. As soon as I had the thought I felt his first
orgasm seize his body. He quivered and cried out. Soon I counted 3 more
powerful orgasms rack his boyish frame. There were small aftershocks while
he panted and tried to catch his breath. His orgasms were dry. Someday I
would be rewarded with sweet boy cream.  He stood doubled over, hands on
knees breathing like he had just done sprints. I kissed his lips and sent
him to the showers. I wanted to join him, but I really needed to get dinner
going.

The first thing I did then was to strip out of my clothes. I usually went
nude at home. So did Michael. He was 11 years old that afternoon and had
probably spent 9 of them completely naked. I enjoyed being naked with
him. I enjoyed looking at his bare body. He was a beautiful boy. He was my
boy. There were times when I looked at him, at the smile on his face, or
the angle of his leg, or the curve of his ass that I could only sigh with
pleasure at such beauty. When he walked and his wiener would sway from side
to side my heart would nearly burst with pride. I knew how God must have
felt when he laid eyes on his creation called Adam. Clothes on my boy
should have been a crime.

Naked I walked out onto the deck behind the house. I had a complete 'man'
kitchen set up out there. Along with a grill, there was an over slow
roasting potatoes an a refrigerator keeping a salad and drinks cold. I
fired up the grill and tossed two rib eyes onto the flames. I put on my
Michelangelo apron and set the table. My Michael arrived fresh from the
shower moments later. He was wearing one of my T-shirts. It reached down
almost to his knees.  He had raided my closet again.

"I don't wanna burn myself again." he offered and took seat on a barstool
near the grill. I painfully remembered the bacon splattering incident from
three years earlier.

He could have walked out on to the deck naked. Most of the time he did. The
walls were high so no one could look over and we lived where the houses
were far apart. We enjoyed total privacy and security. I said nothing and
did not scold him for taking my shirt. I figured he wanted to wear it
because he wanted to be close to me to feel some part of me next to him. He
always wore an older shirt and never a newer one. I kept my mouth shut.

He looked up into the clear blue sky and hoped aloud that it would be a
clear night. Many was the time we would lay together in a hammock and look
up into the night sky at the stars.  Sometimes we slept naked under the
stars. That night it looked like we would do so again.

I turned the steaks on the grill and Mike found the camera I had left on
the bar. It was a cheap digital one and I scolded myself for leaving it
outside. Mike began to flip through the stored pictures.

"When are you going to download these to you computer?" he asked.

"Soon." I said which was my standard answer that meant: never and don ?t
bother me.

He went back to the camera and a moment later made a loud, short laugh. He
turned the camera so I could see.

It was a picture I had taken if us in the hammock days before. I had placed
the camera on my chest and pointed it my cock which was half way in Mike's
mouth. He was grinning and giving the camera a thumbs up. The next pic was
his surprised face covered in a load of my cum.

"I wasn't expecting' it" he said.

He continued to flip through the camera's stored data. After a few minutes
he drew my attention to the fact that our movies we had made were rather
bad. The one where I was blowing him on the side of the hot tub? Too dark
as we had used only the lights from the hot tub for illumination. The one
where he was blowing me in the hammock? Out of focus and out of frame,
mostly. The one where he face fucked me in my bedroom? Kicked onto the
floor.

"We hav'ta do better, dad."

"You'd be willing to put in the effort.?"

He shrugged in that way that meant: yeah I guess so. Maybe. Don?t bother
me.

In that instant I had a flash of an idea that came together rather quickly
and neatly. I would need help and I knew just the person to call. I found
my phone and called up my cousin, the one with the porn magazines, from
years earlier.

Jeff and I never lost contact with each other. We even saw each other on
regular basis. Jeff, by happy coincidence also had a son whose name was
Jacob. He had just turned 11 and my son was soon to be 12.

Jeff had changed little over the years. He had gone grayer and a bit
paunchier, who doesn't? But my focus was really on Jacob. He was slim with
long legs and arms.  He had dark hair like his dad and green eyes. His
complexion was pale. Definitely north European.  He was smart and I always
found him to be fun to be with.

With his slim chest and hips he always looked fragile to me. It was just
the weekend before when I bear hugged his naked body against my own that I
was afraid I would crack his ribs.  He was stronger than he looked. He had
no problem with me thrusting my cock into his freckled face.

Jeff had sat naked in an easy chair jerking off while his son twisted his
tongue around my fat baby maker. Jake, Mike and I put on a show for my
cousin. Sometimes it was incredibly hot to watch your boy have sex with
someone else. I sat on the sofa, Jake knelt before me and sucked me. Mike
was on his back sucking Jake's long but skinny wiener.

My cousin had taught his boy the proper way to service a daddy.  The boy
worked my cock running his tongue around the swollen head. His tongued
teased my pee slit and I moaned with pleasure. He sucked each of my balls
in turn before turning his face toward that space between my balls and
asshole. I lifted my legs to allow him better access and he shoved his
freckled nose into my crack. I could feel his tongue lapping at my
anus. Pre cum dripped from my cock.

His finger replaced his tongue and then he put two up my ass. I told him he
could stick his whole fist up there if he wanted to. He started a third
finger and stuck my cock back into his mouth. My orgasm erupted suddenly. I
shot my first load of cum into the boy's mouth.  There was a second and
third jet of my seed which landed on Jake's cheeks, hair and chest.  When
my orgasms had subsided, Jake was still holding my cock, cum ran down his
face and chest and a wide smile split his lips. He had swallowed my first
load of jizz and then proceeded to clean the remainder from my cock. He was
such a good boy.

Jeff and I finished off the night by watching the boys take turns butt
fucking each other. We had a rule: boy cocks could go into boy holes but
the first man cock had to be daddy's.  Which meant I could not butt fuck
Jake until Jeff had done so first. And vice -versa. I had to be the first
to pop Mike's butt cherry. I knew Mike would be ready soon to take a man
cock and I wished Jeff would get on with Jake. I was dying to know if that
boy's ass was as talented as his mouth. But I had to wait for Jeff as he
had to wait for me. It was what we wanted for our little bucks: butt fuck
'em only when their bodies could handle the strain comfortably.

Jeff's answering machine answered on the fourth ring. I told him to call
back quickly. I had a project for us to work on.