Date: Sun, 1 Aug 2010 16:25:21 -0700
From: bigbalddad@gmail.com
Subject: The Project, Ch 2

Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction and involves consensual sex
between men and boys, or boys and boys. If this is not your 'thing' then
please do not read it. All similarities to real persons, living or dead are
purely coincidental. The author does not condone the activities described
here-in nor suggest anything like this story be attempted at home or
anywhere else.

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I had finished my meal before Jeff had called me back. The dishes were
already cleared and put into the sink. Mike had stripped off the shirt he
had borrowed and slipped naked into the bubbling hot tub. The sun had sunk
low into the west turning the sky purple and deep blue in the east and
orange and pink to the west. I was going to the tub when I was stopped by
an annoying buzzing. It was my phone dancing on the counter where I had
left it.

Jeff first chided me for leaving a message on his voicemail. It was so
'1986' he claimed.  He reminded me that 21st century people text each
other. It was about the hundredth time we had this discussion and as many
times that he reminded me that he had a landline and voicemail just for
me. I told him that made me feel special.

"What's the project?" he asked after a brief pause.

And so I told him.

"I want to make a Porno."

"A porn flick?"

"Yeah. Me and mike. I want it to be good."

I explained how our home movies were all quite bad. I wanted just one good
one.

"I want music and good lighting. I want angles and production values. I
want professional quality. I want you to help me."

I went on to explain further that I never intended anyone to ever view this
film. It was definitely private use only. I just wanted it for history. I
was going to butt fuck my son for the first time. I wanted that special
occasion to be captured forever.

We discussed it for a few more minutes. We would need a couple high
definition cameras, maybe a hand held one too. Some other things too. Jeff
signed on board and we set the date of the following Saturday. We promised
to talk during the week.

I slipped into the bubbling tub next to my son. The hot water was soothing
and comforting. My mind wandered to the project and the preparations for
making the movie.  I wondered if I should write a script. Mike shook me
from my daydreaming with his antics. He was kneeling on the floor of the
tub and dunking his head under the water.  He wanted me to count how many
seconds he could hold his breath.

After the fourth time he dunked his head; I pulled him toward me. I had him
sit on my lap facing me with his legs straddling my own. His arms went
around my neck and shoulders. His face only inches from my own. Holding him
tightly and loving the feeling of his bare skin against my own; I tickled
his ribs and kissed his cheeks. He giggled and squirmed, but I held him
tightly. I kissed his ear and he squirmed and laughed. I kissed his tender
neck and left a trail of kisses around his jaw leading to his mouth. My
lips touched the boy's lips. I kissed him again and parted his lips with my
tongue. I felt the sharp edge of his teeth before the warm, moist firmness
of his tongue flitting too quickly against my own. My cock stiffened and
was pressed flat against my stomach trapped between my body and my
son's. Mike wiggled his hips and I felt his boy cock rubbing, grinding
against mine.

He broke off the kiss, for only a moment before returning his lips to
mine. His tongue pushed past my lips, just briefly, it was always too brief
before leaving. His held his forehead to mine and sighed.

"My legs hurt." he said.

Mike played halfback in football. It was his job to take the ball and mount
a running assault against the opponents' defensive line. His legs got quite
a work out at practice.  I let my hands slide down his torso and onto his
firm hips and legs. I have large hands and I could make my fingertips touch
when I massaged his thighs. They were firm and lean.

 Mike put his hands in the water and I felt his grip on my cock. He played
with my tool moving his hand up and down my shaft jacking me and himself
under water.

My cock was raging hard now, but still trapped between our naked bodies. It
needed serious attention. Gently, I slipped Mike from my lap and then I
perched up on the edge of the tub. I left my legs in the water with my feet
planted on the seats. Mike knelt between my feet. His face was only inches
from my cock.

He gripped my daddy meat with both of his hands; choking up on it like a
baseball bat.  One hand was above the other. That way he could Jack the
head and base of my cock at the same time. He would also alter his grip
making one fist tighter than the other and then alternating. The feeling
was beyond delicious. Soon, my legs spread wider and my head lolled back on
my shoulders.

Mike waited until I looked back down at him to tease me some more. He had
both of his hands down at the base of my dick, pulling my skin back and
revealing my head. When he knew he had my attention; he flicked his tongue
at my pee slit. I shivered. Mike smiled broadly and giggled mischievously.

He then ran his tongue from the head of my cock down to the base and then
back up again. He paused to kiss the tip of my dick and suck up a drop or
two of pre-cum that had gathered there. Normally, I indulged in all of his
games, but that night I just needed to come. Mike still had one more game
for me.

He closed his eyes and his lips. His mouth was twisted upward in a big,
clownish grin. I pushed the head of my dick against his lips. His mouth
stayed closed and he shook his head. He hummed an ''uh-''uh' through closed
lips. I rubbed my cock over his lips again and tickled the tip of his
nose. Again he shook his head. He snickered defiantly behind his pursed
lips. I rubbed my dick against his smooth cheeks and again over his lips
and nose. Only when he was satisfied would his mouth pop open. The fourth
time I rubbed my pre cum leaking dick over his lips did he open up. His
pursed lips could no longer contain his giggles.

My cock slid right into his mouth. It was wet and warm and ready. Mike
swallowed half of me before he clamped his lips tightly around my shaft. I
was in ecstasy. Mike puffed out his cheeks before sucking them back in and
bobbing his head on my dick. His right hand fingers slid between my
cheeks. He was trying to find my ass. I shifted my position to allow him to
explore my hole. A small finger found the spot and wiggled in. A second one
would follow.

My boy was pleasing me the way I taught him and I was loving it. I was not
loving the edge of the hot tub though. My legs were going numb. I ran my
hands through his soft hair. That got his attention and he looked up at me
with his bright, hazel eyes. My heart melted I loved him so much.

I said that we need to get out of the hot tub. I pulled my cock out of my
son's mouth with a soft popping noise. Mike looked disappointed for a
moment.

We dried off quickly and then I scooped my boy into my arms. Mike quickly
wrapped his arms around my neck and his legs around my waist. My arms went
around his back and I held him close.

"See how strong I am, daddy."

Mike squeezed all of his limbs as tightly as he could. I grunted. I had to
take in a deep breath to keep from having the wind crushed out of me. My
boy was very strong. That he could affect me and have work so hard to
breathe was a source of great pleasure and amusement for the kid. He
wouldn't be satisfied until he showed me his strength a dozen times. I then
showed him mine. I squeezed him tightly using a fraction of my strength.

"Okay...okay." he laughed. "Uncle. UNCLE!" he cried into my ear.

His head flopped onto my shoulder.

"I love having a strong daddy."

I carried my son to our hammock. We called it a hammock even though it was
an untraditional one. It had multiple anchor points on a sturdy frame. It
was built for two and was sold as such at one of those gadget stores they
have in the malls. I paid good money for it and weeks later the store and
the whole chain nationwide went tits up in the economic crisis.

The hammock was very balanced and nearly impossible to tip over. It became
one of our favorite places on the deck.

I laid down on my back and stretched my legs out toward the other end. Mike
straddled my hips and braced himself by putting his hands on my
shoulders. For a few minutes I ran my hands over my boy's nude body. I let
my hands roam from his feet to his legs, up around his firm ass to his long
back and his thick chest and firm arms. He was so soft and smooth, warm and
supple I could not imagine touching anything better. Mike busied himself by
grinding and bucking his hips rubbing his 4 inch boy boner against my 7
inch man cock.

After more wonderful minutes had passed, I spun Mike around having him
pivot on one knee. His face was back above my cock and the boy eagerly
stuffed it back into his mouth. His fingers had again wiggled into my
asshole.

He was too short for us to do a proper 69 position. His cute boy cock was
pressed against my chest. I was treated to a beautiful view of his lovely
boy ass. Two lovely soft mounds of flesh were just inches from my face. I
grabbed one in each hand and kneaded them as he rhythmically sucked my
daddy dick.

Spreading his cheeks wide I got a perfect view of his small, puckered boy
hole. His soon to be lovely, little fuck hole. It was more of a small gash
between the white mounds.  With some effort and a slight shift in position
I brought my face right up to those mounds of perfect boy ass. I nibbled
and kissed the firm flesh, licked the back of his smooth ball sac, felt his
small boy balls tighten toward his abdomen. When ready, I put my tongue to
his young fuck hole and tasted the tang of his youth. I pushed my tongue
in, feeling the tight ring of his anus open welcoming me in. It was slick
and salty and tight. Mike moaned and sucked harder. I felt my cum welling
in my balls. Precum and spit dribbled from my boy' mouth.

When my neck could take no more I rested it back on the hammock's thin
pillow. I split his ass again and wet my finger. I knew it would fit as I
had seen his cousin Jake's skinny, boy prick fuck this hole many times. My
index finger slid in easily, Mike's back arched at the sudden intrusion,
but relaxed quickly. I pushed on to the second knuckle.  Mike wiggled his
ass and drove his finger into my ass more deeply, more urgently. He had
found my spot. I was going to cum and cum now!

I got off a warning to my son. He either did not hear or choose to ignore
it. I shot my first load into his mouth. Mike sputtered. The second shot
went over his shoulder and splattered on his back. The rest came out on his
chest and arm.

I was short of breath for a few minutes and lay still while my chest
heaved. Mike still gripped my cock and was licking it clean I didn't let
him finish. Instead, I turned him around so that we were face to face
again. His face was splattered with drops of my cum. It was a sight to make
me want to come again. I pulled him close to me so that we were chest to
chest. I then licked the cum drops from his face and from around his lips.
When done, I put my lips to his own. He opened his mouth easily and let my
tongue slide in. We shared the taste of my daddy cum. Savored together the
juice that had made my beautiful boy.

After a few moments, I rolled onto my right side. Mike was now laying on
his left. I was still glowing from the orgasm.

" My turn, now." I whispered into his ear.

I shifted our positions on the hammock. We were still facing each other,
but his hips were at my face. The tip of his dick touching the tip of my
nose. I kissed and nibbled at his cock teasing him. Mike squirmed, but I
had my right arm under him and wrapped around his pelvis holding him in
place.

His little cock was stretched to it's fullest length. It's pink head
protruded from it's foreskin sheath. Using my lips, I could pull just the
head of his penis in my mouth and hold it firmly. With my tongue I circled
the head making sure to tickle the sensitive underside and pee slit. I
could hear my boy moan softly. His body began to tense.

I took my left hand and gently parted his buttocks. Mike shifted his legs
allowing me better access to his boy hole. I slid my finger into his gently
stretched anus and wiggled it carefully. My son moaned and I began to slide
my finger in and out.

While I finger fucked him I masturbated him with my lips and
tongue. Sometimes I took his small prick all the way into my mouth and
other times I just took in the head. I had a rhythm and timed my full
finger thrusts into his butt with ever time I sucked in his cock right down
to the base. I had found his spot and my finger was massaging his small
prostate.

My son's high pitched squeals and squeaks were replaced by deeper moans. He
was on the edge of an orgasm and I eagerly pushed him over. I felt his body
tense and almost go rigid. His buttocks clenched and his anus clamped down
on my finger. I could sense his small balls tighten in his sac and his boy
cock pulsed and twitched in my mouth. His body was straining to expel the
semen it did not yet produce. He stopped breathing for a few moments.

Recovery came when he took in a deep breath and then let it out slowly. I
could feel his muscles relax as I heard him give out a long sigh. I let his
still stiff cock slip from my mouth, but otherwise did not move for a
minute or two. His little prick began to deflate but would often twitch and
jump and flick across my lips. Mike would jerk and flinch with each
contact. He was very sensitive after orgasming.

When his dick was flaccid again; I shifted our positions once more. I
planted big wet kisses all the way up his belly and chest and neck, once we
were face to face I wrapped my big arms around him protectively. Mike was
often 'spacey' after sex. He would stare off into the middle distance,
blink often and say nothing. I could only wait for him to come own from his
sex high and I gently kissed his face and lips. I knew he was back when he
smiled and laughed. He squirmed in my grip and wrapped his own arms round
my bald head.

Next to the hot tub was an out door shower. It had hot running water and
felt great on warm mornings. I loved an outdoor shower better than the one
indoors. Mike and I quickly used it to clean up and he asked me if we could
stay outdoors and watch the stars. He reminded me that I had earlier
promised him we could. Judging by his long yawns I knew he would be asleep
soon.

We dried off and returned to the hammock. I made sure all the outdoor
lights were off so we could get a better view of the sky. Mike ran to get a
blanket. When he returned; we slipped naked under the blanket. The night
was getting chilly.

I loved the feel of the cool air against my face while the rest of me was
snuggled under something warm. I also loved the feel of my son's nude body
against my own sharing our body heat. I loved his boy smell and his blanket
was thick with it. It was a red and blue checked one that I could identify
just by the smell of it. It didn't quite reach to my feet, but I knew Mike
would bring it to the hammock. It was his favorite as it was a gift from
his mother.

Mike saw his mom a couple times a year. Holidays and an extended vacation
in the summer, usually. She lived across the country and visits had to be
planned carefully and well in advance.

Jackie had been a college friend of mine. We were both members of the GLBT
(the gay, lesbian, bisexual, transgendered) student union. She was very
political and I was there to meet hot guys. But we worked well together and
over four years of college became close friends.

After college we continued our friendship and support for each other. By
the time we were in our thirties we had been through break ups and job
losses and triumphs and growths. One time after a few drinks I confided in
her that I regretted that I would never have have a family. She must have
taken that to heart because she came back a week or two later with a
proposal: she wanted me to make her pregnant. She would give me my family.

I was dumbfounded. I thought about her idea for months. We talked about it
at length.  And then we did it. Mike was conceived in a Petrie dish. His
gender preordained.  Legally, I would get full custody. Jackie really
didn't want to be a mom then.

Right after Mike was born, Jackie moved to Washington DC. She works as a
lobbyist and she also has a partner. Both of them were artificially
inseminated by a guy friend of Jackie's partner. So, my son has a younger
half sister living 3 thousand miles away.

The story of my cousin Jeff and his son Jacob is very similar to my own. In
fact, if it were not for me Jacob would not exist. When Jeff heard what
Jackie and I were doing; he convinced a model friend of his named Brianna
or Bianca or something to mother a child for him. So seven months later,
Jacob was conceived in the same lab his cousin Michael had been created
in. His mother, the model, went on to make a nice pile of cash modeling
maternity wear.

Mike smoothed out his blanket and settled back to look at the stars.

"Which one is mine, again?" he asked.

"I don't remember." I lied. "I'm having trouble finding it."

"Tell me the story again."

It was a simple story. The day Mike was born I went to the star registry
and named a star for him. He never tired of hearing about it.

"I see it!" he exclaimed.

Putting his finger and thumb tips together he made a view box to look
through. He then leaned over and held his hands above my face. His elbow
dug painfully into my chest.

"Look through here, dad."

Mike had a parallax view and his star was hidden from my view by his thumb.
No matter, though. I could point to his star with reasonable certainty even
on a cloudy day. I always knew where it was in the sky above.

Satisfied, Mike rested his head on my shoulder. His eyes fluttered. He was
moments from sleep. I was far from it. My mind was busy with the details
and info Jeff had given me. I would need to rent special lighting, clean
the house, choose the appropriate music and more. I thought about ideas for
the script.

I was going to butt fuck my son for the first time. It was a huge occasion
and I wanted it captured just for me. I was all abuzz with the
possibilities and way too excited to sleep.



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