Date: Sat, 20 Sep 2003 23:02:38 -0700 (PDT) From: Hanover Physt Subject: Toby\Daddy's Boy part 2 (Mb - inst,rim) This is a work of pure fiction, nothing else. It contains scenes of sexual acts between an adult male and a minor child. If this isn't your cup of tea then what the hell are you doing here? If this type of literature is illegal in your neck of the woods then you take your own risks at your own liability in continuing to read. All characters are figments of my imagination and have no relationship to anyone leaving or dead. None of this ever happened, at least to my knowledge it hasn't. By writing this I do not condone such behavior between an adult and a minor child, nor do I suggest that such activities should happen. I write this to share my imagination and dreams with you. If you like this story then please let me know. If you don't. well let me know why. FLAMES WILL BE IGNORED! So don't waste my time or yours. Constructive criticism is always welcome and will be read with an open mind. Comments and suggestions are ALWAYS welcome as well. Email me at: Handover_Physt@yahoo.com *+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+* Daddy's Boy Toby got of the bus in front of his house and hurried on inside, dropping his school bag on the floor just inside the door. He went thru his normal routines of going to the bathroom, getting a drink and a snack, and lastly phone call to his father. Mr. Stenton had drilled it into Toby that he was to call him first thing everyday when he got home from school. After the second day, `first thing' became third or forth thing, but he had been faithful to always call within a half hour of getting home. "Palmer Stenton here, may I have your account number please?" "uhhhhh G-I-8-1-2," Toby giggled into the phone. He didn't know what it meant but he had heard one of his daddy's friends say it once and daddy had laughed. There was a moment of silence before his dad spoke again as several images flashed thru Palmer's mind. He had to reject each one of them as he just could not imagine his little tiger doing any of them. Well actually he could imagine them and that is why he had to reject them yet he couldn't stop the response from coming out, a classic case of `opening mouth before engaging brain.' "Well tiger, did it taste good?" "Did what taste good daddy?" Toby didn't know the correct response to that. "Never mind tiger," laughed his father "never mind. Anyway, how was your day today? Learn anything good?" Toby thought of what he had learned today and ticked them off to himself. Let's see there was how good his pee-pee could feel when played with, and how much better it felt with a bigger pee-pee sliding across his bum and he had learned how to kiss differently. But he couldn't tell his daddy any of that. He thought harder of what Mr. Weinrich had been teaching to all the kids that day. "Well we learnt to print our names, and. Oh YEAH," Toby remembered excitedly, "we got our reading books today! It was zactly like you said Dick and Jane. I was able to read the first page." Toby proclaimed proudly, leaving off the part that he was reading it from his teachers lap as the teacher's hand cupped his little balls thru his shorts. He went on to tell how some of the kids couldn't read well at all and how Rami, was the best reader in the class even if he did talk funny. Rami was a boy from India whose dad had recently taken a position and the local hospital. On and on he went telling everything even having lunch with Mr. Weinrich, but not what they did during lunch. "So you and your teacher had lunch together, did you do something wrong?" Palmer asked with some concern. "Oh no, Daddy! I was a good boy. Mr. Weinrich always has one of us to stay with him for lunch to. uh. to talk with us." "Well what did he talk to you about?" "He didn't say much," Toby answered truthfully. Why had he even mentioned staying in class for lunch? He really hated lying to his daddy, but he had promised Mr. Weinrich not to tell anyone. Toby decided to tell as much of the truth as he could, and hope his daddy wouldn't ask anymore questions. "I told him about my soccer game last week and `bout the practice and jus' soccer stuff." Mr. Stenton laughed, "Well now I know why your teacher didn't say much. The way you are with soccer he probably couldn't get a word in edgewise." The both had a good laugh at that, Toby with a great amount of relief as well. "Ok son, I have to get back to work. I'll bring a pizza home with me too ok? How's Hawaiian sound to you?" Toby happily announced his approval of the choice and soon hung up the phone with his dad. A couple hours later, Toby was still playing with his Lego space rangers when his dad came thru the door from the garage, pizza in one hand briefcase in the other. No sooner had the pizza hit the table, when Toby leaped in his daddy's arms. Palmer let the briefcase drop to the floor as he returned the tight hug to his precious boy. "Welcome home daddy!" squealed Toby. Mr. Stenton divested himself of his son, then jacket, then shirt, and finally shoes. Feeling a bit more relaxed, he poured Toby a glass of milk and popped open a Sam Adams Oktoberfest for himself. They sat down at the table to enjoy their dinner in a box. Toby inhaled three slices before being asked to be excused to go play. He hardly waited for his dad's response before he was off the chair and out the door. It would be dark by 7:00pm and he had to be in by then and he didn't want to waste a second of it. While Toby was off playing over Reece's house, Palmer stripped down to his boxer and grabbed another Sammy before plopping down in front of the PC for the next couple hours. He quickly went thru his email, dumping most right into the trash as they were nothing but spam, the rest he read and responded to as needed. Palmer clanked at the clock in the lower right of the screen and new he had a good hour of still being alone. He opened his favorites and clicked on the link to the message board he had been lurking at recently. Palmer felt guilty about even going to this site. He had stumbled across these boy love message boards a couple months ago and a co- worker had told him about the Nifty archive. Palmer couldn't say he had never had sex with another male, but that had been back in his teens and with a boy his age, yet after experiencing Sheila, his ex, he knew there was no way in hell he would ever take another woman to his bed. He had let his suppressed longings rise up and because it was the naked teen friends he remembered it was the twink sites he had easily gravitated to. He looked at the pictures, but mostly read the stories and let his imagination do the rest. Palmer had been foolish enough to read one at work during his lunch break when a co-worker stopped by. He couldn't close the window in time. Not that it mattered, Gary saw `Boys 4 Bo.' in the little button on the toolbar at the bottom. "Hey don't sweat it man." Gary looked around the office before looking back down at Palmer. "I go to those sites too," he whispered. "But for the really good stories, go here." Gary leaned over and typed in the URL for nifty. "You can find just about anything here. But, Palmer, you shouldn't do it at work. If you get caught you would definitely get axed." Palmer scribbled down the addy and stuffed it in his shirt pocket, before clearing out his history and cache. That night he had started what soon became a daily habit. It was while reading a story in the Adult/Youth category that he had found reference to his first boy love message board. By the end of that week he was lurking fairly regularly at one in particular, and tonight he had decided was going to be his night to take the plunge and join. As soon as he hit the enter key and sent his registration off, Palmer was hit by another wave of guilt. How could he have joined the site? What if Toby found out? How would he react? I won't post, he reasoned, yet at the same time he knew he would. He needed to understand why he felt attracted to teen boys and this place looked like it was helping others come to terms with there own desires. He checked his inbox: nothing! Palmer got up and grabbed another beer from the fridge, he was sweating and he was sure it wasn't from the temperature. Another glance at the clock; 20 minutes, well that was good enough for a short story, so he quickly hit the link and was once again was faced with the list of topics. His mouse seemed to move of its own accord as it slid slowly down the list and settled on INCEST. CLICK Palmer looked down the list and found a story that was only about 30k. CLCIK It was a story about a young boy telling his friend about what he and his uncle had done. Palmer read and sipped his beer. The story was getting pretty intense and his dick was getting hard. Palmer was disgusted with himself, yet he couldn't stop reading, as his dick kept growing. He read how the uncle had been plowing the boy on a daily basis and how the boy really liked it. SLAM The front door closed. "I'm home daddy!" called out Toby, quite unnecessarily. Palmer froze in shock. He was in the Den and he heard his son walking down the hall. His hand was on his cock. He never remembered pulling it out let alone stroking it yet that's what he was doing. He stuffed it in his boxers and slid his chair in closer to the desk to hide his roaring hard-on just as Toby walked in. "You're home a little early." Palmer said his face beet-red as he hurriedly closed the browser window. "Yeah, Reece had to go take his bath, so I came home." Toby walked in to stand behind his father. "Daddy, can I stay overnight at his house tomorrow night. It's Friday and there's no school on a weekend. PLEEEAASE?" Palmer was still blushing over being so nearly caught by his son, when the thought hit him, it was supposed to be the parent catching the child being naughty not the other way around. He chuckled lightly and the thought, and not at his sons exuberance over the prospect of a sleepover. "Sure thing tiger just have his mom call me tomorrow to make sure it's all right with her." "YIPPEE!" Toby danced around the room in glee, oblivious to his father's plight. Toby ran up to his father and wrapped his arms around his neck from behind in a big 5 year old hug. "Yer the greatest, Daddy!" "Easy tiger, I need to breathe do." Palmer pushed out his chair in order to turn around and give a better hug to his son. Toby never let go as he swung around his father's neck and jumped into his lap, right onto Palmers still semi rigid prick. Toby gave his father a great big wet kiss on the lip, almost slipping his tongue out as he did. It was then he noticed what he was sitting on. "Daddy, I think you got a stiffy," Toby observed. Palmer wanted to slide under the table and disappear as the color came back full bloom into his face. He didn't know what to say. Toby had seen him with a stiffy before. In fact Toby had seen one almost every morning for the past couple years. Ever since his mother left and he had let the boy sleep with him in the big bed. What could he tell his son now? Palmer was in a near panic. "I think you need to go pee, daddy" Toby said a little uncertainly. Toby had seen his dad wake up most mornings with a stiffy and hurry of to the bathroom where a short while later he could here the heavy stream splash in the basin of the toilet. Up until today he thought you only got a stiffy if you needed to pee real badly. It even happened to his pee-pee. But he remembered Mr. Weinrich's stiffy, and he didn't have to pee, or did he. Was that white stuff some kind of pee? Palmer grabbed at the opportunity, "Yeah Toby, I gotta go to the bathroom. While I go take care of this I want you to get ready for a bath." "A Bath?!? DADDY! I want to take a shower with you," Whined Toby. There was no way Palmer could take a shower with his son now, no way at all. "You take a bath tonight, and you can make it a bubble bath. Tomorrow you can shower with me." "But I'm going to be at Reece's then and His mom will make me take a bath with Reece. I know it." Toby pouted. "Tell you what tiger, next time your home with me, in your busy schedule, you can shower with me. Deal?" "Deal!" Palmer quickly exited the room on his way to the bathroom, where he closed and locked the door. He quickly lost his boxers and started fisting his dick with a vengeance. It did not take long before he shot several ropes of sticky cum on the bathroom floor. He wasn't looking forward to sleeping tonight. Toby would not understand if he was asked to sleep in his own bed, and Palmer couldn't to that to him anyway. He would just have to be careful and get something else in his head before bedtime. He grabbed a fistful of tissue and cleaned up his mess on the floor. Then in an after thought, forced some pee out in the toilet so his son wouldn't ask why he hadn't peed. Palmer had the bath just about ready when he heard the handle on the door jiggle. He had forgotten to unlock it. He strode over to the door and flipped the lock, opening it up to let Toby in. "Sorry Tiger, I must have hit." Palmer paused, his jaw hanging. There stood Toby, naked as the day he was born, except for the little inch and a half prick jutting out firmly before him. ".the lock when I closed the door." Palmer gulped. "I gotta go pee now too," Toby announced as he strolled past his father and stood before the toilet. Palmer just stood there and watched his son push his little boy boner down and let loose a stream of light yellow pee. "Gee daddy, I can pee by myself now. I don't make any messes anymore." Toby's father shock himself out of his standing coma, "Um yeah, sure thing tiger. The baths all set so soon as your done I want you to hop in, and NO splashing. The water is supposed to stay in the tub." Palmer left Toby to his bath and went into the kitchen for another beer. He needed to get a hold of himself. He couldn't be walking around with a throbbing cock every time his son was near him, it just wasn't right. Palmer walked out side and sat on the deck, looking up at the stars and drinking his beer. There was so much to think about and he began to silently debate with himself. "Am I gay?" Palmer leaned forward with his arms on his knees. "Well after Sheila I don't ever want to be with another woman again. I do like looking at other guys, and I definitely enjoy reading stories about guys having sex. So I guess that makes me gay." He sat up and took another swig. "There, that wasn't so bad." He said aloud. Then he thought about what kind of guys he liked looking at and what he liked reading about. "Am I a boy lover?" He asked the stars. Palmer sat there for long minutes in silence, reviewing in his head all that he had read online about boy lovers and pedophiles, trying to determine where he fit into all of it. All his life he had heard nothing but how bad men were who had sex with boys and how they did nothing but hurt boys and use them for their own selfish reasons. Gays were finally accepted, but child lovers, and worse, BOY lovers, were the worst of the worst in the eyes of the society, of the world he lived in. How could he admit even to himself that he was a boy lover? That would mean he was the monster, that he was the perverted freak, the one parents worn the children about. But Palmer knew he wasn't a monster. The thought of even hurt a child by accident made him ill. Was there more to being a boy lover then just sex? The message boards he found seemed to say yes. Many had posted that it is the boy's happiness that matters not the sex. Many even refused any kind of sex at all, remaining celibate instead. Teaching and mentoring boys and just having fun with them as boys, that was what many claimed boy love was about. Yet still many also admitted that sex could be part of it, but on the boy's terms, always on the boy's terms. He knew just from his own childhood that boys were sexual and liked to play. Then there was the question of love. Was sex and love the same? Palmer emphatically shook his head. NO! Sex could be just sex, but love went well beyond that. Love could exist with or without sex. Tears began to flow down his face as he wrestled with his conscience and his desires. He could not deny his feelings toward boys. He could not hide from his desires to see them, naked or clothed. He could not deny the burning feeling in his loins every time he read a story about boys having sex. Palmer hung his heads in shame as he admitted at last, to himself, that he was a boy lover. Tears flowed freely, his beer forgotten on the ground by his feet. Slowly the tears faded, leaving an emptiness in his soul. With the resolve of one beaten down by the twisted sisters of fate, determined to go on despite the horrid tapestry they wove, Palmer slowly stood. He would be a boy lover, but he vowed that he would not be the monster that preyed on innocent children. There was still another question to be faced, the question of his son and his growing lust for him. He didn't know what to do about that nor how to handle it. Where could he go for help? Who could he talk to? The message board! Palmer picked up his empty bottled and headed back into the house. It was very quiet inside. A glance at the clock told him he had been outside a lot longer then he had expected. Sudden concern hit him; Toby was still in the tub, alone. Palmer raced up the stairs into a dark hallway. Without bothering to hit the switch he strode right to the bathroom door and thru it open. It was dark and empty in there. Palmer felt for the switch and quickly flooded the room with incandescent light. The room was empty and the tub drained. There at his feet was a damp towel in a crumbled heap. Relief flooded thru him as he turned of the light and quietly went to his room. He opened the door just a crack, and there on his bed, bathed in the moonlight streaming in from the open curtain, lay Toby sound asleep. Palmer quietly closed the door and silently went back down the stairs to his den. The computer was still running. Palmer sat down and opened the browser. The next couple of hours were spent typing a post to ask for help, and reading the many thoughtful replies. There was much to think about, and ultimately the decision would be his, but it was good to know that he wasn't alone, and that he wasn't going to be the monster he so feared he was becoming. Mr. Stenton stifled another yawn as he turned off the computer and headed up to bed. He would just have to wait to see how this was all going to work out, but for now he need sleep. Upstairs he stripped and climbed into bed, his son, also naked lying on his side next to him. Palmer looked at his beautiful son. The pale moonlight making the boys skin seam to glow in the night. The smooth skin, the soft curves, the gentle rise and fall of his small chest, how could he not love this wondrous creature before him. He reached out and gently felt his sons warm skin, gliding his fingers down his arm and over his waist, following the gentle curves of his flawless hips and down along the leg to his knee. His hand gravitated back to the perfectly rounded cheeks of Toby's little butt, squeezing them gently. Palmer's member began to rise as he continued to stroke his son's body. The more he petted his son's beautiful body the more his heart filled with love. Toby rolled over onto his belly with a soft moan, luxuriating in the warm touch of his daddy's hand. Palmer stopped. He couldn't believe what he was doing; this was his son for crying out loud. "Don't stop daddy, feels good," Toby breathed quietly, still half asleep. Toby's dad just froze with indecision, unsure if he should continue, unwilling to stop. Toby turned his head and opened his eyes a bit, "dad?" "You really want me to continue?" asked Palmer a little nervous. Toby was waking up more now, he could sense something was bothering his dad, but wasn't sure what it might be. He rolled over to look at his daddy. "It felt good daddy. Can you rub me some more?" Palmer grinned happily at his little boy, "of course I will tiger. You roll over onto your belly and I'll give you a good rubbing. OK?" Toby rolled over onto his belly, his hands under his head. Palmer pulled the sheets all the way off and straddled his son's legs. His Cock was a full 8 inch of pulsing meat, and at this point he no longer cared if Toby saw it or not. In a way he silently hoped to himself that he might notice it. He looked down at his son's naked body. He could see from mid-thigh on up to his cute little face. Palmer cracked his knuckles in a straight arm thrust, wiggled his fingers and leaned over to grasp Toby's shoulders. His cock hovered just above his son's ass as he started in, not just giving him a rubbing but giving Toby a full massage. Palmer worked on his son's shoulder on down to his back rubbing and kneading the soft velvety flesh. Slowly he worked his way down to Toby's perfectly round bubble butt. In his excitement his cock had leaked pre cum right in the boy's crack Palmer raised up and milked some more juice out of his leaking cock, letting it fall on both ass cheeks. He then sat back on his haunches and started smearing his pre cum into Toby's warm buns. He worked the flesh in his hands softly at first, gently squeezing and rubbing. The feeling was so great Palmer thought his cock was going to explode with out him laying a finger on it. He dug his hands into the soft globes with more intensity, kneading the flesh like dough. Palmer grasped the twin globes and pulled them apart, the heady scent of boy musk rose up to tickle his senses and drive his passion higher. Palmer slid down Toby's legs and leaned over to get a good whiff of his son's musky ass. The scent was clean, with a hint of sweat and musk and a touch of grape from Toby's bubble bath. Palmer leaned in closer until his nose touched Toby's skin and inhaled deeply again of the fragrant rosebud nestled between the milky globes. "You smell good Toby," Palmer panted. "You did a good job cleaning up in the bath." Toby giggled at the comment and wiggled his butt at his daddy's face. His Daddy took the invitation and stuffed his whole face into Toby's butt. Palmer opened his mouth, his tongue darted out for a quick taste. He could taste his pre cum mixed with Toby's own boy musk. He stuck out his tongue again, this time licking from the bottom on up. Toby shuddered when his daddy's tongue ran over his puckered hole. It felt so much better then when Mr. Weinrich's dick had rubbed against it. Palmer licked again, slower, savoring the taste and texture of his son's narrow crack. "ooooooooooooooo daddy." Toby moaned. Palmer squeezed his son's small cheeks and started licking harder. He licked along the crack and over both globes of Toby's ass and back down to the narrow furrow where his son's rosebud nestled. His lips locked over the puckered and Palmer sucked on it, pulling the flesh into his mouth and nibbling softly on the rim. "Oooooooo oooooooo ooooooooooo daddy ooooooooooooooo Don't stop daddy," Toby cried out. He pushed back into his daddy's face, lifting his ass into the air. Palmer reached under his son to hold him up, his handed landed on Toby's hard little cocklet. Toby's marble sized balls hung warmly down into his daddy's hand where they were firmly fondled. Palmer pulled Toby up by grabbing his sons cock and balls and lifting. A gentle nudge on one foot and Toby instinctively knew to pull up his legs under him. His ass was now sticking up in the air, the cheeks spread wide and his glistening hole winking at his daddy. Palmer leaned in and lapped at his son's pulsing hole, teasing it with his tongue, and sucking it into his mouth to nibble at. He poked the tip of his tongue into Toby's tight virgin hole causing boy to moan again and push back. Palmers tongue pushed further into his boy's anus, finally pushing through the sphincter muscle ring. Toby Squealed! Toby pushed his ass more into his daddy's face then into his daddy's hand, cupping his cock and balls. He wanted both to continue for ever. His tiny body rocked back and forth, His daddy let go of his balls and held his little cock between his thumb and fingers and Toby pumped into his gentle hand. He could feel his daddy's tongue moving around inside his bum hole licking all over it and flicking around. Toby went wild bucking harder into his daddy's hand and pushing back more to get his daddy's tongue deeper into him. With each movement he was moaning or squealing loudly. Every thrust forward would elicit a low moan. Every push back onto his daddy's long tongue would bring out a high squeal. Toby was rocking on the bed, his mouth hanging open, his eyes bare slits. His hands had grabbed tiny fistfuls of bed sheet as he humped his little frame on his daddy's hand and into his daddy's eager face. Palmer was totally lost in the shear ecstasy of the moment. He tried to push his tongue in deeper to please his son. Toby was getting out of control. He pulled the boy tightly into his face and let his fingers manipulate the boy's tiny little cock. One and a half inches of rigid boy flesh. His face plastered between his son's ass he darted his tongue in and out faster, tongue fucking his son's tight virgin hole. His fingers stroked, his tongue prodded. Toby squealed and thrashed. Palmer felt Toby's balls all but disappear into the boy. His probing tongue was clamped on by Toby's quivering chute. "OOOOOOOOOOOooooooooooo OOOOOOOOOOOOoooooooooooo OOOOOOOOOOooooooo," Toby wailed. The throes of the second orgasm in his life, more powerful then the first, was nearly painful in its intensity. "Ooooooooooodaaaaaaaaadddyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!" Finally the climactic orgasm subsided and little Toby collapsed onto his daddy's hand, totally spent and panting for breath. Mr. Stenton lifted his head and gently let his young son down, pulling the boy's legs out behind him. He looked down at his son's body. The moonlight fairly sparkled off the mixture of sweat and saliva from Toby's ass to his neck. He leaned down to his son and tenderly licked the V of the boy's legs. He gently and lovingly ran his tongue up over the cleft of Toby's ass and on up his back, almost laying on the boy until he reached his sons neck. The tip of Palmer's cock was just touching Toby's spit slicked ass as he kissed his son softly on the neck. Toby sighed and slowly opened his eyes. His fists unclenched the sheets. "I love you Toby" "I love you to daddy" Toby closed his eyes and fell asleep. Palmer climbed off his sons back and got out of bed. He pulled the sheet up over his son and leaned down to give him a tender fatherly kiss on the cheek. "Sweet dreams, my prince," he whispered as he headed into the bathroom. It only took a couple of strokes and Palmer shot his pent up load all over the bathroom floor. Gobs of cum went flying as he flogged his cock. His dick had been aching for release the past hour, leaking fountains of pre cum on his son and on the bed. Now at last it was free. Palmer leaned back against the bathroom door to catch his breath, his cock still pulsing in his hand, refusing to go down. Finally he felt he could move again. He looked down at the cum-soaked floor and dismissed it as a mess for the morning. Palmer turned off the light and quietly opened the door. He stopped at the side of the bed and looked down at his beloved boy. Toby was sleeping calmly, a smile still on his face. As Palmer lied down in the bed next to his son, he thought how much he truly loved his son, and with a sigh, found that he didn't feel one bit of guilt.