Date: Wed, 6 Apr 2016 19:48:56 +0000 (UTC) From: Julian Otero Subject: When He Was Six pt 6 Note: A short time ago I posted six story fragments and asked readers to pick one or several that I should develop fully. You can see the six here: http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/a-half-dozen Almost all who replied included this one about a young father and his very young son. Let me know if you like this sixth part and whether I should continue. I will appreciate your comments and will reply. Julian: ba9ba9goodman@yahoo.com And most of all: Please make a contribution to nifty so this great archive may continue. Donate: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html When He was Six part 6 So that's how we tried home style nudism. The chance was not long in coming thanks to Carol. Luc and I were half undressed watching a kid's soccer game when my wife popped in and sat between us. Luc's heels were propped up on the couch so his tighty whities gapped, while just my gym shorts and t-shirt covered me. Sex was not on my mind, but those tanned and beautifully smooth legs were on the edge of my vision. Carol watched the game quietly with us for sometime before I noticed where her right hand had strayed. She had worked her fingers up into her son's undies, caressing his little butt. He just continued to watch the game until she pinched and make him squirm. Then the tickling started. He loved being tickled. In no time at all his briefs were on the floor joined by my shorts. We both had boners. "Well," said Carol slyly, "looks like my two boys enjoy being naked." I invited her to join us. "Yeah, mom, we can be nudists!" "Come here, you little monkey!" I called, pulling him into my arms, pressing his back against my chest. Husband and son watched as mommy slowly discarded each article of clothing. What a tease: Carol paused after each strip waiting for me to urge her on. Luc forgot the game, this new one suddenly more interesting, his whole body wiggling in delight as his mother became more uncovered. When mommy got down to her white thong she really put on the tease, showing us how the garment disappeared between her smooth, luscious cheeks. My tongue, which knew that spot well, grew very wet. Luc and I laughed silly. The thong was flung aside and the tickling began again. The two of us wrestled playfully, skin against skin, grabbing and holding, sliding on each other. His fingers played over my abs: they always fascinated him. My own finger tips, on the other hand, found his balls, massaging his little guys ever so gently and lovingly. He replied in kind, a little rougher, holding mine up as if to estimate their size and weight. Our play became more focused on our boy parts, our breathing deeper. We sighed like lovers do. I was on my back. Carol watched the last shreds of my inhibition disappear. I treated Luc to a new sensation. I lifted him over my face and settled his ass on to my tongue, pressing him into me. "Daddy!" he squealed a little shocked, "that's where the poop is!" Yes, honey, I know. And you didn't wipe very well did you? It wasn't unpleasant. What could be unpleasant about a 6 year old boy's body? We stayed connected that way for a long time. Luc's movement stopped, his breathing got heavy, his legs relaxed, allowing me more access into his little pink and virgin asshole. Carol was mesmerized. I don't recall how long that lasted or why we stopped, but we did. He didn't speak, and neither did I. We just knew it was time to change. Without much trouble I maneuvered our bodies until Luc's face was near my groin and I had his marvelous little 6 year old cock and balls a few inches from my lips. Carol seated herself close to us on the carpet determined not to miss anything we might do. When I grasped the base of my dick and moved it toward our son's mouth I heard he moan. She made sounds like those when I got her hot and ready to fuck. I wanted to tell her to get the camera but decided not to push things too far this first time. How far our incest adventure would go depended on taking small steps, letting things develop naturally as much as possible, with a little guidance. "Go head, Luc, show mommy how you put daddy's cock in your mouth...show her how we do `blow job.' The boy gently placed his hands over mine and guided my penis onto his outstretched pink tongue. I heard Carol moan again, deeper. She caressed his hair. He took more into his mouth. He knew by instinct what to do, how to suck as he did when a newborn. Only now it was his daddy not his mommy to whom he was attached. His molars were just coming in. With a few gentle thrust in our son's mouth I bought myself close to climax. I warned Luc best I could. Either he didn't hear or didn't care. Carol said something that sounded like "fuck him" or "cum." Everything was a jumble of strong sensations as my sperm shot into my son's mouth. A lot of it. For the second time. With his mother watching. It was so transgressive and yet felt so right and natural. I recovered my senses pretty quickly with Carol there. Now it was my son's turn to receive pleasure. He had crawled into his mothers arms, resting quietly. I had him spread his legs wide and ducked down between them, licked on his boy parts, absolutely enjoying their warmth and softness and smell. "Luc, honey, daddy loves you so much he gives you very special kisses on your penis, just like you do to his. Isn't that so nice?...so special?" Carol's voice was husky with sexual arousal. "Its my cock, mom. We don't say penis. Everybody at school says `cock,' even some girls!" "Even Eric?" "Yeah...everybody...only Miss Jacobs says "penis." I had to laugh at Eric's insistence on this matter. Well, whatever its name I took it into my mouth while his mother held him lovingly. My finger tips played with his smooth balls gently as my tongue rubbed the length boy dick. He looked so sweet building toward his childish orgasm. Flushed and angel like, his eyes smiling and his mouth slack. He tensed and went rigid for a moment, face shut tight, then shuddered his little body to a climax. That's it baby, cum for daddy, your daddy loves to make you feel so good! It was his strongest cum so far. In all the excitement of licking Luc's ass one of his baby teeth fell out. We found it when we cleaned up. No more dollar under the pillow like when I was his age: each time he lost a tooth we took him to his favorite water park. He was doubly excited: for the sex, and for the trip his tooth earned. Hoisting Luc onto my shoulders I shouted, "Let's take Eric too!" "Awesome!...Dad!" We were still naked. I could feel his still-hard spike against my neck as I paraded us around the room. I slid the glass door to the patio open and stood near it. "Daddy!" he squealed, "somebody'll see us!" "But we're nudists now Luc, right? just like Eric." "Yea..." he said, his thoughts far away. We were able to fit in the trip to the park that weekend. Driving with the kids in the back and Carol's hand on my thigh, my ears perked up when I heard the word "boner" and lots and lot of giggling from the two. Carol and I smiled at each other. I made a mental note to ask Eric's father more about their nudist habits. At the park it was pure glee. So much energy packed into such small lovely bodies! Eric and my son bumped and tumbled into each other often, perhaps too often. Beside those two there were plenty other beauties to scope out, ages 9, 10 and 11. Relaxing in the sun I mused on what my son would look like by age 11. Lankly, yes: because both his parents keep fit and trim. A mop of hair over the ears, framing his face. Smart and knowing eyes. A four inch dick. An ass very round and pert filling out snug jeans. "What are you thinking?" asked Carol lying next to me in the sun. My dick had boned up some along with my thoughts. "Thinking about Luc...what he'll look like when he's 11." "Age 11, huh? Look at them now. By then he'll be irresistible. By then I bet they'll be fuckin'...him and Eric. Can you picture it? Aren't they gorgeous? By then, you'll be fucking him too...since he was 9." I hoped Carol was right. There was no reason not to believe her. As the days and months went by Luc and I continued to enjoy each other. His skill at sex making grew quickly; he especially enjoyed sucking me off while I fingered his asshole. He made his pink boy pussy available to me almost every time I asked for it. No real fucking, but some days, before he set off for school and me to work, I'd catch him brushing his teeth at the sink and kneel behind him to lick the little pink jewel between his cheeks. He always giggled in delight. Or he would come to me at night, feeling for my daddy dick until it was hard, then jerk me, or suck me, to orgasm. Sometimes Carol was around, sometimes not. It didn't matter. I wanted his ass, wanted to fuck it for real. I was content to wait and enjoy all the rest of him until he was 9. He asked for it when he was 9. But that's another story. end part 6 Let me know if you like this fifth part and whether I should continue. I will appreciate your comments and will reply. Julian: ba9ba9goodman@yahoo.com Julian Otero Regards, Julian