by: 70s Child
This is a story based on truth and some fantasy. It is about the one person who has come into my life and now the center of my universe. The first chapter has no sex in it. It is about how we met and what we want to do in our lives. The second chapter will be the fantasy of our lives together. I hope that you enjoy this. Now with that out of the way, the obligatory warnings: 1) if you are underage, you should not be here, but I am not saying leave and 2) if you find love between men horrific, please get the hell out and why are you here anyway. Also for those of you are very homophobic and rather see those who are gay die from AIDS or just getting attacked, I have two words for you - ** SUCK IT !!!!!! Just so you know, any relation to anyone who are real is purely coincidental.
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I got lucky. I won the lottery in my state and now it was time for my son and me to begin our lives together. The first thing was to get him in the country legally. Well, I decided to place a very specific ad for a recent graduate in accounting from the Middle East. There are some loopholes in the immigration laws, so I figured out how this could happen. The next thing is to get his passport and work visa arranged so that we can be together. Once that is set, the plane ticket and our home.
When the plane comes in to JFK, I am there to meet it. I wait to greet Ahmed and when I see him, crowds be damned, I run to him and he to me. We hug and kiss. I can hear some in the crowd giving us sounds of disgust, while some are urging us on. We get his luggage and go to the Plaza Hotel. It was one thing that we have always talked about. We would spend our first night at a great hotel and have dinner at a world-class restaurant in New York City. I had already checked into the Royal Terrace Suite. We choose the Four Seasons and have a wonderful meal.
As we return to the hotel, my sweet son is shy before me. I kiss him tenderly on the lips and he begins to cry.
"What's the matter?" I ask.
"I thought I would never find anyone to love me." he wept. "What do you see in me?"
"You are so wonderful my love." I reply. "You are my son and you are the one who has made me feel complete."
I start to undo his shirt and I feel him tremble as I do. I caress his body as I start to remove it. I kiss him and hold him to me. I feel him touch my body and he is very tentative doing it. Since I normally wear Polo shirts, he pulls it up over my head and feels the hair on my chest. His body is smooth and I love the feeling of his skin against mine. We hug and kiss while we stand in the middle of the room. I then undid his belt and pants as they fell to the floor. He shyly did the same to me and we stepped out of our pants. Our underwear met and I could feel his penis harden against mine. But I decided to do what I wanted when we were first together. We took off our socks and shoes and I led him to the bathroom. We were still in our undergarments and I ran the bath for my sweet boy. It was perfect and we shed the last of our clothing. My son is perfect and we both get in the tub. Ahmed leans back against me and I wrapped my arms around his body.
"Daddy, this is so special." he tells me.
"Baby, it is what I have missed in my life." I respond.
We soak and talk about our new life. I kiss the top of his head and caress his body. His eyes are closed and we just relax in the tub. After 30 minutes, I begin to bathe my son, my baby boy. This is the beginning of our life together. After I wash every part of my love, he does the same to me and we are erect. We get out and dry ourselves off, then we head to bed. Ahmed is a virgin, not just to gay sex, but to all sex. I do not want to scare him off and I have always told him that we do what he is comfortable. We climb in bed and kiss. I know he is scared and I just hold him while our bodies mesh together. I place a hand on our cocks and stroke them together. I feel his body shudder as I do this. I kiss my son and he holds me tightly. I sense he is close to releasing his sperm. His body stiffens and the explosion sprays between us and I lose my own control as my own juices flow from my body. We moan loudly and finally come from the bliss. I finally look in his eyes and he looks satisfied, but scared.
"I am sorry Daddy." he stated. "I didn't mean to do that."
"It's what we want baby." I tell him. "You have nothing to feel sorry or bad about. You are the best."
"Shouldn't we clean up?" he asked.
"No. Let us sleep with our being binding us together." I said with a smile.
I hold him tightly and he grabs my hand. He told me that he will not be able to sleep unless he could hold my hand. We finally fall into a blissful slumber. In the middle of the night, I feel the cum bind us together. I turn so he is spooning behind me and I feel his hard cock against my backside. I reach around and place it at my hole.
"Daddy, what are you doing?" he asks me.
"Baby, push forward and don't move." I respond.
He did, but did not know what to expect. He slipped into me and I felt his 5" of cut meat fill me. I take his hand and pull him close to me.
"Son, if you want to make love to me, I want you to." I said. "Don't worry about hurting me."
"Daddy, I can't." he responded. "I don't want you to be hurt."
"You won't." I explain. "I want you to be happy with this."
"Can we just lie like this?" he queried.
I nodded and turned my head so we could kiss. We fell asleep with him in me and I squeezed my ass muscles so he could feel that.
We finally woke in the morning and I ordered breakfast for us. After a shower and dressing in robes, our meal arrived. After we finished eating, we pack to go to our new home. After we left the hotel, we went to a nice 3 bedroom home in Secaucus, NJ. I picked that city because it is close to New York City and cheaper than living in the city. I had rented the furniture because we wanted to select our own furniture together. As we arrived, I had Ahmed put his bags on the stoop and picked him up. I carried him over the threshold. We kissed as I put him down and we got his bags. I showed him the master bedroom and he loved the size of it.
"Well my love, we need to go to the furniture store so we can get our palace outfitted." I said with a smile.
We went to a furniture store that was recommended by the realtor. As we walked through, we looked and tested. We picked out the living room, dining room, and both the master bedroom and spare bedroom furniture. The third bedroom was going to be a media room so we picked out two great sofas and entertainment center for what I wanted to have in it. We then went to Best Buy for a great television, Blu-Ray player, speaker system, and several movies to test it out. We then went to Sam's Club to get kitchen cookware, dishes, and utilities. We also got appliances and linens from Bed, Bath and Beyond. When we finished getting our purchases, we took a cab home and began to set up our house. We were told the furniture would take a week to deliver, so I called the rental agency to collect it on the date set. As we put our house in order, we were tired, but went to get dinner. After we finished, we went into the master bath and showered together.
"Daddy, I want you to show me everything about making love." Ahmed said.
"Well baby I have to prepare you." I explained. "It means that we will both have to have enemas."
I filled the bag with warm water, put lube on the nozzle, and slowly inserted it into his bum. He tensed, but I went slowly and as it was inserted I let the water flow. He said that he was full, so I ended the water, and removed the nozzle.
"Hold it as long as you can." I said.
He was able to hold it for almost 10 minutes, then sat on the toilet. The running fecal matter emptied into the bowl and after he finished, I repeated the process two more times until there was no further fecal matter. I then did the same to me three times also. When we were clean, I then led Ahmed to our bed. I pulled him onto me and we kissed. I moved him on his back and kissed his body all over. I licked and sucked his nipples, where he moaned and wiggled under me. I then moved further down and licked down his body. As I moved lower, I bypassed his groin area and licked down his left leg to his foot. I proceeded to lick his foot and suck his toes. He laughed and squirmed. I moved over to his right foot and moved up to his wonderful cock and balls. I licked his shaft lightly and a small pearly drop appeared. I tasted his wonderful liquid and swallowed his entire pole. I moved up and down while I played with his sac. He moaned and writhed on the bed. I knew he would not last long, so I pulled off and moved back up to his wonderfully beautiful face. We kissed and he looked at me.
"Just do what I did." I taught him. "Just watch your teeth as you get to my penis."
He duplicated my moves and to say he is a fast learner would be a great understatement. He made me laugh when he tickled my feet, but was very adept to fellatio. He felt my sac and he moved of my cock.
"Daddy, make love to me." he said with pleading eyes.
I pulled lube from the nightstand and placed it on my dick and then put it on his untouched hole. I inserted a finger and he clamped hard. I let him adjust to it in his own time. As he eased I placed a second digit into him and let him adjust again. I might not be big, only 5", but I am a bit thick. After he was relaxed, I asked him once again if he was sure. He nodded and I lifted his legs and exposed his anus. I placed the head at his hole and pushed past his sphincter. He yelped in pain and I stopped.
"Do you want me to stop?" I asked with great concern.
"No Daddy." he said with a tear in his eye. "Please let me get used to it."
We stayed still for several minutes, but he finally let me move forward. I slowly pushed in a couple of inches and then pulled back a little. I moved back and forth until I finally was fully in my love. My hairs tickled his cheeks and he laughed. I slowly made love to my love and I leaned down to kiss him. We kissed and made love for almost 30 minutes until I felt Ahmed erupt between us. His contractions caused his ass muscles to squeeze and caused me to shoot deep into his body. I felt him milk me until I could not do any more. I collapsed on him as he was finally spent. We kissed and looked at each other lovingly.
"How did it feel?" I asked.
"It hurt, but it began to feel better." he replied. "Can we make love every night."
"Baby tomorrow you will make love to me." I said. "You are my prince and I want you."
"Yes my king." he smiled.
We make love each night and it is our time after a long day.
We come home after work, make dinner, then listen to music or watch a movie. I have introduced my love to my friends and family, who have taken this young man into their hearts. I knew when we first chatted online he was the perfect son.
Our first holiday season will be so much fun. For Halloween, we will go to some friends that I have done a haunted house from their home for several years. We will dress up and scare the kids, who seem to love to be scared. We do stay overnight at their home and head back to New York. We go to visit my family and they love this wonderful son I have.
For Thanksgiving, I invite my entire family to see the Macy Parade. I have always wanted to see it in person and now it is the best time. We get bundled up and stand to watch the most famous parade of all time. My family is staying in hotels in the area, except for my parents. After the parade, we go back to the house, where I have started the turkey. When we get in, we finish the dinner. As is it around the table, we tell what we are thankful for the year.
"This year I am thankful for my family, especially my son." I say with a hug smile.
"And I am so happy for my daddy." my wonderful tells all.
We have a wonderful dinner and my family get to know Ahmed. He dazzles all like he has those from his homeland. We have a wonderful weekend with the family and my family is ready to have us come for Christmas.
When Christmas arrives, we decorate the house from top to bottom. We put up the Christmas tree, all the decorations I have accumulated, including the villages. I also put up in the foyer the Nativity scene that my parents gave me. It dates back to their first Christmas together and it is well over fifty years old. We set it up and my son eyes begin to tear.
"What is the matter?" I asked.
"This is so beautiful." he responds. "To see a simple family in a simple manger, the perfect family."
"Just like us." I tell him while I hug and kiss his tears away.
A few days before Christmas, we fly down to my parents. We go shopping for everyone and we wrap them. On Christmas Eve, we exchange gifts, except my sister and her family. The next day we exchange our gifts. I give my baby boy a necklace that is of the infinity symbol. I have one for myself.
"This is our love." I explain. "Never ending."
The next day, we go over to my baby sister's in-laws for Christmas dinner. It is massive and everyone always has a wonderful time. Ahmed is overwhelmed with what is served, but we have our fill. We get back to the house and stay with my parents for a few more days, then we return to our home.
On New Year's Day, we head to Time Square. We have dinner and stand among the large crowd to watch the ball drop. As midnight approaches, we hold hands tightly and join the crowd on the count down. When midnight arrives, we kiss and hug. There are some in the crowd that tell we are faggots. I just kiss my love deeply and then smile at them. This is our first of many holidays that we will enjoy, my love and my son.
NOTE: I hope that you enjoyed the story. I have always tried my best to make my stories come to life and I hope that this does. My beloved has loved this story because it is my love that inspired me. Please let me know what you think, either good or bad, by emailing me email@example.com. Please put the name of the story in the subject line since I do have a number of stories on Nifty. Please let me know who you are and where you are from so that I may add you to the Readers' List. I hope you have a wonderful New Year.